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lovelyirony · 4 years

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@ironmanspussy here we are, directly inspired by your wonderful texpost!

King Rhodes needed a partner to rule. It was ancient law, something he hadn’t really desired to follow. But unfortunately, the lawyers are assholes and want to create a monopoly of power that he just simply hasn’t the time to dismantle if he’s to follow his ten-year policy plan.

His partner should be well-mannered, aware of high society dress codes as well as how to navigate regular, everyday wear, and be calm in times of crisis.

So begins the search.

“You’re not going to find someone you like like that,” his advisor, Carol says, laughing. “I guarantee it.”

“We’ll see,” Rhodes decides.

Oh, they saw.

They saw a lot.

Almost every single candidate is bad. Or just off, in some way.

“Rogers seemed like a nice fit,” Carol says, tapping on her clipboard.

"He was nice, not for me. A bit too much.”

“What, muscle?”

“You could say that’s a factor. He’s also just a little too take-charge-of-everything.”

“Mm, that could pose a problem later. Well, the candidates who most matched your requirements are all out.”

“You’re kidding.”

“You’re a very particular kind of guy, Jim. So here are the rest.”

“Send in the clowns,” Rhodes says, waving his hand in dismissal and drawing the other one to his forehead to signal a headache about to come on.

“You just sent Barnes out,” Danvers reminds him, grinning.

“Asshole.”

“I’m still getting paid!” Carol sing-songs.

It’s almost better. Almost. Prince Clint Barton is an impossibly good marksman, and...that’s about it. His leadership style is far different from the Rhodes kingdom needs and he admits that he almost showed up in jeans.

Well, at least there’s honesty. Rhodes could find that forgivable.

But the jeans. Good god.

Bruce Banner is a total sweetheart, but his constitution is quite poor and again with the fashion choices. He shows up in a very nice outfit and has a nice wit about him.

They talk at length, and Carol swears that it will go well and perhaps there will actually be a wedding by June, all things said and considered.

This is until Rhodes leads Dr. Banner out to the gardens to meet Thor, their part-time warrior and full-time gardener.

Thor is completely gone on the scientist-ruler, and there it is.

“This is supposed to be your matchmaking,” Carol reminds him, scowling. “It was going well.”

“Once he met Thor anyways, it would have been all over. You know Thor’s type. The scientists that could ruin the earth if they truly had the thought to.”

“I suppose you’re right. Next person, then. She looks promising, Empress Romanov?”

Natasha Romanov is a terrifying figure. Very, very terrifying.

That being said, she has excellent taste in fashion and promised to send Rhodes some reviews, but “unfortunately has her heart spoken for.”

(It’s not very unfortunate. Rhodes feared for his life.)

He’s about to lose it, to be completely honest. Is there seriously no one out there?

“Your last candidate, at least for this month, is Tony Stark. High-profile inventor.”

“Not royalty?”

“Essentially, he is. Dad helped create weapons, he followed with protection and medical detail. He usually doesn’t agree to meet, so you’ll have to ask him why.”

“Refuse to meet royalty?”

“People.”

Tony Stark did, in fact, refuse to meet people. In general, people were not his strong suit and he saw no point to marriage.

“If you marry well, you get more access to resources for your reacting thing,” Pepper says.

“My reactor. I’ve told you that a million times.”

“And I’ve forgotten it a million and one. But if you meet Rhodes, he’s probably your best chance of not marrying a total shit royal.”

“And why is that?”

“Searching online for your answer is free, I am not. Your bill will be sent to your inbox.”

Tony stares after Pepper. She’s too damn capable.

He sighs to himself.

He does need more funding for his projects. His father cut him off completely and while that wouldn’t be the worst thing, Tony’s not going to charge obscene prices just to keep himself afloat.

So...marrying a royal. Not the best plan in the world, especially given Tony’s track record with people. Sure, he can play the part. But he just...won’t.

This is why Tony’s about five minutes late, cursing up a blue streak at a guard that has followed him into the hall because due to his appearance he thinks he needs to have a “check-in” with the people at the front desk for appointments, and in general? The day has been bad.

Also, Pepper forced him into “nice” clothes. While Tony can and has worn his nice clothing before, he does not like the ones that Pepper chose because they are uncomfortable, stiff, and absolutely a bit too long.

So he trips on the carpet.

“Motherfucker!”

Rhodes’ head pops away from his conversation with the chef regarding the dinner menu.

Here is a man with probably the most intricately embroidered robes he’s ever seen on, hair that looks like it was probably not even styled, just brushed through, and had about the entirety of the guard behind him asking him about an appointment time.

Obviously, he’s the most attractive man Rhodes has ever seen in his life.

“And who are you?” he asks.

“Tony. Stark. Mechanic and inventor. Um, you talked to Pepper about me? I think I’m in your circle of potential candidates for ruling. It’s totally fine if you kick me out, I kind of scuffed your carpet.”

“We need new carpet anyway,” Carol says. “We’ll disregard your entrance for now, Stark.”

“Tony, please.”

“Tony,” Carol says slowly, smiling. “You will be walking around the gardens with King Rhodes, pausing for dinner.”

“Cool.”

Rhodes has to stop from laughing. Cool. He’s already a fan of this.

Carol leans over to him, whispering in his ear.

“I thought you wanted someone who had a cool head, not someone like that.”

“Well, I can be wrong every once in a while.”

“Or more.”

“Every once in a while,” Rhodes reiterates. “Besides, I have a good feeling about this.”

“Hm.”

Walking through a garden with a stranger is not as smooth as one would expect. Rhodes isn’t exactly well-versed in asking people what their plans are for the future, and if they are amenable to perhaps marriage.

“What do you do for fun?” Tony asks.

He’s sort of taken aback at the question.

“Pardon me?”

“What do you do for fun?” he repeats. “Like, do you cook? Sew? Duel with your rivals? What do you do for fun?”

Well. He has to think for a moment.

“I go on runs.”

“That is not fun. Don’t tell me that that’s what’s fun for you.”

“What, can’t run?”

“I don’t run, there’s a difference. I’ll run when something’s chasing me.”

“And yet you won’t have training, like I will.”

“Did you forget my trade, Your Imminence?” Tony asks, voice mocking him.

It’s honestly refreshing. Rhodes doesn’t like it when people are so serious around him, so afraid to disappoint.

“An inventor? You’re going to invent a way to run better?”

“To fly, honey. Honestly...”

After that, it’s a dead-set decision from Rhodes.

He offers his hand in marriage, as well as the crown. Tony blinks.

“You haven’t even seen me take a turn in the ballroom.”

“It’s either going to be wildly entertaining or surprising, and I can’t wait for either.”

Tony enters his own room, in a panic.

This has to go well. He has to dress to impress.

“Pepper, he’s holding a party for our engagement. I have to dress nicely.”

“You know how to do that, I don’t know why you’re telling me that.”

“There are so many factors. Do you know anyone who can embroider his family crest on any shoes? What colors I’m meant to do? Oh my god, we have to fuse the colors together. This is going to be a disgrace. I’ll be exiled to be a hermit in the forest who relies on bark for sustenance, and this--”

“Can you. Potentially, maybe, chill? It’ll be fine.”

“You say that, but right now I’m imagining having to go to war because I didn’t wear the right color of red, so...”

“You are literally the worst person alive.”

“False, we both know Justin Hammer and out of the two of us, I think you’d want to date me more.”

“Don’t be a smartass.”

“Just practical, Pep. Just practical. Now help me shade match Rhodey’s red.”

“He’s Rhodey now?”

“In my head? Yes. I don’t like Rhodes, I absolutely will not call him Jim until we both hit seventy years old.”

“Better let him know that.”

Rhodes gets a text from Tony.

so a.) your new nickname from me is rhodey. don’t question it, honeybear. Anyways, would you say your royal family color is closer to garnet-red or blood-red?

Rhodey blinks. He likes the nickname. It’s different. He has to show the text to Carol.

“What in the hell does that mean?”

“Let me google it.”

She analyzes the results, frowning.

“I’m thinking blood-red.”

“Okay. Thanks.”

“Why does he want to know the color?”

“I don’t know, I’ll ask.”

we’ve decided it matches closer to blood-red, Tones. Why do you ask?

Tony blinks. Other nickname. Interesting. He likes it.

my outfit choice relies heavily on this.

He leaves it at that, grinning as he puts his phone away.

Rhodey is laughing. He’s excited to see his husband-to-be.

Tony knows he looks damned good. The whole outfit is incredible. Red with gold stitching throughout, and he got his hair to cooperate to be artfully messy instead of just messy.

“I’m surprised at you, you clean up well,” Pepper teases. “You ready to go and make your debut?”

“As ready as ever,” Tony says, fixing the chain around his neck. The gold glints off the lights, and he knows he’s about to be the best dressed person in the room, with perhaps the exception of Rhodey.

He knows that most people are surprised that he’s the one that King Rhodes has decided to marry. He’s not known for being a particularly polite royal. In fact, he has told multiple members of royalty to “get fucked or get out of my way” when they want him to build something that he refuses to build.

So he’s not exactly the perfect choice. But his outfit is still the best in the room.

“Hi gorgeous,” Rhodey says, smiling. “You look incredible.”

“Well I do know how to make an entrance, after all,” Tony says. “You’ll find out this is only the tip of the iceberg.”

“Well then, I’m in for treats all my life,” Rhodey says. “How are you tonight, Tones?”

“Doing well, finished up working on one of the cars for Thor today.”

“Wait, you’re the one who’s refinishing it? He hasn’t been able to shut up about it for weeks! I was the one who used to look at it.”

“You like fixing up cars?”

“Yes, of course I do!”

From there, conversation flows. They understand each other well, laugh at the same jokes, and agree on cake flavors.

It’s not love, not yet. But they’re getting there.

It is officially love when Tony steals Rhodey from his royal duties to get a cheeseburger.

“Sometimes it’s good to get out of the throne, don’t you think?” Tony says, grinning over his sunglasses.

“For a cheeseburger? Can’t say I’ve ever done anything like that.”

“That’s because you’re all fancy and posh, I bet you don’t even know the f-word,” Tony says.

“Fuck you,” Rhodey jokes.

Tony gasps. “The king knows a curse word? Oh my lord! What...shame you bring to your family!”

Rhodey laughs, and it’s in this moment that he realizes that spending the rest of his days with Tony is potentially the best possible option in the world.

“I’m so glad we’re getting married,” he says. Tony stills.

“You...you are?”

“You’re the best thing to happen to me, I think,” Rhodey says, taking a sip of water as if he hasn’t just said the sweetest thing Tony’s ever heard. “And I hope that I’m the best thing to ever happen to you.”

“I mean I don’t know, the AC/DC reunion tour was pretty sick...” Tony says, grinning. “I’m kidding. Rhodey, I think we’re gonna be a good team. And I’m glad that I get to be with you.”

Their wedding is the talk of the year. Literally no one can shut up about it, but maybe that’s because Tony accidentally showed up late because he was inventing and had wild hair and maybe a stray grease-stain on his forehead.

Rhodey just grinned.

“You better not be late to the reception.”

“I’ll try my best. You know how I am.”

They kiss, and Rhodey sends him into a deep dip. Tony laughs into the kiss, and it becomes one of the most well-known photographs of the year.

Sure, Rhodey didn’t exactly get all of the qualifications that he wanted out of his ruling partner. Tony is absolutely not calm in times of crisis, and stress-bought novelty socks.

He more than once told a difficult business partner to “absolutely get fucked up on a Thursday, see if I give a singular shit when my husband is ten times better than you,” and also has a certain unawareness of some of his public outfit choices. (Hello sweatpants with holes in them and a striped hoodie.)

But Tony makes the best coffee ever, always gets Rhodey flowers from the supermarket, and is perhaps the most compassionate man he’s ever met.

So not a bad trade-off.

They lay in bed together, Rhodey looking over his obscenely trashy detective novels with his reading glasses, and Tony battling Pepper in a word search competition online.

“I love you,” Tony says out of nowhere, smiling. He presses a kiss to Rhodey’s shoulder.

“You’re okay,” Rhodey responds, patting Tony’s thigh.

He makes a squawk of outrage as Rhodey’s head turns from his book, grinning.

“You better give me a kiss to make up for that,” Tony demands. Rhodey rolls his eyes.

“Of course, drama queen.”

“Drama queen? I was told by the love of my life that I was ‘okay’ after one year of marriage? And I am supposed to be unaffected? Absolutely unacceptable, I think I will fling myself into a pit in the ocean, and--”

Rhodey cuts him off with a kiss.

“Or not. Not could definitely work.”

#lovelyirony writes #rhodeytony #not the exact direction i was going in #but hey! u do what u gotta do #rhodey #tony stark #ironhusbands #pepper potts #natasha romanov #carol danvers #tony does Not care about his appearance rlly #like he knows how to dress but like. also overthinks it

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manabombs · 3 years

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doing this meme for mr captain jack rackham because I think i’m finally ready to try to articulate my feelings, even if no one asked (i’m sorry this post is so long)

Why I like them: So... here’s the thing...

I’m kind of known for dressing like a fancy gay pirate. I’ve made a lot of cosplays over the years, but my pirate outfits are what I’m most infamous for. I met my partner over a decade ago while dressed like a fancy gay pirate. Many of my friends have seen me in pirate outfits more often then they’ve seen me in normal person clothing. Once upon a time I went to art school to study fashion design and I said “yes this is the aesthetic I’m going to cultivate” and now here we are.

When I first heard that they were making a big budget period drama that was a prequel to Treasure Island, I knew that it was going to be My Next Hyperfixation, long before I had any notion of how much queer representation there would be or even how well-written the show would be. But it took me a couple years to finally feel like I was Emotionally Ready to delve into the series (Sometimes I’m bummed that I missed out on participating in the fandom while the show was actively airing, but I’m also glad that I was able to binge it all in its entirely, because the time waiting between seasons would have made me too crazy).

And within those first two or three episodes, I saw that greasy rat man with his mullet and his avant garde facial hair choices and whatever the hell was going on with his wardrobe

and I said to myself “wait... Calico Jack... as in, the pirate known for his fashion sense...”

and I had one of those moments where I realized that this character was so much My Type that I was mad at myself for being so predictable. and I questioned some of the life choices that I made that led me to the point that this greasy rat man the sort of character that I immediately knew that I was going to fall in love with.

But that was only the beginning, because as I watched more of the series, I related to him more and more-- I think it was mannerisms at first, and things like “having to explain the vocabulary you just used to your coworkers” and “I would also like Anne Bonny to be my wife”, but gradually I began to relate to him for increasingly personal reasons. I first watched Black Sails after I had gone through a particularly rough couple years, and the catharsis of watching Jack go from “they pissed on me” to being the character who is ultimately victorious over the series’ main antagonist was an emotionally intense experience. I was already projecting on him by the time that he delivered the “great art has felled empires” monologue, which was the moment I knew that I was deeply invested in this character, and he hadn’t even started showing off his best looks yet. There are, of course, moments where his actions are... morally dubious, but even those instances just managed to make me more attached to him, because I respect the hell out of how well the writers succeeded in making him such a well-developed character.

By the end of the series I realized that I related to this character on an intensely personal level, in a way that I haven’t connected with a fictional character in years, except it felt more profound than the times I’ve connected with fictional characters in the past because this time I was an Adult with a deeper understanding of the Self. I don’t want to sound like a soulbonder or a kinnie or whatever the kids are calling it these days but it really felt like this:

tl;dr I came for the wardrobe and stayed for the waxing about art philosophy and historiography

Why I don’t: ... undermining the revolution wasn’t great...

Favorite episode: I’m a big fan of 2.06 because... you know...

but also because we had to wait 14 episodes to see this pirate on a fuckin boat

Favorite season: Season three features so many of my favorite tropes it feels unreal... Jack and Charles as co-captains sharing authority and declaring their undying loyalty to each other... the way he goes full dandy the moment he has money to burn... Jack has to gain the approval of his judgmental father-in-law... his homoerotic rivalry with Rogers... getting arrested and then rescued by his significant others in the most dramatic way possible... I choose to believe that there was a brief, shining moment right before the beginning of season 3 where Jack was able to just chill and be optimistic about the future and bask in Charles Vane’s approval amidst his pile of gold and new wardrobe while Anne and Max were off doing lesbian stuff...

Favorite line: “It’s the art that leaves the mark, but to leave it, it must transcend, it must speak for itself, it must be true,” I mutter to myself as I draw vampire pirates at 1am

Favorite outfit: oof what a question...

This look is probably my overall favorite and there’s a good reason why it’s the outfit he’s wearing for the final climactic battle. He has so many amazing coats, but the details on this one make it my favorite, and I also love that gradient scarf and the pink embroidered shirt. The color and pattern mixing here is impeccable. It makes me appreciate his hot mess of a wardrobe in the first season more, seeing how his first outfit just looks like plain boring muslin and then more color & patterns gradually get introduced.

This is my runner-up just because I love the shade of blue and the prince charming vibes that are happening here, so I’m sad that we only saw this look for like 3 seconds.

OTP: I can’t remember the last time I cared about a ship as much as I care about VaneRackham.... sometimes I get mad that they succeeded in making me have these Feelings about fictional characters... I watched a show with multiple canon gay relationships and ended up fixating on the queerbait white man ship where one of the characters dies, because I have questionable taste and I love making myself suffer. 😩

Brotp: Jack and Max’s relationship means so much to me 💕

Head Canon: This might be me projecting, but because of his background in textiles I headcanon that Jack was more competent at sewing than anyone else on the Ranger and that skill came in incredibly useful on more than one occasion. The fancy coats that we see him wearing in seasons 3 & 4 most likely would have been custom tailored specifically for him, but I imagine that all of his earlier ones were acquired secondhand (one way or another) and he sometimes did patching/adjustments on them himself.

Unpopular opinion: I respect the artistic liberties that were taken with his character design, but he should have been allowed to wear some silk stockings and show off his calves at least once tbh

A wish: Obviously my #1 wish is that Jack and Charles had been permitted to kiss, but I also wish that we had been able to see them on a ship together clearly I have no choice but to assume that whenever they were on a ship together there was lots of kissing going on An oh-god-please-dont-ever-happen: man it would sure suck if Jack was executed for piracy within like three years of the series finale 5 words to best describe them: this adam ant looking motherfucker

My nickname for them: my guy/my dude

#black sails #jack rackham #long post

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four-loose-screws · 5 years

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Forrest / f!Kana Supports - Localization vs Original Japanese

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This post explains the differences in the localization and the Japanese of Forrest and f!Kana C, B, and A supports.

I won’t be addressing the S support here, as I’ll consider that part of my project to translate all of Kana’s S supports, so people can see how they went when they were romantic and not platonic. I’ll translate the S support this week while I am on the topic of Kana, but as part of that project.

Overall, there’s lots of little changes, but nothing character altering for Forrest.

C Support

This is a “we’re here for one character, but the other one got changed” situation. Forrest is translated the same, but Kana’s lines were changed in a lot of little ways.

From the start, in the Japanese, she just said she’s lonely, not that her parents are always busy.

Localization

Kana: *sniffle* Where are they all the time? They're always busy... *sniff, sniffle* Papa...Mama...

Japanese:

[カンナ] (Kana)

ぐすっ…▼ (sniff...) さみしいよう… (I’m lonely...）お父さん…お母さん… (Father... Mother...”

And in the Japanese, she actually tells Forrest to leave, instead of him saying he’ll leave when she claims she’s okay.

Localization:

Kana: Nothing. I'm all right. Don't worry.

Japanese:

[カンナ] (Kana)

フォレオ！？▼ (Forrest!?) べ、別になんでもない。(I-It’s nothing, really.) 大丈夫だから、あっち行っててよ…▼ (I’m okay, so go away...)

In the Japanese, she said to stay quiet about her crying so she doesn’t worry anyone.

Localization:

Kana: Don't tell anyone you saw me crying. Please, Forrest. Promise me.

Japanese:

[カンナ] (Kana)

あたしが泣いてたの… (About me crying...) みんなには黙っててね。▼ (Don’t tell anyone, okay?) 心配…かけたくないから…▼ (Because I don’t want to... worry them...)

Which prompts Forrest to tell her he would also cry so that he would not worry his parents.

Localization:

Forrest: I used to cry now and then too, growing up in the Deeprealms. I'd hide away somewhere no one could find me and cry my eyes out.

Japanese:

[フォレオ] (Forrest)

僕も両親に心配させたくなくて、(I also didn’t want to make my parents worry,) 一人で隠れて泣いたことがありますから。▼ (so I would hide and cry by myself.)

And this line of Forrest’s was changed too...

Localization:

Forrest: I did. Sometimes that's what a good cry requires. But other times it's important to talk to a friend. So seek me out anytime you need to talk out your tears, all right?

Japanese:

[フォレオ] (Forrest)

でも、あまり無理はしないでくださいね？(But please don’t push yourself too much, okay?) 僕でよければいつでも話を聞きますから。▼ (You can come talk to me anytime. That’s fine with me.)

All little changes, but lots of them.

B Support

Again, the localization added more speech for Kana while she was crying.

Localization:

Kana: *sniffle* Why did I come here? They never have any time for me! Papa...Mama... *sniff, sniffle

Japanese:

[カンナ] (Kana)

ぐすっ… (sniff...) お父さん…お母さん…▼ (Father... Mother...)

This bit was changed up quite a bit in the localization. The biggest difference is that Forrest comes up with a lie, saying that he wants her to do more delicate work. But in the Japanese, he simply says “don’t worry about the reason” and tells her later in the conversation.

Localization:

Forrest: Hello, Kana. I don't mean to intrude. But I need some help. Kana: Fr-from me? Forrest: I think you're the only one I know who can help me with this! I'm embroidering a tapestry. My hands are too big to do the most delicate work. Kana: But I don't know a thing about sewing. Forrest: I'll teach you a basic stitch. You'll be perfect at it. Kana: You really think so? Forrest: No doubt. You'll be the best for this. Ready to learn the stitch?

Japanese:

[フォレオ]

カンナ。(Kana.) ここにいたんですね。▼ (This is where you were.) よかったです。(Good!) いっぱい探しちゃいましたよ。▼ (I’ve been looking all over for you.)

[カンナ] (Kana)

フォレオ… (Forrest...) どうしてあたしを探してたの？▼ (Why were you looking for me?)

[フォレオ] (Forrest)

実は、お洋服を作るのを (Honestly, I was wondering 手伝っていただけないかなと思って。▼ (if you would help me make some western-style clothes.)

[カンナ] (Kana)

あたし、お洋服なんて作れないよ？▼ (But I can’t make clothes?)

[フォレオ] (Forrest)

うふふ。(Ufu fu.) 大丈夫ですよ。▼ (That’s fine.) 簡単な刺繍を縫ってもらうだけですから。▼ (Because you’ll only be sewing simple embroidery.)

[カンナ] (Kana)

それなら別にいいけど… (I’m okay with that, but...) でも、なんであたしを誘うの？▼ (But why ask me?)

[フォレオ] (Forrest)

うふふ。(Ufu fu.) そんなことはいいじゃないですか。▼ (Don’t worry about that.) さ、二人で可愛いお洋服を作りましょう。▼ (Alright, let’s make some cute clothes together!)

Forrest’s story of his past has a lot more detail in the localization.

Localization:

Forrest: Sorrow is the wellspring of art, Kana. Let me share a secret with you. When I was young, I missed my parents terribly. I cried and cried. For years, it seemed. One day I found a needle and thread. I began sewing. Every tear, a stitch. Soon I had a beautifully sewn line. I had also stopped crying. Was it a distraction? Perhaps. But I like to think I turned my tears into stitches. And so, sewing became my constant companion.

Japanese:

[フォレオ] (Forrest)

僕が小さかった頃の話なんですけどね…▼ (This is a story of when I was young, but...) 両親がいなくてさみしいときは、(When my parents were gone and I was lonely,) こうやってお洋服を作っていたんです。▼ (I would make clothes like this.) 好きなことに集中していると…▼ (When I focused on something I liked...) さみしい気持ちを (I was able to forget) 忘れることができましたからね。▼ (my sad feelings.)

Again, lots of little changes.

A Support

In the Japanese, Kana was actually the one to bring up embroidery...

Localization:

Forrest: Hello, Kana. Ready to help me with more embroidery? Kana: Yes! I can't wait to get started. Forrest: I'll teach you a new technique today. Ready? Kana: Let's get sewing!

Japanese:

[フォレオ] (Forrest)

カンナ。(Kana.) 今日は元気いっぱいですね。▼ (You’re full of energy today, aren’t you?)

[カンナ] (Kana)

うん！▼ (Yeah!) あたし、今日もフォレオと一緒に (I want to make) 洋服を作りたいんだけど…▼ more clothes with you, but...) いい？▼ (Is that okay?)

[フォレオ] (Forrest)

もちろんです。(Of course. 一緒に作りましょう。▼ (Let’s make some together.)

[カンナ] (Kana)

やったー！(Yay!) ありがとう、フォレオ！▼(Thanks, Forrest!)

Kana makes no reference to a specific type of stitch in the Japanese.

Localization:

Kana: The chain stitch isn't nearly as hard as I thought. Forrest: Well, it's exactly as hard as it looks. You're just a natural, Kana.

Japanese:

[カンナ] (Kana)

えっと…裏返しにして… (Um... turn it inside out...) ここに糸を通せばいいんだよね？▼ (I should pass the thread through here, right?)

[フォレオ] (Forrest)

完璧です。 (Perfect.) カンナは飲み込みが早いですね。▼ (You’re absorbing this fast, aren’t you?)

And Forrest doesn’t go so far as to say that she’ll be inventing new stitches.

Localization:

Kana: You're a good teacher. Forrest: I'm lucky to have such a good student. You'll be inventing your own stitches soon.

Japanese:

[カンナ] (Kana)

えへへ。(Tee hee.) フォレオの教え方が上手なんだよ。▼ (You’re good at teaching!)

[フォレオ] (Forrest)

うふふ。(Ufu fu. そんなことありませんよ。▼ (Not at all.)

The second half is pretty different! Most noticeably, they never discuss starting a large project, mostly just discussing being there for each other.

Also note that, throughout these 3 supports, Forrest said a few times that it’s okay to cry, whereas he didn’t say that explicitly in the Japanese.

Localization:

Kana: I think I'm done crying over Mama and Papa having so little time for me. Forrest: There's nothing wrong with a good weep now and then. But if you're glad to be done crying, then I'm glad too. Kana: I'm not so lonely anymore, I mean, now that you've taken me under your wing. I never knew I could embroider. Forrest: I'm happy to have someone to work with me on these projects. Maybe we'll start sewing a bigger project soon. Wouldn't that be fun? Kana: Yes, yes, yes! Forrest: Ha! Then I will take that as a yes. Kana: You've been so nice to me, Forrest. Forrest: Nonsense. I needed a sewing partner. I'm delighted to have found one. Kana: Hee hee! OK, Forrest. Forrest: I bet you'll be teaching me stitches soon enough, good friend. Kana: Maybe I will!

Japanese:

[カンナ] (Kana)

あたしね…(I...) もうさみしいからって泣いたりしないよ。▼(I’m not lonely anymore, so I don’t cry, or anything like that.)

[フォレオ] (Forrest)

カンナ…▼ (Kana...)

[カンナ] (Kana)

だって、あたしには… (Because, I...) フォレオがいるから。▼ (have you.) さみしくて泣いてたあたしに、(You reached out to me,) フォレオは声をかけてくれた。▼ (who was lonely and crying.) それだけじゃなくて、(Not only that,) 一緒に洋服を作ろうって誘ってくれた。▼ (but you also asked me to make clothes with you.) だからもう、さみしくなんかない。(So now, I’m not sad anymore, or anything like that.) あたしには優しい仲間がついてるんだもん。▼ (I’m lucky to have a nice friend.)

[フォレオ] (Forrest)

��うですね。(That’s right.) 僕はいつでもカンナの側にいますよ。▼ (I’ll come to your side whenever.)

[カンナ] (Kana)

フォレオ。(Forrest) ほんとにありがとう。▼ (Thanks. I mean it!)

[フォレオ] (Forrest)

うふふ。(Ufu fu.) お礼なんていりませんよ。▼ (You don’t have to thank me.) 僕もカンナと一緒にいると楽しいですからね。▼(Because I enjoy being with you, too.)

[カンナ] (Kana)

これからも… (From now on...) さみしくなっちゃったときはさ、▼ (Whenever I get lonely,) また、こうやって… (Can I...) フォレオと一緒にいてもいいかな？▼ (be with you like this again?)

[フォレオ] (Forrest)

はい。(Yes.) もちろんですよ。▼ (Of course!)

[カンナ] (Kana

えへへ。(Tee hee.) フォレオがいてくれてよかった。▼ (I’m so happy to have you.)

[フォレオ] (Forrest)

これからもよろしくお願いしますね。(Let’s continue to be great friends.) カンナ。▼ (Kana.)

[カンナ] (Kana)

うん！(Yeah!) これからもよろしくね！▼ (Let’s!)

That’s all for Forrest / f!Kana!

Next will be Forrest / Sophie.

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Marichat May Day 8 - Fashion

For the one year anniversary of Ladybug and Chat Noir's first appearance, the school is having a Ladybug and Chat themed day where students get to dress in outfits inspired by the heroes. Of course, Marinette decides to implement one of her many Chat Noir inspired designs. How will he react seeing Marinette in a handmade outfit that he inspired.

Rated G || 4,511 Words

Cross posted on Ao3 || FF

Hand Embroidered

It was the one year anniversary of Ladybug and Chat Noir’s first appearance. Alya, with the help of Chloe surprisingly enough, was able to convince Principle Damocles to let students have a themed day around the heroes. It was set on a Friday, a few days after the official anniversary. Classes would continue as usual but students would be able to dress in Ladybug and Chat inspired outfits and there would be an extravagant lunch paid for by the Mayor himself.

Marinette was excited about the themed day. She knew her partner didn’t get nearly enough recognition so dedicating an entire sewing project to him was the least Marinette could do. Plus, it was a chance to finally take one of her many Chat Noir inspired designs and make it a reality. Choosing just one of them was difficult, she had a lot. Since the cat boy had begun to visit her on a regular basis, the number of Chat related outfit ideas she had increased tenfold. It wasn’t that she was checking him out or anything, no, no way. She was just admiring the suit’s design and how it hugged his body. It was just designer instinct. Yes, just designer instinct.

She had finally settled on a skirt and shirt combo. The shirt was simple enough, loose fitting in a green as close to the color of Chat’s eyes as she could find. The sleeves were short and had a slight flounce to them. The skirt was slightly trickier, only because it was the more detailed of the two pieces. Circle skirts were one of the first things Marinette had learned how to make so it was an absolute breeze to make the black skirt that was the base of the piece. Adding on the two cat paw suspenders had been a piece of cake as well. A simple stitch to attach them in the back with two buttons in the front and the black straps with green paw pads at the end were ready to go. Marinette knew she could leave it at that but she felt like it was missing something. She sketched out a simple design and began to embroider a line of frolicking cats in the same green as the suspender paws and shirt along the bottom of the skirt.

That was how Marinette ended up taking two weeks on an outfit that would have taken a day. It was the night before the one year anniversary themed day that she finally finished. The most exciting part about finishing an outfit was trying it on all together, finally seeing her vision brought to life. She was pulling out accessories to go along with the outfit when she heard a tap on her skylight.

He hadn’t seen the outfit yet, no one had, Marinette didn’t like to show anyone her work until it was finished. She went up to the skylight to open it for Chat. Once he was inside she began to bounce up and down, unable to hold in her giddiness. “It’s ready! I haven’t even tried on the complete outfit yet. Do you want to be the first one to see it? I figure it’s only right since you inspired it!”

Chat beamed at her. She had been talking about the outfit she was creating for the themed day at school for weeks. She had only let a few details slip out, including that her outfit had been inspired by him. Every time Chat thought about it he became slightly flustered, feeling his cheeks heat. He had no clue why though. “I would absolutely love to see it Princess! It’s been killing me that you’ve been so secretive about it!”

She began to scramble around her room. Chat saw her grab a pair of socks from her drawer, a pair of converse, a leather jacket, and a garment bag. He already felt his face growing warm at the thought of Marinette in a leather jacket. She didn’t notice his flush in her excited state, rushing out of her room to change in the bathroom. Chat sat down on her lounge to wait for her return. He placed his gloved hands onto his cheeks trying to cool them down.

A few minutes later Marinette’s head peeked into the room. “Close your eyes kitty. You have to see it all at once to get the full effect.” Chat did what he’d been told but not before he noticed she’d changed her usual red ribbon tied pigtails for a high bun with a green ribbon at the base. His face was once again heated. Marinette stepped into the room and shut the door. Placing herself in front of Chat she finally said the magic words, even though she was suddenly nervous. “Okay, open your eyes.”

His eyes flew open, more than ready to drink the outfit in. Marinette looked more beautiful in his colors than he could have ever imagined. She was holding the leather jacket he’d seen her grab, probably so he would be able to see the paw suspenders attached at her waist fully. The skirt hit just below mid-thigh and not too far below that were the tops of her black knee high socks. She pivoted her toe slightly so he could see that there were two green paw prints sewn at the tops of the socks’ backs. His favorite part was the scene of kittens playing along the skirt. She noticed where his eyes were fixed. “I did the kitten scene by hand, it’s why it took so long. It was completely worth it though, I feel like it adds a little bit of your playfulness to the outfit.” Chat met her eyes for a moment and saw nothing but warmth and compassion there. It was in that moment where he realized two things. The first being that if they were in an anime, his nose would be gushing blood. The second being that he had a raging crush on Marinette.

Chat felt like he wasn’t getting enough oxygen and when Marinette slid on the cropped leather jacket in her hands he knew he was completely done for. She did a small spin, skirt flaring around her, and suddenly Chat’s world went black.

Chat fell back against the lounge completely unconscious. Marinette began to panic! “Tikki, oh my god, what happened?” Marinette was now leaning over Chat, checking his pulse and making sure he was breathing. “Do you think he’s okay? He’s never said anything about a fainting problem before.”

Tikki flew out of her hiding spot where she had been watching the exchange. The small goddess was snickering slightly. “I think you broke him with the spin Marinette.”

Confused Marinette turned and began to question her kwami. Before Tikki could explain the look she had seen on Chat’s face when he saw Marinette in her Chat inspired outfit, there was a bright flash of green light. With all the thoughts racing through her head, Marinette didn’t have time to stop herself before instinctually looking over to where the light had emanated from. Her eyes landed on one unconscious Adrien Agreste. She heard laughter and her eyes snapped to the small cat kwami floating above his charge. The kwami wheezed out a sentence amongst his laughter. “Hi, I’m Plagg. You should see the look on your face. It’s absolutely priceless!” His laughter was cut short when Tikki zipped over and punched him in the arm. “Hey! What was that for?”

“Plagg! Why did you detransorm? You know they’re keeping their identities a secret for now! Tikki was tapping her foot in midair scowling at her destructive counterpart.

“Oh come on Tikki, you know you couldn’t wait until these two idiots fessed up and realized they both had feelings for each other.” He pointed to Marinette. “If I hadn’t detransormed this one would have played Adrien’s passing out over finding her so attractive as some sort of medical problem.” Plagg then pointed at a still unconscious Adrien. “This one would have used the excuse too since he thinks that Marinette is a blessing on this Earth and way too good for him. He hadn’t even let himself admit he had feeling for her until today. Now they can sit down once lover boy wakes up and have a nice long talk about their feelings.”

Tikki was impressed. Normally, Plagg didn’t think things through but in this case, it seemed he had thought about it at least somewhat. “Hmm, you do make some accurate points Plagg. I know Marinette has been developing feelings for Chat for a while, even though she hasn’t admitted it yet, and I’m sure you know about her crush on Adrien. Finding out that both of them have feelings for both sides of each other is going to make this so much easier.”

The two kwami were interrupted by Marinette abruptly starting to stutter out words. She hadn’t even realized Tikki had been speaking, she was too caught up on what Plagg had said. “F-feelings? F-for me? F-for Marinette? H-he think.” The girl pointed at herself. “M-me too good?” She violently began to shake her head and pointed to Adrien again. “H-he too good.”

Plagg rolled his eyes and turned to Tikki. “Wow, they really are perfect for each other. I can hear the wedding bells already.”

“W-wedding?” Then Marinette was slumped across Adrien as her world went black.

“Nice going Plagg now they’re both out cold.” Tikki had just finished her sentence when a male groan came from the lounge two superheroes were currently passed out on. Marinette landing on him must have jostled Adrien awake.

Adrien reached up a hand to rest on his face. “Plagg what the hell happened?” Previous events must have reentered Adrien’s brain for his eyes snapped open a moment later to land on the unconscious girl draped over his lap. “Shit Plagg, she saw me detransform didn’t she?” The question of why he had destransformed in the first place died on his tongue as he looked up to see not one, but two kwami floating nearby. One looked like a Ladybug which could only mean one thing. His eyes snapped back to Marinette then back up to the kwami. “Maribug is Ladinette? I mean Ladinette is Maribug? I mean Marinette is Ladybug?” The two kwami shook their heads up and down in unison. Adrien began to pull at his hair with the hand that had been resting on his face. “Oh no, this is not good. Marinette and Ladybug are so amazing when they were separate people. Now that I know that they’re one person I’m absolutely certain she’s too good to be associating with a walking disaster like myself. What am I going to do? What if she never wants to talk to Chat anymore because I’m Adrien? I’m totally screwed.”

“Wow Plagg you’re right, they’re pretty much made for each other. I think I hear the cries of their future children in the distance.”

“Ch-children? Maribug and Chadrien children?” Adrien smiled brightly for a moment before his eyes rolled back into his head and he was unconscious once more.

Both kwami sighed. “Well at least he seemed happy about that idea. I guess now we just wait until they wake up. What do you want to do Tikki?”

“I say we catch up. It has been centuries since we last saw each other!” Plagg nodded his head and Tikki took him to the hideout Marinette had created for her. The two kwami talked until they heard the two teens stirring. Plagg was about to fly out when Tikki grabbed onto his tail. “Let’s see what they do before we come out.”

Marinette slid off the warm mass she was laying on, her butt hitting the floor. Opening her eyes, she looked up into the green eyes of Adrien Agreste who also seemed to be just waking up as well. She was confused as to why Adrien was in her room at all until he stretched. It was a very cat like stretch that she remembered seeing Chat do hundreds of times. Adrien being Chat Noir slammed back into her mind so quickly that she let out a small meep.

Adrien’s eyes focused on Marinette. He was confused as to why Marinette was looking at Chat the way she normally looked at Adrien, eyes blown wide and her hand over her mouth. Then he saw his ungloved hand and remembered waking up detransformed with two kwami floating in front of him. Marinette being Ladybug slammed back into his mind so quickly that he also let out a small meep. He would forever deny that it was higher in pitch than Marinette’s, no matter what she said.

“I-I’m sorry I found out your identity Adrien. I didn’t realize the light from your detransormation was the light from your detransormation until I’d already looked.” She was looking down and playing with the hem of the Chat Noir inspired skirt she was still wearing. She looked dejected and Adrien was slightly scared of that look. It probably meant she was disappointed.

“It’s alright, my lady.” Her head snapped up at his words. He was rubbing the back of his neck with a bashful look across his face. Marinette thought it was incredibly adorable. “I’m sorry I found out yours too. Although, I’m not sure why your kwami was just out in the open like than since I didn’t know yet.”

The conversation that Tikki and Plagg had in front of Marinette was slowly coming back to her and she began to blush. “I think our kwamis decided that it was time for us to know who the other was.”

“I-I hope you’re not too disappointed that it’s just socially awkward Adrien Agreste under the mask. I mean you’re strong and confidant. You’re able to talk to everyone without a problem, except me but that’s to be expected since we didn’t get off on the best foot. You’re just so amazing Marinette and I’m just me.” He wasn’t looking at her to see the stunned look that was painted across her features.

When she finally spoke, she didn’t even stutter while looking up at Adrien. “There is absolutely no possible way I could be disappointed in the fact that my crime fighting partner is Adrien Agreste. In fact, I’m surprised that you’re not disappointed in me.” He looked at her in shock then, like he couldn’t believe she would think he’d be disappointed. “I’m clumsy and can’t even talk to the guy I like without stuttering around him.”

His face fell a little and Marinette got a little worried about his reaction to her confession. “Oh, s-so you like someone? T-that’s nice.” If one were to listen closely, they could hear two small hands hitting two small foreheads at Adrien’s words. Marinette thought she’d spelled that last part out pretty clearly but like Adrien said, he didn’t always pick up on social cues.

Marinette forced herself to make direct eye contact with Adrien so there would be no doubt in what she meant. “It’s you kitty. I like you. The reason I can’t talk to Adrien is because I have a massive crush on him.” She pointed to the bare wall above her desk where there was a faint rectangular outline, like something had been there for a while. “You see that outline over there? I used to have an Adrien Agreste poster pinned there. I only took it down when Chat started to visit because I didn’t want him to tease me about it. Adrien, you are a sweet, kind, and caring person. There is no one else I’d rather have as a partner.”

He was about to cry. Adrien could feel the tightness of his throat and the burning in his eyes. He never realized Marinette/Ladybug cared about him this much. He though his feelings for both girls, who were now one, would never be returned. He cleared his throat of the tight, tearful feeling before speaking. “I’ve loved Ladybug since the day I met her and I’ve loved Marinette since she let this stray cat start hanging out with her. When I first came to you as Chat I was trying to understand why you were so nervous around me as Adrien. I thought that I’d stop by a few times, work the question into conversation, then move on. However, after that first night where we just played games and ate croissants I knew I wouldn’t be able to stop myself from coming over. If the only way I could have you in my life was as Chat, then that was better than nothing. I-I love you Marinette and there is no one else I’d rather have as a partner either.”

A hand was over Marinette’s mouth and tears were slowing moving down her cheeks. When Adrien finished with the most beautiful speech Marinette had ever heard, she rose from the floor, flinging her arms around his neck. “I love you too Adrien. I love you so much.” His arms were around her, squeezing her tightly. He was kind of afraid that this whole thing was a dream and this beautiful girl would be ripped from his arms when his alarm clock went off.

Marinette pulled away slightly and rubbed her thumbs across his cheeks. He didn’t even know he’d been crying. She slowly leaned forward and softly brushed her lips against his own. He caught her as she began to pull away, adding a little more force to the next kiss. The kisses tasted of salt from the tears that had leaked from both of their eyes but neither had ever tasted anything sweeter.

The two were so lost in each other that it took them awhile to hear the small slow claps happening behind them. They pulled apart to look at the two kwami floating nearby. “I feel as though some thanks are in order considering this wouldn’t have happened if I’d kept you transformed.” Plagg crossed is arms smugly while grinning like a fool.

“Thanks buddy, I will definitely be increasing your daily cheese amount for this. Don’t you worry.” He gazed back down at Marinette how looked absolutely stunning with tear stained cheeks and kiss bruised lips. The thought was out of his mouth before he could stop it. “You should be the model in this relationship. I mean you look perfect even after crying. I didn’t know that was even possible.”

She quirked a brow at him “Relationship hu? I didn’t know we were in a relationship now? Also, you’re still looking pretty good yourself.” Adrien blushed deeply. He had just sat there for who knows how long kissing Marinette and he hadn’t even asked her out yet.

“W-well if you want to be in a relationship that is. I-I mean do you want to be in a relationship? I-I mean, Marinette with you go out with me?”

“Of course I will kitty, I was just messing with you. I have to admit it feels slightly empowering to have you stuttering and blushing over me for once.” Marinette chuckled and bopped him on the nose. His blush only grew more intense.

“W-well my lady, you are more than welcome to make me stutter whenever you’d like.” He gave her another quick kiss before calling on Plagg to transform. “Unfortunately, I think it is time for me to go since we have class in the morning. If it’s okay with you, can we walk to school together tomorrow? I’ll have my driver drop me off here and then we can walk the rest of the way together?”

“I’d love nothing more.” Marinette gave him another sweet kiss before her curiosity got the better of her. “Hey, who are you dressing as tomorrow? Yourself or me?”

“That’s for me to know and you to find out. Though I can tell you I don’t look nearly as good in my outfit as you do in yours.” She laughed like she thought he was kidding. “I’m being completely serious Princess. I literally passed out because you look so stunning!” Now she was blushing and he realized Marinette was right, making her blush really was satisfying now that he knew what it meant.

With one last kiss Chat Noir jumped out Marinette’s skylight and was gone. Marinette sighed in contentment. “Tikki, am I dreaming?”

“Nope but you really should be. Go to bed Marinette, you have a boyfriend you’re walking to school with in the morning. You don’t want to oversleep.” Marinette did a little butt wiggle dance before she got ready for bed.

The next morning Marinette was up bright and early. She was completely decked out in her Chat Noir outfit, even applying a green lipstick that Adrien hadn’t seen the night before. At least she still had that to surprise him with. She had just finished her breakfast when she heard his voice downstairs. Marinette quickly reapplied her lipstick and grabbed her things.

She raced into the bakery startling everyone. Before Adrien could get a good look at her face she had planted a kiss on his cheek. When she pulled away, he noticed the green lipstick which surly had left a mark. He smiled at his new girlfriend even though his face was burning. “Well hello to you too Princess. I was just asking your father if you were ready.” Adrien gestured to the man standing in front of them, who Marinette hadn’t realized was there during her mission to Adrien’s cheek.

Marinette’s face flamed as she looked up at her father’s shocked expression which then imploded into laughter. He began to call for Marinette’s mother. “Sabine, you have to come see this! Our ‘gets tongue tide around Adrien Agreste’ daughter just ran up and planted one on his cheek!”

“No way! Hold on I’ll grab the camera.” Marinette’s manma could barely be heard through the kitchen but her words were still clear. Marinette grabbed Adrien’s wrist with one hand, a croissant with the other, and quickly headed for the door while her father laughed behind them.

She pulled him a little way down the sidewalk before stopping and turning to him. “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize he was there and I really wanted to make you blush again because as you know it’s one of my new favorite things, and…” Marinette’s words trailed off as she took in Adrien’s outfit. She wasn’t surprised that he had gone with a Ladybug theme but damn did it look good on him. The red shirt with black spots was tighter around his chest and arms, showing off the muscles he worked as they battled together. The black jeans he’d gone with hugged him just right and she’d be lying if she said she didn’t wanted him to turn around so she could ogle his butt. The outfit was completed with red converse. Looking down at their feet, both clad in the popular shoe, she was reminded of those cheesy relationship pictures where it shows a couple’s feet with the girl on her tip toes. Just because they were cheesy didn’t mean she was opposed to it, so she stood on her tip toes and kissed him quickly. Now his cheek and lips were marked with her green lipstick.

Marinette realized she was still holding the croissant she had grabbed from the bakery. She held it out to her boyfriend who looked down at her in question. “I know that the croissants are your favorite so I grabbed you one.” She shrugged and smiled. Adrien took the croissant from her and bit into it.

He began to speak with a mouth still full of croissant. “This is why I love you. You’re always making sure I’m well fed.”

“I love you too Adrien.” Marinette blushed slightly at saying the words in public but Adrien just smiled and grabbed her hand as they continued their walk to school. When they arrived in the courtyard, it was still pretty early so not many people were standing around yet. Those who were there however began to whisper about Adrien and Marinette walking to school hand in hand with Marinette’s green lipstick on not only his cheek but lips as well.

The couple sat down in their seats to wait for the rest of their classmates to file in and class to begin. Adrien was turned around in his chair and Marinette was leaning forward so they could talk quietly. The two were so wrapped up in their conversation that they didn’t notice their classmates giving them odd looks at their closeness, the shocked expressions of seeing remnants of Marinette’s lipstick on Adrien’s mouth, or even Alya and Nino high fiving then taking a ton of pictures.

It was when the room went silent that they finally noticed something was up. “Oh Adrikins! Don’t you want to see my Ladybug outfit? I bet you’ll think it’s way better than that green monstrosity Marinette put together. Plus, green lipstick? Who would even wear that?”

Calmly, Adrien turned to Chloe so she could see his face. The brighter stamp of green lips on his cheek was what she noticed first and her eyes went wide. Her face drained of color when she noticed the green on his lips as well. Chloe’s eyes shot to Marinette who was innocently reapplying her lipstick. “I do like your ladybug outfit Chloe. However, I really like the green that Marinette’s wearing.” That was all Adrien had planned to say, compliment Chloe and defend Marinette. However, it seemed as though Adrien’s mouth had a mind of its own when it came to talking about his girlfriend. “Did you know she matched the exact color of Chat Noir’s eyes? She even hand embroidered the skirt herself! I felt faint when I saw her today, she just looks so cute. I’m so lucky she’s my girlfriend.” Adrien sighed dreamily and looked back at Marinette, who looked like a deer caught in headlights. He realized why a moment later, everyone’s eyes were directed at her. Maybe he went a bit too far gushing about her but could anyone really blame him? She was remarkable.

The color had returned to Chloe’s face in full force, she was as red as the ladybug dress she had on. A high-pitched noise emanated from the girl and she stomped out of the room. The room was silent for a few moments before cheers rang out. Everyone began to congratulate them on finally admitting their feelings for the other. Money was exchanged by a few classmates and there were even some chants of ‘Adrinette’ which was the ship name Alya had come up with.

The teacher finally walked into the room and the chaos quieted down. The secret superheroes of Paris smiled at each other again before facing the front of the classroom. A few minutes into class, Ala and Nino simultaneously slid two pieces of paper over to their best friends. Each note only had one word on it. ‘DETAILS!!!’

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