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#Kitty Section
miraculosus · 6 months
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I drew this for the @julerose-zine 🖤💜💝 !! Love these girls very much, was happy to participate this year ^w^
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nah but like- celebrity gossip in paris be different: ”Dude, you know the guitarist from Kitty Section?” ”Luka Couffaine? Yeah, why” ”He’s going out with Adrien Agreste-“
“Wait, the Adrien Agreste? Like model and son of Gabriel Agreste, Agreste?!”
“Any other Adrien you know?” ”Sorry- hey wait a minute, wasn’t he dating that girl who was offered to intern for Audrey Bougeouis?” ”Marinette Dupain-Cheng? Yeah well turns out, she’s going out with World-Class Fencing Champion Kagami Tsurugi.” ”Well good for them- *phone pings* DUDE- YOU KNOW THOSE GUYS WHO MAKE THE MIRACULOUS LADYBUG WEBCOMICS?” ”Uh yeah?” ”They’re going out!!” ”I totally ship them!!” Edit cuz i thought of something really funny after reading @grabowskibeepboop’s reblog: ”DUDE-“ ”What?”
“LUKA’S CHEATING ON ADRIEN WITH CHAT NOIR”
“w h a t” ”LOOK” *shows ladyblog article about lukanoir*
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rierse · 1 year
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Doodles in a notebook
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This was a special request for @quickspinner
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galahadwilder · 1 year
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Do we think Kitty Section fans call themselves Couffainiacs
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rubibragaart · 4 months
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Imagine that Adrien is listening to the new Kitty Section song.
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katydoodles · 2 years
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BEAU Kitty Section
I wanted to explore my AU a little more.
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I added the sketch because I loved it so much.
In the AU Rose and Luka are still band mates. The band is new and the only band member are Luka, rose and Juleka. Rose is vocals, Juleka and Luka switch between base and electric guitar. Luka manages the band more often than not. Marinette is an unofficial member, she designs and makes their costumes and set designs. Marinette helps Luka sometimes with getting giggs for them to play. Juleka loves to take photos of them when she get the chance.
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ROUND 1 (Side A)
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kitty section, aka the best band ever
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wisteriasymphony · 2 months
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need help coming up with a name for Luka's band in TWEOS. i know it's Kitty something or other in canon, but because this is a "Everyone hates Chat Noir" universe, Parisians tend to shy away from anything to do with cats (and butterflies, for that matter).
ideas so far; Vampire Revival, Dark Genesis, Orphic Revival?*, Ouroboros EnChained, Chemical Sex(es), Alice Abyssal, Deep Poison
*hesitant about this one because I already have allusions to Orpheus & Eurydice pertaining to Adrien. The parallel could be cool? But Luka's not the one I want to have as a foil to Adrien in the context of their respective relationships.
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pastelranicorn · 4 months
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I wish I added fairy lights for a cosy bedroom vibe :(
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generalluxun · 1 year
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We were Robbed (humor)
Proof that Astruc is a hack: We've had Kitty section since season 2 and we've never had a band group-akumatization into some epic Black Metal version of themselves.
We deserve Rose belting out fierce gutturals.
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miraculosus · 1 year
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Kitty Section gig poster I made years ago but never posted cuz I wasn’t on tumblr at the time 🐱 #TBT miaou~ (solo members under the cut)
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I Should be Asleep
1:47 am 
I Should be Asleep (AO3)
A Huge thank you to @quickspinner for helping me with the music metaphors in this chapter!! 💖💖💖
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He would be lying if he said he hadn’t been thinking about Marinette on and off—nonstop—for the past three days. 
Which was why he hadn’t said anything about it. 
And especially not to Juleka… 
But just because he hadn’t said anything didn’t make it any less true. Her song was in his head, playing on endless repeat. Sometimes it was at the forefront of his mind, sometimes it allowed itself to become an the soundtrack to which his other thoughts played through his head. 
But it was always there. 
And with every repeat, new complexities bloomed into full blossom, like the flowers scattered across the shirt she had been wearing. There was so much in her song, her music almost overflowed into the world around her. And how could it not? He had seen a symphony in her eyes. In her smile. And every time he passed one of the pictures of her on the wall he couldn’t help but wonder how he had never noticed it there before. 
Soft and gentle chords of compassion and kindness plucked at heartstrings, while the delicate tones of imagination, wonder, and creativity played on silver flutes added the lightness of daydreams. Bright and vivacious brassy notes brought warmth and the sparkling light of her open and generous nature into the song while the steady beat of courage and a sense of justice kept time as the heartbeat. 
All of it blended into the melody of her. 
Arpegios played in quick succession raced and rambled like a mind moving too quickly for the rest of her to keep up with, sounding of stuttered words and flailing hands and nervous laughter before receding. Discordant with the strength woven throughout her melody, that somehow sounded as if it believed it was played with borrowed chords. The music was headstrong and gentle all at once, played with the strength born from a heart of gold. It sang of boundless creativity. Of stubbornness and an eagerness to please. Of bold confidence hidden behind frazzled nerves. 
 It was an organized mess of contradictions and perfect sense. 
And through it it all was the constant sound of an honest heart worn on a sleeve. 
It was the most beautiful thing he had ever heard. 
He could spend the rest of his life listening to it. 
He was almost drowning in it, just like he had almost drowned in the summer skies of her eyes.   It was so easy to slip beneath the surface, to discover the world of bright a vivid colours, like a coral reef. 
He was drowning… 
He had dove in head first… 
He was falling… 
He was- 
“-Stupid.” 
He jerked out of his daydream, nearly toppling off of his bed both from the surprise of Juleka’s sharply quiet—and annoyed—voice. And the way she had knocked the leg he had had his other leg and his guitar propped up against as he ried to figure out Marinette’s heartsong out from under him. 
“What was that for?” 
“I’ve been calling you for the past five minutes.” Guiltily, he glanced at his phone; there were seven missed call notifications from his sister. “And you made me come down here to get you. Everyone’s here,” she added flatly, “we’re all ready to start rehearsal.” 
Sighing, he ran a a hand through his hair, further disheveling it. It had been another sleepless night spent tossing and turning, and his bedhead was worse than usual. He had meant to tame it earlier, especially given- but he had gotten caught up in-
“And what’s with that song, anyways?” Juleka asked as she glanced over her shoulder, already halfway out the door of their room. “You’ve been playing it nonstop for days now.”
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Her pencil flew across the page, racing to keep up with the music. Juleka had been right when she had suggested she drop by the Kitty Section rehearsal to see if she could glean any inspiration from the music. 
She couldn’t remember the last time she had felt this inspired. 
Already, she had filled what felt like dozens of pages of her sketchbook. Page after page, the ideas had poured out of her and onto the pages until they blurred together. Her hands could barely keep up with the ideas flowing from her pencil onto the pages. The lines of her pencil were joined by hastily added splashes of colour; suggestions for what would fit the vision of each outfit. A soft sky blue for a sundress with a swirly skirt, and a delicate shade of periwinkle for a blouse. Delicate rose and carnation pinks paired harmoniously with the blues of hyacinths, periwinkles, and the sky. Even lilac joined the mix. 
The pages were quickly filling with everything from sweet and pretty dresses outfits and dreamy gowns to avant-garde ensembles only fit for a runway or a stage… 
And as the pages progressed, punchier colours joined the mix. Brighter and bolder pinks, purples, reds, and blues unfurled across the pages to match the ever-growing boldness of the designs, filling in the blank spaces of the designs like stained glass. 
The confident and gentle sound of a guitar carried her pencil across a fresh page in bold lines. The silhouette would be strong; sharp and bold lines to mimic the power of his playing and the angles and planes of his face. But the textiles… they would be soft to match the gentleness in his eye and the warmth of his smile. Supple leather and denim would provide structure and integrity while still offering comfort like his smile. And the colours…true black would be too stark. Too abrupt. Faded blacks and midnight blues… but with splashes of bright blue- the serene blue of calm seas to match his eyes-
“Hey.” 
She jumped at the voice, barely managing to keep a hold of her sketchbook as she flailed to regain her balance before she could topple off of the crate she had perched herself on. Once she had—at least to some degree—composed herself, she looked up into Juleka’s luminous eyes. Well, the eye that wasn’t hidden behind her hair. She hadn’t even realized they had stopped playing. 
Except Luka, apparently; she could still hear his guitar. 
Juleka for her part, raised a brow and levelled her with a look but didn’t comment. Instead she said, “We’re taking ten. Rose and I are going down to grab drinks, you want anything?” 
“Oh! O-oh yeah. Sure. That- that would be great.” She tightened her grip on her sketchbook ash she tried to ground herself with the familiar feel of its cover. Why was she suddenly so flustered? It was Juleka! They were friends! She didn’t have anything to be flustered about! 
Juleka’s brow rose a little higher, but she nodded and turned without saying a word. Until she glanced back over her shoulder to mumble, “You were pretty in the zone; you must have some pretty sweet stuff in there.” 
“Y-yeah, maybe,” she laughed, brushing her bangs out of her face as she dropped her gaze to the notebook. “I guess we’ll have to see.”
“Cool.” With that, Juleka disappeared down below deck. 
Surreptitiously, she cast a glance around deck. The Captain was nowhere in sight, but that wasn’t surprising since Luka had mentioned she was at work until the evening. Rose and Juleka were both below deck. Ivan was by the railing, talking on the phone with Mylène from the sounds of what she could hear. Finally, her eyes found Luka. 
He was sitting on the edge of the stage, his guitar still slung around him with the instrument resting in his lap. He was scribbling in a battered but otherwise nondescript notebook with the same kind of fervour she felt when she was in the zone. She watched as he dropped his pencil into the fold of his notebook and took his guitar in hand. He played a few notes, frowned, and then picked up his pencil again and scratched out whatever he had just written. And then, as if he felt her eyes on him, he looked up to meet her gaze. He shot her that lopsided smile she was quickly growing familiar with, the one that made the corners of his eyes crinkle and softened the sharp lines of his face. And then he offered her a small wave. 
She returned his smile and wave with ones of her own, and then, unsure of why her face was suddenly feeling so warm, she dropped her gaze back down to her sketchbook and opened it to a random page. 
Slowly, she began flipping through the pages.. She marked several of the pages to look at in more detail later; some of the designs would make great costumes for Kitty Section if they ever had the need. Sure, some of them were ambitious, but she could already imagine them now. The way pink sequins would catch the light as Rose screamed into the mic and the way studs on distressed denim would glint as Ivan drummed. Juleka would look incredible in black lace and Luka… 
She squinted at her sketchbook. 
She hadn’t realized quite how many costume ideas she had sketched for Luka. There were at least five pages dedicated to different costume ideas for him, each more ambitious than the last. Ambitious… but approachable. Her brows furrowed as she flipped to the last page. 
And she froze.  
It was the design she had been working on when Juleka interrupted her. 
It wasn’t just that it wasn’t a costume—jeans and a hoodie with leather accents didn’t seem like much of a costume in her opinion—that gave her pause. 
In all of her other sketches, she had used the general silhouette, maybe some rough lines to indicate hair to distinguish who would wear each outfit. 
She hadn’t drawn any of the others with faces. 
Especially not with such… with such detail. She could almost see the gleam in his eyes as the sketch of Luka, sitting on the stage but wearing her clothes, looked down at his guitar. Her fingers hovered over the page. Why had she-
“Here you go.” 
She squeaked, and for the second time, almost lost her sketchbook in a fit of flailing. Once she had recovered, she looked up to find Juleka standing over her once again, this time holding out a glass of lemonade. 
“You good?” she asked, raising a brow. 
“Y-yeah! I’m good. Sorry. Just- y’know, in the zone!” she rambled as she took the glass and downed a gulp of the cool drink to try and quell the heat in her cheeks. 
“Sure…” Juleka mumbled before turning to the stage. “Hey, come get your drink!” she- she didn’t yell, but it was a loud enough mumble that it carried. 
Luka looked up from his notebook and nodded when he saw his sister holding the drink. “Be there in a sec.” 
“I’m just leaving this here for him,” Juleka said as she turned back to place the other drink on the empty crate beside her. “It’s going to be a longer break than we thought, Rose found some of the frozen cookie dough from the last girls night we did here, and she’s decided she wants cookies.” 
“Oh, do you want any help?” she asked, already moving to get up. 
Juleka shook her head. “There’s barely enough room for two people as it is.” She snorted at that, remembering the struggle it had been to cram everyone into the kitchen when they had made the cookies during girls night. “Besides, you said you were in the zone,” her friend added, nodding to her notebook. “I’ll leave you to it.”
“Oh, ok, if you’re sure. Thanks.” 
Juleka smiled and then started back toward the stairs that led below deck. After she had only taken a couple of steps, she turned back. “Just make sure that whatever costumes you’re designing for us, mine are cooler than Luka’s.” 
She couldn’t help but laugh at Juleka’s words and wicked smirk. She was so caught up in her laughter, she didn’t notice Luka sitting down next to her until he leaned toward her, just close enough that his breath tickled her. 
“What’s so funny? Sorry,” he added when she jumped. 
She ducked her head, biting her lip until she had her giggles and smile under control. “Nothing, Juleka just wanted me to make my designs for her costumes cooler than yours.”
“Typical,” he chuckled. “She thinks I’m nothing but a huge dork.”
“You’re not!” she cried indignantly, only to be met with soft chuckles. 
“I’ll let you try telling her that.” He leaned over to tap a finger against her notebook. “Is that what you were working on? Costumes for us?” 
Fresh warmth flooded her cheeks. “I’m sorry, it’s a bit presumptuous isn’t it? To even assume you want costumes-” 
“No, I think it’s great.” His smile was so honest, and there was an bright gleam in his eyes. “I bet whatever you came up with is amazing.” 
“Maybe…” she said doubtfully, looking back down at her sketchbook. 
“Juleka’s told me all about your designs. I know that whatever you thought of, it’s incredible. And if you don’t like it,” he gently bumped her with his shoulder, “well, the worst that can happen is your creativity didn’t work out this time. That’s what it’s all about on the Liberty, and in Kitty Section; trying new things and being creative.”
She smiled wryly. “But I’m not in the band, remember?” 
He shrugged, and easy smile on his face. “Sure you are.” 
“What? But I don’t even play an instrument!” 
“But every band needs a costume designer, right?” 
“Yeah…” 
“The position is yours, if you want it,” he said, turning so his smile was fixed on her. 
Her heart did something fluttery. She shook her head and smiled. “Yeah, I’d like that.”
“And…” he said slowly, “I can teach you how to play some chords, if you’d like.” 
“I- yeah. I’d like that.” 
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“Just put your fingers here, here, and here.” 
“Like this?” 
“Here, let me just- there, that’s perfect.”
“What do we do next?” 
“We’re going to make sure that all the notes sound good before we play it as a chord. So we’re going to pick out each note… see how they all sound nice and clear?” 
“Yeah. And we do this to make sure my fingers in the right place, right?”
“Exactly. And they all sounded good, so now we strum like this…” 
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He was staring at the ceiling again. The cracks of light filtering through the porthole were just enough to illuminate the cracks in the ceiling he had committed to memory three nights ago. Even with his bed rearranged so his feet were now at the headboard, he could still see the array of cracks and stickers as clear as day. 
Had she caught him staring at her? 
Was that why she had been so shy when she had smiled and waved to him during the break before retreating to her sketchbook? 
He had been trying to play it cool. 
He thought he had been. 
Or at least, he thought he had done a good job at pretending to be cool. As Jules so often loved to point out, he was anything but cool. 
But he hadn’t been able to help himself; he hadn’t been able to stop his eyes from gravitating towards her as they had played. He had been completely transfixed by the way her brows crinkled with concentration, and the way her lips had pursed and her tongue had stuck out just a little as she had worked. 
Playing had helped him focus. A little. Throughout their entire rehearsal, his fingers had itched to play the song that he was still trying to fully untangle. The one that had been on repeat in his head since she had stumbled into his room. 
But then during their break… she had been so in the zone, he hadn’t been able to bear the thought of disturbing her. He knew what it was like to be in the zone. To have the creative juices flowing and to have the stars align so that everything just worked. Breaking her out of that would have been a crime. The adorable look of concentration on her face hadn’t played a—huge—role in that decision. 
So he had let himself look at her. He had tried to be subtle, what with everyone—especially his sister—around. But maybe he hadn’t been as subtle as he had thought… 
Usually, he wasn’t about trying to play anything but music. But it was all so new! He didn’t want to make her uncomfortable! He didn’t want to scare her away. He didn’t know how she felt… 
He pulled a pillow over his face and let something between a sigh and a groan escaped him, muffled by the pillow.  
It was all so… so new. 
He had had passing crushes before. But this? 
This was different. 
He hadn’t heard music before. 
Not like this.  
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She hadn’t realized just how much… how much blue had ended up in her sketchbook until she had gotten home and started flipping through it again to see what fabrics in her stash might suit the designs she wanted to make. And… how? Why? 
Why had her sketchbook suddenly been dominated by blue? 
It wasn’t like she never wore blue! She just didn’t normally wear that much of it… 
She sighed as she kicked her covers off and carefully, so as not to wake Tikki who was snoring softly on her pillow, climbed out of her bed. In the light that filtered through the cracks in her curtains and through the glass of the trapdoor that led to her balcony, she padded across her room to her sketchbook. She glared at it as she picked it up from where she had dumped it on her desk earlier, when Tikki had chided her for still being awake. 
She glanced at her alarm clock and sighed. It wasn’t like Tikki’s reminders that she should have been asleep by that point had done any good, seeing as she was still up. 
She bit her lip as she began flipping through the pages as she idly made her way toward her chaise. 
The blue? It was throwing her for a loop. Not unlike her Lucky Charms so often did. 
But just like she always did with her Lucky Charms, she would figure it out. 
She plopped herself down on the chaise and began examining the pages with the clothes she had obviously designed for herself in mind. The sky blue she had chosen for a dress… the sky had been a gorgeous shade of blue during the afternoon. And sitting in out in the open on the deck of the Liberty… she must have subconsciously drawn the colour from that. And the hyacinth and periwinkle blues… well, everything was in bloom right now. And they had passed some shops that had hanging baskets of flowers outside as they had headed toward the Liberty. So that explained the shades of blue. And the lilac, it easily could have been something she saw in the planters they passed or a natural conclusion to reach given she had been using mostly pinks and blues. 
She smiled to herself. 
The shades of blue had nothing to do with Luka. 
She froze just as she was flipping to the next page. 
Luka? 
Why-
He had nothing to do with her designs! Why would she even think that? 
She shook her head and looked down at the page in front of her. Luka’s likeness stared back up other. 
Just because she had drawn him for… whatever reason she had, it didn’t mean anything. She doodled stuff all the time! Sure, her doodles usually weren’t quite so… detailed… But that still didn’t mean anything! Just like it didn’t mean anything that her sketchbook was suddenly filled with shades of blue! 
She snapped the sketchbook closed and tossed it to the side before crossing her arms and letting out a breath that she channeled all of her frustrations into. 
This was stupid! She should be sleeping, not fixating on whatever silly nonsense was going on with her sketchbook. Because that’s what is was. 
It was silly. 
It was nonsense. 
It was crazy- 
She jolted from her chaise, as if electrified, by the sudden—and unwanted—thought that had just forced its way into her head. 
He had almost seen her sketchbook. 
When he had sat down beside her- if she hadn’t- if the she had lost her grip- if it had opened to one of the many pages with designs for him- the one with his face-
The waves of anxious thoughts carried her to and fro as she paced around her room. She did her best to keep her footsteps light. She didn’t want to wake Tikki and have to listen to another lecture on the importance of sleep. But how could she keep her footsteps light- how could she keep calm- how could she sleep when she was suddenly filled with worries that maybe he somehow had seen her sketchbook. 
Because how would she explain it? How would she explain that the only sketch that had a face—a detailed face—was of him? How would she explain that without sounding crazy? If all of the design sketches had included faces on the models- but no! It was just him! He would think she was crazy! 
She didn’t want him to think she was crazy! 
She wanted-
‘I think Marinette the compass has found herself a new statue.’ 
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He had tried counting sheep to take his mind off the music that was permeating his thoughts. But they had quickly turned to measures of music. Of one song in particular… 
So he had tried grounding himself. He had tried imagining the weight of a guitar in his hands. The feel of the polished wood of his acoustic and the comforting resistance of perfectly tuned strings. He would have just gotten up and gabbed his guitar, but he didn’t trust himself to hold an instrument and not start playing her song. 
And the last thing he had wanted to do was wake up Jules… 
Imagining the feel of the guitar had worked. 
Sort of. 
He had stopped playing her song over and over in his mind. But only, he suspected, because his mind was now fixated on the feel of her hands in his as he had guided her fingers to press down on the strings in the right places and strum with the pick he had handed her. And how she had fit so perfectly in his arms. And the way her perfume, a soft and sweet blend of vanilla and something floral, had scented the air around them. And the way she had so paid such rapt attention to his every word… 
It wasn’t uncommon for people to ask him how to play; and he usually didn’t mind obliging. But Marinette had paid attention the way only an artist invited into anther artists’s realm would. 
She was just… she was so incredible. So honest. So sincere… 
He rolled over, the blankets winding themselves even more tightly around him as he continued his tossing and turning, and groaned into his pillow for the umpteenth time. 
He was so far gone… 
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‘I think Marinette the compass has found herself a new statue.’ 
She had retreated back to her bed and burrowed under her mountain of blankets and pillows and plushies. It had been a completely useless attempt to block out her thoughts; as if pillows and plushies could protect her against them, as if blankets could hide her from them. 
Alya’s words were still echoing inside her head. As unwelcome and untrue as they had been for the past three nights. 
She had said Alya was being silly. Alya had been being silly! She loved Adrien. And she had only just met Luka! And yeah, Luka was really nice- sweet even. And gentle. Kind. Funny. And he had been really brave, the way he had tricked Captain Hardrock. And he was an incredible musician, the way he had managed to stand out on stage, even with the rest of Kitty Section up there with him. And the way he had played her that song that had been so… sincere. So honest. And he was kinda cute. Well, he was really cute. 
He was more than cute… 
But none of that meant anything! 
She was in love with Adrien! 
And thinking her friend was talented didn’t mean anything. All of her friends were talented! And there was nothing weird about thinking a friend was cute. Rose was adorable, and Juleka was drop dead gorgeous. It was just a fact! 
So none of it meant anything… 
But if Alya had been being ridiculous… why was she still lying wide awake? And why was she lying wide awake thinking about Luka? 
And the feeling of his arms… 
She shook her head. 
Nope.
No. 
Absolutely not. 
It was just- she was just- she was being ridiculous! 
Yeah, she had been… flustered. But that was only natural! She was still getting to know Luka! And yeah, they had quickly become friends—they had just clicked—but she was still getting to know him and getting used to him so it was only natural to be a little flustered by how he had appeared in her sketchbook! 
And the way her face had warmed as he had told her she was already a part of the band… 
And how close they had ended up while he taught her to play… 
With his arms around her… 
And his soft, velvet voice in her ear… 
And his hands that had fit so perfectly around hers as he guided her- 
But he had just been showing her how to play!
It didn’t…  
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milarqui · 6 months
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Scarlet Lady: Silencer
Directory | Intermission 2
Tikki watched the encounter from one of the flowerpots nearby: since Chloé wasn't carrying a bag with her now, this was the best way she could stick close to Chloé in case there was an Akuma.
Unfortunately, that still meant having to deal with Chloé's issues and her father's. Such as today.
“How good to see you, Bob!” the Mayor said, greeting a rotund man with sunglasses over his bald head she knew was Bob Roth. “And little Xavier–”
“Ah! XY!” Oh yeah, this was the boy Chloé liked for some reason. His music was decent, but nothing to write home about.
“Of course!” M. Bourgeois apologized. “You remember my princess?”
“How could I forget,” Roth said neutrally. Not that Chloé seemed to care, as she was making eyes at the singer.
“Hello XY! I got you Daddy's best table!” Chloé said.
“Thanks, Clarice,” XY said in a bored tone.
“Uh, it's Chloé,” her wielder corrected, not that the singer seemed to care. “Daddy, don't forget to comp XY's meal!”
M. Bourgeois was clearly not as enthusiastic about the idea as his daughter.
“Ma chérie, that's a little–”
“Don't worry, you can still charge M. Bob.”
“Ha. Ha,” the older man laughed humorlessly.
“Thanks, Cassie.”
“Chloé.”
Once more, XY didn't seem to care much about the correction, as he pulled out a laptop.
“Alright, let's hear what you cop– uh, created,” M. Roth said, as XY pressed a key, and music came out of the laptop's speakers. Chloé sighed in pleasure, but Tikki sighed in boredom. All of that boy's music always sounded the same to her ears.
“It's so cool, like you~” Chloé said. Tikki wondered if her wielder had an ear defect or if she was just blinded by her celebrity crush.
“It's the same as last year,” M. Roth stated. Tikki would have said that it was the same as everything else XY had ever made, but she had to stay hidden.
“Eh?”
“Oh, so it is,” XY blandly replied. “My bad.”
“No big deal. As for visuals...”
“Visu-what?”
Tikki blinked.
“Don't worry, we'll use my usual method,” M. Roth continued. “If you're short on new ideas, borrow someone else's.”
As if the manager couldn't fall lower...
And yet, as the two men laughed, she could see Chloé smiling.
Given her attempt to steal Marinette's design for the hat contest, Tikki could tell Chloé just felt like at home amidst her fellow plagiarists.
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“We're looking for visually and musically creative talent! You have two weeks to send in your videos!” Bob Roth, the well-known manager, announced in his usual hammy style, from Marinette's phone as she showed it to his friends.
“It's the perfect chance to showcase Kitty Section!” Marinette suggested.
“And your designs!” Luka added with a smile.
“You guys will make something awesome for sure!”
Everyone in the group turned to Adrien.
“Huh?” Rose mumbled in shock.
“Adrien, you're not joining us?” Marinette asked, worried.
“It goes against my dad's contract, but it's okay! It doesn't bother me!”
“Sure looks like it bothers you,” Marinette replied, taking in on her friend's tense smile and shadowed features.
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During the next two weeks, both Kitty Section and worked hard in everything to be made. Rehearsals, choreography, fittings, brainstormings, designings... a lot of work went into a music video, particularly one that had to be thrown together in such a short time, but the five teenagers rose to the occasion with greatness.
It was during one of the rehearsals that Marinette had the perfect idea for the designs.
“You know I love unicorns~ And nothing makes me feel better~”
Quickly, she began to put her idea down to pencil and paper, letting her prodigious mind become awash in patterns and designs... unaware of the fond looks the group's lead guitarist was giving her.
“I see their faces everywhere I go~ Dreaming about them in the night!”
----
“I only want them to be mine, mine, mine!”
And, of course, when the final product was finished, they sent it to their unofficial fifth member.
“THEY LOOK SO GOOOOOD!” Adrien cried out, tears waterfalling out of his eyes as Plagg patted his cheek.
“There, there,” the Kwami said, having expected this reaction. It wasn't as if he hadn't complained about it for the past two weeks.
“No fair~!” Adrien kept crying, even as the video kept playing.
“I dream about them every night!”
----
SUBMISSION ACCEPTED
“We did it!” Kitty Section and their costume designer cheerfully shouted.
Unaware of what was about to happen.
----
One week later, Marinette was at the Liberty, talking with her friends, slightly worried.
“They're sure taking their time...” she noted: despite the promises that they would get an answer soon, M. Roth's company had yet to send an answer on the video contest.
“They must've gotten a lot of videos and haven't chosen a winner yet,” Luka pointed out, knowing how things could be in the musical field–
“DUDE, WHAT THE FRIG?!”
Everyone turned to Ivan, who had just rushed into the room, clearly angry about something. Which was way out of character for the boy.
“Ivan, what–?”
“That dweeb XY ripped us off! Look at the TV station!”
Juleka quickly picked up the remote and turned on the TV, which showed the tail end of a music video.
One that all five people in the room were intimately familiar with, given that they had worked on it for two weeks. Hell, the singer's costume was almost identical to what Marinette had made for them!
Only, there were a few differences: every Kitty Section reference on the stage had been replaced with an XY monogram.
“XY is here to debut his new sound and style!” the announcer said. “A true original! You've outdone yourself, XY!”
It was only five seconds of video, but it was more than enough to suddenly turn the interior of the room into an atmosphere that promised both sides of hell for the singer and his manager.
“Oh, you hack frauds are dead,” Marinette declared, clearly ready to press her point straight into Roth's face – along with her fist. And the same for everyone else: for all that they were the nicest people around, Bob Roth had really managed to press their buttons.
----
Arriving to the studio where XY was showing off his 'new video' was easy.
Entering, however, became harder.
“No solicitors,” one of the men-in-black at the entrance stated.
“Hey! That's our music and our costumes!” Marinette yelled, filled with righteous anger at how her and her friends had been robbed of their work.
“And your problem,” the man-in-black replied, uncaring.
Kitty Section looked at each other. It was time to plan.
----
“ROOOOOAR!”
“Ahh!”
“Eek!”
“HELP!”
Ivan had grabbed his video's costume and was now running after Rose and Juleka, who were screaming in 'fear' as they attempted to stay ahead of Ivan.
“Our friend is akumatized!”
“There's no heroes to save us!”
The men-in-black rolled their eyes.
“Kids, c'mon.”
“That's not going to work on us.”
“Do you think we're that stupid?”
Behind them, Luka and Marinette struggled not to burst out laughing at the oblivious men-in-black, as they took advantage of their distraction to sneak inside without them noticing.
Yes, you are that stupid, Marinette thought as they made their way in.
----
Finding where the thief was showing off their ideas was somewhat complicated, mostly because they couldn't just stop someone and ask, but a few minutes later they found the studio behind one large door.
“Your new single is way better than your last one! It's your best hit!” they heard Alec Cataldi exclaim as they opened the door.
“There he is!” Marinette whispered.
“How can they praise him when he messed up the music?!” Luka asked, disgusted, while Marinette took in the decorations that were such a rip-off from the ones she had made.
“And he made such a cheap costume and set up!” she realized, offended that XY would so mess with her work. “Isn't he rich?!”
“And where'd you get this look?” Alec continued asking, not realizing what the singer and his manager had actually done.
“Oh, my personal designer, uh...” he said, nodding at a girl standing next to him.
“Chloé Bourgeois.”
“Right, Cleo.”
“Of course,” Marinette growled. She had already tried to steal her work once, who else would it be? The two of them angrily pushed open the door and walked up to the hack and the thief, who were accompanied by the manager. Marinette pulled up her phone.
“M. Roth, I sent you this video on the group you're blatantly copying!” she shouted, queuing Kitty Section's music video.
“Oh, please, there's no similarity!” the manager blatantly lied.
“We were just... inspired!” XY had the guts to say.
“'Inspired'?!” Luka shouted, grabbing the cheap knock-off mask XY was wearing and ripping it off.
“OW!” Luka hadn't been gentle when he did it.
“You didn't create this mask, Marinette did!”
“Mon Chouka!” Chloé chimed in. “I worked so hard on that mask! Are you calling me a liar?”
Marinette felt like ripping off that false innocent face off her... face.
It looked like Luka would beat her off the punch.
“I'M NOT CALLING YOU A TRUTHER!”
----
“Fine, you won't admit the truth? Then I will! Right now, LIVE!” Marinette shouted, pointing at the manager in righteous anger – only for the manager to grab her by the arm.
“If you do that, I'll ruin you and your friend's careers by telling them you're the copycats!” Roth maliciously replied. “Who do you think they'll believe? A renowned producer, or some nobodies?”
“Wha–?!” Marinette exclaimed in shock.
“You won't make another costume ever again!” Roth threatened.
“Of course, I won't let that happen to you, mon Chouka!” Chloé said.
He liked to think he was a calm guy. But... that comment made something snap in him, and he turned to fire a glare that could have probably stripped the paint off the studio's walls.
“Uh, um...” Chloé babbled as she realized that maybe she had made a mistake. “W–What's that look for?! I did nothing wrong!”
She turned around, giving her back to him.
“I'm just saying, with your looks, you could go solo like XY! You just have to ditch your loser friends!”
Luka was so beyond rage, that when he saw the black butterfly fusing with the mask he had taken from XY, he didn't care.
“And forget about Dupain-Cheng, her designs are way too complicated! Do you know how hard it was to copy them?”
That did it. He put on the mask.
“And also–”
He flipped her off with both hands.
“Oh fuck.”
----
Luka quickly transformed, becoming covered in what looked like a motorcyclist body suit, complete with a helmet that only showed his eyes, and he reached out with his left hand.
“Uh, Luka, what are you–”
“Shhhh,” Luka – or, more like, Luka's Akuma – shushed, getting closer.
“Eek! Don't touch me!” Chloé shouted, and suddenly grabbed XY, who found himself with Luka's hand on his lips.
“Huh?” the singer mumbled.
“L–Luka?” Marinette said, shocked as she finally realized her friend had been Akumatized.
As Luka pulled away from XY, out of the singer's mouth came a wiggling blue jellyfish-like thing.
“Haha! I'm the best! I'm the richest! I'm famous!” the jellyfish said in XY's voice, before it was snatched by Luka.
“EEK! Akuma!” Chloé shrieked, before running off behind one door. “See you later, bye!”
Then Luka started to move his hand...
“Tsk, there goes my chance to silence her for good.”
… and somehow spoke with XY's voice.
“Luka, don't do this!” Marinette begged, approaching her friend. “It's not justice!”
“Marinette, I won't let anyone hurt you again,” Luka said, still with XY's voice. “You're an extraordinary girl. Clear as a music note, sincere as a melody.”
Marinette felt her cheeks starting to burn as she kept listening on Luka's words.
“You're the music that's been playing in my head since the day we met. I won't let anything happen to you.”
And, as Luka left, Marinette clenched her fists.
That was the most romantic thing I've ever heard... she thought, and you said it in XY's voice!
But, never mind that, she needed to hide and transform! So she quickly ran out the exit and into the first bathroom she could find.
“A love confession!” Pollen said as soon as she could come out of Marinette's bag. “I'm not surprised, my Queen commands attention!”
A blushing Marinette closed her eyes, trying to concentrate on the matter at hand.
“P–Pollen, he's an Akuma! Who knows if he meant it!”
“Hm, I don't know~” Pollen sing-sang, clearly enjoying the moment... even if it was not the moment.
“G-Geez, Buzz On!”
----
“You can't escape me, Bob Roth!” the Akumatized Luka said, still using XY's voice. “And I'll force you to tell the truth on live TV!”
“Eek!” the manager yipped, sounding almost like a little girl. “Don't touch me! I have influence!”
“I can't let you do that, Luka!” Marigold shouted, landing between the Akuma and the manager.
“About time!” Roth complained – and before she could react, he grabbed her by the shoulders and used her as a shield. “Stop standing around and protect me!”
Marigold didn't even have the time to get loose before the Akuma touched her lips with his fingers – and another jellyfish, this one with the same colors as her costume, flew out of her mouth.
“Venom! Bien Joué! Just use your Lucky Charm already!” she heard herself shout before the Akuma stole her voice.
WHY?! she silently cried out. The cowardly idiot not only had ruined her plan to protect his ass, he had taken advantage of the distraction to run away, taking a lift at the other side of the building.
“Byeeee!” the thief sang as he disappeared – and, to pile on Marigold's misery, the other idiot showed up.
“Marimold!” Scarlet shouted. “Hurry up and sting him!”
I can't use Venom without my voice! she thought, and tried to convey it with signs.
“You can't talk?!” Scarlet realized, and then (like the Chloé clone she seemed to be) started to laugh at her. “Hahaha! What a loser! I can't believe you let your voice get stolen–!”
“An opening.”
That was Marigold's voice.
And Luka's fingers on a shocked Scarlet's mouth.
Idiot, Marigold thought. Knowing that she'd be unable to bring her full power ahead, she pulled out her top and swung it to grab a higher point. Scarlet followed her, and as they climbed away from the Akuma, Marigold picked her top-phone.
Text Chat Noir, she sent to Scarlet.
You text Chat Noir! Scarlet replied.
“You can run, bugs, but you can't escape me for too long,” Akumatized Luka said. “I'll find you and Bob Roth!”
----
At the entrance of the studio, Ivan, Rose, and Juleka were still waiting for Luka and Marinette to come out... and they were getting worried.
“I hope everything's going okay...” Rose said, and Ivan nodded.
“The commercial break's been going for a while too...” Juleka answered, checking her phone.
The gate to the studio opened all of a sudden, and a large man ran out, clearly in a hurry.
“Wuh?! Is that Bob Roth?!” Juleka asked, shocked.
“Why's he running?” Ivan wondered.
They got the answer when someone walked out, following Bob Roth, wearing a full body leather suit and a helmet covering everything but his eyes.
“Who is that?!” Ivan shouted.
“You don't think...” Juleka could recognize who had passed by them... or, rather, who it was supposed to be.
Rose was just stunned at the sight of the obvious Akuma.
And then the three members of Kitty Section looked at each other with dread.
“Maybe we shouldn't have let them go alone,” they agreed.
----
Back at home, Adrien was showing Nathalie his friends' music video, pointing out the blatant thievery Bob Roth and XY had carried out.
“It's in Père's best interests to know his business partner's unethical practices,” he argued, “like plagiarism.”
Much to his relief, Nathalie nodded. Clearly, she could see that this was a serious matter.
“I'll pass on your concerns,” she said, and firmly walked out of his room, carefully closing the door behind herself.
“That's all I can do, though I don't have much confidence,” he said as Plagg came out of his hideaway. “Unless there's a public backlash...”
However, Plagg wasn't looking at him, but at the window.
“Hey, look.”
Adrien looked, and saw something unexpected.
“Marigold?” he realized.
“Scarlet Lady?” Plagg asked as well.
“That means...! My friends might've been Akumatized! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!” Adrien cried out, brandishing the Miraculous Ring. “Plagg, Claws Out!”
----
“I am here!” he announced, and was pleased to see Scar jumping in shock. “I checked your texts about the Akuma, what's the plan?”
Marigold put up an awkward face, while Scar made a lot of gestures while attempting to say... something.
“Wait, you lost your voice?!” he realized, and began to laugh. “Hahaha! Truly we've been blessed!”
Then he approached Marigold and gave her a playful nudge with his elbow.
“Goldie, we don't need to rush with this Akuma, right?” he said, winking at her.
But then, instead of speaking up, she moved her lips and made a wordless noise, similar to the one Scar had made.
“Oh no, my poor Honeybee!” he exclaimed, realizing she had suffered the same as Scar, and he hugged his fellow heroine. “We'll get your voice back right away!”
He could feel Scar's anger and what was likely her flipping him off, but he paid her no mind. He pulled his baton-phone, knowing that it was the best way for her to 'speak' now.
“So you can't use your powers... and you can't detransform,” he said, summarizing the situation. “So we're fucked."
Marigold quickly tapped away at her top-phone, sending a message.
“You want to make Silencer say 'Venom' or 'Lucky Charm' with your stolen voices?” he asked, and she nodded. “How?”
She sent him another message, and he quickly read it.
“Huh?! Would that work?”
She smiled as she sent another message.
“Well, you're right that we don't have much choice.”
He got another message... but this time it was worthless. Namely, Scar making a selfie.
“Thanks for the contribution, Scar,” he sarcastically said.
----
The phone rang at the Hôtel de Ville, and a hand pressed a button.
“André, it's me, Bob!” the manager screamed. “I need the police!”
“No problem, Bob,” Silencer said, using the voice of André Bourgeois, who was now voiceless and struggling against the tight ropes holding him in place. “Just tell me where you are.”
----
As soon as the lift doors opened, Silencer reached out and grabbed Bob Roth.
“Thank you for escorting my prisoner, Officer Roger,” he said with Andre Bourgeois' voice, shocking the poor police lieutenant.
“Who–?” he asked, shocked at being tricked by an Akuma, but he was drowned out.
“EEEEK!” Roth said, once more screaming like a little girl as Silencer pulled him and threw him on a chair.
“I could easily take your voice, Bob Roth,” the Akuma said with Marigold's voice. “But what I want is for you to admit what you did!”
“NEVER!” the manager shouted.
“You think I can't make you?”
He switched to Scarlet Lady's voice.
“I can ruin you like you threatened to ruin Marinette!”
Then to Andre Bourgeois'.
“I know everyone in showbiz, Bob!”
Then to XY's.
“I'll never sing for you again, Dad!”
“Fine, fine, I'll do it!” Roth begged. “Why couldn't you just threaten my son?”
“Like that would've worked,” Silencer said, giving the manager a deadpan look.
“Damn, you knew.”
----
As they entered the studio once more, the television stopped showing ads, which were replaced by Bob Roth's cringing mug.
“Dear viewers, we're back with an exclusive interview with Bob Roth~” the voice of Alec Cataldi sounded out, although Marigold knew it wasn't him: this had to be Silencer!
“Hey, maybe we should let this play out,” Chat Noir suggested, eager to see the man getting punished for stealing his friends' work, but Marigold sent him a message.
“'It would be revenge, not justice. He'd just take it back later,'” he read aloud before sighing. “Well, you're right. No fun, but right.”
Marigold playfully stuck her tongue at him. Then he got another message.
“'You better not let an Akuma make XY or Chloé Bourgeois look bad'...” he read, wondering how that could not happen, and looked at Scar, who was also sticking her tongue out at him. “Leave the convincing to Marigold.”
----
The heroes quickly bursted in the set, and Chat Noir tackled Silencer out of the way while Marigold took Roth away.
“Mind your business or I'll shut you up forever!” Silencer threatened with Scarlet Lady's voice.
“Aw, but I'm hilarious,” he said, grinning and fending off his stretched-out arm.
Marigold dragged Roth to the first room she could find that would be isolated enough, which, much to her joy, was a dressing room she could use to pull off her plan.
“See here, Marigold! You need to hurry up and get rid of this guy!” Roth ordered, but she paid him no mind as she began to put together what she needed.
“This is all those brats' fault anyway, kitty whatever. Should've just let me steal the idea,” the man kept talking, making her twitch in anger. “Are you seriously doing arts and crafts right now? And where's Scarlet Lady?!”
Alright, that did it. This wouldn't be heroic, but it would feel amazing.
----
Scarlet Lady cuddled up with the tied up XY, who was struggling to move away from the superpowered stalker.
----
With Silencer running to attempt to find Roth, Chat Noir knew it was time to find the enemy and see what Marigold had come up with to do her part. And he also knew how to trick the Akuma.
“Oh nooo, Marigold, where'd you go?” he shouted, knowing that Silencer would be unable to resist the chance.
“I'm here, Chat Noir!” the Akuma said with Marigold's voice. “I defeated Silencer, meet me at the film set!”
He struggled to avoid cracking up, and just barely kept his laughter out of his answer.
“Sure, you got it!”
As he began to run for his destination, he found Marigold in the same corridor, holding her top with a few additions.
“There you are!” Chat Noir happily exclaimed, and he eyed the top. “What is that, 'Venom'?”
Marigold nodded.
“Got held up?” he asked, and Marigold's smile told him there was a story there that he'd love to listen to.
----
In the same dressing room Marigold had taken him to, Bob Roth was currently (unwillingly) cooling his heels thanks to the judicious application of a full roll of duct tape, tying him up to a chair, and rolled out of the way like junk.
“DAMN YOU MARIGOLD!” Roth screamed.
----
As they entered the film set, they found Silencer there, alone, and Chat Noir smirked as he pointed at Marigold.
“Too bad, Silencer, Marigold still has her superpower!” he taunted.
“Impossible!” Silencer exclaimed with Marigold's voice, making Chat Noir grin even wider. “I stole your voice! How could you summon Venom!”
And then the tricked-out top began to shine and twirl, and Marigold stuck her tongue at the Akuma, who realized too late that he had been tricked by the heroes.
“Aw crap,” he said, still using Marigold's voice, but before he could attempt to run away, Kitty Section tackled him.
“Hold still and take it, Luka!” the three teens shouted, grabbing him by the arms and torso to keep him from moving.
“Wuh – guys! Let go!” Silencer said, still using Marigold's voice.
“Omigod is that how you talk?!” Ivan said, laughing at how ridiculous it looked.
“No! Snap out of it!” Juleka ordered, while Rose hugged him even tighter.
“You can't do this!” the blonde girl shouted. “This isn't what we or Marinette want!”
The words caused Silencer to stop struggling, as he pondered the truth of it... giving Marigold the time she needed.
“An opening!” Kitty Section announced as Silencer became paralyzed by Venom, finally allowing Chat Noir to grab the Akumatized object.
“Thanks for the help, Kitty Section!” he said, smiling.
“Juleka, he knows our name!” Rose whispered, excited, but her girlfriend was checking something else.
“Uh, where'd you get a net?” she asked, pointing at the object in Marigold's hand.
Amazing what you find in dressing rooms, she thought, as the jellyfishes flew away from Silencer and she caught them with the net, putting her voice back where it belonged. Picking the one she had seen coming out of Scarlet's mouth, she found her sitting next to XY, who clearly looked like he wanted to be anywhere else in the universe other than here (and who could fault him?).
“Here, Scarlet, we got your voice back,” she said, showing the red-with-black-spots jellyfish. “Just put it in your mouth.”
Scarlet made a disgusted sound and crossed her arms in front of her.
“What?”
Scarlet kept making similar wordless sounds and tried to push her back when she approached the voice.
“Just take it already! You have to fix things!” Marigold yelled, annoyed by Scarlet's skewed priorities. Then she looked down at it... and decided that, if Scarlet didn't want it, then she could probably use it.
But when she made to eat it, Scarlet changed her opinion. Clearly, a life without hearing herself talk was too hard for her to imagine.
----
As Scarlet cast the Miraculous Cure, Marigold rushed back to find Luka, who was finally recovering from the effects of Akumatization.
“Ugh,” he mumbled, still a bit disoriented. “What happened?”
“You were Akumatized, but it's fine now!” Marigold said.
“It's a scandal, Marigold!”
Everyone turned to the piece of junk Bob Roth, who had managed to drag himself to the film set along with the chair.
“Tying me up in a dressing room?! But at least you did one thing right!” he yelled, turning to Luka. “Serves you right, thinking you could make me tell the truth! Like I'd admit I stole Kitty Section's song and look for my son! HA!”
Then the man noticed how Marigold and Luka were smirking, and he felt dread going down his stomach.
“... uh, why're you smiling?”
“Because, Bob Roth,” Marigold said, before pointing to a camera... manned by Chat Noir, “you are on Candid Camera!”
“Smile!” Chat Noir added with a smile that wouldn't be out of place in the Cheshire Cat.
“GAH!” Bob Roth yelled, as he realized he had actually confessed the truth to all and sundry! He had to fix this quickly! “Ahahahaa! Obviously I was just joking! I love, uh, Kitty Section, which is why I'm signing them a record deal and having them finish the show!”
As he said this, he was sweating like it were midday in mid-summer, knowing that he was this close to getting his business ruined.
“Can we get that in writing, Bob Roth?” Luka imperiously asked.
----
As Kitty Section quickly went to pick up their things, Chat Noir had to leave, and Marigold hid away so she could undo her transformation, just as her hair comb beeped for the end of her transformation. Returning to the set, it was to see everyone getting ready for singing their song, and she walked up to Luka.
“Luka, um, did you mean what you said? As an Akuma?” she timidly asked, but he shook his head.
“I'm sorry, Marinette, I don't remember. I hope it wasn't mean.”
“Ah, no–” she said, but before she could add more, he spoke.
“You're an extraordinary girl, Marinette,” Luka said, and she felt her entire face burning. “Clear as a music note, sincere as a melody. You're the music that's been playing inside my head since the day we met.”
Marinette gave a silent nod, and as Luka walked to the scenario, she collapsed on the floor and against a wall.
THAT WAS SO MUCH BETTER IN HIS OWN VOICE! she yelled in her mind, even as the ghost she was giving up squeed in delight.
Poor Marinette was left K.O. by the sudden confession, and as she gathered her wits, things were not much better.
“T–That was a love confession, wasn't it, Pollen?” she asked.
“Sure sounded like one to me!” her Kwami teased her, as the music started.
“Aw, geez,” she muttered, as she noticed Luka's eyes zeroing in on her. “How am I supposed to act now...?”
----
After all the kerfuffle was finally sorted out, Adrien was in the middle of his piano practice, as he went over what had happened to his friends.
“Thank goodness things worked out for Kitty Section,” he said; not only did they get that record deal, they had also ensured that all of their work would never be associated to XY, who (along with his father) was very lucky had not been slapped with a demand for plagiarism. Even if Gabriel Agreste had threatened to make things worse for Bob Roth.
Someone knocked on the door as he talked to himself and Plagg.
“Adrien, delivery,” Nathalie announced, and he stepped off the piano to grab the rather large package she had brought to him.
Putting it on a low table, he ripped off the tape.
“Huh, wonder what–”
And then he opened the package and gasped.
“My own Kitty Section costume?!” he shouted in joy. This must have been sent before everything that had happened, which meant Marinette had taken the time to sew him up one in the middle of all the hard work she had done.
“Oooo,” Plagg said, somewhat amazed at how good it looked.
To hell with piano practice, this was super-cool! He quickly donned the entire costume – unicorn mask included! - and posted it on his social network accounts. He may not be an official member of the band, but he would gladly show his love of his friends' group!
----
He had learned many things about crocodiles while taking care of Fang, and one of them was that crocodiles liked to hunt by ambush.
“Alright, Jagged, why'd you call me over so late?” Bob said as he entered the room.
The crocodile was not an animal that liked to run on land. No, they would wait under water, near the surface, unmoving... until prey got close enough.
“I'm in a bad mood so you better have a good reason!” Bob continued to yell, unaware of what was about to happen to him.
Because, as far as Jagged had been concerned... this man was prey today. And he was about to make clear his displeasure about the rotten thing he had tried to do.
“Why's it so dark–”
What a perfect cue! He stepped on the light switch, and the spotlight flashed over him.
“Bob.”
“EEEEKK!”
Ah, the sound of prey that knew how utterly fucked it was. He glowered at the bastard that had tried to ruin several lives that were very important to him.
“Let's talk about you threatening my favorite designer. And my ki– uh, her friends.”
Whoops, nearly slipped out. He hoped Fang was having as much fun as he was.
----
CHEW CHEW CHEW
Tasty thing! Shiny, with color of meat like Father gives me! Feels good to rip!
“DADDYYYYY! JAGGED STONE'S STUPID LIZARD IS EATING MY SHOES!” Loud Human shouts.
Who cares? Father said to chew on these things Loud Human put on her legs, and that was what he was going to do!
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Desperada
@zoe-oneesama I think Jagged would have learned stuff about crocodiles, even if Fang still behaves like a dog! (Also, can't wait for Crocoduel)
By the way, that's 441 pages, 176582 words, 951399 characters.
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awholelotofladybug · 3 months
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In the Stammering Adrien AU, Adrien is much more active in the band, Kitty Section, as their keyboardist. Emilie has brought them milk and cookies for them in at least one scene I wrote, but I wonder, what should her feelings towards the band as a whole should be? She loves the kids, of course, but is she a “fan?”
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shadowlorddemon · 7 months
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Miraculous Ladybug: Demon Hunter Incorrect Quotes
Kitty Section with Marinette
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Marinette: You really put aside everything and came all this way for me? How did you even get here so fast? 
Luka: Several traffic violations. 
Ivan: Three counts of resisting arrest. 
Juleka: Roughly thirteen cans of energy drinks. 
Rose: Also, that’s not our car.
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Rose: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff. 
Ivan: I witnessed the dumb stuff. 
Luka: I recorded the dumb stuff. 
Juleka: I joined you in the dumb stuff. 
Marinette: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!
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Marinette: I’ve done a lot of dumb stuff. 
Rose: I witnessed the dumb stuff. 
Juleka: I recorded the dumb stuff. 
Luka: I joined you in the dumb stuff. 
Ivan: I TRIED TO STOP YOU FROM DOING THE DUMB STUFF!
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Marinette: What scares you guys the most? 
Juleka: Werewolves! 
Luka: Sharks. 
Rose: The unstoppable marching of time that is slowly guiding us all towards an inevitable death. 
Ivan: 
Ivan: Rose.
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Ivan: What does “take out” mean? 
Marinette: Food. 
Luka: Dating. 
Rose: Murder. 
Juleka: It can be all three if you’re brave enough.
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Rose: Poison is a magic transmutation potion that turns people into corpses. 
Juleka: This knife is actually a magic wand. 
Ivan: Meet me in the Denny’s parking lot for a wizard duel. 
Marinette: *cocks gun* Magic missile. 
Luka: What the fuck is wrong with you people.
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Luka: Anyone d- 
Ivan: Depressed? 
Marinette: Drained? 
Rose: Dumb? 
Juleka: Disliked? 
Luka: -done with their work... what is wrong with you people...
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Ivan: Look guys, I need help. 
Luka: Love help? 
Juleka: Financial help? 
Marinette: Emotional help? 
Rose: Help moving a body? 
*Everybody looks at Rose* 
Rose: What?
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Ivan: What do you guys do when you're stressed? 
Luka: Try and calm myself down! 
Juleka: Sleep. 
Marinette: Get myself into even more stress, so that the first reason for my stress gets cancelled out. 
Rose: I don't.
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Juleka: So oxygen went on a date with potassium, it went... OK. 
Rose: I thought oxygen was dating magnesium, OMG. 
Juleka: Actually oxygen first asked nitrogen out, but nitrogen was all like NO. 
Ivan: I thought oxygen had that double bond with the hydrogen twins. 
Luka: Looks like someone's a HO. 
Rose: NaBrO. 
Marinette: I'm done with all of you!
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Ivan: What's the worst thing you guys have done? 
Marinette: Rickrolled my teacher in 4th grade. 
Juleka: I kicked Luka in the shin- 
Luka: -So I kicked Juleka between the legs. 
Rose: I burned a house down. 
Ivan: What?! 
Juleka: What the hell is wrong with you?!? 
Rose: A lot of things. 
Luka: No shit.
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Juleka, looking through their clothes: Has anyone seen my top? 
Luka: Rose's in the kitchen.
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Juleka: Do you love Marinette? 
Luka: Yeah, I do. 
Juleka: Ivan! I told you I knew it! You owe me 100 bucks! 
Ivan: We all love Marinette. You should've asked if they were IN love with them. 
Luka: I thought that was implied. 
Ivan: ... 
Juleka: ... 
Luka, looking straight at Ivan: Congrats Juleka, you just won 100 bucks.
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Juleka: What are you in the mood for? 
Rose: World domination. 
Juleka: That's a bit ambitious. 
Rose: You are my world. 
Juleka: Aww... 
Rose: 
Juleka: 
Rose: 
Juleka: OH.
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Tigress: Are we fighting or flirting? 
Ovis: I'm pinning you against a wall with my hand around your neck- 
Tigress: Your point?
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Luka: I sleep with a gun under my pillow. 
Marinette: I sleep with a knife. 
Juleka: Both of you are pathetic. 
Luka: Oh yeah? What do you sleep with? 
Juleka: Rose.
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Juleka: You look good in that hoodie. 
Rose: You know where else I'd look good? 
Juleka, zero hesitation: My bed. 
Rose, at the same time: By your side- wait, what?
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Juleka: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room. 
Luka: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you. 
*Marinette walks in* 
Luka: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.
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Tigress: If you want my advice- 
Vipereon: No offense but you’re the last person I want relationship advice from. You tried to kill your significant other. Multiple times. 
Tigress: First off, that was before we started dating. Secondly, they’ve also tried to kill me. 
Ovis: It’s true. It was mutually attempted murder.
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Juleka: Today at 7 am, Marinette poured a Monster energy drink in her coffee, said "I'm going to die" and drank the whole thing. 
Rose: I watched Marinette brew her coffee with Monster instead of water. Three cups in two hours. I think she ascended into the astral realm. 
Ivan: The survivability of the human race never fails to amaze me.
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Rose: Is this a good idea? 
Rose: Probably not. 
Rose: Do I care? 
Rose: No.
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*The gang responding to being stabbed by a sword* 
Luka: Rude. 
Juleka: That's fair. 
Rose: Not again. 
Marinette: Are you gonna want this back or can I keep it?
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Ladybug: Seriously, Ovis, how many people would you have killed if we’d asked you to? 
Ovis: That’s not important 
Ladybug: I DISAGREE.
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Ladybug: Where’s Ovis? 
Viperion: Doing stuff. 
Ladybug: I don’t like the sound of that. Where’s Taurus? 
Viperion: Trying to stop Ovis from doing the stuff. 
Ladybug: And Tigress? 
Viperion: Trying to stop Taurus from stopping Ovis from doing the stuff. 
Ladybug: I see. And what are you doing here, Viperion? 
Viperion: I’m supposed to stop you from stopping Tigress from stopping Taurus from stopping Ovis from doing the stuff.
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Taurus: If you took a shot for every time you made a bad decision, how drunk would you be? 
Tigress: Maybe a bit tipsy? 
Ladybug: Drunk. 
Viperion: Wasted. 
Ovis: Dead.
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Rose/Ovis: The only thing I'm guilty of is being adorable... ...and also assault with a deadly weapon.
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Luka: Your lover doesn't have the mental strength to caramelize onions. 
Juleka: Your lover thinks it takes 5-10 minutes to caramelize onions. 
Ivan: Who's fucking caramelizing onions? Have you sociopaths forgotten that apples exist? 
Rose: Do you think caramelizing onions is putting caramel on onions.
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*In a horror movie situation* 
Luka: I've got no service in my phone here. 
Ivan & Juleka: Shoot, my battery just died. 
Marinette: Sorry guys, I just broke my phone with a hammer. 
Rose: Guys, my phone is a book.
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Ladybug: "Before you embark on a journey of revenge, dig two graves." 
Ovis: ... 
Ovis: What a stupid fucking quote. 
Ovis: I'm killing way more than two people, idiot.
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Ladybug: Remember everyone, violence is never the answer. 
Ovis: You're right, Ladybug.. Violence can't be the answer. 
Ladybug: Correct, Ovis. Now, on to the next lesso- 
Ovis: Violence is the question. 
Ovis: And the answer is yes! 
Ladybug: Ovis, no!!
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Juleka: I’m having salad for dinner!
Rose:
Juleka: Well, fruit salad.
Juleka: Actually, it’s mostly grapes.
Rose:
Juleka: Okay, it’s all grapes.
Juleka: Fermented grapes.
Rose:
Juleka:
Rose:
Juleka: It’s wine.
Juleka: I’m having wine for dinner.
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Ovis: My only talent is being stress. 
Viperion: Don't you mean stressed? 
Ovis: No.
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Ladybug: What do you have? 
Ovis: A KNIFE! 
Ladybug: NO!
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Ovis: Hey, wanna help me commit arson? 
Tigress: What the hell!? 
Ovis: Oh, sorry, my bad. 
Ovis, whispering: Wanna help me commit arson? 
Tigress, whispering: Of course. What do you need?
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Bailiff: Do you swear to tell the truth, the whole truth, and nothing but the truth? 
Ovis: No.
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Ovis: My ultimate goal is to punch God in the eye, just to spite him one last time.
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Luka: I bet you can’t make a sentence without the letter “A”! 
Rose: You thought you just did something there, didn’t you? Well, sorry to burst your bubble, but numerous sentences could be constructed without employing the first letter of the English lexicon. 
Marinette: Fuck you.
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Ovis: My life isn't as glamourous as my wanted poster makes it look.
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Juleka: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly. 
Luka, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.
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Ladybug: I CAN'T DO IT! 
Ovis, laughing: I CAN'T EITHER! 
Ladybug: I CANT FUCKING DO IT ANYMORE 
Viperion: WELL I'LL TELL YOU WHAT, YOU CAN EITHER GIVE UP NOW, OR YOU CAN FIGURE IT OUT. BECAUSE WE CERTAINLY CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT YOU, AND WE KNOW YOU CAN'T DO IT WITHOUT US. 
Ladybug: 
Ladybug: I appreciate it, 
Ladybug: BUT LOOK WHAT WE'RE DEALING WITH- 
Taurus: Ladybug- 
Ladybug: YOU GOTTA DRAW THE LINE SOMEWHERE! 
Tigress: Ladybug we gotta- 
Ladybug: YOU GOTTA DRAW A FUCKING LINE IN THE SAND. YOU GOTTA MAKE A STATEMENT. 
Ladybug: YOU GOTTA LOOK INSIDE YOURSELF AND SAY 'What am I willing to put up with today?' 
Ladybug, motioning to Sair: NOT FUCKING THIS!
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Taurus: You saved me! Why? 
Ovis: People would think I murdered you if I didn't.
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Ladybug, about Ovis: They're covered in blood again. Why is it they're always covered in blood? 
Tigress: Well, it looks like it's their own blood this time.
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Ladybug: What's the signal when something goes wrong? 
Tigress: We yell, 'oh shit.' 
Viperion: ...That'll work.
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Marinette: Ivan? I mixed redbull with coffee and now I can see sounds, should I worry? 
Ivan: Marinette, I swear to god—
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Ovis: Some people say that I have a god complex. I’d like to think that I’m a complex god.
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Ladybug: Ovis, you can do anything! 
Ovis: Anything? 
Taurus: Anything! 
Ovis, holding a torch: ANYTHING?!?! 
Viperion: Wait, not that!
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Viperion: How has life been treating you lately? 
Ladybug: Horribly.
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Ladybug: Yesterday, I overheard Taurus saying “Are you sure this is a good idea?” and Ovis replying “Trust me,” and I have never moved from one building to another so quickly in my life.
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Marinette: How do I ask someone out? 
Juleka: Roses are red, violets are blue, guess what, my bed has room for two. 
Marinette: No! 
Luka: Twinkle twinkle little star, we can do it in a car. 
Marinette: Stop! 
Rose: Row, row, row your boat gently down the stream, merrily, merrily, merrily, merrily I can make you scream. 
Ivan: I feel like the last one is verging dangerously into serial killer territory.
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Luka: *is hugging Rose* 
Ivan: Hey! It's my turn to hug Rose! 
Ivan: *grabs Rose* 
Juleka: *kicking down the door* What do you mean, "yOuR tUrN"? We agreed now is my time slot! 
Luka: No, It's still my turn! 
Rose: *suffocating* Guys, I love you, but just because I'm the smallest doesn't mean you can be hugging me constantly! 
Ivan: But we need the moral support! 
Luka: And you're small! Which is cute! 
Juleka: If I don't hug you right now I think the depression will kick in and my body will stop functioning. 
Rose: *close to tears* Well- I, I guess.
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Ladybug: STOP! 
*Everyone stops* 
Ladybug: wAiT a MiNuTe-
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