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agrestenoir · 5 years

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agrestenoir’s fic list

hello, hello! saw a few writers do this in another fandom, so i thought i’d get the ball rolling too. here is just an index of my stories that i’ve posted on ao3 or tumblr, especially ones i haven’t moved to ao3 yet.

takes two to love (ao3 +more chapters) WIP* in which lila lies, adrien can’t date himself so he volunteers someone else, and now apparently marinette is dating chat noir (marichat/adrinette)

spotty connections (ao3 +more chapters) COMPLETE marinette texts the wrong number and meets a mysterious boy named adrien on the other end.... and keeps texting the wrong number until it becomes the right one. (adrinette, ladynoir)

first sight (we love without reason) (ao3) COMPLETE marinette’s timer says that adrien agreste is her soulmate, but she’s too busy falling in love with chat noir to do anything about it. features a soulmate au, and identity reveal. (adrinette, ladynoir).

fool’s gold (ao3) WIP* adrien’s secret identity is discovered by none other than marinette dupain-cheng. this has side effects he didn’t plan for. but hey! at least he’s got his friend along for the ride. (marichat, adrinette)

pin down my heart WIP* chat noir never thought marinette would be the one he’d fall for. boy, was he wrong. (marichat)

lies and trying times au where lila rossi gets the black cat miraculous and her journey to find friends in unexpected places. features a ladybug!adrien.

life and times of chloe bourgeois chloe doesn’t know who gave her the bee miraculous. she’d like to thank them if she ever gets the chance. features chloe!redemption arc. (some ladynoir, adrinette) warning: minor character death.

cause and effect of catalysm what happens when creation isn’t there to reign destruction in? features identity reveal and non-permanent character death.

desperate measures adrien’s reveal to ladybug doesn’t exactly go how he wants it too. features an identity reveal with an unexpected twist. short coda to desperada.

soot-stained kisses marinette and adrien are together and in love... or are they? where growing up is tough and moving on is harder. (adrinette)

what’s written in the stars (ao3) marinette falls in love with a time-traveler (adrinette)

linearity is over-rated marinette and adrien’s love story told in 25 parts (also features a linear narrative).

five times gabriel agreste found ladybug in his son’s bedroom (and the one time he found chat noir) (ao3) what it says on the tin. (ladrien)

strangers marinette and chat noir decide to practice kissing, even though they’re desperately in love with other people (marichat)

ease my mind with a little conversation (ao3) alya quits her job and meets the love of her life. everything falls into place from there. (alyanette)

heartstrings, red strings, and other same things ladybug and chat noir are meant to be, at least say the red strings of fate between them.

winged warrior chat noir won’t stop suggesting marinette to ladybug as the next miraculous holder. ladybug has some concerns. features maribug and marichat.

let’s stop before it gets messy (ao3) marinette went out to have a good time and wakes up with a stranger in her bed, a ring on her finger, and a night she can’t remember. (accidental marriage au ft. adrinette)

stay with you marinette’s dying, and adrien’s the only one here. she has a message for him to pass on to her partner before it’s too late (warning: character death).

last chance chat noir’s made his decision, much to ladybug’s dismay. (drabble)

outline of a heart (ao3) adrien isn’t the best at saying, “i love you”. but he tries... boy, does he try. (adrinette)

lost in the wild adrien has always been in love with ladybug, but he never thought she’d actually love him back. (ladynoir)

damn unpretty (ao3) moments of vulnerability aren’t chloe’s speciality, but marinette dupain-cheng has a habit of screwing things up (chlonette).

a different type of living (ao3) marinette is immortal, having been stuck as ladybug since 1708 due to a mistimed lucky charm. she searches high and low for a way to detransform, and she thinks she’s found a way with her new partner, chat noir. (ladynoir, adrinette)

origins (role reversal au) when marinette is eleven, her mother goes missing. there’s a major media presence that sweeps across the country as a result to help locate the prolific sabine dupain-cheng. when adrien is eleven, his mother goes missing. no one comments on the baker’s wife. there are more important things to worry about.

brand new eyes (ao3) chloe doesn’t mean to fall in love with alya. it just happens. features photographer!chloe and choalya.

call it what you want marinette wonders why chat noir keeps coming around.

the one who stays chloe has a fear of people leaving. she wonders if marinette will share their same fate. (chlonette, drabble)

waiting for tomorrow adrien waits to be the one ladybug comes home too. (ladrien)

five stages of falling in love chloe and marinette through the years. drabble. (chlonette)

sunshine chloe falls in love with the rise and setting of the sun. drabble. (chlonette)

strawberries “what’s your favorite food?” marinette asks her one day, and chloe can only think of the fruit-stained lips she last kissed. drabble. (chlonette)

burn out with passion adrien picks up some cat-like tendencies and proceeds to not tell ladybug. it’s a bad choice. features an identity reveal. (adrinette, ladynoir)

eiffel for you WIP* adrien tries to master the art of flirting with marinette. it goes about as well as you’d expect. (adrinette)

there’s this girl ladybug watches queen bee fall in love. (chlonette)

spark chat noir gets a second chance at his first kiss. coda to 1x10. (ladybug)

#miraculous ladybug #ml fic #ladynoir #adrinette #marichat #ladrien #my writing #fic index #agrestenoir #erinnovelist

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seasonofthegeek · 5 years

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Tart and Sweet: Badass Babes

Written for Chlonette Week @mlshipfleet

Parts 1, 2:

“I got asked out by two different men while I was trying to get wine at the bar.” Marinette took a long drink from her glass and visibly relaxed. “But at least it’s worth it.”

“Told you it’d be the good stuff. Besides, with that much cleavage, what were you expecting?” Chloe eyed her friend’s low-cut dress pointedly.

Marinette blushed and covered the neckline of her dress. “You said it wasn’t that bad.”

“And I stand by that, but come on, the girls are out for the world to see, Mari, all pale and perky. Of course you’re going to get hit on. And you know how ridiculously gorgeous you are; it shouldn’t be a surprise.” She grinned and took a sip of her scotch. “What’d do you tell them?”

Giving up her makeshift attempt to be modest, Marinette dropped her hand and shrugged, though her cheeks were stained a dark pink. “I told them I was seeing someone. They should’ve known I was here as a guest since I don’t work at the firm.”

“I don’t even know if everyone here works at the firm or not. It’s a big practice.”

“Ah.”

“And you aren’t seeing anyone, you liar.” Chloe raised an eyebrow. “Unless there’s something you haven’t told me.”

“Not seeing anyone but if they come back around, you’re my girlfriend and we’re madly in love.”

“As if I want to be your fake girlfriend.”

What was supposed to be a humorous jab settled awkwardly between them and both women were suddenly very thirsty and eager to watch the people on the dance floor.

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Chloe’s feet were aching and the band of her strapless bra was beginning to dig in painfully as she threaded her way through the large ballroom to make a final appearance with the partners before calling it a night. Marinette begged to be left at the table where she’d kicked off her heels and was refusing to stand again until they were leaving. Chloe couldn’t blame her. Once they’d finally had enough to drink to make it out to the dance floor, they’d stayed out there until they were both sweaty, breathless, and giggling. She was reminded of the cost of their fun with every aching step she took.

“Ah, there she is. We were just talking about you.” The smirk on Olivier’s face gave Chloe pause but she pasted on her own smug smile.

“I hope it was about making me a partner already. You know I deserve it.”

The older women laughed and nodded. “You’ve definitely got the attitude we like to see.”

“And the case victories too,” Mikel added. “We were just talking about your date tonight. She’s very lovely.”

“Have you been together long?” Olivier asked and Chloe could see the calculating expectation in her eyes.

She took a quick moment to look past the important women in her law practice to notice their dates at the table just behind. All women. So that theory was looking to be true.

“Chloe?” Olivier prompted.

“Ah, yeah, sorry. I was trying to think.” She forced a laugh. “We’ve known each other forever so it’s hard to say.”

Olivier and Mikel shared a look and Olivier nodded. “The two of you should join us next weekend. We’ve rented a place out in the country. It’s in the cutest little town with shops and a small spa. It’d be a good opportunity for us all to get to know each other a little better, see how well we mesh.”

Chloe knew a job promotion-slash-casual interview when she heard one. She’d been dreaming of something like this since she started at the firm as a paralegal years before. “We’d love to,” she said and knew she’d have to get on her knees and beg Marinette to close the bakery for the weekend.

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“So you know how you really love that I’m a badass lawyer and do what I want?” Chloe tried not to tense when Marinette dropped her head sleepily to her shoulder.

“This feels like you’re building up to another favor.” She yawned and snuggled closer as they rode along in the dark backseat of the towncar.

“You’re too drunk to be that insightful.”

“I’m not drunk; I’m tipsy. There’s a difference.” Marinette raised her head and blinked blearily at her friend. “What do you want?”

“For you to come with me to a really important trip this weekend that could result in me being made partner.” Chloe pasted on her brightest smile. “I will owe you, like, nine favors in return.”

Marinette actually looked disappointed. “You know I don’t have anyone else at the bakery right now during the weekends...”

“And I wouldn’t ask if this wasn’t super duper important.”

“Chloe, I can’t.”

“What if I pay you what you would’ve made if you had the bakery open?”

“That would be ridiculous and I think I might feel a little bit like a hooker.”

“Am I getting sex out of the deal then?” Chloe poked the side of Marinette’s breast and the other women swatted her hand away.

“I’m too drunk for this.”

“i thought you were only tipsy.”

“You’re mean.”

“Marinette, please. This is the most important thing that could happen to my career. Olivier made it seem like if I get along with them and their partners or wives or whatever this weekend, they would bring me on.”

“Did they actually say that?”

“You don’t just come out and say stuff like that. It’s not how it’s done.” Chloe flipped her high ponytail in agitation. “Please, Mari. Please. I’ll do anything you ever ask me to afterwards, I promise.”

“That is so not a promise you’ll keep.”

“Okay, fair.”

Marinette frowned. “Why do you need me there so bad?”

Chloe felt her face warm and was glad for the darkness. “Well, they were asking how long we’ve been together...”

“And you didn’t correct them and say we aren’t dating, did you?”

“Marinette! One of the reasons I think they’re asking me to this thing is because they think I’m a lesbian.”

“You are a lesbian.”

“Okay, but they think you are too. A pair of lesbians is better than just one.”

“I mean, I do like girls, but--”

“But nothing. You can be a lesbian for a weekend. You’re already bi so it’s halfway there anyway.”

“Chloe.”

“Marinette, please please please.”

Marinette sighed and smoothed out her wrinkled skirt as best she could in her seated position. “This is really that important to you?”

Chloe gave her the most sincere look she could muster even if she wasn’t sure her friend could see it. “Yes.”

“Let me think about it and I’ll let you know sometime tomorrow.”

Chloe threw her arms around Marinette and pulled her as tight as she could past their seatbelts. “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!”

“I haven’t said yes yet!”

“I mean, you practically have.”

Buy me a cherry coke?

#chlonette week #chlonette #chloe bourgeois #marinette dupain-cheng #miraculous ladybug

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breeeliss · 6 years

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[Chlonette Week]: If I Could Tell Her

yo if you’ve ever successfully completed all days of a fandom week on time, hit me up i need to pick your brain

(for @chlonetteweek )

[Prev: What Is This Feeling?]

Link to Archive Of Our Own: [AO3]

Title: If I Could Tell Her Prompt: a day dedicated to some pining! What are some things they wish they could say to each other but don’t have the courage to? Summary: A day in the life of a lovesick Chloé Bourgeois

Day 3: If I Could Tell Her

Chloé was sitting in the living room waiting for her driver to bring the car around when she finally checked all of Marinette’s 4am snapchats.

At a certain point, she had to appreciate the artistic appeal of watching Marinette’s sanity slowly slip away the further Chloé tapped through her story. By three in the morning, Marinette had her history textbook draped over her face while she blasted a Stromae album, rapped along horribly to the lyrics, and added the caption ‘ I’m dropping out of school and becoming an overnight musical sensation.’ It was amazing how something could be tragic, beautiful, and hilarious all at the same time but she supposed if anyone was capable of pulling it off, it was a sleep deprived Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Honestly, Chloé still hadn’t figured out what on Earth kept Marinette so busy that she was consistently staying up until sunrise to finish her assignments. Procrastination and Marinette didn’t go well together which meant she had to have been living some kind of double life as a model. Or an actress. Or something. Whatever. Chloé would look into it. Must be pretty important to be worth showing up to school late so many days in a row.

Speaking of which…

Chloé made a quick phone call while she waved her butler over and quietly asked, “Could you put some coffee in a thermos for me? I don’t want to feel sluggish during class.”

She was sent to voicemail three times before a confused, groggy voice finally answered the phone. “ I didn’t fall asleep! I was just resting…”

Chloé let herself smile now that no one was looking. “You do realize it’s eight o’clock, right?”

“ Chloé?” Marinette mumbled. “ What the fu — how did you get my number…wait, what time is it?”

“Yes it’s me, watch your language, snooped through Adrien’s phone, and it’s half an hour before school starts.”

Chloé heard a scream, a thud, and a burst of running water. “SHIT! How did I sleep through my alarms, I set like seven of them!?”

“Listen, if you’re late to class one more time, you’re going to get sent to the principal’s office. Which means you’re going to miss first period. Which means that I can’t copy your notes and do my nails during class. So hurry up.”

“ Stop nagging me so I can get ready. And what do you mean you copy my notes? Are you serious?”

“Chop chop, Marinette! We have maths first. You better be on time.”

Chloé added a splash of milk to her coffee thermos and stole a leftover croissant from breakfast this morning before meeting her driver downstairs. She thought about stopping by the Dupain-Cheng bakery and waiting downstairs with an obnoxious countdown clock on her phone to really rub it in, but Chloé was pushing it with the latenesses herself and she wasn’t sure if offering to drive Marinette to school after that would be a weird thing to offer. Too soon probably. Something to work up to. Good thing that Marinette could bike to school in under ten minutes when she was motivated by the possibility of being late.

After Chloé and Marinette had an extremely lively argument about the answer to a maths equation the class was tasked with solving, their maths teacher thought it best to seat them next to each other for the rest of the year in order to help them get along. The fight really wasn’t that big of a deal. Rivals had to keep up appearances, and sometimes that meant getting a little overdramatic. Although Chloé admittedly did take it too far when she threw that stapler. But then again, Marinette threw a tape dispenser so it was even blame at the end of the day.

Anyway, the point was the seating arrangements were unnecessary because Chloé and Marinette didn’t need to learn how to get along with each other. They got along pretty okay now that they were older and Adrien no longer needed to blackmail Chloé into being passably courteous to her classmates. However, getting to sit next to Marinette in class now gave her a subtle yet foolproof excuse to talk to her at least once a day which was always a win in Chloé’s book.

She was fixing up her makeup by the time Marinette dove into her seat three minutes before the period bell rang.

“You’re a walking disaster,” Chloé commented, squinting into her mirror as she touched up her brows. “How much sleep did you get?”

Marinette winced. “Uh, three…no two…wait, no. I think I just power napped. And maybe had a lucid dream in between homework assignments at some point. I don’t remember. Wait today’s Thursday, right?”

Chloé leaned away from her. “Good lord…” She pushed the coffee and croissant across the table. “Eat. Caffeinate. Seriously. You’re creeping me out.”

Marinette slowly opened the thermos and sniffed the contents as if she were afraid they were poisoned. “You got me coffee? That’s something you know how to do?”

“It’s fairly easy to obtain coffee, Marinette.”

“Wait, I can just have this? And the croissant?”

Chloé winced. “ Weeeeelllll …”

Marinette’s face fell. “Oh come on, what is it?”

“Let me copy your test corrections. I forgot to do them.”

“No way! Do you know how long I spent on those? I’m not going to let you just copy them.”

“I’m getting marked down in this class enough as it is. Just let me sneak a peek for two minutes. I’m a quick copier.”

Marinette pulled her books away from Chloé. “Coffee and one croissant is not enough for test corrections.”

“Ugh, fine. I’ll buy you two croissants.”

“Nope. Still not good enough.”

“Well damn, woman, what do you want?”

Marinette tapped her chin and let her eyes fall on the tube of lipstick that Chloé had lying next to the brow palette she was using. “Is that Lancôme?”

Chloé’s eyes flew open. “Stop it! It’s new! I haven’t even used it yet.”

“I really love that color.”

“Marinette come on! ”

“Class starts in less than a minute. Better do this before the teacher comes in.”

“Agh, fine!” Chloé slapped the tube of lipstick in Marinette’s hands and quickly took her test corrections before she changed her mind. “You better take care of that! It’s matte. And very expensive.”

“I’m gonna dump it in the sink after class.”

“Marinette please .”

She laughed as she blew over the rim of the thermos and took a deep sip of her coffee. She furrowed her brows and looked at Chloé. “You put milk in this.”

Chloé nodded and straightened the notebooks on her desk so that Marinette wouldn’t catch her smiling. “Yeah, that okay? That’s how I take my coffee,” she lied.

“No it’s perfect. I love when it’s got milk in it. Good guess!”

Chloé winked at her. “What can I say? Good instincts.”

In actual fact, Chloé had bullied Marinette’s favorite coffee order out of Alya a couple of days ago, but Marinette didn’t need to know that. Chloé had also done her test corrections last night while she was FaceTiming with Sabrina and didn’t really need to copy anyone’s answers after all, but Marinette also didn’t need to know that. Instead, Chloé pretended to copy over Marinette’s answers while she subtly glanced at Marinette happily enjoying her breakfast.

She wasn’t aware of how long she was staring until she felt someone kick her chair from behind and shock her back into focus. Chloé looked over her shoulder and glared when she saw Adrien fluttering his eyelashes and making obnoxious kissing faces at her while Alya cackled under her desk next to him. She waited until the teacher was turned to the board before she crumpled up a piece of notebook paper and threw it right in Adrien’s face so that he’d shut up and leave her alone.

Oh. Yeah. She forgot to mention that part. Sitting next to Marinette was great, but sitting behind the Smug Duo over here was a nightmare.

“You know instead of pretending to bring her coffee for the sake of a bribe, you can just invite her out to coffee instead,” Adrien told her after class. “It would definitely be a more straightforward option.”

Chloé started scanning the tags on the lockers and trying to find which one was Marinette’s. “That would involve telling Marinette how I feel and I’d rather shave myself bald.”

Alya rolled her eyes. “God, you’re so overdramatic.”

“Do you understand that the likelihood of Marinette liking me back is like less than one percent?” Chloé explained. “You don’t date someone you have history with, it just doesn’t work that way.”

“Says who?” Adrien asked.

“Says me.” Chloé found Marinette’s locker and carefully slipped in the textbook that she had accidentally left on her desk before she raced out the classroom to head for her studio arts class. “If I tell her that I like her and she says no, it’s just gonna make things awkward between us. We’re finally getting along after like five years of knowing each other and I’m not messing that up by telling her anything.”

“Why are you so sure confessing is going to mess things up between you two?” Alya asked. “Trust me, I know that girl inside out. She’ll be more likely to feel awful that she can’t return your feelings then try to make you feel bad for having them.”

Chloé let out a fake sob. “Ugh, that’s almost worse…”

“You’re functioning under the assumption that it’s impossible for her to like you back,” Adrien said. “Is it so hard to believe that she could possibly have a crush on you too?”

“Oh, please.”

“I’m serious. That girl wears her heart on her sleeve. It’s hard for her to hide her feelings.”

“That doesn’t mean she likes me. I’m not getting crush vibes from her.”

Alya shrugged. “I mean, they may not be full on crush vibes. But I feel like the old Marinette would’ve been weirded out by you bringing her coffee and being her wake up call in the mornings. She seems to roll with it just fine and actually enjoys it. If she isn’t crushing on you yet, she might be getting there.”

“Which is why this is the perfect time for you to confess!” Adrien grinned. “Let her warm up to the idea.”

Chloé pushed passed them and started to walk to her next class. “I get that you two are bored or romantically unfulfilled or whatever it is that makes people meddle in other people’s love lives, but I’m seriously good on the romantic advice front. I know what I’m doing.”

Alya frowned. “So you’re fine just…being nice to her and not letting things push past that point.”

Chloé groaned as she paused in the doorway. “You guys make it sound like I’m miserable trying to keep this a secret. I’m fine, okay? Totally, one hundred percent fine with how things are.”

Adrien worried his lip. “Are you sure?”

“Yes, I’m sure. Look I’ve gotta go to class, so can we do this later? And if either of you dare tell Marinette that I was the one who returned her book, I’ll start a smear campaign on both of you!”

“Isn’t that a little extreme?”

“No. In fact it isn’t extreme enough. So be grateful for my mercy.”

For once, Chloé wasn’t lying. She truly didn’t mind not telling Marinette anything. She was big enough to admit that Marinette was so beautiful, kind, and popular that it was hard to not let that jealousy manifest into outright hatred. But hating her wasn’t nearly as satisfying as becoming friends with her. Just in the past couple of months, Chloé had been able to tease out charming little bits of her personality that she hadn’t known about before. Like the fact that she was wickedly sarcastic, quick to anger, and loved arguing with people just because it got her blood pumping and she found it fun.

She could no longer resent Marinette’s ability to make everyone fall in love with her because Chloé had fallen into the same trap in almost no time at all. It hurt to know that she’d wasted so many years being cruel to her, and all she really wanted to do was act like a friend to her. Chloé often didn’t think about dating and kissing when she thought about Marinette. Not that she would ever be opposed to that happening, but it wasn’t the reason she liked being around Marinette. She liked making her smile. She liked being the reason Marinette could be happy for just a few minutes out of the day. Undoing all of the damage she’d caused this wonderful girl was all Chloé really wanted, and she didn’t need anything in return for it.

Chloé didn’t see Marinette again until the lunch pause. Her study block was over, and she was about to leave the library before she saw Marinette passed out on one of the study tables. Chloé leaned down and jostled her shoulder until Marinette slowly blinked her eyes open and yawned. “Hey Chloé.”

“Coffee wear off?”

She nodded sluggishly and started to fall back asleep. “Yeah I think so.”

“You need to eat something,” Chloé said. “I get you’re tired, but you can’t skip meals.”

“I forgot to grab lunch this morning,” Marinette said. “And I don’t have time to go out and get something. I’d rather sleep.”

Chloé started to collect all of the homework that Marinette didn’t get a chance to complete last period. “How about this? I just ordered some sushi. Delivery guy should be here any minute. I’ll split my lunch with you and then we can go nap in the park or something.”

Marinette rubbed her eyes and gestured for her bag so that she could zip it up herself. “Why the park?”

“Figured it’s more comfortable than crouching over your desk like this. Seriously, you’re too pretty to grow up with horrible posture. How are you going to look as amazing as I do in strapless stuff?”

Marinette snorted and started to roll back her stiff shoulders. “Compelling argument.”

“Come on,” Chloé said. “I was gonna do some online shopping done in the park anyway. Plus, I think I ordered two lunch boxes by accident and I can’t eat it all by myself. So I hope you like chicken.”

“Isn’t ordering takeout to the school against the rules?” Marinette teased.

Chloé flicked her forehead. “Don’t nag me, Class Rep. Be happy I’m sharing my food with you.”

“No, no, I am happy! That’s…really nice of you Chloé. Thank you.”

“You were drooling on your desk. That’s embarrassing. I can’t be seen with people who drool on their desks, so I figured I’d come rescue you from making a fool out of yourself.”

“Oh shut up. I’m up late a lot, I can’t help it.”

“Yeah, about that. What is it with you and staying up so late all the time? What do you do all day?”

“At night, I become a masked superhero who fights evil and runs around in spandex.”

“Hilarious. And unoriginal.”

“Hey, what happened to being nice to me? I liked that earlier.”

“I’m physiologically incapable of being nice for longer than sixty seconds. I’m seeing a doctor about it.”

“Oh, how absolutely awful.”

“It really is. I’m trying to raise awareness about the disease.”

Chloé pulled a blanket from her locker and walked them to the park a couple of blocks away from the school where other students were lounging in the sun, playing games, and catching up on homework. Marinette practically attacked the carton of food the minute Chloé handed it to her and started muttering something about definitely paying Chloé back because she simply couldn’t accept this without making up for it somehow. Chloé gracefully ignored the offer and made it a point to keep an eye for any money she may soon find in her locker of her notebooks so that she could return it to Marinette later on.

They weren’t at that point where they were particularly chatty with one another. Marinette asked Chloé about how studying for exams was going and Chloé remembered to ask whether Marinette was having any luck figuring out what fashion school she might want to start applying to next year. The conversation pretty much fizzled out after that, but Chloé didn’t mind. Chloé was fine turning on some music and catching up on her literature homework while Marinette ate next to her and laughed at the two three year olds playing tag only a few feet in front of them.

Marinette finished eating long before Chloé did, so Chloé grabbed her bag and shoved it underneath Marinette’s head so that she could have a pillow to lean on while she slept. She told Chloé to wake her up in ten minutes because she needed to start her homework early, but Chloé merely pretended to set the alarm and decided to let her sleep for the full two hours. She needed to remember to find a concealer in Marinette’s skin tone and figure out a subtle way of giving that to her. Poor thing was going to need it if she kept showing up to school running on fumes.

Chloé kept doing homework until she got bored and pulled out her tablet to get some shopping done. It didn’t take long for Marinette to knock out and start lightly snoring next to her. Chloé laughed through the short video she took of the sight and texted it to Marinette before indulgently smoothing the hair away from her sleeping face.

“Yup. Definitely a walking disaster,” she whispered as she played with Marinette’s bangs. “You need to sleep more, you idiot.” Marinette shifted in her sleep and hugged Chloé’s bag closer, still trapped in a deep sleep that Chloé felt guilty breaking her out of.

Chloé really wasn’t sure how crushes worked. Or rather, she didn’t know where friendships ended and crushes started, or whether they were really just one and the same thing with only subtle shades of difference separating them. Marinette coming to have lunch and nap in the park with her seemed like a huge step for them. They weren’t close yet, and Chloé wouldn’t have been offended if Marinette had said no to her invitation. But Marinette did say yes, and it was hard to figure out whether the excitement Chloé felt was because of a progressing friendship or because of the lingering shreds of a stupid hope that Marinette secretly felt the same about her.

She hated entertaining that hope because it wasn’t important to her. It really wasn’t. Chloé could die happy just being Marinette’s friend because that all by itself was a beautiful thing. But god, how perfect would it be to have Marinette look her in the eye and tell her that she liked her back? To call things like these dates? To not have to pretend that her gestures had ulterior motives?

Chloé sighed and let her thumb brush over Marinette’s cheek before she turned back to her tablet and tried to let Marinette sleep. It was probably just her touch starved brain talking. Maybe if she went to Adrien’s house after school to study and watch movies, it would help stop her brain from lingering on silly thoughts. Marinette was probably having a hard enough time learning how to be friends with Chloé after everything they’d gone through.

It would be selfish to demand anything more than that, and Adrien had been telling her for a long time that Chloé needed to stop being so darn selfish.

#chlonetteweek2k17 #chlonette #chloenette #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #chloe bourgeois #day 3 #if i could tell her #chlonette week 2017 #chlonette week #chlonette fanfiction #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #my writing

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secretagentspydetectiveninja · 6 years

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Reasons to be nice - chapter 1

Did someone say Chlonette?

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Chloé Bourgeois was such a nice person these days. No more being rude, no more putting people down, no more unnecessary antagonizing these pitiful classmates of hers. No – from now on, she was good. Better than good, in fact. The best!

At least, as long as Adrien thought so, that was what mattered. It was hard to bear the feeling of ruining her perfect, too-good-for-anyone-else reputation that she had worked so hard to cultivate for the past several years. But for Adrien? She would do anything. There was no way she was going to lose her childhood best friend, and especially not for something that would be so easy to fix.

Most things were tolerable. Saying “thank you” to Rose for those cupcakes and then quietly disposing of them later, as opposed to pushing them back at her and sneering that she would never eat something so sickly and repulsive. Getting her butler Jean-whatever-his-name-was to do her homework instead and giving Sabrina a break for once. (He was on her payroll after all, so he might as well.) Saying “excuse me” and waiting for whoever it was to move out of the way first, rather than shoving them aside.

Some things were much harder. Seeing Marinette get all the attention for designing some hideous new dress or something made her feel furious enough to want to punch a wall, though she would never bruise her flawless fingers by actually doing it. And anyway, such a dress would look so much better on her! How could Marinette have made it for Juleka??? That morbid stick insect would never be able to pull off such a colour! Did Marinette just not have eyes or something, honestly?

That was not the worst part of Chloé’s pact to be nicer, though. The worst part was Kim. That panther-challenging lunatic seemed to have taken Chloé’s sudden turn for the better as a sign that he had another chance or something. Her opinion of him hadn’t changed one bit since Valentine’s Day – he was still just some pathetic fool who thought himself much better than he actually was. She would never even think about going out with someone like that, goodness gracious. So far in her life she had never quite found a man good enough for her, and Kim certainly could not change that.

But oh, he just had to ask her again when Adrien was nearby, didn’t he?

A bouquet of flowers – cheap, miserable ones, with clashing colours and already wilting – holding them up at her and asking her, yet again, if she would think about dating him now that she was “kinda nice these days!”

Oh, for heaven’s sake. Couldn’t this boy just take a hint and move on? How could being akumatized not have changed the mind of this absolute dimwit?

The classroom was mostly empty, at least. Perhaps if Adrien hadn’t been here, Chloé would have turned Kim down again without a second thought. That would have been ideal. Just a simple rejection, nothing too harsh, nothing mean. Nice and quick.

But things couldn’t have been ideal, could they? She could see Adrien in the corner of the room, his conversation with Nino on pause as he turned his head to watch what Chloé would do now. His eyebrows were turned up slightly in the centre, his grip on his bag just a little too tight. Was he nervous? It looked as though he were expecting the worst, as though everything that Chloé had been doing for him recently hadn’t been enough to convince him that she really was a good person inside.

She let out a sigh, turning back to look at Kim kneeling in front of her with that ridiculous bouquet and that even more ridiculous hairstyle. The idea of saying yes to him was just so repulsive, on so many levels. But what would Adrien think? If he didn’t think the best of her that he possibly could, then what was even the point of Chloé’s whole “nice girl” personality that she was working so hard on? Would it all go to waste?

Well, everyone knew that she wasn’t truly in love with Adrien. As clingy as she acted, no one was really fooled. Saying yes to Kim wouldn’t change anything in that respect. And anyway, if Kim really did like her that much, then she could order him to stay at arm’s length (or further) all the time and he would do it, so that wouldn’t change too much either. It would be like having another servant, that was all.

Not that she considered Sabrina a servant, of course! Or anyone else for that matter. Kim could be another sidekick. There, that was better. He already did everything she ever told him to; it was fine. She was doing this for Adrien. Not for herself. This was a totally selfless action.

“Fine, I suppose it might not be a terrible idea,” she said finally, very carefully trying to sound on the line between nice but unenthusiastic. Delicate acting skills were something of a speciality of hers, considering her father’s position as a prominent politician. Perhaps it would come in handy here to make sure Kim got the idea that she was doing this out of pity, not love.

But of course he didn’t. All that nuance went straight over that thick head of his. He stood up and wrapped her in a gross, sweaty hug, which she quickly pushed herself out of. Being in such close proximity to that horrendously unfashionable hoodie and that rotten excuse for deodorant was not part of the deal, thank you very much. Why were sporty types always so lacking in personal hygiene?

The important thing was to check Adrien’s reaction, of course. Leaning around Kim’s giant stature, trying to look inconspicuous, she watched as Adrien stared at her, frowning somewhat. Then his expression returned to neutral and he resumed his conversation with Nino.

Hmm… he didn’t look happy. But why? Chloé had been kind to Kim for once! Actually accepted his pitiable advances! Surely that had been nice of her, right? Then why was Adrikins not impressed? Were her best efforts still not good enough for him?

“So what now?” Kim asked her.

Ugh. Did he really expect her to just suddenly know what to do when he was the one who asked her out in the first place? All she wanted to do was tell him to go take a shower and avoid any physical exercise for the next forever. But of course, Adrien was still listening probably, and he wasn’t quite happy with her yet. She still had to be extra nice.

“Now I take you shopping for a new hoodie,” she decided. “Something much better than what you’re currently wearing. And we’ll buy you some proper deodorant while we’re at it. And perhaps some cologne, too.”

She snuck another glance at Adrien. He wasn’t even paying attention anymore! Nino had put those awful orange headphones on him and seemed to be playing some music. And now Adrien was smiling properly, his face lit up in a way that she had seen so many times recently – but never directed towards her.

Kim was saying something else now, probably something irrelevant, Chloé wasn’t listening. She cut him off halfway.

“Come on, let’s go now and get this over with. Don’t keep me waiting.”

She clicked her fingers and began walking out of the room. Kim quickly followed. Ah, good, he was still doing whatever she told him to. If she could just keep up that dynamic long enough for Adrien to take notice and appreciate her properly, then this might just be tolerable.

It wasn’t so bad at first. Kim was perfectly willing to carry Chloé’s shopping bags, just as Sabrina had always done. Hoodies looked awful and Chloé certainly wanted to buy Kim something a lot better – if he was going to be her “arm-candy” from now on then he might as well look good – but he had bluntly refused, no matter how much she tried to tell him how unfashionable hoodies were.

“But they’re comfy!”

Comfy, seriously. What was comfy was to not have people gawking at you over your disastrous fashion choices, knowing that when they watched you they were admiring you instead. But still, Kim was annoyingly stubborn, so Chloé just went with the best she could. A new hoodie that looked much better. And more importantly, being fresh and new, didn’t already have a sporty stench to it.

Next she made sure he bought some actual functioning deodorant so that she wouldn’t have the urge to throw up whenever near him for more than two minutes at a time. After that, some perfume (though she guessed he wouldn’t really use it, considering the type of person he was). And then, since they were already in the perfume department, she went on a bit of a spending spree herself. She had a much better taste in perfumes than the class’s resident perfume “expert” Rose, after all, so why not use it?

She might have got a tiny bit carried away. By the time she stopped shopping the stores were closing and Kim was starting to complain about having to get back and do homework. Of course – she’d forgotten that most of her classmates didn’t just get other people to do their homework for them. Poor souls. Why bother putting in the effort? Especially Kim, who was more of an athletic star anyway?

In any case, she had done a fantastic job of being nice today. Said yes to Kim, then taken him out shopping. See? Wasn’t she just such a good person? There was no way Adrien wouldn’t think so! And just to drive home how nice she was, time for some quite literal driving home. She ordered her limo to first drop Kim off at his house, before taking her to her hotel where she could finally take a long shower and relax.

Part of her had been preparing for the absolute worst when it came to saying goodbye to Kim at his doorstep, but she needn’t have worried. It seemed that lugging around her shopping bags all afternoon had zapped his energy, so he didn’t attempt any overly romantic parting adieu. Thank goodness. She might have just dumped him on the spot if he tried anything. That boy was too much of a hopeless romantic for his own good, and she could tell.

On the way back to the hotel she pulled out her phone and sent Adrien a message.

Just went shopping with my darling boyfriend! xxx

Ew, just typing out the word “boyfriend” gave her the creeps. Boys were certainly not her preferred romantic partners, even if she was hesitant to yet tell anyone that. But it was a necessary sacrifice for Adrien’s approval.

She refreshed her phone over and over as the limo carried on through the busy Parisian streets. It seemed that Adrien had read her message but just hadn’t replied yet. Why not? They were friends, right? Best friends! He had to reply to her! Why would he just leave her on read? There was no typing bubble, so surely he wasn’t even typing out some long reply. He was just… ignoring her? Maybe he didn’t know what to say? Maybe he didn’t think it was important enough to warrant a reply?

Good. Hope you had fun.

Aha, a reply!

But then again, it didn’t sound particularly friendly, did it? Oh, was Adrien never going to be satisfied? And supposedly Chloé was the mean one!

The next day at school was no picnic. Kim was wearing his new hoodie, sure, but the improvement to his appearance was minimal. As soon as Chloé entered, proudly flaunting the new perfume and bracelets she had bought for herself yesterday, he ran over and latched himself onto her arm.

Well… they were supposed to be a couple, after all. Chloé just gritted her teeth and dealt with it. At least Kim hadn’t yet done any exercise today, so there was no sweaty body odour to deal with for the moment. She should be thankful for that. And plus, Adrien was over there. Perhaps if he saw her bonding with her new boyfriend, he would finally believe her niceness.

The remainder of the day was just as unpleasant. Kim wanted to share his food with Chloé at lunch – some greasy sandwich, honestly! She would never be caught dead eating something so disgusting! Rather than outright dismissing him as she ordinarily would have done, she thanked him and took half of the sandwich, before turning and promptly stuffing it at the bottom of her bag to be dealt with later. She could always get Jean-whatever to clean that up later.

Catching Adrien alone near the end of the day, having practically run out of the classroom while Kim was still talking to Max about something, she grabbed him by the arm and pulled him into the empty locker room.

“What do you want, Chlo?”

He was rubbing his forehead, sounding tired. Perhaps he was ill? Had a headache? In that case that would explain why he seemed so unenthusiastic about Chloé’s extra-nice behaviour recently. Poor thing must have been too sick to notice.

“Adrikins, what do you think of me?” she asked. There was no point wasting any time. They were best friends, she could ask him things like this outright. “Haven’t I been such a nice person lately?”

“Um, I guess?”

He wasn’t looking convinced. Time to pull out all the stops.

“Then why do you seem so disapproving? You like Kim, right? Surely you don’t object to me saying yes to him? Wasn’t that nice of me?”

Adrien frowned at her. “Did you only say yes to him because you thought it would impress me?”

“What? No!” Chloé was an excellent liar, of course. Her father, the mayor of Paris, hadn’t got as far as he had by telling the truth all the time.

“Well alright, if you say so…”

“I took him shopping yesterday! That new hoodie he’s wearing, did you see that? That was because of me! He looks far better now. I can’t have my boyfriend wearing ugly clothes.”

“Chloé, I really don’t have time for this.”

Adrien, on the other hand, was a pretty bad liar. She knew perfectly well he just wanted to get away from her. But why? They were friends! They had pinkie-promised to be best friends forever! She couldn’t imagine a world where they were apart!

But when he just sighed and pushed past her without another word, she began to think twice. Was her friendship with Adrien really breaking apart? Even after she was trying so hard?

Oh, never mind. Surely he would come around eventually. For now, she had to go find Kim again and force herself to be even nicer to him. A dinner date, perhaps? That wouldn’t be too unbearable, right? As long as she took him somewhere sufficiently fancy and made sure he didn’t order anything gross. Kim was a sappy fool, he would love something like that. And plus, he was a show-off. He would tell everyone how nice and amazing Chloé was being, and then Adrien would see.

Yes, that was a good idea! Feeling proud of her fantastic mind, Chloé began walking towards the exit of the locker room – only to feel someone grabbing her shoulder and turning her around rather more forcefully than she would have liked. She found herself staring right into the eyes of Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

“What do you think you’re playing at, Chloé?”

For a few seconds Chloé stood frozen on the spot. Marinette’s bright blue eyes seemed to be drilling right into her, as if trying to attack her.

It had been a while since Chloé and Marinette had last spoken. Now that Chloé was being nice, she simply refused to interact with her. Marinette had a habit of igniting the worst in Chloé – an angry, burning, passionate side. A side that she had decided to lock away for now.

And there was jealousy, too. That much couldn’t be hidden. Marinette was supposedly “nice” – everyone in the class seemed to think so, and especially Adrien. Marinette had everyone wrapped around her finger without even needing to try. She didn’t buy anyone expensive presents, she didn’t have to work to gain Adrien’s approval, and she certainly didn’t have to agree to dating a boy she didn’t love just to get everyone to take her kindness seriously!

Marinette was just perfect. She was everything Chloé tried to be, yet failed. Perfectly pretty, but without all the expensive maintenance effort. Perfectly smart, without needing to point out everyone else’s shortcomings to make her seem better in comparison. Perfectly popular, and without using money to win her way at all! How did she do it?

And now the girl herself was standing right in front of Chloé, glaring at her, one hand still clenched around the fabric of her jacket. Oh drat. Surely this could only mean an argument was coming. Chloé had made up her mind to avoid arguments from now on, but having Marinette in close proximity just did something to her.

“What’s wrong?” Chloé asked.

“You can cut the goody-two-shoes act,” Marinette snapped. “You might have fooled Adrien, but you haven’t fooled me. I know you’re just doing all this to make him happy. Not because you want to.”

“How do you know that?” Chloé retorted, before realizing her tone was rather snappier than it should be. More softly, she continued. “I’m trying to be nice because I want to show everyone that I’m a good person! You know, like you!”

Whoops. The last bit had been a slip of the tongue. Being civil to Marinette was something Chloé wanted to do, but blatantly calling her a good person? That might just have been a little too nice.

Marinette herself seemed surprised at that, though that look of fierce determination quickly returned. Chloé had never really bothered to observe Marinette properly during their previous clashes. Now, however, she allowed herself a moment to take it in. Marinette’s face seemed somewhat chubbier than usual when she was frowning so much. And the way her furrowed eyebrows caused her eyes to narrow… those were some rather well-done eyebrows, she had to admit.

“There’s more to being a good person than just sucking up to people,” Marinette said finally. She loosened her grip on Chloé’s jacket slightly. “And anyway, I wanted to talk to you about something else too. Kim.”

“Well what about him?”

Marinette clenched that fist again. The fabric of Chloé’s jacket moved slightly, brushing against her skin more delicately than it ought to have done. She found herself unexpectedly taking in a rather sharp breath.

“He’s my friend,” Marinette said. “And I don’t appreciate you playing with his heart like this.”

At the mention of the word “heart”, Chloé noticed her own beating rather speedily. Surely that couldn’t be the adrenaline rush of an oncoming argument, could it? She didn’t want to argue with Marinette. But this was how she always felt around her. It had been a while, and it felt unusual to feel it again.

Wait… what had Marinette said? Playing with Kim’s heart…

“What do you mean?” Chloé asked her.

“If you’re not actually into him then don’t string him along like this, you’ve already broken his heart enough times! Just leave him alone.”

Marinette had moved a little closer to make her point clearer, her face now very close. It was just making that adrenaline, arguing rush worse. Chloé did not want to argue! That was the last thing she wanted! Then why was her heart trying to convince her otherwise? Couldn’t it just slow down and beat normally, like a regular person?

She noticed that Marinette was staring at her expectantly. Why did those eyes always have to be so determined? So focused? Chloé gulped and tried to get her mind working again. The most important thing – no arguing. If she could be nice to Marinette, she could be nice to anyone.

“Of course I like Kim,” she said. “I didn’t want to turn the poor darling down again.”

“You actually like him? Are you sure?”

“Yes!” Chloé hoped Marinette would not find out that she was lying. That would just result in more arguments. As it was, Chloé’s heart was still picking up speed, and seemed to jump right into her throat when Marinette suddenly let go of her jacket.

“Fine,” she said. “I’ll take your word for it. But if I find out that you’ve done anything bad to my friend Kim, anything bad at all, you won’t be let off so lightly.”

Perhaps Chloé would have been on the verge of arguing again, if her brain didn’t seem to be taking an unexplained spa break right now. Why was being so close to Marinette making her feel so odd? Sure, it always had done, but it had been a while and Chloé was such a different person now. Had nothing changed at all?

And as for Marinette, well… threatening Chloé into being nice to Kim (which she already was doing, of course!) did not seem nice, not one little bit. Yet Marinette was still considered one of the nicest members of the class without even trying. How? And how was she such close friends with Kim? Kim was such a troublemaker! He never had any problem being a jerk. So why did Marinette tolerate someone like him, and yet not Chloé?

“Stop staring at me like that,” Marinette said.

Chloé dropped her eyes quickly, her face feeling hot. Why had she been doing that?

Without another word, Marinette turned and left. Chloé tried to keep her eyes focused on the floor, but they drifted upwards until they were fixating on Marinette’s bouncy hair ribbons, getting further and further away, until they were through the door and out of sight.

Chloé let out a breath she hadn’t even known she was holding. Feeling oddly weak, she leaned back against the row of lockers and slid slowly to the floor. Her heart was still beating rapidly. Her palms were getting sweaty and she wiped them on her leggings, hoping her perfume would be enough to mask any possible smell.

What had that been about? She hadn’t even argued with Marinette. She hadn’t even wanted to. So then why was she still feeling so full of adrenaline? Like she just wanted so badly to do… well… something! But what?

#idk i just really like writing chloe (and pls ignore that it's 2.30 am)#miraculous ladybug #chloe bourgeois #chlonette #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #le chien kim #random stuff #hmm i need a writing tag... uhh let's see...#aish writes #there we go

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siderealscribblings · 7 years

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(take 2): chlonette + personal assistant au

“Did you move my 12:00 to tomorrow like I asked?”

“Yeah, but I’m not sure why you want to put off meeting with Gabriel’s new CEO.”

“Other than the fact he’s a wart on the face of humanity?”

“Yeah, I mean other than the obvious,” Chloe said, rolling her eyes as Marinette closed the door behind them, arms snaking around her waist and chin resting on Chloe’s shoulder as she teased her blonde locks out of her ponytail.

“I think I have more important things to do,” Marinette said, pressing a soft kiss against her assistant’s cheek.

“Such as?”

“You.”

“This was not part of the job description,” Chloe laughed, turning around and leaning into a warm kiss.

“Consider it part of your benefits package,” Marinette murmured, teasing a button of her blouse open.

“Can’t I have dental instead?”

“No but I think I can offer you a free tonsil ex-”

“Finish that sentence, and I’m quitting.”

#chlonette #my writing #breeeliss

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baneismydragon · 7 years

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"I need you, though." Chlonette or Maribee? If you can! Love your fics btw they just keep getting better!

Ok… I had an idea… and I ran with it… and… yeah…. that escalated quickly.

most of this will be under a read more because its about 3k words long…

(Also some mention of unrequited Chloe/Adrien and Adrienette) Hope you like it.

“You’re probably wondering what I am doing here.”

“Yeah!” Marinette said, clutching her covers to her chest as shetried to process the sight of the super heroine sitting cross legged on theedge of her bed. “How did you even-”

“I came in through your skylight,” Queen bee said cutting offthe question with a wave of her hand, “Chat mentioned a while back that youusually keep it unlocked and I needed to talk to you.”

“I am going to kill that stupid cat,” she muttered under her breath.

“What?”

“Nothing,” Marinette said quickly. “So, what are you doinghere?”

“Well you see, the thing is… wait are you naked under there?”Bee gasped, her eyes going wide and her face flushing an obvious red even inthe semi-darkness.

“No! Why would you say that?!” Marinette shot back, her own facecoloring.

“Well you are doing the whole, blanket clutchy thing!”

“Because a stranger has shown up out of nowhere in my bedroom inthe middle of the night and I am in my pajamas!”

“But I’m not a stranger I am a superhero. And I know that Chatvisits you.”

“He doesn’t come in when I am sleeping!”

“Oh. I guess you have a point there,” Bee said lookingthoughtful. “Anyways I need your help.”

“My help…” Marinette said, wondering what on earth couldpossibly be happening. Had her identity gotten compromised? Did Bee know thatshe was Ladybug and that’s why she was here asking for help? It wasn’t likethey had had any interaction outside of the suit.

“Yes. Now this is probably going to require some backstory.After all I am sure you are wondering why a superheroine would need the help ofa random civilian.”

Well, that answered that question at least.

“Some backstory would be nice,” Marinette said, wondering whaton earth her life was coming to. She hoped to God that Chat wasn’t somehowgiving the others the impression that she was some sort of superhero therapist.

“Well I am sure you know all about my assorted heroic exploits,”Bee began with that edge of arrogance that Marinette was familiarwith, “and I am sure that you could only imagine how awesome it is to besomeone like me.”

“Uh huh,” Marinette said flatly.

“But…” Bee hesitated, biting her lip nervously, “myregular life, the non superhero one… well let’s just say things aren’t goingquite as well.”

It looked like she was playing therapist after all, butMarinette couldn’t find it in her to be upset. She had never seen Bee showingthis sort of vulnerability to any of them, not even Chat who after an initialperiod of mutual distrust she had become fairly close to, (a pair of nerds theboth of them), and they had all been working together for months.

“Do you want to talk about it?” Marinette askedhesitantly.

Bee nodded, her flush intensifying as she struggled to find thewords she was looking for. “Ok, ok I can do this,” she muttered.

Marinette sat up, trying to make herself more comfortable as shewaited for the other girl to begin.

“Ok. So for this to make sense there are a few things you needto know first,” Bee began, you see a lot of this centers around a girl.”

Marinette nodded. She wasn’t particularly surprised. Bee hadnever been subtle about her crush on Ladybug.

“So for a long time I’ve had a crush on a girl in my class,” Beesaid her eyes fixed on her hands as she nervously twisted her fingerstogether. “At first I didn’t really know it was a crush, and then by thetime I did… well things had already gotten kind of complicated.”

“You two were already friends?” Marinette asked.

“No we were already enemies,” Bee said glancing up guiltilybefore dropping her gaze again, her flush deepening. “According to my bestfriend I can be… how did he put it… a spiteful vindictive bitch who isn’tworth the effort.”

“That’s terrible! What sort of a best friend says something likethat?” Marinette gasped.

“Well, that’s actually the real problem,” Bee said, her eyesglistening slightly with tears, “we aren’t best friends anymore.”

“Well good,” Marinette said reaching out and grabbing Bee’shands, “he didn’t deserve you.”

“No, you don’t… you don’t understand,” Bee said between snifflingsobs, “he was right.”

“Oh,” Marinette said dumbly as the distraught girl clung to herhands, the tears running freely now.

“I was awful, and terrible and I want to get better, but Icouldn’t stop and I am sorry, I am so sorry…”

Marinette leaned forward and pulled Bee into a hug, drawing astartled gasp from the heroine. She held her tightly, trying to convey as muchlove and support as she could to her unknowing friend. Bee hesitantly returnedthe embrace, seeming almost afraid to indulge in the small intimacy.

“Look,” Marinette said, “I don’t know you that well, butI’ve seen the way you interact with Ladybug and Chat and Vixen, clearly youknow how to be a good friend, regardless of what this guy says.”

“You, you watch videos of me?” Bee asked, her voice tremblingwith hopeful excitement.

“Of course,” Marinette lied resigning herself to her fate ofconvincing her partners that she was some sort of obsessive fangirl, “youare amazing.”

“I can’tbelieve that you watch videos of me,” Bee said with a watery laugh, “wow. That…thank you. I needed that.” She broke the embrace and pulled back, giving ahesitant smile.

“You’rewelcome,” Marinette said softly.

“You knowthat top is really cute,” Bee said “you really should rock the low cut lookmore, it’s very flattering. Just because you’re petite doesn’t mean you don’thave killer boobs.”

Marinetteflushed, “So, you had a falling out with your best friend?” she said todistract from the unexpected rush of warmth she felt from the compliment.

“Yes,” Beetook a deep breath, “so let me try to give you the full story. So like I said Ihave actually had a pretty massive crush on… this girl, for a while now, but wewere pretty much enemies. In fact my friend wasn’t really far off the mark whenhe said I was a bit of a bitch.” Her voice dropped to a whisper. “I didn’treally have a lot of friends. I sort of grew up in a way where people have tobe nice to me so I didn’t really bother to care why. A- the boy I was talkingabout, well he was the only person I actually had a real friendship with, andfor a long time we only really had each other so I never saw any sort of aproblem. Well, then he started making other friends and…”

“And he leftyou behind?”

“No. Nothinglike that, it was more… he saw how I was compared to them.”

“Oh,”Marinette said, “I see.”

“And it waslike, the more he gravitated towards them, the more I hated them. I mean I hadnever really been nice to them but… it was like I wanted to prove that it didn’tmatter. That I hadn’t brought this on myself. So whenever he would try to talkto me about it I would just brush it off. Tell him that he just didn’t know anybetter yet.”

“So whathappened?”

“Well we gotinto a fight. A bad one. And I realized that I was losing him and I didn’t haveanyone to blame anymore. This was also right about the time that I realizedthat a lot of my feelings weren’t exactlywhat I thought they were and that kinda put some stuff into perspective butthat’s a whole long story with a party and champagne and accidentally makingout with my OTHER friend who I don’t like like that but it made me realize IDID like girls like that at… anyways it’s not important.

Theimportant part was that I wasn’t about to end up one of those miserable loserswith no friends sitting around waiting for someone to change them. I mean forgod’s sake I am-“ she cut herself off with a cough, “I’m stronger than that,”she finished mildly.

“Go on,”Marinette said encouragingly.

“Well I startedmaking more of an effort, and for a while it was actually getting better. Imean it wasn’t easy but…” she shrugged. Then I got my Miraculous and it wasamazing. I mean I was working with Ladybug! She was my idol! If anyone couldhelp me be a better friend it would be her. And of course Chat’s great, themelodramatic little nerd. And even Vixy is pretty cool when she isn’t trying tohog all of Ladybugs attention. Plus she’s smoking hot which helps.”

“Yeah you’renot wrong,” Marinette muttered. “It looks like things were getting better foryou, what happened?”

Bee gave heranother guilty look. “Remember the girl I mentioned? The one I have the massivecrush on? Well… my best friend likes her too.”

“Oooohh. Andhe doesn’t know that you like her.”

“No, hethinks that I like him.”

“But you don’t.”

“No, I do.”

“Wait, now Iam confused…”

“It’s calledBisexual, it means you like both guys and girls? I would figure you would knowthis already, I mean you’re best friends with Cesaire for god’s sake.”

“That’s notwhat I meant,” Marinette said with a pout, “I mean you also like your bestfriend? Like… Like, like?”

“Yeah.”

“And hedoesn’t know that either?”

“Oh no,everybody knows that.”

“And I’mback to being confused again,” Marinette sighed. “Also how did you know that Iam best friends with Alya?”

“We’ll comeback to that,” Bee said quickly. “So the run down is like this- I’m kinda in lovewith my best friend cause… duh. You’ll understand that in a minute. Meanwhile Iam also definitely in love with my arch enemy, but no one knows that and wefight all the time. My best friend finally realized that HE was in love withyooooooooouuuuu know who… hehehe… and so he started getting more and more upsetwith me for always being mean, which just got me even more upset because if youtwo get together than I am just totally screwed so that can’t happen. But thenI pushed too far and he told me that we can’t be friends anymore and I can’t livewith that. I’m used to him not liking me back but he’s never not been my friendand it’s horrible! And I tried to apologize but he isn’t talking to me and IHAVE to fix this Marinette. I HAVE to!”

“Uuhhh…”Marinette said her eyes wide as the heroine shook her by the shoulders. “Thissound’s really complicated. I mean I am happy to listen and help but, I don’tknow if I am the best person to talk to. I mean, why me? We’ve never evenspoken to each other until tonight. Shouldn’t you try talking to one of yourother friends first?”

“Oh I did.Chat and I talked things out for like 3 hours. He may be a nerd with a terriblesense of humor but the guy is a freaking marshmallow. Gives pretty decentadvice too.”

Marinetteblinked. “But if you talked to Chat then why are you talking to me?”

“Well I’mfollowing his advice,” Bee said leaning in conspiratorially.

“And hisadvice was to come talk to me?”

“Notexactly,” she smiled shyly.

Marinettecould feel a strange tingle of anticipation running along her spine, of whatexactly she wasn’t sure. She felt like there was a puzzle piece waiting to beclicked into place. She swallowed. “Wha… what was his advice exactly?”

Bee’s smilegrew and Marinette couldn’t help glancing at her lips. When had the other girlgotten so close?

“Well hesaid that if I wanted to make things right with my friend that I needed tofirst work things out with my crush.”

“Makessense,” Marinette said not even fully aware of what she was saying as Bee slideven closer, her lips hovering just inches away from her own. “And you need myhelp with that?”

“It is kindof crucial to my master plan,” Bee laughed, reaching up to brush Marinettebangs out of her eyes.

“Why?”Marinette breathed.

“Because I’min love with you, you dope.” And with that she leaned in the rest of the way.

Marinette’smind went blank as their lips met, lost in the feeling of softness and heat.The kiss was gentle, almost reverent, as if she were something precious that atany second could shatter. Instinctively her head tilted to a more comfortableangle, her breath hitching as she felt Bee’s hand gently cup her face. Theyboth leaned into the kiss, lips cautiously pressing to deepen this kiss justenough that there could be no mistaking the fluttering of want that passedbetween them.

“Wow,” Beesighed breaking the kiss but not fully pulling away, “that was… damn. No wonderour whole class is in love with you.”

“yeah…”Marinette laughed shakily trying to gather her scattered wits and wonderingwhat would happen if she leaned forward again.

“Wait…” shesaid her mind clearing slightly, “what do you mean our whole class?”

Apparentlyshe wasn’t the only one who had been eager for more, because instead ofanswering Bee leaned forward and kissed her again, more confidently this time.Her fingers threaded into lose hair as her lips nibbled and pressed eagerly againsthers.

Marinettemelted momentarily against the sensation, her body crying out to be touched andloved, before she pushed the other girl away.

“What do youmean OUR whole class?” Marinette said again, firmer this time.

Bee grabbedher hand, threading their fingers together as a bright, familiar flash of yellowlight shot across her body revealing a grinning Chloe Bourgeois in its wake.

“Would yougive us a minute Pollen?” Chloe said to the exasperated looking kwami buzzingnext to her shoulder.

“Don’t say Ididn’t warn you,” the little demi-god sighed before darting off to go exploreMarinette’s room. In a small corner of her brain that was still capable ofrational thought Marinette wondered if the kwami knew that Tikki was there aswell.

“I know it’skind of a lot to process,” Chloe said kindly, which in and of itself madeMarinette’s already overwhelmed brain hurt, “that was Pollen. She helps me turninto Queen Bee obviously. I can introduce you two properly later.”

“Ch… Chloe…”Marinette choked out. “You’re… YOU’RE…”

“Yes I’m asuper hero. I know it’s kind of a big deal.”

“YOU’RE INLOVE WITH ME?” Marinette shrieked, grateful that her parents were out of town forthe night since calm and quiet was pretty much past her ability right now.

“Oh, yeah…”Chloe blushed, “I mean I had originally planned on working my way up to thatpart, I mean not that I am complaining or anything, but-“

“Oh my GOD IKissed you!”

“Yeah, itwas pretty great right?” Chloe grinned, preening.

“Oh… I can’tbreath…” Marinette whined digging her fingers into her hair and wondering if itwould be too much of an abuse of her powers to try and summon a way to redothis whole thing. She felt a comforting comforting squeeze on her other handand relaxed slightly, until she remembered that CHLOE was sitting on her bed,holding her hand. She pulled it away like she had been burned.

“Hey, relax,I am not asking you for a commitment or anything,” Chloe said holding her handsup apologetically. “Besides as unbelievably amazing as that was, it’s not thereason I am here,” she said resolutely.

“WHY ARE YOUHERE?”

Chloe gaveher an exasperated pout, “I TOLD you, I came here to confess you to that thereason that I am always so mean to you is because I liked you so that you couldforgive me and be my friend and help me get back Adrien, I thought I was prettyclear on that.”

“Adrien…MYAdrien… the boy I have been pining overfor months… this whole conversation has been about you and Adrien?” Marinettesaid as the implications of that statement sunk in.

“Yeah.Again, how is this unclear? I mean I may have gotten a little off topic whatwith the whole you liking me back thing-“

“I never saidI liked you back!”

“Youcertainly kissed me back.”

“That isbeside the point!” Marinette said her face going scarlet.

“You’reright,” Chloe said, “we have bigger problems to discuss than your denial”.

“No! No discussing!You need to go so I can curl into a ball and die!”

“Oh god, nowyou sound like Adrien. God I have a type don’t I. Even Ladybug is a totaldramaqueen once you get to know her and she is by far the most chill of mycrushes.”

Marinettepick up her pillow, shoved it against her face and screamed.

“Come on,”Chloe pleaded trying to pull the pillow away from her face. “We don’t have timefor this, you have to help me!”

Marinettegave another frustrated wail.

“Please?”

“No.”

“I need youthough!”

“Marinetteis not here, please leave a message.”

“If we makeout some more would that make you feel better?”

Marinettelet out another muffled scream.

…

A few feetabove next to the skylight Chat Noir sat wide eyed with his arms wrapped tightly around hisknees.

He had NOT seen any of that coming.

#My drabbles #4 word prompt drabbles #Chloenette #possible future ChloT3 #what is wrong with me #where do I get these ideas?#I am trash #pure trash

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astrangetypeofchemistry · 7 years

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cute girls’ decor and how it brings childhood enemies together

my present to @agrestenoir for the @thinkoutsidethelovesquare remix exchange. i chose to remix sink, swim, or sleepwalk (and by that, i mean literally one line that makes me laugh whenever i think of it, i’m sad)

anyway, erin you mentioned liking chloe so i’m aggressively throwing chlonette at you. i hope you like.

find this mess on ao3

the thing marinette finds best about is chloe, she thinks, is the way that she refuses to admit it when she compliments her.

she notices it when she comments on chloe’s appearance for the first time, a soft murmur of “you’re so pretty” escaping into the space between them. chloe’s hair was left down, pushed back with only a headband. chloe’s reaction was to duck, a second to recover before she pulls her head back up, changing the topic completely. marinette fights the urge to keep complimenting her, the gloss of the pink lipstick on her lips, or the winged eyeliner making her eyes pop brighter than the stars in the sky, too entranced by the bright blush that takes way too long to leave chloe’s cheek.

it starts when they’re in university, somehow friends on snapchat. at first, chloe posts excessively about a boyfriend until she abruptly stops. from there, it’s a few dark screened snaps, just a second long, filled with long paragraphs of self loathing. marinette accidentally replied “why?” to one of them, forgetting that it is chloe’s snap. a few biting comments about not caring exchange between them, before their interaction completely stops.

and then, a few days later, chloe messages her again while marinette is pulling an allnighter, a small “how do you do it?” that fills marinette with so much emotion, she can’t help but write long paragraphs of nights where she questioned her self-worth before she’d found alya.

‘and maybe,’ marinette had said to chloe, ‘you were part of that self-hatred i’d built up for myself. but i’m finding, that i don’t hate you for it, because to expect you to be perfect in those years is unrealistic, because i was toxic too. just in my own way. i’ve grown, ad i’m hoping you have too.’

and then the conversation stops, with no response from chloe, and no new conversations from marinette. marinette doesn’t comment on how their entire conversation is saved, or how sometimes, when she accidentally opens it, chloe’s bitmoji is peeking at it.

this quiet refusal to acknowledge whatever is happening between them, whatever passed between them during that one quiet night follows marinette when alya finally manages to drag her out for a night. it’s marinette stuck with people she doesn’t know, people alya’s been surrounded by for the past few months.

marinette’s just slightly tipsy when she motions to alya that she’s headed to the bathroom. with a nod of acknowledgment from alya she turns away, heading towards the hall. sound is quieter there, and marinette finally feels like she can breathe. being stuck with a bunch of people she doesn’t know has been exhausting, and even the small break away from them is liberating.

it’s when she’s heading back out, slightly distracted, when she bumps into another body. the person turns around, to chew her out or whatever, but then they freeze at seeing her. marinette’s own insides churn, shock bruising her already bad night.

“chloe?” she almost screams, the beat of the music drowning out her sound. but chloe still hears her, still understands that the club is too loud, too hot, too crowded.

her hand reaches for marinette’s wrist, clasping tightly as she leads her out. they end up outside the front doors, yet chloe still doesn’t stop, dragging marinette behind her.

“where are we going?” marinette finally asks after five minutes of being led down unfamiliar roads, only to be shushed. marinette has live in paris all her life, and yet she hasn’t ever walked down the path chloe is leading her.

they don’t stop, walking long enough for marinette to wonder why she still hasn’t ripped her hand away from chloe and walked off. the streets they’re walking on are filled with people mingling, a few curious stares thrown at them. but chloe is either too distracted, or is choosing to ignore them, her hand still tightly gripping marinette.

she is a force of nature, marinette decides, seeing the way chloe’s only goal is to lead marinette further and further, no hesitation. she was one when they were younger, delivering unwanted quips to everyone she met, and she still is, not stopping to think about what she wants to accomplish. it’s a giant contrast to the younger marinette, who stuttered and blushed in front of the people she liked, never able to make a move.

which isn’t to say marinette likes chloe, or that chloe likes marinette. far from it, marinette is sure. chloe may be beautiful with the way her hair curls with the soft breeze, or the way her face lights up with every smile in the selfies she posts. but marinette doubts that, even if she likes chloe, chloe likes her back. and marinette’s given up chasing ghosts, stopped running after stories that she can’t have the courage to be a part of.

it seems somewhere on their journey chloe snaps out of her haze because she freezes, turning to marinette in absolute horror. marinette continues to stare at her in confusion, wondering if chloe had been drunk and out of it, finally sobering because of the chill. and a minute passes, two, before she finally acknowledges that chloe looks like she’s about to run away.

“you’re not leaving,” marinette cuts across her rapid thoughts, staring at chloe with just the slightest hint of warmth. “i don’t know where we are.”

chloe is still registering their surroundings, still lost and confused as she stares at marinette. “then why did you follow me?”

“i was admiring the decor,” marinette responds, forgetting that just a second ago she’d decide that this, anything, between her and chloe is impossible. some part of her just really wants to goad and bait chloe. and just before she could regret it, chloe’s blushing a red brighter than the yellow she’s always worn. and then, with just a slightly sly smile she adds, “i love looking at cute girls’ decor.”

chloe’s eyes widen, searching marinette for something before she decides on something. she steps back, confusing marinette with the way her head tilts up the way it always did when they were younger, as if she were trying to give herself importance. “you can use the map on your infernal cellular device, i’m sure.”

and then she walks away, confusing marinette with the abrupt change in her mood.

marinette walks home, using the gps on her phone. midway through it starts raining, and some petty part of her promises revenge on chloe, if and when the opportunity arises. months pass before she finds herself in the same room as chloe.

it’s at a gala filled with rich people, marinette helping her parents cater. she notices chloe right away, swiping on her phone and ignoring everyone around her. some part of marinette wants to walk over right away, spending the entire annoying chloe.

it shocks marinette a little, this innate need to actually be around chloe, and she finds it a good thing that she’s there to work. she doesn’t think she’d have the self control to stay away from chloe if she wasn’t.

it’s hours later when her parents let her know that she’s off the hook when she practically runs off to chloe, knowing that she hadn’t moved much all night. marinette had glanced at her so often, she knew that anyone who had attempted to talk to chloe had been shooed away, barely even given a glance.

“you’re looking a little lonely,” marinette greets, her mouth resting on the shell of chloe’s ear, pressing a hand against her waist. she’d honestly expected chloe to pull away without looking at her, expected to have to dodge a punch.

she didn’t expect the little sigh that had escaped chloe, or the way she leaned even closer to marinette. “i am.”

marinette gulps, overtaken by the scent of whatever shampoo chloe uses. “is that so?”

chloe turns her head to the left, a smile playing across her lips as she stares at marinette out of the corner of her eye. “are you here to admire the decor?”

her phone, marinette realizes with a jolt, is open to their old conversation on snapchat. “depends. will you leave me stranded to walk in the rain again?”

chloe smiles at marinette, her entire body following the motion of her head. as soon as chloe is facing marinette completely, her arm wraps around marinette’s back, leaning closer. “didn’t realize you would’ve minded.”

at this point, marinette’s pretty screwed, having completely forgotten about whatever petty revenge she was looking for, and a little dizzy from the proximity to chloe. “if you’ll tell me why you left, maybe i’ll consider forgiving you.”

chloe smiles coyly, poking at marinette as she nudges their noses together. “would you believe me if i told you i was nervous?”

“depends.”

for a moment, marinette stands in silence, her eyes staring into chloe’s with an intensity she never thought she was capable of. and then, before either girl could react much, marinette crashes their lips together, chloe’s hand gently resting on her jaw and pushing lightly.

“not here,” she whispers, prompting marinette to nod. with a light smile, chloe pulls away from marinette, gripping her hand and leading her out of the room. they somehow stumble to the elevator, chloe’s hand clumsily pushing at the button to call it down.

as soon as they step in, marinette feels disappointed, having fully expected chloe to pounce on her. instead, the other girl just stares at her reflection off the elevator doors as they close, muttering about how much of a mess her hair is. and then, with a side glance at marinette, she declares “thanks for giving me an excuse to get out of there,” turning away as if that was the end of their interaction for the night.

which, of course, confused marinette, as she’d assumed they’d be spending at least a little more time together.

“that’s it?” marinette asks, shocked and a little taken aback at the way chloe just shrugs.

“what else were you expecting?”

marinette isn’t sure what possesses her to move close to chloe, her arms attempting to cage chloe in. “more.” she stresses the word heavily, hoping against hope that chloe knew what she meant.

in turn, chloe huffs out a laugh, her head tossing back. “more, huh? what, like you’d actually be interested in that?”

marinette takes careful note of the way chloe says nothing about what she wants, torn over what that said about her desires. “what’s that supposed to mean?”

“nothing,” chloe sneers, attempting to duck underneath marinette’s arm. in turn, marinette moves closer, their bodies brushing together.

“don’t decide what i do or don’t want, chloe. that’s up to me and me alone.”

chloe tilts her head back subconsciously, her updo scrunched up against the wall. her eyebrow raises at marinette, a smirk playing around her lips. “then what do you want?”

marinette wonders if the quick glances she steals at chloe’s lips are noticeable before she finally gives her response. “i’ve already made that clear. the question is if you want the same thing.”

“that’ll never be clear enough for you.”

it turns out, the answer is as simple as it is satisfying.

it also turns out that marinette happens to like checking out chloe’s decor a lot. and if it ends up being a part of marinette’s vows at their wedding...

well, can you really blame her?

#think outside the love square #agrestenoir #remix exchange #chlonettte #miraculous ladybug #chloe bourgeois #marinette dupain-cheng #f/f

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kwa-mii · 7 years

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A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words

I consumed half a jar of nutella while writing this rip

This fic uses two prompts (thanks!); social media from @thinkoutsidethelovesquare is the main focus, while @queermiraculous‘ prompt discovery rounds it all off ~

The formatting should be pretty clear? but bold represents a screen name. I’ve also used some emojis because it’s social media and I dig that, so hopefully that shows up?

This fic is shameless tbh and so is my self-promotion (head to ao3)

A Picture is Worth a Thousand Words- a Chlonette fic (1347 words)

Alya had been pestering Marinette to get on Instagram for months now, and Marinette's will had finally caved. She didn't know how long she would maintain the account, but it certainly didn't hurt to try it out.

Picking a username was the difficult part. After much thought, she settled on marinettemakes, because if there was anything she wanted to do with this account, it would be to share her designs (besides, alliteration was always cute). For her username, she chose a photo of herself that her parents had taken on her last birthday; warm light, her face tilted up towards the camera, a smile stretched across her face. For her first post, she couldn't decide, so she started by seeing which of her classmates had accounts of their own.

Alya's was full of shots of her friends and some of her work or her food, captioned with class conspiracies - and her feed bore remarkable similarities to Nino's, which raised interesting questions about their alleged non-relationship. More interesting yet was their choice to use their akumatised names, ladywifi and bubbler, for their accounts. Juleka's profile didn't have a single selfie, instead turning her camera towards the world around her, but Rose's made up for this with lots of candids of her friend among the dogs she had met in the parks of Paris. Ivan ran an edgy, monochrome account, from which pictures of his girlfriend radiated. Kim's was upbeat, chronicling his morning runs and deadlift records, and the great stacks of foods he shared with his friends. It seemed Alix was trying to outdo him in showing off, because she showed similar images in between those of her freestyling in skate parks. Max had an account only to like the posts of his friends. Adrien's Instagram seemed to be run by his management; behind the scenes of his latest shoot, grateful shout-outs and promotions for the brands that hired him. He had by far the greatest follower count for the class.

It was really interesting to see the images her classmates curated for themselves, but Nathaniel's was closest to what she thought she envisioned for herself. Seeing his profile full of his doodles, comic scraps, and completed pieces reassured her that it wasn't unusual to have an account dedicated to your work. So, tentatively, she posted a photo of a circle skirt she had made, accessorised with a pair of cute socks and thick-soled shoes.

She was surprised how quickly the feedback came in:

ladywifi: gurl!! this is so awesome!

roselavillove: ❤❤

lechampionkim: nice legs :-) and a nice skirt too lmao

And a new follow request! chloebourgeois had requested to follow her, which wasn't surprising - though Chloé hated her and was not interested in anything other than herself, she could hardly afford to let someone slip under her radar of data and derision. Marinette shrugged, and accepted the request, following her classmate in return and absently looking through the pictures Chloé had decided to post.

chloebourgeois uploaded mostly selfies; neck a beautiful arch, lips a slight pout to emphasise their shape, make up always perfect. Her trademark look was that frosted lip with long eyelashes and a small flick of eyeliner, but this profile showed her versatility, and had gained her a lot of followers as a fledgling beauty guru. In awe, Marinette scrolled down. Chloé with dark red lips. Chloé with a bronzed contour. Chloé in nude. (The words were unfortunate. This set up a new image that had to be rapidly discarded for her own safety.)

She had just uploaded a new photo: Chloé on the balcony of her father's hotel in the early bloom of the sunset, face in blissful profile, golden light kissing her golden skin and hair, hands skimming her collarbones to display their beautiful shape.

marinettemakes: Wow!

And in the same moment, chloebourgeois left a comment on her photo: wow 👌

Chloé did not like many people's pictures, let alone leave comments on them. This was something Alya picked up on after she had left comments (flattering ones!) on three different pictures in a row: "Is there something going on between you and Chloé that you didn't tell me about? I thought you hated each other."

"I'm pretty sure we still do," Marinette mused, and meant it.

"Hmm."

Yet, this apparent thaw in their relationship was from both ends. Marinette had liked selfies of Chloé tossing her ponytail over her shoulder (marinettemakes: Your hair is so pretty!), nursing a cup of coffee with slightly bleary eyes (marinettemakes: You woke up like this? Amazing x), showing off a cute Ladybug hoodie she had bought (marinettemakes: Almost as cute as the real thing :) ) and painting on a shimmery smoky eye (marinettemakes: How do you do this? This is stunning!)... and pretty much everything else she had ever posted.

"I'm just being nice, Alya. Chloé's a narcissist. I don't know, I guess we might get along better if I compliment her loads, and it's way easier complimenting her from far away rather than to her face. I get intimidated and chicken out."

"Why? Because she's hot and you can't keep your cool?"

Alya said it like a joke, but Marinette replied to it like a reality, "N-no! I mean, like, she's obviously hot, aesthetically-pleasing, whatever, but that isn't important. It's not that."

"Hmm."

"Besides!" she floundered, "If she's being nice to me, it's because she's figured out she can get something out of me."

Comments on marinettemakes left by chloebourgeois: 'above average xx' (a cosy knitted jumper), 'my favourite babe! <3' (a tea dress inspired by Chat Noir), three fire emojis in a row (a dress that came out shorter than intended, drawing the eye down to her thighs), a cheeky 'girls in suits? UGH' (a suit jacket that Alya had convinced her friend to wear with a nude illusion beneath), 'pretty, but what does it look like on the designer?' (a sketch of a summery dress with ruffles and layers of volume).

Alya had stubbornly called this flirting ('She's gay, boo.' 'No way. She's obsessed with Adrien.' 'Fine! She's bi, boo.'), but Marinette did not feel like Chloé had changed her attitude outside of leaving flirty comments on her pictures - and Alya did that too, so it didn't mean anything. Indeed, all it had culminated in was a DM saying 'hey so daddy's got a charity gala and I've run out of things to wear, so I want you to design me something. gold would be nice', and a picture of Chloé on the arm of a famous human rights lawyer, dressed in lamé and looking like a Grecian goddess, with tendrils of beautiful curling hair escaping the coil atop her head to caress her cheeks (marinettemakes: Beyond gorgeous!). She had not even given a credit to the designer, and the designer did not feel it her place to say.

This was Marinette's explanation. However, the comments on Marinette's few selfies (pretty!, hooot x, ur like an angel) said something else entirely.

And, well, a picture is worth a thousand words.

ladywifi posted a new picture: a selfie with Nino, hand making a peace sign. 'school dance babes!' reads the caption, 'and there certainly were some babes tonight'

marinettemakes posted a new picture: a group photo of her four friends, arms draped over each other's shoulders. It's a lovely candid shot, Adrien laughing at something Nino says to him, Marinette's attention directed somewhere beyond the shot (you can almost see it on her face: holy...). 'Had a really great night!' she says, and means it.

chloebourgeois posted a new picture: a selfie taken from slightly above to give the best vantage of her cleavage in the revealing evening gown, and the dark plum lips (a new colour for her). At this angle, you can see the fingertips of the hand around her waist, and the slight blurring of her lipstick. 'you should've see me on the dancefloor 😉'

And, if you know where to look, you can. In the background of ladywifi's latest picture, somewhere in the dark of the dancefloor, you might discover Marinette Dupain-Cheng kissing Chloé Bourgeois, who she has been staring hungrily at since she first walked in the door - and plum is exactly what will quench her appetite.

Not in the photo, however, is the moment they pull away and say exactly what's on their mind: "Wow..."

#outsidethelovesquare #ml pride month #chlonette #chloe bourgeois #marinette #alya cesaire #ml fanfic #kwa-mine #the longest paragraphs of my whole life

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breeeliss · 6 years

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[Chlonette Week]: Helpless

me doing @chlonetteweek is like the least original move in my fandom career. literally everyone saw this coming. literally.

[Next: What Is This Feeling?]

Link to Archive of Our Own: [AO3]

Day 1: Helpless Prompt: this prompt is dedicated to their first meeting. how did they feel about it? did they hate each other on sight? were they confused by their own feelings? Summary: Chloé and Marinette's best kept secret is that they didn't always hate each other.

Day 1: Helpless

“Why is your outline for that chapter so long? You do realize that’s the chapter I’m presenting on, right?”

Chloé gripped her pencil in her hands until it audibly cracked. “I’m writing down the important parts of the chapter. Just like the assignment sheet says. What is the problem?”

Marinette looked off to the side as if the remainder of her patience was lying dead near the windows. “The assignment sheet said to summarize the chapter. Not write down every single little detail. Our presentation is only ten minutes long. Which means we each have only three minutes to speak. So if you’re going to make it that long then how am I going to — ”

“Then you do it!” Chloé snarled. “Why are you presenting on my part of the report anyway?”

“Because you’re impossibly lazy and you wanted to present on the shortest chapter! Which means that now we have to read off of each other’s reports for the presentation and you’re making yours too long.”

“I told you to go to Mme. Bustier and tell her to switch our chapter assignments. But no, you waited until the last minute and now it’s too late.”

“I was perfectly happy with my assignment! You were the one throwing a hissy fit. You had to got to Mme. Bustier.”

“I was busy this week, that’s why I told you to go do it.”

“All you do is sit around and file your nails all day, you’re telling me you didn’t have time to go do it?”

Alya smacked her hand on the study table and made both of her study partners snap their heads up. “Both of you need to shut up.” Alya pointed her pencil at Chloé. “Your outline is too damn long, and you’re gonna get points off that. Tighten it up and stop complaining.” And pointed it at Marinette. “And you. Stop being condescending. That’s just going to start a fight and god help me if we don’t get through at least half the project before the period ends. So reign it in for two freaking seconds and just work.”

“You reign your friend in!” Chloé demanded. “She started it!”

“And I’m finishing it,” Alya said. “Now get back to work before I yank out the extensions I know you’re wearing.”

Chloé grabbed her hair and glared at Alya as if daring her to follow through on the threat. But Alya shoved her notebook against her chest and stared at her until Chloé went back to writing.

Mme. Bustier’s rationale behind the group assignments was that Marinette and Chloé needed to get used to working harmoniously with each other and Alya seemed like the perfect person to balance out their personalities and serve as a go-between so that the project would run smoothly. As much as she loved Marinette, Alya would’ve much preferred being paired with Adrien and Nino again over spending more than half the time ending petty arguments and getting no actual work done.

It was strange because Marinette was extremely level headed and polite when Chloé wasn’t in the room. But the moment the two of them were forced to be within a meter of each other, things got extremely ugly and Alya wasn’t sure if she had anymore patience for it today.

The most recent truce only lasted for fifteen minutes before Chloé sighed dramatically and pulled out a nail file from her pencil case. “Can we take a break?” she complained. “We’ve been at this for ages.”

“We’ve only been in the library for half an hour,” Marinette mumbled as she continued to annotate her textbook. “You’re not even halfway through the chapter yet.”

“Because history is a ridiculously exhausting subject,” Chloé huffed. “I’ll take as many breaks as I want.”

Marinette sighed. “You don’t care about doing well on this, do you?”

Chloé scoffed. “Absolutely not. I find the whole concept of homework to be redundant and insulting to my intelligence.”

Marinette rolled her eyes. “Yeah, that sounds like the exact kind of thing an intelligent person would say.”

Alya dropped her pen and pushed her glasses up to rub at her eyes. “We were doing so well….” she groaned.

“Excuse you, Dupain-Cheng, you seem to be forgetting who helped you with your maths assignments during the entirety of 9ème. You certainly appreciated my intelligence back then.”

“That doesn’t count, we were eight,” Marinette said. “Besides, the only reason you were doing well was because your father got you a maths tutor right when you started école. Which is totally cheating, by the way.”

“Don’t you insult Mlle. Huppert,” Chloé frowned. “She helped me with all of my homework until she graduated university. And, as I recall, she helped you too whenever you came to my house to play.”

“Again. We were eight. Apparently whatever Mlle. Huppert taught you didn’t rub off because here you are acting like a baby about a silly class project.”

“Just because I don’t see the point in homework doesn’t mean I’m not smart, you stupid brat.”

Alya had one of her brows raised during the entire exchange. “Wait a minute. You guys were in école together?”

Chloé leaned back in her chair. “Unfortunately…”

“What do you mean unfortunately?” Marinette asked. “We made friendship bracelets in arts and crafts together. You begged your father to keep us in the same class when we moved up to 8ème and 7ème.”

“I did not beg him!”

“You so did! You and I started crying on the last day of 9ème. We were hugging each other and refusing to go home because we didn’t want to be separated next year. Your father had to come in and pull string and keep you happy.”

Chloé returned her focus to her hangnail. “Ugh. Whatever.”

“Hold on. Hold on,” Alya announced. “You two need to backtrack for me really quick.”

Marinette made a show of pulling all her books closer and trying to get back to her reading. “It’s not a big deal, let’s just get back to work.”

Alya snorted. “So it’s fine to take breaks when you two want to fight but suddenly work is more important than talking about you two actually being civil when you were younger?”

Chloé shifted in her seat. “I mean….for the sake of accuracy….isn’t wasn’t just us being civil.”

“Can we seriously not do this?” Marinette begged.

“Too late,” Alya grinned. “I want an answer. What was your deal?”

Chloé’s face softened, and she looked at Marinette as if silently asking her whether or not it was okay to relay the details that Alya was asking for. Marinette got this sick look on her face like the words that were prepared on her tongue were going to make her retch, but she swallowed back the feeling and refused to meet Alya’s eyes when she went ahead and said, “We… were best friends in école.”

Alya’s eyes bulged. “What!?”

Marinette seemed reluctant to confirm but she nodded regardless. “We were in école together for three years before we came to Françoise Dupont. The two of us were practically inseparable.”

Alya leaned forward in her chair and darted her eyes in between the two girls who were awkwardly turning away from each other and sitting on the edges of their chairs. “You mean to tell me that the two of you stop just short of pouncing on each other whenever you’re in the same room, but six years ago you were trading friendship bracelets and were terrified to move up a grade without each other?”

Chloé spread her arms wide. “We. Were. Eight. Things were simpler back then.”

“How did you guys meet?” Alya asked in awe.

Marinette chuckled. “Chloé was defending my honor.”

“There were these three boys who were yanking on her braids on the first day of school,” Chloé explained. “So I marched over to them, pushed one of them into sandbox, and threatened to tell the teacher on them. I think Marinette was crying so I redid her braids, said her hair was pretty, and asked if we could be friends because it was a new school for me and I didn’t know anyone.”

“And we held hands all the way to the classroom, even when our teacher started to break us up into separate tables.” Marinette smiled softly. “I guess she didn’t have the heart to separate us up because she always sat us right next to each other from that day on.”

Alya eyes crinkled in amusement. “That’s quite possibly the cutest thing I’ve ever heard.”

Chloé shrugged. “We were really loud, we liked dressing up our dolls more than we liked playing with them, and we were the co-founders of the anti-boy club we started with the other girls in class. We were perfect for each other. Besides, up until then my only real friend had been Adrien. I was dying to have a girl best friend for once.”

“I’m pretty sure that’s why we hung out so much,” Marinette said, directing the comment at Chloé as if she’d just come to the realization. “Whenever you came to my house it seemed like you had a long list of things you wanted to do before you left. Like you were checking off a bucket list.”

“Oh definitely,” Chloé confirmed. “Adrien could never fit into my dresses and he hated watching princess movies with me. He liked watching those fighting animes more. So the first thing I did when you invited me to your house was pack all my dresses and princess DVD’s into a bag so that I could show them to you.”

“Now that you mention it, you were really intense about me liking those movies.”

“I had no one else to talk to about them.”

Marinette laughed. “Remember those fashion shows we used to put on?”

Chloé tipped her head back and cackled. “My mother walked in on us wearing her evening gowns and high heels and I think Marinette was wearing some of her lipstick.”

Marinette turned to Alya. “That was the start of my fashion designing career, by the way.”

“Seriously?” Alya exclaimed.

“Chloé had expensive taste, of course, and I always used to be amazed that there were people out there who could sew something so pretty with just their own two hands. And eventually I figured out that I wanted to be one of those people and make something pretty.”

Chloé nodded. “I got her a sewing kit for her 10th birthday I think. To get her started.”

Marinette blinked and hummed in thought. “You know….I think I may still have that. The pink one with the hearts and roses on it, right?”

“Yeah that’s the one.” Chloé tilted her head and furrowed her brows. “You kept that all these years?”

“It’s on my window sill,” Marinette said. “I still keep spools of thread in it.”

Chloé let out a long breath. “Oh….”

Marinette chewed on the inside of her cheek. “Is that….bad?”

“I mean I thought you threw it out or gave it away.”

Marinette shook her head. “Too pretty to throw out.”

A tentative silence grew between them as they sat with the revelation. It seemed like the reminder that Marinette might not want to keep anything Chloé had given her anymore had sobered them up and thrust them back into the reality of their current situation because they broke their gazes and turned back to their books, shoulders hunched and faces twisted in discomfort.

Their words were enough for Alya to feel the lingering intensity of their past friendship, and during those few precious moments of nostalgia, Marinette and Chloé had gotten along more beautifully than Alya had ever seen. Up until now, their rivalry had always felt like this petty, ridiculous, and at times hilarious attempt at breaking each other down because Marinette hated Chloé’s selfishness and Chloé hated Marinette’s popularity. Classic butting of heads. But seeing them look so thoroughly awkward next to each other made Alya decide that this was more tragic than anything else.

It probably wasn’t any of her business, but the reporter in her couldn’t help but ask the question. “Why did you stop being friends?”

Marinette rolled her eyes and flipped a page of her book. “Ask Chloé.”

“Don’t you start,” Chloé frowned.

“Start what?”

“Start your whole holier-than-thou, I-did-nothing-wrong, I’m-the-victim performance.”

“Excuse me?”

Chloé turned to Marinette again but kept her demeanor cold and distant. “I’m not the only one who screwed up, okay? You are completely incapable of thinking about anyone’s feelings aside from your own and you took it out on me.”

“ I took it out on you!?” Marinette was raising her voice. “You followed me to Fraçoise Dupont because you were dead set on making my life miserable like I’d wronged you somehow. Whatever happened between us when we were ten is no excuse for close to three years of being a complete monster.”

“You did wrong me!” Chloé countered. “You called me a terrible person and a horrible friend even though I did nothing to you!”

Alya was eyeing the librarian who was scowling at how loud their argument was getting. “Guys, okay, calm down — ”

Marinette snarled, “I never said that to you!”

“Yes you did!” Chloé insisted. “Don’t try to make it seem like I’m remembering it wrong because I remember it perfectly. You stood in front of me with half of our class behind you and said that you didn’t want to see me ever again because I was a terrible, horrible friend who didn’t care about you. Which is bullshit, Marinette, because I did care about you.”

Marinette scoffed. “You seem to forget that right before I said that, you pushed me away from you and said that you didn’t need some stupid, poor baker’s daughter trying to comfort her about things I could never understand.”

“I was angry!” Chloé explained.

“Angry about what?” Marinette asked. “You realize that I thought you hated me because you avoided me for close to two weeks and wouldn’t talk to anyone? Not even to me? I called your house everyday, I came to that hotel every single day. You didn’t want anything to do with me. I finally corner you one day and ask you to tell me what’s wrong, and you just snapped — ”

“No,” Chloé corrected. “No, that is not what happened. You came up to me and asked what was wrong and I told you to leave me alone because I didn’t want to talk about it. Then you went into this whole rant about how whatever it was, it couldn’t have possibly been so bad that I couldn’t call you or go to the movies with you. I had to just get over it. Because literally everything is about how you’re feeling and not about how I’m feeling.”

“I can’t read your mind Chloé! You wouldn’t tell me why you were upset. So yeah, I assumed it was something stupid.”

“I didn’t have to tell you anything! And how dare you assume it was something stupid.”

“I was ten!” Marinette exclaimed. “I didn’t know what the heck it was, stupid or not. And yeah, I was hurt that you were avoiding me. I mean, god, what was so bad that you treated me like I was some stranger you didn’t recognize.”

“My parents got divorced, alright?” Chloé finally shouted.

Alya felt her heart sink as she watched the horror slowly take over Marinette’s face. Chloé’s chest was heaving from the exertion of their argument and all the rage was beginning to simmer down into humiliation as she sunk into her seat. Chloé didn’t wait for Marinette’s response and instead started packing up her books. “I’m going home,” she muttered.

Marinette was still too stunned, looking at a point off into space. “You didn’t tell me that, Chloé….”

“Because you wouldn’t have understood.” Chloé’s voice was getting thick and Alya was too afraid to make herself known and try to stop this conversation before the two of them really hurt each other. “My mom left me, okay? She didn’t just leave my father. She got up and left and didn’t leave any way for us to contact her. She didn’t even tell me when she was leaving. I had to come home from school and listen to my butler tell me what happened. I was ten thinking my mother didn’t want me and that she regretted being part of a family with me, but no. Marinette needed a friend. Marinette needed to play with dolls. Marinette needed help with maths and wanted to gossip about stupidity while my life was falling apart.”

“That’s not fair!” Marinette cried out, and yes those were definitely tears welling up in the corners of her eyes. “I didn’t know, you can’t blame me for that.”

“No you didn’t know.” Chloé slung her bag over her shoulder and got up from her seat. “And you would never know. Because everyone loved you. Your mother loved you. Your friends loved you. Strangers loved you. There was never any doubt that people wouldn’t gravitate to you. Meanwhile, once I lost you and lost my mother, I had nobody.”

“So that’s why you started bullying me?” Marinette asked. “Because I made one mistake that you wouldn’t let me fix? Because you were jealous?”

“I wasn’t jealous!” Chloé snapped. “I wanted everyone to realize that you weren’t perfect. That you could be just as mean and nasty as I could.”

“I don’t pretend to be perfect. I never pretended to be perfect. We were both young and we both said stupid things, and you would punish us for that all these years later?”

Chloé blinked and cursed under her breath when she realized that there were tears rolling down her cheeks. “It wasn’t going to work, Marinette. Things happen for a reason, people leave for a reason. And as far as I’m concerned, they can stay gone. Because I don’t need friends or my mother or you to feel important. I do that just fine by myself. Because I’m amazing. And anyone would be lucky to know me.”

Marinette scowled. “So that justifies it? Justifies all the horrible things you do to everyone else, all the horrible things you do to me. None of us are as important as you are, so you’re just gonna step on us and make us feel horrible about ourselves until we see how brilliant you are by comparison? Until we know how it feels to be you?”

“Don’t pretend to know my life, Marinette!” Chloé snapped. “There you go again!”

The words were stuck in Marinette’s throat and they came out sounding broken. “I’m not pretending to know your life, I’m trying to understand what happened to you. I know you, I’ve known you longer than most people, and you were never cruel, not even for a moment. If you need me to apologize to fix this, then fine, I’ll apologize, but the only thing I’ve ever wanted to do was understand how to make you stop all this and go back to being — ”

“What?” Chloé asked. “Being friends with you?”

Marinette swallowed and set her jaw. “Being you. We don’t have to be friends. If it’s too late for us, then fine. But I want you to go back to being the person who protected and defended this skinny, tiny little girl she didn’t even know without a second thought. Because I miss that person.”

Those last words made Chloé’s bottom lip tremble, and Alya felt like she was watching the two of them balance precariously over the edge of a huge chasm that had kept them separated for years. For a moment, it looked like something was about to shift. That maybe Chloé would join Marinette on the other side or that they’d at least meet in the middle and promise to revisit the thought. But Chloé gnawed down on her lip and breathed in through her nose as if she was composing herself and putting on the face she kept on for everyone who dared question her. And then Alya realized that whatever steps forward the two of them had just taken, Chloé had pulled them back right where they started with a single look.

“I’m going home,” she decided. “I’ll send you the report tonight.”

Marinette watched Chloé stomp out of the library and shut the door behind her hard enough to shake the frame. Marinette didn’t look hurt and she didn’t look angry. She looked discouraged — as if she’d finally realized that anything involving Chloé was bound to crumble to pieces, and that she would always be too helpless to stop it.

Alya cleared her throat. “Babe, are you okay?”

Marinete lifted her chin, squared her shoulders, and sat back down in her seat. “I’m fine,” she lied. “We can just finish without her.”

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Chlonette and mermaids

this isn’t really very plotty but idk modern mermaid au i guess :P

words: 1961

Marinette looked into her old jewelry box and realized she was quickly running out of stock.

About the only things left inside that she was willing to part with were a stack of silver rings (fake silver probably, but that was Marinette’s secret) and a strange bronze bee broach that her aunt had gotten her for her birthday three years ago that Marinette never bothered to wear. She dug around her closet for her old hand mirror with the cracked handle and decided that all this was enough. It was probably time to start scouring thrift stores and street fairs, but she’d worry about that later.

She stuffed everything into her bag, grabbed a croissant from the kitchen counter, and started to make her way towards the pier.

It was early enough in the morning that not many people were by the beach with the exception of the occasional fisherman heading to the southern part of the pier with fishing rods and baskets full of bait. Marinette headed in the opposite direction until she came upon a part of the rickety, wooden banister that was damaged, leaving a hole just large enough for Marinette to slip past. She looked around her to make sure no one was watching before she squeezed through the gap and carefully started to shimmy down one of the posts until she was dropping down onto a small bank of rocks underneath the walkway.

Marinette squinted against the sunrise coming just over the horizon as she whistled a quick tune with four long notes and waited.

It only took a few seconds for a glimmering golden fin to breach the surface of the water just a few meters away. Marinette watched the ripples in the water begin to get closer to her until they finally started to swirl around her feet. A blonde head of hair carefully poked up from underneath the water. “Is the coast clear?”

“No one’s around, don’t worry,” Marinette assured. “You can come up.”

“Oh, wonderful.”

Chloe leaned her hands against the bank of rocks and carefully lifted herself up to sit right next to Marinette, stretching her long golden tail out in front of her so that her scales could dry in the sun. She collected all of her hair in her hands and wrung out all the water, being careful not to disturb the chains of pearls she had braided throughout her hair. “You don’t usually come on Tuesdays. Don’t you open up the bakery in the mornings?”

“It’s a holiday today, so school’s out and the bakery is closed,” Marinette explained. “Thought I’d come visit.”

“You’re lucky,” Chloe smirked. “I was just out this morning looking for jellyfish.”

Marinette dug through her bag. “Jellyfish?”

“Of course, darling. Do you think my tail stays this smooth and shiny through will power? Proper tail maintenance is important. It’s downright tragic how other mermaids tend to neglect that.”

“Don’t jellyfish sting?”

“Oh, they do! But the tingle it leaves afterwards is worth it. That means it’s working.”

Marinette chuckled and made sure to file away that little mermaid factoid away for later. She pulled out the stack of silver rings, held it up to the light, and handed it to Chloe. “It’s been a while since I brought you things to add to your collection so I’d thought I’d bring some things by.”

Chloe gasped and snatched it out of Marinette’s hands, rolling it around in her palms and marveling at the way the metal shone in the light. “Oh, they’re so bright!!!”

“Yeah, I thought you might like them. I’ve only worn them once and they’re too big for me so I don’t use them very often.”

Chloe slipped the rings on all of her fingers and found that they were also too big to fit snugly. “That’s okay. I can probably figure out a way to turn it into a hair clip or something. It’s really hard to swim sometimes with your hair getting in your face.”

“I know it’s not diamonds or rubies or anything like that, but you’re good at finding good uses for random things.”

“Ah, finding beauty in even the most lowly of places,” Chloe sighed, fluttering her lashes with a smile. “It’s the saint in me.”

Marinette rolled her eyes. “Yeah, yeah. Alright. Your turn.”

Chloe tapped her finger against her lips before searching the dozens of baubles and doodads she had hooked onto the gold chains hanging around her hips like a belt. It took her a couple of minutes to find what she was looking for, but eventually she cheered and handed Marinette a compass that was caked in dried sand and looked to be a couple hundred years old.

Marinette opened it and found that the needle was stuck and wouldn’t move no matter how much she turned her body. “Huh. Is it broken?”

“Oh I have absolutely no idea what it is,” Chloe said distractedly as she tried to pry apart the rings and twist them into a different shape. “I’ve had it for ages, but it doesn’t do anything and it’s rather big and ugly.”

Marinette scowled. “So you gave it to me because it’s ugly? Thanks a lot, you brat.”

“What? You’re a human. That nonsense was invented by humans. It’s perfect for you. Anyway, what’s it supposed to do?”

“It tells you which direction you’re traveling in. The needle in the middle is supposed to always point north but I think the mechanism is off. Probably belonged to a sailor or something.”

“That’s a stupid old thing to have. Why not just look up at the stars?”

Marinette shrugged. “I’m not much of a sailor so I don’t know whether people still look at the stars. I think compasses are just easier.”

“So how do you get around?”

“GPS mostly. A lot of cellphones have them.”

“What’s a GPS?”

“Oh, it’s uh….it’s like a thing that tells you where you are at all times. You just check your cellphone and it’ll tell you exactly where you are. Cellphones are like little boxes we can use to call people and find out information and all sorts of cool things.”

Chloe rolled her eyes and started to twirl the ends of her hair between her fingers. “Sounds boring.”

Marinette smiled. “Boring, huh? Well, then I guess if it’s so boring I’ll just take the rest of this stuff home with me. You probably won’t be very interested in it anyway – ”

“Hold on a second!! Let me see what you have, don’t just go!”

Marinette always thought that thing in The Little Mermaid about mermaids collecting human things was just something that people made up for the sake of storybooks. But it turns out that it was founded on a lot more truth than Marinette realized. Chloe didn’t really care much for the functionality of the things that interested her. Her favorite things were trinkets that were broken or useless but looked extremely pretty. All things shiny, precious, and golden immediately enchanted her, and she always found a way to turn it into a charm for her belts, a new ring, a new bracelet, a new hair accessory, and countless other strange purposes that Marinette was sure only ever made sense to a mermaid. Marinette learned not to question it. Besides, she as able to convince Chloe into making this like a gift exchange once a week so that Marinette could get something interesting from the ocean as well. Besides, it wasn’t often that people could say they were friends with a mermaid.

She managed to exchange her hand mirror for a vial of crushed sea urchins that doubled as nail polish and exchange her bee broach for a pair of earrings that were actually just broken shell pieces attached to what looked like an old, thin fishhook. Strange gifts, but Marinette didn’t want to be rude by refusing them. Besides, she was more interested in the stories that went along with Chloe’s gifts rather than the gifts themselves. Chloe’s picky, snooty, and sarcastic behavior became tolerable whenever she told one of her tall tales. It wasn’t everyday that you got to listen to adventures about swimming to the United States, diving down into the ocean until it was too dark to see, dodging storms, and scouring ship wrecks. Marinette was tempted to take the time to find Chloe a really amazing and expensive gift only so that she’ll get some fantastical story in return.

“Oh!” Chloe exclaimed after she put away her presents, her tail splashing around the surface and soaking Marinette’s pants with seawater. “I totally forgot to tell you! I found the most amazing thing the other day and I think you’d love it!”

“What?”

“I found this old rowboat near my home that must have sunk a few years ago,” Chloe started explaining. “But there was a trunk in the back that had a bunch of clothes in them. Sort of like what you’re wearing, but there were so many more things. Like those strange things you put on your feet to walk around. These wire-things that have two circles of glass on them that I think you may need to look through. And head things! Stuff that go on your head. Hats? Yeah, I think they’re called hats.”

Marinette giggled. “Did you take anything?”

“No, I have to go back,” Chloe said. “But I figured I’d come and ask you if you wanted some of it first. You said you sew clothing and things right? I mean the clothes are a little dirty but they should still be okay with a few washes. Remind me. I’ll bring the trunk over next time.”

“Oh perfect! I won’t have to buy fabric later.”

“You….buy fabric?”

“Don’t start.”

Chloe lifted her hands. “Okay, okay, fine. Humans are confusing and ridiculous. Get used to it. I’ve got it.”

“I was saying,” Marinette continued. “That if you managed to bring those old clothes back I can bring you some bakery sweets.”

Chloe’s eyes lit up. “Sweets?”

“Mmhm. With sugar and honey and milk and all sorts of things you don’t have in the ocean. Trust me, I have a couple more things you might like.”

“Ohhhh, is it going to make me fat?” Chloe asked, pressing her hands to her stomach. “I promised myself I would go on a bit of a diet this month.”

“A small amount won’t do anything, so I’ll only bring a couple,” Marinette promised. “Besides, you have a pretty bad sweet tooth ever since I brought you those cookies the first time and I feel like I just have to keep enabling you since it’s too far gone to stop.”

Chloe smirked. “Revisiting an old shipwreck and plundering for treasure in exchange for sweets is almost universally worth it.”

Marinette laughed. “Nice to know we’re on the same page. I’m off again tomorrow, so maybe I’ll bring them then.”

“You better,” Chloe warned. “I’m going to break a couple of nails getting this trunk for you, so the least you can do is pay in human food.”

“Your sacrifices will be most appreciated.”

“Was that sarcasm?”

“in front of you? I’m offended you would think so.”

“I’ll have you know it’s a lot of work to make my nails this strong.”

“What, is there special mermaid nail maintenance that I should know about?”

“You know? It’s funny you should say that – “

“Oh no no no, stop, I was kidding, I don’t want to hear it!”

“ – because as a matter of fact there is! Oh, it’s good you don’t have any plans today because this might take a while. You see, there’s this special kind of moss you have to get, right….”

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astrangetypeofchemistry · 7 years

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Chloè Bourgeois’s Guide To Proving The Class Rep Isn’t A Selfless Angel

A very special thank you to @thedeathofablog for being amazing and absolutely saving me. I have a track record of giving up on stories after the second chapter because of how confused I get, and I’m glad I had someone helping me out this time. It doesn’t hurt that they’re... quiet eccentric.

And @breeeliss who is a ray of sunshine for the Chlonette in the fandom. I hope you’re having a good day.

Here is, finally, the next chapter.

Find it on AO3.

Chapter 1 ~ Chapter 2

Chapter 3: Chloè Bourgeois’s Guide To Explaining To Your Gay Crush That You’re Dating Even If You’re Not Dating

Shoving the door to the bakery open with a strained smile, Chloè Bourgeois felt herself fuming. With no regard to the multitude of customers, or the owners who were staring after the mayor’s daughter in shock as she threw her backpack across the shop , Chloè heaves up to the counter, standing right in front of the counter.

“Where is Marinette?” she demands, her voice as forceful as you’d expect it to be.

Sabine Cheng stands in a daze, pointing behind her, which definitely blows Chloè up even more.

(If we're being honest, Chloè has no clue why she's angry, she just knows she is.)

(And it is definitely not because she's hoping Marinette will get angry right back)

(Shut up)

When Chloè finds herself in the main part of the house, there’s no sign of Marinette, forcing her built up anger to go to waste as she made her way up the stairs she was sure lead to Marinette’s room. Pushing open the trapdoor, she found the target of her anger muttering at her desk, her head in her hands.

“Wow,” Chloè found herself saying, and when Marinette looked up, she found her visitor staring at the walls. There, in plain view, was the biggest evidence of Marinette’s crush. “Should I be jealous that you have pictures of someone else all over your walls?”

Adrien Agreste, Chloè’s best friend, was plastered all over the walls. In fact, Chloè was pretty sure this was every single campaign Adrien had ever done. She had to hide how impressed she really was as Marinette scowled.

“Leave me alone, Chloè. You forced me into dating you. And we’re not really dating.”

Dredging up all her stores of bitchiness, Chloè forced a harsh glare onto Marinette, ready to knock her off of her high horse.

“I haven’t forced anything, Missy.” Hands travelling to her hips as she stood in the middle of the room, Chloè began her lecture. It was time to knock some sense into Marinette Dupain-Cheng, once and for all. “If anything, it’s obvious you agreed to this, and for selfish reasons too. You want to keep me far away from Adrien because you’re desperate and manipulative.” Chloè’s hand flies up when Marinette opens her mouth in outrage, and her glare hardens even more, effectively shutting Marinette up.

“I asked you to pretend to date me, to satiate my own curiosity. To prove to myself that you really aren’t the kind and selfless person people think you to be. You’ve definitely proven me right.”

“Proven you right?” Marinette spluttered heavily, her cheeks flushed bright red. “I’ve done nothing-”

“Except try to turn yourself into the victim here, acting like I forced you into this when you damn well knew what you were getting into!”

“You kissed me without my consent!”

Marinette stood up, as if to give herself control over this argument, and Chloè smiled mockingly.

“Suck it up, honey. From what I remember, you agreed to serenading me. You’re going to have to get used to touching me.”

“I don’t have to get used to anything!” Marinette cried, and Chloè’s smile turned even more mocking, which was a shock in and of itself. Neither girl had thought it possible.

“In case you forgot, you’re trying to prove you’re not selfish. You’re definitely failing at that. But it all hinges on you managing to make me fall in love with you. You can’t make me fall in love with you if you’re repulsed by me.” And then, with a snort, Chloè added “And you can’t make Adrien like you by floundering around him.”

Marinette gaped at her, and Chloè moved closer, standing right in front of her.

“Get out of this victim mindset. You’re being ridiculous, and it’s not cute at all. You agreed to this- to trying to make me genuinely fall for you- and you won’t be able to do that by trying to guilt me.”

“I can only guilt people who have emotions, after all,” Marinette added, but it was weak and stilted, and definitely gave Chloè the courage to bring her arms up around Marinette’s shoulders. Her fingers loosely twined behind Marinette’s neck, pulling them both closer.

There’d been envy in Chloè since the day she’d met Marinette, wondering why every interaction they had always resonated with Chloè. Always a slight curiosity, that moment of contemplation when she didn’t understand why turning around and watching the enraptured look on Marinette’s face was so important.

“I need to stop bringing up how not real this is?” Marinette asked hesitantly, and Chloè gently released a breath, trying to make sure Marinette didn’t feel it. Judging by the way she shuddered, it had been a failure.

“Being told a relationship is fake doesn’t inspire warmth and fuzziness.”

Marinette somehow shuffles closer, and Chloe held her breath. How was it possible that even being this close, so impossible close, it still felt like there was a giant chasm separating them?

“You like me, don’t you?” Chloè’s eyes fell shut with another exhale, and their foreheads finally touched as Marinette continued. “That’s why you’re so determined. You’re trying to prove to yourself that I’m. Not likable. A terrible person.”

Sky blue eyes flashed open with a soft touch to her cheeks, Marinette’s hands gently cupping her face.

“I don’t have feelings for you, Chloè,” Marinette continued, her eyes pleading. Soft. Beautiful the way they always are. And Chloè somehow fell harder. How had they ended up here? All those years of cruelty, all those years of thriving off of each other’s failures, had lead up to this, this soft moment that would break everything.

Her hands reached up to encircle Marinette’s wrists, a soft “I know” falling from her as she gently pulled those hands away. Five minutes ago, it had felt like she was making Marinette feel ridiculous. Now, the tables had definitely turned.

It felt childish, the way that little boys pulling little girls’ pigtails to get their attention was. How could Chloè have expected Marinette Dupain-Cheng to like her just because they’d be forced to put on a show for everyone else?

Chloè stepped back, and this time, the distance seemed bigger somehow than it ever had in the past years of hatred they’d had. With a soft voice, she mumbled “The deal’s off.” With Marinette’s disbelieving gaze on her, Chloè straightened up, adopting the same haughty expression she always had. “It’s obvious you can’t win after all. I mean, you serenading me? You would’ve lost anyway.”

And then Chloè walks out, walks down the stairs and through the bakery, grabbing the abandoned backpack. There was no point in returning to school; she headed straight back to the hotel. There was no Marinette running after her, no cries and pleading, no voice calling to stay.

And in that moment, Chloè was reminded of her mother in a way her yellow jacket never achieved.

Chapter 4

#Chloè Bourgeois's Guide To Proving The Class Rep Isn't A Selfless Angel #Chapter 3 update #my fanfiction #miraculous ladybug fan fiction #Chloè bourgeois #marinette dupain-cheng #into chapter 3 and other than a brief stint from Alya and Madame Bustier no other characters appear #I'd be concerned #scratch that i already am #maybe I'll rectify that next chapter #I hope so

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