A/N: Hi everyone! I'm sorry I didn't update in a while, my new stories kept me a bit busy (coincidentally, all Miraculous related: "Of Compasses and Statues" and "Dinner for Two", still writing on those chapters :3

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Prompt: In which, after Adrien loses Plagg, the little kwami finds his way into Marinette's hands and Chat Noir is frantically trying to get the little devil back before he corrupts his princess.

Rated: K+

The She-Devil and the Evil Cat God

"Great, now how am I supposed to get my camembert?" Plagg scoffed and crossed his little arms, a twinge of doubt shooting through him.

Where was Adrien? Wasn't it about high time that he noticed Plagg was missing?

There goes his masterplan, maybe Plagg went too far this time. All he wanted was a little fun, since model boy was full of boring schedules, but no, 'Plagg, don't be silly, we can't do that', 'Plagg, no!', 'Plagg, I don't have time, I have a photoshoot! We can't goof around!'. 'Plagg, we have to transform, stop emptying your cheese supply!'

Yawn.

Plagg hissed in annoyance, floating around in boredom. Alright, so maybe his originally thought to be masterplan would backfire on him, with even less things to do. He should wait until

Humans, they would never cease to amaze him.

And suddenly, his whole body froze.

He sensed it.

It was Tikki's energy.

A slow, large grin stretched his face and he cackled, quickly flying stealthily toward the class.

It was vacant, save for the two familiar girls that were Adrien's friends.

Blue-eyes girl was there along with four-eyes with the red hair. He figured the safest he would be was in Ladybug's care, even if that meant the very real possibility of exposing their identity and evoking Tikki's wrath.

Plagg froze again, a mounting feeling of dread filling him.

Memories of the past began to flash before his eyes and Plagg shivered in fear.

He remembered the time Tikki nearly drowned him when he accidentally allowed Chat Noir, if he remembered correctly during the medieval era for humans, to infiltrate the princesses' chambers.

Well…in his defense, they had been in love…the only thing he failed to account for had been his rotten luck, where Chat Noir nearly got gutted by the guards who had been right outside the princesses' bedroom.

Or the time in China where he accidentally caused the annihilation of an entire village of some fat, irate lord. Granted, they had been the bad guys but…Chat Noir had been framed of course and it had been a time Ladybug had hated his guts before they reconciled after years of feuding with each-other.

It wasn't his fault that he accidentally exposed a spy of the enemy country in the midst of stealing a wheel of cheese from one of the market vendors. The guy just had to be in the way right when Chat Noir was about to run away with his prey, making the man fall and his shawl to get undone, exposing the trademark colors of his country for all the villagers to see.

Plagg certainly wasn't responsible for the human's stupidity. What soldier in disguise would wear his nation's clothes underneath a simple cloak? He would have had to account for to, at one point, lose the cloak.

On one hand, maybe going to Tikki would be a bad idea.

A very bad idea.

But he couldn't help it. He missed his little bug. Of all the centuries that had separated and brought them together, they have spent something like eternity without each-other by their side and with them in the same city, and their holders even going to the same school, he saw no threat in paying her a casual visit.

Rules be damned.

With all the stealth a little cat god of destruction and bad luck could muster, Plagg zipped his way past the girl's moving feet as they made their way toward the exit of the school.

He growled lowly when he saw the girl's bag was zipped up.

Good thing he knew his way around.

Using his claws to grasp onto the metal zipper, Plagg pulled with all his might and finally, a small enough hole was created thanks to the movement of the zipper, allowing him to easily slip inside.

Ahhhh, bliss!

"Plagg?"

Plagg grinned and turned around to look at his counterpart, perfectly able to see in the dark, "Tikki!" he flew into her startled arms, knocking the cookie from her little hands, "I missed you, bugaboo!"

"Plagg?!" the little kwami quickly shooed him off, big blue eyes blinking wide, "What are you doing here? Where's Adrien?!"

She had that look again. Her eyes were narrowed, her arms crossed and her foot tapped in the air impatiently.

"Plagg…" oh no, that voice! He was doomed. Wait…it sounded deeper, slightly strained…

"I'm so screwed…" despite the impending danger he sensed, Plagg forced on a wide grin, "Heh, well…ya see, my human kinda forgot me,"

Tikki's eyes widened in shock, "What do you mean he forgot you? How can he forget his own kwami?!" and suddenly, Tikki sneezed.

Plagg rose an eyebrow, "Are you sick?" concerned green eyes roved over her but Tikki was having none of it, "Just answer the question, Plagg!"

Plagg snorted, crossing his arms, "…I kinda made him," he grinned sheepishly.

Tikki's eyebrows rose, "…What?" she sneezed again.

Plagg chuckled, "…I slipped out of his bag when he wasn't looking,"

Tikki's eyes flew wide open and she threw her little arms up in the air, coughing in between her talking, "Plagg! Do you-cough- ugh, know what cough this means?! How can cough Adrien possibly find you?! He doesn't know cough Marinette is Ladybug, she doesn't know who Chat Noir is!" she flew around the small space in the bag and Plagg marveled at her ability to look cute and angry at the same time.

"I'm cough disappointed in you," she gave him a stern look.

Plagg scoffed, "Puh-lease, you can't honestly compare delicious camembert with smelly teenage shirts, I had to do something!" he stuck his tongue out.

Tikki groaned in frustration and the bag suddenly rustled violently, making both kwamis stumble and move around the bag.

And suddenly, light nearly blinded them both.

"Tikki! Are you alright? I'm so sorry, a cyclist nearly ran me over and I had to move out of the-" her eyes zeroed in on Plagg, whose own eyes were locked onto her.

"….Hi," he waved.

Marinette released a squeak, before frantically looking around to make sure nobody was within hearing range, "A-Another kwami?! W-what?! Tikki?!" she looked at her own kwami questioningly, with wide panicked eyes.

Tikki frowned, glaring at Plagg who only grinned sheepishly, "Umm…well…this is Chat Noir's kwami, Plagg, Marinette,"

Big blue eyes blinked rapidly at the black cat god and Plagg used the opportunity to ask a question he had longed to ask since learning the girl lived above a bakery, "Do you have camembert?"

More blinking.

"….Camembert?" Plagg could practically see the wheels turning in her head, "Yeah, my parents must have some in the fridge, why?" she tilted her head to the side, recognition slowly dawning on her, "Oh, right, Tikki likes to eat cookies so you like to eat camembert," she smiled then, "Don't worry, we'll be home in no time," she smiled kindly and closed her bag, walking slowly to not disturb them too much.

Silence befell the two kwamis for some time, until Plagg suddenly said, "Tikki, I want to corrupt your human,"

Another cough. Blue eyes narrowed at him, "Plagg…"

"I promise it's not like five thousand years ago!" big green eyes pleaded at her.

Tikki grimaced, "Are you crazy? Marinette cough is already doing stuff she isn't supposed to be doing cough most of the time!" she threw her little hands up in the air, "She stole Adrien's phone at one point too!" she sighed, shaking her head.

Plagg grinned, eyes sparkling, "Cool-"

Tikki shot him a look and Plagg cleared his throat, "I mean…shame on humanity, yada, yada," he yawned, rolling his eyes, "Come on Tikki, have some fun!"

The red kwami sighed again, "This is a disaster. Plagg, they can't find out their identities!"

Plagg frowned, "Alright, alright, I'll go back…" a slow grin stretched his face, "…after I'm done corrupting your charge,"

"PLAGG!"

"PLAGG!" Adrien's high voice bounced off the walls of his room, a blond head zipping this way and that, jumping over his bed and desk and searching under his bed and in the trashcan for his kwami.

Nothing.

Where could he be?!

"Plagg! This isn't funny! You hear me? Plagg!" Adrien quickly opened the cabinet where the camembert was stored, thinking Plagg may have gotten into another cheese coma, but the kwami wasn't there.

Finally, Adrien plopped down on his couch, burying his face in his hands, "How could I lose him? Where could he had gone? What do I do if someone finds him?" Adrien sighed, thinking hard, "Think…when was the last time I saw him…"

His eyes widened, "Class!" he shot up, racing toward the door, only to find the gorilla behind it, standing guard as usual, "I need you to take me back to school, I uh…forgot something there," Adrien donned his best, most determined look and it seemed like he looked desperate enough because the gorilla relented with a grunt and they both made their way toward the car, not before informing Nathalie about their plans.

Adrien's fingers were shaking, his leg kept bouncing up and down and he couldn't stop thinking for a second.

What if a car hit him? What if Plagg got hungry and robbed a cheese factory? No, that would've been on the news…

His eyes widened in fear, what if Chloe got her hands on him?!

Adrien leaned forward, "Can we drive a bit faster please?" he grinned sheepishly when the gorilla grunted again, but sped up slightly nonetheless, which Adrien was grateful for, his heart felt like it would burst.

He had to find Plagg before something bad happened to him!

"This is the best thing that happened to me in a while!" the small kwami purred, deliriously happy as he munched on a wedge of camembert, a whole plate of the stinky stuff next to him.

Marinette grimaced at the smell, "Doesn't Chat Noir feed you regularly?" she thought he would take just as good care of his kwami like she did.

Plagg opened an eye lazily, "I have a stash full of camembert stocked in a cabinet, he makes sure it's never empty." He rolled his eyes, "But he's persistent when it comes to akumas, whenever he sees it on the news it's 'Plagg, no time for eating, we have to transform now!', now how can a kwami possibly enjoy that?" he rolled over onto his stomach, ignoring Tikki's disapproving look and her adorable sneeze.

Marinette rose an eyebrow curiously as she handed Tikki another tissue, "Seems like Chat's got his hands full if his kwami's attitude is anything to go by…a cabinet full of cheese…just how much does he eat?" she shook her head, "So, uhm…you're saying he lost you?" she rose an eyebrow.

Plagg swallowed roughly, sharing a nervous glance with Tikki, "Uhh…y-yeah…stupid kid," he coughed.

Marinette frowned, "Really? I can't believe Chat isn't more careful…" then again, he did tend to get easily distracted during battles.

Plagg grinned nervously, "Yeah well…you know how those teenagers are…he sprinted out of class so fast I-"

Marinette's eyes flew open, "Class? What class? You mean my class?"

Tikki shot him a murderous glare, her puffy eyes glaring daggers into his head, Plagg's sweating intensified, "What? What class? Class? I didn't say class, I said fast, he sprinted so…fast that I fell out of his bag,"

Marinette frowned suspiciously, watching the nervous kwami share a look with her own one.

"Does…does Chat go to my school? My class even?" she froze, "Plagg…you were near my school when I found you in my bag…or you must have been since Tikki was still alone when I looked into my bag just when class finished…" she rubbed her chin, "Does this mean Chat Noir goes to my school?" she tilted her head to the side.

Plagg felt a shiver race down his spine at the look Tikki shot him, "Uh…." He grinned broadly, "Hey! Didn't you say you had more camembert?"

Marinette crossed her arms, not willing to back down.

Plagg chuckled nervously, "Sorry, too much information," he peeked at her curiously then, "I thought you didn't want to know his identity?" he smirked.

Marinette bristled, "I-I don't! I was just curious, that's all," she crossed her arms, "Well… anyway, we have to figure out a way how to get you back to Chat Noir,"

Tikki floated up to her charge's face, a kind smile on her face, "Why doesn't cough Plagg simply go back t-to cough where Chat Noir last left him? I'm sure he is looking for him now," Tikki sniffed, blowing her nose in the tissue again.

Plagg was about to protest, but Tikki shot him a very cross look.

He closed his mouth obediently.

Marinette sighed, "Alright, that would work," her eyes suddenly widened, "Tikki! I forgot to check Adrien's schedule!"

Without thinking, Plagg said, "He's got fencing today as far as I know," but then, he realized his mistake and his eyes widened when Marinette shot him a look.

"Ah…how would you know?" she rose an eyebrow.

Tikki coughed violently, "Because Chat Noir and Adrien sometimes run into each-other and Plagg just memorized a bit of his schedule, remember?" Plagg nodded frantically, thanking Tikki for her intelligence.

Marinette gasped, "That's right! Chat Noir did mention running into him a couple of times, Adrien did too…" she rubbed her chin, "Hm..." Marinette's expression turned thoughtful and Tikki's suspicions grew worse.

"Marinette… are you planning to spy on him?" she crossed her little arms, trying to look dignified and stern while sniffing.

Plagg thought it was adorable.

Marinette apparently did too, "Aww, Tikki, you look so cute!" she gently tickled her kwami's head, "But no, it's not what you're thinking. You should stay at home Tikki, you're sick, I…still need to head out with Alya and…do something!" she grinned widely, too widely.

Tikki wanted to protest but she went into a sneezing fit and Plagg hurriedly grabbed a miniature sized blanket from the large cat pillow, he would have to file that for later, and draped it over Tikki's shoulders, leading her to her makeshift bed in Marinette's drawer next to her bed, "There, there Tikki, you should lay down, you haven't been sick since a thousand years ago!" Plagg grinned widely and Tikki smiled.

"Well..maybe…" her eyes were already fluttering closed by the time Plagg tucked her in affectionately, her voice barely above a hoarse whisper, "Don't…cause any…trouble,"

A roguish grin stretched over Plagg's face, "Don't you worry my little bug, I'll take care of your Ladybug,"

With that, Plagg zipped up to Marinette's face and whispered conspiratorially, "So, what are we really gonna do?"

Marinette shot a quick look at Tikki's sleeping form before she smirked.

Adrien rubbed his neck for what felt like the umpteenth time on his way to fencing class, "What the…it feels like someone's starring at me…" he shot a quick look over his shoulder but saw no one.

He sighed, his shoulders slumped. The classroom had been empty, no Plagg in sight. He hadn't been in the surroundings courtyard either, not in the nearby park, not in any trashcans, in no bakeries either.

Where was that gluttonous kwami?

Adrien sighed, tightening his hold on his shoulder bag rustling with his fencing gear, "Plagg…be safe…don't do anything stupid,"

"You do this on a regular basis, don't you?" Plagg looked up at Tikki's charge suspiciously, impressively managing to hide behind a thin tree, away from Adrien's sight as she kept her eyes on him like a hawk.

"Psst, he may hear us," she whispered back.

Plagg couldn't stop the grin from forming on his face, "He's ten feet away from us, don't worry," he flew up to her face, "So, what's the plan? Are we gonna steal his phone? Sabotage his helmet so his hair sticks out weirdly? Turn the water cold while he's showering?"

Marinette's brain short-circuited at the word "shower".

Plagg tapped his foot mid-air impatiently, "Hey! Focus!" Marinette blinked out of her temporary haze and blushed, shyly scratching the back of her neck.

"Uhm…actually, I just thought of watching him train today," she grinned sheepishly.

Plagg sighed, "I see I have much work to do to corrupt you completely…"

"What?"

"I see I we're wasting time to spy on Adrien,"

"Eck!" Marinette grabbed Plagg and stealthily hid him in her purse, dashing toward the walking model, who had gotten quite far ahead while they had talked.

Plagg grinned within the safety of Marinette's bag, mouth watering at the slices of cheese she had stored in in case he got hungry.

He would have to force Adrien to marry this girl and forget about Ladybug.

Or he could expose her identity as Ladybug, so they could get married faster.

Either way, he was sure he didn't want to leave her side any time soon, she could potentially give him more cheese than Adrien…

"…Could I get more camembert when we go back?" his whisper easily reached her ears and Marinette smiled down at her partner-in-crime.

"Of course, Plagg," she patted his head gently, diving into a crouch behind a parked car when she thought Adrien would turn around.

Plagg silently marveled at her surprisingly fast legs and impressive stealth, a complete contrast to the girl's usual clumsiness.

"Maybe I could just quickly browse through his phone, just to check his schedule…" it seemed like Marinette was muttering more to herself than the kwami, but Plagg was happy to join.

"I say we steal his phone," he grinned from ear to ear, "Think of all the possibilities!"

Deleting all those photos of Ladybug, of Ladynoir fanart, of Ladybug buddy photos she had actually agreed to, of Ladybug merchandise, of-

Marinette suddenly hesitated, "I don't know, I already stole his phone once…or uhm, actually I just borrowed it to delete my embarrassing message…" she grinned bashfully.

Plagg crossed his arms, sighing dramatically, "Aw…well, it can't be helped. I guess this century's Ladybug is even more boring than I thought she would be," Plagg inspected his paws casually.

Marinette frowned, "Boring?" Plagg smirked, there was a shift in the air.

He could feel it.

"Well, maybe I should go find my kitten since it's so boring here with Ladybug," he shrugged, making a show of flying away, until the girl suddenly gripped him in her hands.

Plagg's eyes widened, "Oh no, I thought we had a mission Plagg!" Marinette squinted at the tiny cat god and Plagg swallowed.

"Uhhhh…."

"I'll show you boring!" Marinette stuffed Plagg inside her purse, determinedly and swiftly, racing through the street, through trees and a few bushes, tailing Adrien perfectly, which suggested this certainly wasn't the first time she had been doing it either.

Plagg, despite the anticipation welling up within his stomach, grinned wickedly.

This was going to be fun.

Adrien's fencing instructor narrowed his eyes at him, sounding impatient as he called him over again.

Adrien smiled apologetically, running toward the changing rooms, "I'm sorry, I'll be right back! Something is wrong with my uniform!"

Quickly hiding within the privacy of the empty changing rooms, Adrien took off the upper part of his fencing uniform and his eyes widened in mortification.

Holes.

Holes everywhere.

His shirt looked like swiss cheese.

"How did-" he looked around, spotting nothing suspicious.

Who would do such a thing? Why? Did someone hate him?

Adrien grimaced, sighing. Well…he didn't really have a choice, this was the only shirt he currently had, he had a spare uniform at home, but he couldn't just run off. Especially since Plagg wasn't here, maybe with Chat Noir's speed, he could pull it off, but as Adrien, he was a goner.

The blond sighed, putting his uniform back in place and solemly walking back out, ignoring the inkling feeling like he had heard giggles coming from somewhere within the lockers.

"Alright, what's next?" Plagg was practically vibrating in Marinette's purse.

"I actually thought of watching him train like this. Maybe we went overboard Plagg…I didn't mean to ruin Adrien's uniform," her gaze grew apologetic and guilty, but Plagg zipped right up to the girl's face and gently slapped her cheeks.

"Nonsense! You were great! In fact, you could be a great Chat Noir!" he crossed his arms proudly.

Marinette gasped, "What? Me? Chat Noir? I thought that role was reserved for boys only?" she giggled.

Plagg rolled his eyes, "Well, let me tell you, I've had a few female Chat Noirs before…all a bit of tricksters, like you, but you have even better ideas than them Marinette! We'll make a great team!"

Marinette frowned, "What about Chat Noir? Won't he be upset? You should go back to him Plagg,"

Plagg thought for a moment and heard Adrien's frustrated shout from outside, "Nah, he'll be fine," he grinned lazily.

Class was dead silent when the normally positive, all-smiles Adrien Agreste entered the classroom looking like the sole survivor of a zombie apocalypse or whatever had kept him up very late at night.

Dark circles under his eyes made his appearance that much more tired and gloomy and Nino could almost see the dark cloud looming over his friend as he slammed his face on the desk, "Dude, what happened to you? You look like you had a rough night,"

Adrien groaned, "So many things went wrong Nino," he tried not to let out a frustrated wail, "My fencing uniform had mysterious holes in it, father wasn't happy about it at all." He shuffled closer so the next thing he said could be heard from Nino only, "And all my Ladybug posters and merchandise just…disappeared! Does someone hate me? Who would do something like this?! Who could be so cruel and steal all my Ladybug themed things?! Even the mouse pad is gone, Nino!"

Not to mention Adrien had spent the better part of the day trying to find his lost kwami. Ever since the thought had entered his mind that one of his classmates might have found him or worse -his very own princess- he had redoubled his efforts of trying to find him.

There was no telling in what way Plagg would try to corrupt his poor, innocent princess. Ladybug was another thing, but Marinette was too pure for any of Plagg's wicked schemes. He would hate for her to start associating Chat Noir with everything wicked and evil Plagg conjured up in his trickster mind.

Marinette was giggling maniacally while Alya gave her a strange look, "Um…you alright girl?"

Marinette smiled innocently at her best friend, "Of course! Why wouldn't I be?"

Alya adjusted her glasses, "Because sunchild obviously had a bad day yesterday and you're looking like the cat that got the canary," Marinette's lips started trembling and Alya realized it was from suppressing her laughter, "Are you or are you not taking drugs?" she squinted at her suspiciously.

Marinette erupted into giggles, which earned confused and half-scared glances from their classmates sitting close, "No, no, I'm sorry Alya!" the joke reminded her of Chat Noir and the partly comical situation he must be in right now.

Frantically searching for his kwami, who was, for whatever reasons helping, or was it sabotaging?, her little missions concerning Adrien.

Class started before Alya could further interrogate her friend, but she kept a close eye on her, especially since Marinette was uncharacteristically often glancing down at her bag.

What on earth was that girl doing?

Marinette spoke in hushed, quick whispers to Plagg, "Is it a deal or not?"

Plagg smirked, "I don't know, depends on how much cheese you'll give me,"

Marinette smiled, "Two camembert cheesecakes and three wheels?"

Plagg remained silent for a long time until Marinette noticed he was holding back tears of joy, "I'll tell you everything you want to know, my lady,"

Marinette smirked, "Good, right after class, Plagg,"

"I'm sorry buddy…but it's for camembert…" Plagg whispered silently within the confines of Marinette's purse, not apologetic at all for betraying his poor, poor charge.

He remembered the surprisingly easy deal he had made with Marinette only yesterday when Tikki wasn't listening.

"Say Plagg, are you allowed talking about Chat Noir when he isn't here?"

The kwami smirked, "Well, it would be difficult if I would be in his ring if he were here, right?" Marinette blushed in embarrassment, "Whatcha wanna know?"

Marinette scratched the back of her neck, "Well…does Chat Noir really practice his puns and flirts in front of the mirror?" she couldn't help but see if one of the rumors circulating about the leather-clad superhero were true.

Plagg snickered, "Unfortunately, I'm very loyal to my charge and nothing you say or do could possibly-"

"My parents baked a camembert cheesecake downstairs," Marinette smiled innocently, "We got whole cheese wheels too," she winked.

Plagg felt his brain short-circuit and he hoped Adrien would never find out about this, "Every morning before he starts the day and every night before he goes to bed. If you make it two whole cheese wheels I'll even tell you the color of his Ladybug themed-PJ's," Plagg grinned wickedly, cackling when a evil glint appeared in Marinette's eyes as she laughed.

"Thanks Plagg,"

Humans were strange creatures.

First Marinette had wanted to know if Chat Noir had any Ladybug merchandise in his house, just like he had spotted a stray Chat Noir doll, which looked suspiciously hand-made, or a big black cat pillow.

And now she wanted to know if there was anything else embarrassing the superhero did.

Of course, Plagg had to change up a few things to not expose Adrien's identity, but all in all it was nothing but the truth.

"You're kidding me Plagg," Marinette covered her mouth.

The kwami smirked, "I swear on camembert, I don't. He sings in the shower, at the top of his lungs that Ladybug and Chat Noir song the media made for you guys. He always sings both parts, it's hilarious," Plagg cackled, remembering Adrien's long shower sessions when he got hyped after an akuma battle.

"Do you have video footage?"

Of course he had, for blackmailing purposes. It was labeled and secretly stored under Adrien's bed, the one place the blond had ironically forgotten to check for.

Marinette noticed the look on the kwami's face and smiled, "How about four wheels?"

If one would ask the kwami how he fell prey to her charms, he would always say he had no idea.

Once he finally returned to a distressed and happy Adrien, he was sure his charge had a very good idea how he got persuaded so easily.

At least his lady was laughing again, even if it was at his own expanse.

The strange thing was Marinette knew things about Chat Noir she definitely was not supposed to know.

Like when they had their sleepover every two weeks where he sneaked out of the house after his father and Natalie fell asleep and transformed into Chat Noir, he would tease her about her suspiciously Chat Noir themed PJ. A black shirt with a cat face on it along with green pants with black paw marks on them. And when she countered about his embarrassing collection of Ladybug themed merchandise, he knew she had to have sources to Ladybug to know all of that.

Unless…

Adrien's eyes widened and he looked down at his kwami in shock, "P-Plagg! How could- why did-! I understand…it's so clear now…" Adrien ran a hand over his face, "The things Marinette knew about Chat Noir were the same things Ladybug found out from you,"

Adrien laughed and Plagg froze, he knew he had been making bets with himself when the boy would stop being oblivious and finally find out who Ladybug really was, but he didn't expect it to happen quite yet.

"MY LADY TEXTED EVERYTHING TO MARINETTE!"

Plagg groaned and slid off the couch, completely contend to sleep through his camembert-induced coma to spare himself of Adrien's obliviousness any longer.

Thanks everyone for reading! I hope you enjoyed it :3