#Miraculous Tales

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Miracle laid in Serendipity: Unveiling the Voyage of Miraculous Bearers

The Unknowing Tale between Y/n L/n & Adrien Agreste

Chapter 04: Swirl of Magnetica

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Third — Point of View

Perspective of Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Upon arriving infront of the school, the bluenette waves her hand with a smile when she sees Alya walking towards her. “Hey girl, good morning! You ready for that, you know!” Alya lifts her two fingers, creating peace signs and gesturing it up and down. Marinette gave her a nervous chuckle as she scratched the back of her head. “I-I.. um! O-Of course! Haha-” The bluenette grins widely with an unsure expression, while her best friend gives her a pat on the shoulder. “You better be, because there he is–” Alya was about to point her finger towards the familiar blonde boy, but Marinette cut her off.

“W-What?! W-Where..!” The bluenette stuttered, looking from side to side then looking behind her, as she gasped. Seeing Adrien getting out of the car then closing the door, Marinette could already feel her face reddening and she quickly clung her hands around Alya’s arm, in case she’d fall right then and there. “O-Oh my gosh, A-Alya! H-He’s walking t-this way-! W-What do I do now..?! S-Should I-” Marinette stumbles on her words, uncertain on what to do. And she could feel her heart stop when Adrien notices them ahead, before waving towards them with a gentle smile.

Alya shakes her head with a giggle as she tries to support Marinette’s body, who’s literally about to pass out and fall to the ground if she doesn't keep her on her feet. Alya grabs the bluenette’s forearm and lifts it up, motioning her to wave back at the blonde. Marinette forms an awkward grin, trying her best not to embarrass herself infront of Adrien. “Girl, keep it cool.” Alya whispers, as the bluenette nods her head anxiously. “Marinette and Alya, good morning.” Adrien greeted, it took every ounce of Marinette's energy not to make the situation awkward — attempting to respond back.

“G-Good-.. Good mor..mor-ning! Y-You too! I-I mean- to you! Too..!” She lightly laughs, internally hoping that Adrien wouldn't mind her little slip up. She doesn't know why she couldn't get her act together! She's supposed to have a normal conversation with him, and possibly give him the keychain she designed a week prior, without stumbling herself up in the middle of it. But- it's almost impossible, she feels weak in the knees every time he faces her or just- talking to her normally! The tension isn't forgiving.

“Morning, Adrien.” Alya responded, before looking back at Marinette, it was the perfect opportunity for her friend to hand Adrien the small gift. And she knows that Marinette knows it too, she just needs a little push– just a little bit. So as Adrien was about to continue his way towards the school’s entrance — Alya smoothly guided Marinette infront of the blonde. “I think Mari wants to tell you about something.” The bluenette once again froze in her place, while Adrien looked at them – firstly confused but then it was soon replaced by curiosity, waiting for Marinette to talk.

“I-I.. t-there’s this thing that I-” The bluenette starts, her pupils gazing around, unable to make eye contact. “I.. I- made..” She continues, her face reddening even more as the minute passes by. She squeezes her eyes closed, intending to spill the words out in one go. “I made you a—!” Before Marinette could finish her sentence, a loud and annoying voice interrupted her. “Adrikins~!” At that point, both Marinette and Alya's faces dropped in an instant. Not be able to do nothing but watch Chloe hug Adrien and give him a kiss on each side of his face.

A cheerful voice suddenly emerges as Rose and Juleka quickly make their way towards Marinette and Alya, sparing a small glance at the commotion going on with Chloe. “Have you given it to him ye–!” The bluenette immediately put her hand up against Rose’s mouth, muffling her words. While the clueless girl looks at her innocently, Marinette chuckles hesitantly – looking towards Chloe and Adrien to see if they heard Rose. And considering that their overly confident classmate is still yapping on and on about her morning to Adrien, she draws a sigh of relief and removes her hand off of Rose’s mouth.

“Sigh.. unfortunately no, Chloe got in the way.” Marinette replied, as Rose and Juleka glanced back at the two. “Really? Oh no..” Rose whispers, but then Chloe unexpectedly turns around to face them, causing them to pretend to be preoccupied with each other. They could already feel the look Chloe was sending their way, the awkwardness was in the air as Nino swept in to call out for his friend. “Yo, dude! How’s it going? Mornin’!” Nino greets, raising his hand as both of them high-five one another before proceeding to head straight to school.

With Marinette peaking a slight glance back at Adrien as they pass by her, knowing the opportunity is way beyond reach right now. A snap of a finger made the bluenette startled as she heard Chloe laugh. “Seriously, Dupain-cheng! What an embarrassment, right- Sabrina.” Chloe smirks, fanning herself with her hand as Marinette fights the urge to grit her teeth. “Knock it off, Chloe.” Alya retorts, sending her a glare to which Chloe scoffs. “Here comes the savior of the day, really- you're just proving my point. Can't even stand up for yourself, Marinette Dupain-cheng.” Rose gasps, putting both of her hands against her mouth.

“Hey, that's not tru–” Rose was about to say but the other blonde easily brushed her off. “Ugh, I can't with these peasants, let's go Sabrina.” Chloe flips her ponytail back in an arrogant way, sparing them a nasty look. “Y-Yes, Chloe.” Sabrina nods before trailing after Chloe, holding her bag and other textbooks. Both Rose and Juleka was shocked at how the situation turned out, mostly Rose as her eyes followed to where Chloe headed up inside the school. “She’s so rude! How can she say that?” Rose says with a pouty look, turning back at Marinette, who has her head hanging a bit low.

“Mari, don't listen to her. She just wants to get under your skin, and you can't let that happen.” Alya reassures, as Marinette stares back at Alya. “Y-Yeah.. Alya’s right..” Juleka joins in, trying to keep the bluenette to the bright side. Marinette huffs out a breath, calming her nerves down before shaking her head and replacing the frown on her lips into a smile. “Mhm, we know Chloe.. so full of herself.” Marinette sighs, as the three girls let out a smile. Although suddenly, another voice calls out for the group.

“Ayee, girls!” Alix shouts out, waving both of her hands up as she runs towards them. “Hi, Alix!” Said Rose, waving back with a bright smile. “What’s up? Did Mr Agrestimó Francé arrived yet?” Alix questions, adding a tint of accent, earning a chuckle from the four of them. “S-Stop with the nickname..!” Marinette giggles, placing a finger against the side of her face. Alix however, dramatically puts a hand over her chest, looking back at Marinette with a fake-offended expression. “Oh, you're covering up for the model boy now? Hm.. if we place two and two together–” Alix teased, as the bluenette’s face went flustered. “I-I.. I w-wasn’t! I-I’m not even–” Marinette stuttered terribly, as she put both of her hands against her flushed face. “Ooo-! What if, what if!” Rose cheered, lifting a finger up.

“Alright, I think Mari is about to burst into flames if we keep going.” Alya chimes in, as she raises one of her eyebrows with a playful grin. “Fine, I'll stop– for now!” Alix chuckles, crossing both of her arms before asking again – “So, is Adrien late? Or- you know.” Alix hinted, acting a small cough. And as she looked at the four of them, their faces weren't saying any positive notes. “It didn't go exactly as planned..” Alya answered, pinching the bridge of her nose, thinking back at the mayor’s daughter. “Let's just say someone was blocking the road.” Alya clued, receiving a mixed look from Alix.

“Damn, if that's how it's gonna be then you could go and make a quick shot and throw it in Adrien's bag with your name on top, there! Problem solved..!” Alix shrugged her shoulders.

“Pftt– you did not!” Marinette lightly slaps Alix on the shoulder, the mood lightening up entirely. “Now that I think about it! That is a good idea, isn't it?” Rose claps her hands with a big smile, passersby were sending some looks their way- noticeably confused. “Where is Mylene and Y/n, by the way? Are they already inside?” Alix questions, earning a baffled look from Rose. “We haven't seen them, maybe they're just a bit late.” Marinette replied, as both Alix and Rose nodded. “We should probably get settled in and wait for them in class.” Alya says, turning her phone on and looking at the time.

“Sounds good, I need to get these rollerblades secured, gonna use it later!” Alix says, patting the two rollerblades that she holds against the side of her waist.

“Oohh, are we going somewhere after school..!?” Rose innocently asked, as the rest blinked in unison. With Juleka chuckling a bit, placing a hand on top of her friend’s shoulder.

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Second — Point of View.

Perspective of Y/n L/n.

Hovering your hand on the classroom’s doorknob, you tried to quietly twist it open and have a peek inside. The voices of your classmates are now becoming clearer, and it seems the teacher hasn't arrived yet. You open the door enough for you to slid into and close it behind you, most of the clatter dying down and eyes sparing you a swift glance. At that point, you only wanted to head onto your section and sit down. “Oh Y/n!” Alya waves her hand up, as you send her a smile. Lightly holding the handle of your bookbag, then taking the way in the middle.

Audible whispers coming out of Chloe and Sabrina's side of the class, not to mention the unnerving stares they're giving you. From your first day being a part of the class, you did know that Chloe is bad news. She doesn't really mercy you either – quite the opposite, you don't understand where the sudden hatred for you came from. But knowing it's Chloe, she basically hates everybody. Besides herself and a few of her ‘supposed’ friends.

“You have got to be kidding me. Little Miss airhead over here shows up, no wonder she's friends with that baker’s daughter.” Hearing that loud and clear, things like that shouldn't bother you– ignoring her will be best either way. A worry glance lifted from the first row, emerald green eyes dotting on you. Chloe wasn't even trying to hide her voice from bouncing across the room, if Adrien heard it– heck then definitely you heard it too. “How ridiculous..” Chloe quipped, brushing the fabric of her blazer, some quick glares were sent her way but she didn't pay any mind to it.

Once you made it to your desk, you sat down on your seat and leaned low– settling your bookbag down under the desk table. Then lifting your head out from below, unexpectedly bumping into a soft edge. “A-Are you okay..?” Hearing Nathaniel's voice, you turn your head a bit to face him, looking up. Noticing how he has his hand gripping against the edge of the desk, ending up with you narrowly avoiding a rather painful little accident. “I.. thanks, I'm fine.” You replied with a small smile, now fully lifting your head up from under the desk and fixing your posture. As Nathaniel retrieves his hand back next to the side of his notebook, a tinted blush forms on his face.

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The sense of recognition among the citizens and also the prestigious higher ups of the city is beyond fluttering. Being heroes, your image as one has been spreading like wildfire since the day you started out. It was overwhelming at first, even now you are still slightly overwhelmed by the thought of many people seeing you as one of the protectors of Paris and appreciated you as one. Your heart feels very light, a warm smile visible on your lips — you haven't got time to realize that Ms Bustier was calling your name. And once you did, it was already too late to recover from.

“Y/n, please pay attention. In some cases we should respect the important topic of our national heroes. And as to why they're putting themselves on the line for the core reasoning of our safety.” The firm tone of Ms Bustier’s voice makes you want to shrink in your seat, and let the table swallow you whole. “O-Of course..! I'm sorry, Ms Bustier. I'll pay attention..” Scarcely, despite keeping track and being limitless in the field of your counterpart — you have to remember that as Y/n L/n, everything is different. And in the eyes of your classmates, family and others that barely knows you, that.. you're just- Y/n L/n. Nothing special besides the fact that you make your life more difficult than it already is.

Which isn’t that surprising either.

“Jeez, someone needs to pour cold water on that pathetic loser. And you know what, I might actually volunteer.” Chloe mused, raising her hand and giving you a sharp stare, with Sabrina lightly chuckling at the statement. Marinette furrowed her eyebrows, striking up a glare at the mayor’s daughter, as Alya seems to be doing the same. “Chloe, enough. It's not nice to speak badly of others, so please. Be kind.” Ms Bustier scolded with a sigh leaving her lips, Chloe only rolled her eyes before speaking with a dried tone. “Hmph, whatever.” The blonde has her chin up and arms crossed, layering with an attitude.

You lower your gaze on your desk, you could feel the humiliation fawning over you. It's not a good feeling to have, the trickling sensation of your stomach twisting and being tightened in a way that it shouldn't be. Not.. not a good feeling. Trying to brush away any lingering thoughts, you set your pupils back at the projector screen on the board. “It's wonderful how much our heroes did in order to keep Paris protected from evil, does anyone want to share their experiences in the midst of an akuma attack?” Ms Bustier smiles, scanning around her students to see if someone will raise their hands. The first one quickly raises her hand, seemingly intrigued.

“Yes, Alya.” Ms Bustier motions her hand towards the direction of the brunette, as the girl stood up. “It's totally amazing! Having to meet the heroes face to face, like really! Watch the vlogs I posted on my Sekkiblog, it's getting tons of views!” Alya squealed excitedly, waving the screen of her phone up. Ms Bustier let out a small chuckle, as the others had their attention towards Alya. Some actually pulling out their phones to visit the page and check. “This is sick, dude!” Nino says, turning his phone horizontally to watch the video.

Adrien feels a slight tug on the inside pocket of his white jacket, looking left and right quickly to make sure his classmates are distracted – he lifts the side of his jacket open, just enough not to draw any suspicion. He was greeted by the view of his Kwami, with his tiny arms crossed. “What plagg?” Adrien whispers, while the Kwami shakes his head and points to his mouth. “How long is this class, there's none of my camembert left–!” Adrien quickly shuts his jacket, nervously looking left and right again before opening his jacket once more. “What was that for..!” Plagg finally whispers with a frown.

“Shh- I thought someone might've heard you, wait.. class is almost over.” A groan escapes the small feline’s throat, clearly not happy about waiting, but he has no choice but to accept it. Adrien let go of his jacket, looking back at the projector screen upfront. His eyes dragged onto the familiar figure of red and black, a determined smile colored on your lips. Cameras are really everywhere, huh? He sometimes wonders how those people capture pretty much a clear angle in the middle of an akuma attack. He has to give them credit, it's not that easy to do. Mostly.

The bell ringing spread across the school, indicating that classes are over. “Okay, students. That's the bell, we will continue on this topic another time.” Ms Bustier nods before undoing the equipment used, putting it back to its case. Kim offered to help, carefully taking the projector from the teacher’s desk. The rest of the students left the room, chatting along the way. “Y/n, Y/n!” Rose calls happily, as she gives you a hug right as you walk out of the door. Adjusting yourself a bit so you weren't blocking the entrance, returning the hug before both of you pull away with Rose putting her hands on top of your shoulders.

“Oh wait! Let's go, Marinette and Alya are waiting for us!” Rose grabs your hand, as the other holds onto Juleka’s hand as well. Dragging both of you with her down the hall, you had to keep a firm grip of your bookbag as it almost slipped off of your fingers from the impact. Trying your best to keep up, you look around, not expecting to make a split second eye contact with those verdant eyes. His mouth slightly opened, intending to call out for you but the opportunity was quick to pass by, leaving him sighing internally.

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“What are you thinking, kid? You're quiet.” The small feline flew up, facing his holder with a half eaten camembert in his tiny hands. Adrien exhaled out a breath, putting his stuff inside his locker and closing it after. “Nothing, Plagg.. I feel like I need to apologize to.. someone. She's my classmate.” Plagg hummed as he took another bite of his camembert, savoring the flavor then staring back at his owner. “Why? You did something wrong, did you?” Adrien let out a small cough, looking surprised at his Kwami. “What?! No, I didn't! It's about something else.” The blonde quickly defended himself, although he went silent for a moment, making sure to listen if anyone was approaching to go to the lockers.

“Then go apologize for whatever it was that happened. She's not waiting for you.” Plagg says, his tone coating with disinterest, licking his paw. Adrien blinked in slight disbelief before pinching the bridge of his nose. “Thanks a lot, Plagg. You’re helping.” The blonde spoke, walking over to the bench he left his fencing helmet to. “I know I am.” The feline Kwami snickered as he followed behind, grinning at the sarcasm his holder threw. 

“Make up your mind, if you feel like you need to apologize to the girl, go for it. And wait– make it clear too! Who's truly at fault, was it you?” Plagg crossed his tiny arms, the Kwami didn't particularly remember the blonde done something wrong to others, or said anything bad. Eh- he will never know, maybe he's taking a nap at that time. How many times has he slept after being satiated by cheese? He lost count basically, his ears could've missed the whole thing, and looking at how he has no idea about what his bearer is talking about. Yeah, he definitely did.

“No, it wasn't me.. sigh, it's one of my closest friends, Chloe. I heard her say some awful things towards Y/n.. I hope she's okay.” He knows that his childhood friend could get a bit too much at times, still- that doesn't justify the way she treated others. “Why should you be the one apologizing? From what I'm getting here, it's your ‘childhood friend’s fault.” The feline Kwami replied, trying to make sense of where Adrien’s getting at. “You don't understand, Plagg. I can try and explain to–” His tiny companion interjects with a quick lift of his paw.

“All I can say is, kid. You're not getting anywhere if you keep having to explain your friend’s actions, and make them see reason. It should be the other way around, is how I see it.” The blonde paused, averting his gaze. Plagg does have a point, but.. how will he be able to do that? It shouldn't be hard, it's.. his childhood friend, he could talk to her about it. He can't just stay ignorant, when he doesn't support her actions at all. “You're right, Plagg..” Adrien muttered, not getting much of a word from the Kwami as it quickly flew over behind his shoulder to hide. The voice of one of his fencing partners called out for him, indicating the training lesson is about to start.

“I’ll be right over!” Adrien yelled back, grabbing his fencing gear before hurrying over the exit door of the locker room. And as the door closed behind him, the feline Kwami quietly made his way towards his holder’s locker. Easily going through the blockage of the front frame of the locker, settling inside the blonde’s bag. His voice soon speaking under his breath with a small yawn – “Could use another nap.”

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Wiping a drop of sweat from your forehead, you walk out of the front exit of the school, following after the students who already made their way outside. Switching your bookbag to your left hand, so you could have a proper look at the papers on your right. Although- you suddenly hear a ring coming from the pocket of your pants, making you stop for a moment to check. Grabbing your phone and turning it on, seeing your mother calling you. You pressed the green button as you placed it against your ear before letting go and moving your shoulder upwards to support the phone from falling.

“Y/n, where are you? Is your classes over?” You hear your mom’s voice over the phone, as you struggle a bit from putting the papers inside your bookbag. “Mom? Erm- yeah, I just got outside of school.” You replied, finally settling the papers and closing the strap of your bookbag, as you slip your hand back to hold your phone properly. “Alright- good! I need you to come over to the subway station and come pick up– wait.. you’ll see once you get there, now hurry up! I haven't got the time since I'm at work–!” The voice over the call cuts out, as it ends.

“What– mom..!” You drew the phone back to look over the screen, who even are you picking up from the train station? Do you even have time– oh! Maybe not-..! You quickly run down the stairs, looking left and right as you ponder for a second on where the train station might be. Before hurriedly making a turn and making sure not to accidentally bump into anyone on the way. “Ugh.. What's up with that weirdo, hold that tight, Sabrina. For a second I thought she's about to steal my expensive purse!” The blonde girl irked, loudly chewing a gum as she crossed her arms.

“Oh please, Chloe. No one wants that.” Alya puts up a smile, holding her phone and scrolling down. As Marinette brings up her notebook to cover her lips. Chloe scoffed, looking over the two with a judging glare. “What did you say–” The blonde blinked twice, seeing both of them turning around and walking away without much of a second glance. She puffs out an irritated groan, while Sabrina tries to tap her best friend on the shoulder to gain her attention – although resulting in a flinch. “Ridiculous! Absolutely ridiculous..!”

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Took almost your whole breath, but you finally made it down the flight of stairs and into the train station. Gripping your bookbag against your chest, as you walk closer to the halting train. Just good enough distance to be certain that you won't get pushed off when passengers start getting out. You tilt your head a bit to try and find who your mother's talking about through the train’s window.

“Ladies and Gentlemen, we have reached our destination. Please ensure you have all of your belongings with you before exiting the train.” The announcer said over the speaker, as the people inside started preparing to leave and some people outside were also preparing to get on the train afterwards. Then, the doors begin to slide open – as the people walk out with their belongings in hand, a few weren't paying that much attention and on their phones and headsets. You move slightly to not get in the way, tiptoeing a bit and lifting your head up to see if anyone looks familiar.

Inching yourself to the side, you almost got knocked off – and thankfully you turn your shoulder just in time to avoid a small accident. Suddenly, you heard a voice call out your name, shifting your head to the direction. Your eyes widened slightly, as you mumbled – “Mrs Ikaro..?” The woman forms a warm smile, sending you a small wave from a few distance. You can't believe it, isn't she–! “N/n, N/n..!” You didn't get time to react before you saw a familiar young boy happily running towards you with his arms spread out. Earning a small yelp from you as the toddler gave you a hug, placing your hand on top of the child’s head.

“Gio..?” You muttered the boy’s name, slowly returning the hug, adding up to your surprise as you saw two more familiar faces – walking their way through the passersby. Locking eyes with those keen gray hues, his hair was a rugged mix of copper and sandy highlights, tousled in different areas, creating that messy kind of style. Feeling sort of uneasy within his gaze, you stare over the other. Seeing some similar qualities, more to their facial features, although her hair is leaning towards a lighter sense of shade. Her pupils are the same gray color as the one from their parents.

You didn't expect for your mother’s close acquaintance to come and visit– let alone meeting them again after a long time! “How have you been, sweetheart? You look quite frantic in the middle of your search.” Mrs Ikaro says with a tint of amusement, causing you to lightly scratch the side of your cheek. “I’ve been.. alright! Yep- school’s going fine..!” Mrs Ikaro hummed softly, as her older daughter lifted up a finger to gain your attention, walking up to you. “I’ve heard there's multiple attacks that have happened here in Paris! Also heroes and such–?!” She went beside you as she put a hand over your shoulder, holding her phone up.

“Uh yes, there's–” You tried to reply and view what she’s drawing your attention to, but Gio turned his head upwards — grabbing his sister's arm and leading the phone downwards to let him see. You notice from the corner of your eyes how his brother clicked his tongue in slight annoyance, piercing eyes staring back at you with a tight smile. “Gio- stop, let Y/n see.” Kija hushed, removing her younger brother’s hold on her arm. “Aww.. I didn't see the heroes!” The boy pouts, attempting to jump to be able to see the screen. “It's right there- huh? Sigh, Gio what did you click now.”

“It's the live news..!” The young toddler says with enthusiasm, you blinked twice as you catch the view of the live. Having only seconds to process what it was — when suddenly a loud crash resonated from above the station, making all of you and the few people walking by look up. “What was that?” Mrs Ikaro spoke first, looking back towards her daughter in worry. Part of you is certain that indicates danger, as you then witness people running down urgently from the stairs with a harrowed look on their faces – going over inside the train. You knitted your eyebrows together, grabbing a hold of Kija’s phone and watching the news live to gather up what's happening.

“There's an ongoing akuma attack, you need to find someplace to hide until it's taken care of–” Another violent collision could be heard from above, as Gio hugs you tightly, feeling scared. You pat the boy’s head in an attempt to reassure him, before pulling one of his arms, putting your hand under and quickly crouching down to pick him up. “An attack?! On the very second we arrived, oh no- I need to see this!” Kija clasped her hands together in excitement, as you walked over to Mrs Ikaro and brought Gio into her arms. “Have you lost your mind? It's dangerous!” Soun – the second eldest firmly warned, but Kija sent her brother a bored look.

“He's right, it is dangerous.. anything's at stake there, so it's better if you stay out of harm’s way.” You say, giving back her phone, as you pat her on the shoulder. Kija raised her eyebrows, embarrassment covering your cheeks in realization of your firm tone, on top of that– she's much older than you are..! You gulped down your nerves with a nervous smile, scratching the back of your head. “S-Stay safe, please..” You force out a small cough, turning back and going towards the stairs leading up into the city. “Y/n, oh dear-! But where are you going?” You paused as you heard Mrs Ikaro’s voice, trying to come up with a possible excuse.

“Err- haha.. I’ll try and warn everyone else! J-Just in case..!” You're not technically lying out of your tongue, but it's the only excuse you could think of at the moment. Horrified yells and continuous deafening crash shattered the remaining calmness you felt, reverberating off nearby walls and sending vibrations through the air, the ground trembled as the sound reached its peak, filling the atmosphere with a palpable sense of urgency and tension. Without thinking any further, you step up on the first line of stairs as you swiftly continue moving up, pushing yourself to the side when a few other people are going the opposite way down.

As you reach the main ground of the city, you immediately duck your head, seeing a lot of items flying around, colliding with the buildings and some- crashing upon one another. You notice the possible centerpiece of it all, spotting a figure from a far — it was hard to catch a full glimpse of what the figure looked like with all multiple objects and small constructions darting around. One thing about it did tickle your eyebrows, it has sources on what direction it goes. Ending up in a pile stuck in the wall of the houses, even the ground, it's like- that specific areas are absorbing anything close.. but, you could also be wrong, and maybe it has a different function you haven't yet realized.

“This is a bit unfair, don't you think? It’ll be more of a challenge if you didn't take my weapon away! Wait- now I know what you meant! A challenge for me? Aw, you shouldn't have!” The certain masked feline taunted with a smirk then soon a grunt left his throat when he narrowly avoided a metal object from hitting him, with a swift sidestep, he evaded another strike now coming from the villain’s floating amulet that buries ominous power. It emanated an eerie glow that cast shifting shadows down below. The amulet crackled with malevolent energy, its surface etched with cryptic runes and swirling patterns that seemed to pulse faintly with a sinister light.

The female villain is in a clad suit that shimmered with an otherworldly glow. Her attire was a masterpiece of metal trail designs, fused with a single symbolic type of element, embodying a kinetic aesthetic that mirrored her stern and enigmatic persona. The fabric of her outfit appeared to be woven sleek, metallic fibers that hugged her form like a second skin, enchanting her lithe and daunting presence. Embedded within the fabric were intricate patterns of circuitry, glowing softly with a subtle luminescence that traced her silhouette.

From her shoulders, slender metallic tendrils extended like neutral pathways, pulsing with energy and serving both decorative and functional components of her magnetic ensemble. With a flick of her wrist, a glowing energy resonated from the floating amulet, shooting towards the direction of the masked feline, but his movements were a swerve of evasion and counterattack, each step deliberate and purposeful. Dodging with a cocky grin, effortlessly slipping past the onslaught of striking sense of energy from the amulet. His slit eyes never wavered, somewhat always one step ahead of the next attack.

“You little nimble cat, make it easy for the both of us, and hand me that ring of yours.” The female villain demanded in irritation, flicking her wrist once more and targeting the masked feline’s line of direction. “Sorry, but I have to deny the commitment! Proposing is quite a big deal, only Milady gets that privilege from me!” Chat noir shrugged, as the portion of energy went past the hero’s figure, but a set of magnetic infused objects started getting attracted from where the glowing energy had been shot at. Almost half of the objects damaged already in terms of getting out of its built-in place and swiftly flying towards the direction of the knowing feline.

“What a plan you have there! I see where you're getting at–!” With a rather intimidated expression plastering over his face, he attempted to get a headstart, turning around and sprinting back — thinking of some type of tool around the area that he could use to knock a few of the heavy laid objects off to a non-lethal direction. Although- to his luck, he felt a wave of energy burst and collide with his hand, surrounding a major base of the area, as the objects completely darted to his hand. More to his split second reaction when he saw a bus coming to his view from the right, stopping in time, as the weights of the metal bollard was first to press onto his hand followed by the others, making him crash into the middle side of the bus.

“She's really serious about that connection huh- this won't come off.” Chat muttered below his breath, trying to remove the magnetized fixtures and objects from his hand, mostly half his arm with the size of the bollard stuck onto it also. He looks towards the distantly figured from afar, walking painfully slow, as if cherishing the sense of victory that she caused. The masked feline gulped down, presenting a nervous laugh. “What a poor way to turn the events, after all.. victory was already under my name.” She muses, closing her eyes and flicking her wrist accordingly, the ominous energy from the amulet prepares to launch.

“Not on my watch, Magnetica!” The villainess sharply switches her gaze, barely scraping by in terms of the gray-masked heroine’s attack. The bluenette counted her steps, looping her jumping ropes around Magnetica’s arm, though- the female villain shot off the energy loaded amulet towards Multimouse. As the masked bluenette almost dodges if the opponent didn't take advantage of the heroine’s wrapped jumping rope around her arm and pulled her right when she attempted to avoid her charged source.

“Feeling cornered, quivering mouse?” Multimouse’s lips twist in a frown, as she quickly unwinds her jump rope from Magnetica’s arm. Backing off and putting a hand over the side of her waist, that's slowly forming into a glowing white outline. Her feline teammate has already been restrained, the only best course of action is to lead Magnetica somewhere out of the area before she gets tackled down due to the magnetic source that's now formed beside her waist, in remaining mind that their bug partner will show up any second now. Unless, their red-spotted partner is in need of assistance too and constrained somewhere, then- that would be a major problem.

“You say that, but I am still free from all corners, Magnetica! Is this all you’ve got? Sigh.. I was expecting much more.” Multimouse holds her chin with fluttering eyelashes, forming an upwards smile. Magnetica furrowed her eyebrows, heating up an incoming fused attack and targeting the masked bluenette once more. But Multimouse quickly dodges, a yelp escaping from her mouth as she didn't expect a mailbox to appear from the direction to her left, almost getting hit at her waist – where the magnetic outline is currently laid.

Not wasting much time to let the fixtures and other objects gather from all directions, she briefly jumped over a nearby street light and continued until she perfectly landed on top of a roof. Taunting a high wave from Magnetica, as the female villain scoffed, swiftly if not graciously making her way up towards the rooftop, just in time for Multimouse to launch a quick attack and dart off when she missed. Trying to secure the plan she made inside her head and lead Magnetica out of her troubled-made field.

—

“I told you to stay where it's safe! Why did you follow me out here–”

“Because you're being idiotic yourself! Haven't you grown out of that headspace of yours?” Soun flick the side of your forehead, causing you to rub it multiple times, before sending him a perturbed stare. Both of you are currently crouched down and hiding behind a car, trying to avoid anything that's moving around left and right, getting stamped into the pile. “I'm not being idiotic, I'm just-! Trying to warn people..” You mumbled the last sentence under your breath, however the unkempt auburn haired male somehow heard as he clicked his tongue.

“Wouldn't you argue that mostly everyone knows the danger by now, right when they see floating things crashing around?” You open your lips to speak but then pause, unable to come up with a better reason to put up. “Didn't think so, doesn't this city have heroes? Leave it up to them and don't endanger yourself, that's stupid.” You have a lot of words and reasons pretty much bottled up inside your throat, but you have no choice but to force them down and swallow. You turn your head across the street, seeing a girl around your age trying to scurry her way out of the area without getting hit. An idea popping up inside your head, as you saw a good opportunity to grasp by.

And with that, you hastily stood up from your place and put your bookbag above your head, sprinting across and in the direction of the troubled girl. “Y/n..! Where- that idiot hasn't changed at all.” Soun sighed, putting a palm over the side of his head, looking around for anything he could use to cover if he's thinking about moving from his place as well. You managed to reach the timid girl, grabbing her arm quickly and running forward into the bustling pedestrian lane. A frightened squeak falling from her mouth when a store sign dangerously flies across both of your heads, only an inch to spare you two any injuries. “That was close.. it's okay, we're fine.” You softly comforted, leading her further until you saw a nearby bookstore

A portion of the front wall of it is destroyed, but seemingly there's minimal danger around it, so you swiftly open the door and lead her inside, both of you panting. Spotting a few people peeking from behind the bookshelves, with a concerned look on their faces but also quite puzzled. You hurry over and guide the panic-stricken girl towards the empty aisle, as you put both of your hands onto her shoulders. “H-Ha.. You're safe here, I- need to go..” You remove your hands from her shoulders, wiping the sweats that drip down from your forehead, and turning back to leave the store. The girl stiffened from her place, placing her hand over her forehead as she was sort of recovering from the shock that's been happening at once.

You flinched as you covered your ears from another deafening crash, shifting your attention to the side, your eyes turning small for a second. “C-Chat noir..?” Your voice went pass like a lingering wind, the sound of it unnoticeable. The masked feline visibly trapped within the weight confines of the objects restraining him, keeping him in place. You were about to go ahead and run towards him to help– although you caught a glimmering green light from the corner of your eye. Knowing exactly that signature paw print, you didn't hesitate to move over to the traffic light, seeing how Chat’s weapon is attached to the pole a bit high.

You jump over to grab it, managing to hold onto it with one hand, your feet kicking in the air as you try to pull it down. And– you successfully did, but you ended up landing on your bottom. You stood up, drawing a breath as you remained a proper hold of Chat’s weapon in hand, with your bookbag on the other. And it might've taken you quite a while, but you reach close towards where the feline hero is trapped against. His palm opened, as if he was coming to a silent conclusion that he might need to use his cataclysm in order to free himself. Slit eyes widened upon seeing you, momentarily, at a loss of words. “Y/–.. be careful- be careful!” He stammered, nearly forgetting that he wasn't supposed to know your name– yet at least.

You nod your head with a sheepish smile, rushing over to him, being dumbfounded for a second – darting your eyes left and right, as you look down at the metal staff in your hand. “Stay still, I think this would work..” Chat blinked, curious pupils landing locks on you. “The floor is yours, I’ll keep an eye out for you.” With that, you press hold on the middle paw print of the metal staff, drawing a quick jolt from you as it extends abruptly, dropping your bookbag in the process. The blonde feline couldn’t help but chuckle at your small struggle, he offered out his other hand as your gaze fell on it. “Need some help? What's the big idea?” He questions with a hint of subtle tone in his voice, as you hand him over the metal staff, adjusting its extension – correctly so. 

“Not much, we could use that and angle it beneath this thing to loosen it enough for your hand to slip away through.” You say, tapping the metal bollard that's keeping the masked feline’s hand trapped. “You're onto something,” Chat mused, returning his weapon back in your palm, entrusting the said plan to you. Examining the narrow edges and ways for a moment, you direct the end of the metal staff underneath the tapered edge of the bollard. Pressing it securely, as you push down onto the extended weapon, a silver lining up into your eyes noticing it inches a movement.

Chat remains a watchful eye behind you, and it seems like both of you will have to be on borrowed time as he catches sight of the main key of the chaos — that Paris is currently below into. “Can you do me a quick favor–!” You turned towards the masked feline, almost flinching at his urgent tone, his grin plastered nervously. “Uhm, okay?” You say, switching your gaze back onto the task at hand, though– a half gasp escaping from your lips as Chat moves without delay – his hand wrapping around your upper arm, bringing you close to him. Your side being pressed up against his chest, confusion bubbling up in your system.

“Stay put for me.” Hearing his voice close to your ear, you froze – not knowing how to exactly react. His hand went across your back, grabbing a hold of the other end of his weapon, replicating your action as he applied further pressure. The weight seemingly being lifted off of his restrained hand, slowly moving it out of the area – dropping off of your space out mind, you push down on it as well until he's able to tug his hand free. “Finally, ack- now I feel numb!” The white half portion of outline stamped onto his palm, from the looks of it – attempting to absorb any metal energy, grasping your line of sight. And one thought comes to your mind – 

“Cov..Cover..! We need something to cover it with!” You look around, searching for any fabric or material to coat it. However – a sinister voice made you stop, your jaw tightening in place. “What do we have here? Decided to offer a helping hand? Bad choice, little one.” Magnetica ticked, swirling the energy around her finger. Not sparing her a single stare, you firmly lock your fingers with Chat, concealing the magnetic source so as to not drive any attention of nearby materials. The masked feline was left astounded, words shuffling up inside his head, looking down on your intertwined fingers.

“We can't stay around like this–!” You say, about to lead the blonde feline away from the commotion. “Then why don't you hold tight, lovely~?” Suddenly, you were taken back, both of you sharing a split second stare before you felt his arm swiftly going under your knees as his intertwined hand with yours adjusted around your back – lifting you up from the ground, squeezing your hand with his at the feeling of not likely accustomed to being picked up. “Don't worry, I won't drop you.” He gives you a wink, as you return with a bewildered gaze.

“Chat noir! Hurry and find a safe location for her to bring to. Magnetica and I still have some loose ends we need to talk about.” Multimouse drops down infront of the both of you, an assured smile coloring her lips, as she ready up her weapon. “Got it, where's Sekkibug? Haven't received anything from her.” Chat adjusted his staff from under your knee, the weapon opening up its screen as he dragged his slit pupils across, looking for any notifications – but found none. You gulped down, realization dawning on you. Multimouse hastily dodges Magnetica’s attempted fire, making the villainess groan in fury. “I'm not sure either..!” The bluenette replied, as the masked feline’s expression partially waver.

Closing his eyes for a moment, before opening it up – exhaling a breath. He turned around and pressed the middle end of his staff, taking both of you into great heights as he landed on top of a roof. Continuing to run further into the direction, you gaze up – seeing the flicker of concern in his features. Now.. you didn't know just how hard it would get having to control both your life and the life of your counterpart. How will you even tell him you're fine without hovering over too much information? Should you just.. keep it to yourself? You don't know.. it didn't take much to scoot close to your urge.

“Maybe.. Sekkibug’s just running late? She wouldn't want you to worry too much..” Chat spared you a swift glance, his lips turning into a small smile as he lightly chuckled. “..I hope so, haha.. Am I being too obvious?” He hops down from a building and into a small alleyway. “A little bit.. I can't blame you.” You say, as he sets you down, with you feeling more comfortable now that your feet are touching the concrete ground. “Of course, Milady has this on a chokehold, you know.” He snickered, putting a hand over his chest, you playfully shook your head at his statement, as you looked over to his  leather belt – suddenly getting an idea.

“Hand me your belt for a second.” Chat perk up a brow, before following up with your request, undoing his belt around his lower waist as he lends it to you. “This would be a better replacement, check it from time to time to make sure it hasn't loosened.” You say, untangling your fingers with his as you bandage his magnetic fused hand with the belt, wrapping the remaining leather tail around his arm. “Comes in handy, hm? Sharp thinking.” You blinked, as you sent him an unamused stare once you figured out his intended pun.

“I think Multimouse could use your help dealing with Magnetica, you have hero duties to do. She wouldn't want you slacking around.” You clasped your hand together behind your back with a close-eyed smile. Though you stumbled on your footing, caused by the masked feline placing his hand on top of your head and ruffling your hair. “Ehh–!” You put both of your palms onto his hand that's above your head, stopping his relentless act. “Not even a thank you? I’ll go if you say it.” Chat teased, somehow slipping by your grasp as he gave you a pinch on your cheek, a pout forming – feeling his claws lightly digging at your skin. “W-We're even actually..!” You pointed out, your words slightly out of tone and muffled from the way your cheek is lifted up than the other.

“Oh, you're not wrong, aww.. how about your name? That's it!” You let out a small sigh, there isn't anything wrong with giving him your name – it's not like you’ll regularly meet him anyway, aside from maybe your counterpart. You gave in, muttering it under your breath. “It's.. Y/n.” His cat ear twitched, a smile forming onto his lips. “Y/n, already sounding too precious? Don't doubt it, I'll see you again soon, Y/n~” He coos, not giving you much time to react as he smoothly lifts up your hand and places a gentle kiss on the back of it. Bleaming in another upwards smirk, as he pressed the middle button of his staff – propelling him up accordingly, landing onto the roof and quickly turning his way back into the previous location. Leaving you stricken in your place, your lips opening to speak but it's already too late.

You feel gentle shuffling under your sleeves, as the red Kwami smoothes her way out of the ends – quickly twirling in the air as she floats up to face you. “He can be confusing sometimes, or is it only me?” Tikki aligned her tiny hand under her chin, as you shook your head with a small smile. “No Tikki, he is confusing.” You quirk an eyebrow, tracing a gentle caress of your finger along the side of the red Kwami’s face, evoking a soft giggle from Tikki. Nevertheless, another deafening crash has erupted, slicing through the sense of your hearing. The sound was a violent crescendo, a chorus of chaos reverberating through the urban labyrinth. Distant car alarms joined the dissonant symphony of the city’s unrest. You and Tikki look at each other with concern expressions, one thing is for sure —

“The people are counting on us,” You clutch your hand, glancing in both directions before saying — “Tikki, spots on..” The red Kwami nodded as she soon ascended towards your earring, the tone of your voice lingering firm yet to not attract unwanted attention in the process of the transformation. A mixture of glowing light pink and white firstly transferring from the top until it reaches to the limit below your lead vibrant loafer shoes. Form-fitting suit hugging your skin, you unclip your yoyo that's around your waist, refusing to let  another second pass by as you target your yoyo upwards across the balcony railing. The yoyo wraps around the spindle, prompting you towards it with a tug of your fingers onto the string. You effortlessly land on top of the railing, your foot balancing, as you scan a higher building to wrap your yoyo around for a brisk swing. And once you did, you quickly threw your yoyo towards the far off chimney, clinging it around.

You tug on the string once more, jumping off the balcony railing, the yoyo sending you into great heights, swinging by the area of the city. As when you undo your yoyo out of its current source, you proceed to target it around another and another, continuously swinging further without delay until you can now see the prime focus that triggered a harsh setting of metropolitan tumult. You narrowly avoided a soaring street sign, as you set your feet onto the slim base, pushing it downwards as you leap off of it mid air. Immediately undo your yoyo from its clinged place, retracting it back to your hand as you hastily turn back, circling it around the middle base of the street sign before it could hit the ground.

Without any second thoughts, launching it towards the main magnetic source of it all. Blue eyes landing onto your form, both of you making eye contact as you tilt your head to the side, signaling her to move aside. The bluenette grins, buying more of Magnetica’s time in those cowering seconds. “Chat, on your left!” Your voice cut through the atmosphere, undoubtedly earning the masked feline’s attention as he looked over his shoulder. The expression on your face as when he didn't follow through in time, leading to you pulling onto your strings as you land onto the ground, dunking your head — releasing your yoyo around the street sign, letting it go by.

“Milady–” A grunt slips out of the blonde feline’s mouth, when your yoyo envelopes around his abdomen, tugging him towards you — in terms of avoiding Magnetica’s attempted fused attack from making contact on your teammate’s figure. A small mistake revolving your part, as Chat almost collided with you — but the masked feline skimmed his arm across your back before you could potentially stumble backwards from the close proximity. You look up, meeting his seeping green hues, he charms you with a wry smile. “What took you so long, Cuddlebug? I’ve missed you..!” Chat whines, and you are about to open your mouth to speak although your eyes widen when he leans in with his lips pursed together.

Your voice trails off an awkward – “Aha..” as you raise your palm and press it under the masked feline’s jaw, leaning your head back as you lightly push his face away – making your indication clear. “Chat, focus! We can't afford to risk anything right now, Paris is all in shambles!” You say with a resolute tone, your eye catching another attempted strike belonging to Magnetica, targeting from behind the masked feline. Undoing your yoyo around him with seconds to spare, your hand gripping onto your partner’s arm as you dragged Chat to the side – barely on time. “If it isn't Sekkibug who has finally joined my field, you're late. It’ll be all the more satisfying when your miraculous is in my possession.” Magnetica smiles evilly, a scoff then running down her lips once Multimouse goes for an attack.

As both of you and Chat look over towards Magnetica, the blonde feline returns back to face you. Playfully letting out a laugh, making you switch your gaze back at him with a confused stare, especially the frown that's visible on your lips. “She's just jealous, Milady. Obsessed with me in fact!” Chat stated aloud, earning an even more confused glance from you. “I– don't need to know that, Chat.” You sigh, unimpressed by the masked feline’s statement. He sparks you a teasing smirk, brushing his shoulder. “Is Cuddlebug the one getting jealous, purr–haps?” The masked feline murmurs, as you firmly cross your arms at his teasing claim. 

“That's the last thing on my mind, Kit-Kat.” You hummed with a close-eyed smile, lifting up one of your hands as you clatter his bell with the tip of your finger. “It's still on your mind either way, Milady~” Chat remarked, right as you smoothly walked past him, shifting his head towards you. “Enough meowing, and begin pouncing, Chat. Leave it for later.” You wave your finger, not turning back as you let your yoyo fall from your hand — before spinning it simultaneously, with an unwavering smile, continuing to walk towards Magnetica. “Meow?” The black suited feline adds, while he leans over his extended metal staff with his chin hovering over the top, his smug grin very much visible.

Moving with precision, you quicken your steps until you were sprinting towards Magnetica, her glinted eyes counter your attack — the floating amulet in the nick of blasting a charged shot, although it was a slim chance it could’ve ended in her favor, you manage to barely tangle your yoyo around the amulet, causing Magnetica to step back to stop your attempt. And that might’ve just given you a perfect picture of where the akuma might be. A solid reason.

You wrapped your yoyo around an approaching fixture – going for Multimouse’s line of direction, remaining in a blink of an eye as you pull it down for it to meet the concrete ground instead. While the masked feline kept you covered in the course, a swift rotation of his metal staff was enough to conquer her strike. “Say, since you're acquainted with magnets,” Chat trails off with a curious yet flowy tone, turning his body to the side – carelessly dodging a detached car door, as he spun his weapon, brushing his shoulder a bit before continuing. “Do you agree that Milady and I have that magnetic pull between me and her?”

The visible deadpan faces that you, Multimouse and even Magnetica weren't hard to notice. “Are you that foolish? Don’t question me about that!” The female villain’s level of hatred and anger couldn't suffice much longer, letting her power do its work as she shot at a specific spot. Her unexpected sidestep causes you to retract back, your shoulder accidentally meeting with Chat’s chest, as he places his hand across your shoulder in a gesture to make sure you're okay. “That was a bad moment to ask,” The masked feline chuckled, however your eyes widened as a street sign was headed both your way. It was indeed a cycle of mess, as you got a small glimpse of Magnetica’s evil grin in the midst of her fighting with Multimouse. And before you could even make sense of the reason she's grinning, there’s not enough time to process it.

You moved quickly, with you spinning your yoyo to defend against the overwhelming magnet-attracted objects, while Chat did the same with his metal staff, rotating the said weapon to retaliate any close encounters. Despite that however, with the amount of strong magnetic effect around, Chat's hold on his weapon was slipping off, as it went flying in an angle upwards. “I swear, my own weapon is lacking loyalty!” You notice the mishap at the corner of your eye, fortunate enough – it was about to head past you, and then you wait for that small chance to time it right. As you were able to grab a firm hold of the metal staff, the force caused you to get pulled for a moment towards its direction but your traction against the ground kept you on foot.

The masked feline went over to you, in order to help — although, that only resulted in a mistake as you both weren't expecting one of the city fixtures to come out of nowhere, propelling you both into the air and as soon you and Chat landed onto the ground, knocking the wind out of both of you. Mixture of your grunts and huffs corresponding with the impact, as the two of you rolled over the road – Chat kept a tight hold around you, his other hand placed against the back of your head. The side of your face pressed against his chest, ending with you on top of him. A blush forms onto the blonde feline’s features, quicken beats of his heart didn't go unnoticed by your eardrum. Pretending a cough, he played it off –

“She's giving mixed signals, wouldn't you say so, Milady?” Pushing both of your hands onto the concrete ground, Chat blinks twice before slipping his hand from your head and laying it against your cheek, allowing you to lift your head to face him. His slit pupils are shrinking slightly, focusing solely on you and his dangerous pace of heartbeats. For him, it felt like time went by so slowly for a moment, unable to keep himself from getting lost within it. Those eyes that he could only wish will set on him one day – just like his that already have locked themselves onto you since. He didn't if so realize that only a mere two seconds had transpired in between, he felt your hand placed on top of his own – heavens.. he can't look away-

“Gnh-?” A confused expression flickers on his face after you block his face with your palm, as you then spoke. “She has plenty of signals around already, what's left for us is to take the hint, come on.” You say, removing your hand from his face and pulling yourself up, with your other hand holding his – helping him up on his feet. “It's you-! Oh I've been searching for you, have you been hiding like a little coward?” A breaking sound of a voice made both of you turn your heads, your expression wavering when you saw Multimouse landed roughly against the ground from Magnetica’s use of attack. “Multimouse..!” You sling up your yoyo back to your hand, gripping it as you run towards your teammate to aid her.

Chat extended his weapon accordingly, making sure to gain more pressure around it to ensure it doesn't slip off again. He didn't move from his place just yet, his gaze concentrating on Magnetica’s shift of attention. “P-Please! I-I found it, I found it..!” The person shakens, his appearance wrinkled with sweat and fear, he tries to walk towards the female villain – but his foot is stuttering to make a step. His hand up in the air, holding a bangle bracelet, its silver base shining within the sunlight. “Hand it over, now.” He flinched from Magnetica's tone, he nodded fearfully, attempting to hurry – but the bracelet was suddenly getting pulled by one of the magnetic sources, the look of panic on his face was inevitable. “N-No! I-It's falling off!” He scraped his teeth, trying to pull the bracelet back, but it was futile as his hold vanished from it, and the only thing he could do was reach his hand out.

Magnetica’s eyes shot wide, she moves to the bracelet’s source of direction, the chaos of fixtures avoiding her presence – as to not land any hit on her figure. Her field of vision kept intact on the bangle bracelet, though – she blinks when it stops, a black gloved hand securing hold of it. The faint sound of his sharp claw accidentally grazing onto the silver base, she went silent and immovable on her stance. The masked feline shrugs her piercing glare, he adjusted the bracelet right on his knuckles – providing a taunting act despite any consequences. “Is this your kind of style? Silver with this design is nice and all,” He turns his hand like so, as if examining the bangle bracelet, brushing his thumb on the intricate patterns. “But gold could maybe suit it better.”

CLINKKK..!!

A low huff came out of his mouth, his grip tensed around his staff, the screeching noise of metal dragging down on metal was an unsettling feeling on the eardrums. His unnatural instinct saved him from the sharp top point of a detached street lamp, the glass breaking in the process of his defense. Bits of multiple shards that explode close to his face, causing him to lower his head, front hair casting down on the middle bridge of his nose. “I guess you didn't like the suggestion?” His voice sways through, putting up an innocent grin as he lifts his head up after. Then followed by a fused shot coming his way, dodging shouldn't be that hard – but the approaching magnet source was both attracting his weapon and the bracelet, stubbornly leading him towards it rather than avoiding it.

From where you're standing, you saw the scene happening after tending Multimouse and helping her from any encounters with the fixtures –  especially since she's also at a disadvantage with the glowing white outlite stuck on the side of her waist. It comes with an itch for you to head towards your feline companion as well, although — a faint gasp passes from your lips. The huge shadow dimming the sun from the masked feline’s view, Chat could see it, Multimouse could see it, the few people standing distance away could see it, Magnetica could sense it – You thought you could prevent it if you could just wrap your yoyo around and use any other support nearby to stop it. But you already hesitated, the timing won't be right.

Only the best course of action is to use your voice.. even if it’ll barely help or it will, you always knew not to take any chances if not necessarily.

“Chat noir– Cataclysm!!” You shouted through the barriers of your throat, the blonde feline’s expression shifted – that flashy smirk lining up. He lifts up his right hand, tossing the bracelet up high, a firm tone elevates, as he activates his ability, following the word — “Cataclysm!” A bubbling void-like particle floats on his palm, destruction awaiting the touch it places. The car alarm rang above, its shadow dimming onto his figure moreover, a momentary advantage for Magnetica. Quickly dissolve as the feline hero’s hand presses firm onto the car, turning it into nothing but fragments of ashes, as it falls like leaves onto the ground. “Give that back, that doesn't belong to you!” Magnetica charges towards him, a nick of time as he leaps up to retrieve the tossed bracelet, then landing back.

“How about a trade~? Where is your akuma hiding from?” He puts the bracelet back onto his knuckles, catching a quick glimpse of the masked bluenette dashing from the corner of his eye. “Do you take me as an idiot? How about handing me your miraculous first!” He counters her moves and hits, receiving a scowl from the female villain. “Two for one?” You tap the tip of your finger onto the front of your yoyo, your chin tilted up a bit, wondering. They halted for a moment, Magnetica through clenched teeth– looking at you. You sent her a careless smile, hinting at an ideal opportunity. “If so, that bracelet might be made out of lucky— charm..!” You throw your yoyo upwards, a burst of shining red particles starts to surround it, creating a specific object. And, happens to be a.. chain necklace?

You reach up and obtain the red and black small spotted item before any magnet source could attract it. Multimouse ready her weapon at hand, attempting to catch Magnetica off guard – as the villainess steer her gaze at the masked bluenette. Both sides eager to overtake and defeat the other, while the black suited feline sweeps in to join the battle dance. “A thin necklace? What plan am I going to do with this?” You scan around, a little surprised mumble flowing out of your lips, as you spin your yoyo to your side – stopping a metal object from stealing a hit. You knitted your eyebrows together, determined to figure it out. You kept a firm hold of the chain necklace. “There has to be a way.”

“S-Sekkibug..!” A male voice from behind drags you from your thoughts, he hurries over towards you, cowardly trying not to get hurt as he reaches you. Then when you turn back to face him, he desperately holds your hand with both of his, squeezing your palm shakily. “P-Please, you need to help me! I don't wanna get fired from my job! T-That bracelet needs to get returned to Ms Heima..!” He begged, you blinked twice at his request. Ms Heima? Who exactly is her..? Or is he- referring.. Routing your gaze back to the female villain, you wave off the many clouds above your head.

To Magnetica..? The slick shine of the silver bracelet manages to catch your eye, clamped right onto Chat’s knuckles. A spark twinkle around your pupils, picturing an idea inside your head. Your lips gracing into a smile, you face back the panicked individual infront of you, as you gave him a pat on the shoulder. “Don't you worry, I think I know exactly what to do in order to return it around her wrist.” You reassured, a hint of mischief in your tone yet he didn't seem to notice. “R-Really?! Oh- thank you so much, Sekkibug..!” He bow down his head onto your hand in gratitude, as you scratch the back of your head from the unexpected gesture. “No need to thank me, we’ll handle it. Please, stay safe.” He lifts up his head, nodding eagerly before scurrying off. Looking down on the thin necklace in your hand, you were about to go on and head towards your feline teammate.

But it seems like he already beat you to it. His arm trailing across your back, supporting you as he swivels you around and against his side. Orienting his metal staff, fending off the close approaching fixtures from meeting you off guard, both of you slowly walking backwards. “Who would've known that you had plenty of time for chit chatting?” He muses, with a little edge to his undertone than usual. Your thoughts got a bit shambled up to reply instantly, shifting your gaze. “Isn't that my job, Cuddlebug?” He leans in close, his breathing hovering over yours — quickly shutting him off as you press the back of your closed hand against his cheek, turning his face back ahead.

“He asked me for help, I had to. And it might've just given me an idea, can you hand me the bracelet? I have a plan.” He hummed playfully with close eyes, before unexpectedly sliding his arm off your back, making you wobble backwards – your foot traction on the ground wasn't enough, as it was at that point – relying on your back heel to balance yourself. “Chat–!?” You called out in the middle of your fall, though– he still managed to seize you before then, his hand capturing yours in a swift intertwine. It occurred quicker than what you could comprehend in your daily studies — and the only thing your mind centered on entirely was the silver bracelet that seamlessly slips over your intertwined hand with his til it settles around your wrist. “How many times have you fallen for me, Milady~?”

A tint of puzzlement looms onto your face, ignoring his question altogether as you pull yourself up using his lent hand. A last dot of time when you drag him over behind you – switching places as you spin your yoyo in shield of Magnetica’s charged shot. “Almost but not quite, Magnetica.” You provoked, your face displaying a composed and unbothered expression. “I can't tell you just how much I despise bugs! Bring me back what's mine!” Magnetica seethes, bawling her fists as she carves a path towards both you and the masked feline. “The tables are turning around, Magnetica! Actually I can invite one more visitor..!” Multimouse chuckles, her jump rope slowly glowing bright pink as she activates the ability — “Multitude!” The exact replica of her appeared, an addition to her defense against the overwhelming metals around the city. “Oh I didn't cower, you insolent mouse. After your little bug friend drops like a fly under my wrath, you’ll certainly be next!” Magnetica laughs evilly, as the twin Multimouses share each other a dismissive look.

“Saving me for last? See, I told you she's obsessed with me, Milady.” Chat grins, his remark filling your brain with loading errors, as you couldn't help but facepalm yourself. However a beeping alert transcends from the blonde feline’s ring, as he crosses his slit pupils down to check, roughly three charges remaining. “Nevermind, it's reversed, I’ll be the first..!” Chat nervously jokes, as he lunges towards Magnetica, thrilled for a fight despite the short amount of time he has left. You lead your yoyo back to your hand, raising your wrist and locking the lucky charm’s necklace onto the bracelet, a small click resounding after. Yet abruptly — a startled noise came from the masked feline’s direction. His metal staff overpowering his grip, throwing him off into a bunch of metal fixtures. The horizontally extended weapon against his stomach pinning him firmly, struggling to break free.

“You bit your own tongue, how interesting!” Magnetica mocked, firing a fused charge behind her continuously – a sabotage towards the masked bluenette who’s right on her tail. You glance for a second at your feline companion, a sense of urgency showering down. For some reason, he's always been at risk, you don't particularly get it. However he hasn't shown any deep concerns about the thought, but.. that's also the reason why that reminds you so much of.. him. Risky and cocky, flirty also. It's so distinctively him, even his luck is outwardly against him too. You find it silly, but even with the latter– worried also. So through and through, you wouldn't allow such an ending. And you're certain, neither does your other teammate.

And then you.. waited.

Standing still, making eye contact with the villainess — till you can snatch the opportunity, and snatch you did. Once she even angled her fused amulet at her main target, it was already too late to back down from. As the magnetic charge shot in your direction, you sprinted forward and threw her silver bracelet directly at her as well. Both item and magnetic energy barely hit one another from the force. Magnetica’s lips widened, as she retrieved her bracelet, returning it onto her wrist, only noticing the thin red and black spotted necklace locked onto her bracelet at a moment’s notice. You use the front of your yoyo as prevention from her magnetic shot, your yoyo glowing white at the outline. Point on the dot, you smirked. Going exactly how you blue printed inside your head.

A beep rings in your senses, a major sand loss on the hourglass. Your eye twitch, launching your yoyo towards Magnetica, an already satisfied smile on her face at two Multimouses hurdling to defend against the bundle of city fixtures and scraps rushing their way from behind her. She merely yawns in indifference, turning her body to the side, resulting in your yoyo to go past her. Then.. “Wait, why is this–” she froze from her place, a faint sound of the swaying chain necklace connecting to your yoyo’s magnetic source. Her arm was forced to go with it, causing her whole body to be pulled back. She crashes into her own pile of metal ruins, grunts leaving her throat. “Multimouse, destroy the amulet!” You yelled, dodging the heavy swirling metals that fortunately and unfortunately got attracted by your yoyo’s magnetic source. The two bluenette’s turned their heads, before nodding in unison. “We will, Sekkibug!”

“No..! This can't be happening! You.. Sekkibug, what did you do!?” Fierce anger displayed in her eyes, not receiving any answer from you as she could only watch as her amulet broke into pieces onto the ground. Her eyes closed in defeat, as the ominous black and glowing purple butterfly was revealed and out of the bridge of control. All of the magnetic energy slowly falters and loses grasp of connection, falling one by one from either the air or its stamped place. You halt in your step once you're face to face with the akumatized victim. Grabbing her wrist and unclipping the lucky charm necklace from the bracelet, and swiftly returning your yoyo back to your hold. Staring up at the escaping akuma as you took some steps back.

“We had seen through your tricky disguise, evil akuma.” You glide your finger across the middle of your yoyo, as it opens up evenly and reveals the inner dimension. Latching the strings onto your pointer and middle finger gracefully, slinking the yoyo across the down line of the strings as you revert it back and swathe it around your other wrist. Then abruptly retract the movements, spinning your yoyo synchronously. “Don't fret now, and face justice!” Locking your sight onto the flailing akuma, with due time you throw your yoyo towards its flying progression, having a successful capture of the akuma as your yoyo immediately closes back, momentarily snaring the akuma. “Trapped ya’!”

You stare down at your yoyo, pressing its main front, triggering it to open as the newly white butterfly flutters out. “Fly high, purified butterfly.” You bid the butterfly a soft farewell, lending your hand under it for a bit, as the white butterfly continues to fly into the blue skies. Another beep from your earring scoops your attention, as you press a finger on top of it, the third spots already flickering out. You wouldn't want to know how much your feline teammate has left, so with that, you drag your hand downwards before throwing the red and black spotted object into the air, firmly shouting —

“Miraculous Ladybug!”

The lucky charm item bursts into multiple tiny ladybugs, all of them splitting into different directions, clearing out the awful mess that the city endured in the present time. And soon, returning the akumatized victim back into her original appearance, her eyes flutter open rapidly. Looking around with a fuddled expression, before standing up on her own. “How did I end up here?” She questions, an addition to her baffled mind as she saw the two– three? female heroes infront of her, and then a masked cat-like male running up next to the bug spotted heroine. She wasn't expecting to meet the superheroes face to face, but she guessed wrong. A curious spark on her face as you all did a signature gesture. “Pound it!” And on the spot, the masked feline’s ring last charge blinks nonstop as a warning of de-transformation.

“Happened twice now! The bad luck is growing on me day by day.” Chat cried out as a dramatic effect, taking his metal staff from his back. “I wonder when my lucky charm will come and save my bad omen, one day~” The blonde feline sent you a sneaky look from the corner of his eyes, a hint in his message that you half figured out but– half not. “Chat, you need to go, you're about to change back–” You pause when he unexpectedly lifts up your chin by the top edge of his staff. “You're such a worrywart, Cuddlebug.” He teased, as he pulled back quickly and turned around, and just like in that alleyway — leaving you stricken and confused at his direct and indirect actions. Or are you the only one not processing very direct clues from your feline teammate?

“Ahem..” Ms Heima cleared her throat, as she dusted her uniform. You shifted your attention onto the akumatized victim and Multimouse, both of them blinking at what they just witnessed. “Well- Miss..! Haha- if you want I can escort you back to your home? Office? I wouldn't mind.” Multimouse saves the awkward silence, as the woman shakes her head. “No, I'm fine. I think I already troubled you all enough, I’ll call a taxi.” She says with a small smile, bringing up her phone, as Multimouse nodded in her decision. “Stay safe, ma’am. My partner and I will be on our way as well.” You say, as she gave you a nod of her own. And with that, you and Multimouse go on separate ways, traversing effortlessly into the city of Paris. 

Locating your safe spot to de-transform, you drop down onto the corner alleyway near to your house, right across the street. You look left and right, securing if anyone’s shadows will appear in the corner. When you saw none of the sorts, you closed your eyes and softly muttered — “Spots off.” a swift moment transpires as you change back into your civilian form. Your kwami flying out of your earring, you cupped your palms together, as the tired Tikki lay down softly in it, the urge for energy causes her hunger to intensify. “Y-Y/n..” Tikki mumbles, as you quickly pat your pockets for food. A cheery smile hovering over your lips, before taking out the mini bread bun from your left pocket.

As you undo the silk strings, you unwrap it from its plastic, then hand it into Tikki’s small hands after. You let Tikki finish consuming her food, as she smiles in content before smoothing her way inside your sleeves for cover. You got out of the alleyway, a dark colored car infront of your house managed to tickle your eyebrow in curiosity to why it's parked purposely there. By then– you remembered your mother’s supposed visitors. A mixture of panic pierce into your heart, four seconds counter on the pedestrian countdown. You run hastily towards the lane, crossing the street in time as you drew a breath. Your legs took you infront of your front door, not knowing if you should knock or ring the doorbell– or just walk in..! Well– you already erase option three in the clouds above your head.

The doorbell would be preferable, atleast you think so.. you shake your head, okay– you’ll just go ring the doorbell and hope your mother answers the door instead..! And if not– well, just go come up with some light lies, like got trapped in the midst of the akumatization or something? Yup that's clearly reasonable– you paused.. a ring from your phone causing you to look back and snatch your phone a bit too hard from your back pocket. Strange glances from passersby throwing your way, you quickly press the doorbell – before facing the door— but there isn't any door anymore, only an opened one. Your eyes slowly go up to meet those glinted gray hues, his severe gaze darting on yours, you gulped down awkwardly.

“Did being a reporter work out, Y/n?”

Why do you have a feeling that he's not going to easily let that go..?

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I like claw noir's transformation but i hate that muddy ass hair give my boy his platinum rebel transformation from the 2D concepts

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"You're part of the drawn where the light comes from the dark You're part of the morning and everything matters To me" - Aurora

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Miracle laid in Serendipity: Unveiling the Voyage of Miraculous Bearers

The Unknowing Tale between Y/n L/n & Adrien Agreste

Chapter 03: Floral Sequence

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Third — Point of View.

Perspective of Adrien Agreste.

“Plagg, where did you hide my other pair of socks? I can't find it anywhere..” He continued to look around his room, eyeing his Kwami from time to time to see if the little troublemaker did hide it. Although the sly Kwami only lets out a yawn, holding the stinky cheese with both of his tiny hands. “I don't know what you're talking about, kid! I'm trying to enjoy some delicious camembert over here..! Hmph-” Plagg replied, softly rubbing the top of the cheese with heart eyes, while Adrien voiced a slight groan, still looking over any corner to see if it somehow landed there.

Few minutes have passed and he still hasn't found it, a sigh leaving his throat as he takes a seat on his bed. This makes the Kwami peer over his wonderful camembert and look at his owner. He knows that he should probably just tell him where it is right now, but he's getting a bit lazy and besides no one gets to touch his secret stash unless he says so. The little Kwami switches his gaze towards the blonde’s computer, suddenly getting an idea. He smoothly flew over infront of his owner, with cheese still in his hands.

“Stop frowning about it, look! Maybe some Sekkibug photos will cheer you up, eh Lover boy?” The Kwami teased, taking a large bite of his camembert. Adrien looks over his monitor from a slight distance, his face flushing red despite not wanting to admit that his Kwami might be right. He sighed, trying to ignore Plagg’s comment as he stood up from his bed, walking over his window. He gently moved the curtain aside, just enough to get a view of outside.

He does wonder what Sekkibug’s doing right now, are you still awake..? Or you're getting some rest, it is pretty dark outside.. Perhaps you're doing some nightly patrols right now..? That he could only wish for, it wouldn't hurt to spend a bit of personal time with his Cuddlebug.. outside of battle. He doesn't know what exactly he wants.. he probably sounds desperate for attention at this point. It's just that.. it's difficult to lure you away from your duties. Don't get him wrong, it's not that he doesn't want you to look over and watch out for any civilians and make sure they're safe.

He just.. thinks that you're prioritizing the citizens of Paris a bit too much.. You look like you don't have time for any of your partners, and he's aware of how he's picturing you a bit selfish even though you did converse with each of them during nightly patrols. But.. it somehow feels too little for him, like it isn't enough. And eventually you get back into fulfilling your duties and right after that, you end up saying goodbye for the night. It feels sort of suffocating trying to get close to you without the limit you set for yourself unknowingly.

You're only one person.. he knows that, but individuals wouldn't mind if you let your pupils wander off of them for a moment… Maybe he is the selfish one, huh..? That's a statement that he couldn't deny, because deep down he knows he is just that. But – nobody needs to know.. that's a quality that he only knows himself. It's not that bad, he could be selfish every once in a while, right..? He doesn't act like that all the time, just at times when he thinks it's a bit unfair.

What you don't know, wouldn't hurt you.

He draws his green emerald eyes across the city, he wants to say that he only went over to look at the view and nothing else. But, there's no point in lying to himself. He went over to his window for one reason, and one reason only. And that is to catch a glimpse of you.. Chat Noir is not one to give up on his lady so easily, for a moment of respite — it has been approximately one month since his heart started beating in a quickened pace. One month of fighting alongside you.. surely there will come a time where the opportunity is there. Soon enough.

His pupils widened once that familiar figure swung by from rooftops to rooftops, is that really..? There it is again.. he feels his heart wanting to beat right out of his chest. His breathing slowly becomes uneven, he needs to calm down for a second — you're not going anywhere, so he just needs to take a breather. Hold on – you definitely will if he doesn't get his things together and catch up to you..! In a slight panic, he looks over his shoulder and towards his Kwami.

“Plagg.. sorry but it's time for a bit of nightly patrols.” The tiny feline almost cracked his small neck with how fast he turned his head around and towards the blonde boy. “Are you serious, I'm still enjoying my—!” He didn't get enough time to finish his protest when his owner rudely interrupt. “Plagg, claws out.” Adrien says calmly, lifting his hand where his ring is as he momentarily closes his eyes, letting the transformation take place swiftly. Leading to the poor Kwami dropping his camembert in the process and getting sucked into the ring.

He won't be long, well.. he hopes he won't lose track of time, he still has to sleep and get up very early in the morning after all. Who is he kidding..? He's sure you’ll remind him anyway, it's unlikely for you to get lost in the moment when you're with him. Like he will be when he is with you. Duty always calls for your name, not much to say in between that. Who knows.. maybe it’ll be different this time, it wouldn't be him if he doesn't try.

Using his staff to traverse further into the living space of Paris, inkling green eyes looking at your nearing figure. A huff of breath leaving his lips when he finally drops down to the rooftop you're standing from, your back facing him. He stays silent for a moment, just observing you. The atmosphere feels calming for some reason, his gaze dripping onto your moving form. The way you walk close to the chimney from your slight right, before crouching down and taking a seat, your head facing the Eiffel Tower from afar.

You lean against the wall of the chimney beside you, softly breathing.. you look at peace, making his heart swell delicately. And for a minute that he couldn't wait for much longer, he walks towards you. Surprisingly, his footsteps didn't catch your attention, so he took the opportunity to drop down beside you. Were you expecting him..? Why haven't you noticed him yet— he turns his head to look at your face, only for him to answer his own question. Your eyelids flutter close.. And despite the mask covering your upper face, he could tell that there's a hint of fatigue around it.

Your hair flows gently against the merciful wind, plush lips that's stirring up the temptations within him. In his eyes, you look so delicate, meant to be protected, even if you can handle yourself fine on your own. He’ll still be there in times like this when you're vulnerable.. when your body forces you to take a moment of rest. He feels like one day, you'll probably grow accustomed to it.. would be harder to catch you again like this, with your guard down.

Taking the liberty, he gently lifted his hand towards your face, moving your cheek away from the concrete wall and shifting your head softly onto his shoulder. Careful not to accidentally wake you up from your occuring rest. He took a minute to look at your peaceful expression, a warm smile curling up on the corners of his lips. This part of you might be another reason to continue lending you his heart. How heartwarming it would be to wake up in the morning and be greeted with a blessing…

Finally having it in himself to look away from your facial features, he turned his head upright — the sight of the Eiffel Tower welcoming him in view. He tilted his head a bit, gently resting his head on top of yours. His aching fingers crawling beneath your hand that's on your lap, furtively intertwining his fingers with your fragile ones. Before deliberately lifting it up to his awaiting lips, planting a soft kiss on the back of it.

He hopes there’ll be plenty of opportunity for the both of you to spend time like this again as time proceeds. He's looking forward to seeing you everyday, every night.. even in dire times when there's an akuma encounter. Whilst it's not very heroic of him to wish there will be an akuma attack, that is what he truly wants in order to see you every hour of the day, and not just on patrols around the city.

Even as he's now having the time of his life with the one who recklessly holds his heart, he cannot deny the fact that he squeezed his way in to create this moment between the two of you. In a short sense, this wouldn't have happened if you are very much aware and conscious at this second. Maybe fate pitied him for a little while and granted him some interlude between him and his lady. He won't take offense to that if that was really the case.. It makes sense in a way.

All that he could do at this point, is savor the given solace. He’ll just have to try and improve his advances towards you next time, perhaps he’ll get lucky and press some of the pins in your heart. It's never over until you say so yourself, right? If it ever comes to that extent, you better give him a clear reason that’ll set it apart.. if you don't have one, he won't be sure if he’ll take it to heart. And if you do have a justified reason, he still won't be sure in the end.

Because this journey that fate set infront both you and him, it's only has begun.. and he's not planning to let such chances slip by his fingertips.. with every breath you take, he will be there to remind you just how you both are meant to be together. No argument laying around it, he’s sure to do his best to make it a reality you cannot turn a blind eye to.

After all.. he has all the time in the world.

He still has plenty of chances…

And he must say..

You're in for quite a promising adventure…

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Second — Point of View.

Perspective of Y/n L/n.

You stir a bit from your position, one of your fingers twitching as you clasp it close.. expecting to feel the soft covers of your bedsheets, although with your eyebrows scrunching slightly — the way your fingers wrapped around it, the feeling of the cozy fabric is nowhere to be found. Attempting to grip the strange sensation in between your fingers to test it once more. However.. you felt your hand tightened as it's being squeezed gently. It slowly results with your eyes fluttering open, vision a bit blurry before it faintly clears up.

The first thing that came to mind was to look down at your hand to identify what's causing such movement.. only to blink rapidly and stare at it once more, feeling baffled at what you're comprehending. Then the sudden realization is what brought you back to earth, eyes gazing at your heroine's suit. Did.. did you really fall asleep in the middle of your patrol..? That can't be.. you know how heavy of a consequence you will receive if it took a wrong turn..!

“Milady..?” Your body stiffened, hearing that familiar voice. You felt another squeeze transferring against your hand, a gesture of reassurance. Jolting a bit from your place, you quickly turned your face towards the masked feline. Eyes making contact with those intense emerald ones. “Chat.. I–” He briskly cut you off, his sharp claw pressing against your lips. “Shh.. relax, Cuddlebug.” He coos, with a hint of chuckle towards your puzzled gaze.

“I didn't know Milady is such a heavy sleeper~” Hearing his sly voice come back to life, your face falls a bit into an unamused expression. A tint of embarrassment painting your cheeks at his statement. You really need to work on and control your sleeping habits, can't really bash yourself into that realm no longer. Or else it’ll cost you difficulties along the way.

You blinked twice, your lips twitching into an awkward smile. “I.. I was only resting my eyes…” You reason, turning your head away a bit as you cleared your throat. The masked feline however.. couldn't control his impending laughter, as it soon leaped up into the cold but calming atmosphere. You feel the embarrassment displayed on your face leveled up, unaware of how a small pout sneaks its way up to your lips. A pair of eyes yet was fortunate enough to catch a glimpse of it, his amiable laugh dying down.

Every little thing you do.. Why is it always hard to maintain his heart from the cause of it..? Even now he feels the blood pumping through his veins nonstop.. his lips drawing into a warm smile, and he couldn't help but give your hand another squeeze. This time.. for his reassurance. He risked it all the moment he triggered your attention back towards the sensation between your fingers.

And as he expected, you gently attempt to pull away, hesitation fills his thoughts but he lets his morals guide him into action. So.. with a twitchy smile, he lets you pull away. “Sorry, Cuddlebug.. my hand was cold.” Lying would be the least he will do when it comes to you, but if it'll light up the spirits, then he’ll have no problem doing so. “Oh.. do you have a cold..?” His hand needing your warmth was sort of strange, doesn't his suit provide some type of heat at least..? Lifting up your other hand, you brush his fluffy blonde hair upwards before placing the back of your hand against his forehead to check for his temperature. His mouth slightly falling agape and he could feel his face heating up, the multiple emotions he's feeling at once being lifted up from his shoulders.

Now he's not sure if you didn't quite catch his words clearly enough, or you fully misunderstood what he said. Either way, his chest feels a bit light at your simple but soothing question, not to mention your gesture makes him feel at ease. “Chat, don't keep me in suspense..” You muttered quietly, but his hearing heard it loud and clear. You soon remove your hand from his forehead, his temperature seems pretty normal but you are still quite uncertain. The evident worry in your eyes tugging at his heartstrings, hinting at something.

Ah.. you must've felt bad, did you?

“Chat..?” You call for him again, pulling him from his thoughts as he performs a small chuckle, he’s biting his own tongue with the way he points out your habit of ending in a trance most of the time. Now look where his mind is currently into.. “Hm.. what if I do have a cold, Milady~?” He coos, quickly hiding any hints of his state of mind. Observing the expression on your face, every detail it presents gives away what you're feeling inside. A trait that he's sure he gained from getting lost looking at you consistently.

After a second of averting your eyes from contacting with his own, you return back. A soft sigh elevating from your plush lips, before you unexpectedly drag your hand back to his. A bit hesitant, but you continue until you're intertwining your fingers with him once again. A ragged breath flows out from his nostrils, the relentless banging inside his ribcage is starting to feel like a real threat. He shouldn't let himself be delirious in a time like this.. repenting your guilt is different from the vision he's losing himself into when you did that.

“I can spare another minute.. before I have to go.” You smiled, facing back towards the view upfront. It feels oddly soothing to spend some time sight-seeing with your feline companion, maybe because there isn't any akumanization to worry about in the time being. Still, staying alert should always have a place in the back of your mind. You could never be too sure after all, you shouldn't jinx it. You close your eyes momentarily in a sense of tranquility, slit pupils grasping the image in his mind.

He feels a gentle clutch against his hand, only difference now, you offered to give his hand a soft squeeze of your own. And with your eyes still locked into the view from afar, his cat ear twitched at the sound of your calm voice.

“I hope you get well soon, Chat..”

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Taking a look on the screen of your phone, you're indeed seven minutes late from the exact time of the meet-up. You did every possible way to hurry and arrive just in time, but the odds still weren't in your favor. If you hadn't lost yourself to sleep the moment you went back home, maybe you could've made it in time.. but it could've messed you over even more if you somehow did not sleep. It doesn't matter now though, what matters is that you’ll still make it.

You took a moment of rest, placing both of your hands on top of your knees, trying to restore your uneven breathing. You finally did arrive in front of Marinette’s home, or should you say – her family’s bakery. Lifting your sight a bit to grasp the main door, you suddenly see someone from the other side, walking forward to the door. With her small build and gentle laid eyes, you immediately recognize Marinette’s mother. She opened the clear door before you could have a chance to react.

“Aw Y/n, how are you..? Come, Marinette and the others are waiting for you.” Sabine says with a sweet tone, gesturing for you to come inside. You did try to at least respond back, but your throat feels almost dried out of its function. So you quickly responded with a small nod, before fixing your posture and following after her. You were greeted by the nice aroma of the room, earning a flinch from you, hearing your own stomach growls – you awkwardly pressed your forearm against it, silently hoping Marinette’s mom didn't catch wind of it.

It seems like she didn't, which only drew a reliving sigh from your lips. When getting ready earlier, every little thing was last minute.. showering, brushing your teeth, getting dressed and making yourself look decent enough when going out in public. Getting a quick snack was out of the question, the meet-up wasn't scheduled that early into the day either, so you should've had plenty of time for yourself. Although, that loses the thread since your body really just needed some type of contact with sleep the minute you saw your bed.

Feeling the small drench from your soaked hair that's beginning to form onto your shoulders, you shrink a bit when the water makes contact with your skin. You hear the voice of Marinette's mom call out for her daughter, announcing you’ve arrived. She took a look back towards you, softly gesturing for you to go ahead. You simply nodded your head once more, taking the stairs up to Marinette’s room. Gazing up, you see someone opening the trapdoor – realizing that it was Alya. “Girl, you're late to the party, come quick..!” She lightly chuckled, and you proceeded to climb up until you were finally inside the room.

“Hi, Y/n..! Over here!” A familiar high pitched tone called, as she waves her hand up to catch your attention. You sent Rose a smile, before heading towards the group, you sat down next to Alix on the white stairs, clasping both of your hands and placing it down on your lap. “Y/n, what took you so long? We thought you might've ditched us, haha!” Alix says, raising her eyebrow with a teasing smile, tapping your arm lightly. You struggled for a minute to reply, as you cleared your throat and came up with a small lie. “My mom wanted me to clean the house before leaving.. so uh- it took a while.” You reason, wishing she’ll somehow buy it.

She gave you a shrug of her shoulders, as she chuckled. “That must've sucked, but hey you made it!” She responded, as you only nodded your head with a small smile. You look towards Mylene and the other two, she is showing what looks like a lovely necklace. As you turn slightly you gaze at the bluenette girl, she seems to be getting something from her drawer before walking infront of where Juleka, Rose, and Mylene are seated. With Alya following along beside Marinette.

“Okay! Are we ready? I’ll fix my room quite a bit, and then I’ll see what kind of video games we could play!” Marinette chirped happily, pulling up two controllers and walking over to her desk to place in there for now. “Oh trust me, I'm not going easy on every single one of you!” Alix says proudly as she puts both of her hands on either side of her waist. The rest of you chuckle, then Alya perks an eyebrow with a playful smile. “I’m not going easy on you either.” She giggled, welp- hopefully she will go easy on you, it's still unknown what kind of video game you all will play. You only wish it's something you're familiar with, but being introduced into a new game is nice too!

You have played a few video games still on your laptop or phone, but even if you have quite a number of games that you played with since your childhood or new things that you have grown to like recently. There are still plenty of games that you haven't seen or known before, especially some that have prices on them therefore you could only play the game when it's bought. Now, you’re pretty curious as to what game it is that Marinette will choose. She has controller's so maybe something that will need a lot of fast taps or reaction in order to beat the opponent. Maybe it's something much calming, or strategic based games?

You’ll just have to wait and see, oh- might as well offer Marinette some help if she needs. “Marinette, I could help if you’d like? I don't mind..!” You say with a smile, standing up from your place and walking towards Marinette. The bluenette’s eyes widened slightly as she turned around to face you, smiling a bit. “If you want? Thank you, I appreciate it, Y/n..!” Marinette brushes off the small dust on her cheek, as she tells you some of the stuff that is out of place, you nod your head before getting to it. Another voice chimed in, as she too was overhype and excited. “Eek-! I can’t wait! Ooo-! Can I help as well..! I wanna help!” Rose stood up from where she's sitting as she too is very inclined to help Marinette with fixing things up.

“Girl's, why don't we all help? The sooner we get it done, the sooner we'll be able to play what Marinette has in mind.” Alya points out, as the bluenette girl squaked when she heard it, chuckling awkwardly. “Um..!  I don't think–” She didn't get to finish her sentence when the rest of the others stood up and agreed to what her best friend said. She lets out a sigh before slowly a smile forming on her lips again. “We got you, girl!” Alya says, as Marinette gives a thump’s up, almost dropping the items on her hands.

“Then what are we waiting for..! Let's get to cleaning!” Rose chirped excitedly, seemingly hyper about the plan. And the black and purple haired girl beside her tug on the blonde short haired girl’s hand, trying to calm her energetic friend. You smile at Juleka’s actions, thinking their friendship is quite adorable. Although, you jolted a bit as you felt someone nudge your shoulder with a pointy object.

Turning your head, you see Alix holding a small notepad and a pencil, as she sent you an amused gaze. “I'm certain you’re gonna need this, Y/n! There’ll be a lot of techniques that you won't wanna miss out on!” She pointed out, as she handed you the notepad and pencil, in the process you felt a tiny bit embarrassed but you shrugged it off. “Thanks, Alix..” You replied, and she drew out a small – ‘psshh’ brushing it off as if telling you it's fine, before she goes over to Marinette to ask which and where needs some rearranging.

And as time goes by and all of you did your part on helping out Marinette with her room. It was time for the game, and you won't lie- it was pretty intense. It really was a strategic game as Alix said earlier, she really was not giving no mercy! You and Rose had trouble beating Alix in one single round, how does she do it? That- you will have to pay attention if you really wanna know, and it isn't easy with the way the game goes on so fast! You have to manage getting used to the controls and what button does what in order to get somewhat of a hit to damage the opponent.

Not to mention, Alya is skilled at the game too! It was a close call between her and Alix when it's their turn to fight against one another. Alya won in the end of it, which made Alix surprised and offered for a rematch to try and turn things around. And might you add, all of you were pretty much glued to their fight the whole time. Rematch after rematch, until Alya finally hands Alix the win– so all of you could go on and have a turn as well. There was in the middle of the game where Marinette’s mother called out and brought all of you some food, in case any of you were hungry. And– Mrs Sabine basically saved all of you, mostly you– since the moment you arrived, your stomach has been growling..!

So the rest of you thanked Marinette’s mother for offering up food to fill the hunger. While the next two are up for a match, the ones watching are munching on some delicious pastries, including you. And upon focusing on Marinette and Alix’s match, you could not count how many times Marinette beat Alix in a one vs one match. She’s pretty great at the game, earning a handshake as Alix admits it was a good win. The next round, Rose and Juleka wanted to have a go with one another. And you and the rest could not content the adorableness of the match, no one wants to land a hit. And when Rose does, she chuckles and says sorry, Juleka wasn't even trying and just wanted Rose to have a win. You still couldn't forget the warm smile that sneaks up on your lips as you can't help but give the two a hug, the room filling up with wholesome laughter.

Opening the door to your small spacious room, you close the door behind you, drawing a breath. The loose long sleeves that’s been like that cause you didn't get the time to button the end of the flowy sleeves, but it seems fortunate for your little Kwami, as she smoothed her way out of the loose sleeves. And floating up to face you with a soft smile – you return the smile with one of your own. Your eyes are falling lidded for a second, though Tikki seems to have noticed it. As she flew down to your hand, which still has the small piece of the notepad, however earlier, after you wrote down some of the things you knew you needed to remember – you ripped the first page and took it with you, just in case your friend's decided to play the game again, you will come prepared!

Tikki gently held one of your fingers, you blinked a couple of times as you looked down at your red Kwami. You see her lifting your hand, causing you to move forward when she guides you towards your bedroom small pinboard – filled with any other of your sticky notes, a lot of them are completed but you keep forgetting to take it out after that specific day is over. There's hardly any space but Tikki still guided your hand up against the narrow board, until you placed the sticky note onto the small empty spot. Itching a tiny smile from your lips, you can't appreciate Tikki enough.

“Sleepy, Y/n..?” The red Kwami questions, tilting her head a bit in a cute manner. As if to confirm her statement, a yawn was forced out of your throat, indicating you are indeed feeling a bit drowsy. There's no saying how much time you spent with your friends, especially when Rose happily suggested for all of you to go out and get some ice cream. You had fun though, the hangout was nice! Alya even took pictures as all of you posed with the ice cream in your hands. She also talked about her Sekkiblog, turning her phone into landscape as she lets you all watch the vlogs she took.

There were so many close calls, you could not even imagine your heart stopping in the middle. And the small blush crossing your cheeks whenever you see your figure being seen in the video. Those times where you took Alya in a more safe place and when you managed to save her in time as you ask out a quick question to make sure if she’s okay or hurt anywhere. You didn't even notice at the time how close you were to the camera, but now you definitely know–! It feels odd to watch yourself on a video, maybe because the huge type of recognition is something you’re not exactly used to. It was interesting to know what your friends thought about you when it comes to the other part of you that remains sealed in a glass secret.

Then there was Alix, who’s showing some tricks that she learned with her rollerblades. It was amazing to see her pull it off, that does take a lot of practice to be able to do, and a lot of courage as well! Along the hangout, Marinette wanted to stop by a nearby gift shop. Since she mentioned she wanted to come and look for a small box that she thinks would be suitable for the keychain that she recently handmade and designed. Marinette was a little embarrassed to say it at first, but she admitted that she wanted to give Adrien a small gift that the bluenette hoped he would like. Oh- she was trying to make friends with Adrien, you almost slipped that off your mind– Marinette is very thoughtful..! And aren't you the one supposed to be helping her? Sigh- Y/n..

“I think so..” You answered drowsily, putting a hand over your mouth. You haven't been thankful enough for your mother whenever she consistently reminds you to take off your outdoor footwear and set it aside near the doorstep when you were still very young. One of many house manners that stuck with you till you are now in your teen age. A long happy sigh flew out of your lips, as you plopped down onto your comfort bed, while Tikki floated around your collection of books on your two layer bookshelf that's attached near your bedroom window.

Her crystal eyes light up as she catches sight of the book she has been engrossed into since the night before. She quickly grabbed it with her two tiny hands, and flew back down to your form – halting a bit as she saw you rummaging, trying to get under the covers impatiently. And once you do, a relaxing expression plastered on your face, she can't help but squeeze out a small giggle from her lips. Continuing to fly down towards you and set herself beside your face, sparing you a tiny glance before opening the book, and try to get to the page she bookmarked.

Tikki took another glance at her holder, perceiving that you haven't bothered to switch into your pajama clothes, thinking that your body might overheat with the layer of fabric still clinging to your frame. Especially since your blanket is almost covering your full body from top to bottom. It isn't that much to worry about since the material of your upper clothing is a light-thin but blousy fabric. Only problem is it sticks to your frame very easily, putting additional heat.

Part of her wants to wake you up and remind you to change into your sleepwear, since you’ll most likely feel uncomfortable when you wake up early in the morning, remaining with sweats. But she's afraid you won't be able to get back to sleep afterwards, there's just this thing that happens frequently that she couldn't grasp sometimes. She does understand that human minds are very difficult to comprehend the majority of the time, and she saw similar qualities in her past ancient holders.

It's very obvious that you are tired and want to sleep, and you did, but when you are disturbed or forgetting something that you needed to do, and you remember it half way getting to bed. You somehow don't feel sleepy anymore right after you finish turning off the lights – stuff like that, or going to the bathroom and also things like preparing your bookbag. The rest happens as you are turning your head back towards your comfort bed, and just standing infront of it with a confused look, then patting the side of your cheek two or three times. Before saying you don't feel sleepy or tired all of a sudden, although the impending consequences don't end up too well for you the next morning.

She could only guess that your body has been through those same encounters in the past, that's why it often happens. And that's also why your mind and body treats it like a normal habit when the leeway is there. Tikki is hoping you’ll be able to fix your sleep schedule in due time. It isn't particularly healthy for your body to dismiss the importance of sleep even when the mind is currently distracted. The red Kwami lets out a soft sigh, it's technically more primal for you to continue sleeping and regain your energy, so she swiftly pushes the first thought aside and then goes back into reading the huge book in her tiny hands.

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As Tikki dragged her gaze across the many letterings on the pages of the book, there was suddenly a lunatic laugh emerging from the outskirts of Paris. Her crystal blue eyes widening, before dropping the book on the bed and flying towards the bedroom window. Seeing a burst of some kind of flowers..? Plaguing the area not so far from your house, concerns covering her expression as she looks back at your sleeping form. Snuggling peacefully under the blankets.. Akuma attacks have such terrible timing, it's almost unbelievable.

She’ll hate to disturb you in your sleep, but the city needs you more than anything right now..! Tikki quickly flew over towards you, her tiny hands trying to shake you awake. “Y/n–! Y/n! You need to wake up..!” Tikki says with a worried tone, as you remain unresponsive for a second. The red Kwami tries again — “Y/n..! Please wake up, Paris is in danger!” You start to stir from your sleep, eyes fluttering as it slowly opens. Seeing this, Tikki continues to gently move your shoulder back and forth, until you fully open your eyelids.

“Huh..? Tikki…” You mumble under your breath, as you look at your Kwami with confusion on your face. She flew infront of your vision, as you blink a couple of times, still trying to get a grip of reality. “There's an akuma attack occurring as of now! We need to get into the bottom of it..!” Tikki says, waving her hands and pointing towards your bedroom window. After hearing her explanation, you hurriedly grab your blanket and slip out of it, standing up from your bed. “Akuma..!? That's right– an attack, Tikki! Uhm..” The red Kwami nodded her head, as you walked around your room, a bit lost.

You rubbed the corners of your eyes, as you turned towards the window. What are you doing pacing around, there's an akuma attack–! Don't tell yourself that you still need a sticky note for these kinds of things, Y/n..! You shake your head, dismissing the filling thoughts. With hasty steps, you unlock the window and swiftly lift it up before hovering your knee over the windowsill — but a high pitched tone makes you stiffened from your place, as you look back at your red Kwami.

“Stop! Don't do that..! You're not transformed still, Y/n–!” Tikki almost shouted from the top of her vocal cords, a deep concern presenting on her face. Your lips fall agape, switching your gaze back down to your body and hands. “I-I am not..! Tikki– what's wrong with me..?!” Your voice nervously asked, as you retrieve yourself back to your bedroom space, taking a deep breath. “Y/n, you're tired, that's the thing.. you just need to take a moment and get your mind intact, I'm sure you're stuck up between sleep and reality. You can spare a second..” Tikki says softly, trying to reassure you and answer your question calmly.

You gaze into your Kwami’s eyes for a minute, as you nodded your head lightly. She's correct, you might've been quickly pulled away from your sleep that it's a bit hard to set up a proper way of knowing if you're still asleep or not when you're in the middle of being drawn to the depths of sleep from earlier. “Okay.. I think it's fine.. now?” You question, as you blink a couple of times and pinching yourself slightly to make sure. “Alright, then it's time..” Tikki sent you another reassuring smile, as you slowly feel the need to return it back with your own.

You hummed in confirmation, as you momentarily closed your eyes, softly muttering the words – “Tikki, spots on..” There was a swift moment of glowing white and pink light shining from up to down of your form, transforming you into your signature heroine suit. You could feel the wind that came in from your window gently brushing against your hair and the smooth hair tail that grew from the transformation. Lightly moving back and forth, as you flutter your eyes open, turning around towards the window once again.

That multiple dull colored flowers growing around the city not so far away catches the attention of your pupils. With furrowed eyebrows and a wary expression on your face, you unclipped your yoyo from your waist. Slipping the small opening of the string through your ring finger, as you grip the base of your yoyo tight. Walking forward and looking up, scanning for where you're about to latch your yoyo around to, and when you found the perfect source. You immediately shoot your yoyo towards it, as it successfully wrapped around it.

With that familiar determination, you tug the string of your yoyo, letting it propel you into greater heights and towards your pointed destination. Landing smoothly on one of the house rooftops, you continue to jump over rooftops to rooftops, progressing your way further towards the path of dull flowers and vines. Though on your way there, you sense your yoyo buzzing, signaling there's an incoming call.

Taking a split second to open the screen of your yoyo, you quickly press the green button, answering the call and lifting it up to your ear. “Cuddlebug..! Phew– you answered! I thought you were in trouble..!” Chat Noir says on the other end of the line, a few puffs of breath coming from the screen microphone, he's either in a current fight or also making his way through the city. “I got caught up with something, although I'm fine..!” You replied, as you received a glimpse of the scene upfront, making you stop in your tracks.

“Chat, got any clue on–” An unusual smell meeting your nostrils triggered you to cough all of a sudden, as you place a hand over your mouth, eyes squeezing shut. “Milady..?! Milady! Are you okay–?!” Said by a worried voice over the screen of your yoyo, but unable to respond back because of the undying need of air. You hurriedly move away from the specific area, until you're able to find fresh air so you could regain your oxygen. You breathe in and out, slowly having your normal pace of breathing.

Your yoyo continues to vibrate, faintly hearing your teammate’s voice on the call. In realization, you bring the screen of your yoyo next to your ear, about to answer Chat Noir but you noticed he hung up. Sensing something went wrong, you close the screen of your yoyo and put it back to its original placement. You could only guess that he must've been caught up with the scent of the flowers as well, you need to get into the bottom of this.

With further observation, there's different types of flowers that swarm the city, one of them is hard to get through since it possesses an effect that goes against oxygen, which is why that type of flower is meant to be avoided. The other types however.. is more tamed to come by, the effects it has is still unknown to you, but you didn't pay it any mind as you traverse more into the known trails in search of the akumatized victim. And you might've just hit your target, as you see a woman dressed in a dull purple based dress, vines clinging to her leg and some on her other arm. A white flower covering one of her eyes, as a black line connected to her eyelid down to her chin, which reminds you of tears.

“Oh.. Sekkibug~ it's so good to see you! I am Floral Sequence, the one and only best florist in town!” She greeted with a smile forming on her lips, presenting you the odd looking flower pot in her hands. Consisting of all different dulled flowers that you come across, only planted in a singular pot. “Would you like me to pick a flower best suited for a fluttering bug..?” With furrowed eyebrows, you swing your yoyo in a circular motion, noticing how she closes her eyes and purses her lips together before gently blowing against the mixed flowers.

Soon enough the flower she picked started to bloom around you, but you dodge in time before it could make contact with your suit. Floral Sequence frowned, about to throw in another blow against the flower pot but a certain feline hero interrupted her. Making her turn around to face him and dodge his attacks, she quickly tears a cyan colored flower and crushes it into her palm. Causing her to disappear with a burst of flower petals, the feline blinked in split second confusion, before suddenly she reappeared behind him.

With widened pupils, you act on instinct as you wrap your yoyo around Chat Noir before pulling him to your side. “Cuddlebug..!” The moment you undo your yoyo around him, the masked feline gives you a hug out of nowhere. “You worried me over the call, you know..” He sighed, tightening his grip around you. He really was worried sick that something horrible might've happened to you, it wasn't helping how you are coughing nonstop on the other side of the line.

“Chat, this is not the–” 

“I know.. just relieved you're okay.” He hesitantly pulls away, giving you a sincere smile, it wasn't long before a burst of collision occurred between the both of you, launching you two away from each other. A small groan slips by your lips, as you caught yourself before you hit the ground. “What awful customers, roses are out of order..!” She hissed, crushing another flower in her palm, the familiar effect lingers in the air. “Hold your breath!” You warned towards your feline companion, as he sent you a swift nod.

You try retreating away from the scent, although it followed along the path and into the house walls. Lights opened one by one, as civilians looked out their window – seeing some of the flowers trying to grow their way inside the abode. Panic starts to show, confused as to what's happening in the heat of the moment. “What's wrong..? Don't you all like it!?” A fit of laughter could be heard, drawing the attention of many people. A lot of them couldn't handle the lack of oxygen that they're getting inside the apartment, as they soon ran away from their homes, in desperate need of fresh air.

You store concerned glances in their way before returning back towards Floral Sequence, throwing your yoyo in her direction and cutting her off mid laugh. The string wrapped around her thigh, as you tugged on it, making her fall to the ground with a thud. “Ugh! You–!” Chat Noir quickly rotates his baton repeatedly, his slit pupils focusing on the female villain, as she rid her way out of your strings and in the process of standing back up. Although before she could, he pointed the end of his staff towards her, then pressed the middle button of his weapon, causing it to advance in length. Hitting Floral Sequence in the stomach, sending her flying as she gritted her teeth and clasped one of her hands on the metal.

But he immediately undo the extension, making the female villain more irritated as she gets launched across a great distance away. Dying out of breath, Chat noir unlocked his baton and promptly placed it against his mouth, able to breathe again. He turned to the side, spotting you holding your hands out and looking upwards onto the little toddler from the three story building. “P-Please jump..!” The hesitation on the boy’s face didn't suffice, as you started coughing before swinging your yoyo up into a small edge, as you made your way into the window.

Grabbing him in your arms, feeling pity as you saw how stunned he was but cooperated nonetheless. The feline hero blinked, stopping himself from being captivated in his place once again, and started helping out people evacuate from their homes as well. The knowing masked bluenette arrived at the scene in hurried breaths, goodness, it was troubling to get the vines off of her frame, scolding herself internally for being clumsy.

The air pollutants seem to be ineffective to her, granting her resistance to it, while she evacuated people with no problem. As you carried down another toddler from the building, you couldn't ignore the dizziness occurring inside your mind. You could hear the toddler muttering her gratitude, but your vision is feeling hazy at the moment. Pointing where she’ll evacuate, and she gave you a quick nod before dashing off. Realizing you're almost out of breath, you try to draw back in search of air. But you felt a hand grab onto your shoulder, bringing you back. You didn't get enough time to react, when your feline companion gently set his unlocked staff against your lips, causing you to make eye contact.

“Sekkibug.. breathe.” He says calmly, giving your shoulder a gentle squeeze. You were dazed for a second, before listening to him and breathing through your mouth. Eyes closing in relief, as his own never left your facial features. A small tinted blush forming on the surface of his face, he assumes you haven't acknowledged it yet, or you didn't notice at all, he doesn't mind.. he could savor the 𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘤𝘵 𝘬𝘪𝘴𝘴 in his own mind.

You eventually open your eyes, feeling a lot better now that your lack of oxygen has been fixed, well- temporary. You still need to defeat Floral Sequence after all, and capture her akuma, before you're certain that the healthy source of oxygen has been brought back. “Thanks, Chat.. I owe you one.” You softly smile, as you take another breath from the oxygen his metal staff provides. Then returning his weapon back to him, the metal staff pressing against his chest. “Anytime, Cuddlebug.” His lips twisting into a warm smile, yet since the moment is in borrowed time – a burst of petals dart opposed to his line of direction.

“Watch out–!” Multimouse yelled, however the feline reacted too late, and towards the bright side – 𝘺𝘰𝘶 didn't. Releasing a grunt from the impact, as you shove him back just in time. “Ngh- Milady..!” He holds your forearm, his slit pupils grasping the vines slowly clinging around your ankle, the speed increasing as the flower blooms onto your frame. “I didn't know I'll have the known bug in Paris trapped beneath my wonderful vines.” Floral Sequence giggled evilly, using her ability and snatching you out of the hold of the masked feline.

She took her time observing your trapped form, tightening the grip of the vines. You struggled in your place, causing a grit of your teeth at the rigid vines that refused to release you. She merely laughs in sight of your desperate attempt, then her eyes perk up when the markings of Hawkmoth’s control appears on her face. And she hears his demanding voice, saying it's the perfect opportunity to steal your miraculous. “Floral Sequence, Sekkibug’s in your reach – take her Miraculous now!” As the markings on her face fades away, she grins dangerously.

“Ah yes.. this will be a benefi—”

“Cataclysm!” Her mouth fell agape as she turned her face aside, seeing the feline hero sprinting towards her. Sensing immediate danger at the ability he currently activated, and to save her own skin – she manipulated her vines as it dragged you infront of her view, resulting in your pupils widening as you saw Chat noir only a second away from making contact with your frame. The heartbeat inside your chest stopped in the middle of it, but you suddenly feel the vines bandaging your body shattering in ashes, setting you free.

The blonde feline immediately grabs hold of your arm and pulls you towards him — leading you behind his back. “Stupid cat! Ugh- I almost had it..!” Floral Sequence complained, though only earning an unusual piercing glare from the feline hero. She was about to question if she's seeing things with how she spare a second to blink, and then seeing his cocky expression plastering back onto his face. “Tsk, tsk, tsk.. that isn't a way to treat a certified customer!” He comments, as the female villain scoffed in annoyance.

Chat noir quickly spun his staff continuously, blocking Floral Sequence’s attacks. In the process, you squint your eyelids – from earlier inconvenience when Floral Sequence caught you in her suffocating vines, it gave you a chance to observe her outfit and see what stands out and what doesn't. Gaining some valuable information, while the situation you were glued to was risky, you're glad that atleast it wasn't for nothing. And you might have a concrete theory on where the akuma is hiding.

With a determined expression, you stare down on your yoyo, gripping the given chance to be able to use your – “Lucky charm!” throwing your yoyo upwards, as it bursts in magical particles creating an item. And it appears to be a.. yarn? You catch the object, looking at it for a second before spinning your yoyo repeatedly – taking Chat’s turn in blocking Floral Sequence’s attacks. Multimouse came in after evacuating the remaining individuals to safety.

“Annoying brats..! Hm, let's see.” The female villain twirls some of the vines in thought, coming up with an idea as she grins – noticing you charging towards her in an attempt to tangle her up in your yoyo’s strings. However, she disappears once again with the explosion of petals, as you and your partners turned around upon hearing another from behind. “Let's put your skills to the test, shall we?” Multiple people yell in panic, as they were being forcefully tied up with vines. And the worst part of it all, Floral Sequence once more activated the specific flower toxins.

Causing the whole ordeal into a ticking bomb for all of you. “Aw c’mon– I didn't know you were that desperate!” The masked feline chimed in before readying his weapon in hand and sprinting towards the flower villain. “Multitude..!” Multimouse calls in her ability, adjusting the said power into making her clone remaining only one, that way she doesn't shrink as much and she and her clone will be able to help without any limitations that is only beneficial to tiny purposes.

Scanning around the surroundings, one hint leading up to the vines and another as you dragged your gaze onto the street lights that's barely even visible and eventually the next step is the yarn that's on your hand. Smelling the familiar toxins, you hold your breath, then quickly get into action. You ran towards the plaguing vines onto the front buildings, hooking a part of the yarn onto the minimum thorn it has. Then doing the same in other areas as to make sure it doesn't come loose with just a bit of force. After that, you swung your way across the opposite building, adjusting the remaining yarn that you still have. Then finishing the last bit — and that is to get rid of the source of lights illuminating from the street light, making the trap a bit more difficult to notice, especially in the night.

A beep from the masked feline’s ring grasps the attention of the owner, a worried glance sent its way as he dodges the blooming flowers from having contact with his body. Seems like there is even a limit for when Floral Sequence uses her power, overdriving it could make the effects of it useless. Setting the person in his arms down, he gave her a signal to leave the scene as he spun his metal staff, cutting the attempts of Floral Sequence’s vines from catching the blonde feline.

“You know- I was thinking about buying some flowers for Milady bug~ then you lost me on the ‘roses are out of order’ line!” Said the masked feline, earning an irritated grunt from the flower villain. “Keep that in your petty dreams!” She remarked, throwing in another attack although Multimouse’s duplicate interrupted to her displeasure. Spotting the current commotion from afar, your face lights up when you see the possibility. With you placing yourself behind the set trap you assembled, backing away a few steps.

You let out a breath, before dragging your hand far behind and shooting your yoyo forward with incredible force, as it went through the narrow opening. “You're ruining my beautiful plants! Ugh, you mouse–!” A gasp left Floral Sequence’s lips, as she felt a certain yoyo wrapping around her torso. Both Multimouse’s duplicate and the female villain stare in the direction of where it came from, bewilderment covering their expression — before suddenly Floral Sequence didn't get to react in time as she's being pulled from her place, dropping her flower pot in the process. It shattered when it hit the ground- although it didn't reveal the hidden akuma.

A harsh groan escapes the female villain’s throat when she finds herself bound against the net-build yarn. Facing you from the other side of the trap, you tugged on the strings tight, a slight chuckle emerging from your lips. “Sekkibug..?! You sneaky parasite, I should've known–!” She struggled against the yarn, while you lifted your hand up, cutting her off. “Seems like your luck ran out, Floral Sequence.” You stated with a smile, as she gasped at the audacity. But before she could retort back, you pluck the flower eye patch attached to her left eye, ripping it in half. As a certain dark and purple butterfly has been revealed, flying out.

You undo your yoyo from Floral Sequence, as she falls back to the ground in defeat. “We had seen through your tricky disguise, evil Akuma.” You glide your finger across the middle of your yoyo, opening it evenly and uncovering the dimension. Smoothly latching the strings onto your pointer and middle finger, sliding it across the line as your yoyo revert backwards and wrapping around your other wrist. Before quickly retracting the movements, as you spin your yoyo simultaneously.

“Don't fret now, and face Justice..!” With that your eyesight targets the evil butterfly, and in due time you shoot your yoyo in the direction of the escaping akuma. Landing a swift capture of it as the yoyo immediately closes back – prisoning the akuma temporarily as you return the yoyo back to your hand. “Trapped ya’!” A soft smile plastered on your face, before looking down on the yoyo in hand, then pressing the front of it. Resulting in the yoyo to open once more, letting the white butterfly float out of the dimension. “Fly high, purified butterfly.” You bid farewell, gesturing your palm under the butterfly as it proceeded to fly into the sky.

The vines slowly went limp, unable to identify to possess its purpose without the control of its owner. Causing it to lose power and collapse down from the many buildings it clung around. Your lucky charm’s yarn ended up following after the collapse, as you crouched down to retrieve it back. A certain feline hero went up towards you, popping a comment as he helped you get the cluttered yarn.

“Milady, this seems tempting for a cat – I can't make promises with these~” He chuckles, as you spare him a small giggle directing his comment. “Keep a look out for your kitty mail, I might deliver one as a gift.” You replied back with a shrug of your shoulders, raising one of your eyebrows. The masked feline hummed, sending you a charming look, that smirk returning back. “I’ll keep that in mind, Cuddlebug~” You brush off his sly tone, continue gathering the scattered yarn, while Multimouse comes in to help as well.

It took a minute, but you can finally fit the yarn into your hand, some of it laying around your forearm. It doesn't seem to be that troubling though, as you hold the main portion of it tight before gesturing it down and then throwing the red and black polka dots designed item into the air. Able to let the city come back into its peaceful night, as you firmly yelled —

“Miraculous Ladybug!”

With that, the item bursts into multiple tiny ladybugs – splitting into different directions in terms of cleaning the city in its current mess that Floral Sequence has caused. Turning everything back to normal, and eventually the female that got akumatized, her natural appearance switching back. As she opens her eyes and turns her head back and forth around her surroundings. Seemingly confused. “Wha.. where am I?” She mumbled, scratching the back of her head, looking at the three masked heroes in front of her.

“Pound it!” You, Multimouse and Chatnoir say in sync, before looking back at the woman – who’s wearing a uniform of some kind with an apron, seemingly connected to her passion as a florist. Your expression softened as you saw Multimouse making her way towards the confused victim. Lending her hand and bringing her back to her feet, asking if she's okay, and she answered back with slight hesitation before saying she is.

The bluenette turned back towards both you and Chat, a calming expression on her face. “I’ll escort her back home, I have some time before I change back.” She says, and her point stands when your earring starts to beep once more, as you put a finger on top of it. Indicating two spots left, while the masked feline beside you – look over his ring and his face goes completely pale when he sees the second bar disappearing, leaving him with only one bar left before he de-transform back.

“Yeah–! Paw charges are litter-ally about to back-fire on me..!” The blonde feline quipped, obtaining a little shake of the bluenette’s head, receiving a small chuckle from her. As you blinked a couple of times at his last minute pun, your eyelids felt sort of heavy and drowsiness returning back. A snap of a finger bought you back, causing you to make eye contact with your feline companion. “Not a good place to dream about me, Cuddlebug~” He teased, lifting your chin up, and you instinctively pushed his hand to the side.

“The clock is ticking, Chat. I'm gonna head out as well..” You sent him a soft smile, nudging his suit’s bell with your finger. “If you say so, Milady.” He replied, then turning back with his metal staff in hand. He gave you and the other two a quick salute as a farewell. “Stay safe, Chat..” You say, earning a sly shrug of his shoulders then nodding his head.

“Don't worry, Cuddlebug~! This cat is capable..!” He responded back, before pressing the middle of his weapon, launching him up into the sky, until he landed on top of a building and started to hurriedly traverse further to be able to catch up to his ring’s sinking seconds.

“Au revoir, Multimouse. Take care–!” You gave them another wave, then threw your yoyo far out upwards around a concrete source. “Mhm, I’ll make sure she's safe!” Multimouse replied back, as you gently nod your head with a small smile. And eventually pulling onto the strings, as it propelled you beyond heights and into your designated point of direction. Tonight's akuma attack was a bit of a rocky road as you expected, mainly because of the toxins that were life-threatening to the city. You're just relieved it's over now, and you could go back home..

A huff of breath escapes your throat, finally arriving back to your room. You gently close the bedroom window, then hopping off the windowsill, your feet meeting the floorboards of your room. You approach your comfort bed, letting the swift de-transformation to take place as it changes you back into your civilian form. You halt in the middle of plopping down onto your bed, immediately laying your palms in front to catch your Kwami. While she softly landed onto it, hearing a faint sound emerging from her lips.

Seeing Tikki drained out of her energy stung something inside your heart, you pull your palms up – likely enough as you place a gentle kiss on top of Tikki’s forehead. “Let’s grab you something to eat, Tikki.. we can rest afterwards, hm..?” You whisper with a delicate tone, the red Kwami weakly nods her head, looking up at you with bleary eyes. You sent her a reassuring smile, before walking away from your bed and towards the exit door of your room.

You carefully twist the doorknob, peeking through the opening gap. Making sure if your parents are awake – the akuma attack might have caused them to go alert. Maybe they're watching the news downstairs..? You don't know, but they're seemingly not in the small hall leading to your bedroom. You set Tikki into the collar of your upper clothing, as the fabric covers her tiny body, leaving only her head visible. But with the dark lighting of the house, surely not even anyone would be able to see Tikki without the lights on. And even if it is on, your hair will be able to cover your Kwami from view just fine.

You carefully made your way downstairs, heavy-lidded eyes scanning around for any presence of your parents. The creaking sound of the wooden stairs caused you to stiffened in your place. Followed by your heart nearly jumping out of your chest when you heard a loud snore bouncing off the walls from your parent's bedroom. Letting out a phew upon hearing your father's snore continuing. And with that, you eventually arrived in the kitchen, in front of the fridge.

Grabbing the handle and opening it, you and Tikki were greeted by the fridge’s bright light. Your pupils falling onto the cold differently designed bread bun that is wrapped into plastic and laced with those similar neat strings, styled into a small ribbon to keep it together. You always keep these in store, considering the fact it's a favorite snack that stuck with you even as of now. You couldn't help yourself from buying a few when you can afford it, well- it was worth being broke for. Although a voice in the back of your mind is saying otherwise, you always end up brushing it off. You know how to save up some cash, okay.. sometimes is an exception!

You take one of the three stored bread buns onto the fridge’s mid shelf. The cold temperature almost makes you shiver as you close the fridge right after. And then cautiously heading your way back upstairs, turning the sort of cramped corner and into the small corridor leading to your room. Since you left your door slightly ajar, you didn't have to worry about it making a sound when you lightly pushed it open. Enough for you to slip through the space and gently twist the doorknob before fully closing the door to its limit– then that's when you let go of the doorknob. Not even a sound that will likely alert your parents, well- except for the creaking noise that happened earlier on the wooden stairs.

Sitting down on your bed, you softly took Tikki from your upper clothing’s collar. Meeting her drained form again, you undo the laces and unwrapping the plastic from the bread bun as quickly as you could. Before finally offering it to Tikki, her tiny hands tried to hold onto it, as she went in for a bite. You didn't remove your pointer and thumb from keeping the food in place – just in case so it doesn't accidentally slip or fall from Tikki’s clutch. You patiently wait for her to finish consuming the snack, looking over the view from your window for the meantime.

“Y/n..” The red Kwami calls your name, gaining your attention as you turn back to Tikki. She forms a small smile, before continuing her words. “You should change back into your sleepwear before you forget.. that fabric sticks to your frame very easily, it might cause you to be uncomfortable when sleeping.” Tikki pointed out as she fully held the half finished bread bun into her tiny hands. You look down onto your attire, pulling a part of the fabric from your skin, noticing your Kwami is right.

“Yeah, I should change..” You giggled, standing up from your bed and walking over to your bedroom cabinets where you keep your clothes. Pullling the handle to make it open and start looking for your pair of pajamas, and once you found one of the same pairs. You began removing the current clothes you have on, before changing into the pajamas. Feeling the soft and light fabric making contact with your skin, drawing a relaxing sigh from you. And without any second thoughts, you collapse down onto your comfort bed.

Sliding yourself under the covers once more, with Tikki flying down close beside you after she finished eating the food. You gave her a little scratch against her soft cheek, resulting in a small giggle to emerge from the red Kwami. You really grew attached with your tiny companion, internally thanking the heavens for giving you such a gift you cannot pay even if you offer everything you have. Although one thing is for sure.. you’ll entitle every bit of yourself into the heavy responsibility it came along with such a gift… No matter what happens, if it gets dragged down without no return.. you’ll let yourself be dragged along with it. Without question.

“Goodnight, Y/n..” Says Tikki, snuggling up against your face.

“Goodnight, Tikki.” You softly replied back, allowing your eyelids to finally rest..

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[westywallowing]

my favorite scene redraw from S5E13: "Migration"

[sizzling-eggs]

Do you ever watch a show or a movie or any piece of media meant for kids and just think about how the story or character or that one scene or whatever just spoke to your heart and soul, or just how profound it made you happy or break your heart. And just sit their thinking that this is for literal children, who probably still couldn't 100% understand the gravity of what they are consuming or probably couldn't articulate how they felt about it other than say they liked it or they dont, or it made them happy or sad, and you, a grown ass person is just thinking about how this thing meant for kids is just so simple yet complex with so many layers of emotions and plot and etc. That explores themes and subject better than media meant for your age, in a way that is simple yet incredible done.

[1alchemistart]

i simply think it'd be hilarious for him to unknowingly torment her like this

[asya-7]

Into mlb again lately, addicted, in love💖💖💖✨️✨️

I need miraculous fans 👉👈

[bubsmiraculousau]

saw this meme on insta and stole it <3 i was tempted to do cat noir in marinette's place and make it ladynoir,,, but i've been sketching cat noir a lotttt so i wanted to do some adrienette instead because alas ladynoir and adrienette are still my otps (what can i say? i love the classics).

i have extensive pinterest boards on the both of them and every other character because fashion is very important in any character i draw (and i'm also having a bit of a seventeen kpop renaissance rn so i added a bunch of their outfits to adrien's board) hence the outfit references. art hack: if you want to draw open-toed shoes just have your character fashionably be into wearing socks with them! xx