Kim smirked down at the tiny girl who had stepped forward.
”You? What are you, like, 5 years old?” he teased, using his hand to measure her small stature as she continued to grin at him.
“I’m 8, actually. We’re in the same class you know,” she responded, folding her arms. Cocking an eyebrow, she challenged, “I’ll give you a chance to back out, if you’re afraid...”
“Not a chance,” he snapped. He never backed out of a challenge, and he had yet to be beaten at this particular game. He turned to the jungle gym, hands hovering in anticipation at his sides.
Max, another student from their class, stepped forward. “Remember, the person who climbs the highest wins! Ready...set... GO!!”
Kim and the small girl both began climbing, the larger boy having the obvious advantage with his longer reach. He quickly made it to the sixth of the ten level structure, and made himself comfortable. No one had ever made it past the fourth level before except him-- so when he looked back to see his opponent already on the fifth level, he was shocked to say the least.
She paused, looking around her in search of her next handhold, and that’s when he noticed she had taken her shoes off and was using her feet to keep a solid grip on the bars. As she made to pull herself up onto the same lever as him, Kim leapt into motion, grabbing the bars right above him and hauling himself upward once more.
They both continued to climb, until they finally reached the ninth level. There was only room for one person on the top, and lightning fast Kim swung up there, knocking his shins in the process.
Grinning down at the tiny girl still holding tightly to the top bar, he sneered. “Well, looks like I wo--”
He cut off at the triumphant smirk she leveled at him as she pushed herself up, balancing precariously on the bar-- before she grabbed onto his shoulders! He felt himself being pulled off-balance by her meager weight, and quickly grabbed the bar between his legs. Shifting to keep them both from toppling to the ground, Kim felt his eyes widen as she finally settled on top of him, sitting on his backpack and shoulders.
“You were saying?” she sing-songed, and as the reality of the situation hit him, Kim started laughing. He had been out-smarted by the miraculous girl now using him as her personal throne, and for once, he couldn’t be happier to lose a challenge as the call came from the cheering crowd of kids below.
“Marinette WINS!”
For Atypical April, my final piece for week one’s theme FRIENDSHIP!
I decided to do my interpretation of how Kim and Mari first met and became best bro’s XD Hope you enjoyed-- I’m not as great a writer when there isn’t a punchline, so please forgive that sad excuse for a drabble XD Dedicated to my darling @mr-hawkmoth-- I know she loves these two XD
Next week: LOVE
Here is the post with the link to the prompts!!!
http://baneismydragon.tumblr.com/post/159101233256/atypical-april-complete-prompt-list
wip of the next part of Tomato Soup and Lemon Zest... I just drew it because right now i don’t feel well and i just needed this ok? God knows when this will actually be completed...
@breeeliss @yourfavouritekindoftrash what’s the ship name? Chat Nath? Nathinoir? This one is hard...
(The theme for week 2 of A-Typical April is LOVE, so it seemed like a good time to write the fic version of this silly post right here -- aka THE RIDICULOUSLY FLUFFY RAREPAIR STORY ABOUT SKATING AND HEELYS THAT NO ONE ASKED FOR)
[AO3]
Chapter One (there are only gonna be like 3 don’t worry)
It wasn’t entirely Adrien’s choice to propose marriage to Chloé Bourgeois. After all, they had made a marriage pact in their early childhood, both their families were wealthy and influential, and now that they were in their twenties, their fathers were both urging each other to settle down already, claiming a marriage between them would be good for publicity.
Adrien liked Chloé, he really did. Not as anything more than a friend, that was for certain, but he didn’t mind the idea of spending the rest of his life with her. She had long grown out of her bratty behaviour back in middle school and now was a confident, beautiful young lady who anyone would be lucky to have. Even as adults they still spent a lot of time in each other’s company. He expected her to readily accept when he finally popped the question one sunny afternoon at a tea party they were having at her father’s hotel.
He definitely had not expected her answer to be, “Sorry Adrien, I’m a lesbian!”
“Wait, what?”
Adrien wasn’t sure he had heard right. His hand holding out the engagement ring dropped a little.
“I’m a lesbian,” Chloé repeated, leaning forward and pressing shut the lid of the ring box. “I have a girlfriend.”
Really? And he had never noticed, all this time?
“Don’t look so shocked, darling!” She let out a chuckle. “I know your gaydar isn’t exactly up-to-scratch, but it can’t really be that much of a surprise, can it?”
Adrien slowly got to his feet, putting the ring box back into his pocket. “My gaydar is completely non-existent so this really is a surprise… but it’s probably a good one. Because to tell the truth, um, I’m not actually in love with you. I just asked you to marry me because–”
“Because it’s what our families want,” she finished. “I understand. But that’s no reason to marry someone, and I’m certainly not going to marry you just because my father thinks it’s a good idea. I’m going to marry someone who I want to, and I think you deserve the same.”
“Thanks, Chloé. You’re right. But my choices are just so limited, since my father won’t accept anyone whose family isn’t respectable enough, and I hardly know anyone else wealthy enough to even consider it!”
“There are plenty of lovely wealthy people out there, Adrikins! You’ll surely find someone.” She sat down on her chair again and began pouring herself another cup of tea.
“I don’t know,” Adrien muttered. “Now that I’m out of school, you know my father keeps me too busy to really get to know anyone new. I’m not sure I would want to marry someone who I haven’t already known for a long time, but none of my current friends are the kind of people my father would allow!”
Chloé took a sip from the tiny porcelain tea cup. “You’re an adult, Adrien, you don’t need to allow your father to boss you around. My own father doesn’t know I’m a lesbian yet but I’ll certainly be telling him soon. I doubt he’ll be happy, but there’s nothing he can do about it, is there?”
“I suppose…” He slumped down onto a chair too. “But I want to make my father proud. I don’t want him cutting me off or anything, and I just… it’s difficult. Who else could I possibly marry other than someone I don’t know and can’t get to know well enough to love?”
He thought about his close friends. Marinette and Alya had already married each other last year, so obviously they were not an option. Nino was someone who Adrien had considered proposing to more than once, but not only was he not from a wealthy or respectable family, he was a boy too! That would be far too scandalous to deal with. He hoped Chloé’s own preferences wouldn’t end up marring her reputation, though she was probably confident enough to handle something like that with ease.
Chloé put her cup down and leaned forwards, smiling. “You already know several people your father would approve of. Think of school, Adrien. Who do you remember from school who has a wealthy family? Other than me, of course.”
Adrien thought back to when he was a teenager, trying to remember. Most of his memories from back then were to do with being Chat Noir and helping defend Paris with his partner Ladybug. He had been crushing on her a lot at the time, that was for sure, though after she turned out to be Marinette his feelings had transformed into something a lot more platonic.
But who else had been at school? Did he have any wealthy classmates?
“Lila,” he said, remembering her suddenly. “Lila Rossi has a respectable family. She even used to have a crush on me. I could…”
He trailed off, noticing that Chloé was giggling.
“Oh, Adrien! I’m afraid you have no chance with Lila whatsoever – who did you think my girlfriend was?”
“What? Your girlfriend is Lila?”
“Yes!”
Adrien stared, trying to let it sink in. How could he have not known this? He spent so much time around Chloé, and yet she had never even given the slightest hint! In fact, it was impressive how much of a secret she had kept it! Especially considering how much she loved to talk about her life!
Well, either that or Adrien’s gaydar was just that terrible.
“Wow,” he said, proceeding to take a long swig of tea, ignoring that it burnt his tongue. “You two do make a very fashionable couple.”
“I know, of course we do. Lila is the most incredible girlfriend anyone could have. If I’m going to marry anyone at all, it’s her. I love her so much.”
“That’s really sweet!”
“Yes, but it doesn’t solve your dilemma. You’re not thinking hard enough – I specifically remember someone else in our collège class whose family was rich enough to rival both of ours.”
Adrien sat against the back of the chair, pondering over it. Who could it be?
“It’s not a boy, is it?” he asked quickly. “Not that I would be against that, my brain doesn’t seem to take gender into account when it comes to falling in love, but I doubt my father would be happy about…”
“No, not a boy,” said Chloé, smirking, “though if all you looked at was her wardrobe then you’d probably mistake her for one…”
“Well the only girl I know who shops in the men’s section is Alya, and she’s already married!”
“Oh Adrien, you really are forgetful, you naïve little kitten.” Chloé took another sip of her tea. “Of course it’s isn’t Alya, it’s someone else. And someone who I’m surprised doesn’t stick better in your memory – I personally find it hard to forget someone with hair such a hideous shade of pink.”
Pink hair? That could only mean…
“Surely you don’t mean Alix.”
“I do.”
“But… she’s…”
There was an awkward silence while Chloé waited for him to find the words he wanted to say. He did indeed remember Alix, but he had been sure Chloé couldn’t have been talking about her, of all people. Alix was about as far away from respectable as you could get.
“She’s not wealthy, is she?” he asked finally.
“Her family certainly is. Respected historians and scientists for generations down the line. Her father practically owns the Louvre. And I’m sure even you remember that high tech pocket watch of hers. Her family is absolutely loaded, and your father would agree.”
Adrien was still too surprised to take it in properly, but… Chloé was right, wasn’t she? The Kubdels were wealthy. Alix was a girl his age. He had known her for a long time now. Other than Chloé and Lila, well, wasn’t this what he was looking for?
“I’ll… I’ll think about it,” he said, looking down at his hands and fiddling with his Miraculous.
“That’s the spirit!”
“But I haven’t really talked to her properly in so long. We were friends back at school, but now…”
“Ask her to teach you how to rollerskate.”
Adrien looked up to see that Chloé wasn’t even looking at him – she sat casually filing her nails, a somewhat amused smile on her face.
“Are you sure that’s a good idea? To just out of the blue–”
“It’s a perfect idea. Her museum day job hardly takes up her time, she’ll thank you for it. And you’ll get to learn a new skill, which will persuade your father to allow some time out of your schedule for lessons. After all, I’m sure you must get tired of modelling all the time.”
“I really do,” Adrien said, nodding. “But it’s just that… Oh, I don’t know. It feels unfair to just choose her like that. As if I suddenly start hanging out with an old friend again just because my father wants me to marry someone and it may as well be her.”
“Well, what other choice do you have? If this is your best option then you might as well go for it. What’s the worst that could happen? You decide you don’t want to marry her, or she says no when you ask, but the two of you still remain good friends just like you and I. It seems a win-win situation.”
“It does sound better when you put it like that, I guess. It would be nice to make better friends with her. She’s really cool.”
Chloé put a hand over her heart. “Aww, see? You already like her!”
“What? No I just – I was just – well she is cool, you can’t deny it!” He hurriedly took another sip of his tea, trying to look casual.
“Personally I always thought she was just a bit weird, but if you say she’s cool then I suppose she must be. Anyway, you absolutely have to let me know how it goes, alright? I’ll be waiting to hear everything.”
“Fine. I will.”
The conversation moved onto other things, and soon the tea party was over.
Adrien was surprised that his father had agreed to adding rollerskating lessons to his schedule, and even more surprised that he was allowing said lessons to be with his old classmate Alix Kubdel, sending Nathalie to book them immediately. The most surprising thing of all was him not even batting an eyelid when Adrien suggested that these lessons be one-on-one, without supervision from his bodyguard or Nathalie. Perhaps Gabriel knew what his son was up to, in which case at least he seemed to approve.
Still, Adrien felt somewhat nervous. After leaving school he hadn’t really talked to Alix much, only seeing her on the odd occasion when all the former classmates would meet up. In fact, he hadn’t spoken to her at all since Kim and Max’s wedding last year where she had been “best girl”. That felt like such a long time ago.
She was so intimidating, too. People had always said that she would grow out of her rough, tomboyish phase, but adulthood hadn’t changed a thing about her – in fact, people were probably more scared of her now than they had ever been back when she could still have been called a “kid”. At least she had always been nice to Adrien, getting along with him well enough to be able to call him a friend. That couldn’t be said about many of the other classmates.
The first rollerskating lesson was somewhat quiet. It took place on the courtyard in front of the Agreste mansion. Adrien didn’t really know what to say apart from the usual small talk that was expected of him, and he was concentrating too much on not falling over to do much else.
“I’ll admit, I have no idea how to teach anyone to do anything,” was the first thing Alix said to him that wasn’t just a simple greeting. She had never been very interested in small talk, anyway. “I have no idea why your dad asked me to do this.”
“Because I already know you,” Adrien said, wobbling around on the skates, starting to get the hang of it. “We’re friends. I mean, we were at school, I know we’ve been out of touch but–”
“Well we’re not out of touch now. So yeah, you’re my friend. I don’t have many of those left right around now.”
“Really? Why not?”
“Kim and Max moved away after they got married, Jalil studies abroad now, everyone at work’s scared of me and I don’t know anyone else. I’ve always been bad at making friends.”
She didn’t bother to hide the bitterness in her voice. Forgetting marriage entirely, Adrien was suddenly overcome with the urge to befriend her properly and end her loneliness. After all, he felt rather lonely a lot of the time too, now that his father kept him so busy and he hardly got to see his friends. It almost felt like he was back to being homeschooled again. He missed having company.
Holding out his hand for a handshake he asked, “We can be good friends, though, right?”
She smiled, whacking her hand against his in a sort of high five instead. “Yeah. That would be awesome.”
The rest of the lesson already felt more light-hearted, just the way things had been between them back at school all those years ago. She even looked much the same as she did back then – still the messy pink hair, still miles shorter than everyone else, still wearing the similar clothing she always did. It was somewhat nostalgic. He wondered if she felt the same way.
The second lesson was a few days later, and was a lot less subdued. Adrien was improving quickly and enjoying it too. Rollerskating was a lot of fun.
“You’re already getting good, you don’t even need my help,” Alix said, somewhat wistfully. “You could easily just carry on by yourself.”
“I’m not that good yet!” Adrien said quickly. “And… and even if I am, it would be more fun to go skating with you than by myself. You don’t have to teach me. You could just be here to hang out. I don’t get to see any of my friends much, so this is nice.”
She looked relieved. “Oh, okay then. Yeah, you’re right. It’s nice to get to hang out with you. You’re really cool.”
Adrien hoped he wasn’t blushing – that was a very sweet thing for her to say, and very unusual coming from someone as apathetic as her.
“Thanks,” he mumbled. “You’re really cool too.”
“And you’re like, the kindest person I know. Do you think some of that could rub off on me? It might help my colleagues to not tremble with fear whenever they see me coming.”
“But you’re not scary!”
“See? This is what I mean when I say you’re the kindest person. You don’t see me the way other people do.” She gave him a friendly punch in the arm, though it was hard enough to send him rolling backwards a little. “Everyone else tiptoes around me like I’m some kind of monster. You actually treat me like a person.”
He tried to return the friendly punch, but it was so soft she probably couldn’t even feel it. “That’s what friends are for, right?”
“Yeah… listen, I know this is quick, but I’m upgrading you to best friend already. You’ve earned it. And I miss having best friends.”
Best friends? Adrien lost his balance for a second and almost tripped over. Alix grabbed his arm in time and lifted him back onto his feet, though that just made him feel even more unstable.
“Best friends sounds good,” he said. “We should hang out more often.”
“Yeah. We totally should.”
The third lesson could hardly even be considered a lesson. Now that Adrien could actually skate without help, it was more just an excuse for them to spend some time with each other, a nice break from Adrien’s busy schedule. They didn’t even skate that much – the weather was sunny and warm, so they sat on the ground with snacks, chatting.
“… and then it turned out that someone had managed to put a traffic cone on top of the statue’s head overnight, and we still have no idea who did it!”
Adrien laughed more than he probably should have. He never usually had much opportunity to laugh when his days were filled up with boring photo shoots and social events, where the only stories people would tell him about were all rather uninteresting. It seemed like Alix’s life was far more fun, or at least, she made it sound that way.
“How did you get the traffic cone down from there?” he asked, once he had finally stopped laughing enough to breathe.
“I climbed up myself and took it down,” she replied. “My dad was furious, but like… how else were we supposed to get it down? Hire a scaffolder or something? Nah, this was much quicker.”
“Your life sounds so interesting,” Adrien admitted. “You’ve got so many cool stories to tell.”
“Most of them are me getting into trouble though…”
“Can you tell me some more?”
“Don’t you have any stories to tell about your own life? Anything at all?”
Of course he did. Unfortunately, the only interesting things that ever happened to him were when he was Chat Noir, and he didn’t feel ready to reveal his secret identity just yet. Now that he was an adult and things were safer, he had been allowed to tell a few people – Marinette knew of course, and so did Alya and Nino. But the thought of telling anyone else was a bit too much.
He just shook his head and said, “No, my life is boring. The most fun I’ve had recently is these skating… lessons? They’re not really lessons, are they?”
“Skate dates,” Alix suggested.
“Y-yeah… skate dates.”
Dates. He had almost forgotten the reason he had wanted these “skate dates” in the first place, since he had just fallen straight into friendship with her. But now it came back to him, his conversation with Chloé about marriage, his father wanting him to wed someone rich as good publicity for the fashion company…
Maybe he wasn’t exactly in love with her yet. But hearing her suggest these as being “dates” just made him feel warm and fuzzy inside. And the feeling just got stronger when, just before she left, she gave him a surprisingly long hug.
The fourth skate date was much like the third one, but even more laid back. Sitting on the steps in front of the mansion, they discussed all the things they hadn’t managed to catch up on after leaving school. Adrien talked about supporting Nino’s career in directing movies, being a mod on the Ladyblog forums once things got too big for Alya to manage by herself, modelling clothes that Marinette made for him and persuading his father to take her on as an intern when she wasn’t busy studying…
It was nice talking to someone who would never judge what he said or expect anything of him. He didn’t have to pretend to be overly polite like with all his father’s clients – he could just say what he wanted without consequence. He had missed being able to do that, now that his other friends were all so busy and Plagg spent much of his time away or asleep.
In return he listened to Alix talking about her museum adventures. She really did seem to get into trouble a lot, something that hadn’t changed at all since school. In fact, she was such a troublemaker she admitted to keeping her pocket watch wrapped in bubble wrap most of the time so she wouldn’t accidentally break it whenever she did something stupid, like trying to climb up the side of the Louvre during akuma attacks (the only time when the security guards would be too busy to stop her).
He couldn’t help noticing her hand resting just beside his. What if he just… moved his hand over a bit… and…
But no, should he? At this point they did feel like close friends, even though it hadn’t been long, but what if that was too quick? No… of course it wasn’t, it was fine… Marinette and Alya used to hold hands all the time even before they started dating, didn’t they…?
Before he could think too hard about it, he gently, casually laid his hand over hers, fully expecting her to stop speaking and smack him or something. But instead she laced her fingers tightly through his and carried on talking without even missing a beat. She didn’t let go of his hand, not even when they finished their snack break and actually got back to skating.
Was that a friendship thing? Adrien wasn’t sure, but he was sure that he was blushing over it. A lot. And he knew he must be blushing even more when he noticed that at the end of the skate date, she hugged him just a little longer and tighter than she had last time. Even after she left, he simply stood there for 10 minutes, trying to get his brain to work again.
Did he only like her now because he had been trying to like her? Or did he actually have a crush on her? Did it even matter?
Meanwhile, on her way home, Alix got a phone call from her old friends Kim and Max.
“Oh hey guys, how’s life in wherever it is you live now?”
She heard Max in the background saying, “We live in Marseilles, we told you this,” at the same time that Kim screeched, “Who cares, I wanna know if you’ve managed to snag Adrien yet! Tell us everything! Tell us tell us tell us TELL US!”
“Oh my gosh, no need to be so loud about it!” She turned her phone volume down, holding it away from her ear slightly. “And it’s not that big a deal. Just chill out.”
“Oh come on, it so is a big deal!” Kim said. “I mean, isn’t your dad gonna cut you off if this doesn’t work out? I still can’t believe it.”
“Yeah, I don’t care if he cuts off my inheritance, it’s not like he ever gives Jalil any money either. The part I’m worried about is that he’s gonna take the watch back if I don’t get married soon. Something about family tradition. It’s stupid.”
“Yeah, no offence to your family, but that really is stupid.”
“Exactly. I don’t care about marriage and romance and… bleh. Stuff like that. But I would do anything to keep that watch, and that includes marrying someone who’ll be unfortunate enough to get stuck with me for the rest of their life.”
“For the record, I personally think being married is awesome. But that’s because I was lucky enough to marry Max, who is the best person in the universe after me. Hey Max, did you hear that? You’re the best!”
Alix rolled her eyes. “You two are so sappy, honestly. But anyway, I’m literally just on my way back from another skate date with Adrien, and–”
“DID YOU SAY DATE?!”
“Yes, date,” she said, holding the phone away from her ear again to avoid the worst of Kim’s loud voice. “And I know you want me to end up together with him, you suggested it so many times, you can stop making it obvious now.”
“So are you together with him yet?”
“Well I’m trying, okay? But you know what I’m like. It’s not easy for me.”
“Please tell me you haven’t beaten him up or something.”
“That’s not what I meant! I meant it’s not easy for me, because I don’t want to get married and I don’t care about stuff like that. Crushes, romance, who cares? Not me. So I’ve basically managed to accidentally become best friends with Adrien instead.”
“Oh, what? He’s not going to marry you like that, is he?”
“He might! Listen, at Marinette’s wedding I was talking to her parents and they said that once you’ve been married for long enough, the lovey-dovey feelings fade and it’s basically like deep friendship. So in my case I think I just always bypass the weird lovey-dovey stage and go straight to the friendship part.”
“But that’s like… normal friendship...”
“Shush! Do you want me to marry him or not?”
“Well yes, but–”
“Then let me do this my own way. I know I can’t fall for him the way people normally do, so I’m just doing the best I can. He’s awesome. And I can’t stand the idea of marrying someone, but… if I end up close enough with him, and if I trust him enough, then maybe I will be able to ask him. And maybe he’ll say yes. And maybe I’ll be okay with that.”
“You can do it!” Kim cheered. “Go woo the heck out of him! Buy him flowers and chocolates, that’s what I do for Max, also take him out to the cinema and when it’s the scary moments of the movie then you put your arm around him and hopefully he’ll rest his head on your shoulder, and–”
“Just shut up,” she laughed, though she did store away that advice for the future. “Anyway I’m nearly home now, I’ve gotta go. My dad won’t be happy if he catches me talking to you again – he still hasn’t really forgiven me for not just marrying you.”
“Even after that time we accidentally set that tree on fire?”
“Well he’s still mad about that too, but he approves of you really. Too bad for him that I just went and purposely set you up with Max instead.”
“And it’s so good that you did! Max is the coolest, most awesome, most sweet and adorable and cute and great person ever, and I love him so much, and–”
“Okay I really am actually going now, goodbye Kim.” She hung up before having to hear more of his cheesy gushing about his husband.
Anyway, maybe he was right. She would have to step up her game if she wanted Adrien to like her enough to agree to marry her. While it felt unfair to use him like that, marrying him just to be able to keep her watch, she had already ended up much better friends with him than she had expected. Spending time with him was so much fun. And there was something just so sweet and vulnerable about him, she felt like she just wanted to always be there with him. Protect him or something.
Perhaps the best thing to do would be to be honest with him when she eventually asked him to marry her. Just outright tell him that she was only doing this because she had to, not because she wanted to. And that she really did care about him, even if it wasn’t exactly the way she was supposed to feel about someone she was asking to marry. In fact, it was lucky that she had been asked to teach him how to rollerskate. She might not have even considered him otherwise, and might have ended up with someone she didn’t like nearly so much.
But then again, he still had to say yes. It hadn’t yet been nearly long enough to ask. She would have to have many more skate dates with him, maybe be more obvious, maybe even think of doing some of that stupid cheesy stuff Kim had suggested, and most importantly just spend a lot more time with him and get to know him better so that at least she’d end up with an amazingly close friend at the end of all of this even if it didn’t work out…
Hey guys! It is almost time to celebrate A-typical April ^_^ A chance for all of us to give some love and appreciation to the less popular and celebrated things in the ML universe! There is so much about this show that is great other than just our adorable love square, and while we are still on Hiatus I thought it would be good to take some time and focus on that. ^_^ (This does not mean no Adrien or Marinette, just that the focus of all the works should be on something other than the Love Square.)
For A-typical April I will be providing a series of both Weekly themes and Daily prompts that you can follow. (And will even have one of those fun visual calendars as well.
Now you CAN do art or fics or gifs or anything else following the weekly or daily prompts (and you certainly don’t have to do all of them!), OR you can show support by finding and kudos and reblogging other people’s works! Take a minute to look through the tags at some Tom and Sabine art, or share a link to a great Julerose or Ninoir fic. So many great non-lovesquare works get glossed over, and this is a wonderful chance to take the time and appreciate them! This show has so many amazing aspects to it that make it what it is.
Anyways: For now Here is a list of the weekly themes! (Daily Calendar coming soon!)
Week 1: Friendship- There are so many amazing friendships on this show we could honestly spend a whole month just talking about that.
Week 2: Love- As much as the Love square is great, let’s take some time to appreciate some of the other pairings in this fandom, there is no small list to chose from
Week 3: Villains- This can include all the akumas, the troublesome adults lurking around (may or may not be plotting an Andre Bourgeois drabble for this week) or even some love for our resident butterfly enthusiast. After all without the villains, we wouldn’t have much of a plot now would we?
Week 4: Daily Life- we all love the magic and the action scenes, but part of what is fun about this show is the regular day to day interactions between the characters. We get just as excited to see Marinette win a videogame contest as we do to see her face off against an actual giant robot!
That’s it for A-Typical April part 1! Part 2 Coming soon. (AKA probably tonight)
If you want to participate please feel free to like and reblog this post- also use the following tag- #MLAtypical #Atypical April
