May 31, 2022
“ B*tch, this is France. ”
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“ B*tch, this is France. ”
Plagg need his cheese, and I think it could be cute it if Adrien prepare it
Plagg from 'Deflagration'
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In class doodles ft. Cursed Plagg
Subtitles:
“Giv me cheez bitch” -plagg
The Lost Al Ghul
Chapter 8 - Worthy or Not?
“Plagg, no.”
“Plagg, yes.”
“Plagg, no.”
“Plagg, yes.”
“Plagg, no.”
“Plagg, yes.”
“Plagg, no.”
“Plagg, yes.”
Plagg sighed for the millionth time that day. His newest holder had been requesting to meet the guardian, to return the miraculous. Plagg was against that. He liked his new wielder. She had a whole new level of chaos in her. She had more chaos in her pinky than that Nezu in the other universe had in his whole body.
Plus, he also tuned with the Pit’s energy in her. The Miraculous of Destruction complimented her perfectly.
“Fine.” Marin looked up at him, shocked.
“I’ll take you to the guardian.” He said.
She looked up at him with wide eyes and said, “Really?”
“Yes, but if he declares you as worthy, that’ll be the final decision.” He said firmly.
“He won't.” She replied, cheekily.
Plagg sighed again.
—
“Young lady, what brings you here? A firm massage? A relaxing meditation? Soothing tea?” An old man answered the door. He was familiar to her.
“I, er, I was looking for you.” She said awkwardly.
He eyed her and said, “Come inside,” moving away from the door.
“I’m, I’m Marin. At least I used to be,” she said, as soon as she was inside and the door was shut.
“Used to be?” The man asked with raised eyebrows.
“Yeah. Off-topic, for now.” She said, waving her hand dismissively.
“Oh? What are you here for then, miss?” He asked her.
“I- I came to return the miraculous to you, guardian.” She said, bowing.
“Guardian?” The man asked with wide eyes.
“Don’t look so surprised, old man., She knows about you.” Plagg said, coming out of his hiding spot.
“Plagg? I told you to tell her about me when the time comes.” He scolded, looking at the kwami.
“I know, but she already knew. She asked me first, ‘Why was I given a miraculous.” Plagg’s imitation of Marinette included a high-pitched squeaking voice while waving his arms like a ballet dancer.
“Oh, dear.” The Guardian said, scratching his chin.
“Now can I return the miraculii?” Marinette asked him impatiently.
The guardian looked at her and sighed, “Sit here child.” He gestured to a small Chinese table.
She sat down, with her legs crisscrossed. “Hmm?” She looked at him, puzzled.
“Now tell me what bothers you? Why do you want to return it?” He asked her calmly.
“I’m not worthy of this artifact, guardian.” She answered, looking into his eyes.
“And why do you think so?” He asked with a raised eyebrow.
“I-I’ve killed people.” She bluntly said. The guardian (didn’t Plagg call him Fu?) choked on his tea.
“Oh?” He asked, putting his tea down, coughing while Plagg pounded his back.
“I was an assassin. You can’t possibly give me a miraculous.” She protested, gesturing to herself.
He asked her, “Do you regret killing people?”
“I do.” She answered.
“There you have it. You are worthy.” He told her.
“Would it change your opinion if I told you my grandfather was Ra’s al Ghul?” Marinette asked.
“Oh, That is indeed quite troublesome.” He said, never once blinking.
“See?” She pointed out.
“But, That doesn’t mean you should stop wielding a miraculous, young lady.” He said. She was sure her eyes bulged out at that.
“What?”
“Indeed,” He nodded.
“I’m an assassin.” She tried again.
“Tell me, if you could go to the past, would you change yourself.” He asked, setting the teacup down. (When did he start drinking again?)
“I would.” She answered.
“Then, tell me, would you go back to your past life if you had the choice?” She pondered for a moment on that.
“No.”
“See young lady? You are worthy.” He answered her question.
“But the miraculii are in danger with me!” She tried again.
“Nuh-uh. You told me Ra's was dead.” Plagg interrupted her.
“Ra’s? Dead? How?” The guardian asked with wide eyes.
“Deathstroke.” She said, without bothering to elaborate.
“Well enough of this depressing talk. Want some tea?” He asked her.
“I- Yes.”
Author’s Notes
SOMEONE LIFT THIS GIRL’S SPIRIT UP! Also, the next chapter's awesome!
Bye Kittens!!!
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Marinette: wait- what if Adrien, was Chat Noir?!
*later that day Marinette overhears Adrien and Kagami talking*
Adrien: I’m more of a dog person
Kagami: same
Marinette: *whispering to herself*
Cant be Chat, he loves himself to much to say that!
Tikki: ಠ_ಠ