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mochinek0 · 3 months
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Family Secrets
Damian couldn't believe his eyes. He had seen pieces of that costume when he lived in the League, but never did he expect to see his mother, disguised, in Paris! He carefully kept an eye on her as she walked into a bakery. He felt his own breath hitch as a young girl came and hugged her.
"Nonna!" she cried.
'Grandmother?'
"Hello, My Leetle Fairy." his mother replied, hugging her back.
"Are you having fun on your travels?" the girl questioned, "Where did you go this time?"
"Egypt." his mother declared.
The girl smiled, "Did you see the pyramids?"
His mother brought out a keychain of a pyramid and handed it to the girl.
"It's great!" the girl smiled, "I'll keep it on my desk so when I see it, I can think of you."
"I wish you could come with me." the disguised Talia declared.
"Maybe when I'm older?" the young girl answered.
Talia tapped the young girl's nose, "Possibly, but we know very well how hard you work."
"Mom!" announced a man, who seemed the size of Bane, "How are you?"
Damian watched on in shock. He was aware that his mother was much older than she appeared. Hearing someone around his father's age, refer to his mother as a maternal figure was unsettling.
"I'm fine, Tom." she answered.
"Would you like to put your bag down and rest?" he asked.
"Nonsense." his mother replied, "I may look older, but I'm fine. I wanted to see if Marinetta would like to take a ride around the city with me."
"Yes!" the girl cried.
Damian watched as they both got on a motorcycle and drove off.
It took awhile, but Damian finally spotted them near the Seine, eating ice cream. The girl was looking down at something, in her lap. His mother's eyes connected with his and he knew he had made her.
"I'll be right back." Gina spoke, kissing Marinette on the head.
Gina walked in Damian's direction.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded.
"Do you plan to kidnap her, Mother?" Damian questioned.
"Of course not!" Gina snapped.
"Who is she?" he asked.
Talia sighed, "Your niece; she's your age."
"So the man who called you mother-"Damian began.
"Your grandfather wanted me out of the way. He was looking for a male successor to take over." Talia began to explain, "He kicked me out of the League, briefly, and I had some semblance of a normal life. I fell in love with a baker. Tom is our son, before I ever met your father. Essentially, he is your older brother."
She sighed, "Everyhting was fine and I was happy, until he sent someone to exterminate us. Before I killed him, I learned my death was a test. Kill me and become successor to the League. I returned with his head and threw it at your grandfather's feet. He looked at me and said he would allow me back on one condition."
"What was it?" Damian asked.
"I had to leave my family." she admitted, "I said I understood and would be back in three months. I knew he would never stop coming after us."
"Why three months?" her son questioned, "You were already there. Did they not know of the League?"
"Tom was getting married and no, my family knew nothing about the League. I returned and told my family I would be 'traveling in my old age'. A few years after he got married, I came back to a three year old granddaughter. Your grandfather found out and forbid my return."
"Grandfather is dead." Damian spoke.-changing subject
"I've been stopping in more." she declared, "They aren't like us. They're not like your father. They know nothing about my past, aside from divorcing a man, who made me happy. I tell them I'm traveling around the word. I wear a wig and makeup. At some point, I will have to stop visiting all together since anyone else will grow old and pass on. The League........you lose sense of time when there. Two years ago, I thought she was still three. She was turning fourteen."
"What about the man?" her son asked.
Talia smiled, "Reminds me of your grandfather, actually. He's all about 'traditions', so perhaps it was for the best."
"Nonna!" Marinette cried out.
"Please, Damian, leave them alone." his mother whispered.
Damian watched as his mother walked away. He had never known her to beg for something.
"My Leetle Fairy, are you ready to go back home?" Gina asked, "Do you have new inspiration for your designs? I can't wait to see the clothes you create this time."
Damian watched as the girl put her sketchbook away.
'Clothes? Designs?'
He smiled softly. She was an artist, like him. He watched as his mother got on the motorcycle with his niece. What surprised him was seeing his niece glare at him. Damian chuckled.
'Mother may not see it, but she is a lot like them. A little fairy.'
"Damian, a Fairy is someone who helps people who are lost in the dark. It's not always in a literal sense; it can be figurative."
The young Al-Ghul turned and walked in the opposite direction.
'Fairy is a suitable name for my niece. I wonder how Mother would feel learning her true nature? A Fae who lures in her prey.'
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awholelotofladybug · 5 months
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cardiac-agreste · 3 months
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I am filled with excitement, nerves, dread, and pride to announce that I am taking part in the @mlbigbang this year. Starting January 8, I will be posting my Sabine fic, A Small but Stubborn Fire! AHHHHHH!
First, the team! The incomparable @uptoolateart beta read my fic, and helped shepherd it along. I've also got @naz-artz and @izanogi helping me bring visuals to Sabine's story. So many others have helped in great and small ways, and I'm overwhelmed with the support the community has given me since I decided to write my lil story. Which became a big story.
Synopsis: What if you were the parent of a teenage superhero, but didn't know they were? All you know is the nightmares, the panic attacks, and the bruises. She's missing school, she's disappearing on you, and she's not telling you anything.
So you assume the worst: Assault. Depression. She doesn't trust you anymore.
And what do you do when you realize you weren't thinking dark enough? That your fourteen-year old daughter is the hero who flirts with death on the nightly news.
More below the fold:
AO3-Style Tags: Marinette & Sabine; Tom/Sabine; minor Adrienette; Marinette Dupain Cheng; Sabine Cheng; Tom Dupain; Adrien Agreste; Rolland Dupain; Gina Dupain; Good Mother Nathalie Sancoeur; Sabine's mother!; Sabine's sister!; angst; hurt/comfort; Chinese culture; happy ending; inter-generational trauma; Sabine's mom, Gabriel, and Tomoe should start a Bad Parents Club; SABINE KNOWS KUNG FU; IDENTITY REVEAL; IDENTITY SHENANIGANS; SO MUCH DRAMATIC IRONY; Nobody better forget Marinette is half-Chinese; etc.
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She was surprised at how easy she found it to invade Marinette’s privacy this morning, and how quick she was to turn critical. It was Marinette’s diary, after all—she could write as sloppy as she wanted. Trust her.
“I’ll be back down in a sec, Alya. I can’t believe I forgot my backpack!” shouted Marinette from a few feet away. Sabine startled, but couldn’t see any way to avoid getting caught.
“Maman! What are you doing?!”
She spun around, schooling her face not to betray her guilt. “I thought I had left my ring up here last night after your latest nightmare. I was hoping you’d found it but forgotten it on your desk.”
Marinette ran over and scooped her diary up from her desk, closed it, and hugged it to her chest. ”The ring…on your finger?”
“What?” Caught. Sabine looked down at her trembling fingers. “Yes! Oh, haha! Silly me, it was right there the whole time! Oh, please don’t tell your father, he’ll tease me for days.”
“...right.” Marinette shifted from one foot to the other, seemingly unable to stay still. Sabine wondered if it was just the invasion of privacy that had Marinette anxious.
Marinette gulped loudly. She slapped her free hand over her mouth and laughed nervously. Then she spun around and rushed to her backpack, sliding the diary inside.
Sabine was proud of herself that in the end she hadn’t peeked, but at the same time she wished her eyes had accidentally scanned a few pages. She wanted the knowledge, but knew she shouldn’t get it this way.
She walked to the attic door and stepped through to the ladder. As she took the rungs one at a time, she ran her hand along the trim of the door, feeling the wood grain beneath her fingers, and she paused. “Marinette? You know I love you very much, right?”
“Of course!”
“And you don’t think I’m too hard on you?”
Marinette tilted her head and looked at her, her eyes revealing confusion and concern. “No, not at all! Maman, is there something wrong?“
Sabine angled her face down when she realized she was straining to smile. She inspected the ladder like she needed to pay attention while she descended, as if she hadn’t been doing this every day for years.
“No, nothing’s wrong. Sometimes parents want what’s best for their kids but don’t know if they’re doing the right thing.”
She heard Marinette shuffle toward the hatch and felt a hand slide over hers . There was Marinette, crouched low, moving her forehead in to touch hers, smiling broadly.
“I’m so happy you’re my mother. Don’t worry about a thing; I’m not going anywhere.” Her phone tolled with incoming messages, probably from Alya. “Ahhh!!! Except to school! Because I’m late! And grounded! Move, Maman!”
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miraculousfanworks · 5 months
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We at Miraculous Fanworks would like to wish Reba Buhr a happy birthday!! We greatly appreciate the work you do, especially in Miraculous Ladybug!! Thank you for bringing Rose, Juleka, and Gina to life, they would not be the same without you!! We hope that you'll have a miraculous day!
Graphic by KiMo
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dessarious · 9 months
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Old Scars and New Beginnings Pt104
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"You are not letting my granddaughter run off into danger!" Gina's voice kept getting louder and Rolland honestly looked like he was about to explode. This was going about as well as Bruce thought, but at least no one had thrown anything at him yet.
"You're right, I'm not. I'm making sure she's protected when she does." They didn't seem to know how to respond to that. "Marinette has been given an extremely heavy burden to bear and there's nothing you or I can do about that. All I can do is train her to the best of my ability and make sure she doesn't have to face anything alone."
"Who was hurt in that altercation with the Joker?" Not the question he expected, and he blinked at Gina for a moment while trying to decide how to answer. It really was Mari's information to share, but he didn't want her to have to go through it again. He pulled out his phone. "It's a simple question."
"It is, but I want to ask Marinette if she's comfortable with me sharing the answer. The Miraculous are her responsibility, and I know there are some things she'd rather share herself, or possibly not share at all." That got a small hum of approval.
~They're asking about some things related to the Miraculous. How much are you comfortable with me sharing?
Mari~Whatever you think is best, but if you don't want to answer, I can answer them later.
The answer he got back from Mari made him frown. She was going back to relying on other people's judgment again, and it was worrisome. In this case though, it was probably best that Gina and Rolland get most of it out of their systems.
"Syd is the fox holder. It was her first time out and she didn't have a solid grasp on her powers. It's one of the reasons I haven't had any of them out on patrol since. Mari has already been beating herself up non stop for the incident, so I'd appreciate you not asking her about it specifically."
"That girl takes too much on herself." Rolland's voice was softer than he'd heard it, and Gina just seemed to wilt.
"She does, and that's something we're trying to work on. It will honestly be a great help for her to not have to lie or be careful around you, which is why we're having this conversation. She's convinced that her lies about her hero work in Paris are what led to her parents abandoning her."
"Them not having faith in the child they raised caused that. There was nothing she could have done to prevent it. I lost my son because of my own stubborn pride. I won't lose my granddaughter." Having had his own issues with his children, Bruce felt for the man.
"What exactly are you asking of us?" Gina sounded so drained. He knew she blamed herself for not being present while everything was happening in Paris. He held up his hands.
"Marinette needs a loving and supportive environment. All I ask is that you try to keep any negative comments to a minimum. I'm trying to build her confidence back up and she takes criticism far too much to heart. I don't mean that you can't express concerns, just try to be gentle about it." They were both nodding along as he spoke, which was a relief. "That's why I wanted to introduce all of this to you first, so that you can get some of the immediate reactions out of the way before you speak to Mari."
"That was probably wise. My brashness has caused enough problems for my Fairy. Is this why you decided to get custody of her?" The question was surprisingly mild. He would have expected suspicion.
"No, though it did make me even more grateful that I did. When I found out her parents were planning on sending her to an institution for criminals the next time she stepped outside the rules they'd put in place, I could not let that happen."
"Excuse me?!" Well, they must not have mentioned that. Gina took to muttering under her breath, but Rolland just looked defeated.
"I should have pushed them more when they said she was too busy to visit. I just didn't want to force her if she didn't want to see me."
"They lied to you?" Mari's voice startled all of them. She was standing in the doorway, looking like her world had just crumbled. Again. When they all just stared at her, she shrunk in on herself. "I didn't mean to interrupt, I just heard yelling and..."
"It's fine Mari, we just weren't expecting you so soon." Bruce kept his voice soft and waved her into the room. She hesitated for a moment, but Rolland looked so heartbroken she ended up moving to hug him. Gina moved to run her fingers through Mari's hair.
"You'll find as you go through life that everyone is a hypocrite at some point, my Fairy. It may only be little things, or it can be almost everything they say and do. Sometimes, it hurts other people, and sometimes themselves. I've yet to meet anyone who escapes from it entirely." Bruce could only wince at Gina's observation.
"I'm sorry. I should have tried harder so they-"
"You did nothing wrong." Rolland pulled back to give Mari a stern look. "Those two tried to mold you into what they wanted instead of letting you become who you are. The second they decided you were bad for their image, they tried to force you back into the box they've been trying to get you in your whole life. The fact that they didn't question the things people were saying about you shows how little they know or care about you as the person you are."
Bruce had to cringe at the bluntness and sent up a prayer that it wouldn't cause Mari to regress again. Did he agree with Rolland? Yes, absolutely. He just didn't think Mari was ready to hear it. For her part, Marinette just frowned at the floor. He had no idea what was going through her mind, but she seemed to be thinking rather than panicking. Gina looked like she wanted to throttle Rolland.
"Who was I supposed to be?" She sounded so small and confused. Gina pulled Mari into a hug.
"You are who you're supposed to be. Parents have a tendency to put all their own wants and fears directly on their children. Think about Adrien. They way Gabriel always tried to mold him into the perfect image for his brand. Tom and Sabine were more subtle about it, certainly, but they did the same to you. You were supposed to be their achievement, but that's not how things work. They were bound to be disappointed because there was no way you would turn out exactly how they wanted. No child would. That's not your fault either. Especially since I'm pretty sure they weren't even certain what they wanted you to be."
"So... they were mad that I didn't turn out the way they wanted, but they didn't know what they wanted instead?" Bruce couldn't tell if her reasoning through this instead of just breaking down was a good thing or not.
"That's basically it. For a long time, they didn't have to think about what they wanted you to be, because you were so talented and smart. Everyone always praised and complemented you. When people started complaining about you, I think it shattered their image of you. The fact that it did proves how little they actually know you, as opposed to what they gain from you."
"So, if people stop complaining about me, they'll love me again?" Gina hugged Mari tighter and went off in a tirade in Italian. As much as that logic was purely Marinette, it was still beyond depressing.
"They don't deserve you." Rolland's voice was firm, and Mari just blinked at him. His expression turned bleak. "No parent deserves a child they're willing to throw away." Mari pulled away from Gina to hug him again. Bruce suddenly felt extremely unnecessary. He managed to get up and make it to the door without anyone really noticing. He thought Gina may have, but wasn't certain.
"Is everything aright?" He should have expected Selina to be lurking, and Damian was right behind her. He was honestly surprised more of them weren't in the hallway. Then again, the rest were probably watching cameras somewhere.
"They just need some time alone."
"Did they agree to the safety protocols?" Damian's voice was demanding, and Bruce sighed.
"We didn't get that far, but I doubt it will be an issue." That produced a scowl. "They aren't going to leave before we discuss everything. Mari needs this." She needed to know that her grandparents weren't going to turn on her just because of the Miraculous.
"Fine." He walked off, and Bruce could only roll his eyes. He had a feeling that Damian's feeling of being responsible for Marinette transferred to her grandparents, too. That or he considered them necessary to keeping her properly safe.
"How did they take everything?" Selina brought him back to the current situation.
"Honestly, better than I would have expected. They're mad at me, of course, but they're mostly worried about Mari. They both feel like they failed her, so she comes by that honestly." Selina was just frowning at the door.
"Tim and Babs think they may have found a meeting place for the upper members of the cult. Still haven't found anything to indicate the League is actually in Gotham, though." Bruce blinked at the subject change, then scowled. There's no way they were funding an organization without oversite. They were definitely trying to stay under the radar. They were going to have to dig deeper.
"From now on, no one leaves the manor alone. Preferably, never without two other people." Given that they were talking about the league, it was better to be over cautions. "We need to get eyes and ears in that warehouse, discreetly."
"They already sent Cass." He let out a breath. That was good. She'd know how to judge where everything would pick up the most. Wait...
"Just Cass?"
"Nooroo and Wayzz went with her." It was still odd to think of the Kwami as backup, but that was his life now. "Bruce, have you thought about having Gina and Rolland stay here until this situation is dealt with?" She really liked subject hopping today.
"If they're here, they're a bigger target. It makes more sense to let them stay where they are so that Talia or whoever she sent doesn't have more of a reason to go after them. I'll make sure they're properly protected, Selina." Her expression softened, and she raised a hand to his cheek.
"I wasn't questioning that. It just... feels wrong to spread out right now. I don't know why." One more thing to ask Mari about. After her insight on Damian, he wasn't about to just let things like this go anymore. If he was lucky, this was just Selina being worried about Syd being out of sight, despite being the one to suggest she go in the first place.
"We'll talk about it with everyone. No point making any decisions without everyone on the same page. We should probably see if Harley and Ivy are planning on stopping by tonight." The last thing they needed was everyone arguing instead of doing their jobs.
"You've changed since Mari came." He frowned at her. "It looks good on you." 
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darkwitch1999 · 14 days
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Simpleman AU: Marinette's Other Options 🤔
Why did Marinette choose Nathaniel and Marc to babysit the kids out of everyone else?
Tom & Sabine: Chocolate Convention 🍫
Gina: Learning Kung-fu in China; Hanging out with Fei Wu (Ladydragon) 🐼🐉
Rolland Dupain: Never wants to leave his house, but is clueless about babysitting today's youth. 🏡🤔
Alya & Nino: On a date at the movies (obviously) 🍿
Mylène: Play rehearsals with the Theater club 🎭
Ivan, Rose, Juleka, or Luka: Kitty Section band practice 🐱🎸
Kim: Swimming Meet with Ondine. 🏊🏼
Max: Busy writing new programs for a side project and has zero experience with babysitting children. ➗🧪
Alix or Jalil: Alix is practicing her skating to prepare for another race against Kim and Jalil would most likely rant about his conspiracy theories to the kids. 🛼👽
Kagami: Practice with her mother and also has no experience babysitting children. 🤺
Zoé: Also has play rehearsals with the Theater Club 🎭
Aurore and Mireille: Working at KIDZ+ 🌦️☔
Devin: Another person with zero babysitting experience, does not have the patience to tolerate children, and is most likely to cuss out Marinette for dumping four hyperactive children onto him. (raises middle finger) "Fuck off, Marinette!" 🐦🤬
Jean: Of course, he has play rehearsals with the Theater Club 🎭
Noelle: Hanging out with Lila and Marinette does not want the children around that lying fox. 🦊
As you can read, Marinette weighed the pros and cons of each option. Apparently, working on a comic book issue and already babysitting one child wasn't considered a con when Marinette decided to ask Nathaniel and Marc to babysit.
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nerdypanda3126 · 9 months
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The Triumph of Luka Couffaine
This was written for the @lovebugs-and-snakecharmers Round Robin event! @trixxiephantomhive, @mrsmayday @rierse, and I took turns adding onto this story with "bike" and "just accept it" as our prompts. Also, go check out the art by Rierse, they did a fantastic job!!
Summary: Luka brings home a project that Marinette isn't entirely thrilled with, at least until he asks for her help.
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Luka had a soft spot for outcasts. Marinette had known him for long enough that she'd noticed it was a quirk of his, and she loved it about him, even before they were together. Then when they had started dating, she'd learned to take it in stride when he brought home one-eyed goats and stray deaf dogs and other "projects" that "he couldn't just leave." 
But this had to be pushing it. 
"Luka." She tried not to scold, really she did. "What on earth is that supposed to be?" 
From where he was kneeling in front of what looked like a pile of twisted, rusted, metal junk, Luka grinned up at her from under his blue-tipped bangs. "My new bike. Great, right? And I got it for practically nothing. A few tweaks and she's golden." 
Golden would not have been the word she would've used. Did he not see the parts falling off and the missing pieces, and the rust? She was pretty sure that as far as motorized vehicles went, rust was a very bad thing. But if Luka did notice, he didn't seem to mind as he beamed at his prize.
She glanced at her own Vespa, which she'd kept well-maintained since it'd been given to her four years ago, and then back to the… "bike" Luka had bought. There was some resemblance, now that she was looking for it. There was a place for a seat, although the seat itself was long gone, and that ball of solid rust a little below it looked like it was meant to be an engine, and there were two axles and hubs where the wheels would go… 
"Well," Luka was saying, which brought her attention back to him. He was eyeing the bike more critically now, much like she had been. He wiped at his nose and it left a little smudge of dirt and grease behind that she had to admit was cute on him. It had no right bringing out the blue of his eyes like that. "Okay, so it needs a little more than tweaking. But the bones of this thing are rock solid. And underneath all of this is a Triumph Bonneville." 
"...A what?" 
"It's an old British brand, but super reliable. See the twin cylinders here?" He pointed to two rods on either side of what would be the seat, then grinned up at her again. "A classic Triumph, Marinette, can you imagine? Once I get it all fixed up it'll sing." 
She hummed in what she hoped was a noncommittal way. "How do you know all this stuff?" she asked instead of answering him. He stood and dusted his hands off on his ripped jeans, then dusted the seat of his pants off, too, which, even after all the years they'd known each other, was still just as distracting. Moreso, maybe, because now they were dating and she could look at him now with all the love and appreciation she felt for him. 
Luka shoved his hands in his back pockets as he smiled warmly at her, apparently thinking similar thoughts. "I picked up a few things, tinkering on my old bicycle down at the shop. I've always wanted a vintage motorcycle." 
"I didn't know that," she admitted. He chuckled back. 
"You never asked." 
A flush of heat crept across her cheeks as she realized he was right. "So… you know how to fix this, then?" She stepped forward into his space and put her hands in his back pockets, too, earning her a mischievous raised eyebrow. "Because I have to tell you… right now it's…" She dared a glance at him, then bit her lip as she winced. "It's really ugly." 
He laughed at that and wrapped his arms around her waist instead, holding her close to him. "Yeah, I know how to fix it." He leaned down to press a kiss to her forehead.
"I hope you've got your tetanus shot," she muttered, only half-meaning for him to hear her. She blushed again when he let out another one of those laughs, bright and open and beautiful, and nodded. 
"Thanks for worrying about me," he said, adding, "I know you always do." 
At the same time, she said, "I always do." They both smiled at the jinx and Luka glanced back at the bike with a thoughtful look on his face. 
"I was hoping…" he started, pulling his gaze back to hers, "that maybe we could work on it… together?" 
Together. Marinette ran the math in her head. This was at least months' worth of work, if not a year or two, and he wanted to do this. With her. She couldn't help the smile that lit up her face as she nodded. "I'd love you—to!" 
She blushed as she realized her slip, and she knew Luka had noticed it because he always noticed everything, but he only smiled back, pleased, and pulled her into a tight hug before continuing to point out the features that his new bike would have. 
She had to admit she was getting excited with him. 
***
The next morning Luka woke up bright and early. His plan was to set up his tools for starting on the bike. 'I just need the solution, a screwdriver, a hammer, and a crowbar,' he thought to himself while waiting for Marinette to arrive. 
She showed up around 20 minutes after their planned time and began profusely apologizing and flailing about. 
"I'm so sorry, Luka. I know I promised I would try to get better at being on time, but I didn't get much sleep last night and—" 
Luka placed a hand on her face and pulled her into a hug as he quietly chuckled.“I love you, Marinette. Can we get started?”
She returned the laughter and nodded. “Yep! Not entirely sure what you want me to do, I can barely ride my Vespa, let alone repair it.”
He stepped to the side and started looking intently at the bike. “Well, today we’re going to take all the rusted parts and soak them in a solution to see what’s just surface rust and what needs to be replaced or welded,” Luka explained in a soft voice, fully understanding and not judging her lack of knowledge. 
“So… do we just put the whole thing in?” she asked almost jokingly, looking at his "bike"  loveable scrap heap.
“Pretty much. Except we have to take it apart because some things like the engine and brake wires need to be unhooked and replaced.” 
Marinette nodded and pulled out five large containers as he pointed to them. Luka carried the gallons of solution and they worked together to slowly pour it in. 
They moved on to the next part of the day, which was getting the outside pieces of the bike loose.
“Thanks for helping Mar—” he said in a strained voice, struggling to loosen a siding panel of the bike while Marinette was standing above him using a crowbar to unwedge it from the top.
“No problem! This is difficult, but it's fun to work with you!”
Luka smiled, and began to lose himself in her beautiful blue eyes that sparkled like the sun—until BANG! The piece came loose and sent Luka to the ground with it. Marinette burst into giggles as she helped him up, and Luka squeaked out a quiet, "Ow—"
Luka knew at that moment that it wasn't going to be the only time an incident would send one of them into giggles. 
A few days later and just a day after the soaking had finished, Marinette jokingly pointed the sandblaster Luka was renting at him. He screamed and jumped to the ground, knowing if she hit the on switch it would hurt. 'The device was made for smoothing down the bike, not him.' She didn't actually turn it on, but Luka was still planning his revenge.
A revenge which came into play a few days later, when they'd finally gotten to the point of washing the metal sides of the bike to put them away and start on the next part of rebuilding the bike.
The couple filled up the soapy buckets and pulled out their sponges. They were old ones that Luka stole from the kitchen, one bright green with a sunglasses print, and the other red and black striped.
"There was a sale on decorative sponges a while back," Luka explained to a giggling Marinette. 
Not too long after the buckets were full and Luka was starting to rinse the bike, he smirked and whipped around, aiming the water stream straight at Marinette, causing her to scream and start laughing. 
"COLD! COLD! Luka, that's cold!"
***
Luka laughed and dropped the sprayer innocently to his side. "Truce?"
Marinette pouted and didn't miss the way his eyes flickered to her mouth. "Truce," she agreed reluctantly.
"Great, now let's sort through the cleaned up pieces and take inventory of what we need. Can you help write things down as I count them off?" he asked with his hands held up in a pleading gesture. 
She knew he struggled to read his own writing at times and smiled. "Of course."
So they set about sorting through what they'd done so far. Some pieces were okay after a soak and quick clean up, which had shocked her. She was sure this was more scrap than salvage, but he had been right, there was a lot about this bike that was still quite solid.
They made a list of pieces that needed more work to be functional, and a list for the pieces that were missing or completely beyond redemption. Both lists were… not short. Luka eyed the final count critically but nodded in approval. "Honestly? This isn't that bad. It might take some time to track down some of these things, or afford some of them, but I have some ideas on that front."
Marinette watched with adoration as he spoke passionately and excitedly about restoration projects and how there were whole groups of people who picked these kinds of old vehicles up to try to make them look good again. He talked about auction sites where vintage or restoration pieces could be gotten fairly cheap through bidding or at special events. 
"I might even be able to get an in with some of the people I used to know from around the shop. So what do you think?" Luka looked at her expectantly, still enthusiastic and joyful.
She gave him a quick kiss. "I think you're amazing being able to see the beauty in this thing. I think this sounds like a lot of fun and I'm learning a lot. I'm so happy you asked me to help."
He beamed at her and suggested she change into dry clothes so they could go pick up some things. She pointed out that it was his fault she even needed to change but he didn't seem the least bit sorry. She rolled her eyes and went inside.
When she came back out in one of his shirts, his gaze lingered and she felt her face heat under his attention. "Well, where to? Do we take your truck or do you want to ride the Vespa?"
He laughed. "We probably need the truck, we don't want to carry that much on the scooter."
They took off for an automotive store and happily sang to the radio together, both passionately belting out the lyrics. Marinette found herself basking in the moment, warm and full of love.
When they arrived, Luka opened the door for her and took her hand to help her out but didn't let go as they walked in together.
Luka led her around the store excitedly, grabbing different things they needed for the next steps in restoring the bike. He asked her opinions or answered her questions where she chimed in.
"We might pick up paint if it's on sale. It'll be one of the last steps in putting the bike together but we can look." He smiled as her eyes lit up at the prospect of something more artistic to look at.
Marinette had been captivated by the different options for color and design. When she had found the metal flakes and pearl options, Luka had been reminded of Rose in the glitter section at the craft store. Marinette ended up grabbing a variety of swatches and samples to play around with colors and effects.
In addition to her samples, they ended up picking up polish, wax, sealant, some more solution, and a few smaller things that would help get the pieces they did have better assembled while they tracked down the bigger parts.
When they got back to his place, they set some of the stuff in the garage for later and went about replacing the few valves, screws, and wires they picked up. Doing that fastened different parts of the bike together or allowed them to make sure everything had a proper seal and connection.
"So this is a 1964, not the peak of the Bonneville bikes but still a really good model. We'll need to make sure we look at the right year when we're searching for parts since they aren't always interchangeable, though some might be." He pulled up some of the sites he was talking about before to show her some of the visual differences and why different models needed slightly different parts. 
Marinette was feeling pretty excited herself by the time the day ended and she said goodbye. While she rode home, she felt the familiar buzz of inspiration and decided she needed to do something with the energy.
The moment she got home and settled, she had her sketchbook in hand. As she sketched a few different stray thoughts, she had another idea. She pulled out her phone and clicked on a contact.
"Hey, Nona. Yeah, I'm great, thank you. Hey, do you know anything about Triumph Bonnevilles?" 
She smiled as her grandmother started off on an excited tangent. Maybe she could help get some more traction for finding the remaining parts, too. She was excited to run the idea by Luka and watch his face light up. If she could do something to make him happy and excited, it would only be fair.
***
Over the next couple months, they managed to fix up almost all of the remaining parts they had, and had even purchased several of the missing pieces. It was coming together nicely and it had been a great bonding project for them.
They were in the garage, Luka tinkering on the bike, Marinette sketching in her design book, when Luka asked, "Do you know how to ride a motorcycle?"
She raised her eyebrow at him. "Yeah, passenger at least. I've ridden with my Nona often enough. Why?"
Luka nodded "Good. I'm just thinking about the first ride on this thing."
"It's… not roadworthy? It's missing the seat and the tires still," she pointed out.
Luka gave her a secretive little smile and hummed noncommittally.
"Did you find them? Luka, is the bike almost done?" Marinette pressed, suddenly very eager to get an answer.
He just flashed that lazy boyish smile and leaned over to give her a quick peck. He could be awfully irritating when he wanted to be.
"Oh come on!" She grabbed his face in her hands and gave him a look but found herself losing her train of thought when he looked at her that softly.
"I might have a lead. We're getting close." He was speaking quietly, staring into her eyes like he was as lost as she was.
They were interrupted by the very loud ringing of her phone and Marinette sighed. She looked at the caller ID. Luka leaned over to see who had disrupted the moment. "Oh, Gina. Go ahead and answer her, tell her thank you for the last tip she gave me, it panned out really well." He waved his hand to shoo her to answer.
"Hey, Nona, what's up?" Marinette asked when she answered.
"Marinette, my fairy, how are you? How is your sweet blue boy?" Gina asked with affection.
"We're great. He said to thank you for the last tip you gave him, I guess whatever it was is going good so far."
"Ah! Marvelous! Benissimo! I knew my dear friend was reliable," Gina exclaimed.
Marinette smiled. "Did you need something? Are you calling for an update or is this a social call?"
***
Luka smiled as he worked, enjoying the sound of his girlfriend's animated voice as she chatted with her Nona. Gina had been an excellent reference for the project. And Marinette had been more enthusiastic than he'd anticipated, he really just wanted to spend time with her, working on something creative together, a project that could be both of theirs. She had design and he had music, but this would be theirs. 
“Really?” Luka looked up as Marinette’s background chatter grew more enthusiastic, “Thank you SO much Nona! That will be perfect! Talk to you later, love you!”
“Good news?” he asked.
“Very, can I take the seat base and padding home today? I need to get precise measurements for the cover.”
“Sure, of course, I’ll help you get them home. Do I get to see the plan?”
Marinette smiled mischievously at him. “Hmmm, not just yet… unless you’re willing to share your news?”
Luka smiled patiently. “I can wait.” The tires Gina had helped him locate were perfect; she had a contact with access to vintage surplus—he had scored a near perfect match that had never been used.
“Hmpf. Of course you can.”
“C’mere.” He grinned at her little pout; they both knew he was far more patient than she was—she could keep a secret, though, even when she wanted to share. He had no doubt that whatever she was planning would be perfect.
Marinette hop-skipped over the parts lined up on the ground until she reached him and he pulled her into his lap. “I think this next bit is gonna need a little luck.”
“Yeah?”
“Mmmhmmm.”
“Where do you plan on getting that?”
“I was kinda hoping you could spare a little.” He bopped her gently on the nose then let his finger trail to her lips. He swallowed hard as she kissed his fingertip.
“I think I could manage a little.” Her eyes danced as she leaned in for a kiss. Best project ever.
***
It was gorgeous. Marinette ran her hand over the material that had arrived in the mail while she was out. Nona had found just the leather she wanted and expressed it over from Italy. It was supple, yet very durable—and the colors were perfect. Deep black, antique white, cerulean blue, and a perfect "Sass" green, ironically called "Serpente Nell’erba" or "Snake in the Grass." She had been determined to keep the retro feel of the bike while giving it a little more personality. She hoped to find a way to showcase the depth of character she saw in Luka in the colors and lines of the bike. Nona had approved of her design and she couldn’t wait to see it in reality. Marinette stopped short as she pulled the last of the leather from the box, there was something more. She grinned at the note, Stay safe my Fairy, and have fun! ~Nona, on top of something black and bulky. It was a riding jacket. Black with hot pink accents, and it fit perfectly. She took a quick selfie and sent a thank you text along with the photo to Nona Gina. 
Marinette glanced at the seat frame in the corner and shrugged off the jacket. The frame had been sanded, cleaned, and painted, though it still needed a clear coat along with everything else, but it was ready enough to get her started. Getting the seat back to her place had been a little tricky; she and Luka had been reduced to gales of laughter as they tried out different configurations to get both of them and the seat and padding on her moped, and had finally found a functional, if awkward, arrangement that required her to drive rather slowly, but they had managed it. Now she had work to do.
***
They were getting close. Luka surveyed all the parts. Once the clear coat went on, it would be a matter of final assembly and fine tuning. Marinette had loved the painting side of things and had gotten really good with the automotive sprayer. The colors she had helped him choose were gorgeous and while the vibrancy was certainly more modern than the browns and tans of the '60s, the overall design looked good on the vintage bike. She had shooed him out of the tent, insisting that she wanted to paint the clear coat on the tank herself. He knew she was planning something, he just didn’t know what. It was the final piece to be clear-coated and he was trying to remember that he was the patient one. He worked at polishing and assembling everything that was ready. Reassembling all the spokes for the wheels was time-consuming and a little tedious. Marinette had gotten it into her head to create a pattern with the spokes, some classic chrome and some a glossy black—it was going to look amazing in motion, but was nearly akin to torture to get them all into the correct pattern. 
The flap of their makeshift spray tent flipped open and Marinette exited with a glowing smile. “It’s amazing how much a difference the clear gloss makes!” she announced excitedly. “Want some help with the spokes?” 
“Sure, Melody, this pattern is making me a little dizzy.” She dropped to the ground next to him and started laying them out in order so he could just grab and install. Huh, he should have thought about laying them out first. “We make a pretty good team.”
“Yeah, we do.” She nudged her shoulder into his arm with a grin and set to work.
They hummed as they worked, enjoying the time together while focusing on the task. And if their hands brushed and lingered as she handed him spokes, well, so much the better. He liked this, one goal between them. Even as they used their individual talents for different aspects of the project, it was thrilling to see it all come together cohesively.
***
Marinette tried to stay calm as she worked on the spokes. Luka was too observant to not know she was up to something, but she was trying her best to remain calm. They still had to assemble all the parts, it wasn’t as if she could keep it a secret till the end or anything, but she did want the glossy finish to dry so he could see the decal as it was meant to be. She had worked hard on the design, and searched all over to find a shop that could print it on the right material for an automotive decal. In the end the work was well worth it. She had gotten the decals to go on smoothly without any bumps or bubbles, despite how nervous she’d been of messing it up at the last minute. The decal featured a green cobra, perfectly matched to the leather on the seat, coiled around a branch of sakura blossoms and rearing as if it was about to strike, fangs bared. The blossoms were pretty, but the snake had just the right vintage flavor to pull the whole thing together. She was pretty sure Luka would love it. She hoped he would at least. 
The wheels were done, the spoke pattern was mesmerizing, and everything that could be put together before the tank went on was ready.
“Can I see what you’ve done now, Marinette?”
“Yes! Of course. Let me just make sure it's dry…”
“It's been hours, I'm sure it's ready.”
“Okay, okay…” Luka grabbed at her hand as she fidgeted nervously.
“I know I’ll love whatever you’ve done, I trust you, can you trust me?”
She stilled. He was right, her nervousness suggested she was worried about his reaction and of course she trusted him to be both honest and appreciative of her work. She relaxed and tugged him towards the tent. “Yeah, come see.”
They flipped the flap open, pinning it back to let in the light and stepped inside. “Oh wow, Marinette, this is incredible!” She bounced, biting her lip as he traced the coiled snake and tapped the blossoms gently. “It needed this, a little piece of us visible. Mari, I love it.” She squealed and threw herself into his arms for a hug, trying not to knock anything to the ground. He caught her in his arms and took a step or two away from the finished tank before spinning her around in a triumphant embrace.
He loved it. She knew he would, but it was good to hear. The hug was nice, too.
***
Marinette stood waiting in front of the bakery. She could feel it, today was the day! Her jacket was stowed in her Vespa and she had wrapped the seat—she had struggled with some of the seams, but was happy with the final result.
“Hey, Marinette, let me take that.” She handed over the awkwardly wrapped bundle—the finished seat—as Luka joined her at the bakery. Maman and Papa fussed over them a bit as they arranged themselves on her moped with the seat. It wasn’t quite so awkward now that it was all one piece, and they were soon off. 
Marinette gushed over the work he’d done after she left the night before and he was beyond thrilled when he unwrapped the seat. He was amazed at the quality of the leather, and the design was elegant and playful. “Marinette, you are a wonder.” She blushed furiously at his praise and pecked his cheek before nudging him to attach the seat to the bike. Once the seat was on, it was down to the last details, and those were quickly accomplished. 
“I learned so much, Luka, I might be able to handle my own repairs on the moped if I ever needed them now,” she said as they attached the last bolt and adjusted the mirrors.
***
Luka was flabbergasted at how quickly it all fell into place. Marinette was rubbing a clean cloth over the chrome to make it shine and it looked amazing. Her grasp of design and color was fully evident once the machine was put together. He might have eventually finished the bike on his own, but there was no way it would have looked nearly this good without the creative eye and dedication of his girlfriend.
He scanned the area for the next step, "Now we just need…" and cocked his head in confusion when he didn’t see any more spare parts. Surely there was more to work on, right? He ran through his mental checklist as he fidgeted with the torque wrench in his hands.
Marinette laughed at his floundering. "It's done Luka, just accept it."
"Yeah, I guess it is." He was surprised to find that he was feeling a little sad about the end of their work together. The plan had been about the journey—more so even than the end result, as perfect as it was.
"Luka.” Marinette slid her hand into his and forced him to look at her. “This is the part where you tell me to hold on tight and we ride into the sunset." 
Well, that sounded pretty good. He glanced around. "It's barely noon."
"Guess it'll have to be a long ride then." She pulled something out of her moped and pulled on a form-fitting leather motorcycle jacket. Damn, she looked good.
Luka smiled, and grabbed her so he could steal a kiss. Well, he tried to steal one, but she wasn’t resisting, so he gleefully took the kiss she offered him instead. Maybe the end of the project wasn’t so bad after all. "Wanna go for a ride?"
“I’d love you—to! I’d love to, and I love you, Luka.” Music to his ears.
He pressed a soft kiss to her temple. “I love you, too, Marinette.”
His heart swelled as she climbed up behind him and he reveled in the feel of her holding tightly to him. Time to chase a sunset.
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silentmagi · 5 months
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Nathalie’s Secret Family! Nathalie & Tom and Sabine & Marinette, Socqueline, Marx, Fei & Gina Dupain and Rolland Dupain & Wang Shifu & Jagged Stone and Penny Rolling & Clara Nightingale - Am I Awake? Or Am I Dreaming? (Family Trip)
Listen, you really shouldn't sleep through road trips with this family, not just because of the strange people in this family, but also just because Nathalie was fairly certain that the landscape didn't have roaming dragons, dancing griffons, and galloping unicorns.
Nope, not dealing with this, turning over and going back to sleep.
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Ever notice how Marinette cares a lot about her parental family but isn’t the least bit interested in her maternal family?
I mean, it is kind of weird, considering that she didn’t meet her grandfather until she was a teenager (Bakerix). We also know that even though she travels a lot, Gina has a good relationship with her granddaughter (Befana), yet it’s never established how close Uncle Wang is with Marinette, much less anyone else on her mother’s side of the family. Maybe it’s harder to contact them or something?
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Chapters: 71/71 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: Teen And Up Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Alya Césaire & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, onesided Ninette, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Nino Lahiffe Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Roland Dupain, Gina Dupain, Wang Cheng, Chloé Bourgeois, Alya Césaire, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Bridgette (Miraculous Ladybug), Nino Lahiffe, Lila Rossi Additional Tags: Alternate Universe, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Bee!Rose, snake!Chloé, Kwami Swap Summary:
Marinette's parents have died, leaving her all alone in the world at five. And with limited options, she has no choice but to live with her grandfather.
Roland Dupain never got to make amends with his son, but perhaps he can do right by him by raising his daughter. And Roland does love Marinette. But that doesn't mean he lets go of his traditional ways of thinking.
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mochinek0 · 1 year
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Daminette December 2022: 1-Ice
(NOTE: This was inspired by the 'Elation' trailer only-IF you are avoiding Miraculous Ladybug trailers, DO NOT READ!!!!)
Marinette smiled as her partner took her around the city. She had a grown to have greater appreciation for him. Chat Noir was always there for her. He was steadily becoming her best friend, in and out of the mask. Even when everything and everyone seemed against her at school, she had Chat Noir and Damian.
Marinette had never been happier then when her Nona introduced them. Damian had needed a bit of help with a project for his rivalry with his brothers. He proudly stated he didn't need her assistance and to go back to playing dress up. She had sneakily set up a booby trap in his room and made his life a living hell for three days until he gave up and asked for her help.
Marinette smiled fondly at the memory.
"Beg me." She spoke.
"What?" He shouted.
"Get on your knees and beg me." She repeated, "You wasted three of my days when I could have been working. It's your own fault; you're too prideful. Your revenge probably would have been finished by now."
Damian had glared at her and sighed. He got on his knees and his cheeks tinted pink.
"Please," he growled out, "help me with my revenge."
Marinette smiled, "Of course. So, which trap was your favorite and who are we getting first? Also, are we doing irreversible damage that is seen as childish and petty or all out war?"
"How many siblings do you have?" Damian questioned.
"I'm an only child." She answered.
"How do you know about traps then?" He asked.
"Bullies. One of them said they forgot something in my room. My parents let them up without my permission and they tried to steal my diary. Their hand was trapped in a box until I unlocked it." She replied.
"Effective." He responded.
Marinette nodded, "I had moved onto trapping my school supplies and locker. Someone broke in and was splattered with a glue and glitter bomb. The school got mad and tried to expel me. So, I took it up with the school board about defending my property and there were no locks. Our principal had said he updated the lockers months ago. They weren't happy with him. He was fired; turned out he had been using the school's money as his personal piggy bank. Lockers were updated and the person who got bombed was suspended. There's an internal investigation going on."
Damian smirked, "All that from a glitter bomb?"
"What can I say?" She asked, "When I get creative, sometimes it's chaotic."
After getting his revenge, Damian Wayne asked her out.
It didn't matter anymore if her classmates apologized. She was sure there was going to be a lot of changes after the internal investigation. She couldn't wait for the can of worms that was going to be unleashed that had Lila's name all over it. Lila Rossi made her see that her feelings for Adrien were too extreme. She deserved better than someone who let her get bullied. He never had her back, like he promised. Adrien Agreste had become a coward in her eyes.
"We're here, Princess!" Chat Noir cried out, gleefully.
'Oh, right; Andre's.'
Andre looked between the two teenagers, upset.
'Why are they together again? It will never work.'
"Look who's here!" he spoke, "Marinette, Chat Noir? What are you doing here?"
"We're here for your ice cream." Chat answered, "Unless you sell hot dogs."
"What a joke, this Chat Noir." Andre commented, as the two laughed, "But I am the glacier of lovers! Not the ice cream parlor of pranksters and good friends. You, Chat Noir, are in love with Ladybug and you, Marinette, are madly in love with Adrien Agreste."
Marinette just blinked. She wasn't sure if she had heard Andre correctly.
'Did he just declare I was in love with Adrien, in front of Chat Noir?'
Adrien felt his cheeks warm up under the mask.
'Marinette is in love with me?'
"You're wrong." Marinette spoke.
"Huh?" Andre commented.
"I'm not in love with Adrien Agreste." Mari spoke again.
"Yes, you are." Andre smiled, before making her sweetheart cone, "Matcha for his eyes and almond for his skin."
Andre smiled, smugly, as he handed Marinette her scoop. Marinette smiled as she took the cone. Chat Noir watched as she took a bite, before smiling from the flavor combination.
"My sweetheart cone for Adrien was pistachio and peach, but this describes my boyfriend perfectly." Marinette declared.
Andre froze in shock. Chat Noir slowly turned and looked at her.
"You......have a boyfriend?" he asked.
"Yep." Marinette smiled, "It took me awhile to see how cowardly Adrien was."
"Cowardly?" Chat asked, hurt by her answer.
"Yeah. There's this liar at our school. She's been bullying me, threatening me, basically gotten me expelled twice. Adrien told me it was fine she was lying to everyone and that he would have my back." She spoke, "He never 'had my back' when the people I thought were my friends tripped me, spilled things on my homework or designs, or spread lies about me."
Adrien felt himself shrink under her words. He had promised her, but....He couldn't risk his father being angry at him with Lila around. He had just convinced his father to let him quit modeling.
"If anything, that liar showed me that he wasn't who I thought he was. After that, my feelings for him faded pretty fast." Mari continued, taking another bite of her sweetheart ice cream, "I liked him because he was honest and kind; just not to me. Honestly, he's not for me. My Nona introduced me to a great guy and he asked me out."
Chat Noir gulped, "You-You sound happy."
Marinette smiled, "I haven't been this happy in a long time. He doesn't mind my rambles about fabric and colors. I can bounce ideas for fashion off of him and if I can't seem to design something right, he helps me. He doesn't even like fashion; but he's there for me. He sends me pictures of all his animals. Whenever I get close to being akumatized, I talk to him and he makes everything better."
"A-Akumatized?" Chat questioned.
Marinette turned to the miraculous hero and nodded.
"What? When? How?" he growled out.
"I've almost been akumatized several times since that liar came to school. So far, I've been managing, but.......my parents have started to notice them. I feel like they're planning on sending me out of Paris soon. I don't know if they will send me to Shanghai or if I'd travel with my Nona. I doubt they would send me to live with my boyfriend and his family, but my Nona might." she concluded, "She thinks of them as a second family, a very chaotic family."
Chat felt like he couldn't breathe. He couldn't imagine going to school as Adrien and Marinette not being there. He thought the high road would make verything better. Now, it seemed like it made everything worse.
"Your ice cream is magical, Andre, but you expect too much." Marinette spoke, "You can't force people to be together. Our hearts know. It just takes awhile for us to see through everything that we hoped to be true."
"What do you mean, Princess?" Chat questioned, ignoring the Ice Cream Man's glare.
"I once saw a future with Adrien. A house full of kids; three of them, but it wasn't real." she stated, "When something makes us happy, we want to hold onto it for as long as we can. It's hard to move on. We're scared of falling for someone again, only to be rejected."
Marinette turned to Chat Noir.
"Like your love for Ladybug." Mari smiled.
Chat sucked in his breath. She hadn't realized he had been trying to take her out on a date.
"I-I'm trying to. I really am. She told me she was in love with someone else. I have to respect her wishes, even if it hurts." Chat admitted, before quickly facing Andre, "Can I have a sweetheart ice cream cone?"
Andre looked between the pair. They truly were different people from the last time they had come to his shop.
Andre nodded and smiled, "Blueberry for their hair and bubblegum for their bubbly personality."
Chat Noir took his cone and gulped.
'Please, don't let her figure it out. I already know I waited too long; she's already taken.'
Marinette looked at him and smiled, "I hope you find whoever makes you happy."
"Me too." he answered.
"Thanks for the ice cream, Andre." Marinette smiled as she took another bite and began to walk away.
Chat quickly trailed after her.
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iwasbored777 · 2 years
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The fact Mari who lives literally near her school, still using scooter to get there... just to take off her helmet in this seductive manner and kill Adrien Agreste
Marinette is smooth af! I'm definitely going to use this trick if I ever get a scooter.
Looking back now at all that Ladybug flirting with Chat Noir moments... WHO TF TAUGHT MARINETTE BE THIS SMOOTH?! Sabine doesn't seem like a person who would be like this, neither does Tom. I'm telling you, those are Gina's genes.
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cardiac-agreste · 5 days
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Chapter 11: Fossil
This is my story about Sabine & Marinette for the @mlbigbang. The story is from Sabine's POV as she tries to figure out what has been traumatizing her little girl (who, by the way, will not tell her anything).
Synopsis
Marinette's family discusses removing her from Paris.
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Rolland wasn’t having any of it, though. “Spying on your kids is not the way it’s done! The first word in our national slogan is liberté! You should give them as much freedom as you can stand, because it’s good for them!”
Meilin shouted back, “Children need to learn obedience. She’s skipping class!”
“Meilin, she is class represen—”
“—paranoid, and I can’t help but be afraid—”
“Mi scusi,” Gina said.
“—trust her, she’s always been so responsible—”
”—Please everyone—“
“—showed me that rice flour is more resilient to high temperatures—”
“Mi scusi.” Gina had raised her voice.
“—Roland—”
“—Tom—”
“YOU WANT HER OUT OF PARIS, JUST SEND MARINETTA WITH ME!”
The room went silent, all eyes on Gina.
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I bow deeply to @uptoolateart and @raspberrycatapult for their labors alongside me to bring this to life. We will have art next week from @izanogi, too! Thank you to @giuliafc for linguistic help with this chapter.
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grahamdefamily · 11 months
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Welcome to the People's Choice Award! 🎉
Or basically the poll where we stick all the jerks we couldn't put in the actual tournament, because Math man. It's hard.
These contestants need no introduction. Not because they're memorable, but because if they were worth one they would have made it to the main event.
Without further ado, let's hear your verdict:
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dessarious · 10 months
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The Angel of Death Pt51
Inspired by this Story Starter by  @someone-ev  
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Marinette woke slowly, in a bed this time at least. There was shouting coming from the next room and she groaned internally. Just one day of peace, was that so much to ask? Despite grumbling internally, she sat up and slowly went to the door. Her head still felt fuzzy, but whatever was happening in the other room needed to be dealt with. When she opened the door, Gina and Chloe were yelling at Fu, then there was a bright flash of light. There was no way that was a good thing.
"Who are you? Where am I?" Fu's confused voice caused her to groan, bringing everyone's attention to where she was holding herself up with the door frame.
"What the hell happened now?" Gina and Chloe exchanged a look before Gina spoke.
"Cass, would you mind escorting this gentleman home? He seems to have lost his way." That couldn't be good. Cass just grabbed his upper arm and all but dragged him out of the room. Once he was out the door, Gina gave her a worried look. "We tried to stop him, I swear."
"Tried to stop him from doing what?" Neither one seemed to know how to answer, then Tikki popped up.
"He renounced his Guardianship and transferred it to you. In doing so, he lost any and all memories connected to the Miraculous." She couldn't even summon the energy to be surprised. How did this become her life?
"Why does everyone insist on treating me like a child and then proceed dump more and more responsibility in my lap? You people need to pick one and stick to it." She was so sick of this. At least when she'd just been an Assassin, her only worry was not drawing attention. "Where's the damn box?"
"It's in the bedroom." Gina seemed to answer more on reflex than anything else. Marinette stalked back into the room to find the rest of the Kwami hovering. She felt dizzy, and had to take a few deep breaths to steady herself. Maybe the stress was affecting her blood pressure.
"Does the box actually have protections, or is it just decorative?" Tikki was frowning at her, but Nooroo landed on her shoulder to answer.
"Decorative, but we could teach you how to add protections if you wish." She traced the patterns on the box absentmindedly.
"That might be a good idea for now, but I'd like to make something that's easier to travel with that is as impervious to magic and technology as I can make it." She'd have to ask for input from the Blakes, and possibly Constantine if she could find the bastard, but she'd have to make it on her own. The last thing she needed was anyone being able to override the security.
"So you're going to start running again." Gina's disappointed voice sounded from the doorway.
"I'm not about to listen to a lecture about this from someone who can't stay in one place for more than two months." She winced at how harsh her tone was, but she didn't regret the words. She felt Gina walking towards her and tensed up, only to have the woman turn her around gently.
"I like traveling. I like seeing new places and meeting new people. I don't stay in one place because I don't want to. What do you want?" She really hated that question.
"Fate and destiny have been working against me since I was born. It's all I can do to mitigate the consequences. What I want is pointless. What I can achieve is picking the least bad option, and right now that means making sure the Miraculous stay out of hands that will abuse them."
"And you don't think you can do that in Paris?"
"Destroying Talia will cause chaos in the League, but it won't necessarily stop them from looking for me. Not to mention Batman's going to be turning over every rock he can find so he can contain or 'rehabilitate' me." Paris was the only place he knew to look for her, so leaving was the best option. Where she would go was another matter entirely.
"I wouldn't bet on that last one. Wonder Woman gave him an earful after he mentioned you being a Keeper of Balance. She threatened to send you Amazons to help you in whatever way you require. Honestly, if you must leave, you would be welcome in their home and you and the Miraculous would be well guarded." It was obvious Gina didn't like the idea, but it did make sense. The Justice League wouldn't risk going against them. "Aquaman offered Atlantis as a safe place, as well. Apparently, ignoring a Keeper of Balance is what put them on the bottom of the ocean in the first place."
It was good to have options, and both places would keep her separate from the rest of the world. She'd still be able to teleport wherever she needed to, or wanted to, since everyone seemed to be stuck on that idea. But... she had a feeling both would make it extremely hard for her to get the down time she needed. They'd either be asking her for her advice, or trying to mold her into what they thought she should be. Neither option sounded appealing. It might be worth a trial run, just in case.
"It might be best to wait on either so that Batman doesn't know where to look for me. Granted, it would be hilarious to be able to come and go as I please while he's certain I'm stuck at one or the other." Man would probably have a stroke once he found out she could just teleport wherever the hell she wanted. Cass choose that moment to return, and she looked worried. "What now?" She tried to keep the annoyance out of her voice, but it was a lost cause at this point.
"Batman tried to follow me. Lost him, but I should probably stay away." She sounded less than happy. Marinette held out an hand and the girl took it, squeezing harder than necessary. When she looked at the strings coming off her she realized that only the ones to herself and Gina were the purple indicating family. She didn't know why, but she did know the pain of feeling like you're alone in the world.
"I'll keep in touch. I promise." Cass frowned.
"Here. Always." She could feel her cousin's reluctance to leave, and almost felt a pull herself to stay near her. It wasn't a feeling she was willing to ignore. She turned back to the box and opened it, waiting for inspiration to strike. She saw a hint of a string going from Cass to the mouse miraculous. Perfect. She picked it up and held it out.
"You don't have to use it to transform, but if you need to talk to me, you can send a message through Mullo. That way, there's no way it will get lost or intercepted." Cass took the necklace almost reverently, before pulling her into a hug.
"I'll keep it safe. Promise."
"I know." Marinette pulled back reluctantly. "You should go. I don't want to get you in more trouble." She had to physically stop herself from going after her as Cass went out the window. She really wished she knew if it was just because she didn't want her to go, rather than a warning.
"I knew you two would get along." Gina sounded almost smug, and Marinette ignored it as she closed the box once again. Something was off and she couldn't pinpoint it. It was going to drive her insane.
"Where are the Blake brothers?" Gina blinked at her.
"As far as I know, they went home."
"But you don't know for certain."
"Well, no but-"
"What about Adrien, Luka, and Kagami?"
"They're at the dorm. I just talked to Adrien an hour ago." Chloe sounded worried and pulled out her phone, she assumed to make sure she was right. Then it hit her.
"Damian." the string between them was still pulsing in a way that made her uneasy, and Cass was presumably going back to where he was. This was bad. She couldn't say if she was more worried or annoyed at the fact that a connection between them was forming again, no matter what kind.
"Uh... Mari?" Chloe held up her phone so she could see it, and Marinette just started cursing. There was a video feed showing Damian hanging over the balcony on the top floor of the Grand Paris. All his family, besides Cass, that were in Paris, were tied up about ten feet away. Honestly, none of that was her current focus. She only had one question.
"What the actual fuck is the Joker doing in Paris?"
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huynun · 2 months
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Because my brain doesn’t have any sort of order to it, I’ve decided some things about how I wanna write Tom’s parents
So Rolland was kinda a shitty husband (racist, controlling) so when Gina finally divorced him (I think I’ll set this as after Tom moved out) then she went all out decided to move to Italy, become a free spirit, and not listen to any critique on the way she’s living her life bc then they’re ���trying to control her’ even if it’s reasonable concern
Her episode is about how everyone makes choices and they can be good or bad but you can’t deny or ignore consequences to what you do, even if you consider it the best option for you but there will likely be people who love you who are willing to try and bridge gaps you cause if you make an effort to make up for it
Rolland stayed in Paris as a (racist) grouch and in the episode he’s introduced, he’s not redeemed, the lesson of the episode is that you can’t change everyone’s minds and you need to consider whether or not you want to keep someone in your life even if they’re family
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