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dawritingdragon · 2 days ago
Why the F*** am I a kwami! (Chloe + Marinette)
wishes going wrong, marinette doesn't want this and Chloe is stupid
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k7l4d4 · 3 days ago
Miraculous: Tales of the Miraculous Superhero Team, Part 2
With a gasp, an elderly Asian shot up, in near panic at the strange energies he had felt just recently. Clambering to his feet, he called out. “Wayzz!”
“I am here Master!” The Turtle-like creature that appeared before him, Wayzz, was no bigger than Nooroo, yet seemed to carry more gravitas in his bearing. “I see that you have felt Nooroo’s distress. It is a most inauspicious day, for the Butterfly Miraculous to reappear, in the hands of evil.”
With a grim, chuckle, the man, Master Fu, muttered his agreement. “Indeed my friend.” With a sigh, he wandered over to an innocuous seeming music box, and rapidly pressed a series of spots upon it. As he stood back, the Music Box unfolded, revealing the numerous hidden compartments, as well as the Miraculai contained within, three spots noticeably bare; the Turtle Miraculous, which he himself bore upon his wrist, the Butterfly Miraculous, and the Peacock. Those treasures represented, in his mind, his greatest failures, and his most tragic mistakes. With some effort, he shook off his weary grief, and turned back to the Kwami who had been his most faithful and stalwart of companions over the years. “It seems I will have to distribute some of these treasures, if we hope to resolve this new darkness.”
Wayzz was surprised, somewhat pleasantly so. “You are not going to attempt to resolve this yourself?” Admittedly, this was the smart thing, for all his skill, Master Fu was no longer a young man, not by any stretch of the imagination.
Master Fu softly smiled, touched at his friend’s concern. “I will admit, the thought had crossed my mind, but the pain I’ve been experiencing more and more frequently has convinced me that finding a new generation of champions is the correct course.” As he looked upon the treasures he so diligently guarded, Master Fu made his decision as to which ones would be distributed. “And besides, I’ve only gotten it wrong once.”
While this did not do much to allay Wayzz’s worries, he was self-aware enough to concede that he would always worry on the matter. When he laid eyes on the Miraculai his Master had chosen to distribute, he could not hide the grin of approval, and slight nostalgia he felt at the sight.
Fu saw his companion’s delight, and his faith in his decision strengthened. “Of course, what better way to counter such a varied assortment of foes than giving the heroes good luck,” he gestured to the red, black-spotted earrings, “and their enemies bad luck.” He finished, gesturing to the black ring with a green cat’s paw detailed on the face.
Here’s part 2 of this rewrite, slow going, but I think I’m getting there!
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weirdo-with-no-beardo · 3 days ago
Gotham’s Twins Chapter Two
Marinette was 12 when Jason died.
She was 13 when she met Kim and Nino and later Chloé. 
She was 14 when she became Ladybug and met her partner, Chat Noir. A few months later she enlisted the help of Queen Bee, King Monkey, and Carapace. Her team.
Marinette was 14 and 6 months when she met Alya Césaire, who proclaimed herself to be Marinette's best friend. She was wrong, Jason would always be her best friend. Even if he was gone.
Marinette was 15 when she finally worked up the courage to ask Chloé  on a date. The ravenette gave her a white purse with the words: "will you go out with me?" embroidered in gold on the under flap (she said yes). Chloé wore the purse everyday.
She was still 15 when Lila Rossi came to school.
And Marinette was 16 when Lila attempted to destroy her life. Jokes on Lila, you can’t destroy something that’s already broken.
That day Marinette had walked into school as normal, holding hands with Chloé and smiling brightly. Ever since they started dating, Chloé had helped Marinette become more punctual. And having your girlfriend waiting outside of your home with a couple of steaming coffees is definitely a good incentive.
But then that happiness shrivelled up into a a small ball.
“Marinette! How could you!”
Chloé’s grip tightened on her girlfriend's hand. Despite the heiress’s apathetic attitude, she cared a lot for her girlfriend.
“What’s going on?” Marinette looked at a red faced Alya and a crying Lila.
“What’s going on? What’s going on is that you attacked Lila yesterday, girl!” Alya screeched, marching forward to grab Marinette. But before Alya could touch the ravenette, two boys stepped in front of her, effectively blocking her way.
Nino and Kim were always there to protect their friend. Even against other people that they cared about.
“Back off, Alya.” Alya gaped at her boyfriend. Why would Nino defend a bully? Especially against his own girlfriend!
Kim glowered at Lila, whose tears had magically disappeared. It was almost like they were never real in the first place.
Marinette shifted uncomfortably before taking a step towards her self proclaimed “best friend”.
“What are you talking about, Alya? Why would I attack Lila?”
Alya fumed, attempting to take another step forward, but was once again blocked by Kim’s hulking figure.
“Because you’re jealous! Because of your crazy obsessive crush on Adrien!”
Speak of the devil, Adrien chose that moment to walk through the door, passing a disgusted looking Chloé.
“Mari’s what? I thought she was dating Chloé?” Adrien, bless his oblivious heart, had no idea what was going on. The boy had only recently joined the Marinette Protection Squad but was trying his best to make sure his bug was safe. The group’s intelligence had yet to rub off on him.
Alya blinked at Adrien. Once. Twice. “She what? They’re not dating! Marinette likes boys!”
Marinette couldn’t hold in her giggles. She laughed until Chloé, her bee, moved forward to hug the laughing girl, barely suppressing her own laughter.
“Since when?” Marinette managed to gasp out between giggles. She whiped away a few stray tears that escaped during her fit of laughter.
Alya gaped.
“You do! You would have told me if you were gay!”
Soon enough, Chloé couldn’t hold it back anymore and her laughter joined Marinette’s.
“Marinette! Stop laughing! If you were gay why would you have that picture of a guy in your wallet?!”
Marinette froze. Her giggles abruptly cut off. Her friends, the ones that knew about Jason, tensed, prepared to defend their friend.
She turned to Alya and sent her an icy glare that made Alya want to shrink into a ball and die. She had no idea the designer could look so mean.
“You mean the picture of my brother?”
“Your--your what? Since when did you have a brother?”
Alya was stuttering with every word. Her earlier anger had long dissipated, leaving her with only confusion.
“Since the day I was born, Alya. Jason and I are twins.” Marinette’s words were cold and left no room for debate. Talking about Jason in the past tense had always made Marinette sad, so she spoke like he was still with her.
Even if an unmarked grave said otherwise.
The ombre haired girl paled at Marinette’s icy tone. Beside her, Lila had started to slowly inch away, hoping, for once, to be out of the spotlight.
“And in case you were wondering, Césaire,” Césaire. When had she become Césaire? “I couldn’t have hurt Lila yesterday. I was busy hanging out with my girlfriend. There are even security tapes proving my claim. I’m sure Chlo would let you see them to prove my innocence But I doubt you’ll bother to check. Afterall, I know how you feel about proof.”
Alya was saved from an undignified response by the ringing of the bell.
The GCPD was a cold place.
That’s where Marinette found herself on an early Sunday morning.
That’s where she first learned of Jason’s death.
That’s where she answered question after question regarding the end of her best friend’s life.
When was the last time she saw Jason? Two months before his death. they had been separated in a crowd. Marinette hadn’t seen him since.
Does she remember how they had been separated? No, one second Jay was there, the next he was gone.
Had Marinette made any effort to find her missing brother? Every day since their separation.
Had she been aware that Jay was adopted by billionaire Bruce Wayne? No. Marinette didn’t really have time to check the news while searching for her brother.
Did she have any other living relatives? No. Her parents were dead.
That was the truth. Willis Todd had never been her father. He was a deadbeat criminal murdered by his own boss after his loyalties came into question. And Catherine was nothing but a drug addicted coward who didn’t stand up for her children when Willis beat them black and blue. She died a few months before  from an overdose. Her addiction finally catching up with her.
And so Marinette had to stay at the GCPD for a few days until a French couple decided to take pity on the young girl and chose to adopt her. A few police officers had found her sleeping behind a dumpster and brought her there. A few hours later they told her the news of her brother’s passing.
Passing. The word tasted bitter on her tongue. Passing, like he had been walking past he in the street and she didn’t notice.
It made her want to cry.
That week, Marinette had been shipped off to Paris. And the last piece of Jason she had, their city, was torn away from her.
Paris was nice, very bright. There was no dark cloud that seemed to hang over the city like it did in Gotham. There was no psychotic clown out to kill anyone worth squat.
But there was also no Jason.
Everywhere Marinette looked there was something to remind her of her dead twin.
A laugh, filled with mischief. A red hoodie, Jason’s was always stained with something, but he never took it off. Two siblings, too alike to be anything but twins.
It made her heart ache.
Marinette couldn’t explain the tears that came to her eyes when she saw a particularly dark alley, because how was she supposed to tell Tom and Sabine that her and Jason used to sleep in one just like that.
She couldn’t explain why she didn’t talk the first few months in Paris because how could she tell them that Jason always spoke first.
Why she always ducked into a corner whenever she saw something on the roofs because she thought maybe this time it really was Batman coming to separate her and Jason.
Why she didn’t let her adoptive parents hug her because could they be trying to pick pocket her?
Why when she first met Kim she punched him in the jaw for making a comment about how terrible siblings were.
No, she couldn’t tell them that.
She couldn’t tell them anything.
Ladybug and Chat Noir revealed their identities a week after they first met.
Marinette hadn’t wanted to grow so close to someone new, someone who acted frighteningly like her dead brother. So the girl had insisted that they share identities. That way she could avoid him on both sides of the mask if she needed too.
It hadn’t really gone as planned.
Adrien was so excited that his new friend Mari was his buggaboo. Marinette had been more hesitant. On one hand, Adrien seemed like a good friend. On the other hand, now that they knew each other in their civilian lives, it would be much harder to avoid him.
Marinette had not thought that through.
But eventually, Adrien came to learn about Jason and he toned down his whole ‘knight in shining armor’ bit.
And now Marinette had four friends that she trusted with her life.
“Alright, class! Today I have some fantastic news!” Madam Bustier clapped excitedly as she entered the class, late as usual when the class was fighting.
“We are going on a class trip to...”
“Oh wow, I’m just shaking with anticipation.” Chloé whispered to Marinette, who giggled in return.
“Gotham City!”
Marinette froze in her seat.
Oh ho ho, the drama begins.
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dawritingdragon · 3 days ago
Idiot blondes is my type (Marinette X Chloe)
4 times Chloe somehow became endearing and the 1 time Marinette realized that she was in love
Includes Chloe being a weeb and Marinette realizing that she rather likes it when the blond holds her
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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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invisible-pink-toast · 5 days ago
so what do you say? ⚖️
Chapters: 2/3 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Relationships: Chloé Bourgeois/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Additional Tags: fashion designer marinette, lawyer Chloé, re-introductions, Banter, audrey bourgeois bashing because of course, flirting, found family
‘Are you okay?’ Marinette asks softly.
‘I’m your lawyer. I should be asking you that.’ Chloé says, hoping her voice is steady.
Marinette shrugs. ‘It’s a… unique situation. Plus I don’t think most lawyers know their clients since they were in pigtails.’
‘Admittedly, you wore pigtails for an insanely long amount of time.’ Banter with Marinette feels simple and familiar, even as Chloé watches her mother stride into the courtroom.
Chloé and Marinette start working together, and things aren't exactly going according to Chloé's plan...
Read on AO3
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k7l4d4 · 8 days ago
Miraculous: Tales of the Miraculous Superhero Team; A Miraculous Rewrite
"So..." Intoned a shadowed figure, holding onto a small brooch, a photo of a kindly smiling blonde woman within. "You say that these Miraculous can grant ANY wish? Nooroo?" Turning his head, the figure regarded the small being next to him, a humanoid creature with a lavender body, and an oddly Butterfly-like form in terms of design.
With a soft sigh, the being, Nooroo, reluctantly answered. "Yes, that is true, but-" He was rapidly cut off by his master, excitement subtly coloring his tone.
"And you are bound to obey me as your Master, Correct?" It was not a question. The dynamic, however twisted, had already been established between them.
With a sigh that only just barely masked his agitation, Nooroo answered. "Yes." He bit out somewhat tersely. "HOWEVER. The power of the wish is the joined domain of the Black Cat and Ladybug Miraculai. Further more, the power of the Butterfly Miraculous is meant to bring about Champions AGAINST evil, not for it. If you attempt this path, the consequences will be most dire." For all his dislike of this situation, let it never be said that Nooroo did not care for each and every one of his masters, even those with Darkness clouding their hearts such as his current. If he could attempt to warn his master away from self-destruction, he would do so. He was not expecting the slap.
With a deep breath and exhale, Nooroo's master calmed his temper. It would not do to potentially damage his servant, no matter how infuriating he was being. He had come too far, seen too many things, to turn back now. "Your... concerns, have been noted, Nooroo. Endeavor not to bring them to my attention again." With his piece said, Nooroo's master, fastened the brooch to his chest. As he gazed down through the opening of his hidden observatory, looking upon all the citizens going about their blissful daily lives, he felt his heart harden with bitterness, envious of what they had and he had lost. He had only one thing to say in the face of it all. "Nooroo, Dark Wings Rise!"
With a frightful cry, Nooroo was sucked into the brooch, which sprouted four butterfly wing-like extensions in response. The gathered butterflies that shared the room with the shadowed figure swarmed him, glowing with an ominous purple light. As they fell away, the revealed the man, now clad in an admittedly dapper suit, seemingly themed off of a butterfly, his face and head encased in a silver helm with the front adorned with a silver, butterfly-esque mask. In his hands, lay a cane with a jeweled top.
This is part one, let me know what ya’ll think! ...It’s just a start.
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may-writing · 8 days ago
Chapter 1- The way Childhood flies by
Thought I should also bring it over here. Also available on wattpad and Ao3 under the title ‘as the rain falls down’
Words: 4.2k
Minor Trigger warning for Homophobia and use of the D slur.
I'm basing the school system on a mixture of researching french schools and my own experience going to school in central Europe so this is definetly not going to be the most accurate! Someone on AO3 has already pointed out a lot of what I did wrong with the school system and gave me some guidance around how it works for future chapters/stories.
The fact that Chloé's mother could not attend her fourth birthday might have been utterly ridiculous, but not as ridiculous as her father and Mr Agreste's newest bright idea to make the Bourgeois family seem less posh and intimidating. André thought that his party may be deemed more likeable if his child and her friends were to have 'commoner' friends. Since Chloé was not of age to start école yet, he decided that the best choice of action would be to pick a family who was in need of some financial help, and pay for their child to join Chloé and Adrien's play dates.
Luckily for him, there was a struggling man, his wife, and their three-year-old daughter. The couple's biggest dream was to open a bakery some day, and the fat stack of money that André sat on thanks to Audrey could grant them the start of that dream easily. Though Chloé would not know this until many years later, it was thanks to her that the Dupain-Chengs' dream could ever be achieved, and within those few times of play, she held the entirety of Marinette's future in her hands.
That would be the first day Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Chloé Bourgeois would meet. The small and shy baker's daughter was lead into the back Garden/leisure area of hotel Le Grand Paris, holding Jean... Jacques? Jean-Michel? Butler Jean's hand. She seemed intimidated by the big balloons and lavishly wrapped presents, the finger foods making their rounds in the gorgeous garden while the polished fountain gave a soothing ambience to those already at the table, eating the first of their seven courses. The blond sat at the head of the table like a queen with her father to her right and Adrien to her left.
"and whom exactly are you?" Asked Chloe, feeling soured by her mother's lack of presence.
She walked up to the birthday girl who was adorned in a golden dress with a sequined top and velvety skirt. "Your dress is really pretty. That's the new Agreste one isn't it? It looks like it was designed just for you." she said, "Like you're a pretty princess. I wish I had a crown to give you, you should have a crown!"
Chloe was speechless for a second, unsure of whether she should be thankful or critiquing to the stranger. After a moment, she decided that the girl was correct, she should wear a crown, she should be a princess. No, a queen she deserved to be a queen. Chloé ordered Jean-Claude to fetch her the finest of tiaras that instant before smiling at the shorter girl and deciding that her father should scoot over so that her new friend can sit to her right.
"My name is Marinette, by the way." The little girl beamed,  cupping her hands behind her back before sitting down on the cushy chair which was much higher and much harder to get on than most people expected. "I'm sorry that I couldn't get you anything proper expensive or fancy like I'm sure you're used to... but I poured my heart into making this for you, with help from my Maman of course!" Marinette handed Chloe a gorgeous little stuffed bear over the table. It was a lemon yellow with rhinestone eyes and the cutest little mouth. The striped detailing on it's stomach was a little clumsy but Chloé adored it none the less. Because it was made specially for her by the beaming girl sat next to her with freckles peaking out to greet the sunlight and a black bob blowing in the gentle breeze, small strands of hair flashing their brown undertones. The smile that overtook Chloé was enough to numb out whatever pang of jealousy would usually hit Chloé when hearing about others' loving mothers.
"My Papa and Maman have been telling me about you for weeks, you know? I've been so excited to finally see you!" Mari slurped the cream soup in front of her. Chloé did not mind the rude gesture this once, the mushroom cream soup was actually her favourite too. "They told me about how we'll be great friends because we both like fashion and drawing and I really hope we can play later! Do you like mermaids?"
The two girls spent the rest of Chloé's birthday dinner discussing anything and everything. Pretending they were their favourite H2O character and talking about the way they would switch about and mix n match their Barbies' outfits to make them look even better. Chloé promised to take Marinette up and show her doll collection later before they started talking about how good Mari's clothes looked despite most of them being homemade or pieces of her mother's childhood clothing. Chloé had completely forgotten the existence of anyone in those couple of hours from Adrien to her father to her absent mother.
They went up to Chloé's bedroom once the guests started thinning, Chloé now wearing a tiara and both full with birthday cake. She had a vast Hotel suite with light blue walls that had mahogany pillars and golden accents. Dark, rosy pink curtains adorned her tall and delicate windows, two of which lead out to balconies facing the fairy tale views of Paris, not the slums that Marinette grew up by. There was two closed doors, Chloé explained that one lead to a bathroom while another presented a walk-in closet before leading her new best friend to her play-corner. A giant pink dreamhouse awaiting with her bag of extra clothes and doll accessories, as well as two beautifully organised boxes. One with girl Barbies and one with boy Barbies.
"He's going to be my prince, you know." Chloé said, while arranging ken and barbie into a hot pink car. "Adrien Agreste, the boy who sat to my left today. Daddy says we'll get married some day, we'll look just like them," she admired the Gown on the 'Three musketeers' Barbie, pulling down her masquerade mask while neglecting Ken's ruffled suit.
"You're so lucky Chloé!" Marinette started, while trying to find the pair to some purple stilettos with sandal-style straps "You can tell so many stories with all these dolls and settings. I only have one boy Barbie, so sometimes I get bored of him and make my girl ones run away together. They complete secret spy missions and such together, like totally spies. Sometimes the boy is the baddie."
"Maybe I should get you some more dolls. My mother knows everyone everywhere, I could get you anything you wanted!"
Marinette thought about that for a bit. "No, that's alright. I like only having some and getting new ones occasionally. I don't have that many spare accessories, so sometimes I draw them clothes and Maman sews them when she has the time." Chloé was disappointed
"You're right. All these boys look the same anyways the girls are so much more prettier. I make my girls kiss sometimes when I don't think ken looks pretty enough."
"me too," Mari mumbled so quietly that Chloé almost didn't hear it. It was like an admission of guilt that both ends would carry to the grave.
Chloé decided to name the bear Mr.Cuddly and insisted that she order one just like him but in pink for Marinette to have, pushing away all of her new friend's resilience for Chloé not to waste money. Her mother was a world-famous model, sitting atop generations of family riches while her daddy owned the most lavish Hotel in Paris, she could afford anything she wished for, a custom bear was nothing. The family welcoming did not stop there, when André let the Dupain-Cheng family stay at the hotel free of charge for a week while they were struggling to relocate and find the perfect place to open their bakery with Mr Bourgeois' generous funding.
At first she was really shy around the boy, but then Marinette joined play in the Agreste mansion too. Everything felt like it was shrouded in rainbows and sunshine. Chloé always liked going on playdates with Adrien, his parents were so warm and inviting. Emilié had stories of her acting career, the big dramas of Hollywood life meanwhile Gabriel let her peek at future dresses while both Chloé and Adrien licked the moustache of hot chocolate from their lips.
After Marinette joined, it was even better. She started bringing fresh croissants and cupcakes, showing the other children and their families all the new recipes her parents had started trying. Chloé was really sad that they were never allowed to play at Marinette's house, she really wanted to see where the other girl lived, whether it always smelled of chocolate and sweets the way she did. But daddy said she wasn't allowed.
Chloé really liked having another friend, but she did not like how Adrien and Marinette were so kind to each other. Why did Marinette give both of them flowers she'd picked outside? Adrien was supposed to be Chloé's friend. That must be why, how could Marinette be trying to steal him like this? He always smiled at Marinette, he agreed to play house with Marinette, he asked her to teach him how to make flower crowns!
Chloé found herself being overridden by jealousy. She was green with it. She must've been jealous of Marinette, the attention that she was receiving? The attention that Adrien was giving to her should have been Chloé's. He was meant to be hers that is how the story always ends. The sweet princess finds her prince and moves away from her friends into the castle. How dare Adrien have a friend other than her?
It was a couple play-dates after that when Chloé requested that her daddy cut ties with the Dupain-Cheng family. The final straw was when the three of them were supposed to be playing in the garden at the Agreste mansion. Until it started raining.
Chloé ran in, screaming about how her hair will get utterly ruined, even at four years old she was a true drama queen. However, the other two remained outside, dancing in the rain and waiting for puddles to appear so they could jump on them. Seeing such a happy Marinette made something bubble in her stomach, like a gut wrenching nausea every time she giggled. The blond wondered why she was feeling this way. Wondered why this happened constantly.
The only logical conclusion was that it was because Marinette was trying to take her place.
Chloé stomped over to her friends when they were trying to come in. "Chloé! I'm going to ask father about us having some hot chocolate lets go in !" Adrien was too kind, too oblivious for his own good.
"Yeah, Chloé I brought your favourite cookies, we can dip them like you like!" Clack. There went that same hit that always happened in Chloé's heart when the girl with the bluebell eyes ever did something nice. What a suck up, her mother would hate Marinette. Utterly fake and utterly ridiculous. The chilled wind slapping the child so coldly and the hurricane of emotions whirling between her eyes and down to her tummy had Chloé freaking out until she screamed.
"Get out!" It was like a mystical force was overpowering her "Go away! I never want to see you ever again, Marinette Dupain-Cheng I hate you!" before Chloé ran back inside to find Adrien's parents with salty bubbles stung her eyes.
École was a culture shock to say the least. It was André bourgeois' first year of acting as the Mayor of Paris, he found again the need to seem relatable to a variety of citizens. Sending his only daughter to public school should do that, right?
At the grand age of 6 years old, Chloé started going to school. It was weird, meeting all these children that didn't act like her, that weren't related to her father's business partners. However, based on all the Disney channel original movies Chloé had seen, she needed to show everyone that she was the greatest right off the bat because everyone should love her! She could be the Jennifer Stone to everyone's Cadet Kelly.
Her first class was Language, the students got to learn how to read and write for the first time. Preschool really was just all games, naps and tasty treats. They were tasked to learn the alphabet off by heart by the end of the week, and recite it one by one to the teacher on Friday. While Chloé would soon learn that she was much stronger in classes that had a definite right and wrong later, she quickly learned that there are always people bellow her.
"This is so stupid, everyone who went to a proper Preschool or at least had proper parents already knows this!" The girl sat on the desk to Chloé's right groaned, putting her forehead onto the table and bonking it repeatedly, careful not to knock her glasses back into her face.
Chloé made a joke about it, smirking at the shorter redhead. Her sense of style was a bit cartoonish, she wore a blouse with a purple cardigan and black skirt. Essentially, she was dressed for a formal event like the end of year farewell ceremony or receiving a reward. She did really like the girl's green framed glasses though.
That day, Chloé made a new friend in Sabrina Raincomprix though it would take her many years to bravely call her that. At the start she even called Sabrina anything from Susanne to Sibylla because that's what her mother always did. She wished to be just as amazing as her mother one day.
However, there were some complications with Sabrina. She liked sticking to the rules, clinging to a teacher's every word and always taking on the extra work when Chloé just breezed through the required load with ease. Sabrina would cling onto Chloé's every word and action, shadowing her as if hoping that they would merge into one. Not that the blond minded, getting to be the one who's always right, who's never questioned was amazing when her best friend Adrien would always challenge her.
Sabrina did not like to undress her Barbies and give them fashion shows the way Chloé did. She did not jump at any chance to be seen by everyone like Chloé did. And the H2O mermaid she wanted to be was most definitely not Riki like Chloé's was. She was just a quiet suck up. However, Sabrina did like drawing pretty flowers and giving them to Chloé, something about that sprung a form of nostalgia of someone she did not truly remember.
A pretty girl with pink dresses and dark hair. But her face was a blur, she played with Chloé a bit but there were no true details she could recall past the faded memories of seeing her on rainy evenings after preschool. Past knowing that Mr. Cuddly was from her. Past the faint image of a smile and a giggle. A Marie, maybe? Antoinette, perhaps. Would they ever cross paths again?
Rain trickled down the handprint-stained windows of École Francoise dupon in the early morning as Chloé groaned, she had grown to hate the rain, waiting for lessons to start as she sipped her hot vanilla drink from the drink machine. Sabrina sat next to her, trying the strawberry one. They'd been doing this since they first discovered the vending machine towards the end of the lower-school classrooms. The other students poured in slowly, chattering just like the rain was.
When the teacher came in, he announced that there would be a new student joining them that day. Right on cue, a girl with bluebell eyes entered the room. She had dark, straight hair like night that reached her upper back and wore a shy smile as she introduced herself as Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Something about her felt familiar to Chloé. She had great style, too, wearing a long sleeved pink shirt that faded in the sleeves to white and orange bleedings, matched with a jean skirt and orange tights.
What had perked the class up the most, however was the box this new girl carried. She placed a white paper package onto the front most desk, opening it to reveal a selection of sweets. Marinette told the class that they should help themselves the way they would when it was someone's birthday and that it's really the least she could do for stealing class time by joining. Rightly so, Chloé thought, she should bring more to make up for the fact that she only got smart enough to move into their class during the second school year.
Meanwhile, Chloé had built up quite the reputation bossing people around during récé. Many children ignored her, Chloé's threats were much more empty as a child. People started realising that she just wanted to feel like the captain of every team, the ruler of every monarchy, but she was still fun to play with. The Lahiffe boy often joined her very strictly ruled games of Hide and seek; Alix was one of the first friends she'd made; and Sabrina was always there to back her up when she pushed a kid off the slide.
There started to grow and interest of unbearable intensity towards the new girl in her class as the days flew by. It was so deliciously rare that someone stood up against Chloé's iron fist in the playground. But Marinette did it every time, getting up in the blond's face about how she shouldn't say this and that degrading thing to the others just because she lost a game of hot potato or because she couldn't jump the longest on a rope. Of course, Chloé bit right back when they settled into class.
It was a battle of grades from the moment that Chloé got pushed from a 5 to a 4 in art because she didn't draw the branches of a tree long enough while Marinette even put cute little flowers and birds on hers. Of course, Chloé couldn't resist calling the other girl's handwriting chicken scratch when she couldn't find anything else to insult. Her biggest achievement was when Marinette came into class proudly, to tell her friends that the sun is a star. How ridiculous, she thought, Marinette seriously couldn't think that seven-year-olds would buy that, right? So, of course, Chloé told her that she's stupid and needs to stop lying.
Even though they were butting heads constantly, Dupain-Cheng always offered to share sweets with Chloé. She always still asked to play with Chloé. And over time, it was like she had put a reins on Chloé because she started barking less orders and saying 'thank you' more. Their academic rivalry thrived even as Chloé adored Marinette past any friend she'd had before. She loved the way that Marinette had started wearing her hair in one long braid that brought so much more attention to her face. She loved the way Marinette concentrated so hard, trying to recite the poem they were tasked to learn that week. She most importantly liked the way that Marinette would grab  her hand when they played paired tag.
Chloé really wished that her and Marinette could run away the way that she made her barbies do. She really wished that she was a boy so that she could hold Marinette's hand the way couples do in movies. She swam in green jealousy when any of the boys would partner up with Marinette in class. She liked Marinette in the way that she was supposed to like Adrien, and it scared her.
When Chloé had told her daddy about how she wished two girls could like each other because she really wished to be allowed to like this girl at school he seemed really concerned. André at the time was a man of old fashion and did not bring along the idea that any of that perverse foolery would be right for his daughter, he probably found it -in the words of Audrey Bourgeois- utterly ridiculous. He told her that girls just had closer friendships, that she was confused because she wasn't old enough to understand romance, that this girl was just trying to use her, that she needed to cut out this girl. So she did. Daddy's always right, after all
A newly learned word sharp on her tongue, Chloé Bourgeois came back to school the next day with a heavy mouth of homo against Marinette, against Max when he stepped in her way, against anyone who inconvenienced her. Because Chloé no longer wished to feel like the immature girl who mistook a social climber for someone who truly cared about her. The heavy feeling clomped against her chest as she found the new victims of her own self hatred and Chloé- pitted deep in her flurry of emerald envy- assigned some nice words to her proclaimed class Lesbians.
She wished to scream and cry until her eyeballs dried up and rolled away while watching a bubbly brunette pick up her best friend on the playground after she fell off the swings. Rose Lavillant was bringing Juleka Couffaine into the building just as everyone was allowed into school that morning. Chloé vibrated with anger as she watched Rose pour some of her water into her bottle cap, then onto the other girl's knee. The way Juleka held onto her hand while crying was painful. How could this be allowed for them?
What really drove Chloé over the edge was when Rose brushed Juleka's Hair out of her face and said "See? It's okay now! I fixed it all up with my love for you!" and then pecked her nose.
Chloé flipped. She stomped over from where she was watching, the babblings of Sabrina long drowned out as she watched the immense care being shared between the two. She laughed and ridiculed, like she usually would however this interaction hurt the hollow space forming in her heart more than it helped it. "I can't believe this! Look at this absolute circus happening between these two, everyone!" She started, turning from the rest of the class back to Juleka and Rose "What are you going to do next, Juleka? Are you going to kiss Rose thank you for fixing your booboo? Are you going to run away and get married like the abominations that you are?"
"Why would you say it like that?" Rose quickly jumped up, short brown hair bouncing in time with her strides to square up to Chloé. She was a tall girl at nine-years-old, one of the tallest in the class, almost as tall as Chloé. "There's nothing wrong with me and Juleka! We're kind and honest, unlike you, and I've loved her for as long as I remember. You're just jealous that you'll never get the same because you're a horrible, bossy, rude-"
"Everyone please just calm Down!" Marinette placed herself between the two. Ever the responsible one.
"Oh, I'm calm, Dupain-Cheng." Chloé looked down at her, then past her to Rose who had backed away to sit on Juleka's desk and hold her hand. Chloé chuckled. "Why would I get un-calm while talking to the likes of them? I'd say steer clear but deep down we both know that you're just the same type of mistake. All three of you are what my Daddy the Mayor would call a filthy set of Dykes."
Okay, so perhaps that was more of a quotation on what Audrey Bourgeois had told Chloé she could never become after André had informed her of the conversation he'd had with their daughter. But her point still stood, stood so far that no one in her class had even heard the word before.
Everyone else got these lovely friends. People never stuck with Chloé unless they needed something. Except for Adrien, he saw the worst sides of her past, present and future. No matter how much she tumbled through life on her wave of self destruction, he stood by her. That was why Chloé physically ran to the Agreste manor when Adrien had phoned, sobbing that his mother had passed away.
A part of her best friend died with his mother that day. While Gabriel was nowhere to be seen, Chloé let Adrien cry to her and talk about all the things that Emilié would never get to see. He was only eleven, how could the world take her from him? She was the nicest woman that Chloé had ever met and Adrien loved her more than life itself, she still needed to see them get married, them graduate from high school, the next Agreste fashion line. It hurt her that after years of wishing that her own mother would drop dead every time she was gone for weeks or months, it backfired onto sweet Emilié Agreste.
After he calmed down a bit, Adrien just laid there, against Chloé's shoulder for a bit, staring at the wall in silence. He probably felt so lonely, so sad, Chloé almost started praying to God on the spot that she need be a better friend, how she wished that there was a way she could help him. Then he asked her to tell him something. Something he didn't already know. Something big.  Something to distract him from the pain. Chloé reacted without thought.
"I think I like girls."
I will be trying to keep this story following Chloé for the most part but i'm also sharing aspects of my own experience growing up as a(very oblivious) lesbian between all the characters while also trying to show different experiences with realising if that makes sense? Throughout the story, You'll see having always known and been confident with it(Rose), Realising very early on and repressing it(Chloé) and being way too dumb and riddled by Comp het to notice(Marinette me too bestie). If i'm feeling spicy then I may even throw in a Lila internalised homophobia plot line cause I secretly love her <3
Okay, before anyone gets confused, in this fic Rose had brown hair naturally and later starts bleaching it(hc that Juleka does it for her). It's a really random n irrelevant idea that I got based on the fact that(depending on the animators per episode) her hair is more yellow than Chloe's so I think that she just gets Juleka to bleach it for her but never actually tones it for some reason?
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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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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 10 days ago
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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miraculouszone · 10 days ago
Why Lukloé doesn’t work IMO
Okay, so I've been hearing a lot of debate on whether Luka and Chloé would work as a couple and honestly my answer is no. And it's not because I think Chloé can't handle a relationship (I've repeatedly defended her because I think the fandom is too nuts and her haters AND her stans both go too far).
Anyway, the reason being is because they're too opposite. While the saying "opposites attract" IMO is somewhat true, if you go too far into it then I think it can fall apart. And with Luka and Chloé I think they are too far opposites to work.
Luka is too passive. Yes he means well when he decides not to pry into people's problems and lets them tell him if they want to, but by letting them bottle it up he's only exacerbating the problem. He can't help if he doesn't know what's going on.
Chloé is too aggressive. She'll likely vent a LOT and Luka will likely just let it happen instead of offering solutions. Hence he won't be solving the problem, he'll only be creating more problems.
Their personalities just clash too much in my opinion. Sure Luka would have the patience for Chloé, but he wouldn't have any way of solving her problems, nor would it seem like he'd motivate her to fix them herself. There's no middle ground between the two.
A big reason why I ship Chlonette and Lukanette is because both ships could easily have a middle ground of sorts.
Chlonette could have Marinette putting her foot down and helping Chloé realize if she's going to make this work she'll need to shape up. Marinette is forgiving and has faith in Chloé, but she also has a limit of how much she's willing to take from her, which could help her realize that the only way she's going to save it is by improving herself.
Lukanette has Luka keeping Marinette calm and easing out her more eccentric side. He's willing to help her, but she realizes she has to help herself in order to allow him to assist her. She knows she can't always rely on him to solve her problems and thus he can help her solve said problems by not being a crutch.
With Luka and Chloé on both sides of the extremes, there's no real way to meet in the middle and instead they'd just clash too much with no real way to keep it stable, it's basically a house of cards in the wind. I suppose I can understand why people think it'll work, but honestly I just don't see it.
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dawritingdragon · 11 days ago
Story Idea: Tension
For ya’ll to understand, this all starts in an alternate universe. It has the same bases as canon-verse with Ladybug is Marinette, Chat Noir is Adrien and Hawkmoth is still Gabriel. Master Fu still lost his memory at the end, Lila is still a liar and Chloe still feels betrayed.
Everything was supposed to go normal, just how the creators had lined but something changed. One character didn’t act like how they were supposed to and others soon followed much to the horror of the higher ups. 
Who was this character you may ask? 
(Ya’ll know me, it’s fucking Chloe Bourgeois)
It started when Chloe decided to suddenly have a soul and to clear up a misunderstanding between Marinette and Adrien. Telling the blond to go home as to not upset his father further and to let her clear up the misunderstanding.
Because of this, It was Chloe who had given the Umbrella, asking for a ‘Truce’ for the betterment of her childhood best friend, Adrien. Unaware to the shock of Marinette who was greeted with a sight not many were given the ability to see.
Such a simple action somehow changed everything. 
You see, in this AU, Chloe is just so much more... sensitive. She heard the murmers of the others, how they said that since Adrien and her were friends, surely he was just as bad? Heard the misconceptions and how Adrien began to feel bad.
She didn’t like that. She was self aware after all, she knows that she’s a cunt and she was fine with that but her Adri-kins?? Sunshine boy who just wants everyone to be happy?? In her league of bad??? 
Absoloutely unacceptable
Bc she knows that everything she does would inadvertedly affect Adrien since they were friends, she was much more... “Civil” to the class this time around. No obvious scatching remarks, mocking words were gone and any kind of sabotage were now a rarity. 
She is still the cause of most of the akumas but those weren’t exactly intentional. Lady Wifi? Alya legit gone and tried to break into Chloe’s locker and Chloe was stressed bc of having to keep up an appearance so she may have over reacted.
Miss Fragrance? Rose caught her in the wrong time.
Somehow, along the way. Chlonette ends up being a thing. It’s started quick, fast and in a hurry but unlike how it started, the relationship itself lasted longer than that. 
Chloe was high strung, forced to keep up an appearance for her friend and to see that other people like this ‘New’ her made her feel so wrong. Being good was hard, you had to actively watch what you’re saying and everything she did had consequences if it was given in the wrong way.
It was supressing and it ticked her off, 
Marinette, without Adrien around to be somekind of distraction, was now so much more paranoid and observant. She unconciously kept an eye on everyone, wondering who is the next akuma and since Chloe seemed to be churning out akuma after akuma, the Bourgeois heir was the one she kept an eye on the most.
She didn’t like acting so suspicious, but this was her duty as a hero.
This created tension between the two, with Chloe being annoyed that someone was keeping an eye on her (her mind thinking that Marinette must’ve been trying to prove how much of a fake she is) and Marinette wondering if Chloe had truly changed. or what she was going to do next. 
(Tension at its finest, whether Marinette began to notice certain things about Chloe, from how... well that’s her business)
Then, all the stress seemed to have boiled over and Chloe pulled a Lila, dragging the shorter girl to a bathroom and started
(“What do you want with me Dupain-Cheng? You looking for a fight?” Chloe growled, pushing the two of them to the corner of the bathroom.
Marinette realized that she hadn’t seen that sneer in ages and in the process, her eyes were drawn to the lips that helped pull such an expression
Wam bam, Marinette’s fingers were now wrapped around the collar of Chloe’s shirt and with a tug, they were closer than ever.)
It wasn’t supposed to be a regular thing, the kiss. Just an impulse that crazy Dupain-Cheng did to catch her off guard.
But they were teenagers and they needed an outlet and they finally found something in common.
So this was their truce, they weren’t friends, that was something Chloe knew but they weren’t enemies either.
This continued and suddenly, they started to gain feelings. Chloe was in it for the fact that she could finally let down her facade around atleast one person and be as nasty as she could. Marinette was in it for the duty, after all, if someone is taking the attention of the main akuma-causer then surely there wouldn’t be a lot of akumas. 
(The fact that she didn’t need to take the lead like most of the time was just a bonus.)
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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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queen-of-rants · 13 days ago
Old Acquaintance
Despite being really young, Marinette could remember when she lived in Italy. She had a good life, well, she did. One day someone entered her class. A redhead with unimaginable achievements. The two girls became best friends due to their ‘similarities’, but Marinette failed to notice her other friends slowly starting to hate her because of her ‘best friend’ spreading rumours and lies. She was chased and yelled at every day. She found out it was her ‘best friend’ who caused it all and was heartbroken. It eventually got so bad that her family moved to Paris. She met everyone she knows now when she was 8. She had trouble trusting people. She preferred to keep to herself. However, they slowly gained her trust, but she still had that part of her that was scared they would turn on her as her other ones did. They all had no clue what happened to her to leave her so distrusting and Marinette never planned on telling them. Fast forward to where they are now. Marinette was just accused of cheating on the test. She knows Lila is a liar and while she’d normally deal with this the mature way, something about Lila set her off. Maybe it was her attitude. Or how she lied. Or maybe the resemblance between that last girl, but Marinette decides to do what she did in the canon. Later on, in the bathroom, Lila corners her. “Well, well, well, if it isn’t Marinette! This is a surprise!” “What do you want Lila?” Marinette growled “Really? Has it been that long? Don’t tell me you’ve forgotten...“ “Best friend” Marinette remembers and it’s all so clear. This girl ruined her life “W-what...?” Lila cackled and walked to the door. Just as she was about to open the door, she said one last thing “You know, history repeats itself.” With that, she left. She already ruined Marinette’s life once, she wasn’t going to let it happen again.
"Marinette?" Tikki's high pitched voice rang in my ear. "Who is she?" She asked gently, rubbing the tears leaking from her eyes. That was when she realized that she was shaking very badly and sobbing heavily.
She stopped at once, Lila wasn't worth crying over, and she would make sure that history didn't repeat itself.
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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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sunnyratto · 16 days ago
i love sapphic enemies to lovers ships as much as the next person.
but i hate chlonette and/or chlogami
like chloe has been canonically racist to both marinette and kagami.
and yea i understand most of y’all are shipping marinette and kagami with FANON chloe over the canon, but come on guys. it feels very much like draco/hermione.
oppressor x oppressed never makes a good ship.
“they can change her” norr please. she needs to be changed. she needs her development. but let people she hasn’t been racist to help with that.
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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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lqdysminou · 18 days ago
chloe and marinette would make a chaotic duo
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