[meme]: Send my muse ‘nightmare’ and I will show you one of my muse’s recurring nightmares
Marinette was standing in front of a house she was completely drenched as she took a deep breath and knocked on the door. She was in her Akumarized form... which was just her Ladybug costume. But she knew that she didn’t want to go and knock on that door knowing what she was going to have to do once she knocked on that door. But she knew she had to, if not then Hawk Moth would make her do it. She curled her fists and walked up to the house and knocked on the door.
A middle aged man opened the door. Marinette could see a woman and two kids standing behind him deeper in the house. She could see the fear and wonder in the kids eyes and the woman just looked disappointed. The man moved to block Marinette’s view of the family, looking firm and unwavering. She didn’t want to do this but she didn’t have a choice. If she didn’t do it willingly. Hawk Moth would make her do it by taking control of the Akuma in her earnings.
“By order of Lord Hawk Moth. You were charged and found guilty of aiding Adrien and/or Marinette along with attempted ploys against Lord Hawk Moth’s rule. Your punishment a year in the mines. I am here to escort you to the mines willingly or I will be forced to drag you there where your punishment will be much more severe.”
She spoke in a monotone voice as the father of the family looked back at his kids and wife and nodded to them. She recognized the family as the Devins, they visited her parent’s bakery about once a week before things went to hell. But the one she wasn’t supposed to bring in wasn’t the father but rather their oldest son. She knew the exact reason he was being brought in. He gave her a sandwich a week ago while she was sleeping. She only knew it was him by the initials left on the paper plate the food was delivered on.
“No Mr. Devin I’m not here for you... Lord Hawk Moth is... c...c...charging Michael. I...I’m sorry.”
She explained as Michael broke free of his mother’s grasp who started crying. And yelling at Ladybug to do something and not to take her baby boy. But Marinette knew that she couldn’t do anything, in fact this was helping him as much as she could. At least she could get him the best housing and the cleanest air section and she was able to argue down his stnencing time. But she had to walk away from the house listening to his little sister crying for him and yelling at her to stop and bring him home. But all she could do was mutter sorry over and over again as tears slid down her face as she walked father and father away from the family.