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boldlyanxious · 2 years

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None the Wiser

Chapter 13

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None the Wiser series

Alya had been picked up by her dad but Gabriel had offered to let Marinette stay so she could avoid the reporters at the bakery. It was some time later before she was able to talk to Bruce. He was headed back to Paris as soon as he could to help with the press. He agreed that any statement should not be given when the press determined and that he would handle the press conference himself when he returned. He felt responsible because they had confirmed that she had been outed because of the gala.

One of the reporters who had been at the gala was a last minute replacement. He had previously been an intern working with Nadia Chamack and had remembered Marinette from the times she had watched Manon. Nadia had called Sabine as soon as the news broke because he had asked her about her babysitter’s parents’ bakery. She hadn’t known why he was asking but was certain that was how he found her.

Marinette couldn’t even feel bad about the reporter. He had only been doing his job. He hadn’t gone digging for the information; he just happened to know it through an unexpected series of circumstances. It would probably end up being very helpful to his career and hopefully wouldn’t do too much to Marinette after the initial buzz.

She and Adrien were talking about it for a while. He said the press usually isn’t a huge deal. Sometimes something big will happen like the perfume ad and he gets more attention on his birthday or Valentine’s day than the average person. It helped calm her some. Eventually they turned their attention to their homework. It was almost a relief after the stress to focus on something else even if it was homework. Probably best that she didn't have her phone to see all the buzz either.

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Tim frowned and tried again.

Marinette’s phone was definitely active. It had moved location from where it had been dropped but it wasn’t connecting for him to locate it. He had helped her with the security a bit. She had never worried too much about a password because it hadn’t been necessary. But her accounts and albums were locked on the phone and the phone had an actual password on it now. He did get confirmation that someone had it though. He attempted to call and it rang before being sent to voicemail. The phone was on but someone had rejected the call. He just had to finish getting the location.

Bruce and Jason had gotten on a plane already. They were the most immediately available. Bruce wasn’t fully available. He had a lot of work that he needed to get done but Tim could do a lot of that which was why he stayed behind and if it was too much Dick would be available to help. They would arrive not long before the school day started tomorrow but the patisserie was not going to open and Marinette was waiting until after the start of the school day to leave.

She had stayed at the Agreste Mansion overnight and Adrien would be arriving on time for school, giving the impression that she would not be leaving the house until after the press conference. It was about all they could do. Marinette didn’t want to miss school unless it couldn’t be avoided. Gabriel had offered shared use of Adrien's and bodyguard today and possibly for a few days until other arrangements could be made.

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Jason let Bruce check them into the hotel. He first went directly to the location Tim had sent to him to find out about Marinette’s phone. He didn’t have to wait long after knocking. The kid at the door looked as if he was already prepared to walk out the door and had paused to see who had knocked. Jason allowed his presence to speak for him before he said anything. His phone was in his hand and he called Marinette’s phone. The boy looked scared when Jason looked at his bag as it rang. He hung up and watched the kid as he put his phone away, the ringing cut to silence as they watched each other. Jason took a step closer. The boy looked like he wanted to slam the door but Jason’s large frame was already blocking it. He would have no chance.

“You have Marinette’s phone,” Jason said.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” the boy said with a shaking voice.

Jason smirked, “Sure, lie about it if it makes you feel better but I have come a long way for it and I will be leaving with it.”

“Even if I had it, I wouldn’t just let you take it. Marinette doesn’t deserve to have people digging through her life. I already hit one scummy reporter and I’ll do it again.”

Jason paused as the boy stretched himself as tall as he could and tried to take up more space. He was on the small side but he was trying to appear more threatening. Jason saw evidence of the fight when he gave the kid a once over. The hand on the door appeared to be bruised, as if it had been used to punch someone and there were two bandages placed together not fully covering a scrape along his arm.

“You got that trying to get the phone?”

“What phone?”

“The one I’ll be leaving with,” Jason said. “I’m not a reporter. I’m with the Waynes. I guess if you have heard the news I’m kind of her big brother.”

“There is a great story. I’d love to hear more but I’m late for school.”

“I like your style, kid. What’s your name?” The boy made a face so Jason clarified. “Your name so I can have Marinette call you on your phone to give permission to have you release the phone to me.”

“It’s Nathaniel. We are in class together.”

Jason called a number but they started walking while he made the call so Nathaniel could make it to class on time. It was only a minute before Nathaneal’s phone rang and he had a quick conversation before he dug to the bottom of his bag and pulled out the phone.

“I’m not sure if it was cracked when it fell or if it was stepped on. I did charge it because I thought I would give it to her at school or take it to her house if she weren’t there.”

Jason nodded before turning away with the phone. He didn’t let Nathaniel see the smile he got at the thought of Marinette having a friend who was willing to fight him rather than turn over information on her.

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Marinette arrived at school late.

She would miss the press conference because they were using that as a cover to get her out of the Agreste Mansion without being spotted. The idea of the press conference and related attention made her feel sick anyway. She arrived nearly halfway through the first class. Her teacher glanced her way as she snuck in but made no comment to her. She assumed he had already been made aware that she was showing up late so he allowed her to do so quietly. Luckily she managed it without stumbling around as she had done last time, but she was still the center of attention. She didn’t look at anyone as she sat down. She just pulled out her notes and focused fully on the teacher. That didn’t end up helping her actually manage to write anything down.

Her next classes were very similar. Everyone was watching her, wanting to know more. The next 2 she had with Alya so no one dared approach while she was on guard duty. She would stop them before they even approached and no one would risk Alya holding a grudge against them. Marinette actually managed to get some notes but she definitely didn’t do a great job of it. She knew Alya would let her see hers later so she wasn’t worried about it. She just needed to get through today.

She didn’t get a chance to talk to Nathaniel until lunch time. He was in her last class but she didn’t want to pause in the hallway to talk to him. Alya had gone to get her lunch so she could hide a bit. She saw him walking by with Marc and reached out to pull him over by his arm. He looked around for a second before he realized what had happened. Then he relaxed and pulled her in for a hug.

“Thank you for finding my phone, and protecting it,” she said.

“Of course. Are you doing okay? Do you need anything?” he asked.

She shook her head, “I’m fine. It’s all overwhelming but they have all done this before so I just have to listen and wait for the worst of it to be over..”

“That helps with the public management but not necessarily with how you are,” Marc said.

“So far, so good. Ask me again and that might change.”

She huffed slightly, not quite a laugh but with a smile and they all went quiet. They turned as a throat cleared behind them to get their attention. Marinette caught herself as Nathaniel yanked her behind him. She barely saw Noah before she was blocked from view by Nathaniel’s frame. Noah looked slightly startled by the response but he just ignored it and held out a few pages.

“It’s the notes from class this morning,” Noah said.

Nathaniel didn’t budge and Marc reached out to take them from him. He didn’t linger after. He turned and headed back out the door. He looked back at her and gave a small smile and then nearly turned into Alya as she came back in the room with lunch for them. A few minutes later, Adrien joined them. He said that Noah had told him where they were eating. No one else showed up so they assumed that he had only told Adrien knowing that they were close.

She and Adrien walked to class together after lunch. That helped a bit with the staring since Adrien still had a bodyguard nearby. No one wanted to be caught looking their way by him. She made sure to look for Noah and smile in thanks for the notes. It felt really good to have another person who seemed to not be trying to do things just because of who she was connected to. She had been serious when she told Bruce that trying to decide who was being sincere with her sounded awful. She really didn’t want to have to spend a lot of time or energy trying to decide whether people were actually her friends.

Luckily there were always people who would be the same. She knew she had a few good friends and then there was Chloe.

“Dupain Cheng, my father has informed me that now that you are a Wayne I am supposed to treat you like it,” she said, pausing to look down at her nails and then flipped her hair. “Feel free to tell him that I am, but otherwise stay out of my way.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Marinette turned away and headed to her seat. She had sat down and pulled out her notes as the teacher walked in. He handed her a note before moving back to the podium to start the lesson. The note was telling her to head to the office. She assumed it was about the press conference and how to make sure that she wasn’t bothered by reporters at school. She hadn’t even watched the press conference. She had seen other people watching but they were looking at her guiltily and turning away. She didn’t know how she felt about it. She would have been curious to learn something like this about a classmate. She had felt that way when she first learned who Adrien was so she didn’t want them to feel guilty but she also didn’t want them to treat her any differently.

She was met by a woman she didn’t recognize when she reached the administrative hallway.

“There you are, Marinette,” she said with a smile. “I’m here to talk to you about the expected arrangements until the buzz about you dies down a little. Please follow me.”

Marinette started to follow after her but she turned away from the offices.

“What room are we headed to and who else will be there?” she asked.

“Just over here.”

The woman opened a door and waited for Marinette to walk in ahead of her. She couldn’t see anything in the room but she had a bad feeling about it. She hesitated and the woman frowned at her.

“Is Directeur Beaufort joining us?”

“She is still meeting with your father. They gave me permission to start ahead of them.”

The woman motioned with her hand to hurry Marinette along. She took a couple more steps but it still didn’t feel right. She didn’t have a phone but surely someone would have told her something. In all the time she had known Bruce, he had never sent a message through a stranger. Also, even though Bruce was her father, her parents would still be included in anything related to schooling. Directeur Beaufort was very insistent on that. She had met most of the administrators and secretaries. She didn’t recognize this woman. She was absolutely certain that this woman wanted to talk to her but she didn’t think it was authorized. It was a trick to get her alone.

One that would be easily tested.

“I just need to use the bathroom first,” Marinette said, stepping away.

“Come on. You can do that after. We need to finish this before they arrive.”

When Marinette didn’t move towards her, the woman reached out to take her arm. A man appeared in the doorway. He had odd headphones on and Marinette checked the woman’s shirt, she was wearing a microphone pinned to her lapel.

“Don’t just stand there. Grab her.”

The man moved towards her but then stopped short. When the reporter looked back at him to see what the problem was, Marinette twisted her arm away. She shoved the woman roughly and ran back the way she came. She could hear the woman shouting for the man to let go of her. Apparently he wasn't aware of the circumstances of the interview. She hoped he wouldn’t lose his job for doing the right thing.

Marinette was almost back to the administrative hallway when she heard the crashes. Instead of getting herself to safety, she ducked into a closet to transform and face the woman again, this time as an akuma. She used her communicator to call the others and let them know what was happening. By the time they all arrived, Breaking News had smashed half the school and the people remaining were staring at the closest screen. That actually helped a lot that they were not changed into something more for them to fight.

The battle was over quickly and Robin had been particularly brutal against the akuma. Even once there was a crying reporter explaining her need to get the scoop, he scoffed and stormed off. Ladybug cast the cure and slipped away. She needed to make it to a place she could have been hiding before someone came looking for her.

The rest of the school was dismissed but Marinette still had to meet with the administrators and Bruce before she left for the day. Once again, Gabriel shocked her by opening up his home to her and her entire family for dinner. She would be staying another night and Bruce and her parents were discussing whether or not she would need a bodyguard temporarily or long term.

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princess-of-the-corner · 10 months

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This is a bit asking for your point of view. Something like that??

so uh, I'm doing like breakdown of characters and their relationship to each other and I'm currently on Marinette and Manon. As I thought about how they are being with Marinette as her babysitter, I came to 'Although alya is pretty good with kids?' and then it kind of hit me that Alya is good with children because she was once a child of her own who was taken care of by an older sister so she knows a little more about the thoughts of gremlins.

Now consequently I take Anansi and Marinette to be much more similar than they think because they both took care of a child without much previous experience. and somehow not knowing how to communicate well

Honestly Alya does also take care of little kids regularly because she has younger sisters. But yeah she probably had help from Nora earlier on.

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bl1tzm1k3 · 7 months

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Triplet Dupain Cheng AU

Post 2: Marinette Herself

The star of the original show herself. Obviously being an AU, Marinette is going to be different. How so from canon you may ask. Well, here it is:

Marinette's Similarities To Canon

Much like canon, Marinette is still a sweet, outgoing & joyful girl who's honest, kind, fair, & pure hearted.

She's still very much helpful to anyone & does her best to help in most scenarios.

Marinette is also still a very quick lesson & mistake learner.

She unfortunately still struggles with self-confidence & acts impulsively.

She's also still quite the klutz & still panics a lot.

She still loves fashion, Adrien & baking.

She's also still Ladybug with much of the same traits.

However that's where the similarities end.

Marinette's Changes From Canon

You want to talk about affectionate? This girl is one of the most affectionate people you'll ever meet. Warm hugs, friendly kisses, pats on head/back/shoulder, or even light friendly tackle. Marinette will make sure you won't go a day sad & mopey.

Her self-esteem is much better here as she's more confident in her abilities as a person & fashion designer.

Speaking of fashion, Marinette excels much more in this department. She's very efficient in designing & creating her clothes line & almost all of her clothes are made by her. Suffice to say that she's made many people's heads turn. I mean, she did make Michael his favorite shirts.

She doesn't have any sense of irrationality in her at all here compared to canon. Let's just say Lila gets a good spotlight above her head here like Chloe.

She can be almost, if not, as chaotic as her brother. Suffice to say that the girl squad can have a hard time wrangling her without Michael or Shelby around to help them when she's full on excited.

Marinette is a big time gamer here. Any game she picks up can be fairly judged by her ranging from after about an hour to a day of playing. Michael & Shelby follow behind her extremely closely in this regard.

When things don't go her way, Marinette tends to freak out more often than canon & requires a serious rehab from either family, friends or both when necessary. However, she can pick herself up if she has to do it alone.

Unlike canon, Marinette can act rather meek at times, being very reserved & nervous when not in the company of her siblings or friends or when she's scared of something or someone. It was very apparent when she first met the Akuma Class, Alya & Adrien. She finds it a miracle the people she's met so far are very understanding about it.

While she hates liars, she won't try to out lies without proof. Oop . . . another spoiler for Lila. Whoops.

Marinette can act mature even when she isn't Ladybug at the time. Some friendly advice from her isn't too far away if you need it.

Just like Shelby, she is very nurturing & loves babysitting, especially Manon. In fact, Manon is so used to how Marinette watches over her that she won't accept any other babysitter Nadja tries to offer.

When I said she's still a klutz, I really mean it. In fact she can even be twice as clumsy compared to canon when she's not aware of her surroundings. Thankfully her family is helping work on it & she's striving to be a bit of a perfectionist that doesn't take things to seriously.

Marinette can also tend to be both flustered & embarrassed very easily. As Michael would say, "Don't mess with her funky flow."

She's also just as imaginative as Michael & Rose to a certain degree.

Much like Michael, Marinette can curse quite a bit. Particularly when she's angry, being protective, scared, messing around with her friends or disgusted by something. However, she's much more reserved than her brother.

She's just as protective as Shelby. Unlike Shelby however, Marinette's protectiveness can range from nurturing & kind to violent & or possessive, but not the point where she's had to get her hands dirty . . . yet.

She's also very clingy but it's not just for her lover(s), it's for everyone she cares about; both friends & family.

While she can control her temper a majority of the time, when she loses it, she REALLY loses it. Suffice to say you don't want to see Marinette irritated by the slightest if you care about your own well being.

Finally, she isn't stressed about being Ladybug at all & managing her personal life as she has much better self-control & stress management. Not to mention Shelby & Michael know she's Ladybug from the start & don't get akumatized just like her.

That was all for Marinette. As for when she's Ladybug, she's mostly the same as canon, being Paris' favorite heroine with as big of a love for her city as her family with a high sense of duty.

However, she's much more serious in her job & likes to get fights done quick & clean. She can come off as cold sometimes because of this but everyone knows she cares about Paris & it's people.

Despite this though, she can still be lighthearted & puts up with Chat Noir's flirting & nicknames for her & loves his puns, even if she acts like she gets tired of them sometimes.

In fact, a lot of Parisians wonder why someone as serious & efficient as Ladybug would want a silly, goofy, & clumsy partner like Chat Noir, even though they won't deny he's equally as competent & can get the job done. However, as she will tell news reporters, she really doesn't mind putting up with her kitty & would not have it any other way. To her, he's the perfect partner & the best counterpart to her serious attitude.

Ladybug is also very creative with her fighting style & powers, picking up many video game moves & due to her getting to know Fu much earlier on & through personal discovery & training, the powers of the Ladybug can be put to much more effective & creative use.

Not to mention her excellent performance in crime fighting, creative mind & leadership skills saw her forming her Miraculous Team early & helped Fu discover something that could change everything the last Miraculous Guardian knew about the miraculouses. This however is s post for another time.

And there we go! That's Marinette's dedicated post complete. I will say this took a fair bit of time to write but not as much time as my first post. Stay tuned for the next few posts & feel free to ask about this & my other AU as well. Until next time, Bl1tzM1k3 signing out.

#marinette dupain cheng #miraculous au #miraculous ladybug #dupain cheng family #triplet dupain cheng au #miraculous fluff

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strangecreationchaos · 2 years

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ELRIEL and elain stans are calling gwyn evil because in that way elain will look like a goddess who is an absolutely the true evil character! and all elriels should burn in hell!!

my mind is blown after reading this kind of statements!!

first of all! i don't know who are those who calls gwyn's SA a lie! but it is not true! and most of us knows it! we have also read the same book and we also know what gwyn has suffered is real!

second thing! where exactly you find that elain is evil? what are those scenes? did she lure someone? was she using someone? no ! she is only tending to her little garden as u people say and occasionally trying to help her family! that's what is written in the book! so where do you found elain is evil?

and whats this childish immature behaviour! if you guys are teenagers stop reading an adult book that you don't even understand! no body is saying that gwyn can't have sex! the fact is the amount of uncomfortable moments she had with azriel since the beginning of the book and the way she is finally learning to be comfortable around him while the so called gwynriel fandom is drawing NSFW ARTS one after other while clearly azriel never showed a single physical desire towards gwyn is really what's making people awkward!

the only woman az wants to do all those things is elain! it's in the book! u can deny the canons as much as you want but stop being so hateful disgusting bitches!!

and it is you people who are making these gwyn the light singer theories to match the light and dark theme of elriel! but you guys should know that light singers are not a good type of people!! that's what cassian said!

so for the time being stop being such hypocrites!!! either choose one statement and stick to it! no one called gwyn evil but those who believe that she is a light singer and that doesn't absolutely means that she is negative! everyone have their flaws no character can be perfect! so she could be a light singer and not compulsory evil..there are many sarah j maas characters that are suspective like Nehemiah, like manon..like lysandra ...they are not negative characters..!! and may be sarah changed her mind on light singer theory and thats why after the completion of the blood rite she send gwyn back to her Library!

if you can't decide which gwyn you are shipping because damn your gwyn is definitely not the canon gwyn! because she has much more self-respect and character that you are even giving her credits for! by glorifying a second hand necklace and a second hand quote for her!! and making her a babysitter for azriel!

and stop using "those people should burn in hell!" for elriels p.s.that's elain's quote so it will be very wrong for anti elain's to use it.

you are not mature enough to read elain's book don't read it! no one is asking for your opinion! you want to villianize elain go for it! you want to change the canon gwyn's character and blend as per your choice to fit your imaginary azriel go for it!! but stop spitting venom and putting false allegations on elriels..and if you want to do so..do it under your personal tag! and stop barking in our asks and comment sections!

no one wants your daily dose of negative! it is ridiculous how people could have so much hatred and negative in them and can spread it in every day basis.. i am tired of watching these negative every morning! go get a life!

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silentmagi · 2 years

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Manon Chamack and Anya Forger - Anya vs Manon

Manon was not jealous of the new girl that was clinging to her Marinette, she was her bestest babysitter, not this Anya girl's.

Anya was not jealous of this girl Manon, having had Marinette for so long. She didn't even know how much that she had going for her.

There was not a cold war going on between the two girls glaring at each other as they hugged the confused teen's legs.

The chaos compels.

If you want to write one of these, please just link me

#fanfic summaries #Miraculous Ladybug #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #Manon Chamack #Spy x Family #Anya Forger

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monarch-maelstrom · 1 year

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I know I said in this post that I think that in Bluey Marinette would be mum (Chile) and Adrien would be dad (Bandit) but I was rewatching Double Babysitter and you can not convince me that Frisky and Rad don’t seem like Marinette and Adrien. Especially in this scene to me.

I thought it could be Marinette and Adrien babysitting Manon, Chris, Ella and Etta. But like doesn’t it seem like them?

#bluey cartoon #miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #i love it

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91062854-ka · 2 years

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Brianna Lockwood (Voiced by: Scarlett Johansson)

Civilian outfit:

As Loup Gris: (her hair covers her ears)

Character Information

Gender: Female ♀

Pronoun: She/her

Full Name: Brianna Lockwood

Other names:

Brie

Wolfie

Dudette

New Yorker Girl

Puppy Gris

Mutt

Species: Human

Hair color: Brown

Eye color: Ocean Blue (Pale Yellow as Loup Gris)

Age:

13 (season 1)

14 (season 2-5)

Height: 167cm (5'6")

Occupation:

Student at Collège Françoise Dupont (Class second deputy)

Superhero

Babysitter

Fashion Designer

Third-in-command of the French Miraculous superhero team

Fashion model

Voice actress

Likes:

Animals

Anime

Fashion

Arts & Crafts

Stars & Constellations

Gymnastics

Singing

Dancing

Swimming

Fencing

Ice Skating

Video games

Music (especially from Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale)

Dislikes:

Chloe Bourgeois

Lila Rossi

Liars

Mean girls

Fakers

Other girls flirting with Adrien

Chloe talking in third person

Failing

Bob Roth

Loved ones being harmed or in danger

Arguing with her friends and family

Alignment: Good

Social Information

Affiliations:

Tom & Sabine Boulangerie Patisserie

Jacob, Kathleen and Gabriel (brand)

Miraculous holders

French Miraculous superhero team

Kitty Section

Residence:

New York City, USA (formerly)

Lockwood mansion in Paris, France (currently)

Relatives:

Jacob Lockwood (Father)

Kathleen Lockwood (Mother)

(A/N: More family members are coming soon in the future)

Friends:

Loona

Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug (best friend)

Alya Césaire/Rena Rouge/Rena Furtive (best friend)

Adrien Agreste/Cat Noir/Aspik/Cat Walker

Nino Lahiffe/Carapace

Wang Fu

Plagg

Tikki

Wayzz

Mullo

Trixx

Longg

Pollen

Kaalki

Stompp

Roaar

Fluff

Sass

Ziggy

Xuppu

Orikko

Barkk

Daizzi

Manon Chamack

Mylene Haprèle/Polymouse

Rose Lavillant/Pigella

Juleka Couffaine/Purple Tigress

Alix Kubdel/Bunnyx

Luka Couffaine/Viperion

Kagami Tsurugi/Ryuko

Max Kanté/Pegasus

Lê Chiến Kim/King Monkey

Chris Lahiffe

Ivan Bruel/Minotaurox

Marc Anciel/Rooster Bold

Nathaniel Kurtzberg/Caprikid

Sabrina Raincomprix/Miss Hound (in the future)

Jagged Stone

Penny Rolling

Fang

Clara Nightingale

Marianne Lenoir

Aurore Beauréal

Jessica Keynes/Sparrow/Eagle

Aeon/Uncanny Valley

Majestia

Barbara Keynes/Knightowl

Dean Gate/Doorman

Fei Wu/Ladydragon

Mei Shi

Lian

Kang

Jiao

Harry Clown

Zoé Lee/Vesperia (Best Friend)

Didier Roustan

Enemies:

Hawkmoth/Shadow Moth

Akumatized villians

Mayura

Amokized Sentimonsters

Lila Rossi

Chloe Bourgeois

Félix Fathom/Flairmidable/Argos (formerly in the future)

Love Interests:

Adrien Agreste/Cat Noir (secret crush)

Félix Fathom/Flairmidable/Argos (secret crush)

Miraculous Information

Primary Wielded Miraculous: Wolf Miraculous

Camouflage mode:

Activated mode:

Charged:

Full (five minutes after using superpower)

Waning Gibbous (four minutes)

Last Quarter (three minutes)

Waning Crescent (two minutes)

New (one minute)

Power Source: Loona

Superhero identity: Loup Gris

Powers and abilities:

Gymnastics

Modelling

Speaking Chinese and Japanese

Fashion design

Sewing

Graphic design

Gaming

Violin, Guitar and Piano playing

Baking

Singing

Dancing

Swimming

Fencing

Hand-to-Hand Combat

Loup Gris's Full Moon and Night vision

Weapon(s): Loup Gris's indestructible bullwhip

Alignment: Good

Personality:

Brianna is a kind, caring and nice girl, she's also feisty, stubborn, and can get mad or annoyed at someone who accused her for something she didn't do or tries to get her in trouble. She loves her friends, family, and her secret crush, Adrien. She easily hides her jealousy whenever other girls such as Chloe or Lila flirts with Adrien. She knew Marinette has a crush on the same boy that she has a crush on, so she supports her, even though it'll break her heart if Adrien ever dates Marinette.

As Loup Gris, she is stronger and her confidence, cleverness, and bravery are more prominent. No matter the difficulty of her tasks, she does everything in her power to set things right while keeping up with her everyday responsibilities. Like Ladybug and Cat Noir, she is also clever with her words and occasionally enjoys making puns. She also shows her loyalty towards to the duo, and cares for them and will do anything to protect them. She is very loyal to her partners, but sometimes her loyal can get her into trouble since she doesn't want to get into a fight with them.

Trivia:

• The name Brianna means "Strong, virtuous and honorable".

• Brianna knows about self-defense even before getting her miraculous, so her parents signed her up to take Judo classes in New York since she was 5.

• Brianna is right-handed.

• Brianna's favorite place in Paris is the Luxembourg Gardens.

• Brianna's other abilities as Loup Gris besides her night vision are enhanced physical strength, enhanced speed, enhanced agility and enhanced reflexes. She also has enhanced senses, such as sight, smell and hearing. She also has retractable claws, which she uses to dig into surfaces and for climbing.

• The length of Brianna's bullwhip as Loup Gris is 12 ft long.

• Brianna as Loup Gris uses her bullwhip to latch onto buildings to propel herself forward when traveling, similar to Ladybug and Catwoman from Batman. Even though Brianna uses her bullwhip to latch onto buildings, she can still jump very high, just like a wolf.

• She likes to be called by her nickname or her full name, mostly her nickname.

• Ever since Brianna was a little girl, any animal she come across loves her for some reason. It may be possible she inherits it from her great-grandfather.

• Brianna is good at cooking since her mother taught her. She soon became good at baking after being taught by Marinette.

• Brianna is naturally flexible, being even more flexible as Loup Gris because of her enhanced physical abilities. But it was also because of her taking gymnastics from a young age, which also helps her avoid her enemy's attacks.

• Brianna used to sleep with her hair up as a child. But when she starts attending middle school, she puts her hair in a simple braid to sleep in and also starts wearing a sleep mask.

• Brianna can easily speak, read and write French, Japanese and Chinese.

• Brianna's favorite food is omelets.

• Brianna loves to sing and/or dance to her favorite rock star's songs, could be possible she inherits it from a member of her family who is also a famous rock star, but she doesn't know about it.

• While growing up, all boys around her secretly becomes attracted to her because of her natural beauty and her personality, could be possible she inherits it from four female members from her family.

• Brianna has a little habit of calling people by their last names and giving them nicknames, for instance, she sometimes calls Adrien and Felix by their last names while she sometimes calls Marinette "Mari".

• Sometimes Brianna is a model for her parents' fashion clothes and walks down the runway in style after being taught by the best fashion models.

• Brianna's birthday is on the same day as Marinette's, so her astrological sign is Leo, meaning her birthday is between July 22nd and August 22nd.

• Brianna once took ribbon dance classes at the age of 8, so to her, it was easy for her to use the bullwhip from her years of ribbon dancing.

(A/N: The Oc drawing belongs to Victoria aka Stinger from Quotev)

#miraculous ladybug #oc character #superhero #adrian agreste x oc #felix fathom x oc #love triangle

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abruisedmuse · 4 years

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Written for @ladywitchling, “Something with Manorian and children” Here ya go babes

WC: 4747

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"Manon, I'm sorry," he said, weaving his silken, slim tie underneath each other. Looping it into a knot pulling it flush against the white-collar, "I didn't think I'd be called in when I told Aelin we could."

Her arms folded tight across her chest. Leaning against the crowning of the door frame. Fixing him a pointed look through the mirror. Holding his gaze, gold meeting sapphire. She watched her husband run his long fingers through perfectly coiled blue-black hair.

"Since it was your suggestion. Why don't you take her to work?" she questioned, surveying the way his solid muscle moved underneath his button-down. Crimson lips pursing as her gaze swept over him.

He simply turned towards her, a lazy smile from a mouth that harbored all sorts of wicked things. Dorian pinned her against the door. A hand settling on her hip. Her palms splayed across his chest.

"I can't or I would. Besides, it’s not for long. Chaol said Duke needs to have a finance meeting immediately, " Manon rolled her eyes, huffing out a response while Dorian brushed his nose along hers, hovering his mouth over Manon's blood-red ones, "Are you telling me Manon Havilliard can't handle a toddler?" If it wasn’t displayed so roguishly on his handsome face, she could hear his mocking smile in the words.

Her lips curled upward, coiling at his tie bringing his lips hovering over hers, “Oh I can. And you will bring me that big bottle of merlot from Wendlyn Wines and sushi when you get home,” She tugged him a tad closer, feeling his breath hot against her mouth. Like the caress of a heated wind kissing her lips.

Dorian dropped a hand gripping her waist firmly. She in turn tilted her head, holding his gaze. His words fell from his lips, tone dark and sensual, “I’ll give you something big alright.”

He closed the short distance between them, nipping at her bottom lip before claiming her mouth. A soft moan came from her, slipping her tongue between his parted lips searching for his. Dorian pressed his wife harder into the door, hearing it smack against the wall behind them. Her hands slid up into the perfectly styled hair all set for a day's worth of meetings. Just when his hands moved to cup her pert ass and lift her. The doorbell chimed ringing through both floors of the house. Breaking apart from each other, both with heavy breaths and blushed cheeks. Manon fixed her loose fitted shirt the color of granite giving him a chaste kiss.

“Finish getting ready. I’ll get her,” She turned to leave their room.

He called out to Manon as she reached the hallway smiling at her with encouragement, “You’re gonna do great.”

“I know."

Dorian knew the way she said it, his wife wasn't so sure.

It wasn’t that Manon had some irrational fear of kids. She simply didn’t know what to do with them. Despite her cousin Asterin having one and Elide having two. Manon had successfully dodged babysitting. Until now. Two years into marriage and the question was like a battering ram. To her and Dorian both. Have you thought about kids? Do you know time is ticking? She was a thirty-year-old woman and they had a few years before “time was ticking”. The happily married couple had discussed it. Plenty of times and the answer was always the same. If it happens, then it was meant to be. The Havilliards were perfectly content with their huskies, Abby and Abraxos. That was their family. Having a child wasn’t on top of their lists. At least for Manon.

For Dorian, the more their friends had children the more she noticed the longing on his face. Whether it was family gatherings, dinners, or birthdays he was always with the kids. Playing whatever games they asked and roughhousing with them. Majority of the time a babe would be in his arms. Or an older child on his hip or his shoulders. The warmth and tenderness would fill her watching him play the role of fun uncle. Knowing how good he would be as a dad. Manon knew her husband only said if it happens to appease her. To let her know it was okay and he’d wait months, years for her to be ready. It seemed now, she would have a test to see if she was. If she’d ever be.

Manon walked out of their room and down the hall, following the loud noises of their dogs barking relentlessly in a chorus of excitement. She shouted at the door, knowing it was Aelin on the other side. Quickly she pulled the sliding glass door open ushering the dogs outside. Closing it after Abby stepped onto the porch. Manon rushed to the front door pulling it open with a twist of the knob. Aelin stood in the doorway, a backpack over her shoulder filled to the brim. Looking more like she was preparing Manon for a hike in the Terrasen mountains and not watching a child. Manon’s gaze fell to the girl, standing up to Aelin’s knee, Keira Whitehorn. Her hair primarily taking after her father. Though thanks to her mother most likely, it was a lighter shade. More of pale moonlight. Close to Manon’s. The girl sported evenly split pigtails that bounced as she swayed behind her mother. Besides the hair shade, she looked practically identical to her. Including the traditional Ashryver eyes, turquoise, and gold.

It was then Manon noticed the shimmer on Keira’s lips and the bright pink on her cheeks. Manon arched a brow at the look. Aelin must’ve caught the confused look in her eyes as she sighed.

“Kay refused to leave until she did her makeup. Because auntie Manon likes makeup. She’s in a copycat phase, “ Aeling said handing over the bag. Manon took it setting it inside her home, “It’s pretend makeup and will come off with water. Anyways, Good Morning.”

She thought most of the kids tolerated her because they loved Dorian so much. Honestly, she believed they were scared of her. Which was ridiculous although given her usual cold appearance understandable. It was never the kids' fault, Manon just had a people tolerance level and after some point, she was ready to go home and be with her dogs and Dorian. He always felt the same, Dorian just had a better way of masking it. Little Keira wanted to copy her, to be like her. Manon could truly say she was touched by this notion.

“Good Morning, “ Manon crouched down to Keira’s level, a softness in her voice that surprised even her, “Not bad, I could give you some pointers if you’d like, I might need a model... If your mother is okay with it that is.”

Keira gasped, eyes widening tugging on her mother's blazer, “Please oh please!” she begged, working her best puppy face.

“Your father would have a fit,” Aelin commented, running her fingers as if in thought before flashing a grin, “but his face would be priceless. Do it.”

“What are we doing?”

Manon heard her husband question as he stepped behind her. Keira shouted his name flying into his arms. Dorian hoisted her up, keeping her on the seat of his hips. Keira’s small four-year-old face lit up as bright as the smile on his. Gone was the seductive prowl of the man moments ago who almost took his wife against a door. Yet, Manon found him equally desirable at this moment.

“Manon’s gonna do my makeup,” she giggled.

“She is?” he quipped, looking over at her. Manon shrugged as if saying, it’s what she wants.

“I have to go. Thanks again you guys,” Aelin kissed her daughter's brow, “Don’t be a terror,” the girl twisted her brows pouting her face, “too much of a terror. I love you and I’ll see you tonight.”

Keira said her goodbyes as Aelin walked away shouting good luck. As she peeled out of the parking lot Dorian slid Keira into Manon’s arms. Manon kept her steady on her hip. She’s held kids before, but the feeling always felt off to her. Dorian pressed a quick peck to her cheek, as he ruffled the top of Keira’s hair musing up the perfectly brushed strands pulled into elastic bands.

“I should go too. The sooner I get this over with. The sooner I can come home.”

Manon nodded, “Remember your promise. Sushi and wine. The big bottle.”

He leaned over growling against her ear that sent a shiver down her spine, “I told you there’s something bigger I’d rather give you,” teeth nipping at her ear. Causing her body to heat at the wanton touch. Prick.

Manon squeezed Keira tightly as she stepped back, shoving Dorian in the shoulder as he laughed, “I'm holding a kid you rutting ass-” he cut his wife off with a quick searing kiss.

“Language Havilliard. There’s a child present,” Dorian quipped.

Manon glared at her ass of a husband. He grinned, his sapphire eyes shining bright in the sunlight. Suddenly his features turned soft and caring. Then Manon knew why he did what he did. To ease her tension. On the outside, she appeared calm and ready for a day with a four-year-old. On the inside, she was still nerve wrecked. Taking care of kids wasn’t something she knew nor understood. In mere minutes it would only be Manon and Keira. When Manon glanced over to the girl in her arms, with pretend makeup on for her. She felt the uneasiness begin to ebb away.

Dorian flashed her a glance that said, If you need me just call, but I think you’ve got this.

Manon placed the young girl down onto the cemented ground, approaching her husband kissing him ever so lightly on his lush lips, "I love you. Have a good day at work,” she responded in the way a loving wife would. Manon whispered into his ear far away from the peering ears of the toddler behind her, “Bring me my wine or that big thing can find your hand tonight.”

His only response was a low hungry purr. Dorian knelt to Keira, wrapping her in a tight embrace as he said his goodbye. How he can be in a state of primal desire and tender to a child in the same breath, Manon didn’t know. Only that her desire and love for him grew. With a wink and an I’ll call you later he left, leaving behind Manon and Keira as they went inside.

“Auntie Manon?” Keira questioned following Manon to the patio door. She didn’t wait for her aunt to respond, “You don’t have to worry. Mommy calls daddy a bastard all the time.”

“I see.” it was the only thing she could muster in the shock of this four-year-old saying bastard. Then again she is Aelin’s child.

After Manon let the dogs in and they kissed all over the little girl. The duo went to their food and skittered off somewhere in the house. Keira flopped onto the crimson sofa as Manon sat next to her. The little girl kicked her feet as her aunt chewed her bottom lip lost in thought. Manon was good at thinking on her toes, but with kids, she was unsure of what to do. Sure she promised her make up lessons. By Aelin’s response, she thought it better to wait until later.

The girl leaned back on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling, “Mama told me you met uncle Dorian on my birthday at the hospital.”

Manon bit back a smile recalling the memory of Asterin's thirteen-hour delivery and the sapphire blue-eyed idiot who wouldn’t leave her alone in the general waiting room, “I did.”

“So you fell in love and married because of me?”

“If that’s what you wanna think kid.” Manon drawled.

Things fell to another beat of silence. Manon was sure the dogs were sprawled out on her bed, napping. The living room felt still and awkward. She could hear the rustle of Keira’s tutu as she moved and twisted angling herself to look at Manon. Manon looked at her from the corner of her eyes as the girl watched her and she could tell Keira had more questions.

“Why don’t you have a baby? Do you want a baby? Mommy says you’re not sure. Daddy tells her it’s none of her business. She sticks out her tongue and then he gives her a spanking,” Keira rushed that all out in a single breath. It was more of Rowan and Aelin then she cared to know.

“Well you’re father is right. It is none of her business and I don’t know."

Manon prayed to whatever God would listen that this conversation would end and soon. She didn’t want to find some child-like way of explaining her fears. Terrified of being a horrible mother. Growing up she didn’t have a mother figure. Her mother and father passed away in a tragic accident. Her grandmother was a hard woman with a cold heart. Because of that Manon believed in the depths of her soul, she would parent with a cold harshness. That wasn’t what she wanted for any future child of hers.

“Babies are cute and funny. You should think about it. Can we watch Frozen and have a tea party?”

Manon furrowed her brows, tapping a finger lightly on her chin, “I’ve never had a tea party before,” she didn’t miss the confused look or the gaping on the small girl, “My grandmother raised me. She wasn’t a tea party kind of person. I learned how to shoot a bow, martial arts, Sword Fighting, which sounds insane now that I think about it.”

Keira’s eyes danced like rays of sun glittering on the clear ocean waters. Her smile grew from ear to ear. If Manon had any doubt this kid belonged to Rowan and Aelin, her excitement over this showed it. With Rowan being an FBI agent in a specialized unit called The Cadre, he knew various skill sets of a violent trade. Aelin took up jiu-jitsu as well as a routine fitness regime. Which Manon knew well being they worked out together. It was no surprise Keira marveled at her confession.

“What would your parents say if I let you play with a wooden sword in the yard?” she grinned.

Keira shot her an incredulous look too much like Aelin.

"I have toy swords all over my home."

"Welp," Manon slapped a hand on her leg, "To the yard. Beat me once I'll buy Frozen and order pizza for lunch. Kids like pizza right?"

Keira nodded jumping off the sofa, speaking with enthusiasm, "Deal!"

Perhaps, this kid thing wasn't all too bad.

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There were no other words to put it. Dorian simply felt bad for his wife. He had a whole day planned for them, but when Chaol called about a meeting his irritating second cousin, Duke demanded to be held today. Citing it needed immediate attention, Dorian had no choice in the matter.

He knew she wasn’t ready for kids if she ever would be. Despite their friends around them growing their families, It suited them both just fine. True, he loved kids. He loved playing with their nieces and nephews during get-togethers, holidays, and the like. A small part of him envied the fatherly joy beheld by Rowan, Chaol, and Lorcan.

He understood the depths of her fears. That it wasn’t the thought of having kids, it was Manon’s inner conflict. The fear of treating her children the way her grandmother treated her, with little love and a brutal life. That thought usually kept her away from kids, even her goddaughter. Dorian despised her grandmother for sowing these feelings so deep into Manon.

When the few times she was with Asterin’s daughter, Stella, or how she was with their dogs, he knew Manon would be the perfect mother. Harsh and stern when needed, yet loving them with such fierceness that even the mere thought made his heart swell with pride. He hoped with two of them watching Keira it would ease that fear. Now he was sitting here in a four-walled office tapping his fingers along the rich mahogany desk and she was home with a child and her fears swirling inside her like darkness.

As he waited for that damned prick, Dorian looked through his emails when the camera icon caught his attention. He might not be able to be with her, but he could watch her. Was it an invasion of privacy? Probably. Would she beat his ass for it? Yes. If he saw her acting like a mother, perhaps he could ease those wicked feelings. It was worth the risk. Clicking the icon and waiting for the cameras to appear he wasn’t prepared for the video that popped up.

There was his wife, her precious crimson blanket passed down from her family on her father’s side, wrapped around her neck like a cloak. Something in her hand, a wooden sword he assumed. Dorian rubbed his palm over his face, keeping it over his mouth hiding his laugh. His wife was in their yard with a play sword clashing against a toddler. Noticing Keira’s hair was now pulled into a braid just like Manon as the small girl charged at her, most likely with a warrior’s cry. His dogs running beside her.

He could envision himself there, with a child of their own running through the yard. With a kid and the dogs trailing behind as he or she chased down their parents. Until they would collide into each other, Dorian tickling the kid while he busied kissing his wife. Abby and Abraxos jumping in on the fun licking whoever they could. Or until one of them fell, like Keira just did of the gravel clutching her legs. He didn’t have to be there to know the girl was crying a wallop of tears falling down her small face. Manon threw the sword down undoing the blanket immediately scooping the girl in her arms and running into their home.

His phone rang as Dorian looked over Manon’s distressed face appearing on his screen. Flicking the answer key he held up his phone smiling at her pretending he didn’t witness the events that unfolded, “Having fun?”

“Dorian I broke the kid," Manon confessed

“Babe you didn’t break her,” he noted the worry hidden behind her golden gaze.

Keira was crying and whimpering in the background. From what he could see, Aelin’s daughter sat on the toilet. Legs propped up, with two bright red knee caps, a deep scarlet slowly trickling down. Manon wiped the blood away once more.

“I already cleaned both knees, but I can’t find any band-aids,” she rushed out, setting her phone down.

Dorian watched as she lowered herself to Keira. Brushing a thumb affectionately over the girl’s tiny hand. The touch he could tell was gentle like a mother’s caress. Manon tucked a stray strand behind her ear.

“You’re a tough girl right?” she said soothingly. Keira sniffled, nodding her head. Manon took a tissue wiping Keira’s tears away, “Tough girls can cry when we get hurt, but we’re strong right?” Another nod followed by a smile from his wife, “ Tough girls dry there eyes because these,” pointing to her knees, “Are your battle scars from defeating the evil witch queen. You should wear them with pride.”

“Okay,” Keira’s voice was barely above a whisper. Dorian was lucky enough to hear it, “We can watch Frozen now? With pizza and a tea party?”

“Soon as I find the band-aids."

Dorian refused to bring attention to what he witnessed. He’d save that for later.

“Manon look on the top shelf in the cabinet. We have a first aid kit in the kitchen too.”

Picking up the phone she replied, “Thanks. I’ll text you later.” and then she clicked off the phone.

Dorian sat in this meeting bored out of his mind. What any part of this couldn’t wait till Monday he didn’t understand. He was only half paying attention to the discussion. His mind on other things as in his wife having a tea party with pizza and Disney films. Being the CEO of Havilliard Enterprises he knew this was highly unprofessional. However, as the man in charge, he could do as he pleased. To which included pulling his phone out and accessing the security cameras of his home. Dorian leaned into the armchair of his cushioned leather seat. Eyes scanning the small squares until he found the camera angled in his living room. If the swordplay warmed his heart, this melted it entirely.

There sat Manon, her back braced against the sofa, tucked in between the base and the coffee table. A box opened in front of her that Dorian figured was pizza. He stifled a laugh seeing she had two coffee mugs on the table and not teacups. It was hard to tell what part of the movie was playing. Seeing Keira twirling around and pulling Manon to her feet, he knew the iconic song that every parent abhorred was about to play. The pride and love in him radiated watching Manon pretend to use ice magic and what he guessed was sing with Keira.

“Mr. Havilliard I had no idea fiances put a smile like that on your face,” Perrington commented in a way that seemed to be a falsified attempt at pleasantries, “Or was I disturbing something important?” he questioned raising his brow.

It was this moment, Dorian knew he’d have enough. This dreadful meeting could wait. He wanted to be near his wife and niece.

Turning his phone off returning it to his pocket as he stood grabbing his blazer from his chair, the faintest glare on his face, “Truthfully Mr. Perrington. I find this immediate finance meeting on a Saturday unimportant. Nothing you have mentioned needed any sense of urgency and could have easily waited until Monday,” Duke went to speak and Dorian held up a hand, “I’m not finished. To answer your question yes you did disturb something important today. If you’ll excuse me I’m going to leave now and we can continue this Monday. Disturb me again when things do not need urgency and you will find yourself out of a job,”

“You wouldn’t do that to your second cousin would you?”

Dorian had to reign in the gag at his pathetic attempt of innocence.

“You mean the same cousin who believes I am unfit to run this company?” Dorian’s smile turned wicked almost lethal striding over to him, clapping a shoulder on the older man squeezing it tightly, “Enjoy your day Duke,” Dorian lowered his head down, “My warning holds. I will fucking fire you.”

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With that Dorian walked away from the grey walled meeting room, leaving a raging Duke Perrington behind. Dorian didn’t care, he was going to go home.

Opening the door with Manon’s favorite merlot in hand, he noticed it was quiet. Too quiet for a four-year-old and two dogs. As if they heard him thinking Abby and Abraxos showed up. Dorian hung his keys on the wall before petting them. He looked around for any movement and saw nothing. The couch was empty and the tv stayed on the rental screen. Settling the bottle on their counter he walked through the house.

“Man? I’m home,” he wondered if they were hiding from him. He did send her a message after all. Maybe they were trying to spook him, “Babe?”

His shoes tapped along the wooden flooring down the hallway. Checking everywhere he could think, even their bedroom. No one. His heart started racing. They weren’t outside and Manon’s car was in the driveway so they didn’t leave. If anyone broke in there was no sign of struggle. Rounding the corner he noticed their library door ajar, though the lights were off. Still, he pressed on pushing against the ivory door. This was Aelin’s kid he should have looked here first.

“Manon?”

Still nothing.

He moved past the various shelves of books. All lined with fantasy, history, and whatever books caught their eyes. Walking past four aisles he wandered into the reading space. In between, two wing-backed chairs he found blankets tied on the knobs of each one, a faint glow coming from within. Dorian silently stepped forward, crouching when he opened the lip of this makeshift tent. Immediately he pulled his phone out to snap a picture before crawling inside.

In the tent, there were pillows scattered across the floor. Manon and Keira huddled in a corner a protective arm wrapped tightly around the little girl. Keira nuzzled into the nape of his wife’s neck. A small hand resting on her chest. Manon’s hand settled over Keira’s hair. Both of them breathing deeply as they slept. Carefully Dorian slipped next to his wife. The tips of his fingers, gingerly running across her arm kissing her brow as he did so. Manon shifted ever so lightly leaning into him. Her hold on Keira remaining tight.

“You’re home earlier than expected,” she whispered keeping her eyes closed.

“I can leave,” he suggested. “And take your wine with me.”

Golden eyes flashed open as quick as she could, Manon turned at him, “Don’t you dare,” she paused, “and my sushi?”

He pulled her and Keira in tighter, his nose brushing along her neck, “I was thinking after Aelin picks up Kay we can order sushi, finish what we started earlier…” he trailed off.

Manon hummed her approval, “practice making a baby,” the way she suggested it gave him the implications she was serious.

He blinked once, twice. His mouth opening several times to speak yet no words would come, until he swallowed thickly as her statement sunk in.

“Manon...Are you serious?” She turned to face him carefully slipping out and away from Keira. Sitting up Dorian followed her movements.

She thought about her day with Keira. From the sword playing to the fear and maternal instincts that kicked in when she fell. Even in her panicked moment how Dorian, unknowing to him calmed Manon. After Manon placed a bandage on her knees, Keira flung herself from the toilet hugging her. At first, she froze surprised by the action, then she returned the hug. Since then she didn't think as a sitter, or an aunt, she thought as a mother. To test it out. Manon pictured her husband with her doing these things, the movies, dancing, innocent duels, and stories in a tent.

When Keira asked for story time in a tent. They built one together, the one they sat in now. It was this moment that truly settled the notion everything would be fine. When Keira snuggled up to her as she read the book about a pig named Olivia. Occasionally Manon would glance over to the empty spot, thinking of this situation with Dorian and a child of their own. It struck her how badly she wanted this. There was an ache, a burn in her chest knowing in a couple of hours and after she does Keira’s makeup, she will be childless again. Until the foreseeable future. And she hated it.

Manon knew not every day would be perfect. There would be days she struggled. That Dorian would struggle. Days where they would argue and days where their kids would be at their absolute worst. Seeing this girl look at her today like she was the world. Filled her with a feeling she couldn’t possibly describe. It was a sensation that made the fear and those soon to be harsh days worth it.

Manon glanced over at Keira watching as she started to stir under the blanket, “Being with her today and you not being here. I kept thinking of what it would be like for us to be doing these things with our own, “turning to face Dorian once more, “I want that Dorian. I want our family to grow. I know on low days as a parent I’ll have you and you won’t let me fall.”

Dorian pulled her into a warm embrace, wrapping his arms around her. Resting his head over hers. Manon ran her hands down the expanse of his back, “I saw you on the security cameras playing with her. I watched you, heard you comfort her when she was hurt. Manon, you will be amazing as a mother and yes I won't let you fall. I'll be here. Always."

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bugaboowritings · 5 years

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Manon And Her Babysitter (A Masc!Marinette Fic)

Manon being a Mood for 2393 words straight.

I have like 30 wip’s (not all Masc! Mari fics, I’m working on a new au and maybe even in a zine-fingers crossed) and school is starting for me so heads up if I don’t post much. Or post less than I did before. Writing is a stress reliever for me so you may notice a pattern when I post.

This Masc! Mari (aka Marin Dupain Cheng) AU based off the lovely @daloochsdoodles and their art. Please check them out.

Marin didn’t think that a girl with eyes the size of dinner plates would take such a liking to him. Asking him about his day or take her to parks when she visited.

Manon didn’t think that a headstrong teen would have so much patience with her. Even at her worst and crankiest moments in the day. ——

Alya once told Marin that he intimated her when she first entered the school gates on her first day. His height and dark clothes just added to the anxiousness of the new school, new town, new people growing in her stomach. Alya felt smaller than the head on the tiniest pin needle or a mouse in a garden of starving foxes. Of course, Alya would never let anyone push her around but ideas like that just bubbled over in her mind. Yet the growing worry disappeared the moment Marin looked at her -and flashed a sunny smile.

However, to be fair, Alya later confessed that Marin could never be scary even if he tried. His warm aura, his soft pastel Jagged Stone sweatshirt, with his charming features was the total package of a fluffy boyfriend that anybody, whether their sexuality, would want to wrap their arms around. He’s a soft man. Even with his tall and strong build.

So at this instant, in his family’s living room, he didn’t know if his face looked like the soft friend Alya knew and loved or the intimating teenager that could cut diamond with a stare. His question was answered when the girl that hid behind her mother’s legs gave him a toothy smile. As toothy as she could make it with two of her front teeth missing.

Marin gave a gentle smile back, waving to her before he went back to his tablet. Annotating an article about the American Revolution for history class. Saving the key details in his head to use in the upcoming class debate while relating it back to the French Revolution. Clicking the screen with his stylus some more before his mom called him over.

“Honey, I want you to meet my friend, Nadja.” Sabine introduced, motioning him to show his good manners. Marin reluctantly slips out of his comfy position on the couch. Shaking Nadja’s hand while his mother continued.

“She used to come to the house all the time when you were little! It’s been years since I could remember you guys standing in the same room.”

“Your mother talks a lot about you-”

“Marin, but some people call me Mari.”

“AND I’M MANON CHAMACK!” The little girl yelled excitedly. Sniggering to herself when she got Marin’s attention. Proudly standing in front of her mother while her body rocked back and forth on the balls of her heels. Marin couldn’t help but share her infectious smile. Reminiscing when he was around Manon’s age. How he would try to get noticed by the older kids at school or in family reunions. Making himself seem like the coolest kid ever or just hovering over big kids before they bothered to include him in their games.

Nadja and Sabine smiled at each other, fighting the urge to laugh at Manon’s sudden introduction. Sabine quickly invited them in and out of the doorway. Nadja instinctively followed Sabine when her eyes lingered on her daughter. Praying that she wouldn’t cause too much of a ruckus for Marin.

Marin squatted down to meet Manon’s height.

“So what brings you here, Manon? Have any plans for the day?” He asked. Letting this kid be a healthy distraction from his report.

Manon swang her body side to side, taking in a breath before rambling. “Mom says that she plans to take me to the park if I’m SUPER good when she’s here with your mommy! Maybe even get a cookie from the bakery too!” Skipping her way in and passing Marin. Jumping a little higher as the thought of having a baked good made Manon’s mouth water.

“MAYBE I should even get a brownie! With sprinkles! Or maybe just a WHOLE cake with blue frosting!” Giggling to herself some more before her loud voice went over the list of treats she likes.

“Aren’t you rambunctious,” Marin sighed. Following Manon into the house (while she asked what rambunctious meant) before shutting the front door closed.

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“I have a friend with your name. At least it sounds like it.” Manon explained between her bites on her brownie. Still warm from his mother’s kitchen with hints of pinks and blues from the sprinkles Manon added. Crunching them under her tongue. Unintentionally making her mouth a light shade of purple.

“Yeah,” Marin answered. Holding Manon’s hand as he held the other with the animal balloon that he bought (*cough* with no influence from the baby doll eyes *cough*). “What’s their name?” He asked. Looking back and forth for any cars as they crossed the street.

“Maribelle. She’s pretty cool and foreign. Gave me half of her cookie so we’re friends now.” Manon nonchalantly said. Unaware that her friendship was bought, but from the looks of it, she didn’t mind too much about it. “Now that I think about it, Mari sounds like a girl name. Right?” The little girl said innocently.

“Yeah, it was in a way,” Marin replied easily, checking for incoming traffic until they reached the sidewalk. “But things change.” Giving Manon a smile which she returned after wiping the chocolate off the edges of her lips.

“You wanna go on the swings?”

“Last one there is a rotten egg!” Manon snickered. Running as fast as her legs could take her to the empty swing set. Leaving Marin in her dust.

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“PLEASSSEEE MARI!” Manon cried. Collapsing onto the ground and kicking her feet in the air. All as Marin stood firm on his promise with Nadja.

Don’t let her eat sweets after 7 pm.

“No.”

Earning him another anger huff from the little girl.

Nadja was off handling another story that needed to be scripted and filmed on the same day. Extremely unrealistic for someone to do, but Nadja was up for the challenge if it meant that she could have a full week off with her daughter. The exhausted, workaholic mother promised Marin that she would be back before 11 pm. However, he pushed back his tutoring session from tomorrow morning to tomorrow in the afternoon just in case she came in later than that.

Till Nadja arrived, Marin was ready to handle a cranky six-year-old for the next three+ hours.

Manon, now a cranky and sleepy six-year-old, stopped tossing and turning on the ground. Stretching out her arms and legs like a starfish in defeat. Closing her eyes and slowly opening them again.

“Tired?” Marin asked, placing his hands on his hips.

Manon nodded, lifting herself off the ground. “Can I have Unicorn Puffs for a snack now?”

“I’ll make you a fruit bowl with fresh strawberries and melon.” Marin reasoned. Recalling that Unicorn Puff Cereal was also a “no” in Nadja’s list.

“I can put that one chocolate drizzle you like on them though.” He sighed, lowering himself to Manon’s level.

The little girl shot up from the floor, her twin-tails bouncing with her quick nod. Gaining back her energy and beaming her toothy smile. Now complete thanks to her new front teeth.

“Deal.”

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“Look, Marin! It’s that one person from your magazines!” Manon wooed. Amazed that the model’s hair was as shiny in real life like it was in the glossy pages of Vogue. Wanting to feel it as she stepped towards them before getting pulled back.

“Oh my gosh, Manon! Look the merry-go-around is empty. You should totally go there!” Marin hissed, ignoring his friend/unicorn’s laughs. Pushing Manon towards the carousel. Away from the shiny person taking pictures from the fountain.

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Manon choked on the sobs that threaten to come up her mouth. Her face felt hot like the time she threw up all the sugary goods that turned bitter in her stomach. However, this type of sick didn’t make Manon’s belly flip in pain, but her tiny heart beat faster and her palms lost their grip on Alya’s hand. She wanted her mommy to smoothen her nerves or Marin to pull her in one for his hugs. Wishing she could smell the fabric softer his mother buys on his sweater or hear her mom tell her that it would be okay in the end.

-But no matter how much Alya distracted her, Manon could only watch the ice around her grow thicker and thicker. Looking towards the outside was harder as the ice grew mistier. The firefighters outside tried to explain how they would get them out as if to calm them down but Manon couldn’t hear them and the ice made them look all distorted and ‘wriggly’.

“Lady Beetle and Chat Noir will save us. Right?”

Manon remembering back to the dolls Marin sewed of the heroes. How they sat on his shelves with a smile. Wondering if they would look that friendly when they pull people out of danger. Or if they really win every time when an Akuma comes and hurts Paris.

“Of course! They’re superheroes."Alya smiled. Pulling her face towards her. Grinning like everything was okay, even when it felt like it wasn’t. Rubbing circles on her back to keep her warm.

"They always save the day. We just have to trust them.”

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Lady Beetle jumped from building to building before landing on the ice dome that shielded the merry-go-round from the summer heat. Showing no usual signs of melting. Making him less surprised when he felt the toughness and chill of the temperature drop from the ice through his suit.

Lady Beetle doubted it would make a dent, but he still whipped his yo-yo around the ice capsule. In an attempt to crack it or even split the whole thing. The yo-yo didn’t do much like the firefighter’s axes. Huffing in frustration before seeing a little girl clapped her hands against the ice.

“Manon-”

“LADY BEETLE!” She cried out. Getting the woman behind her to do the same.

“Alya,” Lady Beetle whispered. Rushing over to them.

“LADY BEETLE!” Manon yelled again, softer than the last as LB got her level. He resisted the urge to tell Manon everything. That he’s sorry for leaving her for even a moment when he promised her to protect her. Sorry about ignoring her the whole day and pushing her aside for one of his complex plans on getting a date. Sorry for not stopping Stormy Weather from trapping them in a chilly container. Even apologizing that he didn’t buy the ice cream she wanted.

However, then would blow his identity.

Lady Beetle rolled his words in his mouth, having to settle for the “You will be okay, I’ll get you out” line. Swallowing his uncertainty as he heard Stormy Weather crackled her umbrella to form a hurricane in Chat Noir’s direction. Who tried their best to push Stormy away from the citizens.

Lady Beetle looped his yo-yo in his fingers. Ready to throw it before Manon called out to him.

“I trust you.”

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Marin hurried before the reporters could mog him for an interview or bumble questions about the Akuma attack today. Chat Noir left before their miraculous give out and Marin just needs to see if Manon and Alya were okay. The Miraculous cure would have healed them if anything happened yet that didn’t make Marin feel any better though when he reached the park and they weren’t there.

“MANON! ALYA!”

He called, running around for a bit. Knocking into someone, promptly saying sorry before spinning his head around to find his friends. His lungs drew sharps breaths the more he ran. Stopping when he heard a small shout calling his name.

“MARI!”

“Manon! Alya!”

Rushing into Manon’s hug. Glad to see her again and even better to feel that being trapped in a chilly ice dome for an hour didn’t give her a fever. Manon’s little hands pulled on Marin’s face, making him face her big, goofy grin. Alya behind her having the same one plastered on her face, only to punch Marin’s arm and scold him for scaring them shitless when he disappeared when the Akuma nearly froze all of Paris.

“YOU WILL NEVER BELIEVE WHO WE SAW TODAY!”

“Wh-”

“LADY BEETLE!” Manon screamed. Almost making Marin drop her from the shock of her roar. From there Manon continued to gush about the red hero. How they tried to get them out and then promised to beat the Akuma to save them. How high they could jump, making it seem that they could fly over buildings. How Chat Noir and Lady Beetle worked together to save the day. Plus how cool Chat Noir looked when saying “Cataclysm”. How the magic ladybugs fixed everything for good and how-

“I’m just glad you’re okay, Manon.” Marin sighed. Chuckling as Manon tried to mimicking Lady Beetle calling on their Lucky Charm. Alya stole Marin’s attention while she happily flipped through the photos of the Akuma to post on the Ladyblog. Mentioning how some filters were needed to make the picture clearer. Even catching a video of the magical ladybug effortlessly fixing buildings and basically 'curing’ all the victims that got swept up in Stormy Weather’s scheme.

Marin was just relieved that everyone was fine and well as people gawked at the aftermath of Lady Beetle’s damage-control or how the girl with the once cursed umbrella now happily smiles on TV announcing that the weather channel will now have two hosts.

——— All as a certain black cat sprang down to an alley. Dropping the magical transformation and swiftly returning to their life. Slipping their way back into the park where a restless and provocative photographer sat and a large gorilla- uh, I mean bodyguard searched for him. Leaving the small piece of freedom they have behind to return to their civilian life. Not before knocking into someone that looked too familiar to just be a stranger.

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ladybookstan · 2 years

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Headcanon - Baby Manorian✨

The part two is here!!

Manorian would surely be the parents of a Little Witchling.

Her name would be Asterin Blackbeak Crochan Havilliard. The Crown Princess of Adarlan and the Heir of the Crochan Witch Clan.

Dorian would always have a stupid smile on his face every time he saw Manon breastfeeding. It would be the same smile he wore when she had a belly the size of a watermelon and was complaining of back pain.

When Manon was pregnant and her belly began to grow, Dorian would read to her every night. The two of them would always be sure that they would be parents to a Witchling, so Dorian would read stories and more stories and always be running his hand over Manon's swollen belly and talking to his daughter.

Manon would pretend not to be enjoying all the attention and care that Dorian would give her, but deep down her heart would palpitate and sometimes skip a beat from so much happiness.

Baths in the bathtub with conversations about each other's day or just daddy telling a story would be Manon's favorite moments.

On some afternoons, Manon would go to the gardens, find a well-hidden spot and stay there, smoothing her big swollen belly and often, looking up at the sky, thinking about the Thirteen.

Abraxos would be with her, being a bodyguard, babysitter, and friend. He would be sniffing flowers, even plucking some and taking them to Manon, who would jokingly hit him calling him a "Soft Hearted Beast", Abraxos would just snort and curl up on her side.

Manon would smile at this and look up at the sky again, this time she would talk to the Thirteen.

The Queen would talk to her cousin, Asterin, to Sorrel, Vesta, Ghislaine.... She would tell them how happy she would be, really happy. And she would tell them how much she was missing them all, how much she wanted her Little Witchling to meet the Thirteen.

Abraxos would be the comforting presence at her side.

Manon and Dorian would be "full-time Owl Parents," especially when Asterin was a baby. Together or individually, they would always stop by her room at least five times during the night just to check if she was all right.

Elide and Chaol would be Asterin's godmother and godfather and would spoil her too much, but in a good way.

When the teeth started to grow and that phase came, Manon would not part with Asterin, she would be furious and feel helpless to see her daughter in pain and not be able to do anything about it.

Then Dorian would hug her and say that this was just a phase, something necessary for their daughter's development, but that it would soon pass. Manon would punch him in the biceps and say something like: "Don't pretend you're handling this better than I am, Princeling.

Asterin's first word would be "Dada."

Dorian would be arriving shortly after an annoying meeting with some lords and then he would find Manon and the baby sitting on the rug in front of the fireplace; when Asterin saw him, she would raise her little arms and shout excitedly and smiling "Dada!" Dorian would widen his eyes and in a few steps, he would be taking his daughter in his arms and spinning her in the air with a giant smile.

Manon would be watching with a radiant smile (and one that few people would have seen before).

Asterin's second word would be "Mama" and then she would go on the long journey of pronouncing Abraxos' name.

Speaking of him, the Wyvern would be overprotective to the max and take care of Asterin even before she was born.... Refusing to fly when Manon was in the last months of her pregnancy.... Supporting Dorian in discussions - to persuade Manon to rest and stay still for a minute or to make her eat healthy food -.

Dorian would build a balcony big enough for Abraxos to have his own nest near the couple's bedroom, and a few years later, near Asterin's bedroom.

The young princess' firsts steps would be with Dorian holding her little arms and walking towards Manon sitting on the floor. Waiting with one more of those radiant smiles.

After a storm, one night when Asterin was four or five years old, Dorian would be asleep and when he turned to put his arm around his wife's waist, he would find a little body wrapped in a pink blanket in the middle of the bed, Asterin would already be snuggled up against her mother and sleeping soundly.

Dorian would just smile and wrap his arm around the two most important women in his life, his queen and princess.

Vacations in Perranth with Aunt Elide and Uncle Lorcan were guaranteed when Asterin was a little older. Besides being best friends with baby Chaorene, Asterin would love and have great adventures with baby Elorcan.

(Maybe it's just me, but Elide is 100% a boy's mother.) So I can see how Asterin would be the little princess of her aunt and uncle.

Asterin Blackbeak Crochan Havilliard would have Lord Lorcan Lochan wrapped around her finger. Something like, "Uncle Lorc, give me a piece of the chocolate pie, please." He would, even though Manon would have a heart attack if she knew.

Or else when the princess' fight training sections arrived, Lorcan would personally take it upon himself to train her with the simple motive of: "My niece needs to know how to kick the ass of any male being who approaches her and is not family."

A friendship would begin to emerge between Manon and Lorcan from then on.

Dorian's heart might burst with pride the first time Asterin showed signs of possessing raw magic as well. Then they would begin their own training sessions, which would almost always end in laughter.

As the years passed, Asterin would grow into a beautiful young woman, with dark hair like her father and golden eyes like her mother.

Flights with Abraxos and her mother early in the morning, listening to stories about the Thirteen - and having sure Manon smoothed out some parts -, afternoons in the libraries - often, accompanied by her father -, walks in the gardens, training sections with Uncle Chaol - when she was in Perranth, they would be with Uncle Lorcan - ... A bit of Asterin's routine.

But not everything would be just fun, there would be the moments of behaving like The Crown Princess of Adarlan and the Heir of the Crochan Witch Clan. But Asterin would like even that more serious and strict part because she would know that her parents would always be there to support and teach her. Then she would be fine.

From a young age, Asterin would show to be a kind, intelligent and gentle girl. At first, this would frighten Manon. Never in a thousand years would she have imagined having a daughter like Asterin. Soon, the doubts, the questioning, and the self-charges would come. "What if I'm not a good enough mother?", What if I'm not the mother Asterin deserves?"

Dorian would always be there to send those questions away.

So would Elide.

And Asterin, would always make it clear how lucky she would consider herself to have Manon and Dorian as her parents.

The mess would be complete when Asterin, Baby Chaorene, Baby Elorcan, and Baby Rowaelin were together. Every man for himself!

Teaching Asterin to control the raw magic within her would be one of the best parts of Dorian's days. He would try to act like a real teacher instead of a totally silly father with pride for his daughter.

Sometimes Manon and Dorian would watch Asterin fly off with Abraxos and they would exchange a look that speaks something like, "We did a good work." And then they would smile at their Witchling Princess.

So Asterin Blackbeak Crochan Havilliard, would grow up to be a gentle and educated young woman. Surrounded by people who love her and in a Better World.

#i loved doing this #❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️#baby manorian #this headcanon....💕✨#manon blackbeak #dorian havilliard #dorian x manon #the thirteen #abraxos blackbeak #manon crochan #the king and the queen #throne of glass series #uncle lorcan😂😂#but this is cute #The sky is almost falling with so much rain here where I live. A great weather to write in 😋🙂

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immaturityofthomasastruc · 3 years

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IOTA Reviews: Simpleman

Hey, remember the episode of Batman: The Animated Series, “I've Got Batman in My Basement”? You know, the one where Batman is knocked out by the Penguin, so some kids have to drag his unconscious body back to their house and fight off the Penguin's goons with Home Alone-esque traps until Batman recovers? You know, the one the showrunners thought would be a good debut episode for the Penguin? You know, the one that even Bruce Timm voiced his displeasure for and didn't try and prop it up as an incredibly deep metatextual episode that only children were smart enough to understand? Yeah...

Let's get into the sixteenth (chronologically the nineteenth) episode of Miraculous Ladybug's fourth season: Simpleman

We start off with everyone's favorite annoying child character Marinette keeps agreeing to babysit for some reason (I'm guessing it's because her news reporter mom pays her a lot every time), Manon, snooping around Marinette's room, and comes close to discovering the Miracle Ball, though Marinette thankfully stops her. But because Marinette is the self-sacrificing person she is, she then agrees to babysit Alya's younger twin sisters, Ella and Etta, as well while Alya goes to the movies with Nino, who in turn dumps his little brother Chris off with Marinette, leaving her with four energetic little children.

Is Marinette the only babysitter they know? Why can't Alya's older sister Nora watch after Ella and Etta? Oh wait, that's because we wouldn't get any hilarious moments with the kids playing with the Kwamis like that one scene from Toy Story 3.

(Apologies in advance for the quality of the subs. It's all I could find while writing this.)

You know, for a show targeted towards children around the age of these characters, it seems like the showrunners don't really have a high opinion of children given they all have the same personality that boils down to “selfish, whiny, and doesn't respect boundaries”. I mean, come on. Astruc himself has mentioned he has kids, so you'd think he'd know how to actually write them as characters and not like they all watched too many Caillou reruns.

In order to distract the kids, Marinette decided to put on a movie for them, and they all want to see the in-universe Ladybug and Cat Noir movie. I'm not sure if this is a result of her being stressed because she's Ladybug, or because she actually thinks the movie sucks, but I appreciate her not being a fan of it either way.

Just then, Marinette gets a call from Adrien, who asks for her help in fixing his costume for a shoot he's doing at the Eiffel Tower. Granted, I'm pretty sure the costume designer should be able to fix it, but I'm pretty sure this is because Adrien wants to see Marinette or get to know her more as a friend—why am I asking this when it's obvious the writers are slumming it this episode? And what kind of costume is Adrien wearing for the shoot?

WOW. The writers aren't even trying to disguise their metaphors with Adrien anymore.

Marinette obviously doesn't want the Four Twerps of the Apocalypse to accompany her (it makes a lot more sense when you remember Manon ruined Marinette's chances to be in a shoot with Adrien all the way back in “Stormy Weather”), so she decides to drop them off with the only available family member, her grumpy, obviously not racist, just chose to alienate himself from his son after he “added rice to his bread recipe” grandfather, Rolland. Once again, nobody in this episode seems to understand the concept of a time out when both Marinette freaks out over the kids playing with all the antiques in Rolland's home. She takes out her laptop for the kids to watch the Ladybug and Cat Noir movie, but Rolland struggles to understand the modern technology, though I'm pretty sure he's just worried he'll accidentally crush it with his gigantic fingers.

So Rolland decides to sit down with the kids and watch the movie for a little bit, leading to a conversation I'm sure isn't targeted towards any specific part of the audience at all.

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Okay, I doubt this was intentional on the writers' part, but this whole exchange basically summarizes a lot of problems people have with Cat Noir in an earlier episode this season and how his fans justified it. You know, that scene?

Come on! He didn't break everything. Why people don't think he's a good superhero is beyond me.

Blah, blah, blah, Marinette stutters around Adrien after fixing the costume, blah, blah blah, Adrien doesn't even notice how erratically Marinette acts around her and doesn't think she has a celebrity crush on him at least, blah blah, blah, Marinette runs away before she can tell Adrien how she feels. I'm running out of ways to describe the same stuff over and over again, alright?

Tikki points out Marinette tends to overcomplicate things, leading to Marinette coming up with another plan after seeing a nearby fishing pole.

Goddamn it, Marinette! I'm trying to defend you, and you keep doing stuff like this that makes certain Adrien stans refer to you as the Devil.

Meanwhile, Rolland nearly has a heart attack after spending ten minutes with the kids, leading to him wondering why everything is so complicated. Of course, Shadowmoth akumatizes him into Simpleman through his baking shovel.

While a lot of people have expressed their hatred for it, I actually really like Simpleman's design. Like the main theme of the episode (while I'll talk about in a little bit), it's clear that the Akuma is intentionally designed to be simple to the point it becomes kind of charming. It kind of reminds me of Kid Potato from WordGirl.

Rest in peace, Mr. Asner.

Unfortunately, much like his previous Akuma form, Bakerix, his powers don't match his character at all. Rolland's main character trait is complaining about how much things have changed compared to when he was younger, yet Simpleman's powers don't really correspond to it. Instead, they make everyone in Paris dumber and make easier choices that aren't too complicated.

Adding this to Marinette talking about overthinking her plans, this is why the episode's message doesn't work. Yes, a lot of people long for the past because it felt easier, but it's more because of their nostalgia which they connect to certain societal changes and advances in technology. People don't wish things were like the past because choices back then were supposedly easier to make, but rather, because they associate easier times with less conflict and turmoil today. Nostalgia is never really discussed in this episode, which is why the theme revolving around everything being simpler instead of making it about nostalgia and memories connected to the past doesn't work.

So with the exception of the four kids, everyone in Paris is affected by the stupid wave, including Marinette, Adrien, and Shadowmoth. Once again, we're teased with the idea of Marinette deciding to actually confess to Adrien because the writers think constantly baiting us with a plot development like this will make us laugh as if we were all infants watching the writers wave their keys at us. Marinette and Adrien transform into Ladybug and Cat Noir, but because they're still under the effect of Simpleman's powers, they're more like Stupidbug and Cat Moron at the moment. Even Shadowmoth (though I guess now he should be called Schmuckmoth), decides to just let Simpleman do whatever he wants as long as he gets the Miraculous. Of course, it takes an Akuma making the two dumber to make Stupidbug and Cat Moron actually think of fighting Schmuckmoth instead.

And here's another problem with what the episode tries to teach. For an episode supposedly saying that it's bad to oversimplify everything, they frame the stuff done by the characters affected by Simpleman's powers as bad, no matter how good of an idea it is. Yes, there are people who crash their cars because they don't want to stop and complicate things or food workers like a pizza delivery man and Andre the ice cream man handing out free samples of the most basic versions of their food (cheese pizza and vanilla ice cream respectively), but the episode is also unintentionally saying that Marinette deciding to be honest about her feelings for Adrien or Stupidbug and Cat Moron deciding to chase down the main villain as bad things. It doesn't matter if it's a joke that the writers are dragging out certain plotlines that can only be resolved if the characters are idiots, the fact that the main characters share the same ideology as the titular Akuma, who is obviously meant to be in the wrong, just makes the overall message even more confusing. Even Ladybug points out how dangerous Simpleman's powers ended up being later on, which makes even less sense.

So Simpleman takes the kids out and encounters the two idiot heroes, leading to an intentionally awful fight scene that doesn't work as a gag and only shows how incompetent Stupidbug and Cat Moron are this episode. Simpleman uses his powers again making everyone prone to making even more “simple” decisions. In response, Manon has to tell Ladybug to activate her Lucky Charm, a rubber ball, and she doesn't even know how to use it. Simpleman then decides to bribe the two heroes to give up their Miraculous in exchange for candy of all things, leading to... the kids having to save the day. They not only stop Stupidbug and Cat Moron from handing over their Miraculous, but actually have to tell Stupidbug how to use her Lucky Charm.

They don't actually do that, but their plan to defeat Simpleman (Stupidbug throws the ball underneath Simpleman's baking shovel when he's about to use his powers again and causes it to fly into the air for Cat Moron to Cataclysm it) ends up being very similar. Stupidbug de-evilizes Simpleman, uses Miraculous Ladybug to give everyone their brain cells back, gives Rolland a Magical Charm, and the kids explain how they're used to not understanding things before Rolland pulls a 180 and says he's open to learning about the modern era.

Back at the Eiffel Tower, Marinette is about to go through with her fishing plan, but decides to back out, saying that even if it's simple or complicated, she's worried the result will be the same, so she decides to face her fear and take the simple route in confessing her feelings to Adrien while asking if he wants to have ice cream with her. Okay, I see where this is going. Maybe the episode will end on a good note and do something right for a change instead of screwing up the moral of the story even more.

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How the hell do you keep getting the same moral wrong multiple times in the span of a single episode?! She seriously couldn't say she appreciated Adrien asking for her help? Once again, the writers are unintentionally saying simple is bad because Marinette's plan to be honest didn't work because it's just HILARIOUS to see her stutter around Adrien for the 472nd time this season. And then the episode ends with Marinette saying the Ladybug and Cat Noir movie might be too complicated for Rolland, but then he says it's simple for him! Why are the writers making a moral about keeping things simple to freakin complicated?

Thankfully, like the episode sets out to (supposedly) teach, I can simply describe the episode as this: not good.

The kids were annoying, the Marinette and Adrien stuff isn't even interesting to make fun of anymore, the Akuma's powers made no sense, and the “fight scenes”, even by this show's standards were awful. But the moral just makes no sense. Is it good to keep things simple? Is it good to think more complicated plans through? The episode never really picks a side, and I've already gone into how the message it's trying to connect to Rolland doesn't really work in my opinion.

But this episode's biggest flaw is that it's just boring to watch. At least episodes like “Gang of Secrets”, “Mr. Pigeon 72”, and “Hack-San” had a handful of good scenes in total that weren't completely awful, and episodes like “Queen Banana” and “Rocketear” gave me a lot to talk about in terms of poor writing. This episode? There's not much to really talk about. Even by the standards of the show, it's just the forgettable kind of bad, the worst kind of bad in my opinion.

But what do I know? I'm just some dude on the internet. According to Astruc, this episode is actually an incredibly metatextual story that I'm too ignorant to understand. Yep, I'm going to talk about that next time.

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malulls · 3 years

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Just like you and me

Manorian one shot

Dorian couldn't stop smiling. He had been doing so for almost an hour as he watched Abraxos follow Asterin through the palace gardens. In whatever direction she took her little steps, the wyvern was right behind her, leaning his head forward to support her every time she lost her balance and threatened to fall in her seat.

The king was sitting on a blue towel in the grass under the shade of a small maple tree, watching his daughter walk back and forth, not taking her eyes off whatever she was looking for on the ground.

His smile widened at the thought of how fast she had learned. Asterin had taken her first steps two weeks ago. Dorian had stayed behind her the whole time, ready to hold her if needed, while Manon, sitting on the floor, waited for her on the other side. He could still hear the queen's laughter as the princess walked with her little hands extended, until she reached her mother's open arms.

The cool spring breeze ruffled the king's hair and the leaves of the trees above him, carrying the scent of lavender and something that looked like strawberries. Asterin began to lean down, stopping at random parts of the small circle she was following, seemed to be reaching for something, until her fists were closed and full of whatever it was she was carrying.

A wave of happiness spread through his chest as the princess began to jump toward him, swinging the faint cloth of the white and now grass-covered dress she was wearing.

- Dad!

She stopped right in front of him, Abraxos standing right behind like the good overprotective babysitter he was.

- Yes, love?

Asterin stretched out her arms and opened her fists. In one, she was carrying a rounded stone almost the size of her own hand, in the other, a mixture of tiny flowers sort of crumpled. The princess tilted her hands toward him, making Dorian laugh.

- For me?

Her response was a wide smile, nodding emphatically. Dorian carefully placed his presents on top of the fabric where he was to take his daughter on his lap, placing a kiss on the princess's soft cheek.

- Thank you.

Asterin rested her head on his chest, turning her sapphire-colored eyes to the stone walls of the castle. He sat there with her, looking up at the blue sky and the few white clouds scattered around the sun, drifting in the wind and cut off by little black dots when a bird flew by them.

- Mom!

Both Abraxos and Dorian looked up at the castle to find Manon walking up to the three of them.

Because she had just left a meeting, she had the crown of stars on her head and the red cape swinging on her back, obscuring any other beauty in the garden other than her own. Instead of running down the gravel path to her as she normally did, Asterin turned back to where she had been before, bending down to pick up the things she was finding on the grass.

Dorian put his arm around the queen the moment she reached them and sat down beside him. Manon cast a questioning glance in Asterin's direction, but he just shrugged and smiled.

- How was the meeting?

She sighed as she rested her head on his shoulder. He knew the answer, meetings with Adarlan's court advisors were always, in summary, a shit. It was Dorian who attended most of them, but sometimes Manon as queen needed to be present and the two of them swapped places. Of course, he would rather take care of Asterin than be stuck in a room listening to old lords complain.

- Horrible. As always.

- What did they want?

- I don't know exactly. As far as I understood, they didn't agree on something in the desert economy. What did they have to do with it?

Nothing, but what the lords liked to do most was apparently to meddle in matters that were none of their business.

- How long have they been doing this? - The tone of irritation and tiredness had disappeared from her voice, there was only amusement in the golden eyes that watched the witchling walking through the garden followed by the wyvern.

- Almost an hour.

At that moment the princess came running up to them, stamping her bare feet on the grass.

- Mom!

Manon lifted her head from his shoulder, and there it was, Dorian's favorite smile, one that few people ever saw.

- Hello, dear.

As she had done with her father, she held out her hands, and Manon held up hers, palms facing up. Carefully, she covered her mother's hands with grass, more crumpled flowers, and a maple leaf.

- They are beautiful. Thank you.

The queen placed her gift next to his and hugged Asterin.

- So you like flowers?

- Uhum. I'm showing them to Abaxos. Did you know he likes flowers? He told me.

- Oh, he did? Which one is your favorite?

- The white one that is on the wall. Dad doesn't let me take it. It has thorns.

- The roses?

- Yes, because they're just like you, Mom. And like me, see? - She took two locks of white hair, one from her own head and the other from her mother's. - They look like us.

Manon would die of love. She was sure of it. One day her heart would just explode. Dorian put her on his lap so that he could wrap his arms around them both.

Soon, Asterin began to rub her eyes with the back of her hands and leaned her head on her mother's shoulder.

- Mommy, I want Pen.

When the princess began to cry for not being allowed to fly in Abraxos with Manon, Dorian gave her a wyvern. It was plush, but it handled the situation perfectly, and Pen was it's name.

If Asterin wanted it, it was a sign that she wanted to sleep. The sun, which was setting later and later as they approached summer, was disappearing over the horizon when Dorian crossed them to her room, and the three of them emerged in that exact position on top of the princess' bed. Manon could only change her grass-filled dress into a nightgown before she blacked out, grabbing Pen and murmuring a goodnight on the pillow.

The king and queen left her sleeping as they went back to their own room.

- She slept without dinner.

- She ate.

- What?

He winced before answering. Something she shouldn't be eating, then.

- She had chocolate cake with Josefin.

- Dorian.

- What? She asked.

- And Yrene let this happen?

- They were with Chaol.

- Of course they were.

Chaol and Dorian were perfectly incapable of saying no to their daughters.

- Don't give me that look, you can't say no to her either.

- You're the one who can't. Not to her and not to me.

He sat on the edge of the bed and brought her onto his lap. And lowered his mouth to her neck. Dorian left small kisses on her skin, just enough to make her want more.

Although she was trying to ignore the shivers running up her arms, she tilted her head to the side, just a little.

- You love this, don't you?

- Yes.

He smiled as he heard her voice grow hoarse. Manon pulled her neck away from his face before Dorian reached for the buttons on her clothes.

- We're going to be late for dinner.

- I'm not hungry. Are you?

- Yes.

- Wrong answer, witchling. You should say no and throw me on the bed.

- I promise to throw you on the bed later.

He placed one last kiss at the base of her neck.

- Fine.

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Asterin is the most adorable thing I've ever written, Manorian family is soooo

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Taking Chances: Ch. 24: Important Questions (Wedding)

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Marinette pouts from her spot on the couch, shoving another spoonful of cookie dough in her mouth. She makes her eyes as big as possible, channeling Manon as she tries to emulate the younger girls’ puppy dog eyes.

“Silena, your kid’s eyes are breaking my heart. Look at her!” Harley cries, pointing at Marinette’s face. Silena rolls her eyes.

“Don’t give in Harls, remember what happened the last time we watched it?” Silena reminds her, and Marinette resists the urge to huff at her soon-to-be stepmom. Or, bonus mom, as she’d taken to mentally calling her. Stepmom had such an unfair negative context thanks to fairytales, and she actually really liked Silena. Except in this one moment. At this moment, they were on opposite sides of the war.

“Please Auntie Harley! Please!” She begs again, sitting up so that she can make direct eye contact with the woman. If she was any good at the ‘Manon stare’ as she called it, then Harley would be giving up in 3, 2, 1-

“Okay! I give! Looks like we’re watching Mamma Mia next.” Harley calls out, leaning over to grab the remote and turn the movie on. Marinette grins widely, settling back on the couch and curling into Selina’s side. Selina huffs.

“You’re lucky I love you, kitten. Last time we watched this Harley got in trouble for her impromptu ABBA concerts.” She complains, and Marinette’s grin widens.

“Really?” She says, then she gasps as the best idea comes to mind. “I just realized something.”

“What is it kiddo?” Harley asks, popping a handful of Reese's Pieces in her mouth.

“You guys can be Donna and the Dynamos.” She says, before miming a small explosion. This was awesome! Amazing! She could- whoa. She could even design them a group outfit with the characters in mind. She could already imagine all the ways she could improve on the original design. Of course she’d keep the bell bottoms, they were a staple of the time. And she knew her bonus mom and aunts would rock a good pair of bell bottoms. The major changes would come with the material type, the colors, and the sleeves of the suits.

“If we perform another musical on a roof Batsy’s gonna get mad.” Harley says with a sigh. Marinette purses her lips as she thinks. She was technically already on thin ice. She’d stolen the Batmobile earlier in the week, and had managed to worm her way into regular patrols. Which was technically her dad’s fault, but he still looked frustrated the first night she walked down and asked who she was patrolling with. But she was finally patrolling with them regularly, even if it felt like she had a babysitter some of the time (all of the time). She was supposed to always be with her dad or Dick (apparently she’s not allowed to go out with just Jason or Damian because they caused ‘trouble’ when they were left unsupervised). So she went, but it was more stifling than patrols in Paris. Patrols which she’d had to lighten up on, with the lack of attacks and the way it tired out Kaalki before there was even an emergency. It was wrong. But if she kept one of Gotham’s former rogues off the crime path with catchy tunes and bell bottom pants, who was her dad to judge?

---

Apparently her dad wouldn’t judge. Dick on the other hand..

“How can you do this to me? This is an absolute, utter, complete, total-”

“Dick, calm down! What’s wrong, talk to me.” Marinette hushes her older brother, looking at him worriedly. He takes a deep breath.

“I can’t believe you would stoop so low. After the hurtful things you said about my discowing suit?” He sniffles, throwing a hand over his heart. Marinette blinks, then realizes what the man was talking about.

“Is this about the Donna and the Dynamos outfits that I designed for those girls?” Marinette asks frowning. Dick lets out a pained moan, contorting his face as if he was in actual pain.

“I thought you cared about me! I thought we were close!” He cries. Marinette huffs, shoving him lightly.

“If I designed your discowing suit, it wouldn’t have been godawful. We would have used the disco elements in a way that didn’t suck. Ya know, like I did with the Sirens’ outfits?” She says, patting his back. “Just because I hated your suit doesn’t mean I hate you.” She reassures him. Though the distressed groan he lets out lets her know that he’s still taking it to heart. Oops.

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“Hey! I’m here. I brought ice cream, like Harley asked.” Marinette announces, using the key Silena had given her to get into the apartment. She frowns at the emptiness of the apartment. She’d never seen it so devoid of life. Someone (usually Harley) was always there to greet her and pick her up into a huge hug. Not today though, which put her on edge. Creeping forward slowly, she glances around the room, looking for any potential danger. Or clues on where the Sirens might be. Had they forgotten about her? Just as she’s about to text Silena, music seeps into the apartment and she tenses. Until she sees her bonus mom and aunts. In their Dynamo outfits. Performing “Super Trouper”. With choreography and everything. Marinette lets out a short laugh, grinning widely at the three who just laugh and continue singing.

“Cause somewhere in the crowd there’s you.” Selina sings, pointing dramatically at Marinette. Marinette runs over and stands next to Silena, moving quietly and copying their movements. She’s pleasantly surprised at the level that she’s able to keep up with them, laughing with glee as the song continues. Once it’s done, the three women wrap her in a hug and Marinette’s eyebrows furrowed together.

“Ya know, I love that I got to see the outfits in action and everything, but was there a reason for the dramatics?” Marinette asks with a teasing smile. Silena glances at the other two before nodding.

“Marinette, sweetheart, I wanted to ask if you would be one of the bridesmaids.” Silena says and Marinette freezes. She swears she bluescreens. Bridesmaid? Her? She’s a disaster. She can’t do anything right and then her dad and Silena will be upset with her but then they’ll get more disappointed at each other and when she tries to fix it they won’t let her and instead they’ll send her away and say they never wanna see her again because she’s an awful bridesmaid and-

“Kitten, I need you to breathe.” Silena’s voice breaks through the haze she’s found herself in. Marinette blinks slowly, trying to break herself out of whatever hell her mind had managed to suck her into today.

“Why me?” Is what’s able to escape her mouth. It’s the only question that is able to breath past the barrier that Marinette set up for herself.

“Because you’re my daughter, whether you like it or not. So I want you to be part of the wedding, more than just someone who shows up for the food in a fancy outfit. Though that can definitely be your motivator.” Silena says, looking slightly unsure as she watches Marinette’s face- probably looking for any visible cues of discomfort. Marinette grins widely before throwing herself forward, wrapping her arms around the older woman, melting in the arms of the woman who truly was her second mom. She sighs in content at how safe she feels, how at home she is. It was strange for her, how quickly Gotham had managed to worm its way into her soul. Strange, but definitely something that they would figure out. She had to. She refused to lose either side of her family- civilian or not.

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