#marinette can’t escape these boys

[himbionn]

SHAKES HIM LOVINGLY

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#adrien agreste #miraculous ladybug #chat noir #punk adrien #shakes that one artist who did green hair for him #I’m stealing your idea #ALSO YEAH CAT DEISGN ON UNDERCUT #IM SO CREATIVE NO ONE TALK TO ME #Luka is punk adriens maker #he did his piercings #and clothes #and hair #and everything #marinette can’t escape these boys #luka knows what he’s doing #also adrien absolutely does his hair at school so he can be cool without his dad knowing #SPRAY ON HAIR DYE IS HIS REASON OF LIVING

[lily-drake]

Hi could u write a story about the class trying (forcing) Marinette to confess or doing a crazy scheme which could be partiacly illegal along with a protective loyal and slightly possessive extremly influential boyfriend anyone besides mlb boys along with class salt(except luka kagami Zoe Nathaniel and Marc) adrien salt and neutral or sugar or even salt lila(you can chosse)

Requested by WillBillCip3r on my Ao3

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Everyone always knew that Marinette had an Anxiety Disorder. It had always been hard for her to talk to people she didn’t know and she was always worried that she messed up or did something wrong even with the people she did know.  It was one of the reasons her friends pushed her out of her comfort zone so much, to, “help her see outside of her anxious bubble and live a life filled with fun and good memories”.  Even though she was new, Alya knew that she had this disorder too, and she thought, like many others in world, that it was “curable”.  According to Alya, Marinette didn’t need medication or any of the other things doctors prescribed to her.  In fact, she was often just, “overreacting about things”.  All she needed to do was breathe or meditate, focus on the positive, learn to stop doubting herself, eat healthy, and get over her fears.  Afterall, to Alya, anxiety was a choice, it was escapable, and it was a problem Marinette created for herself, nothing more and nothing less.  Which is why she pushed Marinette so hard to talk to Adrien.  But she noticed things had begun to change around them ever since Lila came, things had been so different. 

Marinette never talked to the class much anymore except for a select few.  She also noticed that Marinette and Adrien have been talking more, but there seemed to still be some tension between the pair.  And Alya wanted to hang out with her friend again, and wanted to help her get the guy she loved.  So with the help of the rest of the class, sans Chloe, Sabrina, and Lila because she needed to help at a charity, they began their plan.

“Alya, I already told you I don’t want to!”

Marinette yelled as the girls began to help Marinette into a beautiful baby-blue dress, tie her hair in a neat fishtail braid, and put on makeup.  Alya wasn’t listening though, in fact she was texting Nino and the guys to make sure that they were able to get Adrien out of his prison of a manor and towards the Pont des Arts.  When she got the thumbs up she turned back towards the chaos with a wide grin.

“Alright Marinette, we’re going to help you to confess to Adrien once and for all!”

Alya declared with cheers from the other girls.  Marinette pailed and tried to push the others away, but they moved away before Marinette could reach them, already finished beautifying their best friend.  

“Alya I can’t!”

She yelled looking around the room as if looking for a means of escape.  Alya sighed and rolled her eyes.

“Yes you can gurl!  I know you’re scared, but we’ve got you.  We promise that you will be able to do it this time! We’ll be there every step of the way.”

She said in her best supportive voice.  Goodness this girl needed to learn to just chill and trust herself, Alya thought as she turned away.

“Alright, put these on!”

Rose cheered, handing Marinette the pair of heels they selected for her. “I can’t wear those, I’ll break my ankle.”

“Nonsense.” 

Alya said with a wave of her hand.  

“They’re only five inches, you’ll look great!”

Marinette looked around the room as her Anxiety spiked through her.  She hadn’t been on good terms with her class for months, and now here they were, forcing her to do something she desperately didn’t want to do once again.  She honestly wouldn’t mind throwing up right now, but she was afraid that even that wouldn’t deter them from making her do this.  They always forced her to do things she didn’t want to do, and while some of the things were enjoyable, she wished that she hadn’t done half of them—not including the Adrien plans, she hadn’t wanted to do any of them.  The heels were quickly forced onto her feet and the next thing she knew was that she was being rushed out of her own home.  Marinette wanted to cry, because this was supposed to be her safe space, but after this she wasn’t sure if it could ever be again.  

What would Damian think?  He was supposed to visit her tomorrow; what if he wanted nothing to do with her after this?  Would he believe that she hadn’t wanted to do this?  Would he be mad at her?

She didn’t have a long time to think all if those through because the next thing she knew she was stumbling along the pavement towards the Pont des Arts where André the icecream man was waiting along with a confused Adrien.  Her stomach clenched with fear and anticipation.  This wasn’t how this night was supposed to go, in fact tonight she planned to just chill and draw new designs while listening to music at her desk.  

She looked around with pleading eyes, hoping that they wouldn’t force her to go through with their insane plan.  She and Adiren had just figured out each other’s identity and have been trying to better understand each other so they could work better as a team.  Adrien said he was finally getting over her, and she was already dating Damian, so they had to figure out what their relationship would be so that the balance wouldn’t tip over.  The next thing she knew she was pushed sharply towards the stairs that led up to the bridge and when Alya pulled her phone out she knew she wasn’t going to be able to escape this.

Slowly she climbed the stairs, trying her very best not to fall over herslef in the too tall and painful shoes as she made her way towards Adrien.  Each step she took, each clack clack of the heels on the wood seemed to be her signature that spelled her impending doom.  Her eyes stung with unshed tears, her stomach ached with the fear and stress she was trying so desperately to suppress, her breathing felt stilted and wrong, and her head was pounding and screaming at her about her betrayal and everything that was going to go wrong!  

“Marinette?”

Adiren called out in shock when he saw her, but there was a shimmer of hope and happiness.  And that was the final straw her stomach decided as her mind told her that this would be the reason the balance of the universe was about to tip.  She nearly tripped as she ran to the edge of the bridge and emptied the contents of her stomach as tears began to stream down her cheeks and everyone watching simply froze.  But Alya kept recording, maybe this would still work.  Adrien would comfort her and they would fall in love!  But the others knew that this wasn’t going to work, they knew that it was time that this plan came to a close because Marinette was dry-heaving into the river, she was a sobbing mess with her make-up completely messed up, and they knew that she would want absolutely no one seeing her like that, especially in public.

“Marinette, are you okay?”

Adrien all but yelled running to her side.  She turned her head away, cheeks red in an ashamed embarrassment.

“Can you tell me if there’s anyone you want me to call?”

He asked as the other girls began to surround her, but she pushed them all away.  They were the reason she was in this predicament afterall.

“D-Damian.”

She all but whimpered.  She was so embarrassed that she was honestly considering jumping past the gate and into the water if only to get away in front of the crowd of classmates.

“Alright.”

Adrien said softly as he pulled out his phone and called the number she had given him in case of an emergency and she was unable to call this person herself.  All he knew was that he was important and that he was one of the reasons they were able to have connections to the Justice League after so many years of silence.  As Adrien made the call and began to mutter quietly into the phone Alya came up to her, camera still recording.

“Come on Marinette, you can do it!  Go tell him!”  

She encouraged her friend, but Marinette just started to cry again.

“Alya, turn that thing off!  It’s over, it didn’t work!  Just let her be; can’t you see that this was pushed way too far?!”

Nino yelled while trying to yank the phone out of his girlfriend's grip.  Alya just rolled her eyes and yanked the phone from his hand.

“It’s not my fault that she keeps working herself up!  She just needs to learn how to keep herself calm.”

Nino stared at her in shock.

“Alya, you know what Anxiety is right?”

“Yea, it’s when you're overly nervous.  Look, I know Marinette is more anxious than others, but honestly she just needs to learn to control it, then she’ll be fine.”

The others were staring at her now like she had grown a third head.

“Alya, how do you know when Anxiety becomes a mental disorder?”

Alya rolled her eyes,

“Anxiety really isn’t a mental disorder, people just say that so they have an excuse to be scared of the world.  Besides, Marinette doesn't have it, she’s one of the most social people I know!”

Marinette was shivering now.  Marinette had always tried her very best to not let her Anxiety rule her life.  She tried her best to do things her brain constantly tried forceing her not to do.  She’s able to be social, she’s able to work the counter at the bakery, she’s able to be the president at her school, but that doesn’t mean it’s non-existent.  Did Alya really believe that she was faking this the entire time, that the way she reacted to things was completely her choice?

The argument was getting louder, her breath faster, her head was pounding, and she didn’t know how much longer she could stay standing while wearing these devil shoes.

“Marinette!”

She heard a familiar voice shout and her head shot up as she watched a man with black hair, green eyes, dressed in a nice suit run towards her.  She tried to push herself away from the railing to meet him halfway, but when she took a step she collapsed from the pain radiating from her feet and ankles.  He was at her side before anyone else could help her up, checking her over for any injuries before cradling her into his lap and picking her up.

“Why are you in a suit?”

Marientte muttered as she wrapped her arms around her boyfriend’s neck and snuggled her face against his shoulder.

“There was a charity gala, which was why I wanted to visit you tomorrow.”

Marinette hummed as she tried to match her breathing to Damian’s own breath.

“Are you okay Angel?”

“Better now that you’re here.”

Damian gave her a small smile before turning to the class who were currently gobsmacked.

“Which of you are the reason My Angel was having a panic attack?”

Damian looked around at everyone and saw that they all wore a guilty expression, except the Agreste boy, he looked more confused than anything.  

“What do you think you’re doing?!”

A bespeckled girl yelled out from the crowd, her eyes squinted into a frankly unintimidating glare.  Damian rolled his eyes.

“Keeping Marinette safe.  Obviously she does not wish to be here.”

“Look here kid,”

Damian sent her one of his darkest glares which made her pause for only a second before continuing,

“We have been planning this moment for so long, and we will not allow you to ruin it!”

Damian raised a brow and turned to Agreste, he shrugged still unsure of what was supposed to happen.

“And what was this plan exactly?”

“I’m not allowed to say, that would break the girl code.”

Damian rolled his eyes and looked at Marinette, his eyes becoming gentle as he stared at her curled up form.

“They want me to confess that I’m in love with Adrien when I’m not.  They wouldn’t listen to me though.”

Damian nodded, he remembered the stories she told him about how they would force her to go through with their crazy and convoluted schemes when she didn’t want or have the time to.

“I see, well, I’m sure she’s already told Agreste this, but she doesn't feel that way for him anymore, and since I know you won’t listen to or believe what either of us will say, we will be taking our leave.  We ask that you please leave her alone until she wishes to see any of you again.”

Damian said in a tone that accepted no argument, but Alya never cared about things like that.

“You can’t do that!  I’ll call the police and have them arrest you for kidnapping!”

Damian rolled his eyes and flicked his wrist flippantly as he walked past her.

“Do as you wish, but know that you would only look like a fool for doing so.”

Alya was about to follow them and rip marinette right out of his arms, but Adrien held her back.

“Alya, that’s her boyfriend.”

He whispered into her ear.  Alya turned around and looked at him with shock.

“I thought she had told you.  But we actually talked about it a while ago.  I know she had a crush on me, but she doesn’t anymore.  Also, you should probably learn more about Anxiety before you go around saying that, ”people only use it as an excuse for attention”.

And with that, Adrien left the bridge and went back to his house.  The others stared back at him, shocked.  They hadn’t realized how far apart they had drifted from each other until now.  Little by little, everyone left the bridge lost in thought till only Alya was left, standing there and wondering how everything backfired so terribly.

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[gale-gentlepenguin]

Gale Reviews: ML Season 5 episode 23 Revolution

Spoilers below

-Chloe being puppet as the new dictator of Paris. Outlawing super heroes and monarch. So cringe

-ladybug and chat noir debating on what to do but think since Chloe isn’t akumatized they would look like villains if they did something. Ummm, she has a robot army and declared herself leader, I’m pretty sure you got a free pass to beat her ass

-Pffff! They are trusting adults. Yeah, cause THAT always worked for you guys.

-of course that Racist cop is fine with Chloe being in charge!

-meanwhile Plagg talking sense to Adrien

-he was going to tell her, but in her defense this stupid ass situation is kind of important

-It’s really sad that the reaction to Chloe being a dictator is really not surprising. I could go in depth but if I think about our current society I will just get annoyed.

-Chloe at least tried to have monarch arrested… before then immediately listening to him and getting powers BUT pretending she didn’t have an akuma.

-A political puppet that’s a hypocrite. What a twist. (Said no one)

-Queen mayor, at least Chloé gets some sort of outfit change.

-So the Resistance is doing a protest. How French. I hope they involve a guillotine.

-… if this were anymore on the nose it would be a face hugger.

-I will give Astruc one thing, he nailed what a typical politician is like. Corrupt, arrogant, being told what to say and do, and lies all the time. I could go on but I hate politics.

-chloé and evolution, and Chloe being the only one in class yet NOT paying attention. That’s actually kind of funny. Like why even go?

-How did they get a Statue like that built in such a short time?

-did Chloe just Legislate love?

-and she just arrested Marinette’s parents and captured her.

-Adrien still can’t communicate with Marinette cause of the situation.

-Adrien found out what Chloe did and is PISSED!

-Chloé knows about London.

-At least Adrien didn’t cave. But now he’s captured.

-Sure is Big brother up in this bitch.

-Plagg being like (want me to take a crack at the screens) Plagg is best boy

-looking at it, the jail/detention isn’t that hard to escape.

-wait did chat noir use cataclysm 2 times already? Well we can assume he detransformed and retransformed.

- Chloe yelling about threats to democracy, yet never knowing what the word meant.

-Ladybug and chat noir step in to tell her. Perfect.

-invincible prisons, oh damn.

-Gabriel and Tomoe out here waiting for the detransformation and taking back control.

-welp, I guess this makes Queen mayor the most effective akuma. She captured them both and now they will detransform. Unless someone shows up? Maybe Su han will finally be useful. I’m kidding. My bet is they get a power up

-ladybug coming in clutch with hero speeches

-Did he just say super underpants?!

-They just willed their transformation back! So I guess they are all grown up now?

-Monarch is shocked by the power of plot convinience.

-chat noir didn’t need to do that, he just wanted to show off and I don’t blame him.

-Was ladybug going to give Chloe a charm? I don’t think she wants one.

-And the mayor steps in to finally ground her.

-Lila took the robots.

-so the kids encourage Ms. Bustier to run

-Chloe is being taken by her mother to have her education Re-evaluated. And now Chloe is going to expose what she knows to Marinette as one last act of spite. Though for a brief moment we saw her pause on Sabrina, perhaps contemplating something. But for what reason, we may never know.

-meanwhile, Adrien is being forced to leave now by his father. He can’t say no because Amok.

-Nathalie is there, Nathalie do something!

-no Nathalie Kick Gabriel’s ass! Don’t just stand by!

-wait so Chloe never called her. Adrien got to tell her. Well at least that.

-Break my heart why don’t ya.

-they sold enough Alliance? Oh dear that can’t be good.

-G being a real G and letting Adrien go.

-FINALLY! A canon Adrinette kiss. Too bad it’s absolutely tragic

-G no! You have to seperate them now.

-Ah there goes my heart.

-Oh bonus scene.

-Marinette telling Chloe to F*** off was great.

-Lila or whoever she is has that suitcase and is likely going to mess with the plan Tomoe and Gabriel have

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Honestly this episode was cringe for most of it.

Chloé being dictator was jumping the shark, ladybug and chat noir can use their powers multiple times now which is about time but probably not useful now.

Lila has the pieces she needs and finally

ADRINETTE KISS!

That last part alone keeping this episode from being the worst of season 5

I give it a 6.5 out of 10

The 6.0 being awarded cause of the Adrien kiss

The additional .5 being Adrien and Marinette standing up to Chloe.

Though Andre got off easy

#miraculous ladybug #ml #ml spoilers #ml revolution #ml revolution spoilers

[fragileizywriting]

Adrien sags against Luka, limp like a wet paper bag. “I can’t feel my balls.”

“Oh, you’re fine.” In fact… “You know, more than fine, actually. A normal demon would be out of it for the next few hours; the fact that you’re talking is amazing.” 

Luka looks… worried. Sort of. Like a man who’s been told that he’s allowed to touch gunpowder, aware that someone right next to him is holding a match, there’s a bit of a daredevil streak in his eyes, lit up by the candlelight surrounding them. “What? Seriously?”

“Oh, yeah. Maybe it’s his age that’s helping him, who knows?” Marinette confesses, before turning back to Adrien who is doing his best not to let his gorgeous green eyes go cross. “What’s it like being this young? Really, tell me, I’m curious. It’s been so long since I was your age; how are you dealing with the fact that I’m essentially stealing magic from you?”

“It’s kind of like you’re pulling a drain plug from a bathtub and all the water goes rushing out,” Adrien slurs out. “Like… the contracts I have in my chest are getting sucked out of me.”

“Like your dick is a straw.”

“I hate that analogy,” the Prince groans, but makes no effort to prove her wrong. “You’re one dangerous woman, Marinette.”

She pinches his cheeks. “And you are the cutest little demon Prince I’ve ever snacked on. Oh, I could eat you right up!”

“‘Snacked on’,” he wheezes. Face flushed like he’s catching on to what the predicament is, about how Luka has him in a tight grip and Marinette is taking all she can from him. His chest expands so quickly, sucking in air, attempting to level his heartbeat in a way so that his heart isn’t beating erratically in her ears. Is he nervous? Excited? Worried? That crook in his brow, is that because he’s trying to concentrate? Or is it because he’s trying to plan an escape route. “Oh, I get it now, you’re playing with me because you think I can’t last until you’re full!”

“Uhm, you can’t?” This guy. Oh boy. “It’s kind of the whole point. Succubus, and all that.”

“I can do it.”

“You can not.”

“I absolutely can.”

“Not to play Devil’s advocate here,” Luka interjects, and it is kind of funny, how he’s rock-hard and sweaty yet still managing to have a normal conversation. ‘Normal’. “But you’re aware that she’s— quite literally— capable of ripping out all the magic you have if she wants to. At this point, the fact that she’s taking it bit by bit is because she’s treating us like finger food. She’s sampling. We’re the buffet table.”

Marinette sighs. “You’re such a breath of fresh air, Luka. Thank you for being the wisest guy in this room.”

“I call bullshit. I can do it.”

Oh, god, don’t blame her for rolling her eyes! “Do what, exactly?”

“Keep up.”

“What’s the end goal?” Oh, he’s got her interested now. Marinette’s always loved games, ever since she was first brought into the world. Games and playing, always having some sort of rules or law. “What are you trying to achieve?”

“I’m going to prove that not everybody just gives in to you so easily; you’ve just been picking your lays wrong.”

“Wait a minute,” Luka replies, “that means that if I don’t do that, I’ll be considered weak. What if I don’t want to get my ass handed to me?”

“Then don’t play.”

“What will this prove?” Marinette asks.

“That I’m better.”

Luka barks out a laugh. “Oh, Jesus.”

“I am,” Adrien lobbies. “I’m not some normal loser demon, I can stand up to you.”

“You can not,” she snorts. “You’re going to bend and you’re going to get your perfect ass handed to you, and you’re going to whine and complain about how unfair it is.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“Really riveting stuff, you two,” Luka drones in, humor still glinting in those eyes. “Love to see it, honestly.”

“I dare you to try to make me submit to you.”

#speakizys #demon lovin #i had to shuffle around the 'plot' because it makes more sense for adrien to make this dare here instead of in the kitchen SO!!!

[arty-shadow-morningstar]

Who made me a Villain (2)

So um... I forgot to post here so here you go.

[Masterlist] [Ao3]

(Part 1) (here) (Part 3)

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Marinette woke up, confused and disoriented in her bedroom. Vivid images of her dreams playing back in her head. People turning into monsters, purple butterflies, her playing hero with a yo-yo of all things and a boy in black who made her chest ache but also filled with anger.

She walked down to the kitchen to get some water, careful not to wake up her parents. It has been a few days since she woke up in a hospital with no memories of the past 3 years or so she had been told.

Marinette put back the cup she used and sat down on the cold floor of the kitchen. The chill felt through her pyjama bottoms, kept her grounded in the world she had found herself in.

Everything felt wrong. Her parents felt distant and there was a sense of uneasiness in the city. The harsh whispers when people thought she wasn’t looking, didn’t help her at all. Something big had happened in the past three years and she had forgotten about it. 

Her room felt empty and lonely. It looked the same with a few minor changes but there was something still missing. Several somethings. If only she had a clue on what it is.

Wait.

Marinette stood up as she remembered her diary. Her past self would have written down what had gone down during the years she can’t remember. She dashed back up as quietly as she could to her diary’s hiding place.

It was not there.

The box was a decoy.

Marinette sighed. Someone, probably Chloe, might have tried to get her diary. Honestly, she can’t blame her past self for trying every way to avoid being Chloe’s punching bag to the point of being so paranoid.

Of course, she wouldn’t have thought that she might lose her memories and forget where the diary is hidden, wherever it is.

She looked inside the box again in hopes of the diary magically appearing when she noticed the inner lining that wasn’t there before.

Why would she put a padded velvet lining in a box that was supposed to be a decoy? Upon a closer look, it wasn’t glued on properly. Marinette had done something like this before for some of her friends’ gifts and she knew she wouldn't make such an amateur mistake. She took out the lining and found a key underneath. There was some writing on the back of the white cardboard which was used as a support for the lining.

‘Under the chaise’

Marinette looked under it before remembering the hidden space she made by removing a loose tile under the chaise.

There was a box with a lock on it and the key was a perfect fit. Inside was her diary and a strange dark blue glass orb.

There were a few ripped pages in the diary. Many of the pages were scribbled out and hard to read. The ones that weren’t ripped or fully scribbled over had words written backwards or in another language she didn’t know. There were many sketches of cute chibi like animals that brought a smile to her face like they were old friends she can’t remember. Then, she found a page that was different from the rest.

Firstly, it was the first one she found that was written neither backwards or in a different language. Written in big bold letters, it read:

‘Break the glass’

Marinette picked up the glass orb, finding it heavier than she thought it would be. As she inspected the glass orb curiously and confused about everything, she wondered. Why did she, the past her, go to such lengths to hide it but leave clues for someone to find?

Nothing made sense and her only answer was to break the glass like the note said. 

Marinette went up to the balcony and once she was there, she threw the orb as hard as she could onto the floor.

It shattered easily. Then, strange blue wisps escaped from it and went into her. Marinette fell onto her knees as memories of the past 3 years, her time as Ladybug and Guardian, crashed through her mind.

Once it was done, tears were streaming down her face as Marinette grieved over the loss of her beloved kwamis. Her only source of companionship in the hell that was Paris was no longer there. She was truly alone.

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The girl woke up in her cell, her pillow wet with tears. She sat up, wiped her cheeks and hugged her knees.

Maybe if she had taken on Kagami’s or Luka’s offer to go with them, she wouldn’t be here. It would have made it harder for the Order to track her down and maybe she could have-

The girl shook her head.

No.

It would have only dragged her only friends into the mess that was somehow her life. She wondered if she could pinpoint where it all started going wrong. Was it when Lila appeared? Or was it Hawkmoth? She could not say for sure. It could have been before that when she was placed in the same class as Chloe with Caline Bustier as her teacher. Maybe it was when the once kind Dupain-Cheng couple picked up a starving little girl off the streets who looked similar to their daughter who had died in an accident and named her Marinette.

It was no use thinking about it. She had already decided to leave the past in the past. But the future was still so bleak. While she could get out using magic, based on what she knew about superheroes from Alya’s ramblings (it doesn’t hurt as much as it used to when she thinks of the name. It feels like the name of a stranger). Batman operated Gotham, her new home, and he will probably drag her back if she escapes.

There was a chance she would be released earlier if she played nice but honestly, what use would it be if she ever gets out of Arkham.

She would be an ex-convict with a criminal record so there would still be the same hate and contempt she faced back in Paris if she ever got out.

The girl went back to sleep since worrying about it was no use and something tells her that tomorrow will be a good day.

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The dark-haired girl sat alone, eating her lunch. So far, that’s the only thing that wasn’t different from her life in Paris.

For starters, Arkham was nicer than she thought it would be after spending a few weeks here. Clean and neat environment, good food being served daily, mostly friendly staff members and decent cellmates.

Maybe the last one was questionable, considering some of their reputations that she heard about. But they avoided her. Mostly. There were some eyes as she was the youngest inmate currently in Arkham but she was used to it. Plus there was no hatred and hostility in those eyes which made it easier to breathe.

It was different from her imagination of dirty cells with rusty bars, having questionable grey mush for meals and the other inmates picking on her. How sad was her life that this was a huge improvement to being Marinette?

“Hello, sugar. Aren’t ya a little bit young to be here?” A voice suddenly came from in front of her.

The girl looked up in surprise to see two ladies staring at her. The one who called her was a blonde woman with dyed tips, one side blue and the other red, and she had a slight vibe that screamed unhinged. The red-headed woman, next to her, seemed more calm but she had an unusually green tint to her skin. She blinked, unsure if they were friendly or not or if she should answer. After a moment, the girl settled for a wave.

“Ives, look how cute she is. What’s your name?” The blonde exclaimed, “Mine is Harley. Harley Quinn. And this lovely flower next to me is my girlfriend, Pamela. I just call her Red.”

“Hello.” Pamela gave her a small smile to reassure her.

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Ever since they saw the girl, Harley and Ivy had to know how someone as young as her landed in Arkham Asylum of all places.

After a bit of bribery, knocking out people and breaking and entering, they managed to get their hands on the girl’s files. They expected some type of mental illness that makes it dangerous for her to be around people but trying to kill 14 people in broad daylight was … shocking to say the least. They were also surprised to learn that she was originally from Paris and the only reason she had been sent here was because DNA tests revealed her to be a daughter of the Joker.

Harley and Pamela decided to first observe her and since she was still young, try to prevent her going down the insane clown path as much as possible with their guidance.

For the first few days, they noticed that the girl was very quiet and afraid of making a fuss. Everything about her just screamed depressed and sad.

“You know, Red. I think I figured out the 14 attempted murder charges,” Harley said one day, after observing stalking the girl.

Batman had pulled some strings so they ended up in cells opposite each other under a few conditions. (Such conditions include no more killing people, peacefully surrendering to the authorities and try to get better)

“What about her screams psycho serial murderer like her dad?” Pamela asked, looking over one of her plants, “Honestly, she’s more like a wilted plant that didn’t have sunlight for days.”

“She’s been bullied, Red. The signs are all there. I’m beginning to feel like something fishy is going on.”

Harley began pacing around her cell, “She’s very wary of authority figures so the teachers might have been in on it. She might have been isolated. Parental figures might also have abused or neglected her.”

“You are saying she snapped hard one day and decided to murder her bullies.”

“Like a wounded animal lashing out. But it’s odd. She’s like an empty shell. Like she had given up and resigned to her fate. There's just no rage. No revenge plans. No drive to do anything.”

“I agree that is kinda strange. Or she’s just biding her time and plotting how to finish the job.”

“Normally, I would agree with you but…”

“But what?”

“Her eyes, Red. They look so empty. Ya know that old saying. Eyes are the window to the soul. It looked like everything had been drained out of her.”

“You don’t think she’s going to…”

“Not yet. Maybe sometimes later down the road. It’s hard to tell.”

“Harley, you want to help her, don’t you?”

“You know me so well, Red. She got a rough start so early but she should at least get a bit of joy in her life.”

“Okay.”

“Okay?”

“Whatever plan you got cooked up, I will help you.”

“Have I ever told ya that you are the best girlfriend ever?” Harley squealed.

—----

“Um..hello to you too,” the girl replied warily and asked, “Can I help you?”

Harley and Pamela looked at each other before they sat down in front of her.

“Well, nothing really. We just wanted to talk to you, Marinette.”

The girl flinched and then glared at them, “I don’t think I ever told anyone my name.”

“Oh. You are quick, sugar,” Harley exclaimed, “We will be honest with you, Marinette.”

The girl flinched again, causing Harley to pause before making a mental note not to use the name and continuing, “For as long as I have been here, I have never met someone as young as you before. Plus you got that mysterious past vibe going on so I had to find out. A little bit of breaking and entering never hurt anyone. Your file is quite in-ter-res-ting.”

“Then you know that I killed 14 people,” the girl smirked as she brought her elbows on the table and rested her chin on her interlaced fingers.

“Tried and failed to kill 14 people in broad daylight,” Harley corrected and the smirk disappeared, “That’s pretty bold of you. But that’s not the problem here. Why are you here?”

“I think you already know.”

“I get it. 14 people. Nearly killed them. Blah, blah, blah. What I trying to say is murdering 14 people in a very public park where there can be witnesses in broad daylight. Not likely. No one is stupid enough to do that. And I know that you aren’t. I bet that it was in self-defense more than anything. At worst, you should be charged with assault, not attempted murder.  Even then, you should be in a jail cell in Paris. Not here in Gotham.”

The girl blinked, not expecting that.

“Not only that. Even if your father is that bastard,” Harley spat out the word with contempt, “and you are declared legally insane, there are other places that they could have sent you. So why were you, no offence but a girl with no powers, sent to one of the most dangerous places in the world?”

No one had backed her up in the trial. She knew it was Lila’s influence but the fact that people she knew all her life didn’t take her side hurt. Now, in front of her was a stranger who only knew her from a file and was listing out reasons she shouldn’t have ended up where she was. It was comforting to have someone look at the facts for once and not take things as they seem.

The girl laughed, surprising the two women, “I think it’s pretty obvious. I was framed. Fourteen against one. Never stood a chance.”

“What shit are teenagers up to that they are framing each other for murder?” Pamela asked in horror.

“Some of my ‘victims’ were pretty famous with lots of money in their pockets. One supermodel, a daughter of a Mayor and one who ‘claims’ to be daughter of the Italian Ambassador. I suppose that’s why my sentence was pretty unfair. I guess even judging by Gotham’s standards.”

The two sorta knew that from researching about Marinette by illegally using the internet. With the help of a VPN and google translate to go through the news about Marinette’s case, they managed to piece together what had gone down.

“No shit. Gotham may be corrupt but this is just outrageous. Weren’t they your classmates?” Harley asked.

“They used to be nice. And then,” she paused as a dark look passed her face, “I don’t want to talk about that anymore.”

Harley looked at Pamela and they did that couple thing where they communicate without words in the span of a few seconds and know what the other is thinking.

“Hey, kid. Wanna go out with us?”

“Huh?”

“You’ll see in a few days what I am talking about.”

—---

The girl screamed as Harley drove them out of Arkham Asylum like a bat out of hell in a stolen van, hanging on for dear life. 

“ARE YOU INSANE? We are going to get caught!”

“No worries, sugar.” Harley replied calmly, “Me and Red are pre-ty good at breaking out. Besides, today is the Fourth of July so Bats and his nests of birdies got their hands full with whatever Calendar Man got planned.”

The girl’s head spun, either from Harley’s reckless driving or the information that made no sense dumped on her, “I think I’m going to puke.”

Pamela gave her a look of sympathy and handed her a bucket from who knows where.

After a while, Harley pulled over somewhere outside of Gotham City’s borders and the girl fell onto her knees on the ground, “Thank kwamis, it’s over.”

“Don’t be relieved yet, hun. It’s not over. The fun part is just getting started.”

“Huh?”

“This way is out of the city to throw off the Bat brats a bit. We are going back into the City another way.” Harley explained as she pointed out the direction they were going to go.

“Then, can you let Pam drive? Or me. I know how to and you can tell me which direction to take.” The girl wondered if she should make a portal to get out of enduring more of Harley’s driving.

“We are not borrowing another car. We are going to be taking,” Harley dramatically paused “,the Ivy Express.”

“The what?” the girl asked, baffled.

“Show her, Red.” Harley snapped her fingers towards Pamela.

“Alright,” Pamela exclaimed before focusing her powers on the nearby trees.

The branches nearest to them picked them up and flung them. They landed onto another tree where the same thing repeated. 

At first, the girl was terrified over the unexpected method of transport but it was similar enough to her time as Ladybug swinging across Paris that she relaxed a bit and was soon whooping along with Harley.

Where the trees ended and the city started to meet, they stole another car but this time, thankfully, Ivy drove to their hideout which is just an abandoned warehouse the couple had renovated to live in when they were out of Arkham.

Harley opened the doors and exclaimed, “Home Sweet Home.”

“Oh. Wow.” The girl looked around in awe.

The place was a perfect mix of Harley’s brand of crazy and Pamela’s love of plants. Green covered every surface they could, vines wrapping around the support columns and there was a skylight that allowed the light of dawn to filter through. Hammers and baseball bats were hung on a wall and the walls were decorated in graffiti. In the middle of the room was a giant TV and a circular sofa. There was a kitchen in a corner. There was a stairway for a raised platform which acts as a second floor and bedroom.

Suddenly, two brown furry things attacked Harley.

“My babies. Did Selina take good care of you?” Harley cooed as her hyenas licked her. 

“She did a decent job,” Pamela said, inspecting her plants.

“Down, boys. Now, let me introduce you to our newest addition. Sugar, this one here is Bud and the other one is Lou. Bud, Lou, this is…” Harley trailed off, unsure if she should say the name or not.

“Marinette’s fine,” the girl said. She had that name for most of her life. It’s just that for the past year when her name is called, nothing good ever happens. It’s the terror of being found when she doesn’t want to be and when someone tries to find her, it is usually time to ‘punish’ her for something she never did.

“But you don’t like it.”

“Just bad memories. I will get over it.” The girl tried to hide the shakiness in her voice by acting nonchalant and with a smile. It didn’t pass the two women's notice.

“How about you choose a new one?” Pamela suggested, “Like a code name. People called me Poison Ivy and it feels less personal. The only one who calls me my actual name is Batman because he’s Batman and it humanises me or so he says.”

“Besides, now that you are one of us, you need a gimmick,” Harley chimed in, swinging her arm around her girlfriend.

“What?”

“You see, Red got her thing with plants so that’s why people call her ‘Poison Ivy’. I mentioned Calendar Man earlier. His name is actually Julian and his thing is to celebrate holidays in illegal but wildest ways possible. And you know Edward, right? The bald one who we let out before we drove off with you. He does riddles and puzzles stuff as the Riddler. Point is Gotham is crazy, sugar. You need a thing so we can show you the best time of your life while you are here and you ain’t going to get that in that padded room.”

Pamela pushed Harley’s arms off and reassured the girl, “You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I am sure we can pull some strings so you don’t have to spend the rest of your life in Arkham and without associating with us like that. No strings attached. Promise. Harley gets ahead of herself sometimes. I suggested picking out another name because you seem uncomfortable with the one you have.”

“Sorry about that, sugar. And Red’s right. If you don’t want to, you don’t have to agree.”

“Why?” The girl asked in a soft voice.

“Why are we willing to do all of that for you?”

She nodded.

“Well,” Harley tapped her lips, “you are just a kid. Sorry, kid but in our eyes, you are. And no kids like you deserve to spend their life locked up. Reason 2 is the entire city is corrupt to the core and you need someone to show you the ropes if you are going to stay. Number 3 is because of the Joker. Once he hears about you, I know that bastard well enough that he will want to get his hands on you. Me and Red would be able to give you some protection as long as we are around.”

The girl was quiet as she thought about what they had told her. She doesn’t know much about Gotham and the two ladies were willing to help her. They even gave her an out.

“The offer about staying out of Arkham and not doing any crime. What exactly does it entail?” she asked.

“We have a friend who will hear us out about your case. He might be able to change your identity or something and get you adopted or into the foster system.”

“NO!” she cried. The girl tried to recover from her outburst by clearing her throat and replied more calmly albeit a tad shakily, “No. No. I don’t want that.”

“I am sure there are some nice people that would take you in. They don’t have to be from Gotham.”

“What if they start to hate me? What if they find out that I am Joker’s daughter and treat me like I am some sort of freak? Then, I will be sent to Arkham again. And- And- ” The girl started to have a panic attack and switched to French.

Eventually, she calmed down and found herself on the couch being hugged by Harley and Pamela on each side.

“I am guessing that panic attack has to do something with the scums you called parents, huh?” Harley asked.

“They are nice people. It’s just,” the girl bit her lip as she realised that no matter how crazy Gotham was, no one was going to believe her about Lila using magic, “they were manipulated into hating me.”

Harley pursed her lips in worry and questioned, “Do you mind sharing with the rest of us?”

The girl took in a deep breath, “You know how my classmates were more or less bullying me right? They told my parents that I was bullying this one girl and they believed my classmates even though I told them I wasn’t doing that. I guess they were disappointed about how I wasn’t the girl they had thought they had raised and dropped the bomb that I was a stand-in for their dead daughter when they visited me for my trial.”

The plants around the warehouse started to shake in response to Pamela's anger while Harley tried to not blow up as she hugged the girl tighter.

“That was pretty shitty of them. You didn’t deserve that. I only knew you for a few days and you are the sweetest, nicest kid I ever had the pleasure of meeting.”

Pamela pulled them closer to her, “I agree with Harley. If I could, I would go over to Paris right now and strangle them with my vines and use their corpses for fertilisers. Human blood is great plant food.”

“Yeah and, Bud and Lou would also love having human flesh for dinner.” Harley chimed in.

The girl rubbed her eyes at the oddly sweet violent offers and said, “Thanks, guys. But I don’t think my conscience can handle people dying on my behalf.”

“Shame. I suppose my more carnivorous children can live with steak.” Pamela commented dryly.

The girl giggled and they all fell into silence. The silence only lasted for a moment before Harley jumped up and headed to the kitchen area, “Okay, this is a good enough stopping point after unloading some emotional baggage. Red, load up some films, will ya? While I will make some popcorn. It’s time for girls’ movie night. Perfect end after an Arkham breakout.”

“Do you have any preferences?” Pamela asked the girl who shook her head.

“I don’t mind anything,” she replied but after a moment of contemplation added, “Except for superheroes.”

“Good news. You are hanging out with two partially-reformed supervillains. We only tolerate heroes but still hate their guts.”

It got a snort out of the girl. Pamela smiled as she began browsing through the options.

“Um..Mdm. Isley,” a shy voice called out.

“You can call me Pam.”

“Oh. Pam, can you tell me who the other heroes are? I only know about Batman.”

Pamela replied, “First off, they prefer to be called vigilantes. Most of Gotham just refer to any one of them as the Bats. Second, I can’t tell you exactly how many there are because there has been a lot of name changing and Batman has like a new sidekick every other month. This is the basics. In the beginning, Batman had one and he was named Robin. Then they were joined by Batgirl. Robin grew up and flew out of the nest and created a new identity which is Nightwing. He now mostly stays in Bludhaven and comes back to visit Gotham once in a while. Then, Batman got another Robin which we call Robin #2. Unfortunately, Robin #2 died because of the Joker…”

Pamela continued to spill tea about the Bat family drama. Harley returned with the popcorn and added details which Pamela missed. The girl was more invested about the stories of the Gotham vigilantes than whatever movie was serving as white noise.

“Okay, okay. So there is Batman,” The girl held up one finger, “Nightwing who is the first sidekick.” She added another finger, “There was a second one who died. We are on the third one right now but there was a fourth one while the third was gone for a while and came back. The fourth one is a girl Robin who used to and also currently goes by Spoiler. Batgirl also got replaced by a scarier version. And there is a Batwoman. Who is also not the old Batgirl?”

“You got them all more or less.”

The girl turned her attention to the movie while Harley and Pamela’s commentary of it was a nice background noise as she organised her thoughts. She didn’t really pay attention to what they were talking about as her mind drifted.

Chances are if she kept spending more time around Harley and Pamela, she was going to run into the Bats at one point and they would not see her as someone on the side of ‘good’. But was that even a bad thing?

The painful truth was that the girl was tired of defending herself. Back when everyone called her the ‘Everyday Ladybug’, it was exhausting. Sure she was nice and kind but that was just what the class needed to drop everything onto her. She was happy to do stuff for her ‘friends’ or did she just do it because the adults told her to?

She tried to be the bigger person and stand on the moral high ground when it comes to Chloe. That only gave her the worst time in school. She followed all the rules and did her best to help the people around her. And all of that didn’t even matter.

Her status as the ‘Everyday Ladybug’ went down the moment Lila whispered a few sweet lies into their ears with what she now knew was thanks to magic that they believed her.

What would even be the point of trying to show that she was a good person to someone who won’t even listen? 

Well, fine if the Universe wanted her to be the bad guy. She would play the part with all she had. Her new name should properly reflect that.

Someone who breaks all the rules. Someone who defies the people in charge. A Rebel.

“Harley, Pam.” The two looked at her with curiosity.

“I got my name,” she announced.

Harley jumped up and clapped her hands in excitement, “That’s fantastic, sugar. So what is it? Oh, is it Raven? But I think that is already taken by a demon chick. How about Night-crawler?”

“Harley, calm down. Give the girl some time to tell us.” Pamela chided her girlfriend.

“Sorry.” Harley sat back down but visibly shaking with anticipation.

“I was thinking of going by Rebel.”

“That is so badass. Why that though? Any particular reasons you can share with us, Rebel.”

Rebel smiled, “I guess if I am going to do this Rouge thing. I am going to do this right. Breaking all the rules cause they are only habits. Plus I can be the Joker’s rebellious teenage daughter. I am not going to be going around Gotham dressed as a clown. No offence Harley.”

Harley cackled, “I don’t mind. I love it.”

“Do you guys have a sketchbook lying around?” Rebel sheepishly asked, “Because I got some great costume ideas I want to sketch out.”

“You can draw?” Pamela inquired while Harley went around to fulfil Rebel’s request.

Rebel replied, “Only clothes. I can do decent art if I try. Fashion is still my passion. It’s one of things from my old life that I don’t hate completely.”

“Sorry, Reb.” Harley came back with a red leather jacket and a domino mask, “No wait. That sounds too close to Red.” She shrugged, “I will think of something. But we don’t have any sketchbooks in the house or paper. Or pencils.”

“It’s fine. What’s with that?” Rebel asked, pointing her chin at the items in Harley’s arms.

“Oh, this.” Harley held up the jacket and tossed it towards her, “This is for your first official debut. I think you are about my size. With the bats focused on Calendar Man, they won’t be paying attention to some stationary store theft. A bit lacklustre for a crime. But baby steps.”

Rebel stared at the mask and jacket. Was she actually going to do this? Step out of the light and go into the dark side.

Pamela noticed her hesitation, “You don’t have to do this. You can back out if you are not ready.”

Rebel shook her head and put the jacket on, “Let’s do this.”

“Atta girl.” Harley then looked over Rebel’s clothes which were the standard Arkham-issued orange jumpsuits, “How about we change clothes first. yeah?”

Rebel looked over herself, “I think that’s a great idea.”

A few hours later, Harley and Poison Ivy were seen robbing the shopping district with a new partner with the name of Rebel.

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(Part 3)

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[59/?]

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CW: Non-graphic violence, death

“Hey Pix can I ask you something?” 

Marinette puts down her sketchbook, looking at her brother at the head of the table. “Sure, what is it?” 

“Your . . . Miraculouses.” Jason motions to his ears. “You have one that time travels right?” 

Marinette averts gaze. “Yeah . . . why?” 

“Have you ever gone back in time as a kid?” 

“Umm . . .” 

---

One Year Ago 

Marinette dusts off her shoulder. Today, she’s dual-wielding the fox and the rabbit—the first for altering her appearance and the second for going back in time. She’s been asked a favor to deliver some messages so to be safe, she shifted into a younger version of herself. No suspicion. No traces. 

She looks at the mirror. Hmm, guess this will do. 

After completing an errand, a certain portal in the Burrow catches her eye. She recognizes Red Hood—Jason—and witnesses a killing: bullets straight to the chest, no mercy from the crime lord. 

Out of curiosity, she hops into that timeline only to be greeted by her brother pointing his weapon at her. She imagines his eyes narrowing beneath the helmet. “Where did you come from, kid?” 

Marinette hums, noting his appearance. This must be the time when Jason had just begun his illegal activities, before he had some reconciliation with the family. 

“You better leave before you end up like them,” Red Hood growls, gesturing at a body. 

Marinette only smiles. “You won’t shoot me.” 

“And why not?” 

You have a soft spot for kids. You won’t take an innocent life. She shrugs. “I just know you won’t.” 

Prolonged silence. 

“What do you want from me?” 

Marinette thinks for a moment. “Come here.” 

“What?” 

“Come on, I have something to say to you.” She beckons him for a second time. 

Tentatively, Red Hood crouches down to her level. Marinette moves, as if to whisper to his ear, but instead, she wraps her arms around his neck and hugs him tightly. She feels him stiffen, but he doesn’t pull away. 

“You need this,” Marinette says softly. “Everything’s going to turn out okay, Jay. I promise.” 

Before he can ask any more questions, she moves away, summons her Burrow and jumps back into it. 

---

The second time she “interferes” in a timeline, it’s to see young Richard Grayson, freshly adopted by Batman and given the Robin role. Marinette leaps over an Old Gotham, successfully steering clear of her father but attempting to grab Robin’s attention. The high crime rate is evident at that time, when criminals are yet to fully fear the Bat and his fellow vigilantes. 

Finally, she reaches one rooftop, sits next to a gargoyle, and Robin follows her there. He puts his hands on his hips, lips pursed. “Who are you?” 

Marinette can’t stifle the giggles spilling from her lips. “They were right. You were more serious before.” 

Robin slowly reaches for his belt, preparing to strike. “Who are you?” 

Marinette ruffles to the top of his head. “I’m no enemy.” 

He swats her hand away. “Right. Like I’ll believe you.” 

“No weapons, see?” She raises her arms. 

“You have that . . . flute. And umbrella.” 

“Oh these? Pfft, these are more for defense, trust me.” 

Robin isn’t convinced. He backs away from her, perhaps planning to get Batman before engaging. 

“You like to do flips right?” Marinette asks. 

“Ye—” He clears his throat. “I’m not telling you anything about me.” 

She grins. “Smart boy. I like doing flips. Want to see some tricks?” 

Marinette freezes all of a sudden, sensing the Bat nearby. As much as she wants to see her father, she can’t tell how it will affect the timeline if he sees her. “Oops, I gotta go!” She smiles sheepishly at Robin. “I’ll see you–um—back in the manor, Dick!” 

Again, she makes her escape, leaving behind a bewildered Robin. 

To be continued

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All That Remained - Terms and Conditions - Velze

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            Soclequine returned to the shop after lunch. She turned the key when something brushed her leg. She startled slightly and looked down. A white cat with strange markings looked up at her. It peered at her with milky white eyes. She knelt and offered her hand.

            “You’re a strange one, aren’t you? Never seen a cat like you before.”

            The cat sniffed her hand, then rubbed its chin on it.

            Soclequine squealed and considered. “You know, promise you’ll stay out of trouble, and you can come in.”

            The cat shuffled its paws in excitement. Soclequine grinned and opened the door. It trotted in and up onto the counter. It immediately hopped onto the counter and curled up. She scratched its head and opened the store. She played with it between helping customers. She fawned over how friendly it was as did the customers. It gave nothing but love and affection to everyone.

            “You’re so adorable! I might see if mom will let me keep you.”

            The cat purred. Soclequine showered it with love when a customer came in.

            Lila took a breath at the door, then composed herself. She eyed Velze being loved on by Soclequine. She put on her best smile and approached the counter.

            “Oh, thank you so much for finding my little one!” Lila exclaimed.

            Soclequine paused and looked at Lila. “He’s your cat?”

            “He is. A little rascal, that one. I’ll take him off your hands.”

            The cat hissed.

            Soclequine held the cat away from Lila. “I don’t believe you.”

            “Oh, but you must. I know he doesn’t show compassion towards me, but I swear he is my precious boy.”

            The cat’s tail lashed, and it yowled. Lila flinched and struggled to recover as she forced a smile.

            “See? He misses me.”

            Soclequine backed away and whispered in Chinese to the cat. “I’ll distract her. Run.”

            A bright flash blinded the girls. The cat took off before the light faded. Lila stopped her foot and gave chase. Soclequine looked at wrist and saw a prismatic turtle shell bracelet. She moved to take it off but paused. It felt special, magical.

            Soclequine took a picture and sent it to Marinette.

            Marinette’s phone buzzed. She gleefully answered it as an escape. She gasped at the image that Soclequine sent her. Soclequine also explained that it magically appeared from a strange white cat. The others looked over her shoulder and read the text.

            “Well, Marinette? You done stalling?” Alix asked.

            “I… don’t know… what you mean,” Marinette said.

            Alya sighed. “Marinette, I think it’s time.”

            “Alya, we can’t. You know that. We need to remain a secret at all times,” Marinette argued.

            “Secret? Look at us already. Juleka, Alix, and Rose were all granted a miraculous before our very eyes. This kwami does not care. It is doing whatever it wants,” Alya pointed out.

            “It’s something, but it’s not a kwami,” Marinette argued.

            “Sure looked like one to me,” Alix interjected.

            Juleka and Rose muttered in agreement.

            Marinette freaked out. “Kwami? What are those things?”

            Alya rubbed her forehead. She watched Marinette spin more lies when color caught her eyes. She looked atop the glass enclosure and saw prismatic colors shift in and out. She considered as she looked between Juleka, Rose, and Alix. They had done something to earn a miraculous. If she did something, would it give her one too?

            Alya hummed, then sighed. “Enough lies. I’m done lying, Marinette.”

            “Alya? What are you-?”

            Alya turned to their friends. “I was Rena Rouge, then Rena Furtive. I was one of the heroes that had safeguarded Paris.”

            “Alya! What are you doing?” Marinette demanded.

            “I’m done, Marinette. We’ve lied and kept this secret for so long. And look now. Juleka, Rose, and Alix all got a miraculous, gifted to them by Velze. And judging by the photo Soclequine sent you, she was bestowed one as well. And, it’s selfish, but I want my own miraculous. I want to be a superhero again.”

            “I-I’m sure that Ladybug would give you your own miraculous to keep… eventually,” Marinette muttered.

            “And how long must I wait? How long must I prove my loyalties? Time and time again, I’ve been by her side, but it was never enough. Now I have an opportunity. We all do. We present ourselves to Velze and we can get our own miraculous. We won’t need Ladybug to hand them out. We don’t need to wait any longer.”

            “How could you accept this? We don’t know what that thing really is.”

            “Hold up!” Luka interrupted.

            Luka moved through the crowd to the Alya and Marinette.

            “Luka, please, this is between me and Alya,” Marinette remarked.

            “I’m sorry, Marinette, but I’m stepping in. After all, Alya reflects how others have been feeling,” Luka confessed.

            “What do you-?”

            Luka turned to their friends. “I was Viperion. I helped Ladybug in dire circumstances when no others could. A hero called on when absolutely needed. And, much like Alya, proved my loyalties to Ladybug and Cat Noir in ways even they don’t know. It was a heavy burden, one I carried alone.”

            Juleka winced and ran up to Luka. She grabbed his jacket, and he looked back at her with a smile.

            “It hurt to give Sass away each and every time, but because of my respect and duty, I gave him up without question. I can’t count the nights I suffered in silence, knowing what I had seen I had to keep a terrible secret. All I wanted was someone, anyone to talk too, but I couldn’t.”

            Juleka hugged Luka. “I’m here.”

            Luka returned the hug. “As am I. For you, myself, and all our friends.”

            Alya placed a hang on Luka’s shoulder. “We don’t need to be silent anymore.”

            Luka and Alya shared a smile when a bright light flashed. Everyone yelled out and shielded their eyes. The light faded to reveal Luka had a platinum bracelet band and Alya had a platinum chain ring bracelet, both with a prismatic sheen.

            “You speak true, Mortal,” Velze said.

            Everyone turned and saw Velze atop the glass enclosure.

            “The jewels are being returned to mortals, but of my choosing. Everything you know about the kwamis will become obsolete. Your Guardians will no longer serve a purpose. The kwamis will be free,” Velze explained.

            “You can’t do that! They’re dangerous!” Marinette yelled.

            “We are not the danger, but your kind. Too long have they suffered because of mortals, but no more. For the first time in eons, I am back. I will make things right. I will give my children lives worth living. As such, if you all wish to live your lives beside my children, you need only invoke my name and I will judge you. However, you must act fast. You only have until the end of the day. Farewell, until we meet again.”

            Velze vanished.

            Alya took a breath. “Call Kim, Max, and Sabrina here. It’s time everyone knew.”

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[effortandmore]

a match made in heaven (knj x pjm)

pairing: namjoon x jimin

genre: coffee shop!au, fluff, hopefully humor

rating: teen

warnings: namjoon overthinks things, slang/swearing, there is the mention of a threesome existing

word count: 2.8k

summary: It’s well past dark on a frigid December evening, and Kim Namjoon is over it. He’s been a good sport, he’s played along, and now he’s just… done. If he hadn’t been getting terrifying death-stares from Yoongi each time he even thinks about getting up from the café table, he would have already been long gone.

a/n: this short fic was written for @chemicalpink for the @bangtansecretsanta exchange. Hi Marinette, I'm your secret santa, Menorah! Have some fluff and my attempt at silly humor in a coffee shop. I hope you enjoy this, and I hope you have a lovely holiday season and a happy new year! thank you to jess, @the-boy-meets-evil for reading this over for me, you are my one true love. And thanks to @ugh-yoongi and @hot-soop and Jess again for the brainstorming that produced this idea—I’m so lucky you all talk to me 💜 this is cross-posted to ao3 here if you prefer

It’s well past dark on a frigid December evening, and Kim Namjoon is over it. He’s been a good sport, he’s played along (even though he’s known all along that this hare-brained plan wasn’t going to work), and now he’s just… done. If he hadn’t been getting terrifying death-stares from Yoongi each time he even thinks about getting up from the café table, he would have already been long gone.

One more date, he tells himself. Just one more of these ridiculous speed dates, and he’ll be free. He can go back to being sort-of-miserable and a little lonely, but instead of putting up with those feelings in the middle of this café, he can wallow in them in the comfort of his own home. 

Hoseok and Yoongi mean well, he knows that. The execution has been a little lacking, is all. The road to hell is paved with good intentions and all that. Of course, no one wants to watch one of their closest friends struggle, and Namjoon has definitely been struggling the past few months. Actually, scratch that. He was fine until the last couple of weeks when all the cutesy, coupley Christmas stuff started appearing everywhere. He was supposed to be in a couple—every advertisement with people kissing turned into a superimposition in his mind: himself and Minsoo replacing the print models. 

Kim Minsoo, ex-boyfriend, giant asshole, and the person Namjoon was supposed to be moving on from. And, for the most part, he had. He didn’t really miss Minsoo; didn’t miss his condescending tone, the way he wanted Namjoon to dress a certain way or hang out with certain people or enjoy certain things. Ultimately, Minsoo wanted a clone, not a boyfriend, and Namjoon had enough self-worth to walk away when Minsoo suggested Namjoon forego his own birthday celebration to go to some pretentious work function that didn’t sound fun, interesting, or important enough to Namjoon. 

So, here he is, approaching Christmas single, which is objectively fine. Namjoon can be a bit of a misanthrope anyway, so even if he weren’t single, he’d probably still find a way to be a little sad. It’s not like there aren’t wars and global warming and the general understanding that we can’t ever escape the existential dilemma to be moody about even if and when you’re getting good dick regularly. 

But his best friends and former college roommates, Yoongi and Hoseok, think he needs to “get under someone new to get over Minsoo.” They’ve gone so far as to make it into a chant that they ungraciously repeat to him in English over the phone almost daily. It’s his own fault for teaching them the phrase, but in his defense, he was trying to tell them he didn’t need to “get under someone new.”

Their unwavering belief in the healing power of cock has brought him here, to Slice of Heaven (Heaven for short), the small café they own in Hongdae, where he has sat through three “speed dates,” and has one more remaining. He’s consumed more chocolate cake than anyone should be allowed to, but Hobi’s devil’s food is really beyond reproach (even if Namjoon sort of thinks a café with a theme is cheesy)—it can’t be helped if he thought each of his dates should at least try it. It’s just that now he’s full and a little antsy from his sugar high, and tired of unsuccessful dates. 

Their original plan was to send him to some massive world record-breaking speed dating event that happens every year around this time, but Namjoon had been able to shoot that idea down fairly quickly. Sure, he’s an extrovert, but there’s a zero percent chance of him sitting through something like that without wanting to sink into the floor. So, here he sits, awaiting his fourth suitor, who absolutely won’t be the man of his dreams (because he’s decided that soulmates probably don’t exist anyway, and monogamy is a construct, and even if you had one person, how would you even find them and what if they didn’t speak Korean… his English isn’t that good and neither is his Japanese even if he’s willing to study more), someone who Hoseok knows through the dance classes he takes. 

At least he likes hanging out in their shop usually; it’s a good place to work and study, steadily busy but never too loud. And the first three dates had been handsome (if not otherwise bad fits for him), and from what Namjoon’s seen of Hobi’s dance friends, bachelor number four has high odds of being nice to look at, too. 

Date number one was sort of a warm-up, Yoongi claims. Namjoon had laughed when Jin walked in and plopped into the chair across from him. 

“You’re sitting in my date’s chair, you know?” he asked his hyung. 

“Yah, I know, Joon-ah. I got the looks and the brains.” He leans forward conspiratorially. “Don’t tell my brother.” 

“Well, you should move. He’s going to be here any minute. And according to Yoongi, he’s a real catch.” 

Jin’s loud, bright laughter fills the shop. “Yoongi, did you make a fishing pun about me?” he calls over his shoulder in Yoongi’s general direction. 

“About… you?” Namjoon is thoroughly confused, because there’s no way that his hyung, his friend, Seokjin is his first date. They’d even already tried dating once in college before Jin decided that Namjoon was never going to wake up early enough or be optimistic enough to be anything more than a good friend. 

Jin bows in his seat dramatically. “Your knight in shining armor.” 

Namjoon thunks his forehead against the table. “You’ve got to be joking,” he whines.

“Lighten up, Namjoon-ah. What if we have chemistry?” He curls his crooked fingers into air quotes around the word chemistry. 

“Our chemistry is like the hydrogenation of succinonitrile…” 

“Use words,” Jin says impatiently. 

“It’s how you make putrescine… it smells bad?” Jin’s just staring at him with his mouth open, giving him the ‘I’m about to roll my eyes so hard you’re going to regret you’ve ever said any words to me in your life’ look. “Nevermind,” he tacks on.

“Already forgot what you said, since it wasn’t actually words,” Jin replies.

“Go home, hyung.” 

Seokjin crosses his arms and leans back in the chair. “You’re turning down all this?” He asks as he looks down at his own torso. 

“Yes. One-hundred percent, absolutely turning you down. Go home.” 

“Fine.” He sighs before looking at Yoongi over his own shoulder again. “Mission accomplished.” 

“What mission?” Namjoon asks. 

“They maybe thought that if I was your first date, the other three would look better after. Which is definitely a you problem, Namjoon-ah. Anyone else would jump at a chance with me. Just so we’re clear.” 

Namjoon stifles a laugh behind the arm of his sweater. “We’re clear, hyung. Anyone but me would be lucky to date you.” 

And with that, “date number one” ends as Jin gets up, and Namjoon watches Yoongi and him bicker over the counter about what takeout to get for dinner. 

The Seokjin part of the plan worked at least a little bit, because when bachelor number two shows up, and he’s not one of Namjoon’s friends or exes, it’s a pleasant surprise. 

Jeon Jungkook is bright, kind, and objectively beautiful. Namjoon likes him immediately.

He’s a regular at the café—he works as a graphic artist and likes to sit in the corner and work on freelance projects. Namjoon knows he’s seen those big, bright eyes before. He tells Namjoon that he was thoroughly confused when Hoseok had asked him about going on a date with Namjoon. 

“He walked right up to me while I was on the phone with a client, and he asked if I was free on Friday night.” 

“And he didn’t tell you for what?”

Jungkook blushes. “No! And I’ve barely even spoken to him before. I just see him and Yoongi-ssi making out behind the counter when they think no one’s watching.” 

Namjoon would have been surprised that Jungkook’s even sitting here across from him after being propositioned by a stranger, but he remembers how convincing Hoseok can be when he wants something. “But you came anyway…” he says.

“Well, yeah. At first, I thought he and Yoongi had broken up or something,” he says shyly. “And, to be honest, I wouldn’t want to get involved in something like that. I see them together like… every day.” 

Namjoon nods.

“But then he told me about you, and… this is embarrassing…” 

“More embarrassing than having your friends set you up on blind dates because they think you’re too lonely for Christmas?” 

Jungkook purses his lips. “Actually, no.” 

And Namjoon laughs so hard he almost shoots americano out of his nose. “Fair,” he says when he catches his breath. “So, what’s embarrassing?”

“ThoughtyouhadnicethighswhenIsawyourpicture.” Jungkook’s words come out fast and strung together, and he blows out a long huff of air when he’s finished. 

“Oh,” Namjoon says, sheepish. “Thanks.” 

“Told you it was embarrassing.” 

“It’s really not,” he replies. “I’m flattered.” 

Jungkook gives him a bright smile in return, finally looking up from his lap where his eyes had been fixed almost since he sat down. They talk about their lives a little more, conversation eventually landing on the subject of their dogs, and Namjoon knows it might not work out between them when he says, “Honestly, I spend more time mad at Moni than not.” 

His date looks absolutely appalled, and Namjoon doesn’t even get a chance to explain before Hoseok is standing next to the table asking if they had a nice time. Jungkook says he did, but excuses himself quickly and doesn’t bother to get Namjoon’s number or leave his.

“I’m failing, Hobi,” Namjoon laments. 

“Don’t worry, two more to go!” Hobi says, patting Namjoon enthusiastically on the shoulder. 

The third date isn’t much better, because Taehyung definitely thinks he’s there to date Hobi, not Namjoon. Actually, he seems to think he’s there to date Hobi and Yoongi. And they don’t seem to have a problem with that, either. 

He’s watching some strange flirting take place between the three of them, and Namjoon is pretty sure he could manage to escape before the fourth date without Yoongi and Hoseok noticing. They’re completely distracted by Taehyung. 

So, it’s totally understandable (he thinks, anyway) that he’s over this speed dating thing. One was his ex, one basically thinks he’s an animal abuser, and one looks to be gunning for a threesome with his best friends. Three strikes and you’re out, right? He’d feel a little guilty about bachelor number four, but not enough for him to stick around.

He’s weighing his options, deciding how he can slip out undetected, when the tinkling of the bell above the entrance pulls Namjoon’s attention just in time for him to witness an angel walking in. 

This isn’t an exaggeration. 

Making his way into the café is maybe the most gorgeous human Namjoon has seen in his entire life, and he’s got honest to god angel wings on. He knows he’s in trouble when he hears himself actually whimper. He knows he’s really in trouble when the angel whips his head around toward Namjoon because apparently he had also heard the pathetic noise. 

The smile he gives Namjoon, though, is worth all the embarrassment in the world. It’s almost a smirk, and under some circumstances it would look borderline predatory, but even if it were, Namjoon thinks he’d be okay being this guy’s prey. One side of his (very plump) lips quirks up and his cheeks become infinitely pinchable and his eyes somehow narrow and darken and sparkle all at the same time. Namjoon’s having a really hard time looking away, and he’s sure it’s creepy at this point, but the half-angel, half (very good looking) man is looking right back at him, so maybe it’s okay to stare. Just this once. 

It’s not clear to him how it happens, but soon the angel is standing over him, although it occurs to him that Namjoon is seated and the angel is standing and he’s still not exactly being towered over or anything. So pretty and small, is all that Namjoon can think. 

“Are you Namjoon?” the angel says in his equally angelic voice. 

“Are you an angel?”

He laughs, loud and bright, before trying to maneuver himself (wings and all) into the chair across from Namjoon. “No,” he says, “and it didn’t hurt when I fell, either.” 

“Huh?” Namjoon is sure that somewhere in his brain are complete sentences and polysyllabic words, but they simply don’t seem to be accessible right now. 

The angel puts his elbows on the small table and rests his chin in his hands. He watches Namjoon with something that looks like curiosity, and the smirk he’s been sporting never really leaves his face. “It didn’t hurt when I fell from heaven,” he says, shaking his wings playfully. 

“Oh… That’s good…” 

“‘I’m Jimin. Park Jimin, your date. I think you’ve been waiting for me?” 

Namjoon is so happy he didn’t have time to sneak out of the café. “For my whole life,” he mutters, face flushed. He doesn’t think Jimin hears him, but luck has never really been on his side.

“Cute,” Jimin whispers back. 

This is a rough first impression, he’s sure. Of course Hoseok’s friend isn’t just pretty, he’s literally perfect. Namjoon isn’t sure what he did in life to deserve sitting across a table from Park Jimin, but he knows he needs to get his shit together yesterday if he doesn’t want to waste his shot. 

He clears his throat. “It’s nice to meet you, Jimin-ssi. Can I get you something to drink? Cake? The devil’s food is really something.” 

Jimin grins again, somehow even more brightly, and Namjoon decides speed dating isn’t the worst thing that’s ever happened to him. He reminds himself to thank Hoseok profusely later. “You think someone in my condition should be seen eating devil’s food cake?” Jimin shakes his wings for the second time, and Namjoon can’t help but laugh. 

Turns out, Park Jimin claims he isn’t actually an angel (although Namjoon thinks he’s still not convinced of that), but a ballet dancer who’s featured in the winter season’s big show for his company in a role that requires him to wear wings. He’d been wearing a different pair around to help his body get used to moving in them, and apparently it worked, because he claims he didn’t even realize he still had them on until Namjoon asked if he was an angel. 

In the thirty minutes they’re together, Namjoon learns a few things. Jimin absolutely glows when he talks about dancing, he’s a really good listener (putting up with Namjoon’s unfortunate introductory rant about monogamy and gender roles and actually seeming interested), and most of all, he’s kind—getting up to open the door for an older man with a walker, and quietly wishing him a good night. 

Namjoon is enamored. 

“Time’s up,” he hears Yoongi say from behind the counter. 

“No,” Namjoon says, almost reflexively. He likes Jimin too much already and the time has flown by. The objection earns him another almost-smirk from Jimin. ”I mean… if you aren’t busy or something… we could keep talking… if you wanted…” 

Jimin’s smile turns a little shy and he nods. Namjoon thinks it's cute. “I’d like that.” 

“Cool,” Namjoon says, a response definitely reflective of his high iq and general put-togetherness. 

“Very cool, hyung,” Jimin agrees. “You wanna get out of here? Hotteok?”

Namjoon gives an enthusiastic nod. He’s suddenly hungry again now that it means spending more time with Jimin. “It’s my favorite.” 

“Something sweet for someone sweet,” Jimin says as he stands. Namjoon positively beams. People call him a lot of things: smart, interesting, tall… not every often does he hear the word “sweet” ascribed to him. He suspects he could get used to it.

He knows he’s just smiling blankly at Jimin, lost in his own thoughts, in how downright pretty Jimin is, in the way Jimin seems to be just as into staring back at him. Then he hears a chorus of groans coming from the general area of the coffee shop counter. Hoseok, Yoongi, Seokjin, and even Taehuyng who he doesn’t know are all watching him and Jimin gather their things to leave. 

“What?”

Yoongi doesn’t answer him, just turns to Hoseok and says, “We’ve made a mistake.”

Hoseok and Jin nod. “He’s even worse when he likes someone,” Jin says.

“Hey!” Namjoon protests. It’s weak though. They’re not wrong. He tends to get infatuated quickly. “Sorry,” he says to Jimin. “They’re the worst.” 

Jimin just grabs his hand and threads their fingers together like they’ve been at this for ages. “They’re just jealous,” he says, loud enough for them to hear. 

“Yeah?”

“Of course, hyung,” Jimin says as he tugs Namjoon toward the exit and looks up at the name of the bakery in glittery golden letters on the door. “We’re literally a match made in Heaven!” 

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[writtenbyrain]

Hit Play, Pause, and Purr

Word Count: 974

Summary: When Chat Noir has nowhere to go on Halloween, Marinette decides to invite him over for a movie night to watch Kiki's Delivery Service.

Notes: A huge thank you to @auroraesque and @foreverwolf for being my beta readers! I needed a break from my 9 to 5 and, the next thing I knew, I was thinking about a Marichat movie night. It was just a fun, short little escape for my day, and I hope you enjoy!

“Wait, I’m confused, I thought you said we were going to watch an anime movie.”

“This is anime, kitty. Haven’t you ever heard of Hayao Miyazaki’s animated films? Or Studio Ghibli?”

Marinette couldn’t help but giggle at Chat Noir’s confused pout, but his smile reappeared as soon as his eyes slid over and met hers.

The boy poked a finger at the tip of Marinette’s witch hat, his touch light. The hat sat straight up on her head, the sheer black base adorned with glitter and starry sequins; it would be all too easy to accidentally snag a claw in it.

“I can’t say I have, Purrincess.” He hoisted their shared blanket up around his head, flattening his ears as he burrowed deeper. “But it’s got an adorable black cat and it’s one of your favorites, so I’m in either way.”

Yesterday, Ladybug had asked her partner if he had any plans for Halloween. After all, the holiday itself seemed right up his alley — all dark and playful and sweet. But when he admitted with a half-hearted shrug that he had nothing going on, she made sure to flag him down later on as Marinette and insist he come over for a movie.

Now, the two sat cross-legged, their knees just barely brushing on top of the nest of blankets and pillows scattered about Marinette’s room.

In preparation for the night, she had put out a wide variety of macarons — Marinette wasn’t sure what flavor, exactly, was his favorite, though he appeared to gravitate toward the passion fruit ones — as well as a plate of chocolate croissants.

“Well that’s all the more reason we have to watch it!” she exclaimed, shaking the remote. “It’s practically sacrilege to love anime but not know Studio Ghibli. We’ll have to watch more of these movies later on.”

She hadn’t lied, of course. Kiki’s Delivery Service was one of her favorite movies and had been since she was a small girl.

But this year she had the added motivation of dressing up as a witch, knowing that a certain black kitty would be by her side. Halloween was for dressing up, so who said she couldn’t cosplay a little… even if she was staying in?

Throughout the start of the movie, Chat Noir remained fixated on the screen, grinning when Kiki took flight and nodding in approval after she was affectionately taken in by Osono, the baker.

For Marinette, watching Chat Noir’s enjoyment was almost better than watching the movie itself.

“Wait.” Chat Noir grabbed the remote to pause the movie. “So how is she going to get the toy back?”

Kiki was in the middle of one of her first errands, but it had already gone awry. Jiji had to temporarily take the place of the small cat figurine she had been hired to deliver, and now she had to hunt it down if she was to save the job and get her beloved cat back.

“That’s what she’s trying to figure out too, Chaton.”

That adorable pout was back. Marinette grabbed a passion fruit macaron and popped it into his mouth with a gentle smile.

“We’ll just have to find out together,” she said.

Chat Noir took a bite and put the cookie down before crossing his arms in feigned annoyance.

“But you already know the ending,” he pointed out.

“Well, then I’ll pretend I don’t.”

Chat Noir paused in consideration before stealing Marinette’s hat and fixing it onto his own head with a satisfied grin. It sat slightly askew, fitting over only one pointed ear.

Marinette chuckled and suppressed the urge to reach out and right it for him.

“Okay, we can pretend,” he said. “After all, I don’t want to bring the wrong cat-itude to movie night.”

“Nope,” she agreed. “We wouldn’t want you feline left out.”

The hat started to slide sideways.

Before it could fall, Marinette quickly leaned forward to grab the brim with one hand and steady herself on his shoulder with her free hand. The hat crisis was averted, but—

Marinette froze.

Oh God, she had gotten really close.

The television provided just enough light for her to make out the faint blush pooling into Chat Noir’s cheeks as he met her eyes, mere inches away. She looked away and bit her lower lip as she felt her cheeks begin to warm, as well.

“Umm, let’s keep watching,” she suggested. She put down the hat and hastily pulled back to reach for the remote.

Before she could hit “play,” however, Chat Noir pulled her back, one hand tugging gingerly on her wrist.

“You can, um, sit closer,” he mumbled self-consciously. “If you want to, I mean.”

The warmth in Marinette’s cheeks slowly traveled down to her chest, leaving her giddy and nervous in a way that… was actually not as scary as she had expected.

Despite the initial awkwardness of the moment, neither of them pulled away from the contact.

“Okay,” she said slowly. “I… I’d like that.”

After retrieving the remote, Marinette sat back and tilted her head to rest on Chat Noir’s shoulder. Slowly, he rested one hand on her knee and leaned his cheek against her hair with a contented sigh.

The rest of the movie was infused with this hesitant warmth, the night passing with a sense of companionship that was so new yet so familiar all at once.

Eventually, Kiki would get her power of flight back. She would save Tombo and write to her parents, assuring them of her newfound joy.

And under their shared blanket — wrapped in fleece and dessert crumbs and laughter — Marinette felt just as happy. In fact, she thought she had never experienced anything quite as sweet as having Chat Noir’s infectious smile so near to her own.

She wouldn’t have wanted to celebrate Halloween any other way.

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Submitted prompt:

Edited and added stuff in to make it still be in character.

Adrien, after being subtly affected by a smart Akuma that increases risk-taking behavior, (or at least lowers your ability to plan ahead or recognize what consequences your actions will have) somehow learned that Marinette is Ladybug (because she was also affected by the Akuma, and didn’t cover her tracks as she left as she usually does, and Adrien followed her), and decided to prove his love for her by acting like his Chat Noir persona, unable to figure out while under the Akuma’s influence why this wouldn’t work and would, in fact, be a terrible idea.

There’s a reason he only acts like Chat Noir when he has the mask on, but right now, he can’t imagine why he thought it was so important.

Marinette immediately realizes he’s Chat Noir after hearing the words “My Lady” and seeing the way he’s behaving, down to the smallest movement and smile, and she is of course terrified--she still has her memories of the horrific Chat Blanc incident, not to mention that Chat Noir knowing her secret identity means he’s going to keep harassing her to date him and there’s nowhere she can escape now to get away from him.

Marinette is freaking out, and runs to the bathroom to hide while she has a panic attack, and Alya and her other friends followers her in alarm, trying to figure out what’s wrong. She just begs them in tears to help her avoid Adrien. They are confused and alarmed and afraid, but after seeing the terrified look in Marinette’s eyes, they don’t argue.

Marinette decides she’s not even going to stay at school for the rest of the day, she’s leaving immediately, consequences be damned, and she just needs them to keep Adrien away from her so she can get away. She’s still crying while she’s laying out this plan, and they agree. They’re her friends, they care about her, even when they’re confused.

Normally, Adrien is sweet and “full of sunshine”, as some of the commercials he’s in claim, and normally, they wouldn’t be able to even imagine Marinette being afraid of him.

But they’ve noticed the change in his behavior too, it’s impossible not to notice, and...it’s alarming, to say the least. It’s actually really creepy, and when they try to distract him so Marinette can make her escape, they get to watch in horror as he pulls Rose into his side and kisses her on the cheek despite her shock and dismay. They’re all immediately on the defensive, angry and scared and unable to figure out why he’s acting like this. Juleka knocks him flat on his butt with one punch, and pulls Rose back to safety, but not before she stomps on his foot for good measure.

Adrien can’t figure out where things went wrong. He’s a rich model, his face is on every billboard and commercial and mug in the city -- why wouldn’t Rose be overjoyed to receive some of his attention? He’s the boy every girl wants -- smart, talented, rich, pretty, and did he mention rich? He knows Rose is dating Juleka, but that doesn’t mean he can’t pursue her himself! He’s Adrien Agreste -- any girl should count herself blessed to even have him look at her!

He tries to explain this simple concept to his classmates, but they’re horrified and it just makes them even angrier.

Marinette has succeeded in escaping while all of this is happening, which is the only good news.

Her friends aren’t idiots, thankfully, and it doesn’t take long for them to figure out that Adrien is under the influence of an Akuma, since there’s no other explanation for his (as far as they know) completely out of character behavior. They don’t know that Adrien is Chat Noir, they don’t realize that this is how he acts when he can get away with it. As far as they’re aware, Adrien has been brainwashed into being a creep, rather than being brainwashed to not care if people see the real him.

The akuma in question is finally defeated, but it does not erase Marientte or Adrien’s memories. Which means they both still know eachother’s secret identities, and while Adrien has to frantically attempt to do damage control by pretending he was forced to act that way because of the Akuma, Marinette knows the truth. She knows exactly how much danger she’s in now that he knows her identity, now that she knows the boy who won’t take no for an answer in in her class and knows where she lives, and she has to figure out how to deal with that, quickly.

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[writer-rider-flirty-thirties]

I posted 354 times in 2022

That's 354 more posts than 2021!

33 posts created (9%)

321 posts reblogged (91%)

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My Top Posts in 2022:

#5

Me trying to write Lukadrien (or any one side of my OT3):

Me: Oh look at them! They're so cute! Just Luka and Adrien... Marinette? You weren't in my plans...  You can make a quick appearance but then... No, Marinette, you gotta go... No, don't blush, Adrien... Don't talk about her melody, Luka!... Yes, you have two hands but you don’t need them both... Wait... Stop holding hands!... Why are they kissing?... Don’t suggest... No... N- Crap, it’s too late: they’re a throuple. Sigh. This is Lukadrien-

The story: 

Me: I guess not.

15 notes - Posted December 5, 2022

#4

The Perfect Opportunity

An excerpt from Day 1: Road Trip for LBSC’s Lukanette Week 2022:

Marinette stopped by her room first, changing into an outfit that featured less flour and sugar and telling the kwamis to behave while she was gone, before saying goodbye to her parents.

“Have a fun time!” Tom smiled as he squeezed her.

“But not too much fun.” Sabine amended, kissing Marinette’s cheeks. “It’ll be better if you finish university before giving us grandchildren.”

A surprised cough exploded from Marinette as she found herself choking at her mom’s words. “Maman!”

Tom's eyes clouded over as he smiled. “I don’t know, Sabine. I can’t wait for the sounds of tiny footsteps to fill our home again.”

Marinette's eyes bugged. “Papa! Stop! Luka and I- We’re not-!”

“Not yet.” Tom agreed, hands clasping over his chest as his eyes got that faraway look again. “But when you do finally get together, I can’t wait to see how cute our grandbabies will be!”

At a loss for words, Marinette decided to just hug her parents one last time and escape the room before they could embarrass her any further… or plant any more ideas in her head.

Not that she needed their help when Luka did a good job of that all by himself.

Especially when he looked at her the way he was the moment she stepped out of the bakery, eyes twinkling and arms crossed over his chest to where it pulled up his shirt to reveal a small strip of beautifully toned abs.

God! Marinette really wanted to lick him!

Unaware of the less than innocent thoughts playing through her mind, Luka smiled at her as he patted the hood of the car. “Ready to go?”

“Ready!” She squeaked before slapping her cheeks- hoping to expel any lingering naughty thoughts- and moving closer.

Piling into the two-seater that Jagged was letting Luka borrow, Marinette vibrated with joy as they set off.

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15 notes - Posted November 8, 2022

#3

Forever screaming about them.

19 notes - Posted November 13, 2022

#2

Musical Casanova

A snippet from Musical Casanova:

Juleka gave her an amused look. “Everyone? Those flowers are in vases around the boat brightening up the decor.”

Marinette couldn’t hide the stupefied look on her face. “The boat?”

A look of realization hit the mother and daughter pair at the same time and she swore they wore the same amused and secretive smile.

“You thought Luka was buying those flowers for other women?”

Marinette nodded. “I just assumed he was some Casanova.”

Juleka laughed again. “Well, I can guarantee you that my brother doesn’t have a girlfriend or anything else. He's too much of an awkward dork.”

“Mhm. If anything, my boy has been walking around looking at those flowers with the most dopey look on his face. Love sick, I tell you he is.”

Amazing Commissioned Art by @sternschauer-detektiv​.tumblr.com! I love it so much!!!

67 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Musical Casanova (Part 2)

Another short snippet and art! Art commissioned from @sternschauer-detektiv​!!!! It’s so amazing!

Marinette’s brain felt as if it had slowed to a crawl. “So he’s buying my flowers for the boat?”

Juleka shook her head. “He’s been buying flowers, but I don’t think it was for the boat.” Marinette was confused until she felt a tap on her shoulder. Turning around, she was met by an embarrassed looking Luka holding a beautiful bouquet…of lily-of-the-valleys.

So that’s where those missing flowers went.

“Oh!” She smiled. “So Sabrina was holding those for you?”

Luka nodded. “I called her yesterday and asked for a favor.”

“They are a very good choice for today.” She hummed. “So are they for the boat too?”

It was hardly possible, but Luka’s face reddened more. Marinette found it absolutely adorable. “No, these are for you.”

Numbly, she accepted the bouquet. “For me?”

Taking a deep breath, he gave her his breathtaking smile that had the butterflies in her stomach doing the tango at double time. “For you.”

As he took her hand and brought it to his lips, Marinette could only think that she had indeed found the perfect man.

Lacing their fingers together, his eyes twinkled as he gave her that same smile that showed off his pearly whites. “So, I’m a Casanova, huh?”

Okay, maybe not.

86 notes - Posted November 18, 2022

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Overworked

AO3 / FFN

Pairing - Adrinette

Prompt - ‘Overworked’

Summary -

"Marinette," The boy began again, his gaze softening anew as he cradled her cheek benevolently with his ringed hand, forehead leaning down to touch hers like a priceless kiss. The girl held her breath from the proximity and intimacy of said action, some colour now coming back to her cheeks.

"Why won't you let me help you?"

The pure heartbroken expression on him was enough to shatter her own into smithereens.

~(x)~

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"She's not bleeding or anything, is she?"

"No, thankfully. But I can feel a huge bump on the back of her head so I think it's wise to get the school nurse to check on her, Alya."

"Ugh. She's still preoccupied with some other kid in the year below. He broke his leg whilst playing le foot and now they're waiting for the paramedics,"

"...Shit."

"I know, Adrien. Nino is also keeping an eye out to see if there's anyone else that could help."

"Why can't she ever catch a break...why is she always in pain..."

"Hey, Sunshine. She'll be okay. She has me, Nino and even you to help keep her on the tracks."

"I really hope so..."

When Marinette finally came to, the first thing she noted was just how hard her head pounded with persistence, as if there was a giant nail being hammered down into her skull relentlessly. It took her everything not to cry out from the agony. The blinding sunlight that peeked through her lashes only intensified the horrible pain and discomfort and with defeat, a tiny whimper finally escaped her throat.

"Hey...hey, take it easy," A calm, soothing voice whispered gently, the owner's tender fingers brushing her damp fringe away from her twitching eyes and their thumb curving on the shell of her ear. Marinette virtually trembled at the contact of the cool ring the other person was wearing, grazing her too sensitive skin. She also recognised that her head was resting on their firm lap and the familiar but warm scent that wafted from their frame. Peppermint, rose and spring.

At last, she mustered all the efforts that her tiny body could ever have and opened her eyes, finding herself face to face with an incredibly worried Adrien Agreste. Her good friend gazed back at her with glittering emeralds that were begging to be shed of their tears as they pooled at the edges.

"Ah...Adrien...?" Her throat was irritably coarse and somewhat dry but thankfully, the boy holding her was more than observant and he quickly grabbed his water bottle which was nearby on the outdoor bench he was seated on, gently lowering it to her mouth so that she can take a few grateful sips. He made sure to lightly hold the back of her neck to give her a slight lift so that she didn't choke on the water, completely attentive and sweetly patient throughout the entire time.

He beckoned for her to take a few more sips, brows pinched when she refused at first only to smoothen out when she tiredly relented and allowed herself to drink a little more. The awful pain in her head as well as the nasty aches in the rest of her body soon subsided into a slightly curbed buzz.

"What...what happened?" Marinette asked as he lowered her back on his lap, his twitching fingers still playing with her loose hair and a frown deepening on his lips. Lips that were rosier than usual, indicating that he's been chewing on them anxiously.

"You overworked yourself again, Marinette. You...you collapsed," His mouth tightened and then started to wobble while more tears began to build up within his already reddened eyes. "This isn't the first time it happened, right? Some of those times we found you in random places, we presumed you were asleep...but that isn't true, right?"

This time, the tears fell at last, landing on her face as guilt was quick to pile up murderously within the pits of her stomach and any colour she had left in her skin decided to seep out instantly.

.

She tried everything to make sure that all was fine.

That she was fine.

That she was okay.

So why was it all blowing up in her face now?

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"I...I didn't collapse! Haha! Don't be silly," Marinette quickly sat up, only for the vivid colours in her eyes to explode in blazing white and cause the dreadful dizziness to transform back into excruciating pain, the girl barely aware of Adrien settling her back on his lap once again without a second wasted.

She could have sworn she saw taunting stars dancing around his head as he watched her with a stern expression, brows furrowed and his grip on her firm. She wasn't going to be able to play this one off anymore...

"Don't try and play this off again. I've been watching you all this time. I've always been watching you. I can tell whether you're asleep and...when it's not just sleep." His shoulders trembled dismally and even more tears cascaded down his flushed cheeks. "What's really been going on, Marinette? You barely eat, barely sleep, barely rest. Always on the move. Always doing this or that."

How could she possibly tell him?

She can't just say that she was keeping a constant eye out for everyone around her in case Le Papillon dared to reakumatise them into a destructive villain that would result in her and her partner getting pushed around and beat up without mercy. Hence why she's been doing everything to keep them happy and satisfied.

She also can't just say that she's been purposely changing her routes and routines on a daily basis in case there were more people from the frighteningly strict and terrifying order of the guardians after her and her partner's miraculous. That she couldn't risk anyone else finding out their secret identities for their own safety as well as their loved ones.

And last of all, she most certainly can't say that she's Ladybug and that it's thanks to her that the villain has his hands on all the other miraculous that have powers and abilities beyond the wildest imagination and dreams that any mortal could ever come up with. That she was trying everything to locate him and his stupid butterflies all the while making sure that her partner was safe and sound and a million miles away from the terrorist's malicious hands.

.

So obviously, she had to lie. Again, and again and again.

.

"I'm sorry for worrying you. I'm fine, really. You shouldn't be worried at all. I just have so many designing ideas and-"

"You haven't designed anything in two months. I told you, I've been watching you. So don't you dare lie to me again." His clipped and hardened tone almost made her jump. It wasn't that it frightened her or threw her completely off guard...it just reminded her a lot of her Chat Noir.

The very same boy who was quite angry at her the other night for constantly overworking herself and not letting him help, only for the heroine to yo-yo the yowling boy away and then dashing off before he could give chase.

She wasn't really looking forward to their next encounter after that.

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"Marinette," The boy began again, his gaze softening anew as he cradled her cheek benevolently with his ringed hand, forehead leaning down to touch hers like a priceless kiss. The girl held her breath from the proximity and intimacy of said action, some colour now coming back to her cheeks.

"Why won't you let me help you?"

The pure heartbroken expression on him was enough to shatter her own into smithereens.

His lips tight.

His cheeks sullen.

His brows rigid.

And his beautiful green eyes so full of sorrow.

Why did he have to be so sweet and caring and perceptive?

Why couldn't he have paid more attention to their other friends and the stuff they loved to talk about?

Why is it that the one time she didn't want him to see her, he's everywhere she goes?

.

"You shouldn't have to help me, Adrien." She tried sitting up again but only managed to get as far as leaning her weighty head against his chest, her entire body continuing to throb from absolute exhaustion and the utter lack of self-care in and out of her mask. Not that she deserved any sort of care at all.

'No one should help me after I messed up so badly. I don't deserve it. I don't deserve anyone.' She stubbornly believed internally, grimacing at her own weaknesses and of never, ever being strong enough-

"What do you mean you don't deserve anyone...?" Adrien's shocked whisper sent a jolt through her entire being, the girl swiftly whirling back to face him with an astonishing gape. Her eyes almost watered from the way he stared back at her, practically flabbergasted.

She didn't say all of that out loud...

Right?

"Marinette." He was gripping her arms now, emerald greens entirely frightened on her behalf. "What do you mean that you messed up? That you don't deserve anyone? Why are you saying such horrible things!?"

.

Again.

She messed up again!

She was the worst person in the world!

Why can't her loved ones ever get a break from her stupid, stupid mistakes!?

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It was as if Adrien sensed her fight or flight mode, that he knew that she was gearing up to speed away from him as fast as possible. So he decided that he wasn't going to give her the opportunity.

'Never again. I'm never letting her go again.' He quickly enveloped her within his arms, fingers pressing into her lower back and the back of her head, his breathing coming out slightly raspy as the forbidden theories he had within his heart started to spill out. Theories and secrets and wonders and even hopes that he tried to seal away for the sake of her safety.

All the while, one add one was starting to equal one.

"Adrien...you have to let me go," Though those were her words, Marinette's actions were anything but. She couldn't stop the way her sore, throbbing fingers clutched his dark shirt like a lifeline. She couldn't stop the way she quivered with unadulterated fatigue under the comfort of his body.

She couldn't stop the way her stupid, betraying tears finally flowed out and soaked his chest as her heart battered her ribcage a million miles per hour.

She's so stupid.

She's so weak.

She never should have been born-

"Those are all lies, My Lady."

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It was as if all the time in the world stopped to a standstill but at the same time, kept going like she wasn't hit with one of the biggest bombshells ever.

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The cool breeze continued to ruffle through their soft hair as Adrien smoothly pressed her face into the crook of his neck, his long piano fingers tangling up within her midnight tresses as if to prove himself that she was still here.

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The Parisian traffic continued to go on in the distance, cars beeping and the sounds of engines roaring, all whilst Adrien rested his head on her shoulder, inhaling her sweet scent as comfort.

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The chattering from the students in the vicinity and nearby, continued as Adrien pressed a painfully soft and tender kiss on the side of her head and held her even tighter.

No, not just Adrien.

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Chat Noir.

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He was also her Chat Noir.

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And all this time, all this time! He just wanted to be by her side! Even after everything, even after all her failures both in and out of the mask, both as Marinette and Ladybug...

He still wanted to stay!

.

"I told you, didn't I? You're never alone. As long as I'm still kicking, still breathing, I will fight by your side. Whether it's kicking le Papillon's ass or the order of the guardians or even physics homework, I'm here for you." He pulled back marginally, just to cup her face with both of his comforting hands and pressed their foreheads together.

"So please, let me in. Let me protect you. Let me be there for you, Marinette,"

"...Chaton..." The beloved nickname for her partner barely made it past her quaking lips, her tone still so broken and so exhausted and so tired and so lonely and it just tore apart Adrien's heart again.

"I'm never leaving you. Not now. Not ever. So don't ever tell me to let you go. Don't push me away anymore. You're safe with me and I'm safe with you." He pleaded further, his eyes shimmering with so many emotions and love and adoration all sorts of wonderful feelings, Marinette felt herself choking up in overwhelm and at the same time, relief.

Her Chaton was always there.

Her Chaton still wants to be by her side.

Her Chaton, her Minou, her amour, her love.

"...I...I just wanted to protect you all...especially you! I didn't mean to fail you over and over again! I'm so sorry!" The words left her before her mind could comprehend them, Adrien's kind eyes never leaving hers. And as if his face couldn't get any more compassionate, it did and it squeezed Marinette's heart to the point where she was gasping for a breath.

"You've never failed me. Or Paris. Jamais."

"Mais!" He laid a gentle finger on her lips, his smile still full of unconditional affection and infinite strength. Enough to lift her up into the sky with ease.

"I'm still standing. Paris is still standing. We're still ready to fight Papillon with all that we have. You haven't failed us at all, I promise you that. Je te le promets,"

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The dam ultimately exploded and Marinette finally, finally got it.

She wasn't alone.

She wasn't a failure.

She still could save Paris with her power and her partner's alone!

And thus, she buried her face back into his chest and allowed herself to really cry.

Cry out her heart and soul and everything in the safety of her partner's arms.

Allowing him to finally protect her with his everything.

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~(x)~

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[p-artsypants]

Between a Rock and a Hard Place (2)

During a class field trip to a natural cavern, Marinette and Adrien get trapped in an elevator…trapped in a cave. Such close proximity means that secrets don’t stay secrets for long… Can the two escape their iron prison, much less their glass cage of emotions? Or will teenage hormones be their undoing?

Every labor day, my family takes a vacation up north to fish, play cards, and just get away. It’s also the time I get massive inspiration and write large chunks of fanfiction. However, my husband stole my laptop while I was distracted and wrote a fake crack fic, leaving it in my drafts for me to discover.

He didn’t expect it to be a smash hit, but I know when I’m holding gold. So behold, the childish humor of my nearly 30-year old husband.

Ao3

Marinette finally met Adrien’s gaze.

They exchanged glances, each facial expression conveying different fractals of a conversation that seemingly never ended. Sure, the elevator was bad. But so was the elephant in the room.

Marinette’s voice came back as a whisper, “You’re….”

Adrien closed his eyes in defeat and a little bit of something else. Hidden fear? “….Chat Noir. Right, that’s what you said.”

Marinette drew a hand to her mouth. “Oh my God.”

“Because I have green socks,” Adrien tried an incredulous look, “with paw prints on them. That’s not exactly undeniable proof Marinette…” But there was a shakiness to his voice. She might call his bluff. Then what would he do?

“No, no no. It’s you. I know it’s you…” Marinette’s expression hadn’t changed since the elevator stopped moving. Her face was sheet white, though the elevator bulb doused it in a substation yellow.

“You can’t possibly know that. It’s not true.” 

“I know it’s you! You did the same thing with your feet. The way you showed it off, like you were proud of wearing them. You said they were your new favorite socks and you’d wear them everyday—“

Adrien faltered, “That’s not tru…..Wait, how did—“ 

Marinette was rambling, “I said you shouldn’t do that because if I ever found you in the real world I’d know you by your socks, but you said—“

“—I said ‘No-one would notice a silly boy and his favorite socks.’” Adrien completed her sentence and the two were silent for a long while.

They stared at one another; one boy and a girl who suddenly felt like complete strangers that knew everything about each other.

“Chat?” Marinette whimpered.

“Milady?” Adrien winced as he said it. There was no going back now.

Marinette inhaled sharply. Adrien guessed the sudden realization was taking an extra toll now that he had assumed her secret identity as well.

Marinette pressed her back against the elevator wall and slowly slid down to the floor, her eyes stuck in a thousand-yard stare.

Adrien, needing the comfort of his friend but not entirely sure he was welcome, opted for the wall adjacent to hers. He sat down so their feet were at a perpendicular angle. That way he wouldn’t have to look directly into her eyes; her ghostly stare went past him now.

“We’re stuck in an elevator…” whispered Marinette, like she was afraid the words would rattle the cabin.

“No,” Adrien corrected, “We’re stuck in an elevator in a cave. It’s… much worse.” He forced a laugh that sounded hollow and devastated.

They let that hang in the air for a moment.

“I had a dream about this once.” Marinette confessed without blinking. The situation couldn’t get much worse, best air out the laundry now.

“Uh, me too,” Adrien laughed bashfully, “Although, you were wearing red tights…. and I didn’t know it was you. Does that count?”

Marinette made a humming noise, but it was hollow, like whatever joy that would have brought her had long passed.

Adrien kept readjusting his seat. Marinette didn’t seem to be taking this well. He had to ease the tension.

“Hey,” he tried, “Could be worse. At least nobody else knows. The two of us can sort this out.”

Marinette finally closed her eyes, her head slowly shaking.

“We’re still stuck in an elevator,” she said.

“Oh, someone will notice it’s broken and come to rescue us.”

“That could be hours from now, Adrien.” Marinette curled in on herself, trying to bury her head between her legs. Perhaps she could become so small, that all her problems would go away.

“No way, the group will have to check on us eventually. Besides… we could always break ourselves out…” Adrien coyly fiddled with his ring, hinting at the power of the miraculous.

Marinette finally looked up at Adrien. Perhaps if he could see she was on the verge of tears he might finally understand.

“Adrien… if we save ourselves we’d be discovered. Don't you get it? If Ladybug and Chat Noir come out of the elevator you and I went into… everyone’s going to figure it out… then we really did screw everything up.”

Adrien thought about that for a long time. He tried playing out the scenario in his head but ended up just gazing at the top of his sneakers. They were really close to the tip of Marinette’s flats. If he just moved his foot, their feet would be touching.

Just then, the elevator lurched once more. The cabin only sunk inches, but it made each of the teen’s stomachs do a backflip. The cabin light flickered, casting the two in momentary darkness. Just for a second. Then the frail bulb coughed back to life. 

It was a tense moment, but it drew Adrien's eye to a small latch at the top of the elevator. A sturdy iron handle could be cranked to allow maintenance access for repairs to the top of the elevator. Adrien doubted he was strong enough to make it budge. Chat Noir on the other hand…

An idea.

“I got it.” Adrien beamed directly at the moping Marionette. Her eyes were red, but he couldn’t tell if she was crying, or if the cabin light was playing tricks on his eyes. 

“What?” Marionette sniffed.

“I could use the miraculous and rescue you. That way we both get out of here, but only one of us has to be discovered!”

The first tear finally broke down Marinette’s cheek, “Adrien… you don’t have to–”

“No, no, really! You're Ladybug, and you’re responsible for all the other superheroes and Miraculouses. Your secret is safe with me, milady.” Adrien could feel his heat racing. Was he really willing to throw away his greatest secret; his one escape from a stress-filled life? Chat never had homework, or fencing practice, or had to be locked away in his room. Yet here he was; willing to throw it all away to save his Ladybug.

Marinette wiped her tears and let a small laugh escape her. She rose to her knees and moved close to Adrien, wrapping her arms around him in a warm hug. She heard Adrien inhale sharply right next to her ear, but eventually his shoulders relaxed and he returned the embrace.

“I’d do it for you, Marinette.” he whispered.

She drew back and looked into his earnest eyes. A knowing grin slid across her face.

“Don’t,” she cooed.

“Wait… what?”

Marinette giggled and rolled back onto her haunches, “You don’t have to do any of that, stupid.”

“I don’t?”

“No! Just text Nino. You still have your phone, right? Just call for help.”

“Oh,” Adrien deflated. His hand slid into his jeans and retrieved his smart phone. He fumbled with the password a few times. He had honestly forgotten about his phone after being lost in thought of his heroic sacrifice. Relieved, if not a bit bashful, Adrien opened his messaging app and recounted his conversation with Nino.

“I mean, that was super sweet of you Adrien. Really. But yeah, you don’t have to do that for me…” Marinette was rising to her feet. She finally mopped up the last of her tears, half-shocked to see her body had any water left in it.

Adrien’s fingers were typing, his brow furrowed at the screen.

“Honestly,” Marinette huffed, “it’s actually better if they do rescue us. Nobody will think we’re superheroes if we’re the ones needing rescuing...”

Adrien was silent. He was sending messages in rapid succession. Finally, he gave up and hit the call button. The phone to his ear, he gave a dark glance at Marinette.

“That’s not going to happen,” he said grimly

“Why not?” Marinette croaked.

Adrien didn’t break eye contact with her. Something was wrong.

“Ms. Bustier has been akumatized.”

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[ao3feed-ladynoir]

Vengeance Noire

Vengeance Noire by phieillydinyia

After a horrific argument with his father, Adrien escaped from the mansion with his heart in pieces. In hindsight, it made sense why an akuma was sent his way. He shouldn't have let his emotions get the better of him.

But he never expected Plagg to be even more upset than he was. He never expected his own kwami to be akumatized. To become the threat of a city he swore to protect. And what's worse is the fact that Chat Noir can't jump in to save this one.

But Ladybug can. And that's why he has to find her as quickly as possible, suit or no suit.

Words: 16712, Chapters: 2/2, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Plagg, Tikki, Gabriel Agreste, Sass

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Plagg, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Gabriel Agreste, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

Additional Tags: Ladrien | Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng as Ladybug, Adrinette | Adrien Agreste/Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Crack Treated Seriously, Or at least as seriously as it can be considering this concept was adapted from a dream, This was originally a one-shot that got out of hand, I regret everything, Probably takes place somewhere in season 4, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, I Wrote This Instead of Sleeping, Identity Reveal, Protective Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Protective Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Protective Plagg, Tikki just giggles a lot, Implied/Referenced Child Abuse, Emotional/Psychological Abuse, Implied/Referenced Body Horror, Temporary Character Death, Akumatized Plagg, Plagg Cares, Plagg Being Plagg, No beta we die like Adrien's mental stability, Self-Doubt, Disassociation, Anxiety, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder - PTSD, Panic Attacks, A lot of panic attacks actually, It's a rough night for everyone, The hits just keep on coming, also they cry a LOT, It's a rollercoaster of emotions for our two favorite superheros, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir-centric, sadrien angstgreste, Hot Mess Adrien Agreste, Hurt Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Adrien Agreste Needs Love, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Needs a Hug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Gets a Hug, Adrien Agreste Needs Help, Marinette Dupain-Cheng Needs a Hug, Plagg needs a spatula so he can slap Gabriel with it, Bad Parent Gabriel Agreste, Gabriel Agreste's A+ Parenting, Insane Gabriel Agreste, Runaway Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Angst, Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Self-Sacrifice, I feel so bad for traumatizing my precious sunshine boy, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir Deserves Better, Protect Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, From writers like me, I think there might be like one or two swear words, Aspik once again gets curved so hard, why are you still reading the tags, Just read the story already, Go on --- git (endearing)

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August Minific Challenge Day 17

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers

Prompt: “you need a place to stay for the night”

Word count: 474

Our Fugitive’s have escaped custody and are now trying to find a place to crash for the night

“We can’t go back to Shu-Yin. They’ll have found her as our connection by now.” Luka states towards the pacing girl. The Pair is hiding in an alleyway to create a game plan before facing the world, also so their Kwami’s can recharge.

“Where can we go, Luka? Besides Trusting your friend to investigate, we have to stay away from anyone who knows us.”

“I know. I know. We can figure this out. Shit.”

“What now?” Marinette sighs, not being able to handle another set of bad news. 

“The Miraculous Box. Our stuff. My guitar.”

“NO NO WE NEED TO GO GET IT.”

“Calm down.” Luka gives her a hug to stop her from freaking out. 

I can get back in fairly quickly, I’ve robbed a house before, it’s not that hard. 

“No wonder we’re Vigilantes now.”

Luka chuckles, and tells Marinette to stay put as he gets up and runs towards Shu-Yin’s house. Goes in and quickly loads up the necessities, ditching most of his clothes to put everything in one bag, Marinette’s bag with the Miraculous Box, and His guitar case. Leaving a quick note for Shu-Yin to apologise for any trouble caused.

He returns to Marinette and they wait till dark to set out and find somewhere to go, hoping for an abandoned building outside of the city. 

On their way they run into an old familiar face, someone they haven’t seen since a lot of bad things went down. Wang Fu, formerly Master Fu. 

He notices Marinette, and being someone who’s never paid attention to the news. He just knows the girl who has helped him out once or twice after his amnesia.  

“Marinette, and friend, Why are you out carrying your luggage at this time of night?” Marinette looks at the short man with surprise. “To be frank M. we are on the run. It’s a long story.”

“Well that’s not good for young people like you both. Come, you need a place to stay for the night.”

Luka chimes in, too focused on trying to keep going. “We couldn’t. We don’t want to risk bringing trouble to your family.”

“Oh don’t worry boy, My wife and I are more than capable of handling ourselves.”

Fu gestures to the pair and continues his way to a small market where he gets a few snacks and things such as milk and tea bags. He tells the couple to get what they need. Then proceeds to bring them to his house. 

He gives the two a room that is on a floor that seems to be mostly storage, and returns to his kitchen, leaving them with the words, “Don’t worry, neither of us can hear anything that happens up here.” and a smirk. 

The couple awkwardly exchanges glances, but when the door closes, they take up the subliminal offer and relax. 

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Taking Flight - Chapter 3 - Set Forth

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Marinette guided the short older man through the train station. She didn’t want to, she wanted to hold his hand and beg him to remember. She wanted to say every possible word that could maybe, just maybe jog his memory. But the power that surrounded everything relating to the Miraculi was old and one of the strongest, Marinette could only assume that in all possibility that a wish had been made to help protect the Miraculi and the Guardians, this magic was so strong it had to be.

A gentle gasp escaped from the old man, that of amazement and a sudden feeling of adoration for the woman as he laid eyes. He felt the itch to drop everything, to let his heart guide his feet down the walkway. But he held himself back and tried to hold himself up, as much as his old self could at least, and cleared his throat, “Is that Marianne?”

His voice shook a little more than would have cared to admit. This was so dumb, he had just turned into a squirmish boy in just a moment.

Marinette giggled, “Yes that’s her.” Marinette waved at Marianne, They didn’t have very long as the train was to leave for London in a few minutes. The two hugged, “I’m so happy to see you again Marinette.”

Marianne smiled at the young lady, she was so strong. It hurt Marianne she couldn’t stay to help but Wang needed her, and he couldn’t stay here. Not to mention there isn’t a lot she could really do for Marinette. Marianne squeezed her hand and gave a reassuring smile, Marinette wasn’t alone even if they weren’t here. Marinette got the message and squeezed back with a nod.

“M. Wang Fu this is Mlle. Marianne.” Marinette turned to the old man as she reintroduced him to the love of his life. A life he couldn’t remember, it left a cold void in Marinette’s chest. It was like a vacuum was pulling the warmth of her chest away. But she felt herself feel a little fuller as Fu had this silent recognition of Marianne, he was desperately trying to remember her, trying to place her from somewhere.

“I feel as though I know you from somewhere, but I can’t seem to place just where. I am very sorry for that dear,” Wang Fu said. He became very embarrassed from calling her dear, it had simply slipped out in all honesty. He hadn’t meant to call her that. He expected her to grimace or shy away from him but instead, she just gave the man a content smile. Marianne reached out and grabbed his free hand, “All is forgiven Fu, we’ve been apart for far too long.”

Marianne let out a chuckle for herself, “I believe we best get going otherwise we’ll have to wait for when the train comes back.”

“I would gladly wait with you,” Wang Fu said.

Marinette couldn’t help but smile at the old couple. It was its own sample of sweetness, while Fu may be more like his younger shy self he still had his soundless confidence he had as Guardian. He felt safe and comfortable for once in a very long time. Marianne nodded toward Marinette, “Thank you Marinette.”

“Of course Mlle. Marianne.”

“Marinette I thought we went over this. We’re friends, Marianne is just fine.”

Marinette giggled as Fu turned back to Marinette, “Thank you Marinette for bringing me back to my Marianne. I’m sorry I don’t remember you, I’m sure you were amazing.”

Marianne’s face flushed, even without any memories from the war he still said “My Marianne”.

Marinette tried to say something in response but couldn’t so instead she bent down and hugged the man. Fu didn’t know how to react but he returned the hug. Marinette gave a gentle squeeze and whispered, “Thank you for everything.”

And before they knew it the couple was on the train to London and Marinette was standing on the platform for longer than needed. She wiped away her tears, she needed to move before a possible Akuma came for her. Marinette had already let her walls go down for a moment she needed to keep them instated until she took down Hawkmoth.

But at the moment the Bakery needed her.

☾•☽

Bridget frowned to herself as she signed the NDA packet. As soon as she got to Paris she was going to start research on what was happening.

Diana hadn’t been to Paris in almost two years, she sent Bridget to check in when she first left, which aligned perfectly with her birthday visit with Marinette. Diana was soon going to visit Themyscira before returning back to her home base in Paris. Bridget was sent to check if there was anything going on that Diana would need to deal with, so Diana once she got back from Themyscira could be briefed on her home beforehand.

While Diana could have asked Batman to get any information she needed but Diana trusted Bridget. Diana had planned for her schedule to have her stay in Themyscira til late December. Why, she hadn’t disclosed to Bridget but Bridget trusted the demigod. Bridget was to stay in Paris til the beginning of January where they could exchange in America before Diana finally returned to Paris.

Bridget had been talking to Sabine to “warn her” of her comings and goings. Sabine had sounded nervous whenever they called, and now Bridget understood. Magic had always made Sabine nervous, so as much as Sabine had studied it Huang had been the one to truly pursue in understanding the art of it. To see magic so far as to see its purest of forms.

Perhaps she could give their brother a call about this situation. Bridget could see if she could get it cleaned up for Diana before she came to Paris. She was going to be here for about four months, which should be about enough time to get something magic related cleaned up. At least mostly cleaned up.

Bridget could only imagine if they had to sign NDAs then there had to be a rule in Paris about not speaking of the situation. But that would be next to impossible, not without an outside party. France’s President wouldn’t do this, would she? There was a lot for Bridget to find out once she arrived, for now, she would come up with a list of things to search for after the flight. After the list was made she took her planned flight nap.

It was an almost eight-hour flight, the jetlag was a pain and she never got used to it. It’s funny how her job required her to fly a majority of the time. Maybe if she was a Super then jetlag wouldn’t be so bad? No, it probably would feel the same just flying yourself would be simpler.

The tension in her stature all melted as she saw Sabine, she couldn’t help letting her guard down. Not when it was her sister, the warmth that seeped through her as she made her way to her. The hug like everyone before was firm but an embrace full of love. She was sheltered from the rest of the world, nothing else mattered but that her older sister was here. As much as she wished she could stay in this feeling she, like always, had to continue on.

“We have much to discuss Xia,” Bridget gave Sabine her pointed look. It may have worked on new recruits but this was Sabine, not many could rival her. Sabine laughed before grabbing one of Bridget’s suitcases for her, “You certainly aren’t wrong. But how about that waits a little, I didn’t tell Marinette you were coming.”

Bridget immediately perked up, surprising Marinette was always fun. She didn’t get to do it often but she was always did it as unexpectedly as possible. Though she rivaled with Gina.

“You usually tell her Sabine,” Bridget loaded her suitcase into the trunk of the cab. Sabine followed suit, “Well you were right about me needing to watch her more. I haven’t really been seeing her since the shock of this whole situation.”

“I’m always right,” Bridget smirked at the woman before sliding into the cab giving Sabine’s address. Sabine frowned at her. Bridget raised her hands in surrender, “My bad.”

“It’s just,” Sabine paused and sighed. “I wasn’t watching out for her like I should have been. I looked at the surface but didn’t see what was going on.”

“How so?”

Sabine rested her head against the head cushion, her stress, and anxiety were as clear as happy birthday written on a cake. She glanced out the window in hopes to quell the thoughts of doubt twisting her gut. She turned back to her sister, “I was only paying attention to mundane things like her grades and if she had enough money to keep her going. I didn’t really ask how she was, just how her day was going. Marinette is emotional, she’s always been in tune with her emotions. She certainly didn’t get that from me.” Sabine gave an airy chuckle.

“Ain’t that true,” Bridget laughed. She remembered being so surprised when she met Tom, the man aside from being a giant had worn his heart on his sleeve. Bridget had seen Tom cry to Marinette’s kids' shows with her when they were younger, that didn’t mean he was such an emotional person, he just got invested. But regardless Sabine had surprised everyone with Tom.

“Can you give me a run down for now at least?” Bridget changed the topic, as they arrived at the bakery. They said thanks and grabbed Bridget’s things and entered through the resident's door.

“No one’s contacted us about living in this apartment so I’ve closed the option,” Sabine stated as she unlocked the apartment’s door. “I still expect rent to be paid. I’m assuming someone is funding your stay.”

“Yes, I’ll send them a message for rent to be paid to you.” Bridget looked around the apartment, smaller than she thought it would be. Then again she didn’t need much, it’s only four months. She spread the curtains, light floated through the room. Bridget seemed to lean into the shine and the warmth it provided.

Sabine sat on the sofa, “Marinette comes home for lunch usually but today she’s eating with friends, so you can surprise her after school.”

“So until then, you can fill me in” Bridget hopped over the back of the sofa and sat down. She could unpack later, it’s not like she packed her whole life.

Sabine told her of the first day, the first Akuma. How people were turned to stone after Ladybug and Chat Noir first saved Ivan, one of Marinette’s classmates. The poor boy was simply trying to sort his young emotions. Sabine showed her The Ladyblog, which was run by a young reporter who also happened to be one of Marinette’s classmates. She also was Marinette’s best friend, she had gotten an exclusive interview with the heroine Ladybug. Perhaps she could talk to Alya one of the times she came over, also last week was revealed to be the fox heroine Rena Rouge. Along with a few other of Marinette’s classmates.

They were all so young, Ladybug shouldn’t be giving magical jewels to random teens. But what if it wasn’t so random, while Bridget couldn’t truly figure out Ladybug what she could tell was that she was young. Ladybug could be just a kid, and so she chooses those she trusts when she isn’t swinging around Paris. That was the only logical option.

She couldn’t risk giving them to adults, anyone of them could be this Hawkmoth or his new associate Mayura. From their few appearances of them and from their voices they were clearly adults as compared to the beetle and cat.

Sabine had left her with her computer to look into things as she wished. Sabine still had a bakery to run, and Bridget couldn’t spend the whole day with Sabine. She was here on business, so until Marinette came home she would be coming up with her game plan.

“So until then, you can fill me in” Bridget hopped over the back of the sofa and sat down. She could unpack later, it’s not like she packed her whole life.

Sabine told her of the first day, the first Akuma. How people were turned to stone after Ladybug and Chat Noir first saved Ivan, one of Marinette’s classmates. The poor boy was simply trying to sort his young emotions. Sabine showed her The Ladyblog, which was run by a young reporter who also happened to be one of Marinette’s classmates. She also was Marinette’s best friend, she had gotten an exclusive interview with the heroine Ladybug. Perhaps she could talk to Alya one of the times she came over, also last week was revealed to be the fox heroine Rena Rouge. Along with a few other of Marinette’s classmates.

They were all so young, Ladybug shouldn’t be giving magical jewels to random teens. But what if it wasn’t so random, while Bridget couldn’t truly figure out Ladybug what she could tell was that she was young. Ladybug could be just a kid, and so she chooses those she trusts when she isn’t swinging around Paris. That was the only logical option.

She couldn’t risk giving them to adults, anyone of them could be this Hawkmoth or his new associate Mayura. From their few appearances of them and from their voices they were clearly adults as compared to the beetle and cat.

Sabine had left her with her computer to look into things as she wished. Sabine still had a bakery to run, and Bridget couldn’t spend the whole day with Sabine. She was here on business, so until Marinette came home she would be coming up with her game plan.

#writing Bridget has been my favorite so far #but writing master fu without his memories is weird and awkward #like what do I do with this 169 old man #taking flight #sabine cheng #bridget cheng #maribat #maribat fic #maribat fanfic #maribat marinette dupain cheng