Disclaimer: Don't own Miraculous Ladybug, the idea was inspired by this anime called Zero no tsukaima, but the plot is mine:}
I welcome you guys to my story! Beware, ur in for a scare, I'm kidding… maybe not. I would love to hear what you guys think, I don't bite, no pun intended. Enjoy!
"On a wizard's seventeenth birthday, a wizard shall be destined to a familiar demon. The demon would forever be bound to their wizard, until the day their wizard dies. They would protect them, guide them, and would hold a special kind of love for them. It is not uncommon for a demon to fall in love with their wizard, particularly if their wizard is the demon's Miraculous Chosen. They're basically the missing puzzle piece, the key to their heart, to make them feel complete. However, it's extremely rare, but still possible. Until, this century, that is. A star-crossed story that turned itself into a legendary tale. A tale about a girl, a human girl no less, who became destined to a prince demon and was now his Miraculous Chosen. They were known as the miraculous legends. I'm getting ahead of myself, let's start to very beginning to how it all began…''
Wrote by: The Miraculous Master
Introduction
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Prologue
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Yesterday was my birthday, but I didn't particularly care for the age I have now become. I, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, am now seven-teen-years old, one year closer of becoming an adult. When I would turn eighteen, I shall celebrate it at my favorite Chinese restaurant and rely on a fortune cookie that I would receive there. My future for me was blank as a book with no print. I needed a salient quote to guide me to my future. Fashion always glittered in my mind like a twinkling star. As long as I could remember, I've always wanted to be a fashion designer. I liked how I could weave something through my needle and thread, and turn it into something miraculous. Like how Rumpelstiltskin made straw into gold through his spinning wheel. My heart was set on being a fashion designer, so it would be silly of me not to pursue that for my future.
Something I couldn't explain nagged at me in the back of my mind. I was waiting for something, something to fiddle with my life like it was a yo-yo all over again. My best friend, Alya Cesaire, disappeared from the ends of the Earth. I may be a little dramatic here, but it's kinda of the truth. After Alya's seventeenth birthday, she dropped out of school and her maman told me that she was accepted to a school outside the country. I knew my friend, we've been friends since the eighth grade, she would tell me something important about her schooling in another country!
Alya portrayed herself as assertive and no bullshit, she would tell me about things before she could articulate it to herself further. Alya spoke her mind and never really bottled her emotions up. She spoke loud and proud, no matter if it should be said out loud or not. A part of me admired and envied that aspect of her. I kept everything in, I was tongue-tied to stick up for myself, and very self-conscious. Now, she was gone, and I really had no one else to give me an encouraging push to be my true self. The realization of this made me awfully alone and sad.
I looked up at the moon, I freaked a bit, at how it was shadowed like a prowling spider. I hurried my strides to get home, trying not to spook myself out more. My parents gave me a lot of Eros for my birthday, so I didn't hesitate to head to my favorite store for aspiring fashion designers. I must have been in there longer than I thought because it was now nighttime. I whistled a tune, to calm my nerves, hating how the streets of Paris was quiet as the dead for some reason. Okay, I so shouldn't have compared it to the dead, it made my heart beat a lot faster.
My body felt a presence behind me. I bit my lip, continuing with my fast pace, but it seemed to encourage my prowler to walk faster as well. I stopped before I vigorously hit my supposed stalker's face with my shopping bag. I heard a grunt, a sound of cane dropping, and a bone cracking. My eyes widened at the old man on the sidewalk. In a lot of pan, who seemed to have held a lot of boxes, given to that the closed boxes laid everywhere.
"Oh my gosh, I am sorry, sir. Please let me help you," I said frantically as I neatly stacked his peculiar boxes.
"It's my fault, I shouldn't have startled you like that. I just really needed help carrying these boxes, since my bones ain't like they used to be," The old man chuckled humorously while I helped him up gently.
"You could have asked me, I wouldn't have mind," I replied with politeness.
"My fault again, I was sort out of breath…" He wheezed out before he coughed out blood.
"Oh my goodness, do you need to see a doctor, sir?!" I exclaimed worriedly.
"No, dear, this is just what happens when you become as old as me. Could you be so kind by helping me carry these boxes to my shop? I promise, it's just down the corner," He sincerely said with a tinge of hope.
I couldn't say no to this poor old man. I always tried to help my elders, it was a forced habit that never died. I quickly messaged my mom on my phone about making a quick detour before coming home. Also, I quickly checked I had the pepper spray in my purse, just in case this man tried to pull any monkey business.
I nodded my head as I followed right behind him.
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"If you don't mind me asking, what kind of store do you own?" I questioned casually as we walked inside his darken shop.
"I'm a fortune teller, my dear!" He proclaimed proudly as the lights flicked on by itself.
"Woah…" I said in astonishment while I settled the heavy boxes on the counter.
The shelves held pretty color bottles, charms, and withered books. The walls bled, they weren't actually bleeding, but it was red as the fires of Hell. What made me a little uneasy was the eerie paintings that dotted the walls. I hated being looked at, I knew they're just paintings, but it felt like they could look right through my soul and wanted to claim it as their own. Not daring to look them in the eyes any longer, my eyes began to wander to the back, where a curtain blocked it for an easy entrance. I felt extreme curiousness to what laid behind the curtain.
"Do you want your fortune read, no charge for your kind gesture?" He persuaded, which was oh so tempting.
"I don't know, it's already late as it is…" I pondered as I bit my lip in contemplation.
"Hallowes' Eve shall approach thee soon, why not humor yourself for a little fun?" He asked cryptically.
"Okay…" I said in defeat, but deep down, I was highly intrigued.
He went in first, then he beckoned me to enter, in a chilling voice. I raised my eyebrow a bit when he no longer wore a red Hawaiian shirt. In place, he wore a black robe, and he rubbed his beard like Dumbledore from Harry Potter.
"I, the great Master Fu, shall tell thee your future. Come sit, my child, your destiny awaits," I obliged before I sat behind the crystal ball.
"Give thee, your palms, it shall unravel yourself," I hesitantly gave him my hands as he observed my palms.
"By Gods, I have never seen these markings on a human before," Master Fu. mumbled to himself, but I was available to pick up his gibberish.
"Pardon?" I piqued in confusion, almost swooning that ordinary me had special palms.
"You see this, child, your right palm has lines formed into a ladybug," My eyes widened when he was indeed right. I never noticed, but when I saw it through this angel, I could see a small ladybug.
"What does that mean?" I asked when I felt the room a little suffocating.
"I apologize, the demons in here, tend to suffocate the room," He muttered under his breath, which made my heart quicken in fright.
"It means you're a lucky charm, you bring light to people's inner demons, and that there's always a light at the end of the tunnel," Master Fu. answered, "But you also attract the darkness, and you shall soon be attracted to someone who is the darkness…" He finished with a hint of sadness.
"I'm sorry, I'm afraid I don't understand. I always try to look the good in people, true, even if it's quite hard sometimes. However, I'm no one's lucky charm, I'm clumsy with a capital C!" I exclaimed with frustration.
"You are a lucky charm, Marinette, in more ways than one," He argued with a hint of mischievousness.
"Hold on, how do you know my name?" I asked as I slowly sat myself up.
"I've known you for a long time, Marinette, it was fated for you to come upon my shop. You're a lost soul, something is missing in your life, and I know you want someone to push yourself further." His words threw me because it was like he knew me at the back of his hand.
"Who are you, really!" I asked defiantly, despite the turmoil of fear inside me.
"I'll explain everything, I just need you to open this box for me," Mr. Fu. answered as he pulled out an ancient box.
"And if I don't…" I replied hotly.
"Well, then you'll never know of what your friend Alya discovered in there," Okay, that caught my interest.
I opened the box and frowned at what I saw. A yin and yang symbol stood in the middle, there was gibberish writing around it, and I think it was written in Latin. I cursed for only knowing English and a little bit of Chinese. I poked my finger when I touched the yin and yang symbol. My blood circulated around the symbol before it disappeared. My eyes widened when the words translated into French. I took a deep breath and found myself reading out loud:
"I call thee forward my familiar, who settles at the bottoms of Hell
Join me by my side, I am not afraid of you,
Let's do a good deed, you may not take my soul, Chat Noir,"
I shivered at the name from the tip of my tongue, then I was blinded by a radiant light, and stood dumbfounded. The yin and yang symbol opened, revealing a ring, which made made me observe the texture.
"Are you my wizard, my purrincess?" Someone asked, earning me to squeak like a mouse.
I turned and faced a man who was indeed not human. He reminded of me of a cat demon. He had cat ears, with a black tail, and his eyes were red. What shocked me was that he literally got down on one knee; he put his claw hand in mine, and kissed them with the tip of his lips.
"I promise to protect thee, as your familiar. You have my word, my lady," I think I'm going to faint by his chivalrous words that died a long time ago.
Wait, why was he getting close to me? Then, he gently pressed his lips to mine. I've read a lot of romance books, I'm enlightened about what kissing should feel like, and it's totally different than the real thing. My body was way more sensitive, I felt blind, and the pressure on my lips were my only eyes. He slowly pulled away and whispered in my ear.
"The kiss of death, is the taste of the forbidden fruit…." He purred at my gasp. I felt lightheaded, then I leaned against his body, and darkness consumed me.