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miraculousl4dybug · 4 years

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Queen Bee vs. Ladybug and Noir Knight

Okay! This is for @nobodyfamousposts who won the contest @a-marlene-s held.

Here is the story you requested for winning, hope you like it.

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I frowned as Marinette pulled back. Is she alright?

“Sorry, I.. I don’t know why I did that.”

“Are you okay?”

“Yes, Thank you, Luka.”

I smiled, she’s so sweet.

“Oh, uh, by the way, did you find that perfect tune you were looking for?”

“I think I did, yeah, but are you sure you really want to hear it?”

I softened as she frowned.

“You’re still thinking of Adrien, aren’t you?”

It’s not a bad thing, she loves who she loves. I’ll respect that and happily stay her friend if that’s what she wants.

She looked away.

I smiled down at her, then blinked when I saw… buzzing yellow? Bees? Wasps? What….

“Marinette!” I grabbed her and ran.

Bolting down the street, her hand in mine.

“Oh no, not those things again!” She cried.

Her eyes shot to me briefly.

“Come on!”

Can we escape them? Is it possible?

“We have to take shelter.” She called.

I nodded.

She looked away and took a deep breath. Her song grew determined.

What is she?

“Tikki, Power up!”

I looked over to stare, a red blur snapped something blue out of the air and…. Was that a kwami!?

She pulled me now, towards the bridge boundary.

“Tikki! Spots on!”

My jaw dropped. I almost stopped.

She grabbed me and jumped. We fell to the water.

She placed her yo-yo put in front of my mouth as we hit the water.

Marinette is Ladybug!

She looked at me sheepishly now.

“You can’t tell anyone!” She blurted, “Seriously, you can’t- you can’t-”

She started hyperventilating.

“I would never. Not in a million years. Your secret is safe with me Marinette.”

She stared for a long minute, then nodded.

“Thank you, Luka.”

I nodded.

“But now…. I should’ve known there was more to Hawkmoth’s plan.”

“It’s okay, since you’re ladybug you know I’m Viperion. I’ll help you however I can.”

She smiled, “Thank you. The battle isn’t over now!”

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“Your indecision is hurtful Adrien.”

He looked away.

It is hurtful, he keeps changing his mind, it seems almost like he’s leading me on. Using me as a backup. It hurts.

I jolted as something small and yellow, oh no, an akuma!

It reached Adrien before I could stop it. His eyes turning yellow.

Then everything went black.

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I watched gleefully as miracle queen called the miraculous wielders to us. Hopefully Ladybug and Chat Noir got stung too.

But regardless, ladybug will be deprived of all her allies now.

I watched some boy I don’t know, that reporter for the Ladyblog, my son’s idiotic friend, some boy I don’t know, and the Tsurugi girl.

What a strange group.

But then my heart nearly stopped, my son. Adrien was a miraculous holder!?

If I do anything to stop the current plan and move him away then everyone will know my identity.

Okay, it doesn’t matter. It’ll be fine, we’re going to win anyways. Adrien will understand when I’m done. It doesn’t matter what happens in the meantime.

“Why such ridiculous choices! Anyways, grab your miraculous.”

The reporter girl grabbed the fox.

The first unknown boy grabbed the horse.

The second unknown boy grabbed the monkey.

My son grabbed the snake.

The last two, my son’s idiotic friend and the Tsurugi girl simply stood there.

“Why don’t they grab any?”

“Maybe because they don’t have any!”

“Or,” I murmured, “Someone is already wearing them.”

She ignored me, “Come on, hurry up and transform, my pawns!”

Drama queen more like.

“Trixx, let’s pounce.” Rena Rouge.

“Kalkki, Full gallop.” Pegasus.

“Xuppu, Showtime.” Roi Singe

“Sass, Scales slither.”

I stared in confusion at my son, that’s not Viperion. Then… who’s viperion? And why did my son take that miraculous?

“You were once Ladybug and Chat Noir’s minions, but from now on, you will be Miracle Queen’s Royal Guard!”

They bowed.

“Ladybug, Chat Noir, I’m gonna use your own weapons to defeat you. You’ll so regret not choosing me!”

I left to Mayura.

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“I’m worried Luka. I was never able to give my guardian and master back the dragon miraculous. And now… He’s gone and I need him.”

“it’s okay, we can find-“

“Ladybug!”

I stared at another kwami swimming rapidly towards us. Oh dear, is that a cat?

And it held the black cat miraculous.

“Chat Noir has been stung, I managed to grab the miraculous and get away. Who’s this?”

“I’m Luka…”

“Cool, well, did the Master say anything when you returned the dragon?”

“I didn’t get the chance! He’s gone and… I tried, he’s missing.”

The kwami looked worried.

“Okay, one second. Hold this.”

He dropped the ring in her hand and zipped up.

We stood there for a minute before the cat came back down.

“Okay so, bad news. Hawkmoth got the miracle box, and the Master is desperately holding his shield against Mayura and Hawkmoth.”

“Oh no, this is all my fault, I didn’t transform back before going to find him and-“

“Oh bug,” the cat kwami moved over to her, “It’s not. In fact, it’s probably a good thing. If they were following you to find him then if you’d transformed back, they would’ve learned your identity.”

Both of our eye’s widened.

“That would’ve been bad. But it’s okay then now. All we have to do is save the Master before Hawkmoth and Mayura break through! And if anyone has the knowledge and skill to do that, it’s you Mari- Ladybug.” I stared at her earnestly, trying to convey the faith I have in her.

She peeked up, swallowing before nodding.

Then threw her arms around me, “Thank you Luka. You always know just what to say.”

I smiled, hugging her back. “How could I not have complete faith in you. No matter if you’re in the mask or out, you always do your best to do good. I don’t know how I didn’t know who you were sooner, you’re the only one that could be kind enough to be Ladybug.”

She squeaked, burying her head in my shoulder.

“We can do this Ladybug.”

She pulled back with a nod.

“Okay, now we have to free them from Miracle Queen. You don’t have a miraculous, we should fix that. You work best with the snake, but…”

She stared at the ring in her hand, “Plagg, would you mind having a temporary wielder, until we can get the snake back?”

The little kwami hummed, zipping in front of me.

“I suppose he’s alright, could be worse.” He moved around me. “Alright, I’ll allow it. He can use my Miraculous until we get my cat back.”

She beamed, “Thank you Plagg.”

She now turned to me with a serious expression.

“Luka Couffaine, this is the Miraculous of the black cat. I am giving it to you for this battle and this battle only. When we have finished, you will return this miraculous to me. Do you understand?”

I nodded, “I understand. You can count on me Ladybug.”

“Plagg, power up.” She held out another blue thing that Plagg ate, changing his appearance? He now had a tail and fins.

Plagg swam in front of me, “Say Plagg, Claws Out.”

“Plagg… Claws Out!”

The energy that flowed over me was different from the creeping slither of Sass’s. This power was chaotic, energizing. It felt like I could take on the world.

I smiled at Marinette, Ladybug, as I felt the uniform settle.

“You look great!” She said.

I glanced down to note the boots, the green highlights on the suit, the chains hanging loose, I moved my arms, I like the jacket that came with it, open, with bright green for chest with deep black plating. I like it. The bright green isn’t too much, and it goes well with the black. I felt the mask on my face and the ears on my head. This’ll work.”

She smiled, “Now we have to save the others.”

I nodded, Ladybug’s got this. And I’ll help however necessary.

“Then we can defeat Mayura, Hawk Moth, and his sentimonster. But first we’ve gotta neutralize those wasps so we can get out of the water. If we get stung, it’s all over.”

Luka smiled, “Sounds like you have a plan.”

She grinned, “Yep, I’m gonna make it easy for us.”

She put a necklace on. I watched curiously as a ? Dragon? Came out.

“Alright, how does that work then?” I asked.

“I’m ready to fight Ladybug!” The little dragon kwami said.

She smiled at me, “Up we go.”

“When we reach the surface say Claws in, it’ll get rid of the powerup so you can fight normally.”

“Claws in!”

“Spots off!”

“Tikki, Long, Unify!”

I watched in awe as the black and gold swept up her body, leaving her in a cooler outfit then her normal one. Plus, a sword.

The two of us flipped, heading towards land.

“Water Dragon!”

An orb of water surrounded us.

Okay, that’s really cool. Marinette really is amazing.

We hit the ground, the orb of water expanding to cover the other controlled heroes and pushing Chloe back.

“Ladybug! And hey, you’re not Chat!”

Ladybug smirked, “It’ll be Dragonbug to you Chloe.”

I nodded, then realized I need a name.

“I’m- I’m the Noir Knight.” I nodded, “I’m Noir Knight, here to guard Ladybug.”

“A few extra powers aren’t going to save you, you know.”

We both looked up to see Hawkmoth.

“In a few moments when the old guardian is too weak and his shield is broken, I’ll force him to tell me your secret identities. And it will all be thanks to Ladybug! She led you all to your doom!”

Marinette frowned, her song filled with worry. The pain in her eyes…

“He’s trying to divide you! Don’t listen to him! Ladybug! I chose you for a reason. And I trust your judgement.”

A voice I don’t recognize.

Well, “You’re wrong Hawkmoth!” I called, “Ladybug is kind and helpful. She’s risked everything for this city time and time again. You tried to follow her to find out her identity, but you failed at that. You might have found the Master, but you failed to find Ladybug! And that’s the important thing! We will stop you, because Ladybug is here and I’m here to help her. It doesn’t matter what you say or do! You can’t win against her!”

She stared at me, her eyes wide.

Then she smiled, her song alight with joy and determination.

“It’s us against the world Noir Knight.”

I smiled, “Whenever you need me.”

We turned back, “I fight with Ladybug!”

“Welcome to your doomsday, Hawkmoth!”

“Urgh, It’s time to take action my queen!”

“Guards! En Guard!”

The four heroes started using their powers, mirage, uproar, voyage, and… second chance.

That’s the one I need. I need Sass back.

“Right, Knight, Aspik is the most dangerous with second chance. You focus on him.”

She flashed me a smile, “You’ve got this, you know his powers better than him.”

I nodded, “Understood, you be careful Ladybug.”

She nodded, and both of us moved in.

Her sword out and yo-yo drawn she was already able to counter the controlled heroes.

I raised my hand, “Cataclysm!”

I charged towards Aspik, kicked him back.

I charged towards Aspik, kicked at him, grabbed his hands and yanked.

“I got it!” Ladybug grabbed his wrist, and the bracelet was off. A flash of light and Adrien and Sass were there.

“Alright Knight!” She called, “It’s your turn!”

She tossed me the bracelet and I grinned.

“Sass! Scales Sllither!”

The familiar power of Sass surged over me. The mask sharpened, the Jacket gained a scale pattern. The bright green changed to Sass’s aqua shade. A diamond appeared on my chest. The boots became more streamlined.

Perfect.

“Second Chance!”

Better safe than sorry.

I swiped out two illusions, noticing behind Dragonbug another figure.

“Dragonbug, behind you!”

She sliced through the illusion in front of her then shot her yo-yo through the figure behind, only to falter when it was an illusion too, and Roi Singe caught her yo-yo.

Roi Singe tapped his Uproar item to it, and the water disappeared.

Not good.

I quickly set us back to the beginning.

“They’re all illusions Dragonbug!”

I charged forward, noting the hole appearing, just barely rolled to the side, grimacing.

“Dragonbug keep your yo-yo in hand!”

I jumped, kicking Roi Singe back, pulled the baton out to hit him hard. He slammed against the water barrier.

I grabbed his staff and his uproar item.

“Dragonbug, there!”

I pointed towards where Miracle Queen was. A crazy idea coming to mind.

If it messes up Dragonbug’s power so thoroughly with just a touch to her yo-yo, not even her, I just need to hit Miracle Queen.

She opened a hole and I threw the staff through. Ignoring her laugh I sent the uproar item through next.

The bee/wasp things exploded into confetti.

Dragonbug let the water shield fall. Sending her yo-yo out to grab Miracle Queen she dragged her to us.

I quickly grabbed the now discoball source of her power with my Cataclysm.

Dragonbug is great at figuring out the plan.

The other three that were under control quickly straightened.

“Longg, Tikki, Divide.”

Longg split off of her, she smiled at him.

I nodded though, best I copy her.

“Sass, Plagg, Divide.” I caught Sass as he came off, smiling gently.

He winked at me.

“No more evil doing for you, little akuma. It’s time to de-evilize!”

She flicked her yo-yo out, snapping up the akuma. “Gotcha.”

“Bye bye little butterfly.”

Chloe changed back to normal, or well, changed by to Queen Bee.

I turned to look at Hawkmoth, best keep an eye on the enemy.

He laughed, letting out another akuma.

Chloe lit up, grabbing for the akuma.

How dare she!

Ladybug caught the akuma, purifying it as well.

“Hawkmoth is our enemy, Chloe. He can’t get ahold of the Miracle Box!”

I glared at Chloe, “How dare you. This is willingly working with him. A terrorist.”

“Well I’m not on your side anymore!”

“So then you’re a terrorist.”

She glared, “You didn’t want me. How many times did I ask to fight alongside you? And how many times have you refused to give me back my Miraculous. How many huh?”

My glare intensified. “It’s not YOUR Miraculous.”

She glared at me, “Hawkmoth isn’t my enemy, he’s yours! And the Miracle Box is mine!”

“He’s an enemy of the city! Of the country! Siding with him, Chloe you’re a criminal. You’ll be arrested for this!”

Ladybug nodded, “Chloe!”

Chloe ignored us, sitting down and opening the box.

She started to put on all the jewelry, a necklace, a hair pin, a bracelet thing, a ring, a nose ring, an anklet, another necklace.

“No Chloe don’t do that!”

“Oh yes I am, I’m going to be the most powerful Miraculous wielder there ever was!”

Hawkmoth’s laughter in the background only made me angrier.

This spoiled brat thought that she could get away with literal terrorism? That there would be no consequences of this.

I glanced down at my baton.

Hmm.

I hit record.

“I don’t even need to do anything! I knew you were one of us, Chloe Bourgeois!”

Chloe laughed madly, throwing her arms out.

“Well, what are you waiting for? Transform me!”

The kwamis seemed entirely unimpressed.

“She doesn’t even know our names!”

“You didn’t give the right commands!”

“Or say please for that matter.”

“I am your queen!” She cried, “The queen of the Miraculous! I command you to tell me how to proceed!”

I frowned as my ring beeped, I don’t have much time left.

“Then the Guardian will be at my mercy!”

I glanced back at Hawkmoth, well, that’s going great.

“Your friends are about to transform back! You’re on your own. Checkmate, Ladybug.”

Her eye’s narrowed, she scanned the area and nodded.

“I still have one move left Hawkmoth,” She flashed a smile at me.

“Lucky Charm!”

She threw her yo-yo up, a blur of ladybugs and a keyring fell into her hand.

She frowned, “A keyring? What am I supposed to do with this?”

She looked around frowning.

Hawkmoth laughed some more.

I don’t really hate people, but I think I can make an exception for Hawkmoth. And Chloe.

“Nothing! There’s nothing you can do! My plan was perfect! You can’t beat me!”

I squinted.

He sucks.

She looked around more, before turning to me.

“I can’t figure it out!”

“It’s okay Ladybug. Take a deep breath, center yourself, then focus. You’ve got this. You’re the smartest girl I know.”

She breathed in slowly, then let out the breath. Closing her eyes, she just breathed for a moment.

Then she looked around again.

Her expression faltered when she saw the Master again.

“I-“

“Hey,” I stepped closer, gently holding her shoulders, “Look at me. Nothing else. Just me. It’s okay.”

“But it’s my fault. If I hadn’t forgotten to de-transform.”

“Then Hawkmoth might’ve found out your identity and found the Master.”

“But- I- It’s my fault. I’m the worst Ladybug to ever exist!” She dropped against my chest.

“No Ladybug,” The Master called down, “You are the best Miraculous holder I’ve ever met. You made mistakes, but who hasn’t? What matters is to fix them. And you always, always miraculously knew how to fix everything, right?”

“But what should I do Master!?”

“You hold all the keys Ladybug. You always have. And you will be the most magnificent of the Guardians.”

“What!?” Hawkmoth snapped.

“Master!” The Kwamis cried.

“No!”

“Don’t do it!”

“I, Want Fu, hereby relinquish the Miracle Box and name Ladybug the new Guardian!”

My eyes widened what-

He lit up with white light.

The miracle box in front of Chloe lit up as well, a blur of light as it changed form.

An egg of Red with Black spots, though it looked… off.

The Master’s transformation ended, the egg dropped from the air, landing in Chloe’s hands.

“No! It’s my Miracle Box, MINE! I’m the Guardian! I’m the Queen!”

Selfish brat.

“Hawkmoth! Tell him to give me my box back!”

Hawkmoth turned away, scooping up Mayura. The Sentimonster started away.

My eyes narrowed.

“I’ll go after them, you grab the box.”

She nodded, “Good luck.”

I tried to follow, but the Sentimonster was too fast. I wouldn’t be able to catch up. Better I go back to Ladybug. In case she needs any help, however unlikely.

I returned in time to see her take the bee back from Chloe, and to hear Chloe yell about leaving with ‘mummy’.

I landed by Ladybug as the spoiled brat stomped off.

“Sorry, I couldn’t catch them. But, Chloe can’t get away with this.”

She looked away, “I know.”

I nodded.

We both quickly turned to leap up to the Master.

“Master,” she cried, crouching beside him, “Master wake up!”

She let out a half sob, I crouched beside her, touching her shoulder.

“Master? Master? Please…” she whispered.

He groaned.

The little kwami suddenly swept behind ladybug. Why did it-

“Oh, Such pretty costumes. Who are you.”

I felt Ladybug’s horror.

“Oh no,” I whispered, “Did he… did he lose his memory?”

The kwami pressed against Ladybug’s back.

“It’s the rule of the Guardians. Their memory gets erased when they pass on the box, to protect the secret identities of the Miraculous holders.”

“It’s all good,” Marinette said, her smile hiding the pain that her song held, “We’re friends sir.”

“Well, nice to meet you!” The Master said.

“Goodbye, Master.” The kwami whispered, dropping as his song ached with longing and sadness.

“Wait, Ladybug,” I turned to her, “You still have to cast the cure.”

She perked up, “Do you think-“

“I don’t know, I don’t know enough about the Miraculous. But it might be possible.”

“Of course.”

She pulled out the keychain that really did nothing for anyone.

“Miraculous Ladybug!”

The ladybugs swarmed around us, around the city.

“Master! Do you remember me?”

The hope in her song was almost painful.

“I’m sorry to disappoint you, young lady, but this is the first time I’ve ever set eyes on you.”

The crash was hard. I might not know him, but he was Ladybug’s Master, and it’s clear that she loves him dearly.

The pain in her song, the resignation. I took her hand, trying to offer comfort.

“Yes, of course.”

“I guess since he did it to himself, and it had nothing to do with Chloe…”

“My magical ladybugs couldn’t do anything.” She whispered.

“It’s a shame you threw such a pretty keyring away.” The Master said, “I could’ve used it for my key. They were matching too.”

Ladybug gasped.

I blinked, oh, that’s what the keyring was for.

She smiled at him. “Thank you.”

We helped him down, then de-transformed back at the park.

“Thank you Luka.” She said, putting Longg’s Miraculous back in the box.

I handed her the snake Miraculous.

She stared at it for a long moment, before shaking her head.

“No, you were a huge help today.”

Plagg nodded, “Yeah, you did good for a first time cat.”

She locked eyes with me.

“Luka Couffaine, will you accept the duty of holding and guarding the snake Miraculous, putting it’s safety above your own, and use it to defend this city in times of need?”

I gasped, staring for a long moment before I swallowed. Nodding.

“I will.”

She needs me, I won’t let her down.

“Then Luka, you will keep Sass with you, reveal him to nobody, and when you are called, come to aid the city.”

She smiled, tears gathering.

“I’ll stand by you now and forever Marinette.”

“Thank you.” She lunged forward to hug me, “Thank you.”

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thefandomsinhalor · 3 years

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Title: Let Your Heart Be Light

Author: thefandomsinhalor

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: Castiel/ Dean Winchester

Summary:

On Christmas Eve, five-year-old Dean meets a boy of the same age, named Castiel. With every passing year, their friendship blossoms, and soon, Dean knows that he is drawn to his friend more deeply he’d like to admit.

The question is: will he do something about it before it’s too late?

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(I will update throughout the month)

Read Chapter One below :)

Chapter One: Thursday, December 24th, 1998

“Dean, honey, what do we say?”

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome! Ho-ho-ho!”

The man pretending to be Santa Claus amicably bopped Dean’s head before walking away to the next couple of children standing by, awaiting their present.

Yes, Dean Winchester, despite being five-year-old, wasn’t fooled by this imposter. He knew this man couldn’t possibly be the real one.

It was quite simple, really. It was late afternoon, he hadn’t climbed down the chimney, nor had he any cookie or milk laid out for him.

And then, there was the gift in question.

Dean didn’t want to seem ungrateful, as he knew his mother wouldn’t like it, but he had been very specific in his letter to Santa.

And there was no way this flat, though large, box contained the very intricate race track set he had begged for.

But that was fine. As he had concluded, this man wasn’t Santa. He was just pretending. Like the one at the mall. Or the one near the video store.

No. The real Santa was yet to come.

“Don’t you want to know what you got?” his father asked him.

Glancing around him, Dean realized that nearly every child had already torn open the wrappings and were enjoying their Christmas surprises. Fire trucks. Coloring books. Dolls and soldier toys. Even Sammy, sitting on his mother’s lap, was hugging a cute teddy bear.

Feeling the stare of both his parents on him, Dean began tearing off the metallic blue and silver wrapping, which had snowflakes of various shapes on it, and was left staring at his present, puzzled once he had opened the box.

He had no idea what he was looking at. It was a thin layer of material, of a bright yellow color, with adorable bees depicted on it, stretched across a wooden frame, and a string attached to it.

“Oooh, that’s nice,” said Mary gleefully.

Noticing his confused state, John asked him, “Do you know what this is, Dean?”

Frowning, he shook his head at his father.

“It’s a kite,” he said kindly. “You make it fly.”

Dean lowered his eyes to look at his present again.

“Like in Mary Poppins,” said Mary. “You remember?”

He nodded.

“Next time we go to the park,” said John, “we’ll try it. Or even when we visit Uncle Bobby. He certainly has the open fields around his house for it.”

A grown-up, one of many present swarming around in the house, then called out to Dean’s parents. It was a nice lady named Tamara who smiled at Dean and wished him Merry Christmas.

“Isaac is somewhere in the parlor talking with Rufus and Bill Harvelle. They were asking for you, John,” she said to Dean’s father.

“Bill?” said Mary. “Did he and Ellen bring little Joanna with them?”

“That’s what he said. I was just on my way to find them.”

Keeping Sam in her arms, Mary stood up from her seat, scanning the room for her friend.

“I’ll go check on Isaac and the others, and then I’ll catch up with you to see Ellen and the baby,” said John, smiling at his wife’s eagerness to see the newborn. He then turned to his son. “Do you want to say hello with me, Dean? Or would you prefer going with Mom, Sammy and Tamara?”

Dean shrugged. Talking to grown-ups wasn’t exactly what he considered a thrilling activity. Of course, there were exceptions.

Due to his lack of enthusiasm, however, his mother then suggested, “How about you stay here with the other children?”

Another questionable prospect, thought Dean.

Most of the kids in the living room, laughing and playing with their new toys, seemed much older than he was.

And more importantly, he didn’t really know any of them.

The celebration, which Dean and his family were taking part in that day, had been hosted by Mr. Donatello Redfield, one of Dean’s neighbors.

Except for when John had raked his lawn in the fall, a task dutifully assisted by Dean—though he had mainly played in the pile of dead leaves while his father had done most of the work—Dean hadn’t had much interaction with Mr. Redfield.

He remembered that he had been very generous at Halloween when he and Sam had stopped by his house. Mr. Redfield had given them enormous delicious candy bars. And Dean also recalled him letting him taste his spicy chicken wings on the Fourth of July, in the previous summer.

But nothing much beyond that, and especially during Christmastime. For reasons unknown to Dean, Mr. Redfield didn’t make a fuss of the holidays. He typically travelled somewhere exotic and returned home in the new year with a sunburn on his nose.

This year, however, had been different. For health-related reasons, or so Dean had heard, Mr. Redfield had been recommended to pause his travels, and given his holiday habits, many of his concerned neighbors feared he would feel lonely and had wanted to keep him company.

So, due to numerous dotting neighbors, friends and colleagues showing up at his doorstep throughout the months of November and December, Mr. Redfield had decided to host a Christmas family-friendly party on Christmas Eve to thank everyone.

His first ever.

The crowd was merry. Laughter and cheers from children and adults alike filled the entire house.

But despite the jolly vibe in the air and the numerous children present, Dean hadn’t been too keen on exploring on his own.

When he told his parents why that was, his mother said, “That’s a good thing, sweetie. It means you can make a new friend. Okay?”

Assessing his mild hesitation, after he had glanced apprehensively at the other children, she pointed out that he had nothing to worry about and that if he was shy, he could start by joining another of their neighbors. For example, Mrs. Missouri, a kind and generous woman, was comfortably sitting in a rocking chair, telling a story to a few children gathering around her, and listening with attention and with wide eyes, near the fireplace.

Suddenly determined to prove that he was not shy, Dean shook his head and said, “I’ll go play with the others, first.”

Even if he really wanted to say hello to Missouri as well.

“Alright, buddy. Do you want me to hold this for you while you do that?” said his father, pointing at his kite, but Dean expressed that he wanted to keep it with him.

And without further ado, young Dean turned on his heels and joined the group of children, searching for a new friend.

He was briefly tempted to approach a joyous girl with a blond ponytail and a sheriff’s hat that was too big for her. She was laughing with her friend who had a very strange haircut. His hair was very short in the front, but really long in the back. They were playing Connect Four, which Dean enjoyed playing.

He changed his mind, however, when a bunch of older children swooped by, running around, taking a lot of space.

Feeling somewhat intimidated by them, Dean briefly glimpsed back to the spot where his parents and his brother had been a moment ago.

But they were no longer present, as he knew they wouldn’t be.

He swallowed hard and decided to go near the large window across the room to avoid the bigger kids. He kneeled next to the Christmas tree, taking in the overwhelming scent of pine and cinnamon, and observed the room from this new angle, holding on tightly to his kite.

Everyone else seemed to know each other and blissfully occupied themselves with their toys.

Which made sense, thought Dean, as their toys could be enjoyed in their current environment.

Unlike Dean’s.

“Hello.”

Dean looked up.

A boy his age and height, with bright blue eyes and thick, wavy dark hair, was suddenly standing right in front of him. He was wearing a green knitted sweater with an angel on it and his socks were different colors.

“Hi.”

“Do you want one?” the boy asked politely.

He was holding a square box against him with one hand.

And then, Dean’s eyes fell on what the boy was presenting him with his other hand.

Star-shaped sugar cookies.

“For me?”

The boy nodded.

After Dean accepted his generous offer, the boy sat next to him and they both ate their treats next to each other.

“What did you get?” he asked Dean, nodding at what he was holding.

Pursing his lips, Dean showed him his kite. Expecting the boy to be as disappointed as he was, he was then stunned to see the boy’s eyes widen.

“You’re so lucky,” he told him.

“You think so?”

“I like bees,” he said, after nodding. “And kites are fun.”

“I’ve never had one before.” Eyeing the box that the boy had rested next to him, he said, “What’s yours?”

And the boy slid himself closer to Dean to show him.

Right next to him.

They delicately opened the box together.

And to Dean’s delight, the boy retrieved a giant rainbow slinky.

“Whoa! That’s so cool. Can we play with it?”

“You like it?”

His eyes glued to it in adoration, Dean nodded.

“Do you want it?”

Young Dean blinked. “What?”

“We can exchange, if you want.”

“Really?”

And moments later, both boys were content with their new presents. Dean certainly believed that he had gotten the better end of that deal. At that thought, a mild pit grew in his stomach, not unlike when he sometimes lied to his mother about brushing his teeth.

Feeling uneasy that he had perhaps taken advantage of his new friend’s generosity, he asked him, “Are you sure you don’t want the slinky? It’s really fun and the colours are nice. It was yours first. I—if you changed your mind, it’s okay.”

But the adorable boy in question did not mind. In fact, he informed Dean that the main reason why he was so keen on having the kite was because his brother had one of his own. So now, he would be able to accompany him to the park without having to constantly ask him to share.

Reassured—not to mention, very glad to know he could keep his rainbow slinky—Dean said, “I have a brother too. He’s younger than me.”

“I have more than one brother. I have three. They’re all older than me.” The boy hadn’t said it with as much enthusiasm as Dean had. His brief morose expression disappeared though, and a warm grin spread on his face when his eyes met Dean’s.

His bright blue eyes staring back at him.

“What’s your name? I’m—” started saying the other boy, but he was cut off by an impeccably dressed teenager, who had stopped right in front of them.

“Castiel, there you are. Come, now. We have to go.”

Dean’s new friend shook his head vehemently at the teen. “No. I want—I just made a friend. Can I stay a little longer? Please?”

“Aunt Naomi said we have to leave now or we’ll be late.”

“Michael, please? I’ll—”

“She asked me to find you. I found you, now come on.”

“Michael,” hissed a woman. “It’s time to go—Gabe, stop! You’re making me dizzy.”

A child with sandy hair, not much older than Dean and Castiel, was running relentlessly around her, chortling and unspent.

“Castiel, say goodbye.” And his brother presented him his hand, signalling to him that he had to leave immediately.

He turned facing Dean and said softly, “Goodbye.” And added, waving at him, “Thank you for the kite. I love it.”

“Bye.” And Dean thanked him as well.

He watched his new friend walk away towards his family members, a large group, mostly consisting of older kids and adults, and disappeared through the crowd.

Feeling lonely once more, Dean was suddenly sad when he realized that he never had the chance to tell him his name.

He comforted himself, however, that he had caught the boy’s name and was eager to tell his parents of his new friend and the very first Christmas present he had ever received from a friend.

And that was the day Dean had met his best friend Castiel Novak. His best friend of many years to come. And one day, perhaps, something more.

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(where I will update throughout the rest of the month)

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quarantine-writer · 4 years

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Why do stray cats follow me? P. 3

I know it doesn’t look like it yet, but this is a (really slow burn) MariChat story. Please don’t hate me.

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Adrien’s day had been tired so far. It started at 6 am with Gorilla waking him up.

“Where’s Nathalie?” He said, with his eyes still semi closed.

“... Not coming today.”

Adrien had a well-balanced, lonely, and healthy breakfast. At 7 am he was already in Pont de Bir-Hakeim for the ‘City Life Collection’ photo shoot of this year. Vincent was talking to the Art Director about locations and special lighting for the shoots when he spotted him.

“Adrien, you’re already here! Go to make up and dress yourself up with combo number 4 first.”

Walking to the dresser he saw Lila with the hair stylist and saluted them from afar. He already knew she was going to be there. For some reason unknown to him, his father agreed on three photo shoots with her. This was barely the second. And because she was good at it, it wouldn’t surprise him that she will eventually sign up for more.

Six long hours passed, and they were done. To celebrate, everyone in the set ate lunch together. Lila was stuck by his side and he didn’t push her off, to be fair, she wasn’t doing anything wrong to anyone that day, so he tried (and failed) to have fun as well. He meant it when he talked to her: they could be ‘friends’ but there was a limit to how much he will be able to endure, specifically if she insisted on hurting his friends.

"Adrien, do you want to go to somewhere else and enjoy the rest of the day with me?”

“Thank you, Lila, but I can’t”

“If it is because of your father, maybe I can talk to him?”

“I had plans with Nino today, but they got cancelled because Father wants me to practice a new song for an upcoming event. I don’t think his opinion will change.”

“Oh... okay, later then.”

Adrien entered his car without offering her a ride, Gorilla closed the door and Adrien lowered down the window. “Yes, later. Have a nice day, Lila”

“Bye!” Lila said and Gorilla started the engine and the car moved away from her, who kept waving goodbye until they disappeared in the next corner.

And it was true. Nino wanted to show him how to breakdance and he really wanted to learn, he didn’t specify with his father about the plans, but Gabriel Agreste had a sixth sense when it comes to letting him have fun with friends. Suddenly the day before he was informed that there will be an event host by the Tsurugi family next month and he was supposed to play a couple songs during the evening: “Painted” and “River Flows in You”, both from Yiruma.

He already knew the second one by heart. It was one of her mother’s favorites.

So, he returned to the mansion and started to practice the first one. For the first two hours he was practicing seriously. The third hour he recorded himself to create a loop that would be played later when Chat Noir went out to play.

Gorilla appeared at his door around two hours and a half later to give him some food. He returned the empty dishes just before going out. His recording had a very elaborate edit of his very best try, looped three times, and then a couple recordings with errors here and there. If his father came when the errors were being played, he won’t disturb. If he went when the recording was sounding perfect and realize he still was playing, he won’t interrupt neither. Nobody will enter his room in the next 3 hours, probably. It was almost 5 pm.

“Plagg, claws...”

“Wait!” Plagg interrupted him mid-sentenced.

“Plagg?”

“First you shush me because you are recording and now you suddenly transform without saying a word? What happened to your manners kid?”

“Sorry Plagg, but I didn’t have any recording of that song, and I really wanted to go out.”

Plagg was still playing hard. Floating with both arms crossed in front of Adrien’s face “Where are we going today?”

“I don’t know... anywhere else but here.” Plagg was still with his tiny arms crossed, clearly upset for being ignored. “But I’m sorry bud, do you want extra cheese before going out today? Or do you want to stay? We can play video games if you want.”

Adrien would probably never realize how much Plagg loved him. He dropped his arms and decided to go lie down to the blonde’s head so he couldn’t see his face. Adrien moved something inside Plagg with his suggestion to stay home to make him, the God of Destruction, feel better when clearly Adrien just wanted to run away. “Nah, I ate the emergency supplies when you were recording. I’m fine if I got three extra cheeses when we return”

Adrien pet Plagg’s head over his head with a smile “You are incorrigible buddy. Plagg, claws out!”

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To be honest, she woke up that morning thinking that her day was going to be exhausting.

But here she was, smiling, hugging Luka’s back on the way home, resting her head on him. Both were on his bicycle, carrying an empty box behind.

Luka smelled like lavender, probably because of the cloth softener in his house, but it recalled her freedom and peace. And she just wanted to keep hugging him all day.

It has been an awesome day so far. She woke up late but on time to meet Luka. She stayed very late the previous day dividing the gifts by types. Sweaters, scarfs, gloves, hats, everything was also divided by colors. She tagged everything, unwrapped it and put it into bags, and those bags into a box.

Luka gently carried her around Paris to deliver the clothes into a couple charities for homeless. They got lunch together by the Seine. They saw street performers by the Eiffel Tour doing brake-dance and a couple mimes playing with kids.

Luka bought her a smoothie and they walk down the Jardin des Tuileries while talking about everything and nothing at the same time.

When they passed near Notre Dame, he told her he would like to show her his new progress with her melody, so she listened quietly the 2 minutes song on a bench next to him, watching the peaceful Parisians enjoying a sunny and beautiful Saturday.

Everything was lovely and colorful. So far, no Hawkmoth, no Chloé, no Lila, no stress, no danger. It was like a vacations day and she was up to live it full for what it last. Since the moment she opened her eyes she was waiting for the next akumatized person to show up and change her plans, but it was already 4:00 pm and Luka was successfully distracting her from her own thoughts.

Luka never asked her why she had so much male clothes, and even that small detail gave her peace at mind. He didn’t judge, he just listened.

There was a moment in which she was startled by a purple butterfly on Notre Dame. He immediately put himself on between them, with a fierce determination. But it was a regular butterfly. They laughed together by the realization but laughs stopped when he hugged her.

“I promise I will protect you with all I have if Hawkmoth dare to attack today”

And Marinette knew it was true, he has already done it after all, jumping to protect her from the bees last time. If Luka haven’t done that, who knows what would have happened to her that day.

It made Marinette immediately sad. It was horrible to know that thanks to Chloé: Luka will never be Viperion again, Alya couldn’t be Rena, Max couldn’t be Pegasus, Kim couldn’t be Roi Singe, Kagami shouldn’t be Ryuuko and Nino couldn’t be Carapace.

Of course, Luka thought she was suddenly sad because Marinette was scared for him. He caressed her cheek. “Don’t be sad, Marinette. If there’s something I’m scared of is not Hawkmoth, but to not being able to cheer you up when you are distressed”

Marinette hid her face in his chest.

“You want to talk about it?” He asked, softly.

“What do you think will happen if Hawkmoth wins?” she mumbled.

“That won’t happen. Paris has the best heroes on earth.”

“But what if” she insisted.

Luka meditated his answer for a couple seconds “Then everybody in Paris will help Ladybug and Chat Noir to get a proper revenge. If Hawkmoth ‘wins’ I’m sure everybody will fight along with them to help them restore everything back. Including us both. Am I right?”

Marinette let a little giggle escape her lips. “But of course, Luka”

“I can imagine you as a hero you know, brave, smart, beautiful”

Marinette blushed immediately “Ugh... stop. Don’t exaggerate”

“I am not!” he said, kissing her forehead. Marinette’s heart skipped a beat. “You will probably overshadow Ladybug. At least to my eyes.”

She didn’t immediately reply to that. She was feeling too many butterflies in her belly and even her neck was probably red right now. She covered her face with her hands and mumbled a quiet “Thank you”.

Luka released her from the hug and got on his bicycle again “Let’s go, I don’t want your parents to think I kidnapped you.”

And really, time flies. How come she already spent 8 hours with Luka without noticing it?

So here she was. In her way home, hugging Luka’s back and smiling while mumbling the melody he played for her a couple hours ago. Since the last battle she has spent countless hours talking to Tikki and the other kwamis, studying, learning about history and her new role responsibilities and thinking about strategies. She had been holding quite difficult discussions in her room lately. And she didn’t even have the chance to talk to Chat Noir yet.

So, it felt good to be able to relax today. She didn’t realize she needed a moment of peace that much.

She also didn’t notice Chat Noir jumping from rooftop to rooftop, but he did spot them and gave them a sincere smile from afar.

“Hey, Luka”

Marinette called him from behind when they were a couple streets from her home.

“Yes? Do you want me to stop?”

“No, just change directions please”

“Change directions? Where do you want to go?”

“Anywhere” She hugged him stronger. “If it is okay. I just want to stay a little more with you today. Just one more hour.”

Luka’s heart shrank and he almost lost control of the bicycle by Marinette sudden comment.

“Do you want to see the sunset from Sacre Coeur?” He asked.

“I would love to”

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Adrien arrived home before anyone noticed it and went downstairs to have dinner at the same time as always. His dad was unexpectedly waiting for him at the table.

“Father? What are you doing here?”

“I have some news to share with you, Son” Gabriel asked him to take a sit with his hand. Someone from the service staff served him a plate with onion soup, toasted bread and a glass of water.

When they were alone, his father started conversation again “As you know, Nathalie have not been feeling well lately”

“Is she sick again?” Adrien was looking at his food with a sad look. Something that was stressing him out lately was how much Nathalie’s condition resembled his mom’s.

“Yes, but there’s good news on that regard” Adrien raised his gaze with a hint of hope. “A doctor found out what was happening to her. She will be out for three weeks for recovery, but she will be cured”

“Really? That’s awesome!” Adrien stood up with energy and a smile from side to side, truly excited for the good news “What did she had?”

“Something related to her inner ear, which explains the dizziness. A minor surgery fixes it”

“Can we go and visit her?”

“She prefers not to. But you are welcome to find a gift if you want, for when she returns” His father kept his gaze busy on his tablet, probably still working.

“I will do it, thanks, Father”

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When Marinette closed the door of her room, Tikki flew in front of her with a smile.

“Marinette, did you have fun today?”

“Yes!” Marinette ran to the divan and laid there hugging a cat pillow, while giggling “Today was great, Tikki. I think I didn’t have this much fun in a while.”

“I’m glad” Tikki sat above the cat pillow.

“But as fun as the day was today,” Marinette sat down, letting the pillow aside and holding Tikki on her hands “We have work to do.” She climbed up the stairs of her bed and pull out the miraculous box out of her hidden spot.

She opened it and took the panjas bracelet, put it on and Roarr appeared in front of her. “Hi Guardian! Is it my turn today?”

Marinette giggled at the little kwami “Hello there, would you please be as nice as to help me to know you better?”

“I like peanuts!” Roarr answered fast “I don’t like when the weak is abused, I’m very protective”

“I know you can control the lighting of a place and reflect yourself to camouflage” Marinette was taking notes “I also know you take most of the decisions with Sass back in the box when Tikki and Plagg are out”.

“I have had only 13 permanent holders. Nothing compared to the others, so I’ve stayed most of my time taking care of the world inside the box”

“By what circumstances have you been handled to permanent holders?”

“I was stolen 4 times, 7 times I was needed to hide the order of the guardians, 1 time the guardian of the box preferred my powers to fulfill his job, you know, like Master Fu with Wayzz, and one time the Guardian of the box preferred the Pig miraculous, and give my miraculous to his lover so I can help to keep the box safe with her.”

Marinette stopped writing. “What?”

“What, what?”

“A Guardian share this secret with his lover?! Who was it?”

“It was many, many centuries ago” Roarr jumped from Marinette’s hand to her hair “The guardian was married when he was appointed to the task and he decided that the way to keep his family protected was to share the secret with Abelia.”

“Was it a good idea?”

“Many tragedies overcome his family. I know Abelia didn’t regret any.”

They chatted a bit more, Marinette did a pause to get her some peanuts, she showed her the room and what she liked to do and finally they wish each other sweet dreams after a couple hours of getting to know each other.

It was already after midnight and Marinette was already laid on bed when a noise called her attention.

“Ugh... again?”

She popped her head out and saw a watering can spinning on the floor. It stopped and a little kitty walked out there.

“What are you doing inside there, little buddy?” It was a brown kitty, smaller than the one she saw the other day, but this time the kitty didn’t run away the moment he heard her. It walked to the watering can again, searching for something. Marinette saw how he started to lick the metal, so she went out and pour him some water in a flowerpot base she saw near him.

The kitty followed her and started to drink water “Were you thirsty little one?” She couldn’t help it and pet his head a little. “Such a cutie”

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Gosh I’m the worst... I know this looks like a Lukanette (which I also love) but this is the most realistic turn I can take after that season finale! This is a Marichat story even if I haven’t prove it yet :) (please remember the sloow slowwww burn disclaimer from part 1)

#marichat #lukanette #ml fanfic #marinette deserves better #slow burn #my writing #marichat... eventually #after season 3 finale #lovesquare

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parental-tendencies · 4 years

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If you're still taking ego requests - How about the moment the Jim's decide to make X ego an honorary member of their Jim Family?

The Christening of Doctor Jim

I am so sorry this is so terribly late. my computer decided to come back to life, I discovered I can't write the Jims, and I still know nothing about practicing medicine. Y'all made writing the Jims look so easy I have been /mislead/.

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Maybe flipping over the stair railing wasn't Jim's best idea.

They had been in quick pursuit of a villainous intruder, hot on the heels of a fresh news-break. All over the halls they chased, Jim doing his best to narrate as Jim dashed along behind capturing the unfolding drama. When the interloper had disappeared into the living room, Jim had leaped to follow. The trespasser had escaped over the railing unscathed. Jim had... not. In fact, he was very scathed at the moment.

His ankle was sending throbbing waves of pain up his leg, his air was slipping far too fast from his lungs. He blinked harshly, but it was not enough to chase away the spots in his vision. His brother had dashed down the stairs to help him, even setting aside his precious camera. But he was nearly as panicked as his brother, without any idea of what to do.

Oh no, oh Jim- was this the end of the Jims?!

"What did you two do this time?" The doctor was standing in the entryway, white coat wrinkled and shadowy circles under his eyes. He must have just finished a shift at the hospital, where the Jims were certain he was baking mince pies for the cardiac patients.

"Oh, the doctor! this is truly the end of Jim! Jim, tell cousin Jim I'm the one that ate his raspberry toast last Tuesday." The doctor rubbed his eyes with a weary sigh, stepping further into the living room.

"I'm the doctor, let me decide if your dying or not."

"But I am! I hit my foot while trying to Jim, and I tore it off!" Jim turned his tunneling vision to his brother. "And the world's getting dim Jim!"

Jim's silent brother grabbed his flailing hand and wound their fingers together tightly, eyes misting as he watched his brother describe his dreadful plight.

The doctor seemed nonplussed by Jim's imminent demise. A by-product of his vast experience with death at his hospital, Jim assumed. "Which foot did you hit?"

Jim would have lifted his head to stare at the doctor with a look of shock, but he was getting dizzy. Was that a sign he was dying? "The one that's missing, of course! What other would it be?"

The doctor sent Jim a flat look, but it went unnoticed. "You have both feet."

"But the world is slipping away, getting darker with every second!"

"That's because your hyperventilating. Focus, take a deep breath, let it out slow."

Jim pulled in a breath with a frown, determined to show the doctor that he was indeed dying.

"Yeah, just like that. Do it again."

Jim continued to breathe spitefully. Where once he could only see a swathe of muted colors, he could now see the doctor kneeling by his feet.

Completely unrelated, Jim was sure.

"Which did you hit?"

"The right." Jim groused. Even if the could not see that Jim was clearly dying, surely the doctor should be able to tell which foot was missing!

Jim sucked in a harsh breath as the pain suddenly spiked. Why did the doctor insist in injuring his leg even further? He had already lost his foot! "Its sprained," the doctor nodded, grabbing his hand gently and pulling him upright. With a guiding look and leading nod, his brother mirrored the doctor and looped his arm over his shoulder, leveraging him upright before Jim could register the movement.

Great Jim, didn't they realize he only had one foot? That he was horribly, traumatically injured?! There was no way he could--

Standing wasn't as painful as he imagined, and when he finally gathered up the courage to look down, he saw why. Through some fantastical medical prowess he probably garnered from his internship work in Tibet, the doctor had reattached his foot. The ankle was reddened and slightly swollen, but his foot was back! What an outstanding development!

The doctor smacked Jim's shoulder blade, the intended impact lessened by the awkward angle of his new stance as crutch. "Don't stand on it you moron, that will make it worse," He took a deep breath before turning to his brother. Why he did that escaped Jim. "Make sure to ice it, and keep it elevated above his heart. Not just up on some pillows, above his heart, hear me?"

Well, that seemed simple enough. He could he manage that on his own! No need to bog down his brother with all those instructions. He still had that intruder to find after all. Speaking of which, they needed to find the trail again. Perhaps the kitchen-

"And don't let him walk on it." Jim pouted as his forward momentum was suddenly halted by the doctor's arm and frustrated order. "Get him to stay in bed for a while. We'll get him to your room and then I'm going to lock myself in mine and sleep for a week."

Slowly shuffling towards their room, Jim's elation grew. He had narrowly escaped a terrible permanent injury, all thanks to this brilliant doctor. What a glorious man! Such a kind gesture!

"I am deeply grateful for you reattaching my foot, Doctor Jim. I shall forever remember your wondrous act!"

"It wasn't- fine. Whatever. Why am I a Jim now?"

"Because you miraculously healed my grievous injury, and therefore assisted in our valiant chase of the dastardly intruder who lurks inside these halls at this very moment."

"That makes me a Jim?"

"Jim is our family name. You have been inducted thusly."

Doctor Jim stopped unexpectedly, his face hidden out of view of the twins.

"Your serious?"

"Of course! Family is a very serious matter to the Jims."

Doctor Jim remained still for another moment before once again moving down the hall, travelling in silence before he spoke again.

"What does this intruder look like anyway?"

We have managed to study our foe in great detail!, albeit from a distance. Devious black eyes, a yellow and black coat, and a strange gossamer apparatus upon his back. Six tiny little legs-"

"Wait, six legs?"

"Why yes, have you seen him? Did you happen to witness where-"

"The intruder was a bee?"