#louvre-noir

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Le musée du Louvre, sous la pyramide, Paris

[empiredesimparte]

Exclusive: the Official Portraits of Emperor Napoleon V and Empress Charlotte enter the Louvre

The atmosphere was solemn in the Grande Galerie of the Louvre, where the French Imperial Family gathered for the unveiling of the official portraits of Emperor Napoleon V and Empress Charlotte. This highly anticipated event, which captivated the attention of the public and the press, marks a key moment in the early reign of the imperial couple.

The grand setting of the Louvre is rich in history and artistic heritage. It thus provided an ideal backdrop for this event. The Emperor and the Empress, accompanied by the principal members of the Imperial Family, entered the gallery to the applause of the guests. The unveiling ceremony was led by the Minister of Culture, who emphasized the importance of this tradition in celebrating the continuity of the Empire.

The first two portraits revealed were individual representations of Their Majesties, both resplendent in their imperial attire. Napoleon’s portrait captured the Emperor in a pose reminiscent of his illustrious ancestor, Napoleon III, symbolizing the heritage of the Simparte dynasty. Charlotte’s portrait, equally imposing, highlighted her elegance and poise, with her expression embodying the grace and determination that have earned her the affection of the French people.

However, the highlight of the evening was undoubtedly the third and final portrait: a large representation of the Emperor and Empress together. This image of unity and serenity is meant to symbolize the strength and shared vision of the imperial couple for the years to come.

In a speech, Empress Charlotte spoke of the honor and pride she feels in serving as the consort of the Emperor. The event concluded with a moment of conviviality between the Imperial Family and the guests.

⚜ Traduction française

L'atmosphère était empreinte de solennité dans la Grande Galerie du Louvre, où la Famille Impériale française s'est rassemblée pour la découverte des portraits officiels de l'Empereur Napoléon V et de l'Impératrice Charlotte. Cet événement très attendu, qui a captivé l'attention du public et de la presse, symbolise un moment clé dans le début de règne du couple impérial.

Le cadre grandiose du Louvre au palais des Tuileries, demeure officielle de l'Empereur, est riche en histoire et en patrimoine artistique. Il offrait donc un décor idéal pour cet événement. L'Empereur et l'Impératrice, accompagnés par les principaux membres de la Famille Impériale, sont entrés dans la galerie sous les applaudissements des invités. La cérémonie de dévoilement a été dirigée par le ministre de la Culture, qui a souligné l'importance de cette tradition pour célébrer la continuité de l'Empire.

Les deux premiers portraits révélés étaient des représentations individuelles de Leurs Majestés, tous deux resplendissants dans leurs tenues impériales. Le portrait de Napoléon capturait l'Empereur dans une pose rappelant celle de son illustre ancêtre, Napoléon III, symbolisant l’héritage de la dynastie Simparte. Le portrait de Charlotte, tout aussi imposant, mettait en avant son élégance et sa prestance, son expression incarnant la grâce et la détermination qui lui ont valu l'affection du peuple français.

Cependant, le point culminant de la soirée a sans doute été le troisième et dernier portrait : une grande représentation de l'Empereur et de l'Impératrice ensemble. Cette image d'unité et de sérénité se veut le symbole de la force et de la vision partagées du couple impérial pour les années à venir.

A l'occasion d'un discours, l'Impératrice Charlotte a évoqué l'honneur et sa fierté de servir en tant que consort de l'Empereur. L'événement s'est achevé par un moment de convivialité entre la famille impériale et les invités.

[tarynkurt]

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[bizarreauhavre]

Paris, musée du louvre, 24 juillet 2023.

[chocostrwberry]

Akumatized Kagami in ChocoAU! 🌸🐲🌱

She meets Adrien for a date at the Louvre, hoping it will go well and dispel her nagging thoughts and they can learn to love each other. But she finds him looking at Marinette with eyes she has never seen before.

Kagami is transformed into Hanabira! She turns the museum into a kind of rainforest/jungle. Chat Noir and Ladybug have to evade her sentimonster Senryu, which turns people into grass hedge sculptures as they are overwhelmed them with what Kagami is feeling.

Plus some ref art of her!

Thank you @generalluxun for the name ideas!! THEY FIT VERY WELL AND ARE SUPER CUTE 🫶

[coffeebanana]

i am having such a miraculous ladybug themed normal trip to Paris

saw the ladynoir lookout point Eiffel Tower

AKJBFKSDJB OOOOOH is that the roof is that the roof where Chat Noir left his ring in Kuro Neko wow, le grand palais looks like such a nice and normal building!

WOW OKAY SO THIS IS WHERE ADRINETTE KISSED IN CHAT BLANC. ALSO WHERE OPERATION SECRET GARDEN TOOK PLACE. BUT SHOULD I WALK A LITTLE FURTHER TO STAND ON THE EXACT SPOT WHERE ADRINETTE KISSED?!?! Wow!! What a nice and normal view of the Eiffel Tower from the trocadéro!!

oh heeeey if i squint i can see the statue of liberty on l'île aux Cygnes where marichat kissed

HOLY FUCKING SHIT DID I ACCIDENTALLY GET OUT OF THE METRO RIGHT IN FRONT OF THE AGRESTE MANSION. hmmm. i definitely have no reason to feel any particular way about this random building beside this metro stop. but wow those are pretty gates! definitely no reason to think they might make someone feel intimidated or trapped or locked in or anything like that!!

hmm should i look for the louvre pyramid or should i circle back and cross the ladynoir jubilation dream kiss bridge le pont des arts first

hehehe adrien would totally make a pun out of this metro station

omg WOW it's the bridge ladrien is gonna kiss on next season (weirdly... i could not actually find this landmark 🤡)

[amourcheol]

paris (teaser)

❝You and Jeonghan, jazz-filled corners, hidden history, and the city of love.❞

historical! au | exes to lovers! au | angst, fluff, smut | approx. 45k words (teaser wc. 1.4k words)

s u m m a r y : disgraced by hollywood for the last time, you, a once superstar-turned-alcoholic, escape to the city of love to seek sanctuary from the ruthless tabloids. your sanctuary comes in the form of film noir superstar yoon jeonghan, the enigmatic man who taught you the art of acting, lust and love before your fame. when he asks to meet you once, just like old times, you cannot refuse. what is meant to be a simple date turns into a path of passion, pain and everything that comes with fooling around with your ex in the jazz-filled corners of paris.

c o n t e n t s : actor! mc, actor! jeonghan, mc is incredibly bitter and makes bad decisions, agent! seungkwan who is tired of fixing them, jeonghan is the suavest, sultriest mf, mentions of parisian landmarks in this fic, also a bit of french peppered throughout, greek mythology art references, tons of fluff which is also layered with angst, this will be very hurt-comfort, hella ansgty but will have a happy ending mature warnings -> alcohol consumption and abuse, smoking, this is basically sexual tension with plot, slightly drunk making out, oral sex (f. receiving) unprotected sex (refer point to bad decisions), very soft angsty sex, body worshipping, petnames (chérie, mon ange, darling, angel), overall emotional rollercoaster, more tba!

p l a y l i s t : here!

t a g l i s t : @hyuckworld​ @sysymei @alaypsy23 @belladaises @jjeongddol @sparklyshuji @forcoups @ilovesungjun @wonwoo24 @scandal-in-bohemia @hopefulchick @superbbananananana @onedumbho3 @fragmentof-indifference @cuntycheol @rubywonu @if-i-like-i-reblog @yoonzinoooo @jungwoos-luvr @crookedwolfruins @leclercloverbot​ @alexai (let me know if y’all want to be tagged!)

a u t h o r ’ s  n o t e : after three years ... four rewritings later... she may finally see the light ... i am releasing the teaser now but will post the fic when i’m back from holiday! i hope you all enjoy the lil extract <3

read this fic here!

SHIT. YOU COULD NOT DO THIS TODAY.

Suddenly, you wished he was a mere figment of your imagination, because then he would not have to see you in your drunken, disordered state, looking for art that was not there, looking for the past in the present.

But then he began to move.

This very real presence walked closer to you, and you felt your entire body constricting, because Yoon Jeonghan was in front of you, the greatest star in the world was approaching you, the man of your distant memories was coming too close.

“Wait,” he then said, and your throat was closing up, you were blinking rapidly, chest growing heavy, and you needed him to get away. He came closer, and you knew then and there you were going to die on the cold floor of the Louvre, marble eyes on you—

And then your own gaze was glistening, and when he noticed it became harder to contain yourself. “_____, are you all right?”

“Yes!” you got out, but then you proved yourself wrong when a few tears slipped out, staining your cheeks.

The man wasted no time, closing the last space between the two of you as he reached out. Instantly, you repelled from his touch, almost flinching from his surprise. “No!” you rasped out, bringing out your own hands to create distance, taking a step back. “No, you don’t need to do that…I’m fine.” 

You breathed sharply through your nose. “I am fine.”

Hastily you turned to the empty space where he last was, before you followed him like a madwoman around the hall. He watched you, your back almost to him. “What…what are you…” you paused, trying to normalise your shaking voice. “What are you doing here?”

You could feel his inquisitive stare upon you. “I could ask you the same thing.”

That question was not being answered. “I asked you first.”

Because you could not see him, you were not aware of his reaction. Still, it was enough for him to answer, “Well, in the Louvre, or in Paris?”

You gritted your teeth at that. “I think everyone knows why you’re in Paris at the moment.”

“Do they, now?”

You could not help it.

Casting a momentary glance at him, you were taken aback to find his gaze upon you. “Are you aware, at least?” he asked you.

Despite his simple questions, your impending headache, you had to clamp down on your remarks. “Of course I’m aware,” you muttered. “The papers are all over the press tours you’ve been doing.”

A perfectly groomed brow arched at your comment. “I’m surprised you follow the papers at the moment.” 

You knew exactly what he meant. “One must keep check of the stories they gossip about,” you only said, focusing back on the empty space. “Those journalists cannot be trusted.”

“Hmm…” you heard shuffling amongst his clothes—no doubt crossing his arms. “I have read the stories.”

A scoff. “I suppose you believe them, don’t you?”

He noted the cruelty in your response. The actor did not take it to heart.

“I have always believed in the stories you told me, chérie.”

This time, curiosity controlled your movement.

Curiosity had you turning back, forcing you to observe his expression, catch his lie. 

But you found no deception.

No, there was only sincerity—pure as the moonlight shining on the two of you.

Chérie.

The last time someone had called you such a sweet name was too long ago.

How ironic, that it was the same man beside you who had bestowed you this very endearment.

A shuddered breath left you. 

You could not do this now.

You were going to say as much when Jeonghan interrupted you.

“Were you looking for something in here?”

Your furrowed brows had him humming. “I thought as much.” Gently, he jerked his head beyond your figure. “Strangely enough, I was looking for it as well.”

Confused, you glanced back at the empty space, where that certain, mysterious sculpture was supposed to be. “That is why I came to the Louvre,” you heard him say.

There was still suspicion laced in your features. “How do you know that we are thinking of the same piece?”

That ghost of a smile crept up again. “You act as if you don’t remember.”

Your sigh was a little sheepish. “I do,” you said, reminiscing on the memories. “But the name…”

No matter how hard you endeavoured, your memory of the sculpture was too hazy for your half-drunk mind. 

You searched him for an answer. “I’m sure you have not forgotten.”

“No…I have not.”

You waited. His silence had you insisting, “Well?”

When you saw a slight glimmer in his whimsical gaze, you knew that he had something else in mind. The implications had you biting your lower lip, anxiety blooming.

The nerves grew when Jeonghan spoke.

“I will tell you if you see me tomorrow.”

You blinked back.

“There’s an exhibition opening here tomorrow afternoon,” he continued, taking a step towards you, careful not to startle you again. “It’s centred on the sculpture we both wanted to see, but it’s been moved to another hall.”

He confused you a great amount. “How do you know that?”

His stare went beyond you, to the wall. “It says on the plaque.”

Sure enough—when you looked back, there was the notice. Because your French was adequate at best, you did not understand it fully. You simply had to trust his linguistic abilities.

That you could do—you were aware of Jeonghan’s fluency in the language of love. 

He cocked his head, a few strays cascading the side of his face. “You and I could see it there.”

The offer had shaken you. “Why?”

“Why?”

You knitted your brows suspiciously. “Why do you want to go with me?”

The film noir star watched you then, you shuffling uncomfortably under his scrutiny. God, you forgot how intense his eyes were—in fairness, you had not been the subject of his stares for a few years. 

He locked his gloved hands behind his back. “Because you need a break, _____. From everything.”

He offered you a smile. “Let me be the one to give you that. If only for the day.”

You could have crumbled before him.

It was at this stage you cursed yourself for being in such a state. Perhaps if you were sober, you would have carried on this conversation in a more respectable manner, taken more caution.

It was incredibly difficult, composing yourself around the man.

“I can’t…” you inhaled sharply, trying to form the words. “I cannot do midday…too many people, you know…staring, judging…”

“Ah.” He nodded, parting his mouth in thought. “Then tomorrow night?”

Stretching your mouth, unsure, he assured, “They will not follow you here at this hour.”

“How are you so sure of that?”

This time, he sighed, surprised at your anxiousness. “I see you’ve not changed, then.”

You narrowed your gaze. “What is that supposed to mean?”

But the actor did not seem like he was going to elaborate. 

He instead took another step towards you, a mere two feet left. 

“Do you trust me?”

You tilted your head back. 

What kind of question was that?

Do you trust me?

You did not trust anyone. Not after this whole debacle back home, when almost all your friends within the industry had contributed to your downfall. Hollywood was filled with traitors, the worst being the people who haunted the journey of your disgrace at every moment.

It was impossible to place any ounce of faith in another.

As you watched his eyes settle on you, you noticed an emotion you had not witnessed in forever.

Tenderness.

Tenderness with no ulterior motive—gentle acceptance, as if he recognised your position. As if he recognised your change, the apprehensive nature of your questions, your pauses. It physically hurt being stained with such compassion, when you had been begging for it from the world all those weeks ago.

It hurt, having someone who understood you.

You, however, should not have been surprised.

Yoon Jeonghan had always been like this. Especially when you both were together.

You could have smiled. 

What a time that was.

As if he could read your mind, the film noir star began, “You remember, don’t you? That I’ve never let you down?”

You decided to let yourself slip—you could always blame it on the alcohol. 

“What time do you want me here tomorrow?”

[nobodyfamousposts]

The Hero of Paris

...so when Gabriel was in the bathroom on that train when he transformed and tried to akumatize someone...

...you think anyone could have just...I dunno, recorded it?

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Michael Donahue was the hero of Paris.

In truth, he was an American tourist. And about as American as one could get.

And AS a young American in a foreign country, he did what most Americans do: abuse his phone's camera function for anything and everything he thought was interesting and likely to get him likes on social media.

He recorded a man feeding pigeons before being run off by a police officer.

He recorded some curator at a museum telling a wild fanfic idea at the Louvre.

He recorded a bunch of people chasing after a blond haired kid and screaming at the sight of him. Which...okay, weird?

Well, he'd known Paris would be weird. But he didn't think it'd be THIS weird.

But then THAT day happened. And what he thought was perhaps the silliest…even the downright dumbest thing ended up being what made him go viral in the last way he ever expected.

Some would consider it uncouth. Most would have just politely ignored it.

But Micheal was a young American with a need to record everything.

And he was already in his seat in a train waiting for it to depart for his next travel destination...only to be delayed due to some reason that he, not being French-speaking, didn't understand.

Ultimately, that made this the perfect combination of bored and impulsive in JUST the right way to achieve a miracle.

So when he heard what sounded like shouting and insane laughter coming from the bathroom on the train, Michael—in true American fashion, decided to record it.

"Dude, some guy has taken over one of the restrooms and is yelling like crazy!"

…and for the sheer hell of it, he started livestreaming.

And his chat started to come alive.

What's going on?

"The train's held up. My French isn't that good. An 'akuma' or something?"

What's an akuma?

He looked over his shoulder.

"I dunno. But that guy in the restroom has been shouting about it a lot."

On the other side of the door, the faint sound of yelling could be heard. Most of it garbled that Michael couldn't quite make out except for a few words.

"—akuma—"

"—Ladeebuug!"

What's he shouting?

"Something about Ladybugs and noir? Is he shooting a movie or complaining of a lack of pest control? Lol."

Out of all his vids and livestreams, he hadn't expected the one about some random making a scene in a bathroom to be the one that got attention, but more people were joining the chat and he saw his numbers rise more than they ever had.

"Wow. Okay. Didn't expect to get this level of response."

He made sure to keep the camera on the bathroom door the noises were coming from rather than himself. It was what the people wanted to see apparently and it allowed better audio quality.

What was perhaps the most interesting was that he started getting comments in French.

In all caps.

With many exclamation points.

Is this real!?

HAWK MOTH!

IT'S HAWK MOTH!

WHERE IS HE?!

"Hawk Moth? What?"

Then a particularly insistent commenter named LadyWifi joined and started to spam the chat.

Où est-ce?

Où est-ce?!!

OÙ EST-CE!!!

"Wait hold on. What?"

Où

où!

WHERE?!

WHERE IS IT

OÙ

wherewherewerewhere?!!!!!!!!11!!1

He balked at the repeated demands. Given the chat seemed to be repeatedly questioning where in English, he could only presume that's what they were asking in French, too. But he had no idea why and no explanation was forthcoming! Any attempts anyone made to tell him what was going on quickly got lost in the flood of comments demanding a location.

Before he could comment further though, his thoughts were interrupted by a cry of outrage from the restroom, loud enough to ring his ears.

Silence.

Then…

"Nooroo, detransform moi."

There was a strange sound from inside. Muffled, but distinct enough. Like how sparkles should sound? Something from one of those magical girl shows his little sister watches.

A click signaled the door unlocking.

"I think he's about to come out!"

The chat was going wild. Everyone commenting. Making random names? Maybe trying to guess who the person on the other side of the door was?

Then some blond guy in glasses and a really unfashionable suit came out of the restroom.

…and his livestream promptly exploded.

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[chic-a-gigot]

La Mode illustrée, no. 41, 7 octobre 1866, Paris. Confections des Magasins du Louvre. 164. rue de Rivoli. Ville de Paris / Bibliothèque Forney

Étoffes, paletots et jupons des magasins du Louvre.

Jupon en cachemire rouge (ou plutôt bande de cachemire rouge, ayant 30 centimètres de largeur, tuyautée sur toute sa hauteur); robe en taffetas noir, à fines rayures rouges, à bords dentelé, un peu plus courte que le jupon. Paletot en cachemire noir, orné de galons perlés, à bords dentelés, garnis d'un effilé terminé par des perles. Chapeau de tulle noir, avec brides-écharpes.

Red cashmere petticoat (or rather a strip of red cashmere, 30 centimeters wide, piped over its entire height); black taffeta dress, with fine red stripes, with serrated edges, a little shorter than the petticoat. Black cashmere overcoat, decorated with pearl braid, with serrated edges, trimmed with a tapered edge finished with pearls. Black tulle hat, with scarf straps.

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Robe en poult-de-soie gris, bordée avec un volant tuyauté, ayant 10 centimètres de largeur; chaque lé est bordé avec une bande de velours violet, ayant 4 centimètres de largeur, surmontée d'une bande pareille, ayant 1 centimètre de largeur; ces bandes remontent sur toutes les coutures, de telle sorte que chaque lé est encadré, et semble boutonné sur le lé voisin, avec trois gros boutons de velours violet posés sur le bord inférieur, tout près des bandes. Le lé de devant semble boutonné de chaque côté sur les lés qui se joignent. Paletot en drap-velours violet, bordé d'astracan; manchon d'astracan. Chapeau en satin blanc.

Dress in gray poult-de-silk, edged with a piped flounce, 10 centimeters wide; each strip is edged with a strip of purple velvet, 4 centimeters wide, surmounted by a similar strip, 1 centimeter wide; these strips go up on all the seams, so that each strip is framed, and seems buttoned on the neighboring strip, with three large purple velvet buttons placed on the lower edge, very close to the strips. The front strip seems buttoned on each side on the strips which join. Overcoat in purple velvet cloth, edged with astracan; muff of astracan. Hat in white satin.

[artthatgivesmefeelings]

Antoine Auguste Ernest Hébert (French, 1817-1908) after José de Ribera (Spanish, 1591-1652) La Descente de Croix, ca.1840 Exposition Soleils noirs, Louvre-Lens

[ayydrienagreste]

Desperately hoping that Claw Noir is just…unhinged. Eiffel Tower? Cataclysm. Arch de Triomphe?? Cataclysm. The Louvre??? Cataclysm!!! Paris is in pieces Kitty, do it again

[feather-of-argos]

Chat noir: 'What's Felix like in your universe? Is he nice?

Claw noir: 'Whose Felix?'

Chat noir: 'Our cousin'

Claw noir: 'We have a cousin?!'

Commence Claw noir forgetting he supposedly has a doppelganger running around committing identity fraud until him and shadybug finally catch the infamous art thief who has been terrorizing the Louvre only to take off the mask Scooby-Doo style and gasp "Adrien Agreste?!"

[bizarreauhavre]

Paris, le Louvre, 24 juillet 2023.

[immaturityofthomasastruc]

I could’ve just missed a plot point, but, if Nathalie could detect that the new statue in the Louvre was a sentimonster, why couldn’t she tell that Cat Noir is a sentimonster, and therefore is either Adrien or Felix?

I think she already knew the two were Sentimonsters, since Nathalie was shown giving orders to Adrien in Season 5 to counter the ones Gabriel gave him.

EDIT: Sorry, I misread that. Yeah, it makes no sense how Cat Noir can't be sensed by Nathalie or Gabriel.