mlbfemslashfebruary

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Thank you for drawing so many lovely pairings! Your art has been fun to see this year and past year as well!

Hello, Miraculous femslash fans!

Wanted to give a big thanks for the support and enthusiasm during this event!

There was over 130 posts of fan content made this month! Absolutely incredible work. Thank you to the participants, as well as those liking and reblogging posts to show their support.

I've been running this event for four years now. I started it on a whim because I wanted to see more LGBT content in this fandom, which is sorely lacking. Especially F/F content! But generally, F/F content in fandoms doesn't get much attention.

So thanks again to the creators tirelessly making such lovely fics, art, and prompts for us all to enjoy this month!

And also thank you all for your patience with me. I'm the only one running this, and sometimes things can slip through the cracks. There was also some issues with anons earlier.

If I run things next year, I'll try to do a few updates.

But I’ve got a few parting questions, as usual:

Are there certain f/f ships or characters you wanted to see more of? Are there any other improvements to this event you can think of?

Hope to see you next year for more femslash goodness…!

[mlbfemslashfebruary]

Hello, Miraculous femslash fans!

Wanted to give a big thanks for the support and enthusiasm during this event!

There was over 130 posts of fan content made this month! Absolutely incredible work. Thank you to the participants, as well as those liking and reblogging posts to show their support.

I've been running this event for four years now. I started it on a whim because I wanted to see more LGBT content in this fandom, which is sorely lacking. Especially F/F content! But generally, F/F content in fandoms doesn't get much attention.

So thanks again to the creators tirelessly making such lovely fics, art, and prompts for us all to enjoy this month!

And also thank you all for your patience with me. I'm the only one running this, and sometimes things can slip through the cracks. There was also some issues with anons earlier.

If I run things next year, I'll try to do a few updates.

But I’ve got a few parting questions, as usual:

Are there certain f/f ships or characters you wanted to see more of? Are there any other improvements to this event you can think of?

Hope to see you next year for more femslash goodness…!

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Lo-fi Music Playlist For Studying To

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This is the last prompt that I will be doing for this year's Femslash February, it takes place in my childhood best friends Chloenette AU where they have been friends since childhood as the name suggests, though the only ones who know about their friendship are Adrien, Alix, Nathaniel and Nino, this is for day 14 the free prompt, I chose music for the prompt to write this based around.

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Prompt: Music

Ship: Secret Friends!Chloenette

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They were upstairs in Marinette's room, for the most part quietly studying for the next science project that their teacher had assigned recently and every once in a while eating some of the cookies that Marinette's mother had brought up earlier, some soothing music drifting into the air from Chloe's phone located nearby.

"you're doing great, Chlo, it's just that we kind of need more information than a simple diagram for this part of the project" Marinette encouraged, sheepishly rubbing the nape of her neck in anxiousness.

Chloe rolled her eyes fondly at Marinette's nervous habit, before reaching for the pencil at the same time as her, their fingers brushed accidentally, causing a slight jolt of electricity to go through them both, before they pulled their hands away quickly as they looked away, both of them blushing in embarrassment and fluster.

"It's fine, you should probably do the research for this part of the project any way" Chloe hesitantly broke the awkward silence that had just settled between them, nervously tugging on a lose loc of hair that had just managed to escape from her ponytail.

They continued silently working on the project, just trying not to get distracted or even worse caught staring at each other, though only halfway succeeding in that very endeavor.

A few minutes of relatively comfortable silence passed as they quietly studied, exchanging a few secret glances of longing every once in a while and absentmindedly nibbling on cookies from a nearby plat occasionally.

The silence only being broken by their breathing and the occasional lo-fi music playing from Chloe's phone, to keep them entrained as they worked on the project.

Marinette discreetly glanced at Chloe or at least she tried to "you have a very interesting music taste, Chlo" she spoke nervously, quickly looking away and instead looking at the phone nearby.

"oh, uh thanks, Nino actually helped me pick this playlist, I was trying to find something for studying but everything was either too boring or too energetic to be able to focus on anything, and now I'm rambling, any way back to the project" Chloe ranted accidentally, before anxiously tugging on one of her dangling gold bee shaped earrings and softly biting her lower lip.

Marinette took a few deep breaths before reaching across to gently and reassuringly place a hand over one of Chloe's, which made her blink rapidly in shock before looking down at their overlapped hands and starting to blush bright crimson out of embarrassment and fluster.

She felt her own face heat up in embarrassment and fluster before carefully squeezing Chloe's hand and gently trying to let go of it, only to blink rapidly in surprise when Chloe refused to let go of her hand.

"uh, Chloe you can let go of my hand now" Marinette said confusedly, looking everywhere else in her own room expect for at Chloe who still refused to let go of her hand for some reason that is very much unknown to her.

Chloe sighed quietly before reluctantly shaking her head "you don't want to let go of my hand?" Marinette questioned politely, making Chloe give a silent nod in confirmation while still gently holding Marinette's slender yet calloused hand from working on her sewing and design projects every once in a while.

Marinette rolled her eyes in exasperation before sighing and then speaking "alright then, I guess we're just going to sit here holding hands for a little while" in a nervous tone, feeling her palms start to sweat due to anxiousness, reaching up with one hand to absentmindedly fidget with her hair-ties which keep her soft black hair in its usual pigtails.

Chloe nodded once again before carefully squeezing her hand in return and looking down at the floor, not wanting to let go just yet because this is the first time that she has ever felt genuinely safe in years since her mother's unexpected yet tragic death when Chloe was just 4 years old.

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I hope y'all enjoyed this one as well and I will see you all next year or whenever I feel like posting the next time and I hope you have a great day or rest of your day and this is me signing off until the next time whenever that will be.

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My Beautiful Blueberry

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This one is from my head-cannon AU in case you're wondering but it's way later down the line in that AU so in case you're confused about it, I haven't written this chapter yet or any of the previous ones expect the first three which are already up on Ao3 it's the same name as in the tags.

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Prompt: Blueberry

Ship: Established Chloenette

Warning: Potentially cringy writing, a tiny little bit of angst and tooth-rotting fluff.

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It was just another day at the hotel where Chloe and Marinette were cuddling in their incredibly comfy clothes on Chloe's king-sized bed with Marinette holding Chloe in her arms as the little spoon despite Chloe being a head taller than her.

Chloe snuggled a bit deeper into her girlfriend's embrace, while their kwamis Pollen and Tikki were on the coffee table catching up and eating some blueberry-flavored macaroons, a tiny bite at a time.

"I love you Mari-bug, a lot" Chloe whispered softly looking behind her at Marinette who in turn responded reassuringly with a little bit of an eye roll due to fondness "I love you too Queenie, so very much, though I don't think you have a clue just how much"

"hey, now it's not a competition you two" Tikki calmly scolded with a faint flutter of her tiny wings making a quiet but strangely calming buzzing sound, before rolling her big bluebell eyes in fondness at her holder and her holder's very supportive romantic partner.

Pollen buzzed disappointedly, her hypnotizing blue and yellow eyes blinked sadly at the ladybug kwami "Aw, Tikki, come on, they're so cute when they're affectionately competing though" With an adorable pout on her small bee face, her four tiny translucent bee wings fluttered absentmindedly, creating a small and gentle yet surprisingly strong breeze.

A few minutes passed in a relatively comfortable silence, as they cuddled on Chloe's soft as a cloud king-sized bed, their kwamis silently watching over them from the nearby coffee table.

Marinette absentmindedly but gently traced the bandages wrapped around Chloe's arms, the white fabric stark against her slightly tanned skin "Bee, you promised me and Adrien both that you would stop" she broke the silence with disappointment in her tone, continuing to carefully trace the bandages with her slender yet calloused fingers from her various sewing and design projects, while feeling very concerned.

"I know, Mari, I know, but you know I can't, even though I wish I could" Chloe murmured sadly, looking down at her own bare shoulders, where her barely visible freckles were as always, suddenly feeling a pang of self-consciousness about them.

Chloe adjusted her left tank top strap absentmindedly, hiding the faded scar that she had gotten from her first ballet class years ago where she'd first met her best friend Sabrina Raincomprix.

Another relatively comfortable silence settled in the air between them, only being broken by their quiet breaths and their surprisingly rapid heartbeats.

"Hey, blueberry" Chloe hesitantly broke the silence, a new nickname naturally slipping out of her mouth without that much thought behind it.

"Blueberry?" Marinette questioned with a raised eyebrow and a slowly spreading blush of embarrassment and fluster on her face, her heart beating rapidly in surprise as she smiled dopily at the new nickname that Chloe had just given her.

"Yeah, if you don't mind, but I can change it to something else if you don't like it" Chloe reluctantly spoke, now second guessing herself and feeling a slight yet sudden pang of insecurity.

"No! I mean no, it's perfect, thank you bumblebee" Marinette reassured softly, frowning in concern at her partner's very obvious self-consciousness.

Chloe brightened slightly at the reassurance before reaching up to carefully touch the bee-shaped hair comb on her head, with her own delicate yet roughened hands from years of secretly playing her well loved six-stringed pastel yellow acoustic guitar with a sparse honeycomb and bumblebee pattern.

"Blueberry, you know my jean jacket I started wearing at the beginning of this school year? Yeah well, it ripped at one of the sleeves and I was hoping maybe you could fix it? I'll pay you for it of course, it wouldn't be fair to have you fix something without paying you back in some way" Chloe rambled unintentionally, gesturing vaguely with her arms as she spoke, making Marinette giggle fondly at her adorable partner's rant.

"you know you don't have to pay me for things" Marinette assured her, feeling more than happy to help Chloe for free, shaking her head in discomfort at the thought of being paid for a simple favor.

"I know I don't have to pay you but I simply can't just have you do a favor for me for free, it will absolutely not do, so I insist that I pay you even if you don't think it's necessary" Chloe responded insistently, batting her eyelashes in that adorable way that she knows Marinette can't resist.

"oh, alright, fine you can pay me" Marinette hesitantly relented, shaking her head and rolling her eyes fondly at Chloe's silly little cute victory shuffle, since they're both still laying down on Chloe's ridiculously comfortable bed.

Chloe nuzzled her neck as a silent thank you, then she gave an almost pleading look in her gentle yet icy gaze.

Marinette sighed in exasperation before gently tilting Chloe's chin up slightly and leaning in, pressing a quick but gentle kiss on her lips, which made them both blush in embarrassment and fluster, both of them still getting used to this even after months of being in a relationship.

Chloe closed her eyes and sighed quietly in contentment before nuzzling a little bit closer into Marinette's warm and comforting embrace.

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So I kind of lied, but to be fair I was and still am dealing with a lot of writer's block lately and on top of that there's the fact that I have been sick for quite a while now though I'm slowly getting better, but here it finally is and I hope you all enjoy this.

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I don't mind if there's not much to say

Last day of Femslash February with some Julerose for @mlbfemslashfebruary!

Summary: 

Rose gets to have a lazy day to relax without her chronic pain flaring up. She had everything to make her comfortable, from her favorite sweater to her unicorn plush. Everything except her girlfriend, Juleka!

Rated T, 2100 words

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MLB Femslash February 2025: Julerose

Day 28 (Sweater, Evening)

And I made the final draft: Juleka and Rose being in date together. They wear new sweats. Light Pink for Rose and Purple Pink for Juleka.

This draft is made for the @mlbfemslashfebruary event.

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capping off femslash february 2025 with a short julerose fic with supporting sublinette ^•^

https://archiveofourown.org/works/63457264

and apparently tumblr still refuses to embed... anyway that's the link. it's called always time and is about the time you spend with your partner - and what it's supposed to mean. or at least that's what it means to me!

thanks to @mlbfemslashfebruary for organising this event each year ^^ it's a lot of fun to participate in.

excerpt from the fic below the cut

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“Don’t worry about it,” said Rose. “Just ask yourself what you want most, and then go for it. And if you don’t know yet, there’s still time.”

“Thr’s always time,” said Juleka.

“So true,” said Rose, and pulled on Juleka to signal that they should go over to hugging just each other now.

“Yeah…” said Marinette, uncertainly at first. Then she repeated it with more conviction. “Yeah. Yeah, you’re right. I should go talk to them. Right now.”

Rose smiled, held fast onto Juleka. “You do that.”

“But —” started Juleka, but Rose squeezed and she got quiet.

“Th-thank you! I will!”

And with those words, Marinette pushed to her feet, almost toppled forward into the Seine, caught her balance and turned around, and ran back onto Pont des Arts.

“Now hug me even better than you hugged her,” said Rose. “I deserve an amazing hug after seeing you be unfaithful with another girl for so long.”

Juleka snorted. “’kay, princess,” she said, and did as she’d been told, and it was glorious. Juleka’s fingers, searching for and then finding a grip against Rose’s side, interlinking in a way that tickled just a little bit but not enough to be uncomfortable. They were long, strong, the fingers of a bass guitarist.

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read the full fic here!

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this is (nearly) the last entry i have for femslash feb this year! there's also a fic on ao3, featuring julerose and a second femslash ship, which i'll link pretty soon. happy end of @mlbfemslashfebruary everyone ^•^

femslash february #28: julerose (sweater, evening)

rose has been learning knitting. it's going slow, but her first project is (perhaps inadvisably) a sweater. even more inadvisably, it's a two-person sweater, something big and roomy she's hoping to use for late evenings with juleka on the deck of the liberty.

she doesn't tell juleka about it. she knits at home, and stuffs the yarn into the bottom drawer whenever juleka visits, and she tries really hard to make the sweater be nice and thick and cosy. but she runs into a problem: whenever she tries to go into the arms, she struggles with the transition and always mucks it up, meaning she needs to pull back and undo her work. video tutorials don't help, and none of her parents know how to knit, so she ends up with a half finished project just lying around in her bottom drawer.

eventually, she just needs to tell juleka. she brings the half-made sweater to the liberty and says she tried to make a nice couples thing, but she just can't get it to work right.

juleka takes one look at the project, and just says "why don't you knit it without arms at all?"

rose looks at her with confusion.

juleka shrugs. "well, we're going to have our arms around each other anyway, right? that's cool."

rose lights up like a star, and goes right back to knitting.

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together

Love for the weather girls for @mlbfemslashfebruary day 27!

Summary: 

Aurore and Mireille are the only calm ones in the TVi studio when the lights get taken out from another Akuma attack. At this point, they've long adapted to these sort of thing. They went to Francois DuPont, after all.

Rated G, 700 words

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MLB Femslash February 2025: Amenath

Day 27 (Disclose, Morning)

Tw: gunfire, implied murder, implied death

Nathalie and Amélie see each other in a secret place. Amélie sends to her favourite spy woman a confidential file. Later, the two women are going to kiss each other when they notice we/you are following them. They glare at us/you.

Nathalie picks her gun and shoots at us/you while she holds a smirking Amélie.

💙❤🤍🖤 From Amenath kingdom with Love 💙❤🤍🖤 💥

Black and white version:

I thought about Spy x Family, James Bond Polar and Noir movies when I made this sketch.

This draft is made for the @mlbfemslashfebruary event.

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people say i'm jealous, but my kink is karma

note: day 27 for @mlbfemslashfebruary. amenath/morning. it is the 27th in my part of the world. also the title is from chappell roan. :) warning for implied sexual content.

(ao3 link!) also found after the read more.

excerpt:

“I should go,” Amelie says without looking up. Her voice is raw, splintered. Nathalie exhales, a slow, measured thing. “I know.” And yet neither of them move.

They’re mirror shards, shattered and gleaming, trying to press themselves back together into something whole.

The pieces don’t fit together as seamlessly as before–not really. Emilie is gone and the void she left behind is jagged and aching, an open wound that will not heal.

Nathalie doesn’t know how she ends up in Amelie’s arms–doesn’t know who reaches first, whose hands grasp desperately at cloth, at skin, at the trembling edges of something unspeakable. She only knows that they’re here, that the night presses thick around them.

That grief makes them fevered, unsteady.

“She would hate this,’ Amelie whispers, breathless, into the night, her hands pressing into Nathalie’s ribs like she wants to count them, like she wants to carve her way into something that belongs– belonged? –to Emilie.

“I know,” Nathalie says, and yet she pulls her closer anyway.

It’s not about love. It’s not even about want. It’s something deeper, something raw and terrible. It’s in the way Amelie tilts her head back and gasps like she’s drowning, with the way Nathalie’s fingers press hard enough to bruise skin, to puncture, to claw into. It’s in the way they take take take, like if they could just devour enough of each other, then they could feel whole again.

Emilie is a ghost shoehorned between them, lingering in every touch. in every breath. She’s in the way Amelie’s fingers knot in Nathalie’s hair, in the way Nathalie’s lips trace along Amelie’s throat like an apology, a prayer. They’re both reaching for something that doesn’t exist (anymore), hands outstretched to the empty air, trying to mold themselves into the shape of the absence that Emilie left behind.

“She was always selfish,” Amelie says, voice breaking, and it’s a horrible thing because she sounds so much like Emilie in that moment that Nathalie wants to press a hand over her mouth and pretend pretend pretend.

The night swallows them whole, their bodies tangled and twisted; heat and grief and everything unsaid bleeding together until there’s nothing left but ruin, until their names are just echoes of something lost.

Emilie would hate this.

But Emilie’s not here and only the broken pieces remain.

And they’re trying—god, they are trying—to make themselves whole again.

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Morning comes like an intruder.

Nathalie wakes first, disoriented by the cold. The space beside her is empty, the sheets still warm, still holding the shape of Amelie’s body. But the warmth is fading, and she knows—she knows—Amelie will be gone when she opens her eyes.

She’s right.

The room is quiet, save for the muffled sounds of Paris beyond the window. The curtains shift with the wind. Amelie’s perfume lingers, heady and floral, but already thinning, already slipping away.

Nathalie presses a hand to her temple, to her lips, as if she can hold something of last night in place before it disappears entirely.

She finds Amelie in the kitchen, staring into a cup of coffee she hasn’t touched. Her hands are wrapped around it like an anchor, like if she lets go, she will drift away.

“I should go,” Amelie says without looking up. Her voice is raw, splintered.

Nathalie exhales, a slow, measured thing. “I know.”

And yet neither of them move.

The weight of last night sits heavy between them, stitched into the bruises on Nathalie’s ribs, into the crescent-moon imprints of Amelie’s nails against her wrist. There are no words for it—no way to explain the way they tore each other apart in the name of something already dead.

Emilie is still gone. Nothing has changed.

Amelie’s fingers tighten around the mug. “Did she ever—” she stops, swallows hard. Her grip tightens. “Did she ever talk about me?”

Nathalie doesn’t answer.

Because yes, Emilie talked about Amelie. Both with fondness and frustration, with the sharp edge of sibling rivalry that never quite dulled, even after the years. Emilie talked about Amelie like she was a mirror she didn’t always like to look into.

Amelie exhales, almost a laugh, but it sounds more like a sob. “Forget it,” she mutters, tired, impatient. “I already know the answer.”

She moves like she means to leave, like this moment is already slipping through her fingers, like she never meant for it to last longer than the night, but Nathalie catches her wrist before she can.

Not a plea. Not an apology.

It’s just contact. Just something to hold onto for one second longer.

And for one second, Amelie lets herself stay.

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2/2. last one with nathalie was sad, so here's a happy one with amenath

femslash february #27.5: amenath (morning)

very short fic in which amelie, who's been staying over at the agreste mansion with félix for two weeks, wakes up one morning and goes out into the hallway and sees nathalie, in a bathrobe, with bare legs and cleavage. she has a very sudden and gay crisis, and once she escapes it she tells nathalie: what if she and félix move in permanently? "i can make breakfast every day," she says. the fic ends before nathalie replies, but nathalie is 100% smiling.

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1/2 for today, the second to last day. it's been a fun month lmao

femslash february #27: aureille (disclose)

mireille is happy. she's got good friends, she's avoided bullies, she gets good grades, and she gets to be a presenter on tv sometimes. and sometimes people recognise her in the streets, which can be nice.

actually, that last one has ups and downs. she expresses to her best friend aurore one time that she isn't comfortable with attention from male fans. they have a tendency to ogle her, and she's been catcalled a few times specifically for being a weather girl - like they'll whistle at her and call her "tv girl". aurore empathises and commiserates, of course; she's dealt with the same thing. but she asks mireille if there's a reason she specified "male fans", because aurore herself has felt that way about attention from all kinds of fans. sure, male fans do it more often, but still. and mireille says she hasn't even thought about it - it hasn't bothered her, at least.

so aurore pulls up the wiki page on lesbianism on her phone and hands it over, and mireille spends the next ten minutes scrolling with wide eyes. (yes, she's that sheltered.) when she's done she hands the phone back and is like, "that sounds... pretty cool, actually." then aurore pulls up pictures of lesbian couples, and mireille goes speechless. a couple of months later, mireille comes out on camera, during a stinger/discussion thing between two programs, and she wears a pride flag shirt for all her appearances that week.

the response is weird. many are supportive; social media is flooded with fanart. but also, she somehow gets catcalled more now, and some people say it's harmful for a kids' tv presenter to be "like that". mireille goes to aurore for support, but the type of support she receives is very unexpected: aurore helps by coming out as a lesbian demisexual on camera a week later, and kissing mireille on the mouth. on a live transmission.

they're fired the next day. but somehow, mireille doesn't mind.

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hot issue

Some lilanette with Marinette having mixed feelings for @mlbfemslashfebruary!

Summary: 

The latest issue of Marinette's favorite fashion magazine just so happens to have Lila on the cover.

Rated T, 300 words

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MLB Femslash February 2025: Lilanette

Prompts: Issue;Noon

My girls are back❤️ yay❤️

I was inspired by basically every fic I've ever read where Lila absolutely despises the cold because she isn't used to it, and Marinette is able to convince her to give it a chance! So, in this piece, Marinette had managed to drag Lila out of her nice, warm apartment for an afternoon walk, and as much as Lila doesn't want to admit it, she's actually having quite a...pleasant time in the snow with her lovely girlfriend. However, the poor girl is NOT built for cold weather, and spends most of her time shaking like a leaf and holding Marinette's hand for some semblance of warmth.

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Lilanette - Disguises

Marinette and Lila/Cerise trying on each other's disguises and goofing around.

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Lord Martiya here, with the entry for February 26 of this @mlbfemslashfebruary : pairing Lilanette, prompt Issue/Noon, and based on a discussion with @princess-of-the-corner . It's set between seasons 3 and 4, hope you'll like it.

P.S.: Read the original Dracula novel, it's beautiful and still terrifying.

Lila liked to keep herself informed of what happened around Paris. It helped her with her stories and keeping out of danger. And, in this case, most likely keep her enemies alive until they could die by her hand (or at least her involvement).

“What do you want?” Ladybug demanded as she and Chat Noir reached her to the meeting place she had called them to, a secluded corner of the Jardin des Rosiers.

“My, how hostile. Did I ever use this number to try and screw you over?” Lila replied, having used for the first time the number Ladybug gave her after she had been Chameleon, in the brief time the bug had believed they were going to be friends. “It’s the same reason USAID is the one American government agency CIA never infiltrated or used for one of their stunts, keeping it clean is far too important on the long term.”

“Mmgrr… True.”

“As for why I called you here… You recognized the vampire attack, didn’t you?”

“Yes. And we’re prepared.”

“How?”

“Well, we got crosses-”

“So Chloè said the truth when she said your mentor lost his memory when she went Miracle Queen.”

“What does that have to do with anything?”

“In the original Dracula novel, what is Van Helsing’s job?”

“A vampire hunter.”

“No, he’s a medical teacher.” Chat Noir intervened. “It’s the adaptations that make him a vampire hunter.”

“Exactly.” Lila confirmed. “This is the issue with modern wannabe vampire hunters, all their “knowledge”” she actually mimed the quotation marks “was built on adaptations of Bram Stoker’s novel but they never read it, so they have no reason to document themselves on the actual legends or do like Van Helsing, who had the hobby of documenting himself on vampire legends and when dealing with actual vampires threw stuff from different folklores at it until he got something that stuck. So they go vampire hunting, and since they have no idea there are multiple types of vampiric creatures in Europe alone they are caught unprepared and die. If they’re lucky.”

“Types?” both heroes ask.

“Types. Luckily for you, this one was easy. Red hair was found at the site, the victim was a very large guy with two convictions for putting people in the hospital yet was overpowered so completely he didn’t even have defensive wounds, and the bite marks show a double set of teeth, you’re dealing with an upiór. And here” Lila produced a pair of thumb drives “I have compiled information on how to track down and give that cursed person their eternal rest. And Bram Stoker’s novel. Read my information, put that upiór to rest, and then read the novel as I work out how I can destroy you.”

“Yes. Thank you.” Ladybug answered.

“You know Ladybug has a boyfriend and it’s not me, right?” Chat Noir asked.

“Why should I care?” Lila replied.

“Because you sound like a tsundere.”

“Your brain is snot, and you clearly blew your nose.” Lila declared, refusing to acknowledge she was blushing.

Though she noted down to find out who the guy was. She couldn’t let this boy distract HER Ladybug from their relationship. She could accept the butterfly fool, he was becoming her tool after all, but a boyfriend? That couldn’t be allowed.