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[dramaticdragon]

It’s What Makes Us Special

(Post book 12)

George and Harold have a little trouble cooping with ADHD, especially after having it “””Cured””” by Genius Mr.Meaner

“Man… I can’t believe our parents liked the other version of us more than the real us…” Harold said quietly, as he sat in the treehouse with George.

           “I know…Do you think we’d be better off with that ‘Kid-away 2000’, or whatever it was called?” George asked, unsure.

           Harold only shrugged. Of course, he wanted to say, ‘no way! We’re amazing the way we are!’, but he the other half of him wasn’t so sure.

           “Well, it’s not like we can go get some more of that gas, anyway. Mr. Meaner is in jail- again. And he’s dumb again, too.” George said, giving up on his idea.

           “Do you think our parents will be mad that we’re back to normal?” Harold asked, scared of the answer.

           George was silent for a moment.

           They both knew their parents loved them. There was no doubt of that in their minds. And they both knew their parents had no idea they were under the influence of a hypno-gas, and not changed by themselves. So the only rational thought would be that their parents simply thought they were able to control themselves better, and maybe even learning to manage their ADHD. Their parents were proud of the other versions, which meant they loved them, and wanted them to be healthy and happy.

           But, as is the problem with many mental illnesses, you didn’t always think rationally.

           “What if we-What if we try really hard to study and focus?” Harold asked, wringing his hands.

           “But remember last time we vowed that? Our future selves were mean as Mr. Krupp!” George reminded.

           Harold nodded, still not completely convinced.

           “And it’s not like we don’t ever try,” George added, “We try all the time!”

           “But trying doesn’t mean anything if I’m dumb enough to fail the fourth grade!” Harold yelled.

           “You aren’t dumb!” George shouted back.

           “Yes I am!” Harold cried, suddenly curling into a ball on his bean-bag chair, head between his knees, “You know I am!”

           “No, Harold!” George said back, scooting over to Harold, worried, “I know you’re not!”

           “But you’re just saying that because if you really tried and studied, you’d be fine! You could’a been in the third grade when you were in kindergarten! But I… I can’t even finish the fourth grade when I’m in fourth grade…”

           George took a moment. Technically, that much was true. George was ‘smart’ enough to skip a grade (or three), when he actually put his mind to it. Albeit, kindergarten wasn’t necessarily challenging. And, yes, Harold did fail the fourth grade (in the other timeline, but still).

           “But you didn’t fail! Remember! Us from a day in the future came and took those surprise test things, and we both passed, and we’re both going to fifth grade!” George said quickly.

           “I’m sure I’ll be just fine in fifth grade…” Harold mumbled, hardly loud enough for George to hear.

           “I’m not too excited, either…” He nodded. Although he had the smarts to do it, George’s brain wasn’t any more willing than Harold’s.

           They sat together, Harold slowly moving to rest his head on George’s shoulder, in complete silence. When boys like them were silent for longer than two seconds, things were truly troubling.

           “Do you think we’ll ever outgrow having ADHD?” Harold finally asked, after their long silence.

           “I don’t know,” George answered honestly, “Dad has that book on ADHD, maybe that’ll know.”

           “I hope so…” Harold sighed, “I don’t wanna be dumb forever.”

           “You aren’t.” George said, but his voice was just as dead as Harold’s. He tried to deny it, but he was just as beaten up inside as Harold was.

           Harold leaned over, reaching to give George a big hug. George could hear him sniffle, and knew Harold was crying. But then again, George was pretty sure he was crying, too.

           George hugged him back, and both tried to hug away their fears.

           “You aren’t dumb, either,” Harold mumbled, finally separating.

           “You weren’t dumb in the first place,” George reminded with a sad, quiet laugh, “Remember what Dad said? We’re just extra creative.”

           “Extra something,” Harold sighed, though with far less sorrow in his voice as ealier.

           “Without people like us, there probably wouldn’t be any good jokes in the world,” George said with a faux-pride, starting to feel a little more like himself.    

           “Hah, yeah,” Harold nodded, rubbing the last bit of tears from his eyes, “’Cause people like us daydream up all the best ones.”

           “So what, we’re not perfect little robots,” George huffed, suddenly acting like the ‘other versions’ were just annoying jerks, “But I like us-us way better than them-us. We’re a ton more fun.”

           “My little sister would probably miss the drawings I give her,” Harold said, trying to add to their little comfort speech.

           “Yeah!” George nodded, “ADHD is what makes us special, not bad!”

           “And not dumb!” Harold said, balling his fists to force himself to believe it.

           “And not dumb!” George nodded, and leaned over to give Harold another, much happier hug.

[sprolden]

today is terrible and it’s only gonna get Worse

[dramaticdragon]

Who wants to read my "typed as soon as I got home" fanfic for Sing! http://archiveofourown.org/works/8944885/chapters/20475427

[dramaticdragon]

The Call of the Mystery Girl

Chapter 2

Selfies and romance

(AO3)

               Ding De-Ling!!!

               “Oh, its Mystery Girl!” Steven grinned, grabbing his phone as he ate some more of his breakfast. Yesterday, Pearl had texted ‘Mystery Girl’ all day through Steven (although she did try to text a few times towards the end), but eventually they got a text saying ‘its getting kinda late and I have work tomorrow so I gtg to bed. Night Pearl, ttyl’. Pearl had replied with something along the lines of ‘since I don’t consume energy I don’t need to sleep’, which got a reply of ‘lmao same’, and that ended that. But now it was a new day, with all new possibility.

               Also, they had gotten her name yesterday, but the name Mystery Girl had stuck with Steven, so he just assigned that as her nickname.

               “Already?” Pearl asked, surprised.

               Steven nodded, handing her the phone. He had considered asking his dad to get Pearl her own, since he had enough money now.

               “Oh, Steven, she sent a picture!” Pearl smiled, showing Steven the picture attached to the message.

               It was your typical selfie, nice filters, fading, and lighting.

               “She sure is pretty.” Steven said, shoving the last bits of pancakes into his mouth.

               “Yes…” Pearl agreed, almost lost in the picture.

               “Oh, Pearl!” Steven gasped, snapping Pearl back to reality, “You should send her a selfie, too!”

               “A what?” Pearl asked, already panicking. These human things were so bizarre.

               “It’s a picture you take of yourself,” He explained, taking the phone, “Here, I’ll show you.”

               Steven opened up the camera app, and showed Pearl as he held the camera up, smiled, and snapped the picture.

               “See, just like that! Jenny showed me this app where you can add cool stickers and words, too! There’s filters and other stuff you can change, too, but I’ll show you that later.” Steven said, showing Pearl the selfie in his album.

               “Seems simple enough,” Pearl nodded, taking the phone into her hands.

               “So you just hold it up like this?- and then…?”

               “Smile, and touch the little white circle button.” Steven answered, leaning back so he wouldn’t be in the shot.

               But Pearl would have none of it. She might be trying to woo this new human, but she wouldn’t ignore the opportunity to enjoy something with Steven. She pulled him back in by his shoulder, causing him to laugh, and she snapped the picture.

               It was a tad bit blurry, but it was clearly a capture of happiness. After all, who wouldn’t love a picture of Pearl and Steven laughing together?

               “Okay, now take one to send to her,” Steven instructed, still smiling.

               “Why can’t I send her this one?” Pearl asked. Was Steven upset with her?

               “Oh! Sure!” Steven said, smiling even bigger.

               He showed Pearl how to put a picture in a text message, and also added a caption of ‘Good morning!’ for good measure.

               Pretty soon, they got a reply.

               /aww, cute! He’s that kid from the party, right? I think I saw him?/

               /Yes, he’s steven! A family friend, basically/

               Steven told Pearl to just simplify it as that, since explaining their actual relationship would take way too long.

               /haha hi steven. Btw pearl, my shift ends at 1 so if you wanna catch coffee or something afterwards im free/

               “Pearl!” Steven grinned, kicking his feet lightly, “I think she just asked you out!”

               “How do I reply?” She asked, holding the phone out for Steven again.

               “Well, do you want to go out with her?” Steven asked, before anything else.

               Pearl opened her mouth to reply, but paused for a moment to actually think.

               “It’s a little fast… But I suppose it’s been long enough for me to get back in the ‘dating world’, as you called it. Are you sure it’s okay?”

               In an odd way, it was like asking your ex’s son if it was too early to date again.

               “Yeah, definitely!” Steven answered, nodding quickly, “She seems super nice! And she likes you, so I know she’s smart!”

               Pearl laughed at his joke, but couldn’t help but be flattered.

               “Alright, alright, let me try this,” She asked, picking the phone back up, and sticking out her tongue in focus.

               “How’s this?”

               /I would love to, although I do not drink coffee. Or anything. But I would love to go!/

               Steven giggled a little at her reoccurring hatred of eating or drinking, but nodded.

               “Sounds great, Pearl!"

[dramaticdragon]

The Call of the Mystery Girl

Pearl might not know how to use a phone, but Steven won’t let that stop love!

AO3

                 “Zero one eight nine?” Steven echoed, making sure he typed in the correct numbers.

               “Yes, that’s right.” Pearl nodded, folding up the small sheet of paper. She glanced over at Steven’s phone, looking at the numbers she just read out to him.

               “Alright! Let’s see… What should I put for her name? Did you ever get her name?” Steven asked, clicking on to the next bit of making a phone contact.

               “No, I didn’t.” Pearl shook her head, somewhat embarrassed. Gems didn’t ask each other for their names, after all, so she never really picked up the habit.

               “Let’s just call her Mystery Girl. First name Mystery, last name Girl. With a music note emoji since we met her at a concert!” Steven announced, proud of his well-placed emoji.

               “So what now?” Pearl asked, staring at the small machine.

               “Well, we can call her or text her. Which do you want to do?” Steven asked.

               However, Pearl’s face told him she didn’t know what that meant.

               “We can talk to her like a normal conversation, or like… uh, send her a letter! Just they’re usually short and simple.” He explained, trying not to giggle like Amethyst was. She knew the most about human culture than any of the others, and even Garnet knew how to operate a phone, although Steven guessed that was with future vision.

               “Try sending her a text first, she might not even have her phone on her.” Amethyst answered for Pearl.

               “Sure!” Steven nodded, then faced back to Pearl, “What do you want me to say to her?”

               “Um… Hello?”

               Steven typed in “Hello”, ignoring Amethyst’s half-laugh half-sigh.

               “Anything else?” Steven asked.

               “What else should I say?” Pearl asked, genuinely confused on how ‘texting’ works.

               “Well let’s introduce you, since she doesn’t know my number. But, uh, let’s just pretend this is your phone, not mine. How does ‘Hello, this is Pearl, from the party! It was nice to meet you’ sound?”

               “That sounds nice.” Pearl nodded proudly.

               Steven made sure to lean towards Pearl to let her watch him type, so she could see how it was done. After he typed it, and checked for the final nod from Pearl, he sent the message.

               “I’ll even set up a special tone for her ringtone so I’ll now it’s her!” Steven smiled, setting up another pre-set tone for her text and call tone. He had special tones for Connie, Connie’s home phone, his dad (one of his dad’s songs!), and Sadie. Sadie sent him a text whenever they got a new special at the Big Donut, so of course that deserved a special tone.

               He played the tone so Pearl could hear the noise.

               “So your phone will play that if she answers, right?” She asked, double checking.

               “Yep! Now we wait!” Steven said, happily going back to the puzzle. Rock parties were fun, but in all honesty, he preferred a puzzle to breaking the law. Amethyst got bored pretty quickly and went back into her room.

               About an hour later- almost done with the puzzle!- his phone buzzed with Mystery Girl’s special tone.

               “Oh! Oh! It’s her!” Steven smiled, grabbing his phone. Pearl held onto his shoulder as she peered over, to see what Mystery Girl answered with.

               /Hey, nice to meet u too! Sorry I just woke up haha. So ur name is Pearl, right?/

               “Yay, it worked!” Steven clapped, shaking his phone around, and Pearl tried to follow it like a dog for a treat.

               “Yes! That is my name!” Pearl nodded quickly, pointing at the phone screen. Steven laughed as he held the phone away, like a bully holding away a kids lunch box.

               “Pearl!” He laughed, swept up in her enthusiasm, too, “You’re gonna break my phone! Let me type it!”

               Pearl leaned back, although still anxiously staring at the phone.

               “Okay, so how about this: Yes, that’s right. Did u enjoy the concert?” Steven asked, holding up the phone so Pearl could read it clearly.

               “Yes, but you spelled ‘you’ wrong. Steven, I know you know how to spell basic words.” Pearl scolded softly.

               “No, no, Pearl,” Steven giggled, “When you text someone, you can shorten your words! You can type the word ‘you’ as just the letter ‘u’! And ‘are’ can become ‘r’, and a bunch of others!”

               “That’s strange, but if it’s a human thing I suppose I can’t judge. Fine, type the wrong message.” She sighed, allowing Steven to send it.

               Steven could tell that she didn’t like it, so he went back and changed it. Might as well make it most Pearl-like, after all. Just pretending that Pearl was typing.

               /Yes, that’s right. Did you enjoy the concert?/

               “Thank you Steven,” Pearl smiled.

               “Hey, Pearl, why don’t you try typing the next message?” Steven offered, holding out his phone for her.

               “Me?” Pearl asked in shock, “I don’t know how to use a phone!”

               “It’s simple, really!” Steven encouraged, still holding out his phone, “All you do is type out the letters with your fingers, kinda like how you type on a type-writer!”

               He couldn’t remember if Pearl knew how to use a regular computer, but he did know she used a type-writer at least once.

               “Here, while we’re waiting for her reply, why don’t you test it out? I’ll just send it to myself!” Steven explained, exiting out of the message with Mystery Girl and typing in his own number.

               He handed his phone to Pearl, who tried to mimic how Steven held his phone. Her hands were a little larger, so she had to figure out how to hold it, but she figured that out quickly.

               “Just type with your thumbs, like you saw me doing!” Steven said, pointing to the keyboard.

               “Okay…” Pearl hummed, focusing on the screen. She typed incredibly slowly, and made several mistakes, but by the time she finished her message she had pretty much figured out how the keyboard worked.

               /Heello,, I an Pesrl/

               “Well, it’s a start.” Pearl sighed, handing the phone back to Steven.

               “If you want, I can turn on auto-correct? It fixes anything you spell wrong. I turned it off since half of the gem-related words I know aren’t in the dictionary.” Steven laughed to himself.

               “No, no, it’s fine, I’ll figure it out.” Pearl answered, determined.

               Steven nodded, knowing that Pearl was an incredibly quick learner, even if social things weren’t always her strongpoint. So he might as well enjoy the puzzle while he waits for a text back.

[dramaticdragon]

I wrote some Eyesper fics. Help me

“You Are Special”

“A ‘Good’ Fusion” (TBC)

“Stroll Through the Woods”

[dramaticdragon]

Snowflake Obsidian

WHO WANTS TO READ ABOUT MY OC, SNOWFLAKE OBSIDIAN. SHE’S GAY FOR BISMUTH JUST LIKE ME

                 Obsidians were mapmakers. Cartographers, specifically. Each subspecies of Obsidian had their specific jobs. Mahogany Obsidians made maps of “waterways”, even if they were made of lava. Any liquid paths were under the Mahogany Obsidians jurisdiction. Some Obsidians, such as Snowflake Obsidian, made adaptable maps. Snowflake Obsidians made maps that took into account the effect of planetary weather. Some planets had dangerous types of rain, like glass or hail. When a planet has rain, even non-harmful rain, it can affect the land around it. Mudslides, erosion, the works. They were useful in war, because they could create maps that gave military advantage. Unlike Sapphires, who had a psychic power to see into the future, Obsidians were simply advanced in their sensory abilities. They could detect subtle changes in air pressure, temperature, and tectonic movements. Basically, Obsidians were their own weather-vane.

               During the war over earth, Rose had a Snowflake Obsidian of her own, nicknamed “Snowflake” accordingly. Snowflake was friendly enough, but was almost always engulfed in her work. She was convinced to join Rose’s forces because Rose told her that she wasn’t just the quality of her work. Snowflake had made a few mistakes in her past involving her work, which placed her as lesser value than others. That gave Rose a chance to speak to her, since she was easier to access than the elite. Rose told her that even though she made mistakes, she wasn’t a mistake. Rose gave her a second chance to do something great, and Snowflake took it.

               The biggest problem was that the Diamonds had Obsidians as well. Any advantage that Snowflake could provide to Rose’s army would be matched by the Diamonds. Both sides knew of the potential changes in the battlefields.

               Then one day, Rose knew where Snowflake Obsidian could fit in, and still provide an advantage.

               Not long before she recruited Snowflake, Rose had also claimed a new Bismuth. This Bismuth was an astoundingly powerful asset to Rose’s forces by enhancing all weapons, even creating new ones. The only problem was that to have access to running lava to quickly forge weapons, one had to be in an active volcano. And when in an active volcano, the volcano can erupt. While Bismuth herself was in no risk of danger from the lava, all of her hard work could be melted immediately. After one minor eruption, which made quick work of her stash of swords and spears, Rose assigned Snowflake to work as an “assistant” or sorts under Bismuth. That way, Bismuth would be able to move her weapons once the volcano erupted. She even worked as an actual assistant to Bismuth from time to time, holding up sides of metal for her to do specific work to.

               It was difficult for Snowflake at first, considering that the air pressure was constantly changing depending on Bismuths work (moving fire around did that), but she adapted surprisingly quickly. Snowflake was able to focus her senses to the volcano and the volcano alone. She was able to tell when the lava would sink or rise, if it would erupt, or if it would be dormant for a while. This way, Bismuth was able to make a steady, reliable stream of weapons for Rose’s forces.

[dramaticdragon]

Lied To

(AO3)     

               Steven was mad.

               Well, in a more detailed way than just mad. Steven was resentful, hurt, shamed, offended, and upset.

               But put simply, Steven was mad.

He felt lied to. Bismuth had seemed so welcoming, so open-minded. Pearl and Garnet were so excited to see her, too! Sure, she seemed a little too rowdy for Steven’s taste, but who was he to judge? He could have been too soft for her, after all. But anyhow, she seemed like a fine member to the team! Even though he only knew her for a short time, he still felt so lied to!

               To think, a member of the Crystal Gems would be willing to shatter gems like a fly with a newspaper! More than just willing, she was enthusiastic to shatter them. Shattering gems was the equivalent of killing them, getting rid of them forever.

               But that wasn’t even the worst part.

               He couldn’t believe it, but that wasn’t the worst part.

               No, the worst part, was that he felt lied to by Rose.

               He felt like his own mother lied to him.

               All of the stories he heard of her, she sounded like a perfect leader. She seemed graceful, in control, and understanding. Forgiving. Truthful.

               But this whole ordeal was the opposite of truthful. This was a pile of lies on top of each other.

               Bismuth lied. Rose lied.

               Bismuth had created the weapon of mass destruction, the weapon of “ultimate power”. Twice, in a manner of speaking. Once to Rose, and once again, to Steven.

               And Rose just stopped it, but didn’t tell anyone. None of Bismuth’s friends knew. None of the Crystal Gems knew. Pearl and Garnet lived for years, thinking that Bismuth was just lost in a battle, and they never knew what she had done. Rose lied to all of them, and Steven felt lied to as well.

               Rose told all of the gems a lie about what happened to one of their friends. Bismuth knew all of them, from the sounds of it. And Rose let them believe she was simply lost in a battle. No closure, no truth.

               Bismuth was willing to shatter tons of gems, who could have very well been innocently following orders. Like Centipeetle, who was kind and fun. If Bismuth had succedding in creating the Breaking Point, Steven could have never met Centipeetle, or her lovely crew.

Rose fought one of her own soldiers. Bismuth fought her own leader.

And Steven couldn’t decide which was worse.

[dramaticdragon]

so i wrote a tiny fic

its post Steven VS Amethyst

[dramaticdragon]

The Little One CH2

banjoface i love you and your sweet zbornak son who is now my sweet zbornak son

CH1

                 Hater sighed loudly, hoping that his angry sighing would convince his video game to work.

               “Stupid console, with its stupid glitch…” He grumbled, digging through the console itself to see if there was any obvious problem. Not like he’d know how to fix it, anyhow.

               Suddenly, he heard a loud rush of watchdogs outside his room. Even after becoming a “good guy”- Hater’s still getting used to the term- he decided to still live in his Skullship. Why not? After all it has everything it needs. And Wander and Sylvia don’t mind actually having a roof every now and then either.

               Speaking of Wander, Hater had a sneaking suspicion that the sudden crowd of watchdogs had to do with him.

               Putting the game console down, Hater made his way through the crowd to the cafeteria, where they were all gathering.

               And yes, it was Wander and Sylvia in the center of the crowd. Sylvia saw Hater coming and quickly whispered something to Wander before Hater could get into earshot. He could tell Wander was holding something, but he couldn’t figure out what it was since Wander’s back was to him.

               “Uh, Hey, Hater! Big news!” Sylvia laughed awkwardly, looking over to Wander for help.

               “Hater, meet our new family member!” Wander giggled loudly, holding out the little green Zbornak proudly.

               Hater blinked in shock.

               Wait… new family member… Sylvia was never pregnant… that means…

               “Yep!” Wander answered Hater’s unspoken question, “We’ve finally found our perfect, adoptable baby! Isn’t he the cutest!”

               Still silent, Hater stared at the tiny Zbornak in Wander’s hands. It was strange seeing a Zbornak that small, since he was so used to Sylvia’s size.

               Wander didn’t say anything for a moment, letting everything sink in for Hater. The watchdogs had finally simmered down, too, waiting for Hater’s reaction. Being a “good guy” didn’t exactly get rid of all of his temper, but the watchdogs already loved the baby, so they hoped everything would turn out okay.

               Slowly, very slowly, Hater reached out his hands to hold the infant Zbornak.

               Everyone watched closely. He had yet to show any emotion other than silent shock. Was he okay with it? Was he angry?

               “… Hater?” Wander asked quietly, leaning forward so he could see Hater’s expression closer, as well as the baby.

               Suddenly, Hater’s eyes started welling up, and his lip quivered at an alarming rate.

               “AAHH!” He screamed, startling all the watchdogs. He gave the tiny Zbornak a huge hug, squeezing it tightly against his cloak.

               “Hater! Hater!” Wander and Sylvia screamed, trying to pry the baby out.

               “Hater!” Sylvia shouted, “You’re going to strangle him!”

               Finally, Hater loosened up his arms to release the giggling- and still breathing- baby back to Sylvia.

               “Is he… Really ours?” Hater asked Wander, his eyes big and watery.

               Wander nodded, grinning wider than ever.

               Hater faced Sylvia, and held out his hands again. She paused for a moment, but eventually sighed and gave the baby over.  

               “No squeezing this time.” She ordered.

               Hater looked at the tiny life in his hands. It was so small… Hater was worried it might just float off into space, it was so light. Do Zbornaks really start off this tiny?

               Slowly, the baby looked up, actually making “eye contact” with Hater. As much eye contact as you could consider for a baby. Once again, the waterworks came out. Hater usually held back tears in front of the watchdogs, since it was lame to cry in front of them, but this was way bigger than being lame or cool. This was… This was…

               His son.

               “What’s his name?” Hater asked quickly, lifting the baby up to his eye-level. It giggled and waved its dangling little feet around.

               “We haven’t named him yet,” Wander said, “We were waiting to see what you think…”

               Hater was quiet, staring at the laughing little baby. Suddenly, it must have discovered its own hand, and quickly shoved it into its mouth, getting drool all over Hater’s hands as well.

               “Bu! Bu!” It laughed, moving its tiny hand around its mouth and laughing.

               “…Busker.”

               “Huh?” Wander asked, confused.

               “Busker.” Hater repeated, finally looking away from the baby.

               “Busker…” Wander echoed, looking between Hater and the baby. He nodded, with a huge grin.

               “Hater, it’s perfect.”

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The Little One

banjoface has this AMAZING little WOY OC and i love him. He’s the adopted Zbornak baby of Wander and Hater. and OF COURSE i had to write a fic about him because i am the Nerd Queen. (also this is just chapter 1 i’m in way too deep)

full credit of little baby Busker goes to banjofaceTM

                  “Do you think she’ll like my present, Syl?” Wander asked, holding out a small blue box with a green bow.

                “Wander, this is my mom we’re talking about. She’s not exactly known for her high standards.” Sylvia laughed, holding up her own, much smaller, present.

                They kept walking, and eventually reached the door to Sylvia’s old house. The moment Wander had heard that Sylvia’s mom’s birthday was coming up, he insisted on visiting her. Sylvia knew her mom didn’t really care much about ‘special occasions’ like birthdays, but it’s not like she disliked getting free gifts either.

                Knock, knock!

                “I’ll get it!” One of Slyvia’s brothers shouted from inside.

                “Not if I get it first!”

                Sylvia held back a sigh, feeling a strong sense of Deja-vu. At least this time, she was going to be more welcomed in her house.

                After having the door nearly smashed into by her three brothers, she finally made her way inside, with Wander close behind. Her brother’s started to barrage him with questions about weight-lifting, since he was able to lift Sylvia’s whole family.

                As Wander tried talking to three Zbornaks at once, Sylvia went into the kitchen to find her mom.

                “…ut I don’t think he’ll be very happy in my house.”

                Sylvia paused for a moment. That was definitely her mom’s voice, but who was she talking to? She peeked into the kitchen quietly.

                Sylvia vaguely remembered the other Zbornak in the kitchen. She was a little older than Sylvia, so she never really hung out with her too much. Her name was… Louisa? Something like that.

                Suddenly, Sylvia realized something else about this other Zbornak- She was holding a baby. A small, light green little boy. He had just a little nub of a horn, so he must be young.

                “But he’d be better off with you than me!” Louisa argued back, still holding the baby tenderly, “I think he’d rather be in a chaotic house with food, than a quiet house with none.”

                “Still…” Sylvia’s mother sighed, scratching her neck, “Is this house really the best option you got?”

                “Dorothy, no one is more dependable than you!” She argued back, growing more emotional.

                “Alright, alright, look, I’ll think about it.” Her mom huffed loudly, turning around.

                “Oh, Sylvia, it’s about time you got here. I was startin’ to think you didn’t care.” She continued, with a jokingly annoyed laugh.

                “Ma, since when did you care about birthdays?” Sylvia laughed, handing her the small present.

                “Hey, have you met Louisa?” Dorothy asked, motioning back behind her.            

                Sylvia felt a moment of pride for actually remember that name correctly.

                She spoke with Louisa for a moment, and Dorothy eventually left to stop her sons from trying to wrestle Wander. Sylvia figured out the situation that her mother and Louisa were arguing about. The little baby Louisa was holding was her own, but her whole ‘family situation’ wasn’t exactly in a good position to have another little one. Dorothy had offered to help with some meals, but Louisa knew that her son needed an actual home with an actual family.

                “What are you doing about-”

                In the middle of Sylvia’s sentence, she heard a big crash in the family room.

                Quickly rushing out, she saw the victim in question. Her brothers had gotten so hyped up trying to wrestle Wander, that they ended up wrestling each other, and crashed into a vase. Dorothy was shouting her throat out at them for breaking what seemed like the third thing this week, while Wander was trying to avoid the fight and sweep up the pieces at the same time. Suddenly, Sylvia had an idea.

                “Hey, Louisa? I think I have a solution to your problem…” Sylvia mumbled, looking back over to Louisa.

                “Hm?”

                “I know a couple, who are actually looking into adopting at the moment. I can’t think of a better couple to raise your son, actually.” She began to explain, trying to word it right.

                “Really?” Louisa asked, surprised.

                “There is one thing, though… They don’t live on this planet.”

                “Oh…” Louisa nodded, clearly trying- and failing- to hold back her worry.

                “But with how fast galactic mail is nowadays, I’ll get them to send letters and pictures all the time!” She promised quickly. It was true, galactic mail was much faster than it used to be. Even from across the galaxy, she’d get the pictures in less than three days.

                Louisa took a moment, thinking. She was holding her son tightly, worried.

                “And it’s a good home? Lots of food and love?” Louisa really wanted the absolute best for her son.

                “Louisa, there isn’t a family in the galaxy with more love than these two. And plenty of food and care, too.” Sylvia nodded. Wander had enough love for at least seven parents in one.

                Louisa looked out at the chaos that was still ensuing in the family room. She was clearly in deep thought.

                “Here, why don’t you talk with him about it,” Sylvia offered.

                “Wander!” She shouted over her brothers, “Come here for a sec!”

                He set down his little pile of vase-shards and rushed on over. Sylvia decided to give them some privacy, and joined the argument in the family room.

                About thirty minutes later- when Dorothy’s voice was starting to give out- she just sent the boys out to wrestle outside and not break anything else. Sylvia constantly wanted to check on Wander and Louisa, but they had moved further into the kitchen, so she couldn’t see them.

                Finally, she decided to see how things were going, and help a little. Wander did tend to go a little… overboard.

                It was a little different than she expected, at least.

                Wander was already holding the little baby, making happy faces at it and clearly crying. Louisa was watching, with the first relaxed expression Sylvia had seen on her face since she got here.

                Looks like she didn’t need to help at all.  

[dramaticdragon]

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Rival AU: Chapter 4

Chapter 4: Adrien’s Thoughts

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                 Adrien sat in deep thought, waiting for class to start. There was still a good ten minutes before class started, and the rest of his classmates were chatting away at their seats. Marinette was the only one who hadn’t shown up yet, to nobody’s surprise. In his mind, he was thinking about the events from the last akuma attack: the Evillistrator.

               Ladybug had shown up almost immediately after Chat left Marinette. Like, immediately. And plus, all the lights from the boat must have gotten her attention, right? How could she have just ignored it? Ladybug put Marinette is real danger by just ignoring her duties! There’s no way she didn’t see the boat! Plus, Chat was busy with Chloe during the beginning, but Ladybug already left Chloe! She could have easily stopped the Evillistrator from getting to Marinette while she was out, and she defiantly could have stopped him once he captured Marinette! Sure, something seemed off about her, storming off like that, but having a bad day doesn’t give you an excuse to just ignore a citizen in danger. Its Ladybug’s fault Marinette could have been hurt!

               Well, no, it wasn’t her fault. It wasn’t anyone’s fault but the akuma’s.

               He supposed he was just blaming Ladybug because it was the easy thing to do. Ladybug wouldn’t actually put a citizen in danger. As strong as his rivalry was with her, she was a hero, not a villain. And loathe as he was to admit it, he respected her work. There certainly was more than one occasion where he couldn’t have beaten an akuma without her.

               But he was better. Chat Noir was the coolest.

               “I’m telling you, Chat is way better!” He heard someone shout.

               A smart person, he grinned.

               Adrien glanced over his shoulder, seeing Alix standing up defiantly. She seemed to be arguing with Max and Kim.

               “Come on, Ladybug is way cooler!”

               Well screw you, too, Kim.

               “Oh my gosh, guys, class is literally going to start in like five minutes are you really doing this again?” Nino laughed, not speaking loud enough for them to hear him.

               “You’re just saying that because you have a crush on her, Kim!” Alix teased, poking his arm.

               “A crush?” Adrien asked, before he could even contain it.

               “Yeah!” Alix laughed, now facing Adrien, ready to explain Kim’s embarrassing ‘secret’, “He’s only a Littlebug because he thinks she’s cute!”

               “I do not!” Kim shouted back, slamming the desk, “I’m on team Ladybug because she’s just better.”

               And just like that, they were back at it again. Adrien turned back around, deciding to ignore the whole ‘better’ comment. Instead, he focused on the ‘crush’ part.

               Who could have a crush on Ladybug? Surely she wasn’t anything near crush-worthy. She wasn’t anywhere near as cool as Chat! Adrien wasn’t exactly expecting Chat’s coolness to make Kim gay or anything, so it’s not like romance is the best defense. But still! Why would anyone have a crush on Ladybug? She was obnoxious, totally lazy, not funny, and nowhere near as strong or amazing as Chat Noir! Well, okay, she’s not obnoxious. She’s not lazy, either. And she’s pretty funny. And maybe she’s a little strong. And amazing.

               Okay, okay, Adrien can see why someone would have a crush on her. Out of all types of people to be rivals with, he was actually pretty grateful she was the way she was. He could have been stuck with someone who was actually rude, or a blackmailer, or maybe someone who didn’t pull their weight. Out of all the people in Paris, whoever Ladybug actually was did the job right. In fact, it was kind of fun to be her rival. She certainly put up a challenge, but not to the point where he was left in the dust. And she was a good guy, too, so she never cheated or anything like that. She always played fair, even if it was inconvenient. And there was one time when Adrien was already having a bad day, and she hardly insulted him like at all during that fight. She’s actually… pretty great.

               But! She’s his rival! He totally hates-but-not-really Ladybug!

               And he was still upset that Marinette was in danger the other day, too. Yeah, that’s right! The ‘amazing’ Ladybug wasn’t there, was she?

               He heard a click, and saw Marinette rush in the door, relieved that she made it on time.

               With a smile, Adrien gave her a quick wave as she walked to her seat. She waved back, a grin of her own growing quickly.

               Seeing her smile brought Adrien back to reality. The safety of the citizens was all that mattered, in the end. The rivalry of Chat Noir and Ladybug was just an added bonus, but it was the civilian’s safety that really mattered. And here she was, safe as can be. Just seeing her made him feel a glowing ball of pride inside his chest. He protected wonderful people, just like her.

               And yeah, sure, Ladybug totally sucked in comparison to the amazing Chat Noir, but she protected people like Marinette, too. So he’ll always give her that little bit of credit, no matter what.

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Rival AU: Chapter 3

Chapter 3: Evillistrator

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                 Adrien sighed to himself, glancing from his notebook to the chalkboard. He was torn.

               He really liked Marinette. She was nice and sweet, even if she was a little shy and weird around him. He saw her around the others, and he knew how smart and kind she could be. She seemed like an amazing friend, and he really wanted to get to know her better. But at the same time, she always seemed so nervous around him. He didn’t know if he had done something to upset her, or maybe scare her, or whatever he did to make her act so strangely. It just felt like there was this… this barrier between them!

               Suddenly, a loud thud interrupted his thoughts. Quickly looking to his side, Adrien saw poor Nathanael flat on the floor, drawings scattered all over next to him. He heard Chloe say some rude remark about him, or his drawings, but Adrien really wasn’t listening. He just felt bad that Nathanael tripped and embarrassed himself.

               As he watched Nathanael leave the room, head down, Adrien wondered if he might become akumatized. From what he’s seen so far, Nathanael was both shy and emotional, two very easily attacked traits. But all seemed quiet so far, so Adrien just shrugged it off and continued with his notes.

               After class, Adrien made his way to the library. He was paired with Nino and Alya to do his science project, which he was super grateful for. He liked both Nino and Alya! This was going to be a great project! He offered to go to the library to pick up some books to help.

               He glanced over to his side, where the library tables were, and saw Chloe, Sabrina, and Marinette. He knew Marinette and Chloe didn’t get along well, so he felt bad for both of them. Guess not everyone can be matched up with great friends. Still, she seemed pretty focused. Although she might be more focused on ignoring Chloe than her work.

               Hmm… She looked pretty cool when she was so focused like that. He had gotten so used to seeing her flustered that seeing her in the ‘zone’ was even cooler.

               His slightly unintentional staring was interrupted by… a huge hair dryer?

               Oh, right. Akuma.

               Without a moments doubt, Adrien took the opportunity to transform. This was going to be great! He’ll capture that akuma before Ladybug even shows up!

               “Hiyaa!” An all-too-familiar feminine voice hollered.

               What the heck?!

               “How did she get here that fast? That was supposed to be my advantage!” Adrien- now Chat Noir- growled to himself, jumping up on top of the bookshelf.

               While Ladybug was fighting the giant hair dryer, Chat took the opportunity to run around the second floor, trying to locate the akumatied villain. Unfortunately, the villain saw him first, and trapped him in a giant, clear box. By the time Chat figured out how to escape, the villain was gone. He heard it say something about “Evillistrator”, so Chat assumed that was his name now. Tacky, but still kinda funny.

               “Chat!” Ladybug called, jumping up to the second floor.

               “Finally realized you need my help?” Chat replied immediately, crossing his arms smugly.

               “No!” Ladybug huffed loudly, “The Evillistrator is going after Chloe- uh, that blond girl he attacked earlier. I don’t care much about you, but I do care about the people of Paris. Understood?”

               He nodded, but never removed his cocky smirk. Every now and then, when an akuma was targeting one single person instead of just the entire city, they would let the other know. As important as being the better one was, protecting Paris was still their priority. But that doesn’t mean they won’t insult each other the whole way to Chloe’s house- which they did.

               Not even half an hour of being in Chloe’s house, Ladybug was getting fed up.

               “Worried your little stake-out won’t work, Little Lady?” Chat teased, sitting on top of one of the couches.

               “No, I’m worried that my head will explode if I have to listen to you yap any longer!” Ladybug shot back. It was true, but only a half truth. Even Chat Noir didn’t annoy her as much as Chloe, but she wasn’t just going to say that in front of them all.

               “It’s alright, I’d get jealous, too, if I was competing against someone better than me.”

               That was the last straw. With a loud shout of something along the lines of “do it yourself,” Ladybug burst out the window. Chat grinned proudly. Maybe today would be a great day after all. He’s going to get the akuma all by himself, because Ladybug’s a quitter!

               “Ladybug, don’t go!” Chloe whined, racing to the window.

               “Don’t worry, I’m the stronger one anyway,” Chat smirked proudly. He knew Chloe was on team Ladybug, but maybe saving her life like the hero he was would convince her otherwise.

               Unfortunately, the stake-out idea actually wasn’t working as well as he’d thought. As much as he’d like to blame Ladybug for it- which he would- it was still partially his idea. When the sun started to set, he assumed that maybe the Evillistrator had gotten a new victim to chase. He checked online many times throughout his stake-out to see if there were any videos of the akuma being spotted, but it was all silent. Worst case scenario was that Ladybug found him and purified him, but there was nothing on the Ladyblog about purification since last week. Can akumas just… give up?

               “Hey, Chloe.” Chat started, walking towards the window, “I’m going to go head out, maybe find the akuma if I can. You seem pretty safe here.”

               “Oh, but, but I need protection! What if that beast tries to hurt me, or my hair!” She whined, but he was already out the window before she even finished.

               It was pretty late in the evening by now. Most people were starting to head inside, and the streets were quieting down. It would be a perfect opportunity for Chat to patrol and try to locate the akuma.

               Almost an hour into his ‘patrol’, Chat made his way to the river. All of the sudden, he noticed one boat in particular was well lit and- and suddenly becoming even more well lit? Did lights just fall out of the sky like that?

               Racing over, Chat figured out that the akuma had this ability to just make things. A pretty cool ability, if he could say so. But Chat wasn’t worried. If the akuma could make things, his cataclysm could destroy things.

               But his proud bragging was halted when he saw who else was on the boat with the Evillistrator- It was Marinette!

               For a moment there, Chat was suddenly worried. Had the Evillistrator given up on Chloe and was trying to attack Marinette?! But his panic was calmed when he noticed that the akuma wasn’t drawing cages or weapons for Marinette, but rather more lights and a miniature Eiffel Tower. Was this… a date?

               Oh! Right! This akuma is from Nathanael! Wasn’t Chloe making fun of Nathanael for doodling him and Marinette? This must have been part of his plan, to capture Marinette for a ‘date’!

               And where was Ladybug, hm? Nowhere to be seen!

               Chat grinned to himself. This would be the perfect chance to save the day, purify the akuma, and show Marinette just how cool Chat Noir is!

               As silent as a mouse, Chat jumped on the boat and hid behind the bench. He couldn’t hear everything they were saying, but he could figure out most of it. He figured out that it was that magic tablet that produced whatever the Evillistrator drew. Suddenly, he saw Marinette offer to draw him something.

               She must have figured it out, too! Chat knew how smart she was, and he just knew she had to have figured it out!

               But in his excitement to grab the pen, he caused one of the boards beneath him to creak loudly. Suddenly, the Evillistrator wasn’t so happy anymore.

               On instinct, Chat rushed forward to grab Marinette, and protect her in case the Evillistrator got any funny ideas.

               “You’re working with him!” He shouted angrily, suddenly creating another clear box, trapping them in.

               “No, wait, Nathanael!” Marinette cried, rushing to the wall of the box. But her pleas were silenced as the boat shook, because a huge chunk of the sides were becoming erased.

               Before Marinette could even call out to the akuma again, he was gone. Out of the corner of his eye, Chat noticed Marinette make an extremely frustrated face. Why was she so upset? Surely she was captured by the Evillistrator and forced to do this ‘date’ with him, why was she so bothered by it ending?

               “Don’t worry, Princess, I’ll save you,” Chat smirked, pulling out his staff. This would be so great, Marinette will totally be on team Chat once he saves her life!

               However, he couldn’t quite figure out how to get them out of the quickly sinking box…

               As he kept hitting the sides with his staff, Marinette swiftly grabbed the staff, holding it upright, and extended it. The staff edge pushed the box upwards, giving them room to crawl out.

               They quickly made their way back on land, and Chat stood up straight.

               “Glad you’re safe, citizen,” He grinned, proud of his own plan, “I need to go capture the akuma, but you can thank me later.”

               And with that, he was off. If he hadn’t been complimenting himself in his head, he would have heard a few muttered insults coming from behind him.

               As he expected, the akuma was going back to its first victim- Chloe. But about as soon as the destruction of her house started, Chat Noir was there as well. Unfortunately, so was Ladybug.

               “Nice to see you decided to be a hero again, Ladybug.” Chat teased, blocking some of the Evillistrators shots.

               “I had another mission of my own, but it was messed up by another idiot I know,” She explained, more complaining to herself than actually explaining, however.

               “Well, you don’t have to worry about any of that anymore,” Chat laughed, getting closer to the akuma, “I can handle this all on my own.”

               Well, maybe he can’t.

               A giant chain-and-ball around your ankle and a huge hole in the ground might be when someone needs help.

               “Lucky Charm!”

               If Chat wasn’t stuck holding on for dear life, he would have complained. Man, if he had the ability to just poof the perfect item for any fight!

               He heard a few ‘pings’, probably from whatever her Lucky Charm was, and then a snap.

               “Gotcha!”

               Noooo���..

               With an angry growl, Chat heard Ladybug purify the akuma, and throw her Lucky Charm into the air to clean up any damage. The moment the weights were off his ankle, Chat leapt up back to sweet, sweet solid ground.

               “Yay, Ladybug!” Chloe shouted, but was more pleased that her clothes were back to normal than actual Ladybug.

               “Yay, Ladybug…” Chat echoed, in a much more sarcastic and bitter tone.

               “Hey,” Ladybug started, walking over to him. Her voice didn’t seem as cocky as he was expecting, “I appreciate your help.”

               With that, she held out her hand to help Chat up from his sitting position. He sighed, and took her hand. As much as he hated to admit it, he really did respect that about her. She had every right to shove it in his face that he did all the work and she got all the credit, but she didn’t. And he could tell she hated to admit her appreciation as well. Mutual kind-of-hatred.

               “Yeah, thanks.” He replied, nodding. Both of their Miraculouses started to beep, indicating their need to escape.

               “See you around,” Ladybug waved, but before she hopped out of the window, she turned around with a smirk, “Loser.”

               Chat blinked, then rushed to the window as she catapulted out.

               “You know, for a second there, I almost respected you! But I take it allllll back now! You’re just lazy!”

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Rival AU: Chapter 2

Chapter 2: The Almost Perfect Boy

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                 Marinette sat quietly in class, occasionally writing some bullet points for the important things the teacher was saying. She already read the chapter, so she basically knew it already, and it was more of a review class than anything else. Which gave her the perfect opportunity to stare at the lovely specimen before her: Adrien Agreste.

               Adrien was the closest thing a living being could be to perfection, at least to Marinette. He was sweet, kind, considerate, patient, funny, and of course very handsome. He was a model for a reason, after all. Added bonus was that his father was more-or-less one of Marinette’s idols, since she too was trying to work in the fashion industry. He was basically her dream boy. As far as she knew, he had no flaws.

               “Alright, class,” The teacher began, cutting off Marinette’s daydreams, “That’s all for this lecture. I hope you took good notes, because this will be on the test.”

               Marinette glanced down at her half empty paper and sighed. She could probably wing it, right?

               “Hey, Marinette, check this out!” Alya chimed, already in ‘hang out after class’ mode.

               She quickly reached into her purse and grabbed her phone, shoving the image on it in Marinette’s face.

               --Ladybug does it again! That’s the third akuma in a row that she’s purified, giving the Team Ladybug a huge boost!—

               Below the bright headline was a picture of Ladybug in the motions of purification, grinning with pride at her victory.

               “I’m telling you, Mari,” Alya rambled proudly, as if she herself were Ladybug, “She’s the best! Chat Noir’s got nothing on her!”

               “Hey now,” Nino interrupted, turning around with a smirk, “I’ll have you know my man Chat Noir had a disadvantage during that last battle! Half of it was in the air, and Ladybug can fly up with her yo-yo! It’s not Chat’s fault he’s stuck on the ground!”

               Marinette noticed Adrien nodding in agreement, and she felt a little part of her rear up in frustration.

               “Still, a win is a win, no matter how she got it,” Alya shrugged jokingly, shoving the phone in Nino’s face.

               “The real ‘win’ is saving Paris,” Marinette reminded Alya. It was true, after all. Even though she was certainly proud to beat Chat to the punch, they did both share the same end-goal.

               “Yeah, but c’mon Marinette, Ladybug still won.” Alya laughed, causing Marinette to giggle with her.

               Oh, who was she kidding, it felt great to beat that sorry cat to victory.

               “So, Adrien,” Alya started, now facing Adrien. This got Marinette’s attention quickly, “Which team are you on? You’re totally a Littlebug, right?”

               Marinette felt like her insides her inflating like balloons. Adrien must be on team Ladybug! He was so kind and sweet, surely he wouldn’t root for a jokester like Chat! And that meant that he was rooting for Ladybug, who was Marinette! So by continuation, he was on Team Marinette!

               “Oh, actually, I’m way on team Chat.”

               Suddenly, those inside-balloons started to pop.

               So… Dear, sweet, perfect Adrien… Was a Kitten?!

               The perfect boy Marinette had come to idolize, to nearly worship, to dream of marrying- he was on team Chat?!? How?! How on earth could such a perfect person be on such a… such a lame team?!

               “Are you really?” Marinette asked, before she could even realize it.

               “Oh yeah. Chat Noir is super awesome.”

               Why are you like this?

               Okay… Well… One flaw can’t be that bad, he’s still almost perfect… But that one flaw is just so, so jarring…

               We’ll just have to work on that when we get married, Marinette decided to herself. She would forgive him, he was young and innocent, he didn’t know how wrong he was. Marinette would just have to show him the light.

               Suddenly, a huge crash was heard a few rooms down, and an alarm went off immediately afterwards. Looks like another akuma came up… At least class ended.

               But as she ran out of the room to ‘evacuate’ with the rest of the class, she realized something: Maybe Marinette didn’t have to be the one to show Adrien how amazing Ladybug is! Maybe Ladybug herself could do it!

-          -      -

“Bye bye, little butterfly,” Chat grinned, standing on the roof of the school, palm open as a now-white butterfly flew out.

“Looks like your win-steaks over, Bugaboo,” He smirked, using the nickname that he knew infuriated Ladybug.

               “Don’t get too cocky, Chat,” Ladybug shot back, “I took it easy on you this time. I felt bad, after all.”

               “I don’t need your pity to be better than you,” He shot back.

               Before Ladybug could retort, she heard her earrings beep a warning. She had used her Lucky Charm, and now she needed to leave.

               “I’ll see you around, Ms. Pity,” Chat waved, using his staff to catapult himself off of the roof.

               Ladybug growled to herself, and left as well. Maybe this one battle wasn’t her best… She hoped Adrien had already evacuated before Chat beat her.

[dramaticdragon]

Rival AU: Chapter 1

The lame intro that is kinda required in AU fics!

Fanfiction

AO3

                  The city of Paris was known for many things. It’s monuments, the romance, the food, but mostly for its two biggest heroes: Ladybug and Chat Noir. Whenever a citizen of Paris became overwhelmed with any type of negative emotion, they could be possessed with a creature called an akuma and become a super villain. Thus, Ladybug and Chat Noir would come to save the day and purify the akuma.

               But here’s the catch: Ladybug and Chat Noir aren’t on the same team. Never in the history of Paris has there ever been a more fierce rivalry than that of Ladybug and Chat Noir. As soon as an akuma arises, it’s a race to save the day, and be the hero. Both have the ability to purify akumas, and both have a strong passion to save the day. No one knows how the rivalry began, but most people simply assumed it always was and always will be. Besides, good luck and bad luck could never be a team.

               Now, that’s not to say Ladybug and Chat Noir are against each other. They make no efforts to injure the other in their attempts to be the hero. In fact, it’s not unheard of for one to apologize to the other if they accidentally hurt the other. No one likes apologizing to their rival, but they aren’t cruel.

               The rivalry of the fans was almost as fierce as the heroes themselves. The fans of Ladybug, called Littlebugs, were against the fans of Chat Noir, called Kitties. Alya was a staple of the Littlebugs, who ran the Ladyblog, which stared Ladybug with every post. There wasn’t a blog as strong for Chat Noir, but Nino made a small blog for him just to jokingly spite Alya.

               And of course, the real Ladybug and Chat Noir were strong in their team pride. Marinette, who was secretly Ladybug, gladly supported Alya’s blog and agreed that Ladybug was, in fact, the best. Meanwhile, Adrien firmly believed that Chat Noir was way cooler and better for Paris. But of course, no one ever knew their identities, and to the rest of the world they just looked like normal fans.

               The real fun starts when they start to become friends…