NOTE: This was initially an idea for FairyTail and I even uploaded a story under the same name. I deleted it though because I lost my plans. I just found the plans and decided to make it apart of this fandom instead. :)

Feb. 5, 2017 - These two reviews make excellent points and I just want to address them! PLEASE READ BEFORE READING THE STORY.

MUFFIN: It's nice to read some reverse harem fics in this fandom because they are quite rare, I love the concept but I hope you could think more about original ideas rather than overused writing prompts or scenarios. The writing is style is great, but I hope you could work on your plot.

Yamina 20: ...In any event I just hope she doesn't become the typical wallpaper girl that I see in so many of them...

These are two comments that make good points, and I feel a lot of people will be wondering the same thing. I know there are some controversial things in reverse harems - such as the many cliches.

I personally think that those cliches make a reverse harem a reverse harem (other than the obvious girl surrounded by boys bit). I enjoy those cliches. Some cliches I don't enjoy at all. However, I would say that this story will involve many cliches. Maybe some things will be surprising. I'm still in the development phase and am planning the events. If you're looking for something really different, then this story isn't for you. I like those cliches, and I think some people enjoy them too. If you don't like those cliches very much, then don't read this story. I may write a different one in the future that will be different, but as for now, I think this one may be very cliche.

And as for the typical wallpaper girl, well, I don't like that much too. I'm hoping that I don't accidentally portray Marinette that way.

TLDR: May be very cliche. Don't like it, then don't read it. Thanks. However, still in development phase so I'm keeping those thoughts in mind. PM if you have an idea.

Written

Genres: Romance, Friendship, Drama, and Comedy

Disclaimer: I don't own Miraculous LadyBug.

Pairings: Reverse Harem. Marinette x Adrien, Marinette x Felix, Marinette x Nathanael, Marinette x Lucas.

Summary: Superstar AU. Reverse Harem. Non-Magical. Marinette's world changes when four boys are introduced into her life. Meet her new classmates – Chat (Adrien), Felix, Nathanael, and Kim; the members of the worldwide famous boy band Noir. Not to mention, her new roommates.

Chapter One: A Fateful Encounter, Part One

Marinette sighed. She propped her elbow on her desk and rested her chin against the palm of her hand. Her eyes were fixated on the pencil that she was twirling between her fingers. She was too lazy to complete the history assignment that Ms. Bustier placed before her. After writing her name, the date, and reading question one, she completely zoned out and began thinking about how boring her life was. It was the same routine everyday. Go to school, attend a few of the many clubs she was a member of, go home, help her father with the bakery, do homework, and then go to sleep. Repeat. Repeat. Repeat. She was a busy girl, and she loved everything she did. She just wished that her life wasn't such a tedious routine.

"No way," Rose yelled. "This can't be!"

Startled, Marinette's pencil left her grasp and rolled across the length of her desk. She smacked her palm against the rolling pencil that was close to reaching the edge. She then picked it up and shoved it into her pencil case. As she did, Rose hurriedly left her seat in front of Marinette and used her bum to make Marinette scoot over on the bench. The eager blonde then placed a magazine in front of the bluenette's view.

"What is this?" Marinette asked, noticing that the magazine was flipped to a certain page.

Alya scooted along the bench, leaning over Marinette to examine the contents of the article. Marinette gulped as she rolled her shoulders and placed her hands on her lap. Her two friends seriously didn't know the meaning of personal space.

Alya pushed her glasses up the bridge of her nose. "Noir to be put on hiatus," she said as Juleka turned around in her own seat and propped her knees on the bench to get in on their conversation.

"The infamous band Noir has been facing a lot of meetings with the press lately. And not in a good way!" said Alya, reading the article. "In the last few months, Felix Noir, the leader and singer of the band has been caught stealing, drinking under the legal age, and two timing London's favorite models – Ashley and Dawn. It seems that Felix's bad boy behavior has rubbed off on the other, angelic members. The entire band was seen just a few days ago, stealing a yacht. The boys have been immediately put into hiding after their incident, causing fans to eagerly wait for news about the band. Just yesterday morning, the CEO of Noir Entertainment, Felix's father, has decided to cancel all of the boys activities. The band is to be put on hold, and each member will continue on with a regular education. What could this mean? Will the boys be going to public school? Or will they be homeschooled? Whatever it is, keep an eye out on the boys! Who knows, maybe they will show up in your school!"

Marinette groaned as Rose and Juleka began to provide their thoughts on the entire thing.

Rose was probably their number one fan. Scratch that. She was their number one fan. She's been to every show in Europe. And not just as a person in the crowd. She always had a backstage pass. She owned every single merchandise that's ever been put out for the fans. She was also a VIP member of the international Noir fan club and from what Marinette knew, there were only a dozen VIP members in the entire world. She had absolutely no idea as to how Rose was able to obtain that title. She didn't even want to know what Rose had to do in order to earn it. Rose knew everything about the members - from something simple as their favorite color to something a little trivial like their favorite kind of shoelace. She loved all the boys, but she was one hundred percent smitten over Felix Noir. She's cropped photos of him and her together, and even wrote FanFictions where she was his love interest. Marinette had to see each picture. Read each story. Sometimes she thought that Rose was crazy, but Rose was one of her very best friends. She was willing to put up with her crazy fangirling ways.

On the other hand, Juleka was ashamed to admit that she liked the band at all. She wasn't crazy like Rose. Some people wouldn't even view her as a true fan. She just enjoyed the songs, particularly the songs that were written by Nathanael Kurtzberg. She felt like his lyrics were deep and that they could relate to her life. She was only really interested in the band because of him. She honestly didn't care about the rest of the members. She just felt that Nathanael was a true artist. Her only desire was to witness his writing process.

Alya had no interest in the band at all. In fact, her and Marinette were probably on the same boat. They had to admit that some of the songs were pretty good and catchy. They even thought that the guys were all pretty good looking, but they didn't understand the hype. The guys were good, but they weren't that good. They weren't even close to becoming iconic. Alya was just a writer for the school newspaper. She had to know about the latest trends to keep up with what was going on in the school. She's written articles about the school lunches and even interviewed some teachers, but none of them were as popular as the articles she wrote regarding the band. She hated that the girls only cared about these boys. But anything she wrote regarding Noir was the most popular. She wanted people to read her articles. And at this point, she was okay with it having to be around Noir. It was better than nothing at all. And it was certainly a better write than school lunches.

Marinette glanced over to the top right side of the article. There was a cropped out picture of the band, standing next to one another with smiles on their faces. On the far right was Kim, the drummer, then Nathanael, the bassist, Chat, the guitarist, and Felix, the singer. Her eyes lingered over the image of Felix. He was smiling sweetly, like he was a boy that you wanted to date. According to the articles though, he wasn't and Marinette couldn't understand why Rose would drool over a guy like him. She couldn't even understand why every girl was still clinging onto the band after stealing a yacht. They were bad news. Every fan girl should forget about them.

Ring! Ring! Ring! The irate sound of the bell echoed throughout the classroom.

"We have a student council meeting, right?" asked Alya, already shoving her books into her bag.

"Yeah, but I can't come," said Marinette, standing up after Rose left to gather her own belongings. "I have to help my dad back at home. He said that it's urgent."

"Again?" Alya grimaced. "I can't handle anymore of Chloe's demands for the spring formal."

"You can handle her. After all, you're the president." Marinette stuck her tongue out at her friend before letting out a lighthearted giggle.

"It's not enough to get Chloe to shut up though."

"Then maybe you should have let her win."

"No way," Alya retorted with crossed arms. "Just promise me you'll be there for the next meeting."

"I'll try my best," said Marinette.

Marinette wandered down the pavement, curious as to what her father so urgently needed her to do. She was one hundred percent sure that her services were no longer needed for the time being. The last couple weeks, her father was held back with a few huge orders. Marinette's services were needed, so she helped her father bake all the goods for the orders. But all of that was over. She's checked the schedule. There was nothing happening for the next few weeks.

The bluenette looked up, stopping at a fork in her path. She looked to her right at the sidewalk that would take her another twenty minutes to reach her home. She then looked to her left, down the creepy alley that was home to countless villainous crimes. She gulped hard, thinking of running down the dangerous alley. She'd be home fifteen minutes faster if she went that way. But what if someone were to rob her, or even worse, rape her? The bluenette shook her head. Her mind was set on living for another day.

After a half hour, the bluenette arrived at the front of the bakery, tuckered out and dehydrated by the heat. She walked towards the entrance of the bakery, only to find that the 'closed' sign was hanging on the door. Marinette tilted her head in curiosity. Maybe her father forgot to turn the sign around again. He did that a couple times in the past, and it very much hurt his business. He didn't even bother to check the sign when he was getting absolutely no customers. It wasn't until Marinette came home from school to notice his mistake. They got quite a good laugh out of it.

Marinette tugged on the handle. Her eyes widened in surprise, noticing that the door was locked. She tugged on it once more to make sure that it wasn't just sticking to the frame. The bluenette then looked up, squinting her eyes to peek inside of the bakery. By the looks of it, the lights were off and nothing was set up for the day.

He would tell me if he was closing the shop for the day…

Marinette reached into her purse, grabbing onto her keys. She then bolted to the right, and up a few plights of stairs that lead her to the other entrance of her house - the entrance that didn't involve having to go through a local business.

"I'm home!" Marinette called out as soon as she entered the small foyer. She took off her shoes and placed them by the closet before throwing her keys into the glass bowl on the black table by the door.

Her voice echoed throughout the room, and Marinette received no response in return. She sighed and then glanced up at the portrait that was hanging just above the table.

"Hey mom," said Marinette, looking into the welcoming gray eyes in the portrait. The portrait contained a picture of her mom standing beneath a cherry blossom tree, a few petals drifting by her. Her mom was smiling happily with a few of her tresses whipping about in the wind. The picture was taken a long time ago. If anything, it was taken before Marinette was born. "Dad told me to come home straight after school today, so I was unable to go to the student council meeting again. But he's not here…" The bluenette sighed as she threw her bag onto the chaise lounge. She then began to tell the portrait of her mother about her day in school.

When Marinette was seven years old, her mother died in a car accident. It was heartbreaking, and left Marinette with hundreds of responsibilities. It was a really difficult time for her, and to be honest, she chose to forget about it. It wasn't the best coping mechanism, but it helped her. The only thing she never loss sight of during that tough time was her motivation to make her mom proud. Everything may have been pushed aside, but that was the only thing that mattered.

She constantly talked to the portrait of her mom by the door. It made her feel better. It relieved all of her stress, and reminded her to push forward for her mother's sake.

"Hello?!" Marinette called out once more.

She stopped in the middle of the kitchen, trying to listen for some kind of noise, any kind of noise.

"I guess he went to get something," Marinette mumbled as she walked over to the fridge.

She tugged on the handle and swung the door widely. She then hunched over, looking for something to munch on. Walking home from school always left her stomach grumbling.

Marinette began humming an upbeat tune as she reached for a bottle of water. She twisted the cap and replenished her thirst before scanning each level for an appetizing snack.

"Croissants it is," said Marinette, grabbing one of the flaky buns from a glass container. She took a bite out of the pastry and half-heartedly chewed while searching for another snack. She scanned the lower levels, noticing a cup of chocolate pudding. Marinette shoved a part of the croissant into her mouth and slightly bit down on it to keep it in place. She then used her free hand to grab onto the cup of chocolate pudding.

Marinette felt her mouth salivating over the croissant as she used her foot to kick the fridge door shut. She then whipped around, intending on heading towards the table, but stopped as her forehead smacked against something firm.

"Oww," she sounded muffled through her croissant filled mouth.

She glanced up, seeing a chest at eye level. That's not my dad's chest… She slowly raised her head.

"You're quite a pig," said a voice.

Marinette's jaw dropped, causing her partially eaten croissant and chewed up bits to fall onto the cold tiled floor. She blinked several times, not believing who was standing in front of her.

His messy bleach blonde hair, piercing green eyes, and devilish grin.

He looked like Felix Noir. The boy her classmates were obsessing over. But it couldn't be him. Why would he be at her house? Marinette closed her eyes and profusely shook her head. So many posters surrounded her; she couldn't believe that her mind was making images of him in her own home.

"Just leave the poor girl alone." Marinette opened her eyes and her gaze shifted over to the right where she found a boy with long red tresses sitting by the windowsill. He looked like Nathanael Kurtzberg.

"But we're going to be living with her," an upbeat voice sounded.

Marinette looked over to her left by the arched doorway to see a broad shouldered boy twirling a basketball on one of his fingertips. He looked like Le Chien Kim.

"You guys," a different voice shouted out. "Mr. Dupain told us to stay in our rooms before he got back."

"I was bored." The boy who was the spitting image of Felix scoffed.

"We're so sorry."

Marinette looked pass Felix to the last boy who just entered the room. He stood next to Felix with sorrow filled eyes.

His hair was blonde like Felix's but not so bright. Instead of messy, it was relatively kept in place. And his eyes, they were green just like Felix's, except they looked warm and inviting. And as his lips curved into a slight smile, Marinette felt her heart melt. There was something about it that was so familiar. So welcoming. He must be Chat, the boy who was voted as boyfriend material.

"I-I-" Marinette dropped her water bottle and cup of chocolate pudding to the floor.

Her eyes darted from one boy to the other. They were the spitting image of the boy band Noir. It couldn't be though. It had to be some sort of trick. These guys had to be imposters. There was no way that…

Marinette's mind began to swirl. She was being pooled into a hundred different thoughts, a hundred different questions. She suddenly felt like a robot that was about to short circuit.

Her eyes continued to dart from one person to the other. The constant shift in her gaze suddenly caused the room to spin. Everything was molding into one with each color slowly fading into the color black.

And that was the last thing Marinette saw. The color black.

So, are any of you guys into reverse harem's? If you are, then maybe you should stick around and read the story (: & to any of those who are following Dare Night v2.0. Don't worry. An update will come... at some point. I've been sorting things out lately, so I haven't been writing much.

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