A/N: Originally, this was going to be Kim's day, because I wanted them to have that Asian Solidarity that is common in real life but isn't brought up at all in the show. But then my brain decided there should be consequences to what she said last chapter.

Besides, Tiny Girl Solidarity is also a thing!

To CeCetheFandomQue: Ivan seems so precious, I wish we could see more of that on the show!

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Day Two: Pre-Origins. Mylène; in which secrets are secrets, even if no one tells you they are secrets.

Forget Me Not

2: Bunny Rabbits

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng!" Mylène tried to growl, but it came out more like a squeak. She had never been very intimidating, and when the designer turned to her, she only smiled in surprise.

"Hey, Mylène, how are you?"

The shorter girl felt her cheeks flush at Marinette's unconcerned tone. She could be intimidating! Just like Ivan taught her! It was all in the attitude!

She crossed her arms and pouted, "You told Ivan about my dream!"

Marinette only blinked, her head tilting curiously to the side, "I thought you had."

"Of course, I didn't! How are you supposed to tell your boyfriend of less than a year that you dream about having babies with him!"

"But," she tapped her chin. "If it's going to happen, it's better he knows now. That way he has more time to come to terms with it. You know how he is."

"Exactly! You know how he is! And he's been freaking out about it since you told him!"

Marinette waved a hand uncaringly, and for a moment, Mylène was jealous of the way she had changed. Once, they had both been fearful, quiet girls. The smallest and easiest targets to pick on, which the others instantly honed in on. At the very beginning, they had stuck to each other like glue. Two tiny girls desperately trying to protect each other against the world.

But then, something had shifted. Because Mylène was tiny and quiet, but Marinette was tiny and quiet and weird. She liked searching for bugs, and pretending she was a knight instead of a princess, and sometimes she started speaking a strange language that they later learned was wenzhounese, but at the time just sounded weird.

And Mylène, much to her shame, had happily left Marinette to be the weird girl so she could be normal. Ignored and friendless for the most part, but undisturbed.

Once, they had both been little bunny rabbits, quiet and fearful and easily spooked.

Now though. . . Mylène was still a bunny rabbit, but Marinette was a dragon. Brilliant, strong, confident, and unafraid. Especially of bunnies.

"I am - I am very disappointed in you!"

"Oh my," Marinette smiled uncertainly. "That's the meanest thing I've ever heard you say."

"I - I mean it! I told you that in confidence. You had no right to tell him that."

The blue eyed girl finally stopped smiling, her shoulders drooping almost instantly. "I'm sorry, I really thought you had told him. I mean, if I knew I was going to have five kids with my beloved boyfriend, I would tell him."

"I don't know, it was just a dream!"

"It was a vision," Marinette said with certainty, her brows furrowing and her lips pulling into a frown. Then a fire sparked in her eyes just as quickly as the sorrow did, "And it was a wonderful vision! Why would you hide it from him?"

Mylène felt herself frown. It was way too early to talk about kids, but, sometimes it was hard not to think about the difficulties they might have some day. "Ivan is. . . scared. . . of kids. I mean, not of kids. But, how he'd be with kids. You know how the others used to run away from him. Sometimes, he's afraid of his kids being like him."

"Oh," Marinette responded barely audibly.

"Yeah, oh. Besides, you don't know it was a vision. She was a fake psychic, after all. Why would akuma powers make her actually clairvoyant?"

"Why could Stormy Weather cause a hurricane?" the designer shrugged. "Does anything about akumas make sense? But, I am sorry. I really did think you had told him."

Mylène sighed, "I know you didn't do it maliciously. I was just upset and. . ." It was easier to blame Marinette than face the fact that kids might break her relationship when she was still at least a decade away from even trying for one.

"I understand," Marinette smiled sadly at her, her shoulders slumped like she had the weight of the world on them.

She remembered what Ivan had told her about Marinette being hit by Oracular's attack. She couldn't remember seeing the designer there, couldn't imagine why Marinette hadn't approached her, but seeing the weary look on her face, the slouch in her posture, the bags under her eyes. . . Mylène understood what Ivan meant.

Marinette seemed haunted. She wondered what the usually cheerful girl had seen, that she was so sure it was the future, and that she didn't seem happy about it at all.

"I'll go talk to him!" Marinette's voice was cheerful and buoyant once again, but now that Mylène knew what to look for, she could tell it was fake. "I think I can help him. Or, at least, lead him to help."

"You can?"

When Marinette grinned, she looked like a dragon. But not a scary one. She looked like a wise and gentle one that taught innocent kids valuable lessons in after school specials.

"Mylène, have you met my dad?"

A/N: This is shorter, but like I said, it was a last second thing. The actual plot will start next chapter.

For no real reason, I've always headcanoned Sabine as having been born in France, and that's why she goes so hard on the Chinese decorations/outfits, but not the cultural norms. (cough*Shoes on inside the house*cough) As the child of immigrants myself, I know they make a point of their kids learning the local language as their first language, even as they teach them their native language. And since according to her backstory, Sabine's family is from Wenzhou, she would speak Wenzhounese, which is called the Devil's Language even amongst speakers of other Chinese dialects. Which might explain the language barrier between Marinette and her great-Uncle, who speaks primarily Mandarin, if her mother taught her Wenzhounese.

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~ Destiny's Sweet Melody