Sinful stuff starts with ✫, ends with ✫.

Saturday morning was rough. I was exhausted from the previous night, and could briefly recall stumbling home, making curfew by a matter of minutes. "Marinette, get up! No sleeping in until five in the evening again!" Mom called, almost literally throwing my door open. It slammed on the ground, right as my mother popped her head through the gap.

"Marinette, are you up yet?" She demanded.

"Yeah." I said, tipping my head upside down to look at the woman.

"Good. Why don't you come work a shift in the bakery?" Mom asked.

"I'm okay." I yawned.

"It wasn't a question." She said, turning and leaving.

So I spent the remainder of my day working in the bakery, churning out sweets and ringing up orders.

With the sunrise and with the sundown. That was our time policy. So, as the sun took it's leave, I finally got to close up shop and rush up to my room. My phone lit up with text messages from Chat, signifying missed messages. Most of them were curious if I was alive, but some asked meeting times. I rushed to respond, dressing hastily. "Mom! I'm going out!" I called, skipping over the bottom rungs.

A muffled response came, but I was gone, running full boar to Love Lock. When I reached the bridge, I scanned it, rejoicing when I found the familiar blonde mop that belonged to Chat. Deciding to stroll in subtly,  I tapped Chat's shoulder lightly, waiting for him to turn. With a smile plastered on his face, he turned around. It took a split second for the look to fall before it came back with less force. "Oh, hi, Mar-Miss!" He said.

"Hello." I responded, smiling.

"I think you've got the wrong person. I was waiting for someone else." He said politely.

"What do you me-" I started, tapping my mask. Except my mask wasn't there.

"Oh, crap, yes, sorry, wrong person." I said sheepishly, sprinting off.

I'd forgotten my mask! After a brief explanation to my mother ("I forgot something!" "What did you forget?" "Nothing!"), and a quick change of clothes, I was sprinting off again.

"Chat Noir! I am so sorry, I was busy!" I cried, ramming into said person.

"Hey, it's okay." Chat smiled.

We engaged in meaningless banter, talking about our days. The challenge was to find out something the other person wanted for Christmas. "What do you want for Christmas?" I asked.

"Nothing." Chat shrugged.

"You must want something." I insisted.

"Well, there is this one thing..." Chat said, thoughtful.

"Pray tell." I said.

"The newest Justin Beiber Album!" Chat exclaimed.

"Now I'm not one to judge, but seriously, Chat? I mean, his newer music's okay, but.... really?" I couldn't tell if he was serious or not.

"No! Of course not!" He said, laughing.

I shook my head. "That was not a good prank." I said.

"But seriously, I don't want or need anything. Just... get creative." Chat smiled.

"Alright." I said with a sigh.

"So, what does m'lady want?" Chat asked, leaning forwards.

"Nothing." I said smugly.

"Are you one hundred percent sure?" Chat asked, a smirk playing on his lips.

His lips... Nope, nope, nope. I thought, getting sidetracked. "Yes!" I squeaked.

"Okay." Chat shrugged nonchalantly.

"What are you planning?" I asked, looking his up and down.

"Oh, nothing. Ta-ta, Ladybug." Chat smiled, prancing off.

Well, more like stalking away, but I like to imagine the stupid cat pranced.

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The next day, Sunday, I spent in search of a present for Chat. There was only one thing I could think of, and I bought it quickly, getting it wrapped with fancy bows and black wrapping paper, stamped with bright green paw prints. Stowing it away, I departed my home once more, going to meet Chat. "M'lady." He said, grabbing my hand to kiss.

"Whoa, stop." I joked, pulling my hand back.

With a smile, Chat stood up. We locked our arms together, making our way down the road. "What's up today?" Chat asked.

"Christmas present shopping." I said smugly.

"Oh, you did not." Chat accused.

"Maybe I did, maybe I didn't." I shrugged.

"Ladybug!" Chat whined.

"You'll just have to wait and see. Now," I said, checking for messages. "Our challenge is to share something extremely personal. Of the other person's asking." I read.

I did not like this. Not one bit. Chat had stopped, staring at me. "Can I go first?" Chat asked.

Fuck. I thought, already knowing what he was going to ask about. "Okay. Can we get somewhere to sit first, though?" I asked.

Chat nodded, falling silent as we made our way to the park. When we arrived, we sat down on an empty bench. I didn't have to wait for Chat to shoot out his question. "Let me finish first, don't say anything." Chat said, getting a nod from me.

"A few days ago, I came up to you, and you looked sad, and you started saying something like "Pi-". It sounded like a name. Then, we went to the park and you started crying, and I feel like the two things are connected. I mean, if you'd rather not talk about, that's fine, too." Chat assured me.

I started with a sigh. "Well, this is a long story."

"I've got time." Chat replied with a smile.

"Since it's so long, can you answer first?" I tried.

"Okay."

"What's your family like?"

"Mom disappeared seven, eight months ago, dad was neglectful a-hole, now he is a stranger who is nice to me."

"O-oh. Um..."

"That's fine. You go!" Chat said, bouncing up and down.

"Okay. So, last year, I met this guy. His name was Pierre-" Chat raised an eyebrow - "-I know, I know. And he was really nice. But he was like the king of the grade, so I didn't understand why he singled me out specifically. But he would always make time to talk to me, say hi, gave me a..." I paused, choking on my words.

"...Christmas... present. So of course, I developed feelings for him. 'Cause which hormonal straight teen girl doesn't fall for the nice, cool guy? Anyways, he asks me out one day." At this part, I turn to look at Chat, a pout on his face.

"Don't worry, Kitty, Pierre is long gone now- okay, anyways. We go out, right, and it's fun. Dinner, movie, y'know. So then we have this "we like each other and go on dates together but we're not quite bf slash gf yet" thing going on. And then-"

"How far did you go with this guy?" Chat asked, squinting.

"I never kissed him. Oh, yeah, Kitty got dibs all over Ladybub's kissies." I said at his dumbfounded expression.

"Wait-"

"Alright,  anyways. So one day, we got to the point where we needed to have that "talk". We get into it, decided we're dating. And serious, cause at this point it's been like four months. That's about how serious it gets. Anywho, he decides he wants to meet up. In the same. fucking. park." I said, starting to shake with anger.

"LB, it's okay. Calm down." Chat said, putting a hand on my shoulder.

I looked up at his eyes and felt calm, knowing that my story wasn't going to affect how he saw me. "Alright. Thanks. At this point, I'm attached. I can't let him go. That swing set I asked to not sit on, that was the one we used. The thing was, we were just talking. No one knew aside from our parents, and we were going to go "public" the next day. As I left, I saw Pierre stay behind. that's the other thing; he never walked me home, no matter what. But back to the story: So I'm gonna leave, when I realize that "Oh! My shoe lace is undone!". So I bend over to fix it. But I'm just so goddamn elated that people can see that I captured Pierre! And that Pierre was mine!" I said, singing in a sappy voice.

"So I sit down to just daydream when -oh! I hear voices, and Pierre's laugh. I lean over to see Pierre and Tikki." At this point, I looked down.

Chat gripped my hand. "And there they are, Pierre holding her in his lap. He never did that with me. But then it gets worse- Pierre starts kissing Tikki. And not your average little peck. No, no. this was full-out. Tongue down her throat. She was squirming. She didn't want that. So I step a little into the open, shocked. But then I watch Pierre grope my best friend. And she clearly communicated she didn't want that. So I yell out to him, and Tikki looks up, surprised. She runs off, frightened. I walk straight up to this asshole, poke him in the chest, and he slaps me across the face." Angry, hot tears welled in my eyes.

"Ladybug, you can stop if you want." Chat prodded softly.

"No, no. You deserve to know. And then, I can't stop there, can I? So I try to strike him. He grabs my wrist and hits me again." Tears slid down my nose, landing in the space between Chat and I.

"Before you know it, the pervert has his hands on my sides, sliding up my shirt. So I kick him in the groin. He backs off, grabs me by the shoulders, and throws me at the ground. Called me trash. Spat on me, too. Right here." I said, pointing to my forehead.

"LB-"

"And then he kicked me a couple times to make sure I stayed down. And then he ran off. He moved a month later." I said, nodding.

Chat's face was a mask of pure shock. I waited, tears sliding down my cheeks as I struggled not to sob. "Yep." I nodded.

"Ladybug, I'm sorry- I didn't know." Chat tried.

"How could you know? You're the first person who I've told that to." I said, shrugging.

"Ladybug, I can't understa-"

"No. You can't. What's your point?" I asked bitterly.

"I'm trying to!"

"Well, don't! You don't need to! What, do you actually think that any of this matters after December thirty-first? It's redundant! It doesn't matter! This doesn't matter! You don't matter!" I said, voice raised.

"I... don't matter?" Chat asked, eyes hurt.

But I was a terrible person, and terrible people hurt pure people. And I hurt everyone. I should stopped there, turned around. Apologized. But I didn't, of course I didn't. "Not after the next 20 days!"

"You know what, Ladybug? I don't need another person telling me I don't matter. I have more than enough of that. And guess what! You matter a little too much! Maybe you shouldn't go into people's lives, make a mark, and then hurt them. 'Cause so far, that's all you seem to be doing!" Chat said, standing and turning away.

"You don't even know me!" I called to his retreating form.

"Thank goodness for that!" He said over his shoulder.

I ran home again. But for once after hanging out with Chat, I wasn't smiling.

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