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Iridescent Iris: XD It's okay, I LOVE long reviews. Yes, I felt that inserting that in would be GOLD (especially since Felix is a nervous wreck on the inside XD) And was your other inner fangirl squealing too much that you didn't comment about the scene between Bridgette and Natasha, or was that scene part of the cause? Thank you so much for reviewing (I swear you're the only one that's still doing it, so it's a serious thank you).
Candy: Enjoy the story!
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If there was one thing that Felix absolutely hated about Hawkmoth, ignoring the fact that he was his father, was the fact that he always sent Mime out to fight them while they were on patrol.
He was already suffering from the sleep loss that staying out later after patrol to fight Mime created, and he was getting really tired of it. If he was as rash as some believed, he probably would've stomped into his father's office and demanded that he stop before he Cataclysmed the company to shreds.
Fortunately (Or Unfortunately) he knew that that wasn't the best option. He would just have to deal with Mime (he was pretty sure that it was Serviteur, but not quite 85% sure) butting in on his alone time with his Lady to deal damage and fight.
To his relief, Ladybug looked just as annoyed by the interruption as he was. She had been talking about asking him something important when Mime had shown up, although he didn't know yet what it was. That was probably one of the minor reasons he was annoyed.
He somersaulted over Mime and landed on his feet gracefully while Ladybug swung her yoyo around. Mime had his invisible weapon, he was pretty sure it was a hammer, lodged into the chimney Chat Noir had been next to only moments before. Mime grunted, dislodging the hammer and swinging it towards Ladybug. She expertly dodged, so the hammer continued it's path towards him.
Chat Noir pulled out his baton (the second he had learned about it he had adored it, but it's appearance in fights when she used lucky charm was completely random) and extended it, stopping the weapon from hitting him across the city. He could feel Mime shift the hammer to a lighter weapon, probably a sword, and he twirled his baton around. Mime swung his weapon around and then snapped his wrist forward. A snapping sound echoed through the air, and Chat Noir felt it hit his baton. A whip, then.
Ladybug threw her yoyo at Mime right then, the magical weapon wrapping around Mime's ankle. She pulled at it and it knocked him off balance. The roof was slanted, so of course the villain started to roll down the roof. The yoyo was still wrapped around his ankle, but Mime didn't look keen on letting it save him. He mimed out something and threw it at Ladybug before he could deflect it, and it grazed past her cheek. In her shock, she had her yoyo let go of Mime and let him fall down.
Chat Noir's heart stopped, and he rushed forward. What if he was hurt? Dead, even?
When he didn't see anyone down there he almost cursed- of course he had gotten away again. Then he turned back to his lady, who had a hand up to her cheek.
Was it possible for your heart to stop twice in a row?
"Are you okay?" He asked, rushing to her side. She smiled a bit.
"Fine, I'm pretty sure it just grazed me." She shrugged off. When he pulled her hand away, he saw the small trail of blood that was left behind.
"Dang-it." He leaned his forehead against hers. "Why couldn't I protect you?"
"Chat, it's not your fault." She soothed, a hand coming up to run through his hair.
"Yes it is." He sighed. "I shouldn't be so indecisive about this. I shouldn't be worried about Mime or Father- only about you and Paris, and-"
"We're not having this conversation again." Ladybug said stubbornly. "It is absolutely NOT your fault!"
"But-"
"Chat, if I told you what Natasha suggested to me today, would you stop blaming yourself?"
"Huh?" Chat Noir blinked, looking down and into her enchanting eyes. "What do you mean? What did Natasha say?"
"Natasha wants to become a superhero and help us." Ladybug sighed, resting her head against his chest. "If not her, then other people who could help. She has a point- we might've gotten help from the police last time, but that was because Mr. Pigeon's attacks were clearly scheduled. Mime's are random at most, and at night. Last time we talked to the police, they were at a complete loss at what to do."
"But you don't want to endanger anyone else." Chat Noir replied, arms wrapping around her lower back and pulling her close.
They stood there in the night for quite some time, and then he spoke.
"What if we put them through a training course?"
"What?"
"You know-" Chat Noir took a step back. "Test them before doing anything massive. I'll get all of the equipment and hire people to privately work on them, and I can get you some things so that you can make the suits. Then we can set up an obstacle course, have a one-week training regiment, and then if they pass the final test they can be heroes with us!"
"I don't know…"
"We'd make sure that it was safe for them, and even if they pass, we'd make sure that they won't get hurt." Chat Noir grinned reassuringly at her, and Ladybug blushed. "We can choose from the people we know would work, and can even insist that they keep their identities secret, even from each other!"
"..." Ladybug smiled a bit, what Chat Noir and Natasha had envisioned finally falling into place in her own mind. "I… I think that would work." She stood up on her tiptoes and kissed his cheek, and Chat Noir's face erupted in red. "Thanks, Kitty. Come on, let's wrap up patrol."
He almost purred when she walked off, looking over her shoulder and smiling at him. Like she had no idea what she did to him…
Chat Noir swiftly followed after her, heart racing just as fast as his thoughts.
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Bridgette had thought up the design and uses of each suit within the next week. Once Bridgette had gotten the main idea down, Felix had taken it in to some private engineers for the weapons. He made them promise upon being fired should they tell a soul what they were doing.
In order to calm the Police down, Ladybug and Chat Noir had to go to their headquarters and tell them that they were putting together what was, perhaps, the ultimate plan. Some of this information got out to the press, but it was mainly speculation seeing as no one would talk about it.
It took months after that to have the prototypes tested and submitted for a final product, and for Felix to get the proper materials for Bridgette to make the outfits. She decided that it would be best to keep everyone going with the animal theme, and since she and Chat Noir had symbols on jewelry, it was only fair that the other superheroes got them too.
When hearing this, Felix had offered some animal-themed jewelry he had gotten. Out of all of the ones that they had to pick from, they chose a bee comb, a peacock pin, a fox necklace, and a turtle bracelet.
They even shared how they got them, which led to some… interesting revelations.
"She said what?" He asked. Bridgette giggled, holding a hand up to her mouth in an attempt to hide it.
"That she sees you as her little brother."
"More like her older brother." He growled out, cheeks pink.
"What's the story behind this one?" Bridgette tapped the Peacock pin, and Felix laughed awkwardly.
"About that… Natasha gave me that." He admitted. "She said that Peacocks symbolize 'awakening' and 'watchfulness', and she gave it to me to open my eyes."
"Why did you need to open your eyes?"
"Well…" Felix shifted a bit uncomfortably. "She might've walked into me detransforming at the Ladybug and Chat Noir festival."
"... What."
"It wasn't my fault she was there!" He exclaimed, gesturing away from him. "And then she tells me that she knew who you were, but she wouldn't tell me because she promised. It's not like I wanted her to or anything!"
"You have the most horrible luck, chaton." Bridgette leaned over and kissed his cheek again, and Felix grumbled something that she couldn't hear. "Well, I think we can both agree that she gets the fox suit then."
"Definitely."
"And how about Amber?" Bridgette asked, setting aside the necklace.
"Hmn…" Felix had his eyes narrowed on the remaining pieces of jewelry. "Maybe the bee, since she's so social."
"And then Nate can be the Peacock-"
"Which leaves Erik with the turtle." Felix nodded. "You think that they'd like them?"
"Oh, definitely." Bridgette nodded sagely. "I have all of their measurements too, so that just made the sewing much easier."
"I should leave you to it then." Felix stood up and stretched. "I have to tell our inventors what they need to look like now."
"Wait." She reached up and grabbed his hand before he left. He looked back at her, confusion dancing in his eyes.
"What is it, Bridgette?"
"Ahh, nothing, sorry, whatever it was left my mind." She laughed awkwardly, letting her hand fall away from his as her face turned pink. "I'll, uh, call you later."
"..." He studied her and then shrugged. "Alright. See you."
"Bye."
"Plagg, Claws Out!"
Long after Chat Noir left and her balcony doors were closed, Bridgette threw herself onto her bed and groaned.
"Is something wrong, Bridgette?"
"I still haven't told him." She groaned, a hand coming up dramatically to her eyes. "Woe is me, Tikki. I cannot tell the boy I love that I love him! Oh, what sweet sorrow is this, that I cannot say to him the three simple words of 'I love you'!"
"Oh, come now, Bridgette." Tikki flew in front of the teenager's face as she removed her arm. "There's always going to be tomorrow!"
"...I guess…" She admitted, sitting up. "But how many tomorrows do we have left? We don't know what might happen, and Hawkmoth is probably more dangerous than Mime! Any day now, M. Solennel is going to figure out that his son is Chat Noir, or at least that he's helping the superheroes of Paris. The final battle could be months from now, or even tomorrow! I don't have an eternity to spend with him, Tikki. I have to tell him before then. Before something bad happens."
Tikki, unsure of what to say or do, hugged Bridgette's cheek.
"You'll figure it out." She eventually said. "You always do."