A/N: oops my hand slipped onto the angst- A "What-If" Scenario on a Ladybug/Chat Noir repeating a past mistake finished at 5:40AM lmao
This was also based off on a fic that I read about Bridgette/Félix a while back when I was plunging myself into the ML fandom/fanfics (if only I can remember what it was called though OTL).
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Stuck on Repeat
Summary: It's painful, it really is… and as she stares at the scene before them, she can only remember that sense of déjà vu.
"…so if I kiss him… he'll gain some luck?"
Her soft voice had broken the fragile silence and the duo floating before her had given one another a look before giving the young woman their full attention. Plagg could only respond in a tone devoid of his regular laze, replaced with a more serious voice.
"Yes. By kissing him and removing the ring at the same time, you're essentially exchanging your luck with his. Although, considering that you'll be Ladybug and Chat Noir after you put the ring on, the bad luck you receive from the ring will cancel out the good luck that the earrings give you so you have nothing to worry about, unless you're not prepared for this upcoming fight."
The long-haired young woman closes her eyes, wiping away the tears that had fallen down her cheeks.
The ladybug kwami floats to Plagg's side, a concerned expression written across her face speaking obvious conflictions. He says nothing, just watching the scene with his facial expression remaining blank. Plagg's ears begin to droop ever so slightly, and Tikki's eyes glisten with unshed tears.
It starts off slow, the slight shuffle in the young woman's movements.
They watch her gently cup the unconscious young man's cheek with her seemingly delicate fingers. Tikki turns to look away, her hand tugging on Plagg's who remains to be their actual audience. The young woman was more preoccupied with the injured man than to be embarrassed about the kwami's observation.
She leans closer to the unconscious man.
Tikki remembers the words that she tells her, about how much she wants to have her first kiss on a date with the boy. She spoke of how she could imagine the day perfectly – a sunny day with quite a bit of clouds floating in the sky without a care, and how they'd take a leisure walk through the park and over to the new café that recently opened up. They'd spend the day together just holding hands and talking to one another in a blissful happiness, and in the end he'll walk her home. She might take her time tying her shoes as an excuse to waste some time with him.
It wasn't fair how similar they were, it wasn't fair, but things happen anyways.
Plagg eventually closes his eyes when he's certain that they're about to kiss. He too remembers his charge's words, about how the young man was head over heels for Ladybug and would jump for joy if he was given a kiss. The cat kwami can only frown and keep his eyes closed. He can feel himself being pulled away along with the ring, something he hadn't expected to happen so soon between the years.
She slides the ring off of his finger soon after parting from the kiss.
His lips were lukewarm, frighteningly cold yet still holding onto warmth, something she hoped would succeed from the luck exchange Plagg had told her about. In her smooth fingers in contrast to her calloused palms, she can feel the ring in her hand, the cursed ring filled with nothing but rotten luck to it's wielder. Delicately, she slips the ring onto her finger and Plagg is suddenly popped into her line of sight as if he had never disappeared.
How fitting, a ring of misfortune now belonged to her.
The tears make their way through and she closes her eyes once more as she slips away from the blond's side. Whether Tikki and Plagg wanted to say words of comfort or not, she was glad that they tried to maintain the silence. She couldn't be emotionally strong for anyone if they were to be there for her.
Brushing a strand of her shoulder-length hair behind her ear, she looks out the window to the moonlit night, seeing butterflies fly in the sky over towards a particular area. The mere sight of such a peculiarity had told her loud and clear – Le Papillon would be waiting there for Ladybug and Chat Noir.
"I'm so sorry… but I love you, Félix… I always will."
"I'm sorry, Adrien…" Marinette whispered in the silence as Plagg and Tikki followed her towards the open window. "…I love you…"
There will always be a Ladybug and a Chat Noir, and while every single one of them is different, time repeats itself.