#some offices have daycares at the bottom floors for workers to drop off their kids

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More Banban redesigns.

I'm working on Flynn, don't know who to so after that.

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Let’s all go to (baby)jail! (Miraculous ladybug and cat noir)

Nathaniel Kurtzberg yawn loudly and rubbed a eye as he finished cleaning up the main playroom. at age 16 the two time akuma villain had struggled to find then lucked into a job that would help pay for his art supplies over the summer break. at first he'd been thrilled but the truth of the matter was, while playing with the kids that came to rainbow cloud Daycare was fun, and they all loved his sketches he made for them, at the end of the day he was normally too damn tired to do any art for himself. Not helping things was the fact he was suppose to be on the afternoon shift, but one of the other workers had called in sick and as low man on totem pole, Nate got to fill the morning shift and would still have to do his afternoon shift. 'and the stupid evening shift didn't clean up before leaving, again.' he thought glumly. the only other worker on was up in the office, taking in phone calls and the like, or at least that's what Johnson claimed. Nate had a feeling the chubby slob was really just watching YouTube videos on the office computer but since he was the boss's son, there was nothing he could really say or do. all and all it was looking like it was gonna be a shit day, but straitening up and dusting off the brown slacks and white shirt that was his uniform, Nate tried to force a smile on his face. 'no sense in taking out your bad mood on the little ones.' He reminded him, looking at the clock and noting it was almost opening time. there was a heavy knock on the front door and despite the place having a no early drop off rule, Nate wasn't shocked some upper class twit would be dragging their kid by already. shaking his head and making his way to the door he opened it and took a step back in semi concern as some sort of love child between a body builder and a gorilla was standing there, glaring. "Can..Can I help you?" Nate asked, a tremor in his voice though he thought the man looked almost..oddly..familiar. The mountain of muscles made a grunting noise and then held out a letter, which Nate took with shaking hands and glanced over it as the missing link walked towards a fancy black car, leaving Nate hoping that he wasn't leaving cracks in the pavement.

' To which ever wage lackey receives this, my son had been enrolled in your little day care as out of all of the daycare's in the city, this one has the most success with it's potty training. My son despite being older then normally allowed into your daycare and into your potty training program has been allowed due to the frankly massive amount of money i have paid to brush aside all concern's. he's to be treated like any other toddler who's failed to keep his pants clean and know that while i have high hopes this will pay off, no fault will be placed upon you as the boy is simply lazy, and i suspect is doing it just for fun. PS: Don't be scared to spank him if he acts up, he's old enough to know better.

Signed Gabriel Agreste. '

Nate raised a eyebrow as he finished reading, that last name, it could really be.. and then he looked up and grinned ear to ear as of all the people he could of expected to see being enrolled in the daycare's award winning potty class, it was Mr. supermodel himself, Adrien Agreste! The Blond boy was CLEARLY not happy as he was escorted out of the car, pouting and looking down at the ground and muttering something as he was handed a large light black diaper bag with 'Adrien's diaper bag' stitched on the side in white. he was dressed in Black velco sneakers and white socks and wearing a pair of light black shorts to match the shade of his diaper bag and as Nate looked, it was clear to see the shorts were puffed out by a bulky diaper. the diaper itself was over the top of the waistband and was a cream white, it had been visible when Adrien's white t-shirt rode up for a brief second. The shirt itself amusingly had text on the front that ID'ed Adrien as a crybaby brat and while Nate couldn't make out what Adrien was muttering about apparently the gorilla had had enough and gave the blond a firm swat on his padded bottom, making the blond cry out. The gorilla pointed towards Nate and Adrien looked like he wanted to complain, but wisely kept it to himself and carried the large diaper bag (which seemed to be so loaded with extra diapers and the like it took the blond using both arms to lug it) towards the door. '...Oh..today just got a WHOLE lot better.' Nate thought. "hi little guy, welcome to Rainbow Cloud. follow me instead and we'll get you alll set up." Nate said, even as Adrien gave a dirty look.

For Adrien, his hell had started in the last two weeks in school when in the span of 3 days he'd had 6 wetting accidents and woken up having messed the bed twice. Thankfully he'd been able to cover up the accidents so no one had noticed, but naturally his father had found out about him having changes of clothes brought to him, not to mention the bed messing had been impossible to hide. A trip over his fathers knee and 20 minutes with his nose in the corner, and Adrien had been warned NOT to let it happen again or steps would be taken. the blond picked up on the threat and had nodded, promising he'd take care of it and for a day and a half, and carefully controlling his fluid intake he'd been golden. it had been during a pep rally when disaster had struck, he'd been sipping at a soda in the crowd when a loud bit of pyro had gone off and the sudden boom, and the extra bit of fluid had resulted in his flooding his pants, though since they were out in the field the urine had thankfully gone into the ground. thinking quick before anyone noticed he 'accidentally' spilled his soda on himself, soaking his pants even more and joked about his butter fingers and got permission to go and change. His father hadn't been fooled for a second, and when his bodyguard can brought Adrien a change of pants, he'd also brought him a pair of puppy print pull-ups. Knowing better then to argue the part time hero had wore the pull ups, though he could see there was no way anyone could tell under his baggy tan pants, he'd been sure the world knew for the rest of the school day. Further disaster struck on the drive home after school, his father apparently had made it clear no after school fun even if it was Friday, as they got stuck in a traffic jam. trying to ease the sense of doom, and pretty sure he was going to get anther spanking when they got home, Adrien had been watching TV in the back and munching on some rainbow chip muffins he had stashed in a compartment back there, when the urge to go number two hit him like a ton of bricks. he'd been making use of diarrhea medicine to help keep his bed clean and actually hadn't gone number 2 in the day or so as a result, but apparently he'd pushed his luck. squirming and trying to soothe the cramps, he'd begged and pleaded for his body guard to either get them out of the traffic jam, or let him out of the car to use a bathroom, but the doors stayed locked and he'd of blown his secret identity if he had just turned into cat noir and forced his way out. (not to mention he wasn't sure if the pull up would stay hidden with Cat noire's much tighter clothing, and if he was gonna fail at going poopie on the potty it was somewhat better to do it in his civilian clothes, instead of his super suit) the belt and pants had been digging in and Adrien thought MAYBE if he took them off (the back windows were tinted after all so no one could look in) that might buy him the bit of extra time he'd need, and so in just his t-shirt and puppy pull-up, he ended up kneeling on the spacious floor of the back seat, leaning on the seat with his upper half and groaning and pounding a fist, trying desperately not to fudge his pull-up. For all of 20 seconds it felt like it might of worked, then they hit a pot hole, and well that was it. game over. The boy howled and cried as he made softball sized lumps in the back of his pull-up and a rotten stench had filled the back seat. Thankfully (or more accurately, amazingly) the Pull-up hadn't leaked then he was forced to stay in his kneeling position, so that he didn't smush his smelly load and risk leaking out all over the expensive seats. Thankful for the private parking they had, Adrien had been led inside quickly and no one had seen, but instead of being given a chance to clean up he was presented to his father who had wrinkled his nose in disgust. One LONG lecture later, he was allowed to shower, then was spanked and out on time out and put in double pull-ups. For the rest of the remaining school year Adrien could of counted the amount of times he actually made it to the bathroom on one hand. Pull-ups during the day, with him having a pack at the school, and diapers once he got home. thankfully Hawk moth had found something better to do during that week then making villains as Adrien had been put more or less under lock down. it wasn't that he didn't think he couldn't of snuck away from his body guard, but there was also the fact his pants had been taken away, and he was given a pair to wear to school, and any modeling gigs he had booked. rocking the diaper and shirt look around his house was one thing, but he pictured having to turn back after fighting a villain and being stranded in down town Paris in the thick white diaper his father preferred him in. Adrien had figured this was going to be his summer, under house arrest till he could get his bladder and bowels to fall in line but his father had other ideas. "Clearly you're not even making a effort to use the washroom, from what I've seen you just sit on your behind and play your little games while stinking up my house." his father had said. "well I'm not going to let you be a lazy little potty pants and make it so i have to come home to a house smelling like a diaper pail. I've enrolled you in a daycare that will help you get back your control." "But..But..Dad you can't! I can do this! I'll fi-" "I didn't ask for your opinion on it young man, I already took care of it. you'll be going every day, Monday to Saturday, and I expect you to do your best with their 3 week potty training program. You'll either shape up and prove what I've been saying, that your just lazy and been doing this for attention and stop in short order, and then can just stop going once you've proven you can be a 'big boy.' Or you'll prove what you've been saying and you really can't help it and you'll be potty trained..again. Hopefully it'll stick this time." Shopping for the supplies had been mortifying but today as Adrien looked at the face of a semi friend, it seemed like a delight compared to the day that laid ahead of him.

"So little guy, this is the main indoor play area, though we have a playground in the back." Nate said, clearly taking delight in following orders to the letter. "and over here is a area you'll be getting VERY familiar with, hopefully to great success." Adrien followed Nate's gaze and whined loudly, it was a wall lined with 5 training potties, and had a dry erase board above each one. they had tape on them to form a grid that displayed days and times, with room for someone to draw to write something in. "Your daddy must be very eager to get you potty trained, not just anyone gets the full experience.we only focus on 5 kids at a time but if your enrolled in it, your daddy must of paid top dollar." Nate said and then gave Adrien a pat on his padded rump, making the blond sulk even more. the diaper bag had been taken from him and was over by a changing table, so his hands were free at least but all that had meant was whenever they walked anywhere Nate had made Adrien hold his hand. "I will warn you that since your technically one over the limit, you'll be waiting in line to use any potty thats free. I'll be keeping track of your potty progress for you on a card you can take home and show your daddy, so give it your best ok champ?" "..Nate come on, you know I'm not one of these little to-" Adrien said, finally having enough and turning to give the smaller boy a piece of his mind. "Before you dig yourself a nice deep hole, You should know I have full permission to spank your butt if I need to.and we've been told to treat you just like any other little guy struggling to learn how to keep his pants free." Nate said quickly. "..Of course you have. My father is a fucking asshole." Adrien groaned, rolling his eyes then yelped as a hard swat when on his padded rump. "Bad boy! no swearing! Little boys who swear and cuss get their mouths washed out!" Nate said, shaking a finger at him. a mental image of himself with soap suds around his mouth and blowing bubbles popped into Adrien's head and he whimpered. "I.I'm sorry! I didn't know." he said quickly. "...I'll let it go THIS time, but next time, they're gonna be calling you bubble breath. got it mister?" Nate asked. Adrien swallowed his pride and nodded. "right, now going on with our little tour..give me your hand little guy..that's better. anyways, over here is our arts and crafts corner where we'll-" As Nate droned on Adrien whined and found himself oddly fighting the urge to suck his thumb.

Johnson came out and met with Adrien, chuckling lots. Adrien had felt a brief hope spot that maybe he'd be looking after him  but Johnson made it clear he wasn't the type to deal with dirty diapers, so he put Nate in charge of the big baby. As parents started to drop off their children Adrien found a place to try and hide for the most part, which while normally Nate would of raised a fuss and made sure he stayed where he could be seen, having one of Paris's top models in diapers and at a day care might of caused a few issues. It was easier to let him go and hide and the oldest kid being dropped off today aside from the ex model, now pamper packer, was a 5 year old so it was unlikely their parents would believe them or they'd recognize him. Still it didn't stop a few of the children from spotting him as he was hiding under one of the crib, twin brothers age 4 who peered under the crib having seen him. they were dressed in a blue t-shirt and green cover-all's for one, and a green t-shirt and blue cover-all's for the other, both sporting brown hair in mushroom cuts. "Um, Your not 'pose to be under there." blue shirt said, trying to keep his voice down low. "you'll get in trouble and lose your cookie at snack time." "Oh uh..well..I got permission from Nate so it's ok." Adrien said, which, technically was true. it wasn't like Nate didn't know where he was. "wait.." Green shirt said, furrowing his eye brows. "Your kinda..big ta be in here.. how old are you?" "oh uh.." Adrien paused, not wanting to say his real age, but needing to think of something to keep the kids from asking too many more questions. "I'm 9." he said. "hehehe ya don't hafa be shy if your hear and 9 silly. we hada this one um.. " blue shirt paused and looked to his brother for help, and green shirt leaned over and whispered in his ear. "10 year old who was here, and git this! he was here cuz he was a potty pants! me and Joshie were potty trained at -2- and this big kid wa-" "Gawy! you know you're not 'pose ta pick on big babies!" green shirt, or Joshie Adrien supposed, scolded his brother. "Aw come one, it was sooo funny! he kept going " and in place of saying it, Gary blew a raspberry. "in his diaper and bawling like a baby!" "heh.. it was pretty funny." Joshie admitted. "O-Oh yeah.. ehehe..that does sound funny." Adrien said weakly, now really hoping the boys would leave, or at least praying they wouldn't notice his bulky diaper butt. "why dun you come out and we can go and play toys. ya needa hit the toy chest fast if you wanna git a good toy." Joshie said, with Gary nodding and stoking his chin as if his twin had given sage like advice. Adrien chuckled at how cute the boys where being and seeing how the parents were starting to leave he started to crawl out sadly for our hero, the back of his diapers, just under the waistline, but on the seam, caught on a nail. So eager was Adrien to get out and show off (and maybe make this stay SOMEWHAT bearable)  that he didn't notice. Had he but noticed, he might of been able to get away with just a hole in the shorts but atlas, at the high speed he was scooting out the shorts gave way to the nail like a hot knife though butter. Gary and josh both paused as they  heard the ripping noise, and Adrien was blushing bad as he stood up, his hands going behind his back, feeling the slick plastic of his diaper and frantically trying to get the two sides of the massive rip together. "You uh, heh..you OK?" Gary asked, giggling a little. "Did you rip your shorts or was that like a BIG fart?" Josh asked, already holding his nose just in case. "I uh..we;ll." Adrien was very shy and found himself realizing just how much he hadn't appreciated the shorts being in tack. "He totally ripped his shorts. dun worry big kid! I got ya!" Gary said then cupping a hand to his mouth he shouted. "NATTTTE! DA NEW KID RIPPED HIS SHORTS!" Gary hollered, then gave Adrien a thumbs up. "...Oh this isn't going to end well." Adrien muttered.

End part one.

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Lending A Hand

Summary: Black was tasked to help Gold babysit two baby Pokemon.

Thank you so much @dagger-writes for helping me with this fic! If it weren’t for you I wouldn’t have defeated writer’s block, haha. ^^’

And to the person who requested this, I’m sorry if it took a while but I hope you’ll like it!

“A new movie? What’s it gonna be about, Boss?” A nosy boy looked over the shoulder of his boss to try and get a peek at the script for their company’s upcoming movie. Though every time he thought he could read a line she moved so that he couldn’t.

“You’re going to wait and see it in theaters like everyone else, now sit here and wait for the guest stars like I told you, okay, Black?” White sighed and checked off actors as she saw them coming in, “I know you’re bored but please wait.”

“Guest stars? You mean the baby Pokemon?” Black thought it was funny to call them ‘guest stars’, but he supposed that they’d be trying just as hard as everyone else. They were supposed to be traveling all the way to Unova from Johto, which was a long way. At least in his head, it was. All this for baby Pokemon, he didn’t understand why they didn’t just visit their daycare.

“Yes, and like I’ve told you ten times before, please don’t bother their caretaker,” She grabbed a few dresses for herself to wear since she would be starring in a musical number in the movie.

“Why would I bother a daycare man?” he asked with a tone of confusion.

“Because, haven’t you heard? He’s a Dexholder from Johto—“ Everything she said from then on was cut off in his mind. Now he was focused on one thing: battling an older Pokedex Holder sounded way cooler than waiting for a movie to finish in production.

“And don’t battle him! You’re going to be helping him take care of the baby Pokemon so play nice!” She shot him a look and went to get dressed.

From the moment she left though he became even more restless. He couldn’t think about anything else. That one thought was hogging his mind now, he really needed Musha’s help. The office became awkwardly quiet when the workers turned to see a boy with a Musharna on top of his head, but he wasn’t even paying attention.

“Whoa, now that’s something I’ve never seen before,” a voice rang out after the front door to the studio opened with the chime of a bell. The sounds of skittering baby Pokemon followed after and Black looked up to lock eyes with a man who was trying his best to hold in chuckles.

He took Musharna off of his head and ran over, practically tripping over himself on the way, “Senior Gold?! From Johto?” Naturally, Black had learned upon every great trainer there ever had been. Gold was one of his role models.

“My reputation precedes me I see,” he said proudly with a smug grin. “You’re the one that’s supposed to help me keep these rascals in line until it’s their turn for the movie right?”

Black bobbed his head. Excitement lit up in his eyes. As he was about to scream, however, Musha continued eating his dreams, making Gold flinch from his spot. The Hatcher’s eyes widened.

“Whoa, you really sure you’re okay there?” Gold asked and Black just smiled.

“Y-Yeah,” he stuttered, and once Musha finished eating all of his dreams, it removed its mouth from its trainer’s head. It smiled while the Dreamer grinned. “Thanks, Musha! I feel a lot better now.”

“That’s one weird way of feeling better, bro,” Gold commented.

Black giggled nervously, scratching his head. “Sorry you have to see that, senior. Anyway, hi!” he exclaimed, reaching his hand for the gold-eyed man. “I’m Black! Nice to meet you!”

“Black,” Gold smirked, shaking his junior’s hand. “Weird name for a brown-haired guy.”

Black tilted his head, furrowing his eyebrows. Did he really just say that?

Gold laughed, as he stomped the bottom of his billiard cue on the ground. “I’m kidding. Nice to meetcha, Black!”

Black took a deep breath. His smile returned. “Thanks, senior!”

Gold rubbed his index finger on his nose. “No prob,” he replied in a cocky tone. “All in a day’s work.”

Black’s shoulders drooped. A comically large sweat dripped from his left temple. “But you haven’t done anything yet…”

“Of course I did!” Gold tried to argue, but Black shook his head. “Come on! You’re my junior! You have to like admire me or somethin’!”

Black thought how different his senior was from the others, most notably from his senior Red. He ran a hand through his hair. “Uhh...well…” He felt a nudge on his shoulder. Curious, he turned around to see Musha with a distressed face. His eyebrows creased. “What is it, Musha?”

Musha pointed at the baby Aipom and Delibird in front of it. Black followed and his eyes widened in shock.

“Uhh, s-senior,” he called. Gold sighed but looked at his junior, nonetheless.

“What is—holy shit!” The older boy’s jaw dropped.

What lies in front of them was a pissed Aipom and an angry Delibird. Gold gulped. He completely forgot that those two hardly get along. The only reason why they were together was all because of the BW Agency specifically needing a baby Aipom and a baby Delibird.

Black gave Gold a look. Did he know about this? And...did he just curse? “S-Senior,” he stammered, gulping. “We have to stop them. My Boss wouldn’t like it if the place is a mess. Senior? Gold?”

Gold snapped out of his trance. He blinked. “Yeah, yeah,” He set his billiard cue aside. “Come on. You grab Delibird. I grab Aipom.”

Black nodded. It sounded like a plan.

The two men slowly tiptoed behind the Pokemon. As they were about to get closer, the Aipom used its fist-like tail to punch Gold in the crotch while the Delibird just flew above Black before the Dreamer could catch it. Gold held his goodies, as he screeched in pain.

“Dammit!” he cursed, glaring at the Aipom.

For the record, he only agreed to do this because he would get paid.

And he desperately needed that money.

“You’re gonna behave whether you like it or not!” The Hatcher struggled to stand up and used his left arm to support himself from standing. He shot a glare at the Aipom while the Aipom did the same.

He slowly took a step closer, but the Aipom ran away. Black slid in front of him with Gold’s jaw falling on the floor once again.

“The Delibird flew, didn’t it?”

“Yep,” Black replied painfully.

Gold groaned, running his palm through his face. “That’s it. I’m getting pissed now.”

“I have an idea!” Black suddenly shouted, standing up. Gold gave him a curious look. “MUSHA!”

“What the hell?!” Gold backed off once he saw Musharna went back to its trainer’s head.

“Blank…” Black mumbled. He had to think clearly and the only way to do that was to let Musha eat his dreams and calm him down. His mind had to be completely blank.

After a few moments, he opened his eyes. The Aipom and the Delibird let out a cry, loud enough for Gold to close his ears, but it didn’t affect Black or Musha.

“SENIOR!” Black screamed, making Gold back off once again. For the love of Arceus, he was literally right beside him! Why did Black need to yell?! “Do you have their Poke Balls?! Let’s return them so they can cause less chaos!”

A sudden light bulb flicked on Gold’s head. Of course! Why didn’t he think of it?! “I have,” He gave Black a Poke Ball while Black just accepted it. Determination both lingered in the Pokedex Holders’ eyes.

“On a count of three,” Black said, signaling Gold.

Gold smirked. “One.”

“Two.”

“THREE!”

Both trainers raised their hands and in an instant, the Aipom and the Delibird returned from it. Both Pokemon have irked expressions, but Black and Gold ignored it.

“Alright! We did it!” Black yelled. He pumped his fist in the air.

Gold leaned on the wall. The smirk on his face didn’t fade. “Good job, kiddo.”

Those were music to Black’s ears. Did...Did his senior just compliment him? “T-Thanks, senior!”

Gold rubbed his nose. He winked at his junior with his smirk never leaving his face. “All in a day’s work.”

Gold may not be like his senior Red, but Black had to admit that he had a lot of fun spending time with him despite how chaotic and short it was. He was a different Dexholder, but a good one.

Bonus:

“Black,” White came out of the dressing room. Gold looked at her from head to toe, but Black didn’t seem to have noticed. White looked around the room and saw some footprints. “What happened here? Where’s the baby Pokemon?”

Black chuckled nervously. “Uhh, you see, Boss, I...uhh…”