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Nightly Nino 72
I'll always have your back, dude. And your front! You're my bro.
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c'mon bugaboo
cat noir x reader
'sentibubbler': season 4, episode 10
TW: angst and comfort, cursing, spoilers for that episode.
this is a little scenario I had in my head about him, so I decided to put it here. I don't know if this is really angst but I'm just gonna put it just in case. I'm sorry I've been gone for so long, here's my apology<3
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"b-but I wanna help. why can't I help?" cat noir asks.
"well, we really don't need your cataclysm so" rena says as she makes a mirage of ladybug. she runs off, rena following the fake ladybug.
"well.... there's nothing I can do now. I feel useless now ladybugs the guardian of the miracle box." cat sighs.
cat felt useless like he said. since ladybug can temporarily give people miraculous's, there was almost no need for him anymore. cat goes off with no destination in mind. he just jumps around from roof to roof. rena said their plan didn't require cat noir, so he walks around for hours. he sees the miraculous ladybug fix everything and sighs. by the time he's tired of running, he jumps down onto a roof and sits down, not knowing he's waken up someone.
y/n pov
"what the fuck, who or what is on my roof?" I get up from my bed to see what the noise came from.
I see that familiar black cat costume with the matching ears coming from that blond head.
"cat?" I walk up behind him and sit down.
"o-oh I'm sorry. I landed too hard and probably woke you up. I'll leave." he stands up to leave. "no no no, I was already awake. I've just gotta ask, what are you doing here? shouldn't you be with ladybug?" I sit down next to him.
he sighs, debating on whether to tell you or not. "well..." he goes on.
"ladybug hasn't really been needing me the last few missions. she's been asking other people for help. and...." he takes a breath, holding in tears, "it makes me feel like she doesn't need me anymore. like she's tossed me to the curb. like today, nino got akumatized into the sentibubbler by shadow moth. I was all ready to come and help, but rena said they don't need me..." I see a single tear fall from his eyes.
"ladybug has missed a lot of our nightly patrols. I miss it. I miss saving akumatized villains, I miss our patrols around Paris, I miss...." he takes a breath, "I miss her."
I look at him and hold his hand. I see him look at my hand on his.
"I'm kinda in the same situation, cat. but that's for another day. I don't wanna put this on you. do you wanna come in? it's kinda cold out here." I ask.
"sure... it is a bit chilly" he stands up and follows me.
we walk through my back door into my room. my room is quite big with the couch so it won't be too cramped with both of us in here(I know this is a bit much but just work with me please).
"hey cat." I look at him. "what's up?" he tries to say without breaking his voice. I hold out my arms to invite him in a hug. he looks at me with sad eyes, tumbles into my arms and breaks down crying.
he cries for a good while and when he calms down he asks, "am I just not enough?" he whispers. "oh cat, of course you're enough. I can't tell you why she gives other people miraculous's. but I do know that you're a great hero to Paris."
"I am?" he looks up at me. "yes cat, you're the best hero i have ever seen." I reassure him.
"thank you, truly. I'm sorry I was so loud on your roof." he apologizes. "no no it's ok, I'm glad you were because I wouldn't have met you" he smiles at my words. I hear faint beeps as cat looks down at his ring. "shit, I gotta go. it was nice meeting you......?" he pauses, not knowing my name. "it's y/n. is there a name I can call you instead of cat?" he laughs a bit at my question, "call me whatever you come up with, i don't mind." he answers.
"it was nice meeting you, kitty," I take his hand before he leaves, "if you ever feel like this again or need to talk, I'm always free. come by anytime." I smile.
"of course, cutie. I wouldn't want to miss any opportunity to see you again." he kisses the back of my hand.
"I'm see you soon, kitty." I kiss his cheek. he smiled at my kiss and went out the window.
'i hope I see him again. he's pretty cute.' I say to myself. I go back to my bed and drift off into sleep, thinking about a certain cat in mind.
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I will hopefully be doing a part 2 if y'all are interested<3
#cat noir#chat noir#cat noir x reader#chat noir x reader#x reader#miraculous ladybug#miraculous#miraculous x reader
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Everything’s the same, but Nath is a creepy goth
When Nathaniel first walked into DuPont, lightning crashed and a bat perched itself on his shoulder
There wasn’t even supposed to be a storm that day
He’s always adding his creepy two cents
Alix: So what's going on after school?
Nathaniel: Well, there was a murder on my street and the chalk outline is still there. We can play hopscotch.
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Nathaniel: *As Alya hugs her pet tarantula* I know how you feel, Alya. Before I found my pet clam, I was lackluster and morose.
Marc: That was a coin purse, sweetie.
Nathaniel: … Oh, life just gives me one blow after another.
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Alix: *Points to Audrey* Ha! You’re funny! You’re also old.
Nathaniel: Soon, you will be dead. Then we will dig your grave and make your corpse do embarrassing things a la weekend at the carnival.
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Marinette: Okay, everyone! The fashion show starts in five minutes. How are we all feeling?
Nathaniel: *Wearing a white jacket, black shirt, red jeans, and red converse* You cruel bastard.
The only splash of color Nathaniel has is the red ring Marc gave him
Other than that, he refuses to wear any sort of colors
He’s always scaring people by popping up out of nowhere
No one knows how he does it. Some say he can teleport, others say people just need to pay more attention
Nathaniel: You forgot me.
Marinette: *Screams when Nathaniel suddenly appears next to her* Nathaniel! I always forget about Nathaniel!
Nathaniel: Story of my life.
He’s an introvert, but he likes to be noticed at times
His one goal in life is to become undead and then make Marc his boyfriend for all eternity
Adrien: *Screams when Nathaniel appears next to him* Nathaniel! At least you're still normal!… You are, right?
*Nathaniel looks toward Adrien, and smiles wide to reveal a pair of vampiric fangs as he hisses*
Adrien: NOT NORMAL!
Nathaniel: I was bitten by the zoo’s liberated vampire bat. Greatest! Day! EVER! *turns into a bat and flies away*
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Ivan: They’re gonna burn us alive!
Nathaniel: Technically, we will only be alive for the first half of the burning.
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Nathalie: Make a wish!
Adrien: *Blows out his candle* I wish for a black hole to take me...
Nathaniel: Adrien, if you say it out loud, it won't come true.
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Marinette: I have some new business. Chloé treats us like dirt. Why don't we elect someone else student council president?
Ivan: But nobody's ever beaten Chloé.
Marinette: How do we know unless we try? l mean, you could run, Nath.
Nathaniel: No, no. I have a skeleton in my closet. Oh, wait. No, I forgot. I made soup.
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Nathaniel: *Lightning crashes as he walks into his home with a bat perched on his shoulder* I do so enjoy our nightly strolls, Fangs.
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Nino: Sorry again for messing up your sketchbook and stuff.
Nathaniel: ‘Messing it up?’ Now that I know I can use it to curse people, I like it even more. *Leaves*
Kim: Of course, he does.
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Jagged Stone: Hold on now! These are the gloomiest, creepiest children I have ever seen!
Ivan/Juleka/Nathaniel: *Blushing* Oh, stop/You’re making me blush/You are too kind
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Nathaniel: I’m so thrilled, I can barely contain myself. *His expression remains neutral*
Mme. Bustier: I know, Nathaniel. I can see it all over your face.
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Adrien: Nath, you’re not looking too good. Are you sick?
Nathaniel: Ugh. This is just how I look.
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Marinette: *Sees Nathaniel floating on his back in the pool* Nathaniel? I didn’t know you liked to swim.
Nathaniel: I’m not swimming. I’m trying to see if I’m a warlock. Am I floating?
Marinette: … Yes.
Nathaniel: Wicked.
This guy knows a lot of creepy facts, such as how sharp a knife needs to be in order to cut nice and smooth through the bone, how to play the perfect corpse, and how to attract spiders
Marc doesn’t mind his spiders one bit
#miraculous ladybug#miraculous#nathaniel kurtzberg#answered ask#ask me stuff#goth#ml incorrect quotes
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“You know how sometimes when women are close their periods can sync up? Well apparently if they’re really close they can also sync up when they miss one”
- Adrien about to announce some news via a corny joke
Glasses slowly slid down Nino's noses, as he listened with mouth wide open to his friend announcing quite possibly the most important piece of news in his young adult life with Chat Noir's lacklustre approach to seriousness.
And it was apt, as it was Chat Noir's reckless behaviour that put him in this predicament. Then again, very few could resist the sight of naked Kagami and Marinette, their arms and legs coiled around each other in deep, sensual kiss, and that was the sight that welcomed Chat one fateful night two months ago.
The girls expected their nightly visitor and invited him inside the room, their bed, and inside their heated pussies. Perhaps it was the magic of their magical partners, the heat in the air, or the combination of pheromones of their coinciding ovulations, but neither of the three young adults thought very much of protection as Chat took care of each girl's itching desires, one after another, several times in a row, until their asses were sore and their pussies were leaking his virile, potent cum that didn't make it to their magically synchronised wombs, though at that point a few lost drops wouldn't change a thing…
Nino still couldn't believe him, until he looked at Marinette and Kagami, each holding Adrien by one of his arms in a protective and possessive gesture, the sparks in their eyes confirming Chat Noir's double conquest.
Realisation hit Nino even harder when he understood that he might have a similar announcement to make regarding Alya and Zoe…
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#AO3 Link#FanFiction#AO3 Marinette#💖#🐞#💚#Marinette#Adrien#♢#R:G#A:Anything 4 Our#Chat Blanc#Fluff#Angst
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Natural Light (Summer of ‘23)
The days have grown shorter,
The bedroom curtains lay down
Into the afternoon
With growing regularity.
This cool, cloudy summer
Matches step with my heart.
It trickles in through
The living room sheers
And down
The eager mouths of the skylights,
Much as the muted glow
Of the city asleep
Nightly fills
My weary eyes.
The hot summers past
With her,
Striving toward something unknown,
Wellness, a future,
Fighting ourselves, our sicknesses,
Medicating against the darkness,
Calculated chemical burnings
Firing stars.
Those bright June suns together
Are behind me now
Stifled by older cycles,
El Nino and
My insistent return to square one.
Dim afternoons through clear windows alone,
The true state of me.
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Quick Rockeater Translations
Feel free to ask any questions or request secene translations.
I think it’s so cute that Gloob does this little challenges throughout the episode. Today’s was: how many times does Nino’s phone show up?
Nino: do you think t-rexes eat a lot?
The lady literally brought the dinosaurs back to life and Bot Roth wants to buy them to build a park (references, anyone?)
Nino was upset Rena Rouge wasn’t there and LB said it was because they only needed Carapace.
Alya’s new look is camouflage.
Marinette asks if she told Nino she’s never going to be Rena again and Alya doesn’t want to tell him. She wants to tell him the turth because they don’t have secrets and if Nino finds out, he’ll never trust her again. Marinette says it’s necessary and says she hasn’t played with her father in months and has to lie to her family all the time.
Alya comes all “we need to talk” to Nino and says everything between them will change and Nino immediately assumes she doesn’t love him anymore. She tells him she will never be Rena again and he says that’s a pity, but it’s for her safety and she shouldn’t be so scared to tell him.
Marinette: soon our nightly stroll will begin and they start to talk in code. Alya really wants everyone to know she’s “Sneaky Rena” (that’s how she calls herself now) and wants to post Sneaky Rena selfies on the Ladyblog. Marinette says she can’t and she says she’ll post about Chat then.
Nino is really upset with Rena x Noir and Alya says it’s just a movie. Movie! Ladybug: “Rena is right, Chat Noir, you and Rena will be much better together”.
He heard her talking about content for the Ladyblog with Marinette and wants to see. It was the Sneaky Rena selfies so she doesn’t show him and he’s suspicious of it.
The children are arguing about who Chat Noir likes, LB or Rena. The boy says “Well, I’m Chat Noir and all girls like me.”
Nino tells Adrien Alya likes Chat Noir and he’s like “what’s next? She likes Jagged’s crocodile too?” and after Nino says he’ll find proof and hang up, Plagg says maybe Adrien is catching his bad luck. So he will go talk to her to see if maybe she’s into him to set things straight.
Nino, narrating in black and white: “who would want a turtle? Nobody can resist a cat”
Chat Noir asks her if she feels anything for him and she laughs and says he’s crazy and she has a boyfriend. They hug and he says “sorry”. Alya says Nino is much more irresistible than Chat and that she would never fall in love with someone whose identity is a secret.
Nino shows Adrien the pictures and he says it’s a misunderstanding for sure, Alya is just a fan and that she would never fall in love with someone she doesn’t know, because. Nino tells Adrien that Alya is Rena and he’s Carapace.
Adrien: “you and Alya know each other’s identity? I thought secret identity should be hidden all the time, Ladybug would never approve.” Nino: “Ladybug gave us the miraculous at the same time.” Adrien is really shocked and doesn’t believe it. He’s really upset they know each other’s identity and Ladybug let them know. He thought secret identities were sacred.
Nino told Adrien that Ladybug thinks Chat is annoying, that’s why she rejects him. That’s why he’s all charming to Rena and trying to steal her away.
Ladybug to Rena; you said that if he heard you guy’s conversation he wouldn’t think you were dating? Can you make an audio illusion?
Chat Noir asks Nino to talk to him, please, and let him explain. Of course Rockeater does not care.
Ladybug says she has a projector to show what happened that night with her Lucky Charm and Rockeater pauses to hear.
Nino: “Shadow Moth, you can keep your lame powers.”
Nino says he doesn’t need the anti-akuma charm (because he’ll never doubt Alya again), but takes it.
Nino: sorry to doubt you, man. Chat Noir: “everyone has doubts sometimes, even me.”
Adrien: “I can’t believe she gave them that miraculous. They know each other’s identities and are a couple. Why does that rule even exist?” Plagg; “she’s the guardian, we’re just the cheeses and she decides the menu.”
Alya tells Nino she’s still Rena Rouge and that she can’t hide it from him bc she loves him.
#rockeater#miraculous ladybug#ml spoilers#Marinette Dupain-Cheng#adrien agreste#alya cesaire#nino lahiffe
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Ok so currently grieving Taylor not releasing Begin Again (TV) yet so instead I will be sharing my hot takes about Miraculous character’s favorite Taylor albums.
So first of all, Marinette. I think her favorite is Fearless. It’s got the teen love vibes that she is all about. You already know she’s singing You Belong With Me nightly. She was so excited for Fearless Taylor’s Version and has already got half the songs on her top most played.
Adrien likes Lover. It’s got a nice variety of angst and love. Every single playlist he has made thinking about Ladybug has both Lover and Paper Rings on it. Also he loves The Man and we Stan him for that. Also he cries to Soon You’ll Get Better.
Alya’s favorite is Red. I think she really likes the hits from this one like 22, I Knew You Were Trouble, and We Are Never Getting Back Together, but her favorite is Holy Ground. And while she has never been through a dramatic breakup before she adores All Too Well, because how can you not.
I feel like Nino’s favorite would be Reputation, since it’s got a bit of a different sound (not that he dislikes the others, but this caught his attention). He heard Look What You Made Me Do first and only listened to that until Alya forced him to listen to more, and now his favorite is Dancing With Our Hands Tied.
Luka has 1989 energy. I think his favorite is Wildest Dreams and All You Had To Fo Was Stay, but he tells everyone his favorite is I Know Places.
Kagami only listened to her debut album. Her favorite from that was Teardrops on my Guitar.
Feel free to disagree with me on this, and tell me what their actual favorites are.
#miraculous ladybug#adrien agreste#marinette dupain cheng#miraculous fandom#ladybug#miraculous#chat noir#mlb#ml kagami#kagami tsuguri#luka couffaine#alya cesaire#ml nino#nino lahiffe#ml alya#ml luka#taylor swift
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Salt-Fic September Day 6: Camera
Damian had met Marinette about a year ago. He had been in Paris with his father, and had literally bumped into the clumsy girl. Despite his icy demeanor, Marinette still treated him with kindness. Her warmth thawed Damian to a degree and they spent the remainder of his trip together. By the time he left, they had decided to start a long-distance relationship. They messaged all the time, and FaceTime every night. It was during one of these nightly video chats that Damian learned about the liar.
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Damian had thought Marinette was exaggerating when she told him how gullible her class was. She wasn’t exaggerating. He had transferred to her school for a semester as an exchange student to see what the situation was, and it was worse than he thought. Marinette had told him that the class had been pulling away from her. What she did not tell him, is that she is almost completely isolated, with only three people still talking to her.
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Nino, Nathaniel, and Adrien all knew that the Italian was a liar and had stayed by Marinette’s side, despite the class pressuring them to abandon her. They said they should leave Marinette by herself to ‘teach her a lesson’. The thought of that infuriated Damian. How dare these imbeciles be so callous towards his angel. Damian knew it was the liar’s fault, she was the one who tricked the class into turning against Marinette. Damian was going to end this girl’s reign over the class if it was the last thing he did. Damian spent the rest of the school day, watching as the class fawned over the liar and her obviously made up stories. He could not believe how easily fooled they all were.
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After school, Damian spoke with Marinette to see what she had already tried. Damian was shocked by how some of the attempts had gone wrong. Like how when Marinette threw a napkin to prove Lila’s wrist wasn’t sprained, and they all fell for her stupid story about how a napkin gouged someone’s eye. How could anyone believe something so stupid? Then Marinette told him about how Alya had asked her for proof that Lila was lying, without having any proof herself that she was telling the truth. That gave Damian an idea.
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Though there was one question still on Damian’s mind. “Why has this deceiver grown to despise you?” Marinette just sighed. “I knew she was lying from day one. I-” Marinette paused before she revealed her secret and switched to a different story. “She said she saved Jagged Stone’s kitten, but I’ve worked for him before. He has never had a cat, only Fang. His crocodile. Anyway, after the napkin incident and she realized I was trying to expose her, she cornered me in the bathroom. She tried to play nice, but when I didn’t buy it, she changed. She told me she would take all my friends and leave me alone.” Damian had to force the rage he felt to the side, for one because Marinette had told him about akumas and he didn’t want to deal with that right now. But also, because now he had a plan. “You said she threatened you after you tried to expose her right? Think she would do the same if I did?”
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Damian’s plan was simple. He would actively try to expose the liar to the class, in a way that the liar was sure to notice. When that inevitably failed, like it did for Marinette, then he would make sure he was alone for a while in the locker room. Lila would come to threaten him, just like she did with Marinette and he would try to keep the liar talking as long as possible. What Lila won’t know is that there will be a hidden camera in the locker room recording every poisonous word. He will have video evidence of the liar admitting to her deception. He also planned to share the video, live, with everyone in school, so no one can claim it was edited. If this doesn’t convince the class, then he is getting his angel out of this school.
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The next day, Damian started his plan. First, he went into the locker room and hid a camera up near the windows. The camera is remote controlled so as soon as the liar came in to confront him, he would start recording. Then he went into the classroom to begin the next phase of the plan. When Lila started one of her stories, this time about helping Prince Ali with a new environmental charity, Damian pointed out to the class that Prince Ali is known for working with children charities, not environmental charities. Lila floundered for a moment, but quickly covered her tracks. “He may be known for the children’s charities, but he has a wide variety of philanthropic interests. He just doesn’t get as much media coverage for his other charities.” The class bought the lie and didn’t question the liar at all. But that hadn’t been Damian’s goal with that comment. And based of the glare the Italian was giving him, he had accomplished his true goal.
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At lunch, Damian waited in the locker room like he planned. He didn’t have to wait long before he heard it. The sound of the locker room door opening. He turned to see the liar standing near the door. Damian quickly started the camera recording and broadcasting, and waited for the liar to start talking. Once she knew they were alone, the smile dropped from her face. “I can see you’re smart so I’m not going to waste our time trying to trick you with the nice girl routine. Don’t ever try to expose me again, or you will regret it.” Damian couldn’t hide the smirk on his face as the liar fell into the trap, which seemed to anger her further. “What do you mean Lila? Expose what?” Lila sneered at Damian, “You know exactly what. You tried to expose that my stories are more fiction than fact. If you don’t want to go through what I did to Marinette, then be smart and back off.”
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Damian had succeeded with getting the liar to admit to her lies on camera. But he wanted to clear Marinette too. “What did you do to Marinette?” Lila smirked, “I made her friends abandon her. You’ve seen how she sits in the back with only a few friends. She used to be one of the most popular girls in class. Now she is a nobody in the back of the room that everyone thinks is a bully because I told them so. I even got her expelled for a while. And if you try to expose me as a liar again, I will do the exact same thing to you. I will make your time in Paris miserable.”
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Now it was Damian’s turn to smirk. “See I won’t have to expose you, because you just revealed yourself. See that little camera up there by the window. It recorded every word you just said. It has also been streaming this live to the whole school. Now the whole school knows you are nothing but a liar.” Lila turns pale as she finally notices the camera. She flees from the locker room, hoping that Damian was lying or that some people didn’t watch the video or watched it and didn’t believe it. But when she got back to the courtyard everyone was glaring at her. Just like that Lila’s hold on the school was completely broken. She tried to reclaim her control, but no one listened to her now. Damian had also shared the video with one person outside of the school. Lila’s mother. Her mother had come quickly after the video aired and pulled her daughter out of the school, to send her back to Italy to attend a reform school. The liar was gone from his angel’s life and Marinette couldn’t be happier. And it was all thanks to Damian and his camera
Hope you guys liked it! @maribat-central-official
#saltfic september#salt september#ml#ml fic#ml fanfic#ml salt#ml salt fic#ml salt fanfic#class salt#ml class#ml class salt#lila rossi#Lila exposed#lila exposed fic#lila salt#lila gets exposed#miraculous ladybug#miraculous fanfic#miraculous fic#miraculoustalesofladybugandcatnoir#miraculous salt fanfic#miraculous salt fic#miraculous salt#ml x dc#miraculous x dc#maribat#damimari#daminette#maridami#damian x marinette
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I see a lot of Damienette where Mari is set up on a blind date (kidnapped) with Adrien by Alya or the girl squad. Then Damien has to come save her. I am wondering if you could do this idea with Timinette instead. Minimal salt, maybe a bit of angst because Tim has insecurities about whether he is good enough for Mari. Preferably a happy ending. But overall completely open to your creativity because i enjoy your writing.
@neakco I’m very sorry this took so long, but I hope this was somewhat similar to what you had in mind. It was originally going to be a lot angstier, but then I decided that you guys deserved fluff after that last one so...
Mari: The girls are asking me to meet them at a fancy restaurant again.
Mari: Like I don’t know what they’re trying to do at this point.
Mari: Come rescue me? Please?
Tim: Of course.
Tim: Want me to bring a coffee?
Mari: Please. I’m going to need it after this.
Tim: Done. Send me the time and place.
Mari: [Image]
Mari: 6:45 pm.
Tim: Got it.
Mari: Thanks, love you! Hope that meeting doesn’t bore you to death.
Tim: It can’t bore me to death if I’m already dead.
Tim: Love you too.
Marinette taps her fingers nervously on her legs underneath the table as Adrien prattles on about something or other, sneaking a glance at her phone. 6:43. Two more minutes.
“-and I said that was absolutely ridiculous, and they laughed at me! Can you believe that, Marinette?”
She snaps back to attention. “What? No, of course not! They have no clue what they’re talking about!”
That seems to be the right thing to say, because the blond’s chest puffs out as he preens, obviously pleased with the stroking to his ego.
6:44. Sixty seconds.
“Anyway, I told them that…” Adrien is off again, and Marinette takes the opportunity to discreetly scan her surroundings again, noting Alya and Nino in poor disguises at the table across from them, Alix and Rose at another, and Mylene and Juleka behind them.
She made sure to choose a seat where she could see the entrance, and it pays off when she sees Tim enter, dressed in his work clothes (because the suits he wears to work are more than enough for a restaurant, even of this caliber), one hand holding her usual coffee order- six shots of espresso, a mountain of whipped cream, sprinkles, and an enormous amount of sugar.
Marinette sighs happily before going to greet him. She loves this man more than she loves her coffee, and that’s saying a lot.
“Mon coeur!” She greets, immediately capturing his lips with hers. So maybe it was a tad aggressive. Sue her. It was hard dealing with Adrien and the girls, okay?
“Hey Mari.” He says back, a smile pulling on his lips. “Hope it wasn’t too bad.”
She was just about to reply it’s so much better now that you’re here when she’s pulled aside by Alya, whose floppy hat has been discarded and whose face is now twisted with rage.
“What the heck, Marinette? You can’t just go up to random people and kiss them, especially when you’re on a date with someone else! How are you ever going to get together with Adrien if you keep on doing things like this? Besides, do you even know who you just kissed? That was Timothy Drake-Wayne! The co-CEO of Wayne Enterprises and the son of the richest man in the world!”
Marinette raises an eyebrow. “Let me make something clear. I am not interested in Adrien. I do not want to date him, I do not want to get together with him, and I do not want to be around him. It is your schemes that dragged me here, to this place, to go on a ‘date’ with him. And yes, I do know who I just kissed. Is kissing my boyfriend illegal now?”
“Wh-what?” Alya sputters. “There’s no way that he’s your-”
“Boyfriend?” Tim interrupts, putting a gentle hand on her shoulder. Marinette grins a little goofily at him. He literally could not be more perfect. How she ended up with Tim, despite him being way out of her league (and all of his attempts to convince her otherwise), is still a mystery. “Sorry to disappoint, but I’m afraid that part’s true.”
With that declaration, he pulls her in for another kiss, and she leans into it, kissing back with fervor and a bit of desperation because between civilian lives and their nightly outings, it’s like they never have time to just be with each other.
They end up getting kicked out of the restaurant for ‘disturbing the customers’ with their PDA, and Wayne Enterprises’ PR team is going to hate them tomorrow, but for now, she is content to sit on Tim’s balcony, snuggled up into his side with a blanket wrapped around their shoulders, and sip her amazing coffee that her boyfriend knows by heart, despite it taking thirty seconds to recite.
Until he takes it away, and declares that she needs to sleep.
Hypocrite.
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I drew bayboy IMmediately when his render dropped and then just??? Never posted??? anyway here he is chillin
#nino lahiffe#miraculous ladybug#paris special#miraculous into the reverse#nightly nino#!!!#my art#unfortunately this doesn’t show his cute painted nails or his sweet haweeny kicks#guess that means I’ll have to draw him again :-)#happy ninovember btw sorry i got cursed by a can’t draw
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The Ghost of Smokey Joe (3)
Lullaby of the Leaves
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Marinette laid on her bed. Her bed that she would have to vacate soon so Alya and Nino could live in domestic bliss in peace.
Besides, she didn’t want to overhear their nightly trysts.
She still had some time, though. If only cheaper apartments were available.
Then again, she could just move back in with her parents. They lived close enough to the Agreste mansion that it wouldn’t be a bad idea. But going from independence to living back home? Could she bear it?
“Hmm,” Tikki stated, munching on a cookie.
“What?”
“I was just thinking…”
“About?”
“There hasn’t been an Akuma attack in a week.”
Marinette gasped as she sat up. “You’re right! With all this drama at work and with Adrien, I hadn’t even noticed! Wow. Can you imagine how much more stressful this week would have been if there was even one?”
“Guess you lucked out! Maybe Hawkmoth also caught cancer-strep-pneumonia-bronchitis!”
“Oh come on Tikki, that’s not funny!”
“I just think you need to grill him some more. He’s hiding something.”
“Obviously.” Marinette checked the time. 10 minutes until her Thursday night patrol. “I could always ask Chat. He’s good for bouncing ideas off of.”
“Be careful,” Tikki warned.
“I’ll be as vague as humanly possible.” Then she transformed, and left through the window.
Rustling of the leaves used to be my lullaby
Days so long ago when I was a tot, so high
And now that I have grown
I've found myself alone
Oh how Marinette missed the convenience of her parents rooftop hatch. This window worked, and it thankfully had a fire escape to step out onto, but man, it was a tight squeeze. With a little effort, she heaved herself through the alley-facing window and out into the night. Her next apartment was going to have a nice sized, inconspicuous window for Ladybug to go to work through.
She swung out into Paris, the fall air caressing her face. It was September, and the leaves were just barely starting to turn. School was back in session, and soon, the streets would be emptier. Since it was Paris, it would never be completely empty, but not having to wade through throngs of sweaty tourists would really make life easier. Especially when she was running late to work.
And while it was only September, and that day had seen plenty of people out and about as always, the night had an edge. The shadows seemed darker, the twinkling lights somehow dimmer, and the voices of nighthawks muffled by wind and doors.
These were all thoughts that Ladybug had as she started her patrol. Maybe she should have been thinking about how to tell Chat about what was going on with Adrien.
‘Hey, I have a friend that’s been ghosting me all week, and when I talked to him today, he was really weird. I think he’s hiding something, but I don’t know how to ask. I might have done something to make him mad, but he insists that I did nothing wrong. What should I do?’
Yes, this would work. Vague, and something someone would have written to an advice column.
Cradle me where summer skies can watch me with a million eyes
Oh, sing me to sleep
Lullaby of the leaves
She stopped on the rooftop of Notre Dame. Since the fire, the cathedral had been completely devoid of people at night. There weren't even any candles in the windows.
Just large black holes in the roof, ready to swallow her whole if she got too close.
Chat wasn’t here. For the first time in what felt like forever, he hadn’t beaten her to patrol. He once had told her that patrol was his favorite, as it gave him freedom to get out of the house. So he was always early, normally being out for a while before patrol. So he should be here, somewhere.
“Chat?” She called into the night.
There was no response.
Well, she was early. She’d give him some time, and then call him.
So she waited. Minutes ticked on slowly, like she was moving through water. Unease gnawed at her mind, the silence and his absence so loud it was hard to think.
Chat was larger than life, fun and flirty and everything this night was turning out not to be. Was she that lonely? That desperate for his company?
“Hey Bugaboo, I’m either busy or not transformed. I’ll get back to you when I can!” His voicemail echoed in the night.
“Did you forget we had patrol?” She asked the machine. “I’ll start without you. Just catch up when you can. I want to pick your brain about something, anyways.”
She did a lap, trying not to think about her missing partner, and focusing on the world below her.
The world that seemed empty no matter where she went.
Sure, there were people out and about, but there wasn’t life in them. They might as well be cardboard cutouts dancing in the wind.
Where was Chat Noir?
Cover me with Heaven's blue
And let me dream a dream or two
Oh, sing me to sleep
Lullaby of the leaves
An hour passed before she called him again.
“Hey Bugaboo, I’m either busy or not transformed. I’ll get back to you when I can!”
She didn’t bother leaving a voicemail this time.
What was it with cute blond boys ghosting her all of a sudden?
She finished patrol on her own, seeing nothing of interest. Not even a pickpocket.
Then she passed by the Agreste mansion.
Adrien was usually out when she did her rounds. Sometimes his light was on, sometimes not. But just passing by his room made her feel better, even if he wasn’t there.
He was tonight.
The lights were out, and the only way to see him was some outside illumination from the streetlights.
He was standing in front of those huge windows, just watching the world.
As she passed, she stopped on the edge of the wall, and smiled at him.
He looked right at her, she was certain.
She waved.
He didn’t.
I'm breezing along, along with the breeze
I'm hearing a song, a song through the trees
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
That pine melody caressing the shore
Familiar to me
I've heard it before
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh
He held his phone in his hand, and it lit up in that moment, illuminating his face from below.
Adrien was always sweet. Even as he got older, his boyish charm remained. He was hot, he was cute, and maybe even a little sexy.
But in that moment, with the blue light casting harsh shadows on his face, he looked downright scary.
Eyes plunged into darkness, and a mouth set into a thick line.
The screen went dark, and Adrien faded into a silhouette.
Ladybug swallowed, and took up her yo-yo, calling Chat just one last time for the night.
“Hey Bugaboo, I’m either busy or not transformed. I’ll get back to you when I can!”
The beep was so loud. She was aware of the hanging silence, waiting for her to speak, to relay her message.
“Chat, I…I finished my patrol. Everything is good, and fine. I guess. Got weird vibes tonight. So if you could call me, and just let me know you’re okay, I’d appreciate it. I’m not even mad that you missed patrol. You’d have a good reason. Just…get back to me. Okay?”
The whole time she talked, she kept her eyes on Adrien.
He never moved. Not even a shift in his stance, he just stood and watched her.
Like a predator waiting for their prey.
Never did Ladybug fear him. Never any reason too. So why tonight?
That's heaven
Don't I feel it in my soul
And don't I know I've reached my goal
Oh, sing me to sleep
Lullaby of the leaves
“I’m being paranoid.” She said aloud.
And she really hoped that was it.
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Wings of Broken White - Ch.6
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[ Summary: Marinette needs to think. Chat Blanc notices. ]
The emotional troubles from the night of Sandboy still weighed down on Marinette. Not a lot, but enough to keep her awake an extra hour every night after she intended to go to bed. So she did what she always did; went up to her balcony with freshly made hot chocolate or sometimes tea, and she sat out there, wrapped in a blanket and feeling peaceful under the sky.
Her ombre grey Crane wings twitched under the blanket, the feathers irritated by the choice in warm but annoyingly rough material. She just wanted to let them free, but that was exactly what was bothering her inside.
Why can’t I just let them be seen? Use them just like anyone else? Am I really that troubled by what others think? I mean, I am, I know I am. I’ve been hiding them for years now, after all. But why is the idea of them being revealed to others suddenly scarier than before? I hid them from shame, didn’t I? When did it turn to fear? How did it go from an embarrassment, to my greatest nightmare? The thoughts of strangers shouldn't matter, right? And my friend, if they’re true friends, they wouldn't make me feel bad for having wings, right?
Marinette sighed, not really feeling like diving into her thoughts at the moment.
She could talk to Tikki, sure, she was usually right about things like this. But Marinette didn't want that right now, it didn’t feel like the right time.
Maybe Alya? No, Alya didn’t know about her wings, and Marinette suspected she might not be the best person to go to for this particular need in comfort. At best, there would be too many questions too fast. At worst, Alya would feel hurt that such a secret was kept from her for so long of their friendship, and that would just make Marinette feel worse.
Her parents, perhaps? No, she didn’t want to worry them any more than she already did. They made sure she removed her binders, stretched, exercised, and groomed her wings to keep them healthy. They took care of her as much as she let them. But they didn’t have wings like she did. They came from families with wings, sure, but it wasn't quite the same. So Marinette refused to bother them with this unless she absolutely needed to.
Oh, I could always get together with Alix, Kim, and Nino. They're usually pretty level headed and cool with me about this. But I shouldn't bother them right now, it’s practically the middle of the night. Maybe later. Soon. But Marinette didn't feel like having a conversation with them about this soon.
If she was being honest with herself, she felt she hadn’t stewed in her own turmoil enough for any logical and comforting words to stick properly, no matter who of her previous options spoke them. But if I stew too much, it probably won’t stick well, either.
She groaned at her own indecision and hesitation, curling up in her seat and thumping her forehead into her knees.
“Stupid, stupid, this is so stupid. Why is this so hard,” she spoke to the empty balcony.
“Something bothering the Princess?” Oh, not so empty after all.
Marinette bolted straight up, staring wide eyed at Chat Blanc where he was poised on the tip of his extended baton like a cat on a fencepost. It tilted forward and he hopped onto her balcony railing, resuming sitting as he collapsed the tool and set it in place at his back.
“What are you doing here, Chat?” She couldn't help but blurt, deflecting his question.
“Nightly flight practice,” he emphasized by spreading his iridescent white and blue wings wide. “I was just passing by on my way to Notre-Dame and thought you could use an extra ear.”
Marinette glanced at his white faux-ears and couldn't help but giggle. “You have four, so I guess you could afford to spare one for a little bit.”
“Exactly!” He beamed at her, and she couldn't help but relax.
I’m safe with him, I always am. He’s my partner, even if he doesn't know it’s me. And maybe, she glanced at his beautiful wings, maybe he understands me, too.
Sitting up better, she scooted back on her seat and set aside her thermos on the spool table. Then she patted the footrest area of the chair, inviting Chat to sit with her.
He perked up and obliged immediately. He surprised her when he reached to his back again and plopped an empty thermos down next to her full one, right before he sat.
“Is that my thermos?” She asked in surprise.
“The very same. Told you I’d bring it back, didn’t I?”
“Have you been carrying it around this whole time?” She was even more baffled now.
Chat Blanc chuckled, “Not during Akumas, but yeah, I’ve been keeping an eye out for a good time to return it. Is this fine?” He gleaned at it, looking uncertain.
Marinette smiled and nodded. “It’s perfect. Thank you.”
He relaxed himself, sitting back more comfortable, his wings draping over the side of the chair, the one nearest her brushing against her blanket. She hid a chuckle as he shuddered and gave the blanket a stink-eye. She pulled it closer to herself, away from his wings.
“Sorry, the material is warm but uh, really bad for being comfortable against feathers.”
He shook his head. “It’s not that, don’t worry, Princess. My wings just aren't used to being touched, let alone covered by anything. Not your fault, it’s okay.”
“Oh,” she said, caught between surprise and disappointment. “So, you don’t use wing-binders?” You don’t know how I feel?
He looked surprised at that question. “No? I mean, not exactly. Let’s just say, my wing’s won't be what gives me away in civilian form.” He rubbed his neck, looking awkward.
Maybe- “Are you actually a flightless bird, then?” Marinette quickly covered her mouth. “Sorry, don’t answer that- I shouldn't be prying about you, and that question itself was so insensitive, please forgive me!”
Chat Blanc only laughed, and she chuckled awkwardly.
“I forgive you, Marinette. You are hardly the worst person who’s ever asked about or scrutinized my personal life. I trust you as a friend, so ask whatever you want,” he smiled gently, something else hidden in his glacial blue eyes.
She looked away with a blush. He considers me a friend. I’m glad. “Well, friends also know not to pry, so I promise not to ask too much, or expect you to even answer what you’re not comfortable with.”
He bumped his shoulder to hers, pulling her attention back to him. “See? That’s exactly why you're a great friend. So the least I can do is return the favor. I may not be able to tell you my identity or publicly be there for you as Chat Blanc, but I can still listen when I’m here. So, tell me, what bothers the Princess of Paris?”
She looked between his eyes, seeing his genuine concern, his patience, his acceptance that she may not say anything at all, yet determined to be there for her. It made her smile. It made her want to cry with relief. I can trust him, even if I’m not ready to face things myself yet.
“Gryphlet, do you remember last time when I asked if you could keep a secret?” He nodded, listening. She could hear bells tolling midnight in the distance. “Well, the thing is…”
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Why Me!? Chapter 19
Authors Note: Hiya peeps and geeks, I finally published chapter 19. I hope you Peeps like it. Dont forget to reblog, comment and like!! (They make me happy)
“Think about it, why would she want to talk to you,” Chloe mumbled struggling to shake off the sleepiness “Right now she only sees you as the boy who refused to stand up for her, Against the girl that threatened her in the bathroom”.
Adrien was silent at the other end of the phone. “She told you about Lila threatening her in the bathroom?” Nonono. That was the worst thing that could happen. Now rumors are going to spread.
Chloe could only scoff in response. She knew exactly what Adrien was worrying about.
“Pfft uh yeah, Mari told us everything, gotta say Adrien I wasn't that surprised when she told us, Kagami on the other hand….”
“SHE TOLD KAGAMI!?!?!?” Adrien shouted upset. Upset at Marinette for telling everyone, even Kagami. He’s noticed that Kagamis been blowing him off and sometimes even downright refusing to talk to him at social events they both attend.
Marinette told Kagami and Chloe everything about Lila, Adrien, and Alya when she called them a week ago. Chloe's heart broke at hearing the girl sob. Kagami was enraged, in fact, that was what spurred her into starting to plot revenge. Karma would wreak havoc on everyone who dared hurt the bluenette
“Yes Adrien Kagami Knows and before you go off and get all flustered, No we haven't spread rumors or told anyone. At Marinette's insistence." She spat. Adrien didn't deserve to be protected. But poor Marinette still refused to take any drastic actions.
“Thank you, Chloe” The Model still had the nerve to thank her and ignore Marinette's kind act. She's had enough. Sitting up straighter in bed Chloe opened her laptop and started typing an email to Marinette.
“You know who else she’s been helping Adrikins?” she said in a honey-laced voice, sickeningly sweet.
This familiar voice caused a sense of growing dread in Adrien's stomach. He wasn't talking to P. M Chloe aka “Post Marinette” Chloe anymore, he was talking to the old Chloe Bourgeois, and Plagg help him if he somehow pissed her off. Swallowing down the sense of dread he asked.
“Who?”
“Nino, you remember him right? The guy you claimed was your best friend? But then again you turned your back on him, that seems to be a trend with you these days”
Nino. Of course, he remembered about Nino. Nino called him tearfully seeking comfort from his best friend after his breakup with Alya. Adrien could only weakly offer some comfort. HEY! He was dealing with his own stuff. Ladybug stole Plagg from him. He wasn’t Chat Noir anymore. Also, he didn't want to get dragged into the conflict. Plus he thought that Nino was overreacting. Alya deserved a second chance. Right?
“W-we’re still best friends” he stuttered out. Nino has Marinette's number!? That's great he can get her number from him!!!!
“Hmmph yeah sure whatever helps you sleep at night.” Chloe had the right to speak her mind. She was tired and grumpy. A deadly combination. If she had eye bags in the morning because of him she was going to block the boy,
“I'm beginning to think that you’re new bestie is Lila” she mentioned
“That's ridiculous, we're just friends”
Chloe scoffed. “Your standards for friends are ridiculously low. But whatever apparently sleazy Liars are your type”
Adrien was starting to get upset at all these sly remarks he was getting from Chloe. He called her for comfort. Who did she think she was? If he wanted sly comments he would have called Marinette, but he still didn't have her number. Wait a minute. She's been talking to Nino!!! He could just call Nino and get her Number from him!!! He didn't need Chloe!
“Fine Chloe, you know what? turns out I don’t even need your help anymore,” He said smug, happy to have the upper hand. To be honest he half expected Chloe to beg him to not hang up on her.
“Why even bother calling me then?” that....was not the response he was expecting. Fine, it was probably all an act.
“I needed Marinette's number but then I realized that my bro Nino probably has it, so yeah I don’t need your help”
“But he b-” Ha now she was going to beg him not to hang upon him. Well, he wasn't going to give her the chance.
“Goodbye Chloe”
Hanging up he quickly tried to call Nino. After only receiving a dial tone, he shot him a few texts, expecting Nino to respond quickly. He always has.
After receiving none Adrien couldn’t help but be slightly annoyed. Nino probably forgot to charge his phone due to him still being sad over the breakup. This is why Adrien needs to convince Nino to get back together with Alya. He was a mess without her! His phone suddenly binged. Quickly checking, he was disappointed to see it was Chloe. Probably to try and get back on his good side. Ha.
Queen Bee: Nino told me to tell you that he is uh not in “The mood to deal with you and your b.s” tonight.
What!? No Chloe was obviously lying in some weird attempt at getting Payback. Adrien NEEDED to talk to Nino right now because Adrien was going to the states for some gala for the weekend!
Adrikins: Chloe stop fooling around
Queen Bee: Trust me I'm not kidding around, I'm here trying to get some sleep and instead I'm serving as Nino's secretary apparently
Queen Bee: Leave him alone, if you had listened to me earlier you would have realized that Nino added your number to a nice Lil ol place known as the ~block list~
Adrikins: CHLOE YOU HAVE TO TALK TO HIM PLEASE DON'T LET HIM DO IT.
Queen Bee: hmmm let me think about it
At that Adrien let out a sigh of Relief, Chloe will talk some sense into Nino and everything will be back to normal between him and Nino. Even Marinette once he got her number from Nino!!
Queen Bee: I thought about it
Hope bloomed in Adrien's Chest, everything is finally going to be back to normal again!!
Queen Bee: N o
Queen Bee: You’re getting muted for the rest of the night, consider that payback for waking me up so early, I have a trip this weekend. I need all my beauty sleep, you should consider learning about it
Wait a minute if she is going where Adrien thinks she is then there's hope for him after all!!!
Queen Bee: Toodles~
Adrikins: Wait a minute where are you going this weekend
Queen Bee: None of your business
Wayne Manor Gotham, USA 8:00 a.m
“Marinette, I’m just happy you managed to leave that toxic situation before it got worse,” Dick said as he engulfed Marinette in a hug, although not as strong since his ribs were still in pain. Dick slightly grimaced in anticipation of the humongous lecture he was going to get from Bruce later.
“Trust him, Mari, here in Gotham I always see..” Jason trailed off at Dicks pointed look “I mean WE always see....uh in the news how those situations escalate quickly," Yowch talk about a blunder. He still needed to get used to having a sibling who wasnt involved in the nightly adventures. "only not everyone is lucky enough to have Batman swoop in and save the day” Jason quickly added. He threw a prayer of thanks that his adorable baby sister was now safe in Gotham, well as safe as Gotham gets anyways.
Dick racked his brain looking for something to cheer up his little sister in his arms. For once his big brother instincts were being slightly overwhelmed. All of his siblings have gone through awful stuff. This isn't the first, and he doubts it's going to be the last time that he's been there to comfort one of his siblings, or friends for god's sake.
“Wait!!! Dick, doesn't Bruce have that trip in a few days?” Jason piped up.
Oh, Crap. Dick almost forgot about that. Oh god, he couldn’t possibly subject Mari to that disaster….on the other hand it WOULD be a good distraction for her. Hmmm.
“Fine, Mari, pack your bags, You’re not even going to school yet so you won't miss anything,” Dick announced.
“Pack my bags?” Marinette couldn't help but get a bad feeling at the sight of Dicks smirk.
“Yeah no, you’re right. Don't pack your bags make your dad pay for new clothes.” Jason teased. It's what he always did. Billionaire Brucie wouldn't even gawk at the price of a new pair of jeans. Heck, He was paying for his New Truck!!!
“Wait where are we even going?” She asked slightly disturbed at the sight of Dicks growing grin.
“New York City”
Authors Message: I hope you guys enjoyed todays chaoter. Next chapter some new characters are going to enter the fray. Can you take a guess as to who they may be ;) Also Happy Belated Birthday to Our Beloved Timothy Jackson Drake Fun fact I was listening to Hamilton was writing this chapter and its given me the idea to possibly create a Hamilton AU involving the Batfam and slight Adrinette, What do you guys think?
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Jasonette July- Soulmates AU- Part 1
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Marinettes knees were bruised. Again! She was so so careful not to ruin her new summerdress on the way to Ninos 9th birthday-party and now her knees were all red and scratchy. “Not todayy”, the little girl whined while searching for some kind of medicine in her small pink backpack, hoping to ease the pain for her as well as the cause of her suffering: her soulmate, who seemed to have an eagerness to ALWAYS fall on their knees. A few moments and a frustrated huff later, Mari found herself punching her arm for some kind of payback and wincing right after. Why couldn’t she just have a harmless soulmate-bond? Why couldn’t she just dream of them like Nino did or have a tattoo like Chloe? Why was her bond forged through literal PAIN?
Rounding the corner, little Mari found herself in a field full of green and blue balloons with loads of boys and a few chosen girls surrounding a happy Nino. The boy was currently bouncing like a basketball and grinning from ear to ear, while sneaking longing glances to a table full of presents, as well as various treats from the Dupain-Cheng bakery. Speaking of the Dupain-Chengs, their daughter was spotted by her best friend as she was about to put her present next to the others, which lead to him running to greet her and pulling the girl into a bonecrushing hug. Therefore Mari was left patting Ninos’ back and trying to catch a breath. “You made it! I saw your treats and I know you answered my invitation but I was still worried, this party wouldn’t be the same without you!”, he blubbered in all of his bubbly grace while trying to lift her, even though he wasn’t quite strong enough to succeed yet (which didn’t mean he wouldn’t try again tomorrow, he was now older and stronger than her, after all).
Mari wriggled her way out of his arms, happy to catch a breath and giggling. A blush was gracing her face, leading to Nino blushing happily in return. “Of course I made it! I didn’t spend all week making you a present for nothing!”, she smiled as Ninos ears grew hot, “You spent a-all week making a present? F-for me?”, he stuttered with a big dopey grin splitting his face. Marinette nodded, another soft giggle escaping her mouth. All the guests were now watching them, holding their breaths. She handed him the pretty red box. Nino sat down on the grass right there in front of her and opened it, hands shaking with eagerness and breath held in anticipation. Mari sat across from him, covering her eyes with her hands, afraid of his judgement. This was her first time gifting someone one of her sewing-projects, after all.
His delighted gasp led to her parting her fingers slightly, only now noticing all the tiny cuts covering them, no doubt the price she had to pay for still being clumsy at sewing (”even though I have been doing it for a year now, I should be better than that”, she mentally scolded herself). Her thoughts were interrupted by a round of gasps coming from the tiny audience surrounding the best-friends-duo. Marinette focused back on Nino and dropped her hands to her mouth, squeaking in delight. The boy in front of her put on the basecap she made him and was grinning even wider, which she, until then, wasn’t even sure were possible. He hugged her, in a much gentler embrace then the previous time. His fingers were soft, not covered in cuts and red spots, as he pulled away and took her hands in his, not caring about the giggles and ew-s from their audience, nor the blush creeping up Maris’ cheeks. “I love it...so much”, what he meant, though, was “I wish you were my soulmate”.
And Mari couldn’t agree more.
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It was dark, a coffee mug was standing amongst an army of already finished ones and a droopy eyed girl was sitting in front of them, lazily turning a page on the book her english-teacher assigned her to read. She recognized the storyline, knew all the plot-twists and felt connected to the characters as if she’d been there herself. The strange thing about that though, was that she has never laid eyes on it before. Of course that didn’t stop her from reading it. There were assignments she had to fullfill and tests she had to ace, which were connected to that piece of literature and she couldn’t risk getting a bad grade due to a foolish reliance on her instincts.
Instincs.
Yes that is what they are and of course none of this is connected to her soulmate.
It couldn’t be, she couldn’t dare dream of it. They died, that’s what that numbness she felt for over six months must have meant. That’s why those scars were now gracing her whole body. Her soulmate could not have survived this. No mortal being could go through so much and still be breathing.
The new bruises and cuts she was getting now and then? Her Ladybug suit can’t protect her from everything, being thrown over the Saine so may times couldn’t have left her with no traces whatsoever. Yes, that’s the reason. He’s not resurrected, that’s silly...there’s no way.
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“What happened to your lips, milady?”, Ladybugs partner purred as they layed on a roof not far from the eiffel tower, watching the stars, having just finished patrol a few minutes ago. “M-my lips?”, the 16 year old girl stuttered, a tiny voice immediatly occupying her, previously calm, mind with thoughts of her soulmate. They have been acting up lately, not that it was possible. They were gone.
There’s no way, she must have been hallucinating again. She must have forgotten how she hurt her lip, she must be feeling side-effects from the loss of her soulmate. Her thoughts were spiralling and that tiny voice in her mind was whispering, filling her denial with doubts and cracks and making her heart beat faster.
“Your lips, they look... different...”, Chat Noirs voice interrupted the turmoil in her head. Ladybug gazed over to him, only to find him closer to her then when they first layed down. His eyes were glistening, seemingly shining even brighter than the Eiffel Tower in it’s nightly glory. A foreign sensation ran through her veins, a weird tingling covering her whole body. It could have been mistaken for goosebumps, if it weren’t for the warm summernight they were currently enjoying. “They do..?” she said, though it came out as nothing more than a whisper, for he was already so so close, even closer than when they are in battle. Their noses were almost touching, his eyes took up all of her view and for once she wouldn’t dare complain. Since when does she like that proximity? Why is his warmth so intriguing? Why does she enjoy the way his arms found their place on both sides of her body? “They look so...red...like your suit...Ladybug re-”, he got interrupted by his lips sealed shut. Shut not with that redness he mentioned, not with that love or attraction and reciprocated admiration Adrien was hoping for. No, it was her red suited hand which covered his mouth to silent him. She felt it before she heard it. An earthquake was rummaging through the streets and handling it was much more important than handling that purring in her best friend.
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Jason was annoyed. His fingers were full of cuts: sure, he was used to that. His hips were bruised from his soulmate constantly closing doors and cupboards with them, at least that’s what he thinks they do to cause such silly bruises: no problem, he didn’t mind dealing with that. His backpains he could deminguish by working out, though he has been thinking of finding them just to tell his significant other to better their fucking posture. But the tiredness? Holy fuck! It’s like he’s sleeping for both of them! Whenever he sat down to read he just... collapsed. Guess he’ll have to dream about it... yeah sure it’s fair, ‘cause after all she treated his wounds for both of them, too. It’s like she had some kind of superpower which made them heal clean, never leaving more than a white line behind. Nontheless, right then he would rather have ugly scars than have to deal with this inhuman tiredness. His grumpy grumbling was interrupted by Red Robin speaking up in his ear.
“Hood where are you? The portal is about to appear, we won’t be able to wait.”
“I’m on my way, give me 2 more minutes.”
“Hurry.”
With that, the line went silent and his mind went back to coordinating his grappling hook and limbs into getting him to the batcave in time. He had planned on finishing at least one of Terry Pratchets and Neil Gaimans novels in preparation for the moviemarathon he and his brothers had planned for the upcoming week. “Good Omens” is a masterpiece but he refused to watch any visualizers nor read the book if he hadn’t read all of the previous works the authors had published. “It’s not just about the continuation, it’s a matter of respect.”, he rememberd telling Stephanie, when she asked him why Alfred was handing him a box filled with a combined number of about a hundred books. He had work to do and reality to escape, but that last part was none of his lovely sisters business.
Zoning back into reality he noticed he had already reached his destination. “Focus Jason. There’s a whole city just waiting to be pulled out of the ashes.” With that thought in mind, he entered the batcave and went straight for the portal, following his siblings into the destroyed city of love.
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Adrien was on edge. The fight has been going on for four days, the city was nothing but blood and ashes, the akuma-shelters weren’t enough to protect every citizien who has lost their home to the earthquakes and following akuma attacks. Many people have died, many have volunteered and too many of those have died in the process. It was traumatic, painful and quite honestly felt like the end of the world. They could fix it, of course. But to do so she had to survive and Adrien, or Chat Noir as you will, was not about to leave her unprotected. He didn’t know where she got her power from, why she could go on without taking a break for so long. He has lost count on how many times he saw her helping someone who was about to be crushed by a collapsing building, how many times she was screaming in frustration, torn between following the akuma and guiding a lost civilian to safety.
It was an incredibly sneaky akuma. It was nearly translucent, consisting mostly of dirt and dust. It could hide in the mess it made, attack you from behind and you wouldn’t be sure whether it was a flying brick or it’s fist hitting your head. It hasn’t officialy announced itself yet, hasn’t given itself a name or shown any forms of weakness. Hawkmoth was definetly trying out a new approach and highly succeeding. The Dustmonster was probably planning on wearing them out until they wouldn’t be strong enough to resist it going for their miraculous.
In the beginning Chat felt like he could trust his Lady to take care of herself, trusted for her to keep the target in mind and think of a plan while he was going to protect her and the citizens around them. It worked, at first. She figured out what the akuma was, aka figured out that it was an akuma in the first place and soon started giving out orders to police and firemen. After a day of trying to get the akuma, in order to stop it before things could go out of hand and failing to do so, no matter which strategy the heroes tried and no matter how many seemingly random Lucky Charms they used, they decided to replan.
They met on a building not far away from Marinettes home, Chat remembered. They were hoping to come up with a new plan and let Ladybugs Kwami recharge. The recharging was an already practiced routine they came up with, once her fifth Lucky Charm has also failed. They jumped into the water, which was apparently off limits to the akuma, since the dust didn’t settle properly and it wasn’t able to hide (any attempts of getting it wet were blocked by the destruction of another building, which led to the heroes saving the civilans and themselves instead of attacking the enemy.) One of Ladybugs Lucky-Charms straight up covered the Saine, turned up side down boats now gracing the surface. Those boats mobilised possible hiding and resting places for the heroes.
That time though, they needed more food for Tikki and Plagg and what better place to restock could there be, than the famous Dupain-Cheng bakery? Ladybug swung in and came back with two baskets. One full of cheese and the other full of cookies. Chat grabbed the smelly one and turned to jump in the direction of the river, when they heard it.
A grumbling which turned into a roaring and finally morphed into deafening laughter. That was the first time they heard the akumas voice. Instead of shouting the following words, the way it did scream in laughter, it just spoke in an even, eerie and scarily confident voice: “You should stop asking for help, insect. Helping others only leads to you getting hurt. Help won’t save you. Your precious little safety-nets won’t save you.”, the sound was coming out of the dust, echoing off of every destructed creation, seeping into each broken bone and every fractured mind. “You think you can reach out? Think someone is going to pull you away from under the pressure of this worlds eternal suffering? You are wrong. No one came to save me, no one is capable of saving. You.”, the last word came out emotional. The monotone voice the akuma had previously used to preach it’s intents was gone. A shiver ran up Marinettes spine. The dust surrounding the city build up and rose in columns, coming out of every broken source from all over Paris, towering over it, looming dangerously over it’s citizens. Everyone was trying to decipher the meaning of those words, Adrien was the first one to realise.
“Marinette!”
Ladybug first looked at him in shock, thinking he had figured her out, then she realised what he he had actually meant. Chat was off, jumping on her balcony and screaming her name.
“No...”
The silence before the storm, the frightening towers of dust and dirt started moving, accompanied by horrified screams of terrorised civilians. The dirt wasn’t meant for them, though. It flew as if it were one. Gigantic snakes with one single target.
Marinette ran, but the destruction was quicker.
The Dupain-Cheng ceiling collapsed. Marinettes yo-yo missed it’s target as she plummeted to the ground. Her vision was blurry, her mind blank, eyes wide and breath unconciously held.
She didn’t recognize the pain as she hit the pavement.
She didn’t even think as she called out for her seventh Lucky Charm.
Ladybugs cry echoed through the ruins of Paris as her usualy leather-clad partner fell from the sky, with tears in his eyes and covered in a red and black spotted suit. “Sabine she’s...they’re...”, both of them broke down crying in each others arms. Adrien never knew how great his partners pain actually was, in comparison to his.
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Hi! This is my first try at writing MariBat and my first fanfic in like... 4 years?
I’ve just recently graduated Highschool so I’m now embracing my free time and trying to get back on my creative track.
Please comment, I NEED to know what you think of this. Critique and all that is very appreciated, even a simple “YES” is going to absolutely make my day and, honestly, you could comment about dogs and I’d be happy to read it.
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