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Part Three

The Princess & the Lawyer - Part III

Summary: The bargain is re-negotiated. Lloyd insists on an addendum, then the promise is fulfilled.

Word Count: 4,841

Warnings: No minors. 18+ readers only. Explicit sexual content, dirty talk, mentions of drug use, addiction, brief hint of child abuse in Lloyd's past, previous criminal activity by Lloyd mentioned, and mention of virginity (the reader insert character is a virgin).

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Prior Chapter: Part II

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Despite the two drinks he’d consumed, Lloyd was clear headed.

It’d been years since he’d over indulged in alcohol. He was leery of the substance, a natural byproduct of having a raging drunk for a father. Of course, not recognizing the genetic dominance of addiction, he’d gone another direction: drugs. Starting in middle school, he’d smoked weed in bathroom stalls with the rebellious crowd. Then he’d taken to popping an Adderall now and again, to help him concentrate on schoolwork. A few years later, Xanax had been a glorious discovery that made everything just a little bit easier. At Princeton he’d gained access to a wider variety of drugs. Prozac, Vicodin, Percocet, Valium, Ecstasy, Ketamine… and Cocaine.

The white powder was his biggest weakness.

He’d taken the first bump sophomore year and been hooked from the get go. His habit was set by the time he’d gone to Cambridge. The NSA hadn’t noticed his addiction problem when they recruited him. Or maybe they hadn’t cared. He never could guess what went on in the head of the decision makers at “The Fort.” He’d worked there four years before getting caught on a random drug screen. Everything had been smoothed over and three more years passed before he’d gotten the ax for a second failed test.

Things were easier in the private sector. In France, his top desk drawer had been stocked with all his favorite substances. Cocaine, Vicodin, and Xanax. By that point, weed did little for him, which should’ve been a red flag. Detoxing cold turkey in a Paris jail cell had been one heck of a wake up call. Unless he’d experienced that episode himself, he’d still be telling anyone who cared to listen that he was only a recreational user. A person could run their mouth all day, parsing facts and dressing up the truth, but biochemistry didn’t lie.

He was familiar with being numbed. That was why he was particularly unhappy at the moment.

You were plastered to him, arms linked around his hips, rambling. Lloyd guided you up the front steps, catching you by the waist as your toe caught on the top stair. He suspected your last drink was hitting, because you were suddenly drunk as a skunk.

“Careful,” he said.

“Mmmh.”

You weaved a path down the front hall and turned into the kitchen. Lloyd took a glass from a cabinet and filled it with water. He handed it over and you wrinkled your nose.

“Don’t you have scotch?”

“You’re way past your limit, Princess. You need to dry out a bit.”

You waved him off. “Nah. I’m more fun when I’m drunk. Is that a bar cart?”

He stepped in front of you, blocking the path to his living room bar.

“Princess. If you have another, you’re going to pass out in the guest room.”

“I’ve had way more than this before and didn’t even have a hangover the next morning.”

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes as you finally took a sip of water.

He wondered what he was going to do with you. An hour ago, agreeing had been the only course of action. He didn’t want to risk your safety, and the idea of you taking home a random man disturbed him. Now, his fears had cooled and his more rational brain clicked on to sort through the details.

You were his soft spot. Everyone from the corner office to the janitorial staff knew he was wrapped around your pinky finger. His buddies often teased him that when you found a serious boyfriend, he’d be devastated. Fortunately, you’d never shown much interest in the courser sex. Until these past few months.

His friends had been right. Your dating had gotten under his skin, irritating him like a bad rash. The disappointment you showed recounting a romantic misadventure was like a punch in the gut. Aiden’s disregard for your time, feelings, and effort pissed him off to no end. He’d always been protective of you. Introducing a threatening entity had driven that instinct into hyperdrive. It wasn’t devastation or jealousy he felt, but a helpless anger that melted into hurt. Every sting dating inflicted on you made him bleed. His reaction ran deeper than mere empathy; he could feel your pain. It was as if you were a Voodoo practitioner’s effigy, used to crucify him from a distance. Your dates were a torment he was helpless to escape.

Lloyd caught your eyes wandering around the room.

“What are you thinking?”

“I’m thinking this is a big step up from dodging Aiden’s roommate.”

“I bet. Come on.”

He took your hand and led you to the sofa. Lloyd settled into the far left corner. You tucked your knees up and settled, facing him, on the middle cushion. He caught the scowl, presumably because of the distance he’d put between you. It was deliberate. Between the bar and home, reality had sunk in. His worries about your capacity to consent were even stronger now. He needed to test your commitment before this went any further.

“Wouldn’t the bedroom be more comfortable?”

“I want you clear headed, so we’re going to wait for that buzz to taper off.”

“But we agreed. You said-”

“I know. Now, I’m stipulating that you’re completely sober before we have sex.”

Your chin lifted. “This is an addendum to the original contract.”

“No agreement is perfect on the first draft.”

“I’m not so drunk I can’t consent.”

There was a sharpness in your tone that made him suspect you’d been planning on the assistance of liquid courage to get through this. His instincts were usually correct where you were concerned. He felt a rush of gratitude that Aiden had shown his true colors. The boy couldn’t be trusted with this much vulnerability.

“The addendum isn’t about consent. It’s about your mental state. I want you sober, meaning fully self possessed and aware, not tipsy and buzzed.”

You pouted.

“Princess, I have a serious question.”

“What?”

“Have you texted a friend about where you’re at, who you’re with?”

“No. Why would I? I’m with you.”

His heart fluttered. Lloyd didn’t know why your casual displays of trust always affected him like this. Even so, he devoured them as if he were a spoiled house cat gobbling down expensive, sushi-grade tuna.

“Alright. But if you’re with someone you don’t know well, make sure you have a friend who can come get you. Just in case.”

You batted your lashes at him and primped, fussing with a lock of hair.

“Why can’t we just get started?”

“Because you’re nervous. And still too impaired to satisfy the addendum.”

“You know, tacking on a bunch of last minute qualifiers to a contract you’ve already signed is rude.”

“Firstly, I didn’t sign anything. It was only a verbal agreement. And secondly… don’t mistake me for someone who cares about being polite.”

Your eyes narrowed, and your hands went to the buttons of your blouse. Lloyd seized your wrist.

“What are you doing?”

“Hurrying this along. The agreement doesn’t say I can’t take my clothes off before I’m sober.”

“Let’s obey the spirit of the law, not just the letter.”

He didn’t expect you to comply. When you lowered your hands he let go, but didn’t relax. Sure enough, you looked him in the eye and kicked off your pumps. They landed under the coffee table.

“So much for the spirit of the law.”

You twisted around, range of motion limited by the tight skirt, and crawled into his lap. His lips quirked when you burrowed into his chest, like a kitten nuzzling up to its litter mate. You laid your head on his shoulder, closed your eyes, and moaned when he rubbed your back. You looked so relaxed he almost expected you to fall asleep.

Then you said, “How long until you agree that I’m sober enough?”

“An hour and a half.”

“You’re not trying to back out, are you?”

Lloyd took a hold of your chin. He tilted your head back and watched as your eyes dilated, then fixed on his mouth.

“I won’t leave you hanging. I promise I’ll take care of you.”

Your lips parted, drawing his eyes. They were still swollen from earlier. He’d kissed the lipstick off and appreciated seeing the plump, unpainted flesh. If you let him kiss you every hour, you’d never need to buy another lip enhancing cosmetic again.

Lloyd rubbed his nose over yours. He kissed you deep, loving the way your mouth opened instantly for his tongue. He couldn’t help but devour you. When he pulled away, your mouth was positively bee stung. He nipped at the full bottom lip and you shuddered, thighs clenching. Fuck. You were going to be a firecracker.

You tugged him close and drew his head down. Following your lead, he rolled onto his back. You swung on top and took possession of his mouth. Your lips were satin smooth, and you tasted like whiskey. His hips jerked when you sucked on his tongue. Lloyd groaned at the press of your soft breasts into his hard chest. He doubted anything would ever feel as incredible as having you on top of him, showing him how much you wanted him without hesitation. Lloyd caught your hips as you gyrated against him.

“Slow down, sweetheart. We have all night.”

You scoffed, and he smiled at the displeased sound.

“Just remember, you can stop anytime you want. I’ll understand.”

“Why are you trying to push me out the door?”

“I’m not. But your feelings could have changed.”

“If they have, they’re more definitive than before. I want this, Lloyd.”

Relief uncurled in the pit of his stomach. He didn’t want to stop, but he was terrified of damaging your relationship. His jaw tightened and he took a deep breath.

“I… care about you, Princess.”

The words caught in his throat. It was difficult to shove them past the mental fortifications and articulate how he felt. Your fingers seized on his shirt, as if preparing to hold him down. Belatedly, he realized you’d taken the statement as another attempt to shirk his end of the deal.

“I’m not backing out. I don’t want to hurt you. What I’m trying to say is that I need you to be clear about what feels good, and what doesn’t.”

Your expression softened.

“Okay.”

Then you went for the buttons of his shirt. Lloyd laid back and enjoyed your enthusiasm. How could men think your virginity was a turn off? You were so vivacious. He lifted his hips to allow you to pull out the tails of his dress shirt and finish unbuttoning. Your fine motor skills appeared to be intact. If he were evaluating your ability to drive, he wouldn’t have been comfortable putting you behind the wheel yet, but there were signs you were sobering up.

“Mmmmhhh… chest hair…”

Your hands sank into the thickest area, between his pectorals. You licked your lips and stroked. Lloyd’s muscles tightened at the caress.

“You’re warm,” you said.

The blood in his veins was blazing from your light, innocent touch. Most of it had flowed south, bringing him to a painful state of arousal. He groaned when you rubbed your thumb over his nipple. Then your mouth was on his chest, trailing kisses down his sternum.

He hissed. “Fuck.”

You nuzzled the area where his oblique met the swell of his pectoral. Your teeth grazed it, then licked at the sweat. You made a noise like a purr. Lloyd shut his eyes and groaned. He felt as if he were a frog being boiled alive. Your tongue swirled over his nipple and he snarled. He caught the back of your neck and dragged you away. Your exploration was affecting him all too much; if you kept this up, he’d lose control. It was imperative that he remain in control tonight. You wiggled in his restraining grip, but he didn’t let go.

“Can I take off my clothes now?”

Lloyd growled. “No.”

“I’m not drunk.”

“But you’re not sober, either.”

“Can we at least go to the bedroom?”

Lloyd flipped you in one smooth move, making you gasp. He used his weight to pin you down and kissed you.

“Drunk you is willing. But we’re staying here on the couch until you’re totally clear headed. How about you show me all the heavy petting you’ve done? Emphasis on the showing.”

You groaned. He laughed at your frustration.

“When you’re sober, we can get around to the new stuff. Okay, Princess?”

You sighed and ran your hands over his shoulders, up his neck, into his hair. He met you halfway for a kiss. It was soft and tender, but sizzling with more passion than any of the sex he’d had in his twenties. When you parted, he was panting, shaken by the intensity. You cupped his face, your eyes filled with emotion. The ease with which you offered such vulnerability captivated him. Like a triple dose of Xanax, it went straight to his head. The sight of your dilated eyes, full of passion, and the gentleness in your touch was dizzying.

Suddenly, he appreciated the danger he was in. He’d never be able to keep his emotions compartmentalized with you. Fear surged, and he resisted pulling away, only because that would invite another Aiden into the picture. He pushed the negative thoughts away and drew you into a kiss.

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Your teeth clashed with Lloyd’s as your tongues battled for dominance.

His control just wouldn’t crack. Everything you’d done with the boys you’d dated hadn’t even tripped him up. He kept himself in check while teasing you until you were shaking with desire. This time his kiss was hotter, less restrained. You could taste the wildness. You moaned, arching your back and grinding against him, hands fisting in his shirt to hold him close. His mouth veered off to explore your cheeks, the underside of your jaw, and behind your ear. You gasped when he licked behind the lobe and shuddered at the tingle that ran down to your toes when he repeated the action on the other side. His mustache tickled, making you squirm.

Without warning, Lloyd reached under your skirt. His big, rough hand pushed between your legs. The feeling was new, and thrilling. He nipped at the pounding artery in your throat. You whined. The high pitched cry was startlingly loud in the quiet room.

“Steady, Princess. You’ve got half an hour of sobering up left.”

You parted your legs and circled his hips. Using their strength, you drew him tight against your heated core. His hand slid to your hip, and he inhaled sharply.

“Just fuck me right here. On the sofa, on the floor, I don’t care. Please?”

“You’re all wound up from just a few kisses? Poor baby. I’m going to enjoy taking you apart.”

“I’m ready.”

To prove it, you ground your aching sex against his crotch. The thick ridge under his belt made it obvious he was just as affected as you were. You couldn’t figure out why he wouldn’t give in.

He flattened his hand on your belly and pushed you down, easily breaking the clasp of your legs. You struggled to hold on, longing for more contact. His eyes flashed in a silent warning as he moved to his knees between your spread legs. You were shocked when he took a fistful of your skirt, right in the middle of the garment, and bunched it up. He eased it higher, over your hips, and took your hand, placing it on the knot of fabric.

“Hold that, sweetheart.”

You scrambled to comply. Lloyd gave a low murmur of approval.

He watched you as he stroked your inner thighs, exploring the sensitive skin. His thumbs rubbed at the hollows of your groin and traced the seam of your panties. The whole time, he studied your expression. You couldn’t help but shiver. His lips curled into a knowing grin. Lloyd stroked his thumb over your cloth covered clit. Your whole body jerked.

“Lloyd!”

His index finger slid under the thin cotton. You trembled as the back of his knuckles brushed across your folds. Your panties were soaked with evidence of your desire. He kept rubbing at the cleft of your body, spreading the slickness around, never using enough pressure to give you what you needed. The wildfire of lust inside of you ratcheted higher with each stroke. He slid his fingers down for another pass, pushing the joint of his forefinger into your opening, collecting your juices, and rubbed delicately across the heated flesh, then up, around your clit. You shuddered, tossing your head back, moaning.

“Please…”

“Shhh.”

This time he pressed on the little bundle of nerves. Your legs stiffened. You whined and bucked as he did it again. He returned to your opening, collecting more slick, and caressed you again. His fingers move higher and higher… your breath caught in anticipation.

Lloyd stopped.

“Breathe, Princess.”

You gasped. “Please… oh! Damn it!”

He pulled his fingers out of your panties and readjusted them. He pried your fingers from the skirt and shoved it down. Your choked noise of protest was ignored. With one arm around your waist, he hauled you onto the far end of the sofa, opposite the corner he’d first sat in. Your back was snug against his front as Lloyd’s arm banded under your breasts. With his free hand, he cupped your right breast. You moaned, arching into the touch. His lips grazed your temple, a soothing sensation amid the raging lust.

“Someone came prepared. Did you shave, or wax?”

“W-w-wax…”

He grunted. “Your boy toy wasn’t worth the effort. I’ll make sure you’re treated right. Unbutton your shirt.”

Your hands couldn’t undo the fastenings quickly enough. When you went for the clasp of your bra, Lloyd tightened his arm, preventing you from reaching for the closure. You keened, the firestorm in your belly a painful ache and the heat unbearable. Lloyd kissed your temple again. His fingers teased along the curve of your breast.

“It’s okay. Remember to breathe. It’s just a little foreplay.”

“This… is… torture!”

He chuckled. “Aw, Princess. I bet you did all the teasing with your dates. I think you took charge, set the pace, and never really knew what heavy petting meant.”

He squeezed your breast, his thumb stroking over the cup of your bra, across the nipple.

“Fuck!”

“Mmmmhh… Have you ever been touched here? Like this?”

“Yes.”

He petted your nipple through the unlined lace and you arched into his hand. Your brain scrambled as electricity sizzled down your spine, straight to the pulsing muscles in your sex.

“It wasn’t like this,” you gasped.

“Well, it takes men a while to figure out how to make a woman smolder.”

“Smolder?! I’m going to combust!”

Your chest was heaving as he used both hands to lift your breasts, teasing around the peaked nipples, but never touching them. He smoothed his hands down your sides to the waistband of your skirt. His hands were a little rough from calluses, but the toughness was pleasant. Your back bowed as he rubbed your belly. He held you tight, chuckling at your moan.

“Princess, you need to learn some patience.”

His hands moved to your shoulders and massaged the tight muscles. You cried, so strung out from desire that you couldn’t form words. You were frothing, livid that he could torment you so effortlessly. The lace bra was suddenly too abrasive on your hypersensitive skin. Your nipples were seized into pinpoints, tighter than ever before. They sizzled, craving his touch. Lloyd plucked at them and you cried out.

“Put your arms around my neck.”

You obeyed, hopeful that compliance would earn you relief.

He delved into your left bra cup and lightly pinched the nipple. Then he pulled away to knead your breasts through the material. You sobbed, your hands gripping hard around his neck.

“Come on, honey. Stop whining.”

“Please. I need more.”

Abruptly, he undid your bra and pushed it aside. You hissed as his fingers stroked and twisted without the barrier of lace between your bodies. It was electrifying. Your hips wouldn’t stay still. Lloyd’s hand seized your throat. You gasped, not in fear, since the pressure was light, but in excitement at the dominance. He forced your head back and took your mouth.

He squeezed your throat when you moaned, and it made you quiver. The other hand kept tending to your breast, stroking your nipple. His tongue thrust into your mouth. You whimpered as wetness flooded your panties. He pushed you onto your back, situating your hips on the center cushion. Moving like a predator, he braced his hands on either side of your waist, lingering over your body. Slowly, he lowered his head until his lips touched your sternum. You shivered, so caught up in the moment you couldn’t help but react.

Desire raced along your nerve endings, straining them until they frayed. Heat poured off your skin. Lloyd licked at the underside of your breast, then lifted it to his mouth. He sealed his lips and drew deeply. Your body jerked. He was merciless as he suckled. It was almost too intense, but so good you couldn’t even cry out. He released the bud and had latched onto the other one before you could take a breath. This time, a yelp escaped as he worked the tender flesh with his tongue. Your arms went around him, fisting in his shirt.

“Fuck! Lloyd!”

He turned ravenous at your cry. Your body rippled as he lavished attention on your breasts. When your legs jerked together, he slotted a muscular thigh between them, forcing them open. Lloyd made a sound of pleasure as he licked at your straining nipples. You shivered. He nuzzled your collarbone, tasting the sweat that had collected in the hollow before licking it up.

His mouth slanted over yours for a brief kiss. Then he patted your thigh.

“Put your legs around my waist.”

Once you’d locked your ankles around his waist, he stood up. Lloyd squeezed the globes of your ass, his broad hands spanning the entire area. You clung to his shoulders for balance and shivered at the possessive touch. You wanted all the barriers between your bodies gone so you could feel his rough hands on your skin.

Lloyd carried you towards the bedroom. As he moved, the friction of his chest hair made you gasp. He paused.

“You okay, Princess?”

“Y-y-yeah… sensitive… your chest hair…”

Your brain was still fuzzy. He caught the meaning and grinned. Then, very deliberately, he pivoted to the wall. Bracing a hand over your head and trapping you with his weight, he pressed himself against you and rubbed. Your muscles went taunt. You quivered, then shuddered. Lloyd crushed you into the wall, flattening you so there was no escape, even as you squirmed. You mewled, keening with physical awareness, and trembled with a tension you’d never felt before.

“Lloyd! Damn it, please, please…”

You caught at his shirt, jerking a fist full of material. When he eased back, you moaned at the loss. Lloyd laughed, his eyes dancing with pleasure.

“Alright, I’ll play nice.”

In the bedroom, he shut the door and set you down. His eyes were glowing with heat as he stared at you, skimming along your curves like a touch. Awareness sizzled.

“Take it off. Everything. Now.”

Lloyd stepped back. He made no move to undress himself, much to your disappointment.

His face darkened as you undid the buttons on the waistband of your skirt. You unzipped and shoved it past your hips. Your shirt and bra went next. Getting the uncomfortable lace off your skin was a relief. Finally, you were left in nothing but a pair of Brazilian briefs. You stepped closer to Lloyd and his eyes narrowed. He hooked his fingers under the thin strap on your hip.

“Everything. Off.”

You swallowed hard and complied.

Just as you’d shoved the scrap of material down your legs, Lloyd grabbed your hips and pushed them flush to the wall. You jolted in surprise when he knelt and pushed your legs apart. The broad hands on your inner thighs were a pleasure all of their own.

Lloyd grunted and glanced up from under his lashes. He nuzzled your folds, his mustache grazing sensitive skin. One leg was jerked over his shoulder as he leaned in, adjusting his position for better access. You were struggling to remember to breathe through the bubbling excitement. Your blood felt thick as if lava was moving through your veins rather than liquid.

A soft cry escaped when he parted your labia with his fingers and flicked his tongue at your entrance. He teased for a moment, then flattened his tongue, slurping at the wetness that oozed from your body. You grabbed at the wall for balance, and finding it too slick, gripped his shoulders. Lloyd purred. His face was now buried between your legs. You couldn’t see his expression, but his groans vibrated with contentment. Drinking from the wetness of your pussy, he explored higher, each stroke raising just a half centimeter above the last, working towards your clit.

By the time he licked at the tender bud, you were a wreck of shivering muscles. Your knees were too weak to bear your weight. Lloyd flicked, circled, and stroked. He treated the bundle of nerves like it was the most fascinating thing he’d ever uncovered. He was gentle, even more so than you would have been. Despite his delicacy, you were so wound up that every stroke of his tongue was overwhelming.

“Lloyd!”

“Hang on, Princess. You’re doing great.”

Your hands clenched on his shoulders. It was just in time, because his lips fastened around your clit and he sucked, slow and firm.

Your knees gave out.

With a cry, you fell, only to be caught by a brawny arm. Lloyd used the wall and the bulk of his body to hold you in place. When he released your clit, you drew a sharp breath of relief, blinking away tears.

“Holy shit… Ah!”

He sucked and tapped with his tongue. Your body jerked at the intense sensation. Lloyd growled. He released you, rising to his full height.

You shuddered against the wall, chest heaving as your head spun. Lloyd wrapped his arm around your waist, holding you upright. His free hand slid into your drenched folds. You lurched onto your tiptoes when he teased your clit. Automatically, you grabbed his wrist to ease the pressure.

“Let go.”

The tone brokered no discussion, and you released him. He murmured approval and drew you closer. At the moment, he was the only thing keeping you from sliding down the wall. Your hips rolled and your spine twisted as he stroked your clit. You were so wet. His touch was feather light, but so intense that you were already going stiff as your release built. Lloyd kissed your temple. You whined and rutted against his hand, begging for more.

“You’re so sweet. Kiss me and taste it.”

Your head fell back against the wall at his demand, your mouth already open in submission. He took your lips, and the added sensation made you quake. You moaned at the tangy zest he pushed into your mouth.

Fuck, it was so much. Tears streamed down your cheeks as he kept up a steady rhythm on your clit. It was different to feel his big, rough, hand rather than the familiar softness of your own. He gripped you tighter and plunged his tongue deep into your mouth. On the heels of that sensual assault, his finger sank into you.

His tongue muffled your gasp as he took the access even deeper. You moaned, bucking, taking the digit further, as he eased the kiss into a lazy thrust and parry of your tongues. Your inner muscles rippled around his thick finger. It was much longer than your own, and fit snugly against that sweet spot you could never reach.

You pushed your hips into his hand and growled in a silent demand. Lloyd broke off the kiss. His finger was still slotted into your pussy as he narrowed his eyes at you.

“Demanding little princess, aren’t you?”

“Fuck me,” you said, breathless.

Lloyd’s lips twitched. He ground his palm into your clit. You keened, your arms snaking around his neck to stay upright as you shuddered. Then he crooked his finger, brushing a spot that made you squeak in surprise as your body rippled. You felt the touch everywhere. Each muscle coiled and quivered as if he’d found a master key to your whole body.

“Lloyd! Ah, Lloyd…”

The next curl of his fingers sent electricity zapping through every nerve ending in your body and you wailed. He abruptly withdrew his fingers and raised the creamy digits to his lips. You watched, dazed, as he licked them clean.

“Get on the bed, Princess."

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Hero or Villain?…Anti-Hero OC

Katherine Lang

“I’m sorry, do we have a problem? No? Good. Get out! Cause i will dig up every track you buried til it kills me.”

Full Name: Katherine ‘Katrina’ Lang

Nicknames: Katrina, Kat, Ms. Lang, T

Age: 16-28 years old

Height: 5’4

Occupation: Agent of Red Room, Strikers , SHIELD/HYDRA—whatever the job payment is.

Skills: Technical basic training, disguises, getaway driver, panel controls as in she will order her men to strike you down, research and response center. She is usually being of assistance when needed. She’s also good with guns.

“When everyone knows your tragedy, they treat you differently. Like you’re gonna break or fight them, right? Even if they might be trying to help, all they do is remind you of the most painful moment of your life.”

Ethnicity: Her father is of Dutch descent. Her mother is of Chinese descent. But she grew up in different places across the USA.

Relationship Status: Single.

Titles: The Lady In Red, Stiletto, The Innocent

Personality: Snarky, quiet, slightly charming, daring, a little cold hearted and utterly willing to do what she believes is worth her benefits. As well as time. Growing to be obsessive and emotional, especially with a passion for getting stuff done. Even if it meant ordering a kill or two.

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-> Backstory

-> Katrina grew up in and out of foster homes. Had at least less than dozens of families take her under their wing, even her aunt as well after her parents died tragically by an explosion in the middle of a highway. She will never know who or how it happened, and honestly, she didn’t care too much to find out.

Especially when a lot of people knew of that unknown tragedy to her lifetime, almost a poster girl for the unexpected moments.

Due to her natural beauty and use of clothing, she appeared to make sure she was as gentle as a flower. Having a guys and even girls wrapped around her finger in early high school years. Ending up as one of the cheerleaders for extra credits, because that’s what she believed her parents and aunt wanted her to be.

However it wasn’t exactly what she desired to be doing. Wanting to fight for what she believes is worthy, see the world development underneath her fingertips, and get a glimpse of the jobs done. Understand it.

Across her 16th year of life, being in the care of foster parents, she was given the odd opportunity to go to Paris. While she was there she visited the Kawatche cave walls, getting a feeling like she meant to be at that old building. As the symbols called her names like a witching tone into her grasp, she felt someone tap her shoulder sliding a envelope under her armpit as they did.

“What do you want?” She asked, not looking at the person, just staring at the walls.

“I heard your little small story.” Said the voice, female, sounding almost crisp and whispery.

“What of it?”

“Public tragedy of dead parents. Foster homes. Good grades. Deeming track record in social life.”

“I was a cheerleader. A preppy gray example of the good girl.”

“That’s what the others want to believe, my dear. Secretly you’ve been knocking back the doors and stealing a few items, getting caught in the mist of a scandal between an old friend who tried to kill you?”

“..she was uh, controlled by some smoke in the school halls. So was i..i took the axe and destroyed walls. But she didn’t kill me.”

“But you almost did. She tried to do the same. Both did some serious damage to the school. Why?”

“..everyone wants something they can’t have. Money, looks, love, be understood..hell, even friendship. Just some controls over something. I guess she was jealous. I wiped the footage clean from security cameras afterwards..It was the past, why come now?”

“Open it.”

She opened it. Spy. The envelope said a few more things but that’s the word which caught her name. Striking expression appeared on her face, as she looked over her shoulder at the women for the first time. She was brunette, tall, lean brown eyes and dressed in gray coat with a black dress underneath. She was stunning with a small lined smile, nodding.

“Spy..agent?” She asked the women.

“Whichever one suits you. We are always willing to take in strays from the litter, my dear.” She replied with a shrug.

“I an not a stray!”

“Suit yourself. I’m just giving you an opportunity to workout your future. You’ll be good at it, i hope.”

Katherine knew that she wasn’t exactly seen right away in people’s eyes. Her past was always a little foggy and she was young, what does she have left to lose? Be the poster girl or something else?

———

Of course she choose the latter. Arriving underground side in Paris, finding the women and agreed to take a peek of the wider view of the world.

-> Over the years, she trained in basic gymnastics and kickboxing aside from the ones she knew already. She was around technical groups, diving in and using her tricks, gently roll of the touch voice, to convey the attention of others. Meeting a few short coming men and women, some even became friends. However, Katrina was never assigned to be strictly Red Room or Hydra material per say, which lead her to flexible with her schedule for trips.

Which also meant, she would go undercover as older allies, wig and custom made costumes with weapons in hand, in teams of two, to take down what threat that needed to be taken care of. Leaving her mark in black heels and a red pressed kiss on a notecard. Coming across SHIELD agents, the rich & famous such as The Starks and Feltons, and other unofficial agents who were neither bad or good.

Katrina never considered herself neither bad or good either, sometimes mad her wonder if she was in the wrong business.

She had undergone preparations and briefing for targets to be taken out. Keeping an eye on her fellow men and women on the field, calling the shots to be taken in their earpieces. Sometimes she doesn’t listen to her own voice in her head, roundhouse kicking or ordering herself to take another step furthermore.

-> Remember in Winter Solider when Natasha showed Steve her scar that was from The Solider who injured her, yes Barnes took the shot to kill the scientist, but Katrina and the others at the control panel were the ones to tell Barnes to do it.

She didn’t want to injure the ex-widow, but one look from her higher ranked member told her to message the order to do as he must.

Get the job done, even if it hurt or annoyed her to do so.

~~~

Recruitment had to be an intriguing part for her. Even though she tends to discuss the situation or disapprove of the recruiting process for others, she would look at her fellow students of the job, for their opinions.

They would just tell her to get the job done and everyone can go out for drinks later. She was actually apart of the group who recruited who willing suggests who said they have nothing else to lose, Wanda and Pietro Maximoff, believing that the job would be worthy of their time.

Seeing the world develop underneath their fingernails and try to understand what can be done.

Those same sentiments struck a tone with her, since they were similar to what she thought was right. In result, she felt somewhat empathetic towards the twins.

She understood them and their willingness to take on challenges, just none of them were taught in the correct manner to do so. Which made it a challenge.

Hell, she found the one with the platinum blonde and brunette roots pretty good looking . It didn’t help that he always flirted with her every chance he got, trying to sweep Katrina off her feet with every interaction. Thankfully she never fell for his charms. But she did blush.

The natural brunette beauty, she was a somewhat kind hearted but odd one like her, always tinkering and wondering around the halls. She sometimes found Katrina in the hallways or computer room of the building, if she was around, to talk. She always found herself holding her hand for comfort on both sides of the coin.

———

Katrina has taken jobs at few organizations, whoever was willing to give her a chance with a good payment. Being honest, she wasn’t always to please with every task she was given to do. A lot of time it the upmost basic stunts like being stealth to grab intel from a community of rich folks, digging up information that was buried in a system and or taking down unwanted eyes for a certain job.

Hell, she has worked for plenty of men and women across the country who have wanted to have her as assistance on a experimental project, even if it pushed her limits or pay rate. Having worked for company’s like Palmer, The Luther Family, HIVE and others over the years.

She didn’t always take the shot though, believing that there was another way to finish things. Or sometimes she faked the person undoing, knowing the boss wouldn’t ask for much, just evidence of some kind.

She sometimes, if the job called for it, saved herself and a few people in the possibilities of something rather lighter to happen in the future. People would call her a vigilante for the work she does, but not exactly a heroic act. But she tried.

~~~

Her looks were a dead giveaway that she’s wasn’t somewhat truly horrible, she had a light side and a dark side to her.

Everyone did.

But Katherine was like any other person in this lifetime, she wants to know what she can and cannot do. Not wanting to get hurt or feel hurt, even though pain is part of life.

She wants to see if she can push her limits and test out the results around her, even if it meant accidentally making the wrong choices or siding the anti-heroic path.

Sometimes it felt good to be a little cocky and act as bad as you can get. Other times it really doesn’t.

But at the end of the day, she makes the decision to take the gold or leave whatever her past is in the dust.

~~~~

-> But the real question, who will find her? Will be taken back to light side and rest in the work she has done? Who will she meet?

That’s what I got, I might edit and add more to her story later on. What did you think?

Also did I use quotes from the actress’s character in the series? Maybe haha.

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Scarabée and Kitty Claws AU

Darkblade. The kakistocracy King.

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Chloé was in her luxurious room looking at herself in the mirror.

Adoring the absolutely beautiful Scarabée-themed dress she was wearing.

She then turns to her right and sees Scarabée walking towards her.

Scarabée: Hello, my priceless Princess~

Chloé: Itty-Bitty!

Feeling another's presence in the room, Chloé turns to her left and sees Alix.

Chloé: Ally-Kins?! What are you doing here?!

Alix: Chloé, I've seen ALL the incredible things you've been doing. I was hoping that you'd... be my girlfriend?

Chloé, blushing: Alix-

Scarabée, pulling Chloé to her by the waist: You've HAD your chance to show her how much you love her and now I'm here to love and adore her!

Alix: Superheroine or not, I WILL fight for you, Chloé! *magically summons an axe*

Scarabée, putting Chloé onto her bed: Don't want the prettiest Princess to get hurt.

Alix: That's one thing we can agree on.

Before Scarabée and Alix could fight over her, Chloé's alarm goes off, which immediately wakes her up.

Chloé, groaning before turning off the alarm: Noooo, did it HAVE to go off now?

Plagg: Why are you so bummed? Your dad's been reelected for the fourth time as the Mayor of Paris. The re-election party alone kept me happy ALL night.

Chloé: That's because you kept stuffing your little face with camembert the whole time. You were lucky you didn't get caught.

While Chloé was happy for her dad, she couldn't help but remember what the adults at the party talked to him about.

"Isn't the election for class representatives at your daughter's school tomorrow? She's gonna be a little you when she wins!"

"That' right! She's been class representative three years in a row. I bet she'll do an incredible job again this year!"

"You two are SO much alike! I bet her classmates adore her so very much. She'll win by a landslide, just like you André!"

While Chloé was happy for her dad, she never really liked running for class representative.

While Sabrina's help did make it noticeable more bearable, Chloé couldn't help but not be too fond of the responsibility.

Chloé, internally: Since I'm Kitty Claws now, I don't have time for it... THANK YOU, BLACK CAT MIRACULOUS!

While everyone else was watching Scarabée and Kitty Claws on the news, Nadja Chamack switches to another news report, stating that the previous day, André Bourgeois was reelected for the fourth time as the Mayor of Paris.

There were two different types of reactions.

The positive...

👑Princely Sunshine☀️: Congrats on your dad winning again, Chloé!

🐱Catty-Chlo💛: Thanks Adrien.

🧠BrainyBrina👓: What are we gonna do when you run for class representative again?

🐱Catty-Chlo💛: About that... I gotta talk to you about that when we're at school.

And the negative.

~~~~~At their respective homes~~~~~

Marinette, working on the box for her diary: Since Mr. Bourgeois won again, we gotta deal with another year of Chloé being Class Representative...

Nathaniel: This is gonna be a LONG school year.

Max: Unfortunately, there's a 95% chance that Chloé's gonna run for Class Representative again.

Rose: I'm sure she'll do better than previous years...

Juleka: She obviously won't be any better than previous years.

Luka: I'm happy I don't go to your school.

Kim: Aw man! I was looking forward to running this year too!

Ivan: I hope Mylène isn't gonna be too upset...

Mylène: I was really looking forward to running for Class Representative this year...

Alya: I haven't been here long, but I KNOW that "Chloé" and "Class Representative" don't mix.

Tikki, reading the group chat: Is Chloé running for Class Representative really that bad?

Alix, getting ready for school: You had to be there to see it, Tikki.

The news report returns, bringing with it the face of Armand D'argencourt, the losing candidate, who is also a fencing instructor at the Lycée.

Alix then picks up a familiar box and opens it again.

The black and light green silk choker that Kitty Claws gave her for her birthday not too long ago.

Alix, putting the choker on: Let's see if KC's gift gives me and the others some good luck today.

~~~~~At School~~~~~

In Miss Bustier's classroom, Chloé and Sabrina are standing in the front of the students.

While Sabrina's expecting the make the usual running for Class Representative announcement, the blonde shocks her as well as the whole class.

Chloé: I will not be running for Class Representative this year. Leading you losers around is so boring!

Sabrina and Adrien, incredibly shocked: What?!

Almost the entire class: *cheers loudly*

Miss Bustier: Are you sure, Chloé?

Chloé: Absolutely. *walks back to her seat and sits down*

Miss Bustier: Alright... would anyone else like to run for Class Representative then?

Marinette, Mylène, Rose and Kim, in unison: ME!!

The four friends looked at each other before they all started laughing.

Miss Bustier: This is so exciting! Four people running in one year? How fun!

Alix, whispering: Thank you, lucky choker.

After a (long) while of trying to get the class to calm down, Miss Bustier dismisses them for lunch, letting the class mull over its decision.

Marinette, Mylène, Rose and Kim were more than happy to talk about their ideas with each other, not even caring that they're all meant to go against each other.

Rose: This is gonna be so much fun!

Kim: I know right?!

Mylène: We actually get to think of campaign platforms!

Marinette: I already know what I'm gonna do! But it's a total surprise.

Not far from the four excited friends' table, Alix and Nathaniel watched them.

Alix: Don't think I've ever seen the four of them so happy during Class Representative elections.

Nathaniel: Can you blame them? The first year Chloé ran for Class Representative, Mylène was CRUSHED. Then the year after that, Rose was in tears after Chloé embarrassed her. And don't even get me started on what Kim went through last year when he decided to run against Chloé.

Alix, caressing her choker: I'm just happy those four get to have fun with it now.

Nathaniel, noticing the choker: Wait... is that the present Kitty Claws gave you?!

Alix, blushing: You shut it!

Nathaniel: You're wearing a choker that one of the two heroines of Paris gave to you for your birthday. We gotta talk about what's going on between you two!

Alix: There's NOTHING to talk about! Besides... I heard Marc's running for Class Representative in his class. Gonna give him your support? *smirks*

Nathaniel, now blushing as well: You shut it!

Alix: You started it!

The two tried to hold it in, but they couldn't help but to laugh with each other.

Little did the two know, Chloé was watching them both from afar.

Chloé, internally: SHE'S ACTUALLY WEARING IT!! *blushes*

Sabrina, walking up to her: Chloé? What happened in class?! Why aren't you running for Class Representative? You've ran for it and won since middle school!

Chloé, turning to face Sabrina: I just... didn't wanna do it anymore.

Adrien, walking up to them with his duffel bag over his shoulder: You always told me about how much fun you had as Class Representative. It's quite surprising that you wanna give that up.

Chloé: Is it so surprising that I want a change of pace this year?

Sabrina and Adrien, in unison: Yes!

Adrien, hearing his timer go off: I gotta go home and eat, then get ready for fencing practice. See you two later! *runs off*

Brigiette was watching Adrien leave.

Brigiette, internally: Oh Adrien... when I become Class Representative in MY class, I'll make sure our classes hang out all the time so you can see how incredible I am! But first... I have to deal with Marc.

Marc walks up to the table were Alix and Nathaniel are sitting and sits with them.

Marc: Hey guys!

Alix: Hey Marc.

Nathaniel, still blushing: Hey, Marc...

Alix: Heard you're running for Class Representative in your class.

Nathaniel: Are you nervous? I heard Brigiette's also in the running.

Marc: Not too much. Thanks to Marinette, I got an ace up my sleeve.

Alix, after finishing up her lunch: Good luck dealing with that one, I gotta get my stuff ready for LaCrosse practice later.

Nathaniel and Marc, in unison: See ya later, Alix!

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

Alix was looking at her resent texts as she walked to LaCrosse practice.

❤️Best-Blogger📱: Let's hope your practice doesn't take too long. Marinette, Mylène, Rose and Kim have these cute Class Representative booths with their ideas all over them. Since one of Marinette's idea is to raise more money for a better school dessert menu, she’s gonna be quite popular.

💜Priceless Jule💎: Rose's idea for more comfortable chairs in the library is a sweet idea too.

📚Maximum-Mind🧠: While it could be exhausting, I do see Kim's idea to add an extra five minutes to classes that require physical activity as a good idea.

🎵Singing Softie🖤: Mylène's idea for better recycling for the class is a good one too!

🥇Alix the Awesome💥: Remember guys, when one of them wins, they'll make sure to fix in ALL their ideas.

On her way to there, Alix saw Nadja Chamack and her camera sneaking around the school.

Alix, internally: After yesterday's election, this could not end well. *follows them*

During his fencing class, Adrien is taken out by a remarkable attack from his coach, Mr. D’Argencourt.

Adrien, getting off of the floor: Ow! That's quite the attack, Mr. D'argencourt. Who taught you that?

Mr. D’Argencourt: This particular maneuver was developed by my ancestor, Darkblade.

Adrien, sarcastically: Darkblade? That doesn't sound like a super villain AT ALL.

Mr. D'Argencourt: Adrien, what did I say about the sass?

Adrien: Wait til after class.

Mr. D'Argencourt: Good, now on with the story. In the days of yore, Darkblade conquered Paris and ruled over it with an iron fist until he was overthrown fence by a wealthy Frenchman who used his dirty gold to buy the loyalties of the common people.

Adrien, internally: So... either option was bad and they chose the one they could actually survive with, got it.

Mr. D'Argencourt, not noticing that Nadja and the cameraman walking closer to him: To think not too long ago, my ancestors' flag was waving above Paris.

Nadja, holding up her microphone to his face: Is that why you ran for Mayor, Mr. D'Argencourt? To seek revenge on your ancestors' behalf?

Mr. D'argencourt, irritated: Who do we have here then?

Nadja: Nadja Chamack. Don't be bemused, it's just the news! Do you have anything to say about quote on quote "Landslide Defeat"?

Fred Haprèle, with Alix walking beside him: Hey! How did you get in this school?!

Nadja, pull her cameraman along: I think it's time to get back to the studio!

While Fred ran after Nadja and her cameraman, Alix walks up to Adrien and Mr. D'argencourt.

Mr. D'argencourt: We're ending the lesson for today. *walks away*

Alix and Adrien share a concerned look as the teacher left.

Hawkmoth senses Mr. D’Argencourt’s frustration and sends an akuma after him.

As Mr. D'Argencourt leaves the school, Nadja and her cameraman follow him while getting footage for the news.

When Mr. D’Argencourt bumps into a poster featuring Mayor Bourgeois, he angrily slashes it to pieces, surprising the news crew behind him.

The akuma then arrives and possesses his fencing sword.

Hakmoth: Darkblade. In return for the powers I've given you, you'll capture Scarabée and Kitty Claws' Miraculous for me.

Mr. D'argencourt: when the flag bearing the emblem of my ancestors lays again upon the roof of city hall, then to thee I shall be indebted! *transforms into Darkblade*

While he transformed, Nadja made sure her cameraman got the shot.

Nadja: A-anything you'd like to say about your transformation into a-

Darkblade: DARKBLADE! The Lord of PARIS!

Alix and Adrien watched as Darkblade transforms Nadja and her cameraman into knights before running back into the school.

Adrien: We gotta tell the others to barricade the school!

Alix: Our Class Representative candidates are running booths by the classrooms. You go tell them and I'll go tell as many people as I can on the other side of the school.

Adrien: Got it. Be careful, Alix! *runs off*

After Adrien's out of sight, Alix runs into the nearest girls' bathroom, which was fortunately empty.

Alix: You hear all that, Tikki?

Tikki, phasing through her duffel bag: Yeah I got all of that.

Alix: Good. Tikki, Spots On! *transforms into Scarabée*

Scarabée: This Akuma is quite the challenge. I should wait for Kitty Claws to show up.

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

Chloé was in her room painting her nails in a Scarabée inspired style.

Plagg: You'd really rather be here than at school checking out the booths?

Chloé: *rolls her eyes* You heard how happy they were to hear to I wasn't running for Class Representative this year. Why would I be there? Besides, with me here, they clearly won't have to worry about me sabotaging them or their precious booths.

~~~~~Back at Lycée Françoise Dupont~~~~~

While Chloé's class didn't have to worry about a cheating candidate, Brigiette's class wasn't so lucky.

While the other students from enjoyed the booths from Miss Bustier's Class Representative candidates, Brigiette snuck away to the lockers and picked Marc's locker open.

In it she saw his little book in an open rainbow box unfamiliar to her, but quite familiar to Marinette.

Brigiette: Yes! It's not in his bag this time! I bet his writes all his cringe stories in this. I could totally use this against him!

When Brigiette puts her hand in the box to pick up the book, the box closes down on her hand.

In a panic Brigiette manages to close the locker, lock it back up, and hid her trapped hand in her purse as she ran away.

By the time she made it back to the Class Representative booths with the others, she saw Adrien running towards her (and the MANY other students there).

Brigiette, internally: He's even more handsome while running!

Adrien, stopping in front of Alya: I think it's best that we don't leave the school for a bit.

Marc, walking up to him: Why is that?

Adrien: Me and Alix saw Mr. D'Argencourt get akumatized. He can turn people into his Knight Minions, so it's probably best that we DON'T increase the numbers.

Nathaniel, running up to him: Where is Alix?!

Adrien: She went to tell those on the other side of the school.

Mylène: Shouldn't we go find her then?!

Scarabée, walking in: Don't bother. I saw her get turned into one of those Knights.

Rose, nearly crying: No... *gets pulled into a hug by Juleka*

Marinette: Shouldn't Kitty Claws be here to help you?

Scarabée: *sighs* She's not answering my calls or texts... I hope she's okay.

Marinette: If you need help, I'd be more than happy to come with you.

Scarabée: No can do. We don't know what this Akuma could have up his sleeve. It's probably best that you all stay here. Board up the school and STAY SAFE.

Scarabée then quickly makes her leave.

Little did Scarabée know, Marinette had a plan of her own.

Marinette, turning to Alya: Alya, will you come with me? I think we're gonna need the ScaraBlog to keep everyone in the loop.

Alya: I'm in!

Kim: You're gonna need more muscle *pulls Max close* and brains. We're coming too!

Max, holding his laptop: I agree.

Mylène: Me and Ivan can help Socqueline and the others board up the school.

Socqueline: We gotta get started now! *takes Mylène, Ivan, and a bunch of other students with her*

Rose: Me and Juleka will also stay to keep everyone's spirits up!

Adrien: I want to go too!

Sabrina: So do I! Given that D'Argencourt lost the election yesterday, he's probably targeting Mr. Bourgeois. He's probably gonna go after Chloé if he can't get to him.

Marinette: Alright! So the six of us are going! Get your gear and be ready in three minutes.

Nathaniel, balling his fist up: Alix... no.

Marc, gently grabbing his hand: Don't worry, Scarabée and Kitty Claws will saw her.

~~~~~Outside~~~~~

Scarabée watched from a few top as Darkblade transformed every and anyone around into his Knight Minions from a rooftop.

Scarabée, looking at her yo-yo again: KC still isn't answering any of my calls. *sighs* guess I'm on my own for now.

Darkblade: Let us do battle, Knights!

Scarabée then makes herself known to the Akuma and his army by jumping from the rooftop and landing in front of them all.

Scarabée, spinning her yo-yo: The people had their say and they chose Bourgeois over you, D'Argencourt!

Darkblade: Their words don't apply to me. D’Argencourt was defeated, NOT Darkblade! Onguard!

Scarabée's lone fight with Darkblade began.

But it doesn't last long due to Darkblade managing to get Scarabée yo-yo out of her hand and over the bridge.

Scarabée: Well, that's un-fucking-fortunate!

Darkblade, shocked: Language, Young Lady! Take her!

Scarabée: Yeah... no! *jumps off the bridge*

Darkblade: Now that she’s dealt with, City Hall awaits us!

Scarabée, under the bridge: Let's hope KC's there too.

Little did Scarabée know, there was another part to Darkblade's City Hall plan.

~~~~~Back at Le Grand Paris~~~~~

Plagg was eating his camembert cheese when he sensed that something was off.

He then stealthily flew outside, saw the army of Knights surrounding the Hotel, and flew right back in.

Plagg, quickly flying back inside: Blondie? You gotta see this!

Chloé: *groans* Plagg! You chose NOW to admire the view I have of Paris?! I'm trying to relax.

Plagg: I got a view all right, but it's not a good one!

Chloé gets up from her bed, runs out to the pool, and is able to see the Armored Knights surrounding Le Grand Paris from below.

Before Chloé could transform, her door is kicked down and in walks Darkblade.

Darkblade, walking into the room: Hello, Princess.

Chloé and Plagg (who managed to hide in her purse), internally: Oh shit. Oh shit. Oh SHIT!

Darkblade then uses his sword to transform Chloé, but not into a Knight.

~~~~~Outside of Hôtel de Ville~~~~~

While André was being held up in the building by the Knights with swords being held up to him, Scarabée wasn't far as she fought through the many Knights outside to get to him.

Just when Scarabée finds herself surrounded, a limousine drove towards her, hitting all the Knights around her before stopping.

Marinette, Alya, Kim, Max, Adrien and Sabrina all come out of it.

Scarabée: I thought I told you guys to stay at the school- is that a limousine from the Agreste home?!

Sabrina: Don't worry, we didn't steal it. Adrien's body guard was turned into a Knight!

Max: And we technically weren't driving it. I used my laptop to control it.

Marinette: Kitty Claws still isn't here with you?!

One of the Knights: Oye! Oye! Darkblade shall speak now! Listen or be imprisoned!

Darkblade, with a tied up Chloé in a golden princess dress next to him: Henceforth my flag shall fly over my Kingdom. *readies his swords* Bourgeois, pathetic naive! Come hither and do battle! For your the Kingdom and your daughter!

André, running outside: CHLOÉ!

Scarabée: Mayor Bourgeois, NO!

Scarabée then uses her yo-yo to prevent André from getting any closer to the Akuma.

Adrien, angrily: Using his love for his daughter against him is incredibly low!

Scarabée: I have to agree.

Scarabée then wraps her yo-yo around one of the Knight Minions and throws them at Darkblade.

Once Darkblade is on the ground, Scarabée uses her yo-yo to quickly pull Chloé close to her.

Scarabée, still holding her: Are you okay, Chloé? He didn't hurt you, did he?!

Chloé, blushing at the closeness: N-no I'm okay.

Alya, livestreaming: Scarabée is on the scene! Where are you, Kitty Claws?!

Chloé, internally: Damnit! I should've stayed at the school. Transforming would've been SO much easier!

Kim: We gotta get Chloé and Mayor Bourgeois inside!

Sabrina: We gotta clear out the inside first!

Scarabée, letting go of Chloé: Stay close, Chloé. *turns to face Kim and Sabrina* follow my lead, you two.

While Scarabée Kim and Sabrina ran inside Hôtel de Ville, they knocked out every Knight Minion that came at them while Chloé Adrien Max and Marinette carefully followed them.

Just as Darkblade gets up again, Scarabée flings all the Knights they defeated out of the door.

After they all land on him, she slams the door.

Darkblade, getting back up angrily: YOU ALL SHALL FEEL THE THE WRATH OF DARKBLADE!

Scarabée: Board up the windows and doors, now!

Darkblade, walking up to the door: you all shall kneel before the flag of Darkblade!

Before Darkblade could fully open the door, Kim throws a heavy chair at it, making sure it closes in his armor covered face.

Marinette: Scarabée, take Chloé to safety! We should be able to hold them off until you get back.

Scarabée, picking Chloé up bridal style: Thanks! Be safe, you guys *runs up the stairs*

Chloé, internally: Damnit! This is all my fault! If I were there, I could've been helping Itty-Bitty and not caught by Darkblade. But nope! I just HAD to go home and do my nails.

Chloé, speaking out loud: Why would you want to save a spoiled brat like me? It's worth it to sacrifice me to him.

Scarabée: Chloe, I swear to you. As long as I'm by your side, you'll never be harmed. Trust me, my dear.

Chloé, furiously blushing: ... *thinks to herself* STOP BEING HOT! I'M UPSET WITH MYSELF!! *speaks out loud once again* Y-you can just had me in one of these rooms. I promise I'll be fine.

Scarabée, smirking: You got it, Princess!~

Chloé, internally: STOP BEING SO SMOOTH AND SEXY DAMNIT!!!

Scarabée then kicks open the door, walks inside, and gently puts Chloé down before quickly leaving.

After the door is closed, Plagg flies out of Chloé's purse, wearing a little dress of his own.

Plagg: Please transform now!

Chloé: You don't have to tell me twice. Plagg, Claws Out!

After transforming, Kitty Claws leaps out the room's window, runs around to the front of Hôtel de Ville, and make herself known to Darkblade and his Knights.

Kitty Claws: Hey! Instead of mess with the ACTUAL Mayor of Paris and a bunch of teenagers, why don't you take a swing at me! *readies her baton*

Marinette, looking between a part of the window they didn't cover: It's Kitty Claws! She's here!

Alya, filming Kitty Claws from inside: Finally!

Scarabée: *sighs in relief* Thanks for showing up, KC. I'm gonna go out to help her now. You all stay safe in here! *runs up the stairs*

Scarabée briefly looks at the door of the room she put Chloé in before going into the door across from it and closing the door.

Outside, Kitty Claws is surrounded by Knights, but Scarabée rescues the cat heroine with her yo-yo.

Scarabée: Sorry I wasn't out there helping you, KC. I was helping with damage control.

Kitty Claws: If anyone should be apologizing, it's me for being so late, Itty-Bitty!

Kitty Claws then gets up, quickly walks up to Scarabée and gives her a tight hug.

Scarabée couldn't help but to hug her back.

They're nice moment is interrupted by Darkblade shouting

"COME FORMATION!!"

To stop the Knights from climbing onto the windows, Scarabée uses her yo-yo to swing kick them off while Kitty Claws uses her baton to push them off.

Kitty Claws: Your form is terrible! *pulls Scarabée back in the window*

Darkblade, angrily: Cursian colorful acrobats!

Darkblade then turns two cars into catapults and launches himself onto the roof.

Kitty Claws: They're trying to fling themselves onto the roof to get the flag!

Scarabée: I know where his akuma is. We can’t let him change that flag! Let's get that sword!

Kitty Claws and Scarabée follow him and see that he is about to place his family flag on top of City Hall.

The two heroines try to get the sword before he plants the flag, but they're is too late.

As Darkblade plants the flag, a dark cloud spreads over Paris and creates a gigantic cylinder of darkness that shrinks inwards, turning everyone it passes through into knights.

This of course included everyone in Lycée Françoise Dupont and their six allies with Mayor Bourgeois as well.

Darkblade: Bow to King Darkblade!

Scarabée, absolutely furious: GOD FUCKING DAMNIT!!

Darkblade: Soon you shall join my army, verminous insect!

Kitty Claws, knock all the Knight off of her: NO ONE TALKS TO SCARABÉE LIKE THAT! BRING IT ON, YOU FUCKING OLD TIMER!!

While Kitty Claws begins to repeatedly hit Darkblade with her baton, Scarabée begins to spina her yo-yo, ready to continue the fight.

A certain super villain absolutely loved watching the two heroines struggle.

Hawkmoth: It won't be long before Scarabée and Kitty Claws show up to meet their doom.

While still finding Darkblade, Kitty Claws noticed that the gigantic cylinder of darkness was getting closer to them.

Kitty Claws, still shielding herself with her baton: We're about to wind up as Knights too... I would NOT rock a suit of armor!

Scarabée, noticing that the Knights are getting even closer to her: Damnit...

Scarabée and Kitty Claws realize that they have little time to spare before they too are transformed into knights.

Scarabée uses Lucky Charm, which produces a small wind-up toy.

Scarabée, after using her lucky vision: You better be ticklish, Darkblade!

Even after all of her attacks, Darkblade continued to get back up.

This still doesn't stop Kitty Claws from fighting him.

After winding up it up, Scarabée swings abit closer to Darkblade and away from his Knights.

She then tosses the toy under Darkblade’s shoulder, tickling him and causing him to drop his sword.

Kitty Claws, who activated her cataclysm then catches the swords and tosses the now rusty sword to Scarabée, who quickly breaks the already fragile thing, revealing the akuma and causing the cylinder of darkness to vanish.

Scarabée then catches the akuma, purifies it, and uses her Miraculous Cure to fix everything.

Which included turning everyone who got transformed into a Knight back to normal.

Scarabée: Great job as always, KC.

Kitty Claws: Thank you very much, Itty-Bitty~ *hears her ring beeping* we gotta get going! *quickly pulls Scarabée close and uses her baton to take the selfie*

Scarabée: I'm taking D'Argencourt back to the school he works at. See you soon?

Kitty Claws: I hope so!~

After Scarabée leaves with Mr. D’Argencourt, Kitty Claws goes back through the window she went out of and transforms back into Chloé before Plagg hides in her purse.

Just as she left the room, Adrien and Sabrina ran up to her.

Sabrina: Chloé! We're so happy you're okay! *quickly hugs her*

Chloé, hugging her back: Yeah, it's a good thing Scarabée came when she did.

Adrien, smirking: Chloé can always count on Scarabée to be HER hero.

Chloé, blushing: Don't leave out Kitty Claws!

Adrien: Yeah, but it's clear that you have a favorite-

Chloé, blushing furiously: Shut it!

Sabrina: Marinette and the others already left... which one of them do you think is gonna win Class Representative tomorrow.

Chloé: Don't know, don't care. Any one of them will do a better job than me.

Sabrina: Chloé...

Chloé: It's fine, Sabrina. I told my dad I wasn't running for Class Representative again when I got back to my room and he wasn't upset with me at all.

Adrien: I gotta go! Placide's probably freaking out looking for the limousine.

Sabrina: We'll come with you!

After Scarabée drops Mr. D’Argencourt off in front of the school, she hides before transforming back.

When she walks up towards the school, she sees Nathaniel Marc Mylène and Rose running towards her.

Nathaniel, hugging her: I'm so happy you're okay!!

Marc: You had us ruined sick.

Rose, joining in on the hug as well: We're so relieved that you're alright!

Mylène: These Akumas are enough to stress Angels out!

Socqueline, shouting from in school while dragging Brigiette towards the entrance: Hey Marc! We got a little cheater with a trapped hand here!

When Socqueline shows them Brigiette's trapped hand, Marc pulls a key out of his pocket, walks up to them, unlocks the box, and takes it and the book from Brigiette.

Marc: Gotta thank Marinette again for the magic box.

Without saying a word, Brigiette snatches her wrist out of Socqueline's strong hand before running away.

Marinette, Alya, Kim, and Max then walk up to the group.

Alix: Now that she’s gone, can I ask were YOU FOUR have been?!

Alya: You can see it all on the ScaraBlog!

Rose: They took Adrien and Sabrina to go help Scarabée!-

Kim: Whoa! Don't spoil it for her!

Marinette: The important thing is that Scarabée and Kitty Claws managed to save the day again.

Alix: I'm going home now! *points at Marinette, Rose, Mylène, and Kim* You four gotta take down those booths you set up.

Nathaniel: Me and Marc are gonna stay behind and help clean up, see ya tomorrow, Alix!

As Alix walks away, she couldn't help but think about what Chloé said earlier.

"Why would you want to save a spoiled brat like me? It's worth it to sacrifice me to him."

Alix, internally: Seeing everyone cheer after she said she wasn't running for Class Representative must have really got to her...

Alix then took out her phone and started to text a familiar number.

❓️AK🎭: You there?

👑Princely Sunshine☀️: Yeah, what's up?

❓️AK🎭: Do you have Chloé's new number?

👑Princely Sunshine☀️: Yeah, why?

~~~~~The following morning~~~~~

Marinette is elected as the new representative, with Alya as her deputy.

While everyone else cheered, Sabrina couldn't help but notice Chloé's subtle smile as she looked at her phone.

🥇Ally-Kins💖: Hey Chloé, it's Alix. Good on you for NOT choosing to be a major Drama Queen as Class Representative this year. Also, I saw your golden Darkblade dress on the ScaraBlog. You looked very cute.👍

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

#Miraculous Ladybug #Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir #Chloé Bourgeois #Alix Kubdel #Chloe x Alix #Chlolix #Aloé #Scarabée and Kitty Claws AU #AUs #Armand D’Argencourt #Other Characters

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hi almandine ! if i could ask, do u have an idea on what leon would wear for eid (or any holiday!) ? i remembered seeing ur posts abt ur outfit and i rly love seeing / learning abt clothing so i wanted to ask if thats ok 🫶 (@dmclr)

hiiii, clara!! hiiii, I hope today has been much kinder to you so far. ❤️

i actually really like this question because i’ve. been thinking about this since like late ramadan, whoops. time to pull out the notes.

I’d want him to wear the finest material personally; the immediate thought is of silk, however it’s difficult to find silk suits for men/masc-aligned people as it’s considered haram (forbidden) for them to wear the material; not to worry however because there is always my all-time favourite material, which is velvet. Here are some general outfits that I’ve picked out for him irrespective of material!

Of these, I am MOST fond of the lattermost one (the fanciest); it’s a black velvet sherwani set with golden embroidery and a matching golden trouser. I imagine a blue variant of it probably exists and I think he’d look just ravishing in it.

And that is where the… realistic aspect must be discussed, tragically. I do feel that I’d have to get on my hands and knees and beseech this man to wear something so formal and intricate; especially considering that the more skillfully extravagant an Eid outfit is, the more uncomfortable it’s likely to be. But wouldn’t he just look beautiful? It’d match him so well.

However, it he remains stubborn, then I suppose the first image — the suit with the white bottom and the velvet, navy blue coat. However, I’m… not fond of the trousers; it’s a disturbing mix if you ask me and I’m not willing to compromise. Perhaps he’d do better with a pair of yellowish-beige dress-pants if he’d prefer something simpler like that.

I also found another one! Below is a gorgeous blue velvet sherwani; I assume it’d be a tad bit more comfortable from the first due to less embroidery.

Trust me, there are a lot more westernised versions of Eid suits as well but uh… yeah, no. I wouldn’t let him even acknowledge them. They don’t exist, as far as I’m concerned. He is “westernised” enough, that is a whole, grown, white man. No more of that European nonsense, I’m going to perform the direct opposite of colonisation upon him.

After choosing the outfit (and I am ready to beg and sob for it to be the one I picked out first), need begs for slick, gelled back hair, and a clean shave. And after? A suitable Eau Pour Homme; tragically, he appears the type to not pay much mind to the notes in his scents. I feel like he’d even be content with axe body spray. I’m, not letting him embarrass me like so. Fortunately, I adore masculine perfume, or unisex perfumes that you can tell are slightly more catered to a traditional male audience. I’d like to indulge for a moment and imagine him wearing Tobacco Vanille by Tom Ford; it’s unisex, and most people prefer to save it for “special occasions”. It’s a perfectly sensual blend of tobacco, vanilla, and tonka beans; I actually bought it recently and it drives me insane. Imagining mixed with his personal body chemistry & scent makes my brain just Crash.

…On a more humourous note though I’d like to imagine him in a blend concocted by my all-time favourite niche fragrance house; Memo, Paris. “Italian leather” might suit him quite a bit. Not only because of, well, um… 🇮🇹… but also because it’s a sweet, once again fairly sensual, smoky, leathery fragrance. It has tomato leaf, leather, vanilla, sage. The fragrance house is KNOWN for utilising unusual ingredients and he is an unusual man and I love the house and I love him and… yeah, yeah. I’m clearly very normal and collected about this. I can fix him

#you asked for the outfits & not. uh. everything else I added but I think an outfit is incomplete without suitable additions.#<- can you tell I’m very irritating when it comes to aesthetic choices.#🥀#🫀🐕

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What traits of Paris are admirable for you? Like, what would you say to someone who doesn’t like the character? 😱 I’m very interested in your opinion.

Like, an encomium for Paris? ;) I can do that.

(Undoubtedly a lot, if not all, I'm going to say here I've said elsewhere because I love blabbing about Paris, but 1. I am lazy so I'm not going to go looking and 2. I love blabbing about Paris. Also 3. in the spirit of an encomium I'm going to (try to, since I do know he has faults and those can be interesting to engage in) defer discussing his faults, as well as the consequences even his positive qualities has in the canon situation for the moment.)

With the understanding that some of the things below requires accepting that Paris is effeminate and I'll be interpreting this positively contrary to Ancient Greek opinions about effeminacy;

One of the first things is way he stubbornly and determinedly is honest to his own preferences and presentation in the face of insults and ridicule of the same. Like, yes, dancing and music are good peace time pursuits and bad war time pursuits, but "all things in [manly] moderation/restraint" is an important "qualification" when it comes to men enjoying or being good at these pursuits. Paris doesn't care. Music and dancing etc isn't something he's going to stop enjoying or pursuing just because there's a war on. More than that, he's not going to stop dressing nicely, or focusing on his hair just because he's being insulted left, right, and center about it. Being able and willing to keep to your preferences in the face of social censure (your enemies are one thing, but it comes from close family as well) is really admirable to me.

Being able to take a moment to laugh about how great and fine you're feeling, how sweet life is, if just in that moment, while knowingly walking straight into danger is a pretty nice quality, too.

In conjunction with the above, and going with Hecuba's dream omen having happened, and thus that the exposure did, and the fact that Paris would have learned about this sooner or later... Look. Regular human people with normal human interiority would have to think about and confront this, however lightly. How do you come to peace with that your life, even when you were completely innocent of any wrongdoing, was considered undeserving to be alive? Your own parents, however roundabout, however unwillingly, attempts to kill you. Your parents are also later happy to ignore the reason/hope they were wrong about it when you come back alive, but at least by the point that the Achaeans make a final landing Paris would have to face, if just for himself, that it really was (not is, any longer, too late for that) his life's or Troy's.

That's a terrible thing for anyone to have to face, so, uh, being able to compartmentalize enough to still be cheerful and lighthearted is pretty damn impressive. (I suppose one could go with "he's selfish and literally doesn't care about anyone else" and like. Sure. I guess. But 1. we have no proof of that, and 2. the only other possibility aside from compartmentalizing to have some mental equilibrium is Paris getting straight up suicidal, when it's already too late to matter.)

He's agreeable and doesn't actually pretend he has no faults (as society sees them), and yes, again I suppose one could say it's cowardly or conflict-avoidant of Paris to agree to Hektor that he's correct and then not change at all. But some of those changes he shouldn't have to make, and I don't think he's conflict avoidant. His aside about Hektor being as "relentless as an axe" comes right after he's said Hektor is correct in rebuking him, which, while I don't think it neither negates that, does qualify it. Paris is lodging a roundabout complaint that Hektor is, if not wrong, then going a bit too far. Without actually starting a fight in a situation where they can't have one! His response to Hektor in the later scene isn't just flat agreement and this time even less a qualification. Rather it comes with a correction of Hektor's assumption of why he's still in his bedroom - again, that's not really conflict avoidant, in my opinion, just not making a fight there's no time and place for, and he doesn't fully have a right to have, anyway? And I'd say Paris knows he doesn't (or at least know this is no place/time, again, to have a fight), so that's why you get this.

(And he does protest Hektor's rebukes/insults the one time we see in the Iliad where Hektor is entirely in the wrong!)

I don't know if it's petty or not to add this, but I'd like to juxtapose the particular part of Hektor and Andromache's scene where she attempts to give him (perfectly sound but against the personal heroic masculine code!) military advice with Helen's rebukes/insults to Paris when she finds him in their bedroom. Paris doesn't tell her she doesn't understand military matters [because she's a woman] and neither does he tell her she shouldn't talk about those things [because she's a woman]; all he does is tell her to not insult him so harshly and anyway, he might win some other time. In this instance, he's markedly less sexist than his brother, which, I don't know if it might be another "symptom" of his "softness" and effeminacy, but if it is, it's (to us) a pretty good one. (And like, not that Paris doesn't talk about Helen as "an object" when they were talking about Helen and the wealth in Book 3 - but in this wise he isn't making himself guilty of any crime that any other man isn't, Menelaos included.)

Is being a bomb lover and making sure your partner is satisfied an admirable quality (even as that's part of the initial problem)? Then that, too, since that'd be part of ~the gifts of Aphrodite~. I do think you can interpret those "gifts of Aphrodite" wider than just about sex, so he's charming and good with people, and listening/creating accord (political unity, which was one of Aphrodite's other sides). But I know this is perhaps more extrapolation than otherwise, so take or leave that as you will.

(As an extra thing which has nothing to do with what we see in the Iliad and most probably isn't Epic Cycle material: Regardless of whether one considers Aphrodite the legit objective winner, gift-bribes or no gift-bribes, the situation of the judgement is an impossible one. But in a more "fair" setup, where all you have is the word of a mortal against a god that won, Paris, compared to many others who fail in similar (or even more damning) circumstances, gives what he promised to give, and judges fairly. I'm talking about a situation where, while it only appears in a medieval document but might be a legit survival of something earlier, Paris has a pet prize bull he pits against other herders. He crowns the bull each time it wins and says that anyone who can beat his bull will be given this golden crown. Ares fights the bull in bull form and wins. Revealing himself (or even if he does not), he is awarded the prize as promised.)

#greek myth thoughts #asks #paris of troy #ok so that's long as hell...#:') but there we are #again this is not including my takes on his faults #which again #Paris does have!#we're focusing on what I think is positive or admirable here

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