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marauderundercover · 1 year

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A Robin in the Making: Meeting the Justice League

Bruce frowns at the monitor.

“I already told Superman that I cannot, under any circumstances, come to the Watchtower this week.” He says firmly. Oliver runs a hand down his face, obviously aggravated.

“Batman, I’m telling you, if any of us could figure out how the hell to fix it, we would. And we wouldn’t be calling your stubborn ass.” He huffs out. Bruce’s eye twitches under his cowl.

“I don’t have anyone to watch Robin.” He says, telling only a partial truth.

“Then bring the kid with! I’m sure we can figure out something for him to do while you fix the monitor station.” Oliver says. Bruce starts to argue again, because it really wouldn’t only be his oldest that he’d have to bring along, when a familiar voice cuts in.

“Whoa, really? Can we go, B, please, please, please?” Dick begs, appearing at the edge of the cave with a domino already on his face. And just like that, Bruce has no choice but to cave. Something he was sure Dick knew.

“Fine. We’ll be there in twenty.” He says curtly before hanging up. Sighing, Bruce turns to look at Dick. “You do realize Mari is going to have to go too, right?” He asks. Dick nods rapidly.

“B, you’re not even ready for how totally awesome this is going to be! I’ll go grab M.” He says, darting back up the stairs. Bruce blows out a long breath. He’d told the League that he had prior engagements in Gotham that would keep him from being on call for this entire week. With Alfred in England for another five days, he had no one to watch Dick or Marinette. Which meant he hadn’t even been patrolling for very long. Just long enough for people to notice him (something he rarely wanted as Batman), and then he went right back to the manor. Dick, as he was almost a teenager, had tried to convince Bruce that he could watch Marinette by himself for a few hours. It wasn’t that Bruce didn’t trust his son. He did. He just also knew that Marinette and Dick had been partners in crime ever since Marinette first pulled herself into a standing position. She took off after her older brother and never looked back. It never failed to put a smile on Bruce’s face- well, as long as it wasn’t accompanied by mischievous giggling from the two. Before he can get too lost in his thoughts, he realizes that the giggles are definitely real and approaching quickly.

“Dick, make sure you’re holding onto her!” Bruce calls out. After Marinette had made her appearance, he’d made sure there were railings everywhere in the cave. Didn’t mean he completely trusted the railings to be failproof.

“Don’t worry daddy! Dickie’s got me!” Marinette calls out, and Bruce relaxes slightly. Until the two appear in sight and he sees what his three year old daughter is wearing.

“Richard, why does Marinette have a Robin uniform?” He asks, working hard to keep his tone calm. He already wasn’t thrilled that Dick was running around every other night fighting crime. It terrified him, but the idea of Dick going out as Robin by himself and getting injured because he didn’t tell Bruce where he was going- that fear far outweighed the fear that Bruce had when he would spot his son out of the corner of his eye while going against a mugger. But his daughter, who was still a toddler, wearing a domino mask was a little too much for him.

“It’s not really a uniform, B. She’s not gonna go out and kick the Joker’s butt or anything. I just thought it’d be cool for her to be able to match me if we ever got to meet the League together. Pretty cool, right?” Dick presses, and Bruce takes a second to breathe. Looking closer, the outfit clearly just mimicked the Robin colors, and was obviously not made to fight in. It was, unfortunately, cute. There was even a tiny bat symbol on the belt of it.

“I’m a hero!” Marinette chirps happily, grinning up at him. Bruce softens immediately, crouching down so he can be more on her level.

“You make a great hero, sweetheart. Now remember, what do you call Dickie when he gets his outfit on?” Bruce asks. Ever since she’d started talking, he’d tried to drill the importance of secret identities to her. He knew it wasn’t exactly traditional parenting, but he figured it was better than just lying to her about such a big part of his life. She grins widely.

“Dickie is Robin and you’re B.” She says, rattling the words off as if she’d rehearsed them (he knew she had). Bruce smiles and picks her up, tossing her gently into the air before catching her, heart warming as she giggles and shrieks.

“Very good.” He says, then pauses as he realizes she doesn’t have a secret identity.

“I say we call her Bug, cause that’s already what Lucius and you call her when she has to go to WE.” Dick pipes up, walking back into the main part of the cave as he pulls on his last shoe. Bruce glances down at his daughter.

“Does that work for you?” He asks. She nods, grinning. Bruce exhales deeply. “Very well. Who’s ready to meet the Justice League?”

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The second they zeta onto the Watchtower, Dick runs to the center of the room, slowly turning as he tries to take in everything. He’d met a few of the other heroes at the Hall of Justice before, but B had never let him go to space before!

“Hey sport. Where’s your old man?” Ollie asks, walking in with his arms crossed. Dick nods towards the zeta tubes.

“He’s gotta get Bug set up first, but he said it was fine for me to come ahead.” Dick explains. Ollie frowns.

“Bug?” He asks. “Is that a person?” Dick nods.

“Yup! She’s my little sister.” He says, and Ollie’s jaw drops.

“She- what- Batman has more than one kid?” He gasps. Dick snorts. It was always funny to see people’s reactions to B having kids. Before he can explain more, the zeta tube announces B and Mari’s arrival.

“B! B, look! Stars!” Marinette gasps, immediately tugging B over to the windows. Dick giggles at the look on Ollie’s face.

“Green Arrow. I assume you have figured out where Robin and Bug can go?” B asks, glancing back at the other hero while Mari was focused on the stars. Ollie sputters for a minute.

“What- I- what the hell, Batman! We had an idea for Robin, not a freaking toddler!” He huffs out. Marinette tilts her head to the side, and Dick’s eyes widen. Uh oh.

“B? What does ‘hell’ mean?” She asks, frowning.

“Oh sh-”

“Unless you want to teach her two new words today, I suggest you shut your mouth.” Batman says lowly. Ollie’s jaw snaps shut as he nods slowly. B turns to Mari. “That’s not a word we use, Bug. Green Arrow is going to have to go sit in time out becuase he said it. You don’t want to sit in time out, right?” Mari shakes her head rapidly.

“No! No fank you.” She says, messing up her ‘th’ like usual. Dick thought it made her the cutest kid ever.

“Very well. Robin, stay here with Bug. I’ll walk Green Arrow to time out and send Superman back here.” B says. Dick nods, and Mari rushes over to him.

“C’mon! Let’s do flips!” She says excitedly. Dick grins, immediately rushing over to help her with her cartwheels. He loved being a big brother.

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miracle-sham · 1 year

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Phoenix Villains Snippets.

| {MGI Civil War 3 Event} |

| {Play With Fire} |

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Marinette watched as the fire danced between her fingers and around her hand as if playing with her. It seemed so harmless like this, so different to roaring inferno burning the village around her to the ground.

This is what they deserved for hanging her parents under the accusation that they had set their own bakery alight. As if they would ever so recklessly endanger their sole livelihoods like that? It was sickening.

Her eyes, usually such a clear, crystal blue, gleamed gold in the lights of the flames. Why shouldn't she burn this place to the ground, and rejoice in the ashes? They'd taken everything from her. Her parents, her livelihood, her future...

Why shouldn't she take away theirs? There were no innocents in this. No one had said anything as the guards held her back, as she screamed and sobbed as two kind, gentle people gasped and choked for air.

It hadn't been a beheading. It hadn't been quick. Marinette wondered who pulled the strings to make it that way.

She'd burn them. The scent of charred skin was already becoming familiar enough.

Ashes choked the air. Good. They deserved to know how her parents had felt, desperate for air yet unable to breathe.

The crackling of bodies and buildings burning was loud, but not loud enough to disguise the crunch of soft footsteps against death baked soil, followed by the near silent swish of a cape.

“You're here to stop me.” She muttered hollowly, gaze not wandering from her flickering flames.

“What makes you think that?” An unfamiliar accent responded. “Maybe I'm here to join you.”

She snorted. “You're a Bat. Are you not? Bats stop that which they believe to be injustices.”

He chuckled. Against her will, she turned to look at him.

Poison-green eyes gleamed in the roaring fire's light. ... Perhaps this one was on her side. Still.

Best to make sure.

A man stumbled out of the wreckage, eyes wild, nearly out of his mind from pain.

"Please," he said, "Please save me. I can't -- I'm not -- I'm a good man, I promise, please --"

Marinette tilted her head at him. "Save you, hm?"

The Bat brushed ashes off his shoulder and nodded his head at her, as if to say, 'Go on.'

"Who saved my family?" she asked the man, and saw no recognition in his eyes. "Who saved Tom and Sabine Dupain-Cheng?"

"Make it stop!" the man pleaded again. Marinette tsked and threaded a soothing hand through his hair.

He sobbed, going lax under her hand.

She tightened her grip and yanked his head up. "Wrong answer."

The scent of burnt hair and charred, cooking flesh filled the air.

"Efficient," the Bat said, as she tossed the body to the ground. "Screaming was a little inconvenient, though."

Marinette gestured at the carnage around her. "Convenience wasn't exactly my goal, here."

He snorted. "Sure, it's not now. But later? It will be."

Sending a glance at him through the corner of one eye, she caused the fire to ripple and writhe around her hand and to rise from the ground, licking at the air around her boots. Casting her in a brilliantly searing glow.

She hummed, closing her eyes for a brief moment as she breathed in the scent of smoke. “And, what do you exactly propose that later will require my goal to change to one of convenience?”

The Bat sauntered closer. “Awww, c'mon. Don't tell me this is your one and only grand plan? To burn one little village to the ground and then what? Let yourself get captured by a Bat?”

“You sound so certain that I wouldn't fight back.” She pointed out. “And yet you saw what I just did to the waste of life.”

“You didn't immediately try to attack me.” The Bat countered.

Marinette hummed.

“I could help you, if you were to so wish it.” The Bat offered, a teasing lilt to his tone, eyes glimmering not unlike hers as he watched the flames swirling around her.

“I have other targets.” She admitted. “Not everyone responsible was here tonight.”

“Then,” The Bat started, moving even closer, unphased by the risk of burning, “let's enjoy tonight, the other Bats, Ladybug and Batgirl specifically, won't arrive til overmorrow at the earliest. Afterwards, we can begin making moves towards our next targets.”

She nodded, lips uncurling into a feral grin. “That sounds a wonderful plan.”

The Bat bowed. “The name's Jason.”

“Marinette but I think Phoenix is a little more fitting for the both of us now, don't you think.” She answered.

“Oh, I agree.” He reached one gloved hand out towards her. “To the start of a beautiful alliance.”

“To the start indeed.” Marinette clasped his hand, flames dancing and playing harmless around them both.

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"What," Steph said, "The fuck."

She was staring at a heart burned into the ground. A perfectly-shaped, coal-black heart. That was somehow gouged into the cobblestone road.

Cass hummed. "Not natural, Ladybug" she said.

Steph spluttered. "Not -- not -- NO DUH! Batgirl! What -- "Cass's giggle cut her off. Steph pouted.

"Unfair," she mumbled, "You're so mean to me."

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ao3feed-ladynoir · 1 year

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"They're Calling Us Vigilantes," "SHIT"

"they're calling us vigilantes," "SHIT" by Am I really a writerhuh

Hello? Lady Chatte Noire speaking, to what do I owe the pleasure of this call~ She purred. Chatte? A hoarse voice answered. The Gothamite heroine froze. Kwami, she hadn't heard that voice in so long. Red? She whispered, immediately switching off her comms. The bats didn't need to hear this one. A shiver went up her spine and she instinctively did a leg sweep, tripping two men she had barely seen. G-give me a minute to get somewhere quieter, she resolved, changing her grip and extending her baton to swing, knocking all standing goons to the ground. “Hey Double R!” she shouted to her partner on the second level of the warehouse, “I have an emergency! Cover for me!” The boy barely glanced at her before he was attacked, “WHAT DO YOU MEAN COVER FOR YOU? THERE ARE LIKE TWENTY EXTRA ON THEIR WAY HERE?” he shouted in an incredulous tone.

Words: 1493, Chapters: 1/2, Language: English

Fandoms: DCU, Miraculous Ladybug, MariBat- Fandom, Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Characters: Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

Relationships: Tim Drake & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug & Jason Todd, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug

Additional Tags: past adrienette, shit how do I tag this, Marinette Dupain-Cheng Needs a Hug, Jason Todd Needs A Hug, Tim Drake is a Good Friend, Post-Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth Identity Reveal, Post-Canon, vigilante! Marinette, Black Cat Marinette, MGI Civil War 3, No beta this is war, Luck's a Ladybug for the win, Discord: Maribat Get In Civil War Event

Read Here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/44905525

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alittlemelody716 · 2 years

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MGI CIVIL WAR 2022!!! This took much longer than I expected and you can 100% tell where I started to struggle and give up. Good luck to everyone participating!

#maribat #mgi civil war 2022 #mgicivilwar2022 #it's the same tag?#i'm so sorry jason ;-;#me drawing?#i had 3 tests today and decided to finish this instead of doing my super complicated project #will dickinette win again this year?#or will someone else take the crown?#daminette #timnette #dickinette #cassnette #jasonette #mulberry melody

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serenescribbles · 2 years

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Letters to You Part 2

For MGI Civil War 2022

Part 1 | Masterlist | Part 3

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@mgi-events

#mgicivilwar2022 #maribat #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #jasonette

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nightlychaotic · 2 years

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I posted 3,091 times in 2021

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For every post I created, I reblogged 29.6 posts.

I added 226 tags in 2021

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#i'm in the civil war but everyone's doing amazing and i am absolutely loving all the content being created

My Top Posts in 2021

Plus One

Marinette studied the man across the table from her, taking a sip of her coffee to help her swallow her pride. “Will you be my plus one to a wedding?”

The spluttering sounds from the other side of the table brought a small smile to her face.

“I’m sorry what?”

“I want you to be my plus one to a wedding. Preferable pretending to be my boyfriend.”

“I’m not saying I won’t do it, but why are you coming to me about this? I thought you hated me.”

“And the feeling is mutual I assume, Dick,” she shot back, exhaling. “All my other friends are either, a: taken, or b: already have a plus one, and I told Alya that I had a boyfriend, so she would stop trying to set me up with people, so that throws everyone she knows out the window.”

Dick laughed. “So you came to your rival to ask for help?”

Marinette pinched her nose and sighed. “I’ll design your suit, free of charge, something many would kill for, and I’ll be covering airfare. All you have to do is show up and pretend we’re in a relationship for the weekend. You don’t have to like me, you just need to pretend you do.”

“I’ll do it. When is it?”

“Two weeks. I’ll need to be there next week. You’re welcome to come with me or later in the week, but I will need your measurements by the weekend to make sure I can get the fabric and get it made in time. We can do the final fitting in Paris but the brunt of it should be done before we leave. My dress and the rest of the bridesmaid’s dresses should be done by Saturday, giving me Sunday to pack, and I’ll be flying out Monday,” she said, beginning to ramble as she thought about what needed to be done before she left. Dick’s chuckle broke her train of thought as she gave him a sharp look. “When are you free today or tomorrow?”

“I’m free all day today.”

Marinette nodded, finishing off her coffee. “Ready to go when you are then.”

Dick chugged the remainder of his coffee and grinned. “Lead the way.”

Marinette led the way out of the coffee shop, starting the couple block walk to her studio, the two of them walking in silence, until Dick began to whistle. She bit back a groan, she was asking a large favor of him, she wasn’t about to snap at him for whistling, lest he change his mind.

She unlocked the backdoor, and ushered him in, turning on the lights.

“I’m going to need you to take off your jacket,” she said, pulling out a post-it note, pen, and tape measure, before quickly taking his measurements, jotting them down as she worked, only giving soft instructions when needed.

“Great. So when do you want to fly out?”

“When are you?”

“Monday at 10.”

“That works for me.”

“Great. Meet here Monday at 6 so we have enough time to get to the airport and get through security and find our gate,” she told him scribbling her number down on a separate post-it note and handing it to him as she ushered him out of her studio. “See you then.”

“See you then, Marinette.”

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They landed at the airport and collected their bags before heading out.

“Do we need to rent a car?” Dick asked looking over at her.

“No need,” Marinette replied. “My friend’s coming to pick us up. We’re going to be staying at his house while we’re here, since he has more space for me to work and my parents are busy at the moment preparing to cater as well as the usual bakery rush.”

Dick was about to respond, when a limo pulled up and Marinette, grabbed her bags and strode towards it as the back door opened, and a tall, blonde model of a man rushed over to give Marinette a hug, lifting her off the ground. Dick shook her head at the slight tightening in his chest.

“M’Lady!”

“Kitty, not now, please,” she replied with a laugh.

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I Like You a Latte

“Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my number, so caramel me maybe?”

The barista, Marinette her name tag read, stared at him, a small smirk forming.

“Nice try, Romeo. What can I get you?”

“Surprise me,” Dick grinned as she put something into the monitor next to her.

“For here or to-go?”

“To-go. Name?”

“Dick.”

She smiled, and directed her attention to the next customer, as Dick moved to the side to wait.

“Caramel Macchiato for Romeo!” got called out. Dick looked over to see the barista grinning at him, cup in hand. She gestured it out towards him. He chuckled as he moved to grab it. “Come again soon,” she told him as she handed him the cup. Dick grinned as he left the shop.

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“What can I get you?”

Dick leaned onto the counter, and smiled at the barista. “Are you on the menu?”

“Not today,” she replied with a grin, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. “Anything else catching your interest?”

“Not nearly as much as you do, but I suppose I’ll take whatever you think and a black coffee.”

“On it. For here or to go today?”

“Here.”

“On it.”

Dick sat at a window seat, glancing out looking at the dreary day as he waited for Tim to arrive. He needed a break from work, so Dick decided to drag him to a coffee shop. Wouldn’t get him to sleep but would get him away for work for a while. A decent compromise.

“Hey,” Tim greeted sitting down across from him.

“Took you long enough,” Dick greeted. Before Tim could respond he heard Marinette call out.

“Flat White and Black Coffee for Romeo!”

Dick went to grab their coffees and came back to Tim’s unimpressed face.

“You’ve been flirting with the barista.”

“Whatever gives you that idea?”

“How’s it working out for you Romeo?”

“Well she gave me a cookie, so.”

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“I've been thinking about you a latte.”

“Oh have you now?”

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268 notes • Posted 2021-04-22 22:43:02 GMT

It's a Date

Marinette took a deep breath before sliding into the seat across from Damian at lunch.

“What do you want, Dupain-Cheng?” he spoke up, not looking away from his book.

“I know we don’t like each other, and I’m not asking for you to start, but your family is going to Jagged Stone’s wedding, correct?”

“I don’t know how you know that information but you are correct. Why?”

“I thought you could be my date.”

“What gave you that impression?” Damian asked looking over at her.

“From what I’ve seen your brothers are always one your back trying to get you to lighten up and socialise. This will get them off your back. Besides, you are already invited and if I don’t show up with a date, Jagged will be peacocking me around simultaneously singing my praises while trying to play matchmaker. I do not need to go through that torture again. As much as I love him, I can’t. Not after that fiasco,” she said, shaking her head at the memory.

He sat there for a moment before nodding. “Fine.”

“Great. I’ll design and make your suit of course-”

“Pardon me. I have a suit already.”

“Sure, but you’re getting a new one.”

“Tt. I will not. I have no need for one.”

“I don’t care. As the official designer for the wedding, I’ll be damned if my date isn’t wearing one of my creations,” she snapped.

This got Damian to put his book down all the way as he studied her. “You’re the wedding designer?” he asked. She nodded with a proud smile.

“I am. I’m meeting with the wedding party on Saturday, your father is the best man if I’m recalling correctly. If you can tag along with him that would be great. Otherwise we can arrange for a separate meeting time.”

“Saturday will be fine.”

“Great. I’ll see you then. Thank you for agreeing to do this,” she said, slipping out of her seat and moving to her usual table.

“What was that about?” someone asked as she sat down.

“What?”

“What were you talking to Damian Wayne about?”

“That, is none of your business. Besides, it’s a bit of a secret project. You’ll just have to find out with everyone else.”

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Damian found himself in Jagged Stone’s penthouse, standing closer to the door watching the chaos unfold. Grayson was playing with the crocodile scratching its belly. Jagged Stone was in a corner gesturing wildly as he spoke to Dupain-Cheng who was nodding along, cutting him off from time to time adding her own contributions as she furiously scribbled in her sketchbook, glancing up every once in a while to scan the room. Penny Rolling, the fiancée, played hostess, providing some snacks and drinks for the wedding party, glancing towards the corner.

Damian raised a brow as he witnessed the silent conversation between the bride and designer, the latter giving her an apologetic smile and head nod, turning back to face Jagged, who had now looped his father into whatever conversation they were having, haven stolen the sketchbook and flipping through it showing the content to his father. Dupain-Cheng nodded taking one final look around the room, grabbing the sketch book back, flipping through several pages scribbling a small note one each page separately before shutting it and towing Jagged and his father over to the main area and sitting them down on the couch, before getting everyone else to as well.

“I’m going to take the bride’s half of the party’s measurement first and do a quick consultation with them before moving onto the groom’s half. I will need to keep the best man and maid of honor a bit longer with the couple afterwards. Mr. Wayne I trust you can keep somewhat of an eye on things out here?”

Damian watched her as she moved quickly taking measurements, navigating around Jagged as he talked, somehow managing to get and write measurements as he moved, keeping with him and avoiding his arms as he gestured.

“Bruce! You should commission Marinette for your next gala. I showed you some of her sketches earlier, they’re even rock n’ roll in person! C’mon let me show you some-” taking his father and starting to walk away until Dupain-Cheng lunged after him, grabbing Jagged.

“Not so fast! Not until after I take his measurements. Then you can steal him away for a minute while I take Damian’s measurements. It’ll only take a minute.”

She pulled Bruce into the middle of her small area and quickly began to measure him,

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The Cat That Caught the Canary

Marinette walked through the museum, trying to keep her footsteps soft as Plagg floated alongside her.

“You sure that it’s here, Plagg?” Marinette whispered.

“Trust me Pigtails. It’s here. And you need to get it before we have another Hawkmoth incident,” Plagg said. Marinette winced slightly. Yep. Did not want a repeat of Hawkmoth anytime soon.

“And the reason you didn’t want Tikki or any of the others to know?”

“It’s a surprise!”

Marinette looked at him.

“...And Tikki wouldn’t let us go if she knew we were stealing from a museum and the other kwamii can’t keep a secret from her to save their lives. But I swear. There’s a Miraculous here. It’s not the first time you know.”

“I know. I know. And we don’t need a repeat of that incident either,” she muttered under her breath. “Are we close?”

“It’s just over here. Sheesh, patience Pigtails.”

She rolled her eyes slightly at him as he led her to an exhibition case.

“Care to do the honors?”

Plagg flew into the case unlocking it. Marinette gently opened the case and pulled out the belt that laid inside, tucking it away, before closing the lid.

“Plagg can you relock it?”

“On it.”

“That’s it right? We can leave now?”

“Yep. Unless there’s anything else you want to steal while we’re at it. A little souvenir or two”

“No. We’re not taking souvenirs, Plagg,” Marinette told the mini god without turning around to face him.

“Why not? It’ll be fun.”

Marinette turned around to face him. Eyes widening as she looked at him.

“Plagg No,” she whispered yelled at the kwamii who had draped himself in a couple priceless necklaces and wearing a bracelet around his middle.

“Plagg Yes,” he cackled with glee. Marinette sighed running a hand through her head.

“Plagg. Put them back. We don’t have time for this.”

“Aw come on. Live a little.”

“No. Hurry up and put those back. I’m not trying to get caught by GCPD or worse one of the Bats. Now, Plagg.”

“Can’t I at least keep-”

“NO.”

“Fiiiiiine.”

Marinette watched him as he put the stolen jewelry back in its case, muttering under her breath about ‘chaotic mini god of destruction giving me headaches every time I turn around’ and “God Tikki is going to kill us when we get back, why did I let him talk me into this, oh right because it’s “my duty” to.

“You know the museum doesn’t allow visitors for a few more hours.”

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The Reason The Angel Fell From The Sky (I Knocked Her Over)

“Come on, Ice Prince of Gotham here probably wouldn’t be able to be romantic if his life depended on it.”

“I am positive that, if I wanted to, I could be romantic.”

“No, he’s got a point, Damian. You do tend to be a bit cold and icy to everyone.”

“Tt. I could, Todd, if need be.”

“Oh really? You’re going to have to prove it,” Jason replied, shoving Damian. Hard. Into a girl.

The girl, unfortunately, had turned around and taken a couple steps right at that moment, arms full carrying several bolts of fabric. She hadn’t noticed him, and Damian couldn’t stop his momentum. The two collided, knocking the other down, fabric flying. Damian glared at his brothers as he collected himself, before trying to help the girl collect her belongings, grabbing the bolts of fabric and shoving them at his brothers for them to carry. He turned to offer the girl a hand up.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to knock you down. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. You have no need to apologize. It was my idiotic brothers’ fault. Are you alright?”

“Oh I’m fine, I do more damage when I trip myself than that small fall. I’m Marinette by the way.”

Damian gave a small bow, taking her hand, slowly raising it to place a kiss on the back of it, never breaking eye contact.

“Damian.”

The two stood there for a moment, a small smirk gracing Damian’s face while Marinette’s cheeks flushed as they stared at each other.

“Not going to introduce us, Damian? How rude. I’m Dick and this is Jason” Dick chimed in, grinning as he broke the small moment.

“Oh, it’s a pleasure to meet you both,” Marinette said, as she moved to take her fabric back from Dick and Jason. They stepped back and held the bolts away from her.

“Give me my fabric back, please.”

“Nope. We’re carrying these, little lady. It’s the least we can do after knocking you down.”

“Any way I can convince you guys otherwise?” she asked once more trying to grab the bolts.

“Nope,” Jason grinned.

“No way. It’s the gentlemanly thing to do,” Dick agreed, as Marinette rolled her eyes and laughed.

“Fine, but I’m paying you back for this.”

“You don’t need t-”

“Nope. If you insist, I insist. Come on. Those get heavy fast and we got a bit of a way to walk.”

“I apologize for my brothers,” Damian said, as Marinette led the way. She laughed and smiled at him in return.

“It’s fine. I’ve dealt with worse than those two in the past. I’m not ruining any of your plans am I?”

“No. Not at all. We were simply exploring the city when my brothers pushed me into you.”

“Oh! Where are you from originally?”

“Gotham City, New Jersey.”

“That’s the city with umm… Batman right? My friend Alya went on about them all the time before Hawkmoth showed up.”

“Hawkmoth? Those videos are real?” Dick chimed in from behind.

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maribat-newsletter · 3 years

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Maribat? Get in! Server events

With all the discord servers out there, one has currently been rising in popularity within the Maribat community. On the 6th month anniversary of its creation, the server announced its first event: MGI Civil War. According to the owner of the server, Issa, she wanted to host the event for a while, but it never became a reality, "I always wanted to do an event for the server, probably since the first month. But coordinating as just a mod was pretty much impossible." After becoming the server owner, she went ahead with the event idea after discussing it with the other mods. Thus became the birth of the first Maribat? Get in! event, known across Tumblr and ao3 as The MGI Civil War.

Ships were put against each other as the members began to create a large flood of content for the Maribat ship they supported. For a whole week, content for each ship was posted at an alarming rate, effectively confusing the people of Tumblr who were not yet affiliated with the server. The event seemed to be booming in popularity more than expected as the number of works far exceeded expectations. "So, when we tried this our vision was WHATEVER they wanna send just send something we never imagined we would get more than 200 works.”

The event had not only allowed for the creators to come up with all sorts of new ideas, but also helped the creators for each group work together. Each group worked tirelessly and grew closer in the process. “Working together with people we sometimes don’t interact as much. I personally got more close to people like Tea and Snek, and that made me really happy. And I saw tons of you experiencing the same thing.” Despite being members of the same server, not everyone is as close to another as they would be to someone else. The creation of the event allowed for those who don’t interact much to learn more about each other and grow closer.

With the success of the first event, the second event, Troupe Tussel, was quickly planned and implemented. When asked what had inspired her to start another event Issa said “All the lovely content you all made hearing some saying this made them do content they would pull out usually in months, hearing them say they were inspired by some of the amazing entries, reading all that cool ideas you all pulled”. Once again, members will be going off against each other as they battle with their creativity and skills. In a week the 3 teams did exactly 111 works which included fics and art.

You can find all the works and artwork for both events by searching up mgicivilwar and mgitropetussle on tumblr and ao3.

@mgi-events Is where the owners reblog all the stuff and where they have events updates

Server link

#maribat #mgi civil war #maribat newsletter #mgi trope tussle

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ur-favorite-queer-queen · 3 years

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Master List

AO3

They have no order. No organization whatsoever because organization is for people who have their life together and that is not me.

Maribat March: Complete

Day 1 - Found Family

Day 2 - First Time

Day 3 - Warmth

Day 4 - Internet Friends (Margot)

Day 5 - Last Time (Margot)

Day 6 - Miraculous Side Effects (Ox Miraculous)

Day 7 - Betrayal (Margot Last Part)

Day 12 - Second Chance (Ox Miraculous)

Day 14 - Death (Mentions Covid 19)

Day 15 - New Start (Street Kid Marinette)

Day 16 - Magic (Ox Miraculous Last Part)

Day 18 - Protect (Little Sister Marinette)

Day 19 - Guardian (Kwamis and Batboys Friendship)

Day 22 - What If...

Day 23 - Enemies To Lovers (Marijon)

Day 24 - Story

Day 25 - School Dance

The Titanides: In Progress - On Hiatus

Chapter 1 - The Taste Of Freedom (with an aftertaste of regret)

Chapter 2 - Before Sh*t Hit The Fan

Chapter 3 - Reveals

Chapter 4 -

MGI Civil War: Complete

Prompt - Music (Bullet points)

Prompt - Stars/Dreams

April 2021: Complete

Maribat-Angst-Fluff-April - Miraculous Side Effects

Trope Tussle: Complete

...I Need Help With My Math Test

Die By My Blade Tyrant

Let The Little Ones Sleep!

MGI Bracket Fic War: Complete

I Don’t Wanna Think About What It’d Be Like Without You

Daminette December 2021: Complete

Day 24 - Red And Green

Day 25 - Reindeer

Day 31 - Midnight

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phis-corner · 3 years

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Sequins for the ask game?

sequins: how do you name playlists?

see,, the thing is,, i have five playlists - the really long classical one, the one that my mother made with all her chinese favorites, the one my friend made to try and get me to listen to her favorites, the post-haikyuu depression playlist my otheR friend made, and the cassette playlist i made for the mgi civil war

anyway these are the names of the playlists and their descriptions lmao

1) stupidly long classical to put everyone else to sleep

until they get shocked awake by the cannons anyway

2) don't listen to this one unless you understand mandarin and canto

3) [phi] get an actual taste in music

all your favorite artists are dead it's time to get some new ones

4) iwa-chan!

cure that phd [phi]! this has all the songs, cheers, lofi, backgrounds, commercial cuts, and a few surprise pop ins from some fan favorites

5) cassette 🌺

songs without words, just the way cass would like it :)

((i mostly just listen to the moonlight version of hikariare on repeat now though))

#asked and answered #ask game #ellie :DD

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boldlyanxious · 1 year

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Super Secret

“It can’t always come back to this. You know why I kept that from you,” Marinette said, desperate.

“I am entitled to know about the things that will affect our life,” Jon responded.

She put aside the salad she was making for their dinner.

“It was not a good idea to tell you sooner about my past. There were too many variables.”

“I told you I was Superman. Very early on because I was serious about you.”

“This is more than just my time as Ladybug. I am the guardian. This responsibility will be with me my entire life and then after, I won’t remember my life.”

Jon finished setting the table before he responded. The silence dragged on and when he moved to put the food on the table next, Marinette stopped him with a hand on his.

“This is me trying,” she pleaded.

“If you are trying, then why are you still keeping secrets from me?”

She pulled her hand back, “I’m not. I swear.”

He turned away and headed to their bedroom and she followed right after him.

“I don’t know what to do. I know you are lying.” He put up a hand to stop her when she tried to argue about it. “Marinette, I know you are pregnant. One day you will forget me and our baby because of magic. Unless you already did and that is why you didn’t tell me.”

She stormed over to the night stand and pulled out a little package and threw it at him. He caught it in midair and watched her walk out of the bedroom. He opened the package and there were matching super dad and super baby shirts. He could hear her through the bathroom door.

He walked over and knocked quietly.

She opened the door but didn’t say anything. He could tell she had been crying. He took her hand and pulled her close, kissing the top of her head.

“I’m sorry I ruined the surprise,” he said.

He leaned down and cupped her cheek, he kissed her softly before pulling her against him again. Her voice was muffled when she spoke again.

“I hid it for nearly three days. It took me that long to find the shirts.”

“This is a wonderful surprise. I know it must have been hard to hide from me. We should make sure you have a super mom shirt too.”

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marauderundercover · 1 year

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A Robin in the Making: The Aftermath

Dick laughs as Wally stuffs another cookie into his mouth. Finally, after almost a month off planet, they were home. There was nothing he wanted to do more than go back to his apartment in Bludhaven and take a long nap. But the incessant vibrating of his phone as he turns it back on lets him know that a nap is unlikely to be in his future. Going back to the first message, he presses play as he switches out of his uniform and into sweats.

“Hey, uh, Dick. I know you’re um, off planet? But you said that I could call you if I ever needed you and- sorry, this is stupid. I’m just gonna-“ Jason’s first message cuts off and Dick frowns. Weird. Hitting play on the next one, Dick’s frown deepens.

“Look, I’m not sure if B is gonna check my room or not but I left a note. I uh, I found out that Catherine wasn’t my real mom. I’m headed out to find her, but I promise I’ll be home. I can’t-” “Jay?” “Go back upstairs, M.”

“Dickie! Jay and I are going on a super secret mission. I tried to text you the secret code, but you didn’t answer. Jay says you’re in space so it was dumb of me to even text, but I knew you wouldn’t want to miss my first mission. I have a mask and everything! But I’m not supposed to put it on unless there’s danger. Jay’s mom just showed up with the car, gotta go!” Skipping over the texts, he selects play on Bruce’s voicemail.

“Please, come to the Manor.” Short and to the point, but it immediately fills Dick with anxiety. Why was it so short? Why did Bruce need him to come to the Manor? What happened with Jason and Mari?

“You’ll never believe what Kori- Dick? What’s wrong?” Wally walks into the room, immediately freezing when he sees Dick’s face.

“I’m not sure, but I uh, I’ve gotta go home.” He says. Wally frowns.

“To Bludhaven?” Dick shakes his head.

“To Gotham.”

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Stepping in through the front door, Dick is taken aback by how quiet it is. He had never known the Manor to be quiet. Even when he first moved in and Marinette didn’t really do a lot of talking, there was noise. Whether it was toys, or the radio, or the babbles of a little baby- there was noise. And as Marinette got older and Jason joined the family, the noise just increased. It was something that Dick missed, especially living by himself in Bludhaven. But now, walking into the Manor with nothing but an eerie silence surrounding him, Dick had to try not to panic.

“Hello?” He calls out. His voice practically echoed throughout the hallway.

“Master Dick? Is that you?” Alfred asks, stepping into the hall. Dick smiles awkwardly at him, though inside, a wave of relief washes over him. Alfred was okay.

“Hey, Alfred. B said I needed to come home?” He says, hands stuffed into his pants pockets. Alfred presses his lips into a thin line.

“Master Bruce is downstairs. If you’d follow me.” He says. Dick’s stomach rolls.

“Alfred, is everyone-”

“I do believe your father should be the one to talk to you about this situation, young sir.” Alfred says gently, but firmly. Dick’s mouth clicks closed as he silently follows Alfred to the cave, his heart pounding in his chest. Surely if someone was hurt or- had died- surely Bruce would have come to space to get home. Surely he wouldn’t have let Dick stay in space for two whole weeks after that voicemail if something horrible happened. Right? Stepping into the cave, Dick hesitantly calls out.

“B?” There’s some shuffling noises, before Bruce comes into view. Dick inhales sharply. The man looked awful. His face was covered in scruff and the dark circles under his eyes were worse than Dick had ever seen before.

“Dick.” Bruce nods at him. Dick’s eyes narrow.

“What the hell happened, Bruce? You can’t just be ominous as hell in your message and then not say anything when you walk out of the med bay looking like-” Dick freezes, eyes slowly trailing over to the med bay. “Who’s in there?” He asks. Bruce winces.

“Dick, I’m telling you, if there was anything that you could have done to help, I would have sent Clark to get you. As it was, it was touch and go for awhile-” tired of being unable to focus on the words, Dick pushes past Bruce and shoves his way into the med bay, immediately freezing at the sight in front of him. Jason, bruised all to hell, had gauze wrapped around his chest and one leg elevated with a huge cast on it. Marinette, on the other hand, was asleep, with an oxygen mask over her face and cuts and bruises littering every visible part of her. Dick stumbles back, barely catching himself on the door frame.

“What happened?” He breathes out, barely able to get words out. Bruce frowns.

“Jason wanted to go look for his birth mother. Marinette-”

“I know that. Their messages were the first I listened to. I mean who the fuck hurt my little brother and sister?” Dick asks, his voice dripping with venom. Bruce grinds his teeth together.

“The Joker.” Dick stalks out of the med bay, heading straight for his spare uniform. “Dick, stop. Dick- Richard!” Dick whirls around on him, eyes blazing.

“What, Bruce? You want me to just sit around and let the man that tried to kill my siblings walk free? You want me to let him continue breathing in the same goddamn city as them, cause I sure as hell don’t.”

“He isn’t in the country, right now. And he has diplomatic immunity.” Bruce spits out, his left eye twitching. Dick’s eyes narrow.

“That won’t protect him for forever.” He points out. Bruce nods.

“Oh, I know.” He says, before walking away back into the main room of the med bay. It was true, what everyone always said. Batman doesn’t kill. But Dick was no Batman.

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#maribat marinette dupain cheng #maribat #maribat dick grayson #maribat jason todd #maribat bruce wayne #maribat fanfic #platonic maribat #mgi civil war 3 #mgi civil war

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miracle-sham · 1 year

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Necromancy and Magic Shops Snippets.

| {MGI Civil War 3 Event} |

| {Necromancy} |

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It had been raining the day before, when a fierce knock upon her door rattled the hinges.

Marinette had rushed downstairs to pull open, revealing a sopping wet Adrien at the threshold.

“I need your help...” He rasped, stumbling inside into the warmth beyond.

“Okay.” Marinette had agreed without question or hesitation. She had promised him she'd be there for him no matter what, after everything they've been through as Ladybug and Chat Noir.

“My mother... My father...” Adrien grimaced. “She woke up again. Because of him.”

Marinette didn't need to guess the truth he spoke underneath. She had been dead, cold and still inside that wretched crystal coffin.

“I need your help.” He repeated, staring into her eyes desperately. “I can't do this alone, please.”

“Okay.” She promised, swallowing thickly. “There's a shop, I've heard of. They specialise in... Gardening.”

Adrien nodded, eyes closing for a brief moment. “I can't go. She'll get suspicious if I'm gone for too long.”

“I'll go for you then. I won't let you down.” Marinette whispered.

Which is why she was here, stood in front of the unassuming clocktower that shouldn't exist, labelled neatly with a purple bat shaped sign 'The Batgirls' Emporium'

The door creaked as she opened it, stepping inside. The crackle of magic rolling off her as the wards let her through. She clutched at her Ladybug protective charm tightly.

The shopkeeper was watching her. She glanced away, scurrying towards the necromancy section, hope desperately curling in her chest as she scanned the aisle for what she seeked.

———

Cass looked her latest customer up and down. Their eyes met, and the other looked away first.

She nudged her partner gently and gestured to the necromancy aisle. Steph whistled.

"Ooooh, boy, you're looking for a toughie, huh?" she asked the nervous girl.

"I, um, I didn't -- I don't --"

"Not to worry, not to worry," Steph interrupted. "We've got you covered! We've got animal revivals, people revivals, plant revivals (although we charge extra for a kingdom's crops), and --"

"I'm not!", the customer interruped, "Looking to bring someone back! I need to put someone down!"

Cass's eyes sharpened. Steph froze, then slanted a look at the other.

After a quick examination, Cass shook her head.

"Well," Steph said, "Sorry for any rude assumptions I might've made." Her voice was low and soothing.

“It's... Fine.” Marinette mumbled, refusing to look at her, hands fidgeting at her sides.

Steph sighed. "Look, Cass isn't karate-chopping you right now, so I trust you're not up to any evil. What do you need?"

Marinette made a slight keening noise. “It's... I don't know exactly, I've only heard rumours of it... But my friend, someone he knew was dead and now they're not. And there's. He's scared. I promised I'd help.” She admits, saying far too much and yet not enough at the same time.

Cass vaulted over the counter and pulled Marinette into a hug. She tensed, and Steph feared she'd bolt. Instead, she melted into it.

How long had it been, Marinette wondered, since she'd last been hugged. Even Adrien kept his distance these days, despite everything, not that she faulted him, they were both hurting and coping and healing in their own ways... But she missed being comforted.

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mgicorp · 5 years

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serenescribbles · 2 years

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Letters to You Part 4

For MGI Civil War 2022

Part 1 | Masterlist | Part 3 | Part 5

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@mgi-events

#mgicivilwar2022 #maribat #jasonette #dc x mlb #mlb x dc

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boldlyanxious · 1 year

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Emotional response

MGI civil war: sacrifice

part of kissy kisses

“You shouldn’t have done that,” Marinette shouted.

She was covering Jason’s wound but he winced as she was too rough with the bandaging. He reached and pulled her hand away.

“You would have been hit. What did you expect me to do?”

“I’m not a child. I don’t need you sacrificing yourself for me.”

He pushed himself up. “You aren't a child but you are acting like one. You aren’t Ladybug anymore. You can’t rely on magic to protect you.”

She pulled away from him and reached for more bandages. She had a frown on her face and didn’t speak while she wrapped his hand and then moved to cleaning the cut on his face.

“I don’t have to rely on magic to protect me. I have had a lot of training since then.”

She turned to put the cleaning swab to the side and pulled out a fresh bandage and sticking it carefully to cover the cut along his cheek.

“I know you don’t like seeing me hurt but if you had been hit it would have been much worse. You weren’t even wearing armor. Did you see what happened to my helmet?”

He reached up and cupped her face, brushing his thumb against her cheek, leaving a streak of dirt behind. She brushed her hair away tugging the strands that were sticking next to her mouth. She grasped his hand against her face wishing that the touch meant what she felt.

“I saw it,” she whispered.

“I couldn’t bear it if that had been you. What would I have done?”

She reached back and brushed her fingers along the bandage. She hated to see him hurt. He had felt the same and he was right. She would have been way worse off than a couple cuts if she had been hit. She leaned forward and kissed him. He sucked in a breath, shocked.

She had been into him for a long time but she had always held back, knowing he didn't love her the same way. But when he pushed her out of the way and was hit by the blast she had thought she had lost him. Her fear had turned to anger when he turned out to be fine. When her anger slid away, she was only left with her feelings raw and exposed.

His touch had been so tender that she forgot for that second that he had never shown her anything but friendly affection. She jerked away from him, covering her mouth. She pushed herself up off the ground but he moved faster. Even injured , he was faster than her. He caught her by the arm and whipped her around to face him. She didn’t have time to respond because he was kissing her. His arm pressed against her lower back and she reached up to hold onto his shoulders. He pulled back slowly, his breath still against her mouth.

“I couldn’t just let you walk away after that and maybe that is wrong.” He put his forehead against hers. “It isn’t what I ever wanted, to get a kiss from you in the heat of the moment because you were scared but hell if I could just let the opportunity pass.”

He released her and turned to walk away.

“It wasn’t the heat of the moment.” He paused as she continued. “I was reacting to my emotions but I have wanted to kiss you every day and it has been killing me that you only saw me as a friend.”

He pivoted and had her in his arms again in an instant. He lifted her to him and she dug her fingers into his hair as their lips met. This time they didn't pull away.

@maribatgetin

#maribat #maribat get in #mgi civil war 3 #boldlyanxious #jasonette #now kiss

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