Alright first things first.

Canon

All of Season 1

Most of Season 2.

Changes

Chloe never went public as queen bee. She wanted to prove herself as a hero before she revealed her identity to her mother. The rest of the episode played out normally. But Marinette knew from the moment that Audrey dismissed Chloe that she wasn't going to New York. Only Ladybug and Chat Noir know who she is. She is firmly a hero on team miraculous.

Nino knows Alya is Rena Rouge, but she has no idea that he is Carapace.

The Characters are now attending University together. While I haven't chosen departments for all, some are fairly obvious.

What is New

Everything happened in last year of high school, thus the characters are aged up and most decided to attend their local college

I do not own Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir.

Marinette sighed as she walked out of her last class of the day. She was so glad that it was the weekend at last. Between classes, assignments, patrol, and the occasional Akuma she was exhausted.

She was glad that Master Fu relented in permitting Nino and Chloe to keep their miraculouses. They were of tremendous help when it came to patrolling and creating strategies, and for sparing. Alya on the other hand had her miraculous, but used sparingly, as the reporter wanted to focus on documenting the fights. Honestly Marinette would have never expected Chloe to be more dedicated to Superheroing than Alya, the girl that quotes Majestica all the time.

"Hey Mari! Do you have the notes from Professor Verde's class?" The mayor's daughter called out. Marinette smiled and nodded at her former high school nemesis.

"Here you go. I copied a second set during my break since I knew you weren't going to make it to class this morning," The blue haired girl said, handing over a set of notes that were in her folder.

"You are a star Dupain-Chang," the Blonde said with a grin.

"Don't you forget it Bourgeois," Marinette teased. The girls grinned at one another, glad that their past was behind them.

The designer bid Chloe goodbye, knowing that her friend had one more class in 20 minutes.

Marinette settled against a nearby tree and sighed deeply. Checking to make sure that there wasn't anyone around she undid the clip of her purse. Tikki quickly flew out and settled on her partner's lap.

"I still find it hard to believe how much your relationship has changed," the Kwami said softly. Paris's heroine giggled.

"It surprises me too," Marinette mused. "Still I am glad that it did."

Mari never thought she would now count Chloe as a friend, at least as a civilian. After fighting side by side for so long, she knew that she could trust Queen Bee, but Chloe Bourgeois? Not a chance. However both girls ended up with a lot of the same classes and by a stroke of luck were assigned as partners for the majority of the term.

Knowing their grade depended on them cooperating they put their hostility to the side. Though neither said it they were glad to have a familiar face, especially in classes full of strangers.

After several screaming matches, half a dozen ruined designs and countless long study sessions the two built a tentative alliance. It deepened into a friendship, when they realized that they were a scarily successful team, once they pooled their skills and resources together.

Their friends had varying reactions to the friendship. It made Adrien happy to see his two best female friends getting along so well, Nino was perplexed and a little terrified, Alya just didn't understand it and still loathed Chloe, a mutual feeling, and Sabrina was excited that her best friend was beginning to let down her walls.

After resting in the cool shade for a bit Mari decided to head to her own apartment. Tikki flew back into her purse deciding to take a nap.

Thanks to her various commissions for Jagged Stone, she had a nice place off campus that she could afford on her own. It allowed her privacy to moonlight as Ladybug. Though she didn't have to worry about being lonely, her friends stopped by. All. The. Time. It was exasperating as it was sweet. Plus she was never sure who would show up and how long they would stay. Adrien currently held the record of staying three days straight. How he managed to not let Natalie or Gorilla know baffled her. Though she was not complaining about the extra one on one time with the boy that held a large portion of her heart.

Marinette's thoughts were occupied with the dream of collapsing on her bed and napping until twilight. She had passed her favorite student run cafés, when a conversation caught her attention.

"Did you see the headlines this morning?"

"I know, can you believe that the Court is finally back?"

Marinette froze, thoughts of rest driven out of her mind. She turned to girls who were talking, no not talking, gossiping about something that seemed impossible.

"Excuse me. What were you talking about just now?" She asked, trying to reign in her emotions. Thankfully she recognized the brunette as one of her classmates from history.

"Oh! Marinette right? I'm surprised you don't know. Apparently a letter was sent to several prominent papers. A calling card, from the Cour de Miracles!" The brunette girl squealed along with her friend.

"Apparently they are going after some piece," the blonde paused and looked down at the paper to look up the said item. Marinette's mind raced already knowing what the girl would say, but praying that she was wrong.

"Here it is! The bracelet of shadows."

Marinette's heart plunged. She raced to a store to grab a paper for herself. This could not be happening.

Marinette stared at the headlines, willing for the words to change, but knowing they wouldn't.

Court de Miracles. Court of Miracles. She hadn't heard that name since before she became Ladybug.

The Court de Miracles were a group of phantom thieves that would put on a show, grab what they came for, and escape no matter what obstacles they encountered. There were even rare occasions where they skipped the show and grabbed the artifact without ever being spotted. They had won the attention of everyone in Paris. Countless articles and forums were dedicated to the troop, most of them filled with assumptions and speculations. No one knew why they went after the pieces they did, as not all that they had taken were famous. The Court drew many critics as it did fans. But one thing was agreed: the thieves were true artists when it came to heists.

One day without any warning, the Cour de Miracles vanished without explanation. The public was abuzz for months after, but the news eventually faded. Sure there were occasional fake calling cards sent out, supposed sightings here and there, a few posts about people coming forward as the thieves that were always proved false, and even one or two arrests of copycats, but that was it. There had not been a single legitimate hint about the Court for over two years, at least until now.

As Marinette studied the paper she couldn't help but feel a weight settle on her shoulders. The paper had included a picture of the calling card. It has the same logo as the calling cards from the first time the Court came to town. As much as she wanted to deny it, this looked legit.

'To the City of Paris,

While it may come as a shock, I have a proclamation. The Court is back in session. Once more the City of Romance will be the stage of our game of shadows. Only this time, there are new players on the board. A butterfly consumed by shadows and symbols of fortune, wisdom, wit, personal power, and witchcraft.

The first pawn that we shall take is the Bracelet of Shadows. Now the question is, will anyone be able to stop us from acquiring the bracelet and placing it in the hands of those, that would appreciate it better? Let's find out. The bracelet will be gone before the hour of the witch.

Sincerely,

Court de Miracles

Marinette took a deep breath and dialed a number.

{"Hey Marzipan! What do I owe this unexpected surprise phone call?"}

Despite the circumstances, Marinette couldn't help but smile at her friend's voice.

"Hey" Marinette cursed herself when she heard her voice trembling. She was getting way too emotional.

{"Oh shit. What's wrong? Did you get in a fight with Alya about Chloe again? Is it your parents? Was it one of your classmates being jealous? Say the word and I will team up with the rest of our friends to defend your honor."} The male reassured his friend. It made the Marinette laugh, glad that she made the call to her friend.

"No to all three. I have to say, I would peg you more of a prank or revenge type than defending my honor," The blue haired woman teased her friend. She knew from experience that he was an out of the box thinker when it came to retribution.

{"Nino and Chloe would be all for it, but the other two forget about it."} Marinette could practically hear him rolling his eyes. Still he wasn't completely wrong. Adrien was never one for retaliation and ever since becoming Rena Rouge, Alya had held their friends to a higher standard. This is in spite of her occasionally towing the line when the Ladyblog was involved.

{"Talks of revenge aside. Why the sudden call?"} Her friend asked, shifting the conversation back on track.

Marinette sighed and bit her lip trying to figure out how to best phrase it. Finally she settled on a response. "What I have to talk to you about is going to need privacy. Can you meet me at my apartment?"

{"Alright, but all you have done is make me more curious. Will any of our friends be joining us, or is it just me?"} He asked, knowing she wouldn't budge on talking until she was ready.

"Only you and Nino." Marinette stated firmly. What she needed to talk about didn't involve the other three.

{"Intriguing. I'll save you a call and bring Nino with me."} He muttered the last part.

"Thank you, that would be super helpful." Marinette gushed, relieved that she was saved from another awkward conversation.

{"Anytime Marzipan. See you soon."}

"See you soon Nathaniel," Marinette ended the conversation and picked up her pace. She had two very creative guests to prepare for.

The first thing Marinette did when she got home was put a still sleeping Tikki in her room. This conversation was for only her, Nino, and Nathan. As much as she loved and trusted the ancient being, there were still things that Tikki didn't know about her chosen wielder.

Marinette then went to the kitchen and made bruschetta. Cooking and baking helped center the designer when she was nervous. Besides, bad news was easier to swallow with a full stomach, as her Papa would say. She just hoped it proved true tonight.

Almost as if on cue, a knock came from her door. Mari steeled her nerves and greeted her friends. She showed the boys to the kitchen so they could chat and eat before getting down to business. Nino and Nath shared a look, but knew not to push her.

Once the food had been devoured, Marinette knew she couldn't avoid the conversation any longer. She rose and beckoned the two to follow her into her work room. Once they were inside she closed and locked the door. When Nino opened his mouth to talk, She placed two fingers to her lips. Alert the boys watched as she went over to her desk and opened a hidden latch, pulling out a device that they knew would stop listening devices from working and a tome.

After turning it on the device, Marinette turned to the boys.

"What the hell Mare?" Nino asked in disbelief.

Marinette said nothing she handed the paper to Nathaniel. She sat down and watched as curiosity, disbelief, and anger appeared on his face before he schooled his expression into a blank mask.

"This is bullshit," the artist said tonelessly. Nino who had just finished reading the article shook his head.

"Dude it's got to be fake," the DJ said, his voice on the edge of hysterical.

"They used the Courts logo," Marinette stated calmly.

"They copied it from one of the pictures online," Nathaniel bit out.

"It was in the same writing style as the old notes," Mari said, not backing down.

"A devoted fan could fake it. Hell, the papers got several false ones back when the Court was operating and after they left.," Nino offered weakly.

Marinette looked at the boys. She sighed. "Your right. Both the logo and style of writing can easily be explained away. The paper itself talked about how this could be a hoax. There is just one thing stopping me from completely dismissing it." The boys tensed knowing what she was alluding to.

"The Bracelet of Shadows. All the other fake calling cards focused on famous, already guarded objects," Marinette then opened the tome to a bookmarked page. It showed a silver cuff with two oval black tourmalines on the ends. In the center were seven small onyxes in the shape of an S. The Bracelet of Shadows.

"This calling card focused on a bracelet that is not well known, but would have been a target for the miracles," The designer let the sentence hang in the air.

"So either this is a huge coincidence or our esteemed leader has returned to Paris once more," The female miracle thief said looking at her former crew. Either way, the three knew that a new path of destiny had made itself known. One that they had thought would remain shrouded in shadows. The path of a Thief.

Thoughts?

Also who guessed that she was talking to our favorite tomato head.