glass shards ⟩ miraculous ladybug ✔️

f o u r t e e n

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🐱 POV

Adrien couldn't move.

A individual 19 (maybe 20, he wasn't sure and he hasn't asked.) year old boy found out two well hidden secret identities and he hasn't ever seen him in Paris at all for that long.

Adrien couldn't speak.

Maybe it was true, he was oblivious. But he didn't know that he was so oblivious that someone with such a sexy English accent find out before him in a time span in (possibly) under a week.

Adrien couldn't breathe.

This boy with grey eyes looked so peaceful, while the model with green eyes was freaking out, trying his best not to scream "WHAT?!"s and "HOW?!"s and his perfect-shitty-amber-hair and his stupid perfect-gray-blue-eyes.

Oscar quirked a mischievous eyebrow. "What?" he challenged since he didn't reply back. "Listen, Monsieur, every quote on quote 'perfect' person has their secrets. Including me. I've been called perfect and charming before, you're not the only one."

"That makes it no better." Adrien fumed, clenching his fists. "How did you find out?"

He ignored him, which made him fume even more. Was he really just going to pack his things and leave so quickly? No. Not on his watch.

"Listen, pal." he nearly growled, but tried to stay as casual as he could. "I don't know who you think you are, but you have no right to find out any of my secrets by watching me!"

Oscar smirked, before lightly patting the model's shoulder with his gadgets in his briefcase-like-bag in his dominant hand. "I don't need a label, now, do I?" he said with such softness that he could barely hear him. "But fine. Like I said before, name's Oscar Blanchet. Older brother to famous English model Olive Blanchet, or as everyone calls her, Spork. Not sure where it came from, but sure. I'm a 19 year old senior with a love for photography, and also with such a sharp eye. I notice the little things, Chaton." he slid his hand off his shoulder, his smirk not phased. "See you at school, or even maybe your next photo shoot." Then, just like that, he was gone. Zero. Zip. Zilch. Nada. It was like he had disappeared into thin air.

He failed.

He had failed to keep his secret. 

Did that mean he had to return his miraculous now?

Well, he told Marinette and she swore not to tell. He just hoped Oscar was the same.

All he had to do was not let Ladybug find out.

Once he ran through his bedroom door, he instantly leaped into his chair and it skidded back towards his computer.

He was about to search up Oscar's sister. If he found his sister, he could learn about him.

"What are you doing?" Plagg asked, kind of. He didn't really care.

"Did you not hear what Oscar said?" he muttered angrily, smashing on the enter key then slouching down, trying not to get too angry so an akuma doesn't come for him.

"I don't know and I don't care. I was passed out in your bag." he flew down by the computer's keyboard and laid on his back.

"Black, Blen. Blan- Blanchet!" he was looking through the list of model's last names until he finally found Oscar's last name. He glared down at his kwami, "Oscar knew who I was and he knew who Ladybug was and I'm kind of freaking out right now."

"Oh whatever— wait, WHA—"

🐞 POV

"I don't know, Tikki, what did you think?"

"In my opinion, Oscar seemed like quite the gentleman."

"There was something off about him, no boy is perfect without a little secret, or even major. Take Adrien for example."

Tikki flitted. "I guess you're right, but what could be possibly be hiding?"

She shrugged, continuing to sketch a jacket design that was designed to be Chat Noir themed. She was currently trying to figure out what Oscar could've possibly said to Adrien to get him all jumpy and freaked out. He was freaked out by every little noise and was in a rush to get home. When she asked what was wrong, all he said was "Oscar!" before he retreated off in his house.

Oscar was such a nice guy, but people like that always have something to hide. For all she knew, he was new to Paris and just moved from somewhere in the United Kingdom, you could tell by his accent. And again, he could even be Hawkmoth, or even working for him by now.

Then again, she shouldn't think too much into it. 

He maybe just accidentally said something that edged him off.

That was probably it.

🌑 POV (Oscar)

"WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU LAUGHING AT?!"

"Y- You're face!" the man couldn't stop laughing at Oscar, who's hair was currently soaked from a prank he had just pulled on him. "I'm sorry, Ossy, but what did you expect me to do? You know I'm a prankster."

"Shut your mouth before I shut it for you." he challenged, parting his hair so that he could actually see. He just burst out laughing, as if that was going to scare him.

"I'm still surprised that you just went up to your precious Adrikins and told him you knew he was Chat Noir so quickly." the amber eyed boy had a basketball in his hand, which he tossed flawlessly in the hoop. He stood at a height of nearly six foot two, which meant that he nearly towered over Oscar, but he was tall too, so it would never cease.

He shrugged as the basketball bounced into his hands, and leaped, tossing it into the hoop, barely missing. "As much as an idiot Adrien is, he's not a complete dumbass. He does have some good qualities as well." he tossed the ball back over to his friend. "Yet, he is totally oblivious that his best friend is also his girlfriend, but who can blame him? He's hopelessly in love with Marinette, so he is too blinded by love to see what is right in front of him."

"You mean how you were back in grade school?" the black haired boy snickered, covering his mouth with his hand.

Oscar blushed furiously. "THAT WAS A ONE TIME THING! I WAS YOUNG AND STUPID SO DON'T GET COCKY!!" he glared at him for a few moments before finally calming himself down. "Besides, Noah, I doubt that she remembers me, from that big title she owns now."

"Ah, yes." he aimed the ball toward the hoop and threw it, but missed. He looked softly at his friend. "The famous Chloe Bourgeois. But surely she should remember you, she showed you her Mr. Cuddly." he snickered again. "Nobody forgets a childhood friend, do they?"

The photographer's face saddened before he looked down again. "Maybe it's best they forget who I am. I was such an idiot back then."

"You also were supes ugly, bro."

"HEY SHUT UP IT WAS JUST A MINDLESS PHASE!"

"HAHA YEAH RIGHT MR. TWINKLY TOES!"

Oscar didn't want Adrien to remember him. Not now, not ever.

But who wouldn't want a famous model to remember him?