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[craigily]

There should’ve been more episodes focusing on Adrien’s P.O.V.

Adrien’s life>>>>>>>Marinette’s life

[creativelyderangedme]

Checking Sources

I’m taking a stab at the trope I’ve seen all over the place recently. But with a different twist. Oneshot - might continue if I get the desire.

“Ladybug?”

Paris’ spotted heroine jumped slightly after being pulled from her thoughts. She’d been staring out over the city’s glittering lights, lost to the maelstrom of voices and recalled memories swarming her mind with a thoughtful (at least she hoped it was) frown on her lips. So much so, that she hadn’t noticed when her leather-clad partner had shown up to sit next to her on a night he was supposed to be taking off.

When the hell had he gotten there? She wondered, looking around quickly for any indication of how long she’d been stuck in her own head. 

“Hey Chaton, what are you doing out here? It’s my night to patrol.” She asked as another entirely panicked thought came to mind - that she’d been so dazed she’d missed the tell-tale signs of an Akuma.

But, before she could freak out any further, she took in Chat’s relative ease - or at least, he didn’t look like he was on the verge of jumping into a fight. He did seem apprehensive, though. She could tell in the way it tensed and squeezed his shoulders together like he wanted to be close, but wouldn’t dare come in contact with her.

Which made her wonder if she’d said or done anything recently to give him the idea he was overstepping his bounds. Or maybe he was mad at her for something? And wasn’t that just the icing on the cake that was her day? 

First, Lila had caused a major scene that got Marinette detention for the rest of the week (it all happened so fast, she barely remembers what the hell had even happened). Now she was having a panic attack over whether her partner was mad at her for something she didn’t remember doing? Who else was she going to piss off today?

“What’s your stance on sharing your identity?”

Panic attack on momentary pause, a dark brow shot up at the question, and if she wasn’t so wary of the way he’d said it with that uncomfortable look on his face, she probably would have been angry. But he seemed so off tonight that it was throwing her usual emotions for a loop. So, choosing not to go off on her partner, she sighed heavily, trying to keep her focus on him despite the bubbling irritation, “Chat, I’m sorry, but we’ve talked about this. Our identities are a secret for a reason.”

For the first time since he sat down (she thinks), she sees him glance her way if only slightly. The uncomfortable look on his face had softened a bit but he still has something unreadable in his eyes that makes Ladybug anxious, “So... you’ve never shared your identity? With anyone? Not accidentally or otherwise?”

If she didn’t know any better, she’d say his words were a little accusatory. 

Which, okay first off, what the fuck? And second, why was he suddenly giving her the third degree? 

Again, though, the entire display was throwing her and she knew she had to be rational about this. 

“No. Of course not. I promised you didn’t I? Once Hawkmoth was defeated, you would be the first person I told.” She stated as calmly and resolutely as she possibly can. She’d been clear from the start where she stood on the subject. 

As soon as the words left her mouth, Chat Noir visibly relaxed. Shoulders slumping and a breath heaving from his chest as he nodded, “Right. Right, of course.” He finally managed to turn to look at her and the discomfort was quickly hidden by a small smile.

The shift in his attitude was almost as disconcerting as his arrival.

“What is this about, Chatton?”

That smile faltered a bit as he looked away from her again, “There’s this-” he began but his words died before he shook his head, “No, it’s - it’s nothing. Sorry for bothering you about this. It was stupid.” 

Chat made to stand, but Ladybug caught his wrist before he could get away, “Obviously not if it brought you out here as upset as you looked. I know I can be a real stickler about the secret identities thing, but Chat, I’m not doing this to hurt you. I promise!” She implored, feeling like she’d missed something major. “If you’re being hurt or-”

Blonde hair flew as he shook his head quickly, “No, no. Nothing like that. Really. I know why you do. I won’t pretend it doesn’t suck, but I get it. Really, I do.” He tried to assure her, and while it did seem like he understood and he was being honest with her, he was still hiding something. Something that had driven him to come out and ask her these strange questions.

“Then what was all of this about?”

He had the decency to look apologetic at least as the corners of his mouth pulled up and he shook his head again, “It’s too personal - talking about it might give me away, Bugaboo, but I really am sorry about this. I didn’t mean to upset you.”

Ladybug’s eyes darted back and forth as she watched him closely, but eventually, hesitantly, she let go of his wrist and allowed him to get up.

The whole conversation left an unsettling anxiousness over her and a rather uncomfortable tenseness in the air between them as he backed away and saluted before she even had the chance to say anything - disappearing into the night.

That unease followed her home and through her restless sleep and when she woke up the next morning, she couldn’t help but let it consume her thoughts. Distracting her as she made her way to class earlier than usual.

Distracting her so much, in fact, that she almost didn’t notice the crowd gathered around two individuals crammed into her usual seat next to Alya giggling and talking loudly.

Almost.

As much as she hated it, Marinette had developed something of a sixth sense for the Italian exchange student Lila Rossi. A personal radar to warn her of the liar’s presence.

And it was going off big time.

It wasn’t uncommon for Lila to try and steal her spot when she could. Usually, it resulted in some sort of argument between Marinette and Alya when her supposed best friend defended the other girl for just wanting to hang out, and why didn’t she try being nice to the girl for once?

This time, though, Marinette was quickly made aware of three things:

1. Lila wasn’t alone.

2. Whoever this other girl was, she and Lila were already very close and that didn’t bode well for anyone - especially Marinette.

3. Adrien, who was an unfortunate captive in the crowd around his desk, looked really uncomfortable - more so than usual as he openly frowned at the desktop in front of him, trying not to associate with the things going on around him.

What the hell was going on? Marinette had only been gone from class for one afternoon! 

Alya was the first to notice her entrance to the class, giving her an unsure look from her seat (she had been pretty mad at her yesterday for whatever it was that landed her detention for the week), causing a ripple effect as Lila and her ‘guest’ looked up at her too, quieting down and catching everyone else’ attention.

The unfamiliar girl sized the noirette up before speaking, “Is this the girl you were telling me about?”

Lila put on her biggest, fakest, puppy-dog eyes and nodded softly, watching Marinette like she might lunge at her any second now. 

Like parting the red sea, the unfamiliar girl stood from her place at Marinette’s desk and the crowd around her gave her room to move, allowing her to make her way to stand haughtily before her. The girl was a tad taller than Marinette, but the platform sandals she wore made it so Marinette would need to look up at her slightly. She had dark, almost black, shoulder-length hair that hung loosely, but the color of her brows made it clear that it wasn’t natural. She’d dyed it, recently too, if the lack of root discoloration was any indication.

Marinette watched her approach with a raised brow, unimpressed by the superior gleam to the girl’s blue-green eyes.

“I heard you’ve been bullying my best friend.” She said, authoritatively, her hands propped on hips clad in Gabriel branded jeans.

There was a collective gasp among her classmates like this was some big reveal in a soap opera. 

The class rep merely blinked a moment, brow still raised because who the fuck even was this girl and why was she squaring up to her like she even had a chance? Actually, no, she didn’t care.

“I’m sorry, who are you?” Marinette asked, but her tone gave away how few fucks she actually gave about the girl’s answer.

“For your information, it’s Bianca. I just transferred yesterday. But don’t change the subject. I’ve heard that you’ve been bullying my best friend Lila.”

Before Bianca had a chance to say any more, Marinette gave her a deadpanned look, “Well, sorry to inform you, but your best friend is a liar.”

Lila could immediately be heard breaking out into sobs somewhere in the background but Marinette was quickly losing interest in this conversation. 

“I don’t think she is. I think you’re the liar. In fact, I think people like you are what’s wrong with Paris. Always trying to hurt others so they get Akumatized and I have to clean up your mess.”

I’m sorry, what? 

That had Bluebell eyes snapping to focus on the girl in front of her. Interest piqued. 

“I’m giving you one chance. Stop being a menace to society or my partner and I will take action.”

There was quite a bit to unpack from that. Like... a lot. Menace to society? Partner? Take action?

Who did this girl think she was? Ladybug?

The one thing that seemed clear to Marinette after reviewing the word choices in her own head a few times, was that this was not a friendly recommendation.

“Are you threatening me?”

She probably should have sounded a little angrier. In fact, anything would have been better than bored. But she just couldn’t find the energy. 

A triumphant smile spread over Bianca’s face, as she disregarded the lack of fear in Marinette’s voice, “I don’t threaten people. But that is a promise.”

Marinette was left to blink at her a little longer. 

Because what even was happening here? What on earth had she done that the universe saw fit to drop this steaming pile of bull on her morning?

And why did it feel like the girl was hinting at something she wasn’t picking up on? Why was her body telling her that she needed to react while her brain was taking its sweet time to catch up with everything?

“Dude,” someone from the peanut gallery stage whispered, finding it in their heart to give her a helping hand, “That’s Ladybug!”

Lila shushed them loudly, “Guys, not everyone is supposed to know! We don’t know who we can trust!”

Oh.

oohhhhh!

Wow. When she’d made that comment in her head before, she’d been joking but... seriously? Did she really just?

“You’re Ladybug?” Marinette asked, wanting to clarify and make absolutely certain that she hadn’t just imagined that last forty-five seconds of her life.

Bianca’s chin raised, literally looking down her nose at Marinette, “Normally I wouldn’t share that information with someone like you.”

Behind her, Adrien stood from his seat looking absolutely livid, but Marinette barely had a moment to even register the malice in the gaze he pointed at Bianca before - 

Pfft...

Marinette covered her mouth with her hand to stop it, but nothing could hold back the onslaught now. 

They were giggles at first, tumbling from her in waves as she tried to clear her throat and treat this seriously. But before long, she couldn’t help it. She was laughing out loud, doubling over, completely ignorant (maybe not completely, but she didn’t care at this point) to the looks of confusion on the faces around her.

She made the mistake of looking back up at Bianca and that only renewed her laughing fit until it literally brought her to her knees, clutching her sides as she laughed so hard she cried.

Fucking cried.

It was a solid five or six minutes before she could breathe again. Sitting back up, wiping the tears from her eyes, she beamed at the girl standing awkwardly before her, “Wow. Thanks. I really needed that.”

She cleared her throat, clearly unsure of the strange behavior. She couldn’t blame her for that. “I don’t see what’s so funny.”

“All of it. Really.” She stood up from the floor, making a show of dusting off her pants before turning her full attention back on the girl. 

Because this was going to be fun.

“So, Ladybug, tell me this; if I’m such a menace to society, why would you entrust me with a miraculous?”

Bianca's smirk faltered, her eyes darting over to Lila for a moment, both of them looking a little lost for words. As was everyone else for that matter.

Even Alya, whose mouth hung open at this revelation. But the reporter flew to her phone, swiping quickly, "when?! There were no new heroes! How do we know you're not lying?"

Oh good. They were playing right into it. One thing you could always count on with sheeple... they always follow.

"Huh, well, then I guess if you can’t believe me at my word, it would be pretty easy to fact check." Her tone was a bit forced on those words and the reporter had the decency to look taken aback, "You could always just ask Ladybug, here."

"Well I-"

"Or you could ask her partner. Seeing as how he saw me transform."

Bianca's mouth snapped shut. It was still hit or miss whether or not Marinette was bluffing. And it's easy to claim something like that when the only other person who could confirm or deny the facts was not present.

This had been Lila’s game the whole time. The difference was, Marinette wasn’t lying.

But neither of them could take that chance.

Because neither of them knew what she knew.

And Ladybug was definitely in this room, but it wasn’t who they all thought it was.

"I asked her to give you a chance. Because I wanted to help you. I thought being a hero would make you a better person. But you just kept bullying me!"

"E-exactly."

Ah, so they were going to go this route, hmm? She could work with that. And given Lila’s proclivity for being Akumatized, maybe she could mess with Hawkmoth too while she was at it. 

Because it was only a matter of time before someone was targeted.

"How very generous of you, Lila," She said in her sweetest voice possible, but even to her own ears, it sounded fake. How did Lila keep this up all the time? “But, that’s not what you said on the tower when we fought that Akuma together.”

"What did you think I would say when you were obviously unfit to be a Hero! I didn’t want to risk you turning on me.”

“You didn’t think I was unfit when I helped save you and Chat Noir.” This time, it felt a little more realistic when she put the hurt look on her face, glancing away.

In the process, she caught sight of Adrien giving her a strange look. One she couldn’t really put a name to. But it was different than all of her other classmates. Why did he seem so much more confused than the others? 

The girl scoffed, "leave my partner out of this." She demanded, and it felt like a desperate attempt at redirecting the conversation. 

Fine. She could work with that too.

"You... do know that your 'partner' is my best friend, right?" She turned an apologetic look to Alya she only half meant, "sorry Als, but - you know," Marinette pointed between the two of them indicating the distance that had grown between them. They weren't nearly as close as they'd used to be. And while they were still friends, Marinette had a hard time categorizing her as her 'best friend'.

And the implication wasn't wasted on the reporter either. She was left staring wide with bewilderment and hurt. But Marinette was less positive it was because of not being best friends anymore and more that she hadn't told Alya that she spent time with one of the heroes she loved to chase.

"My partner would never hang out with someone like you."

God, she was just a broken record, wasn’t she? Did she really still think she was bluffing?

With a scoff and a soft shake of her head, Marinette pulled her phone from her pocket and swiped through her pictures until she found what she was looking for.

She wasnt trying to be smug about the way she flipped her phone around so she could show the class, but she definitely couldn't help the little smirk that pulled at her lips as the class gasped again, pulling closer so they could study the photo.

A photo of her and Chat Noir sitting a little too close together on her chaise lounge. Marinette sticking her tongue out at the camera, while chat gave the overly kawaii victory peace sign over his left eye like he was straight out of an anime. It was one of her favorites. They'd spent nearly the whole night binging on shows together after a particularly stressful day. The pictures had been a side effect of too much sugar, not enough sleep, and good company. And for some reason when Chat found out she’d been Multimouse, that increased her ‘coolness factor’ and they had something in common.

Of course, she couldn’t tell him that wasn’t the only thing they had in common.

Either way, it had brought them closer together as friends and they hung out often. 

Which was a reprieve given that most of her friends had abandoned her anyway. 

As Bianca stared a little blankly at the picture, a number of voices all began to pick up around them.

"You're actually friends with chat noir? That's so cool!"

“Does that mean you hang out with the other heroes too?”

“What is Chat Noir really like?”

"Wait, then that means you really were a hero? I thought heroes had to keep their identities secret."

That’s the one she’d been waiting on. Quickly silencing the others with a pointed look back at Bianca, "They do. But I'm not a hero anymore, am I Ladybug?"

"I-I..."

"Why was it again that I’m not allowed to be Multimouse again?" She put a thoughtful finger to her chin, but she felt her own fire building in her core, “I’m pretty sure it was nothing to do with being a menace to society.”

She tapped her chin a few more times, looking around deep in thought. Catching another glimpse of Adrien studying her carefully, but she refused to let his perfectness distract her because fuck these people.

Fuck the high road.

If he was going to be mad at her for standing up for her alter-ego then fuck him too.

But he didn’t seem mad. 

In fact, as soon as she locked eyes with him, a slight smirk pulled at his lips. It was roguish and totally out of place on his angelic face, but goddamn did it do things for her.

But the smirk paired with the slightly raised brow aimed at her said, ‘Yes, what did Ladybug say?’

It’s sarcastic and playful and familiar in ways her heart is not ready to admit.

But that would have to come later.

Marinette spun back to the imposter, narrowing her eyes dangerously, "Oh right! Because I'd accidentally revealed my identity to Chat Noir. Because identities are supposed to remain a secret."

"W-well th-there are exceptions!" Bianca tries to defend, but Marinette isn’t going to let her.

“No, I think you, just like your supposed best friend, are a liar. You’re not Ladybug. You don’t know a damn thing about Ladybug. Because if you were, you’d already have been beaten. You’ve been in this classroom all of what, one day? And the entire class already knows your ‘identity’? We’re all lucky you aren’t one of the heroes, otherwise, Hawkmoth would already have won!”

She was fuming now. All of the emotions finally catching up with her. She thrust an accusatory finger at Bianca, making the girl stumble back slightly, “You don’t know a damn thing about what it takes to be a hero. What they have to sacrifice to keep people safe. Besides, Ladybug and Chat Noir don’t even know each other's identities - why the hell would Ladybug share something like that with a classroom full of people who’ve been Akumatized at least once and not share that with her own partner?!”

Whatever fear she’d instilled in the new girl quickly swapped for something much closer to fury as she reclaimed her balance and advanced on Marinette with a fire burning in her eyes. “How dare you call me a liar, you little fucking brat!” 

Surprised at the outburst, Marinette didn’t move when she saw Bianca raise her hand to strike her, instead, closing her eyes and bracing for the blow.

A blow that never connected. 

A gasp brought Marinette to peak open her eyes before they widened at the scene.

Bianca stood where she had previously, hand raised and poised to strike. But just behind her, Adrien had moved - impossibly quick, seriously when the hell had she gotten up? - and grabbed the girl’s arm, hand clutching tightly at her, keeping her still.

“A-Adrien!”

“That’s enough.” He hissed at her, voice low and threatening. “If it wasn’t clear before, it definitely is now. You’re not Ladybug. She would never raise a hand to a civilian like that!”

“B-but - !” Lila tried to come to her ‘friend’s’ defense but was silenced when he shot her an equally terrifying look.

“I’ve had enough of you trying to turn everyone against Marinette. I knew you both were lying when you ‘accidentally’ revealed Ladybug’s identity to me yesterday, but I didn’t have proof to prove it. You’ve been lying to everyone about everything!”

Wait... The way he’d said accidentally... why did it seem so familiar? 

Her thoughts of the blonde-haired, green-eyed model were very suddenly replaced with thoughts of a similarly blonde-haired, green-eyed superhero who’d come looking for her on his night off, asking if she’d ever ‘revealed herself, accidentally or otherwise’.

“Adrien! Y-you’re hurting me!”

Marinette’s eyes were drawn to the boy’s hand, still tightly clutching Bianca’s in a vice grip that would likely leave bruises.

But that’s not what she was focused on. Instead, it was the familiar shape of his silver ring that drew her eye. Familiar because she’d seen him wear it since the first day she’d met him and never took it off. 

Except for the day they’d done the shoot for her website.

The day she and Chat had to switch Miraculouses.

Adrien.

Adrien was Chat Noir.

Her kitty had been there the entire time.

That’s why he’d been so angry. That’s why he’d looked so upset. That’s why he’d come looking for her and asking such strange questions!

Because Lila and her lackey had chosen the one person who’d know for a fact that they were lying.

And if she thought she couldn’t love him any more than she already did, she was sorely mistaken.

“What is going on in here?!”

Great.

She didn’t pay much attention to the chaos that ensued after Madame Bustier had walked in the room. Lila and Bianca had claimed Marinette attacked and Adrien had stepped in to help her and they were both sent to the hall because a number of people started speaking up and coming to their defense, suddenly not blinded by Lila’s lies any longer.

But now, she was standing in the hall next to her crush and her partner. 

“I’m so sorry Marinette.”

Her thoughts came to a startling halt as she turned wide eyes on him.

“I shouldn’t have ever told you not to call her out. I was stupid. I just hope you’ll forgive me someday.”

Marinette couldn’t help the smile that pulled at her lips, because how could she not have noticed? Model or not, that was the heart of her partner beating in that beautiful body of his. 

“There’s nothing to forgive, Adrien. Besides, at least you checked your sources.” She chuckled, finding so much irony in that statement. If he hadn’t come looking for her, she probably wouldn’t have put it together.

He turned a confused look on her.

The smile she turned on him in return was brighter than she’d given anyone in some time, “I told you, didn’t I? You’d be the first to know.”

[zenniaphoenix]

I’m writing and I just realized something awful.

Hawkmoth akumatized Lila the first time knowing that she lies constantly. He literally says “aHhHhh jealousy, deceit, and the desire to be a superhero,” while he’s opening his secret lair window. Then he tells her “I’m giving you the power of illusion. From now on your lies will come to life.”

I see in fics a lot that people are saying he’s trusting her now, by letting her hang out with Adrien. He even says he is trusting her to her face. I had totally forgotten that he knew 100% that Lila is a potato sack filled with lies when he got into this agreement he has with her. He didn’t just think she was suspicious. He knew she thought she was pulling one over on him and still allowed her (and not sweet, kind, innocent Nino) to hang out alone with Adrien in his room, to hang all over him, to attend photo shoots with him... He isolated his son from people who care about him in the name of protecting him, but threw Adrien to the lions because it might help him get some fancy jewelry.

Gabriel Agreste’s parenting is always shitty. This is just another example where he knows how much he’s hurting Adrien and doesn’t care.

[hecate-hollow]

Maridami Transfer

A fic for @abrx2002​

Dunno if this is what you were looking for, but enjoy. 

Damian is transferring into the Paris class and he’s giving a single warning to anyone who thinks they can continue to target his beloved in his presence. 

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Lila was having a good day, special emphasis on was. She’d been on her way to meet up with Alya for a late lunch when she noticed Marinette sitting outside a little café with a boy. It wasn’t anyone Lila recognized because, if it had been, they would have known better than to be around Marinette. Who wants to be around a bully after all?

The guy in question didn’t look like a nice guy. Dressed in all black and a leather jacket, with dark skin and black hair? He looked a bit like a biker, she figured, not that it was important. What was important was that he was with Marinette, and Marinette wasn’t supposed to be with anyone. So, she snapped a picture and sent it to Alya playing up a story about how she was worried about Marinette and how she couldn’t believe she would get with someone so dangerous looking in an attempt to make Adrien jealous. The reported bought it hook line and sinker, and all Lila had to do was wait until school arrived the next day.

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Marinette was both nervous and excited for Monday morning. She hated school because everybody seemed to hate her no matter what she did. It was isolating and she found herself in the art room most of her free time because students not in the art program weren’t supposed to be in there (not that it ever stopped them). Still, Marinette hopped it would be more bearable now. There was a new exchange student transferring into her class, and Marinette knew for fact he wouldn’t fall for Lila and her blatant lies.

Of course, that didn’t stop them from trying.

Marinette had been asked to show the new student around before class began, later dropping him off at the principal’s office so a few more things could be finalized, which she did. She left him with the principal and made her way to class. People usually ignored her when she walked in, but not today.

“Girl, I can’t believe you would stoop so low!” Alya called, shoving her phone too close to Marinette's face for her to be able to see anything. She took a step back and scanned the photo in front of her. It was a grainy shot of Marinette at the café she’d gone to for a date over the weekend. It was clear she was the girl sitting there, but the guy she was with was questionable at best.

“I didn’t realize you had taken to stalking me now, Alya.” That sent the teen reeling.

“It’s not stalking! Lila saw you on her way over to my place. I can’t believe you would cheat on Adrian like this?”

“I’m sorry, what?” Adrien in question was sitting in the back of the room doing his best to ignore everything and everyone.

“Oh please. We all know you two have been secretly dating. How else do you explain the way you both sneak off together all the time?”

“I’m sorry, what?” He repeated, trying not to laugh when he caught Marinette’s exasperated look. They definitely weren’t dating. They were close friends, sure, and they spent a lot of time together outside of class for a plethora of reasons, one being superheroing, and another being the fact that they were some the only people in class not under Lila’s spell, but they weren’t dating. Adrien didn’t have a death wish. He knew who Marinette was dating, and he would be a dead man if the guy ever learned he’d even thought about making a move on his beloved.

“I’m not dating Adrien,” Marinette assured them.

“Oh, so you’re just making the rounds then?” Lila suggested. “That would explain so much. I heard a rumor from a few guys on campus—”

“I would suggest you stop talking now.” Lila felt a chill go down her class. Actually, the whole class did. Standing in the doorway was—

“Holy shit? Is that the guy from the photo?” Alya whispered, trying to compare the two.

“Oh, Damian, I didn’t think you’re meeting with the principal would be done already.”

“We just had a few scheduling things to alter, it didn’t take long, and I remembered how to get back to the classroom, so I decided to come back and find you early.”

“Okay, but why?” Alya asked. “You’re literally one of the most attractive people I’ve ever seen, why would you want to meet up with Marinette of all people. She’s a bully and a liar.” Damian did not look impressed. He raised a single brow in the reporter’s direction before his eyes drifted around the room.

“Agreste,” he greeted noticing the model.

“Long time no see, Damian.” That was the most the two interacted before everyone’s attention returned to Alya.

“Angel, is this the girl who’s been spreading rumors about you?”

“Yes and no, it’s mostly Lila and Alya. The others just don’t…I dunno. They don’t fact check, just buy into it.”

“So, you’re stuck in a class of idiots.”

“I wouldn’t call them idiots.”

“I was being nice.”

“Excuse me? I don’t understand who you think you are to call us idiots.”

“A smarter individual? I mean? Mari’s told me all about the Italians little reign of terror. I’m surprised Marinette’s parents didn’t transfer her out of this pathetic excuse of a school already. Lord knows there are better schools she could easily get into.”

“If you don’t like the school, why are you here?”

“Because I like Marinette.” He kissed her cheek. “Wherever she is I want to be there as well.”

“So, you’d rather be around a bully than someone nicer like Lila? I guess that’s a match made in heaven then since both of you seem to get off on looking down on the rest of us?” Damian laughed. It was more of a quiet huff, but Marinette had heard it before and knew what was coming.

“The fact that you think Marinette is a bully is laughable. More importantly, the fact that you can’t tell you’re a bully is even more laughable.” The comment was directed at Alya and Lila because those two had been the main perpetrators of this entire ordeal. Lila took that moment to spring her usual tears, trying to gain the sympathy vote, but Damian ignored her and continued. “I’ve been compiling evidence. Marinette saved all the messages you sent her before she changed her number, those fake accounts you made to trash her design site with bad reviews? Yeah, we traced those to the IP addresses, and low and behold guess who we discovered they belonged to. We have security footage of physical assault on campus grounds, and there’s an entire slander campaign running on the Ladyblog against Marinette which is not quite legal.” Damian threw his arm around Marinette and pulled her protectively against him. “I figured I would give you a warning and a chance to stop before I release the flood gates.”

“You want to sue us?” Alya screeched while Lila simply paled at his revelation. “What gives you the right?”

“Well, considering I intend to marry my beloved sometime in the future, I’ve decided to take it upon myself to go ahead and do what I can to protect her now.”

“Wait, Damian, what is this about marriage?” Marinette stared at him, but Damian only shrugged.

“I’m not proposing now. I won’t for a few years, but when I do, you’re not going to see it coming, Angel. I love you.”

“I know but—”

“No buts. I love you and—” his glare returned to the two teens who’d been leading this conversation, “If I learn you haven’t stopped harassing my beloved, I will bring down the might of the entire Wayne Enterprises Law team on you, and I promise, you will have no future after they are done.”

“You shouldn’t threaten your new classmates, Damian.”

“I just wanted to make sure we are all at an understanding,” He smiled. “By the way, I’m your new classmate. My name is Damian Wayne, I transferred her from Gotham Academy, and there are three people in this room who I’m willing to talk to casually. You know who you are, if you have to guess if it might be you, the answer is no. And I meant every word I just said. Harass my beloved again and I will end you in court. Cease and desist notes have already been sent to your families as of today, so I’m sure they’ll like to have a few words with you as well.” He gave them a chilling smile and headed towards the back of the classroom where Nino and Adrien were already sitting.

“Should have known better than to think you wouldn’t make some kind of dramatic entrance,” Nino huffed, barely looking up from his tablet. “Good to see you again though.”

“How’s the music going?”

“Better now. Thank’s for your help with getting me in contact with some celebrities. They let me shadow them over the summer, it was an awesome time.”

“And my father’s letting me look after more of the business aspects of the company after spending the summer with Tim and Bruce,” Adrien added. “Feel like having the chaos kids in one place again is going to be a bad time for everyone who’s not us.”

“But it will be a good time for us,” Marinette teased, pushing Damian into the seat. “Welcome to Paris, Damian.”

“Thank you, Angel. There’s nowhere else I would rather be right now.”

[charlietheepicwriter7]

So, I had a plot bunny this morning that I’m probably not going to continue, but...

So, it takes place an undisclosed amount of time after Bustier’s class started falling for Lila’s lies and distancing themselves from, if not outright bullying, Marinette. She moves schools, the class is happy because this is salt, of course they are. Then one of the students, I’ll say Mylene because I don’t see there that often in fics, decides that they should throw a huge party to tell Lila how much they appreciate her! But not just with their class. No, they want to invite every person that she helped. And since she helped them, Mylene tells the others in class, surely they’d want to appreciate Lila too, right? So they start contacting people. 

Only, people don’t know who Lila is. Jagged Stone immediately hangs up after hearing the name “Lila Rossi.” Clara scoffs at the idea of going to the party. Charities Lila said she took part in have no record of her volunteering. Prince Ali has no idea who she is. 

None of them can understand it until they flag down Ladybug during a patrol and ask her to come. Her response: “Is Lila still lying about me? I thought I told her to stop months ago...” 

[swampythesweetsketch]

Adrien Sugar Prompt 2.0

Alas, it is time for me to expand on the Adrien Sugar idea I expressed.

BEFORE YOU READ - Be aware this is a idea for a salt fic that redeems Adrien! So some things are a tad ooc cause... honestly- have you ever read any salt fics??? This stuff insane yo.

THE GIST

Adrien at some point has begun to doubt his role as Chat Noir. The Parisians seem to dislike him, it feels like he and Ladybug has disconnected, even hearing his classmates turn on his hero persona is getting to him. Back that with his father again drawing away from him and Lila getting away with anything she wants (INCLUDING getting Adrien in trouble when he doesn't want to do anything she wants); then there's the lack of friendship from Nino being held closer to Alya, and Marinette has never been colder towards him.

But that last point, he can admit, was his own fault. (Fun insert can be a callback to S03 E24 Ladybug and him wondering if it was even worth it to threaten Lila to go back on her lie)

After all this, he feels like he's a failure. All aspects of his life are now being closed up and the freedom of Chat Noir feels empty.

He can't imagine there being a solution to his problems. (This can take place post S3 when Master Fu gives Guardianship to Marinette / or before S3 as Master Fu obviously favored Ladybug because of her guardian training)

After one too many bad akuma fights (returning akumas or brand new ones), Paris is on the warpath on discarding Chat Noir for the umpteenth time. And Adrien can't help but to hear the most brutal brunt of the backlash. He begins loosing his grip on everything.

That means (any of these can apply): his grades slip, he loses his friendships, he loses his patience with Lila and gets dogpiled like Marinette would, and/or he gets grounded.

He then hits rock bottom. It's the middle of the night, and he can't leave his home.

"Kid, we have patrol tonight! Ladybug? Girl of your dreams?" Plagg floated above his kit, as Adrien fiddled with his ring.

It was off, constantly being turned in one palm to the other. His greens eyes read stress at every angle.

"Plagg... I don't think I can do this anymore..."

Adrien gives Plagg the ring and tells him to return with it. He's too ashamed to even reveal his identity to Ladybug. And after a long fight with Plagg- the kwami is given one order by Adrien.

To leave.

And Plagg does, but he keeps returning every night and every time Adrien turns him away. Orders him away. It falls to one night where Adrien crumbles down after everything that's happened. And the guilt of giving up Plagg breaks him.

Adrien has a meltdown and Plagg realizes that Adrien can't go on like this. But he can't convince Adrien to take him back.

Paris has noticed Chat Noir's absence and it's made their backlash worse. Ladybug has only had Plagg for an ally for a while now (maybe a week or a month? Depends) and wonders where her partner went. Lila has been reveling in the chaos and been spreading rumors on Chat's whereabouts. Which doesn't help Adrien's mental state at all.

So what does Plagg do now?

He goes to the current guardian  and tells them why he was given up. That Chat Noir no longer believes himself a worthy hero. (And this is kinda where the importance of whether the Guardian is Master Fu or Marinette)

FU resolve As Fu receives Plagg back in his care, he's mortified to hear from Plagg why Adrien gave up everything. But he's certain that the maybe- just maybe... he messed up with giving Adrien such an important miraculous. But he has to shake that off and remember how long the boy has done his job. And successfully too! But the climb of insults and the turmoil of Adrien's life has finally submerbed him.

So what else is there to do than send Adrien... a new kwami?

Yes it will break Plagg's heart to see his kit become another kwami's ward, but Plagg is determined that if Adrien can continue having any semblance of freedom with a new kwami; Then maybe Chat Noir will return.

MARINETTE resolve When Plagg comes to Marinette, the girl believes that an akuma is running amok (pun not intended) and Chat Noir got pinned before he could transform. Before she can transform, Plagg stops her.

He tells Marinette (revealing Adrien or not) that Chat Noir has given up his role. Marinette is horrified, she starts freaking out. She blames herself. How can her most valued partner given up!? Did she scold him too hard???

Plagg stops her, again, and explains that Chat just- sputtered out. The entirety of Paris seems to be angrier with Chat Noir more and more with each day and every akuma seems to be more and more capable of wiping out the black cat. That and Chat's personal life has strangled him to a point, Chat feels like he's been abusing the cat miraculous for any inkling of freedom.

Marinette is too worried at this point. With the loss of allies (After Miracle Queen post S3 / or Marinette has lost her friends to Lila) she has to think.

And Plagg convinces her... what if Chat Noir had a new kwami to help him break out of his funk?

TIME TO CONVERGE THE TIMELINE AGAIN!

With Tikki or Wayzz, they handpick a new kwami that will be delivered by Plagg. And by the next night, Adrien meets the new kwami.

Adrien picked up the black box with a exasperated sigh.

"Plagg..." Adrien already knew what was inside. "I told you-" he could feel his gut twist, a couple tears collecting in the corner of his eyes.

The shining light from the box blinded him for a second- the color seemed off but then again- Plagg was a God of Chaos.

But as his eyes squeezed shut, he heard the swish-ing of the air in front of him and he was about to cry. "Plagg I told you, I'm not going to be Chat Noir again!"

"I know that!" The voice was different. "That's why they sent me instead."

Adrien's eyes snapped open. Shock. "B-But- what?"

Aaaaannnnnddddd this is where the gist of the prompt ends! You can choose which kwami you feel could work with Adrien, whether he stays as a new hero or returns as Chat Noir, if he gets redeemed (cause this is a Adrien Sugar prompt), and if he ever starts taking control of his life. or even decides to start a new one when he breaks free of his father (and Lila).

That's it! Thanks for reading!

[dast218]

Days that turned into months and eventually years

Next 

The last few years for the Wayne family had been rough, to say the least. At one moment they were immersed in a terribly even match against the Rogues and in the next Marinette was missing from the face of the Earth. 

“I have 50 seconds left. I need to go, cover for me” the heroine directed towards her husband. Wow, yep husband. She got married at nineteen, gave birth to her currently one year old son at twenty and was surrounded by a loving family. Sure they annoyed the shit out of her but the Waynes were always there when she needed them the most. Marinette still couldn’t believe how much her life has changed. For months she was being bullied by her classmates and was mentally exhausted from keeping a leveled head with all the accusations thrown towards her from her so-called friends. On top of that, her parents started believing Lila’s lies because of her constant absences while Hawkmoth was getting stronger with each akuma. To say the bare minimum if it wasn’t for Tikki’s and surprisingly Adrien’s support, she doesn't know if she would be standing here, alive right now. 

Marinette needed a change of environment, so at fifteen she decided to take on Jagged’s offer to join him on tour, one of the best choices she ever made. She met Robin- actually Damian, totally by accident and might have or not mistaken him as a mugger, flipping him over with ease. Oops, well on the bright side her combat skills made the red traffic light vigilante fall even more deeply in love, with how he puts it “a blue eyed angel.” Unknown to her, the Bats had a night full of laughter afterwards, teasing their little grumpy brother. 

The spotted, mostly black covered heroine was pulled away from her thoughts as she felt a gentle kiss on her forehead. Looking back up at the green eyed vigilante, she smiled. 

“I got you. Stay safe”

“You know it”, kissing him gently on his lips before pulling away to find a place to recharge.  

“Aww. Lil D, get a room already!” 

Robin glared at his brother in return and simply stated with a smog smile, “We already have one.” 

An explosion was heard in the distance and before the bat duo ran towards it Dick chuckled, “Some things never change.”

 Damian vividly remembers their search for Marinette after the Rogues were defeated. The fight lasted for about 30 more minutes with his wife never returning back to the battlefield.

“Alfred, did Marinette return back home” 

“No she didn’t. I can’t track her either, she isn’t transformed.” 

A worried glance was shared between the Bats as Damien rushed to the roofs. 

“Damian!” He turned around and his face said it all. Only once had Jason seen his brother this worried and it was during the birth of Thomas, when he went to check on him in the bathroom. Damian usually suppressed his emotions and before Marinette came along they never even saw him smile. Him openly showing distress just reinforced their already set plan.

“We are coming along.” 

“Yea and don’t you think you are in this alone. Newsflash this is Pixie-pop we are talking about!” 

“We are going to find her,” Nightwing said as he approached Robin placing a comforting hand on his shoulder. “Let's split up to cover more ground.” 

They ended up searching throughout Gotham with no lead until Tikki came flying straight into Robin and Nightwing as they were rooftop jumping. She recalled what she witnessed and lead  them back to where Marinette was chained against her will, but it was too late. 

“Robin over here!” 

“Tikki! Where is Marinette !?” 

“She landed in an ally to de-transform and while I was eating we got ambushed from all sides.” Her breathing started becoming more forced and she was now rapidly spitting out random sentence fragments. 

“Tikki look into my eyes and count to 10.” Damian knew they had no time to waste but after helping Marinette through many previous panic attacks, especially early on in their relationship he understood the importance of calming down the little goddess before moving on. Tikki followed the commands and slowly started evening her breathing. 

“Marinette defended herself well but there were so many and you could just feel the tiredness radiating off of her. It was a matter of time when the masked man saw an opportunity, hit her on the back and pinned her down.” Fresh tears started to leak but the spotted goddess kept speaking, “I was hiding in her jacket and must have lost consciousness because the next thing I remember is waking up to see my holder chained and beaten up. Blood… she was covered with blood. With a shaky breath she told me that her capturers are after the miraculous, that they still hadn’t figured out that it's the earrings and said that she wasn’t about to let them have it. She forced me to take them somewhere safe. I … I didn’t want to leave her but I heard someone entering in and made the mistake of looking into Marinette’s eyes. I fled with the earrings just as Mari’s screams filled the building.” 

The warehouse was abandoned. Broken glass was spread across the floor, chairs were flipped and strips of metal were everywhere. It was the aftermath of a fight. The vigilantes had arrived too late. All that was left behind was rope and fresh stains of blood.     

“They couldn’t have gone far!”

After days which turned into weeks and eventually months of intense searching, Marinette was proclaimed dead. Damian accepted the reality last, refusing to stop looking and went several nights without sleep. 

“Damian” Burce said as he entered into their library where his son was staring intensely at the map. The map of Gotham and neighboring cities was marketed up, all the possible locations of his daughter in law were triple checked and yet not even a single trace was found.

Without looking up Damian hummed waiting for Bruce to continue.  

“I know it's difficult to acknowledge the … the events that occurred but Damian you can’t just keep isolating yourself from the world around you.” 

“I … I can’t. You can’t just expect me to give up on her… I can’t just give up on her.” 

“Damian look at me” He stubbornly didn’t move and continued staring at the map. 

With a sigh the detective carried on, “Damian, son hear me out”

The addressed man slowly turned his head around, after all it wasn’t a daily occurrence that his birth father addressed him that way. Growing up Damian never really had a strong relationship with his father, sure they had they moments but it was usually just ‘listen, fight and defend.”

“Marinette was special to all of us [Damian didn’t miss the “was” but thought against interrupting him] heck if it wasn’t for her our family wouldn’t be standing the way we are now. She brought us together, showed us what it really means to be a family even though hers abandoned her.  She made me realize that my fathering methods towards you weren’t the best.” He chuckled at the memory of a young Marinette storming into his office not giving an ounce of care that she was yelling at the one and only Bruce Wayne inside his own building. Placing a hand on Damian’s shoulder he went on, “I know you care deeply about Marinette and that you are afraid of losing her but what about your family?  We all care about you but look at yourself Damian. You haven’t been eating, you’re running on zero sleep and didn’t come upstairs for the last few weeks. Heck, your brothers and Alfred have been taking care of a crying Thomas who keeps calling out for his parents. Your son misses you. I know this is a difficult time for you but you’re not the only one who is missing her. Let us be there for you and come out to support your son.” 

For the first time in months, Damian cried. He cried about allowing Marinette to go recharge on her own, about not arriving at the warehouse fast enough, about never being able to hear her angelic laugh again and not being there for his son during his mother’s absence. He decided that from now on he is going to take care of his son just how Marinette would have wanted him to.

It's been exactly four years and here Damian stood staring at Marinette’s tombstone, hugging his five year old son tightly as tears formed around his eyes.   

In memory of Marinette Cheng- Wayne 

A loving wife, mom and in law

20XX  

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I blame all the maribat writers for pulling me into this hole of maribat shippers that I can’t get out of. This is my contribution to the daminette fandom :) 

For now this is a one-shot but I do have some ideas for a continuation.

** English isn’t by best subject so sorry for the grammatical incorrections- I tired 

[gryphonia]

PRESENTING THE PLACE OF HONOR FOR CANON FELIX...

I AM NOT EVEN REMOTELY FINISHED WITH THE MEMEs... X3