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WARNING S6 OPENING LEAKS AHEAD
Ok I don't wanna post too many leaks but...
THE REDESIGNS LOOK SO GOOD OMG THE BELL BOTTOM PANTS ON NATHANIEL, JULEKA'S HAIR, MISS HOUND AS A WHOLE AND MYLENE HANGING ON IVAN'S HORNS HELLO?? They also made Luka's eyes serpent like I just can't find the photo 😭
helloo!! i dunno if you still do ml fic asks, if you don't, feel free to ignore! I always see you in comment sections on ao3, so I figured you know a lot of em xD
Do you have any fic recs about the Miraculous Team doing all sorts of shenanigans? Just funny fics with all of them! Thanks so much🥰
Oooh yeah sure, those fics are fun! I actually don't have a ton of recs for that, but "Impromptu training exercises" is about as exact of a fic as you're likely to get, and is criminally unknown, it's a lot of fun! I found three additional fics that are looser fits, but are still in the same ballpark at least, so hopefully you enjoy them.
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impromptu training exercises by @14muffinz
“I didn’t do anything,” Rena says proudly, not flinching away from the ire of their leader. “Eagle, on the other hand…” “DO YOU HAVE IT!?” Rooster Bold shouts eagerly, running forward to shake Rena wildly by the shoulders. “Do. You. HAVE IT!?” “YES,” Rena shouts back. [Eagle deposits an heroic object of importance known simply as The Ball in Alya's bedroom. Chaos, a game of keep away, and bonding insues. Also, a spreadsheet.]
This was a really fun fic! Basically the NYC superheroes play this training game where they attempt to steal this one tennis ball from each other and hold onto it for as long as possible. It's led to this one, ratty ball becoming an important piece of superhero memorabilia.
Naturally, the Miracuteam continues the tradition.
I love how you get little vignettes of what all the different characters are doing, getting a glimpse inside their heads as they try to find, steal, and keep The Ball. If you're a fan of hijinks or the Miracuteam more generally, this'll be right up your alley!
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The 8 Weddings of Alix Kubdel by The_Rabbit42
The bet is simple: with the Rabbit Miraculous, Alix will be speaking at all of her friends’ weddings. No matter what age they tie the knot, she’ll be there looking the same. From Alix’s perspective, she’s going to each ceremony and reception one right after another in a nonstop bender.
This fic’s a lot of fun! I loved seeing all the different weddings, as well as how Alix slowly felt more and more out of place, with going forwards in time. Some of the weddings could get, uh. Exciting as well XD. And while there’s been years in-between Alix’s appearances for her friends at the wedding, for Alix, it’s only been a few hours, if that…
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One Massive Cover-Up by @madbug
When Ladybug gifted Alya Césaire the Fox miraculous, she made her promise to keep her identity a secret. People start speculating on the Ladyblog, about how Alya doesn't record Rena's fights, and one thing leads to another and before she knows it, there are multiple threads on her website about why she is Rena Rouge. Alya can't delete all the comments, that would be suspicious. So she does the one thing that no self-respecting superhero would ever do: She writes fanfic about herself. (Aka: in which Plagg decides that the best way to get more cheese is blackmail, and Adrien is oblivious)
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several people are typing by oops_I_lost_my_marbles
When Ladybug gives her private cell phone number to Adrien Agreste, the last thing she expected was Chat Noir to text her at 2:30 in the morning. Next thing you know, Ladybug has a crush on Marinette- and all of Paris knows about it. Stay tuned for a collection of startling discoveries made by the residential dumbasses of Paris. Except, it happens over text- which makes everything simultaneously better and worse.
just saw the screenshot of the leaked scripts and i don’t think i have an opinion on them just yet since theyre only parts of the scripts but i’m still angry that they chose zoe over chloe. like yeah give this random girl that was only introduced this season the bee miraculous (one of the main seven miraculous) instead of the character you’ve been developing since season one and who you’ve painted as the irredeemable villain ignoring the fact she grew up with an abusive and neglectful mother.
also the fact that they’re still using chloe as queen bee in every mechandising chance they can get! despite the fact that they refuse to give her the bee miraculous now. no one’s making and no one’s buying any merch of zoe because no one knows who she is! it’s not me insulting her, she was only introduced this season not like chloe who has been here since season one! and they know it, that’s why they’re still using chloe!
like am i the only one going crazy over this?
who’s the holder of the ladybug miraculous? our main character.
who’s the holder of the black cat miraculous? our other main character.
who’s the holder of the fox miraculous? the best friend of ladybug.
who’s the holder of the turtle miraculous? the best friend of chat noir.
who’s the holder of the bee miraculous? this random girl we only just introduced in the fourth season of the show and who we immediately gave the miraculous to nbd
make it make sense!!!
Daily Fics
(Fics I read throughout the day yesterday and enjoyed)
The Unforseen Consequences of Catwalker by Inquiet Obsolescence (Pearl484), Pearl484 ( @pearl484-blog )
Ladybug chose to have Catwalker become a permenant member of the team. As her and her team will soon find out, that was a bad call.
Adrien Augreste 2022 entry for the day 25-26 prompt: Catwalker
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Catwalking Back From Disaster by Inquiet Obsolescence (Pearl484), Pearl484 ( @pearl484-blog )
"It was good for a while, being empty. I didn't hurt anymore. But as time went on, it was like I could hear myself from far away, begging for permission to come back."
After the disaster that was Catwalker, Adrien reflects on his newfound apathy.
Adrien Augreste 2022 entry for the day 31 prompt: Healing
Sequel to The Unforseen Consequences of Catwalker. It is strongly recommended you read that first.
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Chat Walker's Trial by Inquiet Obsolescence (Pearl484), Pearl484 ( @pearl484-blog )
Instead of Catwalker showing up to serve as her new Chat Noir, Ladybug is stunned to find that Chat Noir has returned to her, having "improved" himself by repressing his emotions, memories, and willfulness. Deciding that this will not stand, she organizes her teammates to convince Chat Noir that giving those traits up and becoming the perfect partner was not the right move, but how can she argue against perfection?
Adrien Augreste 2022 entry for the day 23-24 prompt: Swap
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More stuff from Pearl484. This is really Adrien angst hour, general warning for all these stories, Adrien is very depressed.
Ladybug: Okay, I have made a very detailed list of all of your weaknesses in case we need to fight one another.
Chat Noir: That’s… weird, Bugaboo
Ladybug: Oh, you don’t believe me?
Chat Noir: Oh, no-
Ladybug: That’s fine, I’ll just show you. Queen Bee? *throws a pair of shoes*
*Queen Bee runs after them*
Ladybug: Clothes. Carapace? Can’t act or lie to save his life. Also, extreme hair envy of Chat Noir. Rena Rouge? *smashes phone*
Rena Rouge: No!
Ladybug: Her phone and blog.
Rena Rouge: *sobbing* You’ve spent a lot of time thinking about this, haven’t you?!
Ladybug: *fixes the phone and hands it back to Rena*
King Monkey: Ooh! Ooh! Do me next!
Ladybug: King Monkey? Over-competitive and has an inability to unleash his full power due to his overwhelming fear of hurting the people he cares about.
King Monkey: Some might say that’s a positive quality!
Ladybug: It’s not. Ryuko? Crippling self-doubt mixed with overwhelming hubris.
Ryuko: That’s… weirdly specific.
Ladybug: Pegasus? Robots and tech. Viperion? *throws him an iPod* Music.
Chat Noir: Okay, we get it. Some heroes are easy to take down, but your “files” don’t have anything on m-
Ladybug: *squirts him with a squirt bottle*
Chat Noir: *hisses and runs away*
Ladybug: Any questions?
Pegasus: Just one…what’s your weakness?
Ladybug: That’s not imp-
Chat Noir: It’s very simple. She twisted her ankle when she was a kid. If you keep her off balance, her injury will act up on her. Also, whenever I call her “Bugaboo.”
Ladybug: *blushes* That is not one of my weaknesses, Chat Noir.
Chat Noir: *smirks* Oh really? Then why-
Ladybug: Moving on!
(submission by @starrynighttime)
Miracuteam Adrichat. . . . . . . I'm sorry.
A meme goes around and everyone’s reactions.
Ladybug: Mortified by the idea, but if Adrien and Chat are happy, would support them.
Chat noir: Totally playing it as a joke.
Rena Rouge: Super against it, Marinette likes Adrien, and Ladynoir is her other OTP so NO.
Carapace: Totally chill with it, if his bro wants to be with Chat noir, all the support because bros for life.
Misting: She gets it
Course Of Nature (4)
Chapter Summary: *banging pots together* DAMINETTE! DAMINETTE! Word Count: 3,272 Rating: G Paring: DAMINETTE!
Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five |
Rena Rogue gagged as soon as she opened an aging door, hands covering her nose and mouth as she took a large step back. “This place stinks!”
Marinette felt inclined to agree with Rena Rogue, nose wrinkling as a foul stench invaded her nostrils, so strong her eyes stung from unshed tears. “You’ll have to get used to it,” Marinette said regretfully, “we’ll be spending some time here.”
Rena moaned, edging inside carefully, nose still pinched between two fingers.
The little off-white townhouse they’d been sent to investigate in Paris’ nineteenth arrondissement was almost charming at first sight. It sat trapped between a high fence marking the end of the street, and a baby-pink, connecting unit with a strip of green at the front only just large enough to fit a few common elder hedges.
The place itself was only slightly overrun by weeds, not enough to appear unseemly, which was probably why it was left alone by most of the unsuspecting neighbours. Marinette herself would have overlooked it completely had it not been for the large mold stain on the bottom right side of the door, and the putrid stench that coated the home. Oh, and the mission sent by Batman and Master Fu.
The inside was drowned in dust and rust, and none of the lights would turn on, so she and Rena resigned themselves to exploring the place with the limited light their torches provided.
“This is literally the worst villain hideout. Unhygienic and unaesthetic is what this place is,” Rena griped, searching through shelves for anything that looked mildly useful.
“There’s no proof this was a hideout. Just that Queen Bee sent a package here about two months ago.”
Rena stopped in her tracks. “Queen Bee? Like, Chloe?”
“No, like the politician.”
“Are you being sarcastic?”
Marinette sighed, tilting her head to the sky, eyes shut. “I thought Chat gave you a debrief?”
“Sure, but he didn’t use any names. Just said that another villain sent a package probably for Hawkmoth.”
Wily cat, making her do all the annoying jobs. She’d get him neutered the next time she saw him. “Queen Bee is a corrupt Bialyan leader, part of the light.”
“So not Chloe?”
“Not Chloe,” Marinette confirmed.
“What do we call Chloe then?”
Tired of the conversation, and without any real answers to give, Marinette returned to searching the room for clues. “Call her whatever you want, Rena.”
“Bitch it is!”
“No.”
She zoned out Rena’s following playful whinges, focused on the wooden desk that sat alone in the otherwise empty room connected to the living room that Rena was investigating.
With careful hands she pulled the drawer of the desk open, worrying her lip as her heart pumped with excitement. Where else would one keep a package but their desk?
It was empty.
Disappointed, she shut it closed, only to hear Rena’s resounding shriek.
The living room was a mess of white.
An upturned milk bottle appeared to have fallen from atop the cupboard above the stove. It must have been balancing precariously already, relying on the shut door for stability, and tipping over when Rena pulled the cupboard open.
She stood in the center of the kitchen, an orange lighthouse in a sea of white, utterly drenched, and completely miserable.
In her hands, Marinette spotted something promising.
“Is that a USB?”
“Are you okay Rena? That sucks for you Rena, but don’t worry too much about it,” Rena muttered, peeved.
Marinette scratched the back of her head and let out an awkward laugh. “Sorry. You alright, Rena?”
“I’m drenched in milk, LB. But I found a USB and I managed to keep it dry.”
Marinette cheered under her breath, getting closer to inspect the gadget. It was a simple single-toned grey stick, made by LexCorp. “Only four gigabytes?” She mused aloud, expecting something more monumental.
Rena paid her no mind, wringing her hair over the sink, and yelping when the water that poured out of it was brown in colour. “Ugh, I should have just let Chat take this mission,” Rena grumbled. “Might have even enjoyed the milk.”
Marinette shrugged, a lazy smile painting her face. “I don’t think anyone’d enjoy an unexpected milk-bath, Rena, even silly kitty’s like him.”
Rena shook her leg clean, watching with wry eyes as droplets splashed onto the floor. “You always call him Kitty or Chaton,” Rena commented. “It’s kind of cute.”
If it was Carapace saying it, Marinette wouldn’t have batted an eye, but Rena was sort of pushy, and undeniably not-so-secretly interested in Ladybug’s (love) life. Marinate could see the teasing glint in Rena’s eyes and hear the mischief in her voice, enough to get what she was suggesting.
“Yes I do,” Marinette agreed. “Because we’re partners.”
“You don’t have nicknames for me!”
Marinette raised a brow. “You’re not my partner,” she sung.
Rena pouted, jutting her bottom lip out dramatically enough that for a second, Marinette saw her mask disappear and make way for her best friend who she knew was behind it. She’d never say it aloud, lest it encourage her friend’s more dangerous habits (running headfirst into attacks without a mask or protection) but Alya’s determination and vivacity had always been qualities that Marinette admired. That, and how lush her thick locks always seemed to be.
“What about your new partner then? Lark?”
Marinette snorted. Guess Alya held some second-hand anger on her boyfriend’s behalf after all. “You mean Robin?”
Rena rolled her eyes, waving a dismissive hand in the air. “Yeah sure, Robin.”
“What about him?”
“Well if not Chat, then?” Rena trailed off, but Marinette was sharp enough to know what she’d been suggesting.
Involuntarily, her cheeks burst bright red. Memories of last night that she’d tried so hard to forget — moonlight, a surprising confession, and lips —nope! She shook the thoughts out of her head, bringing her hands to her cheeks in an attempt to cool them down.
“Oh my god! Girl!”
“N-no!” Marinette stuttered out, adamant to explain things before Rena got the complete wrong idea. “It’s not like that! I don’t like Robin! Not even in a friend way!”
“Clearly not in the friend way! Girl, does he know?”
Stupid Robin. Stupid dumb Robin and his stupid dumb lips and their stupid dumb conversation and the terrible, awful, cringe-inducing, stupid-dumb ending to last night! “No! Alya!”
“What happened to no secret identities on the field? I don’t even know yours so you’ve got an advantage there.”
“I don’t think that’s the point, Rena.”
“You’re right,” she agreed. “The point is are you gonna tell him?”
“No, there’s nothing romantic happening at all!”
Knowing better than to push when Marinette was sure she looked ready to explode, Rena simply wiggled her brows cheekily and returned to searching for hints. “Okay LB,” she said as she passed, patting Marinette on the shoulders almost patronisingly.
Marinette had to bite her lip to prevent a scream.
Perusing the little unit was much less eventful than either of the two girls expected, and in the end, they found nothing of use apart from the single USB stick that Rena had risked milk-dousing for.
“Literally the worst hour of my life,” Rena commented, inhaling deeply when they finally locked the rotting door behind them. “Never again.”
“You okay to get the USB to Master Fu by yourself?”
“Sure thing Ladybug. You go ahead and get your Z’s, you’ve got patrol tomorrow night as well.”
Marinette moaned at the reminder. Damn, and she was getting excited to make a new dress-shirt too.
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School the next day was interesting, to say the least. The class was abuzz, all gravitating around Chloe’s desk where she was sat bragging (no surprise there) about some celebrities her dad’s hotel was hosting.
“The Waynes are ridiculously famous and important,” the blonde said, leaning back against her chair as if she didn’t care at all. (She cared very much, and wasn’t as good an actress as she thought she was, Marinette noted.) “Bruce Wayne is like, the most eligible bachelor, and he brought three of his sons with him!”
“Three?” Marinette mumbled under her breath, taking her seat beside Alya. “Why does she say it like he has more?”
“He has five,” Alya supplied helpfully, flashing her a smile in greeting.
Soon enough Alya’s head was down, and her chemistry notes were out, but it was obvious that she was paying more attention to what Chloe was saying than what was on her page, but a tad too prideful to admit to herself that Chloe had anything of particular worth to say.
Chloe’s voice was loud enough that Marinette could join her friend in pretending to overhear, rather than listen to the blonde. “They’re going to be staying at my daddy’s hotel for two weeks,” she boasted.
“Wow Chloe, that’s so cool!” Rose awed. Even from the other side of the room, Marinette could stars forming in her eyes. It was like Prince Ali all over again. “I’d love to meet them! I heard the Wayne foundation helps hundreds of people every year, and that Dick Grayson is nice to everyone!”
She nudged Alya lightly with her elbow. “Dick Grayson?”
“Eldest son, I think.” Was Alya’s simple reply.
Chloe sneered, “someone like him would want nothing to do with you.”
“Well, I’m going to say hi anyway!” Rose replied hotly, learning from last time. Her chest puffed out in pride, leaving her to look like a bright pink penguin, but Marinette was happy for her. It looked like she wasn’t going to let Chloe talk her down anymore.
Chloe opened her mouth, probably to dish out an insult, but straightened as if remembering something important. “Fine,” she said instead. “Do what you want.”
Alya raised a brow and made a face that looked to a cross between impressed and disbelieving.
In a weird way, Marinette felt almost proud. Sure, each awful word out of Chloe’s mouth gave her some sort of vindication (who doesn’t love being right?) that always lead to her feeling guilty, but every time Chloe acted politely, against Marinette’s expectations, she was being influenced by Ladybug. There was something humbling about seeing her impact on the small scale, however minute it was.
“Will you all come with me?” Rose asked, wide eyes directed at the girls of the class.
Don’t look, Marinette urged herself. The moment she looked into Rose’s big Bambi eyes she’d be gone, and however much she loved Rose she needed to go to bed before patrol that night.
“Please?”
“Sure thing, Rose!” Alya agreed. “Marinette and I’d be happy to come.”
Raising her head to refute Alya, Marinette found herself staring right into Rose’s baby blues. Crap. “Yeah Rose, I’d love to come!”
Marinette’s mouth moved faster than her mind, and by the time she’d realised what she had done it was far too late. Rose had already turned to ask Alix.
God, if only Rose was a tablespoon less cute.
(“You’re going to see Dick Grayson? Can I come? I love Dick Grayson!
“Sure, Kim!”)
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Dick Grayson really was nice to everyone he met, and it didn’t take long for Marinette to understand why all of Paris seemed to swoon over him.
He was charming, had eyes bluer than blue, and a smile that looked so familiar, Marinette could have sworn she’d seen it directed at her before. Really truly, he was great. But all she could focus on was the screaming that was happening somewhere further down the hotel that nobody else seemed to care about.
Marinette inched backwards until she was out of sight, bolting down the nearest corridor, following the sound the best she could.
Tikki peeked out from inside her bag, gazing at her with questioning eyes. “Are you sure you don’t want to transform, Marinette? It doesn’t sound very good.”
“I just wanna check first, Tikki. It might not be an attack.”
It wasn’t one. What she’d mistaken for innocent lives threatened by some Akumatised being was, in fact, two boys screaming at each other in the hotel hallway. Or rather, one boy screaming as the other responded, just as heated, but not as loud.
“You will regret this, Drake!” The shorter boy seethed at the other, who stood across from him, clearly unimpressed, back slouched and left hand in his corduroy pants.
The taller one, Drake, raised his hands in apparent frustration. “It’s a room. You’ll just have to settle with sharing with Jason.”
“I had the room with Grayson first. Return it immediately!”
“You sound like a brat.”
The shorter boy huffed, launching a well-aimed kick at the taller boy’s head, which he somehow managed to block, hand still in his pocket. “Your attack will be returned tenfold,” the shorter one announced, leaving ‘Drake’ alone at last. Marinette squeaked as he walked in her direction, slipping around the corner as his eyes narrowed.
He didn’t seem to care though, walking out of the hotel without another look back.
Concerned about a potential Akuma victim, she trailed after him.
She felt childish to have been lulled in such an obviously false sense of comfort, but she was genuinely surprised when he disappeared from her sight after exiting the hotel, only to reappear behind her. He had one hand around both her wrists, keeping her from fighting back with her arms.
“What business do you have following me?”
Marinette spluttered, struggling not to let her eyes dart to her bag in concern as she felt Tikki’s concerned shudder. “I was just making sure you were okay!” Marinette insisted. “I just didn’t want you to get akumatised!”
He let go of her wrists, but his eyes were still in slits, and his knees were bent as if ready to bolt at any given chance. “Explain yourself,” he demanded.
He was pretty snooty if Marinette was being honest, but she supposed she’d be paranoid too if someone was following her. “If you get too upset, Hawkmoth will be able to use you to destroy the city,” Marinette explained, omitting some important parts about certain Miraculous’. It was weird he didn’t know any of this yet. “Are you new here or something?”
The boy sniffed in disdain. “My family landed here this morning.”
This morning…
Marinette gave his outfit a quick once-over.
Black skinny jeans; Givenchy, black shoes; Armani, Burberry jacket, and Wayne-Tech watch. Wayne tech phone peeking out from his pocket too… Rose was going to be so jealous.
(His target-brand Nightwing t-shirt confused her, though.)
“You must be a Wayne!” Marinate exclaimed, extending her hand to greet him. “I’m Marinette.”
He looked at her hand with a raised brow.
He didn’t move until her face shifted into a glare. “Damian.”
He was a little rough around the edges, but he was also mad, and she wouldn’t be Ladybug if she left some innocent person alone to be akumatised. “Nice to meet you, Damian. Do you like ice-cream?”
“I’m not fond of sweets.”
“I’ll find something for you.”
She grabbed his wrist, ready to tug him along, when he snatched his hand right out of her grip. “Unhand me!” He bellowed, looking angry again. Marinate wanted to slap a hand on her forehead, feeling idiotic for upsetting him even further.
“I’m not going to do anything weird, I promise. I just want to take you to my family’s bakery, get you some tea or something to calm you down.”
He looked on the verge of protest, but she must have said something right because he deflated soon after. “Some tea would be acceptable.”
They sat across from each other on the table nearest to the front window, seats comfortably cushioned with little round pillows that were decorated with flowers; one of Marinette’s own creations.
The bakery was one of her favourite places in the world. Little personal splashes made the place warm, from the cushions she’d made, the three small tables on the right side of the bakery for inside dining that she’d suggested herself, and the small red stain on the underside of the front counter that she’d created by spilling dye while making red-velvet cupcakes. She and her mom had spent almost an hour trying to remove any traces of it, but that little mark, shaped like a coma, was far more stubborn than either of them.
He liked rice tea, she learned. Rice tea and plum dacqouise.
Well, he never said he liked plum dacquoise, but he clearly didn't dislike plum dacquoise. Her dad had asked if he’d like anything else with his tea, and when he looked to her for suggestions, there was one thing she couldn’t not recommend.
“I’d like the Marinette,” he’d said, voice frank. Her heart had pounded at how the sentence sounded, but she didn’t correct him or mention it in case it’d embarrass him. He wasn’t a native speaker after all, so it was impressive enough he could maintain a conversation and order all on his own.
“It’s my favourite cake,” she informed him after his first bite. He replied with a ‘hn.’
Easy silence befell them as Damian sipped his tea, looking out the window with slight interest. She was eating his cake, well her cake that he bought, content to sit in silence, appreciating how he simply nodded her way when he caught her, not too miffed at her eating his food. “Did you come here for a holiday?” She asked, striking up a conversation.
He tilted his head to the side, thinking. The bright lights seemed to highlight his jawline perfectly, because Marinette couldn’t stop her eyes from trailing downward. “For business mostly, but I suppose Gra— my brother might consider this a holiday.”
“Must be nice to have so many siblings.”
Damian huffed, folding his arms the way Alya’s younger sisters did when they heard something they didn’t like. “They’re not my siblings.”
“You just said you had a brother though?”
Damian spluttered, mouth moving as he protested mutely, unable to come up with a convincing response. “It’s not fun,” he said instead, replying to her initial comment.
Marinette smiled behind her hands at his petulant behaviour, not yet brave enough, or close enough to him to laugh at him to his face. “I wouldn’t know,” she shrugged. “I’m an only child.”
“I was too, once.” Damian’s eyes had a misty quality to them that Marinette wasn’t sure she wanted to touch on. Instead, she latched on to what felt like the only tangible part of what he said.
“Are you adopted?”
Damian all but hissed, leaning over the table to exclaim his response. “I’m the blood heir! The rest of them were adopted!”
She leaned back into her seat, surprised by his outburst.
Prepared to spend the rest of the hour suffering in heavy silence, Marinette was almost grateful to see a large, thorn breaking through the bakery window, engraving itself deep into the floor.
It shook the building down to its foundations, leaving the counter and the cakes it displayed utterly obliterated. Marinette coughed, inhaling a lungful of dust and debris caused by the projectile, wheezing out a breath. Her heart thrummed as she readied herself for a battle.
“I have to go!” She and Damian said in sync. She let him leave, expecting his worry for his family, and preoccupied with planning how to get to the Akuma.
Marinette let out a quiet “sorry,” as she trapped her parents in the back room, locking the door on them so they would be safe without noticing her absence.
“Tikki, spots on!”
End Notes: hhhhhhhhh so this is actually only half of my original plan for chapter 4 so I guess you can expect chapter five soon. I was so excited for the fight but chapter 4 got so long and I felt that the fight deserved it’s own chapter and I didn’t want too many events in one chapter because it’d feel too cluttered oh man.
But also! Daminette!!!!!
Classic Bruce gets there secret identities to arrive later than their hero ones to avoid suspicion. We got our first peek at Tim, and a mention of Jason. If anyone’s wondering why Chloe only mentioned three sons,,, Jason’s legally dead so ye theres that.
Daminette!!! They met!!!!!!!!! For those curious, his acceptance of tea was thanks to his appreciation of Alfred. Daminette!!!
Things to look forward to next chapter: Akuma fight!!! Addressing the ‘Queen Bee’ situation completely, kind of addressing what happened the night damian stormed of jealous and MORE maridami goodness. (Is it obvious how much I love chapter 5 and how much I wanna get it DONE?
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someone pls draw the miracuteam after a big fight having dinner like in this epic avengers scene:
