It was a cold and drizzly Saturday, Adrien wanted nothing more than to have a bro day with Nino but apparently without warning him, his father had planned an impromptu photo shoot. As exhausting ant horrible as it was Nino agreed to go with Adrien and the two were then painfully found outside in the park Adrien modeling umbrellas' in the bitter cold wishing nothing more than to be home and drinking hot cocoa as he played video games and watched anime with Nino. He knew Nino probably desired the same but his distress of Adrien and having had found him nearly crying on his bed lead to him following the blond just in case.

it was a normal day to be honest Adrien was just trying to get his frankly stupid and tiring photo shoot done... but at least his photographer was amusing.

"The spaghetti think of the spaghetti," he said jumping around to get the right shoot of Adrien under an umbrella," the spaghetti is good!" He jumped around more," good GOOD! Now there's just one spaghetti, a spaghetto!" He enthusiastically praised.

Adrien tried to hide his amusement but before he could try much harder he was bursting out laughing.

Nino who was safely placed under the photographers tent meant to protect the staff and equipment also started laughing like crazy.

The photographer tried momentarily to get then to stop before he just turned tiredly to his assistant.

"Were is that other model boy I requested?" He curtly asked her.

"I don't know sir he never showed up," she supplied, " I called his agent but he just said the boy disappeared," she gestured hopelessly with her hand.

The photographer sighed putting his gloved hand on his forehead," what a shame," he looked around as if attempting to procure the boy from thin air. Then his brown eyed gaze slowly fell on Nino and with a slight gasp of air he looked him over.

"You," the photographer pointed causing Nino to jump nervously," reclusive friend of the Agreste boy, how tall are you?"

"Uuuuh what dude?" Nino asked confused.

The photographer however wasn't paying attention, he was peering at the boy under a scrupulous gaze. He grabbed the tan boy's shoulders and dragged him under the umbrella with Adrien.

"Hmmmm," he pondered examining their heights, he yanked Nino's hat off of him," perfecto!" He shouted, " reclusive boy do you wish to be a stand in for the other model boy?"

"Uh? Maybe?" Nino shrugged unsure.

"Perfect," the tall man put a hand on Nino's shoulder and gestured to the crew," get him ready for the shoot!" He gleefully exclaimed.

Nino had enough time to say," wait what?" Before he was overtaken by a group of a dozen or so make-up artists.

Under the canopy of the small wall-less tent there were clouds of make up puffing up from the general location that Adrien had to guess his freind was.

"What is that!" He heard shouted from the cluster of artists, there was a series of noises as Adrien guessed that poor Nino was having his hair done, because that much sloshing could only be gel. "Ah that tickles!" Nino cried out his hand extended from the crowd," Adrien heeeelp," his voice trailed off.

Finally five minutes later the dust cleared the assistants stepped away and Nino was standing alone, squinting as he tried to see, the crew had stolen his glasses. he was also in a different outfit. in the time that the mob had attacked him they had changed his shirt to a regular green tee of expensive material and gave him a slick black rain jacket that contrasted nicely with the shirt's color. there was piping on the long cuffed sleeves and the collar of a dark charcol gray color just off of the base black

"Come here," the photographer exclaimed happily, " now we can get your close up!"

Hands extended in front of him Nino stumbled forward," I can't see shi-"

"That's okay Nino," Adrien cut his friend off crossing the distance in a few strides and wrapping and arm around Nino's neck," this'll be over soon, just you know relax and then we can be done," Adrien smiled softly.

Nino sighed," I'll try."

Meanwhile down the street on the top floor of a bakery a young designer with blue hair was pacing around her pink room.

"What the heck was I thinking?" Marinette chewed on her nails," I can't even choose which boy I like how could I let this happen?"

"Girl calm down," Alya tried," things had to come to a head eventually, it's not ideal but maybe something good will come out of this?"

"Yeah Marinette, " Tikki added enthusiastically seeing the opening Alya had left, " you two can get space because of the eclipse and then the second you two can talk you'll have had a chance to gather your words."

For a moment Marinette seemed to take their words to heart, and in this moment it was even more clear how unstable the girl was. Before her face fell Alya could see more clearly how her best friends messy hair was framing her face it was frizzy unbrushed and out of its pigtails strands of it we're sticking up in the back and making it look like Marinette had used a cat as a hairbrush.

Her eyes had sleepless bags under them and her face was streaked with tears and her bottom lip was swollen from how much she'd bitten it. In the crazed moment of hope that kindled in her blue eyes Marinette looked like someone who was lost in every way possible.

"Let's go for a walk," Alya suggested," a nice walk in the rain might help you think, then we can think of a solve for all of this."

"Yes, that's a perfect idea," Tikki exclaimed seizing the idea with gusto," you should go get dressed and then we go for a walk!"

Marinette seemed to ponder their suggestion for a brief moment, before almost emotionlessly she nodded and moved to her bathroom to get ready.

Tikki and Alya shared a concerned glance and started to hope for the best.

Back at the park was a boy with brunette hair and a handsome face. His name was Jason, he had a downtrodden expression as he trudged sadly to the photo shoot he was late to.

However, to his shock and anger there was already a replacement for him, standing under an umbrella with Adrien was a boy with what he thought were plain but still attractive features, in the brunettes opinion he wasn't as good looking as Adrien but the way his laughter graced his features made the boy absolutely angry.

He knew that he himself wasn't as good looking as Adrien but when he saw that they grabbed what looked like an undiscovered talent that had a more open smile then him made him livid.

He saw that the mystery model and Adrien were laughing and looked comfortable together like they weren't uncomfortable with the lens snapping their faces, freezing their joy forever.

Jason clenched his fists tightly, he worked hard to make it in the business, a business he hardly wanted to be a part of and the boy that they looked to have plucked from a whim was going to yet the deal that he needed.

He heard Adrien say something indistinctly as his message tumbled in the damp wind only one remained. The one word that he caught was Nino. Jason suddenly remembered who the tan boy was, a Dj that ended up on tv he was best freinds with the Agreste boy so he got catered to. Jason felt blood rush to his head he'd been lied to.

Across town in an attic to a tall building a window spiralled open.

"Cheated out of a modeling gig and being treated like lesser than a mere Dj, how touching to see the anguish," as Hawkmoth began to monologue unbeknownst to him down the winding stairs to his mansion in a locked safe a blue fan decorated like peacock feathers glowed faintly in its dark prison.

No words were said but there seemed to be an implied message in the faint glow, the glow seemed to speak in the air an unintelligible message.

Then as Hawkmoth released his butterfly in the rain a few rays of sun light caught the creature, the moon which was still suspended in the air briefly glowed sinisterly.

With a voice like a knife scraping on gravel the glowing fan spoke," it's nearly time, another day, and all the pawns will be in place," glowing faintly on its segments faint green washed images washed onto its surface.

"The luck catcher, " there was a faint image of Marinette talking disconnectedly to Tikki," the destruction releaser," the second segment glowed with a split screen of Adrien laughing and Plagg sleeping in his bag. "The uncontrollable instrument, " Alya flickered on the third section before it changed over to a pendant of a curled fox tail in a box, it seemed to glow on the fan.

There was a pause as the pendant was collected by master Wu," of course the scared turtle," the image flickered and was mirrored into another section, " then again the old man won't always be around," the image flickered red and was replaced by Nino who was laughing."

There was only three sections of the spread fan with no flickering images, the pieces each seemed to reflect a single person each the disconnected way in which each person was watched as if they were a part of big brother would've been found concerning if anyone had seen it.

"I can't wait for the beauty queen and cowardly moth to be collected next," two segments filled one looking at Hawkmoth who was lecturing his akuma as the Marinette and Adrien sections revealed them to still be oblivious to akuma a short distance away. And the second one showed Chloe as she lay on her bed painting her nails while her friend nodded enthusiastically to her words.

"All but these last two are in place," the voice scathingly scrapped like a sharpening knife. "And once the pieces are all finally all in place, " there was a silence that spoke volumes as each image changed to a chess piece.

Marinette became a queen, with her strength and diversity of movements nothing else could be more fitting she'd be a worthy advisory indeed.

Adrien a knight, like all the Chat's before him he'd fall on his sword for his lady. He was no concern as long as Ladybug was in danger he'd bow down to her will.

Alya a rook with her straight coward nature the voice had not concern about her, the fox miraculous wouldn't fit her.

Nino a bishop, he was a bit more of a worry due to his flexibility but nothing could be unbeatable.

Hawkmoth became a pawn, he held the least concern he was more concerned with what she already had to keep him in tow.

And finally Cloe became a pawn as well, her shallowness and manipulatabilty was inevitably going to her demise.

The fan glowed a cold green before another softer voice spoke ," you'll never win Jacqueline."

"That's where you are wrong madam Agreste, " the knife voice peirced the air," you only delayed the inevitable trapping yourself in here with me to fight control, even with the Kwami's support you'll crumble in day's your poor son lacking your love and fighting his dear father for eternity."

The voice seemed to smirk," I think that would be a fitting punishment for your pesky family I would've risen sooner if it wasn't for you, thank goodness your fool of a husband made things easy for me."

"He'll never let you win, I don't care what you say, my husband isn't a villain."

"That's where you're wrong madam, that is where you are wrong."

The fan flashed red as madam Agreste' s face flashed on it with glass fractures before the image flashed to a knocked down bishop slowly the light faded away and the knife like voice saying, " you've lost Agreste," before there was nothing but darkness in the safe.

LBCN

Whoa, boy, sorry for that long delay school started and I've been busy with work and such. Promise to post a bit more reliably guys I have big ideas for this story. as always reviews make my day if you have the time or an opinion or theory I'd love to hear it, this chapter went in a different way than i planned but i hope you guys like it.