~ (Y/N)'s P.O.V. ~
I storm up to my room, clutching my school bag. I slam the door, and it isn't long before someone knocks on my door.
"Go away!" I screech, throwing my bag across the room.
"(Y/N), please open the door," says Nathalie.
"Why? So that you can tell me that my father grounded me for life? Well, I already am grounded for life, in case you haven't noticed!" I yell. My throat is beginning to hurt, and tears are falling from my face.
"(Y/N), you know your father only wants the best for you. Please open the door. I'm not here to talk about consequences. I just want to talk." Nathalie says.
I slide out of bed and open the door. "Honestly, Nat, I really need someone to talk to," I say.
She nods and gives me a sympathetic look before sitting down. "Listen, (Y/N), please don't get too upset over this. I don't quite understand what the deal is with public school. Why do you and Adrien feel the need to go there?" she says.
I sit down beside of her. "I want friends my age. I mean, sure, I have Adrien and Chloé, but that's it," I tell her, my arms crossed.
"What's wrong with Chloé? I thought you two were friends," Nathalie says.
"Chloé? Are you kidding? We were friends until around fifth grade and then she became the brat she is today," I whine.
"Well, if it makes you feel any better, I happen to know that the daughter of the owners of the Tom and Sabine Bakery is around your age. Would you like to meet her sometime? I have a feeling that the two of you would make great friends," she says.
I squeal in delight and hug her. "Can we arrange that? Are you sure?" I ask her, shocked.
"Yes, we can. In fact, I believe you have an opening in your schedule this Saturday," she tells me.
My eyes widen, and I smile. "Thanks, Nat. This really helped," I say.
She smiles. "No problem, (Y/N). Now, get your books so we can start your new history unit," she says.
I race over to my desk and pick up the books, then I rush over to Nathalie.
It isn't long before Father enters the room. "(Y/N), I hope you know that there will be consequences for your actions today," he says.
"Yes, Father, I know," I say.
"You're grounded. You will only leave the house for photo shoots from now until Friday," he says in a cold tone.
"Yes, Father," I say, clenching my fists. I see a warm lavender light from underneath his tie. "How strange," I think.
He walks out of the room and I frown.
"Don't be too upset," says Nathalie, "Like you said, you only ever left the house for photo shoots. Plus, you aren't grounded on Saturday. I will arrange the meeting with Marinette."
She walks out, and I'm left alone in my room.
About an hour later, Adrien walks in. "Hey, (Y/N), are you alright?" he says, sitting down next to me.
"No," I whisper, "I can't take it anymore! I hate my life! I hate it!" I start crying.
"(Y/N), I know things have been a little different since Mom disappeared, but we'll get through it together," he says, "I promise."
"But it's not fair!" I scream, grabbing my songbook only to see it had fallen apart from my school bag's impact with the wall.
Adrien, seeing my songbook, gives my a concerned look. "(Y/N), it's okay. We'll get you a new songbook," he says.
"No, Adrien, it's not the same!" I cry, "Mom gave me that book right before she disappeared."
Had I been paying attention, I would've seen a strange black and purple butterfly flying toward me.
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(Gabriel's P.O.V.)
"No, akuma! Get away from that girl! You're supposed to go after Ivan," I yell, raising my cane out of anger. The akuma wouldn't listen, though. My daughter's negative emotions are much stronger than Ivan's, and now I have a very serious problem.
The akuma lands on her, and I sigh. Surely it couldn't be too bad to drag my own daughter into this.
"Songheart, I am Hawk Moth. Your songbook has been ruined, I see. Well, I'm giving you the power to make all of Paris feel your pain!" I say, hoping she'll accept.
"I'm so confused. Can you actually give me that power? Oh, and how are you talking to me?" she asks.
I sigh and shake my head. "I can give you that power. I'm talking to you telepathically. Any more questions?" I say.
She shakes her head and stands up. "No," she says, "But I accept your offer. Paris will suffer!" she says, holding the akumatized object, her schoolbag, in the air. I see the bubbles surrounding her, and I feel the slightest bit of guilt for dragging her into this.
"Thank you, Hawk Moth," says Songheart, "But one final thing. I owe you something in return. What is it that you're after? I know you want something, most likely from the heroes that will probably come to stop me."
"The thing I want most is the earrings of the Ladybug and the ring of the Black Cat." I say, an evil grin on my face.
"Easy enough," she says, "I'll get you those jewels."
She starts demolishing buildings, and after a half an hour of destruction, she comes to the Agreste mansion.
"What are you doing?" I ask her.
"Carrying my brother to safety," she says, walking into the mansion. Right before she opens the door to Adrien's room, a red and black yo-yo hits her in the face.
"Who are you?" says someone behind Songheart. It's the holder of the Ladybug earrings.
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Big Dreamer - Miraculous x Reader
FanfictionDescription: (Y/N) is a young model for her father's fashion company. (Y/N), however, cannot stand modeling and wants to become a singer. When (Y/N) tells her father about her dreams, he dismisses her and tells her that she has no choice but to co...