wait do you guys know how in that one "ml writers watch the season five finale" video they said something about the Wish having a trick? that it is not what it seems to be? and you know how we think we've figured it out, that emelie was never resurrected but Nathalie was?
but. do you know how emelie was actually never dead in the first place, that she was in a magical coma from creating adrien, and that gabriel never wanted to resurrect her, but wake her up? how the cost for that Wish wouldn't be someone else dying, but someone else falling ill instead?
and do you know how emelie agreste is no longer in a coma. the Wish clearly showed her floating up in the air next to gabriel, dead, both of them dead. both of them dying at the cost of the Wish, would mean not one person is resurrected, but two. in the season finale, we only saw one, nathalie, who is now alive because of the Wish.
and because every action has an equal and opposite reaction, someone else needs to come back alive. someone else. someone equal to nathalie. nathalie used the miraculous of the peacock to create sentimonsters. she abused the sentimonsters that she created, and then she got very sick and died.
who else do we know, someone who is supposedly dead, but in light of this new information, might not be? someone who ticks all of those boxes?
colt. fucking. fathom.
guys.
gabriel made the Wish to kill himself and emelie to make a better world for adrien. he had nathalie come back to life to take care of adrien, and then, well, had colt come along too. gabriel doesn't like félix. he thinks hes a bad impression on adrien, he thinks that félix is basically adrien, but "better".
no one can be better than his son. he resurrected félix's father to hurt félix. maybe he doesnt have the peacock or the amok, but colt could still do things. like, make félix imperfect for example. channel his inner jealousy and have félix fall down the ranks, until he is below adrien, someplace where he can't possibly compare.
someplace where adrien can be perfect.
all gabriel claims he wants is a perfect world for his son. félix, according to him, ruins that.
this next season, we all know, is going to be intense. marinette has new information about the senti lore, and because of that, so does alya. félix has his miraculous back. adrien has his amok back. the peacock miraculous is in the right hands, argos got seen in a new light, marinette has forgiven him, and now he's part of the team.
this next season, we all know, is going to have a heavy, heavy, sentimonster subplot. and who better to kickstart this, who better to plot twist this, who better to appear as someone in this new world, than colt. fucking. fathom.
"there is no such thing as a perfect Wish."
gabriel killed himself and his wife. he resurrected colt and nathalie.
two peacock holders for two peacock holders.
two alive people for two dead people.
one shitty father and one lesbian wife for one shitty father and one lesbian wife.
attention, miraculous fandom.
colt could be alive.
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Shadybug & ClawNoir First Receiving the Miraculous Part 2
The first week of school was just as much of a waste of time as Adrien expected;
The curriculum was behind what he was used to, way behind.
He never realized how frustratingly boring it would be to have to wait for a room full of people to catch up with the simple basics of particle physics.
The other students were annoying.
He didn’t mind signing autographs for his fans the first time Chloe paraded him around- it was even nice to have a little extra attention.
But then they KEPT approaching him; asking him to go places with them, his contact information, or asking for photos (thankfully he had the great excuse of his contract which prohibits his image being used for anything, personal or commercial use, without the written consent of the Gabriel Brand.)
He liked modeling, he liked having fans, and he liked receiving praise, but that didn’t mean he wanted people trying to hug him and use him to blast their selfies all over social media.
It’s called “personal space”.
A concept that still went over Chloe Bourgeois’ head, apparently…
He was grateful that she had lunch delivered directly from the Le Grand Paris, since the food, or, what passed for food at the school cafeteria was lackluster at best.
But she insisted on sitting so close that their elbows touched.
It was so uncomfortable.
(Also, he couldn’t just eat his food in peace, he had to listen to Chloe loudly rate each portion of the meal and whether it was up to her standards or if the chef was lacking that day and whether or not she needed to be replaced, before looking over her shoulder to snicker at some dark skinned girl in glasses who glared daggers right back at her. Chloe’s redheaded flunky, er, that is… Chloe’s redheaded “friend”, found this hilarious and agreed with every word and giggled when the dark skinned girl would storm out of the cafeteria in a huff.)
He also hated the way Chloe would cling to his arm when he was just trying to walk between classes.
He lost track of how many times he excused himself to make a quick stop in the boy’s toilet just to get himself some breathing room!
If Chloe’s mother wasn’t such a big name in the Fashion industry as well as chief editor of ‘Style’ magazine, Adrien would gladly tell her to back off. Unfortunately, she is, and he doesn’t want to think about the backlash his father would receive, or the nasty article about himself that would headline ‘Style’s next issue.
He also wished Chloe’s “friend” would stop offering to do his homework and take all his notes. That was weird.
The only thing somewhat worthwhile is fencing on the team under M. D'Argencourt; private lessons were fine, but it is more interesting to have different opponents to practice against for a change.
Other than that, school is tedious and suffocating.
Now that the week is FINALLY at an end, all he wants to do is go to his room, play his mother’s banned bootleg vinyl copy of Peu-Être’s ‘Robot☆Monster’, and listen to ‘L'Esprit Se Meurt’ as he collapses on his bed and contemplates why his Father insists on subjecting him to this torture.
His plans come to a halt, however, upon seeing a strange package waiting for him atop his desk.
It’s… Brown?
His father was generous, and had a habit of giving gifts he personally chose. So a present for enduring his first week of school wouldn’t be odd, per say….
But the gifts his father wrapped always had colorful, patterned, sometimes even textured paper, and were always matched with a ribbon in complimentary colors, tied in intricate bows, as if it were a submission to an art exhibit.
There was no way someone as extra as his father would use such simple brown, parcel paper.
The more logical explanation was that it came in with his fan-mail, but that didn’t make sense either;
It was un-opened.
The Gorilla was diligent, and he always opened and inspected every piece of fan-mail before it ever reached Adrien’s eyes.
As much as Adrien liked modeling, being famous had some drawbacks, namely obsessed fans that were more than a little scary.
His bodyguard always checked to look for anything creepy (requests for feet pics, or locks of his hair), obscene (explicit fanfiction featuring Adrien and the sender that results in a restraining order being issued), or downright nasty (underwear that they would like him to sign, wear, then mail back).
There was NO WAY the Gorilla would leave an un-opened package from a fan in Adrien’s room.
Unless….
Looking at the package more closely, disregarding the accompanying envelope which only had his name on the front, he took notice that there were zero postage markings of any kind.
Meaning it was delivered IN PERSON.
(Not that it was unheard of for people to just drop things directly at the gate, or in one bizarre instance, toss things over the fence, giving the Gorilla a ‘bomb scare’ and causing Adrien to wonder what kind of work his bodyguard did in the States before coming here.)
….Didn’t Pâtisseries use brown paper?
Curiosity over his Umbrella Thief had been impossible to ignore;
(see older post “Shadybug/Claw Noir Reverse Umbrella scene Headcanon”, also, someone PLEASE teach me how to link)
He didn’t have any classes with her, and he guessed she was too shy to try an approach him like the other students.
His photoshoot schedule, Chinese lessons, and Fencing practice meant he couldn’t just wait around at the school gates after classes had ended for the day.
So, he did the reasonable thing and asked his bodyguard to look into it. Not that he asked him to stalk her or anything! (That would be weird and super illegal.) Just, well, keep an eye out for her, maybe see if he could learn anything from a distance, without being creepy of course.
It had taken him nearly the entire week.
For reasons Adrien still did not understand,
his description of “cute girl, leather jacket, passion-streaked midnight hair, and eyes that crease into crescent moons behind a wistful smile, disguising a forlorn soul adrift in a sea of mediocrity, hadn’t been specific enough.
But eventually, while Adrien was at Fencing, the Gorilla had managed to casually follow the girl in pigtails at a distance long enough to witness her entering a nearby bakery, from the private side entrance reserved for those that took residence in the building.
His Umbrella Thief wasn’t just a shy fan, her parents ran the best pâtisserie and boulangerie in Paris!
Well, that would explain how she is able to attend a private school like Collège Françoise Dupont.
Perhaps this was a package of pastries from her parents’ store, maybe there was even a message confessing her admiration for him inside?
He could use that as an opportunity to approach her, express his gratitude for sweets, and offer to treat her to the movies… Strictly as a gesture of fan-appreciation, of course.
Yes, if was definitely the anticipation of choquettes and Pain Au Chocolat, and nothing else that made his heart race as he tore away at the brown paper.
But before he could open the flaps of the cardboard box, another thought occurred to him:
You could fit an extendable umbrella into a box this size.
What if… What if HIS umbrella was inside?
What if the girl had noticed she was being stalk-FOLLOWED, and thought he was angry?
What if what was waiting inside was a tear-stained apology letter begging him not to contact the Enforcers and have her arrested on charges of petty theft???
That would make it difficult to ask her out on a da- OUTING! Ask her out on an OUTING to the cinema purely for her sake! *ahem*
Now, instead of his heart racing, his stomach was twisting.
Other than the whole stealing thing, she was probably a nice girl… He certainly didn’t want her to feel upset, or want to avoid him.
But, if she didn’t want anything to do with him ever again over this, was there anything he could do?
Holding his breath, Adrien opened the box with trepidation and discovered….
…An antistatic electronics foam pouch and a jewelry box.
Adrien felt his mood sour even further as he unsealed the pouch.
It was a mini-tablet.
Forget ‘sour’, he was PISSED.
He recognized the tablet; His father used a similar one for video meetings with clients, distributing managers, coordinators, and other people he didn’t have time to meet with in person.
A list that now included his own son, apparently.
The jewelry box no doubt contained the latest Gabriel brand accessory that Adrien was expected to model for an upcoming shoot that his father couldn’t be bothered to take time out of his busy schedule to inform him face to face.
It took all the self-restraint Adrien had not to chuck the stupid thing out a window (he had plenty of them to choose from).
You know what? This was fine.
If his father could lock himself up inside his atelier, then Adrien could do the same!
Tossing the package and its contents aside, Adrien left his room and marched downstairs to go inform his personal chef that from now on he would be taking all his meals in his room.
Father could swap out the table de salle à manger with a terrarium for all he cared!
And Adrien doesn’t care!
….Though, he expected his father to care, at least a little.
Mom would’ve cared.
Adrien didn’t have much of an appetite, picking at his meal while he waited for his father to come knock on his door with an apology that never came.
(Gabriel heard that Adrien requested his meals in his room and assumed his son was pouting over being forced to go to school. Since Gabriel can recall what it’s like to be a moody teenager, he figured it was best to give his son time to calm down, and he would try to invite him down for breakfast tomorrow.
He’s also trying not to be hurt that Adrien calls him “Father” now, instead of “Dad”).
Alright, if Father was too stubborn to show himself, then Adrien knew just how to grab his attention;
Pushing aside his now cold dinner, Adrien picked up the discarded tablet and found the side power button.
He was going to use this little “gift” to open a video call and give his Father a piece of his mind!
What he didn’t expect was the red, grid-like laser scan of his face, nor the A.I. voice that announced “Identity confirmation complete: Adrien Agreste, approved.”
Ok, he had to admit that was pretty cool.
The screen lit up red, and all thoughts of Adrien’s Father went out the window.
The Supreme.
The Familiar red and black symbol with an ‘X’ in the center; representing world-wide jurisdiction and demanding compliance.
This was a huge deal. Huge, and more than a little terrifying.
He was only 13 (his birthday was in two weeks though), what on earth could The Supreme, the force that governs the entire planet, possibly want from him???
He seriously doubted this was fan-mail.
He tapped the small flashing icon on the bottom left corner, pulling up a message screen.
Whatever Adrien had been expecting, it wasn’t… Whatever the heck this was.
Kwamis? Powers? Rules? It sounded like the synopsis of a game show.
This had to be a joke. But he didn’t know anyone with such a twisted sense of humor.
Even the most deviant and corrupt wouldn’t have the spine to use the symbol of The Supreme, not even mockingly. The penalty wasn’t worth the risk.
Still, how could he take any of this seriously?
Magic rings? Power of Destruction?
As if! He wasn’t some naive little kid who believed in fairytales like the Genie in the Lamp.
Was it like, a metaphor? Or some kind of coded message he was meant to decipher?
But if that was the case, shouldn’t there be a substitution key or at least some kind of hint?
Wait-
There had been an envelope, hadn’t there?
Of course! Why hadn’t he opened that first??
Scrambling around, Adrien located the envelope that had been knocked aside and fell beneath his desk chair.
It is a simple, white envelope with his name written in calligraphy.
Inside is a note, written in that same calligraphy, on what he recognizes as Xuan Paper:
“M. Adrien Agreste, you have been chosen.
The bird in the gilded cage sings because captivity is all it has ever known.
The items being entrusted to you are a matter of utmost secrecy and should be used with discretion.
May they teach you the melody you have longed for.
Please ensure you are alone.”
…Well, that was super cryptic and incredibly unhelpful.
Crumbling up the note, Adrien examines the tablet again; there are no other icons other than the text screen with the list of “instructions” and rules to be followed.
So, equally useless. Great.
The only thing he hasn’t checked is the little black hexagon box.
The tablet mentioned a ring… Oooooh, like a de-coder ring?? That would make more sense than singing birds!
Finally he was getting somewhere-
What he actually got was blinded by a flash of green light as soon as he opened the lid.
Waiting for the light to fade enough to safely open his eyes, Adrien came face to face with a black and angry looking… Gerbil?
A gerbil with antennae, hands on it’s hips, a twitching tail, and the symbol of The Supreme stamped on it’s face….
And it was floating.
Merde! It was FLOATING!!!!!!
Adrien glanced from the tablet, to the black ring in the box, back to the fuming ‘kwami’.
This was real.
Adrien’s heart was racing again, albeit for an entirely different reason.
His cheeks hurt as he grinned for the first time since he can’t remember when.
Snatching the ring and putting it on, he said the transformation phrase.
The mean looking gerbil/cat/kwami-thing disappears into his ring and he is enveloped in green light, magic washing over him and surging through him; it feels right, like his entire life has been leading up to this moment!
Gone was the preppy, boy-next-door look of the Gabriel brand.
His hair went from blond to a spiky green, and his green eyes were now a toxic purple with black slits behind a black mask.
Cat ears? Sure, why not?
Clawed gloves, leather jacket, mace ball collar, spiked boots and belt?
Oh yeah, he was feline dur à cuire!
He rushed to the windows, threw one open and leapt out into the night. He didn’t have a plan and he didn’t really care. It was time to find something to break!
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The Supreme gets a notification on his personal device;
Both tablets have been activated.
Now is the time to let the children have fun; let them play about in the city and revel in their new super abilities.
Ah, to be young and have so little self-restraint….
They will no doubt enjoy themselves… For a while at least.
But the more they use their powers, the quicker things will be set into motion;
It will start as nothing more than dull aches, unpleasant but not at all hindering. But those aches will only continue to grow, becoming painful marks, eating away at flesh, making them weak and drained when they are without their transformations to empower them.
Nothing in this world is free, after all.
Arrogant teenagers will revert back into frightened children, afraid of what is happening to their bodies but terrified of revealing to anyone the strange marking that they cannot, dare not, explain.
After a satisfactory time has passed, he will transmit another message to their tablets. A message of salvation.
For a price, of course.
He will offer to reverse the damage caused by their use of the Miraculous, to whichever one of them manages to retrieve the jewels that were stolen from him.
But only one.
Competition can be quite motivating, especially when one’s life is on the line.
PART 1
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