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Well it really isn't it's just like anchoring a parachute except your moving object is the Earth and not yourself ther are lines in this story that just keep tugging away at you after losing your love to the treachery of a jealous witch hmF! Sorry, my intent was not to stubivkzny ah, I mean stQrb? b you

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jetbootcollection · 7 years

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A Hero’s Vacation

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Characters: Marinette/Ladybug, Adrien/Chat Noir, Alya, OC(s)

Summary: A hero from another city comes to Paris.

Tags: Fluff, Self-Indulgent Fluff, No Romance (for canon characters), Gratuitous use of OCs, Headcanons abound

Words: 6575

Chapters: 1/?

Chapter 2>>

Marinette was lucky to live right next to the school she attended. Not because it was across the street, but because it was selective. Every student there had a passion and the potential to excel. And while the school was not picky when it came to the subject, they made it clear that the degree of commitment to each student’s chosen career was paramount. ‘The road to success can lead anywhere’ was engraved into a gold plaque that hung on the wall of the headmaster’s office, and would be printed on banners that were put up during exam weeks.

Which is why, far from the first time, Marinette thanked her lucky stars that she had managed to hold it together long enough to present her design portfolio at the end of a lengthy application process. Looking around the courtyard, she saw musicians, programmers, painters, even mechanics. Not to mention the hottest teen model in France and longtime crush, Adrien. Her best friend Alya had gotten in with her passion for journalism. Chloe, as insufferable as she may be, had her sights set on parliament and had the skills to make it there. Even Lila the pathological liar was a published author, though few of her classmates believed her until she brought forth a sizable sample of her work to prove it.

So when Marinette walked into class and saw an unfamiliar face standing at the front of the room, she knew he had to be good at whatever it was he did.

“Has he introduced himself yet?” she asked Alya as she sat down.

“Not yet. But he’s been watching everyone come in, in perfect silence. Kinda creepy if you ask me.” Alya was the kind of girl that weighted a person based on what they said and how they said it. People that didn’t talk must be hiding something. Some secret she would have to dig up.

Marinette turned forward to see the boy and jumped a little when he was looking right at her. He gave a forgiving smile, lifting his hand to make a gesture to say he had not been offended before turning his attention elsewhere.

“Alya! That was rude.”

“I thought I was being quiet! Not even Nino should have been able to hear that!” Alya defended with a hint of panic. If there was a skill she was proud of, it was her ability to talk to her best friend in class or livestream breaking Ladybug news from an active battle without being heard.

“Hear what?” Nino asked, spinning around on his bench in front of the girls.

“Nothing!” the two said in unison.

Marinette looked back to the silent boy. What was this guy’s talent? His simple collared shirt and slacks suggested a more intellectual field of study. He wore a sleek metal pin that looked like a feather on his collar but had no other accessories. Nothing really stood out about him physically except for a pair of slightly oversized eyes. Miss Bustier pulled her attention away before she could formulate a guess.

“Good morning, class. Today we have a new student joining us. Amoux, would you please tell us about yourself?”

The boy stepped forward without a hint of nervousness.

“I am Amoux Grégoire. I was born in France but have been overseas for years many…um, many years, I mean. With my talents of observation, I wish to be a therapist someday. Patience with me as I relearning French.” He was clearly out of practice, speaking in fluent but disjointed sentences.

Out of the corner of her eye Marinette could see Alya shrink into her seat as she realized just how rude she had been. Chloe took it upon herself to surpass her.

“What good’s a therapist that can’t speak French?” She said in that snide tone she takes whenever she wants to get a rise out of someone. Adrien was about to come Amoux’s aid when the boy defended himself with surprising grace.

“A good listener.” He said simply, calmly walking past Chloe without even looking her in the face on his way to the empty seat next to Ivan. Miss Bustier gave him a proud smile for not taking the bait and turned to begin writing the day’s assignment on the board.

“I wish I could shut Chloe down like that.” Marinette whispered. Chloe had her eyes closed and nose turned up as if still waiting for a response.

“Well I’m going to apologize at lunch, so you should come with me and get some pointers.”

“Now remember, your homework for tonight is question four on page sixty. I want a full explanation of the triple point of water, why or why not it exists, and a hand drawn graph of temperature versus concentration to justify your reasoning.” Ms. Mendeleiev bookended her lecture.

As the bell rang to let them out of Chemistry, Alya walked after Amoux with Marinette in tow, catching up to him at the base of the stairs that led down to the courtyard. He looked confused as to where to go next.

“Something wrong, Amoux?” Alya asked.

“Is there no lunchroom?” He asked in return, puzzled by the students leaving through the front entrance.

“Lunchroom? No, no. Students go home to eat during the lunch break.” Alya said, trying to her hardest to not sound condescending. She had flubbed her first impression and didn’t want to make it worse by answering what she thought was an obvious question.

“Oh…I had not planned this. I live far.” He said with a worried look, a hand absently resting on his stomach.

“Why not join us at my bakery? Wouldn’t want you to go hungry over an honest mistake.” Marinette offered.

Amoux lit up and could not find the words to thank her, so he nodded with a thankful smile instead.

A quick walk across the street, an apology from Alya for calling Amoux creepy that was accepted readily, and pushing through the lunch rush later, Marinette led them up to her living room with a basket of bread under her arm. The three of them sat down to the muffled noises of the busy bakery below them.

Over the first bite of her roll, Alya checked the Ladyblog out of habit. She scrolled the news feeds for a few seconds before putting her phone down.

“Been awhile since the last akuma attack. You think Hawkmoth finally ran out of butterflies?”

Amoux slowly turned to face Alya with a look of confusion written on his face. What she had just said sounded insane to him.

“A-Akuma? What is this? And butterflies?”

“OH, right.” Alya quickly flipped through her phone to find an artist’s rendition of an akuma butterfly and some pictures of their victims.

“There is a supervillain here in Paris named Hawkmoth that sends out these dark butterflies to take advantage of people’s negative emotions to turn them into his minions. But don’t worry. We’ve got superheroes to take care of it, and everything gets fixed in the end.” She explained, showing before and after photos of various monuments going from rubble to pristine.

When Alya’s impromptu slideshow came to pictures of Chat Noir and Ladybug, Amoux seemed to recognize them.

“They look of heroes in Seattle. Expect ours are a… salmon and… deer? No, moose! We had an eagle hero, but he left.” Remembering the names of animals was difficult, though some were easier than others.

Alya nearly exploded at the news.

“THERE ARE MORE SUPERHEROES! EEEEEEEHEHEHE!” She couldn’t help herself, needing to run around the room a bit to calm down.

“What happened to the Eagle?” Marinette asked, trying to be heard over the bakery noise and her friend’s fangirling without yelling. It was not an easy balance to strike.

“He said he was needed elsewhere. In a new sky, he said.” Amoux seemed almost saddened by his own words, as if describing a lost friend. Before Marinette could even think of asking more, Alya all but threw herself between them.

“WOULDN’T IT BE COOL IF HE CAME TO PARIS!? THIS EAGLE GUY COULD TEAM UP WITH LADYBUG AND KICK MAJOR-“

“ALYA! Calm down.”

It was a few nights later when the next akuma showed up. Marinette had a custom text alert on her phone for when an akuma was spotted, and when it went off in the middle of doing her homework she bookmarked her text book and put her spots on as soon as she stood up. Four more steps and she was already out the window in one fluid motion. A quick toss of her yo-yo to her favorite chimney and she was off.

Running along a roof top to quickly check exactly where she was going on her communicator, Chat Noir jumped to her side out of the night.

“I’ll save you the search, bugaboo. It’s in the river.”

“Thanks, kitty.” She relied a little dryer than she wanted.

“You wound me, My Lady. ‘Hello Chat, it’s been a while. I’ve missed you so much.’ Nothing?” The boy’s impression of her was superb, if a little mocking. Ladybug rolled her eyes as she jumped to the next roof.

“Alright, I might have missed you a little. It’s only been…” She had honestly lost track.

“Three weeks.” Chat finished for her, extending his staff to vault across a large plaza.

Arriving at the bridge that led to the base of the Eifel Tower, the pair have no trouble finding the giant mass of green slime oozing up the river. Garbage of all kinds could be seen floating inside the transparent goo.

“Maybe we should stretch first. Wouldn’t want to pull a muscle just because we’ve been on vacation.”

“Nothing’s working! The akuma could be in anything!” Ladybug called to Chat after coming back from her third transformation of the night.

She had used Lucky Charm twice now, and both times the item produced had gotten stuck in the slime without doing anything useful. How was a pie plate or a water bottle supposed to help in the first place?

“Could we freeze it?” Chat called back, swatting away a slimy tentacle with his staff. He had tried Cataclysm during his first transformation, but the slime was not solid enough for the effect to spread.

“Something that big would take days to-“

Ladybug was interrupted by a sharp whistling sound flying past her. Whatever it was imbedded itself in the slime creature just deep enough to skewer an oddly purple banana peel. The slime dissolved in a wave of light, leaving behind a black butterfly. Never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, Ladybug captured and purified the akuma.

Chat went off to fish an apologetic janitor out of the river. Ladybug set to retrieving the two failed Charms from the garbage that was still raining down, finding the arrow that had saved the day along the way. She repaired the broken bridge and the damage caused by the flooding, but couldn’t help but wonder who or what had helped them.

“How did you do that?” Chat asked, looking at the totally not red and black polka dot arrow while ringing the water out of his tail.

“It wasn’t me.” Ladybug looked off into the distance where the arrow must have come from. There were no buildings to be seen in that direction, only the river and the night sky.

Convinced they were not going to find the answer tonight, the two were just about to leave when they heard a voice overhead.

“Well aren’t you fancy, patchin’ all that up.”

Looking up they saw a young man with wings for arms, flapping to slow his descent to them. He wore a white mask much like theirs, but with a yellow piece that covered his nose and kept going to form a beak. His costume resembled a wrestler’s outfit colored with simple bands of red, white, and blue. A bow was slung on his back and a quiver on his hip. But what stood out the most was that anywhere there should have been skin, he was covered with short fluffy feathers.

“Sorry it took so long to get over here. Shot that from two miles out, and I couldn’t find a good thermal to ride. Name’s Eagle, by the way.” He looked and sounded American but spoke perfect French.

The two of them were not sure what to make of him. Of what they knew of the Miraculous from Master Fu, all of them should be in France, if not Paris itself. How did a foreigner get his hands on one? Speaking of hands, his transformation was so complete that he didn’t have them.

Not wanting to be rude or jump to conclusions about this new Miraculous holder, Ladybug introduced herself and her partner.

“I’m Ladybug, and this is Chat Noir. What brings you to Paris?”

“Um. Hmm…” Eagle stalled for time, trying to come up with an answer. He had jumped into the fight without really thinking, and was so impressed by the red girl’s ability to repair the damaged city that he just had to say hello.

“No reason, really. Just wanted to stretch my wings, see the world. But it looks to me like you rookies could use the help. I might just stick around to lend a talon.” Eagle continued to flap his wings to hover about a meter off the ground, extending a yellow claw-like foot. Chat Noir was the first to recognize the strange gesture, taking the talon in his hand to awkwardly shake it.

“I wouldn’t say we’re rookies anymore. We’ve been at this since late 2015, and my partner is a quick learner.” He said, motioning to Ladybug with his free hand.

“This fight might not have been the best measure of skill. We’ve had better.” Ladybug said with confidence.

“That was a great shot, by the way. How do you even aim from that far away?” It was more of a compliment than a question.

Eagle preened a bit at the praise, but a realization sank in and he started looking left and right for something.

“I’m happy to talk. But I need a perch.” He said with a pant. The bridge they were speaking on had wide stone banisters that where just as bad to land on at the road. Finding a railing on the nearby riverbank, he glided over to rest. His new acquaintances joined him shortly.

“Much better. Big birds like me are better suited for soarin’ than stayin’ in one spot. Talons aren’t great for standin’ around either. Now, you mind tell me what on Earth I just shot?”

The three heroes talked for a few minutes, discussing the nature of the local supervillain and how to fight his victims, when they were interrupted by the sound skidding bike tires. Looking over, they saw Alya all but rip off her helmet as she jogged over to them.

“I was wondering when our favorite junior reporter would show up.” Chat said to no one in particular. He then turned to his feathered friend and added, “I don’t know what I was like where you come from, but we stay in character for interviews here.”

“Gotcha.” Eagle said, articulating a feather near the end of his wing to give a make shift thumbs up. Alya descended upon him a second later while demanding an interview.

Adrien walked into class the next morning to find Alya snoring quietly on her desk. He knew exactly what had kept her up last night, but he needed to act natural. So he did what he would do naturally and let the girl sleep by asking Nino instead.

“I’m used to seeing Marinette tired in the morning, but not Alya. Something happen?”

“Dude, you didn’t hear? She snagged an exclusive interview with the new hero in town. Couldn’t sleep at all, she was so stoked.”

Alya awoke suddenly at the words, startling everyone in the classroom.

“Eagle was so nice, he’s great at interviews. And his powers are so cool! Perfect vision all the way to the horizon and he can shoot anything he can see and fly and…” Alya lost steam mid-sentence and fell back asleep.

Marinette had heard her friend’s outburst from the hall and giggled as she walked in. She, too, knew exactly why Alya was so tired. What she didn’t know was why Amoux looked completely drained as well. The boy was mumbling something in his sleep that she could not quite understand.

“Little guy’s been sleep talking in English all morning. Something about fish, I think.” Ivan answered Marinette’s question before she could even ask. The large boy may not be the best at expressing himself verbally, but he could be downright poetic when he wrote. Just last month he had won a writing competition, yet could barely speak two words in front of the class without getting tongue tied.

“The jetlag must have finally caught up with him. I’ll make sure to take good notes for him.” Ivan and Amoux had made quick friends, bonding over their shared difficulties with French. Sharing a desk meant Amoux had someone to turn to whenever he was at a loss for words in class, and he returned the favor the best he could when Ivan couldn’t think of what to say.

Adrien overheard all this and couldn’t help but wonder just how far Amoux had moved to come to Paris.

8000 kilometers away, a young woman flops on the couch after a long night. She loves her job, but her hours are ridiculous. Flipping on the tv, she starts the recording of the news from that morning right as her roommate gets her key in the door.

“[One of these nights I’m gonna beat you home.]” Comes the voice from the entry way.

“[Fat chance, babe. You know I can outrun lightning.]”

She was about to formulate another brag when she was distracted from there friendly competition by the first headline.

“[Alex! Get in here!]”

“[Sophia, what’s wrong? Did we miss something?]” Said Alex, dropping her purse as her roommate rewound the recorded new cast. The two of them got most of their info from the news but were too busy to watch it in the morning. It was not uncommon for them to hear the news of some important event happening in the next town over a day late.

“[Breaking news this morning, local superhero Eagle has resurfaced in Paris after going into an unofficial retirement last fall.]” The broadcast cuts to a surprisingly professional cellphone interview with Eagle, speaking in subtitled French with the Eifel Tower serving as a backdrop. A pause symbol appears on the screen, covering the hero’s face.

Alex was speechless, fiddling with her damp hair out of habit. She looks down at her roommate on the couch and finds a growing grin on her face. But it was not just a happy-to-know-he’s-alive grin. It was much more than that.

“[Sophia, I know that look.]” She said with some hesitation.

“[Hey. How long do you think it would take you to swim to Europe?]” She asked, hopping up to her knees to better speak with her roommate behind the couch. There was no hypothetical tone to be had.

Accustomed to interviewers and bystanders asking similar questions, Alex gave a canned response without thinking.

“[Well if we’re smart and go through Canada, Greenland, Iceland, and the UK so I can rest, it would be about as fast as flying if you…Wait, you don’t really mean-]”

“[HELL YEAH! Grab your passports and the Red Visas! We’re going to Paris!]” Sophia shouted loud enough to earn a thump of a broom handle through the floor from an annoyed neighbor.

“[I want to see our little fledgling as much as you do but we can’t just…]” Alex started, but found herself disarmed by the puppy dog pout on Sophia’s face. How can this woman can go from ecstatic to puppy pout so fast?

“[Fiiiiiine. I’ll call the mayor. You handle the border crossings. And let me sleep in, please?]” Alex said, preemptively covering Sophia’s mouth to keep her from screaming again. Moving her hand away once the excitement had cooled a bit, her roommate gave her a quick peck on the check.

“[Babe, I’ll make you French Toast when you wake up. We should compare with the real French Toast when we get there.]”

“[I look forward to it. Let’s just hope Phoenix can cover for us while we are gone.]” Alex mused. Phoenix didn’t have any powers, but manages to defuse the situation well enough when only civilians are involved. A buff stranger in a spandex suit showing up out of nowhere is enough to make most people reconsider their actions.

“[Relax. Phoenix and the police can handle the petty crime, and the National Guard is more than ready for any natural disasters. We just need to give them the heads up before we go.]”

Alex sighed. Once her roommate got an idea going she charged right on through to the end, sometimes literally. The only thing that could stop her was the ground giving out. Resigning herself to the inevitable, Alex turned her thoughts to the logistics of the trip.

“[Better head down to the store then. We’re gonna need a lot of almonds and chocolate.]”

By the lunch break, Marinette’s sleepy friends had more or less recovered. Amoux had promised to repay her kindness by bring her lunch once his family had unpacked the kitchen enough to make a proper dish, and Alya had brought her own lunch to join them. They went to the park to sit in the grass.

Marinette had been expecting a stereotypical American dish, so she was surprised when she was presented with something shiny.

“This is honey-molasses chicken. It’s baked in a sweet and sticky sauce and can be enjoyed cold or hot.” He handed her a container that unfolded into a plate, as well as a cloth napkin.

“I prefer it cold because it is easier to picnic.” He then picked up his own piece of chicken with both hands and began eating. The girls were taken aback by his lack of table manners. Sensing this, Amoux continued.

“It’s meant to be eaten in hand. Just use your thumb and two fingers on each hand for better control and you won’t make a mess of yourself.” He said with a smile, as if finding it laughable to use silverware when fingers were the superior utensil.

Marinette did her best to copy his technique and took a dainty bite. Then another. Soon she didn’t care how barbaric any passerby thought her eating was. This chicken was unlike anything she had tasted before and she needed the recipe.

As she was cleaning her lips, she felt two familiar presences behind her. She wasn’t sure which would be worse seeing her like this, Adrien or Chloe, so with uncommon bravery she turned to face both.

“Adrien! Hi.” She said as sweetly as she could to cover up her internal screaming. If anything, her crush seemed amused with the tiny amounts of sauce on the corners of her mouth. He raised his hand in greeting but was cut short by Chloe, waving her phone at her target.

“Marinette, you absolute slob. Go clean yourself up before you make the whole park dirty.” Marinette had half a mind to use Chloe herself as a napkin. But a calm voice to her side stopped her, and Chloe.

“Miss? Are you not terribly late?”

Chloe froze and her eyes went wide. Scrambling for the phone already in her hand to check the time, she unsilenced it and was immediately inundated with text messages. She gave a panicked yelp and ran off towards the school. The stunned silence that followed lasted until Chloe was out of sight.

“How did you do that?” Marinette and Alya asked breathlessly.

“Simple. She was receiving texts nonstop but was too distracted to notice. The…um…small yellow faces? They looked urgent.”

“You knew she was late from emojis?” Adrien asked in disbelief. He had seen his classmates do amazing things as if it was nothing, but this took the cake.

“Phones are built to be read. People are what is hard to read.”

That was all the explanation they were likely going to get. Yet another cryptic, figurative wave of the hand to shed a little light on his skills.

“The mean yellow girl was partially right. We do need to clean ourselves.” Amoux said while getting to his feet. He offered a napkin covered hand to assist Marinette, and they were off to the bakery to wash their hands in peace.

Alex woke up at noon to the smell of French Toast and practically floated down the hall to the kitchen.

“[Morning, babe. Better eat quick. We need to head out by one if we want to be in France at a reasonable hour.]” Sophia greeted her roommate. She set down a plate of eight slices of French Toast, a full bottle of syrup, a two sliced bananas, and a fork.

“[You’re the best.]” Alex said with only a hint of sleep, hugging her roommate and nuzzling her ear before sitting down to breakfast. As she ate, Sophia went to the phone to make some last-minute calls.

“[You think I should call the Mariners to cancel my appearance next Saturday?]” She asked from the hall, just out of sight of the kitchen.

“[If we’re not back by then we have bigger problems.]” Alex replied, already cutting up her second slice. Her roommate nodded in agreement. Sophia instead dialed the non-emergency number for the Emergency Dispatch Center and cleared her throat. A small voice came over the phone once it connected.

“[Hi Paula, good to hear you back in the call center after that ferry accident…]”

Alex tuned her out as she ate the rest of her breakfast. She was not usually the kind of girl to lick her plate, but she knew she would need the calories today. Walking over to the pantry, she pushed aside the five-pound bag of chocolate chips to retrieve an unopened jar of almonds. Eating a few and setting the open jar on the counter, she checked the calendar on the refrigerator. The only thing of note she would be missing in her civilian life was the start of Copper River season. It was a guilty pleasure to say the least, but she was searching for an old friend and sacrifices needed to be made.

“[I could only get a hold of the KOMO news network, but they said they would get the word out to the other stations.]” Sophia said, popping her head back into the kitchen.

“[Cool. Let’s make sure we have everything ready.]” Alex picked up the large bags of almonds and chocolate chips and walked to the bedroom, passing the now empty jar on the counter. The tiny grey mermaid lying next to it was rubbing its belly.

“[Pack ‘em in the best you can, Oncoor. You’ll need it.]” All she got as a response was a tiny wave of a hand and an equally tiny burp.

The two young women spread everything they would need for the trip out on the bed. Alex read off the check list for her roommate, while Sophia made a show of holding up whatever item was called.

“[Snacks?]” “[Totally.]” “[Cell phones?]” “[With water proof cases and roaming plan.]” “[GPS?]” “[Military grade.]” “[Passports?]” “[Two for you, Two for me.]” “[Visas?]” “[Full diplomatic immunity.]” “[Jewelry?]” “[Like we ever take those off.]” “[Money?]” “[1346 Euros in cash.]”

Alex looked up from the list to give Sophia a questioning look.

“[What? I know you have a big wad to Canadian money in the sock drawer.]”

“[It’s not the money I’m worried about. Do you really not take that off to wash your hair?]”

Sophia gave a nervous laugh and set to packing. Behind her on the nightstand sat a small elk-like creature trying and failing to stifle a laugh.

“[Itippa would get lonely if I did.]”

Ladybug crotched on a high ledge of Notre Dame. She had been forced to give up patrolling on a regular basis because of school and fashion projects. Some weeks she barely had time to fight an akuma when one appeared, let alone actively searching for one. Chat assured her that he could patrol the city well enough and would put the word out if he found anything too serious. And he had been a cat of his word.

Tonight, she wasn’t looking for crime or akumas. Ladybug was looking for the hero she had met the night before. They had talked shop, but she next to nothing about him. Sure, she had rewatched the interview on the Ladyblog and knew what his powers were, but she needed to know if Eagle could be trusted. While it seemed to be a rule that only one akuma could exist at a time, the resent dip in activity might be an omen of that no longer being the case. One akuma to be the monster and another to be the hero. Volpina had pretended to be a hero and turned out evil, so who could say it wouldn’t happen again. The fact that Eagle had some uncanny similarities with Dark Cupid only deepened her worries.

“You seem pensive, My Lady.” Chat Noir said a few paces away. Ladybug had gotten used to Chat sneaking up on her, so she didn’t jump. She stood to meet him at eye level.

“I just want to talk with Eagle again. To make sure we are all on the same page. Superhero culture is different in America, so I wanted to lay some ground rules before something goes wrong.” She said, condensing her thoughts from the last half hour.

“Well if yer looking for a bird of prey, you need to look up.” Came a familiar voice from above. Looking up the two saw Eagle holding onto a spire with both talons, holding himself vertical with a curled wingtip. He dismounted and glided silently down to them, finding the head of a gargoyle the perfect size to perch on.

“Look out Chat. Might have some competition for stealthiest hero.”

“That’s unfair, My Lady! He has no footsteps to speak of.” He defended dramatically. He knew Ladybug was joking. Eagle certainly found it funny and had a hearty chuckle at their banter.

“Now, what are these ground rule you want me to know?”

Ladybug took a moment to collect her talking points before speaking.

“Well first of all, you should know we have the government’s cooperation, not their support. We’ve on our own for the most part, and we certainly are not paid to do this. Don’t start giving orders to law enforcement unless you have to.” This seemed to take Eagle by surprise, but he did not interrupt.

“Second, we keep our identities secret, even from each other. The fewer people know, the better. Might as well keep that number at zero.” At this Eagle looked a little shocked, as if it was useful information being locked away from the people that could use it most.

“And lately, we prioritize saving civilians over preventing property damage. As you have seen, I can repair any physical damage. But I can’t fix the phycological damage from people getting hurt.” This seemed to stir up some bad memories in Eagle.

“Wait, American heroes get paid? Not that I need the money but…whoa, hey, you okay buddy?” Chat read Eagle’s ashamed look and knew right away that late rule had struck a chord. Ladybug noticed once her partner mentioned it and was already mentally backpedaling to come up with something to make him feel better.

“I’m fine. Just remembering what led up to me leaving Seattle. Saved ten lives at the cost of a corporate headquarters burning down. Whole lot of investors threatened to pull their companies out of the superhero program. It…was a bad week for all of us.” He said with empty eyes. It seemed like a small miracle to hold his composure, but that accent of his had fallen completely.

Ladybug reached up to run her hand along his wing in what she hoped was a soothing manner. Chat empathized with his distaste of money focused authority figures.

“Do your partners know? Why you left?” Ladybug asked quietly. Now it was Eagle’s turn to collect his thoughts.

“They do. They came to my defense anytime I spoke out against the program, even if they would not speak themselves. But…I kinda fell off the face of the Earth when I left. They’ve done well enough on their own, from what I’ve heard.”

The three heroes stood in silence for a few moments, not sure how to move on from such weighty revelations in the presence of those they did not know well. Eagle was the first to speak again.

“If those were the ground rules you wanted, then I accept. Now, if you will excuse me, I think I have a letter to write.” With that, he spread his wings and disappeared into the night.

Chat and Ladybug lingered, still processing. Without speaking they mutually agreed to start their patrol, if only to clear their heads.

A few blocks away, two damp young women climbed the stairs up the river bank to an open plaza. One woman had an arm slung across the shoulders of the other for support.

“[You really didn’t have to swim that last leg. It was my turn.]” Sophia said to an exhausted Alex.

“[Oh, no. I’m not having you running at a thousand miles an hour on a sprained wrist. Besides, you ran out of chocolate to feed your kwami back in Oxford.]”

“[Possibly sprained wrist. And I would have been faster. The Seine was super bendy.]”

Years of experience had taught them that they could openly talk about their powers in public and people would either think they were massive nerds, drunk, or both. The fact that only tourists spoke English here helped too.

Alex was about to point out that her partner still wouldn’t have been able to run across northern France on account of a lack of chocolate. But a realization made her stop walking, bringing Sophia to a stop with her. It was a moment before she was able to admit to the problem, having made the checklist.

“[We forgot to get a hotel, didn’t we?]”

Sophia went from curious as to why they stopped to concern for where they were going. With all the chaos of putting together the trip on such short notice they had both focused on the journey, with no thought of what to do once they got there other than tracking down Eagle and get some solid answers.

Both women looked up and down the streets that came to the plaza, but everything just looked residential to them. Would it kill them to put up some hotel-looking signs?

“You ladies look a little lost.” Came an unnaturally clear male voice from a nearby rooftop. The two sighed in relief as they recognized the standard Hero Voice that they themselves used when they were on the clock. Too bad they didn’t understand a word he said.

A second later they were joined by a boy in black leather with cat ears and a girl in red and black polka dot seamless spandex. Both wore familiar shaped masks.

Sophia acted fast and pulled the English to French dictionary out of her backpack while reciting the French version of ‘we don’t speak your language’ she had memorized. Fortunately, she had been to Canada enough times to know where in the dictionary to look for what she needed.

“Our travel plans failed. We need a hotel.” She managed to say without much delay.

“I got this, Chat. [You sound like you are from America. I speak some English, so you can put the dictionary away.]” Little miss red said in academic English. The cat boy seemed impressed that his partner had the ability.

“[Oh thank god. We just need some directions to a place we can stay until morning. Then we can figure out how to handle the rest of our trip.]” Said Alex, who could feel her feet throbbing from all the swimming she had done. Powered up, she might have been able to swim another ten miles. But the thought of going even a city block on dry land felt like torture.

As Chat Noir and Ladybug leapt away from the lost travelers they had helped, they both found it easier to talk. The weight to their discussion with Eagle no longer bogged them down.

“It’s nice to just help out civilians in need for a change. Feels like all we ever do is fight akumas and muggers.” Ladybug said brightly. She liked the feeling of being a good Samaritan.

“You need to come out on patrol more often, then. It’s not all about catching crooks.” Chat said with a smirk. Ladybug could only sigh at the pun. She wouldn’t admit it, at least not tonight, that she did enjoy his puns. It was a shame that he seemed to be off him game from not seeing her during the break in akuma activity.

“Speaking of civilians, did you notice anything odd about those tourists?” Chat asked with a semi-serious tone, prompting Ladybug to give it some semi-serious thought.

“Now that you mention it, their hair was soaked but their clothes were dry. They looked exhausted and were by the river…You don’t think…”

Chat Noir paused his rooftop running and Ladybug followed suit. They exchanged a long look of contemplation, wordlessly going over the facts. Surely they had not been swimming this late at night.

“Nah!” The two heroes said in unison, both stretching out an arm and flicking their wrists downward as if to swat the ridiculous idea out of the air. They laughed at the thought of the two of them coming to the same conclusion on such flimsy evidence.

“But did you see her red pearl earrings? I should have asked where she got them.” Ladybug said while flipping her hair to flash her own earrings.

“I was too distracted by the other woman’s jewelry. It looked like she had little antlers wrapped around her ear.”

“It was a pretty nice ear cuff. Too bad it’s not really my style.”

The duo went back to their patrol, lightheartedly discussing what accessory they would pick to hold their Miraculous if they had to choose a new one.

Amoux sat down to his writing desk in a bedroom that was still new to him. Call him old fashioned, but he wanted to write this letter by hand. He had neglected to tell his friends back in Seattle that he was moving to Paris, and they deserved an explanation. Two friends in particular deserved the whole truth.

He briefly considered writing two letters, but they shared an address. Reading such an important message would best be done together.

As he wrote, he started over many times until he was sure he had included everything. Signing his name, he added a drawing of a sleek black feather to match the pin on his collar. It was only when the envelope was sealed that he remembered he would need international postage stamps.

“[If only I could hand deliver this.]”

Author’s Notes:

-This was very much a test fic when it started, to see if I could write in this universe. It just spiraled out of control with all the headcanons I wanted to throw in.

-As long as this fic was, it doesn’t contain the scene I day dreamed that inspired the rest of the fic. Expect at least one more chapter.

-At first I wanted to sprinkle in some French like I see in other author’s fics, but with the whole [brackets for English] business going on it didn’t make sense.

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#Miraculous Ladybug #ladybug #chat noir #alya cesaire #marinette dupain-cheng #adrien agreste #fan fic #OCs #OC heroes #A Hero's Vacation

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Animal Decor Is the Delightful Home Trend No One Asked For

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Animal Decor Is the Delightful Home Trend No One Asked For

Some facet of traditional adulthood typically involves getting a pet. I’ve yet to reach this stage—mostly because one of my roommates is allergic to cats (my animal of choice) and because my boyfriend seems to think an animal “needs to be able to kill you” to be worth having.

Those of us who don’t yet (or can’t ever) have pets, though, can take solace in a strangely delightful new home decor trend: animal decor. And, no, I don’t mean mere leopard-print pillows—I’m talking full-on leopard figurine table lamps.

I’m not sure who first decided home interiors should resemble zoos, safaris or other wildlife-centric environments. But someone did, and the decision stuck. Now, all kinds of retailers (namely, Urban Outfitters and Anthropologie) have stocked their home departments with mirrors that look like curled-up snakes, vases that look like lions and candle holders that look like dogs.

I assumed this story would be a hard one to shop for. But the home decor scene is, in fact, so thoroughly pervaded with animal-inspired stuff that I found nearly a hundred worthy items and had to cut way back during the editing process.

Perhaps you’re charmed by this fun little fad, or perhaps you find it kitschy in a not-so-cute way. Regardless, you can’t make a sweeping accusation that no animal decor is cute; there’s simply too much of it for it to all be bad. Engage with it for a few minutes, and you might find it surprisingly chic—a whimsical addition to any home or apartment in need of a little rejuvenation.

Ahead, you’ll find the 37 pieces of animal decor that made the cut—and maybe you’ll find a piece (or two) worth adding to your own home.

Leopard Table Lamp

Photo: Urban Outfitters.

Leopard Wall Art

Poster? Print? Homage to the great outdoors?

Leopard wall art, $148 at Anthropologie

Photo: Anthropologie.

Pavo Side Table

Surprisingly elegant—you know, for a bird table.

Pavo side table, $398 at Anthropologie

Photo: Anthropologie.

Palace Portrait Chair

Did someone say throne?

Palace portrait chair, $550 at Anthropologie

Photo: Anthropologie.

Katie Kimmel Kitty Large Vase

A vase that looks just as cute empty as it does full.

Katie Kimmel kitty large vase, $125 at Urban Outfitters

Photo: Urban Outfitters.

Snake Turquoise Mirror

Photo: Urban Outfitters.

Handcarved Menagerie Owl Chair

Imagine surrounding your dining room table with these. (There’s also a rabbit version, a woodpecker version and a deer version.)

Handcarved menagerie owl chair, $898 at Anthropologie

Photo: Anthropologie.

Tiger Stemless Champagne Flutes

You’ll feel especially badass sipping champagne from these tiger-adorned glasses.

Tiger stemless champagne flutes, $25 at Urban Outfitters

Photo: Urban Outfitters.

Cat Himalayan Salt Lamp

For the person who loves cats (or Himalayan salt lamps) so much they want a cat-shape Himalayan salt lamp.

Cat Himalayan salt lamp, $59 at Urban Outfitters

Photo: Urban Outfitters.

Handcarved Streamlet Nightstand

Also available in three-drawer-dresser and six-drawer-dresser from.

Handcarved streamlet nightstand, $698 at Anthropologie

Photo: Anthropologie.

Panther Walking Wall Art

Art that pairs well with anything.

Panther walking wall art, $138 at Anthropologie

Photo: Anthropologie.

Tiger Wooden Mirror

A little fiercer than your average mirror.

Tiger wooden mirror, $99 at Urban Outfitters

Photo: Urban Outfitters.

Faux Hide Bath Mat

A (faux) cowhide—for your bathroom.

Faux hide bath mat, $29 at Urban Outfitters

Photo: Urban Outfitters.

Seal Bookends

The cutest little bookends you ever did see.

Seal bookends, $38 at Anthropologie

Photo: Anthropologie.

Handcarved Menagerie Deer Armchair

Told you it came in deer form.

Handcarved menagerie deer armchair, $998 at Anthropologie

Photo: Anthropologie.

Leopard Series Wall Art

Badass wall art that will dress up any room.

Leopard series wall art, $828 at Anthropologie

Photo: Anthropologie.

Little Mouse Card Holder

The perfect adorable addition to any charcuterie plate.

Little mouse card holder, $8 at Anthropologie

Photo: Anthropologie.

Palace Portrait Rug

A statement rug you won’t be able to stop staring at.

Palace portrait rug, $720 at Anthropologie

Photo: Anthropologie.

Large Tiger Planter

Craft a jungle in your living room with these surprisingly large planters.

Large tiger planter, $189 at Urban Outfitters

Photo: Urban Outfitters.

Tiger Metal Catchall Dish

A catchall dish for your trinkets, baubles and knickknacks.

Tiger metal catchall dish, $12 at Urban Outfitters

Photo: Urban Outfitters.

Snake Metal Table Lamp

For the decorator who won’t be frightened by a snake peering at them every morning.

Snake metal table lamp, $99 at Urban Outfitters

Photo: Urban Outfitters.

Lilibet Platter

Can’t you see the tea party now?

Lilibet platter, $42 at Anthropologie

Photo: Anthropologie.

Tiger Flag Tapestry

A tapestry that doesn’t feel excessively collegiate.

Tiger flag tapestry, $16 at Urban Outfitters

Photo: Urban Outfitters.

Snake Incense Holder

Because you need something to hold your incense.

Snake incense holder, $14 at Urban Outfitters

Photo: Urban Outfitters.

Sardine Cheese Board

Why not splurge on an elegant cheese board? (And at $38–68, is it even really a splurge?)

Sardine cheese board, $38–68 at Anthropologie

Photo: Anthropologie.

Animalia Coasters

Coasters you’ll actually look forward to putting out.

Animalia coasters, $78 at Jonathan Adler

Photo: Jonathan Adler.

Perfect with big plants—or standalone leaves.

Lion vase, $20 at Urban Outfitters

Photo: Urban Outfitters.

Flamingo Shower Curtain

Every bathroom deserves a pop of color (or two).

Flamingo shower curtain, $148 at Anthropologie

Photo: Anthropologie.

Dapper Animal Salad Plates

Plates so cute you’ll start looking for excuses to make salad.

Dapper animal salad plates, $10 at West Elm

Photo: West Elm.

Tiered Crane Sculpture

A sculpture that doubles as a catchall dish (or a few catchall dishes).

Tiered crane sculpture, $328 at Anthropologie

Photo: Anthropologie.

Leopard Sheet Set

They’ll go with any comforter.

Leopard sheet set, $58–198 at Anthropologie

Photo: Anthropologie.

Watchdog Tieback

Tie back your curtains in style with these lean critters.

Watchdog tieback, $68 at Anthropologie

Photo: Anthropologie.

Lilibet Side Plate

So cute we can’t even pick a favorite.

Lilibet side plate, $12 at Anthropologie

Photo: Anthropologie.

Gilded Hare Lamp Ensemble

Perfect for any room in need of a little whimsy.

Gilded hare lamp ensemble, $398 at Anthropologie

Photo: Anthropologie.

Andrea Lauren Tiger Shower Curtain

So you can feel like you’re taking a safari every time you hop in the shower.

Andrea Lauren tiger shower curtain, $89 at Urban Outfitters

Photo: Urban Outfitters.

Animal Alphabet Monogram Mug

Every single one of these is weird and wonderful.

Animal alphabet monogram mug, $5 at Anthropologie

Photo: Anthropologie.

Terrier Taper Holder

To add a little fun to an otherwise fancy affair.

Terrier taper holder, $24 at Anthropologie

Photo: Anthropologie.

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50 Awesome Animal Sculptures & Figurines For Home Decor

Been itching to go on an animal safari, or take a trip to the farm? With a bevy of animal sculptures decorating your interior, you can bring the jungle and grasslands to your front door. Celebrate the majesty of the panther, with a decorative sculpture in black Swarovski crystal. Teach the kids how to chill, with a bendable wooden monkey hanging off their front closet. Take a pen off your new office companion – a wooden, open-mouthed hippo. Get creative and animal-happy with our top 50 selection of animal sculptures, statues and figurines.

$122BUY IT Panther Figurine: Crouching tiger, hidden panther. Gift your office desk the ornament of a lifetime, with these cool cats holding down your paper.

$1,075BUY IT Panther Swarovski Crystal: Panthers spell luxury, and this Swarovski sculpture is no exception. Descending down a ledge of black spot granite, its Moroda crystal beams bronze and metallic blue.

$2,100BUY IT Modern Leaping Panther Figurine: Want it bluer than blue? Made in France from full lead crystal, this panther is fully crafted by hand.

$113BUY IT Golden Jaguar Figurine: Who’d want this jaguar to change its spots? This resin cat statue is coated in black glass and gold.

$51BUY IT Fluid Cheetah In Motion: Cast in resin with an antique silver finish, this cheetah runs from aristocratic hunters.

$66BUY IT Steampunk Cheetah Statue: Feeling animalistic about your steampunk home decor? This antique brass cheetah uses Victorian gears, valves and hinges to convey her prowess.

$23BUY IT Crouching Lion Statue: Throw bad business to the lions, with this silver king of the jungle straddling your desk.

$60BUY IT Bronze Lion Sculptures: Prefer to celebrate the lion’s majesty instead? This ten-inch statue would look a treat inside a bookcase.

$55BUY IT Firefox Figurine: Before Google Chrome, there was Firefox. Bring this long serving browser’s mascot to life, with this handmade fox figurine in red.

$25BUY IT Glass Fox Figurine: Make foxes out of glass. Containing no dyes, paint or decals, these pure glass sculptures inspire your inner cunning.

$69BUY IT Walter Bosse Brass Fox Figurine: Viennese master Bosse wanted his bronzes to create happiness. Exhibiting perfect patinas and polished, golden surfaces, they come resplendent and delightful inside velvet bags.

$17BUY IT Wolf Wine Bottle Holder: On the hunt for a unique wine holder? This thirsty grey wolf can be at your assistance.

$260BUY IT Wolf Head Sculpture: Think outside the square for your next sculpture. Originally sold in English galleries, these ceramic polystone heads by designer Matt Buckley make striking feature centrepieces.

From $150BUY IT More Animal Busts: Using the same resin and stone, Buckley extends his range to include the lion’s mane, gorilla’s snarl, tiger’s roar and more.

$270BUY IT Miniature Plywood Eames Elephant: Legendary designers Charles and Ray Eames have been long influential. These elephants exhibit their famous mastery of plywood, in a 3D form.

$20BUY IT Cute Red & Black Ceramic Elephant Figurines: When the owners are away, the elephants will play. These black and red ceramics would look great amidst the kitchen shelving.

$168BUY IT Elephant Figurines By Jonathan Adler: Pick up some pieces of elephant decor. These trunked creatures are designed by Adler, handcrafted in Peru out of high-fired stoneware.

$56BUY IT Polar Bear Family Figurine: Go further South with these Antarctic polar bears, handcrafted as a family in eggshell white resin.

$90BUY IT Polar Glass On Ice Blown Glass Figurine: Want to see a balancing act? This dancing-on-ice-cubes polar bear is handmade by Kevin Prochaska. Made with hand-blown glass, borosilicate crystal and 24-carat gold, its gold foil trim ensures it’s a piece to remember.

$125BUY IT Kay Bojesen Monkey: Monkey around with this Scandinavian find. Made in Denmark from a classic 1951 design, its 31 parts in limba wood and teak form a major Danish television personality.

$198BUY IT Jonathan Adler Gorilla Figurine: After another Jonathan Adler piece? Pared back to the gorilla’s most basic form, this stoneware ape is given texture by artisans.

$75BUY IT Bronze Rhino Sculpture: Step it up a level with a sculpture in bronze. This sleeping rhino is 100% handmade, investment-casted and polished.

$116BUY IT Kay Bojesen Hippo: Born in 1955, these funky desk organizers are a classic in Denmark. Pop them inside a Scandinavian office to collect your stray pens.

$348BUY IT Kay Bojesen Bear: Want a bear, but don’t want it cuddly? These hand-crafted figurines hit the mark – or you can find cheaper replicas at AliExpress.

$35BUY IT Minimalist Pig Figurine: Take a twist on the classic piggy bank. Handmade in Russia with native linden wood, it’s a great gift for your little one learning to save.

$89BUY IT Oscar the Dog by Hans Bolling: Another Danish creation, this wooden dog almost comes alive. Able to sit, crawl, beg, stand and sulk, Oscar’s iconic form has let his personality shine through the decades.

$165BUY IT Kay Bojesen Dachshund: Want something more static? This walnut wood dachshund adds character to your bookshelf.

$45BUY IT Balloon Dog: Bring your carnival memories home. Inspired by culture-spoof artist Jeffrey Koons, the original form of this cast resin dog sold for US$58.4 million.

$39BUY IT Ceramic Minimalist Cat Figurines: Love cats instead? Buy this family of four for your kitchen or hallway table.

$23BUY IT Sleek Cat Figurine: Love minimalism and cat decor? This porcelain kitty faces away from your gaze and towards interior style.

$89BUY IT Kay Bojesen Painted Zebra: One of Kay Bojesen’s first exotic animal sculptures, this 1935 design is still hand-painted to this day.

$78BUY IT Jonathan Adler Llama Figurine: Have a Peruvian or Bolivian to buy for? Buy them the animals they recognize, in these matte-glazed sculptures of their highland friends.

$145BUY IT Geometric Deer With Copper Horns: Feeling your hall table could hold something deer? This sculpted white Bambi with resplendent copper horns makes the natural seem refined.

From $51BUY IT Deer Herd Pieces: Get the whole flock. These white ceramic prancers stretch their necks, eat and relax upon your holiday mantelpiece.

$23BUY IT Abstract Minimalist Ceramic Deer Figurines: Looking for something a tad more minimalist? This muted-hue set of three create comfort in numbers.

$98BUY IT Jonathan Adler Deer Figurine: Make your deer more artistic. Designed by the prolific sculptor Jonathan Adler, its ceramic-based, matte-glazed form could easily grace your dining room table.

$83BUY IT Minimalist Abstract Deer Figurines: For something more whimsical, you can’t go past these monochrome figurines. Hand-polished, hand-crafted and moulded in resin, they’re a perfect wedding ornament or motif for two.

From $76BUY IT Giraffe Figurine: Go deeper in the jungle with these long-necked giraffes. Available in black or white, their resin finishes speak geometry.

$39BUY IT Handmade Giraffe Figurine: Get the sculpture all the neighbourhood will talk about. Sculpted in metal and braided in iron, these handmade giraffes make a striking orange centrepiece.

$33BUY IT Metal Bull Sculpture: Put the bull inside the china shop. This iron-bar bull is painted brown and red for rustic effect.

$80BUY IT Bull & Bear Figurines As Bookends: Bring the world’s metal bulls and bears together, to safeguard your book collection.

$100BUY IT Metal Wire Horse: Love the image of a horse running wild? So did this Maryland, USA designer, who used a strand of aluminium wire to handcraft this creation. Stand its weather-safe form outside.

$158BUY IT Minimalist Horse Drinking Water Sculpture: Capture the graceful elements of nature. This sculpture of a horse drinking water, made with photosensitive resin, reminds us the simplest tasks can be the most metaphoric.

$35BUY IT Unicorn Figurine: If you can be anything, always be a unicorn. Cast in pewter with a Swarovski crystal middle, this mythological creature is beloved as much by Silicon Valley VCs as it is by little girls.

$26BUY IT Ceramic Seahorse Figurine: Add to your nautical home decor with this ceramic seahorse, a perfect sculpture for beside your washstand table.

$154BUY IT Octopus Figurine: After an animal-inspired tea light holder? Add to your octopus home decor with this aluminium and iron lantern-bearing creature.

From $20BUY IT Hand-blown Glass Tropical Fishes: Looking for an ornament for beside the bath? Choose from a wide array of these hand-blown glass fish.

$15BUY IT Minecraft Animal Figures: Get nerdy with your sculptures. This pack of six includes a passive and pixelated pig, sheep, cow, chicken, ocelot and tame wolf.

$32BUY IT Dragon Knife Sculpture: Introduce the underworld to your interior, with this unique knife statue. Crafted in polyresin, its painstaking detailing could have a place upon your bookcase.

$50BUY IT Steampunk Dragon Figurine: Another piece of dragon decor, this sculpture doesn’t disappoint in Victorian cold-cast bronze detailing.

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