Hello readers of fanfiction! I've very recently come up with a story idea that I think is used very rarely and that the opposite is more dominant on this site.

Many stories include Chat Noir as the criminal and Ladybug the "good" person, portraying them as enemies. Some examples of these types of fanfics are: 'Mine', by Rara Ezra Heartfilia, 'Bitter Hearts, Lonely Smiles', by mocharetti, and 'Selfless', by ghostgirl19 (go read them if you haven't already! They're some of my favorites!)

Sound familiar?

What I want to try to write about is the opposite.

Literally.

This is my take:

Ladybug is the criminal?, while Chat Noir is the savior of Paris. This story starts off with a similar storyline of the first episode. However, this can be subject to change.

The alarm clock woke me up suddenly from me dreamless curtain behind my eyes. I was glad it wasn't a nightmare again.

A loud clank shook me fully awake as I heard my parents fighting downstairs.

"What did you do?! Now we'll have to make another batch of the raspberry macarons! Don't you do anything right, Tom? Those take hours to make!"

"If you didn't yell at me, maybe I wouldn't have stumbled and dropped the pan!"

"Are you saying that it's my fault?! How dare you accuse me!"

I sighed. This was happening on a daily basis. They never used to fight. They were the perfect example of a good, happy marriage filled with love and understanding.

A few months ago, this erupted out of nowhere. I tried to get involved and stop them, but in the end, it was no use. Now, all they did was try to find reasons why the other person was the problem.

Glancing at the alarm clock, I noticed that I would be late if I wasn't out the door in two minutes.

Jumping out of bed, I quickly got ready for the day. I grabbed a croissant on the way out, with a "bye maman and papa!"

I was just out the door when I heard "You didn't wake Marinette? She's going to be late because of you! And on the first day of school, no less!"

I sighed. This was going to be a long day.

A loud honk of a car broke me out of my thoughts as I looked ahead of me and saw a short man with grey, wiry hair wearing a red Hawaiian shirt. He was slowly making his way across the street and the car was making its way closer and closer to him each second. I had to do something.

I dove forward, and in the nick of time, saved the man from colliding into the vehicle. I rubbed my head, which was throbbing in pain, and managed to look at him.

"Thank you for saving me. That was very courageous of you." He smiled in a knowing way and I smiled back.

"You're welcome...sir. Oh no! I'm going to be late for school! Bye!" I sped off, running as far as my legs could carry me. The bell rang as I was climbing up the steps. I burst into my new classroom and luckily for me, the teacher hadn't assigned role call yet. I sat down in a seat, when I noticed Chloe approaching me.

"Well, if it isn't Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Looks like I'll be stuck in a wretched class with you again this year," I glared at her as she inspected her manicured fingernails, "Oh, that's right. You need to get up from your seat right now. I'm going to be the one sitting here, near my beloved Adrikins. You can move over there." She says, pointing to a seat opposite the classroom, next to a girl with glasses.

"What kind of name is Adrikins?" I mumble, under my breath as I reluctantly start to pack up my things and move. Chloe hears me and gawks, clearly offended.

"You mean you don't know Adrien Agreste, a famous model and son of the famous fashion designer, Gabriel Agreste? How lame are you?" It suddenly hits me. Gabriel Agreste is the one fashion designer that I aspired to be like and I knew that he had a son, but I never really payed much attention to him. I sat down next to the girl with the glasses.

She immediately turns around and starts animatedly speaking "Hi. My name's Alya. I'm new." She holds out her hand for me to hold.

"I'm Marinette. It's nice to meet you." I tell her and genuinely meaning every word. I've never really had a real best friend, if you know what I mean. All the girls in my class, with the exception of Chloe, were nice to me, but I'd never considered any of them my actual friends. We just talked occasionally and that was as far as it went. Maybe Alya would become a close friend.

"It's nice to meet you too, Marinette. Who's that girl with the blond ponytail? The one who was talking to you a few minutes ago?"

"Chloe? Yeah, she's a real pain. I've had her in the same class as me for as long as I can remember. She told me to move because Adrien Agreste would be coming in and she wanted to sit near him."

"Huh. And you just listened to her? You didn't fight back?"

I shrugged. "When you've known Chloe as long as I have, you know not to mess with her. It's just best just to do whatever she says."

"Girl, all that is necessary for the triumph for the evil is that good people do nothing. You have to stand up to Chloe! You can't let her push you around."

I realized that she was right. Why had I let Chloe boss me around? It wasn't fair. "You're right, Alya! Here, have a chocolate chip cookie. I always keep some in my backpack." I reach into my backpack and hand her a cookie my parents had made the night before. That is, before they started arguing again.

She took the cookie and bit into it, closing her eyes in bliss and hummed. Between mouthfuls, she managed to say, "Marinette, this is the best chocolate chip cookie that I've ever tasted in my entire life! And I've had a lot of cookies before, because my mom's a professional chef. Did you make these? Because if you did, you have some mad baking skills, girl!" She gulped the rest of the cookie down.

I giggled, "That's what happens when your parents own a bakery."

I ran as fast as my legs could carry me. My thoughts gathered me in a whirlwind of emotions and I felt tears sting my eyes.

My father had managed to keep me trapped in his pretty, little cage my entire life. I had done everything he wanted to make him feel proud of me. I had been the perfect son, obeying his every rule, limiting my diet, modelling in endless photoshoots, going to every class or lesson my father had arranged for me.

And he still had refused the idea of me going to a real, life public school.

I had tried to ask why he didn't want me to go. Maybe he truly did have a good enough reason for his decision.

But it reminds me of what had actually happened yesterday when I tried to ask.

:::

I was going to do it.

I was 15 years old. He had to let me go to public school. I was tired of being his little puppet. I arranged for Nathalie to get me a meeting with him.

It's ridiculous, isn't it?

I had to arrange a meeting ahead of time to talk to my own father.

Anyway, when the time came, I made sure that my hair was combed and that I looked presentable. I needed to look like I was serious. It was my only chance of actually have a chance at convincing my father. I knocked on the tall wooden doors, three times.

There was a faint "come in, Adrien" from the other side. I took a deep breath. My heart was pounding and my stomach had butterflies in it. But I couldn't have been more confident about my decision. I opened the latch and opened the door.

There he was, writing something down.

Gabriel Agreste had never been an emotional man. It made me wonder how my mother and father ever fell in love. They were polar opposites: mother was a ray of sunshine, while father was an icy wind on a cold, winter's day. His monotone gray eyes were a contrast to my mother's twinkling evergreen.

But that didn't matter now. I sat down in front of my father, and waited for him to face me.

"Ah, Adrien. I presume you've finished your studies?" his eyes were boring into mine, make me uncomfortable.

"Yes, father. Everything is done. I, uh, actually wanted to ask you about something."

"Well, get on with it. I don't have all day."

"The first day of public school is tomorrow and I want you to give me permission to be able to go."

Silence.

"Adrien, you know why the answer is no. It still applies."

"No, father! I'm 15 years old. I deserve to have a chance at doing what I want, instead of whatever you want for me!"

"Adrien, this conversation is over. You are forbidden to go to school. "

:::

Which brings us to present day.

I was sick of being like Rapunzel, begging to her mother to let her go outside the tower.

I start to head up the steps when I hear Nathalie, "Adrien, we have to get home. Your father will be furious."

I was going to say refuse, until I saw a small man wearing a red Hawaiian shirt struggling in the corner of my eye. I avoid Nathalie's gaze as I jog over to help him get up.

"Thank you, young man. No one these days cares for an old man like me. No matter, though." He waves it off, suddenly cheerful.

"It's really no problem, sir. Glad I could be of service." I smile at him as Nathalie comes over to me.

"Adrien, we have to go. Now."

"I know, I know. I just hoped that there would be a way, somehow."

I turn to the old man, "Sir, do you need any help getting to where you want to go?"

"No, thank you. You've already done so much for me. More than you know." I wave him goodbye and walk to the silver car, my hopes shattered.

Maybe next year.

Should I continue?

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(today is my birthday, so it would be a wonderful birthday present :))