#hang on tight adrien’s back on friday:)
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I’m baaaack. I saw the is idea for this on Tiktok where basically Marinette saves Chat Noir she’s on top like when Chat saves Ladybug and he can’t function, so she smirks and flicks his bell. It’s a little spicier than the stuff I usually write so be warned! As always they are aged up so Marinette is 17, Adrien is 18. And much like some of my other fics, Chat can use multiple Cataclysms while Ladybug has to run off and recharge. Again, the content is kinda spicy so I’m going to say 14+ for this one. So enjoy!
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You’ll never guess who was akumatized again. That’s right, Lila, why? Because she was caught lying this time.
Marinette was exhausted, being the new guardian and all. She slept through half of first period, dozed off in Ms. Mendeleev’s class twice, and nearly face-planted on the staircase outside the school. Needless to say, everyone was worried about her, especially Adrien. He felt he was partly responsible after all. His late night visits with her seemed to have taken their toll. Maybe he should stick to UMS tournaments on the weekend and Fridays.
Not everyone was worried though (somehow), one of those people being Lila. Over the years she’d become more and more set on gaining the attention of everyone in a 2 mile radius. While she usually only bragged about her “charity work”, the opportunity to slander Marinette wouldn’t go unused.
“I’m so worried about our poor Marinette.” She cooed, “Ever since she downloaded that app, oh it’s only gotten worse.” The class stared at her puzzled. In mock surprise, she covered her mouth, “Whoops! Oh I’m such a blabber mouth.” Adrien couldn’t see her lips, but he was sure they were curled into a nasty smirk. “Wait what? What app?” Alya piped up. “Oh she didn’t tell you? She’s a sugar baby. She’s been on Tinder getting money from older men. How do you think she pays for her supplies.”
He’d had enough, “Seriously Lila, if you’re going to spread rumours about people at least make sure they’re true. You don’t even hang out with Marinette, how would you know that before me or Alya?” She pulled out her best sad smile. “Oh Adrien, she confided in me because she was too scared of what you would think.” Alya cut her off, “No Adrien’s right, Marinette doesn’t like you Lila. I’m sorry but it’s true. There’s no way she’d tell you something like that.” Adrien put his hands in his pockets in triumph, but not before Lila got her phone out and held it up, showing Marinette’s supposed profile on Tinder. There was a picture of her face right on the profile. “I managed to hack into her account last night. Just look at all these creepy old men she’s matched with.” She scrolled through the list of men, most of them looked to be in their late 40s. Anger bubbled inside him.
“Seriously Lila! She’s still underage, don’t make a fake profile of her on Tinder. Now all of these old men know what she looks like. What would happen if they tracked her down. I swear to god if she’s ever hurt because right this I’ll-” He was ready to strike when a hand touched his back and a head fell against his shoulder. “What’s going on?” Marinette asked, she rubbed her eyes. “Girl let me see your phone.” Alya demanded. Marinette slumped over to her before placing her phone in the bestie’s hand. She walked behind Alya and wrapped her arms around her shoulders from behind.
Adrien, or rather, Chat Noir was no stranger to Marinette’s sleepy cuddling tendencies. He remembered many nights that involved her wrapping around him while blinking back sleep. Whether it was watching movies, playing video games, or even sketching. She somehow always found a way to cuddle up to him. Not that he was complaining, it was the best way to get her to sleep after all. She’d lean on him and he’d wrap around her, start purring, and play with her hair while she drifted off. He of course was adapted to running on less than 5 hours of sleep anyways, besides, hearing the sleepy sounds she’d make were always worth it. So seeing her cuddle up to Alya did make him a little jealous yes, was he going to say anything, probably not. He’d probably suggest a movie marathon that night to get his fair share in.
He watched while Alya scrolled though Marinette’s phone. Marinette subconsciously nuzzling into the crook of her friend’s neck. “Take a look everyone. Do you see the app for Tinder anywhere on my girl’s phone?” The class stared at it. “I don’t see it.” Rose squeaked. “Well obviously not, Marinette picks up shifts at the bakery sometimes to pay for all that stuff.” Alix shouted while walking towards them. She wasn’t there when Lila was talking about it. Adrien looked at her confused. “How did you know what she-?” She cut him off, “Nathaniel told me.” He looked at him and Nathaniel’s face turned as red as his hair. “He wanted to say something but he’s still really shy.” Alix whispered to Adrien. Adrien turned back to see his friends crowding around the bench where Lila sat, all of them were scowling at her. One by one they started voicing their disapproval. “Don’t spread rumours about our friend.” “Seriously Lila, not cool.” Lila got up from the bench and calmly walked towards the exit with her belongings in hand. It was the end of the day anyways.
He saw Marinette stumbling towards the locker room to pick up her backpack, Alya guiding her with an arm wrapped around her shoulder. “Maybe your purrincess could use a lift home.” Plagg suggested from his pocket. “Hey you’re right, maybe then Lila wouldn’t be able to start more rumours about her. Everyone would know why she’s been up late.” He considered the idea. “But what about Hawkmoth? I don’t want him to target her.” Plagg tried to fly up to his eye level but Adrien quickly slapped the kwami back into his jacket. “Ow hey what was that for?” Plagg yelled, “I’m in the middle of the school foyer, I’m already getting weird looks for slapping myself so don’t make it any worse.” That earned a little pinch from his friend “A little pay back, now if you don’t transform and pick up your sleeping beauty I’ll carry her back home myself. I don’t trust that girl to walk across the street by herself.” Adrien smiled, “Aww does the cheese monster have a soft spot for my purrincess, I thought there was only room for camembert in your heart.” Plagg rolled his eyes, “Yeah well if I can make room for you, then I can make room for pigtails. Now go and transform before you miss your chance.” He flew back into Adrien’s pocket. Touched by his kwami’s speech, Adrien walked towards the exit and sprinted around the corner. Luckily he had fencing practice today so his bodyguard wouldn’t be waiting for him.
He ducked into an alleyway and transformed after making sure he wasn’t followed, Chat Noir emerging from where Adrien was seconds ago. He ran back towards François DuPont to meet his little mouse at the front. As she emerged covering a yawn, Alya spotted him. Immediately she whipped out her phone and ran towards him, leaving Marinette behind. “Chat Noir! What are you doing here? Out for an afternoon patrol?” She held up her camera to record him. “Actually I’m here to pick up a certain little lady. I’ve been keeping her up at night and word has it she’s dead tired.” Alya blinked before turning towards her friend and looking back at him with wide eyes. He nodded and looked back up only to see Marinette trip over her feet. He rushed over and caught her around the waist in a hug before she could smash her face into the pavement. “Well hello there Mari, fancy seeing you here.” She looked up at him and smiled before stretching her arms up and wrapping them around his neck. “Hey kitty.” She murmured before resting her face on his chest. He sighed and bent down a little to sweep her up, he gently repositioned her into a hip carry with his other hand wrapping under one of her thighs. She immediately snuggled into him, her head resting on his shoulder. Alya stood there, her mouth agape. “Hey uh, would you mind grabbing her bag for me miss Ladyblogger?” He asked, nodding at it. She snapped out of it and picked it up off the steps where it had fallen. She passed it to Chat who slung it over his free shoulder and started heading towards Tom and Sabine’s bakery, with a certain fox tailing him.
The three, well the two of them walked while Marinette was peacefully carried by Chat Noir. Alya chuckled “Are you, purring?” He blushed a little before giggling back, “Yeah I am, I usually do it when she’s really tired, it puts her to sleep really quickly.” She smirked at him, “So this is a regular occurrence?” He stammered “I well uh yes for a while, not every night but umm.” He blushed and looked down at her. “If only I knew Marinette was sleeping with one of Paris’ superheroes.” She said slyly, she was definitely fit for the fox miraculous. He turned away from the journalist, he didn’t want to see him blush. His cheek bumped into Marinette’s forehead before resting against it. “It’s not in the way you’re thinking, we usually play video games or watch movies, most of the time she gets really tired and ends up falling asleep on me so I put her to bed.” He looked back at her and she was not convinced. “You mean she gets tired so you cuddle her and purr while she falls asleep then you sneak out the window.” He pouted, “You make me sound like a creepy, and it’s actually the trapdoor to the balcony, I can’t climb through the window without diving through it.” She grinned at him and he rolled his eyes. “Not much better is.. hey what’s that?” He turned to see a figure glaring at them from on top of the school, he didn’t get to look at them for very long before something fast and sharp came barreling towards them.
He didn’t even have time to grab Alya, he only had time to shove her out of the way with his foot before jumping backwards with Marinette pulled tight to him. He stumbled a little, crashing to the ground with a very much awake Marinette landing safely on top of him. She propped herself onto her hands just enough to separate her face from his. “Chat? What’s going on?” A loud cackle was heard behind them and she leapt to her feet, he followed suit and pulled Marinette behind him, making sure she was as separated from the akuma as possible. “My name is Seamstress, with my needle and thread I’ll make sure none of you can ever speak against me.” Seamstress turned to Alya, she pinched her fingers together and make a jabbing motion towards her. Alya’s mouth shut and she covered it with her hand. It looked like she was in pain, then Seamstress pulled her hand back and Alya cried out, but her scream was muffled. She pulled back her hand to reveal that her lips were sewn shut. Marinette tried to run towards her friend but Chat wrapped his arms around her before she could go anywhere. “Alya No!” She screamed, her face full of tears. “I’m really sorry Marinette.” He said before grabbing his baton and vaulting them away from the akuma and Alya.
Marinette held tight to Chat’s neck, despite the sobs that shook her violently. He needed to get her away but he wanted her to breathe. He looked behind him, Seamstress was nowhere in sight, so he jumped into an alleyway and sat down, Marinette sitting in his lap. He sat crisscross so that she could sit more comfortably, she still wasn’t breathing right.
“Marinette I need you to breathe for me ok? I know it’s going to be hard but I have to get you somewhere safe, and I can’t do that if you can’t breathe. Here.” He reached behind him and pulled one of her hands off him and placed it on his chest. “Ok can you feel me breathing?” She nodded against his shoulder. “Ok good, now try to match my breathing ok?” He felt her panting against him as she tried to fix her breathing. It took a few minutes but soon enough her sobs turned into little whimpers of sadness. “Feel better?” He asked and she nodded. She was always quiet like this when she was upset, seeing her friends hurt wouldn’t be something she got over easily. She pulled back to look at him before another tear slipped down her cheek. He quickly reached up and brushed it away, “Ok now we’ve got to-“ An explosion rang out in the street near them, he gently pushed her off of him. “Stay here ok, I’ll come and get you after.”
He ran out from the alley only to come face to face with Seamstress. “Hello kitty, where have you hidden miss goody two-shoes hmm?” She asked, she looked like she’d gone insane, her face twisted into something between and grin and fury. Her face darted from left to right, looking for his princess. Luckily, the dumpster they landed beside blocked Marinette from view. “Like hell I’d tell you.” He turned his baton and extended it towards her, putting as much distance between him and the akuma as he could. “Well if I can’t get you to talk, maybe I should just shut you up!” Her hand thrusted towards him and he saw a needle, he dodged it and her hand snapped open, a drop of blood running down her finger. So if she misses a stitch she’ll prick herself. Good to know.
He dodged needle after needle until he got distracted and stumbled. He fell to the ground and braced for the pain to come to his lips, but it never did. Instead something small crashed into him and they rolled across the road, hitting the curb. He looked up to see Marinette on her hands and knees above him. Her lips were still swollen from crying but in that moment, he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful he was. ‘Geez Adrien great timing.’ He could almost hear Plagg cackling in his head. He just stared at her, mouth agape, then she did something he would never recover from. She smirked, and oh god did he want to kiss her. “What cat got your tongue?” She said before flicking his bell. She stood and pulled him up. He quickly snapped out of it and scooped her up before dashing down the street, the akuma not far behind, he drifted around a corner and silently sprinted down an alley before extending his baton and racing across the rooftops in the opposite direction, successfully leading the akuma in the wrong direction. He brought her to the first place he could think of, the Louvre. He leapt off one of the buildings to the side, summoned a cataclysm to break a glass panel, and landed on the floor inside with Marinette clutched safely in his arms.
“Wasn’t there an easier way to get in here?” She said, a teasing tone to her voice. He wish he wanted to laugh but he didn’t. He was mad, furious even. He told her to stay hidden, out of sight. He told her to wait in the alley for him but she didn’t. “Didn’t I tell you to stay put?” He asked angrily. Hundreds of emotions swam through him, part of him wanted to lecture her for hours, part of him wanted to hug her and make sure she was ok, part of him wanted to kiss her stupid because mon dieu she was beautiful with her hair down like that. He settled for a simple “Stay here this time, I’ll come get you.” Before turning and vaulting towards the akuma.
Ladybug was a little late to the fight but they got it over with fairly quickly. He destroyed the bracelet the akuma was in and Ladybug captured it and fixed everything. “Would you mind taking her back this time? I’ve gotta run.” Ladybug asked and he nodded. Some of his anger had faded but he wasn’t exactly in a good mood right now. She waved goodbye before hurrying off. “So,” he started turning to Lila, “I hope you won’t be spreading anymore false rumours about people now, especially Marinette.” He growled a little and miss liar shrank under his gaze. She nodded before standing and walking away.
He needed to calm down, Marinette was probably scared and hurt and confused, he didn’t exactly leave her on the best note. By the time he arrived at the Louvre it was closed for cleaning. He slipped inside to grab her but noticed that she was standing by the door. “They umm, kicked me out when it closed.” She said shyly. His brows furrowed.
She looked at him confused before he opened his mouth to speak. “I told you to stay hidden and you didn’t listen. Why?” She frowned, “Don’t you mean ‘thank you Marinette’?” She folded her arms in front of her chest. “Uh no I mean why did you run out from your hiding place, I’m the superhero remember, you can’t go running into the middle of an akuma battle. You don’t have superpowers or a magic suit to protect you.” She walked up to him and pushed her finger into his chest, “You were more important when it came to defeating Seamstress, who cares if my mouth is sewn shut because yours will still work. You needed to be safe more than I did so I saved you.” He clenched his fists, “My job is to protect you“ she cut him off “No your job is to help Ladybug save the akumatized person.” He started speaking, “No, my job is to make sure no one gets hurt, I have to keep everyone safe.” She crossed her arms again, “Once Ladybug’s cure fixed everything I would have been fine.” He stood straight, “Well I wouldn’t be, I wouldn’t be able to function knowing you got hurt because I couldn’t protect you.” She grabbed his shoulders, “And how do you think I feel huh? Seeing you die over and over again! So fuck me if I wanted to save you one time! I can’t keep watching you sacrifice yourself over and over again.” Her voice broke, “And what? You think I would be able to keep fighting if I knew you weren’t safe, I don’t think I could live with myself if Anything happened to you.” He wasn’t yelling anymore but he was still angry with her. She was close to crying again she was so angry.
“For heaven sakes you stupid cat!” She blurted before grabbing his bell and pulling him down to her. He saw her eyes close before their lips met. He closed his eyes and kissed her back, it wasn’t a slow gentle kiss either, it was a desperate, passion filled kiss that made him feel like he was struck by lightning. Her hands tangled in his hair and his arms wrapped around her waist. He couldn’t tell if this was heaven or hell, he felt like he was dancing on cloud nine while her lips burned against his neck. She pulled down his bell zipper slightly and he groaned as she left marks on his collar bone. He grabbed her face and pulled her back up to him, gently biting her bottom lip when she smirked.
He heard a whistling noise somewhere behind Marinette but it barely registered and he lifted her up to get her closer to him. She pulled back and he started leaving marks on her identical to the ones she left on him. “Um Chat.” She whimpered and he wanted to hear her say his name again. “Chat.” She said a little louder, “Hey!” She squeaked and he stopped, looking up at her. Her face was bright red and her eyes were wide. “What?” He asked, lowering her to the ground. He quirked an eyebrow at her before looking above her head. It was Alya and Alix, standing there, watching him make out with their best friend. “Uh, hi.” He said awkwardly, rubbing his neck. “Well hi there.” Alix chuckled. Oh no, he was about to die right? “We’ll leave you two to your, umm, whatever that was but make sure you have her home by 9 young man, you understand me?” Geez she sounded like Mr. Dupain. “Yes ma’am.” He chuckled, wishing he could curl up into a ball and hide. The pair walked off, laughing and whispering together.
He felt something heavy crash into his chest, “Oh, mon dieu I’m a goner.” Marinette groaned. He laughed nervously before hugging her and ruffling her hair. She looked up at him, “You’re still an idiot you know.” He laughed for real this time, “And you’re still beautiful.” Her face turned pink and she put her head against his chest again. He sighed and started purring. “I’m sorry I yelled at you, I was just so worried. Like I said, I don’t think I could function if I found out something happened to you.” She wrapped her arms around him and raised herself up to rest her head in the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry too, I’ll try to stay out of trouble.” He smiled, “You’d better, or I’ll go full Weredad and lock you away.” She giggled, “I think you mean Werecat.” He joined her and they laughed together, wrapped in each other’s embrace. “So, how about a movie night tonight?” He asked. “Why don’t we just cuddle until I fall asleep, that’s basically what we do anyways.” He wagged his tail excitedly, “Do you still have the pillow fort set up from last time?” She giggled again, “Yes I do, now let’s go home kitty, it’s cold out here.” Oh right, she didn’t have a jacket on. He quickly scooped her up and they headed off.
That night he got more than his fair share of cuddles, he even stayed for a sleepover. Thank goodness it was Friday.
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Thank you for reading. It’s a bit spicier than the stuff I usually write but I think I did ok.
#marichat#miraculous lady tales of ladybug and cat noir#miraculous ladybug#miraculous Marinette#miraculous adrien#chat noir#cat noir#slight angst
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Your Strong Disguise - Part 1
Pairing - Ladynoir/Adrienette
Rating - PG
(Standalone, Happens after Miracle Queen, Lukanette and Adrigami are not canon, Marinette doesn't know Adrien threatened Lila)
Marinette squealed as she skidded inside the school gates.
"Sorry, Mr. Harpele!" She called as she ran inside.
"No problem!" He called back kindly like he did almost everyday when she was late.
She shouldn't have stayed up until three last night patrolling!
Well, she did get to spend a lot of time with Chat, and they did get a lot of hijinks of her new guardianship figured out together.....so maybe it wasn't so bad- NO, FOCUS MARINETTE! she screamed in her head.
She didn't know how it was possible to sigh in relief when she was panting for breath, but it seemed like she wasn't that late. She could still hear the chattering of her classmates, meaning that Miss Bustier hadn't arrived yet.
Marinette was too busy reveling in her relief she hadn't noticed the crushed, empty can underneath her mobile feet.
"Woah!" Marinette yelped as she braced for the impact of the ground.
Instead, she felt herself being caught by a pair of strong arms and her face collided against someone's chest instead.
"Marinette, are you okay?" Adrien Agreste's concerned voice rang through her ears.
"Adrien?" Marinette looked up to see him looking at her worriedly.
"Oh, yeah, I-I'm fine!" She said nervously, stepping away a few paces.
"You sure? Nothing broken?"
"Nope! I'm good to go!" Marinette grinned.
Three months ago, she would have cringed at herself for saying something so simple to her crush, but right now, she was proud of herself for not vomiting her words anymore.
Three months ago, she had given up on her feelings for him, to let him and Kagami be happy together. Well, they lasted a good two weeks before deciding to call it quits and remain friends.
And thankfully that did nothing to impact hers and Kagami's friendship either. Adrien and Kagami were a bit awkward for a week, but soon enough that melted away and they were incredibly close.
And Marinette was grateful and surprised that that didn't bother her. In fact, Adrien and her had gotten a lot closer the past few months.
Don't get her wrong, a part of her would always love Adrien, but that tempting, irresistable urge to absolutely be in a romantic relationship with him was no longer there.
And spending more time with a certain black cat with green eyes did help....
"Marinette?"
Adrien's voice made her realise she had been spacing out. Again.
"Oh no. Don't tell me I did it again." She groaned. "How long did I zone out this time?"
"Three minutes?" Adrien giggled.
"And you were just watching as I stared off into nothing?" Marin said crossly.
"Well....you gotta admit." He said, leading her over to the steps. "Waiting till you realise that you were spaced out is quite entertaining. Atleast you didn't jump into the air this time."
Marinette groaned. Sometimes Adrien was worse than her kitty. "It was one time! Will you and Alya never let it go?"
"Alya threatened me not to." He admitted guiltily.
"Of course she did." Marinette sighed as she climbed up the stairs. "So, how come you are arriving at the same time I am? Aren't you the one with the perfectly managed schedule?"
For some reason, Adrien looked nervous. "Uh, you know. I was up all night doing homework. I was so busy with that fencing tournament that I was behind on all my schoolwork."
"Oh right, the one our entire class went to!" Marinette said excitedly. Kagami had gotten off on the right foot with their class, and everyone had cheered for her just as loudly as their did for Adrien. Well, everyone except for Lila who wasn't there because of one of her 'charity trips' that everyone except Adrien and herself 'oohed' and 'aahed' over.
When they entered the classroom, Alix and Kim were having a paper ball war and Max was keeping score. Most of the students were laughing or cheering them on.
Nino was in Marinette's place and was excitedly talking to Alya.
"Hey, you two!" Alya waved, and sent a smug look towards Marinette who quickly glared at her.
"You don't mind if I sit here until Miss Bustier gets here, do you dudette?" Nino asked Marinette who smiled and shook her head. "Not at all, Nino! I'll just sit next to Adrien until then."
The minute they had taken their seats, Alya began, "So, I was thinking, the four of us have a movie night this Friday. It's been so long since the four of us hung out."
"I'm totally on board as long as there are no horror movies." Marinette said.
"You got it, girl. Nino managed to convince me out of that one."
"Wait, am I hearing this right?" Adrien asked in disbelief. "NINO managed to convince Alya out of something?"
"I'm still in shock, to be honest with you bro." Nino deadpanned.
"Oh, don't rub it in." Alya huffed as Adrien and Marinette laughed.
"What about you, Adrien?" Marinette asked. "Do you think you'll be able to make it?"
"Uh...I think so, if I can stay at the top of my fencing, Chinese and basketball classes and practice my piano and ace my photoshoots." He turned positively grumpier as he continued, and Marinette knew why.
"Well, it's settled then." Alya stated. "Since Adrien being able to be there is still on the rocks, I say that we choose a movie that he likes, so even if he is only able to be there on FaceTime, he'll atleast get to see a movie he wants to watch."
"That's a great idea!" Marinette said.
"Yeah, thanks a lot, Alya." Adrien grinned. "Although.... I'm not exactly a film buff?"
"Yeah, everytime we manage to get to hang all you wanna see is anime." Nino said.
Adrien glared at him as Marinette giggled. Yet for some reason, he didn't feel embarrassed in front of her at all.
"Well, do you have any favourite actors-" Marinette began but she was interrupted by a shrill voice.
"Oh my goodness, are you guys having a movie night?" Lila Rossi said excitedly.
Marinette wanted to use her dormant Ladybug strength to kick her off the Earth itself.
Adrien was much better at hiding his emotions, but even he couldn't help but glare at her.
"Yeah we are, Lila." Alya said. "This Friday."
Marinette wanted to throttle her.
"That's so awesome! I'm free this Friday too! Can I come too?"
Alya and Nino were friendly with her, but they looked incredibly uncomfortable.
Marinette took a deep breath. "But I thought you were going to that gala that's honouring your mom in Rome this weekend!" She said innocently.
She wasn't even lying. Lila had been bragging about it for a month. "You were saying how you were going to catch the plane on the 29th, that is this Friday."
Adrien grinned at Marinette proudly. She was so awesome, she didn't even need to raise her voice to get rid of her.
"Oh, um, yeah. I must have forgotten!" Lila said nervously. "My short term memory loss must be acting up again."
"Sorry about that, dude." Nino said kindly.
"Yeah, maybe some other time." Alya said.
Adrien and Marinette shared a relieved look.
"So, as you were saying," Marinette began, not even bothering to check if Lila had gone away or not. "Do you have any favourite actors? Maybe we could see one of their movies?"
Adrien thought. Nino was right, he didn't really watch movies that much. And the only movie he watched intently with reverence was ....his mother's.
He really didn't want to bring up a depressing topic especially when his friends were in high spirits, so he said, "Emilie Graham De Vanily. She's my favourite actress."
Thankfully, none of them recognised the name.
"Huh, I've never heard of her before..." Nino said.
"She's acted in some pretty rare movies, but those are some of the few I watch. You guys..... would be pretty bored by them so maybe it's better if we choose something else." He said apologetically.
"Are you sure?" Alya asked.
"Yeah! I don't mind-"
"Wait, did you say Emilie Graham De Vanily?" Lila began with a laugh so fake it made his stomach retch. "I love her so much! She's one of my oldest family friends!"
Adrien felt like he had been slapped in the face.
"Sorry, what did you say?" He asked quietly.
"Emilie Graham De Vanily, Adrien! I love her too! I've been to all her movie premieres, she's my mom's oldest friend, they went to grade school together! I can help you meet her if you want, she LOVES her fans."
Marinette began irritatedly, "Oh, give me a break-" but Adrien put his hand on hers and stopped her.
He plastered on a smile. "That's awesome, Lila! Do you think you could get me a meeting tomorrow? My whole week is so swamped, I think I could only make some free time for tomorrow."
Lila blanched, but she held on. "I'll see what I can do, Adrien, she's a busy person-"
"You said she loved her fans. So she'll obviously be happy to see me." He said.
Alya, Nino and Marinette had gone quiet. The tension between them was skyrocketingly high.
"Well-"
"So look up when you can meet her." He insisted.
"But I-"
"Look it up." He gritted his teeth so forcefully the entire room went quiet.
Chloe who was talking on her phone turned to see him intently. Sabrina looked up from finishing Chloe's homework. Max paused in the middle of marking Alix's score. Alix dropped her ball. Kim was looking at the five of them in the middle of throwing his ball. Nathaniel didn't look so sleepy anymore. Rose, Mylene and Juleka had their mouths wide open. Even IVAN looked shocked.
None of them had ever heard Adrien sound so furious.
"Adrien, why are you mad at me?" Lila began to sniff fake tears.
"I asked you to look her up. You do have your phone with you, right?" He said, glaring at her.
"Um, yes-" Lila hastened to search for her name.
"What does it say?" He said with an air of fake concern.
"She-she's" Lila was trembling. "She's Emilie Agreste."
A collective gasp echoed through the room.
Adrien had stood up by now.
Marinette was outraged, but she couldn't help but feel unsettled at Adrien's anger.
"So when you manage to find a way to arrange a meeting with my mother who disappeared a year ago, let me know, will you?" He said, fisting his palms so tight he must have drawn blood.
"Adrien, I-"
"Oh, save it." He snapped before storming out of the classroom.
"Adrien!" Marinette called out to him, but he didn't turn back.
"WHAT THE HELL, LILA?!" Marinette roared, spinning around to face the liar. "How could you lie about something like this?!"
"How dare you upset my Adrikins, you bitch?" Chloe shrieked, throwing her phone on the table. "You are disgusting, utterly disgusting!"
"I never thought you would do something like this." Nino wasn't as externally angry as the girls, but he was incredibly upset. "Shame on you Lila."
Alya was beside herself with rage. "How dare you?? What has Adrien done to you to deserve this?! What else have you lied about??"
"I wasn't lying!" Lila blubbered. "He looked so down at yesterday's photoshoot with me I wanted to make him happy! I didn't know his favourite actress was his mom!"
"Yeah, Lila, you made him reeeaally happy. Congratulations." Alix said sarcastically, but her eyes were blazing with fire.
Marinette wanted to stay and watch Lila beautifully ruin herself, but she didn't want to leave Adrien alone at a time like this. She ran out of the classroom's cacophony of loud accuses and tears to find him sitting at the bottom of the stairs, hugging his knees and burying his head in them.
Marinette felt her heart break. Adrien didn't deserve this. Everyone knew he loved his mom dearly, but Marinette realised just how much only now.
Adrien was always kind to Lila, at least before he found out her lies were actually damaging to others. The fact that she would exploit this about him-
No, she couldn't think about Lila now. Adrien needed a friend. And she was going to be one.
She slowly got down the stairs to not startle him.
"Hi, Marinette." Adrien's muffled voice startled her instead.
"H-hey." She said. He still didn't look up.
She sat down next to him, placing a hand on his shoulder.
"I am so sorry." She said sadly.
"Why?" He looked up. His eyes were red with unshed tears. "It's not your fault. You didn't ask her to lie about my mom."
"No, it isn't- but I should have recognised the name, I should have said something sooner-"
He laughed humorlessly, blinking away his tears. "Do you think she would have stopped? I had to let her go that far, even if it was hurtful. She needed to be taken down a peg."
"Oh, Adrien." Marinette said. "It's okay if you want to cry. It's just me."
"I know it is. I....just don't want to be akumatised."
At that moment, Marinette hated Hawkmoth and everything he stood for. Nobody could even think of feeling bad or upset without giving into the fear of being used for evil. As long as he was around, being human was a luxury nobody could afford.
Marinette slung her hand around his arm and pulled herself closer. "I'll keep a lookout for any akumas." She promised.
Adrien looked at her like he was a blind man who was just granted sight. And maybe that was literally true, because his tears were blurring his vision.
Marinette laid her head on his shoulder and he nestled his on the top of hers, letting his tears trickle down his face.
What had he even done to deserve Marinette? He was a nobody compared to her. She was strong, smart, brave, outspoken and most importantly had so much love to give everyone. All he knew was to shrivel up and give in.
He knew since the beginning that she had a thing for Luka. Ever since the ice rink. And yeah, he knew that Luka was a good guy. He was gentle, kind and a great listener. Something anybody would want. Someone Marinette could be incredibly happy with.
He had no idea why he always felt weird about the idea of them together. For a moment, when he figured out that Marinette's handwriting could have been the same one on his Valentine, his heart had leaped. Until it was reminded that there was someone else in her life. So he didn't complain. He didn't want to make the same mistake he made with Ladybug. Not with Marinette. Besides, he had Kagami, so he couldn't complain.
How unlucky was he with love? First Ladybug had someone else, then Marinette, then Kagami and him didn't work out.
Marinette and Luka lasted for an even shorter time than him and Kagami. In fact they were closer than ever as friends. And that made Adrien happy, and that in turn made him hate himself for being happy.
It wasn't long before he realised he had feelings for Marinette, with the help of a gentle prod from Plagg (okay, he threatened that he would use Cataclysm on him if he didn't realise the truth). And for some reason, that scared him.
That was completely new. When it came to his love for Ladybug, he threw himself completely into it. He never gave up on trying to win her affections, and her refusal of her feelings hadn't stopped him either. So why was he so scared to tell Marinette the exact same thing all of a sudden?
Boom!
"Adrien Agreste!" A demonized voice shrieked from the recently bombarded classroom door.
"What was that?!" Marinette tumbled out of his arms as they got up.
Steadying her, Adrien looked up to see a levitating figure, clothed in loose robes of purple and had sashes flying out of her sleeves. Her long brown hair was loose and was billowing behind her like a train. Her skin was light purple but failed to match the red hot anger in her face.
"Lila?" Marinette gasped.
"You two!" She screeched. "You humiliated me! And you are going to suffer dearly for it!"
One of her sashes extended towards them, but Adrien pulled Marinette out of the way, running ahead of Lila.
She cackled. "Do you actually think you can outrun the Guilt Tripper?!"
"Adrien! Her sash is growing!" Marinette yelled from behind him.
Without wasting another second, Adrien paused to grab Marinette bridal style as he ran with her.
"What the-" Marinette squealed as she held on to his neck.
"Don't worry, Marinette, I'll get you to a safe place!" He said quickly as he ran towards the direction of the girls' restrooms.
Marinette didn't know if she was shaken by the Akuma or Adrien's surprisingly large amounts of superhuman strength.
Setting her down in front of the door, he said, "Get inside before she catches up to you!"
"What? What about you?!" Marinette said forcefully.
Adrien reached behind her to open the door and gently shove her inside.
"It's not you she's after." He said breathlessly. "You don't need to get hurt unnecessarily."
"Adrien are you insane?! You're not going after her alone-"
"Lock the door from the inside." He said before closing the door and running away to transform.
"Looks like I found the guilty party!" An evil laugh from behind him said.
Before he knew it, he was tightly wound by her sash and was being pulled towards her.
"Let me go!" He grunted, trying to pull away from her.
"After what you did to me?! You could have just let it be! Who was it harming?? Isn't that the Adrien Agreste logic? Stand by and do nothing?"
Her words stung more than they should have.
Her eyes suddenly turned more purple than they already were, and before Adrien could do anything she aimed at his neck and fired.
Pain crept up through his veins, and then he was falling. Right into Ladybug's arms.
"Sorry, looks like the real jury's arrived, Lila." Ladybug said smugly.
"I'm not Lila, I'm the Guilt Tripper!" She screamed before firing at Ladybug.
Ladybug expertly dodged her, and ran away with Adrien.
"Are you okay?!" She asked him.
"Yeah, I am fine, I managed to avoid the worst of her blast!" He said, panting for breath.
She ran out towards the stairs leading to the basement. "Do you think you can hide there?"
"Yes, thank you for saving me Ladybug." He said as she put him down. "Is Marinette okay?" He asked anxiously.
"She was the one who told me where you were. I told her to lock herself in a bathroom stall." She smiled.
Adrien sighed in relief. If Marinette got hurt because of him, he would never forgive himself.
"Stay out of danger, Adrien. And one more thing." Ladybug said.
"Yes?"
"Don't accept responsibility for something that is not your fault." She said seriously before swinging away.
See you soon, Bugaboo. He thought as he ran down the stairs.
"Plagg, let's go!" He opened up his overshirt.
"I was enjoying my cheese- Adrien, what's that on your neck?!" Plagg yelped.
"Huh?" He looked down. He hadn't even noticed that his neck was still throbbing with pain.
Now he was wearing a choker with a large purple pendant with a symbol of a mirror cracked right through the middle.
"Where did that come from?" He wondered, but then a sharp sting of pain creeped through his head.
"Aghhhh!" Adrien yelled, holding his head.
"Adrien! ADRIEN!" Plagg was screaming.
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"Everything is perfect, my dear Mayura." Hawkmoth leered. "Lila Rossi has begun the first part of our plan. Now it is your turn."
Mayura smiled bewitchingly at him before plucking a feather from her fan. Closing her fist around it, she filled it with amokised energy and merged it with a ballpoint pen.
Closing her eyes, she visualised her sentimonster. Blond, wild hair, vivid green eyes, tall and sturdy, black leather, and the final touch, his tail.
She opened her eyes to see a perfect image of Chat Noir in front of her.
"Chat Noir, you are Ladybug's true love. You will stop at nothing until she returns your affections and becomes yours and yours alone. Are you ready?" She took his ringed hand and placed the pen on his outstretched palm.
He opened his eyes. Mayura beamed at her creation. He was perfect. He looked exactly like his real version, but the eyes that normally held mischief and tenderness now held a feral hunger for his prey, Ladybug.
"I was born ready, Mayura." He smirked.
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“A Lesson In Tightropes” {1/5}
Hello everybody, this my first post on Tumblr. I written this story prior the release of Miraculous Ladybug season 4. A lot of things in this won’t match up to the current season. So think about it in a way of an AU story.
Read A Full Version Of Part 1 of “A Lesson In Tightropes” on Wattpad
Part 1 : Balance
Balance.
Another important skill needed in this never ending circus that we call life. As that’s what it can be seen as a complex balancing act. From the moment that we learn to move or stand we are supposed to follow a straight line without a certain end. As time starts to build up things are shove into our hands to juggle from small things such cleaning your room, washing behind your ears and finishing the vegetables on your plate. To the attempts of finishing ten page papers for university, keeping your light bill paid, and scrimping enough money for this month’s rent. The round shiny pennies that you have been juggling had turned into round shiny porcelain plates. More fragile and easier to break while trying to walk the straight line of a tightrope. The crowd that’s watching is ready to boo at you for any misstep and misdeed that is done, like the entertainment that you are. While the crowd that is supporting you and your accomplishments seem small like they can barely make a sound, even when it becomes too much and you fall without a safety net.
Up above the colors of orange and yellow painted Paris’ sky as the sun rose one early spring Friday morning. Sunlight quickly took its reign warming the frosty air from the previous night. The few people that were already out during this early morning minding their business as most were returning home from a grueling night shift or leaving for the long early shift that the day would give them. But right above them was the city’s beloved heroine Ladybug swinging through the sky with her trusty yoyo. The bug tossed the yoyo to latch onto the rooftops ahead to prolong the cycle of rush and relief of her body being pushed through the sky by her own hands.
As she had only one solid thought on her mind: home.
The few people who would look above and see the heroine had a few names that come to mind: hero, protector, role model, icon and savior. With all the things that Hawkmoth had thrown at her she seemed unstoppable. However, those were the people who easily let themselves get lost in the sparkle. They couldn’t see or wanted to notice the sway back in the bug’s posture, the misshapen form as she swung or the hesitation between each jump as she hanged onto the yoyo’s wire for dear life.
As underneath the surface level, it was clear that the spirit of exhaustion had been clinging onto her.
Nevertheless, Ladybug couldn’t stop moving as she sprung forward from the rooftop of Collège Françoise DuPont to the balcony of the nearby bakery. Nearly missing her footing on the balcony’s railing, the bug then jumped forward into the balcony’s opened trap door landing onto her bed that was underneath the opening. She landed flat on her back letting the cushiony padding of the mattress break her fall.
“Tikki,” the heroine said groggily. “Spots off.”
Magical red dust surrounded her body peeling off her costume and reverting her back into her civilian clothes. Tikki landed on the bed’s pillow, eyes already shut the kwami letting out a small yawn. While Marinette’s eyelids felt heavy, she felt herself slipping into a deep slumber needed to recover from last night and all of the previous nights before. Ever since she had returned home from her trip from New York. There have been back to back akumas and sentimonsters that Ladybug and Chat Noir had to deal with for the past three weeks. All of them appeared during the dead of night. It was like this Hawkmoth’s revenge for them not letting him plunge the world into another world war.
It was akuma alert notification, the most recent of many.
She suited up like usual, leaving her home after midnight hoping that this wouldn’t take long as she still was exhausted from the previous night. But those hopes were for nothing as the villain Creature Feature took hours to defeat, leaving both her and Chat Noir dragging themselves home, exhausted. Marinette turned over, eyes now shut as the mattress cushioned her aching body as she tried to reach dreamland. However, as she started to drift, a loud beeping startled the new guardian causing her eyes to fly wide open and herself to raise up. Marinette looked ahead to see at the foot of her bed was her phone ringing. She reached forward grabbing her phone as her alarm for school was going off.
But it couldn’t be time not yet as between last night and the night before she barely had gotten four hours of sleep! The guardian shut off her alarm and stubbornly threw herself underneath her covers. It can’t be time for school. That wasn’t fair as she didn’t want to go. Maybe today could be her sick day, better yet a mental health day.
It was the minimum of what she deserved.
But she heard a knock at her bedroom door, the guardian’s body didn’t even budge.
There was more knocking on the door, her mother’s voice came through the door calling out to her. “Marinette, sweetie it’s time to wake up. You don’t want to be late for school again. This will be the fifth time this week that you have been hard to get up!”
Marinette just let out a loud groan, taking her pillow on her head and bending it to cover her ears like this was going to be one of the worst days of her life.
An hour passed as the guardian dragged herself out of the door of the bakery with her purse and backpack. Instead of her usual outfit she was wearing a black tank top underneath a soft pink cotton top with short cutout sleeves, black sweatpants, and pink converse sneakers. She had dark sunken in circles underneath her eyes. A few minutes after not responding Marinette’s mother came into her room after Tikki hid trying to coax the young guardian out of bed. It got to the point it was easier for Marinette to force herself out of bed than trying and failing to get some sleep in the midst of that. In addition, her typical arsenal of excuses failed her, each one that she could think of Sabine counteracted with the statement of hearing it all before.
So Marinette got up and got ready just figuring the best thing to do is suck it up for another day. That was the notion that she had in her mind as she crossed the street to school. As outside in front of the steps students stood in their own groups chatting away with each other before class started. Marinette spotted Alya leaning against the wall of the school steps on her phone.
“Hey,” Marinette yawned as she approached her friend.
“Hey girl,” Alya said looking up from her phone. “You’re actually on time today.”
“You can thank my mom,” Marinette faintly smiled. “She wouldn’t let me be nearly late five days in a row.”
“Good mom, but hey are you okay?” Alya raised a brow.
“Yes, I’m a little bit tired,” the guardian nodded her head. “No big deal.”
“Well you’re not the only one,” her best friend gestured her head to the right. “It seems that your “friend” haven’t gotten much sleep either.”
Marinette turned her head in the same direction as she saw Adrien and Nino a few feet away. Adrien looked similar to her, a glazed look with deep dark circles underneath his eyes.
“Dude, you okay?” Nino asked him. “You look wiped.”
“Huh?” Adrien asked, almost like he was spacing out. “Yeah I just had a long fencing practice last night to get ready for our tournament in the next few weeks. Then I stayed up late doing homework.”
“So you sure you are fine?” Alya asked, bringing the attention back to her. “These couple weeks, you have appeared more exhausted every time I seen you.”
“I’m just a little jag lag from our trip.”
“The trip that we came back from three weeks ago? Nice try, M, that’s not going to work this time.”
“Um...well...it’s true.”
“Okay maybe I’m sounding a little pushy but I’m just a little worried about you.”
“That’s sweet but there’s nothing to worry about.”
“It’s not just me but other people. Alix texted me asking if you were coming to the Louvre this weekend to check out the “Fashion Through The Ages” exhibit like you said you were, considering that you cancelled going ice skating last with us last weekend.”
“Really? Why did she not text me?”
“Maybe because it’s been a little hard to reach you lately? You really haven’t been picking up or replying to our texts. So she just figured what was the point?”
Marinette bit her lip as she remembered last weekend she had come home from defeating the villain Archaic around seven in the morning after she got an akuma alert two in the morning. She was utterly exhausted and knew no way that could make it to the ice rink around eleven so she just texted the girls that she couldn’t go and went to bed. Practically for these past couple weeks beside school it’s been a trade off her sleeping and being Ladybug.
“So what?” Marinette’s eyes shifted to the side.
“So what? I’m worried about you ever since we got back from New York. You’ve been saying that either you’re busy or that you’re going to just go home to sleep. But you are still looking exhausted. Is there something going on? It’s starting to look like you have a double life or something.”
“Double life?!” Marinette exclaimed. “No way, I’m too boring to have a double life. I’m so dull that flies don’t even land on me! Boring is my middle name Marinette “Boring” Dupain-Cheng!”
“Well Miss Boring then what’s keeping you up at night?” Alya folded her arms, as if she wasn’t going to accept anymore deflection.
Marinette was at a loss for words as the truth feeling poison in her throat that if spilled as it would come up like acid. That she would die either way in this public setting. Unless she did her least favorite habit.
Lying.
“Okay okay you got me,” the guardian gave her friend a tight smile. “You’re so good, Miss Reporter.”
“Huh?” her friend looked confused.
“I’ve been working hard on a very special project...for you and the girls,” she wrapped an arm around Alya’s shoulders.
“Really?”
“Yep, I have been doing this project for weeks...that’s why I have been busy and tired. It’s all for you girls.”
Alya just looked at her with a stern face.
Marinette bit her lip as she thought. Is she buying this? No way that she’s buying this, she knows me way too well.
Her friend just shook her head. “That’s really sweet but leave it up to you to do something nice that is causing your own detriment.”
“Well you know me...I’m a giver. So everybody can stop worrying, it’s all over now.”
“Alright,” the inspiring reporter sounded skeptical. “Then I guess we can come over and you can show us the surprise tomorrow.”
“What?” the guardian looked confused.
“You said it was over, that means you’re done right?”
“Right... I guess that’s what it means, right...”
“Cool, then the rest of the girls and I can come to your place tomorrow before you go to the museum. Since Nora and I gotta take the twins to the circus tonight.”
“Circus?” she asked her as if it’s the first she heard of this.
“Yeah, I told you on Tuesday that Ella won four tickets for Andrea’s Traveling Circus that is going to be in town this weekend. As she won the award for most improved student in her class. Nora and I were going to take them since my mom and dad are going out to celebrate their wedding anniversary, remember?”
“Oh yeah.”
A string of electronic chimes came from the school causing the students to wrap up their conversations as they started to make their way up the steps.
“Ugh, the warning bell, we got five minutes until class starts,” Alya started to walk toward the steps. “Let’s go, the last thing that we need is Ms. Bustier marking us late.”
“Right,” Marinette yawned while following her up the steps feeling this was going to be a long day.
With that Marinette entered the school and dragged herself through a typical school day with an overwhelming feeling of exhaustion. To her it felt like the day trudged on even during lunch while Alya told the girls about the surprise, the one that the guardian had came up on the spot. So imagine her relief when she reached her last class of the day: Early World History. Her sleepy eyes were glued to Ms. Bustier as she was in the middle of her lesson about the industrial revolution. As the teacher lectured the guardian tried to keep her eyes open, keeping her mind and hands busy by taking notes on her school issued tablet.
But it was hard to keep her head up.
She looked at the clock as it read 1:05 pm. There was only fifty five minutes left of the school day, fifty five long excruciating minutes. While her head felt like it weighed like a ton of bricks that went through a centrifuge.
Come on Marinette you just got less than an hour left, you can do this. She thought.
However, her eyelids were getting heavier. She rubbed them a bit letting out another yawn. Before she knew it she could hear the ringing of the school bell causing her bolt right back up in her seat with a loud gasp realizing that she had been laying her head on her desk. Marinette’s eyes darted around the classroom to see that all her classmates were staring at her with confused expressions on their faces. Suddenly her face turned a shade of beet red.
“Okay class that is enough for today we will finish up our lesson on Monday,” Ms. Bustier said, her stern eyes right on Marinette. “For homework please read chapters eighteen and nineteen over the weekend.”
After that instruction the class packed up for the day and started to leave for dismissal while Ms. Bustier turned to the classroom’s chalkboard starting to erase the board’s chalk writings.
“D-did I fall asleep?” Marinette turned to Alya.
“Yeah halfway through class,” Alya replied.
“Halfway through class? Why didn’t you wake me up?”
“I tried nudging you but you wouldn’t budge. It was like trying to move a brick house.”
“I was that out of it?”
“Yeah you literally were snoring during class,” Nino chimed in.
Marinette’s face became a deeper shade of red. “I don’t snore.”
“Trust me you do,” said a familiar voice.
Marinette looked away from Nino to see Chloè standing in front of their desks, arms folded with a little smug smile on her face.
“Seriously Dupain-Cheng who knew someone like you snored just like a pig,” the mayor’s daughter laughed. “I guess the whole class knows now.”
“At least I don’t sound like a strangled cat when I talk, like you do!” Marinette snapped at her.
Chloè’s blue eyes narrowed in shock as if she was surprised that kind of comment had been made.
“Marinette, can you please stay after class as I would like to talk to you,” Ms. Bustier said, still erasing the board.
Paris’ newest guardian’s eyes suddenly become big as saucers. While Chloè’s smug smile returned as she left the classroom.
Marinette buried her head in her hands. “I don’t believe this.”
“Do you want me to stay for you?” Adrien asked her.
Marinette moved her hands and looked back at the golden haired model. “Really?”
“Yeah it’s the least that I could do after you convinced my father to let me go to New York,” he said.
A tiny smile formed on her lips at that sentiment but then she looked at the dark circles underneath his eyes. He looked just exhausted as she did.
“Um no you don’t have to,” Marinette told him. “I mean...I appreciate it but I made bed now I need to lay in it.”
With that the group packed up the things and her friends left the classroom to carry out the rest of their day. Marinette walked down the steps with her backpack and purse to Ms.Bustier’s desk where the teacher was sitting looking through a stack of papers.
“Ms. Bustier, you said that you wanted to talk to me,” Marinette approached the desk, already feeling like she was on pins and needles.
“Yes Marinette as we have something to discuss,” said the teacher.
“About sleeping in class? I’m so sorry I didn’t mean too. I just didn’t get much sleep last night but I promise it will never happen again.”
“It is not exactly just that but also there is something else I would like to discuss.”
Ms. Bustier pulled out one of the sheets from the stack of papers that she was holding and placed it on the desk. It was a quiz paper with Marinette’s name written in the guardian’s own handwriting. The paper was covered with red ink markings and up top the final score was twenty five percent.
“This is your history quiz grade from the quiz that we took on Tuesday. I graded them all but didn’t have a chance to pass them out today like I planned,” Ms. Bustier told her. “But your grade is twenty five percent Marinette which is a F. Is there something you want to tell me?”
“Uh...I’m sorry.”
“This wasn’t a hard quiz either as the second lowest grade in the class was seventy two percent. Most of these questions were things we discussed in class and the others were from the textbook. Was you able to study?”
Marinette’s eyes shifted as she thought back to Monday night this week. She had taken a nap after coming home from school then started up her chemistry homework when her phone went off with an akuma alert. Steel Titan, a giant robot sentimonster was terrorizing downtown. By the time she got back she only had an hour before school that she used to finish her chemistry homework instead of studying.
“Just a little...I was busy,” she sheepishly told her teacher.
“With what?” Ms. Bustier’s eyes shifted from stern to concerned. “After falling asleep in class I’m worried about you Marinette. I have noticed that your grades have been slipping. So I would like to ask, is everything okay? Is there something going on at home?”
“What? Of course not, everything is fine.”
“Well about your personal life? Family, friends, relationships? If there is something you want to talk about I’m here to listen. It can be about anything.”
Marinette was unsure how to respond. What could tell her that she actually been Ladybug this whole time? That every time that she had been running late or had to excuse herself for a bathroom break she was saving the city. Along with Chat Noir she stopped Hawkmoth from plunging the world into another world war with two other heroes. That was now she was Paris’ only guardian of the miraculous because her mistakes caused the other one to give up his memories due to her getting so emotional over a guy she had recently given the friend label. That might have to suffer the same fate if she ever had to give up her title as guardian. That the thought of that actually terrifies her. She has been running herself so ragged that sometimes standing up is a chore.
Those are the things that she wanted to tell her but couldn’t.
“Nope, I just should have studied like I was supposed to,” Marinette told her. “Um, to be honest it’s my fault. I...stayed up late watching this show called Infinity Lights and I put off studying.”
“Infinity Lights? I love that show, how far are you?” Ms. Bustier stated.
“Uh,” Marinette started as she never saw a single episode of the show. The only reason she said it was because she saw a build board advertising the show when she swung home this morning. “Not far just the first season.”
“Ah so stakes haven’t really hiked up yet but what do you think about Miranda and Nick?”
“I like them. Miranda is my favorite.”
“Really? My favorite is Bridget. But is that the only thing going on?”
“Yes, I didn’t do well with organizing my priorities. So I’m in trouble?”
“Not exactly the grade that you earned on the quiz still stands; it is just a quiz grade so it shouldn’t impact your final grade significantly compared to a test. However, I would like you to promise me something.”
“A promise? What kind of promise?”
“I would like you to promise me that over this weekend you are going to get some rest. I expect you to come here Monday morning on time, well rested, homework done and ready to learn. If you can’t do it then I have no choice then call your parents and schedule a conference with your parents. To let them know about your grades and lack of sleep, do you understand?”
Marinette hanged her head. “Yes ma’am.”
After wrapping up things with Ms.Bustier, Marinette went home instantly going straight to her bedroom to get to work. As she had dug herself in a hole with her friends telling them about a great surprise that apparently took three weeks to do. She entered her room, dropping her purse and backpack on the floor to sit at her desk to think of something to make. Tikki flew out of her purse suggesting she get some sleep as she looked exhausted. But the guardian protested stating that she lied and now that she had to lie she must become an honest person by making the lie true. Tikki tried to convince her otherwise but Marinette was insistent. So here she was hours later still at her desk working in her sketchbook surrounded by wadded up balls of paper on her desk of rejected ideas. At first it was hats then phone cases then it was hand knitted scarfs. But either it was that she didn’t have enough time or materials.
It wasn’t until an hour ago that she settled on making homemade earrings as it looked enough that time was taken and she had the materials from a jewelry making kit that ironically Alya gave her for her birthday.
So there she was sketching as she had to make five original pairs of earrings all before tomorrow afternoon. However when trying to sketch Alya’s the first one on the list she couldn’t think of anything. It seemed the well of creativity that she usually tapped into had dried up.
Not to mention she was still tired.
“This is hopeless,” Marinette groaned.
Suddenly she heard a familiar beeping alert sound coming from her purse on the floor. The guardian’s heart was now filled with dread as she stood up from her seat being pulled to it by curiosity and obligation. She went into her purse and pulled out her phone to see the already lit screen. It had a notification that said:
AKUMA ALERT: SUSPICIOUS ACTIVITY REPORTED BETWEEN THOMAS AVENUE AND DURAND AVENUE. PLEASE AVOID THIS AREA FOR THE TIME BEING. IF NEARBY GET TO SAFETY. ANOTHER NOTIFICATION WILL BE SENT ONCE THE AREA IS DEEMED SAFE. IF THERE’S A EMERGENCY PLEASE CALL EMERGENCY SERVICES.
Marinette looked at the notification as she knew where those streets were located deep downtown. It appeared that her alter ego was needed.
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For the full version of part one, check it out on Wattpad. If you made it this far, thank you so much! I really appreciate it.
Also a little music to set the mood. Especially if you read the full Wattpad version.
Also here’s a link to the song on YouTube.
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Rising from the Ashes: Of Dates and Disguises
So this is Part Seven here is to my Master List and Part Six.
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He texts back his Angel asking to go out this Friday night. She responded positively. He told her that he would pick her up from work. She told him not to overdo it or she wouldn’t talk to him again for a month. He promised he would try and keep it lowkey. Damian fell asleep with a smile on his face and a place in mind.
She wore a red a three-quarter sleeve dress the flows out between her elbow and wrist, the skirt is flowy and ends above the knee. She wore cute ankle boots and black tights. She grabbed her black mini purse. It was still cold, so she grabbed her navy blue winter coat has fluffy faux fur on the hood. The next day of Marinette’s work went well.
She excitedly waits outside of Lucky Spot for Damian. She hears her phone ring, she picks it up. "Hi, Angel. I'm running a bit late. I got caught up in a bunch of traffic. I thought I would be out in time, but I'll be around ten minutes late. Can I pick you up at your apartment?" Damian asks speaking louder than need be.
"Damian, that sounds super loud are you ok? Are you safe?" Marinette asked, walking towards her apartment.
"Yes it's just traffic," Damian says. "Umm, I gotta go.."
"Oh ok," She said while hanging up. She finished walking home, texted Damian her address, and turned on the news. Robin and Red Hood were fighting Mr. Freeze. Well, they finished fighting they had Mr. Freeze in cuffs and was in the GPD's custody. Robin ran off out of view, the reporter talked about the fight when she heard a knock on her door. She got up quickly while turning off the t.v. and answered the door.
"Hey Damian," She smiles as she sees the boy, normally perfect black hair was quite messy, but handsomely messy, his green eyes sparkling in her dim lights. "Welcome to my humble abode. Would you like to take a look around?"
"That would be lovely," Damian said, closing the door behind him.
"Just let me remind you that I've only been living here for a couple of days and not everything is decorated or how I would like it to be," Marinette explained, quickly. "This is my kitchen and living room it's an open floor plan." If you follow me this way I have what will be my sewing room once I sell this twin bed. This is my bedroom, it's a mess right now so I'm just going to close this real quick. Then the bathroom is right here."
"This is quite a nice apartment for only being here for a couple of days," Damian compliments. "It doesn't look like you have much stuff though. Did you not take any of your stuff with you? Did your family not give you any housewarming gifts?"
"I recently lost my parents, that's part of the reason I left," Marinette said her face falling a bit. "They died when our house burned down, so I started from scratch. The things I own now were either left by the last tenant left, hand-me-downs from Chloe, or things I recently bought."
"Well I'm sorry for your loss, but I know you're strong. I'll be here if you need my support, Angel, as your friend or something more," Damian said, Marinette ran over and hugged him.
"Thank you, Damian. That means so much to me," Marinette said into his chest.
"You ready for dinner, Angel?" Damian asked, rubbing her back.
"Yes, just as long as it's nothing over the top as I said last night," Marinette said, looking up at the handsome boy breaking away from the hug.
"Yes, come on," Damian said as she locked the door. They walked downstairs, Damian then opens the door to his car for her.
"So where are we going?" She says, buckling her seat belt.
"It's going to be a surprise," Damian smirked, looking forward at the road, safety first.
"Can't wait," Marinette said, looking at the window, watching the city go by. "The city is so beautiful. Oh! I forgot to ask, did you get caught up in the Mr. Freeze traffic. I saw it on the news, man it must have crazy growing up in this city."
"You saw that?" Damian asked, looking over at the beautiful girl.
"Yes, it was the traffic light boy," Marinette smirked. "and Red Hood. They took him down quite fast, but Robin left quickly after Mr. Freeze was in cuffs."
"Traffic Light Boy?" He asks, remembering what Ladybug had said the night before. He smiles, knowing that the girl he wants as his girlfriend, is even more amazing than he thought.
Marinette blushes as she explains. "I didn't know Robin's name when I moved here, but my first impression was a traffic light. The designer in me died just a bit but since it's a right of passage, and it's quite honorable."
"We're here," Damian said, getting out of the car then he opens the door for Marinette. "Welcome to the first restaurant my father took me to when he first got custody of me from my mother."
"This looks so homey, what food do they serve," Marinette asked, taking a seat on a stool at the counter.
"Burgers, french fries, hotdogs, milkshakes, and pizza. I hated American food growing up because my mother had me on a strict diet," Damian said. "It's still not my favorite, but I want you to have the full American experience. Do you want to get a little of everything and just split it?"
"Sounds good," Marinette giggles. "So you've heard about me. What can you tell me about you?"
"I grew up with my mother Talia and my grandfather. They were big on self-defense, I spent a lot of time on learning martial arts; I have achieved many black belts. I don't want to talk about myself, I want to hear more about you," Damian said. The waitress came over and took their order.
"I started designing at a young age because I didn't want to be in my parents' bakery shadow. They were the best in Paris, but I didn't want to disappoint them if I wasn't as good as them. As a thirteen-year-old in collège, I started designing for Jagged Stone. I also was found by Gabriel Agreste after winning a competition. He then let me release my line," Marinette told him. The food had arrived and as Damian said they split everything. "So what do you want to do after you're done with school?"
"As the only true blood heir to Wayne Enterprises my brother decided that I would inherit the company, but they would always help me," Damian said, taking a bite of burger. "How do you like American food?"
"It's pretty good, but it seems super unhealthy. I think I'll stick to homemade Parisian food for a while. Next time I'll make the food," Marinette said, pulling out her wallet from her purse to pay.
"Ok you know that I am a son of one of the richest men in the world, but you insist on pay, why?" Damian asks, taking her wallet before she could pull out money.
"Because, my prince, you were first Damian, Titus' owner. The boy I first met was adorably nervous, complimented me, and insisted on paying for breakfast as a sorry for being tackled by his dog," Marinette said. "I'll pay the tip. It's a tip or all meal."
"Fine," Damian said, giving her back her wallet. He paid the part he said he would. They left and he held the restaurant door open then also opened his car door for her. Damian walked Marinette up to her apartment.
"Thank you, Damian, for walking me up to my apartment," Marinette said unlocking her door then turns toward him.
"Thank you for coming with me. You make me happy, Angel," Damian said looking down at her. Marinette leaned up and kissed his cheek. He leaned forward and whispered. "Angel, may I kiss you?"
"Prince, I thought you would never ask," Marinette leaned up and met his lips. They are incredibly soft. They broke their chaste kiss. "Goodnight my Prince."
"Wait, Angel, will you be my girlfriend?" Damian said stopping the door before she could finish closing it.
"I would love that," Marinette said hugging him.
"Thank you, Angel, for making my life brighter," he said, kissing her head. "Good night, Marinette."
"Good night, Damian," She closes the door with a smile, she slides to the ground.
The next morning Marinette got up and put on a straight long brown with blonde highlights wig she had bought earlier that week. She put on green contacts and wore the horse miraculous. She wore an emerald green shirt and her black skater skirt, all paired with green converse.
“Hey, Chloe,” Marinette said into her phone. “I’m about the teleport is it ok if I use your room.”
“Ya I’m here now, I’ll be waiting,” Chloe said then hung up.
“You heard Chloe, girls,” Marinette said looking at the kwamis. “Kaaliki full gallop. Full forth!"
The portal opened and she stepped through, now standing In Chloe’s room. She detransforms and hugs her friend.
“I haven’t seen you in forever!” Marinette said.
“It hasn’t been a week,” Chloe said.
“It feels like longer though. Guess what?” Marinette said breaking the hug now looking at her friend.
“What, you got Titus owner to be your boyfriend,” Chloe guesses, rolling her eyes. Marinette blushes. “Wait seriously? You’ve been in America for five days and you already have a boyfriend? I guess I need to come to America too. Help me pack my bags?”
“Chloe his name is Damian and he’s super sweet,” Marinette smiles.
“Lila’s fake boyfriend’s name is also Damian,” Chloe snickers and then mimics. "Her Damiboo is so shy." They laugh together and Chloe takes a closer look at Marinette. "So who are you today?" Chloe asks
"Today I am Ann Prince, and I am here to visit my dear childhood friend, Chloe," Marinette said in a British accent, twirling.
"Hello Ann I'm happy to see you again, it has been ages," Chloe says, hugging her long lost friend. "What do you have planned for today?"
"Well, I would love to see the friends your friends you speak so highly of. If I remember correctly Adrien and Kagami have a fencing tournament, then Kitty Section has a performance," Marinette said with a smile.
"I'll text my friends to let them know that my dear friend Ann is coming," Chloe said texting them. "Want some lunch before the tournament?"
"I woke up, got dressed and came here, so breakfast would be better," Marinette said as they leave Chloe's room.
"How about brunch?" she says closing the door. "There's a small cafe near here we can go to."
"That would be lovely," Marinette said as they walk together in sync they talk about everything they had missed. They eat eggs and benedict. They talk about their futures, how Chloe is doing in school, and most importantly Christmas.
When they arrive they sit in the front row. They're on the quieter side careful not to draw attention to themselves. After Kagami won the girl's division she came and sat with Ann and Chloe. She smiled seeing the bluenette turned brunette.
"Good job you guys! Hi, my name is Ann, I'm one of Chloe's childhood friends," Marinette greeted, still speaking in her British accent.
"Hi, I am Adrien Agreste, and this is my beautiful girlfriend Kagami," Adrien said, hugging Ann.
"Hello, Ann," Kagami said also hugging her. Lila and Alya walk up to the group.
"So who is your new friend, you're all so quick to replace Marinette. What? Is she a bully too?" Aha sneers.
"Well I am Ann Prince, it is a pleasure to meet you," she said, holding out a hand with a sickeningly sweet smile.
"Ann you don't want to hang out with these people, they are bullies," Lila warned smiling.
"Lila, why are you here?" Adrien said, stepping in front of Ann.
"I came to see you of course Adrihoney! You are my boyfriend!" Lila screamed, wrapping her arms around his neck.
"Lila, I've told you many times that we are not dating. I'm dating Kagami and have been for two years," Adrien said.
"We both know your father is making you date her. I'll be here for when you can finally be free from her cold claws," Lila said, walking off with Alya tailing behind her.
"Well, you guys ready to head to Kitty Section's performance?" Marinette asks.
"Sounds like a plan, Ann," Chloe said, locking elbows as they walk out of the school.
Kitty Section is playing at the TVi studio as part of a competition judged by Uncle Jagged. Apparently, he had been a bit quieter since his niece's funeral. She was excited to see her friends and her uncle even from afar. Luka won the best guitar solo, but Kitty Section did not win as a group.
"Hi, Luka! My name is Ann and I'm an old friend of Chloe. It's nice to meet you," Marinette said still in her British accent, hugging the bluenette. "Congratulations, I loved your guitar solo! The rest of your group was pretty good."
"Thank you, Ann, you guys ready for dinner? I’m starving," Luka said turning to the rest of the group.
"That sounds great! I haven't eaten since before the competition," Adrien said, rubbing his stomach.
They ate dinner together. They chatted and she told them the news of her and Damian. She told them about the Gotham heroes and everything in between. They told her about their Christmas plans. They smile as the pay and say goodbye. She left to go talk to Master Fu.
"Master Fu, it's good to see you, she says bowing. "I ended up in America, how are you able to get me the correct papers?"
"It's good to see you again Ms. Marinette. I like the wig and contacts a simple but good disguise," Master Fu compliments. "I just have my connections, don't worry it's nothing illegal."
The process didn't take long and soon she was heading back to Chloe's room. She opened the door to see her friends sitting down watching an anime. She sat down on the couch her friends and watch half an anime before they're interrupted by a bing.
Prince: Hey Angel how are you doing
"Aww Damian is texting," Marinette said, smiling at her phone.
Angel: Pretty good. what've you been up to today?
'Prince: I had a couple of meetings today. They were boring, but I'm alive. How bout you'
Angel: Chloe video called me so I could watch Adrien and Kagami's tournament. Then Kagami video called me so I could watch Luka's performance. It was fun. Want to come to my apartment tomorrow for a homemade meal
Prince: I would love that
Angel: Great see you, tomorrow prince
Prince: It sounds like you're getting ready for bed, but do you realize it's only two o'clock
Angel: Seriously I didn't even realize it
Prince: Lost in a design?
Angel: No, Adrien recommended us all a different and new anime, Sword Art Online. It's pretty good
Prince: Well I hope you enjoy it. Dick is telling me to pay attention. Bye Angel.
Angel: Good luck, Prince.
Marinette smiles, standing up while saying. "Guys. I should be going. It's already eight here, two in Gotham. I'll miss you guys, I'll be back for Chinese New Year and regular New Year."
"Well we can't wait to see you again Ann," Adrien said, hugging the girl the rest join in the group hug.
"Kaalki, full gallop," She transforms back into Mare. "Thank you for announcing my moving, by the way. Full forth. See you guys soon." Then she was gone. She had taken some French food she had missed a bit. She put the food in the kitchen, and grabbed her sketchbook, wanting to sketch her new found inspiration from being home. After a couple of hours of designing, and a shower she went to bed early because of jet lag sorta.
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Cause I knew I was in love with you (when we sat in silence): Marichat May 2020 - Day 10
(Sorry for the late Tumblr update, I had some problems with the internet last night. It is still day 10 somewhere, right?)
AO3 | For the @marichatmay
Collab with @lalunaoscura
DAY 1 | <- 9 | 10 | 11 ->
Day 10 — Can I borrow your miraculous?
“Hello?” She picked her phone, still sleepy. Her hand slid across the bed, searching for Chat, but he wasn’t there.
“Marinette? Are you not coming to school today?”
She opened her eyes and sat in the bed, moving the phone away from the ear to see the screen.
It was Monday.
She was late for school.
And it was Adrien calling her.
Oh, shit.
“Sorry, I was sleeping! But I will be there in five minutes. Three if I find my things.”
He chuckled.
“Okay. I- I really want to talk with you.”
“About?” she jumped off the bed, running to the bathroom.
“About Friday.”
She froze in the place, forgetting what she was doing.
“But we can talk about this when you’re here, okay? I’ll be waiting for you in front of the school.”
“O-Ok. Bye.”
She got ready in record time and ran to the school. He was there, waiting for her, like he told her, sitting in the stairs and looking at his foot, looking restless.
She stopped, took a deep breath and sat down next to him. Adrien looked up, at her, and gave her a contained smile.
“I’m glad you made it.”
“It was a marathon. Urgh, I really need to increase the volume of my alarm.”
He laughed this time and picked his water bottle, handing it to her. She took it, a little shy, and took a big sip.
“Hey, Marinette?”
She looked up and he bit his bottom lip, but in the end he sighed.
“I want to apologize for my behaviour on Friday. It was unfair and childish.”
“Oh.”
“The truth is that…” he scratched his neck, nervously. “I wanted to hang out with you more and I was thinking about asking you to the park during the weekend, but you had already made plans with Luka, so… I didn’t react well with the rejection. And I’m so sorry.”
“That’s okay, Adrien. For real.”
“Thank you, Marinette,” he smiled and stood up and stretched out his hand to help her up. “Come on, we don’t want to make Ms Mendeleiev mad.”
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Adrien looked on as Marinette and Plagg chatted animatedly with each other. It was sweet, how the kwami had taken a liking to her. Hell, he even called her Princess a few times (something Adrien did not like that much). But it was nice to see two of the most important people in his life getting along so well.
“You know what kid?” Plagg floated over to his chosen.
“Why do your eyes look like you are having a terrible idea?” Chat Noir responded, flinching a little. That expression was almost always bad news.
“I have an idea, but it is not a terrible one.”
Before Adrien could respond, Marinette crawled closer. “Spill, kitty!”
“So,” he flitted around to float right by the side of Marinette's face. “I think Marinette will make a superb Chat Noir.”
“YES!”
“NO!”
They both spoke at the same time. Interestingly, their opinions of Plagg's idea had taken a U-turn in just a few seconds.
“You guys have got to be kidding me!” Marinette stood up on her feet and crossed her arms over her chest.
“But what's wrong with it?” Chat Noir stood up too. “I think you will be amazing in a catsuit!”
“But,” she tried to argue, “It is your Miraculous!”
“And I want to lend it to you!” He almost took his ring off his finger, but Marinette stopped him by putting her hand on top of his. He looked at her with a pout, “It will be just for a few minutes! No one but us will know!”
Marinette glared daggers at Plagg, who was snickering behind Chat. He had put her in such a sticky situation! How was she supposed to tell Chat Noir that she could not use the Black Cat Miraculous because she was already wearing the Ladybug ear-rings?
“I-uh, I need to pee!” Saying so, she ran into the bathroom and slammed the door shut.
“What do I do, Tikki?” Marinette slumped against the wall as she spoke in a hushed voice.
“It doesn’t look like he is going to give up, does it?”
“No, all thanks to Plagg.” Marinette rolled her eyes.
“I knew the stinky sock would be up to mischief some way or another,” Tikki muttered.
“So?” Marinette whispered urgently. “Is there any way I can get out of this without hurting Chat's feelings?”
“I am afraid not, Marinette.”
Marinette clutched her head in her hands. This was a disaster!
“Hey, don’t freak out, okay?” Tikki flew up in front of her nose. “Just remember to take off your ear-rings before you put on the ring. As long as it's for a little while, I guess you will be fine.”
Marinette nodded. She took off her Miraculous, hoping there would be enough time to switch back in case of an akuma. She handed them over to Tikki, who swooped into her purse after giving a smile towards her chosen.
When she came back into the room, Chat was sitting up looking at her expectantly.
Ugh, he knows I can't say no to those kitty eyes.
“Pwease pwincess?” He pouted.
She bent down and mushed his cheeks between both her hands. “You’re lucky that you are so cute.”
“You think I am cute?” How the hell did he manage to be so cocky even with his cheeks mushed up like that?
“You are an idiot.” She declared, plopping down.
“So, is that a yes?” He nudged her with his shoulder.
“Yeah,” she relented. How could she stay mad at this silly boy?
“I did not hear you.” Oh, there was her answer.
“Chat,” she warned.
“You need to ask nicely, Princess.”
“Fine.” She rolled her eyes. “Chat Noir, can I borrow your Miraculous?”
Chat took off his ring with so much excitement that he almost tripped over himself. He got up on one knee with a dramatic flourish of his hair, and held up his ring in front of her.
Marinette giggled as she accepted the ring.
As soon as she put it on her finger, Plagg zoomed over to float in front of her. “Hello again.”
“You know how a Miraculous works, right?” It was Chat who asked the question.
Marinette froze. “Wha- haha, why would you say that?”
“Because Mullo?” Chat offered.
“Oh yeah, right!” She breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment she had thought her secret was out.
Marinette took a deep breath, and extended her fist.
“Plagg, transforme-moi!”
An entire transformation sequence later, Marinette stood in front of Chat in all her black cat glory, as the boy looked on with literal stars in his eyes.
“You look so awesome!” He squealed.
Marinette shuffled her feet awkwardly. At least Plagg had been smart enough to change her suit from Lady Noire’s.
The top of her suit was comprised of a black cheongsam top, much like her mother’s. Her arms were covered by black leather gloves ending underneath the sleeve of her top. Black leather tights covered her legs and ballet flats sat on her feet. A bow at her hip elongated into a long tail. Her blue hair was tied up in two pointed buns, which vaguely resembled cat ears.
She kinda liked this look. And no one could draw any similarity between her and Lady Noire.
“Princess?” Chat wiggled his eyebrows. “Or should I say, Gongzhu Noire?”
“Princess Black?” Marinette snorted and cocked her hips to the side. “How long have you been thinking about that name, cat boy?”
“Longer than you think.” He winked and made finger guns at her.
“So,” she spun around, “How do I look?”
How was he supposed to tell her that she was making his heart beat so fast that he was afraid she would hear it?
“You look awesome.” Yes, that was safe.
“Don't you mean, pawe-some?”
Marinette punning in a catsuit? Had he died and gone to heaven?
With a lot of effort, he managed to keep the grin on his face. “Would you mind striking a pose for me, Minette?”
“Another nickname?” Marinette rolled her eyes. “Do you spend all your time dreaming about me in a catsuit?”
Chat Noir let out a nervous laugh at that.
“So, what do you say?” He said, holding up his phone in front of her, ready to take pictures.
“NO!” Marinette lunged forward and placed a hand over the camera lens. “You can’t do that!”
“What?”
“If those photos are leaked somehow, then it might make us end up in a very compromising position, Chat!” Marinette spoke in an urgent voice.
She looked straight into his eyes. Where did her blue eyes go?
“Chat Noir, are you listening to me?”
“Uhh, yes?” He snapped out of his reverie. “I think you are right.”
Marinette smirked. “But that doesn’t mean I can’t pose for you.”
She stepped back and stood with her feet slightly apart. “For your eyes only, cat boy.” Folding her hands over her head and cocking her hips to the side, she stood in a pose that clearly could be called sexy. Was it Plagg? Or did she really enjoy killing him like that?
His cheeks were burning as Marinette struck pose after pose effortlessly. How did she do that? How was she so absolutely flawless?
He knew it would be wrong. Taking a photo of a girl without her consent could be termed as sexual harassment. But he would never use it for any wrong reasons! He was not that kind of a guy! This was just for himself. As she said, for his eyes only. His eyes needed some way to immortalize this moment forever.
So he sneakily took a couple of photos on his phone when she wasn’t paying attention.
“Have you had enough?” She was now laying on her belly, propped up on her elbows, with her feet in the air.
“I guess.” He was almost panting from his excitement now. If this went on for too long, he was going to have a heart attack.
“Alright then,” she got up on her knees. “Plagg, detransformation!”
The green light ran over her body, leaving sweet Marinette in her place. “Hello.” She smiled sweetly, but she seemed a little shy.
“Welcome back, my Princess.” Chat returned the smile. She always looked adorable, be it in a white shirt and black blazer, or a grey and pink spandex suit, or a black leather suit.
“Here,” Marinette placed the ring in his palm and got up. “I need to go to the washroom.”
“I'm back too.” Plagg swooped around him as soon as he put on the ring.
“Hello, you little shit.” Chat scratched the back of his ear before offering him a slice of camembert.
When Marinette came back, she sat down in front of him. “So,” she began shyly, “How was it?”
“What can I say, my colors look really good on you,” he winked.
Marinette giggled in response, and a second later it transitioned into a yawn. It seemed like the cutest thing to him. “You want to go to bed?”
“Yes please,” she replied.
“Come on then,” he stood up and offered her a hand. “Let’s call it a night.”
(Gongzhu Noire artwork)
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A Presentation to the Matchmaker Pt. 4: Something Else
Hey Everyone! Penultimate Chapter!
Part 4: Something Else
Alya shaded her eyes against the unrelenting sun as she watched Felix fussily wipe down Kitty Section’s keyboard. Beside her, Marinette was scratching away in her sketchpad, lost in her own world of patterns and textiles.
“New costume design or something else?” Alya asked to pass the time. With the way Felix was scrubbing at the piano keys, the practice wouldn’t be starting for a little while longer.
“Mmm?” Marinette glanced up from her work. “Oh. New designs, sorta,” Marinette answered.
“Sorta?” Alya repeated questioningly, “Like a different colour scheme?”
Marinette shook her head, “Not exactly. Just trying to make them lighter so they don’t sweat to death in the summer.”
“Makes sense,” Alya agreed. She held up her phone, shielded the lens, and snapped a couple of photos.
“But a new colour scheme could be fun…” Marinette trailed off to herself, eyeing her sketch and writing down a small note, “I’ll have to ask the band about it.”
A tap on Alya’s phone drew her attention back to Marinette.
“New blog?”
Alya smiled, “Nah something else.” She waved her phone at the makeshift stage, “If these guys make it big, big, then years down the road the media’ll want ‘early days’ pictures. Imagine their surprise when they learn that their star reporter knew the band from way back when.”
Alya pulled Marinette to her side to take a selfie with the band in the background. Marinette laughed and posed with Alya before pulling away.
“Imagine their surprise,” Marinette began playfully. She pulled out her phone with an air of superiority, “When they learn that only I have pictures of the band’s actual practice. I even have videos.” Marinette finished smugly.
“Oooh, look at big-shot designer over here,” Alya retorted bringing both hands palms up in mock awe, “Getting pictures of ‘actual practice’ and shooting ‘real videos’.” She said with exaggerated finger quotes.
Both girls giggled.
Marinette fanned herself lazily with her hand. “Anyways, it was really nice of you to convince Felix to join the band.”
Alya glanced back over to where Felix was now cleaning the keyboard stand. A small pile of paper towels were gathering beside him. She resisted the urge to roll her eyes, “Joining the band might be too strong a phrase.”
“Well, I hope he sticks with it – he could be just what the band needs. And, it would be fun to have more chances to hang out with him,” Marinette said with a small smile, “Plus, it would be a shame for all that cleaning to go to waste.”
Alya smothered a laugh, “True, true.”
Both girls lapsed into a comfortable silence as they watched Felix nod to himself, apparently satisfied, and begin warm up scales. Luka, noticing that Felix was finally finished cleaning, placed a couple of music sheets near Felix. Alya was too far to make out what exactly Luka said to Felix but Felix offered a tight smile to the older boy. A thought wormed its way into Alya’s head.
“Hey girl?”
“Yeah?”
“Uhm,” Alya wasn’t actually sure how to broach this subject, “Are you… does Luka…?”
She trailed off, frustrated that she couldn’t come up with a decent way to phrase her question. The last thing Felix needs, she thought, was too much competition.
The only reason Alya was sure that Marinette could be swayed from her crush on Adrien was because of Luka in the first place. But Alya wasn’t sure how easily Marinette could be swayed from Luka. Marinette had a tendency to hold onto her crushes tightly and if Luka was Marinette’s new crush then getting Felix to join the band had been a very, very bad idea. Guilt began to creep up Alya’s spine.
Luckily, Marinette seemed to know what Alya was dancing around before Alya could start mentally berating herself.
“No, we’re not,” Marinette replied simply.
“Oh, don’t give me that look.” She lightly swatted Alya’s shoulder, “Nothing dramatic happened without you noticing. Luka got to know someone from one of his class better and something clicked between them.”
Marinette shrugged as if this all was no big deal, “I’m glad he’s happy. It wouldn’t have been fair of me to expect him to wait in the wings forever.”
Alya let out a small breath.
Crisis averted, she thought.
But her relief was short lived when she worked through the implication of what Marinette said. She must still like Adrien, Alya thought, looking over her shoulder to where Felix was reading through the sheet music. Her stomach sank slightly. They still hadn’t come up with a good plan that would bring Felix and Marinette together.
The band began their practice in earnest at the sound of Ivan’s drumsticks measuring out the opening beat. Felix, for the most part, seemed to be keeping up with the music’s lively pace. He wasn’t perfect but if he stuck around for more than a practice, which Alya suspected he would – it was impossible to miss that sly look of joy when he managed to save a mistake with an improvised piano riff, then the band had gained a great addition.
Out of the corner of her eye, Alya watched Marinette watch the practice.
Just because she isn’t broken up over Luka, doesn’t necessarily mean that she’s back to crushing on Adrien. Felix might still have a chance. It was an optimistic thought, but it was all Alya could think at the moment.
Marinette nudged Alya out of her thoughts, “Hey Alya?”
“Yeah girl?” Alya was tempted right then and there to spill the beans. To just let Marinette know about Felix’s crush; ask her if he had a shot. But she held her tongue. It wasn’t her place to say – she wouldn’t betray Felix like that.
“Do you think you could find a private place at school for me this Friday?” Marinette asked too casually for it to actually be a casual question. Alya’s heartbeat pounded along with the song.
“Sure. Uh, classroom? Courtyard?” Alya replied just as casually, trying to quell her panic. If Marinette were asking for a private place then that mea–
“Oh, either.” Marinette replied, blushing slightly before leaning in as if she was sharing a great secret, “I’m planning on confessing.”
“Oh, of course,” Alya said softly to herself before forcing a cheesy smile onto her face, “You can count on me!”
Marinette smiled at Alya before looking at the band for a long moment. Then she flipped her sketchbook to a new page muttering to herself that she’d just come up with the perfect plan.
Alya craned her neck to see Marinette’s plan but Marinette pulled the pad to her chest, claiming that she didn’t want to jinx anything.
~
After practice, after Marinette wandered over to chat with the other band members, Felix walked up to Alya with a rare smile, wiping his forehead with the back of his hand. “You should have seen the state of that keyboard – it was like they used it to mop a jam spill and –”
“Marinette is going to confess to Adrien on Friday.” Alya interrupted urgently, “We only have a week for you to confess to her first.”
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Corydoras (2/2)
Summary: Marinette has a secret admirer.
Part One
A/N: Commission for @pokemonmasterkimba
AO3
It started with a love letter.
I think I finally owe you one.
One moment Adrien was wallowing in his Ladybug-crushed emotions, playing she loves me not-she loves me not with rose petals in his mind and the next he was staring down the barrel of a lavender scented gun, an emotional shot delivered in pretty, pink ink.
I like your crooked smiles, your ugly laughs, and your morning hair. You’re at your most beautiful when you think no one’s watching.
A sucker punch, straight to the bone, to the sinew, to the heart, which is what he assumed Marinette was aiming for. Words so sweet he could taste them, so warm he could feel them, so sincere they hurt. Nearly two pages of unsolicited, blood warming affection and all Adrien could do was blush and stammer and stare.
There was confusion,
his then hers,
And horror,
hers then his.
“It wasn’t you was it?” She said, face pale, body swaying like it might give way.
Adrien barely had time to reach for her before she was gone, a pistol of pastel and tears shooting off through the double doors. He stood there paralyzed and shaking with her letter in hand when Alya burst into the library, Nino hot on her heels.
“What the hell just happened?” She snapped, fists clenched in a way that made him wonder if she was going to hit him. “We just saw Marinette crying!”
“I– I don’t know,” He said and her eyes went to the letter in his hands. “She just gave me this and…”
Alya made a move to take the letter but he fell back, head shaking. “No, it’s private.”
“Anything that makes my girl cry like that is my business,” She said. “What the hell Agreste this isn’t how this was supposed to go.”
Adrien frowned. “How what was supposed to go?”
“Your letters!”
“What letters?”
“The ones you’ve been sending her for the past month!” Alya waved her arms, nearly catching Nino in the face. “Don’t play stupid I’ve read them. It had to be you.”
“Alya, I swear I have no idea what you’re talking about.” He looked beseechingly towards Nino.
“Babe, maybe he’s–”
“What’s going on?”
The three of them turned to see Lila coming out from around the other side of the stacks. It wasn’t hard to read the room, what with Alya vibrating with fury and Nino’s restraining hand on her shoulder. Her eyes flickered to Adrien and the letter in his hand and she frowned.
“Oh dear.” She said. “Is that from Marinette? Did she finally confess?”
Adrien stared down at the pink letter and Marinette’s delicate script and even more delicate words. Confess? It was a confession. But the heartbreak in her eyes when he stared stupidly back hinted at more.
I think I finally owe you one.
His heart sank.
“I need to find Marinette,” He said.
Alya shook her head. “No you don’t. Not until we get to the bottom of this.”
“Bottom of what?” He snapped. “Marinette is somewhere out there upset and heartbroken and mortified and–” She could be akumatized. “I have to go.”
Adrien started past his friends when Lila blocked his path.
“Are you sure that’s such a good idea, Adrien?”
“Please move.”
“I don’t know if going after Marinette would be the smart thing to do. Especially if she’s so upset. You never know what she might do.”
“What are you saying?” Alya said.
“I don’t know. You’ve said it yourself Marinette can be a little… single-minded when it comes to Adrien.”
“What?” He said.
Lila blinked, bit her lip. “Oh dear. I probably shouldn’t have said anything.”
“No,” Alya said, irritated. “You shouldn’t have.”
“I’m sorry, I know she’s your friend, but I’m worried.” She turned to Adrien, took his hand in hers. “Marinette has been… fixated on you for a while. It’s a little concerning sometimes but no one has said anything about it because it’s been harmless up until now.”
Alya grit her teeth. “ Lila.”
Adrien pulled his hand away, looking between the two girls warily. “I don’t think I should be hearing this.”
“I’m just saying. I’ve dealt with stalkers before, Adrien. You should be more careful.”
Anger, hot and quick, struck him.
He scowled. “Marinette is my friend.”
“Please don’t be upset,” She said, eyes misting. “I’m just trying to look out for you. Anyone could make up those letters as an excuse to get closer to you. I would hate to see you get hurt because of Marinette’s unhealthy obsession.”
“Hang on,” Alya said, voice low. “How did you know about the letters, Lila?”
The italian girl blinked, once, twice. A churling sort of nausea started in Adrien’s stomach as the pieces fell into place. Disgust, twisted and deep, roared up within him.
“What did you do?” He hissed.
Now it was Nino’s turn to restrain him as he whirled around on their stuttering classmate.
“Go find Marinette,” Nino said, face grim. Beside him Alya’s eyes burned. “We’ve got this.”
Heart low, sick to his knees, Adrien nodded.
First he would find Marinette. Then he would deal with Lila.
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It wasn’t Marinette he found first.
Tearing through the classrooms, locker rooms, and hallways yielded no success. A frantic dash to the bakery and painfully out-of-breath false smiling no really, Madame Cheng I’m fine but by any chance is Marinette around? left him equally empty-handed.
It was Plagg’s idea to take to the rooftops.
“I wouldn’t take my chances with this one, kid,” He said. “You better find her before a butterfly does.”
He found Ladybug instead.
Relief turned to horror as he realized that no, his lady wouldn’t be able to help him with this one. Not when he realized that she wasn’t so much resting her head in her arms as crying into them.
“Ladybug?”
Chat knew it was bad when she didn’t even try to hide from him. Made no attempt at wiping her eyes or running away or faking a smile or– well, he’d seen all of her tricks by now.
Ladybug was hurting.
And she didn’t care that he knew it.
Chat knelt down beside her and gently wrapped his arm around her side. She hesitated only a moment before collapsing into him, her teary face hidden in his neck.
“Chat,” She croaked, breaking his heart. “Chat, it wasn’t real. It wasn’t real.”
“Shh, Bug. It’s okay. Shh.”
“He– he… just stood there,” She said, breath coming short as she heaved into his shoulder. “L-like he had no idea what I was t-talking about. L-like I was… and holding m-my letter, oh god.”
Ladybug broke off into incoherent sobs then and all other conversation was lost. Chat’s chest was tight as he maneuvered her onto his lap so he could hold her properly. Thoughts of Marinette intruded only to be pushed away as his partner fell apart in his arms, completely and utterly destroyed.
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As it happened, there was no akuma that night or any of the following days.
Adrien would have camped outside the bakery if he thought it would do him any good but a text from Nino warned him otherwise.
Leave her be, man. She needs space.
He could understand that. It didn’t mean he had to like it.
Marinette missed school on Friday and weekend photoshoots left him no opportunity to seek her out. The only silver lining in her absence was the opportunity to confront Lila. In that, at least, he could be sure of success.
Alya, was, after all, behind him.
“I spent the whole night doing research on that snake,” Alya scowled, pulling out her tablet and shoving it in his face. “Her mother wasn’t even stationed in Achu. She was domestic this entire time. I wasn’t able to get an answer from Jagged Stone’s team and Marinette wasn’t really…” She paused. “Well she wasn’t really up for calling him anyways. But from what I understand he’s never even had a cat.”
Adrien would have liked to say Lila’s ultimate comeuppance was equal to the damage she caused. But it, like high school, played out with quiet disappointment on the schoolyard steps.
“You lied to us?” Rose said, tears in her eyes.
Lila’s eyes watered right back. Ever the crocodile.
“I just wanted everyone to like me,” She sniffed. “I didn’t mean to hurt anyone.”
Alya glowered and Nino held her back. Adrien rolled his eyes.
Adrien didn’t dare bring up the letters to Marinette. They had already decided the less who knew about them the better.
And so it went.
At least this time, Marinette wouldn’t be alone.
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He found her Monday morning, sitting in one of the stairwells inside the school. She didn’t look up when he sat down beside her, but she didn’t run away either. Her hair was carefully combed back behind a headband and she was wearing a pretty, pale blue dress he’d never seen before.
“You look nice,” Adrien said, for want of anything else.
Marinette picked at the hem of her dress.
“It was Alya’s idea. Armor and all that.”
“Oh.”
He tapped his foot against the stairtop, wondering where he should begin. Marinette didn’t seem any more inclined to this conversation than he was. But she was his friend, a good friend. And he would be a good friend in return.
“Lila is awful.” He blurted, breaking into the silence.
Marinette laughed, the sound hollow and wet and small. “Yeah. Yeah, she is.”
“The worst.” He insisted, placing a hand on her arm. She flinched and he pulled back.
Stupid.
“I didn’t finish reading it,” Adrien said, reaching into his pocket, pulling out a pink envelope. “I didn’t know if you’d want me to.”
Her hands shook as she took the letter. “Thanks.”
Adrien’s heart sank as she crumpled it in her fist. He wanted to reach out, snatch it back, smooth it out, hold her close, and tell her everything was going to be okay.
But he couldn’t. Instead he said,
“I’m so, so sorry, Marinette.”
She sniffed, wiping the tears from her eyes even as they fell.
“Please… can we just pretend this never happened?”
How could he? He wanted to ask. But that was his selfish, first instinct.
The real question as she finally sneaked a look his way, cheeks pink, eyes raw, was how could he not?
Adrien steeled himself and gave his best Chat Noir grin.
“Pretend what never happened?”
Here, at least, he succeeded.
Marinette smiled.
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Ladybug called him to the Eiffel Tower that evening. She was sitting knees to chest as she stared out at the city lights, blinking in and out in the distance.
“I’m sorry,” She said when he took his place beside her. “About the other day.”
Chat bumped her shoulder. “It’s all in the job description, LB. Part-time superhero, full-time Kleenex.”
Ladybug smiled, small. “Yeah, well. Thank you anyway.”
“Anytime and always.”
She leaned into his side and he wrapped his arm around her in return.
“He didn’t read it,” She said, quietly. “My letter, I mean.”
“Oh?”
“Or at least he said he didn’t,” She unfolded her arms from around her legs and revealed a crumpled, pink envelope in her fist. A very familiar envelope.
Oh.
Chat’s heart thumped wildly in his chest as every inconceivable piece fell into place. Every half baked excuse and missed opportunity. Every quiet and unquiet moment flowing between them.
Marinette.
“Maybe he should have,” She sighed. “I can’t seem to throw it out anyways.”
“Do you want to?” He asked, resisting the urge to snatch his letter from her hands and bury the words in his heart.
“I should. It was all a lie, wasn’t it?” She said, voice cracking at the end as her shoulders caved. A single tear slipped down her cheek. “He never really loved me anyways.”
“I wouldn’t know anything about that.” Chat said, shaky hand reaching out to cover her own and pull her closer. “Who couldn’t love you?”
Ladybug hiccoughed, laughed. More tears escaped.
“Yeah, right,” She said. “You’d think so, wouldn’t you, Chaton?”
He smiled, slow, kissed her hair, soft, and denied nothing.
“It will be okay, my lady,” Chat murmured, hugging her tightly.
He would make it okay.
And he would start with a post-it note.
#corydoras#miraculous ladybug#lnc2 writes#pokemonmasterkimba#adrinette#adrienette#ladynoir#commission#Don’t worry babes. Chat signs them.#A happier ending would be off tone for the piece but Marinette accepts the notes placed in impossible places with wary affection.#Most of them include puns and are clearly from her partner. The eventual reveal is soft and not so surprising in the end.#Adrien keeps his promise of never mentioning the incident ever again. Anyways Marinette is strong.#She's not broke just broken. And she'll be just fine.
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Hold Me By Both Hands: Chapter 12
Disclaimer: I don’t own ML.
Chapter 11 | Chapter 13 | AO3 link
“Which one should I wear to the photoshoot?” Marinette holds up two tops she’s designed but has never gotten the chance to wear. One of them is a loose, pale pink T-shirt with small black feathers embroidered across the stomach, while the other is a scarlet top that leaves one shoulder bare, paired with a black skirt. Alya’s face scrunches as she surveys both outfits, circling around Marinette to examine her as well.
“What would you wear with the pink top?” Alya says. “Because I’m kind of digging that one. It’s cute and sweet without making you look childish, and it doesn’t make you look like you want everyone to stop and take notice of you. Which isn’t a bad thing,” she says with a smirk, “but you don’t want to upstage the model, do you?”
Marinette pokes her tongue out as she carefully drapes her clothes over her chaise lounge, then heads for her closet to find something to wear with the pink top. “Well, I’d really love to wear those shorts I bought last summer, but it’s not warm enough.”
“Why not?” Alya says. “Just wear leggings. Then you can wear those beige boots you like.”
“They’re cream, not beige,” Marinette says, grabbing the pale blue denim shorts and a pair of black tights. She returns to Alya, who’s holding up the pink top, and she hums as she looks over the outfit as a whole. “I like it.”
“And I bet a certain someone will like it too,” Alya says, nudging Marinette. Marinette just rolls her eyes.
“Maybe that would’ve worked before, Alya,” she says. “But not anymore!”
“Aww, shame,” Alya says. “It was fun in a best friend kind of way.”
“Oh, go make out with Nino,” Marinette says. Alya gives an exaggerated gasp and clasps her hands over her heart.
“The pain! The betrayal!” she cries, collapsing back onto Marinette’s chaise lounge. “I am undone!”
“Darn right you are,” Marinette says. Alya rolls her eyes.
“Just hurry up and get dressed,” she says. “The photoshoot starts in an hour and you only got out of bed half an hour ago.”
Marinette sticks her tongue out again, but she obeys Alya’s instructions and quickly changes while Alya turns her back and changes as well. Although they wouldn’t be spending that Saturday hanging out like they normally do, Alya had still agreed to sleep over on Friday night, which Marinette is grateful for because she no doubt would have slept in and started panicking and tripping without Alya there to keep her on track. Once she’s dressed, she pulls her hair up in a bun and, for good measure, sticks a pencil through it, both for the aesthetic and in case she needs a spare pencil while at the shoot. She grabs her usual shoes, her design sketchbook, and her purse, surreptitiously making sure that Tikki’s safe inside her purse, and heads downstairs with Alya.
After breakfast, they slip their shoes back on and dart out of the bakery with a quick goodbye to Marinette’s parents to head to the park, where Adrien’s photoshoot is taking place. The crew is setting up their equipment when the girls arrive and Marinette falters, her heart rate starting to pick up as she’s bombarded with memories of all the times she’s tried to sneak around and watch Adrien’s photoshoots. What if she starts being awkward? What if she stares too hard at him and looks creepy and gives off the wrong message by looking like she’s obsessed with him when she really is over her crush –
“Marinette.” Alya gently shakes Marinette’s shoulder. Marinette jumps about a metre in the air with a small shriek. “You got this, girl. He invited you, remember? He knows you’ll be there, and he wants you there.”
“Yeah. Yeah.” Marinette lets out a small, anxious laugh and runs a hand through her fringe to push the hair out of her eyes. “You’re right. I just –”
“Marinette!” From within the crowd of people setting up for the shoot, Adrien emerges as if out of nowhere. She’s assaulted by his warm scent as he gives her a quick hug. “You came!”
“Of course she did,” Alya smirks. “Miss Fashion Designer here wouldn’t have missed it for the world.”
Marinette rolls her eyes at Alya, whose smirk widens.
“Nathalie’s got a seat for you close enough to give you a good view but not too close that you’ll be in the way,” Adrien says. “I’m surprised she actually agreed to it.”
“Well, that’s my cue to leave,” Alya says when Adrien gestures back at the crew, who have nearly finished setting everything up. “I promised the little devils I’d treat them to a girly day today. Face masks and mani-pedis and all.” She backs away to wink and shoot finger guns, then turns and walks off normally.
“Is it okay if I sketch?” Marinette says, holding up her notebook as Adrien leads her to her seat. “I don’t want to look like I’m spying or anything –”
“Oh, you don’t have to worry about that,” Adrien laughs. “If this was a bigger, more important shoot like that then you wouldn’t have been allowed to come. I’m just modelling for a magazine interview.”
“That’s good to know,” Marinette says. “How embarrassing would it be if I got kicked out?”
“Not nearly as embarrassing as it’d be to be one of those overenthusiastic fans who get chased off,” Adrien says. “I don’t mind them, but the whole crew gets annoyed when they get in the way. Then everyone’s in a bad mood.”
Marinette forces herself to laugh through the icy water that douses her insides. She’s becoming more and more convinced that refusing to focus on her crush is the best thing that could have happened to her. Would she still be one of those overenthusiastic fans? She was never really starstruck by Adrien the model – one thing she’s certain of is that her crush was genuine and on Adrien her friend – but even she can admit that the giddiness and desire to be close to him resulted in some…rather enthusiastic actions.
“Here.” Adrien’s voice cuts through Marinette’s whirlwind of thoughts. She blinks and shakes her head, realising that Adrien’s stopped next to a black folding chair and is gesturing to it. “You’ll be able to see everything, but you won’t be in the way.” He leans in and, rather conspiratorially, whispers, “Just don’t cross Vincent. He can be a real monster when he’s trying to make everything go smoothly.”
Marinette giggles. Over Adrien’s shoulder, she catches sight of the photographer barking out orders to the crew finishing the set-up, and she wonders just how much of Adrien’s words are an exaggeration.
“Adrien.” Nathalie’s standing next to them in the blink of an eye, seemingly out of nowhere. “You need to go and get ready now or the shoot will run late.”
“Okay, Nathalie,” Adrien says. He smiles at Marinette. “Have fun! Well, as much fun as you can have sitting there and watching me make faces at a camera.”
“Don’t worry, I’m sure I’ll be amused,” Marinette teases. Adrien laughs and heads for the makeshift changing room, leaving Marinette alone with Nathalie.
“Adrien’s happiness is the only reason I allowed you to accompany him, Miss Dupain-Cheng,” Nathalie says. “But if you prove to be a distraction, I won’t hesitate to have you removed.”
“Of course, ma’am!” Marinette hastens to say. She holds up her sketchbook. “I’ll just be doing some drawing. Adrien thought I might get some inspiration here, so that’s why he asked me to come.”
“Hmm.” Nathalie looks down at Marinette over her glasses. “Yes, I remember. You designed the winning hat in Mr Agreste’s contest. And you clearly have at least passing knowledge of fashion design, since you discredited Miss Bourgeois when she plagiarised your design.”
Something in Nathalie’s voice rubs Marinette the wrong way. She draws herself up tall and says, “If you’re implying that I’m using Adrien for his connections, you’ve got the wrong idea entirely, ma’am. Adrien invited me along as a friend, since no one else is interested in fashion like I am. I proved during the contest that I’m good at designing, and Mr Agreste didn’t know who I was then.”
Nathalie’s expression doesn’t change at all. Marinette just stays silent and waits for Nathalie to make the next move. Honestly, she’s not even sure of what else to say; it feels like one wrong move will give Nathalie the justification she seems to be looking for to cement a negative judgement of Marinette, although Marinette can’t possibly begin to discern her motive. Maybe she’s just protective of Adrien in her own…cold way.
“Make sure you stay in your seat,” Nathalie finally says. “If you need something to eat or drink, the refreshments table is there. Do try to stay out of the crew’s way.”
“Okay,” Marinette says, then figures that there’s no harm in trying to at least put Nathalie in a semi-good mood. “Thank you for letting me be here, ma’am. I know that you’ve just got Adrien’s best interests at heart.”
Nathalie doesn’t say anything to that, but she doesn’t look annoyed or any blanker, so Marinette figures that she didn’t make a bad move. After a moment, Nathalie walks off, and Marinette sinks down in her seat and opens up her sketchbook. Hmm. Maybe she’ll design a skirt to go with this top. She’s only just branched out into designing clothes from only designing accessories, so she’s not as skilled yet, but she rather likes how this shirt has turned out.
“There he is!” announces an Italian-accented voice. Marinette looks up to see Adrien heading for the fountain, dressed in a white button-up shirt with the sleeves rolled to his elbows and black pants; it’s simple but very dashing, and Marinette’s stomach flip-flops so hard that she almost flails herself out of her chair and she has to settle for stimming by kicking her feet to keep herself focused on her sketchbook. Hmm. She could design something with a black and white base, with a splash of colour to bring it all together. Maybe a dress. Should the motif be feathers, like on her top? She could possibly make some sort of dichotomous theme out of that with the black and white.
The next time she looks up, still idly kicking her feet to maintain her focus, Adrien’s got a wide smile pasted on his face as he poses for Vincent. When he meets her gaze, his smile softens into something more genuine and his eyes crinkle.
“That’s it!” Vincent declares, frantically snapping away. “The joy! The passion! The love in those eyes for Mamma’s spaghetti!”
Marinette’s cheeks warm slightly and she looks back down at her sketchbook. Vincent must be living on a different planet, because there’s no way any of that had been present in Adrien’s eyes just then.
The sound of screaming jolts her out of her thoughts. Her head darts up, only to see a huge, amorphous blob oozing its way towards the photoshoot. Whatever happens to be in its path – object or person – is sucked into its purple-black, jelly-like body instantly upon contact. Literally the only distinguishable features it possesses is a pair of eyeballs squished into its…uh, ��face’ at the top of the blob, along with a thin line that has to be a mouth of some sort.
“What kind of an akuma is that?” Marinette exclaims. Her heart leaps into her throat when she sees that not only is it headed straight for the photoshoot, but it’s also on a course right for Adrien!
.
It was supposed to be a normal photoshoot. Just a usual Saturday! But now there’s an akuma – a blob – really, what is it? – heading straight for Adrien, although it might just be aiming for the photoshoot in general.
“Go! Run!” he shouts at Vincent and the rest of the crew, who are frozen in place as the blob approaches. His voice seems to snap them out of their trance, and they scream and start bolting in all directions like a pack of jumpy rabbits.
“Adrien, we have to go.” Nathalie’s by his side in a heartbeat with Gorilla, who reaches out to grab Adrien by the arm.
“But Marinette!” Adrien’s head whips around, trying to find where his friend is. She wouldn’t be here if he hadn’t invited her – she’s his responsibility – and if the akuma gets her –
“Your safety is our priority,” Nathalie says with a calmness that doesn’t suit the situation at all.
“Marinette’s should be too! She’s my friend!”
“She’ll be fine. Ladybug and Chat Noir will appear and defeat the akuma and save everyone.”
“Then why are you nagging me to get out of the way, if it’ll all be fine?”
But they’ve been arguing for too long, and the akuma is now only scant metres away. Adrien tears his arm away from Gorilla and shouts, “Marinette!” Before he can react, he’s being picked up by bulging arms and quite literally thrown across the grass, resulting in him rolling and coughing to a stop a short distance away from the akuma. His saviour turns out to be Gorilla, who is consumed by the akuma with Nathalie only seconds after sacrificing himself to buy Adrien a little more time and distance.
“No!” Adrien reaches out towards the akuma, as though this will be enough to save Nathalie and Gorilla; as though he’s Chat Noir, with Cataclysm at the ready, about to turn the akuma into dust. His shout has drawn its attention, and it turns to look at him with its beady eyes before oozing in his direction.
“Hey!” shouts a beautifully familiar voice. Behind the giant blob is Marinette, with her feet planted wide and her hands clenched in fists by her side. Her face is red, although Adrien can’t tell whether this is from anger or breathlessness, and a few strands have pulled loose from her bun to fall over her fringe and into her face. “Get away from him!”
“Marinette, what the heck are you doing?” Adrien says. His heart starts hammering in his chest when the blob’s eyes literally pop into the back of its head to stare at Marinette, who’s nothing less than an immoveable force under the akuma’s scrutiny. “Run!”
“You run, Adrien! I’ll be fine.” Marinette jabs a finger at the akuma. “Now, you listen to me! Don’t you touch him – don’t you even look at him – and if you hurt him, I’ll find Hawkmoth and I’ll march straight over there and take his Miraculous myself! No one hurts my friends!”
Dead. Adrien has to be dead, because that’s the only explanation for why his heart has utterly flatlined in his chest and refused to beat any longer. Either that or it’s beating so fast that it feels like it’s not beating at all. Looking at Marinette is like looking through a pink haze, where the sunlight has caught around her edges and illuminates her like some sort of angel sent from Heaven. She’s…glowing. Radiant. How has he never noticed before?
“Adrien, get out of here!” Marinette’s musical voice pierces the fog in his mind. He shakes his head and refocuses on her just in time to see her pick up a branch and toss it at the akuma, who consumes it as soon as it touches the purple-black jelly. “Hide until Ladybug and Chat Noir take care of this thing!”
Adrien automatically obeys and clambers to his feet. He’ll do anything Marinette wants with that voice. “What about you?” he manages to croak.
“I’ll be fine.” Marinette tosses a rock at the blob as it begins to advance on her. “I can take care of myself. Just go!”
Adrien wants to argue, but the feeling of something small shifting in his jacket stops him in his tracks. Plagg! That’s right! He may not be able to do anything now, but if he can get away, he can transform. He can whisk Marinette out of harm’s way and make sure that the akuma never even lays eyes on her again. So, he obeys Marinette and bolts towards the nearest clump of trees so that he can transform, looking over his shoulder to see Marinette nimbly leaping away from the akuma in an erratic pattern while it tries to match her and consume her.
“Plagg, we have to get Marinette out of there!” Adrien says when Plagg wriggles his way out of the pocket he’s been snoozing in. Just saying Marinette’s name makes Adrien shiver and his insides turn to goo, just like whenever he sees Ladybug.
“About time,” Plagg comments with an odd smirk. Adrien can’t possibly begin to figure out what that’s supposed to mean.
“Huh?” he says.
“Oh, never mind. Just hurry up and transform so you can save your girlfriend and I can get back to sleeping.”
“My – Plagg, she’s not – she’s my friend!”
“Uh huh.”
“Claws out!”
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A Feline’s Family - MariChat May 2019
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Day 9 – Ice Skating
Marinette dashed up the stairs to the attic room, flinging the trapdoor open and thanking Tikki and her natural luck that it hadn’t been locked this time.
Now that Chat was settled in and had been living with her family for about a month, they were both increasingly comfortable with giving each other some much needed space, and Marinette had returned to her usual routine of seeing her friends after school and during the weekends. She was especially pleased to find that Adrien had been given a lot more freedom lately and she had taken many opportunities to let him catch up on the experiences he had missed out on before. Sleepovers with Alya had resumed (though entirely at her best friend’s house now; Marinette was starting to run out of excuses to keep her from coming over) and overall, Marinette was ecstatic to go hang out with friends.
Likewise, Chat often disappeared to spend time with his own friends – sometimes at the same time as her, sometimes leaving their room in her solitary care for several hours. There were times since she had returned to her usual social circle that she had come home to discover the trapdoor locked and had to knock for him to let her in. He had confessed that first time, that he was using the solitude to detransform and have a breather from the mask. He had also –surprisingly– explained to the whole family about his kwami, gaining permission to let Plagg explore the house a little while Chat waited upstairs.
Marinette had loved having the opportunity to grill Plagg on how her partner was really doing and, as long as her parents weren’t around, she could let Tikki and him chat and spend time together too.
The downside, of course, was working out ways to call Chat as Ladybug to arrange patrols. She didn’t like this unfamiliar radio silence from Hawkmoth, and she was starting to think she should ask Chat what he really thought of it all, since all he’d done so far was to make off-hand comments about them being lucky.
So, into their room she dashed, determined to grab a coat to protect from the sudden chill, before heading back out to transform and call him. Instead, her foot slipped out from under her and she fell to the floor hard, staring up at the ceiling fixtures.
Sitting up, she spotted a sheepish looking Chat. He was wearing his sleep socks and holding a polishing rag against the laminate flooring in the strangest combination she’d expect. Looking around the room quickly informed her that Chat had been busy; all the furniture had been pushed back to the edges of the room and even the rug was rolled up and standing in the corner.
“Are you okay?” Chat asked in concern.
She gave a one-shouldered shrug in response. “I’ve had worse,” she told him, “What are you doing though? You’ve made the floor so slippery.”
He grinned widely and, not for the first time, she was reminded of the famous Cheshire cat from Alice in Wonderland. She’d much rather this cat stuck around though; she was starting to get used to having his face around.
“Yeah,” he said, “It’s gonna be excellent.”
Throwing the polishing cloth over to his bed where he had pushed it up against the large round window, he lowered himself to a sitting position and scooted himself over until he was beside her. Pushing himself to his socked feet, he took a deep breath.
Before Marinette could ask again what he was doing, he took a couple of fast steps before shifting his body weight into a slide. His sleep socks slid against the polished floor perfectly, allowing him to control much of his movement by simply shifting his weight and she watched as he twirled and whooped in joy once he started to get the hang of it.
Marinette gave off a huge snort of laughter. “You turned our floor into an ice rink,” she giggled from where she sat crossed legged in front of the door, watching him skid and slide his way around the room in glee.
“Heck yeah, I did,” he cried, “You should try this, it’s great!”
He ‘skated’ over to her to offer his hand and, smiling, she took it. Soon enough, she found herself slipping around in her own stocking feet, giggling and shrieking like a happy little kid. She didn’t have nearly as much grace as Chat did at this, but every time she wobbled, he was there instantly, offering her his hands until she managed to steady herself again.
She accidentally pushed him over once or twice, losing her balance and automatically whipping her arms in circles so erratic that he was knocked to the ground when they made contact with him. “I’m sorry!” she said after the third time Chat had made a harsh landing with the laminate involuntarily.
“It’s fine,” he chuckled, eyes flashing with mischief, “As long as I can still dance at the fundraiser for the sanctuary next Friday, I’ll be okay.” He made an exaggerated show of tapping at his arms and legs to test for injuries and when he came up empty, finally stretched out his hand to her.
That damned smirk on his face should have told her that he was up to no good, but if Marinette had realised, she had done so too late. She reached out to take his hand and help him back to his feet, but instead of pushing up from where he was, Chat tugged her down towards him with that smirk on his face the whole time. Her feet lost traction on the slippery floor, tipping her forward towards him and she squealed in brief panic as she began to fall. She landed in a heap on top of him and he dropped back to the ground beneath her, body trembling in laughter at the indignant glare she sent his way.
As she was pushing herself up a little, Marinette accidentally pressed her fingers against the side of his ribs, giving a slow predatory smile when he flinched beneath her with a squeak. Instantly she was moving to tickle every inch of him she could reach as Chat squirmed beneath her, giggles spilling over between exhales of “Stop!” and “No!”
He attempted his own offence, but he was too afraid of his claws hurting her and he failed to apply the correct pressure to make her laugh. Instead he was forced to try restraining her hands to stop her terrible onslaught, finally succeeding in grabbing her wrists and holding tight as he caught his breath.
Both teens calmed their laughter together, quickly coming to the same awkward realisation that they were pressed close together on the floor. Marinette was horrified to realise she had absolutely no way of propping her self up to pull away from Chat whilst he still held her wrists hostage and that she was trapped until he came to the same realisation.
Yelping suddenly as if burned, Chat let go of her and she hastily crawled away from him, sitting back on her heels and simply staring for a moment. To her surprise, Chat remained where he was lying, a blush adorning his face as he focused on the ceiling instead of her.
She was even more surprised by the large snort of laughter that escaped him next, a fit of giggles following in its wake, so infectious she couldn’t resist laughing along with him.
Finally, both teenagers laughed themselves out, sprawled against the flooring and sides aching pleasantly, all traces of awkwardness completely dissipated.
“Next time,” she snickered, “let’s go to an actual ice rink instead.”
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Adrienette Drabble Sixteen: Hole
Adrien survived Wednesday by hiding out in storage closets and sneaking into class through the back door just seconds before the teacher. He sat in the last row so no one could stare at him, and he carried all the things he needed for the day in his satchel so that he didn’t have to return to his locker and risk running into anybody between classes.
Lunch was tricky. He fled at the bell and hid until it was safe for Chat Noir to emerge and head up to a rooftop to eat undisturbed.
Thursday followed a similar pattern.
Adrien was beginning to think that maybe he could survive like this for the remaining two weeks of the school year when Nino ruined his plans on Friday.
“Gotcha!” Nino declared victoriously as he grabbed Adrien by the arm.
Adrien yelped and struggled frantically to escape.
Seeing the terror on his friend’s face, Nino released his hold. “Whoa. Chill, Mec. Hey!”
Adrien made a run for it, heading for the storage closet down the back hallway off of the gym.
Nino gave chase only to find Adrien cowering behind a rack of folding chairs. “Hey,” he called softly. “Adrien, it’s okay. I’m not gonna hurt you. What’s going on?”
Adrien curled in on himself, trembling as he gasped, “D-Don’t look at m-me.”
Nino backed away slowly and took a seat on the other side of the chair rack. “Okay. I’m not looking at you. …Can we talk about this?”
Adrien didn’t respond.
Nino pursed his lips. “You breathing over there?”
“N-No,” Adrien answered honestly.
“Okay. Let’s do that first. Can you take a deep breath for me?” Nino coaxed and listened to Adrien inhale. “Now exhale slowly, all right?”
Adrien did as requested.
“Good. Good job. Now do it again, okay?”
Nino waited, listening to Adrien for a couple breaths before remarking, “You know, I’ve been worried about you. You haven’t been answering your phone, and every day when I stopped by your house, they told me you were sick.”
“I…don’t have my phone. I’m not allowed to talk to Marinette, so…Nathalie has it locked in a drawer…so that I’m not tempted,” Adrien explained, shame filling his voice.
“I see,” Nino whispered. “Well, I’ve been trying to get ahold of you.”
Adrien gulped and replied in a tiny voice, “Sorry.”
“Nah, it’s okay. Don’t worry about it. I’m just glad you’re…” Nino trailed off because Adrien was obviously not “okay”. “…not dead or something,” Nino finished lamely.
Silence fell between them again, and Nino let it be for a while.
“…Is there anything you need from me? Seriously. Anything. Even if you think it sounds dumb, go ahead and ask,” Nino offered.
Adrien didn’t respond right away. “…Can I have a hug? I know guys don’t hug, but…”
“Guys not hugging is a stupid rule,” Nino snorted, getting to his feet and going over to sit beside Adrien, wrapping an arm around his friend and pulling Adrien in.
Adrien circled his arms around Nino’s waist, tucking his head under Nino’s chin.
Nino gave Adrien a squeeze, resting his head against Adrien’s and assuring, “Mec, you can have a hug whenever you need one. Anything else you need?”
Adrien shook his head. “…You’re not going to press for an explanation?”
“You don’t owe me one,” Nino replied simply.
“I feel like I do.”
“But you don’t,” Nino chuckled.
Adrien made a disgruntled noise.
“Do you want to talk about it?” Nino prompted.
“I think you already know what happened,” Adrien mumbled.
“I’ve heard the heavily redacted, hysterical-Marinette version, but that wasn’t what I asked you. Do you want to talk about it?”
Adrien considered for a moment before snuggling in closer. “There’s nothing to talk about. I screwed everything up. Marinette doesn’t want to date me. I’m walking wounded here. There’s nothing to talk about.”
“I don’t think that’s what actually happened, but…okay,” Nino easily agreed. “We’ll leave it alone for now, but if you change your mind and do decide that there’s something to talk about, just let me know, okay? For now, do you want to go get some lunch, or do you want to stay here a little longer?”
Adrien raised his head to look curiously at Nino while still maintaining a loose hold. “Get lunch…with you…and Alya and Marinette? I’m allowed to come back?”
Nino winced. “Uh…Sorry. Just with me. I don’t think…I don’t think lunch with the girls is a good idea.”
Adrien pulled away, nodding as he wrapped his arms around his knees and hugged them into his chest. “Yeah. Okay. No…I’m good. You should go eat with the girls, Nino. You don’t have to share my exile with me. Go eat with your…your girlfriend.” The word got stuck in Adrien’s throat.
“Dude, no,” Nino insisted. “And you’re not in exile.”
Adrien rolled his eyes. “I think that’s kind of the definition of exile when you’re not allowed to go back to someplace you really want to be. You should go have lunch without me.”
“Adrien,” Nino sighed. “Look. I’m going to tell you a secret. Even if I wanted to go have lunch with the girls—which I don’t because I would never leave a buddy hanging like that—I can’t.”
Adrien arched an eyebrow in confusion. “You ‘can’t’.”
Nino shook his head. “Marinette would kill me. She is seriously out of her mind with worry because of you. She told me Wednesday to go eat lunch with you—again, not that she needed to because I was going to anyway—but you disappeared so fast, and I couldn’t find you. Same thing on Thursday. Today, Marinette took me by the collar and told me that I had better track you down and make sure you weren’t eating alone otherwise she’d take my Miraculous and give it to my brother Noël. So, you see, I couldn’t eat lunch with the girls even if I wanted to.”
Adrien’s jaw dropped. “Y-Your Miraculous? Did you just say your Miraculous?”
Nino’s mouth rounded into a little ‘o’. “Shoot. She didn’t tell you about that part? She told me she’d told you that you could talk to me because I knew everything. I thought she’d…”
Adrien shook his head in a comically slow fashion.
“Well.” Nino pursed his lips. “I guess both the cat and the turtle are out of the bag now.”
Adrien paled. “She…told you about me?”
Nino waved his arms vehemently. “Nonono. I figured that out myself from context.”
Adrien frowned incredulously. “What context?”
Nino rubbed at the back of his neck, averting his eyes. “Well, last Friday she texted me about dating Chat Noir, and then Saturday afternoon I texted her teasing about her sexy kitty boyfriend, but she flipped and said she absolutely could not date Chat Noir, but then she wouldn’t explain. I asked if it had anything to do with Adrien-you, and she flipped some more about how you’d confessed to being in love with her and how things were a mess. At that point, I kind of put things together and realized the only way that the situation made sense was if you and her friend Minou were the same person.”
Adrien’s face lost all remaining color.
“I also realized that I had helped steer her off a cliff by suggesting she date Chat Noir,” Nino groaned.
“Oh,” Adrien replied softly. “…Thank you for saving my butt the other day with that silly putty akuma.”
“Any time, Mec…. I am going to be a wreck from now on knowing it’s you out there,” Nino realized. “This is going to suck.”
“Sorry in advance,” Adrien muttered.
“You’d better be when you literally give me a heart attack,” Nino snorted.
“…Your gamer tag finally makes sense. NinjaTurtleIRL…. Isn’t that a little obvious?” Adrien snickered.
“It’s been three years, and you haven’t figured it out,” Nino countered smugly. “Is ‘LeChatDeLaPrincesse’ any better?”
Adrien winced.
“Come to think of it, you’ve had that handle for a couple years now, haven’t you? But you only started liking Marinette romantically a few months ago. What’s up with that?” Nino quirked an eyebrow suspiciously.
“Okay, so maybe I’ve had a low-grade crush on her for a while. Chat and Marinette started hanging out two, two and a half years ago, and…I don’t know.” Adrien shrugged.
Nino nodded. “Many guys have found themselves in a state of ‘I don’t know’ with Marinette. It’s a common reaction.”
Adrien sighed, resting his chin on his knees. “Yeah, but how many guys has she driven past the brink of desperation into lunacy?”
“You’re not crazy, Adrien. You’re just in love. Trust me. I know they feel similar, but there is a difference,” Nino assured.
“…I got my father to allow me to see a therapist,” Adrien remarked in a voice just above a whisper.
“Dude, that is awesome!” Nino gave Adrien’s upper arm a celebratory clap. “I am really excited for this new leaf your dad has been turning over lately!”
Adrien grimaced. “All it took was telling him I was afraid I’d end up killing myself if things didn’t get better.”
Nino’s elation quickly dissipated. “You shouldn’t tell people that…unless it’s true.”
Adrien gulped and nodded. “I don’t ever want to get to that point, but with the way things are going…I am afraid of eventually getting there.”
Nino wrapped his arms around Adrien once more and squeezed tight. “We are going to get you better, okay? We’re going to keep you safe, so don’t worry about the future. Let’s focus on the here and now. All right?”
“‘Kay’,” Adrien mumbled into Nino’s neck. “Thanks.”
“Don’t mention it. I’ve got you,” Nino promised.
They stayed like that a good minute before Nino tentatively pulled back to ask, “You doing okay now? You want to get some lunch, or is there anything else we need to talk about?”
“I’m ready for lunch, but I don’t want to go down to the lunch room with everyone else,” Adrien admitted.
Nino nodded. “All right. I’m going to go get food, but then I’ll meet you back up here, and we can eat together wherever you want. Sound like a plan?”
“Sounds like a plan,” Adrien affirmed with a grateful smile. “Thank you.”
Nino rolled his eyes fondly as he got to his feet. “Silly boy. You don’t have to thank me. I love you, Mec. I’m here for you.” With a wink, Nino was off, leaving Adrien to consider what a great friend he had been blessed to find.
…And the fact that Marinette was still looking out for him, worrying about him eating lunch alone when she wasn’t in a place where she could eat with him herself.
Hope swelled in Adrien’s chest.
Adrien told Nino to head back to class first after the lunch break and that Adrien would be along soon. When Adrien snuck into class through the back door at the very last minute, he found Nino sitting in the back row in the seat next to the one right by the door that Adrien had been occupying the previous two days.
Adrien blinked owlishly.
“Can I sit here?” Nino inquired, prepared to be told no. “It’s okay if you want to be left alone, but I thought you could use some company.”
“You don’t want to sit up front by Alya?” Adrien pressed, chewing on the inside of his cheek.
Nino waved away Adrien’s concern “Not until my best bud can sit up there next to me.”
“Sometimes I want to kiss you,” Adrien chuckled. “Thank you, Nino.”
“Any time,” Nino assured as he tried to keep his blush under control.
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Plagg and the Butterfly Costume: Ch. 10
Plagg is willing to do a lot in order to get more cheese. When he’s spotted one too many times en route to the kitchen, he decides that a disguise is in order. One purple costume later, and Plagg is free to flit down to the kitchen without people thinking that he’s a rat.
And then he gets caught.
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Friday seemed to go by too slowly and too fast all at once, even for Plagg. Adrien seemed unsure if he wanted to be in the middle of everything and hanging out with everyone or if he wanted to be alone. He was exhausting himself with the back-and-forth, and then ended sleeping through most of the lunch break, head pillowed in Marinette's lap.
"I'm tempted to tell him to transform and come over here to sleep tonight," Marinette told the kwamis quietly as Adrien slept. "He's going to be exhausted before we even start fighting."
"If he starts tossing around again I'll tell him to come over," Plagg promised. Normally he didn't do favors without being bribed first- it was too much effort- but he knew that a tired Chosen wasn't a Chosen that could fight very well. And then a Chosen who couldn't fight very well was more likely to get injured, and then an injured Chosen was less likely to give Plagg Camembert as often.
Marinette just gave him a small smile in thanks.
Dinner on Friday was a much more somber affair than it had been the previous day. Plagg tried to not let it affect him too much as he munched on a delicious baked cheese bread bowl up on the counter.
Worrying while eating just gave him indigestion, after all.
Adrien was barely eating, just pushing food around on his plate. Sabine and Tom were sending him concerned looks, and Marinette's free hand was resting lightly on his leg. Master Fu seemed rather unconcerned by the tension, and was busy enjoying the potstickers that Sabine had prepared.
Once everyone (except Adrien) had finished their food, they settled onto the couches in the living room to talk about what their plan was for the next day. Plagg didn't bother to listen- after all, he had heard absolutely all of the planning in the early stages, and the middle stages, and the later stages, too, and now he was 100% absolutely planning-ed out.
And yes, that was totally a word. He was a god. He could make up the rules if he wanted to.
"Sabine's Mirage is really convincing now," Tikki commented, coming to float down next to Plagg. A cookie dangled from her paws. "They aren't see-through at all, they don't have that noticeable funny glow unless you're in low light, and they move normally. She gave up on making Ladybug talk, but I think that was a bit of a futile effort in this amount of time."
Plagg nodded and stuffed another bite of cheese-soaked bread into his mouth as the temporary superheroes transformed.
As expected, a Tom Turtle was a formidable sight. The shell shield at its normal, base size was huge, wider than a doorway and taller than it was wide. Amusingly, it was also taller than Fu, and slightly taller than Sabine as well.
Tom seemed less than impressed by his superhero outfit, even as armored as it was. Plagg thought like Tom rather resembled a hulking green boulder and that no one in their right mind would step in his path as long as he kept a stern expression on his face, but Tom seemed more concerned with how tight the outfit was.
"You look fine," Sabine assured Tom as he plucked at the skintight outfit. "Very imposing."
"I suppose it'll be fine for one fight," Tom sighed, finally abandoning his inspection of the suit in favor of taking a closer look at his shield. "This is quite sturdy. I like it. You said that I could make it larger?"
"I don't know if you would need it much larger," Fu commented, looking at the giant shell shield. "But yes, you just will it larger and- oh my. That is large."
The shield had expanded, growing to nearly Tom's height and nearly the width of the back of a truck. Tom still held it up easily.
"No one would be able to break through that," Sabine said with a laugh. "Though you might end up not being able to see and end up tripping over a crack in the driveway."
Tom shrunk the shield back to normal size, which was still large. "Yeah, this seems more reasonable. Besides, if it's too big then it can look like I'm trying to hide behind it."
Plagg sniggered. He had remembered a few not-particularly-brave gentle giant Turtles in the past who had done just that. They expanded their shields to comically large proportions and charged blindly, hoping to plow over their enemies like that. It was always amusing to watch, though Plagg's Chosens rarely let him enjoy the scene for long before they transformed to go help their teammate out.
Adrien was clearly more relaxed now, laughing as Tom messed with the shield size. He shrunk it down into a size that Fu could wield, and it looked like a tiny toy in his hands, and then he made it grow into a size that even he struggled to hold.
"I'm pretty sure at least three or four people could sleep in that at that size," Sabine said with a laugh as she inspected the oversize shield. "Wow."
"The shield does fly," Fu added helpfully. "So if you wanted to fly while transporting an injured person or three, a shield that size could be helpful. I've had to do that before."
"Or if someone wanted to take a nap while you travel," Marinette added from her spot on the couch. "Though I suppose it wouldn't be very comfortable."
Adrien grinned at her. "Oh, I don't know. Toss in a couple pillows and some blankets, and it would be great for a cat-nap."
Marinette just groaned at him.
Adrien's phone went off then, and Plagg watched as the smile drained off of Adrien's face as he answered. Before he even said anything, though, Plagg knew that it was Nathalie, calling to summon Adrien home.
"Let me pack some food for you, dear," Sabine said as soon as Adrien hung up. "You barely ate anything at dinner. I think your kwami ate more than you did!"
Adrien only nodded silently and took the bag of bread that she offered him.
Plagg could tell that Adrien's nerves were piling up again as soon as he left the Dupain-Cheng house and slid into the waiting car. He fidgeted the whole way home, could barely hold a conversation with Nathalie, and only just managed to pull himself together long enough to bid his father good-night in a relatively normal-sounding voice.
Plagg wondered briefly how long he should wait before telling Adrien about Marinette's offer, and if Adrien would actually be able to sleep any better next to Marinette or if he would just end up keeping her awake as well.
"I can't believe this is all gonna be over tomorrow," Adrien said after he locked his doors and wandered into the bathroom. Like every night prior, the metal shutters were already down over his windows. Thankfully no one had discovered the broken shutter on the bathroom window that Adrien used to go in and out. He started washing his face. "I think I'm gonna be sick."
...okay, maybe telling Adrien sooner rather than later would be a good idea. It would maybe get his mind off of arresting his own father.
"I'm effectively going to be an orphan," Adrien continued. He reached for his toothbrush. "I didn't think that was ever going to happen before this year. I mean, I know I'll be safer with Father behind bars, and Paris will be, too, but..."
For a moment, Plagg was tempted to remind Adrien that Fu's theory about his mother being trapped was confirmed by Mr. Agreste's files. It was very possible that they would be able to recover her, alive, and bring her back. But he didn't want to make Adrien get his hopes up, not now. Fu still hadn't found the spell to release those trapped in the temple booby-traps in the scrolls, and it could be a while before he did.
If it was in those scrolls as all. It was still a pretty big if.
"Things are just gonna be really different," Adrien finished with a sigh. "And at least Nathalie has things arranged so that I could stay here in Paris with her and the Gorilla taking care of me, but I just... I don't know. I just want tomorrow to be over."
Plagg stayed quiet for a moment longer, then blurted, "Marinette said you could go over there to sleep if you didn't think that you could sleep here."
Adrien lit up, even as a heavy blush spread over his cheeks. "Really?"
"Uh-huh."
Much to Plagg's surprise, Adrien hesitated. "I don't know if I would be able to sleep any better over there. I would probably just keep Mari awake."
...great, now Adrien was starting up with the cutesy civilian nicknames. In fact, unless Plagg was very much mistaken (and he sorely hoped that he was), he had overheard Adrien call his girlfriend- er, partner and friend- 'Maribug' earlier, because apparently just the cutesy shortening of her name wasn't enough.
"I mean, I love being over there, but..." Adrien was still faltering. "I don't know."
"You slept over there during lunch break," Plagg reminded him. With your head in her lap, Plagg added silently. He could tell already that once Adrien got over his father getting imprisoned and the two superheroes started dating, they would be disgustingly cuddly.
"I mean, yeah, but I was exhausted," Adrien pointed out. He yawned widely. "And I'm tired now, but not tired enough to just fall asleep like I did at lunch."
Plagg waited.
"Though I suppose it wouldn't hurt to try," Adrien mused. "But I shouldn't go over until after I'm sure no one would check in on me. Eleven, maybe? Nathalie normally leaves before then, and Father never checks in on me."
Plagg checked the clock. He and Adrien had an hour to kill.
Adrien spent that time pacing, half of the time with his room lights on and the other half with lights off, to make anyone who came to check think that he was asleep.
Plagg hoped that no one who passed by Adrien's room would listen too closely, because he was pretty certain that people who were sound asleep didn't pace back and forth across their room.
"Okay, it's eleven," Adrien said as soon as he spotted his clock blink the time. "Plagg! Transform me!"
Plagg popped out of the ring only minutes later, only to find Marinette ushering a blanket-wrapped Adrien down into her parents' living room. Mr. Dupain and Mrs. Cheng were nowhere to be seen, and Fu had clearly headed home as well.
"I just don't know how I'll ever fall asleep," Adrien was admitting to Marinette. "And I don't know if being over here will help any or not, but Plagg said that you said I could and I figured that it couldn't hurt."
"I could make you some Valerian tea," Marinette suggested, and Plagg perked up and his whiskers twitched in amusement. "Maman makes it sometimes when one of us is having trouble sleeping and it helps make me tired enough to fall asleep."
Adrien shrugged. "It couldn't hurt, I suppose."
Marinette made the tea, and then the two of them curled up on the sofa to watch some cartoons while Adrien sipped at his tea. Plagg perched on the counter in a prime viewing position.
Adrien finished his cup after a few minutes, and then curled up against Marinette's side as the TV played quietly. A minute later, his head drooped onto her shoulder. Not long after, his eyes fluttered completely closed and his breathing evened out and deepened as he fell completely asleep. It didn't take long for Marinette to notice.
"Is he asleep already?" Marinette asked in a whisper as Adrien curled closer. "I've never seen someone react to that tea so fast! It usually takes me twenty minutes."
Plagg sniggered. "Miraculous tendencies. You just gave Valerian tea to a cat. It's like catnip, but more," he added when Marinette just looked confused. "He'll be out like a light until morning."
Marinette gaped at him. "You didn't warn us!"
"'Course not. This was funnier."
Marinette just sighed and turned the TV off.
The next few minutes were even more amusing. Marinette didn't want to leave Adrien on the couch by himself, and so she had to figure out how to get him up to her room by herself. She trotted upstairs to open her trapdoor and clear a path, and then she returned back to the living room to try to pick up Adrien to carry him upstairs.
She failed miserably.
"He won't even budge!" Marinette complained, straining as she tried to lift Adrien up bridal-style. "He's not this heavy normally!"
Plagg cackled. Tikki, who had been woken up by Marinette's rushing around and had come down to see what was going on, just sighed.
"I fling him around all the time as Ladybug," Marinette continued petulantly, pouting as she flopped down on the couch not occupied by Adrien. "And he barely weighs anything then, it seems."
Plagg waited. Tikki seemed about to say something, and he shushed her. It was much funnier to watch a tired Marinette try to puzzle out a solution on her own. Meanwhile, a thoroughly knocked-out Adrien slumbered on.
"Oh!" Marinette suddenly exclaimed, bolting upright. "I could just transform for a minute and bring him upstairs!"
...bugger, Plagg had been hoping that it would take her a little longer to puzzle out the answer.
Moments later, Marinette had transformed and had scooped Adrien up easily. She trotted upstairs with him, and Plagg watched as she deposited him in her bed. Before she headed back downstairs, she set an alarm on her phone.
"He has to be back to the mansion before anyone checks in on him in the morning," Marinette explained to Plagg, setting the phone next to her pillow. She took a moment to reach over and brush Adrien's bangs off of his face. "At least he'll be able to sleep in on Sunday."
Plagg settled down on a pile of fabric scraps next to Tikki and yawned loudly. Tomorrow was going to be a big day for his Chosen, and he had to be rested up.
Plagg whined loudly as an alarm pierced the air. He rolled over and peered down at the bed, where Adrien and Marinette were curled up next to each other. They both had curiously similar responses to the alarm- Marinette curled up and groaned, and Adrien was trying to pull the blankets over his head. Marinette's arm snaked out and tried to whack the alarm off, just as Adrien reached over as well. He frowned in confusion when his arm had to go around another body, and his eyes finally cracked open.
"Wha- Marinette?"
"Morning, Adrien," Marinette managed around a yawn. She pushed herself up and finally got the alarm shut off. "Wakey wakey."
"I fell asleep?"
Marinette shot an annoyed look at Plagg, who promptly feigned sleep. "Yeah. Someone forgot to tell us that you're more sensitive to Valerian because of your Miraculous. It only took you a couple minutes to fall asleep."
"Still tired," Adrien grumbled, but he pushed himself up. "Maybe less tea next time."
"You can nap at home, kid," Plagg said, giving up on the façade of sleep after a few seconds of consideration. "Ready?"
Adrien just grumbled.
Adrien was driven over to the Dupain-Cheng house mid-morning, after he had finally shaken off the last lingering effects of the Valerian. Nathalie had given him a look as he left and had briefly suggested that he invite his "girlfriend" over for once instead of always going to her house, making Adrien turn bright red, but otherwise she didn't try to stop him.
Once they arrived at the bakery, they were surprised to find it open. Adrien headed in to find Sabine at the counter, explaining something to a young woman behind the counter. She lit up when she spotted Adrien.
"Am I early?" Adrien asked nervously.
"Oh no, dear," Sabine assured him. "Sarah is just working the counter today, so I was making sure she knew what she was doing. Marinette and Master Fu are upstairs, and Tom will be up soon. Go on ahead, I'll be right behind you."
Adrien headed up.
"Hopefully this will be over soon so Tom and Sabine can get back to the bakery," Adrien said as he mounted the last few stairs. He was still frowning slightly. "I wasn't expecting them to be working today."
Plagg rolled his eyes. He seriously doubted that Tom and Sabine actually planned on doing any real work today. They needed to have the bakery open, sure, because otherwise it would look weird, but they seemed to have brought in extra help so they could be free for the morning- or more likely, for the day. Surely they knew that Adrien would be upset after his father's arrest and would want to be able to spend the time with him.
"Adrien!" Marinette exclaimed, popping out of the door. "Come in! My parents should be up soon, they just need to make sure that the staff can keep things running for the day without as much supervision as they're used to."
Plagg was almost knocked out of the air by the sheer amount of relief suddenly flooding out from Adrien.
"Greetings, Chat Noir," Fu called from inside the room. "Right on time."
Adrien just managed a weak smile.
"Do you want anything to eat?" Marinette asked as she pulled Adrien and Plagg inside. "Or something to drink? We have cheese for later," she added to Plagg.
"And some for now?" Plagg asked hopefully. Marinette sighed.
"Maybe just a little."
"I think I'll be sick if I eat anything," Adrien admitted. He perched on a stool next to the counter. "I just want to be done."
Marinette set a couple slices of cheese down on the counter for Plagg and headed around the counter to wrap Adrien up in a hug. Plagg perched on his shoulder and attempted a comforting purr around the cheese he had stuffed in his mouth.
"All right, we're ready," Sabine announced, pushing through the door with Tom following behind. Trixx darted around Sabine, clearly eager to get going. "We'll have to check in with Sarah and Jean periodically throughout the day to make sure they stay on track, but otherwise we're free."
Fu smiled, pushing himself off of the couch. He seemed far more relaxed than anyone else in the room. "Fabulous. Now Tom, I'll-"
He was cut off by a shrill sound as several phones around the room rang with an akuma alarm, and they all froze. Plagg bared his teeth and narrowly kept himself from destroying the phones to silence the alarms because really? An akuma attack now? Adrien was only just holding it together this morning, and now they would have an akuma to deal with before they could just get over what was bound to be the worst part of the day for Adrien.
"Great," Marinette complained. "Just when we were ready to go, too!"
"At least Mr. Agreste should be in the office for the rest of the day once you defeat the akuma," Fu pointed out. "We didn't consider what we might do if he were up in his lair before. Why don't the two of you go take care of that akuma, and we'll wait here. I brought some scrolls along that I can translate in the meantime."
All Adrien and Marinette could do was nod and call for their kwamis to transform.
As soon as Plagg popped out of the ring, hungry, tired, and drained, he knew that it hadn't been an easy fight. It was clearly no longer morning, and both Adrien and Marinette looked exhausted as they slouched at the Dupain-Cheng kitchen table.
"What a way to go out," Marinette commented as her mother slid a bowl of soup in front of them. "Final akuma fight, hopefully. At least Mr. Agreste really won't be expecting us to be out and about again today."
Adrien blinked at her. "We're still doing that today? I mean, I hoped, but then the fight took so long..."
"We don't have much of a choice," Tom told him. "Sabine and I brought in extra help just for today, and it might be difficult to do it again. Sarah and Jean normally work Monday through Wednesday, and while they were willing to do Saturday this week with our normal weekend workers I doubt they would be thrilled to do it two weeks in a row."
Adrien nodded.
While the two tired superheroes ate, Sabine fetched two petits fours for Tikki and a large hunk of Camembert for Plagg so they could recharge as well. By the time Adrien finally swallowed his last bite of broth-soaked bread, everyone was rested up a bit.
"I can go check to see if Mr. Agreste is back in his office yet," Sabine offered, calling up her transformation. "Or if he's still up sulking in his lair."
Fu nodded in approval. "Yes, that would be a good idea. And once you get into position out of sight of Mr. Agreste's office, you can send us a quick message to let us know if he's down or not."
Adrien started to look ill again as Sabine headed out across the rooftops.
(Plagg was really glad that it would be the illusions and not Ladybug and Chat Noir themselves meeting Mr. Agreste face-to-face at the door, because Mr. Agreste would pick up that something was wrong right away and target Chat Noir. Hopefully the man wouldn't even get a good look at Chat Noir's face during the scramble.)
"Are you going to be okay, Adrien?" Tom asked. He stepped forward to rest a hand on Adrien's shoulder. "We'll be right there with you, every step of the way."
"And no matter what, you're never going to be without a family," Marinette said firmly, sliding her hand up to cup Adrien's jaw. "We're here for you, kitty. Always."
Adrien nodded, eyes closed as he pressed his forehead to hers. Plagg watched as he took deep breaths, working to focus. After a moment, he flew up to perch on Adrien's shoulder and let out a small, comforting purr.
Barely a minute later, a small orange blob shot through the window and into the room. It swirled around, then announced, "Mr. Agreste is in his office. Call the police and come on over."
"Time to go," Tom announced. He fiddled with the bracelet wrapped around his wrist, then transformed. He smiled at the teens. "Ready?"
Marinette glanced at Adrien. He took one last deep breath, then stepped back and nodded.
"Let's go."
/
As soon as he popped out of the ring, Plagg turned to Adrien, frantically scanning for injuries. Adrien hadn't been transformed for long at all, which meant that either the fight hadn't gone for very long, Adrien had decided to back out last minute, or he had gotten injured and had to retreat.
Sometimes Plagg really hated not knowing what was going on when he was transformed.
Adrien's expression didn't tell him much. He looked tired, like he would like nothing better than a nap and a plate full of cookies. He didn't look like he was in pain, though, so that eliminated the possibility of him being injured. Marinette came up next to him, wrapping him in a hug and resting her cheek against his shoulder. The Butterfly Miraculous dangled from her fingers.
The fight was over.
"It went about as well as we could have hoped," Marinette told Tikki and Plagg quietly as Adrien buried his face in her hair. "He didn't spot Adrien or I hidden up above before he went to the door. Nathalie did, but she didn't say anything. Mr. Agreste did try to use his missiles, but they just kind of smoked and fizzled out. We had a bit of an incident with magic backlash after tearing off his Miraculous mid-transformation, but everything worked out in the end."
"I dug in too deep when I was shredding the necktie," Adrien mumbled, his words muffled by Marinette's hair. "I didn't cause any serious injury, I guess, but there was blood. I hurt him."
"He was wriggling around quite a bit," Marinette reminded Adrien quickly before either Plagg or Tikki could say anything. "If he hadn't, maybe he wouldn't have gotten hurt. And neck wounds always look worse than they actually are, I think. Mr. Raincomprix said that he thought that it would be fine, but someone more trained in medical stuff would take a look at it once they got back to the police station."
Adrien just nodded.
"And speaking of Mr. Raincomprix, we told him that Adrien was at a friend's house right now," Tom added. "I wouldn't be surprised if he shows up here shortly to, ah, 'break the news' about your father. He would want to do that before the media picks up the news at all."
Adrien made a face.
"Could you- I mean, if one of you is downstairs, could you tell Mr. Raincomprix that Ladybug and Chat Noir already came by to do that?" Marinette asked. She cast a worried look at Adrien, who didn't look like he was going to be able to act as though he hadn't yet heard about his father's arrest yet. "I'm sure he'll still want to come up and talk, but it might just be easier on us to not have to pretend like it's new news."
Tom and Sabine nodded immediately.
"I'll go down," Tom said before Sabine could offer. "I need to check in with how Jean is doing with the final batch of the day, anyway." He rested a gentle hand on Adrien's shoulder. "Do you guys want anything? Cookies? Muffins? Cheesecake? Some croissants?"
Plagg perked up. "Cheesecake?"
Adrien just shook his head. Plagg hastily suppressed the urge to ask if he could have Adrien's share, too. Something told him that this maybe wasn't the time.
Tom nodded, and with one more look at Adrien, he vanished downstairs.
It didn't take long for Officer Raincomprix to show up. He looked supremely uncomfortable as he caught sight of Adrien curled up next to Marinette on the couch, but Plagg could sense some underlying relief there. Clearly the man had been dreading breaking the news to Adrien that his father was a supervillain and had been arrested, and with that taken care of by the superheroes his job was that much easier.
"Adrien," the officer greeted him awkwardly. Plagg briefly wondered if they really didn't have anyone on the force better suited for this kind of thing. It seemed from what Plagg had seen that the man was stiff and not particularly good with kids, which was a bit odd considering that he had a kid of his own. "I, uh- Tom- er, Mr. Dupain- said you had already heard about your father?"
Adrien nodded.
"He's in police custody right now," Raincomprix continued, shifting back and forth. Plagg noticed that his eyes weren't quite resting on Adrien. In fact, the officer was looking almost anywhere but at Adrien. "He had some injuries in the final fight, but they were superficial and got cleaned up as soon as we got back to the station. There won't be any lasting damage from those."
Adrien's shoulders slumped in relief.
"We still have to look and see if there's a plan on file for who will take care of you now." Raincomprix seriously looked like he was about to bolt, and Plagg idly started wondering how long it would take. "But, um..."
"Adrien can stay with us for as long as needed," Sabine said firmly. She stepped over and laid a hand gently on Adrien's shoulder, giving it a small squeeze. "We'd be happy to have him here."
Raincomprix looked further relieved.
"Okay. That- that's good. Uh, we'll keep you updated, then," Raincomprix said. His eyes darted towards the door, and Plagg bet that he was about to leave. "And we haven't released a press statement of any sort yet because we want to gather as much information as we can first, but we were parked in front of the mansion for a bit and of course the superheroes were there so there will probably be some media attention."
Adrien cringed.
"It'll all be conjecture for a few days, but I wouldn't be surprised if people put it together," Raincomprix added. "So we're planning on having some police presence at the school on Monday to keep reporters from harassing you. And, uh, that's everything, unless you had questions?"
Adrien just shook his head.
Officer Raincomprix nodded, bade a very quick goodbye, and then was gone before they could blink.
"Just a tad uncomfortable, wasn't he?" Plagg sniggered as soon as the door closed behind the officer. "If he had actually had to 'break the news', he probably would have fidgeted a hole in the floor."
That got a smile out of Adrien, as he had known it would. It vanished a second later.
"Well, I'm sure this kind of thing isn't exactly a fun part of their job," Sabine said. She patted Adrien's shoulder lightly, then moved over to the counter. "We'll keep an eye on the news reports flying around for sure, so we can warn you about what people are saying. And if anyone tries bothering you, we'll either have Tom accompany you or we can ask for police escort until the fuss dies down."
"It's not going to take people long to figure out that Father was Hawkmoth," Adrien said, sighing as he sat up on the couch. "I saw people pointing at us when we left, and at the police cars. And if it doesn't click right away, it will when there aren't any more akuma attacks, and it's gonna be big news. I don't think it'll die down fast at all."
Plagg suspected that Adrien was probably right. Hawkmoth had been the biggest news in the city for a while, and his defeat would be big news as well, even without a spectacular battle to go along with it.
"The best I can hope for is people not bothering me too much," Adrien continued with a sigh. "And people at school not blaming me for Father's actions, too. So many of them got akumatized. I just don't know how they'll react."
"I'll bite them if they blame you," Plagg announced. "Even if they taste bad."
That got another small smile out of Adrien.
There was another knock at the door, and they all turned in time to see Fu stepping in the door. The Turtle Miraculous hung from his wrist again, and there was a small smile on his face. There was a sense of excitement coming from him as he beamed at Adrien and Marinette.
"Good job, you two. From what I could see, that was a near-perfect attack. It went fairly smoothly, and now Mr. Agreste is safely in police custody." His gaze slid to Adrien. "But this is not over. We still have to find your mother and return her to you."
Adrien's eyes snapped to Fu, suddenly focused. The old man smiled.
"I found something quite promising in the scrolls today. A spell, to free prisoners caught in the Tibetan temple traps."
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[Chlonette Week]: What Is This Feeling?
(written for @chlonetteweek )
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Day 2: What Is This Feeling?
Prompt: a journey into them slowly discovering that the way they feel about each other is different
Summary: Chloé asks Marinette for a rather distracting favor, and Marinette isn't quite sure if she's going to be able to survive it.
Day 2: What Is This Feeling?
“Hey! Dupain-Cheng!”
Marinette rolled her eyes at the sound of Chloé’s voice and shifted back in the hopes that Chloé wouldn’t see her hiding underneath the courtyard stairs. It always seemed like it was physically impossible for Marinette to spend her free periods in peace without this girl finding her and distracting her with something ridiculous. She had portfolios to submit for two of her applied arts classes by the end of the week, and there was no way anyone was going to keep her from at least finishing her linework before the school day ended. But Chloé had never been interested in anyone’s problems except for her own, and it was really rather stupid of Marinette to assume that Chloé would notice her panicking and leave her alone.
“Three steps back, Bourgeois,” Marinette called out. “You are not bothering me right now.”
Chloé stopped mid-stride and scoffed. “Well, excuse me, what crawled up your ass?”
“Final assignments,” Marinette muttered.
“Due when?”
“On Friday.”
“It’s Tuesday. You have time to help me.”
Marinette groaned. “I am not interested in getting into another debate with you. For the last time, you are warm toned, and that blue eye makeup makes you look gross and washed out.”
Chloé narrowed her eyes. “Don’t you dare rehash that. Besides, those are tall words coming from a girl who can’t even do a smokey eye right.”
“Oh my Gooood! ” Marinette threw her sketchbook off to the side and finally looked up at Chloé who must have just come from outside since she was still wearing her peacoat on one arm. “If I humor you, will you make it quick so you can leave me alone?”
Chloé crossed her arms. “You sew, right?”
“Is that a trick question? Do you know me?”
“I mean, do you have sewing stuff on you right now, you ignoramus.”
“Yeah, why?”
“Perfect.” Chloé leaned down, collected Marinette’s things, and pulled her up from her seat on the ground. “You’re coming with me.”
Marinette tripped to catch up with Chloé as she led them upstairs to where the classrooms were. “Woah woah woah, what the heck, where are we going? You know how hard it is to monopolize that spot under the stairs?”
“No one cares about your stupid real estate claims, Marinette, you already agreed to help me, so shut up.”
“If this ends up taking all period I’m literally going to hire someone to kill you.”
“Good luck with that, sweetie. And if you’re as good as you say, this won’t take any time at all.”
She took them to an empty chemistry lab and locked the door to make sure no one came in after them. Chloé dropped Marinette’s things on top of the teacher’s desk while Marinette asked, “Alright. What’s the emergency?”
Chloé didn’t say a word as she let her jacket drop to the floor and held out her right arm. Marinette’s eyes flew open as she bit down on her bottom lip to keep from bursting out into laughter. “Oh, honey….”
“Don’t you start,” Chloé warned. “This isn’t my fault.”
Marinette placed a hand on Chloé’s shoulder and inspected the sleeve of her blouse that was literally hanging off her shoulder by a single thread. It looked like it had been completely ripped out of its seam, but Marinette was having a lot of trouble understanding how Chloé had managed that seeing as how this looked to be a Gabriel brand blouse that probably cost her over a hundred euros. “Do I even want to know?”
Chloé looked to the ceiling. “I….may have been in the middle of yelling at someone….and got my sleeve caught in the locker….and tried to stomp away….and then I heard a rip.”
Marinette gave her a deadpan stare. “You are such an idiot.”
“This is not the time to be focusing on my failings,” Chloé said. “Can you sew it up or not? You can see my bra through the hole of the shirt now. I can’t go to class like this.”
Marinette sighed and stared at the ruined seam. “I mean, it might be easier to just go home and change.”
“I’m not going to have time. I tried calling my butler but he’s busy handling something important for Daddy. I wouldn’t have come to you if I wasn’t desperate.”
“Oh gee thanks,” Marinette sneered. She turned around and started rummaging through her bag for the travelling sewing kit she always carried. “It won’t look pretty, but I can sew it up really quick so that at least the sleeve is attached. To do it properly, I’d need my sewing machine which is at home.”
Chloé waved off the offer. “Attaching the sleeve is fine. Just need to get through the day. I’ll order three new ones when I get home.”
Marinette pulled a face. “Oooh, I’m Chloé, I’m super rich, I’ll just buy three of everything I break.”
“God, you’re annoying.”
“Keep it up or I’ll sew the sleeve to your collar.”
Marinette pulled out a baby blue thread that was the closest match to Chloe’s blouse she could find and started to thread the needle. “Alright, this might be easier if you take off your shirt. If you’re fine with quick and dirty, I can fix it in about twenty minutes.”
Chloé smirked as she unbuttoned her shirt. “Quick and dirty, huh? Interesting word choice considering I’m about to get half naked.”
“Ha ha ha,” Marinette droned. “Get over yourself.”
Chloé scoffed. “Figures the first girl I get naked for in like six months is one that won’t even appreciate it.”
“Tragic.”
“Truly.”
“Shut up and hand me the shirt, you narcissist.”
Chloé pulled the shirt off, rolled it up into a ball, and threw it right in Marinette’s face while she was tying off the end of the thread.. “There! Happy?”
Marinette ripped it off her head and was about to tell Chloé to cool it with the sarcasm before she permanently ruined her blouse. But whatever she was about to say was immediately blown out of her mind as her eyes zeroed in on Chloé and the fact the fact that she was currently standing in front of her while wearing an incredibly expensive looking bra that was certainly a little too….festive for everyday wear.
Now Marinette wasn’t an ogler. She knew how downright uncomfortable it was to have boys staring at her legs when she wore short skirts and trying to get peeks down the front of her shirt in the middle of class. So she always tried to be conscious of not letting her eyes linger for more than a couple of seconds out of respect for the other person because that’s the kind of treatment she would’ve wanted in return.
Except it was really kind of hard not to stare when Chloé’s bra was way too low cut, way too see through, and way too covered in lace to be appropriate. Chloé was all soft skin and round curves, and Marinette didn’t even have the energy to be annoyed at the fact that Chloé’s pride in her looks was very well founded.
Marinette must have been quiet for a while because Chloé had to snap her fingers in front of Marinette’s face to get her attention. She raised a delicate brow and asked, “You good?”
The only thing Marinette could do was swallow and point out the obvious. “You’re wearing lingerie….”
Chloé huffed. “Yeah, don’t remind me. I forgot to hand my delicates over to the maid when she did laundry yesterday so all I had to wear this morning was the expensive stuff. Ridiculous, right?”
Marinette pulled in her lips and nodded. Ridiculous was not the word Marinette was thinking of, but she didn’t trust herself enough to speak. Instead she pulled Chloé’s blouse inside out and started to realign the hem so she could pin it in place. “Let me, uh….get started on this then.”
Marinette still didn’t like Chloé no matter how much effort Adrien put into whipping the girl into shape and teaching her revolutionary new concepts like manners and courtesy. She was still loud mouthed, still annoying, still spoiled, and still dead set on annoying Marinette using any means necessary. Fine, it was mostly harmless now and in a way Marinette sort of enjoyed the banter if only so she could completely humiliate Chloé and get her to feel a little humble for once — but it didn’t matter because she was still a brat and that wasn’t about to change.
Chloé wasn’t allowed to mess that dynamic up by being attractive. Well, okay, Chloé had always been pretty. Marinette’s opinions about Chloé aside, she wasn’t blind and she certainly wasn’t one to ignore an objective truth. But, as shallow as it sounded, it was really hard to focus on how stupid Chloé’s face looked when she was standing in a get up straight out of one of Marinette’s very confusing yet highly enlightening day dreams.
Wow, she was staring again. This was so not fair.
Focus on sewing. Just focus on sewing.
Luckily, Chloé was more interested in standing off to the side and playing on her phone than paying any attention to what Marinette was doing and for that she was grateful. Oxford cloth was something Marinette had worked with dozens of times, and she managed to fix the shirt with a simple running stitch that was good enough to last Chloé throughout the rest of the school day without further incident so long as she was careful with it and didn’t get it caught in anymore lockers. Not her best work, but not bad for only having a ten euro travel kit on her.
Marinette was tying off the thread and cutting the excess when she felt Chloé lean in next to her to observe her work. Or rather, she felt Chloé’s breasts pressing against her arm in a way that would’ve felt intentional if not the for the fact that Chloé genuinely didn’t seem to realize how much of Marinette’s personal space she was taking up. “Wow. You’re kinda not awful at this.”
“Wow, you’re kinda welcome.” Marinette subtly moved two inches to her right and pulled the shirt rightside out again. “Alright. Try it on. Is it too tight?”
Chloé pulled the sleeves on but kept the shirt unbuttoned as she rolled her shoulders and lifted her arms up in the air. “Nope. Feels good to me.”
Marinette cleared her throat and wondered if it was rude to ask Chloé to hurry up and close her shirt already. “Well, I do this a lot. Aspiring designer and all that jazz.”
Chloé was about to start buttoning up her shirt, but she looked down at her chest and gasped at what she saw. “Oh dammit. Wait a minute. Do you have scissors?”
“Did I leave a thread loose?”
Chloé got closer and — oh for heaven’s sake — shoved her chest in Marinette’s face as she pointed to the center of her bra where a dark blue rose was embroidered. “I think there’s a loose string hanging off here. Do you see it?”
“Uhh….” Marinette swallowed and looked down to see a small bit of blue thread hanging right where the flower was sewn in. “Y-Yeah. This right here?”
“Yeah. Dammit, I think that’s because I was fiddling with it during class.”
Yeah, okay, so Marinette was going to do her best to not think about Chloé with her hand down her shirt and fingering the designs on her bra while sitting in class, staring at the board, and not realizing how many stares she was probably catching in the process.
“Do you want me to uh….cut it? I don’t have scissors but I have a seam ripper that might do the job if I’m careful.”
“Wasn’t pointing it out for my health, Marinette. Make it quick. I still need to switch out my books.”
Marinette dug through her bag for her seam ripper and had a little bit of a crisis when she realized that she was going to have to hold on to some part of Chloé in order to hold her steady and cut the thread. Her hand trembled when it reached out for Chloé’s shoulder and pulled her in closer. “I-I’m um….I need to kinda hold onto your….well….so I can cut it properly.”
Chloé got the message without Marinette having to say it and shrugged. “Go ahead.”
Marinette really hoped her blush wasn’t obvious because she could literally feel her cheeks heating up as she grabbed the center of Chloé’s bra. She felt the backs of her fingers brush up against the warm skin of Chloé’s breast as she tried to hook the seam ripper around the thread and snap it off as quickly as she could. This close, she could smell Chloé’s shampoo and Chloé’s perfume which certainly wasn’t helping her concentration and was actually making the warmth from her face start to pool deep in her chest and spread her flush to other parts of her body.
Luckily cutting a thread took a lot less time than fixing a seam, and Marinette backed away from Chloé as quickly as she could the minute she was done. “Alright, better?”
Chloé smiled. “Much. Not bad, Dupain-Cheng. You’re pretty good in a pinch.”
God Marinette really couldn’t get her eyes off of Chloé’s chest this was so freaking bad.
“Yeah, yeah it was no problem. Oh!” Marinette blinked when she saw one of Chloé’s bra straps hanging more loose on one shoulder than it was on the other. “Your straps are uneven.”
“Seriously?” Chloé looked over her shoulder to try and see for herself. “Shoot, could you fix them for me?”
Chloé didn’t wait for an answer as she spun around and lifted her hair to give Marinette access to fix the straps, and honestly, since when the hell were people’s backs attractive? Did Chloé work out? Were girls’ backs allowed to look this toned, lean, and perfect for running your hands up and down? How ridiculous was that?
Marinette tightened the offending strap and indulged herself by drumming her fingers against Chloe’s shoulder blades to let her know that she was done. As a finishing blow, Chloé cupped both of her breasts in her hands, lifted them up a little bit, and nodded as if she were deciding whether she was satisfied with how they looked. “What do you think? Better? Even?”
Perfect? Gorgeous? Smooth? Soft?
“Uh huh!” Marinette squeaked out.
“Brilliant.” Chloé finally — finally!!! — buttoned up her shirt right when the warning bell for next period started ringing through the building. Chloé cursed under her breath and quickly grabbed her coat and her bag. “Ugh, I still need to get to my locker and get my books. My literature teacher is gonna kill me if I’m late to her class again.” She was about to rush to the door and leave without saying a word before she stopped short and slowly turned around.
“Oh, wait a minute. I forgot.” She cleared her throat and spoke as if she were reading from a script. “Thank you for your help. Is there anything I can do for you in return?”
Marinette snorted. “Adrien’s really broken you in, hasn’t he?”
“Shut up.”
Marinette laughed, for the first time appreciating the fact that Chloé was at least putting in an effort. “How about a coffee first thing tomorrow morning and we can call it even?”
Chloé smirked. “I can do coffee.” She blew a kiss in Marinette’s direction and finally slipped out into the hallway. “Nice work, Dupain-Cheng. You’re officially my go-to for all future fashion disasters.”
Marinette let out a huge breath once Chloé was out of the room and slowly started to pack up her things, thoughts of girls and curves and soft things still running through her mind up until the moment she sat down next to Alya during their next class.
“Random question,” Marinette asked out of the blue. “Is it possible for boobs to make you feel all dizzy and lightheaded? Asking for a friend.”
Alya frowned and started looking through her bag. “Aw, are you on your period, babe? I have pain killers if you need them.”
“No, no. Not my boobs. Another person’s boobs.”
Alya furrowed her brows. “Any boobs that I know?”
Marinette covered her face with both hands and whined petulantly. “If I tell you, you have to promise not to laugh.”
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After Midnight
I could’t get this idea out of my head, so here we are. #squadgoals
Work was stressful. Work sucked, even when it was mostly enjoyable. Not every day could be a winner after all. But the only thing that was worse than a sucky day at work was a sucky week. And the only thing worse than that? Depended on if you were Nathalie Sancoeur or not. But there was one silver lining to all of this. Nathalie had her girls.
Today, of course a Friday of all days, had been particularly trying. It seemed that as more time passed all Gabriel wanted to do was remain transformed, endlessly looking for that perfect champion who could finally bring him his heart’s desire. Nathalie liked to think she understood the man, though someone completely understanding Gabriel Agreste was as likely as pigs naturally sprouting wings. In any case, what Nathalie did understand was that this wasn’t healthy. Well, it hadn’t been healthy to begin with, but it was even worse now. At least when Emilie had been here things had at least seemed okay. But now she was gone and it was more than obvious Gabriel didn’t know how to function as a proper human being without her. Nathalie wished she could help, but she was paid incredibly well to remain in her place. That didn’t mean she couldn’t find ways to rebel from within the system. Unfortunately, those instances didn’t occur very often.
She sent a text out to her squad, good lord that Nino boy’s slang had really rubbed off on Adrien, and it was seriously starting to affect her now too. But fuck it, she needed a break. And she was almost certain they did too. Tonight was going to be a Girl’s Night Out, and they all knew just where they wanted to go.
One might have thought that Adrien was nuts when he said he’d go to Japan for a karaoke bar. Luckily for his father, one had opened up in Paris and was doing wonders for the owner. Everyone loved coming, and those with the money would rent out the backrooms for the entire night. Nathalie and her girlfriends loved getting ready, pregaming, and then taking the Agreste driver out to the establishment. One of the few perks of being the boss’ assistant was that she had as much access to a vehicle as they did, and it was always useful for nights like this.
The replies came in, yes the girls would love a night free to drink away their responsibilities. The only question now was that the theme of the outfits would be for tonight. Were they thinking short and sequined? Bejeweled? Or maybe even something a little more risque? The consensus ended up being jewel tones and party dresses; the time set for five-thirty at Nathalie’s spacious apartment. Nathalie set out a few bottles of wine and some overly large glasses as she let down her hair from it’s painfully tight bun. She was definitely going to need some aspirin, or alcohol. And right now, she was leaning towards the latter.
She was halfway done with her first glass, not even out of her work clothes, when the first knock came on the door. Standing on the other side was Penny Rolling, Jagged Stone’s assistant. Being that they were both the right hands of incredibly powerful, if not juvenile at times, men there was a sacred kinship between them. Hanging over her arm Penny had her dress, a garnet number without straps and lines for ruching down the center of the front and back, accentuating her curves and playing nicely with her tone and hair.
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How to Catch a Ladybug CH2
Ayyy! Finally updated something after forever! Here is the next chapter of my Lilanette fic~ It’s been so long since I introduced this, and I kept meaning to work on it, but it kept getting shoved aside. Thank you all for being patient with me lately. School has been hectic, and all of my free time to write gets put into working on my piece for the Big Bang which I can’t share with you guys until December, but I pinky promise you’ll love that one when it comes out! For now I’m going to do my best to finish up Ladrien Summer and this fic over the course of this month, and maybe work on finally finishing Fluff Month for the love square. In November I have a new fic that I’m super excited for that I want to introduce, so hopefully I can get through some of these oldies before then.
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Chapter 2: According to Plan
That conniving little faker! The only reason she was being so nice was to hide how horrible she really was on the inside, and Lila couldn’t believe she’d almost fallen for it. She wasn’t going to stand for it! That girl did not deserve to be a hero after the way she treated a complete stranger. Sure, Lila, had been lying, but she didn’t have to call her out like that in front of Adrien. What did she care anyways? Probably just jealous that she was taking attention away from her precious alter ego.
If only there was a way to get rid of her and knock her off her throne for good, then Lila could show the world how much better she was at being a hero than that brat. She needed to get her hands on those earrings, then she would be the new Ladybug, and Paris would have a real hero. But how was she going to get her hands on them?
She eyed Marinette, who was chatting with Mylene in the courtyard, from the second floor with a pensive frown. Marinette wasn’t aware that Lila knew her secret, so she had that advantage at least. Maybe she could swipe them when Marinette took them off. That was bound to happen eventually, right? For now, she would continue to play her friend because stealing them would be a lot easier if she was part of her inner circle, so, swallowing her disgust and planting a friendly grin on her face, she marched down to Marinette with probably the smoothest mask she had ever worn. Lila was accustomed to lying. She was good at it, and acting was only a small extension of lying, so when she pulled Marinette into a tight hug, she didn’t suspect a thing.
“Thank you so much for showing me around yesterday. Moving can be so daunting, and I really appreciate your kindness,” She said energetically. “No wonder everyone loves you; you’re such a good friend.”
“Oh, you’re welcome! As class representative, it’s my job to make sure everyone feels welcome,” She replied, waving it away.
“You’re good at your job. I feel a deep connection with you, and I’m really glad we’re friends,” She ran her fingers through Marinette’s hair and smiled. “Let’s hang out after school. I don’t know of many cool places in Paris yet.”
“Of course! I’d be happy to show you around,” Marinette agreed politely. Seems like Lila wasn’t the only good actress at the school. Marinette was better than she’d anticipated which was fine by Lila. It would only make stealing her Miraculous that much more rewarding.
“Hey, maybe we can get a group together. I’m sure Juleka and Rose would love to come as well,” Mylene suggested.
“Good idea! It’ll be more fun with a lot of friends.”
Drat.
It was going to be more difficult to get her hands on those earrings with more lingering eyes on her. Looks like her scheming was going to need a bit more time. She’d have to wait for the opportune moment to strike, but she could keep her charade up as long as Marinette could. In fact, she was going to take pleasure in forcefully befriending her.
x x x
Getting alone time with Marinette proved harder than Lila originally thought. She knew practically everyone in the school, and every time she suggested hanging out, someone always butted in. Little miss superhero was popular with or without the mask it seemed, which only vexed Lila more. Every time she changed schools, Lila had to work hard to make friends, but Marinette made it look so easy. In fact, Lila was certain that she’d hung out with more people in the last week than she had in several years.
For a moment, she almost forgot what Marinette had done to her, losing herself in the lustful call of friendship, but she wasn’t so easily fooled. It was all a façade anyhow. She knew the feeling of malice was mutual between them and that any friendliness was just as fake as Lila’s smile each time they saw each other. Perhaps she was luring her friends on all of their escapades on purpose, so that she wouldn’t have to focus on pretending the whole time, which, Lila had to admit was a smart tactic as she herself was getting worn out.
Lila had always been a good liar, but she had to give credit where credit was due. Marinette was good. Really good. In fact, she kind of admired her skill a little bit, and it pushed her to try harder. Every day her smile became more elastic, her laugh more convincing, and her excitement seemingly more genuine. If she was going to convince Marinette to trust her, she had to bring her A-game. This battle wasn’t one she could afford to lose. She just needed to get her alone.
“Good afternoon class,” Mme. Mendeleiev greeted, shutting the door behind her. “Today we will be covering the conservation of mass and energy, and then you will prepare a short presentation with a partner to present this Friday.”
Lila perked up a little. This could be her chance. All she needed was a little stroke of luck then those magical earrings would be all hers, and Paris would be rid of its pest problem. Then she could prove to Marinette that she was the better heroine after all, and the only one that Paris needs.
“Your group assignments are as follows: Adrien, Nino, and Alya, you will be a group of three to balance the odd number in the class.” Nino and Adrien fist bumped on the front row, and Mme. Mendeleiev continued. “Max and Kim, Juleka and Rose, Alix and Chloe-”
The pink haired girl sucked her teeth and slumped, and the blonde girl up front raised her hand in protest.
“Mme. Mendeleiev, you can’t possibly expect me to work with-”
“Deal with it, Chloe.” The blonde girl slumped with a low growl, prompting an eye roll from several classmates. “Ivan and Mylene, Sabrina and Nathaniel, and Marinette and Lila. I will not be reassigning groups, so don’t ask.” She shot a pointed look at Chloe, who pursed her lips sourly.
Lila sat back with a sly smirk. As it seemed, fate had smiled kindly upon her that day as Marinette glanced back at her with a cheerful grin. Now all Lila needed was a plan to get the earrings, and she was home free. Thinking about it, Marinette wouldn’t be able to do anything without revealing her own identity, how popular she could become if word got around that she was Ladybug. Then Adrien would really be eating out of the palm of her hand since she got the vibe that he had a thing for superheroines. Everything was going according to plan, now all Lila had to do was wait.
“I’m glad we got paired up to do the project, Lila. I’ve been having a lot of fun hanging out with you lately,” Marinette said after class as they headed to the locker room.
“Yeah, me too,” Lila lied smoothly.
“You’re not bummed that I got partnered with Adrien again, are you?” Alya asked with a wince, and Marinette shook her head.
“No, I mean, sure, I’d love to be in a group with him, but I’m okay if it’s you,” She said shyly, clasping her hands together in front of her. “I’m just glad Chloe didn’t get paired with either of us this time, and Sabrina got paired with someone else too, that must really be irking her.”
“Yeah, I feel bad for Alix though,” Alya remarked, glancing across the way where Chloe was lecturing a very bored-looking Alix.
“Oh well, at least maybe Chloe will have to do some work herself for once,” Marinette snorted then turned to Lila with a smile. “So, wanna come over to my house today to work on the project?”
“Absolutely. I’d love to,” Lila returned the expression with equal gusto, mentally gagging at how fake her voice sounded.
“Cool. I live just across the street, and my dad makes the best cookies you’ve ever had,” She said cheerfully, a slight spring in her step as they entered the locker room. Lila wondered what the beast’s parents were like, and she imagined ugly, decrepit creatures with sharp teeth and glowing red eyes.
“Can’t wait.”
It was the moment she’d been waiting for all week. A chance to be alone with Marinette, and she was leading her right where Lila wanted. Soon enough the world would be rid of that horrible bug monster, and Lila would reign supreme.
“Welcome home, sweetie,” A surprisingly normal and round-toothed Mrs. Cheng greeted when they walked through the doors of the bakery.
“Hey, Mom,” Marinette replied, pecking her cheek. “This is my new friend Lila. We’re partners on a chemistry project, so we’ll be upstairs, okay?”
“Need some brain fuel?” The largest and most jolly man she’d ever seen asked, offering a plate of the most delicious smelling chocolate chip cookies, and Lila felt her mouth water a little.
“Thanks, Papa,” Marinette giggled, stretching up to kiss him.
Lila was a little taken aback by how sugary sweet they all were. She was certain that her family would be cold and authoritative to raise such a skilled liar like Marinette, but perhaps the apple didn’t fall far from the tree in that case. Maybe their whole nice act was just a front to hide their problems from the outside world.
“Your parents seem nice,” She commented, observing Marinette’s expression as she set the cookies down on the coffee table. If there was any sense of sorrow or disdain in her expression, Lila didn’t detect it, and her bright smile spread across her lips effortlessly.
“They are. They’re always happy when I bring friends home,” She said without missing a beat.
“Right.” She eyed the cookies on the plate wondering if they were poisoned or laced with some sort of sedative.
“You can have one,” Marinette urged, picking one up and chomping into it cheerfully. Lila pursed her lips, supposing that she wouldn’t eat one if they were harmful, so she grabbed one too while Marinette dug out her textbook. “So, why don’t we split up the chapter and pick out key points that we want to highlight and work from there?”
Lila hated to admit Marinette was right about the cookies being some of the best she’d ever eaten, and it boiled her blood that Marinette was so much better than her at everything. Better at lying, better at luring people in, better at getting attention. Lila hated her guts.
“Is everything alright?” Lila blinked, realizing she was glaring at the cookie, and she quickly plastered on a smile.
“Yeah, totally. That sounds great.”
“Awesome,” Marinette beamed, turning back to her book, and Lila’s scowl returned.
Things weren’t going according to plan, and she supposed that Marinette wasn’t going to go down without a fight. Nevertheless, Lila shoved the rest of her cookie into her mouth to mask her conspiring expression. She liked a challenge.
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Day #2- Longing/Picture
Summary: Adrien finds Rule #34 of Ladybug
Adrien contains his laughter on the poorly rendered photo of Ladybug's head floating above a busty rendition of a ladybug in a bikini--the insect ladybug.
Adrien was surfing around the Ladyblog on a late Friday night with nothing to do. There were no villains to fight and nothing exciting in his life that he wishes to complete. On downtimes like these, of course his mind would drift to his suffering love life.
He was looking across recent blog posts, when he viewed a comment which read, "Rule 34. Enjoy fellow Bug lovers ;)"
Being a healthy male of seventeen, and also a "bug lover", his curiosity was piqued.
The first photo was not expected, though he should have known better. As a model, he has a decent understanding of good photography and this photoshop quality is beyond subpar it is just plain funny, beyond the strangeness of sexualizing an insect. Plus in the right corner there is a speech bubble that says, "Do you want to see my lucky charm?"
He clicks for the next image in the slides and sees a close up image of a foot with a blurry background of a red and black clad figure. He’s not into the foot fetish; he clicks next.
The next is a girl that looks nothing like ladybug, sitting in an adult-size crib, wearing a revealing polka dot onesie and sucking on a toy yoyo—nope. He clicks through more photos of uninteresting fetishes.
The next one is kinda cute. A girl with dark blue hair, bending forward away from the camera, is wearing a sailor moon cosplay with a short skirt and red underwear peaking to show the bottom of her perky rear. Adrien finds it attractive but he's realizing this venture of internet curiosity is more outlier porn than anything interesting.
The next is the same girl eating a banana, her tongue stroking the bottom, like she is savoring it before taking a bite. Adrien is in the modeling business long enough to find this metaphor limp to get him off. He clicks.
The next photo gives him pause.
A girl with a petite face, dark hair, and blue eyes is wearing a knock off Ladybug mask and a large white cotton shirt that is unbutton down to her hip's v-line, where only the last button is done. Her breasts are small and perk, pointing right at the camera, and her eyes are on him, dilated and firm with one thought, which makes the crotch of his pants feel tight. He can imagine it vividly: ladybug is de-transformed but wears a mask to conceal her identity, she is wearing one of his dress shirts, staying with him for one night to…to…
Adrien clicks again, his mouth dry, licking his lips in anticipation. The same girl shows up, but it is no longer a picture. It is a short clip the runs over and over of her in the same outfit, riding up and down on a man’s cock, her head thrown up and back arches as she rams him as deep into her as she can manage.
He could imagine his Lady mounting his arousal with a similar expression. She would whisper to him that she will take care of everything; she knows what he wants and all he needs to do is follow her lead. He would grip her hips and pull her down on each bounce, he would cum like his life depends on it inside of her, he would worship her body like he was devouring the very sweetness of her soul.
Adrien covers his mouth with surprise over his sudden run of thoughts. His thoughts never ran this strong over someone. He gets aroused like any young man and he knows his thrills, but this is the first time he fantasized about someone close to him. Usual fantasies are about the idea of women— the perfect partner or even fictional women from video games.
Adrien stares down at his straining erection and shifts his hips forward, getting friction from the seat. He grunts and he scrunches his face as he holds his arousal. He looks up at the screen once more, the woman still bouncing in wanton lust. He clicks next again and it’s the same woman. Adrien's neck feels warm and he begins palming his crotch and spreading his legs. It's a photo this time and the woman is in the shower, the shirt is wet, translucent and sticking close to her skin. Her slight curves, so similar to Ladybug, stand out in the photo and she is leaning back with her legs parted and her right hand is over her clit, spreading her folds and stroking it.
Adrien doubts he can last if he begins to masturbate. He likes long and slow strokes, drawing out his pleasure. There is never a reason to rush through something so self-indulgent, but thinking about his Lady is throwing his head in a rush. He wants her in a way that savors her, and worships her. He knows he loves Ladybug, he knew for a long time, but considering her in a sexual light is making his head dizzy with longing.
Adrien struggles unbuttoning his jeans and releases his cock from his underwear. The blood rushing to his erection makes it stand straight and he rubs light circles around his tip, encouraging pre-cum to drip down his hand. His mouth parts and throws his head back on the chair. His breathing is heavy and he looks at the photo as he grabs his entire member and does full languid strokes, straining not to go too fast and be done.
Her breasts are glistening in the picture. Adrien bites his lower lip and licks it, imagines his tongue running along his Lady’s chest. Her legs would wrap around his rear and he would line up with her wet pussy.
Adrien's hand tightens around his dick, his other clutching the chair, imagining him entering her.
Adrien moans and thrusts his hips upward in shameless lust. His heart is pounding in his throat, imagining the face of his lady as he takes her. She would whisper sweet nothings in his ear and encourage him to go deeper, faster, harder.
His strokes increase. His hips are erratic, thrusting and causing the chair to swivel back and forth with his movement.
“You’re so gorgeous. You feel amazing around my cock, love; you belong right here. Let me fuck you dry, yes yes yes.” Adrien mumbles in a frenzy, lost to his arousal. He imagines he hears the one thing that will finish him.
I love you, Adrien.
Adrien almost falls from the chair when he cums. His hips canter off the chair and he grips the back to keep it under him. He feels a strong wash of relief and his cock tingles as a wave of calm hits him. He scrambles to find a towel near his desk to catch the copious white substance. After Adrien is clean, he sighs, his mind clearing, and jumps up to shower and escape the possible guilty thoughts.
Plagg swoops in front of the bathroom door.
It's impossible that his body is not on fire this very moment.
“How’s it hanging?" Plagg says with a shit-eating grin that makes Adrien grind his teeth and flex his hand.
"I don't want--"
"You're not the first Chat Noir to love a Ladybug, spare me the theatrics. I just want to congratulate you for graduating from your mushy kindergarten adoration. Now that you're a big kid, maybe you have a chance."
“Wha—So I didn't have a chance until I…I..?”
"Um, yeah--" Plagg flew away towards the coffee table with a box of camembert, "--pretty much. I mean what kind of girl wants idolized love? She wants the love of a real man, that craves and pines and actually looks at her as a woman." Plagg mumbles, "I think that's how Tikki described it."
"I've always seen her! I respect her more than anyone I know. I think she's strong, brave, intelligent, compassionate—there’s no one better on this earth."
"Yes, but Ladybugs want...more. Everything they feel is intense. If you cat my drift."Plagg replies, stuffing mounds of cheese into his mouth. Adrien purses his lips in annoyance.
"Your puns are worse than mine. I'm showering, so no more love advice tonight, thanks." Adrien turns into the bathroom. He disrobes and enters a cold spray. He considers his feelings over the last hour.
Plagg is not wrong, Adrien admits. He didn’t know that it was that easy for him to imagine Ladybug in that light. New urges and thoughts flew into his mind as natural as breath.
No more childish flirting and half-hearted attempts to connect with her, he decides. He knew he would never want anyone else. He looks down at his limp cock and watches water run from the tips of his hair, around his biceps, and around his legs. He smiles in amusement.
Internet insect porn made me serious about the love of my life. Bad luck miraculous, indeed.
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Part One
(Part two may come. It may not. Who knows) “Ok,” Alya said as she adjusted to her stomach, a single pillow propping up her chest. She continued their game. “Kiss, marry, kill. Chat Noir, Adrien, and Nino.” Marinette gasped. “You cruel human!” She laughed and rolled to her back. Then she saw the clock. “Oh no. No no no. I'm late.” She jumped up and ran to the vanity, running Alya’s brush through her loose hair. “I need bobby pins. And hair ties. Now. Please. I can't be late again.” Alya got up to find bobby pins and hair ties with a chuckle. “You're always late. What are you late for this time?” She handed Marinette the bobby pins and hair ties, which Mari used to tie her hair into twin buns. “Alya. You are a lifesaver. And I have ballet. We have auditions for our next show on Friday and my teacher said I couldn't audition if I was late one more time. Can you grab my bag?” “Since when do you take ballet? And this giant bag I thought you brought to sleepover?” Alya replied holding up a large duffel bag. “I started when I was two. I have class every day. How'd you not know this? And can you grab a black leotard and pink tights. And my purple spankies.” Marinette spun around on the stool, her hair in neat buns. She pulled her shirt off, mussing her buns slightly and exposing her black sports bra and toned abs. Alya let out a whistle as she dug through the bag. “I was starting to wonder why you were so strong and flexible. And why you always disappear. Guess that answers that question.” She chuckled and tossed the leotard and tights to Marinette. “Still can't find the spankies girl.” Marinette grabbed both the leotard and tights and ducked behind the bed to put them on. “Ya. Strong, flexible, ‘constantly disappearing’ totally ballerina things." Her voice turned to a whisper Alya couldn't hear, "Nothing to do with being a heroine." “Girl.” Alya said. “Why you shy and behind the bed all the sudden. You've changed in front of me.” Purple spankies hit Marinette in the face as she stood - now in a leo and tights. “Nothing goes under the tights Alya. Nothing.” Marinette pulled on the spankies, grabbed her bag and slid on a jacket and shoes as she slid out the door. “Thanks girl. See you tomorrow!” She ran off towards her studio as Alya shook her head. And called after her, “You better answer my question then!” * * * * * * * * * Adrien walked out of the studio towards the car. As Gorilla began to drive away he relaxed in the back seat. No matter how tired he was he couldn't help being excited to just get home, transform, and go see his Lady. He closed his eyes and the next thing he knew he was back home. He slung his bag over his shoulder and walked inside towards his room. “Adrien.” His father's voice stopped him. “I watched your lesson today and realized you are good enough to show the world your ‘new found’ skill. I've signed you up for auditions this Friday. Don't disappoint.” “Of course father. Thank you father.” He replied then hurried to his room, moments later Chat Noir leapt out his window. He hurried off toward their statue, where he'd promised to meet Ladybug for patrol. As he neared he spotted her - no pun intended - sitting with her legs dangling off the roof near the park, clearly lost in thought. He landed softly behind her. She turned and smiled. Then he noticed her hair and his heart fluttered. It was in twin buns instead of pigtails. “Fine evening tonight My Lady.” He kissed her hand. “Although, I can't help but notice you being a slight copy chat.” He wiggled his Chat ears as he finished. Her hands flew to her buns, the one she ripped from his nearly pulling him off balance. “Ah. Curses Tikki.” “My dear Lady. We've been partners for nearly three years and I've never seen your hair in anything other than pigtails. Then you throw curses at some poor person I know not?” “Sorry Kitty.” She replied with a giggle. “See, Tikki is my kwami, and we made a deal of sorts that requires her to put my hair in pigtails whenever I transform.” She looked up from under her eyelashes and his heart fluttered again. “I haven't worn pigtails as a civilian for nearly two years.” His jaw dropped. “You mean to tell me. That for two years. I've been looking for a blue haired, pigtail wearing civilian. Yet you haven't been wearing pigtails as a civilian?” “Yes.” She blinked. “I'd realized it had become a threat to my identity.” Chat sat, one leg dangling off the roof and the other bent to his chest. “Speaking of identities My Lady. At the end of this school year I graduate, and head to college. Is there any way I can convince you to reveal yourself before then?” His heart pounded as she answered. “Maybe Chanton. But college doesn't mean we have to stop being partners. Does it?” She looked at him with sad, worried eyes. “Oh. Oh Bugaboo. Of course not. It just seems like if we knew each other, we could text or call about an akuma, rather than hoping the other notices and shows up.” She nodded and leaned against him, head on his shoulder. In the past three years they'd both grown a lot in both mind and body, and they'd grown to need each other. While Chat knew he was still desperately in love, he refused to ruin their - completely platonic - close relationship by pushing her. They sat in silence for a while, enjoying the comfort of something so familiar. “My Lady,” he said looking at her as she gazed at the stars, “we should probably take our lap around the city.” She hummed, and the sound buzzed in his chest. “Chanton. Have you ever hear the story of that constellation?” She pointed to a zigzag of stars. Almost like the letter M. “I don't believe I have Bugaboo. Tell me it as we lap?” She smiled at his reply and they both stood, stretching before taking off. “The constellation is called Cassiopeia. She was the Queen, wife of King Cepheus. She was very beautiful, and so was her daughter. She realized this and began to brag. Boasting that hers and her daughters beauty was even more than that of the sea Nymphs. Knows as the Nereids. The Nereids became upset and complained to Poseidon, the God of the sea. Poseidon sent a monster by the name of Cetus to the land of King Cepheus and Queen Cassiopeia.” He smiled at her animation as she told the tale that clearly meant a lot to her. “In order to save their kingdom, the king and Queen sacrificed their daughter, Andromeda, to Cetus. Luckily for Andromeda, the hero Perseus came to her rescue and slayed Cetus. Some say Cassiopeia was chained to a chair and sent to the sky for her shallow nature. The constellation rotates, so it often seems she's upside down. In fact, all the members of the story are up there. I just like the story of how Cassiopeia ended up there. My father told it to me when I didn't get a part in my ballet audition and the other girls claimed they got one because they were prettier than me. He told me that the story teaches that boasting of outer beauty will not being trouble, and that our outer beauty shines brighter when we have a lot of beauty within.” Chat smiled at her story and the loving way she spoke of her father. “Two things. Do you still do ballet? And who could ever be prettier than my bugaboo?” Ladybug glanced slyly at him before doing a pique, chasse, tour jete, then a triple pirouette which she landed in fourth. It was perfect, except for the fact that her back foot landed on air. As in, off the roof. She waved her arms for balance before falling off the side. “Ladybug!” Chat called fearfully. He was met with a giggle. He peaked over the edge of the roof to see Ladybug hanging upside down from her yo-yo string. She climbed back onto the roof and nodded her head to the side. They both took off again to complete their lap. “Hopefully that near death experience answers your inquiry as to me still doing dance.” She giggled again. Chat loved that sound. “And honestly Chanton, if you knew me as a civilian you probably wouldn't be asking your second question.” They finished their lap in a comfortable silence with a few silly faces and giggles thrown in. The got back to the park and bid farewell, but before Ladybug could leave he grabbed her wrist. “I think if I knew you behind your mask, my question would be even more prominent in my mind.” He turned and quickly left with a few ballet moves of his own, leaving her to stare as he bounded away.
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