Ladybug's Knightly Visits/Feeding Paris's Superheroes

Chapter Two-Is that a Ni? No, it's not.

" Thank you, Master Fu. You've given me much to think about." Marinette closed the door, thoughts roping and threading through each other like a tangled yoyo string. As the young miraculous wielder walked away, she fingered her purse. Inside, a few special jewelry pieces in boxes with Tikki guarding over them. Even though the boxes were almost weightless, she could feel their heaviness dragging her to the ground. Her head was buzzing (AN: Queen Bee reference eyyyy) confusedly with her meeting with the Master. What decision she made had far more weight than the jewelry in her purse. 

Is the threat of Hawkmoth so great that the Master himself would give me the remaining Miraculouses for fear that Hawkmoth would succeed in stealing them?

----time skip brought to you by potato potato----

"Hey, I gotta go girl, I'll see you Monday! Bye—!" The girl walked jauntily into the house, swaying her hips slightly to the faint music coming from the family's kitchen. "I'm home, Mum!"

Suddenly the girl was mobbed by a mob of small children. "Alya! Alya! Alya!" Alya wrapped her arms around each child, briefly spinning them through the air, then picking up the next one.

"Hey, scamps," Alya cried good-naturedly. "I gotta change and take a shower, but then you guys can come to my room and help me with my next Ladyblog article. I need somebody to help me choose the best photos of Ladybug and Chat Noir," she added with a little shoulder bump to the smallest child of the bunch.

Auburn hair swishing, Alya hummed and swayed into her room, plopping onto a beanbag, when an unfamiliar object glimmered in the corner of her eye. Pushing herself up, she walked over and inspected the item.

A box? Maybe it's that cool little ladybug plush that I told Mama I liked?

Alya impatiently opened it, a little of the red paint flaking off and settling on her ring finger. She paused and shook her finger, but only a tiny flake flickered down, and it just nestled into her pants. She shook her head and peered inside the small box.

Confused, she drew out a necklace. "A—fox necklace? Who-"

A bright bubble of orange light cut her off mid sentence.

Nino was exhausted. First, the got shoved to the ground while talking to Adrien, when Chloe decided to push him aside to get to his bud. Then, he got a quiz he totally wasn't prepared for. His headphones got stuck in the headphone jack, and when he pulled them out, part of it chipped off! That was the final straw. Clanging the front door to his apartment, shuffled into his room, and slumped in front of his TV and picked up a controller, ready to game his weekend away. When he pulled his hand up, what he had was not a game controller, but a small jewelry box with strange red-gold markings.

Chloe whined and pouted by her father's side, who was ignoring her in favor of something on his phone. "Daddykins—can I not go to this dinner party tonight. I just got seven new pairs of those shoes I like, and I have to see whether they're all trash or not. Besides, it's just gonna be boring. Nobody cares about anything except my-our money and you don't talk to me except to tell me to smile."

The Mayor looked up for a second, surveying his daughter, though not quite meeting her eyes. Nodding, he took one last glance at her outfit before returning to furiously typing.

"Shh, darling. I need for you to come so they can see that I'm child-friendly. You don't want your dear, darling, Daddy to not be reelected, do you sweetheart? Besides, I got you a little present when you get home, and you can always open them before we go to the party. Just stay in that outfit, and don't get it stained. I'll get one of the staff to take you shopping, okay sweetums?"

The blonde huffed, though her eyes were still filling with tears.

 It doesn't matter, Chloe. You're awesome. It doesn't matter that Daddykins won't do anything with you. Stop crying, Chloe! Remember what Daddykins told you. Crying is for the weak, for the lower class. If you cry, you make Daddykins unhappy and votes for him will go down—in the..poles. Is that—a tear? Weak. Pathetic.

   She huffed and banged the door to her room shut with a snap. Ignoring both ofher thoughts and the pile of shoes by the door, she scanned dejectedly for the "present" her father left for her. "Is this all?" Chloe picked up a little black and red box. She paused for a moment to wipe her eyes, then clicked the clasp open.

A.N. Haha well that actually looks maybe not like I was writing at two A.M. after drinking three cans of Sprite, eating my guinea pig's lettuce (I hate lettuce), and reading Twilight.

One of those isn't true. Guess which.

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faREWELL TWI-LIESSSS

So the beginning isn't really any of the ships but it's coming soon I promise.

Yup I cut out the meeting with Fu because nah it isn't really important. 

Six More Words....Yup, Now I'm Satisfied.