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             Settling into a comfortable groove on Félix’s shoulder, Plagg hummed, pushing back paws into his partner’s cheek. General mayhem and destruction were kind of his M.O.; to suggest trying something otherwise, on a night dedicated to such acts of youthful chicanery, left the cat stumped.

             Other than one option, naturally, but Plagg had doubts Félix would take to it.

             “We could go home like losers, and you can feed me,” he suggests, jabbing into the human more insistently. A grin fitted itself over Plagg’s bored expression -- a bad omen. “Or! You can steal some food for me. Anything goes! It’s Halloween!”

             An unsheathed claw scratched delicately at his chin for a moment, before adding, “--Except making me work. It’s a holiday, you know!”

“If you want the truth Felix, I'm surprised they let him die. No one else interrupted an execution before him. So I was expecting him to lose a limb or two, then get dragged off to who knows where to get treated and given some sort of assistance.”

The fact that they let Shun die for being the first offender caught her off guard. Especially since he was related to one of the Wardens. She knew that if it was Nikki who did that -

No.

She wouldn’t let herself dwell on her dead ‘sister’. Too many emotions surrounded the former Fox Miraculous holder. Emotions that she didn’t need to share with the world, or at least share anymore. 

This was the chance of her life. 

Marinette had known that winning the contest for the Agreste line meant that her name would shoot up in the possible candidates for a future in the industry. Although her love for his son had come from the boy’s own actions, the baker’s daughter idolized the works of the Father Agreste. Dreams before Adrien even stepped foot into them were to possibly be showcased or work with the famous designer. 

Those dreams had come true. 

In truth, Gabriel Agreste had been harsh and critical of her works, causing the budding designer to push herself in the designs that had already won favor. They had been set for a specific model to don them, but the man had promised Marinette that his son would only wear the best, so her hands were placed to work, improving, motivated, and excelling what Gabriel had set for her. 

So came the day that the photoshoot would happen, Gabriel absent on this particular day, but her face was lit with excitement and happy blush. Adrien would be wearing her clothing! 

“What do you want Felix?”

There wasn’t any point in hiding her feelings about the others here anymore. With her past revealed she didn’t have to play dumb around her former players. She could tell that this wasn’t the Felix that won Nikki’s heart but he still managed to get some of her respect. Though she was playing this game much differently this time. This time she was going to shove everyone besides Chat as far away as possible.

         Right?

Carefully walking over to the box you noticed a note carefully placed on top of the box. 

                While we couldn’t let you run around here with all of                 your powers, here’s a small gift from us.                                  -Your Wardens

Opening the box you immediately recognize the fabric held within. It was an exact replica of your hero costume with a Kwami to match. The only thing missing from the box was your weapon. 

        Figures they wouldn’t give us anything useful.

How the Wardens found out about your Kwami, you weren’t quite sure. Though there was one thing for sure, you felt like this was some cruel joke being played.

Haven’t even seen the new one but mood

  ☔︎ (any muse you feeling for this one)

its an umbrella thing pffft. and know the want to reply is here but i need to maintain some illusion that i have self control