A big Halloween post, biggest one since my Deviant Art days
There is a little story behind this.
The Titans are asked by Aura's young niece (From his sister figure) Marceline if they could do a Wizard of OZ theme for Halloween. Up front you'd think that they wouldn't do it, but since the team (Especially Robin, Star, Donna and BB) have close relations with the young girls family, they go all out.
Both Merceline and Troy are Dorothy (Both book and movie versions), Robin as the Scarecrow, Cy and the Tinman, BB as the Cowardly Lion, Lycan (A good friend's TTOC) is the Wizard, Terra as Glinda and Raven as Elphaba. (Yes I'm going with the wicked approach)
Unfortunately for Aura, he got the short end of the stick. He was the only one who did not wear Robin's uniform in the Quest episode. As such he opened his mouth and said.
"A province punk ever compromises his style for anything or anyone except on time of the year...Halloween"
This bit him in the a$$, Robin and the team got Blue too put the damn uniform on...tight pants and all. (God that design is not pretty lol)
But its not a total loss, originally Starfire was going to wear one of Donna's uniforms.
(In this else-world, Robin and Troy become a couple, its based on an unused idea from the 80's and it came up in an episode of TTGO)
Instead Starfire opts to go for a more mythological idea based on Mermaids. She comes up with a mermaid style dress with the accessories to match. Believing that Aura needed a pleasant surprise despite him being stuck in Robin's uniform for his first Halloween back in Jump City.
The small animals with Blue and Star are furry companions of the team. Claire the Sphinx and Klein the Misthound.
A gift for a very cool artist I admire! Their name is Allen Allien (I think) over on Twitter! I already posted this art on Discord so ye. Please don't repost my art
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A/N: This story was posted in my Patreon a while ago. If you can’t wait to read the remaining chapters, you can read the full story on Patreon right now! As for the timeline of this story, this takes place right after Oblivio.
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“Giiirl, you’re killing me,” Alya groaned to the receiver. “I know you’re trying to spare Adrien more torture, but, again, what if your confession is the one he’s waiting for?!”
“Uuugh, I know,” Marinette whined, falling back on her chaise, holding the phone to her ear. Somehow ending up in another conversation about her confession to Adrien right after patrol. “There’s just been so many confessions, and some of them have been so good. Did you know that one of the girls actually found a copy of his mom’s movie? I mean, who can compete with that?! That was the best gift in the history of gifts!”
“Yes, and that movie also happened to be terribly pirated,” Alya added. “The view literally gets blocked by Gorizilla’s giant hand. It’s garbage.”
“But it was still an amazing try.”
“Marinette, none of that matters if it’s the wrong girl. Remember: all the girls supposedly confessing their undying love for Adrien are not actually in love with him. They’re just celebrity crushing. But you, you’re different and you know it.”
“I know I’m different.” Marinette said. “And that’s why I’m so scared to confess. This is just such horrible timing. I feel like I’d just be making his life harder.”
“Weeell,” Alya drawled. “Not necessarily.”
“Alya, come on.”
“Uuuh.”
Marinette frowned. “What is it?”
“I’m not supposed to tell you,” Alya said in a lower tone. “But you’re my best friend and I think you should know.”
“What is it?” Marinette sat up, the phone pressed even closer to her ear.
“Adrien gave Nino and I a project. He asked us to make a list of all the girls in school and cross off all the ones who have already confessed to him. Oh and Lila and Chloé. He said he’s a hundred percent sure they’re not the love of his life.”
“He’s trying to narrow it down?”
“Yeap. The guy’s so done with all the confessions. But in order for them to stop, the girl that promised to confess has to actually confess. And believe me, I will make sure to keep you in the list of potential love-of-the-life-of-Adrien-Agreste.”
“Alya! Please don’t use this as another scheme to get me and Adrien together!”
“I’m not!” she insisted. “I’m following Adrien’s instructions to the letter. He said to make the list and to cross off any girl who had already confessed or are in a relationship already or have already proved one way or another they’re not interested in him. And you, my sweet cherry blossom, have none of the requirements. Which he didn’t know ‘til today, I might add.
Anyway, the point is that, by Adrien’s own rules, you could potentially be the girl he’s waiting for. And I’ll be there to make sure you don’t get crossed off for the wrong reasons. So, in other words, if you confess to him, you’d be doing him a favor, because you’d be helping him narrow down his search.”
“For something you weren’t supposed to tell me, you sure were eager to spill the beans,” Marinette deadpanned.
“Only for the benefit of the girl I know is the girl.”
“Th-That’s so u-unlikely,” Marinette stammered.
“You don’t know that!” Alya insisted. “C’mon. Don’t you think it’s one wild coincidence that, the very day you decided to finally, officially confess to Adrien, he happens to tell Nino that the girl he loves is going to confess?”
“Alya—”
“Not done,” she insisted, making Marinette press her lips together. “You also happen to create this special macaron, with a special package, with special design on it, as part of your confession? And the first clue these girls get is that the special girl is supposed to give him a gift of some sort? Girl, your confession screams of Adrien’s special lady. Besides, didn’t you say you told one other person of what you were planning?”
“Well, yeah,” Marinette said. “Just a friend I know.”
“And how do you know that friend?”
“U-Um,” Marinette bit her nails, trying to think of a white lie, “w-we, um,” she sighed, “I actually don’t know what he looks like. We talk in anonymity.”
“Aha! Pen pal!”
“Something like that,” she muttered.
“Then who’s to say that pen pal is not Adrien?”
“And who’s to say the right girl is not one of the hundreds of girls in school!”
“Dozens,” Alya corrected. “Out of a hundred and thirty-two students in the whole school, only seventy-three of them are girls. Of those seventy-three, thirty-three have already confessed, seventeen are already in a relationship—six of them with each other, I might add—plus Lila, Chloé and Alix got crossed off. That only leaves twenty girls left, you among them. And Adrien is pretty freakin’ sure that special lady is one of you.”
“Wow, I really thought there’d be more!”
“Exactly! Honestly, at this point, you’re the only girl who fits Adrien’s description. And I’m pretty sure he will be crossing off a few more names from that list tomorrow. Basically, what I’m saying is: You’re the only girl who can take Adrien out of his current misery.”
There was silence from Marinette. All the new information left her reeling, wondering a hundred things at the same time. And far more confused than she had already been during patrol earlier.
“Okay,” she said quietly. “I’ll do my best to do it tomorrow.”
“Atta, girl!” Alya celebrated. “I promise to help you out in giving you guys the privacy you deserve.”
“Thanks.” Marinette smiled.
The girls spoke for another half hour, Alya making up ways in how she could make sure they don’t get interrupted by another gross ‘confession’ from the fans. With plans A, B, C and D, she was finally content enough to turn in for the night.
However, Marinette was in a complete opposite mood. She tried distracting herself sowing, but her mind was too far away from the task, causing her to prick her fingers several times. She then tried designing. But, once again, her brain did not cooperate.
“Marinette, it’s already past one in the morning,” Tikki said.
“Yeah,” said girl responded absentmindedly. Her pencil was still on her sketchbook, doodling the design she made for Chat Noir for the twentieth time that night.
Out of all the names Chat Noir could’ve used, of all the people in Paris, he chose to call her by her real name. Even if it was accidental. Even if he hadn’t meant it. It didn’t change that it happened.
What were the chances he was right? And if he was, would it be a good thing? Or a bad thing? How would it change their relationship, with and without the masks? How had she not considered the very real possibility of him being right?
“Uuugh.” Marinette’s hands slid down her face. “How can I be so sure of what I want, yet so scared to actually act upon it?”
“So, you want Chat Noir to be Adrien?” Tikki asked.
“I-I... Maybe? I dunno. Wouldn’t it get awkward between us, if he is? After rejecting him so many times—”
“Don’t forget he rejected you, too.”
“Well, that’s true. Though, my supposed feelings weren’t real. Explaining that will also be awkward. Gah!” Marinette grabbed her head, right before resting it on the sketchbook in front of her. “What was I thinking when I agreed to this dumb deal? And why is it that the idea that he could be Adrien is not as crazy as when Alya had suggested it at the beginning of the school year?”
She let out a long sigh. “This needs to end,” she declared. “I have to stop overthinking, and just get it over with, like ripping off a bandage. For my sanity and his sake.”
“That’s the spirit!” the kwami cheered.
* * *
Adrien just wanted someone to save him already. Before class started, seven girls had already tried catching his heart. One of them even went as far as giving him five different presents. Marinette had to, once again, intervene to make sure no akuma was created from that particular encounter. Unfortunately, he was unable to thank her properly, too conscious about the fact that he called Ladybug by Marinette’s name the day before.
What was worse was that he was very much aware of the fact that Marinette was among the girls who could potentially be Ladybug. The only girl in their class who could potentially be Ladybug. What Nino and Alya hadn’t known was that Adrien ended up crossing off four additional names due to having witnessed them as akumas. Thus, eliminating Sabrina, the only other girl from their class originally in the list.
That left only sixteen girls in the whole school who could still be Ladybug. And one of them was starting to look more and more like the girl he loved. But what if he was wrong? He couldn’t risk going to her, giving her his heart, and being completely wrong. Yet, his heart was starting to skip a beat every time he merely got a glimpse of her.
Having her helping out with the other girls also didn’t make things any easier.
“Second potential akuma has been defused,” Marinette sighed, as she walked towards the lockers. “I really thought they would start getting tired today.”
“Dude, it’s, like, the complete opposite,” Nino chimed in, closing his own locker. “They don’t understand a no is a no. I mean, they’re just coming off as insensitive and selfish at this point.”
“I don’t think fans really think about that,” Adrien commented, rubbing his temples. “All they care is about having an opportunity with me, and that’s it.”
“That’s so shallow,” Marinette huffed.
“Adrien?”
The boy whined when he heard his name. When he turned, he was surprised to find Sabrina, Aurore and Mireille standing close to Marinette. He was lightly amused at how the girl quickly squinted her eyes at them.
“Sorry to bother you,” Sabrina said, “but we wanted to let you know that the three of us aren’t interested in asking you out, and we’re not the girl you’re looking for. Also,” she lowered her voice and leaned closer, “Chloé is not the girl either. She doesn’t talk to anyone she doesn’t know in person. I know because I sort out her emails and messages.”
“We just didn’t want you to worry about us,” Aurore added. “Although I’m personally part of your club, I was very insistent about not being part of this charade. Sadly, I was in the minority. But just so you know, the club has a list of potential gifts that get crossed off every time one of the girls fails.”
“My fears have been confirmed,” Adrien whispered, his hands sliding from his temples to his hair.
“Look on the bright side,” Nino palmed his best friend’s back, “now you know for sure she’s not in your fanclub. So, she really is in it for real.”
“I guess,” he muttered, finally putting his arms down. It was just then that he noticed Alya arrive and elbow Marrinette. He gulped.
“Oh!” Marinette yelped. “Uh, Adrien, I was wondering...” Her gaze turned to the other girls. They seemed to immediately understand and bid them goodbye. Adrien frowned. “I was wondering if you wanna hide out in the art room today at lunchtime.”
“With the art crew?” he asked.
“W-Well, uh, not exactly.” She fiddled her hands together. “You see, Professor Monlataig thought it would be a good idea to get some of the art club students to take on an outdoor project. So they were talking, and found this cute little business that was looking for someone to make a mural, but I wasn’t really sure I wanted to participate, so I talked to Alix—”
“Long story short,” Alya loudly intervened, “the art club will be out, and no one expects you to be in the classroom, so Marinette is offering to hide you there.”
“Oh,” Adrien breathed, absentmindedly twisting the ring on his finger. “That sounds great! Thank you, Marinette.”
“Psh, not my problem. I MEAN, no problem! It’s my pleasure to help out a friend.” She then proceeded to smack her face. Clearly in embarrassment. “C’mon, Alya. Class is about to start.”
Without another glimpse at him, she grabbed her best friend by the wrist and walked away. Adrien closed his locker to head in the same direction, when Nino spoke up: “Yo, I just looked at the list. And, with Mireille, that narrows it down to only fifteen girls. Though, how come Sabrina and Aurore were already crossed off?”
“A hunch!” Adrien rapidly responded. “And other clues I had already gotten. Wait, did you say fifteen?”
“Yep.” Nino showed his phone screen, with the list they shared.
Adrien grabbed the phone, his heart skipping another beat as he noticed that, out of the few girls left, the only name he recognized was Marinette’s. From the look of it, she would be the only one who would make sense. Unless he really didn’t notice someone else. Meaning he completely missed Ladybug.
Nope, don’t go there, he mentally scolded himself.
“Hey, Nino, can I ask you a favor?” he found himself saying. The boy hummed. “Is there any chance you can find a way so that... um...” He gulped, heart beating faster than usual. “So that Marinette and I can be alone today? At lunchtime?”
When he looked up from the phone, Nino seemed to be trying his best to hold in a smile, but completely failing at it.
“I think that can be easily arranged,” he responded, a glint in his eye.
* * *
The road to the art classroom had been slightly tricky, trying to get there without anyone noticing Adrien’s presence. Luckily, Nino, Alya and Marinette made sure no one saw him. Once in the classroom, the four of them collapsed on the platform next to Alix’s mural.
“Peace and quiet,” Adrien breathed.
“For real, this classroom almost feels like a whole other dimension,” Nino said. “A little too quiet for my liking, but free of crazy fangirls.”
“Some people just don’t know where to draw the line,” Alya commented. “Gosh, all this running around has made me really hungry. You guys want some snacks?”
“Sure.”
“Already?!”
Marinette squawked, at the same time as Adrien had responded. The other three stared at her.
“I-I mean,” she said, “I knew you were thinking about getting something, I just didn’t think you’d leave so soon.”
“Sorry, girl, I’m starving.” Alya shrugged. “Which reminds me, I’m gonna need a second pair of hands. Nino, can you come with me?”
“Wait, you’re taking Nino?” Adrien asked, suddenly as self aware as Marinette.
“Sorry, dude. If my girlfriend needs me, she needs me,” he said, with feigned resignation as he stood up. “We’ll be back soon. Don’t worry, I’m sure you’ll be safe here with Marinette.”
Adrien turned to said girl, who was looking flushed. He looked back at the couple, only to find them already waving at them from the door. In mere seconds, they were gone, and he was alone with Marinette. Completely and utterly alone. Just like he had asked Nino.
And yet, he hadn’t been prepared. He wasn’t even sure about what exactly was he hoping for. Or if what he hoped for could even happen. His hands felt around the platform, attempting to find a relaxed position. If it was even possible.
“So,” Marinette suddenly started, thought not looking at him, “how many today, so far?”
“Eighteen,” Adrien said with a sigh, directing his gaze at the door.
“Wow,” she said. “That’s a lot for barely being midday.”
“It really is,” Adrien agreed, easing into the conversation. “I’m getting really tired of rejecting girls over and over again. If only… she would confess already, this would all be over. But I can’t exactly push her to do that.”
“I’m sure she will soon,” Marinette said quietly. “Say, since we’re on the subject, I was wondering: So many girls have confessed at this point, and I know you’re very irritated already, b-but, what would you do if a friend were to c-confess to you?”
Adrien blinked, right before turning to her. He immediately got a flashback of Nino touching on the subject the previous day. Had he known? Perhaps not the thing he should be thinking about in the moment. Then again, their current predicament worked a little too well, when he barely asked for the favour that very morning.
“Why do you ask?” he couldn’t help but say.
“J-Just curious!” she rushed to say. “You know, because it’s not the same turning down some girl you don’t even know, than say Sabrina, or Alix, or Kagami.”
Or you? Adrien thought, once again conscious about the fact that Marinette was one of the few people still not crossed off the list of potential Ladybug’s in the school. Is it possible? Could she be? Am I reading too much into it?
“Well,” he started cautiously, his stomach doing annoying summersaults, “I guess it depends. I know I’m tired of getting confessions, but if someone who hasn’t approached me suddenly decides to, I’ll be paying close attention, just in case.”
“And if that friend turned out to not be the girl?” Marinette asked quietly.
“If they’re my friend, I think they would understand if they’re not the person I’m looking for. I just hope it wouldn’t hurt our friendship, especially if it’s someone I care deeply about.”
“I see,” she said. Adrien leaned an inch closer, ears perked, waiting her next words. “Um, wh-what if I told you I know of a friend who—”
The door slammed open as the most despicable person in the school walked in.
“There you are!” Lila said, with feigned sweetness. “I was worried you left the school. How are you Adrien?”
“What is it, Lila?” Adrien asked, without even bothering to respond to her question.
“Oh, nothing much, I just wanted to give you something.” She placed a small box next to him on the platform. “I had been meaning to tell you—”
“No.”
Lila made a strange noise, clearly not expecting to get rejected so quickly. Adrien could feel Marinette shaking next to him. Probably resisting the urge to laugh.
“You didn’t even let me finish—”
“No,” Adrien reiterated. “You’re not her. I at least know that much.”
“But you haven’t even seen—”
“I already got proof that you’re not her, so please don’t bother trying.”
Lila blinked. “Gotcha!” she said suddenly, letting out a light laugh. “Of course I’m not her, silly. I’m just playing with you. As a real friend, I would never put you through such an uncomfortable situation. I think any friend stooping so low to be part of those girls doesn’t even deserve to be called a friend.” Lila tossed her hair back. “Anyway, I did want to give you the quiche, I know it’s your favorite. I hope the real girl turns up.”
With a last smirk, she turned back to the door and shouted a ‘bye Adrien!’. Said boy shook his head and placed a hand on the box.
“You think it’s poisoned?” Adrien joked. However, he didn’t receive a response. Not even a chuckle. When he looked at Marinette, she was pale. “Marinette?”
“Is quiche really your favorite?” she asked.
“My favorite what?”
“Your favorite pastry.”
“No?” Adrien arched a brow. “I mean, I love quiche, but it’s not exactly my favorite. Though, this is getting uncomfortably close to what I’m supposed to get.”
“Is it?!” Marinette squeaked.
“Adrien?” A voice spoke from the door. When he turned, he saw one of the girls who had confessed to him the day before. “I heard you were here.”
“Adrien’s there?” another voice said outside.
Oh no, Adrien thought. As if she had read his mind, Marinette grabbed his hand and pulled him off the platform, to the other door of the classroom. As they ran off, he took a glimpse back to the group of girls crowding on the door, not even noticing he had left through the other. Except probably the one inside the classroom being ignored.
When they turned a corner, they peeked around it, checking how bad it was today. That was when they saw it.
“Is that—”
“—a wedding dress?!” Marinette finished for him. They stared bewildered, as one of the girls walked around with a poofy white gown looking for the person who said the words Marinette had just loudly uttered.
“There!” she screamed, pointing in their direction.
On cue, Adrien and Marinette sprinted off the opposite way, while a hoard of girls followed them. They zig-zagged through the hallways, entering classrooms and exiting through the other door. While they managed to widen the gap, they didn’t truly lose them until they climbed out a window from a classroom near the entrance of the school, landing near bushes in a patch of grass.
“I think we’re safe here,” Adrien breathed. “Talk about deja vú. Now what’s left is someone thinking you’re my girlfriend.” He chuckled and looked at Marinette, expecting a laugh. But instead, she was still catching her breath, slightly turned away from him and holding tightly to her purse. “Are you okay?”
“I’m scared!” she said at last. “I’m terrified. I can’t do what I’m supposed to, and I keep upsetting my friend and making his life harder and I don’t think I can do it—”
“Hey, hey, it’s okay,” he attempted to comfort what seemed to be the start of a panic attack. “Marinette, you could never upset me. If anything, you’ve made this whole situation so much more bearable—”
“It’s not you I’m upsetting,” she interrupted. After a two-second pause, she cringed. “Or maybe it is. This is so confusing. I don’t think I can go through with this.”
“With what? Maybe I can help.”
“No, you can’t. I think. Though, technically… Gah!” Marinette held her head. “I don’t know! I don’t know what to do, I don’t have the guts for this.”
“Hey,” Adrien grabbed her shoulders, “whatever it is, you can do it. You’re one of the bravest girls I know, and you would never back out from a challenge, no matter how much it scares you. And I’m sure that, whoever you’re talking about, you’re not upsetting them or making them go through a hard time. Nobody could ever be truly upset with you over your own feelings. Now, just breathe and tell me if I can help.”
Marinette bit her lip, and, to his horror, a tear slid down her cheek. Before he could apologize, she slammed her body against his, with her arms wrapped around his waist.
Once, there were four clans. TreeClan, HazeClan, RainClan, and ShallowsClan. For many moons, the four clans were at war with each other. TreeClan was known for their strength in numbers. HazeClan was known for their brutality and violence. RainClan was known for their stealth. ShallowClan was known for their agility. They all had different beliefs, different styles of life, and different religions. Within such close proximity of each other, war was always bound to break out one way or another.
However, there was one thing that threatened them all. A mysterious force, a spinning cloud that lowered onto the ground, consuming everything in its path. The lightning within the cloud struck a vibrant green, as if the forest itself had come alive. The clans began to call this mysterious force the “Harbinger” Any cat who walked into it, never came out.
Due to this threat, the leader of TreeClan, a cat named Finchstar, rose up to unite the clans. She proposed at many gatherings that the clans unite under one clan. After many moons, the cats were soon forced to join with no choice. If they did not unite, they would all die and suffer the consequences.
This is how OneClan came to be.
The Tale of OneClan is an 18+ literate RP Warriors Server!
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