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milarqui · 2 years ago

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Scarlet Lady: Simon Says

Directory - Timebreaker

In the KIDZ+ studios, one of its star programs was about to go live, and if it came out like all other previous editions, it would prove to be a smashing time for anyone watching.

“Welcome, everyone, to the number one game show, The Challenge!!! Make some noise for our next challenger, Niiiiiiino!!!” Alec Cataldi announced, to the thunderous applause of the people in the studio.

“It was so cool of you guys to suggest Nino for the show!” Marinette told Mireille and Aurore. The weather girls had told them about Cataldi seeking new challengers for his show, and Nino, always the showman, had asked if they could get him a spot.

The girls had quickly replied that he could feature in the next Saturday's show, and Nino had invited his friends to watch. Unfortunately, Alya hadn't been able to join, as she had to take care of her twin sisters, but Adrien had somehow managed to get his father to let him go, so he was there, accompanied by his bodyguard, the Gorilla (and no, Adrien didn't know his name, because the man never gave it).

“No problem!” Mireille answered. “For some reason, Alec does whatever Aurore asks!”

“Heh,” Aurore laughed. Marinette didn't know why, but that laugh sounded kinda evil.

----

“Look, Alya, it's Nino!” Etta cheered, pointing at the screen.

“U-huh,” she replied. Under her breath, she continued. “Could've been me there with them. But nooo, I gotta babysit.”

“Who's Nino?” Ella asked.

“You know, the guy all over her phone!”

“U-huh,” she said, not paying much attention anymore.

“Oh! So he's her boyfriend!”

“U-hu–” What Ella said had finally registered in her mind. “Wait, what?!”

----

“So, our viewers' challenge for you is...” The screen changed to show a certain man, smiling at the camera, wearing his band and suit. “... to make the mayor of Paris, André Bourgeois, dance!”

“Hey! It's your father!” Tikki pointed out to a bored Chloé.

“Big deal.” She pouted, as Nino began to play music in his DJ table. “When are they going to show Adrien?!”

You know it's Nino who's being featured, right?

----

With fast talk, eagerness, and some serious music-mixing skills, Nino indeed managed to make M. Bourgeois – along with the entire audience – dance to the beat he offered to everyone, thus ensuring his victory well before his time ended. Another thunderous applause accompanied him as he left the stage.

“Congrats on your victory, we'll see you next week! Now our next challenger,” and the screen showed a man in his twenties, wearing a dapper suit with a cool bowtie, and holding several cards in his left hand, “Simon Grimault, the hypnotist!”

While Mireille and Aurore discussed something about the program, Nino joined his friends (and his friend's bodyguard).

“Good job, my man!” Adrien congratulated his friend.

“Thanks dude! And dudette!” he added, turning to Marinette.

“I hope it goes well for M. Grimault too!” she said, as the man himself entered the stage.

“Your challenge is to persuade an elusive celebrity to come to our TV set –”

And the screen that had earlier showed a smiling man now showed a man who looked sourer than a lemon tree.

Someone the two boys knew all too well.

“Gabriel Agreste!”

Oh no, he's screwed! Adrien and Nino thought, already seeing the disaster that was about to happen.

“Oh, it's your dad!”

Marinette, who had never met the man in person, did not see it.

----

This was a complete waste of time. Being forced to be on television – outside of anything related to his work as one of the world's greatest designers – was bad enough. Being put through such an inane, infantile, ridiculous thing was another.

But the PR department had insisted that something like this could be used to begin making a good image amongst the youth of Paris, all of them potential clients, and, against his convictions, he had allowed himself to be convinced to participate.

After all, he might be able to actually achieve something.

It was only a few seconds of seeing an adult man humiliate himself with a few cheap card tricks that he chose to cut things off.

“Your show is pathetic, just like your contestant. Control me? Never.”

And he turned off the connection.

Carefully, he stood up from his seat –

“Nooroo –! Get the trap door ready!”

– and rushed to craft his newest Akuma.

----

When Nathalie accepted the job offer to work for M. Agreste so many years before, she was certain that the contract had no mention of having to deal with her boss using a magical talisman to transform some person into a monster or empowered person so they would steal other magical talismans for him.

She still did her job and didn't tell the police or the heroes about M. Agreste's villainous moonlighting, because she understood what loyalty was. But, still, while M. Agreste's goal was worthy... it was still a bore.

“I am Hawkmoth and you are now Simon Says. I'll help you become the greatest hypnotist in the world. But in return, you'll have to help me when the time comes. Does this suit you, Simon Says?”

“Simon Says... yes.”

As her boss once more succeeded in convincing yet another angry/distraught Parisian to do something dumb, she kept her eyes on the screen.

I do not get paid enough for this.

----

The door opened with a slam, giving way to a man wearing a top hat and a suit that made him resemble the joker from the cards he now wielded.

“Simon Says the show's not over yet!” the Akuma yelled.

“Wha–?” Alec asked, but Simon Says quickly turned and threw a card at him.

“Simon Says, you're lame as a duck!”

“Hey!” Alec complained, while everyone else scattered to avoid the Akumatized man.

“That must be that hypnotist!” Marinette said, while Adrien took advantage of the distraction to cautiously sneak out of the studio.

“Maybe the studio should rethink competition shows for now...” Aurore muttered as she dragged Mireille away.

Mireille non-verbally agreed, while Simon Says tossed another card at Adrien's bodyguard.

“Simon Says, you're a gorilla!”

With the bodyguard forced on hands and knees, Simon Says used him as a platform to speak through the camera.

“For refusing my challenge, Gabriel Agreste will make a show of himself for you on this set!”

“Pére...” Chat Noir muttered. He also looked at his bodyguard, now humiliated by the Akuma's magic. If he could stop him now, then maybe this would be solved quickly, before the Akuma caused more problems.

So he jumped.

“Chat Noir says, shut up and gimme the cards!” he shouted, causing Simon Says to jump off from his human platform.

----

“Chloé, look!”

“My gorilla will take care of you!”

“An Akuma! He's hideous!” Chloé said, making a disgusted face. “I have to protect my Adrikins!”

“But does he want your protection?” Tikki asked. Not that she expected Chloé to listen to her before transforming.

----

While Chat Noir was distracted dealing with the man, the Akuma quickly tossed more cards from his pack, hitting nearly everyone else in the room, and putting them under his control.

“Simon Says you're all soldiers!” he declared. “Simon Says, search the city high and low, my soldiers, and find Gabriel Agreste!”

The hypnotized victims began to walk out of the studio, ready to do as Simon Says willed.

----

Chat Noir was glad that the suit granted him super-strength and agility, because fighting his hypnotized bodyguard wasn't easy at all: the man's size and reach made it hard to get close enough to him without getting embraced by him, and he knew that that was a daunting experience.

Seeing him do that to one loony fan that had approached him a tad too fast was one too many, thank-you-very-much.

The fight ended up taking them near where the lifts waited, and Chat Noir noticed one of them was open in the current floor. That gave him an idea.

When the Gorilla tried to grab him again, he ducked under his arm and grabbed him.

“HYAH!” he yelled, and with a powerful hip throw, he sent the man into the lift. With him trying to get back on his feet, it was enough time to get him out of the fight. “Cataclysm!”

And he destroyed the control panel.

The lift cabin quickly began to fall, and Chat Noir's last sight of the man was his surprised face before he vanished. A second later, the cabin crashed against the bottom.

“... I'm sure he's fine...” he said, attempting to convince himself about it, and internally swearing to do something nice for the man some time soon. At least, once Scar finally got herself off her butt and decided to help, the Miraculous Cure would help heal the Gorilla's injuries.

… and now he was running out of time. He would have to change strategy now.

----

“HYAH!”

The door violently opened again, this time impulsed by a black heeled foot.

“Scarlet Lady?!” Marinette said, surprised.

“That was quick!” Nino said, just as surprised. The two of them had managed to remain hidden as Simon Says sent all of his hypnotized minions away, and they had hoped Chat Noir would return soon.

“Where is my Prince?!”

“Huh?” Nino asked, wondering who the hell she was speaking of.

“Ugh, Adrien!”

“How'd you know he was here?” Marinette asked, incensed. The fact that she was appropiating Chat Noir's nickname for her had no bearing in her anger, no sir!

“My love radar always knows!”

Aaaaaaand any traces of respect she might have had for her vanished.

“So, you're stalking him. Stop using your powers for evil.”

From behind Scarlet Lady came two beeps, and Scarlet Lady moved aside to reveal Marinette's favorite hero.

“CHAT NOIR!” Scarlet Lady exclaimed.

“Huh. You got here surprisingly fast,” he pointed out.

“While you were goofing off, my Prince has gone missing! Find him!” Scarlet Lady demanded – even though she had done nothing to help.

“Ah, he's probably hypnotized, no need,” Chat Noir waved her off.

“But he's my bro!” Nino exclaimed, shocked at Chat Noir's nonchalance.

“Please, can we look just one more time?” she begged: she feared for her friend and wanted to make sure he was alright.

“You're so right,” Chat Noir replied. “I'll meet up with you at the Agreste place.”

And he sniffed. And he was actually crying.

“You okay?” she asked, before Chat Noir nodded and split off.

----

Returning to his civilian form, Adrien quickly gave Plagg some cheese so he could recharge and ran to find his friends, not far from where he had left them.

“Nino! Marinette!” he exclaimed.

“Adrien!” both of them replied.

Scar didn't even bother to hold back.

“I came, my Prince!” she shouted, looking like she wanted to kiss him.

That was the kind of thing that would replace the whale in his nightmares.

So he dodged the horrifying polka-spotted projectile and let her crash against the hard glass floor while he hugged Nino.

“Thank goodness!”

“Oof! You good mec?” Nino asked; of course, he couldn't have known that Adrien knew they had begged his hero self to look for him.

“I was worried you'd been hypnotized!” he said as cover, while he let Nino go and hugged Marinette, who was just as welcoming of the hug as he was.

“I'm okay!” Scar said, somewhere behind him.

He didn't care.

----

They all took off for the Agreste mansion, with her bravely escorting her Adrikins while those other two just distracted him from what he really wanted, namely being with her.

Adrien opened the doors, and they were met with Gabriel Agreste himself from the top of the stairs.

“Good evening, Scarlet Lady,” he greeted her, and she smiled. She would only have to say a few words and she'd have his blessing to date Adrien!

“Père!” Adrien exclaimed, while M. Agreste and Lahiffe just glared at each other, probably something unimportant since she wasn't involved in it. “You need to get out of here! Simon Says is coming for you!”

“That's enough excitement,” M. Agreste declared. “Nathalie, make sure they stay in Adrien's room.”

“As you say, M. Agreste!” Scarlet Lady replied. She was going to be able to spend time with her Adrikins in his room!

“Mlle. Scarlet, are you not here to protect me?” M. Agreste asked.

Oh, right, the stupid Akuma.

“Dammit,” she muttered. But, well, silver lining, she just needed to spend some time with the man and she would ensure she got what she wanted!

----

Neither she nor Nino had ever been to Adrien's room – their only visit being back during the Bubbler's debacle – and she was surprised by how large it was. It was probably large enough that her home's main hall would easily fit in twice over.

“Whoa...” she let out.

“Make yourselves at home!” Adrien welcomed them, before going to the bathroom. “I'm gonna take a shower.”

Nino looked at him, weirded out.

“Now?”

“What can I say? It's the model in me!” Adrien shrugged his shoulders and carefully closed the door behind him.

The two of them sat down on a couch that was facing a frankly huge television screen, feeling somewhat awkward as they did so.

“Sooo...” Nino began, trying to break the ice, and he snapped his fingers. “Gabriel sucks, right?”

That was something she could agree with!

“Oh, heck yeah! But does Scarlet Lady suck more?”

She ignored the faint Claws Out! Coming from the bathroom, it was probably her imagination.

----

He had seen her through the screen and (more or less) through his Akuma, but this was the first time he actually met his greatest enemy in person.

Oh, those earrings! They were just there! But he had to maintain his cover, and hope Simon Says would do what so many others had been unable to.

Not that he wouldn't take advantage of the situation if it were presented to him on a silver platter, of course.

“That's an... interesting belt, Scarlet Lady,” he said. Learning of what weapons she kept on herself would be useful for –

“Isn't it?! Perfect for holding my accessories. I'm so clever, you know.”

Wait. What?

“Accessories? Not weapons?”

She had to be messing with him.

“Of course! I know the importance of maintaining your image!” She wasn't messing with him – and that made it worse. “I'm the perfect match for your son, doncha think?”

“My son?”

He was of two minds.

On one side, if she was attracted to Adrien, perhaps it could be a tool to dispossess her of those earrings. His son was a good child, and in spite of the recent spate of rebellion coming from him, he would likely have no problem in doing this.

On the other side... seeing this side of his enemy made something crawl up his back. The kind of feeling crafted by the kind of people that had prompted him to keep Adrien safe at all costs.

He shivered. He had seen what some people thought was fine to send his son by mail. He was thankful for the mail screening service, and for the police's willingness to act on the contents of those messages.

“Are you seriously doing this right now!”

Ah, and here was the other half of this vexing duo, slamming his windows close. Given this sudden reveal... perhaps the better half of this vexing duo would be best said?

Quite unfortunately, this was not about a social visit, as Chat Noir pointed him to look at the security system – showing that the main gates had fallen, and Simon Says' hypnotized minions were coming through.

“There's too many of them! Your defense system won't hold!”

There was merit in that observation. However, there wasn't much he could do – except let this play out until the end. Hopefully, the Akuma would actually do something with this ploy.

“I'll go get Adrien! And maybe the others,” Scarlet Lady declared, pointing at him. “You should hide better.”

The absolute disappointment of a girl ran outside the room, not even closing the door in her haste, and he stood in front of his monitor, watching this army invade the grounds of his home, and stealthily deactivated some of the more... lethal contents of his defensive system. No need to let the heroes know about the concealed anti-air missile system, after all.

“She is... not what I was expecting,” he told Chat Noir. “Quite the bossy little thing.”

“Yeah, it's pretty annoying when people act like they're better than everyone else, isn't it?”

He rose his eyes and saw Chat Noir clicking on a remote, starting to bring down the reinforced steel sheet that would cover the window from attacks. He didn't know the boy, but could it be right that he detected a touch of poison in his words?

“It's okay, I knew you wouldn't get it.”

And Chat Noir jumped off, letting the window close down.

He was alone now, but he had little time to spend before he had to remain as Gabriel Agreste for quite some time.

----

“Wha... what do you plan... on doing with your army... Simon Says?”

“Hawkmoth, do you need to take 5?”

The man at the other side of the connection did sound like he was about to bust a gut from breathing in.

“Just... just get me the damn jewels,” he huffed before cutting off the connection.

----

“Where's Adrien?!”

“HAH?!”

They had been all calm-like (well, as calm-like as one could be when an army of hypnotized minions was assaulting the place you were in) when Scarlet Lady kicked in the doors (again) and demanded to know where Adrien was (again). Naturally, they had been shocked. In fact, Nino had only managed to save his cellphone because he blunted its fall with a foot and the plush carpet did the rest.

“In the shower... what's going on?” Nino said.

“The shower?”

Marinette thought that Scarlet Lady's expression was really like a stalker's would be. Because, geeze.

“We need to get to shelter, but don't worry. I'll go get Adrien–”

A hand gripped Scarlet Lady's shoulder like an eagle would grip its next lunch, and Scarlet Lady turned to see Nathalie Sancoeur giving her not so much a glare as a promise of sudden and painful death if she made another step forward.

“M. Lahiffe shall retrieve Adrien,” the secretary imperiously stated, and Scarlet Lady meekly buckled while Nino did as bid.

----

“Dude, you hear? We gotta get a move on!” Nino said after knocking on the door.

“K, just a second!” he said, trying to plan something to deal with the current crisis while keeping his secret identity hidden from the world. Plus, Scar was out there, and that was another can of worms he had to deal with.

But the choice was made for him, because the door was forcefully opened – again.

“Oh, no, they're here!” he heard Marinette say.

“Stay away!” Nathalie shouted, and he heard what sounded like a fight that was way too short, and then of people struggling to get loose without success.

“Get off me!” Nino screamed, but the scream sounded weaker than it should have been.

“Guys?” he asked. He hoped they had just been taken away by Simon Says' minions, but the fact that he hadn't seen it made it slightly more terrifying, like a horror movie where the worst part was what was just outside your eyesight. “Oh no, we're gonna have to transform!”

“Again?” Plagg complained with an unfriendly face. But, hey, it wasn't as if he had planned having to transform three times in less than a day!

Still, Plagg relented (under promise of a good wheel of cheese that night) and once more Chat Noir flew out of the bathroom window and entered his own room from the actual window, finding the room deserted but with little more than a few chairs thrown around.

“Seriously?!” Oh, and Scar was there, of course. “Everyone's gone?! Even Adrien?!”

“Whose fault it that, hero?” he called her out. Knowing her, she had probably ducked into a wardrobe the moment the minions came in, and hadn't come out until she was certain she wouldn't have to do a thing.

----

Being kidnapped by this lot – or, better said, letting herself be kidnapped by this lot – was an arduous task. Still, Nathalie bore with it, if only because she trusted M. Agreste, and she trusted him to see his plans through.

Even if his current plan seemed to have led him to fall in the hands of his latest Akuma.

“Dear spectators, I've kept my word!” Simon Says stated, presenting M. Agreste, who was being held in place by the Gorilla's oversized hands, and glaring at the Akuma for treating him like a prize. “Here is Gabriel!”

The Akuma presented a card and placed in on M. Agreste's chest.

“Simon Says you are... a butterfly!”

Must not laugh.

She was a professional. She would not laugh.

“Flap, flap,” M. Agreste said, waving his arms like they were wings, his face completely deadpan even as he looked so incredibly ridiculous.

She was biting her lip to avoid doing something unprofessional.

Must not laugh.

“Flap, flap,” M. Agreste continued flapping as he 'flew' around the stage.

Must not... ah, screw it, I think I can allow myself to loosen up.

So, she turned to a side and did her best to snort very quietly. It wouldn't do for people to see her mocking her boss' disgrace. She could do more of that when she was in the solitude of her rooms, after all.

“Don't cry, Mme. Sancouer!” Mlle. Dupain-Cheng, the poor, sweet child, had completely misinterpreted her action, and was trying to calm her down. “Chat Noir will save M. Agreste!”

As if summoned by those words, Chat Noir and Scarlet Lady – whom she should have some serious words about with M. Agreste once this situation finished, assuming this ended in victory for the heroes – entered the studio on a run.

“Don't mess this up, we're on TV!” the girl stated. Such a shallow conviction!

“Speak for yourself! And go for the cards!” The boy did seem to be more professional in his dealings.

“Lucky Charm!” The magical ladybugs flew out of her yo-yo, and dropped in her hand an object very much similar to the one she had just used. “A normal yo-yo? Utterly useless!”

“Simon Says–”

“NYAH!” Chat Noir yelled, interrupting the Akuma.

This was the moment.

She gave the hypnotized man holding her a hard elbow strike to the face.

“Now, children, while he's distracted!”

“Huh?” Mlle. Dupain-Cheng said, clearly surprised.

“Go for the throat or the instep!” she instructed, using a perfect elbow throw to rid herself of the man holding her.

“O–Okay!” Mlle. Dupain-Cheng answered, quickly stomping on her captor's foot. Good – must have had some kind of martial arts training.

“What kind of assistant are you?” M. Lahiffe asked as he loosened up his restrictions.

“I assure you, M. Lahiffe, that it is a useful skill to employ in my daily life.”

She had lost count of how many times she'd had to act to stop this or that person after M. Agreste used his sharpened tongue on them.

And, speaking of, he was still flapping about, without a care for the fight going on around him.

“Simon Says, take flight little plane!” the Akuma declared as he tried to fence off Chat Noir.

M. Agreste stopped flapping, and instead began to make sounds like a motor, while his arms were lifted to the sides, like fixed wings.

There was a limit to the nonsense she would allow. She grabbed the man by the back of his jacket.

“NO.”

----

He was getting overwhelmed by the heroes, but he still had enough aces under the sleeve! One or two moves, and they would fall like so many, like the oh-so-proud Gabriel Agreste, had!

“Gimme your cards, you walking eyesore!” Scarlet Lady shouted, quickly turning her yo-yo in a circle around her hand.

“Rude! Simon Says–”

“We won't let you get a word in edgewise, Akuma!” the other girl also turning a yo-yo in a circle around her hand, interrupted him, while the boy that had competed before him held a microphone staff like a weapon.

“What the–?” How had they managed to free themselves?! “Simon–”

“Nya-ya-ya-ya-ya-ya!” Scarlet Lady drowned him out.

“Not listening~!” the girl screamed.

Too much. It was too much. He had to get a word, give an order, something!

“S–Simon–”

“AN OPENING!”

Pain.

Even with the phenomenal powers granted to him by Hawkmoth, getting hit in the back by a hard sole attached to a boy of about 50 kilograms going at the speed of a bicycle hurt.

The impact was such that he accidentally lost his one weapon, his deck of cards.

“Hawkmoth, why have you forsaken me?!” he cried out, before Chat Noir destroyed the cards and put an end to his reign.

----

Well, that had been... embarrassing.

Not only had the Akuma failed in his task, he had actually managed to entrap him. And he had also managed to embarrass him. On live TV.

So much for the PR department's ideas.

A lesson to be learned, he guessed. The next time he caused an Akuma in his civilian persona, he would have to make sure it was unable to reach to him.

He chose to ignore Nathalie's mysterious giggles when he mentioned his butterflies.

He went over to Adrien's room, to ensure he had come out well from the distressing event. While his son hadn't been captured by Simon Says, it must have been a terrible moment.

“Adrien.”

“Père?” Adrien asked. Maybe a bit surprised?

He chose to do something he hadn't done in much time.

“I'm glad everything worked out,” he said, giving Adrien a hug. My goodness, he was growing out – he now reached to his shoulder without him having to lean down too much.

“Y-Yeah.”

Letting him go, he mentally considered the time and thought he could take some time speaking with him, to ascertain his current state.

He looked down and saw something strange in Adrien's hand.

“I never noticed you wore a ring...” he pointed out, and Adrien gave him a look.

“I've been wearing this for 3 months now.”

…

Awkward.

“Ehem,” he coughed. Awkwardly.

Perhaps he should have paid attention to what Nathalie said about speaking with Adrien more regularly?

No time like the present, he supposed. He sat on the couch and invited him to sit next, and he asked about what had happened to him while he, Nathalie and Adrien's friends were taken to the studio. Fortunately, he had been left unmolested after they took his friends, and he had tried to reach the studio, only to learn on the way that Chat Noir and Scarlet Lady had stopped Simon Says.

Which prompted him to ask something else.

“Adrien, Scarlet Lady expressed interest in a relationship with you, and I wanted to know your thoughts–”

Adrien's face immediately acquired a color that seemed to vacillate between puce and green.

It actually resembled the one he got a night, so long ago, before he vomited his dinner in the hall. That had been a terrible night.

“EW. No.”

“Oh, thank God.”

There goes that bargaining chip, but at least my son isn't infatuated with... her.

----

The next Monday, the class was abuzz with questions for Adrien, Marinette, and Nino, and their involvement in the latest Akuma. Adrien had little to say, given that he had avoided the Akuma's attention by dint of pure luck, but Marinette and Nino more than compensated with their thrilling tale of escaping the minions and helping Chat Noir capture Simon Says by distracting him at the critical moment.

Meanwhile, Chloé decided to speak about an entirely different matter.

“Adrihoney~! I heard you got visited by the amazing Scarlet Lady!”

Adrien yawned.

“Ugh, yeah, and I have the eyebags to prove it.”

He must have stayed awake out of his love for me! Chloé thought, giddily.

“Soooo? Isn't she ultra fab? Don't you just love her?”

“Ew. No.”

----

Within Chloé's mind...

Statement by Adrikins: Ew. No.

In answer to: Don't you just love [Scarlet Lady]?

Statement indicates: Adrikins doesn't love Scarlet Lady.

Illogical. Everybody loves Scarlet Lady!

Illogical. Adrikins couldn't not love Scarlet Lady or me!

Ergo.

Statement by Adrikins must be ignored.

Delete Statement by Adrikins.

Deletion confirmed.

Statement by Adrikins never existed.

Logical truth: Adrikins loves me! And Scarlet Lady!

----

“Welcome to the set of your favorite game, The Challenge!!” Alec Cataldi proclaimed. “Last week, Nino, our friendly DJ, won his challenge! So as promised, here he is again!”

As Nino walked into the stage, Marinette and Alya turned to the surprisingly present Adrien.

“I can't believe your father let you come again!” Marinette said.

“And after he publicly mocked the show,” Alya commented.

“Well...” Adrien replied, feeling like the cat (heh) that ate the canary, and pulled out his cellphone. “I might've threatened to wear this to the next fashion show.”

And he showed them his latest discovery in the field of punny cat T-shirts.

One that had a cat showing his middle fingers, and the legend “Get meowt of here” around it.

He had already bought it; it was too good to not have it in his wardrobe!

“Oh my God,” Marinette, the most fashion-conscious of his friends, mumbled out, her eyes going wide like plates.

“The ultimate rebellion,” Alya joked.

----

“You'll have to make two celebrities dance this time! But you get to choose your opponents!” Alec declared. “Who's it gonna be?”

“Easy!” Alec might as well just close up the program and let him return next week. This was in the bag. “Supermodel, Adrien Agreste, and LadyBlogger, Alya Cesaire!”

As he waved them to the stage, Alec was clearly shocked that he had so easily won.

“Y-You can't just challenge your own friends! That's not a fair challenge!”

Oh, he just said that. He turned to look at the man.

“Do you really want to talk about what's fair? After last week?”

“Uhhhh...”

Seriously, one would think he'd have learned from his screw up with Stormy Weather.

----

Volpina

@zoe-oneesama Really hope someone will be able to remind Hawkmoth about how much he loved flapping around like a butterfly...

Seriously, the part where Gabriel is forced to act the butterfly and flap around (especially when Gabrial actually says 'flap flap') was too good. I'm sure that Nathalie has a small video library hidden in her personal computer where she can watch a list of Gabriel Agreste's funniest videos.

#scarlet lady #scarlet lady the novel #scarlet lady is better than canon #fanfiction #milarqui #long post #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #nathalie sancoeur #gabriel agreste #simon says

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