HEY MY DEVILLED EGGS, ITZA ME
HOW YALL DOING?
ITS BEEN A WHILE, YOU LOOKING FORWARD TO THE NEXT CHAPTER.
HOW ARE YOU FINDING LOCKDOWN?
IM GOING BACK IN 2 WEEKS! YAY!
MY CRUSH IS JUST AS OBLIVIOUS AS ADRIEN.....
ANYWAY, ENJOY THE CHAPTER:
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Emma's POV:
Half way on my route back to Adrien's house, the right handle of my nunchucks vibrated. I slowed my pace as I reached for the handle. It extended and I saw an alert from Chat Noir; I answered the call immediately.
"Hey Chat! I'm nearly at your house to get loui-"
From the tone of his voice I could tell he was stressed "Emma, forget Louis, my'lady is here but she's not staying long."
"Can't you keep her there a little longer, I'm nearly at your house!" There was a long pause and I could only heard muffled voices but before long someone return to the phone call.
"Emma, you get here now. I don't like you as is and I'm only waiting here because chat begged me to. You would are extremely lucky that I am up for talking to you so don't keep me waiting much longer." Then Ladybug hung up. jeese, she really does act like my mum. When she's angry at least, I rarely ever see her this mad. Part of me was intimidated by my younger mother so reluctantly I decided to forget Louis.
Turning back on myself I headed to where I had left my dad. On my way I started to ponder wether this plan was the best idea, it was extremely risky. And I had just thought of it on the spot. And the chance that ladybug would agree to go through with this plan is really unlikely. oh well, nothing I can do about it now
I had arrived on top of the rooftop, greeted with a somewhat pissed ladybug. I was right, even after I broke my mum's window I've never seen her this infuriated. Chat stood on her left, looking out into the night sky of Paris for maybe the last time. He looked.... hollow, like even though the beautiful sight of Paris was in front of him he couldn't see past the fact his miraculous was going to be taken away. This would be the last time he could see this view.
The moonlight reflecting off the river and the Eiffel Tower glistening in the golden lights that were shone onto it. It's the silence that makes these views so wonderful. When you can't hear anything but the loving breath of your family and friends. A picnic basket filled to the brim with your favourite snacks that you found room to eat even though you were full. Telling jokes to your brother about how he would have to eat salad for the next week so he wouldn't ruin his modelling image. He would respond to you with just as playful comments about how his looks would exceed your own even if he was fat. And then, once the witty banter and the flirty conversations of your parents ceased they would hold you close. Hug you tightly in their suits and sing to you until your eyes were too tired to count the stars. The next morning you would wake up in your bed and wonder wether the dream-like evening you had experienced was real.
Of course, it always was real. I had always found my way downstairs the next morning to be greeted with my parent's faces, my sibling's faces, I could smile and talk about anything that came to mind without having to think about the consequences because there wouldn't be any. My parents would love me no-matter what I said, if I were to comment on my dad's jokes they wouldn't freak out. If my mum were to ask me a question about the miraculous or if I were to tell her me elaborate ideas on how to obtain another lost miraculous she would listen to me. We could just talk.
But now.... I can't. I can't.....just talk. I can't wake up in the morning and see my families faces because......because...BECAUSE THEY'RE GONE! If I were to just talk this ladybug and chat noir won't care about what I say and something bad always happens as a result. The only reason this ladybug and me can talk now is because Chat begged her to come. Who knows what might happen. These guys aren't my parents, so I can't treat them like it.
I have a plan to get hawkmoth's miraculous and keep it. Fix whatever mistake this ladybug and Chat noir will make and make sure it stays that way. Maybe then Hugo will come back, charlotte will come back, my parents will come back. All I can do is hope that this works.
"Alright, here is my plan." I was ready to tell these hero's my great idea on how to take down hawkmoth!
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Call me Emma, Emma Agreste
FanfictionWhen the future isn't as bright as what it was made out to be, a young girl named Emma Agreste goes into the past to warn her parents about the catastrophic events to occur. Her plan comes to huge halt when her teenage dads falls in love with her. W...
