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Prompt:

I was gonna write a fanfiction about Chat knowing daddy argeste was Hawk Moth and also finding out mari was ladybug.  Akumatized Chat Noir is still Chat Noir (not Chat Blanc bec it seems to be fitting that way in a sort where he wants to be himself- not Adrien in a costume)  he’s eyes were violet and bell was silver

Mari wants her Chat back

i wanted to write angst Mari and like Chat was the cause of that like- saying he was disappointed that mari IS ladybug and he expected more. 

In the end, Marinette has cured the akuma but she can never forget, is why she never becomes Ladybug again and Chat doesn’t know why  

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Holy fuck do it

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I just did snippets actually.

 Subtle hints were dropped, bread crumbs of explainable were now connected into one big lie. He never expected it to be this big- Let alone, it to be him. Butterfly like signatures, absences that never took liberty of explanation and never really being there for him, all of it was just cold. Beautiful and dark, cold gleaming hope is all his father ever was. Adrien stood in the dark, glowing butterflies surrounded him like pollen, fluttering about in pure white. All this time this has been here, quite literally under his nose, he felt foolish. There was anger. Cold pure maddness that curled his gut that he saw red.

 "Chat!“ It was Ladybug.

 "Chat we need to get out.” She tried to rouse him, drag him over the now open window- 

 "He’s coming!“ She seethed. His legs unmoving, afraid that if he would he’d break. She threw him over her shoulder, escaping narrowly as she heard the creaking of mechanisms, a deep voice entering a dark monologue that set a chill down her spine.

 He wouldn’t have gone home and rest into the belly of the beast soundly, so he escaped. Took the route he mindlessly chose and paused. 

Ladybug?

 He dropped down the roof as he saw her flipping mid air and release her transformation, landing fluidly on Marinette’s- He was on Dupain-Cheng’s property. On Marinette’s house, on Ladybug’s balcony. Sacrébleu. 

"You-Marinette?” He could clearly see how startled she looked. Given how she jumped about a meter away from where she landed, and looked up to him with fear him her eyes, her face had gone extremely pale against the moonlight.

 "Chat?“ "I’m sorry-” he looked around and saw pictures of himself plastered around her wall, he tried to fight the gnawing in his heart that Ladybug liked his restrained self more than who he truly was.

 "Is it because of him?“ She nodded, albeit hesitantly at him. She cringed when she saw his eyes- acid green with a lot of hurt. She was too focused on him that she didn’t see the butterfly come through and when she did it was all too late. The butterfly disappeared into his mask, the transformation immediate and nothing. And yet she could see it in his eyes. The burning hurt now replaced with cold nothingness, it wasn’t green anymore, it was toxic. 

 "What a shame.” Marinette could feel her heart tear at his voice, how she was the cause of this? And more. 

 "Here I thought you, of all people, would like Chat Noir. Not a hollow person like that.“ It felt like he just spat on her face, his deadpanned voice threw an insult to her face. 

 "I expected a lot of you Princess-no, Ladybug. It’s a shame really, disappointed in fact that you would be superficial just like them. Like Marionettes, nothing but a Marinette.” He shook his head, bitter laugh escaping his throat. He took one last look at her and sneered, disgust was the last thing in his face as he left. He left her in the dark walls of her room, shattered like he was moments ago, she could feel the million akumas fighting against her gut. That was hatred talking, she told herself. And Marinette vowed to take her Chat back.

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BLESS YOU @thelastpilot for making “Quiet Ice, Silent Nights”

I’ve been obsessing since the first chapter

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