Someone Shot Our Innocence- Adrinette Month Day Twenty
She pulled away from the blonde, and gave a large, false smile. “Ahem. Sorry, Chlo, but I have to get out of here. I’ve been entirely traumatized by that horrible Agreste, and I need to go home and lie down! But hey, send me the project later, and I might look it over. Cover for me or else. Kisses!” Marinette tossed her hair, turning to leave the classroom. Honestly, some people were just too pathetic to bother with. Chloe was one of them.
She strode out, into the daylight. She knew she’d get in trouble if her parents found out she’d cut school, but that little do-gooder would never tell on her, would she?
“I might cancel your birthday party for this,” she heard a voice say… Mr. Agreste? “I thought I raised you better than this.”
“Great. I’ll just sneak out and you know it, old man.”
Was… was that Adrien’s voice? Huh. She’d never heard him so… furious. Where were they?
“Then I’ll lock you in your room. I don’t like doing this, I hope you know that. As a parent though, I can’t let you think it’s okay to treat people like that.”
“Yeah, and I can’t wait until I’m eighteen and you can’t legally keep me in Paris anymore!”
The car. The voices were coming from the car. Wait, was it Adrien’s birthday? How… interesting. This could be a chance to cause chaos… AND annoy Gabriel Agreste. Anyone who her kitty didn’t like, she’d always be up to piss off.
So it was settled. She’d break into the manor, and throw Adrien the party of the century. A party that, knowing her, and knowing that brat of a boy, nobody would ever forget.
…
Adrien sat in his room, bored and annoyed, when a girl dressed in black and white broke through his window, shattering glass all over the floor. She brushed herself off, smirking, and looked up, eyes widening when she noticed him watching her.
“Shit. This is your room, isn’t it?” Miss Fortune asked, looking thoroughly disappointed.
He nodded slowly. This girl… honestly, she was already obsessed with Blanc. With his luck, she’d be a fan of “Adrien” too. “If you’re here to screw me- in any way- I suggest you leave.”
She laughed, tapping his nose. “As refreshing as that is to hear from you, I just came to wish you a happy birthday. And I was going to surprise you… but I suppose you can be let in on the trick. Basically, I’m going to kidnap some of your classmates, and tie up your dad, so you can have your pathetic little party. Won’t that be nice?”
He tilts his head, reading her expression. There's no love there, or infatuation, like he sees constantly when transformed. Just... a kind of guilt. A subtle pinch at the corners of her eyes, a falter in her smile, something somebody who didn't know her wouldn't pick up on... What did she do?
"Explain. Now," he commands, using the voice just a hint lower and a touch softer than usual, the voice he uses to tell her that she had best be very careful with her next answer. She cringes reflexively, before blinking at him in confusion. "Well?"
"I... I mean, your dad's a dick. And I may have some responsibility partially a little bit for the way he blew up at you, so... I'm trying to fix that?"
He thinks for just a moment, before nodding. "Carry on with it. Kidnap them, and make the old man suffer a bit."
The grin on her face is astounding, almost beautiful, as she leaves, spinning that yo-yo of hers.
...
Nino isn't sure how he feels about being held hostage for his friend's birthday party.
On the one hand, supervillains kidnapped him. Well, one supervillain, he hasn't seen Blanc around.
On the other hand...
The party is pretty great. He's been chained to a DJ booth, and given unlimited tracks to play, not to mention Alya leaning over the table, and damn, that girl... she can lean over a table really, really well.
Still. The kidnapping bit is... awkward.
Miss Fortune also happens to be currently taunting the birthday boy, who seems very unamused by all this as he sips from a cup of something that is definitely alcoholic.
"It's a great party, yeah," Adrien admits. "But where's Marinette?"
"Couldn't get her," Fortune shrugs. "She punched me in the face."
Nino wonders why Fortune's nose isn't broken... Honestly, the party isn't something he's loving, what with the whole being-chained-up thing.
"What's the matter?" Alya asks. "I mean... other than the fact that we're probably all going to die unless Blanc comes to reign in his psycho, or the butterfly dude sends one of his Champions."
"Other than that?" Nino arches an eyebrow. "Damn, you're hard to piss off... unless it's me."
She shrugs, and... wait. Is that a butterfly?
Flying towards him?!
"Aw, shit, nonono, I am not a hero, you're making a mistake-"
The butterfly does not seem to care, flying into his cuffs, and breaking him out.
"Can you take on the forces of evil, my stray child?" the voice whispers to him.
Nino sighs. "You've got the wrong guy..."
"Nino Lahiffe."
"Damn. Okay, you've got the right guy. As long as it doesn't wreck the party, sure..."
...
Adrien groans, looking up as Freedom Fighter appears, blasting away the cages and chains the party was made of. "Do I actually have to fight on my birthday?"
Fortune glances at him. "I'm getting my kitty. We'll take care of this." She zooms off, leaving Adrien to slide inside, rolling his eyes, and mutter, almost to himself. "Transform me already..."
It's an idle question, on the roof of a building, as the sun rises. Curiosity, maybe, although she knows what he'll say.
"If I wasn't Ladybug, would you still love me?"
"Of course I would," he laughs. "You'd still be my Lady. You're my other half. We were made for each other, mask or no mask."
She grins, and grabs his hand tightly. "Do you promise, Chaton?"
"I promise." He winks. "Race you to the Eiffel?"
She shakes her head, leaping to her feet. "You're on."
She wins the race, as usual, and he laughs, bowing to her. "You're the best, what can I say?"
"Say you love me."
"I love you more than the stars."
She believes him.
...
They're sitting on her balcony and she's watering the flowers.
"You're so beautiful in the sunlight, like that," he tells her. "I love you so much..."
"If I wasn't beautiful, would you still love me?" she asks, raising an eyebrow at him.
"Of course I would," he smiles. "But you could never be less than beautiful, Marinette. You shine. You're caring, and kind, and strong. You will always be beautiful."
"If I wasn't though?" she presses."
He shrugs. "I love you, Princess. The way you look is nice, but it's you that I love," he says, and he strokes her face gently.
She believes him.
...
They sit in school, in the library.
"What are you drawing?" he asks, peering over at her sketchbook.
"I'm drawing you, so sit still!" she laughs.
"You draw really well, Marinette."
She raises an eyebrow. "If I couldn't-?"
"Of course I would," he cuts her off. "Honestly, Marinette, how many times do I have to say I'll love you no matter what for you to believe me?"
She bites her lip, looking down. "I'm sorry... I'm being stupid."
He shakes his head. "No, not stupid. But you should know that I've always loved you. I always will," he kisses her cheek. "No matter what happens."
She believes him.
...
They're in his room, and she hugs him tightly, as they lie in his bed.
He kisses her forehead, and she cuddles closer to him. "Adrien?"
"Yes, my Lady?"
She laughs, but there's something broken in her voice. "If I was hiding something from you... something bad, and you found out... would you still love me?"
He frowns at her words. "Of course I would. But what could you be hiding that's so bad?"
She clings closer to him, shaking her head. "Adrien, just promise me."
He sighs, and holds her closer. "Of course. I promise. I will love you until the day I die, my Lady."
She believes him.
...
He stares in shock as she approaches him, the city burning behind her. "Adrien..."
"Don't. I don't understand, what are you doing?" he shakes his head, stepping away from her.
"I had to... Adrien, I love you, so much, and they... they were going to hurt you, and..." she looks up at him. Miss Fortune's eyes are not blue, but grey. "If I wasn't good, if I lost my soul, would you still love me?"
He closes his eyes. "Of course I would," he tells her, taking her hand and letting the white sweep over his suit. "I guess we really were made for each other. Made into Fortune... and Blanc."
She looks on the verge of tears, and hugs him tightly. "Thank you..."
"I will stand with you forever. I will always love you."
The screams echo through the streets, but he doesn't care. He can't care, not when she's there, by his side, smiling so sweetly, so innocently.
"Thank you," she whispers, wrapping her arms around him, black hair streaked with white, fluttering in the wind. He knows he's just doomed the world. He knows he's lost his soul... but to stand by her side? To protect her? He's happy to become evil.
"I love you," he promises, kissing her hand gently. "Someday I will die for you."
She stares at him, and her eyes are so, so blue... so her. She tightens her grip on him, tears pricking those perfect blue eyes. "Please live for me."
"Anything," he promises.
...
They sit on a rooftop, and she shivers in the cold. He releases his transformation, to take off his jacket and wrap it around her. She looks up at him in confusion. "Adrien, what are you doing?"
"What, just because I'm a killer now I can't take care of you?" he laughs. "You're the one I became evil for in the first place."
She looks down, but he takes her face in his hands.
"Hey. Don't be sad, my Fortune. I love you. I'm happy to do this as long as we're together. I would give anything for you. This is nothing."
She nods, and kisses him softly. "You still love me?"
"Of course I do." He does, too, even if every time his white leather is painted red, he hates himself for it.
...
They sit in the alley, detransformed, and she shivers in his arms. "P-please, Adrien... Chloé saw me transform, I'm so, so scared..."
He tenses, the memory of his childhood friend flashing through his mind, the girl who became the classmate who loved to cause pain. "Chloé?"
"If it gets out who I am, you know they'll give me the death penalty..."
"I'll die first. I swear to that," he tells her instantly. He knows, though, that's not what she's asking him to do. She's asking him to destroy the other girl... the girl who was once his best friend... "I'll protect you. I'm happy to become evil for you."
...
White claws and fangs died red. Tears streaking down his face. Messy blonde curls, and blue eyes looking up at him in shock, as he drops the transformation...
"I knew it," she whispers up at him. "I knew you'd kill me for her."
The lights fade out of her eyes, and he can't stop crying over her body. Why can't he stop crying? He's killed before...
But not someone he once loved as a sister.
Still, it's for Marinette. His Lady... his Fortune. She needs him to be evil, to protect her. So he will.
...
He holds her in his arms, in her room. He knows she can't see the stains on his costume. That's his reminder alone. "You killed her."
"For you, yes. I would do anything for you."
"You became what you hated for me," she murmurs in his arms. He laughs slightly, sadly. She wraps her arms around him, and buries her face in his chest, against the blood Chloé left, the blood only he can see.
"I became evil for you. I'm going to be here for you, no matter what..."
...
They're surrounded. There is no way out of the manor in time...
"What are we going to do?" she looks up at him with those wide eyes. "They know... they know who you are, how do we-?"
"Detransform," he orders her.
"Adrien...?"
"I have a plan. Detransform."
Shaking, she releases her transformation. "What do you want to do?"
He closes his eyes, terror seizing him. What he's about to do it insane... "You know I will always love you."
"I know..."
He grabs her roughly, and takes her to the roof, holding her over the edge of the roof in front of the mob. "I have a hostage!" he cries out, shaking her. "If you burn the place down, you are responsible for her death!"
She looks to him, and looks up... toward the line of gunmen. The line he sees, and pulls her back from the edge, holding her to his chest... a shield to those on the ground, but to the two of them, it's holding her one last time...
The gunshot goes off, and strikes the side of his head. He smiles, and lets himself disappear... he protected her. He kept his promise.
30: “It’s not that hard a choice. I ask you if you want to live and you say yes.”
Gareki rolled his eyes. “It’s not that hard a choice. I ask you if you want to live and you say yes.” But Yogi didn’t stop shaking. “You… still trust me, right?”
“Of – Of course, Gareki-kun,” he replied, his voice still a little shaky. “But it’s still a needle. A big needle.” His gaze wandered back to the still warped equipment before it jumped back on Gareki. “I’ll always love you, you know that, right?”
“Yes,” Gareki agreed. “If this is done, we’ll get ice cream. So do you want to live?” His hand lingered lightly on Yogi’s wrist, rubbing it gently while Yogi worked up courage.
“…yes,” came the tiny answer. “…” He closed his eyes in defeat, but didn’t really relax for some time.
Gareki waited patiently, never stopping to rub Yogi’s wrist until he saw his boyfriend relaxing. Then he acted fast. So fast, Yogi didn’t even twitch – feel the needle. He set it down on the tray again.
“Let’s go then,” he told him, shrugging off the white coat. “My lunch break is only an hour.”
Yogi opened his eyes, blinking confused. “That’s it?”
“Yes, that illness won’t hurt you,” Gareki assured him. “Now what sort of ice cream do you want to have?”
While they made their way down, Gareki kept wondering if the smile of Yogi’s face was worth listening to him rambling about the different ice cream flavours for the next seven minutes and 45 seconds. But in truth, he already knew that it was.
I just wanted to tell you I reread your Give Adrien hugs 2K16 series and I still love it so so much. Also I think that was the series that led me to your tumblr and you're adorable. I think that's all
omg??? thank you so much */////* it’s so crazy to hear people liked my stuff enough to reread it
I really love food, so this is a very hard question. At this point, I’m saying curry, if only because I’m doing them a lot lately. Having free time and all. :D
Eerie: One thing that always creeps you out?
Ants. It’s with an odd fascination mixed in, but I really hate them. (And they hate me. A lot.)
