#peachychatnoir

a battle of the wits, then?

(he’s transparent!)

“Smoke swirled and curved around strangers’ lips, beads hung along bare backs, laughter rang across chairs, dark paint stained half full shot glasses, jazz suffused every cheek with color. Women and men glittered among the lights, the shadows reflected their smiles and jewels. A soft foot wrapped in scarlet, tipped with gold, delicately stepped down into the scene. Obsidian elegantly followed every curve, a scarlet cloak draped graciously by her elbows, her dignified emanation accentuated.”

- excerpt from a forgotten prompt i had written, then applied to my art sorry not sorry

i loved the concept of a 1920s marinette so i followed this poster’s design oops

first panel! not sure what i’m going to call it in the long run, but we’ll just call it “Fallen” for now (prob an overused title but wcyd)

Do not repost or use anywhere else. This is my art. Not yours. So don’t steal it, thanks.

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His smirk dripped with malice as he bounced on his toes, in a teasing fighting stance. There was something off about this particular akuma and it made Adrien’s stomach churn with uneasiness. He tightened his grip on his baton. Ladybug still hadn’t arrived. This, however, didn’t bother the akuma at all. It was as if he wanted to wait for both of the superheroes before engaging into battle. Adrien did not know the powers of the akuma nor his ultimate desire, as he had not seen any sort of destruction to the city while pursuing the villain. The only inkling Adrien had acquired was that the akuma liked to play games. The exact type of games were unknown to Adrien, which worried him. What was the akuma able to do? What was his plan?

The cackling laughter of the akuma echoed across the rooftops. As he hopped from place to place, he asked Adrien many questions. What is your name, Chat Noir? How do you get your magic? I wish I had your magic, it would be so much fun… could you lend me your ring? And many jokes ensued. At least he was slightly more entertaining than irritating…

Finally, relief struck him when he heard the familiar spur of a yo-yo from behind him. 

“Ah, the games can now begin! We’ve been having a joyous time, haven’t we Chat?I’m so thrilled you can join the fun now, Ladybug.” The akuma laughed up to Chat and his partner. 

Ladybug landed softly beside Chat and shot him a raised eyebrow. Chat merely shrugged in response and said, “He’s excitable.”

Le Bouffon didn’t seem to have any powers at all. At least, not any visible ones. With his lack of magic, he resorted to real weapons instead. This was not going well for the heroes as they were dealing with hidden bombs and booby traps all over the city. Where did he even find the time to bury mines? This was getting ridiculous, Ladybug thought to herself. 

She turned around to call for Chat, when all of a sudden she was shoved forward. She lost her footing and began to fall. She gasped as she felt gravity pulling at her back. A hand grabbed hers and she was pulled into her partner’s arms. Wide-eyed, she gave him a breathless thank you and he jerked his head in a welcoming nod. 

They decided to head east towards the less populated areas; they wanted to avoid as many casualties as possible. Miraculous ladybug only could repair so much and the Marinette nor Adrien wanted to discover the tragedies that could not be reversed.

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Just managing to pull out her yoyo, Ladybug spun it as fast as she could to deflect the debris from the now collapsing building. She sprinted away from the building and Le Buffon hadn’t even gone after her or Chat Noir’s miraculous, with the exception of mentioning them earlier, and his psychotic antics were getting out of hand. His explosives were getting bigger and deadlier by the second. Maybe that was his power?

None of this made any sense, and there was nothing on him that even resembled an akumatised item. What was going on? Was he not an akuma like we assumed? Something wasn’t right here. We need to get our bearings, Marinette thought. As she side stepped away from a pothole, she only had time to turn towards the beeping to her left. She knew what was coming, and she knew that Chat did too. He had been right on her tail. He screamed at her to run, but she knew she didn’t have time. She was too close. So she turned and yelled at him to run. She saw the panic in his eyes as he watched her stand there helplessly. And then, she was thrown down the street and into a cement wall.

A sickening crack could be heard as she made impact. Marinette could only choke on her lungs. She slid down the concrete wall and collapsed into a broken heap. Her ears were on fire and a constant ringing filled her ears.Her head was heavy and something wet was all down her back. It began to pour down the side of her face. She knew it was blood. Looking down she saw that shards of debris had cut through her suit. Her suit. Tikki. Oh, her head… She desperately tried to breathe but she found it impossible. She was drowning. Was this it? An explosion was all it took?

Her mom and dad, her friends… Chat. No. She couldn’t leave them. No. Her sight began to fade. No. No I can’t leave them! I need… I need… Chat. Where is..

Her thoughts were answered when she saw the familiar mat of blonde hair sprint into the room from the hole in the wall. She gave him a weak smile as she saw him. Hesitantly he smiled but it was plagued with despair. 

“Hey..” she gurgled. Her vision went black.

“No! Keep your eyes open, my lady.” He cried. When did he start holding her?

She looked up at him, watching the tears follow their tracks. A sudden thought occurred to her, Chat has really pretty eyes. Prettier than Adrien’s… 

Such pretty eyes.

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