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A Miraculous TikTok Account
Part 57
I’m freeeeee
The cops pulled them off of Gabriel before they could kill him. Not that they were going to, of course, but they didn’t believe them when they said that. Who knows why. Definitely not that his arm was broken and his face was swollen to the point of being almost unrecognizable, that couldn’t be it.
They helped load the barely conscious Gabriel into the cop car and Alya slammed the door shut behind him with a showman's flourish.
The fireworks crackling overhead seemed to be celebrating the defeat of Hawkmoth. The holders were deciding to ignore the fact that it was New Years because defeating Gabriel Agreste was definitely more cool and important than the fact that they would all need to buy new calendars.
Done! Hawkmoth was done! Whoo!
So, why wasn’t the police car pulling away yet?
“What’s your father’s blood type?” Asked a policeman.
Ah, yeah, blood loss. That makes sense.
Adrien shrugged. “Heck if I know. Red, probably, but don’t quote me on that.”
“Oh, it’s definitely red,” said Marinette, examining the heel of her shoe.
“Red,” said Adrien with a nod to the officer.
The officer looked at them all for a moment in horrified silence before slowly turning away. As he should.
The four teenagers that had beaten Gabriel up waved him off with red-coated hands and smug grins. Adrien was too busy kicking out every rich person in the Gala to even give his father the ‘decency’ of seeing him off.
“Yeah, no, get out I literally don’t like any of you. You suck and I hope to never see you again. Except you, Kagami... come here, actually, I think you and Rena would be SO cute together --.”
Alya shoved him a little harder than was strictly necessary. “Ignore him, he’s just stupid.”
“C’mon! SHE’S gay, YOU’RE gay, you have so much in common!”
“I swear on the kwamis, Adrien...”
“You can’t be the fifth wheel FOREVER --.”
Nino grinned and threw his arm over Adrien’s shoulders. “Stop fighting. If she wants to die alone then she can.”
Alya scoffed, looking over to where Marinette and Chloe were flirting over a plate of finger foods. “A little help, guys?”
Chloe didn’t even look up. “Nah.”
“What happened to women supporting women?”
“We’re supporting you getting a relationship with another woman. There is nothing more ‘women supporting women’ than that!” Marinette argued.
Adrien waved off the last rich person and then turned to the gathered staff members. “I know my dad has already paid you but… take some of the gold things if you want? I don’t really care. Have at it.”
There was a beat of confused silence. And then it clicked into place and chaos reigned. The miraculous holders decidedly ignored all the yelling and screaming as they slipped inside Adrien’s house and started towards his room.
Sure, they could make the long trek across town to their house but, seriously, why would they? They were tired and it was past midnight and they wanted to steal Adrien’s clothes, so… no.
They made a pit stop to free the two people they had locked in the closet. They apologized and explained themselves and, when that didn’t work, Adrien and Chloe each Venmoed them five thousand euros. They seemed to relax after that and the five of them let them go join the free for all happening just outside.
“Damn, I wish I could just throw money at my problems until they disappear,” said Nino wistfully.
“You can now, you have a rich boyfriend,” Alya pointed out.
“... wait, am I a sugarbaby?”
“No, I don’t think so. Aren’t sugarbabies bottoms? Isn’t that the whole ‘baby’ part of it?” Joked Marinette.
“Then I guess you’re the only one that’s a sugarbaby here, Poppet.”
“Bitch --.”
Adrien and Chloe exchanged exasperated looks as their respective partners continued to debate who was technically more of a sugarbaby all the way to their room (with Alya egging them on, of course).
When they got to the safety of his room, they all detransformed. They didn’t know why they didn’t just show everyone, it would come out soon enough with both Marinette and Nino dating two very prominent figures and Alya being the last friend in the group… but they couldn’t bring themselves to tell the public just yet. They really just wanted to relax for the night.
Speaking of relaxing: why the fuck was Adrien’s bed so big? Adrien was tall and relatively wide because of his muscles but KWAMI that bed could fit all five of them with room to spare.
“Dude, what size bed is that?”
Adrien shrugged and pulled down a jewelry box from his closet. He dropped the butterfly miraculous inside.
“Custom, it has to be,” said Marinette.
“Oooooh, if it’s custom then it’s probably soft,” mumbled Alya. She dropped back on it and grinned. “I was right. I’m sleeping here, Adrien, find a new bed for yourself.”
“Wait, no, I want the bed!” Marinette complained.
“I was his friend when we were kids so I should get it.”
“I’m his BOYFRIEND --.”
“We can all have the bed,” Adrien said with a sigh. “It’s big enough. Anyways, who’s keeping their miraculi and who wants to keep them locked up?”
There was a short, uncomfortable silence.
“It’s not permanent,” he added quickly. “If you want to have them back at any point I’m not going to keep them from you, but if you want a break…”
They relaxed. It was a big decision to make, choosing to get rid of the miraculi entirely, but if they could always go back on the decision…
Nino dropped his in the box. “I have enough going on, I really don’t need this adding to it.”
Everyone nodded. They had expected that.
They hadn’t expected, however, to watch Alya take off her necklace and drop it in.
“I… I don’t like who I am with it on, not really. I don’t trust myself with it. Maybe I’ll take it back for short bursts if things happen but… yeah, I can’t.”
They nodded their understanding. The power of illusions could go to anyone’s head, really, it was good of Alya to recognize that and let it go.
Chloe and Marinette glanced at each other before pushing Adrien’s box away from themselves. They liked having the ability to fly, thank you very much, it was much quicker than walking. Also, the ability to boss around bees was pretty cool. So, yeah, they were keeping theirs.
Adrien himself kept both the brooch and the ring. The brooch because he was curious about the curse that he had discovered, the ring because he liked having Plagg around.
Adrien closed the box and set it in the back of his closet for now. And, speaking of his closet: clothes! They were going to steal clothes if it was the last thing they did.
But it didn’t need to be the last thing they did because Adrien was aware of what they wanted and didn’t care enough to stop them.
“Alright, who wants what?”
“I just want a... big shirt,” Marinette said through a yawn. “And maybe a coffee.”
“No coffee,” Chloe chided. Then she glanced at the closet. “Um… got any silk?”
Adrien nodded slightly. “Of course. What do you think I am? Poor?”
The apparently poor three complained loudly about their new classification for a bit but it was clear none of them actually cared.
Alya was the first one to break character, stretching lazily and eyeing the closet. “Just some athletic shorts for me.”
“I’m legally obligated to wear a hoodie at all times,” said Nino. “Also, silk pants because I want to see what I’m apparently missing out on.”
Adrien tossed them all their desired clothes and they didn’t bother even leaving the room to get changed. If you live with someone long enough you’re probably going to see them naked, especially when you share bathrooms.
Marinette, first to finish, turned around and gave a frown. “Hey, wait, isn’t that my shirt?”
After checking to see who she was talking to, Adrien cast a lazy look down to the shirt he was wearing as a crop top. It was a Fruits Basket shirt and he KNEW he hadn’t bought it himself because he’d never even watched the show.
But he shrugged and everyone moved on. It wasn’t like she could really complain when she was wearing a Batman themed shirt of his with the intent to steal it.
That done, they all collapsed on the bed. It took some time to find an arrangement that fit everyone’s sleeping styles, but eventually they ended up with all five of them together, comfortable under the blankets.
Adrien tried to speak but he got stopped by Marinette’s hair falling into his mouth, which sucked. He spat it out and then tried again: “Right, I’ve got a plan.”
“Wow, two plans in one night? Don’t strain yourself,” Alya teased.
He reached across Chloe and Nino to flick her forehead.
“Serves you right. Anyways, I’ve got a plan to deal with Fu.”
The next morning, the doorbell rang.
Alya shot awake, eyes wide. She slipped out of bed and started searching the floor for a shirt to pull on over her sports bra so she could check out what was going on.
The others woke up when the ringing continued, but none of them seemed all that eager to move anytime soon. They curled closer to each other, grumbling sleepy curses about whoever had the audacity to come by at… fifteen o’clock. How dare they?
Alya threw her hair into a messy ponytail and glanced over at everyone else.
After a few moment’s consideration, Alya came to a solution. She found thick headphones -- cat ear headphones, Adrien, really? -- and then walked to the piano. She banged her fist on the highest pitched keys.
Adrien screeched and launched himself out of bed, finally awake. This made everyone else tumble out of bed as well because they were experienced enough with his freakouts to know that being close to him during one meant scratches.
The four of them glared at Alya from their scattered places on the floor. She wasn’t all that concerned. She tossed Marinette a set of leggings to wear and then waved them along.
Her friends struggled to catch up -- especially Marinette, who had to juggle both pulling on pants and walking and did so with the grace of a chihuahua on adderall.
“You’re an asshole, Alya,” grumbled Nino.
“You love me.”
“Debatable,” said Chloe.
(Adrien climbed onto Nino’s back so he could go back to sleep. Nino barely blinked.)
“Nah, I’m perfect. You love me.”
“Mm,” hummed Marinette, which was better than a distinct ‘no’ if you weren’t paying attention to the angry tone she hummed it in. And Alya wasn’t paying attention to her tone. Good for her.
(Marinette made to head to the kitchen but Chloe stopped her before she could find her way to the coffee machine. Marinette made vague mouth sounds without any real meaning but Chloe pressed a kiss to the top of her head and she found herself suddenly not caring all that much.)
Finally, they reached the door. Alya swung it open to reveal Master Fu.
“I have come to retrieve the miraculi,” he informed them shortly.
Alya leaned against the doorframe. “Or what?”
“... sorry?”
“You’re one old man on the last leg of his life and we’re five athletic teens. What can you really do to us?”
Master Fu laughed, apparently thinking it was a joke. They didn’t join in.
“... I thought none of you liked being superheroes --.”
“Oh, don’t get me wrong, we hate it,” Marinette piped up. “But we don’t want you messing with more kids so we’re not giving them back.”
“That is very selfish --.”
“Buddy, you’re defending child labor and endangerment -- UNPAID child labor and endangerment, at that. You’re not going to get the moral high ground here,” said Nino.
Master Fu glared at them. “You may not keep the miraculi.”
“Again: what’re you gonna do to stop us?”
There was a few moments before he apparently came to a decision: “You’re living in a house paid for by me.”
Chloe grinned. “Alright.”
“... what?”
Chloe shrugged. “It’s cool. In fact, we kind of expected you to try and hold that over us. I have a moving company on speed dial and they’re stopping by tomorrow to take everything. Speaking of which, we really should get going so we can pack everything into boxes...”
She moved to brush past him, but Master Fu threw his cane in her path.
“Take it where?”
Marinette shrugged. “Doesn’t matter to you as long as we leave.”
Master Fu was not amused. “I WILL get those miraculi back. You kids don’t --.”
“So you admit it? You think we’re kids?” Alya cooed.
“... I will not leave you alone until you give me them back. I’m hundreds of years older than all of you combined, you have no idea what you’re messing with.”
Adrien pulled his face out of Nino’s neck, finally. “No. You’re going to leave us alone. Because I --” He stopped at the cold look Alya sent him and restarted “-- because ALYA found proof of identity fraud, money laundering, and tax evasion.”
Then, Nino pulled his phone from the pocket of his hoodie. The screen showed it was recording. “Also, thanks for admitting you’re hundreds of years old on tape for us. It really helps our case.”
“I’m sure the government would be very interested in how exactly you’ve lived this long,” added Chloe.
The five of them sent smug grins towards the rapidly paling Master Fu.
“This… this isn’t over!”
Marinette snickered. “Oh, sweetie, I think we all know it is.”
Alya gave a little finger wave before slamming the door in his face.
Nino glared at Chloe. “Did you really get the moving company for TOMORROW?”
“They were all booked outside of tomorrow, okay, I wouldn’t have done it otherwise!” She defended herself. “Packing is gonna suuuuuck,” complained Nino.
“I’ll get my bees to help everyone.”
“Oh, so NOW you use the bees to help us --,” started Alya.
“We are not having this argument AGAIN,” whined Marinette. “Can we just get going? We don’t have much time.”
Chloe rolled her eyes at the slightly cross look her girlfriend sent her. “Fine, I’ll say I’m sorry, is that what you want?”
“YES,” said the other four in unison.
“... well now I don’t want to.”
Marinette rolled her eyes. “Alright, fine, don’t apologize with words. Just make up for it by carrying two people over while I carry one.”
Nino’s eyes widened fearfully. “Oh FUCK no I’m not letting you dumbasses --.”
“Do you want to walk?”
“... one of us really needs to learn to drive.”
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A Miraculous TikTok Account
Part 55
Marinette was very lucky that she was required to have a mask on to keep her identity, because it also kept Gabriel Agreste from knowing just how angry she was at him.
Because ‘Ladybug’ had no reason to be pissed, only Marinette. The man had really disregarded the one thing she’d told him: stick to a color scheme, don’t do the red and white colors and then also bring along the purple and black cane and/or pin. It doesn’t look good. It doesn’t work. Don’t. Do. It.
But guess what he did?
Even worse, everyone else was required to leave all their accessories at the door so he was the only person with accessories. And they didn’t even match!
But she’d managed to keep up her smile for the public. The slight squeeze Chloe gave her helped.
She got through a short conversation with him by letting Chloe do all the talking and then walked inside with her. The two of them chatted idly, but they couldn’t really enjoy it between ignoring the miscellaneous reporters asking about their relationship and watching the entrances and exits.
Marinette kept her eyes on the house and Chloe watched the entrance to see who was coming in.
But, to their surprise, no one left around the time the akuma fluttered overhead. They watched it for a few seconds and then sent each other confused frowns.
“I didn’t see anyone leave.”
“I didn’t see anyone go inside.”
“Then I guess he isn’t here…” said Chloe with a shake of her head. “There’s nothing people can really hide anything in.”
Marinette pressed her lips together thinly, scanning over the guests, and then locked her eyes on Gabriel Agreste. The cane. The pin. She fought the urge to facepalm. She was so STUPID. Of course that was the answer. His insistence on bringing those along all the time no matter what colors he was wearing, his closeness to Adrien, the way Adrien had been acting the past month or so… it all lined up to answer the most obvious question she’d ever wasted braincells on.
She glanced at Chloe, wondering how she could tip her off. She had seen what happened when Master Fu tried to tell them, she wasn’t eager to start spitting up purple.
She didn’t get much time to consider it before the akuma hit the hourglass, spewing sand everywhere and pulling her from her thoughts to glare at him.
“What makes all of you above me? How many of you have done anything genuinely worthwhile?”
Chloe and Marinette glanced at each other before shrugging and raising their hands. The knight ignored them, like a BITCH.
“That’s right: none of you! You were just born rich! But I’ll show the world what you really are!”
He turned the person nearest him and stabbed his sword at them. But instead of them being… y’know, stabbed, they turned into a pig. Wild.
Chloe transformed. Marinette concentrated on turning her outfit into her normal fighting-gear.
“We should get rid of civilians while we wait for the others. Gives us time to learn his patterns and -- you’re not listening to me at all, are you?”
Chloe had her arms crossed over her chest, eyes locked on a spot over Marinette’s shoulder. “He’s… happy.”
Marinette blinked confusedly and followed her gaze to see Gabriel. Oh. Good. So Chloe had figured it out, then. That made everything easier on her.
“We can beat the shit out of him later, we gotta deal with that,” she said, jerking her head towards the knight.
“We can beat him up now,” pouted Chloe.
“But he’ll heal once we get rid of the akuma.”
Chloe’s pout quickly morphed into a grin. “Know what? You’re right.”
“Always am,” she chirped. “Now, help me with the civvies.”
Listen, Marinette and Chloe did NOT show favoritism while working. But… the people that tended to be nicer to Marinette on the job or that Chloe grew up with just so happened to be closer to them so they were the people that got saved first. It was purely coincidence. They were professionals, after all.
The other three came running out of the house to help.
“Took you long enough!” Yelled Chloe.
Marinette privately agreed, but she couldn’t say so in front of the guests so she settled for not saying anything.
“Blame these two, they had to have a moment or whatever,” said Alya with an eyeroll.
Adrien and Nino blushed.
Marinette smirked and, once she had carried Kagami to safety, gave Nino a high five.
Now that they had gotten every nice person out -- I mean now that everyone was there they all grouped together just outside the house walls to make a plan.
“Someone’s gotta get swatted by the not pointy part to see if only the point turns people or if it’s the whole thing. Who’s gonna volunteer?” Said Alya.
Unsurprisingly, no one seemed all that eager.
Hesitantly, Adrien turned to Marinette and Chloe. “You guys don’t know who Hawkmoth is, right?”
“No, we figured it out while you guys were gone,” Marinette waved him off absently.
“Oh, cool. And you trust me?”
Marinette clicked her tongue. “Honestly, even if you are working for your dad I doubt it’s fully your own choice. He’s not a great guy, probably manipulated you into it or whatever. Either way, not going to hold it against you.”
He nodded thoughtfully and then looked at Chloe, who apparently wasn’t having it:
“If I didn’t trust you, you’d know.”
“... thanks?”
“You’re welcome. Now, what’s the plan?”
Adrien pulled a feather from his brooch and dropped it on a nearby rock. The rock glowed blue and stretched until it was… a generic-looking socialite? Hair slicked back, teeth unnaturally white, tan job looking a little orange… 
“WHAT THE FUCK,” said Alya, recoiling visibly.
“Language,” said the socialite.
“I have a name, you know: Sir Puddington The Third.”
“Oh okay I hate this,” Nino muttered, taking a step away.
Marinette was so fucking tired. She was not about to worry about Puddleton or whatever it was the guy had called himself. “Alright, so you can make fully sentient creatures. Yeah. Okay. Fine. Whatever. Go make it do the thing.”
Adrien nodded awkwardly. The socialite strode into the Gala, a not-quite-a-man on a mission.
… a mission to get hit by the lance. Despite their aversion to the walking moral dilemma, the miraculous holders all winced sympathetically at the loud THWACK sound echoing through the area. Puffleton went flying into a nearby wall. At least he hadn’t gotten turned into a pig?
Adrien flicked his wrist and Paddington fell to the ground, a feather and rock once more.
The other four exchanged looks.
Marinette pushed some hair from her face. “Pretend that never happened?”
“Yeah, we’re never talking about that again,” said Alya.
They all nodded their agreement (because shaking hands is a little difficult when it’s four people agreeing on something) and Adrien flashed a slightly apologetic smile.
Chloe glanced over the knight for a minute before yawning. “Well, he should be easy. If we all rush him, at least one of us has to get the sword.”
Nino hesitated. “Yeah… we COULD do that… OR, since this is the last time we’re going to be doing anything like this, win or not, we could have a little fun with it…”
The five miraculous holders exchanged grins.
The knight, Galant, had been in the middle of trying to stab a very distressed Audrey Bourgeois when she disappeared. He skidded to a stop, confusion written across his face despite his face being a plate of armor, and looked around… only to find everyone had disappeared into thin air.
Outside of five teens intending to make him regret ever getting akumatized.
Galant was not aware of his imminent doom. “I will make all of you regret ever helping these --!”
“Hey, do you take gendered terms?” Asked Alya, just to be sure.
“... yeah?”
“Girl, shut the fuck up.”
The akuma didn’t seem to know how to respond to this.
Chloe, however, did. She turned to Marinette and whispered something in her ear, earning a laugh. Marinette turned and said something to Alya who said something to Nino who said something to Adrien.
A few activated powers later Chloe was on a horse with a lance and a plate for a shield.
“Hey, wanna joust?”
“A worthy opponent,” said Galant.
Adrien flicked his wrist and sent a feather towards a fallen wine glass by the akuma’s feet, turning it into a horse… or, at least, that’s what the knight saw. It turned out to all be an illusion, which was unfortunate because Galant tried to jump on the horse and ended up faceplanting.
“Loser,” said Adrien, the grown man in a skintight leather bodysuit.
Marinette snickered and shook her head. “Right, right, Rena: Bugging Out.”
Alya groaned. “You’re no fun when you’re ‘Ladybug’.”
“I never said you couldn’t mess with him while you’re Bugged Out, just that we should make some kind of progress.”
That made her light up again.
One high note with her flute later… nothing happened, it seemed. She attacked Galant head on and, as one would expect, he stabbed her with his sword.
To his surprise, though, the moment he made contact with her she poofed into orange dust. She reappeared a meter away, sticking her tongue out at him mockingly. Galant groaned and tried to stab her again, only for her to do it again.
The process repeated itself a few times before he caught on and turned to the other miraculous holders that he could actually see and therefore might be able to deal with…
He got hit in the back of the head with a flute. A chorus of Alyas laughed at him from the ether as he rubbed the sore spot.
“Carapace --,” started Marinette, but Nino grinned and shook his head.
“Don’t worry about me. I have an idea.”
And what a beautiful idea it was: dropping plates on Galant’s head, making him slip on them, just being an overall nuisance… with both him and Alya, Galant simply wasn’t having a good time.
But wait! There’s more!
Adrien and Chloe decided to mess with him together. Adrien would cataclysm the ground around Galant and Chloe would shoot honey into his eyes, causing him to stumble around blindly and then fall through the broken patches in the floor.
Marinette beamed and walked over to the fallen hourglass, summoning a giant fan from her yoyo (she heard Nino yell something along the lines of “HOW DOES THAT FIT?!”).
“Rena, clear!”
After about a minute Marinette felt a tap on her shoulder and fought not to jump. She glanced into lamplike yellow eyes and flashed a wink before turning on the fan.
Have you ever been caught in a sandstorm? Probably not. It sucks. Sand whipping at you, determined to cut tiny little scratches in your skin, only to fill them with yet more sand mere seconds later… but that’s not the worst part: sand in your eyes and up your nose and in your mouth and coarse against your clothes… yeah, Anakin Skywalker had definitely had a reason to hate sand.
It was even worse because some of the sticky residue from Chloe’s honey had still been there, so his face and hands were coated in sand with no end in sight.
“FINE I GIVE UP,” the akuma yelled finally, voice hoarse from all the sand lodged in his throat.
The miraculous holders all pouted. Well, THAT was no fun.
Still, Marinette snatched the lance from his hands and broke it. Chloe was the one to snipe the butterfly out of thin air with her spinning top.
Everything returned to normal and they found themselves looking down at some random college student. Figures.
They waved him off as he got escorted out by some security guards.
“Man, that didn’t NEARLY get all my anger out,” complained Nino.
Marinette smirked and looped her arm with his. “Worry not, dear friend, for I have a solution!”
The five of them turned their gazes on Gabriel Agreste.
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A Miraculous TikTok Account
Part 54
Today! Was! The! Day!
Adrien was internally freaking out. Externally… he was also freaking out, it was just a little less noticeable. He had things to do, stuff to prepare, he couldn’t waste time screaming into his pillow.
The day of the Gala he spent hours getting ready, as was customary for these kinds of things. He changed into a clean-pressed suit, slicked back his hair, and started applying his makeup.
He stared at the markings around his eyes. If someone wasn’t paying attention they would think it was just winged eyeliner but…
He grabbed his foundation and started dabbing them away. No one there would understand outside of maybe his dad, but his dad was the last person that needed to know that he had been using the peacock miraculous.
Speaking of… he looked down at his miraculi. He hid the brooch under his collar and, after glaring at the ring for a while, ended up just changing the color to dark green to match the lining of his suit.
After hanging out with his new pet mouse (he’d named her Souris, because he sucked at names) for a few hours it was time to head down and attend the Gala.
He passed by a closet and raised his eyebrows at the shuffling sound inside of it. He opened the door. Two servers were tied up inside, and their faces lit up when they saw him. He glanced them over. Dark skin, about the same height as his friends, the woman even had glasses…
He held up a finger for them to wait and then rushed back to his room, coming back with a sheet.
He stuffed the sheet under the door, only leaving a little crack for oxygen. Their shoulders slumped when they realized they weren’t about to be saved. He ignored the twinge of guilt he felt as he finished and closed the door. He waited a few moments to see if any sound escaped and nodded to himself a little when nothing came. There. No lost guests looking for the bathroom would notice anything off.
Alright, next thing. He walked over to The Door and tried the knob. Locked, as always. He pulled out the copy of the key and tested it again. Unlocked. Good, his dad hadn’t randomly decided to change the lock after six years. Everything was in place.
Except maybe…
He walked to the nearest window and looked outside.
It was done up in elegant white and gold for New Years, and he could see a giant golden hourglass counting down the time until they would reach the next year. A gorgeous white fountain decorated the center of the courtyard.
But none of that mattered to him, it was old news. His eyes found his father quickly, it was hard to miss him with his peppermint color scheme. Adrien nodded to himself when he saw the familiar cane, black with a purple top.
Great, then everything would go to plan.
He slipped outside, tugging at the cuffs of his shirt and striding over to take his place by his father.
“Today’s the day,” he chirped.
“Yes. I do hope you’ll be on your best behavior.”
Adrien smirked. “When am I not?”
Gabriel didn’t answer, because he was busy turning to greet the first guest.
Adrien pulled his most gorgeous smile to his face as the Tsurugis made their way inside.
Kagami led her mother by the arm. Apparently the usual rule against bringing in any kinds of accessories -- Hawkmoth typically refrained from akumatizing essential clothing pieces because of the awkwardness after the akuma was broken -- extended even to a blind woman’s cane.
He sent his father a slight glare, the man ignored him (as always), and they continued greeting guests.
After a few guests the other miraculous holders made their appearance: Marinette and Chloe, arm in arm. Marinette had changed her usual akuma-fighting gear into a floor-length red dress so she didn’t have to go through the effort of making an entire dress for herself on top of everything else. Chloe was wearing a yellow gown inlaid with white lace, courtesy of her girlfriend.
He smiled as he kissed both of their hands like he was supposed to and they gave him faintly apologetic looks before passing by him to greet his father.
They curtseyed. He bowed.
“I’m so honored to have two miraculous holders at my Gala. Please, help yourself to anything you’d like. It’s all I can do to repay you two for everything you’ve done for the city.”
“Thank you so much, monsieur.”
“Of course. Do pass my thanks on to the other holders.”
“We’ll be sure to do that.”
The two of them shot one last look in Adrien’s direction before leaving to carve out a tiny spot for themselves by the fountain.
Adrien fought the urge to lean against the nearest wall, his legs already starting to ache from standing still for so long, so he settled to look around for the other miraculous holders.
Chloe and Marinette had moved to the snack table, smiling cheesily at each other over untouched glasses of wine. They didn’t acknowledge the cameras nearby snapping picture after picture.
Nino was walking around and offering food to guests. Adrien was 100% sure that Nino didn’t actually know what he was offering them. He was just stringing together random syllables and hoping no one would call him out on it. And no one did -- no one else knew what the things were, either, and they couldn’t risk being WRONG when correcting Nino. Good for him.
After an almost embarrassing amount of searching he found Alya just a bit away. She was leaning against the wall, all pretenses forgotten as she glared at Gabriel.
She noticed him looking and turned her glare on him briefly and then seemed to fade out until he wasn’t sure he would even see her if he wasn’t looking directly at her. He watched with interest as she walked over to stand next to Gabriel. She motioned to all of him, then raised a hand as high as it could reach.
‘He’s tall.’
Adrien nodded.
She eyed Gabriel up and down before pointing to the pin on his chest.
Adrien nodded again.
Her face was unreadable for a few seconds before Gabriel finally turned to look where Adrien was looking and she was forced to quickly return herself to full presence… which Adrien hadn’t even known she could DO but he didn’t have much time to dwell on it as she offered him and his father a tray of wine glasses.
“Drinks, monsieurs?”
Adrien smiled and took one. “Yes. Thank you.”
Gabriel hesitated for just a moment longer before taking one himself. “Thank you.”
“You’re welcome!” Alya beamed a smile so perfect Adrien thought she should be the model not him and then strode off confidently like serving people was actually her job.
Gabriel and Adrien clinked glasses and brought them to their lips without actually drinking any.
“I do believe everyone’s already arrived. You may go mingle,” his father said, which translated to ‘go away’.
Adrien was glad to do so, locating Kagami sitting at a table with her mother and quickly heading over to her. He hadn’t been able to see her in months, he couldn’t wait to talk to --.
There was a collective groan and he sighed as he turned back around. Looked away for TWO SECONDS and his father had already released an akuma. He searched around and watched an akuma flutter over the wall.
His eyes flicked to Marinette and Chloe, but the two of them seemed busy with whatever conversation they were having. Both of them wore concerned frowns, but apparently they had no intentions of dealing with the akuma before it was created.
And, it turns out, they probably couldn’t have even if they’d wanted to. The wall the butterfly had disappeared over crumbled to reveal a knight with what appeared to be a jousting stick.
There was a beat as the guests and the knight looked at each other, before the guests apparently decided to just ignore it and go back to their conversations.
The knight didn’t seem to like that, hitting the hourglass nearby with his lance and spewing sand everywhere.
Well, that definitely got everyone’s attention, at least. They turned annoyed gazes on the knight.
“What makes all of you above me? How many of you have done anything genuinely worthwhile?”
Chloe and Marinette raised their hands. The knight didn’t seem to see it.
“That’s right: none of you! You were just born rich! But I’ll show the world what you really are!”
The knight smacked the socialite nearest him with his lance and everyone watched in horror as they turned into a pig.
Adrien could practically hear the ‘oh, this is actually going to be a problem, isn’t it?’ running through everyone’s heads before people scattered.
He took off as well and it took only a few seconds before he felt Nino running on his left. He glanced over and flashed a wink, then looked to the other side to see if Alya was with them. She was, though she didn’t seem particularly happy about it.
He led them into his house and down a few hallways to The Door. He pushed it open and waved the others inside.
“No one ever really comes in here, it’s fine --.”
“WHAT THE HELL, AGRESTE,” yelled Alya, and he turned just in time to get a flute thrusted under his chin.
He held up his hands and glanced around. Alya had closed the door behind herself and held it closed so Nino couldn’t come in with her foot. He could see a trail of purple foam spilling down the side of her chin.
“I tried to tell you guys but any time I tried to give you the answer -- or even a too good hint -- it wouldn’t work. As I’m sure you know -- that purple… you tried to tell Nino, right?”
She narrowed her eyes slightly but nodded, wiping the purple from her chin with her free hand.
“There’s only so much I can do and trust me I TRIED. Even texting doesn’t work, the purple filled my vision until I no longer had any desire to tell you. This room was the best I could do.”
He motioned to the room around them and Alya, hesitantly, tore her gaze from his to look. The room had been cleaned up (to the best of a rich kid’s ability, at least) and now all the old portraits and pictures were on full display. Pictures of his mother, with black lining her eyes and blue dots arcing off of it in a way that could be mistaken for extravagant eye makeup if it didn’t look like she had just tumbled out of bed. Pictures of his father with bloodshot eyes and the veins under his skin so dark they seemed almost black. A child with both features, though fainter, looking almost fake with porcelain skin and feathered blonde hair.
“If you guys hadn’t been able to figure it out, and I don’t think Nino has yet, I was going to bring you in this room so you would have a better chance.”
“... you got rid of evidence, though.”
“I’ll admit to that, yeah. I didn’t know when you would start confronting or researching people and I wanted to at least try and talk to my dad first.”
Alya lowered the flute slowly. “And the peacock miraculous?”
“Didn’t want to get my dad’s miraculous and then have him come back the next day with this one. Only used it to give myself a pet, she’s very cute I think you’d like her --.”
He cleared his throat awkwardly. “Right. Let Nino in, we gotta at least try and get him to understand.”
She released the door and, after a second, Nino pushed his way in. He looked between the two of them, confused.
“It’s fine, I just... had to ask him something private,” said Alya hesitantly.
Nino didn’t seem to believe her, but the three of them transformed one by one. If he noticed that Adrien and Alya hesitated a little bit to give Nino a bit more time to look around, Nino didn’t say a word about it.
Because he was busy staring at the portrait nearest him with wide eyes. He turned to Adrien and motioned to a portrait of his father. “Dude… what the fuck? Why does he look like that?”
Adrien could only sigh and say: “Yeah, without his makeup his veins are super visible for some reason.”
“He should get that checked out. That’s unnatural --.”
Nino stopped and then he turned to look at Adrien a little more closely. He slammed his palm against his forehead.
“Oh… I’m sorry, man. Wow, that definitely makes things make more sense.”
Alya and Adrien exchanged looks before Alya carefully said: “So… you figured it out?”
“Yeah. His dad is Hawkmoth. Like I said, everything kinda lines up now.”
Adrien frowned confusedly. “You still trust me?”
“Yeah? Should I not?”
“Well, his dad IS Hawkmoth…”
Nino shrugged. “We’ve been through the traitor thing already and I trusted him then, why would I stop now?”
“More evidence against him, maybe?”
“Reasoning for why he wasn’t then still stands… and, I gotta admit, I just kinda know he couldn’t do that, y’know? I trust him.”
Adrien blushed faintly. “Thanks.”
(Alya groaned and left the room, complaining about how “They couldn’t even wait until she left the room to be gay, fucking hell…”. They opted to ignore her.)
“No problem, man.” Nino hesitated, glancing away before meeting his gaze with shocking seriousness. “Today is the last day, you know that, right? There’s at least three on one, depending on whether Marinette and Chloe figured it out, so after we beat this akuma… we confront him. Whether we win or not… it’s over.”
Adrien nodded. “I’ve had time to prepare. I think I’m ready.”
“Listen, if this goes wrong…” Nino hesitated. “Know that I care about you, alright?”
“I care about you, too…”
Nino hesitated again, eyes searching Adrien’s, before taking his face in his hands and pulling him down slightly for a kiss. Adrien rested his hands on top of his, almost not believing it for a second. He had some trouble kissing back through the smile on his face but, for some reason, he didn’t think Nino would care.
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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 12 days ago
A Miraculous TikTok Account
Part 53
Chloe groaned when she heard a knock on her window, burrowing her face further in the blankets.
And then her brain processed that it was a knock. On her window. And she lived in a penthouse.
She reluctantly pushed herself up to sit in her bed and squinted out the window. Marinette sat just outside, one knee drawn to her chest and her head resting back against the sill as she waited to be let in. Chloe was hit with a sudden rush of nostalgia as she was thrown back to all the times ‘Ladybug’ had been outside her window before her patrols so she could babysit her.
But, instead of the forced smile that she used to put on when she noticed Chloe looking, concern spread across her face.
Chloe trudged over, blanket wrapped tightly around herself, and pushed the window open.
Marinette slipped inside. “Heard you got sick?”
“Who snitched?”
“Everyone. Almost at the exact same time, actually,” she said with a slight shake of her head. “I think they’re hoping that you’ll do that thing where you confess your love to me or something while your brain is fried.”
Chloe rolled her eyes with a smile. “Give me something to eat and I just might.”
Marinette grinned and held up a plastic bag Chloe had missed. “Well, Alya asked me to take you some chicken noodle soup courtesy of her mom.”
“I don’t know whether that means I’m supposed to confess my love for Alya, her mom, or you.”
“Her mom, obviously.”
Chloe snorted. “If only I had her number.”
Marinette rolled her eyes and leaned down to scoop Chloe into her arms, blanket and all. “When you’re feeling better you can fly over and tell her in person. For now you’ll have to wait.”
She smiled and tipped her head to rest against her shoulder. Marinette pressed a kiss to her forehead.
“You’re really warm,” she told her, setting her down on the bed.
“Yeah. I’m sick.”
“What do you have?”
She shrugged. “Probably a cold.”
“Oh, then you’ll be fine by tomorrow,” she said, drawing back now that she knew it wasn’t all that serious.
Chloe watched her set the soup on the nightstand with a pout, pulling her hands from her blanket burrito to reach for her. “Yeah, but I’m not fine now so…”
“I have to help my parents with work.”
“I’ll send Alya and Nino to do it. I can say it’s part of their training or whatever.”
Marinette hesitated just slightly and Chloe made a show of coughing into her arm. She knew that she could tell it was fake, but Marinette allowed Chloe to drag her into bed with her.
“I’m going to tell Adrien that you’re even clingier than he is when you’re sick.”
“I’m only like this when it’s you.”
Marinette’s face flushed. Chloe beamed as she tossed the blanket over her and pulled her close for cuddles.
“Ugh. You’re all sweaty.”
“I’m sick, cut me a break.”
“No, I don’t think I will,” she teased but she still allowed Chloe to bury her face in her neck.
Chloe didn’t realize she’d fallen asleep until she woke up. One of Marinette’s hands was running through her hair, working through the tiny knots that had formed. Chloe had tangled their legs in their sleep and wrapped her arms around her waist.
She lifted her head slightly and the hand in her hair stilled.
Marinette had been scrolling through her phone, a content smile on her face. Now, though, she turned her attention onto Chloe. She pressed a tiny kiss to her forehead. “Hey.”
“I could wake up to this every day,” Chloe ‘joked’, and she KNEW she had a dopey look on her face.
Marinette rolled her eyes, a blush creeping up her cheeks. “Please, this stops the minute you get better.”
“Maybe I’ll just keep getting sick, then.”
She got a little laugh for that one. “Sounds miserable.”
“It’d be worth it,” said Chloe. She drew back some so they could both stretch. “How long was I out?”
“Two hours,” Marinette said. She craned her neck. “Kwami, everything is numb now.”
“It does,” she said, trying to get out of the blankets.
Chloe whined and buried her face in her chest and tightened her grip on her waist. “Nooooo…”
“I can’t stay here forever.”
“With you? Forever wouldn’t be nearly long enough to satisfy me.”
Marinette rolled her eyes to hide the way her face flushed and semi-reluctantly settled back in the bed. “I have to give it to you, you can be pretty smooth.”
Chloe smiled and looked up at her. “Thank you, honey.”
She snickered and flashed a goofy smile. “Of course, sweetie.”
Chloe slowly let her head fall to rest on Marinette’s chest again and she couldn’t help the way she felt her face warm when she heard her heart beat just a little faster.
… and a question bubbled to the surface, threatening the smile on her face. She hesitated and considered brushing it aside like she always did but… she had to know. She lifted her gaze back to Marinette’s.
“Why don’t you hate me?”
She blinked.
“You should hate me, I was awful to you and Nino for years. Why don’t you guys hate me?” Her smile disappeared. “Oh…” She swallowed thickly and looked away. “It’s… I didn’t think I would ever like you as much as I did, I’m sure if past me saw me today she’d be pretty disappointed, but… I think current you doesn’t really like past you, either.”
She frowned, confused.
“You’ve been trying really hard to get past that, I guess is the best way of saying it. I don’t like the person you were, but that person doesn’t exist anymore. You’re someone else now and you’re trying to make up for it. I can’t ask you to do much more than that. And you can’t ask yourself to do more, either. You’ve saved Paris multiple times, saved millions of people, don’t you think you’ve atoned enough for being a bit of a bitch when we were kids?”
Chloe didn’t know how to respond to that. So, instead, she gave a halfhearted smile and said: “Ten euros.”
Marinette’s soft look dropped into a scowl. “I take that back. You haven’t changed at all.”
Chloe giggled and, after a second, Marinette joined her in her laughter.
There was a beat as the two of them smiled at each other. After a moment’s hesitation Marinette took Chloe’s face in her hands and pulled her in for a kiss.
Chloe, reluctantly, stopped when they were just a few centimeters apart. “Tomorrow. I’m still sick, idiot. We know it's transferred by saliva, too, ‘cause that’s how I got it in the first place.”
Marinette smirked. “Okay, but consider: I’m not weak.”
Chloe narrowed her eyes slightly and moved forward the last bit to kiss the smirk off her face. Marinette blinked, surprised, before tangling her fingers in her hair and kissing back. She let her eyes flutter closed, a small smile on her face as she pulled her ever closer by her waist.
… as you can guess, Marinette ended up sick the next day.
The next day, Chloe’s TikTok had a new video.
Chloe gave the camera an exhausted look.
“Being a woman in love with another woman is not always cute. Sometimes it’s pushing your girlfriend’s face away because you have a cold and she keeps trying to kiss you knowing this because she has no sense of self preservation.”
The camera panned to show Marinette, who had curled herself around her and fallen asleep, her hair plastered to her forehead with sweat and skin paler than ever.
“She ended up catching a cold. You’ll never guess how!”
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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 14 days ago
A Miraculous TikTok Account
Part 52
Nino had a reputation. He was the nice, approachable miraculous holder. He hadn’t gone into it trying to make that persona, but he definitely didn’t mind.
After all, when you’re ‘nice’ then you’re also assumed to be ‘stupid’ and underestimation was always helpful.
So, he kept it up. Ironically, keeping up a ‘friendly but a little slow’ persona takes a lot of calculation. No sharp points or rough edges in his costume. Sticking around after akumas to make sure everyone is dealing with it okay. Maintaining his approachableness by not having any official merch made (he only did it once, and that was only at a Make A Wish kid’s request). Practicing smiles in mirrors and hours poring over joke books for bad puns…
Yeah. It was a lot of work, but it came in handy sometimes to have people think he was stupid.
Like now.
He scrolled through his photo roll under the guise of looking for a specific video for TikTok, but really he was watching Adrien out of the corner of his eyes.
Adrien had been acting... off. He was more energetic, constantly preening by touching his hair or checking himself in every reflective surface. On top of that, he was being secretive and choosing his words more.
Normally, Nino would have just assumed it was due to him being around his father again. The energy was just the hypervigilance abused kids had, the preening was because he was going to get back into modeling soon, the secrecy was to make sure he didn’t anger his father. He could tell that’s what Alya and Chloe thought it was, they casted worried glances his way whenever they noticed, but...
One thing couldn’t be explained away: the pin on his shirt.
Nino sighed and closed his eyes, thinking. Adrien was clearly trying to hide it, it was barely visible under the folds of his hoodie, but why? Marinette had already texted everyone not to question it because it belonged to his mother back in the day. That was fine, but then why was he hiding it? Was he that hurt by Marinette’s joke the other day?
And why did he feel like he’d seen it before?
Nino shook his head slightly and opened his eyes again, looking down at his phone and uploading the video.
It was short, just a few seconds.
Alya, in costume, smiled over at Nino.
“I think that went well. We make a good team.”
The video zoomed in on a spot over her shoulder where Adrien, Marinette, and Chloe were all arguing animatedly.
TikTok account updated, he smiled and pocketed his phone. “Ready?”
“We’ve all been ready for ages, you’re the one who took forever,” said Chloe, but there was no real bite in her tone.
He sighed. “Whatever, what’s first?”
“Well, since tomorrow is Christmas we need a simpler topic… so: balancing trays,” said Adrien.
Nino and Alya shared confused looks.
“We… we can carry trays already.”
“Can you carry five at once? Because that’s the average for events like this,” Chloe said.
… shit.
Nino loved his friends. He really did.
But he loved them considerably less than he usually did at that moment.
He was learning to have a lot more respect for waiters, at least.
It didn’t help that Chloe told them they would have to pay for anything they dropped. He doubted that it was anything but motivation, but that didn’t mean that he wasn’t a little bit wary of letting anything fall.
At least he had some kind of experience due to helping out Marinette at her parent’s bakery that one time, though. Alya, it seemed, wasn’t so lucky.
Alya, it seemed, had been flattened, actually.
He trudged over, his arms aching under the strain of holding them out for so long, and nudged her with his foot. The tray on her head wobbled precariously as she lifted her gaze to meet his.
“I vote we kill the rich kids.”
“Agreed,” he said. “But we’ll have to be up to do that.”
She grumbled a little and slowly started getting to her feet, much to the two rich kids’ horror.
… they were lucky that the two of them were bogged down still and therefore were easy to get away from.
Nino didn’t celebrate Christmas. He was Muslim, there wasn’t really any reason for him to do so. That didn’t mean he didn’t accept Marinette’s cookies or wish his friends a Merry Christmas through text, he just didn’t join in on the festivities. It would have felt weird and wrong for him, so he was happy to curl up by the fire and to watch the video that his friends had uploaded to TikTok.
It was a snowball fight. Much to everyone’s dismay, every snowball they sent Marinette’s way dissolved before it could hit her… so they ganged up on her to push her in a snowbank. The video zoomed in on Marinette’s hand popping out of the snowbank to grab the person nearest her -- Chloe -- and drag them in as well. Fortunately and unfortunately, she managed to grab hold of Adrien and Alya on the way down. The four of them were a tangle of limbs and snow by the end of the video.
The next day was far less fun for everyone involved: how to deal with bitchy guests.
Adrien may as well have not been there, to be honest. He’d tried to help out but then he’d stuttered a lot while trying to call them anything worse than ‘annoying idiots’. He settled to sit on Marinette’s bed (they’d stolen her room for no reason other than because they could) and snuggle the giant cat plush she had.
Which left only Chloe to bully them.
Alya was, unsurprisingly, very good at lying and acting in general. Nino wasn’t, but that was also to be expected. HE didn’t get to be magically enhanced by a god.
Chloe turned to him. “My steak is clearly undercooked! Look at it, it’s pink!”
“It’s steak, ma’am. That’s how steak is.”
“How rude! Don’t you know who I am? I could have you fired!”
“PLEASE do.”
Chloe’s composure broke a little and she took a moment to school her face back into a scowl. “Where is your manager?”
“Somewhere. If you find him, tell me. I have no clue who he is.”
That got Chloe to break character completely. She laughed. “You suck.”
“Well, I AM gay.”
Adrien sat up in the bed. “YOU’RE GAY?!”
Alya raised her eyebrows. “Remember that one interview where the interviewer asked how they could all be better allies like him and he just laughed for a good minute?”
“I followed it up by saying ‘Yeah… I’m an ALLY’ and then laughing even harder. I literally couldn’t have been any more obvious without kissing a guy on screen.”
Adrien could only shrug sheepishly.
Alya snickered. “I don’t know why Master Fu ever thought putting a bunch of gay disasters together would go well.”
“Hey! I’m not a disaster!” Tried Chloe.
She got many skeptical looks.
“Chloe, you’ve lived with your crush for five months while knowing she liked you back and you still haven’t made a move. You’re the biggest disaster of all of us.”
Chloe didn’t have a retort for that so she cleared her throat and glared halfheartedly at Nino. “Alright, c’mon, you’re not going to learn to be a better waiter if we don’t get back on subject.”
On day four Marinette had done fittings for them both (Chloe manned the counter at the bakery, and when people asked she would tell them that she owed an old classmate).
Nino frowned as she worked at his sleeves. “Is it normal to stitch stuff while people are still wearing it?”
She moved the needles in her mouth to the side so she could tell him: “No, but I don’t have a lot of time before Chloe burns the bakery down.”
“She’s not doing any of the baking.”
“She’d find a way regardless.”
She turned away from him to deal with Alya and made an annoyed whining sound in the back of her throat. “Stop moving or I’m going to stab you.”
“Is that a threat?”
“No, it’s a warning. If you keep moving while I’m stitching I’m going to end up stabbing you with a needle. So stop.”
“... oh. Okay.”
“Adrien come over here and hold Alya’s sleeve for me.”
He frowned a little but he walked over and, after hearing her list the same instructions five times, copied her hold so she could stitch something without risking stabbing her in the arm.
It was here that Alya saw the pin. Her eyebrows furrowed thoughtfully. “I know that from somewhere.”
“Oh?” Said Adrien. “That’s because --.” He stopped suddenly. Nino frowned at the brief annoyance passing over his friend’s face, but then it was gone and he managed little more than a shrug. “My mom was famous.”
Well THAT wasn’t suspicious at all.
“No, I don’t think --.”
Unfortunately, fate wasn’t smiling on them because Chloe chose that exact moment to come rushing up the stairs.
Marinette winced. “Yeah, that happens sometimes.”
“The fuck do you MEAN it ‘happens sometimes’?” Said Nino, more than a little concerned.
“I’m just glad it isn’t a race thing if it happened to Chloe, too,” she said absently. She walked to her desk and picked up a wet wipe, offering it to Chloe. “Here.”
Chloe frowned. “I worked really hard on my makeup, I don’t want to mess it up. It’ll be fine.”
… the next day Chloe was sick.
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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 16 days ago
A Miraculous TikTok Account
Part 51
Alya was about ten seconds away from going insane.
She had gone through the files of every single person in the right height range in all of Paris. She’d found six of them. That was fine and to be expected.
What WASN’T fine was that none of them had any connections to the area that Hawkmoth’s akumas came from. And Hawkmoth HAD to have connections of some kind, because throwing them off wouldn’t be worth the amount of time it would take to get there every time he needed to create an akuma -- pretty much everyone would have gotten over what had made them sad or angry by the time he got there, not to mention the time it would take to send the akuma over.
So, yeah, he had to have some sort of connection. But where?
She started with houses and jobs and found nothing. Then she moved onto spouses, onto friends, onto their kids… nothing.
Okay, fine, acquaintances…
Nope. Not even acquaintances.
Before long she was sitting at her desk, a digital conspiracy board for each of them. Unfortunately, the only thing the conspiracy boards were doing was proving why each of the people couldn’t be Hawkmoth. Two of them were the wrong skin color. The other four had solid alibis for every time Hawkmoth appeared.
She rested her head in her hands, trying to think.
Alright, fine, maybe she missed one of the files. She started flipping through the papers again, searching for the ones within the right height range.
Aha! She’d missed one!
She ran back to her computer eagerly. She had the answer! This was finally it!
… they were the wrong gender. At least there was a little variety.
She threw the file down with the others and banged her head against her desk so hard she heard some of her knick knacks rattle. She was missing something. She knew it. The answer was right in front of her, she just couldn’t see it.
And then an idea came to her. A whisper in the back of her head that made her skin crawl.
Master Fu said Adrien knows Hawkmoth, if she followed him for long enough maybe she’ll be able to figure out who it is…
She scowled and looked down at the fox miraculous hanging from her neck. She clutched the pendant in her fingers and heavily considered throwing the damn thing out the window.
She was NOT going to stalk Adrien again. It hadn’t been right the first time, it would be just as bad the second time. Worse, even, because at the house he could at least have a reasonable expectation that people could barge into his room at any moment and therefore had a level of caution, but at his own home he was supposed to feel safe. Invading his privacy like THAT... no amount of turning away when he changed could make that okay.
As if he knew what she was thinking about and wanted to make her feel even guiltier for letting the thought cross her mind, her phone started blaring the Nyan Cat song.
She didn’t have the energy to pick her head up again. Instead, she reached her hand around the table blindly until she felt the familiar ridges of her phone case. She swiped her finger along the phone screen until it vibrated a little and brought the phone to her ear. “Yeah?”
“Hi hi!” Adrien’s voice filtered through her phone, far too cheery for how she was feeling.
She shook her head just slightly. “I already said I would do it, you don’t have to keep calling to make sure I’m going to help you.”
“Is it illegal to check up on my friends?”
Her heart warmed a little at that and she had to fight to keep the scowl on her face. “Don’t be such a ray of sunshine. I’m frustrated over here.”
“Oh, don’t be frustrated! I’ll cheer you up! Um…”
She rolled her eyes. “Don’t worry, it's not enough for Hawkmoth to get involved, you don’t need to bother.”
“What? No. I just don’t want you to be upset because I care about you!”
Alya knew it was probably a calculated response to try and cheer her up. Didn’t mean that it wasn’t working. She banged her free hand on the desk a few times to try and help herself keep her composure, but she ended up smiling anyway.
“Asshole,” she muttered, pushing herself up in her chair.
“Ten euros,” he chirped.
Her eyebrows knit in confusion. “Ten euros? Why?”
He giggled. “Oops, sorry, habit. Wrong person.”
“How is THAT a habit --?”
“We implemented a swear jar for Marinette. It’s not going very well.”
She grinned. “I can imagine.”
There was a beat where he hesitated and then he sighed. “Do you want to talk about what got you frustrated earlier or…?”
“Just struggling a little with the Hawkmoth stuff. He’s supposed to be within a certain height range but all of the people I found didn’t match up.”
He hesitated, just slightly, before he smiled and said: “Don’t worry about that. We’re going to the Gala so we can get more information anyways, you can measure people there. Maybe the papers you have are wrong or something.”
She rolled her eyes. “You just want me to work on the Master Fu stuff instead.”
“... was it that obvious?”
“I can hear you lying through the phone.”
… how could she hear him pouting through the phone, too? Was that possible?
“I have faith that we can all figure it out eventually, but for the Fu stuff… the public will believe us about Hawkmoth, the police won’t believe us about Fu without proof.”
“Fine. I’ll go spy on Master Fu for you.”
He laughed a little. “Thanks, Alya. I owe you one.”
“Don’t need to. Tell me what it's for and if the reason is good enough you won’t owe me.”
There was a beat as he thought about it and then he sighed. “Fine. I don’t like the idea of him getting the miraculi back after everything’s done, I don’t think he’d use it wisely. Look at what happened with Hawkmoth -- heck, look at what happened to US. I need blackmail, hopefully that will be enough to get him to leave us and the miraculi alone.”
She considered it for a few moments before she broke into a grin.
“Congrats, Adrikins, looks like you don’t owe me.”
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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 18 days ago
A Miraculous TikTok Account
Part 50
Marinette wanted many things. To have a healthy sleep schedule again. To defeat Hawkmoth already. To have less demanding customers...
What she did NOT want was her annoying rich friends dropping by her house at seven in the morning to teach her how to deal with rich people.
She felt a finger poke her face and jolt her out of her nap but damn it she was still tired and she was not intending on moving for another fifty years if she could help it.
Another poke. And then another.
Pleeeeease go away, she thought as she burrowed deeper into her blankets.
Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke. Poke.
“I don’t think it’s working, Chloe,” said Adrien.
“It is. She’s awake, just ignoring us.”
Poke. Poke.
Po --.
Marinette grabbed the hand and opened a bleary eye to see two blonds standing over her. She opened her other eye in order to glare at them properly but, instead of running for safety like people with self-preservation instincts are prone to do, they just broke into grins.
“Good morning,” cooed Adrien.
“How the fuck did you get in my house,” said Marinette, finally releasing the hand and pushing herself up to sit.
“Your mom let us in.”
She grumbled a little in Mandarin. Chloe and Adrien understood what she was saying, if the amused smiles on their faces meant anything, but she couldn’t bring herself to care as she rolled out of bed and trudged around getting changed.
An hour later she had been fed and clothed and given enough coffee to be able to wake up some.
Now that she was awake… she turned to glare at her friends. “I hate you guys.”
Adrien stretched lazily, unperturbed by her apparent hatred of them, and it was here that Marinette noticed the brooch on his shirt. Her head tipped to the side the slightest bit.
“Weird choice. Is bad fashion sense just a family trait?”
He gave her a confused frown until she nodded to the brooch and then he puffed out an awkward laugh. “Yeah. I was going through the house looking for places we could all transform in during the gala and I found this. It used to belong to my mom.”
Marinette pressed her lips together thinly. She would like to take back her joke.
She couldn’t so she flashed awkward finger guns and abruptly switched to the next topic:
“I really don’t need this. I deal with rich bitches for my job all the time. I’ll be fine.”
Chloe winced. “See, it’s you calling them ‘rich b-s’ that worries us.”
“You can’t swear in front of people,” said Adrien. “Which means… we’re implementing a swear jar.”
“Really?” Said Marinette, suddenly tired all over again. “I’m not a child.”
“We need to get you to stop swearing. If we have to use negative punishment to get you to stop then so be it.”
“Fuck out of here with your Skinner nonsense.”
“Not nonsense. Ten euros in the swear jar,” said Adrien.
“Ten,” confirmed Chloe, reaching into her bag and pulling out a jar. “Pay up.”
Marinette clicked her tongue and found her purse. However reluctantly, she dropped ten euros in the jar. She got the feeling that the jar would be very full by the end of the two weeks.
She gave the two a tentative smile. “Ready to start?”
The first day was dedicated to silverware. You’ve read that right. A whole day. Dedicated to fucking SILVERWARE.
Who needs this many spoons? This many forks? Why did they have so many names? WHY?
She glared at the diagram Adrien and Chloe had drawn for her.
“This is some white people shit.”
“Ten euros,” said Adrien absently.
Marinette scowled as she dropped another few euros into the jar. “It is! It’s so dumb!”
“It’s important to rich people. Now, what is this?”
“... a spoon.”
“It’s a salad spoon.”
“Rich people.”
Marinette was going to punch someone. Preferably the corpse of whoever had decided to make so many different types of silverware.
“Alright, now try this one.”
She looked up at the weird three pronged fork Chloe was pointing at. “Trident.”
“Are you even taking this seriously?” Asked Chloe exasperatedly.
“Yeah, but I’m not convinced that whoever thought of this was. What is it?”
“Lemon fork,” answered Adrien.
“FUCK,” she hissed.
Adrien grinned. “Ten euros.”
She scowled at him and threw some more money at the jar.
Day two was posture. It turns out hunching over a sewing machine does not do wonders for your back.
She added a lot of money to the swear jar that day. Her bank account was crying. Flies were practically flying out of her wallet. And yet she needed to swear. How else could she convey her frustration?
Adrien smirked. “This is the reason you can’t lift much.”
Marinette clicked her tongue. “I doubt there’s that much of a difference.”
“I can bench about 200 kilograms,” said Chloe.
Adrien opened his mouth to tell her she had to pay the swear jar. She threw the money at him before he could get a word out.
The third day they went over the different designers and what each one meant about a person’s social status. This went by pretty quickly because Marinette was already well versed in the fashion world. She was pretty sure that they were giving her a break because the previous two days had been so draining, and she was secretly grateful for it.
… the gratefulness didn’t last. The next day was learning the name of every rich person that was set to attend and their known partners. A hundred invitees and another fifty or so plus ones. Marinette thought she was dying.
Marinette rested her head in her hands as she stared at the newest name on the board.
“How do I even SAY that?”
“I’ll give it to you.”
Day five was backhanded compliments and other passive-aggressive jabs.
“An oldie but a goodie is: ‘I love how you’ll just wear anything’,” said Chloe.
Adrien nodded. “I like ‘I don’t care what others say about you, you’re alright in my book,’ personally.”
“Oh! And then there’s the most devastating thing you can say to someone you’ve already met: ‘Hi, nice to meet you!’”
“When I was a kid I got away with asking a really skinny person when their baby was due to mess with them.”
While these backhanded compliments were very useful in a place like Paris, Marinette didn’t really get why they needed so many or why rich people in particular were so fond of them. So, she dropped some money in the swear jar preemptively and asked: “Why not just call someone a bitch be done with it?”
“Lose opportunities,” said Adrien with a frown.
“That’s dumb. Who wants opportunities with people they don’t like?”
Chloe shrugged.
Marinette frowned. She was kind of regretting the fact that her type was rich kids with parental issues and poor social skills. If this is what being a rich person was like she kinda didn’t want it.
But then Chloe grinned and rested an arm around her shoulders. “I like to tell people ‘Your new haircut looks so much better than your old one.’ Especially if their new haircut is bad. No matter what they do they lose.”
Marinette giggled.
Maybe dating a rich kid wouldn’t be SO bad...
Day six discussed how much they were going to be able to eat while there.
To sum up the lesson: nothing.
“That’s fucked up,” mumbled Marinette with a frown.
“Ten euros,” said Adrien.
She threw her entire purse into the swear jar.
Is it possible to be excited for something while also seriously dreading it?
Because that was how Marinette felt about day seven: faking a relationship with Chloe.
She tried not to freeze up as Chloe rested an arm around her waist. They had always been affectionate, why was it suddenly so hard? It should have been the same, and yet… with the new context of them ‘dating’ Marinette’s heart couldn’t seem to stop spasming in her chest.
Marinette swallowed thickly before leaning up and pressing a kiss… to Chloe’s cheek. Her head tipped forward to rest against her shoulder and the two of them laughed awkwardly. The arm around her waist slipped up and the other wrapped around her and her laughter became a little more relaxed as she hugged back.
“We can probably get away with just kissing each other on the cheek,” said Marinette quietly.
Chloe nodded slightly. “Yeah, I wouldn’t want to do anything you weren’t comfortable with, anyways.”
‘But are YOU uncomfortable?’ she screamed mentally.
She forced a smile and pulled back. “There are other ways of showing you’re dating.”
“Like…?” Said Adrien.
Marinette fought not to jump. She’d forgotten he was there. She pressed her lips together thinly as she tried to think, before grinning and flashing finger guns. “Pet names.”
“Gotta be super gross and embarrassing, obviously. I’ll call you…” Chloe trailed off, unsure.
“Honey?” Offered Adrien with a slight smirk.
“NO,” complained Marinette.
Chloe laughed a little. “No no no, he has a point. It’s perfect.”
She groaned. “Fine. I’ll call you something even stupider like… like… like SWEETIE.”
Adrien snickered. “I don’t think these are the wins you seem to think they are.”
“Oh, fuck off, Adrien,” said Chloe.
Marinette gasped and turned to look at her. “Oh, sweetie, you swore? For me?”
She pretended to swoon, hand to her forehead. Chloe caught her with ease.
“Of course, honey, anything for you,” she cooed, leaning forward to nuzzle her nose against hers jokingly.
The pair of them smiled at each other and Marinette realized with a start that their faces were still only a few centimeters apart. Heat rose to her cheeks slowly and Chloe smiled, taking the hand from her forehead and pressing a kiss to her palm.
She hesitated, face burning red, before twisting the hand in Chloe’s to intertwine their fingers and then pulling back.
Marinette turned to Adrien and gave him a smile. “How was that for two people in love?”
Adrien went from ecstatic to exhausted in about half a second.
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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 19 days ago
We did it <3
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Alright, damn, I’m being Perceived
But anyways I’m proud of myself this is kinda insane. Haven’t even existed for a year yet and I already have 500 followers? Wild
Seriously, though, this is so cool and I’m very thankful that you guys have stuck around this long
But enough emotions, enjoy all the deleted jokes from my past stories
“You… what am I supposed to call you, anyways?” Robin said.
He glanced her up and down, and she watched his lips curl into a smile. “Creative. Who came up with that one?”
“I did, Robin #6548.”
“... fair enough.”
Harley smiled as she helped her out of the broken remains of her chair. “What’s your name, darlin’?”
“Uh… Dark Horse! No, wait, that’s stupid. Um… NightMare! Shit! No! Fuck! Um!”
Robin turned on his comm just so he could laugh at her. Her face flushed red with embarrassment.
“NightMare isn’t that bad,” said Harley, who was apparently taking pity on her.
Marinette forced a smile. “Yeah. Okay. NightMare it is, then.”
Robin laughed harder. She was going to punch him when she saw him next.
Harley rested her hand on top of Marinette’s head. “Everyone, meet my kid, NightMare.”
Marinette smiled despite the fact that Red Hood was screaming over comms that the bats, in fact, had dibs on adopting her.
Dick rested a hand on her shoulder, holding her back. She frowned and turned back around to face him, crossing her arms over her chest.
“I wasn’t going to --.”
“I have a bunch of idiot younger siblings. I know when you all are going to do something stupid. Don’t do it.”
Marinette, of course, was already preparing to do it just to spite him.
Marinette, Jason, and Damian were at a standstill.
She crossed her arms over her chest. “I get to kill him. He made me kill someone! It’s only fair!”
Jason frowned. “Well, he killed me! If anyone deserves revenge it’s me!”
“Okay. But consider that I’m the blood son and therefore I get to kill him --.”
“Not this bullshit again,” muttered Jason.
“It doesn’t even make sense most of the time!” Complained Marinette.
Joker, broken and bloody on the floor, held a finger up for attention. “Do I get a say in --?”
“NO!” Yelled the three vigilantes. At least they were finally agreeing on something.
Marinette glared at him for a few minutes before shaking her head and pulling out her yoyo. “How about this: I’ll bring him back twice so we all get a go. Is everyone okay with that?”
“If we must,” said Damian.
“Fine,” said Jason.
“NOT FINE,” said Joker, who had apparently forgotten that he did not get a say in this.
(I mean technically the entire second half of the fic is all deleted scenes but haha Let's Not Talk About That instead you get one vague scene)
Marinette’s smile was becoming more and more strained as time went on. She couldn’t understand English very well, and the woman was clearly counting on that, but the woman hadn’t accounted for the text scrolling in front of Marinette’s eyes that told her exactly what she was saying.
She clutched Tim’s arm tighter. “Bruce, tell her she’s a bitch.”
Tim’s lip twitched and he leaned down slightly to press a kiss to the top of her head.
Bruce was less amused, she could tell from the slight narrowing of his eyes behind his normal ‘Brucie’ smile. “You want me to tell her exactly that?”
“She deserves to know.”
Another One?!
Marinette winced as her broken nose accidentally knocked against her glass.
Dick frowned. “What happened?”
“Just got a little hurt at work, don’t worry about it, sweetie,” she said, setting her drink down. Maybe another glass would hurt less. Or not drinking --.
Dick leaned forward and pressed a kiss to her battered nose.
Marinette blinked at him. “Um?”
“To make it get better.”
She was NOT going to cry.
Adrien was strong. He was a vigilante, he faced death every night. He could do this.
Dick rounded the corner, sheepishly hopeful smile in place. “Hey, dad, can I have --?”
Adrien was already pulling out his credit card.
Finding out your son is apparently dead is weird. It’s even weirder when he’s standing next to you, perfectly alive.
Marinette, Adrien, and Dick all frowned and pointed to the youngest. Jason was right there, how could he be listed as dead?
“I’m sorry, but his foster system says that he died a year ago.”
“But… he’s alive. Look at him! He’s right here!”
Apparently being alive wasn’t enough to prove that Jason was alive. They left the DMV in defeat (which, granted, everyone leaves the DMV in defeat but not in the same way).
“Well, sweetie, I guess you can’t drive.”
“It’s fine. It’s pretty much illegal for gay people to be able to drive, anyways.”
None of them were prepared.
Adrien choked. “You’re gay?”
“I didn’t tell you guys?” His eyes widened. “You already took me in! You can’t take it back!”
Marinette held up her hands in an attempt to calm him. “I… we support you, obviously, we were just surprised.” She elbowed Adrien in the side.
“Of course we support you, Jay. I’m glad you felt comfortable enough to come out.”
Dick smiled and rested his arm around his shoulders. “That explains why you never talked about girls. Now, tell me, any cute guys in school?”
“Ugh, why would I talk about it with YOU?”
“I’m your older brother! You have to tell me!”
A Miraculous TikTok Account
Rena gave Carapace a tired look.
“It’s definitely gay to have a crush on Adrien Agreste.”
“No! He’s an exception, everyone with working eyes knows he’s hot!”
She rolled her eyes and turned to Chat. “You gonna weigh in on this?”
Chat was too busy blushing to answer.
Rena frowned as she looked Ladybug’s costume up and down. “Why is it so… intricate? Isn’t it hard to fight like that?”
“It’s all about the aesthetic, Rena.”
It was a short video. The miraculous holders were sitting on the couch, absolutely exhausted from their most recent akuma attack. Paramore’s Still Into You was playing in the background.
“I should be over all the butterfliiiiiies…”
Chloe looked oh-so tiredly at the camera.
“Guys… you can’t kill people during akuma attacks and expect to get away with it. Just because they’ll come back doesn’t mean that they won’t be upset about it. They can sue you for emotional damages. Kwami.”
“What the hell was Master Fu’s plan with recruiting us, anyways?” Carapace said with a sigh. He shook his head and walked over the the whiteboard. “What, was he just like…” He wrote down Master Fu’s supposed plan.
Recruit children
Defeat Hawkmoth
They had to admit. That definitely seemed like the plan.
“Step two is traumatize them,” piped up Rena.
Carapace nodded and wrote that it. Step two was definitely traumatize them.
Chloe raised her eyebrows as she looked at the video Chat had sent her, and her eyebrows raised further as she watched it.
Apparently, someone had made a compilation of all the times she had stepped on people’s akumas while they were wearing them and now people were petitioning Hawkmoth to give them their memories from their times as akumas back.
“The floor is lava!” Yelled Rena.
Ladybug barely even glanced over before beginning to float.
She didn’t know whether to call her out for not being any fun or question her about her apparently decorative wings.
Chat fought to keep his expression neutral as he turned to the other miraculous holders.
“Hey, guys, where do babies come from?”
The four tensed up and turned to look at him with wide eyes.
Rena disappeared into thin air. Chloe and Ladybug flew off.
Carapace… looked around for help and found that everyone was gone. He rested his head in his hands. “Man, I don’t get paid enough for this.”
“We don’t get paid at all.”
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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 20 days ago
A Miraculous TikTok Account
Part 49
I have finally done the math. This should have about 57 parts
Adrien slipped through his window at two o’clock. Two! In the morning! He was pretty sure keeping someone up for that long was a crime. If it wasn’t it should have been.
But, hey, they figured out generally what they were going to do. Adrien and Chloe were essentially going to give Rich People Lessons so the others would know how to behave. Marinette got the first week of lessons, Nino and Alya would get the second week, and if that wasn’t enough to teach them then he supposed they’d just be screwed because the Gala was at the end of the second week.
Which meant that he only really had a day to set up everything he might need during the Gala.
So, instead of dropping onto his bed and sleeping for a year like he so desperately wanted to, he grabbed a cup of coffee -- don’t think about the bugs don’t think about the bugs -- and jumped right back out the window again.
He slipped through the streets of Paris, coffee to his lips and phone to his ear.
“I don’t know, I just think you should check his finances.”
He could practically hear Alya’s eye roll. “He’s over three hundred, we know that everything is going to be screwy.”
“Exactly. We need to pin something on him. Identity fraud, money laundering, being a front, SOMETHING.”
There was a few moments of silence over the line, enough that he worried she had hung up to warn him, but then she said, “Fine. Just know it’ll take a while.”
“You’ve got at least two weeks.”
She gave a small hum of affirmation. “I should be able to manage. You owe me.”
“I’ll make it worth it,” he promised.
“Good. Now go to sleep. Hawkmoth isn’t due for an akuma until around nine, and models are supposed to get their beauty sleep or whatever.”
“I’ll think about it.”
“I’ll sic Chloe on you if you don’t sleep soon.”
He laughed a little. “Crap. I’ll sleep as soon as I can.”
“Good. Sleep well.”
“You too.”
The line clicked and he set his phone in his pocket. Just in time, too, he thought vaguely as he came upon his destination.
He walked up to the door and hesitated.
Tears pooled in his eyes and he knocked on the door.
It took a few moments, but Master Fu came to the door. It was just as the door swung open that Adrien burst into tears, water rolling under his mask. “It’s him. My dad is… he’s…”
“Oh, my dear boy,” said Master Fu. He felt a tiny hand wrap around his and gently tug him inside. “I’ll set the kettle on for you. Earl Grey?”
He nodded and sunk onto the plush mat. He pulled his knees to his chest and buried his face in them, letting tears roll over his mask. “I don’t… I don’t get it. How could he?”
“The grieving do weird things,” said Master Fu. Adrien felt the mat squish next to him, but he didn’t dare lift his head. “You like Batman, right? You modeled your costume after Catwoman, after all.”
“Yeah,” he said quietly.
“Mr. Freeze keeps his wife alive through cryogenic freezing. Everything he does, every crime he commits, is on the off chance he can bring her back… but we as an audience know he can never heal her, his story would end, so the only thing he accomplishes is maintaining his own grief.”
He frowned. “My dad…”
“Is the same,” he confirmed. “Years of effort, years of compromising his morals, all in hopes that he could one day bring his wife back to life.”
Adrien nodded slowly, pulling his face from his knees and wiping his face of his tears. “Do you think he’d stop if he got her back?”
“I don’t know. Is he really doing it for her or is that just a justification? Is it what she would have wanted?”
“Apparently, since she was Paon. She probably would have loved all this evil stuff,” muttered Adrien bitterly. A cup of tea was forced into his hands and he took a couple sips. “I barely remember anything about her, y’know, and now I have to live with the knowledge that the few memories I have of my own mother were probably fake because she was hiding this whole other side to her and --.”
He was crying into his tea. He moved the cup away from his face.
“I shouldn’t miss her, knowing what she did, but… I do. I really, really do.”
“You miss the innocence you had when she was last here, that is not the same,” said Master Fu.
Adrien swirled his tea around idly, watching the tea leaves that had slipped through spin. “I guess not. I never really knew her, after all… can’t miss someone you don’t know.”
He felt a hand rest on his shoulder and slowly raised his gaze to meet Master Fu’s eyes.
“I do have…” The hand left his shoulder and the gaze left his and Master Fu started shuffling around his shop. He pulled open a drawer and picked up a notebook, and then he turned back to Adrien and handed it over. “Here. It is not much, but it is all of the discoveries my mentors and I have made over the years about the peacock miraculous. It may jog some of your memories, or at least give you some sort of understanding of your mother.”
He sniffled and wiped his face with his hands, then sent Master Fu a watery smile. “Thank you.”
They packed up quickly after that and Adrien gave him another halfhearted smile as he clutched the notebook to his chest. He started to leave.
“Remember…” Master Fu started. Adrien turned to face him. “Your mother hurt people. Your father is doing the same. You may understand them, that doesn’t mean you can condone their actions.”
“Of course. Good night, master.”
With that, he spun on his heel.
A smile spread across his face.
He started off towards his house.
Adrien trudged across the room to his bookshelf. He read the spines carefully and then pulled out a Batman comic.
He thumbed through the familiar pages. The Killing Joke. A basic choice, but a good one. He flipped to the funhouse section and something fell to the floor with a quiet ‘clink’.
Adrien closed the comic and set it back on the shelf, then knelt down to pick up the fallen object. It was metal, unassuming. It kind of looked like a blue version of the location pins on digital maps.
He spun it in his fingers before walking over to his computer desk and setting it down. Then he grabbed the notebook Master Fu had given him. He started flipping through.
The brooch had been in his family for generations. Passed on every thirty to forty years. The oldest would get the pin once they turned eighteen, almost like clockwork…
Almost DISTURBINGLY like clockwork, he thought as he read further. Even if some people stayed good, most of them didn’t. They were power hungry, hell-bent on outdoing each other in their atrocities. Not the kind to give up their powers willingly… and they didn’t. Every single one met unfortunate ends, and their pin would get passed on.
He looked at the pin, worrying his lip with his teeth. He’d gotten it when he turned eighteen, too, but he was pretty sure that was a coincidence… right?
Well, they WERE messing with gods, he supposed. Cursed jewelry wasn’t out of the realm of possibility.
But he had until his hypothetical possible kid turned eighteen to deal with that. For now, he needed to figure out how it worked…
He scanned the pages.
There were some normal miraculous rules. If their identity was found out it couldn’t be told to someone else, everyone had to find it out for themselves. It affected the wearer’s looks, giving them markings around their eyes similar to eyeliner...
His family had an affinity for magic, whether that was because of the amount of miraculous holders it had had or some natural gift for it was unknown. Adrien took out a pen and wrote down that it was likely the amount of miraculous holders, as the effects from his father’s miraculous had passed down to him as well.
He messed with a page between his fingers. If that was true then he might have been one of the most powerful holders to ever live. That was kind of cool. He had been needing the ego boost.
He brushed the thought aside temporarily. He had a mission, after all.
It was on the last few pages that he found what he actually needed. Scrawled in handwriting that he recognized as his dad’s were a few instructions and facts. If he saw that the pages had old water stains on them, he didn’t acknowledge it.
He picked up the miraculous and fastened it to his shirt.
Blue light rippled from the brooch. He fought the urge to shield his eyes, instead just waiting the light out until… a blue kwami popped out.
He smiled at it. “Duusu, right?”
Duusu nodded slowly. Their blue head tilted to the side, purple eyes scrutinizing him for a long time. He fought the urge to fix his hair a little under their gaze.
The kwami slowly floated towards him and pressed a paw to Adrien’s nose. He went cross-eyed trying to keep track of them. They smiled at him and then floated back to hover by his miraculous.
Adrien cleared his throat. “Nice to meet you. I’m your holder for… however long this stuff lasts. Hopefully not long. After that we’ll figure out what to do with you, okay?”
The kwami nodded at him.
“Duusu, spread my feathers,” he said.
He was enveloped in blue light and when he came out he was wearing… a really cute dress, actually. He liked it. Swish swish swish swish -- CONCENTRATE.
He plucked a feather from his fan and tossed it on the nearest object, a computer mouse, and he couldn’t help the slight smile that made its way across his face as it transformed into a real mouse. He picked up the tiny mouse and smiled as he brought it close to himself, examining it. It looked so… real.
He couldn’t remember a lot about his mother’s Sentimonsters, they always avoided his house for reasons he hadn’t known back then, but he remembered that they were just as realistic and far less cute than the one he had made.
Adrien shook his head to clear the thought.
He detransformed and slipped the mouse in his pocket in case he ran into Nathalie or his bodyguard and then made his way through the house.
He knelt down in front of the door to his father’s bedroom and he pressed his ear to the door. Nothing. Good.
He looked at the mouse in his hand and gave it a smile. Adrien set the mouse down and watched it struggle to squeeze under the door.
Adrien worried his lip anxiously as he waited. He knew that his father was a light sleeper. There was no way that he could get away with taking the butterfly miraculous off of him directly, but that didn’t mean that he couldn’t get other things from his father’s room…
He smiled as the mouse slipped back under the door, key clutched in its teeth. He smiled and rubbed the tiny mouse’s head with his thumb. He picked the mouse back up and set it in his pocket, then pulled something out of the other side.
He made an imprint of the key, just in case, and set it back in his pocket.
Last things last, he made his way through the house, a new direction this time. Up some stairs, down a hall, take a left then a right, walk to the end of the hall… and you get to The Door.
It had been locked since his mother died. Adrien had sometimes tried the knob out of curiosity, but it was always locked. Untouched. Memories too painful for either of the remaining Agrestes to really try and go inside and face…
Until today. Adrien ran his thumb over the cold metal of the key. It should have felt heavier than it did, he thought. He twirled it in deft fingers and then inserted it into the lock. Twist, click, breathe…
He felt a weight settle on his shoulder and turned his head slightly to see Plagg sitting there. He smiled faintly at the familiar weight and allowed the kwami to nuzzle his cheek.
“Thanks, Plagg,” he murmured.
Plagg patted his shoulder.
Adrien took another deep breath and shouldered the door open.
Dust billowed out and he fought the urge to cough, knowing the sound would echo and possibly draw attention. He brought his shirt up to cover his nose and ducked back, waiting for the dust to settle (literally) before making his way into the room. His feet made tracks on the floor but that was fine, no one would be coming here for a long while…
Except for those Adrien wanted to come. He looked around the room, eyeing portraits covered in sheets and boxes of photo albums.
Time to get to work.
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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 22 days ago
A Miraculous TikTok Account
Part 48
Chloe healed Marinette and Adrien, obviously. That didn’t mean she didn’t call them stupid.
“I won,” mumbled Marinette.
She scoffed. “Yeah, that’s the important part here. Not that you two were hurt.”
“It’s very important,” said Adrien, dragging himself out of the cocoon of honey she’d made for them and helping Marinette out.
Alya nodded. “It definitely is… but I feel like we should have a rematch, because I’m pretty sure what you did was cheating.”
Marinette and Adrien glared at her and she, wisely, decided to shut up.
Nino reached them what felt like years later, but was really just a few minutes. The moment he deemed it safe he dissolved his plates and dropped the last five or so meters to the ground. He looked at the four of them, unimpressed.
“The fuck did you guys do? I only left you alone for a few minutes!”
They gave each other Looks, hands waving wildly to help their speechless communication, and Adrien was unanimously elected to try and get them out of trouble. Adrien looked at the ground for a few moments to gather his composure before lighting the night up with his smile. Chloe fought the urge to cover her eyes because his smile was even cuter without the mask and she couldn’t handle that.
Nino opened and closed his mouth a few times before sighing and shaking his head. The others exchanged smirks. They had him.
“Fine. I hope you all know you’re stupid, though.”
“Oh, trust me, we know,” said Alya.
Marinette laughed. “Don’t act like you’ve never done anything stupid.”
“I’m afraid I have no clue what you’re talking about, Poppet.”
“Specifically the year you mixed everything on your school tray together --.”
“No. Clue. What. You’re. Talking. About,” said Nino.
Marinette and Nino stared each other down until Marinette clicked her tongue and pushed herself to her feet. “Fine.”
Nino relaxed.
“-- and you ate it, claiming that it was ‘all going to the same place anyways’, only to throw up. Every day.”
Marinette moved to run away but, unfortunately, she forgot about Nino’s plates and ended up running directly into one with a satisfying ‘tok’ sound. She bounced back and glared at the green plate even as Nino picked her up and threw her over his shoulder.
Nino turned and grinned at Alya. “Right, I’ve got her. We’re heading to your place, right?”
“... yeah,” said Alya, apparently deciding to just accept it. Marinette could get out of the hold if she wanted, so she must be fine. “This way.”
They followed Alya through the city. Chloe had started out running on foot with everyone else but she quickly learned she was apparently out of shape in comparison and ended up flying the rest of the way.
Eventually, they came upon an apartment complex and Alya smiled awkwardly as she pointed to a window three floors up.
“That one’s mine.”
Chloe flew up and then took a seat on the windowsill as she waited for everyone to clamber up the fire escape. She could barge into Alya’s room at their house, but at her own? That felt like an invasion of privacy. No, she could wait an extra minute to be let in.
… watching someone break into their own house was weird. Alya sat herself down in front of the window and started swiping a business card underneath the window to try and trigger the window lock.
“What’s even the point of locking it?” Asked Chloe, a frown on her face.
“So my parents don’t think I was kidnapped,” said Alya, not even looking up from her task. “They’ll just think I snuck out… which, I guess, isn’t too far from the truth.”
There was a faint click and Alya muscled the window open.
They slipped inside one by one, feet scuffing on the carpet.
Alya crossed the room to boot up her computer which… looked like a normal computer. For some reason Chloe was expecting something cooler.
Nino dropped Marinette onto the bed and she sent him a rude hand gesture in return but otherwise the four of them were stuck awkwardly hovering by the bed.
Alya barely spared a glance back their way. “Feel free to look around, kwami knows I snooped in all your rooms when we first started out.”
That was all the permission they needed.
Chloe found that Alya apparently had even more stuff piled up in here. She must have some sort of toy warehouse supplying her because there was no way she could have just naturally managed to get her hands on all this stuff.
Adrien grinned as he knelt next to a shelf that seemed to be a collection of action figures. “Dude… did you really manage to get your hands on the Limited Edition Mer Noir? Didn’t you have to drink at least seven twenty-four packs of Mountain Dew for this?”
“... I had ten to be safe,” said Alya after a few minute’s consideration.
Everyone shared horrified expressions except for, predictably, Marinette. She walked over to the action figure shelf and started looking around.
“Oh, hey, Chlo, come look at this she got one of your miscolors.”
“Don’t remind me of that,” complained Chloe, but she walked over to snoop with everyone else.
“Hey, didn’t my action figure cost a good thousand or so?” Said Nino with a frown as he picked up the mini him.
Alya rolled her eyes. “Well, you only ever made one, so I had to get it. It was worth it.”
“No wonder you were the best blogger, you were OBSESSED,” said Adrien.
“ANYWAYS I need your credit card, Adrien.”
Adrien sighed but he did detransform and toss her his wallet.
After a second’s hesitation everyone else detransformed. It would be kinda suspicious if one of Alya’s family members happened to come check on her and end up seeing a bunch of superheroes in her room. Of course, it would also be suspicious if they saw her hanging out with four other teenagers all in their pajamas, but at least it wasn’t suspicious in the kind of way that would risk their identities...
Except, maybe, if they saw Chloe. She walked to the closet and stole one of Alya’s -- actually, no, that might have been Nino’s -- hoodies to hide her face.
Identities now safe, they all huddled around the desk.
Alya scrolled through the most recent transactions with a tiny frown. “... is everyone else seeing this?”
“Why does he keep sending money off to… somewhere every month?” Said Nino, leaning closer to the screen as if that would make it reveal its secrets.
“Probably some sort of offshore account or maybe it goes to some person he’s declared a dependent or something,” said Chloe.
The others looked at her, confused.
She shrugged a little in response. “It’s a rich person thing. Helps them out of some taxes.”
The three of the non-rich people looked at her for a few moments in confusion before pulling out their phones and starting to type out texts to their parents.
She glanced over at Adrien so they could roll their eyes as a pair, only to find he was weirdly… annoyed? She tipped her head to the side, slightly confused, trying to figure out why he was so upset. He met her eyes and sent her a false smile before turning his attention back to the screen.
The three finished their texts at that moment and Alya took back the mouse to continue looking through finances.
“This fucker buys a lot of makeup,” said Nino.
“Well, he’s gotta cover up all the ugly somehow,” said Marinette absently.
“I vote I ‘accidentally’ spill some water on him while we’re at the Gala,” said Alya.
“Do it,” said Adrien, hiding a grin behind his hand. “It’ll certainly be interesting.”
Alya laughed a little. “Well, if I have your approval then sure.”
Chloe pointed at the screen, drawing everyone’s attention back to it. “Looks like we’re about where he started planning everything.”
“Yeah, it looks like he bought…” Alya’s eyebrows furrowed. “Holy shit, an entire fountain? Just for an event? Isn’t that a bit much?”
“You underestimate rich people’s love of bragging about how much money they have,” said Adrien with a shrug.
“Damn. I wish I was rich enough to buy a fountain just because,” said Marinette.
“Well, you get to be a rich person’s girlfriend for a night at the Gala,” said Chloe, knocking her shoulder against hers. “That’ll have to do.”
Marinette blushed and looked away. Chloe smiled.
Alya rolled her eyes. “Hate to ruin your moment, guys, but I figured out the catering company.”
Marinette blinked and looked over, then pulled out her phone and searched up the name. After a few minutes of scrolling she held up her phone to show them people in… generic suits, it seemed. “Not that bad, just a few hours to a day of work, I think.”
Adrien frowned. “We can just buy suits, you don’t have to make it from scratch.”
“That’s how long you think it --?” Marinette started, but she caught herself before she could actually get angry. She zoomed in on the photo and handed it over to him. “Look how well-tailored the suits are, the specific cut, the shade… it’s not an easy fix and I would prefer to get it perfect so no one suspects they aren’t actually waiters.”
“Speaking of, do either of you know how to act like waiters,” said Adrien.
There was a long silence that said ‘no, no they do not’.
“I helped Marinette at her family’s bakery once,” offered Nino.
“... for a week,” she said.
He shrugged. “It’s something, at least.”
Adrien and Chloe met eyes.
“It’s really not,” said Chloe after a few seconds of considering the nicest way to say it. “That was with normal people with normal standards, rich people are more…”
“Bitchy?” Offered Marinette.
“I was going to say entitled.”
“Okay, so we need to give you lessons on how to pretend to be waiters… Marinette, are you good?” Asked Adrien.
“I deal with rich assholes all the time for work,” Marinette waved him off. Then she realized what she’d said and her face drained of color. “Not you, obviously! You guys are great!”
“It’s fine, we get it,” said Adrien. “But how many have you dealt with at once? For how long? How much etiquette do you know?”
Chloe rested her head in her hands.
“We’re screwed.”
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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 24 days ago
A Miraculous TikTok Account
Part 47
Nino, after he had gotten over his original horror upon realizing that he had told Adrien about his shitty dad in the worst way possible and had somehow missed the fact that he was living with his childhood best friend, had taken everything pretty well.
So had everyone else, actually. Outside of a few slips where people used the wrong names, it seemed that revealing their identities hadn’t changed much.
(Outside of the fact that Nino could no longer risk buying Marinette decaf on ‘accident’ because she had way more blackmail now.)
Now, they sat in a little circle, trading little stories with each other.
“-- and then Chloe STOLE MY DESIGN, right? But she left my signature there!”
Chloe hid her face in her hands. “I already apologized. Please let me forget that.”
“No. Fuck you.”
“I mean, if you want --.”
“GUYS THERE’S A CHILD RIGHT HERE,” said Alya, reaching out and covering Adrien’s ears.
“I know what sex is, R -- Alya.”
Alya gasped and pulled him close to her, wrapping her arms around him protectively. “You’ve already tainted him!”
Marinette clicked her tongue. “I blame Chloe.”
“RUDE --.”
“I hate to be the responsible one and all, but Poppet has a lot of work tomorrow so we should probably get back to planning,” said Nino with a sigh.
“I’ll be fine,” she waved off his concern.
Chloe’s eyes narrowed. “How much coffee have you drunk since we’ve been gone?”
“... a healthy amount.”
Alya narrowed her eyes. “Okay, how much is a lethal dose?”
“Probably around fifty cups of coffee for someone my weight.”
“Trick question. If you know the lethal dose of something you’re consuming way too much.”
Marinette’s eyes widened and she brought a tense smile to her face. “SO ABOUT THE PLAN --.”
“M’lady --.”
“THE. PLAN. IS. Adrien and Chloe can infiltrate as normal rich people. Nino can sneak in as a waiter and maybe catch information that people tell their families out of range of others. If Chloe’s okay with it then Alya or I can pretend to be her date and maybe get a few rich families to snitch on each other, if she’s not then we can help out Nino.”
There was a beat before Chloe shrugged. “I don’t mind, really.”
And then both women shot Alya a pleading look. Poor Alya. He could practically see her struggle between messing with them and helping their two dumb friends get into a relationship. Nino and Adrien shared amused looks. No matter what Alya chose, it was sure to be interesting.
Alya eventually settled for helping them: “Marinette, it’s like I keep telling you, if either of us are going to date Chloe it’s got to be you. Paris wouldn’t allow anything else.”
“Great, so I only need to make two outfits --.”
“Also, I want to see if this plays out like the Lovebugs Fake Dating fic I wrote when I was fifteen.”
Adrien snickered into his hand at the two women’s complaints. Nino sighed and shook his head exasperatedly (so Marinette wouldn’t kill him), but even he couldn’t keep the slight grin off his face.
Marinette hid her red face in her hands. “Back on topic: I need to know what catering company Gabriel is going to use so I can recreate the outfits. Adrien?”
Adrien shrugged. “He never tells me anything.”
“Great… is there any way you can ask?”
“Not without my dad questioning why I’d want to know.”
Marinette clicked her tongue. “Great. Anyone got any ideas?”
“I could try a bit of hacking,” offered Alya. “See where his most recent transactions have gone.”
(Nino stopped himself from asking where Alya could have learned hacking. He hoped it didn’t have anything to do with her past obsession with them. It was probably just because she’d run a blog for a while. Probably.)
“What do you need to do that?” Asked Adrien.
“It’d be easiest if I had a card of his or access to his wifi. No matter what, though, I need my computer.”
“I can summon a computer for you,” offered Marinette.
Alya shook her head. “I need my personal computer, we’d be here for years waiting for stuff to download otherwise.”
Chloe crossed her arms over her chest. “Alright, so… we do it at your house? Or do we all meet up at Adrien’s?”
“My dad has a bunch of security cameras, it’s not a good idea to sneak everyone in there,” said Adrien after a few moment’s deliberation.
There was a collective nod and they transformed and looked over the side of the tower.
“Chloe and I can fly everyone down safely,” offered Marinette after a few seconds.
Nino shook his head. “I’ll pass, thanks. Even if my plates are slower, I’d rather not risk being dropped, thanks.”
It turns out that he made the right call. He had only gotten a fourth of the way down the tower before two blurs of color rushed past him.
Alya’s account that night uploaded a video captioned ‘Carapace is officially the only one of us with functioning brain cells’.
(It was hard to tell where the camera was, though the miraculous holders would later realize that they forgot to talk to Alya about the cameras on their suits after their fight with Cinderella.)
Chloe smiled and there was a shifting sound as she knelt down so Alya could piggyback on her back. “Hey, ‘bug, race you to the bottom.”
Marinette frowned, head tipping to the side slightly as she picked up Adrien bridal style. “That sounds like a bad idea...”
“You’re just a chicken,” teased Alya.
The camera slowly zoomed in on the conflicted expression on Marinette’s face. You could practically hear the ‘don’t fall for it don’t fall for it don’t fall for it’ playing in her head before she clicked her tongue.
The next shot was a nice skyline of the city for a few seconds before the camera started falling.
There were a few seconds where people got to experience the absolutely horrifying but exhilarating feeling of falling before there was a cut.
Nino’s camera barely caught the two screaming blurs before they were gone again. Nino yelped out an Arabic curse and jolted back a step.
The jolt was apparently the perfect time to do a hard cut to the sound of Marinette and Adrien hitting the ground. The two groaned out. Marinette had done enough to not get them killed, but clearly she had been determined to win at any cost.
Chloe and Alya touched down just two seconds later if the quiet twinkling sound of her jewelry meant anything. Chloe looked annoyed as she leaned over the two of them.
“Was it worth it?”
Marinette’s gloved hand came into view, doing a weak thumbs up before falling again.
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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 26 days ago
A Miraculous TikTok Account
Part 46
Rena didn’t know why she hesitated.
Chat, Ladybug, and Carapace had all kept their identities for far longer than she had. The newest of the three had kept their secret for four and a half years, Rena had had hers for a year if you were being generous. She didn’t feel like she really had the right to be anxious about it. Shouldn’t she be the least hesitant because she hadn’t been keeping it a secret for as long?
But Ladybug had clearly been okay with it because she had broached the subject in the first place.
And Chat had smiled and said: “I was actually thinking about revealing myself anyways. The mask thing has been really bad for my skin.”
(Rena vaguely noted this was a partial lie, but before she could try and call him out on it they were moving on.)
“I KNEW IT,” said Carapace. “I knew the whole ‘my skincare routine is good enough to make my skin good even with the mask’ thing was bullshit!”
Chloe grinned. “Want an award?”
“Yes. Solid gold, please. Has to say ‘smartest man alive’.”
“How about the ‘smartest turtle-man alive’?”
“I’ll take it,” said Carapace. “Still beating Fu, at least.”
Ladybug smirked. “That’s the goal.”
And Rena didn’t know how they were joking around. This was supposed to be serious. These were their IDENTITIES. It’s a huge show of trust to tell someone about it, even their families were left in the dark, but here they were discussing doing it like it was the grocery list for the week and not something that could put them and their families in danger.
Rena cleared her throat awkwardly. “That’s pretty drastic, maybe we should talk about the plan first.”
Ladybug blinked and then nodded, her face falling to take on a more serious expression. “Chloe can take one of us as a plus one. Either Rena or I because she publicly came out as a lesbian back with the pillows and embroidery stuff.”
(“LesBEEan,” murmured Carapace, which earned a slight glare from Ladybug and a grin from Chat.)
“Chat, could you take one of us as a plus one as your civilian self?”
Chat shook his head. “No one would believe it, I’m not supposed to be let out much and anyone I would’ve met abroad would’ve been… well, abroad.”
“That’s what I figured. Which means the two of us that aren’t pretending to date Chloe are going to have to sneak in by pretending to be staff.”
Rena bit her lip. “And there would be no way to keep our identity secret?”
“At least not from me,” said Ladybug with a slight shrug. “I have a pretty good memory for outfits I make, and I’d have to make them because there’s no way an event like this wouldn’t have well-tailored, uniformed staff.”
Chloe shrugged a little. “If you’re nervous about it, Rena, you can pretend to be my date.”
“Please, Paris would riot if you took anyone but Ladybug,” retorted Rena.
Ladybug and Chloe blushed a little and avoided looking at each other. Rena fought the urge to roll her eyes.
And then she sobered, leaning against the railing and looking down at the city. Most people were asleep or heading to bed, leaving only little pinpricks of light down below. People going about their daily -- or, rather, nightly -- business, praying or reading or scrolling through their social media of choice... they were relying on them, trusting them to keep them safe...
She pushed off the railing and turned to look at them.
Ladybug beamed. “Should we do our reveals in a specific order or just all at once?”
“Order. More dramatic if we do it one at a time,” said Carapace.
Chat laughed a little. “That’s the most important part of this, the drama.”
“Of course it’s most important. So, what’s most dramatic?” Joked Chloe, though the real question was still there ‘What order should we do?’
They all turned thoughtful for a moment and Rena was the one to offer up a solution:
“How about order of appearance?”
(Even if she had agreed to reveal her identity, she was still a little anxious and hopefully that would dissipate by the time it would be her turn.)
There was a collective shrug of ‘sure, whatever’, and all eyes turned to Chat.
“Plagg, claws out.”
Lime green light enveloped him and they all watched as Chat revealed himself to be…
They stared in stunned silence for a few moments.
“ADRIEN AGRESTE?!” Carapace whisper-yelled.
Rena’s brain clicked to life at the sound and she made a sound that was somewhere between a scream and a laugh. Embarrassment flooded through her and she had to fight the urge to hop the railing of the tower.
At least she wasn’t the only one freaking out.
“HOW DID I NOT NOTICE?!” Chloe hissed, head in her hands.
Ladybug was panicking: “-- I joked about killing you during the FMK stuff I’m so sorry --.”
Since everyone else was lamenting their many mistakes, Rena felt free to join in: “I really called you ‘sunshine incarnate’ to your face, huh?”
Adrien held up his hands for silence and managed to get it pretty quickly. “Chloe, I fake my personality as ‘Adrien Agreste’ all the time, I would’ve been shocked if you had noticed. Ladybug, it’s fine, you were obviously going to marry Chloe and killing Kagami is basically impossible. Carapace, I know you were just concerned, I don’t mind. Rena, I’ve heard far worse.”
This managed to calm everyone down somewhat, though there was still an air of sheepishness.
Ladybug managed a smile. “Guess it’s my turn. Tikki, spots off.”
With a flicker of red Ladybug transformed into… a random person Rena didn’t know.
But, apparently, she was alone in this because everyone’s eyes widened.
“Marinette?!” Said Carapace.
Marinette blinked. “Wait, I know how Chloe and Adrien know me, but you, too? How?”
He grinned at her. “Lucky for you, I’m next. Wayzz, shell off.”
Green light again, a darker green this time, made its way across her vision until she was looking at another person she didn’t know.
Marinette obviously did, though, because her face lit up. “Nino!”
She launched herself at him and he caught her in a hug like it was second nature. The two friends embraced for a few seconds before Marinette decided to ruin the cute moment:
“I knew it had to be you. No one else sings that bad in the shower.”
“FUCK YOU I CAN SING YOU’RE JUST JEALOUS,” Nino hissed, changing the hug to a noogie with a deft shift of his arm and Marinette mumbled curses as he messed up her hair.
“Are they always like this?” Adrien said to no one, a smile on his face.
Chloe snapped out of the slight shock she’d been in since Marinette had revealed herself to smile and nod. “Been like this since they were kids. And I know that because I’m -- Pollen, buzz off! -- their long time classmate, Chloe Bourgeois.”
The other four miraculous holders gave mock gasps of surprise once they had gotten over the bright flash of yellow light that had nearly blinded them. Marinette pulled out of Nino’s grip and sent Chloe a smile.
“Wow, I never would’ve guessed.”
“I did hide it pretty well.”
Rena’s remaining nerves faded away. The tiny sigh of false exasperation Nino gave, the hand Adrien always brought to his mouth when he was trying to hold back laughter, the click Marinette’s tongue made when she was just a little annoyed, Chloe’s tiny smirk in response to it… it was the same people, with or without the mask. She had fought with them several times, had entrusted her life to them. She could trust them with her identity, too.
“Trixx, let’s rest.”
There was a beat of confused silence following the bright orange light where the four other holders looked at Alya with confusion written across their faces. She could see the gears turning in their brains, trying to figure out if they knew her even vaguely…
And then Adrien gasped. “Wait, aren’t you the Ladyblogger?”
“Oh shit, I think you’re right,” said Nino.
“Yeah!” Marinette smiled a little. “It’s good to know you’re alright, I was kinda worried when you stopped posting.”
Chloe snapped her fingers. “Alya, right?”
Alya smiled a little and tried to ignore the slight giddiness that her past self felt at the fact that, even if it had taken a minute, all of her old heroes remembered her. These were her friends, not her heroes. They were people, just like her, and she would treat them as such.
It was made easier to do so when Nino suddenly gasped and turned to Marinette:
“Wait a minute, Poppet, did you really tell me you had a crush on YOURSELF?”
“Listen --.”
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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 28 days ago
A Miraculous TikTok Account
Part 45
Marinette had always known she was bad when it came to doing nothing. Even as a little kid, she always had to be active, whether that was helping out her parents with work or school activities she simply had to be productive.
But this was the first time she had been bored out of her mind while doing something. She glared at the flower she was stitching into Kagami’s gown for no reason outside of the fact that it wasn’t occupying her mind enough. This was usually okay for her, she had no clue why it wasn’t working.
Okay, no, that isn’t completely true.
She had a few theories, the main one being that she was simply missing the chaos of her housemates. Chat wasn’t around to lay across her lap and make stitching far more difficult than it really needed to be, Chloe wasn’t around to scold her for her coffee intake or wrap around her like a blanket when she got too cold, Rena wasn’t around to talk animatedly about whichever hero managed to capture her interest this week, Carapace wasn’t around to crack his bad puns and make her reconsider what she should be stabbing with her sewing needle… working was surprisingly easy when she wasn’t trying to do it in what was practically a warzone.
She didn’t know if she liked the ease. She kinda missed them.
It wasn’t like she could do much about it, though. Everyone had their reasons for going home for the winter, including her. It was the holidays and her parents always drowned in work around this time of year. She needed to be around to help when she could.
So, she resigned herself to stitching flowers and letting her mind wander around aimlessly.
She was going to fucking KILL Gabriel Agreste if he ignored her advice for the third year in a row. Adrien Agreste had gained a little weight while abroad (good for him, she’d been kinda stressed about his diet for years if she were being honest). Chloe had almost accidentally found out her identity because she had nearly forgotten to detransform outside the building when she’d gone for a last minute fitting but at least she liked the outfit…
Of course, Marinette wasn’t all that concerned about her identity anymore. She figured that if any of the other miraculous holders actually were evil she would have somehow lucked her way into figuring it out by then.
Though, she had to admit, things would have been a lot easier if there was a traitor amongst them. Bad, yes, but easier. At least then they’d have some kind of substantial tie to Hawkmoth that they could use. As it were, they didn’t, so they were left grasping at straws.
They had made more progress over the past five months than she had made during the previous five years she had been a miraculous holder, and yet she couldn’t help but feel like they still hadn’t learned anything of real use.
Even if they did know what physical attributes were changed by his miraculous -- they didn’t -- there are over two million people living in Paris, how were they supposed to narrow it down? They knew his height and general build from around two years ago, but who knows how much could have changed since then. They were pretty sure that he was rich... but a lot of people are rich. How were they supposed to get close enough to figure it out? Rich people tend to be hidden, unobservable with their gated houses and security guards, and only really came out for big events --.
She looked down at the dress in her hands.
Ladybug hummed as she swung her legs idly, looking down at the world far below. It was technically illegal to stand on the Eiffel Tower’s antenna, she was pretty sure, but who was going to stop her?
Probably that one police officer that kept messing with Mr. Pigeon despite knowing that’s a bad idea.
She clicked her tongue and dropped to the highest observation deck and rested her head on the railing as she waited for everyone to get there.
Chloe was first. Not surprising, she was the only other one of them that could fly. She gave Ladybug a confused look.
“What’s going on?”
“I’ll fill everyone in when they get here,” said Ladybug with a slight shrug of her shoulders. “Don’t feel like explaining over and over again.”
Chloe scoffed a little but complied, taking a seat on the railing beside her and looking down.
One by one, people filed in. Chat came second, balancing on his baton precariously as he slowly extended it until Ladybug, scared for his safety, flew down to collect him. Rena was third, they were pretty sure, but they didn’t notice her until she removed whatever illusion she had used to cloak Carapace’s makeshift elevator made out of plates.
Ladybug looked around at everyone before pushing off of the railing. “Right, I know we’re on break of sorts, but I got an idea on how to deal with Hawkmoth.”
Chat and Rena both perked up at that.
“Really?” Said Rena.
“Well, it’s obviously not guaranteed,” said Ladybug quickly. “But I figured that it would be one of our best chances. You guys know about the New Year's Gala coming up?”
Chloe, Chat, and -- to her surprise -- Carapace all nodded.
“Well, I figured that was our best shot to get a general idea of all the rich people in the city. Gabriel Agreste is hosting the whole thing, you have to be stupid not to go.”
Chat nodded. “I’m sure Chloe and I are both invited.”
“Cool. Chloe can take one of us as her plus one with no one saying anything…” Ladybug started before trailing off. Her face flushed red and she quickly started back peddling: “I mean, if you’re already dating someone you should obviously take them, that's totally fine --.”
“I’m not dating anyone,” Chloe cut her off.
Ladybug tried to ignore the slight relief she felt. If she didn’t acknowledge it it wasn’t there, obviously.
Rena frowned. “All of this sounds great, but there’s gotta be a catch somewhere.”
“Yeah, there is,” Carapace muttered, already catching on.
Ladybug nodded. “In order to get more than three people in… most of us would have to reveal our identities.”
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olivia-anderson-fanfic · a month ago
A Miraculous TikTok Account
Part 44
Adrien was, as you may have guessed, not ‘handling it just fine’.
He’d thought it would be easy to avoid his father when he got home. His father had hardly ever given him the time of day so he wasn’t all that concerned that he would find out he was Hawkmoth.
But then he’d gotten home and his dad was… attentive?
He really didn’t know what to think… well, no, that’s not true. He knew the correct way to think… but was it weird that he still found himself falling for it? He knew his father was trying to use him, that the questions he was asking were centered more on the other miraculous holders than on Adrien himself, but that didn’t stop the warm feeling in his chest when his father smiled and hugged him and asked how he’d been the last semester.
It took a lot of effort to keep reminding himself that it was all fake, that he needed to keep everything a secret because any tiny slip could get his friends seriously hurt. It was best to just avoid him.
And, though he hated to admit it, there was this slightly vindictive part of him that enjoyed being on the other side of it for once. Gabriel was trying to get his attention and Adrien was the one that was ‘busy’. No wonder Gabriel had ignored him since his mother had died, this was actually kind of fun…
He stared at the door to his father’s study. His hand hovered over the door, years of getting turned away replaying through his head.
Adrien swallowed thickly and rapped twice before turning the knob.
The room was dreadfully dark, as always. Light slowly filtered in as the door creaked open, casting a dim ray of white into the black. He had to squint to make out anything for a few moments, and he almost believed that his father wasn’t there, but then he heard shifting inside.
“Yes, Adrien?” Gabriel said and, as usual, there was that hint of exhaustion creeping into his tone that made him want to apologize, turn on his heel, and run to the safety of his room.
But Adrien steeled his nerves and flipped the lightswitch.
“We need to talk.”
There was a few seconds as Gabriel struggled to get used to the sudden light, eyes screwed shut, and then he slowly lifted his head. His eyes were ugly and bloodshot. “Yes, I can see that, about what?”
Adrien stepped inside fully and closed the door behind him.
“I know you’re Hawkmoth.”
“I’m no --.”
“Can we skip the ‘I’m not evil’ spiel? Please? I’m tired and I don’t want to deal with it.”
Gabriel’s face darkened a little bit and he sighed, turning his seat around fully to look at him. “How did you know?”
“Too much lined up,” said Adrien. He crossed his arms over his chest and leaned against the door. The knob dug into his back as if to remind him just how easy it would be to bolt out of the room and pretend none of this had ever happened. “The timelines, I mean.”
“I see. I suppose you’re here to do more than declare you figured out my identity.”
“I know you want mom back, but… this isn’t the way to go about it.”
Gabriel shook his head just slightly. “Fu isn’t much better in how he does things.”
“I’m not saying he is. But at least he’s not actively trying to destroy Paris.”
“No, he’s just trying to destroy the psyche of five kids, instead. That’s so much better.”
“Mental health can be fixed, murder can’t.”
“You don’t think I know that?! He made me kill my wife!”
Adrien shook his head. “He made you kill the woman who was terrorizing Paris… that woman just happened to be my mother.”
“I was chosen because she was my wife. Just like you were chosen because you’re my son. It didn’t ‘just happen’, he set it up like that.”
“I don’t like it either, but it's the best way to ensure confrontation. He’s only trying to help Paris.”
“Can you be sure he has everyone’s best interest in mind?”
Adrien bit his lip. “I… I can’t honestly say yes, but one of you is considerably more dangerous than the other at the moment. If he ends up evil I’ll deal with that. For now, though, he’s my best option... so, I’m siding with him.”
“You’re siding with him over our family?”
Gabriel seemed to think of this as his trump card. His lips were drawn in a frown, of course, but Adrien could recognize the slight crinkle of his eyes that he had when he was satisfied. Adrien had only had the privilege of seeing the look a few times, when he had won the Best Smile award for the first time or when he modeled his work, and he’d used to be desperate to see it again.
Now that he had, his skin crawled.
He grit his teeth. “Please, we hardly counted as a family even before mom died. Only got worse from there.”
“I only wasn’t able to be with you because he constantly had me working against Emilie!”
"Blame it all on him if you want, maybe you’d even be right in some cases, but when he was gone and you continued to do it it became your fault.”
Gabriel was quiet for a long time.
And then he heaved a deep, long-suffering sigh. “I see. So, you know it’s me and you clearly aren’t with me on this… why not fight me and take my miraculous now?”
Adrien had actually considered the idea. Really, though, his father slept with an alarm on his door and windows and Adrien didn’t trust his sneaking abilities so much that he thought he could somehow nab it while the man was awake. And, if he tried to take it while his father was awake, they would fight. He knew he wasn’t a bad fighter, but he hadn’t seen Gabriel fight in years and going into a fight alone with no information should be avoided if at all possible.
But Adrien didn’t need his father to think that he was actively trying to bring him down. The less prepared the man was the better.
So, he pulled the sheepish smile he had learned for photoshoots to his face and gave a tiny shrug.
“It’s all selfish, really. Don’t really want to hurt you, would definitely lose my miraculous, everything would change with the only friends I’ve ever had… yeah, it would suck. It’s really in my best interest to keep this stuff going as long as possible.”
Was anything he said a lie? No. But Adrien knew what was important. He had priorities, and ‘Adrien Agreste’s feelings’ couldn’t be further down the list if it tried.
“Besides, it gives me more time to convince you to give up the miraculous hunt peacefully,” Adrien added quietly.
His father’s contemplative expression dropped into a cold one. “I will not be ‘convinced’.”
Adrien fought the urge to wince. The sheepishness in his smile slowly became more real. “Okay.”
Silence stretched between them.
Now, Adrien had lived with him -- no, lived AROUND him would probably be the better term -- for a long time, so he knew that this was the time to leave. His father was already angry, it was best not to risk making it worse by talking more… but if there was anything he’d learned during his time as a hero, it was that sometimes you had to do things that scared you.
“If I can’t reason with you, then how about a deal?”
“Well, they’re more DEMANDS than a deal, to be honest, but whatever.”
Gabriel’s eye twitched.
Adrien tried for a confident smile, it came out as more of a grimace.
“Demands? You’re not really in a good position to be making demands.”
“Oh? I guess I’ll just start inviting Chloe over more often, then. I hear she’s been missing me,” said Adrien. “Over the past few days, I’ve tried everything from texting to faxing to get around the ‘not able to directly tell people’ thing and it hasn’t worked… but that doesn’t mean I can’t show her some old photos of us. I’m sure she’d be especially interested in my baby photos, huh? Thanks for Mayblossom, showing her what I would’ve looked like as a normal kid with normal parents is going to raise a lot of questions about why I looked like THAT instead.”
“You’d have to tell her your identity for that!”
He shrugged. “I’d have to do that anyways. When everyone else catches on to you my civilian self will be called into question. Best to get ahead of it, don’t you think?”
Gabriel was looking a little pale behind his pounds of makeup.
“First things first: my friends stay alive. You’d think that would be obvious but since you have a track record of killing people you go up against… and you’ve killed all of us before at least once… I’m going to just put it out there that murdering them is bad.”
Gabriel wasn’t able to do much more than nod.
“Next, I want my mom’s old miraculous.”
“But --!”
“Don’t. I have no intention of using it, really, but I’d prefer not to beat you and only for you to come back the next day with the Peacock Miraculous. It’d just be a pain.”
Gabriel scowled.
Adrien smiled.
“If you didn’t want me to be so opportunistic, maybe you shouldn’t have raised me to be a businessman.”
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olivia-anderson-fanfic · a month ago
A Miraculous TikTok Account
Part 43
Sorry I’m a little late this chapter kicked my ass
When Chloe got to the akuma, she was surprised to find Carapace and Ladybug both there.
Of course, she wasn’t going to complain when she saw that Carapace had been turned into a baby. Look at him waddling around! His plate was as big as he was! She was going to cry!
Instead of crying, she noticed the black and red blur of Ladybug’s dress hiding on a rooftop and dropped down next to her.
Ladybug glanced over from where she was watching the battle for about half a second as an indication that she saw her before pulling her eyes back to what was going on. “Mayblossom. First hit makes you a baby, second does nothing. The akuma is probably in the sunglasses.”
Chloe nodded, watching Carapace run around with his plate up like a shield, trying to get the other babies to safety.
“Why weren’t you helping him?”
“Making sure I understood the akuma,” said Ladybug, tugging on the fingers of her gloves idly.
“Lie,” said Rena, who was standing next to them… apparently.
Ladybug shot her a glare. “Fine. I took pictures. Sue me.”
“If you don’t send them to me I will.”
“Me too, I want those pictures,” added Chloe.
“Don’t need to threaten me, I was going to send them to our group chat either way.”
The other two nodded and then they were watching the battle again.
Ladybug frowned. “Can’t risk all of us getting hit, it’ll make our attacks too weak.”
“We can try Op Wallflower?” Suggested Rena, head tilting to the side.
Chloe groaned a little. “Pathing?”
“I’ll do Dumbass In Danger,” offered Ladybug.
“He looks like he’s doing fine on his own,” Chloe said. Of course, what she really meant was ‘don’t you dare leave me to do Wallflower on my own’.
Ladybug clicked her tongue but nodded her agreement. Chloe didn’t know if this was because Carapace actually was doing okay (he had learned that, despite not being able to do much actual damage as a baby, he could still be a general nuisance; every time the akuma tried to move somewhere they would smack their arm or leg on a plate) or because she had asked her to, but she wasn’t going to complain.
With that, Rena disappeared.
Ladybug and Chloe jumped down to help Carapace annoy the akuma.
“Glad you finally decided to help out!” He yelled, blocking a kick with a plate.
“We were coming up with a strategy, thanks,” said Ladybug.
“Does taking pictures help with strategy?”
Chloe smirked. “Of course!”
Carapace scoffed.
“PAY ATTENTION TO ME!” Yelled the akuma.
“Sorry, who are you, again?” Said Chloe, smiling innocently at him.
Mayblossom somehow managed to look angry despite the fact that his face was hidden behind almost comically large sunglasses.
They became less comical when he started firing at her in earnest. Beams of bright light headed her way and she had to do a backhandspring to avoid them all. Was it her intention? Yes. Did it suck? Also yes.
Chloe jumped back to avoid the next attack, and nearly landed on a child. She had to quickly put her arm out behind her to avoid crushing them. Good news is she didn’t squash a baby, bad news is she broke her arm.
Then she almost stepped on a baby.
Then she had to catch a dog because there was a baby riding on it and she didn’t need children dying on her watch...
Alright, the civilians definitely had to go.
“Astral Protection!”
Carapace and Ladybug both glanced at each other before she hooked her yoyo around the toddler and tossed him at the nearest alley.
Unfortunately, Mayblossom chose this moment to attack her. Ladybug hissed a curse as she began to shrink.
Chloe had to remind herself that she had better things to do than coo over a newly baby-fied Ladybug and how she was drowning in her dress because of all the layers and --.
Something she couldn’t see hit her in the side of the head and she was pulled back to the fight. Kinda. She was also half thinking of how she was SO going to get Rena back for that later. But, at least, she was looking in Mayblossom’s direction.
Which would have been good if she’d done it a second earlier. As it were, she didn’t, so she was hit.
… Chloe was pretty sure she was shorter than she was supposed to be.
She looked up at the akuma standing over her and gave a tiny wave before unfurling her wings and taking off because she was NOT about to get punted by some guy wearing giant sunglasses like it was the 1960s again.
Chloe and Ladybug had it easier than the others would have. Their wings allowed them to fly around instead of hobbling around like the others would. Despite this, it wasn’t like they could do much damage. Hits from babies do little more than sting a little when you’re a normal human, when you have inhuman strength and stamina it barely even phases you. The most they could do was fly around his arms and legs to try and keep him more or less stationary. They avoided going for his face because he seemed to think them just vaguely annoying and they really didn’t want to get swatted when they were less than a meter tall.
She heard the crunch of boots behind her and a familiar voice chimed: “Sorry I’m late, ladies --... wait… babies? You’re actually children?”
“What else would we be?” Yelled Chloe as she dodged a stray foot.
“I don’t know! I thought it was just perspective or something!” Chat complained. “How was I supposed to --?”
Chat got zapped. This is why you don’t have banter during fights.
… anyways, back to the banter during fights.
“Dang, the paparazzi would love this if they knew who I was,” Chat commented lightly. He took to swatting at the akuma’s ankles and wrists to keep him from hitting the bugs.
(Did this just lead to HIM hitting them more often than not? Yes. But it’s the thought that counts… or something.)
“I’m loving it and I don’t know who you are,” said Chloe.
“Of course. I was a cute baby.”
Ladybug laughed a little. “Definitely. Should have been a model.”
Instead of smiling like they expected, Chat stopped cold for a few seconds. Unfortunate, because seconds are hours in Fight Time and he was kicked into a nearby car.
Yeah. Banter was DEFINITELY bad during fights.
Thankfully, they didn’t have to fight much longer. Mayblossom yelped and fell back, only to stop at an awkward angle. Rena slowly slipped into reality, anger flickering behind yellow eyes. She’d managed to pin his head firmly in place with one hand and his arms behind his back with the other and the pull seemed just a little more painful that was strictly necessary.
Ladybug fluttered down carefully and removed the glasses, snapping them in half. Two green plates appeared and squashed the akuma before it had even fully fluttered out.
“Took you long enough,” hissed Chloe.
Rena smirked. “Sorry, I was busy ‘coming up with a strategy’.”
Ladybug clicked her tongue. “Send us all the photos, will you?”
“Already have,” Rena promised.
She dropped the newly deakumatized Mayblossom, who just looked to be a generic dude in his fifties. Mid-life crisis, if the terrible dye job and ugly aviators meant anything. Ladybug was left to deal with him as the other three ran over to Chat.
He was physically fine, of course, all the effects of the akuma were wiping themselves away as always, but…
“Are you okay? You looked like you saw a ghost there.”
Chat looked up and cracked a half-grin. “Please, a ghost would be one of the tamer things we’ve seen.”
Carapace gave a tiny laugh, but Chloe could feel the anxiety rolling off of him in waves.
Chat bit his lip and shook his head. “Don’t worry about it, I’m a model in real life. It just spooked me a little, I guess.”
They all nodded their understanding. Chloe didn’t have a secret identity, she’d flubbed that first day, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t feel the anxiety of being found out secondhand when she handed Carapace a paper for school or asked Rena where she learned to cook so well.
They fell into awkward silence, eyes drifting to where Ladybug was politely telling the akuma victim that she didn’t need him to drive her home as she could fly.
Chloe shook her head slightly to get rid of the irritation buzzing under her skin and turned her attention back to Chat. “Seriously, you good? You took longer than usual to get here, too…”
Chat laughed a little and pushed himself to his feet.
“Yeah. Just a little bit of family problems making it hard to leave all the time. Don’t worry about it, I can handle it just fine.”
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olivia-anderson-fanfic · a month ago
A Miraculous TikTok Account
Part 42
Carapace was done with finals.
Had he done well? No. Had he passed? Yeah. And, really, isn’t that all that matters?
The other miraculous holders had celebrated with him. He’d been a little worried that they’d go overboard when he was already tired but, to his relief, It was a quiet affair. Ladybug had baked a cake, Rena had written the word ‘sufficient’ on top of it in frosting, Chloe had supplied wine, and Chat had commissioned a giant blanket that could fit over all of them. They’d all curled up on the couch with their cake and wine and played video games for hours.
Two days later, it was time to leave. They all had lives outside of heroism. The boys had to keep up appearances as just being normal college students, the girls had holidays to celebrate.
Ladybug and Chloe had left together. Apparently, Chloe’s house was on her way to work. If the other three miraculous holders doubted this, they didn’t say it.
Rena was next. She got picked up by her parents. Chat and Carapace pressed their faces to the wall and squeezed their eyes shut, determined not to break her trust. They didn’t turn around until they heard her family’s car pull out of the driveway and rumble down the street.
Carapace sighed and collapsed across his armchair, resting an arm over his eyes exhaustedly. Turns out refusing to move your neck at all for half an hour sucks.
“When are you heading out?” asked Chat.
He sighed. “I have about five minutes before I have to run across town to catch a train, why?”
“Just wondering.”
Carapace slowly let his arm fall away from his face, hanging limply over the back of the chair to look over. Chat had taken his normal place at the windowsill, watching the ceiling fan spin.
Chat had been acting odd recently, more lethargic than normal, but now he seemed almost anxious. He could practically see the irritated swish of his cat tail even if he wasn’t currently transformed.
His eyes briefly flit over to show he was listening before going back to the fan.
“If you need somewhere to stay for the break...” He hesitated. “My parents wouldn’t mind.”
Chat’s eyes widened. “What about our identities?”
Carapace shrugged. “I don’t mind. I trust you.”
That only seemed to make it worse. He worried his lip with his teeth, realized he was doing it, and then let go. There was silence as Chat considered the words.
And then he shook his head. “Can’t. If I don’t go home people will start asking questions.”
“Good. Maybe someone will finally start looking into your shitty family life --.”
Carapace winced.
Chat took a moment to calm himself before speaking again: “Listen... I know you’re just trying to help, and I appreciate it, but… it’s a lot more complicated than you think. You wouldn’t understand.”
“Then make me.”
He shook his head slightly and rested his head back against the window. “I can’t.”
Carapace opened his mouth to argue, but then saw the tense line of his friend’s shoulders. He sighed and let it go. “My offer is always there, okay?”
Chat relaxed just slightly. “Thank you.”
Nino had almost forgotten his name, it had been so long.
Okay, that’s an over exaggeration, but he really was having a tough time responding to it. Even though he’d only been home for a few days, he’d already missed his parents and brother calling for him a good ten times.
But this was probably the worst example of it.
He did. Just in time to get hit in the face with a leaf. How Marinette had managed to actually hit him with said leaf from two meters away was beyond him, but whatever. He sat up some on the picnic blanket to send her an affronted look.
“Ow! Leaves are pointy, y’know!”
She rolled her eyes and dropped down next to him with a basket of goods.
His ‘anger’ didn’t last long, a grin spreading across his face. “Oh, my darling, I haven’t seen you since I went off for war --!”
“-- ten years ago --!”
“Five months ago.”
“-- oh, how I’ve missed you!”
Her exasperated expression melted into a slight smile. “Yeah, yeah, I missed you, too.”
“Oh, Poppet, I didn’t see you there! I was talking to the food.”
Marinette clicked her tongue. “Hm. I’ll have you know that the food and I are a package deal. You want one of us, you get both of us.”
“Ah. I guess you’re alright, too, then.”
“I feel so loved.”
He grinned and started rifling through the picnic basket. He tried to reach past the Real Person Food to get to some of the good stuff, but Marinette snatched the basket from him before he could get a proper grip on anything.
He huffed. “What?”
“Have you had lunch yet?”
Nino sighed. “No, I was saving room.”
She rolled her eyes so hard they threatened to fall right out of her head. She reached into the basket and handed him a burger. “I’ve heard what you college students live off of, you’re getting food while I can make you eat it.”
He looked at the food warily. “Is it halal?”
“Vegetarian. Couldn’t remember whether burgers have pork in them and the man that took the order looked…” She tipped her head from side to side, considering what word to say. Eventually, she settled for honesty: “The guy that took the order was super white. Figured it was better not to ask in case he sabotaged it.”
Nino nodded, sighing in relief. “Thanks.”
“Please. Just because I don’t get how you’re still religious with the kwami stuff doesn’t mean I’m not gonna respect it,” she said, taking out a burger of her own and biting into it. Her nose scrunched. “Damn, vegetarian meals suck.”
“Weird texture,” he agreed lightly, laying back against the blanket and biting into it.
She laid back until her head rested on his chest. They talked idly for a few minutes. He asked if she made any new friends, she evaded the question with a laugh and asked if he was trying to be her dad. Then she turned the subject onto him and he segued into talking about the assholes at his school who never pitched in on group projects. She threatened murder (he was pretty sure she was joking, but not completely) and he told her that she needed to save her one shot at murder for Gabriel Agreste.
She was in the middle of shit talking Gabriel’s fashion sense (“-- insisting on the stupid cane even though the black and purple doesn’t match the fucking peppermint color scheme he’s continuing to use for SOME FUCKING REASON --”) when their phones had both chimed at the same time.
Confused expressions passed over their faces until they pulled out their phones and clicked on the video TikTok had sent them to look at.
Rena’s account had uploaded. (They’d all stocked content up so they could leave without anyone thinking they had stopped being friends.)
The video was short. Rena had run up to Ladybug.
Ladybug warily looked up from her sketchbook. “Yeah?”
“Fuck, marry, kill: the big three Paris sweethearts.”
“... Chloe, Adrien, and Kagami, right?”
Rena must have been nodding pretty vigorously, because even the phone in her hands bobbed a little.
Ladybug glanced around. Chloe, who had been idly scrolling through her phone, was now listening intently. Chat had looked up from his video game -- and was, somehow, still winning.
Then, slowly, a smirk spread across Ladybug’s face. “Well, obviously, I kill Chloe --.”
She didn’t get much further than that before she was tackled to the floor by a blur of yellow.
There was a cut, presumably only a little later, to where Chloe had pinned a laughing Ladybug down. The camera panned a little to show that Chloe had managed to find a weak spot: Ladybug was ticklish on her neck.
After a bit of pleading for help from a thoroughly unhelpful Rena and Chat, she gave in with a yell of:
The camera zoomed in on Chloe’s victorious, if slightly flushed, face for a second before the video ended.
Marinette smiled fondly and Nino was quick to laugh at her, as all true friends do.
“You’re so whipped.”
“Shut up. It’s not what you think.”
“Oh? Because it looks like you’re super gay for Ladybug.”
She clicked her tongue, her face bright red beneath her freckles. And then she mumbled something too quietly for him to hear.
He smirked and leaned closer, cupping his ear. “Oh? I didn’t hear you, could you repeat that?”
“I SAID… I actually like Chloe.”
Okay Google, how do you tell your friend that, while you CAN get them in contact with their crush, they’re totally whipped for your ex-crush?
Easy! You don’t.
He snickered. “I think you might have a type, Poppet.”
“Shut up.”
He did, in fact, shut up about it. Not because he wanted to, mind you, but because a person chose that exact moment to run past them, screaming.
There was a moment where they and the few other park goers watched him run past… and then there was a collective shrug. Marinette reached into the basket for a donut.
They probably didn’t have much to fear. In Hawkmoth’s determination to tire out the miraculous holders -- Nino theorized so they wouldn’t have much time or energy to figure out his identity -- he had started dropping his standards. Akumas had been pretty easy for the past few days.
So, Nino followed Marinette’s lead by pulling out a croissant. He was on break today to hang out with a friend, he’d told the others such, and since the guy was running on land he didn’t have many concerns that it was a water akuma. He was going to relax...
He felt it before he saw it, and he instantly reacted. He pushed Marinette out of the way and winced when the beam of white light managed to graze his hand.
For a moment, Nino allowed himself to hope, stupidly, that it would be fine…
And then he started shrinking.
He buried his face into Marinette’s neck as she sprinted through the streets, carrying a baby-fied Nino.
“Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck --,” she murmured as she weaved around attacks. Many of them missed her by centimeters and, really, she should have been hit by now but Nino wasn’t going to complain. He didn’t think getting hit twice would have been good for his health, since the first hit managed to take about 15 years off his life and he only had 3 left.
She took a sharp turn into an alley, tucked him into a hidden inner pocket of her coat, and then climbed on top of a closed dumpster to get to the safety of the roof.
She collapsed to her knees here, panting heavily.
It was only with a lot of insistent pulling on her shirt that she remembered that he existed and pulled him out of her pocket.
“What the hell is up with your coat? It’s SO warm.”
Marinette puffed out something that might have been a laugh or just another pant. “Yeah, it’s a coat.”
“No, it’s, like, WEIRDLY warm.”
She rolled her eyes. “Relax. I did some modifications because I get cold easily.”
Nino nodded slightly and let himself flop back onto the cold concrete of the roof. His pudgy little baby legs were NOT happy to be used so much.
Marinette beamed as she looked down at him. “It’s been forever since you’ve been so wittle,” she cooed, reaching out to pinch his cheeks.
He batted her hands away, a scowl screwing up his otherwise smooth face. “Stop being such a dick.”
“Language, young man!” She teased.
“Don’t you have cute miraculous holders to stalk?”
“It’s not --!” She huffed. “Whatever. Yeah. Meet me back at the park?”
She bumped her fist with his as a form of sealing the deal -- he chose to ignore the way she squealed a little when she did it -- and then she was hopping back down to go watch the miraculous holders in action.
He pushed himself to his feet and, with a mumble of “Wayzz, shell on!”, he transformed.
He looked down at himself. He was still a baby.
“You’ve got to be fucking kidding me.”
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olivia-anderson-fanfic · a month ago
A Miraculous TikTok Account
Part 41
I'm back to say I won't be back fully until like the 15-17th because finals but I'm doing better mentally so :D
Listen, were they aware that they were manipulating their audience by doing this? Sure. Did they care? Eh.
It was easy to gather stuff about them acting like their animals. They all filmed pretty consistently because of their accounts and a lot of footage was unused either due to procrastination or just not having enough to warrant a whole video about it. They all sent what they had to Carapace, who compiled them into neat videos before sending that to Rena.
Next, they filmed all the stuff about their physical traits in one day. They didn’t know how long it would take for them to get the specific comment they were going to be looking for, and it was almost winter break and they wouldn’t have an excuse to keep Carapace around anymore, so it was best to be prepared.
(They’d originally thought about making a fake account and just commenting themselves, but they really didn’t want to get caught for it, so…)
Rena uploaded the first video to her account.
It was short and simple.
The person holding the camera pointed it at Ladybug and Chat, who were on the sofa. Chat was laying on top of her, face in her neck and arms wrapped around her like she was a body pillow. Ladybug, for her part, didn’t seem all that upset that he had fallen asleep on top of her. In fact, she had a lazy smile as she colored something in her sketchbook.
“Looks like Ladybug and Chat are officially getting along!” Said Rena.
Ladybug’s blushed and her eyes shot to her. “We --? No. He just fell asleep on top of me, you know how he is.”
“But how did he get on top of you in the first place?”
Ladybug hesitated. “Well… you see…”
Chat chose this moment to yawn and nuzzle closer to her. Ladybug’s annoyance melted into a slight smile and she ran her fingers through his hair.
“Awwwww,” cooed Rena.
“Wait, no! Fuck you! This means nothing!”
Rena didn’t answer outside of a laugh. The video ended.
Now, it was a waiting game.
Carapace was mostly exempted from monitoring the comments because he had finals to study for. Everyone else, however, had no excuse.
There were a lot of people talking about LadyNoir being ‘canon’, which clearly didn’t sit right with Chat and Ladybug. They kept shifting uncomfortably in their spots. Ladybug was full-on shaking her head when she saw those kinds of comments and Chat, while better at hiding his discomfort, was frowning deeply.
“It’s like they forget we’re real people,” muttered Ladybug after a while. “What if I just… respond saying we aren’t dating... do you think that’ll work?”
“Considering the video you’d be commenting that on is you acting like you don’t like me at all while also cuddling with me… I’m going to have to say they won’t believe it, M’lady.”
“You’re ri -- what’d you just call me?”
Chat grinned. “M’lady. ‘Cause you’re a LADYbug.”
Ladybug opened her mouth, closed it, opened it again, then clicked her tongue.
“You’re not allowed to hang out with Carapace anymore.”
“Wh --?”
“You had a perfectly okay sense of humor. He’s infected you with his puns.”
Rena had exactly zero clue if Ladybug was being serious.
She assumed yes, though, because when Chat responded with “Well, puns are pretty PUNny --!” she had grabbed the nearest pillow and stomped up the stairs. To hit Carapace, they figured, because he yelled in surprise only a few seconds later.
It took a week before they got the comment they wanted.
“Ladybug acts more like a cat than Chat does”
Of course, they couldn’t immediately answer it. Rena liked the comment with a silent promise to come back to it in a day or two.
A day passed, and Rena’s account got a new video.
It started with Rena pointing at the comment. There was no sound for this bit, but it was clear from the absolute glee lighting up her face that she found it amusing.
There was a clip of Chat sleeping in a box of fabrics. A slightly distressed Ladybug was tugging at one of the fabrics underneath him.
Next was a smiling Chloe carefully setting a cucumber on the counter behind him while he waited for something in the microwave. Only a few seconds later it beeped and, chicken nuggets in hand, he turned around… only to screech at the sight of the cucumber and jerk away. There was a bit of shaky cam and the sound of a plate breaking, but no one got to see the aftermath because the video chose that moment to cut to the next scene.
For the next clip, the room was dark. Chat was shining a flashlight under his face as he tried to tell a scary story.
“-- finds her boyfriend still not there. She gets out to check and --.”
What happened, they never knew, because suddenly Carapace screeched and fell back. The camera shot to him and he pointed at Chat’s eyes. The camera panned slowly, as if the person holding it was confused, and then jerked to point at Chat’s eyes. The pupils were little more than slits of black against his green irises. The other miraculous holders joined Carapace’s screams, including Chat’s very confused yelling.
The final clip was just Chat stretching. Was there technically anything weird going on? Eh. The way he bent himself like a pretzel was decidedly not natural, as far as the other miraculous holders were concerned, so they counted it.
It didn’t take long for the comments they needed to roll in, begging to know how the other miraculous holders were like their animals. The housemates shared smirks. The internet was so predictable sometimes.
Next up was Carapace.
The first clip had all the women present.
“Who knows, today could be different,” said Chloe with false optimism. She must have gotten some incredulous looks, because she laughed and added, “It won't, but it could be.”
Ladybug held a mug of coffee to her lips, eyes heavy from lack of sleep. “I’m betting on three minutes.”
“No way, he hardly ever manages less than four,” said Chloe with a shake of her head.
“Five,” said Rena.
Just as she said that, an alarm blared at them. Carapace had an iPhone, so it was a particularly grating sound. The camera shook slightly and Chloe took it off Rena’s hands so she could cover her ears.
Time sped up and Carapace slowly slipped out of bed and started the long shuffle across his room to turn off his alarm. A tiny clock kept the time for them, and it wasn’t until it hit three minutes and fourteen seconds that Carapace finally managed to click the snooze button.
Confetti lit up the screen, declaring Ladybug the winner and Carapace the loser.
The next cut was Carapace sitting very still on a rock. One would assume he was meditating, but as Rena approached and his snoring became audible it became clear he was just sunning himself like a reptile.
Next was legitimately just Rena bullying him. It showed a picture of his profile and then slowly melded it into a picture of a turtle. The nose had been centered on, morphing into the turtle’s beak. Ah, friendship.
The final clip was short. Rena and Chloe were arguing.
“Discowing was a fucking ICONIC look, you’re just straight!” Said Rena.
“First of all, how DARE you assume I’m straight --.”
An exhausted Carapace looked at the camera for a moment before he just shook his head and started retreating into his hoodie.
Next was Chloe.
The first was a video of Chat holding Chloe back. They were both wearing their superhero suits, and if one looked very closely they could see the faint purple smudge on the staff Chat was currently using to hold Chloe back. Her wings fluttered rapidly despite her not flying, creating a high buzzing sound that made Chat and Rena’s hair stand on end. Unfortunately, there was no Ladybug around to take over for them.
“Let me at her --!”
“He’s handling it,” Chat tried to soothe her.
“I’ll kill that --!”
“Not a good idea --.”
They continued to argue as the camera panned to where Carapace was awkwardly nodding as a group of college girls talked to him. Innocent at first glance, but it became increasingly clear from the tenseness in his shoulders that, whatever they were saying, he wasn’t a fan. He forced a puff of laughter at something they said and took a step back to avoid a hand reaching for his arm.
The video cut right when Chloe got past Chat’s hold.
The next clip was of Chloe and Ladybug relaxing by the sink. Ladybug smiled and held up a small bowl of hair dye.
“Last chance, Chlo. I mean, the black streak is pretty cute if you want to keep it.”
Chloe, for the first time in her life, stuttered and mumbled something about how she had changed her mind.
Ladybug, apparently happy to not be the flustered one for once, beamed. “I mean, you look cute either way, but I think it’s kinda cool that your hair does that, y’know? Reminds me of a bee.”
Chat laughed a little and the camera turned to his smirking face for a second before it changed scenes.
The camera crept around the corner to show Chloe sitting on her bed, talking to… some bees?
“-- was like: ‘Oh, no, Chloe, you can be the understudy.’ Like, seriously? ME? The UNDERSTUDY?”
The bees in front of her flew into a frowny face formation.
“What the fuck?” Said Rena, and the video ended when Chloe’s eyes flicked to her.
Ladybug was the last one to show up on Rena’s account.
The first clip of her was her sitting, bundled in many blankets with a cup of hot cocoa in hand. The video panned slowly to show it was 16 degrees Celsius (60 for Fahrenheit users).
As if in direct contrast to the first video, the next clip showed her with far less clothes on. She wore an off-the-shoulder tee and leggings. Rena had caught her right after a workout. She glistened (read: she was sweating) as she leaned against the wall, drinking a suspicious red and black liquid.
“Ladybug, look up, it's for the simps.”
Ladybug’s skin flared bright red. The dark freckles that dotted almost every inch of her looked like ladybug spots, especially when she was blushing like that.
The next cut had everyone sitting around a table.
“What do ladybugs do?” Asked Rena, who sounded genuinely stumped.
There was a long silence before Chloe snapped her fingers. “They eat aphids.”
They all looked at her blankly.
“They eat tiny bugs that harm plants.”
“... so, she eats bugs?”
There was a collective shrug.
After a few seconds of shaky cam as they ran, they had made it to Ladybug’s room. Ladybug looked up from where she was scrolling through her phone, giving her slightly out of breath friends a confused look.
“Hey, Ladybug, do you eat bugs?” Said Chloe, who had no tact whatsoever.
Ladybug clicked her tongue and held up her coffee mug. “Is that supposed to be a joke? Everyone eats bugs.”
There was a long silence before Carapace broke it to her: “No, no we don’t.”
“Yeah, you do. Unless you want to tell me you don’t drink coffee or fruit juice. Or eat berries, or mushrooms, or pasta, or --.”
Somehow, everyone ran away faster from the truth than they had run to learn it.
The last clip was… an odd one.
It started similar to Chloe’s last clip, with her talking to a couple of beetles on the ground.
“-- TOLD you, Becca, that you guys aren’t allowed! Do you pay rent? No! Then get out! You’re freaking everyone out!”
“I thought you were kidding,” said Chat quietly.
Carapace sighed. “I honestly can’t tell if she can actually talk to them or if she’s just messing with us or sleep-deprived or --?”
Ladybug’s face darkened suddenly and Carapace cut himself off. She fixed her eyes on the largest of the gathered beetles. “Who?”
There was a short silence before she turned to the other miraculous holders.
“Hey, what’s this about you guys breaking a table?”
The three perpetrators tensed up.
“She’s definitely hallucinating. Sleep-deprived,” said Rena.
Chat and Chloe nodded their agreement.
Unfortunately for them, Carapace had started to pull the tablecloth up. It was every man for himself as the three bolted to escape the Dad Friend Disappointment.
The video ended.
And that was the last of the videos on Rena’s account…
Of course, that wasn’t the last video about their side effects uploaded. Chloe’s account put something up within the hour.
The first part of the video was just Chloe following after Rena. This confused the watchers for a few seconds, but then yellow text pointed out that Rena’s footsteps made zero sound at all. Now that they were paying attention, they could only hear one set of footsteps as the two of them made their way through the house.
Next was clips of Rena apparently materializing out of nowhere to join conversations. It started out with heavy flinches -- and even a few chokeholds and a judo flip -- from other miraculous holders at the beginning of their time together and then slowly progressed to little more than blinks and vague glances in her direction.
And then there was a picture of Rena’s newest toothbrush, shredded and in the trash can. Yellow text across the screen said ‘RIP 7th December - 11th December’. Then there was a picture of Rena’s teeth, yellow lines slowly tracing the sharp edges to show just how oddly shaped they really were.
And then, finally, there was just a clip of Rena’s room. It was even worse than usual. Knick knacks and documents scattered about with little room to even step. It seemed practically unlivable, but…
“Rena?” Carapace said from behind the camera.
There was a groan from somewhere in the mess.
“We gotta do something about your hoarding problem,” he told her. “You have half my room, by next year we won't even have a house.”
She groaned again.
He laughed a little and then leaned down to start picking up some stuff. “Right, so we can probably get rid of a few of the papers --.”
There was a flash of orange and he was tackled by a very angry Rena. There was a yelp of surprise and the phone slid away. The camera was black for a few seconds, pressed against the floor, and all that could be heard was their screams until the video cut out unceremoniously.
Rena grinned as she laid across the top of the couch, head tipped back to rest on top of Chloe’s.
“Right... so, now… we wait,” said Chloe as she sent out the last video.
“How upset do you think he’ll be?” Questioned Chat from his spot in the window.
“Hopefully upset enough to make a mistake,” said Ladybug. She yawned and brought her coffee to her lips.
(Rena’s mind, unfortunately, reminded her that there were probably bugs in there and she had to suppress a shudder. That added a whole new, slightly horrifying layer to Ladybug’s addiction and she did NOT like thinking about it.)
“It’s only gonna work if he doesn’t realize that we’re trying to get a rise out of him,” Carapace reminded them with a sigh.
Chloe stretched lazily, displacing Rena a little. “Well, even if it doesn’t work, at least Master Fu can’t complain that we don’t put any effort into our videos anymore.”
They all hummed their agreement.
… so, maybe, they might have made some mistakes. Akumas were suddenly a lot more common. Sure, they weren’t insanely strong most of the time, but Hawkmoth was really pushing the limits of his powers and they were exhausted. It didn’t help that it was finals season which meant people were constantly stressed out and akumatizable...
At least they had a break coming up in just a few days. The holidays were the light at the end of the tunnel. Holidays tended to have fewer akumas.
Rena closed her eyes. Hopefully, they hadn’t messed up their break by pissing Hawkmoth off.
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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 2 months ago
A Miraculous TikTok Account
Part 40
Hey so I almost died multiple times yesterday so like... I'm taking an indefinite break
People who have been reading my stuff for a while know how bad I am at breaks
Ladybug was working on a sketch for a commission for Chloe... while Chloe was next to her. Not her smartest idea, to be honest. Still, Chloe had never shown a real interest in her work outside of maybe a glance over to see how long she had left before she was done.
“Cute,” said Chloe quietly.
Ladybug blinked and looked over, pulling her earbud out of her ear. “Sorry?”
Chloe’s face reddened and she cleared her throat. “I -- the outfit. It looks like it’s going to be cute.”
She looked back down at what she was working on and mentally cursed out the fact that she was going to need to make something new. Especially because she even had confirmation the outfit would have worked. Fuck.
Rena laughed a little and both of the women looked up at her. Ladybug looked confused, Chloe blushed harder (which only made Ladybug more confused).
“Noooothing,” said Rena, which was incredibly suspicious but it wasn’t like she could just force the answer out of her.
Didn’t mean Ladybug wasn’t going to try.
Or, at least, she would have if Chat hadn’t chosen that moment to trudge in and flop across Chloe and Ladybug’s laps with a quiet ‘oof’.
Chloe frowned and started carding her fingers through his hair, and the women in the room all exchanged worried looks.
Chat had been acting weird the past few days, craving ungodly amounts of sleep and affection… or, at least, it was worse than usual. The entire house agreed it was probably some kind of depression. Situational, since Rena said it had shown up very suddenly. (Though, winter was coming up, so it might have been seasonal depression, too. No one had been close enough to him the previous year to know for sure.) They wanted to ask about it, but he hadn’t offered up any information and usually pressuring people into talking about their feelings before they’re ready is a bad idea.
She shook her head slightly, reaching down with one hand to rub circles in his back and started coloring the outfit. Chloe would probably get suspicious if she suddenly changed the page after she told her it was a cute outfit, and she wasn’t going to risk needing to design a third one.
It was mostly quiet for a while. Ladybug was working, and everyone knew to keep it down when that was happening.
The silence was broken by Carapace coming from the kitchen with an irritated look on his face.
“Hey, so, I have a question --.”
“Since you’re coming out of the kitchen, can you bring the coffee pot in here?” Said Ladybug without looking up.
There was a beat before Carapace, probably more out of confusion than a genuine desire to do it, turned around to get it for her.
Everyone gave her incredulous looks and she only shrugged. “I’ve been out since just before Chat made it so I couldn’t get up.”
Chat frowned. “Sorry --.”
She waved him off absently. “You’re fine. I don’t mind, but I DO want coffee…”
Carapace came back with a coffee pot and she beamed as he poured both of them some.
He nodded and then turned to everyone else in the room. “Alright. Who keeps asking for toothbrushes?”
There was a confused beat before Rena awkwardly raised her hand. “It’s me.”
“Do I even want to know what you’re hoarding them for?”
Rena crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m not hoarding them, I keep shredding mine.”
Ladybug slowly pulled her second earbud out of her ear, because surely she hadn’t ACTUALLY said that. “You… you’re shredding you’re toothbrushes?”
“... yeah.”
“... dude, how hard are you brushing your teeth?”
Rena shrugged, sinking back into her spot on the couch like she wanted to disappear. “I don’t know, I haven’t changed the way I brush my teeth or anything, it’s just…” She smiled awkwardly. “I don’t know. For some reason my toothbrushes keep shredding themselves.”
There was a few seconds of everyone staring at her before Chloe made a quiet ‘huh’ sound and pulled out her phone. She typed something and then showed everyone her screen. It was pulled up on a smiling picture of Rena.
“What’re we supposed to be looking at?” Said Chat after a moment.
“Look at her teeth.”
They did, and it only confused everyone more because…
“Yeah… they’re teeth,” said Carapace slowly.
“Okay. Now, Rena, smile for us.”
Rena looked just as confused as everyone else before she pulled an awkward smile to her face. Everyone shot Chloe a look like they thought she was going insane but they did look over. And then their eyes widened. Because Rena’s teeth were unnaturally sharp.
“... wild,” said Carapace before taking a sip of his coffee. “Right, I’m heading to the store, I guess.”
“Wait,” said Ladybug. “We should check to see if all miraculi have physical effects or if it’s just hers.”
Rena looked at the picture and then, presumably, pulled up the camera app to look at her teeth. She frowned a little and brought a hand to her lips. “You mean you guys didn’t notice?”
“Well, it was probably gradual,” said Ladybug with a frown. “Or maybe we just assumed we were changing with age.”
They all squinted at each other, trying to see if they recognized any oddities. If anyone besides Rena had anything weird about them it wasn’t plainly obvious.
“I guess we should all check family photo albums?” Suggested Carapace after a moment.
Chloe winced. “I don’t… have… any family photo albums.”
Everyone frowned. They knew about Chat’s parent(s) being terrible, it was obvious in the way he was, but Chloe had always felt more or less adjusted. Any problems were usually brushed off as her being Parisian, but…
Ladybug reached over and squeezed her hand a tiny bit. “I’m sorry.”
“It’s fine.”
“Maybe there’s some pictures of you in the papers?” Offered Chat after a moment’s pause.
Chloe considered it and then nodded. “There’s gotta be stuff from when I just became Queen Bee.”
Carapace hesitated. “And you, Chat, do you have pictures?”
“No family pictures I can get my hands on, but I’m in a few magazines so I could check those.”
The three non-rich kids were more than a little concerned and about ten seconds away from grabbing their friends and dragging them into their families, but they weren’t given much chance because the rich kids were already heading up to their rooms to go check things. Carapace and Ladybug exchanged tiny frowns before walking to check their own pictures.
Ladybug hummed lightly as she looked for old pictures of herself and she smiled at the pictures of her old class. They’d all kind of grown apart since the end of school, but she still couldn’t help but feel a rush of warmth at the sight of them as kids.
She shook the thoughts away and walked to the nearest mirror. She peeled off her mask, nose scrunching up at the little pieces of sticky residue that she hated even if she should have been used to it by now.
Great. She pinned up the picture and flicked her eyes between her current face and the one she’d used to have.
Oh. She was stupid.
She ran her fingers over the tiny spots on her face that she’d thought were just sun freckles… she HAD been out in the sun a lot more once she’d started being a hero... but, now that she was thinking about it, the freckles were all under her mask or on her shoulders where they shouldn’t have been affected by the sun at all. Also, no one in her family had sun freckles and now that she was thinking about it she was 99% sure they were genetic. She would have banged her head against the mirror if it wouldn’t have hurt like hell and probably cut her.
She reapplied her mask and changed into an off-the-shoulder shirt so she could show them some of the freckles, then headed down.
She was the first one done, so she sipped at her coffee and began working on another design for Chloe. It would have to have the same base, because Chloe had already been fitted for the dress size and type and, again, she wasn’t stupid… but it had to be different in design. Maybe she could add some length to the dress so it could trail behind Chloe? That was definitely something she’d like…
Ladybug glanced up when she heard Chat enter the room and lifted her sketchbook a little so he could lay across her lap with ease. She rested her sketchbook down on his stomach and then started sketching.
“So, did you find anything?”
He nodded. “My pupils are shaped like a cat’s.”
“It’s more obvious in bright light but yeah.” She must have looked skeptical because he lifted his head slightly to look her in the eyes. Now that she was paying attention, she could kind of see it. His pupils were oddly oblong. It didn’t exactly look BAD, necessarily, just different. “You find anything?”
“Turns out my sun freckles are a little less sun-based than I thought.”
He nodded slightly and that was the end of the conversation.
Or, at least, until Chloe came down. “It’s my hair. It has the black streaks in it that it has on my costume.”
“I thought you dyed it to match,” mused Ladybug absently.
“Nope, too much effort. I kinda miss my all-blonde hair, though. Wanna dye it with me?”
“Like… do I want to sit with you while you dye your hair, help you dye it, or dye my hair at the same time as you?”
Chloe shrugged. “I was just asking you to help me dye it, but if you want you can dye yours, too, I can help you.”
Ladybug smiled and shook her head. “No thanks, I like my hair.”
“How is it blue?” Said Chat quietly.
Ladybug shrugged. “Don’t know. Some kinda genetic mutation in my family, I think. My mom has blue hair, too.”
“I want a cool genetic mutation,” joked Chloe.
“Pretty sure blue eyes technically count as a genetic mutation,” said Rena. Everyone jumped slightly but they were mostly used to Rena just appearing places.
“Wait, what?” Said Chloe.
“Yeah, I read something about how everyone with blue eyes has one common ancestor so it was probably just a random genetic mutation that happened to stick.”
There was a beat of confused silence that Carapace broke by coming downstairs.
“I don’t know for sure, but it might be my nose. Mine doesn’t match anyone in my family and it kinda looks like Fu’s.”
There was a silence as this all sunk in.
Their miraculi had given them all new physical attributes, but there wasn’t consistency in which body part it changed. And it wasn’t like it would be easy to find pictures of Hawkmoth thirty years ago, they didn’t think. Even if they could, it wasn’t like most things couldn’t be attributed to age…
Carapace flopped across the armchair and heaved a deep sigh. “So… what now?”
“I don’t think we can do much about finding him, but we CAN broadcast that we know miraculi have physical side effects now.”
Chloe frowned. “Why would we do that?”
“Hope he panics and messes up,” said Carapace simply.
Ladybug blinked and then nodded. Hawkmoth had taken drastic actions when he’d found out they were even trying to look for him, what kind of drastic actions would he go to if he thought they might actually have a chance?
“Okay, so someone uploads something to TikTok -- Rena, probably, it makes most sense for her -- and we hope people send stuff in?” Chat said, sitting up in Ladybug’s lap (much to her distress because she had been absently doodling in her sketchbook).
Carapace shook his head. “No, people can lie. Hawkmoth could use whatever fake account he has to lie, too. Besides, giving the civvies too much hope would be… bad if we end up not delivering.”
There were a few moments as everyone tried to think of a way that they could hint at what they knew in a way that was subtle enough that most civvies wouldn’t think twice about it but obvious enough that Hawkmoth would figure it out.
Rena raised her hand. “I have an idea.”
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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 2 months ago
A Miraculous TikTok Account
Part 39
As always when he was alone, Chat was bored.
Carapace was at the school library preparing for finals. Ladybug had gone off to work. Chloe was at a dress fitting for an upcoming Gala.
So, when he got a text, he scrambled to pick it up.
Foxyou: Hey I need help with something can you come over
Kittychat: Sure! :D
He rolled out of bed and walked across the hall to her room.
Or, at least, he tried to do that. His path was a little obstructed by pile after pile of paper.
Ooooookay, he thought, a little weird but whatever.
He managed to not disturb the papers too much as he slipped through the door, only to find that the papers in the hall were just the symptom of the disease that had plagued Rena’s room. Her usual knick knacks and trinkets were piled on one shelf haphazardly to make room for the millions of stacks of papers. Most of the stacks were leaning precariously, a couple had already fallen and scattered across the floor.
Wait, where was Rena in all this? He squinted around anxiously, wondering if there was some kind of akuma hellbent on just being an inconvenience, and eventually found her huddled under her desk and shifting through a stack in her lap with an orange highlighter.
“I see what you need help with,” he said. “I’ll help clear up the stuff outside so we can have a proper escape route --.”
“What? No. I need them still.”
He stared at her in confused silence.
She shrugged. “I’m going through every record of every known person in Paris looking for people that might be the right height.”
He looked around and picked up the nearest file. It was on a random college student. He frowned. “Uh… that’s kinda messed up, Rena. People need their privacy.”
“It’ll be fine. I’m only looking at height right now, anyways.”
He looked closer at the file and saw that the height of the person, 180 centimeters, had been crossed out.
“Oh. I guess that’s… better?” He said slowly, setting it back down. Part of him wanted to know how she got all this stuff, but most of him desperately DIDN’T want to know so he ignored the question in favor of another one: “So, what do you need?”
“Just help me go through everything looking for people that’re the right height. Should be about six of them, apparently.”
He nodded with a frown. “And if he’s here illegally?”
“Then we suffer, I guess,” she said with a shrug.
“Oh, great,” he said sarcastically. He moved some papers off of the bed and took a seat, then realized he didn’t really know where to start, or even how tall Hawkmoth was. He vaguely remembered thinking ‘tall’ the last time he’d seen Hawkmoth, but that wasn’t necessarily helpful.
“Uh… how tall is he, again?”
“About 220 centimeters, give or take about five,” she said with a vague wave of her hand.
He tried to visualize the height because holy crap. Adrien was already considered kind of tall, at 190 centimeters, but a person like that could still tower over him. Kind of like…
He bit his lip and shook his head slightly, trying to push the thought from his head. Really, he didn’t know his father’s height for sure.
But, unfortunately, he found that he absolutely had to know.
He started sifting through papers in search of his father’s. He could feel Rena looking at him, could see the way her head was tilted slightly in confusion and curiosity and maybe even suspicion out of the corner of his eyes, but she could hardly pay attention to that.
A… Ag… Agr…
Gabriel Agreste.
He scanned around until he found the height.
218 centimeters.
One was an accident. When it had just been his room that was untouched, he could tell himself that it wasn’t meant to be like that, that Hawkmoth had simply run out of time or forgotten the room somehow. It was odd, but could well be a red herring.
Two was a coincidence. The stuff Master Fu had told them was purely coincidental. Sure, the timelines matched up and he apparently knew Hawkmoth, but really that wasn’t nearly enough for him to say for certain that it was his father.
But three… three was a pattern.
It was funny, he supposed. It felt wrong that it was something so small that confirmed that his father was pretty much 100% Hawkmoth when there had been bigger clues. It was stupid and completely random. Why was that, of all things, it?
… yeah. This was funny. The entire situation was hilarious.
He could laugh. That’s why he was shaking, actually, he was holding back laughter.
“Chat,” called Rena.
He looked up. “Rena,” he responded.
“You alright?”
He hesitated.
Part of him wanted to be quiet about it. Play it off as a mere curiosity and put an X over Gabriel to say it wasn’t him. That was his father, for better or for worse…
He shrugged and smiled and fought the urge to crumple the paper in his hand. “Yeah. I just remembered that Gabriel Agreste was super tall and evil and wanted to see if he was a candidate.”
Rena laughed. “Wow, the Gabriel Agreste Hate Club is growing by the day. Maybe I’ll join.”
“Then we’d have all five of us,” he said. “No one would go save him. The world would be better for it, but our reputations would probably take a nosedive.”
“Ah. I see. I guess I’ll have to remain neutral, then.”
“It’s probably for the best,” he agreed. “Marker?”
She tossed him a green highlighter and he caught it with ease before looking down at the paper in front of him.
Time. He needed time to think.
He mimed marking something on the paper and then set it down beside him in favor of the next one on the stack.
He got into a rhythm quickly. He usually hated rhythms, they were dull and the monotony was both all-consuming and far too little stimulation at the same time.
But, at that moment, it was exactly what he needed. He scanned over page after page, marking X after X, and let his mind wander.
Why? Unfortunately, he knew why… or, at least, he had a theory that made sense.
His father was trying to bring his mother back from the dead. In order to do that he needed the cat and ladybug miraculi. Akumas picked up until Chat wasn’t able to do it alone and the ladybug miraculous had been forced to make an appearance.
Hawkmoth had both of the miraculi that he needed out in the field, now it was just a matter of getting it. He’d asked for his ring multiple times after Ladybug had appeared. He didn’t want to fight his kid, or maybe he didn’t want to go through the effort, and having the inexperienced hero on her own would make it easier to get her miraculous as well.
Then… then, when Chat had refused, he had given up on it. Chat spent years fighting for his life against akumas that he had created. He could have died at any point -- he HAD died a few times. All so his father could get his hands on his miraculous. Did his dad even care? Probably not. He’d continued to do it. His mother’s death mattered to him but not his, apparently.
Had Gabriel ever really cared for him?
He thought so. Those smiles that he’d gotten when he did particularly well during a media conference, the hugs he’d give him when he finished grades ahead of schedule, the whispered praises when he got awards… those were real, right? Sure, Chat had often felt like he’d had to earn the affections, but that didn’t mean that they were fake, right? He just had to be good.
He tried so hard, he’d done so much to try and be the perfect son. Was that not enough? Was he not good enough?
Why wasn’t he enough?
“Chat?” Said Rena, pulling him out of his thoughts once again.
She had transformed at some point. He could see a black and purple blot on the end of her flute.
“Seriously, are you okay?”
He looked up at her earnest face.
“Sorry, spaced a bit but I’m fine. This kind of stuff can get… tiresome.”
She didn’t look the least bit convinced, but she nodded and pressed a kiss to the top of his head. “Alright. Do a little more for me while I do some cooking?”
“... sure,” he said quietly.
“Got anything you like?”
His eyes went wide. “You don’t have to --.”
“Did I say I had to? No. Now, what do you want?”
He looked at her for a few moments before looking down. “I like steak…”
“Rich people,” she said with no real bite in her tone. “What do you want? You seem like a medium-rare kinda guy.”
“How’d you know?”
She winked. “Told you, you seem like a medium-rare kinda guy.”
He narrowed his eyes at her.
“Also, almost everyone likes some kind of medium. Since you have a lot of cat characteristics, I figured you’d probably like things on the rare-r side,” she admitted.
He smiled. “You aren’t called the smart one for nothing.”
“‘Course not. I’m a genius,” she joked lightly. With that, she headed out.
He watched her leave in silence and then slowly picked up the file on his father. Gabriel Agreste’s stern face looked up at him from the picture and Chat tried not to wither under the reminder of his father’s would-be disapproval if he’d found out that Chat had betrayed him.
His father… his father might love him now, but he’d definitely hate him if he did that…
But if he didn’t, his friends would probably hate him for betraying them…
Crap, he needed time to think and he didn’t have any left.
He couldn’t just leave the paper blank. Rena would notice, probably, and there was a chance of her noticing if he marked an X and she definitely would if he marked an O.
He transformed and dusted the paper.
Chat would be seeing his father in a few weeks. He could try and confront him, try and talk him out of it now that they were more or less on even ground information-wise. The other miraculous holders couldn’t come along for that, they all hated Gabriel and they weren’t going to allow a civil discussion once they figured out he was Hawkmoth, too.
No, Chat needed to do this alone.
Either his father would give up his villainous ways and everyone would be happy or he would refuse and Chat…
Well, Chat would do what he had to do.
Rena came back a while later and handed him his food. She eyed his costume and then the tiny pile of dust on the floor.
“Another akuma,” he said. “Got lost in thought again. Thank the kwamis that my… kwami managed to snap me out of it enough to get rid of it.”
She nodded, satisfied with his answer.
He looked at the food she had given him and smiled more genuinely. “Thanks for cooking for me.”
She nodded again and she moved some papers aside to sit with him on the bed. Her head tipped onto his shoulder. They ate in silence for a while.
She hesitated. “I know I’m new and all, and we aren’t as close as you and Carapace… but you can talk to me. If you need.”
He looked up from his steak that was WAY too good to not be infused with some kind of magic and turned to press a kiss to the top of her head, much like she’d done for him just a little while before.
“I know. Thank you. I will.”
She looked at him for a moment before gently reaching a hand up to pull his head to rest on top of hers.
He buried his face in her hair despite the voice in the back of his mind telling him that traitors don’t deserve this kind of treatment.
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A Miraculous TikTok Account
Part 38
Chloe didn’t really need help with the Gabriel Agreste akuma. Even she, resident screw up, could deal with him in no time flat.
But she didn’t go alone.
Ladybug and Carapace, for once, hadn’t had any work to do. She could feel their discomfort at this new thing people called ‘free time’ and, when she’d found them punching bread -- kneading, they had called it -- she’d asked them to come along.
It was a testament to how uncomfortable they were with doing nothing that they instantly said yes and even continued to agree once they’d figured out who it was.
Still, that didn’t mean they were happy about deakumatizing Gabriel. Chloe doubted anyone could be in their position, considering he was… well… Gabriel Agreste.
“Can’t believe that he got akumatized again. You’d think with that kind of money he’d just leave Paris until it was better.”
Ladybug shook her head slightly. “Nah, the other fashion capital is New York. At least here things get reversed.”
“But if he was somewhere else he wouldn’t be getting akumatized every few days.”
“You’ve got a point. Think we can convince him to go with Adrien to Tibet next semester --?”
“NO,” said Carapace and Chloe instantly.
Ladybug frowned, a little confused.
“He’s a shit parent,” explained Carapace.
“When he isn’t being extremely neglectful he’s abusive,” added Chloe.
Ladybug scowled. “And I thought he couldn’t get worse. How can you see ADRIEN AGRESTE and decide to be a terrible father?”
“Might as well kick a puppy if he’s gonna be that blatantly evil,” said Chloe.
They all nodded their agreement. They probably would have talked even more crap about him if they’d had more time, but alas.
They came upon the house and they looked almost disinterested by the explosions of colorful light as they approached the door.
Chloe stopped only for a second to pick up a pretty hefty rock. This only seemed to confuse her companions, but she waved them off. They’d see what it was for in a few minutes, anyways.
They found him quickly, explosions tend to make people easy to find, and Chloe broke away from them.
Ladybug stopped her with a hand on her arm. “What’s going on? Where are you going?” She whispered.
Chloe smiled and brought a hand to her lips, then pointed that she was going to leave. Ladybug frowned ever so slightly but let her go.
She waited until Ladybug and Carapace both went out to fight the purple and orange monstrosity that was Gabriel’s akuma (she couldn’t bother to remember his name, to be honest) and then she chucked the rock at his head from the safety of the ceiling.
Gabriel crumpled instantly.
Ladybug blinked. Carapace gave a puff of surprised laughter.
“IT’S BEEN THAT EASY ALL ALONG?!” Said Ladybug once she’d gotten herself back together.
Chloe shrugged and dropped to the ground. “You guys always overthink things. He’s always an easy akuma, why waste time properly fighting him?” She nudged Gabriel onto his back with her foot and then stomped down on his pin without even bothering to take it off of him.
“I guess that makes sense…” said Carapace.
Ladybug crushed the butterfly with her yoyo. The world reformed itself around them.
“Everyone calls you guys and Rena the smart ones. You’re smart, sure, but you’re also VERY stupid about some things,” she commented. “Really. It’s been, what, five years for you guys? And you never thought to just hit him with a rock while he wasn’t looking?”
Ladybug blushed a little and scuffed her shoes on the newly-fixed floors. Chloe smiled and turned to Nathalie, who was breathing heavily and clutching her chest.
“Are you alright, Nathalie?” She said, walking over slowly like she was approaching a wounded animal. (Which, if you think about it, she kind of was.)
Nathalie nodded and turned to look at Carapace and Ladybug. “Could one of you two take me home?”
Even if it wasn’t exactly abnormal, it still hurt when people openly preferred other miraculous holders (not that she wouldn’t have known if it wasn’t open, her telepathy always made her uncomfortably aware of what people thought of her). It made sense, of course. The other holders messed up less, it was only natural that people would prefer to be helped by people less prone to accidentally screwing them over. She didn’t fault them for it. It just hurt.
But she just stepped back politely so the three could talk easier. She wasn’t going to let the fact that this upset her show on her face.
Carapace, however, DID. His smile was far too wide for it to be considered natural and she was pretty sure that even the people without telepathy in the room could sense his anger.
Ladybug must have sensed it, at least, because she quickly went over to help Nathalie and take her home before he could explode.
Carapace’s anger didn’t ebb away and she rubbed her arms absently to try and get rid of the uncomfortable buzz under her skin.
She could concentrate on other things, at least. She turned to Gabriel and pulled a smile to her face.
“Gabriel,” she greeted, holding out a hand to help him get to his feet. “Are you alright?”
He looked at her for a moment, expression cold, and she slowly started to withdraw her hand. Then he seemed to snap out of it and pull a smile to his face. “Mme. Bourgeois. I’m fine, thank you.”
The moment he touched her hand she felt the need to flinch away. Apparently some of the anger in the room had been his. She wasn’t exactly surprised, he was always like that when she came to deakumaitze him.
But, wait, he was even angrier than usual. Why? She’d thought all the other times that he was just irritated to have time taken out of his day because of the akuma or maybe he just really didn’t like her, but his anger had never been this intense before.
Ladybug returned with a cheerful “Right, I’m back!”
The anger intensified yet again and this time Chloe actually did take a step away.
She also took a step back to analyze the situation. She knew she wasn’t the best of the holders, but that didn’t mean she was stupid. He clearly hated the three of them.
Did he hate teenagers?
No. He loved his son, she’d been around them enough during Galas to know that for a fact. Sure, he was an absolutely terrible father and the fact that he loved Adrien almost made it worse that he mistreated him like he did, but there was some kind of familial love there.
And he was neutral towards most other people’s teenagers, and when he wasn’t neutral he saw them as opportunities...
So what? Did he hate miraculous users? Why?
She was pulled out of her thoughts when something wrapped around her arm. She looked down slightly to see Ladybug beaming as she hugged her arm to her chest.
“Hi. Want to get home? My bread is still proving and it should be done around the time we get back.”
She gave her an odd look. Ladybug tipped her head towards something. Chloe followed the tilt to Carapace, who was glaring at the floor.
She nodded her understanding and the three of them left as a group. Carapace quickly found a rock to start kicking down the street as they walked.
“I could’ve taken him. He’s easy as an akuma, I’m sure it’s even easier to beat him up as a civilian,” he said bitterly.
Ladybug rolled her eyes. “I’m sure you could have, but we really don’t need Nadia Chamack getting a call about how a miraculous hero beat up a civilian.”
He turned to glare at her momentarily but this made him miss his rock and he sighed as he began searching for a new one.
“You know I’m right.”
He sighed again. “Maybe.”
Chloe scoffed and crossed her arms over her chest. “‘Maybe’? She’s absolutely right.”
Ladybug’s lips twitched into a grin. “I always am.”
Chloe rolled her eyes and glanced over at Carapace. He had found a can to kick down the street now.
“Anyways, you’re a hypocrite. You don’t stand up for yourself, ever, I just don’t stand up for myself on this specific issue because I happen to agree with and understand people like Nathalie.”
He sighed and shook his head slightly. “Different. I’m not able to change someone if they’re racist, or classist, or just don’t like teens. You can change someone’s opinion if they just happen to not think you’re capable by proving you are.”
“Not really, they tend to just think it’s a fluke. People tend to believe whatever they heard first even when given proof otherwise,” she said. “And I’m not asking you to change them, I’m asking you to not sit back and take it when someone is being rude to you.”
Carapace looked at Ladybug to get her on his side and Ladybug was very determinedly looking ahead to avoid being roped into the conversation. All three of them knew that she would take Carapace’s side if forced to give an opinion.
… actually, now that she thought about it, all of the other holders would likely do the same. Chat and Ladybug were both white (or, at least, white-passing in Ladybug’s case) and they were terrible with confrontation. Carapace wasn’t white-passing in the slightest, but he also didn’t feel the need to confront people unless they were upsetting someone they cared about. Rena also wasn’t white-passing, and she did have a tendency to make it obvious when she was upset and call people out, but even she didn’t seem all that concerned when Carapace had been discriminated against back at that Home Depot so she was also too desensitized to it to bother saying anything…
But them not saying anything to their own defense didn’t mean that they were okay with what was going on.
Her mind wandered back to a few days prior, when Carapace had told Chat ‘Buddy, we have GOT to work on your self esteem.’
Maybe everyone had to work on their self esteem. Everyone in Paris was absolutely fucked up emotionally, but the miraculous team might have just been the worst.
(Was she including herself in this? No. She was perfectly fine, thank you very much. Inferiority complex who?)
She hesitated, then looked at Ladybug. “Hey, ‘bug, what do you do to cope?”
Ladybug blinked. “Uh…?”
“Listen, there isn’t a single person in Paris with a good coping mechanism, but you haven’t been akumatized, so… I’m awarding you with ‘close enough’.”
“Great. I humbly accept.” Ladybug’s halfhearted smile slowly slipped away. “As for what I do… you do realize my jobs are sewing -- which involves stabbing things repeatedly with a needle -- and fighting, and when I can’t do either of those I bake bread -- which involves a lot of throwing and punching dough…”
Chloe nodded slightly. “I see… so you just take out your anger on stuff?”
“I guess…?”
“Think you could teach us?”
That night, Carapace had put yet another video up.
Dark green text on a black screen, as was usual for his videos, gave some kind of context:
‘Ladybug attempts to teach us coping mechanisms’
They started with baking.
“What recipe will we be using?” Asked Rena.
Ladybug stared at her like she had grown an extra head. “Recipe?”
There was a beat before Chat anxiously translated the word to Mandarin and then to English in hopes of making her understand. Ladybug still looked confused.
“I don’t… what?”
No one could tell if she was messing with them or not. They all scrambled to pull out their phones for recipes.
The video cut.
All five of them were working on pieces of dough, though Carapace and Ladybug were definitely having the easiest time of it, and Rena seemed to be getting the hang of it. As for the other two...
“How do you know when we’re done beating up the dough?” Said Chat with a frown.
Ladybug looked him dead in the eye. “Keep going. Your ancestors will tell you when it’s enough.”
“Uh, bestie, I’m afraid tell you this…” started Rena.
Ladybug broke into a grin. “I’m kidding. Take off a tiny piece and stretch it. If it breaks you should do more.”
There were several cuts of Rena just casually flicking flour at people. No one even looked surprised. At one point, Chloe broke off a piece of her bread and stuck it in her hair in retaliation. Rena’s offended whine earned a grin from the other holders, even if they’d never admit to it.
The next bit was only a few seconds long: “Please, kwami, just let me dump a spice bottle in there. I’m begging you. I’ll make it look like an accident,” Rena pleaded with Carapace and Ladybug. They both looked like they were struggling not to cave as they eyed Chat and Chloe’s breads like they were about to turn into akumas and kill them all.
The video cut to the five of them sitting on the counter with their loaves. People were casually stealing from each other. Ladybug and Carapace’s were both gone by the end. Rena’s was half eaten. Chat and Chloe’s were hardly touched.
Then they’d started sewing.
Well, to be more exact, embroidering. Ladybug hadn’t trusted them enough to let them touch any of her fabrics for work.
“See, the problem with this, is you need to have artistic talent to do this,” said Carapace with a frown as he held up his drawing to the camera. He had drawn… something. It looked like a bunch of squiggles.
“It’s a great…” started Ladybug before trailing off.
Rena shook her head. “I have little siblings. I’m telling you now, don’t try and guess.”
Chloe looked over at his drawing and grinned. “Still better than most abstract art.”
“Chloe, you can’t just SAY that,” said Chat as he tried to school his face into a disapproving look.
Next there were a few seconds as Ladybug walked around looking at everyone’s work so far to see if anyone needed help. She stopped to look at Chloe’s for a moment, confused, before she made a choking noise and her face flushed red.
Chloe smirked and held up the pillow for the camera to see. It was a woman in a red sweater laying amongst some autumn leaves… some would call it… a girl in red.
“That’s a little sus,” said Rena.
“You’re a little sus.”
Chloe nodded and went back to filling in the red sweater.
The next snippet was Chat showing off his design. In bubblegum pink lettering, the words ‘Name a more iconic duo than my Daddy Issues and Touch Starvation. I’ll wait.’ were stitched into it.
“You and me,” said Carapace without missing a beat.
“... dude,” said Chat, who sounded like he was on the verge of tears.
The next cut had all five of them squeezed on the couch with Chat stretched across their laps, though who knew what had caused this change.
Carapace was showing off what he’d made. It seems he had leaned into the abstract art angle, because now his design was made up of solely primary colors.
“Who’s that one artist? Mona Lisa guy? Leonardo DiCaprio? I’m coming for --.”
He couldn’t even get through his joke before everyone started laughing, and he readily joined in.
Rena was the last one to finish. She smiled and held up a design that was all five of their animals in a circle around the words ‘Miraculous Team’.
There was a beat as everyone processed this before arms wrapped around Rena from all sides. The video ended with their smiling faces squishing against each other’s as they struggled to all hug each other.
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