#maybe miraculous ladybug if i ever grow a spine.

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....I feel like I should probably make a what I write list and other stuff so I don't disappoint people bc I'd feel really bad abt it--

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I’ll Handle This (Chapter 1)

In honor of 1500 followers, I present to you, my first chapter of my extremely stupid fic I’ve been working on slowly to de-stress. The fic is not actually ready for regular updates, but I will post links to this when it is. 

For now, it is just for my precious tumblr Angels. Enjoy!

“I’ll solve all your problems,” Plagg had said. “You just have to agree to it.” A fixed relationship with his father, Lila to stop bothering him, and Ladybug to fall in love with him? Who wouldn’t agree to that?

Except Plagg was the God of Destruction and Chaos and had a more…hands-on approach. Adrien just wants his body back.

Loosely based on @beebeebombam‘s bodyswap AU.

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It was foolish to think that the god of destruction was inherently good. Adrien trusted Plagg, as did the other kwami’s, since he knew the difference between right and wrong, and more often than not choose the ‘right’ thing to do.

But to assume that he was good, was foolish.

At best, he was chaotic neutral. Doing what was best for himself, which usually meant preserving the status quo.

Plagg was, despite the grand powers of total destruction and chaos, at the core, a cat. A cat that lived the life that other people would be jealous of. Sure, he spent most of his time in a pocket, but that was the warmest and most snuggliest place to be. Adrien provided him with endless cheese, and endless entertainment. In return, he had to give up his corporeal form and get sucked into a ring, only to watch Adrien blunder around in a fight for 15 minutes once or twice a week. Even then, it wasn’t that much work. Sure, Cataclysm wiped him out, but a little more cheese and he was good to go.

Yes, being the god of destruction was a sweet gig.

At least it was, until things got frustrating.  

Of course he loved his little kitten, who didn’t? But watching his life unfold was like watching a soap-opera. And being a creature thousands of years old, only made it so so much harder.

It was like watching a toddler in a room full of electrical sockets with a fork in hand. Plagg knew that Adrien was bound to completely wipe out and screw himself over. That’s why Plagg was apt to gently nudge him in the right direction, without telling him outright. The kid had to learn somehow, right?

And then, Master Fu had to go and lose his memories, and now the soap opera was even more dramatic.

From a third person perspective, Adrien’s life was really not that complicated. He was in love with a girl, and she was in love with him, but not the version of him that was in love with the version of her. But of course, she thought he was in love with a totally different girl, and so she tried to move onto another boy, though Plagg doubted she was over him. Okay, in theory, it was kind of complicated.

But remove the identities, and that problem would be solved. Without Master Fu, that clock was ticking. It was only a matter of time before Marinette realized she needed to get in touch with him outside of the suit in case of emergencies. Talking to Tikki, she was even trying to coax the new guardian into that decision a little faster.

But you just can’t rush humans. They don’t know what’s good for them.

As for the rest of Adrien’s complicated messes, well, most of it would be fixed if he wasn’t such a people pleaser.

Sure, there was merit to being nice to people and turning the other cheek. Plagg could appreciate that. It was a very ‘Tikki’ sentiment.

But he wasn’t Tikki, and Adrien just needed to grow a spine already.

It was going beyond people pleasing, and going into fear of stepping on toes, and just outright masochism. It was like Adrien liked being taken advantage of and having his feelings hurt.

Well, by the way he was waxing poetic at the moment, Plagg knew that was true.

“And now I feel bad, because I know Kagami really likes me, and I know I could really like her too, but with Ladybug…ugh! I want to give up on her because she’s in love with someone else, and she doesn’t need my flirting to distract her in a fight, which I can’t even help anymore, because it’s such an automatic response, but when I think about how she’s dealing with being the guardian too, it breaks my heart and I just feel like I’m betraying her!”

“Do you feel like you’re betraying Kagami when you’re mooning over Ladybug?”

“No! Yes! I don’t know! Feelings are stupid!”

“I’ll say. That’s why I stick with cheese.”

“Ugh! You’re so useless!”

He wasn’t, Plagg would argue. Because he could see the whole thing planned out in an omniscient game board. It was just…impossible to tell him what to do. Only because was supposed to stay out of human affairs. Such was the law of the Kwami. And he was pretty sure at this point, Adrien would just brush him off with ‘you don’t know what you’re talking about.’

“Look, if dating Kagami makes you happy, then date her. If it makes you feel guilty, then don’t.”

“Bah! You don’t know what you’re talking about!”

See?

“Well, the way I see it, you can’t betray someone that doesn’t have feelings for you. Camembert won’t feel hurt if I indulge in a gouda every once in a while.”

“All you talk about is stupid cheese! You have no idea what I’m going through! No idea! My life is so hard and—and frustrating—and—!”

Oh boy, here came the waterworks.

“And whenever I need actual advice, all you do is talk about cheese! It’s so aggravating!”

“Listen kid,” Plagg said shortly. “I know how hard you have it, okay? And it’s not that hard. You’re just young. Of course everything is overwhelming, you’ve only been on this earth for 15 years, and even then, you’ve only been social for…a year? A year in a half? You just need to stop wigging out all the time.”

“That’s easy for you to say!” He ran his fingers through his hair, frantic. “You don’t care about anything! I’m trying to keep the peace between my classmates, my family, and all of Paris! You’re just callous!”

“Me? Callous?”

“Yeah! All you’re good for is destroying and making messes!”

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah! You wouldn’t have a clue how to live my life! You’d bungle it all up in an hour! No, five minutes! You know nothing about being human! You’re just—Just—!”

“Just what, Adrien? Go on, say it!” Plagg taunted.

“You’re just a stink ball!”

Plagg looked at him flatly. “Really, that’s all you got?”

“What do you want me to call you?!” Adrien nearly shouted, at the risk of alerting everyone in the house.

Plagg rolled his eyes. “You really are a piece of work, aren’t you?”

“Shut up.”

“No, I’m going to talk, and you’re going to listen.” The kwami got in his face, his patience at an end. “I’m not supposed to meddle in your life. I’m a third party observer. I can advise you against bad choices, but I can’t tell you what to do. Or else you’ll never learn. But I am sick and tired of listening to you whining and complaining about everything, and then not actually doing anything to fix it. Yes, your father sucks, yes, it hurts that Ladybug doesn’t love you like you love her, and yeah, Lila is a liar and really tricky to work with! But you’re not actually doing anything to fix it!”

“Then tell me what to do! Because I don’t know!”

“I can’t!”

“Gah!” Adrien threw his arms up in frustration.

“But…”

Adrien turned and looked at him, taking a calming breath. “But…?”

“But, I can fix everything for you. If you let me.”

“You can? You can make Ladybug fall in love with me?”

“I can fix everything. You just have to agree to it.”

“Psh! Yeah! I’ll agree to it!”

Plagg held out his paw. “Then hold up your hand, the one with the ring.”

Adrien did so, hesitating ever so slightly. “I’m not going to regret this later, am I?”

“Hmm…only if you don’t actually want to fix all your problems.”

“Fine, I agree to whatever the heck you’re doing, you weird little creature.”

Plagg closed his eyes, and then when he opened them, they were glowing green. He touched his paw to the Miraculous, and Adrien felt every muscle in his body contract. A painless current flowed through his body, sending tingles to the tips of his toes and the roots of his hair.

“The pact is made.” Said Plagg, in a voice far more ancient than Adrien was used too.

He grew dizzy, his room spinning around him, and his vision doubling.

“Plagg—ugh…”

“Just go to sleep, Adrien.”

“Nngh…”

“Sleep…”

The last thing he saw, was a pair of glowing green eyes floating towards him, until all he saw was green. And then black.

—

In the morning, Adrien awoke to his alarm going off.

He swatted his arm towards it, never quite reaching it.

“Ugh! I feel like I got hit by a train!” His voice said.

Adrien blinked, and then realized that he wasn’t the one who said that. Looking around, was his room always this big? No, certainly it wasn’t…

He sat up, wakefulness coming to him in a series of waves. First, he wanted some cheese, desperately. Second, his body felt real weird. And third, there was another person in his bed.

“Just take as long as you need to catch up, but not too long, we got school.” Said his voice again.

Adrien looked to the other person, and came face to face with himself, though the eyes were just a touch greener and the pupils were cat like. “Wha-what?”

“Ta-da!” Said he, “Now I can take care of your problems, hands on!”

“Plagg!?”

“In the flesh!”

“If you’re me, then…” he looked down at his little paws. “AH!!”

“Chill, my dude.” Said the god in human body, resting his arms behind his head. “You get a vacation.”

“But—But this isn’t what I wanted!”

“That’s what you get for not asking for more details.”

“Plagg! We have to switch back! We can’t do this!”

“No can do, kid. I will stay in your body until your problems are solved. That’s the pact.”

“What?! And how long will that take?! There’s no way you can solve all my problems!”

“It could take a few days…weeks maybe. And I’m not solving every little thing.”

“But you said—“

“Once you get these three things in order, everything else will fall in line.”

Adrien took a patient breath. “Okay…what are the three things?”

“One, your relationship with your dad, two, your unrequited love with Ladybug, and three, Lila’s sexual harassment.”

Adrien gaped at him. “We’ll be at this for months! Plagg, just change me back! How do I undo the pact?”

“Well, you can destroy the Miraculous, effectively killing me in the meantime.”

Adrien shook his head. “No no…I’d rather not do that.”

“Or…you can just relax and let me work. I’m thousands of years old. I’ve been around the block a few hundred times. Hercules had his 12 trials, you only have three. Piece of cake.” He sat up, and swung his legs over the edge of the bed, making to stand. “Whoa…haven’t done that in a few millennia…”

“Ugh, this is not going to work!” Adrien lamented, “you’re not going to know how to act like me!”

“Kid, I live in your pocket. I know exactly how you act. And your attitude is exactly what got you into this mess.”

Adrien blinked at Plagg, as he stood and began stretching like a cat. “My attitude?”

“Yeah, Mr. ‘Everyone is my friend even if they hurt me’.”

“Well, that’s what I should do, isn’t it?”

Plagg finished his stretching and placed his hands on his hips. “You just watch kid. I’ll show you how it’s done.”  

“I have a feeling watching you is going to be like watching a train wreck.”

Plagg stepped into the closet. “Let’s see...what is the perfect outfit to spite a fashion designer without making you look like a total idiot...? Ah ha!”

Adrien floated off the bed, not used to the sensation, and slowly hovered over to the closet. “What?! You can’t wear that!”

“It’s in your closet, so why not?”

“It’s against dress code! I’ll get in trouble!”

“All the more reason to wear it then!” He fumbled around with his pajamas, trying to remember how to remove clothing. “Ugh, ideally, I’d love to be naked.”

“Don’t you dare!” Adrien nearly shrieked.

“Oh I won’t, but damn that would be funny.” He shimmied out of his pants and started to get dressed. “Why do you even have this outfit if you would never wear it?”

“It was for an eighties themed shoot. I get to keep all of my clothes I model. That wasn’t even designed by my dad.”

“Ohh! Even better!” Plagg sang, slipping on the white, tattered crop top, showing off Adrien’s abs. “You always wear dear daddy’s designs.”

“I have to, it’s in my contract.”

“You’re just digging yourself into a hole, Agreste.” Plagg pulled on the black denim pants, careful not to stick his foot right through the holes in his knees. Then he tied the look together with clunky black boots, a green flannel shirt, and green tinted sunglasses. “Oh yeah, now we have a look!” He tussled his hair. “Man, Pigtails is going to lose her mind when she sees this.”

“Pigtails? You mean Marinette? Why does her reaction matter?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see.” Plagg swiped him out of the air and tucked him into the flannel’s pocket.

Just in time, there was a knock on the door. “Adrien? Are you ready for school?”

“Show time.” Plagg grinned into the mirror.

“Kill me.” Adrien muttered to himself.

In the hall, Nathalie gave him a once over, her eyes wide and a eyebrow raising. “Do you really think that’s appropriate clothing for school?”

Plagg shrugged. “I’m playing with my image, so what?” Then he reached up and patted her cheek. “You work too hard, kid. You should ask for a day off every once in a while. Pretty sure Gabe’s blowing some labor laws or something.”

Shit. Damn. Ass. Piss. It was just as Adrien predicted! He blew it! And it’s only been what, a half hour?

“Adrien!” Nathalie sputtered.

But Plagg just breezed passed her, heading to the dining room for breakfast. “Oh, by the way Nat. Do you mind if I call you Nat? I need you to clear my schedule for the next few days.”

“I’ll have to check with your father—“

“Why? You’re the one in charge of the tablet.”

Nathalie was becoming visibly annoyed. “That may be so, but he’s the one in charge of me!” She huffed, then calmed herself. “You better have a good reason for wanting to clear your schedule.”

“I do. My activities are stupid. I want to hang out with my friends, have fun…you know, enjoy my life? You remember what that’s like, right?”

“What on earth has gotten into you?” She demanded.

“Sorry Nat, guess I woke up with a case of teenage rebellion.”

“Your father will not be pleased to hear about this.”

Plagg laughed. “Oh I’m positive he won’t! Go on. Better bite the bullet as they always say.”

Nathalie looked at him aghast, and headed out of the room.

Adrien floated out of the pocket. “Unbelievable. I’m dead. I’ll be locked in my room forever, and it’s all your fault.”

“Tut tut,” Plagg patted him on the head. “There’s not a lock on earth that can stop me.”

After breakfast, Plagg gathered Adrien’s book bag, being kind enough to keep his grades up. But as he reached the front door, Gabriel stopped him with a clearing of his throat.

Plagg turned and looked at him, but didn’t say a thing.

“What do you think you’re wearing?” Said Gabriel, with an icy voice.

Adrien knew that voice. That was a very very bad sign. Plagg was going to get it. Yelling, threats, prison. All of it. A hand reached into the pocket and rubbed between his ears in comfort and reassurance.

Plagg straightened up slightly, looked Gabriel in the eyes, and stated. “Respect the drip, Gabe.”

Adrien almost laughed.

Gabriel blinked, then continued with his icy tone. “You are not to address me by my first name. You know that.”

“Oh. Sure thing, Old Man.”

Gabriel frowned harder.

“Or would you prefer ‘Peepums’? Or ‘Daddy-O’?”

“‘Father’, is ideal. I don’t like this attitude, Adrien. It’s unbecoming.”

“Unbecoming? I think I wear a spine pretty well.”

Gabriel sputtered. “A sp-spine!? Is that what they’re calling disobedience these days?”

“It’s a real attention grabber, don’t you think? Because obedience wasn’t cutting it. You barely noticed me then.”

Gabriel scoffed. “You are always so dramatic! Just like your mother! I raised you better than to act out for attention!”

“Hmm…interesting. Considering you want me to grab the attention of everyone else in Paris. Or is that not what you meant? Only good attention, right?”

Gabriel’s nostrils flared. “I’m not impressed, Adrien.”

“You never are. So what’s new?”

“Go to your room. You want to act like a delinquent? Fine, then suffer the consequences.”

“How about no? You know, most kids would jump at the chance to skip school. But I actually want to go. Shouldn’t that be a red flag to you, old man?”

Gabriel took out a small remote from his pocket, and hit a button. The door and windows clicked, locked.

“You have no choice. As long as you’re under my roof, you’ll follow my rules!”

Plagg rolled his eyes, giving Adrien another scratch between the ears. “Ugh, gag me. Look Gabe, the more you fight this, the worse it’s going to get.”

“What?!”

“I’ve got a lot of pent up frustrations. I may do something drastic. I might hurt myself.”

Gabriel gave him a little knowing smile. “Teenage rebellion, hm? Fine. I’d like to see you do anything. I can see it in you right now. This is killing you. You’ve always been obedient, and you’ll continue to do so.”

“You’re calling my bluff?”

“Absolutely. Show me what’s next.”

Plagg raised an eyebrow, deliberating on what to do. Go all in?

Ah, what the hell?

“Open the door, and you’ll find out.”

“No. Absolutely not.”

Plagg shrugged. “Suit yourself.” He walked over and grabbed a vase. “Is this your pick, or mom’s?”

“That’s a priceless ming vase, hand selected from a renowned interior designer.”

“Really? Because there’s a 4 euro price tag on the bottom of it.”

“What?! No there’s not!”

“Yeah, you got me that time. It’s actually a Gien.” Then he chucked the vase into the nearest window, breaking the vase and the glass. “Now it’s a mosaic!”

“That’s coming out of your trust fund!”

“Oh, like your profits from last quarter wouldn’t cover it! I’m doing both of us a favor.” He stated as he carefully climbed out of the window.

Gabriel was too stunned to stop him. “And what favor would that be?”

Once Plagg was on the other side, he peeked back in the window and called. “Fixing our relationship! I’m your son, not your employee! Start treating me like it, and this will all go away!”

“This is blackmail!”

“No! It’s an intervention! Bye dad! Love you! Off to school!” And he booked it away from the mansion as fast as he could.

Once he was safely down the street, he took Adrien out of his pocket. He was bawling big tears.

“You okay, kid?”

“He was so angry…you broke a window! And—he’s going to take my freedom away!”

“Like I said, there’s not a lock that can stop me. He’ll come around.”

“You’re not going to ruin my public image, are you?”

“Adrien, no matter what I do, your fans will always love you. You start being a bad boy? People will eat that up. Relax. You’re worrying too much.” His eyes flicked up, noting the sign to a cafe, “ah, want some coffee?”

“I want my body back.”

“Coffee it is!”

[enternalempires]

Intruder in the Batcave

This is a Maribat fic, no ship yet (leaning towards it being Jasonette) but here’s part 1! Hope you guys enjoy! Also I am technologically inept, I can’t figure out how to make a link to my Ao3 but if you want to check it out, my username is the same!

Tim was on a coffee high.

Usually this wouldn’t be an issue, he was a coffee addict and he had no shame in that fact even when it made him behave like a drunken— albeit genius— zombie. At seventeen and CEO of Wayne Enterprises he had a lot of work to get done, meaning long hours and even longer headaches.

So he was doing things to keep himself entertained past the freedom of no work that often coincided with being bored.

Such as hacking into the Manor’s cameras and snooping on his family.

Jason, unsurprisingly, was stuffing his face with an unimaginable amount of junk food in their living room while watching Dick and Cass spar— Stephanie laughing and throwing things at them from the side while Babs just trash-talked them with a rather sassy amount of sarcasm.

Damian was sharpening his favorite katana and the rest of his sharp ‘stabby stabs’ as Jay liked to call them— and was scowling that signature scowl as if he knew that he was being watched.

Tim smirked at the glare thrown towards the camera. That little gremlin definitely knew and couldn’t do a damn thing.

Unless, of course, he tried to stab him again.

Alfred was somewhere being, well, Alfred.

Tim, for all his intellect, stopped questioning how the butler and pseudo-grandfather seemed to know anything about everything and before that thing even happened— and seemed to teleport to places randomly, moving quicker than the teenager thought possible sometimes.

But that was just Alfred.

He was the scariest of them all, even though no one said it outloud.

Flipping through the cameras, it takes his brain a split second to back-track to what he saw— or who he saw talking to Bruce in the Batcave. Tim went back to it instantly, turning the volume of his computer up as he tried to process what was happening.

“—you can’t make decisions like this, regardless of what you believe.” His father said, only making his curiosity grow (so of course he did the reasonable thing and sent a live footage link to his sibling’s phones). “This is not your territory, this is not your city, and these are not your people to control.”

“Control?” The girl standing opposite of Bruce, probably no more than five-feet tall and looking no younger than fifteen, hissed with a thick French accent. She had deep blue hair and blue eyes from what he could tell, and she was wearing a red mask with black polka dots and a suit to match. “I don’t want to control anyone, I want to keep them safe! And frankly, Mr. Wayne, you’re nothing but dull if you think that my stance on this matter is unimportant. If you go against me on this, you won’t like what happens.”

Tim watched with wide eyes as this girl— this tiny, young girl who had what looked like a yoyo for a weapon— stood in front of his rather intimidating father and said this without flinching.

He briefly looked at his siblings through the cameras. All of them, even Damian, were watching in shocked silence and bated breaths.

They didn’t know who she was either.

“Are you threatening me, Ms. Dupain-Cheng?” Bruce’s eyes hardened into that familiar Batglare that could send shivers up the cruelest of men’s spines but only made the bluenette smile— which was, admittedly, more terrifying than he would like to admit.

“Leaders don’t threaten people, Mr. Wayne,” She responded. “They only uphold what is right for the safety of their people and follow through no matter the consequences. So, tell me, are you willing to become part of the burden that is placed on my shoulders or will you stay out of my way?”

“You can’t bard my family and our associates from a whole country because you’re scared.”

“You’re right, I am scared.” The girl sighed out, crossing her arms. “But not of you, and not of your family. I am scared for this world and what would become of it if Hawkmoth got in control of one of you. The Kents agreed, the Queens and the other heroes in his and the cities around him agreed. Why can’t you just understand the severity of this?”

Kents. Queens. Heroes.

She, undoubtedly, knew a lot of very dangerous information.

But Hawkmoth? Who was that?

Tim pulled up a search and quickly cross referenced with France, finding a sight called the Ladyblogger and a bunch of news clippings showcasing the notorious Butterfly Terrorist of Paris. He shared that to his sibling’s phones, too.

She was the leader of what the reporter, a young woman named Alya Cesiare, liked to call the Miraculous Team— a bunch of heroes (that typically was just a duo) that fought with the powers of magic jewels that the Hawkie dude wanted?

But no one knew who they were but there was this Marinette Dupain-Cheng in one of the reporter’s videos. That is what his father called her. Cool, cool. She’s a fashion designer but also a superhero.

And, basically, she’s best friends with the chick trying to find out her identity?

But her partner was basically a leather clad furry?

And they’re fighting a magical terrorist named Hawkmoth who deals with neither hawks or moths?

What self-respecting villain names himself that?

“I understand well enough,” His father said, shoulder’s squaring as he met the young woman’s eyes. Abort mission. Abort mission. Don’t make the yoyo-chick angry. “I understand that you are a child meant to be saving the world—”

“Don’t patronize me,” Dupain-Cheng— Ladybug— growled. Tim swore he could feel the power behind her glare from where he was sitting. “I took the mantle of being Ladybug when I was thirteen years old and I became sole-guardian of the Miraculous this year alone. One wrong move and billions can be wiped from existence. I am not savior of Paris, I am not savior of France, I am not savior of the people. I am the savior of life as we know it. I have seen the world drowned and the moon cracked in half in the sky and I have fixed it all alone so that it wouldn’t be our future, so don’t sit there and look down at me because I am a child. Because I am meant to be saving the world. I have saved the world, Mr. Wayne, and I am allowed to tell you what to do to keep it safe.”

Bruce was silent, steely eyes ever leaving the young heroine’s frame and Tim could feel his heart pounding in anticipation. Was his father going to argue more like the stubborn man he is? Adopt her like he did all the too burdened children he came across? Introduce her to them all so he could know what the hell was going on?

“My family will stay out of your way,” He finally said, giving in. “Ms. Dupain-Cheng, I want to be regularly informed about the situation and if there is any way that my partners and I can help.”

“The more anyone knows, the more dangerous it gets,” Ladybug told him. “I appreciate the offer but I won’t be accepting it anytime soon.”

Bruce nods and fixes something on his suit before his and Marinette’s attention get moved to Alfred who comes strolling over to them as if seeing a magical ladybug-themed superhero arguing with Batman was an average, everyday thing.

Alfred’s seen weirder, Tim decides. Alfred has definitely seen weirder.

“Will you be paying me another visit to discuss the restrictions?” His father asks, causing the bluenette to nod her head slightly. “When?”

“My class is on a field trip to WE tomorrow, we won the overseas trip and month’s stay for Gotham Academy so I’ll be here awhile to refine the understanding you seem to lack,” Ladybug just carries on as if she didn’t just poke his ego with a sharp stick. “We can discuss it during the lunch break, if I can slip away from everyone. I’ll bring Chat, too.”

Chat? Right, the leather furry! Her partner that destroys things.

Maybe having so much coffee wasn’t a good thing.

[spartanxhunterx]

ML Story idea. So I had this idea and had to share it.

So it starts with Volpina: Lila goes to her first day of school, lies it up like normal and the students buy it.

While Lila, Marinette and Adrien are gone (at the park/ fighting volpina) the rest of the students get together to discuss a proper welcome party for Lila and all list her accomplishments.

Chloe is only there to be sure to outdo the party at a later date.

Quickly they figure out that Lila is probably lying, it's not really possible for one person to do all these things and know all these people. But why is she lying to them?

Rose, probably : "Maybe she's scared of being alone and wants friends?" 

So they quickly decide that calling Lila out is a bad idea, they don't want to push her away because the real Lila must be a nice person right?

Alya runs out of the meeting halfway through because of the Akuma battle, she gets a good few shots of the fight and quickly notices that it's Lila. She guesses that Lila had one of her lies exposed and (probably) felt scared that she would be alone.

Hawkmoth had akumatised people for less after all.

So the class decides to just humor her lies, letting her grow comfortable around everyone until she decides to tell the truth herself. Alya was lucky that she set her blog to have a 24 hour period where only her classmates can see the videos before they go fully public, if she so choses.

She gets Max to artificially inflate the view counter and comments to make it seem like it's public, Alya was NOT going to ruin her own blog for anything, not even someone who wanted friends.

They decided to not get Adrien involved since he would probably tell her everything and ruin it all. Chloe choses to not get involved because "it's so beneath her" it's not even funny .

They leave it up in the air that SOMEONE needs to tell Marinette, especially since she could tell Lila was lying the moment she heard her tales.

No-one does, under the assumption that someone else has done it.

The next day they're ready to play along and... Lila is nowhere to be found. Lila doesn't turn up for a long time, Alya just casually notes all the days she's gone, the class has a shared online file of notes for all the lessons she's missed. It's the least they can do for her.

Then Lila comes back and the events of Chameleon happen BUT everyone else thinks that Marinette is in on the whole 'act'. They're not against her, it's just an act till Lila confesses, although it is a little annoying that Mari is going about it the wrong way but hey, if everyone believed her on day one then it would be pretty suspicious.

All they think Marinette is playing her own part to sell the rest of them off and none of them bring it up with her, can't really, not with Lila right there. None of them notice that she's not in the group chat either.

between the events of Chameleon and Ladybug Adrien notices how Marinette is being treated, believing it to be real, and does his best to support her. Keeping Lila away and distracted, taking her with him on his dates with Kagami, texting her late at night apologising that he can't do anything publicly or anything too out of place.

He doesn't want to be Home schooled again.

He visits more as Chat to give her a second form of outlet, even going so far as to try to convince Ladybug herself to lend Marinette a miraculous so she can blow off some steam running around in the rooftops of Paris. (He doesn't question why ladybug herself is doing this.) It's doesn't happen.

Marinette crush on him slowly does down as she learns how big a dork he is and tries to get out of the way so he and Kagami can date properly.

Then Ladybug Happens, Marinette gets expelled and suddenly the class is like 'WHAT THE FUCK?', 'Why is this happening?' 'Marinette's not a thief!'

Damocles is not hearing it and she's expelled and suddenly it's like a slap in the face to everyone.

Adrien goes through the whole spiel with Lila about lying, again, to get Marinette back in school. And she does. But Marinette suddenly doesn't want to return to the school.

Why would she? She's been being bullied for ages.

 So the two of them talk over the phone (she's got very comfortable in doing so lately.) About it and Adrien gives in and let's her transfer knowing it isn't his place to decide for her.

but now he's made a deal with the devil and been robbed of his part of the bargain. So while Marinette is getting settled on her first Adrien is off rebelling against Lila being in the photo shoots by not turning up or purposely ruining the whole appointment.

meanwhile the whole class is freaking out as they had JUST discovered that Marinette was NOT aware of the plan and wasn't acting along and that Lila is a cruel bitch and they are not happy.

They want to apologize the next day but, lo-and-behold, she doesn't turn up. She's transferred out of school. Adrien isn't talking with them and Lila is acting like it's the best thing ever 'for her bully to be gone.'

They try to contact her but of they are blocked from every social media platform they are connected on. Minus Adrien. They can't go to the bakery as her parents have forbidden them to enter and anytime they see Marinette outside of school she turns tail and walks the other way and they lose her.

They try to get Adrien to help but he both doesn't listen and is very tight lipped when it comes to anything about Marinette. (The boy grew a spine.) It takes two weeks till he transfers out of the school and into Marinette's new school and he promptly blocks everyone else + lawsuit against Lila by one Gabriel Agreste.

The rest of the story is the class trying, and failing to explain the situation to Marinette and Adrien but they are being avoided and ignored. It can either finish with a with the acceptance that they fucked up and there's nothing that can be done but move on or have it end in a big reveal dump where someone manages to talk to Marinette or get the information to her about what was really going on and it ends on:

 "I can understand what you where doing now but I still feel betrayed and hurt, I can't trust you right now. But I can try to start over again, we won't be the same for a long time or ever but we can try. "

Tell things to note: during all of this Adrien/ Chat becomes a better hero and pulls back on the flirting and becomes more serious cause this whole situation with Mari has taught him that he needs to take his roles seriously. Thus removing a lot of the Adrien/ Chat salt and negative factors.

Lila gets utterly decimated during the week of Marinette's cause the class had been keeping a track of her lies so they couldn't bring up a contradiction or out themselves.

[kittinoir]

Echoes of You ch. 24

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Chat Noir watched silently as the battle began in the plaza below.

His heart ached to be down there with them, but his head knew he had to stay where he was and maintain the course. He froze when Marinette attacked Felix, but his cousin stayed the course, saving his one-time ability like they’d planned. 

“Nervous?” Red landed silently to his left, her gaze trained on the plaza as well.

“Angry,” Chat Noir answered, the words clipped. “Where is he?”

Red snorted. “He’s letting Marinette do as much damage as possible before he risks it. I have to say, I didn’t know it was possible for her to get akumatized. She always seemed so…level-headed. It used to drive me crazy, like she was somehow better than the rest of us, and it was worse because she didn’t even seem to notice. I thought one day it might happen and I’d feel smug about it, but all I feel is…sad.”

“Who’s the last person you’d ever expect to get akumatized, Chlo?” he asked, dropping into a crouch as a sent-monster burst into the plaza. He tensed, but the team responded quickly. “The last person who could afford it? The only person who could fix whatever an akuma did?”

A crease appeared between her brows. “Who could fix… Well, I guess…Ladybu - ” Understanding dawned on her face. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng?”

“I’m sure she had help,” Chat Noir said. He watched with amusement as a riot of emotions shot across Red’s face. Had he been so expressive? No, he’d been too stunned. “How many times has Tikki coached you to calm down or take it easy?”

Red scowled. “More times than I care to remember. No wonder she wouldn’t eat anything that wasn’t from her bakery.”

Chat Noir snorted. Loyalty went a long way with a kwami. He was about to say something else when she latched onto his arm, squeezing.

“He’s here.”

Chat Noir followed her gaze into the plaza. Hawkmoth had finally appeared.

“Let’s go.”

Adrenaline surged through his veins as the two of them scaled the Eiffel Tower down to the plaza. By the time they reached the ground, Tigress had stepped up to fight him, bagh nakh’s in her fists. Chat Noir and Ladybug split and surged towards Hawkmoth from opposite sides of the plaza.

Don’t look. Don’t look. Don’t look. Chat Noir chanted the words to himself as he leap-frogged over the senti-monster, giving it a whack with his baton as he passed by. He’d worried about letting Marinette distract him; it had never mattered more than it did now. And if he let himself look, he knew he’d change course. Now in the thick of it, he could hear Kele trying to reason with Marinette. He felt a twinge of guilt; it was a rookie’s mistake, and part of him wondered, not for the first time, if giving Miraculouses out to first-time users was an advantage or a needless risk when he knew he wouldn’t be able to provide the necessary training. At the time he’d reasoned that any one with a Miraculous and good intentions would be an advantage.

Of course, that was before the akuma he’d known Hawkmoth would bring with him would be his Lady and their former fearless leader.

It could have been anyone in all of Paris. Why did it have to be her?

But then he was clear of the senti-monster, and he found himself face to face with his nemesis just as Hawkmoth landed a blow that sent Tigress staggering back. They shared a brief look; she nodded once and leapt into the battle with the senti-monster.

“Ahhhh,” Hawkmoth sighed, smirking, “Of course you’re still alive.”

“Nine lives,” Chat Noir hissed, squaring up. “Remember?”

“Surely you must be down to the last three by now,” Hawkmoth said. “Although Lady-brat’s luck finally ran out, didn’t it?”

“Now that’s wishful thinking!” 

Hawkmoth staggered as Red’s yoyo struck him in the back of the knee, but he regained his composure in seconds. Worse, he didn’t look as surprised as Chat Noir had hoped he would, almost as though Chloe hadn’t been who he’d been talking about. But of course he wasn’t.

Instead of fear, Chat Noir leaned into the one emotion he’d been afraid of for over a year and a half, the one thing he’d never dared to fully realize: hope.

He let it straighten his spine, let it light up his face, let it make his eyes glow. He leaned into it, let it obliterate the pain and misery and rage of the past few weeks, and was rewarded when he saw a flicker of doubt in Hawkmoth’s eyes. “Did it?”

Hawkmoth snarled and lunged with his cane. Chat Noir blocked it as Red’s yoyo swung around the villain’s ankle, but Hawkmoth managed to avoid them both, sending them on a collision course into each other. Red barely managed to dodge him. Their shoulders jostled roughly but Chat Noir didn’t even feel it. 

This time he went low, baton first. He swung for Hawkmoth’s feet. The shaft whistled through the air, the momentum nearly toppling him when Hawkmoth managed to avoid the attack. Red lunged next. Pride burst in his chest as she landed a blow. Maybe she didn’t have Ladybug’s experience, but she made up for it in determination - or maybe that was plain spite. Either way, they were holding their own. It was a small victory. A good start to the only acceptable outcome of the night.

And then it was his turn to back-peddle as Hawkmoth’s elbow nearly caught his eye-socket. Chat Noir dropped to his knees and was rewarded by a kick to the chest that sent him flying and left him winded. The fall was hard, but the Miraculous absorbed the damage. He grit his teeth as he slid across the stone plaza, looking up just in time to see Hawkmoth seize Red by the throat and reach for an earring - his Lady’s earring.

In that moment, the plan turned to dust in the wind. “CATACLYSM.”

But even as he surged towards them, he could tell he wasn’t going to make it. A burst of pink sparkles exploded across Red’s body as one stud was removed. Desperate, Chat Noir flung his baton across the distance. Hawkmoth ducked at the last moment, throwing a glare over his shoulder that quickly evaporated when he, too, noticed the considerable distance between them. 

Chat Noir reeled as a concussive wave swept over him. The force of it threw him to his knees, but instead of dissipating, it seemed to suffuse his body and wrap a fist around his heart. He could swear he felt it stutter in response. Frustration seeped into his bones, and on its heels, despair. What had ever made him think he could win? What had ever made him think he could do any of this without Marinette? He hadn’t even been smart enough to see her when she’d been right there with him the entire time. He couldn’t save her. He’d never been able to, and he never would. Hawkmoth was going to win. 

But not without paying for it.

Chat Noir climbed to his feet, shaking from the effort. Hawkmoth was only a few feet away now, staring at Marinette vacantly as a single tear slipped down the side of his mask. Chat Noir risked a glance of his own and staggered to stop.

His team had surrounded her, but all of them had sagged under her destructive power. Even the senti-monster had ground to a halt and was whining quietly. She knelt in the middle of the ring of heroes, eyes closed, arms wide, back arched, her hair a dark banner behind her. 

Go to her.

The words tore through him, and he took one unsteady step towards her. His Lady. After all this time. So close, in so much pain. He could help her. He could save her. He could shoulder the burden for her. He could be her light. She’d always been his.

Go to her.

The weeks of wondering. Of searching. Of feeling angry, of feeling betrayed, desperate, afraid, guilty. All over. He’d found her. He’d accomplished the impossible. He didn’t want to look away, as though she’d slip away like the remnants of a nightmare if he risked it. He could free her. 

Go to her.

He’d never wanted anything more.

“Ironic.”

Chat Noir jerked to a halt, twisting to face Hawkmoth. He wasn’t sure where Red had disappeared to, but neither she nor her earring were in sight.

The villain smirked. “Without you and your little plan, I never would have been able to twist that girl. My akumas never seemed to be able to find purchase within her heart, until you opened the door for them, little hero. I guess I should thank you.”

Him? Had their fight really been so bad?  Had he really hurt her so - 

No. No, no, no. Felix’s plan. His alleged demise. He’d been so focused on this fight, on strategizing and recruiting. He hadn’t realized it could hurt her this badly. He suddenly understood what he was feeling, this draining misery. It was her misery, too much for any one person to bear. She was drowning in it, clinging to any lifeboat she could find, only to discover none of them could withstand the storm.

“All this time,” Chat Noir snarled as he stalked towards Hawkmoth, “All these months, all these defeats, all these poor people, and you still don’t get it. Without you, none of this would have happened. And now I think it’s time to make good on the promise my Lady made you on day one.”

Chat Noir channeled all the rage and pain from Marinette’s spell into his attack. Hawkmoth managed to block his attack and tried to land a kick. He dodged it and swung up through Hawkmoth’s guard, his claws headed straight for the man’s chest - and stopping at the last second, hesitating as the memory of being hit with his own power washed over him. It hadn’t killed him, but that didn’t mean it couldn’t.

It was all the time Hawkmoth needed. he landed a blow that made Chat Noir’s head spin. He landed on his side, his vision blurry. He heard Hawkmoth coming towards him, his steps echoing in the plaza, interspersed with the agonized moans of his team. He felt Marinette’s pull, felt her tugging the strength from him. He was powerless to stop it. Worse, he didn’t want to. A small voice was screaming at him to get back up, but it was growing quieter and quieter with every passing second.

He felt more than he saw Hawkmoth come to a stop beside him. “Paris’s heroes.” He laughed. “Pathetic. If only your Lady could see you now. She should have just given you up when she had the chance.”

“You know what your problem is? You talk to much.”

Chat Noir flinched as his cousin lunged out of a shadow, stinger in his fist. It was a good attack. Sharp. Clean. Efficient. Impressive. It would have worked if Hawkmoth had been standing just a little bit closer.

But he wasn’t, and his Miraculous-born reflexes enabled the villain to stagger just far enough away that the stinger only grazed his shoulder. It was enough. Chat Noir shoved himself to his feet one last time. This time he didn’t stop. 

His palm made contact with Hawkmoth’s chest. The villains eyes went wide as the Cataclysm exploded through his chest. He grunted, teeth grit, jaw locked as he absorbed the damage, his gaze locked with Chat Noir’s. Hate burned there. Maybe it had started out as a simple quest for the Miraculous, but he could see it had become personal for the villain a long, long time ago. 

Hawkmoth stumbled back, clutching the still-flickering wound over his chest. He swung his cane in a  wide arc, just enough to keep Chat Noir and Vespa at bay. “Save your precious friend if you can, you mangy fleabag. She’s beyond even my reach now.”

Before Chat Noir could rip the Miraculous from Hawkmoth’s throat, the senti-monster lurched between them and he stumbled back. It let out a pained roar and reared as Hawkmoth leapt on its back and let it carry him off. Chat Noir snatched up his baton, but Vespa’s hand on his shoulder kept him from hunting the man down - barely.

“You’ll get another chance,” Vespa said shortly. “Red needs your help now.”

“Red?”

The sounds of fighting finally broke through the fog in his head, and he turned to see Marinette was no longer in the centre of the ring of prone heroes, but battling it out with Red. Marinette reached for his partner again and again, but Red managed to dodge, slipping out of her grasp each time, but he could see she was slowing down. Her yoyo was no where to be found.

“Marinette.” The name slipped off his lips, unbidden. He was afraid, he realized. Afraid to face her like this. Afraid to look into the black pools of her eyes and discover she was gone, finally, truly beyond his reach. “Marinette!”

Marinette staggered to a stop, turning to face him. As she did, Red dropped to her knees, exhausted. “Chat…Noir…”

He made himself take a step. And then another. And then another. She knew him. Even now, she knew him. Maybe…she wasn’t all gone. Not yet.

He was barely aware of his cousin keeping pace with him as he crossed the plaza to where she waited. He wasn’t sure if she was surprised to see him or failed to really recognize him beyond his name. He found he didn’t care. He could fix this.

“I’m sorry,” he said as he drew closer. “I…I’m sorry for all of it. I’m sorry I didn’t come sooner. I’m sorry we fought. I’m sorry for what I said. I didn’t mean it. You were never a distraction; you were my destiny, Marinette, and I was too blind to see it. But I’m here now. I won’t lose you again. Not to Hawkmoth. Not to this sorrow. Not to anything.”

“Chat…Noir…” She took one staggering step towards him, her head tilting as though trying to puzzle through his apology.

“Got a plan here?” Vespa muttered, his eyes darting between the two of them.

“Get the akuma,” Chat Noir instructed. He glanced at his ring; the pad on it flashed slowly. He had seconds left. “I’ll distract her.”

“Distract her?” Vespa repeated. “Adrien - ”

A bright green flash erupted as Adrien’s transformation dissolved. Before Plagg could scold him, he slipped the ring from his finger and pressed it into his cousin’s palm. “For safe keeping. Just in case.”

“Dammit, Adrien , you - ”

“Chat…Noir… Adrien…?” Marinette interrupted, blinking. “Adrien…”

“It’s me, Marinette,” he said. He continued toward her, reaching out, one palm upturned. 

“He calls me…Zouyu…” she breathed, her eyes drifting down to his hand. “Marinette…is gone.”

“No,” Adrien said firmly. “She’s not. Let me help you. Take my hand.”

“Still alive…” A crease appeared between her brows as her expression twisted. “Then why does it…still hurt…? I can’t…make it stop… I can’t…. I can’t…

He took another step. “Take my hand, Marinette.”

“Yes…” she murmured, stretching out her own hand. “Yes. There is…so much light in you…so much.”

“Take it,” he offered. “You don’t have to bear this alone. You’ve never had to. I’ve always been here. I always will be. You and me against the world.”

Her gaze snapped to his as her hand finally slid into his upturned palm. Adrien gasped at the direct contact, his knees buckling under the force of it. She came with him, maintaining the contact. She was pulling from him. He’d felt it before, but this…it was a riptide and he was a piece of driftwood against the jagged rocks of her grief. He’d known that Hawkmoth’s powers amplified the victim’s emotions, giving him control, but this… 

She’s beyond even my reach now. Hawkmoth had known he’d do this. He’d tossed him the warning, knowing he’d miss it altogether, that he’d never realize that Marinette was stronger than anything he’d ever faced before, that she would eat him alive without meaning to, and that he would let her.

His vision blurred as her face drew closer to his. He could feel her breath on his face, ice cold. She smelled wrong, like lilies. Her free hand cupped the side of his face as she leaned in. Her lips were only a breath away, but he couldn’t help but lean in, even knowing his own destruction was seconds away. He wouldn’t survive it. He didn’t care. He wouldn’t leave her like this. If he couldn’t save her, then…then…

The acute agony of Marinette’s infectious despair evaporated as quickly as it had come. Adrien felt her jerk and heard her gasp, his own vision clearing as Red snagged the akuma from Marinette’s broken hair ornament. She shuddered as Hawkmoth’s magic dissolved, bleeding from her gown into the plaza stones. 

“Adrien…” Marinette murmured, drinking in his face. “Chat Noir…? You’re alive. I’m so relieved. Thank…goodness…” 

Adrien wrapped an arm around her shoulders as she collapsed, pulling her close. Vanilla and cinnamon. Relief flooded his entire being. A small laugh escaped, followed by another that caught in his chest. He tucked her head gently under his chin, threading his fingers through her loose hair. “It’s all ok now,” he murmured, pressing his cheek to the top of her head. “I found you, my Lady. I know I took…I took too long. But I’m here now. I’m here. It’s ok.”

“Adrien.”

He looked up at Red and found the entire team staring at them, some with wide eyes, other with blank stares, and one particular fox with a knowing smile. He glanced back to Red, and it was only then he noticed what she was wearing.

“…thanks, Chlo,” Adrien said slowly, tightening his grip on Marinette as whispers raced through the assembled heroes. “But I can take my ring back now.”

It was her smile that terrified him. It wasn’t malicious, but instead sad. 

“I have one last thing to do,” she said. “One last task to set things right. I’m not exactly sure what the price will be, but I know I’m willing to pay it.”

Chills raced down Adrien’s spine. “What are you talking about?”

“Thank you for giving me another chance,” Chloe said, “Even when I didn’t deserve it. You’ll always be my best friend. Tikki, Plagg, unify!”

Adrien had to shield his eyes from the bright white light that erupted from Chloe. He heard her wish in his head as much as he heard her say it out loud, felt it zip along his skin like a thousand little miracles: ‘I ask that Marinette’s memories of the Miraculous and her life as Ladybug, the protector of Paris, to be restored to her. This is my wish. I choose it of my own free will, and willingly pay the price.’

[pinetasticapple]

A Miraculous Carol: The Prologue of our Tale

Set after the events of "Ladybug". Adrien might be learning to stand up for his friends, but the path of doing the right thing is not as easy as it seems. With his princess fading more and more, can three spirits of the past, present and future help him fix the situation?

AO3    FF

"And in the end, I could have been cast as a very important role in the latest Bond movie. If it wasn't because of my humanitarian work with the orphans, I would have done it in an instant."

Adrien sighed, his head propped on one hand as he listened to what had to be another infamous Lila Rossi lie, with most of the class enthralled by her new tale. He was sure oral presentations had to be about something educational, not whatever Lila was blabbering about.

"And in the end, I could have been cast as a very important role in the latest Bond movie. If it wasn't because of my humanitarian work with the orphans, I would have done it in an instant."

Adrien sighed, his head propped on one hand as he listened to what had to be another infamous Lila Rossi lie, with most of the class enthralled by her new tale. He was sure oral presentations had to be about something educational, not whatever Lila was blabbering about.

Ever since she had returned, it had proven to be difficult to keep up with his school work. Between her lies and being prone to akumatization quite often, Adrien couldn't help but wonder if waiting for her stories to fall was a good idea after all. Her "spontaneous" visits at his home weren't any relief either, where he had to subject himself to tutoring attempts and taking longer showers to wash off the itchiness sensation of having Lila clinging to his space most of the time.

If he had used Plagg's cataclysm in some of those outfits, well, no one but him was going to know.

And to make things worse, now Adrien had to see her during photo shoots. On hindsight, he should have planned better how to deal with that situation. But he was just so mad he didn't think through. If anything, he was surprised Hawkmoth didn't akumatize him from his anger.

He spared a glance to the back of his seat, but the occupant wasn't paying much attention either. Adrien frowned, Marinette's expression was vacant as if her mind was somewhere else.

Things hadn't gone any better or worse with Marinette either. Since that day Marinette hadn't tried to call out Lila as he had strongly suggested, but Adrien noticed how little by little her smiles disappeared. Not only that, but her usual behaviour around him had also changed. Long gone were the stuttering and nervous glances, replaced for vacant staring and polite smiles. He knew about those better, Adrien had to master how to give model smiles, but he missed Marinette's real, bright as a shiny star smile.

Even when he tried to defend her from getting expelled without reason, it hadn't been enough. Adrien looked down at his papers. He should have pushed more, should have, as Chloé told him once, 'grow a spine'.

None of that took away that Adrien was worried for her. Maybe, Adrien chewed the inside of his cheek, maybe he had given her bad advice. He went back to that time, that day where he suggested the high road. Sure, with paparazzi and tabloids, ignoring the lies worked, because if he acted on them it would just create more gossip and lies. But the more time it passed, the more outrageous the lies had been in his class. And the more he thought about it, the more he started to think his advice wasn't the answer Marinette needed.

Adrien turned back to the board and back to his paper to absently draw lines on it, waiting for the bell to ring. As long as they both knew the truth it couldn't hurt anyone, he had said. But when he heard at Lila's chatter of how she had all those connections to push his classmates to achieve their dreams, the uneasiness in his stomach grew. It was like a cup of water, Adrien thought, each lie was a drop filling it and now it was at the very rim, about to spill out. When Marinette was falsely accused he thought it was the spill of water, but Lila made up some other lie to cover her tracks. He never got to know what she said to convince the principal. But sooner or later it would all come to them, like a tidal wave to obliterate them all.

If he feared Lila's akumatization, he feared more his entire class.

The bell finally rang and students gathered up their things to get out, happy to enjoy the weekend, with his classmates going after Lila to hear more about her stories. Adrien pushed with more force than necessary his stuff in his bag and walked out as fast as he could, but he only gave a few steps out until he spotted Marinette walking out as well, along with a vacant stare.

He had to talk to her.

"Marinette?" he called for her, bluebell eyes glancing at him but not paying him much attention, it made his insides churn "ah, are you ok?"

"Oh? Y-yeah," she fixed the strap of her bag "I couldn't sleep much, thanks for asking."

"Oh, I mean," Adrien couldn't find what he wanted to say. He knew just a moment ago, why couldn't he say the words now?

"Anyway, I have to go home" Marinette started to walk "have a nice weekend Adrien."

"W-wait," Adrien walked after her, his hand about to grab her but it remained frozen in the air. He didn't feel that was going to help "Marinette I…"

"Dude!" Nino called him from behind "good, I thought you were already gone" he pulled him to a side "oh hey Marinette."

Marinette made a small sound but she just gave them a small smile Adrien knew wasn't real and turned around to walk out of the building.

"Hope I didn't interrupt,"

"Actually-"

"Because dude, I know you are still learning social cues but flirting while you have already someone is not cool."

Adrien turned to look at his friend with shock. Since when did he have someone? What?

"Anyway, the class is organizing a picnic tomorrow, you know, since Lila couldn't be with us the last time."

Because she was too busy creating havoc with that illusion that caused Scarlet Moth, Adrien bit his tongue.

"Wait," he took a step back "why didn't you say it while Marinette was here? She's our class representative and part of the group."

Nino shuffled his feet and looked sideways. It didn't take a genius to figure out he was nervous about the answer.

"Well, you see," he tried "Lila has told us, and dude, it's not that Marinette is a bad person but" he sighed "she and Lila just, they don't seem to get along? And no one could believe Marinette was going to harass Lila to the point of threatening her in the bathroom but pushing her down the stairs? Not cool dude."

Adrien's brain short-circuited. Marinette? Sweet, determined I stand for no bully Marinette? Adrien couldn't believe his ears. No, he was sure that was a lie. And to think Nino, of all people, was buying it. The stair incident was a lie and they had to know that too.

"I'm sorry," Adrien's eyes turned firm "I don't think I'll be able to make it."

"Oh, but dude what about- "

"Another time perhaps," Adrien turned on his heels and walked away from the school. He hurried his steps and bypassed the car waiting for him.

"I need to speak with a friend, it's really important" he looked at the Gorilla, his hands holding the strap of his bag until his knuckles were turning white; he didn't even bother to wait for a response, instead of crossing towards the bakery and greeting Tom Dupain with decisive voice.

"Is Marinette home?"

"She arrived a moment ago," Tom eyed him and Adrien tried not to shrink under the stare. It wasn't menacing or cold, like his father, but he could tell there was some cautiousness in Tom's eyes "did something happen at school again?"

"Yes," Adrien said. He was not going to lie or hide the information, even if he was starting to fear a possible ban of the bakery "I don't know what Lila said that day at the office but I'm sure it wasn't true."

"The girl has a disease that makes her unable to lie,"

That's what she said? Adrien wanted to roll his eyes so bad he only restrained himself because he was in front of someone he respected a lot.

"No sir," Adrien braced himself for the next part "she has been lying to all of us, telling overdone stories and getting her way out of working or doing stuff, framing my friend of things she would never do and- "he hesitated for a moment, unsure of how much he could really bring without Marinette around "and I did wrong in telling Marinette to not call her out on it."

"Adrien?"

Both men turned to look at Marinette, who was entering the bakery with her mom behind, both women looking at the model with a mix of surprise and disbelief.

"Marinette," Adrien turned to her "I'm sorry Marinette, I… I shouldn't have said you had to take the high road, it's obvious to me now that Lila lying is hurting someone," he took a step closer "she is hurting you."

"I- "

"I should have never let you carry all this burden alone, I said we were together in this and I failed you" he continued "and I don't expect you to forgive me Marinette but… but I cannot stand you being hurt from her actions."

Marinette's lip wobbled, her eyes glistening with tears threatening to fall at some point, but the one who pulled her to an embrace was Sabine, who was looking at Adrien more surprised than upset.

"Adrien, care to explain what has been going on at school?"

He wanted to shrink, maybe he had messed up by saying it in front of Marinette's parents.

"No," Marinette shook her head and pulled away from her mother's hug, but remained close to her as she wiped her tears "I want to tell you…"

Adrien didn't notice when Tom had moved past them to turn the sign of the bakery to closed, nor where he was pulled to the apartment above with Marinette next to him until they were both seated on the couch, a plate of biscuits in front of them.

Marinette took a deep breath and looked at Adrien, who nodded encouragingly at her. She turned to her parents and started to explain everything, since the first moment Lila had shown up. She looked down in shame when she said that yes, she had followed Lila and Adrien that time, but Adrien caught on more on how Lila had been the one that stole his father's book. He heard Marinette explaining how she knew Lila was lying again when she came back, every fake injury, false meeting with celebrities, all of them. But what made Adrien turn to look at her in shock was when Marinette, with her hands in fists, told them about how Lila threatened her in the bathroom, how she had declared war with her because Marinette refused to buy her lying.

What Nino had said had been true, Adrien thought as anger crept on him, but it had been the other way around.

"It was a good thing I wasn't the one akumatized that day-"

Wait, what?

"You were almost akumatized?"

"Ah…but I stopped it!" Marinette looked up at her parents and Adrien "I guess Lila was the one that caught it and-"

"But, Hawkmoth targets those with emotions being overwhelming and from what you said…there's no way Lila felt any bad emotion…"

"And you are saying she's the one that got akumatized?" Sabine inquired, the teens nodding in response.

"And after that…well,"

Marinette ended with the day she got expelled, with Adrien backing up how all those accusations were false.

"But, we saw her modelling with you Adrien" Sabine's expression was stern now, no wonder she was concealing all the anger she had against the Italian girl.

"That… I don't know how she even convinced my father" Adrien had wrinkled the end of his shirt from the entire time he was on that couch it was a mess "but when she came to tell you that she 'had a disease that made her lie' I coaxed her into it."

Marinette looked at him in disbelief.

"I… I didn't know what else to do," he looked down "I couldn't let her get away with it but I didn't know how to help you Marinette, and I keep screwing up with you."

"I…" Marinette wiped her eyes, puffy from the afternoon "I can't say I forgive you right away Adrien, I just…" she sighed "I need time, to feel I can forgive you."

"I understand," but it didn't take away that it hurt.

"That doesn't mean we aren't friends," Marinette offered him a small smile, the first real one Adrien had seen in weeks "friends sometimes argue, disagree and have ups and downs."

"I…yes, I guess it makes sense."

"Adrien," Tom called for him "thank you for coming and telling us."

"Indeed," Sabine stood up and went to hug her daughter again "and I'm sorry Marinette, we should have never doubted you, and we should have been there for you since the beginning."

Marinette squeezed her mom in retaliation, a pang of bittersweet feeling creeping up on Adrien. He stood up and took his bag.

"I… I have to go now, but Marinette" he looked at her and remembered the picnic they were going to organize, his anger coming back at him. He was not going to tell her about it, and he was not going to go. But he was going to fix things "if anything, don't hesitate to text me, ok?"

She nodded and wished him well, as her parents showed him out of the apartment, both looking at him with a mixture of sadness and gratitude Adrien didn't know what to make out of.

It wasn't until he was back in his room that he flopped on the bed and let out a long sigh.

"That was a plan," Plagg said while munching on his cheese "good progress kid."

"I think I could have done more," Adrien sighed "maybe Chloé is right, I'm a spineless worm."

"Don't sell yourself that short" Plagg hovered above him "or maybe, yes, learn from this kid."

Adrien glared at the kwami and moved to his night routine, even if there were still a couple of hours before his usual bedtime, he was just too tired to deal with everything. Wrapped in ladybug style pyjama pants –that he was not ashamed of wearing- and an old t-shirt, Adrien flopped on his bed prepared to let go of the day.

However, the moment he lied down and almost closed his eyes, a blue light blinded him, followed by a ghostly presence hovering right in front of him.

"Good evening Chat Noir," the figure said, "I think we need to talk."

[thewritewolf]

Inseparable Chapter 25: Hawkmoth’s Defeat

Ladybug and Chat Noir march on the Agreste mansion for their confrontation with Hawkmoth.

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The darkness clung to them as they returned to the Agreste mansion. If all went well, they’d find Gabriel Agreste in his bed, take his miraculous without a fight, and turn him into the police. But where Hawkmoth is concerned, when do things ever good well? After all, there was a limit to how lucky Marinette was.

They landed on the window sill to Adrien’s room and while he worked on opening it from the outside, Marinette watched him carefully. Ever since they had left her room, he’d been quiet, withdrawn. Not that she could blame him. It was easy to crack jokes during an akuma fight when you knew that the Ladybug cure would fix everything. But no matter what happened tonight, there wouldn’t be any going back. There wasn’t a magical cure for supervillain family members.

The latch gave way and they landed inside his room. She’d be lying if she said she hadn’t imagined visiting him like this before - suited up as Ladybug, late at night, even entering through the window. She had never managed to gather the nerves for it, but it had been a constant daydream of hers. After the reveal, and after all this... It didn’t feel as romantic anymore.

She realized she’d stopped when her eyes landed on her kitty staring at her with those piercing green eyes.

“Where to next?” The faint smile that had been on his lips vanished like smoke in the wind, and she winced. “I’m sorry, Chat. But the sooner we get done, the sooner we can put all of this behind us.”

He nodded slowly. “I know.” She followed as he exited his bedroom. “It’s pretty late - even he has to be in bed by now.”

“I don’t know, remember when he sent out that akumatized university student at three in the morning?”

“I wish I didn’t,” he said with a chuckle. “I had a photoshoot early that morning, and got yelled at for being so tired looking. Took ages for the make up artists to make me look alive. And to think he ruined his own photoshoot…” He trailed off, the short-lived mirth quickly being snuffed out by that unreadable, flinty stare.

The halls were wide enough that she was able to stand beside him and snake her hand into his. She gave it a squeeze just as they stopped outside a large, ornate door.

“Whatever happens… we’re in this together.”

“Right, we always are.”

“Not just in this fight. When we’re done here, I’m taking you home with me. I’m not going to leave you here by yourself.”

His eyes glistened as he took a long look at her. In a voice barely above a whisper he replied, “Thank you. For everything.”

She nodded. “I couldn’t have asked for a better partner. Now let’s finish this.”

On the count of three, they quietly opened the bedroom doors… only to find the bed empty. Chat Noir growled and kicked the bedside table in frustration.

“So much for catching him asleep.” Marinette cupped her chin. “He must be in his lair, right? And that’s got to be somewhere in your house.”

“Yeah, probably, but do you know how long it took me to find just the peacock miraculous? This place has a ton of hidden spots.”

“Maybe, but he can’t be that far away from it at any given time. Where does he usually spend of his days?”

Chat Noir opened his mouth, then closed it. He considered the question. As the silence stretched on, she began getting restless. She lightly tapped on his forehead with one finger.

“Hey. I can see the gears moving in your head, kitty. Talk to me. What’s going on?”

“Well… he almost never leaves his office if he can help it. And I remember once, I found this big book of heroes in there, and the peacock miraculous.” He scratched the back of his neck. “He must have moved it after I took the book. I guess he didn’t trust me not to snoop any more.”

“We’ll start there then,” she nodded and headed off in that direction. She wasn’t entirely certain where she was going, but it at least gave her a sense of purpose. Standing around was fraying her nerves.

He hustled to keep pace behind her. “But there was already one secret safe in there! Do you really think he’d have a hidden passageway too?”

“Sure! Why not? And right now, it’s all we’ve got to go on.” Chat didn’t have anything to say to that and they arrived in the office in silence. Her eyes were immediately drawn to the tall picture of Adrien’s mother.

“That’s where the safe is,” he supplied.

Clearly, Emilie Agreste was still important to the boys of the household. And if Gabriel was willing to hide the incredibly important miraculous things behind her painting then maybe…

She put her face against the wall and looked across the flat plane of the portrait. When she saw slight indents in some of the painting’s geometric shapes, she smiled mirthlessly.

“Okay, kitty.” He stepped up close to her as she reached her hands up to the painting. “Here goes nothing…” She pressed the indents she could see and suddenly she was falling through the floor.

Well… not quite falling. It felt like an elevator of some kind. After traveling for long minutes, they were deposited inside an empty space with a large window that filtered in the moonlight. White, glowing butterflies fluttered around them. Their soft light did little to illuminate the room, leaving all but the center of the space still lost to shadow. Standing in the middle of that circle of light was none other than Hawkmoth himself.

“This had better be important, Nathalie-” He turned around with an angry grimace only to go slack jawed and wide eyed as he saw the two of them settle into a battle stance. “What- How?! How could mere children have discovered my lair?!”

Marinette had expected Chat to say something, but the only change with him was a look of pure anger in his eyes as he glared at his father.

“We know who you are, Gabriel! Your days of terrorizing Paris are over. Don’t make this any harder on yourself or your family. Surrender your miraculous!”

She’d been hoping that the mention of his family might snap him out of this, but instead it just seemed to make him angrier, more determined.

“Never!”

Chat Noir scoffed and locked eyes with Hawkmoth. “I could’ve told you that wouldn’t work. Gabriel Agreste doesn’t care about his family, about what he’s done to hurt them.”

“You wretched mongrel! Everything I’ve done is for-”

"Another word out of your lying, deceitful, mouth and I give up pretending I won't enjoy this." Her partner spoke in a growl.

“Bold words. Let’s see how well they stack up to reality.” He charged towards them. “At last, your miraculous are finally in my grasp! You will never have the opportunity to tell anyone who I am!”

Her yoyo zipped forward, reaching for his cane to rip it from his grasp, but he managed to bat it aside without much effort. This left him open when Chat Noir swung his baton into his side, knocking the air out Hawkmoth for a moment before he could get his cane in position for a duel. A moment which Chat used to keep pushing forward, unwilling to let Hawkmoth get any time to recover from this assault. The irony that he was using fencing skills that he’d built up thanks to Gabriel forcing him to do extra activities was not lost on Marinette as she flanked Hawkmoth. With her yoyo sneaking around and snaring limbs or tugging on his cane, it was only the older man’s greater experience and strength keeping him in the fight. He’d managed to block an incoming attack from Marinette and use the momentum to knock aside Chat’s baton.

But as the battle dragged on, it was clear that he hadn’t been actively fighting in a long time. It was also clear that he was already getting tired. Soon they were pushing him back, out of the light and into the ring of darkness. She hoped that Chat was the only miraculous user with night vision, and not for the first time she wished that Master Fu could have told them more about the capabilities of their archnemesis.

The baton and cane clashed one last time before the combatants leapt apart, staring at each other between the meters that separated them. Marinette had ended up right behind Chat Noir, twirling her yoyo as she carefully watched for which direction Hawkmoth would move towards. To her surprise, he just seemed to be inching backwards.

“Chat. What’s behind him?” She whispered to her partner. The shadows were too deep for her to see through.

“Nothing,” he whispered back. “Just a blank wall.”

No sooner had he finished saying that then there was a mechanical sound of an automated door opening. Her partner let out a curse and ran forward, Marinette hot on his heels.

“He slammed some button on the wall and ran into a secret passage. We can’t let him get away!”

Several traps were sprung in Hawkmoth’s wake, but all of them were dispatched with ease. They were so hyper focused that the trap would barely have time to open it before they either smashed it to pieces or bypassed it entirely. Did Hawkmoth really think they would be able to slow them down that much?

They entered into another wide open space, but this one was significantly different than the empty observatory that the supervillain had fled. There were plants growing down here, kept alive by the warm glow of light from above. Fluttering between the vines and flowers were even more of the butterflies, with gently pulsing cocoons hanging from the leaves and stems. The feature that drew their attention was the large chamber that almost looked like a mechanical sarcophagus.

A sarcophagus that had an occupant that she only recognized from pictures and paintings, who had been gone from her partner’s life long before Marinette showed up in it. She looked into Emilie Agreste’s face and felt a chill run down her spine.

Hawkmoth stood at the base of the sarcophagus, a determined sneer on his face as he turned back towards them. It seemed that he was done running - in sight of his (late?) wife was where he intended to make his final stand.

Her partner seemed far worse for wear. He stood, transfixed as he gawked at the woman who might as well be sleeping for all she knew. His eyes were distant and blank, his body frozen as the world turned around him. She had to pull him back with her yoyo when it became clear he wasn’t going to block Hawkmoth’s cane as he came crashing towards him.

As she settled into a fighting stance, yoyo twirling into a shield, she heard her boyfriend muttering, “All this time… she was right here…”

Her heart broke, but she didn’t have time to comfort him as she locked into a duel with Hawkmoth. Despite his newfound determination, he was still tired from their earlier struggle and she was at the top of her game. Her only problem was that she didn’t have the advantage in such close quarters. Keeping him at arm’s length was about all she could do without her partner.

Her concentration slipped and Hawkmoth swept her legs. He was just about to swing his cane down at her when he was knocked off his feet as well by Chat Noir’s extending baton.

“You bastard!” Chat Noir shouted as he barreled towards his father, swinging madly in his fury.

Marinette rolled to her feet and helped her partner. Between the two of them, Hawkmoth could barely block every other hit and even that was pushing it. He was slipping, hits were landing, and there wasn’t much longer he’d be able to take this and keep standing. One last solid strike from Chat’s baton sent the older man tumbling across the room. He managed to pull himself up to a kneeling position.

“It’s over, Gabriel. You’ve lost.”

With his head still bowed he started laughing. “No. The miraculous bends to my will, and I have power to spare.”

A black-purple aura surrounded him, hiding him from view, as the two of them watched in shock. Something less than human began to take shape beneath the swirling energy as Marinette realized that somehow… Hawkmoth had learned how to akumatize himself.

[zoe-oneesama]

I'm still bitter over the Lila vs Marinette treatment in Volpina, from Adrien but also from the fandom. The show portrayed Ladybug as the worse person ever for exposing Lila harshly for her lies while Lila, more or less, got away. Even Adrien was only disappointed in LB, while just accepted that Lila lied to him. And the same goes to the fandom. Many criticised LB for being clouded by her jealousy, while poor Lila got humiliated...Can't wait for next episode's mess..

I was fine with Adrien calling Ladybug out when she went all out on Lila. Yeah she had it coming but wow, LB, that was a lot. And it took a lot of courage to stand up to the person he’s in love with. I could admire that (if he would do it only when she deserved it and also did it to Chloe or Gabriel or any of the other people that deSERVE–)

I was even fine with the fandom not being a fan of that moment. Again, it was a lot. Marinette was her worst in this moment, and in hindsight, could’ve handled this in 20 better ways.

But wow. After that moment. JFC.

I hated that Chat Noir was dismissive of Ladybug being suspicious (wow is this a theme Ladybug/Marinette’s bffs just brushing her off even when she’s fucking right?). You fight people in masks for a living. Volpina’s powers (flight? stopping a meteor with your bare hands?) are fundamentally different from theirs. She came out of nowhere and her first words are dismissing your partner as unnecessary. Why AREN’T you suspicious of her?

Before I would’ve said “Oh Adrien just saw her blow up on Lila, maybe he’s still shaken and thinks Ladybug is off?” But the more I thought about it, no! He should’ve been MORE suspicious beCAUSE of this! Lila was just humiliated, after she claimed to be a fox super hero and was caught lying, that is the PERFECT SET UP for an akuma!

So basically, Chat/Adrien spent the rest of the episode being weirdly untrusting of his beloved partner and it bit him in the ass, congrats, LB was right, you’re an idiot. (Also way to be a wuss with even admitting to a fucking Akuma that you didn’t go on a date. I thought your spine was supposed to grow in the womb, not when you’re fucking 15.)

And Lila’s lies were definitely not given the levity they deserved. It’s up to individual perception whether or not the lies Lila told in school were a nervous new girl just trying to get people to like her or if it’s a sly mean girl making a pecking order by making herself out to be better than her peers. That’s speculation and interpretation. 

But claiming to be friends with a superhero? Is fucking DANGEROUS! Hawkmoth could come after you or your friends or your family! You are putting yourself in the line of fire! And even without it being true, HM putting a civilian in danger or taking one hostage is going to be a crutch on the duo. Whether it’s protecting her or trying to rescue her without getting her hurt, they are going to be crippled by her being in danger.

And then claiming to be a superhero yourself? And exposing that secret to an innocent civilian?! Everything I just said, but about Adrien. By involving Adrien in your lie, you are endangering him, you are saying “I don’t care about your safety I just want your admiration and attention.” What if Adrien was kidnapped and held for Lila’s “miraculous”? And then, whoops, Lila doesn’t HAVE one? How do you intend to get Adrien out of danger?

That’s what I would probably do with a rewrite, one, Adrien would be more suspicious because 1. Lila claims to be friends with LB but then talks about how she’s not THAT great, 2. She’s telling a civilian about being a superhero when she SHOULDN’T be doing so 3. If Ladybug knew her, he would know her too as Chat Noir.  

And Ladybug would come at Lila, not in a “Heard you were serving a dish of big fat LIES” but in a “Are you crazy, lying about knowing me could jeopardize me, my partner, and your entire life, DON’T say that sort of thing again!”’

The good thing is, when we compare Marinette now and Marinette from then, you can see *gasp* growth! She’s learned! So I still think Volpina has a lot of merit, plus wow an actually dangerous foe what a concept.

[ao3bronte]

Smutember: Multiple Partners

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9: Multiple Partners

They're three days into their school district's spring break when it happens.

Le Papillon, for all his ups and downs, could certainly deliver when he wanted to. Marinette almost wondered if he created silly and easily defeatable akuma from time to time just to lull them into a false sense of security, because this?

This one was a doozy.

He's never been known for having more than one akuma on the go but Le Papillon has certainly outdone himself this time. On top of Le Tireur and last week's La Pharmacienne, the corrupt Miraculous wielder has somehow managed to keep those two going whilst simultaneously akumatizing a pair of twins at once.

"We are Gemini!" They shriek in tandem, mirroring each other's incantation as they made about sixteen copies of themselves. Marinette exchanges a glance with Chat and wishes she had the power to do the same.

"How on earth are we going to manage this one?” she asks, fiddling with the yoyo in her hands, “Two against thirty plus…not the best odds.”

“We’ll do as we’ve always done M’Lady,” he replies, taking one of her hands in his and offering a squeeze, “Achieve the impossible.”

Well, when he puts it like that…

Marinette grins and returns the squeeze, setting her sights back on the growing crowd of akumatised copies. With yoyo and baton in hand, the two of them jump in guns a-blazing and knock out a fair few of them before getting overwhelmed.

“How many do you think there are?” she pants, taking one down with a swift kick to the solar plexus.

“Too many,” he grunts back, spinning his baton and striking two copies at once, “We’ve got to come up with a better plan.”

“Sounds good to me,” she replies, ducking beneath his basic sweep so she could wrap a hand around his waist. She flings her yoyo out towards the nearest balcony and wrenches them upwards, getting them out of harms way for the moment.

“What’s Plan B then?” he says, dropping out of her grasp. They watch as the twin in pink presses the butts of her palms together and aims a burst of energy at the other, effectively replicating the opposite twin. The twin in blue repeats the motion and Marinette suddenly has an idea.

“They can replicate each other but not themselves,” she muses, tapping her chin in thought, “If one of us can get close enough to them, maybe we can intercept the blast and—”

“I love this plan!” Chat claps his hands together, eyes alight, “I have always wanted a clone.”

Marinette raises a brow, “Is that so?”

“Mmhmm,” he replies, “Think of all the things you can get done with a clone! I mean, the clone could go to work and school and then I could be Chat Noir all the time!”

“I can think of other things I’d rather do…” Marinette says before she can stop herself. Chat stares at her agog for a moment before she brushes him off and points back down at the mass of akuma down below, “Come on, let’s get moving.”

“M’Lady,” he breathes, still looking at her as if she holds all the world’s secrets. Marinette just rolls her eyes and pushes him closer to the edge.

“Whoever gets close first takes the hit. It shouldn’t be to difficult if we make enough of a fuss. Let’s go!”

The two of them quickly go careening off the building and into the pile of vicious twins with a bone to pick, doing their best to fight their way over to the original set. Their pace is painstaking slow to be sure, but with the two of them working together as well as they do, their tandem attacks seem to eventually hit the spot. She’s volleying a series of punches when she sees an opening and juts her chin at Chat, signalling his chance.

“Go!” she cries, and Chat doesn’t need to be told twice. He dives into the line of fire and suddenly…

…there are three Chats.

Marinette pauses and thankfully the rest of the clones do the same, although not for the same reasons. While the twins scream in anguish at being played by their own fiddle, Marinette is trying not to imagine the possibilities of having two Chats under her influence, let alone three of them.

They make quick work of the twins after that, the three seemingly indomitable pack of Chat Noirs obliterating the rest of the clones so that Marinette can focus on the twins themselves. She backs them up in a corner and manages to get one of their toques off their heads, ripping the hat in two and releasing the butterfly within. She captures and purifies the creature before setting her sights on the other, all too aware of her Miraculous beeping incessantly in her ear.

“M'Lady.”

She spins and takes in the sight of them.

One is leaning against the railing of the staircase, smiling impishly at her. The other idly spins his baton in his hand before holstering it, winking and licking his lips. The third bites his tongue and eyes her top to bottom, his gaze exposing every filthy thing running through his mind.

Putain de ta race.

“Chat?” Marinette’s felt arousal before but never quite as sudden and intense as this, “I have to recharge before I can capture the other akuma.”

“Of course M’Lady,” all three of them respond in chorus, prowling towards her, “Shall we save this one for later?”

Marinette gulps as she turns her attention back to the remaining akuma, throwing her yoyo and effectively binding it within the unbreakable string. Ignoring the unmistakable pounding between her thighs, she looks down at the purified twin holding his head and places her hand on his shoulder, “Are you all right?”

The man groans, “What happened?”

“You were akumatised,” she replies simply, desperately trying not to pay attention the three Chats standing behind her, “Your sister is still akumatised but I can’t purify her until I can recharge my power.”

The twin nods and stumbles upright, “What can I do?”

“I’ll stay here and keep them company,” one of the Chats volunteers, smiling easily at Marinette and the male twin, “I’m sure Ladybug won’t keep us waiting too long.”

Marinette glances at the two Chats standing behind her and then back at the twin and his struggling sister, “Are you sure?”

“We’ll ménage just fine M’Lady. Off you go.”

Marinette gulps.

"I'll be back as soon as I'm finished," she assures the man, watching as he tries to shake away the drowsiness. She gives the Chat clone a hard look for the pun before leaping onto the nearest rooftop balcony that’s hidden from sight, confident that the two remaining Chats would be following close behind.

She stops and leans against the balcony's railing and tries to ignore the giant lounging cushion littering the deck and its possibilities, “Which one of you is the real one?”

"Me,” the one on the left responds, running his fingers through his hair. The other sneaks in behind her and begins suckling on the exposed skin of her neck, leaving tiny marks to pepper her skin, “What do you say Ladybug? Just you and me and Chat, up here on the rooftops. Think of all the possibilities.”

“Yes,” she breathes hoarsely, throwing her head back, “Close your eyes so I can detransform.”

“As you wish,” the two of them say at once and Marinette’s never released her form so quickly in her life, thankful that she’s remembered her mask this time. She tosses her purse to the side, stuffed to the brim with cookies baked earlier this afternoon, and slips the mask over her ponytails. She lets him know she’s covered before affording him the same courtesy and when she opens her eyes, the real Chat has transformed back to his civilian self while the clone remains in his Miraculous form, standing side by side.

“Fuck me.” Yeesh.

Chat turns to his doppelganger and grins, “Shall we?”

They advance on her, the clone making quick work of her jeans while the real one captures her lips and kisses her, scraping his nails against her spine. She squirms as the clone pushes her jeans down her thighs and guides her feet out of the fabric pooling beneath her, freeing them completely.

“What do you think M’Lady?” Chat purrs against her skin, “Should he fuck you while I kiss you senseless? The decision is yours.”

Marinette can’t help the way her hands make their way to her core, skimming against the cotton and lace, “I want you two to kiss.”

The real Chat’s eyes widen behind the toy mask, his mouth parting to make the perfect O. He looks down at his clone and makes eye contact briefly before staring back at Marinette, “What?”

Marinette feels emboldened by his surprise, happily gaining the upper hand, “Kiss each other. I want to watch.”

Chat considers for a moment, his expression uncertain.

“Please?”

That word seems to break his resolve, shaking him out of his reverie. His clone gets back to his feet and Chat closes the gap between them, taking a deep breath before pressing his lips to his. Marinette collapses down onto the mattress sized cushion and thanks every deity in the sky for giving her this moment to fuel her dreams for the next twenty years. She slips her fingers beneath the waistband of her panties and presses her fingers against her clit, entirely unsurprised to find herself sopping wet.

She moans and the sound seems to spur them, egging on their performance further, the two boys pressing ever closer. Their kiss gains an aggressive edge, all teeth and claws and hard angles as they begin to devour each other, their fingers and tongues waging war. The real Chat reaches down and grinds against his counterpart, relishing in the sweet friction against their thighs.

“Chat!”

Marinette's orgasm comes out of nowhere and she falls back against the cushion, her body and legs contorted in ecstasy. The Chats break apart to watch her and the real Chat wastes no time in stripping his clothes off as she quivers around her fingers, milking the last waves of her orgasm. He comes up behind her then just as the clone crawls between her legs, their lips wet and swollen and eager to please.

Beckoning her to her knees, the clone strips her of her top and panties as the real Chat caresses the planes of her abdomen from behind her, latching onto the hollow behind her jaw. He sucks and nibbles her to a frenzy as she tries to get her bearings, thighs still wobbly from what would have to go down as the fastest orgasm in her personal history. The Chat in front of her unclips her bra and immediately goes to town on her chest, pinching and lapping and tugging ever so gently with his teeth, watching her face all the while.

The Chat behind her grips her hips and tugs her hair, enticing her body to arch as much as possible, her head and ass jutting backwards in a perfect curve. She grits her teeth in anticipation as he rubs his cock against her folds, seeking entrance and when he slowly languidly finally sinks into her it feels incredible.

“Yes…” she hisses as he pulls out, teasing her with his tip before thrusting hard, ramming her forward into Chat’s waiting mouth. He skims her stomach and sides with his fingernails as he continues to tease her nipples and reaches down between her legs, tracing her lips and scraping her thighs. Every thrust drives another moan through her lips, his rhythm eager and consistent, decadently unrestrained.

The Chat in front of her grazes her clit and the pressure pulls her body taut, overwhelming her senses. Keeping his hand between her thighs, he uses the other to pull her hair back, capturing her lips in a sloppy embrace. The one behind captures her breasts with his palms and kneads them, clipping her nipples between the pads of his fingers with every thrust and god, it fells like she’s being consumed, like she can’t tell where one Chat ends and where the other begins, sandwiched between them in some hedonistic ritual that’s driving her crazy and oh, oh, oh…!

He swallows her screams with his mouth and she tampers his screams with her shoulder and at least two of the three of them reach a crescendo of pleasure together, glorious and with abandon, and she feels him come inside of her and she feels him tweak her clit and fuck, fuck! she’s coming again and it’s even more powerful than before, knocking her right out of her body and into some celestial headspace because fuck, it feels like she’s gone and died in the best way possible, floating and quaking and ah!

Some minutes later the three of them attempt to come to, sprawled and sated on the cushion like some Renaissance painting, self indulgent and utterly debauched. It’s only when a tiny voice makes itself known somewhere to their left that Marinette tries to sit up and take it all in.

“Ladybug, if uh…if you’re about done now, I’m ready to transform!”

Marinette nods and blinks owlishly, looking back down at the two Chats still slouched against the cushion, smirking in unison.

Akuma or no, this was by far the best day of her life.

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Hey, I loved your Miraculous Ladybug sickfic and I was wondering if you were going to write more. If you can write more, then maybe make a pukey sickfic when Adrien claims that he feels fine, but he's not.

Aww, I got a request ^_^ Here you go. Hope I did the prompt justice for you! One Pukey, stubborn little cat coming right up.

Never responded to an ask before so hopefully this posts right.

Adrien had been looking forward to the class trip for weeks now. It had taken days of begging and some slight assistance from Natalie to make his father sign the permission slip and he was elated for his first ever class trip. Adrien didn’t care that it was for Biology class to study and classify the plants for their end of term papers. It was still a trip away from the city and an experience he hadn’t had yet.

When Adrien had woken up that morning with his stomach in a flutter and a swaying dizziness to his stride he’d pushed it off as excitement. It was completely ignorable as he chatted with his friends and boarded the bus for the near two hour ride to the edges of the city. It wasn’t until the first hour into the ride that the nervous fluttering began growing heavier and Adrien started wondering if maybe he was in trouble. A flush of heat rose to his cheeks as the bus thudded over a bump in the rural terrain and he swallowed.

“Dude, you ok? You got quiet,” Nino asked and leaned forward to get a better look at his friend. Adrien smiled and waved a hand at Nino. No, he wasn’t sick. Not today. It was just a little carsickness at worst.

“Sorry, just spaced out. I’m fine,” he said and ignored the look his group was giving him.

“Are you sure? You’re a little pale,” Marinette ventured quietly and Adrien suddenly felt guilty for worrying his friends like that. He ignored the way his stomach burbled under his hand and smiled brighter, pulling out all the acting chops he had.

“Of course. Thanks for worrying, but I’m fine,” he reassured her. Marinette blushed brightly and clutched her bag to her chest for the rest of the ride. Nino and Alya exchanged knowing looks to each other that Adrien missed as he settled against the window and tried to focus on his breathing to keep his stomach settled.

It didn’t work.

By the time they finally pulled up to the parks information center his stomach was churning dangerously. A hollow feeling had grown in his chest and he was focusing very intently on walking straight as they made their way off the bus. Standing was only making it worse. A heaviness was settling in his stomach, making him feel bloated and very, very nauseas. Another minute of standing while their project was explained and he knew he was in a losing battle trying to swallow the sickness down and he was in danger of throwing up.

The heat rose to his cheeks again with a barely suppressed hiccough. He could feel the burn rising in his chest and started to panic. If he got sick they’d no doubt turn the whole class back around. He couldn’t let that happen. He swallowed stiffly and braced himself to open his mouth, nudging Nino and doing his best to keep his smile casual.

“Hey, I’m gonna go to the bathroom real quick,” he whispered, “Let me know what I miss.” He must have been convincing enough because Nino didn’t question it as he hurried off to the public bathroom stalls a little ways away from the group. He tried not to look like he was in a hurry but each step had his stomach bouncing into his throat and by the time he’d reached the entrance to the building he was afraid his next gag was going to bring his stomach with it.

Once he was safely hidden from public eye he bolted into one of the stalls and locked the door behind him. He barely had time to lean over the toilet before his stomach convulsed and he gagged sharply. That was all it took for his breakfast to make a violent reappearance into the bowl. He clutched the tank of the toilet to keep himself from crumbling to the dirty floor as a second gag brought up another wave with a sickening splatter as it hit the water. He barely noticed the tiny paw patting his shoulder before finally caving to his shaking knees to sink down and pant over the bowl tiredly.

The thought of being so close to his mess and the dirty floor forced a weak surge of bile up his throat but after that things seemed to calm down. He spat into the bowl and cleaned his mouth off before sitting back on his knees and rubbing the aching pit that was his stomach in hopes it would stay settled. Once he felt sure that it wasn’t going to be making any more trouble he pushed himself up and over to the sink to wash his mouth out.

He glanced in the mirror, frowning at the waxy paleness of his cheeks and the beads of sweat along his hairline. He took a deep breath and splashed his face a few times to try and bring the color back.  

“You look horrible, Adrien. You should tell your friends. They’ll probably let you sleep on the bus and then you can do nothing all day.”

“I’m ok, Plagg. I feel better now,” Adrien coughed at the acid in his throat and pulled out his water bottle to take a swig. He did feel better. Not good, but better. He wasn’t going to be sick again at least. Maybe that was all he’d needed and now his stomach could settle and he could enjoy the rest of their field trip.

“This is a bad idea. You’re sick,” Plagg reasoned but didn’t have a chance to argue anymore before voices started drifting in from the door and he hid back in Adrien’s bag. The blonde took another large breath and casually strolled back out before his classmates could file in.

“You must have really needed to go. That took forever,” Nino smirked as Adrien joined them again and blushed.

“N-Nino!” he groaned, hitting his friend’s arm while Alya groaned at how disgusting boys could be. Marinette kept a lingering eye on Adrien, not commenting about the glassy look in his eyes and slight flush to his cheeks. She wasn’t fooled at all and knew something was wrong, but if Adrien wanted to ignore it she felt wrong calling him out.

The groups had four hours to explore the forrest. The only restriction was to not cross the lake in the center of the forrest and to check in at the two hour mark with the progress up until that point. Other than that the students had free reign over the forrest and they all took advantage of it. They split up into different directions, each group hoping to outdo the other on their finds.

This is what Adrien had been looking forward to as he split off with Alya, Nino, and Marinette. He was still woozy as they slipped under the cool canopy of leaves but his stomach had settled back to a nervous flutter and he was honestly convinced the worst was over.

He was very wrong.

Adrien slowly kept up pace behind the group. The nervous flutter had progressed back to a heavy, sinking feeling in his stomach. A steady chill had also settled in his spine and he was trying as hard as he could not to shiver. He couldn’t ruin this trip for his friends. He just couldn’t.

“Girl, we’re going to have the best illustrations of the whole class!” Alya giggled as she peered over Marinette’s shoulder while she sketched the leaves of their latest find for documentation. Marinette blushed and shook her head.

“You could do some too,” she laughed as she tried to push the pencil into Alya’s hand who backed away, arms in the air and waving her camera.

“No way. You draw, I take pictures. That’s the deal.”

“And we sit back and find leaves,” Nino grinned, nudging Adrien’s side, oblivious to his friends suffering. Alya huffed and tugged his arm back.

“No, you take notes and go through the book to tell us what we’re finding,” she clarified and showed a groaning Nino her picture to find in the book he was holding. Adrien chuckled and side-stepped the arguing couple to look for anymore plants they might have missed in their area. His steps were stiff and calculated as he tried not to sway or look as tired as he felt. The light-headedness had only grown.

A sickening wave a vertigo washed over him then and he reached a hand out to steady himself on a tree trunk, the other arm circling his stomach and mentally chanting to not be sick. The way his stomach raged under his palm he could imagine it’s contents sloshing as it washed up the back of his throat dangerously.

“Adrien?”

He jumped and looked over to see Marinette hovered over his shoulder. He wasn’t sure when he’d sunk down to a crouch. She placed a hand on his shoulder, leaning down a little closer.

“Are you sure you’re ok? You haven’t been yourself since we got off the bus.”

“Yeah. I was just looking at this flower. Do we have it yet?” he smiled and tried as hard as he could to focus on Marinette as his world tilted and his stomach groaned again. He swallowed and pressed the back of his hand to his mouth to try and hide a barely suppressed gag. He rubbed at his nose to try and mask the move as Marinette flipped to a page in her sketchbook with the flower and Adrien frowned a little.

“You pointed out the last one…” she said, eyeing him carefully. Adrien swallowed and looked away, rubbing his neck.

“Oh, guess I did. I forgot.”

Marinette looked ready to say something else until Nino cut her off, whining about lunch time. Adrien perked up for the distraction, though the thought of food wasn’t appealing in the slightest.

“Oh yeah. You brought lunch today, right Marinette?” he smiled and she sighed. He was safe for now.

“Yup. Mom helped. Curried chicken salad on croissants. I brought some cookies too,” she spoke and began to dig around in her backpack to pull out the containers and a blanket for them to sit on.

“You never do anything half way, do you?” Alya laughed while helping to spread the blanket out for them. Adrien sighed before covering his mouth when a sudden hiccough jolted his stomach. He winced at the sting of acid in the back of his throat while the swirling pit in his stomach seemed to double its efforts. He stayed still and closed his eyes. It was all he could do to try and keep his stomach where it was and it still wasn’t enough. He swallowed back a another gag, starting to panic as he stood up and hurried away as far as he could. He could make an excuse later as long as no one saw.

He hid behind a tree and crouched down, gripping his stomach as his body stiffened and he made a horrible choking sound in the back of his throat. He’d made the right choice. Plagg popped out of his bag again, rubbing his little paws at Adrien’s spine.

“Just breath, kid,” he said almost kindly and Adrien shook his head, gagging again and leaning over.

“C-Can’t…Hhuurrp!” He doubled over as he finally brought up a mouthful of liquid. He panted briefly before another wave took him by surprise, a vice gripping his stomach as it forced out whatever had been left in his stomach. He knew he needed to get back to his friends before they came looking for him but he couldn’t move. He vomited again and tried to back away from the growing puddle of sick.

He felt horrible. The nausea wouldn’t leave the back of his throat and his head was swimming again. The world spun and he was afraid he might fall face first into his own sick but a warm hand caught his shoulders and steadied him.

“Oh man. He’s really sick…”

“We’ll go get the teacher. Wait here. Or… at the blanket… just stay where we can find you!” Alya ordered before her and Nino hurried off out of the forrest. Adrien groaned and closed his eyes, wishing it hadn’t come to this. His stomach lurched again and he coughed up another mouthful of bile. A larger hand than Plagg’s was rubbing up his spine gently, the other holding his shoulder.

He covered his mouth and looked at Marinette, trying to steady himself and his aching stomach.

“Sorry. I’m f-fine. You don’t need to -hic- get the teacher,” he moaned. “I’ll be fine.”

“You’re not fine, Adrien. You’re sick and you need to rest. Why didn’t you say you were feeling so bad?” Adrien wanted to answer but his body had other priorities; like punishing him for pushing himself so long. His muscles contracted again and he turned away just in time to avoid spewing all over the poor girl trying to help him. He didn’t think there could possibly be anything left in his system but he was wrong.

Marinette’s hold moved from his shoulder to wrap an arm around his chest to keep him from falling forward. She could feel the way his body stiffened before another wave of sick and shuddered at unproductive gags threatening to pull Adrien’s stomach inside out until there really was nothing left. Marinette led him back over to the blanket to lay down once it seemed safe and handed him a cup of water from the thermos. Adrien sipped at it carefully.

“Better?” she asked hesitantly and Adrien nodded.

“Y-yeah. Better,” he swallowed and put the water down, curling back over his stomach pitifully. Marinette frowned and shifted closer again, warm hands back in place and slowly stroking up and down his spine.

“When did you get so stubborn? You’re not ok. Let me help?” she asked and nudged him to get Adrien to rest his head on her lap and let his arms be brushed away from his stomach. “Is it only nausea or does your stomach hurt?” she asked and pressed her palm over the angry mass as it gurgled and she felt the muscles tense.

“Both…” he finally admitted as Marinette started stroking her fingers lightly against his aching belly. He sighed and let his eyes flutter closed as the gentle feeling relaxed his muscles again and eased up the need to eject any remaining stomach contents.

“You’ll be ok, Adrien,” she said quietly. Adrien smiled tiredly and closed his eyes at the warm touch. He was exhausted and more than happy at the moment to lay there for the rest of the afternoon. Laying down was wonderful for his dizziness and Marinette’s hand were amazing on his stomach. He wished he’d said something sooner.

“I didn’t want to ruin the trip,” he mumbled.

“What?” she asked.

“Why I didn’t say anything before. I didn’t want to ruin the trip,” he sighed and looked up at Marinette pathetically. She shook her head and brushed the blonde bangs away from Adrien’s eyes.

“You didn’t ruin anything. If you’re feeling bad you need to tell us so we can help you.”

“I get that now,” he smiled. “Sorry.”

“Just feel better. For real this time,” she smiled back, moving her hand to Adrien’s stomach again and resuming her tummy rub until Alya and Nino were able to come back with the teacher.

She might have wished that they could have taken a little longer.