"Marinette, don't do this," he cried out, holding her wrist tightly as he shook his head. "I won't let you."

The girl in red took a deep breath and exclaimed, "Adrien, you know I have to."

He broke down in quiet sobs, kneeling in front of the heroine. His tight grip on her almost faltered, as she knelt down to meet his eyes.

"We are heroes of this city, Adrien," Marinette said. "It is our duty to sacrifice our lives for the people of Paris, most especially for the people we love."

"Fuck, Marinette," Adrien almost yelled. "I do not care about Paris anymore! If it's going to put your life in danger, then I'd personally be the one to throw your Miraculous away. I've already let go of mine to be with you. Let someone else do it. We could run away and never look back. Just stay with me."

She stood up, shaking her head. "You know I can't do that, Adrien. I am Ladybug, and you are Chat Noir, even though you've given up your power. Have you forgotten the responsibility we both have to these people?"

"If... If Hawkmoth wants me in exchange for their freedom," she continued, not even a single twitch in her eye. "Should I even think twice about going with him?"

The boy quickly rose up and shouted, "Think twice? Marinette, do you even hear what you're saying?! I love you. God, I love you so much, so much. Do you even care?"

He was crying in front of her, Adrien Agreste was crying in front of her. The boy she loved was crying in front of her, pleading to her not to feed herself to the darkness's plans. His heart was aching because he knew that at this moment, he was losing her to someone he could never conquer — her burning heroic bravery.

"Adrien," she started out, lifting her hand to touch his face.

He turned his green eyes towards hers, hoping that he could change her mind. "Please, Marinette. Don't"

If anything, he wished that he was strong enough to hold her back, to hold the two of them together — but he wasn't, so he let her go.  

"It's going to be alright," she replied with a small smile, and then she took off.

Adrien watched her leap from roof to roof in utter despair. There was nothing he could do to stop her. She was too good, too brave, too righteous to stay for him.

For the first time, he lost his battle in love. It was either him, or the people of Paris, and that's what she chose.

lazy attempt to make angst. okay, explanation time!

i guess here adrien gave away his miraculous already. he couldn't bear to be chat anymore, since well, in this au, he seems to be a bit more selfish, and wants marinette to run away with him, while marinette would want to stay to do her responsibility.

is it just me, or i find it hot damn sexy when i imagine adrien saying fuck? ah, typing it makes me squeal

p.s: red, the color of desiiiiire; black, the color of despaiiiiiir