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Thinking about the other heroes seeing Hawkmoth use their miraculous, knowing their kwami—their friend and partner—is being used like a tool and there’s NOTHING they can do but stand and watch…
You know what I wanna see in s5? I want my heroes to go help and fight without the need of a miraculous. I wanna see Kagami and Luka and Nino and Alya, Zoe, Juleka, Rose and Milene and Max, Kim, Ivan, Sabrina, Nathaniel and Marc.
I want us to see them fully and clearly as the brave and loyal kids they are, the valuable forces of change and care and good that Ladybug and Chat Noir need right now.
Baseless prediction: I think Psychomedian is gonna do a sort of personality swap among the girl squad.
I’ll open with saying that I believe nothing particularly important will happen in this episode and it’s basically pure filler. Also, it’s episode 5, only two after GoS, but before the girls’ hero episodes. We know from the Ukrainian dub leak that the girl squad is talking about Marinette’s lack of Adrienette progress in the cafeteria, and there’s a flashback to Gigantitan. We also know from the synopsis that Psychomedian can inflict specific emotions on people.
I think that this episode will have some indirect post-GoS reconciliation and pre-hero episode proof of how Marinette trust her girlies. Maybe they try to set Adrienette up on a date to Harry Clown’s show? Anyways. All of the girls show certain emotions more than others, and according to concept art, Psychomedian has four masks: happy, angry, sad, and afraid.
Out of the five girls, my baseless prediction leaves out Alya because she’s a more major, complex character who shows a wider range of emotions, and she’s the only one who got true closure after GoS. The rest of them probably think Marinette blew up at them over her relationship issues.
If I had to assign one of Psychomedian’s emotions to the girls, I’d say Rose is the happy one, Alix is angry, Juleka is sad, and Mylene is afraid. Of course, they’re all happy most of the time, and Juleka is anxious a lot, but this is the most simple distribution.
I predict Psychomedian will change all of them to the emotion they experience the least. Rose will be bitter with a short fuse, Alix will be a coward, Juleka will be overly cheerful, and Mylene will sulky and depressed. Cue hilarious shenanigans and weirdly high levels of characterization a la Gigantitan.
It seems inevitable that this will happen with Ladybug and Chat Noir, but between that and the akuma’s design, I don’t think they’d turn their long-time-in-the-works guest star episode into a dollar store Reverser remake, especially since that and the original Gagotor were probably being conceived in the same period and planned to air within the same season. And I bet they’ll both be hit by more than one emotion throughout the fight, but adding the girls into the mix would make it fresh and fun to me, especially if they’re trying to help during the battle or getting up to something beyond a few comedic relief throwaway lines.
This post is a mile long, so for that reason I’m putting a read more very early in. That being said, I got like, every character in the season four intro in here, all several times at least, and a few other characters, so come get y’all juice. If you read all of them ily and also which one is/which ones are your favorite(s)?
The semi-popular headcanon that Kagami and Ondine go to the same school and are jock friends? *chefs kiss*
There’s also that,,, not even headcanon,,,, but theory that Alix used to be friends with Chloe and Sabrina as a mean girl trio. It’s based on scrapped early concepts where Alix was the third mean girl, and their three names referenced the main trio of Totally Spies which Astruc worked on. Considering how ml likes to work its scrapped ideas into canon, I think it’s plausible that this could come up in the show, and it’d explain the interesting way Chloe and Alix interact.
Chloe can’t bring herself to treat Alix the way she treats everyone else because she’s intimidated by the person Alix used to be, or maybe she misses that Alix? On the other hand, Alix cut Chloe off completely when she became a better person, and she doesn’t feel bad giving her a taste of her own medicine, but she isn’t scared of her like everyone else because she’s seen her normal side.
Mylene has a little ukelele she plays sometimes while Ivan plays his hand drum. She knows the basics, and occasionally they sing too.
When Marinette was younger, she was obsessed with those popular crafts like lanyard and bead stuff, rainbow loom, and duct tape fashion. She made Tom and Sabine a duct tape wallet and lanyard keychain and they were like aww. One day they walked into her room to see a full ball gown made of duct tape and woven beads and were like AAA
*Marinette cocking a hot glue gun* “wanna know how I got these scars”
When Alya goes to art club she’s usually developing photos from candid street photography
When Max is there he’s either 3D printing little knick knacks or working on making games. His akuma fighting game was a street fighter-like 2D game with pixel sprites, but he’s trying to learn 3D modeling so he can make something more complex.
Marc and Nathaniel’s manga contains information about Ladybug and Chat Noir that they should have absolutely no way of knowing.
Kagami reads their work religiously, but she only noticed the dedication to Marinette in volume one after a few rereads.
Kagami in the locker room: Marinette, your conversation with Adrien a moment ago was just like when Reverser first met The Mightillustrator. In the book, they- Marinette: Marc and Nath? I’m the one who set them up in the first place. Kagami:W-Mari: they’re literally upstairs right now. Wanna go meet them? Kagami:Wh-
Alya and Nino are both massive film nerds. Nino is obvious (Horrificator, Queen Banana) but have you seen Alya’s insta? Constant movie dates with her bf and all the besties. (I counted. Six different posts plus two on Mari’s account and one on Alya’s about Nino making a new film) They watch almost everything notable that comes out and talk about the movies in that pretentious film bro way, but they’re both so into it.
Whatever is going on with Alix and Nath’s hair? They did that together. 2am, random scissors, box dye. That’s gotta be canon, there’s no other explanation.
Zoe listens to Girl in Red and Clairo and stuff (I say this as someone who doesn’t)
Sabrina is scary good at FPSs
Going on stupid one-on-one adventures with Kim is like Zuko Field Trips from ATLA. Truly a formative experience. Have you really lived if you haven’t followed Kim on a dare, messed around, and made some dumb choices? All his friends have.
You also haven’t lived if you don’t have a friendship bracelet woven by Rose
Alix can’t swim
Ivan gets all the tea in class. He sits there in unsuspecting silence minding his own business, but he’s in the perfect location to hear everyone’s conversations at once, even when they’re whispering. Don’t worry, your secrets are safe with him.
Nath chose to sit alone in the back so he could have personal space and privacy while he drawssleepsslacks off learns, but Ms. Bustier just had to put Lila right next to him. He quickly starts to dislike her not because he knows of her true nature but because she just never shuts up like oh my god how can anyone talk so much about nothing? He doesn’t know she’s lying, but that doesn’t matter because he stopped listening anyways.
Eventually, Nath moves into the empty seat next to bestie Ivan and Lila is left alone in the back.
Everyone always expects Juleka to be something goth and/or scary on Halloween, like a vampire or classic horror movie masked serial killer, but she loves dressing up as girlboss villains. Once she was Harley Quinn while Rose was Poison Ivy, and once it was the other way around. That Harley wig was revamped from her Junko Enoshima cosplay from years past. Recently she pulled off a Cruella design that made Marinette wish she came up with it first.
Chloe, wearing a bee costume that’s actually just a cute outfit with an antennae headband: In Girl World, Halloween is the one night of the year when a girl can dress like a total slut and no other girls can say anything about it. Alix wearing a Meowth onesie: Meowth, that’s right!
Nath and Marc are Jesse and James. They came up with the idea.
Mylene is one of those girls whose insta story is always full of activism posts
Nino feels the need to appear cool and mature in the media he consumes. He’d be embarrassed if someone caught him listening to dance pop off the top 100 or watching the Ice Age movies. He leaves those movies out of his Letterbox, and he has one of those performative Spotifies where all his “cool” songs are organized by vibe in playlists with pretentious names and captions, and they all have matching aesthetic photography as the covers.
Adrien is the opposite. His Spotify is a mess of spontaneously made playlists of songs he felt like listening to in the moment as well as oddly specific playlists. He only makes them look nice if they’re for someone else, but otherwise they’re either cover/captionless with the default Playlist #n name or names like songs to appease the cheese demon, classical music to cry over algebra to, Ninocore, Chloe watch One Piece, and Persona 4 Dancing All Night OST.
Rose is so good at getting people gifts. She knows exactly what everyone would like, and if she sees something that reminds her of someone while shopping she’ll just buy it and hold onto it. Or not. Surprise present!
Mari, Kim, and Nino childhood friends headcanon my beloved
Zoe and Marc don’t refer to each other as friends, but rather as lab partners, which they are. The word “friend” doesn’t capture the frenemy bond between two people who are surviving Mendeleiev’s class together. Zoe keeps skipping parts of the procedure or accidentally messing up measurements like haha oopsie daisy and Marc’s like *deep breath* yeah :) haha :) oopsie daisy :) you’ll get it next time, though :) …right?
He’s a perfectionist, control freak on a bad day. Falling behind makes him super anxious, but he also hates when his work isn’t as good as it could be if he had more time. He’s one of those people who hates group projects because he doesn’t trust the work of his group members to meet his standards.
Sabrina’s into murder mysteries and true crime. She watches documentaries late at night and tries to stay ahead of the narrator by analyzing the evidence.
Crime and mystery TV/movies, even the fictional ones, scare tf out of Chloe, as much as she tries to hide it. She makes Sabrina watch corny chick flicks, romances, and hallmark Christmas type movies when they have sleepovers.
Juleka would love to decorate her room with something super aesthetic like a bookshelf full of vintage tomes or a shelf full of candles and cool glass trinkets, but alas, she cannot because. Boat.
Luka doesn’t have this problem because he’s fine with few decorations. He likes the simplicity, open space, and natural light. He’s a minimalist, and he finds his twin’s maximalism overwhelming.
Juleka bullies Luka, but Luka can’t bully Juleka without feeling awful about it afterwards.
Juleka practices cosmetology on Luka, and she’s been doing it since they were little. She got one of those kiddy makeup things for the holidays once, and turned him into a clown, but these days the things she does are much more impressive.
Alix makes friends everywhere she goes. She’s like the “guy who knows a guy” of the group because she has connections everywhere. You thought Marinette meets every single person in Paris? Alix has met their pets and sends them happy birthday texts. Her snap score is insane.
Markov sees himself as mentally a bit younger than Max and his friends even though he’s physically less than a year old, yet contains more knowledge than they can ever hope to learn in a lifetime.
Markov emulates DS games and speed runs them. He’s always looking for new bugs to take advantage of. Despite his ability to do a ton of things at once, he can become so absorbed that he doesn’t pay attention to the things going on around him
Markov:*mindlessly following Kim and Max after school* *bumps into a pole* Max: whoa, Markov? Are you oka- wait. You’re speed running Super Mario 64 again, aren’t you. Markov: … *blank stare* Max: yeah, okay. Please fly higher when we’re crossing the street, though?
Marinette has Operation Secret Garden code names for all of her friends, y’know, just in case.
Kagami is Nightshade, Zoe is Daffodil, Luka is Iris, Nino is Carnation, Kim is Morning Glory, Max is Hyacinth, Markov is Phlox, Ivan is Foxglove, Nath is Amaranth, Marc is Hibiscus, Chloe is Marigold, Sabrina is Zinnia, and Lila is Lilac (subtle). Good luck remembering who’s who now, Rose. I mean, Tulip. I mean, Rose.
Mylene is the secret prank master, but she doesn’t pull practical jokes very often, so she goes unnoticed. When Alix and Kim are in a heated prank war, Alix comes to her for help the way the hero of a martial arts movie will walk into an unassuming restaurant, say the secret code, and be ushered into the dojo basement to learn the ways of the hidden master.
Speaking of restaurant, the hc that Kim’s parents run a Vietnamese restaurant? Very good.
Nath is immune from pranks because he’s paranoid. No horror movies or weird unreality jokes either
Alya found Marc’s tumblr. She knows it’s his because it’s linked to his AO3 and she recognizes his writing. She reads it. A lot. His icon is Celestia Ludenberg over the rainbow pride flag. She will never tell him because if she did, he’d have a heart attack and die.
Chloe has a private spam insta that very few people are allowed to see
At first, Ivan and Adrien’s other friends from school are intimidated by Luka because,,, cool mature guy,,, but soon the tables turn and Luka is kinda intimidated by them because they could sit down, craft an elaborate bank robbery plan, carry it out successfully, and be home in time for dinner just for fun. They run around Paris doing dumb things and he’s trying so hard to mom friend them.
Marinette always uses the “class representative” excuse to be the leader of the group and take care of her classmates. Mireille is the class rep for Mendeleiev’s class and all she does on a normal day is take the attendance down to the office. Mari knows the details of everyone’s lives like Santa.
“I’ll start getting better grades if I just buckle down and study, really” “but I’m your class representative! Let me tutor you” “As your class representative, it’s my duty to attend your extracurricular sports competitions and performances” “Marinette, it’s a papercut. It’ll get better on its own” “what kind of class representative would I be if I let you walk around with the risk of infection? Let me clean that and put a bandaid on it”
Kim is really good at cooking. At first, nobody trusts him around sharp objects and fire, but he goes full dad mode at the stove. He loves the attention that comes with feeding a bunch of hungry teenagers and listening to their compliments.
If you’re feeling under the weather, Rose will be at your front door with a homemade care package as soon as she finds out.
I think this is canon? But Ivan shaves the slit onto his eyebrow ‘cause it looks cool. No scar or anything. Just badass aesthetic
Trans Nath trans Nath trans Nath
One of the biggest reasons why Max started building Markov is so that he wouldn’t be lonely at home when his mom goes to astronaut school, and later, space
Marc can get super competitive playing games. No one likes playing cards against him ‘cause he nearly always wins. Don’t even think about Monopoly. Full Nicole Watterson mode
Ivan’s family is Eastern European
Aurore is like the “Queen B” of Mendeleiev’s class, but her mean girl act is more sassy and iconic whereas Chloe is just a bully. Aurore can be self absorbed and entitled at times, but overall she’s pretty well liked. After she lost the weather girl competition, she started goin out of her way to be supportive of the people around her and hype them up.
When Ondine exists outside of the swimming pool, which she does, her street clothes are typically athletic, like leggings and jogging jackets. She wears a lot of flannels. Oh yeah, and canon reminder, she’s suuuper tall.
The canon idea that Juleka got held back one year is a result of retcon bs, but I like the hc that she was held back as a result of her anxiety. I also have an idea that Anarka noncommittally homeschooled the twins as kids, and Juleka ended up being a year behind the typical curriculum while Luka was fine.
Nath and Alix aren’t keen on going out with the whole friend group. They much prefer spending time with one or a few people at a time.
Adrien and Kagami are forced to go to all these rich people events chock full of Paris elite, and even though they’ve met all sorts of celebrities in person, they’re pretty done with them. They’re much more starstruck by their own friends than Jagged Stone, XY, or Prince Ali. Their autographed Kitty Section CDs (cover art by Marinette, burned onto blank disks on Max’s laptop) are more valuable to them than their autographed CDs of Clara Nightingale’s unreleased next album.
I have sooo many future headcanons that I think they deserve their own post, so I left them all out of this one. I will make a future hc post… in the future. >:)
If you made it to the end, here’s your virtual pound-it from me <3
Omg wait we have a new love square,,, that means we need new arbitrary ship names! You guys were so quick with Julerose, Pigleka, Tigrose, and Tigrella (although I prefer Pigresse). Allow me to present the Myvan love square:
Myvan
Mousevan is my favorite option, but we can do Polyvan, or the funny version, Minivan
Oxène is cute and sounds like oxen
Polytaurox is clean and straightforward, and although Polymouse doesn’t have mini in her name, Minitaurox is a cute alternative
Alfonso leaned against a wall, nearly in the shadows as Jayden walked by. The other boy never called him by his first name, only his last, as if they were mere acquaintances instead of classmates who’d known each other for eleven years.
Jayden mentally shrugged off his rudeness, used to it by now. Alonso was an excellent detective, blessed with an eye for detail and one of the best at clue analysis. Unfortunately he’d always had a beef with Jayden and his family. The Marlowes had joined the Society around the same time as the Spades; both had started as working class private detectives who frequently got their hands dirty and sometimes meted out their own justice when the law failed. Jayden’s family was slightly more prestigious, even though both families were considered Founders. The distinction had never bothered Jayden; he believed the world always needed more good detectives and Alfonso was just as good as he was. As a Marlowe, Alfonso disagreed and it had prevented the boys from becoming friends.
He decided to be honest with the other boy and maybe recruit some help. “The usual, Marlowe. Aside from the initial crime scene all we’re getting is crumbs. The trail went cold weeks ago and aside from someone trying to kill Barry and Felicity, we’ve heard nothing.”
Alfonso scoffed, looking smug and superior. “I take it you haven’t checked the chatter on the Dark Web. Someone was looking for someone to teach them how to hack into a car’s computer system.” He shrugged as if tracking down who tried to murder two Legacy students was of no interest to him. Perhaps it wasn’t. Marlowe’s in general were like that.
Jayden looked at Alfonso. Despite trying to appear casual and nonchalant, his body language was a little tense. Did he have information to share, or, and this was more likely, he wanted to be asked to help in the investigation. He could have just asked but Spade knew Marlowe was too proud. He also liked to make things complex on purpose to show how clever he was. It was something he had in common with Barry but Jayden knew better than to compare two of his classmates out loud.
“Sounds like you’re ahead of me, Marlowe.” Jayden spoke trying to emphasize his tone to convey how impressed he felt, to a level Alfonso would easily recognize.
Alfonso just shrugged, looking like he didn’t care what Jayden said but Spade knew better. Marlowe loved every opportunity he had to one-up a fellow Legacy student and Spade had just handed him one. He didn’t have to know Jayden had done it on purpose; everyone was allowed to have their pride. It did make things easier for Jayden on occasion too so it was an overall win.
“You sound like just the guy I need to talk to,” Jayden said and Alfonso blinked in surprise. He had expected to be mocked and dismissed but Spade seemed genuinely impressed. “I need someone to do some digging for me. Someone who’s good at hacking and won’t get caught. Someone not afraid to get their hands dirty for a good cause.”
“That’s me.“ Marlowe hesitated as if considering the offer. "You want me to do a deep dive?”
Jayden nodded. As usual, Alfonso didn’t need every little detail explained to him. “If you don’t mind.”
For a second he thought the other boy was going to refuse but then he cracked a grin and said, “What the hell. I need a challenge and was going to check it out anyway.” For a second his mask of jaded cynicism slipped. “Besides, Professor Akunin was a good guy. He deserves better and his killer deserves the slammer. I’ll do what I can, Spade.”
Jayden nodded again. “That’s all I can ask of anyone. Will you let me know when you find out something?”
Marlowe grabbed the brim of an imaginary fedora and nodded. “I’ll be in touch,” he told his classmate and stolled away.
*****
“Bravo! Bravo!” Amelie leaped from her director’s chair and applauded. “Gio, darling, I knew you’d be perfect as Marlowe. You and Allen play off each other so well. Your resentment just…seethes. The audience will love the tension between these characters.”
Gio went from arrogant to humble. “I do what I can. I’m enjoying the character. All villains should be this nuanced.”
“Nah,” Allen disagreed and nudged Gio’s shoulder. “I wouldn’t call Marlowe a villain. More like…” he mentally groped for the right term. “Morally ambiguous. He’s jealous and resentful but there’s a halfway decent person there too.”
Allen and Gio high fived each other and walked off set while the crew set up for the next scene.
Claude met them before they could reach the craft services table. “Hey, Gio, do you have a minute? I need to talk to you.” He looked at Allen and then back at Gio. “Alone.”
The Italian boy looked at Allen who just shrugged. He had no idea what his friend was talking about either. Allen also didn’t have much time to spare so he wasn’t too bothered not knowing. He could always ask what happened later.
Gio thought for a minute, then shrugged. “I have a few hours before they shoot my next scene. Why not?”
“Great!” Claude turned around and then beckoned for Gio to follow him.
“This better not be another attempt to make me try your cooking,” Allen could hear Gio say as they walked off.
“Damn, burn someone’s eyebrows one time,” Claude muttered.
Allen remembered Claude’s one and only attempt atflambé. Never again.
*****
Lila was in the hall when Claude appeared with Gio beside him. She decided to ingratiate herself with the clearly weak-willed Claude while clever Felix and hostile Allegra weren’t around to shield him. “Claude! Good morning!” She decided to go the nervous ingenue route. “Do you have a minute to help me-”
Instead of answering Claude grabbed Gio by the shoulder and shot past Lila before she could finish her sentence. “Not right now! Felix and Allegra need to see Gio right away!”
Gio barely had time to shrug in apology as he was dragged away by his fellow actor. Lila smiled and waved until they were out of sight, then scowled. Ignored! Her! Gio was attractive and talented, but she was a featured Gabriel model, practically his muse. Soon to be famous or not, they had no right to ignore her.
She fumed and went to find a private place to sulk. Unfortunately they were filming on location today so there was no way for her to be akumatized nor could she get anyone else akumatized. After last time a few of the secondary cast members knew to be wary of her and the principal cast continued to pretend she didn’t exist unless they had a scene with her.
Nearly all of her attempts to elevate her station had failed. Sure, she’d befriended Gio, a clearly up and coming actor and useful acting coach but it wasn’t enough. Maybe she could use him to achieve her own fame but what if he got tired of her and moved on to some other girl before she was done with him? Her usual charms weren’t working with the more important members of the cast and no one was impressed with her stories. Many of them had actually worked with people like Basilberg and didn’t believe her. The head of security asked her smartphone if Jagged Stone had ever owned a cat while looking her straight in the eye.
No one had the time or inclination to cater to her. When she tried to get special exemptions while claiming she had medical conditions the on-site medical staff demanded proof of all things. When she couldn’t produce a doctor’s note they turned away, shaking their heads as if disappointed in her. One of them had the gall to say they’d checked her medical records and there was no mention of tinnitus or arthritis and they could call and confirm with her mother if she wanted them to.
No one stopped to check on her when she pretended to cry, just told her to save her tears for when the cameras were rolling. Otherwise, she was holding up production and her role was small enough that recasting her would be easy.
Mylene and Ivan spent most of their time on-set. They were usually such gullible idiots they should have been easy to manipulate. Unfortunately both were kept very busy, especially Mylene. The crew ranted and raved about her natural acting ability and Lila had to keep a smile on her face when she really wanted to throw up. The other girl did have acting talent but she didn’t have what counted in the entertainment business and that was a pretty face and a nicely toned body. Lila worked out for thirty minutes a day while Mylene clearly never missed a meal in her life. She was short and dumpy and only a gigantic oaf like Ivan would have noticed her and vice versa.
It wasn’t fair. Mylene was a supporting actress at best and Lila was being wasted in a glorified cameo.
Her thoughts drifted to Marinette Dupain-Cheng and her lip curled in disgust. Talk about waste and the unfairness of life…that simpering brat had somehow lucked her way into a lead role, acting opposite Felix and that hot blue-haired boy.
She thought starting a smear campaign against Marinette would have worked with the film cast as easily as it had worked in college but the teens here weren’t as easily led and the adults weren’t stupid. Plus, everyone did their research and wouldn’t be so conveniently fooled. True, Allegra still hated her; her outright aggressive hostility had cooled into frigid dislike but she’d thought the blonde would have encouraged her friend to have fired Marinette by now.
Lila had felt a little bit of hope when the brat had frozen while filming her first scene but Claude leaped at the chance to help her relax and she hadn’t had more than one retake since. As loath as she was to compliment the girl, her acting was not bad.
And the near accident? That should have worked! Marinette should be dead or disabled but no, the stunt crew was impressed that she managed to stop a runaway vehicle by herself. That girl always had a solution to everything and it made Lila want to puke in her face.
She would have to be more careful next time. Involving Felix had been a mistake; if anything had happened to him his protective, sentimental mother would have shut down production immediately, money be damned and would have had everyone investigated. Marinette or Chloe would definitely implicate her and if someone were to dig into her background or contact her mother she’d be screwed. It was all she could do to keep her mother from visiting the set. No, she’d keep Felix out of it next time.
He was a lot more clever than his cousin, no naivete or belief she could be a better person. He treated her with barely disguised contempt most of the time unless they were in a scene together. Every now and then he’d compliment her acting choices and she felt oddly pleased. She was learning a lot from Gio and was putting it to good use. She was confident she could use this role to springboard into something bigger but that could take months or years! She wanted to be rich and famous now!
Lila clenched her teeth and it was all she could do not to throw something or tear up the set. That would be an incredibly bad idea. Unfortunately, so would being mean or rude to the crew, even if they deserved it. She was pretending to be the good girl, the eager young actress trying to make her big break.
She’d hoped she’d have a rich spineless boyfriend and a world famous modeling career by now. Unfortunately her mark found his own girlfriend, a girl who wouldn’t hesitate to cut her in half and had a rich influential family who far outshadowed the Rossis. To make matters worse M. Agreste was withholding her modeling sessions until she brought him something he could use against the Graham de Vanilys or locate the ring they’d stolen. No luck so far. They never discussed anything personal in front of her and both of them kept their offices locked. Security magically showed up to chase her away whenever they caught her anywhere near so she couldn’t even try picking the locks.
It wasn’t in her nature to wait her turn when she could just create an opportunity. Still fuming to herself she weighed her options. She’d blown her chance with Felix and his friends by coming on too strong to his friend. Amelie wasn’t the harmless fluff she pretended to be and the thought of sucking up to Mylene made her gag.
Marinette’s face appeared in her mind again. She’d dearly love to punch her in that sweetly smiling mouth, stomp her in the stomach until she cried, pull her hair out and drop a camera dolly on her.
Her violent fantasy made her feel better and once she’d cheered herself up an idea popped into her head. If she could pull it off without having it be connected to her, she would be rid of Marinette. Perhaps forever.
Well, that might be a step too far but she’d always looked good in black.
*****
Ivan Bruel shuffled up the steps to a modest apartment and gently rang the doorbell. He waited two minutes and tried not to fidget as he waited for the resident to come and let him in.
After three minutes the door cracked open and Fred Haprele’s lanky form appeared in the doorframe. “Ivan! Always good to see you!”
The boy smiled and gave his girlfriend’s dad a sheepish wave. “Hi, M. Haprele.”
The man laughed and invited him inside. “Ivan, we’ve talked about this, remember? At home, I’m just Fred.”
“Thanks…Fred,” Ivan tried not to stumble over the name as he followed his former teacher further into his home. “Sorry.”
Fred looked stern for a minute then grinned. “It’s an old habit. I understand. Now let’s hurry up. Mylene said she didn’t have a lot of scenes to shoot today so she’ll be home by three.”
“Yes sir. I mean…Fred.”
***** “Has the resin cured?”
Fred Haprele had turned his bedroom into a crafting workshop because he occasionally made his own backdrops for work. He just kept his clothes in the small wardrobe and slept in the living room. Mylene had her own room, of course, and they shared a bathroom.
“See for yourself.” Fred showed Ivan their project on his worktable.
Ivan smiled. The love song/poem he’d written for Mylene over two years ago was clearly legible beneath thick layers of clear resin. Flattening the paper between two heavy books had completely smoothed out the wrinkles he’d made after crumpling it up. After spraying the paper with several layers of spray sealer Fred had helped him pour the liquid resin over the paper. After three days it had hardened and cured into a firm plastic sheet.
It hadn’t been easy to come to the Haprele place without Mylene noticing. He’d told Allen he’d needed some time off and why and Allen agreed. He usually timed his visits during one of Mylene’s shoots and hated the fact he couldn’t watch her act. She looked so confident and fierce, like she’d been acting all her life. It was wonderful to see her like that and he hoped his sweetheart could see herself as she really was someday too.
The man noticed how soft and tender the boy’s face had become and knew Ivan was thinking about his wonderful little girl. “I know this might sound hypocritical coming from me, but we have to move things along. No procrastinating.”
The boy blushed and stammered out an apology and the man chuckled. “I understand. When you’re in love with someone wonderful, it’s hard not to think of them all the time.”
Ivan sighed, picturing what he hoped would be absolute surprise and happiness when Mylene opened her gift. “It’s hard to believe it’s been two years.”
“Happy anniversary,” Fred told him and handed him gloves and protective goggles. Then he made sure both of their respirators were connected and functioning properly. “Safety first.”
“Right. Thanks.”
Ivan and Fred put on the personal protection equipment and then the man got a little hammer. Handing it to the boy he said, “Try to be precise and make two centimeter long pieces. Control your strength so the shards don’t fly up and hit you.”
He followed the man’s instructions and used the hammer to break the sheet into chunks. Once the entire sheet was disassembled Ivan put the hammer down while Fred dug through his supplies to find some sandpaper.
The two sat down and began sanding down the fragments into beads. “So,” Fred asked, making conversation, “besides the gift, do you have any plans for your anniversary? Two years is practically a decade in Teen Years.”
Ivan ducked his head and tried to concentrate on his piece. “Well, there’s this new eco-friendly cafe I thought Mylene would like. Their food is all organic and fair trade, plus it’s mostly vegetarian.”
“Mylene will love it,” Fred praised.
They worked in silence, slowly turning the sharp shards into beads. Ivan might have sanded a little too hard and exposed the paper but that was a small piece and there was more than enough for what he wanted to make.
“I’m very lucky you know,” Ivan said after being quiet for twenty minutes. “I know I’m big and scary and don’t smile a lot but there’s more to me than that. Mylene saw past this big broody exterior and saw me, all of me.” He still couldn’t believe his luck.
The man chuckled, then said. “That’s a funny coincidence,” he looked at the boy. His eyes were kind. “Mylene says the same about you.”
Ivan smiled, gray eyes hopeful. “Really?”
“Really really,” Fred smiled as he remembered the first time his little mouse had brought over her hulk of a boyfriend. Her honey eyes shone with joy as she introduced the huge but shy boy as “mon petit-ami”. He’d wanted to laugh because the whole school knew it already but he pretended like it was new to him and welcomed Ivan into his hope for the first time.
Ivan was enormous and strong but filled with compassion and sensitivity. Plus he was a talented drummer who loved performing with loud gusto for his petite girlfriend. His daughter was gentle and kind but passionate about causes she believed in. Ivan supported and shared her views, often accompanying her to rallies and encouraging her to take bigger and bigger parts in school plays. Fred thought they balanced each other perfectly.
They had a sort of glow about them when they were together. It turned his pretty little mouse into a raving beauty when her beau was around.
Fred remembered that feeling. He and Denise had once been in love like that. It hadn’t been a shocking clap of thunder kind of love but the gentle sort that grew over time. They had struggled the first few years as Mime work wasn’t steady and Fred got his teaching license to supplement their income while Denise finished her degree in Paleontology. They found out they were expecting a year after she finished.
Suddenly his part time work wasn’t so bad because that meant he could stay home with the baby when Denise needed to be elsewhere. It got even easier when Mylene was old enough to enter ecole.
Then Denise was in great demand, her skills needed as a joint Argentinian-French paleontology dig was announced to take place in Patagonia. They tried to make it work but Denise’s assignment was extended from one to four years. They found it harder and harder to stay in contact, or even in love. Fred filed divorce proceedings once his wife was back in France. Mylene was then nine, old enough to understand. They had both sat her down and explained they loved her very much but didn’t love each other enough any more to stay together. It was not her fault, it wasn’t anyone’s fault. It was just life.
The split was amicable and after a year Denise left again, this time to China. She did her best to stay in touch and often sent Mylene little trinkets and tons of photos.
His daughter and her boyfriend had more in common. Fred hoped they would last longer.
“Um…Fred? I have all the shards sanded into beads. Is it time to drill them?”
He’d been so lost in thought he hadn’t even noticed. “Yes, but I’ll handle it,” he smiled at the boy. “I doubt your mom would let you after the last time.”
Ivan laughed. “That’s what happens when your mom is a heart surgeon. I didn’t even need stitches.”
*****
Amelie sent an email to her principal actors on Sunday night. She told them to dress comfortably because they were going to be taking ballroom dancing lessons and they had to be on set at 9am sharp.
Felix, Claude, Allegra and Allen were already there when Luka got there. He had traded his usual hoodie and ripped jeans in favor of loose cargo shorts and a polo shirt.
The group looked at him, then behind him, as if they expected a second person to magically appear.
“Where’s Marinette?” Claude asked before anyone else could.
Luka raised his eyebrows. “Why would you think she’d be with me?”
Claude looked back at his friends then shrugged. “You two just seemed so close.”
“We’re…friends,” Luka hesitated over the word. They didn’t need to know he wanted to be so much more to Marinette. “But we live in opposite directions. It’s actually faster for us to meet here.”
He also looked around. “Is Chloe not filming us today?”
“My mom wanted to do some shopping but didn’t want to go alone so Chloe volunteered to go with her.” Felix didn’t add that Chloe desperately craved “mother-daughter” time and had latched onto his mother to receive it. He might have compared it to a barnacle latching onto a ship if Felix was asked but no one did so he kept that to himself. He complained out loud about having to share his mom but didn’t actually mind. Audrey Bourgeois was a lousy mother and Chloe needed a better female role model. Felix only hoped that with time that overly sensitive to be included vibe she was in lately for her sake.
“She also thought it might make people like you and Marinette nervous,” Allegra put in. “People who’ve never done ballroom dancing before.”
Luka grinned. He knew Marinette would be much more relaxed if she didn’t have an audience. Or Chloe taking pictures.
Allen looked Luka over and gave him a nod of approval. “Good. You’re wearing comfortable clothes that are easy to move in. Good. I also like the loafers. You want to avoid wearing running shoes when waltzing.”
He nodded and was about to ask a question when Marinette ran in, flushed and out of breath.
“Sorry I’m late!” she gasped. She was wearing a dusky pink top with a gray and black skirt. Her hair was in a single ponytail with a green ribbon tied in a bow and wore leaf green flats. It wasn’t her usual style but very flattering.
Allen checked his watch. “You have three more minutes so technically you’re not late.” He gave her a mock-stern glare. “You’re cutting it awfully close though.”
“Sorry! I got inspired and wanted to draw it before I forgot,” she fumbled around in her messenger bag and pulled out a sketchbook. “I was researching Victorian evening wear and got inspired!”
Everyone on the cast and crew knew Marinette was helping with costume design and never missed a chance to check out her latest creations. They all crowded around her as Luka helped her hold her sketchbook.
She leafed through the pages and showed them what she created. “I started with the guys evening wear. I designed a few for the girls too but I couldn’t think of anything that would suit you, Allegra,” she apologized. “Besides, I’d rather consult with you to make sure it’s something you’d like.”
Allegra appreciated her consideration, considering how borderline hostile she’d been in the past. “Thank you, Marinette. I’d love to have input on this gown. “ She looked at the other girl and tried to be friendly. “Except for Mrs. Jennings most costume designers want to either dress us like ten year olds or make everyone low-cut.” She shuddered. “And hardly anyone understands that even though it’s a costume, it should be comfortable when possible.”
Marinette nodded. She was “in the zone” and eager to design something that would work for both the movie and Allegra. She’d all but forgotten in the moment she didn’t get along with the other girl. “Aren’t you supposed to have a scene after the ball where you need to run and fight? We could make the dress two-piece!”
Allegra was interested. “Yes! Maybe make the skirt a tear-away and I could have weapons strapped to my thighs underneath!” She thought about it. “I should wear leggings and some boots underneath so I can run and chase the bad guys.”
“Yes!” Marinette gently took the sketchpad back from Luka and began to draw. “No one would know because of the organza draping but the inner lining could be stiff but still comfortable to hide the boots and weaponry.”
“Oooh! Organza! I like organza better than tulle,” Allegra commented. “It’s not as flowy but I think it’s more elegant.”
“Plus organza is a bit easier to sew.” Marinette sighed. “Organza is harder to care for because it’s not machine washable but it’s worth it for special occasion dresses.”
The girls began to discuss color choices and necklines when Felix cleared his throat. “With all due respect, ladies,” he said, “we only have about three hours before Mom comes back and I think they want to use this set to shoot today.”
Allegra sighed in disappointment while Marinette put her sketchbook away. “We could meet over lunch and discuss it some more.”
The boys looked at each other at the overt olive branch but Marinette didn’t seem to notice. “Good idea!” She turned to Luka. “You don’t mind if I miss lunch with you just this once, do you?”
He shook his head. “Not at all. I’ll make sure Mylene and Ivan understand too.” He offered her his arm and smiled. “So. Shall we dance?”
*****
Marinette looked over to Luka for reassurance. Luka held up his hands. “Hey, would it be okay if I took a few minutes with Marinette and meditated? It helps calm her down when she’s feeling anxious.”
It was on the tip of his tongue to refuse but if his co-star felt anxious it would be even harder to teach her. “Five minutes.”
“More than enough,” Luka sat cross legged on the floor in the lotus position and invited Marinette to sit in front of him. She sat with her back to his chest and copied his position. She closed her eyes and rested her hands, palms up, on her knees.
Luka leaned toward her ear and began to hum. It wasn’t the usual “Om”, but some sort of tune. Claude didn’t recognize it and looked at Allen, who shrugged. Felix just looked at the timer he’d set on his phone, waiting for the five minutes to be up.
Allegra looked at Marinette’s face as she listened to Luka hum. She was relaxed, even serene. It was clear from her posture she had absolute trust in him. With their similar hair color they almost looked like a matched set.
Since Felix and Claude were the most experienced dancers they decided to rock paper scissors to see who would teach Marinette and Luka. Felix won so Claude slunked off into the corner to watch. Allegra and Allen already knew how to dance but decided to practice as a refresher and to make the beginners feel less self-conscious if they weren’t the only ones dancing. Claude would occasionally wander over to dance with Allegra or Allen.
Once everyone had a partner, Felix began to speak.
“We’re going to start with a basic waltz since it’s the kind of dance we’ll be doing in the movie.” He told everyone.
Claude pouted. “Aw, no modified Viennese Waltz?” I like to chat while I dance.”
“No,” Allen called over from where he was doing the foxtrot with Allegra. “Let’s not overcomplicate things for the newbies.”
Claude blew a raspberry. “You’re no fun.”
Allen didn’t even look away from his partner. “This isn’t supposed to be fun, it’s work.”
“Work can be fun.” Claude gave Felix his best puppy dog eyes. “The Viennese Waltz is more exciting and would look better on film. You know I’m right.”
Felix ignored his friends’ comedy routine and concentrated on demonstrating the basic lead steps for Marinette and Luka. “First they have to learn the basics, Claude.”
“Yeah, but-”
“Shut it.”
Felix sighed and went on. “The waltz is also known as the box step because the basic six steps form a box. Let me show them to you.”
Luka and Marinette stood in front of him, at least six apart and six feet all around themselves so they formed a cube of air when they moved. Hopefully that would keep anyone from running into anyone else.
“The first steps I’m going to teach you are the Lead’s Steps. These are the steps you’ll eventually perform with a partner when you’re Now, the first thing you’re going to do is face forward and stand with your feet about hip width apart. Keep your hands relaxed and at your sides for now.” As he spoke he took that position. Luka and Marinette copied him as best they could.
“Now, step with your left foot forward. Usually you’d start with your dominant leg but for the waltz use your left leg.” He stepped forth. “Keep a little bend in your knee, be careful not to let your knees lock up. Stay as relaxed as you can. Be careful to land lightly and softly on the ball of your foot.” Luka copied him perfectly, effortlessly mirroring his movements. Marinette slipped a bit but he pretended not to notice. She was trying and that was enough for now.
“After you’ve done that, bring your right foot up so it’s parallel with your left foot. They should still be hip length apart.”
Both of them mimicked him exactly this time. “Bring your left foot to meet your right foot. They should be side by side and just touching.” He showed them how.
This would be the tricky part for Marinette. “Step back with your right foot and bend your right knee just a little. Make sure you’re keeping your upper body straight and relaxed.”
“Then move your left foot back so it’s side by side with your right foot. Keep them about hip width or a third of a meter apart.”
He was very pleased and surprised they were catching on so quickly. Marinette was a lot less clumsy when she wasn’t nervous or anxious. What technique did Luka use on her? Felix made a mental note to have the other boy teach him sometime.
“For the last step you’re going to bring your right foot in to meet your left foot and now you’ve formed the box of the box step.” He gave them the tiniest hint of a smile and they grinned back at him.
“I want you two to practice those six steps until you’re comfortable with them and can perform them perfectly,” Felix told them. Marinette looked a little nervous but determined to do well. Her perseverance was admirable. He respected her for never giving up.
After they’d performed the steps to his satisfaction he decided to move on with the lesson. “The next steps I’m going to teach you are the Follow’s steps. These are usually performed by the female partner,” Allegra paused in her dancing to stick out her tongue at him, “but some ladies like to lead and same sex couples are a thing.”
Everyone in the room nodded in approval and understanding so he continued. “To be honest it’s basically the Lead’s steps but now everything is backwards. “Stand with your legs a meter apart again. Now,” he showed them both, “step back with your right foot. Make sure you keep your knee bent and land on the balls of your feet. Once you’ve done that step back with your left and keep both feet parallel and one third meters apart. After that you’ll bring your right foot next to your left foot so they’re barely touching.”
Felix was watching Marinette closely while trying not to look like he was. She was doing well. He’d half expected her to have fallen down by now but except for that early slip and a wobble every now and then she was doing better than he expected. Maybe Chloe was thinking of a past Marinette when she’d told him of all the times the girl had tripped over her feet or ran into a pole.
Once they had both copied him he went on. “This is just like the Lead’s step. Put your left foot forward, careful to land on the balls of your feet. Then bring your right foot forward so both feet are parallel and then-” he deliberately hesitated, wondering which of his students would speak up.
“Bring your left foot next to your right foot so that they just touch!” Marinette spoke up and demonstrated the step.
Felix gave her a nod of approval and she smiled at him. That was nothing compared to the beam of gratitude when Luka told her, “you catch on quick, Marinette. I think you could learn anything with practice.”
Felix felt a bit of annoyance at Luka’s words until he smiled at Felix and said, “and with a good teacher.”
“Glad to see my contribution has been noticed,” he told the blue-haired boy dryly. “Now I want you to practice the steps for a little while. Then we’ll move on to how to dance with a partner.”
*****
“Actually dancing with a partner isn’t much different than dancing solo,” Felix told them. He gave them a sly grin. “Except for the danger of having your toes trod on. Marinette, it might be a good idea for you to wear flats when we’re filming this scene.”
She looked a little disappointed and ashamed but Luka added, “but I can wear them all I want, right?”
Felix couldn’t help but chuckle a little as Marinette gave her friend a playful nudge. “No stilettos and nothing gaudy. If you can prove you can dance in them, sure.”
The Quantic Kids laughed and Marinette looked relaxed once again.
“First, I’m going to dance with Marinette and Luka will dance with…” he trailed off and looked at his three friends.
Claude’s hand immediately shot up. “I volunteer as tribute!”
Felix looked at Luka. “Is that alright with you?”
Luka gave Claude a gentle smile. “It’s fine. Should I lead or should you?”
Claude grinned back and shrugged. “Eh, you’re the one who needs the practice, so it’s okay if you lead.”
Luka nodded and the two paired up.
Felix stood in front of Marinette and reached out to put his hand on her shoulder blade, then stopped. “I forgot to ask. Is this alright with you? I didn’t think to ask if you’d rather practice with Claude.”
A month ago she would have said no but Felix had mellowed out. That, or she’d just grown used to him. Maybe a bit of both. “It’s fine.” She reached out to touch him and also paused. “Um, sorry. I should ask for your consent to touch you. And um…do I put my hand on your shoulder or on your waist?”
He appreciated her consideration. “On my shoulder is fine.” Putting her hand on his waist was a bit too intimate for his taste. He clasped her other hand in his. “Is this okay so far? Are you comfortable being this close to me?”
She scoffed. “I’ll survive.”
“I don’t doubt it.” Was Felix’s easy reply, the smallest amused smile graced his lips which had Marinette smile back.
When they started filming she would have blushed and stammered or refused to his touch all while glaring at him. Their working relationship had improved a lot since then. He found himself wishing he’d met her before Adrien. He could have been friends with her, or at least peers.
Marinette looked over her shoulder and frowned. Claude and Luka were already dancing while she was standing still. Felix didn’t know exactly what she was looking at, but knew she lost focus.
“For now, I’m going to have to ask you to keep your eyes on me. When dancing you keep most of your attention on your partner. The rest is maintaining spatial awareness so you don’t run into the other dancers.” She returned her gaze to his face.
He nodded in approval. “Good. Now we’re just going to repeat the steps you just learned but now with a partner.”
He stepped forward and she stepped back. Together they brought their feet together and then Marinette stepped forward while Felix stepped back. They repeated the steps over and over until Marinette’s grip on his shoulder relaxed a bit.
“We should really be performing the waltz to a three-count tempo,” he told her. When she looked confused he decided to show her. “Allow me to demonstrate. Take the steps we were taking before when I take them.” He stepped forward. “One.” She stepped back at the same time.
It was so refreshing to have a partner, acting or dancing, that he didn’t have to explain every little thing to. There were actors he knew had been working half their lives who still needed a director who would explain things to them as if they were toddlers.
Likewise with his so-called “high society” dance partners. He had to teach them how to dance in the middle of the dance floor. Hadn’t their parents already hired dance instructors? Then again maybe they thought pretending to be dumb and helpless would somehow endear them to him. Some guys thought that was “cute” but he found it annoying and unnecessary.
Then he stepped to the side while Marinette copied him. “Two. And finally,” he brought his feet together as she brought hers together. “Three.” He looked satisfied. She was doing very well so far.
“Let’s practice waltzing to the tempo a bit more.” He thought for a moment. “I should have thought to bring my phone and play some music,” he told her. “This would be easier with music.”
Her forehead crinkled and then smoothed. She began to hum a tune similar to the one Luka had when he was trying to relax her for the dance lessons. It was smooth and gentle, and best of all, in three-quarter time.
They practiced for another twenty minutes and Marinette continued humming. Occasionally she’d hum a tune she knew and for a little while they’d hum together. They shared a brief smile and Felix approved of her musical taste. If she’d been an XY fan he probably would have fired her. Probably.
Luka was having a good time being taught by Claude. The other boy was even taller than he was, which was nice. He was also very funny and liked to flirt and Luka enjoyed that too. He knew Claude wasn’t serious and his girlfriend would kill him if he stepped out of line. Then again, she might kill Luka as well. Then again, Claude was not Marinette.
He tried to pay attention to the funny story Claude was telling him but his eyes kept straying to Marinette and Felix. She didn’t look as stiff or nervous as he thought she’d be and he was glad. His meditation techniques had helped her relax and he was happy to come to her aid.
Luka admitted he was slightly jealous Felix got to hold her hand and dance with her. He knew the other boy had no feelings for her but he couldn’t help feeling just a little irked he couldn’t have taught her. Felix was behaving himself and teaching her properly, which he was grateful for.
Despite how nasty he could be, Felix wasn’t all bad. Luka could respect him for wanting to make the last movie his father ever wrote. It made him wish yet again he’d known his own father.
“If I had a crush on a girl that cute, I’d stare at her too.”
Luka brought his attention back to Claude, who smirked. “But you’re supposed to be learning how to dance so moon over her on your own time.”
Luka felt a little embarrassed. “Sorry.”
“It’s fine.” Claude grinned. “Just don’t let Felix catch you slacking.”
“Never.”
*****
“Ready for a more advanced technique?” Felix asked his partner.
Marinette looked a little nervous. “How advanced are we talking here?”
“It’s just going to be a little circle,” he reassured her. “We can start with a one-fourth turn and work our way up to a three-fourth turn. “It’s easier than it sounds. To start, we do the first two steps of the waltz,” he performed them and she copied, “then I’m going to place my left foot with a slight turn, “ he showed her what he meant, “and you do the same.”
Together they did a small turn. “You see? Easy.” They practiced the move a few more times until she was comfortable. “The circular motion is always to the lead’s left. With time, it’ll be a smooth, fluid motion.”
“I want you to try a basic turn,” Felix instructed.
“Is it easy?” Marinette asked.
“Oh yeah,” he assured her. “Don’t worry, you’re doing great. You’ll get it in no time.”
Despite her misgivings she believed him. He wouldn’t risk a scene this important going badly in his father’s movie. Not even to make someone he didn’t like look bad.
“Right, let’s begin.” Felix faced a wall, standing diagonally. Marinette faced opposite him but was still standing diagonally. He stepped forward while she stepped back. He took a quarter turn to the left and she took the turn with him. Then they each brought their feet together, completing the basic circle.
“How would you feel about trying a spin? Would you feel uncomfortable?” Marinette shook her head and that made him feel proud for some reason. She was beginning to relax around him and he enjoyed that.
“Again, it’s just a continuation of steps you already know,” he advised. “Do the first three steps with me,” she did so. “Then on the fourth step I’m going to drop your right arm,” he let it fall. “Now I’m going to lift your left hand and do a clockwise spin.”
She looked at him. “You’re not going to spin me fast, are you?”
She looked so wide eyed and serious he almost wanted to laugh but he stopped himself. That would be unprofessional. Besides, he was having fun teaching her. “I’ll be gentle.”
Marinette gave him a nod and let him spin her. Claude and Luka stopped dancing long enough to applaud.
Marinette and Felix looked at each other, smiled, and then bowed to their audience.
*****
“Do you think anyone remembers we’re still here?” Allegra asked Allen.
The two friends were doing the Foxtrot, rather well if they did say so themselves. Unfortunately, everyone else was too wrapped up in the dance lessons to notice anything else.
“Nope,” he replied and looked over at the other dancers. “Claude’s a good teacher but let’s hope he doesn’t seduce yet another co-star. We don’t need a repeat of ‘Freesia, Wisteria, and Wine’. Felix's…” he raised his eyebrows. “Surprisingly patient with Marinette. I’m impressed; he’s been doing well lately.”
“They look kind of good together,” Allegra commented as she watched her friend spin the girl. “Her dark hair and his light. There’s a term for that in art. An Italian word.” She frowned as she tried to remember.
“I believe it’s chiaroscuro,” Allen replied. “Light and dark. Yeah, I can see that.” He observed them a little more while they danced. Finally he said, “You’re right. They do contrast nicely with each other. But not in a ‘couple’ sort of way. Just two people standing with each other looking good.”
Allegra snorted. “That’s a relief. Otherwise Claude might start singing ‘Beauty and the Beast’.”
“Again?”
*****
After an hour and a half Marinette and Luka could perform the basic waltz to Felix’s satisfaction.
“Let’s take a fifteen,” Felix told them. “Then since you’ve gotten the basics so well, we might as well try…” he braced himself for Claude’s reaction, “a modified Viennese waltz.”
Claude let out such a loud whoop of pure joy Luka jumped away from him. Claude gently took him into his arms again and began to dance him around the room. “It’s not too different from what you’ve been doing!” he called out over his shoulder. “You’re just moving around the room, like we’ll be doing in the movie. Just add more turns and do some side steps instead of just standing still.”
Felix didn’t want to concede but Claude had a point. “Do you want to try? It’s up to you.”
Being able to actually dance to a classical, high class dance filled Marinette with confidence and more than a little nerve. She hadn’t fallen or stepped on Felix’s feet! Not even once! “Well, we can’t let Claude have all the fun.” She smiled, looking sweet but there was a competitive gleam in her eye. Felix enjoyed it. “Shall we?”
Marinette put his hand on her shoulder blade, placed hers on his shoulder and then grabbed his free hand. “Yes. Yes we shall.”
Felix began to whirl her around the room. “Let me know if you get dizzy,” he advised. “Too many turns can do that. We can slow down and add some side steps, or even quit.”
“Thanks but I want to at least try,” she kept up with him as easily as she had in their fencing lessons or while shooting a scene. His heart sped up despite himself. He was enjoying himself with Marinette. Not just using her for his amusement but because he was genuinely having fun.
He felt so relaxed and comfortable with her he almost wished they were filming a scene.
Marinette looked up at him, seeing the boy she hated a month ago looking relaxed and even smiling as they danced. She decided to try a little improvised scene, just for fun. “Why can’t you allow me to lead for a little while, Holmes? Seems a bit unfair that you lead all the time because of an accident of gender.”
Felix was surprised at first until she winked at him. Really, she was an amazing scene partner. He decided to play along. “Ah, dear Dupin, it’s tradition.”
She glowered at him and it was thrilling. “I’ll drag you kicking and screaming into the twenty-first century, see if I don’t.” She looked up at him with a haughty glare. “Dismissing a new way of doing things and upholding tradition because it benefits you is another form of oppression.”
He raised his eyebrows and gave her his most condescending smile. “Flick, beloved, the century has nothing to do with it. If you recall I fall to your quick thinking plans faster than your dancing skills. The issue is focus.” He did an underarm turn and twirled her a little faster than strictly necessary. “ I can focus on our surroundings a lot easier leading in the dance. and I can maneuver you for surveillance as well. It’s schematics.”
Marinette wobbled a bit and then gave him the best in-character glare he’d ever seen. “You’re adorable when you think I’m asking for your permission, Barry dearest.” She batted her eyes at him and then daintily but forcibly took the lead.
Felix had to stop his jaw from dropping because it was such a powerful move. It was very in character for Felicity to refuse to be dictated by anyone, especially him. She was a young woman who forged her own path and if he had actually been Barry Holmes he would have swooned. He almost did too.
Instead he took refuge in snark. “I’m adorable? So I see.” He grinned and thought of a way to make her uncomfortable and hopefully take back the lead. “Your plot of leading is to sweep me off my feet. Your seduction plan has some merit, Felicity. Never knew you were versed in tango.”
He wrestled control from her long enough to dip her in the middle of the dance floor. Claude, Luka, Allen and Allegra had stopped dancing and were now watching the floor show. Claude wished he had popcorn.
She was surprised but not rattled. She took back the dance while he was mentally congratulating himself on his cleverness and whirled them both to the center of the room.
She looked amused at the look of shock on his face and took the opportunity to dip him. They were both internally screaming at their boldness but refused to back down. That was what a loser did.
Instead of bringing him back up she held him there and leaned into his face. Her eyes never left him as she whispered, “I have skills and plans beyond your wildest dreams.”
With that, she brought him up, did an underarm turn, and then sashayed away from him, leaving him confused and intrigued.
Felix nearly stumbled from the momentum and stared after her, too stunned to speak.
Claude was never at a loss for words. He turned to Luka and asked, “Can we keep her?”
*****
After watching Felix and Marinette dance together Luka asked, “Hey. How much time do we have left?”
Allen checked his watch. “About one and a half hours. Why?”
Luka approached Marinette and offered her his hand. “Because I’d like to practice a little while with Marinette.” He turned to her. “If you don’t mind. After all, we’re going to be dancing together in the movie. I want you to be comfortable with me.”
She couldn’t help but smile up at him. “I’m always comfortable with you, Luka,” she said but took his hand. “I’d love to dance with you.”
“Oh,” Luka asked as if it had just occurred to him, “is that all right, Felix?”
Felix shrugged. He honestly didn’t care. He wanted to sit down and take a break anyway. “Why not? Go for it.”
They held hands and instead of his hand resting on her shoulder, Luka put her hand on her waist. She pinked a bit but put her hand on his shoulder. Then they began to dance.
Allen, Claude and Allegra all watched the couple dance together as Felix sat and checked for messages from his mom on his phone.
Allen noticed that while Marinette seemed a little nervous at first and a bit stiff with Felix until he started bantering, she wasn’t nervous with Luka. They were smiling as they danced. Luka said something and Marinette laughed with joy. They took turns spinning each other about and giggling like children. It was adorable and he wished Chloe was there to take some pictures.
Allegra liked Luka, she really did. For some reason, watching him dance with Marinette…was annoying. She was starting to warm up to Marinette and was glad the other girl regarded consent as important. Besides, Marinette just looked better when she was dancing with Felix. She’d even go as far to say Felix was finally relaxed and having fun; with someone outside of their circle.
She mentally groaned. Damn, she was turning into a shipper. One of those obnoxious ones who shipped real people. She hated those kinds of shippers and besides, Felix made it clear he was asexual and aromantic. It was probable he wouldn’t even keep in contact with Marinette after filming had wrapped. Well, unless he needed a designer.
Claude was just happy. He loved watching people dance and Luka was very watchable. Marinette was too. Man, if he were single he’d make a blueberry cuddle sandwich with those two. He looked over at his girlfriend and his heart melted. He should be ashamed for thinking of anyone else when he had a battle queen like Allegra. Plus she scared the shit out of him, which was incredibly hot.
I’ve wanted to do this forever. Luka thought to himself as he danced with the purest song he’d ever met. Her cheeks were pink and her eyes were soft as she gazed in his eyes. It was all he could do not to kiss her in the middle of the dance floor, audience or not.
He knew she was finally over Adrien. The guy was an idiot who’d had his chance and blew it. Maybe Kagami would be better for him and teach him how to use his spine. He doubted it; Adrien tried to please everyone which meant he ended up pleasing no one. Kagami would probably take the lead in their relationship, but she’d probably let him have more say and autonomy than M. Agreste.
Luka couldn’t wait to ask Marinette out, but he was willing to wait after an appropriate “mourning period” for her crush had passed. Maybe after the movie was done.
This is wonderful. Marinette inhaled and then breathed out slowly. Without the huge crush she used to have on Adrien weighing her down, she felt lighter and free. If falling for Adrien was a clap of thunder, what she might be feeling for Luka was a sweet summer rain or listening to the Seine while standing under a bridge. She could be herself around Luka. He always saw her, not what he wanted to see or the image she wanted to project but all of her…and he liked it.
Felix looked up from his phone to see how his students were doing. After a minute he could see there was nothing wrong with their technique and relaxed, pleased he’d taught them well. They picked up ballroom dancing pretty fast. Luka didn’t surprise him because as a musician he had natural rhythm but Marinette did. Chloe had told him she’d been accident prone the whole time she’d known her. However it had been weeks since she’d flubbed a take or slipped so he wondered if she became less clumsy when she felt comfortable and confident.
They looked good together he thought as their dance continued and they talked and laughed together. With Marinette’s blue-black hair and cerulean eyes and Luka’s sky blue eyes and black hair with blue tips, they looked like a matched set. Plus it was clear she was much more relaxed with the other boy, probably because they were friends.
He felt a strange pang in his chest. Watson and Dupin got along better in the film; she had been the only one of Jack’s classmates he’d even remembered after eight years. They had an easy rapport and they barely knew each other. Barry had yet to connect with him, something he thought would have been assured considering their family histories. His schoolmate and rival Felicity had befriended Watson easily and together they’d all but left Barry alone. It was both aggravating and incredibly lonely.
Felix knew Barrington Holmes was wholly jealous they had a connection he lacked. Was it only from a “professional” point of view or was it more personal than that? Was he more jealous of Dupin or Holmes? Was he falling in love? What should he do, considering they all had to work together?
Huh. I should remember this feeling and use it during the actual take.
He felt a tap on his shoulder and glanced up to see Claude staring at him with concern.
“Are you okay there, mate?” he asked, bright blue eyes filled with concern.
Felix shook off Barry Holmes. “Oh, I’m fine, I just figured out how to play Barry watching Watson and Dupin dance during the ball scene.”
Claude blinked, then grinned. “Oh, good. It was just work related. He’s okay guys!” he called out to Allen and Allegra.
The two friends looked relieved and Marinette and Luka stopped dancing, looking confused.
“Um, is the lesson over?” Marinette asked.
Felix got out of his seat. “I believe so. We have less than an hour before my mom is due back. We should probably get ready to get to work.”
*****
I hate that do-gooder bitch. I should have destroyed her in college.
Lila continued to think hateful thoughts about Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She was too nice. She should have turned the class against her by claiming Marinette was a bully. She should have driven her to have a nervous breakdown so she’d have to change schools. She should have had Hawk Moth akumatize her into Volpina again and had “Ladybug “ tell Alya her friend was dangerously unstable and secretly wanted her dead.
But she hadn’t. Because Adrien made her a “deal”.
He was a simpering little coward who’d enabled a bully like Chloe but drew the line at being mean to Marinette. Sure, he hadn’t liked it when his assistant and bodyguard had gotten reprimanded but they were employees.
Chloe and her nosy little camera weren’t here today, thank goodness so it would be impossible for Lila to get caught. She crept close to the door where the leads were having their dance lessons and they sounded like they were almost done. Good.
She looked overhead at the lighting rig. They would have to pass right under it to get to hair and make-up so this was her best chance.
Lila followed the weights and wires that suspended the lights and found the wall the cables were attached to. Perfect. She pulled out a pair of wire cutters she’d stolen from the electrical grips toolbox and was careful not to get any fingerprints on them. That way she could plant the knife and frame someone else for her crime. Honestly, it wasn’t even her fault. A lighting truss that size should be suspended by wires from above, not a few simple cables on the ground and some weights.
She laughed to herself. They should thank her for pointing out the flaws in their system.
They sounded like they were about to leave so she didn’t have much time. She cut through just enough wires to keep the lights in the air until the group was underneath. Gravity would do the rest. She’d even go talk to Gio so she had an alibi.
Goodbye, Marinette. Enjoy Hell.
*****
“So did everyone get all their stuff?” Allen was ever the Team Mom, making sure everyone was taken care of.
“Ah! My phone!” Marinette ran back in while the rest of the group walked ahead. Luka might have walked a little bit slower so she could catch up.
She ran back out, shutting the door with a little more force than she needed to. She raced to rejoin the group. “Thanks again for your help, everyone!”
“I didn’t do much,” Allegra told her, “but you’re welcome,” Something occurred to her. “Hey, would you like to have tea with me? I want to discuss my ball gown design. If you don’t mind.” Allegra decided she wouldn’t be upset if Marinette refused but she was excited to be included in any design decisions and she wanted to make it up to Marinette for misjudging her.
Marinette knew she was being given an olive branch and honestly wanted to give Allegra a second chance. Plus she loved it when someone she was designing for gave her input. “That sounds like fun! I was thinking lilac for you, just like plum would look amazing on Claude and since you two are also a couple in the film…”
She didn’t get to finish her sentence because at that moment the wires holding the lighting rig finally snapped, sending fifty-five kilos of glass and steel towards Marinette’s head.
