#queen bee fic

[queenbeebumblebee]

"What an incredibly ticklish rival!"

Ler!Alastor Lee!Vox

Summary: Vox was trying to attack Alastor on his radio studio, but the tables turn.. bad.

WARNING: Swearing

Alastor was minding his own business, chilling on his radio tower, the night was loud as always, it's hell after all! While with Vox.. he wasnt AS calm as the radio Demon was, he was in his Office, walking around in circles, ranting of his old rival, he had to get him somehow.. he NEEDED to, he needed his bright Spotlight back.. so, the middle of the night came, Vox was climbing up the radio tower of Alastor, because he would've been damned to Even Enter the Doors of the newly Hazbin hotel, just as Alastor was drinking coffe, he could tell his "old pal" was nearby, so he was more than ready..

As Vox entered the radio tower by breaking into a Window, the loud crashes from the glass could be heard.. and yet.. he was met with Alastor, Standing above him with his usual grin.

"greetings old pal! What brings You here at this hour of the night?"

Alastor said calmly and happily, just his usual self around people, this of course pisses Vox a Lot, the frown on his screen was obvious, yet he somehow stayed.. calm around the radio Demon, as if he was still fond of him after 7 literal years.

"i came here to stop You, You old timey prick! I'm here to regain My popularity ba-"

and before Vox was gonna finish his sentence, a black tentacle grabbed his ankles, lifting him from the ground, upside down, his vulnerability exposed for Alastor to see, which the tv Overlord hated.

"i'm afraid You can't do that friend, not right now, since it's pretty late, but since You are here.. i decided to have some... fun with you."

Alastor said, his voice twisting into a teasing nad evil voice, his grin widening as if he was about to attack Vox.

"W-WOAH! Hey hey hey, don't You DARE-"

Suddenly, Vox could feel tickling right on his sides and tummy, sending him into an uncontrolable fit of giggles and snorts, And Alastor was Even just using his tentacles to Tickle him, it wasnt much, but for Vox.. it was.

"h-hehehehey nohoho! Nohohot fahahahair!!"

Vox said, unable to speak properly, Even though it was small tickling.. poor him was just too ticklish for this.. yet he liked it, but he would rather get killed with holy weaponry rather than to admit it.

"what an incredibly ticklish rival i have in My hands tonight! Are these Bad spots? Or should i go somewhere else?"

Alastor teased, now, his fingers slowly pinching Vox's ribs, sometimes Even wiggling them Across his Armpits, causing the poor Vox to break into cackles, his laughter getting louder by the second.. he couldnt help it since it felt so nice..

"FUHUHUCK YOHOHOU! AAH! SHIHIT, NOHOHOT THEHEHERE!!"

Vox yelled as he threw his head back in laughter as Alastor pinched his Upper ribs and lower ribs, those we're oh so sensitive, and he wasnt Even going for the antennas.. that Made some shivers down Vox's spine just by thinking of it. It was getting too much, he was Even letting out sparks of electricity, because he was so overwhelmed by the feeling. Until..

"oh look at that! I found your sweet spot!"

"AAAAHH! NOOOHOHOHO, NOT THERE DAHAHAMN IT! IHIHILL KILL YOU AHAHAFTER THIHIHIHIIS!!"

Vox yelled loudly as Alastor wiggled his fingers across his antennas.. if the radio tower wasnt to far from the hotel, the whole crew would woken up by the sounds of cackles and snorts. Yet his arms we're free.. he could just get him back, but did he really wanted to do that? No, no he don't.. he likes it alot, Even more when he gets Tickled by the other Vees.

The minutes had passed, Alastor finally let Vox go, with the radio Demon now gone from the shadows, Vox hasnt had much of a choice to go back to the V tower, he was still feeling the Tickles, he could still hear the teasing.. he wanted it again, but the Vees couldnt do it better than Al, so..

He had to come back another day..

THE END

[valtianan]

"daggers are a girl's best friend" (based on the french version of gentlemen prefer blondes poster)

queen bee honey flower belongs to @mermianar

[sizzleissues]

binge read @wackus-bonkus-maximus​ fic odnlb in one sitting! Love it so much. Decided to draw what I imagine Mellona (aka Chloé) looks like! Very like Queen Bee but with a twist

comms open 

[sunsketch]

“‘I don’t get it,’ Chloé huffed. ‘Every awful thing that ever happened to me happened to you too, like, tenfold, and it just—it just made you nicer!’ ... “I’m not as nice as you think.” -- from at our wedding by @anna-scribbles 

This fic broke my heart and put it back together in the best ways 🥺, highly recommend!!

[eggobuggo]

Why not. Here have humanised Terraria bosses for Halloween

[i-like-anything-water]

I love the fics where Chloe can control bees because she's so dramatic and over the top it'd be canon to have her bees hold a sign that says 'Marinette will you BEE my Valentine?' While she's decked up in her suit and there's sparkles in the background (courtesy of Rena who's filming the whole thing, laughing) and she's holding flowers that her bees told her (yes, told) are good for courtship. Bonus if Marinette can speak to ladybugs and they snitched on her so she's both endeared, amused and excited for her date with her rival turned friend and possibly girlfriend.

[amugoffandoms]

IT'S DAY EIGHT GUYS OF MILGRAMTOBER HERE WE GOOOO

What is a queen bee (idiom)?

The queen bee is a woman who holds the most important position in a place.

Why do bees reject (overthrow) their queen?

The colony will reject their queen if they are unsatisfied. Figuratively speaking, she is voted out.

Muu is at the top of her school, she'd like to think.

She's got people listening to her every word, clinging on to it.

Classmates telling her everything that happens in this school.

People sent to stop people who want to dethrone her classmates that just aren't liked.

Maybe she feels a little bad for the bullying that happens in her school, but...

It's... she's at the top. She has people listening, people who like her. They're her friends.

So... isn't that good enough?

...it's not like everything that happens is her fault after all.

She's just the Queen, the Queen Bee of the school. She's not the person who does all of these things (usually). She's just a "bystander." So, she has nothing to do with what happens.

Other people go out and do these things for her. Anything that happens is not her fault. It can't be. If not hers, then whose fault is it?

But, she honestly doesn't understand what's going on now.

Muu hums as she walks through the halls, hands behind her back. She's not with her group of friends this time because she woke up a little late for them to walk to school together.

Muu passes by a corner and hears snickers. She looks around and sees laughing faces half hidden behind hands.

It's like they're trying to hide the fact they're laughing at her.

People are laughing at her. What? What is going on? This doesn't make any sense. Everyone liked her. Everyone likes her. They listen to her and her every word.

So, what is this?

...Muu stops walking and whips around to the laughing faces.

"Stop laughing!"

The laughter stops for a moment before it grows in volume.

"Muu said stop! Shut up! Listen to her!"

The laughter grows and grows and Muu places her hands over her ears.

She turns around and runs away from the growing laughter.

Eventually, she sees her classroom and—

Muu bumps into someone. Looking at the person who turned around, it's Sayu. She has to know.

"S-Sayu, what's going on? Muu doesn't understand. Why is everyone laughing at her?" Muu asks, begging for an answer.

"What did Muu do...?" She whispers, her eyes suddenly feeling wet.

Sayu scoffs. "Seriously, Muu? You're seriously acting like you're so innocent?"

"Muu doesn't know what she did wrong. Please, just tell her—!"

"Shut up. Leave me alone, you whine so much." Sayu walks away, leaving Muu confused and hurt.

Unsure of what to do next, she slowly walks over to her classroom. Opening the door, she looks around.

"No one's here." Muu exhales, relieved, and walks over to her seat.

She sits down and places her head on the table.

She's lucky, she thinks as she takes a glance around the room. No one has gotten to her classroom just yet—

The chalkboard.

She knows she shouldn't stare at it, but she is.

"You're looking down on us, aren't you?"

"...'Trash'noki Mu ❤️."

"Just benefits from her parents."

"Worth less than a cockroach."

What?

What did Muu do wrong? She... She didn't do anything wrong, right? She just played along with what everyone wanted. She was the Queen because she was and she was important. Everyone listened to her. So, what did she do?

It's not her fault what happens to others. Everyone just did what they told and she followed her word. So...

What happened can't be her fault, right?

[lewishamiltonstuff]

How many pics are there exactly of Toto and Mick looking super fine and judgemental, at the same time? Absolute best friends those two.

[lemonhemlock]

In effort to better understand Helaena, I've gone deep into ASOIAF's bug lore, and I wonder if little Helaena ever interrogated Lord Beesbury about his legendary ancestor Ellyn Ever-Sweet's pact with the King of the Bees. Like, first of all, *George* why is it the king of the bees, when bees pretty famously have queens? Then I looked it up, and apparently queen bees were called kings until the 17th century, because of course everyone assumed the head bee in charge was male (even though.... it lays eggs.....) But now I believe that eco-feminist Helaena would be singlehandedly correcting this misconception, and its on the top of her agenda as queen-consort. Ellyn Ever-Sweet and the Queen of the Bees is feminist praxis and Helaena will be bringing this to light.

(I lose a little of my sanity every time I go a page deeper into the wiki)

Branwen, this is adorable, I don't even have much to add, but Helaena stanning Ellyn Ever-Sweet is such a darling detail to include. 😭

I have to say, even though they're, ahem, traitors, House Beesbury is positively precious. House Beesbury of Honeyholt, located next to the Honeywine river, with a penchant for beekeeping?? Please, how does George even come up with this? 😭

[tsuki-chibi]

Ladynoir July 2023 Day 3: Truth or Dare

Read all the entries on AO3

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“I’m bored,” Chat whined, reaching out and gently poking Queen Bee with the toe of his boot. She paused in taking a sip of her coffee to pin him with a deadly look that suggested he was going to lose a foot if he did it a second time. Wisely, Chat retracted his foot.

“I’m kinda bored too,” Rena Rouge admitted. She was sitting with her back to a beam, knees pulled up against her chest. “I thought Ladybug was coming. Where is she?”

“She must’ve got held up,” Chat said, sighing. He’d been hoping to see Ladybug tonight. Her beautiful smile carried him through the increasingly exhausting days. But he knew that Ladybug was also incredibly busy in her civilian life, so he wasn’t surprised that she hadn’t been able to join them tonight after all.

“I could use a few extra hours of beauty sleep. Let’s call it a night,” Queen Bee said, setting down her cup and moving to get up.

“Much I hate to agree with you, I could also use some extra sleep,” Rena said. She also started to get up. Chat reached forward, throwing his hands over both their laps to keep them in place.

“No way! Let’s just wait a little longer,” he urged. “She’s only 45 minutes late.”

Both girls pinned him with identical looks of disbelief.

“Chat, 45 minutes is a long time,” Rena said.

“Please. Let’s give her an hour.” Chat pasted on his best set of kitty eyes, giving them both a pleading look. Queen Bee grimaced and tried to hold firm, but Rena melted pretty much immediately.

“Fine. She’s got 60 minutes and not a second more,” she said.

“QB?” Chat turned the full force of his gaze on Queen Bee, who groaned.

“Ugh, fine. But you are bringing the coffee next time,” Queen Bee muttered, pushing Chat’s arm off her lap.

“Deal!” Chat sat up, pleased. He didn’t miss the way that Queen Bee and Rena exchanged looks and rolled their eyes at each other, but he didn’t care. He knew how much it bothered Ladybug when she was late enough that everyone had already left by the time she arrived; if he could avoid that happening this time, he wanted to.

But as the minutes quietly ticked by and heralded no sign of Ladybug’s arrival, Chat began to realize that Ladybug might not come at all tonight. He stared up at the sky and tried to imagine what she was doing instead. She had mentioned having to help out with her parent’s business at times. Or maybe she’d gotten caught up in a hobby… or maybe she had fallen asleep.

“… And that is sixty minutes exactly,” Rena announced a few minutes later. “I’m outta here.”

“Me too,” Queen Bee said, smothering a yawn with her hand.

“Wait. 15 more minutes,” Chat said.

“No way,” Queen Bee said, shaking her head. “I’m starting to get circles under my eyes than not even make-up can hide.”

Chat tried not to wince at that remark, but it rang true for him too. So far his amazing make-up artist had been able to hide the growing circles and general puffiness from lack of sleep, but he knew that it was only a matter of time before someone else noticed. The last thing he needed was his father paying attention to his sleep schedule.

But still… he clasped his hands together pleadingly. “What will it take for you to give her 15 more minutes?”

Queen Bee just shook her head again, but Rena said, with a wicked smile, “A game of Truth or Dare wherein you’re the one who has to answer all the questions or do all the dares.”

Chat choked a bit at that. He couldn’t think of anything else that sounded worse than giving Rena Rouge carte blanche to ask him whatever she wanted, or dare him to do whatever she wanted. There was absolutely no world in which that ended well for him.

“Ooh, nice, I like it,” Queen Bee said, her eyes gleaming as she smirked, and Chat gulped. Rena alone was bad enough; when she teamed up with Queen Bee, the two of them were legitimately terrifying.

“You know what, I think we’ve waited long enough. We should call it a night,” Chat said quickly.

“Spoilsport,” Rena said.

Chat just rolled his eyes at both of them. “You know, it’s technically not even Truth or Dare if I’m the only one being put on the spot.”

“Semantics,” Rena replied with a shrug. She got to her feet unimpeded this time, stretching her hands over her head. Queen Bee got up too and looked down at Chat, who hadn’t moved.

“You’re not coming, are you?” she said.

“I’ll wait the extra 15 minutes myself,” Chat said, squirming a bit to get more comfortable.

“Don’t stay out here waiting all night,” Queen Bee told him, and Chat squinted at her.

“That almost sounds like you care,” he said.

Queen Bee snorted. “Yeah right. Dream on.”

“Goodnight, guys,” Rena said, waving to both of them before she took off.

“Goodnight,” Queen Bee said to Chat.

“G’night, QB,” Chat said.

She looked at him for a moment longer before she shook her head and threw out her stinger; it caught, dragging her off the beam and into the dark of the night. Chat closed his eyes, leaning his head back against the beam, content to wait for his lady however long it took.

[queenbeebumblebee]

"Trying to meassure"

Lee!Vox Ler!Velvette

Summary: Velvette is trying to meassure Vox for new outfits in plan(plus to Fix the old one) and it turns into a little Tickle Game.

Vox was just minding his own business looking through his new phone, he had to get a new one because You know, the last time Val broke his phone, wich it wasnt no fun.

Of course, his suit was a MESS! Because of today he had been dealing with Alastor, wich of course.. lost. You could tell he was extremely mad about this. Of course, this din't last for long.

As Vox was just checking on social media, minding his own business, he could hear some familiar footsteps coming closer and closer to him, it was non other than Velvette, who exactly, looked annoyed.

"Vox. Vox i need You to come with me now."

Velvette said sternly, earning Vox's look of confusion.

"hm? What could be the problem My dear?"

Vox asked, looking confused on the annoyed look the other Overlord gave, he din't Even notice his ruined suit.

"have You LOST your mind?! Look at You, You look horrible! Come over here now!!"

Velvette yelled, her expression on her face turning from annoyed to mad, she quickly dragged Vox by the wrist, guiding him to the wardrove.

"oh come on Vel, My suit doesnt look THAT Bad!"

Vox said, looking at his own suit, He thinks that this was just normal, but for Velvette, it was a DISASTER.

Let's skip to the important part.

Vox was forced to be Standing still as Velvette meassured him, because she needed to Make him a new outfit for him, plus a few Styles just to Make him look awesome, though, his breath has been caught trapped in his throat as the Overlord "accidently" brushed her fingers across his ribs.

"u-uhm.. Vel, what exactly are You-"

Before he could Even Say anything else, a soft snort came out of him as Velvette veeery slowly counted his ribs, while her other hand "accidently" tickled his hip, earning a few giggles from the Tv Overlord, his screen now heating up and his fans working to cool him off.

"V-Vehehel! Cuhuhut it ohohohout!!"

"hold still Vox, i'm trying to meassure You."

Vox tried his hardest to not move away, of course, he can't help but twitch slightly as it really tickled him, he did not want to be a giggly mess right now, as if it was gonna be worse, still, she did not stop.

"come on, it ain't that bad."

"b-but it tihihickles! Ohoho fuck, gehet it ohohover wihihith!!"

Vox said as he wheezed out a cackle, sure, he liked being tickled, Even though he wouldnt ever and i mean NEVER admit it, but it was hard to hold still when Velvette just meassured him as an excuse to Tickle him, yet he dint mind at all, but-

"AHAHA SHIHIHIHT, V-VEHEHEL NOT THEHEHEHERE!!"

Vox yelled as he shrieked when Velvette MESSED With his antenna, while her other hand was still "meassuring" him by brushing her fingers from his hips, to his Upper ribs, close to his Armpits.

"oh come on Vox, let me meassure You, i'm almost done."

"IHIHIHITS SOHOHO BAHAHAHAD!"

Vox yelled as he squeald and cackled, Velvette of course watched with a grin, she finds in funny how ticklish this Demon is, her and Valentino always takes advantage, but they don't do it better than Alastor of course.

A few minutes passed, Vox's laughter and snorts filled the air, until finally, Velvette decides to have some mercy on the poor Overlord.

"i'm done, You have to wait here 'till i get some outfits in your size, okay?"

"g-geheheheez.. okay... Ohoho god.. that was so Bad.."

Vox said quietly as he wheezed and tried to catch his breath, as Velvette left, Vox took this opportunity to just relax and wait, though he kinda wanted the Tickles to go on for longer, but he would rather double die then to admit it. He then took a seat as he waited for the other Overlord to come back with the outfits, he could hear her yelling at her employees.. let's just Say he had a Revenge plan, but for now, he waited to get a new suit.

THE END.

OMG finally i'm done with this, i'm sorry it took long, i was busy on some shit. But anyways, i hope You enjoyed it!

[coffeewhiskeysleeprepeat]

Saw Mean Girls (2024) and holy shit, someone please tell me the subtext of Janis being labeled "pyro" in the burn book and Regina's song "World burn" was intentional.

Like, HELLO?

[beebbg]

can i request junkerqueen nsfw hcs?

Definitely!!!

✧┊ Odessa “Junkerqueen” Stone x Gn! Reader ·˚₊

Warnings⌇mentions of knifeplay, maybe some grammar mistakes ꒱

⨯ No joke this woman is massive

⨯ Like 7ft tall

⨯ She might seem big an’ scary but she does have a soft spot for you

⨯ Would listen to your boundaries and try not to be so aggressive

⨯ But is happy to be as rough as you want her to

⨯ She’s quite loud and encourages you to be as well

⨯ Please do

⨯ When she really feels like it, she’ll get Gracie

⨯ If having a knife held to your throat is exciting to you then she’ll be happy to accept the request

⨯ She isn’t into actually hurting you, like breaking skin

⨯ Loves to scatter kisses, bite marks, whatever along your skin

⨯ Especially to show off

⨯ You’re like her princess tbh

⨯ She would have you grinding on her thigh while she sits up on her throne

⨯ She just doesn’t care

[camelots-rose]

I'm close to finishing the next chapter of Miraculous Grail War. However, I don't know whether I should keep Queen Bee or change the name to fit my redesign for the fic.

I figured I could do one of these polls again to see what everyone thinks, name suggestions are also more than welcome.

[nireu-art]

I’M SO EXCITED

This is the piece I was working on for the fanfic that @generalluxun wrote for the @mlbigbang this year! The adventure of this two across the globe has been one of the more interesting fics I’ve read in a long time and you should really check it out! The descriptions for battles are amazing, and in the last episode posted you can see where this bike scene happens 👀✨.

✨ Chasing a Dream ✨

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[pearl484-blog]

Bee in the Bonnet

Chat Noir has saved Paris countless time. He was a loyal teammate for Ladybug for numerous battles. He has fought and bled for Paris over and over. For that alone, Chat Noir thinks he deserves to live. He deserves to exist, but his team doesn't think so. If he wants to keep his former team from killing him, he's going to need allies, so he turns to the one person who could possibly understand what he's going through right now: Chloe Bourgeois.

Sequel to Sweet Walker. Part 3 of the Jekyll/Hyde Inspired series Entry for Adrien AUGreste 2023 Passion

Chat Noir pulled out the Bee Comb from his pocket and examined it, thinking as Pollen hoved next to him, trembling in fear. For a moment, Chat Noir felt the urge to pet her with a finger so as to comfort her, but he dismissed that thought as easily as it came. He was the reason she was afraid. Doing that would only freak her out more, and if he tried to say anything, she’d only see it as a lie. 

Kwamis had been misused in the past, and now that he’d taken it from Vesperia, or rather Zoe Lee, he was sure that Pollen was having flashbacks to darker times, more menacing times. In a way, Chat Noir supposed that Pollen was right to be afraid. Chat Noir was taking her from everything, her friends, her guardian, her fellow kwamis and he was trading her away for a potential alliance.  

Chat Noir hadn’t seen any other option though. Catwalker had wanted to give Zoe his Miraculous, and if he’d done that…Chat Noir didn’t know what would happen if that happened. Would he die? Would he just be trapped forever with no escape? Would he become a ghost? Would he possess the next person who wore the ring? Whatever happened, Chat Noir was sure that it’d be awful. 

Chat Noir wanted to live. He wanted to survive. He just wanted to exist. He deserved to exist. Surely, after everything he’d done for Paris, he deserved that much? Well, apparently not. 

So, Chat Noir had stolen the Bee. Mostly out of necessity. If Catwalker couldn’t find Vesperia, he couldn’t give her the Ring, now could he? Still, if Chat Noir was being honest with himself, he could admit that he’d also done it a little out of spite too. 

He’d just been so angry. He knew that if Catwalker had managed to talk to Vesperia, she would’ve sided with him. She would’ve helped him get rid of Chat Noir permanently because she sympathized with Cat. She thought he was a good person. She would’ve eradicated Chat Noir the same way she was slowly erasing Chloe from her own life. Except, Chloe had her own body. Chloe couldn’t be wiped away without a trace, so if she was willing to do that to her own sister, where did that leave Chat Noir?  

Chat Noir wasn’t stupid. He knew that he couldn’t keep control forever. Sooner or later, Catwalker was going to get their body back, and he’d try to get rid of him again. Chat Noir was going to have to do something about it, and soon. Even more than that though, if Chat wanted to survive, he’d need allies. 

The first one was easy. Chloe Bourgeois. It wasn’t surprising that Chat Noir had thought of her, given how often she dominated his thoughts lately, but if there was anyone who might understand what was going on with Chat Noir, it was here. Or at the very least, she wouldn’t turn him in to the heroes. There was no love lost between them. 

The Bee, of course, would be a starting gift, a bribe to get her to help him, but before he could give her that, he had to figure out what he wanted, what he needed to get himself free. 

First things first, Chat Noir would need to buy himself time. Catwalker couldn’t hide the Ring from him on his own. At least, not without being very irresponsible about it and risking it getting into the wrong hands. He’d need someone to hold onto it. Someone who he could trust…Chat Noir grinned as the first part of his plan slid into place, and even better, it’d help Chat get even more time to scheme. 

All he’d need was for Chloe to be Chloe.  ~*~ Chloe laid on the couch examining her nails, looking for any flaws. There weren’t any of course. She was Chloe Bourgeois, but it helped to reassure herself that -if nothing else- her nails was still perfect. 

A knock came from her balcony, and Chloe frowned as she tried to imagine who it could be? A hero? No, none of those goody two-shoes wanted anything to do with her anymore. An akuma? No, those losers didn’t have the patience to knock. They always just barged in like they only the place, screaming about how Chloe had ruined their pathetic lives. As if they didn’t ruin it themselves. Maybe it was Shadow Moth then. He was probably the only person who could even tolerate Chloe right now, but she was still smarting from the last time she’d dealt with him. 

“Go away!” Chloe called out, not even bothering to get up. She had more important things to do, like getting someone to buy rockets to the next XY concert for her. 

The door unlatched and Chloe sat up so you could glare at the intruder over the back of her couch. To her surprise though, it was Chat Noir of all people. The pathetic sidekick who’d probably been fired for being so useless ages ago. 

“Aww,” Chat Noir said, a teasing lilt in his voice. “And here I was, coming to bring you a gift.” He pulled out the Bee Comb, and Chloe’s eyes immediately honed in on it, almost against her will. Was…was this another chance to be Queen Bee? Had that moron Ladybug actually decided to give her another chance?

“I can always come back later,” Chat Noir said, turning the comb so it shone even in the dim light of the storm raging outside. “If you’re busy.”

“I’m not busy!” Chloe cried out, then immediately, she recomposed herself. It was never good to look desperate in front of the enemy and make no mistake, Chat Noir was the enemy. Him and his precious Ladybug. 

“Thankfully, I have some free time in my schedule,” Chloe said haughtily. “I suppose this means Ladybug is willing to talk?”

Chat Noir cackled. “Oh, no. Ladybug? That ship has sailed.” Chloe glared at the mangy stray. Then why had he come here, just to taunt her? She was Chloe Bourgeois, not some carnival attraction. “I’m here to make a deal.”

Chloe laughed scornfully. “A deal? With Ladybug’s sidekick? That is ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. Come back when you have someone real to bargain with.”

“Ladybug’s former sidekick,” Chat Noir said, and Chloe rolled her eyes. As if that made anything better. “The one that she replaced with Catwalker.”

“Then how did you get the Black Cat?” Chloe snapped. She wasn’t an idiot. She knew that there was only one type of each Miraculous. There was no way that Ladybug would just hand over a Miraculous to someone she got rid of. 

“With a lot of luck and skill,” Chat Noir answered, deftly avoiding actually answering Chloe’s question. The sly look on his face though made Chloe believe that maybe he’d actually managed to steal it somehow.

“That’s not why I’m here though,” Chat Noir told her hastily. “I’m here because I need your help, and I’m willing to trade you this,” he flashed the Bee Comb at her, “to get it.”

Skeptical after her last dumpster fire of a deal, Chloe asked, “And if I get the Bee, what do you get?”

“Two things,” Chat Noir said, holding up two fingers. “1. I need Adrien angry and alone. I’m going to need to be on him, spread as much as doubt as you can about as many of his friends as you can.”

“Fat chance,” Chloe said, rolling her eyes. “He won’t listen to me.”

“He listens more than you think,” Chat answered. “All you need to do is watch them and call them out anytime they do anything even slightly immoral. Stealing, hiding, sneaking, lying, keeping secrets, whatever. Then, whenever Adrien’s around, if there’s a chance to bring it up, do it. Don’t just stick with recent stuff either.” He gave Chloe a shark-like grin. “If you can remember times when they’ve messed up before, bring that up too. Don’t lie, but always cast them in the worst light possible.”

Chloe tapped her fingers against the sofa as she thought. That was doable, and really, was it so different than what she was already doing? 

She already knew that some of her classmates had been made heroes, had been given a chance to be after she had, and even worse, their Miraculouses had been returned to them even after their identities had been exposed. 

Which meant that the entire time, when Ladybug had told her that the reason she couldn’t be Queen Bee was because her identity had been exposed was a lie, and if that was a lie, what else had been a lie? 

All those times that Ladybug had told Chloe that she could be a good hero, that she could be exceptional, was that just Ladybug’s way of using her? Of manipulating Chloe? Then, once she had better pawns, more useful pawns, she’d tossed Chloe away like trash. 

Well, if Chloe was going to be treated like trash, then she’d find a way to make the others feel like garbage too. No, she’d make the entire class feel like trash for mocking her, for helping Ladybug play her like a fool, make her feel loved and wanted before ripping it away. So, she had. She’d made them pay…or at least, she’d tried as much as she could. Part of her was missing that spark, that talented bite that made the entire thing feel good. 

Maybe Chat Noir’s plan would be a good thing. Maybe it’d serve as inspiration to finally help her get back in the game, finally restore her back to her rightful place as head of the class. It couldn’t hurt to try at least. 

“Alright,” Chloe said, “and what’s condition #2?”

Chat gave Chloe a Cheshire grin as he pulled out a list and set it in front of Chloe. “Together, we’re going to get revenge on Ladybug by ruining the reputations of the heroes.” Chloe’s eyes widened as she realized what the list was: a list of each of the heroes’ weaknesses and mistakes. 

“We’re going to write scathing articles about each of the heroes and publish them on the Ladyblog,” Chat Noir said. “Then we won’t let anyone forget about them.”

Chloe snorted. “Yeah, like that lame-o Ladyblogger is going to just let us do that.”

“Chloe, Chloe, Chloe,” Chat Noir said, shaking his head at her, “You’re thinking about this all wrong. We don’t need Alya’s permission. We just need her password to get her admin privileges. We publish this stuff, lock her out, and in the time it takes to get her site back, enough people will have seen this stuff that even if Alya deletes it, it’ll be impossible to get people to stop talking about it.”

Chloe’s eyes widened as she realized the plan. “You want Adrien to betray her. You want to make him so angry that he’ll turn against her, and so distrustful of her friends that he won’t listen to anything good they have to say about her.”

Chat beamed, “See, I knew you were exceptional. No one else would’ve gotten it. I mean, if we try to isolate Marinette, she’ll just get angry and stick to Alya like glue. Nino worships the ground that Ladyblogger walks on, but Adrien, Adrien’s close to her often enough that he’d be able to see it, and his father already does most of the work for us. So, why not take advantage of it?” 

“Let me guess,” Chloe said, narrowing her eyes at the list, “you want me to write articles about all this stuff?” 

“Whichever parts interest you. I just gave you as big of a list as I could. I’d do it myself, but,” Chat Noir shrugged, “everyone knows I was always the brawn to Ladybug’s brain.”

“What even happened to you two anyways,” Chloe asked. 

“Ladybug decided that she didn’t want a plaything anymore. She found new friends, better friends, and so…” Chat Noir shrugged. “To Ladybug, everyone’s replaceable after awhile, I guess, even her so-called-partner.”

Chat Noir stretched, his feline instincts on full display, before placing the Bee Comb beside her.   

“I’m feline like we’re running out of time. So I’m going to leave this to you. I trust you’ll make the right choice. I have faith in you, Chloe.”

Then he meandered to the balcony and launched himself into Paris’s skyline, leaving Chloe with the Bee, and a difficult choice.