Tikki looked up curiously at the human before her, who stared back at her with slightly wide eyes. After letting out a breath of 'holy shit', much to the Kwami's disapproval of choice of words, she reached a hand up and poked Tikki.

"I've waited to meet your for fourteen years, Tikki," Marinette smiled, though as old as Tikki was, she saw something more than just a smile. She saw a tired soul, one who was simply living because she has to.

She hasn't seen a soul like this in quite a while.

But never has she met a Ladybug who knew of her before meeting, let alone admitting to have been waiting years for her. But fourteen...that's—

"How could you have been waiting for me for as long as you've been alive?" Tikki blurted, looking at the girl with confusion. Marinette tilted her head, the same smile still there.

"I'll tell you when there isn't a villain destroying Paris," she reached over and picked up the earrings and swiftly replaced the ones she was wearing for the now solid black earrings.

Tikki nodded, relieved that she'll receive answers, "You have to break the item in which the Akuma is inside of, causing all this destruction, and capture it! You're secret power is Lucky Charm." Marinette nods, although rather hesitantly, "Now, all you have to do is say 'Spots On.'"

Breathing in a deep breath, Marinette steeled herself.'

"Tikki, Spots On."

A bright red light engulfed the room as Tikki disappeared into the earrings, and Marinette could feel a fluttering feeling across her body, her hair released itself from it's loose tie at the nape of her neck and drew itself into two high buns, each held tightly with a red sash, four long strands bellowing behind her. Her bangs swept to the side, rather than having them straight down, with her shorter strands of hair framing her face.

The fluttering of magic across her skin, disappeared, and looking in her mirror, it revealed a more traditional outfit than she hadn't been expecting. Her face was predictably covered by a ladybug themed mask over her eyes, but her breasts were held up by tight, white bandages, which was revealed by her open red and black-spotted mini kimono dress, which was loosely tied with an obi around her waist, and tight black shorts were found under, much to her relief. On her feet, were black flats, she she found she could not take off at all.

"Huh," she examined herself, "that was...overwhelming and anticlimactic at the same time." In the mirror, she spotted a black wire around her thigh, and investigated. "Oh, it's my yo-yo." She unlatched it from around were thigh, and tested it out as if it were an actual yo-yo. 

"Marinette, are you home?! Did you get home safely?!" She jumped, hearing her mother's voice downstairs, and rushed up to the window latch, escaping her room and hiding on her roof balcony. "Tom! She's not here, call the school!"

Marinette frowned, she didn't want to worry her parents, but there wasn't anything she could do about it at this moment.

Hopping onto the rails with practiced balance that came from years of dancing, along with it enhanced with new abilities, she spun her yo-yo and threw it, tugging it after it wrapped around a stable object, and let it pull her into the sky.

She gasped, looking at the city from this height, the wind feeling oh-so refreshing and cool on her skin. She found herself grinning, then a bubbling laugh escaped her.

She felt...

She felt so alive.

-

After escaping his room as a super hero, Adrien found himself testing his abilities, and was currently balancing across his staff from one building to another, which he had found can elongate without limit. 

He stopped in his tracks, his black ears flickering on his head as he heard bubbly laughter and looked up to see a girl in traditional Asian clothing, though he couldn't pinpoint from which country exactly it could have originated in. He cheeks flushed slightly at her exposed chest, though covered, one could see that this girl had been well-endowed.

She spotted him, and quickly threw her- is that a yo-yo?- around the top structure of a building to change her direction, and flipped before landing in a squat on his staff. Standing, she looked at him with a curious look, before grinning. 

"You must be my partner, kitty."

"Oh, uh," he stuttered, his staff suddenly closing, making them drop down to the ground. Adrien let out a sound of surprise but landed on all fours, having the ability of a cat. He retrieved his staff sheepishly, tucking it back on his lower back where it belonged. "Sorry, I didn't do it on purpose."

"It's fine, we've only started learning after all," she smiled, and Adrien sighed in relief, happy to have someone understanding.

Marinette was freaking out inside her head, trying to create a persona that wouldn't be recognized once she returned to being herself. She new she could come off as cold and uncaring, but she just didn't express herself. She was emotionally constipated.

But she didn't want to fake herself, either.

That didn't mean she wasn't enjoying herself right now. She hasn't felt this lively in a long, long time, and while seeing Adrien wasn't something she had wanted for a while, she decided that running away from her feelings would only hurt her more.

That's what Luka taught her.

"Well, I'm, hmm..." Adrien broke her out of her thoughts, thinking quickly before snapping his fingers, "I'm Chat Noir, and you?"

Before she could answer, the ground began to shake and they both gasped as they turned to watch a whole building collapse, Marinette tensing. There are people in there.

The situation just felt more real in that moment.

"Come on!" She shouted, throwing her yo-yo and tugging once it was secured, swinging in the air and between buildings to arrive at the destination. 

"H-hey, wait up!" Chat Noir held on to his staff and using the extension to push him self on top of a building to follow after her.

They arrived to where the source of the screaming was coming from, which was in the stadium and Marinette threw herself down between the enemy and Kim, glaring up at him as Kim took his chance to run away. He glanced back at the girl but kept running.

"Pick on someone your own size," the girl in ladybug clothing snarled, and the monster roared, throwing a punch to where she  stood. Marinette jumped, flipping out of the area. Chat Noir jumped down to help distract the villain, who growled at the new enemy, and grabbed the goalie net, and threw it at the black cat clad superhero, who used his staff to redirect it.

Unfortunately, it sent it towards a girl in the sidelines, recording the fight on her phone and Chat Noir gasped as it headed her way.

 Alya stared with wide eyes, unable to move as the object came flying towards her when something wrapped around her waist and pulled her away from where she once stood. Releasing the breath she was holding, she found herself being held by the female superhero, while she used the other arm to hold her yo-yo to swing them to an open exit. Alya looked at the female in awe, eyes shining in admiration and the calm and collected determination on her features.

Once they landed, the girl sent her a harsh glare, "You shouldn't be here, it's dangerous. Leave." Not giving Alya a chance, she hurried back to the fight, just in time to catch Chat Noir being thrown into the other goal net  from him hitting the villain, which grew in size.

Rushing over to her partner, she studied the enemy across the field. Chat Noir jumped back up, ready to go again and running past her, "Come on, Wonderbug! Time to kick some rocky road!"

Marinette grimaced, that was awful.

She caught him by his tail before who could get too far and pulled him back, unamused, "We can't just go in without a plan."

"Use our special abilities, there, plan- now let's go!" She yanked him back once again and he whine, "Stop doing that!

"He get's bigger whenever you hit him, we have to try something else."

Chat hummed, she did have a point. "Like what?" Marinette pondered for a moment, only taking her eyes off him for a few seconds before he exclaimed in excitement, "Oh, I know! Cataclysm!" Dark energy surrounded his clawed hands, bubbling from the density. Marinette flinched at the raw power that radiated off Chat's hand. "Apparently, I destroy whatever I touch." He explained, going to touch the goal behind that, but she could his wrist with a 'are you kidding?' look.

"Chat, you only get one chance to use your special power, once you use it, you only have a few minutes before you turn back to normal."

"Oh," he frowned, maybe he should have let Plagg keep explaining. "Then what should I do?" Marinette let go and looked over at the villain, who began heading their way, and she looked at his right fist, which hadn't opened once.

"We need to get him to open his hand, whatever he's holding might just be what we're looking for. I need you to get to his feet, and either use it on him, or destroy the ground below him."

"Nice thinking! Let's do this!"

-

Things did not go as planned.

As soon as Chat Noir was close enough, he set to hit the villain with his Cataclysm, but was hit with a fist that shot him to the stands, his hand touching the seats which wasted his one chance.'

He huffed, "Are you kidding me?!" he yelled, hurrying to help his partner fend off the onslaught of attacks, which she avoided and blocked swiftly, doing her best to not get hit or land blows. She did say he grows bigger with every hit, after all.

Returning to their distance away, they only had a few moments before the giant rock villain would reach them once again. Marinette closed her eyes and through her yo-yo up, "Lucky Charm!" White light illuminated from the yo-yo before blinding them, once the the light was gone, it revealed a-

"Is that a rubber suit?" he questioned in a flat tone.

Looking around, her vision zoomed in on items she could use, landing on the closed fist, then- damn it- Alya in the distance, recording still, and the hose, which the end had been brought all the way to where they were standing.

Picking up the end of the hose, she quickly did some handy work to connect them, with the end of the hose secured inside the suit. Once she was finished, she smirked up at Chat, wrapping her yo-yo around his legs.

He looked down confused, before meeting her eyes, "Get ready to fly, kitty," before swing him around and towards the villain, and following after as Chat was caught in the free hand, holding on tightly to her contraption and the villain was forced to catch her in the other hand.

This was it, this was how it was always meant to happen.

Gasping at the tight hold around her, beginning to crush her, she turned to Alya.

"Turn on the tap!" she yelled, before yelping as she was squeezed harder. Alya scrambled at the order and quickly did as cold, watching with bated breath as water rushed to where she was and the suit expanded with water. 

The fist around her released her from shock and she immediately rolled into landing and making a mad dash to the small purple object that had been dropped and breaking it. A purple butterfly escaped the item, fluttering off and Marinette frowned. That was it right?

They caught it, right?

Chat Noir stared at his partner in awe, Ivan next to him waking up from his daze, "Wow..." he whispered, "She's amazing." Standing up, he made his way over to her, though grew confused when he saw her frowning.

"What's going on, what an I doing here?" Ivan's voice made them turn to him, but before either could explain, Chat Noir's ring began to beep, signaling the last two minutes he had.

"Uh-oh, I guess that's my cue," he turned to her, "you were awesome."

"Thanks, but I couldn't have done it alone," she nodded in thanks, smiling at him. "You should go, out identities are supposed to be secret."

"I'll see you later then, milady," he grinned a cheshire cat smile, "I bid you adieu."

"Later, kitty cat." 

She waved as he jumped off, heading back to his home.

Her smile dropped, and she sighed in exhaustion, the turned to Ivan, who was getting up, still confused. Looking at the crumpled paper in her hands, she opened it and read the contents.

"Kim wrote it," Ivan supplied, "he's always making fun of me."

"Don't let him see that it gets to you," she grabbed his hand and put the paper in his grasp instead. "People like him pick on others to make themselves feel better, and this," she gestured to the note, then poked his chest, where his heart would be, "there is nothing wrong with telling someone your feelings. Never feel shame for having feelings. Your feelings are your own, and you're allowed to have them."

Ivan sent her a small smile, and nodded.

"That was amazing!" Marinette saw Alya only a few feet away from them now, and Alya was shooting off question after question, and Marinette glared at her, shutting her up immediately.

"You," she hissed, "I told you it was too dangerous and to leave! You could have gotten hurt!" 

Alya sent her finger guns, "But I didn't."

"Unbelievable." Marinette stood up and turned to leave, throwing her yo-yo up and feeling it latch on, she was ready to leave. 

"Wait! Who are you, miss...?" Alya trailed off. Marinette glanced back, with an amused smile.

"Don't the spots give it away? The name's Ladybug."