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Those Miraculous Kids

Miraculous Mysteries AU

Hey friends! I’m back with the actual (slightly more) fleshed out version of the MM AU. Quick note, it doesn’t take place in France, more like a made up place with made up towns. It is still Francophone, so they will still be speaking French.

Prologue

Here’s the original base for the au!

Anyway, onto the story!

Chapter 1- Running into people, plotting, and The Movie Trailer Voice

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Marinette Dupain Cheng had lived in Topaz Tills her whole life. It was a small town, nothing odd about it. Just the way she liked it. So when her parents decided to uproot her and move to a town called Moonstone Bridge, she was understandably upset. “Maman! Why can’t we stay in Tills? We don’t need a new store in Moonstone!” She complained as they drove to Moonstone. Marinette was sitting in the back of their delivery van, which her mother was driving while her father drive their personal car. “Ma fille chérie, you know exactly why we are going to Moonstone. Why do I know that? Because this is the seventh time you’ve asked in the last 3 hours and the 23rd in the past three days!” Her mother exclaims in the front seat, raising an eyebrow at her daughter. Marinette sighed and folded her arms. She leaned her head against the window, the smooth road keeping her head from bumping against it. She had left a lot behind. Her home, her bakery, and most importantly, her friends. Allegra, her best friend. The girl was a killer flute player. Claude, her next door neighbor. He always got the lead in the play and always made sure she designed and made his costumes. Allan, her friend since she was born. Their mothers set them up on play dates when they were little and they had been friends ever since. And Felix. She hadn’t known him nearly as long as the others, but he was dear to her, always keeping her on track. Tears started dribbling down her face. She still had their phone numbers, she reminded herself. They could still talk. But it wouldn’t be quite the same. Marinette was so busy wallowing, she didn’t realize they had arrived at their new “home”. It was a fairly big place, with the bakery on the bottom floor, with plenty of seating for guests. The top three floors all being her house. They had a basement where the kitchen for the bakery and storage was, and an attic which they had offered to help Marinette turn into a fun space to hang out in. Her parents had been working on this for months. Marinette had known about this for months. But now it just felt real. Marinette’s mother parked the delivery van in the driveway around the back and started unloading things. Marinette grabbed her backpack, purse, and suitcase to go check out her new room. The rest of her boxes with her stuff was already up there, all she would have to do was unpack. Her room was already partially decorated. A pale pink color covered all the walls. There was a built in desk that had designated areas for different things. There was a loft where her bed had been placed, and the furniture was all in the proper place. Having nothing better to do, Marinette started to unpack her clothes. She folded them, organized them, and then moved onto her jewelry. It took a while, just because Marinette was hesitant to unpack. But she finally ended up finishing unpacking her clothes and jewelry only to realize how much time had passed. It was 8 at night. She hadn’t eaten since lunch! Marinette dragged her backpack towards herself and pulled out all the sweets and foods she had stuffed in there. She shoved some of them into an empty cabinet above her desk and put the other on her empty desk, pulling out her laptop. She clicked the Skype app and clicked on Allegra’s contact. Allegra’s smiling face appeared on the screen. “Marinette! I know I saw you yesterday but I already miss you so much!” She cried, looking at her friend. Someone in the background moved closer to the screen. “Mari! We miss you little coccinelle! My mom won’t stop talking about you and how much she’s going to miss your family.” The person was Allan, who pulled Felix onto the screen. “Fe wants to say hi too but is a little bit embarrassed. Claude would say hi too but...” Allan continued as the screen was turned to Claude, who was sitting on Allegra’s bed complaining. Marinette didn’t know why until she saw the cast on his leg. “What did the Roi du drame do this time?” Marinette asked, biting into a pain au chocolat.

“Fell off the stage during bows. Not really his fault though, someone decided to push him to the front so he could get a solo bow, not thinking of how close they were to the edge. He’s lucky it was only his leg that was broken.” Felix supplied, since he was back to sitting on the ground behind Allegra again.

Marinette choked on her food and Allan started laughing as she started yelling for Allegra to bring the laptop over to Claude or she’d hang up. So Allegra toted the laptop over to the pouting actor and set it in front of him.

“Oh Claude! Now I’m really glad my parents left the leftover perishable sweets with your mom!” She said, Claude brightening at the mention of sweets.

“Thank your parents for me petit gâteau! For I am on extreme bed rest for the next week and a half and I am extremely bored already!”

Marinette talked with them for a little while more before she was told by Felix that she should go to sleep. Looking at the clock, she agreed. It had been 2 and a half hours and she still had to unpack tomorrow. She pulled out her blankets, pillows, and sheets and quickly made her bed. She plugged her phone into her charger and almost immediately fell asleep.

……. Marinette woke up to see her mom in her room, putting her stuff away. She looked up at her when she realized she had woken up.

“I figured you should go out, maybe explore Moonstone a little bit?” That translated to “Get up and go try to find friends. You aren’t allowed to be a shut in.”

So she reluctantly rose from her bed, slowly getting dressed into black flowy fabric shorts and loose pale pink t-shirt, tying her hair into a bun and wrapping a pink ribbon with black spots around it. I went downstairs and grabbed the tartine that her father had left on the counter for her. There were still tons of boxes littering the house, but Marinette just sidestepped them and slipped on the white sandals she had left downstairs. Her mom saw she was ready and handed her her purse and phone from her room before shoving her out the door, tartine in hand.

Stepping down into the bakery, Marinette reluctantly walked outside and began to explore. There were plenty of businesses nearby. They were all fairly busy, as summer vacation would start for the schools in only two weeks. Her parents had decided she wouldn’t start school until the fall because there was no purpose if they weren’t going to be learning anything. So when she walked past the school, she saw tons of teens walking inside, all excitedly chatting about summer. She was so focused on trying to get past the crowd of people and over to the library a few buildings down that when she bumped into a group of people she completely wiped out.

“Oh mon dieu! I am so sorry!” Marinette blurted out, quickly standing up and running to the library.

When she finally reached the library, she hid in the section with design history. She was looking through the books when one fell in front of her from the top shelf. She leaned down to pick it up and looked at the title. History of Moonstone Bridge: Volume 13.

“Volume 13?” She muttered, flipping through the pages while walking to a nearby table.

She only realized she should’ve looked up sooner when she slammed into someone, falling backwards and almost hitting her head on the floor, but the person she bumped into grabbed her before she could.

“Sorry!” Marinette squeaked, picking up the book and standing back up. She had slammed into a guy who looked about her age. He wore a blue and red hoodie and gray jeans, and there were two people behind him who were staring at her like she was crazy and that’s all she could focus on.

“It’s fine. We were actually hoping to bump into you.” The girl behind the blue and red hoodie boy said, walking up to her.

“Uh… why?” Marinette wondered aloud, pulling the book closer to her chest as the girl looked right at her.

The girl laughed and tossed her brown and red hair over her shoulder. “Don’t worry, we just wanted to know who you were, since this is the second time you’ve almost injured yourself while walking. Hi, I’m Alya Cesaire. The hoodie dork is Nino Lahiffe and blondie right there is Adrien Agreste.”

Marinette blinked for a second before introducing herself.

“M-my name is Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I’m really sorry about bumping into you!”

The blondie, Adrien, stepped up to her.

“Hi Marinette. Sorry if you mind me asking, but what book is that? I’ve never seen it before, and the library barely gets any new books.” He asked.

She handed him the book and Alya, Nino, and Adrien all gasped. Marinette looked at them, rather confused as to their surprise.

“This book… doesn’t exist. There’s not even a volume 1 for this book. It’s just volume 13!”

As they all begin to talk to each other, they walk to the checkout counter to get the book. Alya checked it out under her library card and led the group to a small cafe next to the library. They sat down, ordering snacks and drinks, and Marinette finally spoke up.

“So, we need to talk about this book. I only just got here yesterday, so I have no idea what this town’s deal is. Would you guys mind giving me the rundown?” She said

Alya cleared her throat and started speaking in a movie trailer narrator voice. “Moonstone Bridge is a small and quiet town with a dark past that no one talks about. The mayor’s son, the police and fire chiefs’ oldest son, and the restaurant owner’s middle daughter are the only ones to actively question what is going on. They explain this to the baker’s daughter, who they invite to a stake out that night.”

Alya smiled and switched back to her normal voice. “So, you in?”

Marinette shrugged. “Well, it’s not like I have anything else to do.”

Alya threw her arms around the girl and Nino and Adrien laughed. Marinette gave Alya her phone number so they would be able to contact each other and they began to talk about the book again.

“So, we should skim through the book and see if anything catches our eye.” Alya said, putting it in view of all four of them.

They quickly skimmed through the first two chapters the less interesting history of the town being in those chapters. But when they reached the third chapter, it was like they’d hit the jackpot. One half of the chapter was torn out, which was interesting. The first half of the chapter was the story of how the town became cursed.

It basically blamed this guy named Peter who met a girl named Tilly, who was the daughter of the mayor. Apparently, he was “the human embodiment of darkness and bad luck.” As the book put it. Tilly was madly in love with Peter, which no one could understand since Tilly was “like a rainbow in a rain storm, like a little ray of sun that made everyone’s luck increase tenfold.”

Peter was accused of plotting against the mayor and though Tilly defended him, he was convicted and put in jail. Tilly managed to break him out and they went off to get married when they were caught by Tilly’s childhood friend Tamara. Tam let them go and promised to cover up their escape. Tilly was overjoyed and let go of Peter’s hand to hug her friend. But Peter’s bad luck came through. Right after Tilly let go of his hand, he was shot in the back by her father, who had followed Tam without her knowledge.

Peter’s blood soaked into the ground, marking the town with the darkest kind of magic. Tilly screamed, her heart breaking. She was brought back home and locked in her room. But they didn’t count on what Tilly would do. She was able to detect Peter’s magic and linked onto it. She then placed a slightly different curse. It didn’t specify what it was, but the last sentence was the most ominous.

“Is it finished or has it ever really begun?” Marinette said, closing the book.

“That’s insane! I’m pretty sure that’s real too! My great-great grandmother was Tamara Cesaire, and she lived right next door to where they said Tilly lived.” Alya replied, her eyes sparkling.

Nino, who had been listening to the story very closely said something neither of his friends expected, but Marinette was pleased to hear.

“W-well, I guess that means that we should stake out the school. That’s where the former mayor’s house stood.”

Marinette cheered and jumped up, taking the book with her. Adrien, who had been pretty quiet up until then, leaned down to pick up something that had fallen when Marinette jumped up.

“Is this yours?” He asked, holding up a necklace. It was a simple silver chain with a ruby and a black gem that she couldn’t identify imbedded in a little circle on the bottom.

Marinette took it from him and her eyes widened as she felt a wave of nausea wash over her. She held onto the book and necklace tighter, falling back into her seat.

“Did you feel that when you touched it Adrien?” She asked, her voice muffled a bit as her head rested on the table, the sour feeling slowly fading, being replaced by warmth.

“Felt what?” He replied quizzically, Alya and Nino also looking quite confused.

“This weird feeling. It felt… unwelcoming. Almost like it was telling me to leave. It’s gone now. Now… it just feels warm, like I’ve suddenly been welcomed inside to a warm fireplace or something.” She explained, lifting her head up and sliding the necklace towards Alya.

Alya looked at the necklace, then Marinette, and then picked up the necklace and walked directly behind Marinette.

“Lift up your hair.” She instructed, unclipping the necklace.

Marinette did so, and Alya clipped the necklace into place, making sure it didn’t tangle into Marinette’s hair.

Nothing happened after that, so they got up to leave the cafe.

“Wait, why aren’t you guys in class?” Marinette said, suddenly realizing that it was still just 10:30 in the morning.

“Exams finished for us yesterday. We basically just have to come back for role call and dismissal. Other than that, us Juniors can do whatever we want!” Alya’s exclaimed, twirling.

It was also probably helpful when your parents were some of the most powerful people in town, Marinette thought.

They began walking to the bakery, which wasn’t opening until the weekend. Since Marinette couldn’t get in through the front, she went around to the back and jumped up to pull down the fire escape that was attached to her rooftop garden. She started climbing up, making it up to the roof without only a bit of struggling.

She looked down at the shocked teens and giggled, a light and melodic sound.

“Come on up you guys, I’ll make sure you get back in time for dismissal!”

They scrambled up to the rooftop, Alya tucking the book into her side satchel so she didn’t drop it.

Once they all reached the top, Marinette smiled and gestures for them to sit down on the brand new pink lounge chairs. They were surprisingly comfortable.

Marinette settles in the last lounge chair, and crossed her ankles.

“So… will I see all three of you tonight at the school? Because I need to know how many snacks and flashlights to bring.”

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Chapter 1 is finished! Hope you enjoyed it! I worked really hard on this. The stakeout will be in the next chapter, I just didn’t want to cram it into this one, it kind of felt forced when I tried that.

(Edit: The link for AO3 isn’t working for me right now, maybe it is for you but I’ll try to fix it. If you want to read all this on AO3, just search the title of this story)

-Avery

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #alya cesaire #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #adrien agreste #Nino lahiffe #those miraculous kids #miraculous mystery au

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