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Destruction Butterflies Wedding Attire
You'd certainly be able to call this a Miraculous wedding.... I'll see myself out.
But seriously, I just find this funny and an excuse to draw Plagg in a wedding dress is certainly one I'll take.
#miraculous ladybug#nooroo#plagg#miraculous kwami#plagg x Nooroo#Destruction Butterflies#Flame draws#Senti-Mari AU#Mainly cause my friend insisted on this ship and I thought their wedding would be hilarious#Plagg definitely gets the last minute wedding jitters#Nooroo is upset about the whole thing of not being allowed to see Plagg in his dress till the ceremony#Duusu catches the bouquet#Tikki immediately told her to throw it back
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Lady in red
Chapter 5. You're loved, you're needed
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Summary: Adrien continues his investigation and gets a self-esteem boost.
A/N: Took me forever to finish this chapter. I hope you are still there and enjoy reading.
After making sure Plagg was peacefully snoring on his tiny cat pillow, Adrien pulled out the crumpled piece of paper he still carried around in his pocket.
He unfolded it and skimmed the list he's been compiling for a couple of weeks now, adding new stuff to it every now and then.
Some of this stuff happened recently; some was from months ago, now having acquired a whole new meaning for Adrien's restless brain.
8. Marinette talking to her purse right after entering the elevator at the Montparnasse Tower. Then she acted in an extremely weird way, asking someone via phone to send help. Rena Rouge came to our rescue shortly after.
(Adrien didn't know how to feel about this. It might be just Marinette being Marinette.)
9. Ladybug confirmed that the Valentine card was sent by her. Besides, it has to come from someone who goes to my school, since it was written in the form of a response to the poem I wrote but ended up throwing in the trash bin.
(He smirked and put a red exclamation mark next to this point.).
10. Ladybug was absent the other day, having sent another ladybug miraculous holder in place of her. I found out that Marinette had left for London the same day.
(That was the most suspicious point on his list; there was no denying it. He couldnât help but notice the growing complicity between Marinette and Alya. They had always been thick as thieves, but recently their friendship acquired a whole new level of intimacy. They constantly discussed something with each other in hushed voices, not letting others be part of the conversation.)
11. Ladybug told me the other day that she dreamt of becoming a knitting fairy as a child.
(He knew this one was too far-fetched, but Adrien couldnât bring himself to cross it out. Something was telling him that being a knitting fairy was such a Marinette-ish thing to dream of, with her passion for crafting all sorts of hand-made things. He smiled to himself as he imagined Marinette with a pair of transparent fairy wings, dressed in a home-knit dress.).
12. Marinetteâs whole family was akumatized recently, and Ladybug let it slip that the akuma must have been at home (at Dupain-Cheng's, as she immediately corrected herself).
(He added this point a few days ago. Not too much of a giveaway, but still suspicious enough.).
Adrien sighed and shoved the list back in his pocket.
It was still too soon to jump to conclusions.
Besides, obsessively documenting every fact that (for the most part indirectly) somewhat confirmed his theory started consuming too much of his mental energy.
During patrols and akuma attacks, he found himself more and more often observing Ladybug instead of focusing on the job. It needed to stop.
After all, didn't he say to himself the day of their first mission that whoever she was behind the mask, he loved that girl?
And now she needed him like never before.
There were also things he didn't come around to writing down, but he always kept them in mind anyway.
Ladybug being such a kind and supportive person, just like Marinette was.
Marinette being brave and passionate, just like his lady.
Marinette telling him he looked pretty in the Project Oxygen ad. No, he didn't mishear. She actually said that. His face still flushed at the thought that Marinette found him pretty.
The way his heart fluttered as he watched Marinette wave her hands and overall act so goofily while talking to her friends. He could barely resist the tenderness that threatened to consume him.
You need to be honest with yourself, Adrien. Why do you so desperately need Marinette to be Ladybug?
Adrien thought he already knew the answer, but he couldnât bring himself to admit it, not even to himself. Not yet.
===
"You need to get your head out of the clouds, Marinette," said Tikki in her usual high-pitched voice, knowing fully well that her words were most likely destined to fall on deaf ears. "It's not a secret that you're prone to letting your guard down when you're with Adrien."
"I need to stay focused only when it's an akuma attack. He's my boyfriend, after all. Why can't a girl indulge herself in being honest with her boyfriend?" whined Marinette.
"Because to him, you're not just some random girl he's never met in his everyday life. You're his classmate, for God's sake! You can do or say something that might give away your identity if you're not careful enough."
"Ugh, stop it, Tikki!" said Marinette with a big yawn. âGosh, there are tons of girls like me in Paris. Who would suspect Marinette, a normal girl with a normal life?â
Tikki sighed. It was harder than she thought. She couldn't just tell her wielder that an extremely panicked Plagg pulled her aside today at school and that according to him (as he revealed to her in very incoherent sentences), his wielder was already highly suspicious of Ladybug's identity.
All she could do was pray for Adrien to drop this investigation.
She watched in silent resignation Marinette put aside her school belongings and get ready for bed.
===
Adrien, mon amour. You deserve your girlfriend to trust you. You deserve unconditional love. And that's what I'm going to give you. I want to give my whole self to you, Ladybug was talking to herself as she headed to her boyfriendâs house.
She found Adrien sitting at his computer, browsing the Ladyblog's main page.
He turned around upon hearing her arrive, a warm, genuine smile lighting up his face.
Ladybug threw her arms around his neck, burying her nose into the crook of his neck.
"I missed you, Adrien," she said, and she really meant it. Although she saw him today at school, she couldn't just come up to him and kiss him senseless, no matter how much she wanted to.
No, Tikki doesn't understand that feeling. The pining. The longing. The yearning. The urge to cherish your loved one and treasure every moment together. Kwamis never fall in love, so there was nothing Marinette could do.
"I've been reading your interview on the Ladyblog", he said softly, drawing circles on her palm with his thumb. Ladybug loved those small acts of love of his. They had such a soothing effect on her.
"Really? What do you think?"
"You do so much for Paris, sacrificing your time and energy. I think you could use some friendly support, Ladybug", said Adrien, looking at her with such admiration that her heart skipped a bit.
"So do you," she said, smoothing Adrien's hair lovingly. "You deserve the world, Adrien. You give your whole self to the people around you. You should get just as much love in return."
"Nice try, Ladybug, but my father would disagree with you. He thinks I'm a failure. I have always thought I was unlovable. How can you love me when I'm such a loser?"
"Why would you think something like that about yourself?" gasped Ladybug.
Adrien shrugged.
"Maybe because it's true. Whatever I do is not enough to make my father so much as to have breakfast with me. Whatever I do to make people around me love me and need me, they end up brushing me aside, forgetting about my very existence. I try to be funny, but my jokes end up being humiliating. One of my friends called me out for being a people-pleaser. But I've never known how not to be one since I'm such a waste of space."
Ladybug didn't interrupt him. She watched him with her eyes as wide as saucers while he was speaking.
Up until now, she had seen just glimpses of how Adrien felt about himself. What he was telling her now was a shocking revelation. She was beating herself up for failing to see how low self-esteem this boy, so happy on the outside, seemed to have.
When he finally stopped, his gaze scrutinising the toes of his sneakers, Ladybug surprised him by squeezing him in a bone-crushing hug.
"Mon Adrien," she whispered in his ear. "Mon amour, I promise you, I'm begging you to believe that you're absolutely not a waste of space. You're the kindest boy I've ever met in my life. You have a heart of gold. You're needed. You're loved. I promise you this. Do you believe me?â
He nodded hesitantly and buried his face in her hair, clutching at her for dear life.
===
Adrien didn't know why he was telling her all of this, but he couldnât bring himself to stop. He felt that he must get it all off his chest. He still cringed internally for showing his vulnerability, but for nothing in the world would he take it back.
After Ladybug was gone, he tried to collect himself.
His lady was truly amazing. He was the luckiest guy to have such a fantastic person in his life. A person who came to his rescue just in time to save him from spiralling when he happened to be at his lowest, despite having been traumatised herself.
He didn't want to let go of her. She felt like home.
There was this warm comfort feeling radiating from her, which made him feel safe and cared for when it all came crashing down around him.
No need to be performative. No need to earn love.
If he only knew who she was. He would spend every waking moment by her side, thriving on her love and support. If she turned out to be Marinette, it'd be everything he could ever wish for.
That's when it hit him. He's been busy searching for insignificant details that proved nothing, while the clue might lurk elsewhere.
It was obvious how much Ladybug loved him. Her love for him was literally tangible.
If Adrien wanted to prove his theory, he should be searching for proof that Marinette was in love with him, too.
But how? It was easier said than done.
Because if Marinette truly was in love with him, she was a good actress. He couldnât help but applaud her skills in concealing her feelings.
Thus, another dead end?
âMission impossible,â Adrien murmured under his breath.
âWhat did you say, kid?â Plagg asked, interrupting his cheese feastâhe'd said he needed to eat a great amount of camembert to recover from the sickness caused by all the corny talking he'd been forced to witness.
âNothing,â Adrien said with a defeated sigh.
===
Except there was a way he might get another proof for his theory.
Another indirect one, of course, but at this point Adrien couldnât care less, as long as the proof aligned with his theory.
After all, the only direct proof he could ever get would be seeing Ladybug's transformation or detransformation firsthand.
But in order to get this proof, Adrien will have to touch a raw nerve. He prayed inwardly that Luka would forgive him.
===
"May I ask you something?â Adrien asked after having cleared his throat nervously. âWhy did you and Marinette break up?"
It was another run-of-the-mill Kitty Section rehearsal, Adrien playing keyboards as a special guest star, and he used a short break to have a word with Luka in the cabin.
The way Luka stiffened at the question didn't escape his attention. He even eyed Adrien for a moment, as if pondering how much he could reveal.
"We⌠uhm⌠didn't get to spend much time together⌠She was always too busy." He said eventually.
"I was just surprised when I heard the news." Adrien explained in an apologetic tone. "I thought you two made such a wholesome couple."
"Maybe we did, but anyway, we weren't meant to last long, since the love I had for Marinette was always one-sided."
Despite having other things on his mind, Adrien couldnât help but feel bad for Luka.
"Sorry, I didnât mean to get too personal." Adrien mumbled, his face flushing. He hated himself for his forced indiscretion. "It's just that you both mean so much to me, and I'd hate to see you miserable.".
"Don't you worry about me," Luka, usually very nice, suddenly said rather dryly. I'll be fine, and so will Marinette."
Luka gave him a short nod as he walked by towards the exit.
Adrien mentally gave himself a slap on the face. Did he go too far with his questions? He'll have to apologize to Luka. He didn't even learn anything new.
Wait, what did he say? His feelings for Marinette were one-sided? Does this mean what I think it means?
"Well, well, well, someone's jealous," a familiar saccharine voice said, interrupting Adrien's train of thought.
"How did you get here, Lila?" Adrien asked without even trying to conceal his annoyance.
"I told Rose the other day that I was a huge fan of Kitty Section, and she was so sweet that she granted me permission to attend their next rehearsal." Lila answered in her usual undisturbed tone, taking a seat next to him. "I hope you don't mind that I overheard your conversation with Luka. You're so lucky to have me, because I can provide some more information about the subject you're interested in."
"If you came here to badmouth Marinette, don't waste your time; I'm not buying your lies." Adrien said harshly.
"I'm not going to badmouth anyone; I just want to avert another heartbreak. Oh la la, poor Luka. Marinette broke his heart in such a cruel way. She was constantly absent from their dates, leaving Luka all alone for hours and then finding the lamest excuses imaginable. But the most heinous thing about their relationship was that the poor guitar boy had always been her second choice. Marinette was in love with someone else."
"Was she? In love with whom?" Adrien found himself asking. He mentally gave himself another slap on the face, but it was too late.
"Ask Marinette if you really want to know," Lila answered in a sing-song voice, a wicked grin on her face. "It's not my secret to tell. I just want you to know that Marinette is not good girlfriend material. If you want a perfect date, it's right here next to you."
Adrien stood up abruptly and turned his back to her in disgust. Lila's poisonous talk ruined his mood entirely.
However, her words somehow planted a seed of doubt in his head. Because, as infuriating as they were, some of them fitted perfectly with his theory, as if they were tailored specifically for the puzzle Adrien tried so desperately to put together.
===
The next day was tough for Adrien. He couldnât make it when another akuma attack occurred due to a press conference his father had obligated Adrien to cover for him at.
âMaybe Ladybug doesn't need Chat Noir all that much,â he said to himself, watching magical ladybugs swarms do their usual job of getting Paris back to normal. âShe seems to be doing perfectly fine with all the other heroes having her back.â
He was getting home a little bitter, thinking about everything Ladybug told him the other day, when his self-esteem dropped, as it did every once in a while. About needing him and wanting him around.
Was it all a lie? Or was the traumatic experience she'd mentioned at fault for leaving him behind?
Did she really need him, as Adrien or Chat Noir?
===
She probably did, though. Why else would there be 14 missed calls and several voice messages from her on his catphone, telling him to meet her at the top of the Eiffel Tower?
However, the poor cat didn't know whether he should be looking forward to meeting her. Chances are that his today's absence was the last straw, and now Ladybug was going to take his miraculous away.
And if so⌠what then?
Okay, calm down, matou. It's too soon to panic. Perhaps everything will turn out just fine.
He gulped painfully, but a lump blocking his throat didn't go away.
===
He found her standing with her back turned to him, leaning on the railing. No matter how hard Chat Noir tried to read her body's language, he couldnât decipher whether she was angry or just stargazing.
His heart made it all the way up and was now thumping in his throat. Sucking in a deep breath, he meowed softly to let her know he was there.
He started making lame excuses, trying to explain his absence earlier that day without revealing too much personal information, but Ladybug interrupted him.
âI've been thinking about it a lot lately, Chaton, and now I think you were right, after all,â she started, still not looking at him.
Chat Noir looked at her, puzzled, not sure what she was getting at with all of this.
His ignorance didn't last long, though. Ladybug turned abruptly, and he found himself face to face with her. Her eyes were full of determination.
âWe should reveal our secret identities to each other.â
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Love Remains - Ch 6
Written for @thelibraryloserâs birthday, which was way back in July! But I'm making steady progress again! Woot!
Chapters: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 |
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Chapter 6:
Forty-Two Days Since Marinette Lost her Memory
Marinette blocks out Chat Noirâs form on a blank page of her sketchbook. Sheâs starting to lose count of how many pictures of him sheâs drawn, but she hasnât captured what sheâs going for yet. Thereâs a softness to his eyes and his smile when he looks at her whenever sheâs talking to him. An expression that makes her forget to breathe and her stomach flutter with giddiness.Â
And so she keeps trying.
She hasnât told him how she feels yet. Her diary said that he loved her, but sheâs still nervous because sheâs not certain he still sees her as his partner and friend. Maybe she only serves as a painful reminder of the dear friend he had lost.Â
She shades in the iris of his eye. She erases it almost immediately. Itâs still not right.Â
She doesnât know how to live up to the memory that everyone has of her.Â
Is she still that person? Or is she a whole new person?Â
She doesnât know. Sheâs not even sure what she wants the answer to that question to be.Â
But she hopes that Chat Noir still loves her.Â
She hopes she can give him the chance that old Ladybug denied him.Â
âTikki?â
âYes?âÂ
âWhy donât I love Adrien?âÂ
Tikki giggles. âWhat makes you think you donât?âÂ
âI just⌠I love Chat Noir. The old Marinette didnât?âÂ
âHow do you know that?âÂ
Marinette shoves the old diary towards Tikki. âBecause she said so.âÂ
Tikki shakes her head. âYouâre assuming you understood your feelings.â
âAre you saying she didnât?âÂ
âIâm saying your diary isnât the whole picture. When you woke up, Chat Noir was the first person you saw. What did you feel?âÂ
âI⌠I wanted him to be okay. I wanted to be there for him.âÂ
âAnd would you call that love?âÂ
âI donât know what else to call it. It has to be love.âÂ
Tikki nods. âThat all came from before. It was all already there.â
âBut then what about Adrien?âÂ
âWhat do you feel when you see adrien?âÂ
âWarm? Fond? Like I want to know him better?â
âAnd is that love?âÂ
Marinetteâs arms shot out spastically. âHow can it be? I donât know him very well!âÂ
Tikki smiles. âAs long as youâre being honest with yourself, Marinette.âÂ
Marinette glares at Tikki. She doesnât love Adrien. She doesnât . She loves Chat Noir.Â
And sheâs going to tell him.Â
âŚ
She places candles along the railing of her own balcony. She knows Chat Noir set up his romantic balcony date for Ladybug elsewhere, and she would have liked to use the same location, but old Marinette had neglected to mention where that had been. And the advantage to setting up here is that everything she needs is right in her room.Â
Once all the candles were lit, she spread rose petals all along the ground. Then she sets the small table with heart shaped pastries and fills small flute glasses with sparkling cider.
Then she has to wait. She readjusts the glasses and napkins again and again. Sheâs not sure what look sheâs going for. It just seems like another thing she canât get right.
She glances at her phone. Heâs going to be there in three minutes. She hadnât told him there was anything special about today, but he always came every three days just to check in. And heâs never late.Â
Her gaze sweeps the set up, searching for something out of place. And she suddenly doubts everything.Â
What was she thinking in imitating his confession? Ladybug rejected him that night! He doesnât want to relive that moment!Â
Heart shaped macarons?! So over the top and tacky! She throws them over the balconyâs railing.Â
Rose petals? Waay too much for a girl who only had six weeks worth of memories. He probably saw her as a child. She sweeps them under the table.Â
Chat Noir lands silently next to her before she finishes erasing the evidence of her romantic evening.Â
âGood evening, Mâlady,â he greets, the warmth of his voice washing over her skin, sending her nerves bubbling once again.Â
He looks around, taking in the candles, the glasses, and whatâs left of the rose petals.Â
âWhatâs the special occasion?â he asks lightly, but his gaze feels heavy, and she absolutely cannot meet his eyes as heat explodes across her face.Â
âD-do I need a reason to uh⌠spoil my kitâ I mean, uh⌠I donât know wh-what I mean.âÂ
Why the hell was she stuttering?Â
âMâlady?âÂ
She risks a glance at his face. Heâs staring at her, his face is smooth, a mask of interest and patience. And then he smiles, and sheâs lost his eyes - green and calm. And she wonders why sheâs freaking out. How could she forget that with him, sheâs completely and forever safe.
She takes in a shaky breath and opens her mouth.Â
âTikki, spots on.âÂ
Transforming isnât part of the plan, but it feels right to be Ladybug. The same way it felt the first time she remembered launching herself into the sky with a yo-yo she had never held before. The same way it felt chasing after him as they bounded across rooftops. The same way it felt when they stood side by side or back to back against more than a dozen akumas.Â
His eyes are wide, his mouth forms a little oh, and heâs frozen still in what she hopes is surprise.
A laugh bubbles up from her throat, and she reaches for his hand. Their fingers interlace immediately, but he feels limp in her hold.Â
âChaton, I donât know how to put what you mean to me into words.âÂ
He sucks in a breath, his eyes are locked onto her, and so she continues.
âI was never upset that my memories were gone, but I have felt lost. And you,â she squeezes his hand, and warmth lights up her chest and strengthens her smile when he squeezes back. âYou have held my hand while I have tried to figure out where I fit in this world. You never ask me what I remember and you always trust my competence. Youâve saved my life literally and metaphorically over and over, and Iâm sure you did the same before I can remember.â
His eyes water, his chin trembles, and heâs now holding her hand so hard it hurts, but she wonât let go.Â
âWhen Iâm with you I feel like Iâm a whole complete person.â She glances away, down at their joined hands. âAnd maybe itâs too soon, maybe itâs too much, but I want to tell you that Iâ I l-love you.âÂ
Tears slip down his cheeks, and her free hand wipes them away with a caress of her gloved fingertips.Â
âPlease donât cry,â she begs.
He shakes his head rapidly, and clings to her tighter. She holds him just as hard, determined to grant him the patience he has always given her no matter the situation.Â
âI was hoping this was a good thing,â she whispers.
âIt is!â he says furiously, granting her a watery smile.Â
Heâs so gorgeous. Her eyes dart to his lips, and without thinking she leans forward. Her eyes fall closed, and his breath warms her mouths and his lipsâ
âNo, wait.âÂ
Heâs pushing her away, not hard or even far, but something in her chest shatters.Â
âYouâve always said you were in love with someone else.âÂ
And her shoulders cave in, and she wishes she could hide her face because this is worse than rejection. She had been ready and prepared for rejection.
She untangled her hands from his and pulled the rest of the way away.Â
âMâlady, please!â He reaches for her hand again, but she dodges, and he stops trying. âI just⌠you only fall in love with me when you donât remember him .â
âIt doesnât matter what she felt. Itâs not what I am feeling!â she wraps her arms around herself, looking for the comfort he usually provides. Itâs a poor substitute.
âBut maybe youâll feel differently if you give him a chance. I donât want to take that away from you.â
This is so much worse because he does love her. Marientte knows that he does, but just like everyone else, heâs choosing to respect old Marinette over her as she is now.Â
She feels whole when sheâs with him, but he doesnât see her as whole. She chokes back a sob.
He reaches out for her again, and this time she lets him pull her in.Â
âWhy do you get to decide which of my feelings are real and which ones are not?â she cries into his chest.Â
He tenses against her. âThatâs not what I meant,â he insists.Â
And maybe itâs not, but thatâs what it feels like, so she pushes him away again.
âI donât know what she felt. I donât understand what she felt. She loved this other boy. She hated being Ladybug. I donât understand her. Sheâs not me.âÂ
Her former self was insane, and more than ever the loss of her memories doesnât feel like a loss. Even with the option, Marinette isnât certain she would want them back.
She stiffens at the thought, and looks at him again, her eyes wide. âIs that why?â
His eyebrows furrow, for once unable to follow her jump in thinking. âIs what why?â
âWhy you stopped me from kissing you? Because you donât love me? Because Iâm not her. Everyone wants her to come back. No one wants me.â
She falls to her knees, wracking sobs pulsing up and down her form.Â
â Marinette .âÂ
She freezes at the sound of her name on his lips. Sheâs never heard him say it. Of course he knows who she is. He was there on her first day, he took her home, he visited her every three evenings without fail.
She looks at him through her tears.Â
âI love you so much it hurts,â he says. âAnd despite what you think, youâre definitely still her.âÂ
He hovers next to her as he speaks, his hands opening and closing like a kittenâs as he looks at her with the most intense desperate expression sheâs ever seen.Â
âYouâre someone who always has the right idea at the right time. Youâre fearless and I donât mean that youâre never afraid. That fear just never stops you. Whatever the situation, you dive in and face it head on.âÂ
She thinks he might disagree if he ever reads her old diary.Â
âYou do things because they are right and because they are kind. You decided to be Ladybug not because you wanted to be Ladybug, but because Hawkmoth was terrorizing innocent people and you had the power to do something. And on the first day after you lost your memories, you were comforting me . And that was wild.âÂ
Tears prick at the corners of her eyes again.Â
âAnd now, youâre not deterred by what came before. You face the uncertainty and unknowns in your life with so much courage and grace. And I am more in love with you than ever and I honestly didnât think that was possible.Â
She wants to kiss him.
âBut it feels like if I let myself have this, Iâm benefitting from the situation. Last time we forgot everything, we fell in love. But as soon as your memory came back, you made the same choice. I was your second choice. Iâm always your second choice. And I love you so much that I want you to be happy more than I want you to be mine.â
She shakes her head in disagreement. âYouâre not my second choice, Chaton! Adrienâs sweet and definitely soft on the eyes. But I donât understand how he could ever compare to Ladybugâs superhero partner. Heâs not there during every akuma battle. Heâs not the one that has held her hand for as long as she can remember as she tries to figure out who she is. Heâs not the person who accepts me as I am now.âÂ
He blinks at her, his eyes dilated. âAdrien?â he repeats. âAdrien is the boy you love?âÂ
And suddenly, sheâs furious.Â
âNo!â she screams, shoving him away. âArenât you listening?! You are the boy I love! How many times do I need to say it?â
She scrambles away from him, through her window, slamming it closed before curling into a ball and letting herself sob.Â
Why doesnât he trust that she knows what sheâs feeling better than he does?
Why doesnât he understand?Â
âŚ
#miraculous ladybug#love square#ladynoir#memory loss#marinette gave up the box and lost all her memories#partial reveal#half reveal#hurt comfort#but not as angsty as this trope usually is#happy ending#my own content#love remains
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Taking Chances Ch. 2Â Finding Out (Family/Friends)
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âMari!â Adrien yells, running past Batman to sweep her up in a hug. Marinetteâs face instantly heats up, but she buries herself into the hug. After all, itâs not every day she faces a supervillain determined to kill her with a dangerous weapon...without her suit, anyway.
âIâm okay. Iâm okay.â Marinette reassures him, relishing in the comfort. A cleared throat makes her jump back and look at Batman who, despite clearing his throat and cutting off the most amazing hug ever, has no emotions on his face. Whatsoever. Cause thatâs not intimidating or anything.
âThe police will need your statement, Miss Dupain Cheng.â Batman says. Marinette nods, squeaking when Adrien reaches down and entwines his fingers with hers. Following Batmanâs directions to the awaiting police, Marinette feels nerves flood her systerm as she sees the sheer number of officers on the other side of the door. Sucking in a deep breath, she feels Adrien squeeze her hand. Shooting him a thankful smile, Marinette uses her unattached hand to open the door and step out into the mess of personnel. A man with a mustache and square glasses steps forward immediately, his hand extended.
âHello Miss Dupain Cheng. Iâm Commissioner Jim Gordon. We were in communication with Batman while he was inside so we heard some of what happened. Would you be comfortable telling us what happened? We can get you checked over by paramedics first, if you want.â Commissioner Gordon says.
âOh, no, no. Iâm fine. I donât-â She starts to say, but a gruff voice cuts her off.
âShe should be examined immediately, Gordon. She may have inhaled smoke from the smoke bombs due to proximity. She also could have burns to her face or ears from Jokerâs gun. He shot it and then proceeded to prod her with it.â Batman says, the last part of his âreportâ slightly more gruff than the first. Was heâŚ..worried about her? Marinette shakes that thought off almost immediately. Why would Batman be worried about her? Wait, was he really going to make her see the paramedics when all she wanted to do was talk to the officers so she could get back to the trip?
âI assure you, Monsieur Batman, Monsieur Gordon, I donât need to see the paramedics. Iâm a little shaky, but thatâs all. I mean, I was held at gunpoint. I think shaky is appropriate, non?â Marinette asks, flashing the two a bright smile. Gordon raises an eyebrow and glances at Batman who shakes his head stiffly.
âShe gets examined.â He says, leaving no room for questions as he pulls his grappling hook (?!?!) out and retreats to the rooftop.
âYou heard the man. We can talk as youâre examined, if youâd prefer. Iâm sure you just want to put this whole business behind you.â Commissioner Gordon says kindly. Marinette sighs in relief and nods, smiling again at the man. Hopefully this would be taken care of quickly. --- Bruce Wayne was slightly panicking, though he would never admit it. When reports of the Joker being spotted at the Gotham City Museum of Modern Art first rolled in, he assumed his biggest challenge would be keeping Jason from murdering the clown. He did not expect to see a small girl being held at gunpoint. A girl who looked like a strange mix between his mother, and someone else. But he couldnât place his- of course. Memories flood his mind as he thinks back to the woman who was so clearly related to the small girl. Bridgette Le. A woman that he, at one time, thought he would be able to spend the rest of his life with. Until she left Gotham and cut off all contact between the two. Oh god. She wouldnâtâŚ.would she? --- âI donât understand why that older paramedic looked like sheâd seen a ghost.â Marinette says with a pout as she continues working on the embroidery for a jacket for Jagged. Design never sleeps.
âWhat dâya mean?â Adrien asks from his nest of blankets on her bed. Marinette tries to focus on keeping her blush down. Apparently, the attack at the museum had scared Adrien more than her, though she imagined he was scared on her behalf. But she couldnât quite understand why...nevertheless, he had become attached at her hip and hadnât left her side since they got back to the hotel. Even though all she really wanted was a little alone time to talk to Tikki. Especially about the chance of the Miraculous Cure working here. Maybe if she was in the battleâŚ
âDidnât you notice? He was fine til he looked into my eyes and then he got super pale. He looked like he was going to say something, but Monsieur Gordon stopped him before he could.â Marinette recounts, remembering the way the paramedic had to switch out since his hands wouldnât stop shaking.
âI didnât notice that. Thatâs weird. Anything else happen like that today?â Adrien asks, finally sitting up and giving her his full attention. Marinette pauses her stitching and purses her lips as she runs the days events back through her head. The paramedic. Batman. Joker. Arriving late to the museum. The cab ride. Being left at the hotel. Coffee-
âWell,â Marinette starts, furrowing her eyebrows as she tries to rationalize the manâs actions in addition to the actions of the paramedic. But something wasnât adding up. âThere was my cab ride to the museum.â
âWhat happened? Was someone creepy? I can fight them for you!â Adrien offers, a little too cheery. Marinette freezes as she studies his face, searching for something. Adrien had been off all day. More protective than heâd been in awhile. And the few times Lila had spoken, he had scowled at her instead of ignored her. Was he finally coming around to the idea that the high road would not work with Lila? Pushing those thoughts off for another time, Marinette shakes her head.
âNo, no. Nothing like that. But as I was leaving, he called me Miss Wayne.â Marinette admits, not expecting Adrienâs uncontrollable laughter.
âHe, you, oh my god!â He laughs, clutching his sides. Marinetteâs eyebrows furrow in confusion as she sets the jacket down on the desk.
âWhat?â She asks, completely and totally frustrated with the situation. Adrien laughs for another minute before calming down, wiping tears from his eyes and shooting her a blinding smile. Not his model smile. An actual smile that warms her heart and her cheeks.
âIâm so sorry Mari. Itâs just, I think he was referring to the fact that you look like the typical kid Bruce Wayne adopts.â Adrien says and Marinetteâs blood freezes.
âDid you say Bruce Wayne?â Marinette asks and Adrien nods, his previous mirth wiped from his face.
âYeah, Mari, are you okay?â He asks. Marinette nods, then shakes her head, then groans and throws up her arms in frustration.
âI donât know! I just- you remember how I told you Iâm adopted?â She asks. Adrien nods, then stops. A look of mixed terror and awe flooding his face.
âOh god, Mari. You never told me the name. Your birth father-â
âHis name is Bruce Wayne. But thereâs gotta be hundreds if not thousands of Bruce Waynes in the US right?â Marinette asks, even as her hope in that idea dwindles.
âThe US? Heâs confirmed from the US?â Adrien asks, already pulling out his phone.
âYes. Adrien, what are you doing?â She asks, suddenly worried as she jumps onto the bed next to him, desperately trying to see his phone.
âIâm googling Bruce Wayne and Bridgette Le as a combined search. Wayne is one of the most prominent figures in Gotham, all of his previous relationships have photographic evidence. Except for whoever the mother of his youngest is. But thatâs probably because he wasnât in the country at that time.â Adrien says, typing away furiously on his phone. Marinetteâs eyebrow quirks up in amusement.
âSince when were you a master researcher?â She asks with a grin.
âSince one of my best friends found out sheâs adopted and it could be the man who hosts the only palatable high society parties. Seriously. And theyâd be much better if you were there and-holy shit. Your bio mom looks just like you!â Adrien exclaims, turning the phone to her. Marinette inhales deeply and thanks whatever power there is that sheâs not in Paris right now. The emotions running over her at an indescribable speed...not all of them are positive. And theyâre all overwhelming as she looks at a picture that very clearly shows her bio mom with Bruce Wayne. As in the Gotham Bruce Wayne. Not a different unknown Bruce Wayne across the country somewhere. Nope. A man who is apparently prominent enough that Monsieur Agreste makes his son go to the manâs parties.
âI donât suppose she just had a type for men named Bruce Wayne?â Marinette says weakly. This was not what she expected. --- This was exactly what he expected. Looking at the birth records for one Marinette Le, where heâs noted as the father. Though why he wasnât notified before the girlâs custody was signed over to Sabine Cheng, heâll never understand. His jaw clenches as he continues reading, eyes scanning over Bridgetteâs death certificate before glancing back at Marinetteâs birth certificate. A daughter. He had a daughter. Another child that he would never be able to hold when they were small. Another child that grew up without him. Another child that he didnât meet until they were already a person. Someone with their own experiences individual from his own, someone that may not even know he had found them. And that he wanted nothing more than to get to know someone who was brave enough to stand between the Joker and her friends. Someone who was determined not to let what should have been the most traumatic experience in her life be a set back. He had a daughter. And he wanted to meet her.
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How the Sirens Adopted a Ladybug Pt5
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They ate mostly in silence with Ladybug refusing to look at any of them. The Kwami were all cuddled up against her obviously trying to offer emotional support. Every time she managed to calm herself down Selina would look over at the girl and her rage would build up again. She was going to have to find an outlet for it in order to stay here.
âSo why havenât you asked for help from the European Justice League?â The full body flinch she got in response gave her a target for that rage. She mumbled something that Selina couldnât hear. âWhat was that?â
âI donât think they believed anything was happening. Eventually they just told me that if I couldnât handle butterflies I shouldnât consider myself a hero. They had real problems to deal with.â Oh she was definitely sicking Bruce on those idiots once she figured out what was going on. âIn their defense once I cast my cure thereâs no visible damage so unless one of them had been here during an attack it really doesnât seem real.â Great, now she was making excuses for heroes who absolutely should know better.
âI donât care what they thought, thatâs unacceptable behavior. You mentioned something about others that were helping you?â She flinched and curled in on herself.
âYou should tell them. Plaggâs right, I think they can help.â Most of the other Kwami looked surprised at Tikkiâs words. Ladybug somehow just seemed to get smaller.
âKiddo, the three of us are the last to judge, trust me. We just want to help.â Harleyâs voice was gentle and the girl peeked at her before looking back at her hands. Plagg flew up to her shoulder and was whispering in her ear. Eventually she took a deep breath and pulled her knees into her chest.
âAt first it was just Chat Noir and me. It was okay for a while. He was always goofing around and flirting but he was there. But things happened and he didnât want there to be secrets even though it was for our own safety. The Guardian chose what information we got when and he trusted me more than he did Chat, especially the more he pushed. He let me choose temporary holders and that just pissed Chat off more. He started becoming unreliable. Not showing up to fights, spending patrols trying to convince me to reveal my identity. Then he revealed himself to the other holders and got them to do the same. I refused and he convinced the others that I wasnât trustworthy. I had to take his Miraculous. Too many people knew who he was. After that I couldnât use any of the others even if they had been willing and I didnât know anyone else I could trust. Then the Guardian⌠he got sick and turned his responsibilities over to me. So now I use whichever Miraculous I need for any given battle.â
âAnd what about your living situation?â She shook her head but it seemed more like an automatic reaction than an answer.
âThat could compromise my identity.â Plagg and Tikki both flew in front of her face with their arms crossed.
âYou need to tell them. Keeping your identity from Chat and the others was necessary and as weâve seen showed good instincts on your part, but this is different.â Tikkiâs voice sounded encouraging but strained. Their worry was obvious.
âBut-â
âNo buts Kit.â Plagg pointed to Selina. âSheâs one of mine and thereâs no malice toward you in any of them. Weâre done watching you suffer alone. Not to mention you havenât had a chance to breathe in months let alone grieve properly.â Selina shared a confused look with the other two. Plagg referring to her as theirs was odd but she was more worried about the grieving comment. Tears welled in Ladybugâs eyes and she shook her head again.
âI canât.â The words were choked and the rest of the Kwami cuddled further into the girl while Plagg and Tikki just looked at each other.
âWill you let us tell them?â She hunched in further on herself but before she could say anything Tikki let out a string of what sounded like curses. Selina had no idea what language it was in. âThereâs an Akuma.â Ladybug let out a tired breath.
âWhat time is it?â
âSchool just started. Which one do you think it is this time?â Plaggâs snark just got annoyed noises from all the Kwami. Ladybug stood and started towards the window. âKit youâre not transformed.â
âOh right.â Tikki disappeared and there was another flash of light around the girl.
âWhy donât we go with you? Iâd like to see exactly whatâs going on.â She frowned in thought.
âIf you want, but I need you to stay back and not interfere. Itâs bad enough trying to keep the others out of harm's way and I really donât have the energy to look after anyone else and still defeat the Akuma.â As soon as she said it she was out the window.
âWhat do you think she meant by others?â Harley sounded like she had a guess at the answer, but wanted someone to give her a different one.
âI have a bad feeling that her former help are still trying to pretend theyâre heroes. That or theyâre actively trying to sabotage her. Or possibly both.â Given what had been said about Chat Noir, she wouldnât be surprised.
âWe should head out and find a good vantage point.â Ivy was just staring out the window but it seemed like she was looking inward.
âI just need to grab my jacket. And for now we respect her wish for no interference, unless itâs a matter of life and death for her, agreed?â Harley and Ivy both gave a nod but neither looked happy about it. Ten minutes later, as they stood on a roof watching Ladybug taking hits for a bunch of idiots who wouldnât leave the area, Selina wasnât either. As soon as the fight was over they moved in closer to see what the morons had to say for themselves.
âLooking a bit ragged there MâLady. Are you ready to admit you were wrong yet? All I want is an apology and a reveal and things can go back to the way they were.â Selina had to grab Harley to stop her from lunging at the boy who spoke but Ladybug shot him a flat look.
âGo back to what exactly? You refusing to respect my boundaries and throwing tantrums during a fight, or you just not showing up at all?â The boy sputtered indignantly and she turned to leave but a different one, the one whoâd been possessed started yelling at her.
âArenât you even going to ask what upset me so much I got Akumatized? You used to actually care about people.â Ladybug just crossed her arms and waited. âSomeone I thought was my friend just moved away without telling anyone! Can you believe that?â That just brought a confused look from the hero as she scanned the others assembled. For some reason that seemed to annoy the girl more. âMarinette! She just up and left without telling anyone!â
âIâm sorry, did you all just now notice she was gone?â Disbelief was the main thing in her tone, but there was hurt there as well.
âWhat do you mean just now? Donât act like itâs our fault she decided to bail on her friends.â Ladybug was just staring at all of them like theyâd lost their minds.
âSome friends considering it took you six months to notice she was missing in the first place.â There was a blonde girl leaning against a nearby building that Selina would swear wasnât there a minute about.
âSheâs not missing. Her parents sold their business and the family moved.â The blonde looked like she was going to fire back but Ladybug spoke first.
âBelieve what you want, you always do. This is not something Iâm going to stand here and argue about. Iâm sorry you feel hurt but thereâs nothing I can do to help the situation.â She tried to leave again.
âWait!â The blond practically jogged up to her. âI need to speak with you, alone.â Ladybug hesitated. âPlease, itâs important.â The hero searched the girls face for a moment before giving a small nod. The others immediately started shouting at her so she grabbed the other girl and headed to a nearby roof. They followed silently and Selina watched as they both stood awkwardly.
âSo what do you need to talk to me about Chloe?â There was a wariness to Ladybug's tone and stance, almost like she expected to be yelled at or attacked. The other girl just seemed nervous.
âA couple things. You knew Marinette was missing, do you know where she is?â Ladybugâs entire body tensed up at the question and Chloe saw it. âIâm not asking you to tell me I just⌠I just want to know if sheâs okay. The police are refusing to look for her, claiming she went to live with relatives out of the country even though her passport hasnât been used, and she hasnât touched her back accounts since the day afterâŚâ She trailed off, obviously not wanting to finish the thought.
âHow do you know she hasnât⌠youâve been using your fatherâs accounts to check the police progress havenât you?â She just gave a sheepish shrug. âWhy? You hated Marinette.â Chloe flinched.
âNo I didnât. We were rivals sure, and I was overall a bitch yes, but I never hated her. We were just so different and⌠I mean youâve met my parents. I was taught from a young age that I was above everyone else and that they should be grateful for my notice. Mari⌠I couldnât understand for the longest time why she stood up to me. I know it sounds stupid and I canât really explain it better.â She sounded frustrated but it actually seemed to calm Ladybug down for some reason. âLook, I understand why she wouldnât want to come back to school. Those ungrateful peasants made her life a living hell, but itâs like she completely dropped off the face of the earth. I canât even imagine what losing both her parents in an accident like that must have done to her.â
âSheâs okay. She just didnât want to be sent out of Paris, or put into the system.â It didnât sound like a lie but Ladybug was refusing to look the other girl in the eye for some reason. Chloe was just frowning in thought.
âIf you see her again⌠tell her I can help if she wants. I know Iâm probably the last person she wants to deal with but if she needs a place to stay no questions asked, Iâm offering. Daddy has a few judges that owe him favors as well so we can probably get her emancipated so she can at least get to her money without worrying about someone tracking her and putting her somewhere she doesnât want to be.â Ladybug nodded but from her position Selina could see her fighting back tears. âThe other thing I wanted to talk aboutâŚâ
âYes?â Chloe still hesitated. She looked worried.
âThat comment Adrien made, about you looking ragged⌠he wasnât wrong.â Ladybug curled in on herself and Chloe panicked. âIâm not say it as a criticism! Ever since those rejects abandoned you itâs obvious things have been getting worse. I donât know what you home situation is like but itâs kind of obvious itâs less than great.â
âIf youâre going to try and convince me to give you a Miraculous-â
âNo! No, itâs nothing like that. I just⌠here.â She pushed something into the heroâs hand and Ladybug just looked at it in confusion.
âWhatâŚâ Chloe cleared her throat nervously.
âI had part of my floor renovated into a sort of efficiency apartment. That key is to get in through the balcony. The door that leads to the rest of my suite has multiple locks, including bolts that go into the floor that can only be accessed from the inside.â Ladybug blinked at her, not seeming to process what the girl said. âItâs a safe place⌠if you need it.â There was a long pause then Ladybug lurched forward, pulling the other girl into a hug.
âThank you.â Â The words were soft, almost inaudible, but the emotion behind them was heartbreaking.
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New Girl on the Block (18)
(Hey, everyone! I have an announcement to make! After posting this chapter, I am going to be taking a temporary leave due to family matters. Theyâre fun family matters, so donât worry! but they will prevent me from writing any further chapters at this time. I plan to post the next chapter on June 27th. Sorry for the long wait! Thatâs just how things worked out, but I hope Iâll get to see you all then, and please enjoy this new update! Feel free to check out the mini series connected to this called Journal Entries!)
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Chapter 18: Itâs the Little Moments
Felix grumbled to himself as he picked up his tie to pull it around his neck. Valentineâs Day parties were bad enough already with all of the love-sick couples that tended to crowd around him throughout the evening. Did he really have to further his torment by dressing up as well? His previous suit was perfectly fine for an event such as this. Fashionable, sleek, formal- there was no reason to change. Especially when it came to this ridiculous, unseemly-
âOh, lighten up.â His mother told him, shooing his hands away so she could tie the tie herself. âItâs just a Valentineâs Day suit, and youâre wearing it for one night. Thereâs no need to scowl over it. Iâm sure the other boys will be wearing some form of pink too.â
Felix scoffed. âMother, donât patronize me. You know I donât care about the pink color. Itâs the fact that youâre dressing me up to match the theme.â
Bridgette eyed him. âAnd? Youâre supposed to match the theme for parties. Thatâs why itâs called a theme.â
âBut if I match the theme, other girls at the party will probably think I approve of the theme too.â Felix argued. âAnd then theyâll be asking me to dance or trying to talk with me in general. Iâll have to spend the entire evening trying to shoo them off.â
A laugh tumbled from his motherâs lips. âAw~, it must be so exhausting having all of the girls fall in love with you.â
Felix shot her a flat look. âWould you want to spend an evening rejecting people?â
Bridgette tilted her head in a nod. âIâll give you that one, but you know Allegra could always scare them off if they become too overbearing.â
Felix blew out a relenting sigh. He supposed that was true.
âBesides, even if the girls are chasing you, you still need to look nice Marinette, donât you?â
Felix furrowed his eyebrows, confused. âNo? Marinetteâs not going to care what I look like, so long as Iâm not a fashion disaster, that is.â
Which, in this suit, he might very well be, to be honest. Perhaps he should text her a warning.
âI thought you two were supposed to be going on a fake date tonight.â His mother replied, tugging lightly on Felixâs tie to straighten it.
Felixâs gaze snapped to her. âWhere did you hear that?â
Bridgette chuckled, offering him a teasing glance as she said, âOh, please. You know Allegra and I talk.â
Felix tisked and rolled his shoulders, making sure his suit wasnât too tight. Of course Allegra would mention that ridiculous suggestion to his mother. Those two loved to gossip together, specifically about him.
âWell, weâre not.â He remarked, leveling out the annoyance in his tone. âThat was just some frivolous idea that Claude came up with the other day.â
âReally? I thought the idea sounded rather exciting.â
Felix resisted the urge to scoff again. Her too? âWhy on earth would it be exciting? You galivant around with someone, probably doing the exact same thing you would do with them on a normal basis, but you call it a âfake dateâ for what? A good laugh when someone assumes youâre a real couple? I canât wrap my brain around the reasoning.â
Another chuckle came from Bridgette. âNo, I suppose you wouldnât, but consider this: If you and Marinette pretend youâre dating for the evening, you might not have so many girls coming to ask you for a dance.â
Felix paused, his eyes widening slightly. That.. actually wasnât such a bad idea. He might even consider it if the thought of asking Marinette didnât sound so incredibly arrogant. âWould you mind being my fake date to help me escape the supposed hoards of girls who are going to chase after me tonight?â You canât convince him that that proposal didnât sound anything less than tacky. Sheâd probably tease him about it the whole night.
âIf it bothers you so much, though,â his mother spoke again, âwhy not ask Marinette out on a real date?â
Felix sputtered a bit at the comment, blurting out a bewildered, âExcuse me?â
Donât get him wrong, Marinette was an extraordinary person and anyone who ended up with her would undoubtedly be lucky, but the very thought of him asking her out on a date felt.. strange. He couldnât imagine asking her for anything more than what she was giving him right now, and he didnât think there was anything sheâd want from him when it came to a relationship anyway. Their dynamic was comfortable as it was. Why should they try to complicate things?
âAlright, alright, I was just asking.â his mother assured, almost seeming to laugh as she did. âYou two are only friends. I understand.â
Something about the smile in her eyes told him that she didnât understand, but he simply glanced to the side, electing to ignore it. Arguing wouldnât change her mind either way, and in the end it was just a question. His friendship with Marinette wasnât going to change over it, because neither of them harbored romantic feelings for each other. He was perfectly content to keep it that way.Â
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Marinette stood in front of her vanity mirror, twisting her hair into a side ponytail for the fifth time that evening. Sheâd spent the last hour trying over and over again to perfect the hairstyle, but she could never seem to get it right. The ponytail was always too lopsided or too messy or the braid tied into it would begin to unwind. Now, the ponytail was tied tightly enough, but the braid was crooked, and there were too many stray hairs flying around for it to look neat. How can she still be struggling after practicing this for an hour?
âUgh! I give up!â She huffed, throwing her hands down and staring ruefully at her nearly knotted locks. This is what she gets for taking the easy route and always putting her hair in pigtails. âIâm just going to stay home.â
âNo, donât do that!â Tikki quickly spoke up, flying to her holderâs side. âYouâve worked too hard on your dress to stay home! And your hair really doesnât look all that bad. Iâm sure no one will think twice about it.â
Marinette tisked, plopping into her rolling chair and crossing her arms. âBut Iâll think about it, Tikki, and Iâll be more self-conscious than I was going to be before.â
Tonight wasnât just a Valentineâs Day party for Marinette. That was mainly what it was, of course, but she also saw it as a sort of debut. With the amount of time she spent hanging around Allegra and Claude and the others, she hadnât had time to truly meet her other classmates at Rosemary, but tonight, they would all be gathered together for her convenience and she would finally have a chance to introduce herself to the school as a whole. It was exhilarating.. and a tad frightening. Sheâd seen plenty of students in passing that appeared to be less than friendly. How were they going to react to her? Were they going to be as sweet as her current friends? Or did she happen to run into the best group in the school first? There was no telling.
âTry not to overthink it.â Her kwami said softly, though they both knew she would. âWhy donât you try a different hairstyle?â
âBecause I donât know any other hairstyles.â Marinette sighed. âWell.. I know a bun, I guess, but I really wanted this hairstyle for tonight. I feel like it would really bring the dress together, you know?â
âIt would.â Tikki agreed. âAnd it does. But if you think you canât figure it out-â
âMarinette! Felix is here to pick you up!â
Panic seized Marinetteâs chest at the call, and she leapt out of her chair to look in the mirror again. Felix was there already? The party wasnât for another thirty minutes! Why did he always have to be early?Â
âUh- j-just a second, Maman!â She called back, frantically trying to straighten her braid and smooth the wisps of hair around her ponytail. It didnât work, unfortunately, so she threw a silver pin in her hair as a last ditch effort and made her way downstairs, trying not to whimper too much.
âOh, Marinette, you look wonderful!â Her mother cooed as Marinette descended the stairs. âI need to go get Tom. Oh, and a camera!â
Marinette pulled a wince. They were going to have photo evidence of this failure of a hairstyle?Â
âMaman, are you sure thatâs necessary? I get dressed up like this all the time.â She tried to dissuade, but Sabine merely waved off her comment.Â
âOf course it is! This is your first party at Rosemary. We must have pictures.â
âBest be prepared.â A voice cut in, catching Marinetteâs attention immediately. âClaude will undoubtedly be thinking the same thing when we arrive.â
Marinette turned towards the front door with a smile, but a gasp escaped her when she saw Felix standing there. She knew it would be him, of course. She simply hadnât expected him to be wearing a different outfit.Â
âYou..â She paused, briefly wondering if it would be rude to finish, then continued, âyou changed your suit.â
Logically, she knew he had more than one suit. No one can wear the same suit forever, and Felix seemed to be too proper to do it even if he could. However, when he didnât wear his usual suit, he continued to maintain the black and grey color scheme, so it never quite stuck with her that heâd changed. Tonight, though, his suit was entirely red, so deep a red that she might acquate it with blood, and he had a wonderfully pink tie on, along with a pink cloth folded in his front vest pocket to complement it. The sight nearly knocked her off her feet. He was even matching the partyâs theme! She didnât think he cared for things such as that.
A smirk ghosted Felixâs lips, and he nodded. âYes, courtesy of my mother. I see you changed your hair as well.â
A blush crept across her cheeks, and Marinette reached up to feel how horrible the hairstyle was again. Here Felix was, doing his best and looking great as always, and she was just standing there looking like a mess. Typical.
âO-Oh, yeah, I mean.. I tried to change it. I donât think it worked out too well..â She muttered, glancing down at the ground. Maybe she still had time to take it out before they left?Â
Felixâs footsteps brought her gaze back upwards, and she watched him cross the room to her. His eyes were squinted ever-so-slightly, the way they always were when he was pondering something, and once he was close enough, he reached out, his hand lightly tracing over the side braid sheâd attempted.Â
Marinette stood still, allowing him to âexamineâ her for a moment before saying, âItâs awful, isnât it? I couldnât get anything to stay where it was supposed to.â
Felix hummed absently, bringing his hand down to let the tip of her ponytail slide off of his fingertips. âNo, not awful. If you practice a few more times, Iâm sure it would be perfect.â
Marinette blew out a small sigh. That meant it wasnât perfect now.
âDo you have the reference you used? If I see it, I might be able to straighten the braid out before we leave at least.â Felix inquired, causing Marinetteâs eyes to widen. Oh?
âYou know how to do hair?â
âNot quite,â he admitted, âbut I learned some of the basics during a few sleepovers. For some reason, Claude and Allegra thought it important that I had a decent grasp on the subject.â
A smile came to Marinetteâs lips. That sounded like something they would do. âAnd you think you can fix my hairstyle from your limited knowledge?â
âPossibly, if you have reference,â Felix smirked, âbut itâs alright if you prefer to keep what you have.â
âOh no, please.â Marinette said, quickly pulling her phone out of her heart shaped purse. âAnythingâs probably better than what I have in now. Are you sure we have time, though?â
Felix nodded. âI always leave around ten or fifteen minutes ahead of schedule, so we should have plenty of time.â
Marinette nodded as well and opened the reference video sheâd used for her hairstyle. Felix took the phone from her and watched it once or twice as she pulled out the pins in her hair. Then, when everything was down again, Felix handed the phone back to her and let it play in her hands for a third time while he set to work. His fingers brushed through her hair, carefully separating the different locks and tying them together. The feeling behind it was quite strange, mostly because she could hardly feel it at all. His hands were so gentle, so cautious that even when he had to tug on her hair to tighten the braid, it seemed as light as a cloud. Felix was always soft like that. He spoke harshly to others and liked to scowl often, but when it came to his actions, she couldnât recall a single time heâd been rough.Â
Recently, sheâs been hearing that secret softness in his voice too, and it never failed to make her smile.Â
âAw, did her hair fall out?â
Sabineâs voice brought the twoâs gaze to the living room doorway. She was standing there with Tom, a camera in her hands and a slight, disappointed frown on her lips.
âNo, I took it out.â Marinette assured over her shoulder. âFelix offered to do the hairdo himself so it would look better.â
âOh, how gentlemanly of him.â Tom chimed in with a satisfied smile.Â
âDo you mind if I get a picture?â Sabine requested, prepping the camera in her hands.
âUh..â Marinette looked to Felix as best she could. âAre you okay with that?â
âI donât mind.â Felix shrugged. âMother already bombarded me with pictures before I left. Whatâs a few more?â
Marinette chuckled. âYou said she was the one who gave you the suit right?â
âNo, sheâs the one who made me wear it.â Felix corrected. âSomething about having to match the theme.â
âAh, I see.â Marinette said. She should have known Felix wouldnât throw away his black and grey color scheme willingly. âShe has great taste. Youâll have to let me meet her sometime so I can tell her âthank youâ.â
A playful scoff passed his lips and brushed against her ear. âYou know, Iâm sure she would be delighted to do just that.â
*Click!*
The camera flash brought the twoâs attention back to Sabine and Tom, who were both holding giddy smiles at this point.
âI think you both look fantastic.â Tom grinned. âThose boys will be falling over each other to get to Marinette tonight, Iâm sure.â
Felix hummed as he twisted her hair to pin it into a side ponytail, muttering, âI quite agree.â
The comment was soft and absent, and it sent a blush exploding across Marinetteâs face. Thatâs the second time heâs agreed to her being pretty and a supposed âboy magnetâ. Does he ever think about what heâs saying or is it just some logical fact to him that shouldnât mean anything? Sheâs not sure which one she prefers.Â
âDone.âÂ
Felixâs hands fell back to his sides, and Marinette reached up to feel the hairstyle- gently, though, so as not to mess it up. The pull of the bobby pins was comfortable and tight, and her braid felt nice and straight as she grazed her fingers over it. Overall, it felt perfect, which was exactly what sheâd wanted.
âThanks, Felix.â She said, offering him a quick smile as she checked the reflection in her phone. âIt looks great. Youâre a life-saver.â
âAnd you two are going to be late if you donât hurry up.â Her maman cut in. âNow gather together for a picture so we can send you off.â
Marinette rolled her eyes with a smile and tucked her phone back in her purse, then turned to stand next to Felix. He, in turn, straightened slightly next to her and clasped his hand behind his back for the picture.
âAlright, say cheese!â Sabine coaxed, holding up her camera.
The pair smiled. âCheese!â
*Click!*
~~~~~~~
Claudeâs grin stretched from ear to ear as he watched his fellow Rosemary students pile into the Mandarin Oriental. As usual, people of all shapes and sizes were here. The âcoolâ kids, the music kids, the nerd kids, the geeks, the dancers- anyone and everyone who had a popular status at the school, along with a good group of others who counted as the stalking crowd. The younger, less-popular students who tended to follow the social hierarchies like loyal dogs. The âbaby paparazzisâ, if you will. They were all crowding inside with an urgency that only his- and Allegra and Allan and Marinette and Felixâs -parties could bring. Soon, Marinette and Felix will be there as well, and then the fun will really begin.
âAlright, Marinette just texted.â Allegra spoke up behind him. She was currently hovering around the buffet table to ensure the punch drinks were being dispersed properly. Claude, of course, was hovering around Allegra in case she needed his help with anything.Â
âShe said theyâre parking now.â His âfake dateâ continued, glancing over her phone screen as she re-read the text. âYou remember what to do, right?â
Claude huffed out a playful scoff, reaching for the platter of shrimp as he replied, âOf course I do. Take her onto the dance floor to help her get comfortable in the âparty atmosphereâ, convince her to dance with Felix while you convince Felix to dance with her, and-â
Allegra slapped his hand, coaxing a yelp from the brunette.
âDonât touch the shrimp until the other guests have some first.â She scolded.
Claude rubbed his hand with a pout. So touchy. Why should he have to wait for the guests to eat? If they wanted shrimp, they should come up and get some. Why canât he have the food that he helped pay for? (Well, the food that his parents helped pay for.)
âAnd keep your voice down too.â Allegra added, flipping her hair over her shoulder when it fell in the way. Wearing it in a half-up-half-down style wasnât nearly as convenient as her casual braid, but he had to admit, the free curls that fell around her shoulders were extremely nice. âDo you know the amount of people here who would love to get their grubby little hands on the fact that weâre trying to set stubborn, stuck-up, stone-faced Felix with the new, cotton-candy-sweet, bakery-girl Marinette? The gossip would reach both of them within seconds.â
âYeah, it probably would.â He agreed. âBut at least theyâll both know they like each other then. Saves us the trouble, right?â
Allegra shot him a flat look, meaning he probably said something wildly inaccurate again.
âClaude, the only gossip that would be spreading would be the fact that weâre trying to get them together. Not that they like each other. How do you think Felix is going to react when he realizes weâre playing matchmaker? What about Marinette? I think theyâd probably be a little uncomfortable considering neither of them probably think that the other person likes them. Which is why we decided to be subtle about this in the first place.â
âOh.â
âYeah.â
âThat makes sense.â
âYes, it does.â Allegra said, crossing her arms. âSo keep your voice down when talking about it from now on, please.â
Claude nodded, leaning back on the buffet table as he faced the crowd again. âSure, sorry.â
This was going to be a tough evening, trying to get Marinette and Felix together while not blurting the scheme out to the world. He just felt like everything would be easier if they simply talked to each other about it openly. But Allegra was more perceptive than he was. She probably knew things he didnât about the situation. So heâll go along with her plan and hope it works out.Â
Besides, this way he gets to mess with Felix as much as he wants. And he wonât get scolded, this time!Â
And if everything does work out, Marinette and Felix will be all the happier for it.
Win-win-win-win.
âHey, guys.â Allan spoke up, joining them at the table and swiping a shrimp. âDo you know if Felix and Marinette are here yet? I havenât seen them.â
Allegra opened her mouth to scold him about the shrimp as she had Claude, but Allan popped it into his mouth before she could. Claude held back a snort, watching Allegra purse her lips in annoyance. If he couldnât have a shrimp, at least Allan got one.
âTheyâre on their way up now.â The blonde replied with narrowed eyes, unbeknownst to Allan. âThey just parked a few minutes ago.â
âCool. Weâre still having Claude do his thing, right?â
âYep.â Claude said, a devilish grin spreading across his lips. âAnd I am so ready to cause mischief.â
Allegra snorted and lightly nudged him in the arm. âNot too much mischief. This is supposed to be romantic, remember?â
âYeah, yeah.â Claude waved her off. âIâll get them to be romantic. After I get to mess with them.â
âClaude-â
âOh- there they are! Hey, guys!âÂ
Claude perked up at the interruption, the familiar voice drawing his gaze to the front of the Mandarin Oriental. It was the very voice theyâd been waiting for, and the source wasnât hard to find.
Marinette and Felix were making their way through the crowd towards them, Marinette clearly excited as she waved them down with a bright smile. The designer dress she was wearing looked fantastic, as Felix had predicted, and the hearts littering it matched the theme perfectly. She even had her hair all done up tonight! (Which really brought out the elegance of the dress, in his opinion.) An outfit like that was only going to make his job of setting up a romantic thought process between the two that much easier.
(Of course, with the way Felix was staring at Marinette right now, Claude had a feeling that that thought process might already be set up.)
âHey!â he greeted, meeting the pair halfway to give Marinette a hug. Was it the flowers on the table or did this girl actually smell like roses tonight? Did she use a special perfume? Oh, Allegra was going to love this.
âYou two look awesome! I was starting to think youâd never get here.â He teased, stepping back again to get a better view of her face. She decided to go with a pinker shade of lipstick tonight, along with a glittering, light pink eyeshadow, and itâs a wonder that Felix hasnât collapsed from swooning at this point. (Though maybe Claude can catch that when the two dance later. The video footage would be priceless!)
Marinette let out a light laugh, touching the tip of her side ponytail with a sheepish smile. âYeah, sorry about that. Felix was helping me with my hair.â
âAw, Felix!â Allegra cooed, coming up behind Claude just then to join them. âYou did Marinetteâs hair? It looks lovely.â
âI knew those lessons would come in handy.â Claude smirked.Â
âYes, who wouldâve guessed?â Felix muttered, briefly rolling his eyes, but Claude wasnât fooled. He could hear the almost airy tone to Felixâs voice, see his eyes soften anytime he so much as glanced at Marinette. That guy had probably been ecstatic to do Marinetteâs hair, and he just didnât want to show it.Â
He would, though.. Soon enough.
âHey, guys.â Allan chimed in, finally joining them as well. âYou both look great. I havenât seen Felix wear that dark of red in a while.â
âOr red in general.â Allegra remarked with a smile.Â
âOr pink.â Claude added, eyeing Felixâs shirt sleeves. âActually, I havenât seen you wear anything besides gray or black since Marinette had you wear that green, plaid shirt after the âflour incidentâ.â
âIn other words.. Your mom made you wear that, didnât she?â Allegra asked lightheartedly.
âOf course she did.â Felix said. âWhy else would I wear it?â
âWell, I imagine youâd just want to look nice.â Claude joked, wrapping his arm around Felixâs shoulders and ignoring the blondâs scowl. âEither way, remind your mom how awesome she is for me when you get home.â
âIâm sure she already knows.â Felix replied curtly, shoving Claudeâs arm off of him again.
A giggle brought Claudeâs attention back to Marinette, who was now observing the party with sparkling interest.
âEverything looks incredible, you guys!â She nearly squealed. âThe lights, the flowers, the food.. But I thought the party started at six. Did I get the times mixed up again?â
âNo, it does- er, did.â Claude said. âPeople just get excited and like to get in as soon as they can.â
âOh.â Marinette muttered, relief smoothing out her features. âSo weâre not late?â
âNot at all. In fact..â Claude swept into a bow, offering his hand to her with a grin. âWe were just about to start the dancing. Would you mind giving me the honors?â
A surprised laugh fell from Marinetteâs lips. âMe? I thought Allegra was your âfake dateâ for the evening.â
âShe is, but I have to save the best for last, right?â Claude threw a wink at Allegra, who also let out a laugh and rolled her eyes. The slight blush on the her cheeks gave her away, though, and it caused his grin to widen.
Marinette gave an âAw~.â and slipped her hand into his. âWell, in that case, Iâd be delighted to dance with you.â
âGreat!â Claude cheered, pulling her close.Â
They glided onto the dance floor, quickly catching the attention of the room, and with that, the first part of the plan fell into place. Claude was dancing with Marinette. Now he needed to convince her to dance with Felix.
Out of the corner of his eye, Claude could already see Felix starting to flounder. He simply stood there, quietly watching them dance with that neutral expression of his and occasionally looking elsewhere. Without Marinette to anchor him in a room of people, the blond would no doubt resort to being a wallflower again and wander over to some corner. A nice, hidden corner where Allegra could easily- and discreetly -convince Felix to dance with Marinette. They all knew him too well.
âAre we the only ones dancing?â Marinette asked, bringing Claudeâs attention back to her.
âFor now,â he confirmed, âbut someone has to start it, right? Look, theyâre already joining in.â
âI guess thatâs true..â Marinette said, glancing at the few couples that had indeed started to join them. âI donât normally dance all that much, to be honest. So itâs a little weird for me to be the one starting it for once.â
Claude laughed and took a step back to spin her around. âReally? Youâre a natural at it!â
âOh, thanks. Thatâs a relief to hear.â Marinette smiled, hobbling into a spin.
âCourse. But you know who else is a natural at it?â
Marinette hummed. âLet me guess.. Is it you?â
Claude snorted. âWell, duh, but I was actually talking about Felix.â
Marinetteâs eyes widened. âFelix?â
âYeah! He takes waltzing classes at the school and everything, but he never dances! Can you believe it?â
A chuckle passed Marinetteâs lips. âKind of. This is Felix weâre talking about. Maybe his mom wanted him to take dance lessons like she wanted him to wear that tuxedo.â
âMaybe.. But itâs still a shame to waste such carefully crafted skills. You should try to get him to dance tonight.â
Marinette snorted. âOh? And who would I get him to dance with? He doesnât like getting close to random people.âÂ
Claude hummed. âNow, thatâs a question, isnât it? Who should dance with Felix tonight..âÂ
He made a show of looking around the dance floor as he and Marinette waltzed in a circle, then looked back to her. â..Why donât you dance with him?â
Marinette nearly tripped over her own two feet at the suggestion, and Claude had to hold back a smile. Was she getting flustered? Thatâs a good sign.
âYou want me to.. Are you sure heâd be comfortable with that? Iâm pretty sure he doesnât even want to dance.â
âCome on, who else could get Felix to dance?â Claude insisted. âHeâll say yes if itâs you, and we canât let him be a wallflower forever.â
Marinette let out a soft laugh, looking quite bashful as a blush curled onto her cheeks, and she glanced over at Felix. He was already standing next to the wall near the punch bowl, looking idle as he watched the dancing crowd.Â
âI donât know, Claude. I think he rather enjoys being a wallflower.â
Claude chuckled. âJust say youâll try? At the very least, itâll make Allegra happy to see Felix out and about.â
Marinette turned her attention back to him and smiled. â..Alright. I guess Iâll try, but no promises about actually getting him to dance.â
âDeal.â Claude grinned. Mission success!
âOn an entirely different note, though, your dress is incredible. You made that yourself, right?â
Marinette brightened and nodded. âYes, I did! I had lots of fun with it so Iâm glad you guys like it.â
âAw, Iâm pretty sure Iâd like anything you make. You always put a cool twist on things.â Claude smiled. âBy the way, howâs my prince suit coming along? Have you started it yet?â
âI have! Itâs actually pretty close to being done. Iâm on the âdetailsâ stage.â
A gasp of delight escaped him. He hadnât realized how close she was to finishing it!Â
âOh, sweet! Youâre gonna have to come over to my house when you finish it. We can even have a mini-fashion show for you!â
Marinette giggled. âThat sounds like a blast.â
âYes!â Claude briefly let go of Marinetteâs waist to pump his fist. âMan, am I glad you came to Rosemary. I mean, not just because of the prince suit- even though that is pretty awesome -but also because youâre a fun person to be around, ya know? Everyone thinks so.â
âReally?â Marinetteâs steps lagged slightly, clearly taken aback by the statement. âThatâs.. Thank you. That means a lot to me.â
For a moment, she almost looked relieved.. Or even sad. But another blinding smile appeared before he could figure out why.
âI think you guys are fun to be around too.â She said warmly.
Claude smiled, feeling his uneasiness melt away. She didnât sound sad or solemn at all. He was probably just imagining things, or seeing a trick of the light.
âExcuse me.â
Claude and Marinette slowed to a stop, turning to another boy who had come to interrupt them.Â
âMind switching off with me?â He asked, offering his hand to Marinette. Was that even allowed during an informal dance such as this?
Nevertheless, Claude caught Marinetteâs eye. âWhat do you say, Mari? Wanna switch off?â
Marinette blinked. âOh- uh -sure. If youâre okay with it.â
âAbsolutely.â Claude smirked, jokingly spinning Marinette into the other boyâs arms. âJust donât forget your promise to try!â
Marinette chuckled as she re-situated herself into the dance position. âWouldnât dream of it.â
Claude watched the two dance away, smiling proudly at the seed heâd sown for Marinette and Felixâs romantic evening. Allegra was surely going to be pleased with his work, and he was going to be pleased watching it unfold.
Now to get that shrimp.
~~~~~~~
Felix leaned against the wall, quietly observing the other party members dance, specifically Marinette. Her smile shined brightly as a boy twirled her, and her shoulders shook with giggles when the boy dipped her a second later. She appeared to be enjoying herself, and Felix was enjoying watching her. He had a feeling the other boys from Rosemary would be showering her with attention tonight- it was one of the rare times when she wasnât being smothered by himself and the trio, after all -but he was admittedly surprised by the amount of stamina she possessed. Itâd been at least an hour or two since the dancing started, yet she was still going as strong as ever, non-stop.
Well, he supposed it wasnât non-stop. She had spun over to his little corner a few times to talk, which was how he ended up carrying two cups of punch instead of his one. Still, she should probably take a seat soon. Those heels sheâd decided to wear were bound to be painful after a while. Perhaps he should grab her attention and find an empty table-
âU-um, excuse me, Felix?â
Felix glanced to his right, meeting the face of a girl that seemed vaguely familiar and a tad timid. She stood a certain distance away from him, her lips stretched into a nervous smile, and gave a little wave. Was that all she intended to do? Â
âCan I help you?â He asked, raising a brow.
âOh- well-â The girl faltered, as though she hadnât expected to get this far, and rubbed her arm. âA-actually, I was wondering if maybe youâd like to.. Dance? With me. Of course.â
Ah, Felix thought, heaving a mental sigh. He should have known that that would be her intention. Now her visible anxiety made sense.
âApologies, but I donât dance.â He replied smoothly.
The girlâs shoulders sank. âOh.. really? I thought you took waltzing classes at the school.â
Felix schooled a neutral expression, if only to avoid glaring. What, was she stalking him or something?
âI assure you they are for my Motherâs pleasure only, but I myself do not dance.â He said, a flatter note in his voice than before. Take the hint.
Thankfully, she did, but not in the way Felix was hoping.
âAh, I see.. How about I keep you company then?â The girl suggested, getting entirely too comfortable next to him. âYouâve been over here by yourself for a while now.â
Felixâs grip on the cups tightened. So she was stalking him.Â
âWhile I appreciate the gesture, itâs quite unnecessary. Iâm simply waiting for my friend to get back.â
âYour friend?â The girl asked, glancing into the crowd curiously. âYou mean the black-haired girl who gave you that drink, right?â
Felix held back another scowl, his eye twitching. Seriously, how long had this girl been watching him? Didnât she have someone better to bother? There were plenty of other guys here that would be willing to dance or talk with her. Why did she have to choose to annoy him specifically?
âHer hair is raven, and yes, sheâs the one that gave me this drink.â He responded curtly, taking a sip of his own punch.
The girl nodded thoughtfully, blissfully unaware of his thinning patience. âI guess her hair does have a blue shine to it. Do you want me to hold one of the drinks? I imagine they get heavy after a while.â
Felix pulled the drinks away from her grasp, finally fixing her with a look.Â
I want you to mind your business, you little-
âFelix!â
Marinetteâs punch was plucked from his hands, and an arm settled on his left shoulder. He whipped to the new interruption, thinking what now? and about ready to snap at someone, until he saw Allegraâs smiling face. She must have noticed him getting irritated and came over to investigate.
âYou look like youâre having fun.â She said brightly, swirling Marinetteâs punch in her hand. âThanks for holding my drink for me.â
Felix winced, practically feeling the gears in the girlâs head turning. Heâd just told her that the drink was Marinetteâs, not Allegraâs. She was no doubt going to pick up on that. (Unless she was dimmer than he gave her credit for. That could always be a possibility.)
âWait-â The girl said, her brows furrowing. Great. âYour drink? Felix just told me that that raven-haired girl gave him the drink.â
Felix gave Allegra a tired look. Try getting out of this one now.
At least she got Marinetteâs hair color right that time.
Allegra ignored Felixâs look, instead throwing the girl a sharp smile. It was a rare sight to behold, but a welcome one. (So long as it wasnât directed at him, of course.) It meant she was preparing herself to tear someone apart.
âYes,â She replied shortly, âI gave the drink to Marinette, so she could give it to Felix. Is there a problem?â
The girl frowned. âBut that doesnât make any sense. I saw her-â
âYou donât believe me?â Allegra cut her off. âThatâs rather rude to say to the hostess of the party, donât you think? Go ask her yourself if youâre so skeptical. I wouldnât recommend coming back to me afterwards, though.â
The girl huffed and crossed her arms, but turned around anyway, marching right off to a small group of girls that must have encouraged her to come talk with him in the first place. They swarmed her quickly, asking what happened and glaring at Allegra, but all Felix cared to do was take Marinetteâs punch back from the blonde.
âIâm grateful, but Iâm still going to need this back.â He said.
Allegra laughed and straightened to throw her hands in the air as a sign of surrender. âFine with me. I didnât realize youâd grown so attached to the beverage.â
Felix rolled his eyes. âI didnât. You just might drink it by accident while weâre talking.â
Allegra tilted her head in a nod. âThatâs a fair assumption. So what did that girl want from you?â
He sighed. âA dance. What else would people be asking me for at this ridiculous party?â
âHey, itâs not ridiculous.â Allegra argued. âMarinetteâs having a pretty good time.â
Felixâs gaze swept over the crowd again, finding Marinette easily as she switched off to a new dance partner. Her smile was contagious as always, and it spread onto Felixâs lips with little resistance.
âYes, I suppose she is.â He agreed, taking another sip of his punch.
Allegra leaned against the wall next to him with a light chuckle. âYou know, I bet if Marinette asked you to dance with her, you would.â
Felix scoffed at the implication her tone gave. Of course he would dance with Marinette if she asked, but only because it would make her happy, not because he wanted to dance with her. (Not that he particularly minded dancing with her either-)
âShe wouldnât ask me to dance,â he said before his thoughts could get out of hand, âbecause she knows I donât fancy it.â
Allegra hummed. âMaybe you should ask her then.â
Felix shot her a look. This was going to be as tiresome as the other girl, wasnât it?
âAnd why would I do that?â
âBecause you need to not be a total wallflower this evening.â Allegra smiled. âAnd it would make Marinette happy. Sheâs already danced with Allan and Claude tonight, but with your professional lessons, Iâm sure sheâd have a blast.â
âI believe we just established that she is already having a blast.â Felix remarked, to which Allegra groaned.
âJust think about it, alright?â
âUnlikely.â
Why should he have to entertain an uncomfortable idea when Marinette was already enjoying herself? Granted, dancing with her didnât sound awful, but the thought that it might encourage others to attempt dancing with him did. People were already asking him to dance while he was hiding near a wall. Imagine how many girls would come out of the woodwork once they actually saw him dancing.
Allegra rolled her eyes and waved him off. âAlright, whatever. Iâm going back to the buffet table. Feel free to walk over if you start getting the urge to snap on someone again.â
Felix smirked. âIn other words, Iâll see you in a few minutes?â
Allegra snorted as she walked away, and Felix settled back against the wall.. Just in time to see Marinette making her way towards him from the midst of the crowd. She appeared to be out of breath, though she offered him a tired smile when they locked eyes, and he moved forward to meet her halfway. That way she wonât have to trek all the way across the room for a drink.
âAre you finally taking another break?â He asked, handing her her punch when they joined at the edge of the crowd.
Marinette breathed out a laugh and took her drink with a âthanksâ. It amazed him how well her outfit was staying together. The bow that held the dress together over her shoulders hadnât loosened at all, and her hair seemed to be in place as well, save for a few stray strands. One would think that that amount of dancing would have her looking more disheveled.
âYeah, just for a second.â She panted. âIâm starting to get dizzy from spinning so much.â
Felix chuckled. âWould you like to go find a table for a bit?â
âUh..â Marinette glanced around the room for a moment, thinking it over. âYou know what? Sure. I could sit for a bit.â
Felix smiled and gestured for her to lead the way, though he did point out an empty table that he had spotted earlier.
Marinette sat down first, with Felix pulling out her chair for her, and he sat down next to her. Their position faced the party rather than the wall, which allowed them- or at least Marinette -to continue enjoying the party atmosphere while they spoke.
âSo are you having a decent time?â Marinette asked, taking a quick sip of her punch. âI know parties arenât your thing, but youâre not too miserable, right?â
A bitter laugh escaped him, and he twirled his cup on the table as he said, âMiserable is certainly a good word to describe this evening.â
âAw~, Iâm sorry. Do you think going out to get some air would help?â
Felix offered her a smile. âThat sounds delightful, but itâs as you said: Parties simply arenât my preference. This party especially.â
Marinetteâs eyebrows knitted together. âBecause itâs a Valentineâs Day party or because there are so many people?â
âThe Valentineâs Day theme.â Felix confirmed. âNot only are people more inclined to invade my personal space, but they also like to make the âDay of Loveâ about romance exclusively. It diminishes the other definition to a ridiculous amount in my opinion.â
âOther definitions?â Marinette inquired. âWhat do you mean?â
Felix allowed a small, humorous smile to catch his lips. Sheâd just inadvertently proven his point right there. People were so focused on the romantic sense of love that they seemed to forget the several other types of love that exist.Â
âThereâs more than one type of love, such as platonic love or familial love. In fact, the Greeks had seven different words for love. I believe theyâre all important, so to see them all be dwindled down to just romantic love is aggravating.â
âHuh..â Marinette muttered, absorbing his words. âI never knew about the Greeks using seven different words for love. What were they?â
Felix briefly glanced up in thought. âIf I remember correctly, they were Philia, Ludus, Storge, Philautia, Pragma, Agape, and Eros.â
âWow.â Marinette smiled. âThey sound beautiful. What do they mean?â
Felix smirked as well. Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Always willing to listen and learn from my random facts.
âWell, the meanings are all decently complicated, but I supposed they can be summed up to this: Philia is the type of intimate love between friends. Ludus is the playful and âexcitingâ type of love that one would get with a random crush. Storge is familial love, Philautia is the love of self, Pragma is the enduring type of love- which is the type of love needed for marriages or serious relationships -Agape is the unconditional love for humanity as a whole- which I clearly do not have-â He gained a snort from that â-and Eros is that of sexual love.â
The meaning of the last one felt a bit awkward on his tongue, but he pushed away the uneasiness. She had asked for the definitions, after all.
âI like those definitions.â Marinette said, a soft look coming to her features. âItâs cool that you know so much about them.â
âI have mentioned that I enjoy knowing things.â
Marinette giggled. âSo you have. Just out of curiosity, though- and this may be a bit contradictory to the conversation -but have you ever had a crush on anyone? Or just, you know.. Been in a relationship in general? You donât have to answer if you donât want to.â
Felixâs eyes widened slightly. He honestly hadnât expected her to ever ask him such a thing. It made sense, considering the topic of the conversation they were having, but it was still surprising coming from her.
Nevertheless, he answered.Â
âNo, neither. Iâve never been interested in anyone enough to pursue them, and anyone interested in me has always been too clingy. If I wanted someone to fawn over me constantly, I would simply invite Claude and Allegra to my house more often.â
For some reason, his answer didnât feel quite right as he said it, and he found himself gauging Marinetteâs reaction. Did he answer the question incorrectly? Was she going to be upset? Or possibly disappointed? Why would she be either? How could there possibly be an âincorrectâ answer to the question heâd just been asked?
Marinette snorted, clearly not upset at all, and it left him wondering why heâd bothered to worry.
âI figured youâd say that. You donât seem like the type to get caught up in feelings like that.â
Felix nodded, though he silently questioned what she meant by the comment. Was she implying that he couldnât get caught up in those types of feelings? Why did that seem so offensive to him?
âWhat about you?â he asked, brushing his thoughts to the side. He was just being ridiculous anyway. âHave you ever had romantic feelings towards another or been in a relationship?â
He already knew about her affections for Adrien Agreste, of course, but heâd yet to find out how far they went. And, on top of that, there was always the possibility of her having more than one lover. So it only made sense to ask the question, especially since she had asked him first.
A grimace overtook her features, clearly telling him that she had, in fact, had a romantic encounter before.
âWell.. Iâll admit Iâve had a lot of crushes, but there was this one that really got me. You, uh, youâve actually met him already. Technically, anyway.â
Felix took a guess. âAdrien Agreste?â
She nodded, a bitter smile coming to her lips. âClichĂŠ, right? The baker girl falling for the famous model..â She glanced down at her drink, absently tilting the cup to watch the liquid swirl. âI didnât like him because he was a model, though. I liked him because he was sweet, and he was thoughtful, and.. I donât know, I guess I thought.. that we could live a happy life together.â
Felix frowned at the cloud that seemed to pass over her, the pain that swelled in her eyes. He hadnât realized how strong her attachment to Agreste was.
Marinette shook her head, breaking free of the thought process, and plastered on a smile. âIâm sorry, you didnât ask about that.â
âNo, itâs alright.â He assured her. âYou canât let things weigh on your mind unattended. If you feel you need to talk about it, then Iâm willing to lend an ear.â
Marinetteâs posture relaxed, relief making her smile a bit more genuine as she said, âThank you. I appreciate it.. I donât have any feelings for him now, but the pain is.. It still comes back, especially with how things ended. Sometimes I wish it had been different, sometimes I wish I had been different, and sometimes I wish I hadnât fallen for him at all.. but mostly, Iâm just glad itâs over.â
âWhat happened?â
âWell.. nothing happened, to be honest. And I think that was the hardest part.â Marinette drew in a deep breath, allowing herself to relax before continuing, âHe came to my school a little over two years ago. Everyone was excited, but I didnât even know who he was. When I did find out, though, we actually had a little bit of a misunderstanding. Itâs funny when I think about it now, the way things turned out during that first day.â
âHe apologized about it later, even though it wasnât his fault, and I think thatâs when I started to see him as something more than a friend. The more I got to know him, the more I started falling head over heels, and soon my friends found out about it. They thought we would be a great couple too, which kind of made me excited, and we all started planning these elaborate schemes to get him to notice me.â
She put her head in her hands and groaned. âIt was so embarrassing, Felix, you should have seen them. One even involved me dressing up like a cat since he loved Chat Noir so much.âÂ
Felix grimaced, though he tried not to show it. Marinette dressing up like a cat for some random guyâs attention? He couldnât even fathom it. Who came up with that suggestion?
âDid it.. work?â He almost hesitated to ask.
Marinette laid her head on the table then, shaking it with a whine. âNot even close. This group of dogs saw me on my way over, and I guess my costume was too convincing because they chased me all around Paris. I ended up muddy and scratched up when Adrien actually saw me, which didnât help at all.â
Felix was careful not to react, but he almost felt the need to pat her on the shoulder. How had she not died from embarrassment yet? If someone put him through that, heâd never go outside again.
âYou see? Thatâs how all of it was. All. of. It.â Marinette said, lifting her head again to lean her chin into her palm. âTwo years I spent chasing after him, making all of these plans and trying to catch his eye just once, but no matter what I did, I was only ever his âgood friendâ. A-And Iâm not saying I hated being his friend or anything, I just.. I was trying so hard to be more, wondering why I wasnât enough, and my friends were constantly cheering me on to keep going. It was exhausting.â
Felix offered her a sympathetic look as she went on, though he couldnât help feeling annoyed by the story. What kind of âfriendsâ did she use to have that they would willingly push her to make a fool of herself in front of her love? What kind of friends would encourage her to continue chasing after someone who clearly wasnât interested in her? That wasnât healthy at all, and he could only imagine how miserable it would have made her.
Wait..
âIs that why heâs coming to see you now?â Felix asked. (or more of blurted out.) âBecause of your previous feelings for him?â
âOh, no.â Marinette said, going so far as to let out a laugh. âNo, I doubt heâs ever going to see me in that light, but itâs still frustrating that heâs trying to visit me. Moving to Rosemary was supposed to be an easy break, but he just has to follow me here too.. Again, itâs not that I mind being his friend or anything, itâs.. I need time. To get over him. I donât like the person I became when I only lived to gain his affection, and itâs hard to get over that mindset, ya know?â
Felix nodded. He didnât quite understand her experience since heâd never loved someone himself, but he knew that old habits were hard to break, and that love can be known as an intoxicating and addicting emotion. It wouldnât be easy to get rid of.
âYouâre strong for deciding that.â He said sincerely. âIt takes an immense amount of will power to let go of something that you think will make you happy, but I believe youâre right in thinking youâll be better for it.â
Marinette pulled a small smile, twisting the small tip of her ponytail. âThanks. I hope I am.â
Felix smiled as well and turned his chair to face Marinette more fully. He wanted to ensure that she would hear the words he was about to say.
âMarinette, you are.. an incredible person. And Iâm not just telling you this to lift your spirits, I am saying it because itâs true. You are talented, intelligent, kind, and capable all on your own. You donât need anyone to validate how amazing you are, because itâs evident in everything you do, and I truly hope you donât ever doubt yourself because of Adrienâs foolishness.â
A blush bloomed across Marinetteâs cheeks, and she glanced down to fiddle with her hands. âO-Oh, uhm.. Thanks.. Again. I wonât.â
Felix smiled, satisfied with the reaction, and picked up his cup to extend it towards her.
âHere,â he said light-heartedly, âto finding someone new, someone who appreciates you, even if that someone is yourself.â
Marinette giggled and picked up her drink as well, clinking the glasses together. âTo finding someone new.â
Felix took a sip of his cup to complete the toast, but to his surprise, Marinette set hers to the side, instead standing up and offering her hand to him.
âLetâs go dance.â
Felix choked on his drink.
âPardon?â
âCome on, itâll be fun!â Marinette insisted. âI mean, you only have to come if you want to, of course, but I havenât danced with you yet, and Claude said that you took waltzing lessons at the school.â
Felix held back a scoff and glanced around the room, hoping to catch Claudeâs eyes so he could glare at him. Why did that dolt keep telling people he took waltzing lessons? It only made it harder for Felixâs to reject people when asked to dance.Â
However.
He looked back to Marinette, who held a fresh, bright smile, waiting for his response.
âI bet if Marinette asked you to dance, you would.â
Allegraâs words resurfaced in his mind, unwelcomed. Why did she always have to be right? It only made her more smug as a person.
Nevertheless, Felix took Marinetteâs hand. âAlright, but only one dance. I donât want anyone else thinking Iâm open to the idea.â
Marinette chuckled and pulled Felix to his feet. âOf course not. Weâll dance near the darker spots of the room so your face wonât be seen.â
They moved to the dance floor, and Marinette put her hand on his shoulder, while Felix wrapped his arm around her waist. It was a bit awkward pulling each other close, since the only other person heâd been this close to was his mother and father, but once they actually started to dance, his years of practice easily took over. Felix slid into the role of leading, and Marinette followed him willingly as he spun her around the party room, smiling when she laughed during a dip.
Such a fool.. He thought, tugging her back up to him. How anyone could pass up Marinetteâs affection was beyond him, but in a way, Felix was delighted that Adrien had. He might not have been able to meet her otherwise.
With the two being so enveloped in each otherâs movements, they didnât notice Allegra, Claude, and Allan watching them from across the room, nor did they catch the smiles and high-fives that the trio shared.
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Spell Caster Pt. 1
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Hawkmoth stood on the platform above, laughing at the two downed heroes. Ladybug and Chat laid facing each other barely able to move, exhausting shining in their eyes. They had fought long and hard but in the end he had led them into a trap, delivering hit after hit till neither could stand anymore. He had led them to his secret garden where beloved wife rested, and poor Adrien could barely keep himself together. He kept fighting, unwilling to let Hawkmoth win even if it was his father. While Marinette did her best to cover her hurting partner, he was just too much for them. Hawkmoth stood talking to Emilie as if she could hear him, going on about how he was finally going to bring her back. Ladybug shifted her gaze from Hawkmothâs back to her partnerâs eyes. Chat was crying as he stared at his best friend, knowing he hadnât really helped in the fight.
âIâm sorry.â He whispered softly trying not to draw attention to them for as long as possible. âIâm sorry Ladybug, I shouldâve helped but that-thatâs my dad. I kept freezing up and I failed you.â Ladybug smiled gently, moving her arm and grabbing his hand.
âItâs not your fault Chaton.â A single tear fell from her eye as they stared at each other.
âYou need to move.â
Ladybug tensed at the voice looking around when she noticed Chat didnât react to it. The voice was a woman's, it was soft and comforting, almost familiar.
âYou need to move now!â
She couldnât find anybody else in the room, there was nobody but them. Yet the voice was still there, perhaps she was going crazy. It would make sense to her, especially because she couldnât place who the voice belonged to.
âSweetheart, I will explain later I promise, but you must remember!â
Remember what? Why did this voice want her to remember something, couldnât they see she was in a bit of trouble right now.
âUgh! Foolish girl! You are more than just Ladybug!â
Rude. Of course she was more than Ladybug, she was Marinette...she was Marinette daughter of..
âYes Marinette! Marinette daughter of! You are so close, remember the book!â
Marinette, she was Marinette, the book...what book, could the voice mean her spell book?
âYes! Yes, my little Spell Caster!â
She was Marinette, she was a spell caster. She was Marinette, and she was a spell caster. She was the daughter of Tom Dupain and Sabine-
âNot by birth.â
Not by birthâŚNot by birth?! A distressed whine left her lips as she thought of her Maman, not by birth repeating in her head. Until she shoved it back focusing on her current crisis. She was Marinette and she was a Spell Caster, why hadnât she thought of this before? She tried so hard to split Ladybug and Marinette to hide her identity that she forgot Marinette was special, if not more than Ladybug. What should she do though? She could alter his mind, but would it work? Would the Miraculous Gods affect her powers? Perhaps she could try an illusion?
âChat, what was she like? Your mother.â Chat looked surprised as a gentle smile crossed his face.
âShe was amazing, soft spoken, always so gentle and warm. She hated violence but she never backed down when it came to her family. Sheâd...sheâd never want this to happen.â Chat broke as more tears fell and he held her hand tightly, barely even able to find the strength to.
â Do you trust me?â She whispered as Hawkmoth began walking towards them. Sheâd need him in order to pull this illusion off. Sheâd need to see his memories. Chat nodded weakly, not willing to look away from her.
âYesâ She smiled and her dark blue eyes shifted into an unnatural swirling lavender.
âeciov reh raeh em tel.â Soon Emilie's soft and melodic voice graced her ear. Perfect, now the illusion will trick him.
âThatâs my Spell Caster.â
Who even is this voice, no no focus, she needs to create the illusion.
âSilly girl.â
Hey! This voice seriously needed to stop distracting her. She turned her head slightly looking past Hawkmoth, and ignoring the smug smirk that she wanted nothing more than to punch off his face. Very hard.
âtrapa mih raet reh evah efiw sih mih wohs.â She watched as an angry vision on Emilie appeared behind him looking as if she had sat up from her high tech coffin. Yes, coffin, the woman was dead, soul long gone and she didnât have to be a daughter of Hades to know that. Daughter of Hades? What? What is she talking about?
âSoon my child, soon.â
Who even was this voice! Later, she promised herself focusing on finalizing the illusion.
âGabriel Agreste.â The same melodic voice called out, but instead of a soft and loving tone it was stern and angry. Hawkmoth turned immediately, staring at the vision of his wife in mute shock and disbelief. âWhat in the world are you doing!
âI have called in a favor, one that will help you.â
Ugh, this voice popped in at the worst time. At least they were trying to help her though. She watched as Emilieâs illusion shifted slightly and it took her only a second to realize that it was more than an illusion now. No that was Emilie, just not her in body it was her, her soul.
âYes my child.â
She let out a wobbly grin as Emile began tearing into her husband. She squeezed Chatâs hand briefly hoping Emilieâs soul would be here long enough to say goodbye to her son. His eyes moved away from his momâs form back to Ladybugâs.
âI will explain everything, I promise Chat. After this, no more secrets.â
She turned her attention back on Hawkmoth staring at his back intently. How could she get his miraculous? She was exhausted already so it couldnât be anything complicated. Not to mention theyâd need to get out of the lair after she took it. Summoning and a transportation spell, not a good combination when magically and physically exhausted. This left her in a very tough situation.
âSomeone is coming for you. You are too weak right now, the summoning spell will knock you out. Tell your partner to trust the one that comes from the shadows.â
Someone is coming? How can she know to trust them, just because a voice told her? Ugh, this was too difficult. Very well, tell Chat to trust the one from the shadows and then summon the butterfly Miraculous. Sheâd already taken the Peacock from Nathalie when they fought her earlier, so all that left was Hawkmothâs.
âChat, trust the one that comes from the shadows.â
âWhat? Ladybug-â
âPlease Chat, trust me?â
âAlways. Milady.â
âThen trust the one that comes from the shadows.â
âOkay.â
âGood. Suolucarim ylfrettub eht nommus i.â
The Miraculous immediately came to her hand but she didnât get to celebrate as she began to see black spots. Her transformation dropped and she didnât even get to enjoy Chatâs shocked face. Soon everything faded to dark with only parting words from the strange voice.
âYou and your partner are safe now my Spell Caster.â
She barely remembered what happened when she came to for the first time, everything was blurry as she panicked. Waking up in an unfamiliar room with someone she could barely see standing above her. Marinette threw a messy punch at the blonde above her, just barely missing even in her state. She lurched to throw herself off the bed but Will stopped her pulling her back onto it and talking softly. It did not help her at all and she didnât stop panicking until Tikki flew in front of her face. Marinette took deep breaths staring at dearest friend. Will began pulling out new bandages getting ready to fix everything messed up in her panic. He was stopped by Marinetteâs hand, she gave a weak smile as their eyes met. âSorryâŚâ She whispered out accent strong before falling back into the darkness.
Sun was directly in her eyes this time and she whimpered until it was blocked. Eyes meeting yet another stranger and instead of their stunning blue were a bright orange. She let out a distressed whine but did not move, Tikki was pressed against her neck. She was safe, even in the company of a stranger. Percy glanced at the door wishing for Will to magically appear before lifting the girl's head slightly holding a straw to her lips. âDrink please, itâll help I swear.â He whispered trying to comfort her. Marinette took small sips, eyes changing to a soft and soothing blue at the taste of her favorite toasted white chocolate with triple espresso coffee. She glared when he pulled the straw away from her, causing Percy to laugh softly. He ran a hand through her hair in an attempt to be comforting. âI know, I know but too much will hurt you.â Her eyes watered slightly at the comfort.
âThe voice didnât lie.â She said softly, leaning into his hand. He quirked an eyebrow leaning closer to hear her. âThe voice said weâd be safe, and we are.â Percy was silent before connecting the dots and nodding continuing to stroke her hair.
âThe voice didnât lie, youâre safe.â Marinette gave a small smile before darkness took her again.
âI can still barely believe it, Mar. The Gods are real, like real real, and you. You! Youâre the daughter of one, her most powerful daughter too! I wouldnât expect anything less of you. Youâve always been amazing in and outside of Ladybug. Youâre my best friend, and-and I canât wait for you to wake up. I need you to wake up please.â Adrien said softly, holding her hand, playing with her fingers. âI donât know what our relationship will be. I donât know if weâll stay best friends or weâll start dating. All I know is I want you in my life for the rest of my life.â Marinette squeezed his hand gently as her eyes faded to a soft pink.
âThat sounds amazing, Rien.â
âMarinette!â Adrien cried out hugging her, laughter falling from both of them along with happy tears.
âTill the end?â
âTill the end.â
Percy smirked standing in the doorway, Chiron beside him as they watched the two.
âThe holders of Creation and Destruction, in our camp.â Chiron mused watching the two before turning and walking toward the archery range. âThis summer will be interesting wonât it.â He said ignoring Percyâs snort.
âI call training them Chiron!â
âOh Gods help us, just what we need. Two more added to the chaos that is Percy Jackson.â Percy grinned, turning back to the two.
Yes, it would be a very interesting summer
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Day Two of @post-reveal-revelry: Miscommunication:
Adrien was sweating, his hands slick as he nervously twirled his ring around his finger.
Normally, going to school felt like a relief, but today it felt more like a death procession as he internally debated whether or not to turn around and say hello when he took his seat in class. Luckily, he was still several blocks away from campus.
And several blocks from having to make a decision.
âOh, no.â
That was all Marinette had softly gasped the day prior, once Ladybug and Chat Noir had agreed to release their transformations and reveal their identities to one another.
Oh, no.
The two words, all but immediately lost to the breeze as she uttered them, had haunted him for almost 10 hours, 32 minutes, and 47 seconds.
But hey, who was counting?
As soon as Adrien had returned to his room and detansformed for a final time that night, he dove haplessly onto his bed and wasted no time burying his face in the soft mattress, pressing the nearest pillow over his head.
Not that muffling the already-muted sounds of the night could erase the memory of her gasp from his mind.
Plagg, meanwhile, settled unhelpfully onto the pillow next to himâAdrien knew by the signature stench of Camembert that somehow wafted over him, even with his head coveredâand told him that he was being, well, utterly ridiculous.
âCome on, kid,â he moaned when Adrien refused to unearth himself from his makeshift bed-burial. âSo Ladybug knows you in real life. So she was surprised when you revealed herself. So what? Can you honestly tell me you werenât a little surprised to find out Ladybug had been Pigtails the whole time?â
With a sigh, Adrien relented, removing the pillow and turning halfheartedly toward his kwami (though half of his face remained glued to the bed).
âWell, a little, I guess,â he admitted. âBut she was more than surprised, Plagg. I mean, come on, did you see her face?â
As if the memory of her words wasnât punishment enough, her face at that moment flashed through his mind, as well: Bluebell eyes wide, cheeks flushed in shock, one hand flying to her mouth in dismay as she took a step back.
Oh, no.
Well, that was decidedly not the reaction he was hoping for, no matter who was under the mask.
âShe must be so disappointed, Plagg,â Adrien said softly. He closed his eyes. âSo disappointed that itâs⌠me.â
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âTikki, this is a disaster!â
Marinette had popped open her purse and was whispering to her kwami as she paused at the crosswalk on her way to school. Most days she found herself desperate for Tikkiâs optimistic reassurance, but today?
Well, today she probably needed a miracle, and then some.
Oh, no.
Why, oh why had she said that? It was hard enough knowing how she had hurt Chat Noir in the past, but knowing now that it was Adrien that looked so dejected on that rooftop? There was no way she could face him at school today. No way.
âMarinette, you need to calm down,â Tikki squeaked just as the crosswalk turned green. âIt was just a miscommunication, thatâs all! You were surprised, but itâs not too late to just tell AdrienâChat Noirâhow you really feel.â
As per usual, Tikki was right. But while Marinette could find it in her to scale buildings, throw herself into the chaotic fray of an akuma battle, and even dodge numerous of said villains while traversing Parisâs sewers, speaking to Adrien had always been⌠something else entirely.
Especially now, seeing as âoh, noâ was decidedly not what she wanted to first say to her partner, no matter who was under the mask.
âJust a miscommunication,â Marinette sighed, her stride slowing. âYouâre right, I was just embarrassed, but I⌠I donât know how to tell him that.â
By this point, Marinette had reached the bottom of the stairs leading up to the entrance of Collège Françoise Dupont.
Steeling herself for what was likely to be her most awkward arrival to class yet (and that bar was already set pretty high), she took one final breath before ascending the stairs and marching toward her classroom.
Not that her resolve lasted long.
Just as she reached the doorway, her hand hovered over the doorknob, her hesitation nearly giving rise to full-blown panic.
What if he hates me now?
Wait, what if he wonât want to work with Ladybug, anymore?
Oh God, how in the world am I going to manage this without Chat Noir if he up and leaves because of my slip-up yesterday?
And if I canât defeat an akuma without him, then Parisâ
âYou can do this, Marinette!â Tikki peeked up and out of the purse with an encouraging smile, stopping Marinetteâs runaway thoughts in their tracks. âJust a miscommunication, remember? All you have to do is take it one step at a time.â
One step. Right. Well, she was one step away now, wasnât she?
Marinette nodded. âThanks, Tikki.â
Finally, she closed her eyes, gripped the door handle tightly, and pushed into the classroom.
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Adrienâs breath caught in his throat.
Oh God, his hands were going to start sweating again. He wasnât ready for this.
He was standing in front of Ninoâs seatâscavenging through his bag for class notes he meant to give to the other boyâjust as Marinette pushed through the doorway. Her whole countenance froze as soon as she looked up and accidentally made eye contact with him.
Adrien swore he could hear his own heartbeat.
Thump, thump, thump.
Oh, no. Oh, no. Oh, no.
Suddenly, Marinette squeezed her eyes shut again, her mouth sloping downward and her brows furrowing as though she were trying to keep herself from crying.
Then, before Adrien could so much as blink, she had rushed forward and thrown herself around him. Her arms snaked up and over his shoulders as her face buried into the crook of his neck.
âIâm so sorry, Chaton,â she whispered. âAnd I am so happy itâs you. Please, please believe me.â
The moment finally unraveled, and relief crashed into his body with nearly the same force Marinette had.
Adrien found himself wrapping his arms around her torso, pulling her in just as he had waited so long to do.
He could breathe again.
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Connections 10
Chapter 10
this is based on @thepeacetea daminette soulmate au
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Arriving in Themyscira, they were greeted by Queen Hippolyta and guided them to large hall. Introductions were made and Tikki zipped towards Hippolyta, nuzzling her cheek.
"You are the Ladybug of this generation?" The Amazonian Queen asked the youngest in the room.
"Yes, Maâam." Marinette answered quickly and slightly panicked in the Queen's presence.
"Your soul is a true creation soul," she began her explanation. "As your soulmate and intended cat is a true destruction soul." As if on cue Damian, in corporeal form, 'crashed' through the ceiling, falling, and landing with a thud.
"Nice entrance Demon spawn." Jason snickered as Damian stood up.
"Tt. When I get my body back Grayson and Drake help me with this.â He demanded, but was actually asked of his brothers. He held up two batons.
âDick would be better than...â Timâs voice cut off as Damian merged the two and it expanded into a bo staff. âI stand corrected.â
âThe Black Cat is the most offensive Miraculous," Hippolyta continued to explain. "As you've already found the first two, attempt to find the third."
"There are five total," Tikki chimed in. "But you'll need Plagg for the other two and to use your Power." Damian nodded and sat down fiddling with the staff, then batons, then the staff again, while listening to the Amazonian Queen.
"What does this have to do with the Lazarus Pit and bringing Damian back?â was asked by Bruce.
"Everything. Understanding the power that she is and he will, wield explains why there will not be an adverse effect on him." Hippolyta calmly explained. âThe Ladybug as you may know uses a yo-yo as the primary weapon, but you also have two collapsed escrima sticks. Your powers include the 'Lucky Charm' and 'Miracle Cureâ used together you can reverse all damage caused as a result of the miraculous, or if any miraculous took part during anytime of the altercation. It is also possible to revive the dead with your power."
"So is it possible for Mari to bring back Damian?" Was asked by a hopeful Dick.
"Unfortunately not. What occurred was a result of the soul bond and the magic embedded into Marinette." A sad knowing look crossed the Queen's features. "This is where the Pits of Lazarus comes into play. As Marinette is the embodiment of creation and luck, as Damian is the embodiment of destruction and misfortune they are the two souls of this generation who can enter its waters without corruption."
"Why?" was chorused by the four eldest Waynes.
"The Pits were created by a wish merging the Ladybug and Black Cat miraculous." Tikki now spoke again. "But with such powerful magic it comes with a cost. Pit madness comes when a person has a soul alignment with a miraculous, like Jason. For others it may vary, but for souls like the two of you, as part of Plagg and I, you are immune to the madness only reaping the benefits."
"Why didn't you say this before, Tikki." Tim brought up. "Because I can't see souls like my chosen can and Mari is too young to see them now." the miniature goddess responded.
"Pits as in more than one?" Bruce whispered, as if in deep thought.
"There are half a dozen pits around the world hidden away. Each is guarded by one of the inner kwamii, but that is more of a tidbit than necessary information." the Queen smiled. âNow has that calmed some concerns?"
"Is there a Pit not controlled by the League?" Jason blurted out. Because logically the league couldn't control all of them.
"A few, such as the one here on Paradise Island." Queen Hippolyta answered in turn.
"I can get my body back without the League?" Damian whispered just loud enough for everyone to hear.
This was the best news they could get. Damian could be revived while not having to struggle with the Pit madness. He wouldn't need to be near the League which means he wouldn't question himself. That he is able to build upon what he has since moving to Gotham without being the Prince of Assassins.
"Yes. Now come little bug, little cat." Marinette and Damian each flanked the Queen as the rest followed behind.
A short trek into the Mountains and they arrived at a pit. The same acidic green with chaos and creation swirled. Damian's body was deposited next to the swirling pool.
"Understand that when you emerge, both of you, will train here in order to strengthen and teach you the magic you will wield." the two children nodded, clear resolve on their features. "Good."
After bringing Damian back from the dead they almost immediately were placed into training. It was true that there was no madness, his mind was intact without being clouded by anger. Their soul bond was a huge benefit. Where Damian caught the physical aspect quickly and it transferred to Mari. While Mari was a natural at magic and helped guide Damian through.
Yes the Amazonâs did not particularly trust men but they could recognize Damian as a Black Cat, which along with his brotherâs nickname Demon Spawn, he gained the name Hellcat. That and they could clearly see that Damian was Marinetteâs soulmate, but didnât treat her as a damsel in distress, instead as a partner and equal. Which helped him earn some respect to the warriors around them. Which was how the two spent most of the week before going back.
What they couldn't be prepared for was the tornado named Jagged. As soon as they arrived in the manor he was there in a fury of a whirlwind.
"Hey little Rocker, how was the trip?"
"It was fun." Marinette smiled at her dad.
"So got any pictures to show your papa, love." he asked excitedly.
"Pictures?" she repeated quizzically.
That was when the Wayneâs and Mari began to laugh
"Whatâs so funny?" The rocker asked confused.
"Apparently we were so caught up in the vacation we didnât take pictures." Tim grinned, the little liar he is, spoke up. He had pictures but they were mostly of his brothers getting their asses handed to them by the Amazons. And he couldnât explain how they happened to be on the secret hidden island filled with Amazonian warriors. "Their also was zero service on the island." He finished with a shrug.
"Ohh I did bring back some shells and crystals and some seeds for my garden." Mari chimed in. "I can tell you all about it."
"Yes you can on the plane to wherever you and the bird you choose to come with us." Jagged smiled at his daughter.
"Jared what are you..." Bruce near finished his sentence.
Jagged having interrupted his thoughts he sentence. âCome now Batsey you steal little rocker for a week so I steal one of your birds." He stated as a matter of fact.
Bruce just stood with his jaw slack. Sure Mari told them he figured them out, but he forgot, he had a child to revive goddamn it. âFine but I think itâll be a good idea to tell him Mari." He turned to the young girl.
The girl chewed her lip before putting her hand in her light vest shirt. A red pixie bug flew out and sat on Mariâs head.
"Hello Iâm Tikki the Ladybug kwamii, Marinette is my chosen holder." Tikki's voice rang through the room.
"Iâm sorry what now?" The rocker was eerily still and quiet.
"Long story short your daughter is a magical girl and Demon Spawn is her soulmate and is also a magical girl, boy, you get the idea." Jason chuckled.
"Okay let me get this straight. Mari's soulmate is the Grumpy Gargoyle, they are both magical kids who are chosen by fairies. All of you are Gotham's vigilantes, which I'm assuming you've been training Little Rocker."
"Yes.??â Dick answered unsure.
"Okay."
"Okay." Dick again responded. Before realizing, "Wait! Okay!â
"Ya," Jagged shrugged. "You've all met Mari. This is completely plausible with her. So who are we stealing from Bruce?"
"Dames!" she jumped to hug him from behind, arms wrapped around his neck.
Damian for his part didn't throw Marinette off. In fact he repositioned to piggy back her, a ghost of a smile spread on his neutral features.
"So where are we going?"
Yucatan Peninsula
Why?
The Twins said a gift for future bugs and cats were there.
Haven't their been cats and bugs since them?
Yes but travel was limited.
In other words scavenger hunt.
Yes. How's your Spanish? Because the most logical place to start would be the Mayan ruins.
"Mejor que eI tuyo." she smirked at him.
"God damn it their doing it again." Jason dragged his hands down his face.
"Doing what?"
"Their bond is shockingly rare, its a Mind link sharing knowledge, meaning basically anything one knows so does the other. As if that isn't enough now they can communicate telepathically."
"So why the Spanish rocker?"
"Cancun, Mayan scavenger hunt." she grinned.
"Sounds good. I'll shoot Penny a text and we'll leave tomorrow sound good?"
"Yup." She responded, Damian nodded and finally set her down.
Your helping me pack.
As if I'd let you do it yourself.
Knowing you, you'd pack your Robin uniform.
'Pfft'
Next
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Healing Hands: Chapter 10
Swooping in here with the first update in uhhhh several months!
Jasonette Sword Art Online AU
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Chapter 10:Â Ah, the simple joys of choking to hide a blush
Marinette had been thinking. Jason was right. About a lot of things, actually, but she wasnât quite ready to face the catch-22 of fighting on the front lines without her friends. No, what she was willing to admit he was right about was that nobody in this game knew how to feed themselves. It had been nearly six months since the game began, yet there were still so many people too terrified or busy to take care of themselves.
But no more.
Marinette had rented a building in the largest town on level 1 for one evening a week. She enlisted Nathaniel and Alix to help her design posters advertising a cooking class. Kim had helped them put them up all over town, though heâd made it clear he was only doing it to beat how many Alix could do.
Oh Kwami, she hoped there would be a good turnout. At the very least, she knew a couple of her friends from the guild were coming as a show of support. They could definitely benefit from the knowledge too, but her goal was to reach a wider audience.
Hence why she was standing outside the door to the rented space, hesitating to open the door. She felt a phantom nudge of encouragement from Tikki, took a deep breath and tugged on the door handle.
It didnât budge.
She double-checked that she had the right address (she did), and that sheâd rented it for tonight (she had). She tried the door again, pulling hard. Maybe it was just stuck? She had one foot planted on the wall and was throwing her full weight into pulling the door out towards the street when she heard someone clear their throat.
Standing beside her was a small group of players. There were maybe five of them, mostly arguing with each other. Marinette slowly looked up to meet the eyes of the hulking man who stood before her.
He had a red cloak thrown over his head, concealing much of his face. Why did that look so familiar? As he shifted his stance, she saw a crossbow slung on his back. Then it hit her, it was the man whoâd helped the Order beat the first boss.
He stretched his hand out to her and said, âNeed some help there, Pixie?â
Pixie? Just what was he playing at, there was only one person whoâd called her that--
Oh.
Just her luck.
She grinned awkwardly and disengaged herself from the door. Jason, she saw it was indeed him as he casually flicked back the hood of his cloak, stepped forward. He gave her a smirk and pushed the door open. It easily swung inwards to reveal a warmly lit hallway.
He gave her a flourishing bow and followed her in. She was glad heâd let her go in first so she could hide the very bright color of her heated cheeks, which was definitely due to the cold weather and no other reason, thank you very much.
She shrugged off her cloak and hung it on the hooks that lined the hall. The rented building was a modified restaurant that she, Adrien, and Kim had spent hours rearranging and modifying to give each cooking station its own ample space, with permission from the NPC who owned the place. The boys had been particularly excited about knocking down the wall that separated the kitchen from the dining space.
A low chatter from the interior told Marinette that there were at least a few others here. Decidedly ignoring Jason and his entourage behind her, she marched into the kitchen with her head held high.
Kagami, Alix, and Nath were waiting, each at their own station. Kagami immediately snapped to attention when she saw Marinette, effectively halting the conversation between them. Marinette glanced around the room and saw a few other players sitting about, maybe less than ten besides the ones she knew.
She took her place at the stovetop in front of all the others and tried not to stare at Jason and his friends as they got settled.
Of course he had saved her life... what, was this three times now? Sheâd sent him a personal invite to the cooking class since theyâd accepted each otherâs friend requests, but she hadnât actually expected him to show.
Or bring friends.
Several sneaky glances showed that the blonde girl and redhead were still bickering, while the boy and girl who both had dark hair exchanged looks of exasperation. A regular occurrence, then. Jason just sat there with his arms crossed, showing off his generous muscles--
Nope, professional cooking class time.
Marinette waited for a few more stragglers to join, then clicked her stove on and poured some oil in a pan. It let out a loud sizzle that stopped the chatter of everyone in the room.
âWelcome everyone! My name is Marinette, and Iâm so glad you were all able to make it. Now, I donât know where everyoneâs skill level is at, so letâs start with something simple,â Marinette reached for the fridge behind her. âWho here knows how to make eggs?â
The group wasnât as hopeless as she thought. Though, like Jason, almost none of them used spices. But they picked it up quickly, and soon they moved from eggs to potatoes to steak.
âUh miss, could we get a vegetarian option?â A tired-looking boy with a dark mullet raised his hand. Next to him, a boy was staring at the uncooked steak with a trembling lip. Were those tears in his eyes?
âOf course!â Marinette breezed over and swapped their steak for a cut of tofu. She gave the boys a quick rundown of cooking with tofu, then went back to making her rounds with the other players. As she walked away, she heard the first boy gingerly comforting the other who was sniffling, âI just miss Kaltenecker so much.â
She shook her head, puzzled but deciding not to bother. She was about to return to her own cooking station when someone flagged her down.
âHi there, how can I help?â The girl sheâd approached let out an aggravated sigh. âI just canât cut the fat off the meat! Meanwhile he,â she pointed an accusatory finger to a redheaded boy with freckles across from her. âIs already cooking the second side of his steak.â
Marinette froze slightly, recognizing these people as Jasonâs friends. Or his not-friends, if he was to be believed from the other day. She forced herself to relax. Just because they knew this random guy she kept running into didnât mean she had to be nervous. This girl still needed her help.
She let herself fall into the easy rhythm of showing the girl more steps in detail, bringing out the spare steak to cut it alongside her. The girl did fine with that little bit of extra instruction, and she was soon ready to cook it.
âIf you want, we can slice the meat thinner and broil it. Itâll be done faster, probably before your friend over there.â Marinette nodded towards the redhead, who was busy helping the blonde girl beside him.
The dark-haired girl next to her raised her brows. âOh, absolutely.â Marinette giggled and turned the temperature up, then showed her how to cut the steak. They laid the pieces in the pan and set a timer.
Marinette washed her hands and smiled at her progress, the proud grin reflected on the girlâs own face. âHey, my name is Zatanna,â she wiped down her hand and held it out to Marinette. She took it and shook. âMarinette, but you probably already knew that,â she beamed.
The girl poked at her steak with a metal spatula. âWow, youâre really a pro at this. Do you mind if I send you a friend request?â
âThat would be great!â Marinette smiled and accepted the invite that popped up. As promised, Zatannaâs steaks were finished before her friend-- Wally-- and she gave Marinette a sly grin as he scrambled to catch up.
Marinette waved her off and walked back through the aisles to see if anyone else needed help. Ah, someone had their hand raised over there--
Jason wiggled his fingers at her.
Ah. Lovely. Deep breaths. She could do this.Â
Marinette made her way over to him, determined to maintain an upbeat, professional attitude. He smirked as she joined him at his station.
âHey Marinette, I think I uh, used too many spices,â he cut off a bite of his steak, speared it on a fork, and offered it to her. Without thinking, she leaned forward and bit the steak right off his fork.
Her eyes widened, both at the realization of the intimacy of the motion and the revolting food sheâd just put in her mouth. He was right, it was over-spiced. Making eye contact with him, she nervously inhaled sharply and started choking.
While Jason rushed to grab her a glass of water, she gratefully reflected on the fact that her reddening cheeks would easily be passed off as being caused by her coughing fit. Ah, the simple joys of choking to hide a blush.
He was back soon and offered her the cup. She drank deeply and sighed. That felt better. Now, if only she could avoid future embarrassments....
âSorry, didnât think it was that bad, Pix. I donât suppose thereâs any way to fix it?â Jason winced apologetically.
âNo no, itâs still salvageable!â She waved her hands quickly in the air. Ugh, so much for future embarrassments. âHere, we can turn it into a stew and add in potatoes to soak up the spices. Itâs a trick that works in the real world, but it should do the job here too.â
She started bringing out broth and other vegetables from her inventory. He was quick with the knife as he chopped whatever she handed him. She stoically didnât show how her stomach fluttered every time their hands brushed in the small workspace. Or let on that she noticed how he hardly watched his own cutting board and instead elected to look at her hands. It seemed to be working well, until--
âYouâre frowning,â he noted quietly.
âO-oh, am I?â
âThis must be a pain in the ass, huh?â His eyes were trained on the onion he was dicing. âI didnât expect you to actually start a class given how much work itâll be, but Iâm glad you did. I think a lot of people need this.â
She felt her cheeks warm and turned back to where she was seasoning the pot. âItâs really not a bother, I like helping people. Plus cooking in the game is much easier the more you level up the skill, so Iâm really just helping people get started.â
âModest and beautiful? My my, what a catch,â he cocked an eyebrow and locked eyes with her while dumping the onions into the stew. She felt her breath catch in her throat.
âOh, u-um, thatâs....â Marinette stammered. âThank you.â She bit her lip. This man would be the death of her if the game didnât kill her first. Could you die from having all the blood in your body rush to your cheeks?
âAnytime,â Jason smoothly reached around her to put the paring knife back into the block. His chest warmed her back, the closeness taking her breath away.
Marinette was pretty sure she was still trying to find it when he added the chopped onions to the stew. She tasted the offered spoon in a daze, slowly nodded her approval, and came to her senses in the middle of helping Alix add more cooking oil to her pan.
Huh. She gave herself a slight shake, then continued helping people for the duration of the class. And she most certainly did not regret inviting Jason when he threw her meaningful glances from across the room. Not when his lovely blue eyes drew her in, and she could feel herself floating, heart swooning, and--
Nope, not even then.
The end of the class came sooner than she expected, but running around making sure everyone was doing alright took up more of her attention than she had thought. In the hubbub of everyone packing up, Marinette ensured all the work stations were cleaned up, then opened her inventory.
For the first time all night, she made eye contact with Jason first, waiting for him to look up. It didnât take very long, she noted a slight tensing of his shoulders and the shifting of his watchful gaze around the room.
It finally landed on her, and he cocked an inquisitive brow. Marinette tried not to let her hand shake as she donned her red armor, the one he had last seen when he saved her from the cold.
A slight glimmer of recognition dawned in his eyes, but his mouth fell open when she put on the helmet. He had only seen her in full armor during the thirteenth level boss fight, but he hadnât known it was her until now.
And she walked out the door with her head held high, not giving him the chance to talk to her. Alix, Nath, and Kagami followed closely, unintentionally blocking him from catching up with her. She allowed herself to smile as they teleported home from the cobbled street outside.
* * *
âOh, that little....â Jason huffed a laugh to himself. It seemed like fate had brought them together more times than they knew. Or at least, it would seem that way if he believed in fate. He shook his head. Fate or not, that woman was incredible.
He knew there was something special about her, but the way she moved in that first boss fight? He couldnât get the image out of his mindâs eye: her jumping off the beast's shoulders, slicing her knives down its back all the way down to the floor. Landing perfectly, and gracefully running off to plan the next move.
Jason trailed behind Wally and the others, lost in his thoughts.
âSo, that Marinette girl was really something, huh?â Zatanna fell back to walk beside him.
âHmm.â Jason grunted in response.
âI mean, she was so nice and clever. What a great idea to host a cooking class!â She clasped her hands behind her back. âHow did you get that invite again?â
Jason folded his arms and sighed. âIf youâre asking, do you even need to hear the answer?â
She smiled at him and shoved his shoulder playfully with her own. âIâm happy for you, seriously.â
âNothing to be happy about,â he grumbled in response.
âSuuuure,â Zatanna laughed before catching up to the others.
He wasnât that obvious, was he?
* * *
Jason woke up, the sensation of blood sticking his hands together. Something trickled down his back-- blood or sweat, he didnât know. His eyes wildly darted around the empty room, desperately trying to find the source of the sickly green light bathing his usually dark room--
Shit. His eyes. He closed them. Thought of colors and numbers and breathed. When he opened them again, the room was pitch black, so dark it felt like it was closing in on him. The blankets on his bed were too close, too hot. Bile rose in his throat. He couldnât, couldnât breathe.
Clawing his way out of bed, he stumbled to where he knew the bedroom door should be. Shaking hands ripped the handle open, allowing soft moonlight to beckon him into the hall. He padded quickly, but softly, down the stairs and to the outside.
A small hill with no trees carved out an absence of stars in front of him. He hurried towards it, the cold air reviving his senses and calming his heartbeat. The cool grass numbed his feet as he made quick work of striding to the crest.
When heâd finally made it, Jason stood still and craned his neck up. Eyes closed, he felt the breeze go right through his thin sleep clothes, chilling his still-sweaty skin. He spread his arms as wide as they could go. He was not trapped. He never would be again.
He opened his eyes to see a huge spread of stars. They were different from the ones back home, but he liked them all the same.
There were books of the constellations here, heâd seen Replacement with them before. He should make a note to steal them sometime.
He stayed there until dawn.
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Just Another Class Trip :)Â Part 2
Marinette sacrifices Adrien and then steals his alter ego.
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With the help of the staff Marinette is directed to the room she will be sharing with Chloe and Kagami. It was meant to be two to a room, but yada yada Lila yada yada medical condition yada yada tears= Lila gets her own room.
âMarinette,â Kagami spots her first, rising from the couch.
âMari!â Chloe vaults over the couch and hug tackles her, Marinette barely moves an inch, âYou should have heard all the shit Lila was saying on the way here, youâd think it be enough she got the class to leave you behind!â
âPerhaps itâs best if you do not,â Kagami pulls Chloe off her, âYou didnât answer your phone,â
âFlat,â
âBags?â
âStolen,â
âLila?â
âProbably,â
âWell lucky for you housekeeping dropped this by earlier,â Chloe hands her a box, inside filled with essential items, tooth brush, hair brush, even a pair of pyjamas, along with a note
âCourtesy of the Waynes, for Miss Marinette Dupain-Chengâ
âMust be a generic package,â She had shrugged off the bellhops earlier saying her bags were lost.
âWell since you donât have to unpack, help me with this,â Chloe leads her over to their kitchen that might actually be bigger than her houses.
On the counter beauty products are lined up along with random ingredients.
âWeâre making face masks!â
âCorrection, Chloe is making face masks,â Kagami scolds, âI argued that sleep would be more effective,â
âAnd yet you didnât go to sleep,â Chloe teases, mashing up avocado.
âWell not without you,â Kagami smirks, making Chloe blush, but itâs not like her to back down.
âAwe, youâd wait for me~â Chloe relishes in the blush dusting Kagami's cheeks.
Marinette dry heaves, wondering how long they were going to keep pretending to flirt like this, each too stubborn to back down. They have been doing this more and more recently, great that they were more comfortable around each other butâŚ
âHow about we go to bed,â Marinette disturbs their challenging stares.
âNot without Kagami,â
âI already used that one,â
âI never said weâd use the bed for sleeping~â
âHey!â Her exclamation doesn't get them to drop their staring contest, âDo either of you know what room Adrien is in?â
âEnd of the hall,â They both answer, not looking at her.
âGreat,â Marinette hastily grabs her bag and the box, she could get ready in Adrien's room, away from the weirdness.
She practically runs down the hall, ignoring her Kwamiâs snickering.
âMari!â Adrien throws the door open for her, âDid everything go ok, you didnât answer your phone, you look upset,â
âSorted everything out with security no problems, Phones dead, Bag stolen,â She plops down on the couch next to Nino, âChlo and Kags are driving me crazy,â
âHow long have you been back?â She looks down at her watch.
âThree minutes,â
âAre they doing that thing again?â Adrien, Kwami bless him hands her a mug of coffee.
âYep,â She takes a sip from the mug, she retracts that blessing âBetrayal! This isnât coffee!â
âItâs hot chocolate,â Adrien is in the kitchen fixing another mug, âYou need to go to bed, and coffee will keep you up,â
No she needed to go on patrol, and a coffee is vital to her surviving it.
âWhatâs up with Chloe and Kagami?â Nino takes off his headphones.
âThey started teasing each other by jokingly flirting but their both too stubborn to back down," Marinette sighs, downing half the mug of hot chocolate so she can get herself a damn coffee, "So they get uncomfortable then we get uncomfortable and its overall very uncomfortable,â
âI think itâs kind of funny,â Adrien sits down next to her, mug in hand.
âIt would be if they both werenât horrible at flirting,â She steals the mug away from him taking a sip.
That is not coffee, that is sugar disguised as a liquid
âThatâs the funny part,â Adrien smiles as she hands back the mug,
âTouche Agreste, Touche,â
âIf you wanted you could sleep in my room,â Nino offers, oh so innocently.
âThankâs Nino, but I would rather Alya not kill me,â
âNah dude, I was going to stay with Alya anyway Madame Bustier wont mind,â Yeah their teacher really should learn not to trust teenagers, "So you can have my room,â
âNino you are a godsent,â
Nino cleans up his few thrown about items and bids them adieu. Marinette was glad they could still talk, maybe they were even still friends. When you have the devil in one ear and her loyal sidekick in the other it is actually kind of impressive they still have a friendly relationship.
âSo howâs your day been?â Marinette gathers up the strength to start a conversation after making her own coffee, and her mouth was only very burnt from chugging a hot drink.
âGood, Chloe took us to a supermarket, I brought a bunch of american snacks!â
Indeed he had, Marinette watches in mild horror as he plops bags full of junk food in front of her.
âI didnât realise we were feeding an army,â Adrien starts rooting through the bags, âIf a super villain comes after you because you brought all their favourite snacks in Gotham Iâm not protecting you,â
âIâd just share with them,â Adrien hums, chomping down on a chocolate bar.
â... Yeah that could work,â Dear Kwami I have to protect this sunshine child, Â âMaybe,â
âOi, donât eat too much, I don't want to have to re tailor your outfit for the runway,â She teases, regretting it immediately as Adrien's shoulders sag.
âSorry,â
âAdri Iâm kidding,â Â She places a hand on his shoulder smiling gently, âI already made the measurements a bit bigger so youâre good.
âHave I ever told you youâre the best?â
âNot enough you haven't,â Marinette huffs in mock offence, âNow eat,â
She shoves the chocolate bag in his face, getting it all over his cheek. They both start laughing as Adrien tries to get his revenge. They end up falling off the couch, Marinette on top of him. Adrien is blushing a bright red, Marinette just grins and shoves the chocolate in his face before getting up.
She could almost laugh at how her younger self would react to that. It wasn't as if she didnât like Adrien, well maybe not in that way anymore, she honestly hadn't put that much thought into it lately. Things just got busy she supposed, Akumas got harder, then she became the guardian, she started her fashion career. Actually her fashion career might be at fault.
Gabriel had started lending Adrien to model for her more and more. The man stepping further and further back from the fashion world, or the world in general, over the years for whatever the reason. At first she had been a blushing mess around Adrien, not directing him properly and making her work suffer for it. Overtime she had learnt how to handle it, getting less flustered every time they worked together. Now that she thought about it, when she had revealed her identity as MDC Adrien didnât seem surprised; maybe her work attitude had bled into her regular life well before then.
Marinette is washing the chocolate off when a knock sounds at the door. Neither feel like walking to it so shout out âcome inâ. That turned out to be a mistake as Lila bursts into the room. How were they supposed to know Lila would actually knock?!
âMarinette you slut!â Lila all but screeches.
âLila, you donât have an audience and neither of us believe you,â Marinette comes out of the bathroom, already bored of the conversation she really needed to go, Lila and Marinette both.
âWell just wait, tomorrow the whole class is going to know what you did,â Lila gets up in her face, so close she can smell her perfume.
No not Lila's perfume her perfume.
âRight, sorry to say but thereâs worse rumours than sleeping with a supermodel,â Marinette tries to edge her way around Lila, good excuse as any to dip out for patrol.
âNot if I say you forced him,â Lila looks way to self satisfied for what she is implying
I think the fuck not
âNah,â Adrien shrugs, getting Lilaâs ire turned on him, a noble sacrifice indeed.
âNah?â Lila looks livid, âWhat do you mean Nah !â
âIâd just say I wanted to,â Adrien stays calm with Lila's face inches from him, Marinette gives him the thumbs up as she edges closer to the door, Adrien nods back.
She loved this version of the high road
âAfter all Marinette's super pretty and talented,â Adrien gushes, Marinette grins at the face Lila must be making, âHonestly your lie is so unbelievable, why would she ever go for someone like me?â
Marinette closes the door on Lilaâs cursing response, saying a quick word of praise for Adrien's bravery and sacrifice.
At least he gets to see Lilaâs reaction when she realises Iâm gone
Marinette uses a back door of the hotel to get to the street, not wanting the staff to stop her and warn about the dangers. She skips along looking for a good place to change. The city was actually kind of beautiful at night, she feels drawn to it in a strange way.
âMarinette!â Tikki looks out from her scarf, âYou forgot the Miracle box,â
âShoot!â She looks back to the hotel, a few blocks away from it by now, âItâll be fine Tikki I leave it at home all the time,â
âYouâre not at home right now,â Tikki looks worried, those are her friends after all, âItâs a guardians duty-â
Marinette tries not to groan, she really does.
âI know Tikki, I know,â She looks over the buildings surrounding her, feeling a deep itch to see Gotham from the rooftops âBut canât I just be myself for once, not the guardian?â
âYou are the guardian,â Tikki insists, before sighing, âWhich means you can make your own decisions regarding the miracle box,â
âThank you Tikki,â She hugs the little Kwami, âI promise to be back super quick, I just have to stop one bad guy, an eye witness account of Starling so I donât just appear randomly, I wonât even need to go on patrol again after this,â
âAlright Marinette, I trust you,â Tikki nuzzles her cheek, easing Marinette's conscience.
With that she ducks out of sight to get changed. Her costume is pretty simple really. All she had to do was pull her infinity scarf up, discrete holes allowing her to see. She turns her skirt inside out to a black side, with white, purple, and blue detailing to stick to her Starling namesake. The skirt pulls over her shoulders, a zip down the middle allowing her more movement, and a zip to form a secret hood.
Ready to go she climbs up to the roof, super strength and speed making roof hopping easier. She supposed if someone looked too hard they would be able to piece together pieces of her costume but her âcapeâ hides the detailing of her shirt. Besides if she has her way she wonât have to use this identity ever again, but she rarely has her way.
About ten minutes into her search through Gotham she spots a broken window. Not notable except that the lights are on. She lowers herself onto the fire escape and sure enough someone is being held at gunpoint.
âExcuse me,â Both people jump, spinning to look at Starling casual sitting on the broken glass on the window sill, âYou seem to have a very rude house guest on your hands,â
âWho the hell are you!?â The burglar turns their gun on her.
âJust a stray passing through,â She gives a bright smile, and a very Chat like bow, âStarling at your service⌠milady,â
If Iâm going Chat I might as go full Chat Noir, hope he doesn't file a lawsuit against me
âUmmm,â The woman looks very confused, but not as confused as the burglar.
âWould you like me to remove him from your home?â
âAh⌠yes?â
With another smile Starling makes her move. In the split second it takes the burglar to register her offer she's standing in front of him. The gun moves a second too late as she ceases his arm, her strength being as good as handcuffs. She hits a pressure point her Aunt taught her to make him drop the gun, kicking it away. Pinning the man's arm behind his back she spins him around, zip tying his hands.
âWhat the fuck!!â
âThatâs no kind of language,â Starling reprimands, pushing him towards the window, âNow apologise,â
âWhat?! No way fuck you!â Starling grins, hooking a bungee cord to his shirt.
âAlright then, bye!â She pushes him out the window.
His screaming doesn't stop even when she watches as he bounces back up, dangling out the window. She grins.
Ladybug would never get away with that
Tying the other end of the cord to a post, she double checks to make sure everything is secure before turning back to the victim.
âSo sorry about the rude intrusion milady,â She bows again, in jest, âHave you contacted the police?â
âYeah⌠what are you?â
âA Starling bird,â Starling spins, showing off her cape, the patterning placed to resemble wings, âI though the name would be a dead give away,â
âYeah, but what are you? A Bat? Vigilante?â
âVigilante yes, Bat not so much,â Starling can see as she looks more cautious after that, âJust happened to be passing through Gotham when I saw you in need of assistance,â
âRight... ok then...â She sits down, letting herself slump over the couch, âUgh, this has been a terrible day,â
âHow so?â Starling eyes up the kitchen, âBesides from mister bungee jump out there,â
âI was almost out of work this afternoon when a new rumour about the Wayne's blew up,â Starling nods along, turning the oven on and picking out ingredients.
âI work in the PR department at Wayne tower, do you have any idea how hard that is?!â Starling shakes her head finding a bowl but no measuring cups, she could just estimate.
âThey have new bruises everyday,â Starling does look up to that, very concerned, âDonât worry itâs not abuse or anything, they really are just dumbasses,â
Starling snickers a little bit at that, pouring in ingredients like second nature.
âI once asked mister Drake why he had a giant bruise on his forehead, he told me he passed out at his desk and just slammed into it!â Starling does laugh at that one, âLike?! How am I supposed to tell people that without sullying the Wayne name?â
âI think its funny,â She did clearly not agree, Starling changes the subject as she starts mixing âWhat was the problem today?â
âNothin much really someone took pictures of mister Drake talking and giving a ride to some girl with black hair and blue eyes, and now everyone thinks sheâs a Wayne,â
âThatâs all it takes?â She starts placing the cookie dough on the baking tray, âMaybe I should apply?â
âNah, youâd sooner be Batman's kid than Bruce Wayne's,â She cracks the first smile Starling has seen so far, âHeâs got the same amount of kids, if not more,â
âMaybe they should share custody?â Starling puts the cookies in the oven, âDouble the number each,â
âYeah, how about no?â She smiles more, which is good, âI canât imagine having to explain away the bruises the Bat kids get,â
Starling smiles, the sound of sirens now drawing close.
âI guess that's my cue to leave Milady,â Starling jumps up onto the window sill, the burglar still shouting below, âTake the cookies out in fifteen minutes,â
âHey,â Starling looks back, âThank you,â
âNo problem,â Starling sends a dazzling smile, âGood night, Milady,â
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Miraculous Side Effects
For Maribat March day 6 theme miraculous side effectsÂ
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Despite popular belief, the miraculous did not give you powers or animalistic side effects outside of the miraculous. So no she did not eat aphids and could not create things out of thin air.Â
The only side effect of the miraculous was you became a little more in tune with a certain part of yourself. For Tikki it was being more structured/organized, with Plagg you became a little more chaotic, Trixx you became a little more honest, and so on.Â
Most days Marinette found herself wearing the ox miraculous, a nose ring. For some reason nose rings scared people off and most days she was so deep into her work she didnât want to be talked to. Unfortunately, this came with the side effect of being more hot-headed. When especially pissed off she forgot all reason and would either tell a person off or beat a person up. Neither was pretty.Â
And just her luck that today was one of those days. She had been up for 28 hours working on Jagged and Pennyâs outfits for some rich manâs gala.Â
With any luck she wouldnât have to attend, not that she didnât have a dress she always had one on hand, but she really didnât want to socialize with a bunch of rich people. If they were anything like Chloe or Kagami, no offense to her best friends of course, then they would be a pain to talk to.Â
Now here she was in this coffee shop, she didnât bother remembering the name of, to get a cup of coffee so she could finish the stitching on Pennyâs dress.Â
Ignoring the guyâs horrified expression at how much caffeine she wanted and his muttering of âthereâs now a female oneâ she patiently waited for her cup.Â
The second she got it she chugged most of it down, immediately feeling more awake. Screw sleep, she could take a nap once she was done.Â
She had literally just finished drinking it all when a body slammed into hers. She ended up falling on the ground, cup still in hand, and glared at the person who bumped into her, mostly because he was still standing.Â
Her first thought was âFuck, heâs cuteâ. What was it with her and green eyed men? Faintly she could hear someone saying, âGood going Demon Spawn!â but she wasnât paying attention.Â
The lid had fallen off the cup and now the little bit that was still left had splattered onto her clothes. And she liked this shirt too.Â
He offered her a hand but she was still pissed off, her mind no longer listening to reason, and it didnât help that Stomppâs side effect was amping up her aggression.Â
Completely ignoring his offer of help she got up and gave him her best glare, the one that had grown men shaking. Now this wasnât her best moment, but in her defense she was sleep deprived and now needed to change her clothes which took up more of her precious time.Â
âDude watch where youâre going next time!â She shouted, the whole place went silent.Â
It took the dude a moment to say something but she just ended up cutting him off, âLook Iâm sorry, I-âÂ
âYouâre sorry. Yeah, apology not accepted.â And with that she grabbed her lid off the ground, dramatically smashed her cup with one hand, and threw both things away in the trash can by the door as she walked out.Â
It wasnât until she had finished Pennyâs dress and took a much needed nap that she realized the opportunity she just wasted. She couldâve accepted the apology and maybe got a date with a really cute guy! But no she just had to act all snappy and rude to him and she was glad she never had to see him again. Gotham was a big city and what were the chances she would see him again after all.Â
Stompp just thought she did the right thing telling the guy off. Of course, the most aggressive of the kwami would be telling her that. She really should try wearing Daizziâs miraculous one of these days. Not that it was going to help her racing heart whenever she thought of him.
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Despite what everyone, including sometimes his own family thought, Damian did care for his family. That included his siblings.Â
Which is why he was here, with Jason Todd of all people, trying to get Tim Drake to come home and take a nap. They had a mandatory gala to attend on the weekend and Bruce didnât want Tim Drake acting like a zombie for it.Â
Damian was trying to do his job and get Tim Drake home while Jason Todd thought it would be funny to tease the both of them.Â
This may or may not have resulted in him saying some not appropriate things to Jason Todd resulting in Jason Todd shoving him resulting in him accidentally knocking down someone. He fully blames Jason Todd.Â
He looked down at the girl he had knocked down and the first thought that came to him was âFuck, sheâs prettyâ. Where the hell did that come from? This thought almost drowned out Jason Toddâs âGood going Demon Spawn!â Keyword, almost, he definitely was going to maim Jason Todd later.Â
Looking back at the girl with gorgeous blue eyes, adorable freckles and was that a nose ring he offered her his hand to help her up, doing his best to ignore those that were whispering around them.
Much to his and heâs pretty sure his brotherâs surprise, she gave him a glare that could rival the batglare and completely ignored his hand when getting herself off the ground.Â
Then another shocker was when she shouted at him, âDude watch where youâre going next time!â The whole place went quiet at that, she had just yelled at the Ice Prince.Â
It took him a minute to compose himself as he tried to apologize only to be cut off, âLook Iâm sorry, I-âÂ
âYouâre sorry. Yeah, apology not accepted.â And with that final statement she grabbed the lid that had fallen off her cup, smashed said cup before throwing both things in a trash can as she walked out. Woah that was hot Shut Up Brain!Â
âWhat just happened?â Tim Drake questioned.Â
âDemon Spawn just pissed off a girl. Tried to apologize to her and she rejected his apology.â Jason Todd laughed.Â
âShut up Todd!â Damian snapped, âLet us just get Drake back to the manor.âÂ
âYeah, yeah, on it Demon.â Jason Todd said before throwing Tim Drake over his shoulder and walking out the door. Damian kept his head down as he followed them.Â
Later he would think about the girl with blue eyes, freckles, and a nose ring and would not be able to stop his racing heart. Or his siblings teasing after Jason Todd told them the story of the girl who rejected him after he had bumped into her. And it wasnât like he was ever going to see her again.
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Those that were in the coffee shop would have a story to tell their friends. The Ice Prince of Gotham bumped into a girl, tried to apologize to said girl and she didnât accept his apology. Or try to flirt with him or sue him. And none of them had gotten it on video.Â
Who knows? Maybe heâll get a second chance at a first impression. *wink wink nudge nudge*
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Me not so subtly saying there will be a part 2. Again sorry for posting so late, procrastination is my best friend these days.Â
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Taking Chances Chapter Seven: Trying for Normal (Gifts)
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âYou can not honestly tell me you are thinking of announcing that girl as your daughter.â Damian says, his scowl deeper than Dick had seen it in a while.
ââThat girlâ has a name, Little D. Plus sheâs your sister.â Dick says, resisting the urge to nudge him. They had gotten to the point where a small nudge wasnât a death sentence, but Damian was on edge. And a small nudge would probably not be appreciated.
âI do not care what her name is, Grayson. Since coming to Gotham she has been involved in two separate Rogue attacks. She is suspicious at best, and a nuisance at worst.â He replies, crossing his arms.
âEnough, Damian. Marinette is not a nuisance. She simply has bad luck.â Bruce says, obviously trying to defend his daughter.
âAnd poor self-preservation skills. Talking back to the Joker? Snarking the Riddler? For an individual with no combat training, she gets much too involved in attacks. It is idiotic.â Damian argues, shaking his head.
âIt might have something to do with the Paris situation. She said sheâs been at attacks before, so she must have some experience with villains. And from what I read on the Ladyblog, none of the damage in Paris lasts. She just may not realize how dangerous it is for her to do here what she would do in Paris. We just need to warn her, or, at least remind her, that Gotham is a dangerous place.â Dick says, thinking back to her reaction to the Riddler and the Joker. She was definitely more tense with the Joker, despite the fact that both villains had arrived with armed goons. Maybe she thought the Riddler was less likely to kill someone, not true. Or maybe she- Dick frowns as he remembers a key difference between the attacks.
âI just realized something.â He says with a frown.
âCare to share with the rest of the room, Dickiebird?â Jason asks, strolling in and flopping onto a chair.
âShe was more tense at the attack with the Joker, she seemed to understand that it was a dangerous situation. Sure, she talked back to him, but she didnât try to fight back or anything. But at the attack with the Riddler, he wasnât even targeting her at first. He was targeting the boy sheâd been talking to. And she was more reckless, and then she fought back. She fought well, but it was still super dangerous.â Dick rambles, pacing as he explains the predicament.
âIs there a point to this? I feel like I walked in at the wrong time.â Jason calls out from his chair, feet propped up on the table in front of him.
âMy point, Jay, is that Marinette has a crush.â Dick says, shuddering at the word like itâs something disgusting. (It is, his sister is too young for crushes and boyfriends).
âIs that why she ran off with him right after the attack?â Jason asks with a smirk. Dick feels his eyes practically shoot out of his head.
âShe what!?â He yells, running over to the Batcomputer to look at the security footage from the wax museum. Spots that were targeted frequently, like the wax museum, had their security footage directly linked to the Batcave. Just in case of an emergency or in case an attack happened and they needed an extra set of eyes.
âIâm sure she didnât do anything that you wouldnât do.â Jason teases, and Dick pales.
âShut up, Jason!â He moans, his typing turning frantic as he scrolls through the dayâs footage. He stops when he gets to the moments after the battle. When the phones of the French students had all gone off. Frowning, he watches as his sister runs up to the boy and grabs his hand, leaning in and whispering to each other before the two run out of the room. Towards the bathrooms. Oh hell no. Dick scrolls forwards, frowning when they donât come out in five minutes. Or ten minutes. Huffing, he switches to the cameras aimed at the exits. Surely one of the cameras had to catch the pair leaving the museum. He rewinds it and watches, but...thereâs nothing. They donât leave the bathrooms and they donât leave the museum. For the rest of the day.
âHas anyone been in contact with her since the attack?â Bruce asks from right beside him, making him jump out of his seat with a yelp.
âI donât even have her number.â Dick says, resisting the urge to glare at his adoptive father. He mightâve had Marinetteâs number had Bruce actually acted like he wanted her to be there for dinner the other day. Instead, he practically ignored her and she left. And now she was missing. Definitely missing, because she never came out of the bathroom at the museum.
âHello, Marinette? Yes, I apologize for calling so suddenly. I was- yes. Yes, I did hear about the attackâŚ.yes, that was part of the reason I was calling. I was wondering if you would like to come to dinner at the manor. You could bring your friend, Adrien Agreste, I believe was his name. Of course. Yes. Oh no, Iâll send a car. No, no I assure you it- Marinette please. Taxis arenât always safe after dark. Thank you. Yes, I- weâll see you then. Goodbye.â Bruce hangs up, and Dick looks at him, raising an eyebrow.
âJust gonna suddenly invite her and her boy toy to dinner, B? Whatâre you gonna do, interrogate them?â He asks frowning.
âThatâs the second time that Marinette has ran off after that alarm. Iâve seen videos of the situation in Paris and Iâm concerned. Now go upstairs and act normal. I want all of you on your best behaviors at dinner. Damian, better than best please. No weapons.â Bruce directs before leaving the room, presumably to ask Alfred to pick up Marinette. Dick sighs and looks at his brothers.
âWell this isnât going to be a disaster or anything.â He says. --- âTikki this is going to be a disaster!â Marinette whines, throwing herself face first onto the bed. She tries to ignore Tikkiâs amused giggle. This was not funny. This was dinner with her family that she hadnât made a great impression on the first time. And Adrien was invited, and she wasnât sure where the two stood but she was sure that if Dick was at dinner, he would just push Adrien farther away from her.
âI could practically hear your suffering from Adrienâs room, pigtails.â Plagg says, making Marinette sit up and glare at the Kwami.
âAre you just here to mock me?â She asks, pouting. He snorts.
âNo, Iâm here to tell you the kidâs on his way over here. I told him you were panicking and he practically ran out his door.â Plagg says with a chuckle. Rapid knocking on the door makes him laugh more before dropping onto the bed next to Tikki. Marinette sighs, rolling off the bed and pulling the door open, jumping forward in time to catch Adrien before he completely falls to the ground.
âAre you okay? Plagg said you were panicking, did something happen?â He asks quickly, looking her up and down. Marinette blinks, slightly taken aback by his sudden concern. It was nice, but still a lot all at once. Shaking her head, she gestures for him to come in and shuts the door behind him. Walking back over to the bed, she once again face plants and groans.
âSheâs nervous because Mr. Wayne invited the two of you to dinner.â Tikki chirps, giggling when Marinette lifts her head up enough to glare at her.
âTraitor.â She says, dropping her head back down.
âIf you donât want me to go with Marinette, I wonât.â Adrien says. Marinette immediately jumps up, shaking her head rapidly.
âNo, no thatâs not what I meant. I just- Iâm nervous about actually sitting through a dinner with them. And Iâm pretty sure Dick will try and sit between us and glare at you like he did at the museum.â She admits, cursing the way her cheeks heat up. Adrien raises an eyebrow.
âHe was glaring at me?â He asks, utter confusion on his face. Marinette groans, dropping her head into her hands.
âSometimes your obliviousness is cute-â
âYou think Iâm cute!â
âBut right now, itâs kinda making me want to scream into my pillow.â Marinette admits, giving him her signature ânot amusedâ look. A look she usually saves for when Chat Noir is making a pun.
âWait, why wouldnât Dick like me?â Adrien asks, thankfully stuck on that now instead of the fact that she thinks heâs cute.
âUm, maybe because we were holding hands? Did you really not notice how he kept standing in between us the entire time we were at the museum?â Marinette asks, suddenly unsure if sheâd imagined the whole thing.
âOh no, I did. I just didnât think it meant he didnât like me. Iâve never really dealt with siblings before. I mean, Iâve met Ninoâs little brother but...thatâs about it.â Adrien says, nervously rubbing the back of his neck. Marinette sighs, grinning softly.
âI donât really have a lot of experience either, so maybe I was just imagining things.â She admits. Adrienâs shoulders instantly relax and she smiles. Maybe this wouldnât be so bad.
âSo, did you want me to come with?â He asks after a moment of silence. Marinette nods, agreeing immediately.
âPlease. I donât think I can go back there alone, not yet anyway.â
âOf course, Mari. Now, whatâre you wearing?â --- The ride to Wayne Manor wasnât as quiet as her first, with Adrien making quiet jokes and saying things to try and help keep Marinette out of her head. She was thankful that he had come with, because she was definitely going to need the emotional support to get through dinner. The car stops and Marinette sucks in a deep breath. Smoothing out her skirt nervously, Marinette glances at the small, neatly wrapped package sitting between her and Adrien. It was something she had started back when she first found out she was adopted. And that her parents didnât know her bio dad. A scrapbook with copies of everything important from her life: baby pictures, school pictures, birth announcement, report cards, clippings from newspapers where she had won or placed in contests, pictures of her early designs and recent designs, pictures of certificates and trophies from various competitions and activities. Basically a road map of her life to be given to her bio dad so that he could get to know her. Sheâd written her name on the front page, with the words âdaughter of Bruce Wayne and Bridgette Leâ underneath. A sort of amendment to her birth announcement which listed her as the daughter of Tom and Sabine Dupain Cheng. And while she definitely was their daughter, she also wanted Mr. Wayne to know that she wanted to be his daughter too. Not just by blood, which isnât the important part. No, she wanted to get to know him and for him to get to know her. Pushing down the intruding thoughts insisting that it was too soon and that he didnât want her in the first place, she opens the car door and steps out, clutching the package to her chest like a safety blanket.
âWould you like me to take that for you, Miss Marinette?â Alfred asks, glancing at the package.
âOh, no thank you Alfred. Itâs for my da- er, um, Mr. Wayne. I can hang onto it.â She says with a bright smile. She could do this. Sure, it didnât go great the last time she was here. And she was pretty sure Mr. Wayneâs youngest son could kill her and wanted to kill her. But it was fine. Everything is fine. Walking through the front door, her shoulders relax slightly when she sees Dick is the only one standing there waiting for them.
âMarinette! He cheers, rushing forward and picking her up in a hug. As in, legitimately picking her up. Okay then.
âGood to see you too.â She says, trying not to show that heâs literally suffocating her with the hug.
âGood to see you again, Dick!â Adrien says cheerfully. Marinette feels Dick tense before setting her down, his smile less bright as he looks at Adrien.
âAnd you. Adrien, right?â He asks, sticking his hand out for a handshake.
âYup!â Adrien says cheerfully. Marinette watches cautiously, noticing that Dick seems to be squeezing a little too hardâŚ.and then Adrien appears to match his strength, if the look on Dickâs face is anything to go by. Marinette coughs to hide a snort, her face heating up as both boys turn to look at her.
âUh, is it just you and Mr. Wayne tonight?â Marinette asks, choosing to ignore their awkward handshake.
âNope! Itâs me and Bruce and Alfred, of course, and Jay and Tim and Damian and Cass. Stephâs not in town and Babs is having dinner with her dad.â Dick says, and Marinetteâs eyes widen. There were a lot more people in her bio dadâs family than she thought. She knew about the boys, but she hadnât seen anything about Cass, Steph or âBabsâ.
âI didnât realize I had sisters too.â She says instead of voicing her insecurities. Before she only had the boys to measure up against, now she had three girls too?
âWell, the only official sister is Cass. Steph used to date Tim and she just kinda stuck around. Sheâs practically family at this point. And Babs and I used to date, but again, she stuck around after and now sheâs practically family.â Dick explains with a grin and a shrug. Cause having your exes around isnât awkward. Or, maybe it isnât. She doesnât have any exes to compare it to. Just as she starts to get lost in her thoughts, she feels Adrien brush against her gently. Reminding her that heâs there, for her, giving her the strength she needs to follow Dick into the living room. Where everyone else was sitting. Oh boy.
âMarinette, so glad you could join us. And Mr. Agreste, nice to see you again.â Bruce says, standing from his spot and moving to shake Adrienâs hand.
âYou as well, M. Wayne. And please, call me Adrien. Mr. Agreste is my father.â He says, and Marinette can just barely see his wince. His father always had been his least favorite subject, no matter how much or how little they spoke of him.
âThanks for inviting us.â Marinette says, moving the package so that sheâs no longer clutching it like a lifeline. Holding it out to Mr. Wayne, she laughs at his confused face. âItâs a present.â She adds.
âOh, well, thank you.â He says, his face unreadable. Marinette shifts her weight, glancing between him and the package, waiting for him to open it. Or properly introduce her to the rest of the family. Either option would work at this point. Glancing at Dick, she sighs in relief when he claps. At least someone was going to make the first move.
âRight, so I donât think you got the chance to meet Jason and Damian properly when you were here the other day.â Dick says, tugging her around a still frozen Bruce in front of the two boys from the other day.
âNo, I didnât. Hi, Iâm Marinette.â She says, smiling and holding out a hand to Damian first. He tuts and turns away, making Marinetteâs smile fall slightly before she turns to Jason. Jason grins and shakes her hand.
âWelcome to the family, kid.â He says, before whistling. âYou didnât get Bâs height, thatâs for sure.â He teases, Marinette snorts, her smile turning into a teasing smirk.
âHey, donât count me out for my height. Ever heard the phrase, small but mighty?â She asks, crossing her arms. Jason snorts, reaching out and messing up her hair.
âWhatever you say, Pixie Pop.â He replies. She rolls her eyes and turns to the other two siblings she hadnât met.
âHi, you must be Tim and Cass.â She says, smiling at both of them. Tim nods, his hand twitching towards his pocket. Marinette tries not to laugh, having seen Max do the same thing when he had to socialize for any amount of time. The boy was always far more comfortable with his phone in his hand, even if he wasnât actually looking at it. Cass smiles, and Marinette notices her hands moving. âSorry, could you repeat that, I wasnât watching closely.â She says. Cassâ smile widens and she nods before starting over.
âWelcome to family. Nice to meet you.â Cass signs, making Marinette beam.
âItâs nice to meet you too.â She says, eyes widening when she realizes she left Adrien alone with a frozen Mr. Wayne. Whirling around, she moved back to Adrien and tugged him forward, rolling her eyes at his surprised yelp. Honestly, he should expect this by now.
âGeeze, Princess. Give a man a warning.â He says, adjusting his shirt that sheâd accidentally messed up.
âSorry k- Adrien. Sorry. Anyway, uh, everyone this is my friend Adrien Agreste. Adrien this is Jason, Damian, Tim, Cass and you already know Dick.â Marinette introduces, gesturing to each of her new siblings. Adrien shoots a wide smile, not quite his model smile but also not quite a real one.
âNice to meet you all.â He says.
âMarinette, I apologize. Did you want me to open this now?â Mr. Wayne asks suddenly. She turns and raises an eyebrow at his unreadable expression and the way he holds onto the present like he doesnât know what to expect. Which is fair, considering theyâd only met in person the day before.
âOh, um, if you want to. Itâs nothing big.â She says, watching nervously as he nods and unwraps it. His eyebrows twitch together as he looks at the book, obviously not yet understanding.
âOpen it, B.â Dick whispers, clearly understanding the gift more than their father. Mr. Wayne nods and opens it, his unreadable expression falling into one that she...still canât read. But itâs not emotionless anymore. As he flips through the book, a small smile creeps its way onto his face and Marinette almost cheers. Thatâs the most sincere look sheâd ever seen on the man.
âDid you put all this together?â He asks, glancing up from the book to look at her. Marinette nods.
âWhen I found out I was adopted, I wanted to have something to give my bio dad. So that even if he didnât want to see me in person, he could get to know me. When I found out youâre my, um, dad, I added some personal touches.â She says.
âAnd I can keep this?â He asks, and Marinetteâs shocked that he sounds almost scared. As if he thinks sheâll say no and take everything back. She smiles.
âOf course. My Maman and Papa already have those pictures. These are all yours.â She says.
âThank you, Marinette. I- This is an amazing gift.â He says. Marinetteâs smile widens and her shoulders sag in relief. Maybe tonight wouldnât be a disaster after all.
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She only lasts a few weeks before caving and telling her brother that sheâs Ladybug.
The Guardian â Fu is his name â was vehemently against revealing her identity again, already annoyed that sheâd told Jason. Privately, Marinette thinks that Fu can âgo fuck himselfâ, and maybe Jason would have said it out loud, but she does not.
Instead, she ignores his wishes and tells Tim anyway.
To his credit, her brother isnât even surprised. He just quirks a smile during their scheduled video call and says in a light voice, âI guess it runs in the family, then, doesnât it?â
Marinette is inclined to agree. After all, what are the odds that both of them ended up being protectors of two cities?
.o0o.
A week later, Tim calls her to confirm Marinetteâs suspicions that Gabriel Agreste is Hawkmoth.
âHeâs slippery. Paid to have all the security cameras around his home removed, but I traced akuma sightings on social media and marked them on a map and what do you know, his house was right in the center of the circle. I also checked out the property. He literally has a butterfly window, Mari. Everything in his house is butterfly patterned. It checks out.â
âThank you, Tim-Tam. Iâll take care of it from here,â Marinette says. Her mind is already working, forming a plan to take Gabriel down. Permanently.
It has to be public. The city wouldnât believe it otherwise, and some are already accusing Ladybug and Chat Noir of creating the akumas themselves so that they can make themselves look good by defeating them.
Exposing Gabriel as Hawkmoth would cause the downfall of his company and result in the loss of thousands of jobs, but Audrey Bourgeois had a Parisian branch of Style Queen that was still fairly new and looking for employees, and she knows that Audrey would most likely hire all of Gabrielâs employees out of spite.
âAre you sure you donât want us to help?â her brother asks. âYou donât have to do this alone, you know.â
She knows. She wants so, so badly not to do it alone, to have her brother by her side as she faces down a magic user that could turn her into a puppet in the blink of an eye if she allowed herself to feel just a little bit too much, but she canât bring him into this. Canât bring anyone else into this. Tim already spends his nights stopping rapists and murderers and seeing all the horrors that Gotham has to offer. He doesnât need to see what Paris throws at its people as well.
âItâs a miraculous matter, Tim-Tam,â Marinette says instead of voicing any of those thoughts. âBesides, bringing anyone else in puts them at risk of akumatization. Itâs best to keep as few people involved as possible.â
âOkay then,â Tim responds, not fully managing to hide the disappointment and apprehension in his voice. âGood luck, Mari.â
The corners of her lips twitch upwards in a tiny smile. âI am the living embodiment of good luck, Tim-Tam. It will be alright.â
.o0o.
It is easy to poke and prod at Gabrielâs ego until he thoughtlessly lunges, crashing through his own window onto the street below when she dances out of his way.
Ladybug follows, dropping and rolling with a familiarity that comes from being forced to do that same motion countless times, and she toys with him, dodging, ducking, but never really attacking, until the news helicopters start circling overhead.
Chat Noir arrives just as she sweeps Gabrielâs legs out from underneath him, and he doesnât quite manage to stifle his gasp of horror, all irritation at Ladybug for taking Hawkmoth down without him forgotten when he sees who is underneath the mask.
Ladybug may find Chat Noir (Adrien Agreste, she reminds herself,) a nuisance at best, but she is not heartless. She knows what itâs like, to want to believe that oneâs parents are good people. She knows what itâs like when that illusion one tries so hard to maintain finally shatters, and itâs something that nobody deserves to experience.
Chatâs face hardens as Ladybug starts murmuring words in an ancient tongue underneath her breath, casting a spell on his father, who gave up the fight as soon as the butterfly was removed from his hands, to ensure that Gabriel will never be able to touch another miraculous again. He wonât be able to exist within three feet of one.
Itâs a good thing she chooses that spell too, because it protects Gabriel from his sonâs wrath.
As the authorities are cuffing his hands behind his back, something cold settles in Chat Noirâs eyes as he calls up a Cataclysm and lunges at his father, the clawed hand rippling with dark magic outstretched, ready to disintegrate a living, breathing human being.
Gabriel is yanked backward by an invisible force, pulled out of harmâs way, and Chatâs Cataclysm lands on a chunk of debris instead. The Black Cat is held back by his partner before he can try something else.
âChat,â Ladybug hisses, as he struggles in her hold, still trying to go after his father, who is being put away into a police car. âItâs done. Itâs over. He wonât hurt anyone ever again, and the justice system will deal with it.â
Chat Noir slowly starts to resist less and less at her words, and she takes that as a cue to continue. âIt feels anticlimactic, and I know you want to do more. You think we should do more than just let them take him away, because youâve been fighting on the front lines of this battle since the beginning. But our part is over. Our duty has been fulfilled. He wonât be acquitted, if thatâs any consolation. There are mountains of evidence against him.â
Her partner turns around, suddenly, and buries his face into her shoulder as his body jerks with what she realizes are sobs. Heâs crying,Ladybug realizes. Heâs crying for his father. For who he thought his father was.
When was the last time she cried for one of her parents?
Ladybug reaches a hand up and awkwardly pats Chat Noir on the back for a moment before she spots the reporters.
âLetâs take this to our usual meeting spot,â she whispers to her partner, and he nods, composing himself in an instant. Janet would have liked Adrien, she thinks. Gabrielâs parenting style was evidently similar to how Marinette had grown up.
Five minutes later, theyâre standing on the Eiffel Tower, overlooking the city theyâd sacrificed so much to protect.
âThis is it, isnât it?â Chat Noir asks, turning to her. âThis is the end? Thereâs no use for us anymore.â
Ladybug inhales slowly, taking in the view from above one last time and committing it to memory. Not that she needs to â her eidetic memory ensures that sheâll never forget. Itâs for the sentiment, she supposes.
âYes,â she murmurs. âWe have to give them back now. Say goodbye to our kwamis.â Sheâll miss Tikkiâs company, she thinks, but not as much as she misses Jasonâs. The kwami was sweet, yes, but she didnât understand Marinetteâs need to do something other than being Ladybug.
âWhere do we even return them to?â Chat questions, and then she remembers that heâd never been told of the Guardianâs existence.
Ladybug unhooks her yoyo from her side, tossing it up and down one last time as she prepares to swing. âFollow me,â she says, and then she throws the yoyo and leaps off the side of the Tower.
.o0o.
Fuâs massage parlor is just as inconspicuous as ever, and somehow, no one is walking along the street when Ladybug and Chat Noir enter.
The Guardian has been expecting them â there are three cups of tea sitting on the table in front of him.
âLadybug, Chat Noir, please sit,â he says in his wheezy voice. They oblige, but the tea remains untouched on the table.
âChat Noir, it is time to return your miraculous,â Fu states, and the two of them stiffen, immediately picking out whatâs wrong with that sentence.
âWhy am I not included?â Ladybug inquires, her polite tone holding an undercurrent of danger. âThere cannot be a Ladybug without a Black Cat.â
âWell, you see, you wonât be using the Ladybug,â the Guardian explains with a slightly condescending look on his face. âBut there can only be one Guardian, and Iâve chosen you to be my successor.â
The sound of Ladybugâs palms slamming on the table makes the other two people in the room jump. âAbsolutely not,â she declares as she stands up. âI did not agree to become the Guardian. This has never been discussed.â
Fu looks up at her with confused eyes. âBut you became a candidate when you agreed to put on the earrings, and Chat Noir is simply not fit for the job.â Out of the corner of her eye, she sees Chat Noir wince, but he does not disagree.
âI put on the earrings because people were dying,â Ladybug growls. âBecause this city needed something, someone, to look up to, and there was no other viable option. The Guardian is never in the light. They spend the rest of their extended lives hiding in the shadows to protect a box of magical jewelry. The Guardian is not a symbol of hope, because nobody knows the Guardian exists. I put on the earrings to be a symbol of hope, not because I wanted to, but because people needed one. The people donât need one anymore, and I donât want to continue doing this.â
âI was fighting a war, Fu,â she spits, furious words laced with venom. âI was fighting a war with one ally by my side and we were both children. Now that the war is over, I am no longer needed, so I am leaving. I want the shreds of innocence I had before this war back, but that is not possible, so I can at least try to move on from this instead. Let me move on.â
Without warning, she reaches up and carefully takes the earrings out of her ears. She would have loved to rip them off in one swift movement, but earrings were not that type of jewelry. The Ladybug suit disappears in a flash of pink, and then she is Marinette again, standing in a massage parlor with a pair of red-and-black earrings in her hand and two sets of wide eyes fixed on her.
âMarinette,â Chat Noir breathes. âOh my god, I⌠Iâm so sorry.â
Marinette drops the earrings on the table in front of them. âAre you sorry for being an ass, or just sorry because the person you convinced yourself you were in love with was an illusion?â she asks, not looking at anyone or anything in particular as she pivots on her heel and strides for the exit.
When she reaches the doorway, however, she pauses, eyes still fixed straight ahead of her. âOh, and Adrien?â she calls, eliciting two identical noises of surprise. âFor what itâs worth, Iâm sorry too. About your father, of course.â
Then she opens the door and walks through, never once looking back as she sees the city that once weighed so heavily on her shoulders from the ground looking up, instead of from above, gazing down.
.o0o.
Sheâd spent some time wondering how she was going to adjust to life in Paris after that, knowing what she knew about Adrien and Gabriel and what Adrien knew about her.
As it turns out, she only has to go through one week of feeling Adrienâs green eyes on her at every available moment in class and going out of her way to avoid him, because her mother dies.
Itâs surprisingly anticlimactic.
Janet Drake was always such a formidable woman. Her mere presence in a room could make grown men cower. To Marinette, she seemed almost invincible â always superior to everyone else, untouchable as she lashed out with quick with and a sharp tongue and long nails digging into her childrenâs shoulders. If there were ever any cracks in Janetâs façade, if it even wasa façade, sheâd never seen one.
And yet, in the end, it turned out that she wasnât untouchable after all. Sheâd died because she drank poisoned water out of desperation, even as Batman was right there. Batman had arrived to save them, he had freed them from their bonds, and the first thing they did was drink water poisoned with nerve toxin. Jack had survived, though he was in a coma and paralyzed.
Janet did not.
And that was it. That was the end of a woman that had dominated Marinetteâs life for so long, a woman whose voice still hissed and lingered in her mind, reminding her to sit still and be silent and never, ever let your emotions show on your face.
Tim â heâd never had that mindset thrust upon him as forcefully as she did. After all, Tim had a father that didnât despise him for his gender. Jack took charge of molding the son, and so Tim is crying, when he tells her all of this. He thinks heâs being subtle, but sheâs his sister. She knows better.
Marinette didnât care for her mother much, but she supposes she could give the dead at least some modicum of respect.
So as she packs her bags and books the next available flight to Gotham City, Marinette honors her motherâs wishes and does not shed a single tear for Janet Lynn Drake.
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The Importance of the Black Cat
Adrien has a lot on his mind - concerns, questions, doubts. And right now, he has only one being to confide in. There is not enough cheese in the world to make Plagg want to handle this situation, but his holder needs him, and he knows two things with certainty: his very important place in the world, and that no one hurts his kitten. Not if he has anything to say about it.
Read it on Ao3 here.
The Camembert he holds in his paws is aged beautifully, gooey and perfectly pungent. He knows it was expensive, purchased with his holderâs allowance, and therefore tries to at least do the kid the honor of enjoying it. But as he mulls over the dayâs events, the first few bites sit like a brick in his tiny stomach.
Tonight, Plagg eats his cheese for sustenance only. Itâs hard to find the usual joy when his holder hasnât spoken since they arrived home.
The light in the closet switches off as Adrien shuffles out into the bedroom, dressed for bed in black pajama pants and an old white t-shirt. The departure from his usual red and black spotted look doesnât escape Plaggâs notice, but he chooses not to comment.
Plagg discovered long ago that his devotion to his holders is inversely proportional to his ability to counsel them. He knows heâs not good at advice beyond cheese and chaos. He wasnât made for emotions and heartfelt chats.
A sure and confident holder didnât usually open his heart or seek his kwamiâs counsel, and Plagg liked that. They did their jobs, they shared their lives, but they didnât share their hearts. They didnât need to, because his holder needed his power more than his presence.
But once in a while, heâd materialize in front of a human whose eyes shone with innocent kindness, and he knew immediately that they would need him. If heâs honest, Plagg will admit that these are the best wielders of destruction. Itâs all about intention, after all, and a pure heart rarely destroys with disregard. These holders, however, always seemed to come with a price - they saw their kwami as less of a means to an end and more of a friend.
He loved these holders. He would level cities and wipe out species for them. But oh, did he ever dread having to talk to them. Really, really talk.
Plagg knows his kitten will break the silence soon. Itâs only a matter of time. He isnât sure if it will be to talk about being stuck in the elevator with his very good friend, a monologue that will no doubt be punctuated by sighs and soft eyes that will be quickly denied if his kwami points them out.
One undeniable fact from the day, however, is the racing pulse and rapid breathing of a boy terrified of being locked up and feeling increasingly helpless in the situation. Plagg knows very well that it happened, because he was tucked inside Adrienâs shirt listening to his pounding heart. He hopes his holder doesnât want to talk about that, because itâs way above Plaggâs pay grade.
He also hopes his holder wonât ponder why only he was dragged through the portal to safety, or why Rena Rouge was the one to do it.
Plagg gets down almost two full wedges of cheese before Adrien sits down on the edge of his bed with a heavy sigh.
âHey, Plagg?â His voice is quiet but doesnât betray any emotion yet. Thatâs actually more worrying.
Steeling himself, Plagg swallows the last big bite of cheese and zips from the desk to perch on top of the globe, facing his holder. âWhatâs up?â
He heaves another sigh before looking up into Plaggâs eyes, emotions still unreadable.
âHow important is the black cat?â
Oh. A wave of relief makes Plaggâs whiskers perk up. The question is unexpected but definitely not unwelcome. Heâs lousy with advice but an expert at talking about himself.
He puffs up his tiny chest and grins a fanged grin. âOnly the most important, kid! Everything has to end sometime - except me, of course, but,â he shrugs, âwe canât all be perfect.â He hopes that will garner a smile, but realizes a moment too late that heâd started his speech talking about death to a boy who lost his mother at thirteen. Oh no, he thinks, panicking. Heâs bad at this, too.
He barrels on. âI mean, creation is nothing without destruction. The very concepts go together, always. Can you imagine a world where flowers never wilt and people never die?â Adrienâs eyes widen and his brows furrow. Shit, Plagg thinks. I did it again.
âPlagg, that sounds...really nice, actually.â
He shakes his head. He can get this back on track. Heâll fall back on pragmatism like always. âIt does, but thatâs not how the world works. Your planet canât sustain an expanding and eternal population. Everything grows and lives and dies and starts over again. Everything has a beginning and an end.â Plaggâs eyes shine with pride. âOnly I, and my very lucky holders, get to harness that inevitability into a real power, and use it for good. Tikki and her bugs can create, but we destroy,â he pitches his voice lower, his tone serious, âso they can create again.â
Adrienâs eyes are still wide, but Plagg sees wonder and a bit of pride there. He lets his tiny shoulders relax.
âI never thought of it that way. You really are amazing, buddy.â He reaches out to scratch Plagg behind the ears with a soft smile that his kwami would see doesnât reach his eyes if his own werenât closed with pride and delight.
The hand retreats, and Plagg opens his eyes just to watch Adrienâs face fall.
âBut I meant...how important is the black cat to the ladybug?â
"How...what?" Plagg splutters, taken aback. "I just told you, kid. Every beginning has an end. Creation and destruction are perfectly equal. You don't want to know what happens when they're not."
Adrien's eyes snap to his, clearly on the edge of a dawning horror. Oh no. Not again.
Plagg waves his paws. "What I mean is, you need each other. Tikki is never activated without me, and I'm never called up without her. We're two halves of a whole. You've never seen the inside of the miracle box," he scowls, "which is bullshit, by the way, but if you did, you'd see that the center is a circle, split perfectly in two. Tikki and I go together, and so do you and Ladybug. You can do this without each other, but you're not meant to."
Adrien's shoulders droop. "Yeah, I know she can win a fight without me. She's had to do it before." He sighs. "A lot."
"Sure," Plagg agrees, and can't resist adding, "but she wouldn't need to if you didn't throw yourself in the line of fire every chance you get."
"I have to protect her, Plagg! You know that! Ladybug is more important than me."
"Kid!" Plagg bursts out in frustration, "I don't know how else to tell you this! You. Are. Equal."
âThenâŚâ Adrienâs breath catches and he blinks several times. âThen why doesnât she need me anymore?â
For just a moment, in the time it takes for the words to register and translate and pierce his heart, Plaggâs ire flares white-hot and livid. No one hurts my kitten and gets away with it. But he looks into his holderâs eyes, sad and achingly lonely, and his anger slips away as quickly as it came. Heâll deal with his own feelings on the matter later.
Besides, itâs not Marinetteâs fault. Sheâs doing the best she can. Heâd still relish giving her an earful, but piling on the heartbreaking guilt about his holderâs situation wouldnât really help and might just snap what Tikki has insinuated is a currently-tenuous grasp on stability. Plagg knows sheâs making decisions based on the mentorship of a flawed man, a failed guardian who ran from his mistakes for the better part of two centuries.
Fu never understood Plagg and never tried to. None of the guardians did. Beyond knowing the basics of his power and the importance of the ring of the black cat in relation to the earrings of the ladybug, Fu never saw Plagg as anything more than a liability. Which is honestly fair, but Plagg doesnât have to like it.
He definitely doesnât have to like it when the rules of secrecy leave his kitten in the dark and feeling useless. Especially after what he now suspects from the clues he got today.
He looks into his holder's tear-filled eyes and sees a soft innocence rare among the long line of black cats who've worn the ring. This might just be his most difficult assignment yet, but it's also one of his favorites, and he'll protect his kitten no matter what it takes. Even if it means talking about feelings.
Once his stomach is settled, he's going to eat so much cheese to make up for this.
Plagg takes a deep breath. "Who spotted Optigami in the elevator today?"
Adrien blinks but says nothing.
"Who made sure Ladybug didn't tell her secrets to Truth?" He waits another moment, watching Adrien's blush rise and letting his words sink in. "And who protected her identity when she was hit by Kwamibuster?"
"Okay, butâ"
Plagg steamrolls his holder shamelessly. "You were the key to defeating Gorizilla, Stormy Weather, Lady Wifi. I have a long memory, kid. Do you want me to keep going? Because I haven't even gotten to the times you kept your bug afloat with all those pep talks and disgusting feelings. A nice piece of Brie would've perked her up, but I have to admit that your methods worked, too."
Adrien sniffs and chuckles. "Okay, buddy. I get it." His eyes still betray an ocean of hurt, but Adrien's soft smile seems genuine.
Plagg has never quite understood human emotion, though he's seen it all in his many centuries among humanity. He's also seen the myriad ways humans cover up one emotion with another (and another, and another, and sometimes destructive behaviors and very dark paths). He doesn't much enjoy dealing with human feelings, but he when it comes to masks, he prefers the very stylish ones he manifests on his holders' faces, changing with the times and his whims and his holders' thoughts. It's been a long time since he had a holder whose civilian life necessitated so many different masks. No wonder he eats so much Camembert to recharge - it's exhausting just watching it.
"What I'm saying, kitten...er, kid, is that your bug needs you. Paris needs you. And I know that because creation always needs destruction." He snorts a laugh. "That's a fact that's bigger than both of us."
"Yeah, you're right. I know you're right." Adrien sighs and stands to pull back the covers and turn out the light. He climbs in bed and heaves another sigh as his head hits the pillow. "I just wish she'd let me help her. I...I know she's going through something."
Plagg settles on the pillow next to Adrien's, in the Camembert-infused spot where he sleeps. "Being a guardian kind of sucks. It used to be a whole big thing - years of training and ceremonies and shaving your head in a weird pattern..."
Adrien breathes a laugh in the darkness.
"Did you just imagine your beloved bug with her pigtails cut off and a bald spot shaved into her head?"
"Plagg! How dare you?" comes the reply, but his laughter betrays him. Yeah, he's totally picturing it.
Plagg smiles. "What I mean is, you know her. As much as you can, at least. She's told you over and over how important you are to her. I hear all that mushy crap, you know. I don't think she means to hurt you." A pause. "If she does, she'll regret it," he mutters.
"Please don't threaten my future wife, Plagg."
"Still?"
"Still what?"
Plagg blinks. Adrien blinks, then finally catches up.
"Oh. Well." He takes a deep breath. "I'm...a little upset about some things. But I'm sure we can work it out. People make mistakes. Besides, just because someone hurts you doesn't mean you stop loving them, Plagg."
He wouldn't trade Adrien and his tender heart for the world, but sometimes Plagg wishes he was already a bit more jaded when he slipped the ring on his finger that first day. He doesn't want to witness the moment his holder's gentle spirit is finally crushed by what he knows better than most is a very cruel world.
For a long moment, Plagg considers his answer and finally chooses sarcasm. He shrugs. "You can always just cataclysm their prized possessions. That works, too."
That startles a laugh from his holder, tired and tinged with emotion, but a laugh nonetheless. Plagg considers it a win.
They settle into silence. Adrien's eyes close sleepily. Plagg considers getting another wedge of cheese now that his stomach has calmed down a little, but the thought that this is far from over makes his indigestion flare again. Love is messy and inconvenient, the Cancoillotte cheese of emotions. But, he supposes, looking at his holder in the dark, it's worth the difficulty.
Adrien's eyes open suddenly to meet Plagg's glowing green.
"Thanks for talking to me, buddy. I'm sorry Iâ"
Plagg zips over to his holder before he can finish the sentence, tucking his little body into the crook of Adrien's neck and starting up a loud purr.
"You're welcome. You owe me so much cheese."
Adrien laughs again, and Plagg purrs louder when he reaches up to scratch behind his tiny ears.
"Reblochon again?"
Plagg stifles a laugh at the fact that he has penance cheese for dealing with Adrien's feelings before realizing how sad it is that he...well, has penance cheese for dealing with Adrien's emotions. Someday, when his holder is on his own and out from under the tyrannical rule of his asshole father, Plagg has every intention of cataclysming Gabriel's entire atelier, including his tablet and any backup drives. He dreams about it sometimes. Just watching the world burn. It'll be beautiful.
He sighs wistfully before answering. "I was thinking Ăpoisses."
Adrien groans. "Plagg, no. It's so gross."
"Plagg, yes. Feelings are gross. Cheese is life."
Another sigh. "Fine. I'll order it in the morning."
Silence falls over them again, this time comfortable and warm. When Adrien's breathing evens out, Plagg heads over to the cupboard for a snack. By the time he's eaten two more wedges of Camembert and thought about the whole situation, he's decided to pay Pigtails and his other half a visit. This can't continue. They're all headed for catastrophe, and no one wants to see what he'll do if this breaks his kitten.
He takes a wedge of cheese for the road and heads for the window, but something makes him stop before he phases through. He turns back to look at his sleeping holder. The moonlight shines through the windows, casting shadows like prison bars across the room, across the bed, across his kitten. Plagg thinks suddenly of Adrien waking up alone, his kwami nowhere to be found, and realizes he can't just leave.
He sighs. He's sighed so many times tonight.
Plagg tosses the cheese in the air and catches it expertly, swallowing it in one gulp, then makes his way back to the bed.
Tomorrow, he'll find a way to phase into Pigtails' bag during homeroom for a much-needed discussion with Tikki. He doesn't want to - he really doesn't want to - but Plagg intends to do his part to fix this. Holders like his come once in a very, very long lifetime. Adrien is worth it.
He settles again on his cheese-scented pillow and curls up, wrapping his tail snugly around his body. Soon his purr matches the rhythm of Adrien's quiet breathing, and peace, however temporary, falls gently over the two of them once more.
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Detected
Prompt 4 undercover | stay
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Marinette knew that was an akuma but to keep her undercover identity she would have to be careful. She tried to get back up from where she was awkwardly on top of Jon but another shake caused her to slip back down against him. His hands steadied her with his hands at her hips but as the shaking continued he pulled her closet. He turned so she was situated beside him but used his body to cover her until the shaking stopped.
She was flustered by his closeness but she had to focus. She would need to find a way to get away from Jon so she could transform without him suspecting. They stood and looked around. She didn't know if she should risk heading down to her room and possibly getting trapped or trying to climb down outside. More shaking left them with only the outside as a possible escape route.
More intense tremors shifted the angle of the roof. Her bed and ladder crashed down inside. She likely would have fallen and slid down the sharply angled balcony if Jon hadn't taken hold of her hips and steadied her. She pointed and he seemed to know what she meant without any explanation. They worked together to get to the railing. It wasn't safe but would make an excellent point to springboard to the next roof.
They jumped in sync but they went further and landed softer than was actually possible. Jon was using his flight abilities to get them away more safely but without making it obvious. He was just as much undercover as she was. Marinette led the way to the next jump. She hesitated as another shock shook the building but Jon had seen where she was headed and once again carried them across. The building was still shaking as they landed.
Not just shaking. It was falling. Marinette had twisted slightly when they landed and was out of his grip. She had made it feel like they had slipped apart but she was trying to find a way to get distance from him. She hadn't realized the building would be falling when she had planned that. She didn't have time to worry about the panicked look in his eyes. The building was quickly toppling but she could see how she needed to speed up to jump to the next building.
She sprinted to the edge and jumped against the next building. There was no way to grip it there but that hadn't been her plan. She shoes said against the brick and her fingers dug into the groove to get her just enough of a grip to jump across to the ladder on the next building. The hanging ladder released with her sudden weight and slid her down until she was hanging about 3 meters in the air. She dropped and tucked into a roll to avoid injuring her ankles.
She rushed into the nearest alley and looked around. She was alone so she whispered to Tikki to transform. She had to believe that Jon would be safe on his own. She had a job to do. She ran down the alley towards the sounds of screaming that she was certain was near where she would find the akuma. She turned the corner too quickly and ran right into a person moving the other direction. His hands were at the back of her forearms to steady her once again.
His hands did not immediately release her and neither did his gaze. Ladybug pulled her arms away from him and he released her slowly as if he hadn't realized he was still grasping her. She excused herself and tried to move past her but she froze when he finally found his voice.
"You use magic," he said. "You said you aren't evil like Hawkmoth. You are the opposite. You aren't evil but you use magic to fight him."
"Are you okay, Sir? I think you are confused. You may have been hit by the akuma." Ladybug replied.
"You know I wasn't. I am not confused. Everything suddenly makes sense."
"Right. I need to go."
She swung her yoyo up to the tallest stable building. Before she could swing away he put a hand on her arm. She paused and looked back at him.
"I can help."
"Stay," she said, before swinging away.
She didn't look back to see if he listened. She didn't have the time. She needed to get to where the battle would be and end this. She hadn't even been able to spare a thought for how her parents or his parents had managed as the bakery fell. Maybe he would go back and check on them rather than interfering with the akuma. That thought gave her comfort even though she knew that everything would be reversed when the battle ended. She didn't know what power they were facing and didn't want to risk him being turned by whatever power Hawkmoth had granted his victim.
She realized she was arriving at the battle scene when she saw Chat Noir flying towards a building that hadn't fully fallen. She jumped to meet him in midair and sent her yoyo out to pull them both back. She released him mid swing when he extended his staff. She continued on to get a look at what they were dealing with before joining him where he had landed.
"Have we learned anything useful about our opponent today?" she asked.
"No. I was seen and hit as I arrived. That's when I found you."
When they looked back at him he was slamming a comically large lug wrench into the ground causing the tremors they had felt. Still angry, the akuma ran for the building they were on and swung at it. They scattered away as it fell. They landed directly behind him and Chat Noir taunted as they both ducked out of the way.
"I hate to throw a wrench in your plans but you are going to have to try harder."
Ladybug wrapped her yoyo cord around the wrench but his arm swung at her next and sent her flying. She released the weapon and caught herself. Chat Noir had retaliated by whacking the akuma with his staff while Ladybug returned to the action. She called for a lucky charm.
Into her hands fell an overlarge inflatable ring. She threw it and Chat Noir extended his staff into him while the ring arced through the air. As soon as it went over his head she used her yoyo to pull the auto inflate tag. She sent her yoyo right back for the wrench and tossed it right to Chat Noir who had activated his cataclysm in anticipation.
She tossed the item in the air, cleansed the akuma, and called out the "miraculous ladybug". She left the rest of the clean up with Chat, not even bothering to find out what had caused the akuma. She just quickly told him that she had been with people in a building as it fell down and they would be looking for her. She swung back without waiting for a response.
She managed to get back near where she was within a minute of the ladybugs righting everything. Jon and both sets of parents were there. Her parents rushed to her when they saw her.
"I told them I had seen you safely on the ground," he said. "but that you had just stayed with a couple children who were separated from their parents."
She looked over at him from her parents' embrace. He knew her secret but he was keeping it. At least from her parents. That would have to be enough for now.
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