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What Makes Us Stronger. Ch. 2: Bury My Heart Next To Yours
;second chapter posted here because hey i wanna reach this fandom and it’s useful to find more people to discuss my crazy af theories, right?.
Also posted on AO3
“A-Adrien? Is that you?” She asked, afraid of the answer, but no word came from the other side of the phone. Her blood ran cold and she had to lean against the wall to hold her body up. “Please, answer me!” Her tone carried tints of desperation. It was his voice, Marinette could recognize it among a crowd of people. The melodious ring, and the way he purred his favorite nickname was enough to almost –almost- believe that her love was somehow back.
Tikki flight by her side and sat down upon her shoulder, caressing her cheek with her tiny hands. She didn’t say a thing, but as the phone died on the other side, Tikki could sense Plagg, faintly, but the beat of his heart was there, along with her own. “Marinette, I…” the young woman let the phone fall down and she buried her face in hands. Tikki didn’t have the courage to tell her that the miraculous of the black cat was active again, but trapped inside an obscure bubble of dark magic.
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2 months ago
“Do you think we could ever catch him?” His question took her by surprise. It was a mutual agreement not to talk about their superhero lives when they were in their civilian personas, but Hawkmoth had been more active than ever. The akumas were more dangerous and ferocious, and the young couple got more than just a few bruises after each battle.
Marinette looked around. The park was unusually empty at that hour. The streets appeared almost abandoned, and the air was heavy, setting a feeling of distress in their chests, something that only the miraculous holders could detect, almost as if the world itself was trying to tell them something. Wayzz and Master Fu had warned them about the increasing dark energy coming from Nooroo. They could not longer ignore the feeling that something terribly devious will happen. Hawkmoth was getting stronger, and they knew their final battle will come soon.
“I thought this would be our free day, Minou,” Marinette smiled, though it felt forced. His furrowed brow was a enough of a sign to know that Adrien was being serious. She leaned up and kissed sweetly his lips, trying to ease away his worries. His arms went around her small waist, and when they broke the kiss, Adrien hid his face on the crook of her neck. It might have been a stupid thought, but every time they kissed, every time he touched her, it felt like it was the last time. “I’m sorry, Princess,” his words came out muffled against the skin of her neck.
“Hey, look at me,” Marinette took his face on her hands, staring up at him with a reassuring smile, “I promise you something, it doesn’t matter what it takes, doesn’t matter what happens next, we’ll go through everything together, alright?”
“Yeah, together.”
Later that night, when the sobs finally subsided and her eyes were almost dry, Marinette stood up by the window. “Are you sure?” Her little companion asked, and she only nodded, releasing a long sigh. “Tikki, spots on.”
The room filled with a bright, pink light. Ladybug took over Marinette after a week of hiding in solitude. With her yoyo, she grabbed the edge of the nearest building and jumped out the window. The chilly breeze of the night pierced her skin, as a cold reminder of what she had lost. She wouldn’t cry, not this time, not when she had a mission in mind. She would mourn the missing memories of her partner in private, not in the middle of the cold Parisian night.
It didn’t take long to reach her destination, landing on the balcony of the mansion that she got to know as well as her own house. Quietly, she sneaked into the room.
The huge office was a mess, with scattered books and broken glasses over the floor, and behind the desk, a man with a blank expression staring at the painting of his deceased wife and son.
“How could you?” Ladybug asked, approaching the desk. The man didn’t seem to hear her, or simply wasn’t interested in giving her an answer. The old and stoic Gabriel Agreste, even then, refused to be vulnerable in front of her. Slamming her fist down the desk, she repeated her question, louder this time, “How could you? I knew you were vile, but really, Gabriel? Are you going to use your own son’s death against me? That’s low, even for you.”
The last part of her statement shook something inside of him, making him turn around to give her a look of indignation and pain. “I lost my wife first and then my son. I lost everyone I ever loved, and you dare to come here, accusing me of such things?” Gabriel raised up, walking around the desk to face her, with his hands clenched by his sides, and dark eyes that, if she hadn’t faced before, would have her shivering. “I loved my son more than anything, and what did was with the intention to protect him. Tell me, Marinette, wouldn’t you have sacrificed everything in you hands for his well-being?”
Tears shone in his eyes, and even with all the hatred that she felt towards him, Ladybug could witness the pain of the father on Gabriel’s face, unmasked. He was a man before a villain, and yet, his hunger for power maimed everything he loved. And as if he could read her mind, he added, “Adrien’s blood is in my hands, but I can assure you that any intention that I had to harm you in any way, died with my son.”
Almost defeated, Ladybug turned around, looking at the painting of Adrien and his mother. “I got a call this morning,” she started, unsure of why she did feel the need to tell him, “It was his voice, Gabriel. I’m sure it was him.”
The sound of a glass breaking in pieces startled her. The color seemed to drain from his face . His hands trembled and he looked like he was about to pass out. “That’s impossible. I would have known…. I would’ve seen it.”
“What do you mean?” He fumbled through the pile of books that were scattered around the desk until he found it. Nervously, he took a seat, inviting her to do the same. “Did the Great Guardian tell you what happens when one of the holders combines their miraculous with another’s?”
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