A/N: This is a challenge from the Miraculous Challenges Fourm that involves putting your ipod on shuffle and writing a drabble for whatever song comes up. This set is (supposed to be) five songs at five hundred words each. I only got three. Admittedly, this is unedited. And surprisingly difficult.
Boy, Lee Brice
If anyone in the world, or at least those who knew of Plagg, thought he wasn't attached to Adrien, they were wrong. He was the Black Cat Chosen, sure, but there was more than that. Plagg saw himself in near everything Adrien did.
The version that Plagg knew was wild and reckless, something tough that wasn't easily broken despite many people trying. When in the suit, he felt indestructible, which only made him get hurt in the process. But he was just a teenager who thought he knew everything. Just like Plagg, he grew up way too fast.
It wasn't Plagg's fault, per say, but he felt as though it was. Plagg, the god of destruction, the one that made Adrien Chat Noir, felt very much responsible for the responsibility that had suddenly been thrust upon the boy's fifteen-year-old shoulders. It was hard to live with that knowledge; it really was. He fought akumas regularly. He got targeted regularly. He got hurt regularly.
Adrien grew up ten years in only two. And it was so hard for Plagg to bear. He didn't want this for his chosen. He wanted something far better. Something easier. And safer. And simpler. He wanted the kid to have a normal life where he was totaling cars on accident instead of on purpose with a touch of his hand. Instead, Adrien was wrapped up with this superhero business that would be difficult for someone twice his age to handle, nevertheless a teenager.
But he didn't just grow up; he changed. The boy the world knew was slowly disappearing and becoming Chat Noir. Adrien questioned authority now. Was far more vocal with his thoughts, which wasn't always good. All and all, Adrien quickly grew into this young man who didn't back down. One who was fierce and brave…
And protective.
Oh, Plagg knew that far too well. He was intimately aware of this phase because there was a very specific recipient to said protection.
Sky-blue eyes. Fierce and determined in her own right. But soft and sweet when she was in his hands.
And it was the same for Adrien.
She gave him more strength than she knew. Heck, she strengthened him more than he realized. She was his Ladybug. She made him feel loved, but more importantly, she made him feel like a real man. Like he had a purpose. Something to protect. Something to live for.
Plagg knew that so painfully well, but mostly because he missed his own Ladybug. That love never died, after all.
She was the reason that Adrien drove himself so hard as Chat Noir. She was a driving force behind every fight, destructive discharge, and injury that resulted. But he'd never blame her for anything that happened to him, and neither would Plagg. She was just the love of his life, his perfect match.
It was all so clear. And Plagg knew this pattern by heart. Adrien was just like him, and he was just like that boy.
But that was his boy. Even though Plagg wishes he'd never brought this upon Adrien, he was proud to call this Chat Noir his chosen.
Long Stretch of Love, Lady Antebellum (YES I SHIP ROLLING STONE. SO WHAT?)
He was a rock star. He had girls swoon over him all the time.
"You just keep telling yourself that, Jeremy," Penny deadpanned.
All in the entire high school. Except for one Penny Rolling.
"Come on, baby," he said with all the false bravado he'd stored up for months. "You know you like me."
"Firstly," she snapped. "Call me 'baby' one more time, and you'll lose your ability to make them. Secondly, no, I don't."
With a swish of her black curls, she spun on her heel and marched off.
Leaving Jeremy Stone in the dust.
Well, that was fine. He was a rock star. It was only a matter of time before she fell for him.
Especially when he won that music contest.
Instead, she was there with a mocking 'told you so' smirk when they said he didn't have any real music talent.
He refused to look at his guitar for days, going so far as to opening up the window to toss it out. But he didn't. He didn't really have the money to buy a new one considering how hard he worked for his current one.
So, after a few days of moping and actively avoiding pretty Penny Rolling, he found himself in a music store, wondering if he could sell the guitar for some cash to store up. But try as he might, he couldn't. He walked out, plopped himself down under a tree in the park, and slowly strummed out the song he'd been working on for days.
"They're wrong, you know," a voice from behind him spoke up, causing Jeremy to jump from his seat. "That's real talent."
He wiped around to see the last person he'd ever consider.
Penny.
"You need to drop the bravado," she said, leaning nonchalantly against the tree. "Because you actually do have potential."
He quirked a brow. "I thought you hated my music."
"I hate the act, not the music," she said, plopping down beside him. "You're music is probably the best in the school."
That…
Jeremey didn't know how to handle that.
"You just need some… adjustments, let's say."
"And what would those be?"
"Well, let's start with a manager."
Jeremy scoffed. "And where do you expect me to find one of those? I already go turned down."
She smirked. "I might know a girl."
…
That was twenty-odd years ago. Sometimes, when preforming on a stage of people, he'd have to turn and look to the purple-haired girl that he'd known all those years ago. He did what he could to keep her from the spotlight, per her own wishes. That's why he didn't wear a wedding ring. But that was fine. He knew he had her, and she had him. Despite her last name, she didn't roll. She was his rock who stuck around despite the many, many times they threatened to end what they had. Seemed like they were in a long stretch of love, one that had no intention of ending.
And that was just fine with Jagged Stone.
Yours If You Want It, Rascal Flatts
It was no secret Chat Noir was in love with Ladybug. The entirety of Paris knew that. The extent of which he was in love with her was openly debated, but none of them knew just how deep his love for her ran.
Not even Ladybug.
Maybe that was what made her so amazing to him. Partly, anyway. After being a highly sought after model with likely thousands of fangirls, here was a woman who didn't want him for his looks. She may not have wanted him at all, but that was besides the point. Because Chat Noir was determined to make her see that his love for her wasn't hero-worship. It was him willing to lay his heart open and raw for this brave woman who didn't always want to be a superhero but did it anyway because of her compassion for other people.
This heart was hers for the taking. But, he had to remind himself that it was only if she wanted it.
He started big with his romantic gestures, and while he could tell she was flattered with them on occasion, for the most part, she thought he wasn't serious. All his knowledge of women and wooing them up to that point had failed.
So, he forced himself to slow down. To think smaller and deeper. That had been Alya's advice, after all.
And it slowly began to work.
A rose here. A compliment there. A short poem he'd occasionally scribble down every once in a while. And always a reminder of what he thought about her.
And somehow, it was working.
Then, on a random day, he pointed to the first star that appeared in the sky and said, "First star. Make a wish, Ladybug."
She'd looked at him oddly and told him to take it.
But he couldn't. "I'd just wish for your wish to come true. You should take it, my lady."
And that had been the first time she'd looked at him. Really, truly looked at him. He couldn't describe how it felt, or just how she looked at him. But it was like those blue eyes sparkled with her heart open, if only for a minute, and he liked the sight of it.
He gave her a smile when she closed her eyes, wishing on that star he'd left for her.
It would be his habit, if only in hope she'd give him that look again. His poor love-starved heart, one that's been thrown through the ringer trying to please everyone he's ever cared about only to ended up beaten, banged-up, and scared, drank that affection in as though it was the last time he'd get it. From her, it meant the world, because she was the most incredible person in his world. Any gift from her, especially her love, was priceless.
The next night he was able to give her the first star to wish on, she looked at him with her heart in her eyes again. His heart pounded as he soaked up the love that poured out. "What do you wish, Chat? Beyond for my wishes to come true?"
He had to pause. He didn't want to scare her away, yet, there was only one truthful answer to that question. So, he dared to lay his heart open and raw in her hands for her to do whatever she desired to the poor, bedraggled thing and hope that it wouldn't come back to him in worse condition. "I wish for your heart, Ladybug. But I'm fully aware that a wish is just a wish and sometimes they don't come true."
With his heart on the line like this, he swore it had stopped beating, only to spark brilliantly alive when she reached over to cup his cheek with her hand. She gave him that wonderful smile and her heart shone in her eyes. "Only if I get your heart in return."
There was a part of him that was in awe she even wanted it because her heart was so big and beautiful and flawless and his was… his was a mess. Yet, here she was, willing to make such a trade.
He covered her hand cupping his cheek, allowing him to really press his face into her palm and absorb the love that poured from her touch. For once, his heart felt truly alive. "It's yours if you want it."
