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-biodad! Bruce.

-Mari kidnapped at a really young age and somehow ends up in Paris.

-gets adopted by Tom and sabine.

-abusive Tom and sabine (only adopted mari to promote their image)

-tom (gets drunk in bars every Saturday) : sabine (makes mari do the chores in the apartment and goes out to spend time with her friends) : mari when alone (goes out in secret to explore when they Tom and sabine are asleep or away) (self taught parkour)

-Bruce looks everywhere and somehow finds a lead to Paris. Dick who came with Bruce stops by the Parck and finds a familiar looking little girl wandering around in the alone. (it's little mari)

- he notices a sketchy man in a hoodie heading towards mari. And tries to grab her arm.

-Dick jumps off the park bench and runs towards they shouting

-smart little mari. Bites the stranger and punches him where the sun doesn't shine.

-dick shocked and proud knocks out the guy and calls the cops. Asks if mari is OK. And they talk.

-D: that was a good punch :)

M: Thank you. I learned about that painful spot when I saw a pretty lady kick Tom between the legs. He didn't get up for a while...

*cricket noise*

D: your a smart little one...and who's Tom?

M: The one who adopted me. I don't like him and sabine. They're not very nice people. I'm not even from here. I got taken away from my real daddy but nobody would believe me. They all said that my family was dead. But I know that's not true. One day I will go back and find him. I just hope he doesn't forget me.

*shocked but determined to help dick*

D: where were you from?

M: Gotham City. The one with a lot of crime. In America.

D: what did you say your name was?

M: I didn't. You didn't ask. *giggle* it's Marinette Wayne. But people here keep calling me Dupain-Cheng.

*gobsmacked Dick*

D: *holy sh!t I think I just found her* Do you want to wait here with me till the cops arrive?

M: sure you seem nice. Your fun to talk to.

-Dick panic texts Bruce. "hURRY! PARL BY THE TOM AN SABI BAKER Y!!!!"

"I THINL I FOUND HER!!!"

-Bruce comes running and recogized Mari.

-Mari sees him and recognizes him too.

M: "DADDY!"

*cue crying* * happy reunion*

-Mari tells him everything

-Tom and Sabine get sued and sent to prison.

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D: wanna know how I met mari?

B: How?

*Dick tells him about the man that tried to take her* while Jason listens in (Tim and Damian aren't around yet)

D: She punched him in the balls. Guess what she told me when I told her that she had a good arm.

B and J : what?

D: She said *imitates Mari's innocent voice* "Thank you. I learned about that painful spot when I saw a pretty lady kick Tom between the legs. He didn't get up for a while."

J: Oh mY gOd... BWAHAHAHAHAHA!!! I LIKE HER ALREADY!

B: *proud* that's my girl.

Alfred comes in.

A: Turns out that the little miss is a good Baker. She made everyone macaroons. She also woke up early this morning and insisted on helping me make breakfast. Looks like she made the best out of her situation by learning and teaching herself.

B: teaching herself?

A: She told me that she taught herself how to parkour.

D and J: parkour?!

A: To escape the apartment and explore the city when they fell asleep.

J: I'm gonna have to go by a different name now aren't I?

B: she's too young. She doesn't even know about batman yet.

*around Lunch Time*

B: has anyone seen Mari? She said that she was going to explore the house.

A: saw her earlier sketch the roses in the garden.

-Mari comes in all dusty

M: daddy? Did you know that there's an underground secret passage in the garden statue outside.

(let's just pretend that there is one)

B: A secret passage? No I didn't.

M: it's really cool! It lead to a BIG room underground. It had some old looking artworks, motorcycles, books, sewing supplies and furniture! Like really old!

*everyone is just shocked*

A: Did it look like it was all dumped there?

M: nope! It looked really nice. I even found a sewing machine that still works. I even started cleaning it. It's like a little secret hideout - studio!!! Can I keep it?

Everyone: ...

B: alright sure but let us clean through it first alright?

M: YES!!!

*after lunch* mari goes back to her discovered spot

D: I bet 50 that she'd find the cave within the month.

J: 100 in a week.

B:.....

A: I'm going to go and help the little miss clean up.

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And here we are with another idea! ~~

I'm not a writer so feel free to use it if it interests you. Just tag me. I would love to read it.

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Hanging By a Thread

Marinette stares at her parents, trying hard to stop herself from panicking. Because if she panicked, apparently Hawkmoth could take control of her and make her a villain. Which would apparently be catastrophic according to the little creature that popped out of the earrings a couple weeks ago. Not panicking was going to be hard.

“You’re- you’re sending me away?” She says, her voice breaking. Her maman’s face crumbles and she crouches in front of her spot on the couch.

“Oh Marinette, honey, we’re just trying to do what’s best for you. We’re trying to keep you safe. That’s all we’ve ever wanted to do.” Her maman says softly, reaching up and brushing hair out of her face. Marinette tries hard to ignore the tightness in her chest and the tears that threaten to fall.

“Did…did he even know about me?” Marinette asks, frowning at the look on her mom’s face. “You know, before you called?” She adds. Her parents look at each other, and Marinette’s eyebrows furrow together. “You did call him, right?” She asks.

“Actually, cupcake, your nonna has a friend-” Her dad starts, and Marinette feels her shoulders slump. “Sabine?” He says, her mom’s name coming out as a sigh.

“Marinette, your mother was very clear. Your father didn’t know about you, and she felt it wasn’t our place to know who he was either.” She says. Marinette blinks.

“So apparently, I’m adopted, and you’re sending me away, but not to anyone that you personally know. Or anyone my birth mother knew, but someone that nonna mentioned in passing?” Marinette asks, feeling like her world is crashing around her.

“Paris isn’t safe anymore, mon chou. And I’m not sure when it will be. We have the bakery, we can’t leave. But you- Marinette, you shouldn’t have to shut off your emotions and regulate everything you feel. You should feel free to be angry, or sad, or have a nightmare.” Her maman says softly, pulling her into a gentle hug. “This is our chance to give you that chance. Because we love you, honey, blood or not. You are our daughter.” Marinette melts into the hug, trying hard not to cry. But it was hard. She was only twelve, and her parents were sending her to an entirely different country to live with someone she’d never even met. Not to mention, she’d promised Paris that she would protect them. Even if she was still completely clueless on the whole situation, despite her new little guide trying their best to help her. Everything was changing.

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“Marinette, you really can’t leave Paris.” Tikki says again. Marinette just looks at them, arms crossed.

“What am I supposed to do, Tikki? You said that I can’t tell my parents about Ladybug, you said there’s no one who could be Ladybug instead, you say I can’t leave Paris- newsflash, I’m not old enough to make that decision. My parents have made it for me. And I tried to argue with them about it, but it didn’t really do any good, did it?” She huffs, narrowing her eyes at the kwami. Because apparently, that’s what her little guide was. They’d been willing to give a little more information about everything happening when they realized Marinette was leaving. Maybe it was their attempt at keeping Marinette in Paris? Who’s to say. It just made Marinette wonder what else they were keeping from her.

“If you really have to leave, then there’s someone you have to talk to first.” Tikki says, their antenna drooping.

“Lovely. More secrets. How long would it have taken you to tell me any of this if my parents hadn’t decided to send me away?” Marinette asks, crossing her arms. Tikki winces.

“It wasn’t important for you to know now.” They say.

“If I talk to this mysterious person, can I just give the earrings back? They’re the one who gave them to me, right?” She asks. Tikki shakes their head.

“You can’t just give up the earrings. You were chosen to be Ladybug, Marinette. And you made a promise to Paris.” They say. Marinette scowls.

“You like guilt trips, don’t you?” Marinette asks, sighing. “Fine. Let’s just, let’s go get this over with. My plane leaves today and I still have to say goodbye to my friends and Adrien.”

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Marinette stares out the window as the plane begins its descent into Gotham. The city was dark. Too dark. She could almost feel the negative energy of the place that was to be her new home until Hawkmoth was defeated. Which was, despite her now living an ocean away, still her responsibility. Apparently. The glasses in her purse felt like they weighed a ton. And she was exhausted. She’d spent most of the plane ride trying to figure out how to create an app to alert Parisians when an akuma is spotted. Not only would it help her city, but it would also help decrease the time between the akuma showing up and her teleporting into Paris. Because for some reason, the man who was in charge of the kwamis was determined that she keep the earrings. Maybe there was a lack of untrained, underprepared teenagers in Paris. Marinette would have thought there was a plethora.

“Welcome to Gotham, ladies and gentlemen. Local time is 4:17pm. The temperature is a nice 64 degrees fahrenheit, or 17 degrees celsius. Joker is currently in Arkham, but we’ve just received word that Scarecrow is unaccounted for. Use caution when leaving the airport, and thank you for flying Wayne Air.” The flight attendant announces. Marinette blinks. What kind of city made announcements about villains when planes were landing? Is that what Paris was going to turn into? And how did her nonna even meet this ‘friend’ anyway? What was her nonna doing in Gotham, of all places? Sighing, Marinette grabs her carryon bag from the overhead compartment before leaving the plane. Walking through the terminal, she keeps cautiously glancing over her shoulder as she grabs her bags and heads out to the main part of the airport. She really did not want to deal with a villain here. Not at all. Villain attacks here would be fatal. As much as she despised the situation in Paris, at least the damage never stuck. Walking towards the front of the airport, Marinette scans the crowd. Her parents had told her that her nonna’s friend would have a sign with her name on it. Spotting the sign, Marinette straightens up and walks towards the man holding the sign.

“Hello, Miss Dupain-Cheng. I am Alfred Pennyworth.” He says, nodding towards her. Marinette smiles at him, pushing down her anxiety. She could make the best of living in Gotham, even if it was with strangers.

“Bonjour Mr. Pennyworth. It’s nice to meet you.” She says, grinning. His lips twitch slightly.

“And you, Miss. But please, call me Alfred. Heaven knows the others do.” He says, taking one of her bags. Marinette raises an eyebrow.

“Others?” She asks. Alfred nods.

“Master Wayne’s children. Your parents did tell you that you would be living in Wayne Manor, correct?” He asks, raising an eyebrow of his own. Marinette shakes her head, following the man towards his car. Wayne Manor. This should be interesting.

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Part 153 of my bakery “enemies” au!

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Please. Please. PLEASE!!! some wonderful author out there... Please tag me if you write something similar to this!!!

I'm living for a sibling!Jasonette right now

The idea of feralnette meeting the batfam is actually hilarious because of one Jason Todd aka the Red Hood, this guy would proclaim himself this feral Lil gal big brother and proceed to teach her how to use a gun much to everyones horror lol

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Being Blood Doesn't Mean Being Family | pt11

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Ladybug seemed to sense that something was amiss.

She started avoiding the batboys whenever they were in the same room, be it running away or having either SuperBoy or Shazam to act as a buffer.

They barely could see her going in or out of the WatchTower whenever she showed up, and it was even harder to be able to walk up to her and talk.

When Batman had finally had an opportunity to corner the young woman in the meeting room of the Watchtower, the conversation hadn't gone well for either side.

"If you keep going with this shit that you are my blood father, we will have a real problem, sir," Ladybug crossed her arms in front of her chest, narrowing her eyes in Batman's direction. "And even if you were, it still doesn't give you the right to try and go over my choices. I am a grown-up woman. I can guarantee you that I am capable of handling myself," she spat back, eyes narrowed. Before Batman could even think of a way to retort, two heavy pairs of footsteps could be heard entering the room again.

"What's happening here? We could hear the yelling from outside," Superman cut in, eyes hard on Bruce while crossing his arms over his chest. By his side, Shazam stood tensely, looking between the arguing parts.

Ladybug didn't even blink before moving to stand by the man's side.

"Nothing important. I can handle myself," she assured them, chin up and defying eyes.

"Oh yeah, I surely believe you, bug," Shazam joked, poking the woman's side and earning a small chuckle before having his hand slapped lightly.

"Don't do that, dipshit," she mumbled back, crossing her arms over her chest. Bruce could see the way Clark sighed quietly, promptly ignoring the interaction.

"Ladybug, you told me to wait for you at the entrance of the Zeta Tubes, but you were taking too long to appear," Superman questioned. The girl motioned in Batman's direction and sighed.

"Batman wanted to talk. It isn't like I had a chance to say no. It went from friendly chatting to a yelling match," she explained, leaving aside the reason why the talk has escalated so fast. They had barely been alone for ten minutes.

"It didn't have to be like that," Bruce tried to defend himself, all in vain. He couldn't get out of the trouble without revealing the reason for their argument.

"It wouldn't be like that if you weren't stubborn as a mule!" Ladybug argued back, standing her ground. Shazam draped an arm around her shoulders while Superman sighed, audible this time.

"You two can go first. I'll meet you later," he told the heroes, who celebrated like two kids before the room.

"I was talking with Ladybug," Batman scowled. The reminiscence between him and the last Robin was uncanny.

"But now you're talking to me. Don't try to pull any bullshit. I know what you were talking about, and you should stop," Clark warned with a frown. The kryptonian wasn't one to meddle in one's personal life. It made Bruce question things.

"What do you know about her?" he questioned, receiving no answer. "Superman, it's important for me to know..."

"To know what, Batman?!" Clark interrupted, clearly woth very little patience left. "She is young, traumatized, and incredible powerful. She doesn't really need us, if we're being honest, so, please, just stop! Let her fucking be, okay?!"

"She's my daughter!" Bruce argued, not lifting his voice in the slightest.

"She is not," was Superman's calm answer. The hero turned around, ready to leave the room, but stopped for a moment before doing so. "She may have your blood, but it doesn't make her your daughter, B."

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Being blood doesn't mean being family

"Why did you call us here?" Jason frowned, crossing his arms in front of his body and leaning against his bike.

The Wayne's were gathered in the Bat-cave, Tim being the host of the meeting for once.

"I was running the usual tests for admission into the Justice League system. You know, basic hero shit," he explained, pulling two pictures on the computer's screen. "These are Ladybug and Chat Noir. They are magic heroes from Paris and..."

"Timmy, just skip to the topic. I don't care about who they are," Jason intervened. Damian, who was by Dick's side on the upper floor, snorted.

"As I was saying," Tim continued, ignoring Jason's complaints. "They just got through our regular health check-up. Blood samples, a single session of therapy, etc and etc," he minimized Chat Noir's tab and zoomed on Ladybug's. "And since Ladybug said she's adopted, I thought about running a check with her blood samples."

"It doesn't seem important to me," Jason snickered again, making Tim huff in annoyance. Bruce didn't say a thing.

"But it is. This is the result," and just at it, Tim pressed another button on the keyboard, showing the results of the DNA test.

Ladybug and Batman were a match. Father and daughter.

"And not only that," Tim changed tabs and pulled another DNA file, opening the results.

Ladybug and Robin were also a match. Brother and sister.

"Hold the fuck up! Bruce has another kid?!" Jason yelled, prompting Dick and Damian to jump from the upper floor to stand in front of the computer. The younger Robin frowned while looking at the heroine's picture. She couldn't be older than himself.

"There's a 100% match, which means she's both your kid and Talia's," Tim put the results side by side on the screen, turning to look at Bruce.

"Hey, Demon's Spawn, have you ever seen the girl before?" Jason asked Damian, who also seemed to be caught by surprise by the information about having a sister.

"What's her civilian identity?" Bruce asked, after Damian's minute-long silence at Jason's question.

"We don't know yet. I could run a search, but that's 8 billion people on the planet to be compared. It may take a while," Tim cringed, doing the math mentally. If he added the people that weren't exactly from Earth and the ones who had only recently been added to the database, he would still be missing a couple of millions of people.

"Do it," Bruce's voice echoed in the cave, the man long lost in thought.

It just didn't sit right on him.

They had destroyed all the samples the League was supposed to have of him after they found out about Heretic and Damian. Or so he assumed they did.

"Six days, at least. Fifteen top," Tim spoke up, leaning against his seat in front of the computer.

"Don't forget the birth certificate loophole. We don't even know if Ladybug was raised legally. She can be like Cass, as far as we know," Jason warned.

They decided to keep the info between them for the time being. Cassandra wasn't home and Stephanie was in her afternoon classes at university. There was no reason to create expectations without further proof of what was happening.

"Can she be an impostor?" Damian inquired, staring at the heroine's picture on the screen.

"Hard to believe. Very little people know about your existence, and even less would be able to do something like this. I'm almost sure that the League has something to do with it, but Ladybug may not have been raised within their teachings," Tim explained, scrolling on his phone. He had nothing to do if not waiting for the computer to give them the answers. Ladybug's file in the JL computer was bland, at most. They were she operated, her basic abilities, and that was all. Nothing else.

The little things they knew about her powers, magic jewelry called Miraculous, were because both Diana and Mera, Aquaman's wife, had heard about the legend of Ladybug and the Black Cat before. God-like beings embodying the concepts of Creation and Destruction.

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Jason: So, demon spawn, what’d you get me for Christmas?

Damian, handing him a box: Here.

Jason: *opens box*

Damian: It’s a first edition copy of Misery by Stephen King.

Jason: Oh, how original, even though I have 3 copies of these already.

Dick: Jason, be nice

Tim: Even I have to admit that’s a nice gift. The kid probably murdered his allowance for that.

Damian: Oh, no, I didn’t. That’s one of his copies.

Jason: Wait a minute, you stole my book and gifted it back to me?

Damian: Yes.

Jason: You little-

Damian: Look at the first page

Jason: *sighs and opens book* (;° ロ°) *carefully takes a seat then reads aloud the text* To Jason, you can, you should, and if you’re brave enough to start, you will. With best wishes, Stephen King

Dick:

Tim:

Jason:

Damian: Yeah, Raven wanted to get her book signed so I got one of your copies and went with her. Sorry if you didn’t want anyone writing on it, he kinda added a few things to your notes

Jason: (⚆ᗝ⚆) *shaking, while holding the book* Stephen King read my notes?!?!?!

Damian: Yes, I remember him complimenting them and saying you were very observant.

Jason:

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ML/DC Bio Mom AU Part 1 (Starfire)

‘So I’ve seen some AUs with Poison Ivy, Catwoman, or Harley Quinn as Marinette’s Bio mom, So here’s some other DC ladies and how Marinette finds out! Note: Starfire is an adult in this AU, and powers and abilities come from the DC comics wiki and Teen Titans wiki.

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Marinette woke up one day floating above her bed. She screamed loud enough to wake the neighbors. Tom and Sabine rushed upstairs to find her floating up by the ceiling. The Kwamii were in a panic, and weren’t even trying to hide (it’s not like Sabine and Tom would never find out, and Marinette never asked why the fridge was always stocked with the Kawmii’s foods), instead they were trying to help her learn how to move. After helping her down, and calming her down, Tom and Sabine decided it was time to tell their daughter the full truth. Marinette had always known she was adopted, and knew that Tom and Sabine loved her as if she were their flesh and blood, but she never knew who her parents were. It was a massive shock to her when they told her that her biological parents were the heroes Starfire and Nightwing.

Tom and Sabine explained that they met the couple through Gina, who had met them during her travels. The two couples eventually became close friends, and around the time Mari was born, Starfire’s Komand’r returned, and threatened to kill Mari. In order to insure their daughter’s safety, they asked Tom and Sabine to adopt Mar’i Nettie Grayson-And’r and to hide her identity they changed her name slightly to Marinette. They told her that when her bio parents had finally felt it was safe again, and were more than happy to speak with her whenever she was ready. Koriand’r wasn’t sure if Marinette would meet them before or after she got her powers (she had a hunch her daughter would inherit them), and left her some letters to help her learn how to use them. Marinette asked if she could read the letters, and if she could meet her bio parents before school started.

“My sweet little Mar’i, I don’t know if we’ll get to see you before your powers develop, but as your mother I will always look after you. The most important thing you should know is that your powers are linked directly to your emotions,” Wonderful. That’s just what Marinette needed when she was already dealing with a terrorist targeting peoples’ emotions, “You’ll probably develop the power of flight first, it was the first one I did. In order to fly, you will need to feel unbridled joy. That should be easy, seeing the world from the skies sparks that feeling on its own,” For her, it was the thought of defeating Hawkmoth. Next thing she she knew she was floating again. It was easy enough to figure out how to move around, she just had to lean different directions. Picking up speed was easy enough as well, stopping was a bit tougher, but she got the hang of it. Marinette loved to fly, it made getting to Akumas much faster, and while she kept herself hidden as a civilian, as Ladybug she could play it off as getting stronger and unlocking new powers. Chat asked her about it once and how he could fly, thankfully her timer went off, and later Plagg would cover for her and tell Adrien that it was just a power the Ladybug Miraculous had.

“To use your starbolts, you must feel a righteous fury. Think of a time someone has unjustly hurt you or someone else, channel everything you wish you could have done. Oh my little star! I bet your starbolts will be beautiful, and I can’t wait to see what color they are,” Thinking of Hawkmoth, Lila, and even Adrien at times helped her master her starbolts. They were a gorgeous sapphire blue to match her eyes, and now that she could fly, she could practice using them outside of Paris! Tom and Sabine suggested she look up videos of her mom fighting, so she could learn how to make combos and learn some moves. Marinette was careful to never use this power as Ladybug, she didn’t want Chat getting suspicious.

“Since you are half Tamaranean, you will most likely have my super strength. Whenever you want to use this, tap into your boundless confidence, I know you can do it!” This was a little harder for Marinette. Due to the heaps of expectations placed on her by her classmates and Mrs. Bustier, the torment she endured from Lila and her supporters, and Hawkmoth had destroyed her confidence over time. However, Tikki and the Kwamii reminded her that she could fly, that she was a superhero, she was a designer. Slowly they helped her rebuild her confidence, until one day as she was trying to get a pen that rolled under her dresser… she picked it up! She quickly climbed onto her balcony and took off to the forest she’d been practicing in to test her new found strength. While she wasn’t able to fully find her limit, she is confident she can lift buildings. She continued to read her mother’s letters, and continued to learn about her powers, until she got to the last letter.

“Around the time your powers have finished kicking in, the rest of your tamaranean genes will begin to show. Don’t worry, I promise you’ll be fine!” Marinette woke up one morning to find that she had outgrown her bed, and most of her clothes. She quickly googled her bio parents, ‘Yep, that makes sense. My bio dad is 5′10″ and my bio mom is… 6′4″!?’ Quickly measuring herself, Mari realized she was now 6′2″. She also noticed something else, her hair had grown overnight as well, and was dragging on the floor behind her. Oh well, this wouldn’t be a problem since she was a fashion designer, and the Miraculous could disguise her appearance. She spent the next few weeks remaking her wardrobe.

Three weeks before school started, she was sitting in a café. She was finally going to meet her parents! She was scrolling through her phone, looking at all the messages she’d been sent. Mrs. Bustier was asking her to do everything except plan and teach the lessons, her classmates were demanding things and volunteering her to do things for them, and Adrien was sending her reminders not to rock the boat and to not expose Lila. Plus with Hawkmoth getting stronger, she was half tempted to ask her bio parents for help. She loved her Maman and Papa dearly, but she was at her limit, and getting out of Paris seemed like a great idea. Her thoughts were interrupted when she heard the door swing open, and thinking it was her parents, she looked up. There were her classmates, even Chloe and Lila.

“There you are Girl! We haven’t heard from you all summer,” Alya started, but she was quickly cut off by Alix, “Yeah Mari what gives? You just ghosted us!” Marinette sighed, with her enhanced hearing she could easily catch Lila whispering something to Rose about her potentially doing some sketchy stuff behind their backs. “I… got in contact with my bio parents over the summer, and have been dealing with that. In fact I’m here to meet them,” Most of her class looked amazed, Lila had told them Marinette’s Bio parents never wanted to see her again, but she also told them that Marinette lies so they figured that’s what this was. “Dupain-Cheng, you look weird. What happened to you,” Chloe snapped, crossing her arms. At this, Marinette stood, and her classmates’ jaws dropped. She towered over them with the grace of a queen, and had incredibly long hair up in a ponytail that almost seemed to move on its own. She walked past them to the counter and to get another coffee. She turned back to her classmates.

“If you don’t mind, I’d like to meet with my parents in private,” Mari said. She watched as Lila and Chloe led them over to another table, it looks like she wasn’t going to get that private reunion she hoped for. Going back to her booth, she was about to text her bio father that they should meet somewhere else, when the door opened again. There they were, Koriand’r and Dick Grayson, in the flesh. Marinette’s class was staring as Alya whipped out her phone to record, about to leap out of her seat and ask for an interview with the eldest wayne and his supermodel wife (they thought about coming in costume, but didn’t wanna concern people), when she caught something else on her phone instead. Marinette stood up and whispered, “Mom? Dad?” and almost as soon as she got the words out she was engulfed in a hug. As the class shook off their initial shock, they began to process some of the things that were being said:

“Mar’i…. My little star! We missed you so much!”

“Babybird how have you been? We’re so sorry we didn’t reach out sooner, we thought that it was your choice to make and we didn’t want to take you away from your life!”

“You’ve grown so much! Tom and Sabine have kept us updated!”

It took a moment for the class to process. These were Marinette’s parents? However, looking closer they could see it more. Alya was shocked her bestie never told her these were her bio parents! She was so going to give Marinette a hard time for withholding such incredible information! Nino and Kim were elated for their friend, they never believed Lila’s crap about Mari being a bully, they grew up with that girl and knew that she’d never met her bio parents. Lila and Chloe were shocked. Here they were, making an enemy out of Marinette, when in reality she could have been their ticket to fame and glory! Adrien was stunned, not just at who Marinette’s parents were, but how much she had changed. He had to admit she was very gorgeous, and made him seriously doubt his devotion to Ladybug.

Eventually they tuned back into the conversation in front of them, and heard something that shook them to the core, “If it’s alright with you all, can… can I come with you to Bludhaven? I’d really like to get to know you more and I’ve been having a rough time in Paris, a lot is going on and it’s getting to be too much. If you don’t want-”

“Mar’i Nettie Grayson-And’r! Of course we want you! Come on, let’s go talk with Tom and Sabine, and you can tell us everything that’s been going on!”

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Let me know if I need to change anything or if you’d like a continuation of this! I may do a different superhero or villain next!

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Eeeek! I just had a passing thought!

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-Maribat

-Daminette

-WE part time intern

-Marinette/Ladybug has a huge crush on Robin. While Damian/Robin has a crush on Marinette. Don't know each others identities.

-Midnight Balcony Visits when he notices that she's pulling on all nighters for her commissions.

-leaving macaroons for Robin on the balcony

-badass marinette beating whoever held her hostage in front of Robin.

-soft/kind damian in school. Shocking everyone else while Mari just thinks that he's a kind person. Confused WE employees and Gotham Academy Students and Faculty. Jon being the no. 1 Daminette shipper. Or would that be Dick???

-kiss in the rain. Upside down Robin, dangling an inch away from marinette. (ya know... The iconic spiderman kissing scene~😏)

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D-DAY Chapter 2 | 244 Days Before

Her contact hadn't been modest in his description of Gotham. The city was as insipid as he told her, with puffs of mixed clouds and smog looming over. not as guards but as judgmental observers. Muted colors accompanied black umbrellas and gray pavements. Even the greener areas was a smudge in the scenery, rather than a striking element of surprise.

Marinette pushed on the gates of the manor. She had one pink suitcase, a matching purse, and a will to survive the city.

At first, she had planned to rent a humble apartment but when a family friend had caught news of her visit, he immediately urged her to reside in the manor instead. She jumped at the offer rather quickly when he mentioned that she could earn some money as his assistant.

"Marinette, it's good to see you." Alfred welcomed her at the door, helping her with the luggage.

She gave a smile and a wave. "Alfred, hello. Thanks for inviting me again."

The interior of the house exceeded the grandiosity she had seen in her rich friends' abodes. She couldn't help but gawk at the chandelier and pristine carpeting. Alfred manages all of this on his own?

"The masters are not around at the moment," said Alfred. "Shall I take you to the bedroom and tour you around the house?"

"Sure." She nodded.

The prepared bedroom looked comfy enough. Alfred had even added a sewing machine for her to use. After the tour, they headed to the back gardens for afternoon tea and snacks.

"How did you find the trip here? I would've fetched you if you told me about your flight schedule." Alfred set down two cups of green tea on the table, along with an array of pastries.

She laughed a little. "Exactly why I never told you. I just got a cab."

His expression was tinged with disapproval; she sounded like she was making herself a clear target for crime. Despite this, Alfred didn't comment on it. "What do you think of Gotham so far?"

"Just like how you said it would be." Marinette shrugged. "Guess I have to get in touch with my depressive side to fit in."

"It does take some time to get used to."

"I'll try to adapt more quickly."

"I'm happy you volunteered to take some work off my hands," said Alfred, as he passed her the sugar. "You will be on kitchen duty most of the time. I'm certain the masters will appreciate a new style of cooking."

Marinette brought the teacup to her lips, savoring its warmth against the cool weather. "I can help with anything you ask, don't worry."

"I wouldn't want to get in the way of your other . . . responsibilities."

Other responsibilities. She pursed her lips.

"I have more than enough time for them," she assured. "Speaking of cooking, is there anything I need to know? Allergies and restrictions? Likes and dislikes?"

Alfred took a piece of cheese bread. "Not everyone in the family stays in the manor everyday, but there are times where they do dine together. As for restrictions, I have prepared some lists for your perusal."

"Of course you have," Marinette smiled, eyes glittering. She and Alfred were similar like that.

"If you would like, you can also help in ordering our groceries if there are any ingredients you wish to purchase."

She reached for a puff pastry, still warm from the oven. "I was thinking of baking something as a 'thank you' for taking me in. You said the family will be around for dinner tonight . . . how about macarons?"

"Macarons would be wonderful. I believe I have the ingredients stocked," Alfred replied.

Although cooking and baking weren't first in line for her career options, Marinette was satisfied with gaining new experiences.

"I must warn you about the boys. They can be quite a handful." Judging from the exasperation in his tone, Alfred seemed to stand by that on a daily basis.

"Not as chaotic as my friends, hopefully."

"I would say they can be a headache." He sighed. "If they give you trouble, feel free to inform me."

The Wayne family . . . She had done her fair share of research. Obviously, there was much more than what the public knew. She was already aware of their nightly escapades, but she'd never dare tell them that she was in the know.

Marinette leaned back on the chair.

"How are your Guardian duties?"

Her lip caught between her teeth. She didn't expect him to bring it up. "It's going well," she responded coolly, touching one of her earrings. "I brought two Miraculouses with me but I don't plan on using them that much. Only for emergencies."

"The kwamis?"

"I'll make sure to keep them hidden." She needed to avoid unwanted attention after all.

"If you need help, you're welcome to ask me." Alfred poured another cup of tea. "You need a healthy recovery. I do think Gotham is not the best place for it, however a getaway from Paris is suitable."

No. Leaving Paris won't do anything different. I'm not here to escape from it. I'm here for something else. She swallowed. A part of her regretted telling Alfred about Paris.

Her gaze lowered. "Yes, I'll keep that in mind."

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Tim padded down the stairs wrapped in a blanket from the top of his head, down to his ankles. The manor was quiet. It usually was. Heavy curtains hung motionlessly, barring the sunlight from intruding. Oak furniture held nothing but lifeless objects with dust littered inside nooks and crannies. The hallway seemed to stretch for miles. Empty. Hollow.

It was like the Drake Manor all over again.

He was lucky Alfred persuaded him to get some sleep. If he hadn't spent the hours in his slumber, he would've collapsed in the middle of the meeting. But the problem with sleeping was that his extra work would pile up, and he'd spiral into a draining schedule once again.

Work. Eat. Work. Drink coffee. Patrol. Work. And repeat.

He wouldn't mind extra company. But the others had lives of their own, immersed in their timelines that seldom crossed with his. If he voiced out his complaints, he was sure they wouldn't take him seriously if they were even there to listen to him in the first place.

And so he trudged, dragged his starving body along the hall, thinking maybe—maybe—if he reached out to any of his siblings, at least one would try to spend time with him.

Tim took one step into the kitchen and froze. "Who are you?"

Everything hit him at the same time: the scent of baked pastries, the heat coming from the oven, the sight of an unfamiliar girl holding a mixing bowl. His unfocused eyes blinked tiredly.

"You must be Mr. Drake. It's nice to meet you." The girl smiled. "I'm Marinette. I'll be helping Alfred around the manor."

Tim blinked again. His fuzzy memories recalled Alfred and Bruce announcing a newcomer, with a warning to hide signs of their vigilante activity. But he couldn't remember the specifics.

He eyed her suspiciously.

"Did Alfred not mention anything . . .?" The girl frowned.

Tim cleared his throat, taking a seat on one of the barstools. "Yeah, sorry I kind of forgot."

He completely forgot. He would've done a background check if he had a clear mind during the past few days. Not that Bruce or Alfred wouldn't have done one as well. He was cautious of strangers he knew nothing about, especially if they were allowed inside the manor.

"It's all good. I'm baking macarons for dinner's dessert. Alfred's trimming in the gardens but I'll let him know you're awake." Marinette pointed to a metal tray. "Would you like me to make you something? Brunch? Snacks?"

His stomach growled loudly. Tim blushed. "Brunch, please."

She nodded. "Any preferences?"

"Anything edible, thank you."

She grabbed a plate of the macarons and handed it to him. "Here, help yourself while I prepare."

Tim took a yellow piece between his fingers as he stared at it. It wouldn't be smart to readily accept it from someone he didn't know yet. But if Alfred knows her and trusts her enough, that's okay, right? He took one bite. A sour flavor erupted in his mouth, satiating a part of his appetite.

He took more macarons as he watched her glide around the kitchen. Short stature, agile, dark hair, he noted, an accent . . . she's not from around here.

"So where did you come from?" Tim asked.

"Paris," she answered breezily. "Alfred's a longtime friend of my grandmother. He suggested I come work here when I mentioned my trip to Gotham."

"Why the sixth circle of hell?"

Marinette laughed a bit. "Opportunities. Some friends of mine have connections in Gotham, so I'm thinking of reaching out to them."

Still, coming to Gotham of all places was rather sketchy. He'd have to look more into her reasons during the background check.

"Does that include Wayne Industries?"

Pink tinted her cheeks. "Yeah, it does. Oh, but I'm not planning to take advantage of my work here or anything like that!"

The corner of his lips tugged upwards. "Too bad, I was planning to give you an easy way in as co-CEO."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "I'd rather earn my merits, Mr. Drake."

"Tim. Call me Tim."

"Tim," she repeated.

Marinette moved towards an open binder propped on top of a chair. Tim took a peek and saw that it was a set of instructions from Alfred. She continued her cooking before finally giving him a steaming cup of coffee (and she knew to use his favorite mug!)

The first sip took him to the heavens. The ambrosia drink burned his tongue but satisfied the junkie in him. It was unlike anything he'd tasted before.

"This is amazing," he rasped out.

"My personal brew!" She chirped. "I tend to pull a lot of all-nighters myself."

He'd drink it everyday. Inject it into his bloodstream if he could. Marinette must've seen his stunned expression. "Are you leaving for work today? I can pack you a thermos," she said.

His eyebrows shot up. "I'd like that."

Tim eagerly sipped on his coffee as the smell of brunch wafted around in the room. Doesn't matter if it's poisoned, he decided, this is my new drug.

He pouted at the empty mug afterwards. "If you can make this everyday . . ."

"I'll make sure to have it on hand all the time."

Finally, she slid the plate food in front of him before grabbing a cup of coffee for herself and settling by the bar. Tim held himself back from wolfing down the whole thing in seconds.

"I have to admit, I didn't expect anyone from the family to be home," she told him, drinking her coffee. "Alfred said I'll be meeting everyone tonight."

He grimaced. "I think he assumed that I won't be waking up until later today. Actually, I usually stay in my apartment, not in the manor. Sorry."

"No, no, don't apologize. I was just a bit surprised." She ran her thumb on the cup handle. "I don't mind the company."

I don't mind the company.

He could say the same for her. As they fell into a continuous conversation, Tim slowly compared her to a breath of fresh air, a wave of color in the restrictive walls of the manor. The kitchen felt alive with her in it. The entire manor even.

"What do you do that makes you so sleep-deprived, by the way?" he asked.

"Clothing commissions, designing, my online courses," she listed off. "Making sure my friends don't get into trouble. I also helped in my family's bakery."

A fashion designer, he stored the thought away for later. "Sounds like a lot." He lifted a spoonful of food. "More hectic than my life."

"I'm sure you're busier." She shook her head, ponytail swaying. "I can't imagine what it's like to oversee a company of your own."

"Yeah, I won't recommend that life." Not to mention the vigilante gig.

"Before I forget." She set her cup aside and laced her fingers together. "Do you have any advice for meeting your family?"

Bruce will pull out his faux persona either way, he wanted to answer, and the others will be too preoccupied to pay attention to you. It was even a miracle they'd be getting together for dinner.

"You don't have to be nervous, they're not—err—stuck-up people if that's what you're worried about," he replied. "Alfred's already vouching for you. It's not like they can change his decision. Also, your macarons are enough to win them over."

Her lips parted. "You think the macarons are good?"

"More than good."

"Will you be here tonight?"

There's papers to be signed. Background check. Monitoring. Board meetings. Project proposals. Emails to be answered. That one favor for Babs that I haven't finished.

"Sure, I'll be there."

Marinette smiled widely. Her radiance seemed to spread around the place. It was strange for her to be in gloomy, ruthless Gotham. She was an outsider among outsiders. At the same time, Tim couldn't say that her presence was unpleasant.

She went back to the kitchen counter to brew more coffee for his thermos. "I'll pack macarons with this, if you want."

"Can I get two boxes? I'll give one to my assistant as a peace offering."

She chuckled. "Of course."

Tim's gaze flickered to his empty plate. He was full. Energy buzzed in him. The loneliness had somewhat disappeared.

When was the last time I felt like this?

He blew out a shaky breath whilst watching Marinette. She was still a mystery. He was yet to know everything about her but his subconscious already chose to trust her. Breath hitching at the realization, he gripped the edge of the bar.

Tim rubbed both his eyes. I have to start coming to the manor more often.

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Can you make a Daminette Rival to lovers prompt or a moment that would fit in a book like that please :)

Daminette rivals au

(Marinette is Jagged's Stone bio daughter, Jagged and Bruce are childhood bestfriends)

Imagine this Marinette and Damian both go to separate schools (Gotham, Paris) but they always compete against each other or together. For example they will compete against each other in the solo section of a sport or compete together in the duo part of the competition.

Marinette and Damian always compete in a Academic challenge since they were both 10 and it has been a tie EVERY. SINGLE. YEAR

They would always argue about who takes home the trophy. Then they would argue to the person who sponsored/started the competition about how there can't be two first place winners.

They are now 16 years old and they both won the competition again. And they went to the sponsor to complain again.

While complaining they both said at the same time "I know my worth" or something like that. Then the sponsor says "No, you both don't know your worth. If you knew your worth, you wouldn't come to my competition every year and argue with each other. If you knew your worth you wouldn't give each other smug looks everytime you answered a question right. If you both knew your worth, you would already be dating". Marinette and Damian both blushed at the statement (Damian's ear tips got red). The sponsor then said "This year I got two first place trophies, so you guys just take them and go".

After Marinette and Damian left the sponsor's office, they both asked each other if the other wanted to accompany them to an ice cream parlor at night. They both knew that their families would celebrate both their victories together.

They said yes at the same time, Marinette kissed Damian on his cheek.

BOOM LATER ON THEY ARE SECRET DATING

ANOTHER BOOM AFTER THEIR RELATIONSHIP BECAME PUBLIC THEY STILL HAVE THE BANTER THEY HAD WHEN THEY WEREN'T DATING

ANOTHER BOOM THEY ARE STILL RIVALS

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Snippet from Mara

In honor of Jason Todd’s birthday, enjoy this snippet I started for Jasonette July, but never finished.

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Marinette blinks at the gun aimed at her shoulder, not even bothering to let out the annoyed sigh that wanted to escape.

“Your aim is a bit off. My head’s a little higher than that.” She says instead, raising an eyebrow. The figure standing in front of her lets out a sort of choked noise.

“Are you…are you okay?” He asks, the voice slightly mechanical (probably because of the ugly ass helmet). Marinette shrugs.

“I mean, I’m fine right now. But if you shoot me and it’s not fatal, I’ll have to go to the hospital. And I neither have the time, nor the money for that.” She explains.

“You….you don’t want to be shot because of…money?” He asks. Marinette sighs.

“I mean, kind of? I don’t have health insurance because I literally moved here a month ago. But enough about me. You’re the one literally aiming a gun at me, I think we should analyze those choices.” She says, trying to change the conversation. She honestly wasn’t sure how they’d gone from what she’d assumed were her last moments to the guy being almost worried.

“I wasn’t- I didn’t mean-” He stops and lets out a long groan. “Do you know who I am?” Marinette snorts.

“No, sorry, I think I missed that somewhere between walking into this alley and you pointing a gun at me.” She jokes.

“I’m the Red Hood.” He- Red Hood- says. Marinette tilts her head.

“Then why are you wearing a helmet?”

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Anyway, enjoy this tiny snippet. It’s basically all I wrote for Jasonette July in the entirety of July. I may eventually go back and write more, but that would be way down the line once I’ve finished my current (posted) WIPs.

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Masterlist | Maribat

Daminette

Rue

Jasonette

Jasonette July 2022

Aim

Target

Strike

Replace

Prejudice

Pride

Learning

Classics

Blush

Tree

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Rue - Chapter 1

Story Materlist | Ao3 | Wattpad

She hadn't felt this numb in so long. She didn't want to believe it, but the evidence was irrefutable. Everything lined up, and the closer she looked back the clearer it became. He had gradually become more distant and tried to cover it up by giving over-blown affection.

Marinette turned the water off and set the plate in the drying bin. Taking a breath in she dried her hands off. She sent a text out as she checked on her girls, she cracked the door open to them peacefully sleeping. She leaned against the door frame and sighed with contentment, her girls were her most important part of her life. Even more so than being Ladybug, or a Guardian. And more important than Adrien, no matter how much he had affected her life he was no longer a part of her life as of tonight. Marinette had grown from being the obsessive young teen, then had been her most embarrassing time but now was the time she most regretted. As much as she appreciated her best friend, she wished she hadn't encouraged her.

Her phone went off.

You got this, just call if you need help. We're here for you and the girls.

She smiled and sent a thumbs up. She closed the girls’ room to head to the living room, she got her knitting project out. Mylène and Ivan were adopting a girl and so she asked for the girl’s favorite color(s) so she could make her a hat. There were commissions or designs she could work on but she needed to get this over with, she couldn’t let herself get caught up with anything. And knitting had become a mindless task, once you’ve done it long enough. She started the brim of the hat.

Knit, knit. Pural, pural. Knit, knit. Pural, pural. Knit, knit. Pural, pural. And onwards. She had already gotten a few rows started for the head of the hat when Adrien finally came home. It was almost ten, just over two hours from when dinner was finished. He locked the door, kicking off his shoes as he hung his coat up. She heard his keys clang into the bowl, his footsteps were hushed as he went down the hall.

“Oh, Maribun, I thought you would be in bed. You didn’t have to stay up for me.” His voice was sweet, but the nerves were clear enough. His smile was fake, it was his model smile. Mari had seen it more and more, but had brushed it off. Adrien took to rolling the bottom of his sweater between his fingers.

“Actually Adrien I wanted to talk to about something,” she expressed. Adrien tensed up enough that Marinette noticed as she put down her knitting and sat up. “Could you sit down please?”

“Uh, um, yeah of course.” His smile was slightly strained and he tried to relax in the seat parallel to hers. “What did you want to talk about?”

Marinette took a breath and clasped her hands together, “I-”she took another breath and started tapping her fingers“-don’t want you to freak out, or try to argue with me. I want a calm adult conversation.”

He nodded, “Of course.”

“I know about Lila.”

“What?” He stopped his fiddling and his head tilted slightly.

“I said I know.”

“What are you talking about?”

“Please don’t make me say it Adrien.”

“I don’t understand what you’re saying Marinette,” he rolled his sweater with more force than before. “Are you well? You really need to go to bed sooner rather than staying up late for work.”

Marinette took a deep breath and looked him in the eyes. “Adrien don’t lie to me please. Have you or have you not been with Lila?”

Adrien's eyes widened and he frowned at her, “Mari why would you think of such a thing? I haven’t seen or heard from Lila since lycée.”

Marinette thought she would have broken if she heard him lie to her, especially about Lila. But she didn’t, she was hurt beyond measure, yes. But a part of her had expected him to lie. That’s what hurt the most, was that she had been right. If only she could be wrong, if only they had been wrong. She pursed her lips together, and turned away from him for a moment.

“I-“ her voice cracked. She opened her bag and took out a slim binder and folder. “Alya has had her suspicions for a while and you know her. She doesn’t know when to cover her nose. And, um,” she opened the folder to show pictures of Adrien with Lila. Going for walks, him holding her hand, her latching onto him, sitting in cafes together. Adrien smiling, really smiling even in some.

“Mari this is all out of context, I’m-“ his lies were cut off.

“Really?” She grabbed the stack and took the ones from the bottom. Photos of him kissing Lila and going to where Marinette assumed was her house. “Are these taken out of context? What about these? Lie to me again, Adrien.” Her voice was thick with emotion. “Not to mention Chloé bumping into Alya during this and guess what she got Sabrina to look at for them?” She opened the binder, “These are your calls from within the last two years. Two years. Every call you had with her highlighted, and because they go above and beyond. Every word, every breath, is there. Not to mention Alya got video proof of you with her, and we both know how amazing she is with a camera. You’ve seen the Ladyblog videos.”

Adrien was silent until he finally stated, “You had Alya spy on me? Mari what the hell!”

“E-excuse me? I did n-”

“You’re always so paranoid!” He stood up waving the folder.

“Adrien please don’t yell. I just want to talk about this.”

“And you’re spending time with Chloé, when you didn’t even want me hanging out with her back in collegé? You are such a hypocrite!”

Mari stood up, “Adrien please sit down, we don’t need to wake up anyone. I want to sort this out calmly.”

“No Marinette, this is wrong. See this is why I said you shouldn’t hang out with Alya anymore. Cause she pulls bull like this!”

“Do you even hear yourself Adrien? You’re not even ashamed of yourself?”

“What I hear is you had Alya follow me, this is your own fault,” He threw the folder on the coffee table. “It’s all fine when you just give me more of your time.” He went around the table to her. “We’re perfect together, but both sides need to give.” He reached to hold her face but she stepped away. He frowned and kept moving forward.

“Adrien I have been giving, I’ve been giving a lot to our relationship. If you would just get rid of your tinted glasses you’d see that.” She took another step back. “And we aren’t perfect, no one is perfect.”

He kept stepping forward, “No but we are,” he grabbed her wrist. “We’re made for each other, Marinette.”

Marinette tensed.

No, no, no, no, no. It has to be a coincidence. It couldn’t be.

“We’re made for each other, M’lady!”

“No, that’s how love works, Adrien. Please give me space,” She took a step towards the balcony doors. Adrien kept following her steps, “Marinette you’re overreacting, just-“

“Adrien, I believe I’m underreacting if anything.” Adrien put her hand on his chest, she used her other hand to reach behind towards the balcony doors. “Adrien please, I would like some room.”

“Marinette, I love you more than anything. You know that right?” He cupped her face but she pulled away. His brows pulled together as his lips became a flat line.

“Your actions say otherwise, please can we just sit back down and talk this out.” her hand was ready on the handle while she leaned farther away from him.

“It’s okay, Maribun,” he leaned down to her, his eyes going half closed. Marinette unclipped the handle’s hold, slid it open and grabbed it with her foot sliding it fully open. She yanked Adrien with her arm out onto the balcony, he lost his grip on her wrist and fell hitting his head. Marinette pulled her wrist to her chest, her breathing was increasing in speed.

“Marinette,” he growled. “How could you do that?” His voice suddenly soft, sending Marinette for a whiplash.

Marinette went back for her bag shoving her items back in it and grabbed her phone out. She tapped favorites and pressed call.

“What’s wrong? Please tell me it went well.”

Marinette rushed across the apartment to the girls’ bedroom, “Which miraculous do you have?” On the other end she heard yelling between some of her friends. “Mine in the box but Chloé still has hers.” She opened the door and started shaking Emma awake, “Hey baby go wake up your sister, okay?” Emma nodded with a yawn.

“Okay tell her to transform, I grant her temporary access to the box. Get the horse, open a portal to the girls room,” she stated. She looked down to Hugo tugging at her pants, “Maman what’s wrong?” She melted at her daughter's words, “Nothing sweetie.” She grabbed their hands and knelt to their level, “You remember the teleport trick you do with Mommy?” They nodded their heads, Emma with enthusiasm while Hugo nodded her small face with concern.

“Well we need to do that right now, I will be with you soon okay?” Marinette squeezed their hands, Emma squeezed back and Hugo gave a firm nod. “Okay, close your eyes, and don’t open your eyes cause then it doesn’t work.” The girls did as they were told and Mari went back to her phone, “You ready?”

“Yes, just tell me when.” Alya answered worried, her call had been changed to be on her horseshoe. She had a feeling they should have been there with her, but she let Mari do it on her own like she wanted. She resisted the urge to sigh, she should have offered to have the girls but she didn’t.

“When I say the second turn, and detranform before they open their eyes,” Mari said in a hushed voice. “Okay girls ready?” They shook their heads, “Okay turn, turn-“a portal opened in front of them”-turn. Stop and step forward. Mommy will see you soon.” The portal closed, she heard Emma’s squealing to see ‘Auntie Alya’ on the other side of the phone, “Oh my goodness, what do we have here? The Magical Gems in the flesh! there’s juice in the fridge with Chloé and Nino waiting for you.”

“Okay what do you need me to do now?” Alya turned to her phone now that the girls had gone into the kitchen. She could hear Marinette rushing through the apartment.

“I- I don’t know. He hasn’t come instead from the balcony, I threw him on it.” She brushed her hand through her hair as she collected it to put in a ponytail, “I told him I knew he tried to deny it,” she grabbed a duffel bag stuffing clothes and various items in it. “He tried to come onto me and wouldn’t listen to me.” She grabbed the Miracle Box and shoved it into the bag wrapping clothes around it.

“He what.” Alya clenched her fist.

“But somethings off, and I can’t quite place it.” That wasn’t true, she could feel what it was. She just didn’t want to believe til she saw it, just like with the Lila situation.

“You head over here right now or so help me, I will be the last thing you see till your next life.” Marinette chuckled as her anxiety continued to let itself be known. She slipped her shoes on and pulled down one of her hoodies, she unlocked the door and pulled the bag’s strap over. She hesitated at the door knob, she swallowed. “I just need to make sure he’s okay at least before I leave, his head did hit the balcony.”

“Mari, he is not worth your time, just get out and I can open another portal.” Alya had headed to her bedroom and transformed again. Marinette entered the living/dining area and froze looking through the balcony door. Adrien hadn’t come in but he wasn’t on the balcony.

“Open a portal outside my apartment door.”

“Got it,” she spoke the word and a portal opened to Marinette’s apartment door. Marinette ran to the door and stepped through.

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