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The New Guardian

Story Summary: Marinette Dupain-Cheng is an adult in the real world, guarding the Miracle Box in Master Fu's place. She's in love with Chat Noir, but refuses to tell him her feelings. New holders appear to fight the duo and shake up their lives. Marinette makes a tough decision about her future as Ladybug.

Chapter 17: A Team Once Again

Tea and glass shards covered the floor. Adrien stared at Marinette as she paled, still not reacting. Her silence was scary. Marinette took a step away to the side, slipping in tea. Adrien darted forward to catch her, wrapping his arms around her waist. Marinette finally blinked, relieving the burning sensation. Adrien stood her up and embraced her in a bear hug.

"I'm so glad you're okay!" He exclaimed, squeezing her tight. Marinette's mouth fell open. "You had me worried." Her eyes watered and her fist balled. "I missed you so much." Adrien let her go with a smile, holding her shoulders.

Marinette's hand shook before jolting up and punching Adrien right in the cheek. He stumbled back, holding his face in pain.

"Ow, ow, ow . . . " Adrien moved his jaw. "Why did you . . . hit me?" He looked up to see tears streaming down Marinette's face. Her fists were tight and she shook with anger. "Woah, wait what's wrong?" Adrien sprung up.

"Why did you do that?" She gritted her teeth, tears falling to the floor. "How could you do that to me?"

"Do wha-"

"This!" Marinette shouted. Her voice broke. "You're Adrien Agreste . . . "

"Is that a problem?" He asked, stepping closer and dodging shards.

"Of course it is." She sobbed. "It can't be you. Anybody but you . . . " Marinette faced her bed and buried her head in the sheets.

Adrien stood next to her. "Well that hurts a bit." He sighed. "I know it's a lot and you just woke up. I probably made a few mistakes in there somewhere. I'm not really sure what I did. I guess I was a little too excited and ended up rushing things, but I'm okay with waiting. I'll wait forever for you." He leaned against the bed. "I'm sorry if I hurt you though. We haven't talked since high school graduation, or at least not without masks, but even then, we hardly know much about each other anymore. And I'm rambling . . . " Adrien looked over, but Marinette still hid her face. Her cries were quieter now. "Who knows what we could've been or what we can be? I think we could be amazing though. After all, we were good friends before."

"That's one of the problems." Marinette lifted her head, staring at the wall. "You always thought I was your friend, but . . . I loved you. I loved you so much, yet I never told you and I just died away with my high school self. I had to move on because you never cared enough to feel the same. It took years and all I realized in that time was that I could never stop. I could never forget my feelings, but I did find someone I loved even more than you and that was Chat Noir. You were always worried for me and always by my side even if I wasn't there for you. Even if I denied your feelings for so long and put you through so much pain, you stayed with me." Marinette sniffled. "I rejected you everyday and never cared to listen. It wasn't your fault, for I was selfish, but I still wanted to blame you. Now . . . I've accepted what I've done. I know I've done you wrong and I can't make up for it. I wish I could fix it, but I can't. And now . . . you had to be both. You had to be both of my loves and both of my heartbreaks. Double the pain and tears . . . "

Adrien blinked, trying to piece together what she had said. Most of it was new and didn't make sense, but he understood some bits and pieces. "I wish I could've heard that long before we met Willow." Marinette let out a giant sigh. "And I'm definitely not mad." He formed a smile. "Even if you ran, you gotta reach the finish at some point. You can finally slow down."

Adrien looked around the room, spotting a box of tissues on one desk. He snatched it before setting them on the bed and grabbing Marinette's arm. He pulled her up before handing her a tissue. She was a little calmer than before and might be able to think straighter.

"Is this okay?" He asked.

Marinette nodded. "I'm all disgusting now." She wiped her face. "My makeup's running." She looked at the cloth. "Leave it to April to dress me like a corpse." Marinette sniffled.

"You look beautiful." Adrien's thumb wiped the last tear from her cheek.

She frowned. "But what I've done . . . is terrible."

"It's not a crime to love someone, Marinette." Adrien stepped closer. "Unless we're both criminals." He grabbed her hand, delicately holding it.

"I'm selfish." Marinette started. "I don't deserve you being here right now. You could've moved on in Paris and found someone better, yet you traveled to Tibet to piece me back together. Why don't you leave? I rejected you before. Why didn't you stop?" She looked up.

"Was I supposed to?" Adrien chuckled, staring at her hand. "And why would I stop now, knowing that you feel the same?"

"Do I have to reject you again?" Marinette's eyes met his. "If I tell you that I don't care about you anymore, will you leave and forget about me? Find a better life?"

Adrien released her hand and moved his to the sides of her face. "Look into my eyes." He commanded. Blue flashed to meet green in an intense gaze. Adrien didn't move. Their minds spoke for them, without either one moving. Their breaths synchronized with each passing second. "Do you love me, Marinette?" He asked soothingly.

"Yes . . . " She muttered.

Adrien jolted forward, pressing his lips against Marinette's. Marinette blinked as her eyes widened. Her hands raised, unsure, before wrapping around Adrien. Adrien smiled in the kiss, turning his head. She felt so warm, yet fragile, and all he wanted was to protect her. He would even if it meant from herself. Their long-awaited kiss was even better than expected. The emotion within it was never ending.

Adrien pulled back, scanning her face. "There's no need for you to put yourself down, Marinette. If you really wish to blame yourself, then all is forgiven." He smiled. "I forgive you, so you should be free. Nothing should hold you back now."

"Thank you." Marinette smiled as she wrapped her arms around Adrien, easing into another hug. "I'm sorry for running." She mumbled against his chest. "I am really glad you're here though."

"I've ran away from many of my problems too, so you're not the only one." Adrien rubbed her back before looking to the wall clock. "Hey let's sit down. We're gonna be here for awhile." Marinette released him before jumped up to the bed. Adrien followed and scooted next to her. "Well since this has been a very interesting reunion and we've figured things out, I should probably tell you what I did after finding your letter."

Marinette looked up to him. "I'm sorry again."

"Stop apologizing." Adrien clutched her hand, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles. "If I'm telling my story, I should be the only guilty party here."

Marinette nodded. "I told you not to find me, so . . . why did you come looking?"

"You were my first love. How could I not?" He replied. "My feelings for you had never changed, but we weren't kids anymore, so I switched to a more mature approach. I kept our heroic duties more professional than they were before and decided that secrets were better than for me to annoyingly pine after you. It may have seemed as if I moved on, but I only kept my emotions hidden. Once Willow forced you to . . . admit some things, I planned to tell you how I felt, but that never happened because you left."

"I didn't want to believe you had moved on. I always had hope, yet I refused to tell you my own feelings because I didn't deserve you after all those years of rejection." Marinette looked at their hands. "Kind of like fantasizing over an impossibility."

"How impossible is it now?" Adrien kissed her knuckles. "I ran as fast as I could to find where in the world you could be. I wasn't searching for my partner and I wasn't being a good friend. I was rushing to tell you the truth. I couldn't wait any longer." He smiled. "As you know from high school, I dated Kagami for awhile, but we were in search of different futures. When we parted, my feelings for you only strengthened and I never dated again afterwards. I'd only be wasting time if I did."

Marinette took in the information. "But how did you find me? I doubt your feelings guided your way."

"Don't you remember our mini history lessons? Back when we were seventeen and easily distracted?" Adrien asked. "This was a few years after Master Fu relinquished his guardianship over the miraculous to you."

. . .

4 Years Ago:

"Chat Noir, are you even paying attention?" Ladybug slammed her book shut. She sat crisscrossed on a red carpet across from Chat Noir.

The boy stopped moving his hands and stared at her. "I am I swear. There's just this annoying fly."

"Oh believe me, I know the feeling." She rolled her eyes.

"You were saying something about a temple." Chat said.

"The guardians' temple, Master Fu's home and training grounds for hundreds of students." Ladybug retorted. "The most important location from our history and an even greater power compared to us. It's not a rotting memorial, but a sacred ground that we must not forget." She made eye contact with a judgey face. "But I guess you don't really care. Even if you're the one paying for this hotel room we're in right now, you'd still rather joke than take matters seriously."

"Hey, I'd pay for a thousand nights with you in a hotel." Chat smirked.

"Don't waste my time or I won't show up." Ladybug glared. "It's hard enough for us to find a meeting place like this right outside of Paris, but not too far away. We can't speak about this stuff out in the open, let alone carry documents or miraculous books, so this is our best option. Don't waste it."

"Oh come on, I'm sorry." Chat apologized, scratching his head. "I'm just having a hard time concentrating. I mean, why do we have to know all of this history about a fallen temple. It doesn't influence us now."

"Of course it does. We possess their lost power." Ladybug stared at her hand. "As long as we are Ladybug and Chat Noir, we are the leaders of a massive chain of power. Even if I'm the guardian, we are team leaders together when I disperse other miraculous. Our power of creation and destruction is a fatal equilibrium where one cannot live or emit power without the other." She clenched her fist. "And even so, with Master Fu gone . . . I am the only one who knows his story. I must explain to you what he had passed on to me. His influence won't die with me. I don't plan on leaving anytime soon, but . . . if something were to happen . . . I leave it all to you." She looked up and smiled.

"Don't say it like that." Chat scooted forward. "We'll be together forever. No one will take down Paris' unstoppable duo and no way will we give up like that. I'll learn eventually. I promise." He grinned.

. . .

"So you actually paid attention?" Marinette chuckled.

"I may have had a small crush on my teacher, but her lessons were quite educational." Adrien looked up. "I remember her mentioning something about Tibet and even though it was a long shot, I decided to find the place."

"And then you found me on trial for a bunch of stupid "crimes" agreed on by every hateful elder." She nodded.

"Actually no." He denied. "I found your dorm room first and I had a perfect plan set up to win you over, but then your doppelganger popped in to ruin it all. She even tried to kiss me, so I had to get rid of her first."

"Wait, what?" Marinette turned sideways. "A doppelganger? Did you have a really vivid dream or something? What are you talking about?"

"No, there was actually a girl here and she was pretending to be you. I, being the genius I am, saw right through her and denied her advances." Adrien announced.

"But you've fallen for so many fake Ladybugs in the past?" Marinette laughed. "I don't even know who could impersonate me like that."

"Some girl named Priya." Adrien shrugged.

"Priya?" Marinette growled, pounding her fist. "Oh I have some words for that little-"

"Okay, calm down." Adrien consoled. "She was dealt with already."

"How? I hope it was painful."

He nodded. "Well you have a really, really scary roommate."

"I know, but what did April do?"

"I'm not entirely sure. She was more infuriated that so many people were in her room, but before I even blinked, the other girl was gone and my head was under April's boot." Adrien's eyes widened. "She threatened to kill me if I didn't talk fast enough and practically spoke flames. April is terrifying, so I obviously told her everything. She clued me in on some details she learned from Priya and that was that. Afterwards, we went to find you. We gathered a few allies who we knew would stand with us on your side and formed a plan."

"Then you found and fought for me." Marinette smiled. "And I'm a hot mess." She sighed.

"You're not wrong."

"Hey!" Marinette punched his arm.

"I'm just agreeing with you." He defended.

"After all I've been through, this day needs to be over." Marinette brushed her hair back, touching over her earrings. Both were still there. Marinette's eyes widened. "The Miracle Box . . . " Marinette jumped off the bed and ran to her closet, slamming open the doors. She saw her usual pile of clothes and tore it apart, revealing the old phonograph. Marinette sighed in relief. "It's still here." She smiled. "Everything's where it should be."

Adrien hopped of the bed and moved behind her. "I haven't seen that in awhile." He chuckled.

Marinette grinned and spun around on her toes, grabbing Adrien's face before smashing her lips to his. She wrapped her arms around him, turning her head. Adrien squeezed her back.

Marinette released him. "I've been waiting years for that kiss."

"What about earlier?" Adrien smiled. "I'm pretty sure that was real."

"I was bawling my eyes out before." Marinette replied.

"Oh aren't you two cute." April said, startling them. The couple faced her, both wide-eyed. April sipped her smoothie, eyes scanning the room. "Clearly something went down by the looks of all the glass shards on the floor."

"That was me." Marinette admitted.

"I leave you two to work things out and you trash the room. Fantastic." April raised her eyebrows.

"I'll clean it up." Adrien held his hands up. "Calm down."

April's eye twitched. "Calm down?"

"I didn't mean it like that." Adrien said.

April strutted forward, her heeled boots pounding. "This is my room. Don't-"

"Okay, okay!" Marinette stepped between them, a hand in front of each of their faces. "We don't need to fight. I'll clean everything up and now that things are settled . . . we won't be here long."

April glared. "Great, you two have worked things out. Now can you leave?" Her demonic stare switched to Adrien.

"I live here too." Marinette said.

"I meant him." She looked disgusted as her eyes scanned him. "The cat."

"Where am I supposed to go?" Adrien asked, crossing his arms. "I don't actually attend this academy."

"Did you think you were staying in here? Sleep in the hall like before." April suggested.

"April." Marinette said.

"Oh don't worry." She rolled her eyes. "The last thing I want is a sad kitten on my doorstep, begging to be let in." April slurped her smoothie. "I arranged for you to stay in my friend Xavier's room. He doesn't have a roommate, so there's space for you to irritate him and not us."

"There's that charm." Marinette laughed.

April dug in her pocket before tossing a key. "There. You're all set to go." She opened the door wide.

Adrien looked at Marinette. "I guess I'll see you tomorrow."

"You better." She smiled.

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Marvel Fans React to The Falcon and the Winter Soldier Finale

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This article contains spoilers for The Falcon and the Winter Soldier finale.

We made it. The Falcon and the Winter Soldier finally finished its run on Disney+ this week, and no one must have been happier about it than the cast and crew of the ambitious Marvel series, who had to fight tooth and nail to get it wrapped up during a global pandemic.

There weren’t too many surprises in the finale, but the show delivered pretty much everything it promised. Sam Wilson (Anthony Mackie) took up the Captain America mantle and tried to resolve the Flag-Smashers situation once and for all, but ended up giving a passionate speech about the nature of terrorism and the grey areas that many politicians would rather pretend didn’t exist instead.

Bucky Barnes (Sebastian Stan) continued to make amends for his actions as the deadly Winter Soldier and found some peace in his resolve, while Sharon Carter (Emily VanCamp) was revealed as the decidedly deceptive Power Broker, surprising precisely no one. Not even a belated pardon from the US government was about to get her back on side, it turned out.

Baron Zemo of course had one final chess move to play from the relative comfort of his cell on The Raft, neutralising the rest of the Flag-Smasher super soldiers in a bomb blast carried out by his devoted butler. The gang’s leader Karli also lost her life to the cause, which she’d seemed dead set on throughout the episode, even when Sam was refusing to play the game.

In an incredibly emotional scene, Sam made sure that Isaiah Bradley’s sacrifices would be public knowledge and never again forgotten. Will we see Isaiah’s nephew Eli become Young Avengers member Patriot in the MCU at a later date? Possibly!

The matter of John Walker’s future was left deliberately muddy, but the ex-marine made some progress in fighting the emotional effects of the super soldier serum, eventually becoming his current Marvel Comics counterpart, US Agent, in a rushed scene towards the end of the episode. Julia Louis-Dreysfus’ Valentina Allegra de la Fontaine was there to make sure Walker’s new suit fit just right, but we didn’t get any further information about what the Contessa is planning, only a promise that things are about to get “weird”.

Much like WandaVision, there were no big Marvel Cinematic Universe cameos during the finale – Chris Evans making an appearance as Old Cap just wasn’t in the cards – and a post-credits scene simply cemented Sharon Carter’s future as the elusive Power Broker. The US government has accidentally acquired a very connected mole out to steal new weapons and tech in Agent Carter, and this story will surely play a part in Marvel’s upcoming Armor Wars and Ironheart series. Peggy must be rolling in her grave.

In the end, The Falcon and the Winter Soldier became Captain America and the Winter Soldier. But whether we’ll get a chance to see the duo have any further adventures together on Disney+ is anyone’s guess at the time of writing.

Here’s how Marvel fans reacted to the finale:

#FalconAndWinterSoldierFinale spoilers – – – – – THEY RECREATED THE SUIT FROM THE COMICS EVERYONE CHEERED pic.twitter.com/Rj1W53lOVg

— ray (@finelinesloki) April 23, 2021

#FalconAndWinterSoldierFinale : SPOILERS – – “that’s black falcon right there “ “no that’s captain america”’ pic.twitter.com/gnMZJGPmYi

— jaa • tfatws era (@rambeaurogers) April 23, 2021

// #FalconAndWinterSoldierFinale SPOILERS !!!!!! – – – – – – – – Captain America: Captain America The Winter Soldier And The Winter (2014) Soldier (2021) pic.twitter.com/F4IRkopdjR

— ًjulie/sam! (@fetussatann) April 23, 2021

#FalconAndWinterSoldierFinale spoilers • • • • • • yes I will be watching and admiring this gif all day pic.twitter.com/thMpQVj73o

— malachi (@MCUMarvels) April 23, 2021

// #FalconAndWinterSoldierFinale SPOILERS !!!!!! – – – – – – – – SAM WILSON CAPTAIN AMERICA NO SUPER SERUM JUST PURE BLOOD AND SWEAT pic.twitter.com/gIKABJQBSf

— ًjulie/sam! (@fetussatann) April 23, 2021

#FalconAndWinterSoldierFinale #TheFalconAndTheWinterSoldier spoilers – – – – “im not gonna fight you” is an iconic captain america quote pic.twitter.com/oNBl8EeZR8

— b | tfatws spoilers (@spideywiinter) April 23, 2021

Sam’s monologue here is one of the most important scenes that’s ever been done in the MCU. Listen. To. Every. Single. Word. #FalconAndWinterSoldierFinale #TheFalconAndTheWinterSoldier pic.twitter.com/f7hcgrRlN3

— Spider-Man: No Way Home Updates (@spideyupdated) April 23, 2021

#FalconAndWinterSoldierFinale SPOILERS . . . . Bucky being proud of captain America then and now 🥺 pic.twitter.com/9nWyjtbiiL

— Bel (@Belstarkb) April 23, 2021

#FalconAndWinterSoldierFinale spoilers – – – – – THIS SCENE BROKE MY HEART BUT ALSO BUCKY HEALING AND LEARNING THAT WHAT HE DID AS THE WINTER SOLDIER WASN'T HIS FAULT MEANS SO MUCH TO ME pic.twitter.com/LTvjlx29qj

— violet (@swiftiebucky) April 23, 2021

#TFATWS SPOILERS #FalconAndWinterSoldierFinale IM ACTUALLY SOBBING HE HAS A FAMILY NOW. HE HAS A FAMILY NOW pic.twitter.com/nd7KSEmI33

— dei ☆ TFATWS spoilers (@buckycap) April 23, 2021

#TFATWS SPOILERS #FalconAndWinterSoldierFinale deadliest assassin in history—turned—cool uncle pic.twitter.com/Q0NEMocjLb

— dei ☆ TFATWS spoilers (@buckycap) April 23, 2021

#FalconAndWinterSoldierFinale spoilers – – – – – this scene. chills. pic.twitter.com/2fK5TPLxmw

— violet (@swiftiebucky) April 23, 2021

#FalconAndWinterSoldierFinale spoiler – – – – – sharon carter revealed as the power broker and john walker as U.S. Agent pic.twitter.com/YvRwy01rwU

— 🦋 • tfatws era (@giselleeibarra) April 23, 2021

#FalconAndWinterSoldierFinale #TFATWS SPOILERS – – – – – – – – – me for the last few weeks: “sharon is the powerbroker” *sharon is revealed as powerbroker* me: pic.twitter.com/uSSxszk5u7

— B (@beakelly_) April 23, 2021

#FalconAndWinterSoldierFinale . . . . . . Honestly Sharon being revealed as the Power Broker was the same feeling of Agatha being the bad guy in Wandavision pic.twitter.com/JwAOroVpKm

— ꍟ.ꂦ.➳ (@emmanuelpt_3) April 23, 2021

cw // tfatws spoilers #FalconAndWinterSoldierFinale – – we didn’t get enough torres such a hate crime pic.twitter.com/YjTfcimiX2

— michelle (@starkdiIf) April 23, 2021

#FalconAndWinterSoldierFinale #FalconAndWinterSoldier spoilers – – – – Zemo got to kill Nagel, smash the serum AND then also blew up the rest of the flag smashers my man keeps achieving his goals ✨ pic.twitter.com/zGXoqm7P8p

— lisa ✨ | zemo simp (@palioom) April 23, 2021

The Falcon and The Winter Soldier finale spoilers • • • Flag smashers: “One world. One pe- “ Zemo: #FalconAndWinterSoldierFinale #TheFalconAndTheWinterSoldier #TFATWS pic.twitter.com/9PTUCqWsBq

— peep (@TheGeekyPeep) April 23, 2021

TFAWS Spoilers!! . . . . . . . . Is anyone more ride or die than #Zemo ‘s Butler? this man took out more flagsmashers than everyone else combined#FalconAndWinterSoldierFinale pic.twitter.com/PgzISvmlyr

— 2 Dudes Screaming ab TFATWS (@screamfix) April 23, 2021

#FalconAndWinterSoldierFinale Me thinking Him trying on John Walker wont. The US Agent Become the Suit: US Agent Because he saved those People in the Van: pic.twitter.com/BsUdVAfvbM

— Sanesha Misquita 🌈 (@hey_its_sanesha) April 23, 2021

#FalconAndWinterSoldierFinale spoiler . . . . . . . . Ngl, HATED him as “Captain America” but kinda excited to see Wyatt’s US Agent. pic.twitter.com/mRpVpnVcvR

— TFATWS now on Disney+ (@bearded_cap) April 23, 2021

#FalconAndWinterSoldierFinale spoilers – – – – – – – walker when he put on the US agent suit pic.twitter.com/i7EjntHDLk

— andy !! fatws spoilers (@4NTF4RM) April 23, 2021

leo is me and i am leo, pointing at the tv and shouting #FalconAndWinterSoldierFinale #FalconAndWinterSoldier pic.twitter.com/eRv7WYCtEt

— Jessie Donnelly (@JessieDonnelly) April 23, 2021

// #FalconAndWinterSoldierFinale spoilers – – – how it started how it's going pic.twitter.com/wVFmQ5Vigb

— kat (@thorIovebot) April 23, 2021

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Tour: Serial Investigations

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Serial Investigations by Rhiannon D’Averc

Serial Investigations follows a private detective duo, Will and Ram, through tricky cases, mortal danger, and the horror of (maybe) unrequited love for your best friend – with plenty of demons to battle along the way.

The stories need to be read in order.

Overall Heat Rating for the series: 2 flames

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Warning: All books contain depictions of alcoholism, anorexia, and violent crime/murder.

BOOK 1

Book Title: Bloodless

Length: 70 000 words/ 240 pages

Release Date: April 29, 2019

Genre/s: M/M Crime/thriller

Trope/s: Slow burn friends to lovers

Themes: Identity struggle, murder, unrequited love

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How do you solve a murder…

… When you’re the prime suspect?

Blurb A body cut up into pieces and left in Highgate Wood. It sounds like the most exciting case that private detectives Ram and Will have had to deal with since leaving their FBI training and returning to London. As each new body is piled up amongst the trees, the stakes get higher – and Serial Investigations London embraces their first real challenge. But Ram’s lifestyle – staying out all days of the week, drinking too much, and having sex with a different man every night – soon catches up with him when the police realise there’s just one link that connects the bodies. And it’s him. Will faces a battle around the clock to prevent his best friend from being put away for life – and while the two of them face their own demons, there’s a secret hanging over their heads that might just bring it all crashing down. If you’re a fan of BBC’s Luther, Jo Nesbo’s Harry Hole, or sharply witty gay men, you’ll love Serial Investigations. Jump into the action from the very beginning with Bloodless, the first book in a series you won’t dare to put down.

BOOK 2

Book Title: Blood Evidence

Length: 63 000 words/ 200 pages

Release Date: August 15, 2019

Genre/s: M/M Crime/thriller

Trope/s: Slow burn friends to lovers

Themes: Coming out, murder, unrequited love

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A missing person’s case…

… A murder investigation?

Blurb Private detectives Ram and Will got their name in the news by catching a high-profile serial killer, and now they’re getting more clients. When they’re hired to find a missing person, all they’re worried about is having to spend a night away from home. They go to check his last known sighting in Kent, staying in a quaint country inn. Little do they expect that Serial Investigations London are about to get thrust into a new murder investigation – one that happens right under their noses. A confession seems to solve the case, but is it genuine? With suspicions running high, the duo still have to find time to sniff out the whereabouts of their client – and avoid getting arrested themselves. With Ram hitting the bottle harder than ever and Will fighting to stay in control, they might be about to lose more than just the case.

BOOK 3

Book Title: Blood Alcohol

Length: 60 000 words/ 173 pages

Release Date: November 30, 2019

Genre/s: M/M Crime/thriller

Trope/s: Slow burn friends to lovers

Themes: Coming out, murder, inner demons

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A horrific torture case with a ticking clock.

All he can see is the bottle.

Blurb Private detectives Ram and Will thought they’d wrapped everything up when they found Ray Riley’s body in Sevenoaks. But it turns out that things aren’t what they seemed – and Riley may be the latest victim of a torture-happy murderous duo. For the second time, Serial Investigations London are called in to assist as civilian consultants with DI Alex Heath’s team at the Met – but they have their own personal problems getting in the way of clear thinking. Will has something to get off his chest, and it’s related to that kiss they shared – the one they both tried to forget. But Ram can’t stop drinking to push away the confusion, and this time he’s going to land himself in more trouble than ever before. Can they get over their issues for long enough to stop another murder – or even keep themselves alive?

BOOK 4

Book Title: Blood Sucker

Length: 65 000 words/ 191 pages

Release Date: March 28, 2020

Genre/s: M/M Crime/thriller

Trope/s: Slow burn friends to lovers/misunderstandings

Themes: Conflict, murder, trust and loyalty

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A dead body posted on social media.

A vampire stalking the streets of London?

Blurb Will and Ram’s private detective partnership seems to be unravelling. After they ended up sleeping together, the tension between them is at an all-time high – and the unsolved Simon Shystone case is haunting them and their police contacts. DI Alex Heath normally wants their help, but when a murderer posts images of his victim on social media, the chase is on to trace his digital footprint. With his superiors breathing down his neck, he might not be able to bring Serial Investigations London in on one of the biggest cases of their career. They should be focusing on the artist who seems to have disappeared without a trace from his home studio. Could his latest commission have something to do with it? And will they be able to handle finding another client turned up dead? Things are spiralling out of control for Will and Ram – and this time, they might not have each other to rely on.

BOOK 5

Book Title: Blood Sport

Length: 164 pages

Release Date: June 30, 2020

Genre/s: M/M Crime/thriller

Trope/s: Slow burn friends to lovers/misunderstandings resolved

Themes: Murder, kidnap, vanquishing the big bad

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A copycat killer who knows every detail. A locked room with no escape.

Blurb Serial Investigations London is officially closed for business – with private detectives Will and Ram still not talking to one another after an explosive argument. Even when a copycat killer springs up, seemingly targeting only their own cases, they can’t see eye to eye. Little wonder, given that they both have something more important on their minds. Someone knows about San Francisco – about the man who died on a rooftop at their feet. Who has discovered their deepest secret? And what will they do to keep it buried? That’s when another mystery piles up on top of the rest: a traditional trope that every seasoned detective must face, the locked room. But this one has a deadly twist, and if they don’t come to terms with their differences and work together, one of them might not live to regret it. Will and Ram face the most pressing and personal danger yet – but the question is, who’s behind it? And will they realise they’ve been set against one another before it’s too late? If you’re a fan of BBC’s Luther, Jo Nesbo’s Harry Hole, or sharply witty gay men, you’ll love Serial Investigations. The story continues with Blood Sport, a nail-biting series of twists and turns that will have you questioning how they’ll ever survive. Click 'Buy Now' to enter the minds of troubled yet brilliant detectives as they struggle inside an interconnected web of lies – and the spider is getting hungry… Praise for Serial Investigations: “The front cover didn't lie; Bloodless is exciting and thrilling.” “Sets up a really great atmosphere right from the start and constantly leaves you wanting to find out what happens next.” “A punchy storyline makes it difficult to put down and leaves you wanting more.” “Just the right amount of action, plenty of intriguing deception and detective work.” “Love the plot twists! Can’t wait for the next book to see what happens next to Will and Ram.”

Excerpt Bloodless – Chapter One Unlocking the door to your new home for the first time is supposed to be exciting. I guess it was the jet-lag, but I couldn’t even force myself to smile as we walked in. Not even for Ram’s sake. We crashed in hungover and out of it, the sparkling wine and whisky of the plane no longer seeming like such a good idea. I chose a bedroom and dragged my suitcases inside. It felt good to no longer have all of my worldly possessions attached to my person. Without the weight of my backpack on my shoulders, I could feel just how much strain the muscles had been under. I found Ram still standing at the wide windows of the living room. He was looking out of the clean, fresh glass into the grey and drizzling London of December. It felt like a jolt to look out and see not palm trees, but old Victorian factories and blocks of flats as far as the eye could see. But then again, no one has ever mistaken Whitechapel for California. It was always going to be a bit of a culture shock, coming back home again. I shook him by the shoulder, trying to ignore the pit in my own stomach. Maybe if I could get him to snap out of this weary daze we had both fallen into, he would be able to wake me up in return. “Ram?” I asked, after a moment. He simply swayed under the movement of my hand, like a doll. I wasn’t even sure he was actually looking out at anything. He turned and looked at me when he heard his name. It was like he was looking at someone he didn’t recognise from a long distance away. If I had felt uneasy before, that expression made my scalp itch with worry. Of the two of us, Ram is the calm and centred one. Even when he’s so drunk he can barely walk, he doesn’t lose it. Not like me. But I’ve never seen him like this before. “I’m going to take a shower,” he said, after a moment, seeming to rouse. He shrugged off my hand and walked away, leaving me stood watching the place where he had been stood watching. I felt like a sentinel. Something had left us behind and we were plunging into a bowl of cold water, too confused to even try to hold onto the side. I wondered if it would even wash away what we had on our hands. I was alone, without the option of distracting myself by looking at him. The only thing I could do was to keep moving. I heard the sound of the shower turn on, and I guided my weary feet into my new room. It felt like midnight, but the sun wasn’t even at its midday apex. I went from task to task, like an automaton, letting the cogs turn by themselves to keep my mind empty. Suitcase unzipped; clothes pulled out; find hangers; one by one, up on the rail. Knick-knacks. Decorations. Picture frame. The flat came furnished, but now I realised that on our hasty flight out of San Francisco we forgot to take a few things into account. The beds had mattresses, but no pillows or sheets. The drawers in the kitchen held no cutlery, crockery, or mugs for tea. Even if they did, there was no kettle, no bags of tea, no instant coffee machine. I ran out of things to do but I had to find something. I stalked from room to room, tablet in hand, stabbing the pages of an online shopping site. Kettle — black, chrome, retro. Tea bags — Earl Grey, Caramel Rooibos, Herbal Blend. Bed set — plain blue, reverse check, king size. Next. Ram’s room. Suitcases still locked, black leather bag slung onto bare mattress, leather jacket discarded next to it. He wouldn’t mind. It’s not like we have any secrets from each other. Or many, at least. Open the suitcase (correctly guess the code on the lock). Take out clothes, one by one, to string them up on hangers and leave them waiting for him. Personal items. Books stacked by the bed. Jewellery case. Boots on the floor by the door. Leather jacket hung up last, finally, the only thing left untouched. I wondered how long it must have been now. A long time, surely, but all I could hear still was the water hitting the shower tray. Over and over, the same hiss in the same tone. A long time for Ram to be in there, on his own, with those thoughts swirling around in his head. With razors and scissors and other sharp things. “Ram?” I shouted, pounding on the locked bathroom door. Nothing but the sibilant hiss of the water. I threw my shoulder into the door, felt it bounce back against me, sending a shockwave through from the impact. Again. The door rattled, the lock unable to give. Again. Again. As many times as it took, again, ignoring the flower of pain blooming out across my shoulder and back. Once more, and I was stumbling forward into the room, momentarily disorientated as the momentum carried me onwards. The glass of the shower door was all steam, except for a patch near the bottom where the spray of the water was heavy enough to keep it clear. I saw his legs, sprawled across the floor, and I could barely breathe for the fear that I had realised too late. I wrenched open the door and saw him, and for a moment I understood nothing. He was whole — yes. No blood. But he was lying naked under the water, letting it hit his face and open eyes without blinking, not even reacting to my appearance. “Ram?” I said again, but his eyes didn’t even flicker in response. I reached in and grabbed his shoulder, ignoring the water. It quickly drenched my shirt through to the skin, spreading up over my chest and into my eyes as I shook him. Slowly, like he was caught in a time lapse, his face swivelled around. His eyes looked at me, but they were empty. I don’t think he even saw me. “Everything’s going to be alright,” I said, reaching up and turning the shower off. I didn’t know if it was the truth, but he was alive. For the time being, that was enough. He stirred a little when the water stopped hitting him, but only for a moment. His shoulders slumped back down and he rested, resigned, still looking fixedly at nothing. I grabbed a towel from my bathroom, thankfully one of the few things I did remember to bring with me. I ran back to find him still sitting in the same place. It was like there was no one left inside to notice that he must be cold and uncomfortable. I pulled him out of the shower and into my waiting arms. He came willingly, falling against me like a doll. I towelled him dry as best I could and held him tight, like we were kids again, trying to take some small comfort from one another. His head slotted under my chin, and it felt right but so wrong, because Ram is supposed to be the strong one. “Everything’s going to be fine, Ram, I promise,” I said, closing my eyes and praying that I was telling the truth.

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Rhiannon D'Averc is a crime writer based in the UK. She works as a ghostwriter and author under her own name as well as under pseudonyms. As a professional writer for over a decade, she also keeps herself busy as Chief Editor of London Runway, an indie fashion magazine. Her short stories have been published in Litro, Devolution-Z, Storgy, Literati, and more.

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Three Strikes, You’re Dead (Eddie Shoes Mystery) by Elena Hartwell

About the Book

Three Strikes, You’re Dead (Eddie Shoes Mystery) Cozy Mystery 3rd in Series Camel Press (April 1, 2018) Paperback: 288 pages ISBN-13: 978-1603817271 Digital 13: 9781603817288

Private investigator Eddie Shoes heads to a resort outside Leavenworth, Washington, for a mother-daughter getaway weekend. Eddie’s mother Chava wants to celebrate her new job at a casino by footing the bill for the two of them, and who is Eddie to say no?

On the first morning, Eddie goes on an easy solo hike, and a few hours later, stumbles upon a makeshift campsite and a gravely injured man. A forest fire breaks out and she struggles to save him before the flames overcome them both. Before succumbing to his injuries, the man hands her a valuable rosary. He tells her his daughter is missing and begs for her help. Is Eddie now working for a dead man?

Barely escaping the fire, Eddie wakes in the hospital to find both her parents have arrived on the scene. Will Eddie’s card-counting mother and mob-connected father help or hinder the investigation? The police search in vain for a body. How will Eddie find the missing girl with only Eddie’s memory of the man’s face and a photo of his daughter to go on?

About the Author

Interview with the Author

What initially got you interested in writing?

That’s a great question. I started so young, I can’t remember a time I wasn’t interested in writing. I think it probably had to do with my early exposure to great authors. My parents read to my sister and me a lot (we’re only a year apart). I learned early on, that I could invent stories in my head, just like the ones in books. Anytime I had nothing important to pay attention to, and sometimes when I should have been, I’d find myself inventing stories. I thought for a long time everyone thought that way. It didn’t take long before I was writing them down. I even illustrated a number of them and did some book binding.

What genres do you write in?

As a novelist, Mystery. As a playwright, which I’ve done for 20+ years, “genre” is less specific. I tended to write plays that reflected contemporary society. Realism, which used both humor and drama. Usually small casts, and often about a family situation against the backdrop of a larger societal issue. I’ve written plays about PTSD, colony collapse disorder, the dangers of the fishing industry, even the Tsunami in Japan.

What drew you to writing these specific genres?

Mystery is the genre I read the most, so that was a natural fit as a novelist. In terms of my theatrical work, I’ve always been interested in big questions, but I find them easier to look at through the lens of a specific situation. So it’s one thing to talk about PTSD in general terms, but it’s a lot more impactful to show one veteran dealing with their struggles, and their family, and their specific injuries and recovery. The details of one person actually makes things more universal, not less, because we can relate to the idea of a person more than the idea of a group. Our compassion and empathy is more likely to get triggered by one person, not a concept.

How did you break into the field?

The short answer is: I sold my first Eddie Shoes Mystery to Camel Press on a three-book deal. The long answer is: I wrote for more than twenty years in the theater, worked on my craft, wrote a novel, wrote a second novel, wrote a third novel, got an agent, lost an agent, sent the third novel to Camel, they didn’t buy it, but liked my voice. So I sent them One Dead, Two to Go.

What do you want readers to take away from reading your works?

I’d like readers to take away the fun of the humorous mystery, the seriousness of homicide, the complexity of human relationships, and the joy of dog ownership.

What do you find most rewarding about writing?

Working from home! I also love interacting with readers. Finding out what they connect with. I love when someone says they can’t wait for the next book.

What do you find most challenging about writing?

Working from home! (Just kidding). The promotional/marking side is hard. I’m not very good with social media or marketing, so that side is hard for me. I love the act of writing and rewriting. In terms of solely writing, not the business of it, I’m not good at seeing big flaws in my early drafts, I need beta readers for that. Once I start rewriting I’m better at seeing the issues, but that first draft gets away from me.

What advice would you give to people wanting to enter the field?

Learn your craft. Lots of people have good ideas. Most people are capable of “writing” – putting sentences together into paragraphs. But there are few people who truly understand the craft. Story structure, the function of dialogue, how to find a voice. Focus on the craft and you will find success.

What type of books do you enjoy reading?

Mysteries, Thrillers, Historical, I read some non-fiction, though I tend toward narrative non-fiction unless it’s research for a project. I also like literary. I like smart characters struggling with real problems in areas of gray. I am least interested in cookie-cutter characters fighting cliché bad guys. No one is all good or all bad. And the dog can’t die.

Is there anything else besides writing you think people would find interesting about you?

I was an auto mechanic – I worked heavy line in a truck shop for Ford, general mechanic for Volvo, and for a couple independent shops.

What are the best ways to connect with you, or find out more about your work?

Definitely check out my new website, I love the design: www.elenahartwell.com and don’t miss my blog www.elenahartwell.com/blog

Follow me on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/ElenaHartwellAuthor/

Twitter: @Elena_Hartwell

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After twenty years in the theater, Elena Hartwell turned her dramatic skills to fiction. Her first novel, One Dead, Two to Go introduces Eddie Shoes, private eye. Called “the most fun detective since Richard Castle stumbled into the 12th precinct,” by author Peter Clines, I’DTale Magazine stated, “this quirky combination of a mother-daughter reunion turned crime-fighting duo will captivate readers.”

In addition to her work as a novelist, Elena teaches playwriting at Bellevue College and tours the country to lead writing workshops.

When she’s not writing or teaching, her favorite place to be is at the farm with her horses, Jasper and Radar, or at her home, on the middle fork of the Snoqualmie River in North Bend, Washington, with her husband, their dog, Polar, and their trio of cats, Jackson, Coal Train, and Luna, aka, “the other cat upstairs.” Elena holds a B.A. from the University of San Diego, a M.Ed. from the University of Washington, Tacoma, and a Ph.D. from the University of Georgia.

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Lena Dunham ready for 'American Horror' Story plus Blac Chyna free

Now that her show Girls has wrapped up, actress and outspoken starlet Lena Dunham is moving on to her next TV-related project. This week, it was announced that Lena has officially joined the cast of the one the most popular shows currently on TV. On Wednesday, Ryan Murphy, who is the mastermind behind the show American Crime Story, which airs on FX, tweeted out about Lena joining the cast of ACS. In the joyful tweet, Ryan posted, “Thrilled that my talented friend Lena Dunham is joining the AMERICAN HORROR STORY family. Always wanted to work together, and now we [are]!” Ryan Murphy, Twitter post: https://twitter.com/MrRPMurphy/status/887844862426468352 In addition to Lena, there are several other new stars that have been cast for the show’s upcoming season (which remains still, for the most part, under wraps). In fact, Ryan Murphy previously revealed that Scream Queens actress Billie Lourd would be joining the cast, as well as comedian Billie Eichner. Stay tuned for more details about the exciting new season of American Horror Story. In a brand new interview with People magazine, reality TV starlet Blac Chyna got candid about the relief she felt after ending her rocky relationship with Rob Kardashian. As you are probably well aware, Blac Chyna and Rob Kardashian’s romance was far from one out of a fairy tale. While the duo was quick to get engaged and have a baby together (a little girl named Dream), they were constantly fighting and breaking up. Over the last few weeks, the level of animosity between them bubbled to an all time high, as Rob took to his social media to completely slam his ex and post revealing photos of her for all of his followers to see. In her interview with People, Blac Chyna explained that there was “absolutely no” way that she and Rob would get back together. She stated, “I’m glad I’m relieved of [Rob], but damn, why did I have to get relief in this way? I feel like God does certain things – not to hurt you, but to show you your true strength. I fee like, if I can come out of this, I can come out of anything.” The cosmetic line creator went on to talk openly about her two young kids, King Cairo and Dream, who she shares with rapper Tyga and Rob, respectively. Chyna gushed, “I’m not going to take something that happened to me in the past into my future. First and foremost, I’m going to make myself happy because once I’m happy, then Dream can be happy and then King can be happy and then everybody else around me can be happy.” Later in the interview, Chyna slammed her ex (Rob) for posting revealing photos of her on social media in an attempt to shame her. The starlet ranted, “Words are words, but once you start posting actual pictures, then that’s just not right. It’s actually against the law. If I was to go and do a very artsy, high-end photo shoot exposing my breasts, that’s my choice. This is my body. It’s my right. Once somebody else does it, it’s just not right. I’m hoping that somehow, someday, this will let [more people] know, ‘Don’t do it.’” While Chyna has gone through a lot over the past few weeks, she is not going to let this whole scandal force her into hiding. The star told People, "When somebody that's actually been the closest to you says these things, other people are going to believe it. But the people that I actually care about, my family and friends, they're all I worry about. I'm not going to sit here and hide in my house over somebody else being hurt or jealous or insecure." Seacrest in! Ryan Seacrest will be back hosting "American Idol" when it returns for its first season on ABC. Kelly Ripa made the announcement on Thursday's "Live with Kelly and Ryan," which she has co-hosted with Seacrest since he joined her in May. "I am happy to confirm ... that Ryan Seacrest is returning as the host of 'American Idol,'" said Ripa as the studio audience whooped. Seacrest said he was excited to be doing it again. "I don't know if you've ever been in a 15-year relationship and then, for a reason that you really don't know, you break up," he said. "I thought, 'Gosh, it would be great to get back together at some point.'" Seacrest had a grand history with "Idol" during its smash-hit run on Fox from 2002 through 2016. Reclaiming that job now gives him an additional role in the Disney family, which owns ABC and produces the syndicated "Live." His potential return to "Idol" had sparked much speculation since ABC announced in May that it would revive the talent competition. The program airs from Los Angeles and "Live" airs weekday mornings from New York. But the 42-year-old Seacrest is no stranger to a packed work schedule and cross-country flights. "You can have all the tickets you want," he told Ripa, "and you can come back and forth with me any weekend." Seacrest will also continue his syndicated Los Angeles morning-drive-time radio show, as well as a nationally syndicated Top 40 radio show, from his iHeartMedia studio in the same Manhattan complex where "Live" is telecast. He also hosts and executive produces ABC's annual "Dick Clark's New Year's Rockin' Eve with Ryan Seacrest," and is a busy producer of series in which he doesn't appear, including "Keeping Up with the Kardashians" and its many spin-offs. ABC Entertainment President Channing Dungey called Seacrest's talent "limitless, and I can't think of a more appropriate person to honor the 'Idol' legacy as it takes on new life than the man who has been there through it all." On Fox, "Idol" dominated TV in the 2000s and minted stars like Carrie Underwood, Jennifer Hudson, and Kelly Clarkson, while making its judges, such as Randy Jackson and Simon Cowell, household names. It was the No. 1 series for nine years, peaking with 30 million viewers each episode in 2006. 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Common was on-site with his mother, Dr. Mahalia Hines, an educator and member of the Chicago Board of Education. She said she remembered spending her own money to buy essential materials for her classroom. Common encouraged the students to keep their grades up and to persevere - in school and in life. Burlington has been raising money from its 599 stores to help other schools, asking customers to donate $1 or more. La La Anthony and Carmelo Anthony are going through a turbulent time in their marriage, but she claims they remain close. The “Power” actress opened up about her strained marriage — the two separated in April after he allegedly cheated and impregnated a stripper — and said she’s focusing on herself rather than her marital problems. “I’m having a good time. I’m living my life,” she said on “The Breakfast Club” Wednesday. “Hell, I’ve been through a lot, so I’m just enjoying it; having fun and just really happy about where my life is right now.” But when asked whether she’d move to Houston should Melo get transferred to the Rockets, La La stood firm on her love of New York. “I’m not moving anywhere,” La La declared. “I don’t know about those trick questions, but I’m staying in New York. “We’re not at that place right now,” she added when further prodded about whether she’d move with him if he moved. Despite it all, La La is keeping her head held high by focusing on the other important things in her life. “It’s good to have something to focus on. Whenever things are going crazy in life I usually put my energy on [my son] Kiyan and my work, which is what I’ve been doing,” she explained. “Kiyan has been doing amazing. He’s killing the basketball scene in a way that just blows my mind and my work is going great, so that’s where I put my focus.” The rest of the goings on in her life will figure themselves out, she said. “My [relationship] status right now is putting myself first, which I always say … whatever’s meant to happen will happen.” Until then, she’s not worried. “He’s my best friend. When you’re with someone for 13 years since they were 19 years old, and you have a 10-year-old child, you’d hope that you guys would be cool,” La La told the radio show. “We are the best of friends.” Following his controversial guest appearance on HBO’s “Game of Thrones” Season 7 premiere, Ed Sheeran has been making waves on social media. After his ill-timed deletion of his Twitter account, followed by its almost immediate return, the singer is shedding some light on the issue. Sheeran took to his Instagram account on Wednesday to address some reports that he deleted his Twitter account in the wake of the negative backlash his appearance on “Thrones” received from fans. “Last I’ll say on this,” he wrote. “I came off Twitter Coz [sic] I was always intending to come off Twitter, had nothing to do with what people said about my game of thrones cameo, because I am in game of thrones, why the hell would I worry what people thought about that. It’s clearly f—-g’ awesome. Timing was just a coincidence, but believe what you want.” The idea that Sheeran’s Twitter deletion had nothing to do with his “Thrones” appearance might seem convenient, but the singer did previously rail against the social network while speaking to The Sun. He told the outlet that he only uses his Twitter now to post his Instagram photos and finds it nothing but a place for people to say “mean things.”

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The New Guardian

Chapter 12: The Council

2 Weeks Later:

Marinette laid in her bed, reading her kwami book. She bought it two weekends ago and had almost finished it. She could've been through it by now if her physical classes weren't so tiring. April hasn't worn her locket yet, so Marinette assumed she hadn't locked a compulsion inside of it yet, or maybe she wouldn't. Marinette didn't want to ask, so she wouldn't mention it.

There was an urgent knock at the door. Marinette and April looked at each other. They weren't expecting anyone and it was early on a Sunday.

April shrugged. "Maybe it's Rebekah."

Marinette hopped out of her covers and walked to the door. She flung it open to find a letter on the ground with no one around. Marinette picked it up and turned back to April. "A little ominous, don't you think?" Marinette ripped it open and pulled out the letter, rapidly scanning it. "It's a . . . summoning."

"Summoning?" April closed her book.

"Like a spontaneous, urgent meeting." Marinette corrected. "The council wants to see me and . . . " She flipped over the page. "It doesn't say why. There's only a time and location."

"Sounds like a trap." April chuckled. "They might be planning to kill you."

"Or maybe they think I'm overqualified to be in a class of preteens for history and want to change my schedule." Marinette suggested, moving to her closet. Jenn jumped at her feet, brushing against her leg. "I'm trying to stay positive here considering there is a fair chance the council hates my guts because of my guardian and my past. There's probably plenty of people that want me dead, but let's not think about that right now."

"Just avoid people like I do." April suggested. "The temple isn't bad if your avoid all humanity and drama." She pointed at her. "Send a bat signal."

"I'm supposed to prove myself to this terrifying council of elders. I cannot avoid them." Marinette sighed. "They could kill me. I need on their good side until later, so only positive thoughts."

"You mean panicked thoughts?"

. . .

Marinette walked down a creepy corridor that looked ancient. She held the letter from earlier in her hand as she searched for the right door. This sector of the temple was never repaired or updated at all. There was some loose rubble on the ground and the only light came from candles on the walls. Pieces of the structures were dilapidated and faded. This place was probably haunted and Marinette was probably about to die.

Marinette looked down at the paper again. Room 3 of Sector 1. Marinette could see a few doors up ahead as well as a stature. As she got closer she focused on it. She didn't recognize who the sculpture was, but it had a few chunks gone along with its nose missing. Marinette reached the first few doors.

"Four." Marinette read. She walked across to the other, smearing the dirt off as she tried to read the number. "Three." She said.

Marinette sighed and took in her surroundings. She still didn't know what the council wanted with her and she was insanely nervous, but running from this wasn't an option. Marinette steadily raised her fist to the wood before anxiously knocking. The door immediately opened before she could hit it a third time.

"Marinette, welcome." A man said, stepping aside. "Please come in."

Marinette lowered her hand and gave a shy smile before moving inside. There was a large oval table filled on one side with several elders wearing red and black laced robes. They all had stern faces and their hands laid folded in front of them. Marinette hooked her purse on the corner of a chair across from them and awkwardly sat down.

"Thank you for meeting with us, Ms. Dupain-Cheng." A woman said. "We realize our notification was a bit vague, but due to privacy reasons, we prefer to keep any information regarding the meetings in this room."

"I understand." She nodded. "So why was I summoned here?" Marinette asked, fidgeting her hands. "I hope all is well."

"We just wished to check up on you." Another said. She recognized him as the man Mint had called Master Mantis. "You are fairly new to all of this and you are uniquely special compared to our other pupils. Checking in is very important to us."

"Well the temple is amazing." Marinette spoke, her voice slightly shaking. "I enjoyed it a lot more than I thought I would and . . . my classes are very informative, although the teachings are a little biased."

One woman frowned, her nostrils flaring and eyes widening. "Biased? How so?"

"The lessons are taught by people who were at the temple when it disappeared a long time ago. Everything they mention is important and informative, but extremely one-sided." Marinette said. The crowd tensed. "Everything I had learned from my master was from his viewpoint, but I was glad to hear each side when I came here. It helped me understand the entire situation."

"Interesting." The woman replied.

"What about your guardianship training?" A man asked, clearing his throat, trying to ease the tension.

"Definitely . . . different." Marinette answered.

"I'm sure Fu taught you all the easy ways out." Another woman muttered, turning to the woman next to her.

"Actually his training was quite difficult." Marinette replied. "Master Fu said connecting with the kwamis and the Miracle Box itself was key to being a guardian. I spent months meditating and connecting my energy with theirs. Unlike the previous training here, I was allowed basic necessities like food and I was taught how to have a normal life. Even if the kwamis are a main priority, I'm supposed to keep them under the radar and the best way to do that is to keep a normal lifestyle."

"So you did cheat our traditions?" The first woman growled. The man to her right grabbed her arm and stopped her.

"I trained diligently." Marinette defended herself. "Master Fu was the best teacher I ever had and even though my classes here are great, I still believe that. My guardianship classes have strengthened my knowledge about the job and have made me a better holder. I will admit that, but Master Fu's training was still valuable. I-"

"I think that's enough for today." The second woman said, cutting her off.

"Thank you for with meeting us, Marinette." One of the men stood up and held out his hand. "We look forward to future discussions."

Marinette stood and shook his hand. "I do as well."

Marinette awkwardly turned and left the room as most of them glared. Luckily that situation was done and over with. That was too much anxiety and awkwardness for today. Every elder in that room practically despised her. No matter how hard they tried to hide it, their anger practically bled through their words.

Marinette felt for her phone, but noticed her purse missing. She must have left it in the conference room. Marinette turned around and walked back to the door, but stopped when she heard talking. The conversation sounded a lot more outspoken and louder than it was a minute ago.

"Can you believe all that nonsense praise she had about Wang Fu?" One woman asked, pouring a drink. "That brat has no right to sputter such things."

"Fu completely corrupted that girl's mind." A man scoffed, shaking his head.

"Marinette hasn't been here very long to acclimate to our ways, so it's no surprise." Mantis said. "It'll take time for her mind to understand our ways before she physically shows evidence of our teachings."

"Luckily we won't have to wait for that nightmare to happen." The other woman laughed, opening another bottle. "That girl was never one of us to begin with. She shouldn't have been given this opportunity to prove herself in the first place. It won't fix her."

"Oh please!" The first woman argued, laughing. "She wasn't even given a chance to begin with. She never was. That wasn't part of our plan and when we follow through with the rest of it, that'll show true."

"Marinette could've been great if Fu hadn't stepped in when he did." Master Mantis said, taking a drink.

"I don't know where this soft spot of yours came from, Mantis, but you need to cut it out." The first woman growled. "Once the trial is over . . . hopefully we'll never see that dreadful creature again."

"She must be charged for her heinous crimes, Mantis." A man said. "And I'd advise you not to communicate with her again till we're met in a court room." Mantis nodded.

"Why are we waiting to begin with?" The second woman crossed her arms. "She should be imprisoned immediately."

One man swirled his drink in his glass. "Maybe we should move the date up."

Marinette gasped, slowly stepping away from the door. She needed to get out of here. This entire temple and her training was all a big lie. She'd have to leave or else she'd be unfairly tried for crimes she couldn't stop. Marinette's heart sped up and she took off, sprinting down the long hallways through the temple. She needed to pack what she could and bolt.

What would Chat Noir think? No! She couldn't worry about him or at least she shouldn't. If she has to flea, the only place she can go at the moment is her old apartment, but that's in Paris. Marinette will see him again and the idea of it made her heart hurt. Every possible scenario of running into him flashed in her mind. What if it ended horribly? Oh who was she kidding, wasn't her luck bad enough already? She could handle nearly breaking her nose during class, but facing the man she's loved for years, well that's a death sentence.

Marinette reached the dorm areas of the building. She turned down her sector and continued sprinting. Her room was over two hundred doors away. Even if the council wasn't chasing her, she felt like her clock was ticking too fast. She needed in her dorm now, but it seemed to get further away.

. . .

Marinette burst through her door, panting as she scanned the room. Her breath hitched. Chat Noir sat relaxed along the windows, twirling his belt tail. His eyes were shut and relaxed, unlike herself. No April in sight.

"I was wondering when we'd see each other again, M'Lady." He smiled. "I surely hope that letter wasn't a goodbye." Chat's eyes opened as he turned to her, jumping at the sight. He gulped and his body froze. "M-Marinette . . . " He breathed, gaping.

"Chat Noir . . . " Marinette shut the door behind her without breaking eye contact. "You're here."

"I am." He replied, speechless.

Marinette's heart pounded. "Wh-"

"You're Ladybug." Chat said, taking a step forward. "I didn't know it was you when I got here." He explained. "Your room was under the name Ladybug, so I found it and I snuck in to see you, but I guess I know your identity now. Unless you're a miraculous holder at this temple too and I have the wrong room." He put his fist under his chin and looked up in thought. "We haven't really seen each other since graduation a few years ago, Marinette, so I suppose you could have been attending this school the whole time without my knowledge. Maybe I am in the wrong room."

"No, you . . . had it right." Marinette smiled and moved forward, beaming up at his emerald eyes. "I am Ladybug."

Chat's hand dropped to his side, his eyes widening. "You really are?"

"Of course. How could you be so blind?" Marinette grabbed his hand and held it. "I've been waiting here for you this whole time." She sprung forward and wrapped her arms around his waist, squeezing him tight.

"Really?" Chat hugged her back, happier than he's been in awhile. "I beat myself up over you leaving this whole time that I never thought you wanted me to come find you. I thought I was only intruding."

"Then why did you?" Marinette asked. "Why did you . . . find me?"

"You know me . . . always jumping into situations." He sighed. "I was thinking with my heart. I needed to speak to you even if it meant I'd lose you. Even if I had to chase you all the way to Tibet."

"Of course I know you." Marinette stared up at him. He was so handsome. His eyes sparkled when he looked at her. "I'm so happy you found me." Marinette slowly moved on her tippy toes, leaning her head closer to his, their lips inches apart. "I don't know what I would've done if you hadn't." She beamed, closing her eyes.

Chat Noir released a breath of laughter. Marinette blinked her eyes open as Chat pressed a finger to her lips. "I'm sorry, I'm saving that for the real Ladybug." He announced.

"That too bad. You were really good looking." Marinette's demeanor changed as she fell back on her heels and crossed her arms. She smiled. "How did you know I wasn't her? I thought I was convincing."

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The New Guardian

Chapter 9: History

Marinette's alarm went off, waking her. She rolled over and hit her clock, looking over at April. April laid in her bed with a book and reading light. She was wearing round purple glasses and more comfy clothes like yesterday. Marinette rubbed her eyes.

"You know, it's not polite to stare." April said, turning a page.

"Why are you awake?" Marinette blinked, breathing in. "It's five in the morning."

"I'm reading." She answered. "What's your excuse?"

Marinette threw her covers over and hopped off her bed. "I have a 6 a.m. class."

"Oh, say hi to the munchkins for me." April laughed.

Marinette rummaged through her dresser. "What does that mean?"

"Nothing." April turned a page.

Marinette rolled her eyes before grabbing her clothes and a small bag. She opened the door but stopped to see a blonde standing right there, smiling.

"Good morning, Marinette." The woman greeted, holding her hand out. "My name is Rebekah and I will be your tour guide for your first week."

"Uh . . . nice to meet you." Marinette shook her hand, awkwardly. "But my first class isn't until six."

"I know. I'm just waiting for you." Rebekah cheered. "I'll give you a tour at anytime and I'll be ready to take you to your class in . . . " She checked her watch. "Exactly fifty-eight minutes."

"Okay . . . sounds great, but I'm gonna get ready first." Marinette carried her stuff past her.

April rolled off her bed and moved to the door.

"Hi April!" Rebekah squealed

April gave a fake smile. "Hey Rebekah."

"I haven't seen you since last year. How are your classes?"

"Great." April slammed the door in her face.

. . .

"Alright, Marinette, first things first . . . I need all of your completed paperwork." Rebekah turned around in her tracks.

Marinette handed over the giant stack of papers before grabbing her bag. "Anything else?"

Rebekah flipped through them. "No . . . I think you're all set. I'll drop these off by Master Mantis later, but I'll show you to your first class now." She started walking.

Marinette followed. "Yeah what exactly is the first one and . . . basically all of my other classes?" Marinette asked. "My schedule was two pages, labeled day 1 and day 2, and they just included times and locations. There wasn't any other information."

"That's because we have one day of school/studying classes and one day of action/fighting classes. Neither are easy to begin with, but if we had both in the same day, students would only focus or excel in one." She admitted. "The study days are mostly history based while action days focus entirely on sparring and the miraculous." Rebekah explained, rounding a corner of the building. "You have four history classes today, all two hours each plus one one hour math class at the end of the day. Tomorrow you will have two two hour fighting and action sessions with your assigned group. I will look into your files tomorrow to give you more information on that." She turned left.

"Why would I need eight hours of history today?" Marinette asked, trying to keep up with her tour guide.

"Because you're here for a shorter time than the rest of us. You will only receive a crash course, yet a sample of each." Rebekah stopped by a door that a bunch of kids were going through. "And we're here."

"We are?" Marinette panted. They were walking really fast. Marinette watched the crowds of kids walk by. They couldn't be any older than thirteen. "These are my classmates?" She raised her eyebrows. "Why aren't they . . . more . . . my age?"

"Most people start training at the academy when they are eleven or twelve years old. You obviously have been here for like ten hours, so you don't even have the beginners level of information." She said. "Which is why you have four. You have one class for each age group."

"I didn't think I drew enough attention to myself already." Marinette said sarcastically. "This should be fun."

"I'll leave it to you then." Rebekah grinned before prancing away on her high horse.

Marinette inhaled. She walked inside and looked around the classroom. It might be best for her to sit in the back, away from everyone, and luckily there were still some empty seats. Marinette slid into a desk, waiting for class to start. There was probably one hundred twelve year olds in the room with her. Either they'll think she's the same age because of her height or Marinette's gonna get made fun of by a bunch of prepubescents. Luckily they hadn't noticed her yet.

"Alright class." The professor walked in and set his briefcase on the counter. The class immediately silenced. "Today's lesson is about the most important event to ever occur at this temple. A temporarily fatal day that permanently changed our lives and futures." The class stared at their teacher with curiosity. "Does anyone know what this time was?" No one answered. "It may be mid-semester, but I think now is the right time to introduce this unit." His eyes locked with Marinette before picking up a piece of chalk. He wrote on the board. "This event was known as The Great Massacre by Wang Fu or The Temple Buried in Time." He turned back to the class. "And since all of you are our newest pupils, none of you were born yet. It's recent yet decades old." He breathed in, pondering. "This Massacre lasted 166 long years . . . and was only cured six years ago."

The class began to murmur. One kid raised his hand "Why haven't we heard about it before?" He asked. "166 years is a long time, but it wasn't even mentioned back in my hometown."

"I'll answer that only because you all are beginners." The professor sighed. "No one, unless they have attended this academy, knows about the existence of us, so our history is hidden as well. News stations will report on heroes, but no information about their origins or identities will be released. If we allowed our secrets to be known, our safety as well as this temple would be in peril. There would be no order and all power could be stolen."

"Actually." Another girl started. "I heard about a story whenever I was seven. The news mentioned a mysterious temple reappearing."

"Yes, that is correct." The professor continued. "But once the story was released, we used some of our miraculous holders to convince every news station that discovered the incident, that nothing unusual or interesting was here. After all, they already had two heroes in their city to focus on. We made the reporters believe that there was no need to ever come back. After that, there weren't anymore stories reported and the general public completely forgot as if it never happened."

Marinette adjusted in her seat, recrossing her legs. Every ambitious child in the room whipped out their notebooks and aggressively took notes on the astonishing information. Marinette didn't really need to since Master Fu had already taught her about his past years ago and she was present for the temple's reappearance. This class seemed more like a refresher course than a complicated history class.

"So this is where the problem started." The professor began, turning back to the chalkboard. "A young guardian in training named Wang Fu made a horrible mistake that cost us dearly. He was assigned the regular training assignment that required guarding the Miracle Box for a measly 24 hours, but . . . the man's hunger got the better of him and he misused this task by stealing the peacock miraculous. Fu then used the miraculous to conjure up a creature that would bring him food, but because of his lack of training with that power the monster turned on his creator. That monster devoured every other miraculous and later the people here as well, including me." The class gasped. "The temple burned and all was lost, but Wang Fu never looked back. He grabbed the Miracle Box that he misused and ran, leaving his mess behind and that monster raging. It wasn't until 166 years later that two of his own uneducated students defeated the monstrosity." The professor turned around. "That man left everything to ruins and never bothered to finish his mess. It required two unqualified tweenagers to do it instead, bringing such shame to our group." The professor sighed. "And to top off his crimes, he lost two miraculouses after that fateful day, the peacock and butterfly. Both were found and used for evil purposes, which we will discuss in tomorrows lesson about Paris."

These kids shouldn't be brainwashed like this. Master Fu wasn't a criminal. Marinette raised her hand, even if it meant outing herself.

The professor glared at her. "Yes, Ms. Dupain-Cheng?"

Oh, he knew her name. "I'm sorry, but . . . some of your facts are wrong." Marinette said.

He squinted. "How so?"

"Well . . . one of the council members actually told Master Fu to run. He didn't leave without looking back. He tried to fix it, but before he could, everything was desiccated in destruction." Marinette continued. "And Master Fu did not leave the monster. He had believed it was destroyed in the fire, but it was later discovered in a rock formation by Mayura. Mayura was a villain, which I'm sure you already know, and she brought the creature back to life. Master Fu's pupils took down the monster that was believed to be indestructible and the temple was restored." Marinette paused, smiling. "You'd never know how happy Master Fu was when he found out that everything had returned. He wasn't some sort of villain who prayed for death and destruction."

"Hmm." The professor's eye twitched. "I suppose your view is slightly distorted since you were taught by him rather than at the temple. Maybe it's only opinion rather than factual."

"I guess the same goes for you." Marinette suggested. "The lesson would be a little biased if it's taught by a survivor of the incident."

"Seems fair." The professor nodded, turning back to the board. "Now, class, your assignment for the week is to think of your argument." He wrote as he spoke. "How guilty or innocent is the man? What are your thoughts and if Wang Fu was still alive . . . how should the matter be dealt with?" He turned back to the class and looked at Marinette. "I'll be interested to hear your thoughts."

The rest of class was boring and frustrating for Marinette. She had heard everything before and lived part of it, yet every detail was distorted. That professor taught from his point of view, which clearly despised Master Fu. And she can almost guarantee that all the other professors are sharing from their point of views as well. Now, every child that trains at the temple will grow up believing them. They have no reason not to.

. . .

Lunch:

The temple's café was set up like a buffet with several different lines leading to different types of cuisine. Ninety percent of the food was healthy and the only weird thing here was the entire corner for protein bars and drinks. There was a huge crowd around that section. It was probably included since there's so much training at the temple. Marinette did overhear something about a wellness class, so everyone else is apparently trained for that specifically. They're specifically in tune with their diets and understand exactly what they need for their own bodies to maintain their powers at a maximum.

Marinette entered a smoothie line. She figured it might be best to start out with something simple for her first day. She didn't want to spend too much time looking at all the options, seeming like a lost puppy. Marinette might be new, but she didn't want to look like a sad freshman. It was hard to see around the hoards of students anyway.

She stepped up in the smoothie line. There was a tablet to design your smoothie and order it off of. Marinette reached for the tablet after the next girl, typing in her name and picking out ingredients. She put the tablet down as the girl behind her squinted.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng?" She questioned. Something about her tone was off.

"That's me." Marinette turned to her.

The girl picked up the tablet to punch in her order. "I heard about you. You're that girl." Her tude was ripe. " The one who just walked right in, demanding special treating."

Marinette's eyebrows furrowed. "I didn't-"

"I heard enough." She interrupted. "I know what you are, I know all about your past, and I won't let you believe you're better. You don't deserve to be here in the first place."

"I know." Marinette nodded, taking a step down in the line.

The girl's eye twitched as she set the tablet down. "I'm Priya, last name not assigned yet, and I have been here for eight years. You have been here for eight seconds, yet you have an enormous amount of power over me. And did you train for it? No. Did you earn that right? No. And why are you here? To make up for the fact that you cheated the entire system that has been in place for centuries and don't want the guilt to eat away at your soul anymore. Please, don't plead innocence."

Marinette's mouth hung open. "I'm just trying these classes out. I can leave anytime with my miraculous, but I've chosen to stay here for now to understand the history better and to receive partial training. I'm sorry that I wasn't raised with the same lifestyle as you."

"And that's the problem." Priya moved down the line. "You can leave." She glared at Marinette. "I have worked day and night for eight years . . . and I don't have a miraculous. So I don't want to hear your self-centered sob story about how you've changed your path and you want to fit in with the world that never picked you just because you feel destined to be a part of all the magic. It's kind of sad really. If you really felt bad, you would've given up that power and left it behind because you shouldn't have it and there is no way you can start over from the beginning to earn it."

Marinette scooted down the line, standing in front of the barista. "I guess we're just going to live with it. I can't change my past, but I can alter my future here."

"Oh I'll live with it." Priya smiled. "We're in the same class tomorrow after all. There's no way you'll win against us. Once you step into that classroom, you're just prey to the wolves."

Marinette smiled. "We'll see."

"Marinette?" The barista asked.

Marinette took her large smoothie and sipped it. "Class should be fun and you can crush my experience all you want, but even if I get my butt beat . . . I can't feel anything worse than I already have this week."

Priya watched her strut away, Marinette slurping her smoothie with a grin.

. . .

Later that Night:

Marinette reached her dorm room and unlocked the door. She walked in and saw April sitting on her bed, reading. Marinette stopped and stared at the book, her eyes widened.

"My diary . . . " She mumbled. "You're reading my diary?!"

April sprung off the bed and held it behind her back. "To be fair, you are pretty sketchy." She admitted.

"I'm sketchy?!" Marinette threw her bag on her bed.

"You are a cheater, whether you accept it or not." April shrugged. "What am I supposed to believe?"

Marinette took a deep breath. "Just give it back." She held out her hand.

"I won't be so harsh anymore." April handed it over. "I think I understand you a little better now."

"Really? I wouldn't have guessed. I only publicized my entire life inside that journal." Marinette said sarcastically. "But I can forgive a fraction of it if you aren't so bitter all the time."

"Oh please, everyone here is bitter." April snorted. "It's survival of the fittest. Any kindness can be taken advantage of. It's how we are." She leaned against the bed. "And people don't lie in their diaries because they don't plan to show people, so I've learned the real you by reading your secrets."

"Well that's great." Marinette hopped on her bed. "I'm glad my life story and miserable love life brings you reassurance."

"It's not that bad." April walked to her closet. "At least I don't have to kill you in your sleep because of my debilitating trust issues."

"Would you actually do that?" Marinette shoved her diary under her pillow.

April smiled. "Why do you think I didn't already have a roommate when you got here?"

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