#femmechanceux

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@femmechanceux​ continued from x

" Well it's a lovely illusion. It's a pleasure to meet you Marinette. "

Emilie smiled as she folded her hands in front of her, quite relieved to see the girl more relaxed in her company. Yet when questioned if her brooch was created by her husband she retained a calm composure even though deep down she was nervous about them discovering that it was a magical piece of jewelry. Trying to figure out a fake backstory about how her husband found his inspiration for her brooch. Shifting her gaze towards her earrings she decided to switch the topic of the conversation to her earrings.

" Thank you. Yes he did, sorry to disappoint but it's one of a kind. He made it special for me after our trip to the mountains long ago. It's alright, what about your earrings? Did you design them yourself? "

She inquired as she took a step closer towards Marinette to get a better look at the detail of her earrings, there was something familiar about them except she couldn't quite put her finger on it. Unfortunately her attention from her earrings shifted to the door when she heard Natalie's voice advise her to get changed since the guests would be arriving soon. Giving Marinette a smile she gave her a wink before grabbing her outfit off a nearby clothes rack to switch into her costume, but even while she was changing into her costume she kept her brooch close. Once she was changed she did a quick twirl in her costume to showcase it to Marinette. Her costume was a simple peacock themed dress, but she decided to skip out on donning a mask due to avoid anyone discovering she was the mysterious  peacock superheroine wandering around Paris.

“ What do you think Marinette? Is it too much? “ 

[kingofthecon]

@femmechanceux

#1 "You know what rhymes with Bugaboo? Me and you." It was a pretty boring night of patrolling so naturally Chat Noir decided to fill the air with anything and everything just to keep them both entertained. His vibrant green eyes focused more on the task at hand - keeping an out for trouble - than they did on his partner, but when his eyes did meet her form for an extended period of time he couldn't help but grin. Running around Paris late at night with a lovely lady by his side helped him to forget about his life outside of costume. It helped his mind come up with all sorts of entertaining ideas which drove away all the reality shattering ones that came with common sense - one of the recent things being what'd happen when they finally defeated Hawk Moth. There was absolutely no doubt in his mind that one day they would actually catch Hawk Moth slipping and manage to not only take him down and retrieve his Miraculous, but also learn his identity and lock him away forever, but what would come next? They wouldn't be able to keep their Miraculous anymore, would they? Sure there would still be crime left in Paris, but that could be handled by the officers of the law instead of vigilantes like them. What did that mean for his friendship with Ladybug? Would they just...no longer be able to see each other? No, that was stupid. Ladybug might not be interested in him because of her crush on someone from her life outside of the mask, but that didn't mean they couldn’t be friends. They'd make a way. "It's been a lot of times recently where it's just been me and you, and though I do love spending quality time with my leading lady, I can't help but wonder when the ball's going to drop. I don't want to jinx it, but the last time we found someone who was akumatized it was Mr. Pigeon and that was nearly a month ago." He had most certainly been keep tracking. Between the photo shoots, collabs, and interviews along with school, his fencing class, and a few side activities, there wasn't much of any activity from Hawk Moth. He doubted the man had suddenly fallen off the face of the Earth, but there had to be something at play. Then again his sidekick, Mayura, had been hurt in her last confrontation with the rest of them. Maybe the two of them were an evil couple and Mothy had to take some time out of his akumatizing schedule to take care of her? It was sweet even though they were both evil - taking joy in turning people into their minions all in a vain attempt to get the Cat and Ladybug Miraculous. Then again, what if her sickness was the reason why Hawk Moth was trying so hard? Maybe the reason they'd shown their costumed faces was because of desperation, and Hawk Moth had gotten a mad power-up from her to boot. She hadn't been in the game until recently so maybe that was it? It was something he'd been speculating on a while now, but hadn't had enough evidence to support this theory which meant he hadn't said anything to Ladybug about it. He probably should at some point, but not even now seemed like a good time. "He's too annoying to just give up and go on vacation, so maybe he's wrapped up in some supervillain HR meeting where they talk about their failures and how to go about achieving their goals while eating muffins from the cafeteria." It was random and probably outlandish. The goal was to make her laugh, especially when he was about to say something that might cause a bit of an issue between them. Yeah, butter her up before telling her that he won't be around for a little while because a friend of his father had done some contest and had picked three kids from nowhere to take on as apprentices or something and Adrien would be with them for a while. It was just a publicity stunt and collaboration thing, but it was an extra added activity and with everything else he had to do something needed to be cut out, and it wasn't like Ladybug only had him to rely on considering she could dish out the Miraculous to other people. It would be fine. "I don't think there's any crime afoot tonight," he offered teasingly after they stopped near the Louvre for a break. He stretched both arms over his head and yawned before flopping down in a cross legged position. "Which is convenient because...well, I won't be uh, be around for the next few weeks at least." Best to just rip off the bandage. "My family is going to be particularly busy and I won't be able to get out of certain obligations so if there's an emergency you'll have to get one of the others. I'll try to sneak away, but you'll have to treat any threat that might crop up like one that I won't be able to help you fight in." Just saying that made him feel like crap. If an emergency came up and someone got hurt because he prioritized taking pictures with some contest winners over fighting crime then he would have to live with that guilt, but his father would be watching and if he even tried to get out of something like that the consequences would make him being Chat Noir period even harder when things weren't incredibly busy. If he wanted to keep being being a hero then he was going to have to do whatever it took to keep his father off his case. This was one of those situations where there were no good options to take. "I'd better head home. I have to wake up early. Well, earlier than usual." He turned back the way they'd come, which was in the opposite direction of his home actually, and ran off. He was out of his lady's sight he changed the direction and took a different route home. He de-transformed, fed Plagg a few pieces of Camembert and raced the rest of his way home - entering through the front gates and not stopping until he was in his room.

"Okay Sixer, how'd this happen?" Triplets Stanton, Stanford, and Stanley sat in their shared bedroom - Stanley and Stanton; or Shermie as he liked to be called - sitting on either side of their brother Stanford as he read the letter in his hand for the fourth time in silence. There had been a bit of a contest months ago created by a man named William Chiffrer. He was looking for individuals with a wide variety of talents that ranged from athleticism to intellect. Stanford had of course sent filled out the necessary forms on top of going above and being by writing an entire essay about why he believed he should be chosen...he'd also sent out the necessary forms for his siblings and tricked each of them into writing a bit of an essay of their own. He didn't think any of them would be accepted. William was a man of many talents, but what had caught Stanford's attention was the man's intellect. William had the ability to create his own language - something that he and his siblings had done when they were younger...little ciphers that only they could understand, but William? As far as Stanford knew the man had at least three different languages of his own under his belt, a company that didn't seem tethered to him, and ideas of deep sea and space exploration that he had no qualms with sharing to the masses. In other words, the man was an actual genius who had absolutely no problem flaunting it. Stanford was envious, intrigued and well, William was his idol. That meant he wanted to learn from him and this contest? This contest would be his one shot. He, however, didn't want to go in alone. The sound of someone playing with a paddle ball close to his face caused him to jerk to attention. His eyes traveled to his left where he saw Stanley, the sibling that was identical to him minus the fingers, waiting impatiently for an answer. To Stanford's right his slightly older fraternal sibling looked unimpressed already having an idea of what'd taken place though the chances of all three of them being picked was...highly unlikely. "It's not that difficult to understand," the middle triplet said as he pushed himself off the bed and paced the center of their bedroom floor. "More so, improbable. The chances of the three of us getting chosen for this opportunity of a life time is simply astronomical. It's--" "Not the question, Poindexter. Sherm and I didn't enter this sleaze ball's contest. I know I suck at math, but I'm at least a hundred percent sure that us not enterin’ means we both hadda zero percent chance'o winnin' anything. Howzat possible, I wonder." One look at his brothers had rooted to the spot - both hands behind his back as his started to get nervous. Stanley continued to play with his paddle ball, but his attention remained on Stanford while Shermie let out and exasperated sigh. "I'm sorry! I don't know what I was thinking. Well, of course I know what I was thinking. It would be incredible to have William Chiffrer as a mentor. His vast knowledge of the world and its inner workings - despite being quite controversial - has merit and have been shown to be more than just plausible. This man has plans to change the world and the means to do it and it would be remiss of me to pass up the opportunity to work under the man himself. I just did not wish to go alone so I took the liberty of signing contest forms for the both of you while feeding you false information about an extra credit essay where you had to convince the President of the United States of why you would be a great addition to the White House." "Wait, that's not what you told me," Stanley said with narrowed eyes while slowly lowering the paddle ball. "Errhm, yes well, you having to convince a potential suitor's father of why he should let you date his daughter seemed more plausible than the Presidential angle, I'm afraid. Now, even if only one of us came out victorious in this raffle the winner is permitted a plus one! Had either of you won instead I would have hoped that you'd allow me to tag along." "And yet Pa calls me the shyster. I am so proud of you.” Stanley wipes an imaginary tear from his eye while Stanford glares at him before turning his attention towards Shermie who’d finally lifted his head. His expression was exasperated yet thoughtful making it clear that he, at least, wasn’t going to make such a huge deal of out it. Between Stanley and Shermie, the latter was much more academically inclined and when opportunity struck he tended to let it in and treat it like a friend. Paris, France was a place that these three boys from New Jersey would never in their wildest dreams imagine being able to visit - not with how much of a penny-pincher their father was. For a while all there had only been a pair of glasses between them which Stanley and Shermie had agreed to let Ford have indefinitely. ”This is a once in a life time ordeal, isn’t it?” Shermie questioned after letting the silence linger. They were teenagers with no real funds to their name. If they went to college it would have to be on a scholarship - Stanford had at least four lined up, Stanley could possibly go for football, and Shermie had his hands in a little bit of everything. Other than that, there was nothing for fancy trips to far off lands like France, so right here? Right now? Yeah, it definitely seemed as though this was going to be one of those once in a lifetime deals. The brothers looked at each other, Stanley sliding off the bed to punch Stanford in the arm before leaning against his shoulder while Shermie continued thinking. Finally he stood up and crossed his arms. "That was an underhanded trick you pulled Ford, but I can't say that I blame you and a trip to freaking France? The City of Love? We'd have to be crazy to pass up the opportunity." "Ugh, love," Stanley griped, immediately turning sour causing Shermie to look a little guilty while Ford rolled his eyes and elbowed him good-naturedly. His breakup with Carla McCorkle had been a messy one. Karma seemed to strike at both Carla and the boy she'd cheated on Stanley with, Thistle Downe, in the form of someone riding his van into a ravine. According to reports it had been someone dressed up in some sort of costume with a tail. Either way love was currently a big flaming no-no in the Stan Triplets's bedroom...except for Shermie. "Perhaps it would be in your best interest to invite Veronica along, Shermie." Ah, the turns immediately tabled as Stanley's frown disappeared to be replaced by the biggest, doofiest, mischievous grin he could muster while Shermie's face turned a nice shade of tomato red. He sputtered while Stanley darted out the room to make the call leaving Stanford to block his big brother in - the commotion the duo made their mother had to warn them about roughhousing in the house and to take that mess outside. Stanley snickered, his Ma gave him an idea. Outside and to his car he ran after hearing his brothers on the stairs. When they realized that Stanley wasn't inside the brothers raced outside to see Stanley checking his pockets for his keys. Suddenly Stanley was on the ground laughing after having been tackled by Shermie which left Stanford - innocent little Stanford - to head back inside and make the call himself. "Hello, Mrs. Carlyle? This is Stanford Pines. Is Veronica there?” There’s a particularly loud wheeze from outside that catches Stanford’s attention. He looks to his Ma and shrugs before going back to his call. “Hello, Ronnie? You won't believe the good news. Do you recall that contest I entered for the trip to Paris, France to study under THE William Chiffrer? Exciting news. Not only did I win, so did Stanley and Sherman. I...will explain later, but each of us gets to bring a plus one. I am cordially inviting you--"

Talon had seen the threat coming a mile away and he actually tried to draw attention to what was going on. With him being who he was he held rank in his uncle's organization, but it only extended so far especially when the side of evil thought they'd had the victory in the bag. It was the same song and dance time and time again. They thought they had the inspector, he'd goof around and somehow come out on top with the help of his niece, and then Claw would vow vengeance the next time they crossed paths. It got old, and Talon was tired. He was tired of constantly losing when he knew that he had the skills to come out on top. In fact, he was pretty sure he could overthrow his uncle instead of working as his underling, but as things were? His street cred had plummeted. All the losses caused by Penny and her uncle set him back time and time again. The villain circles he ran in started giving out awards for the most failed missions and he had somehow gained the lead. It was embarrassing and degrading and it was about time he'd think about his future. If he wanted to show the world he was more than just that bumbling oaf who happened to be Claw's nephew then he needed to branch out and re-establish himself, perhaps even go back to the drawing board. It was when he realized that no one was going to heed his words did he decide cut his losses. He'd grabbed Penny and her dumb dog and pulled them to safety with the parting words of, “Catch ya later, Penny,” before going back into the fray. He had a mini force field surrounding him which was, in theory, supposed to be strong enough to protect him from any type of explosion. He didn't think he'd actually be in a situation where he'd be testing this out, but he didn't have too much time. He was looking for something in particular before things went side ways. It was as though his eyes landing on his prize was the trigger which launched the explosion. He cursed, a bright light blinding him before he was propelled off his feet and backwards. He clicked his heels together until the rockets activated, and he hastily righted himself, but he still slammed against through the wall behind him. He should have snapped his back. He should have been covered in flames, but instead survived - barely able to get a handle on the situation. For one thing his force field was still holding up and he’d managed to what he’d gone back for - a bejeweled box which was what his uncle had been after. Luckily whatever he was holding was also covered by his forcefield. Not only that but this explosion was the chance he'd been waiting for - to get away from his uncle and lay low, preferably with a family member that was on the opposite side of the law. You know, a good guy. It helped that he’d been straddling the fence for months now - working with HQ a bit due to some sob story he’d fed Penny which meant he definitely had an alibi. People saw him save Penny. People knew that this scheme of his uncle’s had absolutely nothing to do with him. Whatever happened here couldn’t be pinned on him. Talon’s boots were totally ruined when he activated them - they only had a few seconds of righting him before the thrusters at the bottom went off in mini explosions that luckily hadn't harmed his feet - and found an agent of Claw that was roughly his size though totally unrecognizable. He removed his boots and shoved them onto the remains and dragging it over to a still burning flame. His forcefield protected his feet from the heat, but it wouldn't hold for too much longer. Even now the heat was already starting to penetrate and he had to run. With the forcefield having protected him from the brunt of the explosion some of his other tech remained as well. There was a prototype cloaking device he'd had installed that ran on the same 3D holographic projector tech he tended to use for a quick and easy disguise. He swapped modes and from his belt a little barely noticeable light extended, scanned his form, and bent the light around him making him appear invisible. He made it half a block invisibly before the forcefield conked out with the invisibility following next which meant that his 3D projector was also down for the count. He paid it no mind as he'd taken that into consideration and made sure to avoid any areas that seemed busy. He didn't need anyone to see him running around barefoot and covered in soot. Besides, no good villain worth their salt went around town without a cache of some sort and he was near his closest one. It was a rundown apartment building which, on the outside it just looked a little lopsided; could use a little TLC. On the inside? Oh, the building looked as though it should have been condemned before his Uncle Claw was born. It was perfect, and it was where Talon cleaned himself up, changed into a set of clothing that was not his typical purple though did include another set of rocket boots, and combed his hair flat on his head giving him those infamous "Boy Band Bangs" which were partially hidden by the hood from the jacket he'd decided to wear. He left the apartment and, despite knowing it was a bad idea, made his way back to the scene of the explosion. There were HQ agents, a bomb squad, the fire department and of course police officers everywhere as well as a crowd. He spotted Inspector Gadget who'd apparently made it out unscathed as usual, and he even saw a few of Claw's men being apprehended. He shook his head. There had never been a fight between him and HQ that had gone so far in as long as he could remember. He clicked his tongue and whispered, "C'est la vie," as he walked away - washing his hands of this botched operation as well as his Uncle Claw - for good. Once far enough away and pulled out his cellphone, took a deep breath and placed a call he'd never thought he'd make. "Hey Billy. It's, ugh, Tristan*. Is that offer for help still on the table?" William Thaw* sounded visibly confused on the other end of the line, most likely because he'd been sleeping at the time. When he realized that his cousin was in need of help he woke up just a bit more. "You need a place to stay, Mr. Big Shot Criminal?" That was not the tone that Talon was hoping to hear, but it wasn't entirely unexpected either. Most if not all of their family was evil including Billy's dad. Even their grandma was evil, but no one had really given Billy the memo so he turned out to be one of the good guys. With him and Talon being roughly the same age and having lived together with their grandma for a while, there was always some form of disagreement or the other, especially when Talon had learned of their family's history and chose to follow in their footsteps. It was why he'd swapped his name from Tristan to Talon as a sign of respect for his then role model Dr. Claw. "Is this the part where you give me a huge speech about right and wrong or heroism because if it is you can save it. I’ve branched away from Uncle Claw months ago and a good thing too because he messed up big time. I tried to tell him his plan was bunk from the get-go, but he went ahead with it anyway even after I warned him about a gas leak. Then I tried to tell the stupid henchmen that the explosives they were planting were going to trigger an even bigger explosion but I’m not on the payroll anymore and apparently a bigger explosion the better. They were so concerned with making sure they got Gadget - that’s their entire thing but...Usually no one gets fatally hurt and a few people did. That's not the kind of villainy I signed up for." For a moment he thought Billy'd hung up on him, but then he heard the ruffling of blankets and the clicking of what must have been a lamp being turned on. "People died?" "One as far as I was able to tell. I was caught in the blast too. ForcefieId tech saved me and I managed to get a few people out before the blast but yeah. I'm sure it'll be on the world news if it isn't already." "What do you want from me, Tris?" Hearing that nickname hurt. "I want to initiate protocol Redo." "Never thought you'd say that." The sound of Billy getting out of bed could be heard. Moments later the sound of a computer or laptop being booted up sounded through the line. "Tell me about it. I thought I had everything planned out. Didn’t take into account that Uncle Claw’s gotten senile in his old age." "Luckily we're both deceptively smart and plan for things that we don't think we'd ever need then, huh?" "You call that luck. I call that being smarter than everyone else. Even if you don’t think it’ll ever happen to you plan for it anyway, especially in this line of business.” ”Especially.” Talon finally stopped walking when he reached a twenty-four hour fast food place where he plugged in his phone and ordered something so that he wouldn't be bothered. "I assume you handled Talon?" "Died in the explosion that took out a few senior HQ agents and a few of Claw's henchmen. Identifiable only by his rocket boots." The line was silent aside from the clicking of keys. Talon ate silently while he listened to his cousin work. A few hours of Billy working he finally came to a stop. "Tristan Thaw is in the system once more. You did a thorough job of wiping him out. Can't say that I'm surprised. I've altered Talon’s files. You're now your own twin, congratulations. You were put up for adoption at a young age but there was a missing person's report due to you running away. Your file was closed because you were presumed dead. People will most likely stumble upon this now while trying to pull up information about Talon so...in the off chance that that happens. Call me, and I will say I've been hiding you in my dorm." "No. I can't do--" "You will, Tristan. Despite the incredible foolishness of this family it's the only one I have. Despite how everyone around me is a bad guy from the worst comic book tropes I've ever read, this family still manages to take care of each other. I'm in a boarding school because I didn't want to be part of the family business. Someone in the family is paying for me to be here. You've protected me inadvertently a few times, and Uncle Claw has taken me under his wing a time or two, and I am also the first person grandma taught her cookie recipe to. The point is, despite this family being nefarious in every sense of the word, we ALL protect each other, and you came to me for help. You did what you could to stop something horrible from happening, and it happened anyway. If worse comes to worse I'm sure Uncle Claw would help--" "Gonna stop you right there. I don't want his help, otherwise I'd have gone back to the lair. This is...let him think I'm dead. You're the only one who’ll know the truth." "Of course. Well, if you can manage to get from where you are to Paris there's an apartment that seems to have been paid for. Has been in my name for a while. I'm thinking Grandma made me a few safe houses just in case I decided to turn rotten, but you can stay there." "Thanks Billy." "You can thank me by not pulling this stunt again." "Or I'll just say thank you and move to your safehouse."

                                                               ---TIME SKIP---                                                           ONE MONTH LATER

When Billy told him about the safehouse in Paris he probably should have expected the place to be pretty well furnished and in a decent part of the city. It wasn’t exactly flashy, but it would probably garner the attention of his neighbors. Luckily he had a backstory figured out, a passport, a birth certificate and other documentation that he needed. Luckily for him there was nobody looking for him, and even if they were they certainly would have no reason to look for him in Paris. It was the perfect escape for him, and definitely gave him time to himself. He didn’t want to drop the villain thing, but if he wanted to become a huge contender then he was going to have to change his image. He was going to have to one up the competition and finally...he was going to have to down his uncle. For now, he had to start small. For now he had to blend in with the masses, build up a bit of a rep while staying in the shadows until he could build his own empire. Luckily for him he had a few connections already.

The three dorks staying across from him had arrived a few days after he moved in and made quite the impression. The one with the six fingers had bumped into him and apologized profusely for not paying attention to where he was walking and flailed his hands a bit. Talon, or rather Tristan made the faux pas of commenting on his fingers aloud which seemed to cause some embarrassment. Another boy, had to be a twin or something, heard the remark and was making his way over with his fists clenched causing Talon to remark that he’d never seen something so cool before. It seemed to be the right thing to say as all three of them somewhat relaxed while heading up the stairs. That’s where Talon encountered the third of them realizing that he was staying across from a set of triplets.  It was a bit awkward at first, before the boy with the glasses answered his question about what they were doing in Paris.  “I didn’t know that Willy had a contest going on. You guys must be pretty smart if he chose the three of you, and siblings to boot.” Of course Talon knew very well that Willy wasn’t exactly a good person. The guy was sophisticated in public, but in private he had a bit of sadistic streak and was pretty psychotic in some instances. Yeah the dude was an actual genius, but he also gathered great minds and exploited them. The fact that he’d gathered three brothers, triplets no less? Something was definitely going on. “You say that as though you know the man personally,” Stanford stated while his brother, the one with the slightly darker hair (Shermie) opened the door and Stanley carried some stuff inside. “Not at all,” he immediately shook his head. “I tried to enter his contest before as well. I actually made a hoverboard--” “Like from Back to the Future?” Stanley asked as he kicked his box into the room. Talon nodded and said,"Exactly like that," while Stanford looked skeptical. That was the start of their...he wouldn’t exactly call it a friendship but it was pretty close.                                                                --------------------- Adrien hadn’t been expecting to be invited to the triplet’s apartment building after their initial gathering and photo-op with William and his father, but he had accepted the invite anyway seeing as it would allow him to spend some time with teenagers his age while using his father’s tactics against him.  “I was supposed to meet up and help the Pines’s today for an hour before meeting Kagami for our fencing lesson? His father had simply nodded through the tablet monitor that Nathalie was holding. Adrien took off soon after that with G manning the car. When he’d arrived at the apartment it was to an open door and the triplets arguing over what they wanted to do first. There was also another boy there, arms crossed and back against the wall with a smirk on his face. Adrien had the feeling that he’d been the cause of this little argument. “Am I early?” he’d asked which drew the triplet’s attention. “Yer right on time, Aiden.” “His name is Adrien, be nice.” The identical brothers bickered between themselves while Sherman shook his head and beckoned for Adrien to come inside before closing the door. “Just go. It’s not a big deal.” All eyes turned to Talon who pushed off the wall and raised his hands.  “Of course it’s a big deal! He can take his girl all over Paris after we celebrate. We’ve been here for a week and haven’t burned our apartment down. This is a cause for celebration! Let the Pines Brothers party for a day,” Stanley argued with his arms crossed. Shermie just covered his face in his hands and sighed. "Or we can go get Ronnie since she may as well be a Pines, grab some snacks and celebrate here?” “Stanford Filbrick Pines--” The two outsiders watched in amusement as Sherman tried to grab the six fingered boy who ducked behind Stanley and then into the kitchenette practically dragging the loudmouthed boy with him.  “So um, who are--” “I live across the hall. Gotta admit these guys have been the best entertainment I could have possibly asked for. What about you, Mr. Agreste? Working a charity case here?” Adrien was partially confused and partially offended by the question. “Not at all. I was invited over.” “Oh, that makes more sense.” He hadn’t elaborated on that making Adrien narrow his eyes before the triplets re-emerged from wherever they’d been in the apartment. Stanley had his arms crossed while Stanford was scowling. Shermie looked far less ruffled than the other two which meant he’d proven his point.  "Sorry about that, you two. The plan is we’re going to call my friend to have her meet us here then head out for a celebratory get together. Since you two are the only people we know here we’d thought you’d be up to joining us?” The fact that Adrien had made three new friends who wanted to hang out with him brought a smile to his face, but then he thought about his obligations and the other friends he’d had to turn down. His smile turned a bit sad before he shook his head.  "I’m really sorry you guys, but I can’t stay for very long. My schedule is booked solid. The only reason I was able to slip out was because I told my father that I had to help you three for an hour before I have to practice my fencing.” Talon lunged at the air in front of him, swinging around an imaginary rapier before snorting, “Can you be any more of a cliche?” Even Stanley cracked a smile at that before lunging towards Talon with his arm out, the two of them swiping at each other with their invisible weapons, Stanley beginning to talk like a pirate while Shermie was in the process of calling Ronnie to let her know of their plans. “Ignore them,” Stanford said while giving his brother and Talon a glare that went completely ignored. “It’s what I do when they get like this.” “I’ll keep that in mind,” was Adrien’s annoyed reply. A second later he found himself being dragged into the sword fight by Talon before Stanley grabbed an unwilling-to-participate Stanford. “My first mate will absolutely swab the deck with ye’s!” “Stanley no.” “Cap’n Lee thinks he kin board me ship and spread ‘is tall tales, but we’s a learn’em.” “Tristan don’t encourage him!” Stanford’s words went ignored as Talon managed to grabbed a decorative pillow from the couch and chucked it at the six fingered boy yelling, “CANNON BALL!”. Taking it as an immediate out, Stanford dramatically fell to the floor, sat up and positioned the thrown pillow beneath his head, and then laid back again. “Nooooo, Sixer! I shall avenge ye!” He ran towards Talon only to be intercepted by Adrien as he slid in front of the other boy. Stanley’s eyes widened, surprised at Adrien’s speed, and he tried to stop before colliding. Adrien moved out of the way as quickly as he’d come while Talon remained there holding out another of the pillows which he used to smack Stan in the face as he came to a stop. Stanley dropped to the ground dramatically like Stanford had and made gurgling noises since the unwritten/impromptu rule was that the pillows were cannon balls. The four boys laughed before Stanford got up and put the pillows away with a shake of his head. Stanley was glad to have managed to get his brother to participate. It had been a long time since they’d done something like this and it made him think that this trip to Paris was a good idea, especially after having met “Tristan’ and Adrien.

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@femmechanceux​ has summoned Emilie Agreste for Ladybug

“ Is something wrong dear? “

Emilie inquired as she noticed the spotted heroine’s gaze was focused on her peacock themed brooch she was wearing to give her white suit a pop of color. She was use to various people admiring her brooch, but the other’s fixated gaze upon her brooch seemed filled with shock. Causing her to be concerned that perhaps her choice of jewelry was a little too over the top or it was too outdated. While she shouldn’t concern herself too much with her appearance since her husband assured her countless times that she was beautiful the way she was. The awkward silence between them was enough to persuade the blonde to contemplating on removing the brooch to conceal it within her left pocket away from further public view. However she suppose she could finish deciding that later clearing her throat she spoke once more.

“ Is there something I can help you with? Because if your looking for Gabriel to ask his opinion on your superhero costume for tonight’s masquerade fashion show. I’m afraid he is a little preoccupied. However I think your costume is charmante. “

[adrienlechat]

Cat Noir hadn’t understood it at all. Whenever things were grave, Ladybug had shown up, and often even faster than he had. So when the latest victim of Hawk Moth was akumatised and he showed up to fight it, he was surprised to find himself alone facing the danger. And try as he might, nothing he had tried had worked out. Instead, he had gotten hurt ... and not just a little either. He was bleeding, a tear in his magic suit revealing an ugly wound that felt even worse than it looked. 

Taking a deep breath as he leaned against the chimney behind which he was hiding, he tried to assess the situation. The villain was simply too much for him on his own, and he was clearly in over his head. Aside from that, he was also injured so badly that he knew chances of him making it were rather slim if he dared to attack again. 

Slowly rising from his crouched position, he stumbled a little, the lightheadedness becoming worse. If this went on, he would lose consciousness soon and be at the mercy of whoever found him and ... if they found out who he was then his superhero days would be over. So, he supposed there was really only one option, he had to hide himself, somewhere safe, with someone he could trust ...

He couldn’t go home though, his father would lose it if he found out ... Nino, well that was an option but he was several blocks away from where Nino lived. Glancing around, his eyes landed on the bakery and he smiled a little to himself. Of course, ... he would be safe there! If there was anyone he trusted as much as Nino, it had to be Marinette. 

Double-checking if nobody was around to see him, he hurried to the roof of the bakery, and slipped inside through the hatch door, collapsing on the ground because of the strain the effort had put on him. It took him all his remaining strength to get himself on the bed before he blacked out. 

@femmechanceux

[excidium]

@femmechanceux​ requested a plotted starter.

       Today had been Mr. Bug’s first Akuma fight since becoming Guardian, and needless to say he had felt a lot of added pressure on him to succeed ( more than usual ). He had really come into his own since first receiving his Miraculous, and that was in no small part due to the help of Lady Noir.

       It was still stressful nevertheless, and Master Fu recently becoming absent from his life had only made matters worse. He lacked any other form of healthy guidance in his life, and so now he was feeling somewhat alone and directionless in their fight against Hawkmoth. When Fu had told Adrien that he was training him to take his place, he never would’ve imagined that the time to succeed him would come as quickly as it had. If he had known, he probably would’ve spent a lot more time asking questions about his responsibilities. Now he was left to wander around blindly.

      He was a little spacey in today’s fight due to his inability to cope with the sudden change, but they had still managed to finish it off with relative ease. Likely only because the Akuma they had to face was Mr. Pigeon. If it had been any other Akuma, they might have been in a bit of trouble. Hopefully Hawkmoth hadn’t noticed that things were off on his end, or things could become dicey very quickly. He needed someone to confide in, or he knew that he would continue to be too stressed out by all of this new responsibility. Tikki was doing her best to help reassure him, but she could only offer her Chosen so much comfort.

     And so that was why he was sitting atop the Eiffel Tower tonight, waiting for his lady to arrive. He knew that Master Fu had warned him about how much he should be telling his partner -- but he trusted her with his life. What was the point in them being partners if he couldn’t confide in her? He was Guardian now, and so he was going to do what worked for him and his team. While he wasn’t going to completely throw Fu’s warnings to the wind, this was one rule that he needed to break. The secrecy needed to stop, and he needed to be transparent with Lady Noir about what was going on.

    He stared out at the city anxiously as he waited for Lady Noir to arrive to their meeting. There was a soft frown on his face, and his eyebrows were knitted together in a solid and thoughtful line. He watched the people in the streets below who were headed home for the night, stress only building in his chest. He was responsible for the lives of everyone here -- now more than ever. He was hoping that tonight’s conversation could alleviate some of that pressure ( and hopefully provide some clairity for his partner ).

[lady-scorpion-and-friends]

New City, New world - Closed Rp with femmechanceux

Susan was walking around the streets, she was new in Paris which it makes her nervous. She had a dream to be a good fashion designer but she was scared that no one would appreciate her work.

She had black hair and green eyes, and her skin was softly tanned. She also was using a butterfly necklace that she had made herself.

She looked at a few poster of Gabriel Agreste’s publicity, she heard that he is a great fashion designer, she really loved his style even admiring his work, maybe she would meet him someday maybe work for him, but she knows that was a silly dream. She keeps walking looking around with a sketchbook in her hands, looking for some place to sit down and inspired her.

She had finally have found a perfect spot, she sit down on the garden chair and placed her sketchbook on her lap before she picks her pencil from her purse as she open her sketchbook, it sure was full of a lot of original ideas for fashion, she sure was talent but Susan wasn't the type of woman to brag, she liked more to be modest about her work. The less she knew was that someone might noticed her talent.

@femmechanceux​​

[fallenheroine]

Portal Akumas were objectively the worst Akumas to deal with. Just when you thought that you had them cornered, they would be able to slip through a portal and throw off all the careful planning that lead to that moment. Or in other cases, open up a portal underneath your feet that you have mere seconds to react to. In today’s Akuma attack, the later happened while Artemis was momentarily distracted by Chat Noir’s cry of pain. Aretmis felt the ground disappear under her and she didn’t have the time to pull a yo-yo out and swing to safety. 

The next thing Artemis knew she was in a free fall headed straight for the roof of a building. Once again she didn’t have the time to re-direct her momentum with her yo-yo. So she accepted her fate and positioned her body in a way that she would sustain the least amount of damage upon impact. Once she hit the roof, there was a loud thud as a groan of pain escaped her lips.

“I’m going to kill Hawkass when I get my hands on him.”

Artemis tested everything out, thanks to her current state nothing ended up broken. She was in a world of pain, but that’s better than having a few broken bones from that fall. Slowly pushing herself up, she glanced around trying to figure out where that dammed Akuma sent her.

“Now where is everyone?”

@femmechanceux  [Starter Call]

[mxtamorphic]

/ / 🟢 starter for @femmechanceux​

    | | “ wait, so you’re telling me these bad guys are like.... fake bad guys that are a pawn for the big bad guy? ”

[musecove]

Tagged By: @femmechanceux

Tag 9 people that you'd like to get to know better/catch up with. Uh...do I even have 9 people? I’m so sorry! I hope it’s okay I tagged you guys!

[ inset 9 people here bc i always feel awkward randomly picking people to tag bdhfjsbfs ]

Last Song: "Cousin” from 21 Chump Street, it’s catchy, what can I say? 

Last Movie: I haven’t really???? watched a movie in a long time, oh gosh UM???? I... I think I tried watching the Croods movie last? But that was so long ago........... I genuinely don’t know haha

Currently Watching: Haikyuu because a “what character are you” uquiz told me I’m kenma and I wanna see who he is, I’m on episode 1 and all I know is I know literally nothing about volleyball

Currently Reading: Listening to the final Trials of Apollo audiobook counts as reading since it’s a book so that, also Avalon Web of Magic

Currently Craving: I want something...with the texture of rice krispies, but I don’t want something that sweet right now. I want the crunch.

[adrienlechat]

❤

❤ – to ask my muse on a holiday date

Seeing as Adrien was rather used to spending the holidays on his own in his room in the latest years, the last thing he’d expected was for Marinette to ask him out. Nonetheless, he stood at the bakery waiting for her, he’s dressed up a little but not too fancy for he had no idea what she had planned, a rose single rose in hand.

[excidium]

❝I’m… pregnant… and it’s yours.❞ - Couldn't resist this. xD

PREGNANCY STARTERS // ACCEPTING

@femmechanceux​ told Chat Noir some important news. (PLOTTED)

        When Chat Noir had been called in for an important meeting with his Lady, this certainly wasn’t the news he had been expecting to hear. She had seemed worked up about whatever was on her mind, sure. But if you had asked him about what he thought the issue was, he would assume that it was simply Guardian related. Or perhaps she was upset with something that someone had said to her at work while she was a civilian. They had a very close relationship, it wasn’t uncommon for her to vent to him about her frustrations ( even if it wasn’t that serious ). In fact, their closeness was what had gotten them into this situation in the first place.

        While they weren’t romantically involved ( at least not on Ladybug’s end ), euphemistic intimacy wasn’t off the table. There was something between them -- whether it was simply infatuation && physical attraction, or romantic attraction. Either way, they had been messing around for quite some time now. However, it had been made clear to him, before they even officially did anything -- that their relationship was to remain strictly platonic. They had no choice but to keep it that way -- keeping their identities safe was far more important than any potential relationship they could have or want.

        And while their relationship at current was incredibly confusing to him, he was just happy that they had something. He wasn’t in a rush to be involved with anyone romantically. The last time he had been in a relationship was when he was with Kagami back when he was a teenager -- and that was years ago. He was well into his mid-20′s now, and he just couldn’t seem to find that special someone. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to find someone, it was just that it was hard. A lot of people were incredibly shallow, and only wanted to date him because of his wealth. Once they realized he wasn’t the type of person they thought he was, they usually lost interest. And honestly, it put him off of actively dating entirely after it had happened one too many times. At least as Chat Noir, he knew that no one was going after his wealth ( since his profession outside of being a hero was unknown ).

        Ladybug was the first love of his life, and in many respects -- she still was. But he had respected her requests when she had told him the feelings he had were unrequited. And while it probably wasn’t her intention, their little fling that they had going on had only made his strong feelings for her resurface. It was kind of embarrassing that even after all this time he was still like a love sick kitten for her, but it didn’t stop him from enjoying what they had. And although they didn’t have or put a label to what they had, it could be most closely defined as an “open relationship”. It could end at any moment, but he supposed that it kind of added to the excitement of it all. He liked feeling close to her, and he liked that she trusted him. And of course, they had always been careful and used protection whenever they did anything. Which was why this news was all the more surprising. Obviously, something along the way had failed. He somehow wondered if their Miraculous’ were to blame for this.

        His ears go from a relaxed position to fully perked, feline pupils dilated in alarm. He could feel his tail start to swish after a moment, nerves taking over his body. ❝ What -- ❞ Was all he could say at first, his mind seemingly freezing in place. After a moment he seemed to get more of a hold on himself, though obviously he still wasn’t over the shock. ❝ I -- are you sure? I mean. Sometimes the tests can be wrong -- Right? ❞ His current reaction was one of desperate denial, but it was obvious this wasn’t news that he wanted to hear. Obviously, he wasn’t ready to have kids right now ( if ever ). There was the whole being afraid to be a Dad because of Gabriel thing that he still hadn’t gotten over, but he also wasn’t even in a relationship with Ladybug. And while he was sure this dynamic could work with others, it wasn’t one that he was interested in having for himself. There was a lot to discuss, but the shock needed to be dealt with first.

[lady-scorpion-and-friends]

femmechanceux started to following you

Yuna was going to her new school in her limo, she only hoped that nothing goes wrong, being a teenage actress and model from Japan wasn’t very easy, she didn’t mind with the fans, she love them since they all appreciate her work, but the worst was those spoiled kids that wanted to be her friend because she’s famous.

“Little Miss, we’re here now” said the driver to her.

“Thank you, you may pick me at lunch time” she said before she picks up her school bag.

She stepped out of the limo, she looked at the entrance and noticed a lot of students reading a magazine that have a pictures of her in it, oh dear, she hoped that she survived her first day.

A couple of students come close to her and ask her to autograph the magazine for them. Of course that she said yes and signed them, she appreciate her fans very much, she couldn’t have become famous if it wasn’t for them. The Less she knew was that someone might pay attention on her as well.

@femmechanceux​

[adrienlechat]

Tagged By: @femmechanceux

Tag 9 people that you’d like to get to know better/catch up with. 

@coccinnette, @itswasteland

Last Song: Your Hero [first song one of my friends has officially put out there so]

Last Movie: Movie? Oh uh, I think Captain America Civil War. I watch a lot of movies so it’s hard sometimes to remember which is the last ^^”

Currently Watching: Series? Uhm Miraculous, and rewatching the Magicians as always really

Currently Reading: PJO original series and Northern Lights trilogy

Currently Craving: Well, I always crave sushi and bubble tea, but right now ... spaghetti and ice cream and the fanta peach I drank in Japan ... yup, that’s pretty accurate~

[adrienlechat]

your character as a lesser deity from greek mythology

EROS: scornful jealousy • pink • presents a certain decorum • heavy air in a nightclub • has a tattoo they regret • sex & love therapist for their friends • juvenescent • uses enchantments • aloof • wears rose-coloured glasses • velvet, latex, & lingerie • milk baths with champagne bubbles • impetuous in love • intense eye contact is a sport • kinky • soft lips • wears stacked rings • sets fashion trends • graceful movements • marble floors • heavy perfume or cologne  • deeply emotional • born glamorous • [  6 / 23  ]

HECATE: prefers canine companions • wears symbolic jewelry • can see spirits • melting wax • uses hexes • feels most comfortable at night • smell of cinnamon • moonlight • red wine • understands poisons & herbs • collects bones or feathers • partakes in rituals • black [cat noir duh] • fog at night • is aware of their shadow self • embraces the unknown • enjoys collecting secrets • approves of necromancy • meditates • has prophetic dreams • lace • knowing too many secrets • fishnet stockings • [  6 / 23  ]

PAN: enjoys poetry & prose • wool • smell of decaying leaves in autumn • prefers to be barefoot • tends to overindulge  • easily excitable • thriving in social circles • loves being around campfire  • antlers • dirt paths • the sound of wind chimes • penchant for sticky fingers • pine trees • stamina for days • falls in lust • vagabond • physically stronger than given credit for • foxglove • welcomes luxury • non-confrontational • charming words • talking to animals • nature for jewelry • [  11 / 23  ]

NEMESIS: angry • protective of their values • balance & harmony • looks like an angel but isn’t • more perceptive than people realize • snow capped mountains • grey • wears leather • silver jewelry • likes snakes • can’t stand ignorance • believes in retribution • analytical of own emotions • well read • marble columns • has very rigid morals • bruised knuckles • humorous under the sarcasm • clean workspace • everything in moderation • cold morning air • resting glare face • fluent in curse words • [  11 / 23  ]

HYPNOS: very calm demeanor • easily overwhelmed • relaxing is their vice • transactional friendships • has a soft voice • head in the clouds • carries drugs with them • has a sibling they’re close with • drawn to winged animals • lavender • has plush furniture/blankets  • starry eyed • horrible money management  • gives amazing hugs • dreaming big as a full time job • wears comfy or loose clothes • existential questions • not good at memory based skills • fairy lights • can’t sleep somewhere unfamiliar • crystalline chandeliers • dislikes bright sun • fluttering eyelashes • [ 6 / 23  ]

IRIS: life’s a technicolor spectrum • has a lot to say • beaming smiles • always has candy with them • flirting by accident • walking to the beat of their own drum • gossamer curtains • has a surprising amount of connections • blushes very easily • confident laughter • uses a staff • fresh fruit slices • decorated handwritten letters • a social chameleon • blood made of honey • treating people with kindness • sentimental heart • vases full of wildflowers • feels fulfilled when helping others • has a healing aura • always traveling • stained glass windows • just trying to be a good person • [ 14  / 23  ]

Tagged by: @itswasteland

Tagging: @coccinnette, @modelbehxvior, @femmechanceux

[excidium]

Which Unpopular Archetype are You?

the loyal

personality: calm, level-headed, stubborn / / counterpart: the accomplice

it’s a good thing you’re so patient. you know what it’s like to feel the full weight of doubt bearing down in you. for years, it tried to squeeze the life from your lungs. but nothing’s going to make you bow. you kept the candle’s flame alive. you whispered the names at nightfall. the vigil still lives inside of you. one day, the waiting will have been worth it. all your love is going to come home to you. you’re more important than you know. you’re still the one true believer.

Tagged by: @politesper​

Tagging: @mdcreatrice​, @effilebug​, @yourfavoritesidekick​, @blueberryserpent​, @coccinnette​, @femmechanceux​ & anyone else who wants to do it.