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| {MGI Civil War 2025 Event} |
| {Prompt: "I would've burned the world for you." } |
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| Ladybug has failed to stop Chat Noir from defecting to join Hawkmoth, and now she's left defeated and alone in the dark with only the ghosts of her regrets to keep her company as she recollects herself. |
| Word Count: 1,239. |
| Warnings/Tags: Alternate Universe, Not Canon Compliant, no beta we die like jason todd, Major Character Undeath, Implied/Referenced Character Death, Ghost Jason Todd, Mentioned Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Mentioned Gabriel Agreste, Evil Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, traitor Adrien Agreste, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Needs a Hug, Jason Todd Needs A Hug. |
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(This fic will also be posted on here in full after the event)
NOTICE: As more and more fanfic writers are using generative AI for their works (you uncreative dweebs), I hereby swear on everything I hold dear that I have not and will NEVER use generative AI in ANY of my written work. Everything I post will be organically and creatively my own.
Jason was beginning to regret his decisions. Not just the ones that led him to his current predicament, but all of them. Because only a massively dysfunctional historic pattern of decision making could result in this catastrophic situation from which there was no escape, at least not one he had found. And he had been looking. Don’t think a quick death hadn’t been considered, preferred even. But at this point, quick was out of the question.
He dropped his head into his hand as they came to an abrupt stop, wishing the floorboard of the car would disappear and take him with so he wouldn’t have to face any more loathsome glares. Glares to which there were no barrier because he’d allowed Dick to convince him they should take the convertible. ‘It’s safer in Metropolis,’ he’d argued. ‘How often do we get to do this?” Clearly, too often.
Yet somehow, the glares seemed to have absolutely no effect on anybody else in the car. And he absolutely refused to threaten to turn the car around again. Dick was the geezer not him, damn it. But he was not above begging. “Will you please shut up for the love of all that is holy.”
“We are on our way to a Jagged Stone concert and you have a problem with his songs?” Dick teased, taking a short break for his own overdramatic interpretation of ‘You Are the Donut of my Life’ on order to torment his brother.
Jason had to lean forward to dodge away from Dick’s hands coming for his face, but he ended up leaning closer to Roy in the passenger seat who took the opportunity to pull him into a side hug, or rather pull him down and mess with his hair. He shoved him away with a grunt and stepped on the accelerator at the green light. “Not his songs. Your caterwauling. You’re tormenting half of Metropolis.” He shot a pointed look to Duke in the rearview mirror. “I expected better of you.”
“Don’t know why,” he snorted just before joining Roy and Dick in belting out the final lyrics.
Jason sighed and stepped on the gas. The quicker he got to the arena, the quicker he could end this and pretend like he didn’t know them in the mosh pit. His sigh turned into a groan when he was immediately with another red light. What was worse was another car had now pulled up to their left, a car with a few guys, girls, and one gorgeous stunner in the passenger seat.
He breathed out a sigh of relief at the silence and shot her a dashing smile, a smile which widened at the blush that dusted her cheeks and the shy smile that graced her lips. He opened his mouth to say something but before he could get the words out the opening chords of Trocaderock suddenly echoed down the street. His smile strained as his treacherous passengers started singing again. Not just singing, full on serenading the car next to them, wild gestures, reaching for them, impassioned inflections, and all. He watched as the woman’s face morphed from shy to surprise to amusement.
“I’m sorry about them,” he called to her trying to be heard over them. “I wish I could say sorry, they’re just drunk, but they’re not. That’s just… them.”
Her smile brightened, the giggle she let out loud enough to be heard over the yowling right up until her friends joined in at which point her giggles turned into full blown laughter, lighting up her entire face as her eyes crinkled at the edges. She took a moment to settle, but the smile continued to grace her lips. “Same with mine. But it makes life more fun,” she shrugged.
“Yeah, fun. Sure,” he grumbled but eyed the rest of his car dramatically until she laughed again.
“You don’t sing?” she asked innocently.
He grimaced and shook his head. “Like an angel. It’s too powerful. It would blow everyone away.” He preened at the brilliant smile she responded with.
He kept eye contact as he accelerated slowly, making sure to keep pace with their car, until he had to return his eyes to the road, mostly because she pointed ahead of him and mouthed the word ‘road’ with a bemused smile, a smile, he would like to note, that was still there every single one of the many times he glanced over at her.
“Hey,” Dick called across to them. “You guys going to the concert?”
“Yeah,” the woman in orange tips and glasses called back. “You?”
“Us too. We’re in the pit right in front of the stage. You?” Roy yelled, not at all subtly looking between Jason and the woman with a sly grin.
“Us too!” a blonde man called back from the driver’s seat, a matching grin on his face as he looked pointedly at the woman. “Guess we’ll see you there,” he promised before peeling off to the left.
“This concert is about to be a lot more interesting,” Duke smirked.
As promised, when they got through security, got their drinks, and made their way to the pit area, the occupants of the other car were already there, but Jason frowned as he approached them. Not that they didn’t seem like fine people, but the only person he was really interested in seeing from their car wasn’t there.
He craned his neck to search the area with almost singular purpose, but aware enough to shove Dick away by the head for snickering at him and almost smacked Duke upside the head for nudging him with that smug smirk of his until he saw what Duke was pointing at, the woman trying to push her way through the crowd to get to her friends. However, she was having a bit of difficulty due to her size. Instead of the slap he had been anticipating, he patted Duke on the chest and pushed his way over to her.
“Need an assist,” he asked with his most roguish smile.
“Hey, Handsome Stranger” she grinned. The expression on her face when she saw him, not just relief but excitement, made his chest puff out to accommodate his swelling heart.
“Hey, Pretty Lady” he grinned back. “Come on, your friends are this way. I’m Jason by the way.” He didn’t even have to push through the crowd to get them back, the people parted as soon as they saw him coming.
“Ahh, so I should call you Jason instead of ‘my hero’?” Her voice was cheeky and cheerful and it somehow made his already wide smile even wider.
He hadn’t smiled this much in years. He ushered her ahead of him by the small of her back, his fingers tingling from the contact and his brain buzzing from the fact that she was not only letting him, but leaning into it. “Oh, you can call me anything you want, Pixie Pop, just as long as you call me.”
She squeaked and hid her face in her hand, only removing it to wave to her friends as they approached, but her blush was so prevalent, it ran all the way down to the collar of her shirt. “There you are, Marinette!” her friend with pink hair cheered. She looked Jason over, her eyes lingering on the placement of his hand with a knowing smirk. “And you come bearing gifts.” She waggled her eyebrows at the two of them, very clearly enjoying embarrassing her friend.
“How did it go?” her blonde friend asked. “Everything fine?”
“Yep, crisis averted,” she nodded.
“You good?” Jason asked carefully. His eyes wandered over her thoroughly but efficiently.
“Not my crisis,” she assured him. “Not a crisis at all, actually, just a drama king.”
“Awww look how smitten he is,” he heard Duke coo somewhere behind them.
Jason nodded to Marinette. “Good to hear it. Give me just a sec.” He reached into his pocket and pulled out the only thing he had in that pocket, a handful of coins, throwing it at Duke without breaking eye contact with her.
Marinette giggled at his move but turned away when the backup band took the stage. Jason took the opportunity to step up behind her and lean down close enough for her to hear him among the din of the crowd. “So, you going to sing this time? You never did say if you like to sing.”
She grinned and leaned a bit closer to him without taking her eyes off the stage. “I sing all the time... and very off key, but my dancing... that is also bad. But I have never let that stop me from having fun.” She finally turned her face to meet him with a teasing smirk over her shoulder. “What about your dancing? Do you also dance like an angel?”
He hummed and let his eyes roam her face. “No, there’s nothing angelic about the way I dance and rarely in public.”
Her blush raged across her face again, but she refused to break eye contact. “You just going to stand there stoically then?”
“Might be persuaded.” His voice dipped down, as did his eyes to her lips for just a moment before lifting back up to her eyes.
They kept eye contact until the area around them shook with the reverberations of the guitar flowing through the arena and drew all eyes to the stage, some more slowly than others.
Marinette proved herself to be honest though not terribly coordinated over the next several songs as she sang and danced with her friends along with Jagged Stone, though to be fair, nobody was really dancing so much as jumping around just like her. She didn’t take a break until he played one of his slower songs. But no matter how high she lifted herself up onto her tip toes craning her neck to see the stage, she couldn’t make herself tall enough to see over the crowd and after a few moments, she gave up the hope of seeing anything until the song changed and she could start jumping again.
“Need another assist?” Jason whispered into her ear.
She blinked at the words. It took her brain a few moments to get past the feeling of his chest against her back and his breath on her neck and ear, and process what he had said. “What?” She was going to need a few more moments.
She absolutely had not expected Jason to pick her up and set her on his shoulders like lifting a pillow. “Better, Pixie Pop?” he asked, but the lilt to his voice made it clear he was teasing her.
“Yes,” she acknowledged shyly. After a moment she cleared her throat and smirked down at him. “Glad to see you’re living up to the hero moniker.”
He wrapped his hand around her thighs, ostensibly to secure her position, but really more to feel her bare skin under his hands. He grinned at the yelp she let out and slight jump. “I just want to make sure you’re enjoying the show.”
“Oh, um, yep, en… enjoying the show.” It took a few moments before she eased her muscles again and began swaying to the beat of the song. It didn’t take much longer before Jason followed her lead rocking to the music as well. “So, you do dance,” she teased.
He immediately stopped and tightened his laxed grip on her thighs. “I'm not dancing,” he insisted. “Your dancing is shifting my balance. Just trying to keep you safe.”
She took a few seconds to respond, during which time, Jason could almost feel the incredulous look he knew she was shooting him. “Huh, it's a very rhythmic shift. Almost like it's a pattern of smooth movements.”
“So, you think I'm smooth?” he asked overly sweetly as he adjusted his hands and let his thumbs rub circles on the outside of her thighs.
She shook her head. “Oh, I know you are,” she whispered breathily.
The music shifted tempo again and Jason carefully lifted her off his shoulders and set her down gently. She turned and met his eyes as everyone around them started bouncing and singing loudly to the song, all of it melding into the background as their gazes intensified until Marinette suddenly got bumped into Jason. His arms started to circle around her until her friend with the orange tips almost tackled Marinette from the side. “It’s Mirockulous!” she yelled and pulled Marinette closer to the stage.
Unfortunately, between her friends pulling her in different directions and Jason trying to figure out if Jagged Stone really was staring at him suspiciously from the stage or if he was making it up in his head, they stayed separated until the end of the concert. But the moment it ended, he intended to search for her, but as it had turned out, he hadn’t needed to because Marinette almost instantly appeared in front of him having pushed her way through the crowd to get to him. He grinned brilliantly. “Hey there, Pretty Lady. Missed you.”
She took the last few steps to him, stopping just short of touching him. Her arms twitched, almost like she wanted to reach for him, and he really, really wanted her to, almost to the point of reaching for her himself. “Hey, Handsome Stranger,” she grinned back. “The last part wasn’t nearly as fun without you.”
Dick popped up next to Jason, slinging his arm over his shoulder to smile at her and her friends who had wandered over to them. “We were going to find somewhere to get some grub. You guys up for it?”
Marinette met Jason’s eyes; her eyebrow raised in question. “How about a trade?” he offered without breaking eye contact. “You can give the one making eyes at your friend a ride,” he shoved Duke toward Marinette’s blonde friend, “and we can give Marinette a ride?” Jason didn’t wait for the others to respond, at Marinette’s nod, he grinned and took her hand leading her out of the venue. He silently congratulated himself. Clearly, his decisions lately had been the best decisions of his life.
Welcome to Maribat Calendar Events July event. July is dedicated to JASON TODD.
Do one prompt! Do them all! Do your own prompt! Any participation is great! They just serve as ways to encourage that creativity. No Pressure.
This year, the prompts have a sound track! We've created a Spotify playlist of songs we felt resonated Jasonette. Follow the QR code or the link at the bottom of the post to listen.
Make sure you tag us so others can more easily see your work:
Not necessarily your favorite word, it doesn’t even have to be a word you usually like ! Just a word that right now, at this moment, you look at and think “ooh what about this one”.
It can be a word you find funny, pretty, strange, scary, anything really ! You don’t need to tell me why you choose that word (though I’d love to know if you want to tell me), just give me a word !
(It’d be lovely if we made this into a chain but there’s no pressure <3)
uhhhhh sanguine? (literally the only word that popped up into my head rn but it’s prettyyy and sounds like summer to me in some inexplicable way 😌✨)
oh sure! Tagging @daydream-of-a-wallflower @silence-between-seconds @re-is-back-in-black @jaaklops @annotated-catastrophe @vintagetee13 @cherryswift13 @dandelions-fly-in-summer-skies @lost-in-reveriie @moonlightt444 @art-of-fools @good-oldfashioned-lover-girl @addsalwayssick @miseryoforpheus @justafanbutcurious + anyone else who’d like to join in :)
(Thanks for the tag! I won't tag anyone because I can't remember which mutuals on this sideblog are still active so I guess my tag is for anyone who reads this reblog!)
It isn't really what I think you were asking for but it was what happened.
I did try to get someone else to write something closer to what might be wanted so hopefully that will come too
It had been years but Steph had found the girl fairly easily.
Batman kept the records hidden but Jason has helped her find them. They had been untouched since they were sealed there. She probably never would have figured it out Marinette was a hero if she weren’t already watching her house.
She and Jason munched on a selection of treats from the patisserie. She hadn’t even been able to go in herself. She was too nervous at what she might find. But Jason understood. He was there for her every step of the way.
They watched as the red spotted hero landed on the roof and entered the room as a flash of light revealed Marinette. She couldn’t face her past but she couldn’t let it continue like this. They pored over the interviews for the past few years and realized that the heroes were not just children. They had the responsibility forced on them by another. They hadn't been given a choice but to fight or give in.
Steph knew that she had made the choice to fight when she was young because she wanted better for herself and her mom. She wanted to hurt her father because he had hurt them.
It was also her choice that put the girl here.
She was the one to sneak into the room. It wouldn’t be a good look for Jason to be caught in the room of a fourteen year old girl no matter what the reason. She paused when she got to the bed. She knew she needed to take the earrings but she hesitated before she looked.
The child was sleeping peacefully. Her face was soft and worry free. That is the life Steph had wanted for her. The life she hadn’t been able to provide at fifteen. She hadn’t looked then because she knew she wouldn’t be able to let her go but she deserved better. She still deserved better.
Steph moved quickly to get the earrings off. The child only stirred slightly. The only movement was the sudden appearance of a red sprite that followed after her when she went for the trapdoor. There would likely be a panic when she realized her earrings were missing but this was for the best.
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It had taken three weeks to end it.
They also had to remove Chat Noir from play too. He would not or could not get over their forced removal of Ladybug.
If his reaction was over the top then the reaction of the villain Hawkmoth was explosive. He was furious about them swooping in and taking his prize. The city of Paris was in constant chaos from the moment they announced they had taken into as the Ladybug and the Chat. Many of the citizens had to shelter in place by the end. The emotional effect of the constant siege provided far too many unwilling participants for the emotional manipulation.
Steph probably shouldn’t be so happy that Marinette was never one of them.
It spoke to her fortitude which she had no place in shaping. She knew that, but it still made her feel proud that she had been robbed of her chance to fight and still didn’t turn.
She had gone to a small massage parlor and spoke with the healer inside for a while. Steph waited for her to leave before she dropped in on the man who had turned the children into heroes forced to fight against a villain without any training. His lies about the secret magical society were expected but when they took the jewels from him, she hadn’t expected him to run from the city that very night. He didn’t even try to fight back.
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The battle was tough. She almost wished she had told more of the people she knew about what they were doing here. But the people of the city loved their heroes even if they weren’t the same ones they had always known. They rallied behind them and based on the comments online, a lot of them were happy to see older heroes and hoped that the children were doing well after their sudden disappearance.
But when the Ladybug fell during the fight with Hawkmoth and couldn’t immediately fight back and the Chat was too far away to help, the citizens turned to protect her. That was what they needed to turn the tide of the battle. The additional people fighting was just enough to catch Hawkmoth unprepared and it ended up being Marinette that ripped the broach off him. His cane whipped out and knocked her feet out from under her but she already had the jewelry in her hand. He was revealed as she hit the ground.
The Ladybug took the girl and swung away. Her Chat took care of the downed villain. The police were quick to show up and arrest him and the press was buzzing about the reveal.
None of this mattered to Steph.
She cast the cure as she had been taught by Tikki after capturing the miraculous and Marinette was no longer injured by her fall.
“What are you doing?” she asked. “You stole my miraculous.”
“You never should have been burdened with it.”
“I failed. I failed all of Paris and Tikki.”
Steph reached out for her hand.
“Marinette, you didn’t fail and you will have the earrings again. I promised Tikki I would return them once Hawkmoth was defeated.”
Marinette covered her mouth. Her tears were hovering on the edge of falling.
“I won’t be allowed to keep her. You said my name. Youknow who I am so I have to give her up.”
“I only found out you were Ladybug because I was following you, and there is no one to take it back now. Your mentor left when we took the rest of his jewels.”
She spit out the last part in disgust and didn’t realize that Marinette was stuck on the first part.
“You were following me?”
She jumped up, preparing to run away but Tikki’s voice stopped her.
“Wait, please hear her out,” Tikki said.
Steph held the earrings in her hand out towards the girl.
“I’m pregnant,” she said. “The only person who knows so far is the new Chat. We were both heroes as teens and we didn’t want our child to need to fight like we did. That is what made me decide to find out what happened to my first child.”
Marinette turned back towards her, no longer trying to run away. Tikki floated over to nuzzle up to her as she listened. Steph sat down before she continued and Marinette sat nearby but out of reach.
“I don’t even know if you know and if you don’t I’m so sorry for revealing the secret. I was just fifteen when I gave birth. I wanted better for my child. It nearly broke me when I told them to take you away without even looking at your face. I knew I would never have gone through with it if I had seen or held you. But someone I trust helped find a loving couple who wanted a baby more than anything.”
“I knew I was adopted,” Marinette said quietly. “I tried to not think of why I had no one when I was born because I knew my parents wanted me.”
“I'm happy about that. I never meant to spring this on you. I wanted to wait until you were older and decided you wanted to know more. I will stick to that until you and your parents try to find me.”
She held out the earrings and Marinette didn’t reach out for them but Tikki floated out and took them from her.
“I am not ready,” she said finally.
“You don’t have to be. I’m leaving. I have told Tikki what she needs to know to find me if you ever decide you are,” she turned away so her daughter couldn’t see her tears forming. “Be well until then.”
There's something about Marinette turning into a thief stealing lost miraculous that's just so captivating, you know? Because you have a character that's kind, dedicated her teenager ages to save people and suffered due to that, who then had to turned into a thief to avoid people going through the same she did before then...
You just have a flashy hero who everyone knew about turning into a fugitive who tries to never be seen, who hides into the shadows. Her motivations are the same, she's still the same kind girl who everyone loved, and that would do anything to protect people, but instead of a beloved superheroine, she's a wanted thief who everyone hates...
| Below the read more, this masterlist holds the tumblr links to all of the polymer clay pieces I made for the event, which ended up at a whopping 21 pieces! There are separate masterlists for the fics/outlines/snippets, and playlists that I also created for the event, which shall be linked at the end, along with the link to the main masterlist. |
The last but not least of the polymer clay art pieces I made for the MGI Civil War 3 event!
This one was also for the prompt: Dragon; and is the design of the dragon from my event fic: Whence the Dragons Arise from the Darkness Inside. ([Tumblr Link] and [Ao3 Link])
Another fitting real ladybird inspired charm; this one is for the MGI Civil War 3 event prompt: Vampire, and is based off of the Twice Stabbed Ladybird!
This polymer clay charm for the MGI Civil War 3 event prompt: Butterflies, was inspired by the Steelblue Ladybird, which prey on various butterfly and moth eggs; most aptly one of which is the Monarch butterfly. Which is why the ladybird charm is posed as if attacking an Akuma!
