<a href="https://archiveofourown.org/works/54189307"><strong>Congratulations It’s a Bio Daughter!</strong></a> (1518 words) by <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/users/AKP31E"><strong>AKP31E</strong></a><br />Chapters: 1/5<br />Fandom: <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Miraculous%20Ladybug">Miraculous Ladybug</a>, <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Batman%20-%20All%20Media%20Types">Batman - All Media Types</a>, <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/tags/Maribat%20-%20Fandom">Maribat - Fandom</a><br />Rating: General Audiences<br />Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply<br />Relationships: Dick Grayson/Koriand'r, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug<br />Characters: Dick Grayson, Starfire, Mar'i Grayson, Jason Todd, Tim Drake, Bruce Wayne, Barbara Gordon, Damian Wayne, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Félix Fathom, Kagami Tsurugi<br />Additional Tags: Found Family, Fluff, Unconventional Families, written on my phone, MariBat<br />Series: Part 2 of <a href="https://archiveofourown.org/series/4019914">Congratulations it’s a family!</a><br />Summary: <p>Continuation from my first part of the story, “ Congratulations It’s a Bio-dad” this picks up where the other left of and shows Dick’s point of view as he processes finding out about his bio daughter. This story will focus more on the different family dynamics on the Bat’s side as they try to bring Marinette into their fold. Family is hard, and adding heroism and vigilantism to the mix only complicates things further, but will they come out the better for it eventually? What makes a family anyway?</p>

My second part of a new series is now up on AO3:)

R2D2 is my favorite Star Wars character!

So I’ve been curating my history on AO3, and I’m down to only 22 tabs worth of history! That’s down from over one hundred tabs so I feel like I’ve almost got ready to start placing my bookmarks!

I absolutely hate reading a post as I’m scrolling that sets off my OCD. Like instant anxiety attack battle has begun and my fight or flight gets triggered in my own head from something someone else posted. It makes me second guess keeping social media at times because when it hits it doesn’t feel like a safe space. I can block the post, but I can’t stop the thoughts that are already there now and it’s horrible!

To Fly or To Soar

by AKP31E

Soulmate AU

Marinette had accepted that she didn’t have a soulmate. Her wrist had been bare for the last fifteen years of her life, so she had gotten use to the idea, but then one morning that had changed. Soul words appeared only when both soulmates were born, so why were hers appearing now? Does anything really change for her considering her soulmate was just born? It wouldn’t be romantic anyway, would it? There was just no way… Right?

…..

Project 13 was having an interesting day. Technically it was his birthday, but there wouldn’t be a party. Unless it was a war party if the explosions in the hall outside the lab were anything to go by. It would appear he was being rescued. He wasn’t sure what to think about that. He wasn’t sure about a lot of things. What he was sure about was that he couldn’t wait to meet his soulmate.

Words: 1792, Chapters: 1/7, Language: English

Fandoms: Maribat - Fandom, Miraculous Ladybug, Young Justice - All Media Types, Teen Titans - All Media Types, Superman - All Media Types

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Kon-El | Conner Kent, Tim Drake, Wonder Girl (DCU), Bart Allen, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Sabine Cheng, Tom Dupain, Clark Kent, Lois Lane, Jon Lane Kent

Relationships: Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Kon-El | Conner Kent

Additional Tags: Alternate Universe - Soulmates, Fluff, written on my phone, Maribat SuperMari May

Mon, 24 Apr 2023 20:46:15 +0200 https://archiveofourown.org/works/46723471

I love that most people on AO3 or tumbler behave like Fae. They don’t use their real names. They draw people in with drawings or stories until they have brought them into their world. AO3 and Tumbler are Fairy Rings and we are all the Fae:)

Late for a meeting Marinette’s path is crossed by The Signal, and they find themselves drawn together in more ways than one. Meant to be a oneshot, but might be added to later if I feel like it.

Chapters 1-10 are up on AO3 now, but I don’t want to spam the search feed so I am releasing these here slowly. Next fic I will post same days here and on AO3 but it just didn’t work out that way with this one:)

The Demon’s Queen

Chapter Thirteen

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Marinette’s skin was buzzing, but for once it wasn’t in a bad way that was caused by poisons or getting her butt handed to her, though she was now lasting longer and longer on the mats.  No, it was something almost warm and inviting.  She had not been expecting Talia to have been so…understanding.  It was a welcoming difference, just not one she had been expecting.  

“Marinette.”  Talia began, her voice warm and sweet as honey.  “Follow me, I would like to see how well you have been able to keep up on your education studies.”  Marinette perked up at that, quickly following after the older woman.  While the boy had placed her in classes such as: War Strategy, Arabic lessons, and different “fundamental” type classes, she was sure that Talia would allow her to study something else.  

“Marinette, you are a healer.  Though my son understands the importance of this role, he does not fully recognize what it means to you.  You held the Ladybug Miraculous as another part of you for many years, so much so that I have seen the subtle hints of your power coursing through your blood when you battle.  However, you were also blessed by the Miraculous of Destruction as the Guardian of the box.”

“Why does that matter now?  Without my Miraculous I can’t use my magic.”  Marinette asked, pain hidden behind her stoic facade.

“And that my dear, is where you’re wrong.  You are the guardian, you do not need to hold the Miraculi in or hand to weild it’s power.”  Talia explained as she opened the doors to a large library she had never seen before.  “As you were exposed most to the powers of creation, your gifts will lie first and foremost in that of creation and healing rather than death and destruction.  And I assure you, that is not something that should be frowned upon in this line of work.”  

They walked past large shelves filled to the brim with scrolls and ancient tomes until they stopped in front of a shelf in one of the farthest corners of the library.  From the top of the shelf she polled out an ancient tome with no markings on it firm leather cover that could hint at what it was about, but Talia seemed to know what it was anyway.  “This, is my father’s research on past holders and the powers that they maintained long after use and loss of the Miraculi.  I think that you will find the information located in this book rather insightful.”  Marinette took the book, holding the ancient thing carefully as she hugged it close to her chest, as if that action alone would keep it safe.  Talia gave her a warm smile, and gently patted her head, ignoring the way Marinette ever so slightly leaned into the touch.

Marinette stared up at Talia, her blue eyes still unable to hide the questions and curiosity she tried to hide.  Though it was obvious that Marinette wanted to ask her something, she stayed silent.  Talia didn’t say anything either, waiting to see if the young woman would break or if she would hold herself back.

“Thank you Ma’am.  I will study this carefully.”  There it was.  Talia simply gave a light dip if her head before turning and escorting Marinette out of the room.  Talia watched as the young girl turned down the hall towards her quarters, and smiled.  Marinette’s steps barely made a sound.

__________

“What do you mean you can not take the box back?”  Damian seethed as he glared down at the three Guardians before him.  “Is it not your original responsibility to obtain and keep these jewels safe from others?”

“It is Demon’s Head, however the box no longer belongs specifically to me.”  Grand Guardian Su-Han stated calmly.

“Do you truly expect me to believe that you have no way to remove your curse from another yourselves?”  Damian demanded, leaning back against his throne.

“Not unless you wish for her memories to be completely erased.”  Damian kept his face passive though he was burning on the inside.  How was it that the only options here were for his protégé to either keep their curse or lose their memory of everything to be set free?!  While it was true Marinette losing her memory would make molding her far easier, he did not wish for her to lose what made her great; her intimate knowledge of battle and unwavering need to become better—even if the need was driven on an attempt to escape.

“If you can not fulfill this properly then I wish for you to renounce Marinette from belonging to your Order.  She belongs to The League of Assassins now and no one else.”  The guardians shared a look amongst the others before staring back at The Demon’s Head.  They did not want to give up one of their own, but if Damian was anything like Ra’s al Ghul, he would not hesitate to attack their temple.  If they had more time, they would be able to defend themselves from such an attack, but they were still recovering from their sudden return and thus were too weak.

“If we let you have the young Guardian, will you promise not to harm our sacred temple while we rebuild ourselves?”  

“Tt.  I am not as cowardice as to attack while you are defenseless without cause.  And I have no cause.”  Damian replied flippantly.

“Very well.  I, Grand Guardian Su-Han, relinquish my pupil Guardian Marinette Dupain-Cheng to her new mentor, The Demon’s Head, Damian al Ghul.”  There was an invisible power that hung in the air around them, swift and strong.  Nothing big happened, there was no light show, no gusts of wind, no strings of fate.  Yet, it was magically binding all the same.

“Your presence here is no longer required.  You will be allowed to safely travel back to your temple.  Now leave.”  Damian may not have been able to rid himself of the cursed box, but he no longer had to worry about The Order of the Miraculous trying to retrieve her.  He knew the power given over him didn’t do anything, it gave him no power, it was simply a promise that they would not interfere.  But it filled its purpose nonetheless.  

Damian watched the guardians bow before swiftly leaving the throne room in one smooth motion.  Once he was alone Damian slowly stood from his throne and walked back to his quarters.  

“Looks like your attempt to get rid of us didn’t work out too well, huh Kit.”  Plagg laughed as he flew into Damian’s hair as soon as his door shut.

“Poor Dami.”  Trixx mocked from the bookshelf.

“I normally like rich and powerful men”, Kaalki began, “but you are the one exception.”

Damian sighed in annoyance.  How Marinette handled the childish beings was beyond him.  Plagg laughed, rolling around his hair like a normal cat would do with catnip.  He watched from the corner of his eye as Tikki sat atop the doorframe, glaring down at him with hatefilled eyes.  She didn’t say anything, she didn’t need to.  Damian knew what she thought of him, and he knew that that opinion would not be changing anytime soon, Damian didn’t care.  

With one last sigh, Damian got ready for bed.  He had promised his mother that he’d take Marinette out to the village tomorrow, he’d need to be prepared in case she tried to run off.  And he had no doubt that she would try.

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The Demon’s Queen

Chapter Twelve

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Something just wasn’t adding up.  There had to  be something that he was missing.  Tim sighed as he stared at the screen in front of him.  Two months, it had been two months since Sabine had first contacted them and no one in the entire family had been able to find even a clueas to what happened.  They had tracked the emails that “Marinette” had been sending her parents and friends, hacked into the video and phone calls, had watched every last bit of security footage that they could find with her in, and nothing.  Cameras were almost always down during Akuma Attacks, so it made it even harder to see if someone was watching her while she was transformed.  There was no physical evidence of anything, Tim had spent so many sleepless nights trying to figure this case out with the rest of his family and there was nothing .  

Tim took a sip of his coffee only for nothing to spill into his mouth, empty.  Alfred would kill him if he went to get more, but goodness did he want some.  Tim sighed, he would rewatch the footage of one of her last fights onemore time before he switched to the Riddler case.  Everything was the same as the last time he had watched it, causing him to sigh, but right before he was about to close it out he noticed something in one of the shadows of the shot.  Tim glared at the darker part of the shadow, how had he missed that before, how had all of them missed that?  

Tim zoomed in and brightened the photo, looks like his time as a photographer was coming to use once more.  There.  It looks like some type of dark cloth, and while that doesn’t necessarily tell him who it is, each villain had their own MO and that meant their own style of costumes.  Even lackeys needed to follow that style.  So if he was able to figure out the type and style of the cloth, then he had the potential to narrow down the list of potential villains.  Of course, he’s going to need more than just the corner what appears to be a sleeve, but that won’t be too much of a problem.  Looks like he’ll be looking at the darkest shadows of different videos and images.  Tim glanced at the coffee machine and sighed, looks like he’ll be suffering Alfred’s disappointment stare in a few hours.  With one last sigh he stood up to grab some coffee and look closer at their very first and possibly biggest clue.  

__________ Talia wanted to train with Marinette today, she was not looking forward to it.  She was tired of fighting, tired of poisons, tired of weapons, and tired of life.  She could barely sleep, the food was always the same making even the spices become bland, and she didn’t think she would be able to handle the insults today without having some sort of breakdown.

She stared up at the woman who towered a few heads over her.  Her face was a mix of both smooth and sharp features, her skin a dark tan, with piercing green eyes the same shade as the boy’s.  Marinette hated her.

“You are a strong fighter, even before this training you were an impressive opponent.  It is one of the main reasons my son chose you.  You have already shown your capabilities of leadership, the brilliance of your mind in Paris.  If you had better technology and preparation I have no doubt you would have figured out Hawkmoth’s identity far sooner.”  Marinette stared at the woman in shock.  She had not been expecting that.  The woman’s face was stoic as she said this, but Marinette could tell that she wasn’t lying to her (at least she liked to think she could tell that).

“I can see it in your movements, the way you hold yourself, the conviction that burns in your eyes that you wish to leave this place at all costs.”  Talia continued, never wavering as she addressed the child.  “But I want you to truly think back to your life in Paris.  Think back on how people treated you even before you became a hero for the masses.  The sacrifices you were forced to make for a responsibility you were forced into.  The person you were forced to become through no choice of your own.

“You are stronger because of those experiences, but they weren’t experiences that should have been forced upon you.”  Marinette didn’t even notice that Talia had slowly been falling to one of her knees.  They were now eye to eye, and Talia had placed a warm gentle hand against Marinette’s cheek.  It felt almost motherly as tears began to prick at her eyes with the words she didn’t know she needed to hear after so long of violence.

“You never wanted to be here either.  You were taken from your home and you feel trapped once more; except you no longer have your companions with you.  You must feel all alone here, I can’t imagine how hard this must be for you when you are such a social person.”  Her voice was soft, bringing images of her own mother back to the forefront of her mind.  “I have no doubt that one day, you will surpass my son; if only through your will to escape.  

“All I ask is to lend him your patience as he was never allowed to grow like you.  He was sheltered here, can you imagine the sort of strain that would leave?”  Marinette shuddered at the thought.  She had only been here for maybe a few months, she couldn’t imagine spending her entire life here.  “I knew you’d understand.”  She whispered, placing her forehead against Marinette’s own.  It was strange, but it was something so tender that Marinette missed that she happily allowed the action.  They must have stayed like that for a few minutes before Talia slowly pulled back, tucking invisible strands of hair behind Marinette's ear.

“Now let us spar, I wish to see how you fight, soon to be mighty General for The League of Assassins.”  Marinette felt her chest swell with a warmth that she hadn’t felt in a long time.  Conviction to do more than just escape fueled her movements as she whispered to impress the woman who had shown her compassion when she could have acted like everyone else in the base.  She never once noticed the sly smirk on Talia’s face as Marinette turned towards the mats.

__________ “You know”, the strange black cat began, it’s tail moving side to side at a lazy pace; “I’m sure that Marinette would be more open to this if she had one of us with her.”  Damian rolled his eyes, this wasn’t the first time they had attempted this.  He ignored them.  He had already stated his opinion on this and he would not be doing so again.  Words were weapons, and overusing them, just like any other weapon, would wear it out.

Knock knock pause knock knock knock

“Come in Mother.”  Damian replied cooly, leaning back in his chair slightly as he watched his mother enter the room with her usual grace.  

“Damian darling, you have fine choice in warriors, though she was far too easy to manipulate.”  Damian raised his brow, a silent motion that asked her to continue.  “She has been trapped here for months My Darling, she is trapped and restless.  She is unused to the way of the League, and thus she struggles here from her old way of life.  Show her the village down the mountain as a reward.  She has deserves it, especially after our spar today.

“You fought with her?”  Damian asked.  He wasn’t concerned, he knew his mother well and knew that she would not cause any serious damage.

“Indeed.  She is a strong warrior with an even stronger mind.”  Talia placed a gentle hand against her son’s shoulder, her eyes softening the way they only did when it was just the two of them.  “Take her to the city Damian, both of you could use the light.”

Damian gave her a small nod.  “Yes mother.  We will leave tomorrow.”  Talia smiled at her son one last time, giving his shoulder a small squeeze before she left the room once again.  

It was silent for a few moments as Damian collected his thoughts before Plagg’s voice rang out, “Looks like the little prince will be going on a date.”  Damian let out a put upon sigh.  With a simple roll of his eyes he stood.  He had his annual meeting with the Grand Guardian of the recently revived Guardian Temple where he would finally rid of the curses that had plagued the lives of so many; including that of his new general.

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