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notasiren21 · 3 years

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26 for Lukanette WIPs please. :)

26. Party Crasher!Luka

I FUCKED UP AND JUST WROTE IT I GUESS???

Party Crasher

-Lukanette oneshot

“You mean to tell me Agreste ditched you? After all that pleading to let him take you to the party for your successful launch line for next season, he’s ditched you?”

“Kagami, don’t kill him.”

“Fine, remind me why I can’t though? This is such an ass move of his if he’s trying to prove he’s the one for you.”

“Because,” Marinette grits out, faking a toothy smile to a work couple that waves from passing, “I want to castrate and kill him myself.”

Kagami laughs roughly in surprise, “Why the castration?”

“So I can fit his small ass into the tightest pair of skinny jeans we have for our tall teenage girls.” The not so stoic girl sips on her wine, pleased with her friend’s rage. “I told him I haven’t been interested since we were 14, but him thinking I’ll forgive him if I even had a silver of interest in dating him? Fuck him.”

“Or,” Kagami drawls, long nails tapping the stem of her glass as she leans to peer over her friend’s shoulder, “You could fuck him instead?”

Mari gasps in offense, “I am NOT trying for a one night stand, no matter what you guys say.”

“No, you little mouse,” she admonishes, fully heartedly agreeing with the sentiment, “I just mean your big and handsome protective snake is here to save the day.”

Marinette’s mind took a second longer to click the pieces together, trying to make sense of Kagami’s nicknames for her friend group, before her heart thudded and she slowly turned.

There, passing by the models who had walked in Marinette’s designs and batted their false lashes at the rockstar, was Luka Couffaine.

Dressed to the nines in a very punk like and sophisticated way that revealed he very much wanted to impress her and did in fact listen to her fashion advice. Black skinny jeans only he could pull off, high top converse and a white button up with a black vest to overlay it. The cheeky and handsome bastard forgoing the tie to leave one too many buttons undone and his sleeves rolled up to reveal his tattoos.

Oh, on the life of his cat Sass was she proud of him.

And maybe drooling just a little?

He approached her, a sly smile working its way to his lips as he eyed her up and down, eyes shining bright at her black low cocktail that she paired with navy blue heels.

So maybe she sometimes used Luka as a whole for inspiration.

He raised a hand, finger wrapping around a loose curled tendril out of an elegantly messy low bun, “I thought it was the models you were supposed to make the stars of the show.”

“Had I known you were gonna show up, I would’ve worn one of my bests here.”

His hand froze, “This isn’t your best? You tease,” he broke out in a grin. His hand moved further, thumbing at the collection of piercings in her ear he accompanied her with to get years ago. “God, you’re so fucking beautiful.”

“Well, I’m suddenly glad I can only acknowledge this as awkward and not feel it.” Kagami noted into her class. Her phone buzzed, electing a sigh from her as she began turning. “Have fun, my mother decided to remind me why this wine was a good idea to have before she came.”

She watched her friend walk away, her other -her best friend and other half, remained taking her in and stroking the soft spot under her ear he once claimed with a mark-

The one time they admitted their crushes and strong attraction towards the other the night before he left for tour years ago.

It was the only time Luka had indulged himself in his wants and desires, the only time he had asked to and still provided her with an out. And now he still remains far off in her memories, even as he stands in front of her with that look on his face years later.

“How did you,” she swallows when his soft gaze flicks back up to her eyes with his full attention. “How did you get in? It’s a ticket only event.”

He shrugged, turning to offer her an arm and walk around. “I may or may not have seen Adrien’s post about his mom and dad going to a gala event and him going to see his cousin there. Seems like that took precedence I guess.”

Marinette huffed low, “Félix has been in town for three weeks. Adrien and I had lunch with him the other day.”

Luka stilled as a busboy stopped in front of them, offering them glasses of champagne. Luka’s nose twitched, then his lip as he turned away with a polite smile. Marinette shook her head in turn as well.

“You know you don’t have to pass just because of me, right?”

“Hey, we do this ‘young 20 some year olds unable to drink alcohol’ in solidarity together.” He cracked a smile at that, “Soda is my alcohol.”

“Alright, you can be an honorary member of the alcohol intolerance club.” Luka laughed when she hummed gleefully. “Dork.”

“Nerd.”

“So, back on topic, Adrien just really had no excuse then?”

“Ha, no, even his dad stopped by an hour ago to congratulate me and get press photos done to promote the line. All his son did for me was send a text with a sad face attached to his cancellation.”

“... I can kick his ass, you know?”

“I know, I’m just saving for a rainy day.” She laughed, stepping closer to his side and wrapping both arms around his. “So, the ticket, you party crasher.”

“Right, yeah, I may or may not have called your assistant earlier today to swipe it. I took a guess that she held onto it for safe keeping so-,”

“She’s new, I’m not surprised she just gave it up that easily.” She let Luka guide her into a dance. One hand with painted black holding hers to his chest, the other gently tugging to hold his shoulder before he held her waist.

“Oh, that, that explains a lot now.”

“What?”

He flinched, a nervous glint flashing across his features. “I may or may not have lied about who exactly I was since she didn’t know my name-,”

“Doesn’t listen to your music, already told her the sin she was committing.”

“And who I was to you, specifically-,”

Marinette tilted her head back in a laugh, Luka’s arm tightening to brace her weight, “You said you were my husband, didn’t you?”

He flushes at a memory of once getting a creep off her back a year ago by claiming that very title to her.

“Erm, no, I said I was your boyfriend and may have sold it by saying some pet name and swooning over you just a little,” he watched her eyes go wide then soft, a smile twitching to show. He stepped closer, almost pulling her flush to him, “But if that’s what you want, I can go out and get some marriage certificate?”

She flushed, lips parting and a rush of air passing them.

“Maybe call Jagged up and fly us to Vegas? I mean, we’re both looking good right now, you more so.” Her face went a shade or two deeper. She jumped in surprise when he let go of her hand to play with a tendril again on the right side, tilting her face to press a kiss to her left cheek. “God, you’re such a pretty little thing.”

She squeaked.

“What, what was the pet name?”

“Hm?” He lazily met her gaze, a dream like haze filter over them as he moved her body to sway with his. “Oh, that.”

“What was it?”

Baby, babygirl, beautiful, gorgeous- he may have said more than one.

He gave a slow and wicked grin, twirling her out and back into his chest in a swift and stunning movement as he nudged his nose to hers.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?” He teased, smile spreading wider and radiant as she forgot to breathe for a second.

What. A fucking. Tease.

The need for him to make good on his words and looks hit through her hard and reminded her of their one night together that they both never forgotten. And how much she wished that was every night, as long as it ended up with them curled right around each other and love and happiness coaxing them to sleep instead of stress and loneliness.

He watched her steel her gaze, her jaw tightened. He swallowed when her height, now of five feet thanks to heels, straightened and forced him to pull up. A violent shiver rocked through him when both hands held along the back of his neck, one slipping under the collar of his shirt to scratch along the nape.

“Marinette-,” he choked.

“I’m only asking so I can show my reciprocation.” She leaned closer, kicking her shoes off into some corner and standing on his converse that every elder of theirs had eyed in question during the night. He supported her actions fully, of course. Still stepping them around in dance within a fluid motion. “Not gonna tell me, hun?”

He coughed, loudly and looked away from her to catch his breath. Watching adults cheat on spouses everywhere or everyone else minding their own business to stare at models or the shrimp on the tables.

He almost tripped when she wined in protest, her hand gripping his chin lightly and turning it to face her. His eyes were flickering between admiration, lust and love, growing three shades of deeper blue than was possible.

“C’mon, baby, tell me.”

“Baby?” He stammered out in surprise. Teenage Luka was having a fucking field day with this. “Marinette, I was only joking earlier and-,”

“Were you really though?”

“No,” his response was fast and instant, a wince playing at the corner of his eyes and his button nose scrunching in loss of control.

“Hey handsome,” he preened under the nickname passing her lips, even if close to millions called him the same thing, it paid more effect when it was Marinette calling him it. “Tell me why you came tonight.”

His neck was aching from staring down to meet her eyes now that the heels were gone but he let himself down lower to press his forehead to hers. “Because you deserve better than what he gives you.”

The girl stilled, expecting an awkward or a flirtatious remark. “What?”

The rockstar looked away sheepishly, a little ashamed. “I know you’re considering getting with him, but when I heard he was canceling on you I let my jealousy win out and I just wanted to be there for you.” He bit his lip when he felt her tugging his face back in her direction, choosing to resist the pressure. “You have to believe me when I say I came with no ulterior motives other than protecting you from going stag to your own party tonight.”

“You, you came to protect me?”

He shrugged, another small shiver racking through him when her hands moved along and glided across his neck. “And make sure you had a good night. I even asked your mom what you were wearing tonight just so I could make sure my outfit complimented yours to cheer you up.”

She was silent for a minute or so, and he waited, patiently as ever and guiding her to rest her head against his chest as he swayed them.

Luka, doing all the work. Luka, taking matters into his own hands when someone fails her. Luka, going the extra mile to make sure she has a happy memory.

Fuck giving second chances to other people. Luka is the only one to have shown her he’s the most earning of the concept and notion.

She pulls away, feeling the slight reluctance in his arms on her waist before they drop to his side, “Grab my heels.”

He raises a black brow but complies, turning to find them and hooking his fingers in the backs. He eyes them, used to seeing her shoes laying around the Liberty when she comes over or even at her own place, but he always has to remark that, “You have small feet.”

“You’ve also called them cute,” she huffs, tugging on his hand and pulling him near the entrance.

He follows, like they always do for one another. “Because they are- where are we going?” He stops them as they round an empty corridor, away from the hotel’s event room where the party is still very much happening. The heel of his palm grips tight to archway, pressing against it, the small shoes still dangling in his hold.

“Home, your place or mine. Actually, mine’s closer.”

He laughs brightly, “You can’t ditch your own party for another movie night, Mari.”

The petite girl turns to him, a fierce expression in his eyes that makes him swallow harshly. “No, but I can ditch to celebrate in getting what I really want. For finally getting what I want.”

“The Chinese takeout place is closed this time of ni-,”

“You.”

“What?” Luka wheezes, he blinks stupidly at her. Prettily and stupidly. He straightens, freehand tugging at his collar a little like he needs room to breathe. “Come again?”

“I’m going home. I’m taking you with me. And we’re gonna celebrate that I finally got off my ass and got what I wanted.”

He hums, nervously and a bounce starting in his hand, a shake in one hand, his dark brows furrow, “And you want?”

“You.”

“You- you want,” he sucks in a sharp breath, pain flashing across his features as he clears his throat. “You want me?”

Her eyes soften, a smile showing as she steps closer to him and takes his face into her hands, pulling him down to be eye level with her as he braces his weight on the wall next to them with a hand.

“Yes,” he looks awestruck as she giggles. “I want you... can you let me keep you?”

He laughs nervously, “I’ll fucking sell myself to you if that’s what you really want, fuck.”

She’s smiling, leaning up on tiptoes to alleviate the strain in his neck and pressing a kiss to his lips, muffling the undignified noise of surprise that escapes him. She lets him get used to her for a second, kissing him slowly and purposely as starts to eventually overcome the shock and kiss her back in reverence.

He pulls away suddenly, a guilted expression on his face.

“Wait, wait. What about Adrien?”

“What about him?”

Luka fidgets, a quick glimpse of insecurities and jealousy showing to her before he regains a semblance of control after having his walls knocked down. “He’s been trying to go out with you, win you affections.”

He only knows of the situation, but never presses her to talk about it. It’s natural for it to come up in conversation everyday when he asks her about work knowing the stress of being twenty-two in a high end fashion company could be a bit more than overwhelming. He wanted to be a safe place to her since the beginning.

“There’s nothing about him. I’ve shut him down an handful of times and now it’s just a matter of letting him indulge himself in what he thinks are romantic gestures when me saying no doesn’t cut it. There’s nothing going on between him and I, just his belief that my crush from years ago accounts for something today.”

Luka still looks wary and isn’t touching her, most likely his conscious trying to be the better person between him and Adrien by not going out with the girl his friend is pining after.

Even if said girl is Luka’s legitimate best friend and the very same girl he’s been in love with since he was a kid.

Marinette feels like it’s a dirty tactic as she gets closer to him, trying to gauge where it’s jealousy and where it’s insecurity in regards to Adrien.

She presses a kiss to the corner of his mouth. Luka’s head turns minutely at the attention, tilting less than a centimeter to catch her lips before he catches himself. He struggles when her next kiss falls to his lips and is soft and slow, how he always wants to kiss her.

“Remember our first kiss?” She whispers, wounding arms around his waist and pressing close to him.

He matches her volume, an adoring look winning for a split second, “Of course I remember.”

“Remember our first date?”

“At the ice cream parlor, you wore a pink skirt that kept twirling when you did.” She feels his resolve break a little, his own right to be selfish with her slipping out a little.

His arms slip around her, and he presses a gentle kiss to her temple. “Remember our goodbye at the airport?” His arms tightening around her speak more volumes than his strained, “Yes,” does.

She’s just a little closer to convincing him to stop being so sacrificial with his own wants or needs. She just has to push more.

“Remember waking up in one another’s arms that morning?”

He’s silent for a few seconds, thinking of what he can say in response to that. Wondering how honest to be, “... every day, I think of that morning every day.”

She still hears the clipped apprehension in his voice. That tone she knows so well that’s gonna lead into him giving her advice to rethink this whole decision and talk to him when she’s absolutely sure. How she shouldn’t think on impulse and lunge at what she wants unless she knows she does wanna keep with it.

But, he has to know she always thinks back on moments with him and that she longs to have jumped on impulse if it meant being with him.

Every time he’s showed up with takeout at her place. When he smiles so freely at her. When he bandages her cuts and blisters from working all night long.

When he showed up tonight looking like he had been her dare to begin with. How her heart felt when he admitted to lying to her secretary. The way he looked carrying her high heels that were much too small for his hands but he didn’t care because she asked him to.

How he crashed her own party to make sure she’d have fun tonight.

She’s sure she wants this, him.

All those nicknames they could call each other. All the benefits of dating the other and having a date to everything the other needs to attend. Having her best friend be her boyfriend meaning there’s no holding back from anything.

She’ll cringe about it in the morning, but it’s gotta work to break his long instilled fear of being a bad friend or person. Of being unselfish.

“Do you still remember that night?”

She’s sure he’s stopped breaking by the way his entire body seems to shut down, but then it reboots and he’s shaking against her and can’t seem to breathe correctly, his eyes avoiding hers as he swallows again and looking like he’s willing to risk going into an allergic reaction for the sake of one drink.

“That- that’s not something you forget, Marinette.” His hands are twitching on her waist, grip tightening just a little and a vein is jumping in his arm to do something to prove he remembers alright.

One more push, “Do you still remember how I tasted that night?”

He seizes her waist, lunging to kiss her desperately like he did that night and when he left, a growl passing his lips onto hers. He’s cupping the back of her neck, fingers threading through her hair, breathing her in and shaking against her as his resolves breaks completely and the selfish side comes out. The one that’s nowhere near as selfish as the average person, but enough to take in the matter of his own needs and wants. He pulls back, letting her watch his eyes darken, the pupils expanding until the blues are next to near mere ridges of color. He’s watching hers do the same before he nudges her nose and kisses her slowly, more loving and affectionate. His control slipping back into place and resulting in the Luka she so loves regaining the handles of his own mind.

He’s careful in the way he tugs her lip with his teeth, how he coaxes her to let him kiss her fully before pull back and panting against her lips.

“Yes, I remember,” his voice is rough and he has to glance away from her and straighten. She watches him take a few meditative breaths before he looks back at her.

“Does that really help?” She gestures to his chest and mouth, “the breathing?”

He laughs hollowly, “No, not really, but it bought me time to create some distance in this,” he glances around, “Not your apartment place.”

She laughs at the suddenly horrified look that crosses his face, the image of them making out and the threat of almost being caught in public instantly dawning on him. He glares playfully at her.

“You did that all on purpose.”

“Had to, you were just about to give me up for the sake of being a good friend to me and Adrien.” She pauses, a wicked idea forming to prove her point, “Unless, you want Adrien to know what that all is like?”

A dark look crosses Luka’s face; unrestrained bouts of suppressed jealousy, possessiveness and territoriality. “No,” he growls out, eyes squeezing shut and having to clear his throat. “I’d rather not let him know any of that personally.”

“Not even how I taste?”

“Marinette,” he warned, the growl resurfacing. She cooed, wrapping him up in a hug and pressing a kiss to his jaw as an apology. He whined, “It’s not funny when you do that.”

“No, but everything you feel is alright to feel. Don’t hold back for the sake of not being selfish. You can be selfish with me, you’re a reasonable guy and know boundaries.” She sighed, nuzzling further into his warm embrace. “I don’t like Adrien the way he wants me to, and lately, it’s hard to even be his friend. He needs to move on from me. Hell, I’m better friends with Félix now than him.”

“Just hope they don’t switch up on you again.”

She huffed in amusement. “God no, I’d kill them.”

“It’s adorable how how your less than five feet body resorts to violence and death threats.”

“Mm, except you, I’m quite fond of you.” She looks up at him, chin pressed to his chest and smiling when he looks at her softly and presses a kiss to her nose. “This, us, is not an impulse. Just a restrained want I’ve had for awhile.”

“Okay, I understand now.”

She grins cheekily at him, “Or need, if that makes you all possessive hot yet secretly adorable rockstar boyfriend mode again.”

“Boyfriend?” He smiled slowly, radiant as always and heart stopping. “If teenage me could hear you, he’d probably shut down from being overwhelmed.”

“Nineteen year old you certainly didn’t that night,” she mumbles, grinning at the loud bark of laughter that surprises the both of them when Luka throws his head back.

“Yeah, thanks for reminding me what age I lost it at, totally rockstar of me, right?” The blush that’s coating his neck and ears is adorable, a shy smile quirking at her briefly.

“I think it’s sweet, cute even.”

“Yeah, because you’re the one I lost it to.” He deadpanned without conviction. “But, I guess I’ll take being sweet and cute.”

“It’s okay though, I mean, I did the cliché of losing my virginity to someone I was in love with.” Luka does in fact shut down in her embrace hearing that. Hands jittering against her and fingers tapping like he’s trying to speak through notes against her skin.

He takes another minute, before pressing a kiss to her hair. “If this is you confessing your love to me -and believe me, it’s killing me to stop you right now, I’d rather you do it in regards to another topic and not the fact that we were one another’s first time.” He avoids the dangerous smirk aimed his way, or the sharp angle of her cocked, black brow above breathtaking blues. “C’mon, let’s go dance some more and celebrate your success before we leave, maybe find your assistant to introduce me as your boyfriend to.”

She pours at him when he tugs on her hand in the direction of the party. “But-,”

He breathed out shakily, a waning patient look in his eyes and a false smirk aimed at her. “Can I sleep over tonight?”

“Do you want to?”

“Yes,” he breathed. “I’m very close to just following you home at this point, trust me. I don’t care how the night ends, just as long as it’s you and me tonight.”

She’s letting him make them dance again, feeling as the nerves leave his body as he gets them to fall in step with the tempo. He doesn’t care that he has to bend a little ways down to rest his cheek on her hair, not when she’s letting him pull her up against his chest when she typically only reaches the bottom of his rib cage.

They work well together, they fit perfectly together because they’re more than used to the instinctive adapting to one another.

Her hands cup his cheeks, kissing him carefully without reservation and the anxiety, “It was only an impulse at times because I love you and have for awhile.”

Luka deepens the kiss just a little, thankful she’s the type of girlfriend to let him indulge in her as he smiles, “I get it, I’ve had my share of impulsive thoughts for as long as I’ve been in love with you since we were young. I love you, Mari.”

“Enough to crash a party for me, apparently,” she whispered, a little moved by the thought that they were finally together. He thumbed her tears away.

“Enough to kill Adrien or Félix if you ask me to,” he replied in a loving tone, soothing her gasps for air when she broke apart in giggles against his chest in reaction.

He didn’t leave after that night. And he went to every party as her date too.

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marrys-dream-world · 3 years

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ML The Parent Trap AU

Emilie and Amelie had a huge fight around the time Adrien and Félix were babies and never spoke again. The cousins don’t even know about each other, since Adrien doesn’t know his mother’s surname and Amelie makes sure Félix avoids the Agreste Brand (not that he cares for these things).

Adrien goes to London for a fashion event for a week and is under heavy surveillance the entire time. Fortunately, he’s also Chat Noir and sneaks away from his hotel room on his first night and ends up meeting Félix, somehow. They are both surprised by their resemblance and talk about their family, finding out they’re cousins and that their mothers are identical twins.

Adrien is a little sad that he didn’t know that, it just soon gives away to elation. He has an aunt and a cousin! He’s so excited to get to know them! His mother was always very secretive, after all, and trying to get upset with her missing just felt uncomfortable. His parents sure had their reasons to keep this from him.

Félix on the other hand is furious. He thought his mother respected him and she kept something this huge from him? He needs more information on why this happened and a way to mess with his mother. But she knows all his tricks, she won’t talk to him. Adrien’s father on the other hand…

Félix proposes the whole “let’s switch for, like, a week” and even rationalizes it a little. Adrien is unsure, even though he knows his dad won’t let him see his aunt and cousin if he ever tells him and won’t explain why. He asks for a day to think.

Adrien is like “oh Plagg, should I do it?” and Plagg is like “do it for the lolz” and Adrien is like “you’re right, Plagg, I should do it for family unity!” and Plagg is like “that’s not what I said at all, kid, but you do you”.

Adrien accepts and cue montage of them learning to be each other for the rest of the week. Félix is standoffish and rude the whole time, but Adrien thinks his cousin is just hurting from his father’s recent death (he can relate to that) and is a bit awkward (like Kagami). Félix thinks his cousin is just a naive idiot and is going to have fun with his identity.

Chat Noir calls Ladybug to tell his family thing got extended a week and she’s very understanding and tells him to have fun.

Félix goes back as Adrien and actually plays him very well, if a bit flanderized. He wants to get the feel of the people he’s going to mess with himself before doing anything. Adrien on the other hand is so nice as Félix that his driver and the house staff are very weirded out.

Adrien tears up a bit when he meets Amelie and is overall very sweet. Amelie thinks her son is acting like that because he wants something (he does that sometimes) and plays along to see if he cracks (she does that sometimes, when she’s bored). She takes him to do something he would hate, like charity, and Adrien genuinely has fun. Amelie wonders what her son is up to this time. What does he want?

Félix is having a harder time getting Gabriel alone to talk to him and instead explores Adrien’s room. He’s concerned and creeped out by the amount of cheese and Ladybug pictures he finds there.

Adrien goes to school as Félix and is unable to keep Félix's stoic facade for five minutes. Half the class thinks he’s playing mind games on the and the other half thinks he’s been swapped with a changeling. The kids dare each other to talk to him and by the end of the first day Adrien thinks he has at least ten potential friends.

Félix goes to school as Adrien and is blown away by how all his friends are sunshine and rainbows (bar Chloé and Lila, who Adrien warned him about). He makes up some problems just to see if they would drop their things to help him. They do and he doesn’t know how to feel about that.

Félix learns the power of friendship and decides to give this “be a good person” thing a go by his second day. He hates it and is back on his bullshit by lunchtime.

Lila notices there’s something wrong with Adrien and decides to observe to see if there’s something she can gain from it. She’ll eventually form an alliance with Félix to cause trouble.

Félix knows Marinette has a crush on Adrien and thinks about cruelly rejecting her just for fun. However, he’s no fool and knows Alya would kill him on sight if he did that, so he gives that idea up.

Tikki is VERY confused when Chat Noir says he’s going to be gone for a week and then Adrien shows up to class. Did he want to take a break? It's not like him to lie, though. Then there’s a video “Chat Noir is spotted in London! NOT CLICKBAIT” that goes viral and she’s like?? Who is that?? Sitting in front of Marinette?? She doesn’t know what to do and somehow feels like this is all Plagg’s fault.

Adrien gathers the courage to ask Amelie about Emelie and she thinks he found out because of her movies and that’s why Félix was acting so nice. Since she thought he was weirdly mature about it and didn’t make any crazy plans as revenge, she tells him the story and they have a nice moment. Adrien cracks and tells Amelie who he is.

Félix eventually finds out Gabriel is Hawk Moth and convinces him he wants to help him. Gabriel is happy Adrien wants to help and lowers his guard a little. Félix manages to steal the Butterfly miraculous and convinces Gabriel someone else did it, sending him into a wild goose chase.

Gabriel finds out that Félix is not Adrien when Amelie shows up at his door with the real Adrien. That’s when he realizes he’s been played.

#ml the parent trap au #kinda #i'll write this one day maybe #if someone wants to take a shot or add something to this feel free #adrien agreste #félix graham de vanily #gabriel agreste #amelie graham de vanily #plagg #tikki #ml au #miraculous ladybug

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smellysluna · 4 years

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The one where Adrien dances with you

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

Pairing: Adrien Agreste & [YOU]

Warnings/Tags: mostly swearing and PDA but very mild, fluff you’d say?

Summary: you meet Adrien at a gala hosted by the Vanilies in London, you confuse Adrien for Felix but your misunderstanding quickly turns into something else.

Note: I feel like the ending kinda sucks a lot but mblerghh i don’t want to wait to post this, enjoy babes!

Graham de Vanilie Group invites you to a Fundraising Holiday Gala. 7th of May 2020. Six o’clock in the Buckingham Palace.

The last time the Graham de Vanilie Group hosted a fundraiser was a few years back, right before one of their CEOs passed away. You place the invitation card back in the envelope you received from Félix. You’re startled by the sudden invite and glance at your best friend.

“I suspect that the black envelopes were your choice?”

Félix nearly flinched. After all, he does his best at hiding feelings and intentions; he does fool most people but you always knew him better than the palm of your hand. So when the blond tried to suppress his astonishment, you almost smirked.

“You never fail to surprise me.” His voice is flat and deep but it quivers right at the end.

“You’re way too predictable.”

You place the open envelope onto your desk. When you turn around, you notice Félix’s leg go in an up-and-down motion. He was waiting for an answer, you knew, but he wasn’t going to ask for it. You step up to your walk-in closet and go through the dresses.

“It’s been a long time since I bought a gala dress,” you yell to Félix.

You didn’t hear how he walked into the closet. For whatever that means, you never notice when he sneaks up on you but you’re used to it by now.

“Do you want to match, for old time’s sake?”

“That’s brilliant, Félix! Are you free this weekend?”

He falls silent for a moment, pursing his lips. “I could create an opening in my schedule on Saturday morning.”

“It’s settled then. Saturday at 9:30 we’ll get some breakfast and then—”

“I said I could, not that I would.”

You stare at him with the utmost hateful look you could muster. “You fucking asshole.”

Turns out that Félix did clear up some plans to go shopping that weekend. As planned, you had chosen clothing that matched. When the day of the gala came, Félix told you to meet him at the venue because he had some responsibilities as one of the hosts. He had to receive guests and be there for his mother.

You arrive at Buckingham palace with your parents and as soon as you get in, the three of you are greeted by the remaining members of the Vanillies. You and your parents split ways.

Félix looked as dashing as ever, his suit perfectly matched your long dress. He had his hair slicked back as usual but it seemed that he used a more than necessary quantity of gel.

“What’s with your hair today, I can see myself in it.” You joked.

“Thank you, your hair isn’t any better,” he replies coldly.

You scoff, “tell that to my hairdresser.”

“I just might.”

“Sure you will, wanker.”

He glares disapprovingly and dismisses you. “Go bother the waiters. Maybe get something to drink while you’re at it. You’re tolerable when drunk.”

You just smile at him and let go of the bickering. “I better get started, then.” You leave Félix tending the rest of the guests.

“Hey,” he calls out, “I’ll find you later.” You nod at him and keep walking, swaying your hips in exaggeration just to annoy him.

The Buckingham’s ballroom wasn’t as spacious like the usual contracted venues by the Vanillie Group. It only seemed fair, though. Most of the guests already there were closer to their inner circle —comfortable enough to invite but just as brave.

The ballroom was clear enough to recognise the people you knew and had to greet for the sake of politeness. If you’re lucky there will be some entertainment. You move toward the clique the teenagers had unconsciously formed with a smile.

After some boring interactions with the biggest snob —according to you and Félix— known as Vanessa you excuse yourself and ditch the posse to find Félix. You remark at yourself that the room had filled generously within an instant. Now you only wonder in which corner the tolerable snob had secluded himself to. While executing the quest, you straighten your posture out of habit.

The next thing, you see the back of a blond head. The posture and the shoulder build was right… Why was Félix’s hair suddenly not gelled back? You had to find out and on the way to wisdom you wondered whether his mother forced him to get rid of the excessive amount of gel he used. You grab his hand and turn him around.

Not taking a good glance, you say unladylike —the way you always talk to him—, “what did you do to your hair?” You glance around and play with his hair, wondering how he managed to wash his hair in this place. “You were never planning on looking for me, weren’t you?” You glared at the blond.

You expected Félix’s stoic-stone-cold stare but instead you were met by a stupefied smile. There’s no doubt that it’s the same face but the expressions don’t match. At your approach the blond scratched his neck.

“I think you’ve mistaken me for my cousin,” he smiles and your face widens in shock. It feels like your heart just fell to the core of the Earth.

You let go of his hand and apologize frantically. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t notice you weren’t Félix.” You cover your face. “This is so embarrassing, I’m sorry.”

Félix’s cousin uncovers your face carefully but instead of looking at him, you keep your gaze on the floor’s carpet.

“Don’t worry —It’s not your fault! Everybody confuses us both.” He keeps silent for a moment. “Hey,” he tries to get you to look at him, “it’s okay —it really is.” Giving into his words, you glance up at him.

His stare and your stare cross. You take him in entirely. Even though he had the same face as someone you knew like the palm of your own hand, he felt like a different person. But he was a different person! Realising this, your heart ached in a way it had never done before. The air hitched at the back of your throat and neither the blond neither you said anything, you were both speechless.

He cleared his throat in what felt like a moment of paradise, the spell broke.

The music in the ballroom becomes louder. “Would you like to share a dance with me?” He offers an open hand and a bright smile.

With a twinkle in your eyes, you lay your hand in his. “I’d love to.”

He guided you closer to the musicians at the far end of the ballroom. At the center of the far end, on top of a podium connected to a pair of stairs, were the Queen’s and King’s thrones. Both seats were vacant but you knew that the Queen was somewhere nearby, you greeted her not long ago.

At the far end walls were another pair of stairs connecting to each side of the wall; on the left was the string orchestra and on the right was the wind orchestra. You found yourself stranded in between.

The blond preserves his grip on your hand and faces you. In response, you put your arms around his shoulders.

You scoff, “even Félix holds me closer.”

At the comparison, the blond in front of you tensed. He pulled you closer out of sheer stubbornness.

Then most certainly, you’re reminded that he’s not Félix. The contact sent shivers down your spine. The feeling of him, so close, ricketed your heart. You were sucked into your own world where there was only him, the music and you. Too dumbfounded to notice anybody else, you begin to dance. Luckily, you had incorporated into a slow waltz. The both of you moved loosely without any missteps.

An unseen force pulled you into his eyes, your will was to weak to pry you away from staring at him. Not once were you tempted to talk to him, you had everything you needed. His hand on your wait, your arm on his shoulder and a magic connection.

A few steps later, your heart calmed down and only then you dared to speak. “I’m (Y/N), (Y/N) (L/N).” He squeezes your hand and you squeeze back.

“Name’s Adrien, Adrien Agreste.”

You bite your lip, scolding yourself for ruining your applied lipstick, as you both keep moving rhythmically to the orchestra. “Agreste..? I’ve never heard of you,” the spell your eyes shared had long broken so you move your eyes around the moving ballroom, “or seen you.”

You heard him chuckle and it was so precious you imprinted it to your memory. It was dumb, really, but you couldn’t help it. “You’re Félix’s friend,” he told you as a matter of fact but the short sad smile doesn’t go unnoticed. “I imagine he never said he had a cousin.” You wanted to reply first but nodded instead.

“Why has he never talked about you?”

Adrien pulled you closer unconsciously but your heart rate spiked in an instant. “The short version of the story is that his mother’s twin is my mother but she married Gabriel Agreste and moved to France with him.”

You let the untold drama to sink in. You imagine what secrets these two families were keeping and you grin to yourself. Juicy rich people drama.

Before replying to Adrien, you avoid biting your lip as to not ruin the professionally applied make-up. “That explains a little,” you guide Adrien into the pace increased music, “but I’d love to hear the full version.”

In your head, you created Adrien as somebody sweet and always polite, a soft person but when he takes the lead in your waltz… you realize he’s not as soft as you had pegged him for.

“Maybe later, My Lady.”

The tempo gets stronger and faster and gracefully you keep following the rhythm. The room starts spinning and you only have a focus on the boy with the green eyes. The music is loud and it drums in your ears or maybe it was your heart beating so hard, you weren’t sure. You were having fun, and you keep the flow going without even skipping a beat. Your feet hurt from your heels but you couldn’t even feel the pain. The trumpets sang loud, the violins serenaded violently and your heart drifted ecstatically. The smile on your faces wouldn’t leave and you thought you were tiptoeing through the sky. Quite frankly, dancing with Adrien Agreste felt liberating.

It wasn’t until the tempo slowed down that you were aware that you had broken a sweat. You recalled the times when you danced with Félix, not even a drop of sweat. He’d always push you to your limits but you kept up with him effortlessly. With Adrien it was different. You weren’t just shuffling your feet, you were dancing! Enjoying it! Feeling it! You had been dancing and not once your mind wandered somewhere else. You were dancing with Adrien Agreste and nothing else mattered.

Sometime later, after catching the attention of many, you decide to go outside for a rest and cool down. You stopped at the palace’s entrance stairs. The guards on the bottom kept their position still. Nonetheless, you were a sweaty mess, you hoped your make-up hadn’t melted away but you were certain that the lipstick had faded away.

The both of you were engaged in a pleasant conversation and kept smiling at eachother. You were getting to know one another, you asked him about life in Paris, he asked you about life in London.

“I’ve been wondering,” Adrien pauses and looks around, “do you love Félix?"

You furrow your brows in deep thought. You felt like answering with the truth but you just met him. Nevertheless, you wanted to tell him. So you do.

To distract yourself from Adrien’s visage, you lean on the stairs’ rail. "I thought I did."

A moment of silence passed by until Adrien asked what it is that you meant.

"It’s not like I’m confused or anything —I know I like him. It’s just,” you bite your bottom lip, trying to keep it in but it was too late, “there’s this other girl who’s in love with him too. And, honestly, Félix is better off with her.”

Adrien stands up from the stairs indignantly. “You can’t just… give up!” he says, desperately.

You look at him surprised, for a moment, still not used to the expressive emotions on such a familiar face.

“It’s not that I’ve given up. It’s that I’m okay with how Félix is. I’m okay with the small amounts of emotions that he shows. I’m okay with his cryptic behaviour. I wouldn’t change any of that —I couldn’t.”

You straighten your dress and stare at anything, just to keep your mind away from the aching in your heart.

“But Bridgete… she can make a difference in Félix. She makes him a better person, even if it’s a little. She can make him grow and become the one he needs to be."

You stare into Adrien’s glassy eyes, ready to give your heart the final blow. Adrien stares back at you and his heart churns.

"I’d just bring him down."

Adrien didn’t realise he was clenching his jaw. He tries to loosen his grip on himself but he just couldn’t.

“I don’t know what to say.” Adrien sighs feeling identified to some extent and sits back down on the stairs. “I mean, I guess I understand you.”

You gaze at the back of Adrien’s head, you notice he relaxes his shoulders after you sit down next to him and it makes you smile slightly. He keeps his gaze on the ground.

“It’s just that I keep trying and trying and I get nowhere. We’ve gotten closer over time, yeah, but I’ve done zero progress.”

You lean into him to give him some comfort and he places an arm around you in response. It felt so natural to the both of you —it was scary how close you felt. Who knew how intimate a dance could be.

“I feel so hopeless sometimes.”

You lift your head up from his shoulder and stare into his eyes. His gaze was blankly set on the ground and his eyes were a shade darker outside. It’s funny how only now you notice those little details. Like the reflection of the lampposts’ light shining in his eyes. Like the way he kept clenching and unclenching his fist. Or the way he kept biting harder and harder on his bottom lip…

You can’t recall when Adrien faced you. Nonetheless, Adrien clearly noticed when you kept staring at his lips. He especially noticed your silent ragged breathing and your excessive lip licking…

You started leaning into Adrien. You could feel his hot breath. You were too scared to look into each other’s eyes and before your lips met, Adrien hesitated. The way he had made you feel tonight gave you the courage to just go for it. So you go in to kiss him. You felt confident and hopeful but Adrien stopped you.

"I’m - I’m sorry. It’s just…” Adrien couldn’t get the right words. “I’m sorry."

Your heart feels heavy in your chest. That night, you broke your own heart twice. The first time was about your discordance with Félix and the second time… by kissing a guy you just met. How ironic, you fell for the same face twice.

You stand up abruptly. You really don’t want Adrien to see you red-eyed and puffy. You decide to flee from him and never see him ever again.

“I’m the one who should be sorry. We don’t know each other at all —it’s my fault.” You approach the entrance at the top of the staircase and before you get inside you tell him goodbye without a second glance.

He ponders for a moment. Figuring out what just happened. He thought a few seconds had passed before he ran after you.

“Shit! I’m stupid!”

He wondered how could you be so fast, you wore heels and a long dress. It seems that he had spent more than just a few seconds before he realised that you were his chance to become better. You might’ve not been Félix’s opportunity to become a better man but you sure as hell were Adrien’s. And it only took him one evening (and a few extra minutes) to figure that one out.

He figured you got back into the ballroom and he was right. Just as he was about to apologise to you and tell you how he actually felt after meeting you, he was met with Félix’s hostile glare. You were slouched between his arms and Félix held you tight, so tight he could see veins. Adrien paled in an instant, he darted glances between you and Félix without cease.

Félix’s jaw was set in a tight knot. His cousin had hurt his best friend and he imagined what had happened. He knew his cousin’s heart was set for Ladybug. He even thought bitterly of her name. Such a boyish and stupid crush. He thought he couldn’t despise his cousin even more but there was Adrien, proving him wrong.

He could imagine what happened, you always seemed to have a fancy for blonds. Ironically, Félix wondered how you could have fallen for his face but not for him (little did he know). It left a bitter taste on his tongue. While he intently stared at Adrien, he took you away from the ballroom —somewhere only he could get in. And before you left the ballroom altogether, you curiously glanced at where Félix had been looking when he tensed. That was the last time you saw Adrien Agreste in that ballroom.

When the event ended, you locked yourself in your room. Your parents barely noticed your distant behaviour; it happens when they constantly work.

Sooner than later, the next week arrived and so did Félix. He knocked on your door and let himself in. You were in your pajamas, looking terrible. You haven’t combed your hair since the shower you took on Friday and haven’t brushed your teeth either.

“I have to say, you look worse than I thought you would.”

You glare at him with red and puffy eyes, “I haven’t stopped crying since Thursday, Félix. It’s pathetic… I’m pathetic!”

“Yeah, you are pathetic.”

You rub your eyes. “Yeah, thank you for your support.”

“You better. I’m the one who got you away from there.”

In the beginning you thought that he could brighten your mood but it seemed to be doing quite the contrary. Before he arrived, you managed to calm down and stop crying. Your efforts weren’t paying off because you were at the brink of tearing up again.

“Could you just… not say anything? At all?” You sigh. “I just need you to be here. By my side. Nothing else.”

Félix felt like saying something, actually comforting this time… but the defeated look on your face convinced him otherwise. He lay on your desk your favourite sweets, to which he received a smile from you, and sat down on the end of your bed.

“Fine, just get here,” he looks away, embarrassed, “and cry it out. You won’t be alone this time.”

You put your head on his lap and purse your lips. “I don’t feel like crying anymore.”

He looks into your eyes and groans, “you fucking wanker.” You just giggle at his pink cheeks.

Sometime later you were forced to go to Paris with Félix. Well, you weren’t really forced. Félix’s mother asked you to come and give support to her and her son. They were going to visit the man that stole her sister. Also because it was the day she had disappeared.

You thought it wouldn’t do any harm to get out of your house, out of London and spend some time in the city of love. Maybe you’ll find a Parisian to get your mind off of the blond who’s been as of late haunting your dreams.

Turns out it was a bad idea. Paris was covered with Adrien’s face. It didn’t matter where you went: there he was, smiling with that stupid cute face and stupid smile. You thought you had gotten over him these past few weeks but all these pictures of him made you fall for Adrien Agreste all over again.

You’d remember that intense dance you shared and that conversation in which you felt you could trust Adrien with your whole life. If you stared long enough at his picture, your heart would break too. Being in Paris was nothing like you thought it would be. It was so confusing. The scenery was amazing and beautiful but you barely enjoyed it. These feelings of discomfort and contempt were complicated. Sad you felt your heart being broken one too many times; happy you fell for the same guy all over again. You knew you had to get over him but the signs of the universe wouldn’t let you.

So instead of going back to England with the Vanilies, you decided to spend some time alone in this melancholic city.

It was weirdly filled with pigeons in the capital when you finally met the famous Ladybug and Chat Noir.

It felt unreal to have Ladybug in front of you, talking in a language you don’t understand. You picked up a couple of words from Félix like idiot and stupid. He likes to mutter your idiocy in French.

"Sorry, I don’t speak French.”

Ladybug’s eyes widen, she doesn’t speak English. Even if you didn’t understand what she was yelling at her partner, she was impressive. Let’s face it, if it came to it, you’d be gay for her. As soon as that embarrassing thought crossed your mind, someone landed behind you.

“You’re in luck, Ladybug, since it seems I’m fluent in English."

You didn’t bother to look behind you, you were sure it was Chat Noir. Ladybug seemed to be a more impressive sight than anything, except for… that… that… that damn Agreste! You cursed internally, more worried of your internal battle than the one you were physically involved in. It seemed that Adrien Agreste wasn’t going to leave your mind anytime soon.

In a swing, Ladybug left you alone with Chat Noir, not before giving you a reassuring smile.

Chat Noir cat walked in front of you, a smug smile adorning his face. When he saw your face, he tripped on his own feet and fell, wide-eyed.

It was wrong to laugh at him, he could’ve been hurt, but you couldn’t help it. A hero trying to show off but failing? That’s hilarious.

You dismissed Chat Noir’s incredulous look of embarrassment at a failed athletics check. In reality, he was freaking out. Even still, his heart bubbled at your laughter. It was just like the way you laughed with him in Buckingham Palace, the only difference was you weren’t in his arms.

Your laughter died down when you noticed he wasn’t standing up. With tears in your eyes, you offer your hand to help him up. "I apologise for laughing, I haven’t had a good laugh in a long time."

He took your hand in his and didn’t want to let go when he got to his feet. He had to let go.

"Don’t worry about it.” He knew he was taking too long on following the instructions Ladybug gave him. His baton was ringing, Ladybug was calling. He didn’t pick up even though he knew he should do what’s right for Paris’ safety. Do what’s right for the people —not him. It hurt internally to let you go again. “Look, I have to get back to the battle, so I’m gonna take you somewhere safe. Please, be careful.”

Chat Noir finished the battle as soon as possible, skipped his usual fistbump with Ladybug and got back to you. But when he returned to the spot he left you, you weren’t there anymore.

His heart sank into his stomach.

Until now, it hadn’t occurred to him why you were here. Why were you even in Paris? By any chance, were you looking for him? He doubted that. Why would you look for him? If anything, he should be looking for you!

The pit in Chat Noir’s stomach grew heavier, his heart beat so loud he hardly heard his own thoughts. What was he even feeling? The only thing that felt right was you. You in his arms, laughing at those possé’d jerks. Shit! He must find you.

The only thing he could think of being of use was Félix. He’d ask for your number and call you and—. No, it would be dumb. Félix wouldn’t even give Adrien your number. Especially not after that look he received in the palace. He could still try… He’d beg for it if he had to.

“Ugh, how do I even ask him?”

Chat Noir pondered various outcomes —none of them seemed to go well— all the way to his house. In a matter of seconds, Adrien freed himself from the suit and stared at Félix’s contact number.

“What are you doing?”

“Something I should’ve done a long time ago, Plagg.”

“You don’t seem to be doing anything.”

Plagg caught on his bullshit. Thing is, Adrien was too scared to push the call button. He hasn’t even thought of a proper way of asking your number or even greeting Félix. So lost in thought…

“I guess you found out, hah?” Félix answered.

It seems that Plagg accidentally pressed the call button. Adrien was at a loss for words. He still doesn’t know what to tell Félix.

“Hello? Can you even hear me?” Apparently, Adrien took too long to think of something to say.

“I — uh — yeah.”

“‘Yeah’, what? That you found out or that you can hear me?”

“Both.”

“Fine, what do you need?” Félix inquired, clearly annoyed.

“Phone.”

“Phone?”

“Number.”

“Number?”

“Her phone number.”

“Her phone number?”

“Yeah, her phone number.”

“Her phone number.”

“Right.”

Silence.

“Okay, I’m hanging up now.”

Adrien paced even faster around his room.

“Wait! No! I need you to give me her phone number.”

“Why would I do that?”

“Because I asked.”

“Right. You’re not getting it.”

“Because I like her.”

“You like her.”

“Yeah.”

“You son of a—. You made her cry!”

“I went after her!”

“You were too late!”

“Please.”

The line suddenly died. Félix hung up. Adrien was sure this was the only way so he readied himself to call again but he was interrupted by a message.

Félix

Contact: thy dumbass

Félix

if she comes back more broken than when she left i will kill you

Félix didn’t want to let you go, he didn’t want you to be with Adrien. Yet, he had to give you a chance to be happy and maybe, he’d hope, his cousin fucked up. Maybe you could give him a chance but it seems that he waited way too long.

Now that Adrien had your phone number he didn’t know what to do with it. He could call you… and then what? He could send you a text, explaining himself. Yeah, that seemed right. It was the longest text message he has ever written. He reread it nine times before erasing all of it before he could hit send.

Maybe he isn’t worthy of you. After all, he should’ve been the one that found you instead of the other way around. He should’ve gone after you.

It was true that he couldn’t stop thinking about you, he couldn’t keep you a secret so he talked to the person he trusts with his life. Ladybug had been understanding, she even talked about her own love life. She had never been willing to talk about it. The team had reached a milestone in trust. Whenever they had doubts, they’d talk to each other and point out things that the other didn’t realise. However, Ladybug had been most successful, she listened to Chat Noir’s suggestions whereas Chat didn’t follow through. Maybe this one time he will.

“I think you need to tell her to meet somewhere. Have some tea or something. Isn’t that what british people do the most?”

“This is so embarrassing, Ladybug. What do I tell her? ‘Hey, let’s meet and have tea!’ That’s so dull.”

“You say exactly that!”

“What? No way.”

“If I were right there I’d take your phone and text her myself. Now don’t be a chicken, I’m getting tired of you weeping.”

Adrien squeaks when he sends that simple message to an empty chat waiting to be filled.

“Did she answer!?”

“No! I just sent the message! How—Oh, God! She replied!”

“What did she say!?”

“‘Who is this?’ uh.”

“Chat, you idiot! Tell her it’s you!”

“Fuck, I’m scared.”

“Come on!”

“Okay, okay, I said it. She read it — she’s not replying. Wait, wait, she’s typing!” Adrien gripped his phone so tight his knuckles were white. “She said ‘okay’.”

“Go on, then! Tell her when you can meet and where! I’m hanging up now, I’m actually with some friends. Good luck, Chat.”

“Thanks Bugaboo.”

As soon as he hung up he texted you when you were free.

(Y/N): whenever, really, all I’ve been doing is wandering around

Adrien: do you have time now? I’m free until my fencing class

(Y/N): uh, yeah, where do you want to meet? Don’t make it complicated I don’t know this place much

Adrien: where are you now?

(Y/N): at a cafe by the eiffel tower, but I’d like to rest at the hotel first, my feet hurt

Adrien: Le Grand Paris?

(Y/N): yep

Adrien: I’ll pick you up after my fencing class, should give you enough time to rest

(Y/N): ok

Adrien: looking forward to see you again

The texting ends there. Adrien can’t wait to get to fencing class and get over it. You, on the other hand, pay for your tea and race to the hotel. What did that heart mean..? You were dying to get to your hotel room and take a long hot shower, you were basically crawling up the walls of the elevator.

A few hours later you get a message from Adrien that he’s on his way. Honestly, you were ready an hour ago, you had never been so nervous to meet someone. You slowly made your way down to the entrance. You were going to make him wait but the moment you step outside you see a car pulling up.

Adrien: I’m here

He steps outside and spots you immediately. Fuck, you looked beautiful. He walked up to you even though he wanted to run and spin you around in his arms and kiss you all over.

It was awkward seeing one another after everything but when you both caved for a hug. It felt so right. Your hearts pounded. His hair was still slightly wet, probably from the shower he just took. He smelled like citrus too.

Adrien broke the hug and stared deep in your eyes and before he could stop it, he was leaning in for a kiss. Lips barely touching, he hesitates but you close the gap. It was much better than the hug. His lips were soft and plump. It wasn’t your best kiss but the feelings you got from him were amazing. Together, you could teach him to kiss the way you want to him which means he’s gonna have to practice a lot of kisses with you.

“Sorry it took this long.”

“The wait was worth it.”

He smiles at you and you kiss again.

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An Odd Day for a Normal Girl

@soap-lady I’m not quite sure I did this right, and I wrote this in an odd haze of ‘what’s the most ridiculous way Marinette could end up dating her crush, who is also a superhero, to the point where she questions life’ and this mess of like 3k words appeared so...here we go? Thanks for the prompt, haha!

An Odd Day for a Normal Girl

Marinette Dupain-Cheng is a normal girl with a normal life. She goes to school with her best friend who’s a model, she designs for superstars, and she’s head over heels for one half of the Parisian superhero duo that saves the city on a weekly basis. Just like any average girl.

Okay, so maybe that’s not quite normal. Maybe Marinette should explain a bit. Maybe…

So basically, there’s this crazy guy named Hawkmoth. He wants the Miraculous- those are magical pieces of jewelry, no she’s not crazy- of the Ladybug and Black Cat. Those two are in use, being held and wielded by Scarlet Lord and Chat Noir, two heroes who protect civilians from danger and stop the Akuma- Hawkmoth’s monster villain guys- from destroying everything. Understood? Great.

So Marinette may or may not have a crush on Scarlet Lord, but she has good reasons! The reasons: He’s kind, polite, charming. (Not to mention he’s literally saved her life over twenty times by now.) So maybe she’s a bit of a damsel in distress, she can’t help how she turns to mush when he looks at her! And God forbid if he protects her, her brain practically shuts off from the overheating of her face. She’s lucky that she doesn’t know the boy behind the mask, she’d die on the spot from embarrassment!

(It doesn’t help that all of her friends encourage her feelings. Even Félix, her normally calm- albeit rather easily flustered- friend when it comes to matters of the heart, encourages her ‘pursuit’, as he calls it.)

Speaking of the blond, Félix is the cousin of Marinette’s best friend- Adrien Agreste. Local heartthrob and Paris’s sunshine child, Adrien is the poster child of the perfect son. He’s smart, fluent in multiple languages, great at fencing, and has a natural knack for physics. He’s a model, with good looks and a father who is a king of fashion. He’s the stereotypical rich kid- until people look away. Then he’s punning away, sneaking off in little acts of rebellion to hide in Marinette’s house where they play Ultimate Mecha Strike and eat pastries until their fingers are sore and their stomachs are full.

Oh, and what’s more? Adrien is Chat Noir, holder of the Black Cat Miraculous. His ‘kwami’, as he calls it, accidentally outed himself when Marinette brought up cheese pastries for the first time.

Of course, this naturally means he’s become Marinette’s wingman, determined to get his best friend together with his partner in crime- er, uncrime? Partner in defeating crime? Marinette isn’t good at making up names...but she is good at designing.

Which brings up the last thing. Marinette wants to be a designer, that much everyone knows. She’s done work for Jagged Stone, Clara Nightingale, and a few others by now. She’s been praised by Audrey Bourgeois and Gabriel Agreste...and she works under Félix’s mother, Amelie, as an intern.

(She’s still not convinced that Félix didn’t pull a few strings. ‘A keen eye for talent’, sure. Marinette is still grateful and honored, of course.)

So yeah. A normal life, right?

But that’s enough about Marinette. For now, she needs to get to school. If she’s late,

Félix and Adrien will make fun of her for the rest of the day. “She can already hear Félix’s exasperated, “How can you even do this? You live right across the street!” paired with Adrien’s giggles.)

Luckily, Marinette gets to class a few minutes before the bell, giving her time to sit in her spot behind Adrien and pull out her stuff. Félix is already in his spot beside her, reading his book. He looks up at her with a small smile and approving nod before turning back to his reading. Marinette doesn’t try bugging him, she knows just how much the blond likes his quiet time before class starts.

The other blond, however, does not want quiet in the morning, and is quick to turn around in his spot to beam up at her, accidentally knocking Nino a bit with his sudden turn.

“Marinette!” Adrien cheers. “How have you been? How was your night? Anything interesting? Ooh, did you start working on that new design you were telling me about?” He’s practically bouncing in excitement, and Marinette can’t help but giggle as she nods.

“I’ve been good, my night was good, and yes. I’ve started gathering all of the fabrics that I’ll need for my Scarlet Lord design. I think I’m going to make it the dress, rather than the suit.”

Félix’s head jerks up at Marinette’s words. “You’re making a Scarlet Lord themed dress?”

“Yeah?”

Félix’s face turns oddly red as he nods stiffly. “I see. Tell me how it goes?”

“Sure?” Marinette blinks, confused by the sudden awkwardness in Félix’s posture, the stiffness that seemed to appear out of nowhere.

“Thank you,” he says, and then turns back to his book.

Odd.

“Anyways,” Adrien sighs out after a moment, cutting through the silence, “I still think you should make a Chat Noir design.

Marinette snorts. “Okay, Adrien. Maybe I’ll make a skirt one day?”

“Or a hoodie!” Adrien leans further over his chair, eyes bright. “You could give it little cat ears.”

“Absolutely not,” Marinette says teasingly.

“Why not?”

“Simple. I’m not a furry like Chat Noir is.”

Adrien sputters, face pink. “Chat Noir is not a furry.”

“He wears cat ears. And a tail.”

“That doesn’t mean-”

“Adrien,” Félix interrupts, setting his book back down. “He wears a bell.”

Marinette laughs at the wounded expression on Adrien’s face. “See? Félix gets it.”

“W-well, Scarlet Lord is a buggy, so-”

“A what?”” Félix cuts Adrien off again, nose curled in disgust.

“A buggy. You know, the insect version of a furry. Even weirder,” Adrien sniffs with disdain. “And you guys think Chat Noir is weird.”

“Scarlet Lord is not a buggy!” Marinette says with a huff. “He doesn’t wear fake antennas or anything! The guy doesn’t even have wings.”

Adrien smirks. “Marinette, you’re even weirder than Chat Noir or Scarlet Lord.”

“What? Why?”

“Because you have the biggest crush on a buggy.”

Marinette feels like her face is up in flames as she tries to respond. She’s too busy sputtering to see how Félix blushes and looks away.

Luckily for Marinette, the Akuma alarm goes off. (Okay, maybe that isn’t something to feel lucky about, but Marinette lives in an odd world!) With the alarm, Adrien jolts in his seat, quickly dashing out of the room with a rushed excuse of, “Gotta go bathroom bye!”

Marinette snorts, missing how Félix slips out right behind his cousin as she turns to face the class.

“Where’s the Akuma?” She asks Alya, who’s already pulling up the news. The aspiring journalist always seems to know what’s up, and clears her throat after a few seconds.

“Heading this way. Another love Akuma, apparently he got rejected and doesn’t want anyone else to feel the same. Name is Bleeding Heart.” Alya’s eyes widen. “Oh shit! Guys, he’s outside the school.”

Marinette gulps, hearing the sudden loud and heavy footsteps that only an Akuma can have. In a flash, she’s jumping up. “Everyone, we need to move,” she urges, but it’s too late. Suddenly, the door is being slammed open, and the class gasps.

Bleeding Heart smiles, and Marinette shivers at the pure glee on his face that contrasts with the dark blue tear tracks that fall down his face. He turns his head slowly, eyeing everyone in the room before chuckling.

“Matchmaker, matchmaker, make me a match,” he mutters to himself, then nods. “Of course! For you, I’ll find the perfect pairings. After all, nobody should ever feel how I have.” Nodding once more, the man lifts both of his hands, forms finger guns, and ‘fires’. Suddenly, red strings shoot from the tips of his fingers, one latching onto Max, the other hitting Alix. Bleeding Heart snaps his fingers, and the ends remove themselves from their fingers and fly to their other half, tying together in a heart-shaped knot.

Marinette feels her eyes widen as Alix and Max turn to each other with love-stricken smiles.

“Alix,” Max says, stepping closer, the string retracting with every move. “I know there is a ninety nine point nine percent chance that I feel this way due to Bleeding Heart’s attack, but the point zero one percent moves me to confess that I have fallen in love with you.”

Alix blushes, moving closer as well. “I love you too, nerd.” They’re right in front of each other, and then they’re leaning in and-

Marinette looks away as Bleeding Heart fires again, quickly latching Sabrina and Kim together.

“Brains and brawns, a perfect pair!” Bleeding Heart cheers as he snaps his fingers. Then he turns again, and his grin turns into a beam. “Oh, look at you two! You’ve already found your match, how sweet!”

Marinette spares a glance back, and sees how Rose cowers behind Juleka, the goth holding a protective stance in front of the blonde. Both blush, but neither correct the Akuma. Which is smart, because he quickly moves on to find a new target.

His eyes lock onto her, and Marinette tenses.

“Little dear, you’re so lonely! We simply must find you somebody to call your other half! Let’s see, who might it be?”

“I believe you should let her choose for herself,” Scarlet Lord’s voice rings clear through the air, and Marinette feels her heartbeat racing as he steps closer.

“You!” Bleeding Heart cheers. “You must be her other half!” He raises his fingers, and Marinette feels her eyes widen.

“Don’t waste your time, they’re already an item,” Chat Noir says cheekily as he tosses his baton at the Akuma.

“They are?” Bleeding Heart asks, eyes showing distrust and hope all at once.

Marinette freezes, mouth open but no response coming out. Part of her screams to say yes, because they can’t risk her being attached to Scarlet Lord. He’d be slowed down in battle by their string, and if he was forced to love her, that’d be a distraction. And yet another part of her yells no, because it feels selfish to force Scarlet Lord to pretend, to play into a false relationship with her. Because it wouldn’t feel fake, even just for the few minutes, for her. Marinette knows her feelings, knows she’d-

“We are,” Scarlet Lord says calmly. “And I don’t appreciate you threatening my dear.”

Marinette feels her face heat up at the gasps around the room, and shrinks in on herself.

“How precious,” Bleeding Heart cooes. “What a shame that I have to take your Miraculous now.” Then he leaps at Scarlet Lord, hand outstretched. Luckily, Scarlet Lord is as quick as he is smart, and jumps out of reach, swinging his yoyo to knock the window open before pulling Marinette to his side.

“Let’s go, love,” Scarlet Lord says, and then he’s racing to the window and leaping out, pulling them away from danger. The wind races through Marinette’s ears as the classroom becomes farther and farther away, and Bleeding Heart becomes a spec chasing after them, Chat Noir behind him, trying to distract the Akuma.

When they’ve gained enough distance, Scarlet sets her down. It’s only now that Marinette sees how red faced the hero is.

She has no doubt that her face is matching.

“Thank you,” Marinette breathes out. Scarlet, somehow, turns even redder.

“Of course. I couldn’t let you get hurt, my dear,” Scarlet says softly, and then he looks away. “Your...friend was live streaming, wasn’t she?”

Marinette blinks, then gasps. “Alya? Oh, oh no…” Knowing the journalist, Alya had likely started recording the moment Bleeding Heart entered the room...meaning the whole city would soon know of Marinette and Scarlet Lord’s ‘relationship’. “She probably was.”

Scarlet nods. “I see.”

“I’m sure that we can explain what happened later!” Marinette says quickly, although her heart squeezes. She tries to push away the odd hopefulness in her heart as she continues. “They’d understand! I mean, we haven’t been seen together in public often-”

“I’ve saved you at least twenty times by now, my dear,” Scarlet Lord corrects. “And you’ve helped me in battles with my Lucky Charm-” a flash of light, and a tube of spotted lipstick falls from the sky, “multiple times. Oh, shit.” Scarlet Lord glares at the object in his hand as if it offended him, then sighs. “I have a feeling that if we try to explain it away, the people of Paris will only believe I am trying to protect you from harm.”

Marinette frowns, eyes scanning the city. (It’s to watch for danger, she tells herself, not because she’s too scared to look into Scarlet Lord’s eyes and see annoyance or, worse, indifference.) “I suppose you’re right. So...what should we do?”

“Well, we can always pretend to be dating,” Scarlet Lord suggests. “And after a few weeks, if you’d like, we can break it off. Say that it was too dangerous, that it’s too risky to try.”

“Right. You’re right, it’d be stupid to continue,” Marinette agrees, and a little bit of her heart cracks.

“I’m sorry,” Scarlet whispers, so soft that Marinette almost misses it. “I know this must be...upsetting.”

Marinette forces herself to laugh, blinking away tears that spring forth as she thinks of the irony in her life, that she’d be stuck fake dating her crush, and accidentally rejected without ever confessing. “Why would it be upsetting?” Marinete asks, facing him with a forced grin. “I mean, who else gets to claim they’re dating the Scarlet Lord?” She looks away, the grin falling. “Let’s...let’s go defeat the Akuma. Maybe he’ll...maybe he’ll be distracted if he sees us acting like a couple?”

“Of course,” Scarlet Lord agrees, and then, as if in a story, his yoyo begins to ring. He answers it, Chat’s face filling the screen.

“Hey, are you two done talking or whatever?” Chat asks, leaping behind a building before glancing away. “Because Bleeding Heart is getting real pissed that I won’t stand still long enough for him to pair me up with anyone, and I don’t exactly have someone to claim as my secret girlfriend right now!” The words pierce Marinette’s heart, and she shifts uncomfortably as Scarlet Lord sighs.

“We’re on our way. Where are you, Chat Noir?”

“I’m on the- oh shoot!” Chat jumps out of the way as a red string flies past him. “Gotta go, check my location, bye!”

The call ends.

“Let’s get to the fight,” Scarlet says lightly, and then he pulls her to his side once more before swinging off…

Bleeding Heart is easy to deal with. Sure, Scarlet ends up having to run off and detransform right after they get there (thanks again, Lucky Charm), but when he comes back he’s fierce and fast, taking the Akuma down with ease. The moment Miraculous Ladybug is cast, Marinette finds herself backing away from the fight. Of course, life isn’t quite so easy.

“Miss!” A reporter cries out, darting over to her. “How does it feel to be dating one of the heroes of Paris?”

A second man shoves a microphone in her face, adding on, “How long have you been dating? How did he ask you out? Is it hard to date when one half hides behind a mask?”

“Do you know his identity?” A third person questions, more following suit, and Marinette feels herself freezing once more.

But then Scarlet lays a hand on her shoulder protectively, and Marinette leans into his hold. “I’d appreciate it if you didn’t interrogate my dear,” he says, voice icier than she’s ever heard, and the reporters freeze. “Our love life is private, and the details are for the two of us to know.” He glares at the reporters, then turns to Marinette. “Would you like me to drop you off at home, love?”

Marinette blushes scarlet, shaking her head slowly. “I, I should head back to class.”

“Of course. Allow me to be of service.” With a soft smile, he lifts her up gently before heading off.

Marinette tries to ignore how her heart sings while her stomach drops. It’s all too much.

He reaches the school too fast and yet all too slow, and sets her down as gently as possible, making sure that she regains her footing on the ground before letting go of her completely. Marinette backs up, trying to head back to class, to pretend that this day hasn’t been mortifying and painful, that she won’t cry from embarrassment and heartbreak later on.

“Thanks,” Marinette says, then rushes inside. She misses the look of longing on her hero’s face.

It’s worse at school, with her classmates over the moon by the sudden news.

“I thought you just had a crush on him!” Alya exclaims. “I had no clue you were dating!”

“We wanted privacy,” Marinette forces the words out, trying not to find joy. She’s disgusting, leeching happiness out of this mess, isn’t she?

Adrien smiles apologetically, and Marinette sighs. She can’t blame him, he was just trying to help. She smiles back as best as she can, and he seems to slump in relief. Then class resumes, and Marinette uses the last of her willpower to focus on the lesson and ignore the looks she’s getting from her classmates.

She misses the way Félix watches her, eyes soft and searching for the right answer. She just keeps her eyes on the board...

-----

Marinette sighs as she curls up deeper into her blankets, eating cookies as she tries to ignore the day’s events. But how can she? How can she, when her crush is being thrown into her face in the worst sense of irony to possibly exist? The world must hate her, if it’s playing with her head so cruelly.

A knock sounds through her balcony door. Huffing, Marinette rolls over in her bed. “Go away, Chat! I don’t want to talk right now.” She may have forgiven him for causing this mess, but she can’t just-

Another knock, this one louder. Eyes narrowing, Marinette shoves the blanket off and stands up. Pushing on the trapdoor, Marinette says, “Chat, I’m serious! I really don’t want to talk about this whole mess! Can’t you just-” Scarlet Lord’s eyes meet hers, and Marinette stumbles, barely catching herself. “Leave?”

Scarlet Lord smiles, albeit rather awkwardly, and holds out a hand to her. She takes it numbly, face heating up. “I figured that you’d like to talk about all of this. Unless you’d prefer that I leave you alone for now?”

Marinette lets go of his hand and leans against the railing, inwardly cursing her increasingly red face. “No! No. We can talk right now.”

“Are you sure?” he asks, eyes searching for any signs of doubt. “You seemed rather against the idea, although you did seem to assume I was Chat Noir...why is that?”

“Oh!” Marinette looks away, missing how his eyes follow hers. “Chat comes around a lot.”

“Does he?” His voice isn’t quite so soft now, almost… jealous? No, there’s no way. He’s probably just upset that Chat is wasting his time with supposedly random civilians...even if Marinette is their most common ally.

“Yeah. He, uh, he called me the little sister he never had,” Marinette says with a small laugh. “It’s odd, calling a superhero a sibling, but I guess I’ll be claiming I’m dating you, so it’s not that odd now?” Marinette sighs, wistful. “I never thought I’d end up fake dating someone.”

“Neither did I,” Scarlet admits. “But I’d like to talk about that.”

Marinette nods. “Right, of course.” She shifts, glances to him, then glances away once more. “I thought we figured it out back on the roof though? A,” she swallows, “a few weeks, then we’ll call it off publicly. Right?”

“Right,” his voice seems strained, probably from the tangible awkwardness Marinette is radiating. “I’d like to apologize. For all of this. I don’t know what Chat Noir was thinking when he suggested that.”

“He was trying to keep you safe,” Marinette says, pretending that she doesn’t know Chat’s real motive- being her wingman. “If you didn’t agree, Bleeding Heart would have tried to connect us together. You would’ve been stuck to me, and I would only slow you down.”

“I’m sure we’d find a way to beat him. Two heads are better than one, aren’t they?” Scarlet chuckles, then sighs. “No matter the reason, I am sorry that all of this has happened.”

“I get it,” Marinette blurts out, ignoring how his words stab through her heart. “Don’t wanna be stuck with the clumsy girl who always ends up stuck in battles, yeah? It makes sense, I understand completely. I should be the one apologizing.”

“Marinette,” Scarlet says, hand reaching out and grabbing her shoulder, turning her gently until she’s facing him. “I’m only apologizing because you’re in danger now. I would hate to be the reason you get hurt. You’re important to me, do you know that?”

Marinette blinks. “I am?”

He smiles. “It’s hard to see a pretty, talented girl and not fall for her.”

Alright, it’s official. Marinette has to be dreaming, or she’s stuck in some kind of story. There’s no way- what kind of- wha-

“Me?!” Marinette gets out, voice high and face burning.

Scarlet Lord nods, hand slipping down from her shoulder to take her hand instead. “My dear, I’m not blind, nor am I a fool. I know that Chat Noir has been trying to set us up...and I wouldn’t be against it.” He squeezes her hand, and Marinette’s heart jumps. “You’re a wonderful girl, Marinette. But…”

“But it’s dangerous. Because I’m a civilian, and you’re a superhero,” Marinette says, and Scarlet Lord nods. “So that’s it.”

“It doesn’t have to be.”

“Huh?”

Scarlet smirks, and oh mon Dieu Marinette is a goner. “Picture this. The next few weeks, we try to work things out in public. We make a big show of it, we’re not comfortable with all eyes on us. We break it off, deciding that it’s best to end things before the public becomes worse.” He chuckles. “And as the public tries to focus on the sudden breakup, they’ll become distracted when they see me flirting with a new teammate that I’m bringing in soon, and I’ll earn her love and we’ll make it very public. Since she has a Miraculous and a secret identity, everything will be alright.”

“I see…” Marinette swallows, unsure where the conversation is going. “And who...who’s the new hero?”

“Well, my dear,” Scarlet Lord says, and then he’s holding out a foxtail necklace, “if you’d truly like to try giving this bug a chance, then the new hero is you.”

-----

Marinette is a normal girl with a normal life. She goes to school with her best friend, who is a model and a superhero, she designs for celebrities, and she’s dating one half of the original superhero duo. Oh, and she’s now a superhero herself, but that’s just an average day in the life of Marinette “Kitsune” Dupain-Cheng’s life.

#ml fic #felinette #idek man i just vibed

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peachcitt · 4 years

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Feloe + Tutor AU, if you don't mind? :)

thanks for the request!!<3

pride and participles by peachcitt / read on ao3

Chloe glared hard at the textbook in front of her, dropping her pencil on the desk in a steady rhythm. She looked up at Félix, who was sitting in front of her and was reading one of those probably super boring old-timey books - the kind with sentences that lasted for paragraphs and where nothing in particular happens at all.

Félix licked his finger, and then turned the page. Chloe dropped her pencil in the same steady rhythm.

It was so quiet. She felt like tearing her hair out and screaming just to get rid of the silence. Really, it was utterly ridiculous to be able to hear someone else’s breathing! To hear her own breathing! Unheard of.

“So,” she said, drawing out the vowel sound. Félix didn’t look up. “What do you think Adrien is doing?”

“Did you finish those practice questions?” he asked instead of answering, and Chloe slumped over on the table, dropping her forehead onto the page of her textbook.

This was torture. Absolute torture.

Her plan had been fool-proof - complain to Adrien about how hard of a time she was having in English, and then he would swoop in and offer to tutor her because he was so nice and gullible, and they would bond and laugh and ignore work, and then they would kiss. It was a perfect plan.

What she hadn’t anticipated was Adrien’s face pinching up in that way it did when he was going to deliver bad news and say that he would actually be recording for that new animated superhero show for the next few weeks, so there was no way he would have any free time, sorry Chloe maybe next time. She also hadn’t anticipated Adrien bounding up to her the next day and asking if she remembered Félix - you know, his cousin that used to play with them when they were kids and was so cool and fun? - because he was in town and he was just so good at English because he lived in London and said that he would love to tutor her.

Right. Félix. The cool and fun cousin.

More like the gloomy pain in the ass cousin. Chloe had never liked him, and he’d always made it clear that he couldn’t stand her.

“The practice questions,” Félix reminded, and Chloe flicked her pencil at him.

“Jerk,” she said.

“Twerp,” he replied, and when she looked up, he still had his eyes glued to his stupid book. He licked his finger and turned to the next page.

---

“You’re not even helping me!” Chloe exclaimed, throwing her hands up in the air and shoving the textbook away from her. Félix did not look up from his book - a different one from the last time, despite the fact that it had only been a day.

“I would help if you actually made an effort on the translation,” Félix replied coolly, and Chloe rolled her eyes. She made an effort. About two seconds of it, but effort all the same. Félix flicked his eyes up from his book to actually look at her, his cold gray eyes sending a chill down her spine. “If you try, I can actually do something about your mistakes.”

“I’m trying,” Chloe said, despite the fact that she wasn’t. He raised his eyebrows at her. She sighed, twirling a lock of hair around her finger. “Whatever. What’s so interesting about those books you read anyway?”

“Stop trying to change the subject,” Félix said, placing his bookmark in his book and setting it down so that he could push her textbook back towards her and pick her pencil up where it had fallen on the floor.

“I’m not, technically,” Chloe said, sticking her nose up and pointing a finger to the cover of his book. “I mean, you read those books in English, right? Not French? So what’s so good about it?”

Félix looked at her finger and then down at his book. “Nothing,” he said, and his cheeks turned red.

Chloe blinked in surprise. “Are you blushing right now?”

“Of course not!” Félix snapped, but his face only reddened further.

“Oh, my God, you totally are!” she said, and she laughed hard in his face just because she knew it would piss him off.

“Whatever,” Félix said, grabbing her textbook and pulling it toward him. “I’m going to check your translations so far.”

“Wait, nonono don’t-”

“Too late,” he replied, already scowling down at her mediocre translations. Chloe bit the inside of her cheek, looking down at Félix’s book. She squinted at the title and set it to memory, just to make fun of him for it later.

---

Pride and Prejudice.

That’s what Félix’s book was called. It was by some lady named Jane Austen who died, like, a hundred years ago, and it was a romance novel.

A romance novel.

Chloe stared at her phone screen.

Félix read romance novels.

---

Chloe picked at the stem of her mechanical pencil, staring at Félix as he read his romance novel. It wasn’t Pride and Prejudice anymore, but it was written by that same lady - Jane Austen. Chloe recognized the name.

Félix’s face didn’t betray any emotion at all as he read; he was perfectly smooth and expressionless, except for maybe a little furrow in his eyebrows for concentration. You never would’ve been able to guess that he was reading about, like, falling in love and proposing and all that. It struck Chloe then, for some strange reason, that Félix was kinda hot.

He looked a lot like Adrien, of course, but like Adrien in sharper focus. His jawline was a little more angular, his nose a little straighter, his skin a little paler, his hair a little longer. Adrien was cute. Félix was hot.

“What are you staring at?” Félix asked, eyes not leaving his book, and Chloe startled, eyes snapping back down to her textbook.

“A lame jerk,” Chloe replied smoothly. “Thanks for asking. Oh, and by the way, what the hell is a participle?”

“You’ve asked me that at least twelve times this week.”

“And it makes less sense each time. Try harder.”

Félix sighed, marking his place with a bookmark and leaning forward, explaining again what a participle was as he pointed to lines in her textbook with his long pointer finger. Chloe looked up at his face, at the dusting of pale freckles across the bridge of his nose and the fan of his platinum eyelashes against his cheeks.

“You aren’t listening,” he said. He was looking straight at her.

“No, I’m not,” she said, holding his gaze. She grinned. “I’m too busy thinking about Pride and Prejudice.”

He sat back in his seat, pale cheeks burning red. “Shut up.”

“I just think it’s so romantic,” Chloe gushed mockingly, and his cheeks burned brighter. She was having the time of her life.

“Fine. Figure out what a participle is by yourself.”

“Wait, no, I actually really need you to explain that to me again,” she said, dropping the act, and he looked her over, like he was trying to see if she was hiding a joke under her hair, or something. And then he sighed, opening his mouth to start his participle spiel again.

“It was pretty good, I guess,” Chloe said before he could start, and he closed his mouth, raising an eyebrow. “Pride and Prejudice. I read it. In French, of course.”

“You read it?” Something changed in his face, a little something.

“Yeah,” she said with a shrug and feeling her cheeks start to heat up. “I mean, I had to figure out what you found so riveting when I, the hottest girl in the country, was sitting in front of you.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes, but he was still blushing, a little bit. And it looked like there was a smile hiding behind his lips. “It’s better in English.” He stopped, squinting at her. “You’re trying to get off topic so I won’t look at your translation.”

“That’s utterly ridiculous,” Chloe said, hiding her translation with her arm.

“Chloe,” he said, and it sounded like he started saying her name with a reprimand but midway through all of that cold exterior crumbled into a laugh. They both stared at each other in mutual surprise. Félix cleared his throat. “Hand it over,” he said, holding out his hand.

“Can’t we just talk about Pride and Prejudice?” she asked, her voice a little unsteady. Her heart was beating weirdly fast.

“No,” he replied, managing to grab her translation and staring down at it. “And think about what a participle is because you’re going to explain it to me after I finish looking this over.”

Chloe groaned, plopping her head in her hands and decidedly not thinking about participles. She thought about the way Félix looked when he blushed, instead. Cute.

When she looked over at him, Félix was staring somewhere to the left of her worksheet, and he was smiling. As soon as he caught her looking, he pinched his lips together and glared down at her translation.

She kept her eyes on him, and when he glanced up at her, she smiled at him.

He smiled back.

“Tell me what a participle is,” he said.

“Oh, screw you, jerkwad,” she replied.

They were still smiling at each other.

originally i wanted to keep this under 1000 words and then i realized that i physically couldn’t do that so yeah you could say i got carried away. i just think it’s fun to make fun of felix!!! so what!!! sue me!!!!

anyway goldensmilingbird i hope you enjoyed this fic!! and anyone who else read this. hold on i just realized what a typed. man i really need to go to bed huh.

anyway thanks for reading ily goodnight

#miraculous ladybug #miraculous ladybug fic #mlb #mlb fic #feloe #feloe fic #fic request #man i really hope there's not any terrible typos in this i barely proofread and as you can see. i may not be functioning at max capacity #i also think it's funny how i was like hm. i should at least write a little bit at like 3am thinking i was just gonna knock one of these #requests off real quick because i would keep it under 1000 words and i mean i only went over by like 500 words #but i also thought way too much about them. i may or may not ship them now. it's irrelevant #i was going to say something else but i forgotOH YEAH it's that i don't know what a participle is #im not even sure if theyre a thing in english. im pretty sure they are? i mean? they have to be right?#anyway the point is i took latin for a way too long amount of time and one of the things we learned about but never fuckin understood was #participles. we would ask my teacher what they were like every day and he was always so tired #that and fucking gerundives and gerunds. WHAT'S THE FUCKING DIFFERENCE???#i would've gone with gerundives for this fic but i think those are the ones that don't exist in english #or is that gerunds. whatever. they're basically the same #do i know the difference? no. do i know that theyre basically the same? yes. that's why i never understood them #man im sorry you probably didn't come here for a really shitty grammar lesson i just thought about this way too hard #in other news lets talk about how felix is a huge lame nerd that reads old timey romance novels #no don't look at the fact that im an english major and actively enjoy reading victorian novels for class don't look at that #also don't look at the fact that im an english major and don't know what the fuck a participle is #it's about LITERATURE. i say that emma from jane austen's emma is a lesbian in class and that's IT #im functionally illiterate. anyway #im sorry for this and the way that i am. you don't have to read my tags ever there's like. zero relevant info in them #oh fuc it's 5am i really need to go to bed

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There was a prompt knock at the door of Félix's guest room in the manor. Kali disappeared almost instantly to hide from the person about to enter the room. "Come in!" He called for the person at his door. Nathalie entered the room and looked around, seemingly searching for… something.

She's looking for me. Kali whispered into his ear.

"Your uncle desires to see you in his study soon." She deadpanned. Félix liked Nathalie, she was a decent person - although he still believed she was an idiot for putting up with Public Enemy Number 1, Gabriel Agreste.

As much as he despised his presence, there was something about the whole, "I tricked you into shaking my hand so I could steal these really cool rings that ended up being magical jewellery!" thing that was supposed to be just a fun little way to mess with him - it wasn't supposed to cause any more harm to their already unstable relationship.

That is, until now.

"Greetings, Félix." Said the designer, putting his arms behind his back. Because, being related is no exception to being professional at all times.

"Hello Uncle, you wanted to see me?"

"There's something I've been meaning to discuss with you for quite some time now. I assume you must already know what that is, correct?"

Ohshitohshitohshit! Quick, play dumb!

"I'm afraid not Uncle, I would be delighted if you were to enlighten me." He lied, internally screaming.

"Hmm. Well then, I'm sure you recall your visit a while back. Your mother has so kindly asked me to hand over the rings that seemed to belong to her family. Does that ring a bell?" He smirked.

That absolute bastard. Nobody talked about Félix's Mother in a passive aggressive manner!

Except for you, Kali reminded him.

"Yes Uncle, I do seem to remember that." He commented, rolling his eyes.

"A couple hours after you left, I couldn't find the ring anywhere in the mansion. I'm not accusing you of thievery, really - I just want to clear matters up."

"But Uncle, I seem to recall you having a ring on when Mother and I came to stay because of her production." He had, of course, stolen that ring too. He was petty like that, and they were his after all.

"True indeed. Coincidentally I lost that one too afterwards, which brings me to this point - may I check your hand to make sure of something?"

Ha, jokes on him, they weren't on his hand, he was smarter than that, they were hidden in a custom made pocket in his jacket, and that would be incredibly invasive for him to pull Felix's jacket off and search it without consent wouldn't it?

As expected, Gabriel didn't find anything. Then again, he's the same person who's been keeping tabs on two literal minors and still didn't succeed at stealing jewellery from them. Whatever Félix did was probably karma for all that. Either way, the topic at hand was another set of rings. And had he thrown a temper tantrum, it would've made him look especially bad in front of his mother. Oh, and his own kid too but, whatever, right?

"This is a one time offer, Félix. Hand over the rings, or I may take them myself. I have my very own ways to do so." He scoffed. "My patience has a limit."

And suddenly, Félix felt fear.

Fear that didn't come from him, it that came from…

Kali?

no, No, No… No, NO, NO!! Not AGAIN. I DON'T WANNA LEAVE! HE CAN'T MAKE ME LEAVE!

Kali, calm down!

Her emotions were like a flood, there was fear, then sadness, then anger and fear again. She had to calm herself down before they had a panic attack. How to get out of this situation…? He couldn't think straight, his breathing was sharp and shallow, mimicking his Kwami's.

Oh God.. this wasn't gonna end well was it?

This was it…

"Gabriel? I've been looking all over for you!" His Mother flounced into the room, thank god. He decided then and there that he would never make another sarcastic comment about her again.

"What is it this time?" He asked, slightly irritated.

"Gabriel, you know you always have a 2 o'clock meeting! Nathalie wanted to remind you, but the poor woman's having another dizzy spell and so I insisted I would come and get you instead!" She beamed passive aggressively, an art of which Amelie Graham de Vanily was well versed in.

It was moments like this that made Gabriel want to punch his in-laws - and it was moments like this that reminded Félix how much he absolutely loved his mother. She was always there, just on time.

Thank goodness for that.

His Uncle looked down. Then he glared at his nephew, and he sighed. "Thanks for the reminder, I'll be going soon." Is what he said, but what he really meant was, "This isn't over yet!" And Félix knew.

He stumbled out of the study, breathing wildly, attempting to block out his Kwamis pained screams. He slammed the door to the guest room closed and slumped into a chair.

Kali it's okay!

NO IT'S NOT! HE WANTS TO HURT US!

MAKE HIM STOP! MAKE HIM STOP!

Kali we're perfectly safe right now. He tried to reason.

We aren't safe as long as we're in this house! We need to leave! He wants to separate us!

That can't happen! It can't! It can't!

The thought of forcefully having his Kwami taken from him made Félix want to scream! But he had to remain calm.

Kali, that won't happen, I understand your fear, but you need to take a breath. He went first, showing the breathing exercise he had learnt over time, 5 in, hold for 7, out 8. As her breathing evened out, the Kwami began to lose her invisibility, her form flickered as she slowly calmed herself down.

Do you promise?

Huh?

Promise me that nobody will make me leave you, please?

Her voice and demeanor were unlike the Kali that had developed, it reminded him of when she had first come out of those rings.

Scared and afraid. And now he knew why.

I promise Kali, nobody will ever keep us apart.

And he truly meant that. Nobody, not even a superhero, could keep them apart for long.

Just a bit after that confrontation, someone came back from his most recent photoshoot. He found his cousin laying on his bed, likely lost in his thoughts.

He knew Félix was going through a hard time, and he also knew that they've been very close for most of their lives. Adrien would've done anything to help his cousin - and this instance was no exception.

"Hey! How come you're in my room?" He chuckled.

"Ah, erm, it appears I took a wrong turn, sorry about that…"

"How come? You never get lost usually…"

"Well, let's just say that your Father doesn't exactly do good things for my anxiety." He sighed.

"...Oh." And there it comes, stupid Adrien, wrapped around his father's finger, always choosing his parent over him! "Listen… I'm sorry."

What?

"I'm sorry! I think I owe you an apology," he frowned. "for, you know, constantly excusing my father. I'm sorry he's putting you through some stressful stuff, and I'm… not doing anything about it." He turned to look at him. "I hope you can understand that, really. I wish I could do something about it other than offer a shoulder to cry on, but I'm scared of disrespecting his wishes. I apologize." The boy muttered.

"...I guess I was wrong. You didn't do it to hurt me. I thought that was why-" Félix was dumbfounded. Adrien? Admitting his Father was a jerk?? Was this some kind of fever dream???

"...That was why I didn't go to your Dad's funeral?" He guessed. Félix quietly nodded. "No, I'd never want to do that, not after you were there for me when I lost Mom. I'm so sorry, Félix, I should have been there." Tears shone in the latter's green eyes.

"You shouldn't have to apologize, I'm sorry for the way I treated you! You were manipulated, I was just a jerk." He protested, how could he have thought such awful things about such a caring person?

Because you were grieving Lex, you still are.

Don't call me Lex - it was a weak response.

"We were both in pain. And look at you now, you're a good person, I know you are, I can feel it! So maybe since we both apologized for being jerks we just, I dunno, eat ice cream instead?" He smiled awkwardly, for a model he always was such a dork.

Félix raised an eyebrow, "Aren't you lactose intolerant?" he let out a smug grin.

"Oh hush! I can handle a tub of ice cream!" He was going to get so sick tomorrow... Eh, what the hell!

Hey, are you sure you don’t wanna tell him that you know he's Chat Noir?

Kali! You're ruining the moment!

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This fic was made in collaboration with @yawngearyoie at around midnight while we both craved hurt/comfort

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The first (offical) part of our AU should be coming either today or at some point next week. We're gonna create a masterpost so y'all can read the fics in the order they actually happen in and not our crazy upload schedule (whenever we feel like it).

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Miraculous Ladybug Fanfic (Companion Story to Worlds Not Our Own, Friendship Fic)

Chapters

In The Shadows | Chp 1 | Chp 2 | Chp 3 | Chp 4 | Chp 5 | Chp 6 | Chp 7 | Chp 8 | Chp 9 | Epilogue | Timeline

Chapter Three: Yesterday (AO3 Link)

Chapter Snapshot

"You think Gabriel's gonna be there?"

That was the question of the year. It was rare that he showed up for these sorts of things, but the media was going on like they expected he would, so Nathalie must have given them some kind of indication he would appear. It seemed odd, though, for him to start coming out of the house after everything that happened in the Fall. She had no idea how she would react if she did see him. To him, Marinette was just a girl he had written a letter of recommendation for, his son's school friend. To her, he was the man she'd spent a good year trying to defeat, and now that it was all over, she had no idea what to do with him.

"I have nooooo idea," she said, lifting what felt like 30 pounds of purple fabric in her arms like she was carrying a bride over a new threshold.

"What about Adrien?"

"Take that last statement and amplify it by ten."

There was a knock at the stage door. Juleka shimmied into her pants and jumped a few times to get them around her hips, buttoning them quickly. "Come in," she said.

Kagami peeked her head in the door, short hair falling slightly across her cheek as she looked inside. "Damn, I just missed it," she said, disappointment coloring her voice.

"Sorry, Rose usually likes me to greet people with my pants on. Kind of a rule."

Adrien was eating cereal in front of the TV when Kam came from his room, shoving his arms into a jean jacket. He pushed his locks of hair out of his face and then put his hands on his hips, looking at Adrien.

"Alright, it's not like living in Oscar the Grouch's trash can hasn't been fun, but it's time to get some furniture so we can put some of this shit away. Want to come with?"

Adrien scooped the last of his cereal in his mouth while he stood, nodding. "Yeah," he said, mouth still full, "Give me a sec." He didn't have work today, and he already felt a little lost on what to do with himself, so leaving the apartment seemed like a good idea. He hadn't wanted to take any of his bedroom furniture with him, and Kam had just moved overseas from the states, so he said he sold most of his stuff to make it easier. That did, however, leave both of them with the incomparable task of having to buy it all now.

Adrien stuck the chipped bowl in the sink, rinsing it enough not to feel like an animal, and then navigated the hellscape of boxes and unpacked books, CDs, and other items that could only be described as "crap that piled up the longer you lived, even though you really couldn't say why you needed it". His room was about a fifth the size of his childhood bedroom, everything he'd bothered to take with him in glorious disarray. He grabbed Kim's old red hoodie from the pile of clean clothes he had left in his closet and tossed it on.

Among the things that hadn't come with him was a vast quantity of his brand clothes. A lot of it had been designed by Gabriel, and he didn't want to think about him right now. Félix sounded like he'd made fun of him, calling whatever this was his "urban fantasy", but he was trying to think of it more as reinventing himself. He couldn't do that in his father's clothes.

He hadn't even wanted to touch the money in his trust fund, but he needed some furniture and a way to pay for groceries and rent until he got his first full paycheck. Adrien stopped for a second longer, staring at a thick envelope on top of a stack of boxes by his bedroom door. Amélie had brought him his mother's photography collection, just like she'd promised, and gave it to him before the funeral. She had also impressed upon him that if he ever needed anything, whatever it was, to call her, and she'd be there. He wanted to see how well he could get along on his own first.

Adrien laid one hand on the envelope, knowing that beneath it was Marinette's, and then turned to look at Plagg, who was resting on the windowsill.

"Coming?" he asked.

Plagg huffed a long sigh before stretching and flying over. "If you insist," he said, curling up in the hood of his jacket.

Adrien suppressed a smirk at his ever contrarian companion and left his room, finding his shoes by the door. Kam was already ready, sunglasses tucked into his black shirt collar, combat boots on. "Wouldn't have minded shopping a bit more Parisian, but every time I look at one of these stores online I feel like I'd need to be knighted or some shit to shop there," Kam said, locking the door behind them. He had an easy-going air that reminded Adrien a lot of Alix, who always seemed to know what she wanted and didn't sweat the small stuff. He liked that.

"So," Kamdyn said, clapping Adrien on the back. "We're going to the holy place."

"What's that?"

"IKEA."

He'd never heard of it, but he let Kamdyn direct him down to the bus stop all the same. Nino had walked him through buying a ticket a few times, so he could at least pretend like he had done this plenty of times before. The woman driving offered him a smile and a greeting, rounded cheeks dimpling when he smiled and said hi back. They found free seats and passed the time on their phones, just like everyone else. Adrien realized belatedly he'd have to get his own phone plan sooner rather than later. There was so much to do, and taking care of it was overwhelming, and a voice in his head said there was no way he could do this on his own and that leaving home had been childish. It sounded a lot like his father.

Adrien rubbed his forehead with his fingers, leaning over to stare harder at his phone as a distraction. The seat suddenly felt really hard beneath him. Adrien opened a different app, scrolling through the feed--a picture of Alix in her shop, one of Nino in hazy lighting with his turntables lighting up his face from below, Mylene and her current classroom of kids, Zoe smiling on her university's stage behind the curtains...

Adrien moodily clicked off the app to his home screen and stared at Kamdyn's shoe instead. His boots were scuffed on the toes, and the laces were tied haphazardly around the tops. He wondered how old Kamdyn was--definitely not over 25, but he clearly wasn't a teenager anymore. Not like him. Who decided that becoming 18 turned you into an adult, anyway? Even though Adrien had lived his life surrounded by adults--and thought for a good portion of his life he acted a lot older than his classmates--he now felt like a toddler in comparison. He wouldn't have the courage to move solo to a different continent as he was right now.

"Stop should be coming up soon," Kamdyn said, not looking up from his phone, biting his thumbnail without really thinking about it.

Adrien nodded. He'd just have to take it one day at a time, like Nino kept saying whenever he got in these moods. That's all he could do. Live one day at a time, and eventually the rest would get sorted out as he went along. He turned the Cat Miraculous on his finger, around and around. The bus stopped again, letting off an old man with a cane whose tweed suit jacket looked like it was wearing him, not the other way around, and then a new batch of passengers filled on.

He heard her before he saw her.

"Been awhile since I saw you two ladies," the bus driver said, voice warm and deep. "On a lunch date?"

"Yes, ma'am," Marinette giggled. "Dim sum!"

Adrien shrunk, or more accurately, dove down in his seat by a solid two feet. Kamdyn jumped slightly, looking down at him with raised eyebrows. "Bro, why are you Benjamin Buttoning? Are you--" his eyes flicked up to the pretty girl with black hair and blue eyes and then back down at Adrien.

Adrien shrugged, and his face probably looked guilty, but more likely terrified. Apparently, he wasn't as over Marinette as he thought.

"Uhhh-huh. Alright." Kamdyn shook his head and turned it, trying not to let Adrien see he was definitely laughing at him.

Adrien could feel Plagg shoving up against the hood, an obvious indicator he was getting squished and did not like a single second of it, but this was life or death, so the Kwami would have to wait. Marinette never passed by, but he could hear her still, light chipper tones like a blue jay coming from the front of the bus.

Kamdyn kicked his foot and leaned down, one hand resting on the seat in front of him. "Hate to ruin your subterfuge, but we're the next block up."

Adrien gulped. "What are my chances of fitting through the window?"

Kam closed one brown eye and appraised Adrien, then looked to the window, judging the size like a painter might judge distance or a focal point. "Depends on how hard I shove you through," he said finally.

Adrien kind of wanted to make it work, but he was being silly. If he acted normal, everything would be normal, and he wouldn't wind up squeezing himself through windows to avoid her. He stared at the digital display near the front of the bus, "Rue de Rivoli" flashing in red letters. The bus slowed to a crawl, hissing and lurching slightly as it stopped, Adrien's heart and stomach moving with it. Kamdyn pivoted in his seat, raising his eyebrows again. "You ready?"

Adrien nodded. This would be easy. It was just walking off a bus. Maybe waving if she noticed him, and that wasn't too hard, right? Yeah. Right.

So why did he kind of feel like throwing up?

If Plagg wasn't in his hood, he would have thrown it over his head, but that wasn't an option. Adrien gripped the seat in front of him and hauled himself up, mentally pretending he was Félix. If he was Félix, everyone around him was boring and beneath his notice. He could walk off the bus as easy as he could please, saunter away, and he wouldn't feel a thing. Félix pretended to be him dozens of times, and if Félix could do it, surely he could too.

That was working--definitely working, and it worked all the way until Sabine caught him in the peripheral of her eyesight, her eyes lighting in recognition. She said hello, and he said it back like he was supposed to, even though he didn't really register the interaction. Marinette turned around to see who Sabine was looking at, and Adrien's brain short-circuited; he booked it, heart lurching to his throat and his feet threatening to trip him while he ran down the bus steps. Adrien launched off the last one and could hear Kamdyn's wallet chain jangling behind him while he cursed and ran down the steps too, finally catching up with him several paces down the sidewalk.

The bus had landed them right outside the storefront, and it was several stories tall, the word "IKEA" blazoned in bold yellow and framed in blue. Adrien didn't stop until he was through the big sliding glass doors, and even then it took Kamdyn throwing his hands down on his shoulders from behind to get him to slow down.

"Jesus H, dude," he said, switching his hold until one solid arm was hung loosely around the back of Adrien's neck. "I'm gonna say this as someone who once climbed up a twelve-foot pine tree to avoid seeing an ex, but man, that was rough."

"Yeah," Adrien sighed, "I know." It had not gone the way he wanted it to in his head, and he still didn't exactly know why. He thought he'd gotten over her--he had finally stopped thinking about her every hour of the day, which seemed like a lot of progress. He was beginning to realize how fragile that progress had been.

Kamdyn patted him on the back, leading them to a wire bin full of giant yellow bags. "Unsolicited advice, but I recommend doing what all the guys do." He grabbed one of the bags, and with a loud crack and a flick of his wrist he shook it open, the steel and black rings on his fingers gleaming under the natural light. "Cry in the shower and listen to Boyz II Men, and after that, sit around in your underwear eating chips and frozen pizza. If you ain't gained ten pounds by the time you're done, you did it wrong."

Adrien's lips involuntarily twitched in a smile, remembering just how sick he made himself at Nino's place. At least he was on track with something. "Well, I think I have gained the weight, but I've never heard of Boyz II Men."

Kamdyn let out a tch sound, shaking his head, a few locks shaking into his eyes as he led them up the stairs to the top floor. "Man, you can't lie to me; I helped unpack your damn CD collection. No shame in it--judgment-free zone."

His stomach dropped for a whole new reason. "Those were my mom's," Adrien said, trying to make himself sound lighthearted, gripping the stair rail a little harder. "I, um, still haven't listened to them. Not all of them." He had started to after the first funeral. His dad's reaction that night had put him off the idea for good, and he never returned to them. It was stupid, but when he wanted to feel close to her, he would sit on the floor of his loft and stare at the cover art of all the different discs. That, or he'd go outside to the courtyard to stare at her statue--maybe more accurately, he'd let the statue stare at him.

"I'm sorry," Kam said, deep almond eyes looking like they knew exactly what he was going through, like they'd been settled with grief before, too. Adrien nodded, trying to get some kind of smile back on his face. He'd been through this before, hadn't he? The wounds had started to close, and he used to be able to smile when it came to his mom--now they felt just as fresh as they had the first time.

Adrien stared out into the busy foray of the top floor, watching all of the different people walking around the unique living displays. Each item had a long white tag on it, and the spaces looked professionally put together, cozy or modern or elegant in turns, and each was meant to reflect a different personality. Because there were millions of people on the planet, probably a hundred in this store right now, all with their own problems, issues, and fears. He wasn't alone in that.

"So, how far up the pine tree did you get?" he asked.

Kam smirked, rubbing his hands together while the bright yellow bag shifted at his side. "Man, high enough I almost broke my neck trying to get back down. My buddies gave me shit for weeks. Uh--" Kamdyn stopped before he got to the closest floor display, his eyes wide as he looked down the stairs they'd just walked up.

Adrien turned to look and realized Marinette was at the bottom of the stairs, panting. Her eyes were wild when they met his, and she waved both arms before realizing she was catching a lot more attention than just Adrien's. A bright red blush covered her face in an instant, and she drew in on herself, giggling nervously in the middle of the crowd.

Kamdyn raised an eyebrow at him sympathetically. "Nearest pine tree is about 1 mile that way," he said, thumb pointing vaguely behind him.

Adrien tamped down on the anxiety welling in his stomach, trying to remember he'd faced her about a million times before as Chat Noir knowing she didn't love him. It wasn't anything new. Maybe it was because she looked just as nervous as he did. "Wait for me?" he asked, trying not to sound like his head was under a guillotine. Kam nodded, walking over to pick up some little dog figurine sitting on a bedside table. He waggled it in Adrien's direction with an overexaggerated look of amazement, then turned around and pretended to look really interested in it.

Adrien trudged down the stairs, trying to keep up the remnants of the smile.

"Hey, hi, uh--c-can we talk?" Marinette squeaked.

"Yeah--yeah, sure," he said, rubbing his neck.

They awkwardly walked to an abandoned corner by the front, behind a display of sunny yellow deck chairs and a white table. There was a basket of fake daisies on the table, and it made Adrien think for Rose for just a second as if she was invisibly cheering him on, and then his focus was right back to Marinette.

"I-it's, um, well, first off, it's good to see you," she said, wringing her hands. "I've been kind of cloistered recently with all the--" Marinette split apart her hands to wave them erratically, accidentally slapping herself in the face before stopping, and he couldn't help but feel the familiar well of affection that he long ago stopped pretending didn't exist.

"Yeah, Alix told me."

"Oh. Right." She cleared her throat. "I'm kind of here about, well, the different kind of work." She pointed to her earrings.

Part of him was disappointed, but it at least made sense.

"I've been thinking, kind of like we talked about, earlier. About us not just doing what we used to do, but kind of just…being there, for people."

An older woman with a patterned scarf and a scowl came up to the display, checking the tags on the table and the chairs, and didn't look like she was interested in leaving any time soon. Adrien nodded. "I remember."

Her eyes flicked nervously between him and the woman. "Cool. So, I was thinking maybe we could all kind of take turns. Just. Being there for people. And I wanted to know if you were interested."

Adrien stuck his hands in his hoodie pockets, and he could feel Plagg slightly shift around in the hood. He hadn't transformed in ages, and as much as he thought he would want to give it up, Adrien suddenly ached to get back out there. Especially when he didn't have a lot going on right now. "Yeah," he said, smiling softly. "I think I would like that."

Modesty died a long time ago with Marinette and Juleka. Nowadays, when they were tight for time or just plain lazy, it didn't matter to either of them just how much of Juleka Marinette saw. Juleka had been her model of choice since they were fourteen, and now that they were creeping towards five years of clothing changes, Juleka was more than comfortable throwing clothes on and off the floor without pretense.

Currently, Marinette was trying to undo the pins holding her creation together without stabbing the willowy model in the back, fingers still a bit jittery from a lingering anxiety spike. Ms Janine had demanded to see some progress and to finally judge if her design was cohesive enough with the Lavigne style to show up on the runway, and she'd done it without any notice. Just to see Marinette scramble. She was a taciturn older woman who dressed a lot like her grandma, all leather with her silver hair in a sharp pixie cut, but she had absolutely none of the warmth and about two hundred percent of the intensity.

Ms Janine had swept into the room, still with her sunglasses on, took a few turns around Juleka, then planted a hand on her hip and said, "It'll do." And that was it--she left Marinette to put herself back together again, somehow feeling overjoyed and still unworthy all in one go. It was an incredible opportunity--one that people loved to remind her was above her. Marinette could understand where they were coming from. This was a chance people would kill for, and she knew why it had been given to her.

Ms Janine hated Gabriel Agreste. Not just a little bit of hate, like a whole lotta hate, hang his portrait in her office to throw darts at between meetings kind of hate. Marinette was a fun, new object of one-upmanship, because what better way to embarrass your enemy than by torturing the unwitting designer who'd asked for his letter of recommendation? She had a feeling Ms Janine hadn't actually expected her to come up with anything worth notice, and Marinette couldn't trust that this wasn't some kind of long-con meant to tank her in the end.

Once again, her life revolved around one Gabriel Agreste, and she was damn determined not to let it stay that way. Marinette had already reclaimed the Miraculous, and now she was going to make something so incredible that no one could doubt her skill as a designer. Unfortunately, as a result, Marinette was barely a functioning human and hadn't gotten more than three or four hours of sleep a night. It was like having a newborn, except it wasn't the dress that was crying, it was her.

"I might be sewing you into this thing come runway time," Marinette said.

"Been there before," Juleka countered, entirely unbothered.

"Have I ever mentioned what a champ you are?"

"Once or twice. Oh, uh--I have news," she said. As confident as Juleka was these days, her voice still turned to a mumble whenever she was nervous, so it took Marinette a second to decipher what she'd said. She pretended it was because she had a pin in her mouth.

"What's up?" she asked, then shoved the pin back between her lips as she worked another one free of the purple dress, more of Juleka's pale skin coming into view.

Juleka shifted a bit. "My, uh, Dad's coming."

Marinette's stomach plummeted. "Oh."

"Yeah."

It wasn't that she hated Jagged--obviously not; he was Jagged Stone for God's sake. The only problem was that when Jagged was around, people tended to throw her at him like you would a squeaky toy at a dog; she was one of the only people who could keep him appeased for longer than .2 seconds. She could do that any day--that wasn't exactly how she wanted to spend her first real runway show experience.

"Well, that'll be great!" Marinette said, smiling wide even though Juleka couldn't see her. "I'm sure he's excited to see you up there! And he always talks up my designs, so I'm sure it'll be--it'll be great!"

"Smile any harder and you're gonna break a tooth."

She dropped the pretense. "You caught me. It'll be fine, though--and it's not like I was lying." Marinette undid the last crucial pin and grabbed the front of the dress so she could lower it down slowly. All six feet of angsty model slithered out of it, hopping awkwardly to avoid stepping on anything.

"You think Gabriel's gonna be there?"

"I have nooooo idea," she said, lifting what felt like 30 pounds of purple fabric in her arms like she was carrying a bride over a new threshold.

"What about Adrien?"

"Take that last statement and amplify it by ten."

There was a knock at the stage door. Juleka shimmied into her pants and jumped a few times to get them around her hips, buttoning them quickly. "Come in," she said.

Kagami peeked her head in the door, short hair falling slightly across her cheek as she looked inside. "Damn, I just missed it," she said, disappointment coloring her voice.

"Sorry, Rose usually likes me to greet people with my pants on. Kind of a rule."

"Not that." Kagami closed the door behind her. "I was hoping to see you with the dress on."

Marinette giggled a bit, laying the dress down on the table so she could try to get it back in the garment bag. "I didn't know you were going to be here today, or I would have waited for you."

"It's alright--it was a last-minute decision. I was nearby."

"I know it's not the same, but I do have pictures," Marinette said, double checking one last time that all fabric was out of the way of the zipper before working it up. "Are you out of here, Juleka?"

"Yeah, got a photoshoot. But, uh, about that other thing. I'll do it--I'm sure Rose would too, so just give us a call or whatever and we'll…figure it out."

"Thank you! I'll let you know."

Juleka nodded and bowed out, waving once to Kagami before slipping out the door.

"Business?" Kagami asked, walking towards her with her hands before her back.

Marinette turned and smiled, feeling a little bit more put together. "Kind of! It's something I wanted to ask you, too. I was thinking now that things are, you know, settled, the superhero thing doesn't really have to be an obligation. But I wanted to do more. I want to set up some kind of, I don't know, rotating schedule or a team--just some of us to throw on a Miraculous and see what we can do to help people for the night. Or day. It doesn't have to be at night."

It was still a burgeoning plan. Letting Luka in to share her burdens as Ladybug and Guardian really had made things a lot easier. Hawk Moth had been the threat, but she hadn't made it any easier on herself with how she'd handled it. Marinette was trying to make up the difference now.

Kagami huffed a small, affectionate laugh. "Well, that does sound like you. I would be happy to. I'm unsure when time would permit--but after I return back from Japan, I would like very much to help."

"Perfect!" Marinette grabbed Kagami's hands, holding them in her own. "That makes almost everybody! I haven't had time to talk to Marc and Nathaniel yet, but I will soon. And Adrien said he…uh…Kagami?"

Kagami blinked away the momentary fury that stole over her face. "Yes?"

Oh boy. "Is… everything okay?"

"Perfectly." They stood in silence for a moment, Marinette still holding Kagami's hands in her own before her friend heaved a great sigh. "Very well, I'm not quite alright. But it's inconsequential."

"Do you want to go somewhere to talk about it?" Marinette asked. She wasn't exactly made of time here--Ms Janine would come bursting through the door at some point, asking where she was and why she was loafing about--but she hadn't been able to spend much time at all with Kagami. It had been weeks since they'd last seen each other, and even that had been the time they'd spilled the beans on their identities; it definitely didn't count as "hanging out". So much for taking a break.

"No, It's nothing that can't wait," she said quickly, her small nose wrinkling slightly on her face. And then, she evidently changed her mind. "It's just that Adrien and I have some unfinished business. I couldn't give him a proper talking to, and there's been no time or place to do so since."

"That…sounds kind of serious. What kind of talking to?"

The nose wrinkle deepened, and Kagami went to lean against the side of the table. "He told me he'd marry me if I asked him."

"He what?!" Marinette's mouth hung open.

"Yes, exactly that reaction," she said, vindication lighting up her eyes. "I'm furious, and there hasn't been a single moment where I haven't felt slightly guilty bringing it up. If I'm going to yell at him, I'd like to do it on a clear conscience."

"But why would he do that? I-I mean, don't get me wrong, you're wonderful--I mean, I'd marry you, too, you're stunning and great, I just don't understand…" Marinette dropped off, but her brain kept the babble going. What happened to him being in love with Ladybug? Sheesh! She always knew Chat Noir could be a flirt, but this seemed a little much!

Kagami crossed her arms, a line growing to be the size of the Seine forming between her brows. "He was depressed and needy, and he felt the need to take it out on me, and I certainly didn't appreciate it. I suppose I started it; it was an inconsiderate joke to make, but still! He really should not have taken it so seriously. I won't feel settled until we have it out." Her finger began tapping a mad beat on her arm, dissatisfaction rolling off her in waves.

She was kind of at a loss as to what to say here. It wasn't like there was much she could say, especially because part of her was hoping that if Adrien did decide to come to her show, the main event wouldn't be Kagami knocking him over the head with a chair. Before the river between Kagami's brows could deepen much further or Marinette could stick her foot in her mouth, Kagami's phone chimed in her purse. She dug it out, and the second she saw whatever was on the screen, her face smoothed out entirely, an utterly soft smile replacing the stoked fury of the dragon.

"Good news…?" Marinette asked tentatively.

Kagami blinked, shoving her phone back into her purse. "Ah, yes, of a sort. I'm afraid I should be leaving now. I simply wanted to see how you're doing. You're flourishing," she said, smiling without the super mushy look in her eyes but smiling nonetheless.

Marinette looked down at her fingers, feeling a bit of a flush coming on. She gobbled up praise like a prairie after a draught, but she still felt a little bashful about it. "Thank you."

Kagami nodded once, standing to give her a quick hug. "I do intend to make a formal business associate of you, and soon, so if anyone gives you any trouble, know I'm simply a phone call away."

"Well, before we do anything, we have to make sure I don't fall flat on my face here--I don't want to take you down with me."

"You'll be fine. Better than fine, I'm quite sure of it. You deserve this moment, Marinette. I truly hope you're able to enjoy every second of it."

Marinette let her go, waiting until Kagami left to return to her dress. She really was putting her whole heart and soul into it, and she was happy that she was able to, but her brain was still somewhere halfway across the world with Luka. He had called her at midnight, her time, to let her know they'd made it alright--and he sounded fine. She just couldn't shake the feeling that something was wrong. Marinette touched the garment bag, running a hand along the slick nylon, listening to the slight whisper sound it made under her touch. Letting Luka handle the situation in New York was important--she couldn't keep piling things on her plate out of fear that if she didn't have a hand in everything, it would all fall apart.

That instinct had nearly broken her and Chat Noir, and clearly she and Adrien were still paying the price for it. They could barely see each other without being totally weird about it. He'd practically run from her to get off the bus, and Marinette hadn't even said hello yet. I'm really, really looking forward to the day we can just be friends again, she thought to herself with a frown, picking up the garment bag to hang it on the hook on the wall. She would be happy with being able to hang out and talk with him like a normal person, although…

Marinette unzipped her purse, Tikki's face immediately coming into view. "You don't see my phone in there, do you?" Marinette asked.

Tikki disappeared into the fray, digging beneath her emergency hairbrush, sewing kit, portable iron, Ms Janine's handkerchief and planner… "I've got it!" Tikki squeaked, trying to pull it out beneath the rubble. "Luka hasn't texted yet. I'd have heard."

Marinette smiled, helping worm the phone out without disrupting the rest of the contents. "I doubt he's even awake yet," she said with a laugh. She checked her texts anyway. Nope. Nothing.

But that wasn't why she got her phone out in the first place. Marinette clicked on Adrien's contact, scrolling through the text log for a minute.

Tikki appeared over her shoulder, looking at the screen. "What're you looking at?" she asked.

Marinette tapped her forefinger on the back of her phone. "I just…I guess I just realized we don't…" she sighed. "Adrien and I haven't ever really talked. I mean look at this! A few texts from months ago when he was asking me where Alix's new shop was, and when we were going to all go see it. I sent him this picture of a corgi once, and he replied with an emoji--more chatter about when we're meeting up to see other friends, and that's it!" Marinette slapped her phone down on her thigh. "Have we ever actually been friends?"

Tikki winced, "Well…maybe you could start…talking more?"

It was a reasonable thing to say, but the idea of putting even more work into a friendship when she was drowning in work--both the Leader of A Hopefully Non-Disaster Superhero Team and Super Successful and Impressive Designer kind--was… Well, it sounded like a lot more work. Were friendships always this hard? How did she use to do it? She hadn't even texted Alya in a few days, and Marinette was up to her ears in worry-about-Luka vibes and sewing.

Not only that, she still felt like she hadn't dealt with Gabriel properly. What the hell else was she supposed to do, though? She couldn't lock him up in some closet for the rest of his life, but she didn't want to involve the cops or lawyers, god forbid news agencies, and it wasn't like he was the only one who had misused the Miraculous. Amélie had stolen the Miraculous, too, but she was even less hesitant to do anything about that situation, especially since she'd been the one to give them back. They'd all kind of been through enough.

"I don't think I'm very good at this, Tikki," Marinette said, wedging her phone back into her overstuffed purse.

Tikki flew from her shoulder, hovering in front of her face. "Good at what?"

"Being…I don't know, an adult? I don't know how people do it."

Tikki didn't have a chance to placate her--Marinette's work phone started vibrating like crazy on the table by the wall. She didn't have to look to know it was Ms Janine, and she was probably fuming. Tikki huddled up for a moment in the crook of her neck. "You can do it, Ladybug" she said, then zipped away into her purse.

Marinette kind of felt like she didn't have a choice. She was either going to be forged in the fire, or burned into ashes.

Worlds Not Our Own: Chapter Five, I’ll Be Good

#New Beat mlb #alternate universe #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #juleka couffaine #kagami tsurugi #Nat's Monster in the Box

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anonymouse-thoughts · 5 years

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Pets AU:

...To compile the rambles I subjected Gale to & the ones I restrained myself from spamming so I can torment the void instead of poor sweet Gale

Basically:

Mari’s a dog person

Adrien’s afraid of dogs

Kagami can be either dog or cat person, leaning more towards latter

If Félix is around he claims to dislike pets in general ( “Why would you willingly bring vermin into your home?” )

Mari ends up with a pissy street cat that has decided to adopt her. Mari pretends not to like having the cat around but secretly does

Chloe likes nontraditional pets that everyone things are weird

Dog ends up with one of the Rich Kids ™ because they’re the ones with yards / staff to take it on walks when they’re busy. Like Mari, the rich kids claim to be annoyed at having to deal with the dog and say they only keep it as a favor to Mari but secretly grow to love it

Alternatively, the dog is gotten when Mari finally gets her own apartment (shared dog-raising with pairing of choice)

Pet Preferences

Marinette:

THE dog person. Has wanted a dog since she was small. Has not been allowed to have a dog. Will jump a fence to chase after a dog and say hi to it. During night patrols she’ll swing down from the darkness and ask dog owners if she can pet their dogs. Has freaked a few civilians out. After all, no one expects a red-clad, polka dotted teenager to suddenly materialize in front of them, hanging upside down from a yoyo - especially not when said teenager is only supposed to show up to fight superpowered villains. She likes all dogs but loves big dogs. It’s mathematically preferable! You get more dog per dog if you have a big dog. She doesn’t count chihuahuas as dogs. And hairless dogs creep her out. Pugs are on thin ice - she’ll cuddle the ones that have been bred back into having healthy snouts. But she’d willingly die for a puppy of almost any breed. Dogs are admirable and will put others before themselves, though if you hurt them and push them far enough they’ll finally snap at you and good luck getting on their good side again. A dog that has judged you as Bad™ probably has a very good reason for doing so. In this way, stereotypical dog philosophy is very much like her own. Dogs are fun and always ready to go with the flow - given Mari’s impulsive tendencies (ADHD-ish behavior many times), active lifestyle (okay it’s more bc she’s a hectic mess but still), and love for the outdoors (it’s where she gets her best creative ideas), dogs are a match. Amongst the reasons she gives her parents while begging for a dog, she states that she loves cuddling big fluffs (Papas hugs were always her favorites and made her feel safe so her motto for cuddles is the bigger the better + her cat plushie is almost as big as her), she is definitely strong enough to handle a big dog (she carries bags of flour while helping out and probably those huge jugs of milk/cream AND we all know Sabine taught her how to kill defend herself), she has a strong enough personality to get a dog to listen (bc lbr when Mari gets down to business she is a force to be reckoned with), etc etc etc... Add to it that, although a badass, she’s pretty small and how can they not get her a big lovable dog? Right??? Alas, her mom has put down a very firm no.

Mari instead gets her puppy love by nicely pestering strangers to let her say hi to their floofs. It’s one of the reasons she’s late to class so often, even when she doesn’t sleep in. Prior to being LB she had a slightly better sleep schedule but still got caught up petting dogs in the morning and thus got to class late. Worth it though.

Local dog owners have started a LB tracking facebook to give a heads up because her random appearances have started to become a bit of a proble- wait, what,,,,, hey wait, no!, what the heck, where did you even come from,,,, there are no buildings to hang from over here, and this is private property,!,, wait no!,!!,,, that’s my dog bring it back!!!,

(She doesn’t actually steal any dogs. She’s very respectful and makes sure to ask if it’s okay to say hi before approaching. She’ll let the dogs sniff at her and then decide if they want to be friends or not. But the fb group’s there because she gets so excited and appears so suddenly that it does freak people out. After she realizes she’s scaring people she tries to get better about making herself known beforehand but with all her training to not be seen + the immediate impulse to snuggle cute puppies she sometimes forgets. )

Reporters have started bringing around dogs to try to get LB to stick around. It works... but she doesn’t answer questions because she’s too busy giving tummy rubs and kissies

Alya is constantly trying to walk dogs / dogsit in hopes of luring LB. Mari is more than happy to join in and help because that means free dog time. Alya is very frustrated that her stakeouts with Mari have never even once ended up with a Ladybug encounter. Mari considers humoring her but that would mean finding an excuse to leave the doggies and then change and then come back only to leave the doggies AGAIN so she could detransform and come back as herself. It was just too much time dog-less.

The people of Paris catch on to LB’s love of dogs and post pictures of their dogs with various “Thank you Ladybug!” posters like dog-shaming but altered to make LB happy. They’ll include things like “Avocado has been inspired by Ladybug to join the fight against Hawkmoth. He even managed to defeat a butterfly today! Granted, it was a regular non-magic one but you gotta start somewhere. #ThanksLB” and post them with a picture of the dumb dog in question

Telling Chat Noir “I’m more of a dog person ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ ” and chuckling as he gets defensive and grumbles about how much better cats are

Chat Noir being annoyed and a little jealous á la Augustus2.0 when LB is showering doggies with love and praise. She definitely heard him mutter bitterly that if the golden retriever puppy was soooooo great then maybe she should have it fight akumas with her and how he was the hero that riSkED HiS LifE for her so he deserved the love and praise

Chat Noir is nervous around big dogs and tries to pretend he isn’t to look cool for LB. He fails. His defense is that THE DOG WEIGHS AS MUCH AS HIM AND COULD FIT HIS HEAD IN ITS MOUTH! HE JUST DOESN’T LIKE BIG DEMON DOGS!! She just rolls her eyes; “Newfoundlands were known as nanny dogs because they’re so gentle and loving, Chat. They’re trained as lifeguards. You’re much more likely to be bit by a Chihuahua or Yorkie.”

“I’m sorry Chat, I’m not into you.” “Not yet ;))” “Mm. Well I plan on having at least one mastiff breed, one shepherd, and one water/snow working breed from the time I move out of my parents’ house until I’m dead. So I guess you’re gonna have to be okay with being around a sum total of 500lbs of dog.” “...D: ”

Cats whom’s’t’ve’d? She doesn’t hate them... but she’s maybe closer to the dislike end of neutral with regards to them. She’s never been too fond of them because she thinks they’re snobby and they express love by bringing dead icky things. Dogs will just tackle you into a cuddle. She doesn’t like their sharp destructive little claws or tendencies to go after her fashion materials - someone save the yarn! Also the vicious little things end up hurting local wildlife and she much prefers animals that are altruistic like cute fluffy dogs (because paris has to protect the pigeons after all) ((Mr. Pigeon’s rants maayyy have gotten to her at some point)) Besides, even with a cuddly cat you’re still getting less cuddles per pet than you would’ve with a dog simply because dogs are bigger and theres more of them to cuddle.

Hamsters are cute! ...But kinda boring. And they don’t seem durable enough for her. She’s a little clumsy and chaotic. What if it gets out and gets lost in her clutter and she falls and kills it?! Besides, with her tendency to spiral into the worst possible outcome she’ll worry herself into a panic.

If she has a parrot screeching near her at the crack of dawn Paris is gonna have a new supervillain because she will be Out For Blood. And unlike Fuckmoth she’d actually be competent.

Reptiles are pretty much the same tier as hamsters and small furry herbivorous mammals for her... maybe slightly below because they’re not fluffy. Still cute though.

Ferrets are too chaotic even for her. They are not forces she could control. 0-60 and back again in an instant. Besides, are they even legal in Paris? She loves watching videos of them though!

After enough incidents, her mom has banned her from even mentioning fish in any context outside of dinner. Rip Sashimi, you were around for 13 days but it felt like a bond of 13 years.

Adrien:

Sheltered all his life so never got to interact with dogs. As a result he’s kinda nervous around them. The big ones especially scare him because they’re big and carnivorous and biG.

He wasn’t terribly fond of cats before but didn’t have as much of an issue with them because they’re smaller and tend to keep to themselves anyways. Smaller mouths means less space to clamp down with their pointy knife teeth, unlike dogs who have plenty of clamping space. Upon becoming CN likes cats a lot more.

Still though... if he had to pick a pet, it’d probably be a hamster! He can watch it and pet it and then put it back. He can even get a nanny cam to watch it. After all, what is love if not micromanaging every aspect of the subject’s life while keeping a distance and having only minimal interactions or contact? (someone pls hug this boy - after asking him if it’s okay).

Reptiles are okay. You can also keep them in a glass cage and look and them and maybe poke them now and then. The best kind of relationship. (seriously someone show this child what healthy loving bonds are supposed to be)

Parrots... Well, they have feathers. So unless you want to keep an angry naked toddler with stubby arms and dagger feet screaming through a sharpened megaphone that’s gonna be a No.

Chloe:

Who knows?

Not I, said the cat.

Idk I kinda like the idea of Chloe with a turtle or hermit crab or something.

Or maybe a chameleon!

Something quiet and often overlooked. If you peak into the enclosure you wouldn’t even notice it unless someone pointed it out because it seems to blend in. It’s just... unremarkable.

And it doesn’t try to be.

Andre thinks she should have a fancy expensive french dog or special show-quality cat or an imported horse or something. In fact, he may even buy some of these for her because the princess of Paris should have only the best

But Chloe just likes her grouchy turtle/crab/lizard that will only come out to snatch some celery from her and then go back. In fact, if it’s someone other than Chloe giving the veggie (or whatever you give crabs?) treats then they better just leave it in a corner of the cage because the grouch will either refuse to come closer or there will be biting/pinching if it does.

Kagami:

Animals are stinky and not meant to be kept in your home.

Dogs in particular are too big and messy. They will bring in dirt from the outside bc dogs HAVE to be taken out at least once per day. They’re slobbery and lick/drool on you. Their tails knock things over.

If they’re in your home they should be there as an exhibit (though with appropriate cage-space, nutrition, etc). This limits it to fish and maaayyybbee some small reptiles. But, again, there has to be appropriate cage-space and the like for the animals to be in humane conditions so restrictions apply. They may call her the Ice Queen but she’d never act so coldly as to subject an animal to a life of misery.

The only exception to her view on pets might be a cat. After all, they’re sleek and graceful and pretty independent. While they’ll come around for affection they won’t be as overtly desperate for it as dogs are. They’re also less needy - you can leave automated feeders, filter fountains for water, and self-cleaning litter boxes. Yes, a cat could be an acceptable companion if she were forced to have one.

Luka:

He likes dogs. and cats. snakes are neat. turtles are chill too. parrots..... hmmm, it depends on the bird really. He wouldn’t like a bird that screams through his songs and doesn’t let him practice. But it’d be cool to have a pet companion that also appreciates melodies.

He hates rats/mice though. Little pests mess up boats. And guitars.

*Félix:

Claims to dislike animals. Appreciates them in pictures and acknowledges the importance of biodiversity but doesn’t like the idea of sharing a home with them. Might consider a snake or turtle because they have pleasing aesthetics, are easy to confine to an area, and don’t really smell. Although he likes looking at snakes he probably wouldnt go out of his way to get one. He just thinks they’re neat.

Will be around the “house-vermin” but only because it makes Mari happy. Actually kinda likes Mari’s pets/any fluffs he takes in at her behest and grows to care for them but he’d never admit it.

[* = This is Fanon Félix, snarky and Done With Your Shit but also smart and competent and respectful. idk what the show will do to Fé’s character.]

Specific Pets

Lucky

Dog - Irish Setter (red silky coat + a black spot on tongue)

puppy

How did such a fancy dog end up on the streets?

Just because the human walked in your vicinity does not mean they are trying to be your friend

would be really pretty but covered in soot from time on the streets, making him look like some grimey stray parents wouldn’t want their kids near

Wants to be your friend!!!!

will follow you around even across busy intersections because Fren!!!!!!

will go to anyone that calls him, even if it’s a group of teenage jerks that would bully him

his eagerness to approach people to be friends is confused for aggression sometimes

he would follow Menace but he’s no good at stealing food - he stops to try to get pets and then gets shooed and swatted

Loves everyone and wouldn’t hurt a fly! ... Unless you threaten Menace, kids, or the heroes of Paris (he seems to really like LB and CN and often winds up near akumas because that where his spotty friend and weird tail-human friend are!) ((CN is not happy with the four-legged fan))

Seems to bring good luck to those around him, either through some active intervention (biting the bad guy) or by passively existing (distraction on principle of awwww puppy)

He himself, however, seems to have fairly bad luck - a goofy nature and impulse to love leads to him getting stuck in places he shouldn’t be

Yet, his feline friend is always there to save him by shoving him out of the way of angry taxis to pulling off the chicken wire tangled around him, so maybe he’s got some good luck to himself after all

Hobbies include stalking passerbys and asking for pets but being too musty to be interacted with

Wouldn’t go looking to fight anyone but would step up to help others if someone was being cruel to them... though given his scraggy stature from living on the streets he’d likely get beat up quite a bit during the altercation

Menace

Cat - ????cat? c??ca?? cat??t?tt?ct (black fur; it’s fuzzy but honestly no one can seem to agree on whether it’s short or long. no one seems to think it’s medium though.)

kitten... possibly a couple weeks older than Lucky, or same age

The terror of the alleyways, tormentor of street vendors and pigeons alike

Can’t stop won’t stop

animal control has tried to catch her

food vendors have tried to catch her

cat ladies have tried to catch her

~all have failed~

Fond of only herself, Lucky, and Marinette

Seems to bring bad luck to those around her, leaving havoc and destruction in her wake

She herself, however, seems to have a decent amount of luck - or at least the skill to stay two steps ahead of everyone

Yet, given her self-imposed responsibility for taking care of Lucky and the endless trouble he’s caught up in maybe she has some bad luck after all

Hobbies include stealing food from tourists, stealing food from locals, and stealing food from Mari

Would fight Hawkmoth and win but she’d rather steal sausages

Honorable Mention: One of Gale’s Lovely Fans and a Fellow ‘Non

I love being agreed with yay! Newfies were the other ones I was considering but Irish Red Setter seemed more fitting with the ladybug/luck theme.

#pets au #ml pets au #might as well keep tabs on my bullshit #and tire myself out enough to sleep #a good compromise to keep from nagging gale nonstop lmao #ml au #it me #NOW WE YEET THE BULLSHIT INTO THE PIXELATED ABYSS AND USE THE BULLETPOINTS TO FILL THE VOID SCREECHING WITHIN

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salthaven · 5 years

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Make a Change, Part 11

Part Eleven

The classroom is lonely.

The classroom is full of energy, full of tension and chaos and noise, but to Nino it’s a deafening silence. The friendly atmosphere they once had is shattered, left in the dust. No, it’s not left in the dust, it’s gone altogether, taken partially with Marinette’s leave, and fully with Adrien’s departure.

It’s just...depressing.

Nino and Alya stick together like glue. They have to, when the world seems so chaotic now.

Lila is still here. She tries to reclaim her throne, but it’s been destroyed, dismantled, torn to shreds and tossed in a fire to burn forever. There’s no hope for her.

Nino should have done something. Nino should have helped Adrien, but he didn’t. He didn’t, because he was upset. He was upset that Adrien knew, that Adrien let Lila spin her tall tales and woo the class. He was upset that Adrien let Lila lie to them, let Lila get their hopes up for so damn long and let Marinette be forced in the back, let Marinette be hated and expelled and toyed with by that liar.

He should have believed Marinette. He should have, when she admitted that she followed Adrien. Marinette never admitted that, even she realized how weird it was! But Nino didn’t realize how honest she was, didn’t think about how Marinette never lies, never hates people for no reason.

Adrien was an exception, an honest mistake, and Marinette soon changed her view because she was open to learning the truth. With Lila...with Lila, there was no truth, and Nino was the blind one.

And now he’s paying the price for his actions, er, inactions. Because he stood by, while Marinette tried to help him see. Because he stood by, while Adrien made a change and spoke up for her. Because he stood by, and now he’s lost one of his longest friends and one of his best friends.

And now he’s lonely.

It’s not the same, hanging out with the other boys in the class. It’s not the same, without them getting excited because finally, finally Adrien had time for them! It’s not the same, talking to Alya without hearing Marinette’s most recent mistake, or hearing Marinette ramble about her newest design. It’s not the same, never smelling the baked goods Marinette would bring, or the way Adrien always smelled oddly of cheese. It’s not right.

It’s so lonely.

Nino regrets a lot of the things he’s done. He’s been too dismissive. He’s been a bad friend. He’s been bitter.

And now here he is, sitting with Alya, wishing he could go back in time.

He remembers when the idea of sitting with his girlfriend was so exciting, back when Lila returned. Now he just feels guilt…

Alya feels awful.

She didn’t know how awful the class could be, how awful she could be, but now she’s paid the price. Is paying the price.

She wishes that she did something, that she listened when Marinette talked and acted like a good friend should. She wishes that she helped Adrien instead of turning her back out of spite, that she spoke up, that she spoke out.

She wishes she could change everything, but it’s too late. It’s too late, and now Adrien and Marinette have left. Half of their quartet is gone, and now Alya sits beside Nino in the front.

They should’ve done something. But they were mad.

Alya doesn’t have as much fun without Marinette. She tries to ignore her guilt, her mistakes. She tries hanging out with the other girls in the class, but Marinette isn’t there to complete the gang. Marinette isn’t there to vent to when her little sisters drive her up the wall. Marinette isn’t there, isn’t by her side, isn’t her best friend anymore.

It stings, but Alya knows she can’t take it all back. Because what good does apologizing do? What good does it do, yearning for a friend who doesn’t want to come back, who will never come back?

Alya spends time with Nino, but she feels awful.

Adrien is happy. His classes are fun, a little bit more challenging but so, so worth it. He enjoys spending time with Marinette, with his cousin, with the friends they’ve introduced him to. He enjoys sitting with Marinette and Félix in first hour, watching his cousin open up with every pun Adrien spits out. He enjoys relaxing, letting out the jokes and the smiles that he used to only say with his other mask on. He enjoys being normal, being nothing special among all of the artistic prodigies that make up his class.

He relaxes.

He relaxes, and he grows closer to the people he’s never had a chance to. He grows closer to Marinette, who no longer stutters and shies away from him for some reason. (He won’t ask, he’s just happy for the change.) He grows closer to Félix, who’s never been one for responding to phone calls or leaving his home or his hobbies to spend time with others. He grows closer to the amazing people who have been in his life but have never truly been by his side, not fully.

Marinette is calm. She moves on from the raging storm of her old class day by day, happy to see her new friends and forget her old ones. Little regrets cloud her sunny attitude at times, but her classmates are there to pass an umbrella so she can pretend that storms don’t exist.

She’s content. She’s making stronger bonds with Adrien, with Félix, with Claude and Allegra and Allan and all of her other classmates, too. She’s enjoying herself, having fun in her design class, having fun making jokes and ruining experiments and, and.

And being a kid. She enjoys her school, a place where Akumas rarely spawn or come to creation. A place where she can pretend she isn’t some superheroine that saves the city every time trouble comes running her way. It’s calm.

But there’s always a calm before the storm, isn’t there? Marinette should have known better than to ignore her guilts, to cast away her old class without saying goodbye. She should have known that acting in her own interest would lead to hurt feelings, would lead to great changes that even she couldn’t predict.

She should’ve known that, by leaving the Akuma class, she only made them much more of a target.

But she didn’t, and so Marinette heads to school with a smile, unaware of the figure behind her.

Poor, poor Marinette.

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Oh mon Dieu I left you all for a while! I’m sorry about that, work and school took up more time recently and I sort of disappeared on you guys. Also, I’m not doing a tag list on this post because I only have like 3 minutes to post this because wow homework is a never ending thing woo. So...if I have time tomorrow I will put up the tag list!! With that said, thank you for your patience and I hope you enjoy <3

#MakeAChangeAU #im so sorry I wrote this in a haze #pulling a ml canon and blaming things on marinette #i love her #marinette deserves better #than what i'm doing #it'll work out TRUST ME #sorry

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