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Miraculous Ladybug and Chat Noir Fic Snippets: Run the World
The idea is an AU where Marinette’s truly just a genius. Like, Hiro Hamada, Riri Williams level smart. She 1UPs Hiro Hamada, graduating Lycee age 10/11. Her specialty is the sciences, ranging from robotics and physics to chemistry and textiles, and she makes her next life venture acquiring degrees in all of these, studying online due to wanting to explore a budding new interest of hers, art.
By age 13/14, Marinette’s more qualified than the overwhelming majority of the population, has started posting some of her first fashion designs, and her parents are worried about her. She only has a couple friends she’s held onto from infancy, Nino and Kim, her cousins aunts and uncles, her Nona when she comes by, and them. She’s lonely, so much more surrounded by fabric metal and pastry dough than actual human beings every day, and they can tell she sees it as well.
So after a few weeks of lightly bullying government education department bureaucrats, they get Marinette enrolled in the same school her cousin Marc goes to, college Francois DuPont, attending part time. She’s there Monday Tuesday and Wednesday, doodles a lot during class, actually quite likes PE after getting over her prior lack of exercise (nerd), and absolutely suffers under Chloé fucking Bourgeois. At least, if no one else, she has Nino and Kim on her side. Right?
Despite wanting to leave fairly quickly into her time there, Marinette doesn’t want to let her parents down, very aware of how worried they are about her lack of friends. Problem is, she’s struggling to make them anyway. All anyone knows about her is that she’s the weird gifted girl who can’t socialise, can barely talk without tripping over her words, if not her own feet, and only comes to school three days a week because she’s so smart.
She and Juleka hang out sometimes though, enjoying the quiet of each other’s company. Juleka’s a good singer and bass player, and Marinette likes letting music drain away the noise of her mind.
By the time start of canon comes around, it’s a new school year. Marinette’s designs have really taken off under her anonymous designer persona, Moretta. She’s even done a couple interviews, using a mask, cloak, and neurotechnologically controlled text to speech to remain in obscurity. Plus she’s becoming more known as Moretta’s exclusive model, though if anyone’s put together that it’s the same Marinette who graduated MIT at 14, they’ve haven’t put it in the news.
With the start of a new school year, Marinette fears it’ll be much the same. Except this someone else has taken her new kid status from her. Two in fact. One’s pretty nice, likes comic books, and doesn’t seem to mind how shy and clumsy she is. The other is friends with Chloé. Ugh….. He seems good hearted, and Nino likes him apparently, but she’s still unsure about him.
This idea was not meant to have Marinette’s intelligence be as large of a factor as this, but We got a tad carried away writing this AU brief, and honestly don’t hate it. The little snippets going in here are more about Marinette being more opposed to Chloé-ness and association with her (Adrien), and her being a mom friend/ sugar mom friend of her group
Anyway, snippets
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Adrien
The guy beside me sucks air through his teeth. “Unlucky on the optics man.” He says quietly. “Why didn’t you explain to her what happened?”
“I didn’t wanna throw Chloé under the bus.” He whispers, glancing over his shoulder at the girls giggling behind us. “She’s my only friend.”
“Well you probably should’ve. Marinette hates bullshit and now she thinks you stink of it. Anyway, I’m Nino.” He holds out a fist.
I manage a smile, bumping it. “Adrien.”
“Cool. Now you have two friends.”
My heart swells in my chest. “Great!”
“Oh Adrien!” Chloé sing songs behind us. “When’s your next photoshoot?”
“Photoshoot?”
“Not that it’s any of your business, nerd, but Adrien is the best teen model in the city.”
“For Gabriel fashion brand.” Sabrina adds.
“Seriously?”
I nod. “Yeah.” Though, I frown as he starts chuckling. “What’s so funny?”
“Nothing nothing, just….. man, you REALLY messed up.”
“No one cares.” Chloé rolls her eyes.
‘I kinda care.’ I think to myself.
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Marinette, right after the umbrella scene
Watching him dash to his limo, the low, quiet anger in my chest fades. “Maybe he’s not so bad.”
Once I’m home, I text the nerd.
You: Who put the gum on my seat?
DJ Dumbass: Why you wanna know?
DJ Dumbass: Chloé, duh
You: Verification
DJ Dumbass: Did he talk to you?
You: He did. With outside motivation perhaps?
DJ Dumbass: I plead the fifth
You: Viva la revolution like a proper Parisian, coward
You: Get me something good on him and I’ll make you a cake
DJ Dumbass: Uh oh is that yandere I detect?
You: Not yet, but the knives are never far from reach
DJ Dumbass: You scare me
You: So do rats, it’s not hard
DJ Dumbass: Nothing fluffy should have a furless tail
You: If I ever need something from you I’ll just hold up a picture of a rat king and you’ll cower from it like a vamp and a cross
DJ Dumbass: Wtf is a rat king???
You: Don’t look it up
DJ Dumbass: WTF IS A RAT KING???
You: I warned you
DJ Dumbass: You live to see me suffer
DJ Dumbass: I will take that cake though
DJ Dumbass: How big?
You: Variable. Now you’re motivated
DJ Dumbass: At least 8 inches
You: That’s what she said
DJ Dumbass: Your such a troll
You: You’re
You: And yeah
You: How about at least 12 cupcakes or an inch diameter per 2 cupcakes, min 6
DJ Dumbass: Deal
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At some point they go to the movies
Alya
I’m last, and with that we all have our tickets. “Alright,” Marinette turns around and points, “snack time.”
“I’ll go ahead and make sure no one steals our seats.” I say.
“Okay. What do you want?” She asks.
“Oh no, it’s fine.”
“Do you not want anything? Movies are always better with snacks.”
“I’m just tryna save up, so…”
“Oh.” Phew. “But that’s not what I asked.” What.
“Huh?”
“Do you really not want anything? I’ll pay for it.”
“…..It’s fine, really. I don’t-“ She grabs my hands- “mind?”
She holds my hands in hers, low between us as she steps closer and stares through my eyes into my soul with a quiet intensity. “Alya?” “Y-yeah?” “You’re a fun person. I like hanging out with you, and my parents pay me more than I know what to do with. Let me have this.”
I nod, suddenly understand what it means to be scaroused. “Okay.”
She leans back, beaming like sunshine. “Great! Now come on, you can have whatever you want.”
She turns away, letting go of my hands to head to the snack shelves and popcorn bar. “Oh.” She turns back. “Same for you Adrien.”
He chuckles sheepishly. “I dunno.”
“Is it the model thing? What your dad doesn’t know can’t hurt you, and it’s only a treat. Just get something small.”
“Well…..” The temptation is audible in his voice. “Alright.”
He follows after her, leaving me to process what just happened with Nino chuckling beside me. “You fucked around and found out huh?”
“Is that supposed to be hot or is it just me?”
“Little bit, yeah.”
“Oh. Good.”
“Marinette’s defo the mom friend, but she’s also a bit of a sugar mommy.”
“Does she do that a lot?”
“Nah. Marinette worries a about people only inviting her places to pay for things, so it’s only once in a while she does this. There’s sort of an unspoken rule not to ask her for stuff, but if she offers then saying yes is fine.”
“That shouldn’t be hot.”
“I mean, every immigrant parent wants their kid to marry someone rich with a stable income, and like a retirement plan and shit. Actually scratch that. All parents want that. Money’s hot, let’s be real. And Marinette’s hot regardless.”
Marinette’s hot?
Yeah. She’s hot. “I think I like Marinette.”
Nino pats me on the back. “Join the club.”
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At the end of Bubbler
As Adrien heads up the stairs, Nino turns to us and his smile freezes on his face. “Heeeooooh. You good?”
“I’m fine.” I whisper.
“You sure? Cause- Oh!” Alya grabs him by the sleeve, pulling him close and whispering in his ear. “Uhuh. Oh shit! Damn!” He looks at me. “For real?”
“What matters is that he enjoys it.” I try and fail to make my hissing sound neutral. The anger prevails. “Why’s his dad stealing my gift anyway? He’s a literally millionaire.”
“So are your parents.” Nino points out.
“He has more millions!”
“Back up. Your parents are millionaires?” Alya asks.
“Uh, yeah.” I push Nino down put the way, talking to her. “We run the best bakery in Paris, arguably.”
“Expensive too.”
“Worth the price, and that’s before the discount.”
“Discount?”
“Did no one tell you?”
“Girl it’s been like a week and a half. Let me settle.”
“Students here get a 15% discount on stuff from Marinette’s family bakery.” Nino explains.
“25%.”
“Wait really?”
“A benefactor offered to recoup us the difference, and there’s no reason not to spread generosity.”
“Who’s the benefactor?” Alya asks.
“Someone who requested anonymity.”
It was Alix
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Marinette
“Look who’s early for once.” Alya remarks.
“I know right? It’s a miracle.” I lift my extra bag. “I got you something.”
“Really?” She reaches out as I put the bag on the desk. Looking inside, she gasps. “You didn’t!”
“You were the one sick and tired of searching. And, I’ll be honest, I was sick of watching you suffer and complain the same way I used to.”
“Ooh, what’d she get you?” Rose asks, standing up and coming over to our desk.
“Makeup!” Alya pulls my work out the bag. Foundation, concealer, blush and eyeshadow palettes, and three lipsticks. “Holy shit this is amazing!”
“Aw, that’s so sweet of you Marinette?” Rose says, Juleka quietly coming up behind her. “Where’d you get it from?”
“Um…..”
“Holy shit!” I turn and see Alya with a small stroke of foundation on the back of her hand. “This is actually perfect!”
“Of course it’s perfect.” I chuckle to myself. “Why would I make it all just for it to be off colour?”
Alya’s jaw drops.
“You made this?” Rose skitters around into the row in front of us, still empty of its usual occupants, looking closer at Alya’s hand. “It looks amazing!”
“You are seriously my goddess.” Alya tells me, stars in her eyes.
“It’s pretty tough against oxidisation too, so you don’t have to worry about that.”
“Uhhhhh should I?”
“You’re black, so- well, obviously. What I mean is, some ethnicities are more likely to have skin with stronger oxidising properties. Black slash afro caribbeans and east asians both make the list. I wasn’t sure with you as an individual, so I just played it safe.”
“What does oxidisation do?” Rose asks.
“It chemically affects the makeup, changing the colour. Not ideal, but there are ways to resist it.”
“Wow.” She picks up the blush palette. “These are pretty dark.”
“Well yeah she’s black.”
Rose tilts her head, looking puzzled.
“Now this one my mum taught me.” Alya says. “Use darker shades for blush and eyeshadow, because light shades stand out too much on dark skin.”
“That.” I point at her, nodding. “I’m not racist, I swear.”
Alya snorts. “Cancel Marinette Dupain-Cheng 2020.”
“Guess these gotta go then.” I jokingly reach for my gifted makeup, only for Alya to reach forward and draw it all close with her hands.
“I take it back, you can come to the cookout.”
I roll my eyes, chuckling softly. “Oh, by the way, don’t mention this online. Like, at all. Especially not the Ladyblog.”
“Why?”
“Because you don’t need a licence to create makeup for personal use, or to give to friends. But if you promote it, THEN it’s illegal without a licence for the specific product or products, because I gained from it.”
“Oh. Gotcha. Radio silence it shall be.”
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Alya
“Alright.” Ms Bustier sits down behind her desk at the front. “First and foremost, attendance. Adrien?”
“Present.”
Nino leans over, whispering. “Nice.”
“Thanks?”
“Chloé?”
She scoffs quietly, rolling her eyes. “Present.”
“Ivan.”
“Here Miss.”
“Alya.”
“Here.” ‘Aaaaand Marinette’s late. Again. She needs a better alarm.’
“Juleka?”
I glance back as Juleka mumbles quietly. “Present.”
“Alright. Mylene?”
“Here Miss.”
I frown. ‘Why’d she skip her.’ Even when Marinette’s late, she doesn’t skip her. I raise my hand. “Miss?”
“Nathan- Yes Alya?”
“What about Marinette?”
“Marinette doesn’t have school today. Nathaniel?”
Nino leans back. “Marinette’s a part time student.”
“Present.”
“Wtf is a part time student?” I whisper. “I’ve never heard of that.”
“Same.” Adrien adds.
“Nino?”
“Here Miss.” He turns back to us. “It’s when a genius graduates lycee at ten years old but still comes to college for PE and not being a total hermit.”
“Seriously.”
“She literally has degrees.”
“Pft. No way.” His face remains serious. “There’s no fucking way right?”
“Multiple?” Adrien points out.
“She’s mega genius smart.”
“So she”s just better than us.” I sum it up fairly well, I think.
“I mean she’s also a socially awkward nervous wreck of a girl failure, but pretty much yeah.”
“That actually makes me feel a bit better, which feels mean to say.”
“And a yandere, but nobody’s perfect.”
“Hm?”
“Alright, enough chit chat.” Ms Bustier announces, apparently done with the register now. “Let’s begin.”
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Alya
“Okay, let’s go.” Marinette takes my hand, and one of Nino’s in her other, pulling us forward.
I can’t help but note the touch, certainly not complaining but I look over at Nino. He shrugs. “She just does this.”
“Who does what?” Marinette asks, falling back in line with us now she’s set the pace.
“You holding people’s hands.”
“Oh.” She lets go of me. “Sorry. I should’ve asked first huh?”
“It’s fine.” I say maybe a little too quickly, grabbing her hand back into mine. “I don’t mind.”
She smiles, and I make a mental note to at some point get a picture of her with such a warm expression on her. She looks the other way. “Sorry Adrien. I’ve only got two hands.”
He chuckles. “It looks like you spent them well.”
“I’ve got a side free bro.” Nino offers his other hand.
Smiling, Adrien takes it. “Sure thing, bro.”
“Yes! The bromance begins.”
“And so we go hurtling towards critical mass.” Marinette rolls her eyes.
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Julenette written just now truly only because We wrote it in the brief on a whim and thought it was cute
You guys get more than We planned
Juleka
I don’t have many friends. It’s basically just Luka, Rose, and the girl sitting in my lap, talking endlessly about fabrics and how to dye them while I braid her hair, sat on a sunlounger on her balcony with the sun slowly painting the sky orange overhead.
Marinette only came to our school last year, and pretty quickly managed to tie with me for most antisocial awkward mumbling weird girl in both the class and the year group. That was fine by me though, being the other antisocial awkward mumbling weird girl. The other thing we have in common is our singing talent, though we’re both too shy to make use of it other than with each other.
After almost a year knowing each other and occasionally hanging out together, we tend to fall into one of three habits. This, the opposite where I talk about bands or horror movies whilst she brushes or braids my hair, or just the two of us sat or laid out together, enjoying the quiet.
“All done.” I say, albeit a little reluctantly. Without the excuse to be touching her, I don’t know where to put my hands.
Marinette reaches back, playing idly with the shortish braid. “Thanks.”
To my surprise, she scoots her butt back slightly, leaning against me. “Is this alright?”
“Ye-yeah.” Hesitating a moment, I bring my hands together around her waist.
She responds with her own hands resting over my wrists. “I hoped this year would be different, but I didn’t expect this much.”
“Mm…”
She giggles softly. “Maybe I should wish for true love too. Get a little something like what you’ve got going on.”
“Mm…..” Wait a sec. “Huh?”
“How are you and Rose doing? You have a crush on her right?”
I open my mouth to protest, to deny it.
I’ve got nothing. “Yeah…..”
She giggles again. “Don’t sound so sad! Love is cute!”
“How’d you know?”
“I….. Hm….. I see the way you look at her. I wasn’t entirely sure I was right, but I know I’d be happy if someone looked at me that way, so I had a hunch and wouldn’t you know it. I was right.”
“You’re always right.” ‘Don’t I look at you like that?’
“Yeah…..” She sighs. “It’s a curse. Are you gonna ask her out? We already know she’s sapphic so that’s not an issue.”
“I dunno. What if she says no?”
“Counter point. What if she says yes?”
I have no argument, so instead I divert. “What about you? Do you have a crush?”
“Not really. Sometimes I wonder if I even have a romantic type. There are plenty of hot people, but could anyone love me without it being a chore to deal with my brain?”
‘I would try.’ “You’ll find someone.”
She squeezes my wrist. “I hope so. You definitely will.”
“We’ll see.”
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With slightly jealous Alya follow up
Nino
“Hey, are you and Juleka dating?” I slow for a second, hearing Alya’s question from behind me as me, her, Adrien and Marinette head out front to wave him off back to the prison cell his father calls a house.
“No why?” Marinette tells her.
“…..I was just wondering. You guys hang out sometimes, that’s all.”
“I mean, I hang out with you three more.” ‘Oh boy.’ Wouldn’t one of you make more sense by that logic?”
“I guess?” Alya’s reply comes out strained as we head down the front steps.
“See you guys tomorrow.” Adrien says, turning to wave as his driver opens the door for him.
“See you Monday.” Marinette calls back. She turns back to us. “I’ve got something this evening, so I gotta dash too and get ready.”
“Ooh, what?” I ask.
She smiles, a finger to her lips. “It’s a secret. Okay, see ya.” She leans forward and kisses my cheek, then turns and does the same to Alya. “Bye!”
Alya waves her off, speaking once shd’s out of earshot. “Does she know what she’s doing, exactly?”
“Try to remember she came BACK to college because she wanted to learn how to socialise and how to be a normal teen. When you really think about it, she’s basically Adrien but with a year’s experience already under her belt.”
“Damn. I never thought of it like that.”
“That’s what the good old childhood friend is for.”
“That just means you’ve had a crush on her the longest.”
“I think an arrow to the heart would hurt less than that call out.”
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You’ve heard of the gay agenda
Well this is the polyamory agenda
Is this worth putting on AO3? It’s satisfactory quality to us but only shards of a timeline/structure yet to exist
We’ll probably follow this up at some point as We write out the idea more. Def need to explore scenes with other classmates or the class doing stuff as a whole group. Chloé potential redemption arc? Kim getting back in hers and Nino’s good books. Marinette (more like everyone) simping over Kagami (another socially inexperienced asian teen prodigy, huh…..). And….. oh boy….. Lila and her BS coming into play. Plus more of Marinette slowly, slowly warming up to Adrien like, ironically, a stray cat. Not to mention more of the Moretta/designer side of things, taking commissions, and Marinette’s scientific developments, like, say, high quality screen fabric.
Bank Transfer Day & Election Day & National Gunpowder Day & Skeptics Day International
Person A makes very advanced weapons and is kept protected by the government, transferred between facilities like a dangerous weapon just due to their vast knowledge and skill of deadly weapons. When Person B starts raising conspiracy theories and getting dangerously close to figuring it out through pure speculation, people end up targeting one of the vehicles Person A is being moved in and attacking it. Person A manages to escape, and manages to run into Person B accidentally. Person B doesn’t believe Person A is who they say they are when Person A confronts them for causing trouble, but lets Person A stay with them until they can contact their connections and get safely collected.
Guess you're dancing with the devil
Got anymore headcanons or ideas for that Genius Shinsou au?
Shinsou was put in an experimental course that put together the students with the highest scores in the written portion of the entrance exam
He likes debating Present Mics quirk because they both have voice quirks
Aizawa actually tried to snatch him up after the Sports Festival but Nedzu shot that down right away
He ended up being trained by both of them because he respects the two of them a lot and he’s selfish enough that he’s not going to let either of them go
The reason he lost the SF was because he was a storm of insecurity and resentment, and he wasn’t thinking logically
A villainous quirk and a mind sharp enough to know these way to use it is a terrifying combination that made people hate him even more
Shinsou is way more fucked up here than in canon
Midoriya, Yaoyorozu, and Shinsou brotp
I can’t think of any more right now but tell me if you want any more hc
Genius au (part4)
@djinmer4 @dannybagpipesarecalling @discordsworld @look-ma-no-hands336 @sailorstar9
N/A: More of Kurt meeting Kurt.
The mission was a success, Darkholme slays the enemy, Wagner rescue the hostages and Waggoner helps in the technology defeating the sentinels in a way Wagner never could imagine, defeating them internally.
The success is great, but, it came with a coast, the machine used to bring Kurt Wagner and Darkholme to their houses are in collapse, thus, making Darkholme and Wagner have to stay on Waggoner´s dimension for a little while hence enhance the silent and oppressing silence.
Selca Ship: BTS..
"..Hello! Can I have a BTS selca ship? Thank you!.."
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In BTS I ship you with...
Rapmonie fly sizzle!
And because I got an hour break today and clearly had the time you only request one group, I went ahead and made you a moodboard to represent your relationship:
"Imperfection is beauty, madness is genius and it's better to be absolutely ridiculous than absolutely boring."
- M. Monroe
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@illestbxtch here is your selca ship with BTS! Hope you like it~ Let me know your thoughts! 😅
Okay but genius au where taemin and onew are in class a few days before winter break and taemin is so excited because it’s almost Christmas and he’s talking so excitedly to Onew about how Santa is gonna come
But then someone in their class who’s always kind of rude to Taemin just snorts and, “Santa doesn’t exist, smartass.”
And Taemin gets so upset and Onew gets angry and literally their entire history class is trying to tell Taemin that Santa does exist, of course he does, that guy’s just being a jerk.
“He’s just mad because he’s on the naughty list,” Key said loudly. “But you’re on the nice list, Taemin, so Santa will bring you tons of toys. He’ll probably even bring you a rocket.”
“Yeah, Taeminnie, Santa’s gonna bring that big rocket you put on your Christmas list,” Onew said.
Taemin wasn’t convinced, and he had the saddest pout on his face when he looked up from his textbook to whisper to Onew, “Santa’s not real, is he?”
“Of course he’s real!” everyone tried to say.
“No he’s not,” Taemin mumbled. “‘Cause you’re all trying too hard to make me believe it.”
He was so upset, and it made everyone else really upset too, even the teacher. Then after a moment, Taemin turned back to Onew with the most distressed look on his face Onew has ever seen.
“What about the Easter Bunny?” he whispered. “Or - or the Tooth Fairy? Who took my tooth last week? And put the money under my pillow?”
“Taeminnie,” Onew said, sighing. “I’ll tell you at lunch, okay?”
“No, tell me now,” Taemin whined. “Who took my tooth?”
“I dunno, Taeminnie. Mom? Or Dad? One of them.”
Taemin was upset. He was clearly distraught, but their teacher had to get everyone back on track. A lot of people were really mad when they found out what that guy did to Taemin, and more than a few people made his life hell for ruining Christmas for their youngest classmate.
As awful as it was, Fiddleford getting Portal straight to the head was what snapped Stanford out of his Bill-worship and stubborn adherence to the success of the transuniversal metavortex. What if that didn't happen, and Weirdmageddon came to fly 30 years ahead of schedule?
Or, a summary of an AU I will probably never get around to writing but I put too much thought into anyway.