Chat Noir lowered Marinette, holding her only by the hands.

"Chat what are y-you doing!" She looked down, trembling in fear. The ground was quite far from them, her vision spiraling down giving her a headache. She was to weak to pull herself back up, char dangling her hundreds of feet above the ground and all. "Don't drop me! Please!" Her eyes started to water.

"Why would I drop you?" He cocked his head with a teasing grin.

"Please!" Marinette pleaded, her eyes glued shut.

"Spread your wings. Trust me." Her said with a calming voice.

"I can't fly Chat!" Marinette screamed.

"Do you trust me?" Chat asked. Marinette hesitated.

"Y-yes?"

"Then spread your wings." The words danced in the air, floating around Marinette like a dream. Th is was it. She was going to die. But yet she had enough trust and faith in him to open her creamy pink dove wings wide. "Trust me." Was all chat said and scooped her up a little higher in his arms, though she was still dangling dangerously in the sky. "Hang on!"

"You think I'm not already?!" Marinette seethed. Chat ignored her comment and flew forwards, slowly. It was an easy pace, but fast enough to blow Marinette back a little.

Her wings spread out even further, oh the joy it was to feel the wind between her feathers. She felt, real. She clapped her delicate wings to pretend she was flying. Chat smiled down, looking at her enjoy herself. He twisted sideways and ran a wing through the cloud, pulling a how to train your dragon. Marinette mimicked him, sticking her useless wing into the puffy clouds and they seamlessly streamed by.

Marinette laughed, and Chat Noir held her tighter. The girl was flying, it may have been a simulation but it was some how better than flying as LadyBug! It was an indescribable feeling that flooded her senses. She was grateful towards Chat Noir.

———

Chat had returned Marinette to her home safely, and bid her fair well. They had enjoyed the night together, which made Marinette sad to see him leave. The thought of him leaving so soon made her a bit disappointed. Chat was almost out of view.

"Wait! CHAT NOIR!" She called. His figure froze in the distance before flying back to her balcony.

"What is it, purrincess." He said coyly. Marinette rose an eyebrow un upMost confusion from the nickname.

"I-I have something for you. Wait here." She dashed inside her bedroom leaving Chat outside. When she returned she held a slightly torn packaged somewhat neatly wrapped. She was rather embarrassed by it's appearance but none the less she handed it to him. "H-here. F-for you." She stammered. Chat took the box hesitantly.

"It's not gonna nite me is it?" He asked.

"No." Marinette laughed. "It's the gift for that other boy. But you can have it. Go on, in wrap it." She said eagerly. Chat smiled and tore away the paper.

"A coat? Did you make this?" He asked.

"Y-yeah. It's cotton so it won't really do a-any good in the rain. But it would look nice on you!" Marinette smiled nervously as Chat Noir tried it on.

"Perfect fit." He grinned.

"Yeah I had to assume the measurements for that other boy. It may not have fit him anyways." She sighed. "Cozy?"

"And a little itchy." She complained.

"Sorry. But um... thanks for letting me fly tonight." She blushed.

"No problem. And now I have a warm itchy coat for cold patrol nights." He chuckled. "Au revoir!" He waved goodbye before disappearing into the starry night sky.

———

Walking to school Marinette was caught by a surprise. Their was a huge crowd of students surrounding something or some one. Marinette couldn't tell what it was because people had flown a dome around it. She would have to await the gossip and rumors that would spread later.

But to her dismay, her questions were answered when she strode into the classroom that morning. Their was a strange new girl who had walked in with the hoard of people. Mrs. Bustier rushed every one to their seats except for Rose and the girl.

Marinette waited patiently, when something about the girl caught her eye. No it wasn't her her black hair and sky blue eyes. Not her fishnet leggings that shouldn't be aloud at school. Not her leather punk 80's jacket, or her biker gloves and combat boots.

It was her wings. They were unlike any Marinette had seen in her life! Bat wings.

Why were they so special and rare you might ask? To answer that question would take a whole new chapter, but I'll give it to you simply. Back in the day, your wings were the équivalant of some one's skin color. Feathered wings were most important, above others, and held more power. Meanwhile people with the wings of a butterfly or bat per-say, were like a black slave in southern America in the early 1800s. Even after a law was passed in America that soon spread across the globe, the un feathered were treated poorly. So much so they started dying off. Sonde then the race has been struggling to repopulate, but they've managed. Especially since a parent won't feathers had stronger genes than one without, so making children like this were truly exceptional.

But society has moved on and in France, people like this girl were accepted. But still Marinette couldn't help but stare.

"Class, Seattle down. We have a new student named Violet, and I'll let Rose take it from here." Mrs. Bustier nodded. Rose chirped up, standing up on her toes then rocking back to her heals, repeating.

"This is my sister! Violet!" Rose said with utter excitement. Violet stuck out her chin. Marinette was already getting goth like feelings from her, like she was another Juleka.

"Wait, Rose has a twin?" Ivan interrupted, then sunk in his desk in embarrassment for speaking out loud.

"She's not my twin, we're both um..." Rose looked up at her taller sibling. "We're adopted." The class made sounds of understanding as if Rose had spoken the gospel or something. "Violet is only a month older than me, and don't you forget that." She said the last part through gritted teeth towards Violet.

"Violet can you tell us about yourself?" Mrs. Bustier asked. Violet nodded.

"Hey. I'm..." she stopped. Her voice sounded husky and rough, kinda badass. Marinette had a feeling she wouldn't want to mess with her. Maybe Chloe should take note of that. "Hold on."

She started hacking like a cat with a hair all in its throat. Suddenly a Jolly rancher from America popped out of her mouth and landed on the floor.

"Sorry bout that." Her voice was now... normal? Not husky at all, and the opposite of rough. She was a pinkie pie clone like Rose, but more of like a gamer girl or memer. Oh great not another one. You can know so much about a person from their voice.

"Violet where'd you even get that?!" Rose exclaimed.

"Still have it from our trip to Las Vegas." Violet snickered. "Oh um... I uh... I like McDonald's" she nodded proudly. Now every one had weird vibes from her.

"Th-thanks Violet." Mrs Bustier motioned Rose to sit down. "Um, sit with Nathaniel of you would." She pointed at the red haired tomato child in the back looking grungy. Violet shrugged and sat down with him.

Mrs. Bustier then started the class discussion. Marinette was stooped on everything and wanted to die. That's school for you.

"Psst." Alya nudged Marinette. "Psst."

"What?" Marinette answered bitterly.

"Do you think she's Ladybug?" Alya asked.

"What?"

"Violet! She has the same hair and eyes as Ladybug!" Alya exclaimed in a hushed excited whisper.

"No!"

"Why not?" Alya asked.

"Bat wings? Hello? Ladybug has um... hawk wings or something hehehehehe." Marinette played dumb. Alya rose an eyebrow.

"She's magic! Who's to say she didn't get better fighting wings to be a hero?!"

"And how would you know- erm. Why Think that?" Marinette asked and Alya went wide-eyed. Recently Ladybug had given her the fox miraculous and it had changed her chickety wings to the ones of a bald eagle. But Alya didn't know Marinette knew that.

"Uh... just a hunch?"

"Hmm. Pretty bug hunch I guess." Marinette giggled.

Word that Violet might be Ladybug spread like wildfire. In fact, people in her class were pretty much convinced she was. What idiot they were. Idiots I say.

Marinette played dumb and said she believed in their theories. But she knew the truth.

Whatever it was, the Vioet girl had made things pretty hazy. And it seemed as though every one was brain washed in their own rumors.

A/N Violet is a character made by Artemis_WolfQueen_12 so crédit to her. She gave me permission to use her in this story. Vioet is also in my other books like "Game of Gods" and "we're finally equal" so check it out!