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lady in red (never seen you shine so bright) (11081 words) by AlexSeanchai
Chapters: 1/1
Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug
Rating: Teen And Up Audiences
Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply
Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Sabine Cheng & Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Tom Dupain
Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Sabine Cheng
Additional Tags: Romantic Angst, Demisexual Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, sitting these two clowns down to talk about their feelings, implied/referenced suicidal ideation, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Has ADHD
Summary:

"What's this got to do with you wanting help breaking your heart of your boy?"

"He's not my boy." Ladybug leaned against him, one arm still holding her knees to her chest. "I'm not sure he even knows I'm interested. If he does, he's ignoring it with all his might." (Chat spared a moment to silently curse this callous little fool, whoever he was.) "But I can't think about much else."

(Callous little fool who didn't even want to know what a priceless treasure as Ladybug's heart was right there for his taking, if only he were willing to offer anything of himself in return. If only he were willing to notice her.)

"That's the problem, Chaton." She sounded so tired. "There's so much I need to think about, and all I'm thinking about is him. There's so much I need to do, and most of what I'm doing is increasingly desperate schemes to get his attention. If he'd just tell me no, I think I could stop. If I knew for sure he doesn't want me, it would hurt for a while, but then I could be done." She lifted their joined hands to her cheek; it wasn't a kiss to his hand, but it was tantalizingly close. "And then I could do my job better. Right?"

six sentence sunday

from swallow my doubt, turn it inside out (beautiful oblivion):

Adrien—he must, he thought, be Adrien at the moment; he could feel a needle in his arm, and the spot on his thigh where another had stuck him, and, well. Medical needle versus magical armor? He wouldn't bet on the needle. He fisted his right hand, thumb in, and drew the thumb out: yeah, no claws, no ring. Possibly no Plagg, though as soon as he thought that, he knew it wasn't true: something in his chest was fluttering, on the wrong side to be his heart. The familiarity of it, given both little jinnīs' ability to fly through things and their need to hide Adrien's being Chat Noir from everyone, and knowing how even with no reason Plagg remembered to stay, he hadn't left Adrien long? Yeah, Adrien's lung was probably the perfect spot for a nap.