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Hi hi! Out of curiosity, do you have any Miraculous headcanons you’d like to share?

I’m not sure if you mean the current one I’m working on because I just started, but, if it is, I have the link for you to read what I have so far.

https://archiveofourown.org/works/65224681/chapters/167782783

This is my Tales of Lady Noire and Mister Bug story.

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Is it just me or did his hair shrink…

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Reblogged for the community! Lots of long nights and hard work to get this done, but I posted chapter 1 a bit after I finished a bit after I started this. But I did enjoy getting to watch the same scenes over and over in the same episode.

Chapter Two

Marinette sat quietly at her desk in science class, chin resting in her hand, doodling lazy spirals in the margin of her notes. The classroom buzzed with quiet conversation and the occasional creak of a chair, but her attention drifted like the soft sunlight slipping through the tall windows of Collège Françoise Dupont.

That is, until the sharp sound of heels clicking against tile pulled her out of her daydream.

Ms. Mendeleiev stormed to the back of the classroom, her coat flaring like a warning flag. Without a word of preamble, she slammed her palm on a desk.

“Nathaniel! What are you drawing?!”

Heads turned. Marinette’s gaze followed, eyes landing on the red-haired boy seated in the last row. He froze like a deer caught in headlights, his sketchbook trembling in his hands.

“Wh—wha…” Nathaniel stammered, clearly caught off guard.

“And these artistic endeavors are clearly why you’re failing science,” Ms. Mendeleiev snapped, arms crossed with all the drama of a courtroom judge.

“I—I’m sorry,” Nathaniel mumbled, shrinking into his seat.

Marinette’s heart ached a little. Nathaniel always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“You march yourself down to the principal’s office,” the teacher ordered, voice sharp. 

“And show him that chicken scratch.”

There was a pause. Then, slowly, Nathaniel stood and gathered his things. As he turned to walk down the narrow aisle between desks, his foot caught on a chair leg. He stumbled—papers flew—his sketchbook burst open midair and scattered sketches across the floor.

Marinette’s breath caught.

Drawings of her. And Nathaniel. Together. In one, he was holding her close. In another—was that her being rescued? By him? In a superhero costume?

There was a beat of silence. Then a cruelly delighted voice shattered it.

“Ooooh, look, Sabrina!” Chloe grinned with poisonous glee. “It’s him—as a superhero! And guess who he’s saving? Marinette! He is sooo totally crushing on you.”

Marinette’s face turned pink as Chloe cackled. She glanced at Alya, her best friend, hoping for support. Alya—her reddish-brown hair pulled into its usual high ponytail and her hazel eyes gleaming behind her glasses—was already giving her a teasing, amused smile.

Nathaniel scrambled to collect his drawings, clutching them tightly to his chest as he rushed out the door. Marinette tried not to listen to the chorus of voices—Ms. Mendeleiev’s scolding, Chloe’s laughter, and Nathaniel’s muttered apologies—as they blurred into the background.

She sank lower into her seat, willing the room to return to normal.

Ms. Mendeleiev returned to the front and, after a moment of silence, began calling out lab groups.

“Adrien, Alya, and Nino,” she listed.

Marinette’s ears perked up. She leaned toward Alya and whispered, “I wish I could be with you.”

Alya smiled sympathetically. “I wish you were too.”

Ms. Mendeleiev continued, “—And lastly, Sabrina, Chloe, and Marinette.”

Marinette’s shoulders slumped.

Alya gave her a look of exaggerated pity. 

“You’re so unlucky.”

Marinette let out a quiet sigh. “It’s like I have the luck of a black cat…”

Oh, right. She was one, only sometimes though.

She looked back at Alya, her voice hopeful. “You wouldn’t want to trade groups… would you?”

Alya didn’t even pause. “Absolutely not. Your group is the worst.”

Marinette groaned softly and let her forehead fall against the desk.

And to think—this was only the beginning of her day.

Marinette sat stiffly in the corner of the school library, pressed between two book carts and a rising headache. Her hands were clamped firmly over her ears, an attempt—albeit a failed one—to block out the shrill voices of Chloe and Sabrina, who were standing on either side of her and yelling like she was a referee in some invisible tug-of-war.

“What do you mean you won’t do my work?!” Chloe’s voice echoed through the aisles like a fire alarm. She stood tall, arms folded, brow drawn in indignation—as if she actually owned the place.

Spoiler alert: she didn’t.

“Sabrina, do not listen to her,” Marinette said, trying to stay neutral, though her patience was hanging by a thread.

“She’s right!” Sabrina snapped. “I’m not your slave, Chloe!”

Marinette blinked. Wait—she didn’t even say that.

“Well… I never actually said that,” Marinette muttered, caught awkwardly in the middle.

Chloe scoffed and flipped her golden hair over one shoulder. “But Marinette didn’t buy you this adorable beret from Gabriel’s new collection.”

She dangled it in front of Sabrina’s face like it was a gold medal. Sabrina’s eyes widened, and for a moment she looked like she was about to cry out of pure accessory-induced joy.

“That’s a really, really adorable hat. That would look so cute on me!” Sabrina gasped.

Marinette closed her eyes. Hard. She could not handle how easy it was to sway Sabrina with expensive things. Before she could open her mouth to say anything, a loud woooshh! echoed from above.

“OWW! My hair!” Chloe shrieked.

Marinette’s eyes flew open.

A pile of barrettes—felty, black, and absurdly expensive—rained from the upper level and landed squarely on Chloe’s head. But that wasn’t the worst of it.

A massive, terrifying hair dryer—easily the size of a small car—came barreling down the aisle, its nozzle glowing and its cord slithering like a tail. It hummed with mechanical fury and was headed straight for Chloe.

Marinette didn’t think. She bolted behind a bookshelf, heart pounding. She ducked out of sight, clenched her fist around her ring, and whispered:

“Plagg, claws out.”

The transformation wrapped around her like a gust of night air, swift and familiar. Lady Noire emerged, sleek and sharp, with confidence in every step. She leapt from behind the bookshelf and dashed toward the chaos.

Chloe was cornered now, trapped between two tall shelves, trembling like a leaf in a wind tunnel.

“No! Someone help meee!” she shrieked.

Lady Noire hesitated for only a second. Letting the hair dryer get her would be... tempting. But no. She wasn’t that cruel.

With a flick of her baton, she extended it across the aisle and swung, striking the hair dryer square on its side. The machine faltered, veered, then roared back with twice the speed.

A flash of red darted past her.

A yo-yo whipped through the air, wrapping around the nozzle like reins on a wild horse. Mister Bug landed atop the monstrous appliance with perfect balance—though the thing bucked and jolted beneath him like a raging bull.

“Did you have wind that your hot partner was being blown away by a hairy situation?!” Lady Noire called, grinning.

Mister Bug blinked. “When did you start using puns, Lady Noire?”

Her grin faltered, just for a second. She hadn’t even tried to make a pun… and it had just happened.Naturally.

Her cheeks warmed beneath her mask.

She snapped back to focus and struck at the dryer again. The thing was slippery—too fast to get a clean hit. But finally, she landed a solid blow.

Or so she thought.

In a puff of smoke and shimmering sparkles, the hair dryer vanished.

Lady Noire skidded to a stop. “What?!”

And then she saw him.

Up on the second floor of the library, silhouetted by the glass window behind him, stood a figure who looked eerily familiar. Red hair with dark tips. And a face that mirrored the drawings she’d seen earlier that day.

“Nathaniel?” she whispered.

Mister Bug followed her gaze. “Up there!”

Together, they vaulted to the second level. But just as they closed the distance, a thick wall of scribbled blue lines appeared between them—like a curtain drawn by magic.

They hit the ground with a soft thud.

Mister Bug frowned. “Where did he go?”

Lady Noire exhaled, then couldn’t help herself. “I don’t know... but he sure has a way of illustrating his point.”

Another pun.

She blinked.

Two in one battle.

She didn’t know whether to be impressed or concerned.

“It seems this Evillustrator is targeting you specifically, Chloé. Any idea why?” Mister Bug asked, his voice steady and serious.

Lady Noire had to fight the urge to groan aloud.

She was standing in Chloé’s room—of all places. The pink decor, the glittering vanity lights, the oversized mirror shaped like a heart—it was everything Marinette didn’t like. It smelled like perfume and superiority.

Chloé scoffed and flipped her hair. “No. Everyone adores me.”

Lady Noire hunched forward on the couch, folding her arms. Her voice came out dry. 

“Yeah… 'cause you’re soooadorable.”

She didn’t even try to hide her sarcasm. She almost rolled her eyes, but held herself back—barely.

Unfortunately, Chloé didn’t notice the tone. Instead, she perked up with a delighted squeal.

“Lady Noire just called me adorable!” she squeaked, clutching her heart like it was the greatest honor of her life.

Lady Noire bit her tongue. Hard.

Her eyes drifted to a drawing propped up on a nearby table—one she recognized instantly. A sketch. Nathaniel’s sketch. Of her.

But something was wrong.

Thick black glasses and a curly mustache had been drawn over her face in Sharpie.

Lady Noire’s jaw clenched. She was usually composed—even when dealing with villains. But this? This got under her skin.

She stood.

“I’ll leave you two to it,” she muttered to Mister Bug.

He blinked at her. “Wait, what?”

“I’m sure you’ll do a better job guarding her. Since you care about her so much,” she said, the words sharper than she meant them to be.

Before he could respond, she extended her baton and leapt out the window.

She needed a break. A break from Chloé, from the perfume headache, from pretending she didn’t want to scream.

Lady Noire landed lightly on her balcony, then ducked inside and closed the trapdoor behind her.

“Plagg, claws in.”

In a flash of green light, Marinette was back.

“Miaow,” Plagg said lazily, emerging from her ring to float above her desk. “Someone’s in a mood.”

“I can’t help it,” Marinette sighed, collapsing onto her chaise lounge. “Chloé is just… so annoying.”

She closed her eyes, sinking into her lounge chair. Maybe she could rest for a moment, gather her thoughts—

Scratch.

She froze.

Scratch. Scratch.

Her eyes flew open. She turned toward the sound, heart thudding.

Her window was… gone.

No, not shattered or broken—erased.

Evillustrator stood in the space where the the window used to be. 

“It’s you,” Marinette gasped, bolting upright. 

“From the library! What are you doing here?!”

The boy stepped closer, bathed in an eerie glow. Behind the mask, his red hair was unmistakable.

“I just... wanted to see you,” he said quietly.

Marinette swallowed.

“O-kay… but, why did you attack Chloé?”

“Because Chloé is cruel. And selfish,” he snapped, his voice hard and cold.

Marinette nodded slowly. “Can’t argue with that. Are you… going to hurt me?”

His expression softened immediately. “You? You’re Marinette. You’re beautiful. And sweet. And… perfect. I could never hurt you.”

Her cheeks flushed.

“Wow. That’s uh… very flattering. Thank you?”

He shifted nervously, hands behind his back.

“It’s my birthday today,” he said. “And… I was wondering if you’d come to my party?”

“A party?” Marinette repeated. “Actually, tonight’s kind of… not great. I have a presentation, and I promised my friend I’d—”

“Please, Marinette,” he interrupted. “It’ll just be you and me.”

He stepped forward and handed her a drawing.

She blinked. It was her. Smiling. The paper was styled like an invitation.

“Oh my gosh… that’s me!”

“You like it?” he asked shyly.

She spotted a tiny exclamation mark in the corner—a hidden symbol. A warning.

Something wasn’t right.

“I… love it,” she said brightly. “So much that I’ll absolutely come. On one condition.”

His eyes lit up. “Anything for you, Marinette.”

She met his gaze. “You can’t hurt Chloé anymore. I can’t stand violence.”

He hesitated, then nodded solemnly. “For you… and only you.”

He smiled softly. “Meet me at the back left of Notre Dame. At sunset.”

He drew a jet pack and flew off into the sky, heading to who knows where.

Marinette stood frozen, clutching the paper.

Nathaniel liked her.

He was the Evillustrator.

She took a shaky breath and fidgeted with  the ring on her finger.

“Plagg, claws out.”

In a flash, she was Lady Noire again. She tapped her baton and opened the communicator.

“Mister Bug?”

His voice crackled through. “Where did you go, Lady Noire? You left me here alone with Chloé.”

“Sorry. Not very cool of me,” she replied. 

“But hey—good news. You can leave Chloé now. I need you to protect someone else.”

She sent the image. A photo of herself—as Marinette.

“She’s cute, isn’t she?” she added casually.

She heard a pause. Then, faintly, “Yeah…”

Her heart jumped. But she moved on quickly. “The Evillustrator’s in love with her. He promised not to harm Chloé if she went to his birthday party. While he’s distracted, you take him down.”

“What about you?” he asked.

She hesitated. “…I’m going on a very important secret mission.”

A beat passed.

“I’ll cat-ch up with you later, okay?”

There was a chuckle on the other end. 

“Okay. You can count on me, Milady.”

Marinette opened the door connected to the apartment stairwell, startled by who was standing outside.

“Oh! Sabrina… you scared me.”

Sabrina clasped her hands together and let out a quick sigh, visibly relieved. “Sorry. I was just waiting for you. Did you get my messages?”

Marinette winced slightly, pressing her index fingers together. “Yes, yes I did. And I was totally gonna call you.”

“You were? I knew you would—eventually!” Sabrina’s face lit up. “And so, I did your geography homework!”

Marinette’s eyes widened. “Woah! You… didn’t have to do that.”

“Well,” Sabrina said proudly, “since you’re my new best friend, it’s the least I can do!”

Marinette offered a gentle smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Thanks, but I just… can’t.”

“Really..?” Sabrina’s expression faltered. Her posture slumped.

Marinette felt a pang of guilt tighten in her chest.

“Ohhh, okay, but—just this once…”

“Great! So, you wanna work on the physics project tonight?”

“Uh— I’m so sorry, Sabrina…” Marinette stepped forward, her tone apologetic. “I’ve got something really important I need to do tonight.”

Sabrina blinked rapidly. “Really important? Really?! That’s fascinating! You know who uses that excuse all the time, don’t you?”

Marinette hesitated. “…Uhm, no?”

“Chloé!” Sabrina snapped. “I’m beginning to see how similar you two are! I bet you want me to do allthe work like she did, right?”

“No! Not at all! It’s just that—”

“I… can’t believe I did your geography homework,” Sabrina muttered bitterly, turning on her heel and walking off without another word.

Marinette stood frozen, the guilt swirling in her chest like a storm cloud. She couldn’t believe Sabrina thought she was anything like Chloé. And worst of all? She’d kind of earned it.

Just then, Mister Bug landed in front of her.

“Mister Bug!” she gasped, eyes wide.

He flashed her a crooked grin. “Woah, I thought I was gonna have to save you from that girl.”

She blinked at him in surprise. His cheeks—was he blushing?

He stepped closer, his voice slipping into something smoother. “Hey. I haven’t even introduced myself. I’m Mister Bug.”

He bowed slightly, reaching for her hand and brushing his lips across her knuckles.

Marinette froze, her breath catching in her throat.

“Y-Yeah…” she managed, voice dreamy and faraway. “You kind of save Paris all the time. And—I’m Marinette! So… what are you doing here?”

Mister Bug turned, flexing his arms like a show-off on stage. “Well, that birthday boy date of yours? Bad news.”

Marinette blinked. Was he… showing off?

“But don’t worry,” he continued confidently. “You’ll be safe with me.”

She stared at him, speechless, as he kept striking over-the-top poses. He looked so confident, so relaxed, so… charming.She felt her stomach flutter.

“That puts my mind at ease,” she said softly, unable to tear her eyes away from his.

He reached out, placing his hand on the doorframe above her head. The move startled her—her heart thudded—and she took a quick step back, face flushing red.

He leaned in just a bit, grinning. “But I am gonna need a little help. Care to assist a superhero?”

Marinette turned away slightly, peeking over her shoulder with a sly smile. “What about Lady Noire? Aren’t you two a duo?”

She smirked quietly to herself.

“She’s busy with something tonight,” he said with a shrug. “So… you get to be my Lady Noire.”

The words landed like a meteor in her chest.

Me? she thought, her cheeks practically glowing.

She turned, trying to hide how crimson she was. Her hands fidgeted behind her back, but her smile grew wider.

“Me and Mister Bug? Fighting crime together? Amazing! What do I do?!”

She hoped she didn’t sound too eager, but it was impossible to contain the excitement in her voice.

He gave her a wink. “Just get that drawing pencil away from him, Little Lady. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Little Lady.

The nickname made her cringe and swoon at the same time.

He gave her a two-finger salute, tossed his yo-yo to the rooftops, and with one graceful motion, disappeared into the skyline.

Marinette giggled to herself as she closed the door. Her heart was racing, her thoughts tangled in every direction.

This night just kept getting weirder—and more wonderful

Marinette stepped carefully onto the boat, her eyes wide as she took in the beautiful setup. Fairy lights danced across the deck, casting a soft glow over a carefully crafted miniature of Paris, all hand-drawn into reality. It was breathtaking—but a nervous edge ran beneath it all.

As she moved closer, she saw him. The Evillustrator. His hand trembled, the pencil in his grasp twitching with tension.

“Ok! I will, I will!” he shouted to no one visible.

She froze, startled—but didn’t speak. This wasn’t the moment.

“Happy birthday…” she said gently, breaking the silence with a warm smile and a soft, practiced giggle.

He turned to face her, eyes lighting up instantly.

“Marinette!”

He jumped down to greet her, his mood shifting. They walked together along the edge of the boat, the Seine glistening beside them.

“Thank you… for accepting my invitation.”

“Wow, it’s so beautiful,” she breathed, and despite everything, she meant it.

“You like it?” He grinned. “Well—hold on. I’m just getting started.”

He held out his hand as if telling her to wait. But the moon slipped behind the clouds just as he tried to draw again.

“Oh, come on!” he growled, shaking a fist toward the sky.

“Huh…?”

He turned, eyes wide with embarrassment. “Uh—sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just… I can’t draw properly in the dark.”

Marinette smirked subtly. Weakness spotted.

He quickly sketched a glowing moon, lighting up the tiny Eiffel Tower he’d drawn on the deck. “Voilà.”

They sat on a small bench, and he began to draw floating music notes. Soft, ethereal tones drifted into the night air. Marinette’s smile was no longer faked—she really did like the melody.

But then… she saw him.

Mister Bug. Running swiftly across the rooftops near the Seine.

She smiled to herself. The plan’s in motion.

“You’re so talented,” she said, watching the notes swirl. “I just don’t understand why you’d use your power to hurt people.”

“Not all people,” he said. “Just Chloé. And I’m never doing that again. You kept your word… so I’ll keep mine.”

Marinette turned to him with soft eyes. “I actually draw a little too. I’m not as good as you are, of course.”

“I’m sure you’re a wonderful artist,” he said, voice hushed.

She leaned forward slightly. “Can I draw you something? Something special, for your birthday?”

She looked past him. Mister Bug was kneeling atop the motor room, ready.

She reached out, gently taking the pencil from his hand.

He looked down at her fingers. “That… would be… amazing.”

Suddenly, a light tap echoed from above. The Evillustrator turned sharply, narrowing his eyes.

“Uh… Marinette,” he said firmly. “Give me my pencil back. I need to draw something.”

She masked her excitement with a sorrowful expression. Time to act.

“No!” she shouted. “I’m—keeping it! Mister Bug! Now!”

She bolted from the bench.

Evillustrator reached out, but before he could grab her, a yo-yo lashed around his torso, pulling him back.

“Marinette?” His voice cracked. “You’re working with him…?” Sadness melted into anger. “I’m so stupid! I actually thought you liked me—but you’re just like Chloé. Teasing me. Mocking me. Leading me on!”

Marinette’s blood boiled.

“Oh, come on! Seriously?! Why is everyone comparing me to Chloé tonight?!”

With a furious grunt, the Evillustrator yanked the yo-yo, dragging Mister Bug off his feet.

He crashed into Marinette—hard—but his arms caught her just in time.

Now they were tangled on the deck. She blinked up at him, her heart pounding, his face just inches from hers.

Her cheeks flushed so red, she swore the heat could melt the Seine itself.

Then the Evillustrator ruined the moment.

“I’m taking my promise back!” Evillustrator yelled. “Chloé’s going to get a lesson she’ll never forget!”

He erased a section of the ship’s deck and drew a box around them, trapping them both inside.

“What do we do now…?” Marinette asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The ship was sinking and they were both trapped together inside of the box with no one to save them.

Mister Bug smirked and got up, already rolling his wrist. “Lucky Charm!”

From above, a red and black polka-dotted shovel clattered into his hand.

He jammed it under the box’s edge, heaving it up and out in one smooth motion—before flinging it into the river with a splash.

She stared at him, stunned. “That was… brilliant. How did you come up with a plan so fast?”

He grinned at her. “Takes practice, Little Lady.”

They shared a moment—a real one—eyes locking with soft smiles.

But of course, he broke the silence first.

“Gotta go,” he said, holding up fingers as he counted off. “Damsels in distress. Ladies in waiting. And I’ve got a lot more saving to do. You can thank me later.”

He winked, turned, and launched his yo-yo into the air.

And just like that, he was gone.

Leaving Marinette on the deck, heart pounding, cheeks burning—and completely in love.

“Time to help Chloé.” She said to Plagg.

“Oops, broke your heel. Better watch your ankles.”

Lady Noire’s taunt echoed through Chloé’s golden room as Mister Bug vaulted in through the window, landing in a crouch beside her.

“Well, well, look what the cat dragged in,” Lady Noire said with a smirk, her baton twirling lazily at her side.

“No cat dragged me anywhere, Lady Noire,” Mister Bug said with a grin. “I came in all on my own.”

She chuckled, flipping the baton once more. “So what was the secret mission?”

“If I told you,” she purred, “it wouldn’t be a secre—”

Her words were cut off by a voice darker than the night.

“In the comics, this is what they call the final showdown.” The Evillustrator stood on a platform of his own creation, sketchpad clenched tightly in one shaking hand. His tone cracked like thunder. “The thing is, if you knew her, you wouldn’t be breaking a sweat to save her skin! She’s the real villain here!”

“It’s not true!” Chloé cried out, hiding behind a lavish chair.

Without warning, a mechanical boxing glove rocketed toward her—until Mister Bug dove in and shoved her out of the way. His timing was perfect. His choice... debatable.

“Nice reflexes, Bug-a-boy!” Lady Noire teased, even as she narrowed her eyes, trying to spot what the Evillustrator was drawing next.

A blur—then the whirring shriek of a spinning blade.

It cut through the air toward Mister Bug, who blocked it with his yo-yo—only for it to ricochet straight toward Chloé again.

Lady Noire had only a heartbeat.

She flung her extended baton across the room with pinpoint precision. It hit the center of the spinning blade, throwing it off-course before it shattered harmlessly into sparks.

Her breath caught in her throat. That was too close.

Without waiting, she retrieved her baton, split it in two, and hurled both halves. One clanged uselessly against the wall—but the other struck a ceiling light.

She gasped. The light!

“Hey Bug-a-boy!” she shouted. “He can’t draw in the dark!”

Mister Bug snapped to attention. “Got it!”

He launched his yo-yo toward the room’s main light switch—but the Evillustrator erased it mid-air with a single scribble.

Lady Noire darted toward the lamps scattered throughout the room, only to skid to a halt as a glowing chain slammed around her ankle, weighted down with a heavy steel ball.

“Here you go, kitty,” the Evillustrator growled. “A little ball and chain to play with.”

“Hey!” she snapped, yanking against the weight.

“But sadly… those who get in my way get erased.”

Lady Noire prepared a Cataclysm, hand glowing with destructive energy—but before she could destroy the weight, the floor beneath her vanished.

She screamed, barely catching the edge of the room with one hand. Her other hand still surged with power. If she let go of the ledge to grab on with both, the energy would detonate—she’d fall for sure.

“No, no, no—!” Her ring flashed. She was running out of time.

The Evillustrator’s voice dropped low. “But before you go, kitty... you have something I want.”

“Mister Bug!” Lady Noire shouted, the panic unmistakable. “This cat doesn’t have nine lives!”

From above: “Lucky Charm!”

A flash of light—and from the sky, a single red bouncy ball bounced gently into Mister Bug’s waiting hands.

He looked at it. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

The Evillustrator laughed. “Just try and stop me with that, Mr. Know-it-all!”

“Gladly.” Mister Bug grinned, spinning on his heel.

He took aim—and threw.

The ball ricocheted off one light, then another, then another. It bounced like a comet with a mind of its own, striking every remaining light source in the room.

One by one, the lights shattered.

Darkness fell.

“No—!” the Evillustrator roared.

In the chaos, Mister Bug’s yo-yo snapped out again, catching the Evillustrator’s pencil and shattering it in one sharp twist.

Lady Noire’s ring blinked urgently.

“Hurry!” she shouted.

The ball and chain dissolved instantly. She pulled herself up, flipping to her feet just in time.

With a fierce cry, she slammed her Cataclysm-charged hand against the wall, destroying the last of the Evillustrator’s creations before he could react.

Miraculously, the pieces of the shattered room glowed. A wave of glowing ladybugs burst forth, restoring everything to its pristine state.

“Miraculous, Mister Bug!” she grinned.

They raised their fists in sync.

“Pound it!”

Alya held up her phone, already recording. 

“What happened when Lady Noire and Mister Bug arrived on the scene?”

Chloé threw her hands in the air dramatically. “What happened? They only made matters worse! They came barreling in and started smashing things to bits—throwing plastic balls around my room!”

“Plastic balls?” Alya raised an eyebrow, clearly trying not to laugh.

From beside her locker, Marinette turned her head and giggled behind her hand.

Then came a sharp voice.

“I hope you had a good time last night taking care of that important thing you had to do.”

Marinette froze, turning to see Sabrina standing with arms crossed and that all-too-familiar beret pinned to her hair—one Marinette had seen Chloé bribing her with the day before.

“Sabrina,” Marinette started gently, “I’m really sorry about yesterday. But I can meet you in the library today, and we’ll finally get that project done.”

Sabrina let out a soft, smug laugh through her nose. “Too late! Chloé and I are doing the project together.”

“You mean you’re doing the project.”

“Well, of course,” Sabrina said, all sweetness. “After all, she’s been through so much!”

Marinette groaned, rubbing her temples. 

“Nice new beret, by the way.”

“I know, right? Chloé lent it to me!” Sabrina beamed. “She really is my BFF.”

She spotted Chloé across the hallway and waved furiously. “Chloé! Your geography homework is ready!”

Marinette exhaled and turned back to her locker, forcing a smile as she closed the door.

“Hey,” a familiar voice came from behind her, smooth and confident.

Marinette yelped, jumping an inch into the air. “Adrien!”

“I heard about your adventures with Mister Bug,” he said with a playful smirk. “Were you… scared?”

“Me? Scared? No way!” She laughed confidently, eyes flushed with an adventurous look. “It was a dream—I mean, he’s a dream—I mean, in your dreams! That’s what I meant.”

Adrien blinked at her, cheeks tinting a slow red. “O-kay…”

“So,” he said, brushing off the awkwardness, “what did you think of Mister Bug? Was he awesome?”

“Oh, he was awesome!”

Adrien grinned. “Cool. Thanks for the intel.”

He gave her a friendly pat on the shoulder just as the bell rang.

“Gotta go!” he called as he walked off, disappearing down the hall.

From her bag, a small whispery voice groaned, “That was weird.”

Plagg hovered out, face scrunched in distaste.

“Tell me about it,” Marinette muttered, still staring in the direction Adrien had gone. 

Who knew friends could be so weird and nice at the same time.

[miraculousogfan]

Chapter Two

Marinette sat quietly at her desk in science class, chin resting in her hand, doodling lazy spirals in the margin of her notes. The classroom buzzed with quiet conversation and the occasional creak of a chair, but her attention drifted like the soft sunlight slipping through the tall windows of Collège Françoise Dupont.

That is, until the sharp sound of heels clicking against tile pulled her out of her daydream.

Ms. Mendeleiev stormed to the back of the classroom, her coat flaring like a warning flag. Without a word of preamble, she slammed her palm on a desk.

“Nathaniel! What are you drawing?!”

Heads turned. Marinette’s gaze followed, eyes landing on the red-haired boy seated in the last row. He froze like a deer caught in headlights, his sketchbook trembling in his hands.

“Wh—wha…” Nathaniel stammered, clearly caught off guard.

“And these artistic endeavors are clearly why you’re failing science,” Ms. Mendeleiev snapped, arms crossed with all the drama of a courtroom judge.

“I—I’m sorry,” Nathaniel mumbled, shrinking into his seat.

Marinette’s heart ached a little. Nathaniel always seemed to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“You march yourself down to the principal’s office,” the teacher ordered, voice sharp. 

“And show him that chicken scratch.”

There was a pause. Then, slowly, Nathaniel stood and gathered his things. As he turned to walk down the narrow aisle between desks, his foot caught on a chair leg. He stumbled—papers flew—his sketchbook burst open midair and scattered sketches across the floor.

Marinette’s breath caught.

Drawings of her. And Nathaniel. Together. In one, he was holding her close. In another—was that her being rescued? By him? In a superhero costume?

There was a beat of silence. Then a cruelly delighted voice shattered it.

“Ooooh, look, Sabrina!” Chloe grinned with poisonous glee. “It’s him—as a superhero! And guess who he’s saving? Marinette! He is sooo totally crushing on you.”

Marinette’s face turned pink as Chloe cackled. She glanced at Alya, her best friend, hoping for support. Alya—her reddish-brown hair pulled into its usual high ponytail and her hazel eyes gleaming behind her glasses—was already giving her a teasing, amused smile.

Nathaniel scrambled to collect his drawings, clutching them tightly to his chest as he rushed out the door. Marinette tried not to listen to the chorus of voices—Ms. Mendeleiev’s scolding, Chloe’s laughter, and Nathaniel’s muttered apologies—as they blurred into the background.

She sank lower into her seat, willing the room to return to normal.

Ms. Mendeleiev returned to the front and, after a moment of silence, began calling out lab groups.

“Adrien, Alya, and Nino,” she listed.

Marinette’s ears perked up. She leaned toward Alya and whispered, “I wish I could be with you.”

Alya smiled sympathetically. “I wish you were too.”

Ms. Mendeleiev continued, “—And lastly, Sabrina, Chloe, and Marinette.”

Marinette’s shoulders slumped.

Alya gave her a look of exaggerated pity. 

“You’re so unlucky.”

Marinette let out a quiet sigh. “It’s like I have the luck of a black cat…”

Oh, right. She was one, only sometimes though.

She looked back at Alya, her voice hopeful. “You wouldn’t want to trade groups… would you?”

Alya didn’t even pause. “Absolutely not. Your group is the worst.”

Marinette groaned softly and let her forehead fall against the desk.

And to think—this was only the beginning of her day.

Marinette sat stiffly in the corner of the school library, pressed between two book carts and a rising headache. Her hands were clamped firmly over her ears, an attempt—albeit a failed one—to block out the shrill voices of Chloe and Sabrina, who were standing on either side of her and yelling like she was a referee in some invisible tug-of-war.

“What do you mean you won’t do my work?!” Chloe’s voice echoed through the aisles like a fire alarm. She stood tall, arms folded, brow drawn in indignation—as if she actually owned the place.

Spoiler alert: she didn’t.

“Sabrina, do not listen to her,” Marinette said, trying to stay neutral, though her patience was hanging by a thread.

“She’s right!” Sabrina snapped. “I’m not your slave, Chloe!”

Marinette blinked. Wait—she didn’t even say that.

“Well… I never actually said that,” Marinette muttered, caught awkwardly in the middle.

Chloe scoffed and flipped her golden hair over one shoulder. “But Marinette didn’t buy you this adorable beret from Gabriel’s new collection.”

She dangled it in front of Sabrina’s face like it was a gold medal. Sabrina’s eyes widened, and for a moment she looked like she was about to cry out of pure accessory-induced joy.

“That’s a really, really adorable hat. That would look so cute on me!” Sabrina gasped.

Marinette closed her eyes. Hard. She could not handle how easy it was to sway Sabrina with expensive things. Before she could open her mouth to say anything, a loud woooshh! echoed from above.

“OWW! My hair!” Chloe shrieked.

Marinette’s eyes flew open.

A pile of barrettes—felty, black, and absurdly expensive—rained from the upper level and landed squarely on Chloe’s head. But that wasn’t the worst of it.

A massive, terrifying hair dryer—easily the size of a small car—came barreling down the aisle, its nozzle glowing and its cord slithering like a tail. It hummed with mechanical fury and was headed straight for Chloe.

Marinette didn’t think. She bolted behind a bookshelf, heart pounding. She ducked out of sight, clenched her fist around her ring, and whispered:

“Plagg, claws out.”

The transformation wrapped around her like a gust of night air, swift and familiar. Lady Noire emerged, sleek and sharp, with confidence in every step. She leapt from behind the bookshelf and dashed toward the chaos.

Chloe was cornered now, trapped between two tall shelves, trembling like a leaf in a wind tunnel.

“No! Someone help meee!” she shrieked.

Lady Noire hesitated for only a second. Letting the hair dryer get her would be... tempting. But no. She wasn’t that cruel.

With a flick of her baton, she extended it across the aisle and swung, striking the hair dryer square on its side. The machine faltered, veered, then roared back with twice the speed.

A flash of red darted past her.

A yo-yo whipped through the air, wrapping around the nozzle like reins on a wild horse. Mister Bug landed atop the monstrous appliance with perfect balance—though the thing bucked and jolted beneath him like a raging bull.

“Did you have wind that your hot partner was being blown away by a hairy situation?!” Lady Noire called, grinning.

Mister Bug blinked. “When did you start using puns, Lady Noire?”

Her grin faltered, just for a second. She hadn’t even tried to make a pun… and it had just happened.Naturally.

Her cheeks warmed beneath her mask.

She snapped back to focus and struck at the dryer again. The thing was slippery—too fast to get a clean hit. But finally, she landed a solid blow.

Or so she thought.

In a puff of smoke and shimmering sparkles, the hair dryer vanished.

Lady Noire skidded to a stop. “What?!”

And then she saw him.

Up on the second floor of the library, silhouetted by the glass window behind him, stood a figure who looked eerily familiar. Red hair with dark tips. And a face that mirrored the drawings she’d seen earlier that day.

“Nathaniel?” she whispered.

Mister Bug followed her gaze. “Up there!”

Together, they vaulted to the second level. But just as they closed the distance, a thick wall of scribbled blue lines appeared between them—like a curtain drawn by magic.

They hit the ground with a soft thud.

Mister Bug frowned. “Where did he go?”

Lady Noire exhaled, then couldn’t help herself. “I don’t know... but he sure has a way of illustrating his point.”

Another pun.

She blinked.

Two in one battle.

She didn’t know whether to be impressed or concerned.

“It seems this Evillustrator is targeting you specifically, Chloé. Any idea why?” Mister Bug asked, his voice steady and serious.

Lady Noire had to fight the urge to groan aloud.

She was standing in Chloé’s room—of all places. The pink decor, the glittering vanity lights, the oversized mirror shaped like a heart—it was everything Marinette didn’t like. It smelled like perfume and superiority.

Chloé scoffed and flipped her hair. “No. Everyone adores me.”

Lady Noire hunched forward on the couch, folding her arms. Her voice came out dry. 

“Yeah… 'cause you’re soooadorable.”

She didn’t even try to hide her sarcasm. She almost rolled her eyes, but held herself back—barely.

Unfortunately, Chloé didn’t notice the tone. Instead, she perked up with a delighted squeal.

“Lady Noire just called me adorable!” she squeaked, clutching her heart like it was the greatest honor of her life.

Lady Noire bit her tongue. Hard.

Her eyes drifted to a drawing propped up on a nearby table—one she recognized instantly. A sketch. Nathaniel’s sketch. Of her.

But something was wrong.

Thick black glasses and a curly mustache had been drawn over her face in Sharpie.

Lady Noire’s jaw clenched. She was usually composed—even when dealing with villains. But this? This got under her skin.

She stood.

“I’ll leave you two to it,” she muttered to Mister Bug.

He blinked at her. “Wait, what?”

“I’m sure you’ll do a better job guarding her. Since you care about her so much,” she said, the words sharper than she meant them to be.

Before he could respond, she extended her baton and leapt out the window.

She needed a break. A break from Chloé, from the perfume headache, from pretending she didn’t want to scream.

Lady Noire landed lightly on her balcony, then ducked inside and closed the trapdoor behind her.

“Plagg, claws in.”

In a flash of green light, Marinette was back.

“Miaow,” Plagg said lazily, emerging from her ring to float above her desk. “Someone’s in a mood.”

“I can’t help it,” Marinette sighed, collapsing onto her chaise lounge. “Chloé is just… so annoying.”

She closed her eyes, sinking into her lounge chair. Maybe she could rest for a moment, gather her thoughts—

Scratch.

She froze.

Scratch. Scratch.

Her eyes flew open. She turned toward the sound, heart thudding.

Her window was… gone.

No, not shattered or broken—erased.

Evillustrator stood in the space where the the window used to be. 

“It’s you,” Marinette gasped, bolting upright. 

“From the library! What are you doing here?!”

The boy stepped closer, bathed in an eerie glow. Behind the mask, his red hair was unmistakable.

“I just... wanted to see you,” he said quietly.

Marinette swallowed.

“O-kay… but, why did you attack Chloé?”

“Because Chloé is cruel. And selfish,” he snapped, his voice hard and cold.

Marinette nodded slowly. “Can’t argue with that. Are you… going to hurt me?”

His expression softened immediately. “You? You’re Marinette. You’re beautiful. And sweet. And… perfect. I could never hurt you.”

Her cheeks flushed.

“Wow. That’s uh… very flattering. Thank you?”

He shifted nervously, hands behind his back.

“It’s my birthday today,” he said. “And… I was wondering if you’d come to my party?”

“A party?” Marinette repeated. “Actually, tonight’s kind of… not great. I have a presentation, and I promised my friend I’d—”

“Please, Marinette,” he interrupted. “It’ll just be you and me.”

He stepped forward and handed her a drawing.

She blinked. It was her. Smiling. The paper was styled like an invitation.

“Oh my gosh… that’s me!”

“You like it?” he asked shyly.

She spotted a tiny exclamation mark in the corner—a hidden symbol. A warning.

Something wasn’t right.

“I… love it,” she said brightly. “So much that I’ll absolutely come. On one condition.”

His eyes lit up. “Anything for you, Marinette.”

She met his gaze. “You can’t hurt Chloé anymore. I can’t stand violence.”

He hesitated, then nodded solemnly. “For you… and only you.”

He smiled softly. “Meet me at the back left of Notre Dame. At sunset.”

He drew a jet pack and flew off into the sky, heading to who knows where.

Marinette stood frozen, clutching the paper.

Nathaniel liked her.

He was the Evillustrator.

She took a shaky breath and fidgeted with  the ring on her finger.

“Plagg, claws out.”

In a flash, she was Lady Noire again. She tapped her baton and opened the communicator.

“Mister Bug?”

His voice crackled through. “Where did you go, Lady Noire? You left me here alone with Chloé.”

“Sorry. Not very cool of me,” she replied. 

“But hey—good news. You can leave Chloé now. I need you to protect someone else.”

She sent the image. A photo of herself—as Marinette.

“She’s cute, isn’t she?” she added casually.

She heard a pause. Then, faintly, “Yeah…”

Her heart jumped. But she moved on quickly. “The Evillustrator’s in love with her. He promised not to harm Chloé if she went to his birthday party. While he’s distracted, you take him down.”

“What about you?” he asked.

She hesitated. “…I’m going on a very important secret mission.”

A beat passed.

“I’ll cat-ch up with you later, okay?”

There was a chuckle on the other end. 

“Okay. You can count on me, Milady.”

Marinette opened the door connected to the apartment stairwell, startled by who was standing outside.

“Oh! Sabrina… you scared me.”

Sabrina clasped her hands together and let out a quick sigh, visibly relieved. “Sorry. I was just waiting for you. Did you get my messages?”

Marinette winced slightly, pressing her index fingers together. “Yes, yes I did. And I was totally gonna call you.”

“You were? I knew you would—eventually!” Sabrina’s face lit up. “And so, I did your geography homework!”

Marinette’s eyes widened. “Woah! You… didn’t have to do that.”

“Well,” Sabrina said proudly, “since you’re my new best friend, it’s the least I can do!”

Marinette offered a gentle smile, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Thanks, but I just… can’t.”

“Really..?” Sabrina’s expression faltered. Her posture slumped.

Marinette felt a pang of guilt tighten in her chest.

“Ohhh, okay, but—just this once…”

“Great! So, you wanna work on the physics project tonight?”

“Uh— I’m so sorry, Sabrina…” Marinette stepped forward, her tone apologetic. “I’ve got something really important I need to do tonight.”

Sabrina blinked rapidly. “Really important? Really?! That’s fascinating! You know who uses that excuse all the time, don’t you?”

Marinette hesitated. “…Uhm, no?”

“Chloé!” Sabrina snapped. “I’m beginning to see how similar you two are! I bet you want me to do allthe work like she did, right?”

“No! Not at all! It’s just that—”

“I… can’t believe I did your geography homework,” Sabrina muttered bitterly, turning on her heel and walking off without another word.

Marinette stood frozen, the guilt swirling in her chest like a storm cloud. She couldn’t believe Sabrina thought she was anything like Chloé. And worst of all? She’d kind of earned it.

Just then, Mister Bug landed in front of her.

“Mister Bug!” she gasped, eyes wide.

He flashed her a crooked grin. “Woah, I thought I was gonna have to save you from that girl.”

She blinked at him in surprise. His cheeks—was he blushing?

He stepped closer, his voice slipping into something smoother. “Hey. I haven’t even introduced myself. I’m Mister Bug.”

He bowed slightly, reaching for her hand and brushing his lips across her knuckles.

Marinette froze, her breath catching in her throat.

“Y-Yeah…” she managed, voice dreamy and faraway. “You kind of save Paris all the time. And—I’m Marinette! So… what are you doing here?”

Mister Bug turned, flexing his arms like a show-off on stage. “Well, that birthday boy date of yours? Bad news.”

Marinette blinked. Was he… showing off?

“But don’t worry,” he continued confidently. “You’ll be safe with me.”

She stared at him, speechless, as he kept striking over-the-top poses. He looked so confident, so relaxed, so… charming.She felt her stomach flutter.

“That puts my mind at ease,” she said softly, unable to tear her eyes away from his.

He reached out, placing his hand on the doorframe above her head. The move startled her—her heart thudded—and she took a quick step back, face flushing red.

He leaned in just a bit, grinning. “But I am gonna need a little help. Care to assist a superhero?”

Marinette turned away slightly, peeking over her shoulder with a sly smile. “What about Lady Noire? Aren’t you two a duo?”

She smirked quietly to herself.

“She’s busy with something tonight,” he said with a shrug. “So… you get to be my Lady Noire.”

The words landed like a meteor in her chest.

Me? she thought, her cheeks practically glowing.

She turned, trying to hide how crimson she was. Her hands fidgeted behind her back, but her smile grew wider.

“Me and Mister Bug? Fighting crime together? Amazing! What do I do?!”

She hoped she didn’t sound too eager, but it was impossible to contain the excitement in her voice.

He gave her a wink. “Just get that drawing pencil away from him, Little Lady. I’ll take care of the rest.”

Little Lady.

The nickname made her cringe and swoon at the same time.

He gave her a two-finger salute, tossed his yo-yo to the rooftops, and with one graceful motion, disappeared into the skyline.

Marinette giggled to herself as she closed the door. Her heart was racing, her thoughts tangled in every direction.

This night just kept getting weirder—and more wonderful

Marinette stepped carefully onto the boat, her eyes wide as she took in the beautiful setup. Fairy lights danced across the deck, casting a soft glow over a carefully crafted miniature of Paris, all hand-drawn into reality. It was breathtaking—but a nervous edge ran beneath it all.

As she moved closer, she saw him. The Evillustrator. His hand trembled, the pencil in his grasp twitching with tension.

“Ok! I will, I will!” he shouted to no one visible.

She froze, startled—but didn’t speak. This wasn’t the moment.

“Happy birthday…” she said gently, breaking the silence with a warm smile and a soft, practiced giggle.

He turned to face her, eyes lighting up instantly.

“Marinette!”

He jumped down to greet her, his mood shifting. They walked together along the edge of the boat, the Seine glistening beside them.

“Thank you… for accepting my invitation.”

“Wow, it’s so beautiful,” she breathed, and despite everything, she meant it.

“You like it?” He grinned. “Well—hold on. I’m just getting started.”

He held out his hand as if telling her to wait. But the moon slipped behind the clouds just as he tried to draw again.

“Oh, come on!” he growled, shaking a fist toward the sky.

“Huh…?”

He turned, eyes wide with embarrassment. “Uh—sorry. Didn’t mean to scare you. It’s just… I can’t draw properly in the dark.”

Marinette smirked subtly. Weakness spotted.

He quickly sketched a glowing moon, lighting up the tiny Eiffel Tower he’d drawn on the deck. “Voilà.”

They sat on a small bench, and he began to draw floating music notes. Soft, ethereal tones drifted into the night air. Marinette’s smile was no longer faked—she really did like the melody.

But then… she saw him.

Mister Bug. Running swiftly across the rooftops near the Seine.

She smiled to herself. The plan’s in motion.

“You’re so talented,” she said, watching the notes swirl. “I just don’t understand why you’d use your power to hurt people.”

“Not all people,” he said. “Just Chloé. And I’m never doing that again. You kept your word… so I’ll keep mine.”

Marinette turned to him with soft eyes. “I actually draw a little too. I’m not as good as you are, of course.”

“I’m sure you’re a wonderful artist,” he said, voice hushed.

She leaned forward slightly. “Can I draw you something? Something special, for your birthday?”

She looked past him. Mister Bug was kneeling atop the motor room, ready.

She reached out, gently taking the pencil from his hand.

He looked down at her fingers. “That… would be… amazing.”

Suddenly, a light tap echoed from above. The Evillustrator turned sharply, narrowing his eyes.

“Uh… Marinette,” he said firmly. “Give me my pencil back. I need to draw something.”

She masked her excitement with a sorrowful expression. Time to act.

“No!” she shouted. “I’m—keeping it! Mister Bug! Now!”

She bolted from the bench.

Evillustrator reached out, but before he could grab her, a yo-yo lashed around his torso, pulling him back.

“Marinette?” His voice cracked. “You’re working with him…?” Sadness melted into anger. “I’m so stupid! I actually thought you liked me—but you’re just like Chloé. Teasing me. Mocking me. Leading me on!”

Marinette’s blood boiled.

“Oh, come on! Seriously?! Why is everyone comparing me to Chloé tonight?!”

With a furious grunt, the Evillustrator yanked the yo-yo, dragging Mister Bug off his feet.

He crashed into Marinette—hard—but his arms caught her just in time.

Now they were tangled on the deck. She blinked up at him, her heart pounding, his face just inches from hers.

Her cheeks flushed so red, she swore the heat could melt the Seine itself.

Then the Evillustrator ruined the moment.

“I’m taking my promise back!” Evillustrator yelled. “Chloé’s going to get a lesson she’ll never forget!”

He erased a section of the ship’s deck and drew a box around them, trapping them both inside.

“What do we do now…?” Marinette asked, her voice barely above a whisper. The ship was sinking and they were both trapped together inside of the box with no one to save them.

Mister Bug smirked and got up, already rolling his wrist. “Lucky Charm!”

From above, a red and black polka-dotted shovel clattered into his hand.

He jammed it under the box’s edge, heaving it up and out in one smooth motion—before flinging it into the river with a splash.

She stared at him, stunned. “That was… brilliant. How did you come up with a plan so fast?”

He grinned at her. “Takes practice, Little Lady.”

They shared a moment—a real one—eyes locking with soft smiles.

But of course, he broke the silence first.

“Gotta go,” he said, holding up fingers as he counted off. “Damsels in distress. Ladies in waiting. And I’ve got a lot more saving to do. You can thank me later.”

He winked, turned, and launched his yo-yo into the air.

And just like that, he was gone.

Leaving Marinette on the deck, heart pounding, cheeks burning—and completely in love.

“Time to help Chloé.” She said to Plagg.

“Oops, broke your heel. Better watch your ankles.”

Lady Noire’s taunt echoed through Chloé’s golden room as Mister Bug vaulted in through the window, landing in a crouch beside her.

“Well, well, look what the cat dragged in,” Lady Noire said with a smirk, her baton twirling lazily at her side.

“No cat dragged me anywhere, Lady Noire,” Mister Bug said with a grin. “I came in all on my own.”

She chuckled, flipping the baton once more. “So what was the secret mission?”

“If I told you,” she purred, “it wouldn’t be a secre—”

Her words were cut off by a voice darker than the night.

“In the comics, this is what they call the final showdown.” The Evillustrator stood on a platform of his own creation, sketchpad clenched tightly in one shaking hand. His tone cracked like thunder. “The thing is, if you knew her, you wouldn’t be breaking a sweat to save her skin! She’s the real villain here!”

“It’s not true!” Chloé cried out, hiding behind a lavish chair.

Without warning, a mechanical boxing glove rocketed toward her—until Mister Bug dove in and shoved her out of the way. His timing was perfect. His choice... debatable.

“Nice reflexes, Bug-a-boy!” Lady Noire teased, even as she narrowed her eyes, trying to spot what the Evillustrator was drawing next.

A blur—then the whirring shriek of a spinning blade.

It cut through the air toward Mister Bug, who blocked it with his yo-yo—only for it to ricochet straight toward Chloé again.

Lady Noire had only a heartbeat.

She flung her extended baton across the room with pinpoint precision. It hit the center of the spinning blade, throwing it off-course before it shattered harmlessly into sparks.

Her breath caught in her throat. That was too close.

Without waiting, she retrieved her baton, split it in two, and hurled both halves. One clanged uselessly against the wall—but the other struck a ceiling light.

She gasped. The light!

“Hey Bug-a-boy!” she shouted. “He can’t draw in the dark!”

Mister Bug snapped to attention. “Got it!”

He launched his yo-yo toward the room’s main light switch—but the Evillustrator erased it mid-air with a single scribble.

Lady Noire darted toward the lamps scattered throughout the room, only to skid to a halt as a glowing chain slammed around her ankle, weighted down with a heavy steel ball.

“Here you go, kitty,” the Evillustrator growled. “A little ball and chain to play with.”

“Hey!” she snapped, yanking against the weight.

“But sadly… those who get in my way get erased.”

Lady Noire prepared a Cataclysm, hand glowing with destructive energy—but before she could destroy the weight, the floor beneath her vanished.

She screamed, barely catching the edge of the room with one hand. Her other hand still surged with power. If she let go of the ledge to grab on with both, the energy would detonate—she’d fall for sure.

“No, no, no—!” Her ring flashed. She was running out of time.

The Evillustrator’s voice dropped low. “But before you go, kitty... you have something I want.”

“Mister Bug!” Lady Noire shouted, the panic unmistakable. “This cat doesn’t have nine lives!”

From above: “Lucky Charm!”

A flash of light—and from the sky, a single red bouncy ball bounced gently into Mister Bug’s waiting hands.

He looked at it. “What am I supposed to do with this?”

The Evillustrator laughed. “Just try and stop me with that, Mr. Know-it-all!”

“Gladly.” Mister Bug grinned, spinning on his heel.

He took aim—and threw.

The ball ricocheted off one light, then another, then another. It bounced like a comet with a mind of its own, striking every remaining light source in the room.

One by one, the lights shattered.

Darkness fell.

“No—!” the Evillustrator roared.

In the chaos, Mister Bug’s yo-yo snapped out again, catching the Evillustrator’s pencil and shattering it in one sharp twist.

Lady Noire’s ring blinked urgently.

“Hurry!” she shouted.

The ball and chain dissolved instantly. She pulled herself up, flipping to her feet just in time.

With a fierce cry, she slammed her Cataclysm-charged hand against the wall, destroying the last of the Evillustrator’s creations before he could react.

Miraculously, the pieces of the shattered room glowed. A wave of glowing ladybugs burst forth, restoring everything to its pristine state.

“Miraculous, Mister Bug!” she grinned.

They raised their fists in sync.

“Pound it!”

Alya held up her phone, already recording. 

“What happened when Lady Noire and Mister Bug arrived on the scene?”

Chloé threw her hands in the air dramatically. “What happened? They only made matters worse! They came barreling in and started smashing things to bits—throwing plastic balls around my room!”

“Plastic balls?” Alya raised an eyebrow, clearly trying not to laugh.

From beside her locker, Marinette turned her head and giggled behind her hand.

Then came a sharp voice.

“I hope you had a good time last night taking care of that important thing you had to do.”

Marinette froze, turning to see Sabrina standing with arms crossed and that all-too-familiar beret pinned to her hair—one Marinette had seen Chloé bribing her with the day before.

“Sabrina,” Marinette started gently, “I’m really sorry about yesterday. But I can meet you in the library today, and we’ll finally get that project done.”

Sabrina let out a soft, smug laugh through her nose. “Too late! Chloé and I are doing the project together.”

“You mean you’re doing the project.”

“Well, of course,” Sabrina said, all sweetness. “After all, she’s been through so much!”

Marinette groaned, rubbing her temples. 

“Nice new beret, by the way.”

“I know, right? Chloé lent it to me!” Sabrina beamed. “She really is my BFF.”

She spotted Chloé across the hallway and waved furiously. “Chloé! Your geography homework is ready!”

Marinette exhaled and turned back to her locker, forcing a smile as she closed the door.

“Hey,” a familiar voice came from behind her, smooth and confident.

Marinette yelped, jumping an inch into the air. “Adrien!”

“I heard about your adventures with Mister Bug,” he said with a playful smirk. “Were you… scared?”

“Me? Scared? No way!” She laughed confidently, eyes flushed with an adventurous look. “It was a dream—I mean, he’s a dream—I mean, in your dreams! That’s what I meant.”

Adrien blinked at her, cheeks tinting a slow red. “O-kay…”

“So,” he said, brushing off the awkwardness, “what did you think of Mister Bug? Was he awesome?”

“Oh, he was awesome!”

Adrien grinned. “Cool. Thanks for the intel.”

He gave her a friendly pat on the shoulder just as the bell rang.

“Gotta go!” he called as he walked off, disappearing down the hall.

From her bag, a small whispery voice groaned, “That was weird.”

Plagg hovered out, face scrunched in distaste.

“Tell me about it,” Marinette muttered, still staring in the direction Adrien had gone. 

Who knew friends could be so weird and nice at the same time.

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Chapter One

Rain tapped softly against the overhang of the school exit, filling the quiet space with a steady rhythm. Marinette stood just beneath the shelter, her hand outstretched into the open air, feeling the cool droplets land on her skin before they disappeared onto the pavement.

“Hey.”

She flinched slightly at the voice beside her. Turning her head just enough to see, she spotted Adrien standing nearby, his expression uncertain, a small wave lifted in her direction.

Marinette responded only with a quiet grunt, then looked away. Not rude—but distant. She still believed he was the one who’d stuck the gum on her seat.

Adrien hesitated, then stepped out into the rain, umbrella opening with a soft click.

“I just wanted you to know,” he said gently, “I was trying to get the gum off your chair. Chloe put it there. I didn’t want you to sit on it.”

Marinette turned toward him, surprised. Her expression softened as she searched his face. There was no teasing, no smugness—just sincerity.

“I swear,” he added, a little awkwardly. “I’ve never been to school before. I’ve never had friends. This is all... kind of new to me.”

The tension in her chest loosened. She hadn’t expected that—especially not from someone like Adrien.

He held out the umbrella.

She reached for it, hesitating as her fingers brushed his. The contact made her breath catch, and in her rush, she accidentally snapped it closed—right over her head.

Her face turned slightly pink from embarrassment.

Adrien laughed—a surprised, genuine laugh. Marinette couldn’t help but laugh too, shyly at first, then more freely.

He turned toward the steps, walking into the rain. At the bottom, he glanced back with a smile.

“See you tomorrow.”

Marinette remained beneath the overhang, holding the closed umbrella, a soft smile touching her lips.

Maybe she’d been wrong about him. Maybe he isn’t just ‘one of Chloe’s friends’. He was… her friend.

The warm scent of butter and sugar still lingered in the air as Marinette sank into her desk chair, a soft pastry in hand. She took a bite—hot, fluffy, and delicately sweet. Just as she expected from the best bakery in all of Paris.

Plagg floated lazily above her desk, arms behind his head like he didn’t have a care in the world. “So, kid,” he said with a smirk, “what was it like being the coolest cat out there?”

Marinette swallowed and grinned. “It was amazing. I’ve never felt anything like it.”

Her thoughts drifted before she could stop them—back to the rooftops, to the thrill of the wind against her skin, and to Mister Bug. Her partner. Her totally cool, completely unexpected, and kind of adorable partner.

He’d looked so confident in red with black polka dots. It was unfair, really, how good he looked.

Her cheeks flushed just thinking about it.

“I can already tell what you’re thinking about, Mister—” Plagg began.

“He was so awesome!” Marinette gushed, cutting him off. “I can’t wait to see him in action again. He’s smart, calm under pressure…”

Plagg groaned. “Ugh, you’re making me sick. Speaking of sick—do you have any more cheese? Preferably that Camembert you gave me earlier?”

But Marinette barely heard him. She was too lost in her thoughts, twirling a strand of hair between her fingers.

“Don’t you think those emerald green eyes of his just… pop against the red?”

Plagg floated closer, unimpressed. “Kid. Girl. Whatever you are. Listen. If you want him to fall for you, just give him cheese. I’d fall for anyone who gave me cheese.”

Marinette blinked at him. “You have got to be kidding me.”

“Nope. Or you could flirt a little. Toss out a few cat puns. Works every time.”

“I am not doing that,” she said, spinning her chair around. “I’m not a crazy person. And it takes me forever to come up with puns. Hours.”

Plagg shrugged like it wasn’t his problem. “It’s a talent. Also, still starving, in case you didn’t hear me the first time.”

With a sigh, Marinette reached into her drawer and pulled out a round wooden box. She opened it carefully, and the unmistakably pungent scent of Camembert filled the room.

Plagg's eyes lit up like it was Christmas.

He dove straight in, devouring the contents in what felt like a single breath. Marinette just stared.

“I don’t even know how you’re real,” she muttered.

A long yawn slipped out before she could stop it—not from Plagg, but from herself. The exhaustion was finally catching up to her.

She clicked off the desk lamp, plunging the room into a soft darkness, then crossed to the window and drew the curtains shut.

“Goodnight, Plagg,” she whispered, already halfway up the ladder to her loft bed.

“Sweet dreams. Don’t let the akumas bite,” Plagg mumbled through a mouthful of cheese.

Marinette crawled under her covers and sank into the warmth of her blanket. For a moment, she lay still, staring at the ceiling, thinking about how strange—and wonderful—her world had become in just two days.

Paris was still Paris, but something had changed.

She had changed.

And somewhere out there, Mister Bug had too.

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Tales of Lady Noire and Mister Bug

Note: This is the farthest I have ever gone writing a book/story so if you find any errors, please tell me.

Rain tapped softly against the overhang of the school exit, filling the quiet space with a steady rhythm. Marinette stood just beneath the shelter, her hand outstretched into the open air, feeling the cool droplets land on her skin before they disappeared onto the pavement.

“Hey.”

She flinched slightly at the voice beside her. Turning her head just enough to see, she spotted Adrien standing nearby, his expression uncertain, a small wave lifted in her direction.

Marinette responded only with a quiet grunt, then looked away. Not rude—but distant. She still believed he was the one who’d stuck the gum on her seat.

Adrien hesitated, then stepped out into the rain, umbrella opening with a soft click.

“I just wanted you to know,” he said gently, “I was trying to get the gum off your chair. Chloe put it there. I didn’t want you to sit on it.”

Marinette turned toward him, surprised. Her expression softened as she searched his face. There was no teasing, no smugness—just sincerity.

“I swear,” he added, a little awkwardly. “I’ve never been to school before. I’ve never had friends. This is all... kind of new to me.”

The tension in her chest loosened. She hadn’t expected that—especially not from someone like Adrien.

He held out the umbrella.

She reached for it, hesitating as her fingers brushed his. The contact made her breath catch, and in her rush, she accidentally snapped it closed—right over her head.

Her face turned slightly pink from embarrassment.

Adrien laughed—a surprised, genuine laugh. Marinette couldn’t help but laugh too, shyly at first, then more freely.

He turned toward the steps, walking into the rain. At the bottom, he glanced back with a smile.

“See you tomorrow.”

Marinette remained beneath the overhang, holding the closed umbrella, a soft smile touching her lips.

Maybe she’d been wrong about him. Maybe he isn’t just ‘one of Chloe’s friends’. He was… her friend.

(This is not the full first chapter, it’s just a sneak peek)

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Story

What if the plot started with the Umbrella Scene? The plot changes from the canon events of Mari, fashion designer, falling for Adrien, teen model, to; Adrien falling for Mari.

Summary (this is a bad summary, less a summary, more of a love square change)

Marinette falls for Chat Noir while Adrien has deep feelings for Marinette. This might lead to some major and minor changes from canon events.

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Miraculous girly

Lately my love for miraculous has been growing since the latest season is in produce, and as I am a new member to Tumblr, I want to find more of a part for my fandom, miraculous, like comic writers or fanart drawers. I have a passion for writing so I want to focus more on creating miraculous based stories and less (but still some) of my input of new episodes, etc. It might take me a few months or less to get started and start posting because of school so I hope you understand. thank you!!

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My recreation of the dress from her prompt (my idea of what the dress would look like)

MLB Marinette Fanart; the Christmas Dress

Decided to draw this one based on a prompt that I might flush it out to a proper fanfic.

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.......................... that chat blanc quote be hitting different after this latest episode chat

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Revelator basically confirmed that except for the person who was akumatized, everyone remembers what happened before, during, and after an attack. This is something I've been pondering a long time, because it means people do remember watching their friends transform into inhuman monsters. people do remember being chased down by killer machines that crushed entire neighborhoods at once. people remember the moment they're turned into piles of dust. the people of Paris remember all the times they've died and have been brought back to life. and they just live with that.

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This is upsetting

Adrien and Felix no longer look like the exact same person with different personalities. They changed the whole entire face so now they can't play dress up anymore:(.

(He looks more like the Felix from Miraculous PV than from seasons 1-5)

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After Alya’s memories of the secret have been erased and they are at the beach, Alya and Mari talk about how Mari is upset about something and wouldn’t want Alya to hate her if she told her. This is heart breaking that Mari has to go through all of this. If I were her I don’t think I would be able to go any longer and pretty much give up the miracle box and loose all of my memories than go through all of that. She might even get depression..

it's wild that Alya would actually hate Marinette if she learned the secrets she'd been keeping from her. I--I actually don't know what to say, I'm so shocked by the fact that she stayed mad the whole time she remembered the secret.

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This is so fr, his hair omg-

Betterfly is so fine and idc if im judged.