#anti marinette x damian

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THE COTTAGECORE MARI AU PROMPT THAT NOBODY ASKED FOR

Pairing: Daminette (edit: they’re like 19/20 in this, post high-school)

Rating: It has mature themes, you have been warned. But it’s pretty tame at the same time. Violence + Sexual Themes

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Mari is diagnosed with PTSD and anxiety disorder after she quite literally removed her beloved city’s supervillain (and her dear partner’s parent) from the plane of existence. Like she removes the suffering from the minds of all of Paris and has Gabriel written off in a car accident a year after his wife’s disappearance. Only her Court (Adrien, Kagami, Zoe, Alix, Max) and the Order remembers. Mari and Adrien decide not to pursue a relationship. They’re both healing and are decidedly better off friends - siblings in everything but blood.

Lila, who was not punished due to her not really being a miraculous holder and upsetting the balance, continues to slander Mari. Her class isn’t hostile but has no desire to interact with the “new and mean Marinette” Lila was painting her to be. It’s still a huge betrayal given the fact that Mari was supportive and very generous to these people.

So here’s how her new housing arrangement works: have you ever wondered how Gina can afford to travel around the world without a job? Yeah, I think she came from money. Like, old money - real estate old money to be precise. Passive income and such. Hearing about her Fairy’s situation, she offers an unused property at the countryside of Metropolis.

Marinette’s therapist and parents approve of her vacationing there for the summer when they realize that her stressors and triggers where all environmental. So off our girl goes!

Note: She does not have the mother box with her anymore, just Tikki, Plagg, and Kaalki. (She does have unrestricted access to it as the Grand Guardian though - she trains with the Order once a week in Tibet until she doesn’t)

Mari is aware of the Supers and was relieved that the Kwamis don’t show up in x-ray visions and with the fear of them eavesdropping she learns FSL to communicate with them.

The townhouse and the verdure around the property inspires Mari to start a garden. The quiet oddly soothes her and when she feels lonely she goes into town or the nearby farmer’s market where she charms the locals. She meets the Kents - they love her! Martha enjoys baking with her. Lois uncovers her identity as Jagged and Clara Nightingale’s exclusive (and reclusive) designer - they bond over fashion trends and the gossip surrounding the industry. Clark and Jon were another story.

She figures them out having sensed the same soul in Superman and Superboy in this father-and-son duo. They x-ray her as a precaution and finds the mysterious cracks and evidence of past injuries that should have killed her. There’s a very anti-climatic reveal that Martha and Lois are not privy to with respect to Marinette’s wishes.

At least one Kent would be in her home during the day. The Kwamis are free to roam around when it was Clark and/or Jon visiting. She ends up bonding with Jon who also grew up too fast (metaphorically and literally).

She ends up extending her stay in Metropolis indefinitely. Her parents also decided to open a branch of their patisserie there which Mari managed. They visit her as often as they could.

Mari was dismayed to find that no, Metropolis had no schools with both a fashion and business degree - that’s how she ends up in Gotham University.

Jon tells Mari about a Damian - a friend of his.

J: He’s…. uh… he has a big heart.

M: …

J: He’s a bit of an asshole(?)

M: Ah.

Mari meets Damian who reminds her of Kagami - antisocial and proper. They share a few business classes and are both members of the art club.

Mari is still this ball of anxiousness and has only allowed Mia “Maps” Mizoguchi and Katherine Karlo into her life, the former she learned was close to Damian - she didn’t mind when she and the girls met up with Damian, he was quiet, honest, and minded his own business. Through their hangouts Damian finds out about the friendship between Jon and Mari.

He’s hesitant to befriend her at first due to the conflicting rumors about her: due to her timid personality she had a split reputation. One side called her sweet, shy, and kind. While the other calling her arrogant, high-maintenance, and rude. He soon finds out that the latter half were spread by cliques who’s offer of friendship she declined and men she rejected. He was glad that he relented to Maps’ insistent invitations - she was a decent person to hang out with and it didn’t hurt that she was pleasing to the eye. (She also enjoyed sharing her vegetarian salads with him - he starts appreciating it more when he learns that she picks the vegetables straight from the garden she grows.)

As her luck would have it, a robbery unfolds at one of their favorite coffee spots. Mari and Damian - who were both pretending to be civ - try to find a way to protect their friends. The robbers recognizes Damian as a Wayne and takes him and another GU(a school for rich and affluent people’s children) kid - Marinette - who had stood in front of her friends.

They’re gagged, blindfolded, and carted off to who knows where. Damian discreetly activates a distress signal and the bats spur into action. Mari, aware that she was sturdier than Damian, draws the men’s attention to her (she purposely pisses them off and gets beaten up when they start to pester Damian).

M: [removes her gag somehow] Really? A ski mask? And in black? How boring can you get?

*Damian shaking his head furiously in the background*

Kidnapper(KN): Shut up, girlie!

M: You know I always wondered how Kidnappers could have a secret a warehouse as a hideout. It’s not like you can afford the rent—

KN: Are you trying to get yourself killed?

M: You’re backed up by some politician aren’t you?

KN: H-How the fuck did this bitch know?

M: There’s literally a stack of campaign papers behind you.

KN: Wha—

M: That’s some shit graphic design by the way. I’ve seen grade schoolers that can do better.

KN: [points a gun at her] Shut up or I’ll blow your brains out.

M: You wouldn’t.

KN: The fuck do you know—

M: You need me alive to get ransom from my parents.

KN: …Nobody said you had to be in one piece though.

M: Touché—[get slapped hard]

*Damian basically starts convulsing in the background*

M: …Damn. You punch like a cunt—[And the kidnappers basically start to rough her up]

The bats arrive in five minutes and it’s Red Hood that finds them first. He sees these mf’s beating up a woman and goes ballistic(pun intended). Red Robin and Spoiler has to forcibly restrain him when he starts to use his fist instead of his guns.

M: [bleeding and bruised] And that’s how you deck someone, you amateurs.

D: [who was released by Black Bat is confused, mad at himself, and in awe] You blithering idiot! Why the fuck would you aggravate our captors like that?

M: [delirious] It was either you or me Damian. Can’t have your pretty face damaged now, can we?

D: [Is floored and very concerned] And what of yours?

M: … dun worry—my assets are…elsewhere… [passes out from the pain]

D: …

Later, his family would tease him about the flirting when he isn’t all sensitive about the incident.

Winter break comes, most of the Batfam visits the Kents(they have a penthouse/some ridiculous property in Metropolis) as a tradition. The Kents went to visit Gotham and stayed at the manor last year.

(Batfam who went: Bruce, Dick, Jason, Steph, Cass, and Damian)

They visit Mari too. Dick and Steph are absolutely thrilled about her cottagecore lifestyle. So much so that they match her aesthetic and begin helping out in the garden - they send pictures to Alfred who request they bring back fresh produce.

Jon and Jason plot to get Damian and Mari together. Unbeknownst to them that Damian was already resolute on courting Mari like the decorous man that he was - he didn’t know what he was doing but Mari’s flush when he initiates flirting tells him he’s doing okay.

Because of his childhood, Damian was never the type to be touchy but imagine his shock when he finds out that one of his more prominent love languages was physical touch. He realizes he’s touch-starved almost immediately when Mari starts giving him small touches like a hand against his bicep, she had a fondness for touching his hair which never failed to deliver a shiver down his spine, and hugs from her are comforting - she felt like home.

Meanwhile Mari does not have any idea how she survived the early stages of Damian’s advances. He was blunt and did not pull his words with insults but it apparently translated to him being verbally open with his affections.

M: I always wanted to be the Knitting Fairy while growing up.

D: Does it not please you that you became a garden fairy instead?

M: Huh, that doesn’t sound so bad.

D: Well, you certainly look the part.

M: [turns into the same shade as the poppy beside her]

And then when the tension between them became more prominent he wasn’t shy with dropping innuendos too.

M: [open’s the door for Damian, haggard from lifting sacks of garden soil] Oh, I didn’t know you were coming so early. I’m a bit of a mess. Sorry.

D: [Tilts his head] You say that as if I wouldn’t appreciate you sweaty and tousled after a rigorous activity.

M: [self-combusts]

And when the touching began?

M: Damian, what color do you think looks better with this shade of blue?

D: [places a hand on her side while looking over her shoulder] I think the a more neutral cream would do.

M: [stops functioning]

Their first kiss?

Pulled straight out of a book that Marinette only read in the privacy of her bedroom.

They’re teasing each other, it evolves to a game of cat and mouse with Damian skillfully evading her. She corners him by turning on some of her sprinkles. He gets wet, growls in the way he would in Mari’s dreams, and pulls of his shirt. She’s too distracted by the hard planes of his stomach to notice him prowling towards her like a beast moving to claim his prey. He picks her off the ground with ease - he’s a foot taller than her - and takes her to the sprinklers.

(I’m going to write this part out properly, maybe to inspire myself or a potential adopter of this prompt)

“Nononono!” Marinette shrieks as the first round of water splashes her. She writhes but Damian had her arms held down her sides.

“All is fair in love and war, Ya Amar.” She ignores the endearment in favor of closing her eyes as the sprinkles rotate in their direction again. But she knows what it means. Ya Amar. My moon. His moon. The water had nothing on the chill that ran down her spine

The water stars seeping into her intimates and she’s soberly aware that the light fabric of her dress would betray her. It doesn’t take long for Damian to discover that fact, he releases a strangle sound. She opens her eyes, he snaps his eyes from where he was clearly looking at her chest. He scrambles to drop her.

“Shit— I’m sorry. This was not my intention—“ he starts but she’s faster. Her now free arms grasps his shoulders and without a second thought, she drops her lips to meet his. Damian inhales sharply and he tilts his head, temporarily breaking the kiss before raising her higher and pulling her by the back of neck - he kisses her with hunger and passion that has Marinette melting further against his chest.

She wraps her legs around his back and he moves to tightly grasp both the back of her thighs. She would worry about bruises later when she didn’t have Damian’s tongue caressing her own. He drops them to the ground and Marinette does not release her hold over his waist. She whines against his lips when she feels the consequences of their activity.

His hands start wandering as he greedily collects and files the sounds that leaves her lips. He begins to trail kisses down her neck to the neckline of her dress that now clung to her body like a second skin giving him his first peek at the maddening shape of her body. And just when he trails a finger against the underside of her breast a loud noise pulls them apart.

Jason finds them and the sight in Mari’s garden has him dropping the shovel he was asked to bring over.

J: Fuck! No, don’t stop! Hell—I’ll leave—I didn’t see shit!

D: [moving to cover Marinette who covered her face in embarrassment] Fuck off, Todd!

J: I’m sorry! [slams the door shot]

D: Tt.

J: [shouts from inside the house] Use protection!

D: Todd!

They started officially dating that day and Jason had no reservations in sharing that he definitely cockblocked his little brother much to Mari and Damian’s horror.

Both keeps the PDA to minimum in school but it was very clear how amorous they where in “private”. There is a table in the art hall that Mari can’t quite look at without blushing to her roots.

She finds out he’s Robin after her first encounter with his alter-ego. He confesses his past when she confronts him. There’s fear of abandonment in his eyes when he gazes at her after his spiel but she kisses his worries and doubts away. She even goes to show her appreciation for his years of service to Gotham.

Her reveal happens when she unceremoniously drops a vial in Jason’s hand claiming that it would remedy the effects of the Lazarus pits with continuous use - it was completed after a year in the making.

Cardinal joins the Batfam occasionally as part of Batman’s contingency plans. They respect her choice as a retired super-soldier and try to keep her out of the business which she appreciates. She is officially initiated as a member of Justice League Dark as an informant/magic specialist and a wildcard.

Years later, she legally inherits the property from Gina when she and Damian get engaged. Damian moves in with her and she lives her cottage life all while being a reclusive designer that comes out once in a while for fashion week.

FIN

AN:

Maybe there’s a Lila take down somewhere but I don’t have the energy to write her at all. We all know its Damian and Tim that makes sure she never sets a foot in high society ever again.

Ig add some details about learning to healthily cope with her anxiety disorder under the guidance and love of her found family? (I have a similar illness but me and my therapist are still figuring it out so I have little idea how to write this) Her PTSD does not need further discussion (miss ma’am had to kill someone) but her anxiety disorder stems from the fact the she’s a person who’s in charge of world-ending powers - everyone and even yourself can become untrustworthy. She starts to get nervous from misreading body languages and everyone is suddenly out to get her.

#mlb x dc #i wrote this instead of studying #daminette #marinette dupain cheng #bamf marinette #maribat

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Zéphyr / Zeph | Used to be @zephyrwrites | +21 | 🇨🇵 | They / It / Iel / Ol | Queer | Feminist | Pro-choice | Anti-censorship | Anti-harassment of all kinds

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Block the tags Suggestive / Sex Mention if you do not want to see / read nsfw stuffs

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Origins of the "I retconned my gender" joke

(The link is for a french youtube video about 2 guys watching and theorising about Petscop).

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(Nearly) All my fandoms in alphabetical order (the crossed out ones are not my current obsession but you can ask about them):

Boku no Hero Academia (BakuDeku is still my ultimate otp)

DC Comics (especially everything that has to do with Damian <3)

Detroit: Become Human (especially Connor and the Jericrew)

D.Gray-Man (favourite manga forever and Allen is best boi <3)

Hetalia (Japan, Germany and N. Italy or FACE Family centric mostly)

Kuroko no Basket (Kuroko and Seirin centric and very much NOT Aomine)

Marvel (Team Iron Man, Matt Murdock and Loki centric and very anti Steve, Clint and Wanda)

Sherlock BBC (Sherlock centric and not that much of a johnlock shipper anymore because of the last season)

The Sandman (mostly the TV Show, I haven't finished the comics even if I spoiled myself months ago)

Ace Attorney (very occasionally and mostly about Phoenix or Miles)

Assassination Classroom (Class 3-E centric)

Avatar: The Last Airbender (especially Zuko)

Blue Exorcist (very occasionally and Rin and Yukio centric)

Creepypasta (nearly only fanarts)

Criminal Minds (Reid centric and not a big fan of JJ or Seaver)

Danganronpa (only Trigger Happy Havoc)

Danny Phantom (Danny centric and somewhat anti Maddie and Jack)

Deltarune (nearly only the original FUN Gang + sometimes Noëlle and Berdly)

Detective Conan / Magic Kaito (Shinichi/Conan and Kaito centric)

Free! Iwatobi Swim Club (very occasionally and Iwatobi + Rin centric)

Fullmetal Alchemist (Edward my beloved childhood crush <3)

Good Omens (everything about the Ineffable Spouses, Anathema, Warlock or Adam)

Hades 2018 (mostly Zagreus, my sweet boi!)

Haikyuu!! (Hinata centric)

Harry Potter (very occasionally and mostly about Harry or Regulus)

Heartstopper (very occasionally and mostly Charlie centric)

Hollow Knight (The Knight/Little Ghost centric and not against The Pale King + The White Lady bashing)

Hunter x Hunter (very occasionally and Gon/Killua/Kurapika/Leorio centric)

Ib (anything about Ib, Garry, Mary and Guertena)

Into The Spiderverse (mostly Miles centric)

Katekyou Hitman Reborn (Tsuna centric and All27 or Skull centric and nice crossovers)

Lucifer (very occasionally and mostly Lucifer centric)

Lupin III (mostly Lupin, Jigen and Goemon centric)

Macgyver 2016 (Mac centric with a good dose of Jack, Riley, Bozer, Mattie and Page + not a fan of MacDesi nor of James)

Merlin BBC (Merlin centric + preferably good/redeemed Morgana)

Miraculous (Marinette centric and NOT Adrien or Adrienette)

Mulan 1998 (very occasionally and mostly about Mulan)

NCIS (Tony, Abby or Gibbs centric mostly)

Naruto (Mostly Naruto and Obito centric + not a big fan of Sakura, Jiraiya and Sarutobi)

One Piece (Mostly about the ASL Brothers and Law)

Pandora Hearts (very occasionally and mostly about Oz)

Perception (very occasionally and mostly about Daniel)

Petscop (Paul has retconned his gender like me :D)

Prodigal Son (or as I call (and love) it “Let’s Whump Malcolm!”)

Professor Layton (either Luke or Layton centric)

Resident Evil (Ethan and Leon, my fav DILFs <3 + Jill my love <3)

RPF (French Youtube only)

Scorpion 2014  (very occasionally and mostly about Walter + not a big fan of Page and the rest of the team because of the last season)

SCP Foundation (nearly only fanarts)

Shugo Chara!  (very occasionally and mostly about Amu and Ikuto)

Star Trek (mostly the J.J. Abrams remake and Jim centric)

Supernatural (Dean centric and John bashing + a little Sam bashing)

The Big Bang Theory (very occasionally and mostly Leonard and Sheldon centric)

Teen Wolf (mostly Stiles centric and pretty much anti-Scott)

The Queen’s Gambit (very occasionally and mostly Beth centric + only the TV show)

Undertale (mostly Frisk and Chara centric + NarraChara truther)

Voltron (Lance centric and Langst fan)

Yuri!!! On Ice (Yuuri, Yuri and Viktor centric mostly)

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[cornholio4]

Spider V Bat

This is just something I wanted to do as I respect people’s opinion to ship what they ship but I don’t like Damian Wayne and I don’t like or get him X Marinette at all. To me I don’t see her even tolerating Damian let alone dating him; to me fanon Damian is basically like fanon Felix and I don’t like him as well. This is just a brief oneshot but feel free to take up this idea if you want to.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng had been happy about going to New York with her class for the big field trip; anything would top last year’s field trip to Gotham. Lila Rossi had enacted a scheme to try and make trouble for Marinette by tripping her at the Wayne Industries building they were having a tour to and trying to frame Marinette for messing up papers there; she was unprepared for the officials having caught her in the act and not being gullible. This had led to getting a tight leash on her for the entire and interesting conversations happened when she got back to Paris since they had phoned her mother.

She would have considered the trip a win for that except during the trip she had dealt with Damian Wayne the recently revealed son of Bruce Wayne the billionaire philanthropist; she heard that Mr Wayne was a generous man but Damian rubbed her the wrong way through all his conversations. He was rude, arrogant, condescending, seemed to have no shortage of contempt to everyone around her and she thought that he might be violent.

He seemed to warm up to her but it didn’t reign in his attitude one bit; he had bun flirting with her calling her his ‘angel’ but it was just reminding her of how much Chat Noir annoyed her when he flirted with her. She couldn’t wait to get back home after that.

She had relayed this to Alya who was strictly forbidden from being allowed to go on the trip by her parents; they knew of the lengths she went to get footage for the Ladyblog and wouldn’t trust her not to do the same in Gotham a city infamous for its crime rate and dangerous supervillains. Marinette had taken it in stride when Alya joked that she could have gotten her an interview with the Wayne son but was nonetheless relieved to see that she was alright.

Well this trip she was looking forward to as she and her parents had actually gone to New York for their summer vacation and she had a met a boy that she was now in a long distance relationship with. Once Alya and the rest of her female friends had gotten wind of this; she was being met with demands for details with Rose in particular gushing about how romantic it was.

Well they definitely was looking forward to meeting this Peter Parker in person; Alya especially. She had gone with her dad as a chaperone for the trip as this was basically the condition for her being allowed to go. While New York was nowhere near as bad as Gotham, it did have its fair share of villains.

It was after their trip had started and it was on a Saturday with them getting to go to a special fundraising event hosted by New York’s mayor and long-time newspaper mogul J. Jonah Jameson. The class was entering the crowd and Marinette gulped when she saw the Wayne family there; they looked all nice except for Damian and she prayed that she would not have to deal with him again. There were the other Waynes would she would love to get a chance to see like Bruce and his beautiful Amazon like wife Diana and Bruce’s foster son Dick Grayson with his fiancé Kory Anders.

The class was gushing about seeing them but Marinette was taken by surprise to get tapped on the shoulder; she turned around and then happily engulfed the smiling Peter Parker there . “Guys, this is Peter Parker; my boyfriend!” Marinette introduced with Peter smiling and waving to them.

Ms Bustier was watching with a smile happy to let Marinette have their moment with the class bombarding the couple with questions, “PARKER! What, do you think you are doing! Remember, you are here to representing City Hall at this important event! I didn’t put up with interns slacking off in the decades that I ran the Bugle and I won’t put up with it now!” shouted an angry voice and they saw walking up to them was a balding aged man with a moustache and a black suit.

“Sorry Mayor Jameson sir!” Peter said with a salute making the class and Marinette chuckle but Jameson just glared harder at this. Marinette knew that Peter was an intern at the mayor’s office and it helped pay for the tuition for his special science school Midtown Academy.

“Ms Dupain-Cheng; nice meeting you here with your class! How is Paris treating you” Jameson said lightening up offering a hand to shake which Marinette accepted; the class was stunned to see that Marinette knew the Mayor and Marinette gulped when she saw the look on Alya’s face. She did forget to bring that up to her. “Parker brought Ms Dupain-Cheng to see the office during the summer. My best suit got ripped right before an important meeting and Ms Dupain-Cheng was able to have it fixed in no time at all!” Jameson explained and then told Peter he could have ten minutes to talk to Marinette and after that he will expect him to get back to work.

Soon Peter was answering questions especially from Alya and Max who had been wanting to speak to him after all he heard from Marinette about Peter being a gifted science prodigy himself. Marinette groaned when she heard an unwelcome voice say “hello my Angel, isn’t it lovely to see you here after all this time.”

She then turned and glared at Damian Wayne with her arm around Peter’s shoulder and told him “hi Damian, here visiting here with my class and I get to see my boyfriend here!”She was hoping to scare him off by saying Peter was her boyfriend, everyone noticed Peter was glaring at him harshly as well.

“You can do so much better than the stupid insect here; trust me when I say Parker is not your time!” Damian said coldly and this caused everyone to pause. Did Damian know Peter already?

“I can understand liking Marinette but she is my girlfriend so you can please back off.” Peter said protectively having heard of Marinette’s encounter with Damian before from her in the emails and video chats they had. “I went to Gotham before and I unfortunately have met this demon child here and sorry for not telling you before. I had to deal with him on Spider business.......” Peter whispered into Marinette’s ear and she understood perfectly.

Soon came Alfred Pennyworth the Wayne’s butler who pulled Damian away and soon the class were glaring at him, “Wow, guess you were right on the market about how much of a jerk he was Marinette. Reminds me of Adrien’s cousin......” Alya muttered with a glare and soon they got back to speaking with Peter before he had to go.

“I will see you all and my little Ladybug soon.” Peter said with a wave with the class laughing to Marinette’s embarrassment; she will make him pay for that remark later.

#ml #miraculous ladybug #spideybug #spiderbug #peter parker #marinette dupain cheng #marinette x peter #peter x marinette #ladybug x spider-man #spider-man x ladybug #lila salt #anti damian wayne #damian Wayne salt #anti maribat #anti marinette x damian #also on ao3 #ml oneshot #oneshot #oneshot drabble

[legends-live-in-memories]

“How Did All This Happen?”- A Memoire by one Marinette Dupain-Cheng 1

Soooooo I decided to write this. much longer than the other things i posted, also very tonally different. I will definitely continue that other fic tho. I was just brainstorming and now this exists. Yeah.

 without further ado

Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8

People Fucked Up and Now It’s All Marinette’s Mess to Clean Up I

This was not how Marinette planned for her night to go. Granted, she also could not envision it going literally any other way. The woes of making a deal with the hell-raiser himself, John Constantine, she supposes. She truly hoped Adrien was having a much better time than her with his cousin in London. After the circus that was the past three years, he deserved some reprieve, even if it was with his bratty doppelganger. Regardless, Marinette. Was. Not. Pleased. No matter how many times she thinks over her plan, recalculates every step and decision, she could not fathom this night ending well for her, or anyone really, but mostly her. And no amount of old Ladybug or Guardian luck could help her. Now, if one were to wonder what kind of tragedy had befallen Marinette on this disgraceful night, a brief history of the last three months could enlighten such a person. Or better yet, let’s start at the beginning. The Real Beginning.

So, things existed. Obviously. First there was nothing, and then, something. And as more things began to exist, as new schools of knowledge and concepts and ideas began to, well, exist, Kwamis formed as well. Each Kwami was the physical manifestation of these ideas or abstracts. Creation was the first, coupled with Destruction. And as more things began to exist, more things began needing to be protected. Thus, the Kwami of Protection. This went on. For a while. Soon thereafter there were Kwamis of all types. Jubilation, Time, Strength, etc, etc, and etc. Now these Kwamis did not linger in one spot. They roamed across the far stretches of existence and interacted with the life they found.

Some Kwamis decided to form a magical pact which intergalactic historians would later dub the Emotional Electromagnetic Spectrum. Sounds familiar? The Kwamis themselves were completely blissfully unaware of this title, lest they would have explained to these beings, Maltusians they were called, that they were not in fact, electromagnetic but more so a part of the Powers that Be. Kind of. But this side-story involves the formation of a few universally known Lantern Corps, and that is a barrel of monkeys our exasperated narrator does not want to touch with a ten-foot pole. Or ever.

Other Kwamis, who stuck close to what would become known as the Milky Way, were discovered by a mage who granted them the ability to interact with humans. This mage— and Marinette was silently cursing his descendants, herself included, for if it weren’t for this absolute mad lad, none of the subsequent events of this night would have transcribed—had bound the Kwamis to magical jewelry called Miraculouses. An interesting side effect of these Kwamis being bound to the miraculouses was that the wearer could call upon the powers of the Kwamis for their own usage. The mage feared what could become of the world if this kind of power became so easily accessible, so he created the Order of the Guardians. The Order was dedicated to training young mages to protect, wield and harvest the powers of the miraculouses. The Order swore to true neutrality; wishing not to impose their will on one side or the other, to maintain balance and to not upset the natural order of the world. 

This went surprisingly well for a few millennia, that is, of course, if you ignore the sinking of Atlantis, the extinction of the dinosaurs, the Black Plague, the creation of the Lazarus Pits, Pompeii, to name a few completely egregious instances—not necessarily in order of course—and well, the point stands that it could have been astronomically worse. Until it was.  

One young mage and Guardian in training had caused the downfall of almost the entire Order of the Guardians. All the centuries of history, teachings, artifacts and even the people at the head temple, were lost to the calamity. Dozens of Miraculous Boxes were lost, destroyed in the fray. The Kwamis themselves were relatively unaffected, being immortal and all, but the magical jewelry binding them to the earth were broken, thus those Kwamis were lost to mankind once again. Only one singular box, and the young mage himself, survived. The new Guardian of one miraculous box was left to scour the earth in solitude. Well, about as much solitude one could have with 17 pocket gods as company. The fact that the only box that survived was missing two more miraculouses caused the already stressed guardian to grey further. But that tidbit of information would be a problem for later. And for someone else entirely too. Oh joy.

But before that sequence of events, aptly named “Marinette’s Trial by Fire,” however, the young guardian had a couple more life mistakes to make before he reached his internal quota apparently. Rather than travel to another sector of the Order on the other side of the earth, this young mage stumbled upon another organization, one similar in architecture and hierarchy but a pendulum swing in the total moral opposite. Yes, that’s right, the guardian found himself upon the League of Shadows, led by Ra’s Al Ghul in his endeavor of global cleansing; by acts of ecoterrorism, but who sweats the small stuff, right? There, the young guardian, who adopted the name of Wang Fu, met his first love Ming Hong and they had a son. The son had a daughter he named Mei. Now Mei was only a few weeks younger than Ra’s Al Ghul’s grandson, Damian. Now with an appropriate heir, and someone to procreate with said heir, Ra’s Al Ghul gained a special interest in the small Fu family that originally flew under the radar of the League. 

Now this is where things continue to go downhill, but not until much, much later in this story. Ra’s Al Ghul, despite his radical ambitions, was particularly good at playing the long game and understood when he couldn’t accomplish a task directly. This being said, he recognized that, due to prolonged exposure to the Lazarus Pits, his soul could not bear the strain of being a wielder of a miraculous and so he waited. Waited until a suitable heir was sired and could copulate with an heir to the guardian of the miraculous box, desiring to create a bloodline of genetically suitable successors and wielders who were loyal to him and his cause. 

Ra’s ordered for the Fu family to have a place on his court and ordered for Mei Fu to be trained in mastering the secrets of the miraculous. And master she did. By age 6 she was fluent in the coded language of the magical text, or as fluent a 6 year old can be in any language, and she had mastered 7 out the 17 miraculouses. By age 10 she was as skilled as the grandson of the Demon Head in combat and could handle simultaneous wear of 3 miraculouses. Her training, however, had to be put on hold as somebody thought usurping the Demon Head was of the utmost importance that glorious Tuesday and staged a coup. She wished Deathstroke had lost more than an eye that day, but a girl can dream she supposes. Mei and her grandfather were separated from the rest of the League and journeyed west. Somehow they ended up in Paris, France. After one too many run ins with the authorities, Mei was removed from her grandfather, who was deemed too unfit to support her. It was a miracle he wasn’t deported. 

Mei was put into protective custody where she resided until she was 13. Recently adopted, and thoroughly done with the plebeians of her daily encounters, Mei Fu became Marinette Dupain-Cheng, daughter of the best bakers in Paris. All was well and good for the new Dupain-Cheng until the start of the new school year. 

She met her grandfather again. And apparently he had a job for her and her soon to be new partner.

Hawkmoth, that bitch, had somehow acquired the two last surviving miraculouses and the only surviving grimoire and thought domestic terrorism was on the agenda for the next few years. Why? Because investing in a family therapist was too much of an inconvenience for local recluse, Gabriel McFucking Agreste, Marinette would shortly learn. 

After dealing with all of that and juggling between her reignited guardian training, and ‘normal’ girl life—because her parents don’t know that she’s a magical girl in the making—, Marinette was ready to sleep for a thousand years. Or commit murder. Whichever gave her enough serotonin to complete her current passion project. But, alas, no rest for the totally-over-it or however that saying goes. Because after declaring Paris safe once again, sending off her brother-in-arms, Adrien Agreste, to family in London (marginally decent but anything beats the abusive prick of a sperm donor), in waltz one drunken John Constantine.

Ah yes. Him. That absolute bastard who doesn’t deserve nice things in life. That guy.

This unpleasantry approached Master Fu and Marinette, who has been regulated to errand-girl in lieu of training, with a job that he proclaimed that only one blessed with magic, and specifically NOT connected to the Justice League could accomplish. Apparently, a group called the Cult of the Kobra resided on Santa Prisca and was in possession of a dangerous magical artifact that had been the backbone of their organization for years. Constantine came to them asking them for assistance in retrieving it as the Justice League could not interfere in the Caribbean due to new UN legislation. It was a mission of utmost urgency for he feared the cult leader, Kobra himself, was planning on enacting a ritual that could bring calamity to Earth. Which is just what the doctor ordered. Not. In exchange, he agreed to add to her magical training as while master Fu was good, he was still young when he ran away from his problems the first time and thus was limited in his magical knowledge.

That was three months ago. Three months of planning, training, and convincing her parents that letting her go on an extended retreat for an undetermined amount of time with her mostly absent biological grandfather was totally reasonable for the seventeen year old to do. Like, come on. She’s almost old enough to drink, almost ready for university and has been praised for her independence and self-sufficiency for years. She’ll be fine is what she told her parents and she was almost able to convince herself of that too. She would be perfectly fine. Right?

Wrong.

Marinette was anything but fine. She was stressed, she was tired and she was abso-fucking-lutely pissed at anything that even breathed in her direction. Why? Well that brings us back to the beginning of the story when everything on this mission did not go according to plan. So here she was along what was once upon a time the eastern coastline of Santa Prisca. Oh and look. The Junior Justice League has arrived.

Purrrrfect. 

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#maribat #marinette x damian #daminette #i was bored and left unattended #no salt in case you were wondering #yes i am looking at you antis who feel like stalking this tag #im not tagging characters cuz reasons #badass!marinette dupain cheng #idk what plot this is going to have or how heavy the romance is but this just exists so #i wrote this at 1 am #hdath #thats the fic tag im gonna use if i post more

[queen-of-the-trash-planet-tm]

The Most Vibriant Color In the Rainbow (Jasonette)

Red. It was in your veins, it’s the color of fire and the setting sun. Red was the color of France’s superhero. A heroine that was wilting like a rose. She was hanging on by a thread and the Fates seemed so very tempted to snip it. There, in the shadow of the heroine’s mantel, lies a girl who is just fighting to not have her voice stolen from her again.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng was that same hero, but she was so much more than that. She was an artist, a daughter, a designer, a partner, and a friend. Marinette knew exactly how to fix any problem that came her way no matter how bad of odds there were. She came, she saw, and she conquered every challenge that dared come between her and her goals. All Marinette wanted to do was love. So the question is, what happened to the Marinette everyone knew?

Away with the firecracker that was Marinette, anew with a pale imitation of the beautiful girl. She moves mechanically, every step she takes she’s made a thousand times over. All of this because of the Antichrist herself, Lila Rossi, made good on her promise to herd the sheep into her flock. The sound of crocodile tears could be heard ringing through the classroom, “W-why are you s-so mean? I-I just w-wanted a dress f-for the dance!”

Marinette stared at the Italian woman with a glare that could kill, “And I told you, I cant. I have my responsibilities and you have your ‘responsibilities’ we’re both busy people. Your universe may revolve around Lila, but mine revolves around me. It’s sad that you think you can guilt trip me into doing something I don’t want to do when you and I aren’t friends. Call me mean all you want, but I won’t care. You and everyone else in this class mean absolutely nothing to me. I do what I have to do to survive and you are a shepherd to week sheep. It’s unfortunate for you that you would ever think I would fall in line for you.”

A hush fell over the room. No one expected Marinette to clap-back against Lila, but more so that she would speak with no emotion backing her. Lila, stunned silent, forgot to keep crying. Ladybug doesn’t let anyone treat her like a stepping stone, so why should Marinette? Marinette is Ladybug inside and outside of the mask. She just puts the mask’s responsibilities more important than Marinette’s happiness. An obnoxious girl with glasses broke the silence, “W-What d-did you say?”

“You heard me, Alya, we are not friends. You chose the shiny new toy over truth. I want nothing to do with unreliable sources,” The tone she used was deadly, “something you do a lot. It’s no wonder why Ladybug stopped endorsing your blog. It’s such a shame that you chose someone who Ladybug has publicly claimed has no connection to her over the one who got you your interviews. Or did you forget, that I’m the one who actually knows Ladybug and is friends with?”

Everything stopped. No one breathed, blinked, or moved. You don’t know fear until the wrath of the Cheng family befalls you. Though they might not have the resources, or so you think, (A/N: I headcannon that the Dupain Chengs are rich bc they are the best bakers in Paris, plus why would Gabriel or Aubrey let their children go into public school.) The Cheng family held themselves with a an air of respect without even trying. Marinette maybe wilting due to the weight of the world, but she would not crumble to the will of uneducated teenagers.

Red. That is the color of vengeance, anger, and blood. Red is the color of Gotham’s vigilante. A zombie of a man trying to rebuild what was once his life. Across an ocean there is a boy that just had his world turn upside down. He died an incredibly gruesome death and had he thought no one mourned his loss.

Jason Todd was Red Hood, the loose cannon of Gotham. Everyone thought the pit had taken him to the place of no return. That his mind was the problem. Yes, the pit madness made his angry, but it didn’t make him lose his mind entirely. Behind his anger, Jason was just a boy taken too soon and then mutilated for other people’s benefit. He craved physical affection. He pleaded for trust. He needs his father to tell him he loves him.

Red Hood stayed out during patrol to clear his head. He looked down on the city while perched on a high rise. It usually calmed the voices in his head, tonight they seemed restless. Jason wished for silence, he felt oppressed by the dreariness of the city. Something in his heart told him that this isn’t where he was meant to be. The voices told him to jump off the high rise and to the voices Jason responded with a kind, “Thanks Karen, but fuck right off.”

No stars could be seen due to the pollution of Gotham, but the moonlight shone on Red Hood. He stared at the moon, deep in thought, “Where would I even go?” He asked himself, “Who would want me?”

Not even the voices wanted to hear him talk about him, “Paris,” they whispered.

“Why Paris?” Paris? What’s so specials about Paris?

“Trust us,” the voices responded, “there’s something you won’t want to miss.”

Jason filed that under the folder titled ‘Another question for the therapist that I don’t have.’ He couldn’t deny the pull he felt towards Paris no matter how hard he tried. There was no reason to go though, but there was no reason to stay either. They were all fine without him before why would this time be different?

It was then Jason was reminded the coms were still on and that Tim was an insomniac, “Paris? What are you talking about?”

“Don’t worry about it Timmy. I’m just thinking about taking a vacation. Don’t tell B yet, I’m not sure I should even go,” He knew it wasn’t Tim’s fault, but he couldn’t help but feel that familiar tingle of resentment towards his brother. He shook the feeling away, “I just need a breath, Gotham seems to have me dying all over again.”

Tim reassured Jason that his secret was to be kept between the two of them. The feeling was still gnawing at his being on the way back to his apartment. Red Hood, the light hearted jokester, the one who needed to be restrained, a smiling pillar to the magnifying glass that was Bruce and Dick, was lonely. The question was: is he lonely enough to leave? The answer is yes. Jason is tried of being the second thought, he’s tired of having to report in, and he’s tired of the way the voices take up space in his mind when there’s no company to talk to.

Paris, be prepared. Red is coming to your city and it’s going to become a color of change. Red will paint the streets. Red is going to cause Hawkmoth to rethink if his antics are really worth the price tag that follows.

A/N: Marinette is 19 and Jason is only 20. This could be a series of this is something you all would want to read. I’m a sucker for Jasonette and I love the Maribat genre in general. Please let me know if you want to be tagged also! Thank you all for reading and supporting me!

Tags: @abrx2002 @amayakans @mystery-5-5 @normal-piece-of-shit @st0rmy-w1th1n @mysteriouslyswimmingfan-blo-blog @g-arya @smolplantmum @rayray384 @rosa97 @drarryismylife101 @kris-pines04 @black-streak @storyteller-d @weird-pale-blonde-person

#bruce wayne #damian wayne #dick grayson #jason todd #tim drake #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous ladybug #jasonette #dc x mlb #crossover #angst #class salt #adrien agrete salt #adrien agreste #anti lila #anti alya #cloe redemption

[maxdark158]

Daminette Soulmate AU

Okay so when I talked about this with @chloe-bourgeois-is-big-gay @mindfulmagics and @2sunchild2 yesterday we went through a scenario where Marinette went to Gotham so I thought WELL WHAT ABOUT THE OTHER WAY AROUND which was mostly inspired by @let-me-perish ‘s Alternate Beginnings au

I am NOT writing more of this, but anyone else is open to continuing it for me in whatever way they want! Make it a collab!

@realrandomposts @ozmav

Enjoy

oooOOOooo

Soulmates are a thing in this world! Damian isn’t sure why that has to be a stated fact, but they are real. The majority of people have soulmates and that is as much of a fact as is the fact that he doesn’t have one.

Well, Grayson says not to lose hope but Damian doesn’t think he’s missing out on anything anyway. He doesn’t care that he doesn’t have some random stranger’s name on his body Grayson does, and he couldn’t understand it until he met the Tamaranean himself, he is not colorblind Todd is, but he hates it writing on his skin bears no results Drake is always writing on his skin, he and his soulmate good friends despite never meeting, he has no marks that will light up when he and a soulmate would first touch Father’s was on his chest somewhere and it lit up before Damian knew of him, he sometimes wonders who else shares it and he doesn’t feel any pain belonging to another person he and his father had been battling Poison Ivy when her soulbond was revealed by a bloody nose neither of them gave her, though he noticed how her and Harley’s injuries always matched the other after that.

Given that the only other soulbond is incredibly rare, Damian feels safe to assume that he simply does not have one. After all, hearing the thoughts of his soulmate would be a headache – both literally and metaphorically.

oooOOOooo

His class was on a trip to France. Paris, France to be more specific. A plagued with supervillains, much like Gotham. Of course, the mayor made sure to remind everyone that the villains were harmless – he likely didn’t want tourists to stop going.

Which is what, Damian realized, he and his classmates were. Tourists.

Well, sort of. They were actually part of an exchange program that all students who spoke French got to participate in. For one month, they would go to the highest-ranking high school in the area – the same one the Mayor’s daughter went to. Then they’d return to Gotham and write essays in French, and depending on the score they could opt out of finals for any other language classes they took.

Damian didn’t really care for the skipping finals part, and was originally planning to sit it out the trip. But Father insisted he go. Something about living life. And monitoring the situation in Paris to see if it needed any intervention. But living life too. For a month.

They had recently landed in the city of love ugh, gross and he and his classmates were at the hotel now. It was the mayor’s hotel, a lavish one at that. Well, appearing to be lavish, but Damian knew enough to know what was a good knock off and what was real when it came to expensive things. He’s a Wayne after all.

“We get our own rooms?” His classmate Charlette “Scar” Gamble sounded surprised. Damian was too. Their trip may only have fourteen students but even he expected to share rooms.

“Well we have three young men and eleven young women on this trip, and we wouldn’t be able to evenly have roommates, so single-use rooms were the best option.”

Damian saw Scar’s shoulders relax. He was glad their school was open to her situation and didn’t make her share with one of the boys. They weren’t friends exactly, but he didn’t hate her company.

Suddenly, a white-hot and burning pain hit him. He grabbed his head, lips pressed tightly together so he didn’t scream. All he could hear was ringing, high pitched like when someone dropped a microphone on full volume. His vision was spotty.

Oh kwami, that hurt. Ugh. I need to focus on this akuma!

What the hell was going on? Why was there a voice in his head? And why was it French?

Focus on the akuma! It’s probably doing this to you, it’ll go away as soon as you’re done, then you can finish your homewor-

Whatever just happened, it fizzled out. Damian blinked, the pain was gone just as quickly as it had arrived.

“Damian?” He looked up to see Scar holding him by the shoulders. “You okay?”

It struck him suddenly when his frie- acquaintance was shaking him down for an answer. The girl he heard in his head – those were thoughts.

He was part of the 3% that had a thought sharing soulmate.

oooOOOooo

“So are you going to lie to me like you lied to Miss Olivander?” Scar and Damian were sitting in the lobby, away from the mess of excited classmates that had taken over their section of rooms.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about,” Damian replied, trying not to sound too stiff. He was on google, searching for everything he could about thought sharing soulmates. Apparently, there was always a distance limit, usually around 20 feet.

Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Scar roll hers. “You’re my friend Damian. You can tell me! Though if you want me to butt out, say the word and I will.”

Damian turned to her. “Friend? I didn’t know we were friends.”

He panicked for a moment, worried he upset Scar but she just scoffed. “You’re the first person I told that I was a girl and you think we aren’t friends?”

“I thought it was just because I can keep secrets,” Damian grumbled back. So he’s a little socially inept, sue him!

“We eat lunch together often.”

“I thought it was because the asshats wouldn’t mess with you when you sat with me!”

“You helped me dye my hair and found hair dye that matched the trans and lesbian flag.”

Damian paused. “Okay so I probably should have connected the dots.”

“Yeah,” Scar was grinning. “You should have.”

Damian rolled his eyes.

“That doesn’t answer my question though,” Scar poked him in the shoulder. “What happened to you? Everyone was super freaked out.”

He pursed his lips. “My soulmate connection formed.”

Scar’s mouth dropped open. “Really? You have a thought share connection? I thought you didn’t have a soulmate!”

“I thought so too,” he replied dryly. “But it appears I was wrong.”

“Your soulmate is in Paris,” Scar giggled. “Literally the city of love!”

Damian made a face at that, and Scarlett laughed more.

oooOOOooo

Damian didn’t tell his father about his soulmate connection, resolving to figure it out on his own or leaving it alone. He didn’t want to have attachments like a soulmate connection to weighing him down, the thought scared him. But he couldn’t deny his curiosity.

If he heard her thoughts again, Damian would investigate.

Unfortunately, his fri- acqu- friend Scar declared that she wanted him to be happy and she would help him search for his mystery soulmate.

Damian was just glad she didn’t declare that in front of his other classmates.

Today they were heading to Lycee Francois Dupont. Seven of them would join one class, and seven of them would join the other. He and Scar both got Mlle Bustier.

When they arrived, Damian noticed that an Italian girl was outside the in the courtyard surrounded by her peers. She seemed to be crying about something, but Damian didn’t really care.

They went to the class early, the teacher settling them into their seats. There were a lot more than a typical French room, she explained, to accommodate all of them.

Damian was caring less and less as time went on.

Soon other students, this time ones who went to the school full-time, began to trickle in. A girl with curly red hair was showing a boy with a red baseball cap a video on her phone. A small blonde girl and a tall dark-haired girl were talking quietly to a large boy and another small blonde girl. And the Italian girl from earlier was approaching them-

Wait why was she approaching them?

“Hello,” her voice sounded sickly sweet, and Damian pursed his lips, “I was wondering if any of you could tell me about my Damiboo? He leaves so much out of his letters to me and I know you go to school with him!”

He blinked. He opened his mouth to say something. Scar beat him to it.

“What do you mean, Damiboo?” She asked.

“Oh, did he not tell you?” she put a hand to her mouth in surprise. “My name is Lila Rossi. Damian Wayne is my soulmate! His name is along my spine and mine on his thigh.”

Scarlett narrowed her eyes. “Bull.”

Rossi blinked. “Wh-what?”

“Bull,” Damian repeated. “Don’t you know? Damian Wayne doesn’t have a soulmate. He’s said so in many interviews.”

The girl did a dramatic sigh. “He must be lying to protect my identity! I can understand, but it still hurts.” She looked at them, the fakest of fake tears in her eyes. “I’m sorry for bothering you. I just wanted to know how my darling is doing.”

“You should be sorry,” Scar bit out.

The girl seemed shocked that her tearful act didn’t work. Before she could attempt to further guilt trip them, Mlle Bustier asked them all to go to their seats for roll call.

“She’s a liar,” Scar hissed once Rossi was out of earshot.

“No kidding,” Damian grumbled. “She attempted to lie about me but didn’t even recognize me?”

“Stupid, truly, she is,” Scar snickered.

“It appears Marinette is late again,” Mlle. Bustier sighed.

The French class seemed to mumble among themselves. The things they said were all derogatory and rude. Damian wondered why an entire class was ganged up on a single student.

It was then that Damian felt... Something. It was like a warmness in his head without any physical heat. It was… odd, to say the least. But at least there was no pain this time.

-late I’m late I’m so late! Ugh, I should have just not done some homework and slept more, I’m so-

Late?

Yeah! Wait who are you?

I could ask you the same question, person in my head

YOU’RE in MY head tho- wait are you my soulmate?

It would appear so. You’re still late.

AAAAAAH I’M LATE

Damian winced at the yelling, which made Scar turn to him. She saw him rubbing his temple, the slight squint, and grinned.

“Is it your soulmate?” she whispered.

Suddenly the door burst open, a girl with blue pigtails and bluer eyes having run through it, though she didn’t seem out of breath.

“Sorry I’m late Mlle!” She exclaimed.

She’s going to hate me if she already doesn’t like the rest of them hate me.

Why do they hate you?

Not important. How are you still within six meters of me?

20 feet

Shut up American- wait you’re American

“Marinette,” Mlle Bustier sighed. “In case you haven’t paid attention in my class,” giggled erupted from the French students.

As usual, they all hate me

I’m not laughing

Wait you’re seeing this? Ugh that’s worse

“In case you haven’t paid attention in my class,” Mlle Bustier repeated herself. “Students from Gotham Academy are spending a month at this school as an exchange program. Please take your seat.”

So I guess you’re one of the Gotham students?

Yes. I assume you’re the late girl, Marinette?

Gee, how’d you figure that out. But seriously I can tell you’re a guy from your voice and they’re only two guys in here that are American-

“Is your soulmate the cutie with pigtails?” Scar asked. “Because if not, dibs.”

Wait no you can’t call dibs on my soulmate

Who’s calling dibs on me?

Nothing. Stop listening.

No, you.

“You can’t,” he mumbled, and Scar lit up.

“I am going to be the best wing woman on this planet and possibly other ones too!” Scar said just a bit too loudly.

Wait no too loud Scarlett!

So I’m guessing that’s you then?

He looked at Marinette, who met his eyes. She smirked.

Found you.

#daminette #marinette x damian #damian wayne #damian wayne au #Marinette #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #miraclous ladybug #batman #batman fic #maribat #damimari #maridami #soulmate #soulmate au #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #anti-lila #lila rossi #anti lila rossi #OC #transgender character #lesbian character #trans lesbian #Scar Gamble

[dolph1nch1ca1]

Lila Rossi on Dr. Phil

So Mari would be tired of lila so her boyfriend (Felix or damian or hell even kagami or adrien out of annoyance would email Dr Phil in a message that would look something like this

Dear Dr Phil Show,

My name is (name?) And I'm righting about a girl in my gf class named Lila Rossi. She is a pathological liar and claims things like she got titinus from saving Jagged Stones cat from a runway and how she was invited to prince ali's palace to talk about a green campaign. She also claims to have a wrist injury and has seen someone's eyeball cut out with a napkin. She said she was out of country at the time but her akuma form was spotted on heros day. She has excepted a akuma willingly and is bullying my gf as well as turning her friends against her. Please help us stop this liar.

-Name

So he responded And she got on the show with parental permission.

While there she trys to lie like Normal but Dr Phil ain't having any of it.

(For the purpose of this au Dr. Phil is international)

He rips apart her lies on international TV and uses evidence given by Felix to back up his claims.

The show is filmed outside Paris so she can't be akumatized.

Her mom finds out and makes her apologize and plans to sends her to a Italian boarding school for the misbehaved.

But no lila is arrested on account of terrorism and willing working with a known terrorist.

Her lies are revealed and karma comes for lila. @miraculous-of-salt @ozmav @gale-of-the-nomads

@zebrabaker @zoe-oneesama @symwinter @vitaliciouscreations

What do you think

#lila rossi #anti lila #lila salt #dr phil #damian x marinette #damimari #daminette #marinette x damian #marinette x damien #felinette #felix and marinette #ml felinette #felix culpa #kagaminette #ml kagami

[miraculous-ladybug-stufff]

High Sodium Content by ghostlyhamburger

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug

Teen And Up Audiences

No Archive Warnings Apply

F/M, Gen

Complete Work

14 Dec 2019

Tags: No Archive Warnings Apply, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Damian Wayne, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, MariBat, Salt, Lila salt, class salt, Chameleon, Salt Parody

Summary: Marinette doesn't want to deal with Lila anymore. The kwamis make that happen for her.

Language: English

Words: 4,986

Chapters: 1/1

Its a parody of the usual ML saltfic, featuring the the Quantic Kids, Damien Wayne, Evil Adrien, and so confused/done Marinette.

#ml fic #anti-salt #ml salt #lila salt #daminette #maribat #marinette x damian #adrien salt #alya salt #humor #ml au #alternative universe #dimension travel #link #ao3

[phis-corner]

the do's and don'ts of tagging maribat content

if any of you follow me, you've probably seen that I just had a back-and-forth argument with a maribat anti whose primary reasons for attacking our fandom was that we weren't tagging properly.

blocking the maribat tag is useless if people tag their maribat works with tags used for solely dc or mlb works, because they'll show up anyway when people browse those other tags.

because of this, I've decided to write up the do's and don'ts of tagging maribat content on tumblr.

do:

- tag the crossover. maribat, mlb x dc, or any variation thereof, is perfectly okay, and it'll help more maribat readers find your fic!

- tag maribat ships. daminette, timari, jasonette, and any other ship with one or more characters from both miraculous AND dc should be tagged for easier navigation.

do not:

- tag the individual fandoms. this means no miraculous ladybug, dc, batman, young justice, etc. that way, it won't show up in those tags and people who dislike maribat can keep going about their day without a reason to get angry.

- tag the characters. this means no marinette dupain cheng, damian wayne, tim drake, adrien agreste, etc. and any variation of their hero/vigilante personas, because again, that means your work won't show up in the individual fandom tags.

- tag anything belonging to the individual fandoms*, like class salt, lila salt, alya salt, etc. if you really want to tag that your work contains a specific type of content, use 'maribat' before it (ex. maribat class salt).

and finally, all of you content creators are amazing and you make the maribat fandom a better place to be in! keep it up! :D

*note that this does not apply to trigger warnings - tag those as deemed necessary.

#maribat #helpful #tag guidelines

[cornholio4]

Sparrowbug fics please

Every day there seems to be a dozen Maribat or salt fics updated or posted and yet nothing I can find for Marinette x Jess/Sparrow?

ML writers please rectify this and tag me in it, also the further Damian “doesn’t deserve Marinette’s tolerance left alone love” Wayne is from the stories the better

please tag me in them as well

@emblian

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[nxrthmizu]

| silence in gotham | day 19

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@daminette-december2019-2020

prompt | anti-hero

pairing | Damian Wayne x Marinette Dupain-Cheng 

words | 1.4k

author’s note | Ahaha did I do an entire research on what anti-heroes are for this? yes

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Silence, in Gotham, was never a good thing. 

For a city plagued with villains that popped out one after another like household pests, it was never quiet. There was always some sort of event going on, whether it be a gala or a warehouse bombing. Cackles of the villains in the distance were never an unfamiliar noise as they were always up to something, anything. Heck, if they were quiet for too long, it meant something bad was brewing, and everyone would be on their haunches, ready and aware for the inevitable attack. 

Silence, in Gotham, was never a good thing. 

Which was exactly why Robin was so on edge, eyes straining to catch every movement he could spot from his view down onto one of Gotham’s biggest streets from the top of a bank. 

“You look like you’re waiting for something, bird boy.” 

He spun around instantly, mentally berating himself for not having heard her when he got distracted in absorbing all of the street down below. His sword was unsheathed with a sharp shing!, shining under Gotham’s moon like Excalibur, freshly pulled from the stone. 

Except he wasn’t Arthur. 

And she certainly wasn’t Merlin. 

“Or perhaps... Someone.” She mused with a sparkle in her eyes, watching the shift in his composure. His teeth were gritted, much like a cornered animal’s, with an instant fight or flight instinct burning in his eyes. A desire to wipe that cocky smirk off her lips alighted inside him as he held his sword steady, his eyes trained on the woman he labelled his sworn rival. 

“Certainly wasn’t waiting for you.” He spat out, moving his feet. They were circling now, facing each other and dancing an intricate pre-battle ritual. Her bluebell eyes, encased behind her mask, were fixed on his, and his emerald ones never faltered. 

The first one to look away would lose. 

The Bat-symbol flashed into the sky in the distance, and out of habit, Robin glanced away, realising his mistake all too late. 

She pranced on him, her own weapon- A baton similar to Grayson’s- Extending into her hands like it was made to be held in her palms. Metal clanged against metal in a detailed melody of a sound similar to a glockenspiels- But more powerful. 

He should’ve never looked away. 

Luck was on her side; It always seemed to be. They exchanged blow after blow, the bluebell-eyed woman getting in more hits than she normally would’ve. 

“Distracted, pretty bird?” She smiled, clearly amused, blocking another one of his attacks casually. “You should know better than that.” 

“Shut up.” He hissed in retaliation, swinging his sword forward with greater force. 

No matter how skilled she was, he was the bigger man, and they both knew it. She had stealth and agility, he had strength and power. “Well played.” Replied the woman with a cat-like smile when she flipped over to avoid shouldering the brunt of his attack, landing on her feet just like all cats do. “Nice move, bird boy. You’re lucky I’m not looking for a fight tonight.” 

If she had been looking to catch his curiosity, she succeeded. His ears perked up, his eyes watching her carefully, alike to a predator’s while it was hiding in the bush, tracking his prey’s movements. 

“Is that so?” He raised an eyebrow tentatively but never unsheathed his sword. “Do elaborate.” 

“I think we’ve been rivals for far too long.” 

“I beg to differ, I can go on like this forever.” 

“Aren’t you tired of playing cat and mouse?” She purred, ignoring his statement blatantly. “You’re a detective, aren’t you? Don’t you want to know why I’m doing this?” 

He gave her the best bored expression he could afford. “Would you be disappointed if my answer was no?” 

“A little.” She laughed softly, jumping onto the ledge of the building, an epitome of grace and beauty as she strutted the thin line between life and falling to her death. “But that doesn’t matter.” 

“If you’re just going to tell me anyway, go ahead.” 

For a moment he thought she was going to drop off the edge. But of course, luck was always on her side. The bluebell-eyed woman moved with the grace of a ballerina and the deftness of an assassin, and if she wasn’t his sworn rival, he’d find her movements enticing. She belonged on the centre-stage of a Paris Opera Ballet performance, the crowd’s eyes all pinpointed to her. She was an eye-catching diamond, attracting all attention to her and her sparkling glory. 

“You see,” She smiled softly, the moonlight acting as a natural spotlight for the star of the show. “I’m looking for a partner.”

The night regained its’ silence as the world awaited Robin’s reaction. His emerald eyes never left her patient ones as he contemplated the best way to overcome his shock and give an appropriate answer. 

“And of everyone you could’ve asked,” He begin, “You asked your sworn rival? I thought you were smarter than that.” 

A scoff left her throat as she dropped her innocent, sweet facade. “Oh, please. You know as well as I do that if we worked together, we’d be unstoppable. Don’t you want a taste of what it’s like?” 

“Are you only doing this because I know who you are?” There was a tint of mockery, quietly prodding at her in his voice. No, Robin certainly wasn’t afraid to resort to blackmail. “The darling of the fashion world, the designer behind Nette DC- An anti-hero by night.” 

She let out a dry laugh, and Robin was instantly reminded of all the reasons why he should not have crossed the woman. “Please.” She replied simply. “This is a two-way sword. Wouldn’t it be an interesting headline?- The heir of Wayne Enterprises turns out to be a vigilante by night.” Her eyes darkened. “If you tighten the noose around my neck, you’re tightening the one around yours, too.” 

“I know that.” He replied loosely. “Why do you think I haven’t exposed you yet?” 

She hummed as a response. “Don’t you want to know what’s in it for you if you take the offer? You’re already a vigilante anyways. I’m nothing different.” 

“I’m listening.” 

“We both know how corrupted Gotham’s politics are.” She said, jumping straight into the point. Never one to tell stories in winding roads but instead highways that drove straight to the destination. “I’m sure you know firsthand how bad it is, exactly. I’ve been delving into exposing corrupt companies, and I could use your network for information.” 

He crossed his arms, sheathing his sword when he noticed her lowered baton. “And what do I get from this?” 

“You think I don’t know? You’re the only one left in the family still patrolling these streets.” She smiled, watching him flinch. “Nightwing left the business after his injury. Red Hood hasn’t been seen in years. Red Robin’s probably sticking to computer work. Batman’s completely out of the question, it’s only a matter of time before you take his title, yes?” 

“... You’re offering to help.” 

“I’m giving you my assistance.” She corrected. “Gotham’s my city now, too. I live here, and I’m not going to let it get overrun by villains just because a couple of vigilantes got too old to help uphold justice.” 

He watched her carefully, looking for any traits of dishonesty. None. “In return for helping me regulate the streets, all you’re asking for is information?” 

A smirk slipped on her lips. “And an inside man.” She shrugged. “You’re invited to just about every gala.” 

“So are you.” He replied dryly. “What’s my use?” 

“Men tend not to open up to women about topics that I needed information on.” She waved off. “I need someone like you, who can pry what I need. I know you have a way with words. So?” 

Surely, he would benefit more? Robin ran through the consequences of his choice through his head. Gotham would be ridden of a few more corrupt politicians- No doubt new ones would come filing in as soon as the old were thrown out- But never mind that. In addition, he would get some help around the streets. Sounded like a worth deal to him. 

“Deal.” 

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gen. daminette taglist. @maskedpainter @animegirlweeb @missmadwoman 

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[alixanonymous]

Why I Ship MariBat & Why I Don’t Think It Makes Me A Bad Person (An Almost  Essay)

I want to start this post with a disclaimer: I do not speak on behalf of all MariBat fans and am in no way trying to. I just feel like as someone who is a part of the Miraculous fandom as a whole, I sometimes feel like I have to justify why I like MariBat. All I’m trying to do here to explain my personal reasons for liking it and not in any way hate on anyone who doesn’t.

1. How I Got Into The Fandom & Why I Stayed

I can’t really tell you the exact place it started. I think I was just looking through MLB fanfiction on AO3 and Tumblr and slowly started noticing Damian Wayne popping up more and more. I actually had to Google who he was and that’s when I found out that apparently there were a lot more Robins than Dick Grayson. MariBat fanfiction actually made me fall in love with Batman and maybe the DCU as a whole. I recently binged the entire New-52 animated movies to learn about Damian Wayne and trust me as soon as comic books stores reopen, I’ll be there. I just found I was really fascinated by the BatFam and really liked the possibilities that stemmed from having them interact with Marinette. From a Miraculous standpoint, the scope of MLB’s story is still pretty small and at this point still pretty much limited to just the city of Paris even if season three expanded it a bit. So having DC x MLB crossovers adds in this really cool aspect of other superheroes and widens the possibilities. 

2. Why Salt Doesn’t Bother Me 

Oh, boy am I hesitant to go there but I can’t ignore the biggest complaint I see against MariBat shippers. So again, not here to speak on behalf of all salt-lovers, but here’s why I like to read salt or why I don’t get personally offended by people who write salt. As someone who deals with anxiety, I find myself using salt as an outlet sometimes. I see salt kind of like an exaggerated portrayal of things that people like me find to be frustrating. So let me give a specific example. When Alya doesn’t believe Marinette’s claims about Lila lying, as someone who struggled with similar situations between friends, I found reading stories where Lila’s bullying of Marinette was blatantly obvious and seeing how her classmates react to it to be a form of relief since the show has yet to resolve the tension in the class and have Marinette be believed. Do I actually think her classmates are as bad as some stories portray them? No! However, the differences are so apparent that I have no trouble setting apart canon-behavior and how the author writes the character. FanFiction is FanFiction. Any character can be turned into a monster and any monster can be written in a better light in FanFiction. People do it all the time. My love for the source material doesn’t change because I read salt, okay? It’s just a matter of knowing what’s canon and what’s fanfiction;.

3. Adrien In The MariBat Fandom

If there’s one argument I can’t really fault the anti-MariBat people for having, it’s this one. Sexual assault and harassment are serious topics and I can in no way fault people for being upset when they feel it’s being portrayed in the wrong manner. I guess I just want to reiterate my previous points that just because a character is portrayed a certain way in a fanfic doesn’t mean that character is also like that in canon and salt often deals with exaggerated (I don’t know if that’s the right word for it) or amplified behavior. I don’t think Cat Noir’s flirting in canon is actually harrassment and any stories I’ve read that portray him in that light have all illustrated the problem being more serious that, such as him not stopping when Ladybug says no (which she doesn’t in canon) or him pushing for dates after being repeatedly refused. Just because that’s a version of Adrien in a fanfic doesn’t mean the readers see canon Adrien to be like that. Personally, I love Adrien. I ship Adrienette as well. I can just separate the different ways he’s portrayed in stories. [Gotham City is a dark place and the BatFam, especially Damian has a dark backstory so there has to be some OOC writing to meld that with the bright, happy place of MLB’s Paris. For example, some stories do this by describing the mental strain the people of Paris might have to deal with in order to avoid being akumatized which I also find to be an interesting concept in MLB fanfiction.] Lastly, I would just like to point out that not every MariBat fanfic makes him out to be evil. There are just as many that show Adrien being a supportive friend. Again, it comes down to how the writer portrays him and whether you read that story is up to you. 

~ My Point Or The Bottom Line ~

What you ship or don’t ship is your choice and doesn’t have any bearing on if you’re a “true fan”. Again, if you don’t like MariBat, that’s okay! I just hope you can say the same to the people who do! MariBat has made my life a lot bearable these last few months and I love interacting with the other people with me in this fandom. I also love Adrienette (actually Lukanette too and MariGami and a lot more) and the Miraculous fandom as a whole and I really don’t want my love of MariBat to isolate me. I see myself becoming more and more invested in the Batman fandom too so I don’t want to have to always defend my personal ships when everybody has the right to like what they like. Okay? I’m all for friendly discussions but I don’t want to be shamed for what I like. No matter what you ship (As long as it’s legal), you are welcome on my blog and to be my friend! Thank you to anyone who read any of this essay! Man, this is long!

#Miraculous #MariBat #Batman #Daminette #FanFiction

[a-marlene-s]

List of Au’s, Stories and One-Shots posted on Tumblr

One-Shots Stories:

Title: Listen To My Melody Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Couple: Marinette x Luka Summary: Luka singing to a Marinette, in hopes of her snapping out of an Akuma’s trance. Link: https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/189284165656/listen-to-my-melody

Title: It’s a date Fandom: Harry Potter Couple: Fred x Hermione Au: Yule Ball Summary: Fred asking Hermione to the Yule Ball Link: https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/188184566766/its-a-date

Title: Birthday Date~ Fandom: ML Couple: Felix x Marinette x Luka Genre/Au: Romance with a hint of hurt/comfort Summary: A Birthday Date Link: https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/187833716931/giveaway-prize-4th-place-the-500-word-one-shot

Title: Prompt 16: “She Locked herself in her room…” Fandom: ML/Mortal Combat Couple:  None Au: Sabine Dupain-Cheng, she is the forgotten sister of Sub-Zero and Noob Saibot. Cryomancy passed over Sabine, but it did get inherited down to her daughter, Marinette. Cryomancy!Marinette. Au by: @opalmoon04 Summary: Marinette locked herself in her room and her uncle has a heart to heart with her. Link: https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/187616953716/prompt-16-she-locked-herself-in-her-room

Title: Understanding Fandom: ML/Mortal Combat Couple:  None Au: Sabine Dupain-Cheng, she is the forgotten sister of Sub-Zero and Noob Saibot. Cryomancy passed over Sabine, but it did get inherited down to her daughter, Marinette. Cryomancy!Marinette. Au by: @opalmoon04 Summary : Sub-Zero, Kuai Liang, visits his niece to tell her that she is no monster and there is much more she could do with her newfound abilities. Link: https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/187854654621/giveaway-prize-3rd-place-the-1000-word-one-shot 

Title: Talk Fandom: Fairy Tail Couple: Natsu, BrOtp Navia Au: None. Summary: Perhaps it is better to talk to someone else… Link: https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/188059965136/giveaway-prize-3rd-place-the-1000-word-one-shot

Title: Waking Up Fandom: Harry Potter Couple: Fred x Hermione Au: Fred Lives. Everybody Lives! Summary: Fred is still dealing with the aftermath of the war. Link: https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/188143465491/giveaway-prize-1st-place-the-2000-word-one-shot

Title: Lady Noir and Red Robin Fandom: ML/DC Couple: Timari Au: Marinette adopted  by Black Canary Link: Pt. 1: https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/188830276141/how-about-a-lady-noir-the-mini-catwoman-fic-how Pt. 2: https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/188853273231/pt-2-of-an-ask-timari Pt. 3: https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/188874396621/pt-3-of-an-ask-timari

Title: Jason is very picky with who’s he’s soft for Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug x DC Ship: Jason x Marinette Summary: Fandom: Miraculous- batman relationship: Marinettex Jason genre: Humor blurb?: Jason is very picky with who he's soft for, Marinette is he's soft person. Keyword His. Apparently, dick hadn't got the message

Link: https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/188920734216/fandom-miraculous-batman

Title: Sabine and Tom witness the worst. Fandom: ML Summary: Marinettes parents come to school (she forgot something at home) overhear what Lila and her classmates are saying about her and just SNAP.

Link:  https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/188919838391/if-you-are-still-doing-the-20-drabbles-maybe-one

Title: Au Where Mari’s Bio!Dad is Bruce Wayne. Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug & DC Au: Male!Mari Summary: Au where Mari's Bio!Dad being Bruce Wayne. Also in this au Mari is a Male so he's Marin. Bruce met Sabine and Tom when when younger and fell for them hard.

Link: https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/188942301766/au-where-maris-biodad-being-bruce-wayne-also-in

Title: Chat Tortue Status: Incomplete Fandom: ML Couple: Nino x Marinette Au: Chat Noir!Nino Summary: To be seen. Link: Origins:

Pt. 1 https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/187298890316/chat-tortue-origins-part-1-of-3

Pt. 2: https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/187412540356/chat-tortue-origins-part-2-of-3

Pt. 3: https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/188336927241/chat-tortue-origins-part-3-of-3

Title: I Nearly Got Ran Over By The Batmobile: Twittter Au Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug & DC Ship: Damian x Marinette Au: Twitter Au. Summary: Marinette twitters away her disbelief at the fact she nearly got ran over by the Batmobile. Link:

Day 1: https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/189261197606/i-nearly-got-ran-over-by-the-batmobile-twitter-au

Day 1(Still): https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/189284523521/i-nearly-got-ran-over-by-the-batmobile-twitter-au

Title: Chesire’s Smile

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Ship: Marinette x Adrien, Multimouse x Chat Noir Au: MultiMouse!Mari Background Info: -The first two heroes that came to be are Chat Noir and Carapace. -Nino and Adrien know of each other’s secret identities. -Ladybug/Marinette never became a thing. It will be Marinette/Multimouse. She doesn’t know Chat Noir and Carapace’s secret identities. Link:

Link 1: https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/188622617066/oh-can-you-write-a-drabble-about-adrien-and-chat

Link 2: https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/189244772036/cheshires-smile-adrien-living-arrangements

Link 3: https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/189679564841/cheshires-smile-adriens-first-day-in-public

Title: Iron First, Velvet Glove Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Ship: To be decided. Summary: Bustier get’s replaced by someone that rules over an iron first and a velvet glove. Links:

Link 1: https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/188943269701/iron-fist-velvet-glove

Link 2: https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/189009587031/i-would-like-to-give-a-shout-to-those-that-have

Link 3: https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/189032752456/iron-fist-velvet-glove-pt-3

Link 4: https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/189055141316/iron-fist-velvet-glove-pt-4

Link 5: https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/189082815921/iron-fist-velvet-glove-pt-5

Link 6: https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/189225898391/iron-fist-velvet-glove-pt-6

One Hell of a Friend:

Headcanon Post: https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/189343629341/im-one-hell-of-a-friend

Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug x Black Butler Summary: Rolland really wanted to protect his son, daughter-in-law and only granddaughter. Using an old favor from the previous head of the Phantomhive family, he sold his soul to a demon. Under the promise that said Demon will protect his family… Said demon deeply regrets said contract.

Pt. 1: https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/189487136491/im-one-hell-of-a-friend-pt-1

Blog: Spots On

Inspired by a post by @vivilakitty​: https://vivilakitty.tumblr.com/post/189295836977/okay-playing-on-the-idea-that-ladybug-calls-lila

All inspiriation goes to @vivilakitty​ and @miraculousl4dybug​!

Pt. 1/3:https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/189465872691/blog-spots-on-13

Title: Number Three Hero

Fandom: My Hero Academia Au: Number Three Hero, Hisashi Midoriya is Japan’s Number Three Hero and a Shitty father at that.

https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/184359923491/number3heroau-izuku-midoriya-headcanon

https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/184428813811/number3heroau-todoroki-family-headcanon

https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/184429446421/number3heroau-katsuki-bakugo-headcanon

https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/184447195866/number3heroau-hitoshi-shinso-headcanon

https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/184447299111/number3hero-ochaco-uraraka-headcanon

https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/184625345661/number3heroau-hisashi-midoriyas-background

https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/184721412051/number3heroau-friends-of-friends

https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/184723425026/number3heroau-quirk-realization

https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/184728060631/number3heroau-an-ever-changing-future

https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/184763671916/number3heroau-visions-of-a-family-life

https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/184862501331/number3heroau-burn-marks

https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/184903003571/number3heroau-recovery

https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/184958554766/number3heroau-life-after-surviving

I’m a Scholar, Not a Knight

Fandom: My Hero Academia

Summary: Izuku knew he wanted to become more than a simple peasant. He plans on becoming a scholar. A simple scholar that is repeatedly being told otherwise. Somehow, he found himself in the company of a retired knight, a squire, a witch-in-training, a runaway prince, a barbarian king, a human/dragon hybrid and a frog shifter… All of whom start to assume he’s the Lost Hero of Legend. Yeah… there goes his goal of becoming a scholar.

Pt. 1: https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/189201651731/im-a-scholar-not-a-knight-pt-1

Pt. 2: https://a-marlene-s.tumblr.com/post/189393762946/im-a-scholar-not-a-knight-pt-2

Headcanons For La Red:

The Blog: A Sight For Sore Lies

In Au Chat noir discovers the anti-Lila site. He sees numerous people were harmed by her lies. Hears about Marinette’s involvement

Backstory: See-No-Lie

Possible Future Au’s:

Miraculous Dragon Age:

Marinette Dupain-Cheng:

Species: Half-Elven Inquisitor,

Backstory: Her parents are highly known bakers in the Orlais. The bakery is known to be the Divine Justinia’s favorite bakery, even dropping by for a random visit here and there. This came into play when everyone planned on having the family come to the conclave to cater the event.

Marinette went ahead of her parents to bring in the first of the items that were needed for their job. Unfortunately for her, she got lost and found herself smack dab in the middle of trouble.

Adrien Agreste:

Species: Human

Backstory: The son of a nobleman who wanted to keep him away from the outside world. Despite this, Adrien had managed to run away to join the Templars at a young age. He got into some… trouble when his best friend helped his friend got messed up with the Hero of Ferelden. Then once again when he got transferred to a new place… and dealt with the Hero of Kirkwall.

He doesn’t have the best of luck. However, throughout this, he managed to rise through the ranks and was asked by none other than the right hand of Divine to join the Inquisition.

Fridge Au:

What if Adrien grew up in a normal household...

Gabriel Agreste gave up his chance of becoming a famous fashion designer to take care of his ailing wife during her pregnancy. Instead of fretting over designs, business deals or becoming the man as we know him as, gave everything up. Giving up the limelight to be there for his wife and their unborn son. 

For Gabriel, nothing is more important than family... 

Emilie Agreste remained hospitalized after giving birth to Adrien Agreste and shortly fell into a coma. Gabriel had to take on several odd jobs to pay off the hospital and to provide for his son. One of those jobs ended up being a delivery man for the Dupain-Cheng bakery.

Quirk: Miraculous Ladybug

Quirks:

Marinette Dupain-Cheng: Cloth Manipulation/Miraculous Ladybug

Adrien Agreste: Formerly Quirkless/Cataclysm

Alya Césaire (class deputy): Computer Interaction

Nino Lahiffe: Frequency manipulation.

Chloé Bourgeois: Paralysis Inducement

Sabrina Raincomprix: Invisibility

Rose Lavillant: Plant Manipulation

Nathaniel Kurtzberg: Digital Art Manipulation

Juleka Couffaine: Identity Manipulation

Lê Chiến Kim: Emotion Weaponry

Mylène Haprèle: Slime Manipulation

Max Kanté: Technological Combat

Alix Kubdel: Flash Forward

Ivan Bruel: Earth Transformation

Lila Rossi: Feign Damage

Aurore Beauréal: Weather Manipulation

Mireille Caquet: Omnilingualism

Jean Duparc: Miming

Luka Couffaine: Sound Manipluation

Marc Anciel: Ink Manipulation

Kagami Tsurugi: Elemental Manipulation

Justice League.... You’ve been banned from Paris.

Au from: @vivilakitty​: https://vivilakitty.tumblr.com/post/189642522467

Summary: The Justice League found out they are banned from Paris. They have no idea why and they send someone to investigate. What they found out about Team Miraculous and Akuma’s, things grew tense.

I know her, I’m close friends with her son~

Au from: @countingdowndays: https://countingdowndays.tumblr.com/post/189602949856/prompt-lila-salt-adriens-mom

Summary: Adrien mentions the movie his mom stared in to the class. Lila latched onto it, claiming she personally knew the actress and that she could introduce Adrien to her. “Great, let me know what my mom says.”

Marinette Mode

Story Idea: @vivilakitty​: https://vivilakitty.tumblr.com/post/189567415622

Summary: Marinette takes on an apprentice ship under the one and only Edna Mode.

Hear Me Out Au

Story idea from: @maxdark158​: https://maxdark158.tumblr.com/post/187476540811/hear-me-out-ive-got-an-au-idea

Summary:

Best Friends Adrien and Marinette. No love interest or love square here.

Marinette paired with either Damian, Tim, Jason, Dick, or someone from Dc.

Adrien, I don’t know if I want to pair him up with someone or if I do want to pair up him with someone, I don’t know with whom yet.

Adrien is protective of his best friend.

Lila Salt.

Alya Salt.

Passive (Agreste)sive.

The Delinquent

Story prompt from: @rubixchick​: https://rubixchick.tumblr.com/post/189551994983

Summary: Lila assumed the older guy Mairnette has been hanging out with lately, is just some delinquent due to the guy’s tattoo’s, pericings and ripped up clothes. Spinning her tales, Lila made it difficult for Marinette to hang out with this guy or trying to occupy her time by smoothering her to no end. Things go bad to worse... for Lila when she accused Juleka’s brother, whom she never met before, being the deliquient.

Presentation Day

Prompt by: @art-deco-shrimp​: https://art-deco-shrimp.tumblr.com/post/187540795390/fanfic-prompt-ms-bustier-assigns-each-of-the

Summary: Ms Bustier assigns each of the students to do a report on someone they know, with a presentation at the end. They need to pick someone to report on, learn about their daily life, interview at least three people close to them, and then do a presentation on that person when the project is due in two weeks (arbitrary time limit is arbitrary). When Alya comments that it’s too bad that the restrictions mean a report on Ladybug is probably out of the question, Marinette suggests Ladybug’s best friend as a substitute. Alya can interview Lila’s parents as one source, Rose can probably connect her for a short Q&A with Prince Ali about someone who’s done so much for his charities, and Alya can even justify asking Ladybug some questions for the project this way! (The direct prompt from the post.)

What’s the Stitch?

Prompt by: @kanamexzeroyaoifangirl

Kim Possible/Miraculous Ladybug crossover where Marinette and Kim are cousins though Gina. Lila lies about knowing and going on side missions with her when Marinette's the one going on missions with her when she's in town or visiting. Class minus Chole, Nathaniel, & Kitty Section believe and bully Marinette due to Lila's lies. Kim shows up during it one Tommie then uses her connections to show the truth and take her down. All bullies are sued and are banned from the bakery.      

ONE MORE THING!

Prompt by: @vixen-uchiha​   

Jackie Chan adventures. Can I request an uncle Jackie and cousin jade dropping in after learning about what is going on in pairs with some Lila and Alya salt  

#write this #ml #crossover #masterlist #my hero academia #maribat #future storeis #current stories

[maxdark158]

WAZZUP?! THIS IS THE FINAL CHAPTER OF ANGEL IN GOTHAM! Demon in Gotham has another four chapters but THIS IS THE LAST ONE OF THIS FIC!

EVERYBODY PANIC

Wait no don’t actually pls... I’m sorry

Thank you wonderful @ozmav for creating the au that inspired me to write this. I apologize in advance to you.

LETS G-GO GO GO

Angel in Gotham: Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Part 5 ~ Part 6 ~ Ao3

Demon in Gotham: Part 1 ~ Part 2 ~ Part 3 ~ Part 4 ~ Ao3

FANART! I GOT FANART GUYS!! Riddler ~ Joker thank you @thegreysman !!! If ANY of you draw ANY fanart PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tag me!!!!!

oooOOOooo

The Unnamed Teenager That Defeated The Riddler Cripples Joker!

Just days after beating The Riddler at his own game, the same teenage girl holds off The Joker until Batman arrives!

“We had to amputate him below the knee,” Arkham doctor says. “There was too much glass in the wound, it cut several muscles, tendons, and arteries. The shattered bone didn’t help.”

French Teenager Unavailable for Comment.

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oooOOOooo

Their trip to Gotham was ending early, all because of her.

Marinette woke up in the hospital. Professor Mendeleiev was there. She apparently fainted due to asphyxiation. She had a cut on her hand, and rugburn on her feet, and had been out for nine hours. The doctor told her it was a miracle she wasn’t more heavily injured after encountering the Joker. Professor Mendeleiev glared at them until they stopped talking about it.

She was discharged soon after. On the way to the hotel, Professor Mendeleiev told her what happened while she was out. The rest of the trip was canceled because of two students being attacked by the Joker, though Marinette’s confrontation with the Riddler hadn’t helped the case. They would be going home that evening. They’re leaving for the flight in two hours – 3:30pm.

“Bruce Wayne graciously paid for our flight back,” Professor Mendeleiev said. Marinette would have felt sick hearing it if she wasn’t so numb from everything.

Her parents had been informed about what happened. She should probably call them soon.

“Your friends tried to visit you in the hospital,” Professor Mendeleiev finished as they pulled up to, the now heavily guarded, hotel. “Unfortunately, only your guardian for the trip was allowed visitation, which is me.”

Her mind instantly went to Damian but- “Friends?”

An almost sad look appeared Professor Mendeleiev’s face, but it was gone so quick Marinette believed it to be imagined. “Yes. The Wayne boy and some classmates. Kim and Alix.”

Her heart lurched to her throat. Kim? Alix? She didn’t think anyone else cared anymore but…

She and Kim had distanced over the years, but when they were younger he was like her brother. She and Alix hadn’t talked much. She didn’t think either of them cared anymore.

She got out of the car. Professor Mendeleiev had brought Marinette some of her other clothes so she wasn’t wearing the bloody crop top and pajama pants. Her t-shirt and jeans were plain enough that she might be able to slide past the others she could see in the lobby.

Marinette hoped.

She walked in, Professor Mendeleiev behind her.

“Marinette!” A huge body slammed into her. Its arms wrapped around her and soon she was spinning.

“Careful, idiot,” she heard Alix say. “Don’t break her!”

The arms set her down and – oh it’s Kim. His eyes were red and puffy. A glance showed that Alix’s eyes were too. Why were they like that?

“I’m glad you’re okay,” he said genuinely.

“Me too,” Alix playfully punched her shoulder. “You beat the Joker! You’re bada-”

“Get away from her,” Another voice cut in, sharp. Marinette glanced up to see Alya keeping her distance from them, standing in front of Lila. From what she could see of the Italian, her hair was now in a single much shorter ponytail – or bun? Maybe it was a braid.

Alix crossed her arms in front of her chest. “What if I don’t want to?”

“You heard what Lila said,” Alya’s voice was angry. Marinette was numb to it. “She-”

“Alya,” Professor Mendeleiev chose that moment to step in. “I don’t care what Lila has been telling you, but stop yelling at her and her friends.”

Marinette jolted at the word. Friends.

“She needs to go to her room and pack for the flight back to Paris tonight anyway. Allow her to leave.”

Her class, most of them surrounding Lila, stared in stunned silence.

After a moment, Marinette went to the Elevator. She was given a new room key during the drive to the hotel.

She felt like the hallway security police were staring at her as she walked to her room.

They thought she was a freak. Everyone did.

When Marinette entered her room, she was immediately hit in the face.

“Marinette!” Tikki whispered, knowing there were others outside her door. “I’m so sorry, I should have gone with you I-”

“It’s okay Tikki,” Marinette was still numb, but it was better than dissociating. It was better than crying.

“No,” Tikki’s eyes were filled with shining tears. “It’s not.”

She opened her mouth to respond, but she couldn’t.

Because it wasn’t alright.

Instead of answering, she focused on her room again. She still remembered everything from the other night, but this would be her last time seeing it.

The sheets are scratchy, she remembered. The fabric was still clearly cheap.

The bed was stiff. She knew it was hard sleeping on it, but it was hard sleeping anyway for her.

Her entire hotel room was bland. A mess of off-white and white. It was bright, and it needed more color. More design to it.

She could see the creepy painting of two children in a bucket on the wall from the door. It was black and white except for the blue color of their shirts. Their eyes were still wide, but they seemed to stare at her now. Maybe they thought she was a freak too.

The familiar surroundings made it easy to spot the not-so-familiar changes she made. Her sketchbook was brightly colored, closed on her desk. Her dirty clothes were on the floor in the corner. The entire room was a mess of cut fabric and cardboard from the previous hours she spent designing and making-

The Thing.

She’d taken to calling it The Thing. She felt that if she acknowledged what it was, even in her own mind, she would break. She would break and someone would have to pick up the shattered pieces.

She cleaned up the mess. The few scraps of fabric left weren’t enough to make a design out of so she threw them away.

Marinette repacked her suitcase and backpack, making sure to account for absolutely everything. She checked once, twice. Tikki checked. Then she checked again. The only things she hadn’t packed were her phone and her sketchbook, both of which currently laid on her bed.

She still had an hour before they left to go to the airport.

The Thing was still hanging in her hotel room’s closet. It was small and cramped with only two hangers, a small shelf, and no door. She had shoved The Thing to the very back so she couldn’t see it unless she stood directly in front of the closet.

She went there now. She was staring at it.

She didn’t break, but she could feel cracks. Chips and pieces of herself fell to the ground.

Marinette’s hands shook as she took it from the closet.

She glanced at her sketchbook.

oooOOOooo

“Hi Maman, Papa,” Marinette greeted her parents.

After she finished with her little project, Tikki convinced her to call her parents. Though, she didn’t need that much convincing. It was a long flight, and she wouldn’t be able to call or message them while on it.

She still had fifty minutes left until she needed to go to the lobby.

“Marinette!” Her papa’s eyes were red and puffy too. Maman was still crying. “My little girl! Are you alright?”

“I’m okay,” her voice sounded wobbly and wrong. “I wasn’t even heavily injured.”

“That doesn’t matter,” Maman’s eyes had a fire in them. Marinette wished she still had hers. “I’m just glad you’re coming home soon.”

“We’re going to wrap you in bubble wrap,” her Papa’s voice was also wobbly. “So this can’t ever happen to our baby girl again.”

Marinette tried to imagine that, for a moment. Ladybug fighting akuma while wearing bubble wrap armor.

“I’m okay,” she said. “I know it was scary-”

“Understatement of the year!” her Maman grumbled.

“But I lived!”

“Yes, you did,” Her Papa’s voice was still wobbly, but proud too. Marinette felt her heart lurch to her throat again.

She hated it when people were worried about her.

“You not only lived,” her mother wiped her eyes, “But Marinette, they had to cut off one of his legs-”

What?

“He’ll be down for the count until he can properly use his prosthetic!”

She what?

“You may have saved more people, doing that-”

She… she did that…

She permanently and irreversibly damaged someone beyond repair.

“They even did a news article about it! My baby girl, making Gotham’s news!”

The entirety of Gotham knew she hurt the Joker. Hurt him so bad he didn’t have all of his body left.

“She’s anonymous in it though, Tom.”

No wonder the security guards were staring at her.

“Even better! We know who she is but others don’t! I’m even more proud.”

She wasn’t just a freak.

“You would be, darling.”

She was a monster.

“Marinette?” Tikki whispered.

“Honey?”

“Are you alright?”

“Yeah,” she tried to sound normal. Look normal. Hide her claws and flaws.

She’s a monster.

“I’ve got to finish getting ready,” she lied. It was heavy on her tongue but she didn’t care. Guilt was heavy, too heavy, but she didn’t care anymore.

“Thank you for calling us!”

“Try not to look for anymore villains!”

“I won’t,” That, she could answer honestly. “Goodbye, Maman, Papa.”

“I swear you’re her favori-” her father’s grumblings were cut off as Marinette hung up the call.

“Marinette?” Tikki tried again.

Marinette stared at her hands. She couldn’t see the blood, it wasn’t there anymore, but she could still picture it there. Blood that she caused.

She was a horrible person. Her actions were inexcusable. Monstrous.

Guilt was crushing her. It weighed on her shoulders and tongue, pushing her down and down. She waited for it to squish her like a bug. She hoped it would squish her like the bug she is.

Someone knocked on her door.

Marinette was numb. Like a zombie, she got up to open it. She already knew who it was.

Damian’s hair was messy. He wore a gray hoodie. She suspected he had the hood up until recently to try and conceal his identity as Damian Wayne.

She remembered how as Robin, when she punched The Riddler, he had been messy then too. Now she knew why – he had rushed to change into costume to help.

The memory hit her hard. She could see both of them standing there – Damian and Robin.

She looked at him. She didn’t break. It was a close thing.

His eyes weren’t red or puffy. His hands were stuffed in his pockets.

He looked normal.

Marinette wondered how much makeup he wore to hide his lack of sleep from being a superhero. She didn’t have hers on right now.

“Angel,” His voice cracked, and he cleared his throat. “Are you… okay?”

She managed to smile. It was fake. “Why wouldn’t I be?” she tried to joke.

It fell flat.

Without another word, she stepped back and opened the door wider for him. He walked in, pausing on the creepy painting.

“I know,” she mumbled. “It’s weird.”

He huffed.

“I’m sorry I wasn’t there for you,” he says, and Marinette understands.

She knows he isn’t apologizing as Damian. He’s apologizing as Robin. She can remember doing this when she had friends who got hurt. ‘I’m sorry, I should have been there.’ She knows what the meaning is beyond the words he actually says.

She knows he’s apologizing to a monster.

“You didn’t have to be,” she says, speaking to Damian. “I would have been too worried about you to… to…”

The words die in her throat but she knew what they were. To hurt the Joker. To damage him beyond repair.

“I was still,” he seemed to fight with his words too, “worried.” He spits it like a curse, like he hates saying it. Like he hates her.

Marinette could understand that. She hated having to be worried about Lila last night.

She ignored the hurt.

“You don’t have to be,” she mumbles, going over to the desk so she can sit.

“Are you fully packed?” he changed the subject.

“Yeah,” she sat at her desk. Her sketchbook, missing a few pages, was on it. Her phone was in her pocket. The rest of her suitcase and backpack were gathered by the foot of her bed.

The clock on the bedside table had a bright red glow. It was one of those electric ones.

She had forty-five minutes left.

The conversation lulled.

“I’m a bad friend.”

She ignored the pain.

“What?” Damian jerked. “What makes you say that? Why would you say that? There’s no reason for you to think that, Ange- Marinette.”

She tried not to flinch.

“There is,” she said slowly. “I don’t deserve you. You shouldn’t have to suffer a friendship with me.”

“What? Angel-”

“I’m a horrible person, and you shouldn’t have to deal with me.”

“What are you saying?” His eyes were wide, almost frantic. “You’re not making any sense.”

“I’m not supposed to,” she could feel a tear slide down her cheek. “You… you’ll understand soon.”

Damian looked lost. “Angel-”

“I’m not an angel,” she got up, heading to the closet. “I don’t deserve that name.”

“Please, you’re not making any sense,” she paused outside of the closet. Why did he sound so hurt? He had to hate her.

She was a monster, and monsters deserved to be hated.

“I’m an awful person, a horrible friend,” she whispered. “I’m protecting you from me.”

“I don’t need prote-”

In one quick move she grabbed a shoddy sketchbook paper-wrapped rectangle and threw it at the bed next to him.

“That’s yours,” her voice was wobbling. Tears were falling off her face and onto her shirt. “Open it when I leave, then you’ll understand why I can’t be your friend anymore.”

This was the most expressive she’s ever seen Damian. His face seemed to fall, and he picked it up carefully.

“You don’t want to… to be my friend?” he whispered. His eyes were shiny, and he sounded like he was about to cry. It was probably from relief.

She was a monster, and monsters didn’t deserve happiness.

“I don’t deserve to,” Marinette corrected.

She betrayed his trust. She went behind his back and discovered something about him that she wouldn’t ever be able to forget – not in this universe.

He didn’t deserve someone like that. He wasn’t a monster like she was, and deserved someone better to be his friend and to comfort him and-

“I need to call my parents,” she lied again. She loathed liars and now she was one. But that was okay.

She was a monster, and monsters deserved to be loathed.

If anything, Damian looked even more hurt. He didn’t say anything though, simply taking the package and walking out the door.

He didn’t slam it. He closed it with a soft click.

“Marinette,” Tikki sounded horrified. “What did you do?”

“He-he deserved better,” Marinette sobbed. “He doesn’t-doesn’t deserve… He doesn’t deserve…”

She broke down into sobs then. Ugly, horrible sobs that her hotel room pillow didn’t fully muffle.

“You can still fix this!” Tikki cried. “You can call him, you have his number, or-”

Marinette shook her head. She couldn’t.

She was a monster, and monsters didn’t deserve to love.

Oh.

Oh no.

She loved him.

She…

She was in love with Damian.

Marinette’s tears started fresh. She was in love with Damian. She couldn’t pinpoint a when, but she was…

It felt soothing, for a moment. It was not as obsessive as her crush on Adrien was, but something calmer. It flowed like a stream, natural.

But now, the stream was boiling. It hurt to breathe, to move, to think, because she loved Damian.

And she didn’t deserve him.

She now felt all of the hurt, the pain, everything she had been ignoring, full force.

It was mint it was chains it was tight throats and burning lungs and sobs.

It was painful.

oooOOOooo

Five minutes until they leave the hotel for the airport. Marinette had her backpack on her back, her suitcase in hand, and her sketchbook under her arm. Her phone was in her pocket and Tikki was in her backpack.

When she arrived at the lobby, everyone was waiting in groups. She saw several red and puffy eyes, none as worse as Lila Rossi.

Oddly enough, she sat alone.

Kim was the first to see her. He was pacing and looked up when he heard her quiet footsteps. “Mari,” he breathed. “I’m so sorry.”

What?

“What?” she asked. Her voice wasn’t wobbly, but it cracked.

“I’m sorry too,” Alix piped up. “We may have gotten suspicious toward the end, but we still believed Lila for years. I’m sorry.”

What?

They… didn’t believe Lila?

Other classmates began to step forward, shame-faced. Rose was still crying. Juleka’s hair hid one eye, but the other was still shining as well.

“Marinette, I’m so sorry,” the small blonde cried. “Lila, she did that, and-and you’re you and you don’t deserve it and-”

“What?” she was still confused. What… what happened? Why were they…

“Damian Wayne was here earlier,” Alix stepped in. “He called Lila out on her bullsh-”

“Alix!” Ms. Buistier cried.

“He called you out too, you know,” Alix snapped back immediately. “And don’t think I’m not going to bring up all the points he argued about you to the school board.”

Ms. Bustier paled considerably. Marinette was worried she’d faint.

“The point is, he called Lila out for all the lies she told,” Kim frowned. “Well, the ones he knew of. The rest of us filled in the blanks for him.”

“It helped when the police showed us the security footage of last night,” Juleka mumbled. “Alya couldn’t argue with facts.”

Alya, also sitting alone, flinched.

“You don’t have to forgive any of us,” Rose was still crying. “We don’t deserve it. But I- I still wanted to apologize.”

“Same,” Alix grumbled. Kim nodded.

Marinette was still confused.

She was a monster, and monsters deserved to be detested.

But they didn’t detest her.

At least, not anymore.

Professor Mendeleiev clapped her hands to get the class’ attention. Everyone began to file into the bus to go to the airport.

The security officer policeman nodded to her on her way out. Marinette wished they hadn’t seen her.

On the bus, she still sat alone. She knew they wanted to give her space, but Marinette didn’t care.

Her phone was in her hand. She opened up her and Damian’s text chat. She was going to delete all the messages. She had to delete them. She had to…

She didn’t want to. These were the only proof she had that their friendship existed.

She found herself rereading messages on the way to the airport. She’d never find a nickname for him in the chat, she realized. Her endeavor failed.

But Marinette already felt terrible, so what was a little more scorn? After all, she betrayed her best and only friend. She betrayed him. She ended their friendship because he deserved better. She made sure he hated her. And she couldn’t even delete her only reminder of the whole thing. She was pathetic.

She didn’t break.

She wished she did.

#daminette #maribat #damimari #maridami #marinette x damian #damian wayne #damian wayne au #Marinette #marinette dupain cheng #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #tw joker #joker #lila #lila rossi #anti lila rossi #anti alya #alya cesaire #angst #miraculous #miraculous ladybug fanfiction #batman #batman fic

[rhub4rb]

Confessions of a Daminette writer

Hi yes! I have some confessions, but before that, I want to make something super clear

I am not bashing any anti daminette shipper out there, I understand where you are coming from! This is just me telling my side of things and also *I have not gotten any hate in my inbox nor my fic* I am not writing this because I am angry, and I am thankful that I have not been targeted.

Anyways, let’s get to some confessions, shall we?

First off, I would like to talk about my character bashing with well, a lot of characters.

With Adrien and his incredible OOC-ness (trust me, I know Adrien isn’t like what I wrote him as in oBaB) It’s mainly because I wanted to try and write a character that was abusive.

I was abused when I was younger by my step-dad (not my step-dad anymore) who was an alcoholic and violent. When he had too much to drink, things at home wouldn’t be pretty. He ended up kicking me, my mom and my brother out, and we ended up living in a crisis center for a while. I know abuse is serious, and I will be more careful with what I do and make sure to add warnings if I believe there is a need.

I wanted to (try) and write an abusive character’s thought process, and if in doing so have hurt or offended anyone by this, I am so sorry.

I know Adrien isn’t like this, and Of Birds and Bugs is the only fic I have written and will ever write where Adrien is like this.

With Lila and Alya, I just don’t like the characters too much XD

With Damian being OOC, I don’t know a lot about the character. The bat characters that I know the best are Bruce, Dick, and Jason, and I should have done more research into the character and how he actually is, rather than basing him off of fanon. I take complete responsibility for that.

In my next Maribat (Maribat not daminette) fic I’m writing, I’m doing more research into the characters and how they are, especially because it will be way more character-driven.

Again, I am sorry to anyone I may have hurt or offended when writing oBaB, and I will take any criticism to heart for Home is Where the Heart is (which will be Marinette x Jon btw)

Anyway, that was just my two-cents on the matter.

Rhu

#anti daminette #if you want me to remove the tag #just message me and I will #of birds and bugs//

[cornholio4]

ml batman story prompt

I feel like I am the only one who has tackled this but here is a prompt, I would prefer that Damian stay away from this as someone who hates the ship and him a bit but it’s up to you and I won’t hold it against you for putting it in there

Marinette’s class goes to gotham like in many crossovers but here’s the catch, alya isn’t coming along because her parents absolutely refused to let her go at all

they know what she is like, happily walk right into a dangerous superhero battle for footage to get a scoop

they don’t trust her not to do the same in Gotham, the dangerous crime ridden city where there are dangerous powerful insane criminals who never have a robolem breaking out and there is nto miraculous ladybug to fix any damage

#alya cesaire #ladybug story prompt #ladybug prompt #miraculous ladybug prompt #batman #ml and batman #ml x batman crossover #miraculous #miraculous ladybug #i refuse to believe that the cesaires wouldn’t let her go #you know she would walk right into a joker fight to get footage #forget the salt fics which portray the Gotham rogues as a second family to marinette #they are EVIL and crazy #lila salt #if you want #ml salt #salt story if you want #anti damian wayne #anti daminette #anti damianette #damian Wayne salt