Miraculous One Shot Compilation

Diary Situation

"Lucky Charm! A fishing lure?" Ladybug examined the item in her hand, then glanced over at the akuma it was meant to help her defeat.

"I wrote to them a month in advance and told them very clearly that I was a bass, so it seems perfectly reasonable for me to show up and expect appropriate accommodations! They wanted me to perform as part of their nightly entertainment! I'm a fish, what ever made them think I could sing that low!?"

"Why can't I ever get something that's straightforward to use?" she sighed. "At least we should be able to lead the akuma with this charm, but I'm going to need more supplies if I'm going to be able to do anything. Ouch!"

The object that had fallen out of the sky bounced off Ladybug's head and skittered across the ground, leaving a dark trail behind it. It looked like a piece of metal, but it had been relatively light - otherwise Ladybug would not still be standing.

"Careful, M'lady," Chat warned her. "You used another homograph. Lead is spelled the same as -" A coiled rope slapped him in the face. "Oh, oops... now I did it."

"Karma," Ladybug giggled. This akuma was hard even for her to take seriously; it had to be one of the most ridiculous they'd ever had. A comedian who regularly mascaraded as various sea creatures had a misunderstanding when he booked a performance at a local theater. It was quite understandable, really, that the event coordinator had understood the performer to be a low range singer rather than an aquatic impressionist. The akuma didn't think so.

Homographs, he said, had plagued him his entire life. Everyone knows about homophones and how to interpret them. When he verbally tells someone about being mistaken for a bass, that person never assumes he means a base. When he tells people that he and his wife are very proud of their roe, they understand that that's his eccentric way to refer to his children - and not something that they've organized into a straight line. However, even his wife can't understand him when he texts her and tells her that there was a row at one of his performances. He was simply impressed with how well organized the school children were on their field trip; she thought they got in a fight.

People, he reasoned, would be far more aware of the dangers of homographs if they were required to consider them while they were speaking. "Why, it tears me apart," he had exclamed dramatically, bursting into tears immediately after he had spoken.

"I'm stopping by in here," Ladybug said, landing on her balcony. "I know this girl's room has the things I need."

"You're going to steal from Marinette?" Chat asked in horror.

"Of course not! I'm going to borrow from her. I'll put everything back!"

"But you're going to borrow without asking."

"Don't worry about it," Ladybug smiled disarmingly. "Marinette gave me permission to borrow her things whenever I need them."

"Oh, okay." Chat didn't doubt his lady - he was sure she would never lie. He followed her in through the hatch.

"You're coming with me?"

"I thought I'd help you look - what are we looking for?"

"We could use that rope that dropped from the sky as a fishing line if we need to, but she probably has a thinner cord around here somewhere. We also need a long stout pole, as well as a makeshift reel to wind the cord around."

Before she was done speaking, the air in her room picked up and began gusting about the enclosed space, knocking the girl backward into Chat. "Careful, M'lady, need help?"

"It caught me off guard, that's all." Ladybug fought her way against the wind, proving she could stand on her own. "You can check the drawers under her sewing table for some kind of sturdy string, probably elastic. I can find the rest of what we need."

Chat's eyes scanned over the surface of Marinette's workspace and found, to his surprise, that her diary - locked on every prior visit - was laying wide open on her desk. 'It's like the time that we were at Alya's and her little sisters' the pages suddenly flipped backward in the wind 'Ladybug'. Chat blinked, surprised to find mention of his love in his friend's diary. He couldn't help reading the sentence surrounding the word that caught his eye. 'In all my time as Ladybug, I have learned to never' - 'Last night I dreamed that Adrien'... Chat sighed; the page flipped on him again in the middle of reading. It wouldn't be fair for him to turn it back again; then he would be snooping. As it was he was only reading what was put in front of his face.

He glanced over at Ladybug. 'Could she really be?' "You seem to know exactly where Marinette keeps everything," Chat remarked to her.

Ladybug jumped guiltily. "W-well, what can I say? Everyone who sews tends to sort their supplies in roughly the same way, and I'm a bit of a sewer myself."

One of Chat's clawed hands scrambled to plug his nose, while the other snagged a bundle of elastic cord out of the top drawer. His eyes watered from the stench, worsened by the wind still whipping in his face. "I've got the cord, LB. Now, please, let's get out there and stop that akuma. You'll keep smelling like human waste until we do."

The two climbed out through the hatch in the roof, ready to face their foe.

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"Hey, Marinette, hi, can we talk?"

"Uh, sure!" Marinette smiled widely, wanting to make up for her initial hesitation. Her crush greeting her at school wasn't so out of the ordinary, but they usually said no more than greetings - and he was acting just a little bit shy. "What is it?"

"We have a diary situation."