For my lovely fruit child because she helped me to create this head-cannon and I love it so much help me.
This spans over about two to three years.
You'll also have to forgive me, this isn't very in depth about relationships or emotions or anything even though it could be. I may expand on these later but for now, this is all, except one thing that I've referenced once before. I wonder what it is? ;)
T for swears!
14-Judgement.
The first person Alix 'showed' her new stamp was Marinette, though it wasn't until a few weeks after she'd first received the stamp that it made a public appearance
September 18th was undoubtedly the best day of Alix's life. She woke up as usual, dressed as usual, but beside her helmet was something very unusual. A stamp. She picked it up and examined it with critical eyes before tearing off paper from last night's homework and stamping it. Alix laughed devilishly when she read the words now inked on the page. A fist was in the centre of the stamp, black with green accents and pink glitter. The words; Alix's boss as fuck were etched in an arc over the top of the fist while 'stamp of approval' was printed on a downwards curve on the bottom. Alix put the lid back on the stamp and slipped it into her pocket.
The first person Alix 'showed' her new stamp was Marinette, though it wasn't until a few weeks after she'd first received the stamp that it made a public appearance. It was the day Marinette bested Chloe by being voted in as Class President. After class, Alix followed-stalked-Marinette to the lockers. Most of the class had already left for the day and so, only she, Alix and Alya remained.
"Hey Marinette!" She called, stamp unsheathed and at the ready. The second Marinette turned, Alix pounced. She swung the stamp and caught her friend in the cheek with a satisfying smacking sound. "Good for you! I'm proud of you." Alix told her friend, her face betrayed no sign of what had just occurred. Marinette lifted her hand and rubbed at the ink, most of it had already dried but the green smudged a little when she touched it, leaving green ink on her fingers.
"Alix what did you just do?" Marinette snapped, she made to rub at it again, but Alya stopped her with a hand on her wrist.
"Alix's boss as fuck stamp of approval?" She read questioningly, turning to the pink-haired girl.
Alix grinned evilly. "It's already trademarked."
"What's it for?" Alya asked, phone already recording, ignoring Marinette's grumbling about how it wouldn't come off.
Alix posed dramatically. "It allows me to pass judgement on my people." She pushed her hair out of her eyes and ignored Marinette's 'you don't have any people,' and placed her hands on her hips. "Mari you should totally sew this on our jackets. Mine totally still fits."
Marinette had abandoned the ink on her face in favour of her books. "Those jackets are sacred Alix, I'm not changing a damn thing."
Alix pouted but popped the cap back onto her stamp and the three girls left the lockers, stepping out into the sunshine.
Exactly one week later, Ivan strolled into class after lunch with a swollen, already bruising eye and a split lip. While Rose and Mylene fussed over ice and disinfectant, the rest of the class sans Chloe and Sabrina arranged themselves around Ivan's desk, firing questions after question. He looked uncomfortable with the attention ignoring most questions and mumbling half-sentences to answer the rest. By the time Madam entered the classroom to start the lesson; the most they had gotten out of him was that he'd been involved in some kind of fight and that the other guy looked worse. What he neglected to mention, but what Nathanael and Alix had seen was that Ivan had stumbled across a group of high-schoolers bullying an elementary student with glasses and a limp, and that those high-school students hadn't taken kindly to being told to 'fuck off.' As they all shuffled back to their seats, Alix whipped out her stamp and made a stabbing motion at Ivan's forearm. A black and green glittering mess appeared on the upside of his arm and as she made her way back to her seat, he smiled.
Mylene was the third recipient of the infamous stamp. At the beginning of the new school year, Chloe had lured in an unwitting underclassman for her inner circle and unfortunately for the dark-haired girl, she'd gotten the order wrong for Chloe's morning juice.
"Potato? Potato? You're a fucking potato you stupid girl. How dare you give me this slop?" She screamed at the quivering girl before throwing the drink onto the ground. It exploded, its contents spilling onto the younger girl's shoes. To her credit, the girl didn't flinch, but she was shaking like a leaf. Mylene, Ivan, Alix and Marinette hovered by the door, watching the scene unfold in the courtyard, unsure if they should interfere, knowing that to do so would only invoke Chloe's wrath on the girl again at a later date. Marinette and Alix shared glances while Mylene shook beside them, Ivan's hand resting on her shoulder.
"She has no right to bully her like that." Mylene hissed, hands curling into fists.
The underclassman resembled Marinette in the fact that she was half Chinese, a fact Chloe relished in. It was like she was bullying her classmate and she didn't have to fear the backlash from the younger girl. Chloe continued her tirade as Marinette and Alix debated if they should step in or go find Adrien to soothe the angry beast. Ivan's hand on her shoulder kept Mylene at bay, by having been on the receiving end of Chloe's abuse, each insult to the tiny girl sent her closer and closer to releasing the personified horrification, Mylene was preparing to pounce.
"You… You!" Chloe searched for the right word. "You half-breed." She sneered, lip curling cruelly in satisfaction as the younger girl sunk into her collar, touching at her eyes that betrayed her genetics.
Mylene let out a wholly undignified squeak of indignation as she spared a glance at the half-Chinese girl beside her (who had, thankfully been deep in conversation with Alix at the time and hadn't heard) before her body quivered in anger. She felt a weight slip off her shoulder and she turned to see Ivan holding her bag, face impassive.
"Kick her ass baby; I'll hold your bag." The corner of his mouth lifted into a grin.
Without further ado Mylene tightened her fists and stormed over to her vicious classmate with such ferocity that Alix and Marinette paused their conversation to watch.
"Shit." Alix whispered, grabbing Marinette's arm.
Mylene grabbed the younger girl's hand and straightened her dress, her back to Chloe, effectively blocking the younger girl from Chloe's line of sight.
"Excuse you." Chloe stamped her foot and shoved Mylene's shoulder. "I was talking to her."
"Oh, shut up Chloe." Mylene snapped harshly. The unexpected bite in her words sent Chloe reeling backwards.
"How dare you?" She hissed once she'd recovered. "Do you know who you are-"
Mylene rounded on Chloe with fire in her eyes. "Yes I know who I'm talking to. You remind us every ten seconds how could we forget?" It was like something in Mylene had snapped and she was wielding red-hot anger like an artillery and Chloe was in the firing line. Hellfire was about to descend on Chloe Bourgeois and there was nothing she could do about it. "You need to stop acting like such a goddamned princess." Mylene advanced on Chloe, the blonde stepping back and casting a glance around for help. When none was forthcoming she was forced to look back at the tiny ball of anger in front of her. "We're all sick of it and you're definitely nothing like a princess. You're just sad and rude and selfish and mean. Grow up."
Ivan's expression was nothing short of smug pride as Mylene stomped her way back up to the group, the underclassman in tow. He offered his girlfriend her bag with a grunt that neither Marinette nor Alix could identify.
"Love you too." Mylene said tiredly as she allowed her boyfriend to steer her back inside. Alix wordlessly stamped Mylene's behind causing Mylene to jump and wipe her fingers across the back of her jeans, fingers now smudged with black ink and pink glitter.
Nino received his two days later. Alix sat on the edge of Marinette's desk, watching in amusement as Nino seethed, not even bothering to conceal his rage. His hands clenched the edge of the desk with white knuckles.
"How dare he?" He hissed through clenched teeth. "That old bastard." Adrien placed a hand on his friend's shoulder.
"Really Nino, it's fi-" He jerked his hand back as the DJ turned to face him.
"Don't say it's okay Adrien, you know it's not." Nino grabbed the model by his shoulders and shook him. "He promised you could go but what do you know, he's booked you for another photo shoot. I know your old man doesn't like me, but it's Marinette's birthday man. I thought he liked Marinette."
Adrien looked uncomfortable. "He does. Like her I mean. But he..."
Nino took off his glasses and wiped them on his shirt before replacing them. "It's because I organised it isn't it?"
Adrien looked stricken. "No it's not like that!"
Nino shook his head. Adrien's phone rang and he scrambled to answer it. "It's Nathalie." He said. "Hand on a sec." He swiped to answer the phone but before he could answer, Nino had snatched the phone out of his hand. Adrien lunged for it but Nino motioned for Kim and Alix to hold him back which they did with pleasure. Nino pressed the speakerphone button and sucked in a breath, a positively evil smirk crossing his face.
"Listen here you old hag." He snapped into the phone. "Adrien is fifteen. Fifteen! I don't know what the fuck you were doing at fifteen but I can guess you weren't going to school and managing a modelling career and dealing with an abusive asshole of a dad who won't let you see your friends. Now I don't care that he'd rich and famous and all that jazzy shit. What you're doing to this kid is totally unfair. He aces all his classes, he does fencing, he does piano, he volunteers at a fucking cat shelter for fucks sake!"
Alix lets out a bark of laughter and Adrien pales. "No one was supposed to know about that."
"He'd a model son, no pun intended, and you should be lucky to be managing him and he really wanted to go to his friend's birthday party because he really likes her and we have been waiting since the day he transferred here for them to hook up so don't tell him no you stupid old witch." He finished his rant and his breathing was heavy. There was nothing but silence on the other end. "Hello?" He asked, "Are you there?"
"Who is this?" Asked a deep masculine voice asked through the phone.
"Who is this?" Nino snapped.
"The abusive asshole of a dad apparently." Gabriel's voice crackled through the speaker. "I would like to speak to my son."
All the blood drained from Nino's face vanished as Kim and Alix released the blonde who immediately launched towards his phone.
"Father." He said breathlessly. "I- No. No. Does it matter? Yes. Nino. Yes. No father. Saturday. Yeah. Sorry, yes. Yes. Marinette, that's right. The bowler hat, yes. That's right. Yes she is." Slowly his face regained some colour as he spoke into the phone. Marinette and Alya walked into the room, unaware of the bomb that Nino had lit. "Really?" Adrien grinned broadly and thumped Nino on the back so hard that he rocketed forwards and slammed into the desk. Adrien winced and mouthed an apology before returning his attention to his father's voice. "No I understand. Yes. Yes thank you father. Thank you. Yes of course. Thank you." Adrien ended the call and put his phone face down on the desk,
"I'm so sorry man I didn't mean-" Adrien stopped his friend's words by putting his hand over the DJ's face.
"He's letting me go." He whispered. "He's letting me go!" He yelled, shaking his friend by the shoulders. "You are amazing Nino!" He laughed, thumping his friend on the back again. Alix slipped around to the front of their shared desk, lifted up Nino's cap and stamped his forehead before readjusting his cap and returning to her perch on Marinette's desk.
"That was fucking hilarious." She grinned.
One of the bravest things Kim ever did was ask someone on a date. And no, it wasn't because he thought he'd be rejected or humiliated, it was because asking this person on a date was announcing something very private to the school. That he liked boys as well as girls. And even though his crush was open about their sexuality, Kim was yet to admit anything. He had decided to do it after school. They regularly hung out anyway so it wouldn't seem entirely out of the ordinary. But he was anxious.
"Kim?" Max pushed his glasses up his nose. "You have been staring at me for 30.245 seconds."
Kim shook his head. "Sorry Max. I was thinking." He grabbed his drink and poked at the ice viciously. They had been there for an hour and he'd yet to even broach the subject of his sexuality let alone ask his long-time friend on a date.
"About?" Max hedged, picking a few fries of his plate and shoving them in his mouth without ceremony.
"Stuff."
Max rolled his eyes. "What kind of stuff Kim?" He sounded amused, like he knew something Kim didn't.
"Uh..." For once Kim didn't have a snarky comeback.
Max wiped his glasses on his shirt. "If you are going to ask me on a date Kim, you should do it now because I have a rematch with Marinette planned for this afternoon in the library remember?" His voice was neutral as he squinted at his glasses before wiping them again, unsatisfied with their cleanliness.
Kim choked on his drink. "What-How-Who-"
Max replaced his glasses. "Kim we have been friends for exactly twelve years, eight months and fifteen days. I know you." He smirked. "So ask me so I can say yes and then you don't have to be embarrassed anymore."
"Want to go to a movie on Saturday?" Kim yelled, drawing attention from surrounding diners, including a pink-haired skater girl and her tomato in the next booth. Nathanael's eyes widened at the sound of Kim's voice and Alix giggled into their milkshake.
"Alix." He hissed, snatching the drink away. "Don't backwash." He chastised her. "I have to drink this too you know."
Alix just rolled her eyes and pulled her straw towards her. "I've been waiting for the meat head to make a move on Max for years. Do you know how frustrating it is? And then there was that phase with Chloe..." She shuddered. "This is a good thing."
"You should stamp him." He suggested.
"No way, that was totally lame." Alix shook her head and leaned back, pushing against the table with her palms.
"He tried." Nathanel pressed.
"I don't have a 'you tried' stamp." Alix argued. But nevertheless she reached behind her, stretched her arm over the back of her chair and stamped the first part of Kim she could reach.
Max smirked and poked the blonde poof on his friend's head with was now stained with green and black. "Dashing."
Kim contorted his body around the side of the seat that connected his booth to the one Alix and Nathanel shared. "God damn it Alix."
Unfortunately for Kim, his long awaited date didn't come at the end of an uneventful week. By Friday most of his class had heard of their date and while those who didn't approve of their tentative relationship-which was in fact only Chloe and her only objection was that Kim shouldn't have moved on from her so fast-kept it relatively to herself, the same could not be said for his teammates. The end of Friday lunchtime showed Kim a bloody nose and a fat lip.
"Woah dude." Nino whistled as Kim explain how he'd been kicked off the track team which was accompanied by slurs and two well-places punches.
"That's so not okay." Rose said as she handed him more tissues. "Are you feeling okay?"
"Want me and Mari to go all Hummingbird and Black Panther on them?" Alix said, patting his head.
He pushed her hand away laughing nasally. "Don't worry about it. It's not that bad."
Marinette rolled her eyes. "It's really bad Kim shut up. Seriously, Rose and Alix and I can go..." Her voice lowered ominously. "You know. If you want."
Kim laughed again before wincing as Rose applied too much pressure to his nose. "You guys disbanded like a year and a half ago."
Rose smiled. "Mari's been adjusting the jackets. They still fit."
No one noticed Max silently slip out of the room.
Alya and Alix walked slowly to the library to collect the class dictionary sets having no desire to return to class quickly. Alix slowed as she heard the unmistakable sound of knuckles on flesh. The two girls shared a glance before running around the corner to see Max, glasses askew, sweat beaded on his brow and shirt untucked, holding one of Kim's track-mates by the shirt, nose to nose. Alya pulled her phone out of her pocket and began recording immediately.
"Don't," Max shook the senior's shirt. "Touch," One of his hands retracted and curled into a fist. "My boyfriend." He swung his fist into the other boy's nose.
"Oh fuck." Alix whispered. "You're getting this right?"
"Shh. You're ruining the audio." Alya waved a hand at Alix to silence her. The senior was clutching his bloody nose, holding himself off the ground with a shaky elbow.
Max stepped over the senior, readjusted his glasses and, after sparing the boy a disgusted glance, left without another word. He paused as he passed Alya and Alix, her stamp in hand and held out the back of his hand for her to stamp. She did so, still in shock and as he walked past he heard her cuss. Alya was tapping on her phone rapidly.
"You're going to send that to me right?" Alix demanded just before her phone beeped. An email from Alya with an attached file, only thirteen seconds in length, however when Alix opened the video, there was Max beating up the senior to the opening of "London Bridge" by Ferige. Alya also received her stamp that day
Rose's stamp was earned for reasons unexplained. However if you were to ask Marinette and Alix, they would inform you that it was due to the momentary return of the White Rabbit, an explanation that made everyone bar Adrien shiver in fear. When he asked about it, Nino simply shook his head.
"You're better off not knowing man."
A gold crucifix glared at Juleka and Rose from the wall, their hands clasped together tightly as they sat side by side on the couch. The dark-haired girl wrenched her gaze from it and tried to look somewhere else that wasn't her parents or a reminder of why she was so nervous.
Juleka's mother, a middle-aged woman with pristine nails and blonde hair that was never out of its tight bun during the day, blinked rapidly at her daughter. Her father's brow furrowed as he straightened his suit.
"Can you say that again honey?" Her mother asked quietly. She clasped her hands together in her lap and began twisting them in her white dress.
Juleka glanced over at the blonde girl beside her. Rose offered a smile, squeezing her hand tightly. Juleka took a deep breath. "I'm gay. I like girls." She paused. "More… More specifically… I like this girl." She saw her father's eyes zero in on their hands. "Rose is my… my girlfriend."
Her mother let out a breath. "Ah." She looked up at her husband whose eyes were still fixed on her and her girlfriend's hand. Juleka hoped Rose didn't care that she was sweating. Ah, what was she thinking, of course she didn't mind.
"Is that all?" Her father said suddenly. The goth jumped, her eyes flitting to her father's face. "My word Julie, by the way you walked in and announced that you needed to talk, I thought you'd killed a man." Juleka sank back into the couch with relief as she started to breathe again. Beside her Rose squeezed her hand.
"Sweetheart, we love you no matter what okay?" Her mother's amber eyes were honest and loving. Juleka felt the burden of her secret lift immediately as her shoulders slumped and her heart returned to its proper place in the cavity in her chest.
"We should have a code word." Her father said suddenly, all three women looked at him in confusion as he stroked his moustache thoughtfully. "You know. In case you have killed a man." Genevieve groaned but both Juleka and Rose giggled. They both felt giddy with relief. "Something inconspicuous. Like papaya! If you say that we'll know to set up the basement for our fugitive daughter. Or any of your friends. We'll harbour your criminal friends in our basement."
"George no." Genevieve rubbed her forehead with her hand.
Juleka's father grinned. "George yes." He clasped his hands together. "Would you like some tea Rose?"
Both girls received texts halfway through tea and macaroons.
Alix:
-How'd it go? DX-
Juleka:
-They took it really well an offered to set up the basement in case our friends killed someone. Dad gave us a code word and everything-
Alix:
-Good to know :3-
Juleka:
-Alix no-
Alix:
-Alix yes :3-
Juleka:
-… You'd get along really well with my dad-
Alix:
-Of course, everyone loves me. That aside, us girls are all at the park outside your house. We wanted to be here if things went wrong. We're all really proud of you Julez. Attached; Alix's boss af. jpg -
Nathanel meandered up the stairs, adjusting his bag on his shoulder. It was his first day back after the holidays-having been an Art Exhibition in London for the past three months-and for some reason unknown to him, he felt nervous. Perhaps it was the fact that he hadn't cut his hair in months and so he'd been forced to tie it up in a ponytail to stop it falling in his eyes, his bangs pinned back with crisscrossed bobby-pins. Or maybe it was that he'd changed his style, opting for a white button down instead of his usual tee. Or maybe it was the fact that he hadn't seen Alix in over three months, no that wasn't it… Was it? He opened his locker and fumbled with his books for a moment before unbuttoning the buttons at his sleeve and rolling them up to his elbows. He closed his locker and turned to see Alix beside him, eyes wide, mouth open. He flushed.
"H-hey." He greeted her.
"You got hot." She hissed accusingly. "When did that happen?" She pulled something out of her pocket and he flinched when he realised what it was.
"Alix no." She ignored him and launched herself at her friend, stamping him everywhere she could reach, mumbling curse words and something about good looks. "I can't believe you still have that." He continued, grabbing her wrists and pushing them towards her. "It's good to see you too." He grinned lopsidedly and Alix-for lack of a better word-whimpered as her mouth dropped open. He released her and rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly as he looked down at her. Down. His good-natured smile turned into a smirk as he poked her. "I'm taller than you now."
"That's so unfair." She complained.
"Life's not fair."
Sabrina was tired. She'd had enough of Chloe and she'd had enough of being miserable. But she was weak and lonely and Chloe provided someone to hide behind and someone to just be there, even if she was just a doormat. But today it was too much, today was a mess and so was she. She raised her head from her hands and glared at Chloe through her fingertips, trying to drown out her high-pitched whining. Breathe Sabrina. Count to one hundred. One. Two. Three. Fo- Chloe's whines about her parents broke through the red-head's reverie. Breathe. Now she was complaining that the shipping company had taken a day too long to deliver her shoes. Sabrina gritted her teeth.
"Oh my god, shut up." She said. Chloe stopped talking and so did the rest of the class.
"Excuse me?" Chloe snapped. "What did you just say?"
Sabrina fought the urge to shrink back into her seat. "I said shut up Chloe. I don't care about your shoes. I haven't had new shoes in the past year even though they're two sizes too small because my dad can't afford new ones so shut up about your fucking shoes, not everyone is a lucky as you to be able to afford whatever they want. I've been eating bread for a week you stupid, stuffy, rich girl."
Chloe huffed and spluttered in confusion at her underling's defiance before settling for a simple death stare as the teacher walked in.
Two weeks later, the girls from Collège Françoise Dupont snuck up to Sabrina's front door, boxes in hand, rang the door-bell and dove under the bush before the door opened.
The next day Sabrina had on a new pair of shoes with black and green smudges on the soles.
Adrien wasn't quite sure why Alix had gifted him with a stamp on Monday afternoon. As far as he was concerned he hadn't done anything 'boss as fuck' to earn it and he definitely wasn't sure why she'd taken a sharpie and scrawled the word 'finally' underneath it. More than anything it had been annoying to wash off that afternoon before his photoshoot. Sharpie and cheekbones didn't mix according to his photographer. He didn't think about it until the following evening when he picked up Marinette from her house to take her on their first official date. As she slid into the limo beside him, a beautiful pink blush dusting her cheeks, his thoughts flitted to the previous Monday for a moment before dismissing it and complimenting his new girlfriend on her dress with a cheeky 'my lady' tacked on the end.
Chloe sniffed as though Marinette smelt unpleasant. She stood in front of the class's favourite couple, her arms folded over her chest defensively, wrinkling her graduation gown.
"So." She said. Her voice was strained as though speaking was a problem and she shifted her weight from foot to foot, her eyes darting around the room in discomfort. "You're dating Adrien."
"Have been for the past six months." Marinette confirmed, but there was less bite in her words than usual.
"Yeah so…" The blonde swallowed. "You like him a lot right?"
Marinette glanced at Adrien in confusion. He shrugged his shoulders. "Yeah I do." Marinette replied finally.
"Well, he's… he's my oldest friend. So you'd better treat him right." Her words were almost venomous, but behind them Marinette could hear sincerity and affection. She squeezed her boyfriend's hand.
"Of course." She smiled up at the blonde whose nose crinkled with her next words.
"And I'm really happy for you. If he doesn't treat you right I'll sort him out for you." She finished her proclamation in one breath and then huffed as though it had been painful to speak. She didn't see Alix walk up behind her but she did feel the stamp as Alix pushed it into her shoulder, staining her white gown. Chloe let out an undignified sound before snorting with laughter. "Finally!" She laughed.
September 18th was the best day of Ellie's life. It was the day his mother passed on her most treasured possession. A stamp.
A real boyfriend knows when to hold you back and when to let you rip into a bitch. Both Ivan, Nino and Chat are a real boyfriends. Alya is also a real friend. Alix just lets you rip into anyone whenever you want.
Which one was your favourite and why? Who would you like to see more of?
16-Excuses (Finally some Mama and Papa bread!)
