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Marinette dashed over the rooftops, basking in the glow of sunset, spinning and gliding as she went. Going out just for a leisure run was something Ladybug would never do–it was too irresponsible. But Loveybug could do whatever she wanted. She prance and twirl with the grace from ballet lessons she'd never taken, she could pause to run around and play with a sad child on the street the way Marinette would with Manon, and, like today, she could carry around confetti and pretend it was magical as she tossed it around on days where she needed a pick me up.
Marinette paused over a storefront and sprinkled some glittery confetti over the same grumpy-looking old man she'd sprinkled on several occasions before. She laughed and waved as he glared up at her, but Marinette wasn't fooled, she could see him struggling not to smile.
A little boy standing across the street squealed and clapped his hands. “Loveybug, Loveybug! Give me some too!”
Marinette raced over to him and showered him with confetti. “There you are! Now you have my ladybug luck!”
The boy's father sighed with fond exasperation. “Thank you, Loveybug.” He paused as though hesitant to say something. When a second passed, Marinette took a gander.
“Would you like some confetti too, sir?” Marinette picked up a handful from her hip pouch (a Marinette original specifically designed for confetti purposes) in anticipation.
With a look of slight embarrassment, the man nodded.
Marinette grinned. “But of course!” She granted his wish with a flourish, before resuming her run. “Have a good day, sir!”
Making the people around her smile–her people, the people of Paris–that gave her so much motivation. In some ways, Loveybug was better than Ladybug. Ladybug was always too busy getting straight from point A to point B that she never stopped to see the flowers along the way. But Loveybug was constantly stopping for the flowers–to admire them, to manage their weeds, to water them, to sow new seeds. Loveybug had Cat Walker to remind her of the path to follow, to take her hand and steer her forward. It was a relief, to have this outlet to be so carefree. There were no consequences if Loveybug draped herself over Cat Walker in interviews, no consequences if Loveybug professed cheesy sonnets of her own creation to Cat Walker as they parted after an akuma attack. No one knew Loveybug was Marinette, yes. But, more importantly, no one knew Loveybug was Ladybug.
But as much as Loveybug was freeing, Marinette found that being Loveybug could be…unexpectedly tiring. She loved spreading happiness, she did. But she forgot that energy it took to spread it. To give more and more of herself to it. She gave, but never received it in return, not in the same way, at least. Cat Walker was supportive, but professional, and discussion of their personal issues were at a minimum. Who was there when Loveybug was having a bad day, but smiled and laughed like it was any other day?
She never realized how lonely Loveybug could be.
And maybe, so wrapped up in loneliness, she could spot it with ease in others. Marinette saw the sadness in Adrien's eyes mere hours ago. He had to turn down a hangout because of Chinese lessons and piano practice. He had smiled and assured her that it was alright–that he would join them another time, but Marinette knew better. Marinette could see the tightness in his eyes as he tried to smile her worry away.
With Adrien in her thoughts, Marinette found that she subconsciously ended up jumping towards Adrien's mansion.
And maybe her thoughts called to Adrien, because as she approached, she spotted the subject of her thoughts gazing out of his window. Up high, away from prying eyes, he was free to look out to the world in candor. It simply broke Marinette's heart to see a look of misery on his face. A small smile played across Marinette's lips. Exhaustion momentarily forgotten, she was absolutely sure she had a little more to give today.
She lowered herself in front of his window, and Adrien jumped in surprise.
“L-Loveybug?”
Loveybug beamed at him. “Adrien Agreste?” She reached into her pouch. “Would you like some confetti?”
