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artzychic27 · 2 years

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lab rats incorrect quotes?

(Mendeleieve’s students are all bionic, and Bustier’s students are the bionic soldiers*

Mendeleiev: We're introducing a new element to training - The Bionic Battle. Each week two of you will be pitted against each other in a physical challenge.

Alix: *eagerly* To the death?!

Mendeleiev: *sarcastically* Yes. I built this multi-million dollar facility to train and house you just so we can pick you off one by one.

—

Ismael: All right, who's ready to do some things we'll regret?

Aurore: We're supposed to be responsible.

Ismael: Look, we're supposed to teach them life lessons, and today's life lesson is about doing things we can't do when Mendeleiev is here.

—

Simon: Now I want you to reactivate the autopilot by pushing the two red buttons on the panel next to you.

Sabrina: I don't see any red buttons, only green ones.

Simon: Green? There are no green buttons.

Cosette: Would now be a bad time to tell you Sabrina is colorblind?

—

Mireille: Jean, what're you doing up here? You're supposed to be downstairs watching the other Jeans.

Jean: Hello? They're our guests. It would be rude not to offer them drinks. *reading from a list* "Two waters, one O.J. and one berry-infused decaf green tea, soy milk on the side." One of me is very high maintenance.

—

Simon: Guys, Alien Gladiators are comin' to DuPont!

Ismael: *gasps* I knew this day would come. Thankfully I've prepared for an alien invasion. *dons an aluminum foil hat* Simon, you hold 'em off while the rest of us who deserve to live escape!

—

Reshma: *jailed while still in her Kaminari costume* Great. Now I'm stuck in here with a bunch of weirdos.

Lacey: Says Lacey every week day.

—

Mendeleiev: Do you know what would happen if they found out there was a fourth bionic kid?

Zoé: It'd be an odd number. I imagine they'd be pissed.

Mendeleiev: Or, they would take you away and lock me up - and I can't go back to prison. There was a farewell party. I gave a speech and it'd just be awkward.

—

Reshma: Can't believe that people are so shallow they only like us because we're bionic… This is awesome!

—

Agent: City Hall called this morning. The Mayor is making a special trip to meet YOU.

Marc: Wait. The Mayor is coming here? Today?

Agent: Yes, and if you don't show him that things are running smoothly, I will make sure you end up in a warehouse sitting in cages like the circus freaks you are.

Mendeleieve’s Students: HEY!

—

Simon: I am so tired of them getting all the attention because they have super-speed, super-strength, weather control. I never get any of the credit.

Mendeleiev: That is not true, Simon. They just have a lot of flash, but you're the glue that holds that flash together. You're... flash glue.

—

Aurore: Hey, Madame Mendeleieve, have you seen Ismael? He's not answering his phone and his mission suit and gear are gone.

Mendeleiev: What?

Denise: Yeah, I'm worried he was carried away by a small predatory bird.

—

Reshma: *searching in Antarctica* Well, how could he not be here? This was Ismael’s exact location.

Jean: There's only one explanation: He met a family of Eskimos who took him in as their pet because he is the exact same size as a penguin.

—

Reshma: Austin T is a killer android?!

Cosette: You really know how to pick 'em, Jean.

—

Aurore: All right, guys, let's go get our mission suits.

Jean: Good idea. We wanna look our best when we're being killed.

—

Aurore: Hey, uh, why haven't WE ever had a birthday party?

Mme. Bustier: Demeter! You NEVER celebrated their birthdays?

Mme. Mendeleiev: Of course I celebrated their birthdays. Remember when we... *the teens shake their heads* No, when we went to the... *the teens shake their heads again* Yeah, I never celebrated their birthdays.

Mme. Bustier: Did you also eat all the cookies before Santa came down the chimney?

Cosette: *Raises its hand* What's Santa?

Mme. Bustier: Oh, come ON!

—

Mendeleieve: No, see, in the face of an imminent threat, Marc’s Commando App kicks in and he becomes a fearless brute I like to call Mike. It's kinda like a fight-or-flight thing, except I took out the flight part, 'cause - useless - and I replaced it with a testosterone level of, like, a Tasmanian devil-wolverine-shark-lion hybrid that's mad.

—

Marc: *as Mike*Losing makes me wanna rip out my own intestines and wear 'em as a headband!

—

Marc: *His commando app disengages in the middle of a football game* Wait. Where am I?! And... am I wearing a jock strap?

—

Aurore: Well, what do WE know about throwing a surprise party?

Cosette: Well, if it was me, I'd want a bouncy house. And a pinata. Wait. And a clown. No, wait! Put the pinata ON the clown IN the bouncy house and hit everything at once. Candy's bound to come out of somewhere!

—

Mendeleieve: I am the worst mom ever.

*silence*

Mendeleieve: Well, don't all disagree with me at once!

—

Lacey: Oh, I get it. So we're takin' Ismael to the pound.

Mendeleieve: No, we're gonna hide Barkl.

Lacey: Right. THEN we take Ismael to the pound.

—

Zoé: Great. So, now there are forty bionic soldiers in our house. What are we going to do?

Cosette: … There's only one thing we CAN do. BIONIC HOUSE PARTY!

—

Nino: Wow, looks like we've all learned a lot from you guys. Pretty soon, I may be even smarter than you.

Simon: *chuckles insincerely* Don't you EVER say that again.

—

Mendeleieve: Hey, Marc, you are not gonna believe this. Another student has the Commando app.

Marc: What? I thought I was the only one with that app.

Mendeleieve: Yeah. You're not that special.

Ismael: Don't look at me. I've been tryin' to tell you that for years.

—

Marc: So, which one of the students has the Commando App?

Mendeleieve: *turning Marc’s head* Him.

Nathaniel: *Crying after he burned his hand*

Cosette: Nathaniel? He’s the most timid boy in the whole academy. I've seen him run from his own shadow.

Mendeleieve: And that's the beauty of the Commando app. The enemy is caught off-gaurd by a non-threatening subject.

Marc: But I have the Commando app.

Mendeleieve: Yes, you do.

—

Denise: Zoé, what would you say if I told you I just got beat up by a 90-pound boy?

Zoé: Welcome to the club?

—

Mendeleieve: I'm sorry, Eddy. We couldn't save your body.

Cosette: But to be honest we didn't even try.

—

*Denise unintentionally knocks Mendeleieve across the room*

Mireille: Don't look at us. You're the one who gave super-strength to a human tank.

—

Zoé: Listen, dad, Mme. Mendeleieve is the best teacher I could ask for. And, yes, I have a bionic arm because of her technology, but that technology will also allow me to help people.

Morgan: How?

Zoé: Well, I can lift a car off of someone. I can punch through a wall and rescue some people.

*Morgan is unmoved*

Zoé: I can power you through the line of shoppers on Black Friday.

Morgan: Keep talkin'.

—

Zoé: *to Morgan, sobbing* I'm just a child. I didn't know what was going on.

Mendeleieve: What are you doing?

Zoé: He already hates you; I can still get out of this alive.

—

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#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #lab rats #marc anciel #aurore beaureal #mireille caquet #zoé lee #jean duparc #ms. mendeleiev

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galahadwilder · 4 years

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(post Lila's lies coming out) Alix: Ms Mendeleiev gave me 5 days of detention. three for starting a classroom brawl with Lila and two for losing.

For some reason this ask makes me think Mendeleiev is Alix’s mom? Also YAS BUNNY QUEEN

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #alix kubdel #lila rossi #madame mendeleiev #lila exposed #original content #asks

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goggles-mcgee · 3 years

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for your Wish Away Au, who else remembers Marinette?

Complete List Of Those Who Remember Marinette:

Tom

Sabine

Lila

Adrien

Gabriel

Alya

Kim

Max

Alix

Ivan

Mylene

Nino

Rose

Sabrina

Madame Bustier

Damocles

Mayor Bourgeois

Those Who Don't Remember Her:

Nathaniel

Marc

Kagami

Chloe

Luka

Jagged

Penny

Clara

Gina

Roland

Madame Mendeleiev

Nadja

Manon

Class's parents + siblings

Rest of Françoise Dupont

Rest of Paris

The In-between, Dreams Of Her But When Awake Doesn't Remember:

Juleka

#wish me away ask #goggles ask #goggles answers #goggles answer #maribat #mldccrossover #ml x dc #ml class salt

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inu-x · 2 years

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Student: Madam Mendeleiev, could you repeat, I didn't understand Ms. M: MaDAM MeNdeLEieV, COulD yOu rePEAt,I DIdn'T UNdeRSTAnd

#ms mendeleiev #miraculous ladybug #mlb #memes #mendeliev #mendeleiev #miraculous #ml ladybug

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boldlyanxious · 3 years

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Detected

Marijon series

My masterlist

Prompt 1: Blue eyes | identity reveal

Marinette rushed to class after lunch in a frenzy. She had been planning for the special guest for weeks but somehow she still felt unprepared. She should have had Alya come back and help her carry all the things she needed for the presentation. She thought she had planned enough time but with the bulky box plus display boards it was slow going for the short trek back to school.

Everyone looked up from where they were already seated when Marinette opened the door. Nino must have heard her trying to turn the handle without dropping the box because he had turned the handle for her and was right there when Marinette fell through the door. He steadied her as Adrien jumped up to help her with the box.

"I'm so sorry Madame Bustier. I should have realized it would take longer to get back," Marinette said as she started setting up the display boards she had made.

"It's fine Marinette. You can take a minute to finish. I've invited Madame Mendeleiev's class to join us so they will arrive after she has taken attendance," Mme Bustier said.

By the time she had everything set up and the computer presentation loaded the students from the other class had already filed in and sat down. Marinette looked around realizing that all the seats were now filled. Alya waved her arms and made a pssst sound to get her attention. She had saved Marinette a spot. They were one row up from their usual spot, probably so Alya could get a good angle to record. She had been so excited to hear that Lois Lane and Clark Kent would be coming to their class to talk about journalism.

Marinette climbed over Alya to get in leaving Alya access to the aisle in case she needed to move around to get video. The workload to get everything organized had been a lot but it turned out to be well worth it. The journalist couple were very pleased with the set up and presentation she had made as an intro to their presentation. Marinette had realized that not everyone would have an interest in journalism specifically so she targeted the information for the things that made journalism bring everyone together. News and reporting is a universal concept and even if it is not in the media for all of the public most people would end up doing some version of reporting in their life or would need to evaluate reporting done by news or others.

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“Who is that boy, Marinette?” Alya asked, not even bothering to be discreet with her pointing.

“I don’t know. He does look familiar though,” Marinette responded.

“He has been staring at you all day,” Alya said.

“Really, did Mme Mendeleiev get any new students recently?”

“Not that I remember. Wouldn’t you already know about that as class rep, even for new students in her class?”

“Yeah. I don’t know of anyone. Maybe he came from another school just for the presentation. They are pretty well known reporters. I think the school would allow that.”

They finished at their lockers and said bye on the steps. Marinette was very happy that Mme Bustier asked to leave the stuff available to set up for a while. She really did not want to have to carry that all back home again today.

Marinette went directly upstairs to put her things away before heading down to help her parents. If she had the time on Fridays they liked for her to help out for a few hours after school so they could get the fancier weekend pastries started. She smoothed out her hair and washed her hands before heading to the register as she tied on an apron. Her mother turned to greet her and finished up with the last customer before they talked for a minute and Sabine headed back to the kitchens. Marinette started by wiping down the tables and straightening like she knew would need to be done when it was time to close the shop. Her parents didn’t insist she do more than the basics of the register and keeping the place neat but usually she liked to try to make it a bit easier for closing down.

She looked over as the door dinged and was surprised to see the American couple as well as the blue eyed boy that Alya had said was staring at her. It was right when she looked at all of them together that she figured it out. The couple used different last names for their bylines but she had learned they had been married for a number of years. The boy had just enough features from each of his parents that Marinette quickly figured out why he had been in the classroom with them.

Marinette greeted them like she would anyone new to the bakery but she messaged Alya right off. She couldn't anger her for neglecting to mention one of her favorite journalists was there. Also the boy was still giving her a look and she might need help.

Marinette took care of their order when they were ready and then went back to doing anything she could to make it easier to close. Her mom would probably come back in 15 or 20 minutes and she hoped to have the cases cleared out so her mom would just need to count the register and wipe everything down. She was very focused when Alya snuck in behind her and grabbed her sides.

If the family hadn't been sitting there eating while sneaking looks at her, they would definitely be looking now as she squealed loud enough to bring her parents from the back to see what was happening. Unfortunately what her parents saw when they came out was Marinette slapping Alya on the arm in retaliation and they gave her a look for it. Alya laughed at her as she got the first pick of the leftover pastries for the abuse.

Her parents released her from duty as they had enough finished that it was manageable without her. She took a tartlet too and stuck her tongue out at Alya before following her out the bakery. Before she was able to follow her out the door the boy called out to stop her. She turned back to him. His parents were sharing a smile but he appeared to be trying to ignore them.

"Wait," he paused when Marinette turned, then quickly said, "would you want to go get a coffee with me tomorrow?"

She wasn't sure what it was about his face at that moment, but she had a sudden realization. She knew exactly why he looked familiar because they had met before.

"That would be super."

Marinette smiled broadly but his blue eyes widened and his face paled slightly even though his smile never changed.

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#marijon #jonette #marijon week 2021 #boldlyanxious

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mikauzoran · 3 years

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Lila and Adrienette: Catalyst (One-Shot)

This was written for @miraculousfanworks Snippet July event.

@logen123me requested Lilanette. I give you Lila and Adrienette. ^.^;

Summary: When Marinette gets paired with Lila in science, she knows there are going to be explosions. Good thing Adrien is there to defuse the situation.

Read it on AO3: Lila and Adrienette: Catalyst

Marinette resigned herself to her doom the minute Madame Mendeleiev announced that she would be partnered with Lila for the lab assignment.

Things were going to literally explode without the intervention of an akuma, and, somehow, Marinette knew that she would be the one blamed while Lila played innocent and got away with it.

Marinette’s fears were confirmed when, once they’d arrived at their lab stations, Lila whispered, “I would rather fail than cooperate with you,” ever so softly in Marinette’s ear.

Marinette shrugged, pretending it didn’t faze her even as she screamed on the inside.

Suddenly, Adrien’s hand shot up. “Madame Mendeleiev? Could I please work with Lila today?”

Fifteen pairs of eyes went wide in surprise.

“Lila’s been out so much due to her illnesses, and I want to help her get caught up,” Adrien continued with a beatific smile. “Absolutely no offence meant to Marinette, but I think I’d be a better tutor, since I’m second only to Max in this class.” He nodded his head at his assigned lab partner.

Madame Mendeleiev pursed her lips as she considered this request.

“…Very well,” she finally decided, feeling unusually generous. “But I better not catch you two goofing off. You’d better be productive.”

“Yes, Madame. Of course,” Adrien assured, holding out a hand to Lila. “Come on, Lila. Let’s get you up to speed.”

Lila shot Marinette a triumphant sneer.

Meanwhile, behind Lila’s back, Adrien winked.

Marinette’s mouth dropped open several centimeters.

There was no way Adrien had overheard Lila’s comment and intervened on Marinette’s behalf…was there?

She didn’t have time to puzzle over the matter as Max joined her at her station.

He nodded politely, seemingly unbothered by the partner switch. “I guess we’ll be working together.”

“Looks like it,” Marinette replied, mentally doing a victory dance because she’d missed her fair share of Mendeleiev’s classes due to akuma attacks, so she was a little shaky on the course material herself.

It was a windfall scoring Max as a lab partner.

When the class broke for lunch that day, Marinette made a point of catching Adrien on the front steps.

“H-Hey,” she called tentatively.

He turned and beamed at her like a soccer stadium light. “Hey. What’s up Marinette?”

She swallowed and balled her hands into fists resolutely. “What you did today in Chemistry… I’m not sure if you meant to or not, but you really helped me out by taking Lila off of my hands…so…thanks, Adrien.”

“Absolutely,” he assured, scooping up her hand and pressing the lightest of kisses to the back of it. “I couldn’t just leave you hanging like that. …Have a nice lunch, Marinette.”

With another glimmering smile, he squeezed her hand and then released it, turning to head for his waiting car.

Marinette stood there on the steps, watching him go and feeling like a hot mess.

She was never going to get over him when he regularly acted like a fairytale prince.

#Adrinette #Adrienette #Miraculous Ladybug #Lila Rossi #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Adrien Agreste #MLB #Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction #Fluff #MLFJuly2021 #Writing Prompts #Mikau's Writings #Le Carnaval

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miraculous786 · 4 years

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Prompt idea. An old acquaintance of Ms Bustier visits the school only to spot the the flaws in the schools policy and how teachers handle the situation. Pretty much chews out Bustier and Damacles for incompetence and favoritism towards bullies. Akumatization happens your choice

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I’m Surprised You Don’t Recognise Me

“But it couldn’t have been Marinette - I was with her for the whole of lunch!”

“That’s not true!” Lila denied with her shrill voice. “I saw her go into the bathroom for more than ten minutes. She must have called the Fire Department then!”

At the accusation, the majority of Miss Bustier’s class turned to glare at Marinette, making her shrink back into her boyfriend’s chest. He, in retaliation, glowered at the students, whilst placing a reassuring hand on her small shoulder.

Inbetween the angry teens, Lila stood, sending a secretive smirk to the bluenette.

“Of course,” Alya scoffed, “Why am I not surprised that she out of all people would play such a prank?”

Unknown to them, a commotion was happening a short distance away. Mireille Caquet, a short girl of Asian descent, was pulling back Aurore Beauréal from Marinette and Adrien, who were dealing with their frustrated classmates nearby.

“What are you doing?” the blonde asked. “I’m not gonna let Mari get hurt for something she obviously didn’t do.”

Mireille only smiled, gesturing with her head to the side. Aurore followed the direction with her eyes, seeing a woman situated at the entrance of the hall. Her fists were clenched, and her brows were furrowed deeply.

Recognising the person, the weather girl grew a wide grin on her features.

“That is enough. We will check the cameras for any suspicious behavior from any and all students during lunch today,” the headmaster decided.

“Mr Damocles?” Lila called, her lower lip wobbling pathetically. “You don’t think I’m l-lying do you? Oh gosh! I’ll have to disturb my Mom in her Italian Embassy meeting if an investigation takes place against me!”

Alya and several others around rushed to ease her worries, not knowing the ulterior motive of her cries. Her sickly green eyes - watery from her false wailing - glimmered in amusement when Mr Damocles paled in realisation.

“O-Oh, that is not needed, Miss Rossi, I assure you,” he fumbled. A nervous chuckle shook his chest. “Of course I am not accusing you of lying.”

Aurore rolled her eyes, catching Miss Mendeleiev in the corner of her sight doing the same.

“Now, Miss Dupain-Cheng. I think it is time for me and you to have a conversation about your recent behaviour in my office,” the man stated, just before addressing the rest of the teenagers around. “If you’ll excuse me, students, I have to deal with a child who clearly thinks it is funny to disrupt valuable lesson time with a prank call.”

Adrien, with his mouth agape, prepared to argue. However, someone else beat him to it first.

“Excuse me?”

Most jumped at the question, as they turned to where it had come from. There, a woman stood, with her icy blue eyes narrowed in hinged fury. The onyx blazer she wore over a white shirt was slightly ruffled, showing that she had arrived in an unprepared state.

“Did I just hear that right? You’re believing a student’s accusation without any evidence?” she questioned loudly, much to the relief of Marinette and her many friends around.

“Well, it is quite obvious who the culprit is with a witness.”

“Right, and you don’t think at all that the witness could be lying, whatsoever?” she scoffed.

“Of course she isn’t!” Alya blurted out. “Lila would never lie! Besides, it was definitely Marinette. She’s had it out for the whole class after we dumped her when she started to bully Lila last year.”

The adult gave a blank look to the reporter.

“Aren’t you the famous ‘Ladyblogger’? The one who makes videos praising the sausage-haired girl beside you for her many accomplishments?” she quizzed. “Because frankly, I’ve seen a criminal in court lie better than her.”

Lila had an infuriated expression on her face, that was flushing a light red from the woman’s interference.

“Excuse me, Madam, but who do you think you are to walk into this school and criticise our handling of this situation?”

“I think that I am a person who has every right to criticise all of you teachers, Miss Bustier, and I’m surprised you don’t recognise me. After all, I was one of your most star pupils along with Allegra, Allen and Claude, wasn’t I?”

Bustier paled, thoughts rushing through her mind a million miles an hour, as the woman turned to Mr Damocles.

“My name is Bridgette Culpa, and I am one of the governors for the school board,” she declared, “And I think it is me and you that will be having a conversation in my office about your behaviour, unless you have something to say about that?”

Marinette, who was staring at Bridgette with suspicious eyes, suddenly shouted out, “Auntie?!”

Her relative turned around, with the twirled strand of hair at the top of her head curling around in the shape of a heart.

“It is great to see you, my dear. I heard of your problems at school over the phone last night, and decided to pay a visit,” Bridgette explained, sending a caring smile Marinette’s way.

“Wait, didn’t Lila say that she was the adoptive niece of Felix Culpa?” Rose said aloud. “The husband of Bridgette Culpa?”

That thought caused a whole ruckus amongst Miss Bustier’s class, whilst Mrs Culpa only watched on in amusement. She caught Marinette’s gaze, and the two soon broke into a fit of giggles as they moved closer and embraced tightly.

None noticed the akuma that changed its direction, as its violet wings fluttered away from the previously angry adult.

After the hug, Bridgette called out, “Don’t think that I don’t see you in the corner there, Damocles! I’m afraid that I’ll have to inform the school board of this incident.”

The man blushed in an embarrassed state when all of the teenagers in the hall collectively looked at his half-hidden figure.

~*~*~

Thank you so much @thyladyanput for giving me your opinion on this! :D

@northernbluetongue @moonystars14

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #Marinette deserves better #adrienette #adrien agreste #ml salt #alya salt #lila salt #Lila exposed #lila rossi #alya cesaire #caline bustier #bustier salt #damocles salt #bridgette culpa #ladybug pv

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tbehartoo · 3 years

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Bursting Bubbles

My piece for @thedjwifizine that can be found here. It's full of great art and stories. Check it out!

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Nino looked up into the scowling face of his favorite seatmate.

“Here you go, Bubbles,” she said as she thrust a mango bubble tea into his hand. “One special of the day from The Boba Bar.” Her other hand slapped a small card onto his sheet music. “And here’s your other three week’s worth of drinks.”

“Aw, Alya you didn’t have to do this,” he held up the card. “This,” he grinned as he took his first sip of the drink, “you definitely needed to do.”

“Well you won the bet fair and square,” Alya huffed as she plopped down into her seat. “You really could find a way to get a harpsichord to sound rockin' when you DJ’ed Kim’s house party.”

“Scoops, I’m surprised you could doubt me,” Nino held a hand to his heart. “It’s like you’ve forgotten that music is my life.” He grumbled toward the music piece he’d been assigned, “It’s not like I’ve spent nearly three grueling years learning this European centered musical theory or anything.” Looking at her smirk he added, “Or that I’d hardly be the first person to experiment with combining old instruments to new music.” He thought for a moment before adding, “Or old music to new instruments.”

The next week it was Nino placing a gift card on Alya’s notepad.

“Your payment for getting me those sources for my music history essay, m’lady,” he said as he bowed to her.

“Nino, what-” she asked as she looked at the card “-what is this?”

Nino felt his face warm up, but he sent a shy smile in her direction as he sat down. “You were saying, the other day, that it’s been forever since you had a mani-pedi, but that they weren’t in your budget at the moment so I figured I’d get one for you as thanks for saving my bacon. I didn’t have time to track down those translations of medieval manuscripts for that Music Development in the Dark Ages assignment, but you did it without my asking.” He grinned at her, “You really took some pressure off of me and I appreciate it.”

She looked at him, back at the card, and back at Nino.

“I don’t remember saying that,” she murmured.

“You were picking at your nails because the color was coming off and said that you’d need to see if Marinette was free for a girl’s night so you could get her to do your nails again,” he said as he started to root around in his bag.

“That was two- three weeks ago?” she said, thinking out loud. She looked at him, but he was obviously avoiding her gaze. “I can’t believe you remembered that.”

His head tucked between his shoulders, a turtle pulling into its shell.

“It was easy to remember,” he said. “You had that sparkly red polish. It really drew in the eye. I remember thinking that you had the perfect hands for playing the piano right before you said it.” He quickly looked away again.

Alya was quiet for a moment before smiling up at him.

“That seems like a really nice compliment coming from a musician like yourself,” she reassured him. She looked back at the card. “I don’t think I’ve ever heard of this place.”

“It’s, uh, one of the local beautician schools,” he told her. “You were right about mani-pedis being a bit pricy, but my cousin is going there to learn to cut hair, and she said the girls in the nail class are crazy talented and eager to get someone not a relative to paint on, and it only costs about a fourth of what the pros charge.” He shrugged. “This way you can have like half a dozen manicures for the price of one.”

Alya lunged at him and caught him in a tight hug.

“Thank you thank you thank you!” she cried before releasing him. “This is the nicest thing anyone has ever done for me.”

“Miss Cesaire, if you are quite done groping Mister Lahiffe I’d like to start the class,” the voice of Doctor Agreste cut through the lecture hall and every head snapped toward them.

Alya’s face was nearly as warm and red as his own.

“Yes, sir,” she squeaked as she pulled her arms back to her side.

“Now if we may?” the professor’s curt voice took control of the class.

“Groping,” Nino mumbled. “He calls one little hug groping.” He pulled out a composition that Madame Mendeleiev had assigned just that morning. “I’d like to show him groping.”

He was startled out of his grumbling when Alya whispered, “Me, too.”

Only three more weeks and I’m out of this class and I never have to see this man’s stupid face again, Nino thought to himself. At least after today it’s just student presentations before the final.

They had finally reached the Contemporary Era and the man was butchering even the easiest movements! And don’t get him started on the composers. He’d wasted over half the lecture trying to explain that Richard Wagner wasn’t really an antisemite, but that Nazi sympathizers, mainly Adolf himself, just liked his music so much and thought it expressed National Ideals perfectly! The man wasn’t even a composer in Contemporary times!

And that just served to take time away from some real pioneers of the era like Laura Anne Karpman whose music can be found literally anywhere. Or what about Meredith Monk who includes operas amongst her compositions, since Doctor Agreste seemed to be hung up over Wagner’s damn Ring Cycle. Of course he didn’t mention Yihan Chen the brilliant Chinese pianist and composer. And though the man would fawn and dote on child prodigies like Wolfgang Mozart all day, he wouldn’t give the time of day to “Bluejay” Greenberg who could hear several compositions in his head at the same time and then be able to write them with minimal correction.

Just, UGH!

Nino was done with this entitled little man and the racist ideology he’s attempting to spread about. He was certainly spreading something, but it smelled more like fertilizer than anything else to Nino’s mind.

He could tell that Alya was concerned about his agitation, he’d been clenching his pencil so hard he heard it crack, but he refused to look in her direction. She had a great talent for sniffing out these kinds of things and if he looked at her right now, he’d probably see his frustration reflected on her face and do something dumb- like start an uprising in the middle of class. He really couldn't afford to take this class again.

As soon as they were out the doors Alya started ranting about how it was obvious that Doctor Agreste didn’t even bother to check Wikipedia for sources. She made her opinion known that the good doctor didn’t like the era because more people were included in writing and performing it rather than just white, Western-European men who were either wealthy or had wealthy patrons. And stopped mid rant.

Nino looked at her and watched as Alya got an idea. By the look on her face it was a genius idea: an Evil and Genius idea if the cackle was anything to go by.

“Whatever you’re planning, I’m in,” he declared.

“I haven’t even told you my idea yet.”

“I can tell by your expression alone that it’s going to be the best idea ever,” he said with a smirk. “So want to let me in on our plan?”

She explained her idea and Nino’s eyes lit up.

“Oh, that man is going to regret crossing paths with us,” he chuckled. “Can you come over tonight? I’ve got plenty of stuff we’d need for the music portion of the presentation.”

She shook her head. “I need at least one day to fact-check my notes and another to find accurate sources. Are you busy Saturday?”

Nino thought for a moment. “I’m free in the morning, but I have a wedding I’m playing for in the evening.”

“Okay that gives me a little more time for research.” She smiled up at him. “So, Saturday morning we’ll meet up to pull things together?”

Nino nodded in agreement.

“Great,” she said, “That’ll give us Sunday to type up the report and Monday to practice for our presentation on Tuesday.”

“Tell me the truth, Alya,” Nino looked at her, “Is this too much? Are we crazy to put together a spite presentation in one weekend? At the end of the semester?” He brushed a bit of her hair out of her face and tucked it carefully behind her ear. “You already have so much to do for all your other classes. I don’t want this to be something that stresses you out or makes you do something that hurts you.”

Alya reached up and patted his cheek before replying.

“Nino this is going to be so much fun that I doubt I’ll even notice how much work it is,” she grinned at him fully. “I might pull an allnighter here or there, but I promise you that I’m taking care to not do too much. I wouldn’t have suggested this if I didn’t think we could do it.”

He held her gaze for a moment then sighed.

“Okay, let’s ruin this man’s whole career.”

She laughed loud and pulled him toward the school’s cafe. Obviously this called for copious amounts of snacks and his precious bubble tea.

Tuesday dawned bright and clear. A perfect day to teach about the subtleties of Contemporary music while simultaneously displaying the ignorance and prejudice of the most hated music teacher on campus. Nino sipped at his Thai tea with coffee pudding as he contemplated Alya’s plan of attack. It was a nice simple plan, but it needed something. Seeing a familiar outline hurrying across campus brought a smile to his face. The final nail in Doctor Agreste’s coffin just made itself known. He hurried across the quad to see if he could catch up with Madame before she reached her office.

An hour later he stood at the podium inserting the thumb drive into the computer for the projector.

“Good morning everyone,” Alya began. “As you all know we’ve had to jump over and through many musical ages and movements. That meant we had to skim through a lot of really interesting information. Nino and I decided to do a little bit of music through the ages for the Contemporary Era for you all. Now, get ready to get funky!”

That was his cue. He started the Powerpoint and Richard Wagner’s “Ride of the Valkyries” began to blast from the room’s speakers while Elmer Fudd stabbed a spear into the ground singing, “Kill the wabbit! Kill the wabbit!”

“Welcome to Neoromanticism,” he called to those present.

The presentation went off without a hitch. Madame Mendeleiev had managed to slip in before their presentation and had stayed to the end of class. It was with great delight that Nino watched the Dean of the Music Department approach Doctor Agreste and congratulate him on the quality of his students’ final presentations. She even approached Alya and complemented her on the amount of research she’d done to be ready for the day. Then she turned to him.

“An adequate presentation, Nino,” she said with no trace of humor in her words. “Your compilation was a little heavy on the electronic music and light on the serialism, but I suppose that’s only to be expected with where your interests lie,” she paused, “and in light of the time constraints.”

He gulped and nodded his head. He knew she’d pick up on that.

“Please, send me a copy of your presentation at your earliest convenience.”

His eyes snapped up from the floor to meet hers. He wasn’t sure if he was imagining the slight upturn to the corners of her mouth or not, so he chose not to comment on it.

“I think I might incorporate it into my opening lecture next semester,” she remarked so offhandedly that Nino was sure he was hearing things. “It’ll be an excellent introduction to modern music for the freshmen.” She nodded to him before moving off to catch professor Agreste on his way out the door.

Alya was grinning from ear to ear and practically vibrating where she stood. He turned to her and had a fraction of a second to brace for impact as she’d thrown herself in his direction. Her arms were around his waist as she pulled him into a hug. He returned the hug with matching enthusiasm.

“We did so good!” she squealed.

He looked down into her grinning face and returned the smile.

“Hell yeah, we did,” he replied. “This calls for a celebration.” It was only then that he realized he still had his arms around her shoulders. Then again she was still holding on to him. He pulled back but kept hold of her hands. “I know you have another class in an hour, but do you want to go get boba to celebrate?”

She smirked up at him. “Only if you’ll let me treat you to dinner at Sabine’s tonight.” She looked to the side as she added, “And then we could go check out that concert in the park you mentioned yesterday.”

His mouth suddenly went dry. That sounded a lot like an actual date. Like a real date with this girl he knew he’d started crushing on some time this semester. What else could he do?

“Sounds great, but you have to let me bring pizza and dessert to our study date on Thursday night.”

Her laugh sent a tingle down his spine. “It’s a date!”

#miraculous ladybug #djwifi #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #alya x nino #thedjwifizine #my writing

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Miraculous escape - Chapter 2

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

Thank you @alittleshycat for the header and wanted posters pic! 💙 Thank you @brickercupmasterx3 for proofreading! 💙

I’ve been into comedy lately for some reason... This chapter has been finished for a while, but I’ve been writing more of this story. It’s fun to write because they’re all stupid XD

A/N: Remember this story is Lukanette + Adrigami endgame.

Chapter summary:

The fugitive and disguised men arrive to Milan and set in their Hotel rooms and Rose holds a girls' pajama party.

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Chapter 2: Arrival to Milan

The train arrived at Milan later than scheduled. Not that it surprised any of them - except probably Adrien who always rode bullet trains instead of cheap ones. Delays were part of the public transportation's everyday life (at least in Southern Europe).

It took them eight hours to reach the Italian city, and Adrien and Luka had mostly spent the time either sleeping (from exhaustion of the day before) or daydreaming about the girls that caught their attention. Juleka glared at them more than a few times too, reminding them to focus on their acting, but they pretended not to notice. She seemed to be having a good time with the short haired blond lady seated next to her, anyway.

During the ride, Madam Mendeleiev also assigned their hotel rooms: two members per room, sharing it with the person beside them during the train ride. That meant Luka and Adrien were assigned the same room, and Juleka and Rose and Marinette and Kagami would share theirs too. The men were relieved with the assignments- at least they could drop their acting during the night.

After arriving at the hotel, and leaving their suitcases at their respective rooms (courtesy of XY, who didn’t miss his chance to flirt again with ‘Lucia’- ew ), the band members reunited again to have dinner. Too bad for them, they didn’t get to share a table with Marientte or Kagami, but shared it with Juleka and Rose.

“Hey!” Rose called for their attention. “Why don’t we have a girls' pajama party here later, when Madam Mendeleiev is asleep?” she suggested.

“I don’t think it’s a good idea-” Luka started, but was blunty cut by Adrien.

“Oh, yes! A party! Yay! Let’s do it! It will be soooo much fun!” Adrien exclaimed happily, amicably joining the palm of his hands with the grinning Rose's.

“Yay! I’m going to tell the others!” Rose said, running to the other areas in little hops.

Juleka and Luka could only facepalm at Adrien’s reaction. It was probably his first ‘pajama party’, of course he would be excited. ‘Just be careful’, Juleka warned them, giving up at Adrien’s puppy eyes.

A few hours later, after assuring Madam Mendeleiev was pleasantly asleep, the boys changed into old fashioned nightgowns and moved to the Hotel’s bar, where almost all the ladies were already chatting and drinking together. Luka was disappointed to see how Marinette wasn’t there, and he soon left the party. On the other hand, Adrien was completely enjoying himself with the ladies. Chatting, laughing, singing, playing cards, fortune reading… The rich boy had never had so much fun in his life. Kagami had left early, but Adrien had made sure to stare at her as much as he could before his eyes couldn't follow her anymore.

Meanwhile, sick of his acting, Luka moved to a closed common room nearby. Dark and cold as it was, he didn't expect to find Marinette sleeping in one of the coaches, next to an incandescent lamp.

“Hey, are you ok?” He asked, shaking her a little. Marinette’s eyes opened all of a sudden, almost giving Luka a heart attack.

“Oh! Sorry!” She apologized. “Where am I?”

“You fell asleep in the common room. Can you walk...?” Luka asked her. She stunk of alcohol- lots of alcohol. Marinette nodded but almost fell down on her knees as soon as her feet hit the floor. Luka sighed. “Where's your room? I'll take you there”

“206” she answered, and Luka lifted her body to carry her in princess style. She was very light and he was probably enjoying her in his arms more than he should.

“Wow! You're so strong for a girl!” she said, in fascination, between hiccups.

Luka froze. *Shit* ‘ She’ll find out I'm actually a man at this rate! Think Luka, think! I need an excuse! ‘“It comes with carrying a guitar everywhere” he answered nervously.

But Marinette wasn’t really thinking. “That's amazing!” A short pause followed. “Wait! Put me down!” she demanded, and Luka obeyed, seating her on the coach again. “Let's have some girl talk before going to sleep!" she grinned.

Marinette's begging eyes were too much for his enamored heart and his body automatically answered. "Okay"

"Yaaay" she said loudly in a celebrating tone, between hiccups.

Luka gulped. She looked absolutely defenseless and beautiful in her pajamas. If he hadn't already fallen for her, he would have again at that moment. His long fingers threatened to betray him any moment, longing to feel her perfect skin under his touch. He bit his tongue trying to suppress his predator instincts and act like the woman Juleka expected him to be.

"Won't Madam Mendeleiev get angry if she finds us?" Luka asked, looking for an excuse to leave.

"She won't!" She assured, pouring more alcohol into her cup and taking a sip. "We'll just turn off the lights and hide, and that would do. Here." She offered him a glass. "Have a drink with me"

"Thank you. I could never say no to a drink" 'Let's hope it distracts me enough from my ‘naughty’ thoughts...'

"You know?" Marinette started, stopped by another hiccup. Luka carefully listened to her dreamy voice. "I thought you were a man at first…"

Luka choked on his drink. 'Oh, no. We've just arrived! Have I been found out so easily? I can't let her find out yet! We need to escape and-'

"Hahaha- really? No way. See? Breasts" he quickly answered, lifting his fake breasts awkwardly.

"I knooow. I'm just joking" she giggled, making Luka sigh in relief. "I haven’t introduced myself, have I? My name is-"

"Ma-Ma-Marinette, right?" Luka giggled, but stopped immediately after noticing her hurt expression. "Sorry, I didn't want to make you feel bad"

"No, it's ok. It's my fault for being so clumsy…" tears had started to form in her eyes and Luka felt his own heart hurt in regret.

"No, no! I should have been more sensitive. Sorry." He sincerely apologized.

"Thank you ugh- sorry. I don't think I caught your name…"

"Lucia" 'God I hate this name'

"Lucia. Pretty name. Are you from Spain? Or Southern France?" Marinette asked, curious.

"Yes, I'm from the Basque region" he lied to add credibility to his act.

"That explains your strength!"

"That's just a stereotype, Marinette… but who knows? Maybe I should try tearing a trunk in half with my bare hands sometime" Luka joked and Marinette laughed.

"You're so funny!" Her laugh sounded like the most beautiful melody in his ears, inspiring him to compose hundreds of songs. "Want more?" She offered him her bottle of alcohol.

"if you insist..."

Marinette opened the bottle to fill Luka's glass, but her trembling hands made her spill the alcohol on Luka's lap, surprising him.

"Oh, sorry! Your sleeping dress…" She lamented.

"It's fine. I'll ask for the hotel’s laundry service to clean it tomorrow and it will be fine" he smiled. 'how could anyone get angry at those beautiful regretful pure eyes? Impossible'

"What are these voices! Is anyone here!?" Madam Mendeleiev shouted from the aisle.

"Oh no! Hit the lights and hide! Here!"

Marinette pulled Luka's body strongly to hide him behind the coach, hugging him. During the minute they spent in that position, Luka forgot how to breathe, in awe of her softness and unexpected precise reflexes.

Madam Mendeleiev later moved toward the room where the girls’ party was taking place, and Luka could only feel sorry for Adrien. ‘ Good luck, my friend’ . But actually, he was more worried about himself, since the chest of the woman he liked was pressed on his face.

"Ufff… she's gone. Sorry!" Marinette stood up, offering her hand to Luka.

"No, it's fine…" he recomposed himself, shaking his head. "We should go back…" 'before the alcohol controls me and I do something stupid'

"Yes…Thank you for keeping me company, Lucia." She smiled.

“My pleasure" he smiled back. "I’ll go get Ad- Noirette first. Will you be fine on your own?”

“I guess so?” she answered, dizzily.

While Luka helped Marinette stand up, Kagami called for her friend, running towards them. “Marinette! I’ve been looking for you! Don’t tell me you’ve been drinking again? Are you ok?” she said, passing her arm under Marinette’s to help her steadiness.

“I’m perrrrffffect!” she said in a hiccup. “Thanks to Lucia! She’s soooo strong, you knowwww?”

Kagami’s eyes narrowed at Luka, giving him chills. But soon she apologized for her friend’s behavior, bowing her head at him. She also informed him she would take her to their room and thanked him for having looked after her friend. Luka excused himself to go look for ‘Noirette’. Kagami’s eyebrows frowned at his comment and started walking with Marinette.

“See you tomorrowwww, Luciaaa. Goood niiiiiighttttt”. With an exaggerated waving salute, Marinette almost fell straight to the floor in front of the elevator. Thankfully, Kagami made it in time to prevent the accident.

"Good night, Marinette. See you tomorrow" Luka waved back, blushing at her clumsiness.

'This is bad' Luka thought. His heart beat faster than ever. ‘ This girl is too damn cute. I’m going to fall in love for real if this continues... ’ Luka shook his head to snap out of his thoughts. Time to get Adrien back.

Back at the elevator, Kagami kept looking at ‘Lucia’ with judging eyes.

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When Luka arrived at the party room he could see the girls (and Adrien) being scolded by Madam Mendeleiev. Not daring to show himself, he waited until they all returned to their respective rooms to meet with Adrien.

“Adrien! Are you ok? I saw that witch scolding you. Did you have fun at least?” Luka patted his back.

“Luka! Where were you? It was so fun until that old woman arrived… I’ve never had so much fun before! We drank, sang and played games… I love this band already. Do we really have to leave…?” Adrien mumbled, looking like he was about to cry. Luka could sympathize with his feelings.

“Sorry, Adrien. You know what will happen if your father ever finds us… I’m happy you had fun, though”

“Thanks. Where were you, by the way? I’ve been asking for you, but nothing”

“You won’t believe it! I got to spend some time with Marinette! Man, I thought I would pass out due to her cuteness. She’s too much for my heart…” Luka answered, grinning like a lovestruck fool.

“At least it went well in your case… I couldn’t even exchange a word with Kagami before she left, and she avoided my eye contact…”

“Tomorrow is going to be another day, don’t worry. It will go better next time, you'll see. Remember we have rehearsal all day tomorrow. We should sleep” Luka said, removing his wig. Adrien mimicked his action, nodding in agreement.

Suddenly, the door opened and the two men froze. ‘Oh no’

“It’s not what it looks like!” Luka screamed, followed by Adrien’s “What he just said!”

Juleka rolled her eyes from the door, going inside the room. The clueless musicians sighed in relief.

“Are you stupid? Why didn’t you lock the door before removing your wigs? Do you want to be found out when the escape just started?” she scolded them, who made apologizing puppy eyes at her. “I’m here to discuss your escape plans”

“Oh” they both responded, making Juleka sigh at their dumbness.

“It seems no one has figured out your true identity yet. The police are still looking for you in Paris and France, so you should be fine- at least for now” she informed them.

“Good thing there’s no internet or mobile phones in this story! That would make things very easy for them to spot us when we play with the band” Adrien said, more to himself or someone not present in the room than to his interlocutors.

“Ad, man, what are you talking about? What the heck is intern- whatever you said” Luka asked, confused.

“I don’t know. I had the feeling I had to mention it. Nevermind- I don’t know it either. Go on, Juleka” Adrien shrugged and let Juleka continue with her explanation.

“See? This is the band's schedule. We’re spending this week in Milan, then Verona, and then the band is going to perform in Venice. I contacted mom with my radio and she’s going to get us a motorboat ready to escape. I’ll have a radar prepared with the coordinates so we can meet in the sea with the Liberty- mom’s ship” she clarified for Adrien. ”That’s your escape plan. Make it to Venice, and it will be your win. Don’t screw it up! Understood?”

“Yes M’am!” they said in unison, doing a salute pose.

“Good. I’ll be here early in the morning for your make-up. Good night” she said, reaching for the door. “And lock the door next time” she warned before closing it.

Luka immediately hurried to lock the door and let his body finally relax and fall to the bed. “Let’s go to sleep… It’s been a long day…”

Adrien agreed, and just like that, the men fell asleep under dreams of beauties and the feeling of being chased by the demon himself.

#my fic #airip4 #airipyon #fic: miraculous escape #they are stupiddd #which is fun to write #endgame lukanette #endgame adrigami #lukanette fic

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You (Part 2)

Now you see me, now you don’t!

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Felix Graham De Vanily was, in his own humble opinion, special.

He was smart.

He was composed.

He knew exactly what to say and when, and he could make people see exactly what he wanted them to see.

He wasn’t his cousin, after all, almost identical looks aside. Adrien never knew when to speak up, or when it was better to stay quiet. Never knew how to hide his thoughts and keep his - utterly unrealistic, when it came to his father - hopes in check. And he might be smarter than Felix gave him credit for, but all that intelligence left him as soon as his friends were concerned.

That was what all his flaws boiled down to, really.

Adrien made the fatal, unforgiving mistake of caring too much. Always had.

(It was what Felix liked about him, deep down. Adrien was genuine, in everything he felt. Felix envied him for the ease with which he made friends.)

But.

Felix wasn’t like Adrien at all. He was too smart to care for people - his mother aside - any more than he had to. Mundane distractions. Friends, crushes - all things that would only deter him from his path in life: high above the crowd, always the center of attention, yet unreachable. Playing everyone, but gone before anybody noticed.

It was a glorious but lonely road. No, scratch that. It was a lonely but glorious road. Much better.

He didn’t need anything or anyone.

He was the sole and solemn genius of the family.

He was a magician, who didn’t need any fancy jewelry to work miracles - just the right distraction and disguise.

He was-

“Ow!”

Groaning Felix looked at the little bite marks on his finger.

“Were you even listening?! Or did you just wait for an opportunity to stab me in the back?”

The black and white bundle of fur and betrayal on his lap meowed and swiped at his hand, now out of reach.

“I knew you couldn’t be trusted.”, he grumbled and shoved the traitor off of his legs, but couldn’t help but smile when he smugly licked his nose - as if to say: I'd do it again. “I raised you too well. Now, where was I?”

He sighed.

“Ah, yes. I don’t care for anyone - please stop scratching that ear, honey, it’s not healed yet - because I'm just too smart for that. So it’s utterly impossible that I, Felix Graham de Vanily, am in love with Dupain-Cheng. Got it?”

His cat, the little bastard, answered by knocking his pencil box over and started to chew on a pen. Felix narrowed his eyes.

“Oh? You dare doubt my word?”

With quick fingers he stole his cat's spoils and placed it out of his reach.

“Quite bold for a creature without opposable thumbs, hm?”

Insulted, the poor, thumbless pet retreated to his laptop and laid down on the keyboard - causing the screensaver to give way to the last opened tab. Which was Marinette's Instagram page.

“Wah!”

Hurried to hide the proof of his interest - as if she might somehow appear in his room if he looked at her picture for too long - he shooed his pet away and closed the tab. Said pet meowed smugly and, upset about being chased away from two spots already, sat down on his pillow. Great.

“You did that on purpose!”, he accused his cat. “But that tab proves nothing. It was merely a passing interest in her admittedly wearable work. It has nothing to do with any confessions - faked confessions, or that she can apparently recognize me in disguise, or the very neutral fact that she is cute, by some people's - not my own! - standards.”

His cat blinked. And sneezed onto his pillow.

“Bless you. Now move, or I’ll use you instead of a bunny for that hat trick I’m working on.”

Sighing, Felix let himself fall backwards onto his bed, grabbing the fleeing cat and burying his face in the fluffy fur.

“Oh, to be a cat!”, he wailed into his involuntary comfort pillow. “With no troubles except how to best annoy his owner.”

The poor animal hissed and escaped his grasp, saving himself from the bitter fate of a comfort pillow.

“Run, you uncaring monster.”, Felix sighed, “Leave me to my worries. Which don’t include Marinette at all, by the way.”

He sat up and watched as the little traitor turned to sulk on his dresser.

“Stop looking at me like that. Even if I had a short bout of interest - possibly even infatuation! It’s already all but cured.”

He nodded to himself, ignoring that the disinterested cat had begun cleaning his leg instead of listening.

“School's closed, after all!”, he hummed, scrolling through the news on his phone. “And social contacts are to be reduced to the bare minimum. So I’m not going to see her again before this passing interest has... well, passed.”

As if in response to his words, his laptop started to ring and the monitor lit up with the picture of blue, blue eyes and a smile that could melt the stars off of the sky. Not that he paid attention to such things.

“Oh no, no, no!”, he panted as he fell out of his bed and stumbled towards the computer. “Incoming Skype call?! Oh, come on!”

The ringtone repeated itself and Felix jumped.

“What am I gonna do? What am I gonna do?”

Panicking, he looked at his pet.

“What the fuck am I supposed to do?!”

The addressed party blinked. And went back to licking his nuts.

“Argh! I am surrounded by incompetence!”

Taking a deep breath, Felix straightened his vest and cravat - just because he was staying at home for the foreseeable future didn’t mean that he would dress any less professionally.

“Who needs your advice anyway. I can do this.”

He straightened his back and sat down on the chair in front of his desk.

“I am Felix Graham de Vanily, the best actor in all of France and the United Kingdom, not in love with Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and I can totally answer a Skype call.”

Before he could think again, he pressed the green button.

“Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng!”, he greeted overly enthusiastic. “We meet again.”

“If you can call it that.”, Marinette laughed with the voice of a goddamn angel. She was wearing a white, polka-dotted pajama top, was illuminated by early-noon sunlight falling through some sort of window in the ceiling, and her hair – was – down.

If this was some sort of cosmic test, it wasn’t fair.

“To what do I owe the pleasure of your virtual company?”, he said quickly, trying not to think too much about how her hair looked even softer than the fur of a certain cat. Then, for good measure, he added: “Miss me already?”

Marinette disappeared for a moment, before returning with a sizable stack of papers.

“As much as I could do without my favorite pain in the neck, we have a school assignment to do. You know, since school is closed?”

She leaned in and he held his breath.

“Did you even notice? I haven’t seen you last Friday.”

What was he supposed to answer to that? Oh, I noticed alright! It kept me from embarrassing myself by avoiding you, because my brain got all mushy ever since you fake-confessed to me pretending to be my cousin?

Ha! Fat chance.

“Aw, worried for me?”, he improvised, as usual, by being sarcastic. “Let me soothe your concern for your favorite pain in the neck: I merely got tired of cosplaying Adrien. I'm a very busy man, you see?”

She rolled her eyes and somehow managed to make it look cute.

“Of course you are. Well, hopefully not too busy for a presentation on marine biology, due next week.”

He blinked.

“Excuse me?”

“You know, the one Adrien and I are supposed to do?”

Felix Had Questions. For example:

“How was I supposed to know that?”

“Don’t tell me you didn’t hack into Adriens E-mail account. I saw you present homework that you couldn’t have known about if Madame Mendeleiev hadn’t emailed you, as Adrien.”

She raised an eyebrow, in a way that could almost be described as playful.

“Plus, you seem the type to do that.”

He scoffed and crossed his arms, as if it would hide his racing heartbeat.

“First of all: No, I am not breaking into my cousins account. I may like to prank him - or rather everyone, really - but that goes a little far. Secondly, that Lila girl was only too eager to do homework with Adrien-Me, so I could keep up with every assignment once I could get her hands off of me.”

“I thought a magician never revealed his tricks?”

True. But he had wanted to see if she would get jealous. Which she didn’t. Which was expected and totally fine by him. He didn’t care anyways.

Lucky for him, Marinette wanted to tease him more than an answer.

“Well, I hope your work ethic is better when it comes to presentations. I'll send you the materials!”

A click later, his laptop alerted him of One New Email, containing no less than twenty-two pages of material. He raised his eyebrows.

“Not to crush your little illusion of me as a hard-working student, but that looks like awfully tedious work. What makes you think I would voluntarily do homework meant for Prince Charming?”

The sassy little smirk she'd shown him during their battles of wit last week returned.

“You mean, aside from the fact that, once school is open again and Adrien is back, your little trick with pretending to be him will be revealed? And that I’m your best chance not to be chased out of town by a very angry Chloé Bourgeois? Not to start with Alya, Rose and Juleka, who still haven’t forgiven you for that stunt you pulled the last time you were here.”

Sound argument, he had to give her that.

“Pah!”, he said, just for the sake of irritating her. “So what? It’s not like it was my idea to move to Paris anyway!”

That was at least partially true. His mother had insisted to come back to France, mostly because she wanted to keep an eye on Gabriel. But he hadn’t been against it either.

It wasn’t like he had friends in London anyway, and in Paris it at least didn’t get boring, with all these butterflies and superheroes. Plus, he wouldn’t admit it out loud, but he had missed Adrien. That boy could use a little family - once Felix was done pretending to be him.

Marinette hummed and tapped her chin impatiently.

“Well, then see it as the prize you promised me after our little insult-match at the Trocadero.”

“Wait, wait, wait!”, he held up his hands. “I already settled that score, didn’t I? You confessed to me, remember?”

“I practiced confessing to Adrien with you, you mean.”, she reminded him with a raised eyebrow – Ouch, by the way – before leaning back in her pink chair. “And that was because you talked me into it. I never told you what I wanted, did I?”

Well, fuck. Not that the prospect of working with Marinette was that unpleasant, but in his current state of emotional confusion, it would only be detrimental. He needed an out, an excuse!

“Why would you want to work with me anyways? I would have thought you'd jump at the chance to do something with Prince Adrien of Dreamland. Why settle for the pain in the neck?”

Marinette sighed.

“Adrien is still recovering from his flu, and given the current, ah, global situation, I thought it would be better to put his health first. Besides, you're my favorite pain in the neck.”

“I'm flattered, darling”, he said, trying not to sound like it was as true as it was, “but-“

“Oh my gosh!”, Marinette interrupted him with a shout, and suddenly her eyes dominated the entire screen, as if she were mere millimeters away from her own computer. “Felix! What is that?!”

“Huh?”, he made, eloquent as usual. He turned around, just in time to see his traitorous cat jump from the dresser right onto his lap. Apparently, now that Felix had someone else to talk to, the little bastard felt neglected.

“You mean him?”, he asked, turning back to the screen with the cat in his lap. An inhuman squeal came from the other side of the line and Marinette sacked back into her chair, which spun around its axis, like, three times in a single second.

“Felix Graham de Vanily!”, she said with all but glowing eyes. “Show – me – the cat!”

Since her voice made absolutely clear that it had been an order and Felix had always had a strong survival instinct, he obediently held up the little monster. Who let out a plaintive little “Mow”, but otherwise submitted to his fate.

“Oh my gosh!”, Marinette repeated, “He's adorable!”

“You think?”, Felix said dumbly, at a loss for how to react to this sudden change in situation.

“I do! I do! What's his name?”

“Uh...”, Felix thought, debating whether a lie would save his reputation. “Uhm...”

“Don’t tell me you named him Felix Junior!” She turned towards the cat in false exasperation. “Did he name you Felix Junior?!”

The cat that was most certainly not named Felix Junior meowed in his feline confusion.

“No, of course not!”, Felix snapped back, sinking into the chair as if it might have mercy and swallow him.

“Then what's his name? What, for God’s sake, is this pretty little kitty called?!”

What had his life turned into?

“'dini.”, he mumbled, hiding his face behind the cat.

“What? Speak louder!”, Marinette demanded, and so he accepted his fate.

“Houdini!”, he groaned in embarrassment. “I named him Houdini, alright? I was eleven!”

For a moment, the line went quiet. Then, inevitably, Marinette burst out in laughter.

“For real? I can’t believe it!”

Sulking, Felix turned away from the screen, but immediately Marinette stopped.

“No, no, no! Bring Houdini back! I love his name, okay? Give him back!”

“You're not telling anybody of him, got it?”, he hissed, cheeks as red as Ladybug's suit. Marinette snickered.

“Of course, I promise. Houdini will be our little secret, alright? Now bring him back!”

Satisfied, Felix turned the chair back towards the laptop and placed Houdini on the desk. The curious thing didn’t hesitate to lounge onto his keyboard and examined the camera, much to Marinette’s delight.

“Oh lord, he's so cute!”

Felix sighed and leaned back.

“Believe me, he knows.”

“He looks just like you!”

At that, Felix spluttered and jumped up again.

“W-w-what?!”

Internally already setting up the equation: “Marinette thinks Houdini is cute, and Marinette thinks Houdini looks like Felix, then Marinette thinks Felix is cute?” he was about two seconds from fainting.

“He's got a little tie, see?”, Marinette giggled on, ignorant of the thought-spiral she'd sent him into. “Just like you!”

Oh. She meant the patterns of his fur, which admittedly looked a little like he was wearing a tie. Of course.

“Who's the most adorable thing in Paris? You are!”, Marinette continued with her shameless adoration of that undeserving little brat, who currently Mow-ed happily at the screen. Pah!

“Just so you know, he bites people for fun.”, Felix badmouthed his own pet, absolutely not because he was jealous. “You can’t trust him. He'll act sweet, but as soon as you're not looking he's got your fingers between his sharp little fangs!”

“Eh, I can handle it.”, Marinette shrugged and immediately went back to admiring Houdini. “You're a good kitty, aren’t you? The best, the best! Yes, you are!”

“No, he's not!”, Felix insisted through clenched teeth. “He's moody and arrogant! Nobody likes him, that's why I took him in! He thinks it’s fun to hurt people, he holds grudges forever and he's incredibly annoying when he's bored!”

Wait, was he still talking about the cat?

“You just like him because he looks all cute and innocent, but if you knew him, you'd never even want to be in the same room as him.”

Marinette had gone quiet on the other side, and Houdini narrowed his eyes at him in betrayal. Then she shrugged.

“If you don’t want him anymore, I'll take him in.”

“What?!”

She would have to pry the little shit out of his cold, dead hands!

“Did you not listen to a word I said?” he asked, trying not to let on that he didn’t actually dislike Houdini.

Marinette smiled.

“Sure. But I still think he's a good kitty.”

“But why?”

She hummed, pushing her stack of papers aside so she could put her elbows on the desk. Resting her chin on her hand, she looked up in him.

“Most cats are. You just got to give them a chance to come out of their shell.”

“But... But he's mean!”

“Maybe he's just lonely. Maybe he needs some friends, and then he'll learn to be nicer. I can wait.”

He was not blushing!

“Why would you want to? There's lots of better cats, you could just pick one of them right away.”

“Yeah, well, I want Houdini. All cats deserve a chance. Even the meaner ones.”

She smiled down at the black and white loaf that purred on his keyboard.

“In my experience, peop- cats only show their best sides if you give them a chance to open up. If you're too quick to brush them aside as hopeless, or mean, you might miss out on the most wonderful personalities underneath. And I think Houdini is one of those.”

And then, because the universe just wanted to see him fall, she winked at him. Jesus Christ!

“Anyway, I'll give you some time to read through the material I sent you. Message me once you’re done, we've got a lot of work ahead. Bye!”

Before he could realize what she had said, the window blanked and closed on him. Disappointed that his fan had vanished, Houdini meowed and returned once again to Felix' lap.

“Bye.”, Felix stammered belatedly. What had just... How could she go around just saying things like that? And then hang up?!

“Ugh, Houdini!”, he lamented. “Look what I have become!”

Reduced to a beetred, stammering, weird-cat-metaphor-using fool!

The cat gave a smug “Mrow” and headbutted him in the chin, but Felix didn’t have it in him to complain.

“Fine,” he sighed in defeat, “you win. So what if I like her?”

Houdini purred.

“You do too, don’t you? Bet you'd bite her anyway.”

He purred on, unperturbed.

“Knew it.”

He sighed once again.

“She's right, though. You are a good kitty. Deep down.”

Houdini meowed and licked his finger, just where he'd bitten him earlier.

“Well, now you're just sucking up to me! Two-faced little demon. Mwah!”

He pressed a small kiss to the top of his furry head, then rolled the chair closer to the desk and opened his emails.

“Alright, then.”, he tried to motivate himself, “let's show Marinette what a good kitty- what a good person we are and do our homework.”

At that, Houdini promptly stood up and jumped onto the bed, leaving him alone with twenty-two pages of reading material.

“Bastard.”

- - -

Bonus:

Ladybug, crashing through Felix' window: Felix Graham de Vanily!

Felix: Ladybug?!

Ladybug: I have it on good authority that you own a good kitty! It is crucial for the safety of Paris that I pet him right this instant!

Felix, remembering her right hook: ... sure?

#miramu writes #felinette fluff #felinette #felix/marinette #canon!felix #marinette dupain cheng #felix graham de vanily #its corona time

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galahadwilder · 4 years

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Headcanons about Mylène and / or Ivan?

Mylène

Thanks to having a mime for a dad, Mylène is very good at nonverbal communication and reading people. (She can’t figure out Lila because her body language is non-standard, at least for Parisians.) Whenever someone is having a bad day and trying to hide it, most of the class gets together to do something nice for that person—because Mylène always knows when you need a pick-me-up.

She decided to dye her hair after seeing Juleka dye hers, but didn’t want it to be any variant on black. Her father was the one who suggested rainbow “for my little sunbeam.”

Mylène loves it when Ivan gives her piggyback rides. He is unable to say no when she asks, but he doesn’t particularly mind because she asks so very adorably.

She’s part of the school theater club. She hasn’t made it on stage yet because of nerves, but she really wants to, and in the meantime she makes a great props master.

She actually doesn’t like sweets very much; they’re too cloying on her tongue. Things made with honey are an exception.

Ivan

Ivan knits. Marinette taught him as a way to deal with his temper, and he’s ended up surprisingly good at it.

When he’s particularly emotional, Ivan starts having trouble speaking. The words make sense in his head but won’t come out of his mouth the way he wants them to.

He actually has very little skill at sports; most of his ability to win comes from being both taller and stronger than anyone else. This infuriates Kim and makes Alix laugh her butt off.

Ivan struggles a lot in school, but is making an honest effort and actually wants to learn the material. He gets a lot of tutoring from Mendeleiev and is one of her favorite students.

Luka may write the instrumentation for Kitty Section’s songs but Ivan writes the melody. He and Rose do the lyrics together.

#miraculous ladybug #ask game #ask meme #original content #asks #mylene haprele #ivan bruel #miraculous headcanon #mylivan #juleka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #madame mendeleiev #alix kubdel #le chien kim #luka couffaine #rose lavillant #kitty section

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Turns out Marinette was worried over nothing. When her parents arrived they immediately cut off Damocles' b.s explanation. Her Maman even went on to immediately tell Alya to shut up when she started spewing her false story. They knew it was false because they were the ones who called Bruce to set up the final details for Marinette's visit. And honestly, the story was far too elaborate. They too were hurt by the implication that Alya, a girl they've welcomed into there home, was betraying their daughter so intimately.

Finally, Sabine stood up, the sudden force causing the chair to move so far back that it nearly hit a teary-eyed, who was secretly sporting a smirk, Lila.

“Mr.Damocles my daughter has always been making amazing contributions to this school and this school community. She's been getting your school the necessary funding for your clubs and arranged amazing field trips. Even as President she’s made sure to keep the school from becoming a cesspool of negative feelings.” Sabine spat out invading Damocles personal space, Tom had to pull her back but not before putting in his own two cents.

“Don't you guys think it's convenient that all her “Problematic Behavior” started from when Ms.Rossi came back from her trip?”

“Mr. and Mrs. Dupain Cheng, Ms. Rossi has people who have correlated these accusations, now we can suspend her for the time being, while we start an investigation b-”

“No”

Suddenly everyone turned towards the bluenette who has been sitting quietly while her mother argued.

“I quit, I wanna transfer out of this school, I wanna formally step down as President and I wanna cancel any field trips I had planned” Marinette finally spit out.

Lila was overjoyed. This was more than anything she could have wished for. Marinette was going to leave. Willingly. Truthfully she was a bit disappointed. It would have been better if she had been expelled. Then she could’ve spun all of her lies without Marinette being there. Her control would be absolute. Oh god, she has never been happier. Madame Bustiers Class took too so long to get under her control. All because of Marinette. Alya Cesaire was useful for something after all. Planning Marinette's Downfall took almost no effort. Damocles was clueless plus Madame Bustier wasn't difficult to fool. They just had to make sure to avoid Mendeleiev. She was able to display a bit of common sense, unfortunately. Lila was shocked at the way Marinette's parents were defending her. Last time they were quick to believe her. Eh didn't matter anyway. Right now the look on their faces was enough. Pale open-mouthed.

“Marinette sweetheart please think this through” Tom pleaded. He knew that his little girl had reached her Breaking point. He could tell by the slump of her shoulders. But he saw something. A spark in her eyes. She was planning something. She had an idea. Still, he had to make sure that she thought this course of action.

“Papa I want to, I am done,” She said finally facing Lila. As if she were declaring something.

Sabine, bless her, quickly moved behind Marinette and grabbed her Arm. Oh boy, she was in full Mama Hen mode, and God save the poor soul who tried to get in her way.

“Sweetheart, move” She gently pushed Marinette towards Tom. But quickly turned and moved towards Damocles.

“My daughter is making a withdrawal from Francis Dupont effective immediately, She's cleaning out her lockers, her desks and I expect all of the schools' files to be handled properly and transferred.” Sabine finally stated.

“B-but w-where w-would she even goes?, The other Academies aren't currently accepting any new enrollments” Damocles stuttered wide-eyed.

“Mr.Damocles that is a family issue, That we'll resolve now may we go?” Tom made sure to state.

“Yes fine, Marinette go pick up all of your school supplies from Madame Bustiers,” he said waving the Dupain-Cheng family away. He quickly turned to once a once again sobbing Lila, who was now sobbing about how overjoyed she was that her “Bully” was finally going to leave. Alya was smiling happily and patting Lila's arm, while Rose gently wiped away her tears with a tissue.

“Ms.Rossi I hope you’ll find that the school's environment will be much kinder ,” Damocles said in a soothing voice.

“O-of C-c-course I hope to lead the class in a more positive direction as well as a more effective direction,” Lila said, she knew it was now a perfect opportunity to take the class president role. She could take the role, make Alya her deputy and push off all the work on her. Simple as pie.

Madame Bustiers Class

Paris, France

9:15 am

“Come on Guys, That is Marinette we’re talking about, the probability of her doing what Lila and Alya claimed is practically at a Zero” Max stated. Juleka sat beside him quietly, Ever since she broke up with Rose she has been more vocal, however at the moment, she felt that she should let Max take the reins. H knew that Marinette wouldn’t do that. Chloe was currently arguing with Alix, Juleka could practically see the steam coming out of Chloe's ears. Sabrina quickly went ahead and steered Chloe away towards a corner.

Suddenly The Door to the Classroom opened In walked in a quietly sobbing Lila and Alix immediately scuttled towards her ready to give Alya a helping hand. The air seemed to grow thick with the tension.

Right behind them, Adrien shuffled in. Seeming to sense the tension he glanced up and saw a group of Lilas allies seated together to one side and Everyone else seated to the other side. Admittedly Lilas group was bigger.

He considered that before deciding to sit in the back but on Lila's side nevertheless. Chloe couldn’t believe the nerve of the guy. Honestly, he was as spineless as Marinette once told her as she sobbed on her. Making up her mind she decided to go ahead and approach Adrien and try to force some sense into Adrien.

“Adrikinsssss~~~ what the heck are you doing sitting there?” Chloe said while plopping down next to him but leaning towards the other side.

“Chloe just sit and don't start anything also whats Lila crying about now ?” Adrien furiously whispered.

“She’s claiming that Marinette assaulted her and Alya, She’s risking expulsion ”

“Come on Chloe, this is Marinette this is like the 5th time shes been at risk of suspension, she’ll figure a way out like always”

“D-do you HONESTLY expect me to do nothing?” She sputtered out of pure exasperation. Honestly, this boy needed some serious rewiring.

“Just don't start anything with Lila and don't go involving your dad” He recommended. He felt bad, He did, but he had faith in Marinette. They have to take the high road and avoid conflicts.

“I'll have you know what I do to help my friend is none of your business, also how can you defend Lila and Alya?’’ Chloe finally stated while leaning into Adrien's face.

Truthfully? He understood why he did it. He trusted Alya. He didn't trust Lila. But based on what he's witnessed Lila wins for a bit but soon Marinette comes back and things go back to normal. That's the cycle he's used to. And that's the best cycle everyone comes out happy.

“She’ll come back” He finally bit out slightly annoyed.

Abruptly Chloe turned to face the front. Looking up he was startled to see Marinette stroll to the front of the class.

“Actually She won’t” Marinette finally said.

#maribat #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #damian wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #marinette deserves better

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