A pretty detailed explanation of the entire story that unfolds between multiple songs by the 1975.
Okay so no one i know irl wants to hear this so i’m just gonna yap about it here and hope that someone sees it.
So it all starts with “an encounter”. The song itself, is a beautiful instrumental which slowly builds up, and then eventually, fades out. It’s meant to represent love at first sight between our two characters.
The next song is “robbers”, which talks about their relationship and its strange and complicated nature and how even though they’re going through really weird stuff together, they’re still gonna stick with eachother.
Now, moving on to the next album, the next song is “a change of heart” which is pretty self explanatory. it talks about about how he had a change of heart and realised that he’s actually not as in love with her as he thought he was. The songs lyrics reference lyrics from songs from the previous album multiple times.
Examples:
“you used to have a face straight out of a magazine now you just look like anyone” - a change of heart
“she had a face straight out a magazine” - robbers
“i never found love in the city” - a change of heart
“yeah you wanna find love, then you know where the city is” - the city
“you played a part, this is how it starts” - a change of heart
“this is how it starts” - sex
For two albums, there was no continuation to this story. Until “being funny in a foreign language” came out in october 2022. This album has a ton of bangers, however there is really only one song that relates to this story. It’s called “about you”. This song talks about how even after they broke up, and all these years have passed, he still thinks about her. all the time. the song has a very obvious theme as the most repeated lyric in the song is “do you think i have forgotten about you?”. We do also get a verse from the girls perspective in this song, but it mostly just says the same stuff that the rest of the song says and basically also say that she misses matty and thinks about him a lot all the time.
warnings: none, just fluffy domestic matty & nora. Enjoy!
He awakens to the blanket being pulled away from him. He turns in the direction of the disturbance and sees the vision before him. His beloved enrobed in a comforter warmly, breathing calmly, hair sprawled across the pillow, skin looking deliciously soft, hands wrapped around each other as if she is trying to hold onto this peace as best as she can.
His eyes well up and heart soars. He can’t believe she is his, for life, for eternity. Until death do they part. He quickly takes a swig of the cold water on the side table to ensure he isn’t dreaming and she isn’t a figment of his imagination. Water slides down his throat and some out of the corners of his mouth as he gulps.
He certainly won’t be able to go back to bed now. Not now that he can no longer wait to spend the rest of his waking moments with her at his side. He remembers her going to bed around 2am last night, spending the whole evening at their dining table in front her laptop downing mugs of coffee over some work materials she had to have ready by Monday. He remembers her picking at her cuticles, biting her lips, pacing back and forth in their kitchen when she would hit a mental block. He also remembers a first date where she said she loves American breakfasts. Bacon, pancakes the whole lot.
He jumps out of bed, now with motivation to start his day off at a bright and early 7am. He throws a comb across his curls, slaps a squirt of gel in them, brushes his teeth with the minty toothpaste she bought him from the shop last week, tosses on his slippers and a robe and makes a beeline for the living room like a kid on Christmas.
He places her favorite Frank Sinatra record on the record player, grabs some boxed mix for the pancakes since he made them too floury last time and gets out the pack of bacon from their fridge. He starts frying the bacon, being extra careful to not burn it. Grabbing a bowl, he makes the pancake mix and plops it into silver dollar size shapes on the hot pan.
Feeling satisfied with himself, he sets up some orange juice, utensils, glasses and coffee by the table. Checking the pancakes once more, he starts slowly singing the Frank song to himself - careful not to wake the sleeping beauty above him.
“I’d sacrifice anything, come what might for the sake of having you near.” He croons to himself.
Pulling the bacon off the pan and plating it with a little maple syrup, he begins swaying to the band’s melody. He delicately places the pancakes on the dish he set out that has one of her paintings glazed onto it. His favorite in their collection.
He feels eyes on his back and relaxes when he smells her sweet vanilla and coffee perfume come near him.
“Morning, my sunflower.” He quietly states in awe of the vision. Her green orbs sweetly staying locked onto his brown ones. Her hair an absolute state. His long sleeve adorably swamping her figure, but still revealing her 12 tattoo on her thigh. His matching one on his chest, right above his heart which feels like it is going a mile a minute. Unfreezing from her trance, he remembers the food.
“Made some breakfast for you, didnt want to wake ya since youve been stressed with work lately.” He quickly adds in hopes that she will appreciate his sweet gesture.
It is music to her ears, the Sinatra record now fading to a halt. She smiles, eyes pooling at his constant attention to her.
“Hungry?” he asks delicately, hopefully.
He just wants a nice, peaceful morning with his girl. He just wants this moment to last a lifetime. Them. In their kitchen. In their home.
“Starving, actually!” she states in delight at her kind, wonderful, thoughtful love. She bolts towards him, wrapping her arms around his neck. Kissing him on every square inch of his face.
“Well, then lets eat, My dear. Been up hours waiting for you.” He truthfully finishes before they work their way to the food and sit peacefully enjoying their morning. She babbles on about wanting to go to the farmer’s market, maybe the movies later. All he can think to himself is that when she speaks, it sounds like singing.
He nods, agreeing to their plans and continues to lovingly admire the love of his life.
The mimic warfare of the evening became at last as wearisome to me as the routine of school in the morning because I wanted real adventures to happen to myself. But real adventures, I reflected, do not happen to people who remain at home: they must be sought abroad.
Crumbled rooftops of ruined buildings filled the night view. Smoke rose up in small clouds in some places. The devastation seemed to stretch as far as the eye could see. The national symbol, the Eiffel Tower, was nowhere to be seen.
The city was devoid of life. No lights shone other than the streetlights that were still functional, or the busted and upside down vehicles left in the wake of the battle. No sound could be heard other than a siren or two in the far distance. There was not a single soul out in the chilly weather.
And yet, a small shadow appeared, jumping over the rubble on the horizon. It was fast and slick, in figure of a young man but as graceful as a feline. Of course, it was Chat Noir.
He landed his last jump on a clearing and surveyed the area. Upon better inspection, one could notice that he was not in his top form – he looked tired and worn out, his suit dusty. However, he was still ever vigilant, as if on a regular patrol. Though, something was amiss here as well – his partner wasn’t anywhere around. Ladybug was missing.
He straightened up and started walking through the rubble. It looked as if the state of things was nothing unfamiliar to him, like it was this way for quite some time. But what had happened? What could possibly cause this much damage to the city; and where was the heroine that could miraculously turn everything back to the way it was?
Something cracked behind the crumbled wall above him. He quickly turned to it, taking a battle-ready stance, glowing cat-eyes intently focusing at the top. Light shone behind it, coming from somewhere below, making it hard for a human eye to tell what could appear.
A shadow about his size with pointy animal ears rose up. A pair of luminous yellow eyes gazed at him. Chat hissed out of pure reflex.
The apparition stared at him for a few seconds, with a single blink. Then, in a manner not so different from him, started to descend carefully.
Chat quickly grabbed the baton from his back and extended it to a staff length, ready for action. He waited for the creature’s... or, this person’s next move.
The figure’s features started getting discernible as it came out of the shadow of the wall, taking form of a human in a suit covered in fur. The glowing eyes never lost contact with his.
Now fully visible, it stopped, revealing the appearance of a girl in a grey and white wolf costume. Her hair was silvery and messy, almost like that of a werewolf. The mask covered most of her face, only revealing the lower part of her nose and cheeks, and her mouth; it was white around her eyes, with big round marks of the same color in place of her eyebrows; the sides of it had a more furry texture, which gave it additional animal resemblance. The eyes barely appeared human, having almost no sclera, and were surrounded by a thick black rim.
Chat Noir stayed alert, muscles tense; ready to jump into a fight at any second. But... it never started.
The stare locked with his was equally intense, analyzing, waiting for a strike. However, there was something else.... Her posture somehow didn’t exude malicious intent, but caution, alertness. For reasons unknown, it put his mind at ease a bit.
“.... Who are you?” he demanded, not letting his guard down.
The stranger’s eyes quickly scanned him, as if searching for something. They stopped on his right hand and stayed there for a few moments. Suddenly, her body eased up, losing almost all wariness.
“.... You’re the wearer of the Black Cat Miraculous,” she stated rather than asked, in a deep yet young voice.
“Who wants to know?!” he repeated, a little more aggressively this time, pointing his baton at her. The person straightened.
“I am Luna*, holder of the Lone Wolf** Miraculous,” she answered firmly, yet calm.
Chat’s brows under the mask furrowed deeper. “Never heard of you,” he said distrustfully.
She was unfazed. “You were not supposed to,” she said. “I’m not from around here.”
“... Well you can go back to wherever you came from,” he told her with animosity. “I don’t need your help.”
“Doesn’t look like it...” Luna said in a lower tone, surveying their surroundings. He heard her loud and clear though.
“... I said –“ he began, charging at her; he swung his weapon to hit her, but instead it hit the ground, as she jumped away “– I don’t need you!”
The wolf-girl landed on all four, with the ease of any other superpowered human being. However, she did nothing else, only kept observing him.
“... I’m not going to tell you for the third time,” Chat warned her, pointing at her again, “go away or I’ll make you go away!”
She seemed to have taken that into consideration. However, she stood up, still facing him, and said: “I don’t think I can do that.”
The cat-themed superhero took an offensive stance. “Fine,” he spat in a low voice, “have it your way...!” Then he rushed at her.
He attacked as if with a sword. However – not only did he completely miss the target, his staff was deflected and he got sent in an entirely different direction. But he wasn’t disarmed.
He turned around and, with a battle cry, tried once more. This time, his weapon was seized and he received a hit right in the head, which left him staggering away. He had to let go of the baton because he almost ended up in a lock that threw him to the ground.
He turned to his opponent. She held his weapon in one of her hands, standing calmly. Then she threw it somewhere far off to the side.
He was angry, agitated, and he was tired. There was no more room for playing, no more patience for prolonged battles.
“Cataclysm!” he shouted, calling his power of destruction. That took this self-proclaimed Miraculous holder somewhat aback.
This time, he ran at her ready, gathering all the strength and focus he had left.
But before his hand made a connection with anything, he was swiftly grabbed by the arm, which ended up in a lock between both of hers, then he got forced onto the ground with it behind his back, his hand never making contact with anything. She was down beside his right side, and had him pinned firmly enough that he could only yelp in pain when he tried to move.
“I am not here to fight you,” she told him.
“Really?” he asked through gritted teeth. “Why are you here then?...”
Luna took a quick look around. “From the looks of things... someone needs help.”
“Right,” Chat mocked, “and you just happened to be a passing Good Samaritan...”
She didn’t reply right away. She took a deep breath, then spoke: “Something called my Miraculous here. As much as I’ve been informed, it’s how it works. Another wielder needs help; and if it’s not you, then it’s someone else...”
He took a moment to let that sink in. There wasn’t anyone else that needed help, as much as he knew. Not unless you count the person who started this mess... but he would hardly say they needed any help – more like assistance, which they were obviously getting at the moment.
“Would you kindly get off me then?” he said while wiggling, deciding to play along.
She looked down at the blackened hand she was holding behind his back. “Not with your destructive power charged up like this...” she said. “... That is your power... right?” she added with a bit more uncertainty.
Chat tried to look at her. “Are you kidding me right now?!?” he asked in utter annoyance. She said nothing.
Minutes passed and they were still in the same check-mate position. “... So how long do you plan on keeping me like this?” he asked. “Until I start starving to death?*** Or are you waiting for backup?”
She grumbled a bit. “... Is there really no way for me to gain your trust?” she asked in discontent.
He gave it a quick thought. He could ask her to let him go again, but she obviously didn’t trust him not to attack her with his Cataclysm.
So what else could he do? He needed to know if she was telling the truth – but how could he learn that?...
“... I’ll let you go,” she suddenly said, as if she read his mind, “but only if you can guarantee me that you won’t attack the moment I do.”
He was silent for a second. “I give you my word as a superhero,” he said.
She looked down at him in bewilderment. “Are you serious?!” she protested. “What kind of proof do I have that you even are one??”
He couldn’t believe what he was hearing.
“Proof?? I-wha-...” he couldn’t even form a sentence. “....Where the heck are you even coming from?!”
That now left her speechless. Since she wasn’t responding, he added: “I’m Chat Noir! Paris’ most beloved superhero! I’ve been fighting to protect this city alongside Ladybug for years and you don’t know who I am???”
Her silence spoke volumes.
He growled. “Alright! I promise you I won’t attack you – but if this is a trick then you’ll get what’s coming to you!” he shouted relaxing under her completely.
The girl hesitated for a moment, but then slowly let go of his arm – and since he just moved to look at her, she steadily backed away from him. Chat Noir stood up, though not without wariness.
The wolf-girl slowly put her hands up, standing just out of reach of his quickest attack. “... Can we talk now?” she asked.
Her gloves looked more like actual paws than hands, he noticed – with claws smaller than his and even having pinkish pads on the palms’ side. “I’m listening,” he said.
It took her a moment to collect her composure. “... I’m coming from far away and, as I’ve told you, my Miraculous has served as a compass to where I needed to get. I don’t know who I’ve been drawn to – I just know that I’ve either arrived at my destination, or I’m very close to it.”
He looked her up and down, Cataclysm steadily boiling in his hand. “What is your Miraculous?” he asked her.
“The Moon zipper pull,” she answered, showing him a flat sphere-shaped pendant hanging underneath the thick decorative fur that went around her neck.
“... And what is its power?” he inquired further.
“It’s..... it’s kind of complicated. It can let multiple wielders exchange their superpowers among themselves, but only after they’ve formed a firm bond.”
Chat was frowning before she even finished that sentence. “So that’s the catch?” he said full of resentment. “You want to trick more Miraculous holders into trusting you so you could have more power?”
This time, it was her that frowned irritably at him. “I just told you it doesn’t work unless there is an actual positive bond among the wielders. The Miraculous can sense it, and it won’t let it work if there isn’t any.”
It may have seemed as a lie at first – but he knew that the magical jewelry really did work in such ways. He wondered for a moment what could happen if there wasn’t a bond – but it would probably mean nothing would come out of it, so he dropped the subject.
“... In any case,” she continued, “that’s not what I’m here for.”
“Oh?” Chat asked in surprise. “What then?”
She calmed herself before continuing: “... The Miraculous of the Lone Wolf has served as a guide, a teacher, in times when other wearers would need it. The role has been passed down for thousands of years. I am currently the last one in that line.”
Chat stared at her in silence for a couple of moments before bursting into laughter. “You mean to tell me that I’m supposed to be tutored by you or something?”
Her serious expression showed she found nothing funny about that statement. The cat-themed superhero continued to laugh.
This sounded more like a joke than anything near truth. There was no way someone nobody ever even mentioned would show up out of nowhere and then tell him that he needed to be trained by them. Not to mention it was someone who appeared to be his own age and didn’t look superior in anything compared to him, other than greater animalistic appearance.
“I don’t see why that’s so funny,” she simply said. “I get that you still don’t trust me to be of help to you... but the need for more training on your part was more than evident in the clash we just had.”
The direct blow to his pride made him shut up in an instant. “... Listen you,” he said pointing at her threateningly, “I’ve been training martial arts for as long as I can remember – and I have all the proof I need that I am one of the best in all the competition I had to this day!”
She was not convinced. “Perhaps your competition was not fitting enough, if the state of this city is to be taken as a display of your abilities.”
Chat was livid. Before he could manage to say anything, something else occurred to her. “Or.... Don’t tell me you are responsible for this mess?” she was now the one to look at the other as the potential threat.
Chat gave up. “Please tell me you are joking with me...!” he groaned with his head turned to the heavens, arms going limply down by his side. The display, however, seem to make the girl believe he was not the bad guy.
“... What the heck have you been fighting then?...” she asked, concern back in her tone.
“... Everything!!” he shouted at her. “Every single villain and monster Hawk Moth**** sent my way! Not to mention on my own!”
Luna’s expression started to turn to that of sympathy. “... I’m tired –“ he continued “ – tired of having to deal with this on a daily basis; tired of having to run and find other solutions on how to deal with things, because Ladybug is not here to help me and make the bad stuff go away!” He paused. “... I am done with going easy on everyone and everything – and if you have been sent by Hawk Moth, you can turn around, go back to him, and tell him that I will Cataclysm everything else he sends my way straight into oblivion!”
Luna held her hands up in the air in order to calm him down, and it seemed that it worked, because the black-suited superhero put a hand over his mask and started to do just that. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.... I’m just a little.....”
“... Antagonized,” she finished for him. “Yeah, I can see.”
He took a minute to cool down and steady his breathing – then looked back at her and remembered that he was still at a standstill with the unfamiliar girl.
“So...” he started “... what are we supposed to do now? You still haven’t given me any firm evidence that you aren’t one of Shadow Moth’s***** lackeys.”
The girl could tell as much herself. “... So there’s nobody else you trust that I can talk to? A mentor, or another holder at least?...”
He wouldn’t have sent her to another holder even if there were any, just to be on the safe side for them. “No,” he answered.
The stranger thought further.
“... What about your Kwami?” she offered. “We can let them talk to each other, mine and yours. They are probably acquainted.”
Now there was a thought that could work. Only one problem – it would mean he would have to detransform, and he would be at his most vulnerable. It was way too risky.
Reading his inner conflict, she added: “... If it makes you feel safer, I’ll detransform first. Just.... I’d like to do it somewhere where you can’t see me. You can pick the spot.”
That would make him feel safer, but.... he still had no proof she was even human – for all he knew, she could be a Sentimonster or even something new; he had run-ins with all kinds of different stuff during his time as a superhero and he had every reason to be wary.
“... OK,” he accepted. “But I wanna see your Kwami.”
She nodded in agreement.
He couldn’t tell if that would make him believe more, but – push comes to shove, he could transform quickly after letting Plagg out and make a run for it. He just needed to set the stage right.
He looked around, trying to find a good spot. “There,” he pointed at a half-crumbled wall. “You can detransform there and I’ll do it not far from you.”
She looked at where he pointed, gave him another brief nod, and jumped down to the place.
Before joining her, he remembered he hadn’t picked up his staff. He walked to where she was standing when she threw it away and crouched down at the end of the platform, looking for it.
She noticed what he was doing before she went to arranged cover. “... I think I threw it – ...” She didn’t get to finish as Chat Noir spotted it and jumped off to get it.
He took it off the floor, shortened it by pressing its button and placed it behind his back. Then he turned to join Luna who was waiting for him.
She sighed lightly and walked behind the wall. He waited for her to make the next move.
“Ullv******, return to the den!” she spoke the magic words. A bright white light rose from ground upwards, then disappeared.
“Let Plagg out, Black Cat,” a deeper, yet small voice spoke. Then a tiny bright bulb slowly ascended from behind the wall, gazing at him with the same yellow eyes the girl had. He was so white he was practically shining.
The creature with the shape of a small wolf definitely looked like a Kwami, but that was not what struck him as convincing: he knew Plagg’s name. Only a certain number of select people had access to that knowledge, and most of them were either somehow involved with the Order of the Guardians or have personally known other Black Cat Miraculous holders. This was real.
Just to be safe, he walked behind another broken wall, not too far from where the girl was, and prepared himself for what he was about to do.
“Plagg, claws in!” he chanted.
His suit disappeared in green light along with the charged Cataclysm and the little cat creature flew out of his ring, floated to where he could see the other one and stopped in mid-air, gaping.
“.....YOU!” he spat out darkly.
“What is it Plagg?!” the teenager widely known as the fashion model Adrien Agreste asked in alarm. “Is it another villain after all??”
“No,” his partner answered, never breaking the stare at the so-called Ullv. “Worse.”
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Eyy, I'm done!
Can you believe it? I most certainly can't! XD
Anyway, here's the follow-up to the chapter:
* I cannot tell you how much I cringe at this name, because it's so overused; but I couldn't bring my creative self to come up with a more Miraculous-like original name, so - bear with me if you can, and let's call this a 'working title' (if people actually warm up to it and like it, I'll leave it - there is a good reason I chose the name meaning Moon + Luna Lone Wolf has a ring to it than all alternative names I came up with didn't have)
** I am sad to say that I have learned about the canon Wolf Miraculous a little too late (a few days ago actually) - otherwise I may have dropped the whole fic waaay back in February, when I first started getting ideas.
So now I just changed up the 'Wolf Miraculous' into the Lone Wolf Miraculous.
Nobody knows what the canon Wolf Miraculous' powers are - I just hope they are different than mine (then again... it would be cool if they used what I did. Oh well, we'll see)
*** Since this was supposed to take place about 2 years from the current events in the show I took the liberty of giving the wielders a better hold over their powers because they aged up a bit - so, now, they don't get the countdown started the moment they call upon their powers, but rather after they actually use them
**** As I've explained/complained before - I'd have to wait for at least the ending of S4 to be able to predict if the current Hawk/Shadow Moth will still be the main villain in a few years (though probably not), but I still based a lot of stuff on him being the same one, and I wanna take my turn at Hawk-Daddy, xD so I'll be keeping this for now. When things change I will probably go back and rewrite things - so keep that in mind for future parts/chapters!
***** Still the same problem - and mostly because of Sentimonsters; if I use something instead of them, all of this will be rewritten. It does make a lot of problems for me, because I have yet to figure out how would Chat deal with everything on his own and how the battles would go, but, for now - endulge me, because none of us know what the future holds
****** Another 'working title', unless I don't come up with anything better. I alteady changed that name several times
Welp... That's it!
This was rewritten from what I originally had and it turned out quite shorter. I'm a bit sad I took out a lot of stuff from it, but some things just needed improvement. Who knows; maybe if I redo this again I'll be able to bring that stuff back.
In any case, this turned out fine, and has almost everything the first version had.
I'm a little apprehensive of what follows, because I'll need to redo that also 😅 and....
I don't have a firm visual of how the story is going to play out. I am literally letting it write itself.
But one really important thing I need to bring to attention is: if you think I started this with a typical OC x Chat Noir ship story you are dead wrong. I am a big Love Square shipper and just shoving another female interest into the fray while completely ignoring the canon romance is something I do not intend to let happen.
But... Buckle up - because this is just the very beginning of the first part of the huge story and there's going to be A LOT if shenanigans. Unless the SentiAdrien theory proves right and kills me - or the canon plainly takes a turn I cannot follow.
... In any case....
Hey, LUNA!!
I can finally talk about her!
It's been 7 months you guys - you have no idea how hard it was keeping my mouth shut about her on all social networks. XD
It took a lot of time finalizing her looks, but I think I'm mostly content with that first one.
I have yet to try myself out at the coloration, and I may change a few things there. We'll see.
And Ullv!!
Took a bit figuring him out too. Though... The Kwami concepts are always simple. I may change a thing or two later on.
So... tell me what you thought about this part! What was your first impression? Was it too cliché? ^^' I am open to criticism.
Oh, and if you do spot something that may be way off, do let me know! I may look like a very passionate Miraculous fan, yet I am anything but - trust me; when I get into something, I know every nook and crany, every detail and every rule - Alya Cesaire would have nothing on me!
But with this being a children's show... I gotta admit I'm not as hooked as I can be.
Speaking of which, my version will be written more maturely, but mostly to match the age of the main characters. Don't expect anything drastic in any field, because I will try my best not to go there. It's not the kind of story I wanna tell.
Well... I guess that's it for now.
Again - hope you enjoyed it and, as always - wish me luck for the future! 😄 Especially if you liked this, because now - you'll be sinking down with me if things go wrong. 🙃
UPDATE [14.2.2022.]: Added the Prologue's name, the tags and the link to Part 2.
