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(c) "Miraclous: The Lost Memoirs" written by XxScarletxRosexX
(c) All characters mentioned belongs to Thomas Astruc's "Miraculous Ladybug"

Summary:

It is far from coincidences that these miraculous jewels ended in Marinette's and Adrien's possession. Their kwamis claim that they have been specifically chosen as the sole protectors against evil. But when an akuma returns a forgotten past, it unravels an unforeseen destiny of their Miraculous predecessors' lives. Their decisions, from this moment forward, could possibly alter the true meaning of their existences and their destinies.

Her frame was trembling, fists like iron shackles shook by her sides. Her ivory teeth clenched, grinding against one another like a nail would scrape a chalkboard. The ultimatum echoed through her ears like a ghost of a trailing bell. With each repetition, the words grew with such fortissimo it left her disoriented, and carpeted with goose bumps from her neck down in its wake.

"Take another step and I'll take his miraculous and send him straight to the afterlife," Lucky Chance threatened as she held onto an unconscious Chat Noir by the collar, and hung his suspended body over the Seine. "His miraculous or yours."

By the triple-pulsed sharp cry, emitting from Chat Noir's ring, Marinette knew that she had no time to reason through the ultimatum; and for once in her life, her luck had run out.

Her Lucky Charm had failed her and was quickly deflected by Lucky Chance's retaliation-it was the first time anyone has ever seen through her attack. After many eventful encounters as Ladybug, her practiced ears recognized a notation of high pitched squeals that indicated two obsidian spots on her earrings. She couldn't risk engaging into another battle, even if she had a slim chance of victory. She recognized her strength; and thus far, Lucky Chance had proved to be a worthy adversary of them all.

As her shuddering hands reached for earrings, chants of apologies swam through her head, manifesting into a tangible sea of scalding liquid within her line of vision. She held the tears at bay when she surrendered her miraculous jewels.

"Huh," Lucky Charm scoffed whilst snatching the two earrings from Marinette's palms, "you should be grateful that I'm only taking your ring instead of his. But…" Her hand had released her hold on Chat Noir, sending him straight into the Seine. "I never said that I would keep him alive!" she threw her head back and released an icy cackle when she witnessed Ladybug's horror-struck expression. Before Lucky Chance could utter a single word, Ladybug dashed over the concrete banister and dove straight into the Seine. Leaning over the concrete, she cupped her free hand at the corner of her mouth and hollered, "Au revoir, Ladybug!" Then with a swift turn of her body, sending a lengthy pair of dark, wispy ponytails trailing behind her, she faded into the darkness.

Fortunately, it had been Chat Noir's second blinking paw that had led Marinette straight to him, at an estimate of ten feet away from her. Her dive had managed to bring her two feet closer to him, whereas closing the gap was left to extraneous energy. Her ears drowned from the sound of her drumming heart and a repetition of pregnant popping sounds by the second. As she continued swimming towards Chat, the more uncomfortable her abdomen crushed her chest of air. Her actions began to tire, and a sense of panic had almost overwhelmed her due to a burning sensation erupting from her chest. Regardless, his green light beckoned to her like a light of hope. She was only a foot away from him, and all she needed was another kick or two to touch him. Despite the dark murky water, she kicked towards him, and quickly secured her arms around his waist. With what's left of her functioning conscious, her free hand grabbed the staff hanging from his back and directed the extending end to the depths of the river. Using it as leverage, she held the tip of the end as it shot them straight back into the surface.

Resurfacing with a duet of throaty coughs and scalding inhalations, Marinette's worried gaze fell on her partner. "Chat! Are you okay?" she inquired worriedly, but only silence had greeted her back. She had continued calling his name as she continued to swim down two arches, in the direction of the Eiffel Tower, despite her agonizing muscles. When he had not responded, she used the hand that held the shrunken staff to switch places with the former arm wrapped around his waist. Then with her free hand, she quickly grabbed his wrist and monitored for a pulse. Her heart appeared to stop after several attempts of searching for his pulse, but luckily she was able to find it. From that point on, Marinette had been calling Chat's name over and over, in hopes of stirring him out of consciousness. However, his unresponsive state had only stressed her more. She forced her emotions at bay while she was still paddling along the Pont d'Iéna, but time seemed to stretch on. It had felt like hours had passed when she had finally brought them to safety. With one hand tucked under Chat's arm, she hoisted one leg over the edge, followed by her second leg. Gently, she lifted Chat over the edge, and used her thighs to serve as his makeshift pillow for the time being as she caught her breath.

After a few moments, his ring began to chirp intensely, and Marinette quickly sprung up on her knees and carried the unconscious boy into the shadows of the Pont d'Iéna, where she resumed lying his head on her lap, where he was able to revert back to his normal form privately. Peering into the darkness, she searched for his lips and brought her hovering ear to his lips and nose for a sign of his breathing. Adrenaline pumped through her veins when she sensed no signs of breathing. Although, when she rechecked his pulse, and startled momentarily at the flesh contact of his skin, she was able to locate it.

"Chat, come on!" she croaked, feigning her confident persona. "Your transformation wore off! Come on, Chat!" At that moment, all the emotions she restrained from anxiety and panic had overwhelmed her as she shook Chat. "Please! Open your eyes, Chat!" her voice cracked. "Come on!" She shook him harder, "I swear!-"

Marinette couldn't bring herself to finish her threat, because her body had already prepped into CPR mode, and her lips were preoccupied with locking her lips over his as she sent a lungful of air. She withdrew and inhaled another lungful of air before locking her lips over his once more and repeated the process. She did this for a third time, when she felt warm water fill her lips and withdrew. Then with his head lolling to the side, he coughed out several mouthfuls of water.

"Chat!" she croaked, despite her uncomfortably, scratchy throat. She was unaware that she had been crying, until she felt his large hands gently cradle her face. His thumbs softly caressed beneath her eyes, wiping away the scalding tears.

"Shh… sh, sh, sh, sh…" he hushed her gently. He pulled away gently in order to sit up and reach for her through the murky shadows. Allowing this one opportunity, Marinette returned the gesture and melted against his touch. "It's alright, I'm here with you," he whispered against her hair, over the muffled sobs against his chest. "You did well, My Lady."

By the way her balled hands gripped his drenched shirt and trembled uncontrollably, Adrien realized that this was the first time he had ever witnessed Ladybug appear so fragile before him. A part of him was grateful that he had gone through a near death experience, just to see this side of her, but another part of him was enraged at himself for worrying her to death. The latter thought had faded as he enjoyed the heartfelt moment with the woman of his dreams cradled in his arms. No matter how much he had wished for this moment to prolong into the night, the sweet exchange was short lived the moment Ladybug spoke.

"Chat, we need to go."

"Mm," he responded.

"I'm glad that you're alive and well too, but I hope you realize that your ring wore off."

"What?!" he exclaimed, retracting suddenly. Then he fell into a pregnant, awkward silent before continuing. "Did-by chance… did you-do you…?"

"No," she answered earnestly. "Right before you transformed back, I hauled you into the darkness."

"You make it sound like I'm some sort of baggage," Adrien whined.

"Well… you are kind of heavy after all that work I did to get you here," Marinette clarified.

"I know you don't mean that," he crooned affectionately, cupping her face gently.

When Marinette sensed his breath nearing her face, her heart had jerked suddenly, but she couldn't bring herself to pull away. She felt his warm forehead connect against hers, and with baited breath, she expected his lips to advance towards her. She would be withdrawing at this point, but she was tired, and something about Chat's embrace provided a safe haven to rest. She just wanted to sleep. But she also wanted to wake up from this nightmare of realization that Tikki was gone.

Closing his eyes and feeling her warmth against his skin, he breathed out, "Thank you… For risking your life just so you could save mine."

"Always, Chat…" she whispered while overlapping her hands over his hands, "you're my partner after all."

With a reluctant sigh, Adrien had pulled away first when he sensed Plagg tap against his thigh. He picked up his small kwami first before standing up and offering a hand to his female companion. "I guess I'll call it a night, but will you be alright?"

"Yeah… I just need a moment…"

"You must be tired," he perceived worriedly, "want me to carry you?"

"And your secret identity?" she indicated flatly.

"I don't care if you know it or not," Adrien answered sincerely, "I've told you before that when it comes to you, I trust you completely."

"I understand, Chat, but just not now…" Marinette answered tiredly.

Picking up the mood, Adrien dropped his probing and decided to walk away. But before doing so, he attempted leave her on a light-hearted note. "I know, but feel free to gaze as I walk away."

"Haha," she sighed, "in your dreams."

"I'll be counting on it!" she imagined him wearing a cheeky grin. "I'll see you again, My Lady."

"Goodbye… for now," she called back softly.

As Adrien had walked away, it had never came into realization that something had gone amiss by the way she had said those departing words.

A/N:

Happy Thanksgiving, everyone! I'm so grateful for all of you guys and for all the support you've given me to continue writing for 5 years now! 3

I've had this headcanon running inside my head for some time now. I was so stoked when I saw other users incorporate this specific headcanon in an art and it just motivated me to write about it!

S/O to Kuro-D for helping me with the ideas.

I'm excited to hear what you guys think so far! Leave a comment and tell me what you think will happen in the future