Marinette and Adrien were bouncing in their seats as they sat on the bullet train.
"You do realize we have traveled by train before," asked Nino? Marinette and Adrien had invaded Nino's house that morning, making sure he was properly packed for their trip and Marinette shoving motion sickness pills into his mouth. She was not going to have the first day of their trip ruined by his motion sickness.
"I know, but never bullet train! Other than China, this is my first time out of France."
"And this is Marinette and I's first trip out of the country together," added Adrien, squeezing Marinette's hand.
"So you two are finally together," asked Luka, sitting next to Juleka on a seat in the opposite aisle.
"Yep," answered Adrien, showing off their conjoined hands. "And I'm never going to let her go," he added, nuzzling his face in her hair. Marinette turned pink, but Alya could tell she enjoyed the attention.
"Nice." Luka smiled in approval as he settled into his seat, plugging in his ear phones to listen to the music.
"We have so many places to visit, we need to go to Hamley's, get your wand…" started Adrien.
"Can we look at Harrod's?"
"Of course! Maybe even get some tea stuff for everyone."
"Show off," teased Alya, kicking Adrien gently in the shin. Adrien just smiled, chatting about museums and gardens to visit.
Alya glanced over at Juleka, who was watching Adrien and Marinette chatter while plugging in her own earphones. Content Juleka wouldn't pay her any mind, Alya pulled out her notebook to start working on the song.
They had started writing yesterday selecting a couple lines Marinette once thought for inspiration. Alya had written the words down and tried to come up with something that would go well with the imagery.
She heard a soft hum, noticing Nino lean over to look at the lines she had added.
"Try humming that again, '' she encouraged. Nino obliged, Alya reading over the words, easily able to add another line as Nino concluded.
They worked together like that as the train started to move, Juleka joining her brother in a nap while Marinette and Adrien joined Nino and Alya in their planning. They still only had a few more days to go.
The train arrived at the station, Alya putting away her notes as Luka woke up his sister.
"If we can check in to our hotel first, that would be best so we don't have to carry our luggage everywhere," announced Luka as the group shuffled out of the train with the rest of the passengers.
Adrien pulled out his phone and his passport as they made it out of the train.
"Well, check in starts at two, so that leaves us a couple hours for lunch and maybe a bus tour if we wanted."
"Yes, we gotta do the double decker bus," exclaimed Alya as the group proceeded towards security.
"Do we want to grab lunch here at the station or closer to the hotel so they can tell us how to get on a bus," asked Marinette. The group stepped into the various security lines, not able to answer her question until they were done being interrogated. As instructed by Penny and Jagged, they were there on vacation. No need to mention Marinette would be adding some last minute flairs to the bridal party's outfits on behalf of her employer or the reason they brought their instruments because Jagged had requested it.
They passed through security, regrouping on the other side.
"They would have buses here, but finding our hotel and eating lunch near there would be better," admitted Adrien.
"Yeah, plus food near train stations is usually to go food to each on trains. Near the hotel we could find some really good restaurants or cafes," added Nino as their group made their way out of the station.
The Light Music Club paused at the entrance, taking in the city. Cars and busses hurried everywhere, with people crowding. In Alya's mind it was almost Paris but not as colorful. She started snapping pictures with her camera that her family got her as a graduation gift.
"Oh no you don't," scolded Adrien as Marinette reached for her sketchbook.
"Yeah, definitely no, you sketch later," said Nino, pushing the lovebirds to lead the way to the hotel. They paused when they heard a voice call out Adrien's last name, the group turning to see a man in front of a fancy car with a sign reading "Light Music Club".
"Oh, father must have asked my aunt to send us a car," commented Adrien as he led the group back to the driver.
"It's good to see you Mr. Agreste. I assume these are the friends your father and Mrs. Graham de Vanily mentioned?"
"Yes, this is Marinette, Nino, Juleka, Luka, and Alya."
"Pleasure, I am the Graham de Vanily's driver, Ezra. I'll be your driver to the hotel, to and from the wedding, and back here to the station. I'll also be your emergency point of contact if you should need anything else. Here's my license and proof of employment, if you should need it," he pulled out his wallet with his Driver's License, business card, and a letter for Adrien to read, authorizing him as his aunt's family driver.
"Thank you Ezra, let me just confirm with my father real quick." Adrien handed back the wallet, holding onto the paper and business card as he opened his phone to make a call.
"When did Adrien have an international plan," asked Alya, looking at Marinette for answers.
"His family all have international phones for travel," she answered as if it was the most normal thing in the world.
"Great, father says we are all good to go." Ezra nodded, opening the door, which Adrien took, before going around to the driver's group crawled into the vehicle, Adrien the last to enter before shutting the door.
"Dude, you got connections everywhere," said Nino, examining the interior of the car.
"Not so much. Just my mom's side of the family is from England. So we can visit the family music stores here if you want."
Nino's eyes began to sparkle at the idea, Marinette lowering his cap lid. Adrien just smiled and pulled out his phone to thank his father and aunt for the driver.
"Alright, everyone in," asked Ezra, the group confirming.
"Now, off to your hotel."
The car pulled up to the hotel, everyone other than Adrien dropping their jaws at the grandeur.
"Thank you for the ride Ezra," thanked Adrien as he exited the car, the rest of the young adults crawling out after him.
"My pleasure Mr. Agreste, let me know if you need any other assistance."
"Oh, actually, do you know any good cafes near her?"
Their driver looked around the area, considering the options.
"I find trying a local pasty a good way to start one's stay, if you don't mind the potential mess."
"Pasty," asked Alya, already taking pictures of the area.
"Yes, our local sandwiches," Ezra pointed to a café across the street.
"Thanks, sounds like a good idea," complimented Adrien, the driver smiling before getting back in the car and leaving the Light Music Club to their own devices.
"I think Penny mentioned pasties during one of her fittings. She said it was like a hot sandwich," said Marinette as Nino fought her to put her sketchbook away.
"Pasties it is then," asked Adrien, the group consenting to the lunch suggestion. They walked up to the crosswalk, mildly confused by some people's disregard for traffic laws before crossing the street. They hurried to the cafe, the tables inside full but some outdoor tables available.
They stared at the menu, no one really sure what to get.
"Maybe we get one of each so we can try all of them," offered Juleka, everyone agreeing. Adrien ordered the group six various pasties, and hot teas before the group retreated outside to claim two tables.
"Now may I sketch," asked Marinette, already pulling out her sketchbook.
"Yeah, sure, so long as you remember to eat," answered Adrien, scooting his chair closer to Marinette to watch her sketch.
Alya continued taking pictures, Nino borrowing Adrien's phone to look up places to visit.
"Oh look," Juleka pointed at the sign near their hotel announcing this was where the tour bus stopped.
"Perfect, maybe we could see if the front desk will hold our luggage while we are on the tour," asked Luka, Adrien nodding in agreement.
A couple waitresses delivered their meal, along with a knife and fork for them to split the food. Adrien was deemed the Great Divider of Food, no one else confident enough to cut the messy hot sandwiches.
"Not bad," said Nino as he slowly chewed on his piece of leek and steak. Some preferred other pasties over others, eventually everyone finishing the food. Adrien had practically been spoon feeding Marinette with how intently she was drawing.
"What's got you so inspired," asked Juleka, finishing the last bite of her pasty.
Marinette looked up, almost looking at the girl across the table, but yet past her. Alya and the group looked over at what seemed to inspire Marinette so when they saw a man with gray peppered into his black hair and a woman whose bright red hair was starting to turn either pink or white trying to enjoy lunch. Key word trying because the man seemed to be throwing a hissy fit.
"Come on dear, you could at least try it," the woman insisted, holding the pasty up to the man's lips. He slouched in his seat, the pasty now at his nose.
"It doesn't have any cheese."
"Dear, not everything needs to have cheese, we've been over this."
"But they could at least have an option with cheese. Or we could have eaten anywhere else with cheese!"
The woman sighed, "Fine if you don't want it, I'll eat it."
"No, it's my sandwich!"
"Then eat it!"
"It doesn't have cheese!"
"You brought your own cheese so use that!"
"Oh right."
The man happily dug through his luggage to pull out a cardboard cylinder. WHen he opened the lid, it whafted the most disgusting smell any of the teens had ever smelt. Adrien was trying hard not to gag, covering it with a cough.
"Why I put up with your nonsense I don't know," the woman sighed as the man took his knife to pick up some of the cheese and slather it on top of the sandwich.
He then suddenly seemed aware of his audience, not only the light music club, but other outdoor patrons watching the show.
"What are you all looking at? Haven't you ever heard of privacy?"
Everyone turned back to what they were doing, the light music club sipping their tea while Marinette continued to sketch. She looked back up at the couple to see the man still scowling at her, Marinette slowly putting away her sketchbook. The man turned back to his meal, happy to be left in peace.
"Do you think that'll be you in twenty years," Nino teased, elbowing Marinette. The girl just frowned, finishing up her tea.
"Not with cheese," groaned Adrien.
"Maybe we should check out the hotel, see if they'll take our bags," offered Luka. The group quickly agreed, grabbing their belongings and leaving the café. Alya quickly turned around before they left, focusing her shot before snapping a picture of the elderly couple. The man seemed happier now that he had his cheese, the woman talking about their trip.
Alya scurried after the group, following them back across the street and to their hotel.
The group made it back to their hotel, the lady at the counter willing to accept their luggage to be sent to their two rooms once they were finished cleaning: One for the boys and one for the girls. She also told them about the tour bus that would stop by every four hours, luckily the next one due to arrive soon.
The group moved back outside to stand with other people as the bus drove up to the sidewalk. The tourist clambered onto the bus, the Light Music Club the last people in line.
"You! Photographer!"
Alya looked around, guessing someone might be calling out to her due to her camera. She was correct when she saw the older man pointing a finger at her, his wife trying to calm him down.
"Get on, get on," hurried Nino, pushing the girls ahead of him as the old man ran after them. The girls ran to the second floor, the boys following after. They grabbed the last seats, waiting for the old man to follow up. Luka and Juleka looked over the back of the rail to see the man below barring the elderly couple's entry to the upstairs. The wife gave them an apologetic look before directing her husband to a seat below.
"What did you do," asked Juleka, everyone looking at the photographer.
"I may have taken a picture of them as we were leaving. I thought it would make good street photography."
"Most people should be used to random photographers now," added Adrien, "so maybe he just doesn't like it."
The Light Music Club looked back to the entrance to the topside, only the ticket collector requesting people to pay for the ride. Everyone paid for themselves, budgeted into their additional travel expenses.
"Is it always this crazy," asked Luka, looking around the group.
"Sometimes," answered Marinette, pulling out her sketchbook.
The bus started, Nino looking a little green.
"I thought Marinette gave you your motion sickness pills," Alya scrambled away, crowding Marinette and Adrien on the other bench.
"Probably needed a second dose. And the height doesn't help."
The bus turned a corner, Nino puking over the side. He missed the cars and the side, but apparently people downstairs had noticed.
"GROSS!" Came the voice of the old man below. Marinette immediately crawled over Adrien and Alya to set Nino up with sleeping music, the boy out in seconds.
"Is everything alright up here, we have an extra seat below if someone is motion sick," offered the ticket taker.
Marinette just gave the man a thumbs up before settling into the seat next to Nino, wiping his mouth with a spare tissue. The man looked to the other kids, who all smiled, trying to reassure him they were fine.
He left with a shrug, the old man still complaining about the atrocious scene he witnessed.
Luka just smirked, Juleka punched her brother to reassure him not all days were like this.
Apparently, the old man was persistent. Why, Alya didn't know. And apparently neither did the man's wife.
"Maybe we should wait for the second bus," offered Luka as the group shuffled with the tour inside the London Dungeon. They had barely managed to loose the old man in the crowd of people entering.
"Maybe I should delete the picture, this is not worth it," groaned Alya, flipping through the camera photos. It was a cute picture, not one to win any awards, but a better shot than some of the blurry ones she had taken.
"I say we approach them with a protective circle around Alya, and discuss whatever the heck they want with the picture," said Nino, Marinette agreeing.
"The old man is crazy, why would you even want to get close," asked Juleka.
"We don't know what exactly he wants. And maybe we could talk to the wife. She sounds reasonable," answered Marinette.
"Or we just pay him in cheese for the picture," offered Adrien.
Alya groaned, the other tourists around the group looking at them strangely as they walked through.
"How about a compromise? We do the protective circle, to which I announce I will delete the picture, then we run," suggested Alya.
The group looked at each other.
"Sounds better, at least then we wouldn't have to deal with him anymore once he knows," said Nino.
"And I won't have to pay for cheese," added Adrien, the group looking at him like he lost it. Marinette just patted the boy's head as the group made it to the exit.
"Protection barrier, activate," announced Nino, the rest of the group forming a circle around Alya, even Luka. The boy seemed mildly amused by the whole experience.
The group waddled together like a cluster of penguins, everyone keeping an eye out for the man.
"I see him," announced Adrien, Alya looking at Adrien's direction. The man seemed to be ignoring them, in favor of taking a picture of his wife.
"If he doesn't see us, let's just run for the bus," decided Alya, the group nodding in agreement. They made their way onto the bus, settling for the first floor. The tourists piled back on the bus, the old man and his wife wandering down the bridge.
"Do they know the bus is going to leave soon," asked Juleka, the group watching them.
"They look cute together, when the old man isn't being crazy," cooed Marinette, taking out her sketchbook.
Alya pulled out her camera as the bus started rolling back towards the bridge. She snapped another picture, their eyes meeting as she put down the camera. She quickly sunk back into her seat, her friends watching as the man started yelling after the bus.
"Why did you think that was a good idea," asked Juleka?
Alya shrugged, sinking further into her seat. Hopefully they had lost the elderly couple.
The rest of the tour went off well. They went to the Globe Theater and saw Midsummer Night's Dream. Nino's legs nearly fell asleep since they had to stand for the duration of the play. They agreed to save the Museum for after the wedding.
They visited the Tower of London and Westminster Cathedral. Adrien kept teasing Marinette asking her whether she wanted them to marry in Notre Dame or the British church. To Adrien's surprise, Marinette said neither, as she wanted to be married at Luxembourg Gardens. This turned Adrien nearly fifty shades of red as he made notes in his cellphone.
Their bus finally made it back to the hotel, the concierge at the desk giving them their keys and assuring them their luggage had made it to their rooms. The boys and girls split up to get ready for bed before ordering room service in the boy's rooms.
"And we lock that," teased Alya as she locked the door connecting the boy's room to their girls. Marinette rolled her eyes, setting her purse down on a bed.
Alya looked to Juleka for any sign she got the joke, the girl opening her purple suitcase and pick out her pajamas and toiletries.
"This isn't mine."
Alya looked over to Marinette as she made her way to her gray duffle bag. The pink suitcase looked like Marinette's from first glance, but it was missing her signature M and flowers. Alya walked over to Marinette's side to see the combo lock and a tag that read Tikki Fu.
"Must be another person staying here," guessed Alya. The girls shrugged.
"Juleka, we're going to return the suitcase to the front desk. Do you want to come or wait to explain to the boys?"
Juleka popped her head out of the bathroom, "I'll just shower. If you aren't back when I'm done, I'll call the boys for help."
The girls all gave each other thumbs up before giggling, Alya and Marinette carting the mysterious luggage back to the lobby.
In the lobby, they saw the older woman from earlier talking to the staff, holding the handle of a pink suitcase. One of the staff members was apologizing while the other was calling another department.
"That's my bag," whispered Marinette, hiding behind Alya.
"Then your's is probably her's," guessed Alya. Marinette nodded in agreement.
"Well, go trade," Alya pushed Marinette out from behind her, only for the girl to circle and hide behind her.
"I'm not good with strangers, remember?"
"And that woman's husband doesn't like me. Just pretend its a fashion person or Ms. Bustier when she's old."
"Just because they are both gingers does not make them the same."
"Excuse me?"
The girls paused their arguing to see the woman walk over with the bag.
"It appears the staff traded our bags," the women giggled. Marinette and Alya just nodded as the woman checked the label on the bag.
"Yep, this is mine," she called back to the staff, who all breathed a sigh of relief.
"And this is yours I take it?"
Marinette looked around Alya at her bag, her tag displaying her name along with the flower pattern with a giant M inside.
"Thank you," Marinette whispered, taking the bag and exchanging it for the other one.
The woman just smiled," you two girls were the ones at the café earlier with your friends, right?"
"Uh, yeah, sorry about that. Marinette likes to draw and I got a new camera for graduation," explained Alya.
"Oh what fun, senior trip now that you all graduated?"
"Sort of."
"I hope you have fun then. And sorry about my husband, he's never the best at dealing with people."
Alya and Marinette looked at each other.
"He wanted to talk to you about the picture," the woman explained.
"Um, sorry about that, I can delete if you want, although I wasn't going to use it for anything public if he was worried about that."
"Oh not at all. He just wanted a copy of the picture. Normally he's the one taking pictures of us, he's been that way ever since we were teens. Other than the pictures our oldest son takes, it's not often when we get pictures of just the two of us."
"Oh, I can email them to you once I get home from our trip."
"That would be wonderful. Let me give you my email."
The woman took a piece of paper and a pen off the counter, writing down her name and email.
"Tikki Fu," Alya read aloud. Neither the woman or the man looked remotely Asian from what she remembered. He was tan with dark hair, but no other distinct Asian features.
"My husband's half Chinese. Gives him a cute exotic look." Tikki looked down at Marinette with a wink.
Marinette blushed as the woman smiled.
"It was nice meeting you girls. I hope you enjoy your stay," Tikki wished before heading back to the elevator.
"Was it just me, or is she too nice for her husband," asked Alya.
"Maybe she makes up for his social skills," guessed Marinette. The girls looked at each other before shrugging, returning back to their rooms.
Alya was woken up the next morning by a yelp and a thud. She sat up from the bed she shared with Juleka and looked around. Nino was laughing on the other side of the second bed, Marinette struggling to get up off the floor.
"Why did you sleep on the floor," asked a groggy Juleka.
"I didn't, Nino pushed me," grumbled Marinette before jumping back onto the bed, grabbing a pillow and whacking Nino.
"Darnit, I thought we locked the passing door last night," murmured Alya as she tried to go back to sleep.
"You guys start getting ready yet," asked Luka from the doorway, still in his pajamas. "I was about to call for room service again unless we wanted to get breakfast from somewhere local."
"Room service is fine. We need to get there early so I can do the alterations Penny and Jagged requested." Marinette hit Nino one more time with the pillow before grabbing her things and heading to the bathroom.
"Where's Adrien," yawned Juleka, grabbing her phone to check the time.
"Already in the shower," answered Nino, as he wandered back to the boy's room, "and he is taking forever."
"Some people actually want to put a little effort into looking pretty for a nice event," argued Alya, Nino dismissing her with a wave of his hand as he left.
"Anything in particular you girls want or shouldn't have," asked Luka.
"Nothing that will stain I guess," answered Juleka, Alya nodding for confirmation. Luka nodded and left to make the call. Marinette popped back in a moment later, dressed for the wedding, but still needing makeup and her hair done.
"Oo, can I play with your hair," cooed Alya, jumping off the bed.
"But don't you need to get ready?"
"My curls are fine. I have a cute pin and I can pull some of them back. Plus you need to get ready faster to do Juleka's hair."
The girls grinned looking over at Juleka who quickly disappeared into the bathroom.
"Ok! Now up or down…"
The driver pulled up to the venue, various workers running in and out in a hurry. In the hallway they could see a woman whose hair was still in curlers, barking out orders.
"Do we need to do another protection circle," asked Adrien, looking at the group, then finally to Marinette.
"We just need her to take us to Penny so I can do the alterations," answered Marinette, trying to look determined as she opened the door.
"But what about our instruments," asked Alya as she crawled after Marinette. The group pilled out of the car, Ezra unlocking the truck so they could grab their instruments.
"Ok, which one of the bands are you," the woman marched up to them. Marinette was about to say something but shrunk back.
"Um, we're with Marinette, "Nino pulled his friend back towards the front, "She's doing the alterations. And we're the Light Music Club, Afterschool Tea Time."
"Right, right, Caline's student's! Penny said she wanted to see you. Why I don't know, you'll get early wrinkles if you stress on your wedding day." The woman motioned for the group to follow her, Adrien thanking Ezra before heading inside.
Through several twists and turned, the group found themselves ushered into the bridal suite, the women mostly ready.
"You made it!" Penny jumped from her seat, and hugged them as best as she could with her mermaid style wedding dress.
"I told you not to worry dear," the woman pulled Penny back to the chair so one of the girls could finish her make-up.
"I'm fine mom, I'm just glad they made it."
"You can be glad about attendance later. Oh the photographer."
The woman made room for the new person entering the room to take pictures.
"You guys having fun in London," asked Caline as she scooted over, her outfit, hair, and make-up already done.
"You can wear your hair down," gasped Nino, only for Marinette to whack him.
"And you still can't remove a hat," their former teacher chided as she took Nino's cap.
"Oh, let me start the alterations," exclaimed Marinette, setting down her bass and supplies.
"The rest of you can go to the stage and get your instruments ready," the woman announced, shooing the rest of the club out. Adrien grabbed Marinette bass, blowing her kisses before leaving. The girl mimed catching them before blowing her own, the women inside cooing at the display of affection.
"You are sickenly sweet Agreste," groaned Nino as he took Marinette's bass.
"Now, how do we get to the stage from here," asked Luka. The group looked around the hallway leading to other doors.
"I guess back the way we came," guessed Juleka, the group agreeing as they turned around. The wandered back down the halls, hearing some familiar complaining.
"Why couldn't they just put the actual ceremony next to where the food is? But no, we got lost in a London Maze because there are too many hallways! They might hide the bodies behind the doors."
The club turned the corner to see the old man and his wife. He immediately pointed at the group.
"YOU!"
"YOU!" Adrien mimicked him, trying to look intimidating, but more like an angry puppy.
"Dear, we talked about this," the woman calmed him, the man pouted, lowering his hand.
"Now apologize for scaring the children."
"I was trying to talk to them."
"Apologize."
He snarled and pouted, "Sorry if I scared you yesterday."
The group looked to Alya, who was waving her hands, "No worries, just maybe ask a little nicely if you want a copy of the pictures."
The group looked between Alya and the couple.
"You know them," asked Juleka?
"When we exchanged Marinette's luggage, Tikki had Marinette's and vice versa."
"You friend definitely has a cute taste in luggage," Tikki giggled.
"And she's missing," added the man.
"Oh, she's helping the bride with dress alterations. And the bridesmaids," explained Alya.
"We met Jagged and Penny a few times," Nino looked to the group for confirmation, everyone nodding, "and are students of one of the bridesmaids, so they invited us."
Tikki gasped, her big blue eyes lighting up in excitement, "You're Caline's Light Music Club!"
She ran up to them and squished them all in a hug. The man just groaned something about "not another one."
"Oh, I guess we should properly introduce ourselves. I'm Tikki Fu and this is my husband Plagg Fu."
"Sup," the man greeted, not really interested in the introductions.
"We were the first members of the Light Music Club at Francois Dupont. And I was the teacher mentor for Penny and Caline's Light Music Club."
The Light Music Club members lit up in excitement, Adrien immediately jumping the woman in a hug.
"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you," he repeated as Tikki returned the hug.
"We found your scrapbook! That was you, with the drums," Nino pointed to Plagg. The man gave a toothy smile as he pulling his drumsticks out of his pocket.
"And you played guitar, and made the scrapbook with Plagg's pictures," added Alya, pointing at Tikki. The woman smiled, still hugging Adrien although Juleka was trying to pull him off.
"He's a bit excitable, isn't he," asked Plagg, stepping closer to the group.
"It's just, we all knew Caline kind helped us restart it when we were freshmen, and it was because of you. And with everything that happened," Adrien was close to crying, "Thank you."
"Oh sweetie," Tikki and Adrien resumed their hugging.
"Kind of sentimental isn't he," whispered Plagg to Nino, the boy nodding in agreement.
"If you were part of the original Light Music Club, did Penny and Jagged ask you to play too," asked Luka?
"Yep, the girls were very insistent that we come. With three generations of Light Music Club in one place, I can see why," answered Plagg.
"I'm surprised Penny planned this instead of Jagged, this would be a very Jagged thing to do," said Alya, Plagg shrugging.
"Alright Tik, let the boy go?"
"Can I keep him? It's been so long since our boys hugged like this."
"You have plenty of students to hug when we get back home," Plagg sighed, Juleka again helping him pull Tikki and Adrien apart.
"Fine, but I'm going to go change the seating chart so we can all sit together. I want to hear everything about the music club." Adrien linked his arm with Tikki, the two leading the group down the hallway as they chatted about their music clubs.
"Is this really alright," asked Juleka, the group looking at Plagg.
"We have three adult boys, and a couple grandkids that live everywhere but close to home. At least she can't actually adopt this one."
The light Music club awkwardly chuckled, knowing Adrien wouldn't mind a third set of parents, after his own father and the Dupain-Chengs.
The wedding was beautiful, very punk-rockish with the darker colored flowers and décor, yet still traditional. The Fu's stuck by the Light Music Club, Tikki trying to keep Plagg awake for the ceremony. Adrien and Marinette were practically pink the whole time, giving each other side glances. Alya was tempted to take pictures, but a sign at the entrance had requested no pictures during the ceremony because of the photographer and videographer.
At dinner, Plagg and Tikki introduced them to the third original member, Wayzz Lenior, whom Luka made an immediate connection with due to their love of bass.
Tikki was tempted to adopt Marinette as well when they started talking over dinner, but was only stopped by Plagg and Wayzz reminding her if she adopted Marinette and Adrien, they couldn't get married. And Tikki was determined nothing should stop another Light Music Club young couple blushed more times than necessary at Tikki's cooing at their adorableness.
Turns out the bands had been Penny's surprise to Jagged as a wedding gift, each of the three Light Music Clubs playing part of the song he wrote to Penny when they got engaged. Jagged had bawled like a baby, hugging his precious Penny.
"Why are we doing this," asked Juleka as Alya dragged her to the dance floor.
"Because we need to make sure Marinette gets the bouquet. It's tradition. And the boys will make sure Adrien gets the garter."
Alya huffed as she examined the competition. Not as many girls as she anticipated, but considering Jagged and Penny were in their early thirties, their friends were probably mostly married. Their only real known competition was Caline Bustier.
Alya "bumped" Caline as she stood ready, Caline "bumping" her back as Penny started the toss. The bouquet flew through the air, Alya, Caline, and Marinette in a race to get the bouquet. The girls jumped up, the bouquet hitting the tip of Caline's fingers before flying off. The girls crashed into a group of people, falling on the floor in a pile.
"Where's the bouquet," Caline was the first up, followed by Alya. They looked over to see Adrien smuggly holding the bouquet from his place on the sidelines, Nino's hat covered in petals.
"Well, that's new," grumbled Alya, the women relenting to their loss.
"But if a guy caught it, does that mean the girls could catch the garter," asked Caline? The women looked at each other then looked to Adrien who was passing the bouquet off to a blushing Marinette before joining the other men.
"For Marinette," the women agreed, standing along the sidelines.
Jagged found the garter, standing back up to fling it into the audience. Jagged was a terrible shot as it sailed over the men, and desperate women, landing in Plagg's drink as he was about to take a sip.
"Why are you like this?!"
The audience laughed.
"So is there to be a dance," asked the DJ? The audience cheered, Alya and the girls returning to their seats as Adrien tried to get Plagg to join him on the dance floor. The man refused to budge.
"I may play drums, but that doesn't mean I can dance."
"Then I'll dance," offered Tikki, kissing Plagg on his head before joining Adrien. Those who knew Tikki and Plagg laughed as the dj put on a song, the unlikely pair dancing.
Plagg just pouted in his seat. Marinette was trying to contain her giggles, holding the bouquet. Plagg looked between Marinette and his wife.
"Darn that woman. Come on," Plagg grabbed Marinette's hand and pulled her onto the dance floor to dance beside Tikki and Adrien.
"This is one of the strangest weddings I've ever been to," commented Caline, taking a vacant seat.
"You've been to many," asked Nino, earning a scowl from his former teacher.
Adrien made a move to switch partners, Plagg doing the same. But instead of switching ladies, the women met and began dancing together.
Plagg was trying not to look embarrassed as he accepted Adrien's hand for a dance. Jagged and Penny eventually joined, the four dancer switching partners for the last time as Adrien danced with Marinette and Plagg danced with Tikki.
Alya moved closer to the dance floor, being certain to stay out of the photographer's way as she took pictures of Tikki and Plagg, and Marinette and Adrien.
"Um?"
Alya looked next to her to see Nino looking embarrassed, his hat still in Caline's clutch.
"Do you, I don't know, want to dance?"
He rubbed the back of his next, a habit he must have picked up from Adrien.
"Why not?"
Alya slung her camera back to her side, leading Nino to the dance floor. The fell into step beside the other light music club couples, Luka asking his little sister to dance.
She waltz too close to Plagg, the man leaning over to whisper, "Could you send us the pictures please?"
Alya nodded and smiled, "Of course!" The older man smiled before whisking his wife closer to the bride and groom.
Alya looked back at Nino, who still looked uncomfortable in the formal wear Marinette dressed him up in.
"We don't have to dance if you're uncomfortable," offered Alya.
"No I want to," assured Nino as Marinette and Adrien came by. Marinette twirled towards them, adjusting their hand holding so it was more intimate before twirling back to Adrien. With winks from the lovebirds, they entered the group of dancers.
Alya and Nino looked at each other in surprise before snorting in laughter.
"Who's ready to rock and roll," yelled the DJ, the younger people cheering as the music began to change.
"Now this is more my thing," teased Alya as she let go of Nino and started to dance. Nino just smirked and joined her, their group of friends crowding around them as Mr. Jagged Stone showed off Mrs. Penny Stone in a dance.
"Can't we just spend the day sleeping," groaned Nino from the floor.
The group had returned to the hotel late that night, the group trying to come up with lyrics for Juleka's song before retreating to bed after 15 minutes. The only people that morning with energy was of course Adrien, and oddly Marinette, who dumped Nino on the floor in revenge for the previous morning.
"Because, we have one last day for sight-seeing," explained Marinette, the girls wandering into the boy's room.
"And I promised Marinette we would get her wand today. And visit King's Crossing," added Adrien.
"And the museum. We need to see the museum!"
The couple squealed in excitement, already dressed for the day.
"We have a whole day this time though, can't we do that all in the afternoon or something," asked Alya as she flopped onto the bed Nino had once occupied. Juleka joined her while Nino crawl onto Luka's bed.
"I guess we could split up," offered Adrien, looking to Marinette before looking at the group.
"Sure go, do what you gotta do," agreed Nino with a dismissive wave.
"Just meet us back here for lunch and we can go to the museum and changing of the guard together," announced Alya as Adrien and Marinette scurried around to collect their things.
"Alright, oo, maybe we can stop by Chinatown," suggested Marinette.
"Maybe for lunch," finished Adrien as the duo left the room.
"Are you girls going back to your room," asked Nino.
"No, too tired."
Nino hummed in response, everyone going back to sleep.
Alya drifted awake much later. She glanced around to see everyone still asleep patting the bedside table, picking up a pair of glasses that were too strong for her. She set them back down, looking around the room, finding an alarm clock on the beside. She pulled it close to her face, the time reading almost 1.
"Juleka, wake up, we need to meet Adrien and Marinette." Alya pushed the younger girl repeatedly. The girl groaned, sitting up to look at the clock.
"When did they say we would meet up?"
"Lunch time?"
"Wouldn't that be 12?"
Alya opened her mouth, then shut it. She instead grabbed Nino's hat and threw it at the boy, hitting Luka instead.
"Ow," Luka raised his hand to rub his injured forehead, picking up the hat to whack Nino awake.
"Can people stop hitting me awake," groaned Nino.
"Who hit you awake before, Marinette dropped you off the bed this morning," asked Alya as she got up to go back and get her glasses from the other room.
"I don't know, someone smacked me earlier, so I hit back, then went back to sleep."
The other three looked at each other before Alya ran to get her glasses, Luka and Juleka scrambling up to look for clues. Alya pulled her glasses off the table, a note left of top of them.
"Dear Alya," she read out loud, everyone stopping what they were doing as she came back tot the boys room. "You all seemed really tired and since Nino tried to bite Adrien, we decided to let you sleep. We'll meet you at the Museum of Natural History. Love, Marinette." Written underneath Marinette's name was Adrien's name in his handwriting along with a P.S.
"We found some good cold pasties and left them for you in the fridge."
"Well, at least we know where they are," breathed Luka as he headed towards the boy's fridge, packed with cold pasties.
"But for how long," asked Juleka, as Luka tossed her a pasty. "You don't think they would leave the museum before we got there, right?"
The group looked at each other.
"Can we use the hotel phone to call Adrien," asked Nino?
"Would they charge us," asked Alya as she caught a pasty from Luka?
"Adrien's paying for it and it's an emergency." Nino caught the pasty Luka tossed at him before pulling up his contact info for Adrien. He dialed Adrien's number, the call not going through.
"Does he have a separate phone for international calls," asked Juleka, Nino hitting his forehead on the table as he hung up the phone.
"Internet? Can we connect to the internet, maybe we can call him through facebook messenger," asked Alya.
Juleka tried going online, only to find the hotel wifi password blocked.
"Why couldn't they just wait for us," the girl groaned while flopping on the bed.
"Everything will be fine, we just need to go to the museum. Knowing you guys, they probably expected to wait there for a while anyway," calmed Luka.
He took a deep breath, the young people imitating him as they all breathed out.
"Now, we can take the tube over to the Museum, it should be similar to Paris, right? And we just need to find the place either Marinette would get inspiration from or something odd Adrien would like," explained Luka, the group nodding in agreement as they took a bite of their pasties. Immediately everyone began switching them around.
"How are we supposed to find them in here," gasped Nino as the group walked up the steps of the museum. Navigating the underground had been easy enough, but the museum was huge.
"I could probably see the whole place in 30 minutes, maybe an hour," said Alya. She wasn't what was bigger, the Louvre or the Natural history museum. But she had sped through the Louvre in 45 minutes with her siblings when they first came to Paris.
"Well, we don't have any way to contact each other so we have to stay together," insisted Luka as the Light Music Club members followed him inside the museum.
Apparently finding two people was a lot harder than they thought. And Alya, for the life of her could not remember what Marinette and Adrien were wearing that morning.
Weirdly enough, they found Tikki and Plagg in the volcano area.
"Fancy running into you here," Tikki gave everyone hugs, then started counting them like children about to get onto a school bus.
"Where's Marinette and Adrien?"
"They wanted to go sight-seeing earlier today, so they said we would meet up at the museum," explained Alya. Plagg was already explaining to the boys the numerous amounts of civilizations lost due to volcanic erruptions, leaving the girls to discuss their missing friends.
"Hmm," Tikki pulled out her museum map, the girls looking at it with her.
"We checked the gardens already," explained Juleka.
"And all the treasure areas," added Alya.
"Rosetta stone."
"Greco-Roman."
"Well, we've been here a couple hours and haven't seen them either," sighed Tikki. The girls were starting to wonder if they would need to walk the museum again.
"We didn't check that one weird magic room," commented Plagg.
"Magic Room?" Everyone looked at the man.
"You know that Harry Potter thing...didn't you read it to one of the buys when they were growing up?"
Nino smacked his fist to his hand, "That's got to be it. Marinette and Adrien were doing a bunch of Harry Potter things this morning. And I had teased Adrien about bringing his Hufflepuff scarf in the summer."
The rest of the group blinked at him several times, the boy waving his hands dismissively.
"Come on!"
Nino led the group to the front of the exhibit, only to find out they had to pay to get in.
The group groaned.
"Can I help you," asked one of the employees manning the counter.
"We've been trying to find our friends, and we think they might be inside," explained Alya.
"Tall blonde boy and short black haired girl, hair looks bluish in the right light," described Nino.
"Oh, yes, I saw them. Very cute. Let's see if we can send someone in to let them know you're here."
The group collectively sighed in relief as the woman called another worker over, who went inside the exhibit to collect their friends.
A few minutes later, Marinette and Adrien emerged. Adrien wore a yellow and black scarf, while Marinette had a modge-podge scarf of various colors and stripes. They carried their shopping from earlier, Marinette wearing pink glasses with pink and blue lenses.
"Finally you're awake," Adrien cheered, hugging his friends. "And you met up with Tikki and Plagg."
"And I got us this Nino," Marinette opened one of her bags, pulling out a jewelry box. Inside was a silver and leaf pin.
"Oo, from Lord of the Rings, I know that one," squealed Alya. Luka and Juleka looked confused.
"Didn't you watch tv growing up," asked Nino as he gave Marinette back the pin for safe keeping.
"Not really," said Juleka, looking at her brother.
"Kind of hard to do that when we were traveling a lot as kids, so we didn't really watch tv.
"Alright, once this trip is over, we are catching both you up on some pop culture you need to know," assured Nino.
"We could do it at my house. We have a home theater but father doesn't really use it," offered Adrien.
"Perfect. And after we watch Harry Potter, you'll take the quiz to find out what house you're in," added Marinette.
The young adults started chatting excitedly, hardly noticing the happy look on Tikki's face while Plagg groaned about adopting more children.
The visited the London Art Museum after and then saw the changing of the guard. Tikki and Plagg ended up accompanying them for the whole day, Tikki explaining they were leaving Monday afternoon due to cheaper flights during the week so they had Sunday to explore. Marinette and Plagg realized their common interest in Chinatown, having everyone try dim sum. Plagg tried to convince them to try Szechuan, but Tikki firmly said no. Instead, Plagg spent the rest of the evening moping about how cheap the dumplings were back home in China.
Tikki worked at an international school in China while Plagg worked at an international company. Neither really wanted to retire yet, but both agreed they would probably visit Paris sometime in the future.
That Sunday, emails were exchanged as Tikki and Plagg said goodbye to them at the hotel lobby.
"It might take a bit, but I'll send you the pictures," assured Alya as she gave Tikki a hug.
"Thank you so much dear. I can't wait to see them."
Tikki was giving hugs to everyone, Plagg barely getting by with offering a handshake to everyone. Adrien managed to get away with a hug from the old man.
"Have a safe trip!" "It was nice meeting you!" "Enjoy your last day!" The Light Music Club yelled after them as the car pulled away, taking them back to the station.
As quickly as they entered London a few days ago, the group quickly left, settling on on the Metro for the long ride home.
Nino had been fed motion sickness pills along with Tikki giving him other motion sickness remedies, but he settled down for a nap. Marinette was snuggled up next to Adrien in their Hogwarts Houses Blanket. Luka and Juleka had settled in for a nap.
Alya suddenly jolted up, rousing Nino from his sleep.
"Whatz that," he slurred as he sat up.
"We haven't finished Juleka's song."
She looked over to Marinette and Adrien, who looked equally panicked. They looked over to see they hadn't roused Juleka, the girl still asleep while her older brother winked. Seeing as they were secure, the Light Music Club went back to work.
