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            “I think all of this is my fault.” Those words seem to ring in the air for Chat, and anxiety over Ladybug’s reaction to it joins his overwhelming mix of emotions right now.

His father is Hawkmoth. It’s his fault.

It’s his fault.

The tears come now, despite his best efforts to hold them back, and he ducks his head, not wanting his partner to see that. To see him cry over this.

He should have payed more attention. He was too wrapped up in his own grief that he barely had a thought for how his brother felt, let alone his father.

He should have payed more attention.

            “I should have noticed... I should have noticed...”

He should have at the very least noticed once his father actually became a supervillain.

It’s his fault. If he had known... 

            “It’s my fault... It’s all my fault...”

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“I’m allergic to dying!” (thelegacyofladybug)

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----; {Adrien chuckled at Marinette’s comment on her in-game avatar about to die. They had a few matches already, and she was kicking his butt so far.}

----; “Nope! Every player needs to die at least once!”

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It took him a minute to get his bearings. When he finally caught sight of who he had bumped into, he saw it was none other than Marinette. She was the last person he’d expect to be here. Adrien got up and blinked as she rambled on. He never understood why she had such difficulty talking to him. Especially since she was able to communicate more smoothly with everyone else.

“Uhm...it’s okay. he assured. “Aside from falling on the ground, no harm done.” he gave her a smile. Nino knew he had practice today, so why hadn’t his friend just called him instead to pick up whatever he needed. “I did hang back after my lesson and it’s not like I own the place, so it’s not like you’re intruding if you have a reason to be here.” Nino did send her to retrieve something. Couldn’t fault her for that. “Okay.” he said and went over to grab his clothes. He didn’t think it was a good idea to be hanging around with nothing on but a towel with a girl around or with anyone around for that matter. But it was definitely weirder with a girl around. Especially if that girl was his classmate. “I’ll just get dressed.” he said leaving her to her doing. 

While changing, he made sure to be careful when he changed. Couldn’t have her seeing...well. When he managed to get his clothes on, in record time probably because he was rushing to get his clothes on before she saw anything, he saw she was still here and looking around for something. “Do you need help?” he asked.

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Adrien Agreste had been a good person... had being the operative word. He had changed when his mother disappeared. His cold and seemingly unloving father hadn’t done anything for him, so Adrien did the only thing he could to protect himself, he’d turned cold to.

While his indifference was mostly an act he’d taken his rebellion to the extreme. He’d given himself an undercut and dyed his hair. He got piercings, first it was just his eyebrow, then his ears, his lip, and finally his tongue. His father had initially disapproved, but had used Adrien’s rebellion to remake his look. The clothes that Adrien had destroyed to became a new brand, which only resulted in further rebellion from Adrien. He snuck out, ditched school, took up smoking despite the health risks he was more than wary of. He hung out with “bad” kids, made bad decisions, and was in general a “bad boy.”

That didn’t change when his father revealed that he was a super-villain and gave him a powerful artifact called a miraculous. The exchange was simple; Gabriel Agreste would let his son have freedom, he could do anything he wanted, short of arson or murder, and Adrien would obey Hawkmoth’s commands as Chat Noir and get Ladybug’s miraculous.

Adrien hadn’t much cared about Ladybug or the akuma before, they were a distraction, a thrill sometimes, the idea of fighting Ladybug intrigued him, but not enough to be condemned to servitude. That was until Gabriel revealed that the combined Miraculous could bring his mother back. Underneath all the rebellion and indifference Adrien still missed his mother. He was still hurt by her disappearance and would do anything to get her back. so he took the ring.

He had trained, and he’d waited, he thought he was prepared, he thought it would be easy. He could have his life back to the way it was before, his mom back... or at least that was what he was thinking as he watched Ladybug fight the akuma, planning to attack the moment he saw an opportunity.

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Adrien still can’t find his brother.

He did, once; but Felix ran. He doesn’t want to go home, and that’s all Adrien wants him to do.

No, no. Adrien doesn’t just want to bring his brother home. He needs to.

It’s his fault that Felix is like this. That dark little butterfly; that way by accident. All he wanted was to go out as heros. To get away from the oppressive atmosphere of their home for a bit. It went so wrong. The butterfly was black rather than it’s normal iridescent white. It twisted his twin into someone he wasn’t, and he left.

As Jolies Ailes all Adrien ever wanted to be was a hero, and he loved sharing that with his brother. He really did.

He never wanted this though.

He didn’t know what an akuma was when he started out. Nooroo didn’t tell him until it was too late.

Akumas are all he can do anymore though. It’s hard to muster up any positivity to make a champion when he’s losing all hope and his own father is treating him like a failure for causing this.

Jolies Ailes walks slowly across the roof’s narrow peak, carefully putting one foot in front of the other as to not slip and slide down the slant of it; keeping his gaze fixed on his feet.

He has no hope to find his brother tonight; he’s not even bothering to send out and akuma to get help in it. There’s just no point. He just stalling going home. To having to deal with his father’s anger of yet another day of having failed to bring his brother home.

If he could just catch Felix; if he could free the akuma... he could easily release it’s energy. As he does every akuma he makes.

He hate to do that to people. If it makes him feel cold and sick; he can only imagine how they feel. He’d never want to leave them like that. He doesn’t want to make people feel worse when they already feel bad; but he has no choice. He has to save his brother no matter what. He has to.

Why can’t Ladybug and Chat Noir understand that? They keep getting in the way. All he wants to do is save his brother and they’re making it so hard, and acting like he’s the bad guy.

Speak of the Devil; as with the sound of a yoyo string, and a soft landing behind him he knows that Ladybug is there, and he just sighs heavily.

            “I’m not doing anything. Just leave me alone.” He glances over his shoulder at her; relieved to see that she’s alone. Chat Noir isn’t with her. Quickly looking away from her, he resumes slowly walking across the roof. “There aren’t any akumas; I’m not hurting anyone. I’m just walking across a roof. There’s no reason for you to take issue with me. Not right now.”

He stops dead, and turns around towards her, crossing his arms- his scepter clutched tightly and raised slightly the only indication of a preparation for a fight. He stares at her silently for a moment.

            “Am I not allowed to walk on roofs now? Or is everything I do villainous in your eyes?”

He doesn’t think Ladybug is a bad person. Far from it. He knows she’s a good person. But he’d like to think he is too; and Ladybug is trying to stop him from saving his brother. She doesn’t understand the situation. That’s all he can assume, but he’s losing patience with the spotted ‘heroine’, and he just wants her to leave him alone. Just for this one night. 

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----; “Ow!”

----; {Adrien covered his nose with both of his hands. A door suddenly appeared in front of him, and he didn’t react fast enough to avoid the blow. Hopefully, nothing is broken.}

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“Er - hey.” Bemused, was the word Adrien would have chosen for this particular emotion. He had some spare time - an extra hour or so before his next appointment with some ambassador for Spain - and usually he would have spent it eating lunch, except there was a girl on the other side of the park sort of ... well, freaking out. He honestly did not know why. Having several armfuls of clothing could not have been that alarming, but she was definitely having trouble, and the closer he got to the disasterzone the more of the conversation he heard: her friend, camera in hand, was saying, “It’s no big deal, Marinette, I’m sure we can find someone else to model before the deadline. Your stuff is rad! We could submit pictures of them on MANNEQUINS and it would be fine.”  He was ... already in the midst of it - them - when he spoke, and waved a hand, totally uncertainly. His fingers sort of crumpled halfway into a fist. Never mind his two-year, ongoing campaign as Chat Noir: Adrien Agreste had never made it into public school, and he had noooo idea how to speak to people his age. Especially not pretty girls freaking out over - he crouched to pluck one of the leathery pieces off the ground. It was a jacket - freaking out over jackets on the ground and nobody to model them. “This is really cool,” he realised, out loud, totally as a throwaway comment, but he pressed onward anyway - “I’m free for another hour. I hope you don’t mind I was eavesdropping, it was sort of hard to miss.” He gestured, vaguely, over his shoulder (from whence he came). “I’m happy to model for you, if you’re still looking for someone? You’re applying for the fashion school, right?” Adrien knew of the fashion school, and their stringent requirements for application - the strict week-long period its second-stage applicants had to design, make and photograph new, entirely original clothing. It was pretty stressful. She was hardly the first person he’d seen freaking out over it - he’d freaked out over it. He added, with a nervous burst, “I mean, if you want me.” To model. For her. Because he could see why someone might not want that. Maybe. 

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