#tikkibug

[bugoutreviewgirlie]

i love tikkibug and plaggnoir

eye--I like them too?? like, Tikki and Ladybug/Marinette as a team are great, as are Plagg and Chat/Adrien. Not sure I've ever seen tikkibug or plaggnoir as a thing before.

[alyas-ladyblog]

A Not So Brief Hiatus P.7

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Ao3

Hey everyone! Sorry this update’s so late, school kicked up, so I’ve been trying to juggle that, my internship and this. I’m super excited that we finally got to the introduction of the Fox hero. Alya’s section of the fic will end soon, and we’ll be moving onto the next character, which will be fun :)

Anyways, hope you enjoy, and likes and reblogs are always appreciated.

Corporislatro, I am Hawkmoth. Aren’t you tired of your best friend acting as though she’d be anything without you? I’m giving you the power to make your best friend walk in your shoes, and you in hers. In return, you must bring me Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculouses.

Do we have a deal?

“Yes Hawkmoth.”

---

“shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit, shit!” Marinette whispered, clambering downstairs, Tikki floating close behind. 

Tikki suddenly yelped, and dove into the fruit bowl on the counter. 

Before she could react, Marinette heard a noise. 

She stiffened. 

Sabine walked out in her robe, blearily rubbing her eyes. 

“Marinette honey, what’s going on?” 

Marinette shushed her. 

“It’s an akuma. Go back into your room, and stay there,” she said, pushing her mom back towards her parents’ room. 

As she moved to close the door, Sabine grabbed her wrist. 

“What about you?” She said, and began pulling Marinette in. 

Another cackle sounded from outside, and Sabine paused. 

“Marinette,” Alya’s singsong voice floated through the house. “Where are you girl?” 

Sabine’s eyes widened. “Is that–” 

Marinette shut the door on her mom’s face. 

“I’ll be fine!” Marinette said through the door. “I’m just going back up to my room, and I’m gonna lock myself in. I’ll be safe, I promise.” 

She heard her mom pounding on her frame as she dashed off. 

She wondered how long it would take before Sabine remembered that that door locked from the inside. 

Marinette ducked behind the couch, away from the living room window. 

Tikki zipped out of the fruit bowl. 

“That was a close call,” She said. 

“Yeah, no kidding,” Marinette replied. “Let’s get this done quickly, I owe Alya an explanation. Tikki, Spots On!” 

The transformation washed over her. 

Ladybug emerged from behind the couch, sneaking into the hall and out the backdoor, and swung her way onto the roof of the school as quietly as she could. 

She surveyed the area, spotting Alya’s akumatized form pacing back and forth on her the Dupain-Cheng balcony. 

Ladybug pulled out her yoyo, using the camera to get a closer look. 

She started when she saw Alya. 

Her hair was pulled into two ponytails at the back of her head, and she wore a light grey, almost white jacket, and a black shirt with white cherry blossoms and pink vines on them. Her pants were a darker, more muted version of the same pink, and she wore a similarly colored cross body purse. 

“She’s wearing my clothes,” Ladybug breathed. 

Akuma Alya turned, and stomped her foot. 

Ladybug noted the black tears running down her face, and her white eyes, devoid of any pupil or iris. 

Ladybug’s eyes narrowed, and she zoomed in with her yoyo, looking for anything that stood out, that might house the akuma. 

“Fancy mew-ting you here, milady.” 

Ladybug let out a startled squeak and fell forward. 

She felt someone grab her wrist, and pull her back. 

As soon as she regained her footing, Chat let go of her wrist. 

“Sorry,” he said quietly, running a hand through his hair. “I didn’t mean to startle you.” 

He crouched next to her. “So, what do we know?” 

“The akuma is Alya Césaire, the author of the Ladyblog. Still not sure what her powers are, or why she got akumatized, but I’m guessing it has something to do with Marinette Dupain Cheng, her best friend. She was looking for her earlier, and that’s whose balcony she’s standing on. And before you ask,” Ladybug said, holding up her hand as Chat tried to interrupt her, “Marinette is safe. I have her in a secure hiding place. Alya won’t find her.” 

“Okay good,” Chat said with a nod. “Alya again,” he murmured. “Seems the poor thing’s having a rough go at it. Oblivio only happened a few weeks ago.” 

Ladybug felt a twinge of guilt at that. 

“Well, if we get this done fast, we can talk to her afterwards and check on how she’s doing,” Chat said. 

Ladybug nodded. 

“Okay,” she said. 

The two sprang forward, and Ladybug swung onto the balcony, Chat Noir touching down a second later. 

Akumatized Alya shrieked, seemingly put on defense. She hopped back, sprinting across the rooftops, Ladybug and Chat Noir in hot pursuit. 

The two followed her onto the roof of a greenhouse, where Alya gave them a mocking salute and fell back, shattering the pane she fell on. 

The duo hopped in after her, landing in the middle of a variety of plants. 

Ladybug backed up slowly until she bumped backs with Chat Noir. She drew her yoyo, but waited to turn it into her barrier, knowing the light it gave off would put a target on their back. 

Chat did the same, holding his baton with one hand, his other hand ghosting Ladybug’s hip, assuring her of his presence. 

They held their position, looking around for Alya. 

The greenhouse was unnaturally quiet. 

Ladybug felt the hairs on her neck stand on end. 

“Look out!” she yelled, just as Akumatized Alya dropped down from a bar on the ceiling, firing beams of light at them from two wristlets. 

Ladybug and Chat Noir dove in separate directions, and dodged the incoming beams. 

“Stand still!” the akuma roared. 

“Keep her busy!” Ladybug commanded. 

Chat nodded. 

He ran right for her, batting the beams of light out of the way with his baton. “You trying to get a picture of me for the Ladyblog Alya?” He asked, bringing his baton down, right where the akuma was standing. 

The akuma sidestepped the attack, and drove her elbow into Chat’s ribs. “It’s not Alya anymore, it’s Corporislatro,” she said, smashing her hand into his face.

 Chat flew back and rolled back into a somersault, landing on his feet. “Don’t you know Alya? Cat’s always land on their feet.” 

Corporislatro bared her teeth. “I’m going to relieve you of all nine of your lives kitty cat,” she hissed, charging Chat. 

Chat’s eyes widened, and he leapt out of the way, tripping the akuma. “Meowch,” he said, “I love a good cat pun but that one was just plain vicious.”

 He saw a flash of light out of the corner of his eye, and Ladybug holding what looked to be…a box of tea? 

Ladybug’s eyes lit up in recognition. “I’ll be back!” She shouted, throwing her yoyo out through the shattered window, launching herself into the sky. 

Chat cursed under his breath. 

Guess he was gonna be babysitting. 

He turned back to Corpwhatever and sighed at the wolfish grin she threw his way. 

“I hope I don't have to get a rabies shot after this,” he said, and drew his baton. 

--- 

Marinette burst into Master Fu’s studio. 

“Master! I need your help.” 

Fu nodded, and turned to the phonograph. 

He drew the miracle box from it, and opened it in front of her. 

“Pick an ally to help you on this mission,” Fu began, and Marinette tuned him out. 

She looked down at the options. 

Turtle? 

No. Corporislatro was too fast. 

Bee? 

No. She was too evasive, and could switch to using those beams to attack from a distance. 

Dragon? 

There wasn’t any point. The akuma didn’t seem to have any weakness to the elements. 

What she needed was a distraction. 

Marinette’s hand drifted towards the Fox. 

She hesitated. 

Was that too soon? Would bringing out Alya’s old miraculous to use against her be rubbing salt in the wound? 

“Trust your intuition Marinette,” Fu said. 

Marinette nodded, and grabbed the Fox Miraculous. 

Fu handed her the box, and she gingerly put the necklace inside. 

“Do you have someone in mind?” 

Her phone vibrated. 

Luka⚡️10:58pm: There’s an akuma in the greenhouse near your house. Stay inside. Stay safe. 

Marinette smiled. “I think I have the perfect candidate.” 

---- 

Ladybug cursed, leaping onto another rooftop. The boat had been empty. 

She sprinted past her bakery, then came to a screeching halt. 

Her parents were outside the bakery, talking with someone. 

She dropped down in front of them. “Monsieur, Madame, you need to get inside, it isn’t safe for you to–” 

Her sentence trailed off, and she realized who her parents were talking to. 

Luka raised his hand in greeting. 

“The akuma has our daughter!” Sabine sobbed, quickly drawing her attention back to the problem at hand. 

“It’s alright love,” Tom said, pressing a kiss to his wife’s forehead. “Ladybug is here now, she’ll fix this.” 

Ladybug took Sabine’s hand. “Marinette is safe. The akuma was targeting her, so I took her somewhere protected. She’s hiding now and she’s in good hands: the akuma can’t get to her. I apologize for the scare.” 

Sabine nodded, and gave her a watery smile. 

“Thank you, Ladybug.” 

Ladybug smiled back. “Is there anything you can tell me about this akuma?” 

“Her power seems like it makes people switch personalities,” Luka responded. “She hit my sister, and my sister started acting like her girlfriend. It even changed her hair and clothes to match, and she was crying these black tears,” he said with a shudder. 

“After hitting her, the akuma tried hitting my mom and I, but lost her patience and left, and Jule-Rose seems fine. The akuma had said something about finding Marinette, so I ran here, to try and make sure she was safe.” 

Ladybug nodded. “Any other details?” 

Luka shook his head. 

“Well then, we best be getting you home.” 

Ladybug looped her free arm around Luka, and turned back to her parents. 

“Monsieur, Madame, for your safety, please get back inside.” 

Sabine squeezed Ladybug’s hand, and her and Tom went back into the bakery. 

Ladybug breathed a sigh of relief, and grabbed her yoyo, launching them into the air. 

She dropped them in a nearby alleyway. 

“Ladybug why did we–” Ladybug thrust the box at him. 

“Luka Couffaine, this is the Miraculous of the Fox, which grants the power of illusion. You will use it for the greater good, and when the mission is over, you will return it to me. Can I trust you?” 

Luka’s eyes crinkled in confusion. 

“What about Viperion?” 

“Not the right choice for this mission,” she said. 

“But isn’t there already a fox?” 

“She asked to be retired,” Ladybug explained, feeling the familiar tightening in her chest. 

Luka nodded, not pressing the matter, which she appreciated. 

He opened the box, and Trixx shot out. 

“Heya new guy! The name’s Trixx, I’m your kwami, you know the drill. Remember to focus when you cast your mirage, and keep playing until you want it to fall. To detransform, it’s Trixx, let’s rest, and to transform, just say Trixx, let’s pounce.” 

Luka slipped on the necklace. “Trixx, let’s pounce!” 

The transformation washed over him, giving him a fur trimmed hood, and a sharper mask, with an orange line under each eye, coming down to a point on his nose. 

Ladybug tilted her head. 

His suit was mostly cream colored, with gradients of orange concentrated at his joints and on his head. 

She’d never seen a fox quite like it. 

“Let’s head out,” he said, leaping onto the roof. 

“So, what do you want me to call you?” Ladybug asked, jogging next to him. 

Luka hummed. “Euterpe,” he said finally. 

The two stopped across the way from the greenhouse, where they could see flashes of bright light coming from within.

Euterpe’s eyes widened. “Is Chat–” 

“Alone in there with Corporislatro? Yeah. Listen, I need you to stay hidden, alright? This is Alya, even in her akumatized form, she'll know what having the fox around means, and she'll be on the lookout for illusions.”

 Euterpe nodded. “I’ll stick to the shadows,” he said, peeling off from their spot and perching on the roof, watching the fight from above. 

Ladybug dropped down through the roof, landing in front of Chat Noir, reflecting one of Corporislatro’s beams back towards her. 

“I thought you were bringing a friend!” Chat said, knocking a beam to the side with his baton. 

Ladybug threw her yoyo, the end wrapping around the ceiling beam, and swung at Corporislatro, driving her feet into the akuma’s chest, sending her flying. 

“I did!” she said, dropping back onto the ground. “I told him to wait to make his appearance.” 

Chat feigned offense. “So when he makes a grand entrance, it’s ‘fine’, and ‘Ladybug approved,’ but when I make a grand entrance it’s ‘a strategic misstep’ and ‘showboating’, I see how it is Bugaboo.” 

Ladybug laughed, her back turned to where the akuma was. 

Chat’s eyes widened when he saw the beam coming for her. 

“Ladybug watch out!” He thrust his hand forward. 

Ladybug turned, and the beam hit her square in the chest. 

Chat flung his baton like a boomerang, sending Corporislatro flying once more.

He caught the baton, and turned back to Ladybug, who was doubled over. 

Chat watched in horror as her hair receded, changing into a short pixie cut. Two antennae sprung from above her temples, and her suit turned black, with a solitary red spot spanning the majority of her mask, her face covered in the same black tears as Alya’s. Shiny, bug-like armor covered her torso, and her yoyo disappeared. 

She stood up, eyes still closed, and Chat noticed two red spots, one on each cheek. 

Her eyes opened, and Chat recoiled. 

Ladybug’s eyes were indigo. 

Her now-indigo eyes widened. 

“Oh no,” she breathed. Chat rushed forward. 

“What happened?” He asked, placing his hands on her face. 

The second he touched her, he flinched. 

Waves of pure energy rolled off of her. This was not Ladybug, this was something even more powerful, something ancient. 

He recognized the energy. 

“Tikki?” Ladyb-Tikki nodded. 

“Alya’s power seems to swap whoever gets hit’s body with their best friend.” 

Something bubbled up in Chat’s chest, but he shoved that feeling down. 

This was serious. 

Chat grabbed Tikkibug, who responded with a small, “eep!” and jumped out the building, stumbling upon the white fox. 

“Change of plans Foxtrot, we need to go, now.” 

The new hero nodded, tucking his flute in between his sash and his back, and ran after them. 

Once they were far enough away, Chat placed Tikkibug on the ground gently. 

“Is she…” Chat’s sentence trailed off, not sure how to finish the thought. 

“Ladybug’s fine,” Tikkibug confirmed. “I can sense her freaking out, but she’s aware of what’s going on. It just means she’s having to control our powers now.” 

Tikkibug held out her hand, and the yoyo appeared in it in a flash of light. “I haven’t been in control in a couple of millennia, but I have access to more power than Ladybug does at the moment. I would prefer not to use it, because without me moderating the flow of power it can get a little…messy very quickly.” 

“What do you mean by messy?” The fox hero asked. 

Tikkibug winced. “I just wanted to summon some water, but ended up submerging an entire city.” 

“Oh, that kind of messy,” the fox hero said, his voice an octave higher than it was before. He took a breath and turned to Chat. “Nice to meet you by the way, I’m Euterpe.” He stuck his hand out. 

Chat took his hand, and shook it, marveling at how soft his suit looked, and tried not to think about Tikki admitting to sinking Atlantis. “Nice to meet you, Euterpe.” 

“What’s the plan?” Euterpe asked, turning to Tikkibug. 

She furrowed her brow. “We need to get Alya into an enclosed location, so we can limit her potential targets, and corner her, but one big enough to maneuver in.” 

“What about the Grand Palais?” Euterpe suggested. 

Tikkibug nodded. “That should work.”

[tbiatc]

I'm not transfem but Tikki gender bug, bug gender Tikki, trans bug trans genderbug Tikkibug gender

[ao3feed-ladynoir]

Fission Reaction

Fission Reaction by Maidezmaidez

Marinette felt the headache before she felt anything else. She didn't feel the gravel sticking to her cheeks as she slowly lifted her head off the pavement. She felt ill, like she was ripped apart and then sewn back together with a 5-guage sewing needle, (not that her description was too far off). What exactly happened to her?

Finally, able to peel her eyes open, Marinette took in the sight of 3 figures lying about in all sorts of bodily configurations that could not possibly be comfortable. One figure in particular caught her eye as they were decked out in bright red and black spots, not unlike a ladybug. Their face was obscured from her vision, and they didn't seem to be moving.

Gosh, what happened to us? Them?

Words: 3065, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Tikki, Plagg, Original Akumatized Character(s), Akuma

Relationships: Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Tikki, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Plagg, Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Plagg

Additional Tags: Tikkibug, Plaggadrien, Plain old Marinette, Adrichat, fission, the heroes get split unevenly by the akuma, y'all this is my first fic, I have no idea what I'm doing, No Beta, We Die Like Men, fusion (sorta), anxious!Marinette, sad!Adrien, tikki is annoyed by everything, Plagg Being Plagg, Helpful Plagg, POV Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Marinette can't remember what happened

Read Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/18927001

[ladysunamireads]

Fission Reaction

Fission Reaction by Maidezmaidez

Marinette felt the headache before she felt anything else. She didn't feel the gravel sticking to her cheeks as she slowly lifted her head off the pavement. She felt ill, like she was ripped apart and then sewn back together with a 5-guage sewing needle, (not that her description was too far off). What exactly happened to her?

Finally, able to peel her eyes open, Marinette took in the sight of 3 figures lying about in all sorts of bodily configurations that could not possibly be comfortable. One figure in particular caught her eye as they were decked out in bright red and black spots, not unlike a ladybug. Their face was obscured from her vision, and they didn't seem to be moving.

Gosh, what happened to us? Them?

Words: 3065, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M, Gen

Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Tikki, Plagg, Original Akumatized Character(s), Akuma

Relationships: Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Tikki, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Plagg, Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Plagg

Additional Tags: Tikkibug, Plaggadrien, Plain old Marinette, Adrichat, fission, the heroes get split unevenly by the akuma, y'all this is my first fic, I have no idea what I'm doing, No Beta, We Die Like Men, fusion (sorta), anxious!Marinette, sad!Adrien, tikki is annoyed by everything, Plagg Being Plagg, Helpful Plagg, POV Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Marinette can't remember what happened

Read Here: http://archiveofourown.org/works/18927001

[eikatsukiyomi]

I’m now on Ebay, as TikkiBug; I’ll be putting up all my Pokemon cards and theme decks for auction.

[ladyxlettie]

Okay story time: me and my friend were on World of Warcraft, bored and trying to decide what to do and then i just “lets make lady bug and chat noir on here, like... gamer au, they both play wow and chat noir and ladybug are their in game alter egos/avatars” with her as “plaggnoir” playing a worgen rogue, and me as “tikkibug” playing a human hunter (ladybug and chatnoir were taken surprise surprise)

but now ive expanded a bit

They both play the game in secret (Marinettes embarrassed despite alya being a big fan of the game), and Adrien’s afraid of what his father would say about “wasting his time on silly games”

In the game world, Mari is a level 39 human hunter named “M_Ladybug”, using a crossbow and fighting alongside her pet beetle, Tikki

Adrien plays “Chat★Noir”, a level 38 wereline/werecat(pls recommend a better name :’]) Rogue, with a little cosmetic pet cat named Plagg out almost all the time

[alyas-ladyblog]

ANSBH P.9

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Hey everyone! I'm posting this early because I'm pretty slammed with classes right now. I might not be able to post again for another week or two, so I hope you enjoy this one! I listened to Warrior by Chloe x Halle when writing the first part of this section, and Female Energy Pt. 2 by Willow for the second.

“Alya?”

The voice echoed in the empty facility.

The akuma turned, the butterfly outline vanishing from her face.

Across the facility stood Marinette.

She stood in her pajamas, hand clutched over her heart, looking smaller that Chat Noir had ever seen her before.

Corporislatro’s face lit up, and for a second, it was like she hadn’t been akumatized.

She dropped the cutlass.

“Marinette, girl I’ve been looking all over for you!” The akuma rushed forward.

Marinette took a step back. “What are you doing Alya?”

The akuma’s face fell.

Chat’s ears twitched. He heard a flute from above him.

Ah.

He looked at the akuma and the illusion.

“You get away from her!” He hollered, regaining the akuma’s attention.

The akuma picked up the cutlass and pointed it at Chat.

“Stay out of this!”

Chat held up his baton like a sword.

“Run Marinette, he said to the illusion.

“No,” she responded harshly. “I want to talk to Alya.”

The akuma paused. “It’s Corporislatro, but that’s not important. What is important is that I found you. Or I guess more accurately, you found me!” she said with a laugh.

Corporislatro flipped the cutlass over, resting her arms on the pommel. “I wanted to apologize. I wasn’t being fair earlier.”

The illusion sighed. “It’s fine.”

“No it’s not,” the akuma said, shifting her weight forward, and reaching for Marinette.

Marinette recoiled, and the akuma winced.

“See?” She said softly. “We’re not fine. And I– I don’t know how to make it right.”

The illusion sighed again, and sat down, beckoning to the akuma to sit down with her.

Corporislatro put down her cutlass and did so, but left a good deal of space between them.

Illusion Marinette nodded in appreciation.

Chat Noir stood stock still, trying to make as little noise as possible.

He didn’t know what the plan was, but the last thing he needed was to blow this for them.

“I just, I wanted you to see my perspective,” the akuma admitted. “I want you to know why I did what I did, and I wanted to know what you’re going through.”

She paused. “But I don’t want to force you to see my perspective. You’re my best friend Marinette, I know we can talk this out.”

The illusion stiffened. “We can give it a try, but I don’t want to talk to you when you’re like this,” she said, gesturing to the akuma’s getup.

“I’m not getting rid of it,” Corporislatro said.

Marinette stood. “Then I guess we have nothing to talk about.”

She turned her back on the akuma, and began walking away.

The akuma looked at her in shock. Then, her features contorted into rage, and she picked up the cutlass.

Chat Noir’s eyes widened, and for a moment, he forgot it was an illusion.

“Marinette, watch out!”

The illusion turned, and Chat watched as the wristlets reformed, and the akuma hit her squarely in the chest with a beam.

Nothing happened.

Corporislatro froze.

She fired off another shot.

There was a flash of light, but once again, nothing happened.

Corporislatro smacked the wristlet and fired off another shot. “What is going on?”

The butterfly outline appeared on her face once more. “You said this would put her in my shoes,” the akuma hissed. “You said it would put best friends into each other’s bodies! But so far, the success rate sucks. What gives?”

“I might have an answer,” the illusion responded.

The outline faded, and the akuma turned to face Marinette.

“I don’t have a best friend,” the illusion said quietly.

The akuma’s brow furrowed. “That’s ridiculous,” she said, taking a step forward. “I’m your best friend.”

She fired off another shot.

“Would a best friend discount my feelings?” the illusion responded, walking towards her.

Corporislatro fired another beam, but the illusion continued to advance.

“Would a best friend guilt me for being successful?”

Shot.

“Would she humiliate me in front of my crush?”

The illusion was now within arm’s reach of the akuma.

Shot.

“Would she try to coerce me into seeing her point of view?”

Corporislatro staggered back, shooting off three beams in rapid succession.

“Would she leave me to fend for myself against Lila?”

Chat suddenly felt like he couldn’t breathe. Like his lungs were filling with water, and he was drowning on land.

“Now Chat!”

Tikkibug dropped from the ceiling, breaking him from his reverie.

The akuma shrieked, and reached for Marinette, who dissipated in the wind the second she touched her.

Euterpe touched down in front of Corporislatro.

Her brows shot up, and the fear in her eyes turned to searing rage.

“You have something that belongs to me,” she snarled, and lunged forward–

–Only for Tikkibug to smash the potted plant on her head.

The akuma dropped like a sack of bricks.

Before any of them could react, the wristlets began to glow.

Tikkibug’s eyes widened and she thrust her arms forward, flicking her wrists.

The ground rumbled, and Chat stumbled back.

Roots emerged from below, crackling the concrete, and knocking the akuma’s feet from under them.

The roots paused for a fraction of a second.

And Tikkibug closed her hands into fists.

The roots descended on the akuma, binding her legs together, and forcing her arms apart.

The glow in the akuma’s wristlets ceased.

And Tikkibug collapsed.

Euterpe caught her, and eased her onto the ground.

“Tikki,” Chat gasped.

“Go get the object,” Euterpe said. “I have Spots.”

Chat opened his mouth to protest, then closed it, and nodded.

He ripped the wristlets off of Corporislatro, and with a quick “cataclysm,” reduced them to ashes.

Euterpe in the meantime, stood Tikkibug up, supporting most of her weight.

Chat noted in horror that she seemed to be bleeding blue blood from the corner of her mouth.

“No more evildoing for you little akuma,” she mumbled, capturing the akuma in her yoyo.

She opened the yoyo, and the three watched as the white butterfly flew off.

Chat gathered the pieces of the Lucky Charm, and gave them to Tikkibug, who threw them in the air with a tired, “Miraculous Ladybug!”

The ladybugs swirled, repairing the ground and the broken window, and removing the roots. Finally, they washed over Tikkibug, whose antennae receded into her head, and regained her signature ponytails, suit, and bluebell eyes.

“Euterpe?” she said, looking up with bleary eyes at the hero holding her.

The fox hero smiled down at her affectionately. “Welcome back Spots.”

Chat ignored the twist in his gut, and went to check on Alya, who knelt on the ground.

“Where…where am I?”

Chat crouched down next to her, and she flinched, hand covering her mouth in horror.

“Oh god, Marinette–”

“–is perfectly safe,” Chat interjected. “Now come on. Let’s get you home.”

He picked Alya up and vaulted out of the facility, doing his best to ignore the pair lingering behind.

“You need to go Ladybug,” Euterpe said gently, pushing back the heroine.

“I know,” she mumbled. “But I’m so tired.”

He chuckled. “Well it is midnight.”

She groaned. “I’m sorry this went so late.”

“It’s alright,” he said, an affectionate smile pulling at his lips. “Will you be able to get home alright?”

She nodded.

“Do you want me to return this tomorrow?” He asked, gesturing to the necklace. “I promise I’ll keep it safe.”

She gave him a tired smile. “I couldn’t make you do that.”

Euterpe smiled. “It’s fine,” he said. “Go home, get some rest.”

Ladybug hummed drowsily in response, and gave him a grateful pat on the shoulder.

“Bug out,” she said, shooting off into the night.

Chat was off his game.

He’d deposited Alya on the balcony outside her window at the Césaire residence, only for her to amusedly tell him she’d been sleeping over at Marinette’s.

So, he’d ran her across Paris, setting her down on the Dupain-Cheng’s balcony.

She nodded in thanks, and the beep of his ring told him he needed to get going, but he hesitated.

“If you need someone to talk to, let me know,” he said, shifting on the railing.

She nodded again.

“Or uh, you’re friends with that Agreste kid. You should talk to him. I’m sure he’d love to lend an ear,” he said.

She gave him a funny look, and he cringed.

“Well look at that, I have to go! Bye!” He squeaked, and bounded off into the night.

Alya watched him go.

When she couldn’t see him anymore, she headed inside, finding Marinette in her bed, sleeping soundly.

She smiled.

Alya did her best to climb over her without disturbing her, pulled up Marinette’s blankets, set up on the floor, and went to sleep.

Whatever conversation they had would have to wait until tomorrow.

[alyas-ladyblog]

ANSBH P.8

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Thanks for waiting everyone! Here's the newest chapter. I wrote this while listening to Wolf by Miguel. Corporislatro continues to rage, and Hawkmoth begins getting concerned.

What just happened Corporislatro?

“I don’t know! I thought you said Ladybug would be useless after she got hit!”

The akuma felt a rumbling in her head, as if Hawkmoth had hummed.

It seems like her kwami is in control. That makes her unpredictable. Tread carefully, but don’t lose sight of our goal. She’s vulnerable. If we play this right, Marinette will be in your shoes by sunrise.

“Yes Hawkmoth.”

Euterpe stood, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “So what’s the plan Spots?”

Tikkibug rolled her eyes. “Split off and stake out the Grand Palais. Find a good vantage point. Ladybug is right: you’ll be most effective if you’re a surprise. We’ll lead her to you.”

The hero nodded. He stood, and sprung out from their combined hiding place, leaping from roof to roof.

Tikkibug mindlessly flicked her wrist, and the yoyo disappeared in a flash of purple light.

“So now all we have to do is find Corp and lure her to the Grand Palais, then you can Lucky Charm us to victory.” Chat said, twirling his tail. Tikkibug winced. “Hopefully. We’ll see how I do in combat. I’m incredibly rusty.”

“Well, if it’s any consolation, you’ll probably hold up better than Plagg would,” Chat said.

As soon as the words were out of his mouth, he flinched. Tikki presumed Plagg zapped him in retaliation to that comment.

Tikkibug giggled, antennae twitching. “Cheese Curd knows his way around a battle, trust me.”

Chat involuntarily purred, and his eyes widened in mortification, much to Tikki’s amusement.

“Anyways,” Chat said, his voice cracking, “how are we gonna find the akuma?”

A cackle echoed through the street.

Tikkibug smiled. “Like that.”

--

Corporislatro had been easier to find than anticipated.

Now continuing to evade her attacks while running away from her?

That was hard.

“How long do we have to do this for?” Chat shouted, using his baton to vault out of the way of an incoming beam.

He landed back on the roof, and immediately broke back into a sprint.

Tikkibug summoned her yoyo, chucking it back at the akuma, who batted it aside with her wrist.

“Not much longer, we’re almost there!”

Tikkibug pulled her yoyo back in, and threw it at Corporislatro’s ankles.

At the last second, she let go of the yoyo entirely, and the head split in two, wrapping around the akuma’s ankles and sending her crashing down to the street below.

Chat gaped at Tikkibug.

She grabbed his wrist, and pulled him along. “What are you waiting for? Let’s go!”

Finally, the two arrived at the Grand Palais, and leapt up onto the glass roof.

Chat smashed one of the panels, and Tikkibug shot him a look.

“What? We have to get in somehow.”

Tikkibug glared, and dropped down, landing softly on the floor below.

Chat followed suit.

His eyes scanned the facility, looking for the fox hero. His eyes adjusted, night vision revealing Euterpe hidden in the scaffolding of the arch holding the glass dome up.

The hero sent him a quick salute, and Chat sent him a nod in return.

Tikkibug flicked her wrist back and forth, summoning and desummoning her yoyo. She swirled her wrist and her yoyo morphed into a shield, which appeared on her forearm.

Chat looked at her. “How are you doing that?”

“Mastery of the miraculous comes with age,” Tikkibug said simply. “And Ladybug is having a bit of a hard time with containing the power of creation. This will relieve some of the pressure.”

Chat furrowed his brow. “So, you can turn it into anything you want?”

Tikkibug nodded.

“Then what’s the difference between this and a lucky charm?” She flicked her wrist again, and the shield disappeared. “My yoyo is taking the form of what it is I want.” Another flick, and the yoyo morphed into a baton, similar to Chat’s. She extended it, booping him in the shoulder. “The Lucky Charm gives me what I need to win a fight, if I can figure out how to use it.”

Chat hummed. “Will I be able to do that too?” Tikkibug’s antennae twitched.

“Perhaps,” she said finally. “I’ve had millennia to master the miraculous I embody. Your miraculous is the miraculous of destruction. Your powers will manifest differently.”

Corporislatro chose that moment to smash through the ceiling, landing on the ground in front of them, and immediately firing off a shot at Chat.

Tikkibug jumped in front of him, summoning her yoyo, and hit the beam back with deadly precision.

“We still have no clue where her akuma is,” Tikkibug said, hurling her yoyo at Corporislatro’s head.

Corporislatro grabbed the wire, and yanked. Tikkibug smiled, and snapped her fingers, causing the yoyo to dissolve in a flash of pink light, and the akuma to stumble forward.

The akuma growled in frustration, and put her hands together. Her wristlets glowed white, merging into a glowing blob in her hands. She pulled her hands apart, and the glow dissipated, leaving a comically large sewing needle in her hands.

“There,” Tikkibug said. “Those wristlets are the akuma.”

Corporislatro ran at Tikkibug, and jumped, holding the needle over her head.

Tikkibug dove out of the way, just as Corporislatro drove the point of the needle down, cracking the concrete below it.

Chat’s brow furrowed. “Are you sure?” He asked, ducking under another swing. “Alya doesn’t own wristbands.”

He planted his baton and extended it, hitting the akuma in the ribs and sending her flying.

Tikkibug’s eyes widened. “But she does own a friendship bracelet. More specifically, one that Marinette gave her. And if Alya’s mad at Marinette like Ladybug said–”

“–it would make sense for that to be her akumatized item. Good eye Tikki. But how are we gonna get to them?”

Tikkibug tossed her yoyo in the air.

“Lucky Charm!”

The ladybugs swirled, and formed...

“A potted plant?” Tikkibug said incredulously.

“Planning on doing some interior decorating?” Chat quipped.

Tikkibug squinted, looking around the room.

Her eyebrows shot up. “I got it. But Ladybug, are you sure?”

The plant seemed to pulse in response.

Tikkibug nodded. “Okay. Keep her busy Chat!”

She tossed her yoyo and latched onto the scaffolding, landing next to Euterpe.

Chat held his baton in front of him.

“Alya, come on, let’s talk this through,” he crooned.

His eyes scanned the facility, looking for any sign of movement.

The akuma sounded from behind him. “Don’t you have a hairball to be coughing up?”

Chat whirled around, but the akuma wasn’t there.

Tikkibug screamed.

“Chat Noir, three o’clock!”

Chat spun, subconsciously raising his baton up to block the slash of Corporislatro’s needle.

The akuma growled, kicking him square in the chest, sending him staggering back.

Corporislatro smashed the needle between her palms, and reformed it, creating a truly wicked looking pink polka dotted cutlass, which she slung over her shoulder.

Chat paled.

--

Hawkmoth watched as Alya pulled the cutlass out of thin air.

“Corporislatro, what are you doing?”

He felt her roll her eyes. Relax Hawkmoth. I’m just gonna rough him up a bit.

He couldn’t explain it. Something felt off.

Ladybug could call him many things. Cruel, opportunistic, a terrorist, none of it phased him. It wasn’t like he chose his champions to be those suffering because he reveled in it.

Working with people’s energy was a lot like redirecting water. And those who were happy or satisfied, their energy was like a pond. Stable, smooth, difficult to divert, or shape.

The turbulence of the mind matched the turbulence of the energy. Those who were wronged, or upset were much easier to direct, much easier to strike a bargain with.

Alya’s energy had shifted. It went from an easily channeled river of teenage angst and feelings of inadequacy to something much darker, much deeper.

The waters were rising, and getting choppier.

He could feel it in his chest. Her anger, her hurt, her betrayal, it all filled his lungs threatening to drown him.

He raised his hand, about to call the akuma back, when the waters ceased, freezing in his lungs.

He exhaled, and the cloud of his breath hung in the air before dissipating.

Now this was interesting.

He lowered his hand.

[eikatsukiyomi]

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