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I love bbc merlin so much because despite the variety of plot points that drive me insane they’re all needed for everything to play out correctly.

I hate that Merlin’s magic isn’t revealed till the very end but also recognize how incredibly powerful he is that if everyone knew their external threats just. Wouldn’t be a threat anymore.

And I hate that Arthur never repeals the ban on magic but if he did than Mordred wouldn’t have had a reason to turn and the finale would fall flat.

I can’t stand Agrivaine but I understand that Arthur being betrayed by him is necessary in order to make Merlin’s perceived betrayal hurt more. That it serves to break down Arthur’s confidence in a time where he only trusts Merlin, who brings him back to himself. Then to realize that foundation of trust he’s had has been wrong and that he has literally been deceived by every single person he lets get close to him.

I hate how they ruined morgana’s character and while I still think it could have been done with more nuance, there is literally no major antagonist besides her. Plus she’s such an interesting one because of her connections to everyone before she slipped.

I hate that merlin tries to kill her, especially like that, and so early on. I get why he does it, and I get that it’s necessary to break morgana’s trust in him. I get that the whole point is that every choice he makes is to try and stop things and he does the best he can every single time, and it’s still never enough.

I don’t always like how we get there but GOD do I love the tragedy of it. For a show that’s so happy on the surface the tragedy of knowing there’s nothing any of them can do to stop the ending is SO GOOD.

It’s devastating to watch merlin lose huge pieces of himself, watch his morals change and shift, watch as the lines he won’t cross get pushed farther and farther away. He loses so much of himself to save Arthur and he STILL LOSES ARTHUR.

And listen I can and I will complain about some of the goofy ass plots but it’s so important to me that people recognize the seriously tragic narrative at the Center of it. I could go on for AGES about how each and every one of the leads is doomed by the narrative.

Headcanon that Merlin keeps notebooks and writes down everything - everything - he wants to show and tell Arthur whenever he comes back

It starts off as a project. He writes down important moments, things he knows he will have to inform Arthur of if when he comes back, but one day, Gwen tells him a joke and he can’t help thinking it would have made Arthur laugh. It was a bittersweet realisation, so he wrote it down to share with Arthur whenever he saw him

Slowly, more jokes were added, and anecdotes, books he wanted to tell him about, plays and music he was sure Arthur would enjoy, and eventually films and shows

Sometimes, he writes when he particularly misses him

He keeps these notebooks on a large secondhand bookshelf, and tries to keep them in chronological order, although the earlier ones aren’t in the best condition after a thousand or so years, but he’s enchanted them to stay legible

It becomes a habit. He decides, subconsciously and superstitiously, that once he has filled the bookshelf, Arthur will return. Merlin does, and Arthur doesn’t. He buys a second bookshelf, and then a third

Finally, Arthur is back and Merlin excitedly showing him his collection and telling him there’s so much he has to share. Arthur is amazed, “you wrote all of this for me?”

Merlin realises suddenly how overwhelming it must seem. “It made it easier, not being able to share all these moments with you. It felt like I was sharing them with you in a way. It was like I was writing you a letter.” He shakes his head. “But you’re here now, it’s silly! You don’t have to read them at all. I can go over them and pick out the important parts, the things you’ll need to know and—”

Arthur stops him. They go through each book together. Merlin hadn’t realised how many good moments he had forgotten over time, and he gets to relive them with Arthur at his side, both chuckling along as Arthur asks questions, “you did what?”

They aren’t all nice stories. Merlin winces as they get to the wars. Arthur holds his hand as he recounts each loss of a friend, and Arthur hates to see Merlin grieve, but he’s glad that he made friends throughout his life because he couldn’t bear the thought of Merlin being entirely alone while he waited for him

But even if he wasn’t always alone, he was lonely. The notebooks proved as much, and sometimes Merlin still panicked if he woke up and Arthur wasn’t close. Eventually, Arthur slid into Merlin’s bed beside him, only to keep him calm. It was the best Merlin had slept since- well, he couldn’t remember

Sometimes one of them would wake up with nightmares of the wars and battles and deaths and wounds, and the other would hold them until they fell back to sleep. Merlin kissed Arthur’s forehead one night without meaning to and froze, but Arthur had only burrowed deeper and fallen asleep with a soft smile

“So that was the last book,” said Arthur as Merlin finished the final page

“Yes, I wrote that the night before you came back,” said Merlin

“I’m all caught up,” said Arthur. “There’s nothing more to say.”

“No, no more to say,” Merlin agreed absentmindedly

A silence fell over them. Who moved first, it was impossible to tell, as if they had both decided in the exact same moment that it had to be now, and they kissed, pulling each other close

“I love you,” said Merlin once they eventually parted

“I got that,” said Arthur, gesturing to the pile of notebooks surrounding them. “The longest love letter in history,” Merlin laughed before Arthur added, “I love you, too”

Edit to add: the last show Merlin wrote that they watched together was Heartstopper, thanks

Excerpt from the Storm Bringer stage play (official translation)

I've been seeing a lot of love for embarrassing teenager Dazai recently, so let me share the fantastic depiction of this scene in the stage play!

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so you can´t change primary and secondary account which means i´ll be stuck with this thing younger me brought into existence cause i built my tumblr on a secondary account like yay

but i´m totally keeping all the posts so i can look back and be like ah yes, back in the day , seriously those accounts are way better than a diary, so much easier to get an emotional picture

Nino: Dude, calm down.

Adrien: To quote Hamlet, Act 3, Scene 3, Line 92, ‘No’.

Alix: *sets skull on table*

Nathaniel, Adrien: *look at her*

Nathaniel: Alix?

Alix: Yeah?

Adrien: Skull?

Alix: Oh, yeah, it’s my brother’s.

Adrien: Oh, okay.

Nathaniel: It’s your brother’s?!

Alix: He was annoying me, so I grabbed his skull and skated off, but don’t worry he has plenty.

Nathaniel: Alix, no, like what the fu-

Adrien: Nah, seems legit.

Nathaniel: *losing it*

Adrien and Alix: *don’t see what’s wrong*

Alix: Any idea what’s wrong with him?

Adrien: Not at all.

Alix: Me and the girls plan on getting ice cream, wanna tag along?

Adrien: Sure.

And this is the story of how Marinette and Adrien went on an ice cream date, all thanks to Alix’ brother’s skull.

Nino: So, how’s it going with Mari, bro?

Adrien: *flustered* Actually really well. I’ve been dropping hints that I like her.

LATER

Adrien: *walks to Marinette*

Adrien: I can’t stand you.

Nino: *mumbles* May the heroes be with me.

Day 26

Sunday

Freedom

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Adrien, looking at today’s topic: What the cataclysm is this?

Day 25

Saturday

Found Family

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When he was younger everyone told him, one day he’ll meet a girl, they’ll fall in love, get married, have children and live happily ever after. But you could say he lives to prove people wrong.

Because he’s sitting on a worn out couch and watching a movie with his family.

Family, you are probably picturing Adrien sitting on the couch with his arm around his beautiful wife, Marinette, their three children sprawled out around them and the Hamster somewhere too.

I’m sorry to tell you because Adrien is sitting on the couch with his arm around his boyfriend, Luka, Nathaniel sitting on Luka’s other side, rather drawing than looking at the screen of the tv and Alix sprawled out over them, her head by Nathaniel and her feet on Adrien’s lap.

Thisis his family.

Instead of a beautiful and lovely wife he got a handsome, creative and extraordinary Luka.

Instead of an shy and adorable Hamster he has a socially awkward and absolutely talented Nathaniel.

And instead of noisy and annoying children he got an even noisier and more annoying Alix.

Though, if he had to choose, he wouldn’t want it any other way.

Day 24

Friday

Lucky Charm

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Spy AU

“I don’t care if they have our assigned lucky charm. Youare my lucky charm!”

“But-“

“No buts. I love you. And we never won because of some dumb lucky charm. You are the one who brought us victory.”

“Chat, I-“

“Go!”

Day 22

Wednesday

Reveal

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It’s Marinette.

It all makes sense.

Who else could be this selfless?

He breathed in and out one, two three, four, five times before his breath got steady.

He shouldn’t be here.

He shouldn’t have seen this.

He wasn’t supposed to know.

But what’s done is done, and what’s seen is seen.

He hurried down the street towards the mansion, jumping through the window, de transforming and falling down on his bed with a love sick grin covering his face.

Marinette was his Lady.

Ladybug was his Princess.

Day 19

Sunday

Roses

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“Maybe she doesn’t like roses, kid. Maybe she’s more into tulips or Lotuses.”

“Everyone likes roses, Plagg.”

“Whatever.”

Adrien moves closer to the screen. Scrolling through the garden site.

“Here! Yellow stands for friendship. She has to accept this one. I’m sure.”

“Finally. You’ve been searching for hours.”

“But is this really the right one?”

“Here we go again. Adrien, kid, listen, you did so much to find the perfect rose and if she doesn’t like it then that’s her fault.”

“But-“

“And if you want we can call a flower store and ask them, they know such things.”

“I’ll do that.”

“...”

“They aren’t picking up.”

“Adrien, it’s the middle of the night, they have closed.”

Day 18

Saturday

Crush

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Alright, I’ll admit it, I have a crush on Ladybug.

But just look at her. She’s perfect in every way.

She’s a fierce leader and always knows what to do. And she also isn’t scared of taking the lead.

She always tries to do what’s best for Paris, to guarantee its safety, even though it’s hard.

And she does an amazing job as guardian.

She knows exactly which miraculous we have to choose and who would be the best choice of holder, it’s incredible.

And how elegantly she jumps, no swings or maybe even flies, over the roofs of Paris.

She’s miraculous.

Day 17

Friday

Puns and Jokes

Alix: Yo, Chat Noir, what’s your favorite sport?

Chat Noir: Hairball.

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Max: Excuse me, Mr. Noir? Might I ask you, what the subject you in school you enjoy most?

Chat Noir: Definitely Hisstory.

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Chat Noir: M’lady! Look what I found! A pile of kittens! A Meowntain!

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Ladybug: You can sing?!

Chat Noir: Of course, Bugaboo, Cats are very mewsical.

Ladybug: And there it goes.

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You know what I’m tired af just comment your fav chat noir joke/pun like your own not one of those and if you allow it I’ll add it to the list with credits

Day 16

Thursday

Future

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No miraculous AU like no LB no CN no hundreds of years old master

Adrien had often dreamt about his future. But he never thought he’d end up here of all places and with her if all people.

Because after they finished school, they all went out looking for their next adventure and by some miracle, he and Alix ended up together in law school.

They were known all over the campus, I mean a blonde haired model and a pink haired jockey-sports girl don’t really seam that smart or like the typical law student.

And in the end they graduated as class bests.

He and Alix became real good friends over the time and continued spending a lot of time together afterwards.

And normally they would go jogging together today but Alix wasn’t waiting in front of his apartment like she usually did. Adrien didn’t think much of it and jogged to her apartment expecting to meet her on the way. He didn’t. And in front of her apartment building he pulled out his keys searching for the spare key he had.

Adrien pushes open the door to be hit with a string wave of Alcohol and the sight of 8 women, Alix included, lying passed out in Alix’s living room.

He wasn’t sure what to do but decided to tiptoe over to Alix and wake her to ask what in the world is going on.

“Alix? Alix? Time to wake up. ALIX!” He shoved her of the couch and woke her and the other people in the room up.

“What the- owww- Adrien! Guys! Adrien’s here!”

Alix jumped around the room waking her guests even more to introduce them to him.

“What do you- ADRIEN?!”

It turned out the women in Alix’ apartment were his old classmates and they had a reunion at Alix’.

He and Marinette got into contact again and his future looked even brighter.

Haha it was a recomendation from insta so maybe they know you

Day 14

Tuesday

Dreams

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It wasn’t much of a task. They were supposed to write down their childhood dream for class.

But for some reason Adrien had still struggled with the task.

He watched a lot of old recordings and looked at his drawings and some pictures.

In the end, he was satisfied with the outcome of his research.

And Mme. Bustier was now asking everyone what their childhood dream was-is, it depends.

She started with Nino, logically.

“I wanted to be a bubble breathing dinosaur.”

Nino earned a few chuckles for that.

“What a nice dream, Nino. Adrien?”

“Oh, I always wanted to be what my parents want me to be and to make them proud of me.”

“How nice of you, but do you also have a childhood dream of what you wanted to be for yourself and not your parents?”

“I just want to be the perfect son for them and make them proud.”

“Alright. Marinette, what is your childhood dream?”

Adrien felt like he said something wrong, maybe he understood the task wrong.

“I dreamt of being the knitting fairy.”

“Well, you’re on a good way to become a sewing fairy. Alya?”

“I’m not sure miss, I can’t remember and neither can my family.”

“That’s alright, Alya, don’t worry. Ivan?”

“I wanted to have long and pretty hair like my mother.”

“Your hair may not be very long but it’s very pretty. Nathaniel, what about you?”

“I dreamed about being a comedian.”

No, he did understand the task right and he did as told.

“I have to say, some of your comics are pretty funny. Juleka?”

“Do I have to?”

“No, of course not. If you don’t feel comfortable sharing then that’s completely fine. Rose, do you want to share?”

“I wanted to be an angel because they help people like doctors or fairies.”

Maybe Mme Bustier didn’t like his answer, but he fulfilled the task.

Mme Bustier smiles sadly at that.

“You would’ve been the greatest angel. Max?”

“Roboter.”

“I hope building one is as good. Kim?”

“...”

“He fantasized about being a model.”

It was an interesting thought.

“I don’t know if this was you place to answer Alix, but your turn now.”

“I wanted to be the best at everything I want break every existing rule or boundary.”

“Then nothing much changed. Myléne?”

“I-i often pretended to be a plant.”

“What a beautiful dream. Okay, Chloé?”

“I wanted to be like my mommy.”

There’s it again! The same expression Mme Bustier had at his answer!

He knew Chloé and her mother didn’t have the best relationship so it was understandable.

But what is wrong with his answer?

He doesn’t have much time to dwell on it as the class broke out into laughter over Sabrina’s childhood dream wanting to be a Rock’n’Roll legend, not being able to imagine it.

Day 15

Wednesday

Free Day

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Adrien and I are walking, arms linked, wearing super cool thorn leather jacket and reflecting sunglasses.

As we walk by you we stop.

“You’re Adrien fucking Agreste!”

“I love you!”

“Give Plagg cheese!”

“Marinette is la-“

“Nu-uh” I shake my head “today’s our free day.”

Adrien continues, “So no angst or reveals or anything for me.”

We continue walking, Adrien showing the peace sign and a middle finger while I simply go with the Rock’n’Roll sign on both hands.

And sunshine child gets the last words as we wander of into the sunset in slow motion.

“Today’s our free day, bitches.”

Day 14

Tuesday

Dreams

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It wasn’t much of a task. They were supposed to write down their childhood dream for class.

But for some reason Adrien had still struggled with the task.

He watched a lot of old recordings and looked at his drawings and some pictures.

In the end, he was satisfied with the outcome of his research.

And Mme. Bustier was now asking everyone what their childhood dream was-is, it depends.

She started with Nino, logically.

“I wanted to be a bubble breathing dinosaur.”

Nino earned a few chuckles for that.

“What a nice dream, Nino. Adrien?”

“Oh, I always wanted to be what my parents want me to be and to make them proud of me.”

“How nice of you, but do you also have a childhood dream of what you wanted to be for yourself and not your parents?”

“I just want to be the perfect son for them and make them proud.”

“Alright. Marinette, what is your childhood dream?”

Adrien felt like he said something wrong, maybe he understood the task wrong.

“I dreamt of being the knitting fairy.”

“Well, you’re on a good way to become a sewing fairy. Alya?”

“I’m not sure miss, I can’t remember and neither can my family.”

“That’s alright, Alya, don’t worry. Ivan?”

“I wanted to have long and pretty hair like my mother.”

“Your hair may not be very long but it’s very pretty. Nathaniel, what about you?”

“I dreamed about being a comedian.”

No, he did understand the task right and he did as told.

“I have to say, some of your comics are pretty funny. Juleka?”

“Do I have to?”

“No, of course not. If you don’t feel comfortable sharing then that’s completely fine. Rose, do you want to share?”

“I wanted to be an angel because they help people like doctors or fairies.”

Maybe Mme Bustier didn’t like his answer, but he fulfilled the task.

Mme Bustier smiles sadly at that.

“You would’ve been the greatest angel. Max?”

“Roboter.”

“I hope building one is as good. Kim?”

“...”

“He fantasized about being a model.”

It was an interesting thought.

“I don’t know if this was you place to answer Alix, but your turn now.”

“I wanted to be the best at everything I want break every existing rule or boundary.”

“Then nothing much changed. Myléne?”

“I-i often pretended to be a plant.”

“What a beautiful dream. Okay, Chloé?”

“I wanted to be like my mommy.”

There’s it again! The same expression Mme Bustier had at his answer!

He knew Chloé and her mother didn’t have the best relationship so it was understandable.

But what is wrong with his answer?

He doesn’t have much time to dwell on it as the class broke out into laughter over Sabrina’s childhood dream wanting to be a Rock’n’Roll legend, not being able to imagine it.

Adrien Agreste September 2021

Day 13

Monday

Meals/Food

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as for today’s one-shot it doesn’t exist just like this topic for Adrien

Adrien Agreste September 2021

Day 11

Saturday

Sacrifice

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A cat’s sacrifice

Every time he died

She never lied

He always came back

Ready to attack

Just like she promised

Cause she was the smartest

And he was a battle artist

But today Hawkmoth

Fought the hardest

He threw them across

Nothing went right

Especially the fight

And when everything was done

They still won

But paid a price

Cat’s last sacrifice

Day 10

Friday

Isolation

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He’s been going to the Francois-Dupont for years now but still wasn’t feeling like he was a part of the inner circle. Like sure he was in the class but he also wasn’t.

He was never there when they hung out at the weekends or after school. And it wasn’t like they aren’t inviting him to tag along, they ask every time, he’s just never allowed.

Sometimes, like right now, the group phones him so he can somehow be there to.

Marinette who is holding the phone sat down next to Alix who was putting on her rollerblades and Nathaniel who is trying to sketch out a new part of the next comic.

“Hey, Kim, can you do a plank, please?”

Kim, Alya and Max stood a bit further from the others talking about something Adrien couldn’t understand through the phone. However, at the mention of Kim’s name they walked over.

“Hey!” Alix punches Nathaniel’s shoulder “I can do a plank too, you know.”

“I know, but you don’t have the kind of statue I’m trying to draw.”

The conversation went on and on and it was great to spend time with his friends but it wasn’t the same.

He just wasn’t a part of the group.

He often felt like no one really took notice of him in those moments. He was happy but still, he just wanted to be there, with them.

He’s just tired of being isolated from... everything.

Day 9

Thursday

Fears

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Adrien woke up around three in the morning, unable to go back to sleep.

So he opened a window and brought his thoughts to paper.

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What if I’m not good enough?

Like I know I’m not perfect and you can always improve but what if I’m just not enough?

I’m sure there are people who would be a better Cat Noir, like Ladybug.

Maybe Ladybug would even love this other Cat Noir?

And father is always disappointed.

Because I disobey his every breath, even though he just wants me to be save and he wants so much for me. But I-I’m just not good enough.

And my friends are the best, I don’t deserve them, no I do deserve them as friends but they, they deserve so much more.

They deserve a friend that can hang out with them, a friend they don’t have to make crazy plans for to hang out with them and... she deserves a friend she doesn’t have to be scared or nervous around.

I am often scared of losing this.

Because all the people in my life deserve so much more.

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He wanted to write more but his hand hurt and the coldness was beginning to hurt.

With that Adrien folded the paper and put it into the drawer with a lock which no one but him and his mother knew how to open. After this he carefully closed the window so black wouldn’t awake from his dreams.

Now he lays in his bed sleeping tight and peaceful.

Day 8

Wednesday

Sentimonster AU

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He was immortal.

The miraculous is indestructible

The Amok had to be captured or the owner of the miraculous had to destroy him.

But his fatter took both, the Miraculous and the amokatized object with him.

And now, hundreds of years later, he was still there, still the same Adrien. Cause at some point he just stopped physically growing.

But his mind was old, very old.

He often tried to find the two objects, but eventually always gave up.

The mansion was unhoused until some years ago were people tore it down to build something new.

So he was homeless since then.

And a stranger whose proposal didn’t go as planned, walks by and tosses the rings into the hat standing in front of Adrien.

He wanted to chase after the man and give them back but, he recognized them. Those were his parents’ rings. Those rings that probably held the amok.

He carefully took them out of the box and, yes. Those are the rings. He could feel it.

Now he only had to break them.

A few hits with a stone and the amok was out.

Now the Amok had to be purified.

Adrien had no idea how-

The amok flew over to a group of playing and laughing and overalls happy kids.

And what is purer than a kids laugh?

Unnoticed he crumbled out of existence.

Day 7

Tuesday

Mom

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He always felt a connection, a bond, to his mother. It was something that couldn’t be explained. It was just so different.

And even after his mother’s death, the bond was still there. The intensity varied from place to a place. It was oddly strong in one of the floors of the house, really no special place. In this place it was like the bond was pulling him towards something underneath the mansion.

The bond was also very present in their favorite park, or an ice cream parlor they often wen,t to or her statue in the garden and her portrait in his father’s studio.

One day the bond was suddenly strong. It was already strong before but this was different as if something activated it and let it’s true power show.

The bond was pulling, no, guiding, him.

Guiding him towards her portrait.

He pressed onto hidden buttons of the drawing, as if it was the most normal thing in the world.

The ground beneath sunk lower. But he didn’t flinch. He knewthis was the right way.

Instead of dirt he saw a grande room with water, trees, butterflies and a casket.

He didn’t need the bond to know that he had to step out of the glass elevator and onto the bridge like metal building and go to it’s very end.

While walking down the path he felt like the main character, he didn’t know if as the hero or as the bad guy. He wasn’t sure about that, but he knew this was important, would change him.

And as he reached the end of it, he saw someone. Someone all to familiar who shouldn’t be here, laying in a casket.

He didn’t know what to do or what to say or... anything.

He just broke down behind the casket not being able to handle seeing his mother like this.

His cries grew quieter over time and he was ready to get back up and face her.

“Emilie, I did it! I fixed it!”

His father. Why had he never told him about this?

Adrien took a few more breaths. Ready to question his father, he stepped out from behind the casket.

“Father, wha-“

Instead of his father there was Hawkmoth standing in front of him, proudly holding up the peacock miraculous.

“A-adrien. What are you doing here?”

“What are youdoing here, father? Why is mother here? A-and why are you Hawkmoth? What is going on?”

Adrien couldn’t hold himself together, he broke down and let everything out. All the bottles up emotions.

Gabriel was shocked to say the least, he didn’t want his son to find out like this.

“Nooroo, dark wings fall.”

The fatherly dude in Gabriel took over seeing Adrien. So he sat down next to Adrien and hugged him.

“I’m sorry.”

Day 6

Monday

Firsts

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please someone tell me what you think

His first word was duck.

It was strange considering, his parents haven’t really told him about ducks. Or the fact that most children say mummy or something because it’s easy and they hear it often. But, no, little Adrien choose duck.

And when he was around 6 maybe, they visited a small lake, with ducks. He ran a bit in front of his parents. So he reached the lake before them.

His parents were caught up in a conversation as they arrived next to their son who was kneeling on the ground with his back turned.

“Adrien? You alright?”

Gabriel’s voice was hesitant as he grabbed his son’s shoulder.

Without a warning Adrien turned around and proudly screamed, “Mummy! Daddy! Look! I have a duck!” And in his hands, he was actually holding a living and breathing duck who was frantically trying to wiggle her way out of the boy’s grip.

Sadly his mom forced him to set the duck, Donald, back onto the ground. And for the rest of the walk his parents held his hands tightly so he wouldn’t capture another duck.

Around 9 years later, his mum passed and he’s now 15, he receives the miraculous of the duck.

The duck miraculous comes with a duck kwami named Daisy, a bow and the power of des-duck-tion. He gave himself the name Sir Duckington.

And now he’s old, has kids, grandkids even and lives on a duck farm. Every duck has a name for example Duck, Donald, Daisy and Sir Duckington, but there were also kids named after his children like Hugo, his love sadly didn’t make it this far so there’s a, no, no duck named bugaboo, but Ladybugs. Thousands of Ladybugs. Only for her, his first love.

Day 5

Sunday

Friends

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He didn’t have many. But those he had were true and he held them dear.

Day 4

Saturday

Plagg

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He’s a pain in his ass.

His best friend.

The sinker of Atlantis.

His kwami.

The one that killed the dinosaurs out (but they still somehow exist?).

He’s in love with cheese, especially Camembert.

He’s quite a handful.

He’s a lot more than words.

Not even his name can completely get him.

Plagg.

“Adrieeeeen~”

“Why are you obsessed over Ladybug?”

“Go. To. Sleep.”

“I love you.”

“I want cheese.”

“I’m hungry.”

Some of his favorite sentences.

But now their time is over.

Every evil is defeated.

And they don’t need them anymore.

Now they’ll have to say Goodbye which is hard.

“I’ll muss you kid and I already told you this but you’re the best Cat Noir I ever had.”

Tears were already welling in Adrien’s eyes because Plagg was the last piece of his family he had. His dad turned out to be Hawkmoth, his mum is dead, ladybug and he still didn’t reveal identities, Nathalie was Mayura and the police thought Gorilla was tangled up in this mess as well.

And now Plagg has to leave him too.

“I don’t want you to go, you’re my best friend and the last family I have. I don’t know how I’ll be strong enough to continue without you at my side.”

Plagg flew to Adrien’s shoulder and hugged him as big as he managed. “I don’t want to leave you either, I-“

“Hey.” Tikki, Ladybug’s kwamis arrived to retrieve the miraculous.

“I’m sorry. Ladybug just-“

Adrien stopped her. “Thank you, Tikki. But I really don’t want to hear about Ladybug.”

“Adrien, we don’t have to do this. You could transform and we would run away and open this shop we talked about and-“

“I’m sorry, Plagg. I wish things could be different but,” Plagg knew that this was going to hurt even more than it did the last time “Plagg, I renounce you.”

With those words Plagg was sucked into the ring. Adrien took the ring of his finger and put it back into the box he had carefully stored away into the top drawer of the small shelf, next to the Camembert.

“Here.”

He handed the box to Tikki and turned away to cry and scream and break down until all his tears were shred, all his screams turned silent and everything inside him was broken to a level not even Cat Noir’s cataclysm could reach.

Day 3

Friday

Origins

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“Plagg?”

“Yes?”

“Where do miraculous come from?”

“From the Miraculous bo-“

“No I mean like why were they made? What was there purpose? Something other than taking down the evil miraculous holder who wouldn’t even exist if there weren’t any Miraculous.”

“Why are you so deep?”

“I mean there are also normal heroes with like powers they have from birth on, so why invent Miraculous?”

“I... don’t know, kid.”

“So you have no idea where you come from or belong?”

“I belong with my holder or in the miracle box.”

“Huh.”

Day 2

Thursday

Fashion/ Modeling

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He had NO sense of fashion, like zero. It was just... non existent.

That meant his father chose his clothing, mostly. Because from now on Adrien wants to choose his own clothing, and to prove to his father that he’s able to do so, he’s going to design something.

His first idea was to make a fashion line, but that would maybe be a bit much, Plagg’s opinion, not his.

“Kid, what are you doing?” Plagg was swallowing Camembert and suspiciously eyeing Adrien.

“I’m taking my measurements.” Adrien tried to press the band to his body, stepping on one end and holding the other pressed to his chest with his chin.

“You know, you could ask your dad or pigtail girl to help you. Your dad does this as a job and pigtail girl hast this as her hobby-“

“No. I need to do this in my own.”

“Su-“ The rest of the word was a loud burp sounding somewhat like ‘re’.

“One; this morning s gross. Two; you’re a Guinea pig. And three; get over here and tell me if this is a 17 or 77!”

“I thought you didn’t need help.”

“Well, it’s-“

“A 77. Even though I don’t know why you’ve put that thing like that. You won’t be able to make anything with that.”

Adrien dropped the band, knowing how dumb he must have looked.

“And what du you know about this?”

“If you believe it or not, I’ve maybe stalked your father during you were homework.”

“Too much information, Plagg. Just take the measurements, please.”

A few minutes later Adrien had his measurements and tried to calculate them with the fabrics and the cuts, which was quite easy as he printed a life sized pattern from the internet in his size.

The night before he had snuck the needed materials from his father’s work space.

He wanted a black hoodie with nearly invisible neon green dots on them and washed out black jeans with a crimson red stripe at each side.

In the end he had something black you could perhaps call an oversized T-shirt in black, with giant green dots painted on them, by himself, cause his father didn’t have the fabric he wanted.

And something went wrong with the pants too. They were a single circle, with one opening, the opening you got in. Which was in Adriens favor. But sadly he only found red jeans fabric, so he used this and Plagg drew a black line around the loop-trouser with a marker.

Adrien still wore it.

He couldn’t walk, so he sat in his spinning chair, with wheels.

He had asked Nathalie to schedule an appointment at the mansions cat walk.

She, Gabriel and Gorilla were waiting for something to happen. And then music started and Adrien wheeled himself down the catwalk trying to be on beat.

He maybe didn’t get a completely own choosing of his wardrobe. But he got to spend time with his father who taught him to sew in the example of Adriens design, how to take measurements, designed a for-fun-only fashion line and chose outfits with Adrien together that they both agreed on he could wear.

So yeah, it turned out pretty well. Maybe not as planned, but still good.