[ch1] élémentaire
Fandom: MLB
Ship: Eventual Felinette, MarcNath & Chlogami, Past Lukanette
TL;DR: HBIC Marinette + Rich Marinette + ML Salt Fic + Canon Divergence
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Note: never expected to be continuing this fic but here it is after more than a year after i posted it!
this will be crossposted on ao3 under the same name
there is salt in this fic. idk how much yet, but please take care of your blood pressure–
NOTICE: Due to realizing that there are 2 sets of primary colours (additive: blue, red, green. subtractive: cyan, magenta, yellow), I will be accordingly switching to using the subtractive primary colours. Magenta for Marinette, Cyan for Felix, and Chloé will stay the same with Yellow. While that doesn’t change too much because Marinette’s faction still wears reds and pinks etc, I plan on going back to the prologue to edit this.
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1. roses de lavande
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Marinette Dupain-Cheng had never lost in all of her wagers against Chloé Bourgeois, and they first met at the young age of five.
It was a natural back and forth, one that Félix found amusing or annoying at times, but it overall explained their dynamic.
Chloé always challenged, Félix always observed, and Marinette always won.
Until now, of course.
She has always been a prideful person, adamantly choosing to follow the path she laid before her very own eyes. Every plan meticulously crafted from nimble fingers like fabric that was hand sewn together, every itty bitty detail crafted into her work of art like embroidery. Every setback was merely a ripped seam — a detour for the end result she desires. Félix waits for things to unfold to plan accordingly and Chloé acts on her plans as soon as possible, but she does both and more. Marinette plans, she executes contingency plans upon contingency plans, ensuring that she will never be trapped like a scurrying rat. She draws outlines only to rip them anew to gain better results, higher achievements born from ripping her own beloved crafts with the mercy of a tactician who immediately knows failure upon sight.
It wasn’t obvious — her pride, that is.
Her prideful nature wasn’t obvious, and it was never in the face of Chloé and Félix, when compared to the others raised on wealth and parental neglect, she was always seen as merciful and gentle yet scarily sweet. Knowing when to back down, knowing when it would be the best to join the fray when it came to conflicting interests, had contributed to her image. Being humble was a skill she learned to utilize, as she had witnessed her parents’ killing with kindness and smiles plastered on their faces in the face of rude customers, and had seen how it works in their favour in gaining support from others to how friendly or uncomfortable people can become.
She had been raised with love and care and the hope that she would never fall like a ruined soufflé — a piece of the heart that remained warm and kind and could be delicately sweet, but will never again stand tall after being deflated. Her parents raised her to have self-love, to be proud and just, to be filled with love and so much more.
And so, when Félix would move away to the UK after their final year of élémentaire, she stood tall indeed. She chose to step away from leadership, she chose to view the world through a rose-tinted lens because she wanted to find true love.
Happiness, she firmly believed, laid in that fairytale love her parents still have for one another.
It was not with Félix, who was a King that couldn’t stay for her and will never become her Prince Charming. A boy who cared for her dearly, but would not go against his parent’s decisions.
It was not with Chloé, a Queen who did not believe in a happy ending. A girl who wanted her around, but would never bother to ask her sweetly.
And, at the time, she believed that happiness was not in her reach as the Mirthful Majesty, Marinette, who believed in a love that will always mend, who so desperately thinks that she must have a soulmate to find happiness. She was surrounded by friends and people who favoured her, adults who trusted her, children who adored her, but none would fit her image of Prince Charming.
When Marinette decided to throw it all away, when Félix had stared at her as though she were a fool for ending things, Chloé issued one last challenge:
She will give up her futile endeavour and return to her throne before lycée.
And naturally, Marinette answered.
The idea of letting Chloé win, to give the heiress of Le Grande Paris exactly what she wants when she’s had years of having things go her way? It infuriated her at times, feeling that Chloé didn’t care about what Marinette had wanted for her own life and was just being a spoiled brat after all they’d been through together. It fuelled the eventual animosity they shot at one another in their time at Dupont, the glares and scathing words. They knew each other better than anyone — perhaps that was why it was so easy to turn Chloé into an enemy. Within the last few years, Marinette was on the verge of resenting her former friend, the accumulation of getting picked on for years since their new start at Dupont had been steadily building up within her. She knew the reasoning behind the girl’s actions, she knew that it was a shoddy attempt at trying to get her to change back to the girl she was before.
After all, she was Chloé’s only target for years, and clearly she didn’t take it well when Marinette began to retaliate. She would’ve ended up hating Chloé, willing to throw away the memories.
It didn’t help that everyone had played the role of bystanders in her life.
Then again, she couldn’t fault her friends from the days of before, when they had valiantly stood at her side at Notre Dame as if they were her knights, only to now choose to remain silent and idle. She asked them to never interfere in any matter between her and Chloé, after all. It was only natural for them to avert their eyes and clench their fists, to bite their tongues and feign ignorance with all but the stare in their eyes.
(As for Lila, that was a different matter entirely.)
And life went on, because as she expected, Marinette never conceded until this very day.
It wasn’t the same now, and it’s clear that Chloé had taken a page out of Marinette’s old planner and Felix’s demeanour. The Cruel Queen chose to plan and lay in wait. Chloé wasn’t a patient queen bee, but she knew when it was better to wait for the best moment to have all the drama unfold for the sake of making her vengeance all the more sweet, as Marinette had always expected of her when Chloé wasn’t consumed by her emotions. It was one of her charms, something that endeared the ruthless queen to the vindicated students of Notre Dame when they felt wronged; she sought cruel vengeance and succeeded each and every time, a trophy built up on bitter resentment, a bully meant for the bullies and horridly unfair teachers. Marinette often disliked her for her brazen demeanour even now, but she was, admittedly, intrigued at the more detailed revenge plans that Chloé had set in motion, the intricacies of every trap that would ensnare her enemies in the most harsh, humiliating, and ruthless manner, the sheer determination that the heiress had to ensure her victory through whatever means necessary. Chloé’s swift yet adamant behaviour was… admirable, at times.
Nearly four years — nearly four years of refusing to return for her metaphorical crown. Nearly four years of ignoring or arguing against Chloé Bourgeois. Nearly two years since Alya became her best friend. Nearly a year has passed since Lila appeared and swindled almost all of her new friends at Dupont. It was only several months since Lila steadily suffocated her friendships after her declaration of war, and Marinette was… tired, to say the least. The liar can do as she pleases, because now Marinette was learning how to stop caring for the people who never shared the same courtesy. It was their final year of collège before they moved on to lycée, and she knew better than anyone that enough was enough, even if it meant defeat.
This was her high road, Marinette had decided days after being told of Adrien’s advice — ignoring Lila Rossi, and no longer caring for the people who claim to be her friends when they would readily abandon her for a chance to bask in the spotlight. It was petty, she knew that without a doubt even before Tikki had voiced her initial disagreement upon making that decision. She was running on pure spite at this point, and her skin crawled in anger as irritation pumps in her veins because she has a feeling that Papillon is only adding fuel to the fire when it comes to Lying Rossi.
She suspects that he was working together with the girl.
Then again, Lila has nothing against Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She was an unwitting accomplice to Chloé’s plans, because Lila made her realize the very fact that Marinette was adamantly denying for the past several years:
Chloé Bourgeois was right.
She was right about their Dupont classmates all along — they never cared about Dupain-Cheng, but they cared about what the Goody Two-Shoes could do for them. Trust was a partnership, trust was something that had to be earned. Trust was a treasure that could never be easily found with a map and key. Trust would only hurt people in the end if it were freely given by the naïve.
It was very obvious how much trust they had in Marinette when they chose to trust Lila’s word over hers.
So nevertheless, it was easy to plan for what happened next. Unless Marinette revokes her ownership of the Miraculous Box, found someone fitting for the Guardian role, and a new Ladybug is chosen, she cannot afford to be akumatized. Tikki herself agreed that it would be for the best in the end, that she didn’t want to lose another bug, that Marinette was the best Guardian she’s had in centuries.
One failure, and everything Marinette had built for herself would be torn down before her very eyes. So she will allow Chloé this victory, and she will simply rebuild what was rightfully lost to time — her record might be broken, but she is still true to herself.
One defeat, amidst hundreds upon hundreds of attempts — she cannot allow Papillon to prevail. She almost did, multiple times, when she allowed herself to be naïve. She can’t, she won’t.
One loss, that’s all it would take. There will be no second chances.
(It’s a loss that Ladybug could never commit, but it’ll be fine. After all, Ladybug will never make the same mistake as Marinette Dupain-Cheng.)
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As lunchtime finally arrives, Alix silently packs up her belongings. She doesn’t join Kim and Max for lunch, which is to be expected, and a glance to Kim who gave her a simple nod was enough to tell her that he will be the one to provide a proper explanation for Max when they’re nowhere near their classmates. It was only natural; Max would be new to their rules — he’s categorized as a Dupont student, he wasn’t a part of their Notre Dame group, he had nothing to worry about, but Kim and Alix knew better than anyone that knowledge was power based on their time back at Notre Dame.
It was in his best interests to know sooner rather than later.
But instead of tagging along with any of her other classmates for lunch, Alix waits for Nathaniel to gather his things, making it clear that she intends on leaving the classroom with him. She shoots Nino a glance, watching the DJ slide back into his seat, his shoulders slumping over as he tugs his red hat down over his face as if he were ashamed — or anxious; perhaps both, justifiably both. She would’ve been surprised if he wasn’t worried, especially because he was Marinette’s childhood friend, her neighbour from their days of before, even if he never attended Notre Dame.
And he actually thought she was jealous of Lying Rossi.
It must’ve been humiliating, Alix thinks, to be so blinded by misinformation thanks to infatuation.
Her gaze is drawn over to Rose standing there in her pretty pink clothes, who blinks at them with a knowing gaze before blinking in innocent confusion and smiling. Within the moment following after, her attention is immediately ensnared by Lying Rossi. As if nothing had ever happened within the last several hours.
And… Alix can feel the budding disbelief and annoyance bubbling up within her. A dull sting of betrayal, perhaps? A betrayal from a time that will, undoubtedly, never come back, probably. Rose and her decision was especially all the more startling, though, and to see it blatantly happen before her?
It was almost insulting.
She wonders if choosing Lila Rossi over Marinette Dupain-Cheng is the girl’s final choice.
But then again, Rose looked at them knowingly — was she putting on this façade of being on Lila’s side? Or did she really not know?
(It’s like a train wreck waiting to happen — they know it will happen, they know the reason why it will, and they won’t be able to avert their eyes when the train approaches. The vindication that she’ll no doubt feel at the end makes Alix wonder if she actually belonged to Charmante or Fondamentaux instead of Méticuleuse.)
Alix purses her lips and proceeds to shake her head in mild disappointment before turning to look at Nathaniel. Her mouth opens, as if she were about to say something, only for it to fall away as she closes her mouth and jerks her head, gesturing towards the door. And she can tell that as Nathaniel solemnly nods in agreement. He was just as surprised to see Nino and Rose’s choice.
There was no need for words when it came to what happened earlier that morning.
So they leave the classroom behind, silence between the two of them as the Dupont students gradually fill the vicinity. Part of her feels paranoid, that she’s being stared at, that maybe everyone already knows.
But she knows that nobody is staring at her or Nathaniel as they leave.
It’s just the calm before the storm.
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They arrive at Tom & Sabine’s without incident. Tom greets them with a cheerful and kind smile, welcoming them with warmth in his eyes, and Sabine tells them that Marinette had texted her about their arrival, just as calm and kind. She tells them that they’re free to wait for Marinette in her room, that they’ve been expecting their arrival because their daughter had texted them, which… sounds ominous, truth be told.
Alix isn’t quite sure whether that’s a good thing or not. Judging from the deer-in-the-headlights look that Nathaniel wore when Sabine singled them out among their crowd of customers, he’s less concerned about whether or not it’s a good thing and was much more startled over the fact that Marinette was expecting them despite saying nothing.
Still, it was clear to see how much of Marinette’s personality came from her parents, based on Sabine’s determined gaze and Tom’s bright smile.
(Then again, they called Marinette the Miracle Princess of Les Trois Primaires. While Félix had been the scheming actor and Chloé being the bossy coordinator, Marinette was always the social planner with a sickeningly sweet smile.)
Nevertheless, they oblige and walk into the familiar home.
The house connected to the bakery was warm and appeared to be lived in, as it always is — a homey vibe that she and Nathaniel had always envied when they were growing up. While Marinette’s parents were busy with their bakery, they always made it a point to place Marinette first and foremost before their career. It was rare to find a genuine familial love like that in any of the families belonging to the former Notre Dame students.
(Fact: it was another contributing factor that easily soured Marinette and Chloé’s friendship.)
Alix had grown to view it as somewhat of a blessing, to have a busy older brother trying to follow their father’s footsteps, and to have busy parents who seemed to never care much for the events going on in Alix’s life. When she dyed her hair pink, and she stated that she thought it would look good, they simply brushed it off and moved on. A family of scholars, her family was — as long as she maintained her good grades and to avoid outward fights, as long as she didn’t get into any major trouble, they would allow her to do as she pleased. Her grandparents, on the other hand, hadn’t been pleased when she started dying her hair, but then again, her grandmother always asked why she wanted to be called Alix when Alixandria was a perfectly good name, or how she wanted to dress her up in dresses and skirts, wanted her to grow out her hair and act dainty instead of what she considered to be a delinquent.
When Marinette met them, they surprisingly changed their tune and seemed to adore Alix’s “rebellious” appearance and her passion for roller skating.
Nathaniel was a different story. His mother and her side of the family consisted of lawyers and politicians, and his father and his side of the family were primarily doctors and medical professionals, so it was always expected of him to follow in one or the others’ footsteps. When he dyed his hair red, his parents were blatantly against it, demanding that he dyed it back to brown. When he admitted to wanting to pursue art as a career, they thought it was a phase. It wasn’t, of course. His parents met Marinette, and she bewitched them on Nathaniel’s behalf, and everything was fine after that. They even made a deal that if he can prove that he’ll have a promising future in art before université, then he would have their full support.
And with Marinette supporting him? It was only natural that he would become more established in the art community.
(It was obvious why he used to have a crush on their faction leader — a planner who knows exactly what she wants and knows exactly how to achieve her end goal, as well as how to utilize her connections to best persuade her target. If Alix was ever interested in romance, then she would’ve undoubtedly been attracted to Marinette just for her sheer confidence alone.)
They enter Marinette’s room — a hurricane of a creative mess on her desk, it seemed, but with a semblance of organization and overall cleanliness everywhere else — a distraction for outsiders. The walls were covered in pinned sketches and drawings — a magazine article on her bowler hat, a couple of printed online articles of her work for Jagged Stone, and printed photos she took of her own dresses and designs.
Adrien’s face was nowhere to be found, not even Alya’s picture was on the wall. She still kept the huge calendar, and Adrien’s name took up the majority of it, with his photoshoots and work-related plans, but she can see the more relevant events. There was Kim and the swim team’s competition happening on Saturday, with Max having a science fair falling on the Sunday after. There was a submission date written there for Alya’s journalism contest — Alix felt somewhat vindicated at that. It was proof that Alya and Lila’s recent claims of Marinette being jealous because of Adrien were a load of horse shit.
(In fact, the lack of Adrien was a good indication that their Mirthful Majesty would finally come back to them.)
“I think she was in charge of Lila’s birthday party,” Alix scoffed, wrinkling her nose at the notes she was reading on the calendar. “Seems pretty stupid of her to shit on Marinette when she’s in charge of the birthday party plans.”
Nathaniel’s eyes glanced over to the large calendar. “I wonder if that’s going to get cancelled after what happened this morning.”
“It won’t be.”
They looked back over to the attic door, seeing Marinette walk up the stairs and into her room. She was smiling, kind and sugary sweet like their time at Notre Dame, and Alix wasn’t surprised when she heard another pair of footsteps following behind their leader. Alix had her guesses on who’d be brought in — they needed to spread information throughout the school, but Aurore was a member of… well, Félix’s faction, now. Alix wasn’t sure if Aurore intended on remaining with the Charmante Faction after Chloé’s reign of terror at Dupont, she still had her yellow umbrella, but now she often wore blue sundresses.
There was Mireille, but it didn’t make sense to pick a girl who knew nothing about their time back in Notre Dame. Kagami would be a good choice, but the same issue with Mireille remained — Kagami was vaguely aware of Notre Dame, but that’s because of the unlikely friendship between her and Chloé.
The new arrivals didn’t include Aurore.
This was an issue for the Méticuleuse Faction, after all.
“Marc?” Nathaniel questioned, causing Alix to finally snap her gaze over to the guests at Marinette’s side.
She didn’t know Marc Anciel all too well, but she’s seen him and Nathaniel together every once in a while in the art room, working on their comic together. He transferred to Dupont several months ago, but he attended Notre Dame and was on friendly terms with their faction leader — Alix could never remember everyone, yet somehow Marinette recognized every notable person in her faction with relative ease.
“Hey Nath,” Marc greeted with a shy smile, pink on his cheeks, before glancing over to Alix to give her a nod in acknowledgement. “Hi Alix.”
Now that she thought about it, Marc probably had a crush on Nathaniel in their Notre Dame days.
Still, she wasn’t sure if he would be a good choice to help… then again, Marinette knew exactly what to do to get things done, and if Marc was a part of the equation, then Alix would have to accept it regardless of her thoughts.
Alix greeted him with a nod in response, her eyes glancing over to Ondine who stood tall at Marinette’s side. She kindly smiled.
When it comes to Ondine, well, Alix isn’t sure if there’s much for her to really know. She’s Kim’s girlfriend, and he’s always talking about how amazing she is, and how he thinks he’s in love every time he ends up talking about her in great length, and in the competitions she’s had with him over the past few years, there were only a few instances where Ondine was able to show up without any schedule conflicts. Frankly, Kim would like any girl who could beat his ass, whether it be sharp words or a physical demonstration of literally picking him up, so Alix pretty much assumed that they’ve been in that awkward are-they-aren’t-they relationship until after Chloé humiliated him on Valentine's Day.
Eventually, her gaze returns to Marinette, the girl in question simply humming as her eyes surveyed everyone in the room. Her blue eyes calculating as she took note of the fact that it was only Alix and Nathaniel, asides for the two standing at her side.
She wonders if it’d be better if Nino and Rose had shown up as well.
Then again, Nino was too busy feeling ashamed next to Alya and Adrien while Rose was with Juleka and Lila’s hesitant supporters—
“It’s as I expected,” Marinette interrupts Alix’s train of thought, her tone of voice cheerful and polite, giving nothing away. “Well, take a seat somewhere. I’ll be back with the quiche Maman made for us to enjoy along with some drinks. We have a lot of work to do, but today I’ll go over my expectations, and the baseline of my plans,” she stated before leaving the room.
Alix takes a seat on the stepladder leading to the loft, making herself comfortable. Marc and Nathaniel sit down beside one another on the chaise, and Ondine ends up sitting on the trunk against the wall. And as they all get settled down, an awkward moment of silence washes over them.
Fortunately, Ondine is the one who pipes up.
“Does this mean Marc and I are now a part of Le Jardin?” the swimmer hesitantly asked, making eye contact with Alix.
Alix grimaces at the name, finding it to be disgustingly cheesy now. Then again, they were only primary school kids when they chose the name, and Rose was a part of their group.
Le Jardin de Lavande — The Lavender Garden.
While the three factions of Notre Dame’s Elite Primary School had their respective groups, there was still a hierarchy of social status despite the majority of the students consisting of rich and/or famous kids. Like the knights to royalty, the friends of the faction leaders were unofficially considered to be the “inner circle”, the “advisors” chosen by their faction leader. They were the vice leaders of the faction.
Félix had the Quantic Kids, a name that was chosen by the current class president of Mme Mendeleiev’s class and Félix’s former right-hand man, Claude Sainté-Pierre. Claude was a sociable fellow, far more than Félix ever was, with his talents lying in information gathering through a social network, and he was the one to declare their friend group as the “Quantic Kids” even if Félix disagreed to it. It was a well-known fact that Félix had loathed the name for the first two years, claiming that it was ill-fitting for the upper class like themselves. Regardless, Claude successfully managed to sway everyone into agreeing on their group name, and that was the end of it.
(It was a rather strange thing to witness back then, the way Claude acted more like the leader than Félix ever did. But she had to admit, it was a pretty interesting dynamic, and it did allow Félix to sit back and analyse everything while Claude was inciting chaos or something.)
Chloé, again, was much more of an enabler than Félix and Marinette combined when it came to their fame as faction leaders, as she actively encouraged people to refer to her… acquaintances as the Queen’s Subordinates. Kim was always her knight, the bodyguard, and Sabrina was always her assistant, her secretary, her informant.
And while Chloé was tyrannical and straightforward with who she was seen with (the famous rich kids, Kim and Sabrina aside) and Félix had a more in-depth group, having a variety of friends that held different skill sets that come in different social circles — musicians, dancers, actors, and people who preferred to work behind the scenes — Marinette’s group of friends were simply that: friends.
Everyone in their faction liked to refer to them as The Lavender Garden. Nobody knew who started the term, but Rose liked it and asked Marinette if they could officially use it.
Alix was known as her unofficial lookout, the speediest and most often overlooked, the vines with thorns. Rose was her sweet charmer, with a kind smile and sweet demeanour that would be used for distracting people directly, the pretty flower. Nino was more of a wallflower, the type of guy that simply observes and informs. Nathaniel was more of an artist rather than a flower, he crafted forgeries and feigned innocent ignorance when he was brought into question. And yet, they were referred to as The Lavender Garden, despite the fact that none of them were associated with lavenders in question.
Nobody knows how the name actually started, but there were a lot of speculations and rumours. Some say that pink lavenders were Marinette’s favourite flower because they were often gifted to her by her followers, and a few claimed that it was a sign of caution to Félix, the faction most known for wearing blue while lavender flowers were, often, a purple-blue.
There was some truth to all the speculations, and yet none were accurate.
Marinette adores pink lavenders, but she only adores lavenders because of the many things it could be used for — she adored the floral smell of lavender tea, she loved how calming it could be, and she was a fan of bath salts with lavender scents. Félix gifted her a bouquet of lavenders once upon a time, an array of pink, light purple, and purple-blue lavender flowers blending together.
It was actually why they all encouraged Marinette to go after Adrien, despite whatever thing Marinette had with Félix. A boy that was nice, a boy that cared about everyone; they thought of him as a better match for their Sweets Princess, that he was worthy of being her Prince Charming. They wanted her to move on from her crush on Félix, to look at other guys that they thought would be a better fit.
Alix figured it would be a step forward to moving on, since Félix was no longer in France, and Rose thought it would be romantic if Marinette had a charming romance in general.
What a mistake that turned out to be. Her crush on Adrien had developed to a typical fangirl level stalker cliché, and Alya was enthusiastically fanning the flames as if it were a special news report. Alix was never interested in all those Adrienette meetings, where each plan became overly uncomfortable and unnecessarily complicated, even if she wanted Marinette to be happy. Rose loved it all, the romance, the planning, looking at the world through rose-covered lenses, but Alix loathed it. It wasn’t Marinette, she was nothing like the girl from before, she was so obsessed with being this normal girl, with having this romantic story, that Alix made herself be their voice of reason whenever possible.
For a while, Alix thought that the girl she used to know was gone. She could see the creative planner still there, but replaced with uncoordinated steps.
Life was much easier when Marinette had her crush on Félix, where she remained oblivious and simply found him to be intriguing. She used to watch Félix from a distance, often confiding to Alix saying “something about him is captivating” or “I wonder why I find him to be so interesting”. There was no obsession, just mere interest and observation, and Marinette often smiled whenever Félix noticed her. Alix always wondered if she was too critical about Félix.
If Félix stayed, maybe Marinette would have remained the same. Maybe her arguments with Chloé wouldn’t have escalated.
Maybe Alix was jealous that he had Marinette’s attention even when he was gone.
But it was too late for what-ifs.
“Probably,” Nathaniel quietly admits, anxiously glancing at Alix before looking at Marc and Ondine.
“Yes and no,” Marinette had answered with a smile as she re-enters her room, causing all of them to snap up into attention. “We will no longer be going by that name.”
Alix raised a brow at that as Marinette placed the quiche down, followed by a small stack of plates with silverware on top.
“We don’t have too much time until classes resume,” Marinette stated. “So we’ll have to make the most of it.”
“Um… if not Le Jardin, then what will we be calling ourselves?” Marc squeaked, nervous.
If they were still in Notre Dame, Marinette wouldn’t want a name. But because she was essentially reviving her faction…
“The Magentas,” Alix said, looking Marinette directly in the eyes.
It made sense to Alix — everyone in her faction wore a shade from reds to pinks, but magenta had been the agreed upon colour. Everyone in Marinette’s inner circle wore something with a sewn symbol of a magenta lavender.
Things would be different now, though, because Nino and Rose both weren’t here at all.
“Magenta, with a symbol of Azaleas and Lavenders,” Marinette concluded, opening her sketchbook showing off the floral design. “Marc, you’ll be handling the website with Nathaniel. Aurore will be helping you two handle the basic setup and launch. Alix, I want you to ask Max to help them with the coding and details. Ondine, I need you to gather general intel from people outside of my class. While I do have direct contact with the other class presidents, I have a feeling that I will soon need to step down. Be sure to keep an eye on your phone. I’ll be texting you with more details later — in the meantime, try to keep it as discreet as possible for the time being.”
Multiple agreements were heard from all four of them.
Marinette smiled at that.
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Ml prompts (salt edition)
As I promised, this are just some of the plots for fics that I been thinking, a few for a while, others today or this week. Not all of them involve Lila, and even in those she’s not always the focus (Not all of them can be considered ‘salt’ exactly, while others can be labeled as ‘actions have consequences’).
In case anyone want to use them this are the rules (I can made them since this are my ideas):
First of all I want to be tagged for the original idea.
No OOC or bashing of any character (except Gabriel).
No Alya salt unless it’s minimum and only if she’s redeemed at the end. She already gets more than enough hate from the fandom.
Other than that, please refrain of using any of the tropes mentioned in this post:
Max has a crush on Lila, that’s why he keeps believing everything she says (I thought this long before the twitter comment; besides it says that Max’s asexual, not aromatic).
Kim wants to be supporting since she’s his best friend’ first love, even if he doesn’t believe all of her tales (he’s not ruining his chances to become an Olympic medalist following a training regimen that Lila insist ‘was created for my great uncle, a platinum medalist’).
Alix’s getting sick of Lila, if she wanted to hear some self-insert bad fanfic she would spend more time with her brother.
Juleka wants to believe Lila and follows her advices about 'how to be a good model’ until her family intervenes.
After getting several comments complaining of how the Ladyblog’s really unorganized, Alya finally decide to create a side blog (Miracutales) for all the fan-arts and fanfics links her followers keep sending her, and with Nora’s help she spends a whole afternoon fixing her blog. When Lila’s finally exposed the blogger freaks out until her sister comments “Wait, that interview? I send it to your fanfic blog ages ago”.
Lila going on and on to Mylene about a movie actor the other admires, how they’re 'like this’ and that 'I can introduce you to him, he thinks of me as his niece’. Meanwhile the rainbow haired girl’s just nodding with a forced smile while the Italian keep spewing bullshit about her favorite theater actress.
Nino barging into Marinette’s room dragging his little brother, saying that she needed to watch over him on his place since he has a date with Alya. Cue to Alya clearing her throat from the other side of the room, where they were working on a school project.
Lila stole Nathaniel’s sketchbook the day before an important meeting and hid it in Marinette’s locker. Ignoring almost the whole class insistence that she didn’t do it, that anyone could’ve put it in there since there’s no locks, he grabbed her own sketchbook from her bag and ripped it into pieces to everyone’s horror. Marc saw this and he’s akumatized; once it’s all over he still ends their partnership*
*Although cruel, I don’t believe that this is so out of character for Nathaniel. He already has proven to have serious anger issues in Reverser and Evilustrador (While I don’t hold him responsible for what he did under Gabriel’s control, comparing him to other akumas wanting to get revenge of Chloe it’s worrying how much pleasure he seemed to find while tormenting her).
Adrien keep blowing off plans to hang out with his friends to go away as Chat Noir, using the excuse that his father keep adding things to his schedule. One day after he canceled once again, saying that he has a last minute photo shoot, the boys are hanging out in the park where they cross with Vincent. He tells them that he’s the only photograph that Gabriel Agreste trust to work with his son, and that Mr. Agreste was away on a trip for the weekend so Adrien’s schedule was pretty much free until his father came back.
It’s election time again and the Mayor’s opposition has a new slogan: “If he can’t even control his daughter, how can we trust him to protect this city best interest?”
Someone as a joke proposed Xavier Ramier (Mr. Pidgeon) as Mayor. He won.
Felix GV returns and once again pretends to be his cousin. He’s dragged into a photo shoot with Lila; he may be a bastard who hates his uncle and he may be annoyed with Adrien but he still has standards.
With the end of the school year near Alya’s just relieved that since they’ll start Lycée they wouldn’t have to deal with Chloe and Bustier (with her fairytales for assignments) ever again. Until a conversation with Marinette.
“What do you mean we would have Bustier again next year? We’re done with Francoise Dupond! She was your teacher for five years in a row*?! That woman is an ELEMENTARY SCHOOL TEACHER??!”
*Until Chat Blanc Marinette’s been in Chloe class for five years now, at least four of them with Bustier according to picture’s day. Their class’ in middle school a.k.a three years so…well, that explains a lot about her teaching methods.
Marinette decides to let go of her crush on Adrien (not bashing), and with Alya supporting her choice (even if she doesn’t totally agree with giving up) Rose becomes the new captain of the Adrienette ship; trying to get them together against her friend wishes.
After discovering Hawk Moth’s identity Marinette decides she’ll never be like him and toss aside her dream of be a famous fashion designer. She either finds a new dream or simply opens just a small store away from the spotlight, with sporadic commission for people she’s close to.
At last, I like to call this section’s “Responsible Adults (Are trying their best)”
Marinette doesn’t know every celebrity under the sun, only Jagged, Nadja and maybe Clara. Gina Dupain, world traveler extraordinary, however has a rare gift when it comes to meeting new people by chance without knowing who they are*.
(“I sat beside this guy once in a plane, he was such a charming young man. Here, there’s a pic” “Nonna that was *insert celebrity here*!” “Who?”)
*This in the only kind of celebrity insert I would aprove.
Surprise inspection from the French educational department (whatever it’s called), some heads are going to roll.
Officer Raincomprix at first was happy that Sabrina stopped hanging out with Chloe and made a real friend; then he realized that this girl was even worse than the Mayor’s daughter.
The school nurse accidentally cause an international affair after calling the Italian Embassy asking why the Ambassador’s daughter didn’t have the proper vaccines for all the travels she keep claiming to have made.
After seeing Nathalie faint in the middle of a car drive, a worried Gorilla brings her to the ER. While checking her vitals (she’s still unconscious) a nurse accidentally knocks her brooch out of her coat, and while putting it back a strange creature materialize in front of them.
“Any of you has Ladybug in speed dial?”
One of the Agreste servants (let’s be honest, how else would that place stay clean) discovers Hawk Moth secret lair.
“I don’t get paid enough for this”.
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