XYs Muse

XY’s Muse

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Chapter 5

It’s been a week since XY confessed that Marinette was his inspiration for his new song.

To say that he wasn’t freaking out was a lie. XY hasn’t texted or called her since he ran out of her room.

“She hates me now.” He groaned out loud.

XY was a musician. Admitting that Marinette was the inspiration for the song he wrote was basically admitting that the song was about her. And making a song about someone was basically a declaration of love.

XY groaned again. “Why do I have to mess everything up.”

He screamed in his pillow with frustration when he heard a knock at his door.

XY stopped screaming, hoping that the pillow muffled out the noise.

He heard someone knock at his door again. This time, the knocks were more aggressive.

“Coming,” XY shouted.

He was a bit mad that someone interrupted his little pity party but he pulled the door open. “Yes?” he asked, looking up to see who the person was.

He froze in shock. What the fuck did Jagged Stone want with him?

Jagged Stone’s green eyes were glaring at him. His eyes usually reminded XY of grass on a spring day. But right now? Jagged Stone’s eyes reminded him of an ocean during a storm.

XY gulped in fear.

Before XY could open his mouth, Jagged cut him off, his eyes practically piercing through XY’s soul. “What’s going on with you and my niece?”

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Marinette knew her cheeks were red the whole day.

Whether it was because people kept staring at her because of the Instagram post she posted last night or because of the fact that Xavier told her that she was his inspiration for his new song, Marinette didn’t know.

It’s been a week since Xavier ran out of her room and her cheeks still heated up whenever she thought of the afternoon they spent together.

He was just so sweet and supportive towards her. And it’s just been a while since Marinette felt so at ease towards someone. He made her happy.

Too bad they haven’t talked since then.

Marinette wanted to slap herself. Why was she too scared to text him? Every time she tried, it’s like someone froze her hands and she couldn’t move them.

Marinette wanted to groan. Every time she tried to think, his face just kept appearing in her head.

It was a problem.

She never acted this way with Adrien, so why was it so different with Xavier.

She needs to get it in control soon. She didn’t want another Jagged incident to happen.

The thought of her talk with Jagged made Marinette want to scream of embarrassment.

Jagged Stone was commissioning a jacket from her and when she met up with him to discuss what he wanted it to look like, she just kept getting distracted. When Penny noticed and asked Marinette if something was bothering her.

Marinette just spilled. She tried to stop talking but her mouth had a mind of its own. When Marinette finally got her mouth to stop moving, it was too late. Her honorary uncle and aunt knew everything.

Marinette felt someone shake her hand. “Marinette,” a voice urgently said. “The lunch bell just rang. Come on. I’m hungry.”

Marinette got up and tried to focus on her friends. She turned to Alya and Nino. “Did I space out again?”

They both nodded. “You’ve been spacing out all week, dudette.” Nino pointed out. “What’s been going through that head of yours?”

Alya gave Nino a nudge and teasingly smiled. “Not what, who?”

The trio sat down at their table. “Wha-? No. Huh?” Marinette squeaked out. “There’s no one! Uh- I mean there’s nothing.” She laughed nervously. “Just commissions and stuff”

Alya raised an eyebrow, “Sure. Marinette. Sure”

“You know,” Nino butted in. “You never told us we were friends with someone famous.”

“What do you mean?”

“The Instagram thing? Everyone at school is talking about it.”

“Speak for yourself.” Alya gave Nino a smirk. “I knew about it.”

“Of course you did babe.”

“Huh?” Marinette was surprised. She did not know that Alya knew. Why didn’t Alya tell her? “Why didn’t you tell me?”

Alya gave Marinette a pointed look. “You would’ve overreacted and freaked out.” Alya’s face grew dark as she gave Marinette a bone-chilling smirk. “Plus, I wasn’t done telling the people hating on you to butt off.”

Marinette gave her best friend a sincere smile. Alya has always been there for Marinette. They had their moments when they were frustrated with each other, but in the end, their friendship always came out stronger.

Marinette noticed that Nino was silent. She followed his eyes and saw them glaring at Adrien Agreste and Lila Rossi.  

Alya scoffed, “Do you think they’re together yet?”

Nino was still glaring at his ex-best friend. “Not yet,” he muttered. “But those two deserve each other.”

Marinette felt Lila glaring at her. She also felt Adrien’s disappointed gaze burning through her back.

It made Marinette want to turn around and glare at them until they were nothing but mud underneath her shoes.

How dare Adrien be disappointed in her?

It should be the other way around.

Does he have any idea of how devastated Nino was when Adrien broke off their friendship? All because Nino refused to side with that liar. And now he’s “disappointed” at her because she posted a picture?

Marinette growled. How low can this boy get? Not everything revolves around him and Lila. Once Marinette gets her hands on him, she won’t hesitate to burn the boy alive.

When Adrien finally realizes that he has no choice but to give Marinette an apology, Marinette knows that she will never accept it. He doesn’t deserve to be forgiven after everything she put them through. He fooled them. He used them. He was nothing but a boy with good looks.

Adrien Agreste would regret messing with them. He could beg them all he wanted but in the end, he’s not worth anything.

He’s not worth anything in Marinette’s eyes.

He’s not worth anything in Alya’s eyes.

And he’s definitely not worth anything in Nino’s eyes.

Marinette clenched her fists under the table. Adrien and Gabriel Agreste won’t know what hit them when the trio was done with them.

Marinette gave the sausage haired girl a discrete glance.

She might not like Lila that much, but she couldn’t help but feel thankful to the green-eyed Italian. Without her, she would still be obsessing over that coward.

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XY was not dead yet.

He somehow survived an hour-long talk with the Jagged Stone and his scary pink-haired assistant glaring at him.

How?

He had no idea. XY was just happy that he would still be able to see Marinette’s gorgeous face again.

He turned his attention back to Jagged who was in the middle of threatening him.

Jagged looked ready to murder the poor boy. “If you hurt my niece, I will make sure that you can never find a career in music again. I will turn every studio against you so that if they even mention your name, no one will want to work with them either. You will be blacklisted from every company from all over the world.” Jagged Stone’s glare got harsher. “Do I make myself clear?”

XY gulped and nodded in fear. “I would never hurt Marinette.” He said sincerely, his face beginning to heat up. “She’s the best. She’s so talented and I can't even believe that she agreed to design the clothes for my upcoming music video.” He let out a dreamy sigh. “She’s so out of my league.”

Jagged Stone let out a laugh, “Don't I know it, son. No one is worthy of my honorary niece.”

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Penny rolled her eyes and sat down in amusement. She should’ve known that they would end up gushing about how amazing Marinette is. She stared at the two boys in front of her.

She’ll give it 25 minutes before Jagged tries to adopt XY as his honorary son.

Penny felt a buzz in her pocket and realized that Marinette texted her.

Mari: please tell me that Jagged didn’t threaten him

Penny: too late

Penny: you never should’ve mentioned that he wrote a song about you

Mari: it was an accident!!

Mari: I didn’t mean too

Mari: and he didn’t write a song about me

Mari: he said that it was inspired by me

Mari: there’s a difference

Penny rolled her eyes.

Penny: sure

Penny: i've been working with Jagged for years now

Penny: but sure

And if Marinette asked whether the tweet Jagged released had anything to do with anything Penny said?

Penny would never confirm that.

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How is it possible that XY was having a really entertaining conversation with someone who just threatened him a few minutes ago?

XY had no idea.

But he guessed that it was just the Marinette magic.

One moment Jagged Stone was threatening XY, then the next they were talking about how amazing Marinette was.

When Jagged asked if his dad knew about his relationship with Marinette, XY basically went on a whole rant about how much his dad sucks.

XY didn’t mean to. It just slipped.

He didn’t think that Jagged was annoyed at him for ranting about how bad of a father Bob Roth was. In fact, he seemed to agree with everything XY said.

“I would adopt you but you might be dating my niece soon.”

XY heard Penny mutter, “I knew it. Too bad I was five minutes short though.”

Since Jagged ignored her, XY did the same.

XY let out a nervous laugh, trying to contain the blush spreading through his face. “I don’t think Marinette likes me that way, anyway.” Penny turned to him and gave him a pointed look. He rushed to defend himself. “W-we’re just friends.”

Penny and Jagged exchanged glances that screamed ‘not again’.

“Okay, kid.” Jagged retorted. “Why would I come to your room and give you the whole if you hurt her, I will hurt you talk. If she didn’t like you.”

XY gave them a shrug. “I just assumed that you did it to everyone who liked her.”

“If we did that, I would not have time for anything else. Do you know how many admirers my niece has?”

“She has a fan club,” Penny added. “A fan club.”

Jagged looked at XY again. “And that’s just as Marinette. No one but the people who’ve commissioned from her, her parents, and some of her friends know that she’s MDC.”

Penny checked the time. “We have to go. You have an appointment in 10 minutes.”

Jagged stood up and just before he walked out the door he said, “make sure you ask her before it’s too late. You’re not that bad. And if you ever need to trash-talk your dad, just shoot me a DM.”

When Jagged closed his door, XY wanted to scream into his pillow again.

What the heck just happened?

The last hour of his life was unbelievable.

He’s still trying to grasp the fact that it actually happened.

“Holy shit,” XY muttered in disbelief. “Jagged mentioned that Marinette might like me.”

But why?

Was Jagged lying?

It didn’t seem like it. Jagged looked serious.

But why would Marinette like him? She was Marinette and XY was just XY.

XY was an anime-loving nerd who could basically name every Pokemon from all the regions. Sure girls thought he was cute but that didn’t mean anything. Those girls weren’t Marinette. And Marinette deserved someone special. Someone who wasn’t him.

But what if she did like him.

Jagged said so himself. And Penny agreed.

If Penny agreed with jagged, then it must be true. Right?

Everyone knew that Penny had the brains of the duo.

With a small smile, XY pulled out his phone.

If there was a chance that Marinette liked him, XY would take it. He pulled his phone out of his pocket and gave her a call.

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Jagged Stone ✓ @JaggedStoneOfficial

@MDCdesigns As a musician, this is me confirming that if a boy says that his new song is inspired by you, that’s him discreetly saying that the song is actually about you.

#theboyisinlovewithyou #iadoptedhimcausehisdadsucks

              MDC ✓ @MDCdesigns

@JaggedStoneOfficial I am done talking about this

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MDC ✓ @MDCdesigns

Good job @JaggedStoneOfficial now i’m officially trending

                  Alya ✓ @The Ladyblogger

Weird timing. Jagged hints at someone writing a song about @MDCdesigns and XY announces that he’s releasing a new single soon? Kinda suspicious if you ask me.

                                   MDC ✓ @mdcdesigns

I swear to god Alya, I will kill you.

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Note: Please tell me if I made any spelling mistakes. Constructive criticism is always welcome here.

Also, the tag list is open. So if you would like to be part of it, just let me know.

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New York Special

I’m re-watching the Miraculous: New York Special and the superheroes in New York are literally knock-offs from the Avengers and Justice League. Like the creators of Miraculous need to do better. 

XY’s Muse

uploaded on 03/27/21

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Chapter 9

Maribug has a late night talk with a certain blonde-haired musician

Swinging across Paris with Xavier should not have made Maribug’s stomach feel the way it did. It felt like a million butterflies were trapped inside her and they were trying to get out. It made her feel tingly and excited.

She couldn’t help but thank the gods that it was dark out. Otherwise, Maribug was sure that her whole face would be as red as her kwami.

When they arrived in his hotel room, Xavier gave the dark-haired girl a bright smile that would’ve made snow melt. “Thanks for the lift”

Maribug couldn’t help but smile back as she wrapped her arms around herself, missing the warmth Xavier’s body gave her, “It was no problem.”

“So…” he trailed on.

“So?” asked Maribug, hoping he would drop it.

“Are you okay?” Xavier asked bluntly, not being in the mood for the heroine’s obvious attempts to change the subject.

“I’m fine.” Maribug said, not meeting his eyes. Instead, she chose this moment to study his room.

This room was one of the biggest suites in the Bourgeois hotel. There was a king sized bed in the middle. It was messy though as if the person sleeping in the mattress didn't have time tidy up. There was a couch in front of the bed that faced a TV.

Even though Maribug might not like Chloe, her family sure knew how to do business.

A sudden gust of wind snapped her out of her thoughts. They left the balcony door open. She watched as Xavier rushed and closed the door before he turned back to her.

The way his eyes studied her made Maribug feel insecure. “So, are you okay?” he repeated.

“I’m fine.” her voice cracked. “It’s just hard being this super-perfect heroine all the time. It’s like people forget that i’m just a teenager.” Xavier sat down, gesturing for her to do the same. Maribug did. “You know you don’t have to do this alone, right?”

“Obviously.”

He winced, making Maribug feel bad for her outburst. “I mean, isn’t there someone you can talk too.” he started making frantic hand gestures. “I mean- sorry.” he sighed. “I suck at this.”

Maribug couldn’t help but give him a gentle smile. “You don’t have to rush. Just take a deep breath and gather your thoughts.”

He followed her instructions and repeated it.

One.

Two.

Three.

It took him three seconds to gather his thoughts. “Okay, what i’m trying to say is maybe you can talk to someone you trust. I know you won’t talk to me. You barely even know me, after all. But do you have a friend that you know will always be there for you, no matter what?” she nodded and he responded with a bright smile. “Then maybe you should tell her. It always helps if you have someone to talk to. It will definitely make things less stressful.”

Maribug nodded, seeing his point. But who did she have that would understand her. She didn’t have a lot of close friends left.

She felt something warm on her cheek. Maribug instantly tried to wipe it away. Why was she crying? She just finished a crying session a few hours ago. She only allowed herself to cry once every two weeks. This was one time too extra. She couldn’t afford to get akumatized. No one would be able to de-akumatize the akuma.

Out of the corner of her eye, Maribug saw Xavier hesitate before she felt his wrapped arms around her. He felt warm. Really warm. It was like there was a snowstorm outside and he was the only source of heat left in the world.

They stayed in that position for a few minutes, his warm arms around her petite body while she let more and more tears drop.

Another minute passed.

Then two.

Xavier slowly pulled his arms away, “You need to get some sleep.” he gently whispered “And think about what I said, okay?”

Maribug nodded, not trusting her voice.

The room was filled with a comfortable silence before Maribug opened her mouth, her voice cracking as she muttered, “I’m sorry for bothering you.”

“You’re not bothering me.” Xavier replied firmly, “But promise me that you’ll consider my advice and that you’ll get some sleep.”

Maribug gave him another soft nod, “I promise.” she gave him a pointed look, “But you better get some sleep too.”

“Don’t worry, I will” Xavier said, “I have a date after all.”’

She walked towards the balcony, giving him a soft smile before zipping away. Not aware of the fact her heart felt a little bit lighter.

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Note: I know it’s a short chapter but I hope you like it. Up next is the long awaited date.

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XY’s Muse

Can someone please tell me why my posts aren’t showing up in the tags?

uploaded on 02/22/21

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Chapter 7

Chloe Bourgeois was not a good person.

Everybody knew that.

People believed that she was nothing but a spoiled brat.

And in a way, Chloe knew that they were right.

Her dad was the mayor. She grew up surrounded by the most influential people and she watched as her dad manipulated everyone to get what he wanted.

She grew up believing it was normal.

So as the years passed and her parents began to drift apart from her, Chloe did what her dad did best.

Chloe began to manipulate everyone around her.

She made Paris believe that she was nothing but a spoiled brat who had her daddy wrapped around her pinky finger.

It was too easy.

No one questioned her attitude.

After all, Paris only saw a basic white girl with blonde hair and blue eyes.

It made Chloe want to scream. She wanted a challenge.

She hated how people immediately did what she wanted them to do just because she threatened to call her dad.

Do they even know that the laws in Paris said that it was illegal?

How could people be so stupid?

It took Chloe several days before she decided to use this to her advantage.

In a matter of weeks, Chloe had everyone in Paris believing that she had no worth. The only thing she was good at was threatening everyone around her, just because she was the mayor’s daughter.

Then, Chloe met Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Oh, how Chloe loved the tiny pigtailed girl.

Someone who actually made things interesting.

Someone who gave her a challenge.

But as Chloe continued to torment the pigtailed girl, Marinette slowly stopped defending herself.

Chloe didn’t know why.

She thought that the more she made Marinette miserable, the more Marinette would fight back against her.

So why? Why did Marinette just accept the awful things that Chloe did to her?

It wasn’t supposed to be like this.

Her daddy always told her that the more you push someone towards the edge, the more they’ll push back.

That’s how politics worked!

Marinette was supposed to fight back and then they would slowly become friends.

Chloe and Marinette were supposed to rule Paris together.

Side by side.

The two five year olds were supposed to become sisters in everything but blood.

It took years before Chloe realized what went wrong with her plan.

Marinette didn’t grow up with manipulative people. Chloe did.

Marinette grew up surrounded by people who loved her. Chloe didn’t.

Marinette is a good person. Chloe isn’t.

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Everyone knew that Marinette was a bubbly child.

She was always happy and smiling, even as a baby.

When she finally learned how to talk, she couldn’t stop. She would walk around the bakery asking people if they needed help. Marinette could always put a smile on everyone’s faces.

At least that’s what she believed.

Marinette was excited for her first day of school. She was finally five years old. She could attend école.

She couldn’t wait to make friends.

Her papa even let her take a pack of macarons from the bakery so that she could share them with her class.

Her papa told her that a good way to make friends was to give them food.

And he was right!

Everyone wanted to be Marinette’s friend. Even when she didn’t have food to give them.

They still wanted to get to know her. It was really fun.

Marinette never noticed the blonde girl from the back of the room staring at her with her calculating blue eyes.

As the weeks passed, Marinette began to realize that something was wrong.

It started off small.

But then it began to become more obvious.

Her friends began to ignore her.

But Marinette could tell that they didn’t want to, she could see the fear in their eyes.

But why?

Marinette didn’t think she looked scary. Her mama and papa always told her she was cute.

Marinette’s eyes looked around the room and noticed that a blonde girl was staring at her.

Marinette’s dark blue eyes met the girl’s light ones.

The girl raised an eyebrow at her. As if asking, what do you want?

Marinette looked away and asked the boy next to her, Ryan, if he knew the girl's name.

The dark-skinned boy stared at her with his green eyes as if she was dumb and muttured a quick, “Chloe. Her name is Chloe Bourgeois.”

Marinette felt her eyebrows scrunch up in confusion. Why did that name sound so familiar?

She tapped her pencil against her desk.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Chloe was the mayor’s daughter. Marinette realized, her blue eyes were wide and she turned to look at the blonde again. She’s pretty.

Ryan caught her staring at Chloe. “Don’t talk to her.”

Marinette looked at him with bewilderment. “What? Why?”

“You don’t know?”

“Know what?” Marinette didn’t know anything. She didn’t even know that Chloe was in her class at all. She never noticed the blonde until now!

“She told everyone to stop hanging out with you.” Ryan slowly told her.

“Why?”

“I don’t know.”

“I don’t even know her.”

“Well, she doesn’t like you.”

“But why would she not like me if I don’t even know her.”

“I don’t know.” Ryan repeated. “Look. I already took a risk by even talking to you.”

“Wha-”

Ryan interrupted her. “Stop talking to me!”

The whole class stared at them and Marinette felt her cheeks heat up. She heard her teacher’s booming voice ask, “What’s going on there?”

Ryan pointed at her. “She keeps talking to me even though I told her to stop, Ms. Delgado.”

Snitch.

Ms. Delgado’s dark brown eyes glared at the five year old. “Marinette, we are learning right now. You can talk to him during recess.” Her teacher pointed at the problem on the board. “Since you keep talking, I’m guessing that means that you know what we’re doing.”

The pigtailed girl shook her head. “No, I don’t know what we’re learning about.”

“Ma’am.”

Marinette clenched her fists, “No, I don’t know what we’re learning about ma’am.”

“That’s what I thought.” Marinette lowered her eyes so that her teacher couldn’t see them. “As punishment, you will stay here five minutes after I dismiss everyone for recess.” Marinette gulped. She could feel everyone’s eyes on her. “Am I understood?”

Marinette could only whisper a quick, “Yes, ma’am.”

Things only got worse after that.

Marinette didn’t know what happened during the five minutes she missed but no one could even look at her. Whenever she tried to talk to another kid, they would ignore her. Some would even glare at her.

Marinette didn’t know what she did wrong. She wasn’t the first person to get in trouble. So why was everyone only ignoring her and not the other kids that got in trouble too.

It wasn’t fair.

Why didn’t anyone like her anymore?

She didn’t even notice someone approaching her until it was too late.

“What a crybaby.” she heard a girl scoff.

Marinette didn’t even notice that she was crying. She tried to wipe the tears from her face but it was too late. She glanced up and saw the blonde girl glaring at her. “What do you want?” Marinette’s voice was hoarse.

“From you? I want nothing.” The way that Chloe was looking at her made Marinette uncomfortable. “I thought I had competition but looking at you right now, you’re just pathetic. Even more pathetic than the macaroons you brought to school on our first day.” Chloe let out a shrill laugh. “You’re worth nothing.”

As Chloe started to walk away, Marinette found her voice. “I am not pathetic. I’m not the one who made people stop being friends with me because they were jealous.”

Chloe’s icy blue eyes glared at Marinette, “Jealous? Why would I be jealous of you?” Marinette opened her mouth to reply before Chloe cut her off, “Trust me. No one wanted to be friends with you anyways. I just gave them a reason to stop.”

“You’re lying!” Marinette protested. Her tiny body was shaking. “They were my friends. And they wanted to be my friends until you opened your big stupid mouth.”

Chloe walked towards Marinette. Every step forward that Chloe made, Marinette took a step back.

A few seconds later, Marinette felt her back against a wall. She saw Chloe smirk. “Pathetic and stupid.” Chloe taunted. “You really are just a baker’s daughter.” Marinette felt her eyes tearing up and judging by the way Chloe was walking closer towards her, Marinette knew that Chloe noticed.

Marinette waited for Chloe to say something but she didn’t. Instead, Chloe was just staring at her. “You’re wrong.” Marinette spat out. “You’re wrong.”

She saw Chloe smirk before she began to walk away from her. “We’ll see. Marinette. But trust me,” Chloe’s eyes met hers. “It’ll only get worse from here.”

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Chloe knew that she didn’t deserve Marinette’s forgiveness. She made her école years a living hell.

Chloe made sure that no one wanted to be her friend.

And the sad part was that it was too easy.

If they were her actual friends, then they would’ve at least tried to argue against Chloe. But nope. They didn’t even care. They just let it happen.

People would argue that they didn’t know any better. They were just kids, everyone would say, it was their first year of attending school. They didn’t know any better.

It made Chloe want to scoff. Those kids watched as she humiliated Marinette over and over again.

For six years.

Sure, they were probably scared of Chloe because of who her father was. But all Chloe told them was to ignore Marinette. Make sure that she doesn’t have friends.

That’s it.

Of course, the last threat didn’t even matter because Nino befriended her. But at least it gave Marinette a bit of her fire back.

Too bad it was nothing more than a weak flame.

It was so weak that Chloe would’ve blown it out with a swish of her ponytail.

Honestly, Chloe knew that she should’ve stopped tormenting Marinette right after she stopped defending herself.

But it was too late.

The friends that Marinette made during the first few weeks of school loved the fact that they could do anything to Marinette and they wouldn’t get in trouble.

This happened a few years after Chloe made her first threat against Marinette. They were in what, their final year of école.

Chloe made sure that everyone stayed in the same class during their years of école.

Did she regret it?

Yes.

Did it teach Chloe anything?

Yes.

Those six years Chloe spent with the class, she promised herself one thing.

She would never be gullible in making friends.

The people that Marinette once called her friends, made her final year a living hell.

They treated her worse than Chloe ever did.

Way worse.

All Chloe did was torment Marinette verbally.

She never pretended to be someone’s friend only to stab them in the back.

Chloe had standards.

Plus, Chloe never meant for things to go that far.

So when Marinette wasn’t in the classroom, Chloe did what she knew best.

Manipulate the people around her.

Chloe didn’t know if Marinette noticed the difference in the class dynamic, but it was the least she could do.

In the next year, Chloe would never see the imbeciles around her again. It would only be Chloe, Marinette, and Nino who would be attending Francois Dupont.

Chloe would have a fresh start. Then she would slowly begin to redeem herself. And she would apologize to Marinette.

So, as Chloe sat on the edge of her bed, her phone in her hand. She finally liked the picture that she’s been staring at for the past few minutes.

After all, it was the least she could do.

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note: i don’t know why i wrote this. It definitely wasn’t what i expected to write but my mind wanted to write it so I did. Does this chapter make sense though? I honestly have no idea. I just wanted Chloe’s walk towards redemption to start. Sorry for the late chapter though. I had a very off week. Freshman year of highschool sure is fun!

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Fanfic idea

Would anybody be interested in a fanfic where Marinette just breaks? Like where she doesn’t care anymore and just lets herself be manipulated by the people around her. It could be Chloe or Lila. Or maybe even the whole class because they’ve always secretly hated how successful Marinette got. Like they they manipulate Marinette into thinking that she needs them and that it’s normal for her to always do what they want her to do. 

At first, Marinette’s only escape could be Ladybug but it soon becomes bad for her too because of Chat Noir. Or this could just be a no miraculous AU. 

The ending could either be that Marinate realizes that what her “friends” are doing is wrong or it could just be full on angsty and she just keeps doing what they want her to do. 

What do you think?

XY’s Muse

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It was raining and it was just the perfect atmosphere for me to write in. I hope you guys like this chapter. And like I have previously stated in the previous chapters, any criticism will be welcome.

uploaded on 01/28/21

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Chapter 3

Marinette was sitting on a bench waiting for XY to arrive. She was nervous. Their conversation last night would not leave her head.

Marinette felt her cheeks heat up. 

He called me princess.

When Chat Noir called her that she just felt annoyed. But with XY, it only made her heart beat faster.

"Marinette!" she heard a familiar voice yell. Marinette turned around and noticed XY running up to her. When he finally reached her, he was out of breath. "I've been looking all over for you." He managed to say between gasps.

Marinette looked at him up and down with a bit of disgust. "What kind of disguise is this!" she yelled at him.

XY was wearing a sage-green crewneck that says 'NIKE' in the middle with baggy jeans and black converse. His outfit wasn't the worst. In fact, Marinette liked it. But what she didn't like were the accessories she chose. He was wearing an obnoxious cowboy hat with huge sunglasses that almost covered the upper part of his face. To make it worse, XY was also wearing an obnoxiously fake mustache.

XY winced at her reaction and meekly said, "A disguise?"

Marinette let out a huff. "I can not believe I am being seen next to you right now. The fashion gods must've cursed me or something."

XY let out a laugh and Marinette had a feeling that he was rolling his eyes at her. Of course, she couldn't be sure because of those hideous sunglasses. XY tugged her arm, "Come on." he smirked. "The faster we get to your house, the faster you won't be seen with a so-called fashion disaster like me."

Marinette scrunched her nose and started walking towards the bakery. "Hurry up." She exclaimed, letting out a small laugh. "I already know that you can't come up with a subtle disguise, but I hope that you aren't slow as well."

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XY was out of breath, yet again, when they arrived at the front door of the bakery. "You're fast." He let out a breath. “That wasn’t fair. I literally ran to the park so I could hang out with you, then you make me run even more.”

Marinette pulled the door open and winked at him. "I know." She gave her parents a quick hug and turned back to XY. "Do you want anything?"

XY looked at the baked goods and scrunched his eyebrows. "Can I have a croissant and a strawberry macaroon, please?"

He was about to reach for his wallet when Marinette quickly stopped him. "It's on the house." She said reassuringly. XY opened his mouth to protest and Marinette narrowed her eyes and gave him the items he wanted. "It's on the house," she repeated, this time glaring at him..

XY looked at Mrs. Dupain-Cheng for help but she only gave him a smile. "Don't argue with her, dear. She does this for all her friends. She won't take no for an answer."

"My mom's right." Marinette agreed. "Now come on” Marinette tugged his sleeve. “We have plans to make."

Before he could reply, Marinette led him upstairs to her bedroom.

"Woah," XY exclaimed in surprise.

Whatever he was expecting Marinette’s room to look like, it was not this.  

"Why are you so sho-" Marinette stopped talking right when she turned so she could face her room and her face went bright red. She let out a scream of embarrassment. "I swear I thought I put all of this away! I can't believe I forg- UGH!" she let out a huff of frustration. "You think I'm creepy now, don't you." she said, her eyes on the ground.

XY gave her room another quick glance before facing her. She had Adrien Agreste's face everywhere. There were posters with Adrien's face all over her wall. The wallpaper on her desktop was Adrien. Her room was basically an Adrien Agreste shrine.

Yet, XY had seen worse. Seeing her room, it was obvious that she has a crush on Adrien Agreste. He held in a scoff. Of course, she does. He thought. Why would she ever like me anyways. I’m a nobody when compared to the so-called sunshine boy of Paris.

XY could feel Marinette's eyes staring at him. He's been silent for a while.

Marinette probably assumed that he hated her and thought she was a creep. "Nope," XY said, a bit louder than necessary. He winced before he added, "I don't think you're a creep." his voice a bit softer this time.

"Yes, you do," Marinette stated, her hands hiding her face. "You took way too long to respond."

"I was taking in the scenery."

"What scenery?" Marinette asked. Though, XY could hear a teasing tone behind it. "My embarrassed face or my even more embarrassing room." Marinette plopped down on her bed. "I thought I took down all the posters and got rid of his face on my desktop." She faced him and smiled sheepishly, "I guess I was so excited to meet up with you that I forgot to take all this-" she gestured around her room "off."

"If it helps," XY tried to say. "This really isn't that bad." When Marinette stared at him as if he grew a tail, he added. "Trust me, I've seen way worse."

And just like that, the tense and awkward atmosphere was gone.

It was silent for a few seconds when Marinette spoke. "Me and my friend Alya” Marinette wouldn’t meet his eyes again. “We were supposed to take down all my posters and burn them." It was XY's turn to stare at Marinette as she was the one who grew a tail, but Marinette didn’t notice it or she just ignored him. "I'm over him. I actually can't believe I ever liked him in the first place."

"What changed?"

Marinette waved the question off. "I'll tell you later. Now, let's start planning the photo shoot."

XY stared at her for a few seconds, trying to see if she was telling the truth or not. "Okay.” He surrendered. “But you're telling me everything later."

"Maybe Marinette teased. "Now come on XY-"

"Xavier." he interrupted. Marinette scrunched her eyebrows in confusion. "Call me Xavier."

"Oh." Marinette looked at him with a cute smile on her face. "Well come on Xavier," she said his name in a teasing tone. "Let's get planning."

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Planning her 'I'm back cause I didn't realize that I somehow have over 200,000 followers on insta' photoshoot took a lot faster than Marinette thought it would.

XY, no, Xavier was a natural at it. She guessed it was because he was used to this kind of thing.

Marinette looked at her pink notebook. It was where she wrote down all the plans they made and the suggestions he gave her. "Thank you so much for helping me!" she exclaimed in excitement. "You have no idea how much this means to me."

Xavier took a bite out of his macaroon, "You're welcome. It wasn't that hard anyways, so it's all good."

Marinette studied him. Technically, she couldn’t take her eyes off of him, but same thing.

He took off that horrible disguise of his so she could actually see his face.

Like Marinette said before, Xavier was hot. He had a sharp jawline, which brought out his ocean blue eyes and his golden blonde hair was shining in the sun.

If Xavier ever asked Marinette who she believed his godly parent was, she would definitely say Apollo. Apollo was often described by Percy as hot. Someone with blonde hair and blue eyes. It also helps that Xavier was a musician.

Marinette let out a dreamy sigh before quickly widening her eyes. She tried to make it look like she wasn't staring at him but it was too late.

Xavier caught her. He gave her a smirk that practically made Marinette melt and raised an eyebrow. "Take a picture. It'll last longer."

Marinette wanted to take him up on that offer. Instead, she forced out a laugh and threw a pillow at him. "Wow. How original."

Xavier rolled his eyes and stuck out his tongue.

Could this guy get any hotter?

"So." Xavier said.

"So?" Marinette replied with confusion.

"What's up with you burning down all the pictures of-" he gestured at her posters.

"Oh," Marinette couldn’t bring himself to meet his eyes. "That."

"Are you alright?" His voice was soft.

Marinette looked at him in surprise.

Should she lie?

Marinette couldn’t bring himself to lie to him. He asked her that question with such sincerity. As if he actually wanted to know if she was okay

Instead, Marinette scoffs. "Did you know that you’re the second person who ever asked me that question?"

He didn’t reply.

Stupid. Marinette scolded herself. Why did she say that to him? Now he was going to hate her and think she’s just looking for attention.

Marinette stiffened. Xavier’s arms were around her.

He was giving her a hug.

Usually, Marinette would be freaking out about someone like him hugging her.

But right now, all she could do was hug him tighter and finally let go of all the tears that she's been holding in.  

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Note: I suck at writing sad scenes. So don't end up being surprised if my attempted angsty chapters end up being cringy.

Also, how do you guys want me to address XY? Do you want me to keep addressing him as XY or Xavier outside of Marinette's dialogue? I tried to address him with his actual name, Xavier, in this chapter. But I don't really know if I like it or not, so please give me your feedback on that.

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