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Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Spite Playlist: Remix CH22

And we’re back! Chapters will resume posting on Fridays both here on tumblr and on AO3 (linked below). I hope you’re ready for the second half of this story. I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve that are different from last time, so I hope you all enjoy it!

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Chapter 22: Mean

Marinette chewed her lip, picking at the hem of her shirt. She’d been too nervous to sleep, and the coffee she drank on the way to the hotel made her jittery. Clara and her manager flipped through her designs, the silence eating away at Marinette’s composure. Did Clara like them? Hate them? Had Marinette let her down? Why wasn’t she saying anything?

Clara glanced up at Marinette, a smile curling on her lips. She stood up with an amused giggle and took Marinette’s hands. “Oh, Marinette, you can chill. These designs really fit the bill. Choosing you was in good taste. Eloise, send these to my tailor, posthaste.” Clara winked, and Marinette breathed a sigh of relief. “Truly, great work, Marinette. I love them.”

“I’m glad. Thank you so much for this opportunity.” Marinette bowed.

“Although your formality is rather cutesy, there’s no need since you and I are friends, you see.” She spun Marinette around and pulled her in for a hug. “I felt a connection with you right away. If you ever need anything, you just have to say.”

Marinette’s chest swelled as Clara pulled away and brushed her nose with a finger.

“Eloise, write a check for her beautiful mind.” Clara ordered, pacing over to the piano. “I’ve got an idea for a new song that will be simply divine!”

Clara’s manager tore a check from her book and handed it to Marinette as Clara began to pluck at the piano. Marinette did a double-take to make sure the decimal was in the right place, but before she could protest, Clara’s security guard ushered her out.

“Goodbye, my dearest friend. I’ll miss you until we meet again!” Clara blew a kiss.

As the door closed behind her, Marinette glanced down at the check, heart pounding. Clara liked her designs! She considered Marinette a friend! Oh, she’d love to see the look on Lila’s face the day Clara walked the red carpet in Marinette’s dress.

“I’m so proud of you, Marinette!” Tikki said as Marinette tapped the button for the elevator. “You worked really hard, and it paid off.”

“I’m just happy that Clara liked my designs. It’s not about the money for me. I want to design clothes that make people feel good,” she said, stepping onto the elevator. “I can’t wait to tell everyone over tea this afternoon!”

“Will there be cookies at the tea party?” Tikki asked.

Marinette shot her a knowing smile and brushed her kwami’s nose with one finger. “Control that sweet tooth of yours.”

“I want to celebrate your accomplishments!” Tikki shot back indignantly. “If there happens to be cookies there, then so be it.”

“Tell you what,” Marinette said as the elevator dinged on the first floor. “I told everyone to come over at 2. Why don’t you and I celebrate now? Let’s go get some ice cream.”

Tikki perked up, ducking down into her purse. Marinette shut the clasp as she paced out the front doors of the hotel. Pulling out her phone to see where Andre was stationed today, she failed to look up as she rounded the corner and collided with another person.

“Sorry!” she gasped as they both stumbled backward, but upon seeing the face of her victim, her face hardened.

“Finally apologizing for trying to upstage me? It’s about time,” Lila said.

“I’m sorry for bumping into you. Nothing else.” Marinette rolled her eyes and stepped around her.

“So, you’re not sorry for abandoning all of your friends then? For turning your back on Alya?” Lila asked.

Marinette’s hands balled into fists, but she didn’t stop. “Alya made her choice.”

“And she chose me over you.” Lila smirked. “She even got us matching bff necklaces. She’s so sweet.”

“Congratulations. I’m sure your genuine friendship built on honesty and trust will last a lifetime.” Marinette retorted.

“I’m just glad she finally deleted her blog dedicated to that insect. She has so much more time on her hands to do all of my work,” Lila said. “You know, I’m class representative now since you deserted your post.”

Marinette bit her lip hard. Lila was taunting her, and she knew it. How could anyone be this vindictive? Marinette had always known Lila was evil, but she really had a way of one-upping herself. Marinette made a promise with Adrien to stay out of it, but no matter how far she ran, Lila was always right behind her.

Marinette spun around with a sharp retort on her tongue, but a silver limo pulling up to the curb cut her off. She half expected blond hair to pop out, but to her surprise, it was Martin who appeared.

“Hey, Marinette. I saw you walking, so I had my driver pull over.” He flicked his gaze between them. “Do you and your friend need a ride?”

“Ha! She and I will never be friends. I have much better taste,” Lila said.

Martin eyed Marinette, eyebrows knitting together when she shifted her weight.

“Then if you don’t mind, please leave her alone. She’s my friend,” he requested.

“You don’t want to be friends with a loser like her. I’m the great-granddaughter of world-famous piano player, Victor Laurent,” she said, fluffing her hair. Her sinister smile said that she’d taken all of Marinette’s friends once, and she’d do it again.

“Victor Laurent didn’t have any children. He died alone at the age of 72 from pneumonia…” Martin tilted his head to one side. “And anyway, Marinette’s great-uncle is a world-famous chef with his own brand of cookware—my mom loves his knives. Not to mention she knows Jagged Stone and is good friends with Adrien Agreste. She has a lot of connections.”

Marinette stifled a laugh as Lila gasped in offense. Martin blinked in confusion as Lila stalked off with a huff, glaring over her shoulder at them.

“Who was that girl?” he asked.

“One of the worst human beings you’ll ever meet,” Marinette replied. When Martin seemed confused, she added, “It’s a long story. I was actually on my way to get some ice cream. Wanna come?”

“Sure.”

Andre was in Marinette’s favorite spot in the Trocadero—a fitting compensation for the unpleasant encounter they’d just had. They found a bench, ice cream cones in hand, and Marinette flopped onto it with a sigh. Lila was insufferable, but Marinette wasn’t going to let it spoil her day. Clara liked her designs. Nothing else mattered.

“So, that’s the girl who turned all of your friends against you?” Martin asked, and Marinette nodded. “Wow. No wonder you changed schools. I would have changed cities.”

“I thought about it.” Marinette took a spoonful of ice cream. “She’s super manipulative, and if you side against her, she does everything in her power to ruin your life.”

“She sounds like Gabrielle just without the muscle, but at least we don’t have to put up with her now that her family’s bankrupt,” Martin said.

“Yeah…” Marinette lowered her gaze. “I bet you were really happy when you found out about Gabrielle.”

Martin shrugged. “I’m glad she doesn’t pick on everyone anymore, but I can’t imagine losing everything. I feel kinda bad for her… Is that weird?”

“I don’t think so,” Marinette said. “Actually, I feel the same way. No one deserves to go through that.” She pursed her lips, jabbing her ice cream with the spoon. “I’m surprised you of all people don’t hate her. She was the worst to you.”

“I try not to hate anyone,” Martin said around a bite. “I think everyone has good inside them deep down, and with the right influence, anyone can change if they want to.”

“So, you think Gabrielle could be a good person?” she asked.

“Well, sure. Why not?” Martin quirked a brow.

Marinette eyed him, a small smile curling on her lips. She sat up and turned to face him.

“Can I tell you something?”

“Uh, sure. What’s up?” he asked.

“It’s a long story, but Gabrielle and I are kind of friends now. I think…” Marinette admitted. “I haven’t told anyone because of everything, but I think you’re right. Anyone can be nice if they want to be, even Gabrielle.” When Martin seemed stunned, she curled her shoulders and added, “Do you hate me?”

Martin’s face softened, and he shook his head. “Of course not! I could never hate you.” He assured her. “I think it’s good. If anyone can help Gabrielle find the light inside of her, it’s you, Marinette.”

She leaned back on the bench with a smile, the spring sun warming her cheeks. Winter was over, leaving the cold and dreary behind. Nature was turning over new leaves. A fresh start, just like Marinette wanted. She took a deep breath, picturing all of the good things in her life. Adrien, Macy, Eliott, Martin, Gabrielle. Chloe, weirdly. Her parents, Tikki, Master Fu, Chat Noir, Clara. New opportunities. New beginnings.

She exhaled, letting all of the negative flow out with her breath. Lila had no power over her anymore, and after two months of running, Marinette was finally free.

♪♫♪ Cruel Summer ♪♫♪

Marinette hummed jovially, the heat from the tea kettle on the stove warming her arms. Her friends would be over soon to celebrate her presentation. After her run-in with Lila earlier, Martin dropped her off at home, where her dad made special macarons for their celebration. Talking to Martin eased her nerves, and Lila’s empty threats were far from her mind. Today she was celebrating.

It was the first time her new friends were coming to hang out at her house. After seeing all of their extravagant homes, Marinette might have felt self-conscious about her family’s tiny apartment, but her friends never gave her reason to worry. If only Adrien were joining them, but he was busy with a photoshoot. He promised to make it up to her, which had her head swimming with possibilities. Oh, she hoped whatever he had in mind involved kissing. Three almosts was driving her wild. Would she ever get to kiss those perfect lips?

And what were they now? Were they dating? Marinette didn’t know for sure, but they had to be pretty close, right? Adrien was so bold with her lately, complimenting her, touching her face, her hair, her hands… One of these days she’d snatch those lips down to hers if he didn’t kiss her soon. Kissing Adrien—the thought alone made her melt.

She wanted to hear his voice, but did she dare call him? He probably wouldn’t answer since he never brought his phone to photoshoots—always so professional. Then again, she could listen to his really cute voicemail… And she still hadn’t told him how her presentation went. Maybe she’d leave him a message. Girlfriends were allowed to do that, right? Oh god, Adrien’s girlfriend! She’d have to get used to calling herself that. Okay, no more stalling. New beginnings. Marinette wasn’t going to second-guess herself anymore. She was going to charge forward with confidence!

Pressing the call button, she chewed her lip with a giggle. This was really happening! One cute voicemail, then the next time they saw each other, she was going to kiss Adrien on the lips. Then they’d become boyfriend and girlfriend, date throughout the rest of collége and lycée, go off to university and get married, have 3 kids, and a hamster named-

Wait!

What was she going to say in the voicemail? She didn’t know how to be cute and flirty! Every time she tried, she ended up rambling about her toothbrush or falling down stairs. She needed to write a script. Abort! Abort!

“Missing me already?”

Marinette’s heart skipped at Adrien’s flirtatious lilt.

“Adrien! You answered,” she gasped.

“You called me, and you’re surprised I picked up?” he chuckled.

“Well, I thought you had a photoshoot, I was just going to leave a message,” Marinette said.

“I just got done with makeup, so I have a few minutes. I was actually thinking of calling you,” he said. “I’m sorry I can’t be there.”

“No worries. I understand.” She assured him.

“I take it your presentation went well?”

“Yeah! That’s what I was calling to tell you. Clara loved my designs! I’ve never been so happy.” Marinette paced the length of her living room, biting back a smile. “I ran into Lila as I was leaving, but not even she could ruin my mood.”

“Whoa, wait! You ran into Lila?” Adrien asked.

“Ugh, yeah, but it was fine. Martin swooped in before she got me too riled up. She even tried to lie him out of backing me up, but he totally called her out. I’ve never seen her pout so hard.” When Adrien remained quiet on the other end, she added, “I’m fine, really. I’m not going to let her bother me anymore. This thing with Clara could open up a lot of opportunities for me.”

“I guess you’re right. Lila only wishes she were half as talented as you. You’re amazing, Marinette,” Adrien said, bringing a familiar warmth to her cheeks. “They’re ready for me on set, so I have to go.”

Marinette tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. “Yeah, sorry for interrupting. I just wanted to tell you the good news, and…talk for a minute.”

“You can interrupt me anytime. I’m always happy to hear your voice,” he said. “I’ll see you soon, okay?”

“Okay.” Marinette bit back a smile.

“Oh, and congratulations! You deserve it, Marinette.”

Marinette hung up with a dreamy sigh, hugging her phone to her chest. She was going to replay that conversation in her head for the rest of the evening. Before she could get lost in her lovestruck daydreams, the doorbell rang.

“Congratulations!” Macy hugged Marinette’s neck the moment she opened the door. “Oh, I knew she was going to love them!”

“Uh, I think you’re choking her.” Martin pointed out, and Macy let go.

“Sorry! But you did it! A major celebrity is going to wear your designs to an official awards show. That’s huge!” Macy squealed. “Oh! Is this your living room? It’s so cozy!”

As Macy pushed past Marinette into the apartment, Martin presented her with a bouquet of flowers.

“We picked these up for you on the way.”

“Thanks! That’s so sweet.” Marinette gestured him in, moving to find a vase in the kitchen. “Where’s Eliott?”

“He’ll be here soon. He was auditioning for another play today, so he’s running late,” Macy explained. “Your house is so cute! Did you make these pillows?”

“Uh, yeah. They were one of the first things I learned how to sew,” Marinette said, filling a vase in the sink. “My dad made macarons, and I’m making tea if you want any.”

Martin helped himself, taking a seat at the table, but Macy moved over to the bookcase to look at their family photos. Marinette set the vase in the middle of the table and grabbed the cups from the cupboard.

“Are you feeling better now?” Martin asked while she set the table. “I mean, after running into that girl earlier?”

“Yeah,” Marinette said, surprised by how much she meant it. “I’m not worried about her anymore. I’m fine.”

Martin relaxed. “Good. You seem happier now than when you first came to school,” he said. “I could tell how sad you were, even when you were smiling.”

Marinette grabbed the kettle from the stove and pursed her lips.

“I guess I’m not as good at hiding as I thought.” She laughed bitterly. “It’s been hard, but I’m really lucky to have people that support me. I have you all to thank for that.”

“That’s what friends are for, right?” Martin smiled, an expression Marinette returned.

“Right.”

“Marinette? Is this you?” Macy held up a baby picture. “You were so cute!”

Marinette’s cheeks burned, but before she could snatch the photo away from her, the front door flew open. Eliott burst in, hair disheveled and eyes wide with panic.

“Eliott? What’s-” Macy started.

“I need help!”

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justmoreocs-writing · 2 years ago

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A.J. and Nico:

Growing up, A.J. and Nico were pretty close, given that he was close to Dick, too. She moved away for University, and the two of them kind of fell out of touch. She never truly realised that he might get jealous of her going back to England, or that her taking Jason under her wing a little had only exacerbated his feelings of being replaced.

Nico might not understand why she likes beans on toast, but he has been known to make it for her when he knows she’s feeling down. The two of them are still very used to figuring out how the other is feeling without asking - even if Nico is better at reading her than the other way around.

I feel like Nico might trust her more than Dick. He’d tell her - or at least drop hints - about Teagan, knowing she will help carry the burden with a more clinical view of things than the others.

Both of them worry a lot about each other, especially when it comes to the vigilante stuff. They have been known to spend many a sleepless night ensuring the other is OK if they’ve been out doing something - to do with their alter egos or not.

Eloïse, Aurélia and Adrien:

The three of them are known to go to bakeries together whenever they can sneak away. Aurélia has become an expert at getting away from their minder, and Eloïse is good at calming Adrien’s guilt.

I know previously we’ve spoken about Aurélia feeling a little out of the loop with the others, but they do whatever they can to ensure she never feels like that. There’s very little discussion between them about introducing her to Plagg. When they find out she has her own, they flip because it’s awesome!

Aurélia and Eloïse occasionally have time when it’s just the two of them, enjoying the city and trying to make up for lost time between them.

Cooking is not a strong suit of theirs, however the three of them always have a laugh when trying to cook. It fills the house, something they enjoy even if occasionally it earns a little scorn from their father.

Lily and Sherry:

Sherry is the one who encourages Eggsy to ask Lily out - because goddamn it if he doesn’t make her a part of the family, Sherry will get Roxy to adopt her or something.

They balance each other out somewhat. There’s a calm when the two of them are with each other that people notice. But, that does also mean they can be deadly as partners. Having these two work together on missions is always a positive, especially when people don’t see them coming.

They try to teach each other something; Sherry teachers her how to skate, and Lily does her best to teach Sherry a little more about hacking. Neither of them are great with the other’s skills, but the time they spend together is the most important bit.

Lily and Sherry don’t even question comforting each other. They’re just there when they’re needed the most. Sherry is there for Lily when Harry dies, and Sherry knows she can always rely on Lily having a spare room ready for her if she needs it.

#Repost #Made By Me #Answered Questions #Crossover #Crossover With randomestfandoms-ocs #Nightwing OCs #Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir OCs #Kingsman OCs #The Making of a Hero #Clever Kitty #Listen to Your Hart #Amelia Jane Kane #Eloise Agreste #Lilian Robinson #A.J. Kane #Lily Robinson

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mintaka14 · 4 years ago

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Coryphée

A Miraculous Ladybug fanfiction

By Mintaka14

Chapter Six – Coda

“I heard,” one of the seamstresses said from her workstation, “that the results of the concours are going out today.”

And of course, the backstage staff knew before the dancers themselves had even received the letters of offer or rejection. Marinette shifted on her stool and frowned down in concentration at the old costume she was unpicking, one laborious stitch at a time.

The names of the new premiére danseuses and premier danseurs were tossed around, and Marinette only paid them half a mind, until someone asked, “What about the new sujet? Who got that one?”

“Oh, Mireille Caquet got the promotion,” someone else said, and Marinette put down the seam ripper in surprise.

“Not Lila Rossi?” she asked, and the girl across from her started laughing.

“Not in a month of Sundays,” Nicolette snorted. “That one’s never going to make it out of quadrilles, I can tell you that, and bad luck to her. Always so rude, and I don’t envy anyone who ever gets her for fittings.” She giggled. “We always make sure Mlle Rossi gets the last pick of the gowns and wigs, the one that’s always just a little bit too tight or a colour she doesn’t like much.”

Marinette couldn’t help the gasp of laughter that escaped her.

“Did you know her?” someone else asked Marinette.

“Of course she did,” Nicolette said. “Marinette was in the corps until she grew a brain and got out.”

Marinette just smiled and picked up the seam ripper again.

“Besides, I heard there’ve been discussions going on,” Pascal said from his workstation as he concentrated on the placement of another sequin. “Lila Rossi pissed off the wrong person, and the Director of the Conservatory himself got involved. They’re not going to renew her season’s contract when it finishes soon.”

That provoked an uproar in the atelier, and Marinette’s seam picker fell from her fingers to bounce on the floor.

“But… she was a permanent contract! She said she was permanent.”

Pascal was shaking his head gleefully. “No, no, chérie. She was a seasonal.”

There was a knock on the atelier door, and a ripple of excited murmuring ran through the room.

“Marinette,” one of the seamstresses said in a singsong voice. “Your boyfriend’s here.”

And Luka was leaning against the doorframe, his gorgeous blue eyes only on her.

“Ready to go, melody?” he asked, and Eloise Marchand waved her off with an indulgent smile.

“There’s nothing that can’t be done tomorrow,” the costume director told her. “We’ll all be packing up soon anyway. You go and enjoy your evening.”

Marinette ignored the giggles and sighs as she carefully put away the costume she’d been working on and gathered up her things. It was all good-humoured, and Nicolette whispered, “You’re so lucky” as Marinette passed her.

“I know,” she whispered back, and then Luka took her hand, his smile lighting up, and she followed him out the door. All the way down from the sixth floor they talked about inconsequential things, and how his search for an apartment was going.

“I mean, I love the Liberty,” Luka sighed, “and I’m going to miss Ma and Jules, but I’m really not going to miss Jules banging on the wall or making comments any time you come round.”

Juleka had been having way too much fun with playing spoilsport lately. Marinette felt the embarrassed fire rising in her face, and changed the subject. She eyed Luka thoughtfully, and brought up a suspicion that she’d had since Pascal had shared his piece of gossip.

“I heard a rumour today that Lila’s seasonal contract with the company is getting cancelled, and that the Director of the Conservatory of Music was involved. You wouldn’t have had anything to do with that, would you?” she asked, and he cast his eyes up.

“I may have had a conversation with my mother’s ex-boyfriend who just happens to be the Director of the Conservatory,” he said with feigned innocence. “The subject of Lila may have come up.”

“Luka!” She shoved his arm gently, and then sighed. “I could almost feel sorry for her. She was never going to get ahead in the company, and I think she knew it.”

“She put glass in your shoes,” Luka said, and she shouldn’t have found that rumbling growl in his voice as sexy as she did. Distracted by that thought, it took her a moment to realise that he was watching her.

“Do you wish I hadn’t said anything?” he asked her, and she subjected that to some consideration.

“No, I think I’m glad you did. If she’s done things like that to me to get what she wants, she’ll do it again to someone else if she’s left unchecked,” Marinette said. They’d reached the entrance hall, and Luka held the door open for her. “That recording was only going to hold her back for so long.”

He took her hand again as they crossed the courtyard and passed under the huge and embellished stone archway, and steered her in the opposite direction when she started to turn towards the metro.

“How do you feel about dinner at Midi12 tonight?” She gave him a startled glance, and he shrugged self-consciously. “I finished my thesis today, and I feel like celebrating, and galette.”

Marinette stopped and flung her arms around him. “Luka! Why didn’t you say anything?”

“I still have to edit a couple of things, and get my supervisor’s okay on it, but… it’ll be ready to hand to her when she gets back from Madrid in a few weeks. The research component’s all done.”

She glowed up at him. “We definitely need to celebrate.”

Palais Garnier loomed majestically behind them. The sky above the streets was still waiting for sunset, but the late afternoon air was starting to grow heavy and the golden light from the cafes and restaurants spilled over the grey slabs of concrete under their feet. It was starting to turn cooler, and the figures around them were hurrying a little now. Marinette leaned into Luka’s warmth, and he put an arm around her as they walked.

Marinette shot him a mischievous look. “You do know Papa does much better galette than Midi12?”

“Tom does better pastries than anyone,” Luka agreed, then his grin became a little wry. “I’d just kind of like you all to myself for a little while before we have to head home.”

“I like the sound of that.”

The umbrellas outside the Palais Garnier restaurant were furled behind the stone balustrade and hedge, but they could hear the distant clink of china and cutlery, and the soft hum of voices from the early patrons. Classical statues gazed down indifferently from their perches along the balustrade, and the huge iron streetlamps weren’t lit yet. They made dark, spiky silhouettes against the thick blue sky.

“So how did things go for you today?” Luka asked, running his thumb along the edge of her hand.

“Well, it wasn’t finished the thesis exciting, but Mme Marchand has me going through the costume archives right now, and I’ve been unpicking some of the old costumes to try and match fabrics. It’s fascinating, the way it was constructed. I’m learning so much, and so much of what I did when I was on stage makes a lot more sense now. She said she’ll take me to the fabric warehouses with her the next time she has to source something.” Luka grinned at the little skip of enthusiasm that she couldn’t suppress. “It’s going to be exhausting once my course gets underway, trying to juggle that and the residency program, but it’ll be worth it. I’ll get to work on the next season costumes – Adrien said his father’s sponsoring again, so they’re going to be stunning.”

Luka was watching her with a half-smile. “You saw Adrien?”

“I caught up with some of the company for lunch today, and Adrien was there.”

“How is he?”

Marinette giggled. “He’s started sneaking out to date the daughter of one of his father’s business associates, so he’s happy.”

“Sneaking out? Does his father disapprove or something?”

“I don’t think so,” Marinette said with a shrug. “I think Adrien’s just developed a taste for sneaking around. He’s got a lot of years of rebellion to catch up on, apparently.”

Luka laughed. “You’re a bad influence, melody.”

“He’s heard a rumour that next season is going to be La Bayadère, and I love the costumes for that. The colours are just glorious, and I’m really looking forward to seeing what M. Agreste’s take on it is.”

“Any regrets that it won’t be you wearing those costumes?” he asked.

“Not really. No. I mean, I have the odd moment when I miss that feeling, but I’d much rather be making them than dancing in them.”

They turned away from the Palais Garnier in its opulent grandeur, an isolated island of magnificence, into the noisier streets where the rumble and honk of traffic was overlaid with voices and conversation and laughter. Buildings and shops crowded above Marinette and Luka as they strolled towards the crêperie, lost in their own world.

“So, no regrets?” he repeated quietly, and Marinette knew he was asking about more than just costumes. She couldn’t help laughing.

“I got away with the heist without going to prison, I got into a course that I’m loving for a career that I’m excited about, and Mme Marchand got me into a residency that most people in theatre design would kill for, even though I haven’t got my qualifications yet.”

She lifted her hand and brushed her fingertips along the line of his jaw, loving the feel of his breath on her palm as he leaned into her touch.

“And I get to go home with the man I adore,” she said softly. “No regrets. Not ever.”

There was something in the way that Luka was looking at her that brought a blush to her cheeks and left her heart stumbling in her chest.

“What are you thinking?”

He ducked his head until the blue tips of his hair shadowed his eyes, but she could see the soft smile curling the corners of his mouth.

“I can’t tell you, because you didn’t want me to get too far ahead of myself. Ask me again when you’ve finished your degree.”

Her eyes widened.

“Oh,” she said, a little breathlessly. “Oh. Okay.”

They walked a little further. Marinette glanced up at him.

“That’s a whole three years away,” she said pensively, and his eyes were back on her now. “Would you tell me if I asked when I’ve completed my residency?”

There was that quality of stillness in the way he was holding himself, as if he didn’t quite dare to believe what he thought he was hearing. “That’s... June. End of June.”

“Is that too soon?” she asked, and gave a faint squeak as Luka kissed her hard, and kissed her again, and again until they melted into softer kisses, heedless of the people passing by. Her hands came up to tangle in his hair, and his arms were around her, pulling her close while life moved on around them. Perhaps there were a few frowns, or a few indulgent smiles, thrown their way, but neither of them noticed.

“June, tomorrow, today, whenever you want,” he breathed when they finally came up for air, his voice a little husky. “I’m yours, melody.”

And Marinette pulled him down for another kiss, too happy to speak.

#ml ballet au #lukanette #pro lukamari #happy endings

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dfcfanfics · 3 years ago

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All Things In Life Are Relative Miraculous Prompt of the Day

He's Not Heavy... He's My Brother?

Adrien Agreste was a difficult and complicated birth.

Despite what some might wonder, he was a natural birth, created the old-fashioned way... but afterwards, Emilie was told that for her health's sake, once would need to be sufficient. There would be no encore.

And for many years, that was good enough for Emilie and Gabriel. Adrien was such a shining light in their lives that he filled every emotional need either felt for a long, long time. But when Adrien was around thirteen, Emilie brought the topic up once more... could they try for a little sister for Adrien? She understood the risks, but as she put it, with two of the most powerful magical talismans in the universe in their possession, there must be something they could try to bend the rules a little.

It did not work as they had hoped or planned. Emilie, of course, can no longer comment on the experience. But what Gabriel does not know is that the magical experiment did work... in part.

Magical energy released in the mishap had to go somewhere. It materialized in the form of a young girl in an alleyway in Paris, maturing several years in a matter of hours before its metabolism began to stabilize. When she was discovered and brought to warmth and safety, she appeared to be a slender blonde around the age of eight, alone and afraid.

Her adoptive parents try not to answer too many questions about where little Eloise had come from. Theirs is a humble family, but as far as the three of them are concerned, they are a family, and Eloise couldn't feel happier. Perhaps she doesn't know how she could. Strange dreams bother her at night... but her days are quiet and peaceful.

Until the day that she sees Chat Noir on TV, smiling his way through a television interview, and something clicks deep within her...

I don't know how, she thinks. But that boy... that amazing boy... I'm meant to be near him.

And I will be.

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous #fanfic #prompt #adrien agreste #chat noir #emilie agreste #gabriel agreste #paging Maury Povich #Laws of Magical Thermodynamics #Won't HE be surprised?

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gg-truthbooth · 4 years ago

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𝓕𝓮𝓵𝓲𝔃 𝓭𝓲𝓪 𝓭𝓸𝓼 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓸𝓻𝓪𝓭𝓸𝓼!

𝒟𝐸: Choi Jun Ho @schoijunvho

𝒫𝒜𝑅𝒜: Jeanne Leblanc @anneblnc, Madelinne Binoche-Orman @mcdelinne, Faheera Al Hosseinzadeh @ohfaheera, Eloise Girard-Dampierre @eloticah, Hypatie Love-Hauet @patiepatata, Celine Walsh @celinewalsh, Francesca Serafini @serafrances, Viviana Flores @vivflcres, Quell Agreste e Wendy Gonzalez.

to the girls who will always have a place in my heart.

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thepxwerofmusic · 4 years ago

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@modelbehxvior | continuation from here

Eloise nodded her head as she crossed the enormous entrance door of the Agreste residence, in sign of appreciation. She was immediately enchanted by the view of the place.

-”Wow...you live in a palace”-she expressed under her breath. Some people truly had been born lucky, she thought to herself. Eloise gracefully took off her jacket and kept in between her arms, embracing it. The ambient was warmer certainly.

She turned to him as soon as she heard his voice again.

-”Eloise. My name is Eloise Blanche,”- she finally said after what seemed like an eternity of silence. She knew that although she was smiling, her violet eyes sent another message. She couldn’t help it, it was almost impossible to her to take her glance off the blonde guy; He looked so...familiar. ‘What are the odds’, she curiously thought to herself.

The offering shook her off her mind and made her chuckle a little. -”It’s usually me the one offering warm drinks out there. I would love some, thank you”-. What he had said about his father made her a bit uneasy but decided not to show it.

Still smiling, she followed his lead and shyly sat on what, to her judgement, felt like a sofa made out of clouds. Aside from the warmth coming from the fireplace, the whole room seemed strangely comforting. Not that it’s something the brunette would complain about.

-”It’s my weekend,so to say.”- she answered gently placing her jacket next to her, -”I take advantage of these days to buy the supplies I need to sell at my stand. You see, I’m a florist but I don’t think my girls can survive a weather like this,”- she giggled -”so during the winter I sell homemade treats and warm drinks, like coffee and hot chocolate.”-

Her voice tone was friendly and soothing, however she coudln’t help but to feel an pinch of sadness by being there with someone who probably would never understand the lifestyle she carried.

#modelbehxvior #thread #//sorry this took so long! I hope it's okay! :3

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evreuxdharcourt · 5 years ago

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W/ @clemantim - na cozinha do apartamento, na madrugada da briga dos Titãs

A vida de dividir o apartamento com Valentin era sempre uma caixinha de surpresas. Ela podia tomar café da manhã com a maior variedade de pessoas no dia seguinte à seja lá o que ele fazia no quarto dele com os seus hóspedes. Era de se esperar que acabasse por se irritar com o garoto e com a falta de aviso anterior das pessoas que ele trazia ali, porém da maneira estranha Geneviève acabava se divertindo. Quando certo dia Clémentine apareceu com a perna quebrada no apartamento, a loira sequer questionou nada; estava acostumada e, além do mais, gostava bastante da Agreste.

Não era de dormir muito tarde, contudo a Harcourt tinha muito em mente naquela última semana. O aniversário estava há apenas dias de acontecer, tinha a viagem para Paris para pensar, a fantasia... Além de, claro, toda a doidera que vinha acontecendo no campo -E/Eloise, por mais que os ignorasse em momentos de repouso a fim de conseguir dormir direito. No meio disso tudo, ainda tinha as atividades extracurriculares e os deveres de casa. Odiava ficar para trás nas obrigações acadêmicas, então tirou aquela noite para resolver tudo o que precisava. Quando deu por conta, já era passado de três da manhã. Tinha muito para que pudesse terminar, então a loira simplesmente aceitou seu destino e resolveu ir na cozinha fazer café. Surpresa foi encontrar Clémentine acordada ali fora. ❝ — Também não consegue dormir?❞ — perguntou, então virando para encarar o rosto alheio. Assustou-se com a expressão dela; estava em péssima aparência, Viv arriscaria dizer que estivera chorando. ❝ — O que aconteceu? Está tudo bem?❞ — perguntou seriamente preocupada com ela.

#w/ febe.#nem perdeu tempo ne !!!#essa izzy é muito inteligente #these violent 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 have violent ends. ‘𝓬𝓸𝓷𝓿𝓸𝓼’

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cocoarosalia · 7 years ago

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Rocking The Cradle Chapter 17: Let the games begin

The sound of heels and designer shoes clacked along the cobble stone. It was quiet, tense, as if everyone was waiting for something unexpected to happen. All the civilians were tucked away in their homes, pressed against their windows to watch whatever spectacle would arise.

The clock tower rung clear throughout the streets

She expected a messenger, someone that, for the time being, she could also hold for ransom. But, out on the streets, there was nothing but the warm nightly air.

That… and a cafe table.

Admittedly if it weren’t for the circumstances it wouldn’t look so out of place. It was maybe waist high, iron cast, and painted in a vibrant pastel pink.

And placed atop its spiral design was a wax stamp letter marked “Mêre de la Mort”

“Aww she thought about me!” La Mêre cooed “Think it’s a trap?”

Hawkmoth scoffed “The girl’s brave, not stupid just retrieve the damn card”

Sticking out her tongue at him teasingly, she picked up the letter, popped it open, and read its contents aloud.

“Depicted here are the 6 individual closest to Eloise’s heart aside from her parents” she read in a mockingly formal voice “On their arm is a yellow bandana marked with white lambs. Obtain all 6 and rendezvous at the construction site before sunrise. Only in that way will you win”

“Cheeky little fucks aren’t they?” She scowled “Making me work till morning”

“Better alternative than working on your knees, isn’t it?”

La Mêre cut her eyes at him but opted not to respond. She continued reading until she came to her final instruction

“Declare your agreement to the terms into the square and the game shall begin”

She sighed, irritated “What kind of dungeons and dragons shit is this?”

Nonetheless, she complied

“I, Mêre de la Mort, do hereby agree to the terms as they’ve been given. Just be sure to entertain me won’t you?”

*Over in a boarded up shop closeby*

Alya was struggling hard to let go of her babies. She knew they could do it, but the very idea that they could even remotely get hurt set her mind in circles.

“Mommy’s packed lots of supplies for you ok?” She croaked out “Sammy you have Oreos, cheese sticks, gatorade and fruit snacks. Sophie you have your princess gummies, peanut butter cracker packs, bottle of water and vanilla cookies”

She pulled them in for a bone crushing hug “You two make us so super proud and I promise we’ll all have one big sleepover with Elly ok?”

“Mom?” Sammy said

“Yes, my sweet angel babies?”

“We literally can’t breathe” Sophie finished, voice struggling to come out

Nino finally interjected and pried them from Alya ‘loving’ arms “Alright Mama Wifi that’s enough of that”

Outside, the sound of pointless destruction could be heard

“I’m getting real fucking bored out here!” Noémie warned

Taking a deep breath, Alya gave the twins one final hug and let them get the game underway

“Alya they’ll be ok” Nino soothed, rubbing her back “They’ve lived quite the life before us, there’s no doubt that this is nothing to them”

“Yea I know” She sighed “The flashlights and tasers will definitely keep them safe”

“Yea the-”

….

“Did you just send our kids out with tasers?”

Alya looked both offended and confused simultaneously “Um, I’m sorry do you not want them to have protection?”

Nino just rubbed her back a little harder, his mantra repeating endlessly in his head

‘She is a good mother, she is a good mother, she is a good mother’

It didn’t help really

*Back with the flaming bitch*

La Mêre set yet another trashcan ablaze with one of her explosive cigarette butts

Hawkmoth pinch the bridge of his nose is annoyance “Would you be so kind as to stop setting stupid things on fire?”

“Oh please it’s not like they’ll retaliate” La Mêre laughed

A hefty rock then collided with the side of her head

“Oh look they retaliated” Hawkmoth calmly noted

Clutching her aching head she narrowed her sights onto a pair of nervous, but fearless twins

She would’ve just burned them both into ash if it weren’t for something very special adorned on their arms

She broke out into a sickeningly sweet smile

“My, my, it’s far too dark for such cuties to be out on the streets? Don’t you think so?” She hummed, feigning a motherly tone

Even though Sammy and Sophie were shaking in their light up shoes, they refused to move an inch.

La Mêre approached them slowly, that poisonous grin never slipping from her face

She kneeled down and they could smell the alcohol seeping out of her mouth “You know, I think you can help me and my friend here.”

Sophie began to waver as her foot inched backwards to run, Sammy grasped her hand keeping her anchored and resolute.

“You see, I’m playing a little game with someone, and I need these special little scarves to win. It just so happens that you have exactly what I need”

Her hands slowly smoothed their way down the side of their faces. Her voice came out, no louder than a whisper

“You’ll help a poor mommy like me won’t you?”

*SMASH*

Sammy grabbed a brick stored in the side pocket of his bag and slammed it down onto the top of La Mêre’s skull.

She fell face first onto the cobblestoned ground, brain scrambled and nose slightly cracked

The air was thick with shock and anticipation. Never in their entire lives did the twins think they’d ever attack an adult...at least not again anyway.

Even Hawkmoth was decently surprised by the boys nerve

But Sammy was hardly done as La Mêre began to recover and stir awake

“L-like we’d ever hand over our bandanas to a fucking shriveled up cougar bitch like you!”

Back in the shop, Nino was in an incomprehensible mix of emotions. He was appalled by his son’s language, but he also had this mysterious sense of pride welling up inside. He looked to Alya, mouth hung agape in disbelief.

“I allowed him three cuss words, just for tonight” She responded with a calm expression

Let’s just say that mantra wasn’t getting any easier for him to repeat.

La Mêre was now passed the point of just being upset. She rose menacingly to her feet, knuckles cracking in preparation to just wreck anything in sight

Too bad it was the twins that had to face her wrath

Sammy pushed his sister away from him, nearly missing her clawing at their faces

“RUN!” He yelled, dashing down a narrow street

Sophie ran in the opposite direction and La Mêre was faced with a choice

“Go after the girl!” She snarled out at her partner “I want the stupid little bastard that’s brave enough to die today”

“Just try and keep up you dusty cunt!” He called out, picking up the pace

“I guess he was a little eager for this opportunity” Alya commented from behind the shop’s display case.

Oh Nino was definitely gonna get a few gray hairs after this.

*Over with the Sophie-Baby*

Hawkmoth was not the runner he used to be. He stretched out his back to relieve some of the built up tension but that low dull ache was not getting better in the least bit.

‘Tweety SO better be worth all this’

He leaned against a brick wall to catch his breath as best he could

“Ok child” He huffed out “I’m positive we’ve put enough distance between us, hand over the bandana so I can prove my allegiance”

Sophie had her back turned to him, and that silence was of no comfort to him

“Not before you prove your allegiance to me first”

Hawkmoth groaned, he SO did not have the time nor energy for this!

“Look, I don’t know if you’re aware of this but time is kind of not on our side here.”

She turned to face him and the look in her eyes gave off a very distinct “I don’t give a fuck” vibe.

He rubbed his temples

“Fuck it, not like I have any deal to upkeep or anything. Go ahead, get on with it”

Sophie gripped onto her shirt tightly, eyes cast toward the ground

“My brother isn’t really smart.” she said “He’s impulsive, cries when he gets to frustrated, and he honestly thinks that he can one day just…save the world like some hero”

Hawkmoth moved to speak but she continued

“But if there’s anything good about my stupid twin brother” She rubbed away her tears briskly “It’s that he’s stupidly loyal. He may not want to admit it to himself yet but, he loves Elly a lot. Enough to even lose his life, luring a complete lunatic to a trap all by himself.”

She took in a deep breath and faced Hawkmoth with fear and confidence flooding her eyes

“You’ve gotten everyone else to trust you, but you won’t fool me! Why? Why after all the pain you’ve cost the city alone, would you all of a sudden grow a heart?”

Hawkmoth’s heart bled for this girl. She had been through tremendous trials in her short life. And yet, all she can think of is her own brother’s safety.

He saw a bit of Marinette in her eyes, strong but not without fear. He couldn’t pander to this girl, there’d be no reason to even try.

He stood before her and bended down to where they were eye to eye. They were equals really, if only for just this moment

“Outside all of these suits and masks,” he began “I actually have a granddaughter of my own. She’s persistent, stubborn and louder than you can imagine”

His mind drifted to their first meeting, how determined she was to get him to smile

“Her parents are no better, constantly doting over her like a fragile egg. Together they all drive me up a wall.”

A sorrowful look danced across his aged features

“But one day, my granddaughter got taken away. It was so sudden that I feared that if I made a single wrong move, she’d be gone forever. Every night, I close my eyes begging to find a way to atone for what I did”

He looked up at sophie with a somber smile

“I suppose, this is a good place to start apologizing”

Sophie untied her bandana and held it out to him, he looked into her eyes to make sure it was ok and she simply smiled and placed it into his hand. He folded it carefully and tucked it into his breast pocket

“You’re a smart five year old, kid”

“It’s Sophie. Just say it right the first time”

Hawkmoth chuckled ‘That’s right, I have to start calling these kids by their names or else I’M the one that gets scolded’

He stood to his full stature and presented a gentleman’s bow of gratitude

“Sophia. I, Hawkmoth, do vow to return both your brother Samuel and friend Eloise to you safe and if i’m lucky, not too loud”

He pulled back his lapel to reveal a little yellow bandana of his own

Sophie gave a knowing smile and he was soon off on his way

La Mêre said that Elly’s pain would soon be over…

He intended to see to it that it would.

This city was gonna burn by the end of the day if La Mêre kept having a shitty night like this

Obviously she had gotten Sammy’s piece of the collection, once the little bastard had run himself to exhaustion he handed it over with just the pleas of leaving him alone. The only reason she hadn’t burned him alive right then and there was because he wanted his death to be right before Eloise’s eyes, just she deserved.

No, the boy didn’t piss her off too badly

His mother though...sent her into an absolute fury.

Alya could not possibly wait to get her part of the game. The moment Marinette explained the plan to her she spent her every waking moment devising something that would make SURE La Mêre remembered her name

“I-I’ve got you now you prick” La Mêre huffed, gripping onto her knees for support

“Yup” Alya responded plainly

La Mêre eyed her suspiciously, “What do you mean, ‘yup’?”

“You’ve clearly got me cornered, why fight?” Alya boredly replied, flicking around on her phone

La Mêre was a little lost, but why look a gift horse in the mouth right? She walked up to her, expecting to just get the bandana and be on her way but alya put up her hand, stopping her in her tracks

“The fuck?” She growled out “Hand over the fucking cloth dammit”

“Not before you say my name”

This shit was getting real old, real fast

“I don’t give a flying donkey shit about your goddamn name, give me the scarf”

Alya wagged her finger in disapproval, not even peering up from her phone as she ‘tsked’ greatly

“That’s a real shame you don’t know” She shrugged “Because until you figure it out you’ll have to deal with them”

“...Them?”

Alya, without ever making an effort, pointed her finely manicured finger up toward the sky.

La Mêre looked up. Lined all along the skyscraper like building were people of all kinds of ages, followers of Alya’s highly successful ladyblog, aiming anything and everything at her. One fatal move and she would be buried under a pile of garbage.

She smoothly walked by her. And right before she had crossed her completely she whispered into her ear

“Say. My. Name, bitch” Her voice was so calm it sent a literal chill down La Mêre’s spine

La Mêre took a chance and swung blindly to wipe the smug smirk off Alya’s face. She smoothly stepped back and snapped her fingers

Just as La Mêre feared, every one of her followers pelted her with anything they could find in their homes. It was something out of a nightmare, shoes, toys, and an ungodly amount of trash was lobbed at her with no remorse. All the while they chanted Alya’s name, cheering her on the whole way.

And it never stopped. No matter where La Mêre chased Alya to, all she had to do was post her latest location on her phone and it was the same song and dance all over again.

She fell along a brick wall in the inky darkness of a back alley. The moon was rising ever quickly and she was running out of time.

Alya seemed to tower over her with the sense of superiority alone. She folded her arms over her chest and stared holes into her head.

“Say my name”

La Mêre was beat and it killed her to know that fact. She balled up her fists in rage and gritted her teeth

“Alya Cesaire” she spat out

Alya cocked her head to the side in thought, ombre red hair falling over her shoulder. Fairly satisfied with her response, she untied the lamb dotted cloth from her upper arm.

Alya put her foot on La Mêre’s shoulder and pressed down hard. La Mêre was in a good amount of pain but was admittedly too scared to say a word about it.

“I’m going to give you this, but not because I even remotely think you earned it. I’m giving you this because before the end of tonight you will know what real fear feels like.”

With her foot still firmly pressed into her shoulder, Alya leaned down till their noses were barely touching. Her voice was colder than ice and her hazel eyes held no mercy. If La Mêre didn’t know any better, she’d think she was the real monster

“If I ever, even for a moment, catch you trying to come after my niece again, there will be no god that can save you from me.”

And just like that she just tossed the scarf into her hands carelessly and walked away, leaving a battered and dirtied La Mêre out on the grimy alley floor

She may be fucked up but that girl was the real demon

She stumbled out of the alleyway only to hear the sound of thumping music. Looking across the barren road, she finds a bar letting in people for the night.

Feeling a rush of relief she dashed her way in, barely acknowledging the bouncer’s calls to stop and pay for her entry.

“Give me 5 shots of blueberry vodka and make it quick” She demanded, grabbing the bartender by his collar and giving a rough shake with her one good arm.

She had the tolerance of a university student as she made quick work of the alcohol, not even bothering with a chaser as it numbed the pain in her aching shoulder.

“This is gonna take a fuckton of time to heal” She groaned, head planted on the counter

She pulled out her phone and sent a quick text to Hawkmoth, requesting his current progress

*From MaMa Mort* - Heeeey hubby how’s the search going?

*From Hawkmoth* - First, if you ever call me that again, i’ll burn these scarves right here. Also, I have one and am in pursuit of another

Little did she know though, he was actually busying himself with trying to resist a third world class Tom Dupain-Cheng viennoise au chocolat.

And he was losing...oh so badly

La Mêre clicked off her phone and relaxed in a nearby booth. The music was low and soothing like a high class lounge. It eased her mind enough to lull her into a light snooze

As she creaked her eyes closed, the alcohol slowly hitting her system, she didn’t even notice a certain copper skinned DJ making his way into the booth, 5 year old strapped to his hip.

“Hey man it’s time to step off, I got the next set” The man decked out in way too much neon looked at Nino with an expression of confused disgust

“The fuck you mean!? Look, i worked too hard to-” A 100 Euro bill was thrust into his face.

“Why don’t you buy yourself something strong” He said with a dazzling smile “On me. It’s been a long night I’m sure”

That man didn’t need any more coercion as he took the money and practically skipped his way out of the booth

“Remember Sophie, never accept a bribe from a stranger”

“Until I check to see if it’s real”

“That’s my hustle princess”

Nino tucked her away safely underneath the mixing stand and put noise cancellation earbuds into her ears. He did the same to his own and checked to make sure they were connected.

“Now sweet pea, daddy’s gonna play some not so appropriate music. You gotta promise not to repeat any of the words you hear”

“As far as I know, I was never here”

“Good girl. Welp, here goes something”

Nino popped up from inside the booth and looked out over the crowd. From across the sea of bored patrons he spotted La Mêre herself, dozing off into the red leather seating.

He smiled ‘Perfect’

He starts off slow, turning off the whack-ass music the previous DJ had set up and starting with something low and cool, sort of a lo-fi hip hop beat.

Then, ever so gradually, he started switching to faster and more hype songs, all the while making sure to watch to see if La Mêre was waking up. People began gravitating toward the dancefloor, finally having something they can really move to they abandoned their drinks and seats to get their blood pumping.

Now things were really moving, the music was banging, people were starting to sweat from the dancing, it was all Nino had ever dreamed of

And then...right as the music hit it’s apex…

He dropped the beat like he’d touch the sun

La Mêre was ripped out of her seat as the bar was drowned in a sea of bass drops and maddening beats.

Her eardrums were shattered. She attempted to pick herself off the floor but was constantly jostled left and right by drunk, high 20 somethings. The music kept getting louder and louder, she could barely hear herself think much less speak.

She peeled herself off of the floor only to be shoved back into her seat

Not to be defeated she pushed through to her feet

But then one girl got a little too drunk

And La Mêre got a lotta too punched in the face

And that’s when all kinds of hell broke loose

La Mêre ripped a table from its bolted socket and began swinging it wildly in the air. Bouncers attempted to approach her, but one look in that woman’s eyes and they feared that they’d turn to stone immediately.

Her eyes, glazed over from pounding a whole bottle of tequila on the side, settled on the DJ booth. Nino, wanting to make extra sure she was pissed set his speakers up to 11. People scattered for the exits as she harpooned the speaker system from across the room.

Nino made a quick grab for Sophie and leapt out the way, just missing getting speared by a table

“Daddy?” Sophie called, tugging on his sleeve

“Yes sweet pea?”

“I think you’ve made her mad enough now”

He nodded, a bashful smile on his face “Yea, I think so too. Ready to go do the next part for daddy?”

She nodded in agreement and unwound herself from his arms, crawling away behind the now wrecked bar.

La Mêre was busying herself with tearing up the pool table with her boot, when Nino called out to her

“Pardon me miss,” he said “But I’m sure there’s no need for all this rampant violence”

She whipped her head towards him, mouth virtually seething flames, and glared spears into his face. He visibly flinched, but stood his ground

“At least...not for such a pretty lady like yourself”

She raised an eyebrow and climbed down the now smouldering gaming table. He was playing her, that much she knew. Luckily that bandana was the only thing keeping him alive.

“You have my attention boy, keep it and you keep your life”

Nino could feel the cold sweat sliding down his neck

“Well, I’m sure you know that I am admittedly a part of this whole scavenger hunt deal. But, to be frank with you I’m much more interested in something else”

She was intrigued, if only for the moment

“And this something would be?”

He put on a flirtatious smirk “No need to play modest here, I’ve sorta had my eye on you since you first arrived on the scene. All that confidence with all of that body? I just had to get to know you”

Nino wanted to gag with every word that spilled out of his mouth, he could only pray that Alya wasn’t around to hear him. Now that’s a fight he’d just roll over on.

La Mêre had a seductive smile as she paced herself around him for a better inspection, “So, little DJ here is into older women. Do I have that right?”

He shrugged, “I would more prefer the term, experienced. Females my age, they’re still trying to figure out what a blowjob is. I need a woman who knows her way around a bedroom”

She leaned up against his back, breasts pressing softly against his spine. He felt himself regurgitate but kept his cool.

“Well if it’s experience you want, I think I can saddle up to the task”

She tried to make a pass for his more sensitive bits but he cut her off by spinning around to face her.

“Let’s not do it here” She raised an eyebrow in questioning “what I mean is, I’m more of a private type of lover, so, I’d prefer somewhere a little more secluded”

Initially, she thought it was a little weird, but the young ones were always shy so she played it off like no big deal

“Ok then, any ideas”

He let out a sigh of relief “Personally, I’m quite fond of a little “Alley cat” play. That is, if you’re willing”

Her smile widened “Just be careful, this kitty has claws of her own”

He led her out a back door, just barely glancing at Sophie as she busied herself with a lot of alcohol and a very large container. Holding open the door for the ‘lady’, Nino had hoped to see his little girl give him a sign, signal, anything that said he didn’t have to actually go through with this. But sadly, all he saw was her little hand shooing him to get on with it.

‘Oh yea sure just stick me with the most disgusting part of the plan. I didn’t need my innocence anyway it’s super overrated.’ He grimaced

He didn’t have too much time to fret over the situation as La Mêre grabbed him by the collar of his jacket and forced him against a wall

Nino suddenly had a vast amount of respect for women who had to deal with assholes getting too feely with them on a daily basis. La Mêre had her hands on every surface of his skin. All he could do to defend himself was squirm and hope she’d catch the hint...she didn’t.

“Now that I’m getting a good look at your face, you were the one blasting that fucking music weren’t you”

He passed it off with an airy laugh “Had to get your attention somehow. Besides, I think you look most...interesting when you’re mad”

La Mêre’s eyes twinkled with a dangerous, playful look “Nice try, but i’ve had a really shitty day and I need an outlet. So sad to say but I think it’s time for a bit of punishment”

His eyes went as wide as the moon as she smoothly tore open his shirt.

‘IneedanadultIneedanadultIneedanadult!!!!’

She worked her hand down his bare stomach, taking her time and leaving bite marks on his skin. She knelt in front of his jeans and undid his belt buckle.

Her hands froze as the barrel of what felt like a gun was on the back of her head

“I’m gonna need you to take your rotting fingers off my daddy” Sophie said with not a hint of fear

“Oh my god, I’ve never been so happy to adopt, bless jesus” He groaned in relief collapsing against the wall

La Mêre scoffed “Sorry to break it to you honey but your little pea shooter isn’t exactly gonna save the world here”

“Good thing it’s packed with the worst combination of alcohol I could come up with” She tossed a water pistol to Nino and continued

“You just chugged a whole bottle of tequila. So it would be pretty bad if all of a sudden you had a throat full of Natural Light beer, known to, when mixed, induce immediate vomiting”

Nino shoved the barrel of the water pistol upto La Mêre’s lips. She glared fire into Nino’s face “And that only works if I open my mouth, your point?”

Sophie put on a wicked smile “You’ve been cut up pretty bad tonight haven’t you? You must’ve taken at least a couple of scars. In fact, I see a fairly fresh one on the back of your neck. So here’s the deal”

Sophie put another water gun to the back of La Mêre’s neck

“In my hand is a Nerf Super Soaker Arctic Shock Water Blaster filled to the brim with a special mix I like to call “Satan’s Sip” made of all kinds of nasty stuff I found behind the bar. Now then, either I pull my trigger or my daddy pulls his. Pick your poison”

La Mêre put up her hands in defeat

“You know it’s been a really, REALLY shitty night and I was trying to play along with the game but you shown me that I’m really no contender for it”

The tension was thicker than lead as no one moved or hardly breathed

“Sucks that I’ll have to play dirty now!” La Mêre pivoted around on her foot and snatched the gun from Sophie’s hand.

Nino leapt into action, grabbing La Mêre’s hair and slamming her body onto the ground. The impact was so sudden that it knocked the air out of her lungs, leaving her gasping for breath. Sophie jumped on the opportunity and grabbed the gun back and putting head of the gun into her mouth.

“On behalf of Elly, bottom’s up”

Sophie unloaded the whole tank of liquor with no remorse. La Mêre could barely breath, the mixture was rushing down her throat so fast. Everything went blurry as her whole body burned and convulsed.

Not wanting to stay around for the aftermath, Nino grabbed sophie and raced to their next meetup spot. He abruptly picked up his speed as the sound of screaming, curses, and vomiting ganged up on them

“Jesus Christ Sophie what did you put in that water gun!?”

“Oh you know. Rubbing alcohol, hand sanitizer, lemon juice, hot sauce, salt, and any liquor with a warning label on it...there was actually a lot of those”

‘I think my little family is gonna put me into an early grave’

Making it to a local park, Nino skidded to a halt and took a nervous breath. Trust me, he wanted to keep running but the point of this whole mission was to lure La Mêre to various locations. They needed to make sure that she knew where to run, otherwise she’d start destroying the city (more than she already was).

“YOU!!!” She bellowed, another round of bile and ‘Satan’s Sip’ spilling from her mouth

“I-if it’s any consolation, I was never gonna get with you in the first place!”, She roared bloody murder “Oh come on, you’ve met Alya! If I ever cheated on her, not even death could save me!”

Spitting out what remained, La Mêre pulled a cigarette from her chest. Nino stumbled back as she breathed in the smoke until all that was left was a measly nub. She flicked it to the side and with not an ounce of care for what was hit, spat out a massive fireball from her lips.

Nino dove toward a tree and shielded Sophie’s smaller body with his larger one. Hoping to at least shield her from some of the pain he squeezed his eyes shut and expected the worse.

Moments passed with no impact. He thought he just died and creaked open his eyes. He was never so happy to just see his daughter and grass, beautiful, sweet smelling grass.

“Baby, are you ok!” He said, checking all over her body for scars

She laughed, batting away his hands “Yes daddy, I’m fine! Elly’s grandma saved us”

He was so confused ‘Her grandma?’. He turned his head and there she was, Sabine Dupain-Cheng, local baker, was standing in front of them, loving smile and all

“Are either of you hurt?” She asked. They both shook their heads in response.

She breathed a sigh of relief and smiled “That’s a relief. Now Nino, may I have your scarf. I’ll hold her off while you two escape.”

She didn’t need to tell him twice. Nino quickly untied his bandana and handed it over. Thanking her profusely, they ran off, hoping to never have to do this again.

“Oh what the fuck now!” La Mêre seethed. Sabine straightened her posture and approached her, a serious and resolute expression on her face

“Oh what, now I have to fight this 70 year old Street Fighter reject? Give me a fucking break here” Sabine remained mute as she readied her fighter stance.

She stumbled, however, as a blaring screech hit her ear drum

“MOM! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!?!?” Marinette had been decently silent through this whole operation, staying out of sight with Adrien and following everyone’s progress. She did not, however, agree to having her mother having a stand-off with paris’ most dangerous and psychopathic terrorist.

“Following the plan dear, what does it look like?” Sabine responded. Marinette pinched the bridge of her nose

“The plan, mother dearest, was to lure. NOT to dress in you finest Tangzhuang and fight”

She wanted her to just run and leave it be, but Sabine refused to back down, arguing that this was a matter of honor amongst the Dupain-Cheng family. The argument got so heated, in fact, that it soon spiraled into pure, unaccented Mandarin. Even Adrien was able to pick up pieces of the debate (though he’d rather not repeat them).

“Fine Ma!” Marinette huffed out “Do whatever! Just...watch yourself ok?”

Adrien put a sympathetic hand on her shoulder “Hey, I know you’re worried but everything will be fine! I’m sure your mom is probably tougher than she looks”

What he did not expect though, was the confused look on Marinette’s face. You know, the one that just screams “What in the holy fuck are you talking about?”

“What? Oh i’m not worried about HER”

“...huh?”

La Mêre bursted into attack, feeling utterly irate and ignored. She balled up her fist in plans for a clean shot to the face. Sabine smoothly took hold of her fist and pinned her arm behind her back, jabbing her fingers onto the back of her neck. Shoving her away, La Mêre stumbled against a tree, gripping her neck in pain

“Mari?”

“Yea?”

“Your mom’s a baker right?”

“Has been since before I was born”

Sabine decided to take the initiative and unwound a chinese rope dart from her waist. Wrapping it tightly around her wrist, she spun it rapidly, watching her opponent with a laser like vision. La Mêre moved to rush her again. Sabine flung the dart, keeping her at bay. No matter how many times she tried to advance, the threat of the obsidian dart kept her from moving.

Adrien could not form comprehensible sounds, much less words of a known language

And then it hit her

“Adrien, you didn’t actually think my use of the yoyo came NATURALLY did you? You told me yourself that your fighting style came from fencing training”

“How was I supposed to know that your mom was a martial arts master...AND WHY THE HELL IS YOUR MOM A MARTIAL ARTS MASTER!?!?”

Marinette was in hysterics at his facial expressions “Before my parents met, my mom was already a 6 time master in Chanquan-Wushu, specializing in the rope dart. Fun fact, she was actually training Elly for a while”

Adrien gawked at her incredulously “Oh calm down! It was just some self defense movements, in case of a bully or something. Nothing with the rope dart (i don’t think)”

He ran his hands through his hair, yes his daughter was learning a few martial arts moves, no big deal! Everyone needs to learn self defense!

“Oh and when my dad used to live in America he became a massive pro-wrestling star, everyone called him “The One Stop Shop”. You should have seen him showing off all his old takedowns to Elly, she looked like she was having so much fun….Uh Adrien you ok?”

A ghost was more tan than him right now.

“I guess I also shouldn’t tell you that I was already a 4 time advanced black belt in Northern Shaolin kung fu with a specialization in praying lotus style by the time i hit 16 huh?”

If Adrien Agreste learned nothing else on this night, he learned this lesson...fuck with this family if you want to...you’ll never make it

La Mêre was receiving her 5th beatdown by the time she finally gave up. She thought she could catch Sabine off guard by grabbing the dart before it hit her face. They got into a tug of war over the dart and she thought she might’ve actually won something. Too bad that was all sabine needed before winding the rope around her foot and stomping it downward, colliding La Mêre’s face with the ground for the umpteenth time.

“Mom, I think you got your point across” Marinette spoke into her earpiece

Feeling decently satisfied with her work, Sabine agree and relented on her attack. She undid her own bandana and carelessly threw them on top of La Mêre’s silent body.

“An interesting tidbit for you” She spoke into her ear “Back in my younger days I was known as the serpent’s bite. You come for my family again and you can get an in depth lesson as to why”

And she left her there, battered and bruised with not even a second thought

“Ugh she went overboard again” Marinette groaned

She had expected them to be stuck in their little hideout for a while, the woman did just contract multiple blows to her pressure points. Hell who knows, she might even be knocked out till morning! Wouldn’t that be a lucky break.

But their hopeful peace was short lived.

Wisps of ashy gray floated toward the night sky as a strangled cackle ripped through the warm air.

“You know...tonight’s been fun”

Marinette and Adrien’s blood ran icy cold. La Mêre sat up, blood dripping down her mouth

“Got some exercise in, listened to some music, hell even had a drink or two”

Adrien grabbed onto Marinette’s hand tightly as the beaten woman lumbered onto her feet, hair matted and filthy

“And to be honest I really wanted to just...win, you know? Earn Elly relatively fair and square”

Their hearts was beating out of their chests, they couldn’t be sure what to do, she was just too unpredictable

“But if this is how you’re gonna play the game, then don’t be too mad when I join in the fun”

It all became far too painfully clear

There was only one thing they could do…

“When you see Elly’s father, tell him I said hi”

RUN!!!

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