Well, I am not sure how up to date you are in the Maribat fandom, but Maribat placed 36th on Tumblr's Year in Review of 2020's Top 100 ships!🦇🐞🎉🎉
EHHHHHHH!!! WHAT?!? That’s so cool! I’m so lost, I haven’t really been on tumblr since the last time I posted chapter 11. Which was a couple of months ago... instead I’ve been watch a bit too many anime’s.
Your “The One Where Marinette”, are those one-shots? Or are they a continuation of the previous chapter?
Wow. I haven’t been on here for months. Um, it is suppose to be a continuous story but I understand how they can be viewed as one shots. I do apologize for my lack of posting but school is a lot harder than I thought and is taking up all of my time still. I mean before I used to be a straight A student but currently have a 51 in Chemistry. For all of those who asked to be tagged, I will tag you when I eventually get around to posting again but for now it is on an indefinite hiatus. If your would like to know progress don’t be afraid to ask! Could someone actually update me on what is going on in the MariBat Fandom? I haven’t had time to catch up on anything...
Hey um, you haven't posted anything for a long while and wanted to know if you're okay?
I am so so so sorry it took me so long to reply Anon! I am doing perfectly fine, the only problem is that quarantine gave me a severe case of writers block near the end. Especially after school ended, there just wasn’t a lot of motivation in my life. Luckily, online school is starting tomorrow and real school in September! I use writing as a relaxer so expect chapter 12 sometime in the near future!
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The American school system was really wired compared to Paris’ but made sense in its own way. The highest you could get was a hundred instead of a twenty. You were given three major test grades that made up fifty percent of your six-weeks grade. The other half is divided by thirteen daily grades. English class, taught by Mr. Evans, was the last period for Marinette and Damian. They had already taken a written test about the book they had started reading last week and were now starting their first project for the year. Partners were given two pages of the book Fahrenheit 451 and worked together to make their own poem of sorts. With the words they didn’t use, the pair were meant to draw over to give a visual representation of the poem.
Mr. Evans was reluctant to pair Damian with someone and had planned on having him work alone and having one group of three. Even if this was his first time teaching this boy, he had heard the horror stories of the young Wayne. Yet, after he explained the instructions and handed out the rubric he was surprised to see he already found a partner. That certainly wasn’t in his narrative of the school year. It was already the third week of school but the teacher hadn’t learned her name yet. Either way, no point of trying to change it now.
Damian should have seen this coming. Of course Marinette ( he really needed to find out her last name ) would want to team up with him. She was new to this group of people as well as the school like him and was being drawn to the familiar face. It was a good and bad thing. Good for him because she has proven she is much like Jon in most ways. Damian wouldn’t be surprised if they were somehow long lost siblings or something if it weren’t for the fact that the boy was an alien. Marinette wasn’t discouraged by his cold nature either and persisted in her attempts to befriend him after he brushed her off a couple of times. She would be a good replacement. Unlike Jon, she could actually compete in studies against him and it had proven to be enjoyable to take jabs at her because she would react in the oddest ways. For example, he had actually gotten a ninety-eight and a half on the sign language quiz while she got a flat ninety-eight. Marinette then proceeded to curse at the paper in a gibberish language that he was sure did not exist. The only way he knew she was cursing was because of the glare she had. Geography had the two talking in a different language the whole period since they were learning about Asia. ( Mrs. Moore was not happy about that ) The only con Damian could find wasn’t for himself but for Marinette. People would avoid her if he was anywhere near her. That wasn’t his problem however, he was arguing with his project partner.
“What do you mean, no! It’s a good poem and we can simply draw a book on fire over the unneeded words.”, he explained.
“That’s the problem! You can do that with the whole book, everyone is probably going to do something of that sort. It’s what the book is about. I think we should do something creative. Something unrelated to anything the book talks about.”, Marinette said.
“I don’t see the point in that. What do you even suggest we do the poem over?”, Damian asked.
“We could get extra points for creativity like the rubric says. Anyway, we can use the words describing the blue fire and the other page about his wife to create a poem of a ghost. Ghosts can be described as blue and mystic. It could be a man talking about seeing the ghost of his wife and remembering the past.”, she suggested.
“Then what do you have in mind for the drawing?”, he said.
“Since you have a thing for fire, red is the opposite of blue. Red can be warmth and represent being alive. Blue is cold and we could draw the woman floating over a body of water in front of the man. Extra points if we have him reaching out to touch her because if he does his life gets put out. Does that make sense?”, Marinette said.
Damian was impressed by her ability to be that creative with words. It created a yin and yang type of symbolism if you think about it.
“It does. I have been told I am a decent drawer. We can work together to sort out the words. I’ll take over the initial sketch of what you are explaining if you find the right colored pencils.”, Damian said.
“Really! I can draw clothes but when it comes to realistic drawings you can count me out.”, she said.
“Clothes? What are you going on about.”, he questioned.
“I design clothes. Did I not tell you? I could have swore I had! See I made this bag myself.”, Marinette said lifting her black bag to her lap.
Damian examined the patches she had sewn on along with the detailed stitching in red.
“What is your reason though? It seems like a bunch of nonsense that you decided to add.”, he said.
“That’s the whole point of accessories! They aren’t needed but make it look better. Plus, don’t you recognize most of these? The red is Chinese for prosperity and most of the patches are zodiacs.”, Marinette said.
“Are you of descent?”, Damain asked.
“Yes, my um- grandfather? He was the one who told me about all of this stuff.”, answered Marinette.
Damian took the bag from her to look at the red stitches that flowed to the straps when he felt it.
“What is at the bottom of your bag?”, he asked.
She stayed quiet for a little and Damian almost thought she hadn’t heard him.
“A brick?”, she said.
“What kind of idiot carries a brick in their bag all day?”, Damian said, giving her back her bag.
“Don't judge! I carry it to protect myself. I’m new, Gotham is known to be dangerous, and one hit is all it takes to knock someone out. It’s just one brick, not that heavy at all.”, Marinette protested.
“I suppose that makes sense.”, he said.
“It does. To be honest, I think everyone should carry one.”, she admitted.
“Hm. I’ll still never understand the purpose of your patches.”, he commented.
“Ugh, it’s an expression of oneself! Actually, it makes sense why you don’t get it. You don’t have emotions!”, Marinette said.
“I do too! Everyone does, moron.”, Damian countered.
“Okay, ‘Mr. Ice Prince’, whatever you say. How about you be productive and start the sketch while I go get the color pencils at the front of the room? Should we do a black background?”, Marinette said.
“Yes. It would contrast the colors and give them a glow like look.”, said Damian.
Marinette wanted to smack herself upside her head. She should have seen him reaching and set it back down quickly, but she didn't. At least she was able to come up with a decent enough lie of what it was. Well, it wasn’t a complete lie, those kidnappers were proof of that. A half-lie to be exact. She only lied about the miraculous box being a brick but kept the purpose the same. Actually, the purpose of her carrying it all day was because her apartment wasn’t safe. Oh who was she kidding, it was a complete lie. God, she hated lying! At this point, it felt as if her entire life was a lie. Yet, she continued to play the part and grabbed the necessary pencils.
She peeked at the progress Damian had made and could barely contain her gasp.
“Who the heck told you it was decent. It's just a sketch but it looks amazing! Ah, are you planning on joining the art club? I heard they open up next week.”, Marinette said.
“Tt. There is no reason for me to join a club when I can simply draw on my own.”, he said.
“Art is meant to be shared with others. It’s why we have museums and such. That’s like spending a year making a huge ball gown that no one ever gets to see or wear.”, she explained.
“That’s stupid, why waste that much time and- I see the point you are trying to make.”, Damian mumbled the end.
“Does that mean you’ll join the club?”, she asked.
“No. I’ll simply stop drawing.”, he responded, setting his pencil down.
“Liar.”
“Excuse me?”, Damian responded to the accusation.
“Liar. You’re just going to stop drawing in front of me because you’re stubborn like that!”, Marinette continued.
Damian picked up the black colored pencil and sent a harsh glare her way. Yet, she was unfazed and proceeded to match his stare with her own glare.
“I suggest you drop it if you wish to have me complete our project.”, he threatened.
“Fine. Momentary truce so we can finish it before Wednesday.”, she said.
“I don’t understand why he gave us three days. We are a Pre-AP class. This isn’t even that hard to do.”, Damian said.
“Hush! Are you trying to get in trouble? If he hears you he might just give you extra work. Or worse, us both. Make an attempt to deal with it. I bet you can’t.”, Marinette jabbed.
“Is that a challenge? I accept! I’ll show you that I can stay out of Mr. Evans’ radar.”, Damian smugly said.
“Sure, sure.”, Marinette replied, brushing him off.
She knew what she was doing. Damian had too much pride along with his stubbornness. He would never back away from a challenge. Damian somewhat reminded her of Alya, if you told either that they couldn’t or shouldn’t, they would do it anyway just to spite you. Marinette pulled the bag back onto her lap and traced the outline of the fox tail. Was Alya still running her blog? Did she change it or start a new one since there were no more heroes in Paris. She refused to ever check the website after she left. It was better to ignore her past and leave it where it belonged, behind her. Could she really forget the first fourteen years of her life, however.
“Hey! The bells are about to ring. Get out of La-La-Land and help me put everything up.”, Damian said.
The poke of the sharp end of a pencil on her arm is what got Marinette moving. She quickly stood up and put on her backpack then grabbed all the colored pencils.
“Sorry. Sorry. I’ll get to it!”
Damian was skeptical of French-Asian now more than ever. His father hadn’t given him much information besides her picture, first name, and basics of her past. It didn’t seem he had much more than Damian did after he tried going behind his father's back to find more and came up empty. That paired with the fact she had been spacing out for long periods didn’t help. At first he brushed it off and chose to get more information through conversation. Drake would do it all the time at the manor, it must be normal. It was fine until he started inspecting her more closely when it started to increase frequency. Her eyes would change into a pair that held memories no one but her seemed to know about. Much like Alfred’s when certain dates would come and his secrets were no longer able to be concealed.
Damian stared at the text messages sent to him on his phone. Grayson had an urgent doctors appointment and didn’t want to go by himself, so Alfred took him. Since he couldn’t legally drive, Drake was on his way from Wayne Enterprise to pick him up. Of all people it had to be Drake. He couldn’t even stand the thought of being in a car with him. Curse America and its rules decided by age. A plan was set in his mind to tell Alfred to meet him elsewhere and set Drake on a wild goose chase. It wouldn’t hurt to use his time wisely and gather more information on his newest target. He just had to follow his most simple rule. Question everything.
As soon as the bell rang, Marinette was up and out of the door. Mr. Evans didn’t like his students to line up at the door so she was glad her seat was close to it. The hallway was empty for approximately 2.63 seconds before it began to crowd with people. She didn't realize someone was trying to catch up to her as she maneuvered past people left and right. Damian watched her scurry around as if she was a mouse trying to escape a maze for cheese. She eventually had to slow down when she reached the entrance of the stairs. It was crowded with fellow students all trying to go the same way. Her heart raced and stomach churned with knots. Big crowds always reminded her of the times akumas took control over civilians and used them as minions against her. Tikki had told her that her experiences as Ladybug could be seen as ‘traumatic’. Marinette thought the goddess was overreacting and brushed off her concerns. She was simply always prepared for the worst. Her body itched to push past everyone and head straight for the school exit, but that was frowned upon. It might have been smart to take the back stairs but the idea of going against the flow of people set her more on edge.
The group of boys in front of her kept pushing each other around and she was sure one almost fell down the stairs. The girls behind her kept gossiping with one another while waiting to reach the steps. The pep-talk she told her herself every time before she took her first step played in her head. ‘Do not fall. Do not fall. Do not fall!’, like a mantra.
“Marinette.”
If it had not been that she was too focused on not tripping, she may have jumped ten feet into the air when her name was called. Instead her body settled with a squeak.
“Damian. You scared the crap out of me!”, she sighed out.
“Maybe you should be more aware of your surroundings?”, he said.
“I was! I know that there are dozens of other people trying to get down these stupids stairs that aren’t going to try to talk to me.”, she sassed.
She was being jumpier than usual. Something must have happened or be on her mind based on his knowledge. Unless this is left over nervousness from when he scared her in class.
“Anyway. Did you need something or just decided you wanted to be a jerk?”, she asked.
“Though inconveniencing other people's lives is a hobby of mine, I wanted to ask if you had anything going on after school. My driver is unable to come until later.”, he said.
“Driver?”, said Marinette.
“Yes. The person whose job it is to drive me around.”, he said, bluntly.
“Well, I usually go to work but I have the day off so-“, Marinette said.
“Work?” This time it was Damian who was questioning the other.
“Work, you know, a job I do to pay for stuff. Are you rich or something?”, she asked.
“Yes. I thought we had established that.”, he answered.
“No, we hadn’t. You actually make so much more sense now. Either way, what did you have in mind?
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“Look, I’ll show you how it's done. This brick can come in handy. I bet you ten bucks that my bag can hit both of those guys messing with that girl in one throw!”, Marinette bargained.
“No! It may hit one, but will lose its momentum before it can reach the other guy.”, Damian said.
Marinette smirked before taking off her bag and holding it like a frisbee. She didn’t want anything bad to happen to the poor girl and quickly threw it from her position at the front of the alley. It did, in fact, hit both men before landing at the feet of the girl.
“Pay up, sucker! Are you alright, Mademoiselle?”, she asked the frightened young woman, making her way further into the alley to get her bag.
“Yes. Thank you. I have to get going but I can’t thank you enough.”, the woman said.
“Your welcome. Are you sure you wouldn’t want us to walk you wherever you need to go?”, Marinette asked.
“No, darling. A friend is waiting for me just a block away.”
“Okay. Stay safe ma’am”, she said as the woman walked away.
The pair were back on the crowded sidewalks of Gotham. Heading towards the destination they were meant to meet Damian’s driver after the little detour.
‘You now have my respect.”, he said.
“It is my utmost honor. It must be a hard thing to earn.”, Marinette jokes.
“Indeed.”
“I shall throw you a party to show my gratitude!”, she continued.
“It is expected.”, he deadpanned.
“You know I’m being sarcastic, right?”, Marinette asked.
“I am too.”, he said.
“Sometimes, it's really hard to tell.”
They waited outside a pet store for ten minutes until a black car pulled up. A man with grey hair stepped out of it and approached them.
“Good evening, miss. My Name is Alfred Pennyworth.”, he said.
Marinette turned to Damian, “This is your driver? He seems so nice!”, she said in astonishment.
“Is that supposed to be an insult?”, questioned Damian.
“Do you take it as one?”, Marinette asked back.
“No.”, he said.
“I didn’t think you would.”, she said.
“Master Damian, Master Dick’s wisdom tooth surgery has left him very out of it and he needs to rest immediately.”, said Alfred.
“Wisdom teeth? Have you been recording?”, Damian asked.
“Him singing the chorus of Dancing Queen over and over again? Yes.”, he answered.
Damian entered the car and closed the door behind him. Marinette had planned on waving the driver off before leaving but instead watched him open the truck and pull something out of it.
“Miss. I wish to give you this as a show of my gratitude for taking care of my peachick.”, he said, while handing her a bag.
Marinette didn’t even have to open the bag to know what it was. How long had it been since she had a real home cooked meal? The warmth of the food seeped into her body as she held it close. When she looked up to give her thanks, the car was already turning the corner. The meaning of his words never hit, not even as she shared the meal with each kwami.
Guess who’s back. Back again. A LLama’s back. Tell a friend. This chapter was rushed and so much longer than most so... enjoy?
Also @marichatcameback are you marimacaron now??? If not i’m sorry I tagged you random person...
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Titus had been restless ever since his first escape. The poor thing had been itching to get out again. He even stopped wanting to take walks around the estate. It made Damian upset to see his beloved dog so unhappy. The problem was he didn’t trust anyone outside the grounds to treat Titus like he should be. To be honest, no one in his family could except Alfred. His father and adopted siblings were incompetent as they were in practically everything. Damian was reluctant but eventually caved in the end.
So he pulled on his most inconspicuous clothes that an average person would wear, or at least what he thought average people wore and led Titus out the door with a leash. Alfred had suggested he didn’t go to the private secluded parks near the area and one more in the city. It was like a walled area for muggers to catch high paying victims once they left. The city parks had more people and made it easier to blend in. It was also where Titus seemed to prefer to go. As soon as they passed the gates, the dog practically dragged him. Damian could have reeled him back in but the smile he swore was Titus’ face stopped him.
Titus had conveniently brought a blue tennis ball with him while Damian held his leash and carried a satchel across his chest. The pair made their way to a secluded open field that provided enough room for the Great Dane to run around. A game of fetch ensued between the two. A throw too far set Titus on a chase. Something must have caught his eye because as soon as he got the ball he took off through a small grove of trees.
‘Must have seen a squirrel.’, sufessed Damian.
He sat down and took out his sketchbook and a few pencils. He preferred a monochrome look than a full-fledged colored drawing. Damian began to sketch his surroundings as he waited for Titus to tire himself out.
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“Guardian, may we visit that tree Tikki had mentioned before? It has been a long time since I’ve been able to climb a real tree. Who knows how bad my climbing skills have gotten!”, Xuppa pleaded.
“Well, as long as you are able to stay hidden from all passersby I guess I can let you all roam around.”, declared Marinette.
“That’s why we want to go to the tree on the hill, silly Guardian. It’s a clearing surrounded by trees! It’s perfect!”, Daizzi teased with a small oink at the end.
“I guess you have a point. Okay, through these trees we shall go! Are my loyal and trustworthy Miri’s ready?”, joked Marinette.
“Of course, our fair Lady.”, Pollen continued.
“I’m always loyal to you, Guardian.”, said Barkk.
The journey was long and treacherous for the group. Well, not really but it was fun to pretend they were on an adventure. Instead of a park, they were in an unexplored jungle. Having to avoid deadly obstacles such as couples and people reading peacefully under the trees. Then Marinette had been attacked by a poisonous tree root sticking out above ground. The root caused blindness temporarily which resulted in her tripping over it and falling. That led to the kwami’s having to lead her around with her eyes closed. It was like she was a little girl again playing with her- her-. Yeah, it was nice having fun with her Miri’s! They marched up the small hill with everyone following her like ducklings while they sang a Guardian-folk song.
“Alright! We have arrived at our destination. All Kwami exit the station as the Marinette train studies her sign language notes!”, she announced.
They all floated off into the tree as she sat under it and pulled out her journal. Reconnecting with the English language just to learn a new one based off of it. Then Damian had challenged her on who would do best on the ASL quiz next Friday. She couldn’t back down and was now forcing herself to study. Nooroo timidly floated out of the bag towards her. He had opted out of joining their song now that she thought about it.
“Master, I am sorry to bother you but are you certain it is all right for us to roam around?”, the butterfly mumbled.
The poor thing was greatly affected by their time in Paris. Duusuu could feed off the happy emotions of the others but Nooroo put the fault on himself. Gabriel had done a number on the poor kwami.
“You can call me Marinette or Guardian, Nooroo. Of course you can come out! Don’t worry so much, that's my job.”, she reassured. It got a small smile out of the kwami before he zipped off.
She was going over her greetings when she saw the kwami go in and out of her bag. Everytime they would come out with their personal snacks.
“Did everybody pack something to eat and forget to tell me?”, she pouted.
“Sssssorry Mari. We forgot to tell you. We could alwayssss sssshare our ssssnackss.”, Sass hissed out.
“You should try some of my honey-covered croissants! They’re amazing!”, buzzed Pollen.
“No, eat my seeds!”
“My dried bananas are the best!”
“Carrots!”
“Biscuits!”
“I’m so happy. I love food!”
They all hurriedly shouted above each other trying to offer her their snacks.
“Calm down, Miri’s! I appreciate your generosity. Though camembert sounds delicious right now.”, she commented with a side glance at the certain kwami. The cheese glutton couldn’t do anything but drop his jaw at her request. He had been the only one to not say anything and the Guardian knew it.
“Minibug, you can’t be serious! My cheese smells bad. You won’t even like it. Trust me! You’re better off eating one of Sass’ boiled eggs.”, Plagg tried to redirect her taste and the other kwami’s glares.
“I’m teasing Plagg. I just had breakfast not too long ago.”, she said.
“Geez, Mari! Everyone looked on the verge to kill me.”, he huffed before stuffing the entire wheel in his mouth.
Marinette and the kwami’s settled back down as she put in her earbuds and continued to study. Everything was nice and dandy for another forty-five minutes until she heard a faint shout from Tikki.
“Marinette look out!”
It was too late for the guardian however. By the time she knew it, Marinette was being dragged by the collar of her hoodie away from the tree. All of her stuff was left behind as her kidnapper ran at an alarming rate. She was pulled down hill, past the trees, dragged through a clearing for a while until she was dropped face first onto the grass. A dog started barking as soon as she was released.
“Titus! What is the meaning of this. You can’t just grab random- Marinette?”, the person said.
Marinette rubbed her head as she lifted herself up. This person knew her? She was met with the somewhat familiar face of Damian.
“H-Hey Damian, does this happen to be your dog or is there a better reason it just dragged me fifty yards to drop me here?”, she stuttered.
“No, it is not. I just happened to be able to read it’s name tag without moving. Of course it’s my dog, idiot!”, he sneered.
“Hey! How would you like it if you were suddenly getting yanked to gods know where by the collar and felt like you were choking?”, she retorted, rubbing her neck.
“What are you even doing here, Marinette?”, he questioned with narrowed eyes.
“First, this is a public park. I was studying some notes before your crazy- oh my kwami it’s taller than me!”, she gasped looking at the dog. She knew it wasn’t taller than her but her position of sitting on the floor made it tower over her. Marinette had met it before.
“Titus is a perfectly sized Great Dane. You’re the one with a pathetic stature. I suggest you change your diet to one suited to help with growth. Maybe incorporate beans, quinoa, or chicken if you're an inhumane meat-eater.”, he said.
“Yes, because I can totally fund a lifestyle change like that. Also, I’m average height. You’re the one that’s too tall!”, complained Marinette.
Titus wagged his tail back and forth as Marinette scratched his head in her lap.
“We had been playing with his tennis ball and I assumed he went to chase after an animal of some sort. Then he came back with you.”, Damian explained.
“So your dog basically fetched me.”, she summarized.
“You could put it that way.”, he commented.
“As adorable as Titus is, I have to go get my stuff before someone decides to take it. See you at school on Monday, I guess.”, Marinette said as she got up, much to the displeasure of Titus. Said dog barked in complaint as his attention giver left.
“Tt. I’m not sure what you have done to him but Titus should not be acting this way. He is supposed to be a feared guard dog, you have made him soft!”, he huffed.
“Feared like you with the rest of the student body at Gotham Academy? You still haven’t told me what got you to be dubbed an ‘Ice Prince’.”, Marinette said.
Damian only packed up his stuff and walked away.
Now, Marinette had to walk all the way back to the tree. The Miri’s were definitely going to lecture her.
I am sooooo soooo sorry for not posting this last week! I went out of town and it completely slipped my mind... sorry.
The One Where Marinette Toasts Someone To A Crisp #9
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Question: Do y’all prefer the numbered parts or should I change it to “Previous” and “Next” links from now on?
By the time Marinette woke up the next day the only person still there was Harley. Everyone else was an early riser and had left by nine in the morning. She deserved to sleep in anyway. Waking up at three, just after everyone else went to sleep, and spending the next two hours making cinnamon rolls for everyone can be exhausting. Yet, Marinette did it anyway and went back to bed at five-thirty in the morning. She was awake by eleven and happily warmed up their breakfast.
“Blueberry, you should have seen how scary that movie was! I couldn’t even fall asleep until two am.”, Quinn complained as she dumped icing onto her plate.
“Two? Didn’t we start the movie at nine-thirty?”, Marinette said.
“Yeah and you were out by ten. Seriously, you didn’t even get to see the scary stuff! Then the warehouse gets so dark at night and V kept laughing at me.”, Harley whined
“I’m still trying to adjust to this school sleep schedule. Still haven’t caught up on all those days when I only slept two hours!”, exclaimed Marinette.
“But’cha still woke up early to make everyone breakfast?”, Harley said. The clown sighed in delight as she took a bite of the sweet, warm, gooey, bread.
By Noon, Marinette and the Kwami's were out the door and on their way home. It was a little chilly even with the sun on her when she wasn’t in the shadows of the tall buildings. The breeze was what made it so cold.
The warehouse was an additional eight minutes away from the flower shop that totaled a twenty-three minute walk home. Harley had offered to escort her but Ivy had called saying she needed help at the event she was arranging. She was passing one of the numerous sketchy alleys when she felt something wrap around her waist and pull her quickly.
Turns out it was one of those long canes that you would see on TV that were used for jokes. At the end of the stick two men dressed in black with another in a green suit standing right behind him. It was a disgusting neon green with plum purple question marks all over it.
“Nice catch, Erin! Now, I got riddles for you darling. Answer all of them correctly and I’ll let you go. Get one wrong and, well I don’t want to ruin the surprise!”, he finished with a grin.
Marinette grimaced at what he could be implying but said nothing.
“Let’s start easy then work our way up, eh? I’m tall when I’m young, and short when I’m old. What am I?”, he asked.
“A candle.”, she answered.
“Correct. What month of the year has twenty-eight days?”, he continued.
“All of them.”, Marinette said.
“Wrong, February can have- wait, you got that right, hmm. What can you never answer-“, the man began.
“Are you asleep yet.”, she interrupted before he could finish.
“Rude! Let’s see how good you are in math. What three numbers, none of which is zero, give the same result whether they’re added or multiplied?”, he questioned.
“One, two, and three.”, Marinette said.
“A word I know, six letters it contains, remove one letter and twelve remains. What is it?”
“Dozens.”
“You see me once in June, twice in November and not at all in May. What am I?”
“The letter “e”.
“Ugh! Last one little girl. What does man love more than life, hate more than death or mortal strife; that which contented men desire; the poor have, the rich require; the miser spends, the spendthrift saves, and all men carry to their graves?”, he asked with a smug smile at the end.
Marinette stood as still as possible in the cane's hold and processed the wordy question. She looked the man straight in the eye when she answered, “Nothing.”
The man threw his hands up in the air in defeat. “You are insufferable! I swore that one would have tripped you up. Most people failed at the month riddle.”, he whined.
“If you don’t mind, may I ask you a question?”, Marinette said politely as possible.
“Well, you are the first person today to answer all my riddles. Go ahead.”, the man grumbled.
“Who are you?”
The man stopped dead in his tracks, he seemed appalled by the question. Was she supposed to know him?
“I’m the notorious Gotham villain, Riddler! Far better than Clue Master, I must add. How have you not heard of me? I just escaped! I should be all over the news already, aren’t you scared?”, he rambled before turning back to her.
“One, I’m new here. Two, I can’t afford cable and get all my entertainment from YouTube because it’s free. Three, if you're a man you’ll keep your word and let me go.”, she retorted.
The man, the Riddler, cackled before bursting into a fit of laughter. She looked at the two men that had been holding the cane and they looked at her. The three weren’t exactly sure on what to do and waited for him to finish.
“E-Erin, Oscar! Di- Did you hear what the girl said? Hooooo!”, he exclaimed, and dramatically wiped a tear from his eye.
“What’s your name and are you willing to become my partner in crime?”, Riddler asked once he got a hold of himself.
“Marinette. Not to be rude but I wouldn’t want to be seen with someone with questionable style choices. ( Hah pun! ) Seriously, are you trying to be an eyesore. I would also refrain from asking me to join you unless you want to face the wrath of a pissed off clown.”, she responded.
“Hey, I designed this myself! You’re working with the Joker?”, he questioned.
“Worse. Harley Quinn.”
Marinette found herself dragged or pushed back to where she was on the sidewalk right after. The cane retreated back into the alleyway as she watched the three escape from the other end. Marinette debated on whether or not to tell Harley now or to wait. This Riddler didn’t seem that dangerous and was afraid of what Quinn could do. Ultimately, Marinette decided she would tell the clown the next time she saw her. That would certainly be enough time for man to attempt to make an escape.
“I don’t think I want to go home anymore, Miri’s. How does a trip to the park sound? I didn’t exactly get to enjoy it last time.”, she asked the kwami’s.
The pulse of excited energy was all she needed to for an answer and change directions.
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Harley was odd but by far the most wonderful person Marinette had ever met. She was bubbly and sweet but could be sarcastic and funny. Marinette couldn’t believe some of the things she had done! Harley loved to wreak havoc and Marinette was the brilliant mastermind, they got along like a burger with fries! The added bonus was that they had a hyena that Marinette absolutely adored.
This was the third time she had been over to Harley, Ivy’s, and sometimes Selina’s home. On the outside it looked like an abandoned warehouse that anyone with a brain didn’t want to go near. The inside however, was absolutely gorgeous! The designer in Marinette approved of their place. The windows looked dirty and bordered up on the outside but provided the perfect amount of natural light. At night, fairy lights lit up the more used parts of the warehouse. Right now, her and Harley were making cookies to feed the clowns sweet tooth.
“Alright, Blueberry, I got all the stuff on that list you gave Ivy! Time to start throwing everything together, right?”, Harley exclaimed.
She was very curious on how the glorious Marinette always made the best chocolate-chip cookies. Now, the girl herself would be showing her before their weekly movie night!
“You should mix the wet ingredients first, along with the sugar and salts. I’ll work on whisking the flour and baking soda. That’s when we combine them then knead to make the dough!”, she explained.
“So I’m getting the fun stuff!”, yelped Harley as she pulled the items she needed closer.
“You get to measure the most stuff but you do get the messier ingredients!”, she teased.
The two set to work with their jobs. Kneading the dough was by far the most exciting part and most delicious in Harley’s opinion.
“Stop eating all of the dough! We won’t have enough cookies for everyone, and I am not making a whole new batch.”, Marinette scolded.
“But Sugar, it just tastes so good! I can’t control myself when it comes to chocolate, didn’t Ivy tell you about this?”, whined Harley.
“Well, the head chef might have to kick you out if you don’t start making scoops. Once they’re all set on the parchment paper we just have to bake them for 8 minutes! Why don’t you go preheat the oven to 350 while I finish up.”, suggested Marinette. It was really an excuse to get Harley away from the dough.
“Fine! You know I’ve been telling all of our friends about you. I can’t wait for you to meet them all! We usually meet up every Wednesday but that is a school night for you. So I’ve been trying to get them to change it to the weekend so I can bring you! That’s really hard since we are all either villains still or anti-heroes. Everyone is so stubborn but so am I!”, Harley said.
“Should I be worried about meeting some of these ‘friends’, HQ.”, Marinette questioned.
“As long as we are there, no! Though, a few have been looking for sidekicks of their own. Just try not to get involved in an attack until after we introduce you. If ANYBODY hurts you just give me a name, I’m not clowning around, Ivy and I will kick so serious butt!”, Harley raged.
“Harley Quinn, I swear if you don’t calm down I’ll let Selina lick the spoon for the cookie dough!”, threatened Marinette.
“Blueberry! You wouldn’t dare! Fine, I’ll get out of your hair and go see what movie they picked.”, Harley said dramatically. She left the kitchen on an adventure to the living room.
Marinette scooped the last bit of cookie dough and placed it on the parchment paper. Taking her black cat kitchen timer, Marinette twisted it to eight minutes before grabbing the tray with a mitt to put it in the oven. Opening the door, she could feel the heat radiating from it.
She could faintly remember the smell of burning bodies.
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That night, she felt on top of the world. She was supposed to be happy and celebrate defeating Hawkmoth. She was going to tell her parents everything! She was rushing back home. She was whooping and hollering as she zipped across Paris’ night sky.
Then, she got a glimpse.
Her home, up in flames.
She moved past the fire-department, moved past the police officers, straight into the bakery’s front doors. Rushing upstairs, she could see that her parents bedroom was still closed but had fire surrounding it. Kicking it open, fire licked her skin before clearing out of her way. Marinette could see the two lumps that were her parents still in bed. Marinette could also see the smoke that covered the floor and the flames that sat right on top of the blankets. She was too late, the smoke had already suffocated them.
Where did it all go wrong! Could it have been an akuma. They had been fighting Hawkmoth, Mayura, and Volpina the whole time. Miraculous Ladybug should have fixed this. It might not have been akuma related but it should have fixed it! It fixed Alix’s watch when it broke, that was even before Hawkmoth akumatized her! Why wasn't she fast enough, strong enough, prepared enough. Why would she hear ringing? What was ringing!
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Her black cat timer was going off. Marinette had been standing there with the tray of cookies and oven open for eight minutes. Harley came running in soon after.
“Are they done! Let me have one!”, she squealed but deflated when she saw Marinette.
“No, sorry HQ. I was letting the dough rest before putting them in. Give it another eight minutes will you?”, Marinette lied with a glowing smile.
“Sure Blueberry!”, Harley said, grabbing the timer and twisting it to eight.
“You know, since I’m spending the night, I can make everyone cinnamon rolls in the morning! I know how to make the sweetest icing.”, she suggested.
Selina strutted her way in with a gasp, “Kitten! You can’t eat that, that’s cannibalism.”
Marinette let out an annoyed huff. “I know what you’re implying! You know, I am your partner in crime right?”, she pouted.
“You might be a thief, but that’s not your personality. Anyways, do we have any milk or do I have to go to the store and buy some? We can’t have cookies without milk!”, Selina said.
“We got some! I grabbed it while I went shopping for the ingredients.”, Ivy answered.
“Nice! Oh, sorry Kitten, we chose that new horror movie. If it gets too scary we’ll turn it off.”, Selina said, pulling herself to sit on the kitchen counter.
“Don’t worry, I’m not a scary cat!”, joked Marinette.
“Maybe we should go out and get ice cream? Cookie Ice Cream sandwiches sound delicious right now!”, Ivy suggested.
“Fantastic, why didn’t we think of that sooner! Let’s go, V. We’ll be back in no time, Blueberry.”, Harley cheered before grabbing Ivy and rushing out the door.
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The four were just about to start the movie when a knock was heard.
“Are we waiting on someone else?”, Marinette asked the other three.
“Not that I know of. Red, Quinn, care to explain?”, Selina narrowed her eyes at the two she named. She protectively wrapped an arm around Marinette, whoever was at the door wasn’t supposed to be here.
“I don’t know anything either! So maybe our lovely clown would like to see who is at the door.”, Ivy said.
Harley walked to the warehouse's main entrance with all eyes on her. Everyone else was standing out of view to the door only a few feet behind her. She as well couldn't remember for the life of her who else she had invited! Quinn carefully opened the door, expecting the worst.
“Guess who decided to join the Siren’s weekly movie night! Your favorite dude, Dick Grayson!”, the man outside exclaimed before letting himself in.
His arms were full of more junk food and drinks and wore the softest looking pajamas Marinette had ever seen.
“Who is that, Selina?”, whispered Marinette. She stood shyly behind said woman and watched the adults interact with the man.
“You Dick, we thought someone dangerous was outside but it was just you! I thought you said you couldn’t come?”, Harley pouted, he had legitimately made her worried.
“Things change! And I can totally be dangerous, you should know this. Oh, who is this, your new!”, Dick said, trying to peek at the tiny girl behind Selina.
Selina helped by stepping aside so the two could meet face to face.
“Kitten, this is Dick.”, was all she said.
“Hi, nice to meet you. What’s your na-“, he started.
“Mari-gold here is the newest Siren.”, Ivy cut off.
“Cool! So, what’s your-“, he tried again.
“Blueberry is the sweetest person in the world. She’s like a lil’ cinnamon roll!”, Harley intervened.
“Awesome! Can you tell me your-“, he began.
“You're a gymnast.”, Marinette said bluntly.
“Yup! They must have told you about-“, Dick couldn’t even finish.
“No. I never heard of you. I could just tell by your build. You seem to be highly flexible which means you started in your childhood.”, she elaborated while circling around him. She was a cat going around her target trying to find the best place to strike.
“Yeah? Who are you-“, he shouldn’t have even asked.
Marinette abruptly snatched a bag of chips he was still holding before looking up and giving him a bright smile.
“Let’s go watch that movie!”, she exclaimed before making her way back to the TV. Everyone soon followed suit.
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Dick wanted to be mad, he really did. He pouted in his seat on the couch. He knew he recognized Selina’s ‘Kitten’. He couldn’t get her name out of anybody. They seemed to be avoiding that topic. Now, he watched as the girl laid asleep with her head in Selina’s lap on the floor. Snuggling with his blanket. His favorite blanket!
Would it be wrong if he stole it back? It was his favorite one afterall. Technically, she had stolen it first.
The little information he got out of Selina once the girl had fallen asleep during the horror movie told him he shouldn’t.
The Siren’s didn’t actually know much about her than what her actions showed. Her past was a large unknown but for a fact her parents were out of the picture. She was fifteen, worked to provide for herself all on her own, and just started her first year of school but was incredibly smart.
Dick didn’t mention the blanket and reasoned she probably needed it more than him. He could just buy a new one anyway, but it still made him a little upset. Maybe he should talk to Bruce. The man and Selina had been talking more recently so he was bound to know something.
He squeaked at the sudden jumpscare, as did Harley. God, he hated Ghost!
( Dick totally forgot to mention it to Bruce because he was too focused on finding a new blanket. )
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It was a normal day at work, Marinette helped Ivy tend to the plants. Said flowers complained about everything and no matter what, could never decide what music they wanted to listen to to help them grow! After the whole you are not safe without the kwami’s protection, Marinette had to stop Plagg from eating flowers he deemed were cheese. Tikki kept eyeing the aphids and would snack on them when no one was looking. Sass kept coiling his tail too tight around the stems. Nooroo wouldn’t stop drinking the nectars. Pollen was pollinating. Then lastly, Orikko was plucking the daisies petals off one by one. To sum it all up, it was a pretty normal day.
Closing was easy since they didn’t have any last minute orders for the next day. Once the doors were locked, Ivy waved her off and they went in different directions.
They always closed at six-thirty and were out by seven o’clock. Gotham was beginning to change towards fall in late September, however, so the sun would start setting at seven instead of the usual eight to eight-thirty. Marinette lived fifteen minutes away and was a relatively small stature girl. She also had on her school uniform which meant everyone who saw her knew she was just a teenager. Do you see the problem yet? Can you guess what was bound to happen? Let’s set the scene, shall we!
Marinette had noticed them when she was walking by and one of the two men brushed her with his shoulder. Even though he was the one to run into her Marinette swiftly apologised and went on her way. She was eight minutes from her apartment and turning a corner when she noticed that they were not far behind her.
The problem was that they had been going the opposite way beforehand. So she tried to do what a normal person without pocket gods would do in this situation. She didn’t want to lead them home so she stuck with the few crowds there, trying to lose them. But night was approaching, slowly fewer and fewer people were out.
Marinette considered going into a coffee shop that was open but what good would that do if they just waited for her to exit. It’s not like she could afford to have a phone and even then she only knew a few people in Gotham. She was just deciding on how to locate a police or fire station when she was yanked backwards by her arm. Into a gosh darn alleyway.
Seriously, if they have the highest crime rates, and most of them happened in alleys, why do they have so many alleyways! Especially dark and dead end ones like where Marinette was standing. A normal person would be terrified but Marinette wasn’t a normal girl, but she couldn’t let them know that. For all they knew, they just cornered a helpless girl that was scared of the two men twice her size. When really they were the ones who fell into the trap of a powerful god wielding girl with no escape.
“Look who we finally caught, can’t run now.”, the blonde one taughted.
“She almost looks like a Wayne. If we could convince the boss, she’ll be worth a lot more than those other girls.”, the brunette one suggested.
Who was even a Wayne and why did she look like them? Was it the blue hair, she’d never seen others that had a natural blue like her besides her mom and Kagami. It must be her eyes, but lots of people could have blue eyes, especially in America. The blonde pulled a needle out of his pocket.
“Now just make this easy and stay still so we don’t have to hurt that pretty little face of yours!”, he sneered.
Kwami, what were these awful attempts of being intimidating? She’s seen chihuahuas do much better. Plagg’s destructive energy was pulsing through her backpack, along with everyone else but he was the strongest. Why did cats have to be so territorial, she would have to put an end to this before the magic got out of hand. None of them wanted another Pompeii, Atlantis, or Black Death on their hands. She allowed them to inch closer towards her as she started rambling nonsense in French. Better if they thought she didn’t know what was going on, they’re more likely to make arrogant mistakes. The blonde could tell she was overwhelmed and about to bolt so he quickly lunged at her, but she was faster. Next thing he knew, the needle meant for her neck was in his own as he fell unconscious.
Turning towards the brunette, he had pulled out a simple pocket knife. It wouldn’t do anything more than a flesh wound unless he hit a major artery or organ. She didn’t really want to fight the two just, you know, stop them from hurting her.
Taking off her backpack, she swung it by the strap and knocked the weapon out his hands. Tackling him was the next step and she used all of her body weight to keep him down long enough to slam the bag on his head. The egg shaped Kwami box felt like a load of brick. She should know, Marinette had dropped it on her toes multiple times! Just two hits and both her attackers were out cold.
Setting her bag back onto her bag, she stood up and straightened out her skirt. Good thing she didn’t tear any of her clothes or the two would have definitely woken up with black eyes. Marinette heard two feet gently land behind her at the entrance of the alley. Wouldn’t you know it, the blue-bird that Selina had told her about and decided to drop in. Of course, right after she finished dealing with the two herself!
“Je suis désolé de ce que je leur ai fait. Ils essayaient de me prendre mais je n'allais pas laisser ça arriver. Je dois y aller maintenant monsieur!”, she said, still playing the foreign card.
( I'm sorry about what I did to them. They were trying to take me but I wasn't going to let that happen. I must be going now sir! )
“C'est bien petite dame! Êtes-vous d'accord, vous ont-ils fait du mal?”, he answered. Marinette certainly didn’t expect him to know what she had said.
( It's alright little lady! Are you okay, did they hurt you? )
“Je vais bien. Je suis pressé, je dois y aller!”, she announced and rushed past him.
( I'm fine. I'm in a hurry, I have to go! )
Nightwing looked at what the tiny French left behind. Foreigners sure knew how to get the job done. What was even in that backpack of hers. The dude would surely have a concussion, but in the end he deserved it for trying to kidnap the girl. Gothamites could surely learn a thing or two from people like her. Now the question was what to do with the criminals. He could turn them into the police or inform Red Hood about them. One had mentioned other girls, so Red Hood would be the better option. He could investigate and find the chain and most likely rescue those who weren’t so lucky and already caught. Plus, the man had a soft-spot for any and all kids.
Nightwing thought back to the French girl. She really did look like a Wayne! Dark hair, blue eyes, seemed to have gotten herself in and out of trouble before. All she had to do was be an orphan and she’d fit the memo. The girl had a Gotham Academy uniform, maybe Damian knew her? Second thought, Damian probably didn’t talk to anybody in that darn school unless he had to, so that was out of the question. Something just wasn’t sitting right with him. He had seen her before but where? No, not her, those eyes. Nightwing had seen those eyes before.
He didn’t know how long he stood thinking in the alley but the realization hit him like a truck.
She was the freaking ghost that stole his favorite blanket!
Panic. Panic wasn’t an uncommon feeling but one that was not welcomed. She had felt it everyday in Paris. The alarms with their high pitched screeches alerting everyone of the danger. That it was time for their heroes’ to come out and save the day like every time beforehand. Akuma alarms were something she was all for but the sounds they made terrified Marinette to her core. Yet, this wasn’t what was causing her to freak out. No, it was something else entirely but the same amount of panic.
Marinette was running late to school. Her first day of school.
You would think she would have kicked the habit but Marinette still couldn’t get her life together enough to wake up with her alarm.
‘Maybe she should change the ringtone to an akuma alarm? That would surely get her out of bed.”, she thought while hopping down the sidewalk pulling her sock up.
Once secured just below her knee, Marinette took off into a sprint towards her school.
‘If I changed it into an akuma alarm I might transform and jump out my window half-asleep.’, she reasoned with herself.
Slowing her speed down to a fast walk, Marinette started her way towards her first class. She had just toured this god-forsaken building and couldn’t remember for the life of her where to go! Everything looked so different with students now in the hallways, most taller than her. Seriously, what did people in America eat? Everyone looked like they grew like weeds.
Focus! She stared at her schedule shuffling her feet to ensure she didn’t trip. Shifting her gaze just above the paper to avoid bodies coming towards her Marinette began to commit it to memory. There must have been a crowd because she got stuck behind people not walking and had to maneuver her way past all of them. What she didn’t realize was that they were surrounding someone. Then she walked straight into that someone.
Damian was anything but a ‘happy camper’ this morning. Jon had left that summer on some out of this world mission for who knows how long. His father no longer wanted him to attend the school the two had previously gone to and transferred him to one closer to home. It was his first year of high school and to add to it, he was given the task of babysitting one of Selina’s pets. So no, he was not looking forward to this school year. As if it couldn't get worse, many of Gotham’s Academy's students knew of his name and decided that the best way to interact was to gawk. Seriously, Damian was only rich; it's not like he was an idol or something. He was trudging his way to his class when he felt something ram straight into his back.
‘Breath. Father would be disappointed if you snapped at a fellow student on the first day’, he told himself. Luckily, the person who ran into him spoke before he could insult her.
Marinette was panicking. Again! Isn't she carrying the goddess of luck in her backpack? Why is her life so unlucky? Not only did she bump into someone, they were super tall compared to her. They were also the person the crowd had been surrounding. Which in turn meant they were important. So what did Marinette do?
“Je suis vraiment désolé monsieur! Je ne voulais pas faire ça, mais je dois y aller!”, she rushed out before walking past him.
( Translation: I'm very sorry sir! I didn't mean to do that, but I must get going! )
Why did she speak in French! Stupid fight or flight instincts making her switch to her native language. Hopefully no one paid attention and wouldn’t question her on it. Cover story, cover story, think of your cover story. Oh who was she kidding, Marinette couldn’t lie to save her life!
She calmed down before entering the classroom. The desks were the standard science class tables and you were supposed to sit with a partner much like Ms. Mendeleive’s class back in Paris. Most students already knew others from previous grades so it would be easier for her to stay out of peoples ways for now. Her mind drifted back to Paris as she claimed an empty seat. They would have already started school last week. Could they be struggling on the information? Hawkmoth interrupted a lot of school days with his akuma’s. Then again, it was only Ms. Bustier’s class that ever ran off then followed the school's protocols. Alya who would risk anything for the scoop. Lila or Cholé would run because they would be the main targets. Her and Adrien would have run to transform and defeat them.
Marinette knew the Kwami magic protected their identity but she still kicked herself for not recognizing it until Adrien detransformed in front of her. He was very upset that she took his ring without giving him her identity. Adrien eventually understood that as Grand Guardian it would be a liability.
The bell ringing drew her back to reality as she turned back to what the teacher was saying.
“ Good morning, everyone! I’m Ms. Jones and I’ll be your Pre-AP Biology teacher this year. I’ll call roll while you guys get out your science journals! Be sure to say ‘here’ when I say your name.”, she explained.
Marinette pulled her black bag onto her lap and smiled as she took out the 3-subject spiral. The Kwami’s had encouraged her to make a bag to carry the box back in Paris. It was a simple backpack but had the symbol for each Kwami. Tikki explained the symbols were forms of blessings. Like how Master Fu’s box actually represented prosperity in Chinese culture. Each Kwami symbol gave her blessings, like good luck and protection with Tikki and Wayzz. It even had a false bottom where the condensed version of her Ladybug egg fit. Neither she nor the kwami’s wanted to leave it at the apartment all day. So she sewed some extra material to cover it and put all her school supplies on top. Setting it back down under her desk, she flipped to the first page of her journal. She said here when her name was called and tuned out until Ms. Jones started speaking again.
“Now that I have taken attendance, feel free to talk to your neighbor while I hand out this year's syllabus! These will be your seats until the end of the six-weeks.”, the teacher announced. This would have been fine for Marinette if it wasn’t for who decided to sit next to her. She turned in her seat to meet the boy from the hallway.
“Je m'appelle Damian. Ravi de vous rencontrer.”, he said. In French.
“I can speak English. My name is Marinette, again sorry for running into you! There were just so many people, some weren’t even moving and I wasn’t paying attention and I am rambling. Sorry.”, she muttered with a shy smile at the end.
“It’s quite alright. May I ask what caused the language change? Usually I make the mistake when I am passionate about something. Though, I don’t think you are passionate about apologizing.”, Damian asked.
This could go two ways. She could admit she was terrified of him or play it cool and stick to her backstory?
The latter of the two for sure!
“This is my first time in Amer- real school! I have been homeschooled until now. I got nervous about what I was supposed to say, overthinked, and reverted to my first language.”, Marinette explained.
He let out a hum as the teacher put the syllabus on their desk with information on the class, tutorials, and how to contact her. They were told to glue or tape it onto the first page.
“So, your language trigger is the feeling of being overwhelmed. How many do you know?”, he asked.
“I guess you could say that. For sure French, English, and Mandarin. I learned the basics of Japanese and Vietnamese for old acquaintances. Oh, and Italian because of my grandmother!”, she exclaimed. The Guardian language couldn’t be mentioned but that made seven.
That’s what they did in their free time. The two talked about everything they knew and had learned. Turns out they both were ahead than normal students, but Marinette knew she was anything but normal. They actually had five of the seven classes together. Neither he or she knew sign-language so that was deemed a fun class to Marinette. American school was not as bad as Marinette had thought it would be as she walked to work.
She tied her apron on before starting her task of meeting each plant's needs. The Daisies were already complaining about how thirsty they were and begged to be water.
“Ah, Hello Mari-gold! Wasn’t today your first day of school?”, Ivy questioned.
Marinette grabbed the water mister, “Yup!”
‘Well, how was it? Harley and Selina would want to know.”, she continued.
“Hmm. It was great! The clubs will be opening in two weeks so I plan to join an art one. Do we have more plant food in the back?”, Marinette said.
“Yes, just behind flower pots. I’m glad you enjoyed it.”, answered Ivy.
“I think I’ll have to start packing lunch, however. I know it’s an academy but the cafeteria food is still terrible.”, she joked.
“Yeah, I think it’s just a school thing. Oh, that reminds me, Harley wants to bake more of those cookies with you. I quote, ‘I would totally adopt her if we had more room at our place just for cookies.’ She has a serious love of chocolate chips!”, sighed out Ivy.
“While the thought is nice, I have to decline the adoption. How does Friday sound?”, Marinette laughed.
“Perfect!”
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