Composure (A Miraculous Ladybug Fanfiction)

🕑 Can't Change the Past 🕑

I unpublished this whole thing to edit it a bit. Just various grammar and spelling mistakes I had to fix.

First release: 22 October 2017
Second release: 6 May 2018

Tick, tock. Tick, tock. Tick, tock.

Marinette never really thought it was possible. Well, why would she? It wasn't your average piece; it was a total showstopper. And yet it was possible. Something as absurd as time travel was possible.

"Pound it!" They'd fist bumped in yet another triumph. But this time a single thought remained in her mind; I can change time.

...

Out on the streets of Paris, the autumn air was crisp and it bit through even the thickest of skins, but inside the Dupain-Cheng bakery lingered a warmth that mingled with the tantalizing scents of freshly baked pastries.

In her room, Marinette sketched the beginnings of a brand new design, her kwami sleeping soundly in her own little nook. She wasn't sure what it was going to be—all she had gotten down so far was an accent. It was going to be the focus of the piece, whether it was a hat, a dress, a pair of shoes, or something entirely different.

She sat back for a second, sighing. Anything else. She could think of anything else but this. They'd just defeated another of Hawkmoth's baddies, mind you—and don't get her wrong, that wasn't hard for them to do—but it was just different this time.

"Oh oh oh, life's got me spinning round

oh oh oh, my feet are off the ground

oh oh oh—"

That ringtone still hung loosely in her mind; she'd gotten an anonymous call from Master Fu and it'd nearly scared her half-to-death when she heard the silent breathing over the line.

Who'd want to call her? There was a world of possibilities. At first, maybe it could've been a fellow classmate with questions about homework. Maybe. But then again it honestly could have been anyone.

She knew now that she probably shouldn't have answered that call—but she did.

"—and when the sun goes down, you better hang around!

It's Ladybug, jumping abo—"

Besides, she'd never know unless she answered.

Beep.

She raised the phone cautiously to her ear. "Hello?"

Silence. Just that breathing.

"Um," she continued, "who are you?"

The man finally replied. "This is Master Fu."

She was surprised. It was the guy who had given her hers and Chat Noir's Miraculouses. "Oh, hi! Why did you call?" And how did he even have her number?

Apparently he had to speak with her ASAP; something about crucial matters.

"I'll come right away." They exchanged their goodbyes and, confused, Marinette pulled on a cozy pair of boots. "Tikki!" The kwami woke up, startled and dazed and wondering what the heck was going on.

"What is it, Marinette?" the kwami asked. She rubbed her heavily-lidded eyes.

"Master Fu called. He wants to talk. It's urgent, from what I know." She disentangled the clasp on her bag and Tikki flew right in, and off they were.

Marinette crept down the stairs, trying to not tip off her parents as she tiptoed her way out of the bakery and slipped out the door, brushing her fingers across the edge just as her mom turned her head towards the entrance.