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Adrien sighed as he woke up. “Another day, another catastrophe”

It’s not like every day was horrible, but everything seemed to weigh him down. School, modeling, interviews. Even being Chat Noir was draining. And that was his favorite thing. Something was seriously wrong.

“Hey, Plagg?” He yawned. Yesterday’s patrol was a long one.

“Mhm?” The little kwami groaned from his cheese cabinet. Of course Adrien was going to start a conversation the first second he woke up.

“Have you ever...felt wrong? Like nothing is comfortable?”

“No, why?” Plagg looked quizzically at his holder.

“Oh, it’s nothing, just a thought.” Adrien turned away. Great, go bury those feelings again. Disregard your mental health for the convenience of others.

Plagg stopped. Adrien had been acting odd for a few weeks now, but he hadn’t thought anything of it. But it was becoming crystal clear that, in fact, there was.

“Are you sure? What’s wrong? I know that I might not be the best kwami, but I swear that I will help any way I can.” Adrien looked about as close a boy could be to breaking. He was a glass dish, and life was a pile of boulders.

Adrien looked away as he got ready,”Well, everything is so tiring. Chat Noir doesn’t even feel right. School is exhausting, and even being with my friends is just so draining. And what’s worse is, my own name doesn’t feel right! What is wrong with me?” His throat was thick, and his eyes were red. He paused to wipe a tear off his cheek, looking at his half-dressed body in the mirror. So blocky, too broad shoulders and too big hands. Sharp angles, thin hips, and that infernal flat chest.

If only I was a girl. Adrien thought, his (her?) head turning to the side. I would be so much happier. He tensed up. Boys aren’t supposed to be girls. He’s supposed to want to be manly, and strong and masculine, right? Right? But why did that feel so wrong?

It didn’t matter. He was a boy, and always would be, and it’s not like he could do anything about it. He had to go to school.

“C’mon Plagg, let's go.” Adrien walked out of his room, out of the house, and to the car. Just another school day

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“Adrien Agreste? Adrien Agreste!”

Adrien shot up. “Here!” He’d gotten to school ten minutes ago, he should’ve been awake by then. It appeared that others had trouble sleeping, Marinette was practically a walking zombie. Or, in better words, a sitting zombie.

The class snickered. Nino looked over at him,”You good man?” Adrien tried not to wince. “You’re like, really out of it.”

“It’s fine, just didn’t sleep much last night.” Not exactly a lie, but not a truth either. But he couldn’t just say “oh yeah, I’m a superhero, Chat Noir, you might have heard of him, AND I feel wrong and why do I want to be a girl and why do I hate being a boy?” Yeah right. Nino would just laugh and think it was a joke. As much as Adrien loved his best friend, he could admit that Nino had his flaws.

“You sure dude? You seem really tired. I can take you to the nurse.” Nino looked so worried. Adrien suddenly felt bad for thinking that he would laugh. Nino is a caring and supportive friend.

“Yeah, I’m fine. Can I talk to you later though?”

“Sure bro” He flashed a lopsided grin, and turned back towards the board. Adrien smiled, and focused on what Ms. Bustier was saying. Maybe the day would turn around for the better.

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He was wrong. Oh so very, very wrong. That day would not turn around.

He got a math test back, and his grade was 89%?! Gabriel would not be happy. That, combined with the crushing dread of the upcoming photoshoot, had Adrien at his wit’s end.

Adrien usually liked photoshoots. The makeup, the posing, the fun clothes. And it made his father happy. But this one was for Gabriel’s new line of suits. Suits just emphasized his masculine figure. That didn’t make him comfortable. At all.

The rest of the school day was mundane. Adrien avoiding having to talk with Nino, science class, lunch, PE, the works. The only time that something happened was when Chloe decided to trip Alya and get her to spill her lunch all over Adrien.

The limousine ride to the shoot was terse. Adrien could barely breathe in the stagnant air. The Gorilla was blankly staring into the road, making turns when necessary. The tension was so thick, you would need an ax to cut through it.

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“Adrien! Look at me!” Vincent directed him to the next pose. They were in front of the Trocadero. The setting sun ablaze, forming the perfect backdrop for the navy blue tuxedo.

Adrien turned to look at the camera man, faking a stony, serious look for the ad. His hair mussed up just right, the pink clouds in the background, all the perfect ingredients for a perfect photoshoot.

“Adrien! More longing!” Now that was something he could do. There. Internalize those emotions. You want to be a girl, don’t you? How about that yearn for your father’s approval? Yes, Adrien would do just great.

Gabriel hummed from the tablet screen Nathalie was holding. As if there wasn’t enough pressure for Adrien to do well. Not to mention the publicity this shoot would have, and the amount of billboards pasted with a photo of him in a Gabriel Agreste brand suit. No pressure

“Alright! That is all for today! Have a great day Mr. Agreste, oh, and young Mr. Agreste too.”

The elation of being done with the shoot mixed with the disgust of being called “Mr.”, had created a disgusting hybrid-baby of emotions, like runny glue and popcorn. Adrien sighed as he sat on the upholstery of the car, the sky turning dark with no stars in sight.

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Brrring! Brrring! Brrring! Adrien woke up in a cold sweat. He checked his ringing phone to see what ungodly hour someone was calling him. 4am?! He checked the contact. “Nino :D”. Oh no.

“Nino, what’s up? Is something wrong? Do I need to come over.” Adrien’s voice was laced with anxiety. What if he was dying, what if someone got akumatized, what if-

“Adrien. I-its Alya. I woke up from a nightmare, and I looked out the window to see her kissing another man! In the middle of the night! Help, I don’t know what to do. What did I do to deserve this?! Why, why, why, why, why-” The voice over the phone was raw with tears. Nino was having a panic attack.

Adrien shot up, and started to get dressed. “Nino, I’m going to need you to stay calm.” For being just woken up, he was thinking very clearly. It must’ve been the superhero instinct. “I have an idea of what happened. Alya loves you so much, Nino. She would never cheat on you.” His brain raced, trying to think of an explanation for this. Ah!

“Nino, please stay calm. I have a vague idea, but you can’t let your emotions get the better of you.”

“Mhm” Nino gulped, trying to catch his breath.

“I think this is a ploy to get you akumatized. Think about it. Shadow Moth can create sentimonsters. This is most likely one of them.”

“What?” Pure anger was all Adrien could hear in Nino’s voice. “Why, that, that, that monster ! Does he think he can just get to me like that? How much does he hate me that he makes me just a plaything in his quest? I am not a toy! Oh, my g-” And then silence. Adrien was almost ready, stuffing a bag with some snacks, cheese, and Plagg, still dead asleep.

A deep, dark voice emitted from the phone-- and the entire city. “Citizens of Paris! I am Puppetmaster! From now on, everyone can be playthings in my dream world!” The sky turned a bright, Pixar blue, burning Adrien’s eyes. 

Oh no, not Nino. Adrien grabbed Plagg, waking the kwami, and said with a sense of urgency “Plagg, claws out!”

A long blonde ponytail with green tips, light pink lipstick, and a feminine figure in black leather stared back at Adrien. He had transformed five minutes ago, and he was still staring at himself in the mirror. No, no no no no no this cannot be happening. Tears formed in her eyes as she realized the truth. She had heard about trans people before, but never though she could be one herself.

“Merde” She whispered under her breath.What would father think? Just because he was a man in the fashion industry, didn’t mean that he was accepting. Adrien had heard her father scoffing at lesbian couples in the past, and knew how he disapproved of “that lifestyle”.

A scream came from the street, pulling her back to the present. She bolted out the window, remembering the akuma attack going on. I’ll deal with this later. I need to find Ladybug.

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“Chaton!” Ladybug’s cries could be heard from all across Paris, if there was anyone left to hear. 

Chat Noire peered over the blazing skyline, her ponytail whipping in the gusts of wind, blinding her. In the air, she noticed a skirt-like cape wrapping around her waist. Akuma, akuma, where are you? Come on out. She could see Ladybug, but there was no Nino, or Nino-like creature, in sight. She sighed. It was too late for this.

She jumped to the roof that Ladybug was catching her breath on. “Hello, M’lady, what a purr-leasure seeing you here! Excuse me, could we have a little chat?” Chat said, featuring her trademark grin.

“Not now kitty. Puppetmaster is probably using civilians as dolls. The people could get hurt in the fight! We need to figure out a way to get to him. If only we knew his identity...” Ladybug looked over her bugphone, not paying attention to the very obvious changes in Chat.

“His civilian name is Nino Lahiffe. Any idea where he is?”

“I think he has trapped Paris in a bubble of some type, and took control of everything like a child with his playset. If I were to guess, he’s in a bunker-type contraption. Any idea where one could be?”

“Not yet M’lady. Did you forget that not everyone wakes up at 4am to cope with being the best person ever? I am still waking up.” Chat took a long, drawn out yawn, her jaw almost dislocating. She sat down, curling into her own body as she rested on Ladybug’s hip. They sat there, breathing and trying to come up with a plan, Ladybug absentmindedly stroking Chat’s ponytail, pulling slight knots out of it.

Ladybug stood up, cracking her neck with a twist. “Okay kitty, let’s get to work- OH MY GOD CHATON.” She had her hand leaning to pull the latter up, but she froze. Oh right. The hair, the body, the costume. Chat hadn’t forgotten that she hadn’t presented as a girl her whole life, no way, why would you think that? She just… got comfortable. When she was with Ladybug, time slowed down. She could finally breathe.

“Oh, what is it m’lady? Can’t recognize your closest friend when she’s right beside you? I’m hurt!” Chat joked, stretching as she stood up, ignoring the panic pounding in her chest.

“Oh kitty, I could tell it was you by the horrible sense of humor.” She smiled softly before pulling her partner into a hug. “You know I will always care about you. What’s your new hero name?”

“Chat Noire, with the e added to Noire. Didn't want to change it too much, you know? Help ease the public into it.” In reality, Adrien hadn’t thought about the public at all. It’s hard to, when you’re having an identity crisis at 4 in the morning. Just the thought of her fans, in costume or not, reacting to this was enough to make her nauseous.

Ladybug smiled, unfazed by the sudden green look that her friend had. “Come on, we have to get moving,” She said, with a sense of urgency, reminding Chat of their current predicament.

“Right. Let’s go” And with that, they were off. They soared across the Paris skyline, looking around to see if any civilians were left in sight. It seemed like everyone was still asleep. Peaceful, if not for the burning sun and the tense, stressed teenagers looking for an akumatized villain.

They neared an old warehouse at the outskirts of the city when they heard it. A creaking, crunching, cracking noise, like the crushing of bones. Ladybug opted to check it out first, much to Chat’s indignance. Her partner couldn’t be hurt under her watch. This was a team mission, if they went down, they went down together. They opened the door, and entered the dank warehouse.

“Follow me.” Ladybug whispered, her voice carrying throughout the building. Chat was poised on her toes, ready to attack anyone coming for her lady. She spun her staff, briefly stopping every time she turned to Ladybug. Nothing could get past them.

Yeah, right. Adrien sighed as a long string zipped towards them, grabbing them both by the arms and tugging the duo into the darkness

“Y’know M’lady, being with you sure makes time fly. ‘Cause time flies when you’re having fun.” Ladybug smiled wryly, and then went back to figuring out what to do. They were tied up in a dark building, in the middle of the night, running on little to no sleep, trying to figure out how to stop one of the more difficult akumas they’d ever had.

A light flickered far away, and then a small lamp turned on. Illuminated by it, was Nino Or, in better words, Puppetmaster. That was not the same kind boy who offered to be friends with the new kid, who organized birthdays and made sure everyone was happy.

“I see you have fallen into my trap. Very well. Now, hand over your Miraculouses, or I’ll control the entirety of Paris, forever!” With that, Puppetmaster burst into maniacal laughter, like a SciFi mad scientist.

“Hey buddy, no need to brag. We know you had to pull a few strings to get this position, as what, French Sasori? We get it, puppets are your thing. Mine are beating up creeps who control Parisians. Let’s get on with it.” Chat Noire smirked, feeling pleased at the small pun she was able to fit in. She ripped apart the string holding them together, then stood up into the ICONIC fighting stance that Ladybug is. The latter clambered up, stumbled, and then took the same stance.

They were knocked down instantly by a huge marionette made of wood. In the split second before they crashed to the floor, Ladybug called out,” Lucky Charm!”, and a small box landed in her hands.

When they sat up, Puppetmaster distracted by the huge marionette clambering back over to him, Chat looked toward Ladybug. She was trying to open the spotted package, quietly mouthing profanities as she used all her strength to try to rip it open.

When Chat crawled over to get a better look, she almost burst out laughing. It was a pair of scissors, in the most difficult-to-open packaging to ever exist. The only thing that could open it were scissors, or a magical force that can destroy things. Luckily, they had one of the two.

She quietly whispered,” Cataclysm”, poked the packaging, and smiled up at Ladybug. The spotted girl was so shocked at how obvious the solution was, she stared slack-jawed before kissing the former on her nose.  “Thanks, Chaton. It’s nice to have a girl like you as my partner in crime.”

She stood up, and threw the scissors at Puppetmaster. They hit him on his hip, which was protected by what at first seemed to be some kind of ugly belt. As it shattered, they could tell that it was actually a cell phone, connected to his arm by a string.

He crumbled, a purple haze fading over his body. Chat ran to make sure he was okay, while Ladybug captured the akuma. The former could faintly hear a “bye bye little butterfly!” as she was making sure her friend was okay. He was slowly coming to consciousness.

“What? Ladydude? Chat Noir? What happened?”

Ladybug kneeled down,”Nino, you were an akuma victim. Are you feeling better?”

“What...what time is it?” Chat looked out the window, noticing that the sky had gotten darker again.

“It is four in the morning. We can escort you home, if you want.” Ladybug sighed as she pulled both her partner and her friend up to a standing position. “We still have a few minutes before our time runs out.”

Nino yawned, his face going slack. “That would be, that would be great. Thanks” He then fell asleep in their arms. Ladybug gave Chat a look, and they turned to leave the warehouse.

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“Wake up Nino, we’re here” Nino’s eyes opened, and he blankly walked into his bed and passed out again. Chat giggled at how tired he was. Like she wasn’t just as exhausted.

“Chaton, tomorrow, when we meet for patrol tomorrow, I think we need to talk. I can contact the girl that runs the Ladyblog, Alya, so that she can help you come out if you want to. Is that okay?” Ladybug looked over at her apprehensively.

“That’d be great Bugaboo. See you tomorrow.” With a kiss of the hand, a curtsy, and a wink, she was off into the night.

She got home, transformed, got into bed, and stared at the ceiling. So. She was trans. She pulled up her laptop, went into incognito mode, and started searching up everything she could.

She was overwhelmed by everything that she saw. Surgery, name changes, dysphoria? It was too much. She set the computer back down, and went to sleep feeling bittersweet.

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Knock knock knock . “Adrien! School is starting in thirty minutes! Get ready, you can eat in the car.” Natalie yelled from outside Adrien’s door, waking the girl. She groaned as she sat up, stretching her arms. One of the perks of late-night akumas, you have a way to spend time at night that you would be spending staring at your ceiling.

“Coming!” When did her voice start sounding that deep? Adrien vaguely thought back to what she researched the night before, and decided this must be the dreaded gender dysphoria. Great. Just what she needed on a fine Thursday morning.

She quickly tugged on some jeans, a basic tee, and a sweater-cardigan. She usually opted for a modest button up, but she was feeling ambitious. She had a right to feel pretty. Even though no one else thought so, she was going to be the most beautiful girl at school. She twirled in front of her mirror before grabbing her bag and shoving Plagg into it.

As she ran down her front steps and into the limousine, a piece of bread stuck in her mouth like an anime girl, she thought about a lot. Namely what name she should choose. There were so many, she had no idea what to pick. The first tactic should be asking her father what she would’ve been named if she was born biologically a girl. But that was quickly crossed out, as she remembered having this conversation, and the answer being “Adrienne”. Her mother was adamant about having that be her name, she recalled.

Adrien sighed. She couldn’t come out without a name, that would be absurd. What could she do in the meantime?

It was too late to think about it anymore, as they were already at the school. She hopped out of the car, and jogged over to Nino.

“Hey dude!” She smiled. Nino could always cheer her up.

“Hey Nino. Um, I was thinking, could you chill with the phrases like ‘dude’, ‘bro’, that kind of stuff around me? I wanna try out some stuff.” Adrien said, her hands shaking

“Sure d- human person! Anything else I should know?” His eyes softened, a look of sincerity on his face.

“Um, I’m not really sure right now. But I’ll tell you soon! I’m still trying to figure everything out myself,” Adrien smirked. Before Nino could process what next happened, Alya tackled him from behind, pulling him into a headlock.

“Hey nerds! Guess what I did last night!!!”

The aforementioned “nerds” spoke in unison,”Slept?”

“Wrong! Apparently, there was an akuma attack last night! I woke up because they made the entire sky go light. It was so trippy.”

“About that, Alya, that was me. Hawkmoth was getting to me, and I got akumatized.” Nino looked down, ashamed.

Alya looked worried. “Oh my god, I’m so sorry for bringing it up! I was only going to mention it because I got some videos of Ladybug and Chat!”

Adrien’s heart fluttered. Alya saw her and Ladybug? She knows that Chat Noire is trans? Oh god.

“...and they were cuddling! I couldn’t see much, but I have some photos of them curled up together on a roof. I had to leave early though, so I wouldn’t get injured as a civilian. I didn’t even get to see the battle!”

She thrust her phone at Adrien, a clear photo of Ladybug and her curled up, Ladybug looking at her with a look that Adrien couldn’t place. She would have called it love, but surely, Ladybug was straight and already had a crush on a boy.

Adrien smiled without feeling,” That’s so cute!” Nino and Alya started talking about whatever, their voices going underwater as Adrien thought back to that night. Now that she had a slight amount of sleep, she could better process all of the trans stuff she looked up.

Name changes wouldn’t be too bad, her birth name is too connected to her male persona. Surgery wouldn’t be possible until she was older, so she wasn’t going to worry about it that much. And she already has a vague grasp on dysphoria, so she isn’t as confused as she should be.

They walked to homeroom, joining up with a very late and flustered Marinette, who was still putting in her pigtails. Eventually, she gave up and left her hair down, framing her face nicely. Adrien admired how beautiful she looked. If it weren’t for Ladybug, Adrien would be head-over-heels for her. And that led her to another revelation.

I’m a lesbian . Oh god. Father would have a field trip with this.

“Huh? What did you say?” Nino looked over at her, confused. Oh crap, she said part of that  out loud. Time to cover it up!

“Oh, nothing,” She laughed anxiously,” Just thinking about what my zodiac sign is. I saw a bunch of weird stuff about them yesterday and wanted to figure out what I was. I think I’m a Libra? Or a Virgo. I’m..not quite sure.” There was a slight possibility that she might be bi or pan, so this could just be a weird metaphor. The gayest metaphor ever, but one nonetheless.

“That’s cool! I don’t know mine, but Alya says I have ‘Pisces energy’, whatever that means” He said, grinning. He pulled out his headphones and started listening to a mix of what sounded like the Peppa Pig theme song and All Star. Luckily, Ms. Bustier walked in and had him turn off the monstrosity.

“Ok class. Today we are starting our unit on heroes. You can buddy up with someone, choose a hero from all of history. It can be anyone, as long as you think of them as a hero. You will have a week to make a presentation about the person. You will need to cite your sources, and include visuals to make it nice. You can spend the rest of the day coming up with your ideas.” With that, she sat at her desk and fell asleep. She only had a few weeks left before she was leaving for maternity leave, and she had mostly been occupying their time by assigning light amounts of work.

Adrien felt a tap on her shoulder. She turned around to see a blushing Marinette.

“U-uh hey, Adreamy, I MEAN ADRIEN. Heh, um, Alya and Nino already paired up, would you like to work together? If you want to!” She started wringing her hands, looking away in a dazed fashion.

“Sure! Here, let me get my computer out, we can do some research.” Adrien smiled, letting Marinette sit next to her. She started to search for ideas, when she noticed her search history. Mainly, the fact that it wasn’t deleted. Frantically, Adrien started deleting every indication of her gender crisis.

Marinette looked over her shoulder as the last was deleted.

• French girl names

Adrien shut her laptop, smiling,” Actually, I just realized my computer is almost dead. Can we use yours?” Her mind was in a tornado, trying to set everything back to what it was. Talk about a mini panic attack, am I right?

Marinette sighed as she loosened up. She took out her school-issued tablet and opened a google doc. “Alright, who should we choose? Chat Noir and Ladybug? Or someone else? I really don’t care, anything you pick is good with me.”

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She wrung her hands before thinking. Who would be a good person to pick. She had done some more research this morning, and she was really drawn to Leelah Alcorn’s story. Such a strong her faced with horrible discrimination. May she rest in power.

“About that, I was thinking. Maybe we could do a presentation about Leelah Alcorn? She was this American transgender girl and she helped pave the way for LGBTQ+ access in the country and I think it’s really cool and now I’m rambling and now I’m going to shut up before I say anything stupid.” She covered her mouth, her face burning with a crimson blush. Marinette looked shocked at the amount that the blonde had spoken, but she quickly regained her composure.

“That’s a great idea! I read about that when she died, her story was moving! As a bisexual, I really think showing the LGBTQ heroes is important!” She smiled, apparently not noticing that she outed herself.

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“You’re bi?” Great job Adrien, now she’s going to think you’re not okay with it.

Marinette’s face went ashen. “Um, yeah. I think. I thought I was a lesbian, but apparently not so yeah. If you’re still cool with that.”

“No! I mean, yes, it’s completely fine with me. I think I might be pan or something, I haven’t really thought about it too much.” She rubbed the back of her neck, the awkward tension feeling like jello in the air.

Marinette grinned again. “Great! It’s good to know that I have a friend by my side.”

“Yeah,” Adrien smiled wistfully, “It is.”

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Adeline (given name)

Adeline is a feminine name meaning ‘noble’ or ‘nobility’. It is of French origins and is a diminutive of Adele

“It’s perfect.” Adrie- Adeline whispered within the depths of her room, in a blanket fort on her bed, listening to What’s My Name from Descendants 2 on repeat. After school that day, she had changed into pajamas and huddled with her computer, researching names.

She pulled up her phone, checking the time. 4:30. It was time for patrol with Ladybug. Adeline grabbed Plagg, transformed, and went to fly across the Paris skyline with her partner. She recalled the conversation they’d had the night before, and was anticipating what Ladybug wanted to talk about now.

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“Hey kitty, I’m going to be a bit late. My life got all messed up and damage control is a must. Patrol without me until 8:30, meet at the Eiffel.” Or not, as Ladybug’s voicemail echoed out into the chilly Parisian air.

Okay. Chat could do this on her own. It’s just looking after a whole city for a night, alone, with nothing but her thoughts to keep her company. Perfectly fine. She leapt off the current roof she was occupying, and began to scan the skyline for activity.

Eventually, after four long, excruciating hours filled with intrusive thoughts and avoiding any and all civilians, Ladybug showed. Her hair was disheveled, eyes wandering, and she was shaking horribly. Something was clearly wrong. She sounded stressed over the phone, but now she was downright paranoid.

“M’lady, what’s wrong?” Chat said, pulling the shorter girl into a tight hug. They stayed like that for a while, until Ladybug’s breathing slowed. She stood back up, took a deep breath, and spoke, her voice wavering slightly.

“Okay so I always knew I liked girls, even when I was really little. And I thought I was a lesbian for the longest time. But now there is this boy? But I don't think he might be a boy? I’m so confused because we were talking about trans icons and he reminded me of you and you’re a girl so that felt strange ‘cause apparently now every cute person is making me question my sexuality again and I had to schedule a therapy meeting but then I remembered that we were supposed to talk so then I cried for a good hour over nothing yet everything and now I’m here,” Ladybug spoke in a frantic voice before smiling and holding up a thumbs up.

Oh god.

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After a good ten minutes of calming the frantic girl down, Chat was getting more and more tired. She had run all over Paris, slowed a mental breakdown, and was in the middle of her own crisis. But they still had to talk, so Chat plowed on.

“M’lady, are you alright to talk now. You can shake your head if you can’t”

Ladybug croaked,” I’m better now. Thanks, Kitty, I really needed that. Now!” She clapped her hands,”Back to the matter at hand! Trans! Coming out to the public whenever you’re comfortable with that! How to do that! Let’s begin!” She pulled up a whiteboard app on her Bugphone and started writing a few key words, including but not limited to: Chat Noire, trans, LadyBlog, Alya, flag?, etc.

“Bugaboo, thank you for being there for me. I don’t know what I would do without you.” Adeline didn’t know what compelled her to say that, but she knew it was right.

“You’re welcome, Chaton. What are partners for?” She smiled and vaulted off the roof, flying into the skyline, Chat Noire close behind her. And for a moment, it felt like everything would be okay.

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Hey, so I know I promised not to abandon this fic. But then I fell out of the fandom hard and lost all motivation. And also I really don't like my older writing style.

So! This fic will not be updating anymore. I am really sorry about this, and for breaking a promise, but this fic has become more of a chore than a fun thing to write and I just can't keep writing something I don't like

Thanks for the journey

- Nathan