#Adrien has his amuk because i said so

[sizzleissues]

Hello I wrote this in ten tired minutes. Content warning. I think I’m going to write an Adrien is traumatised fic one day.

Adrien bends back, his knees skidding along the dais, stopping in a heap at the other end. Pain shoots up his legs like firecrackers, bursting through the cacophony of noise in his head. In glimpses he catches sparks of red, purple and scarlet, before the noise swallows it up. Deafening quiet, mollifying screams. Voices screech in his ears but silence tears through his brain. It contradicts itself. 

It is all. So it becomes nothing.

Adrien takes a sliver of a breath, twisting his clunky body to face the battle. Ladybug misses again with her yo-yo, a piece of the wall coming off in a spiked chunk. Monarch laughs, marching forward and grabbing the child by her neck. He throws Ladybug away like she weighs less than a paperweight. Pink bubbles envelop her as she falls and Adrien looks away. He would not learn her identity through seeing her rag dolled body.

Instead he watches Monarch, his father, stride toward his mothers cocoon. His staff clicks along the ground, trailing his son's blood. He’s his son. His blood. Monarch caresses his mother’s cheek whispering something he cannot hear. Then he holds out his hand and reforms the ladybug miraculous into a set of twin rings. Ones he thinks destroyed but instead rest in his son’s breast pocket.

He’s his son. His pocket.

Monarch slips then on and wastes no time in transforming. No time to check behind his back. No time to turn. No time to look. 

Ladybug appears with a spiked chunk of the wall in her hands and spears it through Monarch’s body. His father’s body. His father doesn’t scream, a simple sigh leaving his throat before blood spills out after it. His transformation fails. Ladybug drops the spike and picks the rings off his body.

Adrien avoids her face. She doesn’t look at him. She tosses him the ring and through sheer dumb luck it lands within reach. They transform in silence.

She ties the body’s hands together, barely shaking. The body won’t remain dead but the impact of watching it die will stick with him nonetheless. Adrien waits for her to cast the cure before attempting to move. His wounds fade to nothing as pink magic flies out from the disintegrating baseball bat.

His father stirs.

All is not well

This is directly under another warm up Drabble where Adrienette is cute and move into a shitty apartment, so huge juxtaposition there. Basically this is a, we just found out who’s Monarch and immediately confront him type situation. So I tried to show Adrien having a disconnect from the idea its his father and who his father is, and who he is. Presumably just before the opening line, Monarch stole his miraculous without even looking at who it was.