What if Lila/Cerise was akumatized in Penalteam instead of Chloé ?
Cerise is akumatized into Penalty and she comes to turn Paris into a soccerplay zone. Her powers are identical to Penalteam Chloé: To summon her team of 10 clones of herself (alongside with herself as the team captain).
Her and her teammates:
Penalty/Cerise (original) (C)
Rosa
Lila
Iris
Narcissa
Bella
Marguerita
Jonquille
Poppy
Muguet
Edelweiss
Penalty personnally gives these names to her clones.
Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir belongs to Miraculous Corp.
CH. SUMMARY: Ladybug foils Sirena's plans to kill Chat Noir and then . . . Ladybug is falling.
Chat Noir was not expecting The Great Shove of 2021 when he turned to face his partner. The strength she used to push him out of the way would have cracked his ribcage if he weren’t transformed.
All it should have done was thrust him into the asphalt, but . . .
Since bad luck followed him apparently, his body tumbled across the rooftop. The momentum at which he slid threw his head for a loop. Before he knew it, his legs fell out from beneath him and he dangled over the water. Eyes wide, he sank the claws of his good arm into the roof and held on for dear life. Carapace scrambled to grab Chat before he could fall, leaving Rena to assist Ladybug.
Carapace gripped Chat’s claws and used the strength of his thighs to pull him up, grunting from the effort. As he helped Chat, he caught sight of how far the waters had risen since they first landed on the rooftop and promptly did a double-take. “Uh, dude, we have a problem.”
“What could be worse than this?” Chat huffed, collapsing when all his appendages were safe and not dangling from the edge. “Hey, why aren’t you helping Ladybug? Go help her,” Chat insisted, trying to stand up, but his arm gave way and his chest hit the ground with a thump.
“Ladybug has Rena. Listen, about that problem--”
“Look, I’m fine. Thanks for the save and all, but Ladybug needs you--”
“DUDE!”
“What?!” Chat snapped, turning toward his turtle teammate.
“That!”
He followed Carapace’s finger to find the water halfway up the tower. The duo gulped. Neither one said anything. They didn’t want to give weight to the obviously heavy elephant in the room: If they didn’t purify the akuma and fast, there would be no one left to save and no one left to do the saving.
They’d all be seafoam.
Screams soured the air and Chat and Carapace peered over the edge in their direction. Nearby, a group of people huddled together on a rooftop, the water inching closer and closer to their shoes.
They had nowhere to go.
Meanwhile, Ladybug had other concerns. When she pushed Chat out of the way, her body had barreled into Sirena’s, catching the akuma temporarily off guard. They rolled together, arms and legs and talons entangled in each other, teeth clacking. Ladybug hoped Sirena had dropped the knife in the skirmish and wrestled from beneath her, their hands clasped together in a battle for control.
Being this up close to Sirena, Ladybug had to avoid cringing into herself. She had feather-like sideburns and her eyes weren’t all gray like she originally thought. They kind of glowed and what used to be her irises were lined with red. Growling, Sirena bared her teeth at Ladybug, shoving back on Ladybug’s arms until her elbows dented the rooftop.
One of Sirena’s hands lunged toward Ladybug’s ears. Ladybug reached up to block her, giving the akuma an opening. Ladybug was completely unprepared for a punch to her side, effectively knocking the wind right out of her. She pushed on Sirena’s shoulder with her free hand, but they were of equal strength.
It would appear, as it were, the girls had entered a stalemate.
Rena approached then and tried to push Sirena off of Ladybug, but she was no match for Sirena’s wings flapping angrily behind her. The sheer force of them sent Rena spinning.
“W-why are you doing this?” Ladybug grunted, turning her face away as Sirena leaned in so close her breath burned Ladybug’s cheeks. Sirena really had no sense of personal space.
“Because I despise you, Ladybug,” Sirena crooned, her voice tinkling like a melody. Something about it was familiar, but Ladybug couldn’t put a finger on it.
Huh. That was new. Akumas didn’t usually have a personal beef with Ladybug.
“Ladybug, there are people stranded over there!” Carapace shouted to her from the other side of the building. A quick glance told her Carapace and Chat were standing beside each other where she had shoved him, and Rena stood in between, unsure of where she was needed the most.
“Go help them. I’ve got Sirena,” Ladybug commanded. The trio nodded and Carapace and Rena jumped out of sight. Chat lingered a moment, watching Ladybug and Sirena with trepidation.
Ladybug grit her teeth. “Go!”
Grudgingly, Chat went.
Ladybug faced the akuma again. “What did I do to you?”
“You mean you don’t recognize me?”
Ladybug tried really hard not to laugh at that. Recognize her? How could she? “Have you looked in the mirror lately?” Ladybug remarked, channeling Chat Noir’s confidence because she really didn’t have any of her own. Sirena’s eyes widened and for a single moment, her grip loosened.
A moment was all Ladybug needed.
She used all of her power to push herself off the ground, rolling them until Sirena was pinned beneath Ladybug’s body weight instead. The shift in authority enraged the akuma, but Ladybug wanted to give her a chance to do the right thing. She set her mouth in a firm line. “Tell me where the akuma is and I’ll let you go.”
Sirena’s lips tilted into a sinister smile. Ladybug persisted.
“All those people will be dead because of you. Do you really want that? You tricked them into the water with your song!”
“It’s far from my fault. People can’t resist when they hear what they like to hear.”
Wait.
Ladybug had heard that exact line before.
No way.
Ladybug squinted at the girl beneath her. She realized the hair style wasn’t so different, but her skin was much paler than her usual tone. The wings and feathers certainly didn’t help any. “Lila?” Ladybug asked in disbelief. “You got akumatized again?”
“You should have let everyone believe you’re my best friend.” Ladybug rolled her eyes at that. Sirena bristled but then relaxed her face into a smirk. “Instead, you made the decision to be my worst enemy.”
Before Ladybug knew what she was doing, Sirena’s hands were by her ears again. Instead of going for her Miraculous, however, she pinched the tissue blocking her siren song and plucked. She didn’t waste a second before humming her melody, gaining great pleasure from the mist settling over Ladybug’s eyes. Instantly, the heroine was lulled into complacency.
As she hummed, Ladybug’s body went limp. Sirena pulled her knees to her chest and positioned the soles of her talons on Ladybug’s abdomen. She couldn’t wipe the smile off her face, but honestly, was she even trying? She had Ladybug right where she wanted her.
With one big shove, she launched Ladybug up and over herself.
Then she used the momentum to somersault into the air and trusted her wings to catch her. She didn’t have to look back to know that Ladybug’s body was hurtling helplessly towards the icy waters engulfing all of Paris. She kept the blade wet with blood tucked behind her back.
Chat was a slave to his terror as he watched helplessly from where he stood, having just returned with a person on his back.
“LADYBUG!” Chat Noir shouted, dropping the person as quickly--and delicately--as he could manage.
Now is not the time to panic, Chat instructed himself.
Ladybug was fine.
Any second now, she’d sail back into action and the battle would resume.
Nothing bad can happen to her because she has her yo-yo--
The yo-yo that Sirena was gripping with her other talon.
His stomach dropped.
If Sirena had Ladybug’s yo-yo, the yo-yo that was supposed to save Ladybug, then that meant the yo-yo wasn’t attached to Ladybug.
So Ladybug didn’t have her yo-yo.
Ladybug can’t save herself.
The millisecond the thought formed, Chat Noir was a blur, removing his baton from his back with his working arm and sprinting toward the edge of the roof. As he passed Sirena, their eyes briefly met, and what he saw in hers sent a cold fury down his spine. He wasn’t sure how he hadn’t seen it before (okay, maybe he’d cut himself some slack; she honestly didn’t even look human right then), but those were definitely his classmate’s eyes.
And the darkness he found there told him everything he needed to know about Lila Rossi.
1) Lila had hated Ladybug since the day they met.
2) Lila had demonstrated in the past an enthusiasm to sabotage Ladybug without being akumatized.
3) Lila loathed Ladybug apparently to the point of wanting her dead, akuma or not.
4) Lila Rossi would be a mass murderer if Ladybug didn’t use her power to restore everything and everyone. And she didn’t care.
5) Lila was more than willing to kill Ladybug herself.
There was no way Hawk Moth would have approved of Lila throwing Ladybug off the building because he wanted both of the Miraculous, and if Ladybug so much as grazed the water, her entire existence would cease as every perfect molecule shaping her would turn to seafoam, Miraculous and all. And then everyone who had been turned to seafoam during this attack would be gone forever.
Including Ladybug.
Tears stung Chat Noir’s eyes. Partly due to the biting wind as his body succumbed to gravity. Partly due to the violent and all-consuming fear that he wouldn’t get to his lady in time. The tears were making it impossible to see anything, despite there not being a cloud for miles.
It was a beautiful day.
It was supposed to be their day. Stoneheart’s Anniversary. Reveal Day.
Just as sure as the air whipping past him chilled him to the bone, the sun penetrated Chat’s black suit with equal fervor. He felt like he was burning yet also shivering and his stomach swooped chaotically. It vaguely reminded him of the time he jumped from Gorizilla as Adrien on this very same building, but this was different. He knew Ladybug would catch him then. It was as fact as the blood coursing through his veins and the heart beating between his lungs.
But what if he couldn’t catch Ladybug?
It suddenly dawned on Chat Noir that if he didn’t make it to Ladybug in time, he would have to make a choice. Live . . . or give up. He could use his baton to wedge himself in one of the many nooks of the tower. Try to defeat the akuma with Carapace and Rena Rouge somehow. But what would life even look like after this akuma?
There would be no life. The water wouldn’t fade. The people lost would never return. As far as he knew, the water only covered Paris, but it could have stretched beyond that. Could he even make it off the tower? He was out of astro power ups and he used his last piece of cheese to transform a second time mid-battle. Would Plagg even be able to do it again without recharging?
Would Plagg even want to exist if his other half didn’t?
Could destruction prevail without creation?
Maybe . . . maybe yielding to the sea wouldn’t be so bad after all.
It would be him and his lady until the end.
He knew from experience getting blasted into oblivion by akumas was painless.
Perhaps turning to seafoam would be no different.
“Chat?!”
He whipped his head to the side, searching, searching, searching for the source of that melodic sound.
There!
“Ladybug!” he called over the lashing winds.
She had one arm resting against her side and the other outstretched in the air. To him, he realized. With his good arm, he extended his baton against the building and used the momentum to propel himself faster toward her, his other gloved claw reaching so hard that the pain from earlier seared him. It felt like his arm was being ripped from its socket.
But no mortal pain could measure up to the overwhelming relief surging through him when his fingers brushed Ladybug’s. Not wanting to waste another second nearing the waters, he scanned the building beside them for an opening, any opening. Thrusting his baton into a window wouldn’t have enough resistance to halt their free fall. As he speculated earlier, he needed a nook. Something his baton could catch on.
“Over there!” Ladybug shouted abruptly, gesturing with her eyes. Chat followed her gaze and, as always, his lady knew exactly what he needed. With a confidence he didn’t feel, he unfurled his baton once more and struck it against the tower. Without warning, he cried out as the action combined with Ladybug’s weight tore the muscle in his shoulder further than he could have anticipated. He wanted to throw up.
Ladybug winced for him. “I’m sorry!”
Surprised, Chat looked down at her hanging from his hand and barked out a laugh so hysterical an image of white leather flashed in Ladybug’s mind.
Chat bellowed incredulously, “You’re sorry?! For what? You pushed me out of the way! It should have been me free-falling.”
Tears welled in Ladybug’s eyes. “I’m so clumsy. My yo-yo rolled away from me.”
Chat grit his teeth. “It didn’t roll away from you. Lila stole it.”
“She wanted me dead.”
It wasn’t a question. But Chat was struggling to hold onto both Ladybug and his baton, so he pretended it was to keep the conversation going. God knew he needed the distraction.
“Looks that way.”
“She had a knife.”
“She what?”
He looked back down at Ladybug then. She didn’t meet his eyes, instead choosing to watch the waters beneath them.
“A knife. I saw her coming for you with a knife and I—“
I couldn’t let her hurt you.
Conflicting emotions battled for dominance within Chat’s heart. The first one he could identify was anger. Anger that she would take a hit meant for him. However brave, only one of them could put everything back to normal and it wasn’t him.
The next one was bafflement. Bafflement that not only did Lila want to murder Ladybug . . . the desire was definitely premeditated. A blade wasn’t part of her transformation. She had to have had it on her before she got akumatized. But that emotion was short-lived. He was learning to expect wickedness from this classmate.
The last emotion was a billowing astonishment. As steadfast as the waves below them, the awe crested over him in intervals.
She would do that . . . for me?
Ladybug’s hand slackened a little. “I feel dizzy.”
Chat clutched her tighter, refusing to submit to gravity. “Did she hit you in the head?”
“. . . No.”
Chat gripped Ladybug’s hand even tighter yet, against the pleading from his body to let go. Sweat beaded across his forehead and neck. The exertion and smoldering heat from the sun were exhausting him.
Ladybug’s earrings beeped, and she instinctually lifted her unused hand--the one not holding on to Chat for dear life--to touch them. When her hand brushed her face, it left behind a sticky residue and the putrid scent of copper filled her nostrils. She was seeing red . . . but it wasn’t from anger.
“Chat?”
“Hm?” Chat responded absentmindedly. He hadn’t used his cataclysm yet, so they had a little bit of time before he would really start panicking. Rena Rouge and Carapace had to be coming for them. They had to. All Chat and Ladybug had to do was wait.
We’ve got time. We’ve got time. We’ve got time. He chanted the mantra in his head to keep himself sane.
He tried not to wonder if Rena and Carapace had even seen them fall.
“Chat, I . . .” his partner began, interrupting his inner chanting. “I thought she punched me, but I think . . . I think she stabbed me.”
Chat’s head whipped so fast. His heart squeezed at the sight of blood smeared on Ladybug’s cheek. She rested her free hand against her side once more, gritting her teeth from the pressure, and when she removed it, blood dripped from her palm.
“Oh, Bug,” Chat whispered, tears in his eyes. No, no, no, no . . .
So they didn’t have as much time as he thought.
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So this is the second part. :3 Action-packed and angsty, just how I like it. 🥴Follow me for updates and check out my Instagram where I post art!
Notes: Yes, Marin is based off of Todoroki. :D He is best boi.
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"Isn't this perfect, my King?" Lila Rossi drawled, her tone laced with pure sweetness and sugar. She lifted a finger to an arm of the male beside her, and trailed circles on it. They were slow and precise, giving off the impression that they were meaningful in a sense.
Marin didn't provide a verbal reply. He simply nodded, his locks - midnight on one half and red on the other - shaking with the movement. His scalp was a line of white, that separated the two colours down the middle of his head.
A faint wind blew across the horizon, breezing past the two figures and ruffling their gowns of velvet and gold. The cloak draped over Fashion King's shoulders hiked up the slightest bit, allowing passersby to catch a glint of the black spots plastered on the inside of it.
Footsteps resounded behind. They turned in unison, only to be met with the sight of a teen dressed in charcoal black leather. Chat Noir panted, his chest heaving as he shortened his baton and held it out as a means of defence.
Lila, Fashion Queen, allowed a cackle to pierce the silent atmosphere surrounding them all. She took a confident step forward, making Adrien move back in accordance and flick his emerald eyes about whilst doing so.
"Well, if it isn't the little sidekick to Red Beetle," she spat out, venom infused within her words. "It's been a while since we've last seen each other."
The blond's expression morphed into that of an angered soul. He commanded, "What did you do to Marin, Lila? There was no need to bring him into this. This is between you and me, and it doesn't concern him in the slightest."
"It should be obvious. What's a queen without her king? A weak akuma, that's what. Thanks to Hawk Moth, I'll finally be able to destroy you pathetic excuses for heroes, and with a ruler by my side."
Chat Noir grit his teeth. Restrained anger radiated off of him in waves, only helped by his tense muscles and glinting fangs. He turned to Marin, disregarding his primary enemy and instead pleading, "Prince, please. Try and break free from the akuma, I know you wouldn't want any of this!"
"It's no use," the nearby Italian cut in. A smirk danced on her lips, that were partly hidden by a pair of elegant brown curls draping down to her chin.
He felt a growl start up at the back of his throat. Without much thinking, nimble fingers split his staff into two, then positioned them offensively. "I will save you from her, Marin," he whispered.
Said male felt his mismatched pupils widen. One of them - that was surrounded by patches of dull black as if to represent a ladybird - held a spark of warmth, though it was snuffed out as soon as Lila began to speak again.
"We'll see if you can," he intoned, his voice rich with monotony and robotic essence.
None noticed the scarlet kwami watching from off to the side, tears pooling in her eyes as her holder charged forward with hurtful intent in mind. Tikki scanned about, goal vague until she narrowed her focus on a flash of familiar studs, settled within Marin's earlobes.
"Something tells me we're going to need those..." she breathed.
~*~*~
Violet bubbles of magic cascaded down a girl's form in ripples, revealing an orange jacket and spotted dress to the outside world. She let out a groan on instinct, feeling her numb body regain feeling as she slowly tilted her head up to peer about. What greeted her was the sight of metal beams from the Eiffel Tower, along with paved tarmac beneath her knees.
"Lila Rossi, you're under arrest for acts of treason and aiding a national terrorist on Parisian grounds," someone droned from out of the blue nearby. A pair of large hands encased her wrists, which were soon replaced by cold metal cuffs.
She screeched - her vocals cords burning from the strain of the sudden act - yet it didn't stop the red-haired officer in navy from pushing her over to a police cruiser, parked off to the side from where she'd first come to her senses.
Cameras flashed about in clusters.
"Prince..."
Mister Bug exhaled a relieved sigh from chapped lips. However, he soon lathered them in saliva again, if only to quell his nerves. The head he cradled to his chest was loose and hanging, left without a single muscle to keep it up.
He glanced to the teenager crouched in front of him. "Thanks for the help, Luka," he said, soft to assure that his partner did not wake up from his exhausted slumber.
"It was no problem," the musician assured, just as gently whilst he reached to card a hand through the tresses of Marin's raven fringe. "I hope he's okay..."
Adrien nodded in agreement, though his determined features soon shifted into a mix of jealousy and suspicion as he looked between Luka's flushed cheeks and dazed expression aimed at Marin.
"Say...you two wouldn't happen to be together, would you...?"
The only evidence of shock from the other boy was the widening of his eyes, but they soon returned to their normal size as he scratched the nape of his neck out of nervousness. "No, we're not," he denied, a tinge of longing in his spoken syllables.
Mister Bug rose a doubting brow, yet his thoughts were suddenly interrupted by a nickname murmured against the surface of his chest. "Kitty..." Marin had said, though it was hard to tell when he was muffled by his red plate of impenetrable armour.
The ladybug hero felt his skin flare with a shade of hot pink. The wave of warmth that had descended upon his heart was overwhelming, sending mixed signals and haywire emotions around within his skull. He stood abruptly, ignoring the press behind him as he pulled his crush's figure closer to his torso (in an almost possessive manner).
"I'll be taking my Prince home now, and again: thank you for helping me bring him back." He confessed, "I don't think I'll ever forget having to fight him today."
Luka rose to meet his level of height. "Tell Marin I'm glad he's okay," he whispered, smiling with creases at the edges of his eyes. "And that I hope he's able to get his energy back soon."
"I will," Mister Bug agreed, determination surging through his veins. He took out the yo-yo settled at his hip, and spun it in vigorous rotations before turning around. One last wish kept his goal concrete as he tugged and soared across the horizon like his namesake.
You'll be safe with me, M'Lord. I promise.
~*~*~
Virgin Media Wi-Fi SUCKS and I was about to make this post on my computer last night before it suddenly went off. I'm using data on my phone right now to make this, so sorry if it looks or seems different. I won't be able to update my masterlist yet with this work linked either.
It has been going on and off since Friday, and it's still not on now -_-.
I've imagined the design of Movie Star, an upcoming cinematography-themed akumatized villainess and a Cerise's form. Her superpower is: To turn her victims into fictional characters from movies and cartoons according her own thoughts (a mashup of Animaestro, Wishmaker and Queen Banana) thanks to her magic megaphone which shoots laser.
Example: When she shoots a civilian, the latter can be turned into a clown if Movie Star thinks that his/her target must be transformed into a clown. If another can be turned into a vampire, same thing.
The akuma is on her megaphone.
I think about her design for the upcoming Chloenette AU Season 4 post.
Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Cat Noir belongs to Miraculous Corp.
Cerise/Lila's designs:
Miraculous fanart: Cerise Bianca (Lila Rossi)/Chrysalis
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Miraculous fanart: Cerise Bianca Lila Rossi
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Miraculous fanart: Hell Queen (Akumatized Lila)
I present to you Hell Queen.
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First: Waitress
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