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It’s November 1st, which means….Mariah Carey is thawing as we speak. brace yourselves, your retail store playlists are not safe

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You had a Friend in Me

           I’M BACK!! Oh god its been two weeks since I posted a story. I missed you guys like crazy. Hopefully you like my newest piece. I went a… Unique direction. Enjoy!

 She didn’t stumble, fall, and break like they expected her to. There was no big meltdown or confrontation. No apologies. Or promises to do better. No, when nearly everyone in class made it clear they weren’t friends with Marinette anymore; nothing happened. They had accused her of being mean to Lila and a bully as the reasons they couldn’t be friends anymore and had expected the girl to defend herself at the very least.

           Marinette just shrugged, and that was it.

           Even when they asked her to resign from being class president, she easily stood up and said she quit.

           Most of the class, Alya, in particular wanted to be angry at her lack of reaction; shout and scream at the bluenette for seeming not to care about the severance of their friendships. But how could they?

           They knew it was their choice. They were mature enough to know that everyone reacted differently to things. And yelling at Marinette for not being emotional enough at the fact that they weren’t friends anymore just showed their own immaturity. And that would be like telling Marinette she won; and that wasn’t worth it.

           Besides, It was only September, they were sure Marinette would come crawling back to them soon.

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           Marinette never did.

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           On the outside, it didn’t look like much had changed with the class. While the class weren’t friends with Marinette, they still chose to be cordial. They still did assigned group projects with. Everyone doing their part. However, no one went out of their way to speak with the Bluenette. And she did the same and seemed content.

           Despite appearances, things had definitely changed in class. And it didn’t take long for everyone to realize it.

           The first was Alix’s birthday. Everyone had been so excited. Birthdays were always the best for Bustier’s class. The entire classroom would be decorated. There would be cake and balloons; a wonderful and thoughtful perfectly wrapped present.

           However, when the kids arrived that morning, it was too the same ordinary classroom as the day before.

           It was disappointing to say the least. The kids scrambled to try to throw something, anything together before Alix arrived. However, it was too late. Alix arrived not long after them, and seeing the smile fall from her face broke their hearts.

           No one knew what to say. Or how to explain why nothing was decorated. Why there was no cake and or gift. They sat awkwardly at their desks.

           It was only after Marinette arrived, just a few minutes before the bell rang, that they all got their answer.

           Marinette. Marinette had been the class president. The class president was responsible for any class birthday, trip, or fundraiser. She had always gone above and beyond. Unlike, Chloe, the previous class president, who only ever put in their bare minimum (and she made Sabrina do that); a cupcake, a balloon tied to their desk, and a card signed by the entire class.

           Marinette had been their friend so she always made sure to do her very best to celebrate. But she wasn’t class president anymore. And she wasn’t their friend. She wasn’t obligated to do anything.

           So she didn’t.

           And while the class had been meaning to, they never got around to electing a new class president to replace the one their forced out of office.

           It burned a little.

           Particularly, when the class realized they were hard pressed to find volunteer to assume the role. No one had that much time on their hands. No one wanted to be responsible for anything going wrong. Or not living up to expectations.

           Friend or not, they could admit Marinette was a hard act to follow.

           Unfortunately, to prevent Chloe from taking the job again, Alya was forced to step up.

           It didn’t take long to realize that planning for fundraisers and dances and parties was equivalent to the work of seven people. She didn’t know how Marinette handled it so well.

           School trips, once amazing and carefully planned to the last detail, now were boring and hastily put together; the best one was a trip to the museum, mostly because they got to have ice cream after.

           Fresh baked sweets on big tests days were gone too. It had become a tradition that on days of major, study hard and cram for weeks prior, tests that treats were brought in the morning. It lightened the tension of the day, and just made everyone feel better.

           The morning of a huge math test that had caused a few kids to hyperventilate the day before and of; delicious goods were nowhere to be found.

           When the bell rang, Kim had quickly asked Bustier where the food was.

           To which the teacher replied, “Marinette always asked me if she could bring them in for her friends.”

           And that was all they needed to know.

           It sucked but it was something they could live without.

           Favors were the next thing they realized were gone.

           Before whenever they needed something; they would automatically go to Marinette for help. A babysitter, sweets, costumes, dresses, set design.

           Alya and Nino found themselves spending their date nights watching their young siblings together. Most of their friends refused to babysit. And the few that were willing were far too busy.

           Mylene found that the school play’s custom designed costumes were a thing of the past. So were the artfully decorated set designs.

           Alix had to make her own banners. So did Kim.

           Rose couldn’t just run to Marinette when she need a new fabulous dress. Marinette had always made it clear that she was willing to help out a friend whenever they asked her about costs.

           Then the favors they never realized they even got were gone.

           Discounts at the bakery were only for friends and family. Unfortunately that also meant the discount for their families were gone as well.

           Ladybug suddenly stopped giving Alya interviews. And when Alya asked why, the hero said she only did it because the reporter was Marinette’s friend. It hurt the Ladyblog badly.

           Someone coming to defend them whenever Chloe threw a tantrum and managing to calm the blond down. Even Alya found she wasn’t as much of match as thought, when the spoiled rotten girl was on rampage.

           This effect class morale dramatically. And it wasn’t before long that the class shifted to what it was like before Alya or Adrien came to school, with Chloe trying to declare dominance every other second. But this time, the other students were cowed like they used to be. No, they had seen Marinette standing up for herself and them for years. If she could do it, so could they. Sadly, they weren’t enough. With just the right amount of effort, Chloe could intimidate anyone.

           Adrien who was soon confused about why the friend safe haven had suddenly turned hostile

           Marinette just shook her head. Chloe asked (ordered) Marinette to come to her penthouse one October morning. The blonde had realized the dynamic in class had changed dramatically and wanted to seize the opportunity with an iron first; and she knew she couldn’t do that if Dupain-Cheng was still her number one enemy.

Chloe proceeded to lay down an offer of truce. Chloe and Marinette would leave each other alone, would stay out of each other’s way, and didn’t interfere with anything the other did unless it was school related so they absolutely had to. There would be no threats, stealing, lies, or intimidation from Chloe towards Marinette. In return, Marinette would let Chloe do her thing without trying to defend or save anyone.

As long as both did that, there would be peace.

Marinette agreed.

Thus Chloe’s reign for her symbolic iron throne began. The queen bee had no illusions of who was who. Marinette was a Stark. Chloe: a Lannister.  But Chloe was a smart lion. She had no problems letting the North be independent away from the rest of the kingdom. Chloe’s kingdom.

And much like show, there was no win or lose. When you play the game of thrones, you win or you die. There is no middle ground. And Chloe would win.

Lila was the first to feel to the effects. Chloe refused to have competition for Queen Bee. And the Italian girl became took Marinette’s place as her new number one target.

Lila soon learned that dealing with Marinette was one thing, dealing with Chloe was a whole different animal.  While Marinette fought for peace, Chloe was more than willing to rage war. And unlike Marinette, Chloe didn’t care what anyone thought about her. Lila could scream to the world about how much of a bully Chloe was but what did it matter. Everyone in class knew that already.

She couldn’t threaten Chloe like she did Marinette. In fact, the Chloe regularly threatened her. In front of the other students, and Bustier.

She couldn’t try to get Chloe expelled as Damocles was quick to bend to the blonde’s will.

Chloe regularly “Accidently” tripped Lila, ruined her homework, stole any projects she had, destroyed her phone one time, verbally ripped her to shreds in front of everyone and even worse in private. Chloe would play mean and outright nasty pranks that would leave Lila in tears. More than a few sets of clothes were destroyed. To make everything worse, the blond brat routinely made her look like a fool in front of Adrien. She even got her mother to mock the Agreste brand about their use of a lackluster model to the point where Gabriel fired her.

Nearly everything Lila had accused Marinette of doing, she found herself actually having to face from Chloe. Who would’ve thought the bluenette was doing her a favor by being all moral and self-righteous that it would draw the attention of the evil that was Chloe Bourgeois.

The truce happened one grey October Morning, Chloe officially ruled the class again by November. Lila was seriously considering changing schools.

No one had the time to fawn over her. And she certainly didn’t have time to amaze anyone with her stories. No she was too busy fending off Chloe’s attacks. And wondering why the brat kept referring to her as a Tyrell. Or Alya and Nino as Karstarks. And the rest of the class as Freys’.

One by one, each student realized they had lost something else. Something they actually really missed.

When the class picture was taken, Juleka had been just late and no one realized it. Rose had comforted her again. But no one was able to get the photographer to take another picture. At the end of the day, Juleka still felt really bad about it and had to fight the urge to call Marinette that night. Marinette was always willing to just listen no matter the time.

And it wasn’t long where the other students found themselves in similar situations that all ended with them really wanting to talk to Marinette.

Alya after a fight with her sister.

Rose after Prince Ali wrote to her that he would be ending communication.

Nino after a gig went terribly.

Kim after he lost one of his games.

Alix after she broke her watch…. Again.

Mylene after a fight with Ivan.

Ivan after he failed a math test.

Nathaniel after Marc decided to end their partnership.

Sure, they went to their other friends for comfort. But Marinette was different. When one of them went to any of the other students with a problem; it felt just like that. Them complaining about their problems and the others doing their best to cheer them up and offer solutions. At the end, they still felt like they were on their own; like it was still just their problem. With Marinette…

She always made them feel like they were on the same team. She cared like they were her problems too. And wasn’t going to stop until they were fixed. Marinette was someone they could just talk to without judgement or getting harsh opinions; no criticism. With her, they never felt like they were being judged; even when pointed out that it might, in fact, be their own fault.

They missed Marinette when they afraid or nervous. She’d always manage to calm them down, assure them, be their biggest supporter if need be. And her just being them made them feel better; like they stood more of a chance. She take their mind of things, get them to relax, smile, and by the time whatever it was that made them so terrified came up, they had already completely forgotten why they were anxious.

The strangest part was they even missed her when things were happy as well.

           When anything good happened, one of their first instincts was to call Marinette; scream their excitement. And listen to Marinette scream back just as happy as they were, despite that she was in no way affected.

           No; on the outside the class hadn’t changed much. Everyone still did their own thing. Homework was done. Tests were dealt with. Sure class trips weren’t as wonderful as they used to be. Birthdays only with store bought cupcakes and maybe some balloons. Everyone who started out as friends were still friends by the end of the years. It was just like anyone other class in the world.

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           Except they were never like all other classes. They had always felt like they were special. Most kids hadn’t looked forward to school day but the students of Bustier’s class had. There had always been something new and wonderful to talk about; some adventure to go on. Now there was nothing. There was still life in the classroom; still laughter and fun. But it was like something took the spark that made it come alive.

           And it was hard to pretend otherwise.

           And they couldn’t really figure out why.

           One or Two (Rose and Nino) could admit, whenever they found themselves alone with their thoughts in class and looked around, that were was a hollowness to the classroom that had never existed before. It didn’t make sense. Everyone (minus Chloe) was still friendly with one another. They all still cared about each other. They were all still really good friends. Good but not as good as they used to be.

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           They’d never be as good as they used to be again.

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           The class for their end of year party had gone to the pool. They all had a blast. On their way home, they walked by the park and heard music and laughter. It didn’t take long to realize that there was a party happening.

“Happy Birthday, Marinette!” Caught their attention.

           From where they stood, just outside the party, the students and ex friends of Marinette could make out other students from different classes from their school.

           Aurore the creator of the new blog BugOut. There was Marc, Claude, Mireille, Ondine, Bridgette, the Ice King that was Felix Culpa, and a bunch of other students they never knew Marinette was friends with. Even Luka was there.

“I didn’t know it was Marinette’s birthday,” Adrien frowned.

           So did Alya. Mostly because it was her job to remember as class president. Partly because it was the first time she ever forgot her former (best) friend’s birthday. “It wasn’t on the list,” She gave a weak excuse.

“It looks like fun,” Juleka whispered.

           And it did. There was a live band, a feast of food, people laughing and dancing; it all looked so… Alive.

           Alix stuffed her hands in her pockets. Her throat clenched at the sight of the laughing bluenette who didn’t look like she had a care in the world. “Who knew Marinette had so many friends?”

           Nino glanced down, “She looks happy.”

           And Marinette did.

           She looked like the happiest girl in the world.

           But she always did.

           Even after they ended their friendships with her.

           It didn’t seem to both the bluenette. She kept being her positive and cheerful self, except they couldn’t bask in her sunlight anymore.

           They watched when Luka got on their makeshift stage with his guitar, “Marinette you are the most special person I’ve ever met. You’re kind, sweet, and way too thoughtful for your own good. Which is why we all wanted you to know…” he started playing his guitar. A familiar tune filled the air, all the party goers starts to sings.

“You’ve got a friend in me

You’ve got a friend in me

When the road looks rough ahead

And you’re miles and miles

From your nice warm bed

You just remember what your old pal said

Boy, you’ve got a friend in me

Yeah, you’ve got a friend in me”

           The song left a bad taste of Irony on their tongues.

           They thought they had left Marinette behind, somehow it had ended up being the opposite.

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           They felt like forgotten toys.

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One by One

I absolutely fell in love with @unmaskedagain‘s HBIC Marinette AU, and I thought maybe I should try to write something. Enjoy!

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As soon as the words “We’re not friends anymore,“ were uttered, the entire courtyard went silent.

Marinette raised an eyebrow. “What?“

Chloé winced. She could tell Marinette was giving the reporter every chance to take back what she had said, but alas, the death wish had been cast. “I said we’re not friends anymore, Marinette!”

Marinette made a tutting noise and looked back at her lunch. “You’re sure you want this?”

“Why wouldn’t I? You actually hurt someone, Marinette! You hurt my friend.“ Alya spat, her voice getting softer and softer towards the end.

“Then I’m sorry, guys,“ Marinette said, her voice emotionless. “but you deserve what comes your way.“ And with that, she stood up and walked away, leaving the dumbfounded group to scramble for the meaning in her last few words.

“What does she mean what comes our way?“ Alix asked to nobody in particular.

“How am I supposed to know? I wasn’t even there!“

Chloé, still watching from afar, shook her head sadly. Under all the pink polka dots and flowers, there was a stone-cold killer.

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When Marinette just stood up and walked away, Alya was immediately confused. This wasn’t part of the plan!

They had expected Marinette to do something along the lines of beg for their forgiveness, or shower them in gifts to regain their favor! Not–whatever that was!

But as soon as they were about to go after her, the bell rang, so they walked back to class, muttering among themselves. But whenever Alya looked at the faces of the other students, all she saw was pity and loathing, with the occasional furtive glances.

And for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why!

When they got back to the classroom, they decided to ask the one person who seemed to know–well–anything about their situation. And whyle they weren’t exactly happy with who it was, they had to talk to Chloé.

“You can’t be serious,“ Chloé said. “You’re that dense?“

“Hey, if all you’re going to do is mock us, we’ll leave.“ Alya threatened.

Chloé rolled her eyes. “Fine. The reason everyone hates you now is because you have literal targets on your back. Happy?”

“What?“ Max spluttered. “That makes no sense! Logically, we haven’t d–“

“Can it, robo-nerd. You know how in cheerleader movies, there re always the queens of the school?“

There was a murmuring of aggreement.

“Yeah, well, it’s not just in the movies, hon. Marinette’s been the head bitch in charge since sixth grade, and I guess she took pity on you and decided to be nice. She did a great job, too,“ Chloé added as an afterthought.

“But Marinette’s just…Marinette! She’s not like that!” Alya protested.

“You wanna know why I don’t like Dupain-Cheng? Because I’ve had to compete with her for the top spot for four years. And she’s won every single time.“ She turned on the group with a vicious smirk on her face. “But you…you’ve got it in for yourselves.“

Chloé flipped her hair and walked out, as it was evident no teacher would be showing up.

Alya and the rest were confused. On one hand…Marinette. On the other hand, Marinette. What were they to do?

Apologize? Nah.

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Marinette walked into the empty classroom with a cold expression on her face.

“Dupain-Cheng,“ she heard distinctly, from somewhere inside the dusty area. She flipped on the lights.

“Quit it, Chlo. You don’t have to pretend to hate me anymore.“ Chloé heaved a sign and flopped onto one of the tables.

“Good. It was exhausting pretending I was such a tyrant! Have any food to help me regain my energy?“

Marinette rolled her eyes and tossed a plastic baggie of macarons in Chloé’s direction. They hit her face and she gasped dramatically. “How could this have happened to someone as majestic as I?”

“So can I have the cookies back?“

“Not a chance.“ Chloé stuck out her tongue and started munching on the treats, shrugging when Marinette glared at her playfully. “What? You gave them to me.“

Marinette sighed and laid out a map of the school.

“Here’s the plan. First, we wait for them to think what you said was just a joke.“ She moved a group of variously colored pom-poms across the map, onto where Bustier’s class was.

“And since we transferred to a different class, they’ll have a false sense of security,“ Chloé finished, catching on. “And once they think they’re in the clear, we pick them off one by one.“

“Exactly!“ Marinette beamed. “Since we’re saving Lie-la for last, let’s start with the second-worst offender.“

“Adrien.“ they said simultaneously.

Marinette pulled a white pom-pom out of the group and placed it next to a pink one and a yellow one. “I’m thinking something involving Chat.”

“Maybe ‘Ladybug’ makes a public declaration of love for Marinette Dupain-Cheng?“ Chloé suggested, wiggling her eyebrows.

“No way, Chloé!“

Chloé made a humph noise and rested her head on the desk. “Then I got nothin’.”

“No, I was thinking something along the lines of a ‘hey, Chat, do you have that one person that you’ll hate forever and ever? Mine’s Adrien Agreste’ type of scenario.“

Chloé bolted up. “That just might work!”

Marinette pulled out a fluffy black pom-pom and a glittery gold one. “And you’re going to be there to witness it.”

[moonlightkitkat]

“Are you going to yell at me, too? I deserve it.” Félix/Marinette + Lila (Btw Congrats on getting past 100 followers)

Aw thank you so much! I’m so sorry that this took so long to finish! I wanted it to be perfect and i ended up writing a Sick Marinette+ First meeting Felix+ your prompt lol. I hope you enjoy it!

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[lenacraft]

Felix convincing Marinette to stop doing favors for her friends and step down from class rep to make her friends realize how much they need her. Felix stopping Marinette from helping, reminding her they need her more than she needs them.

Note: This is not in the same universe as my Miraculous: Tales of the New Order Fic.

               They were two weeks in to their spring semester and she had been re-elected as class representative. Her parents even baked her her favorite cake. There was just one teensy-weensy tiny problem. She didn’t want to be class rep anymore; she didn’t even run. Lila had told Alya that there was no way either of them could be class rep with their busy lives and Marinette had been doing such a great job already and, this one Marinette had overheard “Honestly, I think it will give her a sense of importance, so maybe she’ll ease up on her jealousy of me.” And that was just the magic word that made Alya agree, reminding the rest of the class why they voted for Marinette in the first place. It didn’t help that Bustier was easily swayed and already upset with her for not being the “model-student” ever since the liars return.

               “Just quit,” Felix told her.

               Raising her head from throw pillow she’d been groaning into, she looked at him like he’d suddenly grown an extra head. “Pardon?”

               “Quit, it’s clearly stressful for you and you no longer have the same passion for your friends that had originally compelled you to run in the first place, so quit. If not for common sense’ sake, then for your mental health. If Bustier tries to give you shit for it, I can pull a few strings.” He smirked devilishly; one hundred percent serious.

               “But…” she looked around, gesturing feebly, “they need me.”

               “Exactly, they need you.” He pointed his bow at her, readying for his 5:30 violin practice.

               Hugging her knees, she frowned. “Is that really okay? Can I just do that?”

               “Any good therapist would tell you yes. Besides, they’re perfectly capable college students, it’s not like their the city of Paris.”

               She pursed her lips, glowering at him. He didn’t try to hide his grin.

               Her shoulders slumped as he began playing the violin version of Jagged’s dedication to Ladybug, they’d composed it together as a special favor for his favorite (and only) niece.

               Marinette wasn’t cruel, a little petty, yes, who wasn’t? But cruel, no. She’d given a week’s notice to the necessary parties, namely, the other class representatives and Bustier. The young teacher thought she was kidding, pointing out that it was too early for an April fools’ joke. She’d held her tongue and left the room. She spent the week organizing a folder of all of the actual class representative duties and another folder of the duties Bustier said were hers’ but was really just the work she didn’t want to do, she’d triple checked with every class rep, including Chloé and Sabrina which had sent the blonde away fuming. Marinette still hadn’t found out what became of that. She’d gotten a doctor’s note and the word of the school counselor, because though she would love one, she didn’t actually have a therapist. She’d have to talk to her parents about that later.

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               On Friday, she made her announcement.

               “What,” cried Alix.

               “You can’t just do that,” snapped Alya. “We all voted for you.”

               “Marinette, can I speak to you outside for a moment, right now,” said Bustier.

               She regarded them with an icy gaze. “No. I will also no longer be doing free commissions.”

               “Why not? What happened to us being friends?”

               “I’m sure there’s a way you can still help everyone, right Marinette,” he said, looking at her with that, what did Felix call it, pathetic pleading smile. He was quite the centrist. She shook her head.

               Rose raised her hand, shaking it frantically, “Does this mean you won’t be helping Kitty Section anymore?”

               “Up for negotiation,” she said, eyes on Lila. The Italian gave her an evil smirk and then burst into tears.

               “Is this because of me? Did I put too much pressure on you?”

               Alya rested a comforting had on her shoulder as the other reached out and insisted that no, it wasn’t her fault. “Come on girl, you know Marinette’s just being petty and after we went out of our way to help her.”

               “Yeah Marinette, what’s your deal,” said Kim, glaring at her.

               Similar cries came from the rest of her bolder classmates.

               She knew who her supporters were there though. “Moving forward, that’s all I came to say. Here,” she handed Bustier her doctor’s note and left, a chorus of dissent behind her.

                 Dropping onto her chaise she sighed, it was as though the earth had been lifted from her shoulders.

               “Wow, Marinette, you were really brave in there,” said Tikki, resting on her head.

               “Thanks. It’s a lot easier when you pretend to be wearing a mask.” Her phone buzzed in her pocket. “Hey Felix.” Tikki waved even though she wasn’t captured on camera.

               “You’re in your room, that’s either a good sign or the worst possible outcome.”

               She laughed, “You’re terrible. I just got back, I made my announcement, I even told my parents. Well, I told them last night during dinner, that way Bustier can’t turn it around on me. Now we’ll just have to see how Monday goes.”

               “Yeah. Wish I could be there. Call me if you need anything?”

               “Of course. Still on for tonight?”

               “Absolutely. See you in a few hours.”

                 Around lunch time she’d gotten several visits, few she’d allowed up. She’d explained to her parents that she was losing friends fast in class and left a list of people she was still on close terms with.

               “Alya’s been fuming all morning about it. It’s getting kind of tiring but, you did what you had to do,” said Nino. “I’m sorry things had to get this bad though. Anything I can do to help?”

               She bit her lip, looking to where Tikki was hiding, the kwami shrugged. “Well, you could tell Adrien not to bother me.”

               “But I thought—no, never mind. I’ll do my best.”

               “Thanks.”

               Then it was Rose and Juleka.

               “We’ve already called Luka, did he tell you he was threatening to quit,” said Rose, teary-eyed.

               “We can figure something out,” mumbled Juleka. “Sorry for, you know.”

               “Okay. Let me know what you come up with. You’ve got the whole weekend.”

               “What do you mean?”

               “I’m spending the weekend in London.”

               “You too,” asked Juleka, surprised.

               She nodded, refusing to elaborate any further. Juleka could figure it out.

               “Well,” said Nathaniel, “I tried my best, Alix doesn’t really get it though. Marc sends his regards.” Marc was out sick; he’d caught a nasty bug during the break overseas. He hadn’t even come back yet. “It will at least be pretty fun to see who ends up representative next.”

               “Let the game of thrones begin,” she offered, having no frame of reference for the joke, other than the basic understanding that it was a war book.

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                 She’d spent the weekend in London with Luka and Felix, Jagged had a concert there and he’d given them backstage passes. Clara was there because her show was happening on Sunday, obviously they she had to give them passes for that. Marinette wished she could have brought Kagami, though the fencer admitted she listened to neither musician, she’d never been to a concert before. Tomoe wasn’t that ready to loosen the leash.

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               Stepping off the train, she’d found her inbox flooded with messages from her classmates asking for last minute favors. She deleted them.

               “Remember, it’s not being mean, it’s just taking care of your mental health,” said Luka, sensing the regretful shift in her melody.

               “Yeah, I know.”

               He shared a look with Felix over her head and she didn’t quite care what it meant. She was just reminding herself of that old proverb, “You can’t feed others from an empty bowl.”

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               “Well, until we vote in a new class rep, Alya?”

               “I’m way too busy, Mme. And Lila can’t do it either, all her charities, not to mention her injuries.”

               “I really wish I could be of more help,” she said, sniffling.

               “It’s not your fault Marinette’s being petty and lazy,” said Alix, shooting a glare to the back where she sat with Nathaniel.

               “Of course. Marinette, are you sure you don’t want to stay on until there’s a proper replacement, even training someone, Rose, perhaps?” She wore that bright, welcoming smile that had gotten her the love of all her students these past years, made them ignore every ill-advised and downright incompetent method she’d used on them. Or well, Marinette wanted to believe it was incompetency, but wasn’t that worse?

               She looked at Rose, giving a subtle shake of her head.

               “I-I wouldn’t be able to Mme. Kitty Section is really taking off right now and my parents still need my help with the shop and my little brother.”

               They’d rehearsed it over FaceTime so she wouldn’t bulk under the pressure.

               “Um, well…Chloé, would you like to reclaim your old position?”

               “No,” snapped the blonde, arms crossed. Bustier had no idea why she was glaring at her.

               “Okay then. Marinette are you sure—”

               “Positive.”

               So, Bustier’s class had no representative, which left them out of a lot and got Bustier further scrutiny from the other teachers. Marinette couldn’t have quit at a better time because fundraising for the Spring Fling Dance as well as the Winter and Spring holiday ski trips were beginning and the other classes needed to know if they’d be chipping in. Bustier’s class had still been able to attend the Valentine’s dance, those funds had been contributed before the Christmas holiday, but no one got any dresses or suit adjustments from Marinette. It didn’t help matters much that Lila had spent January lying about how she knew this designer in Italy who could absolutely make everyone a nice outfit for the dance.

               “She’s the very best, better than Audrey Bourgeois. I get all my clothes from her. Do you want anything Adrien?”

               “No thank you, Father won’t allow for me to wear another designer’s clothes.”

               “But aren’t there exceptions?”

               “One. And this isn’t it.”

               “What a shame. I can get the rest of you outfits for free of course, even you Marinette.” She gave her a saccharine smile.

               Alya, Alix, Kim, and even Ivan glared up at her. Daring her to do something, anything to persecute her for.

               “No thank you,” she said. Calm and terse, just like Penny taught her.

               Two weeks before the dance, when everyone who had listened to Lila started wondering where their orders were.

               “I’m so sorry you guys, there was a terrible robbery and Charlene, the designer, was badly hurt in the process. I’m afraid your outfits were taken.”

               They understood, of course. Such things happened; it was no one’s fault. Marinette received a flood of calls, texts, emails, and even callouts on the school blog, demanding, then begging, and then finally berating her for not helping her friends in their time of need.

               “Oh, Marinette,” said Aurore visiting the bakery, she and Jean Duparc were the admins for the blog. “We’re her for you, in fact, I’ve already taken those horrible comments down and Jean is in the process of banning them. I’m sure there will be an open spot with another teach soon, that way you can finally leave the akuma class.”

               She gave her a half smile, boxing her brioche. “Thanks Aurore. That really means a lot.”

               She showed up the Valentine’s dance Friday evening, Felix on her arm keeping his well-bred, upper class, model composure, a carefully layered façade he’d built over the years that she was going to enjoy watching peel away that night because he could get away with having zero filter there, and looked around at her classmates. Rose and Juleka wore dresses they’d ordered from her website three months before this all went down, because Rose’s birthday was Valentine’s day. Alya wore an old dress Marinette had seen in her closet before that the blogger had sworn up and down that she hated, only keeping it because it was a present. Alix was in a suit, which, good for her. Mylene and Ivan weren’t there, they couldn’t get outfits together in time. The other guys were in rental tuxes and Lila, Lila wore a Gabriel original, perks of her modeling job. A perk, Felix loudly pointed out, she could have easily extended to her friends seeing as she was Gabriel’s “muse.”

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               He’d excused himself to go further instigate drama, not the most challenging of tasks, with Lila. She didn’t recognize him right away; she just knew he was here with Marinette and that was enough to set her lackeys onto him. Pity Ivan wasn’t there, at first glance he was intimidating enough and then she wouldn’t have had to deal with this new blonde brat who refused to listen to her claims of Marinette’s past bullying and current attitude.

               “Oh, I’m sorry, wasn’t that bullying just things you made up due to your lying disease?”

               “Hey, don’t be a jerk,” Kim said, springing to Lila’s defense.

               Marinette poured herself some punch.

               “I like your date,” said Mireille. “He’s a model, isn’t he?”

               She nodded, “In London.”

               “Marinette, can I talk to you for a second,” said an all too familiar voice that if she wasn’t careful, could still make her stomach flip and her heart flutter. And she hated that, for more than the unnecessary guilt. “In private.”

               She shared a look with Mireille.

               “I’m going to check on Theo. Come see us when you’re done?”

               She nodded, taking a sip that she swished around for a solid minute while analyzing Agreste.

               “Couldn’t you have just been nice to them? And now your date is antagonizing her, don’t you think someone will get akumatized with someone like him hanging around?”

               Now that took her by surprise. She arched a brow. “Someone like him?”

               He hesitated, glancing at Felix. “It’s just that, I’ve worked with him before. He’s not the nicest of people. It’s that why you’ve been acting like this lately, because of him?”

               “Like what? The opposite of a pushover?”

               “No,” he said harshly. “The opposite of our everyday Ladybug.”

               She glowered at him. For Kwami’s sake, she’d been trying to separate Adrien from Chat but the longer she looked, the more they just bled together. “You know what Adrien; I can’t have this conversation anymore. If you really care so much about Lila’s feelings and keeping this façade of peace, then you be class rep, you be their pretty, thoughtful, and talented friend who can always lend a hand no matter the massive inconvenience.”

               “You know I can’t do that.”

               “Then understand that I can’t either. I’ve already said no, I know it’s hard for you to understand, but you really should try. No one likes a bad listener.”

               She turned on her kitten heels and headed for the girls’ locker room where Tikki and Plagg who had been hiding in her purse, came out to comfort her.

               “Hey, don’t worry kid, you’re doing great. I wasn’t actually expecting him to come though.”

               “Me neither,” she said softly.

               “We can leave early, before that Cheshire of yours really does cause an akuma,” Tikki suggested.

               The kwami had wanted to dress up tonight too, so Plagg had a tiny bowtie and Tikki wore a ribbon as a shawl.

               “All the more reason to stay and keep an eye out. We can catch it before it has time to ruin the dance. Besides, I helped plan this, I want to enjoy it. It’s the last one.”

               They nodded, ducking back into her purse when the door opened.

               “Marinette, your boyfriend’s fighting Kim,” called Mireille.

               “Kim’s losing,” called Aurore. “Do you think I could put this on the blog, highlights section?”

               She laughed, meeting them in the doorway, “That would defeat the point of him coming here in secret. But I would love a copy of the videos.”

               “You got it.”

               “Should someone break them up?”

               “They are no longer my responsibility.”

               Although, it would be great if Felix could keep his suit from getting ripped, they were supposed to debut it that weekend.

[zaheela]

Was getting frustrated with my actual project, so I let my muses off the leash and I kinda regret it.

A little background on wtf is going on in this AU, other then chaos and bad art. I went with the idea that Felix is interested in following what he assumes to be his uncle’s path (not the villainy, the fashion) and prefers to design in mens fashion. On the model side, he’s done it, and it doesn’t really appeal to him; it’s a family obligation at this point.

Marinette would obviously catch his attention, being closer in age, and seeming to prefer womens fashion. This would obviously mean she is a great compliment to his style; just imagine the waves they would make as partners in the future (it helps he does find her very cute looks wise). He finds her sass endearing, her opinions rational, and it is very fun to tease her, though he could live without her obvious crush on his cousin, it makes her look stupid.

On the case of Lila, he doesn’t like her, because she tried to suck up to him, and he can smell the shallowness and objectifying from a mile away. …his opinion if her it just got worse from there

In another part of paris, Alya feels both her ship being shot at and irked she missed a great chance for goodnatured blackmail and Kagami nearly killed someone because for some reason she is annoyed at the Agreste clan?

[aliensunflower-fics]

Marinette Changes Schools: A funny little Lila salt prompt

So, there are a lot of ‘Marinette changes schools’ au’s and I love a whole bunch of them don’t get me wrong. BUT the one thing I haven’t seen yet is Marinette changing schools not because of Lila or salt but simply because her parents are moving and they want her to attend a school close to home. So without further ado let me sell you on my little idea: 

Lila has been plotting weeks worth of plans and lies, she’s thought up some sob stories about being stalked, about near death experiences, about celebrities that are like her family. She has plans for Marinette all the ways she could make the girl look bad and all the ways she could force Adrien to see her. That all goes out the window one day when she gets to school and it’s a sob fest. There is a clear air of dread and dismay, the blue skies she saw on the way to school replaced with heavy storm clouds. And when she gets to class it’s worse. Marinette and Alya are hugging and crying, Adrien looks like he’s been shot, Nino and Kim are demanding to know ‘why’ even Chloe looks upset, her blue eyes a little glassy. Lila quickly learns why, Marinette’s parents’ business is doing GREAT so great in fact that they have decided to open a second location! The twist? They also decided to move INTO the new location and with it being on the other side of Paris and her parents fears for their daughters safety that means Marinette is moving to a new school!

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[enaica]

I was suppose to post this tomorrow but I can’t wait :O

so I was thinking about what if their personalities are the opposite of themeselves?

What if Marinette was more of a serious person and perfect at everything?? she’ll never made a mistake and have always been mature?

while adrien is the shy, nervous and clumsy type of person??:)))))

[booksrbetterthanpeople]

Rise of Mariquita and Shvartse Kats

“MARINETTE!”

“NO!”

“DON’T LISTEN TO HIM!”

“STAY AWAY FROM HER! SHE’LL HURT US!”

‘Shut up, Lila.’

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[merry-madness]

Karma oneshot

@imthepunchlord because they asked.

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It had not been a good week for Marinette. Ever since Lila had come back and began to spread her lies, Mari had become more and more isolated from her class. Sure, she had Felix to talk to outside of school but the constant glares and whispering were starting to get to her. She didn’t know how much longer she could sit back and ignore Lila’s lies despite what she’d promised Adrien. They were starting to affect people, case in point being how Marinette had gotten a call from Manon in tears; apparently she had met Lila and fallen victim to her honeyed lies. Lila promised Mrs. Chamack to be Manon’s new babysitter and take her to a show opening, only for Manon to be left waiting for an hour at school, ending with her calling Marinette crying after no one picked her up and her mom too busy to answer. It was tough to listen to Manon’s sobs on the phone but Marinette was able to calm her down after a while, rushing to pick her up and watched her for the day. Despite the trouble with the toddler being dealt with, Marinette had a looming sense of despair afterwards that made her feel like something bad was about to coming.

The next day, as Marinette made her way to school, a box of sweets for the class in hand. When she entered the building she began to hear whispers. Nothing new, really, but they didn’t inspire confidence in her weary heart. As she walked to the classroom she could clearly make out her classmates’ voices, causing her to pause.

“I can’t believe Marinette would do something like that!” Alya’s voice rang out in shock.

“Yeah, she did. She told me that I’m horrible, that I should just–,” the sentence was interrupted by some theatrical sniffling, “– just kill myself. And she- she said you wouldn’t believe me because you were all so stupid,” Lila said through her crocodile tears. “Out of all her words, it was what she said about you guys that really hurt. I’m used to being the target of her tormenting but the idea that anyone would say such horrible things about all of my friends?” the liar continued with painfully fake distress. Marinette rolled her eyes. As if anyone would buy into this bullshit. “It was just too much for me to handle!” Ah, so that’s the end of it at least. Although right around now there’s usually… She heard Lila break down into a fit of false sobs, an attempt to get everyone to come comfort her. Yup, right on cue, Mari thought dryly.

She was about to walk in and ignore the drama of the day when an unexpected declaration echoed through the class. “Well that’s not cool, we need to punish on her!” a male voice declared first from in the classroom. To her shock, many other students mumbled their agreement. But it wasn’t those words that finally brought her down. Rather, it was the lack of any other words. Realizing that of all the friends she’d stood by and supported over the years not a single one spoke in her defense, that was the knowledge that broke her. Mari felt the tears begin to spill down her cheeks.

“Well I found her sketchbook, maybe we could send her a message through it” Lila suggested innocently, her voice immediately losing the crying tone it’d maintained. Oh, no… Marinette dropped the pastries she was holding in a sudden panic and rummaged through her book bag. The panic tightened its grip as she realized that, for once, the liar may be telling the truth. Her sketchbook– it wasn’t there. As her world froze, she could hear the class going to town with her journal. She heard it all. The ripping of binding, the tearing of pages, the insults… She didn’t know what to do, so she just stood by the door in a broken trance until it was finally flung open by Alya as she threw out the destroyed book, the book smacking into Marinettes chest, but she didn’t react. Her friend- well, former friend she supposed, was shocked to see her but fury replaced confusion in an instant. With friends like these, who needs enemies? Alya turned to Marinette with a harsh glare and righteous indignation burning in her eyes, but it faltered when she saw the tears flooding her bluebell eyes, the pastries all over the floor, and the look of utter betrayal fixed on Mari’s face.

Alya didn’t even get a word in before Marinette let out a choked sob and ran away, leaving behind the stunned girl.

“Alya, what’s up” Nino asked in confusion as he watched how his girlfriend stood frozen.

“I think… I think we went too far,” Alya whispered.

As Marinette ran out the school building she crashed into a familiar blond boy. Sadly, it wasn’t the blond boy she was looking for.

“Marinette? What happened?” Adrien asked with genuine concern, trying to reach over to comfort the girl. Hell must have finally frozen over that day because Marinette Dupain-Cheng actually flinched away from Adrien Agreste.  

“This is all your fault,” Marinette hissed out through her clenched teeth and tears. Adrien took a step back like he had been slapped. “You think she isn’t doing any harm?! That no one is getting hurt?! Well, I feel pretty hurt!! She turned everyone against me. Just like she said she would. And I stood back and let her rope them in because you said it wouldn’t matter as long as we were in it together. But we weren’t! you stood back and stayed silent, I dealt with the punishment! And now everyone hates me, and you get to keep your distance just like you have been from the start!” Marinette yelled before ending with painful weeping. Adrien tried his best to comfort his friend once more, gently reaching out for her.

“No!” Marinette snapped glaring daggers before running off to god knows where. Adrien just sighed and shook his head. Though he truly didn’t want to, he had a feeling he might have to fight Marinette today. But before he could go after her he needed to find out exactly what it was that made her so upset. Adrien walked towards the school with a newfound determination in his eyes.

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Marinette ran to the nearest park. The tears made it hard to see but she didn’t care. She looked for someone, anyone she knew and that would be willing to listen. She just needed to talk to someone - talking would help. She fervently tapped on her phone, texting the blond she would have preferred to run into to meet her in the park. It didn’t take long for him to appear. He looked around in a panic until his eyes finally fell on his friend.

“Marinette?!!” Felix cried, shocked. The shaking girl dropped her bag and collapsed into his steady arms. In all the time he had known the girl, she had never cried like this. She was always one with bright eyes and neverending hope, but today there was nothing but emptiness in her eyes.

“I can’t do this!! I can’t do it anymore!! They hate me! They all hate me, after everything I did for them!! I can’t live like this!” Marinette cried into the boys chest, his arms wrapping tightly around her. Felix took a moment to process the information before pulling back from Mari and giving her some room. He then took one of Marinette’s ribbons, that had come loose at some point during her breakdown, and tied it around their hands, connecting them. Marinette stared in confusion through watery eyes.

“It’s ok. I’m here,” Felix said in a soft voice giving her hand a squeeze. “I’m here,” he repeated as he pulled her back into a hug. The ribbon was a reassurance for his friend, something to ground her to him. She found herself melting into his embrace and with a shaky breath, Marinette began telling him what happened, the betrayal she had felt, the worthlessness that consumed her. With every word Marinette spoke, she felt slightly more at peace with her situation. With every word Marinette spoke, Felix felt increasingly more angry on her behalf.

“Don’t listen to them. They’re idiots that can’t see what’s good even when it’s right in front of them. Don’t worry Karma will come around to them,” Felix said to comfort the girl, but it did nothing but fuel his own anger. If he could go over there, if he could just have 10 minutes alone with that class, he would make them suffer.

He would make them know true pain for what they’ve done to Marinette, his light in the dark.

Both teens were so distracted by their feelings that they failed to notice the black butterfly that flew purposefully towards them. It seemed to hesitate however, like the negative emotions from these two were just too dangerous. Whoever was controlling the little butterfly didn’t seem to care about the risk though and it was soon forced to land on the ribbon that kept them connected. When it hit, both teens seemed to relax, as if being shut down. Little did Hawkmoth know a certain red Kawmi snatched up a pair of earrings and got herself far away alway before the akuma hit.

“Hello, Karma. I am Hawkmoth. I will give you the power to bring punishment to those who deserve it, and mercy to those who do not and all I asked for in return is the Ladybug and Chat Noir Miraculous. Do we have a deal?” The voice in their head asked.

The voice sounded very familiar to both Felix and Marinette… However, Felix was already thinking ten steps ahead. And he knew exactly how he would win.

Felix and Marinette looked forward, eyes filled with tears and rage.

“Yes, Hawkmoth.”

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Adrien stomped into his classroom, his eyes held fierce flames of judgement. He noticed as he came in that the class had the gall to look proud save for Alya, who looked worriedly at the door. Everyone else held their head so fucking high that it made Adrien want to puke. Or scream. Or both. The worst was Lila; she had such a smug smirk that she looked like the cat that ate the canary.

 “What the hell did you guys do?” Adrien snarled, his words like venom. Despite his tone, Lila was undeterred and expertly began her tearful routine.

“Oh Adrien, it’s horrible. Marinette texted me last night. She called me horrible names, and told me to kill myself. Can you believe it?” Lila asked with fresh tears trailing down her face. Most of the class looked angry on Lila’s behalf upon hearing the accusation again, but Alya just ducked her head.

“Actually, no. I can’t believe it. Because Marinette’s phone has been broken for the past week and she only just got it back this morning,” Adrien snapped and the class froze at his words. Lila looked like a deer caught in headlights as she tried to find a way to back up her lie. However, Adrien didn’t let her follow her devious train of thought.

“You came here with your lies and I let it go because I thought you would improve!!  But instead you’ve driven away Marinette! Our everyday Ladybug! Do you have any idea what will happen if she gets akumatized?!” Adrien asked and fear laced the last sentence. Marinette was the smartest of the students and the only one who could think like Ladybug. She would be an enemy who could go against Ladybug and have a real shot at winning. It scared Adrien. In truth, it scared them all when they actually stopped and thought about it.

“Dude, is that true?” Nino asked for the rest of the class. If what Adrien said was true, it means they had hurt their everyday Ladybug, their friend, for no reason. God, what had they done.

“Yes. Let’s hope Chat Noir and Ladybug find her fast,” Adrien commented before the teacher came in forcing and forced them to sit down. Clearly, Chat Noir wouldn’t be doing any finding any time soon. The class shared a feeling of hopelessness as they prepared to see their once-friend made into an akuma. Adrien waited impatiently until he had a chance to get away to transform.

Please be alright Marinette, he pleaded quietly, “I’ll be there soon”.

-

Two figures walked into the hospital. It was very clear they were both akumas. Their skin was a gray color; the girl with dark hair wore black while the guy with white hair wore white. The girl seem to have white as an accenting color, seeing how her dress had white embroiled flowers on it. The guy had the same on his white shirt but with black flowers instead. Both of their outfits seemed to have Chinese roots. And If one had anything, no matter how small, the other had the same thing but flipped and in the opposite color. The only color on the two was their eyes, the girl had piercing red while the boy had soft green; nether comforted the poor staff.

Many of the hospital workers froze. While sometimes akuma affected them indirectly (like flooding the city), they had never had one enter the hospital. Most just stared at the two, though one nurse was smart enough to make a post about it on the Ladyblog. One of doctor’s starring at them had, his attention was pulled away from the akumas by a little girl grabbing his arm.

“Why couldn’t you save him?!” the brown-haired girl screamed out through tears catching everyone’s attention - even that of the akumas. The doctor tried to shush the girl, who didn’t realized they were in danger. She ignored him, gesturing to an open room where an old man lay on a bed, the heart monitor was a flat line. “Why didn’t you save him?! He didn’t do anything!! Why couldn’t you save him?”

The akumas looked over at the commotion, empathizing with the girl full of sadness in her heart. The girl was right, the man didn’t deserve to die. He was a good father who tried to help everyone. He had just been at the wrong place at the wrong time, taking his daughter to school only to be hit by another driver. The black-headed girl brought up her hand, causing the nurses to moved away from the akuma, expecting something bad to happen.

But nothing bad did.

Instead, the girl moved her hand forward, and in that moment the old man who had been dead moments ago took in a big gasp and the heart monitor sputtered to life. This immediately got the crying girls attention and the doctor’s, who both ran into the room to check on the once dead man. The nurses looked at the akuma in shock. This akuma didn’t try and attack anyone, it didn’t try to hurt anyone at all. Just the opposite in fact - they had saved a life, they resurrected the dead.

The two akumas smiled at each other, a message passing without words. The blond boy started to pull the black girls hand to move her through the hospital. As they walked none of the nurses tried to stop them. After all, what harm would they do? It seemed that everyone who was in the hospital because of an accidents or just down on their luck was visited by the akuma. The black-haired girl waved, smiled and gave small gestures to the patients. Every patient that the black-haired girl visited was cured. Cancer cured, bones mended, and sickness gone. Everyone visited was healed.

Except for one.

The man was on a bed, cuffed, cussing up a storm. He was a drunk driver, and the one who had killed the previously mentioned old man in a car wreck, but he didn’t care. Even after sobering, he yelled, screamed and cussed the doctors out, believing he had done nothing wrong. The white-haired boy glared at the man. He could see everything vile the man ever did. He didn’t care for what he had done; he had taken many lives with his drunk driving, had his license revoked, but he didn’t care. The boy just glared at the thrashing man on the bed and then silently brought his hand up to his chest, holding it a few inches from his heart. The boy made a gesture like someone gripping something. At that moment, the man stopped like someone had just clutched his heart. The drunk’s heart monitor was going wild, going in every direction. The nurse quickly ran into the man’s room to try and save his life, but his heart monitor stopped, maintainingd a steady flat line. As the nurse tried to resurrect the dead man, the white-haired boy walked away with a smile.

This was Karma’s wrath.

And Karma’s wrath was about to hit two different areas: the final destination was Hawkmoth, but first they had to make a stop at a school full of stupid teenagers.

–

Hawkmoth was panicking, he was really past the point of panicking; his house had been shut down like it was under the threat of an akuma. Because it was. Hawkmoth couldn’t really control the akuma, the two vastly different emotions during akumatization made it much more difficult to control than he expected. He thought they would be a normal akuma trying to get their revenge before having to be reminded to get Ladybug and Chat Noir’s Miraculous. It wasn’t until the akuma split up after the hospital that he peered into the boys thoughts, wondering what he was planning. He had figured they would start to go after the miraculous but no that wasn’t the case.

‘Get out of our head Gabriel. We’re coming for you. Karma is coming for you’ the boy thought before Gabriel was complete shut out of his mind. The male, who he discovered was his nephew Felix, had so much anger behind the thought that he didn’t dare take it lightly. He tried to call back the akuma, tried to take away their power; but it couldn’t be done. The akuma had somehow secured their power. Noroo always warned him that abusing the miraculous would be his downfall; he just didn’t think it would be like this. Gabriel order his workers to guard every entrance while he paced back and forth. He was thinking about how to stop this, how to get the akuma back.

How could he stop Karma?

Oh Gabriel, Karma gets everyone eventually

He didn’t get long to think about it before his doors were thrown open. He looked at what was thrown at the door, however it wasn’t an object that was thrown at the door, it was a person. It was Natalie but right now she was Mayura, but she didn’t look like the terrifying villainess that portrayed herself as. She was curled up around a bar that went straight through her, going in her stomach and out her back. She whimpers out softly trying to hold the bar, as if it would stop her pain.

“Natalie!” Gabriel yelled out in shock. How could the akuma do this?

“I warned you, you would suffer Karma if you stood in the way” Felix-no I’m sorry, Karma said shaking his head, like that you would at a small misbehaving child. Karma then looked at Gabriel with his soft green eyes, but they didn’t offer any comfort. Gabriel took a step back when Karma took a step forward.

“Gabriel Agreste. You have committed so many atrocities, you will face Karma’s wrath” Karma said in a stern voice making Gabriel shake, however he tried to hid his fear.

“I’m just trying to save my wife!” Gabriel argued.

“That doesn’t matter. You caused so much grief for people, so much suffering, ; you will get what you deserve”  Karma informed with a dead expression, not breaking eye contact he kicked a box towards Gabriel that knocked into something.

“Then I’ll fight you!” Gabriel yelled holding out a cane as a weapon.

“That’s your choice” Karma informed. What Hawkmoth didn’t realized was that the box caused a chain reaction, it hit other stuff, knocked stuff down, let loose a wire. A wire swept down in a flash, around neck height.

The wire severed Hawkmoths head from his body.

-

Adrien kept tapping his foot, not paying attention to anything his teacher had said. He was worried, really worried about Marinette; he would have transformed and gone to check on her but class started before he got the chance. Some of the class seemed sad, thinking about what they had done while others just looked normal. They didn’t care about what happened, they didn’t care about their friend.

It made him sick.

‘God why does my arm keep itching’ Adrien thought as he rolled up the sleeve to scratch at it. It didn’t take long before he felt pain, a stabbing pain in his arm. Adrien let a scream causing eyes to be turned on to him; red began to spread on of his arm. As it kept going down his arms he could see, a word? Whatever is doing this is carving a word into him. It wasn’t until the word was complete that he knew who it was.

‘Coward’

‘Oh god Marinette did this to me’ he thought through tears. He heard Nino scream in pain before he decided to run out. He needed to find a place to transform, to save his friend, to say he was sorry.

-

The girl Karma just finished her work on the little Nino doll, words freshly carved in; if she closed her eyes she was in the classroom. She could hear their panic, feel their terror. Karma let out a heavy sigh, she wasn’t made to punish others, that was her other halfs job; however he was going after Hawkmoth so there wasn’t much she could do. She looked down at the doll and it had lost all of its features, appearing to be that of a voodoo doll. Karma took a deep breath before imagining a friend, well a former friend. As her anger built up the doll took the shape of that friend, Alya. Karma just glared down at the doll; needle in hand, ready to make them pay. However she kept hesitating, as it wasn’t in her nature to hurt people.

‘Remember they hurt you’ her other half said in her head, as if some kind of twisted encouragement. She nodded to herself feeling his rage; if he could talk he must have finished his job.

Karma began to work on the Alya doll, as she was carving the word ‘traitor’ into the dolls stomach she heard something close by. It was the sound of feet hitting the ground.

“Marinette please don’t do this” Chat Noir cried out as he moved towards the sitting akuma. Karma just shook her head, she could feel the boy’s worry but it was too late now.

“Go away Chat. I don’t want to have to hurt you” Karma said taking a moment to stop carving.

“I don’t ether. Please just give me the akuma so Ladybug and I can fix it” Chat said holding out his hand, asking for the object. Marinette let out a chuckle, not an evil one, but a sad one. Chat faltered after as he heard the broken sound.

“Ladybug isn’t coming” Marinette said.

“What?”

“Ladybug isn’t coming Chatton. Please go away before I have to hurt you” Marinette pleaded with the hero. He paused for a minute before reaching forward, as if to grab the object. However before he got close enough an object came flying out of nowhere knocking the poor hero back. Her other half appeared by her and just stared at her.

“You ok?” He asked, his voice sounded like a twisted mix of Marinette and Felix’s, just as hers had.

“Yes, I’m dealing with the class. Could you distract the kitty?“ Karma asked and with a simple nod her other half was off to deal with the hero. She quickly gave him a mental note of to not hurt Chat Noir; after all he had came to check on her and didn’t try to attack. Karma then turned her attention to the doll, quickly finishing her carving. Every bit of pain Marinette had felt was transferred to the doll. However she saved most of her anger for one person in particular. She closed her eyes and let out all her anger, every nasty thought she had ever had. When she open them again the doll looked like Lila, the girl that made Marinette’s life a living hell. She brought the needle down on the doll, carving the same word over and over again.

‘Liar’

-

Chat wasn’t having a good time fighting the boy. It seemed everything he tried to do to stop him was countered and he couldn’t land a hit. The worse part was he wasn’t feeling any of it; it was like the akuma was taunting him, like they were playing cat and mouse. Chat felt like the mouse at this point. He tried everything to get back to Marinette but the other was having none of it. He felt like he was fighting for ages before he saw Marinette walked up. Chat grimaced at this he would have to fight two akumas on his own, God where was Ladybug?

Marinette however didn’t do anything other than go over to the boy, she put a hand on his arm which made him drop his fight pose. They looked at each other before Marinette shook her head no. They started to reach into their pockets, Chat was still on guard though, he didn’t trust them. The akuma held out their hands together and opened them, letting Chat take a peek.

It was the butterfly and peacock miraculous.

“What?-How?” Chat started confuse.

“And the ribbon as well. That’s where the akuma is” Karma states together earning a shock look from Chat.

“Why?” was all Chat could ask.

“We know you know the guardian and he can fix this mess” They offered. Chat stood there in silence for a minute before grabbing the objects and running off. He left Karma behind.

“I’m going to miss this” Felix confessed to the girl.

“I will to, but it’s the right thing to do” Marinette said as they sat down on a bench waiting for the Miraculous cure to happen. They loved the feeling of being so close, of being together; but they had to separate, it’s what Karma would do.

-

“Master” Chat said flying into the Chinese shop. Any words he had thought up vanished when he saw Ladybug’s Kwami, floating close by Fu with sad eyes.

“So Ladybug wouldn’t help?” Chat asked confused. He didn’t understand, why would Ladybug give up her earrings especially with such a dangerous akuma.

“Chat Noir……The akuma is Ladybug” Fu said, and causing Adriens world to shatter. Ladybug is Marinette, Marinette is Ladybug, he let down Ladybug. Despite his state he handed over the miraculous and the akuma, Fu tried to question him but he wasn’t paying attention, he was numb. He caused his Lady to get akumatized, he let down his friend.

After a few minutes of talking from Tikki, she finally convinces him to power down and put on the earrings. Paris needed the miraculous cure and he was the only one they could trust. He powered down before putting on the earrings and saying the magic words.

“Tikki, spots on!”

After the transformation finished he looked over at the black and white ribbon, the proof that he messed up. He quickly tore it and caught the akuma before shouting the words.

“Miraculous Ladybug”

Everything would go back to normal. They now have the butterfly miraculous, everything would be ok right?

The stinging on his arm said otherwise.

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All of us rn:

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Me wondering wtf a “heat waves” is and why it interrupted my reading.

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Anyway if you ship gay/slash/“”“"yaoi”“”“ pairings then you better fucking support LGBTQIA+ rights and see them as more than overly sexualized couples and as REAL COUPLES LIKE THE HETS LIKE IT’S NOT THAT HARD

And that concludes today’s PSA

Edit : after a lot of messages of people saying that gay shippers are mostly LGBTQIA+ themselves, I must clarify that I’m talking about straight people who fetishises LGBTQIA+ characters/relationships and proceeds to get grossed out when seeing irl examples and rights discussions.

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cat life with cat dad (and cat son)

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He grew up.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=BsuY9lHxg88

[bloggingpidgeon]

THIS IS SO SAD FOR WHAT REASON

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Enjoying the time spend together!

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Spooky bonus >:D