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Felix hated his life.
He was a prisoner caged in a concrete cell, impossible to escape. He was a prisoner at home, at school, hell even his second identity was a whole other nightmare in itself.
So yeah, Felix hated his life.
His father would train him to be exactly like him. Great. Of course, he would want him to be a perfect asshole. You must be ready to take over in my stead, as he put it. Of course, this wasn't what they both wanted.
God knows they fought.
Nights spent hating each other, and days spent ignoring one another, and it didn't need to be expressed. It was an unspoken rule. Father hated son, and son despised father.
But Felix finally poked a hole in the stubborn bubble that his father was living in. He could finally go to school like regular teens his age. That was his best, yet worst, move.
Because school was a living hell.
If his teachers were idiots, then his classmates were half-witted dunces.
Girls were idle birds to Felix, because of the way they circled around him like vultures or ran their mouths like parrots. But occasionally, there would be one who proved him wrong. One who admired him from afar, not speaking a word. But words weren't needed. One glance said enough. It was, unfortunately, more than enough. And as they passed each other in the hall they both knew they would never fit together, like two puzzle pieces, or two peas in a pod.
Because one was corrupted and the other was a facade. And hatred and innocence did not go together.
Yet, they both continued, immune to rejection, knowing fully well how it could affect people.
Felix hated his life.
Then there was the whole concept of saving the world. Going from one prison to another was his full-time job now. He was stuck with that stupid cat ring and he had no choice but to abide by its cruel rules.
He was stuck playing hero with an amateur partner, and the worst part was, that he had to serenade said partner and step down from the glory just so she could take the damned ring off of his hand.
Ladybug was her name.
She drove him crazy, but not in a romantic way.
She drove him crazy with torture.
Bridgette was a lie.
She breezed through life looking like a dream, never hinting that she actually was one. A dream that was the twisted opposite of reality...
She was faking her crush on Felix. He was an apathetic bastard.
Unfortunately, her best friend, who supported her with unconditional friendship, just so happened to be in love with Felix.
Why did it have to be Felix? He was a pompous know it all who acted all holier than thou all the time.
Alya was too good for him.
Yet, she didn't try to do anything about it. If Alya was happy staring at him, then she wouldn't try and stop her. But oh did she detest Felix with a passion. He had an easy life: friends, girls, money... he probably didn't even fathom what regular problems were.
What a pain in the ass.
Everyone treated him like royalty, but there weren't any words that could describe how she felt about him. Hate was an understatement, and foe was an understanding, but there wasn't a real word that could tell you how she felt for this guy.
Blond hair, lean figure, constant frown, he could be called depressing. Handsome was too far fetched. Her classmates were fools. Or maybe more fooled than being actual fools. But remembering a saying quoted by a wise man, she sought a better source to come to a conclusion. Who is more foolish, the fool or the fool who follows him? The former being Felix, and the latter being his fans.
Think about it.
And she did, even though she still couldn't tell the difference...but if she were to cheat, she would call Felix a bastard instead of a fool.
Yes, only then would she be pleased with her answer.
Life was a vicious cycle.
Ladybug and Chat noir's first meeting was under false pretenses.
Actually, their whole relationship was a false pretense.
You see, Chat Noir would serenade and flirt with Ladybug, while the latter rejected him and acted like she was so much better than him.
They had no clue of the other's true identity, but they didn't care. They only hoped they didn't know the other person behind their mask.
They couldn't work together. It was practically impossible. And it had almost cost them their lives too.
Ladybug would yell at Chat, Chat would then proceed to return the favor. It went on and on until Chat was begging on his knees for his ''accomplice'' to take his Miraculous off. Of course, she would always refuse, claiming that the city needed him. He would slide in a snarky remark, and she would most likely pin him down and threaten him, if not the other way around.
During fights Chat would tell Ladybug what to do so she wouldn't get herself killed, not that he actually cared...it was just for the sake of being free, and Ladybug would continuously tell him to shut up. But in the end, she really did listen to what Chat was saying and proceeded to take the credit.
It really was a miracle that they were still alive.
So yeah, Paris's heroes were really the sorest loser on earth and the most corrupted prisoner of all time.
Of course, the public had no clue.
They had no idea that Chat Noir was trapped in an endless nightmare with Ladybug, whom herself was a nightmare all on her own.
For example, on the day they went to rescue the mayor...
Two great heroes gliding across French rooftops, in a rush to save the city once more. All went well until...
"My lady, please all I am asking is for you to take off this ring-"
"Chat, for the last time! I am never taking off your ring! I need you out here on the field with me so we can stop evil."
A couple of seconds pass and Ladybug avoids eye contact. They both know she's lying.
"BULLSHIT! '' he roared. ''You and I both know that you don't care, and frankly, I don't either. So why are you doing this? Why are you torturing me like this?"
Ladybug didn't say anything for a moment, looking off into the snowy distance. Paris really was beautiful in the wintertime, but it could chill you to the bone. And unfortunately for Chat, he had a bad case of frostbite, and it was really getting to him. So instead of giving up, he kept going, pushing said problem away, pushing the frostbite to the nearest wall.
"You won't tell me why you won't take the ring off. Why won't you tell me?"
After Ladybug didn't say a word, he kept going.
"Oh, is Paris's favorite Lady hiding something?" He said in a snarky tone.
She caved in. "Whatever. I don't need to answer you. Just, let me go so we can defeat this new bad guy."
He reluctantly let her go.
"Oh and Chat?" She said, her voice filled with fake enthusiasm.
"Yes, M'Lady?" He then replied, equally sarcastic.
"Don't get in my way, or I won't hesitate to kill you."
Felix's life was a prison. But, in a way, so was Bridgette's. He just didn't know it.
They were two sides of the same coin with a very distinct dislike for each other.