#artxyra one-shots
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Desperate Shipping Calls for Desperate Measures
Pretending to like Adrien may have been the worst decision of her life.
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It started when their mothers, Sabine Cheng and Emilie Graham de Vanily, met when they attended university. They were roommates and best friends. They did everything together, from studying to going out to parties. It was all that mattered between the two. That was until they fell in love.
Sabine began dating the baker’s son, while Emilie found interest in a business mogul whose focus is fashion. The two couples slowly began doing everything together. Double dates were a common thing.
After graduation, the two couple went their separate ways. Gabriel went on to start his own fashion company while Emilie focused on her acting career. Tom and Sabine took their in-home bakery and turned it into a storefront. Yet, they still managed to make time for group events.
Everything was perfect for their little group until their businesses grew on international levels.
Sabine and Tom jumped to stardom after participating in a baking contest in England and joined other celebrities in the food industries, specifically the pastries.
The people loved when Emilie was on the big screen or stage, as Gabriel expanded on his fashion company, Gabriel Designs, despite its rocky startup.
Soon the family of twos welcomes their new members: Adrien and Marinette. Adrien was born several months before Marinette. Both heirs were smiling and babbling babies, filling the households with laughter and joy.
Growing up, the two would spend the day at each other’s homes when their parents were on business trips. They grew to see each other as brother and sister. Marinette had asked her parents about going to her big brother’s house, and when asked who was she talking about, with the brightest of smiles, she said Adrien. Sabine and Emilie cried together when they realized that their children had taken to calling each other siblings.
When Adrien and Marinette were five, their parents received an invitation to a Wayne Gala event in Gotham, New Jersey. It was their first time going to the United States.
Despite being strictly business, Sabine and Tom quickly became friends with a Mr. Bruce Wayne. Though to Marinette, it was an opportunity to gain new siblings. Dickie and Tim Tam slowly became frequently used names in her vocabulary. Sadly, Adrien felt jealous of the two and entered a competition regarding Marinette’s favorite brother.
All was fine until Mari met the latest addition to the Wayne family when she was close to ten. Damian Wayne.
He wasn’t like the others, and she had met plenty of the adopted and non-adopted Waynes over the years. He was rude, always looking like he was out to get the world. His posture was always tense, almost like nobility. However, what Damian never expected was her determination.
She had the utmost pleasure in breaking through to the older boy. Her challenge every time she visited was to get him to laugh. She didn’t exceed.
When Adrien met the young Wayne, he screamed and hid behind Marinette, who (at the time) was taller than the two boys. Adrien hugged Mr. Kitten, his stuffed black cat, like a lifeline until Alfred had called the three kids for lunch. He swears that Damian could see through into his soul. Marinette believes that Adrien’s reaction was from Damian unknowingly placing his dominance.
Reaching their pre-teen and early teen years, Damian took a liking to Marinette and had developed a crush on her. His older siblings found it hilarious when they caught the apathetic teen lightly blushing at any mention of the Parisian girl. So, of course, they had a ball in making it their job to embarrass their young brother.
Unfortunately, a family loss disrupted the Agreste household. Emilie had fallen ill and suddenly disappeared from the face of the earth. Gabriel didn’t know how to deal with the loss.
So to prevent endangering his son’s lifestyle, he ended up giving the Dupain-Cheng household temporary custody of Adrien until he figured out his next move. However, the custody move didn’t sit well with members of Emilie’s family, despite being the best move for Adrien.
After the custody transition, that was the last time anyone had seen Gabriel Agreste in public. Thankfully, Adrien had plenty of surrogate siblings and family to help him through the loss of his mother, but he also ended up losing his father in the process.
Months before Adrien and Marinette entered 8th grade, Damian has worked up the courage to ask Marinette out on a date. His actions surprised everyone, as they thought he would have waited until they were in high school (lycée).
Once the shock wears off, Marinette smiles, wrapping her arms around the taller boy’s neck. Her boys had grown to be taller, even if it was by a couple of centimeters. Everyone around them suspects that they’ll be at least 5’8” to 6’2” while Marinette would grow to be Sabine’s height at best. Not that they would mention that in front of Marinette. The little lady has a unique way of turning her sweet words into threats.
Despite their ages, the media went wild, sending the couple celebratory announcements online the second a reporter reportedly leaked an intimated image to the press. No, it wasn’t something sexual; it was a photo taken out of context. Which, surprisingly, was photographed a week before Damian and Marinette made it official. The couple’s parents promise their kids a normal relationship thinking nothing of the media interference.
It was all fine and dandy until the first day of school. Marinette and Adrien received their Miraculous within the hour of each other. But before that, Marinette knew that this would be Adrien’s first time in a public school, so she thought of a harmless prank.
Adrien was to play the oblivious friend, using Chloé as his alibi. Marinette took on the role of the clumsy, babbling, do-gooder friend. It was supposed to be for laughs and last at best until the spring holiday.
However, not even a day after they started college, Marinette had become friends with the new girl, an aspiring journalist. She’ll quickly soon regret that as what she didn’t count for was Alya’s determination.
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“I’m fine, Dami,” Marinette says to Damian over video chat. Her attention was nowhere on her computer screen but a mannequin with a work-in-progress outfit. Adrien, in the same room with her, was being no help.
Damian raises an eyebrow. Marinette scowls and states, “I’m serious. They cannot bring me down, especially after this week.”
“She’s lying.” Adrien sings from his position on the chaise. In his hand is a wrapped-up croissant. Marinette turns to the blonde model (he’s taking a bite out of his pastry) and glares at him. Adrien stops eating and stares back at her with a what expression. Marinette rolls her eyes and returns to her project.
“If you ever feel like your sanity is lost, I will gladly put a sword through her if she doesn’t stop.” Marinette turns to Damian with an eyebrow raised. Her lips purse together, she’s thinking.
“I didn’t know you like crazy. At this rate, my sanity will be gone before graduation. And, if you haven’t placed a sword through her, I’m sure Luka would.” Marinette pauses. “Though, not with a sword. Maybe a guitar string.”
“Lulu would rather give up his ability to speak, than lose a guitar string.” Adrien interrupts. Marinette ignores him and begins to stitch together pieces of fabric.
Damian quickly chuckles. The three return to what they were doing, each talking when bored or necessary.
“Well, your lunch is ending soon, same time tonight, your time?” Marinette states, pulling her focus away from the outfit and onto the clock. On her face is a sad smile hidden by a soft smile on her face.
“Father will understand if I ditch the other half a day.” Adrien obnoxiously coughs in the background. Damian tsk.
“Dames…” Marinette turns to her computer.
Damian smiles fondly at her. The two share a chuckle. “I’ll go, Angel.” Damian folded. “Are we still on for tomorrow’s date night?”
“I would be crazy if I said it wasn’t.” Marinette waves goodbye to the small screen. The screen goes black, signaling the end of the call.
“So, Maribug, what are we going to do about Alya?” Adrien asks; before Marinette could reply, both of their phones dings. Adrien looks down and sees the call-id, “It’s Nino; he’s asking if I want to hang out with him and Alya tomorrow.”
Marinette sighs and sends a quick reply. She doesn’t look up from her phone when she responds. “Alya texted me about wanting to hang out with her rather than Nino.”
A beat passed, and realization set in their minds.
Together they state, “She’s setting us up again.” Groans follow through.
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Two weeks of planning all come down to this.
It had to work; there was no way that it wouldn’t. Alya Cesaire, the Ladyblogger, was determined to make her favorite ship, Adrienette, a reality before the end of the school year, which was coming up fast. Ever since they met in college, Marinette, not once, managed to work up the confidence to ask out the blonde model.
And what kind of friend is she for not helping her best friend get the guy? A bad one. Considering this is why she is staging her latest plan for Operation Adrienette at the Place des Vosges.
Almost everyone –that was once a part of the akuma class– sits on the green pasture, waiting for information. Alya, however, stands on a makeshift podium front and center with Lila by her side. She points to the easel with a large poster board.
“Here’s the plan. We all know that graduation is coming up soon, and I tend to make it my legacy to ensure that Adrienette becomes a reality. I have done too much for it not to happen. They have ditched us for the last time, and I planned to end that this week.” Alya states, pretending to be heartbroken. She places her hand over her heart and shakes her head. Lila awkwardly pats on Alya’s back. She stops when Alya continues to talk.
Lila couldn’t help but notice that Chloé and Juleka were missing from the meeting, and she was 90% sure that it wasn’t by design.
When she came into their class, she didn’t want Adrienette to happen. Adrien was her best bet to gain attraction due to his connection to Gabriel Designs. She, of course, tried everything within her power to make Marinette look bad, but when she tried to get Marinette expelled from college, she found out there was more to the story than a simple crush.
Adrien came up to her during their photoshoot and practically threatened her. The message was clear: stop messing with his sister or else. She got the picture well after that encounter. Since that encounter, she made a deal with the duo, learning that there was no romantic attraction between them– just mischief.
The reason for Lila being at the park is mainly for Alya’s sake. She could care less about the plan and would have preferred a spa day with her mother. That and the rest of them are still her puppets, so she must continue playing the supportive friend.
Alya mutters something under her breath before stating, “I’m still salty about the last plan.” That statement piques the interest of her audience.
“They were supposed to have a romantic time at the ice rink, and nothing came of it. All they did was skate around the rink for a couple of hours. The most they did as a couple was drinking hot chocolate. Drinking hot, mother-freaking, chocolate. The closest intimacy I saw was a kiss on the cheek.” Alya pauses, trying to recollect herself.
“This time– I’m planning a romantic dinner where Nino and I would ditch the two for another booth. That way they are forced to interact with each other.”
“What are we, we meaning you, going to do if that backfires?” Rose raised her hand, inputting her concerns.
“I– uh– we don’t expect it to.” Alya confidently states, slapping her presentation stick in her hand.
It was a Friday night– aka the very next day– when the plan commenced.
Adrien had agreed to meet up with Nino and Alya for whatever they had planned. He ended up dressing up at the request of Alya, as she was blowing up his phone under Nino’s contact name. Not that he minds, but after the third text, it was annoying.
When he appeared at the restaurant, Adrien had a look of disinterest. To which Alya ignores downgrading it to nerves.
Alya hangs off of Nino’s arms, smiling at the model. It was creeping him out, but Adrien didn’t want to seem rude, so he smiled back.
“Why are we so dressy? If this was meant to be a simple outing with friends?” He asks even though he knew the answer already.
“We’re waiting for Marinette. She’d promised me that she’ll be here in a moment.” Alya deflects the question, “Might I say, Adrikins, you look nice in that suit of yours.” She looks elsewhere, no doubt to find Marinette. “Ah, there she is. Marinette!” She waves down Marinette, who looks irritated more than anything.
Marinette walks over to the group.
Adrien gasps, causing Alya to smile smugly at Nino. Her plan is working. Nino continues to watch the two in wonder.
Adrien’s gasps were at what Marinette was wearing. She’s wearing a v-necked checkered red and black patterned T-shirt dress with Gotham’s vigilante Robin’s icon in the upper right corner and thick heel ankle boots.
“Hey gurl, glad you can join us.” Alya pulls away from Nino, giving the poor teen his arm back. Nino then formally greets Adrien with a side-bro hug and an awkward smile.
“It’s not like I had a choice, Alya,” Marinette murmurs, but Alya heard it anyway. The blogger pulls her best friend closer.
“Of course, you did. Look you’re already here, and let’s go get to our seats.” Alya pushes Marinette towards the door and gestures for Adrien and Nino to follow.
However, before the two reach the door, Alya whispers, “Now’s your chance. Go get your man, gurl.” To which Marinette stutters out of embarrassment.
Before they were seated, Marinette noticed the two-seat table. Like that didn’t raise any red flags about this evening. In all honesty, she thought it was a double date–one table and the four of them hanging out. Then again, she should have known better.
There were only two chairs. Alya pushes for Marinette and Adrien that take that table. All this despite their outcries. She and Nino grab another table on the opposite side of the restaurant.
From where Alya sat, Marinette and Adrien both looked very comfortable. That’s a great sign. When the waiter came over, that’s where everything slowly began to fall apart.
The waiter asked the brother-sister duo if they needed anything. Marinette asks for water, and Adrien states that he’s just a stand-in. The waiter didn’t question it and walked away to get Marinette’s drink.
Alya and Nino had ordered their meals, but Adrienette had not. Marinette’s calmly sipping her water all while making conversation with Adrien. Alya was slowly getting fed up with the lack of couple-ly actions between the two. She would have stalked over there had Nino not been holding her back.
At the peak of Alya’s frustration, it all came crashing down. A tall, tan, sleek dark-haired gentleman suddenly walks over to the table. He coughs into his fist. Adrien immediately gives up his seat, but instead, Marinette gets out of her seat to hug the man. Adrien smiles at the two.
Alya sits at her table flabbergasted. Marinette had the audacity to kiss the unknown male on the lips before wishing Adrien out.
Adrien had the nerve to turn to Alya, smirking. He winks at her before walking towards the entrance and out of the restaurant.
Marinette and the male happily held hands across the table and chatted. When the waiter returned a couple of minutes later, Marinette placed her order. The waiter wasn’t surprised to see the new face.
Alya watches as the couple happily eats, seething. Anger could not describe what she was feeling. Who was this guy, and how dare he hijack a date she’d been planning for weeks? Weeks! When Nino finally gave his okay, it was after Marinette and her mystery date had left the restaurant. He will never admit that his reasoning was because the guy screams dangerous. Alya wanted to scream and shout. Scream to the heavens to let out all the anguish she was suffering from Adrienette and scream at Marinette for daring to bring another guy in while she has a crush on Adrien.
She must break them up. Consequences be damned.
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Alya didn’t see Marinette or Adrien for the rest of the weekend. It was not because she was busy, no. But because when she tried to reach them, they ignored her. The Ladyblogger visited the patisserie only to discover that Marinette was not home. Where was she? It’s not like Marinette to go off the grid.
Alya was a crazy mess when she returned to the classroom that following Monday morning. She was surrounded by her very curious classmates wondering how the date went. Is Adrienette finally a couple? How did the date go? The pressuring amount of questions nearly caused Alya to have another breakdown.
Keeping her cool, to which Alya did a fantastic job. Or that was until she was just about to answer the questions when Marinette and Adrien walked through the doors. All coolness goes out the window.
“You, how could you? Do you have any idea what I had to go through to get you that date?” Alya shouts at the designer as if it;’s her fault for all her problems. She would have gotten into her face if it wasn’t for Lila holding her back.
Marinette raises an eyebrow; she quickly turns to Adrien, who shrugs and sits beside Nino.
“Well?” Marinette turns to Alya, who couldn’t get a read on the designer.
Marinette squares up to her former friend; sighing, Marinette shakes her head.
“I didn’t ask to be set up with Adrien, Alya. Nor did I have ever had a crush on him. At first, it was hilarious, but now… it’s impacting both our love life.” Marinette explains before taking her seat in the back.
“Love life? Marinette, you are destined to be with Adrien. Have been since the two of you first met in this classroom several years ago.” Alya screeches, but her cries go unheard by the two siblings.
“Maybe you should cool it, Alya. Class is about to start.” Lila states, tugging on her friend’s arm. Alya looks at the clock on the wall and scowls, cursing the bell.
The teacher walks in and demands the class to sit down. Alya turns to Marinette and mouths, “This is not over,” to which Marinette shrugs and absently sketches in her notebook.
Alya couldn’t get a one-on-one conversation with Marinette at the school. She, of course, is infuriated. So, she planned for another meeting in the Place des Vosges that following weekend. However, this time on her way to the park, she saw something she didn’t want to see.
Andre’s ice cream cart was in the area, and Marinette just so happens to be walking hand in hand with the same male from the failed date attempt. They were looking all lovey-dovey and stuff. What was worse was the ice cream flavors (colors). It practically matched Adrien’s from when they last had Andre’s ice cream as a group. Alya growls, her face turning red from the heat of her anger. That’s it; the gloves are on now.
“I have called you all here because it has come to my attention that all my hard work is going unnoticed. Marinette has had the audacity to be around another man knowing that Adrien is her forever. That ends today.” Alya states, standing in front of the remaining members of team Adrienette, practically the majority of her classmates. They whisper amongst themselves, unsure how to answer the reporter.
Alya nods, knowing her plan is working, “Our job for the next couple of days is to take incriminated photos of Marinette. I need to gather as much evidence to break up our gurl and this supposed boyfriend of hers.”
There is a pause. The silent question for suggestions lingers amongst them.
“Oh, I’ve seen Marinette with these two men lately outside of school. I think there’s something going on between them. You don’t think she’s going something scandalous, do you?” Lila lies through her teeth, but who was she to turn down a good opportunity for drama. Sure, she already knows the truth, but Alya didn’t know that.
“Someone that isn’t this suppose boyfriend of hers?” Alya pushes with a mischief glint in her eyes.
Lila nods, still feigning innocents. It’s not like she’s hurting anyone. Though, she might be hurting herself in the long run once Marinette finds out what she did.
“Good. That is excellent news.” Alya clasps her hands.
———
It wasn’t excellent news. It wasn’t at all.
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The first attempt was a disaster in the making. Alya didn’t think it through for several reasons. A couple of days after the meeting, she and Nino had noticed that Marinette was spending more time with Marc. They hadn’t seen the boyfriend in a while, which to them was perfect.
Every day, Marinette met up with Marc during lunch. The two consistently talked, though Marinette was sketching something in her sketchbook. And whenever Alya gets near them, Marinette closes her sketchbook and dismisses her.
Since Nathaniel was the closest to Marc, she sent him to take the photos and investigate. Let’s just say the results were not in his favor.
It turns out that Marc was commissioning a scarf with a matching tablet cover for Nathaniel. Their anniversary was coming up. Marc wasn’t happy; he was furious when Nathaniel told him. Marinette was his friend; how dare he try and use him for something so pitiful.
It finally dawned on Alya that everyone in the school knew that Marc and Nathaniel were in an item. And since Marinette is a designer, she works with lots of people regardless of gender, so of course, she would hang around other males.
Realizing that she’ll have to be picky with her choices on ways to make Marinette look like a cheater, she had to dig deep. Luka? She’ll have to save him for the last resort. Alya still remembers the last conversation she and Marinette had over Luka. The latter was head over heels for the musician.
Alya couldn’t have been more frustrated than she we tried to go through with her second attempt. For a week, Marinette was with her boyfriend and close friends. Weren’t they close friends?
Anyone around Alya could see the invisible tick marks across the reporter’s head.
“Alya? Are you okay?” Her teeth grind together at the question Marinette had asked her during class. It was no secret that her pencil broke into two. She smiles back at Marinette and asks: what her plans are for the weekend. To add salt to her aching mind, Marinette says, she was spending time with Adrien and Luka. Uh– what?
It was a lie.
With her phone in hand and her supporters behind her, Alya followed Marinette throughout Paris. Only to find out that Marinette was not spending any time with Adrien and Luka but with Chloé and Kagami instead. Sure, Marinette was also into girls, and it could have played well into her plan. But Alya feared Kagami putting a blade through her more.
Back to the planning board.
Alya lost count of how many attempts she had gone through before resorting to one of her last options–Luka Couffaine. He was perfect. Well, not perfect, but he and Marinette had chemistry. That has to count for something. Right?
Holding her head high, she approaches the one person she hasn’t seen during their group meetings. When was the last time the two of them spoke? It couldn’t have been that long ago. Could it?
“Hey, Juleka…” Her voice lingers, feigning innocence.
“No.” Juleka didn’t even face her. Rude.
“C’mon, he’ll agree to do it if you’re the one asking. Please, Jules.”
Juleka huffs, rolling her eyes and placing a strand of her hair behind her ear. “I’ll see what I can do, but don’t blame me for the outcome. Also, don’t call me Jules.”
Alya smiles cheekily, not realizing the fault in her plan.
The next day, Juleka struts up to her and states, “Yeah…, I forgot to mention that Luka is in a committed relationship. Sorry.”
“What!” The reporter’s voice echoes in the school’s hallways. Her voice alone created an opening in the halls as she ran after Juleka once the shock wore off.
There had to be something better. Bigger. Yeah, something bigger that would break up the couple. It couldn’t be normal– it had to be perfect.
After everything she went through to stage Marinette as a cheater to her so-called boyfriend, Alya finally struck gold.
It was a victory that no one would have expected. That’s because it had happened randomly. On a whim, in fact. Nino had suggested that they go on a stress relief night stroll.
They had caught Marinette in the streets, leaving a building with two unknown men. The two men appeared older and more dangerous (well, one of them at least). The one with a white-streaked in his hair offered Marinette his jacket. She takes it.
Alya had to double-check with Nino to confirm that neither of them had ever seen the two males before in Paris. With a firm nod, the reporter knew she had the perfect story.
Grabbing her phone and opening the camera, she began to work her magic.
Instead of posting the images immediately, Alya followed the three, gathering as much incriminating evidence for her plan to come together.
Too bad her peers didn’t think the same. Anyone familiar with Marinette knew had seen the two males and Marinette from time to time. The two males were regulars at Marinette’s family bakery and have been for years. To them, the gossip from the akuma class meant very little.
Despite having several incriminating footage and photos, Alya favors the video where the three subjects are in the park throwing a frisbee. One of the males came up behind Marinette and spun her around before placing a kiss on her cheek. Marinette giggles, then return the gesture with a kiss on the cheek before grabbing the frisbee out of his hand and tossing it to the other.
Downloading the edited video, Alya knew this would be her masterpiece. She was ready to take on the world. All she needed was the perfect opportunity.
She didn’t have to wait long.
Alya had caught Marinette and the alleged boyfriend sitting underneath a tree at Place des Vosges. Marinette was sitting between his legs, sketching something down in her sketchbook. The perfect couple’s picture.
Alya ignores Nino’s disagreeing outcries to races across the street.
Approaching the couple confidently, Alya states the following, “Your girlfriend here is a cheating bitch.”
Marinette stops sketching and turns to her boyfriend, then back to Alya. She doesn’t say a word, probably cussing out Alya in her head.
Alya freezes. She’s unsure what to think about the lack of emotions showing between the couple.
“What makes you think that of my beloved.” The male asks, raising an eyebrow.
Marinette made no moves to leave her spot, though she does start to pack up her things.
Refinding her confidence, Alya pulls a power move, “I got evidence.”
He didn’t seem convinced.“Pray tell.”
Alya digs into her purse, pulls out her phone, and touches the screen furiously.
Finding what she was looking for, she held the phone to the boyfriend’s face.
“Do you mind if I–“
“Yes, everything in this fold proves my point.”
He takes his time examining the evidence. Leaving little to no facial expressions.
A minute passed. Then another. Maybe she can win this, and her Adrienette ship will be sailing by the end of the day.
A sigh exits his lips as he pushes the phone into Marinette’s hand. Her eyes widen.
Oh!
Marinette coughs, trying to hide her awkward snickering.
Another pregnant silence. The scrolling continues.
“So that’s why they were here. I really need to place boundaries on those idiots.” He says thoughtfully.
“Don’t you dare.” Marinette counters, playfully hitting the male’s chest. “I actually enjoy spending time with them.”
Ah, what? Hundreds of questions began to arise within the blogger’s mind.
“Your poor skills in journalism, seemed to caught my Habibti with my idoitic older brothers. Those photos that you have of them are without consent. That video of them has poorly used VFX. I could press charges against you on their behalf.”
“I give credit where it’s due, Alya, this might be your best attempt yet.” Marinette states, standing up to pat the blogger on her back. “Did Lila put you up to this?”
“Wha–?” A squeak exits Alya’s lips.
“If Rossi did, she wouldn’t be stupid enough to cross a Wayne and Agreste.” The dark-haired male mutters.
“Damian…” Marinette sighs, rolling her eyes. “Don’t be too hard on her. Rossi’s just as much as a player in this little game of ours than most.”
“Lila? Game? Player?” Alya was losing every ounce of confidence she had.
“Hey Mars, look who I found.” Adrien hollers from afar.
“Dude…” Nino? How she could have forgotten her boyfriend. Alya scurries over to Nino to be in his arms. Maybe having his presence will save everything.
“Hey Nino, long time no see.” Marinette greets the DJ as Damian grunts sending Adrien a look of acknowledgment.
“What am I, chopped liver?” That voice was too familiar.
Not wanting to add fuel to this trainwreck, Alya refused to look up.
Her stubbornness got the best of her. She looked over and saw Adrien standing hand-in-hand with Luka. Since when were they that closed?
Adrien rests his head against Luka’s chest, giving Marinette a warm smile. There’s hope for her ship.
That ended with a single kiss. The blogger screams. How could all this go so wrong? Just yesterday, everything was like it was at the start of their 8th-grade year. And now, it was a loaded mess.
“Dude when did this happened?” Thank kwami for Nino.
Adrien rubs the back of his neck, sending Nino a sheepish smile.
“For a while now, but not as long as Marinette has been with Damian. Those two have been dating since Mars’s thirteenth birthday and been going strong ever since.” Marinette hums as Damian kisses her cheek. She’s practically glowing.
“But…but,” Alya stutters. Her brain could not comprehend the situation.
Marinette steps in front of Alya and looks her dead in the eyes.
“Alya, dating Adrien would be like dating my brother. Which practically it is, considering we’ve been friends since we were in diapers.” Marinette then adds more fuel to the fire, “You and the class would have noticed had you not been set on this Adrienette ship.”
Adrien also decided to add in his two cents. “Yeah, a simple search online and you would see photos of Mari and me at galas, movie premieres, fashion shows. She and Damian have been in news coverage from the first time they announce their relationship to their recent engagement announcement.” Marinette blushed at the thought of the now visible giant ring on her ring finger.
“Alya, in a different universe I would proudly be Adrien’s girlfriend,” There’s a pause, a false moment of hope, “But it’s not this universe.”
Her knees gave in. If it wasn’t for Nino, Alya would have hit the ground. She watches the nearly engaged couple walk out of the park and in the direction of the bakery. A string of unidentifiable words leaves her lips in mumbles.
“Better luck next time, Alya,” Adrien smiles before he and Luka follow the two, but not without waving goodbye to Nino.
Alya remained lost for words.
Her ship will never become canon. All her hard work was for nothing–a false dream. Breaking free of Nino’s grasp, she falls onto the green pastures.
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Rewrite of Request #19.
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Maribat MASTERLIST ~ Pg1
Maribat Masterlist. (Updated: Feb 22, 2019)
Page1 > [Daminette December Masterlist]
by @ozmav
Damian Wayne ~ AO3
Damian Always Answers The Phone When Marinette Calls
Damian Wayne:Most Overprotective Spouse/Father in BatFam HC
Daminette HC
Finding Out ~ AO3
Heroes and Villains ~ AO3
Jason VS Adrien ~ AO3
JL Reaction to Daminette
Lucky Bug & The Rogues ~ AO3
Kagami Meets Damian ~ AO3
MariDami Pitch
Of Sleepy Bugs & Worried Birds ~ AO3
Phone Calls ~ AO3
Puzzles & Luck ~ AO3
Quality Time/Moments ~ AO3
Question Of A Lifetime ~ AO3
Teen Titans HC
Wine Aunts AU/HC
by @18-fandoms-unite-08
I Didn’t Know I Needed You When You Needed Me
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3
Prompts [Masterlist]
Decision ~ The Demonic Duo ~ Myself, I Will Focus On ~ A Sign ~ I’ve Missed You ~ Wounds ~ It’s Not Your Fault ~ Blood ~ Please Tell Me ~ It’s Been A While, Hasn’t It? ~ Friend Zoned, Hard Zoned ~ I’m Not The One To Blame ~ I Don’t Care, Not Anymore
by @2sunchild2
A Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into
A Pen Pal’s Advice in Butt Kicking
Betrothed AU [Prompt]
Bird Watching
Daminette AU:Slow Burn
Daminette AU: The Disneyland Tragedy
Daminette God AU
Genderbend!Daminette
Facetime Failure
Happy Birthday Disaster
Hostage [Prompt]
I Can Get You A Date With One of Them [Prompt]
Just Watch:Daminette AU
Male!MarixDamian [Prompt]
Retro was Always in Style
They Just Don’t Know You Songfic
Totally A Duo [Jasonette]
Treasure
When Karma Bites Back
by @7701deathlyhalfbloodprincess
Miracles In Gotham ~ AO3
Prologue ~ CH1
by @a-la-la-llama
Daminette Song Fic ~ The One Where Marinette Steals The Batmobile
Aged Up Daminette
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3
Blueberry Maribat
Pt1 ~ Pt2
by @a-marlene-s
BioDad!Bruce + Male!Mari
Jason Is Very Picky With Who’s He’s Soft For [Jasonette]
Tall!Mari/Short!Damian
Futuristic Miraculous [TerRi]
Pt1 ~ Pt2
Gotham Nine-Nine [Timari] (collab with ladylucina28)
Background ~ Ranks ~ Preferred Drink of Choice ~ Mari’s Thoughts on G99
CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3
Lady Noir And Red Robin [Timari]
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3
I Nearly Got Ran Over By The Batmobile: Twitter AU
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4
Unknown Reality [Jasonette]
Preface ~ Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5
by @akalei
Ladybug Young Justice
Masterpost ~ Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6
by @alexiessan
Never Alone ~ AO3
Masterlist ~ CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4 ~ CH5 ~ CH6 ~ CH7 ~ CH8 ~ CH9
by @ali-kitkat
Audacity ~ AO3
CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4
Fear Toxin ~ AO3
Hisses & Scratches
CH1
Summer Gardenia (Valentine’s Special)
Pt1
The Bat’s and Bug’s Prank War Series ~ AO3
The Beginning Of The End ~ The Plot of Revenge ~ Marinette’s Revenge
What’s A Sham? Our Childhood ~ AO3
CH1 ~ CH2
by @alycesaysno
Beyond Miraculous ~ AO3
CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4 ~ CH5 ~ CH6 ~ CH7
by @amlesi
Don’t Lie ~ Trust Me
by AnonymousWriter15
Birds And Butterflies ~ AO3
by @aquariusrunes
BatFam Meets MLB Meets Edna Mode
The Superfriends AU
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt2.5 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 ~ Pt9 ~ Pt10 ~ Pt11
by @arsaem
Marinette’s Balcony Club
OG Post ~ Pt1 ~ Pt2
by @artxyra [MASTERLIST]
Daminette AU Idea
TA Marinette - DC Version
The Robin’s Angel
Thief!Marinette
Untitled Piece #1
Another DC TA Marinette Story
Pt1 ~ Pt2
Daminette Twins AU
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5
ML X DCs Titans AU
Timeline ~ Prologue ~ Pt1
Lost In Paris
Pt1
Psychologist Marinette AU
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3
by @aserniccatnip
Lady Light
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3
by @autumnray
Swapped Lives
Pt1 ~ Pt2
by @bannananorie
Marinette Todd AU
1 ~ 2 ~ 3 ~ 4 ~ 5 ~ 6 ~ 7 ~ 8 ~ 9
by @bb-basbusa
BioDad!Bruce Wayne
I Want You Back (Based on miraculous-of-salt story)
Pt1 ~ Pt2
by @black-streak
Little Pistol
Prologue ~ Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4
Saturday Night’s Alright For Fighting [Timari]
Masterlist ~ Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 ~ Pt9 ~ Pt10 ~ Pt11 ~ Pt12 ~ Pt13 ~ Pt14
Waiting For The Worms [Jasonette]
Masterlist ~ Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 ~ Pt9 ~ Pt10 ~ Pt11 ~ Pt12 ~ Pt13 ~ Pt14 ~ Pt15 ~ Pt16 ~ Pt17 ~ Pt18 ~ Pt19 ~ Pt20 ~ Pt21 ~ Pt22
Prompts
A Challenge for Batman ~ Animalistic Tenencies ~ Babe’s First Murder [Jasonette] ~ Birthday Worth Remembering ~ Breathe ~ Coffee Themed Akuma ~ Employee!Mari ~ Espresso ~ Guardian!Mari ~ Lasso Of Truth [Dickinette] ~ Multimouse!Mari ~ Perfectly Planned ~ Pick-up Line ~ Pregnant!Mari [Jasonette] ~ Revenge ~ Syren Incident (1 ~ 2 ~ 3) ~ Timari Proposal (1 ~ 2) ~ WalMart Shopping [Pre-Dickinette]
Maribat March
D1 ~ D2 ~ D3 ~ D4 ~ D5 ~ D6 ~ D7 ~ D8 ~ D9 ~ D10 ~ D11 ~ D12 ~ D13 ~ D14 ~ D15 ~ D16 ~ D17 ~ D18 ~ D19 ~ D20 ~ D21 ~ D22 ~ D23 ~ D24 ~ D25 ~ D26 ~ D27 ~ D28 ~ D29 ~ D30 ~ D31
by @blooming-rose-writings
MLB X DC Spiderverse AU
Info ~ Pt1
by @bonbonbun-luna
Youtuber AU
Alone In Paris
CH1 ~ CH2
by @bravescribbles
Power Couple
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5
by @cadenceh2o
Broken Hearts And Empty Ones
Love Story Daminette
Hogwart Daminette AU
CH1~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4 ~ CH5 ~ CH6 ~ CH7 ~ CH8 ~ CH9 ~ CH10
Lordbug, Robin and Kitty Noir
CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4 ~ CH5 ~ CH6 ~ CH7 ~ CH8 ~ CH9 ~ CH10 ~ CH11
MLBDC AU
Pt1 ~ Pt2
by @caffeinetheory
Steph And Mari Meet [SpoilBug]
Investigation Games [Timari]
CH1
Safe House AU [LadyArrow]
Ideas ~ CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4
Jasonette Prompts
Everything Stays(1) ~ There’s Gotta Be A Reason(2) ~ Flower Shop AU ~ Nighttime Cuddles
LadyArrow Prompts
I Can’t Do This Anymore ~ Wayne Gala
Timari Prompts
School AU ~ Coffee Shop AU ~ Soulmate AU
Timari Week
D1 ~ D2 ~ D3 ~ D4 ~ D5 ~ D6 ~ D7
Maribat Monday
1 ~ 2-Promises ~ 3-Blackout ~ 4-Celebration ~ 5-Under The Sea ~ 6-Heartfelt ~ 7-Protection
by @calliopeia
Love Alarm
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 ~ Pt9
On The Other Side Of The Mirror ~ AO3
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5
Next Time You Ask A Favor, Make Sure It Won’t Kill Me [Timari] ~ AO3
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5
by @carrisarune
Fairy Wings AU
The Beginning ~ What Happens Next
by @cassiopeiathequeen
A Different Kind Of Green
Frayed Edges And Forgotten Love
Girlfriend Troubles [Marijon]
I’ll Start Now [TimxChloe]
If I Could Tell Her [Jasonette]
Maritime Madness [Jasonette]
My Secret Santa [Roy/Mari/Jay]
Please Don’t Take My Sunshine Away [Wallynette] ~ AO3
Rewrite The Stars Songfic [Jasonette]
Wait, Wait, You’re My Kid? [Timari] ~ AO3
A Pocket Knife and A Gun [Jasonette] ~ AO3
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3
Birthday Shenanigans (Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ AO3)
Can We Keep Him? [Jasonette] ~ AO3
CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4 ~ CH5 ~ CH6
Let Me Hold Your Heart [Dickinette]
Pt1
Ocean Eyes And Saltwater Tears [Timari] ~ AO3
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3
The Friendship of a Ladybug and a Zombie
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7(1 ~ 2) ~ Pt8
The Thread We Share ~ AO3
CH1(Pt1 ~ Pt2) ~ CH2 ~ CH3
by @chocolate1721
Bunny Mobile ~ Dick Stuck In A Banana ~ Gala ~ Marinette’s Revenge
by @chloe-bourgeois-is-big-gay
Chlo’s Maribat One-Shots ~ AO3
Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 ~ Pt9
Paris is Overrated Anyway ~ AO3
Pt1 ~ Pt2
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Since When Did Damian Get A Girlfriend, Let Alone A Fiancée?
Damian never pictured himself being the type of guy to walk along the Seine with his beloved at three o’clock in the morning on a Saturday. A lot of people would laugh at the thought of Gotham’s Ice Prince doing something so romantically frivolous. Yet, love can change a person for the better or worse.
He had met his beloved through a pen pal program that his school had offered for those in the foreign language program. Grayson had signed him up for the program against his brother’s wishes. All done under the impression that this will help the young Wayne with socializing.
Damian didn’t realize that he would meet his match at the age of twelve. Their relationship started off rocky at best. He didn’t want anything to do with the program, so he tried everything possible to get her to change penpals. Unbeknown to him, she was able to match his harshness with her drive to make him laugh.
Over time their relationship slowly transpires into something more.
He was there when she was massively crushing on the person she now views as a baby-older brother. Then kept her sane when her college (middle school) years turn for the worse. She was there to listen and respect his choice, unlike some people he knows. His beloved knew just how to walk him through moments he was genuinely unsure how to handle, such as Christmas presents and panic attacks.
And now, she means the world to him. Her smile, her laugh, her determination are all things that he loves of her. So if it meant walking along the Seine after a long night of patrol, then so be it. He’ll do it for the rest of his life.
But why did it feel like he was forgetting something?
~☾★☽~
The call goes to voicemail--once again.
“Hey Baby bird, where are you? Game night is about to start, and your check-in time was thirty minutes ago.” A worrisome Dick Grayson speaks into the phone as he leans against the doorframe. Behind him, his wife, Kor’i holding their little girl, Mar’i, who was trying to sway her way out of her mother’s strong arms.
“You still can’t reach him?” It didn’t sound like a question but more of a statement. Kor’i sets Mar’i down on the floor, allowing her to run off to join the rest of the family.
Dick sighs as Bruce walks in with Mar’i clutching onto his leg, squealing in delight. A joyful moment between grandfather and grandchild. Dick couldn’t help but smile at the sight.
“Isn’t past her bedtime?” Bruce proposes, picking up Mar’i from his leg, causing the small girl to pout and softly glare at her grandfather.
Kor’i laughs and takes Mar’i from him, and begins to snuggle her daughter. Dick rubs the back of his neck and looks everywhere but at Bruce.
“Eh, it’s game night, so we thought why not.” He answers as Tim staggers into the room with a coffee mug filled to the brim in hand.
“Tim, we talked about this. No coffee after eight o’clock.” Tim could barely comprehend whether it was Dick or Bruce scolding him. It was probably Dick. He grunts and sips the beverage longer than he intended to. It didn’t put a dent in the amount remaining in the mug.
“Has the brat shown up, yet?” Jason asks as he walks into the room tossing his knife up and catching it continuously.
“Hm, where is Damian? He’s usually the one that is strict when it comes to punctuality.” Bruce looks up. He finally takes notice that the core of his children (adopted or not) is here but the one related to him.
“Did you call his phone, I’m sure the kid is somewhere in the manor?” Jason says, throwing himself onto the couch. Alfred reprimands him for having his feet prompted over the armrest. Jason scowls but concedes to the man’s demands.
“If I thought he was in the manor, I would have gone to get him. And yes, I have called his phone, several times, in fact, but he’s not answering.” Dick huffs, crossing his arms. Kor’i pats on his back, calming him down slightly.
“If I may interrupt, Master Richard?” Alfred places a deck of cards down on the table and turns to Bruce. “If I were you, Master Bruce, I would check on the young master’s bank account. Lately, he has been making some purchases out of his norm.” Alfred waits patiently for the gears in Bruce’s head to turn.
After a beat of silence, Bruce immediately pulls out his phone. It didn’t take him long to access the accounts. Damian, despite being over twenty now, still has a sharing bank account with his dad.
Pulling up the account bank transaction history, Bruce notices that a large sum has been withdrawn just under the maximum limit a few days ago. He then saw that the last major purchase; was from Damian’s own doing at a jewelry store.
A few months ago, Bruce had received a message about a purchase of an expensive item from the bank. The bank thought it was fraud despite knowing the family’s social standings.
Bruce decided he was going to be his own detective and went to the jewelry store. After going to the store and speaking with the salesperson, he concluded that Damian came in to pick up a customized diamond ring that had cost nearly 50,000 dollars before tax -- a purchase that was way out of Damian’s norm.
When Bruce returned home, he and Damian got into a heated argument causing him to bench Robin as a punishment. Damian complained but let it go the next day. Which in itself was odd considering how important being Robin was to his son.
“Uh…” Bruce couldn’t find the words to say what he thought next. How could he when there was no concrete explanation?
It was Tim who takes the phone from the man’s hand. His eyes widen at the amount that was missing. It wasn’t a noticeable amount compared to how much they make but damn, Damian.
“Who was the last to bug the kid’s phone?” Despite being on a caffeinated high, everyone is surprised to see Tim giving out a proper response to this mystery mess.
“That will be unnecessary, Master Tim.” Alfred digs into his jacket and pulls out a handful of decorated envelopes. Uh, how was he able to hide those?
He hands the envelopes to each of them. Everyone stands confused as to why Alfred, the most class of them all, would hand them upside-down envelopes.
“Pretty!” Mar’i squeals, trying to reach for the envelope. “Look, Daddy, it has Unca Dami’s name on it.” She points to the card.
It was then that those with envelopes flip it over and sees the words “Damian & Marinette Wayne” decorated in elegant letters.
“WHAT THE HEEE—HECK?” Jason is the first to scream what is on save for Alfred and Mar’i’s minds. They turn to him for different reasons. For Dick and Kor’i, it was for the near usage of a curse word while everyone else was shocked.
It turns out that Jason had open the envelope only to be greeted by an image of Damian holding a woman (who is perceived to be Marinette by her name from the envelope) underneath the Eiffel Tower. The words “You are invited to the wedding of Damian al Ghul Wayne and Marinette Dupain-Cheng” in bold cursive lettering. Underneath that is information regarding the times and location, along with RSVP details.
“Shall I go pack your finest clothes?” Alfred offers, clapping his hands together, acting like he didn’t just throw his charges underneath a moving bus.
And just like that, all thoughts of game-night went away.
It took a solid three minutes for them to get their brain to work. And immediately, the Wayne manor is filled with noises of all kinds. Much to Kori’s and Dick’s delight Mar’i didn’t learn a new swear word that night.
By the next day, the Wayne family finds themselves arriving in Paris, France. They were not there for a vacation, but on a search for the one person that can surprisingly hold a girlfriend now turned fiancée away from the family.
That information had slapped them so hard that Batman threatened that if anyone and he means anyone tries to commit a crime while he’s away, he was willing to let Red Hood go after them with no restrictions. Yep, Gotham’s intensive crimes went down real quick after that. Jason’s giddiness with his babies didn’t play a part in this.
So, imagine the people of Paris seeing the one and only Bruce Wayne walking down the streets in the direction of Paris’ favorite bakery.
Being the main location tied to the Dupain-Cheng family name, it was a no-brainer that they decided to look for Damian there. When they reach the bakery, they were greeted by an unfamiliar sight. One that anyone that has met Damian would call bullshit on.
“Can I take—well shit.” Damian Wayne, himself, stands behind the register in colors that no one wouldn’t believe.
“Hey Little D, you wanna tell us why we’re just receiving a wedding invitation.” Dick asks, showing off the invitation.
Well, Damian had two options: (1) come clean and explain everything, or (2) call for Sabine or Tom to work the register so that he could run out here and drown himself in the Seine. Obviously, the second option is out the window. No one wants to deal with an angry Marinette or worse an upset Marinette.
It was a beat of silence.
They didn’t know what to say. Whether to ask calmly or scream into the nethers. For an emotionally stunt-complex family, this was the worst scenario.
That is until the soft sounds of footsteps.
“Hey, Dams,” Marinette turns the corner; she has yet to acknowledge their new guest. “I’ve finished the commission; do you need any help with the bakery? I hate to leave you alone if there is a rush especially since maman and papa are busy with deliveries. Then maybe later we can go over the wedding details.”
Marinette finally looks up.
She staggers in place. A cough escapes her lips.
She turns to her fiance and gives him a look. Damian rubs the back of his neck.
“And you must be the blushing bride. How did Demon spawn snag a literal ray of sunshine?” Jason questions, wondering how in the world did Damian manage to find this one when all the girls in Gotham are batting their eyelashes. Then again, they all thought Damian would follow in Bruce’s footsteps and be single for the rest of his life.
Taking a good critical look at Marinette, Jason finally decided that he’ll protect her at all cost and that Damian better not mess this up.
Marinette smiles at Jason’s word, repeatedly blinking she does tells a different story. Her mind slowly begins to put the pieces together. These people are going to be her extended family.
Damian wraps his arms around Marinette, “Don’t answer them, Habibti, they were just leaving.”
“No, no, his question caught me off guard. I wasn’t expecting you have guests. Though, it is nice to finally meet you all, I’m Marinette.” Marinette rests her head on Damian’s chest as she sends them a smile.
She is then greeted with an array of names. It felt nice, and she wondered why Damian kept her from his family.
Tim makes his way over to the coffee machine and pours himself a cup.
“So, how did you two meet?” Dick wonders what was on everyone’s minds, but compared to the others he had more dramatics.
“I swear, I will end you where you stand.” Damian growls out before proceeding to tell his family everything he believes they need to know.
Marinette pitched in whenever it was possible, knowing that Damian would omit details.
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A retouch version of Request #6.
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The Return of the Premier Chaotique
Marinette was only eight years old when her primary school life changed for the better.
On that fateful day, in Mlle. Gilbertine’s classroom was the introduction of a new transfer student. He introduced himself as Damian; there was no last name. And if there was one, Gilbertine made sure she didn’t say a word of it.
To Marinette, Nino, Chloe, Nathaniel, and Kim, he was an odd boy. Someone that would fit right into their group after a push, as Damian stressed for no social interactions with anyone.
During the early weeks of his stay, Marinette had caught him several times engaging in lonesome activities, whether they were in the classroom or out in the field messing around. Marinette, being the outgoing child that she was, began to plot.
Created from that plotting period was her life’s mission to befriend the emotionless kid.
It was hard at first.
She and the others tried tricking the young man into hopscotch matches, and when that didn’t work, it was a game of red light, green light. Occasionally, Nino and Kim would challenge Damian to dance battles.
Damian was very much against the childish games claiming that they were beneath him, but humored them into defeat.
That was until Marinette decided on a shooting game with water guns and makeshift go-carts out of bike parts. Damian’s eyes lit up with excitement, and Marinette knew right then and there that she finally fulled her goal.
After being soaked from head to toe and laughing amongst friends, Marinette and the others swore Damian into their friend group, thus changing their lives forever.
Soon newer and crazier games began to take over the classroom of Mlle. Gilbertine.
The moment Nino would bring out his portable CD player and the music began to boom out of the speakers, everyone knew what was about to happen.
One day, while the group was in the school’s pool area pretending to be sea monsters attacking each other with kickboards and pool noodles, they were officially dubbed the “Premier Chaotique” cult. As they were youthful and the material they came up with was more chaotic than anything the future Hawkmoth could ever create.
Everyone knew that Marinette and Damian were the leaders. Together they oozed power, as Marinette was their strategist while Damian was the chief.
Chloe was their lawyer and location scout. The blonde knew what areas had cameras and heavy guarding. Kim was their chaotic developer. He knew what methods were more chaotic than the rest. Kim never failed to disappoint. Nino was their sound design and videographer in some cases. His love for filmmaking and DJing started here and continues to grow. Nathaniel was the tagger as he made sure every graffiti they did was perfect.
Nothing could ruin these kids.
Mlle. Gilbertine, bless her soul, was determined to get the Premier Chaotique cult under control, but they were slick and made plans at random. She remembers the day when empty ice cream cups filled her classroom. Every desk was covered, and nothing could explain the appearance of snow sleds in the class.
It was no rumor that the mini cult managed to create their own little snow resort using ice cream and shave ice. It was a pain to clean up.
Marinette remembers the days when the mini cult would paint the city red with flowers and chaotic goodness. Or turning the entire city into a roller skate derby.
It’s a miracle that the cops never brought their parents into the investigation. Then again, with a child as pure as Marinette in the lead, people would fall over when they saw her smile.
Their significant achievement was when the school’s kitchen managed to catch on fire during a lunch period. During the evacuation, the group somehow managed to slip through the adults and back into the cafeteria.
Kim had brought marshmallows that day.
When the firefighters entered to put out the flames, the six children greeted them with wooden sticks eating s’mores and telling scary stories.
That fire had been their last valuable success because they experienced the worst nightmare a couple of days later, Damian had to go back to his home country.
It was heartbreaking for everyone within the cult but groundbreaking for the city.
Marinette fell into depression along with the others. After a month without Damian, they vowed to never speak of the best year of their life unless they were ever to meet Damian again.
It was no secret that Marinette had a crush on the foreign boy, so the cult disassembles along with any memories of Damian and the cult.
Years passed since that day.
Chloe took it upon herself to bully Marinette when they had entered college, as those who knew them in their younger days forgot that they were ever friends. Marinette took up fashion designing and making her seem like the perfect student. Nathaniel started working on comics based on their adventures. Nino stayed friends with all but Chloe and continued with his calling in music production. Kim began busying himself with sports, specifically swimming.
Soon the name that used to strike fear in the hearts of the Paris citizens began to fade away into a false memory.
Little did anyone know, the spirit of the Premier Chaotique cult lives on and would ignite in a blaze of fire.
At sixteen, Marinette works her butt off to make their end-of-the-school-year trip a reality.
The trip was not for the approval of her classmate, which has gone stale but for her sanity. Three years of being Ladybug have put a toll on her, and she plans to take advantage of the lack of akuma attacks going on.
When the acceptance letter landed in her hands, her parents swear they saw a boulder lifted off their daughter’s shoulders. She was smiling more and appeared less stressed than she had ever been since finding out the school board decided to move teachers with their students as a handful of teachers left Paris, some even left France altogether.
Her allies (remaining friends) were the first to know about the trip to Gotham, New Jersey, and they cheered happily for her. Lately, someone else has taken the credits for her work.
The day before the trip, Marinette rundown the patrol routes, and emergency protocols with Luka and Kagami, ensuring the safety of Paris if and when Hawkmoth decided to go active while the rest of the team was away.
She then goes on to convincing Kaalki to come with her to Gotham only to be used as an emergency. Marinette was ready to leave Paris and head to Gotham.
Upon entering the streets of Gotham, a cold chill runs down everyone’s spines aside from the former mini cult members. Too Mme. Bustier, the chill was all too familiar, bringing up memories of the kids that terrorized the streets before Hawkmoth. She looks around to see nothing out of place before promptly calling out her students so they would make it to the hotel.
Everyone who felt that chill had every right to be wary.
On the first day, everything seemed fine, but when you leave nearly all the members of Premier Chaotique alone for a moment, well, chaos was sure to happen.
Chloe and Marinette had put aside their differences during the Lila era of the classroom reign. Even after it was over, they managed to remain friends, rekindling the essence of primary friendship. The boys joined in on them not long afterward.
Plans were made but not yet enforced. It did not feel right, and they knew why– it was because they lacked their chief, the one and only Damian.
~☾★☽~
All Marinette wanted was a cup of coffee, but instead, she got something--someone much more pleasing.
Frozen in place, she calls out a single name, “Dames?” The dark-haired male turned around; she couldn’t breathe. Her eyes soften at the sight of her first crush. He hadn’t changed by much, though he was now taller than her.
“Mars?” That nickname sent the French-Asian teen running into the arms of the Ice Prince himself. Instead of pushing her away, he wraps his arms around her.
Time froze in that café for several reasons, but the main one was definitely because they just witnessed Damian Wayne hugging someone willing.
Their embrace ends with them staring into each other’s eyes. It felt surreal. They couldn’t find the words to say, but they didn’t have to.
Life continues in the cafe as Damian leads Marinette away from the flashes of lights. It wasn’t long before Damian’s phone began to blow up with notifications. He turns his phone off and stuffs it back into his pocket.
With a mischievous glint in her eyes, Marinette pulls Damian in closer. Lifting herself onto her tip-toes, she whispers, “The others are here too.” into his ear. She steps away to see what she has unleashed, hoping that nearly a decade away from each other hasn’t altered their relationship.
This time it was Damian who smirks, bringing Marinette closer to him. “Mm, shall be bring Gotham to its knees?”
They share a smirk that ends with an explosion, thus, reigniting the Premier Chaotique cult with a burning passion for mayhem.
They decided to meet that night after hours.
Music blared in the streets of Gotham, seemingly close to the classroom’s hotel near Wayne Enterprise.
The members of Premier Chaotique strut down the middle of the streets in inflatable dinosaur suits dancing to the remixes that played from the boombox on one of the dino’s skateboards (Nino’s).
Jamming to Bats @crazyforbats
Did anyone else wake up to music and dancing dinos last night?
Bearbe @Bearbe
Replying to @crazyforbats
THAT WAS REAL!!??? I THOUGHT I WAS HULLACINATING
Krazie Kay @gokaykaer
[A one-minute video with various strobe lighting colors flashing around and six dinosaurs doing the Cha-Cha-Slide]
I swear I just saw @thebloodwayne for a split second.
Vera Pitts @vera_pitts
[A short video of inflatable dinosaurs chaotically dancing to the Harlem Shake.]
I thought this trend of over and done *crying emoji*
By the morning, Twitter was blowing up with various videos and gifs of the events that happened the night before. The only people who weren’t affected by the popularity were the people who were a part of it.
At Wayne Manor, Bruce could already feel a migraine coming as his two oldest play the videos repeatedly in the main room.
Damian scoffs at his family members, while Dick complains about why they haven’t thought of that for a family outing. It’s all about class, Dick; it’s all about class.
Alfred, being all-knowing, takes notice of Damian's hidden smirks and recent purchase from his account at a party store. Nothing to worry about in this household. However, Damian asking him about where to find used pocket bikes (mini motorcycles) and wire rope reels was troubling.
The next night began the fears of every Parisian that experienced the reign. Blessed that it wasn't not happening in their city for once.
Per their plan assignments, Chloe and Kim found the buildings necessary for the zip line. Nino was in charge of setting up the equipment with the help of Nathaniel. Damian’s task was to get the bikes and zip line wire. Marinette’s job was to keep the class and others from finding out their plan.
Once everything was ready, the Premier Chaotique entered their playground wearing hooded leotards (or bodysuits) with matching latex masks stretched over their eyes.
Kim went first down the zip line as Damian race down the streets on the bike. Initially, they were going to use the bikes, but the zip line couldn’t hold the weight of the bike and the person on it, so they turned it into a race instead. Of course, they put challenges throughout the route to make it more even.
Their mayhem took a turn for the best when someone had called the cops, causing the for once silent night into a regular night of crime. Instead of stopping, like normal people, the mini cult went on a high-speed race against the GCPD.
Gotham’s Twitter users were having a blast with the events. It was the best and bravest thing to surface since Batman, though some were very vocal with their opposing thoughts.
The GCPD never caught the Premier Chaotique members, and they went on as if nothing happened.
It was during the tour of Wayne Enterprise that the Premier Chaotique members learned Damian’s last name. He was an effing Wayne.
Marinette had asked Damian what his last name was when they were eight, and he replied nonchalantly with something along the lines of not being a Wayne until he was ten. Afterward, they continue hanging out and plotting throughout the tour.
After seeing their younger brother interact with teens his age, Dick specifically begs Bruce to invite the group while the rest stands there in shock. The sight of seeing Damian doing what they thought was impossible needed to go into the history books.
While it was a momentous occasion for Damian’s brothers, it was a reality check for Mme. Bustier. Her screams echo against the halls of WE as buried memories of the chaos awakens.
She stared pointedly at Marinette in denial. There was no way her star student was in the cult that did so much damage all those years ago. When Chloe, Nino, Kim, and quiet Nathaniel joined her, Caline started to feel faint. She immediately excused herself to call her therapist. Her wails for help could reach the lobby.
Bruce unknowingly invited even more chaos into his household that night.
It didn’t take Chloe and Marinette much to convince their teachers to let the five of them stay with Mr. Wayne for the night in hopes of “catching up” with Damian.
After getting the approval from Mr. Wayne and their parents, she agreed, secretly ecstatic that they wouldn’t be in her care for the next several hours.
~☾★☽~
“I’m bored. Let’s play a prank?” Kim randomly shouts, playing catch with himself, when they were all staring out the TV waiting for something good to come on.
“What do you have in mind?” Marinette asks, making her way over to Damian. He pushes her away, knowing that she’ll use him as a throne.
“Hey Dames, do you own go-carts are something of a familiar nature?”
Damian thinks about it for a minute, “Tt, father wouldn’t dare let those things in the house. We can prank my brothers. Scaring them would bring me joy.”
“Well I have a few ideas, we can use.” Chloe states, pulling out the book of mischief from her purse.
They all huddle over the book with smirks on their faces.
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Damian Acting Like A Teenager? Impossible.
When Damian entered the halls of Gotham Academy, the first thing he notices was the change in the dark atmosphere. It felt oddly kinder and more lighthearted. Everywhere he turns, there are whispers focus around the new girl. At first, he didn’t care about the gossip, well, that was until he met her.
It was an unusual encounter, something that he would look down on.
It was the passing period, and she was running down the halls in a hurry as he was walking to his next class, one that he didn’t particularly care for; they bump into each other, causing a standstill in the halls. Everyone wondered how the dark prince would react to their newly dubbed princess of sunshine. They expected a yelling match, which, of course, occurred, but what they didn’t expect was an eventual best of the worst of alliance ever made.
Several months passed since the two had met and several weeks since the blooming of Damian and Marinette’s friendship, and not a single student could say that there weren’t surprised.
The moment Marinette had broken down any (and all) walls that the boy had placed, she was able to make the stoic teen become his age. It started small with a joke here and there; then it progressed into card games followed by video games. To this day, Damian swears that he’ll beat her at a shooting game at one point, to which Marinette would respond with a laugh and an over-the-shoulder wink. The young Wayne swears that he has never blush a day in his life, but the photographic proof on Marinette’s phone says otherwise.
The school soon became accustomed to being Daminette’s playground. At first, the teachers were opposed to the idea, but after seeing how slightly more open Damian has become, they slowly agreed to the concept of allowing the duo to have less strict rules. That and they didn't want to be sued by the Wayne family.
Which now brings us to this moment: Marinette swings on a swing set while Damian practices his form with a katana; don’t ask how he managed to get it past security-- cause there is no answer.
“You know, maybe we should do something wild?” Marinette thinks aloud, looking up to the sky with a mischief smirk on her lips.
Damian doesn’t turn to her; he only sets the blade down to his side. “What mayhem do you have in mind?”
Marinette giggles uncontrollably.
Let’s assume that whatever Marinette had in mind would rule the yearbooks for years to come.
~☾★☽~
Since his partnership with Marinette, Damian has been hiding his characteristic change at home. Surprisingly, it was simple. A few death threats here and there, maybe sneaking out moments every so often. No one at the Wayne cared enough to pay any attention to it. It only then became a shock when Damian left for school along the lines of being late. Alfred had offered to take him to school to which Damian declined and got onto his “normal” motorcycle and speeds off.
“Does anyone else seem to think that Damian is acting strange?” Dick asks, pipping his head down from the ceiling. He’s on the chandelier again. Poor Alfred, maybe Dick should dust the chandelier for him as an apology.
Tim walks in with a large, filled to the brim, coffee mug in hand, “Which one?” He absently wonders, taking a long sip. The dark circles and bags around his eyes explain it all.
“I do concur with Master Richard; the young master has been acting somewhat strange for quite some time now.” Alfred appears out of nowhere, thus starting an array of concerns.
It wasn’t long before Jason came in shouting demands with the head of the household trailing behind him. Alfred reprimands Jason for the yelling as he hands Bruce a cup of coffee.
Not caring enough about the conversation and looking like a madman, Jason shouts, ���Look, I can’t explain it, but we’re going to need Demon Spawn for something huge.”
“Uh, why would we need Baby Bird?” Dick asks, dropping onto the floor and twisting his body. “Not that I don’t mind getting Damian involved.”
“Look, there’s no time to explain,” Jason facepalms and begins to push everyone towards the door despite the lack of proper wear they have on.
After several protests and one change of clothes, the Wayne household now stands in front of the gates of Gotham Academy.
“Is it me, or does this place look less you know Gotham-y and full of life?” Tim ponders, narrowing his eyes, as he takes a long sip from a to-go coffee cup with Red Robin’s emblem.
“No, no, Timmy, I see it too.” Dick whispers as Jason struts past the gates and onto the school’s property like a man on a mission.
Bruce sighs and pinches the bridge of his nose, “Come on, let’s go get your brother so Jason can stop being Jason.”
Tim shrugs before passing the gates himself, with Dick following him.
Upon entering the school, they could immediately see that it was either a passing period or free time from the number of students in the halls. Some student dared to pull out their phones while other whispers amongst themselves.
Bruce makes his way to the attendance office, where the attendance assistant, Joyce, resides sitting at the desk.
“Hello Joyce, I’m here to pick up Damian. He has a, uh, dentist appointment this evening.” Bruce speaks, hoping that she wouldn’t catch the lie.
“Well Mr. Wayne, Damian is, uh…” After lingering in her thoughts, Joyce turns to someone besides her. “Do you know where Damian Wayne would be at today?”
“Try the art room.” A feminine voice answers, followed by a series of typing noises.
Joyce turns back to the Wayne family and smiles, “He should be in the art room; it’s down the hall to your right, you should not miss it, as it’s in the only hallway that has a series of artwork posted on the walls. Before you go, please sign here."
Joyce hands Bruce a sign-out sheet, to which the man signs and ushers his wards to search for his youngest.
“They’re so screwed.” The same feminine voice speaks, causing Joyce to break out laughing.
It took a total of four different locations for the men to find the youngest Wayne.
First, they went to the art room like Joyce’s co-worker told them to do.
When they got there, Damian wasn't there, but the teacher did show Bruce a couple of Damian's artworks. Bruce couldn't help but feel proud.
While looking around the room, one of the art students told them they last saw Damian playing Pokémon Go near the gym; he was trying to catch a legendary Pokémon that spawned there.
So, of course, after an awkward eye contact with one another, they walk to the gym. Once again, Damian wasn’t there but a different student in his stead. He tells them that Damian was making ice sculptures out of ice cream at the cafeteria. The student then goes on to explain that Damian had some wicked skills with a knife.
Jason, with wide eyes, practically shouted at the student that he was crazy and that Damian would never, and he means NEVER would do something that stupid. The student shrugs it off like it was an everyday occurrence. It was Dick that had to hold Jason back from thrashing the teen. Bruce then apologizes to the instructor for their disturbance, as Tim walks casually behind Dick carrying Jason.
By the time they got to the cafeteria, it was damn near empty aside from a few students still eating. There were no signs of ice cream or the tools that would go into making an ice sculpture. Tim had to ask a few students to see if Damian was in here at some point in time. One of the workers overheard the question and answered him. Evidently, Damian was there earlier making sculptures out of ice cream before handing it out to students.
When they asked the question that has been slowly driving the four insane, the worker replies with: “Upstairs racing on these old colorful scooter board down the halls."
After three locations and no Damian, Tim wanted nothing more but to have a mental breakdown, and he would have if it wasn’t for Bruce holding him up and taking his coffee away.
So, they quickly found themselves on the second level of the school. There was no sight of Damian Wayne, though there were wheel tracks smudged into the flooring.
“Are you kidding me?” Jason shouts out into the ceiling. Thankfully, there were no students in the halls to hear it. Well, that might have been the case if it wasn’t for a teacher to open their door and shh the male. It took every bone in Jason's body not to show the teacher his middle finger.
After a beat of silence and walking down the hall, they overhear a familiar voice.
“Angel, you are desperately in the wrong here. The bear only wears one color, so it has to the color red.” Jason stops dead in his tracks and turns to railings.
The voice was too good to be true.
Looking over the staircase, they find an alcove, and sitting in it is none other than Damian Wayne himself, but he’s not alone.
“I’m telling you, Wayne. Pooh’s favorite color is yellow.” The female answers before taping her fingers as she makes her points, “He loves honey, which is by default a yellow color. He's never seen with a yellow background, and if yellow didn't clash with his fur, he would definitely be wearing it.”
“I disagree. Winnie the Pooh has been drawn on numerous of occasions with red items, not yellow. Case in point, the red balloon, his shirt." He counters. The conversation continues with banters and statements; whether it was true or false is up to debate.
This was not happening.
Tim.exe has stopped working.
Jason.exe has stopped working.
Jaws dropped, a low groaning sound.
They cannot be witnessing this. The most deadliest of the Wayne’s is currently arguing about Winnie, the motherfucking, Pooh’s favorite color.
Bruce has no words. He's practically in the same stance as his middle children. Dick, on the other hand, pulls out his phone and begins to record what remains of the conversation.
No one dares to move or utter out words. This version of Damian is the apocalypse. Nothing in the world is okay.
Slowly, the four Waynes exit the school; no one saw them leave.
Legend has it that Damian never went home that day despite being excused from his classes. When he had returned home, his family didn't utter a word to him. He was meet with either a profusely blinking, unwanted hug or laughter, as they were still in shock at what they just encountered. It wasn’t until a couple of months later that all hell breaks loose. Damian had introduced the family to Marinette.
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The Story Of How Marinette Became Mamie Mars
Marinette had been in the Bahamas enjoying her vacation when she received the phone call. It was Bruce. Upon hearing her son’s, in everything but blood, voice, she had sat up on her lounge chair and swing her legs to the side.
Bruce couldn’t speak coherently. That’s how much he had worried her. It’s not often that she would get a call from a panicking Bruce, especially on her vacation.
“Brucie, honey, calm down and speak clearly.” Her voice was sweet enough to calm her son down. “Is Alfred nearby you?” She asks, knowing that her son’s surrogate father would be close. Then again, Alfred was scheduled for his vacation soon.
“No, he’s tending the reason why I’m calling you. I may or may not have taken in a ward.” Bruce tells her, sounding off.
The words slowly register in her mind.
“I have a grandchild.” She squeals, so glad that she was sitting down instead of standing up. It’s already embarrassing that her squeal reached the others at the beach. Had she been standing, she would be dancing along with the squeal had she been standing up. “Oh Bruce, tell me about them? How are they adjusting?”
“That’s the problem, mom! I have no clue what to do. Can you come home? I rather explain all this to you in person rather than on the phone.” She can sense the longing and desperation in his voice. It warms her heart that he still needs her.
“Of course, I’ll be on the next flight out of here. Is there anything else that you want to talk about?”
Bruce murmurs a yes. And they go into a discussion more about business rather than the newest Wayne addition.
As Marinette books a plane ticket for the last flight of the night, she couldn’t help but think about her son’s ward. Never have Bruce expressed any thought about having children due to him being Batman. Though, she herself has thought about taking in another child. However, Marinette’s ability to have her body age slowly has been a blessing and a curse and keeps her from going through with it. It’s a blessing because she has a chance to look younger and experience more but it’s a curse as it means that she’ll live longer and see the people she cares about dying before her.
Nearly six hours after booking her flight, she is on a three-hour flight to New Jersey. Her vacation ended the second her butt touched the seat of the plane. It was a lovely time off from everything in Gotham, her ever-growing business dubbed Miracles Designs & Crafts, and her duties as the guardian of the Miraculous, but family always comes first.
“Alfred! It’s so good to see you again.” Marinette wraps her arms around the man. He returns the hug.
“I as well, Miss Marinette.” He responds once the embrace ends, taking her bags and loading them into the car. Marinette pouts; she could have done it herself, but she doesn’t say a word.
The drive was sweet as the two begins to catch up. Alfred enjoyed hearing about her adventures outside of the United States. Though, he fears what Bruce will say about her travel to Tibet.
“So, tell me Alfred, what are your thoughts on our son’s ward?” She inquires, looking out the window. The sky never changes in Gotham, but it certainly is a vast difference from the sunshine and clear skies that she was experiencing in the Bahamas.
“He’s determined.” Alfred states with a glance at her in the rear window. Marinette nods and continues to look out the window.
Meeting her grandchild could have gone many ways, but him winging on the chandelier was not something she was expecting. He seemed to be mourning, like him swinging on the chandelier was holding him together.
Bruce sends the boy a quick word then escorts her to the living room. The second the door closes, Bruce breaks down what happened. The boy’s name is Richard Grayson, but he likes to go by Dick. Of course, Marinette gasps upon hearing that, as she has never been around a person who calls themselves Dick. And that he was a part of the circus with his family until their demise. Dick has no family outside of the circus. There was also a chance that he’ll be the target for a mob boss.
After hearing the basics of Dick’s situation, all she wanted to do was hug the boy and give him lots of love. The same as she has done for Bruce.
“When can I officially meet my grandson?” She questions with a smile on his face. Bruce rubs the back of his neck and sends her a sheepish smile. Wrapping his arms around his surrogate mother, he guides her towards the double doors.
“Hi, I’m Marinette, but you can call me Mamie, if you want.”
Dick looks up at her, swaying in place, “Mamie?”
Marinette chuckles. “It’s one of the French versions of saying grandma.”
“Cool, but you don’t look like you’re old enough to be a grandma.” Behind them, Bruce fails at holding in a chuckle. Marinette purses her lip and keeps her eyes on Dick, even though she wanted to send her son a glare.
“Yeah, I do, but don’t be fooled. I practically raised Bruce since he was eight. Now, what do you like to do for fun?” She nudges him to talk about himself, hoping that it will help from sending him down a mourning spiral.
Bruce disappears after that, hunting down the person that sabotaged the tightrope and giving Dick his closure.
Once Dick is asleep, Marinette finds herself in the cave, watching her son’s nonstop researching process.
“You know spending time with Dick would really make him feel welcome.” Marinette pulls up a seat and sits beside him.
“I can’t. Zucco is out there, and if I can’t find him before he leaves Gotham…” Bruce trails off, turning his attention back to the screen.
Marinette shakes her head, “At least try and get to know Dick before you do something stupid. There’s only so much that I can do, but I wasn’t the one that took him in, Bruce.” Marinette turns to Alfred and gestures her head towards Bruce.
“I saw that, mom.” Marinette scoffs then gets out of her seat. “I promise that I’ll hang out with Dick before all this is over.”
“And somehow, that doesn’t make me feel that much better. He’s your problem now, Alfie.” Marinette takes her to leave, grabbing a cup of tea from Alfred before leaving the Batcave.
“Joy.” Alfred sighs, but there was an underlying hint of love there.
Life with Dick in the household was an interesting transition, especially for Marinette. Usually, when she's here, it’s silent, as Bruce is either working as Batman or being for Wayne Enterprise. The only sounds were her and Alfred talking during their afternoon tea sessions. With Dick, the manor is full of laughter and ambitious feet, running around; practically, Mimicking the sounds of the past.
With Marinette in the house, Dick didn’t feel so alone. Even though he didn’t have it in him to call Bruce dad yet, he'd definitely called Marinette Mamie on more than one occasion. When it first happened, she cried. Poor Dick, he thought she was upset or something. That day, she took them out for ice cream and to the gymnasium.
Marinette did not hide her disdain when Dick became Robin. There were a lot of baked goods in the kitchen from her stress baking. It got so bad that Alfred had to ban her from the kitchen.
Of course, once she did become comfortable with the idea of Dick out crime-fighting, she places strict rules in place so that Dick wasn’t out late at night on a school day or dealing with highly classed villains. Marinette had her fair share of fighting crime as a child, and she did not want to place that down on Dick.
On top of that, she refused to have Dick going out at night in underwear in the name of pants. That was a big no-no in this household.
Bonus:
“Mamie Mars, has there ever been a time you benched Bruce?” Dick asks one day while Marinette was helping him with his homework.
Marinette thinks for a moment. “Yes, it was within his first year of being Batman, actually. He challenged me and you know how I am when challenge, Dickie. Gotham was without their hero, excuse me, vigilante for about a month. Ladybird sure had a fun time in his stead.” She chuckles at the memory, causing Dick’s eyes to widen. He quickly finishes the rest of his homework.
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Karaoke Fail???
It’s nothing personal it’s just business. Damian keeps telling himself that the second he’d entered the establishment. It was the fourth time this week that Damian Wayne found himself in the small karaoke bar, a place where everyone is welcome.
I’m here for business---information, he mentally thinks, gripping the glass of alcohol like it’s his lifeline all while staring at the female sitting near the front stage. A blue hue shines off her long, lush dark hair every time the strobe light reaches her. Her laugh was contagious, but it was never degrading; it was always heartwarming. She always applause after each performance. Yet, he had only seen her on the stage only a couple of times.
His grip relaxes, and he lowers himself into his seat. No one can know that he was here. No one. Not even his family, who already thinks he’s up to something.
“Now who here wants to do a duet with the loving Miss Chen?” The host asks the crowd of people.
At the words of Miss Cheng, Damian knew that this was his chance. There is no better way to get close to his subject without bringing unwanted attention. Could he even sing? Sing in front of this crowd of people? What if she doesn’t want to do the duet with him?
It didn’t matter as his body was moving way before his brain could acknowledge it.
The spotlight shines in his face showcasing his usual glare.
“Can you even sing?” Miss Cheng asks, sending him a soft smile. Was that meant to be taken as a challenge? He sure hopes so because the next word felt unnatural. Unlike him to say anything like that at all.
“Bet,” He smirks, “What song?”
Miss Cheng’s smile grows, and she turns to the host, whispering something in the guy’s ear. Damian couldn’t help but growls softly. He stops once the microphone is in his hand.
Miss Cheng brings her microphone up to her lips and sends him a wink. The music plays in the background. Oh boy, he sure hopes that he knows the song because constantly looking at the lyrics was not an option in this battle.
“Anything you can do I can do better.” She sings her first line. A lightning bolt had struck him.
“Hah!” The reaction bypasses his brain. The word wasn’t on the screen, but it felt needed, just like in the musical record.
“I can do anything. Better than you.” Miss Cheng twirls in place, ending it by placing her hand on her hip. He loves a woman that can challenge him.
“No, you can’t.” He says, with a hint of singing.
“Yes, I can.” She counters, smirking at him.
“No, you can’t.” His voice begins to grow deeper.
“Yes, I can.” She takes a step closer. Her microphone switching hands.
“No, you can’t.” A little hint of annoyance as he sings his next line.
“Yes, I can. Yes, I can!” Her voice becomes enchanting, sending the last “can” into a high note.
“Anything you can be, I can be greater. Sooner or later, I'm greater than you.” He teases, swaying his body to the music. Since when does he sway? Now is not the time to think about that. This is just business.
“No, you’re not!”
“Yes, I am.” He couldn’t help but feel prideful. Despite it just being a line in the song, it felt good to get some type of payback.
“No, you’re not!” Her voice becomes a little bit more seductive. She leans in closer.
“Yes, I am.” He pushes her way, getting the upper ground.
“No, you’re not.” It’s louder than the previous phrase, but nonetheless, it works.
“Yes, I am. Yes, I am!” His own voice gets louder only to immediately get lower with his next line. “I can shoot a partridge. With a single cartridge.”
He mimes the action, glancing at his partner.
Miss Cheng rolls her eyes, yet the smile on her face says otherwise. “I can get a sparrow. With a bow and arrow.” She also mimics the action, but she adds a gesture towards their audience.
“I can live on bread and cheese.” Damian adds an emphasis to every other word. Miss Cheng, however, takes a step back, raising an eyebrow.
“And only on that?” Her normal voice is angelic. Stop that! Stop that! If he wasn’t in the moment, Damian would have hit himself in the head.
“Yes!”
“So can a rat.” She dances around him, lowering him closer.
“Any note you can reach, I can go higher.” He doubts that his voice could. And he hasn’t been able to do that since he was a child.
“I can sing anything, higher than you.” To prove a point, she sings the phase smoothly and higher than his own. She’s playing a dangerous game.
“No, you can't.” He starts off using her previous line as a base. It wasn’t very high.
“Yes, I can.” Her voice gets higher, lingering on the “can”. She’s setting him up.
“No, you can't.” Damian could no longer feel himself sing, just his voice getting louder.
It soon fell into a battle on who’s voice can get louder, all within the context of the song. Damian’s voice grows louder, while Miss Cheng’s voice sings louder.
“Yes, I can.”
“No, you can't.”
“Yes, I can.”
“No, you can't.”
“Yes, I can.”
“No, you can't.”
“Yes, I CAN!” She sings out the “can” lasting longer than a second. He was impressed. This woman has some lungs. He can only imagine what their newborn infant would sound like. Wait, what?
It was a moment of silence. The audience applauses the female singer. He can only stand a stare at her. Her cheek flushes with red, and she nudged her shoulder forward. Oh yeah, he was singing a duet.
Making a glance at the screen, “Anything you can say, I can say softer.” These are words that shouldn’t be coming out of his mouth. Maybe if he changes it to stealth, he might have the upper hand.
“I can say anything, softer than you.” She just might. Let test that theory, shall we.
“No, you can’t.”
“Yes, I can.”
“No, you can’t.” If not for the microphone, the audience would have thought that he was silent and letting the color-changing text on the screen their guide.
“Yes, I can.” It was the same effect with Miss Cheng.
“No, you can’t.”
“Yes, I can!” Her voice shocks the system from going from silent to loud sounds. She giggles, sending him a cheeky smile.
“I can drink my liquor. Faster than a flicker.” This time, it is him that dances around Miss Cheng.
“I can drink it quicker and get even sicker!” She mimics throwing up but somehow manages to keep this seductive look on her face.
“I can open any safe.” He sings smugly. It was true, but she didn’t need to know that.
“Without being caught?” She feigns shock. Just what is she hiding?
“Yeah.”
“That's what I thought--You crook!” Miss Cheng flips her hair, stalking back to center stage.
“Any note you can hold I can hold longer.” Here we go again.
“I can hold any note, longer than you.” The look on her face screams she’s about to surprise the audience.
“No, you can't.”
“Yes, I can.”
“No, you can't.”
“Yes, I can.”
“No, you can't.”
“Yes, I can…” She takes a breath. hen restates (well re-sing) the “yes” and “I” only this time she lingers on the “I” for at least 20 seconds. That woman really has some lungs. Hmm… [NFTW thoughts]. Oops.
“I… can…” Miss Cheng ends the line panting. The audience goes wild. What she just did was a feat that everyone here wants to achieve.
“Yes, you can.” He does his version of holding the line only this time with the “can”. Miss Cheng coughs and immediately straightens her posture giving him the go-ahead. “I can jump a hurdle.”
Damian jumps on the stage. Why is he doing this? To impress Miss Cheng, that’s why. Miss Cheng twirls showing off her outfit.
“I can wear a girdle.” She sings with a high amount of sass. She hasn’t seen his brothers yet. He still has nightmares of them singing the Birds of Prey on a mission to rescue Bruce. That song has since been ban from the Wayne household.
“I can knit a sweater.” He sings quickly after being in his mind for a second.
Miss Cheng clings to his shoulder, “I can fill it better!”
“I can do most anything!”
“Can you make a pie?” Despite being on the screen, she had asked that if sudden.
“No.”
“Neither can I.” Her voice was depressing at best. She looked almost shame for having to give such an answer.
It wasn’t long before they came to the end of the song. By the last line, they were close to each other faces; that there were screams of “kiss” from the crowd.
“Miss Cheng and—” The host goes silent, turning to Damian. Oh yeah, he forgot to introduce himself.
“Damian.” It wasn’t his voice that had answered the host.
Damian turns to Miss Cheng; she’s smirking at him like they hadn’t just tried and one-up each other in a duet.
“Miss Cheng and Damian, everybody, let’s give them an around of applause.” The crowd claps as the duo slowly makes their way off the stage.
Damian had thought she would return to her seat, but she didn’t. She instead followed him to his seat.
“So, what brings the illusive Damian Wayne to this karaoke bar?” She asks, sliding into the seat opposite of him.
“What makes you say that?” He counters.
“Well, it is no secret that your family came here a couple of weeks ago to participate in one of the events. And to add, for the past couple of weeks, you come here, sit in this same booth and drink never doing anything until I’m up on the stage. The bartender tells me that you leave immediately after finding out that I’m a no show. Want to explain that.”
Damn, she’s good. Could he even consider this to be business anymore? Clearing out his throat, he goes to answer, but the next singer has already begun singing.
“Look, if you want to get know me, come to this place tomorrow afternoon.” Miss Cheng slides out of her seat and gives him a card. It’s to a sparing gym. He may have just met his dream woman.
By the time he looks up from the card, Miss Cheng is no longer in the establishment. Just another failed attempt at getting to know this mysterious singer that had unknowingly captured his heart.
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Song: Anything You Can Do (Doris Day?)
Note: Yes, I know the order of the song isn’t correct, but there are various versions of this, and I just went with the one that works with this story without making it feel like a repeat. Also, if you haven’t already, check out my updated tagging list system.
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Sorry, Not Sorry
Guess who recently found Six, the Musical and got hooked? Yup, me, and for some odd this song couldn’t get out of my head. This was literally something I wrote with hours.
Lila Rossi was done with Italy. To her, she did her crimes and got away with it. Her mother never paid really any attention to her, due to her job as the ambassador. But that’s old news; she’s used to it.
Now having to move to Paris, France, she’s on a mission. A mission to find the man of her dreams and ruin anyone that comes in her way.
This brings us to a mister Adrien Agreste. He’s the model son of the one and only Gabriel Agreste, a fashion designer icon and practically the king of fashion. Meeting him was just the beginning. Now she only needs to dig her nails into the weak-minded model.
However, there was a block and that was Marinette Dupain-Cheng, a strong-minded fashion designer.
Lila does her research when she’s gone, she knows that Marinette is a people-pleaser, her actions and friendships proved as much. Seeing Marinette, Lila knows that in order to dethrone Marinette, she needs to take the people the girl cared about the most. Her friends.
The threat was just the beginning. It was a test, a teaser, and to get a reaction out of her. It makes the game more fun. Adrien didn’t do anything, and the fact that she has Gabriel in her back-pocket makes it all worthwhile.
Imagine Lila surprise when she found out that Marinette and Adrien were still seeing each other. She wanted to scream and cry, but she wasn’t going to let this stop her. All she needs to do was place a seed of doubt in Adrien’s mind and those that follow Marinette.
She starts with Alya, the reporter. Alya is known for becoming a sheep of anything Ladybug related. Saying that she’s best friend (even though she hates the hero’s guts) with the heroine was the just easiest trap. The rest of the class came with promises that will remain unfilled.
Sorry, not sorry ‘bout what I said. I’m just trying to have some fun.
It didn’t take long to have Marinette thrown to the side. Lila would forever laugh internally at the designer’s demise. Her competition finally had no friends and no future in the fashion world if the girl tried to use her name. However, little did Lila know, was that Marinette is a mastermind when it comes to disguises and her talents.
Adrien was too deep under his father’s thumb that it took was a few words of encouragement and photoshoots.
Did Fashion Model Adrien Agreste finally Find LOVE? Magazines filled with photos of her and Adrien surface throughout Paris and the country. Lila kept a stack in her bedroom as if it was a shrine of good luck to her. Paparazzi everywhere trying to take photos of the “happy” couple. Her story is widely known as the one that had secure Adrien.
She has won.
However, that only lasted for a few years.
When the public became aware that she was in cahoots with Hawkmoth, Paris’ very own villain, immediately, there was a backlash. People turned against her as which as she gained them. Lila pleads to the people of her outer circle. Telling them that was wasn’t in cahoots with the villain, but old footage from the Paris streets and recorded phone calls said otherwise.
Lila tries to blame it all on Marinette, but Marinette hasn’t been in Paris since graduating from Lycée nearly five years prior. Marinette instead watch her former rival’s downfall in the comfort of her house in England living with her long-term boyfriend, now husband, Felix Culpa, the ruthless lawyer, and businessman.
Since the blast was all over the news, Adrien tried his best to farther himself from the situation as his own father is Hawkmoth. In order to stay in the publics’ good graces, he had to reveal himself to be the original Chat Noir during his teen years. It barely saved him.
Adrien didn’t take long to pack up and left Paris for a while to focus on the small family he and Lila had created just several months prior. Taking his daughter and moving to England was the best decision in his entire life. He pursues to become the physics teacher he always wanted to be.
Back in Paris, Lila was on trial for being a terrorist. That only opens a can of worms that she thought she had buried years before. A suicide that she had caused. Freud of using famous celebrities’ money. There was no way out of this.
Sentence to damn near life in France’s prison.
Italy wanted nothing to do with her. Her mother wanted nothing to do with her. She couldn’t rely on Gabriel to help her.
Sorry, not sorry ‘bout what I said. I’m just trying to have some fun.
Having the bars shut in front of her, finally made her collapse. Reality finally had hit her. She cries out for her daughter, her now ex-husband, her followers. None came to her aid.
No one ever came to see her.
She sat in her cell, alone, and a hollow shell of the woman she once was. It is rumored that Lila had learned her lesson and sent apologies letters to her loved ones, but those who are said to receive one said it they never received one.
Lila had it all and now she’s a divorcee living her worst life in prison.
#miraculous ladybug fanfic#miraculous ladybug#lila rossi#adrien agreste#ml fanfic#artxyra one-shots#miraculous#ml fic
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Ashes
Note: So yeah the ending suck, I couldn’t find the right way to end it, but for the most part this seems decent. I might rewrite some of this in the future and finally, update some of my other works. Also a creative slumber sucks when all you wanna do is write but nothing seems to work.
Insp. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Us0y6scOtyw
Everything was loud. Every voice rumbles at each word they spoke. She could feel the hot tears rolling down her cheeks as her vision blurs into nothing. The sound of her own heartbeat was loud, beating frantically. Her breathing became non-existent.
“How could you, Marinette.”
She didn’t do it.
“Marinette, I’m so disappointed in you. You’re supposed to set an example.”
For what, how can someone be an example when no one follows them. This isn’t her job as the class president but your job as the teacher.
“You’re our everyday Ladybug.”
She doesn’t want to be. It’s bad enough she’s Ladybug in real life, away from all this.
The yells continue to get louder, her body begins to rapidly shake. No one is there to comfort her.
“You’re nothing but a bully!” They shriek, “How can you…”
Their voices merge into the same sound. Blame, disappointment, anger. Gripping her hair, her pigtails become loose, allowing her hair to cascade down her shoulders.
She could see nothing, only white. The noises become muffled. She involuntary pushes away any movements towards her.
“Cā liàng, I’m Hawkmoth. These people are beneath you.”
His voice, smoothing, pulling her towards her darkest desires.
“I’m giving you the power to burn those that have wrong you. All I ask is that of Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculous.”
“As you wish, Hawkmoth.” The whisper off of her lip cause mass panic. She could feel the change of her outfit. From her regular outfit to a black bodysuit with pink and purple flames outlining the pantlegs. Her hair becomes actual flames, flickering with every movement she makes.
I could hear the signs calling out from the bottom of the fire.
Opening her eyes for the first time since her meltdown, she welcomes the view of her classmates cowering in the corner. She blows a raspberry and walks over to them.
“Marinette!”
“I’m not Marinette, I’m Cā liàng, and you will all bow before me.”
Lila is the first to be surrounded by fire. The flames didn’t burn the poor Italian migrant, but they did scare her into fainting. Alya and Mme. Bustier cries to comfort her, to make sure she’s okay.
“You always listen to her. You listen to her and threw me out like yesterday’s trash.” Cā liàng screams, tears streaming down her face. The flames surrounding the room grows in size.
Soon the fire alarm goes off allowing the students to run for freedom.
The flames died down, but only to grow with Cā liàng loud screech.
She stands alone in the classroom, she could hear the outcries of other students ranging from confusion to terror. With a flick of her wrist, the windows shatter sending a heatwave.
I am like a torch flickering in the wind as the saying goes
Cā liàng flies out of the classroom only to oversee the crowd of students gather in front of the building. Akuma alerts screech to life.
“Now, now, people, all I want this the miraculous and the students of Caline Bustier. You have wrong me for way too long. I want my freedom.” Cā liàng states to the gather of citizens.
“Marinette!”
Cā liàng turns around to see Chat Noir, standing battle-ready. His baton facing her as he readies to attack her. Cā liàng dodge, calling for her flames to do her bidding.
“That’s cute, kitty. But you’re going to need more than a baton to defeat me.” Cā liàng turns to send a kick to Chat Noir’s stomach. He lands into her building.
“Someone save my baby!”
You didn’t take her side when she needed you the most.
“Sugarplum, please don’t let Hawkmoth win.”
She not stupid. Hawkmoth is the least of her problems, he’s just an out.
Cā liàng sends her flames towards the streets. Not burning her subjects but to freeze them in place.
Far away, Tikki is flying in search of a temporary Ladybug.
“Master Fu, we have a major problem. It’s Marinette.” Tikki on the verge of a breakdown falls to the ground. Wayzz flies to comfort his comrade.
Fu thinks about this, he only knows as much as Marinette when it comes to her allies. Who could take on the mantle of being Ladybug?
“Wayzz, Tikki, the Tsurugi girl.”
Tikki turns to Wayzz and nods.
“I can find her.”
“Good now hurry before Marinette does something she’ll regret.”
Tikki, finding a new source of strength, nods, and flies through the walls of the small building.
“Master, do you think she’ll be ready.”
“We have prep for this, Wayzz, it was only a matter of time.”
The two fall into silence.
Lost all my precious
Cā liàng, still engaging in a heated battle with Chat Noir, toys with him. Stopping his own mid-kick, she pulls him closer and whispers:
“She’ll never love you.”
Her flames surround him tighten with her fist. Soon, Chat Noir was knocked out causing an outroar among the crowd.
“Marinette, how could you?” Simultaneously, her class cries out seeing her.
How could you? Is that all they say when she does something. It’s like a broken record being on repeat.
“Cā liàng, get me the miraculous.” His voice echoes with anger. She grips her head only for the flames to cover buildings.
Rage ate me up
Tears swell in her eyes.
“Marinette,” She turns to see Chat Noir, coughing up blood. He holds onto his side using his baton as leverage. “Marinette this isn’t like you…” He holds out his arm for her to take.
Memories of the past months’ skyrockets towards her.
Almost getting expelled.
Being left out of gatherings.
Constantly being asked to do things she never wanted to do.
Her good nature being taken advantage of.
The flames grow more in size as she lets out a cry like no other.
“NO!” She screams as a familiar yo-yo string wraps around her.
“Cā liàng, your evil doings is no more.” Everyone turns to the figure that looks very similar to Ladybug.
Cā liàng shakes off the string and sends columns of fire towards the Ladybug themed hero.
“I won’t go back to being naive, kind-hearted Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I want them to burn.”
“You don’t want that. Remember those that haven’t wronged you. Those that care for you.” The Ladybug replacement says coming closer to the akumatized victim.
“You don’t understand!” Cā liàng cries out surrounding herself with her own flames.
When the flames disperse, Cā liàng was no longer there.
The temporary Ladybug gasps, searching for her opponent only to turns to help Chat Noir.
“Do you need to de-transform?” She asks after thoroughly examining the wounded hero. He shakes his head.
“We need to save her.” He winces as he moves.
She pushes back, “We can’t if your wounded, Marinette is the most strong-willed person I know and I doubt that this will be the end.”
Endless forlornness has made me numb
Standing on top of the Eiffel Tower, Cā liàng skips around. Pain crosses her face as she grips her head. His voice rings in the back of her head. Wrapping her arms around her torso, her nails dig into her arms.
Tears threaten to leave her eyes.
Has the not feeling pain really become something of second nature to her? All the time she withholds herself from feeling negative emotions.
“Cā liàng.” He wants her to do something she’s not capable of. Not because of her good nature but because she knows the truth. Her body captivated by the boost of power he had endorsed her with wants nothing more than to obey.
“No!”
I'd rather rise from here
Her flames surround her once more creating a sphere of pink and purple.
A massive heatwave hits Paris, France.
People sweating off their clothes runs to hide in either shame or embarrassment.
From the Eiffel Tower, the sphere only grows in size. In the center is Cā liàng letting of her anguish cries.
The temp. Ladybug swings with her yo-yo to the scene, keeping her emotions in check hidden from the world. She tries to break through into the spear. No luck.
“Miraculous Ladybug!” The temp ladybug calls out. Only for a guitar pick to fall down to her hands.
“Luka?” She questions looking between the growing sphere and the pick. “Of course.”
Swinging the yo-yo back down, the temp. Ladybug runs off in the direction of a familiar houseboat.
Or should I hold on to my past?
Luka, with a somber look, stares out of his window. Something wasn’t right, he knew that everyone in Paris knew that, but the odd feeling isn’t leaving him.
“Luka!” A familiar voice screams out.
“Ladybug?”
“Yes, no, yes, look Marinette needs you. I believe you’re the only one that can get through to her.” She states staring the blue-haired dyed older teen in the eyes.
Luka didn’t need any more convincing. With a nod of his head, the two rushes off the boat.
In the sphere, Cā liàng is reliving her worst fear. The fire exits through her body, creating a ring as images of her past appear within the rings. Tears stream down her cheeks as she watches.
From Adrien telling her to ignore Lila and don’t expose her to her parents giving her disappointed stares. Everything feels real.
“Marinette!” Familiar voices call out to her.
Unbeknownst to Cā liàng, columns of fire spread across the streets of Paris.
They've burnt to ashes
Faded to grey
The images turn into ashes.
Cā liàng opens her eyes and takes a deep breath. Turning around, she is faced to faced with Ladybug and Luka, Chat Noir nowhere in sight. She smirks at the two and lowers herself away from the duo.
“You’re too late,” Her voice echoes deeper than what they had expected. She turns to face the downfall of Paris and sees that ashes of buildings, bodies frozen in soot, the glowing of the sunset soon illuminated over the city of love.
Temp. Ladybug swings her yo-yo...
Cā liàng doesn’t dodge it, allowing the yoyo to wrap around her. The sphere behind her moves hovering over the Eiffel Tower.
“Chat Noir!” Ladybug calls out.
“Cataclysm!”
The world goes dark.
Returned to the earth
Cā liàng feet touch the ground, as the explosion turns to flickering sparkles of dust. She looks up to the sky, Ladybug and Luka are staring down at the copy of Cā liàng. Her mission is clear, as she walks the familiar path towards the school grounds.
There in the middle of it is a frozen version of Lila Rossi. The liar lies on the ground with a sooted covered Alya and Caline Bustier beside her. Cā liàng walks closer and gently caress the teen’s face. Her eyes dead of emotion, but face strained with tears, she holds up her hand. A swirl of fire surrounds the liar, only to clear revealing the liar un-sooted.
“I forgive you.” Cā liàng whispers, “But that doesn’t mean I wouldn’t kill you.”
Lila, stares at the akumatized Marinette, “How can you? I destroyed you and this just tops the cake.”
Cā liàng smirks and bits her lip. “And if I were to end you now, who would they blame?” A fire goes ablaze in her eyes all while forming fire beneath the one that has caused her so much pain.
With one mighty shriek, Lila cries out, “Ladybug!”
Yes it's meant to be
The battle was fierce, but tiresome for everyone. With Lila nearly dying by the hands of Cā liàng, nearly traumatizing Marinette in the process. Ladybug had to work quickly as she knew this will only mentally damage Marinette if she were to go through this.
“Marinette!” A spark of hope raises when the akumatized item sparks. Luka was the only one close to the two when spark appeared.
Without hesitation, Luka pulls Cā liàng causing her to lose focus, nearly burning him the process. Ladybug is quick to destroy the object.
Uncertain flame of hope I found
Will you lead me back on the right track?
Once the mist of the akuma faded away, Marinette falls into Luka’s arms. He holds her tightly humming a soft tune. The burnt marks fade away as the Miraculous magic revives those that froze and the buildings that turned to ash.
Reporters try to get the temporary Ladybug to speak about the hardship of taking down this akuma, only for her to glare and disappear into the sky and behind buildings.
“Luka,” Marinette soft voice pulls Luka out his tune and focus on the poor teen in his arms.
“I got you, Nettie.”
Marinette shakily nods and closes her eyes.
Permanent ML Tag List: @damianette-is-life
#akumatized marinette#promare inspired#miraculous ladybug fanfic#miraculous ladybug#ml fanfic#artxyra one-shots#mildly salted#slightly angsty
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Lose You to Love Me | Song!Fic
So, I’ve been meaning to use this song for a while now and I finally have gotten to it. Once again my uploads are going to be once in a blue moon, I’m working on a script that I want to put into a competition and let’s just say original ideas take me the longest to formulate and write.
The crowds grow wild as the music begins to play over the large pink speakers. Yells of excitement vary across the crowd. The chanting of a singular name, Reinette, chorus through various mouths of ravenous fans.
However, little did the crowd of fans knew, their pop star is on the verge of a breakdown.
It was the anniversary of her life crashing down around her. Everyone in her private circle thought they made it past this, but they were wrong. The cries of a broken heart echo through the walls.
“Will she be alright, love?” I certain rock star ask his daring wife. The wife looks up to him and smiles softly. They may view the pop star as their daughter but even they knew the hardships she had to endure to get to where she is now.
“I sure hope so, but you know how she is, Jagged. She’ll put on a show despite her wellbeing.” The wife answers, taking her husband’s hand into her own.
“Maybe it wasn’t so rock ‘n roll to have a concert during this time of the year. Though, you are right. She wouldn’t want to disappoint her fans. They have supported her through so much.”
“From the first video, she ever posted to now.”
The couple shares a chuckle.
It was then that the echoing cries fade into silence. Everyone behind stage waits with a sharpened breath.
The door opens to reveal a dark-haired, pink low light, young woman in her early twenties. Her face caked with make-up but still able to look natural. Her performing out dazzling in the limelight.
“Reinette?” The wife cautiously asks.
Reinette turns to the woman, her pale blue eyes twinkle, though the wife believes it because of the tears that were once falling down her cheeks.
The couple rushes over to the young woman and embraces her into their arms.
“Marinette?” The rock star whispers knowing that no one would dare come near them.
“I’m fine, I promise.” She replies with an uplifting smile, but the couple knew her long enough to know, that she wasn’t fine.
“Do you want to go through with the performance?” The wife asks, looking between the singer and rock star, as she is hoping for answers.
With a deep breath, Marinette--no Reinette, nods. “Thank you for everything, Penny.”
“I wouldn’t have it any other way, Nettie.” Penny then turns to the crew behind, playfully pretending to work. “Alright, you heard the woman. There will be a concert tonight.”
The crew burst out cheering.
Reinette tucks a strand of hair behind her ear and goes to pick up a free-standing microphone. She quickly makes her way over to her guitarist, an old friend.
“Hey, I was wondering, can you play…” She starts off asking only to be shushed by the guitarist.
“Say no more, Rein, I got you.” He answers only to then puck a feel of the strings to create the melody of the song.
Reinette smiles, but even he knew that it was fake.
“Thank you.” With a friendly kiss on the cheek, she walks away to prep for her performance.
It was long until Reinette enters the stages.
Standing tall amongst all her fans, she brings the microphone to her lips.
“Thank you all for coming. For those who have been following my journey to frame over the years, all know that this is the hardest time of my life. So, to start this off, with what started all of this.” Reinette speaks with a sincerest that her real fan had fallen in love with.
“You promise the world and I fell for it…” As the words left her lips, Reinette could feel the familiar tug of forgotten memories. The pain, her suffering, the betrayal, all wash over her as she continues to sing. “I put you first and you adored it.”
Five years ago, not a lot of time has passed since then. She remembers the feeling of being elected as the class representative ending the reign of Chloe Bougious. Making clothes, presents, banners, and even baked goods all for her friends at the time. Those were the days. Of laughter, of fun, no selfless act can beat.
“Set fires to my forest and you let it burn.” There were moments. The way her friends reacted to her crush on Adrian. Making her look bad if not worse than what she already was. Back then, those were laughable memories, but now just a painful reminder of her early teen years.
“Sang off-key in my chorus 'cause it wasn't yours.” She never asked for anything in return, just their friendship and they took advantage of that. Advantage of her generosity her personality under the influence that it would help her succeed. Yes, at the beginning she may have abandoned them with her duties for Ladybug duties, nothing more than that.
“I saw the signs and I ignored it. Rose-colored glasses all distorted.” She wishes she had seen the signs long before Lila came along. The expectation of her to do something. Mlle. Bustier asking for her to be the example. To be the leader when she wasn’t ready. She did so much for them. It only clicked when she opened her eyes and saw them for who they truly were. Childhood friends mean nothing to them as long as they receive a prize at the end.
“Set fire to my purpose and I let it burn. You got off on the hurtin' when it wasn't yours, yeah,” They broke her nearly beyond repair. Made her question her existence. The fire became ablaze when her parents gotten involved. Not trusting their daughter, someone they raised over a psychopathic liar. They supported her, crazy ideas and all until that point only to question soon after. Nothing in that household felt the same. The fresh bake goods lost it luster. The business boomed only to slow down. They blamed it all on her.
“We'd always go into it blindly. I needed to lose you to find me.” And lose them she did. Her parents, her classmates, they all had to go. It was toxic and no matter what people told her, she never looked back. Finding comfort in the man that made her an honorary niece, comfort in the friends--Luka, Kagami, Marc, and Aurore--she found the strength to be herself. Forgoing fashion designing as her career of choice. Becoming the psychologist, she wanted to be.
“This dance, it was killing me softly. I needed to hate you to love me, yeah.” It took her years to find that strength. A multitude of therapy sessions. Various amount of covers to express herself. For the first time, she let out all the anguish she carried. The emotions she had packed up in fear of being akumatized. Nothing prepared her allies for the emotional breakdown.
“To love, love, yeah. To love, love, yeah. To love, yeah. I needed to lose you to love me, yeah.” Opening her eyes, she can see the smiles of her friends fade away into terrifying smirks only to be blown away by the light. She repeats the lines one more time. A small smile sneaks up onto her lips. Her voice slowly becomes stronger, but it still holds it’s soft tone. However, a memory that she had long forgot tugs to the forefront of her mind.
“I gave my all and they all know it.” It was when the lies that Lila was spurring became too much. This wasn’t like the time she was nearly expelled, no, this was much worst. It’s what finally broke the spell that Adrien had over her. Adrien Agreste, a simple rich-boy with no sense of a dangerous situation. He had been her hold, the person she could rely on.
“Then you tore me down and now it's showing.” He hadn’t been the one to tear her down, it was the boy’s father that had done it, instead. Lila had used one her designs and gave it to the older Agreste, who then blacklist the younger designer. Adrien didn’t say a word, how could he. The one person who had been her rock finally shatters in a million pieces.
“In two months, you replaced us. Like it was easy.” They had replaced her with Lila, as their everyday Ladybug and honest friend. She will never forgive them for that. At first, it was fine, but now it was a lost cause.
“Made me think I deserved it. In the thick of healing, yeah.” Reinette could feel the tears trickling down her cheeks. The memories tied to this song always does that. From the good to the bad, and the ugly. Her only solstice is that of those that had supported her.
The closer she came to the of the song, that smile that had been hidden for far too long, slowly creeps onto her face. She turns to the guitarist; he’s smiling at her as if she should make a statement. Allowing the stress, the pain, and the sadness be lifted off her shoulders, her voice echoes through the speakers.
“And now the chapter is closed and done.” She looks at the crowd before her. Everyone holding each other trying not to cry. Some waves their phones in the air creating a lighting effect that she has seen repeatedly. These are the people that help her grow stronger, stuck with her through thick and thin.
“To love, love, yeah. To love, love, yeah. To love, yeah.” Let her message run deeper than any has done for her. Creating Reinette was the best choice she has ever made. Others would say Ladybug has made her stronger, but no, Reinette was the one who truly did it. Wallowing in the past has made her weak but it has made her stronger in the long run. It was time for her to close this chapter and move on.
“And now it's goodbye, it's goodbye for us.” To Alya, to her parents, to Lila, to her peers that long have forgotten her, this is goodbye. Goodbye to the pain she has endured. Goodbye to the hard work she has done to prove herself to them. No more.
Standing strong against her audience, applauses rings throughout the venue. Reinette swallows the bile that had built up in her throat. The butterflies in her stomach slowly dissipating. The applauses rings in her ears that she barely heard Jagged Stone walking up behind her. He places a firm hand on her shoulder.
“Ladies and gentlemen, I give you Reinette!” His voice echoes through the speakers causing another round of applause.
Reinette bows to her audience, pushing back of strand of hair that had fallen from her ponytail. Standing tall and with the mic closer to her mouth, she thanks the crowd for everything.
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