I DO NOT OWN THE FANART BELOW. MY DRAWINGS MAY NOT BE TOTAL SHIT BUT.. YEAH THEIR SHIT. 

(A/N- also, I'm thinking about writing a Nathaniel x Marc fix.. is that a terrible idea? Be honest.) 

     Adrien Agrest stared at his Kwami, and the only thing that stopped him from bursting out laughing was his expression.

     "Wait, your serious?"

     "Well kid, yea. The only problem with your fighting is that you feel punch you land and she doesn't care. That's why she keeps winning." Plagg ate more cheese as Adrien voices all the reasons that idea was just stupid.

     "But what if I end up like Mari? Not feeling anything, hurting everybody-"

     "She has hawkmoth to guide her. You have me." Plagg sat on Adriens head whilst eating cheese.

     "Oh wow, such a relief."

     "Yep."

     Adrien thought about how Plagg... actually made sense. Ofcourse, readers, WE know this is a retarded idea. But they were desperate. Ladyblanc was by far the most evil, lethal, and overall worst villain they had ever fought. She was always one step ahead, and she was more than prepared to kill. She seemed to find a thrill in it.

     Adrien squeezes his eyes shut, remembering that this was Marinette, and wondering what could possibly make her.. this. Was it him? When he said he wouldn't go out with her? Little did he know, Mari had been struggling with depression for a while now. That just pushes her over the edge. Adrien looked up.

      "Do it."

       LE TIME SKIP BROUGHT TO YOU BY OUR LITTLE TOMATOES HAIR ~Nathaniel~ ~Incase you didn't know~ ~I'm going to continue writing now~ ~bye~

      Ladyblanc clutched her head, her knees tucked into her chest. Tears threatened to spill from her eyes, but she refused to cry. She was overwhelmed with guilt and terror and shame and fear. She couldn't bare it.

     "See, Ladyblanc, this is what your puny life will feel like every day if you don't get me Chat's miraculous." Hawkmoth growled in her head. She was strong and merciless, but she still kept failing. And it was getting tiring.

     "Y-yes h-h-Hawkm-moth," she choked out, her now long and pale grey hair whipping around her face because of the wind. She was once again perched on the Eiffel Tower. And just as she said those words, she felt the beautiful numbness she refused to lose again. She stood up, about to jump off the tower to look for that bothersome cat, when a slightly familiar voice broke her concentration.

     "Oh look, we're practically twins, Mari," She turned around, her emotionless eyes landing on a chat noir look alike.

      But he was colored white.

     "Apparently, the little kitty can't get his own ideas, I see," She looked him over. "Can't say you make those purple eyes work."

     "Well, so-called bugaboo, I happen to think I look pawsatively purrific."

     "You've always thought so highly of yourself, but you've always been just the side kick!" She laughed. And laughed and laughed until suddenly her head snapped towards him. "Everyone thought so. Even little Marinette!" She whipped her yo-yo at him, surprised when he caught it.

     "You know, bugaboo, I've always thought Mari was kinda cute. If you transform back, maybe I'll go a bit easy on ya." He yanked on the yo-yo, sending her flying towards him. She smirked as she landed on top of him.

     "Didn't think that through, now didya?" She pinned him to the cold metal of the Eiffel Tower. He winked at her.

     "Maybe I did." 

     She slapped him, hard, then grabbed his hand. "Now, I can stay like this forever!" She felt the closet thing to joy she could whilst being Ladyblanc, and she eagerly reaches for Chat Blanc's ring.

     Then all her plans fell apart.

     You see, the akuma was in her earrings, the only thing besides her eyes that remained in tact. And Chat Blanc saw that.

     And just like that, Ladyblanc was a sobbing Marinette, the akuma was  destroyed by cataclysm, and Chat Blanc...

     Well. Now that he knew Mari and Ladybug were the same person, he didn't plan on letting her just go home.

    He had other plans.