Quick A.N.: Hey it's BJ/Bgussie. If you search around vaguely you can probably find my real name because some of my quote unquote friends have no clue what internet safety is and like to use my real name even though I've "asked" (aka kicked them in the shins until they agreed) many times for them not to.
A girl slumped against the bench she was sitting on, computer tilting slightly off of her lap. Catching it before it hit the ground, she read something on the bright screen and straightened in excitement. Her fingers moved across the keys like pond skimmers dancing across a slow moving stream.
A bright cry made her look up, though her fingers remained on the keyboard, ready to pounce.
"Alya!" A blue haired girl raced across the courtyard, stumbling slightly and tripping into Alya's ready arms.
"Hey girl!" Alya set her computer aside as the other girl rose to her feet. With a playful frown, she went on "Where were you? The bell rang three minutes ago!"
"I know, I know, sorry. I dropped all my books outside my locker and by the time I picked them all up you were-." She broke off and buried her head into Alya's chest, embarrassed.
"It's all good, Marinette! I'm just teasing. Anyway, girl, you gotta see this!" She pointed triumphantly at a private message on the LadyBlog, the website on her computer. "Someone sent me a message." She paused for dramatic flair. "A message about Ladybug!"
Marinette blinked. "And? Your fans send you those all the time."
Alya sighed impatiently and rephrased. "Well, specifically for Ladybug! I can hardly believe my eyes, girl! Someone sent me a message to pass on to the world's best superhero! Obviously I don't know her identity-but they want me to send a message on the LadyBlog to her. Some of it makes sense, you know, stuff like 'we need to meet up in person immediately', but it's so vague. But it's only at the end that it gets weird. It must be some code to tell Ladybug who it is or something! It's 'blah blah blah, Tikki knows the way. What's a Tikki? What does it all mean?" She groaned for effect then immediately went back to type a few more words. "I gotta post this immediately! I hope she sees it. Wait-what if she follows my blog? If she does I can't even..."
Little did Alya know, she had already delivered the message to Ladybug even before she published the post. Marinette tuned out the chattering girl next to her and tried to think.
Should I go? What if it's a trap made by Hawkmoth? No, it says Tikki knows, and she wouldn't lead me into Hawkmoth's hands. More importantly, should I bring Chat with me? Marinette firmly made up her mind.
Who knows how long it will take. I'll need Chat to hold down the fort for me, just in case.
"Hello? Marine-ette? Anybody home?" A rap on Marinette's head brought her back into reality.
Quickly, we have to squeeze in another A.N! Okay so I don't know who but somebody has to write an angsty fic. where it focuses on Chat's lack of a love life and he needs to be akumatized and turned into something akin to Black Cupid, except nobody has feeling and everyone's like cold, unfeeling ice and it needs to be called Chat-tered and I need this right now gods help me.
Just let me have a couple more words....Okay fine I'm good now.
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Ladybug's Knightly Visits/Feeding Paris's Superheroes
FanfictionMarinette is running a "secret organization" on her balcony. It's called Feeding Paris's Superheroes, and it's not really an organization per se. Soon, though, Paris's heroes aren't just stopping for the baked goods. A little complicated, but here g...
