#bridgette closed

| @cxffeeandkitties​ |

   No one liked the deep woods. It was quiet in a menacing way, the sort of place that mothers warned their children to never go near. However, it’s where Bridgette made her home. A quiet little cottage tucked among the thick foliage. Despite her foreboding surroundings, it was a homey little place. There was always a fire in the hearth, flowers on the table, and the delightful scent of something cooking.     However, it felt rather lonely.     There were two bedrooms, one with a closed door that was always dim and depressing. It was clear that the young witch lived alone. Bridgette occasionally had visitors, lost travelers or those who sought her out for her skills in potion brewing or spell crafting. They were few and far between though. 

   So imagine her surprise, when there was a knock at her door early in the morning. Thankfully, she was already dressed, preparing breakfast for herself and the familiar that was never far from her side. Bridgette stilled, looking toward the door until another knock startled her into action. She wiped her hands off on her skirt before going to the door, opening it cautiously.     “Yes? Can I help you?”    There was no way to describe the man on the other side other than regal. He was straight-backed, with fair skin and pretty hair. His appearance was strange to see among the darkness of the woods. Bridgette couldn’t help but wonder if he was some sort of magical being.     “You’re awfully far into the woods.” 

    The body count was rising, and Bridgette was determined not to add her own to the bottle. That meant treating the symptoms of this poison as best she could to keep herself functional. Once her symptoms had started, she'd become awfully familiar with the infirmary. She meandered there, carefully avoiding both death scenes. The infirmary's stock seemed to be getting lowering everyday as people began to use more and more of the medicine that could treat their symptoms.    Bridgette sighed softly as her eyes scanned over the bottle in her hand, trying to determine how  well it would treat her symptoms. A rustle behind her snapped her head up from the bottle and over to the person who'd joined her here. She relaxed just slightly upon seeing the stranger. He seemed to have friendly intentions.    "Um. Hello." Her throat was a bit rough, as she'd started throwing up last night. "Looking for something to treat symptoms?"

   Two bodies. A double kill and the possibility of so many more if they didn’t catch the killer(s) soon. After all, with many of her fellow ‘prisoners’ sick, it was only a matter of time before she and the others began to drop like flies. 

   Tick tock. 

   The walk she decided to take was more to get some fresh air in her lungs rather to investigate. However, it couldn’t hurt to check out the scene of the death while she was out. The bridge was a disaster scene. Bridgette refrained from getting too close, not sure if her weak legs would keep her from falling over.     While she glanced over the disaster zone, her eyes landed on a somewhat familiar face. A name came to mind, Grim perhaps? She tucked her bangs behind her ear before walking over to him.     “Grim, right?” She offered the best smile she could manage. “What’s it look like over there?” 

   When Félix had messaged her earlier this morning about missing their study session to finish the project because he was feeling under the weather, Bridgette had almost immediately texted back saying that she’d be happy to stop by and work on it at his home so they didn’t fall behind on their work. So, while waiting for their appointed meeting time, Bridgette made some dumplings, not minding in the least to spend her free time working on something for someone other than herself. Once finished, she neatly packaged them up and gathered all her things, walking to the Agreste manor.     She’d seen it several times on her walks through the city, always surprised by how the gloomy building seemed to loom. It was lovely construction, but something about it seemed so lifeless.     The walk was short, only about twenty minutes from her own home. She rang the buzzer and explained why she was there. The female-sounding voice on the other end encouraged her to come inside, opening up the gate for her entry. So here she now was, standing in the entryway while the woman from before presumably went to get Félix. 

   Just as the outside alluded, the manor was even more spacious on the inside. However, it seemed Bridgette was right. The house seemed cold and empty, as if it sucked the warmth from anyone who walked through the doors. Félix was right, it was too silent for her to focus on her work. 

   The quiet didn’t last. 

  Footsteps echoed through the hall. Bridgette turned towards the noise, surprised to see a handsome older man in the doorway not far off looking at her with the smallest hint of confusion? curiosity? Bridgette wasn’t sure.    However, she was certain of who he was. Not only had she seen him in the fashion scene, but Félix had a striking resemblance to his father. Awkwardly she cleared her throat, a light blush on her cheeks.    “Hello. You must be Mister Agreste.” She bowed her head slightly, seeing as they were too far apart for her to offer a handshake. “I’m Bridgette Cheng, a classmate of Félix’s.” The container of dumplings felt heavier in her arms. She felt as if she should explain more, but the intimidating presence seemed to rob her of her capability to think properly. She felt as if no matter what she said Gabriel would find some fault in it. 

@marvelousladybug | • | accepting

   Bridgette’s eyes widened slightly as the a small fire sparked to life in their curtains just a few feet away. “Marinette!” She squeaked, jumping up and grabbing the potion they kept on hand for such occasions. She quickly sprinkled some on the flames, watching as they sparked purple and blue before fading entirely.    The glare she gave her sister was half-hearted. “I ought to enchant all of our things so they’re fireproof.” They both knew she wouldn’t, she’d been threatening that for ages now. None of Marinette’s accidental were so bad that it warranted it quite yet. 

   Monarch didn’t exactly appreciate being snapped at while she was attempting to repair his mistake. However, she beat down the urge to pull the stitches painfully tight. Instead she huffs lightly, gently biting his shoulder. “Don’t test me,” she growled. “You wouldn’t have even gotten into this mess if you didn’t insist on chasing after them every time they interfere. Patience, my dear knight, will go a long way.”     She finished up the stitches and carefully tied them off, setting aside the kit before she began to dress his less serious wounds. Perhaps Chat Noir was a childish fool, but the cat had claws. 

   Claws that she would rip out one by one if he ever touched Peon Royal again. 

   Between the two of them, Monarch was far more patient. She knew the value of waiting, how eventually Chat Noir and Ladybug would slip up and Monarch would get the chance to discontinue their services, finally giving her and Peon control of Paris’s justice system.     Ladybug and Chat Noir were too soft, too naive to protect this city against the real villains. Instead of helping Monarch and Peon Royal, the irritating duo insited on being pest.     Tonight had been no exception. Her and Peon had been onto a terror, planning to give him the justice he deserved when Ladybug and Chat Noir swooped in to stop them. Of course, the fight that followed was rough and brutal. While she blamed Peon for getting himself hurt, she knew that it was partially her fault. The blow Ladybug had landed had been enough to get a noise out of her, startling her love out of his fight and giving the only opening Chat Noir needed. 

@badluckpersonified

School, while Bridgette thoroughly enjoyed attending, had never been her strong point. Learning in a classroom environment always had the teenager struggling. While she’d been getting better, her grades had started to slip once Bridgette had picked up being a superhero on the side. However, she wouldn’t trade it for the world. Bridgette absolutely loved being Ladybug (despite the slightly irritating cat that was always at her side; would that boy ever give up?). The late nights on patrol meant that time she would have usually reviewing notes and studying hard was gone, replaced with the much needed rest. Because of this homework was often turned in late or partially finished. Which, really, explains why she was paired with Felix Agreste for this project. He was one of the smartest and best preforming students in their class. Perhaps the teacher was hoping some of that would rub off on Bridgette. 

Of course, she didn’t mind at all. Bridgette had grown to like Felix. He was attractive which certainly helped his case, but he was also a mystery. Unlike everyone else in the school, he simply ignored her. She greeted him every day, made him a birthday present, bought him a book or two... Nothing she ever did pulled something more than an annoyed grunt out of him. It was frustrating, sure, but it did more to drive her curiosity upwards and renew her desire to get to know him. Being assigned to a project with him would force him to interact with her. Perhaps she’d even get to know him a bit!

Bridgette smiled and waved at him when the partners were announced. After class he seemed to leave the room faster than usual. Bridgette quickly gathered her things and shoved them in her bag before running out after him. “Felix!” She yelled, nearly running into his back when he suddenly stopped. 

She panted lightly, tucking some hair behind her ear as she caught her breath. “We need to figure out what we’re going to do for this project.” Bridgette smiled at him, straightening her posture. Of course, that didn’t make much of a difference in their heights. 

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