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kumachii · 1 year

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๑՞⇢ 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐊𝐈 𝐓𝐒𝐔𝐘𝐔𝐑𝐈 ⠇🦜↴

general info -

meaning: flower fence (花垣) , chestnut flower (栗花落)

alias: tsu-chan (friends), hermit crab (takemichi), boss girl (mizo middle gang)

age: 16 (in 2005); 28 (in 2017) [everyone is a little aged up, like by a year or so]

birthday: 3rd may 1989

zodiac sign: taurus

appearance -

hairstyle: black, short and usually tied into pigtails with locks and bangs framing her face

eyes: deep blue (classic hanagaki trait)

build: she is a little taller than average with firm muscles from training at the dojo since she could walk basically

height: 171 cm (5ft 6in)

personality -

overall: she is rather calm and often resorts to diplomacy to solve squabbles but isn't beyond handing someone their ass if need be. tsuyuri is playful, hard-working and mostly reliable (i say that because with the people she hangs out, ain't no way she gets out of shit with ease)

positive traits: caring, unconditionally generous, open-minded, responsible, rational, isn’t afraid to stand up for justice

negative traits: impulsive, stubborn, emotional, non-committal, mildly possessive

fear(s): water - due to an incident where she almost drowned, tripping while chasing a puppy down the bridge overlooking a river. thankfully, a nice white-haired stranger pulled her out by the scruff of her hoodie in the nick of time, saving her. he also gave her a lollipop which she took eagerly, since nobody said anything about taking candy from heroes.

favourite... -

food: yakitori and tonkatsu ramen

color: coral pink

animal: harp(white) seal

style: casual-comfortable. she always needs to be in something she can move around freely. most of the time, she wears her school uniform, a light brown coat/jacket over it and paired with leggings.

hobbies: playing the guitar, creating handmade gifts

relationships -

parents: unnamed mother, hanagaki tsuneo

grandparents: hanagaki tadashi & chiyo (paternal)

sibling: hanagaki masaru (twin brother)

relative(s): hanagaki takemichi (younger cousin); unnamed uncle and aunt

best friend: emma sano

likes -

causing chaos. she may look like an innocent and otherwise pacifying company but she thrives in ruckus and feeds off the hyped energy all around. in retrospect, she can and will cause a fight and make it seem like she was never there to begin with.

karate. tsuyuri and masaru were put in the sano dojo by their father. it was to get them into self-defense and not leave them unsupervised while he was busy at work. since he was a student there himself, he didn't worry about them getting in too much trouble. while masaru was always getting into fights and getting beaten up, tsuyuri loved it there. she would spend hours on end practicing the katas and perfecting her kicks. sure, she wasn't a prodigy but her dedication made her one of mansaku's best students.

cooking. from a young age, she had to learn to cook for herself and her family since her father was a disaster in the kitchen (that man could burn water) and her grandparents lived too far away to send daily meals. she doesn't mind and loved experimenting a lot. by the time she is a teen, she can make restaurant-style dishes with the correct recipe.

backstory -

In the timeline before Takemichi time-leaped, Tsuyuri had grown up just about the same way, meeting Baji and Manjiro at the Sano Dojo and remaining friends through Emma and their shared trainings. Her father being in the force as a detective left her alone for long lengths of time. When she wasn't in cram school or busy with karate, she'd do arts and crafts. It was shopping for one of those projects that led her to meeting Mitsuya in a cloth store. Later she would be present while Toman was formed, an honorary person just as much as her best friend, the president's sister.

Takemichi and her were never close and she found him standoffish so him running away—although it made her sad—did not affect her as much as Baji's death. She would try to carry on with her life, being a rock for both Sano siblings through Shin's death, a lot of their friends' demise and the gang falling apart and being corrupted.

Emma's death was the last straw for her to cut off all relation with her remaining friends, that being Mikey and Mitsuya. She went socially awol for a while, focusing solely on her studies, got through medical school with a surgeon's degree and became a well known doctor in Shibuya.

In the future, she would lose her job—the hospital firing her to save themselves—for standing up and speaking publicly against the disturbing occurrences resulting from gang skirmishes. But she wouldn't give up that easily, up until the day the police would find her with a bullet through her head, the scene meticulously staged as a suicide.

#tokyo revengers #tokyo revengers oc #manjiro sano #emma sano #takemichi sister oc #ken ryuuguji #takashi mitsuya #keisuke baji #hanemiya kazutora #takehina #drakemma #platonic tokyo revengers #no ships decided yet #tokyo revengers x reader #tokyo rev x reader

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charlottemadison42 · 3 years

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Crowley be nice dammit

is the working title of my current rated-E AU WIP. The real title is Or Be Nice. We’re 5 chapters in, I’ve written through 10, I guesstimate it’ll come out at....16-18?

Here’s the thing -- I wanted to write Enemies to Lovers, but let them really, actually be enemies first, not just put them in a position where they should be enemies.

So Crowley is gonna be an asshole. You’ll be mad at him. Aziraphale is going full bastard. You’ll cheer. They are neighbours with thin walls. They will fight. Their conflict will be real. It will not be clear how they can possibly make up.

And oh my god you guys I’m having so much fun.

I promise you the happiest of endings and the sharpest of banter and very loud laughs. If you liked Shotgun Wedding you are probably gonna like this -- it’s a lot shorter and breezier, but it still has big feelings and complicated characters.

It is essentially the long form version of this gif, so, that will let you know if it’s for you:

Excerpts from Or Be Nice ch. 3:

Vivaldi. What. Fucking Vivaldi? Fuck. No. Fuck no!

Crowley snarled like an animal as he flailed out of the covers, reaching for his phone. It was 6 fucking 30 in the fucking morning. FUCK

Which was WAY too early for 'Spring' and that blasted chirpy fucking violin solo through the wall at OVER A HUNDRED FUCKING DECIBELS --

So yes, point taken, fine, Crowley had practised when he got home at 1am, but FUCK. It wasn’t his fucking fault he’d come home with a powerful need to smash something safely smashable. That was what the drums were fucking FOR. And now he was thinking in ALL CAPS before seven in the sodding MORNING because he was being subjected to the musical equivalent of a Red Bull chased with espresso.

He yowled with displeasure and pounded the bedroom wall -- not that it could be heard over the goddamn harpsichord trills -- and got up to find his isolation headphones. The Nice Neighbour would pay for this.

+++

Crowley took their revenge with a crash and a bang at 04:30 that night, just to change things up. And they had apparently added a cowbell to their battery.

Aziraphale had to get up for work a scant two hours later, so it was with no small amount of moaning and groaning that he dropped the needle on Der Ring des Nibelungen, The Ring Cycle, at top volume.

Brunhilde wailed. The game continued.

Wagner could last him for days -- at least it was better than playing Pachelbel’s canon over and over, which had surely been just as nauseating for him as for Crowley.

After work, Aziraphale stopped by a record store in search of new candidates that wouldn't set his teeth on edge. Or that were funny enough to be worth it if they did.

When he got home that night, he found an envelope on the floor, presumably pushed under the door by the Rude Neighbour. He sat down to examine it with a sinking feeling, reminding himself that if he didn't hope for a peace offering, he wouldn't be disappointed when he opened it.

He was not. He was infuriated.

The finest of pink glitter settled all over him and his reading chair in a shimmering cloud.

Never mind Wagner. Clearly it was time to break out The Nutcracker Suite.

Read more and subscribe on AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/28427940/

#good omens #good omens au #self rec #ao3 #ineffable husbands #crowley #aziraphale #enemies to lovers #cw: abuse of classical music #and home-baked goods #these boys are 12 i swear #and pulling pigtails like nobody's business #crowley be nice goddammit you nincompoop

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brandyllyn · 3 years

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Family Friendly

Frankie Morales x f!reader [wife] [no use of y/n]

Written for @wildemaven and @jedi-mando for my follower celebration. 🎉 Yes the one a month ago. 🤦🏽‍♀️

Frankie and You are throwing a summer bbq for friends. There’s a ton of sexual tension between the two of you the entire time, but can’t seem find a brief moment alone together without interruptions.

As per usual I went my own direction with it.

Words: 1.2k

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Rated: Explicit. Warnings: language. PiV.

Frankie gripped the handle of the tongs tightly, watching you across the back patio.

It was a fairly large get together. Your family and friends, some of his co-workers, the guys - all piled into his backyard. He was working the grill, hot dogs because they cooked fast and he didn’t need to worry about accidentally giving someone food poisoning. He’d been stationed at the grill for the last hour, cycling hot dogs like it was the family business, trying to keep ahead of the ravaging hoards.

The grill hid his hard-on at least.

It was your fucking fault. He’d been having a perfectly nice, perfectly family-friendly day drinking beer and hanging out. His kid was a terror but there were enough family member present that he could foist the little demon off on them for the day. He loved little Tony, really he did, but he was putting the terrible into terrible twos like nobody’s business.

He’d lit the grill, chatting with Benny about the advantages of coal over gas. You’d appeared with a tray of hot dogs and sent Benny to get him a beer.

Then you’d started playing dirty.

Leaning forward like you were looking for something, you’d grabbed Frankie’s hand and slipped it up the back of your skirt. He’d hummed in pleasure, always happy to cop a feel, then he’d nearly choked when he’d encountered nothing but bare skin. Not even a thong.

"Baby?"

You’d stood quickly, flashing him a smile, and then walked off just as Benny returned. He’d been asked a question but fuck if he knew what it was. All of his blood had rushed immediately southward.

You were…

You weren’t…

This was a family picnic. There was a breeze blowing. Every time the wind picked up his gaze would shoot to you, watch you laugh as you pressed the edge of your skirt down. You’d eye him too, give him a small secretive smile.

Jesus his cock was about to tip the grill over.

"Lucia!" He called, watching as one of your cousin’s kids ran over. "Go get your tia."

The little girl ran off, pigtails bouncing, and tugged on the edge of your skirt. The skirt you weren’t wearing anything under. You followed her back, giving Frankie an innocent look.

"Can I help you?"

"Don’t you fucking-" he cut himself off, catching the interested face of Lucia in his peripheral. He coughed. "Don’t you have something you need to go do?"

Your brow furrowed. "I don’t think so."

"You’re not cold?"

You ran a finger under the strap of your dress and made a show of pulling it away from your body, stepping closer to him as you did so. "Actually I’m feeling kind of hot."

Frankie missed whatever you said because his eyes fell into your top and the perk of your nipples because you were absolutely not wearing a fucking bra.

He had to put out a hand to steady himself, just missing putting it on the grill itself.

"Nothing?" He asked plaintively.

You gave him a smirk. "Nothing at all."

He groaned as you flounced away, guiding Lucia over to where the kids were playing with water balloons. He was going to kill you. Well first, he was going to fuck you so hard you couldn’t walk. Then he was going to kill you.

"You alright?"

Santi’s voice cut through his homicidal plotting and Frankie gave him a tight smile. "I’m fine."

"You sure?"

"I’m fine."

"That’s a fair bit of fine you’re packing downstairs."

Frankie glanced down and cursed, angling his body away from Pope and towards the grill again. "Motherfucker."

"Hey, there are kids here," Santi scolded with a smirk.

"Tell my wife that."

"How about this," Santi gently took the tongs from him. "You take a minute to get ahold of yourself and go tell her yourself."

Frankie thought that was a fine idea.

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By the time he felt he could stride out from behind the grill and not make a scene of himself, you had disappeared. He asked three people where you had gone and got three different answers. Cursing to himself he stalked through the kitchen, barely managing polite nods to the people inside. You weren’t upstairs in the bedroom either, he wasn’t that lucky.

Finally he caught you coming in from the garage, arms full of chip bags. You blinked when you saw him and he didn’t even break his stride before he pushed you back into the dark space and batted the chips out of your hands. He didn’t say anything, just turned you around to face the door and ran his hands up the backs of your thighs.

"Frankie," you moaned and he swatted you, brain fuzzing at the loud sound of it in the room.

"Put you hands on the door baby," he muttered, slipping the straps of the dress down your arms and reaching around to cup your breasts. He licked at your throat, nipping the lobe of your ear. "You better hold it closed or someone is going to find us."

You did as he said and he nudged your feet apart, quickly unzipping his jeans. He only had to flip your skirt up to see you, and it was barely any work at all to slip between your thighs and slide inside his favorite place in the entire world.

"Fuck," he bit off. "Feel what you do to me baby? Is this what you wanted?"

"Yes." You cried out and Frankie grunted, reaching a hand up and covering your mouth, rolling your nipple between the fingers of his other.

"Be quiet or we’re going to get interrupted. You don’t want that do you?"

You shook your head, arching your back slightly and Frankie slid further inside you. "Fuck that’s it," he groaned, enjoying the sounds of his hips meeting your ass. "That’s it baby. Fuck I’m gonna come."

You whined beneath his palm and he pressed his hand tighter, pulling your head back and biting your shoulder.

"Squeeze down on me, can you do that for me, just squeeze down and-" he broke off, feeling your muscles clench, his balls pull up, the tingle that travelled the length of his spine and he fucked you through it. Felt the combination of your fluids slipping down your thighs. Pressing himself inside you even as he began to soften.

Frankie pressed a kiss to your shoulder, over the rapidly darkening bruise he’d left there. He groaned softly as he pulled out of you, tucking himself away and then picking up the chip bags from the ground. You had your back to the door, chest heaving, breasts still out of that scrap of a dress.

"Frankie," you whined, reaching a hand out for him.

Shaking his head, he placed the chips in your outstretched palms. "Only good girls get to come."

He whistled as he walked down the hallway, stepping out onto the patio with a wide smile. Even finding out Santi had burnt the hot dogs couldn’t ruin his mood. He was definitely going to pay for that little tryst later. He knew it as sure as he knew the feel of a chopper beneath his hands.

In fact, he was looking forward to it.

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soulmate-game · 3 years

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Well, here is the stupid thing I was alluding to. It’s mostly a filler chapter, but yeah.

Harley’s Plea for Help, Chapter 3

“Well, that took a while,” a relatively deep female voice smoothly drawled. The plants placed right next to the window pulled away, no longer blocking the pathway inside. The two figures who were perched right outside the windowsill took the invitation and climbed inside, the shorter of the two looking at the woman who had spoken and smiling widely.

“Auntie Ivy!” Marinette happily exclaimed, making the redhead across from her grin back.

“That’s me. It sure is nice to actually see you in person, little Marigold,” she held out her arms for a hug, which Marinette instantly ran in to accept. “Video calls are never quite enough, are they? You’re so tiny! Are you sure you eat alright?”

“Auntie Ivyyyyyy,” Marinette whined, knowing full well that Ivy was just teasing her.

“So, what took you all so long?” Ivy asked Red Hood, even as she kept her arms wrapped around her soon-to-be daughter in law. “Usually you bats are all about getting back on the streets to punch people, we didn’t think you’d be bringing her in at almost one in the morning.”

Hood shrugged, thumbs hooked in his pockets. “Your little garden fairy nearly gave us the slip. Went straight out the back exit instead of doin’ anything showy like we half expected and we almost missed her.”

“I stopped as soon as I noticed who they were, I swear!” Marinette pulled away from Ivy, holding her hands up in mock surrender. “I didn’t expect Momma to send them to babysit me before our first full day being in Gotham. In hindsight, though, I really should have.”

“Yeah, you should’ve,” Ivy agreed with a smirk, ruffling Marinette’s hair and making her pigtails go a little crooked. “And I know for a fact that you’ve done some stunts off your balcony back in Paris, so at least I know you can be responsible and hold yourself back from doing the same here. Must get that from me, because we both know it doesn’t come from Harley.”

Marinette and Hood both had to laugh at that. Being responsible was definitely not a trait that Marinette could have inherited from anybody in her family tree, that was for sure.

“Are ya makin’ fun of me in front of my daughter?” the comically scandalized voice announced the arrival of one Harley Quinn, who walked into the room in white onesie pajamas with a poker print on them. All of the “joker” cards were crossed out heavily with red sharpie, and a few of them had black-sharpie devil horns and handlebar mustaches vandalizing them. Marinette even caught one such card with a googly eye on it, the matching eye having fallen off and leaving only a small circle of since-dried hot glue where it used to be. “If you guys are gonna be that way, fine! Ivy dyes her hair!”

“No she doesn’t,” Marinette deadpanned, clearly fighting against a giant grin. The corners of her lips gave her away, they never stopped twitching with repressed mirth. “But you do. I got the pictures to prove—- aah!” Harley tackled her daughter to the ground, attacking her with tickles immediately.

“Take it back! My hair is naturally blond!”

“Yeah, naturally— hahahahaha! Sandy blonde! You— hahaha! Have just as much brown— stop I can’t breathe! hahahaha!— as yellow!”

“Hmph,” Harley finally backed off, crossing her eyes and looking away from Marinette with an exaggerated pout. “How dare you reveal my darkest secret?”

“I was a natural redhead even before I got my powers,” was all Ivy had to say, looking all too amused at this turn of events. “Your original costume completely covered your hair.”

“Don’t worry, Harley,” Red Hood butted in, reminding the three girls that he was still here. His tone suggested that he was definitely smiling under his helmet. “We found out about your hair dye years ago.”

“I just cover up the brown parts! It’s not like I’m changin’ much,” she argued before standing up again. “Thanks for gettin’ my cupcake back safely, little birdie. Oh, that's right! I made cupcakes! Hang on, lemme grab one for your trip back!” with that, she span on her heels and ran back further into the apartment. Marinette dashed over to Hood, immediately shoving him to the window.

“Quick, save yourself! Momma can’t bake for her life!” she whispered urgently. “I’ll say you were called away for an emergency, just hurry!”

“It’s not even a lie, getting away from Harley’s baking is an emergency,” Ivy agreed, waving as the vigilante took their advice and fled. It was only three seconds later that Harley slid back into the room, nearly falling due to the feet of her onesie having pretty much zero friction. Her face immediately fell when she saw that her victim was gone, leaving her standing there with a cupcake that was about twice as much frosting as actual cake, covered in sprinkles like a kid’s craft project that was smothered in glitter. The frosting was also shapeless, just heaped on the cake like a half-melted scoop of ice cream. She sighed in despair.

“There goes my chance of giving a bat diabetes. You guys warned him, didn’t ya?”

They both nodded shamelessly. “We’re not that cruel, Harley,” Ivy defended, getting up from her spot on her cushioned armchair and wrapping an arm around her fiance’s waist before she kissed the top of her head gently. “Hood got our little Marigold back safe and sound, and he’s even started a garden at his apartment. He doesn’t deserve to be poisoned by you.”

“I thought you said he got a single cactus at the flea market last month,” Harley deadpanned, making Ivy shrug.

“Might as well be a garden for him, and it’s something he’s not likely to kill so that’s a plus to me. He’s actually taking really good care of the little baby.”

“Speaking of garden!” Marinette gently took the sad excuse of a pastry away from her mom and sat it down on a side table before ushering both of them over to the living room and onto the sofa. “My garden back home is growing so big, I don’t think I can keep everything much longer. I barely have room to walk on the terrace, with all the vines and leaves and branches. Got any ideas of what I can do?”

“Of course! Do you have pictures, Marigold?”

—*—*—*—*—*

Slipping back through her hotel window at six in the morning was risky, since it involved climbing the wall and hoping nobody saw, but her classmates were so unpredictable that it was the only way she could be sure nobody would find out that she had violated curfew and snuck out. Of course, having Red Robin waiting outside her mom’s apartment’s terrace to escort her back helped. At least she knew that no street cams would record her comings or goings, and his grappling hook made the whole scale-the-hotel-wall business much more efficient.

Once she was inside, she sighed happily. “Thanks, now—“ her apology was cut off as Red Robin held up a finger to tell her to wait.

“Hold that thought, be right back. Don’t move.”

Thinking, rightfully, that something was wrong, Marinette obeyed. She watched Red Robin leap off of her hotel balcony and disappear into the streets. Immediately, she began a search to make sure her room had been left untampered— everything important had been packed in the backpack that she had taken to her mom’s place, but still. Could never be too careful. By the time she finished checking for bugs or any signs of snooping, Red Robin landed back on her balcony.

“Here we go.”

Turning to face him, Marinette opened her mouth to ask what the problem had been— only to tear up a little and walk over to the vigilante.

“Oh, my hero. Truly, my one and only savior. Knight in shining red Kevlar. I’m running on two hours of sleep and you have read my mind!” The pigtailed drama queen eagerly took the coffee that he offered her, and he sipped from a larger cup that looked like he had grabbed it from the same place. Marinette almost instantly sighed in gratitude when the hot drink lightly scalded her tongue. This. This was the elixir of life.

To his credit, Red Robin was able to restrain himself to merely an amused smirk. Probably because he was running on just as little sleep as she was. “Sorry it’s only a small, I figured it was best to have something you could finish quickly and easily hide the evidence for. If you need more caffeine, I happen to know that Wayne Enterprises has a very good coffee shop in their main hall. You’ll be touring there today, right?” He asked, taking another sip as he waited for the answer that he already knew.

Marinette nodded absently, drinking in the euphoria of her coffee as she tried to both savor it yet finish it as quickly as safely possible. When she came up for air, she said; “Yeah, that’s right. We’re touring Wayne Enterprises for most of the day, having lunch there, and leaving for dinner after the tour. Then we have a visit to the Gotham Museum of Fine Art, and we’ll stay there until about eight-thirty before heading back to the hotel.”

Red Robin nodded, then turned and looked out the window at the slowly rising sun. Sunrise was always a bit later in Gotham, partly because of the abundance of high-rises and partly because of the thick cloud cover and ever-present fog on the edges of the city making everything seem darker than it should have been. He had to be at work soon himself, which is why he had been chosen to escort her to the hotel in the first place, but that meant that he had to be heading off.

“Alright. We arranged for a bodyguard we trust to keep an eye on your class during the WE tour, but he doesn't know who you are or that we’re the ones who asked. We’re still in the process of arranging someone to shadow you after the tour, but we’ll tell you about that once it’s solidified. Until then, follow the usual self-defense procedures if you suspect anyone of following you. You have the panic button we gave you?”

Marinette nodded, gulping down the last of her coffee and carefully putting it in her room’s tiny trash can. “Got it. Thanks, again. Seriously,” she met his eyes— or, probably did since they were hidden behind that weird white film that the whole Batfam had covering the eyeholes of their masks. “I mean it. For listening to me, for listening to Mom. It means a lot. I’ll keep the panic button on me, and I’ll use it if I think I can’t handle a situation on my own. I’ll cooperate with the people you get to watch over the class, and I’ll do my best to not get into any trouble. No promises, but I’ll do my best,” she maintained eye contact until Red Robin nodded, hiding his expression behind his coffee cup. After a second, he cleared his throat.

“Well then. We’ll contact you once we have anything to say about your intel. Until then, I gotta go. And by the way?”

Marinette tilted her head curiously as Red Robin paused for just a moment on her balcony railing, aiming a smirk back at her. “Yeah?”

“Welcome to Gotham.”

And if she couldn’t help but smile widely as he grappled off into the fog-veiled sunrise? Well, only she had to know. She wasted no time closing and locking the glass balcony door, and pulling the curtains over it completely. Once that was done, she couldn’t help but do a little shimmy of Joy. She was caffeinated, she met Auntie Ivy in person for the first time, she got to sleep next to her momma— and she was in Gotham! Technically her hometown— or town she was conceived in? Didn’t matter. Point was, even with the chaos and dark energy clouding the very air, she couldn’t help but feel like she belonged in that city. Like that was where she was always meant to end up, where she could thrive and the environment that she was made to thrive in. The environment that she was born to start fixing.

She beamed at herself in her bathroom mirror as she gave herself one more once-over. Yeah, so far her visit to Gotham was going much better than she could have hoped. Now, she just had to make sure it stayed that way.

Three businesslike raps sounded against the door to her room, just in time for Marinette to feed Tikki one more cookie and straighten her purse on her shoulder. Madame Mendelieve’s voice called out from the other side of the door in her usual no-nonsense bark;

“Dupain-Cheng! Room check! It’s time to get up, we’re meeting down in the lobby in ten minutes.”

Marinette ran up to the door, not quite able to contain her energy, and swung it open with her trademark large, beaming smile.

“Way ahead of you, Madame Mendelieve!”

Her science teacher blinked, adjusting her glasses on her nose as if she couldn’t quite believe what she was seeing.

“Ah. You’re already awake and ready?”

Marinette giggled and nodded. “Yup! I was so excited for the tour that I could barely sleep! Does the hotel breakfast include free coffee?”

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The hotel breakfast did, in fact, include coffee. What it did not include, however, was free coffee that Marinette could reasonably stomach. Especially after the heaven in a cup that Red Robin had gotten for her earlier, the watered down motor oil in the hotel lobby had been unbearable. She had barely managed two sips before regretfully throwing the rest away. Which is what brought her to stand in line at the very same coffee shop that Red Robin had mentioned was in the main hall of Wayne Enterprises, as the rest of her class mingled and waited for their teachers to check their tour group in and their tour guide to arrive.

“Hmm. Sorry, this is my first time ordering here,” she apologized when she reached the counter, gaining a slight lopsided grin from the barista at the register. “Um, I usually like strong coffee, with a lot of caffeine, but I also like something sweet. I don’t need anything too complicated though, do you have any recommendations?”

The barista gave her a customer service smile that seemed just a tad softer at the edges than usual. “Sure! So, we can add an extra shot or two of espresso to any of our drinks, to make it stronger and give it an extra kick. If you’re looking for good sweet flavors, the classics are our white chocolate or caramel. But we also have a seasonal syrup right now that I personally love, which is our cinnamon butterscotch. Did you wanna try that?”

Marinette smiled widely. “That sounds delicious! Then, if I could have your largest size café latte, hot, with… two extra shots and that syrup? Does that sound good?”

The barista actually let loose a soft laugh, already keying in the order. “If you’re a coffee lover and a sweet tooth at the same time, then you’ll love it. If not, come back during your tour’s lunch break and I’ll make you something else.”

Marinette made a little more small talk as she handed over the proper cash for the order, and grabbed her drink after just another minute’s wait. She turned around, taking a sip of the unsurprisingly heavenly coffee and started off to join her class.

Only to realize none of them were where she had left them. She sighed, starting to reach into her purse to see if anyone had texted her about where they were going, but a heavy presence stopped her. She could feel him approaching from in front of her, slightly to her right, but she couldn’t hear him at all. On guard, she straightened up and turned to observe the potential threat.

A security guard. Marinette blinked, running over what she had been told earlier that morning. Was he..?

He seemed to notice her instinctually defensive posture because he raised his hands to show he meant no harm. “Sorry, didn’t mean to catch you off guard,” he apologized. “I’m the guard that was assigned to your tour group. I offered to stay behind until you got your coffee while the rest of your group went ahead and got the run-down on all the boring rules and whatnot of the tour. Figured you’d already know everything they had to say anyway, you’re the class president right?”

Marinette relaxed her posture, nodding and sending the man a relieved smile. “Yeah, that’s right. Well, that explains why they left without me then. Usually Madame Mendelieve is strict about following rules though, how’d you convince her to go on without me?”

The man chuckled, jerking his head to show that she should follow him as he began to lead the way to a side door. Marinette kept her guard up just in case, but wasn’t too worried. If nothing else, she was still in the middle of a super crowded building and the other security guards around didn’t seem concerned. She could easily yell for help if she needed to.

“Well, can’t you tell it was my devilish charm?” He teased, grinning. He waited until she rolled her eyes to continue; “but really, I’m like a second tour guide. She made me show a lotta proof that I’m actually assigned to you guys and not just faking it, not that I can blame her. Eventually she saw the logic in my suggestion and agreed. See, there they are,” he pointed casually ahead of them in the large side hallway they had entered. Sure enough, near the end of the hallway was her class at what looked to be the tail-end of a standard rules-and-guidelines speech from the tour guide. “By the way,” the guard spoke up again, holding his hand out. “My name’s Jason. You’ll be seeing me more often, since I’m supposed to guard you guys for all of your visits to the Tower. Call me if you need help with anything, ‘kay kid?”

Marinette grinned, now positive that this guy really was the guard that Red Robin had said was assigned to her class. She switched the hand she was holding her coffee in so that she could properly grab Jason’s hand for a shake.

“Got it, Monsieur Jason. Let’s both hope I don’t end up needing your help though, I think that would be easier on both of us,” she joked, earning a chuckle from the large man. And— yeah, now that she was relaxed, he really was big, wasn’t he? Then again, Marinette didn’t always realize when people were a bit larger or more buff than they should be. Living with her dad had seriously skewed her perception of the normal size of an adult male (which, she learned when she was seven, most definitely was not almost seven feet tall and muscled enough to make a pro wrestler jealous). But she would like to think she had gotten better in that aspect, and Jason was definitely a big guy. A little over six feet tall, she thought, and though the guard outfit hid a good portion of his physique, she could tell he carried enough muscle to do serious damage if he wanted to.

With a wave, she left him to join her class and sipped at her latte. She had figured that the Bat Clan’s criteria for civilians that they would put to guard her class had to be high, but now she had to wonder just how high. Most police officers or security guards were fit, sure, but not like Jason. Casting a quick glance back at him, she confirmed that he had quite a few faded but visible scars. Again, more than your average officer even for Gotham. Who had they tasked with her class’ safety, exactly?

An elbow in her side distracted her from her thoughts, forcing her to blink and stop her cup from going back to her lips. The grin of none other than Adrien Agreste greeted her when she snapped out of her own head long enough to pay attention to her surroundings. He jerked his head to indicate that the class was already starting to move off.

“Come on, Mari or you’ll get left behind again,” he teased. She grinned back at him, rolling her eyes but falling into step beside him as they followed at the back of their class. “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were gonna marry that coffee. You haven’t zoned out that badly in years,” his tone was light and cheery, but Marinette didn’t miss the concern in his emerald eyes. She sighed, gently bumping her shoulders against his in silent reassurance.

“I’m fine. Just didn’t get much sleep last night, that’s all. But this really is good coffee. Elixir of the gods,” then, just to provoke him, she took a giant gulp of the still steaming hot drink. Adrien grimaced in pained sympathy even though Marinette didn’t seem affected at all.

“Oww, Marineeeeeeeeeette,” he whined. “Don’t do that, my throat hurts just watching you guzzle hot coffee like that,” he complained, rubbing at his neck to make his point clear.

“Wimp,” she teased, unrepentant. Adrien just groaned dramatically.

“I’m not a wimp, you’re just concerningly used to burning your throat from the inside out,” he accused. “Anyway, how’d it go?” He was being deliberately vague, but it was obvious to her what he meant. He was only one she had told about visiting her mom, after all, just in case she needed a quick getaway.

In fact, he was the only one of her friends that she had even told about her biological parents. Alix knew too, but only because of time shenanigans. Marinette was fine with it now, but still.

“It went great,” she smiled widely at him, keeping her voice low but casual. “If I have a chance, I’ll introduce you sometime during the trip. I have a feeling you’ll love Auntie Selina, but I have to meet her first. All I have so far are stories.”

“Fair enough,” Adrien agreed easily. “But you don’t have to, you know that right? I’d love to meet your family, but I’m also fine just being your pseudo-brother like I have been up until now. I know it might be a bit… uncomfortable, for you.”

“Nah,” Marinette shrugged. “Nerve wracking, maybe. But that’s also about half the things that I do in my life period, anxiety is no joke. I’ll catastrophize for a while, but I know you’ll love them and they’ll love you.”

“Sounds like they have paw-some taste,” he didn’t even miss a beat with his puns, earning a playful glare for his efforts.

“Never mind. You’re a heathen. Disowned. Who are you?”

“Mariiiiii,” he whined, causing them both to laugh for a while before focusing on the tour.

So far, so good, Marinette thought.

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Part 1 Part 2

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intercoursefluids · 3 years

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You Lied to Me?

The Wayne Enterprises building was the most beautiful building Marinette had ever seen. The tour guide was a very sweet man and he loved telling jokes to try to get the class to laugh.

Unfortunately, Lila was on a roll today, lying about knowing the Waynes and growing up with the youngest son, and finding out that they were true mates.

Even if she was claiming that her true mate was Prince Ali a week before the trip was announced, god forbid Marinette points that out and makes Lila shed her crocodile tears.

Even Adrien, her own mate, took Lilas's side and yelled at her for pointing out her lies when she should just stay quiet.

It ended up leading into a huge argument between them that Marinette had to apologize for to get him to talk to her after 3 long weeks of him ignoring her existence.

“Bruce Wayne funds multiple charities around the world in honor of his late parents, he has several adoptive children and a single blood son. Bruce typically keeps his children out of the spotlight and most Gothamites are very good about keeping pictures with them off of the internet.”

As the tour guide talks, Marinette reaches out her hand for Adrien's just for him to brush her off and step away from her.

Wrapping her arms around herself she leaves his side to stand next to the tour guide. At least he tells jokes and tries to make this interesting.

Damian's POV:

“Master Damian, you should start heading to the office if you want to catch Master Dick before his lunch break is over.”

Running his hands over his face he thanks Alfred before grabbing his jacket and starting his car up.

He needed Dick to sign off on his trip to Paris, France since he was his temporary guardian until Father got back from his honeymoon with Selina.

Pulling up to the building he stops. Not because of the bright yellow bus sitting in the parking lot, no, it's because of the intoxicating scent of baked goods, plants, and rain wafting through the air.

Following the smell leads him to the tour group Grayson is leading into the cafeteria.

Walking to Grayson's side he passes him the permission slip, trying to understand why he wants to be near the Blue haired angel getting a lunch tray.

“Grayson, how can you tell if you’ve found your true mate?”

Grayson startles looking up from signing the papers.

“Well, their scent is one way, they will smell like absolute heaven to you and you can’t help but follow it. Another way is that when you see them you want to touch them so you can get your scent on them as well, and when you do touch them, it's electrifying. Literally and figuratively. Do you think you found them?”

Damian nods, his eyes following his mate as she looks for a table to sit at.

“She’s right there. The one with the blue hair.”

Grayson smiles, clapping Damian on the shoulder.

“She’s pretty.”

Damian snorts responding without even thinking.

“She’s beautiful, Grayson. ‘Pretty’ doesn’t even scratch the surface.”

Grayson coos at Damian, being thoroughly ignored.

Damian starts walking towards her, intent on introducing himself when he catches another scent just beneath hers.

Another male’s scent.

He freezes in place making Grayson stop his cooing to instead question him.

“What's wrong? Is it not her?”

Damian watches as she walks to a seat at an empty table away from the rest of her group.

“She-”

Damian cuts off as he watches someone stick out their foot and trip her. Her lunch spills everywhere as she falls to the floor.

Not thinking twice he rushes over to her, holding out his hand and helping her up.

Just like Grayson said little shocks travel up and down his arm and he finds himself never wanting to let go.

She has the most beautiful blue eyes he's ever seen and the most angelic voice he's eve- Oh wait she's talking.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going and tripped, I’m so sorry!”

Damian just shakes his head, motioning for one of the janitors to come over and clean up the mess.

When he arrives she automatically drops down beside him to help pick up the mess muttering apologize the entire time.

Damian shifts his hand to her shoulder, subconsciously marking her with his scent and trying to overpower the other males.

“It’s fine honey, this stuff happens all the time. Why don’t you go hop back in line and get another tray? We wouldn’t want you to go hungry now.”

With the janitor's gentle prodding she finally stands up and gets another tray.

On her way back, Damian makes sure to keep an eye out for anyone else who wants to trip her.

The rest of lunch goes smoothly as she takes a seat at the table she was heading to and Damian watches her from his spot next to his brother.

Everything goes fine until they are about to finish the tour. A guy with blonde hair roughly grabs the girl with blue hair pulling her off to the side.

“Ow! Adrien, what’s wrong?”

Damian watches from Grayson's side, wanting to go help but certain she can handle herself.

“You know exactly what you did, Marinette. Don’t play stupid.”

A low growl leaves his chest as his mate is insulted.

“Adrien, you’re not making any sense. What did I do?”

He grabs both her wrists, shaking her violently.

“You belong to me! You are mine Marinette! Trying to get me jealous by flirting with that other guy? Really?! How low can you sink?! It's pathetic!”

She pushes away from him, rubbing at her wrists with the start of a bruise forming.

Damian starts to make his way over, a low, vicious rumbling in the back of his throat.

Grayson, seeing how mad Damian follows him.

“What the hell are you talking about?! I wasn’t flirting with anyone! I fell because Lila stuck her foot out and tripped me! It wasn’t my fault!”

Their argument starts to attract the attention of the other workers, a few running to find security.

Damian starts running as he watches the guy's hand clench before raising it.

He strikes her. Hard.

‘Marinette’ being caught off guard, loses her balance and falls to the ground, turning to look at him before he roughly grabs her by one of her pigtails and pulls her up to his face, and screams at her.

“Don’t talk back to me! I own you and you will do as I say! Do you understand?!”

She pushes him away.

“Whoever decided that you were my true mate was wrong. Dead wrong!”

He snarls, pulling his fist back to strike her.

Damian gets there first.

The next thing everyone knows is Damian Wayne is standing protectively in front of the girl and the guy is several feet away clutching his cheek and groaning.

Grayson kneels next to Marinette, helping her to her feet and taking Damian’s coat from his outstretched hand to wrap around her shoulders.

“Are you okay?”

She nods as he pulls her closer to him away from the fight that is likely to break out before a loud screeching voice cuts through the air.

“True mates? With him? Please Marinette, I knew you were ignorant but I didn’t think you were stupid. I am Adriens true mate. Not you.”

Damian stands up making his way to Marinette, taking her in his arms as she starts to shake.

“What are you talking about Lila? Adrien was there on my birthday, he said we were mates!”

‘Lila’ cackles as other people gasp, some with their phones out recording the entire thing.

“Oh please, did you just take his word for it? Why didn’t you just check his scent? That’s always been the easiest way to tell. Go ahead, I won’t even mess with you.”

She stays frozen looking straight at the boy claiming to be her mate.

“I can’t. I lost my sense of smell when I was a kid. I couldn’t check even if I wanted to.”

Lila looks surprised now, before looking on sadly.

“You really had no idea he was lying, did you?”

She starts shaking, taking a hesitant step towards Adrien.

“Adrien? W-what's she talking about? It’s not true. Is it?”

Her voice ends in a broken whisper, eyes tearing up as he slowly stands up and walks to her.

“You are mine, Marinette. You were mine the moment you put on those earrings. I mean seriously if I don’t take you who will?”

She flinches as he steps closer, his voice getting louder with hysteria.

“Nobody likes you, Mari! I am all you have left now! You want to leave me? HA! I’d like to see you try it.”

At the end of his ‘speech’ he roughly grabs her arm pulling a whimper from her and a very, VERY dangerous sounding snarl from Damian.

Ripping Adrien's hand from her arm while being as gentle as possible to not hurt her he pulls her behind him handing her off to his brothers entrusting them to take care of her.

“Who do you think you are grabbing her like that?”

The words are accentuated with the deep growl rumbling from his chest.

“I don’t see how it's any of your business, what I do with MY personal belongings.”

Damian picks Adrien up by his neck slamming him against the nearest wall.

“Don’t talk about her like she's an object.”

Adrien, being the Buffon with no sense of self-preservation he is, laughs.

“Oh yeah? What's it to you how I treat her? Not like you would want her for anything other than her body anyway.”

Adrien sneers down at Damian, even as he slowly starts to turn purple in the face from his grip on his neck.

Slowly tightening his grip even more he watches as the blonde idiot starts to flail from the lack of breathing. Fighting to get a single breath of air.

“Do not act as if I would ever treat my mate in such a way.”

His voice is deadly, sending shivers down even the security guards spines.

Everyone watches on, some with their phones recording, certain that they are about to see Damian Wayne, their bosses son, about to commit a murder in the lobby.

And no one is even going to try and stop him.

That is until a small pale hand lands on his arm, shooting sparks all the way to his heart.

“Is it true? Are you really my true mate?”

Damian nods ever so slowly, never taking his eyes off the blonde who is slowly losing consciousness.

Two thin, lethal arms wrap around his waist from behind.

“Please stop. I just want to leave right now. Will you take me?”

Without another word Damian drops the barely conscious man, taking his coat off and wrapping it around Marinette's shoulders, tucking her into his side as he swiftly walks her out of the building.

Adrien slowly gets up, trying to chase after them only to be cut short by the three eldest Wayne brothers.

All armed with glares that could kill.

Behind them stands all of the Wayne enterprises employees, making a human barrier between the newly found mates and Adrien.

The brother with the white piece of hair steps forward pushing Adrien back down to the ground.

“I think we need to have a little talk.”

#werewolf au #Not sure I like it #Not my idea #If you can find the original tag so I can give credit #maribat #daminette #maridami #protective batfam #toxic!adrien

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into-september · 3 years

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Okay, but what if S4+5 is about all the miraculous holders gradually discovering each other, like -

Alya is obviously going to be told about everyone, and she'd seen through Carapace already. Nino knows about her, and let's be real, she has a history of leaking Marinette's secrets to him. The rest of them all have SOME kind of special connection to someone else and they just. Gradually, one by one, guesses are made, veiled questions are halfway asked and answered in careful looks. Identities are passed on, until they're all in the know somehow.

Someone at some point rubs the brain cells together and figures out that Ladybug probably knows all of them and also Kagami and Luka and Marc and oh yeah, bluebell eyes and pigtails.

(it's probably Markov)

So here they are, the miraculous gang, tasked with saving the city and fighting the supervillain and worst of all: keeping this all secret from the only one in their class who isn't part of the club.

You know.

The boy who is lonely and isolated, who wants nothing more than to spend time with his friends, who is gentle and kind and sunshine personified and they have to keep him out of the loop.

The conversations gracelessly changing topic when he walks up to them. The meaningful looks behind his back. The secret chat where nearly all class communication eventually migrates, leaving the official group chat an abandoned shopping mall where most of what little traffic remains is just senseless conversations carried over from the superhero one whenever someone remember that that's supposed to be about miraculous business only. The awkward class outings and band practices where nobody really knows what to talk about because the important part is planning how to smoke out Hawkmoth but they can't have that conversation with Adrien around.

The hanging out with him one-on-one and being so used to everything being about miraculouses and kwamis these days that you just don't quite know how to talk to a peer whose life is absolutely normal.

Nino is a wreck.

Rose petitions Marinette to hit up Su-Han to maybe borrow a miraculous from one of the other boxes for him.

Kagami is probably the person dealing the best, since she is at least fully capable of talking fencing with him.

Ivan allegedly can't lie to save his life but poor, sheltered Adrien is so used to Marinette's weird behaviour that he takes Ivan's awkwardness in stride and thinks that sure, this is normal.

Chloé doesn't see the problem of letting Adrien in on it when she can be even if she no longer has a miraculous.

And all the while, Marinette is just nope, no way, we are not telling Adrien anything. One civilian knowing is one too many and she knows for a fact that he wouldn't be able to keep this secret

(when Luka mentions the battle against Desperada, he is very firmly shot down because that was that and this is something completely different)

The girls are like: Marinette, is this because you're still -

Marinette: NO.

The angst is real. The guilt over the betrayal, the communal secrecy, the fact that their lives have fundamentally changed and cannot ever be what they were - and where does Adrien fit into that? How can Adrien fit into that when their entire group dynamic is about a colossal secret that they can never share with him? When will he notice? Is he noticing already? Because they are noticing that no matter how hard they try, Adrien's trivial problems about homework and piano lessons and his stupid dad are just - so, so very unimportant. They don't have time for this.

And Marinette, Ladybug, the one who maybe loved him better than any of them, remains adamant. They absolutely cannot pull any civillians into this. They can't risk the safety of the city because they're sentimental about a friendship. This is ultimately for everyone's best, including Adrien's. She knows her way around miraculouses, there's a reason Adrien doesn't have one. She won't budge.

But in the evenings, she stares wistfully at her cork board, never uttering a word about her thoughts to Tikki.

And so days and weeks pass into months, and the fight continues. Their friendship is stronger than ever, but day for day, battle for battle, one of them is being left behind. Where they are going, he can't come along.

Meanwhile Tikki, Wayzz and Sass:

#miraculous ladybug #ml spoilers #mlb spoilers #blah

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consumeconstantly · 4 years

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A Discowing at the Wayne Gala

Summary: Getting Jason to go to the Wayne Gala each year was more difficult than putting the Joker away in Arkham; he insisted the part was full of pretentious, rich social climbers who were horribly boring. As it turned out, all he really needed to persuade him was an upset, drunk girl rambling about how much she was going to deck her highschool enemies there to convince himself that he’d be in for a great show. (AKA the extremely chaotic and nonsensical salt/crack fic)

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“I, Mar--” she hiccupped, “Marinette Dupain-Cheng solemnly swear to rip Lila a new one with Discowing’s godawful costume.”

“You say it girl!” called some random person from across the bar.

“I will--” another hiccup “--use Batman’s Batmobile to run over Kim. And slam Red Hood’s ugly ass helmet onto Adrien’s stupid face.”

“Better yet,” Marinette pounded the table, “I will use their stupid utility belts to dismantle Gabriel’s empire. Somebody give me a yeah!”

“Yeah!”

All in all, the sight wasn’t that atypical for a bar in Gotham, if it weren’t for the fact that Marinette Dupain-Cheng was barely five feet, wore pigtails, and knocked five men on their asses when they tried to approach her.

“Take that, Hawkass,” she hissed. “Think you can pull a fast one on me when I’m drunk, do you? Well I’ve got news for you!”

Her words slurred together, and she leaned on the bar for support. “When I get my way, you’re going to be tied up into a pretzel and dumped into a volcano, then the tundra and then we’ll see how you like your stupid little jewlery touched.”

“Dupain-Cheng,” her blonde companion hissed. “Get yourself together. We don’t need another one of your breakdowns now. You know we’re going to be busy tomorrow night, and I don’t want to deal with you completely hung over all throughout the gala.”

“Aww,” Marinette squished her cheek onto Chloe’s “You know you love me.”

“Yes, yes, but I’m not going to tolerate this bullshit. If you want to make good on your plans, you need to be in tip top shape.”

“Ughhhh, why are they even invited to the stupid gala? It’s not even like they’re rich! Oh wait, I guess they are…” Marinette pressed her face to the bar, which was undoubtedly dirty. She reveled in it’s coolness, brushing her bangs out of her face. “And why do you have to be right? I guess I have to stop drinking if I want to make any of my plans work.”

“Your plans will work, hungover or not. It’s just a question of how much you’ll be able to enjoy them. I don’t want you complaining for months after the fact that you don’t remember half of what happened.”

“I guess you’re right. Revenge is a dish best served cold, and I'm feeling a little too warm to ice them out.” Staggering, Marinette got to her feet. “Call an Uber?”

“It’s already here.”

“What made you change your mind?” Tim frowned at Jason, doubtful that he wasn’t going to cop out at the last second. He was sure that he was only putting on his suit as some sort of deliberate ploy to get out of the Gala. Truthfully, it wasn’t required that all of them attend the Gala, but it was one of the few events that brought together most of the Wayne family.

Jason ran a hand through his hair and smirked. “Let’s just say I’m expecting quite the show.”

Jason kept a hawkish gaze on the entrance, waiting for the appearance of one short, pigtailed girl, and a taller blonde. They arrived almost forty five minutes into the Gala, which was good timing; not late enough to be considered rude, but most people have already arrived and have made their rounds.

Marinette looked different out of the dim lighting of the bar, and even though she definitely looks like she’s nursing a light hangover, she still managed to look stunning. With a matte-black floor length dress that attracted all light in the vicinity towards it, it’s hard not to look her way; Tim, for one, stared at the outfits that Marinette and her companion are wearing with stars in his eyes. Any moment now, he’s going to approach them. Or he would if he weren’t on Jason-sitting duty.

“I’ll play nice,” Jason promised.

“You? Nice?” Tim sounded incredulous, and it’s not like he can fault him. Whenever Jason did successfully get roped into coming to the Gala, it’s a sure thing that he gets at least one fist fight started, if not an everyone for themselves sort of situation.

“They’re the reason I decided to come. It’s not me you have to be worried about.”

Tim groaned. “Really? They’re trouble makers? But they’re wearing MDC!”

Jason chuckled, slipping a hand into his pants pocket. Tim was weirdly obsessed with the highly secretive French designer. Nobody ever saw them in person. “Wearing your fashion icon doesn’t mean they can’t kick ass.”

Tim rocked back on his heels, looking at the two girls calculatively. “That’s right. If anything, they’re more likely to kick ass, because that’s the kind of confidence that MDC inspires in their designs. Well, if you’re not going to fight them, I’m going to introduce myself.”

“And I can’t leave my little brother alone.” Jason said, watching the blonde girl point in the direction of, if he wasn’t mistaken, Gabriel Agreste’s son and his plus one.

Who knew that doing a preliminary reading of the guests would be so informative? He could only guess what kind of beef Marinette had with Agreste Jr.--Bruce had enough problems with Gabriel; even though Wayne Enterprises only dabbled in fashion, Gabriel was a ruthless man when it came to his competitors, and tried to edge them out of the market multiple times. Foolish on his part, not taking into consideration that both Bruce and Tim were very, very stubborn people who only get more difficult to face when dealing with a challenge.

Wayne Enterprise might primarily be considered with R&D and technology companies, but underestimating the amount of influence Tim could gather when someone pissed him off was just a bad idea.

“Hi, I’m Tim--”

“--and it’s lovely to meet you, but we’re on a mission right now,” finished the blonde girl, who Jason was now 98% sure is Chloe Bourgeois, daughter of Paris’ mayor and Style Queen Audrey Bourgeois. “Dupain-Cheng, it’s your time to shine.”

“God,” Marinette muttered underneath her breath, ducking her head. “I can’t believe you’re holding me to what I said while drunk last night.”

“It’s not just what you said drunk last night, it’s the most effective way of dealing with that liar. She’ll be so embarrassed she’ll hide away forever. Maybe get some plastic surgery and change her name. Daddy will make sure she can never step foot in Paris again.”

“Chloe,” Marinette groaned. “We all know how that panned out last time. Do you want a repeat performance?”

“By that time Hawkmoth will already be taken down. No need to worry about evil butterflies.”

“Evil butterflies?” Tim frowned.

“We can fill you in later, Marinette has a car to steal.”

“Chloe!”

“Oh stuff it, Dupain-Cheng, you’re no goody two shoes, even though you pretend to be one.”

Marinette whispers into Chloe’s ear, eyeing Jason and Tim. “Do you have to discuss that with other people around?”

“Well,” Chloe crossed her arms. “You boys aren’t going to rat us out, are you? They’re part of the infamous Wayne family. They’ll definitely be in.”

“You’ve got to be kidding me. You know they already reached out-- I can’t risk--” Marinette kept cutting herself off. “Fine, but if you-know-what falls through, I’m putting it all on you.”

“Like they’re going to pass you up just because of what’s going to go down at this gala. If anything, they’ll be glad to know that you’re as vicious as you are creative,” Chloe checked her nails and touched her hair, making sure it was in place.

“Sorry, what? I’m a little bit lost.”

“Keep up, Drake. I’m beginning to doubt your title as child-genius.You have the unique opportunity to watch history in the making.”

“Wait,” Tim’s jaw almost dropped at the display in front of him. “How did you even--”

“Trade secret. Marinette doesn’t kiss and tell.”

“But that’s the Batmobile.”

“Yeah, and?”

Jason laughed. He stole the hubcaps off the Batmobile, Marinette stole the whole thing. What a sight.

Here’s how the rest of the night went: Chloe plied Marinette with copious amounts of water, trying to get rid of her headache. Marinette hopped into the driver’s seat of the Batmobile (to which Chloe cackled, “And she doesn’t even have a driver’s license yet,” and Tim paled to the shade of freshly fired ceramic plate.) They ran over Kim, who, somehow managed to get into the event as a server of sorts, at which point Tim swore that the background checks would have to be upped again. Marinette landed the Batmobile in the middle of the gala, barely managing to avoid several innocents who were in her path. She reached into the convenient storage compartment that Jason was previously unaware of and pulled out the Discowing outfit and his helmet-- seriously, how did she get those?-- and slammed the car door.

Security, of course, was waiting for them. How couldn’t they, with that big of a disturbance? Half of the guests were up in a tizzy-- mostly the ones who were experiencing their first Wayne Gala-- and the other half were looking on, amused. Tim waved the guards off as Marinette made her way to Lila and Adrien, like a vengeful Valkyrie.

“You,” Marinette grimaced. “Chloe, say the words, I forgot them.”

“We decided that words were useless, remember?”

“Oh, that’s right,” Marinette said, before promptly slamming Red Hood’s helmet onto Adrien’s head hard enough for him to fall to the ground, likely concussed. Lila, who started screeching and running away made for a surprisingly difficult target. Well, difficult in the fact that she was using other people as shields, but once she came across a group of Experienced Wayne Gala Goers, she got pushed out of her comfort zone.

In eight inch heels and with her hair down, Marinette stalked towards her prey.

“Lila Rossi,” Marinette intoned. “Your sins will be judged.”

“What are you going to do, Marinette? You have no power here. We’re in America now. No Ladybug to back you up. No public opinion in your favor.”

Marinette shuddered. “Ugh, your voice makes me want to vomit. In any case, I sentence you to life in Discowing’s costume.”

“You can’t make me wear anything!”

Famous last words, Lila.

“I’m still so confused. What just happened?”

“Don’t worry,” Chloe gave Tim a pat on the back. “You’ll get used to this kind of thing if you end up hanging around Marinette more often.”

“I think I’m in love,” said Jason.

“Get in the back of the line. The only thing Marinette has time for now are her plans to take down Hawkmoth.”

“I’m not opposed to joining you. I’ve got a few tricks up my sleeve.” Jason paused. “By the way, has she already stolen the utility belts to take down Gabriel or does she need more? I’ve got contacts.”

"Fair warning, everything in Paris is at least twenty times crazier than what you’ve seen here today.” Chloe swiped through a few notifications on her phone. “And please, do you think someone who hotwired the Batmobile needs your help getting her hands on a couple utility belts? If she really put her mind to it, she could get the Lasso of Truth from Wonder Woman.”

“Yeah, Jason, I’m definitely not going to join you on that trip.” Tim turned his attention towards Marinette, who was currently passed out on the hotel couch. “Anyways, You two are wearing MDC, right? I have a meeting with them tomorrow!”

Chloe looked at the poor boy with pity. “Good luck. You’re going to need it.”

@jasonette-july-2k20

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i’m really churning out these jasonette prompts like butter (god butter is so freaking good you ever eat butter straight? i do. heart attack city & the next paula dean) even tho i only thought about joining in right when july was ending but here we are

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mcheang · 4 years

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Hello. It's been a while. :) Post-Miracle Queen: There’s an Akuma who turns people into cute baby animals. During this state, people don't have memories as humans. They act like an animal would. Marinette gets hit and becomes the class pet until Ladybug fixes everything. Lila doesn't like this and having to pretend to coo over her rival. Her fake enthusiasm and plots to get Marinette banned temporarily from school gets her caught eventually by angry classmates.

Baby Mari

This is a draft

It’s annoying when your older siblings pull the whole “I’m older” card on you. Sometimes it can lead to deep, negative emotions. Something Hawkmoth takes advantage of when he akumatizes Perrine, fed up with her bossy older brother telling their mother she isn’t responsible enough for a pet yet.

So she is transformed to the Pacifier, and is heading for Dupont, where her brother is.

With a shake of her rattle, Pacifier sprinkles glitter on her victims, who turns into adorable baby animals.

The students were used to akumatizations and ran for it. Except Marinette couldn’t just leave Alya behind to film. And she got caught in the glitter as well.

Alya picked up a baby....bunny? (What? The ears could resemble pigtails when flattened)

https://youtu.be/_v94XqFW4Qw

Somehow Tikki avoided discovery. This is terrible. With the Guardian gone, Chat Noir will be on his own! Well, Mr Bug will be on his own, because the akuma has to be purified.

After Pacifier departed with her new pets, she went to find her mother.

School resumed. Alya had permission to bring Marinette to class since her parents didn’t allow pets in the bakery and it would probably take an hour for the akuma to be defeated. Otherwise, the bakery would be shut down for a while as Tom and Sabine looked through pet care guides.

As the class cooed over Marinette, Lila scowled over the loss of attention. With Chloé gone into hiding, there was one less contender for the spot of class queen.

Rose noticed Lila hanging back. “Come give her a pet Lila. She won’t bite. Marinette is such a cute bunny, and her fur is so soft!”

Lila plastered on a relieved smile, like she was glad people think she could get close to Marinette now.

Except as soon as the bunny smelled the liar, she instinctively bit the finger.

Lila: OW!

Lila recoiled, clutching her bleeding finger.

But instead of trying to comfort her, the girls actually chided Marinette in soft tones. “No, Mari, we don’t bite people.”

Alix: Wow, even in bunny form Marinette doesn’t like Lila.

Kim: you should go to the nurse Lila.

Lila: is no one going with me?

Everyone stared at her like she was being ridiculous.

Alya: Lila, it’s not a major wound. You don’t need us to follow you around everywhere. You’ll be fine.

Mylene: maybe Marinette’s hungry?

Adrien: does anybody have snacks? I have some Camembert but I read that rabbits shouldn’t eat those.

And just like that, Lila was dismissed from their minds.

As she stared in furious disbelief, Max glanced back to remind her to go.

That’s it. Time for the rodent to go.

Lila waited until lunch before grabbing Marinette with the lunch lady’s gloves. She just caused a food fight before grabbing Marinette as everyone turned to look at the spectacle.

As Lila headed to the second floor, she intended to drop Marinette from that height on the concrete, but the class quickly noticed her absence and spread out, calling for her.

Of course someone had to notice Lila was wearing gloves.

Lila quickly claimed she was trying to get Marinette to the safety of the class. That got her some gratitude, until wrinkled noses pointed out that Marinette must have confused rubber gloves for a litter box. Said gloves were currently dripping on Lila’s favorite shoes.

Alya managed to get Marinette out of Lila’s grip before she strangled the bunny.

Maybe she should try shooting the bunny instead. People hunt bunnies right?

Nah. Too much work.

Fine, how about insisting that pets are not allowed in school? But Damocles has been turned into a baby owl and Ms Bustier was all for letting the class bond over a class pet. ...is it too late to pretend she has a late-acting allergy?

Ooh. Lila’s got it. She goes to talk to a school assistant instructing some students on how to care for their new class Chinchilla.

Lila goes up, praising him for his hard work and knowledge but also offers her sympathies for cleaning up after the animal messes. And don’t they shed too?

Unfortunately the assistant turns out to be Mylene’s father. Wasn’t he supposed to be an actor? And he calls over Mylene to tell Lila where she put the gloves and poop bags.

And as for the shed hair, even humans have hair loss.

Mylene thinks it’s wonderful of Lila to volunteer for poop duty, but she shouldn’t be surprised. The excited Mylene hands Lila her new equipment before she can protest.

Lila is furious. But she eventually makes use of an opportunity to sweep Marinette into the pan and throw her into the dumpster. Everyone else backed off when Lila suggested they take her shift, hence they didn’t see Marinette getting swept up.

Except there was no way for them not to notice Marinette was missing once Lila had gone. Suspicious, Adrien stopped Lila.

Inside the pan, they found a stinky bunny.

Lila: oops, I must have accidentally caught her.

Adrien: how do you accidentally catch a bunny when her....um...business is smaller than she is?!

Lila: I don’t watch while sweeping.

Kim: that is just plain stupid.

Mylene: aren’t you supposed to be an expert at this sort of thing?

Lila nearly squawked in outrage at the idea that being a frequent volunteer means being experienced at clean up.

Alya: maybe you better take a day off? You don’t seem to have a way with animals. You can get away because the akuma is still out.

Lila couldn’t believe it. They were actually kicking her out. She was going to protest before Rose started insisting they give Marinette a proper wash.

Lila tries to volunteer for that but Max interrupted, “Sorry Lila. But with what has already happened, you’re more likely to choke Marinette with soap than otherwise.”

He wasn’t that far off. Lila would have likely drowned the baby animal.

Lila stormed out of school. As luck would have it, she crossed the Pacifier’s path.

A sprinkle of glitter.

Where once stood a teenage girl now stood a crow fledgling. Shame how nobody was around to witness this. Lila the crow lay helpless on the ground, until the Pacifier plucked her up and dumped her into a pram stuffed with other baby animals. It was a tight squeeze, and suffocating since the baby crow was smaller than the other animals.

It took some time for Mr Bug to defeat the Pacifier, though it helped that Pacifier was distracted by the sight of a baby bunny rolling around in flour.

When the Miraculous Mr Bug was cast, Marinette found herself safe at home. Lila found herself on the street sucking on a worm.

Lila spat it out. “Ew!”

When Marinette returned to class, her friends still coddled her and pampered her, much to her bemusement. Lila just glowered from the back. She never wanted to see another baby animal ever again.

Caline: alright class, settle down! Welcome back Marinette. Since we had such fun taking care of Marinette, I thought of a fun project for home economics.

Ms Bustier moved aside to reveal hamsters in their own cages.

You have got to be kidding me! Lila thought furiously. Her assigned hamster likes to bite too.

To rub salt in the wound, Marinette and Adrien were the proud new parents of Fu the hamster.

#miraculous ladybug fanfic #miraculous ladybug fic #ml fanfic #ml fanfiction #ml fic #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #murderous lila #lila karma #lila salt #lila bashing #post miracle queen #mr bug

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rodneymckays · 3 years

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stargate episodes that should have been, part 50: crossover episode set during “the return”! when the sgc loses contact with sg-1 offworld, they send in sheppard and his team of newbies to investigate because colonel reynolds is offworld. they quickly discover sg-1’s whereabouts in one of ba’al’s prisons by being captured and imprisoned themselves. (“sheppard. what are you doing here?” “rescuing you” cam then looks pointedly at the four jaffa guards escorting them to the cell. “…good job.”) sheppard quickly gets to work befriending vala and it’s a good thing daniel is off being a prior right now because you think vala’s bad without sheppard enabling her? meanwhile back at the sgc: walter walks into landry’s office. “sir. sheppard’s team is two hours overdue.” jack, who is also there for some reason (headed to atlantis maybe? or just worried about sam and teal’c) says “are we sure he didn’t just stop for starbucks on the way home and forget to check in?” but nobody laughs. colonel reynolds still isn’t back yet so landry plans to wait until he is back to mount a rescue of the rescue team but major lorne shows up and is like 🥺 so landry agrees to send in lorne’s (actually competent and not new) team. BUT if they get in trouble. no one’s coming. until colonel reynolds gets back. lorne is like that’s fine but i’m gonna need a few more people. carson, because they might be injured. and mckay, because they might need to crack a lock or whatever. landry begrudgingly agrees to this (after another 🥺 and also the convincing argument that neither of them are busy and mckay is probably annoying the other scientists at area 51) so mckay is beamed in and carson is summoned via the intercom. this leads to a very awkward meeting in the gate room because cadman (my beloved) is on lorne’s team. they all go through the gate. meanwhile, in the cell, sheppard is braiding vala’s hair and realizes that one of her hair pins is very pointy and could totally kill a jaffa if given the opportunity. his team of newbies are sulking in the corner after having been yelled at by sheppard, vala, and cam for being annoying about being locked up in a cell by some jaffa, and sam is fiddling with a panel in the wall. sheppard slips the hair pin into his wristband thingy and Waits. he doesn’t bother to tell anyone his plan, so when a jaffa opens the cell door to grab one of the prisoners and immediately gets stabbed in the neck by a hairpin and goes down, the newbies Freak Out. fortunately sg-1 is less surprised and they take all the weapons the jaffa was carrying. vala retrieves her hair pin and grimaces at the blood on it, then puts it in her hair to hold up her nice braid. back to lorne’s team, who are in the woods. rodney is complaining because he doesn’t like the woods (very fair) but lorne points out that at least there’s no iratus bugs in this galaxy. rodney says that there’s also no ronon or teyla in this galaxy, so they’re at a net disadvantage. lorne’s like “yeah, cause ronon could actually get you to shut up” which gets rodney to stop talking and start making indignant noises, that are cut off by the arrival of a party of jaffa. TO BE CONTINUED…

THE RETURN!! MY BELOVED!!!

YES. sheppard & vala would be fast friends!! they're both quite skilled at shenanigans and pigtail pulling (but i think sheppard would silently be in awe of vala's skill level, leagues above his own). also love how sheppard's rescue attempt goes about as well as it usually does, which is not great 😂

CARSON AND MCKAY JOINING LORNE'S TEAM FOR THE RESCUE!!!! and i don't fault landry, i too would cave after one look at lorne's doe eyes. AND CADMAN!!! ofc she would be on lorne's earthside team, she's the best of the best :'))))) and rodney's still not over body sharing i see hu hu hu

sheppard having totally normal thoughts about pointy objects bAH and sg1 being like 'yup. that's our guy. nothing to see here'.

but rodney missing ronon and teyla and complimenting them in the most backwards i-wont-actually-say-i-like-these-ppl-but-i-like-these-ppl way possible!! and lorne bantering with him in their place :')))))

#reunited and it feels so gooooooooood!!#(actually it feels kinda awkward but thats okay 😂)#ALSO NO A CLIFFHANGER!!!#(i haven't read ahead to be fair to ya'll HOW NICE AM I??)#sga #sg1 #asks

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Ideas for the Gauthier-Duong siblings’ akumatized forms:

Kane - Bondsmith

Kane wants to have people’s loyalty and positive regard - themes of entrapment and possession

Has just been denied the love of his stepsister and the right to more family than his mother

Goal is to trap Alison, Noah and Estelle as his loving family - the last push Estelle needs to accept becoming a superhero, because she may typically choose flight rather than fight to defend herself but nobody threatens her dad

Truly loves them and thinks this is the only way for them all to be happy; has a disturbing version of his sweet, excitable kid demeanour

Akumatized item is a keychain with an old photo of him and Alison on it, initially taken off his schoolbag, worn hanging from his akumatized form’s chain necklace with the now blackened photo embedded in his chest armour

Kane acts and seems to Estelle like a ‘golden boy’, wanting to be perfect and make people think he’s perfect to ensure they’ll stay with him (to protect his feelings), his whole outward personality reflecting that, and repressing his negative emotions, now released in full force - wears shiny gold plate armour, a gold mask shaped in a cheerful expression, and black underclothes and tarnished grey skin the armour cannot completely hide

Chain motif representing the possession of people he wants for himself and connections he wishes to preserve and enforce on others - lots of chain accessories, web of chains across his chest converging over the photo that prevents the heroes just pulling it out

Power is to bind people together with magical chains that he can mentally alter the length of - as well as physically restricting movement, gold ones make them get along with the other person and black ones make them reflexively dislike them, affecting only emotions, not thoughts, so people forced to feel good or bad about each other can still name reasons they shouldn’t in a detached, logical way; his plan to get the Miraculous is simply to chain the heroes directly to himself and compel them to give him their Miraculous, since his power doesn’t affect him

Bowerbird defeats him by using Ladybug’s Lucky Charm, a smoke bomb, to obscure his vision (Ladybug and Cat Noir are incapacitated, a black chain between them making them too busy arguing to focus), using her vocal mimicry to trick him into thinking she’s Alison so he lets his guard down, restraining his attacking arm with a perfectly timed Masterpiece before he can attach the chain to her, shackling his other arm with it, breaking the chain net with her paintbrush and smashing the photo

Estelle - Echo

Estelle wants to be listened to - themes of voice, sound and hearing

Feels disregarded and disrespected by her birth parents, especially Violette, and has her trauma from their divorce ripped up to the surface

Goal is to share her sense of loss of stability, security, control and agency with everyone else out of vengeful spite

Bitter, sullen, temperamental, sardonically mocking, essentially Estelle’s worst exaggerated

Akumatized item is her headphones, fused to her head and turned purple with red handprints ‘holding’ the earphones and three jagged crystalline red spikes on the band, constantly blasting music which is generated by her own emotional magic loud enough to faintly be heard externally

Her parents were her entire world and their fighting and divorce her world decaying and crumbling - power affects her environment

Pink skin, long floaty purple dress, long light green hair in pigtails and purple eyes - the colours, clothing and hairstyle she liked and wore frequently when she was eleven, during the divorce, as just prior to akumatization she felt no less helpless than she did then

Motif of red handprints gripping her arms and legs at multiple angles, symbolic of her feeling pulled carelessly and incompatibly in different directions

Doesn’t speak, a red gag stifling her voice

Power is to affect her surroundings through the music she listens to within a radius that expands as her strengthening emotions increase the volume; it differs depending on the genre, her psychological state automatically changing it: a mournful classical track turns the ground into bottomless quicksand (sadness), an aggressive rock song creates indestructible red crystal spikes (anger) and a rousing pop song lets her emit sparkly white light in burning lasers and blinding flashes (joy/confidence)

Bowerboy defeats her by, after repeated frontal attacks fail, realizing the best way to help his sister and save the day is to follow Ladybug’s plan, and distracting her from the safety of a bower while Cat Noir sneaks up to deliver a Cataclysm to the headphones

If they were akumatized in their superhero forms, Estelle would be Flame Bowerbird with a colour scheme based on that species instead of the satin bowerbird and Kane would be Killer Whale, switching the grey and white great white shark for its bigger, more intelligent predator the black and white orca.

#estelle needs to learn that she CAN DO THINGS #and be good at things #and just be good #so she gets to beat bondsmith basically all on her own #meanwhle kane needs to learn that he CAN’T DO EVERYTHING #and to accept his limits and flaws without writing himself off as wholly bad #and he stops just feeling hurt on her behalf and thinks ‘what would estelle do?’ and the answer is to care about the plan #so he plays support in the final battle #also echo is named for how noah and violette fighting and ignoring her feelings ‘echoes’ the divorce period #and in reference to the echo of greek mythology who wasted away to just her voice because she wasn’t loved #mlb ocs #miraculous ladybug ocs #miraculous ocs #akumatized ocs #akumatization

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justcourttee · 4 years

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The Price of Fame

This was an idea sent to me by @long-lost-peace where Adrien comes to regret and even become jealous of Luka for taking the chance he never did. Because of this, his father forced him into a relationship with Lila for the sake of the company. This is Lukanette.

“Adrien! You promised to take me out for ice cream! Your father said it would be good for the company if we tipped the paparazzi off and got some more shots together. Isn’t that a splendid idea?”

Adrien sighed as he closed his book, trying to wipe the annoyed look off his face before it even crossed.

“Sure Lila, do you know where Andrè’s cart is located today?”

She nodded before grabbing his hand, pulling him from his previously seated position. As she raced down the Agreste’s stairway, Adrien took notice of his father’s office door cracked open, the man watching them with a small smirk.

“Date her for the sake of the business son. It doesn’t matter if you’re in love when you’re like us.”

Adrien had cried for the first time in years that day.

As they climbed into the backseat of the car, Adrien reopened his book doing his best to tune out the sound of her babbling about some celebrity that she had to turn down the other day. He almost felt bad for anyone that had to listen to her drone on everyday. They were the few that truly understood his pain.

Gorilla pulled the car to a stop in front of the Eiffel Tower, a bundle of photographers already lined up waiting for the youngest ‘power couple’ to step out on their date. It made him want to gag. Did they truly have nothing better to do then sit around waiting for him?

“Come on babe! They’re waiting!”

Adrien forced his best smile forward as he opened the door, offering his hand for Lila to follow him out. Instantly cameras began to flash as Lila acted surprised, attempting (poorly) to cover her face with her hand as they walked briskly toward Andrè’s.

Adrien couldn’t even see two feet in front of him from the blinding lights. He halted to a stop just barely before colliding with a much smaller figure that had turned from the cart.

“Adrien? Is that you?”

No. That voice. It couldn’t be.

As his eyes came back into focus, he noticed the outline of pigtails in front of him.

“Marinette?”

Her beautiful smile was so sharp, so in focus that it made his heart ache with regret for not noticing it sooner.

“Hey! Are you and Lila on another fake date?”

Adrien glanced past her to where his girlfriend stood, ordering an ice cream for two. His smile was tight as he nodded, returning his eyes back to her wide bluebells. God, he missed staring into them.

“I’m sorry, I know things will get better one day.” She reached out, her hand resting on his shoulder in a comforting manner. He wanted her to leave it there, but all too soon, she withdrew it. “Anyways, I probably shouldn't stick around much more. I can’t imagine the paparazzi is too far behind you guys and I wouldn’t want them getting the wrong idea.”

Her smile was friendly but her words felt like daggers twisting in his chest. Her small hand raised in goodbye as she brushed past him. He wanted to reach out and grab her hand, tell her that he loved her and that he missed her. Tell her that he wanted to be with her, not with Lila that he was wrong about not standing up to her lies-

But something stopped him.

The sight of blue tips.

Marinette slid onto the bench beside him, a small blush gracing her fair skin. Luka wrapped his arms around her pulling her into his side as he placed a small kiss to the side of her forehead. He watched bitterly as Marinette spoon fed him bites of their shared ice cream, giggling when she would miss his mouth.

God how he wished that was him.

“Adrien! I got our ice cream! Don’t you think that our photos would look best if we sat directly under the Eiffel Tower? The sun hits at a wonderful angle down there and will show off our good looks. I’m sure your father could appreciate that.”

Adrien didn’t even bother to respond, his eyes still glued to the happy couple as she rested her head on his shoulder.

Lila followed his eyes, a small smirk pulling at her lips.

“You know Adrien, she loved you so much when we were younger and you nearly killed her everyday. What was it you told her all the time? Oh yeah, just a good friend.”

Adrien’s fists curled as he watched Luka attack Marinette’s face with a flurry of kisses earning the most precious laughter that he had ever heard.

“Those eyes are dangerous babe, after all, if the paparazzi picks up that we aren’t the happy couple that Gabriel presents us to be, well, it could be disastrous for his company.”

Adrien said nothing as he roughly threw his arm over her shoulders, swallowing the anger he felt. Anger for Lila, anger for his dad, anger for Luka, but most prominently, anger for himself for not seeing what he was losing earlier.

“That’s better, now pretty smile please. After all, nobody can negotiate with the price of fame, it is costly.”

He took in one more look of how beautiful she was before turning his attention to Lila, a fake smile plastered across his face once more.

“Let’s go sit under the Eiffel Tower babe! Your beauty will put the landmark to shame.”

Lila faked gasped as she placed a short peck on Adrien’s cheek. It was cold and loveless and nothing like the kind Marinette gave Luka. But he couldn’t focus on that right now or really ever. He let Lila lead him to their seat, the sound of shuttering cameras following their every step.

Adrien never minded the fame growing up but as he caught glimpses of the love of his life sharing ice cream with another, he couldn’t hate it more.

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bisexualsforprompto · 3 years

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This one might be a bit mean. MLB prompt idea. What if anyone could be a true wielder of the Miraculous. But to do so it would require the Kwami 'eat' the heart of their chosen and replace it with their magic. No one not even Fu have gone that far to become a true holder because of the negatives that come with it (I leave that to you). Marinette on the other hand didn't even think twice once she was told about it and became a true wielder. (sorry not really a maribat prompt)

What was she supposed to do?

Hawkmoth had to be stopped and the only way to do that was...

Well it had started off okay. Once she had made the exchange of her heart and soul for the magic of luck she hadn’t really felt a change. She felt a bit lighter; as if a burden almost was lifted off her.

For the first couple weeks she was fine, her friends noticed small differences in her but mostly attributed it to lack to sleep.

After all Marinette was Marinette, right?

Sweet, caring, loving Marinette...

Nothing could change her. They knew that for a fact.

But it began to get harder to deny after some weird happenstances: passing Adrien and Alya without so much as a glance, ignoring her parents, not going to Kitty Section meetings...Her friends noticed that she even stopped designing after awhile.

There was no more denying it: Marinette had changed. Everyone in Bustier’s class was worried, even Chloe had shown some remorse; asking one day during Marinette’s absence from school, “What is wrong with Dupain-Chang?”

She stopped answering calls and texts. She stopped playing video games. She only ever showed up to school half of the time.

There was no doubt that everyone missed her. Alya had even tried to tell her once, trying to get her to open up...but with no success. Marinette simply brushed her aside coolly, a cold stare gracing her usually kind face.

Class morale was low. Who knew one person made so much of a difference?

After a months of her behavior, most of the class gave up, resigned to their fate: that this Marinette was here to stay.

In the end it was only Alya, Nino, and Adrien still holding out hope.

It wasn’t that the other members of the class didn’t care about her...just the opposite: without her they couldn’t figure out how to care. Apathy was running in their veins just like it was in Marinette’s.

It felt like losing a friend. Most of the class had gone through the stages of grief, ending grimly at acceptance, but...Adrien was stuck in denial.

“Nathalie,” Adrien whispered on the way to school, “What do you do when someone seems like they changed completely?”

Nathalie looked back at her charge quizzically, “How so?”

“They go from kind and loving to cold and uncaring...” Adrien sighed, analyzing the situation. He still knew the old Marinette was in there somewhere, he just needed to bring her out.

He had tried asking Ladybug earlier but even she had seemed to change. She only showed up for akuma attacks to get the job done. No pound it, no team-bonding, no more “hey kitty.” Only staring at him coldly when he made a mistake and then leaving once the akuma was purified. He half wondered if he did something wrong, but it was kind of hard to know that if Ladybug didn’t stick around enough to ask.

Adrien tried to muffle his frustration. Sure, she had grown significantly as a hero over the last few months. And that’s what was important, right? His feelings didn’t matter as long as Paris was safe...

But it still hurt.

And losing Marinette at the same time...he wasn’t sure how much longer he could handle it.

Nathalie’s quiet response startled Adrien out of his spiral, “Is this about your father, Adrien?”

“F-father? No...I know father...is busy. This is about someone else.”

Nathalie gave him a pained look, “I suppose I’d try to talk to them then.”

“She won’t listen.” Adrien huffed, “I’ve tried over and over to talk to her but...” Suddenly he didn’t even know if he was talking about Marinette or Ladybug.

“Is there any way you can get her in a situation where she’d feel comfortable to talk to you?”

Adrien narrowed his eyes in shame, “Shes never been comfortable around me, but I at least...thought we were friends.”

Nathalie pushed her glasses up on the bridge of her nose, “She is probably uncomfortable sharing because it’s something personal to her. I’m not saying this will work Adrien, but try to share something with her...”

Adrien looked up at Nathalie. Could that work? Maybe Marinette would feel comfortable sharing her feelings if Adrien told her something that put them on even ground...

But could he do that? Was it worth it?

He knew, he knew what he wanted to tell her, but...

“I can’t.” Adrien sighed, there was no going back from that. He’d have to give up his miraculous and...

Ladybug had seemed better without him these days. Did she even need him anymore? All he did was get in the way it seemed...

Before he knew it the car door was opening for him. He stepped out. He noticed blue pigtails making their way into the school.

He gulped, could he really...?

Walking into Lycee, and then Bustier’s class he caught a glimpse of her.

Eyes void of emotion.

No classic Marinette smile.

No anger either...

Nothing. Absolutely nothing.

He felt his heart squeeze in his chest. ‘Please Marinette, please...’

Classes dragged on. Adrien watched Marinette like a hawk. He watched her eat alone, ignoring anyone around her, watched her push away her closest friend, watched her deadpan face as she sat in lectures...

When the final bell rang, something in him knew, ‘There is no going back now.’

He watched Marinette pack up. Everyone else filtered out the door. Alya gave him an odd look, and then looked to Marinette. He motioned for her to go and gave her a reassuring smile. Her face feel and she reluctantly left with Nino.

Adrien glanced at Marinette, he could still remember the girl who was once full of life and emotion. He would do anything to have that girl back. He suddenly realized—

“Marinette?” Adrien asked, beckoning her to come closer. She hesitantly agreed, seemingly weighing the pros and cons of listening to Adrien. “I have something to tell you.”

“What?” Marinette deadpanned, as if she couldn’t care less.

“Uhm, it might be easier if I show you actually...” Adrien looked around quickly to make sure nobody was watching. He whispered, “Claws out.”

Only a flicker of shock came from Marinette as Adrien transformed into Chat Noir. He looked at her and watched her face turn stone cold.

She held her hand out, “Why would you tell me this? Now you can never have that ring again.”

“W-what?!” Adrien sputtered, why was that her reaction? “Marinette please— I just shared to you my secret, I trust you. Please know that...you can trust me too, with whatever you’re going through.”

“I’m fine,” she glared, “I am disappointed in you though.”

“Marinette?! What?! Why?”

“How could you give up your power for something so trivial?! Why would you reveal your secret to me for no reason?” She sneered.

Adrien began to get frustrated, he felt tears well up in his eyes, “Because you’re more important than a stupid ring!” He blurted out, thrusting his miraculous to the floor.

Now detransformed, he cried, not meeting Marinette’s eyes, “Please Marinette...we all miss you, can’t you just let me help?”

“You just gave up your chance to save the thousands of people in Paris. Do you not believe their lives and the threat of Hawkmoth is important?”

“You’re still on about my miraculous?!” Adrien seethed, “Marinette...why?! Why...?” He broke down, sliding onto the floor.

Marinette watched, devoid of emotion, her former partner sob on the floor, mourning her own loss. She took in a breath, feeling no remorse whatsoever.

“Adrien Agreste, former wielder of the cat miraculous, I beseech you of your destruction powers.” Marinette said, grabbing his ring from the floor.

“W-what?” He asked. Then a pause, “You’re Ladybug...aren’t you?”

Marinette narrowed her eyes at him, “I must erase your memories of the miraculous now that you have given up your powers.”

“Marinette— Ladybug! Wait! Please...” Adrien softened, “If you’re going to take away my memories can you at least tell me...why have you been acting like this?”

Marinette shut her eyes, “I became a true holder.”

Adrien shot up from the ground, “Y-you...y-you gave up your soul?!” He tore at his hair, “How could you do something so irresponsible?! What made you such a good Ladybug was your compassion! What made you Marinette was your boundless positivity! How could you give that up?!”

“The only thing that matters for Paris is defeating Hawkmoth. I thought Chat Noir knew that.”

“But it shouldn’t come at the cost of you! We wanted to save everyone in Paris that includes you Marinette!”

“I don’t need saving. I am Ladybug.”

“You gave up your emotions, your heart, your personality.” Adrien remarked, “You aren’t Ladybug anymore...”

Marinette frowned and furrowed her eyebrows, “You can’t possibly hope to understand it seems. This power is greater than you and greater than me.”

“No...” Adrien said, “It isn’t.”

“You will not listen to reason,” Marinette chastised, “I must remove your memories now.”

Adrien sighed, “Marinette...”

She began to pull out her guardian book, flipping to the spell she needed. She glared up at Adrien once finding it. “I hope you know what you gave up.”

“I hope you know what you gave up, Marinette.” Adrien breathed, “I hope one day you realize that love...emotions...your soul is worth more than you think. You are worth so much more.”

“Goodbye Adrien.”

#miraculous #miraculous ladybug #I really like this idea btw #very interesting #I do feel bad for cat boi tho #I do torture him a lot #maybe I will give him the love he deserves someday #*chuckles* no lmao #torture the cinnamon roll by torturing the other cinnamon roll

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ymnfilter · 3 years

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Olicity Fic Snippet

Oliver first meets Felicity Smoak when she’s four years old.

She’s the daughter of the man who works as the CTO in his father’s company. Noah Cutler and Robert Queen, along with the CFO Walter Steele are the backbone of Queen Consolidated. Three integral cogs of a well oiled machine that is his family’s company. They are also quite close friends outside of business.

It’s the first time Oliver will be meeting Felicity however. She’s only come to live with Mr.Cutler in the past couple of months, after her mother, Donna Smoak, a cocktail waitress in Vegas passed away in a hit and run case involving a drunk driver.

Donna and Noah had a peculiar relationship. They weren’t married. They were barely acquaintances. Felicity had been a product of a highly scandalous weekend rendezvous involving cheap motels and unlimited alcohol in Las Vegas gone wrong. Any other man of Mr.Cutler’s status would’ve in his position, tried to cover up the affair and it’s by-product as well as he could. But, to someone like Noah, a mad-scientist level genius with no intentions of settling down ever, a protege that was genetically his without all the fuss of marriage or commitment had seemed like the perfect solution.

And so Felicity Smoak had grown up, mostly in Las Vegas with her mother, but she had also spent a lot of time in the company of her father. She developed a love for technology of any sort at a young age thanks to him, and they would discuss wires and circuits and motherboards for hours on the phone after school, till her mother called her down for dinner and homework.

Felicity grew quiet though, after her mother died. The little fair girl who babbled endlessly about anything given the opportunity, had grown quite sullen during her move to Starling City. Noah Cutler was a lot of things, a scientist, a great mentor, a good friend, but he wasn’t really paternal. And so, though he tried to improve her mood by showering her with knowledge and freedom, there wasn’t much he could really do to make her feel better as her father.

Oliver meets her by accident. His family is attending some sort of an event that night- it’s a name he can’t quite pronounce or understand- but he knows it’s for charity. He’s seven years old and dressed in a pair of pressed dress shorts, suspenders, white shirt and a dinner jacket. He’s highly uncomfortable and bored because even though there are kids present, Tommy isn’t. Tommy has a fever, so neither him or his mother Rebecca are attending tonight’s function. Oliver’s basically sulking in one of the corners of the hall, lips in a pout and arms crossed over his little chest, when he sees it-

There, right across him on the other side of the hall, he’s quite sure he saw the tablecloth dangling from one of the buffet tables move. His eyes narrow, suddenly curious, Oliver’s half hoping that a kitten has maybe snuck inside the hall. It wouldn’t be the first time, really. And the last time it had happened, the way the elite socialite women of Starling City had screamed and panicked had been quite entertaining to watch.

So, Oliver walks over to the other side of the hall sneakily, looks both ways to make sure nobody’s paying any attention to him, and then swiftly ducks under the buffet table in one movement-

It’s not a cat.

It’s a girl.

A couple of years younger than him, maybe. She’s tiny. One of the shoulder straps of her bright pink frock is falling over her small frame, and her dark curly hair tied up in two pigtails on either side of her head looks so soft and shiny for a second there, he almost wants to pull-

It’s the look in her eyes though- bright blue but watery as if she’s been trying not to cry- as she looks up at him, that stops him from going any closer.

“Hello.” He greets, extends a hand exactly like how his mother has taught him to, “My name’s Oliver Queen. Who’re you?”

She looks at his hand for a moment as if she has no idea what she’s supposed to do with it, before taking it nervously and shaking it, “Felicity. Smoak.”

“Nice to meet you, Felicity Smoak. What are you doing here hiding under the table?”

Felicity frowns at the question, takes her hand away to cross her arms over her chest petulantly, “Carter Bowen keeps pulling at my hair. I’m hiding.”

He looks back up at the pigtails, notices how one of them is a bit more lopsided than the other. Irrationally, he’s mad at Carter Bowen. No doubt he’s the boy responsible for making her cry. It doesn’t matter that Oliver had the same urge to tug at her hair himself, he wouldn’t even think of doing it now that he knows that she hates it.

“I can fix it for you, if you like.” Oliver offers,

“What?”

“Your hair. I can fix it.”

She gives him a skeptical look, like she doesn’t believe him, “Really?”

No. Oliver’s never made his own hair before, let alone a girl’s. But really, how hard can two pigtails be? “Sure.”

Turns out, it’s really difficult to do a girl’s hair.

Felicity’s hair is just as soft as it looks, and Oliver sort of never wants to stop touching it. But, his hands might as well be the clumsiest in the world with how they work with her strands. He’s as gentle as he can be with her, and apologizes profusely every time a tangle gets caught between his fingers and he ends up tugging a little too hard. The ribbons that had been tying her hair together before he unraveled them both are bright blue and as slippery as fresh lake water. He does his best to gather up her hair in parts and tie them up with them, but they fall apart every time no matter how hard he tries.

He takes a step back after he’s done to get a better look. Her one lopsided ponytail has got nothing on the mess he’s made of her hair now. It’s everywhere, with ribbons more tangled in her hair than holding them together and looks like it could all fall apart with a shake of her head. And yet, she has a smile on her face now, her cheeks flushed and the brightness in her eyes has nothing to do with tears anymore and everything to do with gratitude at his attempt to help-

“Does it look pretty?” She asks him,

“You look like the prettiest girl in the whole world.” He answers,

And to him right then, it’s the absolute truth.

#olicity #oliver queen #felicity smoak #oliver queen/felicity smoak #arrow #oliver/felicity #ficlet #wip #another fic #because it's not like i don't have enough wips #sigh

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Big Eyes {Harley Quinn x Female Reader}

Requested by: Anonymous Wordcount: 2313 Summary: You get two unexpected visitors to your bakery. One is welcomed, while the other - not so much.

‘Always expect the unexpected,’ is something that your father had told you while you were growing up. He always thought that perhaps you were a bit too naive, too trusting in the good in people that they could blow up a bank in front of you and you would still bring up how they once brought someone flowers. That being said, you hadn’t expected his death when a gunman robbed the bakery that he owned, and he had tried to fight back. And though you had worked in the bakery since you were a teenager, starting off as a cashier and then finally getting to the bake and going elbow deep in pastry dough like you dreamed, you hadn’t expected that he would leave the entire business to you. Now, seven years later, you were still trying to do what he had said, expect the unexpected from people, without letting your friendly nature take a hit. But who, in any state of mind, could ever anticipate Harley Quinn?

You were bringing out a new tray of goodies right before the lunchtime crowd came in. You always felt like such an adult when you were in the front of shop, unlike the back, where you felt like a child in a candy store. Between all of the sugar, the sweets, the fillings, the chocolate - you sort of were a kid in a candy store. You were putting the cinnamon and pecan rolls into their places in the display when in came a woman, who looked as if she had just come in from a night out. Despite the make up that was smudged around her eyes and the rather outlandish outfit, she had so much energy, it even perked you up. You tapped the woman behind the counter with a grin. “I’ll take this one, hun,” You said. Surely a woman who looked like this much fun couldn’t be all bad!

“What can I get for you, Miss Fashionista?” You asked with a wide smile. She looked just as excited at the nickname as she did looking at everything that was behind the glass. She shimmyed over, the colors on her outfit shining in the light, and her pigtails bouncing.

“Everythin’ that has sugah, please!” She said, bouncing on the balls of her feet.

“My kinda woman,” You said, looking over what you had left. “One of everything then - that might set you back a bit.”

“Oh, I got it covered,” She said, blowing a bubble with gum you didn’t realize that she had. Out of seeminly nowhere, she pulled out a bag that had an actual dollar symbol drawn on it with black marker. “Ya take coins?”

“We can always use the change,” You said, never saying no to a paying customer. Usually the only ones who brought in change were old ladies, and you usually only took half of it, paying for the other half of their goods instead and not letting them know that. You might just do that with a few of this lady’s items. You really liked her energy, and the way that she presented herself. She pulled off a look that you could only dream of.

There was a ring from the door as another customer walked inside. “I’ll be with you in just a moment,” You said, cheerfully, helping this woman count out the change as your other employee started to put together the order. There was a groan from the newcomer, but he didn’t say anything else.

“I think another dollar should cover it,” You said, searching through the pile of coins for another couple of quarters. You found them, and opened up the till to put the change inside when there was an interruption.

“Fuckin’ finally! Put your hands up, all three of yas. This is a robbery!”

Memories of your father getting hurt ran through your mind, initiating a panic attack that you didn’t know how to deal with. You did put your hands up, dropping a lot of the change in the process. It clattered around you, and sounded just as loud as gunshots.

Your mind ran back to that day as you started to do what the robber asked of you. Opening the till. Counting out the money. Putting it on the counter - but it was pushed away by the bubbly blonde who had come in, getting one of everything. “Put that back in ya till, this man is gettin’ nothing’.”

“Oh, I’m sure he wouldn’t be robbing a store if he didn’t need it,” You said, trying to force a smile on your face to defuse the situation. You were fighting back flashbacks of your father, and you could feel the tears and fear fill your eyes. “Would you, mister?”

“Shut up!” The man said, thrusting the barrel of the gun into your face, making you wince.

“Hey, don’t be so rude to the lady,” The woman said, nudging the robber enough for him to stumble to the side. “This here is the best bakery in Gotham. Don’t ruin this for me, I’m warnin’ ya.”

“Pick up the money,” The man said, his hand slightly shaking as he gained his footing. “You have ten seconds to hand it over or I’m shooting your brains out.”

“That’s no way to talk to a lady,” The blonde said, showing more annoyance now. “And now you’ve just pissed me off too.”

“And who are you, blondie?” The robber mocked, his attention away from you as you slowly picked up the money from the edge of the counter to slide it over. You had your eyes away from the woman for just a second, that’s all it felt like, and yet it was time enough for her to pick up one of the chairs in your establishment, and hit the man in the head with it.

“I’m Harley freakin’ Quinn,” She said with a wide smile, kicking the stunned man in the chest so he crumpled down. “And nobody robs my favorite bakery.” She then did a second kick, this one lower, getting the gun out of his hand and sending it across the bakery where it couldn’t hurt anyone anymore.

“Did he really deserve the kick to the chest?” You asked, wondering if perhaps it was a bit ... overkill. “The chair was a bit much too. It’s really good wood, see, it’s not even broken-”

“You were just gettin’ robbed and you’re worried about a chair?” Harley asked. “You some kind of Hufflepuff or something?”

“According to Pottermore, yes,” You said, leaning over the counter to look at the gunman. He still looked stunned, and was staying on the ground. It probably didn’t help that Harley had a healed boot on his chest, standing like a proud hunter. “Slytherin?”

“You betcha!” Harley said, sounding excited. She saw the way that you were looking down at the gunman and shrugged. “Don’t worry about this bozo. He’s small time. Probably didn’t have any bullets in that thing anyway. Oh shit, did we end up losing count of those coins?”

You looked down around you feet, seeing the scattered coinage that you indeed had lost count of, though you were sure she had enough for everything in the first place. “I think after what you just did, you get everything free of charge. It may take me a while to pick up all of these coins, though.”

“Keep them!” Harley said, hopping over the counter and saw the mess. “They were a bitch to carry around anyway. Oh - you sell donuts here too? I didn’t even see those.”

“Oh, yes, we have a few different kinds. I figured that they were part of your order since you got one of everything,” You said, growing distracted by the man that was on the ground. “Should we call the police, or an ambulance?”

“For this guy?” Harley asked, sticking her thumb down at him. “I wouldn’t worry about it. I’ll just drag him out to the curb on the way out,” The man retorted to this with a groan. You winced at the sound. This girl must have hit him pretty hard - but you had to admire the way that she stood up for you. She could have just stepped back and let it all happen. It’s not as if the gunman had pointed his weapon at her first.

And then you realized who the man had named. Harley Quinn. The woman who was sort of a villain, sure, but you heard that she had a good heart. Helping women in need, even if that meant beating up some blokes with a bat. You weren’t sure about the violence part, like in this situation, but you couldn’t argue with results.

“Well thank you, Miss Harley Quinn,” You said, fetching the food that she had ordered, and definitely deserved. It took five bags to fit everything, and you meant the ones that were meant for carrying out cakes carriers. You even had to call your startled assistant out to help you fit everything in.

“Thanks y/n!” Harley said, clapping her hands together and reached out for the goods. She somehow managed to hold all of the bags, though some looked like they were on the cusp of slipping through. She looked like she had experience holding a whole bunch of bags. You couldn’t even imagine her shopping sprees. The thought made you smile, and you bent down to start picking up coins but then realized something. You shot back up, and called out to her before she could make it to the door. “Hey!”

“Ya?” She asked, turning around to you, lowering her sunglasses to show colorful eyelids. You were struck by the prettiness of her blue eyes in that moment, and tried to get enough saliva back in your mouth to speak.

“How did you know my name?” You asked, cocking your head. You didn’t remember introducing yourself.

“It’s on your shirt, silly,” She said, giggling. You looked down to the shirt that you were wearing, which had the name of the bakery on the back, and your name stitched in red on the front. “That gun musta really scared ya if ya forgot so fast.”

“My father was killed in a robbery, here in the bakery,” You found yourself saying without fully knowing why. Her look softened at that. She dropped her bags of goodies in the doorway, turned the open sign on it to closed, then returned to you.

“Ya know, I used ta be a Doctor,” She started. “I got a PhD and everything. So I think I know how to help you combat ya fears. Come over here.” She beckoned you to the other side of the counter, and you did so with confusion. She had thrown you off guard many times since she walked in a short time ago.

You had entirely forgotten about the man on the floor. By the looks of him, he had forgotten himself. He was curled up in a ball, still hurting from when Harley had hurt him. You really did want to call him an ambulance at least. “I still think we should call-”

“Don’t have pity for him, he deserved what he got!” Harley said, making a face down at him. “Give him a kick or two, it’s real cathartic.”

“I don’t think I can,” You said, crouching down low and put your hand on his shoulder. “Maybe he’s just a poor man, trying to feed his family. I can’t blame him for that too terribly.”

“Well, aren’t you just a tenda’ heart,” Harley said, crouching alongside you. “As a Doctah, I’m telling ya, this is the best way-”

“The Slytherin way, maybe. I’m a full-blown Hufflepuff, I’m afraid.”

“Were you about to apologize?” Harley asked. You nodded, admitting it, which made the blonde woman laugh, falling over, hands on stomach, full on laughing. “I think ya need a lil bit of a snake around here to make sure that you don’t give away every dolla.”

“If I can ever afford a bouncer for a bakery, I’ll take that into consideration,” You said. The man beneath you groaned again. You helped him to his feet and sat him down on a chair. “Until then, I think I’ll do things my way. Thank you though - you probably did save my life.”

“Yea, I did, didn’t I?” Harley said, brushing off the fact that you weren’t doing what she asked you to do with a surprising amount of nonchalance. “I’ll be seein’ ya tomorrow, y/n. I’m getting outta here if you’re bringing in the pigs.”

“Tomorrow?” You questioned, watching as she left. She picked up her bags, which you still find amazing that she was able to carry.

“Well ya, I gotta get my suga’ fix. Helps that the baker is as sweet as her creations,” She winked before walking out the door, the bell on it jangling behind her.

You didn’t have much time to dwell on that until later, since you had to call an ambulance, and come up with a story as to what happened. You didn’t want to get Harley into trouble, not any more trouble than she was already in anyway. And you wanted her to come back to the bakery and not have to worry about being surrounded by police. Or even the Batman, who you heard was after her.

Before you turned in for the night, you laid in bed and thought to yourself, ‘Maybe snakes and badgers can mesh together after all.’’

#Harley Quinn #Harley Quinn oneshot #Harley Quinn x reader #DC #DC oneshot #request #oneshot #one shot #harleyq

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Daminette/Maribat Fairy Tail Au Part 1

Marinette grew up in a world filled with magic

Although Marinette's own parents weren't wizards, but bakers, she inherited her Gramdfather Fu's magic, celestial magic

She was able to summon spirits to help her with the help of silver and gold gate keys

The silver gate keys are pretty common, as far as gate keys go

The gold keys were a lot more rare as there was only 12 of them

Marinette already had 3, Tikki spiritof creation, Plagg spirit of destruction and Wayzz spirit of protection

They were her Grandfather's keys and he passed them down to her when he retired.

She also had a magic yoyo gifted to her by Tikki after her Grandfather had given her Tikki's key when he started training her

So when Marinette turned 16 she decided to follow in her Grandfather's footsteps and join a boarding guild

She ended up joining the Miraculous Moth guild, a guild that had a large amount of members, but nothing like Justice League, who had almost half the amount of members, but was about 10x more powerful

Their guild stamp was a pointy looking moth

Marinette had decides to get hers on her left shoulder in red

The guild master was Gabriel Agreste

Nobody was really sure what type of magic he had, but there were always a new rumor floating around that said something different.

Some said he had transformation magic

Others said he had solid script magic

Few thought he had absolutely no magic at all

And het there was some who whispered that he was a celestial wizard

Marinette didn't give the rumors much thought

She was too busy getting to know her new guild mates

She made some great friends and even made up a team with Adrien (Gabriel's son), Alya, and Nino

They were a pretty good team

Adrien was an equip mage

He can summon different weapons and armor

Alya was a solid script mage

She can create create materials by writing words out in the air

And finally Nino was a sonic mage

He can produce and control sound waves and use it against enimies

They were called Team Adrien

Marinette joined their team a week after joining the guild

The three had already been a team before hand for a couple of years

So because of this Marinette felt like a stranger looking in sometimes

Either way they made a good team

Though they were a little destructive

Luckily for them Tikki can fix everything with her miraculous ladybug spell

They had a pretty good team for about a year than somebody new joined the guild

Her name was Lila Rossi and she was an illusionist mage

She claimed to be a great independent wizard and even was offered a spot at Justice League

She told stories about saving villages and people from evil wizards and monsters

Everybody was so amazed by her, but Marinette has her doubts

She couldn't explain it, but it was just a gut feeling, but Marinette tried to do her best to push that aside a welcome her with open arms

She even joined Team Adrien

And that's when stuff really went down hill for Marinette

Lila started to make sly remarks about Marinette and celestial wizards in general

Stuff like how she didn't really contribute to fights and instead just let her spirits do all the work

Even though Marinette fights whenever she can using her yoyo

Or how Marinette is the weakest on the team

Even though Marinette could now summon 2 spirits at once something most celestial spirits can't even dream of doing especially with golden keys

She tried to ignore it, but as time went on it hurt more and more

And when her friends started to join in she tried to change that

She started to try and cast star dress

Which would allow her to share her powers with her spirits

And gave her a cute outfit with that

Her team mates didn't seem to understand or appreciate her attempts to gain more strength

They started to leave her behind for missions

They cut her part of the rewards down claiming because she didn't do as much work as the rest if them so she doesn't deserves an equal amount of the reward

Sometimes they were just abandon her to finish a job by herself then demand their part of the reward even though Marinette did all the work

The final straw came after a very dangerous mission

They were going up against a dark wizard who was kidnapping young women and selling them them into the slave trade

They took the job because the reward money was ridiculous and a golden gate key

So the team decided to use Marinette as live bait

Because she would get such a great prize for the mission

Which she was okay with

And she was successful in luring him out and was going to fight him until she realized her yoyo was gone

She then checked her keys and they were gone too

Marinette panicked and tried to hold the dark wizard back the best she can while yelling for her teammates

They didn't show up

In a last ditch effort Marinette tried to use star dress magic

Marinette: STAR DRESS LADYBUG!

Marinette felt a rush of magic fall over her

It had work

She was now wearing a read flowie dress that fell a couple of inches above her knees with a black ribbon tied around her waist and black fingerless gloves

Her hair was now down with a red headband and black flats on her feet with a new red and black pock a dot yoyo

She used her new yoyo to tie the creep up and her team finally showed up

Marinette: WHERE WERE YOU GUYS AND WHO HAS MY KEYS?!?!

Alya: Chill girl Lila pointed out that the wizard wouldn't go after somebody with magic items on them so we just grabbed them before you left

Alya held out Marinette's keys and yoyo and Marinette snatched them out of her hands checking everything over

Marinette: THAT IS SOO STUPID!!! YOU GUYS ALMOST GOT ME KILLED OR WORST

Adrien: Calm down Marinette

Marinette: DON'T TELL ME TO CALM DOWN!

Lila *tearing up*: Come on Marinette we weren't that far away

Marinette: I DON'T WANT TO HEAR IT! I'M SO DONE WITH ALL OF YOU RIGHT NOW!

Alya: Stop being such bitch Marinette you're fine and look you finally did that stupid star dress thing you were trying to do

Nino: Yeah dudette if you're going to be like that maybe Lila should get that gate key instead of you.

Marinette just glared at the group and used Plagg to help her drag the wizard to the Grand Council gourds that were posted in the town

She dropped him off got the reward money and the gate key

It was the Key of Illusion Trixx

When her teammates asked where their shares were Marinette just glared at them again

The whole trip back was her team criticizing her about keeping the money for herself

Marinette remained silent during the whole ride back

When they got back to the guild Lila cried to anybody who would listen about how mean and selfish Marinette was for keeping the money

Marinette ignored her and walked up to Gabriel

Marinette: Sure I would like to resign from this guild

Gabriel: Are you sure Ms. Dupen-Cheng?

Marinette: Yes after today I don't feel welcomed her any more

Gabriel: Well it'll be a shame to lose a wizard with such assets. Are you sure about this?

Grabiel looked down at the keys rested on Marinette's hip before looking back at Marinette's eyes

Marinette: Yes I'm sure

Grabiel snapped his fingers and Natalie, his second in command, removes her guild mark

Marinette walked out of the guild receiving sneers and nasty remarks from her ex-guildmates

She walked out and never looked back

She went to her home town to live with her parents and help out with the backery

She needed a break from guilds and other wizards

So she and sometimes her spirits would help her parents out

Well Tikki, Wayzz and Trixx did Plagg mostly just ate all the cheese pastries

Marinette kept training though she even made it so she can do Dtar dress with Plagg and Wayzz

Her bound with Trixx wasn't strong enough to complete star dress with him yet

After a couple of months Marinette was walking through town when she bumped into 2 boys

Both boys had black hair and looked around the same age

But one had blue eyes and was paler than his partner whi had green eyes

Damian: Sorry miss but you'll have to come with use there's no time to lose

Damian grabbed Marinette's hands and continue running with his partner Jon

Marinette: What's going on?

Jon: We're wizards on a mission to stop a dark guild who's top members are currently chasing us, so we're trying to lead them away from the populated area to avoid casualties

Marinette: Okay there's a short cut to outside of town, This way!

Marinette pulled Damian down an alley with Jon following the 2

Marinette could hear the sounds of crashing at the entrance of the alley assuming it was the dark guild members

They burst out of the alley into the open field next to the town

They made it to the end of the field before they had to face the evil wizards

Marinette looked over the group of eight wizards

Each one looking tougher than the last

Damian: Get out of here miss we can take

Marinette: No way there are way to many people for the just the 2 of you

Jon: what can you do to help?

Hearing that lit a fire in Marinette

Marinette: This! Open gate of creation, Tikki!

Damian and Jon watch with surprise as Tikki appeared in front of them

Tikki: I'm here to help

Marinette: Tikki we're going against a team of dark wizards be ready for anything!

Damian: You're a cestial wizard?

Marinette: Yep and that's not all I can do. Star Dress Black Cat!

Marinette was surrounded by a bright light

When it faded she was wearing black combat boots with neon green thigh high socks

Black shorts with a neon green belt

And a black tank top with a hood attach that had cat ears on it, with the inside of the hood being neon green

Her hair was still in pigtails but now were resting in front of her shoulders

In her hands laid a bo staff

Damian in wonder and Jon a little scared: Wow

With Marinette's celestial magic, Jon's fire God-slaying magic, and Damian shadow dragon slaying magic they were able to take down the wizards with ease and soon all the dark wizards were capture

The group of teens handed over the wizards to the guards before they finally have a proper introduction

Marinette: I'm Marinette by the way, Marinette Dupen-Cheng.

Jon: Nice to meet you Marinette, I'm Jon Kent and this is my partner Damian Wayne

Damian grabbing Marinette's hand and kissing the back of it: It's a honor to meet such a powerful and kind wizard

Marinette blushing: O-oh I don't know about that, I'm not that powerful and anybody would have jumped in

Damian: I'm not so sure about that

Marinette ended up inviting the two back to the backery for a free lunch

They continue to talk just getting to know eachother

And a good amount of flirting went on between Marinette and Damian

They were laughing and joking around and Marinette felt like she gained something she lost when she left her team

They continue their conversation as they make it to the backery

Marinette introduces them to her maman and papa before taking them upstairs to make lunch for all of them

They continue to laugh and joke around and Damian insisted on helping Marinette cook

Jon: But you're an awful cook, you go around eating people's shadows before you cook.

Marinette: Eating shadows?

Damian *blushing*: Yes I'm a shadow dragon slayer, so when I get hungry I can eat shadows or darkness

Marinette: I thought all the dragon slayers were in the Justice League guild

Jon: Yeah that's our guild

Jon pulled down his shirt to show his blue guild mark which looked like a J and L put together with a star in the middle

Damian rolled up his sleeve to show his green guild mark on his left forearm

Marinette: You guys are a part of Justice League?!?! Oh no I must be holding you guys up! I'm so sorry!

Damian: Oh no, not at all! We're really not that busy! Right Jon

Damian gave Jon a pointed look as if it say not to upset the cestial mage

Jon: Right! We have plenty of time especially with the help you gave us today. We thought we would have to be here another week at least, thanks to you we can leave tomorrow

Marinette turning around to continue cooking: Well I'll be sorry to see you go

Damian grabbing Marinette and turning her around holding her by her shoulders: Then why don't you come with us? You said yourself you don't have a guild and you're way too talented just to stay here all your life

Marinette: I don't know I don't think I'm powerful enough to join Justice League

Damian: Are you crazy? You're more than powerful enough!

Jon jumping up: Yeah! And you can be apart of our team! If we stick together nothing can stand on our way!

Marinette still wasn't too sure until she felt her keys warm with encouragement from her spirits

Marinette: Okay I'll join you!

Damian and Jon smiled and Jon raised his hand for a high five, which Damian didn't reciprocate but Marinette did

Marinette turned back to continue cooking as Damian continue to pester her to help

Marinette finally relented and told him to chop the veggies

After lunch the two boys left for their hotel telling Marinette to meet them at the train station tomorrow at 11

That night Marinette told her parents her plans and they were over joyed for her

To them Marinette started to look like a cage bird staying in the bakery longing to spread her wings but start in a small cage

The next day Marinette packed up all her things and met the boys at the train station

The trip was long it felt even longer because poor Damian had motion sickness like all dragon slayers

At one point he ended up resting his head on Marinette's lap which seemed to help him a bit so Marinette's just let him stay there

As soon as the train stopped Damian perked up

They made it to the city of Gotham just in time for dinner

Jon dragged Damian and Marinette down the streets of Gotham determined to get her to join as soon as possible

Damian: Calm down Kent I want her to join just as badly as you do, but I don't think pulling her arm out of her socket will make her move any faster

Jon: I'm just so excited! Just wait until you meet everyone Marinette they'll love you! One of the guild master's mother was a celestial wizard like you, even owned Tikki before

Marinette: Guild Masters?

Damian: Yeah our guild instead of having only 1 master has 5. Because we have so many powerful members they felt it wouldn't be right for 1 person to have so much power, so instead we have 5

Marinette nodded her head in understanding

The rest of the walk to the guild was filled with Jon's babbling about Justice League and what Marinette could expect

When they made it to the front of the guild hall Marinette froze

All the bad memories from her old guild came flooding back

And with that all her worries about being accept came back with

Marinette was spiralling until she felt another hand engulf her smaller one

Marinette looked up to see Damian with a soft look on his face

Damian: Don't worry Angel you'll be great, and no matter what you'll have me and Jon right by your side

Marinette blushed at Damian's nickname for her looking over at Jon when she feels him take her other hand

Jon: He's right Mari you have us, no matter what

Marinette smiled squeezing the boys' hands before letting go of Jon's, but keeping a hold on Damian's hand

Not that he minded or planned on letting her hand go either

They opened the doors to the guild and found utter choas

There seemed to be some sort of brawl going on among the younger members

The guild hall was two stories and as Marinette looked up on the second floor she can see the older members of the guild calmly eating and chatting ignoring the antics of the younger members

Marinette stared as Damian and Jon maneuvered her around the guild pulling her down to avoid the bodies being thrown and Damian lifted her up to avoid one of the guild members who were sent skidding along the floor

They finally made it the bar area were Bruce Wayne, Clark Kent, and Diana Prince stood watching the choas

Damian: Hello Father I have brought a new wizard to join the guild

Dick from across the guild: WHAT?!?!

Tim from another part of the guild: DAMIAN BROUGHT A GIRL HOME!

The members cheered and Marinette and Damian stuttered saying it wasn't like that

But it was too late Damian got pulled into the chaos by his brother loudly protesting and somehow joining in the brawl

Bruce sighed: So you wish to join Justice League Ms...

Marinette: Marinette, Marinette Dupen-Cheng

Jon talking to Clark: And she's really powerful dad, she helped us take down that dark guild we were sent to stop

Diana: And what magic do you wield little one?

Marinette: I'm a celestial wizard and I can also preform star dress with some of my spirits

Diana impressed: And what keys to you have?

Marinette: I have a few silver one, the clock and the cross, and I have 4 golden keys, Tikki, Plagg, Wayzz, and Trixx. I can do star dress with all of the gold ones except Trixx out bond isn't strong enough yet.

Diana: That's very impressive. You know my mother used to hold Tikki's key before she retired and gave it to her dear friend Fu Cheng

Marinette smiling: He's my grandfather, sadly he passed a couple of years back.

Diana: I'm sorry to here about your lost, but if Fu entrusted you with Tikki and his other spirits you must be a powerful wizard. I vote we let her join

Marinette: Thank you

Clark: If my son says she's worthy that's all I need, I say yes to

The two guild masters looked over to Bruce waiting for his answer

Bruce: I can sense a large amount of magic and magic potential in you. It's a yes from me to, and since that makes a majority we are pleased to welcome you into Justice League. As soon as Damian escapes his brothers he can help give you a guild mark

Marinette looked around scanning for Damian giggling when she finds him in a tousle with 3 other boys who she assumes are his brothers

Dick was holding Damian in a headlock as Damian clung to Tim's back pulling his hair as Tim tried to pin Jason to the floor as Jason tried to pull Dick down with him

Jon laughing with her: Yeah those are our dragon slayers. You of course know Damian. Dick is the one putting him in the headlock, he's a light dragon slayer and a great acrobat. Damian probably gets along the best with him out of all his brothers. The boy who's getting his haired pulled out by Damian is Tim he's a lighting dragon slayer, but can also do solid script magic and barely sleeps. I swear one time I saw him eat straight coffee beans. Finally the boy with white streak in his hair trying to pull Dick down with him is Jason. He's a metal dragon slayer who prefers to use his magic to make weapons. He's the only one of the brothers who isn't on a specific team. He usually just tags along with whatever team he feels like or goes on solo missions.

Damian sensing Marinette staring at him looks towards her blushing

He shakes his brothers off him trying to make his way over to Marinette only to be stop by Jason

Jason grabbing Damian's waist: wait a moment Demon Spawn we're not done with you yet!

Damian thrashing around: Release me Todd!

Tim messing with Damian's hair: Aww are we embarrassing you in front of you girlfriend?

Damian: stop it Drake!

Dick stepping in: All right guys that's enough we don't want to ruin Hatchlings (a/n: Get it because they're dragon slayers) chances with his girlfriend

Damian finally breaks away from his brothers rushing over to Marinette and Jon

Damian: Sorry about that my brothers are idiots. How did it go?

Marinette: They said I could join, Mr. Wayne said you could help me with my guild mark

Damian: Of course come with me

Damian grabbed Marinette's hand pulling her towards a side room as Jon went to go talk to his brother Connor

Marinette decided to get a pink guild mark on the top of her right hand

Marinette seemed to fit right in with the rest of the guild

There was no adjustment period like with her old guild she seemed to be able to join in right away

She learned when a brawl was about to start up and how to avoid flung guildmates

Though Damian still insisted on lifting her over skidding bodies

She and Diana formed a close bound that started with Diana telling her stories about her mother and Tikki and it evolved in a mentor/mentee relationship

Marinette also joined Damian Nd Jon's team helping keep them focus on missions and stop the few fights that broke out between them

Sometimes Damian's brothers would "kidnap" Marinette to go on missions with them which usually lead to Damian running after them and Jon following Damian

Marinette became close friends with Dick's girlfriend Kori, Barabra, and Stephanie

They would sometimes go on girl only missions together

When they return they would often find Dick, Tim, and Damian sulking that they were left behind

That's the end of part 1, I hate to do this to you guys, but I learned there is a limited to dots and it's 250. I'll do a part 2 soon because there is still more to tell. Part 2

#maribat #daminette #marinette x damian #fairy tail au

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