Summary: Volpina does not like the new turtle miraculous holder. He is so annoying! But surprisingly sweet and funny and kind and... oh cripes.

Author's Notes: I was anonymously asked for this when I opened my request box on Tumblr. So, for my first anon, here's your turtlefox fluff! Enjoy!

Before Alya became a superhero, the only reason she didn't sleep was because of the Ladyblog and even then, unlike her BFF Marinette, she knew when to call it quits for the evening and get some shut eye.

After becoming a superhero, it was an entirely different matter.

Alya lay in her bed, staring up at the ceiling, energy coursing through her veins. The thought of being a hero still filled her with such giddy excitement that she found it difficult to close her eyes; even then, she continued to dream of flying over the city's skyline with Ladybug, Chat Noir, and… ugh…. Emerald Shield. She groaned at the thought. Emerald had joined at about the same time she had. He proved himself to be a pain in the butt. He was always shooting one-liners with Chat Noir, he… he…. Okay, so really the one-liners always got her but something about him just rubbed her the wrong way; they never could see eye-to-eye on a situation. Frankly, it was annoying.

She rolled in her bed, grabbing a pillow to scream into. That's when a flying orange fuzz ball caught her attention. Trixx giggled, her purple slanted eyes closing as she did, her brightly colored tail swaying gently beneath her. Alya stuck her tongue out at her.

"There's nothing funny here Trixx."

"Depends on which side of the glass you're standing on," she countered. "I see all sorts of funny things over this."

She sat up in her bed. Alya reached for her glasses and put them on, also turning on a lamp so that she could somewhat see.

"Fine, if it's so funny to you, you wouldn't mind helping me see the funny in it?" Trixx snickered. She flew around her head a couple of times.

"Isn't it obvious? You like…!"

"Don't you dare finish that statement," she gasped, lunging for the kwami. It flew just out of reach. Alya hit the floor with a thump. She glared up at her as she started to giggle again but it was quickly interrupted by the sound of her door opening; Trixx shot down and hid under her hair as a heavy, balding man entered the room. He was dressed in sky blue pajamas her mother had given him at Christmas one year. His tiny eyes blinked at the sight of her on the floor and she merely smiled up at him.

"Alya? What in the world are you doing on the ground?"

"I tripped getting out of bed," she lied. He entered, offering her a hand, which she took, and together, they got her on her feet. He quickly assessed her for any injuries but smiled when there were none.

"No damage done. Be careful from now on alright?"

"Oui Papa. Bonne nuit," she assured him, stooping down a bit to give him a peck on the cheek. He smiled at the gestured, patted her head, and left, leaving her standing in the room semi-alone. Trixx flew out of hiding. Alya shot her a glare of Say something, I dare you. The orange kwami shrugged. Alya, maybe in a sense of non-sleepiness, an adrenaline spike, or mere spite for the little one causing her some nighttime grief, called on her transformation, turning her into the hero Volpina. "I'm going for a run and you, my fine orange friend, can't say anything now uh?" She opened her window. Scaling the side of the building, she made it to the roof where she proceeded to call up some illusions to help her make her way across the rooftops.

Volpina was pretty sure she could hear Trixx giggling even though she was in the charm around her neck.

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Being a superhero was thrilling. She loved scaling the Eiffel Tower from the outside and sitting on the massive beams that held it in place; it gave her such a feeling of freedom that it made her heart swell. She also liked the impervious status of the suit (as she'd learned from some previous akuma battles). Volpina kicked her legs over the side. She hummed a little song as she watched the cars of the city flow by like fireflies over a stream. It was a magical night to be out and about. A breeze pushed some hair into her face and she unceremoniously shook it out.

"I knew you were an animal but I didn't expect you to act like one either."

Her eyes narrowed. Turning quickly, she found a green covered person standing off to the side, leaning back against one of the cross beams, a smirk plastered on his face as he looked down at her.

She wanted to hiss.

… Did foxes hiss? If not, she was going to start a trend.

She turned away from him with an indignant humph, "What are you doing here Emerald?" There was silence for a few moments as he thought out his answer. This was going to be good. Maybe she would finally get a chance to put him in his place as his egotistical mouth had needed for the last three months or so.

Instead, he whispered, "Well, I happen to see an orange blur go by my window and of course with it being so late, I was concerned. I came to see if you were alright Fox."

That got her. She turned again, surprised, and sure she was going to have whiplash by the end of the night. The usual defiance in his eyes for her wasn't there tonight, they only sparkled with genuine concern that really, really, really threw her for a loop. To cover, she waved a hand, facing back over the horizon. "Well, I'm alright. Everything's good. There's no akuma. You're good to go." Apparently her assurances meant nothing to him. Instead of leaving footsteps like she expected, she heard them get closer and closer until they stopped and a set of legs appeared over the edge with her own. Emerald didn't look at her. He too stared off over the horizon. A few minutes passed in relative silence; a breeze once more rustled the back of her hair but this time, she gently tucked it out of the way.

"I know," he started slowly, "I know the two of us haven't been getting along. There are times I can be annoying and probably taking after Chat Noir isn't helping the situation is it?"
She snickered, "No, not really." He smiled.

"Then again, it doesn't help that you take after Ladybug so much either." She raised a shocked hand to her chest, almost insulted by the statement. He raised his own in surprise. "Hear me out. It's fine to use LB as a model since we're both so new at this but don't you think we're taking it to the extremes?" Her ears flattened. He was right. He sighed, running a hand over his neck, looking appropriately abashed. "I'm not going to lie: I kinda hooked on to Chat because I wanted to be just as popular as they are; I wanted to prove to Paris that I am a superhero just as much as the other too."

"Yeah," she whispered, "Me too. I spent so much time watching LB before that I wasn't really… sure how to be a superhero. It was just habit afterwards."

"Then let's do something about it," he smirked. Turning to face her more, he offered a hand, "Hi, I'm Emerald Shield, holder of the Turtle Miraculous and from this day forth, I am my own superhero. No more puns for me. I leave that to the cat." She chuckled, taking his hand.

"I'm Volpina, holder of the Fox Miraculous. I'm my own hero too. I'll leave the plans to LB and promise to not get in a fighting match with you again."

"Really? That would be pawesome." He laughed when her face twisted in disgust at the pun and he raised a hand, "Joking. I'm joking. But seriously, that was it on the puns." She rolled her eyes.

"Don't lie. You're going to be shooting them off with Chat again at the first opportunity."

"I swear to goodness I won't."

"Fine then how about a bet? Ten francs say otherwise after the next akuma." He slapped her hand.

"Deal." He stood then. "Well, as fun as this has been Fox, we both need to get some sleep. Think you're alright to do that now?" He offered her a hand.

She took it, "Yeah. I'm feeling a lot better. Thanks for talking with me Emerald." He nodded.

"Bonne nuit Volpina."

"Bonne nuit Emerald Shield." He gave her a salute with two fingers before pulling out his shield and using it almost like a hover board, he flew off into the night. She watched until he was out of sight.

When she was sure he was gone, she groaned and covered her face with both of her hands, groaning, "Trixx is never going to let me live this down. But… Gah! Fine! He is just too cute!" Her necklace quivered. She gave it a gentle slap before calling up her own method of getting home and disappearing out into the Paris night.