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“Yep… reject happiness.” Even at the time it had sounded a little out there to Magilou. She had wanted to please Melchior for ages, and she had done her training as well as she could up until that point. Everything had been going well. Then he’d thrown the one thing she wanted at her, illusion or not, and she had blown it all. Not that it really mattered in the end. She was happier now than she had been at the time.

Truth be told, she didn’t expect Adrien to really offer a lot in the way of condolences. What had happened to her happened a fairly long time ago. The sentiment would have been appreciated, sure, but she didn’t expect a simple ‘Sorry that happened’ or anything.

Her green gaze was upon him as she continued to walk, studying how he must have been thinking. It looked like she’d thrown a curveball at him with explaining the reality of her situation. Finally, though, he looked back at her and offered something in the way of words. He didn’t really know, huh. She didn’t either, to be completely honest. Her mouth opened, preparing to offer some sort of Magilou advice, when he broke the silence again.

That was right. The whole purpose of this walk was for him to show her the sights. They’d instead taken up that time just rambling one another another. Not that Magilou minded.

Up ahead was a very obvious tower. Magilou’s mouth opened in a soft o shape as she took it in. There were a lot of structures in that city, and even back home, but none quite like that one. She was impressed, suffice it to say.

“Wow…”

“So basically, if I get lost, look for that tower. And those are the heroes of the city, huh,” she said. She couldn’t help looking at the part of the statue that was a boy in a cat costume. She looked at him, then back at Adrien, and back to the statue again. There was a sort of resemblance, but not one that Magilou was confident enough in remarking on totally. Maybe it was just coincidence.

“So why the cat and ladybug aesthetic?” Magilou asked. “Don’t get me wrong. I love a good gimmick as much as the next girl. But it looks like they’re going for a good luck and bad luck motiff. Any particular reason?”

“That’s....” There were a lot of things that could be said about the prospect of rejecting happiness. But the most accurate, and probably best way to put it was: “.... dumb.” Not only did it go against their very nature to suppress emotions that naturally stirred in the gut, but it was a pointness endeavor that would only go so far as to eradicate the very thing that could motivate productivity! Without happiness, where would motivation be??

“What’s left, without happiness?” 

People like his Father, that was what was left without happiness. People like Magilou’s mentor, who only embraced the salty side of life. That didn’t sound like a good existence to him. 

It was almost funny to consider, a life without happiness. He doubted even things like the Eiffel Tower could be constructed without happiness. Although it was a job for most of those who constructed it, without happiness, could they even have gone through the process of putting it together? Without that prize at the end of the day, it all seemed dull in comparison.

“It’s definitely a good beacon to follow until you get used to your way around. I can’t say our traffic patterns are very organized. Our business districts and schools and whatever the case, we’re spread all over the place!” They didn’t keep businesses separated from private housing, etc. Where there was a need, that was where places sprung up. And some residences were inside of businesses! It seemed a delightfully disorganized mess, but once familiar with it all, there did indeed appear a method to the madness.

Adrien faced the statues, thinking it rather trippy to see them in the square like they were. He thought it said a lot that someone took the time to chisel out the figures in the stone for all to see. Things in the city had been bad enough to make their consistent appearance necessary.

“You got the gist of it.” He grinned. “Good and Bad luck, which here, traditionally, Ladybugs are good luck, and black cats are bad. Though not all who wielded these powers in the past have been represented like that.” The power reflected how the wielders felt. Personally Plagg hated the costume Adrien had imagined, but he didn’t have much choice in the matter.

As much as he promised to her not to be too much, Marinette was still a little on the fence of it considering how much of a romantic he really is. But yet, he was really willing to help her with this situation and he even stayed to listen to her troubles. She was very grateful about it, even when it really helped telling someone who didn’t really know of her crush. “Alright, as long as you promise. And…yeah, thanks for listening, Chat. It really means a lot to me.” Marinette smiled and waved him goodbye as he left her room. Things were quiet again until Tikki finally appeared from her hiding spot. 

“Wow…Marinette, I really didn’t think you were going to tell him that!” The surprised kwami said, gently patting her forehead. “I’m proud of you for being more open and accepting help too.” Marinette groaned, reaching for a pillow to scream in it before heaving a heavy sigh. “I know…I didn’t think I was either. But it’s…still a pretty big step. If Chat really is offering to help me, it can give me that big push not to screw things up this time!” She felt giddy yet scared, her heart was racing and so many thoughts swirled in her head. This was fine, right? It would only really initiate her honesty toward Adrien and really confess one day!

“Well then, I believe–” A sudden loud crash was heard outside, causing Tikki to stop her sentence and Marinette to sit up. She rushed to the balcony, seeing a bit of commotion already happening in the distance…where Adrien’s home is! “That doesn’t sound good…Tikki, spots on!” Marinette called upon the kwami, transforming instantly into Ladybug and pursued toward that direction. She wasn’t sure what it could be, but she couldn’t take the chance to just ignore what it is! Not too long for her arrival, already she was bewildered by the amount of tentacles sprawling around the property. “What in the world is this?!” exclaimed Ladybug. She wasn’t sure exactly how to enter considering the entrance was completely covered by them. She noticed the window where his bedroom was was still available, she could definitely enter there and rescue them out of there. 

Once she swung her way to that direction, Ladybug searched around, calling out for the model just in case he were in there. “I guess not…he’s probably somewhere else…!” She stormed out of the bedroom, seeing the slimy tentacles rapidly making its way around and swung her yoyo as defense to knock them back. “Adrien! Mr. Agreste! Is anyone around here?”

The tentacles were everywhere, coming from so many different directions, Adrien couldn’t even fathom a guess where the main body was located. It took timing and.... well, he would say GOOD luck to find a second to slip into the house. One wrong move would have seen him crushed under the weight of one of those slithering appendages. He ran and slid inside, regaining his feet as quickly as possible. 

“Father!” He called, though with the amount of noise circulating the house, it was doubtful he would be heard. The likelihood of his father being somewhere inside was high---

His Father rarely left the house those days, only during events that required his physical presence. But even then, with technology embracing a more digital attendance, those instances had honestly grown few and far between. His first instinct was to run to his office, but even when the appendages lifted to permit him access, they left a slippery slimy residue behind that made movement difficult!

He couldn’t let that stop him though.

He had eyes toward the direction he needed to go ONLY, his brain unable to process the incident in any other way in his panic to get to his Father. He wasn’t even thinking about what he would do when he finally got there [or even CONSIDER the possibility that he wasn’t in his office at ALL]. There were many scenarios that could play out, he had to go with the one with the highest probability of success [for his sanity if nothing else!].

He moved as quickly as possible, jumping when necessary [or dodging], his feet slipping more than they were able to cling to friction enough to stay PUT. 

“Father!” Whether his voice successfully reached him or not, he had to TRY.

It was chaos.

Something was very wrong there [outside of the obvious]. There didn’t seem to be any one coordinated attack like there might normally be. It felt very much like destruction for destructions sake.

He made it a fair distance, slipping at the wrong time. A tentacle swung by and knocked his feet out from under him. Another caught him against the side. He would have been crushed if not for another sudden strange occurrence---

One brow quirked when Chat revealed that something as small as a child losing their baseball could attract their foe’s attention, but he continued to listen nonetheless. The plan boiled down to causing discord themselves to draw attention. And how best to do that? Well, Eizen just needed to do his thing.

That, fortunately, he could do. He smirked.

“No problem,” he said. “Just go about this city like I was before, let the Reaper’s Curse come as it will. And eventually, something will happen.” It wasn’t the most polished plan, as they were leaving a lot of variables up to the unpredictability of Eizen’s curse, but it was the best they had for an enemy that they couldn’t find otherwise. That, as they said, was that.

“If that’s all I need to do…” Eizen backed up a few paces. Once he was sure he had a good start, he broke into a run toward the other side of the roof. Then, he leaped.

His long black coat fluttered along behind him as he descended back into the streets below. With practiced precision, he aimed himself toward the ground and specifically near what appeared to be someone selling wares of some kind. When he landed, the resulting impact of his superheroesque landing made the wares of the stand he’d found fall to the ground.

Fruit, as it turned out.

And what did the Reaper’s Curse have to contribute?

Spontaneously combusting fruit, apparently, was the answer. Eizen admittedly was a bit surprised by that much, as evidenced by his stepping to the side.

“…Well, that’s different,” he said. But they had begun Operation: Bad Luck Plus. …They’d work on the name later.

“I see that look on your face.” He grinned, “But the truth of the matter is, emotions are weird things, and they can be weaponized in dangerous ways.” So it didn’t really matter the cause of the discord - even if it were so simple as a kid losing their baseball. In the moment, that was the biggest upset in the child’s life, and that could be transformed into something dangerous.

“The most disturbing part is having to fight friends.” It wasn’t like the friend had betrayed their trust on a whim, it was out of their control in many ways, once the contamination of their enemy had laid its poison in their hearts. Even if they wanted things to be different, the choice was taken abruptly away from them. They could either choose to confront those they cared about [aggressively and with purpose] or they would be forced to stand back and watch as their city was demolished under the weight of their feelings. 

The unpredictable was probably the best policy. If they had a clear cut idea in mind, Chat anticipated that it wouldn’t work out quite as planned any way. So if they didn’t have expectations---

Maybe they would be able to confront the threat more successfully? It was likely an idea he should have run by his Lady. That aside, he was feeling particularly irresponsible those days. Whether or not that had to do with his power, he couldn’t say. But he was certainly experiencing an increasing comfort in the dark energies that it inspired. He probably should have felt a bit more disturbed by that [since, on the inside, he more represented the sunshine and goodness, versus the darkness and all things bad], but he found that he certainly didn’t feel strongly either way.

In a way, maybe it was healthy for them both to experience their powers [or curses respectively] without thinking too deeply about the consequences. Whether it be to help come to terms with the reality of it, or to get used to the subtle nuances of such things, getting used to the natural flow and order of it was probably not a bad idea.

Now helping the ‘bad luck’ around by leaping off a building---

That was definitely a thing.

“Whoa, that’s one way to do it.” 

He felt bad that it had come to that--- After all, the fruit stand contained the guys livelihood. But without stirring negative emotions, they were never going to attract the enemy. That’s where the ‘villains by necessity’ came in. Would it do to sully his own reputation to make it happen? Maybe not, but who could say? It was the only way he could think to bring control back to their hands. Otherwise, they were at the mercy of their foe, waiting until he struck and dealing with the consequences in the moment. If they could control the moment that he struck, maybe that would give them the boost they needed, the one element that they’d been missing all that time!

“WHAT are you DOING? Are you out of your mind!!” The man shouted, shaking his fist. “Hand over the money to pay for these damages!!”

“So sorry, mission in progress---” All Chat could really do was bow his head in apology. 

Nia had been scolding Rex for being so reckless and that he needed to be more careful before she couldn’t heal him. It was nothing new at this point for either of them, but that didn’t stop her from scolding him.

Simply because no matter how many times he does something reckless again and again, she only scolds him because she’s worried about him. And he knows Nia has trouble directly vocalizing emotions sometimes even though she’s gotten better at it over time, so he finds the scolding somewhat endearing because he knows it’s her way of expressing her worry for him.

“ Okay, okay, I promise I won’t do anything reckless… for the rest of this week. “

This causes Nia to scoff and shake her head at his antics, she expected to get that response from him but still it never fails to make her worry more about him. Sometimes she wishes she could read his mind are really understand what’s going on in that bright mind of him.

“ For the rest of the month you dimwitted arse. “

A nervous chuckle leaves Rex’s mouth, because he knows that he has a bad habit of attracting things that made him act reckless sometimes so it was likely he might not be able to keep that promise. But at the same time, he knew he should agree to it because it would put her at ease. And anything to make her happy, he’d do without hesitation for the most part.

“ Fineee~. A month of no recklessness, I promise! “

There is nothing but a playful tone within Rex’s voice as he says this, talking with Nia like this always put him right at ease. Especially when he has a lot on his mind.

But before anything else could be said, they hear a window open and then someone flopping right onto the floor. Rex and Nia share a look before Nia storms off to check out what had just entered their living complex. Rex lagging behind her.

The sound of her footsteps rapidly come closer to this odd person that she really wasn’t pleased with right now due to the fact he did just kind of break and enter here. “ Who in the bloody hell are you? And what in hell gives you the right to just barge in unannounced?! Kinda creepy if you ask me! “

There was always going to be the moment where he was forced into considering the consequences of his spontaneous actions [all the while knowing that he hadn’t a choice BUT to have made the decision - nor would he have made a different one if he actually had a moment to think about it]. That didn’t make confrontation any less COMFORTABLE. After all, the residents of the dwelling he abruptly introduced himself to, weren’t REQUIRED to feel good about his intrusion. If it was his Father having to deal with a ratty looking unexpected guest, he would do more than just kick them out!

Alas, such things didn’t immediately invade his mind. 

He was entirely too busy trying to consider how in the world he was gonna get through the battle, when he could barely SEE. His eyes were itchy, and he could feel his allergy creeping up on him---

Of ALL the things his power could perform, WHY, oh WHY couldn’t it throw him a metaphorical BONE here. Instead of blaming his power for its deficiencies, he should be blaming the enemy for picking a stupid BIRD to attack. He’d been doing fine enough on his own [without his Lady’s backup, it made it infinitely harder to keep the attacks centralized]. BUUUUT, if he were being honest with himself, he had done a FAIR job of riling up the thing!

He could hear its SQUAWKING somewhere near~ 

Looking to devour him, no doubt.

He was concentrating on getting his breath back, taking a minute for himself---

Chat Noir nearly jumped out of his skin, startled with the appearance of the presumed resident of said room he invaded.

Well…. wasn’t that embarrassing….

Sure, he might not have had a choice, but that didn’t make the intrusion any less rude. At least, from his perspective. If he wasn’t in the middle of a battle, he might have uttered a thousand apologies at once.

“E…Er….. Hi.” He responded awkwardly, one clawed hand raised in greeting. His fingers wilted and he took one deep breath. Released it, opened his mouth to speak and then repeated the odd gesture a few more times. 

Until finally he 

SNEEZED

Uuunnnnghggg, allergies!!

“I thought as much. But hey, at least you don’t need saving from big bad dragons or anything! I’d also think you’d not be one to fancy wearing a dress all the time.” He chuckled softly as he elbowed the other softly before crossing his arms over his chest again. As he swayed left and right, he tried to put together his thoughts into words. Being protected wasn’t necessarily a bad thing, but being overprotected did have it’s consequences. “Ah, I see. Yeah that’s certainly something. I get the world is a dangerous place, but you need to go out there and experience lots of things. It’s the only way a person can truly grow as a person. Of course there will always be mistakes made but– that’s just how one learns. Heck, I’ve lived and seen a lot of things and I’ve certainly made lots of mistakes. But I’m trying my best to learn and find the right path for myself.” At this, he rubbed the back of his neck as he felt a bit embarrassed. Despite his flirty nature, he did hold some wisdom and logic underneath that little persona of his. Glancing at the castle in the distance, he shrugged. “There’s a lot of princesses, and I mean a lot. They’re all really nice though. I even consider some of them to be like my older sisters. I can’t tell you how many times I’ve been the ring bearer though. But I’m glad they got their happily ever after in the end.” Most of them had in fact found the love of their life and it often made him question if someday he too would get a happily ever after like that. There was a nervous laugh at the word pivotal. Really, he wasn’t and any one of his comrades could easily replace him. It was a sad truth, even though they kept telling him otherwise. He was replaceable. End of story. “Pivotal…I guess that’s one way to put it.” Another nervous laugh before shaking his head at Plagg. The brunette didn’t seem to mind paying for whatever the little creature ended up grabbing and eating. “Attachment…so he’s like part of you? Interesting. Can’t say I’ve ever come across such a thing.” He gave a sympathetic smile to Adrien before pinching his cheek. “Hey, I know all about nobodies and I can assure you. You definitely aren’t some nobody. But hey, there’s no need to feel selfish. Looking for the ordinary is sometimes needed. Sometimes you just need to feel like the daily average person without any huge responsibilities. No castle visits for us then. How about we just stick to the shops aaand the spa they have here for today? A spa day sounds nice.”

“Definitely not that.” He was the one that did the rescuing. Of course, no one would never know it, most especially because of his sheltered nature. It was a gift unlike anything he could ever have predicted for himself, one that he certainly didn’t take for granted. Especially those days. That wasn’t to say that he always LOVED having to rely on the power to be able to step past the invisible boundaries set for him. For once, it would be nice to flutter along life how others did, without the sort of restraints that were holding him back.

“It’s really not even---” He twirled his hand at the wrist. “.. it’s not even entirely about the danger out and about. It’s the fear. The uncertainty, the loss of control, a little bit of everything on top of a danger pie? My---” He tapped on his lips. It wasn’t that the information was secret. It wasn’t even that he didn’t really want to talk about it [maybe it was the opposite]. He just felt that he may not entirely even KNOW the reasons behind his dilemma. He could only really speak what he’d surmised. 

He followed his companions gaze back up to the castle. It was an awe-inspiring sight, in spite of all the ancient structures they had where he was from, it never took away the glory of other places. Honestly, he’d never quite seen anything so grand. “So you HAVE met all the Princesses?” Well SOME of the all, he would say. He didn’t think it was possible to meet them ALL.

“Quit talking about me like I’m not standing right here! I can answer any question that you might have.” Plagg folded his arms, not at all completely satisfied with the morsel’s he’d devoured, but perhaps enough so that he didn’t have anything sticking out of his mouth at that exact moment. “I won’t, but I can.”

Adrien rolled his eyes. “And yes, before you ask, he’s always this contrary. We make quite the pair. Sunshine and rainbows, and.....?” How best to describe Plagg?

“Power and Might.” Plagg finished for him.

“Definitely modesty.” And no small amount of ego.

“You have spas here?” Adrien grinned. “I feel weird even asking that. But it seems like something that should be asked, being that I---” Am in a completely different world? It seemed weird even for him to begin to feel more comfortable with the concept of it. Honestly, where was the lie in anything Sora had said? Even if it did feel wrong, even if it WAS wrong, shouldn’t he at least embrace the moment that had come, weird as it was? It happened, so.....

Go with the flow instead of against it like a dead fish?

There were circumstances where quick decisions needed to be made on a whim, when careful planning was not an acceptable choice if success was the endgoal [or SURVIVAL at that!]. Considering the future consequences of said choices wasn’t something that ran through the mind when danger was nipping at the heels.

Confronting danger was the name of the superhero game, but it also wasn’t something that was without its fair share of complications on occasion. One potential complicaton: a foe that was mightier than said super hero, who didn’t quite possess the strength necessary to confront it alone. 

Chat Noir was running [barely evading being obliterated himself!]. Chat Noir intended to hide.

Chat Noir [perhaps] stupidly decided to ‘break and enter,’ or rather.... enter an open window into a place that did not belong to him, flopping onto the floor inside a room that was not his.

Hey, he wasn’t thinking logically, he was trying to survive. If he were of sound mind, he may have been immensely embarrassed by his actions [or quickly amended the steps to take him some other more reasonable place to hide]!

He leaned, back pressed against the wall, turning his head a slight just as a mighty winged creature took off, flying right on by - out of sight [but certainly not out of mind].

Chat heaved out a mighty sigh, thankful he evaded that bullet, but it didn’t change his responsibility. He was tired, exhausted, Ladybug not yet able to arrive on scene. Calling out to her met only with dead air which could mean she hadn’t transformed yet, or she was somewhere where she simply didn’t know they were under attack. Wonderful! That left him on his own to defend the city against the flying akuma. And him with an irritating allergy that rejected close proximity to it.

      “I didn’t think it would affect you like this though. I guess you really are a hopeless romantic more than I thought.” Marinette giggled. But to see him break into tears like this just felt…unusual. Maybe he really felt so moved by her words more than she thought for herself. But at least he is very considerate of her feelings at this moment. She really isn’t sure what to do after spilling her feelings about Adrien out. Should she may as well straight up tell him? She could only await to hear what Chat could say about this. Marinette rubbed the back of her neck, chuckling awkwardly once he realized the situation with the note. “Eheheh…yeaaahh, that was about him. But no, you came to help me out at that time and I really appreciate it! I just knew I needed to work on myself a bit more so I came to you for some help. Then again…my friends do remind me how obvious my crush on him really is.”

      Before she were to continue, she suddenly found her hands grasped by Chat’s own clawed ones gently. As he made his promise, Marinette softly smiled and nodded to confirm this agreement. “Right, I’m sure you will. I’m gonna be honest, I think I’m even more nervous than before but…I also feel relieved too. I think this will give myself a really good push to try and go for it than I thought. Just…please don’t make it too weird it’ll scare him away, okay?”

“WEIRD? Moi? NEVER! It will be nothing but the most flowery of prose parting from these lips, Princess~ What, with being the CONFIRMED romantic that I am!” He teased. His mind was a jumble of thoughts, putting a tragic halt on anything he might have said if the situation was a TAD different. He was only surprised that he was able to say anything at ALL, let alone leave her with a reassurance that wouldn’t have her sweating bullets all night long [and regretting the bravery it took to use him as a confessional in the first place!

He knew how much it took to move forward at THAT rate! As Chat, he did feel disconnected from himself to confess his feelings toward Ladybug, but ---

as many times as he’d encountered her as himself, truly himself, the same luxury hadn’t applied. 

And NOW---

“Thank you for letting me air my grievances to you, Princess.” He stood up from the position he held, probably far longer than he should have, jumping up to the sill of the window. “I’ll see you around, I’m sure~ And don’t worry, your secret is safe with me---” He winked and jumped, becoming as one with the shadow as he was ever likely to.

“Claws out---”

“Wow. What an interesting development.” Plagg fluttered in place while Adrien huffed out a deep, deep breath, slumping back against the brick wall he was pressed near.

He tilted his head back, mindful of the.... weird sludge clinging to the wall, but not enough so to dislodge himself from that position. His body didn’t feel too terribly keen to move at all, like he could stand there forever more and become an eventual statue for later generations to observe!

“So what are you gonna do? It’s not like you can go follow through with your promise, on account of you being Adrien that is~”

“Plagg.” Adrien pinched the bridge of his nose. He felt such relief on the inside. 

He wasn’t entirely smooth at the friendship game, he’d been almost convinced that she hated him. Finding out that she didn’t - not only that - but she felt MORE about him than he might ever had anticipated---

It didn’t disappoint him at all. It caused so many conflicting emotions inside, he felt he couldn’t even spar with Plagg and his purposely fashioned words meant to antagonize him. Plagg’s very nature relished on discourse, though he didn’t always mean it maliciously. There would always be that natural mischievous air that would cause the Kwami to exploit moments like this. Adrien had long accepted that, though that wasn’t to say he necessarily knew what to do with it! Especially when he wasn’t even sure what to do with himself!

“I gotta get home. I’m already late---” In the past, he would never have dreamed of disappointing his Father to the degree he did recently. But he was used to it enough then not to fret too much over it. While his brain seemed to have short-circuited, it was far easier to focus on those things that he DID know. 

He raced home. The closer he got, the more evident it became that there was a disturbance that.... wasn’t ordinary. If it wasn’t for the NOISE, it was the---

Octopus tentacles reaching from his homes windows???

“Plagg---!”

“No chance, too hungry---” Plagg wilted.

It HAD been irresponsible for him to use the power like he had [however much he didn’t regret in the moment]. He could begin to regret it right then!