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(Y/N) (L/N)'s P.O.V.

Oh, to be a superstar.

My eyes light up at the sight of celebrities gracing us with their presence as they enter the premises of the Grand Palais. Today's the day. It's Fashion Week in Paris and thus, begins the most awaited event of the year, the sensational fashion show of Gabriel Agreste.

Reporters crowd over the red carpet and cameras flash as various famous guests enter the hall. The scene almost makes me feel like I'm in a movie or something.

However, that's not my concern at the moment.

I turn away from the spectacle, tapping my foot impatiently with my phone placed close to my ear. On the other end of the call is a very distressed Marinette whom I can hear is probably pacing back and forth in her room as she grumbles about dropping out of the show.

"Honestly, Marinette. The hat is perfect the way it is!"

Tikki's voice emerges from the other end of the call. What follows is series of questionable screeching sounds from Marinette as she bickers about how ridiculous the derby hat is.

Adrien is going to be modelling the 'Primvère Rosé-inspired' feather derby hat Marinette submitted to Gabriel Agreste's fashion design contest. But, that is if the fashion designer herself gets here in time.

"What do you think?" Marinette asks me groggily as, by the minute, her resolve fades making me anxious about what's going to happen if she doesn't get here in time.

"Marinette, this is the show of a lifetime! Your debut in the fashion industry! You're not going to let your emotions ruin this for you, are you?" I respond which makes her grunt.

"(Y/N)...I don't know. I'm starting to feel like this is the ugliest hat in the world! Adrien's going to model it and he'll resent me for life!"

I take a moment to pause and look at Seven who's hovering in the air beside me. The Kwami gives me a small shrug as she too listens to Marinette's ramblings.

"I have zero talent! And everyone's going to find out tonight!" She yells to which I can only laugh.

"Are you kidding me? Marinette Dupain-Cheng?! With zero talent?!" I say, "Yeah, that'll happen when Chloé Bourgeois becomes a saint,"

"Stop it." She groans.

"Besides, if your hat was so 'ugly'; why did Gabriel Agreste, the king of Fashion, hand-pick it for his fashion show?" I retort which leads to a few seconds of silence.

"What if they see that it's a synthetic feather and not a real one? They're gonna think it's lame!" She whines.

I giggle, "Oh, come on, Marinette. Unless you want Adrien to be a sneezing mess on the runway, replacing the real feather with the synthetic one was the right thing to do!"

She pauses for a while and then finally sighs.

"You're right. I don't have the time to change it anyway. The show begins in-" She lets out a horrified gasp, seemingly realising what time it is.

"OH NO. I'M GOING TO BE LATE AGAIN."

"You will be if you don't hurry up now..." I state. I hear her shuffle out of her room through the call, leading me to breathe a sigh of relief.

"I'm heading out right now! Quick, Tikki!"

"Great! I'm waiting for you in front of the hall. Get here quick! You might miss the chance to see Jagged Stone on the red carpet!" I hang up and place my phone back into my pocket.

Shortly afterwards, from a distance I see the bluenette sprinting frantically towards the Grand Palais. I wave at her as she approaches me with the hatbox, almost passing out from lack of breath.

"Glad you're here, Miss Dupain-Cheng~. You're just in time!" I squeak excitedly at her as she gasps for air.

"This is it!" A distant shout pulls our attention towards the red carpet just as a limo pulls up at the red carpet.

"Here she comes! The international queen of fashion, director of 'Style Queen' magazine!" The reporters chatter excitedly and we can audibly hear the cameras shuttering even more intensely.

Even the Mayor of Paris stands upright in front of the door as he opens it up with a slight bow.

"Audrey Bourgeois!"

Then, steps out a slender woman, a pair of branded shades covering her eyes. Her black-golden striped hat topped off with a large golden rose sits comfortably on her honey-blonde bobbed hair and bangs that frame her face.

I flinch at the sight of her. Although you can hardly see her expression, her scowl alone is enough to make people fear for their fashion sense.

"Who's she?" I turn to Marinette who's expression turns paler than a ghost with her feet slowly backing her up in fear.

"Only the harshest fashion critic in the entire world!" Marinette holds her head terrified. "I didn't know she was coming!"

Her bright golden high heels clack as she flaunts her white strapless jumpsuit, giving me the sense that only a particular blonde-haired snob does. Following suit, Chloé comes out of the limo leading me to confirm my suspicions.

Who'd have thought?

This woman is Chloé's mother.

From afar, we see Audrey's scowl worsen as she complains about the fabric of the carpet, claiming how she wanted marble instead.

"Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous!" Her sultry voice shuns the reporters as she enters the hall with the mayor and Chloé following her in.

"Sheesh. Talk about mother and daughter. No wonder Chloé ended up like that." I grimace, shivering at the sight of the more intense copy of the snob.

"The apple doesn't fall far from the tree~" Seven quips to which I nod in agreement.

"Looks like we're in for a treat. Wouldn't you say, Marinette?" I comment sarcastically as Marinette loses her mind over the fact.

"Oh no! She's going to hate my hat for sure." She sulks looking at the hatbox with utter contempt. A small amused grin forms on my lips as I pull her in for a side hug to soothe her, noticing how she's gone into full panic mode.

"Easy, Marinette. This is just another opportunity for you to grow as a fashion designer!" I reassure her, massaging her heightened shoulders, "Look at her! She looks like she's into hats! She'll definitely love yours!"

Marinette frowns at my statement, gripping the hatbox tightly. I grab her shoulders and force her to look me in the eye.

"What matters now is that you get there and show her why Gabriel Agreste signed you up! The world of fashion's waiting for you!"

With that, she laughs sheepishly and hugs me, sighing as she releases from it.

"Thank you, (Y/N)." She giggles excitedly as we walk towards the hall.

"That's the spirit! I'll be waiting for you in the front row with Alya, okay? Go now!" I say and she nods, running—almost tripping over the stairs, but finding her way inside.

I enter the main room where the runway is set up. The room is packed with celebrities and people from all over Paris. I make my way towards Alya, seated on the front rows with my mom, Marinette's parents, and all of our classmates who came to support her.

I take a seat next to my mom and Alya who films the room.

"I can't wait to see what Gabriel has in store for us." Mom jeers, crossing her legs in front of her as she eyes the room. I shake my head.

"Again, thank you for coming with me," I say delighted by her scepticism.

"Of course, I wouldn't miss Marinette's debut. Also, because Adrien is modelling it." She winks at me teasingly making me glare at her.

Alya chuckles as she places her phone down. "You bet, Mrs. Brodeur."

I send a glare towards Alya which is only met with a sly wink as if what she said totally didn't rat me out.

"There she is!" Mr. Dupain says when he spots Marinette walking out of the backstage door with Nathalie escorting her.

"She looks nervous." Mrs. Cheng says with her hands gripped on her husband's arms. He puts a hand over her shoulder as they see Marinette wave at them.

"No doubt," Alya chimes, "It's her first fashion show with her first professional piece! Not to mention; it is inspired by Primvère Rosé, who I totally wish was here to see this!"

I nod knowingly, a little cheered by her words, "Yeah, that would be so cool. If she was here, she'd definitely love it." I add in which gets a cheerful affirmation from the others.

"I'm sure it'll go great." Mr. Dupain says assuringly to his wife who nervously smiles at him.

As we wait for Marinette to arrive, the room suddenly goes silent and the only thing audible is the clacking of heels which brings our attention to its owner, Audrey Bourgeois.

"How dilapidated is this place? And I have to share the front row with this group of low-lives? Ridiculous." She makes her way towards us before she takes a seat beside me, the seat reserved for Marinette.

Alya and I share a look of annoyance as Chloé too arrives with her.

I turn to Mrs. Bourgeois cautiously, "Uh, I'm sorry, Miss. But this seat is reserved for Marinette." I say semi-politely as she rolls her eyes.

"This Marinette girl, again?" She scowls at her name surprising me.

Again?

Chloé glares at us with contempt before she smiles obediently at her mother, "Let me handle this, mother." She flays her dainty fingers at us.

"Hey losers, do you know who my mother is? She's Miss Style Queen: the most powerful woman in the world of fashion. This show is for her, okay? So, get lost!" She warns us to which I deadpan, standing up and pushing my glare at her.

"Not to be a party crasher, Chlo. But, as I said, this seat is reserved for Marinette, the fashion designer this fashion show is based on." I retort bitterly. "And I'm sure you and your MOM would not want to spend your invaluable time sitting with a bunch of 'low-lives',"

Chloé scoffs indignantly, pushing a finger on my chest.

"Didn't you hear what I just said, Miss Know-it-All?"

"Do I need to repeat myself for you, Blondie?"

We engage in a glaring showdown that decimates the atmosphere of the room as everyone and their mother's attention is set on us. Before I can say any word, 'Miss Style Queen' clicks her tongue exasperatedly at us turning our attention to her.

"Is this how you let teenagers talk about an upscale star like me?!" She scorns at me, "Clara-Uh...Chloé, who is this brat?"

Chloé chuckles, "This brat, mother, is (Y/N) (L/N), a friend of that loser Marinette you met earlier. She's a nobody, of course. You can ignore her~"

Audrey looks at me, her scowl hollowing at me. Her eyes scan my body and land on my neckline, where my choker sits. I gulp tensely as she raises an eyebrow at it through her shades. Her intimidating presence makes me want to crawl into a hole, yet stand my ground ready to pick a fight with Chloé if she provokes me.

My mother grips my hand before looking dangerously at Chloé, "Hey. You do not talk about my daughter or her friend that way." She sends me a look telling me to back down, that it's not worth it.

Of course, I don't. I maintain my resolve, glowering at the snob silently.

"I would advise you to abstain from creating a commotion now, Miss (L/N) and Miss Bourgeois," Nathalie thankfully dissolves the fight, looking unimpressed at both of us. Marinette follows behind her looking at me with a concerned look. I grit my teeth in frustration before taking my seat.

You're lucky I didn't go full out on you, Bourgeois.

I scoff at Chloé who sneers victoriously as if she's won this fight.

"Mrs. Bourgeois," Nathalie addresses her, "Mr. Agreste has a seat reserved for you." She says as she plans to escort the fashionista and her daughter out of here.

"Ah, finally." She stands up and prepares to leave.

"Right this way. In the second row."

"What?!" She stops in her tracks and yells appalled at the stoic assistant as Chloé too gasps in shock. "My mother only sits in the front row!" She grimes.

"Not today, I'm afraid," Nathalie says nonchalantly.

"This is totally unacceptable! Gabriel cannot do this to me! I'm the one who discovered him! Without me, he would still be drawing his unworldly designs in his dismal, grim studio!" Her outburst causes whispers throughout the crowd, making it more unbearable for me and the others to watch this scene unfold in front of us.

"I can offer your seat to someone else if you don't mind," Nathalie suggests.

"How dare you! You're fired!"

Nathalie shows a slight grimace at that. "I don't work for you. I work for Mr. Agreste." She says in rebuttal leading Audrey to pull her phone out.

"We'll see about that!"

As from what I assume, she calls Mr. Agreste who doesn't seem to pick up as his voicemail starts playing.

"I assume from your expression that I'm not fired," Nathalie says which only adds more fuel to the fire.

"This is absolutely ridiculous! I will never view a fashion show from the second row ever!" Mrs. Bourgeois bursts before storming out of the room with Chloé and the Mayor following her suit.

"Okay..." I shrug awkwardly after seeing the commotion right in front of me.

"Serves them right." My mom says with an amused chuckle. I can only agree with that.

"You alright, (Y/N)?" Marinette asks as she rightfully claims her seat that was stolen five minutes ago.

"Feeling better now that they're gone," I say.

The lights dim, signalling the time has come for the fashion show to start. Marinette clenches her fist on my shirt as the music starts playing. We sit waiting for Adrien to step out into the runway.

Then, a sense of panic and a strike of pain hits my chest making me grit my teeth to suppress it. I turn to Marinette who's busy worrying about the show.

"Uh...Marinette. This might not be the right time but we've got a code butterfly situation." I whisper to her which makes her snap her head towards me.

"Now?!" She whisper-yells back. I nod regretfully.

"I think I know who the victim is," I stand up to leave the premises.

"Where do you think you're going?" My mother looks at us confused. Marinette glances at me before saying she needs to go to the bathroom and that I need to accompany her.

"But you'll miss your first piece!" Mr. Dupain says to her as I'm left to try to go past my mom.

"You don't want to miss Adrien's catwalk, would you?" She asks with a raised eyebrow.

"But, Mom-"

She glares at me which makes me brood, my blood boiling as I can't just tell her that Paris' safety depends on me. I also didn't want to leave a bad taste in her mouth because of me as it would be hard to get past her later.

"I thought so." She nods making me sit down as Marinette is told to do the same.

"Great. What do we do now?" Marinette asks me as I try to find an opening.

"If my suspicion is right, the villain will come to us any moment now..." I say and now we're only left to wait.

The music grows loud and the chatter in the room fades. Marinette's anxiety returns and she begins shaking in fear.

"All cool, girl?" Alya asks her to which she nods with her hands crossed over her chest.

Then, Adrien Agreste steps out on the runway, wearing a full-black tuxedo that matches the stylish derby hat on his head. My jaw drops at the sight of him. As he walks over the catwalk, he glances back at us and I smile in awe. At the end of it, he stops and strikes some poses as different photographers take pictures of him.

But, as expected, the show is interrupted with the entrance of the akumatized villain in all glitter as she materializes.

"A fashion show without the queen of style? Glitter-ly unacceptable!" The Akumatized villain roars, "Where is that ungrateful Gabriel Agreste?! I demand he kneels in front of me!"

"My father isn't here!" Adrien says, furrowing his eyebrows at the sight of the villain.

"Well then. If fashion-disaster daddy isn't here, I'll just settle for Agreste Junior!" She smirks pointing her sceptre at Adrien who back away. "You're fired!"

She shoots a cloud of gold dust at Adrien and turns him into a golden statue at the spot. I grit my teeth in anger before running off to the bathroom with Marinette as the crowd scream and panic.

"Seven, it's springtime to bloom!" I waste no time in transforming into Primvère Rosé as Marinette does the same.

"Style Queen!" Ladybug and I enter the runway room where the villain has made gold statues of any bystander she could find.

She takes one look at us and scrunches her nose in disgust.

"What atrocious suits. That bug looks so last year." She mocks, placing her hand on her head unnerved.

"But the yo-yo's making a big comeback this year!" Ladybug launches towards her and attacks her with her yo-yo, going right through Style Queen's body.

"Oh, and talk about that disgusting shade of purple!" She says to me grimacing as she eyes me up and down. I roll my eyes at her comment shooting an arrow at her but yet again, it serves no use as her body materializes at will.

She cackles at our attempts to apprehend her.

"You're both a couple of sizes too small to defeat me!" She says as she begins to shoot dust at us, knocking us back. Ladybug's yo-yo hits my head as it wraps around me and I brace myself as I faceplant to the ground.

"Ow..." I groan. The spotted superhero too is knocked down by the villain.

Style Queen points her glowing wand at us, ready to turn us into statues. Both of us look up at her figure helplessly as I try to think of getting us out of this mess.

"Mom! Uh— Style Queen!" Chloé appears out of the corner, interrupting her just in time, "If you want to find Gabriel Agreste, I know where he lives. You can take care of them later, they're worthless anyway."

Style Queen pauses, looking back at the girl with a nodding look.

"It's not a totally idiotic idea." She says and then slams the end of her sceptre on the ground. Adrien's golden statue dissolves and gets sucked into her weapon. The glitter body materialises into the air and taking Chloé away flying out of the Grand Palais.

We follow her trail to the Agreste mansion before she flies out of the mansion again and heads for the Eiffel Tower.

"Can't she sit still for a few seconds?" I huff as Ladybug and I chase her towards the monument.

"Listen here, Gabriel Agreste!" Style Queen shouts, standing on top of the tower. "If you refuse to show your face, your son will soon be nothing but the glitter in the wind!"

Ladybug and I sneak up towards her location in the tower. There, Adrien's statue lays on a table with a forcefield around him and a peculiar rose placed between his lips.

"Sleeping Beauty, much?" I remark as we evade Style Queen's gaze, placing ourselves hidden behind a railing.

"Plan of action?" I turn to Ladybug with hopeful eyes as she dials her phone for Cat Noir.

"Only if that Cat were here, we'd get to Adrien!" She says frustratedly, then putting her yo-yo back.

"Psst! Ladybug!" Chloé notices our presence before pleading, "Hurry up! Adrikens is crumbling!" As she said, Adrien's statue starts crumbling from his feet.

"Did you see where your mother's Akuma landed?" I ask.

"It's in the rose she put on him!" She whisper-yells, heeding of her mother's presence. I look at Adrien's encased statue, noting the golden rose between his lips.

"If I use Roses Divine on the shield, he might materialise completely," I admit grudgingly. "But we still need to get rid of that forcefield first. That way, we can get the rose and Adrien at the same time..."

Cat Noir's Cataclysm might work...

"Where is Cat Noir?" Chloé asks, impatiently bouncing with panic.

"I wish I knew," I grumble, annoyed at that late cat. Ladybug and I share a look of exasperation as our only hope was to wait for Cat Noir to arrive.

"You better come up with something fast, my mother is going to see you!" She warns before she freezes as if she's jinxed herself. Her eyes widen in fear as if she senses something.

Just as suspected, Style Queen materialises on top of the shield, in front of us leading Ladybug and I to back off slowly.

"It's really impossible to find qualified staff these days." She says, slowly closing in towards Chloé who turns to her slowly, a bead of sweat sliding down her face, "You're fired!" She says and shoots a ray of glitter towards her.

"No!" She tries covering herself but in vain as she turns into a gold statue.

Damn it.

Ladybug and I split us as we tower up from her position. The villain rolls her eyes at us in boredom.

"Primvère Rosé, Ladybug, hand over those awful pieces of jewellery and let's get this over with."

Ladybug uses her Lucky Charm as I divert the villain's attention away, receiving a mallet. I try to use my arrows to hit her but they always pass through her glitter. She cackles in response, chasing me down.

"You still don't get it, huh, fashion victim? I... AM INVINCIBLE!" She shoots a ray of gold dust while I dodge marginally.

"Quit flattering yourself, Style Queen. We will stop you!" I say assertively as she stands before me. Her lips writhe in anger at my words.

"The nerve of this rascal!" She snarls, launching towards me with contempt. We battle on the thin rails of the tower, our duel ending with me on the floor.

"My power is only equalled by my sense of fashion. I... am invincible!" She laughs evilly, striking a heavy blow towards my gut sending me across the tower. My back hits the hard metal rail, leading me to grunt in pain.

She smirks. "Haven't you got it already? You. Can't. Beat me." She hits me with her sceptre as I stand up ready to battle Style Queen yet again. "How could you defeat me? You can't even touch me!"

Ladybug uses her yo-yo to grab me from an incoming beam of glitter. I turn to look at Ladybug's charm as the superhero tries to find out what to do with it. An image flashed across my mind.

Master Fu...

"Of course. Master Fu's mallet." I whisper to her, looking at her. She gets the idea of what I'm saying and both of us retreat from the scene. We flee towards the direction of Master Fu's shrine as Style Queen shows no sign of following us.

Ladybug and I transform in an alley close to his shrine, barging in frantically.

"Master Fu!" We enter his room where he sits on his futon, his back turned to us.

I walk in front of him. "Hawkmoth really brought in the big guns this time. She's practically invincible! We're going to need Cat Noir's Cataclysm to break the shield so that we can get the rose." I say just as he opens his wrinkled eyes to look at me.

"But where is he?!" Marinette asks.

"Don't worry. Cat Noir is fine," He finally speaks, turning to the both of us with an assuring look.

"He's just lost his Miraculous."

"He WHAT?!" I say with shock, looking at the old man in disbelief.

Marinette shares the same bewildered look like mine, saying, "He 'just' lost his miraculous?! This is a disaster!"

"That tomcat has got himself stuck in a tree." A voice says from behind him and a black cat-like Kwami appears. He engulfs a whole slice of cheese as he lays down on the futon casually.

"Oh..." Marinette hums before saying, "You must be his Kwami..."

"You guessed that right. Name's Plagg." The Kwami hovers towards me and Marinette.

"What happened to Cat Noir?" I ask concerned at the little creature in front of me. He sighs deeply as he shakes his head in disappointment, "Ah. He tends to copy me a bit too much. Yet, lately, he's been doing really silly things." He says.

"In five thousand years, I've never experienced such an irresponsible Miraculous owner. As a result, he's lost his ring and it's just me that's able to help you out."

Master Fu gasps, "No! It's out of the question, Plagg. You are way too dangerous without an owner."

Plagg crosses his arms defensively. "Pfft. Dangerous? Me? How so?"

"Does the disappearance of Atlantis ring a bell with you?

Say what now?

I blink astonishedly at what I just heard.

"C'mon, give me a break. I'd had too much cheese." Plagg says nonchalantly, nibbling away at another piece of cheese.

"The Leaning Tower of Pisa?" Master Fu adds as if the fact that he was responsible for the disappearance of Atlantis wasn't surprising enough.

"I didn't see it."

"Dinosaurs!"

"Oh! Yeah... okay. No, I—I... did go too far there. But I was young." The Kwami answers noddingly. I turn to Seven wordlessly to which she just pats my shoulder, "It's okay, love. We've all been there."

I gape in bewilderment at this Kwami. His laid back yet whimsical persona gives me a clear vision of Cat Noir.

"Neither Cat Noir nor Plagg can help you this time." Master Fu says walking over to the gramophone. Plagg sighs in defeat.

He grabs the Miraculous Box from the gramophone and places it in front of both of us.

"(Y/N) (L/N) and Marinette Dupain-Cheng," He begins, opening it up as various miraculous jewels are in display before us, "Pick an ally you can trust to fight alongside you on this mission. Choose wisely; such powers are meant to serve the greater good. Once the mission is over, you will retrieve the Miraculous from them."

Marinette and I take our place before the box, our eyes scanning the different miraculouses.

"We need someone who can actually immobilize our opponent."

My hand hovers above the Fox miraculous but I pull way towards the Bee miraculous, the Miraculous of Subjection.

I turn to Marinette. "Are you thinking what I'm thinking?" I ask and she nods willfully leading me to grab the miraculous.

"We know just the person!"

---

"You go get her. I'll distract Style Queen!" I say as we yet again advance towards the Eiffel Tower. Ladybug branches off to find Alya with the Bee Miraculous.

I swing onto the floor where Adrien's statue is. I approach it cautiously, placing a hand on the forcefield that separates me and him. His body's almost half gone from the glitter.

"Hang in there, Agreste..." I say soulfully as I stare into his scared expression. Then, I realise. It's taking too long for Style Queen to notice me.

Wait...

I gasp as I realise she must've gotten to Ladybug first. There goes the explosion under the Eiffel Tower. My heart drops at the sound as I rush down to one of the floors and my eyes widen when I see Alya turned into a statue. Ladybug tries to fight off the villain.

"Ah, the rose finally decided to join the fight?" Style Queen taunts as she then starts shooting rays of glitter towards me. I distract the villain some more as Ladybug hides behind a rail.

"Lucky Charm!" She chants in action and a tube falls on her hand. "A tube of glue!"

"Glue this, Bug!" Style Queen shoots more gold as Ladybug dodges her rays.

I attack the villain and divert her attention towards me, stumbling before her. She corners me, shooting numerous rays at me.

"Prepare to become glitter, Primvère Rosé!" She says and then points a huge glitter ray towards me, shooting it.

"Prim! No!" Ladybug jumps in front of me and I feel her body turn stone cold.

"Ladybug!" I scream, as her golden statue lies in front of me and the tube of glue falls on her ground. Style Queen continues her harsh offence, closing in on me as I jump up towards Adrien's encased statue.

Using my vision, I look around and only a French flag is highlighted. I grab the flag and smear it all around with the glue, turning around as I sense her presence behind me.

"You're always running away, Primvère Rosé. What? Afraid you'll never be able to defeat me?"

I twirl the glued flag around and point it towards her, "Not this time!"

We both run towards each other. As I close in on her, she materialises in front of me. I use this opportunity to swipe the flag towards her glitter body some of which gets stuck to the glue. I smirk at that, jumping back as I still hold my stance.

Style Queen laughs imperviously, materialising back. "A glue diet? Ha! That's original. But I'm still going to-oh!" She finally notices the big portion of her abdomen missing as it's stuck on the flag.

"Oh, what's the matter? I thought you were so 'invincible'." I mock her.

"How dare you?! You thorny brat!" She says and shooting numerous glitter rays at me. I use the flag to defend myself. She materialises behind me, pushing my unguarded self in the back and I fall over. The flag just conveniently falls off my hand and slides across the floor.

I try to grab it but Style Queen steps on my hand with her heel.

"You're no match for Style Queen, my poor Primvère. Soon, you'll be nothing but a bad memory, like shoulder pads!" She laughs and points her sceptre close to my body. I turn away from her, quietly accepting my defeat.

If only you were here, Cat Noir...

I close my eyes, trying to think of a way to turn the situation over.

"Stay away from the primrose!" A squeaky voice pulls me out of my state and I look up to see a familiar black creature.

"Plagg!" I call out happily.

"Agh, my, my." Style Queen eyes the Kwami appalled, "What do we have here? A talking rat?"

Plagg gasps in contrast to her, "Meow. Style faux pas." He says offended by her comment.

"Cataclysm!" He boops the floor with his power. A big explosion occurs around us which shatters the forcefield around Adrien. The Eiffel Tower, along with its foundation crumbles and I feel an enormous earthquake shake the whole city.

The tip of the Eiffel Tower falls off; a piece of debris falls on Style Queen.

"You better hurry and fix everything," Plagg tells me making me stand up and wobble towards Adrien's statue. I smash the cracked forcefield.

"Jeez. Now I get why Master Fu didn't want to let him out." I mutter to myself as I take the rose from Adrien's lips.

"NO!" Style Queen yells as she materialises. Just in time, I smash it down and the Akuma flies out.

"No more evil-doing for you, little Akuma," I say, picking a rose from my hair. The purple rose blooms with a lavender glow, sending an aura around me. The Akuma flies towards the rose and sits on it, sipping its nectar. It reverts into a regular butterfly as the aura flushes within the Akuma and the rose disintegrates on my palm.

"Miraculous Primrose!" I chant as I shoot an arrow towards the sky. Purple rose petals transverse all around the city, repairing all the damage that was caused by Plagg's Cataclysm. The golden statues of Chloé and Adrien turn back to normal, along with Style Queen who turns back to Audrey.

I exhale a huge breath of air, feeling relieved that it was over.

"Adrikens!" Chloé cheers and rushes to the model who regains his consciousness. "I was so scared!" She says and I watch them from afar with a smile on my face.

I turn to Audrey who's on the ground with her hand on her head, phasing out the fatigue.

"No more injustice in the world and here's a token from a rose~" I chant and roses form around me and then hover towards her. A pair of eccentric rose-laced black shades replace the ones resting on her face and she's left astonished.

"Oh. My. God." She scrunches her nose. I wait for the fairly backhanded insult she's going to say.

"This is utterly marvellous! This shade of black suits me outstandingly!" She says, surprising me dearly. I sigh yet again, feeling soothed of not being berated of my sense of fashion.

"Prim!" Ladybug swings towards me. I hug her tightly, sighing into her as I see she's safe, "We did it!" I say as Plagg hovers close to me with a smug look.

"Pound it!" The three of us fist bump and I look at Plagg.

"I hope Cat Noir finds his Miraculous," I say to him as I use my finger to caress his small chubby cheeks.

"Don't worry. I'll be on him like mould on cheese." He says before bidding adieu and leaving the vicinity.

Chloé and her mother already leaves, with Audrey planning to fire everyone and their mother in Paris.

"Oh, the fashion show," Adrien gasps, "My father is gonna worry about me."

I look at Ladybug who gestures me to go to him.

"It's on my way. I can give you a lift if you don't mind." I tell him. He turns to me with wide eyes.

"Really?" He sounds like a puppy getting a treat. I chuckle at his cuteness, nodding with a shy grin.

"Yeah. Come on..." I gesture him to grab my hand. He looks at it with a pause before grabbing it. I pull him closer, our hips touching as he puts his arms around my neck.

"Hold on tight..." I say, turning away with my face feeling hot from our close contact.

And just like that, we swing off towards the Grand Palais.

End Chapter.