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itsnothappening · 2 years

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wait a sec - you're my father? | lukanette

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summary: “you really should have sat down,” sighed anarka. “lad, your father is bruce wayne.”

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Luka Couffaine never really bothered to know who his father was.

Yes, it meant the lack of ‘manly’ presence in his life (some people might even call him too ‘soft’ because he was surrounded by women for most of his life. Ha! As if. They had no idea what it was like living with his mom. It took guts) but he never really cared.

But, of course, his father had to be Bruce effing Wayne.

Like seriously, how the f*ck did his mom even manage to meet him?

“Hey mom,” Luka called as he walked onto the Liberty.

Anarka turned around. “Luka, my boy! C’mere and help me load up these boxes-”

Luka knew if he didn’t stop her, she’d have a full list of things she needed him to do. Interrupting her, he asked, “Mom, could you tell me who my dad was?”

His mom paused. Odd for her, thought Luka. “Now, why would ya want to know that?” she avoided carefully.

Was she…was Anarka Couffaine nervous?

Luke sensed the change in her melody as soon as he asked the question. Despite that, he answered her. “I need it for a school project. We have to make our family tree.”

“Ah,” That did not seem to make her any calmer. “Luka, I think you should come and sit down for this. It’s going to come as a shock.”

Wondering who his father could be to have such an influence on his mother, Luke joked, “Why? Is it Jagged Stone or something?”

“Nah, my lad,” Anarka said, rolling her eyes at the mention of the rock star. “It’s Bruce Wayne.”

Luka stopped and stared at her. “What.”

“You really should have sat down,” sighed Anarka. “Lad, your father is Bruce Wayne.”

Luka tripped into the Seine.

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Luka shivered as he wrapped himself into the towel.

The cold air was biting into his skin harder than usual because of his hot-to-the-max shower.

Because like why not?

It’s not like his father was one of the richest people on the planet or something.

Walking on the deck of the Liberty, Luka wasn’t surprised to see his mom sitting on one of the chairs – the ones that existed before he was around.

She sighed in relief when she saw him. “My god, Luka. Don’t ever do that again!” she very-nearly-bellowed.

“Sorry, mom,” Luka said sheepishly.

“Anyway,” said Anarka, calming down, “I’m sure you have some questions to ask. I have 5 minutes, so ask away!”

And she was back, Luka thought.

Fifteen minutes later, Luka was staring at the chair he was sitting on with suspicion.

Had his father – billionaire father – sat on this? He thought, not at all hysterically.

Right, Luka inhaled – trying to calm down, time to meditate. There was no better time than now.

And so, he proceeded to meditate as intensely as possible.

His (relative) calm was interrupted by Juleka’s quiet voice. “Woah, dude. What’s gotten you so wound up?”

Opening his eyes slowly, Luka wished his meditation had more of an effect. It had done very little to relax him and his increasingly hysterical thoughts. “I found out who my father was.”

Juleka was immediately by his side (Luka couldn’t help but smile fondly at her), “Are you fine? Is he a dick? Do I need to muder him?”

He laughed for the first time since he found out. Not the hysterical one, no, a genuine one. “N-no, it’s nothing like that-”

Luka paused to catch his breath, while Juleka continued to look at him with confusion.

“My father is Bruce Wayne.”

“What?”

Luka winced at the high-pitched screech his sister let out. “Jesus Christ, Jules. Tone it down a little.”

“Tone it down a little?” she screeched – in an admittedly softer pitch. “Are you insane? Your father is Bruce f*cking Wayne!”

She proceeded to screech out a fair amount of swear words (Where had mom even learnt these words? Was it another result of his father?) – none of which he would like to repeat. (Your ears don’t need to be scarred by that)

When Juleka calmed down, she said, “How are you faring? Like isn’t it a-”

“Shock?” Luka finished. “Yeah, yeah it is. Actually, when mom told me, I fell into the Seine.”

She didn’t look too surprised. “I figured that’s why you smell like garbage.”

Luka shoved her, finally feeling the first semblance of normalin his life. Not that he felt any less hysterical.

Two minutes later, Luka was cycling to the Dupain-Cheng bakery because if there was one person he could trust – it was Marinette.

“Bonjour Mdm. Cheng,” he said politely as the bell rang.

Mdm. Cheng beamed at him. “Salut Luka. And how many times do I have to tell you? Call me Sabine,” she scolded lightly, wagging her finger.

Chuckling, Luka gestured to Marinette’s room. “Is Marinette there?”

“Yes,” said Sabine, handing him a plate of mouth-watering pastries. “Give this to her, will you? You can have some too.”

Nodding, Luka accepted the plate. “Merci.”

Knocking softly on Marinette’s trapdoor, he called out, “Marinette? Can I come in?”

Almost immediately, the door flung open and Marinette came tumbling out, yelping.

“Oomph-” Luka managed to catch Marinette and keep the plate of pastries safe in an amazing feat of acrobatics.

“Oh, my kw-gosh, Luka,” Marinette apologized frantically. “I am so sorry! I didn’t mean to – I was opening the trapdoor and I tripped over some fabric and-”

“It’s alright, Marinette,” Luka said, chuckling. “I brought some food, though?”

Marinette’s eyes lit up as she dragged him up. Once they were settled down comfortably, Luka decided to reveal his reason for being there. “So, I have something to tell you…”

“What is it?” Marinette asked, sensing his uncharacteristic nervousness.

“I asked mom who my father was,” he admitted quietly and rushed on. “Bruce Wayne.”

Luka expected Marinette to scream like Juleka, or choke on her pastry or do something marinette-y.

He didn’t expect her to just continue eating calmly. “So?” she asked completely oblivious.

Blinking, Luka rubbed his eyes to make sure he wasn’t dreaming. “You don’t know who Bruce Wayne is?”

Then she paused. “Should I?”

Luka tackled her into a hug, completely ignoring her abandoned pastry. He didn’t realize how much he needed someone to act like it was normal to have Bruce fu*king Wayne as your father until Marinette actually did it.

Burying his face into her shoulder, Luka continued to mumble, “Thankyouthankyouthank-”

“Not that I don’t appreciate this,” Marinette said, her voice a little squeezed, “But you’re squashing me,”

Immediately, Luka got off her, “I’m so sorry, I was just so happy-”

“Woah, Luka, chill,” Marinette placated him, rubbing her small palms over his arms. “It’s totally fine. But, seriously,” She looked at him. “Tell me if I should know who he is.”

A few minutes later, a high-pitched shriek (Luka was surprised his eardrums hadn’t burst between Juleak and Marinette) bringing Marinette’s parents sprinting to her room, Marinette was assuring them, “I’m fine, Maman, Papa, Luka just told me some…surprising-” Understatement of the year. “-news.”

After they left, Marinette turned to him, calmer than she was before. “Wow, Luka. I can’t believe it. How do you feel?”

See, ladies and gentlemen, this is why he went to Marinette. Any other person Luka would have told would be raving about how ‘lucky he was’ and all that rubbish.

Marinette, on the other hand, actually cared for him and asked how he felt.

Sighing, Luka ran a hand through his shaggy hair. “I…honestly, don’t know. I tried playing the guitar but my mind keeps on wandering off and meditation didn’t really help much.”

Marinette frowned at him. “Maybe you just need to talk to someone?” she offered. “Like, I know you don’t usually do that, but it wouldn’t hurt?”

Luka contemplated the idea. Talking to someone…he hadn’t really done that before. Usually, he just relied on his guitar and meditation. “All right,” he said finally, “Would you mind if I could tell you?”

His host beamed at him. “I’d be honored to.”

30 minutes later, Luka was feeling much less hysterical than before (he was pretty sure he had broken a record for how hysterical a person could be) and was getting up to go home.

“Thanks, Marinette,” he said, genuinely. “I really appreciate you helping me out.”

Marinette blushed and smiled at him shyly and Luka’s heart swelled. “It was the least I could do, especially after everything you’ve done for me,” she said honestly.

And that’s when Luka realized he loved this girl more than anything in the world. This girl was the wondrous Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the ultimate example of a literal angel – kind, sweet, beautiful and just overall amazing.

So, he kissed her cheek softly. “Thank you,”

And as he cycled back to the Liberty, Luka couldn’t get rid of the dumb smile on his face.

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2 months later…

Luka shuffled his nervously as he stood outside the Dupain-Cheng Bakery.

Somehow – how, he would never know – his father had found out he existed and insisted Luka come to visit him in Gotham.

Bruce Wayne also insisted (to Anarka) that he bring a friend of his so he wouldn’t be too overwhelmed.

That was how Luka found himself in his current predicament. He would like to invite Marinette but a) he wasn’t sure she would agree and b) she wasn’t exactly a friend to him anymore, was she?

Steeling himself (because this…pussy was not that Luka Couffaine that Anarka raised), he walked into the bakery – albeit a little reluctantly.

“Bonsoir, Tom,” Luka said lightly. “Would you mind if I went to talk to Marinette?”

Tom, jovial as always, beckoned him upstairs. “Of course not. Go on.”

He shooed Luka up the stairs.

Now was the time.

Luka knocked lightly and walked inside, only to find Marinette designing a new dress by the looks of it (and biting her lips in a way he wanted to kiss her).

Cautiously – because he knew how jumpy Marinette got while designing – he said, “Marinette?”

She jumped violently. “Luka!” she said, putting a hand over her heart. “You scared me!”

“Sorry,” he said. “I just came to see you,”

Marinette looked around her room and made space for him on her chaise. “So, how has it been?”

Luka knew what she was referring to. His father. “Actually, something has happened.”

Her eyes brightened with curiosity. “What?”

“He asked me to come to Gotham and bring a friend.” Luka said, slowly and clearly, his heart beating faster than normal the whole time.

Gaping at him, Marinette asked, “And you want that friend to be me?” Her voice trailed off into a high-pitched squeak.

“Yes?” It sounded more of a question than a statement.

Suddenly, Luka was thrown backwards by a mini-blue-haired tornado tackling him. Squealing, Marinette said, “Yes, yes, yes! I’d love to.”

Marinette was panicking. Luka could see it and feel it.

The two of them were currently waiting for their baggage to come through and her breathing was getting faster and unevener by the second. “Breathe, Marinette,” he rubbed his calloused fingers over her wrist.

She slowed down almost immediately. “I’m fine,” she puffed, “I’m fine. Are you nervous?” she asked as they collected their baggage.

Luka thought about his answer carefully. “Yes,” he said finally, “I am because I’m worried – what if he doesn’t like me? Or what if my adopted..siblings don’t like me?”

Marinette wrapped her small arms around him. “Luka,” she said firmly. “Anyone who doesn’t like you, doesn’t deserve you. It’s as simple as that. And anyway, this is just a trial meeting. If you want to meet him again – you can. If you don’t – just don’t.”

Luka breathed a little easier.

As they walked outside, into the chilly parking, a kindly voice asked, “Would you happen to be Mr. Couffaine and Ms. Dupain-Cheng?”

Luka turned around to see an elegant, aged man smiling at them. Nodding numbly, he said, “Are you Mssr. Alfred Pennyworth?” Just to be sure.

The man’s smile grew even kindlier and Luka felt a little more at ease. “That is me,” he agreed. “Come, here is the car.”

The car, was a limousine.

Luka’s eyes widened when he saw the size of it.

“It’s big, isn’t it?” chuckled Mr. Pennyworth.

“Big is an understatement,” Luka breathed.

Opening their doors, Mr. Pennyworth said, “Come in.”

Luka gawked at the sheer size and elegance of Wayne Manor.

“Oh my-” Marinette’s jaw dropped.

However, all that surprise disappeared once the nerves surfaced in his stomach. He was going to meet the rest of his family.

Marinette squeezed his hand and smiled at him. “Don’t worry, it’ll be fine.”

Luka chose to believe her.

Till now, Luka could say everything had gone…fine.

He had been staying at Wayne Manor for a few days now and Luka could safely say he got along with everyone in his family just fine.

Including Damian – his younger brother.

Apparently, that was a feat of some sort.

“Luka,” yelled Jason, one of the unruly ones. “Tell Damian to give me back my slippers!”

He had also learned that the family was extremely chaotic.

Currently, Damian was running away with Jason’s (Luka snorted when he saw them) fluffy slippers.

“Master Damian,” Alfred to the rescue! “I suggest you give Master Jason his slippers back as you are required for breakfast soon.”

Damian, grumbling, dropped the slippers of the staircase and ran off.

At breakfast, today’s discussion was apparently how to deal with emotional employees at WE.

Yesterdays had been knives which included a heated debate (with knives) between Damian and Jason.

Dick snorted when he saw Bruce’s state at the head of the table. “Poor Bruce,” he said, “You look exhausted.”

“You would be,” muttered Bruce irritably pouring some coffee. “I cannot deal with emotional people.”

Now, that was a surprise.

“Why?” Luka asked curiously and almost everyone turned to stare at him. He wasn’t uncomfortable (Luka had played gigs before) but it was little unnerving. He didn’t say much at the table.

Tim, picking at his food, said, “Bruce Wayne is the most emotionally stunted man you’ll ever meet. As a result, all of his children are too.”

Luka blinked. Because like what the fuck?

According to most, Luka was one of the most emotionally-tuned people they had ever met.

Marinette snorted and at once everyone’s eyes snapped to her. “Evidently, not all of his children,” she smirked at Luka (he melted on the spot), “Because Luka is one of the most emotionally-tuned people I have ever had contact with.”

Everyone, once again, snapped their eyes to him (seriously, didn’t their heads hurt?). Shifting, Luka decided to elaborate a little, “I use my guitar. And I meditate a lot.”

And that’s how Luka found himself teaching meditation to every single person in the family.

He could use a lot of words to describe this family (or phrases) – not at all what he thought they would be like, chaotic, crazy, draining.

They were all of these words.

But Luka Couffaine Wayne liked it.

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story-collector · 3 years

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The Family We Chose

Part 2 (I honestly have no schedule for writing this so I’m just kinda doing it as it comes to me but I will try to be fairly consistent)

The next year as school started we finally were able to add to our team. We added our three new family members. Chloe was given the Bee Miraculous, gaining the name Honey Bee. She was an valuable asset and even if we hadn’t added her I believe she still would have been family. She was a great strategist and fully dedicated to bringing down Paris emotional terrorist. Kagami was given the Dragon Miraculous, gaining the name Ryuko. She was a hard worker and aimed to please. Winning was ingrained into her very being by her mother so losing was never an option. Our third was Luka with the Snake Miraculous. Viperion was a steadfast calm that helped our small team immensely. The three very quickly showed how much they wanted to be on the team.

Our nights were a little less hard now. Patrols were more evenly spaced and emotional comfort was in abundance. We had a bigger support network now, even if it was just each other. We were a family that we knew we could rely on. More memories were made, another album started to get filled. Our civilian lives improved slightly, having more time to indulge our interests and focus on school helped lessen the stress we had. But it didn’t stop all the bad.

We were still just children. Most of us were 14 with Luka being 15. We were young and still relatively inexperienced but we did the best we possibly could. Unfortunately it wasn’t always enough. Nights were still hard, plagued with to still body’s and unseeing eyes. Makeup was something we were all to experienced in. Lies became the norm to our family’s and other friends. We were okay, just stressed. No we weren’t going to turn into an akuma. We were fine. Tears were hidden in the rain and atop the roofs of the city we vowed to protect with our lives. Sometimes we did give up our lives, and remembered every time we did. Some scars would fade with the magic, others were faint, almost a trick of the light, and some were never visible to begin with.

Once a week we would patrol together and then sleep in a pile in someone’s room, making sure to leave before the sunlight touched the trees. The night time was our time, no matter if we were daylight hero’s or not. Homework was still done on top of the Eiffel Tower. The album was still filled. Interests were still ongoing. But it was all done mostly together. The others were my models as I would sit on roofs and design new outfits for them. They would help me with ideas and eventually making a website. Money was brought in by everyone. Chloe managed to buy a warehouse just for the team. The outside was broken and dirty and old but the inside was our home.

This became a sanctuary for us, and it was near this sanctuary where we found the youngest member of our family. We found him slumped behind a dumpster, his to small body almost hidden in the darkness. The blood coating his body made it hard to tell where it was coming from. We gathered him up in our arms and rushed him to our base. We didn’t know much of medical procedures but we new just enough to save him. What little we knew almost wasn’t enough. We didn’t have all the supplies, the scars would be ugly, he had to be constantly watched. Medical supplies was put on the list of things to gather. Just because we had magic didn’t mean we would always be able to save someone with it.

The young (tiny, too small, too young) boy didn’t wake for almost two weeks. Our free moments, every second of them, was spent at his side or around him. The amount of scars he already had was heartbreaking. The amount of weapons he had was terrifying. They told a story we didn’t want to hear. When he woke up he was weak, we had to help him eat, we had to carry him everywhere. He was light, to light, and to much muscle for an 8 year old. We learned his name was Damian.

We never told Master Fu about him. We never told Paris about him. He was our secret. At first he was angry and rude and constantly insulting us and trying to attack us. It was clear he didn’t know what physical comfort was. He didn’t know a gentle touch. We likened him to a wild animal, small, scared, confused, and hurt. It took a month before he could start to walk again and a month and a half before he was fully healed. He had started to trust us during his stay. Three months later he was still there. He warmed up to us, leaning into our touches, and reciprocating the attention we gave him.

He told us he was raised by the League of Assassins. He was their Heir. He didnt want them to hurt us, but we couldn’t let him go back to them. So he stayed with us and as the League realized that he was alive, and that we had him they grew angry and would attack us in the dead of night while in patrol. Our supplies of medical supplies grew massively very quickly. Our uniforms were changed to blend into the dark of Paris skyline.

As young as he was, he was helpful. We learned to fight from an 8 year old and in the end that may have been what kept us one step ahead of the League. He became somewhat of a son to us, or a little brother. He was family and we were as close as ever. Many nights were no longer spent in our own homes, but instead with him. Lunch breaks from school weren’t spent with friends as often, they were spent with him, showing him the world he had missed growing up. He became inspiration for clothing for children. Our interests were brought into the Sanctuary and we taught him. He taught us as well. Weapons, fighting, Arabic. We taught him as much as we could. French, English, Chinese, Sign Language in English and French. The learning was slow going for a lot of us, some of us learning new things from the others. But we learned fast, became better and better everyday.

He blossomed under our care. He became the child he was meant to always be...mostly. He was raised and Assassin and you can’t take something that is ingrained in a child since birth out of him in a year. Against our better judgement we would bring him on some nightly patrols. Night time shenanigans would ensue (our photo album grew and we had to start a new one) and attacks would still happen from both the League and Hawkmoth. The year was eventful, but we grew as a family and as a team. Our base was almost fully set up. It became our home. It was his home now, with the sewing machine in the corner and my commissions piled up on the tables, a full musical set up in the corner with couches and bean bags, a makeshift run way for our more dramatic members (Chloe and Adrien), and an area for fencing and practice in every form we knew.

The year was filled with sleepless night and alter egos and stress and anxiety. There was mourning, dangerous and deadly battles, new scars to go over the old and a child to care for. We were family and no one could take that away.

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flightfoot · 4 years

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I'm not someone who watches Miraculous Ladybug but why are there so many Marinette/Damian fics? I keep seeing them when I scroll through Timsteph fics.

OH HELL. You know, I’ve been wondering what Batman-only fans must think of the flood of Marinette/Damian. It’s uh. Yeah it doesn’t make a ton of sense.

See, here’s the thing; there’s a LARGE section of the ML fandom devoted to salt, specifically salt towards one particular episode; Chameleon, where Marinette - the main character - has her seat reassigned during class so she has to sit at the back away from all her friends in order to make way for a returning student who *claims* she has a hearing disability so she can sit in the front row. However, said character, Lila, is a notorious liar, as Marinette, Adrien (the deuteragonist and Marinette’s main Love Interest), and the audience know. Adrien actually offers to go sit in the back instead, but Marinette and Lila both shut down that idea and Marinette stews in the back of the classroom for awhile.

Then at lunch, Lila tells more stories of her fabulous life and gets people to bring a tray of food for her since she claims she hurt her wrist. Marinette tries to tell two of her other friends that Lila’s a liar and a fake, but can’t actually produce any evidence to prove it, so she throws a napkin at Lila to try to prove she’s faking her injury... which Lila then catches, but pretends to have hurt her arm. Her other classmates scold her for throwing a napkin at Lila and causing her to hurt herself, Marinette storms off, and Lila corners her in the bathroom and threatens to turn all her friends against her and stop her from ever getting close to Adrien unless she sides with her.

Adrien actually catches up with Lila soon after that and asks her to please stop lying, that she doesn’t need to do that and she’ll only turn their classmates against her, and offers to help listen if something’s bothering her. He doesn’t realize that Lila’s targeting Marinette, or that she’s actively malicious in general, just thinking that she’s lonely and is lying to try and make friends.

Lila brushes him off and purposely seeks out an akuma to get herself akumatized, turns into a villain, tries to defeat Ladybug and Chat Noir, the usual jazz.

Anyway, at the end after defeating her, when Marinette’s about to try to publicly call Lila out for switching up which ear Lila has Tinnitus in, Adrien asks her whether she thinks exposing her will actually help anything, and that humiliating her will make her hurt more, and making a bad guy suffer has never turned them into a good guy.

So Marinette decides not to do that, and when they go back to the classroom, Adrien goes to the back and sits next to Marinette of his own accord. Then the whole class decides that they liked the old seating arrangement better, and everyone goes back to their old seats and Lila’s left sitting by herself in the back (she’d claimed her tinnitus magically got better, so she didn’t need to sit in the front anymore.)

Salters took that episode and RAN with it, writing fic after fic of epic revenge fantasies that WAY ramped up how bad any of the characters could POSSIBLY be, making the class force her to do commission after commission for them for free, never showing her proper appreciation for all she does for them, and when Lila shows up and starts manipulating people, have the class scorn and shun Marinette for being an awful person, rip up her stuff, and beat her up, often with her (former) best friend Alya leading the charge, and Adrien just standing and the background telling her to take it.

A lot of people writing these hate Adrien’s guts, having decided that he’s a sexual harasser/assaulter/potential rapist, and wanted to ship her with other people - her second canon Love Interest, Luka, and the scrapped first draft for her partner from the original concept for ML, Felix, at the top of the list.

Felix, notably, was generally perceived as being cold, aloof, and no-nonsense, but with a heart of gold. So he was sometimes used to inflict punishment on everyone the salters hated, plus Marinette could be one of the few people to slip past his cold exterior and become someone he cared for.

Then Felix was gonna be made canon. And someone new was needed to fill that role.

One tumblr user wrote a story where the polite, yet aloof, young man Damien hears a girl screaming in trouble, sees Marinette in Gotham, and instantly falls in love with his Angel, and she ends up staying in Gotham instead of with all the horrible, horrible Everyone Else In Her Life.

Yeah, Damian wasn’t remotely in-character in those early fics at least. His name was often misspelled with an “e”, actually.

But anyway. A few advantages to this; Damian can be made to be super sweet and a perfect gentleman around Marinette, who can instantly see all the worth that everyone else in her life threw away, and as a bonus, can reap revenge on her classmates who tried to beat her up/destroy her notebook/poison her/whatever the fic writer came up with, since Damian might feasibly be willing to inflict cruel punishment on them (not that being in-character has ever been valued much in these fics), plus Marinette gets the entire Batfamily to dote on her and be her new family and be totally removed from everyone the author doesn’t like, which tends to be most of the ML cast. Except for her canonical bully who made her life miserable both before and during the actual series, Chloe; she’ll often become Marinette’s new best friend. Though I don’t think that’s as common with the crossover.

It mixed up the Chameleon salt formula, which I think even the salters had gotten a little tired of (though it’s still going strong), and gave possibilities for a lot more different character interactions, and just generally breathed new life into it.

At this point it’s kinda become its own thing, and some people are actually stepping away form the salt and bashing that birthed the pairing and just shoving her in with the Batfamily generally, because... honestly I suspect there’s some wish fulfillment going on there. And people seem to have a slightly better idea of how the Batfamily works now? Maybe? From what I’ve seen, I think people may have at least STARTED doing some research.

Anyway, yeah. They’re basically a separate fandom at this point, pretty much just devoted to like. That one episode of ML, the first episode of season 3, that released over a year and a half ago.

But uh. Yeaaaah, don’t judge ML by what you see in those crossover fics. Their relation with canon, especially canon characterization, is tenuous at best.

As you might be able to tell, I don’t ship it. I also hate the OOCness, but actually like the potential for the crossover, and wrote my own ML X Batman crossover fic, “We’re The Same”, that was sticking with the canon ships, characterization, and overall just dropping the two franchises into each other in a more canon compliant way to see what would shake out. Especially since dammit, ADRIEN AND DAMIAN WOULD BE FRIENDS.

#antimaribat #ask #So that turned into a rant

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blur-of-colours · 4 years

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Miraculous x Bat Family vs League of Assassins

Marinette and the miraculous team fighting the league of assassins while batfamily finding out the identities of the miraculous team and vice versa. When finding out there identities they fight together against the league of assassins (Miraculous x Bat family vs League of Assassins).

Miraculous team includes: Marinette, Adrien, Chole, Kagami, Luka, Max, Nino, Alix and Max.

If someone ends up writing this just give me credit.

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zoethespiritwolf · 4 years

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Request page

I have decided to open up a request page here on Tumblr where you can see what kind of requests for fanfics I can write. Please submit these requests in the ‘Ask me anything‘ section.

You can also send some questions about me there as well and I will try to reply as soon as possible. The same thing goes about the requests - I will try to do them as soon as possible.

Anyway, here are the rules:

I won’t write:

OC x character fanfics (example: Bucky Barnes x Lucinda)

Character x character (both from the same fandom and different fandoms, I may end up throwing this kind of ship in one of the oneshots, but they won’t be the main focus on the story)

Lemons (I might include a sneak peek and will do NSFW alphabet headcannons, but that’s as far as it will go, no full lemon)

I will write:

LGBTQ+ ships

Fluff, SFW and NSFW alphabet headcannons

Headcanons (in general)

Yandere scenarios

AU’s (for example ‘Hamilton AU! Undertale‘)

Teacher/mentor x reader relationships (platonic!!!)

Parent/daughter scenarios (example: Lafayette x daughter!reader)

Characters (mostly the reader) with mental, physical and other problems (anorexia, depression, autism, ADHD, PTSD, etc.)

Character deaths (main characters included)

POC! Reader x character ships

Angst

Fluff

Here are the fandoms/themes/characters I will write for:

Hamilton:

Alexander Hamilton

Elizabeth Schuyler

Angelica Schuyler

Lafayette

John Laurens

Philip Hamilton

Aaron Burr

ROTG:

Bunnymund

Jack Frost

Sandy

Tooth

Pitch Black

ATLA (Avatar the Last Airbender + Legend of Korra):

Sokka

Katara

Zuko

Princess Yue

Iroh II

Mako

Korra

Bolin

Asami

Kuvira

Suyin

Opal

Dreamworks (no TV series, only movies):

Moses (Prince of Egypt)

Rameses II (Prince of Egypt)

Hiccup (HTTYD (All Movies))

Astrid (HTTYD)

Miraculous Ladybug:

Luka

Adrian

Marinette

Alya

Chloe

Felix (the anime version)

Six: the musical:

Catherine of Aragon

Anne Boleyn

Jane Seymour

Anna of Cleves

Catherine Howard

Catherine Parr

Voltron the legendary defender (all seasons):

Keith

Shiro

Lance

Allura

Lotor

The Arcana: A Mystic Romance :

Asra

Julian

Portia

Nadia

Valerius

Lucio

Muriel

The Irregulars

Sherlock Holmes

Bea

Leopold

Billy

Spike

Jessy

Vatson (platonic mostly)

This page might be edited at some point so be sure to check it out from time to time for any changes.

All of the finished work that I have uploaded from my Wattpad account to Tumblr you can see on my Masterlist page.

Anyway, happy reading and requesting!

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luka couffaine wayne: series masterlist | lukanette

0. wait a sec - you're my father? | fluff, angst, humour

summary: “you really should have sat down,” sighed anarka. “lad, your father is bruce wayne.”

1. meeting the family | angst, humour

summary: alfred gave him a faint smile from the rearview mirror. “master bruce and the others are also...apprehensive. they have been waiting for a long time to see you.”

2. meeting marinette | fluff, humour

summary: luka wondered where marinette was. she had slipped out of the room when they entered, something about helping alfred?

3. identities | humour, fluff

summary: tim shot him a funny look. “tell luka about our nightly activities, obviously.”

4. bonding | fluff

summary: “bonding!” he announced happily.

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itsnothappening · 2 years

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identities | lukanette

Word Count: +1.3k

summary: tim shot him a funny look. “tell luka about our nightly activities, obviously.”

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“We should tell him,” Tim stated as soon as the family backed away from the door.

Bruce - still on a high because Luka liked them! - said, distractedly, “Tell him what?”

Tim shot him a funny look. “Tell Luka about our nightly activities, obviously.”

That caught Bruce’s attention. “What? No!”

“Why?” This time it was Dick who spoke.

Bruce faltered for an answer. “Because…”

Shooting him a pointed look, Dick asked again, “Why?”

“Because he just came. It’s going to freak him out!” Bruce managed to say.

“Freak him out?” Dick quoted. “That sounds wrong when you say it. Like really-”

Jason shot Dick a pointed look and Dick paused. “Oh, right. So? He didn’t run away when we went all crazy on him or his friend?”

“You mean crazier than normal.” Jason said with a grin. Damian snorted.

Dick glared at him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Of course, Dickie.” Jason said.

Continuing, Dick glared at him and said to Bruce. “And even if we did hide it from him and told him, after three months, don’t you think he’s going to be mad at us for not telling him?”

Any retort Bruce had was smothered when he heard that because, well, it was true. Luka would be pissed if they kept it a secret from him.

And it seemed like all of his children knew that because they all shot him triumphant smiles.

◇─◇──◇─◇

At first, Marinette didn’t understand what was going on. What being Luka’s family suddenly doing things that only a select few of superheroes could do - specifically, Batman’s team.

It all started the next day when Marinette and Luka walked down the stairs with Tim spewing an impressive amount of information about the superheroes.

So much that it was actually suspicious because really, superheroes didn’t go around telling people this information. And Marinette knew that being one and everything.

“-and he totally kicked his ass. Red Robin just pushed him off the roof just like that.” Tim snapped his fingers to emphasize his point.

Luka listened attentively, apparently not realizing that was too much information.

There were two options, Marinette decided, one: that the Waynes were villains or at least something like it , or two: they were the Batfamily.

And honestly, Marinette hoped it was the second one because she was likely to go on a murderous rampage if they were villains.

◇─◇──◇─◇

Dick shot Tim a glare when he walked down with Luka and Marinette raving about himself.

Tim just shot him a smug smirk.

Upping his game, Dick launched himself over the counter into an acrobatic move that only Nightwing could have done.

Tim was still talking but he soon stopped with a scowl when he realized his audience weren’t paying attention to him.

Luka and Marinette were both gaping at him, though the latter had an odd expression on her face.

“How did you-” Luka seemed at a loss for words. “How did you do that?”

Dick gave Tim a smug smile as he bit into an apple, casually. “I was brought up in a circus. I learnt some stuff over the years.”

Marinette shot him a narrowed glare - seriously, what was up with her? “And does anyone else know that?”

“Nope,” Dick said cheerfully, unknowingly sealing Marinette’s suspicions.

As he walked out of the door, Dick muttered to Tim, “You owe me 20.”

Tim shot him the stink-eye.

◇─◇──◇─◇

Over the next few days, Marinette made a careful note of everything in Luka’s family.

When Dick said he was the only one to do that move, one thing became clear - the Waynes were the Batfamily.

Marinette wasn’t sure how she didn’t notice it before because once she put enough thought into it, it was kind of obvious.

Bruce was Batman, Dick was Nightwing, Jason was Red Hood, Tim was Red Robin (why was he glorifying himself so much then?) and Damian was Robin.

Once she was aware of what she was looking for, Marinette realized that, well, they weren’t trying to hide it.

Luka was oblivious to it, of course, he didn’t know. As far as he knew, they just had some amazing skills that varied from person to person.

But to Marinette it was very obvious.

And it became clear.

So, just to mess with them, she decided to suggest a design for Tim’s wardrobe.

As she walked down to breakfast that morning, Marinette smirked at Tim.

“So,” she said sweetly and Luka shot her a look because he knew what that meant. After all, she had used the same look on Lila before. “I had an idea.”

Tim looked up from his bickering with Jason about some bet about showing off. “Really?” he asked excitedly. “What?”

“I was thinking about doing something related to Red Robin.”

The reactions were so perfectly in sync, that Marinette almost thought they practiced it.

Tim choked on his cup of coffee, spilling some of it on Jason.

Jason, who was scrolling through his phone, dropped it and cursed loudly.

Dick who was pouring some milk into his cereal, froze and the milk just continued coming through, long after the bowl was full.

Damian threw his knives into a wall. Poor wall.

Bruce, who was reading the newspaper, tore it in surprise.

Alfred merely shot her a knowing look and Luka…poor Luka looked so confused.

Recovering, Tim hastily said, “Okay!” far too perkily. “What did you have in mind?”

His attempt at casualness failed miserably when everyone else was still trying to recover.

Seeing everyone else’s reactions sealed it for Marinette. “I figured you out.” Blunt and straight to the point.

Luka stared at her. “Figured out what?”

Before she could answer, Dick, still with the bowl of overflowing milk, said, “But you’re not supposed to know! It was only for Luka - we thought he’d figure it out!”

“Figure what out?” Luka’s voice had a hint of exasperation in it.

Bruce folded his paper decisively. “That we’re vigilantes.”

◇─◇──◇─◇

When Luka met his extended family, he genuinely did not expect this.

This being the fact that they were the vigilantes of Gotham.

“I’m sorry what?” he asked weakly.

His father - Luka still wasn’t used to saying that - repeated himself. “We are the vigilantes of Gotham.”

“And you knew?” He directed this question at Marinette.

Marinette shot him a sheepish look, her eyes pleading with him to not be mad - as if he would be, he was just curious. “I had suspicions. I figured it out yesterday.”

And as Luka ran through the last few days, it became clear- how had he not seen that before?

Especially with all the hysterical research he had done when he figured out who his father was.

Jason’s affinity with guns, Damian’s with knives, Tim’s with computers and…well, sticks and Dick’s with acrobatics. Bruce had no outward sign, but he should have figured the others out!

“Of course,” Luka said distractedly. “How did I not figure it out before?”

But why would they be so obvious about it? Anyone - except for Marinette, of course, she was Ladybug, she definitely had it figured out - from Gotham could have understood.

“But why were you so…” Luka struggled for the right word without seeming too rude.

“Obvious about it?” Bruce asked with a faint smile. “We wanted to tell you. But we weren’t sure how to. So-”

“We decided to let you figure it out on your own.” Jason finished. And then he looked at Marinette. “But how did you find out?”

Marinette shifted uncomfortably and Luka hid a smile. He knew the answer.

But he wasn’t going to out her. She could tell them if she wanted to.

Eventually, when her eyes flicked from one person to another, she said, “Because I’m one too?”

It sounded more like a question than a statement.

“How are you-” Damian asked confusedly, when Luka answered him.

“She’s Ladybug - superhero of Paris.”

Now it was their turn to be surprised.

“How did you know that?” asked Marinette.

Really, she needed to improve on her excuses - they were extremely see-through.

“You’re not as sneaky as you think, Marinette.”

Luka grinned smugly as the room burst out into shouts.

Ha! Take that.

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