CW: mention of depression/death/unhealthy obsession/sexual desires/NONCON/angst/cursing

Summary: A Meeting of the Alternative Versions of Marinette and Adrien

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A few seconds after she left, there was a stillness to the room. Almost dreamlike. A moment later, he felt his eardrums explode. Some shithead had made the fire alarm go off. Probably that slimy Punk smoking weed in the toilets.

As he covered his ears, he noticed his fingers still being moist. My god, he'd never wash his right middle finger again!

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Still in disguise, Shadybug roamed around the city of love for a few more hours, letting her anger out on random doors, street lights and the like.
After being satisfied with the chaos she created, she let herself rest on top of the Eiffel Tower, one of the only spots, where she had friends. Birds, from Pigeons to Ravens, and another Villain, Claw Noir. The sun had begun to set, the clouds coated in that fluffy pastel pink she used to love, the city noises far away, only the glinting lights of Paris reaching her. Rooftops blending together, then disappearing behind tall trees and huge parks, only filled by a few people as tourist season was over. The cold iron she sat on calmed her down and before she drowned in the serenity of it all, she heard the familiar sound of metal clanking against the floor, wet from an afternoon rain shower.

"Hey there, cockroach.", the voice remarked teasingly. "Whatever, pussy. Sit down and shut up.", Shadybug responded.

"Bad Day?"

"Kinda. Some asshole had the balls to touch me. You know, the boyfriend of my bully?"

"Men, am I right?"

"Aren't you one as well?!"

"Didn't you just call me a pussy?!"

She let out a tired laughter.

"Should I kil him?", he asked.

"You think I ain't strong enough to do it myself?"

Silence.

"That was a rhetorical question, right?"

"That it was. How was your day?"

"I talked to my crush and got to sit next to her in class, though she hates me. Well, at least the Idiot Punk I told you about isn't getting anywhere either."

"Well, that's better than nothing. Gotta go, let's meet on Sunday again."

She stood up, and traveled to her rooftop within 5 Minutes. Taking off her clothes in front of the mirror, the bluenette noticed the bite marks left on her neck. Great, she'd have an even longer morning routine for the next two weeks. Before sleeping, she gave that qwami or whatever it was called another macaron.

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His Obsession. His Obsession was sleeping peacefully, laying there like an angel. My god, she was pretty. Maybe, if he hadn't fed the birds on top of the Tower, he could've whitnessed her changing. Too late for regrets now, though, plus he made that stupid deal with Shadybug, so he'd have to live with that for now.

Today was his lucky day. He got to talk to her, sit next to her, touch her and now watch her sleep.
The skylight door was slightly open, so he slipped into her room silently, taking her in from up close.

Her eyelashes fluttered slightly, her hair tickling her nose, arms resting on the pillow beside her head, one leg up to her stomach, the other laying straight down, her toenails were adorned with black polish and she had a tiny anklet out of silver on her right foot. He took a few photos, then took a look at her room.

Her vanity that once was pink, now painted black with a thick coat of Acryl, slightly scraped off due to daily use. They used the same eyeliner! His heart fluttered a bit, before falling into the void once again as he raised his gaze upon the corkwood board, filled with pictures. A dress she made, a picture of her mother hugging her in her childhood, before her father had left, a picture of red tulips in the park, one of Alya, when they were still friends, and finally, a recent one of her hugging Luka, smiling as he kissed the top of her head.

He ripped it off, without a second thought and vanished into the night, brewing with rage.

It wasn't his lucky day after all.