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Part 1 of through the kaleidoscope
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2019-01-21
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through the kaleidoscope

Summary:

It's a collection of ficlets, short-stories and one-shots about the lovesquare.

Notes:

(See the end of the work for notes.)

Chapter 1: Outside the Window

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For as long as he could remember, Adrien has been watching the world move by from behind the safety of a window pane. He just… helplessly observed.

Through his bedroom windows.

Though car windows.

Through Le Gran Paris windows.

Always an observer and an outsider. Never part of the action. Never part of life. It didn’t use to bother him as much but nowadays he often wondered if he was condemned to just watch while merely existing instead of living.

Up until a couple months ago, he might’ve found it easier to believe that it was for his own protection. Now, though, as he watched the distance between Collège Françoise Dupont and the town car increase, he wondered what good came of all that isolation.

It certainly did nothing to protect his mère.

All it did was to make him feel trapped. When he was younger, he could never understand the real meaning of the expression “gilded cage” as he read it in the storybooks. Now that he was older, it was finally starting to sink in.

To make it all worse, his père refused to even listen to him. And it’s not like Adrien couldn’t understand where his father’s fears were coming from, because he could – he did! The loss of his mother was still a fresh wound and he suspected it would always be hanging over their heads. It still didn’t make things any fairer. If it was overdramatic to feel like he was being punished for something he didn’t do, then so be it. He couldn’t help the way he felt.

He was about to just give up on his idea of going to school and making new friends when he noticed the little black box over his coffee table. And then...

Well, it was as if someone had forgotten to lock the windows for once and he could, at last, join the rest of the world.

Chapter 2: Hide

Notes:

this was something I wrote while thinking about maybe take part on Adrinette April last year. Didn't really went through with it.
So, yeah, this was Day 1: Hide

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Marinette had become quite proficient at turning invisible when it was convenient. It made disappearing during Akuma attacks easier and it was also helpful for those moments – like right now – when she still felt jittery over talking to Adrien.

Lately, though, she felt like her capacity of getting by unnoticed was failing her and she had no idea what she was doing wrong.

No matter how much she tried to remain invisible, Adrien seemed to be somewhat hardwired to detect her. Sometimes she was just quietly watching him interact with their friends from behind, hidden in a corner, and he would turn in her direction as if feeling her eyes on him. Then they would stare into each other’s eyes for a while until he smiled at her or - oh, God! - he came closer to talk to her, no consideration whatsoever about her flustered state.

It was terrifying and concerning and exciting and exhilarating.

Marinette didn’t know what to do but she was starting to think that, for some reason or another, he’d become able to see her and she no longer could hide from Adrien Agreste.

Chapter 3: Gaming

Notes:

this was the second (and unfortunately last) thing I wrote for Adrinette April last year.
Day 2: Gaming

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It had been a stupid idea.

Who was the genius that thought that turning their visit to the arcade in a competition would be a good idea? Oh, that’s right… She did. Stupid, stupid idea! Marinette heaved a sigh, as she watched the line composed of boys and girls from her class and some people she didn’t even know waiting their turn to try and defeat her.

Jeez, Marinette, tone it down, will you?

Except she couldn’t really tone it down. She was competitive by nature and she didn’t believe in losing on purpose. So she just kept on playing and kept on winning. Her hair was a mess, she was dripping sweat from the stifling hot interior of the arcade. She was aware that there was a betting pool going on. She was also aware that Adrien was around – she had heard him talking to Nino and Alya a little while ago. And all the noise around her was starting to give her a headache. But she was stuck there at that console till someone good enough to defeat her showed up. That was just her luck!

‘Hey, Mari!’ She jumped on her seat at the feeling of a hand on her shoulder and looked up to see Adrien, smiling sweetly at her, in between challengers.

She felt her face heating up, thinking that she was probably looking like a mess right now.

‘Here, you should stay hydrated,’ he said, offering her a bottle of water and pressed a kerchief against her forehead to dry her sweat. ‘Alya and Nino said you’ve been there for almost three hours already! And it seems like if you win two more battles you’ll break the house’s Record,’ he smirked brightly at her. ‘Think you can do it?’

‘What do I get if I win?’ she asked, raising an eyebrow.

Adrien shrugged, tapping his finger on his chin, thoughtfully. ‘How about some ice cream?’

Marinette opened a broad cocky grin, one that would probably make Chat Noir proud, she thought to herself.  ‘Oh, you’re on!’

Chapter 4: You're my number three

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As a child, Marinette’s life revolved around the number 3. Her family was composed of three people. There were three predominant heritages in her blood. She had been gifted her favourite toy ever at her third birthday.

She was 13 when she had become a superhero and when she first fell in love – and, well, there’s a number three in there, as well. She had dreamed of having three children. She also thought about having a dog, then a cat, before settling on her third option of getting a hamster.

She made three best friends at school and had three best friends as superheroes, as well – ah, okay, maybe she shouldn’t really count them since two of them were the same friends from school but they didn’t know that! So, maybe it still counted, right? Right!

And then, she’s met her third enemy – Hawkmoth, Mayura and Lila were the ultimate trifecta of evil.

It only got worse when she found herself crushing on three boys – why? Oh, why?

That was not to say there was something wrong with either of the boys.

Adrien was the very definition of Perfection. He was a real gentleman, very sweet, very kind. He was a ray of sunshine on the bleakest of days. If only she was able to be more confident around him...

Luka was very sweet and mature and creative and artistic – though she didn’t know him very well, he made her heart jump in her chest as if trying to get out.

And Chat... well, Chat Noir was her goofball of a partner, her kitty, her bestest friend – sorry, Alya! – her pillar of strength, her source of confidence. He brought what was best in her to the forefront and was the major reason why she was able to be a good Ladybug.

She had fought so hard against falling in love with Chat Noir. And yet he had overpowered her resolve, worming his way into her heart in a way that couldn’t be undone…

And for a while… Well, for a while, Marinette had really dreaded the Number 3.

Yet as that truth sank in, she realised that, maybe, she wasn’t really in love with three guys, after all. As much as she admired Adrien and Luka, there was only The One. Chat had been the first one she’d met. It had only taken her longer to let him in, for some reason.

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When all was said and done, Marinette thought that, maybe, numbers were just numbers, after all, and held no real meaning on the great scheme of things and yet…

Yet, as she stood in front of Chat Noir, their masks falling and two became one, she couldn’t help thinking that her problems might be nothing more than mathematical errors.

Chapter 5: Yin Yang

Summary:

Just a little study of destruction's nature.

Notes:

To sagansjagger because I didn't even manage to go through the first paragraph of Fight before the idea hit me.

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Plagg knew that destruction wasn't evil. That it could sometimes turn to be something positive. It was an innate knowledge, an awareness that resided in his core and was intrinsic to his nature.

Natural destruction was chaotic at the moment it happened but it was also cleansing, restorative. It made that which came after stronger.

There was a beauty to it, as long as it was followed by the touch of creation. He loved seeing Tikki get to work after his many and many mischiefs.

It was the beginning of so many things. Of All things. It brought order to chaos.

However, Plagg wasn't ignorant to the effects of unnatural destruction. He knew that if caused by creation itself, destruction could be irreversible. And, unfortunately, humanity excelled in manufacturing destruction.

So it was safe to say that Plagg also feared it. He feared that which was essential to him when it came from his counterpart. He greatly dreaded the knowledge that the speckle of him embedded in Tikki could easily turn to corruption, as terrible and malicious as only unnatural things could be.

Plagg understood destruction. He embraced it. He loved it. He was it.

And he held on to it with all of his might, with all that he was, because he never wanted to see it coming from Tikki again.

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