#Karanette
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I was Enchanted to Meet You
@maribat-secret-santa
To: @silverwhiteraven
(Ao3)
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"KARA!!!!"
Kara turned around at the sound of her name to see a black hair girl racing towards her.
"Mari Net-Ta. Be careful." Kara chided the younger girl who didn't slow down.
Mari rammed into Kara and hugged her. Kara ruffled the shorter girl's hair, chuckling.
Libra Ak-Var, Mari's mother, ran up to Kara.
"Kara, I am sorry. Mari really wanted to see you as soon as possible."
"It's fine. I like Mari too."
Libra turned to her unruly child and scolded her,"Don't run off like that, Mari. You might fall down. By Rao, you nearly gave me a heart attack."
"I am sorry, Mom." Mari said with her head bowed.
"I know. I know. You wanted to play with Kara." Libra chuckled and she greeted Kara's mother.
"Hello, Alura."
"It's nice to see you too, Libra." Alura smiled and turned to their daughters, "Okay, children. Go have fun while we talk."
"Come on, Kara." Mari bounced in excitement as she dragged Kara away.
"Slow down. We don't want another clumsy Mari incident again." Kara said.
"I am not that clumsy." Mari replied indignantly.
"You are."
"Are not."
The two bickered back and forth.
Although, Kara was three years older than the other girl, since they had met as children, the two girls were close like two peas in a pod. They knew each other's deepest secrets and confided in each other. The bond they shared was unbreakable and there were a few jokes by their parents about a union between their families in the far future. As they ran through the fields under the rays of Rao, they had thought that they could be together forever.
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"Kara, I heard that you have a cousin now." Mari asked while she flipped through her book in Kara's room.
"Yeah, his name is Kal-El. I babysit him sometimes. He's adorable." Kara replied, looking up from her own studies for her graduation trials.
"You can't like him more than me."
Kara laughed, "Mari, you are thirteen and my best friend. Why are you jealous of a baby?"
Mari's cheeks were red as she shot back, "You said that he's adorable. You like adorable things. So I have reasons to be worried about him taking my place as your closest person."
"Don't worry. You are more adorable than he is. Besides, I can't discuss engineering with a baby like I can with you." Kara reassured her friend, unaware of Mari's cheeks turning redder at the compliment.
Mari sat up eagerly, "That's right. Take that, Kal-El."
"He's not even here. Now, can you explain this theory to me?"
Mari took a look at it and sighed, "Kara, I already told you about this many times. Which part do you have trouble with?"
As Kara went on a rant about how difficult the equation is, Mari rested her cheek on her fist, smiling fondly at her best friend/crush.
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Mari woke up to her mother shaking her awake.
"What? Mother?" Mari yawned, and looked around her dark room. Rao hasn't risen yet.
"Mari. My precious child. I don't have much time to explain but you have to come with me right now."
Mari heard her mother's panic in her voice and immediately was awake.
"Mother, what's wrong?"
"Come along, Mari."
Mari did as she was told and followed her mother to a spaceship where her father was inputting in some commands into it.
"Father. What's going on?"
Her mother grabbed both of her hands and stared at Mari with teary eyes which had Mari panicking. Her mother had never cried in front of her before.
"Mari.." Libra started, "Listen carefully to me. Jor-El, Kara's uncle, believes that Krypton is going to be destroyed. So we are sending you somewhere we believe you will be safe."
"Mother." Mari whimpered, frightened and in shock.
"Don't worry, my child." Libra wiped off some of Mari's tears, "Kara is already on her way there. Along with her cousin, Kal-El. You won't be alone. You have to survive, Mari."
"Mari."
She turned towards her father, Net-Ta who hugged both his wife and child. A man of few words but his love for both of them is clear from his actions. "Mari. Remember what I have taught you." He said and Mari nodded.
Mari cried and hugged her parents one last time.
"Now, get in the ship."
"What about you?" she asked, once she was inside.
"You will be put in stasis mode for the journey and we have put in everything you need to survive." Her father replied as the hatched closed.
Mari realized that her parents never answered her question and she tried to find the latch to get out. "Mother, Father." She cried, her voice muffled by the glass. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she banged on the glass, which were strong enough to withstand the pressure of exiting the atmosphere.
"I am sorry, my daughter." Ne-Ta whispered, typing in a command that put Mari in stasis. Her cries quietened down as she fell asleep and the ship took off.
Libra hugged her husband as they watched the ship become a distant speck in the sky.
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So we all know the story.
A baby boy is sent out from a distant planet on the verge of destruction on a rocket and crash-landed on Earth, somewhere in Kansas where he was found by a lovely couple. The baby named Kal-El is raised as Clark Kent and goes on to become Superman. Becomes a living god while walking among men as a clumsy reporter.
Cliche trope. But also the best possible outcome. Least trauma.
A second space pod is sent out which contains his cousin. Complications occurred which made her arrive on Earth later than intended. But that is in the far future.
Happens when writers want someone like their main character but Girl. More trauma since she is older and remembers her home planet so utterly devastated to know it is destroyed.
However, this story would focus on the girl that was sent out on the third ship.
Space is filled with mysteries and danger. Despite Krypton's advanced technology, they still had not figured out about wormholes and prediction of their possible appearance. The third ship had the bad luck of being sucked into one and spat back out to the same location.
Just 21 years later. But still arrived earlier than the second ship.
The ship continued on its original course and instead of landing in Kansas like Kal-El. The ship landed somewhere in rural France where a couple was returning to Paris after a vacation in Spain.
Most likely to happen in a fanfic. Also possible to happen in canon or a TV show adaptation. Suspiciously ripped off the original origin story of the main character. Might also involve a crossover character that doesn't really belong here.
If this was a sci-fi horror story, one should never approach the suspicious thing that fell from the sky. Sure, it might be a space satellite. But it could also be the pod of some slimy alien that would suck the life out of you and lay eggs in your corpse. Luckily for the couple, the being inside resembled a human teenage girl who woke up and spoke in a language that doesn't sound like anything from Earth. And they decided to take her home with them.
They taught her how to adapt to the local culture and speak French which she picked up easily but spoke with an accent regarded as quirky by others. After getting in touch with a few shady connections, the couple forged her a new identity as Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Newly adopted by the Dupain-Chengs. A totally normal human orphan girl who they found wandering around and had taken in to raise as their own.
They also did their best to help her get control over her powers when they showed themselves.
It started with her carrying a large number of bags of flour which Tom, a big man, managed to barely carry and she did it without effort. She runs faster than humanly possible at times. Her scrapes heal in a matter of minutes. Mari once accidentally lasered off her eyebrow and nearly destroyed the bathroom. She also floated and was stuck to the ceiling for hours until she figured out how to get down.
It was hard for Mari Net-Ta. People on this planet were raised differently than those on Krypton and she had to adapt to the rules if she wanted to survive. She also no longer had access to the advanced Kryptonian technology which she had taken for granted, except for what her parents had packed for her in her rocket and it had frustrated her to no end that humans hadn't made them yet and lacked certain resources on the planet to make them.
With the yellow sun granting her powers due to her different genetics and learning how to control them, it added more to her stress.
Tom and Sabine were warm and patient people who tried to help as much as they could and Mari felt immense gratitude towards them for their goodwill. However, they don't know that Mari stays up at night often to look up at the sky, with an advanced telescope she had modified since the ones available were lacking, to view Krypton of the past. Light that once bounced off her home planet once upon a time, traveled through space and finally reached Earth years later. She had imprinted the picture of it to her memories and took as many pictures as she could to preserve at least an image of it before light would just reflect what's left of it. She mourned the loss of her home, her family... and her other half.
Mari had done everything she could to find Kara. Clinging onto the words of her parents that Kara had escaped the destruction that had claimed them.
She had sent out signals in Kryptonese, in hopes of an answer. As days went by with no replies, her hope diminished and Mari had to face the possibility that Kara hadn't survived the trip.
Mari locked herself in her room for a week, not eating nor sleeping to cope with that realization.
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A year went by and Marinette Dupain-Cheng was officially ready to start her first day of school. Moving on living as one of humans among their society.
A very big day indeed.
Which was about to get bigger because;
Somewhere in a secret lair in a specific mansion, there was a man horrendously dressed in purple from head to toe who just released a purple butterfly out into the world.
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Ladybug paced back and forth, trying to calm her nerves.
A warm hand settled on her shoulder to sooth her and blond hair entered her view. She turned to meet green eyes. Disappointment bloomed in her chest. Not blue. Never blue. She was gone. Mari had to learn and accept that. However, the hole in her heart persisted.
"Milady. What got you all wound up?" Chat Noir gave her a reassuring smile. "If it's about the so-called Justice League, we can just cata- I mean, turn them into dust if they refuse to cooperate."
"No. We aren't doing that. That would cause an international incident which we don't want." Ladybug replied firmly.
"Just one. How about that Batman guy? From what we know, the dude has no powers. I can take him."
Ladybug shook her head, "Please don't."
A year and a half ago, Earth was invaded by aliens. The Miraculous Heroes had taken care of their own city with Hawkmoth taking a temporary ceasefire for the next month. The guy at least has some morals. Not really. Gabe had been busy in the aftermath as one of his factories was destroyed during the invasion. He had no time to indulge in his supervillain hobby.
In the aftermath of the invasion, a new organization made up of heroes called the Justice League was formed. After establishing their headquarters and recruiting more heroes to their cause, they had looked into places that needed their help and Paris had fallen into their radar with the moth problem they had had for the past few years.
They received an invitation to discuss in further details what the JL can do to help. Wonder Woman came in person to give it.
So the Miraculous Heroes found themselves on the rooftop of Hotel de Grand, approaching the set meeting time. The more well-known heroes like Rena Rouge (who was trying her best at a poker face to contain her inner fangirl), Carapace, Vispera, Pegasus and Monkey King were going with Ladybug and Chat Noir as support. The rest were hiding on the nearby rooftops and on standby in case things went sideways and to satisfy Ladybug's paranoia.
When their Miraculous phones showed the meeting time, a light suddenly enveloped the group on the hotel rooftop.
Ladybug found herself and her team in space, a blue glow coming from her adopted planet underneath them. They looked around in awe of the sophisticated technology surrounding them. However, Ladybug frowned slightly as she saw hints of Kryptonian technology and engineering in the structure of JL headquarters her team had been transported to. The teleporter itself screamed of Kryptonian tech.
Her heart pounded in fury of how these Americans managed to get their hands on her people's technology.
"Welcome, heroes, to the Watchtower." Wonder Woman greeted them warmly.
The team teared their eyes away from the awesome view to face the older heroes. All of them looked at them with guarded eyes, wary of the adults.
The Justice League was slightly taken aback by how young most of the Miraculous heroes were. Their magic, not being able to completely hide the fact that they were not adults.
"Holy shit, you guys are just kids." Green Arrow blurted out.
"Which proves how brave they are to take on the task of protecting their home." Wonder Woman added, not wanting to offend the holders.
Batman frowned disapprovingly. '`Who taught you how to fight?" He interrogated them.
"Easy, spooky. They are just children." Green Lantern butted in.
"Excuse you. We are teenagers. Thank you very much, Monsieur Green Light." Chat Noir shot back.
"It's Green Lantern." Hal felt less inclined to be nice towards them.
"And for your information, Monsieur Bat," Chat Noir continued, "We learned it on the job which is pur-ri-ty impressive if I do say so myself. Right, Milady?"
Chat Noir lightly bumped Ladybug on her back. It brought Ladybug who was staring intently at Superman's chest, out of whatever she was thinking of.
"<Sorry, what?>" Ladybug replied in French.
"<LB, back me up here. Batman just got more frowny.>"
Ladybug cleared her throat.
"Apologies, I got a little distracted. I would like to negotiate on what and how much the League can interfere regarding Hawkmoth. After that we will answer any questions you want. Questions pertaining to our identities are out. Obviously. There will be some about the Miraculous that we will not answer for reasons we can't disclose."
Her accent was noticeably thicker than Chat's.
Batman let out a grunt but nodded.
Rena Rouge fake-coughed which made Ladybug sigh and add, "If any of you are willing, Rena would like a few selfies afterward."
To which the fox hero grinned in glee.
Thus began the negotiation process.
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While Rena went around getting pictures and the other Miraculous heroes loosened up and talked with their older counterparts, Ladybug approached the Man of Steel.
"Ladybug."
"Superman. We need to talk."
Superman remembered her uncomfortable stare at the start of the meeting like she was trying to laser his chest with heat vision.
"Um...any particular reasons why?"
"You tell me, poser. Why do you wear the Symbol of El on your chest?"
Instantly, Superman was on guard. "How do you know?"
"One would think that the 'S' on your chest stands for your name but Kryptonians know it stands for the House of El."
"Who are you?" His eyes turned red as a threat.
"That's what I want to ask." Her eyes, also turning red. "And how the Justice League got their hands on the technology of my people."
"Ladybug?" Chat Noir asked worriedly.
"<Back-up plan now!>"
Batman snapped to attention, "Stop them."
The League immediately went into action as Rena Rouge blew her flute and summoned illusions that were duplicates of all of the members. It was hard to tell who were the real ones as all of the illusions spread out through the Watchtower. The Justice League chased after all of them.
Meanwhile, the real Ladybug and Superman were in a stand-off.
"They are my people too. My father gave me the knowledge and I choose to use it for the betterment of Earth."
"So what? You found this cool new place where you get superpowers and decided that Krypton wasn't worth it any more? Is that why you didn't do anything to stop it from dying?" Mari angrily yelled and threw a punch.
Kal managed to stop the punch but her words confused him. There was something that didn't add up.
As she continued her barrage of punches, she screamed, "You should have helped Jor-El convince the counsel to save us!"
Superman dodged another punch and got out, "Jor-El was my father. How do you know that name?"
Mari faltered in her attacks. "Jor-El only had one son named Kal-El and he would be a child if he was still alive."
"My name is Kal-El, son of Jor-El and Lara Lor-Van. As a baby, I was sent away from my planet on a rocket for my safety."
His heartbeat was steady.
"You..." Mari started, eyes-wide. She looked out the Watchtower's windows, her eyes searching for something in the distance.
The positions of the stars were not where they were supposed to be. Using her lessons, she calculated how long it would take from what she remembered to now.
Then she lowered her head, "So it's true. Somehow I must have arrived at least 20 years into the future."
Mari cried and Kal hugged her as she sobbed into his chest.
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"Flamebird, just in time." Superman greeted the other Kryptonian as she flew up and punched a meteor. Her suit was red and had yellow lines in the shape of flames going down her sleeves. Her cape had its edges in the shape of flames and turned from red at the shoulders to yellow at the bottom. Like her name, when she flew, it was seeing a phoenix fly. Unlike him, her chest proudly displayed the emblem for the House of Ta which looked similar to the letter 'f' with the curved part looking similar to that of a bird's head and had wings spread out for the line stroke across.
"Sorry. Adrien was rather insistent on not letting me leave." Mari explained, blasting with her heat vision into tiny pieces.
"At least, he won't be mad at you for being late to another date."
Clark can already imagine how Lois would be mad for being late for their reservation. Again.
"What if your super annoying cousin from France paid you a surprise visit and she tagged along with you for your date after many, many successful attempts to get rid of her?"
"It's fine. I can face Lois. Like the big boy that I am."
"Alright." Mari chuckled.
Mari remained silent as she sent another meteor to crash into the trajectory of another and they both exploded into tiny pieces which will burn out in the atmosphere.
Clark noticed that she was distracted.
"What's wrong?" He asked.
"He got hurt again." Mari punched another meteor, a little harder than before.
"Ah." Superman said in understanding.
Adrien's wish to continue heroism, years after both of them had given up their Miraculouses, was a subject of disagreement between the couple. He had seen the vigilantes like Batman and Green Arrow in action, fighting without having superpowers and decided to do the same.
He was rather peeved to find out that the name 'Nightwing' was taken as he wanted them to match. Instead, he decided to keep going by Chat Noir, and teamed up with Max to provide him with gadgets for his vigilantism. However, there are times Adrien gets too far in head and forgets that he didn't have a Miraculous now so Mari had stepped in at times to make sure he didn't get killed. Mari really wanted to support his dreams. She really does. But she doesn't want him to die because of it.
Like during their time as Miraculous holders, he expects her to save the day at the last minute like she did as Ladybug. She had reminded him many times that she doesn't have a reset button anymore and be able to heal his injuries after she saved him from another dangerous terrorist plot or a murder crazy cult.
Lately, he had been insisting for her to change her name back to Ladybug and calling her 'milady' on occasion. The only problem was that Mari wanted to keep her Ladybug and Flamebird identities separate. Going as far as to create a necklace that would change her hair to blond as Flamebird in case someone might make a connection between the two heroes. She didn't want to deal with the inevitable questions of why she didn't use her super powers to take down akumas and Hawkmoth faster. The Miraculous had somehow blocked her powers from working and she really didn't want that information to get out.
In short, their relationship was currently going through a tough patch.
"We have superpowers and yet our love lives are terrible." Mari said, getting rid of the last of the meteors.
"Tell me about it," Superman dusted off his hands, "Love Square." He teased her.
Mari rolled her eyes, "Look who's talking, Triangle."
She sighed as she stared at the world below them.
"You okay, Mari?"
"Just homesick." She answered as she looked in the direction of the galaxy where their home planet once was. "And I miss Kara. You have the same eyes as her. You know. Probably your grandmother's. There are times that you act the same."
Mari sighed again. Her gaze filled with longing and something else. Something more.
"Were you two...together?" He tentatively asked.
To his surprise, Mari blushed and denied it. "What? No. Not the way you think."
"I am okay with it, you know. It's fine if you like her."
"That's not. There's Adrien and-" Mari flustered.
Clark stifles his laughter at her expense.
Eventually, Mari stopped her denial and took a deep breath. She didn't look at him as she slowly admitted.
"You got me. I loved her. I still do. But you know things happen. Planet exploding and all that. I just never got to tell her."
"Oh. I'm sorry." He reached out to her shoulder and patted it.
"I can't do anything about it now. Adrien's nice and all but..." Mari trailed off.
She loves her kitty. After all they had gone through together, it was natural for them to be together. However, Kara and her. They were together for longer. Kara happened first and it was hard to not forget your first.
"But?" Superman prompted her to continue.
"I still miss her." Mari answered. "How could I not? When she was the strongest and brightest person I had ever met? She made everything so much better and I was happy to be with her. My greatest regret was never being able to tell her how I felt. If I could meet her again- "
Mari paused, noticing that something was coming towards them at high velocity. She squinted to make out what it was.
"What is that?"
Just then, a rocket flew past them, headed for Earth.
"Where did that come from?" Mari exclaimed in surprise.
"Whatever it is, we have to stop it." Superman replied seriously before giving her a wink and challenged, "Race ya."
Superman zoomed off.
"Cheater!" She yelled after him and give chase.
He re-entered the Earth's atmosphere and Flamebird did the same, lagging behind a little. The Kryptonians raced to catch up to the rocket where it had landed in Siberia.
When Superman arrived first, the rocket hatch was open and its passenger was currently fighting the soldiers deployed. The bullets seemed to have no effect on her like she had a skin of steel.
"Stop. I don't want to fight you." He said and he stilled when the stranger looked up. She looked like a human female in her late teens with long blonde hair but what drew his attention was the symbol of the House of El on her chest. Same as the one on his chest.
"[Who are you?]" The stranger asked in Kryptonese.
"[I am Kal-El. Son of Jor-El.]" Superman replied in the same language. Mari had been a strict teacher, making sure he got the grammar and pronunciation right until he was talking like a native Krypton. She had been appalled at his clumsy attempts and proceeded to teach him the language, drilling the lessons until he was dreaming of it in his sleep. More than once he found himself reciting a Kryptonian poem in his sleep.
"[No. You can't be! You are an imposter.]" The stranger angrily yelled and attacked him.
But she was stopped by Flamebird who grabbed her wrist.
"Kara." Flamebird whispered, her eyes shining.
Kara whipped her head towards the other female and hissed out, "[Let me go. Who are you?]"
Flamebird blinked in confusion before remembering her necklace. She touched it, returning her hair to its natural dark state. There was a glint of recognition in Kara's eyes.
Mari released her grip on Kara's wrist and pulled her into a hug. "[It's me, Kara. Mari. Mari Ne-Ta. Your best friend. I am so glad that you are still alive.]"
She choked back a sob and she tightly hugged the girl she thought that she was never going to see again.
Kara hesitantly lifted her arms before wrapping them around the other girl. She also cried.
"Mari. Mari. Mari." Kara repeated over and over. Her best friend's voice and embrace grounded her in the new confusing world she had found herself in with abilities she couldn't understand.
In the meanwhile, Superman talked down the Siberian government from launching another attack on Kara, explaining the situation. He waited awkwardly for the two girls to finish.
Kara Zor-El. Mari had often told him a lot of stories about his cousin and sometimes about his aunt and uncle because they were the only family of his which Mari met the most. Stories about his parents were often one-off encounters with not much to talk about. Looking at his cousin, he felt a sense of familiarity. She brought up some vague feelings of happiness which he couldn't remember properly.
Kara laughed after they parted and calmed down from their emotional reunion.
"[It's really you.]" She finally said as she looked over at Mari, "[What are you wearing?]"
After another look, "[And how are you taller than me?]" she asked with a pout.
Mari chuckled,"[Well, it's hard to explain but on my trip to this planet, my ship ran into some complications and I think yours went through something similar which is why we both landed here later than we were supposed to.]"
"[Kara, there is someone I should re-introduce you to.]" Mari pulled her towards Clark and grabbed his hand. "[This is your cousin, Kal-El. Remember the complications I mentioned earlier. Well, Jor-El is the only one of our fathers to successfully send his child to this planet properly and he grew up here. It's been 26 years.]"
Mari quietly said the last part.
"[Krypton?]"
Mari shook her head, "[It's gone. I checked. It's been gone for years now. Nothing but rocks.]"
Kara wiped her tears. "[Mother. Father.]"
Mari hugged her, "[I know. I'm sorry.]"
"Um...Hello." Clark started before switching to Kryptonese and nervously asked, "[Mari says that you are my cousin? Kara Zor-El?]"
Kara hugged him and Clark patted her back, a little bit uncomfortable by her tight hug.
"[You resemble our fathers.]" Kara finally said as she pulled away.
"[I do?]"
"[Oh, right. You were just a baby when you last saw them.]" Kara said and grimaced, "[They were not on great terms with each other.]"
"[We should get going.]" Mari piped up. "[I don't know about you but Siberian weather is a little bit too much to handle even if we are invulnerable to the cold.]"
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There was a bit of a delay since Kara wasn't able to fly properly yet. In the end, Mari carried her all the way to the Dupain-Cheng house.
Clark had to leave because he had forgotten about the date with Lois and remembered when he took out his phone to see the many missed calls and texts from a very pissed girlfriend.
Mari gave Kara some Earth clothes to change into and then changed out of her Flamebird outfit. She also explained everything that had happened the past few years and what to expect from living on Earth with a yellow sun with a few demonstrations.
Kara sat there on Mari's bed, absorbing what she was told.
"[So that explains it.]" She said as she looked down at her fist, clenching and unclenching it. Remembering how she bent the metal weapons the humans used so easily.
Kara looked around Mari's room and her eyes landed on a painting of herself pinned to the wall, her name written in Kryptonese under it. She went for a closer look.
"[It's me.]" Kara said in awe. The painting was a dead-set replica. It was almost like looking in the mirror and the tiniest accurate details like the mole near her eye and the curve of her lips were there.
"[I thought that you were dead.]" Mari nervously explained and quietly admitted, "[And I didn't want to forget you.]"
Kara hugged her again. She felt flattered? and very happy that Mari wanted to not forget her. There was also something else. A feeling much deeper that Kara can't describe which made her feel warm and fuzzy at the thought that Mari saw her, Kara Zor-El, as someone special to remember. She didn't know what to say and hoped her hug conveyed it.
"[You were the greatest Artist of our generation. You were guaranteed a spot in the Artist Guild if you had finished your trials.]"
Mari blushed at the compliment. "[Thanks, Kara.]"
Then, she grabbed Kara's hand and dragged her towards the trap door.
"[Come on. I am going to introduce you to two very special people. They helped me a lot when I arrived.]"
Kara felt flushed somehow at the contact. She and Mari had touched each other a lot before so why did she feel weird about it now? She was smiling as Mari told her about her adopted parents on this planet.
Her life may have turned upside down but as long as she had Mari by her side, Kara found herself ready to tackle it head on.
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It had been a tough adjustment for Kara but soon, she settled in her new home quite nicely.
Mari had graduated from lycee. She had decided to move to Jump City for college and work with the Teen Titans. Meanwhile, Kara got herself adopted by the Danvers who are old friends of the Kents and was currently trying out high school as a human teenager.
Mari and Adrien broke up instead of maintaining a long-distance relationship. After a long painful talk, Mari managed to convince Adrien from pursuing hero-ing as a career and they agreed to give each other space before trying to be friends again.
Currently, Adrien was trying for a physics major at Cambridge University where his cousin was also going.
Kara made her debut as Supergirl and was recognized as Superman's cousin who also survived their planet's destruction.
The media was crazy for a while.
When Flamebird started out and identified herself as another Kryptonian survivor, they speculated that Superman and her were dating and there were theories of them being the new Adam and Eve, choosing Earth as the planet to repopulate their species.
The two Kryptonians did an interview with Lois to clear things up where they revealed that Flamebird then was not even of legal age by Earth's standards while Superman was a full-grown man. They clarified that their relationship was that of family and more accurately, siblings. Those dating rumours died down pretty quick afterwards except on a few conspiracy theory sites.
After Supergirl came into the scene...
Well, let's just say people noticed the chemistry between Supergirl and Flamebird when Flamebird was in town. The rumours started when people pointed out that Flamebird showed up in Metropolis more often since Supergirl showed up than she ever did since her first appearance when she usually stuck to her city at the other side of the pond. Social media went wild when someone posted about overhearing that Supergirl and Flamebird were childhood best friends.
SuperFlame is a tag that would be trending every few months. More fuel to the fire was added when the Supers stayed silent about the matter. There were times where the crowds would shout 'KISS! KISS! KISS!' when the two are next to each other after saving the day. In response, Supergirl would deny having that type of relationship with Flamebird while Flamebird herself would kiss Supergirl's cheek, give them a smirk before flying away and leaving behind a red-faced Supergirl. Superman joined in at one point.
There is also a lot of hand-holding and touching. Their faces often turn as red as Flamebird's costume. Metropolis is sick of them dancing around each other but at the same time, invested in their slow burn favourite ship.
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"Hey, Kara."
Kara looked up from her math homework and smiled. "Mari."
Mari grinned back. "Sorry for being late. The mission was longer than I had anticipated."
Kara shook her head, "It's fine. I ordered ahead for you. One Chocolate milkshake."
She pushed the drink towards Mari.
"Thank you, mon soleil." Mari replied, kissing her cheek and sat down in the opposite seat.
To be honest, Kara was initially annoyed when she found out that Mari was now technically 2 years older than her now. She was no longer the eldest of the trio when she was the first to be born. Her baby cousin was not a baby anymore but a grown man who was getting married in a month. Then, her best friend had grown up, gaining a good few inches on Kara and a fair amount of toned muscles that had Kara's heart racing at times.
Kara was looking respectfully when Mari took off her leather jacket to reveal her buffed arms and placed it on the back of her chair.
She sipped her milkshake a little too fast and got a brain freeze.
"Hey, Kara. Easy." Mari rubbed her shoulder and reprimanded her, "I know the milkshakes here are good but slow down."
"Sorry. I will be more careful."
The two girls chatted about what they had been doing since the last time they met, which was a month ago before Mari went with the Teen Titans for a mission overseas.
During a lull in their chat, Mari suddenly said, "So I heard that you went on a date with Nightwing."
Her words instead of the usual curiosity that comes with gossip were tinged with an edge of nervousness... and was that jealousy?
Kara blinked, thrown off by the unexpected question. She admits that she felt a slight attraction towards the vigilante. He was handsome with his dark hair and had a charming personality. Kara enjoyed his company. She acted on an impulse and asked him out as per Earth's custom.
To be honest, the date was a disaster. They both were awkward with each other and found it hard to find a common subject to talk about. They just didn't have the same chemistry that her cousin and his mentor did.
Kara left that day, apologizing for the failed date and Dick had reassured her that they could still be friends. It was the best outcome for the two of them.
She didn't know why her chest felt heavy when Mari asked about her date with Nightwing. Kara didn't know that Mari had liked him like that.
It made sense if she did. In the myths, Nightwing and Flamebird were lovers. Their superhero identities even match. How in Rao did she not notice before? Of course, Mari was jealous. She went on a date with her crush. She was such a terrible friend.
The ache in her chest became almost unbearable at that realization.
"I am sorry." Kara said, guilt pooling in her stomach.
It was Mari's time to blink in confusion.
"For what?"
"For not telling you." Kara's tongue felt heavy as stone in her mouth. She didn't know why.
"Kara, it's fi-"
"He's a nice person and he treated me really nice. He's a great person." Kara noticed that Mari's frown got deeper. "The date was terrible. We just didn't hit it off really well."
"Really?" Mari sounded brighter. Kara clenched her fists. She felt suffocated. Why did she feel so upset over her best friend liking someone else?
"Yeah."
Kara didn't know why she was feeling this way.
Kara flinched when she felt a cold hand touch her forehead so lost in her thoughts. When did Mari get so close to her?
"I am fine." Kara said as she turned her face away. Then, she hurriedly packed up her things and made up some excuse about needing to go somewhere. She ran out of the cafe, leaving behind a confused Mari, and ran into the nearest alleyway to fly somewhere far far away from girls with blue eyes and black hair.
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Clark found Kara at the top of Danver's roof. He floated down towards her and sat down next to her.
"So..." Clark asked, "What happened?"
Kara buried her face further into her knees and mumbled something Clark was barely able to catch with his super hearing.
"I am sorry?"
"I said I don't know. We were talking about Nightwing and my date with him." Kara explained frantically, "I figured out that Mari has a some kind of crush on him. And I don't know. I felt terrible. I don't like the idea of them being together and I didn't want to stay, talking about it."
Clark was confused. Dick had told about how bad the date with Kara went and apologized.
"But I thought that you and Dick decided to be friends instead." He pointed out.
"I know. He's a great guy but I don't know why I am angry at him." Kara said frustrated and let out something like a whine.
Clark observed his cousin who was moping in a similar way to a certain someone when they found out that their crush went on a date with Dick. Kara didn't notice the smirk that passed his face.
"Maybe you are just jealous." Clark 'casually' commented.
Kara immediately gave him a dirty look.
"Jealous? Me?" Kara said, offended, "Why would I be jealous of Mari? She's the best. Nightwing would be lucky to have her. They would be a great couple."
Kara suddenly looked sad at that thought and quietly added, "Who wouldn't want to be with her?"
Clark disguised his laugh as a cough and focused. <strike> His bet with Lois, concerning the two girls dancing around their feelings, was on the line here. If he do this right, he might win.</strike>
"What if.." Clark hesitantly said, getting Kara's attention, "You are jealous of Dick instead of Mari."
Oh.
Oh.
The blood rushed to Kara's cheeks and burned hotly.
"What?" her voice cracked.
"What if it's Mari that you want to be with and that's why you are mad at Dick for being the one to receive her attention?" Clark said, looking carefully at Kara's reaction.
Kara put her hands on her cheeks in an attempt to cool them down. Was she really jealous like Kal said? Jealous that she couldn't be with Mari when Nightwing can?
She always viewed Mari as the one constant in her life she could count on. Even after their planet had exploded and she felt disoriented from her new surroundings, Mari was there to give her a hand. As she learned to adapt to the local culture and her new powers, Mari was there. Clark also helped but she felt a deeper connection with Mari. Maybe because they both had grown up together on Krypton that Mari understood the situation she was going through, having gone through the same thing herself but without any help like she did.
She loves every minute she gets to spend time with the other girl. Especially now that Mari was busier than ever with being on the Teen Titans and college.
Kara gets a warm and fuzzy feeling at those times, knowing that Mari had used what precious free time she had to spend it with her. Even now thinking about Mari has her heart fluttering. By Rao, Kal was right. She, Kara Zor-El, had fallen in love with her best friend.
"You're right." Kara admitted.
"I am?" Clark blinked, wondering if he heard it right.
"Yes. I am jealous of Nightwing. Because I am in love with Mari Net-Ta. The most amazing person in the universe and my best friend." Kara confessed and then groaned. "And she likes someone else."
Clark lets out the laugh he had been desperately holding in for the past fifteen minutes.
"What's so funny?" Kara demanded. "I just poured out my feelings, you know. You shouldn't be laughing."
"I am so sorry." Clark apologized and cleared his throat to prevent further laughter from erupting. "It's just... Mari hates Dick and she loves someone else."
Kara looked dumbfounded. "Sorry? She what?"
Clark explained, "So years ago before you came, the two of them used to go by different names. Mari went by Ladybug and led her own team against a supervillain who was giving them trouble in Paris. Dick was still under Bruce's wing and went by Robin."
"I already knew that. So you mean that Dick was the one to change his name to match hers instead?"
"No. Let me finish. At that time, Mari was planning to use another name after she finished her job as Ladybug. She wanted to be Nightwing."
Kara was shocked and Clark continued his story.
"However, Dick changed his name first. He wanted a new name that wasn't associated with Batman and wanted to be independent from Bruce. He asked me for help and I told him about Flamebird and Nightwing. It was meant to provide some sort of motivation and words of support for his goal but Dick took it to heart and took on the name Nightwing. Mari was rather pissed when she found out. She had everything set up but she wasn't done with the whole Hawkmoth business. She then asked Dick to change his name multiple times. Dick was rather stubborn in his decision. In the end, she decided to go with Flamebird instead."
"So Mari doesn't like Nightwing then?" Kara inquired.
"Yup."
"So who does she like?"
Clark grinned, "Well, I am not going to tell you that that easily."
Kara slapped his back. "You bastard."
"Ask her yourself then." Clark said as he jumped.
Instead of flying away, he looked back and added, "If you want a hint. Mari's type are blondes."
Then he flew back home where Lois was waiting, leaving Kara alone with her thoughts as she stroked her hair.
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Kara was a coward.
Ever since that day at the cafe, Kara had avoided Mari and ignored all of her messages.
She made up excuses of being busy to Mari's requests to hang out. Every time Mari showed up in Metropolis, Kara would then hightail it out of the city under the pretense of having more superheroing duties to do, like saving a puppy.... all the way in Australia. Mari had caught on to what Kara had been doing and was trying to corner her into talking. At the Watchtower, after stopping another crime in Metropolis, at Kara's high school. Mari would be there and Kara would slip away like an eel upon seeing the other girl.
It was a frustrating situation for everyone watching.
Finally, Clark, a usually patient man, found himself putting his foot down and put an end to this game of avoiding-and-excuses that Kara was dead-set on playing.
Kara would have to face Mari sooner or later and she will not get out of going to his wedding. He promised that he would talk to Mari and persuade her to not interact with Kara during the event. In return, she has to explain to Mari why she had been avoiding her after the wedding was done. Mari had been hurt at her best friend avoiding her without any explanation and was tearing herself apart to fix whatever wrong she could have done to Kara. Clark showed Kara a picture of the Teen Titan's kitchen which was filled with baked goods and used baking pans as a result of Mari's stress baking.
"You see this, Kara. Mari is not in a good shape. The Titan Tower smells like a bakery and the Flashes are even complaining that they are sick of baked goods. Lois is not happy with the amount of cupcakes she had been receiving and worried she might not be able to fit in her dress next week."
Kara winced. The Danvers had also been receiving baskets of pastry goodness on their doorstep every morning for a while now. They now had so much that they had to give some away to neighbours, who love Kara's 'secret admirer'.
Clark put his hand on her shoulder and in a low voice said, "And I know you are afraid of rejection from Mari but if you don't talk to her, you might lose a friend too."
Kara sighed, knowing it was inevitable to meet Mari again and that Clark was right. "Okay, Kal. I agree to your deal. I owe Mari an explanation and I can't avoid her forever."
"Thank you. I love the two of you and I want the both of you there on my special day."
Clark smiled happily and Kara returned it with one of her own.
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So far, like Clark had promised, Mari didn't try to bug Kara about what had happened. Kara didn't know whether to be relieved or empty. Upon seeing Kara, Mari gave her a bright grin that would put the sun to shame especially with the dress she wore which made her look stunning and sent Kara's heart fluttering. Kara forced herself to turn her head away and out of the corner of her eye, she saw Mari drooped like a wilted flower which made her chest ache uncomfortably.
Just a few hours. Kara repeated it like a mantra.
The wedding went smoothly. It was a family and friends only event for those in the know about Clark being Superman and held at the Kents farm.
Vows and rings were exchanged. Clark and Lois kissed. Then, it was time for the champagne to be brought out to celebrate.
So far, as Clark had promised, Mari didn't try to bug Kara about what had happened. Which Kara didn't know whether to be relieved or empty.
The black-haired girl made sure to stay out of Kara's way. It was awkward when they kept accidentally meeting eyes with each other so Mari would look away in the opposite direction, holding up her end of the deal. But that gesture made Kara's chest sting with hurt.
She asked for this. Kara reminded herself. But it doesn't make it less painful when Mari turns away.
The day went by and soon there was a lull on the dance floor. Clark and Lois were slow-dancing in the air above the dance floor while a few couples joined them, either on the floor or in the sky. The rest of the guests formed groups, chatting among themselves about their latest missions, the last world-ending disaster or just the daily mundane things on the civilian side of the identities while resting their feet from the dance battle they did earlier.
Kara found herself at the edge of the crowd by the buffet table, sipping her (non-alcoholic) drink as she watched everyone. Her eyes were drawn to Mari who was talking to a blonde she never met before in rapid French.
"Hey, Kara. Are you having fun?" A voice brought her out of her thoughts.
Kara looked to see that it was Dick Grayson with his bow tie loose and collar open and jacket missing.
She nodded back in acknowledgement. "Dick."
Then, she continued staring at Mari. "I think so."
Dick followed her gaze. "Oh. I didn't think she would bring him as her plus-one."
Kara looked at him and asked, "You know him?"
"That's Adrien Agreste. Her ex-boyfriend." He answered, pointing at the blonde model.
"Her what?"
Dick gave her a confused look. "You didn't know? He also used to be her superhero partner, Chat Noir, before she became Flambird. He continued to be a vigilante type hero for a while after they both defeated Hawkmoth and had to give up their Miraculouses. I think he stopped before they both broke up and moved away from each other. It was around the time you arrived, I think."
Kara then knew who he was talking about. Mari would often mention her Chaton in the passing with fondness and Kara only knew that he was doing college somewhere in England.
Mari laughed at something Adrien said. It made her heart feel heavy. She recalled what Clark said about Mari’s love for blondes when Adrien ran his hand through his messy, blond locks of hair. Then, Adrien whispered something to Mari in French which Kara didn’t know what it meant but it made Mari blush a bright red.
Suddenly, Kara couldn’t take it anymore. Dick turned back to his conversation partner only to find her gone.
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Kara sighed as she stared blankly at the lake near the Kents farm. She was sitting on one of the large rocks nearby. In the distance, she heard people celebrating as the happy couple ended the wedding reception with Earth’s traditions.
Sooner or later, she was going to have to face Mari. But Kara didn’t have the courage to face the other girl after what she had witnessed.
Adrien had made Mari laugh and she looked happy to be around him. She didn’t want to get in the way of Mari’s happiness with her own confusing feelings for her own selfishness. She stared up into the sky where the sun was setting but a few stars were out. Should she leave this planet?
Kal was starting his own family with Lois and Mari has something going on with Adrien. They were perfectly happy to start a new life on this planet. Where did that leave Kara? There are days where she feels out of touch with the people around her. Kori was the only one who remotely understood her struggle to live as a human. But Mari was the only other one to know how it feels to lose a planet. Kal had lived here too long to ever remember what it was like to feel Rao’s light on his skin and how the sky looked at night on Krypton with its three moons instead of a very lonely one.
A shadow fell across her which made her groan and curler tighter to avoid the inevitable conversation.
“Kal-El, don’t you have a bride to go kiss, instead of meddling in my love-” Kara looked up to see the last person she wanted to see “-life.”
Her traitorous heart skipped a beat.
“Kara.” Mari smiled gently although her eyes showed hurt at being ignored. “The wedding’s over so I came to find you.”
Kara stayed silent.
“We need to talk.”
Kara bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes. She thought that she had time. Time to organize her thoughts and collect herself.
“Kara? Oh Rao.” Mari panicked and landed in front of her. She wiped the tears away.
“Kara. I don’t know what I did wrong. Just tell me how I can fix it.” Mari’s voice pleaded, sounding desperate.
“No.” Kara blurted out and then tried to fix her mistake at Mari’s downtrodden look. “I mean. It’s not you. It’s me. I- um….”
Kara took a deep breath and calmed herself. Mari patiently waited for her to explain.
Kara continued, her voice more steady but quieter. “I made a mistake and I thought that staying away from you was…. the best solution.” She meekly admitted
Mari let out a sigh of relief. “That’s it? Whatever this mistake is, we can fix it together. Just like old times.”
Mari gave her a grin which made Kara remember the many messes they had made as kids and giggling as they cleaned it all up.
Kara shook her head and looked away from Mari. “I can’t tell you. It will be selfish of me to drag you into my personal business.”
She felt hands grab the sides of her head and turned it back to face their owner.
Bluebell eyes stared into hers, filled with determination.
“Kara Zor-El. You are one of the most important people in the world- No, wait- in the entire universe to me. Whatever problem is making you like this, it is not a burden. I will do everything I have to help you. So don’t think that it is selfish.” Mari took Kara’s hand and held it to her own face. She leaned into it. “Don’t you ever think that it is selfish to burden me with your problems.”
“You…” Kara quietly said, “you are making it very very hard to not like you.”
Mari blinked. Her eyes wide and filled with confusion, hurt and deep sadness.
“I like you.” Kara confessed abruptly because if Mari wanted to be burdened, she could be burdened by Kara’s crush. “I could even go as far as to say I love you. I want to kiss you. I want to hold hands all the time. I want to be around you all the time. I want the whole world. No. I want the whole universe to know that you are mine. This whole time I had been avoiding you so I won’t act on them and damn Kal for forcing my hand. I have been trying to get rid of this crush but all I couldn’t stop thinking about is you. You are in my mind all the time. Even if I don’t see you, you are there. So please say something?”
For the entire speech, Mari was frozen with her mouth open, not saying a word. Then, she broke out into the biggest and goofiest grin and let out a laugh of joy. Mari hugged Kara tightly.
“Kara. Kara. Kara. Kara Zor-El.” She repeated the name like a prayer. Kara didn’t know what came over her friend.
Then, Mari kissed Kara.
It was like the stars exploded in her head. All of the worrying and sadness she had all melted at the touch of Mari’s lips.
Soon, they parted. Kara found herself smiling and Mari doing the same.
“I actually came here for another reason.” Mari grabbed something from behind her and showed it to Kara. It was Lois’s bouquet.
“Oh wow.” Kara said as she took it and breathed in the flowers’ fragrance. “Wasn’t this Lois’s?” she asked.
Mari blushed furiously as she replied, “You should know that I fought a Thanagarian to get it.”
Then, she lowered her voice, “I don’t know if you knew but according to Earth’s superstitions, they say that the one who catches the bride’s bouquet will be the next one to get married.”
“Not that we have to get married.” Mari somehow turned a brighter red than before. “I mean we can get married but not right now even if I want to do it right now. No- I mean I would like to get married to you in the future if you would let me.” She finished lamely.
Kara giggled, “So is that your way of asking me out?”
“Um..yes.” Mari sighed, “I had a plan. You just have to be so pretty that I forget what I planned to say. Can I start over?”
Kara nodded with a shy smile.
Mari cleared her throat. “Ever since we were little kids, I had the biggest crush on you. When I thought I lost you, my life was a dark place and even as I continued to move forward, I have never forgotten you. The day you came crashing back into my life was the happiest day of my life. So Kara Zor-El, would you give me the honor of being your girlfriend?”
“Yes.” Kara replied softly and leaned in to kiss her newly minted girlfriend.
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EPILOGUE:
It was a rather snowy day in Metropolis and the Christmas spirit was high in the air. The crowds of Metropolis cheered as Flamebird and Supergirl saved the day once again.
They were making to fly away after checking on the victims of Toyman’s latest attack.
“KISS! KISS! KISS!” The crowd shouted at them.
A few of the citizens were throwing mistletoe at the two of them or trying to dangle them above the flying heroes.
Supergirl caught one and held it up between the two of them.
The two heroes exchanged smirks before Flamebird grabbed Supergirl’s waist to pull her closer, tilted her back to place her lips on Supergirl’s. The crowd was silent with shock for a second before they roared with delight and flashes went off to capture the historic moment. The couple pulled apart, giggling at the reactions.
Flamebird grabbed Supergirl’s hand and announced, “Citizens of Metropolis. Have a very happy Holiday and I will be spending mine kissing my girlfriend.”
The people screamed louder as the two Kryptonians flew away hand in hand.
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*SuperMari meaning Non Polyamory Marinette x SuperFam Member Ships
#🐝's post#🐝's polls#western animation#miraculous ladybug#superman#supermari#dcnette#clarkinette#konette#marijon#karanette#loisnette#jimnette#maribat
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A @maribat-secret-santa-2020 piece for @silverwhiteraven! Surprise? XD
Whoops... I slipped?
Sorry for the delay :)
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MariBat New Year's Resolution
I have a plan. Every single day, for all of next year, I want to write a MariBat snippet, fic, one shot, chapter, or just draw art.
Every single day.
I also want it to specifically be the pairing Karanette (Kara Danvers/Marinette D.C) because it's mine, and also my favorite. But who knows!
We shall see! :D
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The girlfriends are in the skies because it's quiet and calm there in the night compared to a lot of other places
I just realised I forgot to post the Karanette thing I drew for @silverwhiteraven 's birthday. If you did not see me casually designing an outfit for Kryptonian Mari earlier this year when Sil was talking about her idea and planning on starting BotS, the design for Mari in this one is just that.
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All Maribat: @kris-pines04 @thethirdwheelfriend @maribat-is-lifeblood @abrx2002 @sephiebutsepia @rebecarojas07 @corabeth11 @kadmeread @fsketchart @moonystars14 @souleateralicestein @dreamykitty25
#maribat#Karanette#Kara x Marinette#marinette dupain cheng#kara zor el#kara danvers#dc x mlb#ml x dc#fanart#art#my art#ethel's art
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Oncilla for @silverwhiteraven‘s Karanette au
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SW Clone Wars Au! I would like to put a disclaimer and say now that I am not all that knowledgeable on star wars, much less the clone wars. But i AM beginning to watch the show. I’ve literally never seen the movie trilogies
Literally ask @the-navistar-carol this is the only au i’ve been talking about for the last WEEK
Why am i making this now??? Well @myvividreams got an ask on the jedinette art she made thinking that it was her au and I thought I could clear up the confusion
Okay so, first off; There’s like two verions of this au. The MB Au version and just the straight up crossover
The difference???? One has DC and one doesn’t
Okay second off!!! padawans have silka beads they get in their braids, the colors of the beads depend on the skills. Ma’ri had a few.
Ma’ri’s skilled in: the unifying force (pale blue), martial arts and lightsabers (yellow), artificing (bronze), and diplomacy/scholarship (brown)
Yeah I know thats a lot but last time I checked Jedi don’t have to be tied to ONE skill plus its always a good thing to NOT be a one-trick show pony
Ma’ri!!! Has a saberstaff. No. I dont take criticism
And like I said I am not all that knowledgeable on the Star Wars verse, so there’s like, nothing stopping me from giving Ma’ri’s staff the ability to split into two sabers
There’s a button on one side of the saber (similar to a phone ringer) that, with the right force, can break the two sabers in half from each other and become dual sabers
Uhhh how they connect?? My explanation rn is magnets. Really strong magnets. The button cuts the connection off and that’s how they split in half
So there’s that. Ma’ri had to practice A LOT to get to the point where she can do it no problem
Uh no ships!! Sorta. There’s karanette but tbh that’s not really the main focus. The focus is more of like,,, found family
Tbh anybody can be shipped with Ma’ri in this au
Except for the batfam. No batinette
Why??? Well, first off they’re a large family and Idk how that’d work considering Jedi are taken from their families when they’re babies and lbr i dont want to do the loops to fix that
Sue me. I can be lazy when I want to
Also!!! Damian. Damian is Ma’ri’s padawan
dont get any ideas he’s like 12. This is where the found family comes in
We’re gonna go a slight Anakin Skywalker route and say thta Damian was taken in as a padawan when he was older. So he didn’t grow up in the crèche
The LoA??? Yeah we have that. Damian’s a force-sensitive child assassin that was taught the force by the LoA. He’s a tad more advanced than the rest of the Initiates/Padawans in his age-clan because hey, the LoA don’t have no ROOM for failure
Ma’ri and Damian meet on what’s essentially Damian’s ‘initiation’ into the LoA. Aka they meet on a mission. Ma’ri was sent to protect one of the senators and Ma’ri and Damian meet when Damian tries to kill the senator during the night
How i’m summing it up;
Ma’ri: who is this... sassy, lost child???
Damian: is this a parental figure???
Look Damian ImprintsTM enough said
Will this be OOC??? Perhaps. But lbr i know less about dc than i do star wars im gonna do what i can
Im not kidding i’ve never seen a dc movie or show ever. Other than the flash but that doesnt count
Damian!!! Will Not Behave for ANYONE but Ma’ri. Like i said, he Imprints
Basically;
The Jedi Council: GET YO PADAWAN, BITCH
Ma’ri: he don’t bite
The Council: yES HE DO
The council pulls an Anakin and makes Damian a padawan because his other options are jail or returning to being an assassin and they don’t want a force-sensitive assassin walking arounf
Plus he’s!! Powerful, they’re not going to get rid of this oppurtunity
So!!!!! Congrats General Chen!! Meet your Padawan!
Part two??????
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Borne of the Stars - Chapter 2 - MLB Kryptonian AU
[ Posted on Ao3 ] [ Chapter 1 ] [ Chapter 3 ]
[A/N: Okk, so this was SUPPOSED to be a 'Kara is like a Big Sister/Mentor' fic, but unforeseen influences have caused me to swap out the intended Kara from the Supergirl TV series for the Kara in the DC Super Hero Girls 2019 cartoon. Basically... I've become a Karanette shipper and it's now the current shipping goal. Don't worry, it probably won't become the main focus of the fic, likely a slow-burn, and the endgame ship MIGHT change depending on how things go. And Marinette still gets her mentoring from Kara, just, a lot more awkwardly at first. Now, onward!! ]
[Summary: There they are, the Soups! Supes? Eh, sounds the same. Either way, it's time Marinette meets them, and a little progress is made. ]
Marinette fell back against a corner of the wall, the ground shaking under her feet and causing her to lose her footing. The large piece of debris she had taken refuge behind shifted as more pieces of cement and stone fell against it, creating a makeshift lean-to that protected her from the rest of the falling chunks of building. Unfortunately, as the ground settled and the rain of Daily Planet rubble ceased, it left her buried and swallowed in darkness.
She held her breath, waiting, listening for her shelter to start collapsing in on her, but it held. She sighed, and when she took a breath, coughed as the grainy dust filled her lungs. As she fully collapsed to the ground, she quickly shrugged off her outer-shirt and held it over her nose and mouth, tying it in place behind her head. A few more clear breaths, and she settled down fully.
Now was not the time to panic, she knew that, but it didn't stop her heart from hammering in instinctual fear of potential injury. Or worse…
The reverberations of a yell knocked her from her panicked musings, and she looked up, though there was nothing for her to see but more darkness. The voice was rather clear, though, as though it was being made to travel far and through any obstacle, even the broken pieces of a building.
“Kal! Did you get the bastard who hit the Daily Planet?”
The voice was feminine with a hint of a husky tone, and Marinette automatically pictured them as someone who would fit well with combat-style boots and a jean or leather jacket. Though something seemed a tad familiar about the name Kal.
“Language, Supergirl, but yes. They’re currently in D.E.O. hands, they can handle things from here.”
Supergirl? Now that was a name she recognized a bit more. Alya had raved about her the moment she finished explaining who Majestia was after she first transferred to their school almost a year ago. The hero was a fresh new mystery by all of half a year at that point, appearing both on her own as well as alongside Superman. The reporter had gone on a tangent about seeing signs of Supergirl not getting the credit she was due, her accomplishments often credited to the more well known Superman.
Yet it explained why she recognized the name, ‘Kal’. It was what Supergirl was often heard calling the other hero. ‘Kal-El’ was the full name, if her memory of Alya-brand hero-rants was correct, revealed some years back by other aliens of his same origin hellbent on attempting world domination.
“Oh, goodie,” Supergirl declared. “Then we can do a final sweep for anyone in need of saving, right?”
“Of course. Did you already clear this area?” Superman questioned, and there was an answering scoff.
“Yeah, I was just getting to it. All the civilians seemed to have cleared out when the planet started falling, I don’t-” She cut off, and there was a moment of silence when Marinette realized she could have been calling for help.
No, scratch that, she thought as she took another breath that smelled of gravel. Supergirl called out once more, “Superman,” voice now laced with a newfound urgency, “there’s someone trapped under there.” No calling for help, Marinette’s internal musing concluded, damaging my lungs when the heroes are already here is a stupid idea.
“Where?” Superman’s voice was instantly attentive, clearly ready to take action.
“Up against the building,” Supergirl answered, just as ready. “Do you see her?”
A pause, and then, “Yeah, I see her, let’s move, we need to get her out.”
“Already on it,” came Supergirl's proclamation, accompanied by a loud, metallic creaking.
“Need any-”
“Nope, I got this baby cousin!” There was a loud sigh in response to that, though the scrape of moving concrete made it clear that the banter wasn't getting in their way of working.
“I’m older than you,” he grumbled, not as loudly as before, but it was closer now to Marinette, and still said clearly enough for her to hear.
“Not according to our birthdays back home!” Supergirl sing-songed, though clearly much further away now, and it was punctuated by another dulled clang of metal. Marinette assumed that the hero had just finished moving the large decorative brass planet over into the open area of the park, out of the way.
A grunt is Superman’s response to the tease, and more stone grinds together loudly as it’s moved. It only takes a moment before the noise is joined by more from another section, and Marinette relaxes just a bit knowing that both superheroes are working to free her. She wishes she could help them, but she knew the best way to do that was to stay put and not touch anything that could collapse her shelter onto her head.
Marinette coughed again as a dusting of debris sprinkled down on her head, and the external digging from Supergirl’s side seemed to get just a bit faster, closely followed by Superman’s.
A crack of light split the darkness from above her on her right, and Marinette couldn't help but crack a smile at the excited whoop Supergirl let out as the hole grew a little larger. It wasn't long before the area around the main piece of concrete shielding Marinette was clear enough for the big chunk to be shifted from above her and completely uncover her little space of safety.
A head of shoulder length, ruffled blonde hair popped up from behind the slab of concrete, grinning triumphantly down at Marinette. The accompanying steel blue eyes shone just as brightly. “Why hello there, cutie,” Supergirl greeted, “need a hand?”
Marinette barely had time to comprehend what the other teen said and blush brilliantly through the dust in embarrassment before the slab was once more moving. It tilted away as Supergirl released it, and a slight grunt could be heard from Superman, most likely now the one supporting all its weight. It continued to shift until it was fully lifted up, and Superman, indeed carrying it, was moving it away to the edge of the debris field.
Supergirl, floating in the air, flew closer to Marinette, smile more toned down but still warm and welcoming. The hero reached out a hand towards her and elaborated, “Let’s get you out of all these rocks, darlin’.” Her voice has a brief accent on the last word, and Marinette bets it to be a picked up trait. “It really can't be all that comfortable, yeah?” the hero finally adds.
With a hesitant nod, Marinette reaches back towards the hero. She can’t help but yelp as she’s tugged up to her feet. Then she yelps once more as Supergirl dips down further and pulls Marinette forward even more, straight into the hero’s arms where she's held securely against Supergirl as she floats back upward.
She clung tightly to the hero, and Marinette’s eyes widened as she looked down, staring at all the destruction littering the once clear street. She looks upwards, and can see the damage to the Daily Planet’s upper levels. She’s drawn back to the debris as Superman rejoins them, giving a cursory glance to his cousin and her charge before making quick work of the remaining mess that sat in the way of the main doors to the Daily Planet’s lobby.
“Uhm,” Marinette spoke up hesitantly, glancing at Supergirl, still holding her and flying above the mess. “Should we-?”
“Help? Nah, Soup’s a big boy, he’s got this; I wouldn't worry about it. Besides, Buttercup, I doubt he would let you help anyways, after being trapped like that. I sure wouldn't. And if I was in your place, I wouldn't be wanting to, either.”
Gods, what's with all the nicknames? Marinette couldn't help her continued, everlasting embarrassment at the whole situation, and the nicknames didn't help much. She at least found solace in realizing they were likely just a force of habit in the hero, seeing as how she was calling Superman by various ones, too.
She went back to watching the older hero working below them, clearing a quick path from the doors into the clearer areas. Her brow furrowed just a bot, it seemed like they had dropped back down a bit in the air, but not by much.
Superman was quick to join them in the air once done, and they flew higher as though it was the superheroes’ unconscious instinct to do so, just to get some distance from the civilians. Marinette held tighter to Supergirl just in case.
“This was the only area with substantial damage from the fight,” Superman finally declares to Supergirl once they’re comfortable. “I’ll do a quick sweep of the city for any more trapped civilians, but we should be good from here on. Think you can handle her?” He gives an acknowledging nod to Marinette, and she shrinks a bit at the unexpected attention.
“Oh, yeah,” was the confident reply as Supergirl held her just a little bit closer, and Marinette hoped it was just her imagination that the hero’s hold on her had been looser than it had started before the grip tightened. The closer hold still elicited a soft squeak from Marinette, and she was grateful that they either didn't notice or didn’t mind enough to point it out by saying something or looking at her. “I can handle this little sweetheart, no worries! Go do your hero thing.”
“Are you sure?” He checked, looking skeptical, but in a cautious way rather than one that was actually doubtful. It made sense, if Supergirl really was still green behind the ear with superheroing, he would need to make sure his mentoring was sticking.
“Did you check her for injuries?” He asked imploringly, clearly covering the bases he was used to.
“Oh! Right! Sapphire!” The addition of yet another nickname to the growing collection was giving the situation an odd sense of normalcy, and Marinette gave Supergirl a questioning look in answer. “We want X-Ray you to make sure you aren't hurt or anything like that. May I?”
Marinette nods, “Oh, sure,” she confirms, “I don't think anything hit me, though, I was pretty quick and I feel fine.”
“Mhm, mhm, yeah,” Supergirl absently acknowledged, already giving her a glance over. “Yeah, you look good to me, I’d even say pretty darn fi…” The almost flirtatious comment fades along with her grin as it transforms into a confused frown.
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Borne of the Stars - Chapter 4 - An MLB Kryptonian AU
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[ Posted on Ao3 ] [ Chapter 1 ] [ Chapter 3 ] [ Chapter 5 ]
[ A/N: Alright! The Metropolis ‘Intro Arc’ comes to a close, and leads right into a bit of time-skipping! Chapter 5 begins Marinette’s journey into gaining superpowers in strange ways. ]
[ Summary: Answers are given and some backstory is filled in, but blanks still remain. It’s time for new friends to part ways. ]
“Meteor shower?”
Marinette looked quizzically towards her parents, knowing nothing of such an event ever happening. But she also knew there was a chance it had happened before they had ever met her.
Sabine stepped up, a more passive, if not helpless, look of cluelessness on her features. “No, as far as Tom and I are aware, she wasn’t. But, perhaps, she may have been. You see,” she began to elaborate, wrapping a reassuring arm around her daughter alongside her husband, “Marinette is adopted.”
Supergirl blinked at that, and Tom continued where Sabine left off before the superhero could ask any premature questions.
“There was some kind of accident that happened with her original parents. Not her birth ones as far as the adoption agency knew. They claimed the DNA didn’t match any of the residents where she was found, and there was no birth certificate.”
Tom patted his daughter’s head and she smiled reassuringly. She knew the story, and came to terms with it long ago. It had never really been a crisis for her, it was simply a fact of her life.
Marinette decided to pick up the tale herself and explain the rest.
“They don't know what exactly caused it, but the whole building had collapsed, and I was the only survivor. They suspected some kind of explosion from the debris.
“The people who rescued me from the aftermath knew my name was Marinette because of a note that I had been swaddled with, but that was it. The note was too damaged to read anything else, but they suspect it may have been a simple baby-care to-do list for new parents.
“So, I guess to answer your question… We have no clue. Why? You said you saw something, an old injury, could it have been debris from the accident?”
Tom pipes up once more to fill in more blanks and open more questions. “There was no report of injuries from that, just your pre-existing scars.”
“And I don’t think they ever checked those,” Sabine adds, “likely assuming they were taken care of before the accident.”
“Scars…” Supergirl mused, looking Marinette over once more. “Marigold, they wouldn't happen to be over your right shoulder, back, and leg, would they?”
The Dupain-Chengs’ eyes were wide as they looked at each other before Marinette stepped closer, pushing down the right shoulder of her re-dawned over-shirt and the shirt underneath, twisting around to be able to show the faint scarring there in strange jagged, spotty patterns. It definitely looked like it had been something done by multiple culprits such as a dense scattering of tiny meteors. Or shrapnel from something much closer.
Supergirl’s resolve seemed to solidify at the sight and nodded, stepping up closer and pointing to one of the largest of the scars between her shoulder and collarbone, then another at her shoulder blade. “Your back and leg have big ones like these too, right?” A nod in response, and she continues.
“All of those spots have large chunks of crystals that I suspect might be from… a place I call home. I felt them when I helped you out back there.” Marinette furrowed her brow, wondering if that seeming uncharacteristic weakness and tiredness of the two superheroes had been because of these hidden crystals. Did she somehow really have a weakness to the indestructible heroes just sitting around inside her?
“Oh, sorry for being snippy back there by the way, I thought the crystals had been put in you on purpose, it didn't help that I recognized that other guy, too, I hope you can forgive me, Starshine.” Marinette flushed at the attention, not expecting the apology and another nickname, but she nodded in affirmation to the apology. Supergirl then stepped back as she continued on with a returned nod, and Marinette took it to put her sleeves back in place.
“Anyways, I’ll bet my hat, metaphorically of course, that all the smaller pieces were removed by your body naturally as you grew, but the bigger ones stuck around. Get those checked out, long term exposure of my homeworld’s rocks can have bad effects on humans. To have none so far, you're lucky. Well, as lucky as you can get with already having, ya’know… Yeah…” The hero looked sheepish now, and Marinette just laughed softly, Tom and Sabine chuckling behind her.
“We’ll be sure to get it taken care of,” Marinette nods glad to have gotten help for something she hadn't even known was wrong. “Thank you, Supergirl. For everything.”
“Hah, it was nothin’,” the hero grins, reaching up to touch her hair, and instead clocked herself in the temple with Marinette’s sketchbook that she still held. “Owch! Oh! Ha-hah, that- that's definitely not mine, here- Actually…” Before she hands it back, she pulls one of the pencils out from between the bindings and scribbles down into the blank spaces between the Superman sketches.
When Marinette finally takes the sketchbook back, there's two names and two numbers. The first, situated below the most detailed of the Superman designs, is the name Clark Kent, and a number labeled personal cell. The second number is vertically written between the Supergirl skirt and the sash design Supergirl had been admiring, and the name was Supergirl, also labeled with personal cell.
Marinette’s eyes go wide at both, and she slams the sketchbook closed to hide them from prying eyes. “But these are-! You-! I can’t-!”
She’s cut off by a full and gleeful laugh from the superhero. “Geode, It’s fine, don't worry ‘bout it! Really! Superman already told me to give you Kent’s for your reporter friend, the other one you can just consider an emergency contact for anything about those crystals you’ve got. That's acceptable, right? Good!” she beams when Marinette gives a speechless nod, and the designer could swear that Supergirl was actually doing something to make herself glow with the sun framing her from above her head.
“I should be heading off then,” the superhero continued, and her glow dimmed with it, but she stayed grinning and proud, more content in the moment. “Think you need anything else or we good?”
Having a quick thought, Marinette reached into her back and slipped out one of her home-made business cards. She never actually used them, she wasn't ready to start her own business just yet, but they were convenient if she ever needed to give her contact info to anyone. This was as good a time as any to put them to use.
She stepped up quickly and grabbed Supergirl’s hand in her own, slipping the paper into the other teen’s fingers.
“Thank you again, Supergirl, I mean it. Thank you.”
The hero softens just a bit as she looks back at the bright, dirt covered girl she rescued from the Daily Planet’s main symbol. Her grin returns full force and she winks. “Any time, cutie, it’s what I do.”
Marinette let's go with a laugh at the superhero’s antics, and finally releases her hand.
With a wave from both Supergirl and the Dupain-Chengs, they part ways.
A few things happen for Marinette after that day in Metropolis.
First, after Marinette got back to the hotel her family was staying in, she made a call to Alya back in Paris. She told her about the villain attack, the destruction, and the heroes rescuing her. She made sure to spare any and every personal detail, both of her own and of the heroes’. Marinette didn't want to be teased or prodded about it, and she strongly guessed the heroes didn't want the wrong things getting out. Alya had dropped her phone upon hearing about her getting not just the contact for a well known reporter, but also securing a promise for an interview in her name. Alya at least gracefully respected that Marinette refused to give up the number, and planned to set the interview up herself to make sure she didn't break their trust in her.
After that, Marinette and her parents discussed the whole alien crystals in her body thing, and decided they should get them removed as soon as they returned home, not wanting their daughter recovering from surgeries like that while travelling. Figuring Supergirl would be too busy to answer a call, she sent a text instead about the decision. A fitting string of emojis followed by a ‘sweet! update me soon, ttyl’ was the reply.
Marinette didn't encounter either of the Super-Duo for the rest of her trip, but she texted the teen again a few days before they were set to leave. She asked about music recommendations, stating a desire to get a gift of CDs or records for one of her long-time best friends back home. Not only did she get a good long list of album recommendations, but also a short list of the best music stores in the city, in order of ‘best to still-best-but-slightly-less-awesome’, as Supergirl put it.
After the Dupain-Chengs returned to Paris, the renovations of the bakery almost complete, they set up everything they needed for the removal of the foreign crystals. Once more, Marinette made sure to text Supergirl. And this time, they did see each other again. The American hero flew all the way to France to bring Marinette something, a Non-Disclosure Agreement for the doctors handling Marinette and the crystals. Apparently, her and her cousin used them in emergencies to keep their identities safe, and their weaknesses out of the wrong hands, as best they could. It only confirmed for Marinette that the crystals were indeed weaknesses to them, and she vowed to keep them secret.
Supergirl stayed in Paris to oversee the surgeries, despite how much it embarrassed Marinatte to have a superhero acting like a bodyguard at the hospital, let alone how much the girl told the hero it was alright to leave her on her own. Yet again, Marinette vowed to never tell Alya. She made the hero swear to it, too, though she was sure that promise wouldn't hold if Alya ever got an interview. Truthfully, she wouldn't really hold the other teen to it anyways, but it was nice to know Supergirl would still make the effort to keep it the promise.
After the crystals were removed and Marinette was home free, Supergirl handed her a leather-bound wooden box, decorated in brass bands and studs, and lined on the inside with lead and velvet. Inside sat several chunks of glowing, ethereal crystals. Most of them were shades of green, but one sat in the center and radiated a brilliant gold. Each had been carefully coated in something clear, meant to prevent skin-to-skin contact when handling, without diminishing the beauty.
“Kryptonite,” Supergirl confessed with a sheepish grin. “Pieces of Krypton, the home planet Kryptonians like Kal-El and I are from. You kept them safe without even knowing it, I can’t imagine how safe they'll be now that you know they're here. Better than being anywhere near us or our enemies, am I right?”
Marinette had laughed, exasperated at Supergirl’s antics, but decided, for once, not to refuse the gift, and accept the new responsibility that came with them. It was the least she could do for a friend from an ocean and a few galaxies away.
After a few weeks in Paris, Supergirl had to go back to Metropolis a week before Marinette’s last year of collège started, admitting to needing to return to start her first year of high school.
Her final statement to Marinette had been to make a bet.
Marinette had laughed and fallen down giggling when she first expressed her want to make it. She was so used to Kim and Alix doing the same thing, realizing that they would get along well with Supergirl if they ever met.
“Geode!” She had called out and declared with the largest air of confidence she could muster, “Geode, Blue Starshine, Princess, Macaroon, Cookie Dough, Buttercup, Blossom, Lil’ Butterfly, Darlin’, Cutie. Marinette! I mean it, and this is my bet! I am going to learn French! It’s going to suck, and I’m going to hate it, but you learned English, so I’ll try to learn something else, too, and maybe I’ll do it in time to surprise you with how awesome I am at it next year.”
“And if you can’t do it?” Marinette had giggled, the last of her laughter simmering down after the bold declaration.
“I won’t,” was the answer. Yet she still added, “But if I do fail, I’ll take you to the one place only Kal and I can go, a little piece of Home on Earth. Deal?”
Marinette softened at the whole thing, and nodded with a soft smile.
“Deal.”
#Kryptonian AU#Karanette#Borne of the Stars#maribat#crossover au#miraculous ladybug#dc super hero girls#dc superman#kara danvers#marinette dupain cheng#willowbendt#supergirl
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Borne of the Stars - Chapter 12 - An MLB Kryptonian AU
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[ Summary: Author celebrates her Birthday by posting a chapter before the day is up. Kara meets her Kwami and circumvents her grounding. ]
[ Posted on Ao3 ] [ Chapter 1 ] [ Chapter 11 ] [ Chapter 13 ]
Kara was shocked, sure, but not taken completely by surprise. She spent enough time around Zee Zatara, Zatanna, to know what something being magically conjured into existence looks like. That didn’t stop her from taking a step back though; she knew she wasn't invulnerable to magic, and not knowing what was appearing called for a level of caution.
Her eyes went wide and the hand that had tightened into an instinctive fist went slack as the light faded and the form finished taking shape in the open air. The other hand around the open box tightened as she stared at the creature, grounding and preventing her next instinctual reaction at the sight: a soft squeal of aww.
She clamped her jaw shut tight to further prevent the sound as the little purple-tinged black feline opened apple green eyes and a fanged cheshire grin spreading and opening to form words.
“Well well well, what do we have here? Sure, I expected someone different than usual, but this takes the fondue!” He exclaimed then circled Kara, and she kept still as her eyes followed the floating creatures movements.
“What the-!” She couldn't help gasping after he disappeared behind her in another of his circles and felt the faintest of feelings in her chest for only a moment, like a string being pulled through from the back to the front, before he emerged in front of her. Out of the spot she had apparently felt him going through her. “Not cool! Don’t do that!”
“Fine, fine,” he shrugged nonchalantly, “but now I know all I need to. This is going to be fun,” and the grin returned, almost feral now alongside the previous mischievousness.
Kara glared in suspicion at the little creature, finally setting aside her inner feeling of ‘aww, so cute’ to focus on the problem at hand. In hand? She lifted the box back up and looked at the black ring inside, then back to the magical feline. “What do you mean, fun? What do you know?”
The creature chuckled, “You aren't human; you may look like it on the outside, but the inside tells a different story.”
She shuddered at realizing what he had been doing when going through her chest cavity. “Ew, yuck, gross, no, do not go checking things like that- Wait- So you know? You can tell?”
“Obviously,” he drawled before looking away without explaining and started to zip around the semi-messy room like a hyper and curious cat. “Kid, you don’t happen to have any cheese, do you? Just a bite is fine; I hate to say it, but as much as I’d love to sit down and eat a whole wheel, I actually seem to be looking forward to transforming for once. Seeing what you can do with my help should be interesting!”
“And what exactly can you do, uh-?” Her skepticism fell flat when she realized she didn't know his name. She followed after the tiny creature as it left the bedroom and watched him sniff out the mini-fridge set up next to the television of the suite’s living room. He popped the door open with a cry of victory and dove in, coming back out with her string cheese and taking a bite out of it.
“Call me Plagg, Kwami of Destruction, source of power for the Black Cat Miraculous you’re holding.” He seemed to raise an eyebrow at Kara as she looked down at the ring in the box, brushing a finger over the apple green paw print on the center. “Well? Put it on already!”
She hesitantly took the ring from the box, tossing the empty container to the side. Another glance at the waiting Kwami and she slid it on. Her eyes went wide as the ring turned a weathered gold, the shape turning to that of a signet ring. The shape of the seal was close to that of the one her and her cousin both wore as heroes: the Crest for the House of El. It was still different, though: not the usual stylized S, but rather, now the two ends of the S were reconnected into the original sideways infinity symbol. The S itself was still the prominent, though.
Kara looks back at Plagg and the smug look he wore. “Neat, huh?”
“Yeah…” She hesitates before continuing to ask her new question. “What, exactly, is a Kwami?”
“Oh you know, just like any old gods, deities, incarnations and embodiments; whatever you want to compare us to. Basically forces of nature, concepts, and magic that, when tired to Miraculous, can have our powers channeled through other beings to do good. Well, good is supposed to be what we’re used for,” he adds with a glare out the window to the glowing streets.
“And that?” she wonders, noticing his stare.
“Yep, caused by the powers of one. You and the Ladybug Wielder are being called in to help recover one that's been used for evil. The Miraculous and the Kwami with it basically sent out a distress call when they were commanded to go against what we’re meant for.”
Plagg looked sad as he said it, and Kara couldn't help but reach out in sympathy and give him a gentle pat on the head between the ears. It shook him out of it and he focused back on her.
“Say ‘Plagg, Transform Me’ to pull me into the ring and suit up. The faster we get this over with, the sooner I can find myself a better cheese selection!”
“Wait, you said Ladybug Wielder, I get a partner?” She wasn't confused by it, having partners was normal for her, but the superhero in her wanted to make sure she didn't make a big mistake in misidentifying an ally.
“Yeah,” the Kwami confirmed, “the Creation to my Destruction, the symbol of Good Luck to my symbol of Bad Luck. The Ladybug to your Black Cat is out there and you two should be meeting each other soon, preferably before anything else so you can start working together.”
“How will I know who they are? Will they be easy to spot?”
Plagg cackled like a friend had just whispered an inside joke into his ear. “Oh yeah, very spottable.”
She raised a skeptical brow before shrugging it off. Instead of dwelling, she grinned and looked back out towards the chaos outside. Feeling ready, she called as instructed, “Plagg, Transform Me!”
The black, green, and white magic washed over her effortlessly, and just like other times friendly magic had been used on her, she felt almost nothing at all except the new weight of her costume settling itself. She did note her center of gravity had shifted, and wondered about the physical changes she may have gotten as well. One presented itself as she glanced through the doors to her bedroom, at her reflection in the full length mirror, and instead of a pleased and satisfied hum, there was a purr in its place.
Her new outfit really was satisfying to her tastes. It had an overall military uniform look to it with a formal flare. The top was mainly black and asymmetrical, a line of silver buttons going down one side, the collar straight with a line of green all around the edges. The sleeves ended in long, folded back cuffs at the wrists, also adorned with green trim and silver clasps. Clawed black gloves covered her hands, another tripping of green wrapping around her wrists. The black pants were complying to the formal look, complete with neat creases down the centers, but still had functionality with cargo-style pockets on the thighs. The shoes were heavy black combat boots, laced with overlapping green and silver ties. A sash wrapped around her waist, looking black but shimmered green underneath; one end fell loose behind her, swaying like a tail of its own accord; a silver baton stuck out where it was all tied together. The mask over her eyes, comfortable despite not being used to one, matched the tail in color: black with an underlying green sheen, except for the solid black that fell from her eyes like the tear marks of a cheetah. The feline ears atop her head, nestled into a new side swept undercut style, were solid black but for the green edging. The acidic green slit eyes were unsettling at first glance, but they pupils went wide and outright dorky as she looked herself over.
Her favorite part, however, had to be the cape. It was a one shoulder cape, draped over one arm in neat folds, the opposite side longer than the other as it fell behind her. The exposed shoulder had part of the cape attached to it, held by a black clasp with a silver crescent, but revealed a triple layer of silver shoulder plating. The opposite shoulder with the cape draped over it had a larger silver clasp holding it in place, but it was more like an emblem with its large black crescent moon encasing a green paw print. A few green straps held the shoulder pieces in place, from across her shoulders and down and around her torso.
“I’ll need a new name with the new look,” she muses. Her thoughts run quickly over far too many cliche names and ones already taken, before settling on one.
“Oncilla.”
She turns away from the mirror and laughs to herself, “I have never been this happy to get around a grounding so easily,” before going straight to the balcony doors, throwing them open, and launching herself into the open air with a whooping holler, more than happy to be back in the game.
#Borne of the Stars#maribat#karanette#miraculous ladybug#crossover AU#kara danvers#plagg#dc super hero girls
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Borne of the Stars - Chapter 5 - An MLB Kryptonian AU
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[ Summary: A year passes by fast, but sometimes a lot can happen, and you'll miss it if you blink. Time for school to start: take two. ]
Marinette’s final year of collège had been a quick yet busy affair for the teen, quickly followed by the summer before her first year of lycée.
It had begun once more with an uncanny similarity to the year before. Alya began the morning with raves about her interview with The Superman and all the positive reviews on it. The reporter had still been curious about the events of Marinette’s encounter in Metropolis, but once more she had shut down that line of questioning before anyone could catch on. She reminded Alya that there had been a reason she didn't want to be credited for acquiring the interview; she didn't want or need the attention it would bring.
When Nino had joined them, Marinette finally presented to him the CD's and a record she had bought for him. He had been ecstatic, happy for the new content for his collection. As thanks, he managed to convince her to let him give her a copy of his latest songs that he had made over the summer. Besides his family at home who listened to him work, she would be the first to hear them.
During lunch that same day, she had taken the chance to listen to the music, giving her positive response right away. Of course, in an excited blunder of praise, she let it slip that she thought Supergirl would enjoy it, too, and once more had to quench a bursting flurry of questions from not just Alya, but Nino and Adrien as well.
Alya had pretended for all of five minutes that she would never forgive Marinette for not spilling anything she knew about the superhero.
Nino, after letting the information sink in, had gone mute like his favorite artist had just told him his music was top notch; she supposed it was pretty close, so the reaction was rather reasonable.
And Adrien, after showing confusion, and once Alya had filled them in on what she knew happened in Metropolis, had looked like he just spotted a celebrity more known than himself on the streets. He quickly followed the look with telling her that it was amazing how much good luck she had with meeting people when she had such bad luck with physical hazards. That had gotten a good laugh out of all of them, though Marinette had been a bit flustered about having that particular detail to her life.
That same day was also the beginning of Lila Rossi’s return to Paris and introduction to the class. Marinette and her closest Parisian friends had spent their two lunch hours together and missed their chance to introduce themselves then, but they did get their hellos and welcomes in after classes ended.
When Lila made a passing comment about her trip during the summer before moving back to Paris, Alya had gone right into her normal lines of questioning, ever dedicated to being curious. The stories Lila was quick to recount were rather awe inspiring to the teens, and the perfect pictures and dazzling trinkets she presented with each one only solidified the tales.
Adrien had to leave before he could hear more than one story, but Alya, Marinette, and Nino stuck around to hear more.
After that, Lila became a frequent joiner to their group gatherings, regaling them frequently. She would join them for lunch, switching between either the different friend groups or encouraging the entire class to sit together; group picnics had become much more common due to it. She was often invited to smaller activities outside of school, and she readily accepted.
Lila became a quick and easy friend for the entire class.
Supergirl’s first return trip to Paris had been a month into the start of school. She had shown up half an hour after school for Marinette. The french student had to make sure none of her classmates were facing towards the bakery when she heard the all too familiar sound of the superhero flying in. After befriending Supergirl over the summer, it was hard not to recognize the signs; especially since she had to be a quick study to them. She had to make sure no one ever spotted the Kryptonian’s presence around her home for both their safety.
Once Marinette managed to get home, she found Supergirl already holding a box of pastries and happy as the cat that caught the canary.
Marinette, after easing her worries at the sight of the hero, joked about not being able to wait for their next phone call or her text. The two had started a habitual schedule of talking during Marinette’s evenings, after school let out for Supergirl, and the weekends, mostly consisting of Marinette's projects and Supergirl’s tales of heroism.
Supergirl had laughed from the question. She then held up the box, stating that her new friends from school, hero friends, were in need of some lunchtime pick-me-ups, and this was the best place for it. Outside of going for ice cream, she had clarified, but the vote had been pastries, and Supergirl proudly made sure to volunteer to pick up the goods. From Paris. Without warning, of course.
But at least she made sure to come in through the balcony and not the front door. After all, stealth and secrecy was important when you're not supposed to be somewhere. With a roll of her eyes, Marinette told her to fly a little slower next time, too, as her breaking of sound barriers was a bit attention grabbing. There was more laughter, but this time it was accompanied by a promise to try and be quiet next time.
Visits from Supergirl continued throughout the year sporadically, their luck holding true and keeping Supergirl’s presence in the city on the down low. The Dupain-Cheng parents were happy to have her visiting as well, treating her just as they would any other friend of their daughter: with offers of lots of food and care.
There was, however, one unexpected incident with one of Marinette’s friends.
Nino Lahiffe.
He had come up into the housing of the building one Saturday afternoon, bypassing the bakery, and went right into the living room, ready to head up the stairs to Marinette’s attic bedroom where he knew he would most likely find her. He completely forgot what he had come for when he froze and did a double-take of Supergirl lounging on the couch, feet on the coffee table. She stared right back at him in surprise, popping the bubble of her gum, before sending an almost feral grin at the boy.
It turned smug and amused as Marinette came down the stairs and froze, too.
Nino had taken the whole thing in stride once he managed to shake himself and Marinette from the shock. From that day on, he had joined the ranks of the few who knew about the superhero’s visits, as well as the only person besides Supergirl and Superman who knew the full story of what happened in Metropolis. He also managed to ask Supergirl for more song recommendations, and heard straight from her that she did, indeed, enjoy the music he made.
On one of the visiting days, Marinette could have sworn she heard Supergirl practicing French on Nino.
At the end of November, Supergirl had been sheepish when she visited, presenting a ruined blue jean jacket she claimed was torn during a family squabble, questioning if it could be repaired. It couldn't. Yet by Christmas, when Supergirl wasn't able to visit due to being with family, Marinette had completed a blue-dyed leather jacket. She sent it to Clark Kent after requesting and confirming if he could get the gift to Superman to give to Supergirl for her.
New Years Day had brought Marinette a more than happy Supergirl kissing her cheek as she thanked her for the gift, before the hero then proceeded to give a gift in turn. It was a necklace, a decorated rose-gold egg-shaped locket, the actual size of a small egg, on a long matching chain. She had noticed it was actually locked, and Supergirl had winked, revealing two necklaces around her neck. Next to one with a blue crystal pendant, a matching chain to the locket held a small, rose-gold filigree key. She promised to reveal the contents of the locket someday if Marinette promised to keep it safe.
And promise she did.
Late January brought with it a second encounter with the teen she had saved at the Daily Planet. Again, it was brief, not much of an encounter, only a glance of him in the background of Adrien’s thank you video to his friend’s well-wishes on the anniversary of his mother’s disappearance. They had a good enough look at him to recognize that he looked uncannily similar to Adrien. The class had confirmed with him later that it was his cousin, Félix Luthor Graham de Vanily, son of his mother’s twin sister. She wondered if she would see him again; she didn't want to bother Adrien to ask for her if he was alright from the incident.
In the middle of March, Marinette cautiously presented to Supergirl a sterling silver panjas bracelet, having been inspired by the gifted locket. The designer revealed she had created the bracelet with the help of one of Paris’ silversmiths. The bracelet piece itself was a simple band with a gap on top, a chain from each side connecting together at the bottom point of the centerpiece. The centerpiece, resting in the middle of the back of her hand, was shaped like the diamond outline of the Kryptonian symbol on the heroes’ chests. Five more chains, one from each of the other corners and one from the middle of the top edge, lead to rings on each finger. The center three rings connected to a second set of rings, ending there.
However, the decorative bracelet had something else as its main focus. She had used the kryptonite that had once been inside her, as a decorative inlay to the centerpiece and the first set of the middle three rings. Marinette worried it had been a bad idea, but, to her relief, Supergirl had shaken out of her awe of the jewelry and laughed, telling Marinette that it was very fitting for being so close to St. Patrick's Day.
When Supergirl had also made a joke about the bracelet being able to pack a punch against Superman and that she may need to borrow it some time, Marinette had to refrain from a playful tap of her knuckles to the Kryptonian’s shoulder, the bracelet still on her hand.
Marinette celebrated her 15th birthday in the afternoon with her friends, only a spare few weeks of school left for the class. She was already waiting for Supergirl on her balcony in the evening when the hero came by. The video-game she was presented, an early release in the States only, was by far her favorite gift. It was Supergirl's turn for a kiss on the cheek in thanks, and she didn't snap from her surprised stupor until the game had been started up, ready to be played for the rest of the night. And that's how long they did.
The third encounter with Félix, the start of many more to come, happened after the school year finally ended, summer break had started, and Marinette was officially out of collège. Supergirl had been visiting, but had been glaring outside at the park. When Marinette had spotted the subject of the superhero’s ire, she had dismissed herself to go find him where he was with Adrien.
She learned he had been just fine, thank-her-very-much, though she had shoved him roughly enough to bruise for a few days. She apologized profusely, but he had accepted it as the least he could take for having not lost his life. He thanked her instead for saving his mother from losing her son as well. Especially since it would have been too ironic to bear if he had been lost after having only just left an interview about his late father.
Marinette returned to the bakery soon after that, and saw that Supergirl’s scrutinizing gaze from earlier had softened. The hero admitted to listening in on the conversation, and thought that maybe she shouldn’t have such a big bone to pick with someone who may not have done anything wrong. Even if people around him were not so innocent. Marinette didn't pry, but she was still proud of her friend.
Many weeks of summer, hang-outs with her public friends, sleepovers with her secret hero friend, and countless mornings getting to sleep in late, it was finally time for Marinette’s official start of lycée.
She didn’t expect to feel déjà vu when she spotted a wide-eyed Nino, his eyes locked on a blonde, steel blue-eyed girl in a custom dyed-blue leather jacket and maroon ripped jeans, popping gum.
“Bonjour, ma belle géode,” the girl spoke up, looking at Marinette with a cheshire grin and triumph blazing in her eyes; “Je m’appelle Kara Danvers.”
[ Translation: "Hello, [my] beautiful geode. My name is Kara Danvers." ]
#maribat#Borne of the Stars#Karanette#Kryptonian AU#miraculous ladybug#crossover au#dc super hero girls#dc superman#kara danvers#marinette dupain cheng#nino lahiffe#adrien agreste#alya cesaire#felix graham de vanily#supergirl#willowbendt
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Borne of the Stars - Chapter 3 - An MLB Kryptonian AU
Kryptonian AU Tag List: @eve-valution @weird-pale-blonde-person @kris-pines04 @soulmate-game @abrx2002 @amayakans @vixen-uchiha @heldtogetherbysafetypins @raisuke06 @dorkus-minimus @captainartsypants @mopester-is-here @moonlightstar64 @annabellabrookes @daminett4life @toodaloo-kangaroo
[ Posted on Ao3 ] [ Chapter 1 ] [ Chapter 2 ] [ Chapter 4 ]
[A/N: I am on a roll today! Three chapters in one day! That’s right, Chapter 4 is almost done, too! ]
[ Summary: Supergirl sees something off, and she’s hella suspicious. Now she has questions. ]
There's a long pause as the hero’s stare continues and her frown only seems to deepen.
Another beat, and then a double echo of “Supergirl?” from both Marinette and Superman. Marinette’s had the faintest pitch of panic to it, because this time, she was certain that Supergirl’s grip had loosened and they had dropped in altitude, though just barely in both cases. And he may not have noticed, but it seemed Superman had been dropping with them.
The double call seems to snap her attention back up, but she still looks… Puzzled.
“I’m… Fine,” she sounded unsure of that, but actually shook her head as if to clear her thoughts away and pasted her big grin back where it belonged. “No, really! Geode, you are completely unharmed from this, no worries! Though you do seem to have some… Let’s say, older injuries from the past that are concerning me, just a smidgen.
“Kal!” The older hero had been about to speak up in curiosity, his mouth already open, but it snapped shut at the overly cheerful tone of Supergirl. “How ‘bout you head out and do that sweep of the city, yeah? I can finish up here, I just have a few things to ask of Geode, about stuff. What happened here, how she’s feeling, some normal safety warnings, ya’know, that sort of stuff, you know how it is. I can handle it, no worries!”
The amount of times she’s said ‘no worries’ has Marinette a bit more than worried, gripping just a bit harder to the hero, and the squeeze gets returned, but she can't tell why it half feels protective, and half feels like she’s just been trapped to prevent an escape.
And somehow, the same nickname twice felt off, too.
What in the world had Supergirl seen?
Superman’s hesitation was clear, and Marinette, uncomfortable enough to wish to get everything over with, spoke up. “I’m fine, really, and I’m okay to answer any questions she has. I have nowhere to be yet,” she adds as a final reassurance, and continuously makes sure she can still feel her phone securely in her pocket. She can.
He glances between the two, then gives an approving nod to Supergirl, though still a tad hesitant. “We’ll have a meeting and debrief tonight, then.”
“Great idea!” the hero pipes up in response, still all too cheerful. “Besides, you must be feeling a little tired, aren't you? Should get going so you can rest up, you're a busy guy after all!”
Superman raises a brow at her, but nods. “Yeah, odd, I didn't notice until you pointed it out. Good work today, Supergirl, thank you. I’ll see you later then.”
He turns to go, and Marinette has a slightly sudden reminder of a thought, and she reaches out an arm as if to stop the hero from leaving. “Wait!” She quickly grabs right back onto Supergirl as she can bodily feel how much of a bad idea it was to reflexively let go with one hand.
“Uh, please,” she adds in a mumble, embarrassed as he turns back to them.
“Yes?” He asks with patience, and she greatly appreciated that he didn’t snap at her for stopping him.
“You probably get this a lot, but my friend would probably disown me if she finds out I met you and didn't ask. You see, my friend, she's a huge superhero fan, and also an aspiring reporter, and, well, you know how fans and reporters are, you being a public hero and all. Do you think you'd be willing to do an interview with her, even just a quick hello?” She was nervous to ask, but she was determined to persevere, for Alya’s sake.
It takes barely a breath of a moment before Superman breaks into a smile and nods.
“Absolutely, anything to help out such a dedicated reporter and her friend. Supergirl can give you a number to one of the reporters at the Daily Planet, she knows which one. He can get up in contact. Until then,” he finishes with a salute, and finally turns and flies off, picking up pace and disappearing faster than Marinette can fully voice her thank you.
There's no time for awkward silence as Supergirl is suddenly taking them back down, and Marinette yelps at the unexpected drop.
She looks back down towards the ground as they fall, and she points, with her chin this time, at the now dust covered bench with her messenger bag and sketchpad still sitting there unsupervised. “Over there, I left my bag on the bench. I hope everything is still safe.”
They drop to the sidewalk and Marinette takes a moment to get her feet under her before stepping away from the hero. Supergirl seems reluctant to let her go, and Marinette gets the feeling once more that she's been trapped despite having no reason to run.
Dusting off the open sketchbook, she makes sure the sketch isn't ruined by the dust before picking up her bag and gently beats the dirt and pebbles from the fabric. As she slings it back over her shoulder, she looks up in time to once more catch the blue-green eyes of the blond teenager she had saved earlier.
He seemed to be waiting for someone now, standing across the street on the corner. A mountain of broken concrete was between them now instead of just one chunk and a door. They blink at each other in a moment of surprise at seeing one another, before he nods in acknowledgment, and she can tell it's his way of saying thank you without actually coming to her to say so. She nods back, and he goes back to his waiting, his book once more in his hands. She notices, though, that his earbuds remained with one in and one out.
Supergirl mutters what sounded like “Luthors” before she clears her throat, and Marinette turns back to her curiously. The other girl was tense, and her eyes were boring back towards the mystery teen.
“Do you know him?” Supergirl sounded as tense as she looked, and cautious, her arms crossed over her chest.
“Oh, no, of course not,” Marinete waved her hand as though to brush Supergirl’s worries away, before finally picking her sketchbook back up.
“I just helped him when the planet thing was coming down,” she added, “we almost got crushed by it.” She downplayed her saving of him, for one, not wanting to seem like she was boasting, and two, she felt that trying to act like a hero was not a good idea in the moment. She didn't know Supergirl’s temperament at all, unlike the more predictable and known one of Superman, so Marinette concluded that her usual quiet would be the best play until she knew what had given the superhero’s hackles a rise.
“Uh-huh,” Supergirl sounded skeptical, but she relaxed minutely. She turned back to Marinette, and the tension in her shoulders dissipated as she uncrossed one arm and pointed to the open sketchbook in Marinette’s hands. “What is that?”
“Huh?” She looks down, and her scarlet blush returns. “Oh,” She stutters out, looking at the open page of Superman costume redesigns. The beginnings of a Supergirl-styled skirt sat in one of the corners.
She hesitates a moment, still not used to sharing her drawings, but finally holds the sketchbook out tentatively to the superhero for her to see better. Supergirl takes it with her own amount of hesitance, but as she scans the page, her other arm uncurls and she holds the book fully and more carefully.
Marinette fidgets a bit nervously, but relaxes as Supergirl’s expression seems to be appreciative and showing consideration for the designs. She even seemed to be eyeing a particular design with a gold and red cape with golden clasps, red boots and cloves, blue bodysuit, and a red and gold sash-like belt around the waist. The designer had a slight feeling she liked it, but not as a suggestion for her cousin.
The phone in Marinette’s pocket buzzes before sounding out a wordless Jagged Stone tune, and she jumps back from where she had been standing close to and looking over the shoulder of the superhero.
She quickly pulls it out and answers. “Hello? Papa? Oh yes, I’m still at the park, of course! You heard the news? Am I hurt?” She stuttered a bit on the last two questions, looking nervously at Supergirl who raised a brow back at her. She didn't want to worry her parents, but she knew the situation would still concern them nonetheless. She sighs and turns back to her phone.
“No Papa, let Maman know I’m alright, just a bit dusty; I was pretty close when it happened. Yes, I’ll meet you on the other side of the park, promise, see you soon. Oh! And, please don't freak out,” she adds to her worried father on the other end of the line. “The local superhero wanted to make sure I was okay, so she’s with me at the moment, don't be surprised if she's still with me when I get there!”
Marinette smiles to herself as she notices the unproccessing look of having been blown away on Supergirl’s face. She guessed it had to do with not being called Superman’s sidekick like Marinette had heard before, or even Superman’s cousin or Superman’s partner. It was probably that she had simply called her the local superhero, as though she was the only one. Marinette could admit, from everything she knows from Alya and from today, Supergirl deserved a little shameless time in the spotlight all on her own, even if just from one person.
Realizing her father had gone silent from a moment of his own shock, Marinette quickly ended the call with a rushed “Okay-Bye!” and put the phone away. She beamed at Supergirl happily as she gestured into the park, past the bronze planet nestled into the grass. “Shall we?”
She didn’t wait for a reply before turning on her heel and almost skipping as she jogged off for the other side of the public space. Honestly, she was just happy the whole almost-dying ordeal was over.
She glanced back, confirming that Supergirl was flying after her silently, still just a tad dazed but with a fresh new grin of pride on her.
By the time they got to the other end of the park, Supergirl seemed to be bursting at the seams with glee, but she kept it contained respectfully as Marinette went up to her already waiting parents and hugged them.
Worries and reassurances passed between them for a couple moments before the hero was once more clearing her throat, her positive energy from a moment ago toned down into something more serious.
“Not to be a spoilsport or anything, really,” the superhero seemed to shuffle on her feet awkwardly, though she wasn't even touching the ground. “But I have a question. Geode- I mean, uh-”
“Marinette,” she supplied, and the hero nodded.
“This may seem like an odd question, but it’s not, I assure you. Marinette, have you ever been caught up in a meteor shower?”
#Kryptonian AU#Borne of the Stars#Karanette#maribat#crossover au#miraculous ladybug#dc super hero girls#supergirl#dc superman#marinette dupain cheng#kara danvers#willowbendt
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Borne of the Stars Sketches
^ Part of the Chapter 2: Safe, For Now. Rescue Scene ^
^ Concept Panjas Bracelet made in the Chapter 5: What I Miss? Time-Skip Recap ^
^ Concept of Supergirl’s Gifted Locket & Key from Chapter 5 ^
^ Marinette’s Superman Re-Design Sash Sketch from Chapter 3: Now That’s Odd. ^
^ Misc. Félix, Supergirl, and Marinette Interaction ^
So here are all my sketches so far! With a bonus Jason Todd + Kara Danvers + Marinette Duplain-Cheng group sketch for the MariBat Discord~!
[ Chapter 1 of Borne of the Stars ]
Tag List: @heldtogetherbysafetypins @annabellabrookes @mopester-is-here @elspethshadow @maribat-is-lifeblood @vixen-uchiha @raisuke06 @kris-pines04 @amayakans
#maribat#marinette dupain cheng#kara danvers#jason todd#Karanette#JayKaraNette#sketches#sketch#art#Borne of the Stars#crossover au#miraculous ladybug#dc super hero girls#supergirl#design
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Borne of the Stars - Chapter 11 - An MLB Kryptonian AU
Tag List: @eve-valution @weird-pale-blonde-person @kris-pines04 @soulmate-game @abrx2002 @amayakans @vixen-uchiha @heldtogetherbysafetypins @raisuke06 @dorkus-minimus @mopester-is-here @moonlightstar64 @annabellabrookes @toodaloo-kangaroo @the-navistar-carol @elspethshadow @chocolatecatstheron @ivymala07
Not Working Tags: @captainartsypants, @daminett4life (older tags suggest a change to @maribat-is-lifeblood, do correct me if I’m wrong, though!!)
[ Summary: We check in on Kara and the free-range amateur journalist she followed. ]
[ A/N: Hi, I’m back with another chapter!! Also doing Krypto-Mari AUs, check that out!! ]
[ Posted on Ao3 ] [ Chapter 1 ] [ Chapter 10 ] [ Chapter 12 ]
Kara took off after Alya in the best controlled sprint she could muster. Pulling attention to herself with inhuman speeds would likely prove to be one of her worst decisions yet, for various reasons, if it happened, especially considering she wasn’t dressed as Supergirl.
Not that she even had it in the first place. No, Kal-El just had to confiscate her suit, to prevent temptation, he had claimed, and hidden it somewhere in the Fortress of Solitude where she couldn’t find it. So she kept it slow, yet quick enough to catch up to the amateur reporter by the end of the first block.
She also made sure to send a text to the group chat she had with Karen and Barbara as she ran. ‘With Alya, a classmate, she’s pulling a Lois Lane. Just keeping her out of trouble, so don’t yell at me if you were thinking about it! Check on Adrien Agreste, Lila Rossi, Geode and DJ, before you try any investigation of what’s goin on. Told them you would make sure they're somewhere safe. Also heard DJ and Geode were headin to check on their families when I followed our new stray reporter. That's it, I’ll tell you if I figure anything out while I’m with Als, see ya guys from the ground if you show up’
“Ya know, Als,” she says in an exasperated drawl as she pulls up alongside Alya, phone now put away, “you really shouldn't be running head first into things like this. Maybe consider not making this a habit, yeah?”
Alya scoffs, the verbal reprimand not doing anything against the excitement on her face, or budging the currently recording phone into being put away. “You're here too, aren't you?”
Kara blinks at that, then grins herself. “True, but I’m not a reporter, and yet here I am, already knowing this vital information.”
“Too late now,” Alya clips back, but her tone is still full of glee and adrenaline that Kara suspects won't go away until the situation is either over, or something bad happens. She hopes for Alya’s sake nothing bad will happen; it would suck if her spark was put out too soon.
“Have any other tips for me, Metropolis Girl?” Alya continues, her phone’s camera now pointed at Kara. The other rolls her eyes, but decides she might as well entertain the request.
“Sure,” she replies, pointedly glancing forward with a tip of her head before stepping closer to scoop the other up. Alya secure in her arms, she jumps the glowing half-metre rise in the ground that Alya had been about to run into. “Keep your eyes where you're going. And two,” she adds, setting the still-learning journalist down, “always have back-up, a partner; someone to keep you from doing exactly what I just kept you from doing.”
“Woah,” Alya breathes out, a bit breathless from a mix of having just been carried and having also just learned a lesson. She really didn't want to end up face-planting anything any time soon. “I guess I have a lot to learn. You get that from your cousin?”
“Uh, yeah, you could say that,” Kara shrugs, looking back the way they came, awkwardly rubbing at her arm. Her hand drops and she looks back to Alya, a brow now raised. “So, I'm guessing I won't convince you to turn back, will I?”
“Nope!” Alya practically cheers her denial of the request. The costumeless hero holds back a sigh as she tacks on, “Say, since you seem to be here to keep an eye on me, care to help me in learning lesson number two and being by partner-in-crime?”
“Crime? No, but a temporary partner in making sure you don't get knocked on your tush while you wave your phone around and aimlessly hope you catch sight of what’s causing all of this? Sure, why not; we’re already this far, no point in turning back. We’ll be safer keeping an eye out for places to hide than fully turning back, anyways. Let's go,” Kara finishes, grabbing hold of Alya’s wrist and getting them both started on running again.
They continued to run together down the streets. Kara kept her gaze between looking ahead, to the path of their feet, and then above them for what she felt would be an inevitable collapsing building or two. Alya proved herself steady on her feat through the quakes, and a fast learner as she guided them both around more rises in the ground after hopping their third one.
“This seems weird,” the blogger notes, brows furrowed together. “There’s no center to this, nothing to indicate where it all started. Look, News says it’s city-wide, too,” she tilted her screen towards Kara, who glanced over enough to notice the camera feature was still recording, but she was split-screening it to look at a live-feed from a News’ helicopter.
Kara pulled Alya under the awning of a building as they continued to watch the feed. There was no audio for the recording besides the reporter's voice-over, which was muted, replaced by subtitles. As she concentrated between the screen and their surroundings, Kara listened, and listened hard.
Sounds from all over the city came to her, and she focused on bits and pieces, one at a time while everything else became white noise. Most of it was generally the same: road-rage from the new physical barriers getting in the way; people calling out to their loved ones to get somewhere safe; frantic questions of what was happening. A particularly loud person kept repeating, “Where are they, where is it,” over and over, and it seemed particularly pronounced compared to everything else, almost making it hard to tune out.
A certain voice caught her ear; gentle, full of comprehension.
“A map…”
Marinette, Kara recognized. She wondered why Marinette had said that, why her voice had been clear, as though she had been outside. Isn’t she with her family? Then she remembered the balcony, and it hit Kara that she must have been up there, looking over what she can see of the city from there. The images from the helicopter feed only solidified her thought.
The Kryptonian snapped her fingers, dropping her concentration and letting her hearing return to normal. “We need to get up higher, any ideas?” She asked as she grabbed Alya’s attention with her sudden new spur for the task at hand.
“There’s the Eiffel Tower, might take a bit to get to, though,” the amateur reporter mused.
“No,” the suitless hero automatically shot the suggestion down. “Takes too long to climb and a huge safety hazard to be around, not to mention be on. Villains always target tall and important locations, so keep away and at a safe distance at all costs, got that? Good, and don't forget it; consider it a tip from my cousin if it helps it stick,” Kara stresses the point as the other nodded her confirmation, then looked around for any other options.
“What about-” the suggestion is interrupted by the honk of a horn, and both girls share twin frowns as they both recognize in displeasure the form of their interruption.
A sleek, short, black limo pulls up beside the pair, bearing the crest of the mayor’s office. The window rolls down to reveal Chloé Bourgeois, and the two girls outside it only continue to frown, to which the girl inside returns with an even greater scowl and tut.
“Get in, Danvers,” the aloof blonde tries to command, “I don’t want any negative PR for me, the hotel, or daddy from you getting caught causing trouble during some incident if I can help it.”
Kara scowls back, about to retort a no with heavy sarcasm, when an alternative idea presents itself, and her expression morphs into a big smile with. “Sure thing, Clo, the hotel is exactly where we need to be anyways! Come on, Als, let’s go for a ride!”
“What?” Echoes one cry in surprise, the other in outrage.
“No way am I letting Césaire into my car!”
“Seconded, no way am I getting in a car with Chloé.”
“Why not?” Kara asks innocently, popping open the side door, Chloé jumping back from it like it had bitten her. “The choice is either lose me as your back-up, Miss Journalist, and have to stay out of the field, or, come with me, suffer a little bit of stuck-up,” she ignored the offended protesting cry of “Hey!”, “and in reward, get a safe and high enough vantage point on everything going on around us.
“And you,” she turns to Chloé, sliding into the black leather seat, further prompting the other girl to back up against the opposite door, “Either put up with one extra passenger for a few minutes and be graced with us staying out of your manicured hair for the rest of the day, or, find an article tomorrow that calls you and your precious daddykins out on being terrible hosts that are horrible at keeping even your private guests safe from the ‘terrors‘ that currently plagues the city your dad is currently the Mayor of. What do ya think of that, princesse?”
Kara’s smile was strong as ever, only sickly-sweet as it was aimed at the minor heiress. Chloé looked caught between looking worried for having just been threatened with a PR problem, and looking offended for having been threatened at all. It quickly turned to only being offended, the fear of threat brushed aside as she crossed her arms with a loud huff, and bodily tuned away.
“Fine, she can come! As long as you both stay away like you promised, and she doesn't touch anything that is clearly more expensive than her mother’s monthly salary!”
“Cool! Come on, Als, let’s go!” Kara noticed, as she made room for Alya on the seat and she climbed in, that the journalist looked stunned at having heard someone resist Chloé’s demands.
“Girl,” the blogger hissed out in an awed whisper as she shut the door and the car drove off. “That was such a smooth comeback! You either have experience or you're just as done with ‘Chloé being Chloé’ as much I had been when I first met her, if not more.”
“Little of both,” Kara shrugged, smiling both smugly and sheepishly. “It’s a trick you learn as a reporter I guess, and from being around stuck-up people. Learn what they want so you can use it to your advantage. But also be willing to do things the hard way, because they won’t give you even an inch if they're not convinced you really will let yourself lose a lead purely to spite them and make them lose something of value, too.”
“With everything you know and who your cousin is, you plan to be a reporter, too?”
Kara only considered it for a second before shaking her head. “No way. Maybe as a side gig or a hobby, but that’s not really my cup o’ joe. Photojournalism is a maybe,” she amends, “but journalism still not really my thing.
“Besides, I’m stuck in Clark’s shadow enough, I prefer making my own path to going down all of his,” she states, feeling and looking a mix between determined, annoyed, and forlorn.
Alya didn't have much time to consider a followup response before the limo came to a stop and all three of the girls in the car perked up.
“We’re here! Now get out and stay out of my hair! Don't you dare go running off anywhere, either, or I’ll have you moved into an old broom closet until you leave Paris!” Chloé was gone before either of them could respond, and they only shrugged to each other, grinning because it was really Chloé out of their hair, and left the car, heading inside.
“You’re a slowpoke,” Alya jabbed as she ran ahead, her phone reappearing in her hands. “I’m heading up to the roof on my own, I should be fine, right?”
Kara waved her off, “Yeah, yeah, go, I’ll see you up there! I should call Clark anyways; he wanted to know if anything interesting happens, and, well.”
“Guess this counts?” Alya teased as she slid into the waiting elevator.
Kara snorted, “Yeah, basically. Have fun, don't go falling in the pool or anything!” Alya laughing at the final ‘warning’ is what the elevator closes on.
Kara heads to the stairs, and a simple peek up the stairwell to see it clear has her running up the flights in a matter of a split second. She had to do something to take the edge of the energy jitters she was getting from forcing herself to sit still among all the chaos, and using her powers where no one would see it was the best she could do for now.
As she walked down the hallway and slipped into the suite she would be calling home for a while, she pulled her phone back out to check the chat between herself, Barbara, and Karen.
First reply was from Babs. ‘Tracked all their phones. Marinette is at the bakery, Nino at his brother’s school in one of their safe rooms, Lila is in one of ours, and so is Adrien. I think, anyways, his phone must have died after he got there, but I’m sure he’s fine without it for now, must be with others if he isn't bothering to charge it now.’
Karen replied next. ‘Doing scouting now, I won’t engage without back-up, though, but I'll let you know if I find anything!’
No other messages than that, and the grounded hero sent a quick ‘thanks, girls’ in response. Her contacts were then opened, looking for Clark’s.
It was then that she noticed the black box sitting on the vanity, small and painted with red details.
Curious, and ever the one to ‘ruin surprises’, she used her X-Ray vision on it, only for her brow to furrow when she realized that while the box was clearly only wood, the object inside wasn’t having it, only appearing as a solid silhouette to her eyes.
“What the-”
She slid her phone away and snatched up the box, opening it up to a black ring and a flash of white and acid green light.
#Borne of the Stars#maribat#karanette#crossover AU#marinette dupain cheng#alya cesaire#chloe bourgeois#barbara gordon#Karen Beecher#Nino lahiffe#kara danvers#dc super hero girls
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Borne of the Stars - Chapter 10 - An MLB Kryptonian AU
Tag List: @eve-valution @weird-pale-blonde-person @kris-pines04 @soulmate-game @abrx2002 @amayakans @vixen-uchiha @heldtogetherbysafetypins @raisuke06 @dorkus-minimus @captainartsypants @mopester-is-here @moonlightstar64 @annabellabrookes @maribat-is-lifeblood @toodaloo-kangaroo @the-navistar-carol @elspethshadow @chocolatecatstheron @ivymala07
[ Summary: The day isn't over yet, and it's time for everyone to navigate a whole new experience. Is this a Supervillain on the Paris’ hands? ]
[ Posted on Ao3 ] [ Chapter 1 ] [ Chapter 9 ] [ Chapter 11 ]
The rest of the school day had gone by in a blur, full or more reviews, more introductions of all new teachers, and more less than subtle energetic dares. Almost as soon as the last bell rang, the first day finally over, the courtyard outside the school was flooded with students. The majority of them were having their post-summer reunions with their friends.
Marinette, Nino, Alya, Adrien, and Lila had fallen right into their usual grouping as they left the classroom, Kara tagging along behind the first two. The Parisian duo were excited to have their shared secret friend officially join their main circle, suspecting she would make quick friends out of not just them, but the rest of the class as well.
Lila started up a retelling of one of her summer travels, but only got a few sentences in before the building around them began to tremble, and the street beyond the courtyard sounded like it was starting to split apart.
“Woah, I didn’t know Paris was due for an earthquake,” Alya mused as their group and others instinctively huddled a bit closer. Kara’s arms were instinctively on Nino and Marinete’s shoulders to keep them steady.
“I don't think that's an earthquake,” Adrien replies breathlessly as he looks out towards the road. Kara’s grip tightens and the two can feel her tense as they all take in the white, red and blue glows emanating from the ground.
Alya rushes forward to a clearer view beyond the other students, steady on her feet despite the shaking ground. The rest of the group follows, and they hear her sucks in a breath, watching as she tenses. Those who know her see it for the excitement it is before words start pouring out.
“Guys, I think it’s a supervillain,” she gasps out as she turns back to them, her eyes wide and full of newfound energy. Even Kara, who didn't know Alya as well as the others, could recognize the flame of a reporter ready to get out on the field.
Her phone was out before anyone could respond. “I need to get footage, this is so awesome!” Then she was turning on her heel and dashing towards the road.
“Alya, wait!” Adrien cried out in alarm, tripping as the ground trembled harder for a moment before Nino caught him.
“Dude, we need to get somewhere safe, this could be dangerous.” The worry was clear in the musician's voice as he helped Adrien to his feet, staring off after Alya.
“But Nino, Alya could be in danger!”
“I know, I’ll go-”
He was cut off by Kara. “No, you guys stay put, I’ll go after Little Miss Camera over there; I’m used to this kind of thing, I’ll make sure she’s safe.”
“But Kara,” Marinette protested, equally worried for the grounded superhero as the reporter.
“I got this, Buttercup, trust me; I wont do anything to make my cousin mad and I’ll just make sure we both stay out of trouble. And you guys? Stay safe. I’ll text Karen and Babs make sure you're in a good place before they, uh, do anything else.” Nino and Marinette both knew what she meant by anything else, but they still couldn't help but want to stop Kara as she turned on her heel and ran after Alya faster than the first girl had taken off.
The two shared a thought about going grain in the hair from having heroes for friends as they glanced at each other in distress.
“She’s right you know,” Lila speaks up meekly, the concern and fright clear in her voice. “We should really get somewhere safe. I don't think any of our parents would be happy if we got hurt…” Adrien winced at that, him and the others already picturing how angered his father would be at Adrien’s friends if something really did happen. Not to mention how he would punish Adrien for it, even if it was purely an accident.
Marinette then gasped and looked back towards the road. “My parents! The bakery! I should get home to make sure they're okay!”
“Shoot, Chris, I was supposed to pick him up from school, the lil’ dude must be terrified right now!”
“You two should really go check on your families then!” Lila looks at them both, mirroring their concern for their loved ones before turning it to Adrien. “We can go find somewhere to hide, I trust Nino and Marinette to be safe. We don’t want your father getting mad if you’re caught up in all this.”
Adrien’s hand was fiddling with the pin on his shirt as he looked at his friends with equal concern and worry. “I- Alright,” he concedes with a sigh. “But maybe we should split up first, more likely to find a good place separately. We can text each other if we find a good spot?”
Lila seems to pout, but nods quickly as the ground shakes in another hard burst, already looking ready to sprint for safety, Adrien in tow or not.
The small group of four looks at one another, gaining confidence and determination from each other, ready for their tasks ahead. A second passes before they each turn away and head off, their paces varying from smooth runs to staggered jogs over the unsteady ground.
Marinette was one of the unsteady ones, bumping into other panicked students and pedestrians as she made her way back home. It felt like an excruciatingly long time to get back to the bakery.
As she went, her eyes kept drifting to the glow on the streets. Oddly enough, she realized that they followed directly down the middle of the roads, and the cracks in the streets were those glowing sections rising up out of the ground. The main color she saw was white, but as she passed one of the major roads, the glows going down the emerging lines were blue. In the distance, she saw one of the highways glowing red. She also realized that the roofs of many of the buildings glowed with their own unique colors, too, her mind working as it picked out a pattern.
As her thoughts mulled over themselves, Marinette’s foot slid off the corner of the curb as she went too close, and she fell into one of the parked cars. The chain of her necklace caught on the side view mirror, pulling taunt as she went down sideways, failing to brace herself against the car. The chain snapped, and her shoulder hit the asphalt hard, her back glancing off the curb.
She hisses in pain, but gasped as she watched the large locket hit the ground, snap open, and bounce under the car with a clatter. Sitting up quickly, ignoring her new scrapes, bruises, and likely ruined shirt, she reached under the car, pulling the open locket out from under it.
It had opened diagonally along the main seam, and she realized it had been lined on the inside with the same velvet from her Kryptonite box to protect whatever had been inside.
She glanced under the car once more, spotting a gleam of silver from behind one of the tires and reached for it. It felt like a smoothed, uneven stone, though it gave her the slightest shock of static as her fingers wrapped around it. It quickly warmed in her hand as she pulled it out, but she didn't spare it a glance as she slipped it back into the locket’s hold and shut it with a snap. She sighed in relief as it stayed closed, showing the lock had remained undamaged.
She stood back up, making note to tell Kara about the locket and chain being damaged as she tucked them away in her pocket, and resumed her sprint back home. Though much more careful of the curbs this time.
She finally made it back to the bakery, bursting in through the front door. “Papa, Maman!!”
She found patrons and shelter seekers alike huddled inside. Her parents were making rounds to make sure everyone was alright, and securing anything loose from being shaken from their places, though the shaking had died down into only the slightest of tremors. Her parents turned to her in surprise as she came in and made her way to them, where they enveloped her in a hug.
“Marinette!” They exclaimed together in relief, letting her go after a few moments.
“I’m alright!” She reassured them before they could ask, smiling to them both. “I just came to make sure you both were okay in the bakery. I’ll go upstairs and make sure nothing has broken, you two can stay down here. I’ll come right back if the quakes get worse again.”
The two glance at each other before looking back to her, pride filled smiles overtaking their worried looks. No sooner than their shared nods did Marinette dash through the bakery and up into the housing of the building.
She was relieved to see most everything still in their general places. The home had been ‘Marinette-proofed’ for years enough, and a bit more recently ‘Supergirl-proofed’; it would take a lot more than a strange, glowing earthquake to knock everything over. She headed up to her room, flipping on her computer to the news as she went around righting the few things out of place. She took a moment to go up to the balcony, noticing the new perspective it gave her on what was happening.
The glows from atop buildings revealed themselves to be symbols, even her own balcony had a risen symbol glowing in it’s center.
The pattern to the colors she saw finally clicked.
“A map,” she breathed out in awe, looking out over her city. Churches, shops, restaurants, schools; everything was marked with symbols and color indicators. The roads were all lined, the colors indicating the type of road, from major highways to minor backroads.
She went back down into her room, glancing at the news on her screen as she pulled out her phone. Félix may have had an accurate feeling about today, and his mentioning of Clark was something to consider.
Marinette paused as she opened her contacts, seeing for the first time a small black box painted with red sitting squarely on her desk.
Picking it up, certain that it hadn't been there earlier during lunch, she flipped it open, only to be greeted by a burst of red and white light.
#Borne of the Stars#maribat#marinette dupain cheng#miraculous ladybug#Karanette#nino lahiffe#alya cesaire#adrien agreste#kara danvers#crossover au#dc super hero girls
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Borne of the Stars - Chapter 8 - An MLB Kryptonian AU
Tag List: @eve-valution @weird-pale-blonde-person @kris-pines04 @soulmate-game @abrx2002 @amayakans @vixen-uchiha @heldtogetherbysafetypins @raisuke06 @dorkus-minimus @captainartsypants @mopester-is-here @moonlightstar64 @annabellabrookes @maribat-is-lifeblood @toodaloo-kangaroo @the-navistar-carol @elspethshadow @chocolatecatstheron @ivymala07
[ Summary: Marinette tries to get the group moving, and a certain elderly man interrupts their travels. ]
[ Posted on Ao3 ] [ Chapter 1 ] [ Chapter 7 ] [ Chapter 9 ]
“Wow Kara, you’re right, she really is cute,” Babs notes.
“Mhm,” Karen nodded her agreement, and Marinette laughed nervously.
Nino, ever her savior, steps forward and holds up his hands like some kind of shield. “Okay, break won't last all day, maybe we should head out and show you guys around like we planned, yeah? Mari, we can stop by the bakery for lunch, right? Would your parents approve?”
Gratefully accepting the proffered change of subject, Marinette nodded vigorously. “Yes-Yeah, of course! They’re always ready for friends to visit, we can go before heading back” she managed to stutter out. Grabbing Nino’s hand and squeezing it in thanks, she started dragging him off, glancing back only to smile and then confirm the American girls were following along. They were.
“This bakery wouldn't happen to be the one Kara says you live over, right?” Karen asks curiously.
“Oh! I sure hope it is!” Babs piped up, bouncing on her heels as she half skipped alongside them. “I loved those goodies she brought to school last year. They really were worth skipping out on some Sweet Justice.”
“Sweet Justice?” The Parisian duo parroted in slightly alarmed confusion.
“Best ice cream in Metropolis,” The other three girls sing-songed together, Karen in a soft appreciative voice, Barbra in an excited tone, and Kara with a strong hint of pride.
“And home-base to our team!” Babs whispered conspiratorial, a glimmer in her eye to accompany the grin.
“You have a team?” Nino blurted in a hush, his own eyes filled with a few stars. He usually had a tendency to worry about his newfound superhero friend and all her heroing, but he still got caught up in the excitement of their business every once and awhile.
The American girls all nodded, and it fully downed on the Parisians that they were in the presence of not just one hero, but three.
“Can I, uh, ask who all is on your team?” Nino inquires in a hushed tone. “You don't have to, but it's kinda cool to know you guys, and I wouldn't want to leave anyone out in the praises.”
After a cursory glance around for anyone nearby, they shrugged and nodded before Kara decided to fill in the blanks.
“The full team would be Supergirl, Batgirl,” a slight tilt of the head towards Barbra, indicating herself by waving a hand at the civilian pair excitedly, “Bumblebee,” Kara’s head tilted over to Karen who wiggled her fingers in her own mirror image of Bab’s wave, “Zatanna, and Green Lantern- well, a Green Lantern. They’re probably planning a visit already, Zee was totally bummed she couldn't come as an exchange student,” she adds the last part as a passing thought, not fully sure yet still confident about the possibility.
“Oh!” Babs pulls their attention to her as she raises a hand. “Don’t forget Wonder Woman! She’s not exactly a teenager, but she still works with us a lot despite being mostly independent now like Superman and Batman.” The other two heroes nodded in agreement.
“Mari, bro,” Nino looked at her, the stars in his eyes still present, “how are you not, like, freaking out right now?”
Marinette really had been silent for most of the conversation as the group walked, and she shrugged in thought. “After everything that happened last year and all those visits from Supergirl, I guess I just got used to it. This is super cool, I don't deny that! I’m just more subtle in my awe, I guess?”
“Oh, yeah! That works, yes,” Karen says in support. “I much prefer a more subtle awe; all the attention can be a bit intimidating, you know?”
“Exactly!” Marinette responded, and the two giggled at their shared experience.
Nino and Kara rolled their eyes in fond exasperation at the two, both of them being much more oriented towards the spotlights in their own ways.
The group stopped at the crosswalk of an intersection, waiting to be allowed to cross. A clattering pulled their attention to a collapsed figure in the center of the street.
Kara heard the two cars coming while Marinette saw them from the corner of her eye.
At the same time, both moved forward.
Kara dashed forward alongside the other girl, scooping up the small elderly man as Marinette grabbed the cane that had skidded away.
They both reached the opposite sidewalk together, just as the cars passed by them, one each going in the opposite direction of the other, right at the spot the old man had been only a moment ago.
“Woah, that was close,” Kara commented, setting down the short elder man on his feet as she looked off towards one of the vehicles.
“Let’s not do that again,” Marinette adds, passing the cane to the person Kara rescued before she addresses him. “Are you alright? Hurt at all? I hope you're more careful next time, that could have been bad.”
“Yes, and no, not at all, thank you two,” he answers with a sweet and thankful smile. “You young ladies are rather brave,” he adds as the rest of their group rush over as soon as the light turns.
“Are you three alright??” Nino fretted, checking them all over despite how perfectly fine they seemed to be before he joined them on their side of the street. Even Marinette, in a stroke of luck, hadn't tripped on the sidewalk’s curb.
“Kara, that was dangerous!” Karen added on in her own worry, but it had a slightly different note to it. In a softer tone, she adds: “Your cousin…You don’t think…”
“He would consider that a little too heroic?” Barbra finished helpfully.
Kara winced at the words and rubbed her arm nervously, looking away. “I had to; he’ll forgive me for it, it’s not like I really did something bad.”
Despite her words, Kara still sent an apologetic look to the smaller old man. It wasn’t a ‘sorry for saving you’ look, but rather, ‘sorry I can’t do it again’.
Marinette smiled reassuringly in response to her friend’s frets. “We’re fine, Nino, but thank you for worrying.”
She then turned back to the man to respond to his last words. “I’m not all that brave; Kara’s the real brave one of us. After all, I only grabbed your cane. But I’m glad to hear you’re unhurt.” She smiled again to the man, digging her box of treats out and offering it out to him. She missed the way Kara had frozen up beside her at her words.
The old man nodded and chuckled in response as he gratefully accepted an offered macaroon. “Perhaps, then, call it courage. Thank you again. Have a good day, all of you.”
They kept an eye on him as he hobbled away, waiting for him and his tropical flower-printed shirt to disappear before turning back to one another.
There was an awkward pause before Marinette broke the silence and grinned at everyone.
“So! Now that we’re no longer in any life-risking situations, who wants to keep heading towards the Eiffel Tower? We still have a lot of time before we go to the bakery for lunch.”
The tension escaped the teens and there were a few low laughs of relief and Nino now took the lead. Marinette fell back a bit to walk beside Kara, bumping her shoulder into the other to gain her attention and a questioning hum.
“You alright there?”
“Yeah, yeah, thanks for asking, Cupcake,” Kara gave her a sideways grin and Marinette laughed.
“Alright, if you say so. Are you worried about your Clark getting upset with you at all?”
“No, no,” she shook her head and chuckled, “He said no super-heroing, that was just normal, everyday heroing, I’ll be fine! I just…”
“Just?” Marinette looked up at the other quizzically.
Kara turned to look back at her again, her eyes and returned smile softening.
“I just haven't heard you call me Kara before. It’s…New.”
Turning away, Marinette blushed as she realized Kara was right, she really hadn't been calling her by name since learning it.
“I guess, I just needed to get used to it. I’ve known you so long by another name, I needed a little bit to adjust so I wouldn't call you the wrong one.
“But I think I got it now,” she adds with a triumphant grin, her fist now held up in offering for a fistbump. “It’s nice to officially meet you, Kara Danvers.”
“Please,” she responded with an eye-roll and a bump of her fist to the other’s, “It’s Kara Zor-El, my precious Geode. You’ll do well to remember it,” she teases with a wink, Marinette suppressing her responding giggles at the whole situation.
It wasn't long before the group reached their first destination, then headed toward another and another, finally ending at their final checkpoint: The Dupain-Cheng Bakery.
#Borne of the Stars#maribat#miraculous ladybug#marinette dupain cheng#Karanette#kara danvers#karen beecher#barbra gordon#nino lahiffe#clark kent#dc super hero girls#crossover au
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