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saijspellhart · 6 years

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This is a collaborative project between @aknazer, @ao3bronte, @yamina20-blog, @saoirse7ilysi, and myself.

7: Recovery (Chloe/Nathaniel)

Notes: This is a Pokémon AU and the characters are 16. You don’t need to be familiar with Pokémon to enjoy this, but it helps. Most Pokémon related things are explained naturally in the fic. Chloe and Nathaniel are Pokémon trainers. The setting is the Kalos region which is France in the Pokémon world. Lumiose city is Paris. This was inspired by an artwork I was commissioned to draw.

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There went the books, and the sketchpad, spilling out across the ground, and his pen probably would’ve been among them if it hadn’t been in his mouth. Unfortunately the force of the blow nearly caused him to choke on it.

“Woah! Dude, so sorry about that.” Alix brought her skates to a swiveling halt as a maelstrom of loose papers fluttered around her, blanketing the ground in parchment snow. “You alright?”

“I’m fine,” Nathaniel mumbled around the pen still clenched between his teeth. He bent and started snatching the innards of his disemboweled sketchbook from the ground.

“I didn’t mean to mow you over,” said Alix, and she joined him in picking the papers off the ground, awkwardly tromping around on her skates.

“It’s fine,” he insisted, trying to pick the papers up as quickly as possible before Alix noticed the sketches covering most of them. “Where’s Kim and Max today?”

“Oh!” she chirped, her face brightened significantly, “the boys are over there.” She jerked her thumb in the direction of the Versant skatepark.

Nath sat up and cast a look over the top of her back, looking out on the skatepark. He could spot Kim in his favorite red hoodie, Max was with him wobbling about like someone had slipped marbles beneath his shoes.

Max let out a yelp that Nath barely heard from their distance, and when he nearly toppled over Kim was right there, catching his arms and helping steady him. Both boys glided backwards a few feet, Kim laughing while Max sported a nervous smile, and Nathaniel finally realized they were on rollerblades.

“Are you guys finally teaching Max to skate?” He watched Kim attempt to pull Max along, but that only resulted in a tangle of legs, and suddenly both boys disappeared from sight.

“It’s Kim’s idea. Left to his own devices, Max would spend everyday in his workshop. Just him and Rotom.”

As if summoned by the mention of another Pokémon, Nathaniel felt something hard and cold roll into the back of his knees. The only sound that left him was a distressed, “Mmmrrrf!” before his feet were pushed out from under him and he toppled backwards over a hard carapace and onto the ground. All the papers he’d managed to collect now littering the ground around him again.

“Whirly! You stupid bug!”

Nath could hear Alix screech as he stared up at the sky. He turned his head to see a large purple Whirlipede roll up next to him and narrow its eye in amusement.

“I’m so sorry about him.” Alix tromped around papers to extend a hand and help Nathaniel off the ground. “He’s a menace.” This wasn’t the first time Alix’s Whirlipede had knocked his legs out from under him, and he certainly wasn’t the first victim of this Whirlipede’s mischievous antics. He accepted Alix’s help. She was surprisingly capable on the rollerblades; able to haul him off the ground without compromising her own balance.

Alix hastily bent to gather the pieces of his sketchpad, while Nathaniel brushed the dirt off his backside and rubbed his sore butt. He spared her Whirlipede a glower, to which it responded with an amused chirrup.

“Is this Chloé?”

Nathaniel felt all the blood drain from his person. Only to be relocated to his cheeks thirty seconds later.

Alix was standing next to him staring at one of the pages she’d collected. He felt like his body had been frozen in place, and if he were to move it would confirm Alix’s question. Or prompt her to look at all the other pages.

Too late.

Struck with curiosity Alix rifled through the other pages in her hand, with every one her eyebrows cocked higher, and her grin got wider. “So many Chloés.”

That was it. That was all Nath needed. Like a seviper he snatched the papers from Alix’s grip, then bent to finish collecting the rest of the scattered paper from the ground. Suddenly the balmy Kalos day didn’t seem so comfortable, as his skin felt like it was going to burn out of his clothing.

“Does she know you draw her?” Alix was skating circles around him, backwards.

“No,” he muttered, picking the last of his sketchpad off the ground.

“Now’s a good time to tell her.” She teased, suddenly skating away from him.

“Wha-?”

Alix made a gesture, telling Nath he should turn around, then took off in the direction of the Versant skate park to join Kim and Max.”

Nathaniel nearly dropped his things all over again when he turned about and saw the blonde diva herself stalking briskly down the route towards him.

“Ch-Chloé!” his greeting got caught on his nervous tongue. “What are you doing all the way out here?”

Chloé slowed when she neared him, but didn’t stop until she was well within his personal boundaries. Despite the fact that Nathaniel visibly flinched, she thrust her arms up, dragging his attention to the thing she cradled against her chest.

“Meowstic is sick,” she stated as if it were obvious and everyone should already be aware.

Nathaniel swallowed, did his best not to look at her chest, and focused his attention on the pathetic looking cat Pokémon curled in her embrace. Large yellow feline eyes stared up at him, looking absolutely indignant, as if being sick was an affront it could not tolerate.

“What am I supposed to do about it?” He attempted to discreetly stow his mangled sketchbooks back in his shoulder bag. Hoping beyond all hope that she was too concerned about her Pokémon to take any interest in his work.

“She won’t let me take her to a doctor at the Poké-center. So, Adrien told me to take her to you. Since you are better with Pokémon than he is.”

The gears in Nathaniel’s head slowly began to turn, comprehending what exactly Chloé was explaining. He narrowed his eyes on the female Meowstic, and when he met its gaze, realization dawned on him. Chloé’s Meowstic was a male. Only two people in the world knew her Meowstic was male; Adrien being one, and Nathaniel being the other. And only because Adrien had told him.

The outward of appearance of Chloé’s cat Pokémon was completely misleading, as it sported the characteristic white coat, with blue accents that a female of its species would. It had convinced Chloé it was a female, and seemed perfectly content with her continued ignorance. If her Meowstic wanted to identify as a girl, far be it of Nathaniel to out the little kitty in front of its trainer.

He had an inkling suspicion that that was the reason her Meowstic refused to go to a Poké-center. A doctor would most certainly realize the actual gender of the cat, and inform Chloé of its strangeness.

“Hey, little girl,” Nath cooed at the grumpy little kitty. “Can I hold you? See if we can figure out what’s wrong?” He reached out to take the Meowstic from Chloé.

For a moment the cat appeared to hesitate, watching him with suspicion. When Nath only responded with patience, Meowstic finally released it’s hold on Chloe’s chest. He took the cat, cradling it to his own chest as if it were a precious child.

“Do you know what might have made her sick?” he asked, and began looking it over for any obvious signs of illness.

Chloé appeared to think hard about this. “Well, she picked a fight with the Weedle my daddy bought me yesterday. After that she’s been so sluggish. She didn’t even eat last night, or this morning.”

Weedle. He suddenly had an inkling suspicion he knew just what was wrong with her Meowstic.

Weedle was a poisonous worm-like Pokémon that would eventually evolve and become a Beedrill. Coming in contact with the spine on its head could inject poison into an unsuspecting victim. In this case, Chloe’s Meowstic.

Cradling the cat in one arm, Nath rifled through his shoulder bag, pulling out a small satchel of berries. He extracted a pink heart-shaped pecha berry, and held it to Meowstic’s nose.

It shunned it immediately.

“Ok,” he growled. “Chloé, you give it to her.” He practically shoved the berry into the blonde girl’s hand, and she glared at his impatience.

“What will this do?” She wrinkled her nose at the pecha berry. “It looks cheap.” But she followed his lead and held it to Meowstic’s nose all the same.

“Pecha berries cure poisoning,” Nathaniel explained. Not at all surprised when the little cat sniffed the berry and opened its mouth to accept it now that it came from Chloé’s hand. “Weedles are poisonous, and Meowstic probably got stung when she fought with your Weedle yesterday.”

“Does this mean I must keep a supply of rotten fruit on hand?” She balked at very idea, whipping out her cell phone. “Surely there must be something more civilized I can get.”

Nath looked down at the recovering Meowstic as if searching it for answers as to why its trainer was so... snobby. But the cat merely eyed him with indifference as if it agreed with Chloé’s prissy behavior.

“It’s significantly more expensive, but they sell poison antidotes at the pharmacies in Lumiose. They function the same as the berries, and you just administer the medicine to your Pokémon as needed.”

Chloé looked thoughtful for a moment before sighing in resignation. “I suppose that will do.”

Suddenly she let out an affronted squawk and latched onto Nathaniel’s shoulder. He had to suppress a shiver brought on by the sudden contact.

Then scolded himself because he shouldn’t feel this delighted about her clinging to him in fright.

His eyes darted down to find what had startled her and landed on a dark little purple ball with lush greens leaves brushing insistently against Chloe’s ankle. It was a Cherrim, specifically his Cherrim. He could tell because even in the sunshine it stayed in it’s overcast form, too shy to show the world it’s lovely appearance. The shy little cherry Pokémon had taken off and hidden when Alix had mowed him down earlier.

Now it was practically caressing Chloé’s ankle, a piece of paper caught firmly in its mouth as it made chirping noises to get her attention.

“What’s this?”

Nath made a choking noise.

She bent and snatched the paper from his Pokémon’s mouth and Nath wanted to curl up and die upon realizing it was a piece of his sketchbook.

“It’s nothing! Nothing at all! Just a paper!”

Chloé didn’t even look up from the page. “This is a drawing of me.”

He felt the skin of his cheeks set ablaze and most likely clash with his copper colored hair. He mouthed the word, “traitor,” at his oblivious cherry Pokémon.

When she finally looked up from the paper there was a conceited smirk on her lips. Those pale pink lips, the same lips he’d spent far to long imagining while drawing her face.

“You’re not bad,” she began, “but I wouldn’t be caught dead wearing that.” She indicated the clothes he’d drawn her wearing in the sketch. Her manicured nail tapped the page and sent his stomach sinking further with every tap.

“I’m uh... sorry?”

She held it out and he wasted no time snatching the page back and cramming it into his shoulder bag to join its brethren. Which he would not be showing her. Ever.

“I should really be going now.” He turned on his heel and only made it half a step before Chloé seized his arm.

“Not with my Meowstic you aren’t!”

“Right! Yeah, your cat. Here!” He haphazardly shoved the cat back into her arms, and ignored the wide-eyed look of scorn it shot him.

He was stumbling back ready to dart off again when Chloé said, “Here, take your cherry.” She pushed little Cherrim with the toe of her boot. It stumbled forward and Nath scooped it off the ground before it could lose its balance and roll onto its face.

Chloé crossed her arms under her chest.

He took a step back.

“I don’t suppose I can keep that drawing, can I?” She looked thoughtful... and smug. Very smug.

Nath retreated back another step, “no, and I need to go now. I got things to do and... yeah.” He squeezed Cherrim against his chest and started down Versant road as quickly as possible.

...

A week later found him sitting under a tree, trying and failing to draw the skaters in the skate park, when all he really wanted to do was draw someone else.

“I don’t even like her!” He yelled at his mechanical pencil, shaking the utensil angrily. “She’s snobby and mean!”

Cherrim sat up and made a noise of disagreement.

“Most of the time,” he amended.

The cherry made a, “cherrr,” sound.

“She’s gotten better,” Nath agreed, before viciously erasing his latest sketch. “But she’s still a snob.”

Before he could continue his argument with his Pokémon, movement farther down the route caught his attention.

A feminine looking Meowstic came sauntering down the road. Its head held high, eyeing the shrubby surroundings with disdain and clutching an orange manilla envelope. It took less than a minute for him to recognize it as Chloé’s Pokémon, and he wasn’t even surprised when it sauntered right up to him.

“What are you doing all the way out here?”

Meowstic gave him its usual unimpressed stare and held up the envelope.

A moment of hesitation and he took it, looking between the cat and the envelope suspiciously.

“This isn’t Chloé sending me a bill for taking up her time is it?”

Meowstic made chuffing noise. Then turned and took off back the direction it had come.

Nathaniel waited till the Meowstic had gone to open the envelope and look at its contents. Which turned out for the best because at the first glance he dropped the handful of photos on the grass in front of his Cherrim.

A dozen photos. All of them were of Chloé sporting different outfits, ranging from cute, to formal, and even one of her in a nightgown wearing fluffy slippers.

All the photos were taken from a suspiciously low angle and one of them even had a little blue paw with pink toe beans creeping into the corner of the shot.

Upon extracting the last photo from the envelope, Nath made an uncivilized noise and clapped a hand over his mouth. His heart going into a jackhammer frenzy.

The last photo was a selfie of Meowstic looking nonplussed in a hotel room while a half-naked Chloé marched in the background wearing nothing but a towel. And from the cat’s low angle... it teased the bottom of her ass.

-end

This was my first time writing Chlonath. Ya know actually focusing on them and not just teasing them as a side pairing.

Tomorrow Fairia(aknazer) will treat you all with the prompt Late Nights.

#mlfluffmonth #chlonath #miraculous tales of ladybug and cat noir #chloe bourgeois #nathaniel kurtzberg #pokemon #pokemon au #pokemon trainer #cherrim #Meowstic #recovery #fanfiction #fanfic

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carpetbug · 5 months

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welcome to the beginning of my ML Feline Blue AU!

in which Marinette is forced to become guardian before ever wielding a miraculous. Chaos ensues when she uses the black cat ring to become feline blue and through a silly little turn of events, Adrien gets his hands on the ladybug earrings and becomes beetle rouge

BIIIIIG thank you to my lovelies @isabugs and @thimbleb3rries for being so kind and encouraging, for their WONDERFUL ART OH MY GOD, and for beta-ing this!

The beginning: Becoming Guardian

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“You’re not going to beat me like that, old man” The looming figure taunted.

Hunched in a ball before him, a much smaller elderly man struggled for breath. Blood trailed from his mouth, combining with his saliva to messily drip from his lips as he fought for air. Just by the effort he had to put into continuing breathing, he could tell this was not a fight he could win. Still, his fists clenched in defiance as he pushed himself from the floor and steadied himself upright on his feet. His spine screamed in protest and searing pain at the task, but he managed to remain standing.

“I know I can not beat you, old man” He coughed, hands trembling slightly. “But I must continue to fight”

The taller man scoffed before taking a step forward “I’ll make sure it's the last thing you ever do, you pathetic excuse of a guardian” He spat, tightening his grip on his cane as his rage boiled beneath his skin.

“I’d expect nothing less from a villain like you, Hawkmoth”

“No need to act like you’re so much better than me. After all, we've all made mistakes, haven’t we Master fu” Hawkmoth sneered.

“Leave my past out of this. I’ve worked to fix what I have broken, you only aim to destroy” Master fu panted, feeling his shoulders to check if his bag was still on his back, and letting out a small sigh of relief when he felt the thick material. Next his hands slowly traveled to support and feel the bottom and sides of the bag, searching for an object. He took another relieved breath when he felt the item's weight, and then he prepared himself for the worst. Bunching his muscles, he sprang into action and bolted away from Hawkmoth.

He focused only on moving forward, getting as far from this wretched evil as he could before time ran out. When he finally collapsed, legs giving out from under him in pure exhaustion, he found himself at the Pont de Arts, above the seine. Hawkmoth was nowhere to be seen, but master fu knew that was only a false sense of security. The villain would find him soon enough. He needed to find someone. Anyone.

“-ir? Are you okay?”

A voice. Master fu looked up, vision shaking just slightly. In Front of him stood a teenage girl, dark hair pulled back into pigtails and eyebrows pushed together with worry.

“Sir? Can you hear me?” She asked with a panicked look in her eyes. “How can I help?” She stepped closer and offered him a hand.

Master fu gathered his strength to pull his bag from his back and carefully draw open the zipper before reaching in to pull out the contents. The girl watched intensely, eyes following his pained movements. He pulled a large dark wooden box from the bag and held it close to his chest, then brought his eyes upwards to meet her face. “I’m sorry, young hero” He said sadly, then joined his hand to hers before she could respond.

An intense feeling washed over him, and he closed his eyes to take a deep breath. This girl was strong. He hoped she will forgive him for the burden he will make her bear.

She flashed an anxious smile “That’s okay, and I promise I’m no hero. Just a normal g-” He cut her off with a sharp tug, then slammed the box into her chest. She gasped as he knocked the air from her lungs, clearly not expecting such a feat of strength from the battered man. As she fought to breathe, Master fu gathered the last few remnants of his strength and lifted the girl from the ground. “I, Wang Fu, hereby relinquish the Miracle Box-”

“Stop! What are you doing!?”

“-and name Marinette Dupain-Cheng the guardian” His body lit up, skin glowing as the box between them lifted upward and burned like a star in the air.

“How do you know my na-?!” Before she could finish what she said, the box dropped back into her hold and the elderly man -still glowing like some sort of deity- held her over the railing and dropped her into the rushing water below. She hit the surface with a loud splash, getting thrown under but quickly resurfacing a few feet away, miracle box still in her arms.

The last thing she saw before being pulled away by the fast moving current was the man falling backwards to the ground in exhaustion as the light emitting from his skin dimmed.

Master fu slowly blinked his eyes open, carefully taking in his surroundings with an expression of pure shock and confusion on his face. He seemed so frail, all of a sudden. Like he had lost all his fight.

“What did you do?!” a booming voice hissed behind him. He started to turn his head to look, but something beat him to it. All of a sudden, a hand tightened around his throat and picked him off the ground, nails digging into the thin skin of his neck.

“What- what’s happening?” Master fus strangled voice hardly escaped his lips. He tried to thrash his legs, do anything to get free, but a fatigue he couldn’t explain had overcome his muscles. Weakly prying at his attackers hands, panic began to set in. There wouldn’t be any escape. “Who are you?” he managed out in a pained mumble.

“I am the next guardian of the miraculous” the seething voice responded as nails began to break through his skin. “I am the consequences of your greatest mistake” the words rang through his head as his vision went black, and sickeningly warm blood poured from his throat.

Marinette struggled to hold her head above the surface and keep the container in her grasp as the river pulled her this way and that. Her mind raced and her lungs screamed, everything inside her begging to let go of that weird old man’s weird old box and save herself instead. Still, her grip remained glued to the sodden wood, as if she would rather drown than set the box free to face the waters’ wrath. Nothing was making any sense. And despite the deafening chorus of the racing water that surrounded her, the only thing ringing in her ears was the man’s words.

He had called her a hero. He had entrusted her with something clearly important to him. He had thrown her into the seine. He had been badly wounded. He had been a complete and utter stranger. What did everything mean? Suddenly, her feet felt solid ground beneath her, and she hurriedly moved to follow it. She pushed forward, focusing on reaching the bank that lay on the other side. Eventually Marinette was able to pull herself and the box from the water onto an empty platform beneath a bridge.

As soon as she was safely out of the water, Marinette threw herself backwards in exhaustion. She laid against the cool pavement underneath her and passed through all the events that had just occurred. What the fuck was this ‘miracle’ box? And why was she the ‘guardian’? Ignoring the new aches in her body, she sat upward and brought the box closer to her.

There she sat for a few moments, toying with the lid and gently tracing the intricate pattern displayed. Taking a deep breath, she slowly opened it.

“HELLO YOUNG MASTER” A loud chorus of voices rang out as a beam of light emitted from the open container and what looked like small differently colored masses of stars flew all around her. Marinette fell back onto her elbows, overwhelmed at the sudden sensory overload. Her vision was a blur of nauseating colors accompanied by what she could only imagine to be auditory hallucinations.

Before she had a chance to speak, to catch her breath or try and scream for help, the almost magical colorful masses slowed until they were still, then began to morph into a solid form. Marinette watched, intrigued and terrified, as these small creatures took shape in front of her. They each seemed to be a different animal, though they all shared an alien-like anatomy. Some had tails, others long whiskers and a few antennas. Two of them caught her eye, a sleek black cat and what she thought to be a ladybug (though it looked much more like some sort of bug-mouse combo).

As if the creatures could read her mind -which they could, for all she knew-, they began to speak in sync. “WE ARE THE KWAMI, MAGICAL BEINGS THAT CAN BESTOW POWERS UPON OUR WIELDERS.” They said, in an almost sing-songy voice.

“AND YOU, MARINETTE, ARE OUR NEW GUARDIAN.”

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #ml #carpetbug writes #ml feline blue au #kwami swap #marinette #marinette dupain cheng #master fu #gabriel agreste #hawkmoth #I RLLY HOPE YOU GUYS LIKE THIS LITTLE INTRO!! MUCH MUCH MUCH MORE TO COME!#this is just a short little intro to the au :)#expect longer chapters in the future and lots of art!#i will add this to ao3 at some point i pinky promise #carpetbug art

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