I do not own Miraculous Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir. If I could draw, I wouldn't be writing on Fanfiction. I am American, so a lot of the idioms are what I grew up with. I just hope you guys like my story!

Chapter One

In a world, where a young man and woman helped a seemingly frail old man in his time of need, Ladybug and Chat Noir were born to fight the evil villain known as Hawkmoth. They save the day, and night, by purifying evil known as Akumas, bastardized superheroes created by Hawkmoth. They were chosen to become superheroes to protect Paris, and it's inhabitants. They would go on to defeat Hawkmoth, learning of his true identity, breaking Chat Noir's heart, but he stood his ground, and protected Ladybug. They'd spend the rest of their lives protecting Paris, and helping the new Guardian find his way in the world.

That is not the world we find our heroes in.

The world we find ourselves in, took a different path. Hawkmoth is still the villain he was. Marinette Dupain-Cheng was still a nervous wreck that stood up for her friends. Adrien Agreste was still the sweet boy that just wanted to be accepted. However, Wang Fu made another mistake when handing over the Miraculouses. Instead of a Chat Noir there was Chaton Noir. A Coccinelle instead of a Ladybug. In this world, Wang Fu proved, while old and wise, he was still human.

These are the Tales of Coccinelle and Chaton Noir.


Marinette sighed as she dropped into her swivel chair. It'd been a long day of dealing with Chloé Bourgeois, and it was only lunch. The blue eyed girl was frankly sick and tired of the girl's bratty behavior. She couldn't remember the last time that Chloé was nice to someone. To purposefully ruin her father's hard work on his macarons, it pained Marinette.

The girl stopped spinning, level with her sewing table. She frowned as she spotted a box she had never seen before. It was a pretty black stained wood with red patterns, and shaped as a hexagon. Thinking it a gift from her parents (rather, her mother, as it seemed Chinese), she hesitantly opened it, curiosity getting the best of her.

A golden light blinded her, causing Marinette to drop the box. Her eyes widened as it cleared, revealing a black cat yawning. It was quiet adorable, with two slim whiskers poking from it's cheeks.

"A-A floating cat?" She nearly screamed, as green eyes opened to look at her.

"I'm Plagg, nice to meet you." The girl gaped for a moment before her eyes rolled into the back of her head. "Well, I think that went rather well. Ooh, is that yarn?"


Adrien, meanwhile was gaping down at the being he'd just released from the box. She was smiling up at him kindly, waiting on him to ask her any question he needed answered. He, however, had no idea where to begin. Blinking he shook his head.

"Hi, I'm Adrien." The being smiled brightly. She was sitting upon his palm. "Not to be rude, but what are you?"

"I am a Kwami, and I can give you powers. Your's is the power of Creation and Good Luck. My name is Tikki. It's nice to meet you Adrien." She proceeded to explain why she was needed, why he was needed, to save Paris, and Hawkmoth's victims. Adrien was practically bouncing in his place just as the news came on to explain Stone Heart. He eagerly placed the earrings in his ears, grateful that his mother had insisted his father allow him to get it done years before.

"Tikki, Spots On!"

A nearly completely black supersuit appeared on the boy, it was spotted with red polka dots. He wore a mask to match. The black ring turned red, with five dots upon it. With a glance at the door, he made his way out of his gilded cage.


Marinette could only blink down at the mess that Plagg had made out of her cashmere yarn. Her mind trying to process what had happened that ended with a black cat tangled within the threads. Her hands clenched and unclenched at her sides. With a deep breath, she started untangling him.

"I'm sorry." The cat pouted. "It was just laying there, and it was taunting me-"

"Plagg, right? If you're going to be staying here, there are going to be some ground rules." The kwami nodded quickly. "No destroying my supplies. I don't have a high paying job, so I can't afford to waste anything. This yarn? It's nearly fifty euro per spool." The cat tilted his head. "I only make enough to cover one in two babysitting jobs."

"Okay, okay, I won't try to destroy your stuff on purpose. You're artsy, aren't you?"

"I plan on becoming a Fashion designer, of course I'm artsy." The girl rolled her eyes, scooping the cat up and placing him on her vanity. "Now, what are you, and why are you here?"

"I'm a Kwami-" The tiny god grinned.

Marinette frowned, the unfamiliar, yet familiar, word was rolling in her head. As if taunting her. Saying, she knows what a Kwami is. She knew it was important. Like a fairy tale she'd forgotten-

"Oh my gosh! You're the God of Destruction and Bad Luck?"

"You've heard of me? I am great and powerful-" He froze. "how do you know about me, exactly?"

"I had a book of fairy tales from my mom's village." Marinette scampered to her bookcase, tripping, but managing to stay upright. She pulled an old, tattered, leather bound book from the shelves. "See? Each god is given their own color, and description."

Screams from the T.V. had Marinette stopping as she turned to it.

"Looks like we need to get going. I'll give you the simple version. To destroy things, call out Cataclysm, and touch what needs to be destroyed, be careful, because you only get one shot at this. To suit up, say Claws Out, and to return to being normal, say Claws In. Got it?" The girl hesitantly nodded. "Good, now it's time to find your wayward partner, and solve this mess."

"Cl-Claws Out!"

A flash of light filled the space where Marinette stood. In her place, once the light disappeared, stood a girl with a pair of cat ears, a belt that acted like a tail, a white jean vest, black full body suit like a typical superheroine, a pair of black boots with white lace and fur on the top, and a pair of matching gloves with sharp claws that extended. At her side was a baton, white as her suit.


Marinette squealed as she misjudged her leap, and went tumbling from the rooftops, slamming into a boy in black and red spotted leather. He easily caught her. She stuttered out an apology.

"It's no trouble, Kitty-Cat." The girl narrowed her eyes.

"It's Chaton Noir." Her eyes narrowed as his lips twitched. "Chat sounded too boyish. However you look at it, though, Ladybug always sounds feminine." He pouted.

"I'm going by Coccinelle." A building collapsing had them looking towards the Akuma. "We should probably take care of that, huh?"

"Most likely."


Marinette bit her lip, staring at the ring in her hand. Plagg was giving her a look, pleading her to keep it, to keep him. With a sigh, she placed the ring back on her right hand once again. The cat smiled in relief. The girl shook her head, moving towards her trapdoor.

"What do you want to eat? Keep in mind, it's not going to be expensive, but we have dairy products such as milk, ice cream, yogurt, cottage cheese, and cheese like cheddar, camembert-" Marinette flinched away when the Kwami got in her face.

"You have camembert?"

"Well, yeah. I eat it all the time." The girl smiled, "and brie. Would you like some?"

"Please?" The girl easily grabbed a large slice to split with her Kwami. "This is the first time anyone I've been partnered with likes camembert."

"Well, then you'll like the croissants my dad made just for me." The girl grinned. "Not many people eat it, so he rarely bakes it for the store." The cat's eyes got starry.

"You are officially my favorite Kitten, kitten."


"Cookies? You eat cookies?" Adrien groaned, mentally thinking on how he was supposed to get an item that he wasn't allowed to even think about.

"I mean, fruit juice worked before cookies, but I've found I'm at my strongest with cookies." Tikki admitted bashfully.

"So unfair. Okay, I have some juice for tonight, but I'll sneak cookies somehow back into the room and hide in various places."

"Why would you need to hide it?" The female Kwami asked, floating over to sit on his shoulder.

"My father has me on a diet. I have to be as skinny and healthy as possible to be a model." Adrien sighed. "He won't even allow me to go to school, let alone live my own life." Tikki's eyes saddened.

"I can't promise you constant escape, but I am your friend, Adrien. Normally Plagg is paired with people in your situation, but I'll do what I can to help. Just be patient with me."


Marinette stared at her shoes in shame as Adrien walked away from her after apologizing to her, when she had been in the wrong. With a deep breath, she pushed away her anxieties and grabbed his wrist. He paused, looking back in confusion.

"Thank you, and I'm sorry too. I should have let you explain what happened, but I jumped to conclusions. Chloé's bullied me since we were little, so when it looked like her "best friend in the whole of Paris" had put gum in my seat, I assumed the worst." Plagg was listening closely, glad his kitten was breaking from her shell. Cats, after all, were proud creatures.

"Marinette, you don't have to apologize. It did look like I was sticking the gum-"

"Yes I do have to. I was raised better." The girl smiled. "Since you're letting me borrow the umbrella, let me walk with you to the car, okay?" The blond smiled back kindly.

"Thanks." Marinette waved after him before turning to go home.

"Kitten? I'm proud of you." Plagg stated, poking his head out once the coast was clear. The girl shrugged, looking at her feet. "You have social anxiety, I read that book in your room. I didn't understand some of it, but from what I understand, you can go into a panic just thinking about embarrassing yourself." Marinette nodded, entering the bakery. "I smell camembert."

"Hey mom, did dad make camembert croissants?" The girl asked when she spotted the woman. The lady smiled, motioning towards the kitchen.


"Girl, why are you blushing?" Alya demanded the next day, glancing at the mop of blond hair in front of them. "Oh my gosh, tell me you don't!" She whispered harshly.

"He's actually very sweet, Alya. I was in the wrong. We talked yesterday."

"That doesn't mean you should have a crush-"

"I know that."

"Hey, Nettie, mom wants to know if you're coming over this weekend still?" Nino interrupted, surprising the other two.

"I don't know. Mom and dad have been nuts lately because of the Akumas. It's not safe, they say."

"Whoa, hold up, still?" Alya demanded, confused. "You didn't make any plans yesterday!"

"We don't need plans, it's something we've done since we met." Marinette shrugged, "we go to Nino's place the first weekend, after a month of school started, up to catch up after summer, play games, joke around, eat junk food, and then crash in the living room shortly before his mom gets home."

"That sounds like fun." Adrien admitted, shoulders sagging. Marinette blinked, flushing deeply.

"Wh-why see you don't if you can come?" All three of the others blinked in confusion, before Nino started snickering, instantly knowing what was going on.

"Nettie, Nettie, Nettie, never change dudette!" Marinette blushed brightly.

"Nino!" She turned back to Adrien, taking a deep breath. "Why don't you ask your f-father if you could come for just a little bit, then?" Green eyes brightened, and Adrien smiled.

"I'll do that! Thanks Marinette."

"You'll come too, right Alya? You wouldn't make me be odd woman out, right?" Marinette turned bluebell eyes on her friend, who groaned.

"Sure, girl. Don't know about spending the night, but I'll come for a bit too."


"Father, please? While I'm getting short breaks at school, modeling is stressful. I promise to stick to my diet, and I don't have to spend the night, just spend a few hours at Nino's. You know, the guy that you caused to become akumatized because he wanted me to have a fun birthday?" Adrien lifted a brow at his father. "I have nothing scheduled for today, or tomorrow. My grades are perfect, and I haven't missed a single lesson or shoot that wasn't interrupted because of Akumas." Adrien hesitated to say his next bit. "Father, you expect me to eventually take over your company. How am I to do that, if I can't even talk to people?"

Gabriel Agreste stared coolly at his son, secretly please at his reasoning.

"Very well, but you will stick to your diet, will call me before you settle into bed for the night, and stay inside should an Akuma appear."

"Thank you father, I will!"


Marinette blushed as she adjusted her coat as she sped towards the park. It was a chilly day, so she decided to wear a coat she'd been inspired to design upon becoming Chaton Noir. It was black, with a hood that had cat ears, the sleeves had a hole for her thumb and blue paw prints on the inside that lined up perfectly with her hands, and a blue paw on each string that helped hold the hood close, the hands and hood outlined with soft white faux fur. On the bottom, around the waist, was a small blue color of thread that made up her name in embroidery.

"Marinette?" Alya spotted her first. They were meeting up at the park near Nino's. School had barely let out not two hours ago. "Where did you get that?"

"I, uh, made it?" She replied sheepishly.

"Chaton Noir was your inspiration, right? Can you make me a Coccinelle themed one?" Adrien asked, giving wide hopeful eyes. Marinette blushed before slowly nodding. "Thanks!"

"So, does that mean you're taking commissions?" Alya asked, bouncing as they walked into Nino's home. Marinette tilted her head in question. "I'd love one that is like they had a baby together!" Marinette winced.

"Um, how about I create a whole line of designs based off of animals, and you can choose the one you like." The redhead paused before agreeing. "Wait, what did I just agree to?" The girl paled. "Please tell me I didn't just say I'm making a collection?"

"Girl, calm down! Just think for a minute, you'll have a collection before you even finish collège!" Marinette blushed, and Alya bumped shoulders with Adrien. "That's even better than your father!"

"Marinette is amazing." The boy and girl flushed. "I mean, that you have an amazing talent. Not that you're not an amazing person, because you are-"

"Adrien, calm down." Marinette giggled, "now, are you guys spending the night?"

"Hell yes!" Alya squealed. "Mom wasn't easy to convince, but it worked!"

"My father wasn't that pleased at first either." Adrien grinned, "but I convinced him, as well. So, what now?"

"Now?" Marinette grinned, "right now we change into our pajamas. Then, Nino and I interrogate the two of you, seeing as we know nothing about you. Well, expect you like superheroes, and doing the right thing, and that you're a sweet boy despite being famous." The girl teased, pinching their cheeks.

"Hey Nettie, look what mom got us!"

Marinette's eyes lit up at the sight of Reese's Pieces, and a bag of popcorn.

"Your mom went to America?" She squealed, practically flying over to the items. Her friends shared confused looks. "Either of you allergic to peanuts?" Both shook there heads. Marinette grinned, grabbing a giant bowl, and adding popcorn and the candy to it. "This has been a favorite of Nino and me since we went to visit his cousins in New York." She explained, offering the bowl. "We went to the movies, and they insisted we try this, Rolos, which are caramel covered in chocolate, and M&M in popcorn. I fell in love with peanut butter and popcorn." Alya chuckled, stealing a handful.

"Not bad." Adrien hesitated.

"Dude, no one will squeal on you about breaking your diet for a day." Nino sighed, instantly knowing what his friend was thinking. "You're a kid, an active one. A little sugar and carbs won't hurt you if sparingly ate. Dude, I eat nothing but sugar, and hate to exercise, and I don't have any fat." Marinette giggle.

"I can confirm this!" Marinette elbowed him, "what, with designing his jackets for winter every year, you'd be amazed how skinny he is!"

"I have a good metabolism." Nino shrugged, "but you're one to talk, Nettie!" The tanned boy lifted a brow. "I've seen you in that bikini your mother bought you. I've also seen how much you taste test in your parents' bakery. Not to mention the croissants you're always eating." The girl blushed brightly.

"Nino! You promised to never mention that again!"

"Bikini?" Alya and Adrian turned to each other, confusion clear.

"Bikini." Nino nodded, grinning. "Her old swimsuit got damaged, and too small to fix, so her mother said the only way that Marinette was allowed to make her own, was if she made it a bikini. Sabine, Tom, and I always try to convince Nettie that she's pretty, and that she's perfect, but she just thinks that she's average. I remember how embarrassed she was because every head at the pool turned to watch her. So many guys asked her out, that she nearly fainted."

"I happen to remember that I also fell in the pool, hit my head, and had to have CPR done to me." Marinette scowled.

"By, and I quote your mother, "a really hot lifeguard that asked for your number!" Nino chuckled. The girl spluttered.

"He was eighteen!" She snapped, crossing her arms. "I felt violated, and he gave off the feeling of yellow fever."

"What's yellow fever?" Adrian asked, frowning. Alya snickered, Nino blanched, and Marinette blushed.

"It's the attraction to people of Asian decent." Alya explained, smirking at her best friend. "Though, I don't blame him, because Marinette is cute, don't you agree?"

"Of course she's cute-" Adrian paused, blushed. "-er, well..."

"Okay! So, let's cover family so it's out of the way!" Nino interrupted. "I'm a single child, of a single parent, but I have like zillions of cousins all over the place in America, and Europe." Marinette rolled her eyes.

"My father and grandmother are the last Dupains of age, my mother has many family, but most live in China, where she's from. She met my father when he and my grandmother were traveling in Hong Kong." Marinette frowned, "my mother actually hated him at first. Seeing as he was a "trust-fund baby with no sense of right and wrong," at least, that's what she thought at first, seeing how he was buying things left and right. He proved her wrong, upon showing her that he planned on opening a bakery. He spent three years learning under my great aunt to perfect his baking."

"My dad is a zoologist, and my mom cooks at Chloé's family hotel." Alya grimaced. "I have two little sisters, Etta and Ella who are twins, and an older sister named Nora who goes by Anansi. She's big into the boxing scene." Alya shrugged, "nothing else much to it. My parents were only children, and my grandparents were gone before Nora was born." They turned to Adrien, who winced.

"Er, it's just my father and I." Marinette's eyes widened as she recalled that Emilie Agreste, her favorite model, went missing four years prior.

"Oh, oh! Adrien, I'm sorry that we brought this up! Nino, did you set up the game system last night?" The girl turned begging eyes onto her friend, who stiffened before nodding.

"Yeah, of course I did, Nettie."


Marinette sighed as Nino passed out beside her, head leaning on her shoulder. Gently as possible, she shifted him until he was laying on the couch. Alya had fallen asleep sitting on the ottoman, somehow curling up like a cat. Adrien was the only one still awake with her. Mrs. Lahiffe didn't get home for another two hours, and she was bored.

"Want some hot chocolate?" The blond boy looked up so fast, Marinette flinched. He was sitting by the window, having been looking out at the peaceful and quiet night.

"Thanks Marinette." They went to the kitchen, where Marinette quickly whipped some up, before leading the way to the balcony. "You and Nino are pretty close, huh?" The girl blinked, considering the question.

"Nino is the closest I'll ever have to having a brother. My mother had cervix cancer not long after I was born. It made it impossible for her to have children ever again." Marinette sipped at her hot beverage. "That's why, when I'm ready to have kids, I want four. They could be all boys, all girls, or any mix of the two. Of course, I'll wait until I'm way older before having them, I am only thirteen, after all."

"I always wanted siblings too. I might borrow your future plans." Adrien teased in a confidant voice. A voice that reminded her of Coccinelle. The girl shook her head.

"I don't mind." She sat her mug down upon finishing it. She moved to the railing, crossing her arms upon it. She felt Plagg move closer to her inside the hidden Pocket of her jacket as she stared out at the city. "And Adrien, I'm sure eventually, they will find out what happened to your mother." The boy inhaled sharply, and Marinette glanced at him. "She was my favorite model. I used to want to be just like her. Modeling, and creating the best clothes."

"Used to?" Marinette looked away from curious green eyes. "Why used to? I know many photographers who would love to have you modeling."

"Adrien, I can't." The girl shook her head. "It isn't even about my anxiety, either." She closed her eyes, fighting tears. "Well, I don't know about you, but I'm ready for bed! Night." She left him there, going inside.

Missing the worried look sent her way.