#but lila’s white in italy

[strawberrysainz]

secret garden. charles leclerc

“ charles joining you on holiday was definitely not planned. you begin to have small revelations. is it the wine, or are you truly thinking about his lips on yours? ”

charles leclerc x reader

a warning— crude language, alcohol consumption, mentions of food, slightly mature. some shitty french, italian, spanish.

word count: 4.1k

Your book seems to begin to blur as the lethargy of a Sunday at five o’clock tends to do what it does best; make you sleepy.

That, and your previous glass of wine seemed to be catching up to you.

The universe sends a saviour in the shape of your friend Lila: she pokes your stomach so you that look up through your sunglasses. You shut the book. It’s something about a twenty-something girl in the 1960s, who joins a hippie cult, and the facts make your head spin (you really couldn’t be arsed to focus while the wine makes you drowsy). You pause the playlist on your phone to look expectantly up at her. She’s a little bit drunk too; her hair is mussed up from laying down on the lounger. The Italian sun was perfect today, white wine flowing while you both tanned the day away. Lila had invited you to her fiancé’s (he worked for Ferrari) house in Tuscany for a week in the summer. It was picturesque and romantic, but he had to work for much of it and she wanted to spend the time with a person who was there constantly. With a getaway promised years ago, she finally followed through, and your second day was just as lovely as the first.

“Up for padel?”

“You mean… le sport?” You answer, giggling slightly. “The wine is in my head now, ma chérie.” You tease affectionately and she begins to tidy up her things to go inside. “Yes, le sport,” she mocks, “‘Tonio invited us to play.” “With who as the fourth?” You ask curiously; Antonio had lamented all day yesterday that he was ‘third wheeling, alone’. Lila pauses to focus on the question, delightfully tipsy, and her hand tries to fold the towel as she thinks. “He invited Charles to come stay too, they will train and plot for the season’s second half together. Now we will third wheel on them.”

You nod then, smiling, and pack up, giggling to yourself about the looks you’ll get from those two when you turn up fabulously drunk. “Is it a hazard to play padel with athletes when the wine makes me slow?”

Lila cackles, bumping her sunglasses back up on her face, sliding on her sundress. “Tonio might flip out on us for being useless, he’s so competitive against Charles. Charles is too nice to say anything. I hope I am his partner.” She snorts, and you laugh too.

“I hope Charles brought proper drinks too. Last time we had a party at Lando’s, that tequila he brought…” you sigh at the memory. “I hope he’s also on summer mode. No offence chérie, but your boy cannot switch off unless he has a friend.” You poke fun at the fact that he will only drink one glass of wine with supper and refuse to get drunk as fuck with the two of you. Lila hits you with the pillow.

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You two Uber to the padel courts Antonio frequents in Italy, too scared to drive (rightfully so, you’re a bit shitfaced). You drink bottles and bottles of water, staring into each other’s eyes to try and sober up, but the dopey looks make you burst out laughing each time.

You end up napping for ten minutes, trying to sleep off the wine. Then you pat each other’s faces, blinking and blinking, but you end up giving up. Padel with two competitive men will be more fun not sober. When the driver drops you off, he tells you he is praying for whoever you speak to in the next minutes. You two end up in tears of laughter from God knows what. It ends with a hefty euro tip, some swear words and catching Lila from falling onto the street. Eventually you make it to the courts, picking up the two racquets the boys left for you on a bench, and you stare at Lila. “I hope we survive this.” You say seriously, and she salutes. You are in peals of laughter when you reach their court.

Charles stares at the two of you with amusement as you nearly trip over the entrance. “Avez-vous bu tous les deux?” He asks, and he receives just a wink from you, pointing at the small wine stain on Lila’s shirt.

He stifles a cackle as Lila goes to kiss Antonio sloppily, who kisses her reluctantly before gently scolding her in Italian. “Tonio, mon rêleuse, we apologise. We have only received your invitation when the wine was flowing. We also bring a level of entertainment.” You announce, brandishing the racquet. Your bluntness makes even Antonio smile. “Alright, alright. I was planning to put you two together, but maybe we’ll each pair with a drunkard, no?” He nods at Charles, who smiles.

“I’ll look after my girlfriend.” He adds, and Lila groans. “No! I wanted to play with Charles, he’s better at padel.” Antonio looks the most hurt you’ve ever seen a man be.

“Le spectacle de merde.” You whisper, at least you think it is a whisper, to Charles. “Ouais,” he giggles. You smack his arm affectionately. “Tu es tellement adorable,” you say, pursing your lips in a sweet way, and he hugs you with one arm, rubbing your back. “Laisse le vin continuer à parler, oui?”

The way in which you solidly keep hitting the ball on the wire makes him laugh.

Antonio cannot keep himself from raging at the two of you being useless, and tries to calm himself down; Lila falls on the court laughing at his aggressive muttering. You cry with laughter every time she misses the ball (which is more often than not) which leads Charles to request a glass of the wine you had been drinking. Padel has never been more fun, in your opinion: your grip gets looser and your shots stronger with every point. Charles carries your team, and you exchange a fist bump every time. Eventually you two win 11-10, and Lila jumps over the net clumsily to congratulate you both. Carlos settles for a reluctant high five. “Antonioooo…” you drag out his name, and the ridiculous grief of a tiny loss on his face makes you grin. “Can you make your tagliatelle?”

Lila clamours for it too, and he groans. “Whatever.” You two jump into each other’s arms; you end up getting another Uber back to shower and change so the boys can stop and grocery shop as well as buy you drinks, ‘not wine!’ under your instruction. When they get back, you’re slightly more sober, having showered and changed into a bikini (for a night swim) and a linen set over it.

Lila is asleep with her head on the kitchen counter while Charles pours you a rum and raspberry. You’re grateful for the different drink, the headache beginning to pound its way into your head. Antonio starts on the pasta, and you three talk about how their training was, how your poolside day went, the tourists in the city this week, paddock gossip and Charles’ new piano song, which he plays a recording of for you.

“That’s very good,” you compliment, and he blushes. Antonio is busy stirring the sauce while you have revelations. Charles clears his throat, locking the phone, and you set the table. “I’m making scones tonight,” you announce, and in the early stages of waking, Lila cheers with a yawn.

“With what?” Antonio challenges, and you wink. “I brought all the ingredients with. Jam and whipping cream. We can have some for breakfast tomorrow.” “Gotta train harder for that!” Lila jokes, flicking Charles’ arm, who giggles in that stupidly funny way.

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Stomachs full and content, you and Lila float in the light of the pool. Occasionally you swat a mosquito out of your face, and your second R&R slowly slips away. “Still making the scones?” She asks, and you yawn. “Merde.”

You both laugh.

“Ti piace Cha?”

You stare at her.

“Sei pazzo? He’s most likely got some European model waiting for him in Monaco.”

“Ho visto come ti guardava.”

Your head hurts.

“Ma chérie, Cha could not look at me twice. There is nothing.” Lila makes a disapproving sound, and you splash her.

“Ho sempre pensato che non avrebbe mai potuto-“

Charles and Antonio, holding beers, make their way from the house to the pool. You shut up. You notice that they’ve also been drinking quite heavily, like you two- Charles is much too giggly, and Antonio has that drunken seriousness to him. They sit on the edge of the pool. “Where are those scones?” Antonio asks, and you roll your eyes. “Maybe I’ll make them fresh in the morning.” You yawn, making Charles do the same.

“Cazzata!” He replies, and you laugh with Lila. “Promise. I want to go horse riding tomorrow morning, the farm across the way said I could when we went with the dogs.” Lila shakes her head. “¡No puedo enfrentarme a un caballo, especialmente contigo!”

You snort. Antonio downs the beer. Charles is staring at the moon. “You okay?” You raise your eyebrows. “Just remembering last time I went riding.”

There is an awkward silence.

You can’t gauge his tone, and you make eye contact with Lila, frowning. “Well, if anyone wants to come, I would love to have them.” You clear your throat, and Antonio shakes his head. “Gym tomorrow.” Charles groans, putting down the beer. “Putain!” “You’ll have scones when you finish then,” you smile, and make to get out. “I’m going to bed if I want to get up at seven.”

Everyone wishes you a good night, and you make your way up to your room, still uneasy about Charles at the pool.

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Your third day in Tuscany continues as you walk into the house; you are greeted by the dogs. The door was unlocked - a classic sign of Antonio leaving - so you knew the boys had left. You opened the large windows after taking off your boots, letting the fresh morning air in. You yawn as you put on a playlist, beginning to bake as the soft sounds of music accompany you to it.

About fifteen minutes later the scones are in the oven, and you set out some things to eat them with - as the plates clink, you hear Lila walking downstairs. “Hi,” she drags out the syllable - you smile at her ruffled brown hair - a dog is leaping up at her - and you wish her a good morning, making coffee for the both of you. She comes to sit on a bar stool, and you grimace at the remembrance of last night - where she slept for a moment or so - and she seems to recall the same. “How did you get up at seven?” She laughs. “My head was killing me.”

You laugh. “I have no clue.” “Wasn’t Charles weird last night? Or was I just drunk.” “No, he was so weird.” You are hungry to gossip (you had gone to bed before you could debrief.) “What the fuck was he on?”

Lila covers her mouth, laughing. Yet again, before you can gossip, the loud sound of the front door opening stops you. You groan and take the scones out of the oven. “Good morning!” Antonio says aloud, and you nod at the two walking in.

Lila kisses him on the cheek. “We have been hard at work.”

You grin. “How was neck day?” Charles rolls his eyes. “As incredible as you think it was.”

You laugh then, putting the hot scones on a plate. “Merde, did you do these from scratch? That’s so good.” “You burn eggs and toast, mate. Anything is so good in your eyes.” Antonio nudges Charles, who blushes furiously and smacks his arm.

You stare at Lila. She mouths some unfathomable sentence to you and you shrug as Antonio reaches for a scone. Your phone starts ringing, interrupting this strange situation, and you answer it. “Salut maman.” You answer.

“Ma chérie, comment est la Toscane? Les bons jours d'été avec toi me manquent, mon amour.”

You make a face that’s screwed up with childish embarrassment. “Tu me manques et la famille aussi, oui ? Je dois revenir en France pour visiter.”

“Papa t'envoie du champagne des cousins, et nous allons faire livrer des fleurs. Notre fille nous manque.”

“Pourquoi tant d'amour ?” You laugh.

“Sans raison.” She says innocently, and you stare at Lila, confused.

“Ton frère va se marier!”

“Quoi!” You shout, grasping your chest.

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The news of your brother’s engagement leaves you still slightly concerned as Charles hands you some sort of cocktail. You take a sip and grimace at the ratio of rum to whatever else is in there. Charles laughs. “Haven’t they been together for a while?”

You shake your head, detailing that you’d met his fiancé - albeit a nice man - only once before. Antonio laughs. Lila smacks his arm. “You haven’t proposed yet, you cannot laugh.” Antonio’s face is a picture as you gasp for breath with laughter.

The sun sets on a slow evening as you laze by the pool with these people; you adore being in their company, you realise. You are still shaking your head with shock. “I can’t believe my brother is the first sibling to be married,” you grimace, and Charles laughs. “Which Leclerc will marry first, you think?” You ask him. “I don’t know. I think Lorenzo, because Arthur’s young. Definitely not me.” He emphasises with a face, and you laugh.

Hours later, you tell stories of your and Lila’s university days while the boys laugh, details of hookups and too much alcohol paint pictures of pure comedy. “Anyone want a scone?” You announce, going to make one in the kitchen. “I’ll come with,” Charles says politely, leaving the couple to themselves.

You end up pouring another R&R while you spread jam and cream, not eager to experience your hangover tomorrow morning. “Je suis un putain d’alcoolique.” Charles dismisses the thought. “S'il vous plaît, vous n'êtes pas spécial.”

You laugh. “It’s nice that you’re here. I always wanted to get to know you better.” You say off topic, switching to English, the languages getting mixed up in your slowed down mind. Charles laughs and pats your arm. “A drink makes you very emotional,” he jokes, and you make a face. “Be quiet.” “Let’s take a picture!” You switch up, mind spinning, and Charles is laughing as he takes pictures of you making scones with slow limbs, dancing, smiling, spinning.

You take a 0,5 of him in return, laughing at the weird expression on his face. You take selfies, air kissing, pulling faces, until your phone tells you you’re out of storage, and the moment is over, lipstick on his face. You laugh. He’s quiet.

“I can wipe it off,” you say quietly, trying not to ruin the comfortable energy in the kitchen. He lets you do it tenderly with a baby wipe, big expressive eyes staring into yours, wide with the relaxation of alcohol flowing through him. He leans in and you lurch back, shocked at the prospect of you two.

He pretends like he didn’t do anything, the little shit, and your eyes narrow as you pinch his ear. He cries out in pain, and tries to get you back, but you’re running with the scones in one hand and the drink in the other, cackling into the dark night, the comfort of the warmth.

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The next morning is rough.

You’re woken up with a lurching stomach, violently hungover. You decide a swim under the Italian sun is going to help, and change, going to the pool. Antonio is there, swimming laps, and you hover awkwardly around the pool before getting in. He greets you softly, not wanting to disturb the birds chirping down at the vineyard and the peace of the morning. “There’s this song,” you say, dipping your head into the cool water, relishing this delightful feeling that comes with the activity of swimming like a child. “I used to listen to it every day of my last year of uni. It’s this song that makes me feel so great inside. And I realise that I feel that way when I’m with all of you. Thank you for inviting me.” Antonio looks touched, as much as a guy could at that revelation. “You’ve still got three days with me. That could change your mind.”

You laugh, diving underwater.

From the kitchen window, Lila and Charles are talking, unbeknownst to you. She grabs his arm aggressively as he moves to take the fresh cup of coffee. “Do you like her?” He jumps with fright. “Merde- she’s very nice?”

Lila raises her eyebrows.

He groans. “You aren’t going to ask me if I like like her as if I’m twelve.” “Charles!” She folds her arms, and he casts his gaze to you lazing in the pool.

“No.” He says stubbornly, and he might have convinced her but he hasn’t convinced himself. Lila lets out a huff as she turns back to the breakfast she’s making; he looks down at the floor.

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Charles offers you wine. You nearly smack the bottle out of his hand. “No.”

The early afternoon is the precursor to your declaration of sobriety for the day; you and Lila take the dogs for another walk, getting dragged by their leashes as they leap and bound. You end up at the gym with her afterwards, sweating out your fatigue, and you try not to stare at Charles as he and Antonio walk in. Another game of padel is offered afterwards, and you two accept, playing away yet another lovely day and beginning of the evening. You’re much better at padel when you’re sober.

Then Antonio and Charles want to go clubbing, and you agree wearily, going back with them to change into some little strappy top and skirt. You have never decided your stance on clubbing - you love a night out somewhere, but the thought of it annoys you now, the prospect of a night in after a long bath sounding much better.

You and Lila pretend you’re back in your uni days, dark eyeshadow and dramatic makeup, perfume stinking up the room. You laugh at the two of you as you slip on some high heels, red lipstick everywhere, mascara accidentally smudging as you absentmindedly wipe your face.

You fix it before you’re running down to the car when you hear Antonio shouting about your tardiness. It’s a 4x4, and you slide chaotically into the middle seat next to Charles, Lila hopping in afterwards, your knee touching Charles’, skirt riding up. You let out a breath as Antonio has a bit of a nostalgic moment - he met Lila on a night just like this, with you two, at a club in Madrid.

“I feel nineteen again,” you laugh, seven years ago finding you again, the smell of Charles’ cologne rooting you back in the present. The driver is chattering on about Ferrari as you get Charles to take pictures of you and Lila, posing, then judging the pictures, high-fiving him for his great photography skills. You post one to your story, all wide eyes and pouty lips, and your followers begin to reply things about all those years ago.

You’re at the club twenty minutes later, a Khalid song sending you out of the car. You grab Lila’s arm and hug her, intensely nostalgic. Charles demands more pictures of you - Antonio agrees - you two must look good. He takes more, and then you’re all taking photos in the street light, and you’re handing your phone to some random girl who takes photos of all of you. She mumbles something in Italian and Charles thanks her very much before you’re all bundled into the club.

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Charles comes to drape his arm over your shoulder an hour later, sweaty, and he’s got lip gloss on his lips. You point at your own lips pointedly and he exclaims something that’s lost in the noise. He lifts up his shirt to wipe his sticky lips and your gaze is caught on his abs as his hand brushes his chest. You look away hurriedly.

A dull ache propels you onto the dance floor, and some guy leans in to kiss you and you let him, annoyed and jealous. But his breath smells terrible, stale, and you’re pulling away, shuddering, and run to the bar for some water.

You’re still retching like a cat with a hairball ten minutes later when Charles finds you again, and he laughs with confusion. You roll your eyes. “I’m gonna go for a smoke,” you shout in his ear, and he follows you, a hand ghosting your back. You shiver and run out into the heat.

You pull out a box of cigarettes and a lighter out of your bag and you light one hurriedly, the taste of that guy still horrid in your mouth.

You offer the cig, lipstick-stained, and Charles hesitates before you shrug. “I didn’t know you smoked,” he said, and you shrugged. “Only when I’m out.”

He nods then; you lift up the cigarette to his lips. He takes a drag, eyes shining outside the fluorescent light of the club. You breathe, and you can see a teenager standing beside you instead of a man in his twenties, sneaking a smile and a smoke in secret.

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It’s 2:26. You scroll on your phone as Charles talks lowly on the phone beside you (Leila and Antonio found some friends and decided to stay). You stare out at the moon, the light highlighting your face as you look back at Charles briefly. He’s already looking, and smiles slowly, bashful to have been caught. You can’t hide a smile.

His hand is laying tentatively on the middle seat, and your hand is on your knee. You both stare.

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He’s pulling out a bottle of wine as you tumble into the house, the night welcoming you back to the villa. Your eyes are wide and his focussed on the glasses in his hand, walking carefully out onto the patio. You fall into a slightly uncomfortable metal chair and he pours a glass in the dark, squinting as you hear some crickets. You accept a glass with a quiet thanks and he sits down next to you clumsily, and the wine sloshes out onto his shirt and he curses quietly. You grin.

One of the dogs pad out onto the wood and the click of its nails makes your nose scrunch and it tries to jump on your lap; with a groan you attempt to shove it off and Charles gets up, laughing, pushing, and somehow he ends up staring into your eyes, bending down, and some force of nature propels you to capture his lips with yours. You let out a little sigh as he wraps a hand in your hair, and he’s pulling you up and the glass is forgotten and it’s twilight hours in the dark.

The trembling anticipation of a new lover ignites a new energy there outside. You wrap an arm around his neck and you both push forward against each other. It’s the kind of kiss where everything just works; your lips slot so perfectly, and his hair feels soft beneath your hazy movements.

The dog interrupts by licking your knee, and you move backward with a shudder. He’s moving in again, shoulders taut, and his arms are smooth as your hands grasp them, bodies moving sensually under the light of the crescent moon above.

Your watch beeps and you look down to see a notification from Lila. You ignore it. Charles is instead running fluid hands over your hips, liquid gold, and you’re melting, drowning in the heavy look in his eyes. It’s as if the puzzle piece has just slotted into place. A newfound frenzy causes you to pull him slowly into the house, bare feet meeting the dark wood below. You nearly crash into a glass window before you’re in the kitchen, and he’s bending your back slightly over a counter, finding your neck with his lips, nipping, sucking, and you’re parting your lips with delight, body moving with his.

His facial hair is scruffy, and the sensation causes you to arch a little and he slams you back down. You moan.

He grins.

A hand flits up your back, under the shirt, feeling the skin, and you shiver when he rubs a thumb over a piece of your spine, and he’s leaning back to study you, cheeks pink in the dark, and he goes back in for a kiss, smiling broadly.

[princess-of-the-corner]

On the names used by Lila:

Lila Rossi: a pure Italian name, including a rare given name and THE most common family name. The latter should mean "Red Ones" (red in Italian is "rosso", rossi is the plural and can work as an adjective or, in this context, indicates a group of people associated with the color), but may be derived by the Germanic ross (horse. Linked to the reddish color that is most common for their coats) or releated to the Hebraic name Roth (Rossi happens to be extremely common among Italian Jews - and the name MAY still be linked to the color red).

Cerise Bianca: a name you'd expect mostly in France in a family of Italian descent, though it could be found in Italy in the border areas, as Cerise (meaning cherry) is a French name and Bianca an Italian a variant of the Italian family name Bianchi, the latter meaning "White Ones" (Bianca translates as "White Woman"). Predates any racial consideration.

Iris Verdi: an ambiguous name, as Iris, the name of the Greek Goddess of Rainbows and Messenger of the Olympians, is used in Italian, German, and Spanish speakers areas (thus adding most of Switzerland), though the surname is once again a color in Italian, in this case green (a plural variant).

All in all, we've got a pattern. Italian-passing names based on colors... That by some coincidence are the same as the Italian flag, though they were first used in the opposite order from the pole.

Either she's Italian, or REALLY loves the place. Still wondering about her insane situation...

I think this implies that the only truth Lila has said so far is that she's Italian. Which is a funny thing to make canon.

[immaturityofthomasastruc]

A rather... unfortunate thing I have noticed about Lila, Cerise or whatever she calls herself. The full names we have seen her use are: Iris Verdi, Cerise Bianca and Lila Rossi. Now, Verdi is Italian for 'green', Bianca is Italian for 'white' and Rossi for 'red' - and all of these are common Italian last names. The kicker? The Italian flag is a tricolour featuring three vertical pales of green, white and red, national colours of Italy. Was TA being not-so-subtly racist here?

Let's be honest, this show has never really been the best when it comes to flattering depictions of other cultures, so I'm not really surprised they went this route with Lila, whether it was intended to be racist or not.

[firearrowreal]

The WORST Miraculous Fanfiction Ever

The WORST Miraculous Fanfiction Ever - Chapter 1 - FireArrowA03 - Miraculous Ladybug [Archive of Our Own]

Chapter 1: Lying Troubles (Part 1)

Because saying it was a normal day in Paris is boring, we will omit it. We had to sell the Miraculous magic because of budget cuts, so Marinette cannot become Ladybug.

Marinette was wondering what happened to the Miraculous. Were they gone? No one knows. However, because you read the above line, you should. Anyways, we’ll cut to school.

If you’re wondering, they are all wearing the same outfits they’ve always had on. Marinette still wears her dark gray jacket, white t-shirt with pink flowers, and pink jeans, for example.

At school, Marinette tripped on nothing, for the 563rd time this month. And it’s only the THIRD! Once we get enough money to fix the physics engine in this world, we will.

Marinette said: "You know what? I shouldn’t wear these shoes anymore. I could hurt myself. I could hurt my friends. I could accidentally trip, hit the nuclear reactor in the school, cause it to explode, and kill everyone. I could even waste a second of my time getting back up!" However, taking off your shoes is not recommended in school, so unfortunately, she couldn’t do so right now.

As she walked up to her class, a new encounter had appeared. However, since we also sold Zoe due to budget cuts, the only other new kid was Lila. You already know what Lila looks like, and we do not have enough budget to describe properly, so yeah, it’s Lila. The only thing we can describe about her looks that isn’t just the same as canon is that her tights/leggings/stockings are now shiny. Like, you could probably use them as a mirror.

However, as Marinette shouldn’t know her name at this moment, we will call her "Girl" until Marinette learns her name. Marinette asked Girl for her name, and she said "Lila", which is a nickname for "Liliana". We changed her name because "Lila" isn’t a common name in Italy.

Lila had said: "Look, I’m in really deep sh*t right now. I’ve joked about knowing celebrities, and everyone was stupid and believed me! Now I have to continue lying about those 'facts'." Marinette had replied with "Well, if you don’t like what you're getting into, why did you lie in the first place?"

"I don’t know! I was stupid. I miss fifteen minutes ago.", Lila explained.

Marinette said: "Sorry, but I don't think I can help you."

"But it’s serious! I can’t do this for the rest of my school days! Why does everyone here, barring you, have the IQ of this strand of hair I plucked off of my head at night but way less? I just wanted to make friends…", Lila groaned.

Marinette then (hesitantly) said: "Okay, since it's apparently serious, guess I legally have to help."

[viktorjerner]

OSCARSTIPPNING 2024 Om några timmar, under natten mellan den 10/3 och 11/3, går årets upplaga av Oscarsgalan av stapeln - nedan följer min slutgiltiga tippning i samtliga kategorier.

Den som jag tror kommer vinna (vilket alltså inte är samma sak som den jag vill ska vinna) är markerad i lila nedan.

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"American Fiction"

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"Barbie"

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"Killers of the Flower Moon"

"Maestro"

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"Past Lives"

"Poor Things"

"The Zone of Interest"

Best actor nominees

Bradley Cooper, "Maestro"

Colman Domingo, "Rustin"

Paul Giamatti, "The Holdovers"

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Emma Stone, "Poor Things"

Best supporting actor nominees

Sterling K. Brown, "American Fiction"

Robert De Niro, "Killers of the Flower Moon"

Robert Downey Jr., "Oppenheimer"

Ryan Gosling, "Barbie"

Mark Ruffalo, "Poor Things"

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Emily Blunt, "Oppenheimer"

Danielle Brooks, "The Color Purple"

America Ferrera, "Barbie"

Jodie Foster, "Nyad"

Da'Vine Joy Randolph, "The Holdovers"

Best director nominees

Jonathan Glazer, "The Zone of Interest"

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Christopher Nolan, "Oppenheimer"

Martin Scorsese, "Killers of the Flower Moon"

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Best international feature film nominees

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Best adapted screenplay nominees

"American Fiction"

"Barbie"

"Oppenheimer"

"Poor Things"

"The Zone of Interest"

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"Anatomy of a Fall"

"The Holdovers"

"Maestro"

"May December"

"Past Lives"

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"The Creator"

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"Killers of the Flower Moon"

"Oppenheimer"

"Poor Things"

Best original song nominees

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"I'm Just Ken" from "Barbie"

"What Was I Made For?" from "Barbie"

"The Fire Inside" from "Flamin' Hot"

"Wahzhazhe (A Song For My People)" from "Killers of the Flower Moon"

Best documentary feature film nominees

"20 Days in Mariupol"

"Bobi Wine: The People's President"

"The Eternal Memory"

"Four Daughters"

"To Kill a Tiger"

Best cinematography nominees

"El Conde"

"Killers of the Flower Moon"

"Maestro"

"Oppenheimer"

"Poor Things"

Best costume design nominees

"Barbie"

"Killers of the Flower Moon"

"Napoleon"

"Oppenheimer"

"Poor Things"

Best animated short film nominees

"Letter to a Pig"

"Ninety-Five Senses"

"Our Uniform"

"Pachyderme"

"War Is Over! Inspired by the Music of John & Yoko"

Best live action short film nominees

"The After"

"Invincible"

"Knight of Fortune"

"Red, White and Blue"

"The Wonderful Story of Henry Sugar"

Best documentary short film nominees

"The ABCs of Book Banning"

"The Barber of Little Rock"

"Island in Between"

"The Last Repair Shop"

"Nǎi Nai & Wài Pó"

Best film editing nominees

"Anatomy of a Fall"

"The Holdovers"

"Killers of the Flower Moon"

"Oppenheimer"

"Poor Things"

Best sound nominees

"The Creator"

"Maestro"

"Mission: Impossible - Dead Reckoning Part One"

"Oppenheimer"

"The Zone of Interest"

Best production design nominees

"Barbie"

"Killers of the Flower Moon"

"Napoleon"

"Oppenheimer"

"Poor Things"

Best makeup and hairstyling nominees

"Golda"

"Maestro"

"Oppenheimer"

"Poor Things"

"Society of the Snow"

[les-degustations-ugo]

🇫🇷❓❓Hello les amoureux du tire-bouchon. Connaissez-vous les vins du Luberon en rouge 🇫🇷❓❓

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🍇🍷Aop Luberon rouge 2020 cuvée Il était une fois dans le Luberon de Les vins Amédée 🍇🍷:

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80 % Syrah

20 % Grenache noir

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Raisins provenant de parcelles sélectionnées en plein cœur du Luberon sur des sols argilo-calcaires. Vignoble d’altitude situé entre 300 et 400 m.

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Non communiqué par le Domaine.

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Robe de couleur rouge rubis intense

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Un nez sur des notes fruits rouge, chocolat, fève de Tonka. Herbe de la garrigue.

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En bouche on a un vin tannique avec une structure fine et agréable. Sur des arômes de fruits rouges (groseille, framboise), fruits noirs (cassis, Myrtille), épices (poivre blanc). Bel équilibre. Une bonne longueur en bouche avec une finale sur des notes de cuir et de camphre.

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📜En résumé📜 :

Une belle cuvée du Luberon. Un vin élégant voire même aérien bien que puissant. Une fine pointe de fraîcheur nous fait saliver entre chaque verre. Belle découverte.

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���Dégusté sur Sauté de veau à la provençale 🧆.

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🍷Quelques accords mets et vin possible avec cette cuvée🍷 :Boeuf Stroganoff, Boudin noir aux pommes, Boulettes de viande de boeuf à la sauce tomate, Cheeseburger......

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📌N'oubliez pas, boire un canon c'est sauver

un vigneron. Allez voir le site internet du domaine pour voir toutes les cuvées et promotions du moment📌.

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🔞« L'abus d'alcool est dangereux pour la santé, à consommer avec modération »🔞

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#lesdegustationsugo #wine #winelover #vino #winetasting #winetime #winelovers #food #instawine #redwine #winestagram #winery #beer #wineoclock #vin #sommelier #love #vinho #foodporn #winelife #instagood #whitewine #cocktails #drinks #bar #wein #italie #foodie #wineporn #boisson

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🇫🇷🗣️Description du Domaine🇫🇷 🗣️

Réservée à la vente en libre-service, la signature Amédée est aujourd’hui un gage de qualité pour le consommateur. Accessibles et expressifs, les vins Amédée rencontrent leur public, séduit par cette approche de respect du terroir.

Une sélection de cuvées qui portent, haut et fort, les appellations du Luberon et du Ventoux : L'incontournable Aiguebrun, L’Excellence, Les Hautes Sentes, ou encore ses emblématiques rosés, La Roveria et Lila Rose…

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⏬🇫🇷Français dans les commentaires🇫🇷🇮🇹Italiano nei commenti 🇮🇹⏬

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🇬🇧❓❓Hello corkscrew lovers. Do you know the Luberon wines in red ❓❓🇬🇧

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🍇🍷 Aop Luberon blanc 2020 cuvée Once upon a time in the Luberon from Amédée wines 🍇🍷:

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80% Syrah

20% Grenache Noir

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Grapes from selected plots in the heart of the Luberon on clay-limestone soils. Altitude vineyard located between 300 and 400 m.

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Not communicated by the Domain.

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Intense ruby ​​red color

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A nose with notes of red fruit, chocolate, Tonka bean. Garrigue grass.

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On the palate we have a tannic wine with a fine and pleasant structure. With aromas of red fruits (currant, raspberry), black fruits (blackcurrant, blueberry), spices (white pepper). Nice balance. A good length in the mouth with a finish on notes of leather and camphor.

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📜In summary📜:

A beautiful cuvée from the Luberon. An elegant, even airy yet powerful wine. A fine touch of freshness makes us salivate between each glass. Nice discovery.

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🧆 Tasted on Provençal-style veal stir-fry 🧆.

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🍷 Some food and wine pairings possible with this cuvée 🍷: Beef Stroganoff, Black pudding with apples, Beef meatballs with tomato sauce, Cheeseburger......

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📌 Don't forget, drinking a cannon is saving

a winemaker. Go see the domain's website to see all the vintages and promotions of the moment 📌.

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🔞 "Alcohol abuse is dangerous for your health, consume in moderation"🔞

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#lesdegustationsugo #wine #winelover #vino #winetasting #winetime #winelovers #food #instawine #redwine #winestagram #winery #beer #wineoclock #vin #sommelier #love #vinho #foodporn #winelife #instagood #whitewine #cocktails #drinks #bar #wein #italie #foodie #wineporn #boisson

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🇬🇧🗣️Domain Description 🇬🇧🗣️

Reserved for self-service sales, the Amédée signature is now a guarantee of quality for the consumer. Accessible and expressive, Amédée wines meet their public, seduced by this approach of respect for the terroir.

A selection of cuvées that carry, loud and clear, the appellations of Luberon and Ventoux: The essential Aiguebrun, Excellence, Les Hautes Sentes, or even its emblematic rosés, La Roveria and Lila Rose...

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🇮🇹❓❓Ciao amanti dei cavatappi. Conosci i vini del Luberon in rosso ❓❓🇮🇹

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🍇🍷 Aop Luberon blanc 2020 cuvée C'era una volta il Luberon dei vini Amédée 🍇🍷:

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Syrah 80%.

20% Grenache Noir

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Uve provenienti da parcelle selezionate nel cuore del Luberon su terreni argilloso-calcarei. Altitudine vigneto situato tra i 300 ei 400 m.

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Non comunicato dal Dominio.

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Colore rosso rubino intenso

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Naso con note di frutta rossa, cioccolato, fava Tonka. Erba della gariga.

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Al palato abbiamo un vino tannico con una struttura fine e piacevole. Con aromi di frutti rossi (ribes, lampone), frutti neri (ribes nero, mirtillo), spezie (pepe bianco). Bel bilanciamento. Buona lunghezza in bocca con un finale su note di cuoio e canfora.

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📜In sintesi📜:

Una bella cuvée del Luberon. Un vino elegante, anche arioso ma potente. Un bel tocco di freschezza ci fa venire l'acquolina in bocca tra un bicchiere e l'altro. Bella scoperta.

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🧆 Degustato su un soffritto di vitello alla provenzale 🧆.

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🍷 Alcuni abbinamenti enogastronomici possibili con questa cuvée 🍷: Manzo alla Stroganoff, Black pudding con mele, Polpette di manzo al sugo di pomodoro, Cheeseburger......

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📌 Non dimenticare, bere un cannone è salvare

un enologo. Andate a vedere il sito del dominio per vedere tutte le annate e le promozioni del momento 📌.

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🔞 "L'abuso di alcol è pericoloso per la salute, consumalo con moderazione"🔞

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🇮🇹🗣️Descrizione dominio🇮🇹 🗣️

Riservato alle vendite self-service, la firma Amédée è ormai garanzia di qualità per il consumatore. Accessibili ed espressivi, i vini Amédée incontrano il loro pubblico, sedotto da questo approccio di rispetto per il terroir.

Una selezione di cuvée che portano, forti e chiare, le denominazioni di Luberon e Ventoux: l'essenziale Aiguebrun, Excellence, Les Hautes Sentes, o anche i suoi rosé emblematici, La Roveria e Lila Rose...

[ahandfulofregrets]

if i see anyone else say that lila is poc just because (a) her skin’s tan and (b) she’s italian, i might as well just commit m-rder.

[ravennm84]

Doctor’s Note

We all know how Lila fakes having different diseases and medical problems, but what would happen if she actually got sick and her mother went to the school to drop off a doctor’s note and pick up Lila’s assignments? Want the answer? Warm-Fuzzies and please enjoy!

Greta Rossi could admit that she was a bit of a workaholic. Being the secretary to the assistant ambassador of Italy, in a city that was constantly under attack by a magical terrorist, was not the easiest job in the world either. It took a lot of early mornings, late nights, and even some weekends to make sure everything was prepared for her boss. But that didn’t mean that she wouldn’t drop everything for her one and only daughter when she needed her. 

Right now, for example, Lila was trapped in bed with a nasty case of strep throat. The poor girl had a fever, white pustules at the back of her throat, and could hardly stop coughing. It was only due to some very strong medicine that she was able to stop coughing long enough to pass out from exhaustion. 

She had contacted her work to let them know she would be taking the week off, and the ambassador had been very understanding. Stressing that he knew how dedicated she was to her work and that it was good for her to take time off for her family. It was only after Lila was sound asleep that she made the phone call to her school, she wanted to make sure they knew why Lila was staying home and that she would be in later that afternoon to pick up her daughter’s assignments for the next week.

The principal, M. Damocles was his name, seemed very happy to have spoken to her and said that he would have her assignments waiting when she came to pick them up. Also, if she could bring the doctors’ notes with her, that would be very much appreciated.

Checking again that Lila was sound asleep, she left a note on her daughter’s bedside table that she was running some errands, would be home soon, and to text her if she needed anything. 

Arriving at the school, she was surprised to see everything running so smoothly and that the reconstruction after the two month akuma attack had been gone so well. She was impressed that she couldn’t even tell the difference between the old and new parts of the building. But then, she wasn’t overly skilled with architecture or building construction, so that wasn’t a surprise to her. 

A few knocks on the door and she entered M. Damocles office. She had only met the man a couple times, but he had seemed like a decent person. It was a shame that he had been akumatized for so long and she was curious about what had happened to cause him to be akumatized, but she wasn’t sure if it was proper to ask him.

“Mme. Rossi, good to see you. I understand that Lila has fallen ill?” He asked, spinning around to grab a blue folder behind his desk.

“Yes, the poor dear has strep throat and has been coughing nonstop for days.” Greta told him as she pulled the doctor’s note from her purse. “Here’s the note you requested, do you have her homework packet?”

Damocles looked over the note for a moment before nodding and looking at her expectantly. “Thank you, do you have her other doctor’s notes?”

Greta tilted her head in confusion. “Does she need more than one? It’s just strep throat, she should be back to school after next week.”

“No madam, this is all I need for her current leave from school. I was referring to the doctor’s notes for her tinnitus, arthritis, sprained wrist, and her lying disease. That last one especially, and any information you can give me on accommodating that one so we do not have a repeat of the incident last month.”

Nothing in the world could have kept her jaw from dropping. What he had just told her? “M. Damocles, everything you just said is completely false. Lila has no such ailments, and I don’t think there is such a thing as a lying disease, unless you are referring to pathological lying.”

The man blinked back at her a few times before raising one hand to rub his brow. “Oh my, Mme. Rossi, I believe you and I must have a long discussion about the things your daughter has been saying and doing since she started school here.”

Her legs were stiff as she lowered herself into a chair, a sick feeling growing in her stomach as M. Damocles pulled a different folder out from his desk.

~oOo~

Over two hours later, many truths had finally come out. 

1) The school had never closed for months due to akumas. 

2) When M. Damocles had been akumatized, it had been at night and did no damage to the school. 

3) Greta was not the ambassador, but a secretary. 

4) Lila did not suffer from any diseases. 

5) They had been in Paris since Lila had started school, no globetrotting whatsoever. 

6) She and her husband were not estranged, he had simply wanted to stay at his dream  job in Venice and she would never force him to leave it for her temporary assignment here in Paris. 

7) Lila’s grandmother was alive and had never owned or given Lila a foxtail necklace. 

8) The phone number on file was Lila’s number, not Greta’s. And the email was supposed to be ‘.gov’ not ‘.com’.

Damocles had also called one of Lila’s classmates to his office, Marinette Dupain-Cheng. When the principal told Greta about the incident from the previous month, she was shocked. Then Marinette told them her side of the story; all the lies, the threats, and finally setting the poor girl up to be expelled. Greta had never been so angry with her daughter in her life. Sure, she had been a good little story teller and actress when she was little, but she never would have thought she could be so cruel.

By the end of her explanation, Marinette was practically in tears.

When she mentioned that Adrien Agreste also knew of Lila’s lies, he was called to the office as well. He was a little more reluctant to talk about what Lila had been saying, but Greta insisted that she wanted to know what her daughter had been doing since coming to school, so he told her. If she hadn’t been disgusted before, she definitely was now. Getting Adrien’s father’s employees in trouble, lying about being friends with Ladybug all while telling Greta that she was a useless hero, sexually harassing Adrien while the boy didn’t even realize that was what she was doing to him. She had become a Gabriel model without her permission, which meant that Lila had likely forged her signatures on the contracts, so she would need to contact M. Agreste to get that sorted out. One of the things that surprised her was hearing that Lila had been akumatized, not once or twice, but three times! 

Not long after that, M. Damocles dismissed the children so he and Greta could finish speaking. He told her that, due to falsifying contact records and two months of truancy, Lila was likely to be expelled. Greta accepted this, knowing that she would have done the same thing in that man’s position. In fact, she already had a plan forming on how to thoroughly punish her deceitful daughter. And since Lila had basically been quarantined for the next week and a half, she knew exactly what to do.

First, she began the paperwork to have Lila pulled out of Francois Dupont, effective immediately and asked to go speak to Lila’s classmates. After hearing what her daughter had put Marinette through, she wanted to make sure everyone knew the truth. Damocles allowed this, first pulling Mme. Bustier from the class to alert her as to what was happening. The woman was appalled to hear what had happened but insisted that she had been in contact with her for months via email, to which Greta informed her that it was not her email, but one that Lila had likely set up to keep the school from contacting her. This shocked the teacher to the point where she heavily leaned against the wall and M. Damocles had to support her to keep from collapsing.

When Greta was finally permitted to address the class and debunk the lies that her daughter had been spewing, there had been a lot of shock and questions to follow. But when a girl named Alya began furiously typing on her phone to blow up at Lila, Greta stopped her.

“I’m going to ask that none of you contact Lila from now on.” Alya and the other students looked at her in surprise, but she continued before anyone could interrupt. “I have already begun putting her punishment into motion and know for a fact that it will not be something she will forget anytime soon. So I ask that you do not call, text, or email her. If she attempts to contact you, tell her that you are busy and can’t talk. If she attempts to invite you over or make plans for the future, tell her that you are unavailable or that you already have plans. If she makes any threats or rude remarks to anyone, please forward those messages to me, I will leave my number for you to do so. Do this so that I may move forward with her punishment without her suspecting that I have discovered the truth.”

Having finally had the wool lifted from their eyes, the students realized just how much attention Lila seemed to demand on a daily basis. So, by acting like they were too busy for her or not in the mood to talk, that will drive her crazy and be a nice bit of revenge for lying to them. The class agreed.

After that, Greta headed home to find that Lila was still asleep but beginning to wake up, if the coughing was any indicator. While still having the chance, she called up her husband back in Venice.

“Pronto.”

“Mio amor, how are you? How are things at the school?”

“Ah, mia bella, the school is wonderful, though I must admit, my urge to see you and Lila grows by the minute. When will you come to visit me?”

“Very soon, actually. I’m afraid that you and I need to have a talk about our daughter.” About thirty minutes and a lot of cursing later, Ciro Rossi was now completely up to date on the actions of their daughter.

“I wish to say that I cannot believe Lila would do such things, but I can’t help remembering that boy, Roberto, from two years ago.”

Yes, Greta remembered him well. He had been a very popular boy at Lila’s school; handsome, rich, from a very well connected family, and from what she understood, completely dedicated to his boyfriend. She hadn’t paid him much attention until Lila came home crying that Roberto had attempted to sexually assault her. Greta and Ciro had refused to let such a thing go unchecked and went to the police to report him. During the weeks to follow, Roberto was put through hell; bullied at school, he was beaten up a few times, his boyfriend broke up with him, and his name slandered all over Venice. They had believed what happened to the boy to be justified… until proof was provided that he was nowhere near Lila when she claimed to have been assaulted. 

She suddenly recanted her story, saying that she must have been mistaken and someone that looked like Roberto assaulted her, but the damage had already been done. The boy and his family moved somewhere far away, and Greta and Ciro were forced to pay restitution to Roberto for ruining his name and reputation. Through her tears, Lila convinced them that it had been an honest mistake and that she hadn’t meant for any of that to happen. It wasn’t long after that, Greta received an offer to be the secretary for the assistant ambassador in Paris. Lila had begged her mother to go with her, claiming that her classmates were now bullying her for what happened to Roberto. Wanting to protect their daughter, they agreed.

Looking back on it now, and noticing the similarities between Roberto and Adrien, both Greta and Ciro were disappointed in themselves for not seeing the truth. Which likely was that Lila had tried to get close to Roberto for his money and connections, and when he turned her down, she lied about the assault to ruin his life, much like she had done to Marinette. And when it came out that she had lied about Roberto, her classmates had turned on her. So when she got the chance to start somewhere new, with people who didn’t know about her lies, she took it. Not caring if she harmed anyone at her new school while repeating old habits. But they were not about to let Lila do the same thing to Adrien or Marinette. Once Greta told her husband her plan, he was all for it and began preparing things on his end. By the time Lila was done being sick, her entire life would have turned upside down.

~oOo~

It took a lot more effort than Greta had expected to hide her intentions for the nine days it took for Lila to get over her case of strep throat, but she had been making good use of that time. 

She had contacted Gabriel Agreste’s secretary and asked about any contracts that may have been signed. When she told her she hadn’t signed any contract and that her daughter would no longer be modelling, the woman had no choice but to accept this and inform M. Agreste of this development. The woman also informed Greta that such a breach of contract would result in Lila being blacklisted from the fashion industry. She agreed and promised that she would inform her daughter of this once she was better.

Greta then looked into Lila’s savings and trust fund, of which she had control of since Lila was still a minor. She drained the accounts to pay restitutions to Marinette for bullying and slander, Adrien for sexual harassment; and then sent the rest of it to Roberto, along with a message that she was now completely aware of the type of person her daughter was and would be adequately punished very soon.

And to keep too much suspicion off of her, Greta began mentioning to Lila how her father desperately wanted to see her after she got better, so after the doctor gave her a clean bill of health, they would be going to Venice to see him. Now that she was watching, Greta saw the twinge of uncertainty at the mention of Venice, but quickly covered it with false excitement for going back to visit her father.

As the day grew closer that they would be heading to Italy, Greta also noticed Lila glaring at her phone with utter malice. She might not have known what was going on if Lila’s classmate, Alya, wasn’t keeping her up-to-date on what Lila was telling them. Her daughter was attempting to tell the class that she was going to be going on a trip with a famous singer after she was better, but her classmates were doing as Greta asked and treating the lies as if they meant nothing. When she accused Marinette of calling her a liar while she was sick and couldn’t defend herself, the class stopped responding. 

One message that was forwarded to Greta nearly had her abandoning her plan and confronting her daughter at that moment. It was a message that Lila had sent to Marinette, who had shared it with Alya, who then forwarded it to Greta. It read:

You fugly, no talent bitch! You think I don’t know what you’re doing? Those stupid sheep were eating up every single one of my lies before I got sick, and now they won’t even talk to me! Just you wait. When I get back to school, I’m going to ruin you in every way imaginable. No one will want to be your friend. By the time I’m done with you, I hope you kill yourself. Maybe I’ll convince someone that you tried to kill me and they’ll kill you for me. Either way, you’re dead. And even if you show someone these messages, no one will believe you over me. 

Greta forwarded the message to Ciro as well. He called her right away to discuss other accommodations that they would be making for Lila in the coming days. There was something seriously wrong with their daughter, and they refused to turn a blind eye to what was happening.

When the day finally came that Lila was better and they were heading to Venice, Greta instructed Lila not to pack her more expensive clothes as she would not want to lose them if their baggage got lost. What her daughter didn’t know was that Greta was planning on selling all of her designer clothes, jewelry, her electronics, and everything else to continue paying restitutions to Marinette, Adrien, and Roberto. And it wasn’t like she would need them soon, anyway.

The plane ride was a bit nerve racking for Greta, as she worried about giving something away and Lila figuring out her plan; but if she did, it didn’t show. When they landed at Venice Marco Polo Airport, she had to resist her sigh of relief. The plan was almost ready to be put in action. 

When she saw Ciro waiting for them in his dress whites, her heart sped a bit more. The man was, without a doubt, the most handsome man she’d ever met, and was the love of her life. Being away from him for so long was difficult, but what else could they do? Her husband was a Capitano di Vascello of the Italian Navy and had worked very hard to get where he was. Although he was semi-retired now and no longer served on a ship, he had followed his dream and became the Vice Principal for the premier naval academy in Venice, Francesco Morosini Naval Military School. 

He had gone to the school when he was younger and always claimed that it was the best experience he could have ever wished for. That being in that school saved his life. So when he continued into the navy to serve his country, he made it his goal to one day become the Principal of the school that saved him, so that he could do the same for other students. And now, they would be doing the same for Lila.

Greta and Ciro had thought of admitting Lila to Francesco Morosini when she came of age, but quickly realized that she was not the Navy type and did not want to force her into it. That choice was no longer Lila’s and she would be staying at the military school where it was Ciro’s job, not only as a father, but as an administrator of the school, to keep a close eye on any problem children.

Ciro embraced Greta and then Lila before taking their bags and walking them to his car. Lila was talking at length to her father about all her friends at school, all the happenings in Paris, and even mentioned her boyfriend, Adrien Agreste.

“You would like him, Papa. He’s a model, a gentleman, and his father is the designer, Gabriel Agreste. And he treats me like a princess!” Lila gushed as she showed her father a picture of Lila kissing the blonde boy’s cheek. Greta had seen that picture and had even asked Adrien about it while they had spoken in M. Damocles office. Lila had apparently kissed him without permission when she took that picture, and then sent it to every girl in Adrien’s contact list to make it seem like they were dating. 

Ciro played along, asking questions about her classes, Adrien, the akuma situation that he had heard about over the news, and other things to keep Lila from growing suspicious. Sure enough, she prattled on through the entire car and ferry ride to Venice. Only seeming to look around questioning when they arrived at the Naval school, rather than their apartment.

“What are we doing here?” She asked, looking at her father in confusion.

The two parents dropped the act and glared at their daughter in disappointment and anger. “I’m surprised at you, young lady,” Greta started. “Did you really think you could keep lying to us? We. Know. Everything.”

They watched as her olive skin quickly paled. “What do you mean? I didn’t lie, I sw-”

“We know the school never closed,” Ciro interrupted, his tone leaving no room for argument or interruption. “We know about you lying to your classmates and teachers about having disabilities and diseases. We know about you changing our contact information on your school records. We know about you bullying and sexually harassing your classmates. We know about the threats you’ve made to that one girl. We know that you’ve been akumatized multiple times. We know the truth about what you really did to Roberto two years ago! WE KNOW EVERYTHING!”

With every word he said, Lila seemed to inch away from her irate parents and shrink into herself. At the same time, they saw the rage and contemplation in her eyes. She was angry at being caught and was already trying to think of a way out of trouble. Not that they would give her a chance to even try.

“But I didn’t li-”

“Lie number one, Ladybug is a useless superhero that let your school get damaged and spent months trying to deakumatize your principal, which is why you were out of school for two months.” Greta interrupted that time, pinning her daughter with a glare that she usually reserved for idiot interns who screwed up important paperwork at the embassy. “I personally spoke to your principal and looked into Ladybug. The school never closed. Ladybug and Chat Noir have always defeated the akumas and restored the damage thanks to their abilities. And you told the school that you and I were off globetrotting to places like Achu.”

Her eyes grew to the size of saucers. She was just beginning to stammer out an excuse when her father spoke over her.

“Lie number two, a girl named Marinette Dupain-Cheng has been bullying you because she is jealous of your relationship with your boyfriend, Adrien Agreste. We have seen the texts that you have sent that girl, the most recent saying,” Ciro pulled out his phone to read off of the text “‘...I’m going to ruin you in every way imaginable. No one will want to be your friend. By the time I’m done with you, I hope you kill yourself…’ Does that sound familiar to you?” 

“I also personally spoke to Adrien after I spoke to Marinette, and found out that not only are you not his girlfriend, but you have been sexually harassing him! You even showed us proof in that picture you took where you kissed him!”

“But that’s not sexual harassment!” Lila shot back at them as her panic grew.

“Any unwelcome sexual advances, requests for sexual favors, and other verbal or physical conduct of a sexual nature constitutes sexual harassment. Your mother and I memorized that when you accused Roberto of assault, which is another thing you lied about! And let me guess, you wanted to use that boy’s popularity and family connections for a leg-up, but he turned down your advances since he was gay. You didn’t take that rejection well, so you told us he assaulted you. Is that what happened?”

“How did you-” Lila interrupted herself that time by slapping her hand over her mouth, quickly realizing that she had confirmed what her father had just said.

“Well, congratulations young lady. You have earned a complete overhaul on your life.” 

“What do you mean?” Lila didn’t want to know, but it seemed like she had no choice but to ask.

“Your modelling contract with Gabriel is done,” Greta told her, noticing her wince since they weren’t supposed to know about that either. “I spoke with his assistant and discovered that you forged my signatures on the contracts to let you model. They were kind enough not to pursue legal action against you, but they have asked that I inform you that you have been blacklisted from the fashion industry, so that career option is completely closed off to you.”

“Your mother educated your friends at school with the truth. They know about all your lies and have kept us apprised of what you have been saying, the rumors you have been attempting to spread about going on a trip with a random music star, and were kind enough to forward that threatening message you sent to that girl, Marinette. They are no longer interested in being your ‘sheep’.”

“Not that you will be returning to that school,” Greta continued. “Your truancy has made that impossible, even if we did want you to stay there to face the consequences of your actions. Which includes paying restitution to the people you’ve hurt.”

“Paying!” Ciro and Greta watched as Lila’s right eye began to twitch as she snapped at them.

“Yes, paying. I’ve already emptied out your savings and trust fund to pay back Marinette, Adrien, and Roberto for what you’ve done to them-”

“You can’t do that! That’s my money!” She screamed, stomping her foot at her mother like a five year old throwing a tantrum.

“Money that you earned illegally modelling after forging my signature. And you are a minor, I am well within my rights to take that money to pay for the damages you have incurred. I will also be selling your laptop, tablet, mobile phone, as well as the clothes and jewelry you left in Paris. Seeing as you won’t be needing them anymore.”

As she said this, Lila clutched her phone and hugged it against her chest. “How am I supposed to talk to anyone without my phone?”

“Pen and paper, and if you need to speak with your mother, there’s my office phone or the payphone in the barracks, where you will be staying.” 

The girl’s eyes grew impossibly wide as she looked at her parents in a panic. They couldn’t mean…

Ciro smiled the smile that he used to greet the families whose children were in need of discipline. “Welcome to Francesco Morosini Naval Military School, where we strive to give children an education that will help them for their future and the world that waits for them.”

~oOo~

There had been a lot of begging, crying, and screaming after that as Lila did everything she could to try and change her parents’ minds. This was a total nightmare for her. Forced to wear a uniform she hated. Surrounded by students, teachers, and her father; all of whom knew that she was a liar. No one gave her the type of attention she craved, but everyone was giving her the overly watchful attention she despised. She couldn’t even enjoy becoming an akuma anymore, as she was far out of Hawkmoth’s reach.

Greta and Ciro had gone out to dinner afterwards in an attempt to de-stress, only to get a call an hour later that Lila had tried to steal a boat and run away from the school. She was put on a 24/7 watch after that, now required to wear a tracking monitor wherever she went and was on bathroom and floor cleaning duty for the foreseeable future.

When Greta returned to Paris, she went about doing exactly as she promised. She sold Lila’s electronics, clothes, and jewelry; only keeping a pair of plastic stud earrings that her grandmother had given her. She met with M. Damocles again to let him know that everything had been taken care of. She contacted the Dupain-Cheng family to let them know that Lila wouldn’t be bothering their daughter again. That was probably the most pleasant thing she did, as they were a lovely family and sent her off with a box of assorted scones, so yummy! When she had them send a box of goodies to her husband in Venice, he called her a few days later and begged her to send more whenever she could.

Lila absolutely hated seeing her father enjoy pastries from the bakery of her rival’s family. That, along with being forced to talk to a psychiatrist three times a week to make her admit that she was a liar and to figure out why she feels the need to lie. All while wearing a horrible uniform and actually having to clean. She was in her own personal hell. How she wished that she had never gotten sick.

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Trying to write out a full “What-If” for TOtMiS but as a S4 AU is a bit much, but here are some ideas and a loose outline for where I’d take the story (the first two points are definitely in order, the rest are kind of scattered about randomly).

—> The starting point would be “Truth”. Rather than breaking up with Luka, Marinette would confide in him that she is Ladybug. She would reveal that her breakdown during “Miracle Queen” was due to being overwhelmed by responsibilities plus being a third wheel to Adrien and Kagami. The aftermath would roughly echo what happens at the end of “White Hot Morning” - them needing a day or two to process what happened, before talking to each other and deciding to make things work.

—>… Except Su Han arrives before they can talk things out, and Marinette is put into a position where she has to decide between giving up the box and her memories, or keeping the box and the responsibilities that go with it. While Luka doesn’t want her to lose her memories, he encourages her to make the decision *she* thinks is best, and he will back her up. Cue the kiss scene we should have gotten in “Truth”. Marinette stands up to Su Han, pointing out that the Order was not fair to Fu. A fight ensues. Su Han is a superior fighter, but he recognizes Marinette’s skill. He is determined to keep the ways of the Order alive, and so he agrees to train and assist her in defeating Hawkmoth.

--> Su-Han would oppose Marinette and Luka’s relationship at first, because he doesn’t believe the Guardian should be dating anyone, and that it will be a major distraction. After witnessing Chat’s infatuation with Ladybug, he doubles down in his opinion of this. However, seeing the calming effect Luka has on Marinette, and how she works so well with him, he becomes more netural - “As long as he isn’t distracting you from your duties, I can overlook it”.

--> Luka finding out that his dad is Jagged Stone would be a more complicated plot line. We live for the Couffaine family drama, and with him playing a more active role, we can explore that more. I like to think that Luka and Juleka would have different attitudes toward the revelation, and that it could cause some conflict.

--> Chat would basically be the same in both TOtMiS and canon S4, except he would actually get called out (Su Han being around would mean that he would NOT be getting away with destroying a chimney, that’s for sure). I imagine things would go over a lot less well in this version, though. 

--> I would honestly just cut Lila out of the story. She moves back to Italy or her mother gets called on another diplomatic job or something. She’s barely existent in the season as is, and I’d rather not regurgitate her storyline from OG TOtMiS. Chloe will take her role as the school bully antagonist, whose storyline will focus on her feeling guilt over her betrayal back in “Miracle Queen”. Sabrina cuts off her friendship with Chloe because she can’t get behind betraying the city’s heroes.

--> I wouldn’t make the NY Special canon. However, I would add Jessica and Aeon to the cast (they can be transfer students) and eventually have them join the team. I’d try to give them extra hobbies and interests (history, robotics, jewelry crafting, etc.). 

--> Jessica would be someone who isn’t afraid of taking on a challenge. I wouldn’t say she’s impulsive, but if she’s vaguely interested in trying something out (like, say, doing a semester abroad in Paris), she’s going to do it. If no one feels like going with her, she’ll just go on her own. Most likely, I’d have her befriend Luka, Juleka, Alix, Kagami, Marc, and/or Nino.

--> Aeon would have a different name, as she would not be an android in this AU. Her name would be Barbara Hill, and she is the adoptive daughter of Olympia Hill (Olympia would actually be her aunt, taking Barbara in as a child after losing her parents. Barbara doesn’t really remember this, and just thinks of her aunt as her mom). Barbara, having an interest in robotics, would take “Aeon” as a nickname/alter ego (sort of like how Oka///be from Steins;///Gate goes by “Hou///ouin Kyo///uma”). She’s a bit on the dreamy side and often looks like she’s not paying attention. However, she’s more detail-oriented than she lets on. I’d have her befriend Rose, Sabrina, Nathaniel, Max and/or Alya.

--> If we keep either scene of Chat Noir attacking/killing Scarabella or Aeon, he’s immediately losing his miraculous. Haven’t decided if it’ll be kept though. Also, if either one of them dies and comes back by the miraculous, someone will have words for him. (I imagine Alya would be far more confrontational and would cut off as much contact from Chat as she could. Aeon wouldn’t be angry so much as disappointed in Chat’s misuse of power, and would try to stay away from him as much as possible. Jessica is more likely to make her anger, being incredibly snappy with Chat).

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng overhaul

I’ve decided that I'm completely overhauling Miraculous, and I’m starting with my biggest issue of the show. The handling and writing of Marinette, who’s supposed to be one of the main characters.

Let’s start with physical appearance. Marinette really does look like generic white bread white girl at a first glance. Pale skin with peach undertones, round eye shape, blue eye color, all things that point to her being mostly white. Which I would be fine with if she was only like 1/4 Chinese. But she isn’t, she’s 1/2 Chinese, and only 1/4 French, considering she’s also 1/4 Italian. 

Her being 1/2 Chinese and 1/4 Italian wasn’t added to her backstory to make her more interesting as a character. For her to be a person with a rich and diverse cultural background (considering the only culture she seems to know is French) wasn’t the intention at all. What they wanted was to add some “exotic spice” to their generic white girl character.

To go forward we must first go back. Starting with Gina Dupain. She’s 100% Italian, or at least I assume so considering they never say otherwise. I’m assuming they intend for her to be from Northern Italy, considering the paler skin and green eyes. But I’ve already decided that Lila is going to be from Northern Italy in this rewrite. So I’m changing it to where Gina is from Southern Italy. For story reasons specifically, it’s going to add onto the reason why Marinette and Lila dislike each other from the beginning. Northern and Southern Italians tend to have a bit of a feud. Northern Italians think Southern Italians are Lazy, Uneducated, Close-minded, and Deeply Religious. While Southern Italians think Northern Italians are Career-orientated Captalists who lack Warmth, Culture, Good Food, and Souls. Also Gina having a past of having been more family oriented, and traditional when she met and married Rolland (who is very traditional) makes a lot of sense story wise. If they both met while they were very young, like late teens early twenties, and got married not long after, that would give Gina a lot of time and opportunity to grow and change out of that mindset, to what her current mindset is. Rather than Gina having always been this way, and Rolland somehow regressing from a man who could deal and even be attracted to such a wild, untraditional woman, to someone who couldn’t. Gina, Tom (Marinette’s dad) and Marinette all have those warm golden undertones to their skin that’s pretty common in Southern Italian people. Most obvious in Gina, least obvious in Marinette.

Sabine is another character who I’m altering. Though in a more physical way than backstory way. The Blue Hair has to go. Sabine and Marinette both have black hair in this story, like the rest of the Cheng family. [Though I did think about giving Marinette dark brown hair, instead of black]. Her eyes are also getting changed. Both Sabine, and her mother (Marinette’s grandmother) Mei Cheng, are getting Russet Brown eyes, which I think better suit the warm maternal vibes she gives off more than the grey she has. Eyes that Marinette also inherits, because I think the warm brown color will suit Marinette’s new characterization. The Chengs seem to have olive skin tones, but are also very pale. Marinette is slightly darker than her mother due to her Italian heritage meaning she tans easier than her mom. Though Marinette, Sabine, and her Chinese grandmother Mei, all have the tendency to freckle in the sun. Sabine and Mei both have the tendency to cover their freckles with makeup due to Chinese beauty standards finding them undesirable.

Marinette appearance specific changes:

I’ve changes her skin tone from a winter (someone with cool undertones) to a summer (someone with warm undertones). Meaning her skin tone is more like her father’s (he’s a warm toned summer in canon). Her eye color from blue to Russet Brown, and her hair color from blue to proper black. She does have mono-lid eyes, but the outer corners of her eyes point more downward like Tom’s, instead of up like her mother’s. She’s got thicker eye brows than her mom’s, though not as thick and bushy as her dad’s, but she’s recently taking to plucking them to try and tame them. She’s got freckles all over, though unlike her mother she doesn’t bother to hide them.

Now finally on to personality:

Marinette is supposed to be a clumsy, scatterbrained, artist, with a knack for unexpected but creative solutions to problems she encounters. She’s shown as frequently late to school, in spite of literally living directly across the street from it. Along with being shy, and a loner, who struggles to stand up to her bully Chloe. Though those last three things are apparently easily remedied by getting a Miraculous and meeting the new girl, go figure.

First of all, Marinette’s room is way too clean for a character that’s supposed to be clumsy and scatterbrained. Her room should be a chaotic mess that only she should be able to navigate. There should be at least three half finished sewing projects in progress, papers and other art supplies scattered randomly about the room, her collection of fighting games in an order only she understands, and at least a couple articles of dirty clothes left out on the floor. Teenagers don’t tend to be impeccably organized anyways, much less the clumsy, artistic, scatterbrained type. Her room should show evidence of Hurricane Marinette sweeping through it twice a day, even if she cleans it frequently.

Issues with standing up for yourself, and being a shy loner, don’t tend to disappear when meeting a new friend you’ve known less than a day, or becoming a superhero. Being a shy, loner, who was too scared to stand up for herself either needs to be something slowly changed over a long course of time, or have never been there in the first place.

I’m going with it never having been there in the first place, because there’s already plenty of shy, loners, who can’t stand up for themselves in this show. Two of them are in Marinette’s class. I’m instead taking Hurricane Marinette up to 11. Marinette doesn’t tend to have a lot of friends before meeting Alya, in spite of her extremely friendly nature, because the near feral creative energy that lingers around Marinette makes most of her classmates kind of nervous. Especially because it’s not outwardly bubbly and excitable energy the way it is with Rose, it’s more of a vibe that hangs around Marinette, like she’ll explode into a creative frensy at any moment, even if she’s just quietly taking notes in class. Like a creative storm is always brewing just over the horizon, that they can’t see but can feel the pressure of in their bones. Marinette verbally spars with Chloe frequently, but she also does it with a little smile that means she’s more or less enjoying it. Marinette and Chloe respect each other in their own weird fri-enemy sorta way.

Marinette is tri-lingual, being fluent in French, conversational in Italian, and mostly fluent in Mandarin Chinese. Food cooked in her home is a mix of Italian, French, and Chinese. And the pastries served in their family Bakery are similarly multi-cultural. Something that has a hand in their popularity with the wider public, and the distaste Rolland Dupain has for it.

Marinette at first sees Adrien as another potential sparring partner, and is lowkey disappointed when at the end of the school day he reveals himself to be just a terribly awkward, and sheltered rich boy who has no idea how to socialize. She does however agree to be his teacher in all things normal life. A match not quiet ideal, considering Marinette is an artsy weirdo who’s considered the equivalent of a natural disaster by her classmates, and Adrien is an extremely sheltered rich boy who thinks a banana is like 10 dollars. It is the definition of the blind leading the blind. Alya and Nino both thrive on the chaos, which is why they made friends with them in the first place. Even though people tend to look to them in hopes of controlling the chaos duo. There is no crushes between Marinette and Adrien, they’re just best friends until they’re like 16 or so, and that’s when feelings start to develop. Marinette does end up setting Nino and Alya up, in a similar way to how she does in the show, but there’s no Marinette/Adrien ship messing with things.

Hero stuff:

Marinette and Adrien act distinctly different as Ladybug and Chat Noir, specifically because they’re being influenced by Tikki and Plagg. Ladybug isn’t scatterbrained and or an agent of chaos, because Tikki has one of her tiny hands on the wheel at all times, reigning the instinctual chaos of Marinette in. Which is why Ladybug is distinctly put together, and more no-nonsense than Marinette would ever be. This is reflected in the instances where Marinette uses different Miraculous for one reason or another, and retains much more of her innate chaotic behavior. The Rat-miraculous affects her personality the least, due to her and Mullo being basically the same level of chaotic. Chat Noir is the opposite, chaotic Adrien has the assistance of even more chaotic Plagg, which is why he’ll occasionally struggle to take anything serious at all. Adrien is also varying levels of chaotic depending on which Miraculous he’s using, not all of them make him as intensely chaotic as Plagg does, but so far the only one that really reals him in is Tikki.

Edit: For more content of this AU/re-write that I’m doing, all of the related posts are tagged miraculous overhaul.

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ML theory (5/6/22)

What if Hawkmoth/Shadowmoth/Monarch’s lair was once a WWI or WWII shelter?  

Not only does the Agreste mansion have an elevator that leads down to it, but so does the Grand Paris Hotel.  Remember they are across the street from each other.

Both Lila and her sidekick Chloe discover the secret elevator in the Hotel, and that is how Butterfly! Lila uses his lair.  It’s also how she has access to the white butterflies to akumatize people.    

Although what happens to Gabriel I don’t know.  

In the first part of the season 2 finale when she’s akumatized by Hawkmoth, there’s a blue banner hanging on her bedroom wall that gave the kinda-illusion that she was in the dome that he was currently in.  

Also we get it, she’s from Italy.  It’s weird that there’s so many Italian flags in her room.  

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More similar than he thought

pairing: Jerome Valeska X Reader

warnings: violence, jealousy, fluff, angst

words: 2067

summary: Jerome's second memory that made him understand one more piece of the puzzle.

note: I apologise for any mistakes and for the English... this is another chapter of the series "The Girl"

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The ginger had turned 8 years old a few months ago, he was still at the circus yep, he was still with his mother and brother, unfortunately, yep, he had grown up over the years...affirmative.

The circus had arrived at their first stop outside America that morning, starting to get everything set up and beginning to train or decide to take a tour around to admire the country where they had stopped, Italy.

There weren't many artists who had gone for a tour around there, or so Jerome thought. He had sat in the shade waiting for Y/n to show up and started watching all the people he called family, but didn't consider as a family, do their thing.

For now he'd seen almost everyone, he'd seen the acrobat family: Alphonse Grayson who kept looking around casually for his mother, Lila, John Grayson who'd left thinking he wouldn't be seen with Mary Lloyd, Owen Lloyd's niece, both in the show as clowns.

The Lloyds and Graysons were a bit like the families of Romeo and Juliet, the Montague and Capulet according to Y/n or that was what she had said to the ginger a late night sitting next to him in the cold on the floor watching the performers who were still awake, starting to tell him about the gossip she had heard around also telling him that she enjoyed those dramas as much as they could be a soap opera. So she was always trying to find out more without getting noticed.

In her view all people lived in their own movie, with main characters, side characters and extras and Jerome thought the same after he thought about it one night when he couldn't sleep.

Mr. Cicero and Uncle Zach had also passed by and fortunately did not notice him.

But he still hadn't seen either his mother who was still in the trailer from that morning or his twin brother Jeremiah, but he didn't really care because his focus was on the girl who hadn't shown up yet.

After a mental fight over whether to go to her trailer or not, the ginger decided that he would go to her, getting up from his seat as he saw Haly, the circus director, come into the tent to set things up.

Jerome walked over to the trailer which he knew was Y/n's because of the decorations she had done outside, finding her white trailer too depressing, making a small strip which bisected the trailer in rainbow colours.

He climbed the three steps leading to the door thinking for a second whether to knock or just walk in, opting for the second one, opening the door without too much trouble, entering with a smile on his face, opening his mouth to call her name, freezing as soon as he saw that his brother was sitting at the small table with some books in front of him.

Jeremiah looked up as he met his brother's gaze seeing the anger boiling up in his twin starting to fear how he might react. Fortunately it wasn't the moment he would find out, thanks to Y/n coming in from her room and returning to the cooker, quickly finishing what she was doing noticing Jerome's presence because of the sudden fresh air that came in from the door that wasn't closed properly " little carrot! I've been waiting for you, what took you so long? I made breakfast, would you like to join us?”. She moved her face towards him noticing that he was still staring at Jeremiah who was looking at him with a slightly scared expression.

The girl cleared her throat causing Jerome's gaze to shift to her nodding, quickly accepting the breakfast as he also sat down at the table after removing his coat and dropping it somewhere like the other times, without taking his eyes off Jeremiah.

Usually he liked to watch her cook, standing there leaning against the table admiring her at work, yes, she was definitely pretty, but this time he didn't, he preferred to look at his twin with hate not understanding why he was there at her trailer at that time in the morning annoyed that he hadn't woken up early enough to hear him leave.

As soon as Y/n finished cooking breakfast for the three of them she put it on the plates placing them on the table sitting between the two of them clapping their hands together smiling "pancakes with fresh strawberries I got at the market this morning and cream" she looked at Jerome raising and lowering her eyebrows returning his smile starting to eat looking at the book in front of the other ginger, raising her face again at the child's question that broke the silence "what were you guys doing? " she shifted her gaze meeting his, indifferent from the obvious jealousy in the young ginger's eyes "Jeremiah asked me for help with something he didn't understand about a book and I agreed" she lifted the book slightly showing him the title page "there were things in Italian he wanted me to translate for him". Jerome nodded slightly at this reminding himself that his friend knew Italian as it was practically her native language "and couldn't he ask someone else?" Y/n nodded in amusement as she ate her strawberry "sure, he could ask anyone here in the small town we're in, they'd only explain it to him in Italian and he knows it very well" Jeremiah nodded a smile shaking his head slightly, changing the subject "the pancakes are delicious". The girl turned to look at him smiling in appreciation nodding slightly before thanking him and going back to eating her breakfast reading the book translating what he wanted to know answering his questions not noticing Jerome's staring at the two of them with the most total hate towards his brother and a sort of sadness towards Y/n dropping the plate with the unfinished breakfast on it. Earning a surprised gasp from Jeremiah and Y/n's gaze to the floor where the now broken plate was, with the breakfast all over it, noticing also the girl's skin tone had turned paler at the sound of the broken plate, but showing no sign of shock or anger, she had an expression that said absolutely nothing, something she had a few times.

As soon as the girl's gaze met the young ginger's, Jerome began to regret what he had done boiling over more unable to tell if it was because of the anger he felt towards Jeremiah or towards himself, getting up pulling down all the books trying to grab Jeremiah by the neck not being able to think clearly anymore yelling at him "it's only your fault! it's always just your fault Jeremiah!", continuing to fight to try and reach him even though Y/n was making it more difficult as he continued to watch his scared twin hide behind the girl as best he could.

Jerome froze as he heard a groan of pain realizing he had just hit the one person he never wanted to hurt. He watched Y/n, starting to slightly pall and run out of the trailer not to risk making things worse.

The ginger found a lonely place to sit and thinking, beginning to fear the worst, what would happen if he went back to the circus? Would Y/n still be so kind to him? Would she never want to see him again? Would she now think of him as a monster too? She would no longer be his friend and she would prefer Jeremiah to him too, who wouldn't, who wouldn't prefer Mr Perfect to someone like him, he was a monster after all right? He was the evil one, not Jeremiah? So he believed after all the things he was hearing and the beating he was taking. Jerome began to panic, not hearing the footsteps of someone behind him as he continued to sob and cry to himself. Stopping when something covered the sun putting him in the shade. He slowly raised his face meeting Y/n's, who was smiling at him understandingly looking into his eyes exactly like their first meeting.

She didn't say anything, she just stood there looking at him offering her hand, slightly stopping smiling when she saw the ginger cover himself to receive the slap he thought he was going to receive but didn't receive seeing her hand in front of him.

He took it slowly not sure if he really wanted to get back with her or talk but letting himself be carried back to the trailers and into hers.

They were silent the whole time as Y/n cleaned up the mess he had caused and started looking for a mirror sitting at the table where the young ginger was, looking at any wounds she had on her face.

Jerome didn't know what to say since he had gotten back into the trailer, he didn't even understand why she had brought him back here and why they were being silent, he didn't understand why she hadn't beat him up or why she hadn't yelled at him opting for the silence and his company and once again he began a mental fight about speaking or not speaking, apologizing for what he had done or not, after all she was the one who was with his twin brother and not with him. But the strange feeling in his stomach of remorse made him open his mouth, not looking her in the eyes like all the other times "I'm sorry".

The girl was quite surprised that he had spoken but most of all that he had apologised smiling sweetly at him standing in silence listening to him. Understanding perfectly well how he had felt that morning and what Jeremiah was doing to him, but more importantly understanding his situation in his family, she huffed out a laugh that made the ginger look up and be greeted by her delicate, feminine hands, which carefully wiped away his tears "I know, little carrot, but if you keep reacting like this you're giving your brother exactly what he wants to prove, do you understand me?", Jerome nodded looking at her surprised "so you don't prefer him to me? ", she shook her head in incredulity, opening her arms hugging him as soon as he moved closer to her "of course not, why would I prefer him to you, too much perfection always hides something, we have confirmations in several movies we have seen and I have eyes JJ, I can observe and I am not stupid or not as much as people may believe, remember ‘L’equilibrio tranquillizza, ma la pazzia è molto più interessante’, my little crazy carrot," Jerome smiled wiping away a tear that had fallen, "I don't think you're stupid anyway" she smiled murmuring a thank you enjoying the warm body and the cuddle full of silence that was broken a little later by her, "Love those who love you, do not love who escapes you, he loves the heart that yearns for you. Do not say you love who loves you but loves you and is silent beholder", Jerome turned and met her gaze "what?", she smiled "I had to break the silence and how better than a random phrase from William Shakespeare? I've already pulled out one by Bertrand Russell".

They both broke into a fit of laughter for no particular reason as they returned to their previous silence.

The silence always made Jerome think, causing him to get lost in his thoughts, remembering the moment before as he looked at the girl's red cheekbone that had become so from the hit, remembering how she had gone pale when the plate broke "you went pale before...when the plate broke...but you didn't react like Jeremiah..why? " Y/n lowered his gaze meeting the ginger's eyes as she returned a smile shrugging slightly "everyone had a past before, I can only guarantee you that I understand you much better than you might think, some things are not so easily forgotten" he nodded slightly thinking about the meaning of his friend's sentence remembering some scars he had seen on her realizing that maybe she also had a person like Lila next to her before joining the circus at the age of 7.

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A/n: ‘L’equilibrio tranquillizza, ma la pazzia è molto più interessante’='Sanity calms, but madness is more interesting'

[jasmine-the-fox]

I did the work... You guys were lazy

For this salt fic, I want you all to see what happens to the class for believing Lila and her lies and leaving behind Marinette... Also Damienette ship!!

For years Marinette didn’t think about her old class... Caline Bustier’s class was gone like the wind to her when she left Paris to go to Gotham for college, there were times when Alya and some of them will text her old number about demands of baked goods, dresses or new date Adrien plans... She would ignore them and at one point got rid of her phone as she was done with them, the only people she spoke to was Chloe who never believed Lila and even worked hard to be forgiven by Mari, Sabrina did so much research on Lila with Max that they too were forgiven with time, then was Alix who was visited by a furious Bunnix who showed Alix her future if she follows Lila.

Nathaniel was also someone who believe Mari, from the start he thought Lila was strange and one day with Marc spoke to Mari and has been loyal to her... Lastly was Kitty section, Luka was furious with them for listening to Lila about music and warned them about him quitting if they keep this up, after a while they heard Mari crying to Luka about what Lila did to her and they ended up leaving Lila, outside the class was of course Luka and Marc, Kagami, Aurore, Mireille, Ondine and Felix who is Adrien’s cousin, he was furious when Chloe told him about Adrien’s take the higher road line he told Mari.

Each of her friends did sadly go to different places and she only had Chloe with her in Gotham but that was fine with her, she still texted and did video calls with them so that was fine to her... And then she met Damian Wayne, the boy was cold and rarely spoke to anyone unless for a project he had to do in a team, slowly she began talking to him outside of class and that made him at some point want to speak with her about anything at all that wasn’t even related to school, with time Chloe helped her with there friends to change Marinette’s style, she went from pigtails to her hair down or in a braid, from white pink and gray to black and other kinds of colors.

She also began to wear make-up and she opened up a website for her designs, a blog so people can see tips and tricks on how to do things with clothes or how to fix something, she also took down all her previous accounts she had with the class following her and opened new accounts for her real friends to be seen with her, Damian would glare when his brother’s would talk about a new post on her social media or on her blog while his father often commissions her for clothes, this caused for her to become famous in Gotham and Clark interview her... Making her also famous in Metropolis.

And while she was becoming famous while still in school... Her class was losing there dreams, Alya was the first one to go through this, Nadja Chamack got to interview Lois Lane who ripped into the Ladyblog by pointing out posts she made that were lies and the consequences that would have happened if certain people saw them... Leading to her blog being taken down, she with Lila got sued and Lila was exposed as the liar she was including the bonus of Lila being deported back to Italy to live with her grand-parents who were sending her to a private school.

Slowly everyone including Adrien were targeted, Adrien being found out as Lila revealed that he and Marinette were the only ones who knew she was lying from the start... He was homeschooled once again but was able to go to college, he picked one his friends were going to with the grades they had but they all glared at him... But none of them thought to apologize to Mari for bullying her and claiming her to be a liar... Not until there bank accounts were frozen because there parents received from Tom and Sabine bills for each of there kids for baked goods, clothes, babysitting that Alya and Nino put on her at the last minute for a date and anything else that they never paid back.

That’s when they remembered Marinette, they all began trying to call and text her... But her number wasn’t available anymore as it wasn’t use so they couldn’t talk to her, Alya thought she was being petty while Adrien thought Mari was being selfish, with time they got back to work on what they wanted... And then they saw Mari on the news in Metropolis as an up coming designer, Gabriel Agreste saw a solution to the problem Lila brought to his work and told Adrien to try and talk to her and see if she would date him... Except Adrien didn’t have her current number.

It took some time but Gabriel ended up being invited to a Wayne Gala, he took his son and instructed him to try and get Marinette’s new number to try and then date her, Adrien was certain it would all go well and he would get her new number... Then everyone will be able to contact her and things will go back to normal for them, when they got there, Adrien began looking for Mari but saw Chloe with Damian Wayne and some girl with short hair, he decided to ignore them for now and focus on searching for Mari but couldn’t find her at all.

“Adrien? I’m surprised that your here since your father always comes alone” he turned to find Chloe and the girl from earlier, Damian wasn’t with them now and was instead talking to some guests “Hey there Chlo, my dad heard about Mari on the news and wanted to meet her and so I was just trying to find her for him” he explained as the girl looked annoyed at him while Chloe looked disappointed “Mari has been next to me from the start... You should have come over the moment you got here” she said as Adrien looked shocked at Marinette, her hair was now chin length, her dress was a beautiful red dress with a beautiful dragon design.

Chloe had to then walk away to speak with a guest, leaving the two alone, Adrien began trying to start a conversation but Mari simply went with short and simple answers... No going into detail of things, this was not the Marinette Dupain-Cheng he knew so he had to do something, he then began asking her if she could show him around Gotham while he was here, if she would like to have lunch with him at some point and even if she would like to dance with him... She said straight up no and didn’t give him a reason as to why, still wanting her number to begin contacting her, he decided to wait until she was drinking wine before snatching her phone from her purse and adding her number to his phone and sending it to the class before putting it back into her purse.

He just had to tell her she gave it to him while she was a little drunk, it would be just fine in the end and nothing would go wrong... He was wrong, the next day, police came to arrest him for stealing her phone and sending her number to others who contacted her the whole night... He tried to defend himself but security camera’s caught him stealing her phone and slipping it back, he was being sued and a restraining order was on him to stay away from her while she once again changed her number and ended up telling her clients about it... Gabriel was disappointed in his son for he had to go meet with her to try and fix everything... While trying to get her to agree to going on a date with his son.

She was already dating Damian though.

He found out when he saw them together, Damian had called her Angel and they kissed before he left, she refused to go on a date with his son or to remove the restraining order on his son... But Gabriel won’t give up “Make one of them hate the other, anything will do but make one of them dump the other!” he ordered his son who nodded to the demand, since Adrien couldn’t get close to Mari... He had to aim for Damian, he decided to us a few pictures he took of her in the past to make Damian think she has been dragging around a bunch of guys and girls, he didn’t care that Nino and Kim knew from childhood, he also didn’t care that Chloe and Kagami were in a relationship with one another, he didn’t care about Luka and Felix’ pride.

He was going to win this no matter what... He will make his father proud of him.

He was sent back to Paris to be put in jail there three days later, he really didn’t know what went wrong, all he did was show Damian the pictures and told him a few lies about her... And next thing he knew police was at his hotel room door and took him away to get to the airport to get to Paris, what he didn’t know was that Damian had seen those very pictures on Mari’s old friends and current friends social medias, so he knew he was lying from the start and called the police about it, Gabriel tried to stop them but he too was sent back to Paris for Nathalie had given the police a recording of Gabriel telling Adrien to try and get Mari’s number and have her date him.

Because of this both of there miraculous were taken, since Ladybug was now part of Batman’s team and had warned the police about the Agreste father and son having one each, Nathalie of course gave up her’s with the info and then returned early to Paris to take care of things there... And get Lila into even more trouble as she did work with Hawkmoth all this time, even so it wasn’t over, after a while in prison Adrien was released but not his father, after that Adrien saw his friends and fixed everything with them since he did get Mari’s number for them... If only for a while, so they forgave him, Adrien ended up getting the whole Agreste fortune and he then sold the mansion and the fashion company to live in an apartment.

His friends all worked hard to save up money to have a class reunion, with time everything was planned out and they got the whole class notified about it so they know when it happens and where to go at what time, they were so happy to have it happen as they couldn’t wait to see everyone, when the day came they were shocked at the friends they thought were evil...

Max and Sabrina ended up getting married, it was big and hard to get into a news reporter was able to find out from Sabrina that her dress was made by Marinette herself, Kitty section ended up breaking up, Juleka was now a model for Mari while Rose became a writer, Mylène was now a famous actress and happily married to Ivan who was now a famous song writer, Chloe and Kagami also got married, Chloe was Marinette’s assistant while Kagami opened up a Tsurugi fencing school in Gotham, Luka was now following Jagged Stone and becoming a famous singer and guitar player, Nathaniel become her website artist, helping her redesign her site page depending on new themes and seasons while Felix was Marinette’s image manager.

They were all there, even Lila... But Marinette was nowhere in sight, they all tried getting answers but the gang had ignored them, Aurore, Ondine, Mireille and Marc found it funny that they would try to get answers on Mari after all this time they had bullied her, Marinette then walked in arm in arm with Damian Wayne, they looked amazing in there outfits, just like all of her friends as they too were wearing her designs, the two walked around to greet her friends and see how they were doing since the last time they had spoken together, Alya and the gang tried to talk to her but all she did was ignore them... Lila on the other hand glared at Mari.

Everything Marinette was doing and getting... Should have been her, Lila should have been the one to meet Damian Wayne, she should be the one dating him, SHE should be the one becoming famous! But no! She was found out as being dangerous, working with a villain like Hawkmoth destroyed everything she could hope for... Now she worked part-time at some little restaurant in Italy being barely paid much with the hopes of meeting some rich guy to sweep her off her feet, she looked at times towards Adrien, he may no longer be a model for his father’s designs but he was now modeling for an agency who knew of what he liked, disliked and wanted to work in.

Even so she was disappointed when she saw how Adrien was focused on Mari, he still wanted to be with her,  he began walking towards “Agreste! You know that the restraining order is still on you! Take one more step towards Mari and I will call the cops!” Chloe shouted making the other’s of the class look at her in shock, Restraining order? On Adrien? To not get close of sweet innocent Marinette? Chloe must be lying, so of course Alya snapped back with Nino on her side on how Adrien has a right to greet Mari, they claim he’s allowed to go see her and insist he does, Kim pushes him forward towards Mari while Sabrina calls her dad to inform him about Adrien breaking the restraining order.

He got there in just a few minutes...

“Mister Agreste due to the fact that you broke the restraining order miss Marinette Dupain-Cheng placed on you after you stole her phone during a Wayne gala and then sent her number to an unknown number of people you will be coming with me to the station” Roger said as he cuffed Adrien and forced him to follow to his police car, Alya, Nino, Kim and Lila were in a massive shock at this... So Chloe was right, Marinette did put a restraining order on Adrien... Because they wanted her number to talk to her again since she changed it after all this time, and now here she was, changed and not allowing them to talk to her and to apologize for what they did.

The whole event ended and by morning everyone was on a plane to get back to where they live or are to be staying for work, about a week later Alya found out in the paper that Marinette was going to become a Wayne soon, she so badly wanted to report about in order to help her make it big so she with Nino got to the airport and paid for plane tickets to Gotham to speak with her, they found where she worked and begged to see her “Alya? Nino? Can I ask why your here in Gotham?” they turned to find Mari with Damian, they were just about to leave for lunch when she saw them “Mari! Gurl you NEED to let me report about your wedding! This could give me a huge break and get to become a reporter again!” Alya claimed as Mari glared at her.

“What do you mean by again? Alya all this time, you were not a reporter... You were the owner of a tabloid that posted every single lie Lila spoke to you, and as for this big break of yours it was destroyed the second Lois spoke about the Ladyblog, try anywhere and they will reject you because Lois is the one who reveals who is a good reporter... And those who are like you... Trash under our feet” Mari hissed and began walking with her fiancé too the door until she turned to the front desk “Alissa, please get these two on the blacklist and kick them out, I don’t want to see this trash by the street when I get back” she said and walked out like this wasn’t anything new for her to say.

Marinette worked hard to get to where she was... With the help of her friends and Damian... But her three remaining classmates all believed that Lila would help them skip up to the lifestyle she has now... But everyone knows you need to put the effort into things to get there.

[mister-e-filman]

Miraculous: The Rise of Ladybug and Cat Noir

Epilogue

Hawk Moth stood alone in his lair in which a large window with a butterfly (or flower) design closed, encasing the room in darkness. All that was visible in the darkness was Hawk Moth's silvery-white eyes.

"This is just the beginning, Ladybug. You and Cat Noir may have won these first few battles, but I will win the war. I will get your Miraculouses. I will get the absolute power! And then my dream will come true! Unless there is another way I can get my wish without causing Armageddon –" Hawk Moth stated while his fingers drummed on his cane.

"Well, I figured that since Ladybug and Cat Noir are amping up their game, I figured I could help amp yours up as well even more so than before, while you continue setting up the chessboard. Plus, I am fully aware that this is damaged, which is why I won’t be with you all of the time, even though I’m with you to the end," the voice told him. "Let's wait until their trial is over, I want to see what happens first, understand?" Hawk Moth asked the eyes of which they nodded. The eyes darted over to a nearby chessboard that only had a few chess pieces on it, the white king and queen resembling Hawk Moth and her with a white rook resembling Stoneheart, two pawns resembling Mr. Pigeon and the Mime, and the black king and queen resembling Cat Noir and Ladybug.

"So, what do I call you?" Hawk Moth asked.

"Call me, Mayura," she answered.

Meanwhile, all the way in Italy, there was a young brunette Italian woman Ms. Prima Rossi was eating dinner with her 13-year-old "daughter," Lila Rossi with packing boxes all over the tiny apartment.

"So, Mother, why Paris of all places to move to?" Lila asked.

Prima sighed before saying, "I told you before, it’s because of this place being scheduled for renovation, and the only place I could find that was still close enough for my job is in Paris, France."

"And you can’t find another job because why?" Lila added.

"Because the embassy needs me, believe me, I tried to find a new job, but I just couldn’t," Prima told her.

I wish Father were here, at least I would have somebody in this damn 'family' to talk to, Lila thought to herself sadly.

"Hey! Have you been listening to a single word that I've been saying?" Prima snapped.

"Yeah, and I also hear that the place we’re going to stay in is going to be very far away from the embassy," Lila sassed.

"Don’t get smart with me! I’m doing my hardest to keep this family together by helping the embassy help the world," Prima shot back.

"Fuck the world," Lila growled.

"Lila Alessandra Rossi, you go to your room, now!" Prima shouted.

Lila got up and walked to her almost completely empty room.

She grabbed her cellphone and scrolled through her contacts, wondering who to call/text, but then decided against it so, she grabbed her messenger bag, put her phone inside of it and got out her necklace

The bag was near a pair of black shades that had a golden buckle on each side and indigo purple lenses and she went to her window when suddenly her phone started flickering, showing Ladybug and Cat Noir on it from an article on how those two were going to court soon. Then the main picture showed six words; "Destroy them both, my little Volpina."

"Yes, I understand, Father, they will fall, I assure you!" Lila/Volpina whispered gleefully.

"Hey, Lee-Lee, I’m sorry for so much of this, and I know that all of this is stressing you out. It’s stressing me out too," Prima said softly.

"It’s okay, Mother. I have given it some thought, and now I am actually looking forward to Paris. I cannot wait," Lila/Volpina assured her.

"Really? Well, that’s great. I’m glad that we came to a good resolution," Prima said.

Volpina smiled evilly while patting a box that was holding a bunch of hacker equipment. "Thank you, Mother. Paris, here I come!" Volpina softly said in an evil tone.

Little did anyone know that the Age of Heroes had returned!

THE END

Author's note: Lila (Lee-la instead of Lie-la)

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To be continued in Miraculous: Ladybug and Cat Noir, Year One

[sayuricorner]

Miraculous Ladybug salt x Jojo’s bizarre adventure: “Biodad!Jonathan Joestar” AU

Headcanons part 1

Warning: English is not my first language so sorry if it’s confusing.

Warning 2: This AU content salt don’t like don’t read!

Warning 3: For the Jojo character’s palettes colors I use the anime palette colors as reference.

If you want to use this AU you can! just credite and tag me in return please! :)

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So, in many ML biodad AUs Marinette’s bio dad is most of the time someone like Bruce Wayne or Tony Stark, but how about:

                                 Biodad! Jonathan Joestar AU

I mean when you think about it both Marinette and Jonathan are alike in looks and personnality!

Appearance:

-Both got blue hair

-Both got light blue eyes

Personnality:

-Both are kind souls

-Both are selfless and think about others before themself most of the time

-Both got a strong sense of justice

-Both are very smart

-Both are combative when needed

-Both don’t hesitate to put themself in danger to protect others

-Both can over-react when they’re carried away by their emotions

And just imagine the story possibilities with this AU!

“But Sayuri! Jonathan Joestar is from the Victorian aera and Marinette is born in the french modern aera how Jonathan would be Marinette’s bio dad in this AU?”

Well the same way which make Giorno, Donatello, Ungalo and Rikiel Jonathan’s kids:

Yep! In this AU Marinette is another child born from Dio’s one night stands!

Now I know that make Marinette Dio’s daughter too and I know Giorno, Donatello, Ungalo and Rikiel are mostly know as Dio’s children but to be honest I consider them more as Jonathan’s kids than as Dio’s because honnestly outside of the head the rest of the body is Jonathan’s.

How Marinette’s conception happen then? Well here’s how:

Years before Marinette’s birth, a young adult Sabine Cheng was on a trip in Egypt, she meet Dio in a bar one night, he seduced her and they got a one night stand, with Dio having the intention to suck Sabine’s blood after, but at one Dio got a brutal crisis.

Normally anyone would get afraid and run away but instead Sabine, being the kind person she was, had done all she can to calm down Dio with all the tenderness she can give. And without being aware of it this actually saved her life.

After helping Dio to calm down both fall asleep, Dio woke up later in night while Sabine was still asleep.

Remembering the warm and familiar kind feeling he experienced during his “episode”, a feeling he didn’t feel for a very long time, he decided to spare Sabine under the pretext he wasn’t in the mood to suck her blood anymore before living to go back to his mansion.

In the morning Sabine wake up only to notice Dio left and never see him again after that night, she go on with her trip and when she go back to France she found out she was pregnant.

She decided to keep the baby, times later she meet and fall in love with Tom Dupain, both end up marrying to each other and Tom adopt Marinette and became legally her father.

The Dupain-Cheng couple also decided to give her a middle name “Joanne” in memory of one of Tom’s aunts with who he was close, making her full name “Marinette Joanne Dupain-Cheng”

Does that mean Marinette in this AU had the Joestar birthmark? Yep, she does! And she also got the Joestar genes when it’s come to body shape: as a kid she look like a shrimp but when she will be older she will get rather tall and will got more muscules to her peers’s surprise.

Did she had a stand in this AU? Yes!

Her stand is called [Viva la vida], a reference to the Coldplay’s song, this stand had the power to create miracles like making plants grow, healing illness and bad injures or being a big source of luck she also had a big affinity with plants and animals. But her powers had limits for example while her miracles allow her to bring back someone to life it’s only possible if the dead person isn’t dead for a too long time and make a powerfull miracle drain Marinette energy and she end up knocked out for a time.

When Marinette is Ladybug, [Viva la vida]’s miracles powers are stronger.

[Viva la vida] isn’t a stand know for her strengh but she’s very fast which allow her to make a lot of punches and kicks at the same time.

Stand’s appearance: [Viva la vida] is an humanoid stand with beetle features, her color schemes are black white and pink, she had beetle wings, big rond blue non-reflective eyes and her head is rond with two anthenas and is a head smaller than Marinette.

But if [Viva la vida] is a cute stand when Marinette is a civil, when the young girl took her Ladybug form, her stand took a more imposing and majesting appearance, she became taller, more muscular, her eyes smaller and almond shaped, her whole body get more armors features and her colors scheme change to black and red with black dots and she emit a rather intimidating aura.

Stand’s behavior: [Viva la vida] is a very expressive stand and very sentient and is a friendly and playfull stand. She’s very curious by nature and had the habit to examin in curiosity when Marinette meet new people or stands. Her being very sentient allow her to sometimes act as a conscience to Marinette.

She also love to eat cookies baked by Marinette.

When Marinette is Ladybug, [Viva la vida] is more serious and a more combative behavior.

Stand’s cry: “Mira!” a reference to “miraculous” and to the word miracle.

AU additional details:

-Class salt

-Bustier salt/bad teacher Bustier

-Adrien salt or Adrien sugar(it’s up to whoever use this AU)

-Lila salt

-Chloe redemption

-Class redemption, a part having a redemption or none of them having a redemption(you choose)

-Permanent miraculous user Luka

-Permanent miraculous user Kagami

-Stand user Luka

-Not everyone die AU/temporary death AU: if some Jojo characters like the Pillarmen, Caesar, Kakoyin, Avdol and Iggy are alive but others like Buccellatti, Abbacchio, Narancia and La Squadra are still dead but will not stay dead(You’ll see).

-Good father Jotaro

-Marinette's closed friends/loved ones calling her "Jojo" in reference to her middle name "Joanne"

-Donatello, Ungalo and Rikiel adopted by the Dupain-Cheng

-Protective siblings Donatello, Giorno, Rikiel and Ungalo

-Marinette being the baby sister of all Jonathan’s and Dio’s kids

-[Viva la vida] being a cute stand

-Marinette, Giorno, Donatello, Ungalo and Rikiel not acknowledging Dio as their dad

-Protective Joestar family

-Jonadad

-Good parents Sabine and Tom Dupain-Cheng

-Permanent miraculous users Donatello, Ungalo and Rikiel

-Badass Marinette

-Scientist Gina Dupain at Speedwagon Foundation

-Diavolo and Doppio getting differents boddies

-Akumatised Marinette with her stand being corrupted and turned into a sentimonster.(You’ll see! ;) )

-Temporary Ladybug!Giorno (You’ll see! ;) )

-Diavolo still stuck in the death loop(’cause it’s only canon if Diavolo die!)

-The Pillarmen knowing about the miraculous

-Shipping:You decide the ship you want just not Adrinette please

Arcs for this AU:

The bizarre origins arc:

This arc is about the origins of Marinette’s birth, her growing up and getting a stand, becoming Ladybug and learning to accomplish her duties as Ladybug while learning to control and use her stand and meeting others stand users.(ex: Luka)

The bizarre USA adventures arc:

Take place times after Lila’s return, the liar keep her word and little by little Marinette’s friends turned their back on her and the fights against the akumas are always very hard to not say harder especially ever since she became the guardian.

Seeing their daughter’s moral so down Sabine and Tom decide to send Marinette to Gina to the USA for summer break. After making sure to had Kaalki with her to teleport back to Paris when an akuma attack, Marinette go on a trip to the USA with her grandmother.

But what should have been a normal vacation trip will take a bizarre turn when Marinette will learn about Gina’s job at the mysterious Speedwagon Foundation which will lead to a meeting with four ancients Aztec gods of fitness, getting informations about stands and her mysterious lineage and a meeting with three american unknow brothers.

(In this AU the Pillarmen aren’t dead after Battle Tendency but they’re detained by the Speedwagon Foundation)

The bizarre mass resurection mystery arc:

A lot of things happened in Marinette’s life, things she didn’t expected whatever in good or bad.

Finding out about her grandmother’s job at the Speedwagon Foundation, learning more about her stand, finding about the existence of three brothers and having said newfound brothers being adopted by her parents, her friends isolating her thank to Lila and learning she by Bustier she and Chloe were banned from the class field trip...

So she decided with to create with other classmates from the school a trip club and after some successful fundraisers the club get a trip to Italy.

And since Hawkmoth seemed to not have attacked for a time there isn’t any problems to go on that trip.

In Italy, on Giorno’s side the part 5 events happen just like in canon while on Marinette’s side she and the trip club get a good time in Italy until a particuliary violent stand user akuma attack the country. He was akumatised by Hawkmoth ‘cause Gabriel Agreste was on a business trip in Italy and thought creating a akuma in the country would attract Ladybug and Chat Noir and give him an advantage since the akuma attack in a unfamiliar place.

The fight was very hard but in the end Marinette and her allies were able to beat the akuma and with her miraculous powers combined with her stand powers she revert any damage... it’s even worked for damage/injuries/death by stands leaving Marinette knocked out for a time since she use a lot of energy while using her stand’s miracle powers.

On Giorno’s side after he beat Diavolo and became the boss it was noticed that Buccelatti, Narancia, Abbacchio, the whole La Squadra were bring back to life.

Even Doppio was back but in a boddy of his own.

Everyone thought at first this was the work of [Gold experience requiem] but it was reveiled later this was the work of another stand which will put Giorno, his gang and even Jotaro with the SWF on a big infestigation which will lead them to the stand user resposible for this mystery and unknowly to them and to Marinette to one big bizarre family reunion.

The bizarre family arc:

With everything which happened in Italy, Marinette not only had to deal with Lila, Hawkmoth, the akumas and her guardian duties but also with the discovery of an extended families and horrible and disturbing informations about “one of her bio fathers”.

And one day Lila took things too far leading Marinette to unleash all her frustration, stress and anger making her akumatised and it will be up to Giorno as a temporary Ladybug holder, her true friends and her family to saved her from herself and from Hawkmoth’s influence.

But the task will be hard with not only Marinette being akumatised but also with her stand [Viva la vida] having being unconsciously corrupted by Mayura while trying to corrupt Marinette turning her into a sentimonster.

The bizarre final showdown arc:

A alliance between Hawkmoth and a mysterious priest will lead the miraculous villain to his ultimate plan by helping the priest to resurect a powerful man, a man infamous for being a curse to the Joestar family and to the world, with the promise to achieve Heaven and to gain a power which will allow Hawkmoth to do all he want.

It will be up to Marinette, her friends, allies and her new found family to put an end to Hawkmoth once for all and to beat this priest before the worst happen with the resurection of the infamous Dio.

But bizarre chains of events will lead to another resurection, the resurection of a man very well know by the Joestar family and who’s tightly connected to Marinette, Giorno, Donatello, Ungalo and Rikiel.

[airi-p4]

Miraculous escape - Chapter 1

Chapter 1 | Chapter 2 |

I wasn’t planning to post this yet, but it’s Lukadrien June and today prompt is ‘escape’ and, even if it’s only Lukadrien friendship (bc it’s Lukanette & Adrigami endgame), it fit so well that I couldn’t stop myself from posting this. Chapter 1 and the final chapter have been finished for months, but I don’t know when I’m going to continue with the rest... 

This fic is based / inspired by Marilyn Monroe’s ‘Some like it hot’ film.

Thank you @alittleshycat for the header and wanted posters pic! ( I hope you’re doing well... I miss you... 🥺💙 )

Thank you @brickercupmasterx3​ for proofreading! 💙

Summary:

Luka helps Adrien escape from his prison-like house and his strict father but Gabriel Agreste is not planning to let them go away easily. They become fugitives and ask Juleka for help, who offers them a very unconventional escape plan: joining a girl band/orchestra to flee the country.

Easier said than done, especially when they find something unexpected in that band: the two most beautiful women they've ever seen.

Warning: includes art

AO3

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Chapter 1: Fugitives

"My father is going to kill me."

"Your father is going to kill us."

One carrying a guitar on his back, and the other a piano keyboard case on his hand, two musicians were being chased by multiple cars around Paris. Turning corners, going up and downstairs, hiding behind trash containers and cars, the chase seemed far from an end anytime soon. Panting for air, the pair continued running after they turned the corner, just in time not to be seen-  a close call. The loud sirens never seemed to stop, coming from all directions.

"I can't believe I finally escaped from home!", the young blond man exclaimed excitedly. "Thanks, Luka. I wouldn't have made it without your help. You're a real friend."

"Don't mention it, Adrien. That's what friends are for, right?", the blue haired man laughed and patted his back. "It would have been perfect if we hadn't broken half of your father's statue collection while escaping your bodyguards, though. Now he's gonna kill us for sure. We can't let them catch us!"

"We need to run away from Paris. And fast! My father is the devil itself! You don't want to know..."

"I don't!"

Jumping down a wall, and turning another corner, the two friends hid in the back of a funeral car and waited until the police sirens got further away. They had been scolded for being disrespectful with the dead, but it was worth it: they were safe- at least for now.

"We need to leave the city and find a place to stay. Knowing your father, he must have all stations, roads and airports under his control." Luka said, stopping Adrien from crossing the street to firstly check their surroundings.

"How are we going to do it? Our car became 'inoperative' during the chase and our friends and family must be monitored!"

Adrien's panic made Luka grab his shoulders to reassure him of their plans.

"No, look. They know you, but they don't know much about me. Not many people know I have a sister who lives here, in Paris."

"You do?"

"Yes. We need to make it to her apartment and then we’ll figure out how to proceed. Are you ready to run again?"

"More than ready. I'm excited!" Adrien grinned back at Luka, feeling an adrenaline rush.

"Let's go!"

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When Juleka opened the door of her apartment, she wasn't expecting to meet her dumbass older brother and Adrien Agreste, the young man who had been on the news non-stop for the last two hours. She raised one eyebrow and Luka knew she was looking for a reason not to shut the door on their faces.

"Juleka! We need your help! We have to get out of the city. Could you lend us your car?"

"What the heck is wrong with you!? It's been two years and that's all you have to say? What kind of trouble are you involved in now? This flower boy has been in the news for hours! They are even offering a reward for whoever finds him! And one for you! A dead or alive one in your case! They're saying you kidnapped him! So you better have a good explanation or I'm kicking you out."

"I do, I do! Listen: remember dad? I know you were little, but do you remember what being trapped is? That's this man's, Adrien's, everyday life for you. I couldn't bear to see my friend like that anymore so I offered to help him escape" Juleka's eyebrow sank deeper towards her nose, meaning Luka knew that wasn't good news. "I had to help him get his freedom! Can you believe he has never had a burger? Or been to a drive through? He can't even drive a car! He literally crashed my car at a streetlight after mistaking the gas and brake pedals! Have some compassion and help us escape Paris. Please?" he finished, pleadingly.

Juleka's eyes moved to analyze Adrien before answering: blond rich guy, well dressed and innocent looking. The way he was trying to figure out her front door and how his green eyes curiously examined his surroundings made him look like a playful cat, and Juleka had no doubt that he was as dumb, or probably dumber, than her older brother. Which meant Jukeka wanted them out, but also that she couldn't refuse to help- otherwise they would surely not make it out alive.

"Fine. What do you need?" She resigned.

"A car or anything that takes us away from Paris! No, better! Out of the country!"

Adrien was still examining Juleka's old and untidy room when she noticed his eyes paused on a paper on the table. She knew that paper: a girl band/orchestra called "Miraculous" was looking to recruit experienced musicians to perform around Italy for three weeks. Suddenly, she knew what to do.

"Join that girl band, the one in the pamphlet", Juleka suggested, pointing at said paper.

"What? A girl band? We're men, Jules! We can't join a girl band!"

"Luka is right!" Adrien quickly agreed.

"No, it can be done. I'm good with makeup and I'm tall enough for my clothes to fit Adrien. We can use some of Mom's clothes for you. ‘Old style’. Oh, and I have some wigs too.” Juleka continued. "Can this blondie play any instrument?"

"Well, yes. He's a pianist," Luka answered.

"Perfect! I'll find a way for you to cover for the pianist and the guitarist of the band: Chloe and Lila. Nobody likes them anyway, and the band members probably don't even remember their faces well, since they joined recently. Nobody will miss them. And it's perfect that you're blond, just like Chloe. I have the perfect wig for you"

Juleka disappeared for a few minutes and came back with a pair of scissors, two wigs and a box of makeup- oh, and wax. The two male friends could feel cold sweat down their backs.

"Wow, you have such a pretty face!" Juleka exclaimed, taking a closer look at Adrien's facial features. "I'll cut your bangs a bit so they don't show under your wig. Luka: do yourself a favor and go shave meanwhile."

"Are you serious about this, Jules?" Luka asked, moving towards the bathroom sink.

"Of course I am", she glared confidently at him. "Do you want to flee the country or not? I'm getting you out, but you need to trust me."

"Is this really necessary…?" Adrien asked in a trembling voice, seeing how Juleka's scissors were close to his eyes as she was cutting his long bangs.

"It definitely is! The band orchestra is leaving midday tomorrow and we have a lot to do!" Juleka ordered. "I can't wait to wax those hairy legs of yours" she murmured. Adrien could only gasp in fear.

When Juleka finished, she was proud of her results. The disguises were perfect: a long blond wig on Adrien, tied as a long braid, his big green eyes standing out with the mascara on his lashes, and he had pink colored cheeks and cherry lips. His face and hair were perfectly complemented by a white dress to his knees and a short jacket over his shoulders, covering his strong forearms. He also used some pads to simulate not very large breasts. The final touch was a pair of elegant high-heels with diamond looking glass studs on them. He looked beautiful, prettier than many women. So pretty the Couffaine siblings blushed a little at the sight.

As for Luka… well, he was tall, big and manly, and with sharp features: definitely not easy to pass him as a woman. But Juleka was almost a professional and she did an incredible job. He had his hair cut short so his blue hair didn't show under the long dark haired wig - good for covering his wide muscular back. He was advised to wear a hat and sunglasses most of the time, but he was also wearing lots of makeup. Using a full palette of skin tones, Juleka managed to hide his strong jawline and make his cheekbones, chin and nose look smaller and rounder. He wore black eyeshadow and mascara, brownish red lipstick and natural blush. He looked like an unfeminine lady but that could pass as genetics, right? People would maybe look away, but they would understand. As for his clothes: he wore a long wide purple dress tied with a belt and some brown pirate-like high boots (the only ones that would fit him because they belonged to himself). The bottom half of his outfit was complemented by a grey knit poncho. His fake breasts were bigger than Adrien's and he wore a wine red scarf to cover his neck- especially his pronounced adam's apple. He looked… pretty good, considering the base product. And that alone was an amazing accomplishment.

"You're perfect. Ready to go. I've packed a pair of party dresses too. You'll need them for your performances" Juleka said, admiring her amazing work. "Oh, and just so you know. I'm also part of the band, so I'm coming too."

Later that night, just before sunrise, Juleka sneaked to Chloe and Lila's apartment to steal their accreditations and sent them fake cards about the train being delayed so they wouldn't appear at the last moment and ruin everything. Juleka smirked victoriously for having at last taken her revenge on the two women she hated the most.

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After nervously passing the first frontier of the train station- the ticket man, Luka and Adrien, who were disguised as women, moved towards the platform, happy for not having been recognized after the first control. Adrien had trouble walking in heels, so Luka lent him his arm to help him keep his balance.

"Remember: your name is Chloe now, and my name is Lila", Luka reminded his friend as they walked towards the train platform.

"I don't like those names", Adrien complained.

"I don't like them either, but it’s better that we don't stand out". Luka sighed.

Grabbing their baggage and instruments, the two men approached the train car written on the ticket. They were stopped before they could get on the train- just next to one of their 'wanted' posters. The two men didn't notice it, but Juleka did and rushed them to get on the train fast.

"Hey, who are you?" Asked a middle aged woman, the one in charge of the band, they assumed. "I've never seen you before. Are you new?"

"I- I'm Adri- My name is Noirette”, Adrien said, receiving equally surprised and annoyed glares from both Luka and Juleka. Before Luka could speak, Adrien continued. “And she's Lucia. We're the new pianist and guitarist of the band".

‘What. the. heck?’ Luka couldn’t believe his friend as he stared at him in annoyance and shock. His high pitched voice acting was hurting Luka's ears too. 'We're dead', he thought.

The middle aged woman showed orchestra at Adrien’s words: she clearly didn’t like last minute changes. Scanning them under her glasses, she questioned them again. "What happened to Miss Chloe Bourgeois and Miss Lila Rossi?"

While the two men were taking too much to come up with an excuse, Juleka, who was sick of their bad acting, stepped into the conversation.

"The talent agency sent them somewhere else. These two are here to fill in for them."

Still unconvinced, she raised her glasses. "Hmmm... you know them, Juleka?"

"They come from the same talent agency as me", Luka’s sister confidently said.

"Hmmm... that should be enough then..." It seemed like she was convinced at last and the two men could finally breathe. “I'm the band's director. You can call me Madam Mendeleiev. And that man over there is Mister Damocles, the manager. You can introduce yourselves later. Go to your seats now.” Before they could take a first step, the middle aged woman stopped them again and called for someone. "Yves! Come here and carry these ladies’ instruments to the train! Be useful for once!"

Luka and Adrien exchanged looks when a young blond man approached them quickly. "Yes, Madam!" He shouted, approaching the disguised men to get their instruments. He stopped in front of them, intensely staring at Luka’s pupils before trying to complete his job.

"Oh. Hello, there. XY at your service! Can I help you, beautiful? Fancy a drink sometime?" He raised his eyebrows twice, shamelessly flirting.

Luka's face went white in disgust. Juleka's chuckle and Adrien's big eyes made him snap out of it.

"Oh, Just carry this, thank you!" Luka answered, annoyed, as he shoved his and Adrien’s instruments and suitcases into XY’s arms, making the blond man lose balance from the pile of weight on his arms. “And take good care of them because they’re… fragile”

"A- As you wish, beauti- Ah!…" He stumbled, losing his balance and almost falling down. “But later that drink-”

"Yves!! Stop the crap and do your job!" Mendeleiev scolded him.

"Yes, Madam!" He straightened his back. "See you around", he winked at Luka before leaving, having trouble walking properly. The guitarist could feel shivers all over his body, while Juleka snorted, having real trouble trying to hold her laugh in.

"C'mon, hurry up!" Juleka pressured them, adding in a whisper "you better not expose yourselves before leaving."

"Thank you for saving us, Juleka." Luka whispered to her ear while getting on the train.

"You better stop acting stupid if you don't want to get caught!" Her response showed her annoyance and the men gulped in response.

The seats were arranged in pairs, so the two fugitives could sit together and relax a bit. They were also grateful for the lack of contact needed with the rest of the band.

The ‘Miraculous band’ was a dancing orchestra. Similar to a big band, but with vocals, a spectacular stage and completely fine for all ages to enjoy. In this case, its main particularity was how it was formed only by women. The band formation included: a rhythmic section (electric bass, electric guitar, drums and electronic piano), a wind section (saxophones, trumpets and trombones) and two singers. Many of the members were usually multi-disciplined in those bands, which meant they could play more than one instrument, just like Luka with the Lyre. Some of the side instruments were the violin, the flute, the maracas or the tambourine. Another particularity of these kinds of bands was the big range of styles in their repertoire: from rock and popular national or international hits to swings, waltz, salsa- anything that could be danced to.  

If it weren't for the all girls' rule, Adrien and Luka wouldn't have minded joining them for real. But they had something more important to think about now- running for their lives.

"Is everyone here?", Mendeleiev asked, standing at the train car passage.

"Marinette and Kagami are not here yet, Madam" A dark skinned, red haired lady pointed out.

"Those two again… if they weren't so talented and popular I would have fired them already!"

"There they come!' A small blond short-haired lady screamed, startling Juleka in the process. "Sorry! I didn't want to startle you. My name is Rose" she introduced herself.

"Juleka…" and that's all she could say as she lost herself in that petit woman's eyes.

"What do you play?", the little woman innocently asked. "I play the trombone!"

"The electric bass…" she answered, hiding her blush. ‘Cute, sweet and with lungs of steel?’ Juleka gulped. ‘I’m screwed’.

"Finally!" Madam Mendeleiev said, as the ladies arrived, panting from their run there. "You're late! Go to your seats quickly!"

The two ladies who got in the train, bowed their heads in apology for their tardiness, as they walked to the empty seats of the back of the car. And when their faces looked up for a moment, it was the exact moment Adrien and Luka reached heaven. Their eyes couldn't stop staring at the most beautiful ladies they had ever seen, following them with their eyes and faces as they passed just beside them, moving to sit a few rows to the back. They couldn't take their eyes off them until Juleka called for their attention, warning for their discretion. But it was too late: the boys had lovestruck grins on their faces that didn't plan to go away anytime soon.

The two ladies had black hair and asian features. The short haired one was taller, had brown eyes and wore a beautiful white blazer with a red skirt. She looked elegant and confident, while the other woman looked cute, clumsy and innocent, and was shorter. She had blue eyes and dressed in a pink coat. Her hair was long and tied in two curly twin-tails. Their beauty stood out even more when they were together.

When the train started moving, Madam Mendeleiev gave the girl band some instructions- something Luka and Adrien would ask Juleka what it was about later. Later, Rose suggested an introduction game for the new members after the explanation had ended. The ladies excitedly agreed.

"I start!" said the same blond girl. "My name is Rose Lavillant and I play the trombone! I studied at a conservatoire in Paris for 3 years before joining this band recently. I like pink and unicorns and my favorite food is strawberry shortcake. Nice to meet you!"

After a round of applause, Rose signaled Juleka to continue, and she passively proceeded. "I'm Juleka. Bassist. Nice to meet you"

Next to continue was the red-haired woman from earlier, Alya, flautist and trumpeter; the drummer, Mylene; another trumpeter, Alix; and one of the saxophonists, Sabrina. It was Adrien's turn next.

"Hello!" He started, with his high-pitched voice. "My name is Ad-" he paused for a second at Juleka's deathly glare, gulping once before continuing. "My name is Noirette. I play the piano! I'm from Paris Classical School and I'm very pleased to meet you all!" He squealed, moving his arms along.

Adrien's excitement for freedom and new experiences was contagious to the rest of the ladies who energetically (almost hysterically) responded "Nice to meet you too, Noirette!".

It was Luka's turn next. He gulped, nervous, and with his fake high pitched voice and under Juleka's death stare, he started.

"Hi... My name is Lu- Lucia". 'I'm killing Adrien for giving me that name' he thought. "I play the guitar. Nice to meet you"

With their introductions over, Juleka finally relaxed. The rest of the ladies' introductions followed but, to be honest, neither Luka nor Adrien were listening: they were just patiently waiting to know more about the ladies that captivated their hearts. Their turn finally arrived, and the short haired one started:

"Hello. My name is Kagami. I sing and play the violin. I've been in the band for a few weeks. My favorite color is red and my favorite food is katsudon. Nice to meet you" a silence followed Kagami's introduction, so she called for her partner's attention with her elbow. "Marinette, your turn!"

"Oh-! Sorry… I was distracted… He-ello… My name is Ma- Ma- Marinette! I'm a singer but I can also play side instruments like the tambourine, the maracas or the castanets. I've been in this band for a few weeks and I studied in Paris Music School. My favorite color is pink and my favorite food is macarons. It's nice to meet you-", she ended with a nervous high-pitched voice.

Luka and Adrien exchanged excited lovestruck grins: the ladies' names and voices were just as beautiful as their faces. They were going to enjoy their outing with the band better than they could have expected.

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When the car got loud from the ladies chit-chat, Luka and Adrien found their moment of peace to share their thoughts.

“Luka, did you see that?” Adrien started, signaling at the end of the car, towards the singers of the band.

“Yes…I saw.” Luka answered, with a lovestruck grin on his face.

“That beautiful face…”, Adrien continued.

“Sweet voice…”, Luka added.

“Asian features…”, their mumbles continued.

“Dazzling eyes…”

“Dark shiny silky hair…”

The two men reacted at their exchanged words and looked at each other, surprised and nervous. Adrien gulped, worried.

“Wait- who are you talking about?”

“Who are YOU talking about?” Luka threw his question back at him, slightly aggressively.

“That girl, Kagami, of course!” Adrien exclaimed as if it was the most obvious response.

“Oh, that's good. I was talking about Marinette.” Luka sighed and showed him a relieved smile.

“Oh...” Adrien blinked, sighing and smiling in relief too. “I'm glad we weren't talking about the same girl. I wouldn't have liked to steal a girl from you.”

“What makes you think I wouldn't win her over you?”, Luka confidently grinned.

“Oh- anyway- It's better this way.”

The two men laughed together, trying not to be too loud for their manly voices to destroy their cover-ups.

“Will you help me with Kagami?” Adrien asked his friend.

“Only if you help me with Marinette.” said Luka, offering him a handshake he excitedly returned.

“Count on it, my friend!”