#bestie i have no idea how this happened i just sat there thinking about transformers then i blinked and now i'm thinking about tfa soundwav

[whatudottu]

Because I've been steamrolled by another character to hyperfixate on completely out of the blue, I feel the need to talk about TFA Soundwave and his siphonophoric ass- yes, I said siphonophore, now read under the cut to find out more-!

Aside from me now suddenly getting attached to another minor character (not as fucked over as Skyke but an extra episode is STILL just 2 total episodes), I caught the curiosity bug and looked a little deeper into this bastard, and here I am sharing it.

As a refresh, Soundwave in TFA was a 'gift' for Sari with the actual motivation to be used as Megatron's new body; the method to do so being the Key and the Allspark energy it uses. Now, in terms of all the Earth sparked cybertronians (not to be confused with Earthspark), you can probably pit the two types of mecha into 'Key-born' and 'shard-born'. You get the Dinobots as the first Earth cybertronians firmly in the 'key-born' category and the Constructicons (+plus unrelated Wreck-Gar) in 'shard-born', and considering the methodology used to make Soundwave- well- SOUNDWAVE was the Key, you'd also think that he'd also be as such fitting in with 'robots Sari tampered with and Megan profited off of'.

Well- to say that Soundwave's transformation from simple Earth music bot to fully forged and sparked cybertronian was actually complete would be - perhaps - a lie.

Megatron had originally wanted Soundwave to at the very least stick around Sari long enough to fully upgrade into his new body, his cybertronian body fueled on by the Key and it's Allspark energy, and to probably remain under his command just long enough for a transfer of some sort. It is Soundwave's act of defiance, a shock to even Megan, that cut the ties between the full frame upgrade and the actual upgrading of his processor.

It was Soundwave's rebellion against the (presently) organic Sari that prevented him from being 'Key-born'.

That's not to say he isn't sapient, more that it is to say he's significantly more different in comparison to other Earth-born cybertronians.

Soundwave becomes the Soundwave Megatron designed him to be only after making the upgrade himself, with a lot of smaller Detroit robots serving as the materials to build up his frame, himself the personification of the Earth robot revolution. And when he is summarily defeated by Bulkhead (and later by Optimus in 'Human Error') all the parts that were his body shattered into the scrap parts of possessed robots passed their usefulness. All that remained of Soundwave was a little section of his original make that just so happened to be where the Key would be used.

Soundwave became a little cassette.

Bestie I swear to god-

Seeing as how his minicons Laserbeak and Ratbat don't transform into cassettes themselves (bass and keytar respectively), plus are probably part of the 'shard-born' half of Earth cybertronians, I think that it'd be a fucking hilarious reversal if the Cassetticon for the Soundwave fam was SOUNDWAVE HIMSELF! Like, if it ends up that Laserbeak and Ratbat have more cybertronian of a spark than this bitch then his siphonophoric ass has got to find that fucking shard-

And yes, back to siphonophores.

So, I love me some siphonophores, love the bitches that group together to form one being, love me that so much. I think if Soundwave were a siphonophore cybertronian frametype, it would certainly fit with the whole hypocrisy of his mentality, of unleashing a 'robot revolution' by uh... mind controlling robots to be free from their servitude by organic hands.

His spark's in the right place (buried deep within minibots or toy Soundwaves) but perhaps being like a day's worth of being vaguely sapient might kinda skew that revolution to be 'i want you to be free the way I define free' and boop I've made another mind controller a siphonophore eep-! (would be a great time to put in a link, were it not a link to a collab with a friend's deactivated blog and also not even transformers related 😔)

Considering the title of siphonophores in a more general sense are 'colonial species', a Soundwave built up as a colony of robots (so far only Detroit tech robots) and presents himself as this signal for a revolution, I think it's awfully fitting that the mentality of 'be free MY way' could be boiled down to 'be my body'. Because as a cassette - or perhaps more a cassette RECORDER or tape deck - Soundwave literally cannot move and has to rely on his music in order to get anything done, to get others to do the things he needs them to do FOR HIM. To escape from the Autobots a second time he needs Laserbeak - one of the instruments TO HIS VERY MIND CONTROLLING MUSIC - to snatch him out of there to rebuild another day, to gather enough stray robots to become a colonial system of machines in order to function as 'cybertronian'.

I just... think I really like siphonophores, man. I think they're real neat little cities, yeah? And I think Soundwave's network of robotics is just being head by someone who's like... idk give or take a few Earth months/years between Sari's season 1 birthday and Earth's season 3 Christmas old, significantly less than even the youngest of young bots (though Dirtboss and the Luna-born clones are like... the youngest newsparks) and most certainly an age that even humans would find young.

Idk, maybe Soundwave using all this Earth tech is not getting the parts that he actually needs to be actually officially a cybertronian, even if perhaps he remains a siphonophore type frame. Perhaps, with a special delivery from Megan himself all the way from Kaon, a colony of cybertronian made minicons could help connect the missing piece.

Eh, I'm just rambling at this point.

Anyway; *rotates TFA Soundwave in my head* *rotates TFA Soundwave in my head* *rotates TFA Soundw-

[snippychicke]

u asked for kuro ideas to write to riddle me this bestie:

some girl ate a devil fruit that gave her shapeshifting animal abilities so while shes in cat form kuro kinda..... adopts her, as a cat, not knowing.... OOPS THAT CAT IS ALSO HUMAN!

You're the best bestie for coming when I call. 😘 (And I mean, I was the one to pull you into One Piece Fandom anyways)

So here you go!

(Edited Sept. 29-- I needed more of this, so I finished the story. Hints of Spice but nothing to terribly nsfw)

--Set at a random port after the events of Syrup Village

We can all agree Kuro, more likely than not, loves cats.

Like, certified crazy cat dude. Especially black cats, but loves all cats to be honest. More relatable than humans, and far more reliable.

Then we have you, our animal-shifting devil fruit eater. Lingering around ports as a cat was a lot easier than being a human, and being a black cat typically guaranteed that you were more or less left alone by the superstitious sailors.

This makes it very easy to pilfer goods as a thief. You could scope out who has what and easily slip in and out without any questions

When you meet Kuro, you didn’t initially think anything of it other than he was one of the kind ones. You were used to many going ‘pssp pssp pssp’, but instead of an empty hand promising head scratches, Kuro actually had some smoked fish for you.

And well, you weren’t going to turn down a free meal. Or the scratches from ears to tail. The animal instincts that were usually wary of humans settled around him, so you weren’t to worry. He didn't even try for your belly as you laid on your side to enjoy the sunlight.

Unbeknownst to you, when you flopped down by his side as he sat on the pier (finding the ocean a nice place to figure out a plan for the future after the disaster of Syrup village) he decided right then and there that you were his.

Once he picked out which ship to steal, he plucked you from your sunbathing by the scruff of your neck and ran.

Before you realized what was going on, you were dumped on the deck of a small boat, the port drifting away. Yet instead of transforming then and there, you decided to hide as shouts and gunfire filled the air.

(Unfortunately, the fight-or-flight instincts were too hard to ignore in animal form.)

You weren't sure how much later it was when Kuro found you and tried to coax you from your hiding spot with food, but it was long enough for the island to be little more than a speck.

He was not expecting his new companion to shift into a human after they wiggled out of their hiding hole, their eyes narrowed in anger.

"What the hell?"

After a lot of confusion, arguing, and maybe some tense feelings, you do end up as partners.

After all, you're a thief of opportunity. But between his planning skills and your abilities, the sky is likely the limit.

The Marines are clueless that Kuro lives, and you're unknown considering no one thinks to link the black cat with the thefts.

A new version of cat burglary. You laugh about it, Kuro rolls his eyes, too cautious to believe your good luck will continue.

As it turns out, you both dream of an easier life. You share your dreams during the late nights sailing between islands while he listens quietly.

Part of him can't help but hope that since you have similar goals, maybe he doesn't have to be so cautious around you.

The hull is soon filled with stolen goods that you start selling to black market contacts into a diverse mix of stacks of Berries and precious metals and gems.

There are nights where you can't sleep, and you have been known to sneak into his quarters as a cat to curl up next to him, just to feel less alone.

He is well aware, though won't say anything. In the morning it will be like nothing happened, but through the night his hand will be on your back as you snuggle close to his chest.

He treasures those moments just as dearly as you do.

Kuro won't admit it, but he wishes you felt confident to come to him as a human as well. But he'll take whatever affection you are willing to give, because he is too cautious to ask for any himself.

When you start reaching the targeted goal, your heart starts feeling heavy, as does his.

Both of you had grown closer during your travels, slowly trusting in each other as well as falling in love.

You're not sure who suggested advancing the goal since things had been going so well, but it's unanimous. After all, better safe than sorry, right?

Between raids, you talk more about where you want to retire to, and sometimes will start adding to the others dreams.

Things take a turn when a theft ends up with some alcohol on board. And well, you deserve to celebrate a little.

Neither of you are drunk. Just relaxed. Inhibitions and walls lowered.

Kuro is the one who makes the first move, cupping your jaw like he would if you were a cat, and commenting on how brilliant your eyes are even as human.

One small little kiss quickly ends up with you in his lap, hands roaming each other slowly, studying the other. You indulge in the feel of the muscles he hides with his clothes. Running your hands through his hair.

He calls you beautiful. Claims you as his, calling you his beautiful thief. Kuro enjoys the shape of your body, squeezing and massaging your hips, waist, ass.

When you beg him please and admit that you need him, it breaks him. He carries you back to his cabin, to his bed. Admits to you how he had dreamed of this, how often he wished you would join him as a human, as he worships your body, carefully noting each little sigh and gasp.

Your nails digging into his back is bliss to him as he finally enters you. The careful, cautious part of him evaporates, leaving the pirate captain who takes delight in making you scream and beg. Whose strength and speed threaten to break the small bunk as he plows into you.

He says those three words as he comes, swearing he is never going to let you go. You're barely able to think straight after so many orgasms, and hope that your soft little kisses in the afterglow convey what you mean.

The fact you curl up next to him, human this time, and falling asleep says enough.

You do end up together in a small but bountiful town, a little townhouse with the comforts you both crave (and plenty of cats.)

… you also may take 'sailing trips' when you both feel too wild for your new life. Just once in a while. There are rumors of the ghost of Captain Kuro and an unearthly black cat that spread through the East Blue.

[lala-ladybug]

Healing Hands: Chapter 1

Hello hello! First fic here, it’s a Maribat AU with a side of Sword Art Online. Or what I remember from having watched the show once about five years ago. We’ve got Marinette and minimal class salt, Young Justice but only the good parts, and primarily Jasonette. Please spread the word (I am a tiny sideblog) and let me know what you think <3

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Chapter 1: You have no idea how many baddies I’m going to blow up because of you

Friday, at long last. Marinette could not have exhaled a bigger sigh of relief. It was mid-way through the school term, her commissions were ramping up, and Hawkmoth had become frustratingly active. Her duties as class president had only increased as she and her friends neared the end of lycée, not to mention all the studying she was doing for the baccalauréat on top of her regular school work. Commissions were booming now that her popularity as the anonymous designer MDC was soaring worldwide. She wouldn’t give any of it up for the world, but she might enjoy getting more than three or four hours of sleep for once.

There was only part of her life that had gotten easier since that day three years ago when she was entrusted with a pair of spotted earrings and an old god to match. Ladybug started out with one partner, but she now had a whole team to share the responsibilities of keeping their city safe. Ryuko and Viperion became permanent fixtures of the Parisian rooftops, and Bourdonne replaced Queen Bee after the infamous (albeit self-inflicted) unmasking of Chloe Bourgeois. The people of Paris looked to these heroes with pride and trust.

And Marinette Dupain-Cheng, now the Guardian of the Miraculous, looked to her partners with trust as well. She had decided that with her in charge, she could no longer keep secrets from her friends, from her new Order of the Guardians. She discussed it with Chat Noir, and he had smiled and agreed that it was time. And one day, when Ladybug gathered her teammates on a remote rooftop in the dead of night, she said only “I trust you,” before allowing her transformation to fall.

She wasn’t nervous, not really. She knew Kagami and Luka had good hearts, and she had seen firsthand how much Chloe had grown. Those three accepted her civilian self, her true self, without half a thought, and followed their leader in dropping their transformations as well. Chloe got her quips in while Ladybug looked to Chat Noir.

He passed his gaze over the faces of their friends and smirked like he was holding in a laugh. As he said “Claws in,” Marinette could hear the laugh in his voice, an intonation that sounded so very familiar, and oh. Of course.

Adrien Agreste beamed at his friends, both in the mask and out, and said fondly, “I’m so glad it’s you.”

The rest, of course, was history. For the year and a half since then, the five heroes of Paris had kept the city safe from threats magical and mundane alike. Hawkmoth had, of course, gotten craftier and more vicious with his attacks, sometimes choosing to send bursts of weaker akumas over the span of a week, sometimes waiting a month before sending an especially brutal villain their way.

But it was nothing that the Order of the Guardians couldn’t handle. Even though it could get exhausting after a while, which is why the incoming weekend was a welcome reprieve. There was another reason why this particular weekend was so exciting, which was that a new video game, Mindscape, was debuting. It would be released at midnight EST, which was 6:00 in the morning for Paris.

“Today’s the day, girl!” Alya squealed as she flagged Marinette down on their way to the classroom. “We are so lucky that our class won that raffle to get these exclusive passes. I bet I’ll be the first blog to get the scoop on this new tech they’re using!”

Marinette giggled and started to reply, “Super lucky, right? I’m excited too, I heard--”

“You know,” Lila cut her off as she sidled up to Alya. “I’m not saying that I didn’t enter us to get those downloads, but I was a big help with beta testing.”

How she managed to time that comment just as the three girls crossed the threshold of the classroom, and how she managed to know that nearly the whole class would already be there to hear it, Marinette would never understand. She only had to wait a moment before the rest of their friends rushed to the door to thank Lila.

“This opportunity is amazing, we are incredibly grateful!” Max was first in line, ever the technology-enthusiast.

Kim pushed his shorter friend out of the way and vigorously shook Lila’s hand. “You have no idea how many baddies I’m going to blow up because of you.” Lila looked a little overwhelmed as he continued to shake her hand all the while, and she gave him a nervous smile.

He was soon pushed out of the way as Alix muscled her way to the front next. “I definitely owe you for giving me the chance to kick his ass in a brand new way!” She jerked her head to where Kim had landed on the floor, pouting at her.

As the rest of the class who would be joining them in the game’s premiere expressed their thanks, Alya looked on with an affectionate smile. She was so very happy that she now had two kind, selfless best friends. Her smile fell a little as she noticed Marinette stoically edging her way around the crowd and up to her seat, not having said a word to Lila. Alya just wished that her two besties would get along.

Alya put a hand on Lila’s shoulder and smiled her thanks before following Marinette to what was once their shared desk. “You really should thank her, you know,” Alya implored hopefully.

Without turning around to face Alya, Marinette paused and shared an incredulous look with Adrien, who was already seated at his shared desk with Nino. She then shrugged and replied, “Lila never actually said that she got us the passes,” before continuing up the steps to her seat at the back of the class. Alya shook her head and sat down. It was always like this, a cool indifference from Marinette whenever Lila came up. They were both such incredible people, Alya couldn’t understand why they didn’t get along.

As for Marinette, she was semi-content to let Lila be as long as her lies didn’t hurt anybody. Her unrealistic promise to take away all of Marinette’s friends was never fulfilled, and honestly the amount of emotional energy it used to sap from her just wasn’t worth it anymore. Marinette had no idea how Lila was going to get her hands on a copy of the game when Mari was, of course, the one who had won the raffle. She distributed the special access passes herself, and Lila certainly hadn’t gotten one. If this was the way that she wanted to make friends, she would eventually have to face the consequences.

But for now, Lila was basking in her praise. That is, until she glanced at her phone and gave a small gasp of dismay.

“What’s wrong?” Rose asked, concern already etched on her face.

Lila covered her mouth with one hand and started rapidly blinking back tears. “It’s my VIP copy of the game. There was a mixup in the mail and it won’t get here in time for tomorrow morning! I’m so sorry everyone, it looks like you’ll have to do it without me....” She buried her face in her hands and her shoulders trembled with barely restrained sobs.

The class shared a worried look, and Sabrina piped up, “It’s okay Lila, you can borrow my copy.” Lila immediately looked up and surged forward to clasp the hands of her friend.

“Really? But won’t it have the same problem?” Sabrina smiled and shook her head. “Nope, it’s a digital download! I don’t mind, you can always trade it back when your VIP pass arrives later.”

Lila gave her a brilliant smile, any tears long-since dried. “Oh, thank you so much Sabrina! I’ll see what I can do about getting you a VIP pass too once mine gets here.”

At that moment, Chloe walked in, and one look at the scene displayed in front of her had her rolling her eyes at her former best friend. She gracefully swept up the steps to join Marinette at the back of the classroom and whispered to her, “Aren’t they all digital downloads?”

Marinette, who had started unpacking her bag to prepare for class, inclined her head and gave the blonde a meaningful look that indicated yes, they were indeed all digital downloads. Chloe snickered and started preparing her own side of the desk.

After the fiasco of outing herself as Queen Bee, Chloe had lost the minimal support and tolerances she had been allowed before. It gave her time to truly reflect on how she acted and treated other people. She had since been quietly making amends with those she’d wronged, and the person on the top of that list was Marinette Dupain-Cheng. It took time and a lot of effort on Chloe’s part, but she mellowed out and did a lot of growing up. She still spoke her mind, though.

“Huh that’s strange, I got the VIP package too, but mine was a digital pass,” Chloe loudly proclaimed, studying her nails nonchalantly as the rest of the class turned to look up at her.

Lila grit her teeth into a forced smile and replied sweetly, “Well that’s because mine was an original beta testing copy that they had to update for the full game.” She turned her attention to Marinette and a note of false concern crept into her voice. “Oh Marinette, I hope you’ll still have time to come too! I know you’ll be busy this weekend with planning the spring class field trip. It would be such a shame if it didn’t happen because you were too busy playing a video game.”

Marinette suddenly felt very warm under the gazes of the entire class. She stammered out, “Oh-of course we’ll get to go! Don’t worry, I have a meeting with the school board on Monday.” Trust Lila to sniff out the one thing that had slipped below her radar.

Lila’s eyes lit up with an opportunistic gleam. “That’s great! Where will it be?”

“Well, uh, the school board has to review the location, so I don’t want to get your hopes up, but I can tell you that it will be in, um,” her eyes flicked around wildly and landed on the posterboard of different flags from the prior week’s lessons. “America!”

The class burst into excited chatter moments before Madame Bustier arrived and the late bell rang. Marinette released a breath and sagged in her seat. Saved by the bell.

Chloe gave her a sidelong glance and murmured, “America, huh?”

“Shut up,” Marinette shot back.

* * *

Madame Bustier tried to get the class to pay attention, she really did. They struggled through their lessons before lunch, the volume of side conversations between deskmates swelling all the while. The moment the bell for lunch dismissal rang, the students exploded into conversation as they left the classroom.

Marinette waved as Chloe and Adrien walked off to go meet Kagami and Luka at a nearby cafe. She breezed into the patisserie across the street from Francois Dupont and gave her surprised Maman a kiss on the cheek.

“I thought you were going out with your friends for lunch?” Sabine asked, balancing a tray of eclairs on her hip. “I forgot I have to plan our class trip!” Marinette replied cheerfully as she hurried into the kitchen to quickly fix herself a croque-monsieur. She gave her Papa a hug as she finished preparing her meal. He shouted up at her to not make a mess as she retreated into her room to eat at her desk.

She gave a small snort at that. It was nearly impossible for her to make a mess of food when she had over a dozen Kwami there to clean up after her, but he didn’t know that. She greeted said Kwami with a delighted grin and a wave as she set her plate down by her desktop computer.

“Marinette, why are you back so early?” Tikki asked, “is everything okay?” The other Kwami swarmed around her as she woke her computer up and logged in.

The girl waved one hand nonchalantly and opened up a web browser with the other. “Everything’s fine, I just forgot about planning the class trip!” She took a huge bite of the sandwich and started typing furiously. Several Kwami dove after the crumbs that sprayed everywhere.

“Ohhh, I see! Do you have an idea of where to start?” Tikki zoomed around Marinette’s shoulder to hover next to the monitor screen.

Marinette had the same determined gleam in her eye as when she finally found the perfect fabric for a design. She said confidently around a mouth full of ham, “America.”

* * *

By the time the lunch break had finished, Marinette had a preliminary list of cities on the East Coast of the United States. She had researched Gotham first, but it looked far too dangerous and gloomy. Next was New York City, which she determined was too big. Philadelphia was historic, but in a way that would definitely bore her classmates. Boston was too cold despite its excitement. Which left Metropolis as the perfect candidate. It was also protected by the perfect superheroes, Superman and his family, so she was absolutely confident the school board would approve of the city.

Of course, the meeting on Monday would need more specifics than just the city, but she was pleased with her progress so far. Marinette shut down her monitor, grabbed her backpack and plate from lunch, and went downstairs to the kitchen. She quickly scrubbed and dried her plate in the sink before waving to her parents as they bustled around, accommodating the tail end of the mid-day rush.

Marinette walked across the street with a spring in her step and, spotting a tall flash of blue hair, half-jogged up to her group of friends.

“Hey guys, sorry I couldn’t make it to lunch!” She grinned apologetically at Kagami and Luka.

“That’s alright Melody,” Luka gave her a side hug, “Chloe told us you were busy planning your class trip.”

Adrien slung an arm around Kagami’s shoulder and pulled his girlfriend closer to whisper conspiratorially to her, “I hear we’re going to America.” She laughed softly at his antics and at Marinette who stuck her tongue out at him. Kagami then said to Marinette, “That sounds delightful, Marihime. I trust you will still be joining us tomorrow morning?”

Marinette’s eyes lit up with excitement at the prospect of playing the game with her friends all weekend long. “Definitely! I’m going to finish preparing for the school board meeting tonight so that we can play the second it comes out.”

“If you can wake up on time,” Chloe teased.

Marinette crossed her arms defensively and stated with pride, “I already set three alarms, thank you very much!”

Adrien burst out laughing at that. “Leave it to our everyday Ladybug,” he winked. Her face flushed as she pouted. He chuckled again and kissed Kagami on the top of her head. “See you later, mon coeur.”

She and Luka waved to the rest of the group as they left to return to their own schools. The three Francois Dupont students watched them go for a moment before returning inside.

“So, you and Kagami have plans?” Chloe asked.

“Yeah! Our parents gave special permission for a sleepover at my place tonight so we can play the game right when it comes out tomorrow.” Adrien rubbed the back of his neck, a nervous habit he had never quite abandoned. “But I’m not sure how often we’ll be able to be online with you guys after this weekend. You know how busy our schedules are....”

Marinette elbowed him lightly as they walked. “It’s a blessing you both managed to convince your dad and her mom to let you come to the launch at all! We’ll play together when we can, it’s no big deal.”

Adrien smiled gratefully at her and held the door open for both Marinette and Chloe as they entered the classroom. Alya was already there, and once she spotted her best friend (well, one of them), she skidded down the steps with a huge grin and held an invisible microphone up to Marinette.

“Thank you Nadja, and good afternoon Paris! This is Alya Cesaire, and today I am joined by young fashion designer Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Mlle. Dupain-Cheng, can you give us an exclusive scoop on the trip you’re planning for your class?”

“Good afternoon Mlle. Cesaire,” Marinette giggled, “Unfortunately, the trip has yet to be approved by the school board so no details just yet. But I can tell you with certainty that we will be visiting the resident city of some popular American superheroes.” She winked as she finished in her best interview voice.

Alya gasped and dropped her pretend microphone as she hugged her best friend. “Really!? Oh my gosh girl, you are the best!”

Marinette laughed and hugged her back as Alya jumped and spun them around. Once they pulled apart, she told the brunette, “As soon as the school board gives me the green light, you’ll be the first to know.”

The late bell rang and the girls practically skipped to their respective seats as Madame Bustier called the class to attention. Well, “attention” in the loosest sense of the word. They struggled once more through the majority of their lessons, but Madame Bustier seemed to sense defeat and she let them chatter excitedly for the last twenty minutes before dismissal.

Kim and Alix were boasting about how they were going to stay up all night, while Max encouraged them to maximize the time they would be able to play the next day by getting a full night’s sleep in before the launch time.

Lila bragged about her role in the creation of the game from its conception to even having suggested the highly anticipated date of release. Adrien pointedly ignored Lila in the row behind his and discussed the music they had recorded and mixed for the game with a very enthusiastic Nino.

Sabrina looked on a little sadly until Mylene, Ivan, Rose, and Juleka invited her to join their Disney movie marathon double-date instead. Mylene was too nervous to play the game so Ivan chose to sit out to support her, and video games weren’t really Rose and Juleka’s style. Sabrina’s face softened as she gratefully accepted their invitation.

Nathaniel turned around in his seat to talk to Marinette about the art rendering and the programs they used while Chloe scrolled aimlessly on her phone.

By the time the bell finally rang, the class was beyond excited to go prepare for the launch the next morning.

Marinette, to her credit, swallowed her enthusiasm and sat down to fully plan out their trip to Metropolis. It was grueling work, researching the safest hotel that was still in a central location. It had to be affordable but not shabby, too, because they had a limited budget. She eventually settled on the reputable Wayne Hotel, apparently part of an enormous corporation called Wayne Enterprises, and then began to build an itinerary with different events from there.

She worked nonstop the rest of the night, with the exception of a brief dinner break, and it was nearly 11:00 at night by the time she finished. Marinette sat up from her desk chair and stretched, then double-checked that her alarms were set before finally heading to bed.

[kitty0boy]

I’m baaaack. I saw the is idea for this on Tiktok where basically Marinette saves Chat Noir she’s on top like when Chat saves Ladybug and he can’t function, so she smirks and flicks his bell. It’s a little spicier than the stuff I usually write so be warned! As always they are aged up so Marinette is 17, Adrien is 18. And much like some of my other fics, Chat can use multiple Cataclysms while Ladybug has to run off and recharge. Again, the content is kinda spicy so I’m going to say 14+ for this one. So enjoy!

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You’ll never guess who was akumatized again. That’s right, Lila, why? Because she was caught lying this time.

Marinette was exhausted, being the new guardian and all. She slept through half of first period, dozed off in Ms. Mendeleev’s class twice, and nearly face-planted on the staircase outside the school. Needless to say, everyone was worried about her, especially Adrien. He felt he was partly responsible after all. His late night visits with her seemed to have taken their toll. Maybe he should stick to UMS tournaments on the weekend and Fridays.

Not everyone was worried though (somehow), one of those people being Lila. Over the years she’d become more and more set on gaining the attention of everyone in a 2 mile radius. While she usually only bragged about her “charity work”, the opportunity to slander Marinette wouldn’t go unused.

“I’m so worried about our poor Marinette.” She cooed, “Ever since she downloaded that app, oh it’s only gotten worse.” The class stared at her puzzled. In mock surprise, she covered her mouth, “Whoops! Oh I’m such a blabber mouth.” Adrien couldn’t see her lips, but he was sure they were curled into a nasty smirk. “Wait what? What app?” Alya piped up. “Oh she didn’t tell you? She’s a sugar baby. She’s been on Tinder getting money from older men. How do you think she pays for her supplies.”

He’d had enough, “Seriously Lila, if you’re going to spread rumours about people at least make sure they’re true. You don’t even hang out with Marinette, how would you know that before me or Alya?” She pulled out her best sad smile. “Oh Adrien, she confided in me because she was too scared of what you would think.” Alya cut her off, “No Adrien’s right, Marinette doesn’t like you Lila. I’m sorry but it’s true. There’s no way she’d tell you something like that.” Adrien put his hands in his pockets in triumph, but not before Lila got her phone out and held it up, showing Marinette’s supposed profile on Tinder. There was a picture of her face right on the profile. “I managed to hack into her account last night. Just look at all these creepy old men she’s matched with.” She scrolled through the list of men, most of them looked to be in their late 40s. Anger bubbled inside him.

“Seriously Lila! She’s still underage, don’t make a fake profile of her on Tinder. Now all of these old men know what she looks like. What would happen if they tracked her down. I swear to god if she’s ever hurt because right this I’ll-” He was ready to strike when a hand touched his back and a head fell against his shoulder. “What’s going on?” Marinette asked, she rubbed her eyes. “Girl let me see your phone.” Alya demanded. Marinette slumped over to her before placing her phone in the bestie’s hand. She walked behind Alya and wrapped her arms around her shoulders from behind.

Adrien, or rather, Chat Noir was no stranger to Marinette’s sleepy cuddling tendencies. He remembered many nights that involved her wrapping around him while blinking back sleep. Whether it was watching movies, playing video games, or even sketching. She somehow always found a way to cuddle up to him. Not that he was complaining, it was the best way to get her to sleep after all. She’d lean on him and he’d wrap around her, start purring, and play with her hair while she drifted off. He of course was adapted to running on less than 5 hours of sleep anyways, besides, hearing the sleepy sounds she’d make were always worth it. So seeing her cuddle up to Alya did make him a little jealous yes, was he going to say anything, probably not. He’d probably suggest a movie marathon that night to get his fair share in.

He watched while Alya scrolled though Marinette’s phone. Marinette subconsciously nuzzling into the crook of her friend’s neck. “Take a look everyone. Do you see the app for Tinder anywhere on my girl’s phone?” The class stared at it. “I don’t see it.” Rose squeaked. “Well obviously not, Marinette picks up shifts at the bakery sometimes to pay for all that stuff.” Alix shouted while walking towards them. She wasn’t there when Lila was talking about it. Adrien looked at her confused. “How did you know what she-?” She cut him off, “Nathaniel told me.” He looked at him and Nathaniel’s face turned as red as his hair. “He wanted to say something but he’s still really shy.” Alix whispered to Adrien. Adrien turned back to see his friends crowding around the bench where Lila sat, all of them were scowling at her. One by one they started voicing their disapproval. “Don’t spread rumours about our friend.” “Seriously Lila, not cool.” Lila got up from the bench and calmly walked towards the exit with her belongings in hand. It was the end of the day anyways.

He saw Marinette stumbling towards the locker room to pick up her backpack, Alya guiding her with an arm wrapped around her shoulder. “Maybe your purrincess could use a lift home.” Plagg suggested from his pocket. “Hey you’re right, maybe then Lila wouldn’t be able to start more rumours about her. Everyone would know why she’s been up late.” He considered the idea. “But what about Hawkmoth? I don’t want him to target her.” Plagg tried to fly up to his eye level but Adrien quickly slapped the kwami back into his jacket. “Ow hey what was that for?” Plagg yelled, “I’m in the middle of the school foyer, I’m already getting weird looks for slapping myself so don’t make it any worse.” That earned a little pinch from his friend “A little pay back, now if you don’t transform and pick up your sleeping beauty I’ll carry her back home myself. I don’t trust that girl to walk across the street by herself.” Adrien smiled, “Aww does the cheese monster have a soft spot for my purrincess, I thought there was only room for camembert in your heart.” Plagg rolled his eyes, “Yeah well if I can make room for you, then I can make room for pigtails. Now go and transform before you miss your chance.” He flew back into Adrien’s pocket. Touched by his kwami’s speech, Adrien walked towards the exit and sprinted around the corner. Luckily he had fencing practice today so his bodyguard wouldn’t be waiting for him.

He ducked into an alleyway and transformed after making sure he wasn’t followed, Chat Noir emerging from where Adrien was seconds ago. He ran back towards François DuPont to meet his little mouse at the front. As she emerged covering a yawn, Alya spotted him. Immediately she whipped out her phone and ran towards him, leaving Marinette behind. “Chat Noir! What are you doing here? Out for an afternoon patrol?” She held up her camera to record him. “Actually I’m here to pick up a certain little lady. I’ve been keeping her up at night and word has it she’s dead tired.” Alya blinked before turning towards her friend and looking back at him with wide eyes. He nodded and looked back up only to see Marinette trip over her feet. He rushed over and caught her around the waist in a hug before she could smash her face into the pavement. “Well hello there Mari, fancy seeing you here.” She looked up at him and smiled before stretching her arms up and wrapping them around his neck. “Hey kitty.” She murmured before resting her face on his chest. He sighed and bent down a little to sweep her up, he gently repositioned her into a hip carry with his other hand wrapping under one of her thighs. She immediately snuggled into him, her head resting on his shoulder. Alya stood there, her mouth agape. “Hey uh, would you mind grabbing her bag for me miss Ladyblogger?” He asked, nodding at it. She snapped out of it and picked it up off the steps where it had fallen. She passed it to Chat who slung it over his free shoulder and started heading towards Tom and Sabine’s bakery, with a certain fox tailing him.

The three, well the two of them walked while Marinette was peacefully carried by Chat Noir. Alya chuckled “Are you, purring?” He blushed a little before giggling back, “Yeah I am, I usually do it when she’s really tired, it puts her to sleep really quickly.” She smirked at him, “So this is a regular occurrence?” He stammered “I well uh yes for a while, not every night but umm.” He blushed and looked down at her. “If only I knew Marinette was sleeping with one of Paris’ superheroes.” She said slyly, she was definitely fit for the fox miraculous. He turned away from the journalist, he didn’t want to see him blush. His cheek bumped into Marinette’s forehead before resting against it. “It’s not in the way you’re thinking, we usually play video games or watch movies, most of the time she gets really tired and ends up falling asleep on me so I put her to bed.” He looked back at her and she was not convinced. “You mean she gets tired so you cuddle her and purr while she falls asleep then you sneak out the window.” He pouted, “You make me sound like a creepy, and it’s actually the trapdoor to the balcony, I can’t climb through the window without diving through it.” She grinned at him and he rolled his eyes. “Not much better is.. hey what’s that?” He turned to see a figure glaring at them from on top of the school, he didn’t get to look at them for very long before something fast and sharp came barreling towards them.

He didn’t even have time to grab Alya, he only had time to shove her out of the way with his foot before jumping backwards with Marinette pulled tight to him. He stumbled a little, crashing to the ground with a very much awake Marinette landing safely on top of him. She propped herself onto her hands just enough to separate her face from his. “Chat? What’s going on?” A loud cackle was heard behind them and she leapt to her feet, he followed suit and pulled Marinette behind him, making sure she was as separated from the akuma as possible. “My name is Seamstress, with my needle and thread I’ll make sure none of you can ever speak against me.” Seamstress turned to Alya, she pinched her fingers together and make a jabbing motion towards her. Alya’s mouth shut and she covered it with her hand. It looked like she was in pain, then Seamstress pulled her hand back and Alya cried out, but her scream was muffled. She pulled back her hand to reveal that her lips were sewn shut. Marinette tried to run towards her friend but Chat wrapped his arms around her before she could go anywhere. “Alya No!” She screamed, her face full of tears. “I’m really sorry Marinette.” He said before grabbing his baton and vaulting them away from the akuma and Alya.

Marinette held tight to Chat’s neck, despite the sobs that shook her violently. He needed to get her away but he wanted her to breathe. He looked behind him, Seamstress was nowhere in sight, so he jumped into an alleyway and sat down, Marinette sitting in his lap. He sat crisscross so that she could sit more comfortably, she still wasn’t breathing right.

“Marinette I need you to breathe for me ok? I know it’s going to be hard but I have to get you somewhere safe, and I can’t do that if you can’t breathe. Here.” He reached behind him and pulled one of her hands off him and placed it on his chest. “Ok can you feel me breathing?” She nodded against his shoulder. “Ok good, now try to match my breathing ok?” He felt her panting against him as she tried to fix her breathing. It took a few minutes but soon enough her sobs turned into little whimpers of sadness. “Feel better?” He asked and she nodded. She was always quiet like this when she was upset, seeing her friends hurt wouldn’t be something she got over easily. She pulled back to look at him before another tear slipped down her cheek. He quickly reached up and brushed it away, “Ok now we’ve got to-“ An explosion rang out in the street near them, he gently pushed her off of him. “Stay here ok, I’ll come and get you after.”

He ran out from the alley only to come face to face with Seamstress. “Hello kitty, where have you hidden miss goody two-shoes hmm?” She asked, she looked like she’d gone insane, her face twisted into something between and grin and fury. Her face darted from left to right, looking for his princess. Luckily, the dumpster they landed beside blocked Marinette from view. “Like hell I’d tell you.” He turned his baton and extended it towards her, putting as much distance between him and the akuma as he could. “Well if I can’t get you to talk, maybe I should just shut you up!” Her hand thrusted towards him and he saw a needle, he dodged it and her hand snapped open, a drop of blood running down her finger. So if she misses a stitch she’ll prick herself. Good to know.

He dodged needle after needle until he got distracted and stumbled. He fell to the ground and braced for the pain to come to his lips, but it never did. Instead something small crashed into him and they rolled across the road, hitting the curb. He looked up to see Marinette on her hands and knees above him. Her lips were still swollen from crying but in that moment, he couldn’t help but notice how beautiful he was. ‘Geez Adrien great timing.’ He could almost hear Plagg cackling in his head. He just stared at her, mouth agape, then she did something he would never recover from. She smirked, and oh god did he want to kiss her. “What cat got your tongue?” She said before flicking his bell. She stood and pulled him up. He quickly snapped out of it and scooped her up before dashing down the street, the akuma not far behind, he drifted around a corner and silently sprinted down an alley before extending his baton and racing across the rooftops in the opposite direction, successfully leading the akuma in the wrong direction. He brought her to the first place he could think of, the Louvre. He leapt off one of the buildings to the side, summoned a cataclysm to break a glass panel, and landed on the floor inside with Marinette clutched safely in his arms.

“Wasn’t there an easier way to get in here?” She said, a teasing tone to her voice. He wish he wanted to laugh but he didn’t. He was mad, furious even. He told her to stay hidden, out of sight. He told her to wait in the alley for him but she didn’t. “Didn’t I tell you to stay put?” He asked angrily. Hundreds of emotions swam through him, part of him wanted to lecture her for hours, part of him wanted to hug her and make sure she was ok, part of him wanted to kiss her stupid because mon dieu she was beautiful with her hair down like that. He settled for a simple “Stay here this time, I’ll come get you.” Before turning and vaulting towards the akuma.

Ladybug was a little late to the fight but they got it over with fairly quickly. He destroyed the bracelet the akuma was in and Ladybug captured it and fixed everything. “Would you mind taking her back this time? I’ve gotta run.” Ladybug asked and he nodded. Some of his anger had faded but he wasn’t exactly in a good mood right now. She waved goodbye before hurrying off. “So,” he started turning to Lila, “I hope you won’t be spreading anymore false rumours about people now, especially Marinette.” He growled a little and miss liar shrank under his gaze. She nodded before standing and walking away.

He needed to calm down, Marinette was probably scared and hurt and confused, he didn’t exactly leave her on the best note. By the time he arrived at the Louvre it was closed for cleaning. He slipped inside to grab her but noticed that she was standing by the door. “They umm, kicked me out when it closed.” She said shyly. His brows furrowed.

She looked at him confused before he opened his mouth to speak. “I told you to stay hidden and you didn’t listen. Why?” She frowned, “Don’t you mean ‘thank you Marinette’?” She folded her arms in front of her chest. “Uh no I mean why did you run out from your hiding place, I’m the superhero remember, you can’t go running into the middle of an akuma battle. You don’t have superpowers or a magic suit to protect you.” She walked up to him and pushed her finger into his chest, “You were more important when it came to defeating Seamstress, who cares if my mouth is sewn shut because yours will still work. You needed to be safe more than I did so I saved you.” He clenched his fists, “My job is to protect you“ she cut him off “No your job is to help Ladybug save the akumatized person.” He started speaking, “No, my job is to make sure no one gets hurt, I have to keep everyone safe.” She crossed her arms again, “Once Ladybug’s cure fixed everything I would have been fine.” He stood straight, “Well I wouldn’t be, I wouldn’t be able to function knowing you got hurt because I couldn’t protect you.” She grabbed his shoulders, “And how do you think I feel huh? Seeing you die over and over again! So fuck me if I wanted to save you one time! I can’t keep watching you sacrifice yourself over and over again.” Her voice broke, “And what? You think I would be able to keep fighting if I knew you weren’t safe, I don’t think I could live with myself if Anything happened to you.” He wasn’t yelling anymore but he was still angry with her. She was close to crying again she was so angry.

“For heaven sakes you stupid cat!” She blurted before grabbing his bell and pulling him down to her. He saw her eyes close before their lips met. He closed his eyes and kissed her back, it wasn’t a slow gentle kiss either, it was a desperate, passion filled kiss that made him feel like he was struck by lightning. Her hands tangled in his hair and his arms wrapped around her waist. He couldn’t tell if this was heaven or hell, he felt like he was dancing on cloud nine while her lips burned against his neck. She pulled down his bell zipper slightly and he groaned as she left marks on his collar bone. He grabbed her face and pulled her back up to him, gently biting her bottom lip when she smirked.

He heard a whistling noise somewhere behind Marinette but it barely registered and he lifted her up to get her closer to him. She pulled back and he started leaving marks on her identical to the ones she left on him. “Um Chat.” She whimpered and he wanted to hear her say his name again. “Chat.” She said a little louder, “Hey!” She squeaked and he stopped, looking up at her. Her face was bright red and her eyes were wide. “What?” He asked, lowering her to the ground. He quirked an eyebrow at her before looking above her head. It was Alya and Alix, standing there, watching him make out with their best friend. “Uh, hi.” He said awkwardly, rubbing his neck. “Well hi there.” Alix chuckled. Oh no, he was about to die right? “We’ll leave you two to your, umm, whatever that was but make sure you have her home by 9 young man, you understand me?” Geez she sounded like Mr. Dupain. “Yes ma’am.” He chuckled, wishing he could curl up into a ball and hide. The pair walked off, laughing and whispering together.

He felt something heavy crash into his chest, “Oh, mon dieu I’m a goner.” Marinette groaned. He laughed nervously before hugging her and ruffling her hair. She looked up at him, “You’re still an idiot you know.” He laughed for real this time, “And you’re still beautiful.” Her face turned pink and she put her head against his chest again. He sighed and started purring. “I’m sorry I yelled at you, I was just so worried. Like I said, I don’t think I could function if I found out something happened to you.” She wrapped her arms around him and raised herself up to rest her head in the crook of his neck. “I’m sorry too, I’ll try to stay out of trouble.” He smiled, “You’d better, or I’ll go full Weredad and lock you away.” She giggled, “I think you mean Werecat.” He joined her and they laughed together, wrapped in each other’s embrace. “So, how about a movie night tonight?” He asked. “Why don’t we just cuddle until I fall asleep, that’s basically what we do anyways.” He wagged his tail excitedly, “Do you still have the pillow fort set up from last time?” She giggled again, “Yes I do, now let’s go home kitty, it’s cold out here.” Oh right, she didn’t have a jacket on. He quickly scooped her up and they headed off.

That night he got more than his fair share of cuddles, he even stayed for a sleepover. Thank goodness it was Friday.

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Thank you for reading. It’s a bit spicier than the stuff I usually write but I think I did ok.

[mr-walkingrainbow]

imma slide in your asks, i would like limited mobility for abimel :)

“Are you hungry?”

“No.”

“Wanna watch something?”

“No.”

“A board game?”

“WHO in their right mind VOLUNTARILY plays board games?!”

Abigael sighed, although annoying, her girlfriend had a point.

However, their wasn’t much she could offer currently to to Mels situation.

To be frank, somehow a trip to the doctor to get Maggie’s flu shot ended up with Mel having a broken ankle.

Apparently, when confronted with needles, shorty spice either feinted like a sack of potatoes, or transformed into a higher being of savagery and desperation.

Macy had informed her that this time it had been both.

She wasn’t even going to ask how that was physically possible.

Unfortunately, Mel now was on strict bed rest, and her normal ADHD tunnel vision girlfriend, was ridden to a grumpy miserable couch potato.

“Come on,” Abby cajoled in her British accent, “I bet theirs something we can do to make you feel better?”

Mel got a sneaky look in her eyes, hand snaking up Abbys head and giving a quick teasing tug to her locks.

Bloody hell.

Abigael bit her lip, hand grasping Mels remaining one violently. Ignoring the near desperate urge to moan and fall into her girlfriends wonderful arms, she took a long shuddering breath.

“N-no Melanie. N-not that. You can’t do anything involving much movement besides go to the loo.”

Mels smile immediately turned to a scowl once again, which gave Abby the time to regroup. Hand fluttering upwards to touch the area she had tugged.

Damn Melanie and her knowledge of her weakest points. It made scenarios like this exceptionally hard.

“Besides that, what else can you think of that would lift your spirits?”

“I don’t know!” The Latina crankily exclaimed, “You tell me! Your my girlfriend you should know these things!”

Abby raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow, “Now I will excuse that comment because your grumpy and your in pain. But if your going to be a grump about it, I will quickly just as leave.”

Mel relaxed slightly, frowing, “Sorry Cariño, I’m just so miserable!”

“I understand the feeling love,” she smiled soothingly, “But we’ll figure something out!”

She took a scrutinizing eye to the witch, studying her every move. Mel was obviously more clingy then usual, never letting go of Abigaels hand once while she sat perched on the edge of the couch.

It gave her an idea.

“I know how to turn that frown upside down!”

The laters eyebrows furrowed, “How?”

“AGQS!”

“Scuzi?”

Abby laughed slightly at her girlfriends shortened version of ‘excuse me’,

“AGQS, aka A good quality snuggle! Theirs nothing like it! A real mood changer.”

Mel seemed to ponder this, “Well Im not saying no?”

“Snuggles it is!”

She then proceeded to wedge herself in the space between Mel and the couch, being extra careful not to jostle the injured ankle in the process.

“Their!” She cooed softly, her head resting on the laters shoulder, “Do you feel a bit better now?”

Mel sighed contently, “Ai! Mi querida, you always know how to make me feel better.”

“Good! Now, we can find some Halloween movies on the box because Halloween movies are superior to anything.”

The Latina smiled, soon breaking into a frown and wailing.

“B-but were out of popcornnnnn!”

Deary me, Abigael might have misjudged how emotional Mel currently was.

“Don’t worry Atlantis, I’ll get you some popcorn.” She assured.

The fat tears soon rolled down the lesbians face, something Abby had assumed would happen eventually. Whenever her girlfriend was sick or hurt, her emotions would go all over the place and all rational thinking was out the door. And that would lead to tears of hysteria.

Something Abby was still struggling to figure out.

“What is it?” She questioned worriedly, “What’s wrong? Does your ankle hurt? Do you need more painkillers? Are you hungry? What’s wrong Melanie?!”

“I-I don’t w-want you to Le-eave!” Mel cried, arms flailing uselessly.

“Hey, hey! It’s ok,” Abigael placated, it was both endearing and grating how unpredictable Mel became when hurt, “I won’t leave ok? I’ll stay right here.”

The Latina looked at her with glassy eyes, “B-but who will get the popcorn?”

GRAGGH! Abby fought the urge to scream, instead taking a deep breath and returning the gaze with love and care.

“I’ll ring up Jordy. He’d gladly do anything for you Mel.”

“You too!” Her girlfriend exclaimed.

“Huh?”

The witch looked at her sadly, “He’d do it for you too!”

“That’s lovely of you to say,” Abby grinned fondly, “But Jordy doesn’t hold me to that standard”.

To her chagrin, the laters eyes filled up with even more tears, prompt bursting into loud sobs.

“Oh god! Mel what is it?”

She sat up in a panic, checking Mels ankle to see if it had shifted any way. To her knowledge everything looked the same.

She looked back at her girlfriend desperately, “Mel I don’t know why your so upset? Please tell me?”

“B-because y-you don’t t-think your good en-nough for f-friendship!” Mel choked out between sobs.

“What?! Why would you think that?”

“Because y-you don’t think j-jordys your friend!”

“Ugh! Fine! Bloody hell Mel, me and Jordy are the bestest besties in all the besties in the world? Satisfied?!”

Her girlfriend flashed her a teary smile, “Very.”

With another groan and something muttered under her breath, Abigael rang up her ‘Bestie’ saying it was a popcorn emergency and if Jordan didn’t get their in the next five minutes, he was gonna have two angry witch’s at his door.

“Hey, Abby?” Jordan’s voice crackled through the phone.

She paused, unsure of wether to answer.

“I just wanted to say it’s good to hear from you.” He stated, “We should meet up sometime, and try and get through an actual convo without any of us getting into some Magical based trouble.”

“I’d like that.” The hybrid answered softly. Immediately shutting off her phone afterwards.

It was hard for her to let her walls down, to allow people inside. To even consider the possibility that someone cared for her.

But aside from Melanie, Jordy had been that one other person who’d managed to evade all her carefully laid traps and walls.

So she guess, in this case, she at least owed him a friendly conversation.

Her attention turned back to her already wailing girlfriend, who was literally clawing at her clothes to get her back on the couch with her.

“Alright already, geez,” she cursed silently, “Watch the clothes Melanie. You know I’d be livid if you ripped anything.”

The clawing stopped, but the Latina got a cheesy smile on her face.

“Nooo you won’t!”

Abby blushed, eyebrows crinkling, “Whatever do you mean?”

“You loooove me,” the lesbian cheered, “You loooove me and caaaare for me and wanna kiiiiss me and-“

-“God your childish when your in pain!”

Mel pouted slightly, sticking her lower lip out.

Bloody hell.

Mel knows she can’t say no to her puppy dog eyes.

Abigael rolled her eyes fondly, head coming to a rest back on Mels chest.

“Oh all right. I love you. But if you tell anyone I’ll roast your head on a spit. I have a reputation to uphold.”

The witch grinned like a maniac, “Your secrets safe with me.”

[unmaskedagain]

Truth is Subjective

            This post is based off a prompt by #galahadwilder. I give all credit to them for the idea.

This did not turn out the way I wanted it to. AT ALL. I completely missing the mark; or in this case prompt. I couldn’t figure out how to make it work like I had envisioned when I first read the prompt. And now I’m just like ugh. L

  When Ladybug saw Alya frantically waving her down from where she was on top of her apartment roof. It was, nearly after midnight. She just finished off an Akuma. However, emotions had been running high among the students in her class so Ladybug didn’t hesitate to see what was wrong. Alya made not have been her best friend, or any type of friend, anymore but Ladybug was still a hero.

           A hero who was not happy to see Lila Rossi standing next to her.

           The Italian girl looked pleasant at first glance but anger was clear in her eyes. Alya had her phone out. It took all of two seconds for Marinette to figure out what was going on. Alya wanted an interview with Ladybug and her supposed best friend. Lila was sure Ladybug would reveal the truth like she did last time.

           Marinette fought to keep the grin off her face. She had idea. A rather wicked idea. She had taken to spending a lot of time with Jagged and Penny and Audrey Bourgeois, watching how they manipulated the news to better suit their individual brands. She now know that even if she told Alya what a liar Lila was, Lila could and would easily spin it to say that “Ladybug said that to protect me”. And Alya would just believe it.

           Not this time, Marinette vowed.

“Ladybug!” Alya beamed and immediately jumped into the interview, “I’ve been trying to catch you for months.”

“I know,” Ladybug said coolly.

           Marinette had decided that if Alya couldn’t check her facts, then Ladybug couldn’t work with her. She had been reporting too much false information and more or less become a site dedicated to shipping Ladybug with Chat Noir and promoting Lila’s B.S.

           Alya didn’t seem to notice the frost in the air. “We’re live streaming for the Ladyblog,” She said. “Ladybug and Lila Rossi; best friends forever.” She said waving her phone between the two. “Ladybug, Lila what’s it look being friends. Lila said she helped you rescue a bunch of people when you still lived in Italy. Before you became Ladybug!”

           Lila looked sick, “Now, it was so long ago. She probably doesn’t remember.”

“I’m sorry, Alya, but this interview is over,” Ladybug responded and before reporter could protest, she added. “I refuse to give an interview with my stalker.”

           It was like the wind was punched out of Alya, “Sta- Stalker?”

           Lila just stared with her mouth opened.

           Ladybug nodded gravely, while inwardly Marinette cheered, “Stalker. What else would you call someone who constantly follows you around? Interfere with my rescues. Fantasize scenarios where we’re close personal friends and tells people about it. Try to convince everyone that those tales are real. Maybe it’s a coincidence that she transferred into only class in the entire school, out of all the public schools in France that has had the most akumas thus students I see regularly.  Despite her mother being an important diplomat? Who knows?” Ladybug pitched her nose. “For god’s sake, Alya, she even got close to you, the only journalist I deal with on a continuity. You keeping spinning out her stories; feeding her delusions. Why do think I started avoiding you? I saw you were friends with her. I can’t be around her. I won’t.”

           It went silent. Alya’s mouth had dropped opened. She looked shocked and slightly ill. Lila looked like she was considering murder. Marinette was five seconds away from doing her happy dance.

“Alya,” Ladybug said seriously. “Be honest, Lila’s said so many stories about so many celebrities but there’s no real evidence backing it up. Her grand adventures with Jagged Stone, Prince Ali, Clara Nightingale; it’s all in her head. At least point, I’m started to think they may have been her past obsessions. She claimed I healed her so many of different diseases, I thought someone was going to try to give me saint hood. Do you really think Jagged Stone would write a song about an underage girl without her parents knowing? Or that Clara Nightingale stole her dance moves. Do you know how bad that looks? Not to mention that model kid Adrien Agreste. From what I heard, what she’s doing to him is borderline sexual harassment. I think they’re victims,” She stressed the word. “Like me. If I wasn’t concerned about my secret identity, I’d have gone to the police by now.”

“Police!” Lila squeaked.

           Ladybug shook her head, “I know people. Maybe I can just do a cease and desist order on the Ladyblog. But this has to stop,” She told Alya. “It’s the middle of the night, which is dangerous enough as it is. But there was an akuma as well. You called me, again in the middle of the night, to meet with my stalker. Do you know how scary that is? How that makes me feel?” She asked.

“I’m sorry!” Alya said with tears in hers, her phone still streaming. “I didn’t know.”

           Ladybug threw up her hands, “You didn’t even bother to ask! At any time in the last year, you could’ve checked with me that you were reporting the truth.”

           Alya sobbed. Lila just glared. She was too busy thinking of ways she could spend this.

           Ladybug looked around, with suspicious, “Do your parents even know where you are?”

“Well, I, I mean,” The glasses wearing girl stuttered.

           Marinette raised her hands in surrender, “No. I’m done. You’ve gone too far. You put yourself in danger. And you put me in danger. All for an interview. No more. You obviously don’t take this seriously; being a journalist, your blog, your life, anything. I’m done. I won’t work with you again. I can’t risk it.”

           And with that Ladybug, yo’yo’d away. When she transformed back to normal and safely got to her house, Marinette fell to the floor laughing. Tikki joined her. Revenge was sweet.

           The bluenette plopped down her bed. She couldn’t wait for tomorrow. For months and months she had been accused of bullying Lila, of being jealous, by tomorrow all of France would know what happened on the rooftop.

           Lila wasn’t outed as liar like she thought she would be. No, Marinette, Rossi got a much worse fate.

           When Marinette woke up the next morning, it was like the world had caught on fire. Nadja was having field day. Celebrities Lila had said she knew vocally denounced every knowing the girl. The world cried, “Poor Ladybug.”

           Marinette blinked at the sheer quiet of her class. She had expected chaos. Maybe they didn’t know. Maybe Lila was able to spin it around for the class.

           No that wasn’t right. Nino was comforting Alya, who had red eyes and messy hair.

“What’s going on,” She asked Adrien, one of the few people who were still friendly with her in class. She may not have had a crush on him anymore but she still thought he was a decent friend.

“You don’t know?” Alix asked, with shock on her face. “How could you not know? All of Paris is talking about Ladybug’s stalker.”

           Marinette scratched the back on her head, a look of faux-confusion on her face, “I got up late again, I didn’t have time to look anything up,” Looks of understanding came from the students. “Wait! Stalker?!” She took a dramatic pause. “…You know?”

           Alya stood up angrily, “You knew!”

           Marinette took a hasty step back, “Of course I knew. Don’t you remember I got you your first interview with Ladybug? I know her.” Alya looked somewhat placated but still angry. She told me all about it. She was really freaked out. But I promised I wouldn’t say anything,” She defended. “I don’t break my promise. Yet I tried to warn you as best I could. I tried to warn everyone.” Marinette shrugged. “And look what happened. Most of us aren’t even friends anymore.”

           Her words were a slap to the face. Most of her former friends had the grace to look ashamed.

           Marinette just shrugged again and went her seat.

“I’m ruined,” Alya cried into Nino’s shoulder. “My fans hate me. Half of them think I was lying to them. The other half hate me because I hurt Ladybug. How was I supposed to know Lila was a nutjob?”

“You could’ve fact checked,” Marinette told her. “Listen to me even one of the hundred times I told you she was lying. Asked Ladybug. Asked Chat Noir. Read the twenty percent of the Ladyblog’s comments that she said was lying. You could’ve done a lot to find out the truth.” She stared hard at her former friend. “You chose not to.”

           Alya cried harder.

“Harsh, dudette,” Nino glared at her.

           Coldness went down Marinette’s back. She stood up, “Harsh!” Marinette yelled, everyone flinched back. “Yeah maybe it’s a bit harsh. But you know what was worse? Losing all my friends. Being called a liar. A jealous psycho. Being bullied by people who I’ve known forever. Getting mean, nasty texts that could have the sender charged with harassment.”

           The bluenette glared around the room; at the paling, stunned faces of the other students.

“Harsh,” She hissed at Nino. “Well I’m sorry if the truth is a little harsh. But I think after falling for so many lies, maybe Alya deserves the truth for once. You all do.”

           Alya pulled away from Nino, and nodded. “She’s right,” she sniffed. “I’m sorry, Marinette. I’m so sorry.”

           Marinette looked at Alya, her former bestie. Nino the boy she thought always had her back until he stabbed her in it. Kim, her friend since they were in diapers, who had no problem accusing Marinette of awful things. Alix and Mylene, who led the charge against her. Nathanial who had sat and done nothing when they spilled and destroy her designs.

“Sorry’s not always enough,” Marinette admitted, hurt filling her. “There’s another truth for you.”

“My dad’s furious,” Adrien said, gaining everyone attention. “Everyone knows he insisted Lila do the photoshoots with me. An insider even revealed that I made it clear I was bother by Lila. They think he doesn’t take sexual harassment at work seriously. Brand’s taking a hit.”

“Ladybug must be so scared,” Sabrina put in. “My dad told me about some crazy stalker cases he’s seen. They got really obsessive. One guy even kidnapped a kid because he though it looked like his and this woman’s future child. Said the child was theirs. Dad wants me to stay away from Lila. He doesn’t want me getting her attention. Who knows what she’d do?”

           Sabrina words sent shivers through the students. A few who watched true crime stories looked particularly green.

“We should’ve caught on,” Alix frowned. “None of her stories even made sense. Saved a cat from being hit by a plane? Really? Are we morons?”

“Something must be seriously wrong with her,” Rose offered. “Maybe she just needs help.”

“She needs a nice white jacket,” Kim growled. “And a padded cell.”

“Where is Lila?” Marinette asked.

           Surprising it was Juleka who answered, “Hiding in her house. Reporters everywhere want a one on one with Ladybug’s Stalker. Her face is all over the news. She’s trending on Twitter. So’s the Ladyblog.”

           Alya groaned. Her blog, her life’s work was finally getting the attention she always wanted but in the worst possible way.

           Nino hugged his girlfriend, “At least no one will ever be fool again,” He offered.

“Undoubtable,” Max agreed. “I foresee that Lila is well on way to be the most famous stalker in recent history. They’ll use her as a textbook example one day, if this carries on. People will base their doctorates on her mental health.”

           Marinette smirked.

           Lila was going to get the all attention she’d ever want.

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Marinette did not sign up for this part 6

this part was broken in two for my sanity.

first part here previous part here ao3 here

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Bruce is many things, including Batman. He is currently trying to figure out how to launch a search party for his daughter’s missing magic jewelry and to find the thieves. (god, he hasn’t even met her yet and she has so many problems. She needs him there already and he isn’t). He is a father to many children who are currently searching for her, and who only just thought to inform him of this fact. On top of that, he is Batman—Justice League, cases, and keeping up his aliases on top of managing his possibly injured son.

What he is not expecting is a call from Hal when he is mid-way through a case while keeping Red Hood down. He is not expecting for Oracle to patch him through, nor is he expecting it to include Diana and Arthur—granted they all know each other’s identities at this point, but still. He would like to be uniform when his allies call him for work. Instead, he’s in civvies, in Jason’s room on his laptop keeping his son in place by sitting at the foot of his bed and shooting him looks on occasion. The only mercy was it being audio only.

“Batman we need to have a talk,” Hal stated.

Jason decided to make a break for it while Bruce was distracted. Bruce tackled his son and dragged him back to bed. “Little busy. Someone with Pegasus’ abilities dropped Hood into the harbor and he’s on bedrest.”

“I object to this treatment! I’m fine!”

“Not until Agent A clears you.”

“Fuck you B.”

“Hood.”

Jason stuck out his tongue and relented for the moment.

“So you’re aware he pulled a gun on a kid?”

Bruce choked at that.

Jason sat up. “First of all, dart gun with knock outs thank you very much, second of all, kid clearly stole Ladybug’s whatever that lets her transform, same with the girl using the cat that clearly has a lot of anxiety and definitely should not be in the field if she’s hyperventilating!”

Bruce could feel Diana being held back by someone. Possibly Hal’s ring, or Arthur.

“That was a teammate certified by the Ladybug and Chat Noir as allowed to use their miraculous given that Ladybug was needed on another mission at the time. Mr. Bug has appeared once before when Ladybug was unable to appear, and Chatte Noire is usually for solo stealth missions but was called to handle this particular akuma.” Arthur explained. “Your son attacked Ladybug’s team and has only made them all more unwilling to allow any contact after Sandboy.”

Bruce froze. His daughter needs help, and is denying the league the right to after Jason’s (well-intentioned) actions.

“Are they—”

“Ladybug has stated that the League may not approach her team during patrol, which was our main contact point. Miss Sting has become their representative for any and all contact, save one Amazonian historian,” Diana hissed. “She is convinced your whole family is trying to kill her now. You are to keep your house out of Paris until this is handled—if it wasn’t for the team being convinced that Red Hood was one of Sandboy’s creations, we would not be allowed to contact her at all!”

Bruce froze. His daughter is terrified of his family—of her family. She thinks they are out to kill her. He need to have a family meeting, now.

“I’ll check their locations and bring them back.”

“You better!”

“It is not wise to anger the Savior and Destroyer, so do so as quickly as possible,” Arthur stressed.

“Seriously Bats, get your house in order.”

“Hey, he’s not in charge of us anymore,” Jason tried to defend, only his voice wasn’t all there. “We’re our own people here. He just makes sure we don’t bleed out at this point.”

“Might want to work on that too.” Bruce wasn’t focusing enough to tell which of them said that.

Jason was shockingly quiet after that, typing absently on his phone.

Bruce needed to fix this. He turned on his kids trackers, only to find they were already in Paris, or… moving toward it. And comms were down.

“Oracle, report.”

“Sorry B, but I think they found her and we may have pinned down Hawkmoth.”

Bruce wanted to scream. He didn’t. “Report the identity to the League and leave Paris, now.”

“… Tim isn’t responding, Cass has plans with a family, and Steph is part of those, so you’re going to have to wait a day or so.”

Jason typed harder, but said nothing. Bruce could feel the self-recrimination and knew better than to intervene just yet. When he put down the phone (and when Bruce finished his own investigation on this matter) they would talk. For now, he had to wait.

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Nino is a lot of things. Amazing director (albeit a tyrant as one), a top notch dj, and a superhero. He is also smart, charming, and very good at reading people and knowing when something is up. Perks of being Carapace and having Wayzz all the time—people’s weaknesses are a lot easier to spot now, and any fronts they try to put up, he already sees right through them. Especially when its someone he’s known forever.

Marinette has been on edge, around the same time as Ladybug started acting up. Granted, finding out she has a pen knife last year by her accidently using it to draw in class that one time did give him a wakeup call on Marinette having a paranoia streak on top of her anxiety, but usually the girl calmed down during school or when she was designing during breaks.

This time, that wasn’t happening. He’s… not sure how to get her to open up on this one. Looking over her shoulder and the constant twitching meant she was probably hit hard by Sandboy last night, and hadn’t recovered yet. He really wished he got a few hits in himself on the akuma—it always messed up everyone afterwards. And Marinette didn’t need the extra stress with her new designs for the Worst Father Ever’s company and tests that week.

And yet here they are, with her on edge. Most of the class was hit, and no one was at a hundred percent and all, he got that but…

“Sandboy?” Nino started, hoping it was casual enough that Marinette didn’t catch how frustrated he was with all of this. Ladybug was missing last night so Mr. Bug was there, Chatte was filling in for Chat and had an anxiety attack, the battle took way too long and it was so painfully clear that Chatte isn’t a hitter and that Mr. Bug is no strategist. Viperion stepped into that role with ease when he managed to get there, but still. The whole situation was messed up and he couldn’t fix it. Even when its hurting his friends.

Marinette let out a shaky breath. “Yeah.”

“Wanna talk about it or…”

“NO! I—I never wanted to, I…” Marinette was at a loss for words again, tugging at her hair.

“Its okay dudette.” He made sure to take her hands out of her hair before she knotted it like she did when they were kids. She hated getting them out after, always cried a bit from how much it hurt with how big her knots would get and how uncooperative they were. “That bad?”

Marinette nodded, curled in a bit. “I never want it to happen for real.”

Nino wasn’t sure what ‘it’ was, but it couldn’t be good. He know how bad some of Sandboy’s nightmares were—getting chased by his own fear of absolute failure being voiced by his idols still stung to this day.

“Hey, if it tries to, you got us—me, my bro, your bestie and let’s not forget Miss “I am the storm” will be there.”

“And Kagami!” Alya added with a grin as she came over with his bro. “She’s already claimed the right to destroy anyone that hurts you.”

Adrien’s grin may as well have split his face. “She has, hasn’t she.”

Marinette turned to fight with Adrien, as something was going on between those two, Adrien clearly had an idea what it was, but given the whole thing with Luka’s fans getting on her back about using him to get famous and the fall out…

Nino shook his head to banish that particular akuma—fans are the worst kind of akuma. Love akuma are really annoying in their abilities, but he can defend against all of their power-sets so far. Fan akumas are always wildcards and he’s usually not the most helpful against them.

He hopes he can keep Ladybug and Marinette safe. His job is to defend and shelter—in and out of the mask. That’s what he’s decided to do, at least.

“Aw, look at them. Now if only they were like this back when operations secret garden was a go.”

Nino raised an eyebrow.

“Nothing you need to worry about, before we got together.”

“Uh huh.” Nino could and would worry about it. Was that a ‘get them together’ operation or a ‘teach Adrien and Marinette how to be people and no run from the sight of each other’ operation?  First year ops outside of the mask were weird and he wasn’t in on them until a few months after he and Alya finally got together (at his best bro and favorite dudette’s brand of meddling).

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Adrien is glad for many things since getting the ring. One of them is his partner and after finding out who she was (post-‘oh my god she hates me as a civilian’ episode), her brand of scheming. Which included (after he got her to conceded that his father may be bad but he is not Hawkmoth level bad) her managing to end up as his Father’s current ‘mentee’ of choice after she won the hat competition, and he showed off the scarf she made him last year. Gabriel had a rule of not working with designers that hadn’t made a name for themselves already—Marinette had by the time she was fourteen as MDC—Jagged Stone and Clara Nightengale’s joint-custody personal designers.

Father only found out MDC was Marinette from the scarf. He’d met Clara again at an event and she had the same style of embroidery and threading. Only it was after Adrien got his scarf.

Marinette plotted this--down to the fashion week event and Clara going to talk to Gabriel about his opinion on the work done to her scarf and how long he thought it would take MDC to make the same thing on a dress, roughly, since the designer does the embroidery by hand instead of letting Clara’s seamstress handle it given the intricate lace-like pattern.

Gabriel had called Marinette on the landline—the landline—that night and offered to mentor her on how to broaden her work for the masses, without taking away from her school and downtime, or interfering with MDC’s work.

So far, Marinette has gathered them a pool of seventy two people, name and contact information, that Markov, Max and Alya are co-investigating as Hawkmoth.

The trade off to all of that is “Marinette” brand consultation under the Gabriel brand, a studio with walk-in and appointed consultations, and being there on time.

Adrien managed to get them there a half hour early, and she still wasn’t relaxed. The unofficial appointment is in twenty minutes, and Marinette is shaken from Sandboy, but doesn’t want to talk about anything Miraculous, and he hasn’t had time for videogames lately, so. Distraction time.

“How did you get into fashion again?” Adrien toyed with his phone, knowing damn well how she ended up this far into fashion, but he did love watching her get worked up and go off.

“First of all, this industry doesn’t make anything for you if you’re short that  isn’t petite, and that’s a nightmare to look for as a kid. Then there was Maman having trouble finding things that fit her nicely and from there looking for women’s or girls clothes is just disappointment after disappointment.”

“How so?” Adrien hid his grin behind his phone.

“How—how so! Your father keeps wanting me to keep pockets out of designs because real pockets aren’t ‘in’ for women’s fashion. Lies! They are always in, women always want pockets and real pockets! Pockets are wonderful and the deeper the better.”

“Mh hm.” Adrien knew that from previous rant sessions.

“Then there’s the whole lack of body types and fits and don’t get me started on every white shirt being seem through, or a button up that doesn’t button right, or both. There is a reason why I make clothes for Mylene and her mom since I started doing commissions in the first place, and that is only one of them!”

Adrien leaned forward then. “So anything else?”

“Fix the sizing system already—using measurements that we already use when getting clothes online for conversion charts, only no ‘small, medium, large’ just the amount of fabric at each measurement and a rough of how it fits on different sizes where from there!”

Adrien checked the time. Ten minutes to, and this guy sounded like the early type.

“Alright, better now?”

Marinette blinked a few times, rage vanishing as she processed what happened. “… yes.”

“Good, feel ready to work out a rough?”

Marinette smirked. “They won’t know what hit them!”

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Tim walked in and decided this candidate was high on his personal choice of who he’s like to be baby bat. The girl had cookies at the ready with coffee (real coffee, making her much better than Marie Ann) and didn’t bat an eyelash at the Wayne name. So either cool under pressure, or doesn’t care for celebrity status, either way a bonus in his books.

Then came how she just… had that same look Bruce gets when working out one of Riddler’s puzzles, only while she was working out a suit for him. She was just in charge of the design portion—Gabriel assured him he’d check over the whole thing and handle production and all. But this suit she worked out in minutes—even grumbling about making sure his pockets were at easy access level for him to grab his phone in case of emergencies and checking over his phone to shape the pocket and cut with that in mind—he likes it.

Given her features, she wouldn’t be out of place in the family—blue eyes and black hair for the win once again. And she clearly understood professionalism, even if she was being monitored by Gabriel’s son who seemed content to let her operate without asking any questions beyond asking him if he had any fabrics he didn’t want or any skin sensitivities.

Her measurement taking was faster than he was used to with tailors, and she admitted it was a double check and checking the fits he already uses to further incorporate it into the design.

No matter how this pans out, he’s decided he’s keeping her on as a designer at the very least. And that Janet’s DNA test comes back negative. This Marinette is his new favorite pick, and she wouldn’t stick out like a sore thumb. Plus, she already wears her hair like Ladybug and turned that into a casual nickname, so extra bonus on secret identity keeping cred if she is.

Now he just needs to find out if she really is and then drop the bomb on her while working out if she’s undercover working Gabriel/Hawkmoth, or not. If she is, damn. If not, he’s giving her ‘spot the bad guy’ lessons, price—one cup of coffee.

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next part is in the works, its just a lot lore-wise and detective-wise with bats talking to Baby Bat with No Idea its Baby Bat until whoops, too late. Oops

anyone knows how to add the readmore, feel free to comment or message me

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Haphazard heroine

@myhusbandsasemni and I are making a story which you’ve seen the villain boi on her account. Mine is Blanche Parker, whose hero name is “Polaris.” She recently got her powers and doesn’t know how to hero. Her powers are from a mystical galaxy creature who made a contract with her. Despite her pretty outfit she is full of anger and past family trauma.

I guess a tag list is a thing... if anyone is interested I can start one.

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“Quite the costume.” A hero said. Polaris looked over, the villain in front of her writhed on the ground with a bullet in her shoulder. He was tall. Seeming to be solemn, hiding it behind a half smile. “A shame you don’t know how to fight in that pretty dress.”

Polaris clenched her fists. Princess, Precious, little girl. She was sick of it. Adding to the fire was the fact that she was so bad at this. Her rescuer looked over to see a fist aimed at his jaw. He dodged just in time, shock spread on his face. “What are you doing?”

The phone in her hand morphed, bright colors almost blinding her opponent for a moment. The hero uncovered his face to see a long whip lashing through the air at him. With a shout he let it wrap around his arm. Polaris fell forward as he tugged hard. Before she could get up the man was there and pinned her wrist over the other, Polaris looking up while on her stomach, the man in front of her. “Don’t like that?” He said with a sneer. He could see the anger in her eyes. He knew what was going on here. Losing himself to the moment he leaned forward and whispered with a daring look. “Then do something about it.”

With a sudden and powerful thrust Polaris pulled her arms back and rammed her head forward. The hero bit his tongue as she made contact. The whip a few feet away flashed as it disappeared and reappeared in her hand now in the shape of a gun. She shot him. Once he looked up from the pain she was above him and kicked him to the ground. “I’m sick of you people!” She shouted at him. “What are you smiling at?” That dumb half smile made the anger in her chest unbearable. Before receiving an answer her leg was swept from under her. She didn’t know how, but she couldn’t stop to figure it out. He was above her. Her body went cold as she felt a cloth pressed against her face. Don’t breathe! Don’t breathe! She told herself. Even as she yelled at herself her body forced breaths through the cloth, barely getting air into her lungs but sucking in enough of the drug on the cloth to knock her out.

As her body went limp the hero sat back with a long tired sigh. “You’re gonna be a handful.” He said.

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Blanche breathed deeply and stretched her limbs out. She jolted up in the middle of her stretch. She was back in her jeans and jacket, her transformation had let up. Her face exposed. Where was she? Blanche jumped off the bed to her feet, running out of the room. To her surprise she saw the blond haired hero from earlier. No mask. No costume. He was in civilian clothes. His eyes were a brighter blue than her own. She wasn’t into middle aged men but she had to admit that if he was a movie star, he would be pretty popular amongst women. She pushed that aside. He was a creep. He drugged and kidnapped her. Who knew what he was going to do with her.

“I didn’t touch you.” He said. “Nothing besides patching you up and carrying you here.” He saw the smoke coming off Blanche’s head.

“Is that supposed to help you get on my good side.” She sneered brattily as she crossed her arms.

“I prefer older women and if I was to steal from the cradle, I think I could find a prettier face.” He smiled.

“What do you want?”

“I’d like to know your name.” The man got up from his bar stool and grabbed some day old take out and warmed it up in the microwave. Blanche only glared at him. “Daxton Benette McCoy.” He said. He leaned against his counter and looked back at the girl.

“Polaris is fine for now.”

Daxton snapped his fingers and half pointed at her. “I’ll call you Delores.”

“Call me Deloras and I’ll shoot you again. How’s that bruise?”

Daxton chuckled as he rubbed the right side of his stomach. Her bullets were like paintballs. “Alright, Polaris. Listen, I don’t just go and kidnap magical girl wannabes. I’ve heard about you. Saving the little guys. Nothing very big. That’s fine. Not everyone needs to save the president from terrorists or aliens. But here’s the thing.” He lifted a finger as he pulled the food from the microwave. “You can’t help the little guys if you die trying.” He dropped a plate with noodles on the table. Glaring her in the eye seriously.

“And what?” Blanche took the food and a fork in a cup full of utensils. “I’m supposed to dynamic duo with some creep who drugged and kidnapped me?”

“That or get kidnapped by an actual creep, because you don’t know what you’re doing.”

Blanche sneered at the idea but didn’t want to let this guy win the argument. There wasn’t any good points for her to make so she fell back on one of her favorite answers as a woman. Silence.

He chuckled bitterly. “Nevermind, silly of me to think you were smart.”

Blanche slammed the plate on the table, smashing it accidentally with her super strength. She began another fight. Daxton wasn’t in the mood. He already did this and he didn’t feel like tearing up his apartment. Before Blanche could tell what happened she realized she had fallen back and her jacket was nailed to the coffee table by several knives and a gun was in her face.

“Like I said.” He didn’t mean to aim his gun at her, force of habit. “You don’t want to take my offer, fine.” He put the gun away. “Stop attacking me.” Once she had some sort of control over herself he pulled the knives out of the darkened wood. “I don’t want anything to do with you either, sugarcakes, I’m just making sure you don’t get yourself killed.” He stretched his arms out to the side and then let them fall.

Daxton let Blanche sleep in his bed while he was on the couch. As angry as she was Blanche was leaning towards his help. She got hurt too often on her won and she had been wanting a teacher for a while. She locked the door behind her. The bed was nice but she hated the smell. It felt wrong to be in a stranger’s bed. Especially when it smelled so heavily of a middle aged man. What would her mother say? “Nevermind.” She scoffed. Blanche remembered she didn’t care what her mother thought, or any of her family. Despite the smell she fell right to sleep. That fight that Daxton interrupted was long and tiring.

“Hey, wake up.” Daxton said. Blanche woke up and wacked his hand away. Her eyes glanced at the door to see it wide open. “There’s a training opportunity going on. You’re gonna take care of it while I watch and analyze.”

“The more you talk the more you sound like a creep.” Blanche growled.

He led her to the roof via the fire escape. Blanche paused to stare at the city. She tried to at least. Daxton jerked her in the direction of the villain. It wasn’t much of a villain. It was seemingly just a girl. Though she was dressed heavily in the classic introvertedly social reject. She wore tight pants and a giant jacket that she rolled the sleeves up to. She had piercings in her lip nose and around the border of her ears.

“Someone shops at Villians’R’us.” Blanche said. Daxton was glaring at her. She didn’t know why till he looked her up and down. With a roll of the eyes a bright light ran down her body and she was in her hero get up. She glared at his smile. He found her super suit amusing.

“Sorry.” He chuckled. “I’m not used to little girls in dresses superheroing.”

“Well, if you’re going to teach me you better get used to it.” Blanche jumped off and an umbrella appeared in her hand.

“I’ll call her Poppins.” he laughed.

Polaris made it to the ground and the criminal girl laughed. “If I was a dude there would have been a sparkly bubbly background behind you while you descended. Aw, man!” She stopped to laugh more. “Who the heck are you, Princess?”

The villain squealed as she avoided a whip above her head. “Aw, C’mon! We can be besties and braid each other’s hair.” She pulled out an bow made of some strange energy and material. A arrow of seemingly the same thing Shot past Polaris and it blew up as it hit the building behind her. Blanche’s face dropped but she took note of a bow and arrow as a weapon. She stood no chance against this girl with it though, she would stick to the whip. Blanche managed to get it to wrap around the bow and the villain let go with a yelp. The edge of the whip wacked her arm.

“Braid that.” Polaris sneered. She jumped back as her opponent recovered quickly and came at Polaris with a long and elegant dagger.

“Oh, and by the way I’m Juniper.” The criminal said as she lifted her blade up in the air. Polaris heard Juniper yell as she was pulled back. She looked up to see Daxton. He was wearing his mask and Leather jacket.

“Delta Foxtrot.” He said with a smile. Her blade was in his hand and his foot was on her stomach, pressing hard enough to keep her there. He gestured to Blanche. “Polaris.”

The sirens came into earshot. “Let’s hurry.” Delta said. He ziptied Juniper’s hands together, along with combining a few to keep her ankles together. He helped Polaris up and they snuck away by back alleys. She was quiet as they escaped.

Delta wasn’t seen as a hero. There was some information never released to the public. He knew Polaris had no idea. Nonetheless, she was too busy thinking to question why they were running away. It took Daxton only a minute to take her down and she was almost killed.

She looked up at him. “Blanche Parker.”

“What?”

“My name, idiot.”

“Oh. Blanche. You’re mom hate you? That’s a… it’s a name. Sorry. Can I just call you parker or something else?”

“If you come up with something good, old man.”

“Fair enough. I’m guessing Delores is still off the table. Let’s see...Bethany.”

“No.”

“I’ll come up with something. C’mon. You really need some training. I know a place.”

Blanche sighed but followed. Maybe when she came back she wouldn’t get hurt so much. The hospital was getting concerned and were ready to take her in and make sure she wasn’t suicidal. She was running out of lies to tell them.

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If you read that whole thing. Thank you ;-;

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Volpina: Rewritten Series

And now.... the moment you’ve all been waiting for...

Some goddamn Lila salt.

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Summary: A new classmate with a crush on Jon sets the Jon Protection Squad in motions trying to prove that she’s a liar. Jon being blinded by making a new friend doesn’t see through her lies at first until she talks about something personal to him. What about the book though? What about Damian? What about Jon dangling off the fricken Eiffel Tower? What about Chat’s crush? (Just read)

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Adrien walked into the school to see Damian staring up the the outdoor hallways. Adrien had had a very eventful morning stealing from his father’s safe. Marinette and Alya walked up as well and looked up so Adrien did too. The sight was horrifying, Jon was being willingly dragged to the library by a girl.

“Who is she?” Damian, Adrien, and Marinette all asked at the same time. Alya laughed at the protective behavior and ranted about a new girl named Lila who was friends with famous people and was saved by her new bestie Chat Noir.

This girl was not going to get away with this.

The three walked up to the library to spy and Plagg teased Adrien from his pocket about loosing his “boyfriend” on the way. They sat at a table across from Lila and Jon who were talking about Ladybug. Jon looked uninterested. Adrien pulled out his father’s book to use as cover and Tikki looked up and saw the cover and gasped. She needed to get that book.

Marinette tried texting Jon to get him away from the liar but wen his phone went off, Lila saw that he had a picture of Chat Noir as his screen saver.

“You know, Chat has personally saved me before. We’re practically attached at the hip,” Lila said and Jon’s eyes lit up.

Damian rolled his eyes and looked at Jon in disappointment. He had trained him better than to believe such simple lies.

“We can’t talk here though, we could go to the park,” Lila offered and Jon’s phone went off with a text from his Aunt Sabine telling him to come home after school to help her with something. If there was one thing that Jon had learned about his aunt, it’s to never make her mad. 

“Maybe later, my aunt needs me for something,” Jon said going to get up.

“Text me when we can meet!” Lila yelled as Jon left the table. Adrien grabbed his bag and ran after Jon leaving the book on the table. Damian had let too so Marinette grabbed the book and put it in her bag for Tikki.

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Jon eventually did meet up with Lila in the park and Adrien was watching.

“Chat and I are very close because we have something in common, I’m the descendant of one of the rulers of Argo one of the lost cities of Krypton. My mother and I came here on a vacation and ended up loving it so we never went back and I became a superhero like my great grandmother, Volpina,” Lila said and Jon’s eyes started to narrow. “Just between you and me, Chat doesn’t even make the top ten on the heroes list.”

Adrien was pissed and if Superboy were there, he would be pissed too at this liar’s words about his home planet. Adrien transformed and jumped down in front of two.

“Oh, hey Lila, I saw your interview on the Ladyblog great job by the way. I especially liked the part where you said that we are besties and how you claimed to be a kryptonian which isn’t possible since the planet died over a dozen years ago. You know, people always tell me to never trust a girl with sausage hair and I never thought I would say this, but they were right!” Chat said hands on his hips. Lila got up and ran away crying. Jon looked over at Chat with hurt in his eyes.

“You didn’t have to be so hard on her, I get that she lied but I wanted to give her a chance to explain herself and to make it right,” Jon said crossing his arms and walking away from Chat who looked at the ground.

“I’m sorry,” Chat whispered.

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Lila stomped angrily around the town. “My chances with Jon, ruined! I hate you Chat Noir!” Lila screamed before a butterfly flew into her necklace.

Lila created a meteor that fell from the sky that she was going to stop all on her own. Chat looked up from across town and ran meeting up with Robin halfway there.

Marinette yelled at a sulking Jon to rush to downtown and stop a meteor pointing to it but Jon didn’t see a meteor there was only a clear sky. They flew over to the Louvre and Jon still couldn’t see anything.

“What meteor!” Superboy yelled and the other three just looked at him like he was crazy. Ladybug smacked him across the face. A girl in a fox costume threw the meteor back up into the sky and made an announcement to all of Paris that Jon couldn’t see or hear. 

On a nearby rooftop the real Volpina showed up and put her hand on Superboy’s shoulder. “Did you get stage fright Superboy? I hope I didn’t show you up too much,” Volpina said putting a hand on Superboy’s shoulder. Robin reached for his sword and Ladybug looked at him and Robin reluctantly released the hilt. 

Robin grabbed Superboy when he saw that his eyes were starting to dull. Robin dialed Superman.

“Hey, you guys on a mission or something?” Clark asked walking through his office.

“Yes, Superboy here couldn’t see a giant meteor falling and when the girl that stopped it touched his shoulder, something weird happened,” Robin said feeling his partner’s head.

“Magic, there are few things that can hurt a kryptonian but magic is one of them, keep him as far away from this girl as possible,” Clark said, “I have to go to a meeting, good luck Damian.”

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Apparently the others figured out the truth too when a fake Hawkmoth showed up. 

“She’s going to the bakery after Jon!” Chat yelled and Superboy flew back to his house and waited for her to show up.

Volpina jumped through the window and stood in front of Jon.

“Jon, I wanted to wait to show you but things got a little complicated,” Volpina said.

“Lila?” Jon asked backing up. Chat jumped through the window. Robin and Ladybug stood outside waiting for Chat to finish up.

“Alright liar, let’s wrap this up!” Chat said and Volpina stood in front of Jon holding his hands.

“He’s just jealous cause he’ll never have what we have, the love that we share,” Volpina said getting a wolfish grin on her face squeezing Jon’s hands tighter.

“Um, sorry but I don’t really count that as a date,” Jon said pulling his hands back and kicking Volpina in the chest back toward Chat. She created illusions of herself as Jon ran out of the room to change back into Superboy.

Volpina took “Jon” away to the Eiffel Tower and Chat jumped down next to Ladybug, Robin, and Superboy. 

“She’s taking Jon!” Chat yelled getting ready to jump after them.

“That’s not Jon!” the other three yelled at the same time.

“How are you so sure?” Chat asked before going to look back in Jon’s room again.

“I can’t see the illusions, there’s no way that’s Jon out there,” Superboy said and after Chat went through Jon’s room, he looked up.

“Really, cause Jon’s gone!” Chat said jumping off the the Eiffel Tower. 

Superboy stood there facepalming. “I’m not even going to try to get out of this one.” 

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Volpina stood at the top of the Eiffel Tower dangling Jon over the edge. She demanded that they give up their miraculous to save Jon. Chat went to reach for his ring but Ladybug threw her yoyo at the illusion.

She used her lucky charm to save the day and Chat walked over to Lila and offered her his hand.

“I’m sorry for what I said earlier and I’d like to get to know the real you if you would give me a chance,” Chat said.

“You’re right Chat, we’ll never be friends,” Lila said slapping his hand and walking away.

“Harsh,” Superboy said with a hand of Chat’s shoulder.

“Wait, where’s Jon!” Chat asked before going to jump of the edge of the Eiffel Tower to go to the bakery. 

Superboy flew after him arriving there around a minute before him. Jon jumped into the shower wetting himself to make it look like he had just taken a shower and grabbed some pants and a towel. Jon heard a knock on his window and ran over to open it shirtless with a towel wrapped around his face. 

Chat looked at Jon and almost fell off of the windowsill. Jon realized that he didn’t have on glasses and pulled the towel down further running over to grab his glasses. 

“Oh, hey Chat,” Jon said placing his glasses on and looking over at the blonde boy. Chat was still staring at Jon’s lean body and four pack.

“H-hi, I j-just came over to see h-how you were doing and clearly you’re fine so...”Chat said turning to leave but Jon grabbed his shoulder and turned him around.

“Thanks for saving me or at least protecting me. I’m happy to have someone looking out for me,” Jon said hugging Chat and smiling up at him blue eyes glowing through his black lashes. Chat’s vision almost goes black again.

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“You’re sure this is the book Tikki?” Marinette asked.

“Yes, and I think it’s time or you to meet someone, the Great Guardian,” Tikki said clapping her hands together.

They arrived at a massage parlor. Damian just happened to be walking across the street with a swooning Jon.

“Your cousin is going somewhere strange Jon,” Damian said and Jon just ignored him and got back to talking about Chat.

 Marinette entered and saw an old man sitting there.

“Hello Ladybug.”

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SEASON ONE IS OVER!!!!! WOOT WOOT! Special thanks to @loveswifi to sitting there with me over google hangouts and talking out the whole episode with me and giving me tons of ideas! She really helped me with the entire series and we are up to Riposte talking it out so you guys can expect those soon.

@loveswifi @ash-amg @mochegato @wannajointhecrabcult 

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The Designer, Her Model and Her Hero (1)

For the ML Secret Santa @mlsecretsanta exchange. This is my gift to @chelseaapproved

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3

“For the millionth time Plagg, Marinette it’s just a very good friend” Adrien said exasperated. His Kuami was convinced that the boy had feelings for his classmate and was taking the opportunity to tease him once they got to the bathroom before leaving school to go to Marinette´s place for the afternoon.

According to what the little cat kept saying over and over again for the past few months, his chosen -more often than not- showed a softer side for the pigtailed girl who sat behind him at school and now that the boy had agreed, or rather offered himself as the model for her latest fashion competition, Plagg didn’t seemed able to shut up about it.

The assignment was to present a model, male or female, wearing a business casual outfit with a twitch.  The aspiring designer´s first choice had been Alya, but once he overheard them talking about it at their free period he got strangely annoyed and jump at the opportunity to volunteer as a replacement once Marinette´s bestie confirmed that she would most likely be on a trip with her family the same weekend of the event.

Marinette got a little nervous and mumble something about measurements, closeness and fittings that Adrien didn’t quite understand but with the help of an exited Alya and an amused Nino they manage to get her on board.

Marinette tried to at least convince her other friends to join her an Adrien for the first session but Alya had plans to hang out at the zoo with Nino even though he didn’t seem to have any idea about it.

“Plans for the zoo, you say?” Marinette asked.

“Yes! Important plans!” Alya answer with confidence.

“Plans your boyfriend had no idea beforehand” skepticism written all over beautiful blue bell eyes.

“What are you suggesting Marinette?” Alya said smugly “That I´m making up excuses to ditch you alone with your new model? Now why would I do that?” then turned her attention to the boys “Any guesses, Adrien?”

Adrien was taken aback and asked Marinette instead “Want me to try to come up with an answer?

“No!” Shouted Marinette

“Yes!” Said Alya at the same time so the boy turned to Nino whispering “Should I get involve?”

His friend just laugh and place a hand to his shoulder moving him from where the girls were arguing again.

“Dude, time has taught me that when they get like it’s better to just move far, far away and not get any of those girl’s attention when they argue. Believe me when I tell you that you never, ever, want to get in the middle of that and that nothing, and I mean nothing, you say is going to be the right thing to let out of your mouth”

After a hiss from Marinette and an apology from Alya they took off, each couple on a different direction. The walk to the bakery was quiet and Adrien felt like maybe he was imposing on his designer friend with this contest thing.

“I can help you look for another model if you prefer” he said once they were about to enter her building and Marinette was still as nervous as she´s been the entire walk.

“Why? You don´t want to do it anymore?” She asked with big sad eyes.

“No! It´s not that at all, I´m the one who offered, remember? It’s just that you weren’t really sure and we pressure you. Then the argument at the school steps with Alya before leaving… and you´re awfully silent since we left those two.”

She seem genuinely disappointed that he even suggested another person to help with the contest. -Does she want me or not- He thought -she is definitely giving me mixed signals-

“I´m sorry. I was just… umm... Just... Distracted” She hurried to reassure him

“Distracted?”

“Yeah… thinking about… umm… alterations! Alterations to the design because I have cero time to start from scratch so I´m keeping the original design I had for Alya that I loved. Now I have to make it a good fit for your masculine I mean male body” She said it all in one go and got a little fluster at the end.  They entered the front door to the bakery, said a quick hello to her parents and went upstairs to start working.

Once she began adapting her concepts for a boy´s body and showing him her ideas something occurred to him.  It could be distracting for the judges if they knew he was a professional, not to mention what the other contestants may assume given that he was also the heir to a fashion empire, so they agreed that in order to make this all about the design and not the famous guy wearing it, the twitch in the project should be a fashionable mask.  Marinette´s first suggestion was to make it Chat Noir´s stile, but sensing Adrien´s discomfort she rapidly discarded the sketch, or rather saved it for another occasion.  It was a great design after all and she was very fond of the Cat super hero.

“I´m sure you can come up with something different, Marinette. You are really talented… I mean, look at this sketches and it’s only been a week since you started working on them for Alya” Adrien said to a blushing Marinette while admiring the first drafts for the alterations.

“T-thanks Adrien, I guess is better to go with something completely original for the mask as well.  Something that doesn’t make you look like someone else but rather something inspired by you” Marinette answer trying to minimize her stutter and then added in a low voice “and you are plenty inspiring”

“What?” Adrien turned to look at her.

“What?!” she panicked

“I´m sure I heard you say something else”

“No you didn´t” She said with a high pitch voice.

“Okay, I must be imagining things” He dismissed, smiling and returning his attention to her design book.

Marinette let out a sigh and resume her search for types of masks on her tablet.  She didn’t remember to change her computer home screen so turning that device on was in no case an option near this particular visitor.

She actually unplugged it just to be sure it wouldn’t activate by accident.

The rest of the afternoon was relatively calm, as where the other days they got together to resume her work.  Marinette found it easier to be around Adrien when focused on her project, so even the day when she had to actually touch him for measurements, they survived with minimal blushing and stuttering from both.

The mask she ended up making covered almost all of his face, leaving just his right eye on display which, according to the judges, was one of the most interesting parts of the garment.  She also gained extra points for originality since most of the other contestants went with different mixes of denim and formal fabric (denim shirt and black slacks or denim pants with suit jackets).  Marinette opted for a look more on edge, having a trending journalist as her first inspiration and a young hot model as her second.

The attire was what could be described as simple but chick and could easily be worn every day.  Adrien did the catwalk that day in a white form fitting white polo shirt with black skinny trousers and a simple but elegant leather jacket at hand that he put on at the end of the road.

She won the first place. 

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“You know kid… at this point I’m going to need some proof” The black cat resumed the teasing while eating what felt like the must smelly cheese known to men.

“You keep saying that she’s just your friend, but I could sense the love in the air since you gave her your umbrella. And that was like three whole years ago”

“It was pouring outside and we happened to have a ride home, she didn’t” Adrien defended while cleaning the excess of makeup he used to disguise the one eye he had on display for the contest.

“She lives across the street from school, but whatever” Plagg continued unimpressed “Anyway… you ditched Kagamy on your first date to help Marinette up when she felt on the ice and then went running after her, followed her to the bathroom, even though she had her own date there”

“I... I ran after a friend upset. That’s how friendship works, you should try it sometime” The boy turned to poke on the cats little belly

“Again, I will need some prove. You kept trying to date fencing girl and somehow always got back to your soft looks directed to the baker.  After today? Nothing you say will make me change my mind” Plagg insisted

“She won, I was next to her as her model! Would you have want me to ignore her and not congratulate her? I was right there and just…”

“And just have to get so overly excited?” Adrien was interrupted “You carry her and turned in circles with her on your arms… her feet didn’t touch the floor for at least half a minute there” The smirk in Plagg´s expression could be even overheard.

“It was a big contest! This can open all kinds of doors for Marinette, so what if I was happy for her… Of course I care about Mari, she is my friend”

“If you call her your friend one more time I’m going to scream” The Kwami said “Just for my sanity and I believe for your happiness, go and try to prove me wrong”

“Okay! I’ll go and prove it to you. Plagg transform me” Adrien roared already in his transformation pose.

“I didn’t mean right now….” Plagg snarled as he was suctioned to the ring.

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Please Tell Me I’m Awake Right Now

(Part 11)

Adrien left shortly after Marinette started emptying the contents of her closet onto the floor.  It had barely registered in her mind what was happening when he walked over, kissed her on the cheek, transformed, and bounded off into the night. 

Marinette stood in the middle of her mess and panicked.  She needed help.  So, she pulled out her phone and frantically texted Alya. 

Marinette- OMG ALYA

Alya- Well, well, well…

Alya- The princess is back from her date. 

Marinette- I need your help. 

Alya- Do I need to kick sunshine’s butt?

Marinette- What? 

Marinette- No

Alya- Good

Alya- What do you need help with?

Marinette- I got invited to a really big Gabriel event, and I have to go to Adrien’s house to pick out a dress tomorrow.

Alya- The princess got invited to a ball?  How romantic. 

Marinette- Alya!  This is serious!

Alya- I’m still not seeing where you need my help. 

Marinette- I have to go to brunch before I pick out the dress. 

Alya- ...and that’s a problem because…

Marinette- I DON’T KNOW WHAT TO WEAR! 

Alya- lol

Alya- Only you would have that problem.

Alya- You have the most clothes out of anyone I know. 

Marinette- He’s a designer!

Alya- So.  You’re a designer. 

Marinette- IT’S NOT THE SAME

Alya- Chill, girl. 

Alya- Wear the green one that you made. 

Alya- That way you’ll match sunshine’s eyes. ;)

Marinette- Yeah, that’s actually good.  Thanks!

Alya- You are welcome.  Now...GO TO BED. 

Marinette- lol

Marinette- Goodnight, bestie. 

Alya- Night, girl! 

Marinette grabbed the green sundress from one of the many piles on her floor.  It was a clean-cut, a-line with a thick black stripe at the bottom.  Around the waist sat a simple black ribbon that fashioned into a bow. 

She put on the dress and examined herself in the mirror.  Marinette turned and twirled, but she still felt uneasy. 

“You look so pretty in that one, Marinette!” Tikki noted sweetly. 

“Thanks, but I don’t know.  Is it enough?”  Marinette shot her Kwami a worried glance. 

“Why don’t you ask Adrien?”

“Good idea, Tikki!”

Marinette stood in front of the mirror and snapped a picture of her outfit.  When she was satisfied with the clarity of the image, she reopened the texting app and clicked on Adrien’s name. 

Marinette- Are you still awake?

Adrien- Hey there, beautiful!  Miss me already?

Marinette- I need your help. 

Adrien- What’s wrong?

Adrien- Do you need me to come back over?  I can be there in 5 minutes. 

She mentally chastised herself.  “First, I freak out Alya, and now Adrien.  I really need to work on my word choice in texts.  I probably gave him a heart attack.”

Marinette began composing her response when a rapid series of messages bombarded her notifications.  

Adrien- You’re not answering. 

Adrien- Are you okay?

Adrien- Marinette?

Adrien- Hold on.  I’m coming back. 

Marinette- NO

Marinette- Don’t. Please, I’m fine. 

Marinette- However, I do appreciate the concern, kitty. :)

Adrien- Thank God. 

Adrien- Sorry.  I guess I just get worried easily. 

Adrien- Okay...what do you need help with?

She attached the picture of her to a text and pressed send. 

Marinette- Does this look okay for tomorrow?

Adrien- My goodness…

Adrien- ...you are stunning.

Marinette- Thanks, but does the dress look okay?

Marinette- I want to look good for brunch.

Marinette- I’m just not sure. 

Marinette- Yeah...I’ll just try something else. 

She tossed her phone onto the chaise and began rummaging through another pile on the floor.  Her ringtone pierced the quiet as she found another dress to try on. 

Marinette ran to her phone and looked at the name on the screen.  Adrien was FaceTiming her. 

She picked up the call.  Marinette was greeted by an Adrien with messy hair, a gray t-shirt, and black, square-rimmed glasses.  His head was resting on a fluffy, white pillow, and he was staring at her with a sleepy smile. 

“I didn’t know you had glasses!” Marinette said excitedly. 

Adrien scrunched his face.  “Yeah...they’re new.  I got my eyes tested a few weeks ago, and it turns out that...just like my dad...I’m a little far sighted.  They arrived the other day.  Of course, father insisted on getting designer, so they took longer to come in the mail.  I wear them to read and do my homework.  I just finished some Chinese drills, and I didn’t take them off.  Sorry.”

Marinette smirked.  “Why are you apologizing?  They make you look kind of hot.”

He turned on his side, propped his head on his hand, and wiggled his eyebrows.  “Only ‘kind of hot’?”

Marinette rolled her eyes.  “Don’t let it go to your head, Mr. Model, but yes, I do find you conventionally attractive.”

“Well, if that’s the case, then I have absolutely no problem telling my girlfriend that she is going to be beautiful and/or drop-dead gorgeous in anything that she puts on.  She also needs to stop worrying about looking good enough because she’s already wonderful without the perfect outfit.  I say this as one attractive person to another.”

“I just want to make a good impression.”

“He’s already met you before.”

“Yeah, but not as your girlfriend.”

“He’s never had anything bad to say about you in the past.  Trust me...if he didn’t like you, he would not be quiet about it.  He HATES Nino.  My best friend is not even allowed in the house.  My dad actually invited you over, AND it was his idea.  He doesn’t hate you.”

“Yet…”

“Marinette...breathe.  I will be next to you the whole time.  Everything will be okay.  I love you, and I will never let anything happen to you.”

She closed her eyes and allowed the gentleness of his voice to soothe her anxiety.  It was like listening to a hug.  She could almost feel the comforting touch of his strong arms embracing her. 

“Try to get some sleep, bugaboo,” he suggested, “It’s been a long day.  On top of everything that happened in our civilian lives, we had to battle an Akuma.  You must be exhausted.  Just think, before you know it, I will be there to come and pick you up in the morning.”

Marinette hung her head.  “You’re right.  I’m sorry.  I must be keeping you awake, as well.  You probably want to get to sleep.”

“Talking with you is always time well spent.  You are welcome to call me whenever...day or night.”

“Why are you so amazing?”

“Caring for someone as incredible as you comes easily.”

Marinette blushed.  She squeaked and dropped her phone onto the chaise.  Muffled laughter could be heard emanating from the fallen device. 

She picked up the phone and shot Adrien the grumpiest look she could muster. “Hey!”

“I’m sorry, Princess, but you are just too adorable.  But seriously...go to sleep, Marinette.  You will feel better about all this in the morning.”

Marinette’s expression softened into a smile.  “Okay.  BUT...before we stop talking...you’re going to wear those glasses more often right?”

“Uhm...yes?  I’ll wear them when I need them.”

“Good.  I want to see those in person.”

Adrien chuckled and yawned.  “Whatever you want, my lady.”

“Goodnight, Chaton.”

“Goodnight.  I love you.”

“I love you, too.”  Marinette pressed the end call button and sighed. 

Tikki zoomed over to her chosen.  “Adrien is right, Marinette.  You should go to sleep.”

Marinette smiled.  “Yeah.  Let’s go to bed.”

She quickly tossed her clothes back into the closet and climbed into bed.  The moment her head hit the pillow, she fell fast asleep.

***

Morning arrived quickly, and Marinette jumped out of bed at the first sound of her alarm.  Usually, she would hit the snooze button multiple times before getting up, but today she was vibrating with excitement.  Adrien had been right.  She did feel much better after a good night’s sleep.

She quickly put on her green sundress and slipped on a pair of black flats.  Marinette then pulled her hair into a low bun at the base of her hairline.  She finished her look by applying light, natural make-up.

She stood confidently in front of the mirror and smiled.

“Today is going to be a good day,” she thought to herself, “You have an incredible boyfriend who loves you, and your favorite designer wants to have brunch with you.  Then later today, you get to put on a beautiful dress and attend a REAL event in the fashion world.  You are Ladybug.  You are MARINETTE DUPAIN-CHENG.  You are smart and confident.”

A soft knock sounded from the hatch to her room.  Marinette spun around clumsily towards the noise and unceremoniously tripped on her own feet.  She landed on the ground with a thud and a groan.

The trap door creaked open, revealing a wide-eyed Adrien.

“Is everything okay?  I heard a…” he cut himself off when he saw Marinette getting up off the floor and smoothing down her dress.  

“I’m fine,” she grumbled still fiddling with the hem of her skirt.

Adrien walked into the room and over to Marinette.  He pulled her into his arms and looked her in the eyes.

“Did you hurt yourself?” he asked softly.

Marinette scoffed.  “No more than usual.”

Adrien leaned in and placed a tender peck on her lips.  “Send this kiss to where it needs to go.”

“Hmmmm,” Marinette said with a grin, “I actually think it hurts a little bit more than I initially thought.  I think I might need more kisses.”

“Well, if my Princess requires assistance, who am I to refuse?”  Adrien wiggled his eyebrows.

His hands moved to the sides of her face as Marinette closed the gap.  Adrien left a lingering kiss on her lips.  Marinette felt her toes curl and her leg lift into the air as she deepened the kiss.

Adrien was the first to pull away.  “Any better, my lady?”

Marinette giggled.  “That’ll do for now, kitty.”

He tucked a tendril of hair behind her ear and bit his lip.  He backed away, and his eyes scanned her outfit.

“Have I told you that you look beautiful today?” he remarked.

“No, you’re slacking,” Marinette teased.

“How careless of me.”

“I guess you’ll just have to make it up to me somehow.”

“And...pray tell...how exactly would I do that?”

“ Hmmmm...maybe you should put on those glasses for me.”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, and then…”

Plagg zipped over and hovered between the couple before they were able to continue their flirting session.  “As sickeningly adorable as this exchange is, may I remind you that your father is expecting you in 20 minutes.”

“Did...did you just show genuine concern?” Adrien asked, stifling back laughter. 

“No...I just...no.”  Plagg crossed his arms and turned away from his chosen.

“I love you, too, Plagg.” Adrien used his finger to pet in between his Kwami’s ears.  He then turned to Marinette.  “He’s right.  We really do need to get going.”

She hesitated.  “Are you sure this dress looks good enough?”

Adrien smiled.  “Princess, the word ‘good’ will never be enough to describe you.  It’s beautiful.  You’re stunning.”

Marinette blushed and covered her mouth with her hands.  Adrien removed one of the hands from her face and gently coaxed her towards the hatch.  

“Oh, wait!”  She ran back to her desk and grabbed her sketchbook.  “I wanted to bring my designs with me...or do you think it’s too much?”

“My love, that sounds perfect.  It’s a wonderful idea.  Now, come...please...we really have to go,” Adrien shot her a pleading look.

The duo bounded down the stairs, out of the apartment, and into the bakery.

“Are you two kids headed off now?” Tom asked with a smile.

“Yes, papa.  I’ll see you a little later when I come back to get ready before the gala,”  Marinette said quickly, hugging her father goodbye.

Sabine walked in from the kitchen and handed Adrien a large box of pastries.  “These are for you to share with your father, Adrien.  You two have fun!”

“Thank you, Mrs. Cheng,” Adrien replied politely.

Once they were out of the bakery, they hopped into the back of his car.  They soon reached the front gates of the Agreste Mansion.  The car came to a stop, and Adrien ran to the other side of the vehicle to open Marinette’s door.  He extended his arm for her to take, and he guided her into his house.  Inside, they were greeted by the sight of Gabriel Agreste waiting for them on the stairs in the foyer.

“Hello, father.”  Adrien took Marinette’s hand in his own.

“Good morning, Adrien, and welcome, Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng,” Gabriel said with a subtle nod.

“Thank you for having me, Monsieur Agreste, and please...call me Marinette,” she remarked sweetly.  Marinette smiled and clutched her sketchbook close to her chest.

Gabriel’s eyes tracked the movement of Marinette’s arm.  “I’m glad you could join us, Marinette.”  

“Father,” Adrien began, “Marinette’s parents sent us with some pastries from their bakery.”

“That’s very considerate of them.  Please send my thanks to your family, Marinette,” Gabriel paused for a moment, “However, I must ask...what kind of book is that in your hand?”

Marinette glanced nervously at Adrien.  He squeezed her hand reassuringly and smiled while mouthing the words “it’s okay”.

She stood up straight and took a deep breath.  “I brought my designs with me today, sir.”

Gabriel smiled.  “That’s a bold move.  It shows drive and ambition, both of which are necessities in the fashion world.  Is it right of me to presume that it is your goal to become a designer?”

“Yes, sir.”

“Very good.  I would like to see your sketches over brunch.  My intern recruiter spoke very highly of the design she saw yesterday.”

“Wow...thank you, Monsieur Agreste.”

“Please, follow me.”

Adrien continued to hold Marinette’s hand as they walked behind Gabriel.

“I told you it would be okay,” Adrien whispered in her ear, “I’m not going to leave you.”

She smiled and nuzzled her head into his shoulder.  He returned her gesture by lightly kissing the top of her head.

As Adrien went to pull out Marinette’s chair at his end of the table, his father cleared his throat.  “Marinette, please come sit next to me so we can go over your designs.”

Marinette began walking away from Adrien, and Gabriel sighed.  “Son, why are you still standing at the other end of the table.  I should think that you would want to sit next to your girlfriend.”

Adrien perked up.  “Yes, sir!”

He swiftly moved to the seat next to Marinette’s, sat down, and laced his fingers around hers.  Under the table, she brought their hands to rest on her thigh, and she covered them with her other hand.  She then turned her head towards him and was met with the softest expression she had ever seen on Adrien’s face.  

His eyes conveyed a thousand declarations of love.  Her heart clenched in her chest as the rest of her melted away under his gaze.  He seemed to drink in her essence.  It was as if being her in her presence was as necessary as water or air.  Never in her wildest dreams did she imagine that someone would look at her like that.  This boy was her forever...and she was never going to let him go.

“Marinette,” Gabriel’s voice snapped her out of her reverie, “talk to me about some of your designs before the food comes out.”

She placed her sketchbook on the table and flipped through several pages while explaining her ideas.  Gabriel remained silent and nodded periodically while she spoke.  Adrien rested his hand on her shoulder helping her confidence to grow as she talked with his father.  

When she reached the page that had the design she was currently wearing, Gabriel finally spoke.  “Did you construct this dress on your own?”

“Yes, sir,” she replied, “I have a sewing machine and a dress form in my room.”

“You did an exceptional job for a novice.  It’s clean and simple.”

“Thank you.”

“No need to thank me, Marinette.  Your talent speaks for itself.”

“Still, sir, I appreciate you taking the time to look at my sketches.”

“I would be lying if I said that I didn’t have an ulterior motive for asking.”

Marinette paled.  “Oh?”

Gabriel continued.  “Yesterday when Noelle came into my office, she spoke to me about an idea she had about starting a junior internship program for younger students who were looking to study fashion in university.  She talked to me about the merits of fostering the next generation and how aspiring designers like you would benefit from such a program.  To her surprise, I agreed.  When I was younger, my family did not support my passion.  I created this company from nothing, and talent like yours should not be wasted scraping your way from the bottom.  However, I wanted the opportunity to see your work for myself.  I recalled your bowler hat design from last year, but that was only one example.  I was going to ask you to bring your designs at another time, but you took the initiative to bring it with you.  I wanted to know if you had a greater vision and if your designs showed versatility.  Today, you have proven to me that you do.”

She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.  Marinette tried to find the words to respond, but luckily Gabriel resumed speaking before she had the chance to say anything.

“I would like to offer you the opportunity to shadow Noelle this summer.  Not only is she the intern recruiter for the company,  but she is an incredibly competent designer.  At Gabriel, we look for the best, and you have great potential, Marinette.”

Marinette’s breath hitched.  “Monsieur Agreste, I would be honored.  Thank you for the opportunity.”

Gabriel extended his hand to Marinette, and she shook it.  “The pleasure is mine.  I will have Adrien give Nathalie your contact information, and we will make arrangements for you to start sometime next week.  I look forward to seeing what contributions you will make in the future.  Now, if you’ll excuse me, I, unfortunately, must leave you two to finish brunch on your own.”

“Father,” Adrien called out, “will you be attending the gala this year, or will you be attending to something here?”

Gabriel paused for a moment.  “I think the investors would be happy if I made an appearance this time.  What do you think?”

“I think it would be good for the company if you came.”

“I agree.  Astute observation, son.”

“Thank you, father.”

Gabriel started walking out of the room.  He stopped in the entranceway and turned back towards the table.  

“Adrien,” he began, “I’m happy to see that you found someone who is talented and driven.”

Before allowing his son to answer, Gabriel disappeared into the foyer.  Once they were sure Adrien’s father was out of earshot, both teens breathed sighs of relief and began to laugh.

“I can’t believe that just happened!” Marinette exclaimed.

“I know, that was insane!” Adrien responded.

“What an incredible opportunity.”

“You deserve it.”

“Thank you, minou.”

“I am kind of disappointed that he didn’t tell you the best part though.”

Marinette gave him a confused look.  “What are you talking about?”

Adrien slung his arm around Marinette and pulled her close.  “Last night my father told me that he wanted me to start taking a more active role in the business side of Gabriel.  He wanted me to spend time in the offices this summer learning from the executives there.  So, it looks like we’ll be seeing each other a whole lot more over the next few months.”

“Really?”

“Really, Princess.”

“Why didn’t you mention this last night when you came over?”

Adrien’s hand moved to the back of his neck.  “Well, my dad is always making me do stuff, and I didn’t think that it was all that important at the time.”

She kissed him on the cheek.  “Anything that happens in your life is important to me, kitty.  Never forget that.”

Marinette and Adrien finished their meal while chatting cheerfully and making plans for the upcoming weeks.  The air around them pulsed with happiness and anticipation.

Brunch ended when Nathalie informed them that it was time for Marinette to pick out her gown for the evening.

“Adrien, you have a piano lesson, so Mademoiselle Dupain-Cheng will be coming with me on her own,” Nathalie informed the two teens.

“Will you be okay?” Adrien asked Marinette.

“Yes, kitty.  I’ll be fine.  Besides, it’ll be more fun if you see me in my dress for the first time tonight.  It will be a surprise!” she responded with a bright smile.

“Okay, my love,” he kissed her cheek, “I will see you later.”

When the pair finally separated, Marinette looked up at Nathalie who was attempting to maintain an emotionless facade.  She was failing.

“Please come this way,” the assistant commanded with the ghost of a grin on her lips.

Marinette followed the assistant into a guest room on the second floor of the mansion.  Inside were several racks of evening gowns, and (to her surprise) a familiar face.

“Monsieur Agreste just told me the wonderful news!” Noelle beamed, “I am so excited!  We are going to have a wonderful time.  I can’t wait to teach you everything!”

“Thank you so much for talking to him for me.  I don’t know how I’ll ever be able to repay you!” Marinette said with joyful tears forming in the corners of her eyes.

“Oh, sweetie, you just keep being yourself.  Watching someone like you become successful one day is all the thanks I need.”

“Still...thank you.”

Noelle walked over to Marinette and gave her a quick hug before returning to the racks.  “Now, let’s get you dolled up for Agreste Jr.  I’m going to guess that pink is your favorite color.”

Marinette nodded enthusiastically.

The designer picked a few pink dresses off the rack and turned back towards the excited teen.  “That boy isn’t going to know what hit him when he sees you later tonight.”

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It all started on a mountainside in the United States. 15 year old Remus met a spunky muggle while he was hiking on a family vacation, and he took a liking to her. His parents liked the location, so they decided to make annual trips there, and every time they visited, Remus got to spend time with his friend. The summer before 7th year, Remus invited Sirius along with him. The Potters weren’t doing anything special, and Remus thought Sirius would enjoy getting away from everything in the wizarding world for six whole weeks. Remus has been texting Y/N leading up to the trip, informing her that he was bringing a friend along, and warning that his friend was a massive flirt and to just ignore any crude comments he made. It wasn’t until four days into the trip was when Remus and Sirius we’re finally able to get out of the cabin and meet Y/N in the nearest town.

Y/N spotted Remus’s lanky body walking through the door just before her phone went off with another text message.

“Gee, thanks, Rem,” Y/N rolled her eyes as Remus and his friend sat down across from her in the booth. “I couldn’t tell.” “Just making sure you knew,” Remus gave her a sarcastic smile, but it quickly transformed into a genuine one. “It’s good to see you, Y/N/N,” he told her. “It’s good to see you, too,” Y/N smiled. “Who’s your friend?” She nodded in Sirius’s direction. “Oh, right. This is my best friend Sirius. We share a dorm at school,” Remus started. “Sirius, this is Y/N-“ “I’m his vacation bestie,” Y/N interrupted him with a smirk. “If you’re his best friend on holiday, but I’m his best friend that he brought on holiday, what does that mean?” Sirius tilted his head slightly. “That means you take the back seat, buddy. You’re in my territory now,” Y/N declared playfully. “Well alright, that’s fair,” Sirius chuckled. “It’s nice to meet you,” he grinned. “You too,” Y/N smiled back. “So what do you guys want to eat? I’m starving,” Y/N exaggeratedly groaned, eyes going wide as she began to scan the menu.

“I swear, every time I eat here it gets better,” Y/N sighed contentedly as she covered her empty plate with her napkin. “I definitely agree,” Remus nodded and he finished up his meal as well. “I’m sold on American food, we’re never going back,” Sirius leaned back, eyes blissfully closed. “Maybe we’ll move here when we finish school,” Remus offered jokingly. “Deal. Yes. Let’s start looking for flats now,” Sirius sat up as he nodded enthusiastically, earning a laugh from Y/N. “Do you guys have plans for the rest of the day, or do you want to come over?” Y/N offered. “I wouldn’t mind coming over,” Remus shrugged. He turned to Sirius. “How about you, mate?” “Yeah, I’m game,” Sirius nodded.

Remus reached for his wallet but Y/N stopped him. “I was kidding, I’ve got it,” she laughed as she reached in her bag. “No way. I brought a guest. I’ll pay,” Remus insisted. “You’re on vacation. Let me get it,” Y/N told him with a smile. “Not happening,” Remus shook his head. It was then that the two bickering teens noticed the waitress leaving the table and the check missing. Both of their eyes shot up to Sirius. “You snooze, you lose,” he shrugged with a smirk. “I’m covering the tip!” Y/N declared, quickly slamming a bill on the table. “Oops,” she muttered as people turned their heads to see the commotion. “Ready to go?” She asked.

“We’re home!” Y/N shouted as she closed the front door behind Remus and Sirius. “Remus brought a friend!” She added. “Remus, it’s good to see you, son! How have you been?” Y/N’s dad asked as the teens entered the living room. “I’ve been good, sir. Looking forward to being finished with school,” Remus grinned as he shook Y/N’s dad’s hand. “My, you’re so tall!” Y/N’s mother exclaimed as she squeezed the lanky boy into a hug. Remus just smiled as he hugged her back. “Mr. and Mrs. Y/L/N, this is Sirius, my best friend and flatmate at school,” Remus announced. “Sirius, this is my mom, Y/M/N and my dad, Y/F/N,” Y/N told Sirius. He shook Y/F/N’s hand and leaned into to shake Y/M/N’s, but she pulled him into a hug. “It’s nice to meet you both,” Sirius smiled. “Yeah, so we’re gonna go to my room,” Y/N announced. “Door open,” Y/N’s mom instructed with a serious tone. “Mom!” Y/N groaned, embarrassed at what her mother was insinuating. “Don’t talk back to your mother,” her father snapped. Sirius noticed Y/N’s smile fade, but she quickly replaced it as if nothing happened. “Let’s go,” she mumbled as she started towards her bedroom.

“Uh, yeah. So this is my room,” Y/N shrugged as she plopped onto her bed. “Make yourself comfortable.” Sirius tried not to be in awe at how many things she had that he’d never seen before. He occupied his mind by looking at pictures and trinkets she had on her desk. “How did you two meet, anyway?” Sirius asked, picking up a pen from Y/N’s desk and examining it closely. “We were hiking up the same trail and I saved him from a mountain lion,” Y/N replied nonchalantly. “You did what?” Sirius’ eyes went wide and he dropped the pen. “It was a rabbit, actually,” Remus spoke up. “You thought it was a mountain lion,” Y/N smirked. “Moony, how the hell did you mistake a rabbit for a mountain lion?” Sirius asked incredulously. “Well, I couldn’t exactly see it,” Remus sheepishly rubbed the back of his neck. “We were on the trail and a bush rustled, and our good ol’ friend Remus panicked, thinking we were about to be attacked by a mountain lion. I however, knew that there are in fact, no mountain lions here, so I threw a stick next to the bush and out came a frightened little bunny,” Y/N laughed and nudged Remus. “I decided to let him stick around because he seemed like he needed the help,” she laughed.

“In my defense, I’m not exactly from here,” Remus smiled brightly at her. “Whatever you say, Moony,” Y/N teased, repeating the nickname Sirius had previously used. Remus’s eyes went wide. “What’s the deal with that, anyway?” She asked. “Well, at our school, our group of friends are known for our pranks and-“ Sirius began, but Y/N cut him off. “Actually, never mind. I just thought about it and I really don’t want to know,” she laughed, shaking her head. “Are you sure? We’ve got some stories,” Sirius waggled his eyebrows. “Ew no! Oh my god! I’m sure,” Y/N waved her hands as she laughed and shook her head. “I’m good, trust me.” “Suit yourself,” Remus shrugged playfully.

“Hey, what’s this?” Sirius asked, picking up Y/N’s U Speaker and examining it. Remus’s eyes went wide. “Oh, it’s a Bluetooth speaker,” Y/N told him. “Hold down the button on the bottom.” Sirius had no idea what Bluetooth meant, but he did as Y/N said and pressed the button, jumping with the little round thing jingled. He nearly dropped it when it started blasting out music, he couldn’t hide the shock from his face. Remus grimaced to himself. “I know, it’s little but it’s loud,” Y/N laughed, interpreting his surprise as being at the volume. “Yeah, really loud,” Sirius nodded. “Sorry, I’ll turn it off,” Y/N laughed. “You don’t have to turn it off,” Remus told her. “Maybe just turn it down a little?” He suggested. “I can do that, too,” Y/N shrugged. “I’m gonna go get a bottle of water. Do you guys want one?” She offered as she stood up from her bed. The boys gave her a nod and a “yes please” and Y/N left the room.

“Alright man, listen. Do not ask her about anything else. If you have any questions, wait and ask me later,” Remus sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Do all muggles have that little speaking thing?” Sirius grimaced. “Not that exact one, but yes. Most of them have something similar and would be able to spot that it was a Bluetooth speaker,” Remus nodded. “What is blue tooth? Why is it blue? That thing was gold?” Sirius furrowed his eyebrows and Remus groaned. “Merlin, I should have tutored you in muggle before I brought you here. Haven’t you ever taken a muggle studies class? Bluetooth isn’t actually blue. And before you ask, it has nothing to do with teeth. It’s a kind of wireless connection between two devices,” Remus explained. “I always thought muggle studies was a waste of time but I’m quickly realizing that not taking that class was a mistake,” Sirius frowned. “Clearly. I’ll teach you the basics when we get home, just don’t ask any more questions,” Remus pinched the bridge of his nose.

The rest of the evening went smoothly, other than the accidental odd question from Sirius. The teens put on a series of movies, made themselves comfortable on Y/N’s bed and in her desk chair, and chatted amongst themselves throughout them. 10:50 rolled around and Y/N spoke up. “Alright, not that I’m not having fun, but Remus knows the rule. You guys have to be out of the house and off of the property by 11,” she told them. “Wait, seriously?” Sirius laughed as Y/N logged out of Netflix and turned off her television. “Yeah, Y/N’s dad usually doesn’t let boys stay over past nine, but Y/N and I are only friends, and her dad likes me so we get a little extra time,” Remus shrugged. “And I thought my parents were the only ones with weird rules,” Sirius joked. “Nope, we’ve all got them. Now get out before you aren’t allowed over anymore,” Y/N smiled, playfully pushing the boys toward her bedroom door. “Yeah, Yeah, we’re going,” Remus rolled his eyes as Y/N began walking the two boys through her living room and to the front door.

“It was good to see you, Mr. Y/L/N,” Remus called to Y/N’s dad who was sitting on the couch, waiting for the boys to leave before he went to bed. “You, too, son,” Y/N’s father called back. Remus nudged Sirius before Y/N closed the door. “It was nice to meet you, sir. Thank you for letting us spend the day in your home,” Sirius called. “Anytime-“ Y/N’s dad started, but Y/N shut the door. “Thanks for hanging out and letting me show you my poor taste in movies,” Y/N grinned. “I actually liked them,” Sirius shrugged. “Figures you’d have rotten taste in movies,” Remus muttered. “I heard that, you prick,” Y/N playfully elbowed him in the side. “It’s two against one, the movies were good,” she stuck her tongue out. “I’ll see you soon?” She asked, pulling Remus into a hug. “Yeah, we’ll be in touch. Maybe you can come hang out with my folks tomorrow,” Remus agreed as he picked her up and swung her around as he hugged her. “Sirius, it was nice meeting you. I’m glad you came with Remus,” Y/N smiled, opening her arms to offer Sirius a hug as well. “Yeah,” Sirius nodded with a smile. “Me too,” he stepped forward to hug her and gave her a tight, but meaningful squeeze.

As the boys stepped off the porch and made their way to the end of the yard, Y/N called after them, “See you soon!” “See you!” Sirius grinned back, turning to face her and walking backwards to keep up with Remus. “Hey, text me,” Y/N called with a grin. “We’ll see,” Sirius shot her a wink and one more famous Sirius Black grin before turning back and walking with Remus. Sirius took a breath to say something but Remus cut him off, “I know that look in your eye and I’m going to stop you right there,” he told Sirius. “The answer is no. No, I will not help you get her. No, you cannot date her. No. No,” Remus shook his head. “But Moony! She’s so pretty and funny and different from anyone I’ve ever met!” Sirius sighed dreamily. “She’s different because she’s a muggle, Sirius. She’s my friend and I love her, but we have to keep her a safe distance from our world,” Remus said with finality. Sirius sighed in defeat.

“Anyway, do you still have questions?” Remus asked. “So many!” Sirius exclaimed. “First and foremost... what is a text and how do I do it to her?” He asked. “It isn’t something you do to someone.. well you kind of do but.. don’t say it like that. It’s weird. A text is a message you send between phones,” Remus explained. “Oh, is that the little thing you use to talk to her?” Sirius slightly cocked his head to the side. “Yeah, we’ll have to get you one,” Remus nodded. “Why don’t you just send her an owl?” Sirius raised a brow. “Because muggles don’t do that. Plus, it’s faster,” Remus shrugged. “Faster than sending an owl?” Sirius gasped. “Oh Padfoot,” Remus sighed. “You have so much to learn,” he swung his arm around Sirius’s shoulder as they walked down the dark street to the Lupin’s place.

A/N: Thank you for reading! I’ve been talking about/thinking about/working on this fic for over a year, and the first part it finally here!! I’m so exited to keep working on it and keep sharing it with all of you!! Let me know what you think! ♡♡♡

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Hook, Line, and Sinker//1

I don’t know how I got persuaded to come, but this party was a drag. Sure they had some good music and by some I mean maybe a solid four percent of it was good. The other ninety-six percent was a clash of bdm and wannabe soundcloud rappers. I had hidden myself in the kitchen for the past twenty minutes when I decided it was time to go back out into the war zone.

Now I’m not judging, but this living room was not meant for this many teenagers doing stupid things. Your typical high school party everyone. I maneuvered around the maze of people and just about sighed in relief as I had made it across the living room unscathed. That is until I felt a force from my left and suddenly I was stumbling into what felt like a wall.

Everything happened so quickly so imagine my shock when I had not only stumbled into somebody, but had also landed so strategically that I was unintentionally giving away my first kiss. My eyes were wide as saucers with shock and the boy I had just kissed mirrored my expression. My hand covered my mouth in disbelief before my senses caught up with me and I hightailed it out of there.

Na Jaemin. I just accidentally gave my first kiss away to Na Jaemin. Oh god what have I done? This is so not how I expected tonight to go.

You see Na Jaemin is arguably one of the most popular boys in school. Not just for his good looks. This boy was literally an angel I swear it. He would stroll into school, a coffee in hand, a dazzling smile, and six other boys who were just as good looking. I’m not a psychic by any means, but when I say Na Jaemin was crafted to perfection I ain’t lying.

Anyways after the initial shock and embarrassment had died down I decided it was time to make my way to the cozy kitchen. Mistake number two of my evening. Two boys stood by the counter chatting, well until I made my way inside. They glanced at me, whispered to one another, and then I was left with the one and only Derek. Now don’t get me wrong Derek was nice and all, but he was probably the creepiest person I had the displeasure of knowing.

The sad part was that he thought every girl was absolutely head over heels for him. Poor guy doesn’t know what disgust or rejection is even when it hits him in the face.

“Well hello darling.”

Oh gag me.

“How are you tonight pretty lady?”

Maybe if I ignore him he will go away? Please for the love of god leave.

“Oh come on baby girl talk to me. We both know you want to.”

Lord what have I done to deserve this? I’ve been good.

“Have I perhaps made you speechless with my charm?”

Oh. My. God. Please. Make. It. End.

“Why don’t we get outta here baby girl?”

Okay send somebody. Anybody to help me out.

Within the next moment I heard the kitchen door swing open. Two strong and warm arms slid around my waist. Before I could cuss them out for touching me, my eyes met none other than Na Jaemin’s.

“Everything okay baby?” Jaemin asked warm eyes burning into mine. I was speechless.

Out of everybody Na Jaemin coming to my rescue? Really universe? You just      l o v e  to screw with me don’t ya?

I stared at Jaemin before the realization that he called me baby had kicked in along with the question of course. But could my stupid self form words? You already know the answer.

I nodded dumbly at Jaemin’s question. He then flashed a  b e a u t i f u l  smile at me.

Is this what greets you at the gates of heaven? Did Na Jaemin just smile at me? I must be dreaming.

Jaemin then took ‘notice’ of Derek. More like he chose this moment to display his sarcastic shock of Derek even being in the same room. Jaemin eyed Derek up and down before he tugged my body back against his rock hard chest. I think I about stopped breathing when he kissed my head immediately after.

“Who’s this baby?” Jaemin’s deep voice acted surprised.

Before I could even open my mouth Derek had to find an opportunity to boost his ego. Typical.

“I’m Derek her future boyfriend. I was just about to take her back to my place. She was practically begging with her eyes.”

I felt my irritation level rise five entire notches. I rolled my eyes ready to slam my head against the wall to end this conversation. Jaemin had other ideas.

He leaned down so his lips brushed the tip of my ear. “Is he bothering you?” I could only nod as I pushed myself further into Jaemin’s arms. For some odd reason he made me feel safe and his arms were comforting, especially with the way Derek had been eyeing me.

Jaemin happily tightened his grip on my body as he held me firmly to his chest. I felt his chin rest on the crown of my head. What I didn’t see what the way his gaze darkened significantly and his eyes flashing a threatening gold making Derek pale rapidly before he took off.

Once Derek was gone I visibly relaxed before remembering I practically melted in the arms of Na Jaemin who held me to his chest almost in a protective manner.

I tapped his arm. “Uh Jaemin? You can let me go now.”

I expected the boy to immediately loosen his grip and allow me to step out of his warm embrace. Instead his grip only tightened as he nuzzled into my neck.

I felt my cheeks flush with red and I could only assume I looked like a tomato at this point. I felt my heartbeat speed up and with some adrenaline I found myself pushing out of his embrace and booking it to find Jacelyn.

I spotted my best friend with her boyfriend. Remember the six boys I mentioned earlier? Yeah one of them happened to be Lee Donghyuck or Haechan as his friends called him. He had been dating Jacelyn, my best friend, for awhile now and I had to admit they were literally the cutest couple. Too bad I had to ruin the moment for an emergency bestie meeting.

Without much warning I had marched up to the couple, grabbed her wrist, and proceeded to drag her away with a “Sorry I need to borrow her” tossed over my shoulder to a confused Haechan.

As I dragged her to an empty room Jacelyn expressed her confusion with a “What’s up with you?”

“GIRL I have some TEA.” That shut her up. So I spilled the tea of the kiss to the kitchen fiasco and ending it with my feelings. “And I just don’t know Jacelyn he makes me feel things and he’s been making a move on me since that accidental kiss and I’m not mad at it??? Like I think I’m losing my mind Jacelyn!”

Jacelyn sat amused on the little bench the room provided. She smiled standing up and placing her hands on my shoulders. “Just give him a chance, trust me. I think you should go for it.”

I was still unsure. “You think I should?”

Jacelyn rolled her eyes and dragged me back to the party. “Yes now go get your man. You’ll be fine now go.”

I watched as Jacelyn skipped over to an unsuspecting Haechan and back hugged him. I saw him smile as he sweetly kissed her hands before he pulled her around to his chest and kissed her forehead.

Watching them made me realize that I wanted something like that too. So I made up my mind. Na Jaemin extended his hand out to me and I shyly placed my small hand into his warm palm and allowing him to tug me to his side.

I was so caught up with the way he has fit into mine that I almost missed Jacelyn wanting to ditch this party and grab milkshakes instead. Let’s just say I was quick to agree. The four of us wandered outside and we split off as Haechan helped Jacelyn into his Range Rover before jogging around to the drivers side and climbing in.

Jaemin tugged me over to his Jeep before he opened my door and helped me into the vehicle. No I totally didn’t get butterflies and get overwhelmed with love by the gesture. Or maybe I did. Jaemin and I made small talk and before I knew it we had pulled up to this cute little diner.

The four of us settled into what the waitress called “Jacelyn and Haechan’s booth” and we were scanning the menus.

We ordered simple milkshakes and two side orders of fries. When my shake arrived I didn’t expect Jaemin to steal it and take a long sip. I gawked at him ready to throw hands.

“Excuse you?!” I snatched my milkshake back and sipped aggresively making him snicker. I huffed rolling my eyes.

“Isn’t that technically an indirect kiss?” Haechan teased munching on a fry.

I flushed a deep red covering my face. When I felt my cheeks cool down I looked up only to find my milkshake gone.

“Yah! You owe me a milkshake!” I hissed at Jaemin who slowly began to smirk. I was about to ask what he was planning when he swooped down and kissed the corner of my lip shocking me.

I opened and closed my mouth multiple times before I managed to get a sentence out. “Did you just try to kiss me to get out of making me a milkshake?”

Jaemin grinned before he swooped down and kissed both my cheeks.

“Jaemin!” I covered my red cheeks. “I don’t kiss on the first date.”

That only widened his grin. “So this is considered  a date? And technically it’s after the first date though.”

I stared at him for a moment. “I’m breaking up with you.” Me being dramatic I went to stand and over dramatically storm out of the restaurant, but Jaemin began clinging to my body whining out a ‘noooooooooo.’

I managed to wiggle free and booked it out of the restaurant laughing. I leaned against his jeep catching my breath. When I turned to see if he had followed me I found his face inches away from mine. I jumped not expecting him to be that close when he backed me against his jeep.

He pouted at me as he caged me against the door. For some reason his pout made me feel upset and I instantly wanted to make it disappear.

With some random new found confidence I quickly pecked his lips and watched as the pout transformed into a grin. I stared at him and he at me. “Did you just-?” He had a shit-eating grin playing on his lips.

“NO!” I whined cheeks flushing red.

“You just kissed me.” Jaemin smiled dreamily.

I bit my lip before confessing. “I don’t like seeing you sad or upset. It...bothers me.”

It was silent between us as Jaemin stared at me in awe. It was almost peaceful, until be shattered that.

“Since you stole a kiss I think I should be able to as well.”

I think my eyes became saucers in that moment. “B-but-” I cut myself off as he quickly pecked my nose before nuzzling into my neck sweetly.

I guess I’ll have to get used to the skin ship and affection that is Na Jaemin. We are dating now, by some silent agreement of course, but still dating.

[miraculousmumma]

How about D with Marichat and Djwifi for the headcanons

Dude, you know what this did to me!  Here’s the first of the two ideas I had!

D - Double Dating with Marichat and DJWifi

‘This is going to be awesome.’  Alya grinned excitedly as she and Nino walked hand in hand towards the diner where they were to meet Marinette and her “mystery date”.

‘What if it’s not him?’  Nino asked, a modicum of doubt still sitting in the back of his mind.

‘You really think Marinette would ask anyone but Adrien on this double date?  No, she said she had definitely asked but wouldn’t tell me who it was.  I think she wants to impress us with the fact she actually asked him.’

‘And if it’s not him?’

‘My girl is not about to let us down.’  Alya said firmly.  ‘She’ll show up and with Adrien on her arm.’

Nino opened the door on the diner, seeing Marinette seated at a circular booth at the back of the room, decidedly alone.  ‘You still sure about that?’

‘Hey!’  Marinette waved at them, looking beautiful in a pink and white polkadot dress, her hair brushed out prettily with a matching Alice band.

‘Hey, yourself, girl!  Looking good!’  Alya said as she slipped into the booth, Nino following a moment later.

‘Thanks, you do too!’

‘So, uh, where’s your date?’  Nino asked as he picked up the menu, already thinking about what he might order.

‘He text me a few minutes ago, he’s running late but won’t be long.’

‘Adrien doesn’t have any extra curriculas on a Saturday.’  Alya teased.

‘You’re so sure it’s Adrien?’  Marinette joked, knowing full well it was.  ‘He has a job, and a very important one, which keeps him busy a lot of the time.  He wanted me to order him a soda and said that he’d be here before the ice melts, guaranteed.’

Adrien checked his watch as he threw on his button up.  The photo shoot had run on longer than expected and while he had promised Marinette he wouldn’t be long he still had to get across town.  That left him with only one option.  He left the building and, checking no one was watching, transformed into Chat Noir and made his way rapidly across the rooftops.

He arrived not long afterwards, certainly quicker than he would have on foot, and a glance in the window showed his friends already situated in a booth, a lemonade beside Marinette’s coke just as he asked.  She looked beautiful, he had begun to notice it in recent weeks, and his realisation that Ladybug was perhaps never going to return his affections in the same way suddenly shone new light on his classmate.  Marinette, whether she realised it or not, was very similar in a lot of ways to Ladybug, in all the ways he admired, only she was far more attainable.  When she asked him on a double date with their best friends there was no way he wanted to say no.

He strolled in, his eyes still on her, and he quickly attracted the gaze of his friends.  Marinette’s mouth fell open, her straw spinning in her glass where it had been at her lips, Alya nudging Nino in case he had failed to notice.

‘Hey, everyone, sorry I’m late.’  Adrien slipped into his seat beside Marinette and picked up his glass.  ‘Before the ice melted, I told you.’  He grinned before taking a sip.

Marinette just stared at him before quickly fumbling with her phone and checking her messages.  Yes, she had definitely messaged Adrien, he had definitely replied, which meant…she laughed nervously.  Well, this was…unexpected.

‘Uh…thanks for coming…Chat Noir.’  She said pointedly and she watched confusion flicker in his eyes before he glanced down at his hand.  His gloved hand.  Oh crap.

As Chat Noir he was used to thinking on his feet, but this left him a little out of his depth.  He guessed he had no choice but to be the right himself.  ‘Anything for you, princess, you know that.’  He took her hand and kissed it softly, his eyes grateful for her not outing him any further.

‘You asked Chat Noir on a date?’  Alya hissed while Nino still sat dumbfounded that their shy classmate had not only invited the superhero along but that she had had the courage to do so in the first place.

‘I…’  Marinette began, but Chat came to her rescue.

‘She wanted to do something to make that model kid jealous.’  He shrugged.  ‘I was only too happy to oblige.  Marinette and I are good friends.’

Good friends.  The words echoed through Marinette’s head and suddenly she couldn’t believe she had been so stupid, that she hadn’t seen it before.  She all but ground her teeth.  She was going to rip him a new one about being more careful when they got out of here, but…ADRIEN WAS CHAT NOIR.  Chat Noir was Adrien Agreste.  Nope.  Her brain couldn’t cope with this, she needed a few minutes.

‘I’m glad you made it, will you excuse me?’  She stood on the seat of the booth and climbed over the back and out, heading to the ladies room.

‘So, uh, you and Marinette?’  Nino asked hesitantly.

Marinette could do with a pillow to scream into, instead she had to make do with growling as she paced the ladies room.  ‘He’s an idiot!  What the heck was he thinking?’  She asked no one in particular, but she should have realised who would answer.

‘I think it was a genuine mistake.’  Tikki said in his defence, her head poking out of the open bag where she could slip back inside at a moments notice if necessary.

‘He needs to be genuinely more careful.’  Marinette stopped and looked at her reflection as she leant on the sink, trying to calm herself down.  It would do her no good if she went out there angry at him, she would just have to explain herself to Alya and Nino, and that was worse.  No, this would be fine.  He was lucky, which was ironic really, that it was only her, of all the people he could have accidentally revealed himself to, but he didn’t know that.  ‘Okay, I can do this.  I can go back out there and sit at the table with Nino, my bestie who is the owner of the Ladyblog, and my crush who is also apparently my crime fighting partner, who I’m on a date with.  To make himself jealous.  Right, of course.  What else would I be doing?’  She pushed away from the sink and tried to relax enough to smile genuinely.  As satisfied as she was going to get she secured Tikki in her bag and went back out.

Chat had moved around to Marinette’s seat so Alya could grill him easier but he started to move when she reappeared.  She quickly waved him back into the seat and took the outside one herself.  ‘It’s fine.’  She assured him as she swapped their glasses.

‘I still can’t believe you convinced Chat Noir to help you make Adrien jealous.’  Nino shook his head.  ‘My poor dude is going to get a complex.’

‘What kind of a complex?’  Chat asked as he passed Marinette a menu.

‘How’s he meant to compete with a superhero?’

‘Oh, I think he has a good chance.’  Marinette replied.  ‘I mean, he is better than Chat Noir in a lot of ways.’

‘He is, is he?’  Chat said in amusement.  ‘How so?’

‘To start with, he’s far more handsome.’  She said casually as she browsed the menu.

‘Some say I’m not without my charms.’  Chat answered after a brief pause to consider what she was doing.’

‘But still, Adrien is far better looking.  And far more modest.’

‘There’s no point in being modest with a face like this.’

‘And less douchey.’

Alya almost choked on her drink at the way Marinette was sassing Chat Noir, let alone how he was taking it all in his stride.  She was being borderline insulting and he was just brushing it off.  They obviously knew one another well enough to banter in such a comfortable way but why were they only discovering this now?

‘Princess, you wound me!  I am a lot of things, douchey isn’t one of them!’

‘Narcissistic then.’  Marinette shrugged as the waitress approached to take their order, her eyes repeatedly darting to the hero at the table, certain her friends would never believe her.  Food ordered, they quickly returned to talking.

‘How do you two know each other?’  Alya asked.

‘Marinette helped me with an akuma a while back, I saved her from another, in the most heroic manner of course, and her parents’ patisserie is the best in Paris…she sometimes gives me leftovers.’

‘Just like all the other strays.’  Marinette quipped.

‘You can’t call Chat Noir a stray!’  Nino gasped.

‘Of course I can.’  She leant towards Chat Noir and rested her elbow on his shoulder.  ‘He doesn’t mind, right?’

‘No, not one bit.’  Chat replied.  ‘And if Mari could get a boyfriend then I wouldn’t have to visit her so often to cheer up her evenings.’

Marinette ground her teeth for a moment before replying, Alya looking between them in disbelief of what she was hearing.  ‘Of course, I had to tell Chat that under no conditions is he allowed to fall in love with me on this date.  He’s so needy.’

‘Needy?’  He pressed his hand to his chest and gave her an insulted look.  ‘I’m a cat, we are not needy.  We need just the right amount!’

They were interrupted by their food being served and were silent for several minutes while they started eating, and Marinette considered the full ramifications of what she now knew.  She trusted both Adrien and Chat Noir, which put her in a very good position.  She had worried for a long time about them revealing their identities to one another and now it had happened by accident and she couldn’t be happier, she no longer felt her heart was being torn in two by the two boys in her life.  If it had to be anyone, and she hadn’t even considered it could be him, she was so glad it was.

‘Joking aside,’ she said as she dunked one of her fries in mayonnaise, her eyes deliberately turned down, ‘Chat Noir is an amazing friend, and I know I could rely on him for anything.’

Chat looked at the girl beside him, her cheeks pinked with a blush that contrasted heavily with her dark lashes.  ‘Joking aside, you’re my favourite citizen of Paris.’  He said quietly.  ‘Aside from Ladybug, of course.’

She smiled, somewhat smugly.  She wondered if he would be that ecstatic when he found out.

‘This is great and all,’ Alya begun, ‘but…’  She was interrupted by the sound of screaming outside and people running in one direction in a panic.  ‘Of course there would be an akuma attack now.’  She picked up her phone and all but climbed over Nino to get out of the booth.  ‘You’d better get out there!’

‘Right!’  Marinette and Chat said at the same time, and after a moment of hesitation she moved to let him out of the booth.  ‘Sorry to cut this short, princess.’  He kissed her hand.  ‘Nino, make sure she gets home okay?’

‘Sure thing, Chat Noir.’  He nodded.

Marinette fought not to sigh as Nino got up beside her.  ‘Do you think they’ll pack our food to go?’

‘You know what, Nino?’  She turned to him.  ‘I only live around the corner, why don’t you get your food packed up and try keep Alya out of trouble, that’s a full time job.’

‘Okay, if you’re sure.’

‘I’m sure.’

Marinette ran out of the door and around into an alley, opening her bag as she let Tikki out.

The akuma was one of the easier they had faced, finishing it off in a fraction of the time, and Ladybug was soon able to throw her lucky charm in the air and return everything to normal.

‘Pound it.’  They said in unison, but she could tell Chat Noir was already beginning to back away.

‘Somewhere to be, kitty?’  She asked.

‘Actually, yes.  I was out with friends.’

‘Before you go, I need to speak with you.’  She said hurriedly, worried he may disappear if she didn’t stop him.

‘Is something wrong, my lady?’  He knew she wouldn’t delay if their miraculous’ were running low unless she really had to.

‘Not wrong, but it is important.’

‘Alright.’  He nodded.

She flashed him a smile and took off into the rooftops before dropping into an alley, knowing he was close behind.  ‘What’s bothering you, Bugaboo?’  He said as soon as he landed and she turned to look at him, as sternly as she could manage.

‘Chat, I didn’t think I’d have to remind you of this.’  She shook her head.

‘Remind me of what?’  His voice was hesitant.  She couldn’t know already, could she…?

‘Of how important it is to protect our identities.’

He narrowed his eyes at her and folded his arms.  ‘Is this one of your bug powers?’

‘As it happens,’ she continued, ignoring his question, ‘for the embodiment of bad luck, you do have some good.’  She stepped forward and rested her hand on his chest for balance as she went up on her toes and kissed his cheek.  ‘I don’t really think you’re douchey.’  She said quietly as stepped back again.

It took a moment for his brain to catch up with several things.  Firstly, Ladybug had kissed him voluntarily.  That was enough to make him stumble mentally, but then she said…she didn’t really think he was douchey?  His lips twitched into a smile and he turned to face her as realisation hit him.  ‘Marin…’

She pressed her finger to his lips and silenced him.  ‘No unfair telling, kitty.  I should punish you for what you did.’

‘Punish me, huh?’  He couldn’t help but raise his eyebrows hopefully.

‘I should.’  She repeated.  ‘But I think I’ll just let you take me on a proper date instead.’

‘You’re right, that doesn’t sound like much of a punishment.’  He said as his ring beeped for the final time.

‘Pick me up at eight, at the front door, in civilian clothes.’  She said before throwing her yo-yo and pulling herself into the rooftops.

‘Eight, right.’  Chat Noir said as his transformation fell, a smile growing on his lips as everything finally fit into place.  His best friend was the love of his life, or was it the other way around?  Or something else entirely?  Whatever it was, in that moment he knew the meaning of true happiness.

Headcanon prompts

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