A/N: Angst is sick and tired of me riding crack and fluff and has jealously bent me over the table and is taking me hard and raw ayyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyyy-

So here's our baby 3

(warning, mentioned character deaths 3333)


"I did my best, I tried to change
But it's just in my DNA
I got my hands on something great
And found a way to fuck it up again"

Tragic Endings - Eminem (feat. Skylar Grey)

Pairing - Adrinette

Prompt - 'Consequences'


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It was as if life itself was playing one huge, wickedly evil trick on him.

Allowing the petit chaton noir to have a teeny, tiny taste of happiness and a measly morsel of joy only to brutally snatch it away with its clawed, malevolent hands in a manner that was oh so excruciating and indescribably agonising.

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First, it was his sweet, sweet Maman.

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A sudden nasty cold taking over her once strong and lithe body to the point where she was permanently a shivering mess. Chesty, uncontrollable coughs becoming more and more violent each day till she was spluttering out dark crimson. The beautiful glow of her golden, sun-kissed skin turning morbidly ashen and horrifically ghostly; she was beyond recognition.

And then...

And then...

She disappeared.

Just like that.

Without a sound. Without a warning. Without a trace.

He never got to say goodbye.

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Then it was the stern yet not so heartless Nathalie.

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Her throat becoming more and more hoarse and raw after every wrenching cough and concerning wheeze as if her lungs have given up on her. Her body refusing to cooperate with her mind and causing her to collapse on a regular basis to the point where she had to rely on a wheelchair to manoeuvre herself around. Her head feeling like it was literally splitting apart and haunting his nights from the hysterical screaming of ruthless pain from her room.

...He hasn't seen her for a long time either now that he thought about it.

...For years.

...Many, many years.

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After that, it was...Père.

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His infamous stoic poise and iron firm stature becoming incredibly frail and terribly weak like an ancient monument being knocked down by a wrecking ball. His already irate demeanour becoming so much more viciously tired and cruelly snappish if the boy even dared to breathe let alone whisper. His horrifying, bloodcurdling retching behind the doors of his locked room whilst his son meekly trembled outside and unsure whether or not if he'll be able to help the hateful adult.

He never knew how much colder and silent his house was without the man's constant words of disappointment and irate.

...He didn't know whether he should have been relieved or downright petrified.

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And now...

Now.

It was his Lady...

His Marinette.

His wonderful, talented, beautiful Marinette.

His Princesse, his Lady, his Queen, his Love, his Wife.

Though she bravely kept on a struggling smile that radiated with absolute love and sheer warmth for him, her skinny, shaking hand on his ashen cheek, it wasn't enough.

She was breathing out her last, precious breath in his quivering arms, her sky blue eyes glittering like diamonds despite his salty tears saturating her paling cheeks and his chest shuddering with unspoken words.

But that was okay.

They never needed words anyways.

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"Promise me Adrien...promise me that you won't blame the miraculous for this. Promise me that you'll live a happy life...that you'll continue to do the right thing, mon Chaton. Never forget...never forget that I love you...and that I will always love you, even if I'm not there by your side...I love you, Adrien..."

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Her lips, which were once lush and sunny enough to light up his entire body and soul in one fleeting touch, was like blistering ice and wintery ashes against his own as he swallowed her final, costly breath.

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He never kept his promise.

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It was ironic, honestly.

All his life, everyone has always mentioned or pointed out how he was just like the sunshine that was once his Maman and how his soul was so pure and beautiful, it could have given his wife's a run for its money.

Oh, how foolish were they all.

He is and has always been Gabriel Agreste's son.

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He sluggishly tucked his weeping children away in bed, all three of them possessing matching tear-stained cheeks and miserable eyes that were puffy beyond words. He kissed the foreheads of the five-year-old twins, Hugo and Mei, running his piano fingers through their silky midnight tresses as their emerald greens were hidden by exhausted lids and their tiny mouths were still etched as pouts in their slumber.

He fed his youngest child, Li, his milk. The nine-month-old's sky blues peering up at his Papa with utter melancholy and confusion, having had cried for hours earlier on in search for his Mama, blissfully ignorant that the milk he was drinking was one of the last few bottles he had left of his mother's breastmilk.

Or maybe he wasn't so ignorant, with how slowly and softly he drank away and the way one of his stubby hands curled around Adrien's little finger, his dark hair slightly swaying as he tilted his tiny little head.

Oh.

Adrien was crying.

Oh.

He was crying all this time.

He never stopped.

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Finally, with the mourning Sabine and Tom watching over the children for the night, Adrien slipped away headed to the remains of what was once upon a time, the Agreste mansion.

His ringing ears continued to be deaf to the pleadings and wails from Tikki and Plagg, the wind ripping through his dishevelled hair and his sagging clothes.

But he never felt more alive than he did now.

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If life was going to continue to perversely take and take and take, then, he might as well destroy life itself, no? After all, destruction is his speciality and gift and he will use it to protect what he has left of his priceless family and friends.

Even if it obliterates the lives of everyone else in this world in an inferno of anguish, grief and misery because damn it if he isn't allowed to have an ounce of hope, no one is.

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Like Father, like son.

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"Cataclysm."

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A/N: Basically, Adrien turns into a villain :D It's a little exploration of what if constantly using more than one miraculous at a time (or even using a damaged one) can kill you?

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