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The sea waves crashed into the clear sand with force. Poseidon didn't seem to be happy today. You turned around on the framed bed, hugging a pillow. So the white-gloved man had been Chat all along. When Plagg said he didn't remember what happened, it was because Chat had been akumatized. But he didn't seem under Hawkmoth's control in the dream. How was that possible?
"There you are."
You looked over your shoulder and saw Adrien walking up to you.
"I've been looking for you everywhere." He said. He had dark circles under his eyes, but he still managed to look gorgeous. You couldn't understand his genetics.
You lay on your back, making room for him. "Now you know how it feels."
The white mattress dipped when he sat by your side, but not too close. "You don't look too good, chérie. Did you sleep well?"
"I was worried about you." He opened his mouth to speak, but you put a hand up. "But that's not it." You took a deep breath. Here it goes. "Your akumatized self was the one who destroyed Paris, not Hawkmoth. Right?"
His mouth opened slightly and he paled. "How did you—?" His expression clouded. "Plagg."
You shook your head. "He kept his promise and didn't say anything. I saw it in a dream." Adrien passed a hand over his face as he stared at the ground. "We have some sort of connection, and I can see things Chat and Plagg saw." It was true that the kwami had helped you this time, but if Adrien knew that, Plagg would probably lose his cheese.
You sat up slowly. Adrien didn't move, eyes fixed on a spot between his feet.
"You were akumatized," you said and he flinched as if the words burned him. Your stomach churned with worry at his reaction. You didn't even know if he was breathing.
"Adrien." You lightly touched his shoulder, leaning closer to him.
His head snapped up and your gazes met. His eyes were shining, filled with unshed tears.
"Oh, Adrien." Your chest tightened. What had you done?
Children laughter reached you, carried by the wind. The family was walking on the beach; it was better to go to a more private place.
"C'mon, let's go back in." You pulled the blonde by the hand until you were back to your room.
Adrien sat cross-legged on the bed, motionless, his eyes unfocused. "I didn't want you to find out." His voice didn't have any life in it.
Now it made sense why he didn't want to talk about the war. He probably felt horrible for destroying the city.
You took a deep breath. "I know." You gave him a glass of water and sat in front of him. "But you could have just explained to me how difficult this was for you. I would understand."
He slowly looked up at you. "And you wouldn't try to find another way to discover the truth?"
You pressed your lips together, knowing that he could see right through you. You probably wouldn't rest until you found out what had happened in the war, and he knew that.
The blonde let out a small, humorless chuckle as he stared at the glass in his hands. "Always the curious one."
"We don't have to talk about this if you don't want to." You added quickly. "I shouldn't have pressured you to talk in the first place. I just... I just wanted to understand."
He chugged down the water before talking again. "It's better this way. You deserve to know, even if I don't want you to. I... I promised." He took a deep breath. "I've done terrible things, chérie."
You put the empty glass on the bedside table. "You were akumatized. It wasn't your fault."
"I've been trying to tell him that for years," Plagg said as Adrien stared down at his hands. The kwami was sitting between you two, near the blonde's legs.
Adrien hummed, still not looking up. "Well, Ladybug and Rena told me what happened, but I had a feeling they didn't tell me everything, so I saw the videos people took of Blanc before they were wiped out." The broken tone of his voice was tearing you apart.
"Blanc?" You tilted your head.
"That's how I liked to be called when I was..." He didn't complete the phrase, but he didn't need to.
You nodded and swallowed back the knot forming in your throat. "And why were the videos deleted?"
"They were erased along with people's memories." He searched your face for a moment before continuing. "It was Master Fu's last wish. He was the miraculous guardian for years, and he wanted our identities to remain hidden." He scratched his neck. "I kinda, hum, revealed everyone's identities when I was akumatized. It was only me, Lady, Rena and Bee at the time, but still, after all the bad things I had done, the miraculous heroes image would be tarnished forever." He let out a long sigh, like talking about this was sucking all his energy away. "I personally don't think I deserved to have my mistakes forgotten, but it was his choice."
You furrowed your eyebrows, wondering what 'bad things' was he talking about. "But you were akumatized—"
"I let myself be akumatized!" He interrupted you, and you were taken aback by the anguish and hostility in his voice. He clicked his tongue and looked down at his lap. "I'm sorry."
Plagg gave you a worried look, and you moved to sit by Adrien's side. You put a hand on his thigh, your palm facing upwards. "It's okay." He remained still for a moment before he put his palm in yours and intertwined your fingers. You gave his hand a gentle squeeze. "The first Hawkmoth was your father, right?"
Adrien and Plagg turned to look at you at the same time.
The blonde's mouth parted slightly. "How do you keep doing this?"
"Another dream?" The kwami asked. You nodded sheepishly and his eyes seemed to shine brighter. "Fascinating."
You scratched your neck, feeling shy with the sudden attention. "How... How did you get akumatized?"
Adrien's hold on your hand got tighter for a moment before he relaxed. "Miraculous holders are stronger against Hawkmoth's influence, but not immune. I was in a really dark place at the time." He was staring forward, eyes focused on something you couldn't see. "I wanted someone to love, but I couldn't find love in anyone. My father was basically a stranger at our house, and at that moment, I didn't realize why. Ladybug, who didn't want anyone, found somebody to love, and I, the one who was looking so desperately for love, couldn't find it." A chuckle left his mouth, but there was no humor in it. Plagg rubbed his small head on his leg and the blonde sighed. "I got reckless in fights and one day, I almost got myself and Rena killed. That's how Hawkmoth was able to get me while I was transformed. I have no memory of what happened after that."
With each word he spoke, you felt the knot in your throat get tighter, almost suffocating you. Chat always seemed so cheerful and confident, you had no idea he had all this sadness huddled inside him. You had seen glimpses of it, but not everything. You wondered if all this time he had been suffering in silence, hoping that one day others would see the wounds that tore him apart from inside.
"Thank you for telling me." You squeezed his hand, trying to send some sort of comfort to him, some positive energy, anything. You wanted to show him that you were by his side, that you were here with him now.
His thumb brushed against your skin and a small smile decorated his lips. "Don't worry too much about me, chérie." He said as if he could see the worry in your eyes. "It's in the past now. I'm over it."
You furrowed your brows. "But you still don't use your power." His eyes widened a fraction. "Is it because you destroyed the city with it?" He gave a curt nod. The last dream you had resurfaced in your mind. How that man seemed terrified of Blanc and wanted to run away. A bad feeling arose in your stomach. "Did..." You paused for a moment. "Did you use it on someone?"
His face contorted in pain and he closed his eyes, jaw clasped tight.
You put your free hand over your mouth. "You did." Your voice was barely a whisper.
He must have seen a video of that. You didn't want to even try to imagine how horrible that must have been. Knowing what you did, but having no memory of it whatsoever. No wonder he didn't want to talk about the war before, this was awful.
"Adrien—"
"I don't deserve your comfort, love." He tried to take his hand from yours, but you stopped him, holding his palm tighter.
"Don't say that." You said, turning your body to him fully.
His chin began to quiver and he turned his face away from you. Plagg was silently watching you both.
"Adrien," you said in a gentle voice. You heard him sniffling. "Look at me."
You waited and after a moment he finally turned around. His eyes were red and there was a wet trail of tears going down his cheek.
You took both of his hands in yours. "You help so many people. Every day, you're out there risking your life to protect hundreds of strangers. Just yesterday you helped those children with Alix!" You brought his hands to your lips and kissed them. More tears rolled down his face and you let go of his palms to wipe his cheeks with your thumbs. "You're a wonderful person, cat suit or not. Don't let the past convince you that you don't deserve a future."
He hugged you, bringing you close to his chest and you hugged him back, putting your arms around his torso. You could feel his body shaking as he tried to muffle his sniffles and you caressed his back, trying to calm him down. Your heart seemed to break with each tremble of his body. You just wished you could make all his pain go away or, at least, cheer him up. So when the tremors lessened and his hold on you got more relaxed, you began to rub your face against his neck.
"What are you doing?" His hoarse voice vibrated in his throat.
"Marking you." You rubbed your face against him once more to illustrate your point. "So Hawkmoth knows that I'm protecting you and I won't let anything bad happen to you again."
He pulled you back by the shoulders and stared at you with red-rimmed eyes. And then he smiled. Relief blossomed in your chest. Finally.
"That's not how it works," he sniffled.
You smiled. "Then show me."
He wiped his eyes with the back of his hand. "Am I finally free from my punishment?"
You pretended to think for a moment and nodded. "You've been a really good boy, so I'll allow it."
"Oh, my princess, you're so merciful." He put a hand over his heart. "How I adore you, dearest one."
You rolled your eyes but couldn't help the chuckle that left your mouth. "You talked just like Chat now."
He gave you a gentle squeeze. "You seem to forget we are the same person, love."
"I miss seeing you in the suit," you murmured, mostly to yourself, as you brushed his cheek with your thumb.
He arched one eyebrow. "Do you now? I could transform if you want." You heard a small shuffle coming from the pillows somewhere behind you.
You hummed in approval, but then remembered that all the talk you had before was centered on him being akumatized as Chat. Maybe this wasn't a good idea.
He began to move, but you stopped him. "Wait, are you sure?"
"I'm okay now, chérie." He kissed your forehead. "I really need to mark you and I'll feel happier to do it as Chat anyway, so..." He lifted one shoulder and turned to Plagg, who was lying down on top of a pillow. "Plagg? Would you mind?"
The kwami's ears perked up and he took off, flying on top of your heads. "Finally remembered me, huh?"
Adrien poked his tummy with his index finger. "I know you want this as much as I do."
Plagg tsked and swatted his hand away with his tail. "Do you want to transform or not?"
With one of the corners of his mouth curled in a smile, the blonde pulled away from you. "Transform me!"
You put a hand over your eyes as a bright green light filled the room. Being this close to the transformation made your whole body shiver, and you felt the hairs on your arms stand up.
You took your palm off your face and saw half-lidded green eyes gazing at you with a hint of mischief in them.
"Are you ready, princess?" Chat asked. "Because it's my turn now."
You smiled and exposed your neck to him. "Show me, kitty cat."
"With pleasure." He leaned forward, making you lie down on the bed. Soon he was hovering over you, blonde locks framing his face. "Like this."
He dipped down and began to kiss your neck. You sucked a breath at the sensation. Chat was composed at first, but you realized it was all a façade. His touch started to get more intense and his kisses were verging on desperation. When you thought he'd lose himself completely, he paused for a brief moment and only then continued, his touch more tender.
"You don't have to hold back," you said. He pulled back to look down at you, his hooded eyes gazing into your own. You cupped his face. "Let go."
He glanced at your parted lips. "Are you sure?"
You raised your head and captured his lips in a kiss. Yes, I'm completely sure. He let out a deep sigh, closing his eyes as he did, and kissed you back with force. It was like your words had set something free inside him.
"Je t'aime," he whispered against your mouth. " Je t'aime tellement."
Your eyes rolled inside of your head as you entered a state of pure elation. You could feel all his affection and love coming from him in waves. They washed over you and warmed and calmed your heart at the same time. If you could see your auras, you'd expect to see them intertwined, merging with each other.
You pulled back from him enough to whisper, "I love you too. All of you."
A delicious purr vibrated in his chest. "I was so mad," he bit your jaw, your neck, any expanse of skin his mouth could have access. "So frustrated to see that guy touching you and know that I could do nothing about it."
It took you a moment to understand who he was referring to. "Julien?" You breathed out.
A low sound came from his throat. A warning. "I don't want to hear you say another's man name right now."
You licked your lips and held his gaze. "Then stop me."
You didn't have to say it twice.
You lost track of time for a moment. Every time you tried to go back to the surface and clear your head, Chat pulled you under a sea of bliss again and you forgot everything but the feeling of his skin against yours.
"I can't." His hips met yours again and your eyes fluttered closed. The stimulation was too much. "I can't do it again, Chat."
"I know you can, my love." Chat whispered in your ear as his hands gripped your waist. "Do it for me. Sing for me."
His lips captured yours as he brought his hips upwards, filling you completely and making you tremble on his lap. You gripped his shoulders as you felt your toes curling. A loud cry left your lips when your climax finally hit you. It was getting stronger with each time. Chat held you close as your body slumped against his.
"See? You're so good to me, princess." He muttered as he left open-mouthed kisses along your shoulder. "So good."
Your body relaxed, turning into mush as his hands took care of you once again.
"We should go eat something." You rolled on your back, watching the sunset cast long shadows inside the dim lit room.
"I have a whole meal right here." Adrien pulled you close to his body until his chest was pressed against your back, his bare skin warm against yours.
You turned back enough to throw him a leveled look, but your face was heating up at his words. "I'm serious."
He kissed the base of your neck, which was probably dotted with hickeys. "I already called the kitchen and ordered some food. It should be arriving soon."
"Good—" You let out a yawn and snuggled closer to him. Tiredness was about to take over your body. Maybe you wouldn't even be able to wait for the food to arrive. What a pity.
"Oh, c'mon, love. You can't be quitting now." Adrien peppered your shoulder blades with kisses. "Not when we finally have all the time in the world. No ring to bother us."
You chuckled lowly, feeling your eyes closing. "You're insatiable, model boy." You heard him sigh loudly as your body relaxed against his. "Just a few minutes."
You were almost sleeping when you heard a small, lethargic voice chime in.
"Go easy on her, tiger."
"Plagg," Adrien's voice rumbled in his chest. "Go eat your goddamn cheese."
Whispered words reached your ears. You turned to your other side and felt something was missing. Your eyes fluttered open as you searched the bed with your hand. It was still warm, but empty. Adrien?
A cold breeze entered the room, moving the curtains, and a shiver went down your arms. You sat up with difficulty, your body protesting. You might have overdone it with the fun yesterday. Not that you regretted it.
"I think I've found it."
You froze when you heard the words.
"I think I can finally put all this behind me now."
It was Adrien's voice, no doubt. But... You glanced to the side and saw Plagg snoring softly, sprawled on your pillow. But who was he talking with?
You were about to get up from the bed when the blonde spoke again.
"I wish you could've met her, mom."
You froze on the spot. Mom?
The wind blew again and moved the curtains, allowing you to get a glimpse of Adrien sitting on a stretched bed outside, looking at the night sky.
"You'd like her. She has the same light you had in you..." A pause, and then quiet words reach your ears again. "I hope you're happy, wherever you are."
You felt something inside your chest squeeze almost painfully. You just wanted to go there and hug him, but the moment seemed so intimate, a glimpse of a part of him you weren't allowed to see yet. It felt wrong to interrupt.
"He always does that."
You looked down and saw Plagg gazing at you, eyes barely open.
"Don't worry too much," the kwami murmured.
You slowly lay down and Plagg shuffled closer to you. You expected to hear Adrien's voice again, but only the distant ocean waves disrupted the silence.
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You heard a click and groaned, putting your arm over your face. "Stop."
Adrien laughed. "Why? You're gorgeous."
You fought the smile that wanted to curl your lips. "I've lost count of how many photos you took of me already."
The framed bed had a perfect view of the beach. It was your last day in Mauritius before you had to go back to Paris later in the afternoon, so you were enjoying the place while you still could.
"What can I do? You inspire me." The blonde took your arm away from your face before giving you a chaste kiss on the lips.
You couldn't help but smile now. "Does that mean I'm your muse?"
He kissed your forehead. "You always were, my love."
"Ugh, I'm going to throw up." Plagg groaned from the other side of the bed, where he was sunbathing. You thought the kwami was dozing off, but you had discovered he was a master of pretending he was asleep.
"You're just jealous, Plagg," Adrien said and kissed your nose this time. You scrunched up your face, a giggle escaping your lips.
The kwami huffed, rolling on his back.
Adrien lay down next to you and held his phone up, the frontal camera turned in your direction. "C'mon, just one more."
You posed for the selfie with him, even though you knew he was lying when he said 'just one more'. You didn't mind it.
The blonde finally put the phone away, satisfied. He chuckled and buried his face in your neck, kissing the spot under your jaw as his arms circled around you. You passed a hand through his blonde locks, careful not to disrupt his messy bun, and let out a happy sigh. It was like you both were emitting an aura of pure contentment around you. You wished you could stay like this forever, with your muse on a faraway island, with no complications, no Hawkmoth. But you knew that wasn't possible, at least for now.
"Was I too rough yesterday?" Adrien touched a sensitive spot on your neck.
The rest of your body was sore and there were hickeys dotting your skin, especially on your neck and inner thighs. You traced a red nail mark on his shoulder that continued down his back; he wasn't looking much better.
You hummed. "I enjoyed it."
He took a deep breath, and you felt the air hit your skin when he released it. "How can it be possible to love someone so much?"
You kissed the top of his head. "I'm still trying to figure that out myself."
Plagg groaned again and you both laughed.
You pushed a loose lock of hair behind his ear. "But you need to stop buying me so many things." He looked up at you with tentative eyes. "All I want is for you to trust me and be honest with me. I won't run away," you touched his chest in the spot his heart was. "From whatever you have here."
"I'll do my best." He grabbed your hand and kissed your knuckles.
You smiled. "You don't have to be afraid to tell me anything. I love all of you, kitty."
He groaned, burying his face into your neck again. "Don't do this to me. We won't be able to swim more if you keep this up." He undulated his hips against yours and you gasped, trying to push him back by the shoulders.
"We're out in the open." You hissed.
"That didn't stop you at the dinner two days ago," he murmured against your skin, leaving kisses along your neck. "Or in the pool this morning. Or the—"
"Adrien." You warned, but your voice sounded weak even to your ears. The desire in his voice was making your head spin. And if he insisted, just a bit more, you wouldn't be able to resist him.
"Alright, fine." He sighed and it turned into a yawn. You couldn't help but mimic him as he brought you close to his chest. You had barely slept last night, as Adrien affirmed over and over again his love to you.
You stayed in each other's arms, lulled by the constant sound of the ocean. You thanked the cool breeze that passed by, ruffling the white cloth that surrounded the framed bed. Without it, the heat that rose from the sand would make it impossible to be comfortable near another human being.
"There isn't a single day that I don't thank the universe for letting me meet you, love." You heard Adrien's sleepy voice rumbling in his chest.
"I wish we could've met sooner," you muttered, thinking about how much he had suffered. Would you have been able to save him from that pain?
"Maybe now is the right time. Maybe we weren't prepared back then." He caressed your back. "'Meet me in the middle of your story when the soul is worn but wise.'"
You glanced up at him. "Did you just come up that?"
"I wanted to say yes, but I read it somewhere," he said, making you let out a quiet laugh.
A moment of silence passed before he spoke again. "Are you really going to leave in July?" His words were barely a whisper, almost being carried away by the wind.
"I..." The words got caught in your throat. The image of him looking at the night sky, talking to the stars, came back to you. You didn't want to leave him. He was your muse, your home. But everywhere you looked, you couldn't find an answer, a path that let you remain with him. You kissed his chest, pushing the creeping fear back into the depths of your mind. "We'll find a way."
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A/N: Woo, so this is the end of this big ass chapter. I already started working on the next one. What will happen next? Only time will tell :)
"Meet me in the middle of your story when the soul is worn but wise" is a quote by Angie Weiland-Crosby. I really hold it dear to my heart, so I had to include it in the story.