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crowbarstodd · 5 years

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Course Of Nature (1)

Chapter Summary: The kids patrol together for the first time, and hey, nobody ends up dead so I’ll count that as a success! Rating: G Word Count: 1,737 Pairing: Daminette

Parts: Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four

Patrolling with Robin was akin to pulling out teeth. Until this evening, Marinette wasn’t sure she could be so irritated by someone who wasn’t Lila; even Chloe had never made her head reel or her face flush in sheer outrage as much as Robin.

So far in their patrol, he’d gone off on his own a total of four times, all without telling her where he was going, made a Carpace -- kind and for the most part relaxed, Nino -- stressed enough to retire early for the night because of his attitude, and had insulted her so many times she stopped keeping count.

She was sick of it -- sick of him. He didn’t work well with others in the slightest, was arrogant and clearly had no respect for her as a hero.

But she was Ladybug, and Master Fu asked her to work with him, so for the time being, she’d suck it up and deal with the devil.

“You can step out of the shadows,” Marinette said in Robin’s general direction. She was jogging lightly, keeping her eyes firmly on the streets to check for danger. Paris sparkled at night, the ever-present glow both comforting and helpful, allowing her almost perfect vision when the sunset.

There was a faint tutting sound before Robin emerged from the darkness, scowl on his face. “It’ll be more effective if we have the element of surprise.” She wondered why he never smiled, especially when his fellow team member, Nightwing was a bag of laughs, at least according to Chat Noir.

Then again, Robin did work under Batman, and he seemed to communicate mostly through grunts… Did Robin even know how to smile at all?

“There’s nobody to surprise. Crime rates have been statistically proven to lower when heroes are in sight, and it’s good for public reception if we patrol out in the open.”

The biggest problem between herself and Robin, Marinette had come to realise; was that they were too different in their ways of being heroes.. While Robin valued mystery and darkness, Marinette understood the importance of visibility, accepting the responsibility that came with being more than just a symbol. The weight of being an idol on an impossibly high platform, constantly teetering over the edges, a second away from slipping.

Robin believed that symbols were meant to stay as symbols. The less others knew, the more they wondered, the better. She could see the worth in his reasoning, but he was in Paris, not Gotham, and he needed to act like it.

Robin said nothing, simply releasing a grunt. The tips of his ears were red, illuminated by street lamps, and when he sped up so he was running ahead of her, he realised belatedly, that he might have been embarrassed by her easy correction. “Keep up!” He snapped.

He hadn’t bothered to turn around and check on her, if she’d slowed down because she was injured or distracted by something relevant he wouldn’t know until it was too late. He hardly looked at her at all the whole patrol. Briefly, she considered simply ditching him and running another direction, leaving him to patrol on his own.

A nudge at the back of her head, no doubt Tiki’s presence, warned her against that particular idea.

Instead of screaming or leaving like she wanted, Marinette resorted to rolling rolled her eyes. “It’s not a race, Robin.”

“Tt. You only say that because you’re losing.”

“Really now?”

Without warning, Marinette increased her pace, speeding past Robin and sailing over buildings with the agility and litheness granted to her by her miraculous. From behind her, she heard Robin release a swear as he tried to catch her. “Race you to the Eiffel tower!” She called, enjoying the way the wind whipped her hair back and whistled at her ears.

Sometimes, she had trouble believing that her identity hadn’t yet been discovered, especially when her lies were flimsy at best, and her disappearances all too convenient. But then, she would twirl effortlessly past hanging light features, and remember that her civilian self was an unusually clumsy mess, and she understood why nobody ever suspected her.

She raced Robin wordlessly; leaping from rooftop to rooftop, swinging over stray branches and ducking under street lamps. He was fast, she could admit, swift-footed, with a certain grace that came with years of practice, and just a dash of natural talent about his movements that most dancers would envy.

Marinette had none of that, but she could still admit her advantage. The miraculous was magic in that it hardly sapped at her energy — one of the many reasons why she was able to catch akuma’s and return to class a minute later without passing out when chemistry got too dry. It was easy to sprint at full speed when she knew she wouldn’t feel tired until she made it to the other side of the city.

She also knew Paris better, cutting through Alley’s, and knowing when to pass under instead of over. Robin seemed to realise this too, following closely after her, taking into account her short-cuts and easy-ways.

In the end, it came as a surprise to no-one, when she beat him to the Eiffel Tower.

She sat, legs dangling over the edge, waiting with a tongue out (she’s a very responsible and mature hero, really!) as her fellow hero landed beside her barely five seconds after.

“That was not an event test,” Robin said bitterly.

She had fully expected his comment, but found herself too surprised to come up with any witty retorts when he settled beside her. Sure, he was sitting at least three feet apart, but it was the warmest he’d been the whole night, so she’d take it.

Marinette held firmly onto the belief that there was goodness in everyone, and regardless of how demonic Robin was, she knew that even for someone like him, the rule stood.

So she did what she did best — what she was known to do as both Ladybug and Marinette. She held out an olive branch.

“True,” she admitted freely, relishing in the momentary surprise that painted his face, before his features quickly melted back into the same stoic expression he’d maintained the whole night. “But you never said there were rules…”

“Tt.” Robin’s eyes were blocked by the whites of his domino mask, but she could tell from the minute easing of his brows, and the way his jaw shifted, as if unclenching, that he found some amusement in her response.

Marinette was hardly the world’s leading expert in reading facial expressions, but well, Robin had an admittedly nice face (not nice enough to negate is asshole personality, just nice enough for her to be grateful he was an asshole. She was jelly around Adrien back when she used to like him, she did not intend to become distracted mush around her new partner just because he was nice and good looking. Luckily for her, he was only one of the two), and it seriously wasn’t her fault that lack of actual eyes to keep contact with as they spoke lead to her studying his features pretty often.

“I suppose you might have a point,” Robin relented. Marinate cheered internally. She knew he wasn’t completely heartless! “A rare occasion, it seems.” Okay, scratch that last thought.

Still, olive branches and second chances were her signature. “Well, special occasions need celebrating. Ice-Cream?”

Robin lifted his nose to the sky, sniffing a bit the same way he did when they first met. Wow, he looked like a total brat when he did that. “I don’t care for sweets.”

“That’s not a no,” she weaseled.

His chin tilted downward, just a tad, and he held his gaze on her face for just a second too long. “Hm,” he said at last.

“Great!” Marinate exclaimed, grabbing his wrist and tugging at it so he’d follow her. She let it go almost immediately, feeling a little stupid she’d done so in the first place — too used to the comforting and close partnership Chat offered — and promptly stepped off the tower, catching herself with her yoyo, and swinging herself to the next building.

She heard a clang, somewhere to her right, and watched as Robin followed after her, grapple hook presumably pulled out of the yellow utility belt around his waist.

Andrè was still awake, his little moving shop officially closing at twelve, knowing young couples often enjoyed their late-night rendezvouses. He smiled at her with familiar warmth, and gave them ice cream, predictably free (Andrè was well-liked amongst miraculous users for his free ice-cream, he was nice to Parisian heroes like that), though he did give them just a bowl to share rather than the usual two seperate cones. From the knowing wink he gave them, she figured he’d simply come to the wrong conclusion and accepted it.

Andrè’s ice-cream was divine. Today, he gifted herself and Robin a double-scoop of dark chocolate and red velvet, a simple gift compared to what he usually came up with, but Marinette was grateful nonetheless.

“Your uniform is too obnoxious,” Robin said over the bowl. He had taken the first bite once she’d settled it between them on the police-station roof, and hadn’t complained or made his little tutting sound, so she guessed that he was at least somewhat enjoying it.

She raised a brow at him, not quite in the mood to raise her hackles and start another fight between them. Well, he’d be starting the fight, really he always started the fights! And now he was saying her uniform was obnoxious? “My uniform is obnoxious?”

“Yes.”

“Robin you look like a walking traffic light.”

Robin’s head turned the other direction, clearly miffed at her insult. “The colours are part of the legacy,” he muttered, “have some respect. Most of the brightness is blocked by my cowl anyway.”

“Ladybug is a legacy too, bird-brain. The Ladybug is a symbol, it’s important that people see me.”

“The spots are gaudy nnngghhh!” He glared at her with crossed arms, spitting out the spoon she’d shoved in his mouth in a fashion that was rather dramatic.

“Better get used to them,” Marinette snarked, smirking at the sight of him with slightly puffed cheeks, furiously chewing at a mouthful of dark chocolate and red velvet. He was almost cute when he was quiet.

End Notes: whew first patrol?? And hey my kids don’t completely hate each other! They just really don’t want to be there lol. Look forward to the upcoming chapters where y’all will see more of supportive best friend Chat, and Marinette meeting Dami!

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Feel free to ask me to add or remove you via dms, asks, or comments <3

ALSO if anyone here reads “Filtered Lens” that’ll be updated tomorrow, I’m just trying to decide smth rn :))

#daminette #maribat #crowbar writes #maridami #robinette #miraculous ladybug #ml #mlb #ml fic #mlb fic #ml au #mlb au #miraculous ladybug x dc #miraculous ladybug x batman #marinette dupain cheng #collab: ladybugout au #fic #course of nature

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votederpycausemufins · 5 years

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for @miraculouscontent‘s LadyBugOut au. there was one story where Marinette explained what she would do with her blog/website to master Fu so I recreated what it may or may not look like here. and i took a screenshot from the show for the video that ladybug made.

#miraculous ladybug #tales of ladybug and cat noir #ladybugout au #collab: LadyBugOut AU

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dianalux-trash · 5 years

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Hecattack from the lovely LadybugOut by @miraculouscontent! This au is wonderful (I love the salt). I like to think that Luka's hair turns black when he is Hecattack.

#ml #ml salt #luka couffaine #lukanette #hecattack #collab: ladybugout au #fanart

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rynling13 · 5 years

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soooo I was drawing with my niece this weekend and made a couple things. Inspired by @miraculouscontent ‘s LadyBugOut AU which is fabulous and better than canon and basically the only reason I still engage with the miraculous fandom. Anyways just some ideas for Fukiya and Future!ButterflyRose!

#was drawing with my niece #made some things #butterfly!rose #bee!kagami #collab: ladybugout au #fanart

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bugaboosandbees · 5 years

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So, (like literally everyone else on this website) I've fallen absolutely in love with @miraculouscontent 's LadyBugOut AU and I had to try my hand at doodling a version of fox!Juleka from it!

Hope you enjoy!

#miraculous ladybug #collab: ladybugout au #fox!juleka #miraculouscontent is a queen #kwami swap #ml au

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hauntedwintersweets · 5 years

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@lukanette-month

Day three first fashion show

This is based of @miraculous-content ladybugout au that I love Luka gets the fox miraculous but eventually gets the cat miraculous so I thought this would be a really cool way for him to show marrinette the transition between the two so she knows that it's still him she may not know him under the mask but she's not lost her new friend he's just become her new partner

#lukanett month 2k19 #lukanette month 2k19 #luka #luka couffaine #lukanette #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanart #miraculous au #collab: ladybugout au #ladybug #fox miraculous #cat miraculous #chat noir #rena rouge #marrinette #marrinette dupain cheng

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princesaaravis · 5 years

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Un dibujo que hice hace un tiempo de Kiyomi Harashima (The Sword of Kuromori) como Ladybug.

A drawing I made a while ago of Kiyomi Harashima (The Sword of Kuromori) as Ladybug.

#miraculous: las aventuras de ladybug #miraculousladybug #miraculous #mlb메이저리그 #mlb #kuromori series #kiyomi #Kiyomi Harashima #collab: ladybugout au #ladybug #crossover #jasonrohan #theswordofkuromori #theshieldofkuromori #thestoneofkuromori #my art #fanart

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emdoddles · 5 years

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More Catastrophe with some jokes about my sunshine turn emo son. @miraculouscontent let him have some hugs in the near future 😭😭

#ladybugout au #adrian agreste #ml au #ml collab #miraculous tales of ladybug and chat noir #miraculous ladybug #miraculous #ml akuma #ml fan art #ml art

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ladybugout-au · 2 years

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Fukiya has a talk with Chloe:

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Kagami hated people like Chloe Bourgeois. Being the daughter of Tomoe Tsurugi, Kagami herself had gone - begrudgingly but quietly - to many social events, and thus was all too familiar with people like Chloe who gave upper class people a bad name. Kagami knew well enough that she had her own issues to work out, but Chloe was on a whole different level. She was spoiled, arrogant, and saw heroism as something to be praised for rather than be taken seriously.

That's what made it all the more aggravating when she, as Fukiya, ended up having to carry Chloe home after an akuma battle. She was not only one of the swiftest out of the group, but Chloe - for whatever reason - had demanded to be taken home by the bee, putting up a fuss when refused. Fukiya tolerated it with a cold stare, trying her best not to show too much irritation in front of her group of—teammates? Friends? She wasn't sure, but she was determined to remain professional and not let her biases influence how she presented herself.

Touching down on top of the Le Grand Paris hotel, Fukiya shifted, forcing herself to set Chloe down as delicately as possible. Chloe's arms were crossed, and she let out a huff as she checked herself over, examining her hair, nails, and finally her clothing.

"Hmph. Just barely good enough, for a newbie," she commented, adjusting her necklace back to its original position.

Fukiya didn't respond, turning to leave and only stopping when she saw movement out of the corner of her eye back where Chloe was. She glanced over her shoulder with a raised brow, noting that Chloe had extended her hand to her.

She paused, staring at it and vaguely wondering if Chloe was about to demand compensation for giving her the honor of carrying her, but was met with silence. She turned back towards her and stared with a questioning gaze, not having the patience for these guessing games.

Chloe rolled her eyes - as if the message had been obvious - then put a hand on her hip and leaned towards Fukiya, her fingers flexing insistently.

"Duh! My miraculous, hand it over."

"...What."

Despite her asking, she didn't get an answer. Fukiya genuinely couldn't believe that this was happening right now; that Chloe would have the gall to demand something like this.

"You expect me to simply give you the bee miraculous?" she asked.

"Well, the right thing to do would be to wash it first, but then you'd just dirty it again before you gave it back to me, so I'll get people to do it for you."

Fukiya blinked, almost too stunned by the sheer arrogance on display to be offended.

Almost.

"...No," she finally answered.

"Excuse me!?" Chloe gaped, aghast at how she was being treated.

"Not only am I not the person who decides who gets them and who doesn't," Fukiya began, "but I was the one entrusted with it. You are not. Not anymore."

Chloe rolled her eyes, waving a hand dismissively. "Ladybug will come around. She's just—"

"Furthermore," Fukiya continued, "this is not your miraculous, and it never belonged to you in the first place. I doubt you could even recall the kwami's name."

"Of course I can!" Chloe boasted haughtily. Turning to the side and flicking her head back, she pointed at where the bee comb would be had she been wearing it. "It's Pollen! If I didn't know, I wouldn't be able to transform!"

Fukiya sucked in a breath, her composure briefly failing her as her hands tightened into fists. In the short amount of time they'd known each other, she'd learned well that Pollen had feelings, both good and bad. Regardless of Kagami's personal feelings on the girl, Pollen just saw Chloe as a "past queen" without thinking too ill of her, as if the metaphorical crown had simply been passed down.

It made her wonder deep down if this was just a "thing" with holders; so long as they did their jobs, it didn't matter what happened to the kwami?

And here was Chloe, treating Pollen as if she were a thing. Fukiya felt certain that, even with Chloe's vast amount of money, Pollen wouldn't have gotten the same treatment that Kagami herself had given her if Chloe had been given the miraculous full-time. She didn't know much, but given Pollen's reaction when they'd first met, she seemed thoroughly drawn into the "servant" role.

Fukiya didn't like it. She'd been under her mother's command for years and thus understood Pollen's position: being trapped in an inescapable position, not having any control, and only able to do what she's told. Even with Fukiya herself, it wasn't as if Pollen had chosen to be given to a new holder, nor did she do anything to warrant it at least to Fukiya's knowledge.

It seemed wrong to ask, but she hoped that Pollen preferred her to Chloe.

"You're being ridiculous!" Chloe claimed, apparently having been prattling on this whole time that Fukiya was lost in her own thoughts. "Do you even know who I am!?"

"Yes."

Chloe gaped at her in offense, probably having planned to give a big speech on her identity.

"You're Chloe Bourgeois, daughter of the mayor Andre Bourgeois and Audrey Bourgeois." Fukiya glared. "And neither of those things earn you a miraculous."

Chloe snorted. "You forgot that I'm also rich."

I'm rich too, Fukiya thought idly, but didn't voice it. Even if she were allowed to voice her identity, her life was none of Chloe's business.

Walking towards her with a diva-esque strut, Chloe added pointedly, "And what do you think that means? It means I'm in control here. My daddy will have every police officer in Paris after my miraculous." Placing the back of her hand to her forehead, she leaned back dramatically and turned her voice to something purposefully exaggerated. "Daddy, that bee has stolen my entire legacy from me! Mommy, she said you didn't matter! She's completely, utterly ridiculous and must be stopped!"

Fukiya clicked her tongue, the mere thought of Chloe next to Pollen making her feel disgusted. "...Turn around."

"You can't order me around!" Chloe burst out.

After a calculated pause, Fukiya squinted and responded, "Don't turn around then."

Chloe huffed, crossing her arms and turning her back to her. "Don't tell me what to do!"

Reaching out, Fukiya snagged the back of Chloe's jacket, specifically near the collar. Earning a yelp from Chloe, Fukiya jumped up onto the railing of the hotel, balancing herself perfectly as to not fall off and keeping Chloe held up at her side.

"Hey, what do you—!?" Chloe squirmed, kicking wildly in an attempt to get down. "Let me go! You're wrinkling my jacket!"

Fukiya glanced down silently at the ground below. There was no one around to see them given the recent akuma, so Chloe's shouting was serving no actual purpose. She seemed to have no sense of self-preservation either, an aspect that Fukiya would consider necessary for a hero.

"If you drop me, my shoes will be ruined and Daddy will never—!"

In a simple motion, Fukiya turned and deposited Chloe gently back onto the rooftop. Chloe looked up at her, baffled and reaching behind her in an attempt to feel and smooth out her jacket.

"Your legs would also be broken," Fukiya pointed out, "but I wouldn't drop you regardless. I would never gamble with someone's life." Sharpening her gaze, she added, "Even for my own self-interest."

Chloe tried to speak up, but was intimidated by Fukiya's looming stance up on the railing, even stepping back as Fukiya dropped down.

Advancing on her, Fukiya raised her voice to exude both power and strictness. With Chloe backing away with every step she took, Fukiya explained, "You can't touch me, nor any of us. That's why it's dangerous to have the miraculous in the hands of someone who doesn't respect it. That's why Hawk Moth is the threat that he is: he's not touchable by the police as long as he has power. That's also why you can no longer be trusted with a miraculous; you have power without magic yourself, and you're using it to threaten the bee miraculous out of me."

"Bu—!" Chloe clammed up as Fukiya pointed at her.

"You will never have Pollen back," she stated, "Not as long as I can help it."

Leaving Chloe there, stunned, Fukiya turned and jumped back onto the railing, then dropped down to the ground below. Taking a breath, she began to walk off to find a place to detransform , only for someone to step out from the alley in front of her. She flinched at first, her emotions having been running high enough to where she'd blocked out the rest of the world.

"Are you okay?" Heavy Matal asked, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly. "We were all pretty worried and I didn't use my power earlier, so..."

They were all worried, she thought to herself, then mentally shook off the surprise to respond, "There wasn't any need to worry. She doesn't have any way she can hurt me."

"Yeah, but—" Heavy Matal's face scrunched up in disgust. "—you were taking a while, and it's Chloe. She sucks."

Fukiya's face didn't change, but she snorted at the bluntness of the statement. "I apologize for worrying all of you. She was trying to take the bee miraculous from me and I had to put her in her place."

Heavy Matal tossed her a concerned look as she passed him. "What if Hawk Moth akumatizes her?"

Fukiya glanced over her shoulder at him. "Hawk Moth is an adult, adults have work they have to do, and this is a common work day for most adults. He can't spend all day akumatizing people, and even if he could, that would confirm that he's either homeless - unlikely since he hasn't used his powers to rob a bank yet - or so rich that he can afford to slack off on his work."

Somewhere, Gabriel Agreste sneezed.

"Anyway," Fukiya continued, "I'll have Pollen inform Ladybug over the group chat to keep an eye out for akuma."

"Mm." Heavy Matal nodded, any concerns alleviated. "And you're okay?"

"Yes."

The conversation ended there, and it was once Heavy Matal had left that Fukiya slipped into the alley that he'd been hiding in previously. Closing her eyes and dropping her transformation, Pollen emerged from her hairclip and hovered in front of her, blissfully unaware of everything that had transpired.

"Another victorious battle?" Pollen bowed as a show of respect rather than a show of being her servant, as they're compromised on. "Naturally! Your skills are unparalleled in combat!"

Kagami paused for a long moment, eyeing Pollen up and down while flashing back to the conversation she'd had with Chloe. She wondered what would've happened if things had been different: if LadyBugOut had never happened, the bee was never given to her, and Chloe had gone on feeling entitled to the miraculous.

"Did something happen?" Pollen called suddenly, voice tinted with concern.

Kagami's face had hardened without her realizing it. Returning her expression to something more neutral, her hand then began to raise almost involuntarily. Pollen's eyes followed its path until it fell upon her head in what wasn't exactly petting but wasn't a pat either.

"L-lady Kagami?"

Kagami didn't verbally acknowledge the gesture, but pulled her hand away at Pollen's voice. Turning away, she reached into her pocket and pulled out her phone. "What do you like?"

"Pardon?" Pollen hovered closer, keeping a respectful distance between them.

"You use honey to recharge, but isn't there a particular way you like it?"

She got a blank look in response, as if Pollen couldn't comprehend the question. Giving up on a proper answer, Kagami returned her attention to her phone, sending a polite text to Marinette to ask if she could stop by the bakery for some sweets.

She got a response in under a minute, Marinette lightly teasing her for the formality but otherwise assuring her that it'd be fine. Kagami's lips twitched into a comfortable smile at the playful juxtaposition from both Chloe and the akuma battle, which she welcomed despite Marinette's sometimes-overwhelming energy.

"Let's go," Kagami said as she put her phone away.

"Ah, yes!" Pollen recovered quickly, hiding herself away into her pocket as she usually did.

Kagami turned to head out of the alley, took one step, but stopped in place to consider something. Looking down at the pocket with Pollen in it, she asked, "Do you want to go?"

Pollen poked her head out, still just as puzzled by the line of questioning compared to before. This time though, she waved a paw and responded eagerly, "Yes, Lady Kagami! I'm sure you would only bring me to the most wonderful of establishments! I look forward to it!"

Satisfied with that, Kagami nodded and left to make her way to the bakery, certain that she could get Pollen something delicious that she'd never had before. It didn't completely get rid of the bad feeling in her gut, but it was a start.

#collab: LadyBugOut AU #canonicity: all #canonicity: canon #writing: all #writing: canon #writing: salt #salt: all #salt: chloe bourgeois #character: bee kagami tsurugi #character: chloe bourgeois #relationship: bee kagami tsurugi & chloe bourgeois #character: heavy matal #character: pollen #relationship: kagami tsurugi & pollen #character: marinette dupain cheng #relationship: kagami tsurugi & marinette dupain cheng #((I don't die. I just get reborn.))

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vlajnicdesign · 5 years

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#ladybugandcatnoir #ladybug comic #ladybug #lady #ladybug and chat noir #lady brienne #ml ladybug #collab: ladybugout au #lady thor #marinette cosplay #marinettexadrien #adrien x marinette #marinettecosplay #marinette deserves better #marinette cheng #marinette and tikki #marinettedesigned

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ladybugout-au · 2 years

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I saw the mention of Ladybug X Marinette fics and I thought "Wait, what about Ladynette fics written in an AU where Fem!Luka is Ladybug?" There could even still be a LadyBugOut, where Fem!Luka asks Mari to help her with her blog.

Oh my gosh, fem!Luka and Marinette would just be absolute messes.

They might’ve read a few themselves but then were immediately like, “NO THIS IS WRONG, WE’VE NEVER EVEN SAID IF WE LIKED EACH OTHER!”

Meanwhile, them unconsciously flirting and complimenting each other on camera, with every shipper vibrating excitedly in the background.

#collab: LadyBugOut AU #canonicity: non canon

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miraculouscontent · 4 years

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One of the hardest parts of Mr. Damocles' job was dealing with troublesome students; students who had no sense of morality or the standard that every student should be held to.

Granted, his hands weren't clean either. All of that had become clear after LadyBugOut had happened. In fact, he still got calls from concerned parents whose children had told them about their own akumatizations (or someone else's) that might've been prevented had he just run a tighter ship. It didn't mean that things were bad now for him, but it was definitely more work.

The door clicked. He looked up, seeing Lila Rossi peek her head in. If he had to pick an image that fit her, he'd choose a baby lamb.

Or perhaps a wolf in sheep's clothing.

"Mr. Damocles?" she called out timidly. "You wanted to see me?"

He gestured to the seat on the opposite side of his desk. "Have a seat, Lila."

"Oh." She shifted in place, her fingertips rattling against the door. "I actually have a very important charity to—"

"Sit down," he stressed tiredly, rubbing at his temple.

Lila's mouth twitched and he saw that false innocence flicker out of existence for just a moment. She slipped inside, then shut the door behind her and approached the desk, taking a seat where he'd ordered her to.

Mr. Damocles spread out a few of the papers on his desk, taking a glance at a few of them before speaking. "Things in your class haven't been... right since you came back to Francoise Dupont, have they?"

She straightened in her seat and he could swear she saw a glint in her eyes. "Oh, not at all!" she gasped in horror. Burying her face into her hands, she added, "I don't know what's wrong! I try my best to make friends, but it seems like everyone hates me! Maybe I'm bad luck, I don't mean to be, I swear!"

She was good at playing nice, but he forced himself to remember what he'd been sent. "So does that mean you know about what's been sent out, warning people about you?"

She sniffled, though he didn't see any real tears. "T-that was sent out by... someone. I don't want to name names, but she said terrible, awful things to me! I tried to apologize for my weak disposition - I really can't help it - but they got so angry with me because the good people I met just wanted to help me!"

He raised a brow, holding back from noting that Alya's name was blatantly on the report. "If someone did something terrible and you didn't deserve it, wouldn't you want their name out there so they can be properly reprimanded?"

"Ah—well—that'd be... wrong!" She looked vaguely surprised. "I don't want to see anyone punished, Mr. Damocles! I'm sure this is all a big misunderstanding! No person in the word could be so cruel, they probably didn't even mean it! After all, I don't want to accuse them of anything, but there have been people who admitted to disliking me because of all the things I've done, like—"

"That's enough," Mr. Damocles finally cut in.

She blinked, put off. "W-what?"

He breathed, then finally pulled out the folder he'd kept in his desk. "You got akumatized recently, didn't you?"

"Oh, yes, and it was dreadful!" Lila cried out, hugging herself and shuddering. "I really tried to take a picture for LadyBugOut—" Mr. Damocles didn't miss the unnatural way the blog's name came out of her mouth. "—but then—nothing! That butterfly must've got me, and there was a voice in my head, and—!"

He interrupted her by slapping the folder onto the desk. She flinched, mouth gaped as she stared at it in surprised confusion.

Mr. Damocles opened the folder, then slid out the picture inside, turning it so it was facing Lila. "Is this you?"

He watched as Lila's eyes raked in the sight of the picture. Slowly, the color began to drain from her face.

"B-bu—" she stammered. "I—I have admirers. I'm sure—they probably just wanted to—"

"This picture," he cut in, "was brought to this school by the concerned individual who'd taken it. He'd apparently been trying to take the picture for LadyBugOut, but took another when he saw what he described as 'someone willingly taking an akuma.'"

Lila sputtered, shaking her head. "N-no! This—akuma work very particularly, and I-I'm actually very weak-willed. Hawk Moth's influence must've—"

"We've had students here who have seen others be akumatized," Mr. Damocles argued. "We've seen it on video, in fact. This looks very different, and this school's reputation isn't going to ride on a student who's willing to coerce with Hawk Moth." He paused, bearing the weight of seriousness that his actions had. "Until further notice, you are expelled. We'll be contacting the authorities and talking with your mother about all the things you've done and all the lies you may've told before and after you came back here."

She jerked her head up from the picture, eyes wide. "What?! No! You—you—!"

He stood, glancing at the door and calling, "Mr. D'Argencourt!"

The door opened, Armand D'Argencourt stepping in. He stood there silently, hands behind his back and chest puffed out at attention, as he tended to do.

"Escort Lila off the premises and wait for her mother. We made certain that we got through to her this time." He gave Lila a stern gaze, knowing full well that the lack of contact between them and Lila's mother was probably not a coincidence.

Armand approached, taking Lila's shoulder both firmly and insistently. "Here endeth thine reign, Rossi."

She glared at him, all hints of the in-control Lila having vanished. She shook and tried to shrug him off, but he was the PE teacher, so avoiding her fits was no issue to him.

Mr. Damocles continued, "And in case you decide to look for one of Hawk Moth's butterflies again, we've contacted Ladybug through her blog. She's nearby, ready to catch any butterflies Hawk Moth might send."

He followed a few steps behind as Armand led Lila away, but stopped at the stair railing to simply watch. Lila was only able to deliver one last icy glare to him before being escorted out of the double doors to the school and off the premises.

She never came back. Inevitably, she soon became the talk of the school. Students all around couldn't stop talking about the girl who'd turned against Team Miraculous over being rightly punished for her own actions.

Lila's attempted presence had always demanded to be the center of attention, so in a way, she got exactly what she wanted.

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