#hotel ​le grand chloé

[princess-of-the-corner]

Does Chloé end up renaming the hotel? i can see her not wanting the new one to be connected to the old run down one that she was left with originally.

HM.

I could go either way on that one!

She's changing the vibes entirely, part of the confronting and reclaiming the part of her life that was taken from her. So I could see her changing the name too.

On the other hand, I think she'd never really find a new name that would fit because she's always going to think of it as Le Grand Paris.

[boom-fanfic-a-latta]

Meeting the Team (Team Dad Cinnabar AU)

Inspired by @hailfire17's Cinnabar AU

When the disguised Gabriel Agreste had approached Chloé Bourgeois in the aftermath of her outburst to her mother, he’d been prepared for several responses to his offer. From an outright rejection, to suspicious curiosity, to immediate agreement.

He most definitely had NOT expected her to size him up, nod, and start dragging him along to another room in Le Hotel de Grand Paris.

And he was not at all prepared for when she flung open the door to reveal a collection of half-a-dozen teenagers, and for her to declare to them “Everyone, we have an actual mentor now!”, a statement which drew the room’s full attention.

“…Chloé, what the hell?!” a very familiar redhead in a red-and-black suit exclaimed in disbelief. “Half of us are transformed right now, you can’t just—”

“What do you mean, ‘an actual mentor’?” the even MORE familiar blonde boy beside her interrupted, and Gabriel had to fight to not give himself away and demand to know what on earth his SON was doing in here playing video games with LADY ROSE.

“Everyone, this is—actually I’m not sure what his name is yet, he never mentioned it, but he’s claiming to be a former superhero and was offering to train me. I figured it would be Nice of me to extend the invitation to the whole team.”

Gabriel was absolutely speechless, attempting to process what the Bourgeois girl had just said.

The whole team?

What did she mean, “the whole team”?!

“…Wait, so not just the guardian’s weird ‘doesn’t actually tell us anything’ teaching?” an unfamiliar, short-haired brunette asked, looking interested. “Well, sign me up!”

“I agree with Lyle.” Ryuko, the Dragon of Tokyo, got up from the beanbag where she had been sitting, inspecting the man. “A more active teacher would be beneficial for us all—even with my own prior experience in heroism.”

“Guys, will you keep it down? I’m watching something!” The ginger boy looked up from his computer just long enough to shoot the room a glare, before going right back to what he’d been doing.

“Okay—seriously, Derek, just stop,” Lady Rose grumbled. “None of us care about those stupid Minecraft videos you’re obsessed with! You can watch them when we AREN’T with the team!”

“Lily, shut up! You’re one to talk—”

“Look, the majority of us actually LIKE Vocaloid!”

“Sorry about those two, they’re siblings. They get like this a lot.” Adrien shook his head. “I think becoming heroes made both their self-control worse, but then again, I only met Lily AFTER she’d become the new Ladybug, so who knows.”

“LOOK JUST BECAUSE YOU DON’T LIKE IT DOESN’T MEAN I HAVE TO STOP LISTENING TO IT!”

“Lily! Chill! You too, Derek. We don’t want another LynelMaster.”

“Honestly, though, I’d pay a lot to see Lily commit arson again,” the pink-haired rabbit hero Bunnix admitted from where she was lying on the couch. “I wish one of us had filmed that.”

…Dear goodness, what had he gotten himself into.

Chloé groaned. “Will everyone please pay attention?” she said with a huff, clapping her hands. Turning to the man, she sighed, rolling her eyes. “I only just joined this utterly insane group yesterday, but I’ve already seen enough to know that we desperately need adult supervision.”

Gabriel had barely been there five minutes, and had already come to the same conclusion.

“I can believe that,” he replied, shaking his head. “What I can’t believe is that these are the heroes who have been defending Paris for the past few months…”

“It’s very hard to take in, yes. Honestly, I nearly had an existential crisis yesterday learning that Lady Rose is the same girl who keeps asking me for Vocaloid music recommendations in class. But that’s nothing compared to the one I had after learning Adrien was Chat Noir—”

Chloé kept talking, but Gabriel heard none of it after the absolute bombshell she had just dropped.

Adrien.

His son.

Was CHAT NOIR?!

If the disaster that was Style Queen hadn’t already made him swear off being Hawk Moth anymore, this revelation would have done so in a heartbeat.

He’d been fighting against his own son.

For MONTHS.

…He needed to sit down.

“—thing I will admit is that Lyle coming out suddenly felt a lot less out of nowhere once I learned they were Piccola Volpe—wait, where are you going?”

Gabriel managed to keep his composure as he strode across the room to an empty armchair, before immediately collapsing into it, holding his head in his hands.

“You…you’re all just children,” he finally managed to breathe out. “The heroes of Paris. Are all teenagers. Who in the world ever thought it was okay to give this responsibility to actual CHILDREN?!”

He couldn’t believe it.

All this time, he’d assumed they were in Lycee at the LEAST, and more likely even older than that.

But no.

These were Collège students. 13, maybe 14 at the most. And the boy at the computer looked even YOUNGER, maybe 11 or so.

He had been fighting.

Children.

And one of them was his son.

Forget trying to train a new Hawk Moth to take his place.

These children needed an adult.

And apparently, the burden of being that adult had now unwittingly fallen on him.

Him, the supervillain that had been terrorizing them.

Most likely the least qualified person alive to take care of them.

Gabriel Agreste had most definitely not signed up for this.

[a-chlolix-blog]

Scarabée and Kitty Claws AU

Dupli-Cat. The slanderous and smitten Kitten.

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Alix was on her way to Roller Derby practice at the Flying Wheels Arena roller rink while looking at the news on her phone.

At the Place des Vosges, a statue is about to be revealed.

Alix: It's only been a week since he was re-elected as Mayor of Paris and Mr. Bourgeois has already approved of a statue being built?

Tikki, on her shoulder: Do you think it's a Scarabée and Kitty Claws statue? That would be so excited!

Alix: Considering how we've saved Chloé quite a few times and she's a fan of us, the thought has crossed my mind.

Tikki, looking straight ahead: Aren't those two of your friends up ahead?

Alix, whispering: Shit! Quick Tikki, get in the duffel bag!

Nathaniel with his art bag over his shoulder and Luka walked up to Alix.

Alix: I thought you two would be at the statue reveal by now.

Luka: Everyone's gonna be posting about it when the statue's revealed anyway.

Nathaniel: We are going with you to roller derby practice! The Brutal Beauties need their leader after all.

After a rather quick walk, the three of them made it to the Flying Wheels Arena.

There were only three of the other members of the Brutal Beauties there.

Socqueline Wang, Ondine Fontaine, and Monica Bisset. Who were all in their derby team uniforms.

Monica, running up to Alix: Alix! You're here!! *quickly pulls her into a tight hug*

Alix: Hey Monica. Where's everyone else?

Socqueline: Probably at that soon-to-be statue reveal.

Ondine: Do you the rumors of it being a Scarabée and Kitty Claws statue are true?

Alix: Most likely. Now I'm gonna change into my uniform. Be on the rink by the time I get back.

~~~~~Abit later at Le Grand Paris~~~~~

Chloé and Sabrina were getting ready for the statue reveal when Chloé heard her phone vibrating.

When she picks it up and looks through the notifications, her face erupts into a deep red blush.

Sabrina: Chloé! What wrong?!

Chloé: *quickly gives Sabrina her phone while managing to blush even harder*

Sabrina, looking at the pictures: Oh...

Alix had posted pictures of herself in her roller derby uniform on Instagram.

Sabrina: If it helps... at least you finally got to see how the Brutal Beauties' uniform looks.

Chloé, whining still blushing: While she's there being the Brutal Beauty that she is, I gotta go to this statue reveal with my dad!

Sabrina: If it helps Adrien's gonna be at the statue reveal too...

Chloé: Hopefully this statue reveal will go by quickly.

André from outside the room: Chloé! Sabrina! Are you two ready to go?

Chloé, taking her phone from Sabrina and putting it back in her purse: Just a few more minutes.

Sabrina wasn't gonna let Chloé be upset today!

Sabrina: Hey! Since she went out of her way to get your number, it's only a matter of time before she asks you to watch her at roller derby practice!

Chloé, smiling: Thanks Sabrina.

Sabrina: No need to thank me.

After the two quickly get ready, they leave the Hotel with André and are driven to the Place des Vosges.

Which had people were waiting for Mayor Bourgeois and the Sculptor Théo Barbot.

Just as Chloé and Sabrina got out of the limousine, Adrien got out of the limousine he was driven in and runs up to the two girls.

Adrien: Hey Chloé! Hey Sabrina!

Sabrina: Hey Adrien! How does it feel knowing that your dad let you take a break from your MANY studies?

Adrien, rolling his eyes: Quite underwhelming considering that after this statue reveal I gotta get right back to studying.

Sabrina: My condolences for the lack of fun in your social life.

Noticing that Chloé's been surprisingly quiet, Adrien turns to her and sees that she's scrolling through something on her phone.

When he walks next to Chloé and looks over her shoulder, he smiles.

Adrien: Oh hey, It's Alix! Those must bee the Brutal Beauties I've heard around the school and nowhere else.

Adrien then sees a guy unfamiliar to him next to Alix and Nathaniel in one of the posts.

Adrien: Who's the guy with the blue hair? He's kinda cute.

Chloé: I... don't know. *internally* Alix has surrounded herself with such cool looking and mysterious people and I'M STILL HERE!!!

Sabrina: Guys, the statue's about to be revealed. I see Théo coming!

Théo Barbot then quickly runs up to Mayor Bourgeois, clearly out of breath.

Théo: Sorry I'm late, Mayor!

André: You're not late alot. Now let's reveal Paris' perfect masterpiece. *turns to the audience and speaks louder* It's only proper for Paris to pay homage to those who protect us from evil; *removes the cloth cover the statue* Scarabée and Kitty Claws!

Once Chloé Adrien Sabrina and everyone in th saw the statue, they all began to cheer loudly.

Alya was making sure to get as many photos as she could for the ScaraBlog and send some of the pics to her friends.

A girl unfamiliar to Alya was also taking her own pictures of the statue, more particularly at the Scarabée part of it.

???, whispering: Oh Scarabée...

After getting a good look at the Sculptor, Adrien realizes something.

Adrien, to Théo: Hey, do you go to Lycée Françoise Dupont by any chance?

Théo: Yes I do.

Sabrina: Your work on this statue is incredibly well done!

Théo: Thanks... it took me a few days, but I'm happy I got it done in time.

Adrien: Well you definitely earned it! You really got their features right. *turns to Chloé while smirking* What do you think of Scarabée's features, Chlo?

Chloé didn't bother to entertain her best friend's teasing with a response.

While Chloé was looking lovingly at the Scarabée part of the statue, she gets a notification on her phone.

When she pulls out her phone and looks at the notification, she almost crushes it in her hand.

A photo of Alix with her hand around Monica Bisset's shoulder was now on her screen.

At that point tons of VERY angry thoughts were going through her mind.

"Did it REALLY have to be Monica?!"

"She gets to see Alix's smiling face and hot muscles whenever sports are involved!"

"If I were there, Monica wouldn't even be within ten feet of Ally-Kins!"

Sabrina, noticing how upset she's getting: Chloé... how about we get some snacks on the way to your place?

Chloé, not looking away from her phone: I'll think about it.

The statue ceremony ends and people leave.

Once nearly everyone else is gone, the girl unfamiliar to Alya walks up to her.

???: You're Alya Césaire! I absolutely LOVE your ScaraBlog!

Alya: It's always great to meet a fan! What's your name?

Jolie: I am Jolie Gouin! With the work I finish from Fortuna Academy, the closer I get to becoming an incredible journalist!

Alya: You go to Fortuna Academy?! I heard that place is incredible!

Jolie: Incredible and challenging. But enough talk about school stuff, I wanna talk Superheroines.

Alya: Ah, a language I excel at. What do you wanna know?

Jolie, blushing: Well... how tall is Scarabée actually? What's her favorite colors? What's her favorite food? If she is a lycée student, do you know what school she goes to? Are her eyes naturally that cerulean blue?!

Alya was getting quite overwhelmed by her new friend's barrage of questions.

Alya, teasingly: Whoa there! Were you planning on slipping in a question about Kitty Claws anytime soon?

Jolie, blushing even harder: Sorry, it's just that... Scarabée's so cool and pretty.

When Chloé hears those last five words, her head snaps in the direction of where whose mouth they came from.

Alya: Too bad neither her and Kitty Claws showed up today...

Jolie: If she were here, I tell her how much I admire her! I hope we'd have so much in common if we were to talk. I drew a picture for her to sign. *takes the picture out of her pocket and shows it to Alya* Ignore the candy wrappers please.

Alya, looking at the picture: Whoa! Those Fortuna art classes are no joke.

A very jealous Chloé did NOT like what she was hearing.

Chloé: Adrien, Sabrina. You two can go back without me. I'll be there in a few.

Adrien: I gotta go study now. Hopefully next time. *walks off*

Sabrina, to Chloé: Are you sure?

Chloé, not looking away from Alya and Jolie: Very sure.

Once Adrien and Sabrina walk back to the limousine with André, Chloé quickly runs off to hide so she could transform.

Plagg: Oooooh! Your Itty-Bitty's quite popular with the ladies~

Chloé, getting even more angry: PLAGG, CLAWS OUT!

As Alya and Jolie exchanged numbers, Kitty Claws walks up to the two of them.

Alya, shocked: IT'S KITTY CLAWS!! *immediately starts recording her*

Jolie: Whoa... it is!

Kitty Claws, looking at Jolie: I heard that this little Journalist has a little crush on Scarabée.

Jolie, blushing while looking away from the heroine: Well-

Kitty Claws, with an obviously fake smile: Don't waste your time.

Jolie, shocked: W-wha-

Kitty Claws: You don't have a shot cause I'M Scarabée's type! Itty-Bitty won't waste her precious time with a wannabe Journalist when she has me.

Jolie holds her picture to her chest before running away.

Alya, stopping the recording and shouts angrily: What's your deal?!

Kitty Claws, shocked at Alya's anger: Just looking out for MY Itty-Bitty! *turns around and runs off*

When Alya realizes that Jolie was long gone, she tries to call her only for her call to be ignored.

Jolie, still running: What does Scarabée see in HER?!

Jolie slows down until she stops running and leans again a building.

Jolie, looking at her picture of Scarabée: You deserve someone WAY better than Kitty Claws. Why don't you see that?! I bet she's the type to think of love as some game to win! I would be the girlfriend you deserve...

Jolie rages about how Kitty Claws does not take love seriously and how she, not KC, deserves to be with Scarabée.

Hawkmoth: Disappointed by Scarabée's choice of partner and jealous of Kitty Claws. The perfect formula for disaster! Fly away my little akuma and evilize her.

Hawkmoth, sensing Jolie's jealousy and anger sends out an akuma. The akuma lands on the picture of Scarabée.

Hawkmoth: Hello Dupli-Cat, I'm Hawkmoth. Once you get rid of Kitty Claws, you can take her place. And Scarabée will be yours forever!

Jolie: The very thought makes me purr~

Jolie Gouin is then transformed into Dupli-Cat.

Dupli-Cat: Time to ruin Kitty Claws' reputation and win Scarabée over! The Louvre would be a great place to start.

After putting her drawing in her left pocket, Dupli-Cat transforms into an exact duplicate of Kitty Claws and jumping from rooftop to rooftop in the direction of the Louvre.

~~~~~At a local chocolaterie~~~~~

Chloé was buying several pounds of chocolate for herself Adrien and Sabrina.

When she left the chocolaterie, Plagg flies out of her purse.

Plagg: I don't think it was the best idea to make that Journalist girl cry...

Chloé: Hey, I HAD to put her in her place! Besides, if she were to get akumatized, I'll handle her with the help of MY Scarabée.

Plagg: Human jealous and envy are such confusing emotions. How are you this upset about the thought of both Alix and Scarabée being around other girls when you AREN'T dating neither of them?

Chloé: Another word outta you and you're fuel source will be MY chocolate for a week. Now, let's get these chocolates back to Mt room.

~~~~~At Flying Wheels Arena~~~~~

The Brutal Beauties were taking a break when Nathaniel and Luka brought them drinks.

Nathaniel: Shame how Jalil couldn't make it to watch you practice.

Alix: It's cool. I told him it was okay for him to watch Ella and Etta for Alya after all.

Luka: Even how he was with us, he’s gonna be so protective of those two.

Monica, running up to them: Alix! *pushes Luka out the way* how are you sticker designs going?!

Alix: There going along. There aren't many people who would ask for commissions though. Speaking of stickers, there are a few a want you guys to see.

Alix then puts her hand into her duffel bag and pulls out the stickers she made.

One was Nathaniel's name in an artist and messy painting font, one was Luka's name in an elegantly colored algerian font, and the Brutal Beauties logo boldly colored in a britannic bold font.

Monica: So cool! Can I have the Brutal Beauties one?!

Alix: Of course! I made one for all of us after all.

Monica: Oh... *internally* Why can't they be OUR thing?!

Nathaniel: These are so cool! I'll put it on my new sketch book

Luka: Mine's going right on my guitar case.

Alix: I gave some to Jalil before I left. I bet Ella and Etta really like them too.

~~~~~At the Louvre~~~~~

Alya had just got to the Louvre to pick up the twins for Jalil.

What she didn't expect to see was her older sister's best friend covered in stickers.

Ella and Etta, running up to Alya: ALYA'S HERE!

Alya: Sorry if the twins were too much trouble Jalil.

Jalil: They weren't any trouble at all. They remind of Alix when she was their age.

Alya, taking out her phone: Just so you know, I'm taking a picture to send to Nora.

Jalil: I'd be shocked if you didn't.

After Alya takes the picture of Jalil, who everyone thought was Kitty Claws walks into the Louvre.

Ella: *gasps* Alya look!

Etta: It's Kitty Claws!

Alya, starts to frown: What's she doing here?

Jalil, noticing her sudden mood change: You okay?

While everyone else around the four took their phones out and started taking pictures, Kitty Claws(?) walks closer to the Mona Lisa and steps over the ribbon to get even closer.

Kitty Claws(?): Don't mind me, just stealing this painting. Just go about your business. *grabs the painting and causes the alarm to go off*

When the Security Guard tries to grab her, she kicks him into the wall across the room and she then poses for the cameras.

She then notices that Alya's there and turns to fully face her.

Kitty Claws(?): Make sure you get this for your ScaraBlog; Kitty Claws is the baddest cat in Paris now! *quickly leaves*

Jalil: I have in INCREDIBLY bad feeling about this...

Alya: You're not the only one.

Ella: Alya?

Etta: Is Kitty Claws bad now?

Alya: That's... a tough question to answer right now.

Jalil: Don't worry, girls! I'm sure that Scarabée can handle her cat being mean.

Ella and Etta: *giggles*

Alya, sighs in relief before looking at Jalil: Thanks.

Jalil: No problem.

Alya, frustrated: First the incident with Jolie and now THIS?! I gotta make a new ScaraBlog video!

Little did Alya know, Jalil was internally freaking out.

Jalil, internally: Alix, if you ARE Scarabée, how are you gonna fix a partner gone bad?!

Once the news of Kitty Claws stealing from the Louvre went life, Chloé and Alix had two VERY different reactions.

~~~~~At the Flying Wheels Arena~~~~~

Luka, watching the news on his phone: You guys may wanna check this out. *shows Alix and Nathaniel his phone*

Nathaniel: Is Kitty Claws REALLY stealing from the Louvre?! Mr. Kubdel's gotta be passed.

Alix, internally: There's NO WAY that this is Kitty Claws. It's an Akuma for sure.

Luka: Alix, you got really quiet.

Nathaniel: I know what you're thinking.

Alix, shocked: You do?!

Nathaniel, smirking: Realizing that you're into bad girls must be such a mental challenge.

Alix, quickly taking off one of her skates: I will hit you with this.

Luka: I don't think this is the time for joking or violence.

~~~~~At Le Grand Paris~~~~~

Sabrina, watching the news on her phone: There's NO WAY that Kitty Claws is a thief!

Chloé, internally: This HAS to be that Journalist that Césaire was hanging out earlier! She's trying to ruin my reputation!

Sabrina, looking over at Chloé: Are you okay? You're gripping your phone a little too hard.

Sabrina, hearing her ring tone: That must be one of the other officers my dad got to take me home. See you tomorrow, Chloé. *quickly leaves*

Plagg, after hearing the door close: *flies out of Chloé's purse* Whoa, you must have really gotten to that girl if she's trying to frame you for theft.

Chloé: Hey, it's not MY fault that she's a jealous little brat!

Plagg: *rolls his eyes* Projecting much?

Chloé: Plagg, Claws out!

~~~~~Back at Flying Wheels Arena~~~~~

Alix was on the phone with Alim making sure that he was alright.

Alix: And you, Jalil, Alya, and the twins aren't hurt?

Alim: No sweetie, she just took the Mona Lisa, kicked one of our Security Guards and left. He's alright though.

Alix: Great, I'll be there soon! Love you. *hangs up*

Ondine, walking up to Alix: Is your family okay?

Alix: Yeah, they're fine, but cops are surrounding the Louvre. It'll be for the best if we end practice for today.

Socqueline: Is Kitty Claws actually a thief now?

Monica: There's no way! Kitty Claws is too awesome!

Alix: I'm sure Scarabée will be there to clear up this incredibly abnormal situation.

After they all leave the roller rink, Nathaniel and Luka refuse to leave Alix's side.

Alix: Guys, I told you that my dad and Jalil are alright.

Nathaniel: With how unpredictable this day has been, we're NOT taking any chances.

Luka: I have to agree with Nate on this.

Alix, internally: DAMNIT YOU TWO! I HAVE TO TRANSFORM SO I CAN INVESTIGATE!!

After they begin fast walking, Alix gets a notification on her phone from the ScaraBlog.

She takes her headphones out of her duffel bag, contacts them to her phone, and watches the ScaraBlog's newest video while continuing to walk with Nathaniel and Luka.

After the three of them managed to quickly get to the Louvre, they saw Kitty Claws talking to Officer Raincomprix.

They also noticed that several other officers surrounded her.

Kitty Claws: For the LAST TIME, I didn't steal the Mona Lisa. I'm being framed!

Roger: And I'm telling you to take a quick look inside-

Kitty Claws: I KNOW that cop trick! When I go into the Louvre, you're gonna trap me inside.

Roger: Wha-

While Kitty Claws talked with ranted at Officer Raincomprix, Alim and Jalil saw Alix with Nathaniel and Luka.

Alim, running towards them: Alix! Boys!

Jalil, right behind Alim: Are you all alright!?

Alix: We came here to ask you two that!

Nathaniel: Where are Alya and the twins?

Alim: They went home. *turns in the direction of Kitty Claws and Roger* Speaking of clearly upset teens...

Kitty Claws: If you think that I'm not only dumb enough to steal the Mona Lisa, but to also come back to the scene of the crime as well, you MUST really be bad at your job!

Roger: Why you-

Kitty Claws: Magic is obviously real and you don't think that someone would MAGICALLY transform into me if they wanted my reputation to be ruined?!

Roger: I will NOT be disrespected-

Alim, walking to them: That's quite enough, Officer Raincomprix. I'll take it from here.

Roger hesitates before begrudgingly walking away with the surrounding officers following him.

Alim: Sorry about him, Kitty Claws. You'd think he'd act more like a father than a cop when speaking with teenagers.

Kitty Claws: It's okay...

Alix, Jalil, Nathaniel, and Luka then run up to the two of them.

Alix: Don't worry, Kitty Claws! We know you're not a thief.

Kitty Claws, internally: Ally-Kins' roller derby uniform looks even hotter in person!

Nathaniel, smirking: Just so you know, Alix ESPECIALLY didn't lose faith in you!

Kitty Claws, blushing: Oh...

Alix, blushing as well: You shut it! *punches Nathaniel's arm*

Nathaniel, rubbing his arm: Ow! I regret nothing!

Luka: Kitty Claws, does Scarabée know about this whole situation?

Kitty Claws: I don't know. I tried to call her, but she won't answer.

Luka: Why don't we all help you out until she gets here?

Alix: Hold on-

Jalil: Actually, me, Alix and dad WILL stay here in case that imposter comes back. Nate and Luka, you two will be helping out Scarabée!

Nathaniel: That's a great plan too!

Alix, internally: Thank you, Jalil! *speaks out loud* Before I go, I think I have something that might help Scarabée tell you two apart.

Alix then opens her duffel bag and pulls out another sticker she had made.

This one was Kitty Claws' name in green and black. Designed as to make it seem it was written in cat scratches.

Kitty Claws, taking the sticker: Whoa! This is REALLY cool.

Alix: I wanted to wait so I could give to both you and Scarabée at the same time, but clearly that won't happen for a couple of reasons .

Kitty Claws then quickly sticks the sticker on the side of her left thigh.

After the Kubdels go inside, Nathaniel and Luka discuss the situation with Kitty Claws.

Kitty Claws: The girl is some wannabe Journalist. And judging by the uniform I saw her in earlier, she goes to Fortuna Academy.

Luka: Do you know WHY this girl was akumatized?

Kitty Claws: ... That's classified information!

Luka, shocked: Okay...?

Kitty Claws: All I'm gonna tell you is that she has an utterly lame crush on Scarabée.

Nathaniel: Not much to go off on, but I can work with this. *takes a pencil and piece of paper out of his bag* Scarabée's gonna invite the bad cat on a date.

While Luka and Kitty Claws watched Nathaniel write what they believe is a love letter, Alix had just finished changing out of her roller derby uniform.

Alix, walking right pass Alim and Jalil: Dad! Jalil! I'm going to get the ingredients you need for dinner! *runs off*

After managing to leave the Louvre without Kitty Claws or the boys noticing her, Alix quickly hides away to transform.

Tikki, flying out of Alix's hair: Who would wanna frame Kitty Claws?

Alix: I think I have an idea. Tikki, Spots On!

After transforming, Scarabée quickly uses her yo-yo to check certain posts online.

Lots of people were posting about "Kitty Claws" trashing Sweet Paris Creperie & Café.

Scarabée, putting her yo-yo away: Got your location, faker. *jumps on top of the Louvre*

After Nathaniel finishes with the letter, Scarabée Landa in from of the three of them.

Kitty Claws, beaming: Itty-Bitty!

Scarabée: Sorry I'm late Kitty. Was doing so investigating on my own.

Luka: Did you find out anything?

Scarabée: Yeah, she currently at Sweet Paris Creperie & Café making a mess as people record her.

Kitty Claws, whining: NO! I like it there...

Scarabée: What have you guys got so far?

Nathaniel: Not much. Just that she’s crushing on you and wants to ruin Kitty Claws' reputation. Made a love letter for this plan we came up with though. *shows Scarabée the love letter*

Scarabée then takes the letter from Nathaniel and begins to read it.

"Kitty Claws, I'm not sure what's going on with you today, but I wanna be there for you and talk with you about whatever's got you so troubled. Meet me at the Flying Wheels Arena roller rink. We can eat pizza, drink some soda and hopefully talk about and fix this whole situation together."

"❤️Your loyal partner, Scarabée.🖤"

Nathaniel: And thanks to our friend Alix's awesome stickers, you won't be choosing the wrong Kitty Claws. It's on the side of her left thigh.

Luka: Me and Nathaniel are gonna take the letter to her, while you and Kitty Claws wait at the roller rink.

Scarabée: Great, me and KC could use the bit of alone time to talk about this anyway. *glances at Kitty Claws*

Kitty Claws: *looks away from Scarabée while pouting*

Nathaniel: There's one thing I don't get.

Luka: What's that?

Nathaniel: Since that faker is crushing on Scarabée, wouldn't have made more sense if she was akumatized into a villain that could take out Kitty Claws and NOT an exact duplicate of the heroine she wants Scarabée to hate?

Kitty Claws and Luka: ...

Scarabée, giving the letter back to Nathaniel: Shot in the dark, but what if she has a second form? One to ruin KC's reputation and the other to replace her as my partner?

Nathaniel: That... actually makes sense.

Kitty Claws: And adds another reason for us to be careful when she gets to the roller rink.

Luka: She should at least still be around the Café, let's go Nate!

Nathaniel, putting the letter in his bag: Right!

After Nathaniel and Luka in the direction of the Sweet Paris Creperie & Café, Scarabée and Kitty Claws jumped from rooftop to rooftop in the direction of the Flying Wheels Arena roller rink.

~~~~~At Sweet Paris Creperie & Café~~~~~

By the time Nathaniel and Luka got there, the phony feline heroine was throwing crepes against a wall while people recorded her with their phones.

Nathaniel: Good thing we managed to get here before Roger and the other cops.

Luka, shouting: Hey, Kitty Claws!

Kitty Claws(?): *quickly turns to face them*

Nathaniel: Scarabée sent us here to give you something! *quickly pulls the letter out of his bag*

Kitty Claws(?), quickly walking up to them: Oooh! Gimme! *snatches the letter from Nathaniel*

After quickly reading the letter, Kitty Claws(?) puts it in her pocket and immediately leaves the Café.

Kitty Claws(?), running in the direction of Flying Wheels Arena: This is perfect! Once "Kitty Claws" ruins Scarabée's sweet little comfort date, Dupli-Cat will be there to comfort and love her.

~~~~~At the Flying Wheels Arena roller rink~~~~~

Realizing that Kitty Claws isn't really gonna explain the situation to her, Scarabée brings it up.

Scarabée, in a stern tone: Kitty?

Kitty Claws, obviouslyly nervous: Yes, my precious and understanding Itty-Bitty?

Scarabée: I've noticed that you've been quite upset regarding this particular Akuma.

Kitty Claws: I mean... ALL akuma upset me-

Scarabée, cutting her off: If it wasn't for the ScaraBlog, I wouldn't even know that you made quite the memorable appearance at the statue ceremony when it ended.

After walking closer to Kitty Claws, Scarabée then uses her yo-yo to play Alya's newest ScaraBlog video which she made and posted from the Louvre before taking the twins home.

Alya in the video: I know you all must be shocked by Kitty Claws' sudden act of stealing. But she's wasn't the best before that...

Kitty Claws' face becomes VERY pale as the video of her going off on Jolie plays.

Kitty Claws, muttering: Shit.

Scarabée: While it's clear that you didn't rob the Louvre, you DID upset that girl and cause her to get akumatized.

Kitty Claws, frowning: I'm sorry... it just that I wasn't having the best of days-

Scarabée, cutting her off again: TAKING OUT YOUR FRUSTRATIONS ON A CIVILIAN WAS THE WORST THING YOU COULD'VE DONE!

Kitty Claws was so caught off guard by Scarabée screaming at her, she couldn't respond.

Scarabée: After all of this whole situation is fixed, you ARE going to apologize to that girl and clear things up with Alya on the ScaraBlog.

Kitty Claws: Yes Ma'am.

Scarabée: Good. Now go hide, we don't need the our faker to immediately spot you.

Kitty Claws, pouting: The akuma is most likely in the picture she drew of you. It'll probably be in her costume's pocket.

Scarabée: Thanks for the tip. Now hide.

The thought of Scarabée being upset with with her nearly broke Kitty Claws' heart.

Kitty Claws, internally: I WILL make it up to you, Itty-Bitty. *hides behind the concession stand

Outside of the Flying Wheels Arena roller rink, Kitty Claws(?) was standing in front of the door.

Kitty Claws(?): I'm sorry for how rude I'm about to be, Scarabée...

The second Kitty Claws(?) walks through the door, Scarabée's yo-yo is immediately wrapped around her waist.

Before she could react, she quickly pulled right in front of Scarabée.

Kitty Claws(?) couldn't help by blush as she looked down at Scarabée.

Especially with how close the two of them were.

Scarabée, looking up at her: Kitty... I heard you weren't on your best behavior!~

Kitty Claws(?), blushing even harder: Hahahahaha...

Hawkmoth, communicating with her: YOUR HANDS AREN'T TRAPPED! GET HER MIRACULOUS NOW!

Kitty Claws(?): Damnit Hawkmoth! You blew my cover!

Scarabée was so cool to grabbing the paper from her left pocket.

Unfortunately for her, Kitty Claws noticed the glowing butterfly mask and decided to jump into action.

She jumps out from her hiding place, lands onto the fake KC which untied the yo-yo from around her waist, and pulls a piece of paper out of her right pocket.

Scarabée, noticing the white piece of paper: KC! NO!

Kitty Claws: Cataclysm! *quickly uses it on the paper and watches it turn to dust* Where's the Akuma?!

Scarabée: GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!

After kicking Kitty Claws off of her and into a wall, Dupli-Cat transforms back into her Dupli-Cat outfit.

Dupli-Cat: You would NOT believe how much I wanted to get out of that outfit! Scarabée, this between me and Kitty Claws. Cataclysm! *activates her own cataclysm* Unlike Kitty Claws', mine won't go to waist.

After getting back up, Kitty Claws then runs up next to Scarabée while getting her baton ready.

Kitty Claws: Itty-Bitty, I am so-

Scarabée: Apologize later, distract her! We gotta finish this fast before you transform back.

Kitty Claws then goes to fight Dupli-Cat while avoiding her cataclysm.

Dupli-Cat: Absolutely incredible! You don't need MY help to make Scarabée hate you.

Kitty Claws, obviouslyly angry: SHUT THE FUCK UP!

When Dupli-Cat dodges Kitty Claws scratch, the heroine ends up cutting the table behind her in half.

Dupli-Cat, with a smirk: Ooooh! Did I touch a nerve?

While those two continued their face throughout the roller rink, Scarabée uses her Lucky Charm and watches as roller blades fall into her hands.

When she uses her Lucky Vision, she spots Kitty Claws, a table near the two fighting cats, the roller blades, and her yo-yo.

She then begins to tightly strap the roller blades onto her yo-yo.

Scarabée, swinging around her roller bladed yo-yo: KC! Get rid of that cataclysm!

Kitty Claws, still dodging hits: On it!

After managing to dodge a couple more attempts of Dupli-Cat's attacks by cataclysm, Kitty Claws grabs Dupli-Cat's wrist and slams it into the table next to them which causes her to end up using her cataclysm to destroy it.

Quite upset, Dupli-Cat grabs Kitty Claws and throws them both down in the concession stand.

After a few seconds, two Kitty Clawses jumped out.

Kitty Claws(?): Scarabée, it's me. I'm the REAL Kitty Claws.

Scarabée: Okay, show me the side of your left thigh then.

Kitty Claws(?): Wait what-

Without hesitating, the real Kitty Claws turns to the side and shows Scarabée her sticker.

Scarabée then quickly flings her yo-yo around the fake Kitty Claws.

Once her elbows are tied to her sides, the roller blades end up smacking her in face, which sends her falling to the ground.

Kitty Claws then takes the akumatized item out of her pocket and rips it in half, freeing the akuma.

After unwrapping her yo-yo from Jolie, Scarabée immediately catches the butterfly with it, purifies it and sets it free.

When she uses her Miraculous Cure, everything is fixed and/or put back where it was before.

This includes the Mona Lisa going back to the Louvre and Sweet Paris Creperie & Café being fixed up.

When Jolie turns back to normal, she quickly gets up with an embarrassed look on her face.

Kitty Claws turns away from Scarabée and Jolie with a frown.

Before she goes to leave, Scarabée grabs her wrist.

Scarabée: Aren't you forgetting something?

Kitty Claws, blushing: O-oh!

Kitty Claws happily takes a quick selfie with Scarabée before turning to Jolie.

Kitty Claws: Call Alya, I'd like to apologize to you later.

Jolie, shocked: Oh! Okay. Where should we meet?

Kitty Claws: Sweet Paris Creperie & Café, of course! *quickly leaves the roller rink*

After noticing the drawing, Scarabée picks it up.

Scarabée: This is a great drawing of me.

Jolie: Thanks! Can you sign it?

Scarabée: Of course!

Scarabée then quickly pulls a pen out of her yo-yo and signs the drawing.

Jolie: Also... I am SO sorry I let my negative emotions get the better of me after Kitty Claws told me you two were dating.

Scarabée, confused: Wait, but we're not-

Scarabée's interrupted by the beeping of her earrings.

Scarabée: When you appear on the ScaraBlog with Kitty Claws, ask her about the dating thing. If she doesn't tell the truth, I WILL know! *quickly leaves the roller rink*

After Scarabée leaves, Jolie looks at her signed drawing of Scarabée before she calls Alya.

Jolie: Hey Alya, are you up for an interview with Kitty Claws at Sweet Paris Creperie & Café? Don't worry I will explain everything once we get there.

~~~~~Later that day~~~~~

After eating dinner with her family, Alix was watching the latest ScaraBlog video.

Alya, in the video: So let me get this straight, Jolie was the one who stole the Mona Lisa and trashed Sweet Paris... because she was akumatized due to Kitty Claws lying about her relationship status with Scarabée?

Kitty Claws, in the video: That's right. And I can't apologize enough for how I behaved today. It was messed up of me to take my bad day out on Jolie.

Jolie, in the video: For the LAST time Kitty Claws, it's okay! Not everyone is perfect, that involves Superheroines or Superheroes.

Alix, putting her phone in her pocket: I'm turning in for the night.

Alim and Jalil, in unison: Good night, Alix!

When Alix goes into her room, she closes and locks the door.

Tikki, flying towards her from the bed: You're not going to bed, are you?

Alix: Nope. Tikki, spots on!

After transforming yet again, Scarabée grabs a bunch of her stickers out of the duffel back before leaving out of her opened window.

~~~~~At Le Grand Paris~~~~~

Chloé was eating a crepe outside by the pool while Plagg ate his camembert cheese.

Plagg: That was cool of you to apologize to that girl AND donate lots of euros to that Café.

Chloé: I just wish I could apologize to Itty-Bitty. I wonder where she is?

Scarabée: *swings pass the hotel while looking straight ahead*

Chloé: ...

Plagg: Found her-

Chloé: Plagg, Claws Out!

After Scarabée lands on the Eiffel Tower, she slaps her final sticker onto a part of it.

Scarabée: And that's the last one!

Kitty Claws, landing behind her: Hey there, Itty-Bitty!

Scarabée: Oh hey, KC.

Kitty Claws then noticed the pink red and black Scarabée sticker in an action like font.

Kitty Claws: That sticker...

Scarabée: I liked the one that Alix gave you so much, I just HAD to get mine from her and put'em all around Paris. That's why I'm here though. What are you doing here?

Kitty Claws: I actually came to apologize for my shitty behavior earlier. You did say apologize later all.

Scarabée: *chuckles* That I did... saw your video on the ScaraBlog, good work!

Kitty Claws, blushing: Thank you, Itty-Bitty!~

Scarabée then surprises Kitty Claws by using her yo-yo to pull her closer.

Scarabée, whispering: Don't let something like this happen again, please?

Kitty Claws, blushing even harder: O-of course I won't, Itty-Bitty! I promise!

Scarabée: Good.

After unwrapping her yo-yo from around Kitty Claws, Scarabée jumps off the Eiffel Tower and graceful swings away while Kitty Claws watched in awe.

Kitty Claws, shouting: MY ITTY-BITTY'S SO COOL!

Inspired by: @emdoddles @princess-of-the-corner @muggle-born-princess @dcschart @justanotherpersonsuniverse @symphonic-scream

[flightfoot]

Marinette's confession is an interesting parallel to Kin's confession to Choel in the first season.

Chloé: And that's right, in a 24 karat gold frame. Deliver it to Le Grand Paris Hotel and bill it to Daddykins, uh, I mean, Mr. Bourgeois. (stops after noticing Kim) What are you doing here? Kim: (nervously) I-I... Chloé: (mockingly) You-You... Kim (clears throat and kneels down in a puddle of water) Will you be my Valentine? (presents a brooch to Chloé) (A passing bike splashes water in Kim's face, and a chip bag blowing in the wind sticks to him.) Chloé: (gasps) Don't move! (Chloé takes a humiliating photo of Kim then hits the send button.) Chloé Wait till everyone gets a load of this! Hahahaha! No offense, Kim, but my heart's saved for someone more awesome than you. (Chloé begins to walk off before turning back.) Chloé: Don't you just hate how harsh love can be? (Kim drops the brooch and pulls the chip bag off his face and begins to sob)

Huh, you know, kinda, yeah. Chloe even took a humiliating picture of Kim to rub in his face, like she did with Marinette.

You know, I wish this had been referenced in Derision. I get that the team had a limited runtime to work with, but Kim's apology at the end of the episode would have felt more genuine I think if someone had connected the dots for him that the "prank" he pulled on Marinette made her feel a bit like he did in this moment, only much worse. Like, ask him whether Chloe snapping this picture, laughing at his face, and sending it to people was also a funny prank, and then see the wheels turn in his head as he realized just why people were upset with him about the pranks he pulled, even though he didn't MEAN to actually hurt people with them.

[megilins]

It was the summer of 2010, and as all the summers before, the twin-like cousins Adrien Agreste and Felix Fathom were dropped off by their parents at the luxurious hotel Le Grand Paris, where their spoiled friend, Chloé Burgoise, lives. As per usual, Mrs. Nathalie Sancoeur, hotel manager, tries to keep everything in order, so as the teens won’t cause mischief on every turn. However, this summer is different, not just because Chloe’s long-lost sister, Zoé, returned to Paris, but also a very cute aspiring baker, Marinette Dupain-Cheng is attending an apprenticeship at the hotel’s bakery...

[generalluxun]

Fanfiction: Reciprocation Chapter 5

Summary: Felix returns to Paris to attempt and secure the services of an ally, then execute his plan to free himself from his Uncle's grip forever.

Author's Note: We're almost through Act 1! As always, comments and even critiques are welcome. Full text after the break, link to my AO3 where this is posted in my bio. I hope you enjoy.

Felix : I will be in Paris this afternoon, I will be available.

Chloé : Really? We should meet up! There's so much going on right now! I'll fill you in on all the details! Where? A new restaurant opened up last week that hasn't had a chance to disappoint me yet.

Felix : The hotel is fine. The company is the important thing.

Chloé : Of course! You are so right! We can have room service and sit on my balcony. It's the best place in all of Paris to watch little people going about their business.

Felix: No one else, just the two of us.

Chloé : Felix! Well, I suppose I can arrange it. I'm ever so busy you know, but I will make time for you. It can't be for too long of course. Busy, so very busy with my peers.

Felix : Two o'clock, give me fifteen minutes of leeway before you worry.

Chloé : Two? Oh I'll pencil you in. A nice early afternoon tea. It'll be fabulous, utterly fabulous. I'll be sure everyone is out by the time you arrive. Text me if you are early and I will see about hurrying them along! Ta ta for now!

Felix had been in position since one. A small camera drone sat on the ledge of a nearby building, providing him an excellent view of the balcony. Felix himself was tucked out of sight a block away, observing.

Chloé had been on her balcony even before he arrived. She had rearranged furniture three times; she had gone in and come out wearing different outfits, four. The only other people Felix had seen were the waitstaff setting out the tea service at a quarter to two.

It was now ten after. Chloé had been on and off her phone repeatedly in the last ten minutes. She had primped and fidgeted, pausing only to call at a knock at her door. Felix himself had arranged for this message, letting her know he would indeed be a few minutes late. He observed as she posed with excessive disinterest until she realized it was staff and not himself. She berated the bellhop quickly before returning to fidgeting.

Perfect. Felix set the drone to fly south until it ran out of power or crashed into something. He pocketed the control and his phone, straightened his cuffs, and headed into Le Grand Paris.

He strode through the lobby with a comfortable surety. Everything was going to plan. Which was why he couldn't account for the sudden inspiration that had him flick his hidden blade out as he passed an arrangement on the way to the elevator. A pass of his hand over the blooms, the blade was out and back without ever being seen. In its wake, a single blossom and its green stem were left free in his grip. Felix frowned at the flower for a moment before continuing on.

His knock at her suite was greeted with a faint but clear, "Come in."

He stepped onto the balcony to that same image of casual distraction he had seen on the screen minutes ago. She was the perfect picture of French dissolution. Her long blond hair was down, straight with gentle curls around her shoulders. A powder blue sundress with a wide white collar was cut close-fitting and short. Fetching and impractical heels on her feet, and with a gesture she revealed nails painted in gradients of sky blue to round out the image. The effect lasted for mere seconds.

Chloé was up out of her seat and approaching with arms spread wide. Felix braced, but surprisingly she checked herself at the last second. She brought her arms in and folded them. He was able to pick out the effort in her stance at restraining herself. "Felix! You made it! How good of you to come, though really, where else in Paris can you go for good company?"

Felix relaxed, having tensed for nothing it would seem. To cover his adjustment he held out the flower. Why did it have to be a rose? "Of course, it would have been rude of me not to visit. Whatever my fool of a cousin may have done, it is not between us, right?"

Chloé took the rose, her voice aloof as she brought it to her nose as if there weren't two dozen in a vase back in her foyer every day. "Definitely not. Let Adri-nobody do whatever he wants. Come, have tea, and we will chat."

She might try to play it off, but autonomic responses didn't lie. Chloé's pupils had dilated the moment he offered the flower. Her body language was full of little primps and tics that signaled just how effective the impromptu gesture had been. Felix felt a familiar satisfaction at having the target on the hook so quickly. Disconcertingly, he also felt an unfamiliar one at seeing the intensity of her reaction.

Tea was accomplished on autopilot. Felix had endured company of all kinds alongside his mother at tea time. It could be said in Chloé’s favor that she was, at least, very animated when it came to the affair. There were many ‘dead fish’ when it came to conversation. Those who could not hold small talk, and yet could not endure the comfortable silences Felix preferred.

Felix spent more time observing, biding his time, than he did actively engaging. Chloé seemed content to hold both sides of a conversation with little encouragement. Still, phrases and moments stuck with him unexpectedly.

The sun hitting her hair at just the right angle, igniting it in a spray of shimmering gold as she covered her mouth in one of her ridiculously over the top laughs.

That name from before, Lila, popping up over and over as she spoke. The shift from nothing to most prevalent was striking.

At one point she refilled her cup halfway, dropped in three sugars -something he knew she did not take in her tea- placed it on a saucer, and held it out to her side for several seconds while regaling him of her mother’s plans for a summer line. Pausing for breath she looked over and seemed to startle at the cup’s position. She set it down quickly, as if it might be a viper, and pushed it away from herself. She did not pick it up again.

Abruptly, the tempo shifted. Chloé aimed a madeline at him and said in a non sequitur to her previous comments. “So, Felix, why are you here?”

Felix was nonplussed. He’d been following her flow, he thought, but this, a jarring shift to business. He picked up his cup and sipped to buy time. “Whatever do you mean, Chloé? Didn’t you say it yourself? We can maintain cordial relations no matter what my cousin has done.”

She took a bite from the cookie, leaving a supremely distracting crumb at the corner of her mouth. “I did, and for me that’s enough. However as you so vehemently declared, you are Felix . You don’t set foot in Paris for a minute longer than you have to, without a reason.”

The picture should have been a clue. Felix forced himself to reevaluate his approach. He matched her body language, copying her lean in and smug conspiritous expression. “You’ve become more observant. That is quite the new development. I think I may just like it.”

True to form, she preened at the compliment, fluffing the curled ends of her hair. “Lila has been teaching me all about how to tell if someone is telling the truth or lying to you. She says I’m a natural.”

“I’ll have to meet this Lila…?” Felix fished.

“Rossi, Lila Rossi.” Chloé supplied. “Her mother is an ambassador. She models for Gabriel. She once spent an entire year in Africa helping at a wildlife preserve alongside her father. She’s quite the young starlet about town.”

Felix filed that name away. “I see. Well, since I can hide nothing from you anymore, I suppose I should come clean.”

Chloé leaned in again, elbows on the table in her excitement. Once more Felix felt that illogical satisfaction at the intensity of her reaction. “Do tell, I’m all ears.”

Felix steepled his fingers and held the anticipation for a moment more before beginning. “I need your help.” Pause for explosion…

“My help?! Oh Felikins, all you had to do was ask. You didn’t need to come all the way to Paris for that. What are friends for, right? I’m not the Mayor’s daughter for nothing. If I can put up with all those horrid parties with all those crusty old men fawning and pawing, then I might as well get something out of it, and I can share that something with my peers.” Her voice dropped from the expected heights into unexpected lows. “We are peers , right Felix? I’m only supposed to associate with my peers. ”

Something was at play, something unaccounted for. To Felix’s ear her pain was genuine, which was one of the very few things about her that could be considered as such. That space for satisfaction turned to unease and prickled the inside of his skull. A drastic measure arose and was executed before good sense could examine it.

He placed his hand, palm down, between them on the table. “We are, Chloé.”

As if from outside himself, Felix saw her reaching naturally for his hand, but as before she checked herself. Regret had just enough time to hope, then she completed the gesture slowly, laying her hand atop his. He breathed out. It was stupid, it was childish, it was a gesture no sensible person would execute or accept. It was not how he lived. There was an overload sensation tied to it, a burning that he knew was entirely psychosomatic. Felix forced himself to endure.

Chloé’s hand gave his a little squeeze. He looked up and saw hope in her eyes, but quickly dashed. She pulled her hand back suddenly, stuffing it under the table and looking away. He failed to suppress a shiver of relief, or a strange lingering disquiet that followed. Why did she withdraw?

She collected herself. “So then, peer . What is it you want?”

There was no venom in her voice, but something else. Something Felix could not track, though he found himself wanting to. He did not like unknowns. More pressing concerns took precedence though. “Something you are uniquely able to provide: time.”

She stared blankly at him, and Felix felt some small part of the world right itself. In his mind he picked up the scattered pages of his prepared speech and began anew.

“I am here in Paris to accomplish something. To do it, I must have Shadowmoth distracted. I need to know when he will be distracted, and I need to be sure it will be for a good length of time. What better way to accomplish this than to have him busy with one of his petty akumatizations? How to be sure of when and where it might happen, though? He is inconsistent and the quality of his work is spotty at best.

However, you Chloé, seem able to draw his eyes to you almost on demand. Your akumatizations are diverse and, history indicates, often quite powerful. You have all the qualities needed to make this work. So tell me Chloé,” Felix spread his hands, finishing with Adrienesque innocence that had served him on many occasions, “Will you help me?”

The speech was calculated to play to her ego. The complex cadence of his arguments left her visibly struggling to understand what he was asking; that was calculated too. Felix needed her to agree. If she didn't, this trip was a waste.

Eventually a self-satisfied smirk turned up her lips, he rejoiced at his eventual success.  “You want me to get myself akumatized, Felikins?”

He folded his hands on the table. “No one else will do. I need someone who can last long enough for me to finish my work.”

Chloé puffed up. “Ladybug? And that silly cat?”

Felix shook his head. “There is no need to defeat, or even engage them, unless Shadowmoth becomes irate. I need him distracted, and nothing more.”

Her smirk grew more malevolent; that small new part of him growled in displeasure. “So then, this is really just about playing a prank on stupid Shadowmoth?”

Righteous indignation let slip, “More than a prank, much more.”

Chloé actually caught him. “Are you going to tell me what?”

Exposed, he slipped into bargaining. “After I have succeeded, I will share with you. Call me superstitious. I do not wish to discuss it until it is accomplished.”

She gave him a disbelieving ‘hmph’ at that, but turned thoughtful, which surprised him. She looked out over the Paris skyline in the bustling afternoon. “I won’t ever be Queen Bee again, but you’re saying I can still stick it to Shadow lame . Is it something that’s really gonna make him mad?”

Felix was filing things away faster than comfortable. A simple exercise had suddenly opened far too many lines of inquiry. His answer, though, was sure, “He will be absolutely furious with the results.”

Chloé turned back, clenching one well manicured hand into a fist under her chin. “Then count me in.”

The first great hurdle cleared. Felix tilted his head, ”There is one more thing.”

Chloé sat back, folding her arms in a genuine pout this time. “Of course.”

He let it slide, trying to smother that little voice that was snickering at that pout, not mocking, but in amusement. “I need you to keep this, all of it , a secret. You can gloat all day in your head. I’ll make the whole ordeal worth your time however you like, but I need you to never speak of it to anyone, ever . I am putting more faith in you than many would deem wise, is it justified?”

She didn’t answer right away. She looked at him, away from him, back, and again. Her curls swished her shoulders each time, spilling forward and back. She sat up, blue eyes boring into him with an inquisitive intensity. In lieu of an answer, she reached out and laid her hand on the table, face down. Her eyes flicked down to that hand, then back to him.

Bloody woman. History rose up within Felix to rail against the idea of cunning behind those eyes. Cunning was not her way. Cunning was something above all these addled fools who circled his cousin. Cunning was… attractive.

Felix’s stomach turned at the notion. Candlelights, serenades, long walks, and whispered words battered him with the club of popular media. It was meaningless frivolity beyond boring. However… that damned voice suggested, what harm is there in simply recognizing value where it exists? Value. Value in this teeming mass of creatures, a society of genetic accidents? Ha! The mere thought sent his already primed mind to imagining the act of genetic propagation. No.

The voice pointed out: It’s a hand.

It was. Five slender fingers stretched out; he could cover it completely with his own. Felix looked up and realized his trip within himself had taken real time. The cunning had receded and in its place, uncertainty. She began to withdraw her hand.

Two minutes , the voice whispered.

Felix reached out and laid his hand on hers. He closed his fingers across her palm loosely. He had no idea what he was supposed to do after that.

Thankfully, he didn’t have to know. Blue eyes closed, a smile he had never seen before ghosted across painted lips, and her slender hand turned up, gripping his in return for but an instant before letting him go and withdrawing.

“Alright Felix. I’ll keep my mouth shut, for once in my life.” She flicked her nails at him. “Just don’t ever ask me to do it again.”

The sheer… everything … of it all balled up in his gut and Felix… laughed. He was giddy, uncertain, concerned, amazed, but most of all- he was feeling. He was feeling, and it was something other than pain. Chloé laughed in response to his laugh, and he laughed all the harder for it. It wasn’t entirely a good laugh, but enough of it was for it to be a moment he would remember, even years later.

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Felix stretched and shook out his arms in the murk of the Paris sewers. The scramble through his hidden access was not a thing to look forward to, but he was ready. He took out his phone, habitually scanning the last few lines of the conversation to be sure he had missed nothing.

Chloé : This thing is hideous you know.

Chloé : It's square and boring and goes with nothing I have.

Felix : It wasn't a concern. It will light up when I am ready, and again when I am done. Destroy it after that if you like, it will serve no other purpose.

Chloé : You really need a woman's touch, Felix. Stoggy British Gentleman isn't much fun out of smoking rooms or British TV shows.

Felix : Focus, woman! This is important!

Chloé : If I was focused, you wouldn't be talking to me.

He hadn't answered that one. There was such a bluntness to it, he did not know how. It was… not true, but also not untrue. He hadn't examined it too closely. He needed everything for the moment at hand.

He put his phone away and pulled out a small, and admittedly, boring, square device with a single button. Freedom.

Felix pressed the button and began his scramble.

The passage felt tighter. He chalked it up to adrenaline. He was ready for the narrows this time at least. Pushing his satchel through ahead of him, he deliberately hyperventilated with the knowledge that he would make it through this time. He blew out his air and shoved himself breathlessly through.

He navigated the drop and shimmied down the slope, moving quickly and confidently. At the opening, he entered new territory. He scanned first for visible changes; none. Felix took out his pneumatic spike and took aim for the rocky platform his aunt's chamber was perched upon.

Paft . The spike sped across the gap, trailing a thin cord. There was no disguising that sound nor the sharp impact as it struck home. He yanked hard, testing the grip, and, with the luck of the righteous, it stuck fast on the first try. Felix secured the other end with a rock hammer then shimmied out along the cord.

It bowed under his weight, traveling light meant pushing weight limits, but it only needed to hold for a one way trip. His focus served him well. He hand over handed his way across steadily, even after he felt the spike shift in its anchorage. Once across, Felix transferred himself to the rough side of the platform, seeking out handholds he had no way of mapping. It was only a five meter climb, but he was checked twice, lacking handholds to progress. Determination sent him back down and around, seeking another path up. The notion that there might be no way up was not entertained. It wasn't useful.

On the fourth attempt he managed to pull himself over the lip and flop onto the platform. How long has it been? Too long? Ladybug and the Cat are resourceful. I am wasting time! Felix pushed himself up. The urge to check his phone for a newscast was intense, but it would only be time spent not accomplishing his task. You couldn’t stop an oncoming train by staring at it.

He lifted the bag he’d tethered to himself and pushed through the incongruous greenery, scattering pale butterflies as he went. Six devices, spaced across the platform, would hopefully be enough to be convincing. A seventh was placed at the edge. All were readily visible. They needed to exist and be understood. He hoped none would be needed, or at most one. The setting was oddly anticlimactic, automatic from so much practice; arm, set, anchor, repeat. Five minutes time and his anticipation turned into a sour chemical stew for his brain to swim in.

His hand twitched toward his phone. He wasn’t in position yet, but the voice whispered: It won’t hurt…

Dropping his bag over the side of the walkway to the elevator, Felix opened up the newscast. Ladybug was front and center of course. That was a good sign; it wouldn’t be action shots if the battle was already over. He called the elevator, and it came without incident, the last great hurdle he had foreseen. He stepped onto the platform and took out the—still boring—signal device. As the elevator rose, he pressed the button. Now to face my uncle again, one monster to another.

[ao3feed-ladynoir]

Hotel of Terror

Hotel of Terror by SakuraMarie

Amid the glitz and the glamour that is Paris, France Le Grand Paris Hotel was a star in its own right. A beacon for the Parisian elite.

Now, something is about to happen that will change all that.

One stormy night long ago, five people stepped through the door of an elevator and into infamy.

Words: 610, Chapters: 1/8, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug, Tower of Terror (1997)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Major Character Death

Categories: F/M

Characters: Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Tikki, Plagg, Le Gorille | Adrien Agreste's Bodyguard, Original Miraculous Ladybug Character(s), Chloé Bourgeois, Lila Rossi

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe, Plagg/Tikki

Additional Tags: Curses, Curse Breaking, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Alternate Universe - No Powers, Alternate Universe - No Kwamis, Human Kwami, Character Turned Into a Ghost, Lila Rossi's Lies Are Exposed, No Lila Rossi Redemption, Self-Indulgent, Married Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe, International Fanworks Day, International Fanworks Day 2023

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/45055609

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Chapter 4: Secrets Revealed

The next day came quicker than expected. Adrien had woken up, refreshed from the conversation last night. Ladybug's advice was going to be put into action that day. He was going to go to Marinette's house and apologize, if he was even let in that is. Adrien hasn't visited the bakery for a while now, but hopefully, he will be let in by Sabine and Tom.

Getting out of bed, he went about getting ready for the day. As Plagg hogged down on a wheel of cheese, Adrien changed his clothes, brushed his teeth, and acquired breakfast. Coming back to the room, Plagg let out a big belch. A wave of disgust made its way over Adrien's face before he shook his head and opened his jacket.

"Let's get going Plagg. I convinced the Gorilla to take us to the bakery."

The duo left to head to Tom and Sabine's Bakery, where hopefully Marinette was willing to see him. Waving to the Gorilla, he entered the shop. Instantly a wave of fresh baked bakery goods filled his nose. Sighing contently, he made his way over to Sabine at the register.

"Good morning Mme. Sabine. Is Marinette awake yet?" Adrien greeted, getting straight to the point. He couldn't let the delicious smell of the pastries distract him.

"Oh, she isn't here right now. She had a sleepover at Le Grand Paris last night. You're welcome to stay here until she gets back though," Sabine said, giving him her signature soft smile.

"That's ok Mme. Sabine. I was going to Le Grand Paris anyway to see Chloé after this. I can talk to her there," Adrien replied, lying through his teeth. He never planned on seeing Chloé today, but guess that is all changing.

Paying for some chocolate croissants, Adrien waved goodbye and headed back out to the car. Climbing into the car and directing the Gorilla to drive to the Le Grand Paris, Adrien sat back to think.

'Marinette is hanging out with Chloé? I thought they hated each other.'

Adrien sat in his thoughts as they pulled up to the front door of Le Grand Paris. Waving to the Gorilla, he made his way into the hotel and up to Chloé's room. Upon opening the door with his spare key, he was met with the sight of Chloé, Marinette, and Nathaniel all hanging out on one couch in her seating area. Nino and Kim occupied the other couch, while Max was on the chair with his laptop out. Aurore and Mireille were cuddling on an oversized bean bag in front of the coffee table.

Chloé looked over to see who had come in, her eyes narrowing a bit on Adrien as he stood at her doorway.

"Yes, Adrien?"

The rest of the group looked up, having their attention be brought over to the blonde. Adrien faltered a bit but straightened his back.

"I came to talk to Marinette. Alone please."

The group shared a look before Marinette stood up. Chloé immediately reached for her hand to pull her back, but Marinette shrugged it off.

"What do you need to talk to me about?"

Adrien gulped, once again faltering. What changed about Marinette? She had such a threatening yet open stance. "I wanted to talk about something I said before."

Marinette gave Chloé a look, telling her to back off. Turning her attention back to Adrien she replied, "Fine. We can go out onto the balcony."

Adrien's face lit up, delighted that Marinette actually wanted to talk with him. Ignoring the glares he received from the others in the room, he went out onto the balcony with Marinette.

"He better be apologizing to her," Chloé snapped, turning back to Max. "Are we almost ready to initiate the plan?"

"Yes. And I think we may be adding Adrien into the mix soon."

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Out on the balcony, Adrien and Marinette sat on the furniture set. Adrien was fidgeting with the hem of his shirt, unsure how to start.

"What is it you wanted to discuss?"

Taking a deep breath, Adrien looked at Marinette head on. "I'm sorry. I am so sorry for the advice I gave you," he started out.

Marinette relaxed, turning her full attention to him. Upon seeing he was allowed to go on, he continued.

"The advice I gave you was hurtful and incorrect. I am used to tabloids, and that's all that I thought Lila was. I realized too late that she wasn't like one. She caused genuine harm to you, and nothing happened because you followed my stupid advice. I am so sorry. I truly am, and however I am able to make it up to you, I will. I want to set things straight and end Lila's lies."

Adrien sat in silence after that, having averted his gaze from Marinette. He was too scared to see her face, for many reasons.

"Adrien," Marinette started, "thank you. This truly means a lot to me that you went out of your way to apologize to me."

Marinette moved over onto the same couch as Adrien, embracing him. Adrien hugged her back, sighing contently. The two remained like that for a bit, before pulling away from each other.

"Thank you for hearing me out. I understand if you can't forgive me right now, but I hope someday I can make up for everything."

Marinette smiled at him, replying "it's true that I can't forgive you right now Adrien. It really hurt me for you to give that advice and ignore everything I said about Lila. But I appreciate you apologizing."

Adrien smiled back at her, "well. I can't take all of the credit for that. I had some help from a friend last night on what to say."

Marinette giggled, "funny, I just gave some advice to a friend on how to apologize as well."

The two chuckled, remaining in silence before everything dawned on them. The pair turned to look at each other.

"Chat?"

"M'lady?"

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"Ugh! Those two have been out there for ages! I am checking on them," Chloé screamed in frustration.

"Oh leave them alone Chloé. It's likely Marinette being awkward so in return Adrien is also being awkward," Nino replied, sending a glare at the heiress.

Chloé gave him an equal glare before standing up and making her way over to the door, "I don't care! We need Marinette's opinion on all of this planning." She swung open the door, to see the pair staring at each other in pure disbelief.

"What the hell is taking so long!" Chloé exclaimed, folding her arms over her chest.

The pair looked up in shock, a blush coming over their cheeks. "I told you to stay inside Chloé!" Marinette exclaimed, rushing to stand up. Adrien remained sitting down, looking away from Chloé's eyes.

"We need your opinion on something! Also if Adrikins is joining the court or not!" Chloé replied back.

"Wait what court?"

Marinette let out an agonizing groan, before sinking back onto the couch. "I'll explain inside. For now, Chloé, we're almost done!"

Chloé smirked, tossing her hair over her shoulder before heading back inside. Adrien looked over at Marinette, but before he could say a word, she spoke.

"Patrol. Tonight, we'll talk then."

Nodding, Adrien made his way back inside with Marinette.

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Locked up in her room, Alya was chatting with Lila over the phone.

"Maybe he'll get back to me by the end of next week. He'll realize Marinette is the bully, and we can go back to the way we were before," Alya said, speaking with a tiny bit of hope for Nino to return.

"Maybe girl. Unless Marinette has already sunken her claws too deep into him," Lila replied.

"Oh, Nino would see through her bullshit. She's a liar, plain and simple," Alya said knowingly.

Lila smirked at her friend's oblivion. Oh how naïve Alya truly was. A perfect piece to her master plan. Lila hung up afterward, scheming to herself with a wicked grin.

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"She doesn't know what she has coming for her.”

[miraculous-trinity-leo]

IDEA LAND COMING UP!

While I am still working on the fics I currently have, my brain keeps thinking up different ideas for other fics, so here is what my brain has thought up in the last month.

Marvel x DC x MLB:

Symbiote Marinette!

At the age of 16, Scarlett Bug (Tikki + Mari + Her Symbiote), along with the help of Tempête (Kagami), Vipère (Luka), and Honey Bee (Chloé), defeat Hawkmoth . Chat Noir never showed up to the fight, probably a good thing considering it was Gabriel Agreste all along. The gang enjoys the next 2 days of peace and dealing with the reporters. On the third day Mari was having a wonderful time getting ready to open the Bakery with her Parents when Chat Noir walked in. He began his shpeel of how He and Marinette belonged together, when she refused and her parents asked him to leave, Chat ignored it until he forcefully grabbed Mari's arm. Marinette pulled away at the cost of getting her arm clawed. When her parents stepped between Chat and Marinette. Chat Noir called for his Cataclysm and killed both Tom and Sabine. Chat watched with satisfaction as they turned pale before their bodies turned black and fell to the floor. Mari sat shell shocked while Chat Noir looked at her with loving eyes as he said they could now be happy without anyone stopping them. Mari was frozen as Chat took a step forward, her vision going blurry from tears as Tempête and Honey Bee burst through the front door, attacking Chat Noir until he managed to escape.

A few minutes later Paramedics arrived, tending to Mari who sat at the curb with Chloé and Kagami while the Paramedics carried Tom and Sabines body of stretchers.

After that ordeal, Mari gave her god parents a call later that day, telling them her parents died, but not how they died. After the call, she gathered her stuff and went to stay with Chloé. The following day Natasha Romanoff and Dead Pool walked into Le Grand Paris, going up to Chloé's room, where Marinette was sitting on the couch with Chloé, Kagami and Luka by her side. Mari looked over to the sudden noise only to relax a bit before getting up to give them a hug.

After a long hug and tears, Natasha and DP went to get anything Mari may have missed in the rush of packing while Mari stayed with her friends. Once Nat and DP left, Mari got up, saying she had something to do before they got back.

Transforming, Scarlett Bug made her way to the Eiffel Tower, calling for Chat Noir to meet her there. After 30 minutes of waiting, Chat Noir finally showed up. Scarlett Bug didn't say anything as she tied Chat Noir up with some webs, and removed his ring. She apologized to Plagg berore turning to Adrien and speaking "As Guardian of the Miraculous, I strip you of the right to ever wield a Miraculous again, be it in this life time or any other." When Adrien asked why, Scarlett Bug raised her voice as pain and anger were clear in her tone "You are no longer worthey after taking the lives of two innocent people. I trusted you, they, trusted you. And you killed them." As Scarlett Bug turned slightly and saw cars approaching she made her way to leave "The authorities will deal with you shortly."

Afterwards she would go back to the hotel before Nat and DP got back. She spends the last 3 days with her friends and explaining to Paris that the Ladybug, nor the Black Cat Miraculous would be active anymore, as Hawkmoth was defeated and it posed an unnecessary risk. She continued to say that Tempête, and Honey Bee would continue to watch over Paris so the crime rate wouldn't escalate. During her last interview as Scarlett Bug, the reporter asked why Chat Noir wasn't there, which she then went on to say that he took two innocent lives and is now in custody. She left soon after to say goodbye to Chloé and Kagami.

Marinette left to New York with Nat, DP and Luka (who decided he would go earlier and meet with his dad Jagged later (yes he knows Jagged's his dad)) Mari and Luka begin interning at Stark Tower/Avengers Tower.

Mari learns to trust boys again slowly but surely, and is thankful she'll never see Adrien ever again...

Is what she hoped.

Ships?

Marinette x Peter!

Luka x MJ!

Kagami x Chloé !

HTTYD x DC x Marvel:

Everyone gets a dragon as a soul bound pet (Like Dæmons from the Golden Compass/His Dark Materials, but without the "if your dæmon dies, you die." it's a part of you yes, but if it gets hurt it doesn't hurt or kill the person. They rest and live in your soul, just say or think their name and poof! Your soul bound dragon appears) I'm also thinking that depending on how I fully write this idea, the dragons also assist in akuma battles... as in their scales change and they gain an ability similar to whatever ability their soul bound human's miraculous grants. For instance. Adrien has a skrill (an emerald green fading to pastel greens that's shockingly pretty cuddley) and when Adrien is Chat Noir his skrill turns black with glowing green to greenish yellow scales. The Skrill also gains destructive powers, plus its normal lightning. The dragons will stay in their miraculous state until their soul bound human de-transforms. The dragons can also alter their size for convenience.

Dragons to humans:

Marinette- A Stormcutter (Shades of blue to grayish blue and gray. Yellowy orange eyes)

Adrien- A Skrill (Shades of Emerald Green to pastel greens. Yellow eyes

Luka- A Speed Stinger (dark blue with shades of cyan accents. Turquoise eyes)

Kagami- A Razorwhip (silver with coper accents. Orange eyes)

Chloé- A Monstrous Nightmare (slight mustard yellow with dark golden brown markings. Light orange eyes)

Alix- A Catastrophic Quaken (light gray with blue. Sky blue eyes)

Star Wars: The Clone Wars x MLB:

Reincarnation!

Hawkmoth got ahold of both miraculous thanks to Chat, he wished for his wife back and for Nathalie to be in perfect health and it sacrificed Mari.

Mari meets The Creater, the parent of the Kwami and the universe itself. She's reborn and is adopted by Count Dooku. Get 2 robots who become sentient and are able to see the Kwami (DO NOT QUESTION THE PLOT MAGIC) and wield a miraculous. Mari gets a MagnaGuard (who has Pollen) that she names Watt-son, and an SD-K4 Assassin (Basically a spider droid that gets Mullo(my logic for this? Multiple Mini spider droids scaring the shit out of people. CHOAS.) that she affectionately names Anarchy.

Marinette has a double bladed lightsaber (like Maul) that she can split in two for dual wield combat (Like Ahsoka or Ventress). Her blade is Orange (Now you may be asking, why is it orange if she's adopted by Count Dooku, a known Sith? Well, that's because Dooku loves Mari as his own child, and bc orange is close to red. (Dooku and the outcome of the Clone Wars may or may not change thanks to Mari(who may be another chosen one (⌐ω ⌐) )

I am unsure if to also have Chloé reborn (Since Adrien was included in the wish, and he cared for Chloé as well as Marinette, so Chloé can also be reborn)

If Chloé tags along, she is either Mari's Sister or is adopted by one of the Republic Senators, like Bale Organa or Padmé Amidala. Chloé would also be a very high force sensitive and could become Obi-Wan's Padawan.

Ships?

Ahsoka x Marinette. I don't know why, but my brain thinks it would be a funny friends/kinda enemies to lovers.

I'm not sure who I would pair Chloé with though.

Anyway, for this fic I'd let y'all decide if you want Chloé to be reborn, and if so, on the Republic or Separatists side?

With whatever side Chloé is on, she would have a single yellow bladed lightsaber.

DC x MLB:

Mari is Poison Ivy's biological daughter. Father unknown.

Near the age of 4 Mari stayed home while her mom went out with Harley. While they were gone a villain who had a grudge against Ivy would sent the house on fire. During the fire Mari is just barely save by the plants as they get her to the side alley before burning. Mari is fiund by firefighters with major burns and is rushed to the hospital where she was declared dead.

Ivy and Harley get back while the firefighters are trying to put out the fire, when they ask around they say though no one was left in the building. After the sight was declared safe, Ivy and Harley searched for any signs of Mari, but found nothing, leading them to think she died.

Back at the hospital, the doctors are transporting Mari's "dead" body when she jolts awake, pulling the white sheet off her as the doctors look on in shock and horror. Her burns nearly completely gone. She almost became a test subject but escaped and was later found by C.P.S and adopted by a French Couple that own a Bakery.

So began the life of Mari-Gold Isley, now Marinette Isley Dupain-Cheng, the future surper hero Ladybug, and her journey to find out what happened to her mother that night.

Ship?

Chloé x Marinette!

Marvel x MLB:

Mari is a weapon created by Hydra. Using Black Widows DNA as a base, as well as Mystique, Kitty Pryde, Dead Pool, Captain America, and Wolverine's DNA she got most of their powers, which is broken.

Tomoe Tsurugi, High Ranking Secret OPs division of S.H.I.E.L.D. is tasked to find out what this "secret Hydra Weapon" is capable of, only to find out its a child. Ends up adopting Mari as her own. Mari is now Kagami little sister (they are around 3½ months apart).

Marinette will get the Black Cat Miraculous while Kagami get the Ladybug. Both are little Hero Gremlins for the Akumas (who most definitely need therapy if they got Akumatized on one of the heroes bad days... hell forbid if it was a bod day for 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 of them)

Ships?

Peter x Marinette!

Kagami x Chloé!

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Let me know which I should do first after I updated the next chapter to one of my other three fics.

HOPE YOU ALL ARE HAVING A FANTASTICAL DAY! BUG-OUT 💮🐞💮

[boom-fanfic-a-latta]

Hello I was the anon who asked stuff about a Miraculous/Psychonauts idea. I think early season 4 Raz gets sent in. The psychonauts don't believe in magic and think this is a crazed psychic causing mass hysteria. Who's mind should Raz explore first to find clues and help the person?

I mean I myself would suggest around early Season 1 for him getting sent in because it feels more realistic that they'd send an agent in earlier cause they probably sensed the disturbence in the collective unconcious or something IDK but S4 kinda works well as well for the Extra Angst To Deal With

And I gotta say: Chloe needs the help first, y'all. Because making an ACTUALLY ABUSED teenager unredeemable my BUTT--

...Y'see, Psychonauts is pretty good at showing how no one is unredeemable at heart, and how every person has their reasons. The villains are never demonized, and you learn to understand why exactly they are how they are. And most are able to get past what is holding them back through help and their own merits (and even the propaganda "It's A Small World" level guy has his reasons for NOT choosing to be better, and goes to show how even with the chance there people can still choose to live in their delusions and stubbornly refuse change, but it was beleivable and natural to the character). And everyone has realistic flaws that aren't overlooked but aren't overexaggerated (well, in Game 2 at least, but Game 1 was like 15 years ago and even then it was still at least decent in how it handled the issues people had). Which is basically in exact opposition to how Astruc writes his characters.

Sorry for the random Astruc salt, I just felt the need to mention this heavy contrast in how characterization is handled between these two fandoms.

But yeah, Chloe! I even have some ideas for what her level would be like! ...A lot of ideas, actually, so I'll throw in a "Read More" real quick

SO Raz starts in front of a hotel like the one Chloe lives in, but a lot taller and grander, but when he goes inside there's a part off to the side where the illusion is cracking away, revealing an old, dilapidated version beneath, like...Luigi's Mansion 3 vibes almost, is how I'd best describe it?

The different NPCs would all be plush animals filling different roles in the staff, like, a giraffe bellhop, for example, or an elephant maid, or a snake cook. They'd all be welcoming, but also very snooty and proper, making sure no one breaks any of the MANY rules the "Mistress" has put in place.

So Raz is trying to explore the hotel and reach the top where "Mistress" is, when in the first area that's broken down he runs into a little girl version of Chloe, "Little Chlo", holding her teddy bear, Mr. Cuddly. She's basically...what Chloe is truly like on the inside, but she's been pushed away into hiding by the uptight Mistress because she can't live up to the standards being set. This is her innocence and good side, who's been kept hidden and restrained for a long time.

Also of note, there are Doubts and Regrets that keep springing up in the level, but Censors keep appearing like security to get rid of them and throw them out as if they aren't allowed to be present. It's also possible to find Enablers, Bad Ideas, and a new enemy type I'll explain in some other post called an Unconcern (it represents apathy, nihilism, and most commonly, lack of regard for any consequences--it basically makes you Not Care), all being pampered by the staff and treated as important guests.

None of the enemies even try to attack, which is odd and unsettling, and they can't be hurt in return, they're pretty much all but NPCs in this state. The only ones who do act like normal enemies that Raz can fight are the Censor Security staff, and only once Little Chlo joins him (which is one of the first things that happen, but if you were to explore a bit more beforehand, the attacking Censors wouldn't even show up).

Each floor seems grander and grander than the next, and on each floor, Raz has to find the elevator button to the next floor (MORE LUIGI'S MANSION 3 VIIIIIIBES). They're hidden behind simple puzzles, but these puzzles tell things about Chloe you wouldn't know from just looking at her, kinda...seeing past the facade? Some buttons are instead of locked behind puzzles, guarded by Bad Moods. The buttons are always found in the dilapidated areas, which become more and more broken, hidden, and dangerous as you progress up through the hotel.

And the more Raz goes up, the more tattered the doll-like NPCs are, the more present the pampered bad habits, and the more absent the Doubts and Regrets.

Eventually, Raz and Little Chlo reach the top floor penthouse and enter a highly-exaggerated and overly-opulent version of Chloe's bedroom suite, and you come face-to-face with Mistress, now revealed to be another version of Chloe, wearing a replica of her mother's outfit. And Mistress is, at first glance...basically just what Thomas tries to pass off Chloe as. A purely evil complete monster, trying to replicate her abusive mother in every regard, spitting insults at you with every sentence that leaves her mouth.

This is the absolute exaggeration of what Chloe is TRYING to be--someone her mom would be proud of. And she isn't happy to see Little Chlo at all.

"WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE?! I THOUGHT I TOLD THEM ALL TO LOCK YOU AWAY WHERE YOU'D NEVER ESCAPE!"

Little Chlo holds Mr. Cuddly close to her chest. "I...I got out, though..."

"Well, TOO BAD! You're going to go RIGHT BACK where you came from! And you aren't going to get out and mess this up for us EVER AGAIN! You're just ridiculous, UTTERLY ridiculous!"

"But y-you're...being...really mean..."

"What I'm BEING is EXCEPTIONAL! Which you, obviously, are not!"

This remark seems to sting Little Chlo, who looks away and seems to be about to start crying. Raz then cuts in.

"Stop it! She's a part of Chloe, just like you seem to be, so why are you being so mean to her?"

Mistress scoffs. "As if SHE could ever measure up! SHE could NEVER be what we needed!" She flips her ponytail over her shoulder and lowers her sunglasses to give Raz a scrutinizing glance. "...And just what are YOU supposed to be, hm? Some kind of a Circus Freak? How ridiculous!"

Raz scowls. "Hey, my family works in the circus!"

"No wonder you look like a clown, then."

"...Alright, I've had enough of this. 'Mistress', what are you even trying to prove by being such a brat?!"

"Didn't you hear me? I'm trying to show how EXCEPTIONAL I am!"

"Well, this isn't exceptional, it's just cruel! No one's going to think you're exceptional if all you do is put people down--if anything, it'll make them think the opposite!"

"THAT'S JUST WHAT YOU THINK!!!" As she growls this, Mistress throws out her hands, blowing the top off of the penthouse. Suddenly, all three are standing on the roof, the pool underneath them far increased in scale from normal, and glass walkways cross over it in a loose grid pattern.

Mistress twirls around, tossing her hat aside as she transforms into the level's boss, "Magnifique Bourgeois". I don't have a set design yet but I imagine she kinda looks like a fusion of a mannequin, Bonita Soleil from Gloria's Theatre in the first Psychonauts, and the Akuma Style Queen. And Chloe herself, of course.

Also, the hat hits Raz in the face when she throws it. Because of COMEDY!

So the boss fight, you have to cross over the catwalks on the pool while dodging periodic blasts of light from, like, a spotlight. If one hits you, you freeze in place for a couple seconds and are open to attacks. The spotlights are manned by Enablers, and can also heal and protect Magnifique, so you need to take them out first. You have to climb up to the top of these super-tall lifeguard chairs and defeat the Enablers so that you can actually do lasting damage to the boss.

Once those are taken care of, there are like 3 or so, you can actually fight Magnifique. Her attacks are all very flashy and attention-grabbing (this level, specifically this battle, would not be for those who are sensitive to flashing lights), featuring colored laser lights and lots of sparkly explosions. She wants to be EXCEPTIONAL, dangit! She wants to stand out as the very best!

With each spotlight you deactivate, it falls down to the glass catwalks and turns into a mirror. Using Telekinesis, you have to aim the mirror so that when she uses a big flashy laser attack, it bounces back at her, though a successful hit causes her to break the mirror (you don't lose a mirror if you fail to deflect it and it's fairly forgiving in where it needs to be).

Once three attacks are successfully deflected, Magnifique goes berserk and starts breaking parts of the walkways. Once again, TK is the answer, as she hurls the broken glass at you and you have to throw chunks of it back at her. After enough hits, she finally relents, collapsing and turning back into Mistress.

Everything is in shambles on the roof as Mistress struggles to her feet, looking bedraggled and far worse for wear. She's crying, muttering under her breath that "I have to be exceptional enough" and "I can't have lost", looking like she's about to have a breakdown.

Suddenly, Little Chlo comes running up to her, offering Mr. Cuddly. Mistress looks at the child in shock, as if unable to understand these actions.

"W...why are you...but..."

Little Chlo simply gives her older, meaner self a hug.

"...You do know mom is never gonna love us, don't you?"

"..."

And Mistress, finally coming to terms with this fact, that this behavior she's been copying isn't going to help get her the approval she's been wishing for...hugs Little Chlo back.

And Raz looks on, smiling, as a girl decides to no longer follow in the footsteps of a mother who she realizes she doesn't need to please.

…

OKAY I WASN'T INTENDING FOR THIS TO SNOWBALL INTO AN ENTIRE LEVEL SYNOPSIS AND BOSS FIGHT CONCEPT BUT I REALLY LIKE HOW THIS TURNED OUT ESPECIALLY THE FINAL RECONCILIATION SO I'M NOT COMPLAINING

[princess-of-the-corner]

Crossover idea: London visiting Paris to see Moseby and formally meet Chloé for the first time.

London meets her first obstacle in Le Grand Paris' doorman. "Shouldn't you be at daddy's hotel?"

London, calling Moseby: "I am."

[a-chlolix-blog]

Idea for an AU that takes place in the future

Frelon Fatale AU

- The Miraculous Team along with everyone else is obviously older (20-22).

- Thanks to André, Chloé's quite well off and owns Le Grand Paris.

- She obviously doesn't talk with Audrey unless she absolutely has to (business purposes of course).

- Chloé's also known for throwing Parties ib the Hotel.

- While she doesn't have the Bee Miraculous, she does have a series of supersuits (most of which are tight bodysuits).

- She often shows off to the Miraculous Team. Zoé is Vesperia and works at the Hotel.

- Chloé's stayed in touch with Adrien and Sabrina after school, but doesn't know they're on the Miraculous Team.

- While Chloé's had a crush on Alix (who makes art on the side for the Louvre) since grade school, she finds herself quite attracted to the Time Traveling heroine Bunnix.

- While Fatales are usually known for seducing men, Chloé flirts with only women (flirtatious lesbian go brrr) especially while in one of her Frelon Fatale costumes. She flirts with Alix/Bunnix the most.

Hope you all like this one!

[flufflepuffle296]

“Chloe xxx”

I really want Chloé to get another redemption arc, but not because she wants to be Queen Bee again or prove herself to anyone-but because she wants to prove to herself that she can be as awesome as she wants. Also sorry but I rambled here.

I don’t even want it to start because of something big like being rejected or glares from classmates, it could just be she’s chilling in her room and she notices her butler flinching when she calls his name, or she’s watching a show and she wants to be just as cool as the main character, or even just looking around the class and just thinking “why not?”

She then starts calling her butler’s name a little sweeter, takes Sabrina out for coffee at her favourite café this time, pushes Alya’s bag towards her when it falls off the bench. She anonymously donates money to varying charities and doesn’t tell anyone about it. She feels warm when she does it-she doesn’t know why but it almost feels kind of nice. She begins working a shift or two here and there at the hotel. She smiles at Mylene when she walks in (even if she considers that outfit a crime against fashion), and returns pens when she borrows them. Nino loses a USB and Chloé helps in the search party for it (though does it secretly at break and lunch).

Becoming nice to Marinette is harder though. She decides however, that if she wants to be an ok person, she has to give everyone a chance, so buys a yard or two of a nice fabric the girl’s been eyeing for weeks, and posts it with a note signed “-C xxx”. It kind of feels a little nice when Marinette walks in in a pale pink beaded dress that isn’t totally horrible Chloé supposes.

She later realises that saying sorry is another thing she can do to become a better person, and she always kind of wanted to but was too prideful to do so-but no more! She apologises to butler Jean, saying that she’s sorry for screaming at him, firing him, everything.

She then apologises to Sabrina, for treating her as a slave and asking if she wanted to go to that film she’s been rambling about, since they always go for her choice. She also takes all of her homework back that Sabrina was doing for her, and starts working really hard on it.

She goes to the bakery later that week, and orders a large slice of cake, reasoning that she can’t be nice to others if she’s not being nice to herself, therefore she needs this chocolate cake. She then asks Sabine if she can go up to talk to Marinette, who is rather skeptical of her and only allows her in the dining room. She apologises for bullying her all those years, and hands her an envelope signed “-C xxx”. Marinette opens it, to find it full of cash that’s tied in small bundles with labels on.

“Homework soaked-age 7” €3

“Sketchbook ruined-age 10”. €18

“Teacher’s present destroyed-age 14”. €16

Everything she’s physically destroyed or ruined is accounted for and compensated. She then apologises for all the verbal abuse and mean comments, before asking for a truce. Marinette accepts, and points out that since they have a truce, she is obliged to inform Chloé that she has buttercream on her face.

A week later she gets all her homework back: B+, B, A-, B-, A+.

Not her usual report of full marks, but she’ll take it.

She starts working every night at the hotel, from 6pm till 10pm. She refuses to look it though-she is Chloé Bourgeois after all. Her uniform is spotless, her makeup is now impeccable (blue eyeshadow with pale lips? What was she thinking?), and she never has a hair out of place. She begins living on coffee-these grades aren’t going to raise themselves after all -and constantly has an energy drink in her bottle (not that the class is allowed to know that).

Grades: B+, A-, A, B, A+

Getting better...

Once in class, Rose slammed her head on the table (delicately? She somehow slammed her head DELICATELY?), and weeped that she didn’t understand the material. Chloé scribbled an explanation on a sheet of paper, and after class slipped it in Rose’s bag.

The next day, an akuma strikes near the school. They can’t leave because some kids live far away, and Bustier isn’t taking initiative and the class rep is no where to be found. Chloé bites her lip, before standing on the desk and clapping her hands. Once she has the class’ attention, she gives out instructions.

“KIM, IVAN! Grab heavy objects and block the doors. JULEKA, NINO, NATHANAEL! You can lock the windows since you’re the tallest. EVERYONE ELSE! Clear books away and any other things that could cause bruising if knocked over, put bags away, and hide under the desks and benches!”

Everyone stares at her.

“NOW!”

Everyone scrambled to their duties, before hiding under the desks, holding their heads like Chloé instructed.

Grades: A, A-, A+, B+, A+

Nearly there...

She informs her father that she’ll be leaving for a week next month, and tells Bustier and Damocles. She books a plane ticket to New York with her money from working, as well as a hotel room. She packs her bags and leaves, giving her dad a kiss and a hug beforehand and promising that she’ll be safe. She boards her plane and then hauls her bags up to her room, before making a call.

“Who is this?”

“Your daughter, Chloé.”

“I DON’T-oh you. Why have you called me I’m in the middle of working-shouldn’t you be at pre-K?”

“I’m 15 and French ma-but anyway, is it possible if you could promote Marinette’s website-MDC-in return I’ll work for you for free.”

“Oh yes Marinette-the exceptional one. How long will you work?”

“I’m only here a week-I’ll become your assistant even! I know you hate Stephanie.”

“...Fine. I’ll drop her into conversation at an interview if you’re only here a week. Now do not call me unless it’s an emergency. You start tomorrow-8am, sharp, in a fashionable outfit-or you’re fired.”

Chloé smiles as the line goes dead. Her mother may be a dragon, but Chloé can respect that she helps those she cares about.

Even if it isn’t her...

The next day she arrives at the office at 7:45, in a white suit with gold jewellery. Audrey nods, before sending her out with rapid instructions for coffee. Chloé takes her order to the café she requested, and starts reading it out to the barister, only for him to pale and interrupt her halfway through.

“Oh God-you’re ordering for Audrey aren’t you? Oh Lord-HEY AARON! STYLE QUEEN ORDER NO. 37! QUICK!”

The other worker, Aaron, goes white, before flipping every machine on and opening every can he can find in preparation.

“You must be her new assistant-good luck with her, the last one would come in to order her coffee and then sit in the corner and cry so much we set up her own space-look!” The first one says, pointing out to a comfy area of bean bags and pillows.

Chloé cringed. “Nah, worse. I’m her daughter, if you can even call me that, that’s interning for her in exchange for a favour.”

The barister pitied her. “Yikes.”

Chloé takes the coffee being thrusted at her and nods at the two, before sprinting back to the office.

After that week of hell, she still refuses to wear anything other than heels and designer clothes, and her hotel room is immaculate. She packs the night before, and sets off back to Paris in the morning.

MDC takes off after the Style Queen reccommended it briefly in an interview, and Chloé starts helping Marinette manage and organise commission dates and social media, eventually becoming her PR person/caffeination.

She starts working not only her 6pm-10pm shifts, but also a few shifts from 4am-7am a few times a week. She does her homework at lunch and as soon as she gets back from school, even doing it during akuma attacks. She gets through a concealer a week for her bags, and sleeps all weekend.

Grades: A+, A+, A+, A+, A+.

Perfect.

...Or not...

She realises that she can’t maintain this. She can’t survive on 3 hours sleep and an unholy amount of caffeine. She cuts back on her shifts, doing 4 a week at most, and only does homework for a maximum of 2 hours a day. She starts, meditation and yoga, trying to keep her mind peaceful. She still donates to charities, and goes out with Sabrina and shops.

Grades: A, A, A, A, A.

Still pretty good, and she’s happy this time!

She begins doing things more for herself. She’s always wanted to learn Spanish after all. She hires a tutor, and starts working extremely hard to become as fluent as possible by the end of her education.

She learns conversational Spanish in about 6 months of semi-intensive learning, and decides to do something else as well. She starts learning Mandarin with Marinette, and struggles slightly more than she did with Spanish, but she’s still progressing.

She realises that she has a knack for learning languages, and picks more up more easily after she starts learning Spanish, Mandarin and later Portuguese.

One day when she’s out she comes across a homeless man, and offers him some money and brings him a hot meal. She sees others around him in the same situation, and does the same for them.

She then volunteers at the local soup kitchen, feeding hundreds of people on weekends and washing up afterwards. She connects with the homeless and a few refugees, and starts learning Arabic from one of the regulars, in return slipping her a few Euros (basically she gives her €250 every week).

She takes a shift at the bakery, manning the counter and becoming fast friends with Marinette as they practise their Mandarin on one another.

Grades: A+, A+, A+, A+, A+

AND SHE’S HAPPY!!!

She eventually starts applying for universities, listing her abilities and experiences.

• A+ Student

• Volunteer

• Interned for Audrey Bourgeois

• Works at Boulangerie Patisserie

• Works at Le Grand Paris

• Fluent in Spanish, English and Mandarin, knows conversational Arabic and Portuguese, learning Polish.

The more she writes and thinks about the past 4 years, the more she comes to the realisation of

“Holy shit, I’m awesome. I’m an ok person. I’m a good person in fact. I’ve done good things. I’ve made a good impact on society. I did it. I DID IT!!! And I’m going to keep doing it-after all, I’m awesome and people rely on me, plus it makes me feel good. I’m no longer a spoilt 14 year old. I can be good. I am good. I am a good person.”

[peterxwade24]

Safety Found in Red Sleeves

Chapter 4

Before we get into the meat of the chapter, I need everyone to remember that usually, I love Bruce as a dad. However, this fic paints him in a different light. If you don’t want to see Bruce painted as a bad dad, you can turn back after you read the first 2500 words of this fic (which is almost 4000 words long).

Mẹ is, possibly, Vietnamese for mom/mother/mama (or at least that’s what Google translate is telling me).

However, without further adieu, let’s get on with the story.

Thana looked around, her breath coming out in harsh bursts that sounded in the dark alleyway. She ran a hair through her dark red hair, freezing when there was more hair than she remembered their being. She heard a familiar high, sharp laugh that sent her into a panic. She looked around, trying to find Jay-Jay.

Thana paused, trying to remember when the last time she had to worry about where Jay-Jay was, before he was taken in by Bruce Wayne. She turned and saw her father's red hair out of the corner of her eye.

She bolted, tearing through streets that seemed darker and scarier with every step. She felt tears start streaming down her face, causing her to miss the turn to Uncle Ozzy's establishment.

She stumbled into an abandoned warehouse, seeing Jay-Jay tied to a chair with blood taking the same path down his face that tears were taking down hers.

"Jay-Jay?"

"Pixie?!" Jay-Jay gasped out. "Run!"

Thana turned around to watch Jervis Tetch close the door with a maniacal smile on his face.

"Looks like I not only caught Alice's white rabbit, but also Alice herself." Jervis' face split into a sinister smile as he walked towards the duo, swinging a crowbar around.

*-*-*-*-*-*

Thana gasped awake, her ribs throbbing in a manner similar to the way her ribs throbbed in her dream. She frantically scrambled to uncover herself, immensely grateful that her room was the highest one in the building.

Thana grabbed her phone off of the charger and unlocked it quickly. She scrolled through her contacts before landing on Kim's.

She worried her lip as she listened to her phone ring. She was about to hang up when she heard it connect.

"Mèo con?" Kim's voice sounded over the phone. "What time is it?"

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you. I just, he had me and Jay-Jay. He had me and Jay-Jay and he was hurting us."

“Mèo con. Listen to me. He can’t get you, I will not let him get you. Do you want me to come over?” Kim’s voice grew clearer with every word, his dedication to his friend shining through.

“Would it be okay if I came over?” Thana’s voice was quiet and hesitant, a tone she hadn’t used in a long time.

Kim let out a yawn. “You know my Mẹ loves you and will let you in whenever you need us.”

---

Thana and Kim walked into school that day in matching hoodies, however Thana’s still had the full sleeves while Kim’s had the sleeves shortened. Kim wore baggy black jeans paired with white sneakers while Thana wore ripped black jeans and white sneakers.

In the few years that Kim had known Thana, they had dressed similarly on several occasions. The two looked almost like siblings on a good day and on a bad day Thana looked like a mini female Kim. Today happened to be a good day, where the duo just looked like fraternal twins.

Thana sat beside Kim, on the inside beside the window while Kim sat on the aisle. Nino and Chloé sat in front of them while Sabrina and Adrien sat in front of them. Juleka and Rose sat behind Kim and Thana and across the aisle from Ivan and Max. Nathaniel, Alix and Mylene sat in front of them leaving a desk between them and Alya and Lila.

Chloé in a surprising, to some in the class, move showed up that day in cuffed ripped denim jeans paired with a yellow mock neck turtleneck shirt, black boots, a black belt and a puffy red cardigan. Nino, unsurprisingly to everyone but Alya and Lila, showed up that day in cuffed slightly distressed blue jeans, a red striped shirt, white sneakers and a black beanie.

Alya and Lila, being the two most unused to the four’s odd dynamic, simply stared before turning back to one another.

“So, anyways, like I was saying.” Lila continued. She’d decided to come to school dressed in an orange ruched long sleeved dress with a pair of nude heels. “Jason Todd is like my best friend. He came to me and wanted to know if I thought he should forgive Bruce, oh I mean Mr. Wayne, for what he did.”

Thana glared at Lila, her gray blue eyes going cold (and looking far too much like her father’s eyes) before she slammed her hands down on the desk. “Jason Todd is your best friend? Funny, I don’t remember you being there when we were freezing our asses off in the dark alleys of Gotham. Funny, I don’t remember you being there when I had to stitch him up because he got the shit beat out of him for trying to get money to feed us! Funny, I don’t remember you being there when Deathstroke rained bullets on us for existing!”

“Ms. Dupain-Cheng! That is enough. Go to Principal Damocles’ office!” Madame Bustier called out from the front of the room.

Thana turned her eyes on their teacher before collecting her belongings, her friends all stood up and began collecting their belongings as well.

“Where do you three think you’re going?” Mlle. Bustier questioned the trio.

“To Daddy’s hotel after Principal Damocles tells Fragolina to go home for the day. Fragolina just had to listen to Rossi lie about her brother, whom she hasn’t seen since she was pulled from the streets of Gotham.” Chloé stated as though it should have been common sense.

Nino and Kim nodded before Kim took Thana’s belongings. Nino turned to Adrien before glancing at Alix and back to Adrien. “We’ll keep Alqamar calm until you get out of school.”

Adrien nodded before he watched his four friends shuffle out of the room. He hoped everything would be alright and that they could give the four temporary holders their Miraculouses today instead of waiting any longer.

---

Adrien and Alix walked into Chloé’s suite in Le Grande Paris hotel carrying six people worth of homework. “Niú! Shé! Jiǎohuá! Xiǎo māo! Guī and I brought homework!”

Chloé turned to look at the duo, a black bandana wrapped around her head with her hair thrown up in a messy bun, before turning back to the task at hand, painting Kim’s nails black to match her own and Nino’s. “Fragolina is in the blanket fort she and Kim built over by my bed. Nino is over there-” she nodded to indicate the area “-listening to music.”

Alix nodded and smiled. “Sweet. You go to Kiti and I’ll go lay down with Nino.”

Adrien rolled his eyes as Alix went over to Nino and invaded the boy’s space, laughing when Nino simply pulled a second set of headphones out of his bag and placed them on Alix’s head before laying back down. He slowly traversed Chloé’s room, knowing that if he moved anything out of place the blonde would be upset with him, before smiling at the blanket fort that was made. “Thana? Can I come in?”

“As long as you don’t give me that dumb high road bullshit. I can handle her lying about Sabine and Tom not wanting me, they only took me in because they wanted a daughter to be just like them, and I can handle her thinking she’s turning the whole class against me, but I refuse to let her lie about Jay-Jay like that. Jay-Jay doesn’t deserve it and I refuse to let you make me feel like shit for sticking to my beliefs.”

Adrien let out a dry laugh and shook his head. “I would never.” Adrien pushed the door to the fort open and let a small smile flit across his face. “Oh Thana.” Adrien sat beside Thana, pulling her into his side with an arm around her shoulders, and hummed a song his mother used to sing to him. Adrien knew his friend needed him and was okay with being there for her.

---

Desgracia, flanked by Trâu and Renarde Véloce, followed Althaeban into the place where they were meeting the four temporary holders. They each held a small octagonal box with the red symbol of the Guardian on top of it in preparation of this meeting.

Alix ran past them with a quick call of, “soon!” over her shoulder. She ducked into an alleyway out of the way and from the opposite direction Salihafa landed on the scene.

Monsieur Punaise strolled into the plaza, a small square of grass surrounded by sidewalks with buildings on three sides and the fourth side open to the rest of the city, with a small grin. He was excited to help the temporary heroes reach their full potential. He bumped Desgracia’s shoulder before standing beside Salihafa.

Their four chosen rushed into the plaza, their hair all but streaks of colour until they stopped. Alicia stops closer to the gathered heroes than her three friends, Bellamy just behind her in front of Marc and Brielle. Marc’s black hair stood out beside Brielle’s short blonde bob. Bellamy ran a hand through his hair before looking around at his friends.

“Is everyone alright? Everyone’s together?” Bellamy asked as he double checked that his three friends were there.

Alicia laughed and shook her head, her dark violet hair swaying behind her. “Yes Mom. We’re all here and alright.”

Brielle nudged Bellamy to get his attention. “Bellamy. We have company.”

Salihafa couldn’t contain her laughter any longer. “Oh Bug boy. They’re hilarious. Can we keep them?”

Monsieur Punaise shook his head. “Hafa, we can’t keep them, not if they don’t want to be kept.”

Marc smiled, watching the heroes interact as though they were simply friends and not the Heroes of Paris. Their eyes flicked over the assembled heroes before landing on the four holding octagonal boxes. “What’s going on?” They looked back at Monsieur Punaise and Salihafa and frowned. “Why do they have octagonal boxes?”

Monsieur Punaise’s grin grew only larger before he waved at the four chosen. “Hello you four. Due to special circumstances the six of us will be out of Paris for a while, which is where you four come in. In our absence, we ask that you, Alicia, Bellamy, Brielle and Marc, step in to assist us in our fight against Hawkmoth.” As each name is called, a hero steps up in front of them and presents them with a box.

Renarde Véloce presented Alicia with an octagonal box with a smile. “This is the Miraculous of the Mouse, which will grant you the power of Multiplication. Will you accept this Miraculous and fight alongside your fellow heroes to protect Paris in our absence? Will you return this Miraculous when your time is up?”

Alicia nodded and accepted the box.

Trâu presented Bellamy with an octagonal box with a slight upturn of his lips. “This is the Miraculous of the Dragon, which will grant you the power of Perfection. Will you accept this Miraculous and fight alongside your fellow heroes to protect Paris in our absence? Will you return this Miraculous when your time is up?”

Bellamy nodded seriously and accepted the box from the hero.

Althaeban presented Brielle with a similar octagonal box. “This is the Miraculous of the Bee, which will grant you the power of Subjection. Will you accept this Miraculous and fight alongside your fellow heroes to protect Paris in our absence? Will you return this Miraculous when your time is up?”

Brielle smiled professionally and nodded. “I will do my best.” She accepted the box from the hero.

Desgracia presented Marc with the last octagonal box. “This is the Miraculous of the Horse, which will grant you the power of Teleportation. Will you accept this Miraculous, fight alongside your fellow heroes to protect Paris in our absence, and give safe passage to Monsieur Punaise to help him purify the Akuma and reverse the damage done? Will you return this Miraculous when your time is up?”

Marc looked at the hero and nodded, accepting the box. “Yes, Desgracia.”

-*-*-*

Jason scrubbed his hands down his face, looking over the paperwork in front of him. He let out a tired sigh before standing up and stretching his arms over his head. Jason felt thin arms wrap around his waist and he smiled before ruffling the short black hair atop Damian’s head. “Hey, Little Nugget.”

“Baba,” Damian responded. “What’re you doing?”

Jason chuckled, sitting back down on the couch and pulling Damian onto his lap. “Going over some paperwork. Would you want to legally be considered mine? To legally be Damian al Ghul-Todd?”

Damian’s green eyes widened and a hesitant smile spread across his face. “Do you mean that?”

Jason smiled at his little boy. “Of course I do ya hayati.” Jason wrapped his arms around Damian and rested his chin on the top of his head. “You’ve been mine in my heart for nearly three years now, Little Nugget.”

Damian laughed, and nodded. “Okay.” Damian nuzzled Jason’s shoulder before sliding off of his lap to go talk to one of the men Jason claimed as brothers.

Jason sighed and ran his hand over his face.

---

Jason, accompanied by Damian and his dumb brothers, strode into the Iceberg Lounge. “Cobblepott?”

Oswald Cobblepott poked his head up from behind the bar with an inquistial “yes?”

“Do you have a legal guy? Someone who helped you get this place?”

“Why do you ask?” Oswald asked, slinging a towel over his shoulder.

“I want to legally be able to claim Damian. I don’t want anyone to be able to take him away from me.”

“Good for you.” Oswald smiled before appearing to get lost in thought. “I believe Dent is still a member of the bar. He could probably help you.”

Jason nodded, “thanks.” He turned to his brothers and his Little Nugget. “Can one of you watch him while I go talk to Dent?”

Dick nodded. “Can we introduce him to Pam?”

Jason looked over his Little Nugget’s outfit, a red hoodie with blue jeans and sneakers, before nodding. “Remember, red sleeves will keep him safe. Do you have your’s?”

Tim pushed the sleeve of Conner’s leather jacket to reveal long red sleeves while Dick just pulled on a letterman jacket with red leather sleeves (a jacket he’d had commissioned by their favourite designer (who just seemed to get Gothamite fashion for some reason)).

Jason pulled Damian into a tight hug and pressed a kiss to his forehead. “Behave for your dumb uncles, and don’t take off the red sleeves. You may have been publicly claimed as the only biological son of Bruce Wayne but that doesn’t mean anything to bad guys.”

Damian nodded, a very small smile on his face. “I promise I’ll behave Baba.”

---

Damian, Dick and Tim walked into the Botanical Garden with appreciative gasps at the fauna.

Dick and Tim smiled at their nephew, at the clear awe that was displayed on his face. They shared a look before looking back at Damian, to notice that he’d pulled out his sketchbook and was squatting in front of a patch of flowers they were sure he’d never seen before drawing them in as much detail as he could.

“What are you three doing here? Doesn’t Daddy Dearest frown upon mingling with the riff raff?” Pam’s amused voice carried throughout the oversized greenhouse. Where most others would hear a mocking tone in her voice, the older two knew that what she said was merely said in jest.

“Hey Pam.” Dick called out as Tim went to collect their wayward charge, who’d managed to wander a little too close to a patch of pitcher plants.

“Morning glory, Solidago.” Pam smiled and waved at the older boys. “Well hello there child of Sundew, what a beautiful day it is today. Were you observing the patch of Sundew and other Drosera plants?”

Dami nodded and smiled. “Lycoris.” Damian waved at the red head. “They’re lovely, just like Baba.”

Pam smiled and scooped the tyke up into her arms. “Let’s go see the different plants.”

Dick and Tim could only share confused looks with one another as Pam carried Damian around the greenhouse.

---

Jason sat in the back corner of the café he was supposed to be meeting Harvey Dent in, a window to his side and the wall at his back. He brought the cup of coffee up to his lips, savouring the aroma of café coffee as he waited for the older man.

Harvey Dent walked into the café a few minutes later, his head down but his eyes focused on the path in front of him. Harvey slid into the chair opposite Jason, blue meeting blue, before Harvey smiled. “How can I help you?”

Jason set the cup of coffee down, folded his hands on the table in front of him, and took a deep breath. “I need you to help me file for legal custody of Damian al Ghul-Wayne. He has been my son for the last three years but Mr. Wayne publicly claimed him the other day. I can get Damian’s mother’s signature but Mr. Wayne is going to fight it.” Jason looked down at his hands, before letting out a shaky breath. “Mr. Wayne didn’t even know that he existed until a few days before the press conference. Mr. Dent, I need your help to keep my son.”

Harvey Dent looked at the man, really looked at him, and nodded. “Okay kid. Anything to get under Brucie Wayne’s skin.” Harvey chuckled, before his eyes landed on Jason’s red sleeves. “Why is one sleeve shorter than the other?”

“It’s for my sister.” Jason answered with a shrug.

Harvey frowned. “Does that ever accurately explain it?”

“With everyone who knew her.” Jason finished his cup of coffee and looked at Harvey. “Can we set up a time for an appointment to go over the details at a later date? I have to go rescue my son from my brothers.”

Harvey nodded and rose, extending a hand to Jason. “What time next week works best for you?”

Jason grasped the older man’s hand and shook it. “I’ll probably be at the Lounge Monday through Wednesday from ten to three and only there Thursday and Friday from noon to two. My son wants to spend some time getting to know his Aleuma’s friends.”

Harvey smiled and nodded. “I will see you Tuesday at ten.”

Jason watched the older man walk out of the café before he turned to find his waitress. He smiled charmingly at her. “I’m sorry miss. I don’t mean to bother you, I just need to get my check from you as soon as you can bring it to me. I let two of my brothers take my son out for the day and I have a feeling that they took him somewhere I didn’t approve of and I need to go rescue him.”

The waitress, named Kellie, smiled and nodded. “Of course sir. Just one moment.” She disappeared for a moment before returning with his check. “I hope your son understands how lucky he is to have you as a father.”

Jason smiled and nodded. “He knows.” Jason pulled out his wallet and gave her his debit card. “Thank you for your help.” He put a twenty dollar bill down on the table and walked out of the section before taking his card back from the waitress. “Have a great rest of your day.”

---

Jason woke up on Sunday with his son splayed across his chest. He smiled and pressed a kiss to the top of Damian’s head. He loved waking up in the morning, and not at three am to his son having a nightmare. Unfortunately, his phone started ringing loudly, “What’s Up Danger” pouring from his speaker.

“Roy?” Jason mumbled, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

“Jason? I’m sorry if I woke you up. I just, I need help.”

“Roy. Are you using again? Where are you? Where’s Lian?”

“No, I’m not using again. Lian and I are at Oliver’s. Jade just dumped Lian on me, Jade just dumped Lian on me and Lian has this brand on the small of her back and I want to kill the mother of my child.”

“Hey. Roy. No. I can send Alfred to get the two of you and have him drop you off at my apartment so I can make you coffee and breakfast? You’ll get to officially meet my son?”

“You have a son?” Roy whispered in shock.

“Do you need me to call Alfred to see if he can give you a ride? Or can you make it on your own?” Jason ran a hand through his son’s hair and smiled as his Little Nugget nuzzled deeper into his embrace.

“Can you call Alfred?”

---

Roy Harper sat at the island in Jason’s apartment. Dick stood in the living room cooing down at Lian, who he held against his chest.

“Tell me about you and Jade.” Jason smiled at his friend as he cooked.

“It wasn’t anything special.” Roy took a sip of coffee. “Lian is the best thing to ever happen to either of us, or at least I thought she was.”

“Baba?” Damian stumbled into the kitchen and wrapped himself around Jason’s leg.

“Good morning Kutlat Saghira. Say hi to Roy.” Jason ruffled Damian’s hair with a smile.

“Hi Roy.” Damian mumbled.

Roy smiled and waved. “Hi Damian.”

---

“Hey Jaybird?” Dick called as he walked into the kitchen.

Jason glanced over his shoulder at his older brother. "What's up Dickiebird?"

Dick slumped against the counter and offered him a smile. "So, Kor'i and I are getting divorced. Kor'i's going back to Tamaran but I get to keep Mar'i. And because I love you and don't want to put you out, Wally's offered to let Mar'i and I stay with him."

"Okay. Are you okay?" Jason wiped his hands on a nearby towel before turning to face him. "Do you need anything? Do you need me to take you out to go drinking?"

Dick chuckled and shook his head. "No Jaybird. I don't need you to take me drinking. Thanks for being so chill about it."

"You're my brother Dick, and the uncle of my son. I'm not B, I'm always going to be here for you."

---

Jason sat beside Mr. Dent across the table from Bruce Wayne and his lawyers.

“What is this about Jason?” Bruce sounded exasperated and shook his head.

“Mr. Wayne. My client called this meeting to discuss custody of young Mister al Ghul-Wayne.”

“Custody? Of my son?” Bruce’s voice grew dark and Jason had to fight against his instinct to flinch at the man’s tone.

Mr. Dent frowned at the man before looking at the man’s legal team. “Please keep your client under control. My client was a minor under his care when he had his unfortunate accident.”

Bruce glowered. “Oh. Boohoo.”

“Mr. Wayne. It is in your best interest to calm yourself.”

Jason glanced at Harvey, who nodded, before looking back at the legal team. “I just want custody of Mr. al Ghul-Wayne. I don’t want financial support from you, I’m not doing this for your money. I’m doing this because I love him.”

Bruce growled and stood up. He was about to speak when Jason spoke again.

“Besides, after what you said after the press conference I thought you’d be glad to be rid of him, seeing as he is the child of a rogue, and the grandchild of a rogue.”

“You shut your fucking mouth you ungrateful brat.”

“Mr. Wayne.” The head of the Wayne Enterprises legal team, Abraham Shields, spoke. “Calm yourself before we have you removed from the room and we, the legal team, act in the best interest of the company.”

Mr. Dent’s face grew in a gleeful smile. “All my client wants is to retain custody of young Mr. al Ghul-Wayne, as my client has been young Mr. al Ghul-Wayne’s primary guardian and caretaker for the last three years.”

---

The two legal teams, and their clients, sat in the courtroom of Judge Alika Mahelona with Damian al Ghul-Wayne sitting on the witness stand.

“Now, Mr. al Ghul-Wayne-” Judge Mahelona began before Damian cut her off.

“I’m sorry, excuse me Your Honour, but Baba says my name is Damian al Ghul-Todd.” Damian in all his adorable nine-year-old politeness helpfully corrected the judge.

Judge Mahelona smiled. “Can you point to who Baba is for me?”

Damian smiled and nodded before pointing at Jason. “That’s Baba. He takes care of me and loves me even when I make mistakes.”

“He sounds like a good father. Now, I’m going to ask a hard question and I want you to answer as honestly as you can. Can you do that for me?”

Damian smiled. “Yes Your Honour.”

“Who do you want to live with?” Judge Mahelona asked the boy, she was not expecting his answer.

“I want to keep living with my Baba. He helped me get away from the bad place with the bad people, and he’s very nice. He’s helping me acclimate to America and he doesn’t get mad when I can’t remember the words in English. I haven’t known Baba very long but he’s the best parent I’ve ever had, because I only met Mr. Wayne a few weeks ago.”

Judge Mahelona smiled and nodded. “Okay. Then I grant custody to Mr. Todd.”

Bruce growled and threw a glare in Jason’s direction. “Fine.” He stood up, turned on his heel and stalked out of the courtroom.

“I’d like to formally introduce the Todd family.”

Damian ran off of the witness stand and attacked Jason in a hug.

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This is something that @princess-of-the-corner and I discussed: Lila thinks that her classmates are lying about their connections: Marinette knowing JS, Rose knowing Prince Ali, Alya's mom being the head chef of Le Grand Paris, Alix dad and brother working at the Louvre, etc. This line of thinking gets her exposed.

Lila see, Lila do

I wasn’t expecting this to be Marinette salt, but i almost feel bad for Lila if it weren’t for the fact she’s a vain, shallow girl who has no interest in making real friendships. This fic shows Lila as a different character. And I am reminded of Camp Rock’s Tess exposing Mitchie. Again warning, this is not Lila salt but Marinette salt.

Before her first day at Dupont, Lila did some research on her future classmates. Frankly she was astounded by what she read.

Ok, Adrien and Chloe’s credentials were valid since they have been seen on media. But come on, for Marinette to be Jagged’s designer is kind of desperate. Who would hire a kid to design their tour ensemble?

Rose was delusional to daydream about being friends with Prince Ali. The latter was more likely to hang out with Chloé.

And who would be impressed with jobs like a hotel Chef or museum curator? Mm, Alya and Alix must be preparing to study in those courses and were hoping to fool some colleges.

Well...if bragging is what this class is all about, then Lila would aim to succeed. It’s a good thing she has a natural aptitude for the theater.

And so Lila lied her way into her class’ good graces. She didn’t question their questionable successes, and vice versa.

But apparently since Ladybug was not in their class, she wasn’t under the same obligation. (After watching Tess expose Mitchie, I do think Ladybug’s exposure was kind of harsh. Although with Lila pretty much insulting Ladybug’s importance, it is also understandable.)

Thank heaven Adrien followed the class code and kept the exposure a secret.

Of course the only person Lila didn’t doubt was Mylene’s charity work. And unfortunately, Lila’s lies made her sound charitable. And to skip that grunt work, Lila lied some more and made up some disabilities. It worked. and bonus, the class now helped her carry stuff.

Only why the heck was Marinette breaking the class code?

The class pretty much ignored Marinette’s outbursts. But it chaffed at Lila that Marinette was picking on her. And just because they liked the same boy? She really does get crazy over him, doesn’t she?

It irritated Lila enough that if Marinette was going to pick on her, then Lila would return the favor.

When Marinette keeps running out on babysitting duties, Lila slyly wonders aloud whether Marinette is just making up these so called celebrity commissions just to get out of babysittng.

As before, Alya défended a lie. But what was surprising was that Alya claimed to have been there when Jagged burst into the bakery, begging for new boots.

Whatever.

And so it continued, Marinette insisted Lila was lying and Lila suggested Marinette was making elaborate excuses.

It got annoying for the class. Why couldn’t these 2 just stop already?

Lila: she started it!

Marinette: because you started lying!

Lila: there she goes again! Everyone in this class is a liar and she keeps targeting me!

Pause.

Nino: Lila, you were lying?

Lila was exasperated. “Oh not you too. Why am I being singled out of a class of liars?”

Alya was stunned. “But we haven’t been lying.”

Lila: you expect me to believe that clumsy Marinette can get commissions and Alix’s family to work at the museum when her brother literally kept telling me how aliens built pyramids?

Alix slapped her hand to her forehead. Jalil would be the death of her?

Lila: and seriously how would Rose have gotten through Prince Ali’s security to talk to him? Why would Alya even boast of her mother being the hotel Chef since it basically means Chloé can get her mother fired?

Mylene: you thought we were liars and so you should lie too?

Lila shrugged. “It’s not the weirdest class initiation I’ve come across.”

The class was sad. All along Lila didn’t believe them and they blindly believed her. What a mess.

It took some convincing for Lila to believe them but a FaceTime with Ali finally did the trick.

Lila apologized.

But things grew too much for Marinette when Adrien comforted Lila with a hand on her shoulder.

Marinette: isn’t there something else you’d like to confess Lila?

Lila: oh...I don’t like charity work. Sorry Mylene, but I hate physical labour.

Mylene sighed. “It’s alright. You can still donate cash.”

Lila: that i can do.

Marinette: i meant stealing Adrien’s book!

Adrien: Wait what?

Chloé: you’re the reason Adrikins was punished?!

Lila: I didn’t know that. And yes, I admit I stole Adrien’s book to try to find some way to impress him. And who are you to call me out on stealing, Marinette? Don’t think I haven’t heard your phone thievery!

Marinette flushed, caught. “At least i return the stuff!”

Lila continued on, confused. “Speaking of which, how did you even know about this? It’s one thing to sneak into a principal’s office to hack school cameras...but I threw the book while I was at the park. Were you spying on us?!”

Marinette’s face turned from rose to ruby.

Alya interrupted. “Alright, that’s enough. Lila did wrong, I see that now. But Marinette, so did you. You don’t get to judge her right now. I’m sorry, girl.”

Marinette was ashamed and embarrassed. She blinked back tears and wanted to run away. God was this how Lila felt when Ladybug yelled at her? No wonder she was akumatized.

But Marinette couldn’t get akumatized. She took a deep breath and tried to control her feelings. “You’re right. I’m sorry, Lila. I’ve been rather hypocritical.”

Lila raised her brow. “Apology accepted, Marinette. So long as you accept that nobody’s perfect, not even you.”

I’m pretty sure I’ve brought this up before but Marinette does tend to go crazy with Adrien. The staring and posters I can accept, the presents and schedule are worrying, but literally following him just because he is with another girl is cause for major intervention....hey...I should write a fic for that...,

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Miraculous: A village inside a capital and rich kids talk

A long time ago I posted a small light talk about how Miraculous’ depiction of its protagonists made it a “rich kids” show. I want to return a bit on it.

[And before anyone asks yes I am French and yes I studied - and still study in Paris - and before that I lived for some years in it, so I know what I am talking about.]

But first, why? This is actually much more interesting. Why is Miraculous a show about rich, upper class kids in the best areas of Paris, while other famous French productions (such as Code Lyoko) depicted more faithfully the middle class/common life? And the reason is not elitism. The desire to show the best, most beautiful and iconic sides of Paris might have played - since all the great sights of the city are in extremely costly and upper-class areas ; but even then, this is not the true reason.

The true reason is that Miraculous applies the “village logic” to Paris. The village logic is a very common trope of French works and productions - ranging from movies to childhood stories, to games such as the famous “Werewolf” game (Les Loups-Garous de Thiercelieux). In France, you had villages, and in those villages you had jobs that were key, essential and found in all of them. As a result, those key jobs and key roles of the village became character archetypes, always present in village settings and forming the “village logic”: you have the mayor, the butcher, the baker, the midwife, the gendarmes, the teacher, etc... This village logic also applies outside of villages, to small towns in more urban areas, the only difference being that for example there won’t be a guy related to the wild like a garde-forêt or a hunter, and the “gendarme” will become the “police”. But anyway, this is very common when you deal with a village or small town to always center and focus around those specific roles.

Miraculous: Ladybug actually took back this “village logic”, which is no surprised because it is used a lot in fiction and books for children here in France. The only problem is that, they applied this village logic to here THE ENTIRETY OF PARIS! This is why it seems sometimes there’s only one policeman in all of Paris, Roger Raincomprix. This is also why Marinette’s family’s boulangerie is always present every time someone needs bread or pâtisseries or something like that, despite Paris having hundreds of boulangeries. They decided to not just focus on a given cast, but they also decided this cast would be the world and thus applied the village logic.

And this is why there is this discrepancy... Some kids and the school and several situations being presented as if they happened to the common life, to the middle class (for example Sabrina and Marinette being presented as mostly “lower class” or at least of A lower class because they are daughters of a policeman and a baker, jobs not thought of as high-paying), but when you take into account the true context, the prevalence of their parents in the city and the overall situation of the series, you realize that they are really much more upper-class than we thought.

That’s just what I wanted to talk about. As a result I do not know if this show was willingly or accidentaly made a “rich kids show”. But when we look at it, there is no way we can deny it

 [Detailed study of each characters under the cut]

If we look at the Miss Bustier’s class: 

# Adrien - any need to explain? Teenage model and actor for fashion, publicity and movies, son of one of the most famous designers of Paris haute couture. Lives in a freakin’ mansion.

# Chloé Bourgeois. Daughter of the mayor of Paris and a famous fashion magazine director ; lives in a luxury hotel. [I call it that the Bourgeois family is from la droite of the political spectrum]

# Alya. Well here you’ve got what one can call the “upper middle-class”, since she is the daughter of Le Grand Paris’ chef and a zookeeper (well, here THE zookeeper) of Le Jardin des Plantes, and lives in a quite nice and big apartment in Paris (and before the Covid hit, Paris was again the most costly place to live in all of France, so to have a big, nice flat you need to have the resources). 

# Marinette. Daughter of the best baker of Paris. Note that is it referenced as THE BEST of ALL of Paris. That’s not nothing, especially since Paris has a lot of luxury bakers to deal with. In fact you can clearly see the village logic being applied here: the baker shop and their behavior/life implies that they are a middle-class family ; but then the whole situation actually implies they are among the upper-class, resulting in a discrepancy. The boulangerie has been shown delivering goods for numerous official and upper-class events.

# Juleka and Luka... Now they might seem regular middle-class right? Well wrong... Again, they definitively are upper-middle class (or rather they might be reduced to live to middle-class by their expanses). Indeed, they live on a péniche. And to live on a péniche (let’s refer to it as boat simply) is actually very costly. On top of the taxe foncière and taxe d’habitation that are pretty high ; there is also an additional tax to pay whose price depends on which dock you are staying. And the insurances prices for a boat are higher than a house. And of course, when in Paris, those prices are even higher - as a result, for example, a péniche at the center of Paris will cost you 90 000 euros (roughly 1 068 929 dollars). And one near the Tour Eiffel is 1,5 millions d’euros (roughly 1 781 548 dollars). JUST TO BUY! I’m not including the high taxes every year.

# Mylène. I’ve got no info indicating that she might be upper-class. After all her father is “assistant educator” and “mime” which is definitively a low-pay set of jobs. 

# Max. This one is... another curious case. Looks like a middle-class/lower-class kid that had a sudden rise in society. I mean, for example his mother Claudie Kanté is a SNCF (or equivalent in universe) train driver, which is certainly not a high-paid job. But she also got to be an astronaut, which implies she will become rich and famous. He is intelligent enough and has enough material to create a sentient robot and other technological marvels, though without it being used in any other way than his own entertainment (so he doesn’t get any money out of it). So I don’t know what to do with him.

# Alyx. Daughter of the Louvres curator, or at least one of the employee of the Louvres (with a position good enough to actually live there?). No need to say more.

# Kim... At first I thought he might be upper-class too when I noted that the English wiki for Miraculous listed him as a winner of “France’s National Athletic Tournament” which was quite interesting... But I checked back the original French dub and this is a case of change in translation: in the French episode he merely won an inter-collège tournament at the scale of Ile-de-France, aka a regional competition. So scratch that.

# Sabrina... Now I have a problem with her father. Roger - and this is purely because of the “village logic”. Roger is the most prominent cop of all of Paris, THE embodiment of the police in the town, and as a result his exact position is extremely hard to pinpoint. On one side you see him do the job of low policemen (checking parked cars, helping with the flow of the traffic...) and on the other you see him answer to the mayor of Paris, commanding other policemen or acting as a representative of Paris’ police, which are all functions of someone high in the hierarchy of the police... Which makes it impossible to know if he and his family come from a low-class, middle-class or upper-class background. 

# Lila - her mother works at Italy’s embassy in Paris. Safe to say she is from the upper-class. 

And the rest of the class actually passes free because I couldn’t find any real indication about their situation, living area or family. Rose, Nino, Nathaniel, Ivan... Since the collège is supposed to be a public one, it is possible there is a mix of social categories ; but at the same time this “21st arrondissement” of Paris has a lot of Paris great locations right next to it or in it, clearly making it a high-class area (I know the show doesn’t really built a 21st and just threw together the most iconic places of Paris, but still the result would be a upper-class neighborhood). 

And if we look at the other students outside of this class, we still have a weathergirl for a popular and famous television channel (though a kid’s channel, it still counts as a nicely paying job - Mireille) ; we’ve got relatives to the upper-class or rich kids mentionned previously (Zoé or Lukas) ; and Kagami who is also very clearly upper-class (driven around in a limousine, daughter of a fencing champion with strong relationships to Gabriel Agreste, coming from an ancient and wealthy Japanese family...)

Again - this is no criticism or hate of the show. I just wanted to point that out and analyse a bit the show’s situation.