#ml blueblood au

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they put the monster back into sentimonster by being responsible for over half of the city's missing person cases. ....slay ig

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thinking about a sentitwins platonic soulmates thing... hehe

M. Haprele was visiting once again to discuss the missing cases reports, and what exactly needed to be done to forge innocence. Though less out of practice than he was out of shape, Claude-Henrí had done extensive research the past few weeks in order to be able to answer every question the young Mr. Fathom could have before he even asked it... and yet, Felix was easily taken off course that day.

"I've informed you of my family history, have I not?" Felix asked over tea—Always over tea. There was not a single time that Claude-Henrí had visited where there hadn't been tea involved. It was as if the kid didn't know how else to communicate with people.

M. Haprele glanced over the manila folder he'd placed on the table, papers of photocopied law and dossiers of Felix's murder victims peeking out the side as if asking to be made relevant again. Claude-Henrí sighed, opening his briefcase to do away with the folder. "Partially," he grunted. "Herod was your father's name? Some sorta... supernatural spook?"

Felix chuckled. "Oh, The Weeping One's name is not one our mouths can pronounce." His head was tilted to take another sip of tea, but through the gaze of his brow Felix's eyes sparkled. "But 'Heras' was what I told you. And you should be glad he died long before he could hear you call him such a thing."

Felix, of course, would not say out loud that the death of The Weeping One was his own doing, but there was a moment of silence in which he could tell M. Haprele wondered such a thing and then knew it to be true. All it took was for Felix to smile.

"I have said that my cousin and I are just that—cousins—but that is only half true. Not only would we be brothers, but... one could even call us halves of the same whole. It was never expected that the successor to The Weeping One would be more than a single creature, and yet—" Felix examined his ring, watching it shatter the daylight into small fragmented rainbows on the floor. "—Here we are. Our mothers called it miraculous."

Claude-Henrí kept silent, watching his own untouched cup of tea, waiting for it to suddenly leap out of its tray by some magical force. The whole manor had an air of magic to it, though not in the sense of fairy godmothers and pixie-dust witchcraft. If his teacup were to sprout legs, it would sprout them screaming, bleeding profusely where the flesh sprouted out from porcelain, yelping in a lost language as it hopped off the table to its demise. A demonic sort of magic that bled rot through the cracks in the wallpaper and tainted the rooms with the dread of oncoming death.

The young man scoffed, saying "If I must be honest, I don't think Adrien understands his own importance to me. I would see no point in living if not for him." Felix poured himself another cup of tea, then began to stir it even though he would never think to add either sugar or milk to it. "We complete each other in a way that transcends any bond you feeble creatures can think of. It's just as I said—two halves of one whole."

"Indeed, Mister Fathom," Claude-Henrí responded, more to be cordial than to truly agree.

"And yet for some reason, he spends all of his time chasing after humanity." Felix clucked like a mother hen, still holding his face in a tight scowl. "All this... 'morality' and hedonism and fraternization with such degenerate creatures. —He's even had one of the females of your species catch his eye."

"He has?" M. Haprele asked, furrowing his brows.

"Oh, yes, it's disgusting. I do hope he won't be as reckless when he eventually kills her too. ...So that's why I brought this up in the first place," he sighed. "You'll have to be on watch for him when he inevitably fails."

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blueblood claudia official debut. ngl human flesh isn't the only thing she ate up look at her go

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Blue Blood AU - The Bakery

It was one of those April mornings that still seemed like winter. The world was still lingering on to its death-like sleep, and the primroses and peonies planted outside the Dupain-Cheng Bakery were still taking their time to bloom. And in the air, it had felt like it recently rained when it really hadn't. Maybe it was the grayness of the sky that made Marinette think such a thing.

The next customer to enter was a regular—Adrien was his name. He'd often come in once a week just to buy fresh bread, then mostly to talk, though Marinette was hesitant to call him a 'friend'. It was entirely because of her own doubts, and nothing to do with him. Adrien was very courteous and respectful, and when her father joked about the two marrying Marinette would never react with irritation. She was charmed by Adrien, but that was it—just charmed. She worried there was a hollowness to it.

When Adrien entered, a gust of wind seemed to follow behind him, one so cold it might've threatened to cover the tile floor in a layer of thin frost. He smiled warmly at Marinette, leading in another person by the hand—a young woman that stood about head shorter than him, endomorphic and soft like a bruised pear.

"Lovely morning, isn't it?" he beamed. "Hello Monsieur Dupain, Hello Marinette." And then he quickly dived into conversation with her father, asking about the day's batch of bread and pastries and taking an interest in the sweets in a way that he hadn't in any of his previous visits.

Marinette looked over to the tanned young woman beside him, her eyes scanning over every bandage and bruise on her arms and shoulders. That alone didn't mean anything—Marinette knew how often stupid injuries could happen, she'd known reckless people and she was particularly clumsy herself—but Marinette could also just look at her and tell that something was wrong. The young woman constantly looked on edge, never speaking, barely breathing, and she flinched when Adrien raised his hand while making small talk with Marinette's father.

She crept closer to where the young woman was standing, leaning over the display counter. When the woman noticed her, Marinette simply mouthed the words:

"Are you okay?"

The young woman didn't seem to understand it at first—She was surprised that someone found her worth speaking to, yes, but then she knit her brows together and squinted at Marinette. So, Marinette repeated herself, speaking as silently as possible.

"Are you okay?"

The young woman's face fell. Marinette wasn't sure what she was so scared about—She only wanted to help, after all. Then Marinette had this horrible thought that whatever was being done to this young woman was so incredibly bad that she didn't find herself worthy of help, or that any gesture of kindness was seen as someone new trying to abuse her. Marinette took out a slip of paper and a pen from her apron—She'd have the young woman write her name down, maybe even Adrien's full name, and then Marinette would file a report. There was really nothing else she could do unless she found out more, but Marinette couldn't let these two customers leave without doing something.

Another hand took the pen and paper.

When Marinette looked back into Adrien's eyes, she had never seen such an intense desire to kill. Not just kill—Murder. Every other time he'd visited, Adrien had been so kind and nice and even occasionally flirtatious with Marinette, and yet now it looked like Adrien wanted to do nothing more than lunge at her over the counter and slam her head into the tile until everything poured out of her broken skull. His eye twitched—Marinette stepped back. Even if there were three counters between them, it would've still felt too close.

Adrien laced his arm around the young woman's waist, took the baked goods he'd purchased, and hurriedly left the bakery.

For the next three days, the stare Adrien had given her was all Marinette would be able to think about. Morning, noon, and night. While baking, while running errands, as soon as she woke up and right before she fell asleep. It had been so cold, so hate-filled, and now the flickering image of it would haunt her day and night, because it was a promise for revenge (What did he even need revenge for?) that had not yet been settled. Every room would now feel laced with bear traps, and every dark corner would need a light shone into it in case a presence lurked there.

But she couldn't just let this pass, danger or not—What had her mother always said she was? An everyday.... "ladybug". Her mother had always loved ladybugs and the meanings they carried. Sabine said that ladybugs were a sign from God that there was always help, always hope. Marinette needed to be that young woman's ladybug.

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blueblood!adrien : correct yet vague description

dottoremaxxing astarioncoded slasherpilled adrien: absolutely perfect description but NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO NO

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for some reason I want to think that the Blueblood Au is set after faux paws snaps, figures out lovey dovey is lucky lucky & manipulates her into taking off her miraculous, allowing him catalysm her without seeing who she truly was then wish for something (idk something like the eraser of all miraculous) & him and Felix work together to find where Lucky lucky ladybug so Adrian can take his revenge.

this is really funny because it would mean that adrien's quest for discovering the root of morality through bizarre human experimentation* and the fact that he has a cannibal pet girlfriend.... is all like. window dressing to the real plot of revenge murder.

like, they just lure and brutally slaughter vulnerable people to their house as a side quest. felix got bored of searching for lucky and was like "you know what would help pass the time? becoming a serial killer"

but yes, the only miraculous that really "exists" in Blueblood is the Peacock, hence the sentitwins being sentitwins. so i suppose it could be logical to assume this is a universe in which most of the other miraculouses are destroyed or otherwise nonexistent.

*not written down but planned so i don't fault you for not knowing this lolol

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you guys are right adrien agreste DOES need to get a career in stem

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slasher!maribug would use a baseball bat. slasher!adrichat would use an axe. does anybody get what i mean by this

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me: yeah i just don't know if i can get behind STEM nerd adrien.. idk why :/

freaky ass mad scientist sentimonster from @alenachelk 's blueblood au:

yeah nvm this horrid asshole is my favorite now