Miraculous- Tales Of Ladybug Cat Noir 〈RELIABLE | CHECKLIST〉

“Ladies and gentlemen,” his voice was a scratchy vinyl loop, “your performance is over. I am Maestro Mute. And from now on, Paris will know only… silence.”

Cat Noir’s cataclysm was gentle this time. A single tap. The metronome crumbled to dust. A black butterfly emerged, and Ladybug captured it with a whisper: “Bye-bye, little butterfly.” Miraculous- Tales of Ladybug Cat Noir

Ladybug scanned the theater. The audience was frozen, mouths open in silent screams. She threw her yo-yo. Maestro Mute caught it, the string going slack and dead. “Pathetic,” his mind-voice sneered. “Ladies and gentlemen,” his voice was a scratchy

Some silences aren’t empty. Some silences are full of everything you’re too afraid to say. A single tap

When the light faded, the gala resumed. And Marinette found herself backstage, leaning against a wall, still trembling.

“My Lady!” Cat Noir’s voice was a ghost, barely there.

A swarm of rose-gold notes—not ladybugs, but musical notes—rained down. Instruments restrung themselves. Voices returned. The erased lullaby flooded back into her ear, and she wept a little, silently.