ONE: Chat Noir felt as if his body were being ripped to shreds, as the stinging wind rushed past his ears as he hurtled through the portal, his lady by his side. His lungs both simultaneously felt like they were filled with water and alit with flames—if that were even possible.

And, in a moment, it all stopped. He felt his face crash against concrete, and he was absolutely certain that the impact would leave a mark upon his skin—but never mind that—he looked to his side, and his lady lay there, uninjured but groggy from the experience, whatever that experience may have been. Chat looked around, instantaneously recognising the very building that he stood. The buildings walls had been cleansed of age, but still it was the same: his school.

Ladybug seemed to have recognised it to some extent, too. However, she couldn't seem to be able to think on it as her eyelids began to close with her exhaustion—Chat recognised what this tiredness most likely was, and he didn't like it one bit.

A pedestrian walking by commented on the strangeness of their outfits, which is the first sign that something was definitely wrong. It would be expected that everyone in the city knew whom Ladybug and Chat Noir were, not personally, but knew of their heroics. They had saved the city often enough to make the news almost every three days: so why didn't this random man say more than just a rude acknowledgement of their spandex?

Chat didn't wish for another confrontation, and leaned over his lady that was on the verge if falling asleep. He lowered himself seeral inches from her face, before saying, "You best wake up, My Lady."

She barely stirs, and so the cat-themed superhero has a slightly different approach. "If you don't get up right now, I'll have to kiss you awake."

In a move that slightly offended Chat, Ladybug awoke with such a start that the pair were almost centimetres off of colliding skulls, if it weren't for Chat's quick reflexes in moving away.

"What was that?" Ladybug asked, her hand placed against her forehead, still throbbing from impact. "I don't know," Chat shakes his head as he crouches beside his partner. He forces her to look at him. "What's your name?"

Ladybug raises an inquisitive eyebrow at him, to which he widens his eyes and moves back slightly. "I didn't mean... like, reveal your identity. I... just... checking you don't have a concussion."

Ladybug lowers her stare and replies with a curt "I'm fine" before she rises to her feet. She walks down the stairs and gestures for Chat Noir to follow, to which he obliges.

It is Chat who speaks first. "You know, earlier there was this guy who walked past and didn't recognise us-"
"—probably a tourist," Ladybug cuts over him, for it is not likely that other cities outside of France know of the existence of Paris' guardian superheroes. Chat nods in agreement, though still not entirely convinced in the way that his partner seems to be.

"Yeah, but..." he's cut off by a stranger walking past, with baggy denim pants and a jean-jacket. "I see double-denim is back in fashion. Awful." Chat Noir thinks of himself in his civilian form, Adrien Agreste, the teen model sensation that would most definitely have to wear whatever was fashionable these days: the good, the bad and the ugly.

"You know fashion, Chaton?" Ladybug doesn't bother to hide her surprise, "I'm impressed."

The pair continue walking along the streets, following the road. "It's my model-worthy body. Have to dress it up nice in order to impress the ladies."
"I know one lady that isn't impressed." She gestures to herself as they pass a familiar large building, however, with a lack of many of the security protocols it usually had, for example it's large fence surrounding the entire lot.

"Hang on a moment," Chat stops Ladybug by snapping his arm out in front of her. She scowls at the gesture at first, before she sees the difference.

"Agreste mansion," she breathes, "I remember the security being a little more... uptight."

Chat knew better than anyone about the extreme lengths Gabriel Agreste had to keep people out of his house. It was the same extreme lengths that made it so difficult for him, as Adrien, to leave unattended while in his civilian form.

In that exact moment, the front doors open. Chat quickly grabs Ladybug by the waist and pulls her behind a tree with him, not caring that the spotted heroine was utterly perplexed by this. From the doorway came two people. The first, a willowy girl, on the verge of womanhood, with flowing ash-blonde hair and a thin face. Even from here, Chat could see the vivid green in her eyes that so much resembled the colour he saw in his own irises whenever he looked in the mirror—or in a magazine. Closely behind her was a boy in his late teens. He appeared rough around the edges, stiffened by responsibility. He was also a blond, though closer to a peroxide. His angular face was harsh to look at, though somehow, the girl being so close to him softened this intensity; they were so clearly a couple, or a couple near-about. Chat would recognise the two anywhere—for the smiling couple before him was a youthful version of his parents, Gabriel and Emilie Agreste.l

author's note: so. this chapter has a lot of room for improvement and i may rewrite it at a later date, however, this was a random idea i came up with and so i decided to very hurriedly write it on my shitty first generation ipod touch (yes, they still exist lmao) which is why the formatting is terrible—once again, will be fixed at at a later date.

ANYWAYYYY just putting this idea out there and if this first chapter gets at least five positive reviews i may write chapter two

—neverlanding rapunzel