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awesomemiraculousladybugfanart · 4 years ago

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Phantom Pains | A Miraculous Dabble

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It was a hot day in Paris, and Adrien and Marinette were hanging out at the Louvre admiring the various paintings. While there were many couples milling about around them, they weren't there romantically, but rather as friends who had plenty of time to kill.

After this, they were going to head to Tom and Sabine's bakery to meet their other friends, Alya and Nino for some fresh pastries. This completed their idea of a perfect Saturday.

Different as their personalities were, Chat Noir and Adrien had one thing in common: they both loved Tom and Sabine's bakery.

About ten minutes in, they had to split up for a second. Nathalie, his father's assistant called, needing to talk to Adrien about something modeling related. Marinette went off to wait for him.

It was when he was navigating through the sea of people, trying to find his friend, that something peculiar happened.

Adrien's chest suddenly jerked forward as if he had been hit in the back with an arrow. The look in his eyes was angry and crazed as he began muttering some hateful things under his breath.

The moment he spotted Marinette, his mood shifted incredibly fast. He was absolutely terrified as his head jerked over in Marinette's direction, bolting towards her as if to outrun something hostile that was headed straight towards her.

Being a model, he naturally had eyes on him wherever he went. But suddenly running towards a seemingly random girl in the middle of the museum certainly called the gazes of art admirers to turn sharply in his direction in confusion.

If that wasn't bad enough, he began yelling "M'lady, NO!" throwing himself in front of her. Some folks tried to look away awkwardly, while others simply stared. Even those who (surprisingly) had no clue of who he was, gawked at his sudden outburst.

Marinette looked at him quite scared, not having the faintest clue as to what was going on.

She could hardly process the fact that he called her his lady, which was one of Chat's signature lines reserved for her alter ego, Ladybug.

Convincing herself it was a humorless joke on her crush's part, she just forced a laugh. It only lasted a couple of seconds, however, as she began to think things through.

She had seen him, Adrien, make puns and joke around every once in a while (kind of like Chat Noir, but in smaller doses), but it wasn't like him to act out like this. He was quiet and never over the top, so she knew something was wrong.

"Adrien? What is happening?" She attempted to conceal the fear and confusion in her voice.

She grabbed the model's arm and hastily tried to find a spot that was not occupied by people. She didn't want him attracting any more attention to him or to her. After a couple minutes, she finally found one.

Thankfully, the string of odd outbursts stopped as they were walking to a secluded exhibition.

It wasn't until the moment they were somewhat alone, he turned around to face her, wrapping his arms around her neck. He stayed like that as if he had been frozen in time. Marinette was completely stunned by the sudden action.

"Adrien? What is happening?"

He straightened up, and just when she thought he was going to respond, he began to fall backwards as if he'd been hit with force in his chest.

Marinette rushed to catch him so he wouldn't hit his head on the marble flooring.

"Adrien, you are really scaring me right now," the fear was evident in her tone, she didn't bother to conceal it this time.

He looked her in the eyes and put his hand on her cheek. His skin was ice cold, but there was something that felt more metal than flesh.

She took his hand in hers and examined it to find a silver ring with a circle carved into it. The shape of the object reminded her of Chat's Miraculous, except his was black. Then again, her earrings weren't red with black spots until she transformed.

It wasn't until the next time he spoke that everything clicked for her.

"I'm sorry, M'lady, I held out for as long as I could,"

Her heart sank into her gut. His hoarse tone clearly framed by weakness frightened her because it sounded like he was a dying character straight from the movies.

Because of the wave of shock, it took her a second to recognize the line. It was what her feline partner said to her back when they were battling Miraculer two years ago. The odd thing was, it wasn't Adrien who uttered those words to her, but Chat Noir after having been Cataclysmed in the ribs by an akumatized Sabrina.

"Oh, Chatton, what happened to you?" She sighed.

She didn't know what to do. It wasn't like she could just bring him to Master Fu. Last she heard, he was in London with Madame Mary Ann. He was probably painting a picture of Big Ben for all she knew.

She looked at Adrien who was now clutching his ankle, his knee pressed against his chest. That was an injury he obtained as Adrien during Riposte's attack, but it was still damage that had happened during the akuma attack. Damage that should have been fixed by her magical ladybugs.

Master Fu can't help her and she doesn't have any idea what could have happened to cause this reliving of Adrien's physical traumas that were supposedly erased.

Wait a second, I am not on my own!

She thought to herself before reaching in her purse to grab her phone.

"Alya, I need you and Nino to get over here as Rena and Carapace ASAP. I need help taking Adrien someplace safe. I can't explain now, you'll see when you get here,"

After that urgent and non-specific message, she hung up, leaving Alya a bit flabbergasted and probably really concerned. She knew that their best friends would waste no time getting there.

She stroked his gleaming forehead. It felt as if it were ablaze. She continued to gently caress his head, brushing the stringy, soaked hairs out of his emerald eyes.

The blonde boy cried out in anguish. The sound sent her heart plummeting into her gut.

"Shhhh. Don't worry Adrien. Alya and Nino will be here soon. Then, we will figure out what's happening to you, and how to stop it."

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awesomemiraculousladybugfanart · 4 years ago

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Georges Hobeika fall 2021 couture

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awesomemiraculousladybugfanart · 4 years ago

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Everyone should know the international sign for Help Me. Let’s make this famous!!

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awesomemiraculousladybugfanart · 4 years ago

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"M'lady!! look!!"

"w-WHat? CHAT??!! how are you GLOWING?????"

"its the power of Halloween M'lady. it surges through my body. i can feel it in my bones."

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"...... you taped a flashlight to your face didnt you"

"....maaaaybe"

@chatober day 1: pumpkin

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awesomemiraculousladybugfanart · 4 years ago

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awesomemiraculousladybugfanart · 4 years ago

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To Punish the Imposter---

In that moment, I felt the need to punish myself. Not daring to do physical harm, I took a much more potent weapon into my grasp…. My words.

I took the verbal knife and walked over to the girl who was standing tall in front of me.

I stabbed her repeatedly.

You're an imposter!

Once I got the blade in, I drew it downwards to create a vertical line. Then I took it out of her skin and went to the top of the line with the tip. I dug in again and slid the blade to the right. Now having a capital "T" shape made, I went down and repeated the small horizontal line on the bottom until I had a capital "I". I continued to repeat the mantra. Every hate-filled syllable that was uttered made another cut in her skin, until the word "IMPOSTER" was completely engraved in the canvas of flesh.

By the time I had finished my masterpiece, she was on the floor in the pool of her own blood, completely understanding of her identity.

"You an imposter. You are an imposter,"

I made sure that she knew that she was worthless and that every last achievement was in fact a failure.

Until very soon, we began repeating in unison,

"I am an imposter."

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This is a work in progress. I have been really struggling with depression today. Some days, I feel as if, even after everything I have done to get here, I still don't deserve to be standing where I am. I struggle with allowing myself to feel achieved. This year I graduated highschool, started an art business and started a job.

Identity is a very important thing. Who you are and who you believe you are affect how you live your life. So please, be kind to yourself. Don't label yourself with hateful terms, but with love and strength. Your mental health will be all the better for it.

Never forget that you are strong, you are beautiful, and you deserve every good thing life has to offer. 🦋