A/N- STILL NOT DEAD AND PLEASE DON'T KILL ME *runs away*

;3

Adrien cautiously looked over at Marinette they were standing on her balcony, trying to come up with a plan to rescue the triplets.

'Any memories Chat?' Adrien asked.

'No. My memories of Hawkmoth are fuzzy.' Chat responded.

Marinette and Chat were trying to remember details about Hawkmoth.

Marinette snapped her fingers and straightened up and exclaimed, "I remember something!"

"Really? What is Marinette?" Adrien asked.

"Hawkmoth had a large army, but he had to capture then change them into his minions." Marinette informed him.

'That's right! And they have to be feeling negative emotions.' Chat added.

Adrien reported what Chat had told him, and Marinette jumped up and hugged his neck.

Adrien froze, but Chat made him wrap his arms around her waist.

Marinette realized what she did and stammered out an apologized while Adrien did the same.

They untangled themselves from each other and blushed.

"So um, do you remember where Hawkmoth liked to live?" Adrien asked, trying to break some of the tension.

"Hmm. He enjoyed high places that were dark." Marinette mused.

"So like a tower?" Adrien asked.

"Yep. That sounds right." Marinette said, nodding.

"Do you know what he wants?" Adrien asked.

"No. All my father told me before he died was to protect the dragon eggs at all costs." Marinette said, shaking her head.

Adrien rubbed her arm and pulled her into a hug.

"We'll rescue them, Marinette." He whispered into her hair.

"Adrien! Your Father is here to pick you up!" Called Sabine.

Marinette began to ease away from him, but Adrien didn't let her.

"Adrien?" Marinette asked, looking up at him.

"I'm not leaving you." Adrien told her, his grip tightening.

"But your father-"

"Doesn't even care about the kids. I'm not leaving you." Adrien growled.

Marinette sighed, and shook her head against his chest.

"There's my idiotic kitty that I missed so much."

"Hey! I'm not an idiot!" Adrien protested.

Marinette laughed in the first time since before the triplets got kidnapped and looked up at him and told him, "Yes, you are."

;3

Hugo watched the man creep towards the pillar with purple butterflies inside.

"Ah, aren't they beautiful?" The man cooed.

"STYLE QUEEN!" He then roared and not soon after golden dust floated out of the cracks in the floor.

The golden dust swirled together and revealed a stunningly beautiful woman whose skin was gold, an one piece swimsuit-like outfit with black on the hips jutting out, black sunglasses, gold hair up into a circle that reminded Hugo of a cobweb with black streaks in them, gold high heels, and the woman carried a golden staff with golden dust swirling around it.

"I don't know why he called her 'Style Queen.' Mommy's much prettier and has much more style than her." Emma whispered.

"Agreed." Louis whispered, and Hugo nodded in agreement with his siblings.

"Hey! I'll you know that no one can match my style!" The woman bellowed.

"Oh, do you mean that your style is so bad that no one can be bad as you?" Emma asked.

The woman growled, and slammed her staff on the ground, turning the floor to gold.

The man jumped when the floor he was standing on turned into gold.

"Style Queen, meet the royal brat and her cat sidekick's adopted children. Please do not harm them, we need then alive and unharmed." The man said, bored.

"Of course Master." Style Queen growled, glaring at them.

"Style Queen I need you to go and turn people into gold then bring them here. I'll take care of the rest." The man grinned, coldly.

"Yes, Hawkmoth." Style Queen said, bowing, and vanished into golden dust.

Hawkmoth walked up to them and reached to touch his cheek.

"Don't worry young ones, we'll be one big happy family soon."

;3

Golden Queen laughed she blasted a girl with orange hair and glasses to gold.

Oh, how she missed this!

Seeing people run away in fear, their golden faces twisted into fear, Style Queen had missed that very soon.

She waved her staff and the girl crumbled into dust and floated away, back to her Master's living spot.

Soon that royal pain in the neck would pay for what she did.

Very soon.