#foxyreplies

Carapace sat on the edge of the building kicking his feet in the breeze. His arms stretched out behind him holding up himself up muttering to himself.

“Your eyes are so pretty… You look great today…Did you do something new with your hair?” He spoke to himself, “No, no, no, that’s stupid Nino…” he began again, “Hey, weather sure is nice today?” He shook his head. Nothing he could think of was good enough. He was always able to be himself around the girl which made talking to her so easy, but when it came to his attempt to ask her on a date it was like he forgot everything. He forgot everything that she liked and what she disliked but more importantly he remembered all the features about her that he loved. 

He loved her hair, it had such volume to it along with the most perfect array of colors. It smelled of Lavender and vanilla. Often he found himself being drawn to the scent in stores with similar scents to their perfume. 

He loved her eyes. He loved when their size was magnified by her glasses only making them more captivating and easier to get lost in. He discovered that the girl didn’t have a specific color of eyes. They glistened with sparks of amber and green with hints of ruby. 

He loved her passion more than anything. Her passion for writing- every time he asked her she was working on some sort of different project. Her passion to help people, he always knew that she looked up to Ladybug and it appeared to him that she always wanted to be like her and adapted her ways into her civilian lifestyle, this was probably one of her most admirable qualities. Wether it be students in her class that needed help with homework or people on the street, be it lost tourists looking for directions or kids who were short handed on change to buy gelato or candy. These things she thought went unseen, but not by him. He saw it all. Being in class with her, he learned that Alya was helpful even in subjects maybe she wasn’t the best at, but she would always give 110% effort in finding a way to help someone understand the material no matter how long it took. Having his masked disguise he found it easy to follow her on her way home from school, not only to admire her but to make sure she made it home safe. It was then that he more than often saw lost tourists with little french language experience ask the young girl how to get to the subway, or what train to catch, or where they were exactly. Alya would always do her best to get them where they needed to be. 

Carapace brought his hands up to his face rubbing his cheeks out of the daze he had put himself in. He looked through his fingers and stared down at the people that passed by beneath the building. They looked like ants.

Soon he was truly snapped out of it when he felt hands pressing down on his shoulders, “Hey, there shell-boy.” The masked fox smiled assuming her spot beside him kicking her legs over the edge of the building, her tail resting beside her, “You look like you’ve got something on your mind?” she asked nudging him with her shoulder.

Carapace shook his head with a small smile. Rena Rouge, yet another person he had a deep respect for, probably one of his closest friends on his team other than Chat Noir with whom he would endlessly ‘torture’ Ladybug with their unpredictability and as Ladybug liked to call it “recklessness” but they referred to as “adventurous”, “ Nothing important..” He responded.

The fox clicked her tongue, “Lady problems?” She asked without hesitation. The two of them had always really been quite open with each other about their civilian lives - all except that of their true identities of course. 

He nodded deeply taking in a breath and exhaling, “For a while now… I just don’t know what to say to her.” 

“Speak your mind, tell her what you feel.” Rouge encouraged.

“And what if she doesn’t feel the same?” He asked. This was a legitimate fear he had, as close as the two were he thought constantly about the fact that Alya could just think of him as a friend, and then what?

“Listen, you’re a damn super hero, and if you can’t use that one than i’m sure you’re no different masked than you are without it. If you’re as kind, and funny, and the all around good guy that you really are there’s no doubt in my mind that she doesn’t have some hint of romantic feelings for you.” Hell, she did. How could anyone not? Even thought she knew really nothing about who this boy was beyond the mask. What she did know was what really mattered: Carapace would endlessly, without fail, be able to plaster a smile across her face, especially when she needed it most and he was probably hands down the most caring person she’d ever met. Knowing that he had feelings for someone else out there crushed her but there was nothing more that she wanted to do than to make him happy; if that meant helping him get with someone else, than so be it. 

The turtle blushed looking out across the tops of the buildings, “Rouge...?” He murmured almost silently but she didn’t miss a word. 

“Mhmm...?” She responded looking out over the buildings with him. The warm Parisian breeze drifted over their shoulders. 

Carapace lifted his arm and placed it on Rouge’s shoulder tugging onto her, her head finally resting on his shoulder with his leaning against hers, “You really are something, you know that...?” 

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I know it’s not too long but I think that it’s sorta cute..! I sorta feel a love square goin’ on with these two as well- though the two of them hopefully won’t be so oblivious to who the other is XD

“Well…. I certainly didn’t think our night out would end up with me in handcuffs.” 

No response. The air grew uneasy. 

“Well- at least not this early on in the night.” 

There was no amused grin, no amused laugh, just an excessive amount of extreme un-amusement bursting from Ladybug. the dotted hero knelt behind her feline companion and shook her head fidgeting around with the cuffs in attempt to loosen them. 

“Be careful, I told him. This akuma won’t be an easy one, I said. But does he listen? No…” She mumbled accidentally tightening the cuffs a bit around his wrists. 

“I can hear you…” He called back leaning his head backwards and looking up towards the ceiling of the darkened room. 

“And..?” Ladybug shot back, “We’re a team for a reason Chat, you can’t just go off and try to handle everything on your own.” she sighed managing to gain some progress with the cuffs. 

“She just caught me off guard is all-” he began to explain being cut off by the anxious beeping of his miraculous. There was only a minute left. 

“I’m just glad that you’re safe. You need to be more careful, what would have happened when I didn’t show up on time and that akuma discovered your identity, hell, even stole miraculous?” she explained a hint of anxiety rushing through her breath. 

As upset she was with her partner she knew he was just trying to help. There was nothing to blame him for, after all, he was just doing his job. Ladybug had been searching endlessly that night after she had destroyed the akuma. She knew Chat was somewhere in Paris with limited time left. The masked hero just wanted her friend safe and away from any danger or revealing situation. When she found him there, in an abandoned warehouse handcuffed to a metal pole there was a type of emotion that overcame her that she couldn’t quite understand. 

“I’m sorry..” Chat muttered.

The feeling overcame her- her hands released the metal cuffs around his hands and slowly slid them under his arms and around his torso holding onto him tightly. Her forehead pressed against the back of his head with her face buried in his messy blond locks. Chat’s cheeks were burning and he couldn’t help but grin.

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“Uh... Ladybug - I hate to ruin the moment but this Cat’s gotta pounce” he hurried attempting to see if he could slide his own wrists through the cuffs unsuccessfully.

“R-Right..!” The flustered bug stuttered finally loosening the cuffs enough for him to slip out.

The two stood awkwardly for a few moments before he broke the silence.

“My Lady, I can never be more grateful for everything that you have done, but I must be off.” He explained rubbing the back of his neck anxiously with fidgeting feet. 

“Be safe, Chaton.” She smiled watching him set off from the empty warehouse. She stood for a few moments bitting her bottom lip. It was a long day and she was ready to head home.

A clicking sound echoed off the empty walls of the warehouse. The strong feeling of an electric current filled the air. 

“You didn’t think that you could get rid of me so easily, now did you Ladybug.”

“You’ve just got to relax, girl!” Alya said running her hands over her legs as she sat on Marinette’s bed. 

Awkwardly Marinette adjusted her self in the chair. She sunk back lower in the chair, her head being propped up in the most uncomfortable way. Her arms hung over the arm rests and her legs sprawled out in front of her, “… Like this..?” She asked barley able to choke it out. 

Alya sunk her face into her hand and shook her head, “I can’t believe that my best friend doesn’t know how to relax.” Alya let a laugh slip out from her lips and she stood adjusting her friend in the chair to make her look more… well… normal.

“I guess it’s been a while since I’ve been able to relax… Just trying to meet dead lines for Mr. Agreste… I mean don’t get me wrong I’m so grateful that Adrien got me the internship in the first place but his father is so…”

“Demanding? Awful? A piece of work? A Stick in the mud? A-” Alya continued to list off on her fingers.

Marinette grabbed her friends hands and tried to get her to stop without laughing but a few giggles slipped through and she tried covering them up, “Alya, Alya,” She pressed pursing her lips trying to think of an excuse for her new boss, “Come on, he’s really not that bad… He’s just… Well he likes to be on top of things…” She flashed an inconvincing smile and rubbed the back of her neck. 

“At least you’re getting paid now,” She added, “Paying rent the past couple months was hell…” Marinette nodded in agreement. 

It had been about six months since the two girls moved in with each other after their high school graduation. Alya worked for as a news paper journalist and continued to run the LadyBlog on the side an often got a lot of donations for her fans wanting her to continue the blog. 

Their conversation was soon interrupted by a soft knocking on the door. Alya followed the bluenette  to the door and took a seat a the kitchen table pouring herself a glass of water. 

Marinette opened the door revealing familiar blonde hair and green eyes matched with a tall strong body. She froze as she watched him raise his hand for a small wave, “Hey, Marinette..!” He said. 

Four years and she still couldn’t completely relax around him. She glanced over to the side looking at her roommate sitting at the table largely mouthing ‘RELAX’   

Quickly Marinette shook her head into reality. She stuck out her hand leaning against the door frame. With the other hand she shot him a finger gun followed by an uncomfortable half wink, “ ‘Sup.” She nodded. Was it working? Was she being relax? What ever it was she felt it sure didn’t seem like ‘relaxed’ It felt more like she looked like an idiot. 

A tinge of pink grew across his cheeks, “W-..What..?” He uttered out. What was she doing? Why did she look like that? Was she hurt? 

A  tingle ran up her spine shaking her hand loose from it’s position on the door frame. Slipping she smacked her face against the frame and winced. Out from the inside of the apartment behind Marinette there was a distinct cackle of laugh that echoed to the door. Looking past her Adrien saw Alya quickly covered her mouth trying to contain her laugher and tried to suppress it even more by drinking her water but found that much of it dribbled out of her mouth and most was spit out when Marinette turned to her red-faced and shouted: “Shut up!” 

Adrien nervously reached out his hand to touch her shoulder and smiled trying to keep his laughter in as well, “Are you alright..?” He asked trying to get a quick look at the side of her face, luckily she didn’t hit it hard enough to cause swelling. 

“I-I’m fine… Totally relaxed.” She said with a smile trying to cover up. They were silent for a moment not sure how to continue the conversation. She found it hard to keep looking him in the eye so she sucked in a big breath and exhaled out, “So…” she then bit down gently on the corner of her bottom lip. 

“ Oh.. Right!” He responded rubbing the back of his head, “ I just came to tell you that I talked to my dad…” He paused looking off past her and not wanting to see her face, “I got him to give you the day off tomorrow.” He said with a small smile peeking over the corner of his lips, “And I was wondering, since you’d have the day off if maybe I could pick you up… Around Noon… For lunch…?” He offered biting his lips nervously. 

Her stomach felt like a swarm of ladybugs fluttered around and she sucked in a huge breath, ‘ Okay okay okay okay Marinette, Relax… Relax….’ Again she flashed him a finger gun and a slightly more sly than the last, wink, but still under no circumstance good, just a little better. 

Adrien bent down his face getting close to hers and looked at her concerned, “Are you alright? Something in your eye?” he asked. 

Her shoulders dropped and she sighed in humiliation, “ No.. I’ll meet you at noon tomorrow…” She said flatly with a dead panned face. 

The two said their goodbyes and she rested her back against the door letting herself slide down until she reached the ground and buried her face in her knees, “Smooth, Marinette… Very smooth…” 

Adrien let the door close before excitedly punching the air and preforming a, clearly choreographed, dance on her door step, letting at a loud and whispered “Yes!!”______________________

I sort of got a little carried away with this one, I couldn’t seem to stop writing ahah, I enjoyed this one though!!!

How I imagined Adrien reacting to Marinette agreeing to go on a date with him: 

“How could you you traitor!” Shouted Volpina clenching the only card that she had had left in her hand. It had only been minutes, nay, mere seconds since she had called ‘Uno’ 

Ladybug maniacally laughed as she smacked down her ‘Draw +4′ card onto the piled in the center of the four heroes, not breaking eye contact with the fox-eared girl as she picked up her extra cards. Volpina inhaled sharply holding her now 5 cards. 

They had been at this game for hours as a way of bonding. Master Fu had suggested it after adding two more heroes to the bunch. He figured it’d be a great way for them to learn each other’s strengths and weaknesses in order to improve their fighting in the field… He couldn’t have been more wrong. Every Saturday evening for the past month since he suggested it the four heroes had gathered in his massage parlor to play old board games with each other. He quickly came to realize how competitive the two girls were. 

Shell quickly glanced over at Chat across the table who tried to slyly shake his head not wanting to anger the two girls. He looked down at his hand after placing down a card which left him with one left. A blue six. An uno. 

He internally debated whether he should even bother saying it, trying his best not to frustrate the girls sitting beside him who had fire in their eyes. It then soon became an unspoken conversation with the black cat who sat across form him trying to convince him to not say anything and to keep going on with the game as if nothing was happening, but he refused. For the past month he had been devastatingly defeated at every board game that they had played with each other. Shell sucked up all of the courage he had and muttered out a small: 

“Uno…”

And so, the game continued. A back and forth battle between the two girls violently smacking their cards down but neither getting much closer to uno. Shell looked down and froze gazing at the pile. It was his turn. The red number 6 shined up at him and he glanced back and forth at his single six card. A smile grew across his face. Finally it was his time to shine. Shell was to be the winner this Saturday.

 The same fire that engulfed Ladybug and Volpina’s eyes soon began to spark in his as he stood up tall above the three heroes. The two girls had stopped mid-glare to stare up at their partner as he forcefully threw down his last card. 

“I… I win…I… WIN… I WIN!” He shouted moving his fists to his hips to assume the classic ‘superhero pose’ 

Almost simultaneously the two girls smacked down their remaining cards and shouted in rage. 

The game was over. He had won. Shell reined victorious. 

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I’m not the only one who has intense uno battles right…?