Music glossary:

Syncopation:

A disturbance or interruption of the regular flow of rhythm

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Ignoring Ladybug's and his friends' frantic shouting, Adrien sprinted towards the villain with only a vague and most likely very, very stupid plan.

Whether or not it was the intrinsic bond between the cat and ladybug miraculouses that compelled him to do so, he couldn't say, and at this point, he didn't care. All Adrien knew was that he couldn't let anything else harm Ladybug. At this moment, absolutely nothing was more important than keeping his other half, his partner, his Lady, safe.

Nothing else mattered; not even himself.

Upon reaching the monster he stood in front of it and yelled, "Hey, did you know that Chloe actually has a boyfriend?"

That certainly got Reaver's attention. He stopped in his tracks and bellowed, "She WHAT?!"

"I bet he thinks you're jealous of him!" Adrien continued his ruse. "Did he whisk her away from you right under your nose, big guy? Boy, that's gotta suck!" He could have sworn he saw Reaver's eye twitch, and he had to suppress a chortle. "He probably thinks you'll never find out who he is, or that he lives in an apartment by the Seine because you're dumb as rocks!"

Reaver sputtered, enraged, "Why, that son of a— I'll rip him apart!! I'll show him! He shouldn't have messed with me!!" In a huff he spun around and ran towards the Seine river with a new (yet vague and questionable) goal in mind.

Adrien quirked a triumphant grin, turning his head to give a quick wink at Ladybug (who was staring at him slack-jawed like he'd grown a second head, along with Nino and Alya), then followed behind Reaver. He could hear Ladybug clamoring and demanding that the couple allow her to stand up and run after him, but thankfully to no avail.

Once he was far away enough from his friends that they couldn't see him anymore, he sneaked into an empty building, its inhabitants having already evacuated to one of the nearby akuma shelters.

He transformed into Chat Noir and quickly dialed Hawkmoth's number on his staff's communicator. He struggled to keep his anger in check while it rang, trying to figure out what he would say.

Hawkmoth's face finally appeared on the screen.

"What the hell are you doing?!" Chat yelled urgently, manners and decorum tossed out the window instantly.

"What I'm supposed to be doing. Unlike yourself," Hawkmoth snorted loftily. "You had so many opportunities to take Ladybug's miraculous just now and yet you didn't. What's the matter with you, Adrien?"

"W-what's the matter with me?!" Chat stammered. "Your akuma is out of control! He's more violent than any others we've ever had! You can't do this, you have to call him off!"

Hawkmoth scoffed in annoyance, clearly already fed up with this conversation. "I'm only doing what I must to achieve our goals. Goals which you clearly seem to have forgotten. You shouldn't have any sympathy for that two-faced sham pretending to be a hero. All of this wouldn't have to happen if she'd just give us the damn earrings."

Chat recalled the conversation he and Ladybug had had a few weeks prior, while they were dancing at the akuma's ball.

"I'm not just holding on to my miraculous to spite you and Hawkmoth, or because I'd rather keep my superpowers instead of helping you guys. I'm it. Using a miraculous for personal gain always ends in tragedy. Always. I know you have no reason to trust me or believe me, but what would I gain by lying to you?"

Chat bit his lip, bracing himself for his following question. "But Father, what if there's a good reason she can't give them to us? What if we really aren't meant to use both the cat and ladybug miraculous together?"

Hawkmoth pinched the bridge of his nose, sighing exasperatedly. "I see she's attempted to deceive you and play you for a fool. Don't fall for that delilah's sugar-coated words and pretty face, Adrien. Even if whatever lies she told you were true, it still doesn't amount to the destruction she's inflicted on Paris throughout all these years due to her infuriating stubbornness. This fight could have been over long ago, and yet she continues to allow all of Paris to suffer for her pride and arrogance."

Shelving aside the accusation of Ladybug being the source of Paris' misery for a later discussion, Chat insisted, "But this time you've gone too far. You're going to kill her!!"

"Good. You might actually manage to collect her earrings if she's a motionless corpse!" Hawkmoth spat, disgusted.

Chat's eyes grew wide and he gasped sharply, blood running cold. This couldn't really be his father talking, could it? Had he any love or compassion left in his soul? Was this another effect of his miraculous; was misusing the power of empathy rendering him unable to actually feel it anymore? What could this mean for Hawkmoth and his powers? Was he losing his control over his abilities and that's why the akuma had become so ferocious recently, almost feral? Countless questions swirled around in his head, heart racing at the implications.

"I... You..." Chat stuttered incredulously, clenching his fists, claws painfully digging into his palms.

Fighting a sudden bout of nausea, Chat struggled to formulate any kind of coherent sentence. But how could he, when his mind was reeling at his sudden realization? That this was not the man he'd grown up with and loved.

While Gabriel hadn't ever really been an outwardly doting or affectionate parent, Adrien had good memories of a caring father who loved him; one who had read to him as a child, played the piano with him, and had laughed with while playing trivia games. And while during the last few years he'd become more cold, unrepentant, and spiteful year after year, Adrien would never have suspected that he'd spiraled so out of control and deteriorated into such a ruthless and uncaring person.

Dismayed, he asked almost in a whisper, "Father... What's happened to you?"

Hawkmoth snarled with a glower, "If this is how it's going to be, then I have nothing more to say to you. Just stay out of my way." He huffed, then added, "You always were a disappointment." He then hung up without another word.

Chat couldn't help but sit in silence, trying to blink back tears and calm his heart, which felt like it had just been rent into a thousand pieces. He didn't know what to think or how to feel. This wasn't how families were supposed to treat each other. Especially when there were only two of them left. Or three, if you included his mother.

His stomach dropped. Oh, God... What would Mom think? She'd be coming back to an insecure and troubled son and a husband who had become a cold-blooded husk of the man he used to be. Would she even want to be brought back to life if it was only to suffer?

His thoughts were interrupted by what sounded like a bus being thrown against a building, followed by the akuma's enraged roars.

Chat cursed under his breath and stood. He'd allow himself to mourn later. Right now he had an urgent task: to stop his father from destroying Paris.

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"If you were actually a nice guy, you wouldn't be hounding Chloe and trying to pressure her into a relationship just because you think you deserve it," Chat barked irritably at the akuma, who was stuck in the middle of the Seine hanging with one arm from Chat's staff, which extended from one end of the edge to the other. "Leave Miss Bourgeois alone and stop being such a persistent douchebag," Chat scolded, rubbing his sore muscles as he walked towards the discarded rugby ball off to the side.

The akuma grumbled and grunted as he floundered around in the water, holding onto the thin staff with great difficulty.

"Don't worry, it'll all be over soon and you can go home. Or better yet, go apologize," Chat said, turning around to head back to where he'd left Ladybug and the others.

"Hey, you can't just leave me here!" Reaver howled.

Chat looked back at him, giving him a cheeky smirk. "Watch me," he quipped, then dashed away to a string of curses and incoherent shouting.

Shortly after, Chat arrived back at the street where his friends were located. He took a deep calming breath and, scooping up the stray Lucky Charm on the way, carefully approached the group, who was still huddled around Ladybug. She looked exhausted, breaths ragged, beads of sweat trickling down her face, as if she'd been trying to get up the whole time he'd been gone only to be held back by his friends. The idea caused a shiver creep up his spine, and the dusty air became harder to breathe.

Nino caught sight of him first. A strangled whine escaped his throat, and he frantically attempted to squeak out, "It's C-Cha-...!" Having failed at formulating basic speech, he poked Alya's shoulder to get her attention instead.

The latter's eyes widened in terror, but she quickly composed herself and darted in front of Ladybug getting into a protective stance, courage largely fueled by adrenaline. Nino followed suit, crouching by the superheroine's legs, halfway blocking her with his body.

"Don't you dare come any closer!" Alya snarled, voice dripping with venom. "Haven't you caused enough trouble?!"

Despite the numerous powers and abilities the cat miraculous bestowed upon him, the sight of a fierce and tenacious Alya terrified him. His countenance fell, hands nervously fidgeting with the rugby ball. He tried to think of a way to appease her and assure them he meant no harm, but was coming up short.

Before he could open his mouth, however, they were both shocked to hear Ladybug speak. "Alya, it's okay."

Alya's jaw dropped in astonishment, having never seen them have any interaction that wasn't hostile. But after a few seconds she hesitantly stepped aside, allowing Chat to walk past her.

Chat slowly knelt down by Ladybug's side, offering her a tiny, penitent smile. "Hey."

Ladybug smiled brightly in return. "Hi," she said, chuckling lightly. "You came," she breathed.

Chat felt his chest flutter at the thought of her being happy to see him. Still a bundle of nerves, he sputtered, "H-how are y- uhh... Are you oka- um..."

"I'm alright, Chat," she answered him reassuringly, touching his forearm. Her brows became knitted and she asked quietly, "B-but did you happen to see a young man, the supermodel Adrien Agreste? He's my- I mean, he's their friend," she corrected hastily. "He ran after the akuma. And I'm worri- uh, we're - worried about him."

"I did," he replied, touched by her concern even now, and still protecting the nature of their relationship from anyone else who might overhear. "He's fine."

Ladybug's shoulders relaxed a bit and a small breath escaped her, a relieved smile replacing tightly pursed lips.

Chat fiddled anxiously with the hem of his cowl. "I, um..." he stammered, then reached into his pocket. "I have something of yours," he said finally as he brought out her yo-yo and offered it to her. "Also this," he nodded towards the polka-dotted bottle of oil, holding it up with his tail.

"Thank you," she replied, voice full of warmth. With a hint of shyness she asked, "Um... I might need a little help, if you don't mind." She extended her hand towards him tentatively.

"Oh! O-of course," he said. He took hold of the rugby ball and ripped it open, freeing the blackened butterfly within. Then he draped Ladybug's arm around his shoulders, supporting her waist with his other arm, and helped her to stand up. She hissed in discomfort, Chat's own pained expression mirroring hers. Handing her the Lucky Charm, she took it and laboriously threw it up in the air.

"MIRACULOUS LADYBUG!" she croaked rather than shouted.

Ladybug had never been as happy to see the swarms of tiny magical ladybugs as she was now. They sparkled and swirled around them, removing injuries and setting everything back as it should be. Ladybug's strength and energy returned and Nino could now stand without aid.

Next Ladybug purified the corrupted akuma, giving it a small wave as it flew off.

Everything was back to normal... and yet everything had completely changed.

Still in a half embrace, Chat and Ladybug turned their heads to look back at each other, faces almost touching, and if Chat didn't know better, he'd say she was looking at him with a fondness he'd never felt from her before. Eyelashes fluttering slowly, her eyes seemed bluer and more vibrant than even the brightest of skies; a hint of red dusted her freckled cheeks and her rosy pink lips looked tantalizingly soft, almost inviting.

"Um..." they heard Nino say hesitantly.

In a flash the pair pulled apart, chuckling awkwardly and wearing matching blushes, nonchalantly dusting off and smoothing out their suits despite no more dirt being present.

Nino continued, "What do you guys think happened to Adrien?"

"He's probably on his way back," Alya said, shrugging.

A loud yet familiar beeping suddenly rang through the air. Ladybug habitually raised her hand to touch her earring, knowing her time was up.

Apprehensively walking up to Alya and Nino, she nervously twirled the ends of her hair and said, "When Adrien comes back, will you– um... Will you please tell him that I really appreciate what he did? The way that he– I mean, he was amazi- uhh! That is, he was very..." She took a deep breath to try to get her stuttering under control and tried again, "I-it was very brave of him," she finished lamely, her face almost as red as her suit.

Alya nodded with a smile. "Sure thing, LB."

Thanking her and giving them one last goodbye, Ladybug turned around and was surprised to see that Chat was just as flushed as she was for some reason. He rubbed the back of his neck nervously, averting his eyes to look anywhere else but at her.

Gathering up her nerve, she approached him and cleared her throat slightly. "Shall we?" she asked amiably, slipping her hand into his. Chat's eyes widened, flicking up to meet hers. His face turned an even deeper shade of crimson, but managed to nod in reply. They headed off together, and Ladybug could have sworn she heard an awed Nino quietly mutter, "Dude..." as they leaped onto the rooftops.

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They stopped once they had traveled few streets down to a quieter neighborhood. Chat began to pace back and forth, arms tightly crossed and tail whipping back and forth agitatedly, still avoiding her gaze.

Is he angry? Ladybug fretted. Despite being short on time, she decided to give him a few moments to work out whatever was going on inside his head.

The telltale beeps rang again, more urgently this time. Only 2 dots left.

The earrings had first begun to beep as she lay helpless next to Alya and Nino. She'd practically resigned herself to the fact that they'd be forced to find out who she was, putting them both in extreme danger. To say that she'd been terrified would be a massive understatement.

And then Chat Noir showed up against all odds. Even though she'd had no reason to believe he would help her, inexplicably, deep down, part of her had faith that he would. She wasn't sure about his reasons or if anything had happened between him and his father, but she was grateful that luck had been on her side during this battle, despite having gotten closer to death than she ever had before.

She chewed on her lip as she recalled the amount of pain her body felt, how close she'd been to despairing and yet somehow managing to keep it together for Alya and Nino's sake. She would surely have some nightmares about it for a while. But if this experience helped her and Chat begin to solidify a friendship and started her on the path to rescue him from Hawkmoth, then it would have all been worth it. He was worth it. She wasn't going to give up on him, not ever. He needed her just as much as she needed him.

Finally Chat spun around and approached her but stopped short just beyond arm's length, almost as if he was afraid of her. He opened his mouth to speak yet couldn't force anything out, and despite him trying to hold himself together she noticed his fists shaking at his sides. She could sense the significant inner turmoil he was experiencing, tormented by too many conflicting thoughts. He was so hesitant and anxious, Ladybug wondered if he thought she was upset at him for not turning up to the akuma attack earlier than he had.

Wanting to help or offer whatever comfort she could, she stepped closer, looking up at him to see if he approved of her proximity. Not sensing any resistance, she gently took one of his hands, slowly stroking the back with her thumb. Finally he looked at her, eyes shining, struggling to keep his composure.

Unable to hold back any longer, he surged forward and wrapped his arms around her, pulling her body flush against his into a bone-crushing hug.

"Ladybug," he uttered, his voice almost a whisper. She could feel his arms trembling. "I'm sorry. I'm so, so sorry."

"Chat..." she returned his embrace, stunned by his apology.

"You almost– I thought you were..." he trailed off, unable to say the word.

She squeezed him back firmly and reassured him, "But I'm fine now, it's okay. I'm okay." She rested her head on his shoulder. "Chat, you saved me."

Hearing this only made him choke back a sob, a shudder racking his entire body. After a few ragged breaths, he murmured, "I should have been there. I always should have been. All these years you've needed me and I was never there for you. I fought against you, made your life a living hell along with Hawkmoth, and yet somehow you don't absolutely loathe me? Why?!"

She pulled away to hold his face in her hands, lightly sliding her fingers across it to wipe his tear-streaked cheeks.

Looking him in the eyes, she stated definitively, "Kitty, I could never hate you. I care about you. You've been in a bad situation all these years with no one to help you either. But we're in this together now. And I'd like us to finally be friends, if you'll allow it."

Chats mouth quirked into a tiny smile and hummed out a small chuckle. "Does this mean that you really forgive me?" he asked hopefully, knitting his eyebrows, eyes glimmering with hope.

Ladybug tilted her head in endearment and smiled back brightly. "Of course," she replied, struggling to resist a strong urge to snuggle up to him and cuddle all his doubts away.

Covering her smaller hands with his, Chat breathed out something between a relieved sigh and a laugh, squeezing his eyes shut to try to prevent even more tears from falling. Hands still trembling, he whispered absently, "How are you real...? Why are you so good to me?"