Miraculous Ladybug

Actually I think it is a bit of the same proplem. Te guy next to you does not understand how amazing you are bugaboo and the people near me do not understand how normal I am. If they saw who you were there would be all sort of people looking at you. 

Just know that I would never ignore you if I was there.

He sighed and shook his head. How could they not realize how amazing she was? He had this weird feeling though like he a small part wanted to talk to her alone but that was a weird thought. Honestly most of him was more worried. He knew what it felt like to be ignored at least by the people who counted. 

“Adrien?”

“Yes Dr. Bently?” Ahh man he was so caught with his phone out. He hoped she would not be too mad.

“What is the answer to this question?” Adrien paused and looked at the problem for a moment and told the answer sighing with relief when he got it right. 

“Wow you are so smart” A girl next to him said.

“Oh thanks it was a topic I had in high school so I had a bit of an edge.” He turned back to the phone. 

Cheeks dusting pink, Marinette glanced down at her lap. Chat Noir was notorious for his sweet-talking, and the girl always tried her best to not let it get to her. All tom cats were surely like that. So she chose to ignore the comment. You? Normal? I don’t believe that? Surely a black cat with puns is the furthest from normal.

“You! What is your name?”

Marinette’s attention snapped away from her phone, blue eyes widening as her mind began frantically running in a haze. The teacher had noticed that she wasn’t paying attention, and the French girl was already going to be reprimanded on the first day. Her eyes squeezed shut as she feared for the worst. 

“Take off that hat. My syllabus clearly states that hats aren’t allowed in class.”

Heart dropping in her chest, Marinette glanced sideways at the guy next to her as he grumbled to himself, his deep voice muttering an apology and his hand snatching off his hat. She sucked in a breath.

    “Nice to meet you Marinette! And yeah, no problem! I’m an art student myself, so you know I’m not just being nice.”

    Jaune tried to think of how Adrien’s schedule was for the semester: he knew he had an early class since they walked together…but other than that he really couldn’t remember when he would get back.

    “Yeah, sorry, I really don’t know his schedule yet.”

    Jaune really hated that he couldn’t help Marinette…but maybe he could. If it’s not something too big or involving being physical…he might be able to help out this poor gir.

    “Hey, Marinette, what exactly do you need Adrien for? I can tell him about it when he gets back.”

    This wasn’t entirely a lie, if the thing she needed help with was something that he couldn’t do, he would tell Adrien that Marinette needed help with something. 

“You’re an art major?” It seemed silly for Marinette to be excited by something so mundane, but she couldn’t help herself. “Maybe we’ll have some classes together since our majors are closely linked.” It would be nice to start a semester with a familiar face, even if Marinette didn’t know Jaune too well.

Lips curled upward as Marinette smiled at Jaune. “It’s fine,” she said, clutching her notebook to her chest. Once upon a time she knew every single event to Adrien’s schedule; of course, she wouldn’t admit that aloud and risk freaking someone out over her stalkerish 15 year-old self, but she was proud that she had achieved such a feat. “Thank you for your time. Have a nice day, Jaune.”

She turned to exit but quickly glanced over her shoulder at the blond. Tucking some hair behind her ears, she smiled once more at him. “I was going to ask if he could model my outfit. I made the outfit with a blond in mind, and my portfolio will be thrown off if the theme doesn’t match. Adrien was kinda my...”

What was he? What was her intention? Nothing. She just knew she had a blond friend.

Adrien smiled and gave her a quick five second hug since he has not seen her in a while. He quickly let go as she would not be able to reciprocate with all the stuff in her arms.

“That’s right you have always been really strong I keep forgetting.” Marinette had always been surprisingly strong he just kept forgetting. Probably because he was used to lugging stuff for Chloe. He has actually always been curious if she could beat him in an arm wrestling match after all working in a bakery one does not have a choice but to get muscle and he was in sports so. hmm. He would not dream of asking her though it would be to awkward.

“Oh don’t worry about it, it is not a big deal it is rehearsal after all.” He smiled at her. She was clumsy at ties but one of the best people he knew. He was surprised when he learned they were at the same school and honestly it gave him a sense of relief to now a familiar face. 

It took every fiber of inner strength for Marinette to not squeal. The French girl knew that she was over her silly little crush on Adrien; that’s what happened with age, and Marinette Dupain-Cheng was finally an adult! But the fact that she was experiencing such a warm and unfamiliar sensation after so long, after multiple dreams that plagued her during high school, she finally had a wish come true.

And she wasn’t able to hug him back! But it’s okay. She’s over the crush. 

Marinette glanced down at the mention of her strength, and she felt her cheeks heat up. “Yeah,” she said, uneasily laughing. She bared her teeth as she glanced towards her bags. “I guess it just happens... But it comes in handy. I carry a lot of stuff around campus. And the walk can be quite far.. So yeah.” Her laugh became a little louder. “Yay muscles!”

Adrien bite his lip to not laugh out loud at Lady’s message. He was glad his puns were rubbing off onto her. Muhahaha.

Several people were filling into his class luckily it was a gen ed so he could not be as focused and be able to keep up still after all he was pretty well aware of the actions of France in this first world war.  That and he was actually ahead of the reading. 

Your puns are like music to my ears, also I am the same. My phone is actually hiding in my pencil case at the moment. 

He adjusted his backpack so a girl can sit next to him…then another then another..oh geez. Adrien looked around for the teacher but he must have been running late.

“Is it true that your from France?’

“Aren’t you Adrien Agreste the model?”

“Did you want to go to a party will us sometime?” They spoke at the same time but he was luckily able to tell the differences in their voices. He kept basic nods for the first two and shook his head for the later staring at his phone.

He slide his pencil case closer and wrote 

Other cats have surrounded me, I might not be able to as sneaky as I thought.

Lips pressing into a thin line, Marinette sneaked a glance towards the boy sitting beside her. It didn’t seem like he paid Marinette much attention, and the girl felt better. Guilt bubbled in her stomach for being on her phone in class, and she worried that she would be called out by her professor. But her class nerves caused her more anxiety, and she honestly just wanted to keep talking to her little kitty.

Music to your ears? she typed, shaking her head as she kept herself from making any noise as she laughed. I’m typing, chaton. How is it music if you can’t hear me, silly kitty.”

Sighing to herself, Marinette rested her head onto her propped hand as her other hand made idle work copying down notes from the professor’s presentation. Blue eyes continuously glanced at her phone, waiting for the familiar sign of a notification. And finally she had been blessed! Not that she was waiting or anything.

Her chin turned against her head and thin eyebrows knitted together as she stared at Chat’s message. She glanced once again at the boy beside her and then behind her. There weren’t many people around her, and she shouldn’t have been surprised. Her situation was drastically different from Chat’s.

Adrien: -in bed and his alarm beeps- Oh boy, 3 AM! -takes croissant out from under his pillow and eats it-

A gentle brush against fingers.

A head pat.

A short shoulder rub.

Leaning into their side.

Joining them in silence.

A quick hug from the side.

Sitting with them.

Bringing them a drink.

Bringing them food.

A hug from behind.

Stroking their hand.

A slight nudge of the elbow.

The lightest ‘boop’ on the nose.

A head to head touch.

A quiet evening walk.

Sharing a meal.

One resting on the other.

Giving them their coat.

Handing them a small gift.

A comforting smile.

Making space for them to sit.

A soft brush against the face.

A quiet kiss.

A comforting hug from the front.

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“Honestly I think that immediatly after we disappeared it could have been bad but after a few tries I think Hawkmoth would have realized that we are gone. After all his goal is our miraculus and well as long as we are here and him there he can’t get to them. Even if he manages to get the rest without ours it is useless.”  Chat Noir  said without missing a beat. He honestly has been thinking about it for a while. However he did hear the Mist-Guardian. Hmm what was it she was about to say? Misty, Mister, Mist…hmmm yeah those were the only things to go on. either a specific name or half the population from Paris who was an adult…well he was just gonna have to trust his lady. Besides if it was important she would tell him…right? Right. He sighed for a moment he has to trust ladybug she was the best person he knew. He just wished she could tell him more.

“Don’t fret my lady we are here so let us do our best while we are. We will work together to keep people from wonderland safe. Deal?”  He offered his fist up waiting for a pond it in agreement. He truly meant what he said sure he was worried about Paris but right now that was out of their control so what better then to improve the lives of people here in wonderland if they can’t help the people at home.

Heat welled in Ladybug’s stomach, and she worried that Chat Noir’s thought were indeed true. How had people suffered after the loss of their two trusted superheroes? Were the poor people still akumatized? why did he have to probably confirm her sickening suspicions. While she wanted to know these answers, the very thought of it was making her stick. Yet, he still remained hopeful. And for that, the super-heroine was grateful.

He was realistic, and Ladybug needed that.

“Maybe it’s better for now that we’re here,” she mused, her eyes glossing over as she thought. She stroked her chin and pondered it. Chat was right. Hawkmoth had no need to attack everybody if his priorities were gone and missing from the world.

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Tom Dupain reaffirmed that Adrien was correctly following the recipe. “Baking is both an art and a science, and Marinette has told me you’re quite good at science,” the man said. He continued nodding as Adrien worked.

Marinette ran to the bakery. Like most Saturdays, she ran late and she knew it wouldn’t be an issue if the Dupain-Chengs were just sleeping above their bakery liked they did back in France. The commute was terrible for her parents, and Marinette’s clumsy self couldn’t keep up with it. And she promised her kwami that she would stop abusing her Miraculous to easily get across the city.

The patisserie’s front door chimed as she barreled into the door and and opened it. She made quick work taking off her jacket as she hung it in the back and grabbed in apron. She rushed forward to where she could hear the rattling of a wooden spoon against a mixing bowl and paused, her apron half wrapped around her waist.

“Adrien!?” she cried aloud, her blue eyes widening at the sight of the familiar blond boy.

Adrien had done a few last minute stirs to make sure some of the powder sugar clumps were gone when his old friend came busting through. He smiled glad that desbite everything that was going on that Marinette was the same.

“Hey Marinette!” He smiled at her as he set the bowl down using his forearm to wipe some of the powder sugar off his cheek. At her confused face he paused then his eyes widened in realization.

“Oh you did not know sorry, you dad asked me if I could help you guys with establishing your new bakery. If I am ever going to have your amazing macroons and cookies again I figured I could lend a hand.”  He put a hand over his heart he almost cried out of joy when he learned that the Dupain-Chengs were reopening their bakery. He dreamed about their passion fruit macroons. 

“Also you and I make a good team so I figured it would be easier if you guys were working with people you already knew.” He said.

Every second that he spoke to her, Marinette could feel her heart beat slowly. Thump. Thump. Smash. Each second made it more difficult to breathe, and she wished that she could scamper away and hide, screaming into her pillow all these stupid and dumb teenager feelings that she was having.

Pull yourself together, Mari. You’re over this. You’re over him, you’re-

“Yeah, a great team,” she sighed, starting wistfully at the boy. Marinette blinked after a moment, shaking her head to clear it of these silly thoughts. “Wait, Papa asked you? Why did he ask you- I mean, I’m not trying to be rude or anything, but experience you no have. I mean, you don’t have any experience. And wouldn’t Papa-”

Each word that she uttered seemed to hammer her deeper and deeper into a never-ending hole, slowly causing her pride to disappear from sight and be hidden forever. It had been so long since she succumbed to her stuttering and jumbled self. Ohmygod, it sounds like I’m insulting him.

Chat Noir chuckled at Lady’s pun it was a pretty good one and she did not say them often but they were always pretty good when she did. He joined her and nodded. 

“yep it squeaks every time. You would think from cat to cat there would be more allegiance there but oh well. At least once we face another bad guy and I need to hit him with it it it is bound to be hilarious. For now it just startles me occasionally. It still expands and everything but now it is made of rubber so we will see how well that goes.” He paused for  moment looking at her. Her smile definitely made him relax some but she was still sad. Even in her laugh. If anyone knew about being happy and yet sad at the same time it would be this cat over here. Like how he was happy to be free from his father’s strict rules he was sad. After all to his dad first his wife disappeared and now his only child. He hoped Natalie was there with him at least. She always knows how to calm him.

“You now this place is really interesting but I am a bit worried about Paris and those back at home.” Lady always worried about others before herself so he decided to start with that see if that was what was bothering her.

“What about you?” He looked at her with a smile as he sat on the roof looking out at this new strange city. The patchwork of new buildings he had to give wonderland a credit on the few. The sky was starting to change from blue to a light yellow. They probably had about an hour or so until the sunset were the neon would be a kaleidoscope of color.

Ladybug’s smile faltered at the mention of Paris. Her stomach dropped, pulling her guilt further down with her guilt. Her heart tugged and it felt like little entities were tugging it into multiple directions.

She wanted to scream. No, worse. She wanted to cry.

“Yeah, I’m worried. We’re not there, and Hawkmoth could easily be terrorizing everyone. Even with Mist- The Guardian watching over!” She takes a shaky breath as she looks down at the ground beneath her, her hands curling into tight fists. There were so many possibility of things happening in Paris that they wouldn’t know about. Her friends could be hurt. Her parents could be dead. And she wouldn’t know because she was here and Hawkmoth was still there.

The superheroine lets out a slow breath as she relaxes her shoulders and her grip. Her knuckles would probably be white if she could see them right now. “Sorry, that got a little too serious,” she said. “I’d like to think that Hawkmoth is smart enough to realize that the two of us are gone, especially now that I know you’re here, so his akumatization attempts are futile.” She turns towards Chat Noir and gives a small smile. “I’d like to think that the Guardian is trying to keep things well under wraps, even without the ability to de-evilize.”

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Adrien walked over early in the morning to the bakery the Dupain-Cheng’s own. Recently to be able to get a break from the model industry while he was in wonderland. He saw Mr. Dupain a few weeks ago hiring staff for their new bakery. Adrien wanted to help them out and it was a way for him to get new experiences. Plus he get to hang out with his friend Marinette so there really were only positives. The sign said closed but he opened the door where a bell rung and the large french man with an impressive mustache poked his head through the kitchen door.

“Oh hi Adrien come on in.” Adrien smiled and walked to the back. Mr. Dupain showed him where he could put his stuff like his phone and gave him a apron. Adrien put it on over his black t-shirt to save it from flying powder sugar. He went over to the large counter that Mr. Dupain was in front off and realized that he was making chocolate cake. Quickly he was shown the ropes and Adrien found himself gathering and measuring ingredients into a mixing bowl for icing. He did his best to follow the recipe. First add four cups of powders sugar, some cocoa, etc. 

“Okay Mr. Dupain I think the icing is done.” He said looking into the large bowl.

Tom Dupain reaffirmed that Adrien was correctly following the recipe. “Baking is both an art and a science, and Marinette has told me you’re quite good at science,” the man said. He continued nodding as Adrien worked.

Marinette ran to the bakery. Like most Saturdays, she ran late and she knew it wouldn’t be an issue if the Dupain-Chengs were just sleeping above their bakery liked they did back in France. The commute was terrible for her parents, and Marinette’s clumsy self couldn’t keep up with it. And she promised her kwami that she would stop abusing her Miraculous to easily get across the city.

The patisserie’s front door chimed as she barreled into the door and and opened it. She made quick work taking off her jacket as she hung it in the back and grabbed in apron. She rushed forward to where she could hear the rattling of a wooden spoon against a mixing bowl and paused, her apron half wrapped around her waist.