The Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir

Lady of Luck

They told tales about a young woman. 

In a mystical cottage that floated in the clearing of the haunted forest surrounded by curls of fog and mist.

A haunted forest that was filled with creatures called 'akumas'. 

She wouldn't kill them.

But she'd cure them if they ever wandered into the village.

There were those who watched her do it.

They said she was beautiful, but in a way that was powerful.

She always stood tall, shoulders back and chin up.

She walked in a way that struck awe in the hearts of all witnesses.

She cleansed the akumas and lost family would be found again.

Five people.

Five people knew who she was.

These people were her friends and family.

Alya.

Nino.

Sabine.

Tom.

Adrien.

Did I mention that she was in love with Adrien?

No?

Well, she was.

Then she found an akuma named Chat Noir.

He never left the forest.

In fact, he only ever visited her.

He flirted with her endlessly, throwing puns everywhere.

And she had to admit he was rather handsome.

She fell in love with him the day he confessed to loving her since the day he met her.

He asked her to cleanse him so they could be together.

Chat Noir turned out to be Adrien.

He had loved her from the very beginning.

Ever since her big blue eyes struck lightning in his soul.

She loved him forever.

But alas, she was immortal.

And he wasn't.

The only beings who were immortal were her and the akumas.

And she had cleansed him already.

Of course, with this heartbreak, it wouldn't be hard to get akumatised again.

But akumas always had the urge to destroy.

She wanted to save him from that.

Four people.

Four people knew who she was.

Alya.

Nino.

Sabine.

Tom.

She had erased all memory of her from everyone else.

Even her love.

All that was left in Adrien's heart of her was a strange fire crackling whenever he heard the stories told about the girl in the haunted forest.

In a floating cottage.

Surrounded by curls of fog and mist.

Dancing with fairies and woodland creatures and singing.

The Lady of Luck, they called her.

But only four knew her as Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the girl who didn't deserve to live without allowing herself to love.