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In the daytime, I’m Marinette.
Just a normal girl, with a normal life!
But there's something about me that nobody knows about
Cus’ I’ve got a secret…
Two— actually…
The first one: Ladybug.
Paris’s beloved superheroine, fighting akumatized villains alongside her partner, Chat Noir. Black spots on a skintight red suit, and a magical yo-yo. With the power of the Ladybug Earrings, and her Kwami, Tiki, she can do anything.
If you're reading this, you already know all about Ladybug. Of course you do, who would read about the perfectly normal, clumsy baker's daughter? A few people are aware of my double life, but what if I told you it was actually a triple life?
LoveBug.
It's an open secret that I’m in love with Adrien Agreste, a boy I’ve only seen in adverts. A gorgeous, blonde teen model with a dead mother and a rich father. Who wouldn't designate him as the main character. Depressing backstory and all!
But the universe decided to make me the focus of this story, after all. Less talk about him, and more talk about my love for him!
Even before I got a grasp on the Miraculous’s true potential, I was infatuated with the boy. I took up tracking. I would find his photoshoots, hoping to be invited to join some lovely romantic shots. Sadly, that never happened. I have an entire pull-down bulletin board of notes, red string, polaroids, and dates penned in red ink.
I know his favorite place to dine on Saturdays (an Italian restaurant on 7th street, not too far from my house), and what he most frequently orders. He does his wash on Sundays, and he separates the whites.
And the car needs a new tire, cus’ last week I laid those pink spotted spikes.
How did I get those spikes, anyway?
Lovebug.
After discovering the magic of the power-ups, I decided to… experiment. I made my own magic macaroon. After a good deal of food poisoning, I discovered the Hunter power-up. Tracking, heat vision, sight like an eagle’s. Perfect for learning absolutely everything about my sweet Adrien.
When I force it down Tiki’s throat, Ladybug turns into Lovebug. Instead of the usual red with black spots, it looks different.
Purple and pink ribbon curving into the shape of two hearts around the space buns on my head. The ends of my bangs are dyed a reddish-pink, while the rest is still blue. The ladybug mask is tinted pink, with the center spot being purple with a white outline. The eyes are pure white, and glow a little, shaped like twin hearts on their side. Black sleeves with a pinkish red shade for spots. A bodysuit the same shade with purple spots and pink trim, with a black heart in the center where a dot should be. The tips of my gloved fingers are a pretty shade of pink. And on top of it all, a velvety, deep purple cloak with a hood. I plan to embroider the cloak a little, it's a bit plain. But, it keeps me hidden in the dark night.
Even my yo-yo changes. Instead of a dot in the middle, it's a heart the same color as my coat.
But enough on the boring descriptions of my new suit of all things, let me give you a rundown on what's happening in Paris right now:
Hawkmoth terrorizes the city with his akumas. It's awfully bothersome. Sure, fighting with Chat Noir is fun and all, but it cuts into my Adrien Time! I almost got to do a project with him at school, but of course, a damned akuma came by. I couldn't even romantically cower in his arms, because I had to go play Ladybug and save the day. Blegh, stupid magic earrings
Chat Noir is in love with me. Stupid cat. He's not even subtle about it. I’ve tried to subtly reject him, but it's in vain. But of course, my best friend, Alya Cesaire, caught a photo of Chat giving me a rose at night after battle. Sure, I rejected it with the excuse of detransforming (I still had time, of course I’m lying to the stupid kitty), and ran away.
Despite my rejection, it added more kindling to the fire of ‘LadyChat’ shippers. How bothersome. My heart belongs to Adrien. My Adrien. Sure, I’ve never talked to him (except when he comes to the bakery on Mondays at 12:35 pm to purchase macarons), but he's MINE.
Danmit, kitty. Keep your heart in check.
Now that I think about it, those green cateyes followed me as I sped away. I could feel them boring into my red-clad back. I could almost swear I heard his nimble feet following me from the shadows.
No, what am I thinking? Marinette, you know damn well that cat can't be silent to save his life.
Well, I would go on, but you don't want to hear about my crazed ramblings, without a story to go along with it, would you?
Without further ado, welcome to:
The Lovebug Diaries.
Wait a second- wh-ts hap–ening?
M–y-yyy— sign–al is– b-re-k–ing—-u—p—--
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Sorry for the interruption, hope your feline-fine! I don't know what I just interrupted, but mehhhh it's probably fineeee. Lets keep up a good cat-titude!
How about I introduce myself!
In the daytime, I’m Adrien Agreste.
Just a famous boy, with a ‘perfect’ life
But there's something about me that nobody knows about,
Cus’ I’ve got a few secrets…
And who doesn't?
Sure, Adrien Agreste has a nice life. But it's boring. Fencing, then Chinese Classes, then Piano over and over again until the sun explodes.
So imagine my surprise when my Chinese tutor didn't come one day. In his place, a short old man wearing a red shirt with white florals. He claimed to be a substitute teacher to my fathers face. But once we were in my room, he brought out a box.
In that box.. was my escape.
Miraculous.
Miraculi? Is that the plural? Guess all those grammar tutors didn't work as well as my father thinks.
ANYways, when I put on the ring, I become Chat Noir. Superhero of Paris. I leap out my window (which is conveniently person sized), and fight akumatized villains with Ladybug, the holder of the miraculous of the ladybug.
Oh… Ladybug.
I love that girl. Been so since the first day on the job. Too bad I’ve never seen behind the spotted mask. Those eyes…big and blue like a calm lake hiding the Loch Ness monster.
I would do anything to learn who she is. Then, I could swoop in as Adrien and win her heart. Ladybug won't get mad at me for knowing her identity, because I’ll never tell her, and I get to be with the girl of my dreams. Win-Win!
But M’lady is quite guarded. I’ve tried to follow her home, slipping into the shadows. Like that time I gave her a rose in the moonlight a week or so ago. She claimed to need to detransform, and rushed off. I tried to follow her, but Plag warned me of detransformation, and I had to duck away.
I saw her run into an alleyway, and saw her signature pink flash of light. I wanted to look. I really, really did.
But something made me hesitate. M’lady will be mad at me if I look, I shouldn't. I did sneak a tiny peak. Betrayal, I’m sorry milady.
I saw a school uniform. The Françoise Dupont School of ParisI didn't recognize it at first, due to me being home-schooled. The brown plaid skirt and white button up. Only one school in the area has a uniform like that, so it wasn’t that difficult to hunt down each and every school and check the uniform.
As for the girl herself, I spotted dark pigtails.
Sure, I already know that Ladybug always has her hair in pigtails, so it's not much to go off. And who knows, pigtails are common for girls. Maybe she wears her hair different everyday, and the Miraculous just has pigtails built in. The black cat Miraculous changes my hair a little. Who's to say it doesn't change hers?
Its not like natural and unnatural blue hair is awfully common in France, and that I don't even know if ladybug’s hair is blue in her civilian form. Stupid Night Vision tinting everything green.
Shit. (don't tell my dad I know that word, I’m not supposed to. I heard Natalie say it when she was mad)
Its fine, though. Even though I couldn't see the color well, as my night vision tints everything green for some reason, I now know that she has dark hair. It's not much, but it's something. Now I know her hair length, the school she goes to, and a decent age estimate. I always knew she was young, maybe a little older than me, but still. Information is information.
I’ve ‘known’ her for about a year. I add the quotations, because I don't really know the real Ladybug. Who's the angel behind the mask? Who is the love of my life really?
Françoise Dupont School of Paris, I plan to enroll. I’m sick of living indoors my whole life. Sure, fighting baddies is fun, but what about friends? But Father is a big block in the road. I wish I could Cataclysm his stupid face. But sadly, murder is a crime, and there's cameras everywhere in this house.
I’ll convince him. If I can't even get my father to let me go to school, how can I win the ever elusive Ladybug’s heart? I’ll enroll, figure out who milady is, and use the Agreste charm to win her heart. She never has to know that I know who she really is. Easy! I’m onto you, Bugaboo.
Françoise Dupont School of Paris:The love of my life, potential friends, and time away from home, all in one.
Who wouldn't want to go to school?