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Adrien was bored.
The past few days, weeks if he thought about it, had been a constant, never ending cycle of going somewhere, doing something that could have not necessarily required his presence, waiting and leaving. Photoshoots consisted of a lot of waiting, sitting down as steady as he could while people did his makeup, fixed his clothes, and then the pictures would not take more than five minutes by themselves. School was well, sitting down almost by definition.
As much as he loved chatting with his friends, while Madame Bustier didn't really mind it as long as they didn't distract the class and had their work done by the end of the day, Mendeleiev has a strict no-talking policy that applied to anything that wasn't directly related to her lesson. Since the amount of time the woman would be spending as their substitute teacher while Mme. Bustier was on maternity leave didn't seem to be going half as fast as he'd like it to, even school was starting to turn lowkey boring.
School and boring were two words he had not expected to ever be using in the same sentence.
It was bad. Really bad.
Even more discouraged at the atrocity of a lifetime the level of boredom he was experiencing on his way to the third photoshoot of the week, he knew he had to think of something.
How were his friends coping with the sleeping pills that Mendeleiev's classes were and still managed to have enough life in them to smile and joke around as lively as ever. Granted, they didn't have half as many activities on their agendas as he did, but how was Marinette still alive and bright and bubbly after helping at the bakery on a daily basis? How was Nino still finding joy in his music after helping Alya's parents at home? How was Alya keeping up with the little articles she was writing here and there for local newspapers?
At least she has the Ladyblog to distract her, he thought, nearly dozing off at the boredom filling his senses much to Plagg's amusement inside his left pocket.
He opened the car's window, and an idea hit him, as refreshing as the cool breeze streaming directly on his face.
The Ladyblog.
As busy as it kept Alya, she always looked brighter after posting a video, or a particularly long analysis about the most recent Ladynoir fanfiction she read. Actually, those seemed to be the ones she loved the most.
If he was very honest with himself, he had actually kind of enjoyed reading some of them. He wasn't going to admit it out loud though, not with the memory of Plagg's cackling when the Kwami discovered the existence of AdriChat fanfics. Apparently, that was a fairly more popular pairing than he expected.
His mind started working finally, his thoughts almost aching with speed.
I have a blog too.
One of the few social media that still remained untouched by his father's PR executives was his Tumblr blog. He had opened it years ago, even before he got his miraculous, one night he spent browsing anime analysis. Over the years, he had built a decent community on there, even interacting with the Ladyblog for random comments on posts here and there. Well, it was pretty common. It was fun, having a secret identity apart from being Chat NOir or Adrien, yet still interacting with his friends.
He hadn't checked it in months, now that he was thinking.
The first post that appeared on his dash was, of course, a Ladyblog post.
"Hi guys! This August, instead of AUgust, I was thinking we could switch the event to *drum roll* Angst August! To start off, what do you think of a tag game? To start off, let's have @running-on-coffee-and-despair, @sugarspiceanrelentessdespise, @rouge-as-the-sky and @catgotyourtongue!
First of all, he could not believe Chloe, of all people, was getting tagged in fanfiction events; he was one of the few people she had entrusted with the state secret that was her URL.
Second, he was just now realizing how incredibly fun of a coincidence his URL had turned out to be.
And third, this was the opportunity of a lifetime.
It was exactly what he was looking for.
He opened a new tab, fresh for a quick drabble. He was practically playing with fire by that point; it was one thing for media to find out he was a huge geek but RPF... That was another thing. By all the comments Alya sometimes got, he could tell it was a complicate subject. Even more complicate if it was him he was going to write about.
Before that, he made his first post in weeks.
"As you might have seen already, I was tagged by the awesome @ladyblogger for Angst August! So, to start off nicely (and since life has the creative side of my brain pretty much dry), send me an ask, give me a hero and I'll write you a tragedy!"
His phone awaited in his pocket as he prepared himself for the photoshoot.
By the time he was back, he had at least five asks, all with the same prompt.
Chat Noir.
This was going to be fun.
A few minutes later, his screen read a hundred new words. A hundred and four, to be exact.
Quoting one of the many asks, it read a paragraph.
The wind flowed through his hair as the night sky sparkled with the shine of a thousand diamonds under the sunlight, the bright city below drowning out any hint of his muffled sorrow.
Life just wasn’t the same without her smile by his side, the bedazzling charm having long been replaced by a frown that turned into a pained expression with every short-lived defeat. Every day that went by made him wonder, reconsider over and over again
Where did I go wrong? Where did I fail?
Chat was simply willing to give everything until his last breath, for her, and her only.
Why was making his life sound tragic far more refreshing than anything he had ever tried?
Plagg's snickers could wait for later. Adrien was decided on keeping on this newly discovered paradise as his lifeline.