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onenicebugperday · 2 years
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Oak hawkmoths mating, Marumba quercus, Sphingidae
Found primarily in the Mediterranean
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coffeechaos01 · 2 years
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The One and Only Blood Daughter
AO3
Halo! I’m Queen Kitten! Some may recognize me from AO3 so I’m posting here now for no reason other than reasons. I have a few fics I’ll be directly copy and pasting from AO3 in no particular order. Most will be Maribat. Specifically Bio!Dad Bruce. 
Anways...
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“Hey! I think she uploaded a new video!”
“Maybe we’ll get some information.”
Those were the words that immediately greeted Bruce as soon as he entered the Batcave with Coffee in hand. Tim was sitting in his chair with a steaming cup of his own while Jason leaned heavily onto the chair. Barbara, Steph, Kate, and Cass were having a girls night, something that Dick had thrown a fit about. Speaking of Dick, he and Damian were just now walking in and looking curiously at them.
Well, Dick was looking curiously at them. Damian just had his usual look of superiority, even if they could all sense his questioning gaze.
Dick went missing for a few moments while Tim seemed to be...changing the VPN address on the batcomputer?
Yeah, by the time they had searched up what exactly they were looking for, Dick had come back with a bowl of cereal.
“What are you guys looking at?” The words were muffled and said around a big spoonful of fruit loops that had by some miracle been stuffed into his mouth but somehow they were able to understand what he said.
That could probably be attributed to the fact that Dick talked with his mouth full of varying types of cereal often.
If Bruce didn’t know how science worked, he’d think Dick was a snake on Animal Planet that could unhinge its jaw so it could swallow all of its food.
Tim briefly glanced at Dick before turning back to the screen. “Remember how Duke said that he had some family friends that live in Paris?” Tim said, a gleam of mystery shimmering in his eyes.
Both Dick and Bruce quickly glanced at each other and nodded and from there, Jason started speaking.
“Yeah, well, we got news that the entire city is being held emotionally hostage by some butterfly dude.” Jason said, his lips curled back in anger.
Bruce could see from here that his son was shaking in pure rage.
Well, both Jason and Tim.
Dick and Damian still looked confused and Bruce knew he had a similar expression himself.
“Duke told us about a blog from some 8th grader that posts about everything Butterflyman does. Apparently he goes by the name ‘Hawkmoth’.” Tim said, leaning forward a bit as he looked through a red and black polka dotted website.
This time when Bruce quickly looked across the room, Dick and Damian were sharing a glance.
“Well, show us.” Dick said, his voice hard and his eyes unusually cold.
Bruce watched as Tim clicked the latest video.
Slowly, the five of them circled around Tim to get a better look as to what exactly was truly going on in Paris.
Bruce had never once been so thankful that he knew French.
“Hello Ladybloggers! Alya here!” A female voice said, interrupting Bruce’s thoughts. Bruce looked back up at the screen and noticed the poor quality and the shakiness and immediately knew it was being filmed on the girl’s phone.
The bright pink background with paintings, drawings, and other pictures and trinkets sparkled behind her and Bruce was momentarily dumbfounded at the sheer amount of absolute pink invading his mind.
“Today, we’re going to be reviewing today’s akuma,” the girl, Alya, his mind supplied, said.
Demon? They were reviewing demons there in Paris? Bruce thought they would be doing something, literally anything that involved the emotional terrorist but instead they were reviewing demons?
“Today’s akuma was Poison Oak. I won’t be using his name for privacy reasons, but I will say that he is a botanist whose job was being threatened. He turned into Poison Oak and, well, let’s just say that if I remembered my time as a bush, I would tell you that it was just plain boring. Thankfully,” the girl grinned wide, “Ladybug and Cat Noir were able to save us and reverse all the damage!”
A quick look around the Batcave was all Bruce needed to know that he wasn’t the only one completely confused.
“Today, I have a special guest joining us today...my forever bestie, and our everyday Ladybug, Marinette Dupain-Cheng!”
The camera view changed from the ombre girl to a small but very athletic ravenette.
Seriously, the girl was probably fourteen but tall enough to be eleven or twelve. The pure amount of muscle was almost as shocking as the pink.
Almost.
He was now forever traumatized by the color. It was just as bad as Steph’s purple phase.
But as the camera finally stood still, Bruce felt all air leave his lungs.
Bruce had felt the exact same way when he first laid eyes on Damian. It was like looking in a mirror and seeing his younger self, and Bruce didn’t know what to do about that, and he wasn’t the only one who noticed.
Jason had stiffened and Tim’s eyes were blown wide. Dick had stopped in the middle of shoving another spoonful of cereal into his mouth and Damian’s eyes were narrowed.
The girl’s nervous laugh paired with the way her cheeks brightened almost made Bruce think that he was just seeing things.
Almost being the key word.
Bruce still remembered a time whenever he’d tried to keep something from Alfred when he was a lot younger, and the way the girl was behaving was reminding him of that.
None of his children had ever seen him in such a state so they all went back to listening quietly to what was being said, even if they still stared curiously at the tiny girl.
The only thing that worried him was the way Damian’s eyes kept narrowing every time she mentioned Hawkmoth or the akumas. Thankfully, at this point Bruce had realized just what exactly an akuma was.
By the time the interview was over, Bruce had more questions than he did answers and he didn’t like it.
Dick, Tim, and Jason  shared a few secret words before searching something else up on the Batcomputer while Damian seemed to be eyeing a nearby punching bag.
By the time Bruce had hidden the punching bag away from Damian, his other sons were whispering excitedly and Bruce knew at that moment that he was going to regret ever asking them anything.
Did that stop him?
No.
Should it have?
Most definitely.
Upon questioning though, Bruce really did wish he had asked sooner.
“So, I got a hold of her file,” Tim said before sipping calmly at his coffee, “She’s got a clean record, excluding a brief expulsion that was later revoked. She apparently pushed someone down a flight of stairs and then stole answers for a test as well as something from a classmate, but the student then claimed to have a lying disease.” The comment made quite a few growls and grumbles that Bruce couldn’t quite understand come from Jason and Dick. Tim was about to continue with whatever else he had found out but was interrupted.
“Get on with it, Drake.” Damian ground out through his teeth.
Bruce had never seen his son so antsy and he was sure that it was attributed to the small girl.
Tim glared at Damian for a few seconds before he scanned over the file again. “Apparently she was adopted by her aunt and uncle after her mother died.”
Well, that was surprising.
“Her biological mother is Bridgette Cheng and her Aunt is her sister, Sabine Cheng.”
Bruce stiffened and everyone in the room noticed it.
Jason glared at him and Bruce flinched back.
“Got somethin’ you wanna tell us, Bruce?” Jason said, his blue eyes piercing as he gazed coldly at him.
Bruce felt his throat constrict at that.
“I was...romantically involved with Bridgette Cheng years ago.” Bruce tried to play off the way his voice cracked at the memories of the two of them raced through his mind before their time together was abruptly cut short.
“Well, you do realize that she died in childbirth around nine months after the two of you called an end to your relationship, don’t you?” Tim said, barely giving him a second glance as he continued to scan through the file.
Bruce stiffened, as did everyone else when they heard that.
“According to her file, she’s only a few months younger than Damian and-”
Tim was suddenly caught off by Dick who looked too excited for his own good.
“So, does that mean there’s a chance we get a new baby sis!” Dick said with a cheeky grin.
“Well, not until we have a clear confirmation. But I was able to get a sample of her DNA that she had submitted to Audrey Bourgois for some contest she had to do. I just need to line it up with Bruce’s and then we’ll have a definite answer.”
Everyone waited for the results with bated breath.
Bruce had never once been so glad that Lucuis had made a new, and extremely expensive, blood test machine after they had found Damian. Seriously, it was insanely fast and had it not been for the price to manufacture it, he would have built more.
The twenty minutes went by a lot longer than Bruce would have liked to admit but eventually, the results came in. Dick quickly sped by and looked at it himself before gasping loudly as another broad grin overtook his features.
Bruce knew better than to even ask what the results were after that response.
“Again, our little sister,” Jason said with a strong emphasis as he stared at Damian, “is being attacked by an emotional terrorist and we’re all just standing here?”
Suddenly, Damian turned sharply on his heel and stalked off towards his Robin uniform.
“Wait! Where are you-”
“I am the blood son!” Damian snarled, interrupting Jason.
“Well, yeah, that’s what we’re worried about.” Tim mumbled, quiet enough that Bruce was barely able to hear him.
Damian had by some miracle heard him too and glared coldly at him.
“Yes, and that makes her the blood daughter. She is my sister and I will not tolerate her being held hostage in any situation.“ Damian said as he continued to glare at his siblings.
Bruce...was not expecting that particular response.
At least he wasn’t trying to duel them for the inheritance.
It could be worse.
So Bruce allowed for one moment for Damian to continue to his uniform, especially seeing as how they still had yet to actually go on patrol.
“By the time I get to Paris, I expect full permission to be able to train her. It would be no good if she were unable to fight.” Damian said, momentarily disappearing from view as it took a few long, agonizing seconds for Bruce to fully comprehend what his youngest son had said.
When it did, Bruce knew he was in for a long, painful talk with his son.
And Bruce wasn’t sure if it would be stab wounds from his son’s katana or telling his son that they couldn’t barge into Paris in search of Damian’s long-lost sister quite just yet no matter how much it pained him.
He just knew that it was going to be painful…
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Marinette’s day was fairly boring, she was just doing the usual.
Try as subtly as possible to expose Lila, ignore Chloe’s teasing remarks unless she was being mean to another student, trying not to foam at the mouth when she talked to Adrien, and explaining to Alya that no matter what she does, she can’t speak normally around the blonde model.
Or the ombre girl should record others without their permission.
Yes, telling Alya her identity had its pros, but it also had its cons.
So, Marinette idly went about her day, save for the few ‘hellos’ that she got here and there when someone recognized her from her review that she did with Alya on Poison Oak.
Getting home though was easier said than done when she’d been practically kidnapped and stuffed into an alleyway.
Was it even more concerning that her school was right across the street and there weren't any alleys in the short distance between her home and school?
Yes, but that's only because she walked right past her home and didn't even notice it.
Upon looking at her kidnapper, she couldn’t help but notice that he was either a year or two younger than her or just short for his age just like she was.
And that’s when she noticed his physical appearance.
Yes, the boy was pretty, but that’s not what just about gave her a heart attack.
It was how similar the two of them looked, so similar in fact, that if it wasn’t for his tan skin and emerald eyes they could easily pass as identical twins, height and all.
She could tell that he realized it too, if by the way his grip around her shoulders was...significantly lacking.
You would be surprised how well someone could get at reading body language in a city where you were being attacked by an emotional terrorist.
She was suddenly shook from her thoughts when the boy looked at her with a slight, barely noticeable smirk.
“Hello, ukhti.”
And…
Marinette was never so glad she had learned Arabic when she first met Nino.
Yup...those were her thoughts.
It was easier than thinking about something that might give her a panic attack or meltdown and then get possessed by an evil butterfly.
The chaos shard on him was surprising though…
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Months later, Marinette found herself in a beautiful dress the night after she made her first appearance as Cardinal, Gotham’s newest vigilante.
Yeah, finding out that the kid was her barely older than, could be her twin, brother had been less surprising than she thought.
Upon questioning the chaos shard, had led to both of their identities being revealed and her new family questioning nature vs. nurture.
Adding the slightly younger Superboy also known as Jonathan Kent into her friend group had been fun though.
Finding out that her new family was extremely protective had put a damper on her days, so she just changed the costume for the Ladybug miraculous a bit and hid the quite honestly disturbing amount of spots that she for some reason wore in her early days of Ladybug.
At least Lila was out of France and back in Italy.
Bless the next soul who was smart enough to see through her lies, if she ever lied again that is.
Slamming a whole portfolio of lawsuits on her desk with her family, especially Tim, smirking behind her had also been fun...until she was questioned on how she knew all the Wayne’s which was immediately addressed all the way back in Gotham a few weeks later.
Stopping Jason from punching Adrien, who just so happened to be Cat Noir and her date, was way easier said than done when Dick and Tim refused to let down on trying to distract her from said date.
Damian and Jon were absolutely no help and she could see Clark, Oliver, and Lois silently laughing in a corner. Her father just looked absolutely exasperated with everything and Marinette was just trying to get to her date while she ran away from all of the ladies trying to pinch her cheeks.
From the stories that her brother’s told her, this was normal.
Having the door being bust down by one very ticked off Lex Luthor must have been normal too if by the way saw every Justice Leaguer in the room groaned before trying, and failing, at being subtle as they got away to change.
Seeing the bald supervillain smile brightly at her before asking her to design for him after he found out that she made her own dress was...apparently not as normal.
She was going to do it anyway.
What?
She could get some valuable information out of him if she lowered his guard by becoming his designer.
Of course, before she could accept, Uncle Jagged just had to blow her cover as MDC.
Great.
She could already see the entirety of the Justice League begging for new designs, specifically her brothers.
Marinette couldn’t help the rise and fall of her shoulder as she shrugged when asked about who she’d design for.
“Both of you guys, I guess. I don’t discriminate,” Marinette said with a bright smile, “I’d design for Hawkmoth if he let me b ut that’s only because his designs now need to burn.”
Yeah, the confused look that Lex shot her told her that she’s either really bad at whispering or she said it out loud.
But, both of the men shook on it before Lex Luthor turned on his heel and left.
It was at that moment, that Wonder Woman, Green Arrow, Superman, and the entirety of the Batclan, also known as her family, walked in only to stare dumbfounded along with literally everyone else in the room as she and Uncle Jagged bantered.
Penny quickly turned to the heroes like it was a normal thing and explained what had happened.
The shocked faces of literally all of them was worth the very long conversation she knew would come.
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I hope you enjoyed!
Best Wishes, Queen Kitten <3
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sethdomain · 6 months
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What kind of antagonistic things has chat Noir done post hawkmoth? I guess killing the only father figure (messed up father figure) really had an Impact on him. But wow i didnt think it would mess him up that bad
Desperate, delusional, and very stupid thing.
it doesn't help when his amber is also constantly being fed with ashy coal and oak logs to make the flame burn brighter and brighter.
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awholelotofladybug · 2 years
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(Stammering Adrien AU) Rose got akumatized into Astarte.
Taking place before she became the Pig Guardian, one time while facing down bullies in an attempt to defend herself, Rose gets her butt kicked. Hawkmoth is quick to take advantage of her humiliation.
Hawkmoth: Astarte.
Rose: Hm?
Hawkmoth: I am Hawkmoth. You have been mocked and harrassed for your small stature, but from this acorn, a mighty oak shall grow. I will make you a queen of warfare, the power to command great armies. In return, you will bring me Ladybug and Chat Noir alive.
Rose: *sniffle* I'll do it. *becomes a taller version of herself with a golden headdress and a flowing green toga* The War has begun.
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dfcfanfics · 2 years
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There's A Very New Girl In Town Miraculous Prompt of the Day
And You Are...?
Paris has come to know her as Slipstream. And anyone who sees her wants to know much, much more.
She appears a couple of years older than Ladybug or Chat Noir; perhaps seventeen, perhaps eighteen. Her golden hair contrasts against her sleek, blue-and-silver costume -- a costume which she appears poured into, despite its modest neckline. She turned up seemingly out of nowhere, on the scene of one of Hawkmoth's Akuma villains and having it on the ropes before Ladybug was close to arriving.
Her pinpoint control of wind ("All natural, no Miraculous," she says) and her gossamer, iridescent wings attached to her wrists and ankles ("Made from sweet dreams!" she giggled to Nadja Chamack. "I knitted them together in my sleep!") make her a creature of the air, in all of its forms from simple to extreme. She can hover atop a thought, soar through the air at breathtaking speed, deflect incoming objects or whip a drinking straw through a solid oak door. It might be easier to list what she can't do.
Her bubbly personality and positive motives made her a darling of the Parisian media overnight. She's infectiously cheery, confident in her abilities, extroverted and flirty, yet also a good team player... and it appears that she has a team in mind. In their four encounters to date, she's been an enthusiastic partner for Ladybug and Chat Noir. And if her manner around him is any indication, she's inviting Chat to ask about a different kind of partnership.
Chat's a bit starry-eyed. His Lady is right there, after all... and yet, even now while they're repairing some of the cracks in their partnership, she's still reluctant to even think about romance. Slipstream is right there, diligent and vibrant and beautiful, a great crimefighting partner, and vocally open to a "masks on" kind of dalliance with him. It's a veeeeery tempting situation... and he's starting to wonder how long he can resist.
Ladybug's not so sure about her. She is a definite asset to the team, especially in present circumstances when she needs all the allies she can get. She's a power source that Hawkmoth can't steal away, her motives seem pure, and she's willing to help; all good things.
So when she sees Slipstream acting kittenish with her partner, and Chat's flirting back... why does something just feel dangerous to her?
If only she knew...
The streak of blue light moved too quickly for most eyes to follow. It manifested itself outside the bedroom window of one Felix Graham de Vanily, allowing the wind around her to settle before opening it and climbing inside.
"Welcome back," Felix greeted her. "Things are still going well?"
"It sure seems so," Slipstream grinned. "The villains can't touch me, let alone hurt me. Chat Noir can't take his eyes off of me. Ladybug's staring daggers my way, but she needs my help, and she's agreeing to include me in their patrols and practice sessions.""
"Good. Keep that up," instructed Felix. "Divide and conquer. And your secret identity is turning out well?"
"Well..."
A shimmer washed over her, and the blonde bombshell turned into a dark-haired girl around the same size and age, wearing everyday clothing.
"The room I'm renting worked out just as you'd planned. No one seems to notice one more student coming or going," she noted. "And it's easy enough to play 'Simone.' Though I do feel a little bit funny about it... like I'm missing things. I'm still learning what it means to live on my own and pretend like I"m like everyone else. Putting out trash and garbage even though I don't... you know..."
"You certainly can eat and drink if you want to. You're built to be compatible with that," Felix encouraged her. "The sun and rain are your true power sources; spending time in either will recharge your batteries, so to speak. But you can do all the things that other humans do."
"But I'm not human. Not really."
Felix leaned in close, eye-to-eye with her. "You're not just human. You're more than human," he insisted. "We've been over this. If the press or the heroes ask, just say 'Part of me is human, part of me is something else' and leave it at that... but never, ever doubt that you're real."
"Th-thank you, Daddy."
At that, Felix snorted. "I have told you so many times, I made you but I am NOT your father! I am more like your brother," he snapped. "And I want you to think of me that..."
Her fit of giggles told him that she'd wound him up on purpose, and he grimaced at her ease at reading him.
"All right, all right. If you need more money for everyday expenses, come here and get it. Your speed ensures that neither Ladybug nor Chat Noir can follow you here," he smiled. "And being a student is not just your cover; it is how I want you to spend your free time. Learn everything you can about everything that appeals to you. Simone, you are not just a tool for a task."
He leaned in again, looking serious. "You will be my gift to the world," he intoned. "My wonderful heroine, my timeless protector of Paris, eternally young and beautiful and brave. Nothing will stop you; nothing is beyond your reach. I could only make one Sentibeing with the Peacock... and I chose to make you, Simone. There's a reason for that."
"I understand... B-Brother," she managed.
"And to make sure that happens, that you grow to the heights of your potential and beyond, your mission is..."
Her bright smile faded. "To play along until I can get Chat Noir alone and undefended, then snatch his ring and fly it to you as fast as I can. Then to do the same to Ladybug."
"You don't like that."
"I don't. They're both... they're such good people. I want to live up to their standards, not to hurt them."
"We can give them back their Miraculous when we're done with our plan. They'll still be heroes. But once our Wish comes true... all Sentibeings will be real. Forever."
"Now... go make me proud," he ordered her. She responded with a grin and a wave, then streaked off back towards Paris.
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You are all that I said and more, Felix thought. You are designed to be a perfect wedge between Ladybug and Chat Noir, an angle that my uncle never thought of. His loss, I suppose.
And you will teach the world what we Sentibeings are capable of. That we belong. That we are the FUTURE.
But first, you are a valuable test of my primary opponent, he mused. I have seen what she does with inhuman-looking Sentis, and I am absolutely appalled.
On the day that she learns where you truly came from... will she hesitate to kill again?
Or will my fears be confirmed?
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cassava-49 · 3 years
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I Will Be There
Felix was staring at the starry night sky of Sussex and sighed. How he wished he could gaze at this scenery with her. He could recall her innocent excited gaze at the stars. He could recall all, her telling him how little she saw of them in the city. He remembered the time he taught her how to speak English since she only understood few. He then gazed upon the moon knowing that she will be looking at it as well.
Marinette gazed above the night sky of Paris hoping to catch a star. She sighed knowing that she wouldn't be able to see any stars since the city's too bright. "There were more stars back then," she mumbled to herself. "What do you mean Marinette?" Tikki asked her holder. "Nothing Tikki. Just reminiscing, and hoping," she whispered the latter.
She then turned her gaze towards the couples in the park happily chatting with each other, holding each others' hand and staring into each other eyes. She would call herself a sucker for love since she always has been. She then turned her gaze towards the moon hoping that he would be looking towards it as well, thinking of her. "How selfish of me," she said as she hung her head and looked towards her feet. She then heard a tussle from her plants. She raised an eyebrow and made her way towards it, then she found a black cat with grey eyes trying to move around. "It's a blind cat," Tikki said as she hovered the face of the cat. "It seems like it. Hello there kitty," Marinette said as she held her hand over its nose for it to smell. The cat then instinctively brushed it's face on her hands and let out a soft purr.
"It seems like there's a new cat in town," Chat Noir says coming from behind her. "Good evening Chat Noir. What brings you here?" she asked. "Nothing really. I was waiting for Ladybug to show up for patrol. But she hasn't arrived yet, she's probably late," he casually said. Marinette then mentally slapped herself forgetting about patrol. "So even Ladybug is tardy," she said making sure like she sounded like a civilian. "Yeah, who can blame her, we're just human, we're prone to bad habits as well," he says with a chuckle as he sat on the balcony railing. Marinette then made her way towards him with the black cat following behind. "What about you? Any bad habits that the citizens don't know about?" she asked in a teasing manner. "Well since you asked, I'm actually the jealous type," he replied casually as Marinette picked up the persistent kitty. She then heard a growl erupt from the black cladded hero. "Now I see the jealous side," she said in a teasing manner when she saw Chat glaring at the blind cat. "OK. I believe it's time for you to continue patrol," she said hoping to get him to leave so that she could join him. "OK, Purrincess I'll get going now. Bye," he said as he took out his baton to continue patrol. Once he was in a far enough distance Ladybug sprung out of her room.
Back in Sussex Felix's gaze never left the moon hoping that she's doing the same. "Felix," came a quite voice. "I'm coming," he replied as he got up from his chair and went over to the person at the door. He opened the door to find Bridgette, a little girl at age five, in her nightgown clutching her ladybug pillow. "I can't sleep," she says with a yawn. "Alright come on let's tuck you into bed," he said as he took her hand and guided to her back to her room, knowing that she only wants a story. He watched her climb onto her bed. Unlike the other orphanages, this one has enough money to allow children their own room and private education. Once she was tucked in, he sat at the end of her bed. "So, what story would you want?" he asked. He watched her eyes light up and replied, "The treetops." He chuckled and began, "It was a pleasant afternoon when a little boy from this orphanage decided to wander through town."
...
It was a pleasant afternoon when a little boy from this orphanage decided to wander through town. He used the old trick of the blankets as a ladder. He made his way towards the gate and ran towards his favourite Oak tree. Once there he climbed the branches and reached the topmost part of the tree and smiled at his accomplishment. After what seemed like 10 minutes the young boy climbed down but as he descended he missed a step and fell on a little girl. He looked to his right to find two glaring bluebell eyes directed to him. She began wailing in French, "Why did you fall on me? I was just drawing and you stepped on me." "Je suis desole," he replied. "T-tu parles français?" she asked (Do you speak French?). "Oui, je parle anglais et français," he replied (Yes, I speak English and French).
They then continued their conversation in French as she asked, "Why did you fall on me anyway?" He then sat down next to her and replied, "I fell down, simple as that. Your not from here aren't you?" The girl nodded and answered, "I'm from Paris, France. How do you know how to speak French?" He shrugged and told her, "Mother Superior taught me. She's a nun." The little girl raised an eyebrow, catching her reaction he replied, "I'm an orphan. I live in the orphanage over there." He then pointed towards a large house that could be seen from their place. "I'm sorry," the girl said. "Don't be, my parents weren't," he calmly said. The little girl was taken aback by his reply and said, "I'm Marinette Dupain-Cheng and I would love to be your friend." He smiled and responded, "I'm Felix Culpa. It's a pleasure to meet you Milady."
...
"Felix?" Bridgette asked as she slowly began to fall asleep. He hummed in response. "Once we go to Paris tomorrow, are we going to see her. Marinette?" she asked in a hopeful tone. He kissed her forehead and answered, "Of course luv, of course."
...
The François Dupont College was busily preparing their school for the arrival of orphans from different cities in France and some from the UK for a charity program and a meet up with Ladybug and Chat Noir. In Ms. Bustier's class the energy of the students were radiating as the class president, Marinette, began giving instructions for the final touches on the stage. "Just a little bit more to the left Nathanael," she said as the red head hung the banner. "Marinette where are the microphones?" Aurore asked. "They're in the storage room, I think," she replied. She then looked at the time on her phone and went over to Alya. "Where are they?" she asked referring to her parents. "They're coming now, see," Alya replied. There they saw the boys carrying dozens of boxes and her father was push a cart with the cake, with the help of Ivan. "A little help would be appreciated," Nino claimed as he reached the top of the stairs. "I've got it," Alya replied as she called the others for help. Some took the boxes out off their hands and followed Sabine to put it on the tables. While the others helped Tom and Ivan carry to cake upstairs.
After an hour they finished just in time to see some of the orphans arriving. "Well that's my cue," Marinette whispered as she gave her excuse to Alya saying that she's having a stomach problem. She went to a secluded area to transform to greet the new arrivals. "Mr. Damocles," she says as she walked into the school. All eyes turned to her while the orphans ran excitedly to meet her.
"Ladybug," Principal Damocles greeted. "I thought you were arriving a little later." She giggled and replied as she picked up one of the ogling orphans, "Well as I was swinging by I saw them and thought that it wasn't so bad to come a little early." They then they heard an additional voice, "I have to agree with you Bugaboo. I can't miss this for the world," Chat Noir joined. "Hey there kitty," she greeted as the two then began interacting with the children. The children were lively as ever and excitedly asked them questions. "Have you two kissed yet?" a little girl asked excitedly. "We haven't," she replied. "Well, not properly is what you mean don't you Milady," he added to which she rolled her eyes at. This earned a few excited squeals from the children as more of them began to gather. They then heard an excited voice, but what the girl said made Ladybug turn her heard. "Felix, Felix, I see Ladybug, hurry up," a little girl with dark blue hair tied in twin tails came bounding with a well groomed blond hot on her heels. Marinette felt like crying because of what she saw, but as Ladybug she put on her best smiled and made her way to the bubbling girl.
"Hi there, what's your name?" she asked. The girl then answered in English, "I'm Bridgette." She smiled and crouched down to her level and says in English, "It's nice to meet you Bridgette. Would you like to join me with the others and Chat Noir?" She nodded excitedly and began running towards Chat who equally greeted the girl with the same enthusiasm. "I apologize for that Ms. Ladybug. She had always been excited to meet you," Felix apologized. She smiled and answered, "It's no trouble at all and I'm already used to it. So you speak French?" He nodded and went to sit on one of the chairs and pulled out a book. She smiled recalling the times when she would draw and he would read. As she was about to return to the group, Hawkmoth decided to release an akuma. "That's our cue Chat. It's time to go to work," she called as she took out her yo-yo. "Right behind you LB," he replied as he set the children down and spun his baton and they went to work.
The students quickly closed the doors just in case any of the children escaped. They began the program knowing that the attack wouldn't affect them since it was at the other side of town. Felix then looked up to find the Dupain-Chengs looking at him with huge smiles and surprised expressions. He sighed and got up knowing that if he didn't approach them now they would. "Good morning Mr. and Mrs. Dupain-Cheng," he greeted. "Felix, is it really you sweetie?" Sabine asked as she went closer to him. "Yes, ma'am, it's me," he replied. Without a second to waste he was enveloped in the bear hug of theirs. "Well my boy, it seems like you've grown well," Tom said as he released him. He smiled and shyly asked, "D-do you know where Marinette is?" The two adults smiled and called for Rose. "Rose do you know where Marinette is?" She simply replied, "Alya says that she has stomach cramps." They then thanked her and told him to just wait.
Once the battle was over both heroes went back to school, entering in different places and skipped back in. "Wow Marinette, the children were so cute," Tikki says as she ate. "They really are, aren't they?" she replied. "So was that boy Felix," she teased. Marinette then playfully rolled her eyes at her. Once done, they went out with one goal in mind. She entered the celebration to find Kitty Section playing. She waved at them and found her target. She began to run to him and tackled him to the ground while laughing, without earning any unnecessary attention. She then earned a growl from him as he said, "Bloody hell Marinette. Is this your idea of a greeting?" She giggled as tears began streaming down her face. He stopped his protests and sat upright and held her in his arms as she began crying into his shoulder. "I missed you," she managed to say. He kissed the top of her head and began cradling her. "Sh, sh, I missed you too. So, so much," he replied.
What made then separate was a sound of a camera. They turned their heads to find Alya snapping a photo of the them. "Getting comfy with one of the guests aren't we Mari," she joked. "Alya!" she squealed, not really getting out of his arms. Felix chuckled and stood up while helping Marinette and introduced himself, "Felix Culpa, it's a pleasure to meet you Miss." Alya smiled and shook his hand saying, "Alya, Alya Césaire." Marinette smiled, loving the fact that her best friend and childhood friend were getting along. "Hey Mari," Nino greeted as he joined the group with Adrien. "Felix, this is Nino," she introduced the two add they shook hands. "I'm Adrien" Adrien introduced himself as he gripped Felix's hand tightly. "Pleasure," he replied, returning the grip.
"So Mari," Adrien began. "How did you meet him?" he asked, trying to hide his jealousy. "W-well, we, er, I, I mean he," Marinette fumbled but stopped when she felt a hand hold hers. She looked up to meet Felix's eyes and began to calm down, collecting herself. "What she meant to say," Felix answered for her as he looked directly into Adrien's eyes. "We met each other when we were seven at Sussex. I accidentally fell on her," he said as he earned a giggle from the girl beside him. "Maman, Papa, can I take Felix around Paris today?" she asked her parents. "Of course. Just make sure she comes back without any trouble," Tom teased, recalling the times when they would come back dripping wet or are covered in mud or when the police had to bring them back after getting trapped inside an old barn. "Yes, sir. It's not going to happen again," Felix replied. "Sorry, Alya. But can you take care of everything for today. I would really want to spend time with him," she apologized feeling guilty. "No worries girl. Although after this I'm gonna demand an explanation later," she said with a wink. "Thanks Alya, you're the best," she called as she began dragging Felix out. Unbeknownst to her the two blonds were having a stare down while they were talking. "So what was all that about?" Nino asked Adrien. "What do you mean?" he asked trying to seem clueless. "Oh come on. We're not blind, you're jealous aren't you?" Alya said. "I-I don't know what you're talking about," he defended as a light blush coated his cheeks.
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Felix and Marinette were walking around town as the two were happily chatting with each other. "That boy earlier, Adrien," Felix said. "What about him?" Marinette asked trying to fight the blush that crept on her cheeks. "You like him don't you," he says bluntly as he looked at her. "Me like him? No! Never! W-what made you think so?" she defended. "It was obvious," he simply said. "W-why not we go to the Louvre?" she offered as they stopped at the bus stop. He nodded and followed her in the bus. Unknown to the two, three sneaky shadows were following them as they entered the bus. The other two looked at their companion who seemed to be blushing hard at what they heard. He looked down to the ground and asked, "I-i-is it true?" The other two nodded not expecting it to go that way. They then waited at the stop for the next bus and got on it to continue following their friend. At the Louvre the two were merrily talking about art and their life. "By the way, there's this little girl, her name's Bridgette and she would really want to meet you," he said. She felt flattered at the thought that the little girl she had just met would have wanted to meet her as well. "But I thought she wanted to meet Ladybug?" she asked but regretted it knowing that she made a mistake. "You met her already?" he asked suspiciously. "No, it's just that everyone there just wanted to meet the superheroes," she reasoned. He hummed in response, not exactly buying her excuse. "Your friends," he whispered as he got closer to her as they were walking through the grand gallery. "They're following us," he said quietly enough for her to hear. She then looked at a group who were taking selfies and saw in their camera were definitely Alya, Nino and Adrien. She giggled and took his hand. This surprised him but saw the playful glint in her eyes. He smirked back at her as she gently clung to him.
Adrien gritted his teeth when he saw their entwined hands. "Wow, never knew Mari had a British boyfriend before," Nino said. "Did she mention him to you before?" he asked. Alya only shook her head no. She then turned her gaze to Adrien, "No need to get hyped sunshine. They're just close friends." She then have a light pat on his shoulder. Well, I never took him as the jealous type, Alya says to herself all too happy about the situation. Nino them went over to her girlfriend and whispered, "You know, I'm kind of glad that Felix came, or else he would still be an oblivious dork." Alya then nodded her head on agreement as the continued to stalk the two.
"Come on Felix. It's just ice-cream," Marinette said as she saw Andre's ice-cream cart. He sighed and replied, "For the last time I'm not going to eat any of ice-cream. You know how much I do not like cold food." But despite his protests she dragged him towards the cart. There they were greeted with an overjoyed Andre who seemed to notice their entwined hands. "Peach pink as his lips, mint green as his eyes. This boy seems to fit your love, however there is something lacking," he said. "Oh well, at least you have found him," he casually said as Marinette blushed. He then leaned towards Marinette and asked, "What does he mean?" She giggled and replied, "Actually André can find your lover and you and your lover's ice-cream flavour." He raised his eyebrow and sighed, "Is that why you dragged me here?" She nodded happily as André began thinking of their flavours. "Perfect! Strawberry and peach will blend perfectly for you two. It's a match of childhood sweethearts and it will absolutely do," he said as he began scooping some ice-cream. He then gave it to the couple, who delightfully took it and found a bench to sit on to eat. The two merrily are their ice-cream exchanging jokes every now and then. Felix then took Mari's spoon and took a scoop of ice cream and fed it to her. She smiled affectionately and returned the action. The two then began laughing at their ploy.
In the bushes an enraged Adrien watched them share Andre's lovers' ice-cream together and began feeding each other. It made something inside him boil. It was like the feeling he felt when Ladybug was with Théo after they de-akumatized him. He then sprang to his feet and ignored his friends insistent cries and sat next to Mari as she and Felix finished the ice-cream. Once she turned she felt her face burn to find Adrien sitting next to her. "A-a-ad-adrien!" she squealed. "W-what do you doing here? I mean, what you here doing. I-I mean-," she stammered. Felix glared at the other blond and held her by her waist pulling her closer to him. "What are you doing here?" he asked. Adrien then glared back at him and replied, "I was just passing by and I thought that it wouldn't be bad if I were to stop by and say hi to Mari."
"Passed by or followed?" he taunted. This made the green eyed boy to glare more and asked, "Does it matter?" Felix then tilted his head in a menacing manner and answered, "Of course. I just couldn't help but feel that you're her to ruin our date." He then added a taunting smirk at the end and watched it fuel the boy. "Well I guess it gives me a right to put a stop to it," Adrien raised his voice as he slid his arm around Marinette's waist causing her to blush more.
"I'M!" gripped her side.
"HER!" he pulled her close.
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"BEST FRIEND!"
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At the back they could hear Nino and Alya facepalm hard. Felix then blinked at him for a few minutes then burst into a fit of laughter at what he said, leaving an overly confused Adrien. Marinette slumped at what he said. She then removed herself from his grasp, surprising the four, making Felix stop laughing. She stood up and dragged him off with her. She then left a dumbfounded Adrien, contemplating at what he said wrong. He watched the two walk away as, the blond put his arm over her shoulder, putting up a defensive aura.
Once out of sight, she fell to the ground crying. Felix followed suit, wrapping his arms around her shaking body. He didn't say anything, but picked her up she propped them in a nearby bench. He allowed her to cry in his shoulder and use him to middle any sound. He cradled her shaking body and rocked them, like he had done in their youth. After a while she finally spoke through her tears, "I-I-I love h-hi-h-him." He then held her closer saying, "I know, I know." The two continued to stay like that for about a good fifteen minutes. Marinette's sobs subsided, but remained mobile in his arms relishing his arm hugs. "Do you want to go home?" he finally asked. She looked up to him with sad eyes and replied, "Not yet." They stayed there for two minutes until she says, while remaining in his embrace, "We have to go, the others would be missing you." He smiled and helped then up, as they took the bus back to François Dupont College.
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Downfall of a Liar
This is a Lukanette fic. Some fluff, some angst, a lot of salt and Luka being a King of Revenge. You all get to see the more conniving part of our snake boi. Hope you enjoy! Haven’t figured out how to use links yet but my Ao3 username is the same. Basically,  Lila Rossi has gone too far and Luka Couffaine is going to do something about it. He is, after all, a Couffaine… a little chaos never frightened him.
Marinette came to him on a Friday afternoon with sad eyes and tear-stained cheeks. Her knees were bleeding and her wrists were bruised, hair messy and lip busted. Her dress was ruined with an ugly paint smear and her stockings underneath were ripped.
“I fell down the stairs,” She told him, looking away. “I didn’t mean to. I must’ve fallen into some paint.”
Luka didn’t believe this.
The wobble in her voice and the unsteady way she had stumbled right into his chest when she saw him was not the actions of a girl used to her own clumsy feet. Marinette was a strong girl and he knew how much of a burden was placed onto her shoulders. She did not crack easily and she did not do it over being a klutz or smudged paint. She did not cry over repairable things, over broken nails or washable clothes. She did not come to him looking upset and watery-eyed without feeling one step from breaking.
These were things he knew.
So, after calming her down and getting her to take a shower, offering her clean clothes and a warm bed, and letting the girl he fell in love with fall asleep on his chest to the sound of his heartbeat, he did some digging.
He went to his sister first and found out the real story.
Marinette was in the art workshop, Mrs. Bustier having set up a lesson in there during the last hour of the day, with the other members of the band as she helped Nathan and Marc on their story.
She was honestly just being nice— as Jules explained— then the bitch, his sister’s respective name for Lila, sauntered into the room and started to wail about how Mari was only helping the two co-creators because she wanted the credit for their work.
The girl he fell in love with defended herself, and her friends did the same but with most of the Akuma class— excluding the band members and Nathaniel— having fallen for her tails of woe and amazing, yet false, life experiences, they sided with the liar instead of Mari.
Then, throughout the rest of the class, the bitch found ways to terrorize Marinette (going as far and tripping her and cutting her dress with scissors, dropping her paint onto her, pushing her into things, or slamming different objects onto her wrists) and then blame her for getting in the way.
Juleka and Rose had helped Marinette calm down a little as the girl broke into tears as soon as they were away from the rest of the Akuma class but she just kept panicking— and ran away. They didn’t know where she ended up until he texted them and asked.
Then Luka asked for Alya Cesiare’s phone number and made an unsettling discovery.
Marinette and the blogger were no longer best friends.
And, horrifyingly, she had been accused of being a bully, a liar, and a manipulator. Lila painted his melody in the way that everyone should view her instead.
Finally he created a group chat with a few allies he could trust.
He contacted Adrien Agreste (because even if the boy had been painfully oblivious that Marinette had once been in love with him, he would do anything for his lady), Kagami Tsurigi and her girlfriend and spoiled brat, Chloe Bourgeois, the boyfriends Marc and Nate, and then the rest of his band.
He named it ‘The Marinette Protection Squad’ and, just like that, the war was on its way.
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Lila Rossi was waiting in the back of the school by herself when Luka arrived. He found her hidden between one of the walls and a thick oak tree and he didn’t bother to hide himself as he crossed the grounds over to her.
She saw him, surprise lighting her features for a second before it shifted into a— what he would guess, if it wasn't on someone so repulsive— a seductive smile.
“Luka!” She squealed, sauntering up to him and stopping a few feet away. “How are you, sweetheart? It’s been forever since we saw each other, since your last year in Lycee, right?”
“I don’t care,” Luka took a step back, face emotionless as he looked down at her. His eyes gave away nothing as he shoved his hands into his pockets. “You’ve made a lot of people angry, Lila.”
“A-Angry?” She stammered, feigning innocence by putting her hands over her heart with too wide of eyes to be real. ��Why would they be angry with me?”
“Because you’re a liar and you hurt the people they care about— you hurt the person I care about.”
“Oh,” Lila straightened her back. “You must be talking about my bully.”
“Your bully?” Luka scoffed, less than amused. “Sure, I’ll play along for a minute. Who is your bully.”
“She’s... s-she is Marinette,” The liar sniffles. “And she says such horrible things about me and they’re not true! She pushes me and, and she rips up my homework and she insults me. Whatever you heard isn’t true, I swear!”
“Are you done?” He sighed out, shrugging his shoulders to make them relax more. “You’re a lying bitch, I get it. I’m not here to let you try to sink your claws under my skin, not that it would work, I’m here to warn you.”
“Warn me about what?” Lila asks, voice going a bit nastier than she probably intended.
What a two-faced bitch.
“That you should watch your back,” He says simply, turning slightly to walk back to his house. “You pushed a lot of people into your enemy list by threatening Marinette and now you’re about to face the consequences. It’s only fair to give you a head’s up.”
“Marinette,” she shrieks, “is nothing but a liar and a horrible person—”
“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, no matter what anyone says, is the kindest person you will ever meet,” Luka snarled, whirling on the sausage-haired girl so fast that she stumbled back, unprepared. “And I’m hers. You hurt the wrong person, you egocentric bitch, and you’re going to pay for it.”
Lila gaped for a second before she forced an innocent look on her face, mouth opening to say something but the musician just continued, eyes hard and narrowed and angry, mouth drawn into a tight line.
He was a generally calm person, he could handle a lot before ever blowing a fuse. Because he was also a Couffaine at heart. He thrived in chaos where others wither and when it came to those he loved, nothing would stop him from protecting them.
Especially when the one he loved and had to defend was the girl he fell in love with.
“She is thoughtful and compassionate and selfless and astounding in how she will push herself to the knife’s edge just to make sure her loved ones are okay. She is a cinnamon roll but the fiercest ally you could ever have. There is no stopping her, there is no convincing her to step down when she’s standing up for something that’s right— when she’s standing up for someone, unless that someone is herself.”
He took a step closer and, well, that must’ve been pretty intimidating because she scrambled to take one back, causing a humorless chuckle to leave his lips.
He was his mother’s son but he had enough of his father in him to leave others terrified.
“And you want to convince me that just because you have the Akuma class, Mlle. Bustier, and M. Damocles so far up your ass that people will hate her? Really? Let me tell you something, sweetheart," He gave a cruel smirk, voice mocking as he repeated what she called him earlier. “This isn’t you and all your puppets against Marinette, it’s now you against the entire school. You might pretend to rule this place but she is the one who everyone looks up to and loves. She’s their sunshine child and leader and she has connections everywhere. She knows people that could make your life a living hell and it is her kindness alone that has spared you in the past. And you should have cut your losses when you had the chance because I, however, am not as kind. You declared war, Mlle. Rossi, do not be surprised when your downfall comes knocking on your door.”
With that and smirking at the ugly glare on her face, Luka saunters away, whistling a happy tune despite how tightly his fists are clenched inside his pockets.
It’s a week later when they make the first move.
Ivan and Rose, because despite her size she puts up one hell of a fight, are Marinette’s bodyguards during school. They prevent her from getting hurt while Mylene, Marc, and Nate make sure to record anything and everything Lila does that’s incriminating towards her reputation. 
Juleka is on sabotage duty during school to make sure any plans backfire onto the bitch while Adrien is the distraction. Both were excellent at their job. Almost scarily good.
Outside of school Kagami and Luka strategize and come up with plans to make sure anything Lila says can be used against her. They organize groups and make sure that Marinette and her family doesn’t get bothered by Lila or any of her followers.
One by one more people in the school help. Marinette’s friends from different classes going from the highest grade level to the first year students at Lycee all jump in when needed— when they overhear a lie and debunk it by pulling up proof or contacting the people involved directly (Marinette isn’t the only one with contacts).
One by one Lila is getting more isolated, one by one she’s losing her power.
And it’s so satisfying to see that Luka goes to sleep laughing.
It’s not even a full month before the Akuma class had fully left Lila’s side, the last to turn was Alya— the reporter so distraught over how she realized she had been treating her former best friend that she had a mental breakdown.
It was a month on the dot when Honeybee and Ryuko got video footage of Lila snatching one of Hawkmoth’s butterflies from the air with a wide grin and a “What can I do for you today, boss?” and it was a week later when her life got ruined.
(Marinette was so overjoyed that the constant terror— in her civilian— life was going away that she kissed Luka until their lungs ached and, just like that, Luka got revenge and a girlfriend in one sweep.
And that girlfriend was very, very grateful for it too. Most nights he went to bed with bruise-kissed lips and a beautiful girl in his arms. Marinette looked happier than she did in years and all the planning and frustration melted away when he saw her wake up with a smile.
He couldn’t protect her when she was fighting an Akuma but he’s proved more than enough times that he could protect her when she goes back to having two left feet.)
First she got expelled from her Lycee for false accusations, thief, bullying, and cheating. 
Then her lies— ever last one of them— were exposed and her mother was informed about what her daughter was up to and even waved her daughter’s diplomatic immunity— being absolutely disgusted with her daughter’s behavior— when the court cases of people suing her for fraudulence, harassment, threats, attempted murder, and acts of terroism.
Last, but not least, Lila was banned from Paris and all the cases stacked up against her were moved to a different court within France so they wouldn’t even have to see her again.
Though they did see her screaming and shrieking and snarling towards Luka as he joyfully waved at her when the bitch was getting dragged to the back of a cop car, “You! You did this! You made this all happen! I’m going to get you back for this, Couffaine, I swear I’m going to get you!”
She seemed absolutely insane, drool going down her chin from how hard she had been yelling, eyes frantic and face flushed and she jerked like a wild animal trying to get out of her cuffs and the officer’s hands that held her back from attacking the young musician.
He was a Couffaine and this chaos made him delighted to witness.
After all, it’s not everyday you get to see the downfall of the bitch who made the love of your life miserable.
Luka just laughed and sent her a cocky wave, “I look forward to it, sweetheart.”
Well… you can’t say she wasn’t warned.
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Take Two: The Guardian in Gotham Chapter 3
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Bruce sat at the head of the long oak dining table and waited for his children to make their way into the room for dinner. They came in as a staggered group; Jason arguing about some novel with Dick while Tim and Damian brought up the back as they discussed their patrol routes for the night. After Alfred and Damian helped serve the food, Bruce cleared his throat pointedly and waited for everyone to pay attention. 
Once everyone had looked up from their discussions he spoke. “Alfred has a friend named Gina; and she had called this evening to see if her granddaughter could stay with us. She lives in Paris; but her classmates were bullying her and her parents thought a change of scenery would do her some good. I have agreed to let her stay with us in the Manor.” Even before he had finished speaking the table erupted with different questions from his children.
“Bruce are you sure this is wise?” Tim questioned over Dick’s ecstatic squealing (“I’ve always wanted a little sister!!!”), and Jason’s grumbling (“Shut the fuck up Dickhead. I don’t know why the fuck B is bringing someone into this house to live with this dysfunctional family.”). Ignoring his siblings; he pressed on “I mean, how are we going to hide Batman and the vigilante stuff from her?” As Bruce paused to answer Damian stood up and scowled. “Tt. This is a moronic decision. Inform me of when this girl is to arrive and inform  her to stay out of my way.” He lifted his chin and crossed his arms before marching out of the room.
After Damian’s outburst, Jason looked over from where he was arguing with Dick and added his input “Timbo’s right, B. How are we going to hide that from her?” 
“We’ll have to make sure at least two of you remain in the manor each night so that she doesn’t get too suspicious.” He answered. “Now, the only reason I agreed to letting her stay here was namely for Alfred, and also because of what her classmates did to her” 
“What do you mean, Bruce?” Dick questioned. “Did they like assault her or something?”
“Or something” He responded grimly before sending the photo to all three of them. 
As they looked at the photo, he observed their reactions to the image. Dick was not smiling for once, and his sunny blue eyes had darkened to an icy frost. His whole body was tense; and his jaw was so clenched his teeth were grinding together. Jason was standing up with two guns locked and loaded in his hands. He had also managed to procure a knife from somewhere, which appeared as he leant forward and asked “What were the names of the people who did this again?” in a completely lethal tone. Tim, already hacking away at his computer responded “Not there yet, but from what I can find out, she goes to College Francois DuPont and she’s fifteen.” He briefly looked up and made eye contact with Bruce before asking “How fast do you think we can get our lawyers onto those kids B?” At the declarations of his children, Bruce closed his eyes and pinched the bridge of his nose between two fingers. “We can not file any lawsuits yet, not without Marinette’s permission.” He answered, sighing tiredly. “Marinette?” Dick questioned. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” Tim responded instantly. “That’s her name.” 
“She will be coming on Monday, and Alfred will be picking her up from the airport. She is also going to attend GA, so someone please tell Damian.” Bruce said as he stood from the table. “Now hurry up, we have patrol tonight, and there have been rumors about a drug ring near Crime Alley.”
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After coming back from the hospital and having a sleepover Thursday night, Chloé and Adrien were completely sleep-deprived as they trudged into school the next morning. Settling into her usual seat beside Sabrina, Chloé silently thanked all the Kwami that she didn’t have to sit next to Lila. Halfway though class, Mrs. Bustier suddenly frowned and looked at the back row. “Does anyone know where Marinette is? She still hasn’t arrived yet!”
“Probably still sleeping at home! She’ll come in completely late as usual!” Alya cackled. At her words, Chloé felt her entire body heat up with righteous indignity. She opened her mouth to tell that wannabe tabloid reporter to get her facts straight, but then Adrien caught her eye and shook his head. He then pointed at his phone, and mimed unlocking it before pointing to her. Catching the hint, she checked her messages to see that Marinette had sent them a text.
FashionableBug: Mari said to tell Chloé and Adrien not to do anything to Lila or anyone else that starts making stuff up. (From Luka btw)
You’reUnderAgreste: Me-ouch, My Lady. I would never!
QueenofMean: shut it with the puns, Noir. Maribug, I will only listen to you because you’re injured and I’m not going to go against your wishes.
Putting her phone away, Chloé resigned herself to a miserable school day. 
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After school, she walked into Marinette’s room and flopped dramatically onto the chaise, before letting out a long groan.
“That bad?” Mari chuckled as she scribbled sketched one-handedly in her design notebook. 
“You have no idea.” Chloé responded. 
Their conversation continued into mundane things, such as everyone’s patrol routes, and various theories on who Hawkmoth was. Totally normal topics for teenagers. As the day drew to a close, they made plans for everyone to come over to start packing the next day before Chloé left the bakery and headed home.
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Come Saturday, Marinette, Chloé and Luka spent the morning playing board games one handed “to level the playing field” as Luka put it and eating lots of cookies and pastries-provided by Marinette’s parents of course. Adrien and Kagami were attending their various classes until afternoon, so the remaining three spent their time relaxing, and coming up with a list of things to pack for Mari’s stay in Gotham. Two o’ clock rolled around, and the bells over the bakery jingled to announce the arrival of the final members of the packing committee.  
Any plans to begin their assignment of somehow fitting all Marinette’s fabrics into the suitcase were cut short by an Akuma. 
They all transformed, even though Kagami and Luka has been  extremely reluctant to let Mari go even though the suit temporarily healed her injuries. Climbing through her roof hatch, they set out across the rooftops to defeat their latest villain.
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Five hours later, the teen heroes dropped into her room, and detransformed in various flashes of multicolored lights. They collapsed onto the bed and chairs and silently agreed to just  sleep , and get the packing done the next day.
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All of Sunday was spent throwing various clothes and accessories into Mari’s pink and black suitcase. There were several sweaters and hoodies (added by Chloé), as well as several leggings and many thick pajama pants (Sabine).
Adrien (with the help of Tom) had somehow managed to pack over ten different pun-covered t-shirts, and by the time they were discovered, they had been buried under piles upon piles of fluffy socks from Kagami. Luka also threw in some scarves before Marinette added some toiletries, her sewing kit, and her computer.
Picking up the backpack she had decided to use as a carry-on, Marinette rifled through it to make sure she had everything in there as well.
Spare change of clothes in case she loses her suitcase? Check. Phone, headphones, and charger? Check. Sketchbook and pencils? Check. Disguised Miracle Box? Check.
She turned to her family (Not her teammates, not her friends, but her family.) and smiled. It was small, and bittersweet, but it was a smile. “Alright guys, I guess I’m all set.” She said, before joining them all in a group hug. They offered her soft, tearful smiles before Tom carried her big suitcase down the stairs. 
That night, Marinette fell asleep surrounded by all the people she loved, and she couldn’t have been happier.
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The next day, her Papa carried her downstairs and placed her into her wheelchair (since she had a broken foot, and couldn’t use her leg, they had given her a wheelchair) before wheeling her outside and placing her into the car waiting by the street. 
Her friends were all inside, and she gripped Adrien’s hand tightly as they drove to the airport. 
As she stood to board the plane, she turned back to catch one last glimpse of them all. Chloé was leaning into Kagami’s side who was holding her girlfriend’s hand tightly. Adrien was waving wildly, and Luka and her parents all raised one hand in farewell. Her Maman and Papa has some red rimming their eyes, but they smiled at her as she was wheeled into the plane. Next stop: Gotham, New Jersey.
Since her flight left Paris at 10 AM, she was set to arrive in Gotham at around 12 PM/noon. With that in mind, she decided to stay awake for the entire flight so that her body could adjust better. 
As they crossed the Atlantic, Marinette, sitting in first class thanks to Chloé and Adrien’s combined nagging; popped her earbuds in, and began to sketch. 
She stared out the window as she touched down, shocked by all the dog and darkness in the city. As she collected her bags, and wheeled her way outside to look for her host family, she couldn’t help but notice how everyone in this city was much more on edge than most normal people. ‘They act as though they are expecting an attack at any second of the day.’ She mused to herself. Her train of thought was cut off by the sight of an elderly man with a powerful aura standing next to a limo with a sign saying “Marinette Dupain-Cheng”. She wheeled her way over to him and smiled brightly. “Salut! My name is Marinette! What is yours, Monsieur!” She questioned, holding out her hand for a handshake.
“It’s lovely to meet you Miss Marinette, my name is Alfred Pennyworth.” Alfred responded, smiling gently down at her. “Now let’s get you and your bags in the car, shall we?” He reaches out to shake her hand, and the moment their fingers touched her vision was filled with dark blue and red. She laughed and smiled up at him. “It is an honor to meet you, noble Peacock.” She greeted him in the Guardian language, honoring his position as a True Holder. “And it is an honor to meet you as well, Ladybug.” He answered. She grinned and allowed him to help her into the back of the limo before he climbed into the driver's seat and they sped off to Wayne Manor. 
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When he saw the young girl, Alfred was shocked to say the least. She was roughly 5’ 4” (162.5 cm), and was very petite. Her stature, combined with her wheelchair, wrist brace, and the cast on her leg, all strengthened his resolve to protect the young girl from any further harm. That was only intensified when their auras recognized each other. How could anyone place the responsibility of upholding balance on such a young child? 
As he drove to the Manor, she informed him that the Cat, Bee, Dragon and Snake were active on her team. Before he could ask her what the threat they were battling was, they had arrived at the Manor, and she had immediately tensed and gone silent.
Deciding that it was better to ask more questions later, he got out of the car to retrieve her bags and chair. Master Bruce and three of his children except for Master Damian were waiting in front of the doors to the Manor, and they all waited patiently for her as she exited the car. 
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Marinette was nervous. Sure, taking to Monsieur Alfred was really fun, and she couldn’t wait to tell him more about Paris, but now she was meeting her actual host family! What if they didn’t like her? What if they decided to send her back?! Then what would she do?? A small cough interrupted her downward spiral, and she looked up from her lap to see Monsieur Alfred waiting in front of the open door with her wheelchair. Grabbing her backpack, she awkwardly maneuvered herself into the chair and allowed herself to be wheeled out in front so she could meet Monsieur Bruce Wayne.
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Note: Alfred doesn’t know that Marinette is the Guardian. He just knows she’s a Ladybug holder.
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Carmilla: I have used my vast akuma powers to turn City Hall into my personal castle! Hawkmoth: I meant to ask you: why do vampires live in castles, anyways? Aren't they drafty and lacking in all the modern amenities like plumbing and central heating? Carmilla: It's mostly for style.
“Most of the inside actually does have that stuff but it’s hidden by the velvet drapes and dark oak” 
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itsthemysterykids · 3 years
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The Akumatized Mystery Kids meet their actually evil alternate dimension counterparts?
Illusia: God, not even Hawkmoth is this twisted.
Blacksmith: I’m gonna put this guy out of his misery. *Summons a blade*
Red Phantom: *Points to Wraith Norman* He looks fine to me.
ZomBoy: *Groans* Translate: He doesn’t look that different from me.
Sinister Sleuth: Are we sure they’re not Akumas?
Needle Point: No, they actually have style.
Poison Oak: That, what the hell did you do?!
That: Nothing!... Yet.
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Hear me out, SSS Miraculous Ladybug AU?
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oh man you guys have no idea how much I’ve thought about an au like this before
The anon is new, but this has been in the inbox for a while, I’m so sorry it’s taken me so long! Also this kind of takes a general understanding of the show to make any sense!
This is just a HUGE bundle of ideas lmao I’m sorry it’s so disorganized. I’ll put some of the doodles up here and put in a read more for all of my bullet points (I wrote almost 2K words for this hhhh)
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No Pokémon in this AU, and I’m not clever enough to shape the Miraculous after any of them lol.
I think Lance being the Guardian of the Miraculous fits the most.
Lyra becomes the Ladybug Miraculous holder the same way Marinette does, by showing and acting upon her compassion towards someone in need (not the same exact way, considering Lance isn’t nearly as old as Master Fu; she probably saves an old man and Lance notices).
In this AU’s origins I think it would make sense that Giovanni and Silver just moved to Goldenrod from Kanto. Giovanni (obviously) was a part of the crime-world, but found out about the Miraculous and their power, got ahold of the Cat and Butterfly Miraculous, learned of the Ladybug Miraculous’ general location, then decided moving was a good idea. They move into a place like the Agreste mansion (Silver thinks the move is just random btw).
I would say Giovanni holds Silver to high standards like Gabriel does for Adrien. Giovanni has Silver play the Violin and Cello (READ FVAWA!!!), and was probably homeschooled in Kanto. I’ll also say he probably has basic self defense training.
To blend in, Silver becomes enrolled at the same school that Lyra, Kris, and Ethan attend.
Lyra, Kris, and Ethan always try to yoink the back two tables, and every new seating chart the three play Rock Paper Scissors, loser sits alone. Lyra loses and ends up at the table next to the other two with an empty seat.
Their teacher, Professor Elm (I mean, who else would it be?? There’s Oak ofc but eh), introduces Silver to the class and has him sit with Lyra. 
It’s obvious to Lyra that Silver is more socially reserved, but she introduces herself anyway.
Lyra moved from New Bark Town to Goldenrod City early in her childhood (Her and Ethan were childhood friends, Ethan moved to Goldenrod a little before Silver. Kris grew up in Goldenrod). I think it would be cool to keep the Bakery; Lyra’s mom would work there with Lyra helping out a lot.
I’m thinking Lyra could possibly be a model like Adrien, but wayyy on the DL in comparison. She has the right temperament for being in the spotlight (aka not being a flustered mess all the time), hence why she’s so well suited for the Miraculous.
Her passion is writing! Writing poems, speeches, music, all of it. And she enjoys public speaking. She’ll pull out a notebook (or just type on her phone like a sane person) whenever she gets a new idea.
Lyra sings and plays the synth. She plays songs she writes sometimes!
Tikki helps Lyra a lot with her worries about being a Superhero, and is great at giving suggestions and ideas of what Lyra should write if she has a block. Basically usual Tikki being great.
When the first Akuma appeared, Lyra found her Miraculous the same way Marinette did. The difference is when Tikki appeared she was less fearful, and learned about de-evilizing Akumas from the start.
When Ladybug showsed up to stop the Akuma there was no other support. She was able to defeat the Akuma, but damn, what a workout.
Hear me out here, what if there wasn’t an umbrella scene? I’d rather have their feelings for each other grow over time as Silver begins to doubt his father’s reasons for needing the Ladybug Miraculous and reflects on his actions. Besides, Lyra having feelings for Silver in the beginning would be kinda cringe 😬 (@Marinette in the PV smh)
The first Akuma was Giovanni’s way of testing the waters, and confirms that the Ladybug Miraculous is in Goldenrod. The night afterwards he approaches Silver with the Cat Miraculous. Giovanni explains that he needs the Ladybug Miraculous along with the Cat Miraculous to bring Silver’s mother back (which is total bullshit, all he wants is power), and offers him the Miraculous.
And about Silver’s mother; I know there’s a theory about Ariana being his mom, but in this AU (and in general, really) I HC his mother being kindhearted and not part of the mob ahah. (Also same sitch as Adrien’s mom in this AU)
Silver is apprehensive towards the “offer”, but can he really say no? And he does want to see his mom again. So he accepts. Giovanni barely hides the vile smirk on his face and throws in a “I’m proud of you, son” for good measure :/
From then on, Cat Noir shows up to battle Ladybug after an Akuma is de-evilized.
Plagg is somewhere between neutral and good. He’ll (not-so) subtly suggest that Silver should join Ladybug, and point out how much of a dick Giovanni is… but he won’t actively try to stop him because he can’t really do anything about it anyways. Plagg supposes he’ll just have to be patient. And he teases Silver about anything and everything, and his reactions are priceless.
Already having no partner to rely on during Akuma battles, Ladybug is most definitely tired out and has far too many close calls in her battles with Cat Noir. Lyra vents about this to Tikki, and worries about being unable to contact the guardian and request more help.
Lance realizes his mistake after a particularly nasty fight when a stroke of luck saves Ladybug from de-transforming. He introduces himself right after that fight, and apologizes for his oversight.
At this moment I don’t know if it would make more sense to introduce only one more Miraculous holder or two, and if they should be permanent or temporary. I’ll put down my bare-bones ideas for the Miraculous holders anyways.
Ethan - Fox Miraculous, Kris - Turtle Miraculous. I see Kris suiting the Turtle Miraculous because she waits for the right moment instead of jumping right in. I see her as being a great protector compared to Ethan.
Sheesh this is already super long any I haven’t really gotten to the SSS portion 
Slow burn like the show, but in this case neither has a crush for a whiiiile. That part is quite different from the show, but the context is not the same.
Eventually there’s a semblance of a friendship between Lyra and Silver. They got close through sitting at the same table in class and working on different projects together. They also find they both share a love of music.
Anyways, Lyra gets really excited about their friendship and prattles on about it to Tikki.
“Wow, it almost sounds like you like him!”
“Whaaaaat? No!!! He’s just a friend, Tikki!” (Nice Adrien impression, Lyra 😃)
Along the way Silver begins questioning Giovanni’s reasons more and more, but it’s difficult for him to decide whether to keep fighting Ladybug or not because of all the things that could happen. 
Eventually Plagg sits him down and is like:
“You don’t want to fight Ladybug.”
“Right.”
“You have a friend (Lyra) who has made it clear to you that you are welcome in their home, so you would have somewhere to stay if Gio-bitch kicks you out.”
“Right.”
“Ladybug may not trust you at first, but if you explain yourself she may begin to understand, and the act of switching sides paves the path to redemption.”
“Right.”
“So SWITCH SIDES.”
“OH. OKAY.”
Then there’s the ol’ switcheroo. During the worst Akuma yet (with Kris and Ethan helping as heroes), Cat Noir is able to get close to the Akuma and Cataclysms the Akumatized object. He flees immediately, thinking it better to show loyalty in small increments pffff
It’s a HUGE shocker to Giovanni. And Ladybug for that matter. Silver already packed a bag and had his violin ready to go, he grabs his things and doesn’t bother staying. He’s a little pissed Giovanni didn’t even try to stop him.
At this point Lyra and Silver like each other, but neither know how the other feels. Silver feels SO awkward about showing up at the Bakery with his stuff and almost turns around when Lyra’s mom (who had a bad vibe about Giovanni in the first place) spots him.
“Do you need a place to stay?”
“...No.”
“You’re lying. Tell me what happened.”
Silver reluctantly explains that he couldn’t stand staying there anymore, and that he had had enough of his father’s shit. So he left.
Lyra’s mom is a bit iffy on letting him stay. Without enough context it seems like Silver is just angry with Giovanni. Silver can tell she doesn’t understand and tries to explain the situation more.
“I… betrayed him. In a way. I’m sure he doesn’t want to see me around for a while.” “I understand. Feel free to stay the night, but you should talk to your father about whatever’s going on tomorrow. If he doesn’t let you back in you’re welcome to stay.”
Lyra shows up moments after, very confused. Her mom explains the gist to her and leaves them alone to talk.
Tikki overhears Silver explain the situation with a bit more detail and becomes suspicious. If Giovanni was Hawkmoth and Silver was Cat Noir, this situation would make a lot of sense. And Silver has the same hair color as Cat Noir (Lyra is obviously none the wiser because Adrien and Marinette be like that). Tikki doesn’t draw solid conclusions (it’s very easily just a coincidence) but she takes a mental note.
I think that’s where I’ll leave it. I’m already delving into so much plot skdjfbfb Anyways here’s a bunch of bonus drawings for sticking til the end!
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gotmilk5101520 · 3 years
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Trollhunters: Tales of Arcadia Watch Episode 1 Becoming Part 1
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So i watched the series back in December. “So it’s a Rewatch?” Not exactly. By the time this gets posted, months have passed. If anything, it does have a lot of my thoughts from when i first watched it and some jokes on shit that happens in the future. And some jokes i made in my Miraculous Ladybug Rewatch will be on here as well (If you’re fans of ML then check out my Rewatch to get some of the references. I made a master list of all the episodes and it’s pinned)
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“Good morning, Arcadia Oaks. It’s 4:30 a.m. If you’re still in bed, you are missing the most beautiful sunrise, clear skies and a beautiful morning ahead” Hey i may live in California, but i’m not getting up at 4:30 am to see a sunrise.
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So this is what that Grumpy Old Troll, who lives under the bridge, from Dora the Explorer does when they don’t go to his bridge.
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So the sun hurts trolls like how the sun hurts demons in Demon Slayer. Only instead of the sun disintegrating them to dust, it turns them to stone.
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“No. The amulet will find it’s champion. And with it a bunch of trauma for the new champion”
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Hey he did say...
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“I’d rather die”
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I’m surprised that punch didn’t destroy the bridge.
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Hate to be the poor unlucky sap.
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Oh hey speaking of poor unlucky saps!
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I feel you Jim. You had set something perfectly. And than someone moves it a little and you need to fix it.
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“Raccoons!” Fucking Raccoons.
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“What’s life without a little adventure?”
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“Come on Tobes. Don’t you ever want a little more excitement?” Says you.
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“James... Lake”
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Not everyday you hear a pile of stone talking to you.
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“James Lake”
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“It’s a pile of K-spar. Minerals don’t talk” Wait so did Toby also hear it?
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And now your life will be fucked over.
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“Hello. I’m listening”
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We should turn this into a meme.
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Nothing to see here.
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“The Peloponnesian War was actually three wars fought between Athens and Sparta” “THIS IS SPARTA!!!” “Why do i even bother”
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Wait so they’re not boyfriend and girlfriend? Not yet? This better not be another Miraculous Ladybug bullshit. I can take it in Miraculous Ladybug, but not in another series.
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Hey isn’t this the teacher that’s dating Jim’s mom so i heard? Well he does seem nice.
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“So close!” I feel you.
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“Buenas noches”
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“You speak Spanish?” Hey his Spanish is better than mine.
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“You like monsters?”
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“What?” “Shakespeare! I said Shakespeare”
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“You talked to her? and you didn’t go “Blah blah blah!” like Marinette?”
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“Like, actually spoke to her? Not just, you know, in your head? Like Marinette?” “Toby, we don’t live in Paris”
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“You should totally do it”
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“What? The play? I’m not an actor”
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“Come on. You’re always saying how you want your life to be more exciting”
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“I don’t think Romeo and Juliet is exactly the answer, Tobes” Actually it is.
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“I don’t mean just, you know, exciting. I mean...”
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“More”
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“I just need to know that there’s something more to life than high school” Okay, Belle. You want more than this provincial life.
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Nothing to see here.
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Ah so this is what Kim and Max would be like right now with the old bully and nerd trope.
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“So, where were we? Um... Oh, yeah, okay”
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“You were telling me about the monsters you saw this morning”
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“With fangs and...”
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“What was it, again?”
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“Stone for skin! In the canal!” Sounds like a normal person to me.
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“Yeah. Just go crazy”
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“In 20 years, you’ll be fat and bald and you’ll be working in a muffler shop”
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“And Eli will have a career in software and he’ll be a billionaire like Jeff Bezo” “Fuck Amazon”
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“Friday, at noon”
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“You and me”
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“Tick-tock. Tick” The final countdown.
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Wait it was sunset here.
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And it’s night when Jim gets inside? I’m confused.
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“Come on! Talk again, or you are going up on eBay. Or worse than eBay. Amazon”
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“Master Jim!”
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“Aaahhh! Aaahhh!” Hey i get like that too when someone calls me.
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“I am known as Blinky”
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“Hi”
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“Aaarrgghh!”
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“It’‘s Aaarrrgghh. Three Rs” Some things need to be corrected.
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“Aahh!”
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“He says “Aaahhh!” a lot”
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“It’s more of a yelp, i believe”
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“A greeting, perhaps”
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“Aaahhh! Aaahhh!” Scream to greet.
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“Master Jim, you have been chosen”
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“The Amulet of Daylight challenges you to ascend to the most sacred of offices”
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“Orifices? What orifices?”
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“Offices. It means responsibility”
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“Unbeknownst to your kind, there is a secret world, a vast civilization of trolls lurking beneath your very feet, hidden from view”
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“Tro... Tr-Trolls?”
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“Trolls. Yes, trolls”
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“And it is now your charge to protect them”
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“For you, Master Jim, are the Trollhunter”
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“Trollhunter”
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“This honor is yours to accept”
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“So what say you?”
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“Is that a yes?” It’s more of a “Can we come back to this later? It’s been a rough night”
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“Actually, unbelievable. Completely unbelievable”
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“As in, you won’t believe me, but i’m telling you it’s true”
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“I promise you it’s true” When you saw the imposter vent or kill someone in front of you and you try to tell everyone at the meeting.
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“Tick-tock. Tick-tock”
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“How did he know i was here?”
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“Hey, thanks for the advice. I like talking to you”
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“Always” I think Jim has a really good father fig-
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Huh?
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Uhh what?
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“For the glory of Merlin, Daylight is mine to command” Can’t we shorten this to i  don’t know “Glory, Daylight!!”
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Have a random cat.
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And Toothless from How to Train Your Dragon.
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Mid air T-pose.
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Can we make it smaller, so it can fit him?
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Much better. Thanks.
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Can we make that smaller too, so he can wield it?
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Much better. Thanks.
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The Sword in the Stone.
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Come on. Pull it out like King Arthur oh wait.
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From one stone to another.
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“It’s been taken”
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“You failed. You let it go. Your father will be displeased”
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I spoke too soon. Well this is more shocking than Gabriel being Hawkmoth.
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“I know where to find it”
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“I believe the amulet has found it’s champion”
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Let the trauma begin.
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Save the opening for the end of the episode cause why not?
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Great now i gotta do research on who this is.
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And now we get the credits.
Well, time for Jimbo’s Bizarre Adventure to begin.
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harlequinkingfanfic · 4 years
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Blue Eyes meet - Part 3
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A month to summer break was more than enough to give Marinette a hope that she’d be free soon. Sadly, It also gave the class plenty of time to get penance for her apparent crime of not having a soulmate. As the days past Marinette further fell back into her previous ways before anything happened before she stood up to Chloe or became Ladybug. Marinette felt like if she could just get past the last month of school she’d be free. She’d move somewhere far away and never look back. 
As she sat down at her desk after being gone for the last three days of the week she knew they’d be waiting to get back at her. She hoped they learned that getting her suspended would just leave them less time to torment her as she wouldn’t be in school to feel any of the pain they inflicted. She of course wasn’t going to tell them this but honestly being home for multiple days just working was getting tiring. 
The desk that was once a light oak was now stained black from the sheer amount of ink that covered it which seemed to fade slowly out near the next seat over. Setting her bag down next to her she got out her missing work which she had picked up every morning before school started so she wouldn’t have to catch up which was deemed reasonable by all teachers besides Ms. Bustier. She would have to get Ms. Bustier’s work today and finished before it was technically due. 
She also had to finish Jagged’s outfit before next friday which she hadn’t even started designing. She wasn’t trying to procrastinate but her parents were starting to give her lessons and what to look for in every location and how to run the business. This included leaving her in charge of the business for a two day period in hopes she’d be able to work through the things they’d taught her. Of course they were still there and helping her but throughout the days they started helping her less and less unless asked specifically to help. As the days went on she was more focused on the bakery and where she’d live for the summer than she was on designing. After she finished Jagged’s outfit she’d probably tell him that she’s run into a dry spell of ideas and that she might stop designing to work on other things before she began again. 
The day passed slowly with the lies spilling from Lila like a never stopping fountain. The akumas had slowly come to an almost halt recently but she wasn’t taking that as a sign to stop investigating Hawkmoth. She needed to find a way to stop Hawkmoth before the month ended and she was free to leave Paris behind. She just had to find a way to communicate with Hawkmoth without being akumatized. Which was going to be difficult but she’d find it. 
Walking home having turned in all her missing work and having Ms. Bustier’s work in her bag she felt accomplished in having finished another day. She didn’t usually count the days but it was better than counting the reasons. Walking through the bakery and into the back she set down her bag and refilled the almost empty display cases without a second thought. Ringing up the last customer she took the money and packed the bag of sweets handing the bag to the customer before finally snapping back to reality and walking back to the kitchen and grabbing her bag to go to her room. 
Finishing Ms.Bustiers work and attempting several designs of Jagged’s outfits before deciding she was done attempting to design what would’ve been easy in her past. Having zoned out considerably she was struck with a thought. What if I just get myself Semi-akumatized? Which honestly sounded insane but in her own opinion it didn’t sound like the worst idea. Which led her to asking Tikki if it would work. 
“Hey, Tikki, If I perhaps hypothetically, got like Semi-akumatized to where I could hear Hawkmoth could I hypothetically have a conversation with him and find out why he wants the miraculouses so badly or would that hypothetically be a very bad idea?” 
“Hey, Marinette, I love you very much and I know deep down that you cannot possibly be that stupid as to think that that would be anywhere near a good idea”
“But like hypothetically” 
Tikki sighed so deeply Marinette swore she could feel how tired Tikki was of her shit. “Hypothetically, probably. In practice, probably not” 
“Okay, but like what if-” 
“No, I’m not letting you get semi-akumatized” Tikki cut her off.
“Well it’s not really up to you now is it?” Marinette shot back before sitting down in the lotus position and starting to cry hysterically. Grief overwhelmed her as every single sad thing that had ever happened to her swept over her like an ocean and Marinette for the first time since she was thirteen and Hawkmoth attacked for the first time she let herself be fully submerged. Not soon after that did Marinette hear the wing flaps of a corrupted butterfly. 
Pushing her way back to the surface of the waves of grief she grabbed a ribbon and pulled her hair back into a ponytail. Finally having a place to land the butterfly sat down on the top of her hair and was quickly absorbed becoming just a voice in her head. 
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bugaboowritings · 4 years
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We Fall in Autumn- Chloé’s Path To Redemption
I love the idea that Chloé took up Ladybug’s advice on bettering herself and helping Paris. Here (setting is a few more years later in canon) Chloé has an internship at City Hall. Trying to manage paperwork and school is a little challenging, but what’s more heartbreaking is the discord going on over the Miraculous Duo. 
Could it cause another Akuma that Paris can’t handle or will Chloé need to step up and protect her heroes? All when knowing who they are under the mask. 
Part Two to this- (Still understable if you don’t read it)
The world could survive without a Queen ruling over it.  Maybe even thrive and prosper without one. 
Nevertheless, Paris,  France, Europe - Possibly the whole world would be up in flames without a ladybug and a black cat by its side. Forgetting how to breathe if one day they just disappeared. 
Unfortunately, they didn’t know how much they need them before they did disappear. 
Not disappear like thinning out into nothingness as if they were a cloud of smoke with a blink of an eye and a gush of wind. More like gradually fall like the orange and brown leaves on the sessile oak or sweet chestnut tree. Die-off as the wind sweeps them off their skinny branches. In the beginning, the autumn breeze seems to carry nothing. However, piles of lifeless leaves will gather on the edges of the street and sidewalks. Only to be noticed by someone out of the blue. Only once autumn has already set the weather to a different course, someone will say-
   “Oh, it’s fall.” Or "Oh, they're really gone now." 
The heroes can easily dust off the city’s ignorance like how a tree still appears lush and full even when some leaves droop and die. Yet with time, they are destined to wither away. Becoming drained as people throw insults, threats, assumptions (as if it's a game of skipping stones)- overlooking how much they really need the protectors of Paris.  Ladybug will grow too anxious to sleep or breathe. Her old habits will return after losing them a few years back. She'll bite her nails and leak self-doubt into her words. Believing she did something wrong to cause this. She'll try to pacify the city. To convince them to listen to reason. Explaining their situation with Hawkmoth while the citizens grow impatient thanks to the opinions of internet hermits. Publishing mediocre articles about conspiracies theories against the Miraculous Duo. Chat Noir, who never mind much about the press before, forces himself to bite his tongue when outlandish headlines targeted naive readers (adding more fuel to the anti-Miraculous party). Turning what was once an escape into another glass enclosure. Noticing that everything great in his life has its drawbacks. 
The city will then be divided. 
One side wants the miraculous out and away of France. Returned back to whatever temple, planet or alley they came from. Others, mostly victims of Hawkmoth's plans, will disagree. However, their numbers decrease with time.  
Politicians will form scripts for their answers on election night, calculating what’s the best answer. All in hopes to get more voters than the other side.
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“Should the superheroes stay?” 
Chloé memorized the way her father studied the crowd. After years spent perfecting his dramatic pause, he effortlessly appeared like a man with a strong sense of dedication and quick answers. Not like the total people pleaser, he is really. Performing with a strong voice and stern expression as if he wasn’t searching the crowd for a clue on what they wanted to hear. Hiding the fact that sometimes he was completely clueless. 
Then he just fucking said it. After all the years and amazing rescues, he still had the guts to say it. 
“It’s time for Paris to step up.” 
Bullshit. Who gonna fights a magical super-villain other than the magical superheroes?
“It’s time for Paris to handle this dilemma as it happens on our soil.” 
The police couldn’t handle an angry squirrel. 
“We thank the heroes for their time and efforts, but it’s not necessary. They will not have to continue. Paris can protect itself by itself.  The heroes need to step down, they have done their duties. We have an astonishing police force with trained brave men and women that can handle the duty of protecting our city.
“Those kids can leave it to the professors now.” 
 Mylene had to pull Chloé back to prevent her from slaughtering her dad. Both knowing very well that she could easily push Mylene off and jump on that stage if she didn't have an ounce of self-respect. Spitting out a tangent on how they don’t know what they’re saying. How dare they talk as if Ladybug and Chat Noir were just involved citizens in community service rather than champions of the whole nation. As if they weren't a buffer that stopped a monster from taking over. 
Yet, Chloé saved the fireball in her throat for later. Getting angry on live-tv would be horrible for her father’s campaign. Plus, a mess to deal with. Especially since she manages the media division. The last thing they need right now is another scandal and a rude hashtag flowing around. 
Instead of biting his head off at that exact moment, she settled for his pale complexion when his eyes laid on her. Startling the goosebumps on his arms and neck as her polished designer heels tapped the floor in an impatience manner. The same way her mother did whenever a problem arises from her dad's incompetence.
"Did I say something wrong?" 
Chloé huffed. Spinning her heel into the other direction. 
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The media was eating up the whole Miraculous debate. As if it was grease in fast food or cheap drugs, they just kept pumping it out. 
Headlines grew more absurd as more copies were sold. Just with headlines with “Ladybug” or “Chat Noir” was an instant seller. This back and forth grew to be an overused gag that some grew tired or fond of.  Akuma attacks were no longer the center of the news, but why Ladybug and Chat Noir took so long to handle it or how it could have gone better. 
 Chloé walked through the plaza with her fresh-brewed coffee and shades over her sky-blue eyes every morning on her way to work. Around the time the newspaper-stands restocked their goods about people asserting their problems and opinions with the incoming elections. She would ignore them but the fonts grew bigger and bigger with each issue. She fantasied about buying them all and burn them as a statement. However, burning trees or funding the editors of this journalism trash wasn’t her agenda. 
Anyways, she didn't need to read about their exclusives. She already knew the truth (too long of a story to tell). 
Killing her each and every day like the hot coffee she spilled on her legs during early mornings or the heels that split her ankles in half during clubbing nights. That little inconvenience that pinned her up into a tight spot. Creating a soft spot on her conscience. 
Brave Ladybug lurked behind a counter in her parent’s bakery. Charming Chat Noir practiced piano surrounded by reminders from his father's assistant. The most hidden people in Paris were the people the stood in the front lines. Stopping angry akumatized girlfriends from tearing down homes or a pigeon man from trapping the city. 
Chloé knew their struggles or at least she knew how to dig a little to spot them. Marinette grew confident when her shiny new earrings arrived. Her eyes didn’t shy away from others when she spoke or laughed. Even making a little niche in the atmosphere for herself that no one could replace. Believing in herself, yet her stomach still flipped with anxiousness when she spoke to her crush. Picking her fingernails during Akuma alerts, itching for a chance to jump into action. Adrien won an escape and could now breathe without restrictions but still held himself back. Not wanting to trouble anyone with his newfound secret freedom. However, that doesn't stop his 'energy' from dripping into his stuffed schedule. Daring to sneak out and maybe even ditch his bodyguard for the sake of staying a moment longer. Bouncing back with a reason or excuse when he got caught. Holding back the "cat has eight more lives" line for a special bug if she asks about his weekend. 
Chloé saw back in lycee (with the help of her side-eye), the glitter in their eyes when talking about their partner in the mask. Praising them as any  REGULAR admirer would. Only to quickly panicked when someone mentioned them in the mask. Panicking even more when asked why they were sweating bullets. 
This isn’t what the reporters were getting.
 They wrote about selfish and cocky celebrities that seem no way close to the real thing that inspired the fictitious newspaper columns. That four-eyed blogger could write better news in her sleep then the “professors”. 
Chloé was even tempted to call Daddy and roar out that they need a full-on ban their stands. Yet, she was crossing the line with censorship of the press and other political stuff that Chloé didn’t want to deal with. She wasn’t that desperate, yet. 
Yet.
Till then, her nose will keep scrunching up at the sight of those foul magazines and the end of her pens will get chewed out in frustration. Mylene packs extra for Chloé when they accompany the mayor during his conferences in their internship. Sabrina, at one point, asked if she needed a chew toy after seeing all the bite marks. As a joke, of course. 
POINT IS, it’s utterly ridiculous how those journalists work. Heck, if they really did their job or were remotely good at it, they wouldn’t be in a clickbait war. They would uncover Ladybug and Chat Noir spotting during the night. Catching them on their patrol or even when they find someone in need. 
Chloé would be the first to read a story like that. Maybe even provide herself as a potential interview for a story. Drawing back memories of late-night Akuma attacks or just snips of her encounters with the red bug and black cat. 
One that Chloé reminisces fondly is the night she saw Ladybug perched on the Effiel tower. The same night in her suite, when Chloé coated her face with a mud mask. Sweeping the blonde hairs over her ears before they dried into her face mask. The only sound around was the soft buzz of her television behind her. Deflating her lungs quickly when she heard a zip and a blur of red. Launching herself to her bedstand to check the news. 
The red Akuma alert wasn't on her screen and Chloé didn't have her Queen Bee light on. . . 
Rushing off to her balcony to see what was going on. Hoping it's just a false alarm or one of her patrols. Unlocking the balcony door, not expecting a chilly breeze blowing across her room. Her hands ran up and down her arms for warmth. Ignoring the tug on her face as her mud mask dried quicker with the wind. Catching the sunset glare as it shined its last bit of light before the night sunk in. 
There, the most eye-catching red, Ladybug stood on the tip of the Effiel tower. The clouds around her faded into the lovely shade of lilac and orange. Her eyes pointing in one direction as the wind blew in the other. Chloé could have been sure it was another patrol but Ladybug was alone. No alert was given. Chat Noir nowhere in sight and no signs of him rushing to the scene. 
Ladybug just watched Paris. 
 Paris as the citizens got ready to pull the sheets over their heads and call it a night. As the sun slipped away and the famous streetlights were lit again. 
Paris was going to sleep. Nothing exciting.  
Yet, Ladybug watched it. 
Marinette Dupian-Cheng watched over it.
Standing on the edge of what seemed like air and nothingness. Rebelling against gravity as it wanted to pull her so strongly down. Yet, Ladybug stood there. 
Watching Paris. 
Ladybug took a big breath in. Her chest rising in one big motion. All before she took the leap. Throwing her yo-yo back. Twirling around the steel tower as she flew. Just like a ladybug. A long cheer followed the heroine as she had the biggest smile on her face. Chloé knows because even with the harsh streetlights and dimming atmosphere, she could swear it lit up the sky. Just like how the sun did a few minutes ago. 
Chloé forgot how to breathe at the moment. Watching the superhero flip and spin in the air as if she was a feather. Like a fairy jumping in the wind without trouble. Making Chloé miss the feeling of spandex and the mask as she stood outside in her pj’s while Ladybug jumped from building to building. 
Chloé sighed into her elbow as the peck of red disappeared from the sky. 'She’s probably going home to do homework.' Marinette seemed like the type to do homework before she yawns and slips into bed. Maybe her kwami told her to go to bed if the clock hit a certain time. Maybe her kwami would talk to Marinette till she drifted off to sleep.  Chloé suddenly felt a little lonely.  Wishing Pollen was here to snuggle up against her cheek.
When Chloé found out about the miraculous duo’s identities, it changed a lot of things for her. It’s tough to keep it hush-hush as Marinette bumbled bad excuses on why she’s late. Adrien’s shy smile seems fake knowing how a joke and smirk could easily curl out his lips. Marinette’s leadership was as sharp as the bug in battle. Adrien’s playful nature had the same heart as the cat in the leather suit.
Knowing their identities also made it harder for Chloé to watch the press tear them apart from their beloved Paris- and from each other. 
Chloé thought that if it got bad enough, the heroes would end up getting akumatized. But she'll never say it out loud. 
 Overhearing Alya mumbling to Nino during lunch about the same worry. Even dropping details from reports of late-night patrols going on in the city. Ladybug pulled out more hours from her sleep to work. Chat Noir tried to stop her, begging her to take a break. Only joining her in the end when she proves to be more stubborn with the less sleep she got. 
Even making what was going to be the most exciting and anxious moment for their careers, a nightmare to go through. Chloé, Rena Rouge, and Carapace don’t much of the details, but an identity-reveal happened at the wrong moment with the worst timing. 
So when Ladybug and Chat Noir was put out of commission for some time due to secret business, Chloé wasn’t surprised to see a little black box in her balcony that week. Hidden in the same spot as last time. Only this time with a note. Asking her if she was ready to protect  Paris from the flames when the saviors couldn't. Ready for her to say the magic words the moment her beloved little Pollen popped out with their greeting. 
France can thrive without a Queen, but never without it's Bee. 
Jumping over buildings and bridges to reach the Effiel Tower. With a fox and turtle waiting for her arrival. 
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sunsetncamden · 4 years
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Juleka, weilder of the butterfly miraculous
I know it's outright said in an MLB that someone will succeed HawkMoth as weilder of the butterfly miraculous and that person, whomever they may be, will be another baddie fighting Ladybug and Chat Noir. But, if LB and CN ever succeed in retrieving the butterfly miraculous I think it would be awesome if they bestowed it on Juleka and here's why:
1. There's a subfamily of butterflies called the hairstreaks and one of those butterflies in this subfamily is called, yep, you guessed it, Purple Hairstreak. I dunno, but I think Hairstreaker is kinda a kick ass, rock'n'roll name that would be perfect for her to go by.
2. I know if used properly the butterfly miraculous holder can akumatize a whole army of supporters, but wouldn't it be great if she didn't have to? If she found 1 person who could be the equivalent of an army? You know who it would be, right? Yep, you guessed it: Rose. Think about it. They'd be partners, just like LB and CN. Juleka would be the strategist working from afar, which also fits her shy personality, sending her most capable warrior into battle. And let's not forget, Rose can be damn scary when she's pumped up and frustrated. She screams at Marinette in the Chat Blanc episode to just finally go for it and tell Adrien. And, we saw how strong she is in Zombiezou, picking up and carrying Chloe. She could totally do it. Her name? Well, i kinda like Lady Gossamer because it sounds romantic like Rose, but I'd also like that name for Marinette if she ever weilded the butterfly miraculous because gossamer is not only a type of butterfly but also a fabric and would tie into her designer aspirations. So, for Rose I would call her Kaleidoscope because that it what a group of butterflies is called and she's replacing the need for the akuma butterfly army.
3. In order to be akumatized for good purposes, Rose would have to have good feelings of love and happiness. So how would Juleka ensure Rose feels loved and happy? By kissing her of course! Long live JuleRose!!!!
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eumorpha-dream · 4 years
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Paonias excaecata or the Blinded Sphinx is a really cool looking caterpillar. While some forms are rather plain, others are speckled or splotched with brown or red. This is also the only Sphingidae species I have ever found eating Oak (Quercus). The individual pictured here is from Cape Cod on an Army Base. From July onward (in the Northeast), you can find this caterpillar out in the wild, they like many, many types of plants, and flouresce really well under UV light. They become extremely common later in the season, and often are one of the last sphingid caterpillars you can find each year. The adults are very pretty, with bright pink hindwings and a beautiful mottled brown forewing. #Paonias #Paoniasexcaecata #BlindedSphinx #SphinxMoth #Sphingidae #HawkMoth #Lepidoptera #Insect #Nature #Photography #Entomology #Caterpillar #Bug https://www.instagram.com/p/B3Uu9d7gCev/?igshid=1xv8d7hvh40wh
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