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the best kind of reveal
Warning: Some gore near the end
My Dearest Marinette,
From the moment I laid eyes on you, I have loved you. I still love you even now. I love your smile, whether you laugh or smirk with a devilish idea. I love your wit, always ready with a quip. I love your tender embrace, always willing to hold me closer. I love the sparkle in your eyes, excited to learn new things. I love your sweet kiss, like breathing new life into my lungs. I love your big heart, for without your kindness I would be lost.
This hideous world is undeserving of your light. And so fate decided to play such a cruel joke. Your skin is no longer warm to the touch. Your cheeks are no longer rosy. You are without life, thanks to those vile humans. But I refuse to end here. I cannot be on this wretched earth without your love to guide me. I still need you here with me. You promised never to leave me behind. And I know how much you hate breaking your promises. And I hate to break mine. So I have decided to do the unthinkable. I will reconnect you to this world and by extension myself. I will make the ultimate sacrifice, all for you. I give you my freedom and my heart. To be fair, you had those from the very beginning. But now I will establish a new bond with you, one that ties my life to yours. It will be a contract that does not require paper or ink; only a promise.
Your skin will once again be warm. Your eyes will once again glow and shimmer. Your lips will once again whisper my name. Your soul will once again shine. But I regret to say your heart will no longer beat. You will become what have become known as the Living Dead. I just want you to remember, Marinette, that I love you. And I will use my life to protect yours, for all eternity.
Love Always, Your Chat Noir
Marinette sat at her favorite park bench under a big oak tree, sketchbook in her lap. She breathed in the fresh air, smiling contently. She took in the scenery, admiring the blue sky and warm sun. That’s when inspiration struck. Her inky blue pigtails bounced as she excitedly opened her sketchbook and began doodling a few rough outlines of her ideas. Days like these always made her feel more creative. One day, she would be a great seamstress, known all throughout Paris. Some often said she should be a pastry chef, being a baker’s daughter and all. Her skills in that area were already known. But she couldn’t see herself doing anything with her future but designing new clothes.
“Those are lovely designs,” a voice behind her suddenly commented, startling Marinette.
The designer squeaked in surprised and fell off the bench. She shut her eyes tight and instantly braced herself for the impact of the hard ground, but a pair of arms swiftly caught her by the waist. Marinette dared open one of her bluebell eyes and had to choke back a gasp as she gazed upon the most gorgeous young man she had ever laid eyes on. Marinette’s cheek turned pink as she admired his golden blonde hair, swept neatly and radiated with the glowing sun. His peridot eyes sparkled with raw emotion, seemingly staring into the depths of her heart and soul. His tanned skin complimented all of his perfect features. His smile simply stole her breath away. She flushed as his eyes continued peering into her own.
“Are you alright, miss?” the blonde beauty suddenly asked, snapping Marinette out of her trance.
“O-Oh!” she exclaimed, stuttering. “Y-yes! Yes, I am fine, th-thank you.”
“That’s good to hear,” he said with a heart-stopping smile, helping her stand upright.
Little did Marinette know that the boy was admiring her just as much. He couldn’t help but stare into her stunning bluebell eyes that practically shimmered with passion and innocence. He admired how her inky blue hair was tied up in two pigtails and how her bangs gently swayed in the breeze. Her complexion resembled porcelain, but he could tell she was nowhere near as fragile. Her very aura practically screamed resilience. He couldn’t help but approach her.
“I am sorry I scared you, miss…”
“M-Marinette. Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she greeted, with a shy smile that sent his heart soaring.
He took her delicate hand in his and lifted it up to his lips, gently laying a kiss on it. The blunette’s cheeks turned red and her body stiffened, not quite used this kind of attention for strangers, especially beautiful young men that could be mistaken for a demigod. The young man sent her a sweet smile and the upturn of her lips was almost instantaneous.
“Marinette,” he said, testing in on his tongue. The way he said it made Marinette flush once again. “A lovely name. Ah, where are my manners? My name is…Adrien. Adrien Agreste; pleased to make your acquaintance.” Still holding her hand in his, his touch warm, he bent at the waist, presenting her with a gentlemanly bow.
“Nice to m-meet you, Adrien,” Marinette responded, curtsying in return.
“Forgive me for asking, but what were you drawing?” Adrien asked curiously.
Suddenly, the blunette’s eyes sparkled enthusiastically. “Oh! I was sketching some designs for new clothes I would like to make! It has always been a passion of mine to be a seamstress.”
“That sounds fascinating. May I join you?”
“Oh, of course!”
The pair sat back down on the bench, the sun’s rays that broke through the oak tree’s leaving framing them perfectly. Marinette explained a few of the more complicated designs aspects as she drew them, Adrien listening with fascinating. But whenever she looked away from him, he would steal glances at her face was a content smile. That was how the days continued. Marinette and Adrien would meet at the same park bench at the same time. They spoke more of their hobbies and interests. They had gotten to know everything about each other. Marinette learned that Adrien loved cats. Adrien learned that Marinette’s favorite color was pink. Weeks passed as this routine never broke. One day, the blunette presented the young man with a hand-knit scarf as the fall weather rolled in. He accepted and wrapped it around his neck, effectively covering his rising blush. In return, the blonde bought the designer a bouquet of pink roses. She smiled brightly at him and told him she’d put them in a vase when she got home.
When a month had passed, Adrien decided to surprise Marinette by visiting the bakery. Her parents told her to take off and have fun, refusing all of her arguments. Adrien escorted Marinette to the table just outside the bakery, explaining he’d like to get to know her more where she felt most at home. She couldn’t help but swoon at his considerate nature. Bit by bit, she opened herself, and her heart, to Adrien. They laughed and joked. She sometimes pinched the bridge of her nose whenever he made a horrible pun. She would nudge his leg under the table when he was particularly bad with his jokes, offering her own quips.
Time flew, and Adrien only insisted on taking Marinette to other places. He took her to a local art gallery, remembering her broad taste in painting. She always offered an intelligent and optimistic view on every piece. He took her to a fancy bistro, where he was bold enough to lay his hand over hers when she set it on the table. Marinette blushed and held his hand in hers, gently squeezing it. Of course, they always returned to their special park bench on most days. They would sent each other letters, going back and forth, divulging a few secrets they felt more comfortable sharing in their writing than in the spoken word.
Finally, as winter passed and spring bloomed, Adrien invited Marinette out again, saying he needed to tell her something important. When they walked up to the bench, the blunette was surprised when Adrien didn’t sit down, his hand still in hers. Instead, he got down on one knee in front of Marinette. As gasp emitted from her lips as she took in the sight.
“Marinette,” Adrien stated, “I needed to say this in the very place we first met; somewhere that holds great meaning to us both. I am…irrefutably, unimaginably, hopelessly in love with you.”
Marinette covered her mouth with her hand, bluebell eyes welling up with tears. “Oh, Adrien,” se whimpered, “I am in love with you too.”
The blonde suddenly stood up, his peridot lighting up. “Will you be mine, Marinette?”
“Of course I will!” she exclaimed, wrapping her arms around his neck in a joyful embrace. He returned her hug, placing his arms around her waist as he laughed gleefully.
“I promise, Marinette! I will make you the happiest girl in the world! I’ll never stray for you or even take a step away from your side. I swear it!”
“Don’t worry, Adrien. I’d never dream of leaving you behind! I promise to always be with you!”
However, fate decided to play a nasty little trick. A few days had passed since the pair officially became a couple. Adrien asked her to meet him at their little park bench. He sat there patiently, a bouquet of newly bloomed tulips in his hand. He gotten there early, so the blonde wasn’t surprised when Marinette didn’t show up exactly when he did. So he waited. But minutes turned to hours, and he began to worry. Marinette was sometimes late, but she would more often than not notify him first.
Worry festered in his head. But he was certain Marinette wasn’t the type of girl to ditch people or cheat. So he calmly resolved to visit her home, in case she might’ve been caught up in something even she hadn’t been aware of until last minute. Adrien held the bouquet tightly as he stood in front of the Dupain-Cheng residence. Marinette had mentioned that her parents were out of town delivering a special order that was too large to be done by one delivery boy. He swallowed the lump in his throat, clearing his head of any fantasies that would’ve been conjured up at being told a beautiful young woman was home alone.
When he knocked on the door, it slowly creaked open. Adrien was confused for a moment. Didn’t Marinette lock her doors? Why was it already open?
“Marinette…?” the blonde called out as he entered, taking slow steps. He cautiously looked around when the only answer was his own echo. The living area was empty. “Marinette, are you here? I’m sorry I came so unexpectedly.” Was she already gone? Did he pass her up on the street? Was she at their meeting spot?
But as he rounded into the kitchen, his blood immediately ran cold. His eyes widened and his face paled, the bouquet he held in his hand dropping to the floor. There she lay, the love of his life, in a pool of her own blood. Her bluebell eyes, so full of life and love, were now foggy and dull. Her face, once brimmed with happiness, forever etched with a fearful expression. A trail of blood trickled from the side of her pink lips, dried tear tracks staining her cheeks.
“Marinette!” he cried out and knelt at her side, tears flowing down his cheeks as he grieved, uncaring if his white trousers were stained crimson. “Who did this to you…?”
The sight would make anyone hurl. The pink dress she was wearing was splattered with heavy amounts of blood, obscuring all the cuts and gashes she must’ve sustained to be in such as start. Her right arm had been sliced clean off from just below the shoulder. It laid above her head, next to a bloodiest pair of scissors. Her left foot had been detached and a bloody knife was stabbed into the cabinet door just above it. What could’ve led a person to do something so horrific to such a kindhearted young woman?
“Who would dare do this to you?” he asked no one, a more vengeful tone overtaking his voice. Rage bubbled inside him as he stared down at his dead lover. His pupils turned into slits and the sclera turned green. His now clawed nails scraped against the wood, balling up his fists. He ground his teeth, his canines sharpening into fangs. A pair of fuzzy cat ears twitched on his head and a long tail whipped at the floor angrily.
This was the one secret he wasn’t able to tell her. Adrien was actually a demon. When he first met her, he had just come to earth looking for souls to consume. But when he first saw her, he was instantly captivated. And he fell stupidly in love with her. He gave her a fake name, but everything else had been real. He knew it was foolish for a demon to fall for a human, but he sensed she had a weirdly long life ahead of her, and he just wanted to be part of it. The infamous and cruel Chat Noir was but a mere kitten around Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
So why?! He sensed a long life ahead of her! He predicted a happy marriage with three children and a few pets. So why was she in her home, laying on the cold wooden floor, dead and dismembered like a piece of meat?! Chat cried out her name over and over, touching his forehead to her bloodied chest.
Suddenly, he jolted when he felt a pulse. Unfortunately, it wasn’t the pulse that showed signs of life. He felt the pulse of her soul. It was fighting to stay connected. He could here it call out to him. Marinette was fighting for him!
“Oh, Marinette,” Chat whispered, brushed her bangs from her face, “I will fix this. You promised to stay with me. And I won’t let death get in the way of our love.”
His resolve solidified as he found a needle and thread to use. Good thing Marinette taught him a little about sewing when she had to patch up his clothes whenever he “accidentally” torn them on a few of their dates. Chat enchanted the thread and quickly got to work, using his energy to keep her soul in her body. The demon sewed her arm and foot back on, as well as close the plethora of stab wounds she received. The wounds were now permanently sealed, with no was of detachment. However, the stitches would remain visible. Whoever did this was smart. Even he couldn’t determine the cause of death from all the injuries. Once everything was back in place, Chat dipped his finger in her blood and drew runes all around her body.
“Redde illis quae sunt amissa ad conlatione iniqua fata. Frange mortem vincula eius, et revertetur ad me (Bring back what has been lost to an unfair fate. Break the chains of death and return her to me),” he chanted, holding still of a silver light enveloped Marinette’s body.
When the light faded, Marinette’s skin once again had a healthy glow. All the blood had evaporated, even that on the scissors and knife, leaving no evidence that she had ever died. Except… Chat laid a hand over her heart, and his ears flattened when her felt no heartbeat. Suddenly, Marinette gasped, taking in a large breath. Chat instantly shot his hand away in hid his demonic features when her bluebell eyes shot open, frantically looking around.
“A-Adrien,” she stammered, her body shivering.
He pulled her in close and stroked her hair, whispering reassurances in her ear. “I am here, Marinette. You are safe with me now.”
She clutched onto the back on his shirt, burying her face in his shoulder, attempting to speak through tears and hiccups. “I…I remember getting r-ready…for our date… Th-then I was s-s-screaming and…and then I…” Her grip tightened and three words, full of fear, exited her mouth. “Am I…dead…?”
“Marinette,” Adrien said, holding her at arm’s hands, his hands firmly on her shoulders. “I have something I must tell you. And before I do, I want you to know that everything I have done…I did because I love you very much.”
Ladybug: *hits Hawkmoth* Thats for hurting the love of my life!
Hawkmoth: Who?
Chat Noir: *appears* She’s talking about me!
Chat Noir to Ladybug: Wait I’m the love of your life?
Ladybug: I don’t know I’m still angry at you.
Ok so some people were upset with Adrien calling Marinette his “fan” rather than his “friend” in Troublemaker, personally in-context I thought it was cute (we know he admires her as he’s told her so many times ( “you’re amazing Marinette! You’re super talented! You’re a hundred times better than me!” etc.), and now he’s acknowledging that she admires him too
BUT BUT BUT I found the French version, here’s what he says there:
MAN Y’ALL RIGHT THAT WAS SO MUCH CUTER ACK DED
And he’s doin’ the Soft Voice™ too ahhhh
Also unrelated to language but LOOK AT THEIR FACES
LOOOOK
they’re so in love ok good luck trying to convince me otherwise (hint: you can’t)
This scene from Scott Pilgrim Vs. The World reminded me of them sm.
If Chloe and Luka don’t meet this way then what’s the point
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OKAY OKAY LEMME BREAK THIS DOWN
So first off Marinette found out that Chat Noir likes Ladybug, which was one step closer to our love square.
While how Adrien is finding out that Marinette likes him is absolutely HORRIBLE, I won’t lie I’m disgusted that Jagged Stone did that and if Marinette causes the Akuma by standing up for herself than honey cause all the Akuma’s you want.
But, Adrien finding out Marinette likes him is another step closer to the love square, Marinette already knows and now it is his turn. Which means the final step is them finding out who’s behind the mask.
Which is when Plagg comes in
This little PLAGG has all of the power now, because he knows that Marinette is Ladybug, and will now know that Marinette likes Adrien
(Yes I know Tikki is in the same situation but she’s more respectful and will wait for it to happen naturally)
PLAGG I AM COUNTING ON YOU
Ive always had a bit of an issue with the whole “steal their miraculouses” thing in miraculous lady bug. Do you know how BATSHIT CRAZY you gotta be to rip out an earring? Especially a stud. shits hard to grab and they got backing and if the person your fighting is BATSHIT CRAZY you could rip the dang ear. “Hold my earrings bitch” is a thing for a reason. Like if hawkmoth went for a 16 year old girl with 9 inch press on nails he would’ve had those earrings first season.
“Adrien?”
The actor looked up in surprise as Ladybug landed in front of him. “What are you doing out here?”
He glanced down the street. “Trying to make a decision.”
She followed his gaze and realized the gate to the Agreste mansion was within sight. “Your father?”
He shrugged. “I have an appointment with him in fifteen minutes but I can’t decide if I’m going to keep it or not.”
“Why not?” she asked, sitting down on the bench beside him.
“I’m probably being petty, to be honest. I’m just irritated that I had to schedule an appointment to begin with.”
“Yeah, that’s…”
“Dumb,” he supplied.
“Every family is different, I suppose,” Ladybug offered.
“Is that what we are?” Adrien sighed heavily and leaned back, running his hands into his hair. “I guess I’m just wondering at one point I should give up. Twenty-four years of this feels like a lot to excuse.”
She frowned. “He’s always been like this then?”
HAPPY BIRTHDAY @edorazzi ＼(￣▽￣)／ I’ve been wanting to dabble in your lovely sandbox of mentor or twin au, either way I force this gift unto you
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kim this is the most beautiful thing in the world, oh my god, i couldn’t ask for anything more on this day of my birth
rest in goddamn pieces felix, very few things will make bridgette go for your throat but letting adrien pick up horrible language habits from you is one of them
Okay but imagine if there’s an akuma that makes adults younger like either kids or teens. And so Mari has to watch over Sabine and Tom. And is full on mom mess mode. With like a million formulas and a double stroller. And then Gabriel is an emo pre-teen that dresses in all black and wears eyeliner and Adrien is trying to still be as respectful as he can but ends up taking pics and sending them to Nathalie so they can laugh together. And pm since Hawkmoth is MIA cuz of it Nooroo is just internally screaming the whole time.
And Nathalie saves the pics and whenever Gabriel pisses her off or calls out one of her mistakes she just takes out her phone and shows him the pics without even muttering one word and he shuts up LMAO
*bad french accent* i feel….how do you say….called out.
Wait…I got them too lmaooo
I got them too…
What does this say about us? Good things, clearly.
I’m actually really happy about this results.
Since once in a blue moon I actually discover a decent rule for adulting, and since I know I have followers a few years younger than me who are just entering the workforce, I want to tell you about a very important phrase.
“I won’t be available.”
Imagine you’re at work and your boss asks you to come in on Saturday. Saturday is usually your day off–coming in Saturdays is not an obligation to keep your job. Maybe you were going to watch a movie with a friend, or maybe you were just going to lie in bed and eat ice cream for eight hours, but either way you really, really don’t want to give up your day off.
If you consider yourself a millennial you’ve probably been raised to believe you need to justify not being constantly at work. And if you’re a gen-Z kid you’re likely getting the same toxic messages that we did. So in a situation like that, you might be inclined to do one of three things:
The fact is, it doesn’t matter to your boss whether you’re having open heart surgery or watching anime in your underwear on Saturday. The only thing that affects them is the fact that you won’t be at work. So telling them why you won’t be at work only gives them reason to try and pressure you to come in anyway.
If you say “I won’t be available,” giving no further information, you’d be surprised how often that’s enough. Be polite and sympathetic in your tone, maybe even say “sorry, but I won’t be available.” But don’t make an excuse. If your boss is a professional individual, they’ll accept that as a ‘no’ and try to find someone else.
But bosses aren’t always professional. Sometimes they’re whiny little tyrants. So, what if they pressure you further? The answer is–politely and sympathetically give them no further information.
“Are you sure you’re not available?” “Sorry, but yes.”
“Why won’t you be available?” “I have a prior commitment.” (Which you do, even if it’s only to yourself.)
“What’s your prior commitment?” “Sorry, but that’s kind of personal.”
“Can you reschedule it?” “I’m afraid not. Maybe someone else can come in?”
If you don’t give them anything to work with, they can’t pressure you into going beyond your obligations as an employee. And when they realize that, they’ll also realize they have to find someone else to come in and move on.
IMPORTANT!! PLEASE READ!!
Just like with many other parts of life, learn to say ‘no’ to people. You are important. Don’t kill yourself for another person, esp. if they are your boss.
I made a human transmutation cake just to say I could.
Note: Role Reversal, Not personality swap.
Ladybug stares at the billboard from his perch on the building. A small sigh escapes his lips. “What’cha staring at, Bug?” Chat Noire steps out from the shadows, a single chime from the bell around her neck formally announcing her arrival. “Agh! Chat! You’re early!” Ladybug yelps, jumping backwards onto the roof. “It’s never to early to see you, LB.” Her eyes drift over to the poster. They are met with the face of Marinette Dupain-Cheng. “Really, Cat?” He replies with a roll of his eyes. He turns to look at her, but her eyes are focused on the poster. “You know, sometimes I wonder just how much of her is actually real.” “What do you mean?” Ladybug blinks, bright green eyes narrowing slightly. “ She’s a model from a powerful family. I wouldn’t be surprised if she faked kindness to make her family look good. Even if it wasn’t fake, something about her has to be. She never has any privacy or time to herself- No one to turn to when she wants to vent about her troubles, No freedom! And yet… She still manages to make everyone fawn over her. No one can manage all of that without lying about themselves. It’s just not possible.” Chat Noire says, running her claws through her bangs as she rests her elbows on the ledge. “She’s a genuinely kind person!” Ladybug shouts. Chat Noire blinks. “I’m not saying she’s not. But when it comes down to it, there is no way she isn’t hiding something. Besides, she isn’t very happy in this picture. Can’t you tell? Her smile doesn’t reach her eyes. I wonder what kind of dark thoughts plague her dreams.” Her eyes dim, looking at the poster and something else entirely at the same time. “Chat?” Concern laces his voice and drags her away from her thoughts. “Ah, sorry. I got a little lost in my thoughts there. maybe I’m just thinking about it too hard. Anyway, we should be going. We have a patrol to start!” She smiles widely, the lightness of it not quite reaching her eyes. With that, she races off. “… Chat Noire, what on earth goes through your head to make you of all people look like that?”
You all have permission to art or fic this- please. I want to see tiny goth rose and tall lolita Juleka. Please tag me or send me links and I will love you forever
Excuse the shitty drawings but this needed to be done
Based on this video
The Squad: Miraculous Comic Cover Collab is officially complete and the lovely @lyradaisical has compiled all the covers into a beautiful PDF file for ease of viewing!! You can find the PDF link here. (LINK)
Each episode of Miraculous Ladybug had a cover created, along with a few variant covers for fun!!
Thank you to all the amazing artists who participated! Thank you to Thomas and the team for the continued inspiration. This started off as a vague idea last July and evolved into something far beyond our expectations!
Check out all the amazing artists under the cut! (Also linked in the PDF’s Table of Contents!!)
