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adrien agreste / chat noir × fem! reader ( Chapter 01 )

tw: a little dark-ish, mention of child akumatizatiom, mention of child murder.

NIGHT SPIRIT ( CHAPTER 01 )

　　[YOUR NAME ー LAST NAME] WAS ALWAYS A OVERLY CAUTIOUS PERSON. With her being a woman, she was exposed to the danger of the streets since young age. Thankfully, she had her Aunt to warn her all about it and advice her on how to keep herself safe. Don't go near dark alleys, always walk in a crowded place, never walk alone at night ( or day ) and absolutely never, ever, leave home without a charged phone, the speed dials clearly and always on display for fast access.

However, Aunt Cosette never adviced her on what to do when you're about to get akumatized. [Name] didn't know much about those evil little parasites, but she knew well enough that when you get possessed by them, it's just a matter of time before you lose control over your mind and body respectively. Controlled by Hawkmoth, the notorious criminal who wants to obtain something called Miraculous by the past heroes of Paris, Ladybug and Chat Noir, the Akuma is something everyone feared when butterflies were on sight.

But, [Name] didn't get possessed.

Two months ago there was a attempt, it made [Name]'s blood boil just by thinking about it. Years ago Paris was left defenceless after the sudden disappearance of Ladybug, who left her partner behind to defend the city, but the attacks have been getting more frequent lately. It was like Hawkmoth was desperate, pulling the last cards on deck ー gambling, she dares to say so.

"Another akuma attack," Aunt Cosette sighed, shaking her head in worry. Her ginger hair was pulled back to a messy bun, with two bangs framing her heart-shaped face. [Name] thought of of her as a utopia beauty, mostly because her reddish hair, button up nose and bright green eyes made her look like a forest fairy. Her Aunt also looked young for her fifty years of age, not because she didn't have wrinkles or crows feet besides her eyes, but because her smile was pearly white and contagious, and her skin glowed from taking good care of herself.

She swears she's going to look that good when she grows up.

"Hm?" [Name] hummed between sipping her preferred coffee, looking up from the phone screen. "How's the situation looking?"

Aunt Cosette shook her head, a frown pulling at her lips. "I'm not going to lie to you... it's bad."

"Like bad, or bad bad?"

The woman rolled her eyes, smiling slightly. "The latter, that poor dear fights with his everything nowadays."

Knowing that poor dear is in fact Chat Noir, [Name] winced a bit in sympathy. It was no secret that the cat hero worked magnificently with his bug partner, a invincible duo many regarded them including herself, but his fits had been plummeting for two years since the abrupt loss of his partner. Not because he grew weaker or because the evilized villains grew stronger, but because apparently Chat does not have the power of creation, which was in actuality Ladybug's power that helped them purify the akuma.

In conclusion, Paris was stuck in a loop where they got a akumatized person every single day for all about two years. Sometimes they even got doubled or tripled, and Chat Noir never caught a break ever since.

However, something changed a year ago. Things have becoming worse and worse for the akumatized people, but the streets of Paris have been peaceful and safe. Chat Noir, while he didn't have the power to purify, he had the power of destruction. Tragedy struck the lives of the victim's families, and therefore the hero's role has been taken much more seriously by the public since then.

No one wants to witness their hero killing the ones who are supposed to save from brainwashing, after all.

In the meantime, Ladybug's disappearance has been regarded with suspicion and contempt. Various of conspiracy theories have been circulating since her abrupt leave, each one more bizarre than the previous. It didn't help that the cat hero has been avoiding to make a statement about his partner's departure either (or her retirement, [Name] likes to think, contrary to the negative opinions from the public).

"Who got unlucky this time?" She asked quietly, the grip on her mug tightening.

Aunt Cosette sighed tiredly, taking off her glasses to rub her forehead with her wrist. That clear sign of distress had [Name]'s spine stiffen, preparing for the worst.

"A six-years-old little girl."

[Name]'s heart dropped, breath hitching in her throat. She shook her head, blinking away the sudden moisture in her eyes and exhaled a stuttering plaintive sigh.

"Merde."

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It was a usual and average day as [Name] went on with her life. Though she had turned a tad-bit paranoid since the failed akumatization, that didn't stop her from getting her desired macarons from her favourite bakery, Tom and Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie.

She sighed as she saw the familiar entrance upon sight. Lips tugging up to a excited smile, the girl basically ran over to the building, eyes lighting up when she saw the many desserts on the display cabinet. It seems like the bakers were working hard this morning.

Pushing the door open, she heard the now familiar bell jiggling above her head, and immediately her [colour] eyes went to the clerk behind the counter. A young girl stood there, scrolling through her phone; that was of course, before she entered.

Crystal blue eyes connected with her own, and [Name] smiled warmly at her, eyes wrinkling slightly at the edges and giving away to everyone the fact that she laughs a lot.

"Bonjour, mademoiselle!"

"Ah..." The blue-haired girl seemed at loss if words, because the female in front of her looked incredibly pretty. She blushed slightly when she saw the young woman taking off her black glasses, thinking how her eyes, even though a [colour] shade, were gleaming like jewels.

And her fashion sense, it was so good! She obviously keeps up with the trends, but also manages to be of low maintenance. She had a white open-collared shirt, tacked inside a pair of dark brown high waisted tailored pants and wore thin golden accessories. It was so minimalistic yet Marinette couldn't help but admire the beauty in the simplicity.

"I mean, what I -- bonjour, Madame!" The bluenette stuttered slightly, cheeks becoming slowly red.

[Name] couldn't help but think that she was the cutest girl she had ever seen, but it wasn't until she blushed that the similarity with the woman finally clicked. "Mon Dieu, are you Sabine's daughter? You look just like her!"

Marinette smiled at the compliment, to be compared to her mother was something she always liked because Sabine Cheng is known for both her beauty and her baking. "Yes, I am! I didn't know you knew my mom personally, Miss..."

"Oh, it's [Name] [Last Name], it's so nice to finally put a face on the name!" They shook hands, and Marinette went back to the counter to get her order.

"What would you like?"

[Name] hummed, looking at the showcase with furrowed eyebrows as she contemplated what to choose. "Let's see, I would like three chocolate filled croissants, two cream puffs and... quelques macarons? Put thirty on the package, I'm planning to give some to my classmates for the first day of school."

Marinette blinked, mouth parting open. "School?"

"Oui, it's my first day of college!" [Name] beamed. "If I'm not wrong, you're in high school, est-ce correct?"

"Yes!" Marinette nodded vigorously, putting the treats inside the cutest packages they have in store. "What is your major, if you don't mind me asking?"

"I'm majoring in Jewellery Designing," She smiled. "Not very profitable, but it's my passion."

Marinette shook her head, and with the packages in hand she came to the front from around the counter, a sight of which had [Name] try hard not to facially or physically react from surprise.

Because as Marinette came to full view, [Name] could now see the visible limp on her leg, and right at where two feet should have been, a wooden prosthetic leg was on sight.

And all of the sudden, Marinette yelped and started falling, causing [Name]'s heart to drop. Without giving it a second thought, not even caring about the packages with the treats she just bought, the [Last Name] girl immediately darted towards the teen and wrapped her arms around her, stabilizing her body against hers just as the packages went flying up their heads and crushed noisily against the wall.

The blue-haired girl was shaking, short puffs of air escaping her mouth. [Name] started backing towards the chairs with Marinette in her arms, willing the shaking girl to sit down.

"Are you okay?" [Name] breathed out, looking around the shop with worried eyes. "Putain, where is Tom and Sabine?"

Marinette gave out a short laugh at the sudden cursing, and willed her heart to calm down. "They're on a business trip for the next week, they're visiting the Balkan countries. Thank you, and I'm sorry for... for the trouble. I'm not usually this clumsy with this anymore."

[Name] shook her head. "Please don't mention it, let me get you a glass of water."

Marinette opened her mouth to argue, she really didn't want the pity of anyone, but shut it closed when she saw the determined gleam in the young woman's eyes. She watched her as she went behind the counter like she owned the bakery, fetching glasses and crystallised packaged water from the cabinets. It seems like she was more than familiar with the place.

"You're one silly girl, you know that?" [Name] huffed. "You could have given me the bags over showcase, and this wouldn't have happened!"

The young girl pursed her lips to keep herself from smiling, finding the concern the [hair]nette quite endearing, not to mention she fretted just like her Dad did. French people really show their care spontaneously.

Marinette sighed, admitting that she could have done exactly that when something miraculous happened. Her eyes shined neon blue as the young woman in front of her suddenly emitted a red and pink-ish aura, and golden outlines glowed to emphasise her silhouette. A breath hitched on her throat, and the faster beat of her heart had nothing to do with the fall from earlier, but for a entire different reason.

She found her.

　　　　　　　" Miraculous. "

"Here, drink slowly okay?" [Name] offered her the glass of water after she squished some lemon in it.

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　　　　　　　" Simply the best. "

"Yes, thank you," Marinette's wide eyes looked up at [colour] ones, "You didn't have to..."

　　　　　　" Up to the test when things go wrong. "

[Name] shook her head, smiling warmly down at her. "But I wanted to, so don't think too much about it."

　　　　　　" Miraculous, the luckiest -- ! "

"That's really kind of you." Marinette, for the first time in what seemed like years, smiled so genuinely it almost brought tears to her blue eyes.

"Of course, like I said don't even mention it. I'm sorry for holding you up!" [Name] apologized as she took the packages from the floor, smiling brightly when she saw they were actually tightly sealed. Maybe a little messy on the inside, but still very much edible.

　　　　　　" The power of love always so strong ! "

"I'm sorry too, you have classes earlier than us," Marinette chuckled as she watched the older girl waving frantically at her with a wide smile, running towards her school in a hurry.

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　　　　　　" Miraculous ! "

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"Bonne chance, [Name]."

Previous Chapter (Prologue) ←

ー read chapter 01 on wattpad here:

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chat noir / adrien agreste x fem! reader ( Prologue )

NIGHT SPIRIT ( PROLOGUE )

　　 IT WAS NEARING MIDNIGHT when it happened - a occurrence that changed her entire life permanently. Nothing but the hazy sounds of traffic could be heard in the dimly-lit neighborhood, the tall lamps on the sidewalk providing little comfort against the dark. Footfalls could be heed, the clicking of heels against the pavement echoing across the empty street.

A young woman was walking down the road with the purpose and wrath of the Gods. Her styled [colour] hair swayed slightly along the breeze, and her [colour] eyes blazed with rage found only from the wronged. She was beautiful and vibrant with her favourite glamorous makeup on, wearing her black square-necked flared mini dress, and adoring her pure golden jewellery and black short stilettos.

However, what stood out the most were the tears running down her face, ruining the perfect image she tried so much to uphold.

Never again.

Never again, she repeated as she wiped away her tears with the tiniest flick of her finger. Her posture relaxed, breathing in and out while trying to calm down her rapidly racing heart.

'Get a grip on yourself, [Name]. Assholes are going to be assholes. Bitches are going to be bitches. You're not going to shed any more tears for people who don't want you.'

It was easier said that done, obviously. Her heart had already taken enough damage already for the day - maybe even for the entire year. She was just done; she was done being nice to everyone while being treated like shit. She was done laughing falsely at jabs and 'jokes' on her person because if she frowned or found them offensive, she would be considered 'sensitive.' She was done with caring and concerning herself about who accepts her and who's not. She was absolutely done!

She had dressed up for a night out with her so-called friends. It was her eighteenth birthday today, something that was supposed to be a happy occasion, but everything was ruined - by her nevertheless. It was ironic really; she self-sabotaged her own party and then had the audacity to ditch them.

'Whatever,' She thought bitterly. 'I shouldn't have made plans with them anyways. It's my fault for making that mistake.'

Her quick steps slowed down, and the young woman stopped in her tracks at the middle of the road. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, her nails clenching against the leather of her mini purse while her mind was in turmoil. The tears stopped coming few moments ago; her eyes now feeling dry against the cold night air of Paris. Though despite the goosebumps rising that made her shiver, she welcomed the chilly gentle wind across her feverish warm skin - like an old friend that came to comfort her.

It was quiet, she realised after the beating of her heartbeat. Way too quiet for her own liking. The goosebumps this time had nothing to do with the crispy weather, it was her instincts telling her to run. Her breath hitched on her throat, and her eyes flew open just do see a dark butterfly flying towards her. She blinked at first, before her vision cleared and she could see the neon purple cracks across the feathers.

She froze as it touched her necklace - her mother's necklace! - and before she knew it, it absorbed itself into the diamond. A gasp escaped out of her lips as dark clouds surrounded her body.

'A akuma,' She could feel her eyes widening at the aspect that she will get akumatized. She will-

No.

Pure rage filled her veins as everything came back to her. The way her former friends laughed behind sneers, how she was being called dramatic because she didn't support verbal bullying, how she protested against their vile comments about a overweight classmate, how she reprimanded her male friends when they objectified her female friends from school. She was called dramatic, party killer, way-too-serious, too self-righteous, mighty-thee and all [Name] wanted to do was to wipe those sneers out of their face.

But right now she was livid at the one who thought it would be easy to manipulate her into doing his evil deeds. Her glare was icy cold as the Hawkmoth symbol appeared on her eyes like a mask, the purple light illuminating her face vividly thanks to the dark surroundings.

"You were wronged terribly by those you trusted the most weren't you, Ballister?"

The voice was androgynous and almost elegant, eloquent with the sentences he uttered. A certain calm before the storm, deceitful in means to hide the malice behind words of flowers.

"Even if I was, that doesn't give you any right to take advantage of my situation," She spat, and the butterfly symbol upon her face started faltering, as if her words had caused it's system to get short-circuited. The cloud around her shrunk in size, looking almost fearful at the prospect of her being.

　　　　　"What is this-?!"

She grabbed into her late mother's necklace - clutching it tightly within her fist, and glared hatefully at the abyss around her. "Get the fuck out of my head!"

The diamond on her hand started vibrating, and cracks formed across the transparent jewel. Slowly through them, the akuma flew out shakily and fell to the ground, it's wings flapping rapidly in panic. Before it could fly away however, it was crushed down the pavement and stomped on by a pair of black stilettos, and the small beautiful yet dangerous winged insect was no more - for the dark energy around it started vaporizing, leaving behind a pitiful white dead butterfly in it's wake.

author's note:

Next Chapter → Chapter 01

hello! welcome to my first miraculous fanfiction. i hope you liked the prologue and the first appearance of y/n ‹3

before we really start, please note that this is set at high school / college years. this means that ladybug and chat noir have been out in the public for more than 4 years.

this is going to be slow burn and chemistry building, along with world building, character developments, and entire new situations. there are going to be canon episodes and akumatized villains in the story however.

please note that while the main character is y/n, she might not behave like you. view this story as a RPG romance game, where the character you play has it's own personality already, but they're named after what you named them. either ways, it would be fun to know what you would do in her situations.

this will not only be focused on adrien and y/n - i don't like to make it a one dimensional story just for the main couple. i would like to explore y/n's background and her other relationships, along with other characters because believe it or not, they actually live outside of the main heroes little bubble.

there are going to be some triggering themes such as murder, suicide, traumatic events, etc. i will be putting a warning on the begining of the chapter, so if something triggers you, please skip it. your mental state has a much bigger importance and i don't want you to force yourself on reading them. 🫵🏼

that's all for now, thank you all for checking me out ;)

- fae.

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