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Cursed | Sukuna x reader

Pairing: Ryomen Sukuna / Fem Reader

Length: One-Shot

Summary: The greatest punishment in this life wasn't your brother Gojo Satoru embarrassing you into leaving Sorcery.

It was what happened when he was gone.

Warnings: Blood, Gore, Sexual Violence, Inferred Violence, Inferred Assault

You remember the day Gojo told you that you would never make it as a sorcerer.

The day you graduated from Jujutsu High School your arrogant older brother wrapped a hand over your shoulder and told you that you had less talent than the first years, and he wouldn’t allow you to be anything more than a third-grade sorcerer.

Of course, he did it at the podium, in front of everyone there.

You had ripped off the slim golden necklace he and Geto had bought you, but you could never bear to trash it entirely.

That was also the day you refused to speak to him again. But you soon found he was good as his word, and any attempt to do any sorcery was blocked at every angle. After all, who would openly disagree with the master of the Six Eyes and Infinity?

You were more or less exiled from the entire society of arrogant jujitsu sorcerers, forced to go to the nearby college and turn into a glorified secretary for the high school. He tried to rebuild your relationship, but it was never the same.

It took you years to understand why he would hurt his only sibling that deeply. It wasn’t until he was dead that you understood how much he was willing to sacrifice for your well-being.

You were the number one target of all Satoru Gojo’s enemies, and revenge came swiftly.

The clinking of the chains could almost sound like that piece of jewelry, lost in the rubble of your apartment if you imagined hard enough.

And all you had was time to try and imagine that you were anywhere but here, locked to the throne at the feet of the King of Curses.

You could hardly bear to watch as people were brought in, some more chained than you, dangerous perhaps. You wondered if their collars had been crafted to deaden cursed energy as yours had. Not that Sukuna thought you were any threat, but he disliked ‘swatting at flies’.

When you had first been captured, after everything had gone to hell, you had hoped that there was someone, anyone, who had the power and strength to end Sukuna, but nothing came close to his power.

Even Gojo Satoru had fallen, taking hope with him.

Now Men, Women, and children, all met the same fate if they did not kneel and give reverence to the great Ryomen Sukuna.

And even that was not always enough.

Blood spattered the marble floors of the shrine, and you swear that over time it’s taken on a pink hue. The room fills with lesser curses who clean the blood with their grotesque mouths, and Urame carts away choice bits for Sukuna's later pleasure.

You screwed your mouth shut as people cried to you, mistaking your position as something other than a slave for Sukuna to torture.

As the last of the Gojo line, you weren't above holding you responsible for a century-long grudge. Any pleading from your lips only made his rampage worse.

Any attempt to flee into your head was met with a violent tug on your throat.

There was no turning away, not when your master held the deceptively delicate chain around your neck, yanking whenever he thought you weren’t paying enough attention.

He loved to see you cry in pain, and you hadn’t the ability to stop, especially for those young ones who were cut down.

And it was almost certain that after witnessing another moment of terrible brutality you’d somehow forget your head, turning upon him and glaring like a feral animal, yanking the chain away so you could hurt him, just once.

But you would only be met with the face of the wolf.

His teeth clenched in a wide smile, he’d return a smirk so vile, that he specifically reserved for the moments you spit venom. He loved to see you struggle, but trying to bite back always ended poorly.

Ryomen Sukuna was not a kind master.

And though he certainly thought of you like a pet, he wasn’t below forcing your head under his foot, smushing your entire face in the remains of corpses. If you dared throw up, you still stayed and were unable to leave until you wiped it up with your ragged robes that had gone thin from wear.

But that was better than his other punishment, on days where you felt a terrifying hardness as Sukuna held your face between his legs, using a single finger to paint fresh blood, using you as a macabre canvas as he painted.

Those days he would have Urame fetch a mirror, and both would cackle as they examined his work. Often, it was lewd words and signs, but other times it was as if he was painting his marks on you.

Bastard.

After a long, cruel day, you dared to critique his work, sneering at his lack of finesse.

With a snap of his fingers, he had Urame strap you down, leering over you as he assembled his petty revenge.

A curse user was summoned, bringing along the tools of his trade; a short bamboo pole with a needle attached and a jar of thick onyx ink.

If that hadn’t been enough, Sukuna cut his wrist, pouring black blood to mix into the lot.

He instructed the curse user to tattoo you exactly like him, with no imperfections else his head be separated from his body.

You endured unbearable pain for nearly a week, stripped down under the gaze of Sukuna, a reminder to watch your tongue. And after, when the tattoos were done, he commemorated it with a new kimono and a portrait of you at his feet. A wretched ugly thing, as you now were.

He loved it, and let the painter live.

The recovery took twice as long, as your master hardly let you rest, or even leave his side. And as the days passed, you felt less and less like a human.

Forced to accompany him almost daily, you had an unfortunate insight into the casual cruelty of the Cursed King who knew nothing of kindness.

You eat less, hardly sleep and the whole blood-shed thing was sort of muffled, probably thanks to the sheer amount witnessed. You figure terror is the only thing keeping you alive.

Day in and out you followed the creature, just waiting for the day he tires of you.

And that day doesn’t come.

It’s still a surprise that you’re alive, you muse too often, laying on a cushion at the entrance to his rooms. Though he did take off your left arm the day he took you, he claimed it was an accident, and fixed it.

You’d rather that happen again than to be forced to enter his rooms.

At least your position at his shrine was more or less a pet, or when he was gone, Urame’s.

And despite your treatment, the concubines were in a far worse condition. The way Sukuna treated other women was abhorrent. Some days, bored, would reap the land looking for fresh, beautiful blood, and when he found some, he’d bring them back. Some girls even offered up to him, in hopes he’d show mercy.

Wide-eyed women, much like yourself, you realized as you watched them enter one day. But you felt these were much prettier, much more docile than you. Some even fawned over him, though their manners probably rang as fake as your docility. Were they trying to secure a safe place by him, or just trying not to be killed was hard to say. You didn’t blame either. Humanity was no longer civil.

It didn’t matter. They all get dragged into that black hole of his room, sometimes four at a time, and their screaming often lasts for hours.

Women who entered his rooms never exited alive, thankfully Urame thought your time could be much better spent working than sitting at the door, listening in.

Yeah, it was much preferable to be a tortured slave to Sukuna than to be seen as a woman.

“You’ve been quiet this last week, pet.” Sharp nails dig into your head, turning you to look at the man sitting on the throne above. “Perhaps you no longer find my pastimes so alarming.”

Meaning, his pastime of killing and eating humans.

Something shared by the court of curses below him, warily watching for what next he commands and desires.

Unfortunately, that was you. You despised the looks raked over your chained form, the greedy mouths that drooled, awaiting the day the master turned tired of the remaining Gojo, and hoped to have their turn for revenge.

If they couldn’t have Satoru Gojo, you’d do.

“Apologies… master.” You said, tension forming at the back of your neck as he tugged harshly on your head. Even so, your words remained smooth. “I find it hard to do anything but serve with your foot on my back.”

His dark chuckle was an answer in itself.

“Such a mouth, even when disguising your words so pretty.” Sukuna let go of your hair, amused enough today to let your words pass. You drop your head, but only enough to quell the pain. “It was such a shame for your kin to have died so easily, but it seems my desire for entertainment continues to be fulfilled by you.”

You hated him so much.

You clench your mouth, but the insult escapes before you can stop it.

“Bastard.”

You go stiff, but Sukuna merely pauses.

“Oh?” A single finger of his lifts your chin up again, before moving to your lips. And without warning, he pushes it inside your mouth.

“I thought I may torture you for a while, then be rid of you, but…”

You will yourself not to bite down on his finger, as he probably wanted an excuse to bite you back. But you don’t, and after a moment he pops it out with a small sound before another hand grabs your shoulder.

“Leave.”

For a moment you think he’s speaking to you, but the tension in your throat holds, and you see him looking at everyone else.

“My lord?” You question but his eyes flash down in warning.

All the curses and curse-users who attend minor tasks in the shrine are gone in moments. Urame is the last, shitting the door and ensuring the desired privacy, which means, something horrible is about to happen.

The moment the ornate handle clicks, Sukuna picks you up with a third hand. You can’t help but exhale as he sets you down on his knee. The finger that had been in your mouth returns, and you gag as this time it delves in, choking you.

“Not a very good reflex, but it can be worked on,” Sukuna says with an almost bored drawl, tugging his finger back out, and you wonder if he just sent everyone out because he wanted to do just that.

You cough, hands rising to hold your face, and don’t ask.

Sukuna laughs, clearly happy with annoying you, like a child. You so badly want to lash out but the fear of retaliation is far more effective than any shackle.

He has killed villages for less.

“See, this is why I didn’t kill you when I got rid of the rest of the scum!” He jokes, tilting his head to gaze with all four of his penetrating red eyes. “Such pleasing reactions!”

Friends, you think darkly. Those scum were your friends who were more like family. Gojo, Nanami, Geto, Nobara, Yuuta, Yuuji and so many others.

Tears fill your eyes as a soft voice seems to be at the back of your mind.

Megumi.

Though Sukuna was fully transformed, pain filled you thinking that Megumi might be in that monstrous body, trapped and unable to escape.

His knee shifts up, causing a terrible feeling of butterflies and cockroaches to churn in your stomach from the feel. The move was far too personal, and you tried to shift so he wasn’t pressed so intimately against your rear.

Even trying to fall off would be preferable. But your throat is raised, thanks to the gold chain in Sukuna’s hand that pulls up as he twists.

The benefit of having four arms is he can manhandle you as he pleases.

His thick hand raised your chin and refused to let you turn an inch as you gazed hatefully into his eyes

“What a beautiful sight. You know, from the first moment I saw you, I knew you were special.” Another hand moves to pull back some stray hair behind your ear.

“I hate you.”

Your hands shake, clenched in fists.

“I know.” He says with a smirk. “You know why I keep you around, pet?”

You have nothing to say and don’t even care to know. But that won’t stop him.

He strokes your face, his thumb holding you in a position others might think lovers would use.

“The first time I gazed upon you, I felt a most unique heat in my chest that has persisted till this day. Love, perhaps.” He mocks.

“Disgusting.” You spit out, but he doesn’t pause.

“From the moment we crossed paths your fate was set, but only recently have I understood the extent of what you mean to me.” Sukuna seems to be smug, revealing this, and you think he’s probably just messing with your head again.

The grip on your chin is starting to hurt.

Your chin shakes, and you grab the giant hand holding your face, digging in your fingers. You are certain he is going to kill you now. But you won’t cry or beg for mercy.

No, as a Gojo you would face down death and spit in his face.

So you do, hitting Sukuna right under his lower left eye.

“Go to hell, monster.” You growled, despite feeling the creak of bones in your face.

And for a moment the world is deathly quiet.

Until Sukuna throws back his head, startling you with a loud howl as he releases your face to laugh. In pain and confusion, you are tongue-tied as he tilts his head, the look on his face almost fond.

“I could kill you, but I have a better plan. I think you would make a very interesting wife.”

You would have fallen off his leg had he not quickly placed a palm on the small of your back.

“I despise you.” You reply, seeing as there isn’t anything else to say. But Sukuna doesn’t get mad at you for speaking out. Instead, he grins, which is much worse. “I’ll never be yours.”

But his mouth grows wide, and he tugs you forward, pushing you against his chest. Your lack of elegant words doesn’t bother Sukuna.

“Not as a human. I recently acquired a certain cursed spirit on my travels, and by imbuing you with her powers, your transformation should be complete. Rika would suit you well. You’re already halfway there, thanks to those marks suing my blood.”

You had been eating less, not hardly sleeping and the whole blood-shed thing was sort of muffled…

You gape, twisting to try and escape or even to move enough to allow your brain to function.

What?

He gives you a long look that you don’t know how to interpret. “You've lost enough of that wretched humanity that your body won’t break when you bear my children.”

You straighten, horrified, reeling back, but stopped.

Oh gods, there wasn’t anything more ridiculous than Sukuna talking about reproducing with you?

“No-“ He waves off your rejection, like a wisp of wind. You don’t remember starting to shake so hard, but it seems like you can see yourself from above, trembling a leaf in a storm.

“Of course, pet. You didn’t think I’d keep a stupid thing like you around to look nice? I even practiced on those pathetic humans.”

You dig your fingers into his chest, ripping it open with fury alone.

“I’ll kill you.” You say, “I’ll kill myself-“

Sukuna chuckles as blood pours from his chest, but the wound heals faster than you can dig. Sukuna's hand shoves your head into his blood, and iron fills your mouth.

“Heh, brat. Look at you, a Gojo doomed to be the queen of curses. A fitting end to that cursed line.”

“Someday, the chance will come, and one day, I’ll kill you.” You swear, teeth dripping in red.

“Women like you never leave their brats, so I’ll breed you till you have no escape,” Sukuna says, bending down and giving a soft kiss to your painted lips.

As he pulls away, his tongue licks away the blood. “Of course, if you try, I’ll kill them and breed you again. Isn’t that what husbands do?”

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Maribat and Other Crossovers Works Masterlist

One Shots

Damian Wayne, the Sy-on Boy | AO3

Pledge Myself to You | AO3

Remembrance | AO3

The Perfect Blend | AO3

Camellia japonica | AO3

Aime Trent | AO3

The Bird Who Cried Coffee | AO3

Fox DCW: The Birth of Inari | AO3

The Assistant Poser | AO3

Maid for Each Other | AO3

One True Three | AO3

Cloudburst | AO3

Reunions | AO3

Petals of You | AO3

Sketching Strangers

Menace | AO3

Secrets, Masks, and Family Gatherings | AO3

A Real One for Christmas | AO3

It's Just Me, You, and the Cosmos | AO3

The Apple Doesn't Fall Far | AO3

Chaptered Works

Fox DCW (Tumblr Only)

D-DAY | AO3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Chapter 5

Chapter 6

Chapter 7

Chapter 8

Chapter 9

Rebirth (continuation of Remembrance) | AO3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Chapter 4

Proximal Universe | AO3

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Heirs Apparent (a DP x DC x MLB story) | AO3

Part I: A Message Has Arrived

Part II: Back in the Demon's Den

Part III: The Consequences of Her Visit

Part IV: Secrets, Thrice Divulged

Part V-1: Fight for the Throne: First Kill

Part V-2: Fight for the Throne: Obsession

Part V-3: Fight for the Throne: Dreams

Part V-4: Fight for the Throne: Battle

Part V-5: Fight for the Throne: Babysitting Bat

No, Mr. Wayne, You Can't Adopt Me! | AO3

Part 1: in which Tim Drake tries to propose to the PA

Part 2: in which Damian Wayne wakes up to an odd breakfast

Part 3: in which Jason Todd is saved from a catfish

Part 4: in which a boy becomes jealous of his niece

Hey, if you like my works, you can support me on Ko-fi :3

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Super Genius Marinette Ch. 5

Washington D.C.

Marinette’s POV

I wave off another tech businessman as they move on to the next table that had caught their eye. My Dad moves over next to me, throwing an arm over my shoulder. “Well, you seem to be doing well.”

“I am doing well. The judges were enthusiastic, and so have all the Tech gurus that have been by. I’m feeling pretty great.”

“Well, I’m glad. The rest of the kids have gotten some pretty good feedback.”

“Any potential business that will invest in their ideas? I’ve had at least 6 companies leave me business cards for when I put my device on the market.”

“That’s my girl. Keep up the good work, I want to visit a few more kids. Maybe get a few more summer interns for the company.”

“What’s your plan? Conquer the science world by brainwashing the next generation?”

“Viva la revolución!”

Keep reading

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Masterlist

I decided to compile all my works, again. I’m not including the older version of Audacity, since I’m in the process of rewriting it and a few other stories. The list will be updated when a new chapter is posted and older versions will be taken down and replaced when I edit them. DM me if a link isn’t working or if I missed one. Cheers!

Taking Stock of What Matters Most Ao3

Strangeness and Charm Ao3

Fear Toxin Ao3

The Bat’s and Bug’s Prank War Ao3 The Beginning of the End (of prank wars) The Plot of Revenge Marinette’s Revenge

Audacity Ao3 Chapter One

Home Ao3 Chapter One Bonding Moments Chapter Two Departure Chapter Three Confessions Chapter Four Reunion

Where Did You Sleep Last Night? Ao3 Chapter One Blooming Dread Chapter Two Obsessed Chats and Realizations

Hisses and Scratches Ao3 Chapter One

Maribat March 2k21 Ao3 Chapter One Day Two First Time Chapter Two Day Thirty Goodbye

Greyscale Ao3 Chapter One Chapter Two

Vying for Bluebell Eyes and Cat Scratches Ao3 Chapter One

What’s A Sham? Our Childhood. Ao3 Chapter One Reunions, They Suck. Chapter Two Explanations and Arguments

The Letdown Ao3 Chapter One Mari Chapter Two Mari Chapter Three Mari Chapter Four Mari Chapter Five Mari Chapter Six Julia Chapter Seven Mari Chapter Eight Ian Chapter Nine Ian

Never Let Me Go Ao3

How to: Friend, Love, Freefall Ao3 Chapter One: Holy War

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Daminette One Shots

“Normal”

Sweetheart Ice Cream

Fairy vs Angel

Maribat Halloween

Bruce v Gabriel

Team Damidrien

Chat’s Retaliation

I Don’t Bite

Reunited

Karma

Not my Type

Umbrella Scene

The Moon and her Shadow

Tied for Second Place

The Sketchbook

Party Crasher

SIT! (meme)

Halloween Treats

Dirty Mind

Bees (meme)

Pissed Off

Green Eyes

Damian X Plagg

Diner Girl

Valentine’s Day Surprise

Robin Hoodie

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MLB Caline Bustier Salt Prompts/Fics Recommendation

Let Her Eat Cake by @stormiclown

Theories began floating around that she was Mayura. The fact that she looked eerily similar to the peacock themed villain.

It was then that a dam burst. Students and teachers alike who had witnessed Bustier’s teaching methods revealed her tendency to gaslight or outright punish victims of bullying while letting the aggressors off scot free.

Happy Birthday, Miss Bustier by @unmaskedagain

“And why should I apologize,” Marinette asked. “I didn’t do anything wrong.”

“We talked about the Marinettes of the world, remember?” Caline smiled. “You have to be the bigger person; be an example for the other students. Show them the right way to act.”

“No.”

Attitude - [Bustier Salt] by @aliensunflower-fics

“This attitude of yours is getting out of control Mari-“

“What attitude?! Mme Bustier? The one where I sat quietly in class taking notes? Or the one where I calmly answered questions when asked? Or maybe the one where when the class got disruptive I didn’t do your job for you?” Anger filled Bustier’s eyes and her smile twisted into an ugly look.

“Don’t you think your going a bit far. Marinette.” Bustier’s voice was sickly sweet barely hiding the venom behind it.

Taste of your own medicine by @mcheang

Marinette reminded Ms Bustier, “Smile and forgive, Ms Bustier. Isn’t that what you told me? To be a better example.”

Caline had forgotten that mantra when she was a teenager, the teachers actually did their job so she wasn’t punished. The rule breakers were. It was easy to be on the high road when she wasn’t the one punished. Sure she wasn’t popular with her class, but it’s not like they would stay friends upon graduation.

And now here was, a teacher, while her bully was a socialite. It wasn’t fair.

Paycheck by @sturchling

This doesn't actually have a title

Mrs. Bustier went to the school board the next day to ask about her pay. She didn’t expect to hear what she did. “Why haven’t I received my most recent pay checks? I haven’t received my last two checks, and I need to pay my rent. What is going on?” The board just looked at her with bored expressions. “You haven’t been paid, because you haven’t been doing your job.” Mrs. Bustier was shocked. “What do you mean? I show up everyday, and I teach my pupils all day. I am doing my job.” The head of the board just rolled their eyes.

Remember some chapters are longer than others (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

Taglist:

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My roommate is a ghost!AU dsmp edition!

It’s spooky month 👻

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Maribat Tropes

Marinette frowned and counted the number of students on the bus again. They were one short. There’s Mylene and Ivan. Nino and Alya are by Adrien and Lil- oh. No Lila. No wonder the bus was so quiet. There were no tall tales being spun or fake tears being dried.

“Madam Bustier,” Marinette leaned toward the seat in front of her, “Lila isn’t on the bus.”

M. Bustier stood and turned around, eyes wide as she did a quick seat check. The class had changed over the last few years, a few moved to other classes while some were added to theirs. And through it all Marinette was the unwilling class president to a bully enabling teacher.

At least she had gained a few allies. Allen Montgomery joined her class two years earlier and brought with him his friends, Claude, Allegra, and most surprisingly Felix. The last three weren’t in their class this year, but Marinette appreciated their friendship more than they would ever know.

“You’re right.” Bustier nodded but sat back down, completely unworried. “Well, she’s eighteen and did sign the waiver. If she wanted to join the tour she would have been on the bus.”

And that’s what Marinette was worried about. None of the class would want to miss out on a tour of Wayne Enterprises so of course it would be her fault the precious angel Lila did.

It was too easy. That was all one Lila Rossi could think as she watched her class charter bus turn the corner. One distracting video, a quick excuse to the bathroom, then patiently waiting until the bus left at the scheduled time and she could claim they had left her behind. Or that Marinette forced the bus to leave without her.

Which would be even easier to convince the class of. Four months was all it took to pull the klutz’s friends away, another two to turn them against her. Four and half years later they could barely look at her without disgust. All of them, except that stupid Quantic Kid, would believe her and she’d barely have to mention her name.

But now she had to rush if she was going to reach WE before the tour started. And what a gold mine of stories that would be. As long as she was quiet about it there would be a good chance she could play off the forbidden romance between her and one of the heirs.

She just needed- There, add just a few tears and that cab would be hers.

“Excusez-moi,” Lila said, eyes wide and watery, “I-I think my class just left me behind.” The dark haired man frowned with worry and she knew she lucked out finding a kind soul in Gotham. “You, you wouldn’t happen to know the way to Wayne Enterprises would you?” A fake sniffle and an eye rub helped keep her cover with the added bonus of helping rouge her cheeks.

The man’s brows creased, but he nodded. “I do. I’m actually heading there right now if you’d like to join me in my cab.”

Lila faked a gasp and leaned forward with her hands clasped. “Really? I wouldn’t want to be a bother.” She would. She would rather have that cab to herself, but maybe it would be safer to have a man with her.

He nodded and stepped out of the doorway to let her in. “It’s fine, really. In fact I think I’m the one leading the tour.” He gave her a kind grin and she quickly slid in before he could change his mind. Her tears were gone and a small smile was on her lips.

Oh! This was just too good to be true. Poison the tour guide before he even met miss goody-two-shoes. “Wow! I must have really good luck. Oh, pardonne-moi, I’m Lila. Lila Rossi.” She held a hand out once he was sitting and the car started to drive.

“Dick Grayson.” He shook her hand once and settled into his seat. “If you don’t mind me asking, Ms. Rossi, why would your class leave you behind? Surely they know how dangerous that is in Gotham?”

“I-I’m not really sure Mr. Grayson.” She looked down and to the side. This was going even better than planned. “I mean it could have… No, she wouldn’t have been that cruel.” Lila whispered the last part as if she was in shock.

“Who?”

She jerked her head up like she was surprised he heard her. “No one! I mean, I just don’t want you to have a bad impression of my class. It’s just…” She always felt the best time to hesitate was before revealing a secret. “It’s just there’s one girl in my class. She’s been bullying me for the last few years. I’m just a little worried that she, that she may have convinced the teacher to leave without me.”

Lila inserted a little whine into her voice and curled her arms around herself. It was a move she’d seen Marinette do whenever she had the urge to threaten her. Lila always thought it made the girl look weak and pathetic which is exactly why she used it here.

“How would she have been able to do that?” Mr. Grayson asked. His voice was void of emotion, but Lila could see him clenching his hand into a fist from the corner of her eye.

“She probably told her I was still jetlagged, or that I caught food poisoning. Mari, I mean, she makes up stories all the time and our teacher believes her because she’s the class president.” Lila shrugged as if it was a common occurrence. And it was! Just not the way she was telling it. Madame Bustier believed everything she said because it was easier than admitting she was wrong.

Mr. Grayson frowned. “Would you mind telling me who she is so I can keep an eye on her during the tour. I would hate for this to cause even more problems.”

Lila crowed with victory inside while she tried to force her face into something resembling fearful. Honestly she was a little worried about her skills becoming rusty. She’d been ruling over her kingdom for so long that she didn’t get near enough practice.

“It’s Marinette, sir. Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

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Complicity

Hey everyone! Sorry I’ve been missing for a while, but I’ve had a lot going on and lacking inspiration, until the other day! I know that Lila thinks she’s the smartest person in the room and that everyone else it too stupid to figure her out. So, I decided to let her “think” she’s being smart, but gets caught because she did something stupid. Warm-Fuzzies and please enjoy!

Lila was happy. Since she had become a model, she had acquired a small fan base of people that thought she had beauty and talent. Granted, it wasn’t as large as she thought it should be, but she had only done three photo shoots and had been mentioned in one magazine. But this was just the beginning; soon, all of Europe would know her name and reporters would be clamoring after her for pictures.

But at the same time she was very angry.

This was because Marinette had been mentioned in the same magazine as her. And where Lila got a single photo that showed more of Adrien than it did of her, Maribrat had gotten an entire article and multiple photos about her designs and the collaboration she was doing with Style Queen Audrey Bourgeois since the woman had decided to stay in Paris. She had even looked at the girl’s website and saw that there was an actual wait list to receive one of her original designs.

Enraged that someone she considered to be plain, talentless, and all around lower in status than her, Lila started coming up with plans. She wasn’t about to share her spotlight with anyone, let alone Maribrat.

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Gotham’s Twins

So I have another fic. Here is a steaming pile of shit. Enjoy.

–Lemon

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Marinette and Jason were best friends. They were inseparable. They were attached at the hip. They were twins, siblings, best friends.

They were two twins against the world.

Key word: were.

Marinette and Jason were best friends. They were inseparable. They were attached at the hip. They were twins, siblings, best friends.

They were two twins against the world.

And then Jason died.

And then it was just Marinette.

And then child services came.

And then Marinette was shipped off to Paris.

Without Jason, Marinette wasn’t as quick to avoid the cops. And so she was caught. After spending a few nights with CPS, the cops found a new family for Marinette. A family in Paris. A family on the other side of the world.

The next day, Marinette was on a flight to the city of love. She didn’t speak the whole way.

Or the week after.

Or the month after.

In fact, Marinette hadn’t spoken for a year after Jason’s death.

And then she met Kim. And with him came Nino.

And suddenly she had a new family. The two boys might never be able to replace Jason…but she liked them. Marinette liked them far more than her adopted parents. Tom and Sabine were kind but Marinette never really warmed up to them. Maybe it was just her Gotham blood telling her not to trust anyone.

But she trusted Kim and Nino.

They were nice and funny. So Marinette began to speak again.

And soon enough she was smiling. And laughing. And even making jokes of her own. She discovered a passion for designing. It allowed her to let out out her anger and grief in a creative way.

Soon enough, she was creating hats and jackets and gloves and dresses.

Kim and Nino encouraged her so she made them all matching shirts that said “Ice cream squad.”

The boys loved them.

They went out for ice cream after that.

A week after, summer came to an end and Marinette was forced to go to school.

Francois Dupont was a scary place. it was huge and intimidating. And without her brother there with her, Marinette couldn’t help but shake a little in her pink flats.

But she had her friends. Her squad.

So she stepped into her new class with a small smile on her face.

That’s where she met Chloé Bourgeois. The girl was dressed in an abundance of yellow. She was even more intimidating than the school.

Marinette avoided her the whole day, as a born Gothamite, she knew who to avoid.

It was lunch when Chloé became unavoidable.

Some jerk upperclassmen had thought it funny to trip Marinette, spilling her lunch and causing her to share a passionate kiss with the floor.

But then Chloé stepped forward and threatened to call her daddy, the mayor, if the bully didn’t apologize.

Marinette made another shirt that day.

Chloé claimed to hate it, that it was too far beneath her to wear a matching t-shirt with a bunch of commoners.

She wore the shirt the next day.

And three became four.

Marinette, Chloé, Nino and Kim. Four friends against the world.

Four.

Not two.

Marinette had to remember that sometimes.

That it wasn’t two anymore.

That it wouldn’t be two ever again.

But it was okay. Or, at least, it was starting to be.

Marinette had her friends. She had her adoptive parents. She had a happy, safe life.

It was a good life.

Even if Jason wasn’t in it.

But then, like a shark smelling blood, came one Lila Rossi.

Lila came and snatched her happiness away, turning her new class against her, turning her adoptive parents against her.

The only ones who stood by her were the members of the ice cream squad.

Her bestfriends. the only ones who knew about Gotham, about Jason. The people who stood by her know matter what. The people who brought her out of her shell and made her smile again.

Her friends knew the liar was just that, a liar.

And they were going to protect her from the new girl.

And destroy the lying bitch in the process.

Because no one messed with their best friend, their sunshine girl.

Lila Rossi had no idea what she had just unleashed.

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Just Another Class Trip :)

Part 1

No, no ignore the smily face i assure you it means nothing foreboding, nothing foreboding at all.

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“It’s suspicious,” Marinette glares as they leave customs.

“What would that be, Mari?” Chloe yawns, not bothering to dedicate her limited remaining brain power apparently.

“Lila,” She whispers back, “She’s been so quiet all the way here,”

“What about how she weaseled her way into first class?” Chloe yawns again, sleep mask resting on her head.

“Or tried to steal your bag,” Kagami says with venom, her having saved Marinette from that disaster.

“Accused you of giving her the wrong flight time,” Adrien adds, somehow being full awake even after their long flight.

“Slipped metal into your pocket so security would go off,” Chloe downright glares at Adrien, but would never admit to the bags under her eyes.

“Came by and woke you up every time you fell asleep,” Kagami looks at her pointedly, shadows under her eyes being her only give away.

“Too quite,” Marinette whispers, the list going largely ignored as they approach the security scan.

“Just relax Mari,” Adrien pats her shoulder, not enough to break her concentration, “Lila will be so distracted by being in Gotham she won’t have time for you,”

Adrien was wrong.

Of course he was wrong.

This is Lila they’re talking about.

“Oh Marinette!” Lila all but yells as Marinette is placing her bag in a tray, “I’m so glad you didn’t go through with it,”

Marinette cringes, the security guards all looking her way as Lila dances off. She just sighs as she is escorted away by the airport security, to the protest of her friends and not much else.

“No sir I am not holding any firearms or weapons,” Marinette answers as monotone as possible, the security guard didn’t deserve her ire not matter how tiresome this was getting.

“We interview the source,” Oh no “Apparently you were discussing terrorist activities,”

“I was not sir, Lila must be mistaken,” Yep big mistake, I’m sure that’s all it is , “I’m simply here for a class trip,”

“You’re wearing a bulletproof vest,”

Yeah probably should have left that one at home

“My parents are protective, they know how dangerous Gotham can be,” They were not fans of the horror stories Aunt Selina used to tell her from this city, “They insisted I have it as protection,”

While they most certainly wanted her to be safe the vest was more her idea. It was also more for enabling trouble than avoiding it. At least she was trying to be safe about secret crime fighting.

“Makes sense,” He sighs from across the table, checking through some paperwork, “You’re seventeen, here on a class trip right?”

“Yes sir,”

“Well if you’re here on a Wayne funded trip they probably did and extensive background check,” He pauses for a minute looking deep in thought, “Alright then, you can go,”

That seems kind of lax

“Are you sure?”

“We literally have super villains walking through here every other day,” True that, “You’re holding no weapons and have been endorsed by the Wayne’s that’s better than most people that have been in here,”

“Well if you’re sure,” Marinette stands awkwardly walking to the door as he waves her off, “Is there anything I need to sign, or…”

“Unless I want to fill out extra paperwork, no,” He seems so tired, Marinette wished she could get back at Lila for making his job harder.

“Have a good day then!” She smiles brightly, getting a small one in return.

She leaves, the security guards handing back her bag, fortunately not mentioning the miracle box or her Kwamis. She smiles brightly, even with Lila trying to ruin her trip she could still enjoy her time here in Gotham- and her phone buzzes with an Akuma alert.

With a sigh, Marinette ducks into the nearest bathroom, locking a stall behind her.

“Kaalki,” The Kwami zips out of her bag, “Tikki, Combine,”

With a flash of light followed by another she appears in Paris dropping Kaalki’s transformation.

She looks over the city, some Akuma attacking the Eiffel tower. At least they didn’t seem to be the brainwashing type, she didn’t have Chat Noir there to help with crowd control.

With a flip she jumps, planning to kick the Akuma on the way down. They dodge and she lands in front of them instead.

“Well, well if it isn’t the bug,” The Akuma, in a horrible patch work costume mocks, a purple mask appearing over their face, “Hand over your miraculous!”

How about you come and make me Hawkmoth? I promise to stick that cane up your ass

Oh how she wishes she could say just that, but it wouldn’t be very Ladybug of her. Why did the younger her have to have a stick up her butt?

“Not today Hawkmoth,” She says instead, making sure to put the practiced amount of enthusiasm into it, “Or any other day for that matter,”

“How are you going to save Paris without your little kitty cat?”

How are you going to beat me with that terrible fashion sense

Besides Chat Noir deserved a break. At least she hoped he was taking a break, he couldn’t tell because of secret identity reasons. It wasn’t like she had any right to stop him, she was having a vacation in Gotham right now, and she was out all the time for work. She could manage without Chat for a while, he deserved that much.

“I will do whatever it takes to protect the people of Paris,” Ladybug remembers to answer the question.

“Hand over your miraculous now!” The Akuma lunges at her

I should have chosen a different persona

She dodges the beam of light that can’t mean anything good. Jumping back to get some distance.

Chat Noir had the right idea

She bites back the cutting remark on the tip of her tongue. Instead throw out her yo to wrap around their arm. The Akuma pulls it forward, sending her through the air. She leans into it swinging around to get a better vantage point, studying the monologuing Akuma below.

Maybe I can for Starling

She has created Starling as a vigilante identity to use in Gotham, if the class was ever in trouble. No not if, when . With a sigh she summons her lucky charm getting a table tennis paddle.

Although I’m only meant to use that identity as a disguise to protect the class

The only thing that stood out was the Akuma’s hand, she’d have to gather more information before striking.

Maybe Starling can have a word or two with Lila, that could be fun

She drops down in front of the Akuma. They seemed to like monologuing, maybe all she had to do was probe a little bit.

“Why would you want to side with Hawkmoth?”

“This is my family’s greatest heirloom it has been passed from generation to generation for centuries, some fool broke it and I was crushed having disappointed all my ancestors!” The Akuma holds up a broach type jewel, “But Hawkmoth- Hawkmoth brought it back and now my greatest and dearest treasure will forever be-”

Ladybug smacks it to the ground, crushing it underfoot.

The Akuma looks at her shocked, letting out a long drawn out gasp. Marinette does not meet their eye as she catches the Akuma. She throws the paddle she used to smack it out of their hand into the air to cast the cure.

I must be really jet lagged, I’m usually at least a little more creative than that, but it worked

She pretends not to see the reporters coming in for interviews, seeing the victim and their broach in one piece. She makes a speedy exit, needing to transport back to Gotham before the class get too ancy.

“I’m sorry the rented bus left a long time ago,” The attendant informed her, looking sorry for the dishevelled teen.

Marinette groaned, so much for running around the airport for thirty minutes with a dead phone. Thanking the attendant she sulks off to collect her bag instead, she’d have to figure another way to the hotel.

She spends another hour hunting down her bag. Chasing after leads of people who might have mistook it. Checking again with Airport security, who again pulled her aside for having a suspicious missing bag. Luckily the security guard before defended her, she brought him a coffee and two for herself.

“Maybe someone will return it?” Tikki whispers, her and Kaalki hidden in the folds of her scarf.

“It’s fine Tikki,” Marinette sighs, halfway through her first cup in under a minute, “I have replicas of all of them anyway, I’ll just grab some samples from the MDC fashion show,”

She’d have to stop by later, the outfits should have been transported last week along with most of her recent catalogue. The only problem was all the other necessities she lost. But that wasn’t a problem, she carried the miracle box in her backpack and that’s all that really matters.

“And some of my… special outfits when we go back home,”

She had altered her current outfit to transform into her vigilante disguise. Her scarf pulled up and could be turned inside out into a mask. Her skirt could be transformed into a cape and hood combo. A zip down the middle of the skirt to split it for the cape and a zip up hood that lay flat along her skirt. She simply turned it inside out and wore it around her shoulders. Combined with a bullet proof vest it wasn’t half bad, her belt full of weapons could always be hid under her skirt which was a big plus.

She sighs waiting for a taxi in the cold Gotham air, hating it more than most. Although she supposed superhuman strength was a fair exchange for extra cold fingers. Marinette fought to stay awake, she had also been holding Kaalki for so long she was starting to develop the ability to sleep standing up and would doze off randomly. Certainly helpful at times, but not right now.

“Hello,” Marinette is startled out of her drowsiness.

She looks at the hesitant young man before her, looking just as tired as she is.

“Hello?”

“Is something the matter?” Something sparks at the back of her mind, a feeling she often gets from Chloe whenever she is helpful.

Do I look that bad?

“Just a mix up with transportation,” She smiles, he clearly knows it’s fake.

“Do you need a ride?”

“No I’m-” She sighs, what could go wrong getting in the car of a random person in Gotham, “Yes, I do thank you,”

“Over here, I’m Tim by the way” He stifles a yawn, leading her towards a limousine, the door being opened by a driver.

“Marinette, here,” She hands over the extra coffee, “You look like you need it just as much as me,”

Tim looks at her like a god sent, taking the coffee as they reach the limo.

“Good call Alfred,” Tim whispers to the driver, slipping into the car.

“Hello miss, I am Alfred Pennyworth,” She shakes his hand, something stronger fires at the back of her mind, a true holder perhaps? But Chloe was a true holder right?

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” She smiles, trying to assess what miraculous would suit him.

“Best get inside Miss Dupain-Cheng,” She climbs inside at Alfred’s behest, “Gotham is awfully cold for a Lady,”

She gets the feeling that is not chivalry.

“Where to Miss Dupain-Cheng?” Alfred asks, already in the driver’s seat.

“Wayne hotel please,” She pulls her backpack onto her lap, still regarding Alfred suspiciously.

“Traveling alone?” Tim asks absentmindedly, still nursing his coffee cup.

“I’m here with my class, they left without-” No that’s no good , “I got held up they went ahead,”

“Class… staying at the Wayne hotel…” Tim mumbles to himself.

“I believe what Master Tim is trying to ask is if you are part of the Martha Wayne foundation trip,” Alfred informs from the front seat.

“Yeah that,” Tim takes another scalding gulp of coffee.

“Yes I sent in the submission, I’m still surprised we got it,” Marinette had been thrilled at a trip to Gotham, it is where her Aunt Selina lives after all.

“You seem very responsibility Miss Dupain-Cheng,” Alfred complements, “Almost as if you could shoulder the weight of Paris,”

“I didn’t say where I was from,” Marinette tenses getting more than a little unsettled, he seemed to know something more.

“Not to worry, I have close connections with the Wayne’s and was aware this years class was from Paris is all,”

“I see,” Marinette nods along, the possible meaning behind the comment still being concerning.

“We forgot your bags!!!” Tim suddenly yells, jumping up and making Marinette jump, they both curse in sync as they spill coffee on themselves.

“It’s alright!” luckily the coffee landed on her black tights, so no noticeable stains, “My bags were stolen,”

“Oh…” Tim relaxes back, “Wait… that’s not alright at all!”

“It’s fine, I already have a plan to get some spare clothes and I just need to run to the store,”

“Right… to the Wayne hotel was it?” Marinette nods and Tim starts tapping away at his phone.

She fishes out some wet wipes from her bag, passing them to Tim, who looks confused until she points out the growing coffee stain. With a smile and a few more taps at the phone he takes them off her.

“Left behind and bags stolen, doesn’t sound like your Lucky day,” Alfred presses, and he needs to stop, it could be chance, surely its just chance.

“I guess not,”

You don’t know the half of it.

“Well I hope the rest of your day is much better,” Tim bids as they pull up to the hotel.

“Thank you, and thank you so much for the ride,” Alfred opens the door for her to get out.

“Not a problem,” She waves them off, watching them disappear down the street.

They’re nice, probably wont ever get to see them again, thats a shame

“Dick! Holy fuck!” Tim kicks down the door of his brothers room, “I just met the nicest girl who’s had the shittest day on earth,”

“First of all welcome back, how was your trip?” Dick greets hanging from the ceiling as Tim takes his desk chair, “Second, what are you talking about?”

“Met a girl at the Airport who didn’t have a ride, she gave me coffee,”

“That’s enough to buy your loyalty,” Dick grins, Tim flips him off.

“Listen, she’s part of that Martha Wayne Foundation trip and her class left her at the Airport!”

“What?!” Dick drops from the ceiling onto his bed, “Thats so dangerous, especially in Gotham,”

“Right?! She even had her luggage stolen!” Tim pushes the chair over to Dick, “And she was still so nice, even after an eight hour flight!”

“You said she was part of the Wayne foundation trip?” Dick asks, getting a nod from Tim, “Yeah, we are definitely seeing her again,”

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Unsolvable With Jason And Marinette Chapter 1

Because I don’t feel like writing for my other stories at the moment.

Inspired by This Post by @thebookwormfairy

Shout out to @thebookwormfairy! Thanks for letting me use your au idea!

And without further ado, Unsolvable With Jason and Marinette!

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“Gotham? You want me to go to Gotham? In America?”

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was staring at Jagged Stone, who was nodding eagerly.

“Yes! It’ll be so much fun, Marinette!”

Marinette was very, very confused. Why did her Uncle Jagged want to take her to Gotham with him?

It was slightly concerning. “Why? I mean, why take me?”

Jagged blinked. Once. Twice. “Well obviously, I’ll need my rockin’ little designer with me!”

This had not been what Marinette thought would happen when she woke up that Friday morning. Her day had been terrible so far, but then Jagged ambushed her and now it was just confusing.

Her day started like all others, waking up late and rushing to school. She got to school to find all her friends gathered around Lila, as usual.

What they were talking about wasn’t quite as usual.

“The picnic was so much fun! We need to have another one soon!” Rose was squealing. Her pink dress fluttered as she spun with excitement.

“I know! I can’t believe everyone made it, too!”

Alya was grinning. Grinning like she didn’t forget to invite her best friend to a class picnic.

“What picnic?” Marinette was standing frozen in the doorway.

Everyone’s heads snapped over to the girl with growing tears.

“Hey, girl. Just a class picnic we had to celebrate Lila’s new modeling career.”

Marinette blinked. “Why–why wasn’t I invited?”

Alya froze. No one would look her in the eye.

“Well, we knew you were busy with the bakery that day…” Alya shifted uncomfortably and trailed off.

Her parents had let her off all weekend.

And it wasn’t the first time something like this had happened. Ever since Lila came back to school, Marinette had slowly been isolated from all her friends. She wasn’t invited to movies or picnics or lunch anymore. The only time any of her classmates talked to her was to ask for a favor.

Would she watch Alya’s siblings while she and Nino went on a date?

Would she make Nino cupcakes for a party?

Would she make Rose a new dress?

Would she design new costumes for Kitty Section?

Would she make another banner for Kim’s race?

And when she said no, they yelled. They screamed. They called her names and told her she was selfish.

Marinette had made them pasties and treats for that picnic. Alya said it was for her mother’s work thing.

Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry.

Marinette chanted the words in her head as the tears gathered.

“Oh, uh…alright.”

And that was that.

“Uncle Jagged! I can‘t just skip school!”

“That’s the thing! Penny’s taken care of it! You’ll be going to Gotham Academy”

Marinette looked at her parents, her mom was smiling encouragingly at her, her dad didn’t look so sure.

“We think you should go, Honey.” Sabine said, smiling. “It would be a great opportunity!”

Marinette stared incredulously at her apparently insane parents.

Penny, who up until then had been silent, “Marinette.” She said gently. “Your designs are famous worldwide. Jagged’s never been more popular. And not only would you be taking a leap in the fashion industry, but you would get to travel to another country and learn about fashion there.”

Jagged was grinning and nodding vigorously.

“I–” Everyone looked to Tom. “I’m not so sure, could we discuss this in private?”

Jagged looked ready to argue, but Penny grabbed him and dragged him out of the Dupain-Cheng’s kitchen.

“Mama? I…I think I want to go.”

“Are you sure, Honey? This is a big step and we don’t want to pressure you.” Sabine looked nervous.

“Not to mention you would be all alone in a big city. What about your friends?” Tom added.

Marinette bit her lip. “I’ll miss them,” At least the old them. “But this is an amazing opportunity. Besides, I won’t be alone, Jagged and Penny will be there with me.”

Jagged was so excited…Marinette couldn’t say no. And maybe being away from Paris would be better for Marinette.

Being away from her classmates.

Away from Alya, who pushed her aside the second something new and shiner came.

Away from Adrien, who refused to stand up for her against the girl he knew was lying.

Away from her class, who only ever thought of her as an employee.

So she would go to Gotham.

And before she knew it, she was there.

Gotham City.

Home to Batman, various Robins, and the Joker.

Marinette was ready to kick ass.

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This chapter is super short but I promise other chapters will be longer.

So peace out!

–Lemon

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Saving What's Left — Chapter One

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Alya Césaire knew that something was wrong with Marinette, but she couldn't make herself walk up to her and ask, like the old times. Because of the blunette's stubborness about Lila Rossi being a liar, it created a wall between them. Alya could see the other students of Mlle Bustier distance themselves from Marinette except Alix, Kim, Sabrina and even Chloé!

After Chloé's akumatization about being Miracle Queen, everyone couldn't deny that it took a toll on her. But everyone was so damn suprised when they saw the Chloé Bourgeois defending Marinette Dupain-Cheng, together with Alix Kubdel, Lê Chiến Kim, and Sabrina Raincomprix. Alya didn't know whether to feel surprised because of Chloé's actions or irritated that Marinette couldn't put aside her jealousy and try to get along with their new friend Lila.

So the rest of the Class resorted to ignoring her, even Adrien, but behind their backs, He always confronts Marinette plea— no, begging, to not expose the italian student.

But their behaviour changed when they saw Lila walk inside the classroom with bandages on her arms and a few bandaids.

"Lila! Oh, dear! What happened?!" Rose worriedly exclaimed.

"I-I got a-attacked..." Lila whimpered, no one noticed the small smirk on her face.

"Did you see who attacked you?!" Ivan angrily questioned.

Lila whimpered again and subtly glance at the back of the classroom, to one particular bluenette.

When they saw her eyes go to the 'delinquents' of the class, as they have dubbed them, they were appalled.

"Why would you do that to Lila?!" Alya questioned them

But none of the five students answered. Chloé was busy filing her nails— as usual, Sabrina was doing her homework, Kim and Alix were playfully arguing with each other and Marinette was busy sketching while listening to music.

"Where's your proof? Without proof, I could sue you for slander. Your accusing us without valid evidence, Mlle Reporter." Chloé sneered.

Alya could feel as if she was slapped with Chloé's words. She couldn't deny it, no one will take the charges against the five students seriously if there is no concrete evidences.

That day, no one knew that Marinette was listening, from the moment she heard Rose worry about Lila's 'injuries', she swore to change. Both on her civilian and superhero life. After complete silence took over the room, the girls of the Akuma Class, bar Chloé, Alix and Marinette, took Lila to the nurse.

While the rest sat down and glared at them from a distance. Marinette picked up her phone and started deleting contacts, unfollowing them on their social media and even blocking them from contacting her. The only thing tying her and the rest of the class was their schedules.

Chloé who was Marinette's deskmate (Sabrina sat in front of them, while Alix and Kim are on the opposite desk of Chloé and Marinette), saw what she was doing. "Finally realizing it, huh?" She whispered.

Marinette could only nod at her and continued it, the rest of her remaining friends already did it before. When Mlle Bustier entered the room, Marinette could feel the 'disappointed' gaze from her. Her instincts told her to record whatever will happen, so she follwed it. She took off her headphones, and opened the recording app then placed it in her bag, Tikki who was inside, understood what she was doing.

"Marinette, I need to talk to you outside." Mlle Bustier stated.

Marinette stood up and walked down from her place at the back of the room with a stoic expression. Once outside, she heard Bustier sighed heavily.

"I heard what happened. Marinette that could be a serious offense."

"I didn't do anything."

"Marinette, you know that Lila has a lying disease that makes her lie compulsively, so when she comes back, apologize to her, okay?" Bustier reasoned.

"No. I didn't do anything to her. Why should I apologize for something I didn't do?" Marinette calmly stated, due to the fact that she knows that their conversation is being recorded.

"Marinette, you are the class representative, you should be a leader, a role model. You are my star pupil, you should understand the situation, Lila is sick, you are not. Apologize okay? Think about what all the other Marinette's in the world would do."

"Again, the answer is no. I'm sure you aren't deaf, Mlle Bustier. I refuse to apologize to someone when I didn't do anything. Her indicating that me and my friends 'beat' her, we could sue her for slander, as well as our other classmates who just jumped aboard without proof. You're a hyprocrite, Mlle Bustier."

She could see Bustier's face that is filled with shock.

"You keep teaching about peace and love, while you coddle the bullies. That's hypocrisy. You denied your students to have a safe environment, you are letting a pathological liar run free in your classroom targeting me for calling her out, while letting the others get bewitched by her 'stories'. Let me tell you this, the moment they find out about her lies, will indicate the moment of their downfall. Alya's reputation and credibility as a journalist will be drowning in the sewers. Nino will lose all his opportunities to become a director due to him passing up competitions and relying in that liar. Rose's pink-tinted view of the world will shatter if she finds out she was fooled. Juleka is already starting to go back to the shadows and if she finds out that she was lied to, it'll hurt her. Mylène and Ivan could face charges from the charity community that their participatin in, if they found out that the money those two are collecting money for a non-existing charity, they could be sued for Charity fraud and putting a dent on their reputation and futures. Max would definitely feel stupid for believing in one person's words while he is dubbed as 'genius' of the class, him, the person who created a working AI companion was fooled by pretty words, it'll hurt his ego. Nathaniel already dropped Marc as his writer, and started putting things that already exist in other comics, all because Lila suggested it, he could be sued for copyright infringement. And Adrien? He is a fool, he's a fool for believeing that Lila's words aren't hurting anyone when it's hurting me and it'll hurt his so-called friends."

Bustier was out of words. It was a rare moment seeing Marinette stood up for herself, she could practically see a burning flame on the girl's bluebell eyes.

"And Principal Damocles? He could face charges for my improper expulsion, and could face problems with the school board of governers of the school due to him dismissing my paperwork of transfer to a different classroom or my submitted letters of bullying from the old Chloé and Lila. And you, you could lose your teaching liscense for standing by, pushing your work to your student, to me, with a reason of it being class representative duties when we both now it's not. You couldn't even gather your class' attention, without me interfering. The only thing I'm not doing for you is making lesson plans and actually teaching the class. And with your delusional approach in bullying, it'll be a miracle if you still get a job as a teacher."

"Marinette, this isn't necessary, look at Chloé she changed. You just need to wait for Lila as well..." Bustier pleaded.

"No, Chloé wanted to change, it took a lot of problems before she decided that she wanted to change, for the better. Lila? Lila doesn't want to change. She liked being the center of attention that's the reason why she lies about her so-called 'connections', and her changing will make her lose the spotlight. I'm not a doormat, anymore, Mlle Bustier. I'm also your student, a student that should be protected from harm and that includes bullies, and if you think that I don't need protection, then your not the teacher I needed. Goodbye, Mlle Bustier." She firmly said.

Marinette walked past her and went back inside the classroom, and before she can make it to the back, a hand stopped her from doing so.

Adrien's right hand is holding her forearm, no one saw this since the rest of the guys in class are busy huddling together while glaring at Marinette's remaining friends.

Marinette sighed before looking at Adrien, she could see the blonde's emerald eyes pleading for her to obey. She held the hand gripping her forearm and forced it to let go before turning her back on him. The blonde model was too shock by the bluenette's action to notice his surroundings. It's be too late for him.

Seated at the back of the class, she stopped the recording and sent a copy to her friends and a message.

*MariDesigns sent an attachment*

MariDesigns: I sent a copy, just in case it gets deleted from my phone... Or just to have multiple copies of the evidence.

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Marinette was laying down on her chase gripping something on her hand. She was too scared to see if her theory was correct. That Chat Noir is Adrien Agreste behind the mask. That the spineless coward Agreste is the Chat Noir that she used to trust.

Tikki and the rest of the kwamis that are out if the box (bar Nooroo and Duusu for obvious reasons) were looking at her sadly. She raised her left hand, the hand she had used to remove the hand of Adrien Agreste on her forearm and discreetly slide the ring off of his ring finger. Marinette slowly opened her left hand and a tear fell from her eye. The once silver ring that rested on the young Agreste's hand turned black with a green paw on top of her opened palm, confirming her theory of him being Chat Noir.

She silently weeped the lost of her partner. He changed. After Chloé's last akumatization, he became more persistent on him taking her on a date, when he realized that the answer will always be the same, he stopped coming to Akuma attacks, leaving her to fight alone. She couldn't bring in any temporary heroes, since she only trust a few to wield a miraculous, but their identities were revealed to Hawkmoth and Mayura. Parisians had taken noticed of the feline hero missing from battles and started to resent him for abandoning the city.

She lost a lot that day. She lost her mentor— Master Fu, due to her jealousy of Kagami and Adrien spending time together, making Chloé exposed to getting akumatized, leading to her brainwashing and taking control of every parisian bar Ladybug, Chat Noir, Hawkmoth, Mayura, and Jade Turtle. She lost her partner's old personality, even if he's a flirt back then he was still fighting by her side, now he just doesn't appear.

She gained the guardianship of the Chinese Miracle Box, more likely the mother box due to having all of the zodiacs in one box and also containing two of the most powerful miraculous, that once combined it can bend reality that we see today. She became the Great Guardian of the miracle box.

Marinette stared at the ring before breathing in a nd out then slipping the ring on her right ring finger. A ball of green light circled her before a cat kwami appeared.

"Hey, bug..." Plagg greeted her, his ears, tails and whiskers are droopy, he knows what happened. Looking at the ring on her finger, implicates that his now previous holder has been relinquished of the black cat miraculous.

"... I'm sorry, Plagg..."

"No... It's not your fault, I warned him. I warned the kid that not all Ladybugs and Black Cats are soulmates or destined to be together or even just having a romantic relationship. He didn't listen. He let his emotions overruled his priorities as a hero, it isn't your fault." Plagg firmly stated.

The other kwamis around them seemed surprised, but they didn't comment anything, their number one priority is calming and comforting their Guardian who needed them.

The kwamis flew towards her and hugged her. Tikki even dragged Plagg, soon he fell comfortable at the bluenette's hair. Plagg soon fell asleep on top of Marinette's head while purring. Marinette sooned followed him.

The other kwamis smiled at each other before backing up to not disturbed the Guardian.

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continuing...

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