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Fashionette: The Fluffiest Akuma
“Foolish insects! Two heroes, twenty heroes, or two thousand heroes, it doesn’t matter in the slightest! I am the pinnacle of Hawk Moth’s work. The first true supervillain that fool has ever produced. I will take each and every miraculous from you!” The very fashionable akuma in front of the assembled heroes boasted.
“…And I’ll put you in some better outfits while I’m at it,” she added impetuously.
“NEVER!” Shell-bee screamed as he and the rest of his team prepared to charge the supervillain who dared to attack their city.
“GET HER!” The Twin Rena Rouges yelled and the whole group rushed forth.
“I can’t believe that some student would do all of this.”
“I know, I heard that he had already planned most of this weeks in advance, but then the person they hired canceled at the last minute so she decided to fight them herself!”
“Isn’t that just so precious! I hear every costume was hand-made by that Dupain-Cheng girl, even the one she’s wearing right now. What persona did she make up again?”
“Fashionette, dear. Her goal is to prove that she is the greatest designer in the world after she lost the contest that bestowed that title to a cheater.”
Alya barely heard the commentary from the various parents gushing about the event. She had to get pictures of all of this. Fourteen children, all dressed in various hero costumes ranging from five ladybugs to a Majestia and an original cyborg/tank for the boy in the chair. Marinette had made each costume for each child special so they all looked good in it.
Alya had been worried when Marinette hadn’t had time to hang out for a few weeks, worried that it was her feud with Lila that caused her to avoid everyone. She had panicked at first when she spotted her girl in an extravagant costume, complete with butterfly-themed opera mask, in the middle of the park boasting her superiority and intentions to steal miraculouses. Until she saw the small army of kids dressed up and ready to ‘fight’ her and their proud parents taking pictures.
She had asked one of them what was happening, and a man with a thick beard explained that he had brought his son, who suffered from anemia due to his condition, to play hero in a charity event run by a children’s hospital for some of their less active patients.
So of course, Alya had to snap photos and caption them with things like:
“This is Fashionette”, “She is very scary”, “Look how evil she is”, “She criticized my outfit—how truly villainous!”
And waved at her friend and ‘chastised’ her evilness when Marinette finally took notice of her.
Fashionette had just finished tying the screaming Majestia to the giggling Carapace with her dastardly yarn when Chat Noir, the real Chat Noir, ran onto the scene.
‘Oh no oh no oh no oh no oh no ohnoohnoohno’ Chat Noir kept repeating in his head as he raced to the park where Alya had just reported the newest akuma.
“My friend Marinette is now an akuma. She is currently fighting Ladybugs in the park.”
‘Not Marinette, not her.”
With a leap, Chat landed from the rooftop to the entrance of the park, where he could see the akuma casually swinging a large staff around in a circle above her head.
His heart sank when he saw her casually swing it at a small child dressed in red who rolled onto the ground to avoid it.
Sprinting as hard as he could, he ran between the akuma and the child.
Wait… children…
Who were all dressed up as heroes. And there were a lot parents around who didn’t seem to mind the akuma.
‘Are those kids laughing?’ He thought while looking at the tied-up children on the ground. They were simply bonded together with red yarn.
“Well well well, look who showed up, Chat Noir. I was wondering when the big boys would show up to stop me,” The now obviously fake, if well costumed, akuma mocked as she twirled her ruler/staff again. She swung it around and gently tapped the back of his knee. Normally he would have avoided it, but his confusion allowed the strike to connect and send him to his knees. Fashionette then pulled out the red yarn that she had bound the earlier children with.
“Hold still chatton. This won’t hurt a bit,” She teased as she began to tie him up.
“Chat Noir, NO!”
“You big meanie!”
“Mommy, I’m thirsty,”
The kids chorused as one half of Paris’s hero duo was captured by the ever-despicable Fashionette. Many colorful limbs flailed in the air in outrage while Rena Rouge A helped Rena Rouge 1 over to where their mother offered them juice boxes.
“So cute,” Alya commented as she continued to snap pictures of a now smiling Chat Noir bound in yarn, the knots much tighter than the ones used on the children, who had escaped to fight with their friends once more.
“I am the captured!” Chat Noir despaired as Fashionette laughed boastfully.
“MU HAHAHAHAHA!”
“You are scarily good at that.”
“Thanks!”
Fashionette then went back to cheerfully bonking at the kids who dared challenge her supremacy.
“Hello,” A small voice greeted Chat Noir as a particularly tiny girl in a Chatton suit sat next to him and began to pet his cat ears.
“Hello to you too,” Chat happily returned. “I like your costume.”
The girl beamed at him. “Thank you! The nice lady made it for me.”
Chat turned his head to look at Fashionette, who was now beginning to lose against the tide of young ones who had grabbed onto her staff.
“No, it’s mine!” She pouted as Shell-bee and a Chat Noir started trying to snap it.
“Don’t you want to join the fight?” He asked as he leaned into the girl’s petting. Which seemed to delight her.
“No, I will keep you safe so you don’t get scared,” The girl declared, being super serious and not just lying because she didn’t like fighting.
Adrien would have hugged her if he wasn't still tied up.
“NOOO! MY STAFF!” Fashionette screamed as the kids succeeded in breaking the easily broken prop and the little butterfly toy she had put in it fluttered out.
“Miraculous Ladybug” many small voices chorused out, many not even dressed as Ladybug.
Marinette proceeded to tear off her mask and ‘come back to her senses’.
She let out a gasp:” My heroes!”
She cheered as the children went insane with glee at their victory. They scattered about to see their parents or just chase each other as best they could while Marinette walked over to the down Chat Noir.
“Need to help chattons?”
“Yeah, these knots are pretty strong.”
“So how long were you working on this?” Chat asked Marinette as he signed another autograph for a tiny patient, the little girl from earlier still holding onto his tail.
Which melted his heart.
“A couple of weeks, more than a month. You know,” She shrugged as poked a mini-ladybug in the cheek, making the child giggle.
“Girl, this is great!” Alya chimed in, “I caught so much of this for the Labyblog and #FashionetteBestAkuma is trending.”
Her eyes darted down to the child holding onto Chat’s tail.
“Aw! Aren’t you a sweetie-pie. It was very brave of you to protect Chat Noir from the nasty but fabulous Fashionette like that.”
The girl puffed up at the praise, still not letting go of Chat’s tail.
‘So Cute!’ rang through everyone’s head.
“Oh! That reminds me, I made macarons for all the kids and parents! Would you like some too Chat Noir?”
“Yes.”
“Mommy mommy mommy! Chat Noir gave me a big plush toy!” The tiny girl who had glued herself to Chat Noir’s tail cried as she walked up with a big Totoro-style black cat plush. Her father tried to take it from her because it was nearly half her size, but she held fast.
“Did you tell him thank you, dear?”
“Mmhm.”
“Bye little chatton!” Chat called after the departing girl. He had a box of macarons just for him under one arm. A gift from Marinette for rolling with the game.
“Bye Chat Noir! I love you!”
“…That was when Chat Noir became so happy that he died.” Alya regaled the class as she showed off the pictures she took of Chat Noir on the ground.
“OMG, Marinette all the costumes you made look so good,” Rose bounced as she looked at her own phone, seeing little Carapace have a pose-off with two Ladybugs.
“I love all of them so much,” Juleka squeed beside her.
“Did you really make everything yourself?” Mylene asked as Marinette played idly with the toy butterfly she used. There were just too many kids for everyone to get their own, so she kept it as a memento.
“Yep, I made everything custom. I have to say, it paid off. Everyone loved their outfits,”
“Everyone is right, girl. Look at how you’re blowing up on social media! That girl is so nice, that girl is so talented, does she do commissions? You’re famous now and everyone loves you!”
“Yep… They all love you so much Marinette,” Lila added reluctantly. She had been planning on claiming that Marinette had attacked her when she first saw the post, but luckily she saw the follow ups and realized that it was all a game for children. There was simply no way to spin this as a failing of Marinette in the slightest.
“Congratulations, Marinette. This could really be how your career takes off,” Ms. Bustier added from the front.
Marinette squeed in delight. Now everyone in Paris had seen her work and it just kept trending.
“Oh, that reminds me Marinette,” Adrien piped up from his seat.” Do you think you can make something for me? I’m thinking of getting into cosplay.”