So I haven't been writing fanfiction that much lately. But I recently fell into the Miraculous fandom, and adore the ships so... I may continue How To Convince A Dragon Queen, we'll see.
Miraculous. Today should have been miraculous. She watched the dangling tail, observed as it lifted into the air, disappearing. Probably not to be seen for a while. When it was gone and the trap door had fallen shut she let out a sigh of relief. She was glad he was gone. It wasn't that she didn't like him, in fact that was the problem. She liked him. Liked him too much.
Patrols had become weird. Uncomfortable. The friendship she had with Chat Noir was fragile now. Before his flirting had been a simple nuisance, but now it hurt. Now that she liked him, maybe even loved him, it was painful.
For him it was just flirting, nothing else. That was what she told herself. That was what she thought was true. That was why she kept her secret close to her heart. Why she kept it hidden.
She had no desire to get hurt.
Adrien leaned against the window, his side pressed to the cold glass. This was confusing. Love was confusing. It made no sense, had no direct answers. Was filled with what ifs. He'd been determined to tell her he loved her on Valentine's day. Tell his lady, his love, how he felt. That had not ended well…
But now. She'd closed herself off, become more distant. Always seemed far away. His flirting attempts brought grimaces rather then smirks to those perfect lips.
It didn't matter anymore what he did, he was already losing her. It was no longer a fear, something he could prevent by keeping his feelings to himself. It was reality. He had to choose, if he didn't tell her now, he may never get the chance again. But doing so could cause her pain.
He had no desire to hurt her. His lady love.
It was darkening. The sun setting. The daylight leaving. It would have been peaceful. Almost was. But Hawk Moth seemed determined to make it otherwise. Destruction would reigned in Paris.
She was on patrol. She was alone. Her partner hadn't showed. Blonde hair, a thin flash of green. Then it was gone. "Chat Noir?" she called, wondering if he'd decided to show in the end. There was no reply, but she saw a figure vault away, and she followed.
She was worried. Not because she'd lost them. No that thought barely bothered her. Normally, it would. Very much. But not when Adrien Agreste had been akumatized.
Though she loved Chat Noir, at the same time her love was shared. She'd loved Adrien since forever. Since she'd first seen him. True love at first sight was not the tall tale it was made out to be, it was real. Real as love itself.
She stood on the wall surrounding the Agreste mansion; she'd been here once before, a couple weeks ago when they'd fought the bubbler. Ladybug wasn't sure it was Adrien, but the figure had disappeared into the Agreste mansion and had the models blonde hair and green eyes.
Whether it was him or not. She needed to find this person. Quick. They'd been akumatized, that was for sure.
She began looking through windows, hoping to see some maid or cook to ask. Surely a house of this size must have some sort of household staff. Ladybug found herself staring into Gabriel Agreste's office. The Gabriel Agreste. The best, most renowned fashion designer in the world. She gasped and he turned around and frowned. What was this girl doing at his window?
The girl gestured for him to open the window, and finally recognizing her as Ladybug he did. "Sir, I think your son has been akumatized, and I need to find him. Do you mind pointing me in the direction of his room?" Gabriel's eyes widened. He did after all care for his son.
He cleared his throat and rearranged his face. "Yes, it's 3 stories above this room."
Ladybug thanked him and swung up to the third floor.
Instead of Adrien she found. Chat Noir? What was he doing here?
