#marvelous miracles (please disregard the ghosts)

[alittledoseofchaos]

Part Of A Work In Progress

Marinette burrowed into a soft blanket as the news played on a very large TV. She lazily turned up the volume as the video switched to be infront of a semi-demolished building. A woman in a purple pantsuit waved her arms to get the attention of someone. Soon, Ironman landed infront of the cameraman.

"Mr. Stark! You just saved tons of people from a burning building, how do you do it?"

"Like he does everything, with narcissism." Tim muttered from Marinette's left. She blinked at him. A round of hums in agreement came from all Waynes and Wayne-adjacents in the room. She watched in a mixture of amusement and fascination as the comments slowly escalated.

At one point Jason put his book down and joined the people on the couch in mocking the hero. Marinette knew for a fact that Cass hadn't been holding a "Ironman's a JERK" sign at the beginning of this, but she was now. Steph was burning a shirt with the Ironman symbol. Damian was standing on the back of the couch, monologuing about how he was a disgrace. Tim was standing on an armchair, how he got there she didn't know, and was somehow agreeing with Damian while insulting him? Duke was chanting 'burn the hierarchy' as if that was something perfectly normal. Marinette is pretty sure Babs was recording this; most likely for blackmail. If it wasn't for the mischievous smiles on their faces, and their night-time activities, Marinette would be worried she was living with supervillains.

"Mr. Stark, people are saying that you are living proof that superheroes could reveal their identities without danger to their loved ones, do you agree with this take?"

A suffocating silence filled the room as all those present fixated on the screen. Marinette swore none of them were breathing.

"That is completely false. People I care about have been put in danger, and that's with all the tech and money possible."

Marinette watched as they all did a double take. She could practically see them all rebooting. Not long after they shook off their shock and continued on.

Jason returned to his book. Damian climbed off the couch and used a cup of water to put out the growing flames. Tim pulled off his jacket and mopped up the excess water. Cass folded up the sign and slipped it between the couch cushions. Dick, who had been watching this all unfold, shook his head fondly. Steph gathered the popcorn that was spilled in the anarchy. Duke went back to writing in his handheld notepad.

At this point Marinette's eyes were comically large, and she couldn't fight the laughter that came bubbling out of her. Everyone's eyes whipped to Marinette, almost as if they forgot she was there; except Cass because she's Cass. Nobody did anything until Dick started laughing too. Noise filled the room, but this time because of laughter and jokes rather than criticisms.

That was how Bruce found them later, all except Damian laughing. When asked what was going on, they all just fell silent and exited through different entry points. Bruce blinked. Looking around the now empty room, he decided that he was better off not knowing the cause of the newest burn mark on the coffee table.

#maribat marinette dupain cheng #maribat #mlb x dc #dcu x mlb #maribat damian wayne #maribat tim drake #DC × Marvel #Marvel × DC × MLB #iron man #maribat bruce wayne #Mlb × Marvel #The only reason Dick didn't join was cause he didn't think disrespecting other heroes would be a good idea #marvelous miracles (please disregard the ghosts)

[frangipanidownunder]

Four times Maggie Scully’s prayers were answered and one time they weren’t

Written for @xfficchallenges The Fic You’d Never Write challenge. I’ve pretty much covered comedy, drama, family, sick, smut, angst, casefile and au in my stories so it was tricky to think of a new angle. I couldn’t bring myself to write another pairing, so I settled on another POV: Maggie Scully.

 1 Lost and found

She watched Fox as he walked around the apartment. She knew Dana thought highly of him, had come to trust in him. But she had also spoken of his impetuosity, the disregard he displayed for his own safety, his unwavering belief in the hopeless, the inexplicable and the outlandish. Dana told her that oftentimes during a case he was driven to point of closing his mind to logic, order or direct command. And for that, today, now, Maggie Scully was grateful. He barked orders at the techs, he spoke with authority to whoever he was conversing with on his cellphone, he regarded each blood stain, each hair, each upended object in Dana’s apartment with a deep consideration that made her believe in the hopeless – that Dana would come home. Safe.

           ‘Mrs Scully – why don’t I get one of the officers to drive you home. You should try to get some sleep.’

           She shook her head and looked at the fern that draped over the top of the cupboard in Dana’s living room. Bright green, well-cared for. Full of life. ‘I wouldn’t sleep, but I do feel like I’m in the way here.’

           Fox nodded and offered her a half smile of sympathy. She saw a depth of understanding in his eyes. She saw how his losing Dana cut him – they had shared so much in just a year or so. She saw respect and fear too. But above all she saw tenacity.

           ‘I can drive you, if you prefer.’

           ‘I wouldn’t want to take you away from here.’

           He chuffed out a bitter laugh. ‘Perhaps I’m better off staying. There’s lots to be done still.’

‘I’ll be praying.’

He put his hand on hers. ‘I will find her. I’ll do everything I can to find her.’

           ‘I know,’ she said. And she did.

2 Doubt and Trust

Dana rushed past her, taking the stairs two at a time and slammed the door of her room. The rafters shook and Maggie looked out the window at the garden, marvelling at how well it had survived the cooler months. As she waited downstairs, she could hear Dana opening drawers and shutting them. She heard her crying out and talking to herself, wild words, incomprehensible ranting. Maggie waited until it fell silent. She learned early on as a parent, that the trouble was always to be found in the silence.

Dana had been an introspective child, the quietest. Missy was all drama and theatrics, Bill was full of his own self-importance and blustering righteousness, Charlie was a noisy terrier desperate to keep up with the older ones. But Dana was always observing. And when she did break down there was always a damned good reason. Maggie knew her daughter felt so deeply, tried so hard to work out how to live in harmony with a world full of pain and injustice that it sometimes became impossible to be the stoic one, to not be worn down.

And whatever had worn her down now was frightening in its ferocity. This had not been a slow chipping away; this had been a searing, burning explosion.

Maggie trod carefully, holding the banister, weighing up whether to call Fox first or wait for him to come. He would come. Of that, she was certain. She knocked, lightly at first, then with more force. She rattled the door against its lock.

           ‘Dana, honey. Let me in. Please.’

           Silence.

           ‘Dana, I want to help you, but you have to open the door.’

           Nothing.

           ‘I have the key, Dana. I’m going to open the door anyway. It will be much better if you open it yourself. I just want to see that you’re okay, that’s all.’

           When Dana pulled back the door, Maggie tried to contain her rising fear. She was still fully dressed but rumpled, her hair tangled, her eyes red-rimmed and wide with terror. She was wringing her fingers, pacing.

           ‘It’s all been a lie, mom. All of it.’

           ‘I’m sure that’s not true, Dana.’

           ‘It is,’ she said, wiping spittle from her chin. ‘I’ve been so stupid. So stupid. How could I not have seen it?’

           Maggie moved forward, holding her arms out towards Dana. ‘Why don’t you  come downstairs with me? I’ve made tea. You’ll feel better if you drink something, sit down.’ She brushed the sides of Dana’s arms, just a light touch, but one that sent her daughter skittling backwards as though her fingers were electrically charged.

           The rapping at the front door was the tipping point. Dana sunk to her knees, clutching her hands against her ears. When the knocking came again, louder, more insistent, Dana jolted upright and shoved Maggie out of the door. ‘Don’t answer it. It’s them. They can’t come in. If you answer it, they’ll kill me.’ She shut the door.

           The walk down the stairs was terrifying. The fear that Dana would hurt herself if she answered the door weighted against the fear that she would hurt herself if she didn’t. Before she even pulled it open, she knew it was Fox and that she wouldn’t be able to stop him. She recognised the look in his eyes. The depth of understanding. Respect and fear. And the tenacity.

           And the moment Dana collapsed in tears she saw the love too.

That night she prayed for her daughter. And she prayed for Fox. And she prayed they could move past this event to regain their mutual trust. The trust they needed more than her prayers.

3 Strength and Weakness

Dana’s skin was so pale and with her gaunt face, she looked haunted. Maggie knew she was stubbornly refusing to be as terrified as everyone else. Maggie sat in the chair most nights and read to her. She slept fitfully, twisting the sheets and mumbling about Mulder. Whatever had happened since he reappeared, Maggie felt sure that her daughter would rest easier if Fox spent a little more time with her. The chip that Fox had offered up as a cure was a mystery that Bill refused to give any credence to, but Maggie knew her daughter, and if Dana trusted Fox with her future, then the least she could do as her mother was to wait and read and hope.

           Dana stirred, turning her face to the window as her eyes fluttered open. She smiled at Maggie. Maggie squeezed her hand and offered her a cup of water. Dana hoisted herself up and sat against the starched pillows.

           “Has Mulder been in?”

           “He called by earlier, but didn’t stay. Can you manage something to eat? A little jello? Bill stopped by too. He says to say hi.”

           “I think he chooses to stop in when Mulder’s here so he can look like he cares more.”

           Maggie clucked. “I think that’s a little unkind, Dana.” She gave Dana a spoon and a bowl of orange jello.

           “It’s true. His presence here intimidates Mulder.”

           “Fox is a grown man. An FBI agent. He carries a gun. Your brother shouldn’t intimidate him.”

Dana swallowed a mouthful of jello and smiled. “Mulder’s vulnerable at the moment. He’s had his beliefs tested. He has had to re-examine his entire purpose, his quest for the truth, his job,” she paused and took another spoonful. “This illness. His passion is both his strength and his weakness. He’s been shattered by recent events.”

Dana lay her head back against the pillow.

“You can’t use all your strength worrying about Fox.”

“Who else will, mom?”

She was asleep within minutes. Mulder knocked gently and slid into the room, taking the seat on the other side of the bed. Maggie put the book on the side table and whispered to him that she was going to find a cup of tea. He stood up as she left, closing the door behind her. She waited a moment outside. Watched as he lifted the chair closer to Dana’s side. Placed his hand over Dana’s.

           Maggie stopped on her way to the canteen, visiting the quiet room. She contemplated the landscape on the wall, a forest scene with towering trees that stretched their leaf-laden limbs to a deep blue sky. She closed her eyes and gathered her strength, praying for Dana.

And for Fox.

4 Forward and Backward

It was sometimes difficult to understand just what the FBI wanted. They took so much and gave nothing back. All Maggie wanted for her daughter was peace, dignity. She’d buried Fox. She’d witnessed the miracle of his resurrection. They had a child only to be forced to give William away. And then the trial. Charges that carried the death penalty. The break out. And years of forced isolation. And now this.

           The driveway was long and rutted. The house always seemed like it had been stuck on the block with no care. And now it just looked disheveled and sorry as they drove away.

“I’m sorry you had to come get me, mom.”

“I wish you’d tell me what’s going on, Dana.”

           Her daughter leant her head against the window and didn’t speak for hours.

Those first few days, Fox left 86 messages on the answerphone. Dana switched off her cell. Maggie threw away sandwiches, crackers, fruit and a put servings of pot roast, meatloaf and lasagne back in the fridge. She boiled the kettle more times than she could count and listened to Dana sob herself to sleep.

           “I can’t go back.”

           These were the first words Dana spoke.

           “Why not?”

           “I hurt him more when I’m there.”

           Maggie shook her head. “I know you two. You need each other.”

           Tears streaked Dana’s face. “We did. We do. More than is healthy. We take steps forward and then we run backward. That’s been the pattern of our lives.”

           “You’ll find a way through. I’ll help you.”

           Dana sobbed, laying her head on her arms across the table. “Prayers can’t fix this, mom.”

           Maggie prayed anyway. And the FBI finally stopped taking.

5 Answers and Questions

The sounds came and went, along with the light. The sounds fell away. The light blinded her then receded. She took comfort in the feel of someone holding her hand but sometimes, when she woke up, her hands were folded across her abdomen and all she had left was the ghost of a touch.

It was dark. It was bright. It was silent. It was chaos. She was comforted. She was frightened.

She could hear his voice. Charlie. Love swelled in her heart, her veins. She couldn’t hear because love was pulsing through her, rushing in her ears and keeping her eyes pressed shut. She’d prayed for Charlie’s return to the fold, to her breast. He’d come home.

She willed her eyes to open. She saw Fox. And Dana.

“My son is named William too,” she said.

One last prayer. Just one.

#xfficchallenges #fic i'd never write #txf fanfic #my fanfiction #maggie scully

[alittledoseofchaos]

Marvelous Miracles (Please Disregard the Ghosts)

Note: bold and italic means that it is said in french.

First, Prev,

'In. Out.' Marinette thinks to herself as she clambers out of the van.

"Here you go, Miss Marinette." She feels her nose crinkle in displeasure as she turns to accept her suitcase.

"Just Marinette, please." She feels her eyebrows furrow as Alfred chuckles quietly. Bewilderment spreads through her as he just keeps walking up the steps. Realizing she's being left behind, she rushes forward. She's just in time for him to reach the door. She turns to him to repeat herself when she hears a crash.

Spinning around to face the oak door, she finally takes in the sight around her. A vast, stone building looms infront of her. The manor's windows are small, but plentiful and built with stone mullions. The manor is clearly old with all the chips she could see in the stone. Gray skies threaten rain and pale vines blanket the walls.

'Goth and elegant, just like Juleka.' As soon as the thought forms, a rush of inspiration and aching loneliness fills her. Pushing aside both, she pulls out her phone to take a picture.

Her thumb hovers over the button as the feeling of being watched overcomes her again. Her grip tightens. She finally understands how people can feel like they're suffocating even when they're outside. The overwhelming sense of walls closing in, inch by inch. A pressure presses against her neck and cuts off her air flow.

Another abrupt crash brings her back to reality. She takes in a large, greedy breath. Feeling the air fill her lungs grounds her slightly. She opens her eyes, and shudders when everything appears to be tinted green.

"Miss Marinette, are you alright?" She turns towards the voice hesitantly. Meeting Alfred's eyes, she goes to answer when the front door slams open. A young man rushes out, his black hair being the only distinguishable thing as he runs through.

"I'm going to kill you Drake!" Another blur yells. The limited sunlight glints off the sheen of metal. The second blur tackles the first and their both sent tumbling down the remaining steps.

"I do hope you both decided to wash your own clothes, since you've clearly decided to ruin them." Alfred cuts in. The blurs freeze before scrambling apart. There before her stands two boys.

One appears to be nineteen, with incredibly pale skin and calculating blue eyes. The other boy has forest green eyes and looks to be about twelve. She watches as the older boy takes a knife out of the other boy's hands and throws it to the side. Why does he have a knife? The boys stand straight and tall. The youngest's face scrunches into a scowl.

"Really, another one?" The boys say in sync. Seeing that the boys were close to murdering each other, Alfred steps in.

"Master Tim, Master Damian, if you would please refrain from attempted murder infront of our guest, that would be wonderful."

"So successful murder is still on the table, then?" The shorter boy says dryly. Marinette watches in awe as Alfred raises his eyebrow and the boys reluctantly shuffle inside. Following them into the foyer of the mansion, Marinette eyes everything around her with bug eyes. Alfred clears his throat, staring at the boys pointedly.

"Oh, right, I'm Tim and you are?" The older boy greets. Taking a closer look, Marinette sees that eyebags as dark as an abyss weigh down his eyes.

"Uh, Marinette, Marinette Dupain-Cheng." He nods solemnly.

"Cool. Bye." She flounders as he walks off. She hears Alfred sigh behind her.

"I guess that means you're Da-" She stops as she realizes that Damian is no longer with them. "What in camembert cheese is happening?"

She ignores Alfred's quiet "pardon?" and turns to a man descending the stairs. His black hair falls into a careless look, but his dark blue eyes are full of careful consideration. He appears very relaxed, which should've been her first clue that things were only going to get worse.

"Hello! I'm Dick! You must be Marinette."

"I- yeah?...Isn't that a cuss word?" She mumbles.

"It's an old nickname for Richard." He replies breezily. Marinette nods her head.

"Yeeeaaahhh, Alfred may you please take me to my room now? Or back to Paris, atleast I'm used to the crazy there."

Alfred smiles at her warmly and Dick laughs. Heat blooms across her face. She crosses her arms as she tries not to throw her arms up in exasperation.

"Tired of us already? And here I was, hoping you'd enjoy your stay here." A man in a suit says from her left. Another person with black hair and blue eyes She feels her eyes widen as she realizes who he is.

"Th- that's not what I m- meant Mr. Wayne! I'm really grateful for you helping me out and-" Bruce Wayne smiles and cuts off her rambling with a wave.

"I'm just joking, Ms. Dupain-Cheng."

The next hour is a blur for Marinette as she goes through a brief tour and Bruce lists off the ground rules. When she finally gets to her very large guest room, her mind is whirling. Her phone lights up as a shrill ringing fills the room. She reaches for the phone and answers it absent-mindedly.

"Hey Nathaniel..."

#marvelous miracles (please disregard the ghosts) #mass crossover #maribat #maribat marinette dupain cheng #maribat bruce wayne #maribat damian wayne #so on and so forth

[alittledoseofchaos]

Marvelous Miracles (Please Disregard the Ghosts)

Pt. 2

Prev. Next,

this crossover includes Miraculous, DC, Marvel, and DP. I'm not gonna list each individual crossover in the tags (I list Maribat and dp×dc because I know those can be difficult to block sometimes and it makes it easier for this fic to blocked). If you don't like these, the title (exactly) is a tag so this fic can be blocked that way too.

Alfred Pennyworth, despite what most people claim, does not know everything. He knows Bruce Wayne is Batman, his son, and a father. He knows he would give his life for his grandchildren. He knows that the world needs people like his family, even if he doesn't always like it. He knows that something in Paris, France is bad enough for Master Bruce's old friend Jared to suggest that one Marinette Dupain-Cheng move to Gotham of all places, but he can't for the life of him understand what it is.

His family is incredibly paranoid wary at heart, and for good reason too, so it comes as no shock that they began investigating the girl's life. What is surprising is that they can't find a single reason for Jared's concern. School reports show cases of bullying and victim blaming being ignored, which is mildly concerning, but not the life threatening problems Jared has promised them. Thorough research finds that her parents are busy, but hardworking and loving parents. In fact, after learning who the girl's parents were, Alfred messaged an old friend of his. Unfortunately, Gina Dupain, grandmother of the girl in question, provided more questions than answers when she mentioned something about evil butterflies. Everyone they talk to sounds just as mad with terror as the last.

Master Bruce, never one to leave a child in danger when he uses that brain of his, agreed to host the girl. His family is still at work trying to figure out the girl's backstory as he picks the dear up from the airport. He's early, and not as young as he used to be, so he waits for her in the plain van. He sat watching the camera feeds as the plane lands and begins unloading. His curiosity grows as miss Dupain-Cheng comes to a sudden halt as her foot lands in the building. From what he could tell, there is nothing around that would cause this abrupt stop, yet she is still standing there, frozen with one foot in the building. Displeasure crosses his aged face as someone behind the girl pushes her forward. She starts walking again, but her movements are stiffer than before.

Her blue-grey eyes shine with unease and dart between all the exits warily. Alfred climbs out of the car, intent on getting her out of there as soon as possible. He grabs a sign with 'Felicity Garcia' written on it, the agreed upon name that hopefully wouldn't draw anyone's attention. His brows furrow with determination.

Alfred Pennyworth does not know everything, but he knows that he'll do right by this girl.

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Marinette Dupain-Cheng knows many things. She knows that she would risk everything for her friends. She knows that she'll never get to be a normal girl with a normal life until Hawkmoth is taken down. She knows that something is wrong and that nobody has noticed. She knows that something is there, in the corner of her eye. She knows that someone is watching her. She knows there are many mutterings, but nobody is talking. She knows that Gotham is Crime Capital of the US, but this? This was something much darker. Something she is sorry to have seen, because now she is going to have to do something about it.

She feels another shiver dance down her spine and thanks the kwami that she wore such a thick grey sweater. She pushes aside thoughts of sinister intentions and scans the almost empty building. She hums lightly as she spots a sign with 'Felicity Garcia' written on it. The elderly man holding it is wearing a beige sweater and regular jeans, but something in her screams that he shouldn't be wearing anything other than a suit.

"HI! I'm Felicity Garcia! Are you here to pick me up?" She asks cheerfully. The gentleman's smokey grey eyes twinkle as he replies.

"Of course not, I'm much too frail for that." She smiles at the passcode. As they walk towards the doors, someone behind them spills their coffee. She turns to the woman that is now drenched in coffee. Without hesitation Marinette rushes over. She pulls out napkins and an anti-stain stick. She offers them up to the woman freely. Distrust fills the woman's eyes as she takes the offered objects. The woman nods in thank you as she walks away.

Marinette stares at the space where the woman had stood for a long while before she moves again. As she heads to the van, pity and determination mixes into a jumbled mess inside of her.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng knows many things, like how she is going to do anything to help these people in a place too dark.

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#maribat #maribat marinette dupain cheng #Marvelous Miracles (Please Disregard the Ghosts) #dpxdc #maribat alfred pennyworth #mass crossover

[alittledoseofchaos]

Marvelous Miracles (Please Disregard the Ghosts)

Pt. 1.

Next

× Not specials or seasons 4-5 compliant on the MLB side.

× Lots of lore littered throughout.

× Adrien and Marinette were 13 and 12 when Hawkmoth started and it has now been three years. Fu passing on guardianship happened their first year and the akumas got more violent as time wore on.

× Platonic Lovesquare

Ladybug paced the roof she stood on anxiously. She rung her hands. When she finally stopped pacing, she started to rock back and forth on the balls of her feet, a habit the came from a friend of hers. Ladybug groaned; she couldn't believe this was happening because of a rumor.

°•°•°•°•°•°•Earlier that week°•°•°•°•°•°•

It had been a dull morning in Paris. The night before had been interupted by yet another nightmare akuma. Madame Bustier's class was no exception to the exhaustion that plauged the City of Lights. Her students were running on caffeine from various sources and a mountain of spite directed towards a certain butterfly-themed supervillain. The teens barely spoke as they all filed into the dim classroom. Even Chloe Bourgeois sat silent, which was something most had thought impossible.

One girl entered the classroom without a care in the world. She looked around the room with olive-green eyes that were equal parts sly and greedy. The girl's presence demanded attention, whether it was the good or bad kind, most didn't know. Oh, and one of the most important things about her? She lies like most people breathe. This girl's name is Lila Rossi

"G-guys! I just heard that Marinette is Mayura!" Lila cried out. People all around the room wearily rose their heads to look at the girl. Silence filled the room. You could hear a pin drop. Just as Lila started to think she'd gone too far, a sharp laugh rang through the room. That laugh broke the dam and suddenly most of the class was laughing their heads off.

After some time, a short girl with pink hair cleared her throat and tried to contain the wild grin that spread across her face.

"Nice one Lila! Pfft- Marinette is Mayura," Alix said with a chuckle. A new wave of laughs filled the room at that.

"Y'know, the only times Nett has come close to looking like a supervillain was to protect her friends. Li-like-" Nino wheezed. "Like the Halloween Incident."

Most of the class didn't know what that meant, but Kim started to giggle like a maniac. Chloe paled and shook her head. Juleka mumbled something and those around her turned to look at her. With no small amount of shyness, Juleka cleared her throat and spoke up

"I think she was scarier during the Fork Fiasco."

Kim was practically on the floor with laughter at this point and Nino nodded at Juleka's assessment. Lila sat there dumbfounded as the class swapped stories about Marinette losing her temper on their behalf. It was Rose who brought up the the rumor Lila claimed to hear.

"Marinette would only help a villain if they threatened to hurt her loved ones otherwise! She's scary when she's angry, but it comes from a place of concern and love!"

The class hummed their agreements and Lila watched in confusion as nobody voiced any doubt.

"Umm...Guys? I don't think everybody is as sure of Marinette's innocence as we are," Alya said. She stared intently at her phone. Everyone stopped and turned to Alya. "There is an entire article dedicated to this rumor!"

"What!?" Someone shouted. Several of the teens vaulted over their desks to see the article. They made noises of outrage as they read. Lila stared at the group as they started to argue about whether to tell Marinette.

"Marinette should know about this, she'll want to do damage control," Max suggested as he adjusted his glasses.

"We can't tell Marinette about this! She's already so stressed!" Nathaniel argued.

"Tell me what?" Everyone turned towards the doorway. Marinette's eyebrows were furrowed and she eyed Lila with suspicion. Adrien stood beside Marinette and looked around the room hesitantly.

"Well-" Alya began before being cut off by Mylene.

"There's a rumor going around that you're Mayura, and there's an article dedicated to proving it!"

"W-what!?" Marinette rushed towards the group in horror. Adrien right behind her. Marinette grabbed the phone from her friend's hand.

The class had devolved into arguments. Lila was dragged into it at some point, but wasn't doing much. Juleka discussed the ethics of lighting the article author on fire with Marc, who had snuck in to bring Nathaniel a comic script. Rose advocated for talking to the writer instead. Adrien tried his hardest to get everyone to calm down, which didn't work all that well.

It had all gone down hill from there. Marinette had been brought home by a local officer before the rumor became worse. Her parents had to shut down the bakery for the rest of the day. The plan was to release an official statement that stated that there was no proof for the claim, but the universe has always loved messing with Marinette. She couldn't leave the bakery without being harassed by the news or people who demanded she be arrested. Her number and social media blew up with threats. Akumas and akuma victims had both come after her multiple times.

Everyone she knew suggested she leave Paris.

Jagged suggested an old friend to take her in. Seeing no other option, her parents caved.

•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•The Present°•°•°•°•°•°•°•°•

Ladybug was brought out of her head by the sound of two people joining her on the roof. She looked up to see Chat Noir and Wonder Woman. She straightened and let her Ladybug persona wash over her fully.

"Ladybug, it is unlike you to summon us so short notice," Wonder Woman started, "what is it that you need?"

"I'm being forced out of Paris." Chat Noir dropped his baton as his hands went slack. Wonder Woman was unreadable, but the unease on Chat Noir's face was as clear as day.

"B-but how will you fight akuma victims? Or purify the akumas?"

"Then it is a good thing Fu gave you the miracle box." Wonder Woman declared, which cut off Ladybug's reply. Both miraculous holders stared at her as if she'd grown a second head. She had been quite vocal about her displeasure with Fu for leaving the miracle box to a child, and her frustration with herself for letting her childhood admiration for the guardians slip into blind trust. She smiled at her young apprentices. "You can use the horse miraculous to teleport over during akumas."

The tension in Ladybug eased as she smacked her face in exasperation.

"Of course! Why didn't I think of that?" She grumbled. Chat Noir looked less panicked now, but there was still a small issue. "But what am I supposed to do if I can't get away to transform? I'm a terrible liar."

"Then don't lie, just stay you watch Paris news to know what's going on with your friends and that your worried about them." Chat Noir suggested. Ladybug weighed the excuse in her head before she nodded.

"Good thinking, little warrior!" Wonder Woman cheered. Both women chattered on and ignored how he was turning as red as Ladybug's suit. Their teasing stopped abruptly as Ladybug noticed that he had zoned out.

"Kitty?" Chat Noir's tail twitched slightly.

"Will you teleport over for patrols and training?" Ladybug grunted in offense.

"Try keeping me away!" Wonder Woman smiled at the young heroes. Nobody in the trio bothered to point out that patrol was more of an excuse to hangout.

"Have you already told your other teacher?" Wonder Woman asked. At Ladybug's nod, she let out a satisfied hum. "Are you still sure that you don't want us to train you at the same time?"

The two teens smirked. Wonder Woman had been making feeble attempts to figure out who the other hero training the duo was for months now. Wonder Woman wasn't worried, she knew the duo was careful, but she wanted to make sure their mystery mentor wasn't being too harsh and maybe she wanted to gush about her babies to someone who knew of their existence.

"Not a chance." Chat Noir said gleefully. Wonder Woman sighed in disappointment. She smiled as the two laughed. They talked on their secluded roof for a long while.

Three days later, Marinette Dupain-Cheng stepped on a plane heading to Gotham city with one last wave to the city she grew up in.

#maribat #Mlb×DC #Dc×mlb #dcxmiraculous #dcxdp×marvel×mlb #dcxmlb #marvel×mlb #mass crossover #danny phantom and others #Marvelous Miracles (Please Disregard the Ghosts) #akuma class sugar #class sugar #marinette sugar #adrien sugar #the class loves their sun and moon #Wonder Woman accidently adopted these two #jokes on her cause Marinette and Adrien adopted her first #maribat wonder woman #maribat marinette dupain cheng #maribat adrien agreste

[alittledoseofchaos]

Little piece of something I'm working on. Sorry if it's forced or ooc. I'm researching DC to improve characterization. Anyone with suggestions is welcome to give them.

Marinette stared at Tim thoughtfully from her spot on the floor. Her eyes narrowed as he took a long sip from his large coffee mug. The room was silent other than the click-clack of Tim's keyboard. A series of crashes rang in the hallway. Neither person got up, even as Damian yelled

"DIE, TODD!"

They sat in silence for a few moments before the quiet was broken again. Tim finally let out a sigh and turned to her.

"What do you want?" She sat up straighter and tilted her head at him. She let out hum.

"I'm glad you asked, cause there's something that's been bugging me," she started, "...why are you so hard on him?"

Tim raised an eyebrow at her. He slowly moved his laptop from off his lap. He made a gesture to continue with his hands.

"Damian." She dully noted that he was going to answer, but continued talking like she hadn't noticed. "I get that he hurt you, both physically and emotionally, but he's just ten?"He looked like he was going to argue, but she wasn't finished.

"I mean he's just a kid, he's still learning right from wrong. As someone who is older you should try to show him, even if it's just by being civil. Not to mention you might have a closer background to him than most of the people here! You both clearly come from abusive household's that demand perfection! You both try and find peace by documenting beauty of some kind! You both work to improve your skills rather than get a therapist!"

Tim snorted at the last one. She just glared at him and crossed her arms.

"I just feel like you guys should get along better."

He rolled his eyes and frowned at her. He slid down from the couch and joined her on the carpet.

"It isn't that simple! He tried to kill me and I'm expected to just accept that and move on while he suffers no repercussions because he's a kid?"

"None?"

"None!"

"....Bruuuucccceee!!!!"

#maribat #maribat marinette dupain cheng #maribat tim drake #maribat damian wayne #maribat bruce wayne #mentioned anyway #Marinette is concerned #marvelous miracles (please disregard the ghosts)

[alittledoseofchaos]

So many lore thoughts aaahhhh

The sheer potential of a DC × MARVEL × DP × MLB crossover makes me giddy. Their lore individually is so much fun to play with, but together? Vibrating in place at the thought.

For example, the Lazarus Pits.

Quick explanation of Ra's al Ghul in DC (from what I remember so take it with a grain of salt): being interested in science, he becomes a healer. He is ordered to heal the Sultan's son. He finds the Lazarus Pits and heals the Sultan's son, but his wife (Sora) is killed anyways. He overthrows the sultan and becomes the demon head, using the Lazarus Pits as he pleases.

Now, in most DC × MLB crossovers the Lazarus Pits form because of a wish.

In most DC × DP crossovers, the Lazarus Pits are just contaminated ectoplasm.

But hear me out.... its so much fun as both.

Ra's al Ghul is getting desperate, there isn't a science formula he can find that will heal the prince. Noticing his determination, a young monk who was victim to bandits lends him a magic jewel, the ox miraculous. As long as he helps the monk with his thief problem, he can use the ox miraculous during his more dangerous experiments. Al Ghul is running out of time when he finally finds the last two jewels, in two different very hard to get to places. He finally gets the jewels back for the monk, but the monk wants the ox back too. He isnt having it, using the jewels, Ra's al Ghul makes a wish. A wish for a substance that heals almost anything.

Slight problem, the substance bursts from a hole punched through the literal earth and does not belong on the surface. The wish demands balance, every time the Pits are used, it draws ectoplasm from the Ghost Zone. Sora still dies and Ra's al Ghul still overthrows the Sultan, but now the "Demon's Head" holds more weight as he literally had horns like a demon when transformed, oh yeah and the crack? It grows. Lazarus Pits pop up everywhere and the more the used, the sicker the Ghost Zone and its inhabitants get.

I got another one for you: Atlantis, this one makes me internally squeal a little.

Marvel: There is alot to expand upon here, but the parts I'll focus on is that, when still above water it was a place of barbarism and constant war, and was sunk by the Deviants.

DC: Again, a lot to unpack, but with a nice side of DC-can't-make-up-it's-mind. In general, Atlantis was very advanced in both magic and tech before sinking and reasons for sinking vary a lot based on the version(?) Idk im not awake enough to do a deep dive into their lore again. Atlantis and its empire splintered into seven(?) successor kingdoms. (Not including some outliers in their multiple Earth chaos)

All MLB gives us is that Plagg (black cat miraculous) had some part in it sinking.

But how I picture it:

A crazy person was trying to take over Atlantis. He had somehow gotten his hands on the black cat miraculous and was brutal, entire villages wiped out without hesitation. He slowly builds power. It's an age of barbarism and brutality. A few clans and kingdoms of Atlantis band together and form a more advanced civilization, thats still riddled with some power struggles. Atlantis is split in two, barbarism vs advancement. At on point Plagg gets free, and in an attempt to help and maybe steal some cheese he uses cataclysm. His cataclysm disrupts the tectonic plates Atlantis sits on. Years pass with Atlantis teetering over the edge, when it all comes to head one day. The technologically advanced Atlantis was having problems with their tech that made the unstable plates worse. Meanwhile, the barbaric Atlantis was being attacked by Deviants. The crazy person from before though? Didn't care. He had been looking for the Ladybug miraculous to make a wish and had finally found it. Unfortunately for him, he died before he could make the wish. Fortunately for the rest of Atlantis, Nooroo takes pity on them and transforms all people of Atlantis into varying degrees of fish people. Some relied soley on tech that Nooroo had transformed, while other had blue skin and webbed feet. Atlantis does split into many kingdoms, but now there are two kingdoms fighting for the right to be Atlantis. Centuries of stealing from one another and fighting has made it unclear which one is technically the original, but throughout all the ocean the people of the sea curse and cower from the name of Plagg.

But yeah..... I'm to tired to continue my ramble. But the point is so much Lore Potential.

#chaotic ramblings #lore drop #mass crossover #marvelous miracles (please disregard the ghosts) #< thats my tag for these four together and my story of this crossover #maribat #dpxdc #dc x dp #dp x dc crossover #mlb × marvel