#alya grayson

[mochinek0]

Diner Girl

"So, we finally get to meet your girlfriend, in person?" Tim questioned.

"I'm already regretting this decision." Damian declared.

Jason chuckled, "Why? You think she'll like us more?"

"More like drive her away." Damian snarled.

"Relax, Little D." Dick smiled, "We won't do anything of the sort. Besides, it's been three years."

Damian sighed as they pulled up to the diner. Marinette had stated she was busy working until 5pm. The Wayne boys couldn't wait to meet her and asked if they could meet her at her work for a quick bite. They even said they could head out from there and take her home. He knew his brothers would try to convince her to change and go out instead.

Marinette heard the ding of the door opening and turned to see her boyfriend and his family. She smiled and looked at the clock.

'Thirty more minutes until I get off the clock. Maybe they'd like some appetizers.'

The Waynes sat down and saw Marinette subtly wave at them.

"My God, did you see her?"

"It suits her."

"I'm shocked she hasn't dropped anything yet."

Tim quickly took out his phone. He made sure to look interested at it, as he noticed the people in the booth behind them point at Marinette. He made sure his phone was still focused on them as his little brother's girlfriend approached the table.

"Sorry, for the wait." Mari spoke, "What can I get you to drink?"

"Hey, Pixie. Can I get a strawberry milkshake?" Jason questioned.

"Pixie?" she repeated.

"Because you're tiny and cute." he smiled.

His answered earned him a quick kick to the shin by Damian.

"Ow! You brat!" Jason yelled.

Damian flipped him off.

"Ignore them." Dick commented, "I'll take a limoncello float."

"Black coffee." declared Tim.

"Damian?" Marinette questioned, "Chai tea?"

"Yes." he answered.

Marinette smiled and walked away from their table.

"Oh, so she knows you favorites now?" Jason teased.

"Shut up." Damian growled.

"The butter knives aren't sharp enough and you know it." Tim sighed, noticing the girls in the next booth glaring at them.

Tim continued to appear interested in his phone.

'This isn't going to end well.'

Lila smirked as she tipped over her drink and it clattered to the floor.

"Oops." she spoke.

Alya snickered as the drink covered the floor.

"Clean it up, Lila." Adrien declared, "Now."

"Why would I do that, Adrien?" Lila questioned, "I don't work here."

"Well, if that is how you think, I can say you won't have a job anywhere." he replied.

Alya, Nino, and Lila looked at him shocked.

"You can't do that!" Alya shouted.

Adrien smiled and leaned back, "It's my father's company. Father expects perfection everywhere; especially in public."

"But my wrist hurts!" Lila whined, "It's why I spilled it. It was an accident."

He sighed, "We both know you're full of shit."

"Adrien!" Alya gasped.

"You are only special in your own head and it shows." he declared.

"Dude!" Nino cried out, surprised.

Marinette walked towards the table behind them and slipped on the scattered ice. Damian quickly grabbed her, preventing an accident, but the drinks still fell to the floor.

"Marinette!" the manager shouted.

"It-it wasn't my fault!" she stammered.

"You're fired!" he roared.

"But-" Marinette tried to refute.

"It's fine, Habibiti." Damian spoke.

"Yeah." Jason replied, "We'll leave."

The manager glared at her, "See! Now, you are making the patrons leave."

"The only reason we came here was to see Marinette." Dick annouced.

"Besides, " Tim spoke, "maybe you should hire Sausage Hair, there. Seems she'll be out of a job soon."

"Were you spying on us?" Alya shrieked.

"Recorded your conversations, too." Tim commented, "Planning to trip her? Classic."

"You're just jealous that Pixie Pop is better than you." Jason replied.

Lila stood up, in outrage, "I'm the daughter of an ambassador! I am a model for Gabriel Agreste! I travel the world and help with various charities! I know Prince Ali of Achu and Jagged Stone. I help Prince Ali in his environmental charities and I'm Jagged Stone's niece!"

The Waynes laughed. The manager noticed Marinette covering her mouth, but she was laughing, none the less.

'What is going on?'

"One: Prince Ali works in children's hospitals, not environmental projects." Dick stated, "He donates to our charities, all the time."

"Two: Marinette knows Jagged Stone. She is his 'niece', as well as his personal designer." Tim declared, "She doesn't even need this job, but she thought it would get her out of having kids thrown her way for unpaid babysitting gigs, at the last moment."

"Three: You are a waste of space from what Blondie was saying." Jason scoffed.

Damian smirked, "Go ahead. Tell her who we are Agreste. You've spoken to us before."

Adrien relaxed and smiled, "You're the Waynes. Your father is an international billionare."

Lila and the manager's faces drained of color.

Damian turned his glare to the manager, "Four: The only reason we were in your pathetic place was because of the angel in my arms."

"What's so special about her, anyways?" Alya snapped.

"She's my girlfriend." Damian announced.

The Waynes smiled behind him. Lila tensed up and looked between Marinette and the Wayne. Adrien just smiled and the manager sensed he had made a huge mistake.

"Come along, Angel." Damian spoke, "We'll take you home and we'll treat you to dinner."

"I have five restaurants ready to take our reservation in three hours." Tim declared.

Dick smiled, "We can settle it in the car."

"Sorry, I was such a bother, Damian." Marinette whispered.

Damian leaned down and placed a kiss on her lips, "You are never a bother to me. Though, you also have to thank Agreste there. He was trying to get the bitch to clean up the mess she made, before you came over."

Marinette smiled, "Thanks, Adrien."

"Oh, you're welcome, Mari." Adrien replied,, "Sorry, you ended up falling and getting fired."

Marinette just shrugged it off, "Like Tim said, I don't need this job. I just tired of Alya and Nino dumping their siblings at me for free babysitting gigs. I mostly took this out of spite. I'll be moving out of my parents' place this year; I didn't want to deal with packing and trying to take care of kids for some people who hate me."

"Come on, Pixie Pop!" Jason shouted, "Let's blow this popsicle stand!"

Dick smiled and placed a hand on her shoulder, "We can drop you off and we can go change in our suits that you made us."

Marinette smiled brighter, "They fit, right? Nothing needs to be adjusted?"

"Are you kidding me?" Jason asked, leading the way out the door, "Like a glove! Best monkey suit I've worn!" making her giggle.

"Do we need to stop anywhere to get you dressed up?" Tim asked.

Mari scoffed, "You think I wouldn't have dressy clothes? I have to travel with Jagged to his functions."

"Rock and Roll!" Jason smiled.

Damian kept his arm snug around Marinette's waist as they left the diner with a smile.

"Move, Lila." Adrien demanded.

"Huh?" she spoke, confused by the hostility coming out of his mouth.

"I need to leave." he declared

"But-" Nino spoke.

Adrien pointed to the door as Natalie walked in. She quickly spotted the blonde's coiffed hair and walked towards them.

"Adrien, those were-" she bean.

"The people Lila just humiliated herself in front of and they recorded the whole thing?" Adrien stated, throwing her fully under the bus.

Natalie glared at her as she quickly moved, allowing Adrine out of the booth. Adrien walked around the mess and spotted one of the dishtowels that Mari had dropped onto the floor. He picked it up and threw it right in Lila's face. She sputtered as she removed the soaked towel from her face. It was painfully obvious by the two toned skin color that most of her makeup was wiped off on the wet towel.

Adrien smiled, "You might want to get use to your new job."

"They know Marinette Dupain-Cheng?" Natalie questioned.

"Marinette is dating the youngest Wayne. Unless, Mari puts him in a good mood, Lila is likely to-" Adrien declared as his phone went off rapidly.

He pulled his phone out as Natalie looked towards her tablet.

"Oh, never mind. Timothy Drake-Wayne blasted Lila on twitter. The co-CEO of Wayne Enterprise just showed the world how two-faced Father's model really is." Adiren overdramatically sighed, "He posted the whole video of Lila pretending to be injured and purposefully making Marinette slip. He also posted Marinette getting horribly fired and all of the Waynes calling Lila a huge liar to her face. That's really not a good look for Gabriel."

Natalie tightened her grip on the tablet, "I'll call your father to see how he wants to deal with this new situation, seeing as we were suppose to meet the Waynes tomorrow."

Adrien smiled, "I'm pretty sure that the girl Lila got fired is the Waynes' personal designer."

Lila gulped and slowly sat back in the booth.

"If that is the case, I agree with Adrien, Miss Rossi; I would start looking for a new job." Natalie commanded.

Adrien walked out of the diner with Natalie in tow. Lila sat there frozen until Alya reached out and touched her hand.

"It's gonna be okay, Lila." Alya smiled, "It's-"

Lila tore her arm away from the journalist grasp and glared at her. She got up quickly and tried to rush out the door. In her hurry, she had forgotten about the spill and slipped. Lila fell forward but landed awkwardly, attempting to catch herself. She was rushed to the hospital with a broken arm.

As Nino drove Alya home, she sniffled as she looked through her phone. Her blog was being torn to shreds by people around the world. They were pointing out every lie and detail on how everything Lila said was fake. The comment that hurt the most was: I can't believe this blogger wants to be a reporter! Doesn't this girl know the basics for a reporter? It's called fact checking! Google isn't that hard to use!

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[azurezfiction]

Maribat prompt:

Dick Grayson infiltrates Marinette’s class as the teacher once discovered she’s Bruce’s daughter (and the Batfamily’s newest little sister). Instantly sees the dumpster fire it is and begins making some changes.

Also Lukanette. Because Lukanette is love.

Thoughts?

#miraculous ladybug #mlb #maribat #luka couffaine #marinette dupain cheng #dick grayson #nightwing #batfamily #Lukanette #ml salt #Lila salt #Alya salt #maybe Adrien salt

[hellishere7980]

IMW Chapter 3

Chapter art by danismilek

Isa-no, Marinette Dupain Cheng

30-7-XXX8

Isabella couldn't believe her eyes. Who the hell would just push an elderly old man as they're crossing the street? Not even Gothamites did that (unless there was some type of crime going around).

"Are you alright sir?" She asked the elderly man, helping him up and handing him his cane.

Yes, she was the daughter of a billionaire, but that didn't stop Grandpere Alfred from making sure she was shaped into a decent human being.

"Thank you, young lady." The elderly man replied, shakily getting up. "I'm terribly sorry for making you-"

"No problem at all sir." Isabella told him with a small smile. "If anything, it gave me a slight feel of home." WHAT? He reminded her of Alfred! Sue Her!

Isabella bid the old man goodbye, not realising the perplexed look on his face.

1-1-XXX8

Months passed by, it finally being September, Isa finally having adapted to her new home. But just as she started to adapt to her new life, another thing was hurdled her way.

College Françoise Dupont.

Her father insisted she attend this school, one of the few reminders that he had control over every aspect of her life.

Sighing, Isa made her way to school. She stared at the stairs that lead to the school, scoffing at the size of it. To be honest it looked like the size of the manor's library. That or perhaps Isa just forgot how the library truly was in size. Knowing that she had no other choice, Isa walked into the school and hunted for her class, looking at her timetable and at the numbers of the doors within the school. Something she quickly realised was that she was right. This school was small. Too small for her liking. She managed to find her class, located on the second floor of the building, a bit too close to the stairs if you asked her. Stepping into her classroom, she was met with several pairs of eyes. Ignoring them, Isa headed to the teacher, remembering everything she had researched before transferring to this school.

Caline Bustier - her main teacher and her teacher for French, literature, and poetry.

From what Isa could remember, Bustier is a supposed passionate teacher, eager to protect and nurture her students, hence why she has had the same class for the past several years. Apparently she begged the principal to let her keep teaching the same class year after year. While yes, it did show her love for her students, Isa took it as a sign of fear. Fear of not being able to teach another group of students that weren't the ones she had already taught before. Students that she knew how to control, not having to start from scratch to learn about their weaknesses and strengths. She feared failure, perhaps change.

"Hello, Miss Bustier. My name is Marinette-"

"So you're Marinette!" Miss Bustier interrupted, causing Marinette to narrow her eyes and scrunch her nose in annoyance. "I'm so glad to have you in our class! Please take a seat!"

Marinette simply stood there, looking at her class and then at Miss Bustier. "I can sit anywhere?"

"Pardon?" Miss Bustier asked, tilting her head a bit. That's when it hit her. "Oh! That's right! You've recently transferred from Gotha-"

"Can I or can I not?" Marinette asked impatiently.

"Y-Yes. You can sit anywhere you want." Miss Bustier stammered, watching Marinette choose the seat in the front towards her left.

Marinette proceeded to take out her notebook and go over her classes, taking mental notes on what supplies to buy and which she didn't. Everything was going swell, the class slowly filling in until a certain brat entered the class.

"Move aside! Your Queen is coming through." Chloé announces as Sabrina made sure that her path was clear.

Chloé Bourgeois, the daughter of Paris' mayor. Nothing but a spoiled brat from Marinette's research. As long as she steered away from Chloe, she was fine. With Chloé being the last person to enter, Miss Bustier started the class.

Hell. It was utter hell.

Marinette held the urge to drag her hands down her face at how boring French was. Despite already being 10 year olds, they were going over material that Marinette knew She covered when she was 7! Why was Miss Bustier still teaching this material?

After the lesson was over, Marinette left the classroom, heading to her next class. Hopefully she would be able to convince her gym teacher to get her into the fencing club. She needed to blow off some steam.

There went her chance at asking the teacher to join the fencing team. As soon as Marinette got to persuade the coach to teach her how to fence, a villain appeared, wrecking havoc with her...whatever it was she was using. Thanks to the attack, the students were sent home early, Marinette now in her room. She frowned as she paced around in her room, hating her situation.

There was a villain. In Paris. Where her father couldn't reach her. The irony. Marinette let out a dry chuckle, not believing this all.

"Father is across the ocean, there's a villain running loose in the streets and here I am! Missing the opportunity of a lifetime!"

But the universe just had to be against her.

As she slumped into her computer chair, she noticed the black box with an red emblem on the top of the hexagon shaped lid. Something screamed at her to leave it alone while a piece of her whispered to open it.

Prying the box open, Marinette watched as a red orb manifested in front of her, her eyes following it as it morphed into an odd creature. Making sure the creature was what emerged from the box, Marinette looked back down to the box, noticing a pair of earrings.

Ladybug themed earrings...o...okay...

"Hello!" The being spoke, Marinette quickly snapping from her trance. "I know this is all weird to you, but I can explain. My name is Tikki and I am a Kwami. To be more precise, the Kwami of creation."

Kwami of creation...that implies that there are others like this creature out there.

"Tikki...although I want to say that it's a pleasure to meet you, I know there's a reason behind you gracing me with your presence." Tikki nodded, handing Marinette over the earrings.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I need you to take down Stoneheart."

After Tikki laid down the groundwork on how her miraculous worked, Marinette got to work.

She managed to track down Stoneheart, surveying her actions before deciding on a plan to take down the...akuma? No, that was the name of the thing that possessed her classmate. Villain would be the better term.

"Get away from them!" someone shouted, Marinette looking to the direction of which the voice came from that was about to attack Stoneheart.

A blond boy cladded in black -black leather to be more precise- extended his staff to try and fling the 'villain' away from her new set of prey.

Sighing, Marinette sprung from her hiding spot and prevented the boy from hitting the 'villain,' earning a glare and a 'hey' from the boy.

"What were you thinking?" Marinette growled, crossing her arms.

"Well hello to you too." The boy said, eyeing Marinette's odd choice of wearing a black slit miniskirt and short black cape over her red skin tight bodysuit. "To think such a bossy-" the boy promptly shut up when Marinette glared at him.

"I'm going to forget what you just said if you answer my previous question. What were you thinking?"

"I was thinking of defeating the villain. Isn't that our job?" The boy asked in response.

"Yes, it's our job to-"

"Then let's go! The people-"

"Are you being serious right now?" Marinette dragged her hands over her face. "Are you telling me you haven't been trying to investigate the victim?"

When she saw the boy slowly shake his head, Marinette let out a heavy sigh.

"What? I see a villain, I quickly head over and fight them off. It's our job after all."

"Our job is to protect the people, but that doesn't mean we have to ruthlessly attack the victim or villain. Since we don't know the full capacity of their powers, we have to proceed cautiously. We also have to make sure they destroy as little property as possible." Marinette warned, the boy arching a brow. Just how much did he not realize? "We don't know if the damage they cause is permanent or not...we don't want innocent people to die, or do we?"

She watched as the boy's eyes widened, only then his role finally sinking in. Marinette watched as the boy looked down at his hands, trembling more as he kept staring at them.

"So what are we supposed to do?" The boy asked Marinette, looking at her with fear in his eyes.

"De-escalate the situation." Marinette said, only then realizing something. "What's your name?"

"Adri-"

"Not your actual name, you idiot! We mustn't know each other's identities under any circumstance!" Marinette warned. "So, what's your alias?" The boy hummed before he smiled.

"Call me Cat-um, no, Chat. Chat Noir. What about you?"

"Ladybug." Ladybug provided quickly, raising a brow when Chat Noir looked at her in...admiration? "What?"

"Your name. Have you been Ladybug for a while?"

"Nope. Been Ladybug for a few hours." The two were snapped from their conversation when they heard a scream nearby. "Come on Chat, we have a victim to help."

After an hour of trying to calm the victim down, but coming to no avail, the duo resorted to fighting the victim, finding her akuma to be trapped in a piece of paper tucked in his hand.

Ladybug stood below the Eiffel Tower.

"De-evilize." Ladybug said as she captured the akuma, purifying it with her yo-yo and then releasing it. "Miraculous Ladybug!" Ladybug shouted as she then threw her yo-yo in the air as Tikki had told her, watching as millions of ladybugs erupted from her tiny yo-yo and spread throughout Paris, fixing any damage and reversing the victim's effects on any person inflicted by the victim's power.

"That was amazing!" A girl shouted from across the police tape, Ladybug turning to see her classmate...or rather her seat 'buddy'. Alya is her name...if Marinette remembered correctly. "Say, can we know the name of the hero who just finished saving Paris?" Alya asked, smiling as she watched Ladybug approach her.

"The name's Ladybug. I'm just doing what I must to keep Paris safe." With those words, Ladybug ran off, using her yo-yo to lift herself onto a building and disappear into the distance.

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[quadruple-a]

So my most popular posts all have to do with Batman, but the thing is I’ve never read Batman.

I stumbled into this via miraculous ladybug

I don’t know what I’m doing??

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[itsnothappening]

classics | jasonette

word count: 2k exactly

summary: judging by the opening of his mouth he wasn't even done yet. "and," he said, looking over her once more. "it does look rather amateur. quite average."

a/n: watch me and my poor attempt at a pride and prejudice au.

@maribat-calendar-events

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part 2

The sun was shining low in the sky, casting dark shadows over where the evening birds were singing above the city of Paris. It was indeed a beautiful day—and Alya Cesaire, if asked, would have agreed, but for a completely different reason. 

Her dress flitting in the wind, Alya barged through the crowds of people on the sidewalk with little regard as to what they thought of her. By the time she arrived at the Dupain-Cheng household, she was out of breath, panting heavily. Nevertheless, she ploughed on, striding into the bakery with an air of something important to say. 

"Bonjour, Madame Dupain-Cheng," Alya said quickly, "Do you know where Marinette is?"

Smiling at her, Sabine pointed upwards, adding, "She's busy adding the final touches to that dress she's been working on."

Alya waved at her as she bounded up the stairs to her best friend's room. Knocking impatiently, Alya waited for an appropriate amount of time—that is about two seconds—before pushing the trapdoor open, gasping out her best friend's name. 

"Have you heard?" Alya said excitedly, so excited that she couldn't stand still.

Marinette looked up from whatever she was doing with an amused smile on her face. "What happened now, Alya? Who has gotten married this time? Has Nino finally proposed to you?"

Her cheeks taking on a red hue, Alya squealed loudly, and a few birds startled from their positions. "The Waynes are coming to town!"

Squealing loudly again, Alya tackled Marinette into a bear hug, one the girl awkwardly returned. 

"I apologise," Marinette said, her voice muffled, "But who are the Waynes?"

Alya gasped loudly, scandalised at the fact that her best friend did not know of one of the most influential—and wealthy—families ever. 

"Marinette," Alya grasped her friend's shoulders tightly, "The Waynes? You do not know the Waynes?"

Marinette shrugged uncaringly. "I suppose not. I have not heard the name before."

Alya felt as though she was on the verge of fainting. 

Once Alya felt Marinette knew a sufficient amount of information on the Wayne family, she set about the task she had come to the Dupain-Cheng Bakery for. 

Her gaze catching on the dress Marinette had been working on, Alya felt her eyes widen at its beauty.

"Marinette," she gasped, feeling the soft silk of the dress slide through her fingers. "You should wear this dress to the ball tonight!"

Carefully prying it from Alya's hands, Marinette shook her head in firm refusal. "No. I refuse."

Alya smirked suddenly, and Marinette had to admit, it didn't look very out of place on her.

"Do you want to know what Rose told Juleka who told Mylene who told me?" She asked, whispering conspiratorially. 

Marinette looked at Alya with mild concern. "Even if I do refuse, I doubt that you will listen to me."

Grinning at her, Alya clapped her hands. "Adrien Agreste is coming to the ball and rumour has it that he'll be bringing the Waynes with him!"

Turning her back to Alya to hide the sudden onslaught of red on her cheeks, Marinette hung her dress on her mannequin, rethinking Alya's offer.

"So," Alya elongated the word, asking a silent question.

Marinette sighed, already caving in. "Fine. But only because I want to wear the dress."

Smirking again, Alya shrugged casually. "Of course Mari, whatever makes you feel better."

Marinette shifted uncomfortably in her dress as Alya and the rest of the girls chattered away about the ball. 

"Oh, Marinette," Lila Rossi's saccharine voice ran over Marinette like a snake slithering on grass. Absolutely revolting. "Are you alright?"

The faux concern in her voice suddenly had all of the girls fawning over Marinette, complimenting her dress and encouraging her. 

Assuring them she was fine, Marinette covered her laugh with a discreet gloved hand when she saw Lila's furious expression, her face a mottled shade of red.

"Oh," Mylene said, gasping and pointing in front of them. 

Marinette's gaze moved from the wolf in sheep's clothing to the mansion they were attending the ball for, and she felt her eyes widen slightly. 

The mansion was larger than her own house by a large margin, whispering wealth subtly. Even from the outside, Marinette could see the elegance of it, the intricate, flowery designs that decorated it were a clear giveaway.

As the girls entered the mansion's foyer, Marinette's lips parted into a soft gasp. The inside was even better than the outside.

Soft fairy lights hung across the room, couples swayed and laughter was a clear sound—all in all, it was a warm, beautiful atmosphere, and Marinette couldn't help but let it make her feel good.

"Alya—woah," Nino, Alya's fiance, gaped at Marinette's best friend as his eyes grew wide behind his glasses. "You look—"

Marinette shared a smile with Rose as the girls watched him search for words to flatter his soon-to-be wife. 

"Beautiful?" Marinette offered when it became clear he wasn't about to say anything anytime soon. "Stunning? Jaw-droppingly amazing?"

Nino snapped out of his weirdly stupefied state, and nodded vigorously. "Yes. All of those."

Alya's face resembled a tomato as Nino kissed her gloved hand. "Courtesy of Marinette. Her sewing skills are unmatchable."

"I can agree with that."

Marinette felt the heat filter on her skin as her gaze caught upon Adrien Agreste's formal attire and the way he looked in it. 

"Your skills are amazing Marinette," he said, smiling warmly at her.

Feeling her cheeks turn scarlet at the compliment, Marinette mumbled out a thank you, clutching onto Alya's hand for help.

Quickly seeing it, Alya swooped in to save her, offering Adrien a teasing smile. "Well, well, Agreste. Fancy seeing you here alone."

Adrien blushed a little, shrugging slightly. "Father and Natalie didn't approve of anyone."

"Well," Alya said, a devious glint in her eyes. "Someone in the grapevine told me that your father invited the Waynes to stay with you."

Fidgeting with the cuffs of his sleeves, Adrien nodded. "It's true. In fact, they will be arriving at the ball—"

He was abruptly cut off when the previously chattering room evolved into a silent hush. 

Marinette directed her gaze to the main entrance as four figures stepped in, each wearing a perfectly tailored suit, fine to the last detail. 

The first man to walk in was tall and seemingly the oldest. Marinette was sure she saw every one of the single women in the room swoon at the sight of him. She couldn't blame them, considering that he was quite striking. Artfully messy hair fell across his face, mischievous blue eyes shining from beneath his hair. 

The next two that walked in were younger than her, Marinette deduced, but equally elegant as their—she was assuming—brother. The smallest one, perhaps one not to conform to society's rules, glared at everyone in the room, green eyes sharp, while the other simply stood there, eyes searching the room as if he was looking for something.

It was the last man who walked into the room that caught Marinette's interest. He, like his older brother, was quite tall and muscular, filling out his suit very nicely. His icy blue eyes scanned the room uninterestedly, lips pulled down into a seemingly uninterested expression. Unlike his siblings, the material of his suit seemed to be impossibly darker, highlighting the pure white streak in his hair even more. 

"That's," Adrien whispered in Marinette's ear, hand on the small of her back, "Those are the Waynes."

Gasping quietly, Marinette turned to him, her crush long forgotten. "Do you not have to greet them?"

Giving her a nervous smile, Adrien said, "I would be more glad to do it with company."

Nodding in answer to his silent question, Marinette noiselessly followed him through the ballroom, eyes firmly fixed upon the lace she had sewed onto her sleeve.

"Good evening," Adrien greeted with a tilt of his head, as soon as he and Marinette approached the Waynes.

The oldest brother peered at Adrien with a quick grin. "Good evening. Mr Agreste, I presume?"

Pasting a polite smile across his face, Adrien said, "Please, call me Adrien."

"Well then, Adrien," the brother said, giving a quick look to Marinette, "Who is this lovely lady with you?"

Marinette curtseyed as per the social customs before answering. "Marinette Dupain-Cheng, sir."

Smiling at her fully now, the brother deemed it was time to introduce himself. "I am Richard Grayson, but since we are to be close, you may call me Dick."

Gesturing to his brothers, Richard introduced them one by one, Damian, and Tim, until he finally came upon the one that had caught Marinette's interest. 

"And this," Dick said, hesitating slightly. "Would you like to introduce yourself?"

Rolling his eyes at his brother—no regard for social politeness it seemed—the man muttered Jason Todd curtly.

Well. He seemed like a bit of a brooder, Marinette had to admit. He also didn't look very pleased to be here if anything was to be judged by the death looks he kept on giving to everyone. 

Adrien gave them all his trademark kind smile. "It's nice to meet all of you. Shall I introduce you around?"

Nodding at him to lead the way, Adrien and Dick fell into step with each other, their seemingly sunny personalities melding well. Damian and Tim seemed to be engaged together, so that left Marinette to walk with the brooding, silent Jason Todd. 

They walked in silence, content to listen to Dick and Adrien chatting until she noticed the glances that Jason seemed to be constantly throwing her way. 

Embarrassingly so, it took Marinette more than a few minutes to gather up the courage to talk to him. 

"Your suit," she managed to say, "Is very well tailored."

Surprise wrote itself across his face before he quickly removed it, eyes emotionless once more. "I could say the same for yours."

Blushing slightly, Marinette allowed herself to bask in the glory of the compliment. "I sewed it myself."

"Well," he said snidely, "Ours was done by a professional tailor."

Marinette's jaw snapped shut as she ground her teeth together. Did he just—

Judging by the opening of his mouth he wasn't even done yet. "And," he said, looking over her once more. "It does look rather amateur. Quite average."

Clenching her fists together, Marinette pinched herself hard in an effort to stop the tears prickling at her eyes.

"Well then," she said, just as icily as him. "Good evening to you and your oh-so-professional suit, Mr Todd. I hope I do not see you any time soon."

With that, she turned on her heel, going to where she could see Alya and the rest of their friends gathered.

As soon as she walked up to them, Marinette grabbed a glass of wine, downing it in one go.

"Oh my," Alya said, watching her with scrutiny. "What's wrong?"

"Nothing," Marinette said curtly, sipping at her glass. "Everything is fine."

Alya looked at her with a furrow on her brow. "You sound like you're trying to convince yourself that than telling me. What's wrong, Marinette?"

Sighing loudly, Marinette put her glass on the table with a thump. "It's nothing. Really," she added at Alya's concerned look. "I'm just annoyed."

"Well," Alya said suspiciously. "If you say so."

"I do," Marinette said firmly, wishing Alya would drop it already because it was only pouring salt on the wound that Jason Todd had made with him and his cutting words.

"Alright," Alya said, grinning suddenly. "Now, come on! Let's dance!"

Dragging Marinette to the dance floor, the girl finally allowed herself to let the tension slither out from her muscles, letting her body flow with the music. 

For the rest of the ball, if she felt someone's eyes on her back, she ignored it, having realised who it was when she turned around, only to see the second oldest Wayne staring at her with an unreadable emotion in her eyes. 

If he was going to be an egotistical, rude brat, Marinette wanted nothing to do with him. 

#jasonette july 2022 #jasonette #jason x marinette #marinette x jason #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #damian wayne #adrien agreste #alya cesaire #nino lahiffe #enemies to lovers #pride and prejudice au #fluff #humour #angst #arguments #maribat #mlb x dc #dc x mlb

[rabnerd28]

Explaining the Miraculous Ladybug Batfamily Crossover Fandom

#youtube #maribat #miraculous ladybug #dc comics #batfamily #batman #marinette dupain cheng #damian wayne #chat noir #adrien agreste #bruce wayne #jason todd #red hood #robin #red robin #tim drake #dick grayson #nightwing #alya cesaire #lila rossi

[intotherabithole]

Maribat 1920s speakeasy au

I was originally wanting to find some miraculous ladybug mafia 1920s AUs but I couldn't find anything. Then I figured I would make my own and instead I came up with a maribat one.

This is the mess I have thought of so far:

[ ] Anarka runs a speak easy called the liberty with help of gang leader Jason todd

[ ] Jason and Roy help run alcohol for the liberty and kick out trouble makers

[ ] Luka plays in the band for the liberty and helps out Jason with odd jobs

[ ] Juleka is the singer for the liberty but wants to help more

[ ] Juleka is dating Rose and she tries to keep her out of the dangerous part of her life

[ ] Nino also plays in the band for the liberty

[ ] Alya works as a reporter

[ ] Dick Grayson is a dective investigating a string of murders with the help of his partner Tim

[ ] Tim has only recently joined the police force having always looked up to Dick

[ ] The murders they are investigating are getting written off as gang violence but they think there is something more to it

[ ] There is a new mysterious club that has opened up called Papillion owned by Gabriel Agreste

[ ] A strange drug is showing up called Akuma

[ ] Marinette makes clothing under alias to high-profile clients. Some of these clients have connections to criminal organizations

[ ] Talia is a ballet instructor to both Cass and kagami. She is also friends with Anarka and Emilie.

[ ] Emilie has gone missing

This is what I've thought of so far. I'm not sure what the ships should be or the murderer. If you have any idea, feel free to share them. Also, if you want to make your own works inspired by this concept, please tag me. I would love to see what everyone comes up with.

I also made some sketches already for concept designs.

I was thinking Juleka would uncover her eye when she sings.

#maribat #mlbxdc #dcxmlb #maribat 1920s au #i was also thinking about having adrian and felix switch places #felix wanting to investigate Gabriel and Adrian wants to help while also getting his freedom #maybe have adrian end up meeting Selina and stay with her #i want lila to be a major villian #maybe make her the murder #artists on tumblr #might only make short comics and art for this

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Have you never heard of such a thing, darling?

(The Timari Buzzfeed Unsolved AU)

Chapter 2: The Mysterious Case of Haly’s Circus

The video opens, as always, with Tim sitting on the couch, ramrod straight despite the apparent comfortableness of his cushions, smiling in a way that he knows will set people on edge.

People who have been watching Tim’s channel for a while are suddenly struck with the same feeling that new viewers endure when they open one of his videos for the first time. There is something wrong here, though they can’t quite put their finger on what, exactly, is off.

It is never quite scary. It is hard to be scared of a teenage boy. But it is certainly unsettling.

The reason becomes apparent soon enough: the couch is not pressed to the wall as much as it usually was.

Not that this was an easy thing to realize… until someone pops out of the gap for no reason outside of wanting to be dramatic, smiling widely at the audience.

“I’m back by popular demand!” Marinette says. She leans her arms on the back of the couch. “I’m not sure why I agreed. He doesn’t pay me. I’m being exploited.”

“I literally do pay you.”

“Riiiiight, of course you do,” she says, winking. “Don’t worry, GCPD people watching this, I am well taken care of. There is no fraud going on.”

“I don’t think I like this bit,” Tim mumbles.

“Sucks to suck! I do!”

He huffs. “Why did I invite you along again?”

“Because Alya said that I didn’t complete the bet and you’re lonely?”

“You know, at some point, I’m going to sue you for slander.”

“Public figures can’t really sue for slander!”

Tim’s eyebrows raised. “Is that true?”

“Yeah. It’s why tabloids get away with everything. Probably worth a google.”

He groans and rests his head in his hands. This does not entirely hide the faint smile on his face or the way his shoulders shake with barely restrained laughter. But it’s the effort that counts. Probably.

“Okay. Editor!Me, roll intro.”

The terrible dubstep intro is back, to everyone’s utter dismay. ‘The Gotham Files, with Tim Drake’ bounces around the screen once again, but it ends soon enough, thankfully.

Unfortunately, it is quickly replaced by another intro, complete with a different terrible dubstep song and set of strobe lights, proclaiming that ‘Marinette is also here!!!!!!!!!!’

People who listen closely can hear both of them giggling in the background.

Then, there is a hard cut to the two of them standing outside of what looks to be a run-down carnival. The sign above them declares the place to be Haly’s, but it has long since been graffitied over to say ‘Hell’s’ instead.

Marinette does not seem particularly happy about this change, gripping her new ‘company-provided’ flashlight (Tim gave her a spare he found lying around his house so she wouldn’t drain her phone battery) like it was a lifeline.

Tim pays it no mind, other than a murmur of how cliche it is. He smiles at the camera. “Now, since my intro was so rudely interrupted by Marinette –.”

“Popping out from behind the couch was your idea.”

“– I will explain everything now! We are at the site of Haly’s circus. Twelve years ago, tragedy struck during a seemingly routine circus act. A trapeze line snapped, and John and Mary Grayson fell to their deaths, right in front of their young son.”

There is a moment of silence for the two fallen.

Tim brightens up the moment sixty seconds have finished passing. “And, dear viewers, this particular case is a special one, because I was there when it happened!”

Marinette frowns just slightly.

Tim laughs and waves her off immediately. “I was three, I don’t remember any of it, don’t worry about it.”

She looks somewhat unconvinced, but glances at the camera and decides to drop it. Her concern is wiped from her face like it had never been there at all. She smiles and elbows him in the side. “I guess it’s… a plan to conquer trauma by adding another trauma on top of it. Men would rather visit a haunted theme park than go to therapy.”

He rolls his eyes. “I’m not adding more trauma on top of it, I’m not going to be traumatized. There’s nothing here that can traumatize me.”

“The ghosts are going to make it their mission to prove you wrong, you know.”

“Yeah yeah, my hubris will be my downfall, of this I am aware,” he intones. And then he goes back to addressing the camera. “Now, to this day, people suspect foul play, but police refuse to investigate. Perfect conditions for a possible ghost, don’t you think? So, as always, we are here to solve the mystery of whether the supernatural exists!”

“It does. Can we go home now?”

“Thank you for your investigative journalism,” he says sarcastically, but he slings his arm over her shoulder regardless, pulling her into his side. “Besides, you don’t have to worry. With all the stuff I’ve said to diss them over the years, ghosts – if they were real, which they aren’t – would go for me first.”

“Then could you please let go? I don’t want to be near you when that happens,” she teases.

He huffs a laugh and lifts his arm, allowing her plenty of time to get away. She remains close to his side.

He snickers and lets his arm fall right back into its seemingly perpetual spot around her shoulders. “It’s just an hour.” On cue, bright red numbers appear in the top right corner of the screen, a timer waiting for them to step over the threshold before it could start. “Then we can both leave, yeah?”

“Just an hour,” she mumbles disdainfully.

“Hey, I usually stay overnight. We can do that instead, if you want.”

The video cuts to show… someone, sitting at a desk, in the dark. Their silhouette is rather chunky, it is clear they are draped in one of the biggest, fluffiest blankets known to man. But they are not the focus. No, instead the camera zooms in, to look at the two different computer screens in front of the person. One of them is clearly editing software, and the other is on YouTube. Viewers can see that he is apparently listening to the ChipiChipiChapaChapa song on loop, and has been for at least three hours. Now, though, he finally opens a second tab. The keyboard clacks as they google ‘what time is the sunrise in Gotham’. The mouse circles the time stamp on the bottom of the screen, and the person mumbles under their breath. Apparently doing math, because they edit the timer to say 8:06:45.

The viewers are back to the actual video, where Marinette is laughing.

Tim does not join her.

Her laughter does not quite peter off, but it does gain a slightly nervous edge.

“That’s… a joke right?” she says. “You don’t actually stay in haunted places for hours every time, do you?”

“Well, no, but the only reason I don’t is that there is no such thing as a ‘haunted place’. I do hang out at attractions like this overnight, though.”

“Actually, an hour seems fine.”

The video pauses. Editor!Tim heaves a deep sigh and the clock changes back to its original one-hour-long countdown.

“Also, you’re the most stubborn person I’ve ever met,” Marinette huffs when time returns to normal. They finally step into the carnival together, and the timer starts ticking down. “At least try and pretend like you think ghosts could exist, to make things fair.”

“You think that this place has a house of mirrors somewhere?” he asks. “Because I would like to introduce you to the most stubborn person to exist.”

She huffs. She might have rolled her eyes, but she was too concerned with drinking in every detail of the world around them, searching for anything amiss.

There was a lot amiss about the place, to be fair to her. Old popcorn bags lay forgotten on the ground, abandoned in a rush and trampled under hundreds of feet, their previously bright colors muddied by the elements over the years. What had once been gleaming, colorful rides were now rusting. A family of opossums peers at them suspiciously from behind a couple of molding stuffed animals, their eyes gleaming hauntingly when their flashlights turn on them.

But nothing supernatural.

The longer they go without finding anything of note, the more Marinette relaxes.

She tugs at Tim’s backpack, and he gives her a mildly questioning look, but lets her open it and pull out a spray can of bright red paint.

“How –? When –?”

“A lady never reveals her secrets,” she says, smirking, tossing the can from hand to hand.

“Isn’t that saying supposed to be about – uh – demonitizable things?”

“Probably,” she shrugs. “Not my problem, though.”

“Uh. I think it is, actually,” he laughs. “You’re going to give the viewers the wrong idea about you.”

“Oh no. The supernatural-obsessed, parasocial people in your comment section are going to witch hunt me. Oh nooooooo.”

“You know, they’d probably be happy if they managed to kill you. More things for me to investigate – and with a personal element.”

“They’re just mad because they get no –.”

No one can guess what word is bleeped out here.

He groans, but he is still grinning widely. “Don’t insult my audience and their lack of... dates! You know how important my viewer retention rates are to me!”

She sticks her tongue out at him, slipping out from under his arm and walking over to the nearest contraption. It’s a gravitron, from the looks of things – one of those rides where they spin you around so quickly that you can stick to the walls.

Marinette tugs her shirt up to cover her mouth and nose (Tim quickly shifts the camera upwards at the sight of the barest sliver or midriff with mumbles of ‘demonetization’) and spray paints the words ‘Marinette and Tim were here’.

She looks at it for a moment, seemingly thinking hard, before adding a tiny heart next to their names.

Tim groans. “You’re going to make the shippers freak out.”

Her shirt falls away from her face when she tips her head back in a laugh, and she tosses the can into a nearby trash can. It thumps against something inside, but no pissed-off animals come seeking revenge, so they pay this no mind.

“You can always cut it out in editing.”

“Mmmm trueeeeee,” he says, humming thoughtfully. “But I’d prefer not to. Engagement, you know?”

She gives a little hum of her own before leaning in to press a kiss to his cheek.

His face flushes pink. “What was that for?”

“Engagement.”

He gasps and presses the back of his hand to his forehead, like a Victorian woman who is about to faint over a couch because she happened to catch sight of a collarbone. “Oh of course it’s for the views and not for me,” he pretends to pout.

She grins widely, opening her mouth to respond, but it seems that they are not allowed to enjoy themselves and have fun.

For, in that second, the carnival whirrs to life.

Lights, muted and strangely speckled due to the accumulation of years of grime, shine down on them. The speakers crackle to life, playing songs they hadn’t heard in years. The rides creak as their rusty gears are forced into motion once again.

If you, dear viewer, pay close enough attention, you can see the exact moment the light in their eyes dies.

It coincides pretty well with the lights in the park flicking on.

Hence why paying close attention is vitally important.

Needless to say, the kids are stressed. Probably because the abandoned amusement park does not seem all that abandoned anymore.

“Any chance we tripped a motion sensor somewhere?” Marinette asks.

Tim looks like he has accidentally swallowed a lemon. “Uh… I don’t think that they would still be working after this long…”

“Great! Great. That’s what I thought, too,” Marinette says, her voice squeaking in a way that suggests she does not, in fact, think it is great.

“But – but! There is always an explanation for supernatural phenomena,” Tim says, though he is eyeing the contraption warily. It is hard to tell who he is comforting – Marinette, or himself. Hopefully himself, seeing as he was utterly failing to calm down Marinette. “Noxious fumes causing hallucinations, confirmation bias, a trick done by living people for the sake of monetary gain (a la Scoobert Doo), the wind...”

“You know, at some point this loops around to being in denial,” Marinette mumbles, pressing so close to his side that it starts to look like she is trying to meld with him.

“Shut up,” is all he can manage in retort.

There is a loud bang nearby and the pair of teens scream. Their heads spin on a swivel, and the video is briefly impossible to watch without getting sick. By the time things stabilize, the teens have come up with a solution. Marinette points at the big top, the largest and most instantly recognizable building. It’s the only place that would provide proper cover.

Not that that would do that much good against a ghost, but you have to at least try to survive in situations like these.

“There! C’mon!”

Tim makes a vague sound of protest, but Marinette is already running, and he is dragged along for the ride.

Perhaps that is not the best phrasing, since a kiddie ride they pass screeches off the rails, and they only barely stop in time to avoid getting run over by a roller coaster car.

The ghost is hot on their heels.

Marinette and Tim hop the car, adrenaline fueling them, their feet thudding against the dirt.

Neon lights spark and shatter overhead, raining sparks and gas down upon them.

Marinette’s shirtsleeve catches, and Tim is quick to put it out for her, because she doesn’t even seem to notice, too focused on helping him into the circus tent.

It is as if they have walked into another world. A kinder one, without weird ghosts that are trying to kill them for intruding upon the place they had once died. It is blissfully dark, the only sound their own ragged breathing. After all the bright lights and loud sounds and near murder attempts, it is nice.

Electricity whirrs.

A spotlight blares down on them, briefly, a clear I know you’re here, before it slides away, down to its natural resting position in the middle of the tent.

Now, you may know I am here, too.

A man in a torn circus uniform sits in the spotlight, sobbing into his hands. A tarp lay stretched beneath the long-since broken trapeze, almost mockingly, as if the ghost is making a joke about how easily avoidable their deaths had been, if only they had used a net that night. The dust they had kicked up upon entering catches in the spotlight, making it look as if the air itself is reacting to the ghost, dancing with shimmering lights.

Marinette is physically shaking by this point, her nails digging into Tim’s arm hard enough to draw blood. Tim doesn’t look much better, either, his face an ashy gray color.

Red pools in the sand the ghost kneels in.

“... wait,” Tim breathes.

He moves as if to take a step forward, but Marinette is still holding onto him, and she clearly has no intentions of getting any closer to the ghost.

Tim meets her eyes.

“Trust me.”

She bites her lip, but when he moves again she allows herself to be pulled with him.

They make their way down the steps.

He moves to make his way over the railing and jump down into the sand pit, but the lights flicker and go out.

The hand Marinette has on him is the only thing that stops him from braining himself on the ground. He wouldn’t have died, probably, but it still would have been quite an embarrassing moment to have caught on camera.

When the lights turn back on, Tim sends her a grateful smile.

Marinette doesn’t return it. Her eyes are locked on where the ghost is.

Or, was.

She doesn’t seem much more relieved by the lack of it.

Tim jumps down and helps her come down after him. Slowly, they make their way over to where the ghost had been.

He crouches to squint at the pool of blood. Marinette gags and drags her shirt up to cover her mouth and nose again. Tim looks like he very much wants to do the same, but he has other things he needs to do, first. He rifles through his backpack, his eyes never leaving the ground.

“Tim…” she says, quietly. “We should go.”

He sends her a hesitant smile. “I want a sample of this.”

He pulls out a flashlight and points it out into the darkness provided by the tarp.

There stands the ghost.

Well, it isn’t a ghost. A ghost wouldn’t cringe away from a sudden bright light being shone into their eyes. Nor would it be wearing stage makeup.

The grimy-looking clothes check out, though. A+ for effort on that, that trapeze outfit definitely looks like someone died in it.

The man glances behind himself briefly, as if considering running, before his shoulders slump in clear defeat.

He groans. “What gave it away?”

Tim points at the blood on the ground. “It should be dry by now.”

“It’s –? I’m supposed to be a ghost? The blood being wet is not the most unbelievable part?”

There was a long beat of silence.

“Oh,” says Tim.

The man – Dick Grayson, the sole surviving member of the Flying Graysons – looks like he wants to scream. Which he does, but not in the traditional way: “Jay! Cass! Come out!”

Two people step out into the light, looking just as irritable about the whole situation.

They, too, are wearing ratty clothes.

Oh. Praise revoked. The clothes are not a Choice. They are simply poor.

Marinette groans and slumps into Tim, burying her face in his shoulder as if she can’t bear to see the world anymore. He loops his arm around her, dragging her ever closer.

“Ready to stop believing that ghosts are real, yet?” Tim teases softly.

She groans. Again. Louder. She beats her fist against his chest, but there is no real power or anger behind it.

And then she fixes the three homeless people with a tired look. “I understand why you’re doing this and all… like, the economy sucks, get that bag – or free housing, I guess… but…”

There is a long string of beeps as Marinette lets loose a frankly impressive number of swears. It’s doubly impressive when one remembers that she isn’t even speaking in her first language. Go her. Clearly, she took her English lessons very seriously.

When she finally feels better, she flashes a smile and sticks her hand out for the second guy to shake.

“Hi! I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

The guy looks confused, but he shakes it.

The video cuts abruptly. The three homeless people are waving them off as Tim and Marinette head back to his car. The viewers would never get to know exactly what was said that day, but it seems they're leaving each other on well-enough terms.

“Sucks that we went through all of that just to not be able to post any of it,” she sighs. “The GCPD would probably arrest them or something.”

“Nah, it’s fine. We can just cut around it and say it was a front for the mafia. The police hate the poor, but they won't mess with organized crime. Because a lot of them are in it.”

“Oh! Great!” she says. Her tone seems to be almost sarcastic. Almost, because why would it be? It is a great plan.

“I’ll keep the real footage on my Patreon, though. My journalistic credibility shall not be marred.” He winks at the camera. “Say hi to the Patreon viewers.”

While she does lift her hand in a vague wave, she does not seem particularly soothed by his words. Perhaps because his ‘journalistic integrity’ was not at all what she had been concerned about.

“Alright, now, we need to convince the nonpaying viewers that we are scared out of our minds because of mafia b.s., so put on your best concerned face.”

Marinette looks at him.

“Perfect! And we’re rolling again!” He turns to address the camera, all wide eyes and frantic hand movements. “Okay, so, it turns out this place is a mafia hideout. Who knew?”

Marinette’s lips begin to twitch into a slight smile at his antics. “Well, I’m going back to France in a few days, so this is not my problem.”

He gasps. “You’re going to leave me here to die?! After all we’ve been through?!”

“Yep.”

Tim looks devastated.

She giggles. “Fine, fine, I’ll stuff you in my backpack and you can come with me.”

He lights back up again instantly. “Ohmygod! We can have The Gotham Files: World Tour!”

“Mmmm, I only live in France,” Marinette points out, which certainly makes the ‘World Tour’ seem less than stellar all of a sudden.

Tim takes it in stride, though. “The Gotham Files: France Tour!”

She rolls her eyes, but her smile is nothing but fond. “Nice save.”

“I know. I’m kind of awesome.”

“And always right!” she adds, in the kind of tone that suggests they’ve joked like this before many times offscreen.

“And always right,” he agrees, nodding along, sage in his always right-ness.

“Except…” Marinette says, smirking. “You were almost convinced about the ghosts for a second there. I think that means that, somewhere, you know the supernatural exists.”

He doesn’t rise to the bait. He shrugs lazily. “I just think that, if ghosts were real and could affect our reality in any meaningful way, white people just wouldn’t exist anymore.”

It is quiet for a solid nine seconds.

Marinette has stopped walking. Tim slows, turns to look at her, mildly concerned.

“Mari –?”

“Fuck, maybe ghosts don’t exist.”

The video ends.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Chapter 3

#maribat #timari #timinette #shutterbug #timmari #tim drake #marinette dupain cheng #ladybug #have you never heard of such a thing darling?

[superhero-smackdown]

Bracket(??) Announcement!

I have FINALLY (which I am very sorry for guys) finished going through my submissions and have created something that looks like a bracket. BUT, in order to include the most characters, I have devised a group round with 128 characters divided into 8 groups and have sorted them in a way that prevents this competition from becoming a batman vs spider-man final.

making the polls shouldn't take nearly as long so be on the lookout for those! this will be pinned and I'll make sure to edit this post with links to the polls, and matchups are not necessarily going to be heroes next to each other! matches can be made up by any two heroes in the same group

polls will last a day for now and one group will be posted per day

as of right now top 4 from each group will make it to the bracket round but that is absolutely subject to change so don't count on that

Without further ado, your Superhero Smackdown competitors!!!

GROUP 1

Peter Parker, Miles Morales, and Gwen Stacy/Spider-Men and Ghost Spider (Marvel)

Garfield Logan/Beast Boy (DC)

Steve Rogers/Captain America (Marvel)

Kurt Wagner/Nightcrawler (Marvel)

The Incredibles and Frozone (Pixar)

Kori'ander/Starfire (DC)

Matt Murdock/Daredevil (Marvel)

Stephanie Brown/Spoiler (DC)

Toshinori Yagi/All Might (My Hero Academia)

Charles Xavier/Professor X (Marvel)

Jessica Jones (Marvel)

Jason Todd/Red Hood (DC)

Black Noir (The Boys)

Jim Gordon (DC)

Bucky Barnes/The Winter Soldier (Marvel)

Carol Danvers/Captain Marvel (Marvel)

GROUP 2

Kara Zor-El/Supergirl (DC)

T'Challa Udaku/Black Panther (Marvel)

Sam Wilson/Falcon/Captain America (Marvel)

Dick Grayson/Nightwing (DC)

Peter Quill/Starlord (Marvel)

Minhkhoa Khan/The Ghost-Maker (DC)

The Green Lantern Corp (DC)

Kendra Saunders/Hawkgirl (DC)

Arthur Curry/Aquaman (DC)

Cassandra Cain/Black Bat (DC)

Queen Maeve (The Boys)

Clark Kent/Superman (DC)

Kitty Pryde/Shadowcat (Marvel)

Tony Stark/Iron Man (Marvel)

Cissie King-Jones/Arrowette (DC)

Marc Spector, Steve Grant, Jake Lockley/Moon Knight (Marvel)

GROUP 3

Barry Allen/The Flash (DC)

Starlight (The Boys)

Kate Kane/Batwoman (DC)

Darkwing Duck (DuckTales)

Shouta Aizawa/Eraserhead (My Hero Academia)

Roy Harper/Arsenal (DC)

Natasha Romanoff, Yelena Belova/Black Widow (Marvel)

Tim Drake/Red Robin (DC)

The Autobots (Transformers TV Show)

Bruce Wayne/Batman (DC)

Ororo Monroe/Storm (Marvel)

The Midnighter (DC)

Wade Wilson/Deadpool (Marvel)

Logan, James Howlett/Wolverine (Marvel)

Kon Kent/Superboy (DC)

Diana Prince/Wonder Woman (DC)

GROUP 4

Danny Fenton/Danny Phantom (Danny Phantom)

The Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles (Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles)

The Powerpuff Girls (The Powerpuff Girls)

Izuku Midoriya/Deku (My Hero Academia)

Ben Tennyson/Ben 10 (Ben 10)

Adrien Agreste/Chat Noir (Miraculous Ladybug)

Kate Bishop/Hawkeye (Marvel)

Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug (Miraculous Ladybug)

America Chavez/Miss America (Marvel)

Kim Possible (Kim Possible)

Link and Zelda (The Legend of Zelda)

Goku (Dragon Ball Z)

The Power Rangers (The Power Rangers Series)

Kamala Khan/Miss Marvel (Marvel)

Virgil Hawkins/Static (DC)

Billy Batson/Captain Marvel/Shazam (DC)

GROUP 5

Damian Wayne/Robin (DC)

Phineas Flynn, Ferb Fletcher/The Beak (Phineas and Ferb)

Alex, Sam, and Clover (Totally Spies)

Jubilation Lee/Jubilee (Marvel)

Alya Cesaire/Rena Rouge (Miraculous Ladybug)

Flash Thompson/Agent Venom (Marvel)

Shoto Todoroki/Shoto (My Hero Academia)

Gwen Poole/Gwenpool (Marvel)

Nino Lahiffe/Carapace (Miraculous Ladybug)

Kaio Kincaid/K.O. (OK K.O.! Let's be Heroes)

Katsuki Bakugo/Great Explosion Murder God Dynamight (My Hero Academia)

Felicia Hardy/Black Cat (Marvel)

Billy Kaplan and Tommy Shepherd/Wiccan and Speed (Marvel)

Viv Vision (Marvel)

Doreen Green/Squirrel Girl (Marvel)

Mia Dearden/Speedy (DC)

GROUP 6

Undine Wells and Kokoro Aichi/Alchemical Water and Heartful Punch (Sleepless Domain)

Olive Silverlock and Maps Mizoguchi/The Detective Club (DC)

Nova Artino and Adrian Everhart/Insomia and Sketch (Renegades Trilogy)

Karen Fields/Voyd (Pixar)

Laura Kinney/X-23/Wolverine (Marvel)

William Wisp/The Wisperer (Just Roll With It)

Kagami Tsurugi/Ryuuko (Miraculous Ladybug)

Gizmoduck (DuckTales)

Dakota Cole/D.C. (Just Roll With It)

Rumi Usagiyama/Miruko (My Hero Academia)

Luka Couffaine/Viperion (Miraculous Ladybug)

Neena Thurman/Domino (Marvel)

Vyncent Sol/Virion (Just Roll With It)

Elpis (Valor Academy)

Captain Rainbow (Nintendo)

Moza/Emara (Emara)

GROUP 7

Mark Grayson/Invincible (Invincible)

Jimmy Woo (Marvel)

Kirby (Nintendo)

The Doctor (Doctor Who)

Zorro (The Mark of Zorro)

Phil Coulson (Marvel)

Megamind (Megamind)

Monkey D. Luffy (One Piece)

Donald Duck/The Duck Avenger/Paperinik (Disney)

Saitama/Caped Baldy (One Punch Man)

He-Man and She-Ra (He-Man: Masters of the Universe and She-Ra: Princess of Power)

Sonic the Hedgehog (Sonic Games)

The Tick (The Tick)

Robin Hood (English Folklore)

Yamada Hizashi/Present Mic (My Hero Academia)

Klaus Hargreeves/Number 4/The Séance (The Umbrella Academy)

GROUP 8

Super Grover (Seasame Street)

Wario-Man (Nintendo)

Fanboy and Chum Chum (Fanboy and Chum Chum)

Ace and Gary/The Ambiguously Gay Duo (Saturday Night Live)

Hero Cookie (Cookie Run)

Floyd Belkin/Splitter/Arm-Fall-Off-Boy (DC)

Bob Dobalina/Bob, Agent of Hydra (Marvel)

Bibleman (Bibleman TV Show)

Larry-Boy (VeggieTales)

Sharkboy and Lavagirl (The Adventures of Sharkboy and Lavagirl)

Mermaid Man and Barnicle Boy (SpongeBob SquarePants)

Daniel MacIntyre/Cactusman/SCP-2800 (SCP Foundation)

Morbius (Morbius)

Jarro (DC)

Jeff the Land Shark (Marvel)

Steel Samurai (Ace Attorney)

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-Characters-

All characters listed are in alphabetical order for ease of access.

Do note that characters marked with (L) are canonically lesbian and thus will not be paired with male characters as per the rules.

-Accepted RWBY Characters: Adam Taurus, Adrian Cotta-Arc, Alyx Liddel, Amber, Ambrosius, An Ren, Arslan Atlan, Banesaw, Bianca Prisma, Blacksmith, Blake Belladonna, Bleiss Schnee/Gele, Bolin Hori, Bram Thornmane, Brawnz Ni, Cardin Winchester, Caroline Cordovin, Cinder Fall, Clover Ebi, Coco Adel (L), Corsac Albaine, Deery, Dew Gayl, Dove Bronzewing, Elm Ederne, Emerald Sustrai, Fennec Albaine, Fiona Thyme, Flynt Coal, Fox Alistair, Ghira Belladonna, Grimm, Gwen Darcy, Harriet Bree, Hazel Rainart, Ilia Amitola (L), Ivori, Ivy Thickety, Jacques Schnee, James Ironwood, Jaune Arc**, Lewis Liddel, Li Ren, Lie Ren, Maria Calavera, Marrow Amin, May Marigold, May Zedong, Mercury Black, Nadir Shiko, Nebula Violette, Neopolitain/Trivia Vanille, Neon Katt, Neptune Vasilias, Nolan Porfilio, Nora Valkyrie, Octavia Ember, Olive Harper, Original Characters, Oscar Pine, Ozpin, Penny Poledina, Peter Port, Pyrrha Nikos, Qrow Branwen, Raven Branwen, Reese Chloris, Rhodes, Roane Ashwood, Robyn Hill, Rolf, Roman Torchwick, Roy Stallion, Ruby Rose, Ruda Tilleroot, Russel Thrush, Sage Ayana, Salem, Saphron Cotta-Arc, Scarlet David, Sienna Khan, Sky Lark, Summer Rose, Sun Wukong, Taiyang Xiao Long, Terra Cotta-Arc, Tock, Trifa, Velvet Scarlatina, Weiss Schnee, Whitley Schnee, Willow Schnee, Winter Schnee, Xanthe Rumpole, Yang Xiao Long, Yatsuhashi Daichi, Yuma.

-Unaccepted RWBY Characters: Apathy, Arthur Watts, Bartholomew Oobleck, Curious Cat, Jabberwalker, Jinxi, Juniper, Little/Somewhat, Leo Lionhart, Muses, Pietro, Reader, Red Prince, Red Soldier, Tyrian Callows, Vine Zeke, Zwei.

-Characters Outside RWBY That I Write:

Arcane/LoL: Caitlin, Jinx, Vi

Avatar: Aang, Asami, Azula, Bolin, Jin, Jinora, June, Katara, Korra, Kuvira, Mai, Mako, Prince Wu, Sokka, Suki, Toph, Ty Lee, Ursa, Zuko

AWOG: Gumball Watterson, Nicole Watterson

Beastars: Haru, Jack, Juno, Legoshi, Louis

Ben Ten: Ben Tennyson, Gwen Tennyson

Big Hero 6: Aunt Cass, Hiro Himada, Honey Lemon, Tadashi Himada, Wasabi

Carmen Santiago: Carmen Santiago, Ivy, Zack

Chainsaw Man: Denji, Kobeni, Power

Cyberpunk: David, Rebecca

DC: Bane, Barbra Gordon, Batwoman, Beast Boy, Black Lightning, Bruce Wayne, Cassandra Cain, Damian Wayne, Dick Grayson, Flash, Guy Gardener, Hal Jordan, Harley Quinn, Hawkgirl, Hawkman, Jason Todd, Jessica Cruz, Jinx, John Stewart, Killer Frost, Lois Lane, Poison Ivy, Raven, Selina Kyle, Spoiler, Starfire, Star Sapphire, Steel, Superman, Talia Al’ Ghul, Terra, Tim Drake, Victor Stone, Wonder Woman

Five Nights At Freddy’s: Roxanne Wolf, Vanessa, Vanny

Frozen: Anna, Elsa

Grave of Andrew and Leyley: Andrew Graves, Ashley Graves, Mrs. Graves

Gravity Falls: Dipper Pines, Mabel Pines, Pacifica Northwest, Wendy

Helltaker: Azazel, Baphomet, Beelzebub, Cerberus, Helltaker, Judgement, Justice, Loremaster, Lucifer, Malina, Modeus, Pandemonica, Zdrada

Helluva/Hazbin: Alastor, Angel Dust, Asmodeus, Barbie Wire, Blitzø, Charlie, Husk, Fizz, Loona, Millie, Moxxie, Sally May, Stolas, Striker, Vaggie (L), Verosika

Incredibles: Bob Parr, Dash Parr, Helen Parr, Violet Parr

Invincible: Debbie Grayson, Mark Grayson

Kim Possible: Ann Possible, Bonnie Rockwaller, James Possible, Jim Possible, Kim Possible, Monique, Ron Stoppable, Shego, Tim Possible

Legend of Zelda: Ganon, Link, Urbosa, Zelda

Mario: Bowser, Daisy, Peach, Rosalina

Marvel: Bruce Banner, Drax, Eddy Brock, Flash Thompson, Gamora, Gwen Stacy, Hobie Brown, Hope Van Dyne, Jennifer Walters, Kang, Loki, Miguel O’Hara, Miles Morales, Mystique, Natasha Romanov, Nebula, Peni Parker, Peter Parker, Peter Quill, Pietro Maximoff, Rio Morales, Sam Wilson, Steve Rogers, T’Challa, Thanos, Thor, Tony Stark, Venom, Wanda Maximoff, Wolverine

Miraculous: Adrian Agreste, Alice Kubdel, Alya Cesaire, Felix Agreste, Juleka Couffaine, Kagami Tsurugi, Lê Chiên Kim, Luka Couffaine, Marc Anciel, Marinette Dupain Chang, Max Kanté, Mylène Haprèle, Nathaniel Kurtzberg, Nino Lahiffe, Rose Lavillant, Sabrina Rain, Zoé Lee

Miss Kobayashi’s Dragon Maid: Elma, Kobayashi, Lucoa, Tohru

Modern Family: Alex Dunphy, Claire Dunphy, Gloria Delgado, Haley Dunphy, Luke Dunphy, Manny Delgado, Phil Dunphy

Murder Drones: N, Uzi

Overwatch: Ana, Ashe, Baptiste, Brigette, Cassidy, Doomfist, DVA, Echo, Emily (L), Genji, Hanzo, Ilari, Kiriko, Life Weaver, Lucio, Mei, Mercy, Moira, Pharah (L), Ramattra, Reaper, Reinhardt, Roadhog, Sojourn, Soldier 76, Sombra, Widowmaker, Winston, Zarya

Owl House: Adrian Graye Vernworth, Alador Blight, Amity Blight, Camila Noceda, Collector, Darius Deamonne, Eda Clawthorne, Edric Blight, Emira Blight, Gus Porter, Hunter Noceda, King Clawthorne, Lilith Clawthorne, Luz Noceda, Odalia Blight, Raine Whispers, Terra Snapdragon, Vee Noceda

Percy Jackson: Annabeth Chase, Apollo, Aphrodite/Venus, Ares/Mars, Athena/Minerva, Bianca di Angelo, Dionysus, Gaea, Grover, Hades/Pluto, Hermes/Mercury, Hestia, Jason Grace, Kronos, Luke Castellan, Nico di Angelo, Percy Jackson, Piper McClean, Poseidon/Neptune, Sally Jackson, Thalia Grace, Will Solace, Zeus/Jupiter

Regular Show: Mordecai, Rigby

Resident Evil: Ethan Winters, Lady Dimitrescu

Rick and Morty: Morty Smith, Summer Smith

Scooby Doo: Fred, Daphne, Scooby, Shaggy, Velma

She-Ra: Adora, Catra, Glimmer

Star Wars: Aayla Secura, Anakin Skywalker, Ashoka Tano, Assajj Ventress, Barriss Offee, Ben Solo, Bo-Katan Kryze, Cal Kestis, Cody, Darth Maul, Fennec Shand, Finn, Fives, Han Solo, Hera Syndulla, Hunter, Iden Versio, Jesse, Jyn Erso, Luminara Unduli, Mon Mothma, Obi Wan Kenobi, Omega, Padme Amidala, Po Damerin, Princess Leia, Rex, Rey Skywalker, Sabine Wrenr, Satine Kryze, Shaak Ti, The Armorer, Wrecker

Steven Universe: Connie Maheswaran, Greg Universe

SVTFOE: Marco Diaz, Star Butterfly

Zootopia: Bonnie Hopps, Chief Bogo, Fennic, Gideon, Jack Savage, Judy Hopps, Nick Wilde, Skye

(Lists subject to change.)

*Established Gender Swap Names:Oscar - Ozma / Mercury - Moira / Adam - Eve / Jaune - Joan

**Exceptions apply. Gender bent, bottoming, MLM, and cuckolding are accepted. Jaune is only allowed to be properly with a character if it is in a polycule, he is with another man, or it’s with his sisters, Pyrrha, Nora, Ruby, Weiss, or Jessica. Please avoid “dead Jaune” requests. Jaune harem requests will be denied even if it follows the list of female partners. One male and one female partner with Jaune topping/domming them both is accepted but no more than those two partners. Two female partners will be allowed but not guaranteed to be answered. Any more partners than that will be an automatic deletion of the ask. Please do avoid making your asks cruel in nature and sad endings, this blog is for fun so have fun with it.

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Daminette Multi-chapter MASTERLIST

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Hammy

Meet Cute (not on a) Monday 35

Happy belated Birthday @ktreereads and @tylindel

This is my first (and highly likely) last Damianette.

Very minor swearing.

Masterlist

MCM Masterlist

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Damian scowled as Jon’s friend sighed looking between them, an apologetic look upon her face, but remained in place effectively trapping him in the booth of the dismal bar that he really didn’t want to be in. The table was sticky, the music too loud and there were far too many people for the experience to be consider anywhere near pleasant.

When Jon had ‘insisted’ that he came out and ‘socialised’, with Grayson agreeing, Damian had stupidly overlooked the fact that they were meddling, and he had ended up on a double date he certainly was not happy with entertaining.

Jon’s friend sighed yet again and pouted at the pair of them looking woeful.

“Sorry Jon, my girl’s bailed on me... she’s still jetlagged and working on Parisian time and... missed Hammy so... she won’t be coming.”

Alya looked guilty as she and Damian watched Jon’s brilliant eyes dim causing Damians frown to grow. Despite his frustration of being with the pair Damian knew Jon had worked hard to trick convince Damian into coming out tonight. As she glanced down at her phone again Damian scanned the messages Alya sent to her ‘friend’ subtly over her shoulder.

To My Girl: Where are you??

To My Girl: Meet me at the usual place!! There’s a cute guy here that I want you to meet

To Foxy: Can’t. Hammy’s birthday.

To My Girl: What?!?!?!

To Foxy: [pic of a hamster in a small party hat with a mini hamster friendly flapjack birthday cake. In the background birthday party banners]

To My Girl: No excuse! Get your butt down here! You need HUMAN company. Plus the hamster isn’t a year old.

To Foxy: Soz

To Foxy: Still can’t.

To Foxy: And so what if it’s not Hammy’s year birthday. He won’t live that long so celebrating his 3 month birthday.

To Foxy: AND I missed him. He’s my baby boy. 😛

To Foxy: Coffee tomorrow instead? Xxxx

To My Girl: Girl! Be serious!

To My Girl: Girl?

To My Girl: Mars??

To My Girl: … Marinette???

Sighing yet again Alya put her phone back into her bag, still within easy reach but more so she could focus on the guys in front of her.

“I kinda thought as we’d nor seen each other in a fortnight she’d want to come out and catch up.... ‘not play pretend parties for her fucking rodent!’”

“Tt, this is a waste of my time. I refuse to be a third wheel on your date. Jon. Move.”

“Pffffft!!! Dating?! No chance, sorry Jon. I’m happily engaged, thank you very much. I know Jon through work. He’s just a friend.”

“Noooo! Wait! Dames, please. You spend all your time couped up with Titus and Alfred or working. Dick and I thought you could use a break. Make new friends... maybe...”

Damian raised his eyebrow at his friend turned hostage keeper, folding his arms waiting for more of an explanation. Jon tried to use his ‘puppy dog eyes’ as a weapon to soften whatever he was going to say next. Probably in hope of convincing Damian to stay. Or to reduce the chance of him digging out the kryptonite knuckle dusters Todd gave him for his last Christmas present.

“Errr, Alya’s friend has similar interests to you, we thought, maybe, that we could all meet and hang out together. And I did want to spend time with you. This isn’t all a ruse. Promise Dames!”

Ignoring Jon’s pleading attempt to pacify him, Damian turned his frosty attention to Alya.

“Either she’s a poor friend who’s neglected to inform you of her cancellation early enough to be polite or you’re a poor friend who either neglected to consider your friends schedule or didn’t inform her of this prearrangement and expect her to drop everything whenever you demand her attention. Tt. All those are unappealing options to say the least.”

“Dames!”

Despite Jon’s protest, Damian felt that he’d stuck quite well to Pennyworths rules of etiquette. He’d not swore like the heathen strays of his fathers. He’d expressed his thoughts without violence. Ok, he understood that he spoke with distain and slight malice but he was impressed considering he wanted to stab Jon and Alya the march out the establishment he found himself in.

“No... Jon, he’s right... I got wrapped up in acting like my younger self again with all the excitement. I’m glad he called me up on it... Mars would... maybe.. Eventually have too.”

Alya wryly smiled at Damian.

“She might not have been quite as blunt.”

Damian had not expected that response and blinked slowly reassessing Alya. Normally Jon would end up make amends for his ‘blunt’ statement and try and appease the offended party. Alya didn’t seem to be offended. She was aware of her behaviour and didn’t begrudge his harsh, if true, words.

With a sharp look, and analysing her closely, showed that she had no signs of hurt from his remarks which was unusual and was more remorseful, most likely for her friend given the how often she was glancing at her phone.

Jon the saviour of sour tension broke the growing social awkwardness that Damian had created.

“Alya, you mentioned missing Hammy... is Marinette ok?”

The tired laugh that escaped Alya surprised Damian as she rolled her eyes at Jon before smiling fondly.

“I was house sitting her hamster, Hammy, as well as watering her plants for the last fortnight. If anything happened to them while she was away, I’d be a goner. She called daily to check up on both, like I’d forget about them. Mars is currently throwing a mini party for Hammy as it's his ‘3-month birthday’ and she really missed him. He’s basically her child.”

The young adult reached for her phone again, smiling with love as she saw her friend’s Instagram page has uploaded a whole bunch of photos. Most were of Hammy eating his cake, having cuddles and a few of him playing some weird attempt at party games.

“Here, look. These are the photo evidence of what my girl is up to instead of hanging out with us.”

She snatched her phone away from the guys after she was sufficiently content, they’d seen enough of Mars and stuffed it back into her purse and took a sip of her drink.

“Your fiancée made a superior decision to stay in with her pet than to come out.”

“Excuse you!!! First off, Rude!! Second, not my fiancé - she’s my best friends. Thirdly, Hammy’s cute and all, but coming out is just as fun, if not more. Other people are here.”

“Alya, you have no idea what you have unleashed.”

As Jon distracted Alya unintentionally, Damian swiped her phone and broke into it painfully easily. He started categorising and profiling her as a person as well as reviewing more of her messages to ‘My Girl’ and ‘Pobblebonk’ on instra. Out the corner of his eye Damian could see Jon shake his head subtly before guiding the conversation with Alya to the latest article they were working on.

Ten minutes later, Damian was satisfied with his investigation and handed Alya her phone back.

“Your friend is acceptable. You will take us to Hammy’s party. It holds superior appeal to this bar.”

“What?! When did you take my phone??”

“Tt, shortly after you finished showing us pictures of Hammy. I recommend that you consider improving your phone’s security. It was ridiculously easy to break into.”

“I.... what... huh?... You know what, with your phone ‘acquiring’ skills, you and Mare will be perfect together.”

“Tt, move. We’ve been invited to Hammy’s party and are leaving this ghastly location *now*.”

Damian roughly shoved Jon who hardly moved before return to glare at Alya who was staring at him and down at her phone, which had a few messages from Marinette dance up.

“You stole her number?”

“No. I enquired if we could visit and join the party. She was amendable to the suggestion.”

He could feel Jon beaming at him, so deliberately ignored the urge to glance in his friend's direction, Damian focused on Alya as she pursed her lips as she contemplated his behaviour. Damian could only guess what was going through the enthusiastic woman's mind. He approved of her scepticism about bring an acquaintance and unknown back to her friend's home and was happy to wait for her to assess the situation. If she refused, he had all the information he required to meet Hammy in his vigilante form instead.

“Fine. You best not be a psycho, or they’ll never find your body!”

There was a look in Alya’s eye showing she was earnest about it. Damian turned slightly as Jon catches his eye with his grave nodding like he knows that she was being deadly serious. Under his friend's questionable assessment, Damian nods his head sharply in understanding.

On journey to Marinette’s, Damian found that Alya often glared at him as he continued to ignore her in favour of messaging her friend. Overlooking the horrific way their over excited friends behaved in trying to encourage contact, Damian had to concur that he was enjoying Marinette’s conversation.

After exchanging concerns about the flapjack cake for the hamster and her horrified response about ‘how dare he assume that she'd not considering her babies diet and health’ they fell into a rhythm sharing information and facts that started off about hamster and bovine care. It quickly deviated to amphibians when enquiring about where Marinette got the name Pobblebonk which turned out to be frog which are alternatively known by banjo frogs. He decided he’d have to get Jon to explain to him further about who Yoshi was and why a frog was being commission to make his noise. Damian elected to ignore Jon’s snort and Alya’s semi supressed huff (as she was being ignored) as smiled softly as she sent him further pictures of Hammy.

Entering Marinette’s apartment surprised Damian further. It was in a rundown building on the edge of a nicer neighbourhood in Gotham, but the insiders did not match. Light colours, warm throughs littered the place with plants everywhere. It was more akin to what he would expect for Poison Ivy. He understood the need for Alya to come round to help look after them given the sheer number that fit in the tiny space.

Marinette had said that Hammy was well looked after. Alya had hinted that he was completely spoilt. Damian was inclined to believe that Marinette was just passionate about looking after her pets. Hammy seemed to have a converted doll’s house as a place to live and then one wall was filled with tunnels and tubes for him to run around, potentially the whole apartment given one funnelled off somewhere with nooks and place to play in. The tunnels weaved around floating bookshelves which were filled with trinkets and more plants. He was living the life of hamster luxury.

Jon was staring in surprise that someone else had done what Damian had threatened to do when he was younger and wanted to spite his father. While waiting for the boys to taking in the awe of 'hamster madness' Alya wandered off to get drinks for every one from the kitchen with an ease of familiarity.

Marinette herself seemed awkward, fidgeting with her fingers and nervously darting her eyes about the place. She stood in the middle of the room in her pyjamas and oversized hoody, having not considered changing for guests.

“Ummm, would you like some cake? NOT hamster cake obviously. Though it is safe for humans. I may have just umm, over shared some with Hammy so there’s not much left. I have human cake though. If you are interested?”

“I’m vegan.”

“Oh, no worries, I have alternatives for that too. As well as gluten free. I grew up in a bakery, we often had to make alternatives which still tasted amazing.”

“That sounds agreeable. I would be delighted to try some then.”

Damian always considered Jon a ball of Metropolis sunshine, that is until the Parisian before beamed up at him and darted away towards the kitchen.

“Oh, I forgot, watch out for Hammy. He’s currently in his ball dancing to his disco music! I’ll be back with snacks in a moment. Make yourselves at home.”

Jon and Damian glanced at the corner of the room, sure enough was a speaker with techno pouring out of it quietly with a hamster that seriously did look like he was dancing along. As Jon decided to settle on the sofa to wait for the hosts, Damian sat down near the hamster inspecting the set up that Marinette had constructed.

As the woman in mind re-entered the room with her friend in tow, she placed a tray of refreshments down on the coffee table and sat next to Damian on the floor as Alya took the seat next to Jon. She pointed to all the different foods and what contained products which Damian shouldn’t eat and as Alya and Jon dived in like vultures, Marinette turned her attention to her pet, releasing him from his disco ball.

“Do you want to meet Hammy, Damian?”

Marinettes quiet silky voice reached out to him as her gaze was completely focussed on the hamster.

“I would like that, Marinette.”

“Girl!!! You’re still researching frogs!! I thought you’d given up that interest!”

Ignoring Alya’s screech, Marinette carefully placed Hammy in Damians hand before trying to snatch an encyclopedia on frogs out of Alyas hands.

“I’m gonna beat Nino on facts Als. He knew what he was getting into. Don't knock my tab system. And leave the notes alone. Plus, frogs are interesting, Damian seemed to be interested in what I knew. And from your messages he wouldn’t lie.”

“Girl...”

“Errr, frog facts?”

“Pobblebonk here, entered a frog fact competition with my fiancé. Let’s say he is losing as has a social life.”

“Pobblebonk?”

"I have a social life!!!"

Alya launched into a discussion with Jon about Yoshi, Pobblebonks, Frogs and bets while Marinette scowled at her friend. Damian smirked to himself amused by how she looked as threatening as a kitten before returning his attention to Hammy.

“She’s going to rant about this and monologue for a while now.”

“Tt, That’s Jon’s issue. He started all this.”

“True. I feel bad though, he’s likely to get it enough at work.”

“Still his issue. You however never finished telling me about poison dart frogs that look like raspberry strudel.”

“Oh, you really are interested in that? I’m happy to hear about Batcow and facts about her instead... You don’t have to listen to my frog facts.”

“Tt. It’s unbecoming to fret. I asked you to tell me more so continue.”

With a wonky smile and tilt of her head Marinette started to explain more about what's she learnt. Marinette eventually stole back her encyclopedia from Alya to show Damian.

The evening continued that way with Jon and Alya talking about journalism and the pros and cons of the ethics associated with it while Damian and Marinette focused on celebrating Hammy and talking animal facts with a documentary going on in the background. Damian noticed Marinette's yawns slowly started to increase in frequency and recalled that Alya said she was still on Parisian time.

"I think Hammy should go back into his home. It's late and he probably has had a wealth of stimulation for an evening."

Marinette hmm'd at him and carefully reached across Damian, brushing her hands against his as she took her baby away from him.

"*yawn* night night or morning my sweet child. *yawn*"

She booped a kiss on the hamsters head while leaning against Damian. He felt a growing heat of embarrassnent in his ears at her soft but carefree behaviour. Gently she placed her pet away and sat down next to Damian again, this time leaning against his shoulder, her eyes dazedly gazing at the documentary playing.

"You're tired. We should leave."

"May *yawn* be. You're warm though."

With that she snuggles closer wrapping her arms around his holding Damian tight drifting off. Frozen and unsure of what to do and completely unsure of what just happened Damian frowns down at her. Her warmth isn't unpleasant. Her shampoo and body wash filled his senses with her this close, again is was unexpectedly refreshing. He contempts how easy it was to talk to her. Unforced. Her willingness to not push his conversation boundaries. And her never ending love of animals.

Jon's cough draws Damian's attention away from the tiny Parisian gaining Jon a glower. He'd still not decided how he felt about the woman next to him beyond deciding she was more tolerable than most he encountered.

"Oh shit! Fuck. Sorry Damian, I'd forgotten that Mars gets clingy when tired."

Alya glanced at the clock.

"Sugar!! She'd think it's 5am. Fuck! Oh god."

"Tt. You seem to really care for your friend."

"Hey!"

Damian just rolled his eyes at her. He might not have made his mind up on when he truely thought of Marinette, but he had decided that she needed better friends to look after her.

"Jon. You assist Alya tidying up. I'm taking Marinette to her bed and then we will leave. She obviously needs sleep and we've kept her long enough."

Shifting around and slipping his arms around and under her legs, Damian lifted the sleeping fae given how light she was, glaring all the while until Jon and Alya sprung into action. Carefully, he moved his sleeping cargo into her room. Feeling uncomfortable intruding into her private space, Damian made swift work of placing her in bed and pulling a blanket over her. With one final look over his shoulder he closes the door and rejoins his evening kidnappers.

The trio shortly after leave the apartment, walking back towards Jon's car to be dropped home. Stopping first for Alya before Jon heads towards Wayne Manor.

"So, ummm, tonight wasn't too bad right?"

"Tt, it could have been worse."

"You going to contact Marinette again?"

"She was surprisingly barrable considering who she is friends with."

Jon fist pumped with excitement, a huge grin upon his face.

"That's a yes then."

"Tt."

"Oooo a definite yes!"

Damian rolled his eyes yet again at his friends antics, refusing to join in the conversation. Instead he turned on the radio and watched the Gotham landscape drift by. Jon did have a point. It would be nice to see Hammy again. He was an adorable well loved hamster.

And potentially Marinette.

#maribat #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #maribat au #ml x dc #dc x ml #meet cute #meet cute monday #marinette x damian #damian x marinette #damianette

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#AO3 Link #FanFiction #AO3 Adrienette Plus #💚 #💖 #❤️ #Adrienette Plus #♧ #R:T #A:Ray1215 #Crossover #Sex Swap #Salt

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Prompt; Miraculous | Avengers | DC

Marinette is Secretly Dating Roy Queen, When she's sixteen (Six Years of being Ladybug) she notices her class has been getting targeted by Hawkmoth due to the Queen Wasp incident where her temporary heroes were exposed her class is now being a specific target to Akuma's, she calls up Roy and convinces him to arrange a class Field Trip through the Major States.

Roy knows that Oliver has been worried about the PR that came after he regained Queen Industries and suggests that they team up with Stark Industries and Wayne Enterprises to do an essay contest where they pick a class that submitted an essay and give them a bunch of Wicked tours and cool events despite the Wicked tours and cool events not being in Marinette Idea he wanted his Ladybug to have the best time of her life during her 'vacation'.

So that night at dinner Roy suggested.

"Hey, Ollie?" He asked from the opposite end of the table," I know you've been worried about the PR since you regained Queen Industries and I was wondering what is we do like... a contest of some sort. Like an Essay one where classes can submit essay anonymously with their contact details on it so that we can decide who's the best essay is and like team up with SI and Wayne Enterprises to sponsor the winning class for a bunch of tours through the city."

Oliver nodded looking thoughtful;" That could work. Roy, I think you're onto something there..."

Dinah was beside Ollie looking really proud of Roy.

Marinette was reluctant at fist but Roy said that they could submit the essay anonymously and Queen Industries staff would select the best one that way Marinette was till working hard to make sure that she got selected and she didn't feel like she was taking someone else's opportunity (And The Author gets less comments about cheating from the Fandom) and she writes up the essay.

During the Whole Trip Oliver has been hounding Roy about getting a Girlfriend because one day he'll be taking over Queen Industries. Roy gets increasingly annoyed about it and Snaps at everyone that he already has a girlfriend and his love life is none of their business. meanwhile Marinette has been repeatedly lied about by Lila who lies about dating Jason Todd and knowing a bunch of celebrities and being in a Love Triangle with 'Theodore' (Tim) Wayne and Dale (Dick) Grayson-Wayne.

The rest of The Trip Roy and Marinette struggle to hide their relationship but manage to succeed until the Wayne Gala when Roy asks Marinette to be his date. Oliver didn't think Roy was coming because the rules of the Gala were if you had a boy/girlfriend you had to bring them as your Plus one. So when Roy walks down the Red Carpet with Marinette on His Oliver is So Shocked that he spits his Drink all Over Ambassador Ross.

Marinette and Her Class Meet a Bunch of Celebrities all of which quickly disprove Lila's lies and Lila and Alya get a bunch of Law Suits. During the Whole Fiasco her eyes had glowed Green and she'd tried to Brainwash everyone into believing her which resulted in Ambassador Ross taking her to The Raft and she was never heard of again. The Class tries to use that as an excuse to make Marinette forgive them but Marinette calmly points out that Chloe, Alix and Adrien had listened to her side of the story despite being under the same effects of Lila's metahuman abilities and when they found out the truth the spell broke.

"Y'know," marinette started not looking up from her phone as she snuggled closer to Roy," It's a real Shame no one tried to warn you of the truth. This all could've been prevented from happening if there was just someone willing to help pointed out the obvious lies. A pity really."

Then she turns her phone so Roy can see the post she's looking at nd he burst out laughing.

It was later discovered that Lila's Abilities only make people believe he lies, it doesn't discourage them from asking for other sides of the story or influence their reaction so that was all on The Class.

Alya gets a talking to about ALWAYS fact checking no matter what personal connections you have to the source by Lois Lane.

Marinette's Parent die and she has to take a DNA test to see if she's got any relatives who'd take her in as it's a necessary procedure even if you know these people are your relatives That's when she finds out she's the Long Lost Daughter of Tony and Pepper. She moves in with them and at 21 she defeats Hawkmoth. It Took 11 Years but she did it and now she has the Moth and Peacock Miraculous safely tucked away. After she repaired the Peacock Miraculous Emile Agreste woke up and rejoined her son and husband.

At 22 she Marries Roy, becoming Marinette Dupain-Cheng-Stark-Queen and at 23 she takes over Stark Industries with Peter Parker at the same time 25-year-old Roy takes of Queen Industries. After she takes over SI with Peter the other permanent Miraculous Holders move in and She, Peter (Spiderman), Mj (Spy; Peter's Fiancé), Ned (Tech Guy), Roy, Chloe and Adrien join The Avengers. She adds a Fashion Branch to SI and The New Avengers attend MIT online together from the tower.

I KNOW THIs IS LIKE A ONE-SHOTZ SORT OF THING BUT, CAN SOMEONE PLS DO THIS AS AN ACTUAL FIC AND COMMENT WHO IT IS AND WHAT THE FIC IS CALLED!? PLEAAASSSSSEEEEEEEE!!!

#roynette #Bio Dad au #Tony Stark is Marinette's Bio Dad #Oliver Queen is a Father In Law #Billionaire Marinette Dupain-Cheng #miracuous ladybug #the avengers #DC #Green Arrow #Lila Rossi is Exposed #Eww! Not that way you dirty minded people #Class Salt #Alix Sugar #Chloe Sugar #Adrien Sugar #Marinette Sugar

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Draconis Cast List: Canon Characters

I’m embarrassed to admit how long I’ve been working on this list for (technically a few years, but I started really organizing it about a year ago), but this is my official Miraculous Ladybug fancasting list!  With extra thanks to @megdonnellys for being my constant sounding board and to @trying414​ for helping me choose a Luka and being the only reason that I found a Marc and Nathaniel, here we go!  

Feel free to use any of these ideas as they suit you, I’d love to be tagged so that I can see what other people do with this!

Miraculous Ladybug:

Adrien Agreste / Chat Noir

Marinette Dupain-Cheng / Ladybug

Luka Couffaine / Viperion

Alya Césaire / Rena Rouge

Nino Lahiffe / Carapace

Chloe Bourgeois / Queen Bee

Alix Kubdel / Bunnyx

Gabriel Agreste / Hawkmoth

Juleka Couffaine / Purple Tigress

Rose Lavillant / Pigella

Lila Rossi / Voplina

Lê Chiến Kim / King Monkey

Max Kanté / Pegasus

Sabrina Raincomprix / Miss Hound

Ivan Bruel / Minotaurox

Mylene Haprèle / Polymouse

Kagami Tsurugi / Ryuko

Nathaniel Kurtzberg / Caprikid

Marc Anciel / Rooster Bold

Nathalie Sancoeur / Mayura

Jagged Stone

Penny Rolling

Audrey Bourgeois

Emilie Agreste

Batman:

Dick Grayson / Nightwing

Jason Todd / Red Hood

Tim Drake / Red Robin

Bruce Wayne / Batman

Silena Kyle / Catwoman

Steph Brown / Spoiler

Barbara Gordon / Oracle

Cassandra Cain / Orphan

Damian Wayne / Robin

#cast list #aurélia agreste #draconis #out of the ashes #miraculous ladybug oc #batman oc #dc oc #fancast

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Chloé Bourgeois and the Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

by adebrilliant

Chloé Bourgeois may be mean, but she's never been downright evil. At least, not when she's not under an akuma's influence.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng may be young, but she's not incapable. She can handle this, probably. She's got Chat backing her up.

Alfred Pennyworth may be used to the bizarre, but it's been a minute since he encountered a Miraculous. If only he hadn't just been unceremoniously teleported into the middle of a battle.

Or: What if the writers didn't say "fuck Chloe's character development" during Miracle Queen? What if Ladybug's Miraculous Cure could restore secret identities? And what if Marinette's Guardian backup came in the form of Batman's butler and a certain Louvre curator?

Words: 4235, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug, Batman - All Media Types, Justice League - All Media Types

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen

Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Chloé Bourgeois, Alya Césaire, Nino Lahiffe, Zoé Lee (Miraculous Ladybug), Max Kanté, Lê Chiến Kim, Kagami Tsurugi, Luka Couffaine, Alfred Pennyworth, Diana (Wonder Woman), Bruce Wayne, Dick Grayson, Jason Todd, Cassandra Cain, Tim Drake, Stephanie Brown, Duke Thomas, Damian Wayne

Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Alya Césaire & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Chloé Bourgeois & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste & Chloé Bourgeois & Alya Césaire & Marinette Dupain-Cheng & Nino Lahiffe, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Alya Césaire/Nino Lahiffe

Additional Tags: Justice League Ensemble Cast - Freeform, Chloé Bourgeois Redemption, Crossover, BAMF!Miraculous Team, Miraculous Team

source https://archiveofourown.org/works/48783613

#IFTTT #bruce wayne #batman #the dark knight #the cape crusader #gotham #dc universe #ao3 #ao3feed