Author's note: First of all, my main language is not english. I'm making my biggest effort to write it as best as I can but I will be really grateful if you could point me out mistakes that I might do from now on.
Please enjoy my first long fanfic!
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A new superhero was running from rooftop to rooftop on a nice afternoon on Paris. Her body was covered by an orange and white tight suit with black long gloves and boots. A long and tick fabric resembling a Fox tail swinging behind the jumping figure. Brunette hair with white tips brought up on a ponytail for practical use behind two long animal ears. And an orange and white mask with two black dots resembling tiny fox brows that featured a pair of the most stunning hazel eyes Paris has ever seen.
Rena Rouge was the purest image of feminity and sassiness. Her curvilinear body and fox themed suit made a sexy combination that created an uproar on the superheroes fanbase and was quickly accepted by the community. Her bright character only made it better.
She became a miraculous holder not too long ago. Hawkmoth had discovered a new way to create more powerful versions of people who had already been akumatized. 'Reakumatization'. Ladybug and Chat Noir fought an entire day during the first encounter with an enhanced akuma and Rena Rouge fortunately showed up for the second time they had to fight one of them. She was unexperienced but had a couple of days of practice before making her debut in front of the suffering pair fighting the powerful akuma. Their relief was visible that day and after successfully purifying the butterfly, they introduced Rena Rouge to the media as their new partner, which was really needed at the moment and they were grateful for her existence.
After that, Rena has been doing patrol with them until they seemed to be a little uncomfortable with her because of her… reporter tendencies and very frequent teasing for the duo. Ladybug decided to split patrol on pairs, never being the three together again except from Saturdays, special occasions and akuma attacks.
The wind felt incredible on her face every time she jumped over Paris but she didn't care about that right now. Her eyes only on her objective.
A flying akuma getting away by the second. A reakumatized version of Mr. Pigeon. On his enormous bird like feets was a delicate feminine figure in black and pink clothing, dark pigtails bouncing along her struggling to get free. Alya's best friend. Marinette.
Rena Rouge was scared. It was the first time a close one was directly attacked by an akuma under her watch and she was determined to get her back. It was her duty and her desire. She couldn't see the young designer face but she bet it was filled with terror. Rena Rouge would do anything to protect her tiny, sweet, caring and shy best friend. Or she wasn't Alya.
Marinette was sudenly released from the akuma hold, falling fast toward the Parisian streets bellow.
"NO!" Rena Rouge yelled, feeling a lightning cold shudder cross her back and jumped to catch her best friend in midair. She was shocked when a black blur crossed her path faster than her and caught the falling girl bridal style. Her teammate, Chat Noir, landed effortlessly on a rooftop carrying Marinette. She didn't even notice him before. Rena landed not too far from him and sprinted filled with worry towards his direction. Running desperately to see the bluenette, Rena stopped dead on her tracks in front of him by what she was seeing.
The vulpine heroine was expecting her beloved best friend to be scared and wanted to reassure her that she was safe and protected with them, with her. She wanted to hold her and make sure nothing happened to her. She wanted to wipe her tears and take her away from harm's way. She definitely didn't expect that smug smile on those pink lips, her relaxed stance while on the hero's arms and that flirty poking finger on Chat's bell. All while Chat Noir was inches away from her face wiggling his eyebrows with a large cheshire grin.
Not fear at all, not like she was falling to her death seconds ago. Just plain playfulness and flirt, like an everyday thing that happens just after lunch. Casual.
Rena Rouge's body freeze on the spot and her mind refused to make sense of the scene in front of her. She felt like time stopped and her brain worked hard and faster than ever before.
Ok, let's start with the facts.
She was walking with Marinette back to school after lunch when she was captured by Mr. Pigeon. Alya transformed into Rena Rouge and started the persecution to rescue her friend. Check.
Marinette was dropped and Chat Noir caught her. Check.
This is Chat Noir in front of her. Check.
Flirting with her friend. Check. 'Ok, she told me he shamelessly flirted with her, but I never saw it.' It was actually quite the shock to see it by herself.
But now… Is this really Marinette on his arms? She looks like it, granted. 'But is she flirting? With Chat Noir? Marinette does that?'
"Oh, you know that's a hobby of mine, Kitty" The bluenette said, which sounded like an answer to an unheard comment. Her eyelashes fluttering rather sexily under the blonde gaze.
It's Marinette. For real. And yes. She is flirting with Chat Noir. Check.
"I knew you liked this cat, Princess!" Chat Noir teased, getting a little closer.
'Holy shit! I think I'm interrupting.'
"Keep telling yourself that!" She scoffed and crossed her arms. Finally meeting Rena Rouge dumbfounded expression in front of them after rolling her eyes.
"What's going on?" was all Rena was capable to say, she asked softly and warily trying to understand when did her shy and stuttering best friend came to be so flirty with Paris favorite and only Cat hero. 'And why is he so close to her!?' She had certainly NEVER had seen her acting like that with anyone. Not even with Adrien.
"Rena! I think you deserve an introduction!" Chat Noir put Marinette down, rested his left arm around her shoulders and presented her fully and proudly with his other hand "This is Marinette, my beautiful, smart and talented Princess!" said princess rolled her eyes again, like it was a common occurrence from the cat.
"Princess?" Rena raised an eyebrow.
"Yes, my Princess!"
"Your Princess." Rena felt a smile spreading widely on her face. 'Ooooh What's going on, girl!?'
"You don't have to take him seriously, Rena Rouge. He is just a flirty alley cat." Marinette looked apologetic to the new heroine with a slight smirk on her lips.
"Meowch! You wound me, Princess!" Chat grasped his heart dramatically "I might be an alley cat but I don't flirt with every meawtiful girl I encounter."
"He certainly doesn't flirt like that with me, girl." Rena put a hand on her hip. Her tail wiggling slowly but playfully from side to side.
"Well! You two got an akuma flying over there and I shouldn't be distracting you both! Will you be so kind as to take me down to the street, Rena Rouge?" Marinette was clearly dismissing the topic and was only able to take one step forward to the vulpine heroine before Chat Noir wrapped the young designer with his arms "Woah woah woah! Not so fast! I'm not done with you. I'll take you home."
"WHAT!?" Both girls yelled.
"BRB, Rena. Marinette tends to get in the middle of the cat fight, just like the Ladyblog reporter." He lifted the petite girl and pressed her against his chest.
"But the akuma-" The heroine was cut mid-sentence.
"It's Mr. Pigeon! I'm not getting near him until Ladybug arrives."
"Feather allergi-AAAAH!" Marinette couldn't finish.
"Wai-" nor did Rena Rouge before Chat Noir jumped out of earshot, leaving her alone while looking at Marinette wrapping her arms around the shoulders of the clad leather boy and leaving the scene. "Girl, you are not getting off the hook! But first… The akuma."
A soft shriek left Marinette's lips as she came face to face with her seemingly angry best friend just outside of the bakery doors.
"Girl. I need. Deets." Alya snarled. Her arm crossed in front of her chest and tapping her feet furiously on the floor.
"I-I don't know what about." The bluenette stammered with her body completely tense. She already looked scared of the reporter.
"Since when are you in close quarters with Chat Noir, Princess?" she glared intently. Making sure to say the last word as slow and cheesy as she could.
Marinette gave out a strangled sound. "You heard that." She tensed her shoulders even more.
"Yes. I did. So, since when are you his beautiful, smart and talented Princess?"
Marinette covered her face with her hands "Stupid, stupid, stupid cat! He doesn't know what he is talking about."
"And since when do you flirt with him?" Exasperation flowing on her tone.
"I wasn't flirting!" She clenched her fists at her sides while blushing "Did you heard all that conversation after I got saved?"
"I was close by waiting for ladybug to show up, I didn't get to catch it on tape but I sure heard everything." She put her fists on her hips. "Spill the beans!"
Marinette flinched and looked to the side, a grimace on her lips.
"Girl! Why didn't you tell me!? This is BIG!" She threw her arms up in the air to make her point. All she got was her best friends gluing her eyes to her shoes own and fingers fidgeting on the strap of her purse. Totally nervous and unsure. An ashamed glint on her down casted eyes.
Alya was a powerful force to be reckoned. She very much knew that by herself and being part of the superhero team brought to her knowledge that said superheroes were actually kind of afraid of the passionate blogger. Which brought an odd proud to her reporter spirit. That's why at this point she decided to soften up in front of her shy friend and held her hands reassuringly.
"Hey girl, don't panic. I won't type a word about it on the Ladyblog. I would never update something my best friend don't feel comfortable about." She gave her a warm smile "I just want to know what's going on with my bff life."
She was rewarded with bluebell eyes focusing back to hers with a returning smile.
"And of course, love life." Alya's lips switched to a smug smile.
"Oh, please!" Marinette huffed and rolled her eyes. "I SWEAR it's not like it looks like. He is just a BIG flirt." She visibly relaxed at that.
"That's what I thought too when you told me about the Evillustrator but let's be honest. It's been 2 years, girl! 2 years and the only one I have effectively saw him directly flirt with had been Ladybug and now… you." She pointed out. One thing was winking to the fans or the cameras and the other was invading personal space and focusing his flirt power on just one person.
Marinette kept silent for a while. Clearly not knowing what to say. She rubbed her arm nervously and averted her eyes. Soft sounds leaving her lips occasionally as she reacted to any thoughts that was crossing her mind.
Alya knew this was troubling her friend and looked like she probably didn't consider that she might hold a special spot on Chat Noir heart. "What's the deal?" She asked softly.
"You… really think he is being serious? I mean… He also flirt with Ladybug…" she trailed off.
"Well… I don't know, girl. But something is for sure here." The reported smirked and crossed her arms in front of her.
"W-what?"
"He definitely got a type."
She snorted. "Petite girls with dark hair?"
"Beautiful, smart and talented petite girls with dark hair." The Ladyblogger nodded.
Marinette giggled but it sounded a little nervous. "I don't know Alya, I really don't want to think about that. He is my friend."
Alya pouted and arched an eyebrow. "A friend you flirt with. Yeah."
"That's just our game, ok? Nothing serious! He flirts with me ridiculously since the very start and I couldn't keep playing all naïve and polite around him forever since I constantly seem to cross paths with him!" 'Oh God, go girl! Here is the rambling!' "I mean! At first it was easy to keep it simple since we always meet during akuma attacks but when he wasn't in a hurry he flexed and those nerdy puns and the Princess thing with whatever the knight thing was! And he kept going and it was starting to become awkward so I had to do something or die of embarrassment on the spot! I am supposed to just stand there while he is shamelessly flirting with me on my balcony?" 'SAY WHAT!?' "Hell no! That's MY territory and I fight BACK! And that's just a thing! He's always searching for a chance to tease me and it's… I don't know! Fun! But that's it! It's been going on like this like forever anyway."
Alya was SO glad she had a friend like Marinette. Nothing was kept secret once she started rambling and the reporter smile was as wide as the amount of info she just received. She stared at her friend outburst with amazement, ingesting every little word along with her exasperated hands gesturing wildly on the air. "So, Chat pays visits to your balcony." Marinette's eyes grew impossibly wide and her face seemed to lose color "And it's been going on for a while if I consider what you said now and how comfortable you two looked earlier."
"Ugh, why do I mess up all the time?"
Alya laughed and dismissed her with her hand "Girl, relax, you can be real with me, you know?"
"No updating to the blog?" Her face looked hopeful.
"Never, you are my bff, girl. For you I'll do anything." Alya put her hands on Marinette's shoulders and smiled warmly. "Tell me one last deet."
"Ok, last one."
"Chat Noir or Adrien?" She was a devil and she knew it. The smirk was back on the reporter lips.
"Alya! You know the answer! It will always be Adrien! Chat is just a friend!" Bluebell eyes glared intently into hazel, trying with all her might to keep that absolutely clear.
"Last time I checked, you took down the posters, it was just a possibility that the 'I don't want to keep him on a pedestal' reason was a lie." She shrugged explaining herself.
"Well, fair guess. The truth is that I took them down because Chat was dropping by unannounced and I didn't want him to know about my crush. Only you, Nino, my parents and the girls know and I intend to keep it like that." She admitted.
"No problem, girl. I believe in you"
And with that, they both walked back to the remaining of their classes. Talking lively about the akuma attack deliberately avoiding Chat Noir's subject.
Rena Rouge saw Chat Noir's figure sitting cross legged on a chimney at their meeting spot. She let out a high pitched short howl to let him know she arrived while jumping to his direction. He turned around and smiled at her.
"Hey!" He jumped down from the chimney as she landed beside him. "Ready for a meowspectacular pawtrol night?"
"Sure, dude. But are you ok? I didn't know you were allergic to freaking feathers!"
"It still sting but I didn't want to bother Ladybug by replacing me tonight." He pressed his nose for a second to keep it on check.
"It was super cute of her to offer, I love doing patrol with her but you know I have nothing against it being you tonight, dude." She shrugged with a smirk and gained a playful glare from her partner. "Anyway, I wanted to ask you something since we didn't have time to talk earlier before LB showed to the fight."
He narrowed his eyes cautiously "I'm getting to know that tone, Rena, what do you want to know?" 'No puns? Geez! I guess he can get serious too.' He jumped to the rooftop in front of them. Rena Rouge followed close behind.
"Oh chill, dude! I just wanna know about that pretty girl from earlier." she shrugged.
"Marinette?" He arched an eyebrow turning to see her.
"Yeah, her. Your Princess." She smiled at him while shaking her hips and gained a laugh from the Cat hero.
"You will get to know her, she's pawsome!" He said proudly.
"I bet! She sounded like it! But how did you two meet?" Rena already knew that but had to start slow. She approached a secluded alley to check if it was clear, which it was.
"It was some time after I became a miraculous holder. There was an akuma she helped me fight while Ladybug wasn't there. The girl got some claws." 'Why does he sound so proud talking about Marinette? Like she's really his little Princess?'
"Man, she's great! A civilian facing an akuma? Even I am still scared about all this!" That was sort of a lie.
"Nah, you are not." And he knew that. "But she hardly ever get scared." He launched himself through a couple of building away. Rena would circle the building to cover more streets before meeting Chat again but she had too much to understand yet. She followed not too far behind.
"Oh man, I noticed." she stepped on the corner of the building before Chat Noir to quickly check it down and turned to face him, a smirk stretching on her lips on anticipation while leaning forward. "I expected the girl to be scared after a frikin' giant pidgeon drop her, not to be sassing the hell out of you."
He rewarded her initiative with a huge Chat Noir smile. 'Ok, he's relaxed enough, lets drop the bomb'
"And surely not you to be flirting with her." Her smile was devilish. "I thought you were a one woman only kind of dude." She shrugged.
His smile faltered "I AM!" His face scrunched up and sneezed.
Rena giggled and teased "Which one?"
He slumped his shoulders in disbelief while rubbing the bridge of his nose. "I have eyes only for My Lady, I don't know how you can doubt me."
"Don't mind me, I just felt a little like a third wheel back there." She lifted her hands in defeat.
He resumed his steps toward the next building. "Don't worry, teasing each other is our game. She's just a friend." He shrugged and averted his eyes to the side.
Rena Rouge looked at his back with her mouth dropping open for a few seconds before she could regain her composure. 'How much time have you two been spending together!? That just sounded like what Mari said!' She followed Chat Noir's lead and went back to patrol.
They talked a little every now and then about streets and buildings tips and spots and ended their patrol uneventful not too long after it got dark.
Upon arriving at her room and detransforming, Alya collapsed on her bed as her mind ran full of questions and insecurities about what was going on with her best friend seemingly 'love triangle with two blonde hotties. The heck, girl?'. She was determined to do something, she wasn't sure what exactly but this whole thing was way too interesting for her and smelled like danger in some way. She had to be careful. And she needed to gather some extra info before choosing a course of action. Her kwami, Trixx, rested curled beside her neck, leaving the reporter's mind to run wild before going to sleep.
"I only get one thing… 'Just a friend' my balls. This is bullshit."