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Adrien / ??
Shadybug left in a rush, well not Shadybug, Ladybug, she had been persistent to be called like that, Adrien had to get used to it.
So there he was in the middle of a destroyed office with this strange man that he had tried to kill multiple times, Betterfly.
Everything had been so weird that he didn’t know what to do, he guessed he was good now…, but he was so used to feeling broken that now all that he could do was think how his life is gonna be now on.
“Are you listening to me kid?”
“Yes!” he rushed to say, way more eager than he intended, the truth was,that on the contrary, he wasn’t listening, and Betterfly cath on, immediately.
“I was asking you if you could build something, like a timetable, write down when you could do patrol, without worrying the hell out of your parents.” he explained, making a remark on every word to make sure he understood.
“Oh…, don’t worry about it, my father rarely notices when I'm not home.”
“I… doubt it, but what about your mother, doesn’t she care?”
And there it was that sinking feeling he thought he was over with, early that day it was the first time he had talked about his mother in a long time, although, yes he had cried, it didn’t feel like that, now it does.
“My mom, she… em, she moved, yes, to Niza, so she doesn’t live here.”
“Ok kid, too much personal information, I don’t think I should know that.” If he only knew he thought to himself, but he just nodded. Betterfly stop to think for two second before adding “And about your father, if you ever need something -”
“ No need for that old man.” Adrian stopped him smiling.
He didn’t want his pity, or anyone's, for that matter, but he didn't want to be rude so he added “plus you should be the one asking me for stuff, look at this place.”
Betterfly laughed, because early that same day, before that shit show had taken place Claw Noir had destroyed his den.
“I should be going .” The boy said as he was walking over the self made exit.
“Wait, Claw Noir!” He turned around to face Betterfly. “I meant it, if you, or Ladybug, need anything, I’m here, I want to help you guys, please, let me help.” he said that last thing in a whisper, like he was begging him to let him in.
“Ok” Adrian responded “ And please don’t call me Claw Noir any more, I’m gonna come up with a cooler name.” he added leaving for good this time.
Marinette / Ladybug
Fuck, fuck, fuck. that was all that marinet could think about, she was in big trouble , when she drop Alya at her house, because now she was supposed to be good, and that what good people does, she realized that stupidly, she had told her parent that she was leaving, a couple of hours, not the whole facking night!
Maybe, she could slip on to her room through her balcony, but that was too risky. What if her parents were awake waiting for her to come back. She had no option but to enter through the main door.
Marinette came to this realization as she was hiding to distransform.
“Shit” she said to herself “what did Ladybug tell me to say?, if not blots off… spot off?”
As soon as she distransformed Marinette moves, accidentally hitting her kwami.
“Auch” the girl stopped dead in her tracks, she wasn’t told the bug could speak.
“What did you just say?” she asked in a shaky voice.
“I said “auch”, you hit me.” The little creature had a squeaky voice, a little cute.
“I-I’, sorry?”
“You should be sorry, you have been treating me horrible.” The little bug said, Tikki wasn’t mad at Marinette, she understood that she was taken advantage of, but she knew that she had to call her out on that, at least once.
The blue-haired girl looked at the flor ashamed, “I’m sorry Tikki,I truly am.”
“I know Marinette,” she said, sitting in the girl's hands. “I just want you to be aware of what you did, I’m not angry.”
“Really, cause I would hate me.”
“I think you hate you hate yourself for both of us.”
She didn’t know what to respond to that, she just let out a soft giggle and told Tikki to hide.
Letting herself into her house was the worst part of the day, that said a lot since the day had been literally shit and it was only 6:30 am, but her hand was shaking as she pulled the door and prayed her parents didn’t notice her.
Her body relaxed when she got in and saw her mother passed drunk on the couch and not a single trace of her father.
“Is she Ok?” Tikki asked.
“She will.”
For the rest of the day Marinette stayed in her room talking with Tikki, laughing, and gossiping about everything and then she fell asleep, finally feeling hopeful that her life could change.