hey!! so a lot of you were asking about the day and night universe and how stuff works there and i tried to think of something less half-assed and seriously thought this through. and i would like to warn you if you were expecting some kind of science related explanation or something cries i deeply apologize
Adrien Agreste has always worked to keep a schedule. Even when he is late, it’s planned, he has a reason, he is prepared.
Just once, Adrien Agreste was nearly too late. Just once, Chat Noir was completely unprepared.
Running, leaping, falling, and praying, Chat Noir flips over a building turret, hoping, needing to not be too late. The people of Paris see a black blur streaking towards the Notre Dame, or they would have were they not fleeing in fear, away from the vaunted cathedral.
He’s opposite the Notre Dame, the only thing in his way the glittering Seine. Most days, he would be fascinated with its beauty. Today, all he can focus on is the whirl of reds and blacks and purples, clashing in a horrible dance atop one of Paris’ most coveted tourist spots.
Just for a moment, the dance slows. Just for a moment, Adrien sees his ethereal Ladybug.
Bruises of every color litter her skin, her flashy crimson suit worse for the wear. There’s blood flowing from her left ear and Adrien feels a fury rise in him, realizing how close Hawkmoth was to stealing the Ladybug Paris treasured. With the fury comes a crushing sense of guilt. Here a villain with aspirations of world domination, a man who craved nothing but the downfall of the admired teen superheroes, a monster, had been planning his great finale.
And, where was Adrien?
In Spain, on vacation, enjoying Nathalie’s lilted Spanish and the cacophonous streets of Madrid.
He had been taking a jovial stroll in the Plaza Mayor while Ladybug, sweet Ladybug, was calling out to him, asking for help from her other half, trusting him to be there.
Adrien remembered, seeing her face plastered across an LED screen, “Una tragedia en Francia.” A tragedy in France.
He had run. Ran and leaped and fallen and prayed.
Please. Please let me not be too late.
Now, Chat Noir zeroes in on his partner, using his baton to leap the Seine and skirting up the side of the Notre Dame with ease, landing a flying kick to Hawk Moth’s chest as the corrupt Miraculous holder gets a little too close to Ladybug for his liking.
With the villain busy reeling, he whips towards his beloved where she’s frozen, startled. Then she’s moving, but not in a good way. Up close, he can see it’s much worse than he’s thought originally. She’s bruised, bloody, and beaten, and she’s tired. He can see in those beautiful blues how exhausted she is, having to transform and release over and over and over again. Over and over with no one to help her. Because he wasn’t there.
She moves, and Adrien watches as Paris’ femme fatal collapses on herself, fatigued muscles finally giving out. No doubt, she’d been running on adrenaline for quite some time now, and he was her relief. The energy she had been forced to maintain drained out of her and then she was falling, but this time, he was there to catch her.
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he repeats it like a mantra into her hair as he holds her to him as gently as possible, “I wasn’t even here, wasn’t here to support you, to fight with you, to protect you when you needed it most, I’m-”
“Shh, kitty, don’t apologize.”
The world around them is burning but she is calm and collected. She is a hero.
“But I have to. I wasn’t here, Ladybug, and now look at you, you’re hurt, you’re-”
She cuts him off a second time, and this time she’s smiling. Her lip is split and there’s a scratch across her cheek but she’s smiling.
“Listen to me,” her hands come up to cup his face, “This is not your fault. Okay? It’s not. There is no way you could have known, Chat Noir. I was just lucky enough to be around.”
She laughs then, rusty and mingled with a cough, but there’s love and trust and happiness in it and Adrien kind of really wants to cry. The sky is blue, the birds are singing, and there’s a final showdown taking place on the Notre Dame. Just a few miles away, civilians are enjoying the Louvre without much cause for distress. But to Chat Noir and Ladybug, their whole world is this ancient Gothic cathedral. Everything ends here. The big boss battle, as Nino would call it. Except this is real life and they don’t respawn if they die.
“It’s going to be okay, kitty. I know what’s going to happen, what you have to do, she told me, Tikki told me. It won’t be easy, but you’re going to do it Chat Noir. Paris needs you to. I need you to. I believe in you.”
It’s fond and confusing, but then Ladybug is closing her eyes and Adrien feels the panic rising in his throat. No, no, no, not her, not her-
There’s a soft glow at her feet, and Adrien watches, unable to move, as Ladybug becomes Marinette Dupain-Cheng. A small part of him is glad, glad its her, he had begun to see the signs and hoped against all hope it was her. Wonderful, clumsy, kind-hearted Marinette, with a penchant for sass, though only around his alter ego. There had been something so Ladybug about her, and as he had become closer to her as both Adrien and Chat Noir, he had become almost certain.
Now, Chat Noir wishes it wasn’t her. Wishes it wasn’t Marinette’s body he was holding in his arms. The panic consumes him until his ear flutters, and he hears the telltale thump of her heartbeat, and relief slackens his body. His attention is taken by a weak squeaking by his ear, and he turns to see a wide-eyed, beat up looking, crimson Plagg. Marinette’s kwami. Before he can speak, she’s cutting him off. In a different situation he’d laugh at how alike both kwami and holder were.
“There isn’t time to explain, but Marinette most likely told you something. Her body can’t take another transformation, but I have just enough energy left for one more. You need to let me into your Miraculous. I know it sounds crazy, but this is what Chat Noir and Ladybug were meant for. This is the power of the two most powerful Miraculouses.”
It’s a lot to take in and Adrien honestly doesn’t understand, but he nods, setting his shoulders. He will avenge Marinette, and he will beat Hawk Moth. For the both of them. For the world.
He holds his ring hand out to the tired kwami, who takes a deep breath before diving head on, into his ring. For a moment, she simply disappears. Then Adrien feels it, the soft tingling and a buildup of, of something, a feeling. His suit begins to change, ebony fading to a pretty violet, golden whorls interspersed evenly. He feels his claws grow sharper, metallic gold, and gauntlets rise to encase his forearms. His baton alters as well, the ends tapering off to a point. At his hip, rests a yo-yo, similar to the one his partner is famous for.
As the transformation completes, Adrien recognizes the emotion welling within him. Protectiveness. Ladybug is creation, Chat Noir is destruction. Together, they are protection from all evils that threaten the people they love.
Light glints off the tip of his gauntlet as Adrien Agreste storms towards the moth who flew too close to the light, eyes blazing gold.
author’s note - so while i do think it’s probably going to be mari who does the whole chat noir/ladybug combination jazz and i love that, i think it would work really well for adrien too? we’ve seen the lengths he has gone to to protect ladybug(he died for goodness’ sake) and i thought it would be interesting to write! thanks for reading :)
gimme a plot where … basically, muse a is this corrupted soul, always drinking too much, getting too high, they can barely function and muse b is basically their saving grace, always coming through in the middle of the night after a drunken phone call asking for a ride home. and muse b only does this because they’re a good person at heart, but they can’t deny that muse a’s actions actually disgusts them. but they’ve known each other for too long and muse b always promised they’d never let muse a down, because they know they’re the only thing that’s STABLE in their life. and this has become their routine, muse a texting/calling muse b when something goes wrong and muse b coming around to rescue them. there’s not much to their friendship beside that, these days, because muse a doesn’t really acknowledge them otherwise. and muse b just settles with the fact that they’re being used, but they can’t bear to leave muse a alone, knowing that they probably wouldn’t survive without them … but then ONE NIGHT, when muse b is carrying muse a into bed, tucking them in like they usually do and they’re about ready to say goodnight until muse a, who is completely out of their mind intoxicated, mumbles something barely audible that sounds a lot like ‘i love you.’ muse b thinks to brush it off, until muse a continues professing all these FEELINGS like ‘i really fucking love you, please, don’t leave me tonight’ and muse b is just STUCK. because muse a is so badfor them but museb is the only good thing in their life … so they stay.
These are all inspired from things I’ve either experienced or witnessed during my first two years at college.
We’re in the same class and our professor always writes insanely hard tests. I don’t care how hot you are, the only textbook in the library is mine!
I got my days mixed up and went to class an hour early. Then, I accidentally walked in on your class and interrupted your super important presentation. I’m incredibly sorry and tried to apologize after your class let out.
My drunk friend pounded on your door, screaming for his roommates to let him in thinking it was his room. I was the one dragging him back and–oh god, he just puked on your shoes! I’m so sorry!
My friends and I decided to go climbing the trees around campus. At night. They thought I left early, but I got stuck and please, please help… you’re the first person I’ve seen in hours and I really hate heights now.
What the fuck are you doing in my seat? It’s three weeks into class, I know you know that’s my seat, you sat behind me– oh shit, you’re hot.
You borrowed my favorite pen last class and never gave it back. I want my damn pen back, you bastard.
We randomly got paired up for beer pong at a party and holy shit, we’re amazing. Beer pong partners for life?
What the hell are you cooking– it’s 3 in the morning and people down the hall are gagging from the smell of chili peppers and death. Go to Taco Bell like a normal person!
I went out for a walk and saw you kicking a bike angrily. Someone locked their chain around your bike? Uh, this is kinda random, but I have a hacksaw in my room. If you’d like to borrow it, feel free.
We’re both on the same sports team and I’m the only one qualified as an EMT. Look, I’m sorry, but you’ve definitely got a concussion! If you’d stop trying to make a break for the field, I’d stop sitting on you. In the mean time, put this ice pack on your head.
Thank you, random person from the lounge above us! I totally forgot that the crit range is 16-20, not 18. You just saved us from a TPK. Hey, do you wanna join our campaign, we literally just started.
I’m trying to study for my first big exam and you’re that asshole in the lounge with the guitar. If you play wonder wall one more time, I’m going to break your guitar over your head, you douchey hipster.
I’m a barista at the campus coffee shop and you’re sitting in front of the fire extinguisher. Can you toss it to me? The coffee machine’s on fire again. Nah, don’t worry, this happens a lot.
I was leading a tour of campus for prospective students and you hit me with your goddamn longboard. I swear to god, if i didn’t have to be polite, I’d fucking beat you into the pavement, but hang on… you’re actually really sorry about it. Why do you have Hello Kitty bandaids in your backpack..?
We’ve never met before but we share a mutual friend who wanted to go see a musical. The musical was shit, but we all went on a late night adventure and wow, you’re actually really cool to talk to. Holy shit, it’s 6 am.
My friends and I are pulling an all-nighter in the library and we just stocked up on snacks. You’re at the study table next to us and look super dead and stressed– do you want my extra Red Bull?
You’re some kind of super genius, we get it. Now quit flying your goddamn drone around campus or I’ll knock it out of the sky with my frisbee.
We’re on the same intramural sports team and our team is literally the worst– you and I are carrying the team and we bitch about it after games.
My audition for the top wind ensemble is tomorrow and I don’t care if I have to strangle you with your own bow, I /need/ this practice room.
Of all the things you decided to steal from the dining hall, why a pineapple?
I’m on the girls water polo team and so are you… even though you’re obviously a dude. How is this a thing? Oh yeah, Title IX.
I’m babysitting my friend at a party and you’re one of the frat guys hosting it. For some reason, when you get drunk you start quoting Beowulf and old black and white films. It’s actually kind of adorable, even if you are a total dude-bro.
My friend took me to a house party and now everyone’s drunk as fuck. I wanted to use the bathroom, but I walked in on you stealing all of their toilet paper. What the hell?
We’re both super drunk and stumbling back to our dorms from a party–AND HOLY SHIT THATS A COP JUST ACT NATURAL. FUCKING SHIT HUGGING A SIGN POST ISN’T NATURAL.
It’s Halloween and we’re both chilling on the quad, checking out girls. Damn, that’s a very creative slutty ninja.
I got out of my night lab class and I just saw you chasing after a stray cat, screaming “KITTY.” Okay then…
ok but give me a thread where muse a and muse b grew up together. like they were little kids ( i’m talking seven or eight years old ), muse b moved into the house next to muse a and they became best friends almost immediately. and they were super duper close, even going as far as going to prom together because they were both single at the time. they were the ones that everyone wanted to be together, or actually thought already were. and after graduation, they went off to seperate colleges. muse a ended up returning home after college, while muse b went off to the big city to achieve their dreams or whatever BUT now muse b has moved back to town and is reuniting with muse a and they’re both realizing their feelings for each other???? *infomercial voice* BUT WAIT THERE’S MORE!! optional: muse a already has a boyfriend/girlfriend/husband/wife/fiance/e and their relationship with muse b is putting tension on that relationship so they’re pretty much left with the choice between them or muse b