Hello, readers. I have returned! This is for Guest, and I hope you like the direction I took it in. Enjoy!

Gazing at the brooch she was crafting in distaste, Marinette raked her left hand through her hair and huffed in frustration.

"This is so hard! I feel twice as clumsy!"

Her kwami giggled. "It was your idea to do this Marinette. At least you've made it through most of the day without too many mishaps." Tikki hovered over illegible lefthanded scrawls for an unidentifiable subject. "I do hope you can read these notes though. I had less trouble with hieroglyphics!"

"You're right Tikki!" Marinette awkwardly patted the kwami with her left hand. "I did make it through the day. And I'll make it through the rest of the day without using my right hand at all." The designer then went back to painstakingly pasting beads on the brooch.

"Marinette?" the girl hummed in reply. "Why exactly do you want to do this? Why is this so important to you?"

Marinette froze and bent her head.

"Do you remember Pixalator? Jagged Stone's crazy fan who got akumatized because he couldn't take a picture with him?" Tikki nodded. "During that battle, my right hand got zapped and I couldn't use it. I couldn't do anything!"

"But you've gotten in trouble with akuma before. What made that time so different?"

"Because Adrien was trapped by Pixelator! His life was on the line and I couldn't save him because I couldn't use my left hand. Well," she held up the finished brooch, "This is going to change that."

The kwami looked quizzically at the brooch before remarking, "That's a very nice airplane, Marinette."

"It's supposed to be a koala bear!" Marinette collapsed on her couch.

"This is hopeless! I'll never be able to use my left hand like my right! And now I won't be able to save Adrien from the big evil, whatever that comes after him, and then he'll think I'm a lame superhero and we'll never get married and have three kids and a hamster because he'll fall for Chat Noir instead!"

"Now, now, don't be so dramatic, Marinette. I'm sure Ladybug will save Adrien if that ever happens."

"Ladybug…" Marinette mused. "Ladybug! All this time I've been trying to be a left-handed Marinette! But what I need to be is a left-handed Ladybug!" She turned to her kwami.

"Tikki, can you modify the suit, so I can practice being left handed? Can it be tailored to immobilize my right hand?"

"I can do it Marinette, but if I do, you'll have to detransform to release your right hand from the suit. What happens if you need it?"

"I need to practice being left handed so I can save Adrien! Tikki! SPOTS ON!"

Ladybug appeared clad in her normal red with black spots, but with one key difference. Her right hand was secured behind her back in a black gauntlet. Marinette tugged on it experimentally, and finding it secure, unfurled her yoyo and shot out of her room.

Her luck left handed fared better as Ladybug, and Marinette was starting to be confident in her capabilities. Fumbling with the yoyo had been a significant problem, but that had mostly worn off by now. So, when her yoyo beeped, with a message from Chat Noir about an akuma at the Eiffel Tower, Ladybug didn't bother to detransform, but headed straight for the supervillain.

"What's with the hand behind your back milady?" quipped Chat as he dodged fireballs. "Got a ring on that hand you don't want me to see?"

"Very funny Chaton." She deflected a blast with her yoyo. "It's a training exercise, if you must know. But what do they say about curiosity killing cats?"

"That satisfaction always brings them baaAACKK..!

It happened so fast.

A fireball caught Chat Noir right in the chest, and blasted him clean off the very top of the Eiffel Tower. Ladybug stretched her arm out to catch him, to pull him to safety. But the muscles and tendons in her left hand, unaccustomed to strain, fumbled at the crucial moment. Her fingers brushed lightly past his wrist, then violently clamped on his ring, holding on to it for a moment, before Chat slipped out of it and fell, detransforming. Ladybug leaned against the rail of the tower, holding the empty ring, as she watched him fall to his death, her own hands tied.

There was utter silence for a moment. Then…

"ADRIEN!"

Only, I, the great Ariolfo, could manage to make such an unassuming, innocent prompt so dark. Please don't be mad at me!

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