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I hope you enjoy it! There is much more fluff with little Mari than salt, but I hope this is still good. At the end there are three drawings with Babynette. If you like it, I will write the second part with a detailed investigation of Lila from Sherlock. If you want to be tagged in this fic or in all my other future fics write about it!

The mystery of proper education

Mycroft Holmes was perfect in everything.

It was an indisputable truth, a fact, and almost a law. In the end, he personifies the British Government, being a perfect benchmark for everyone was his job.

Any business he undertook was carried out at the highest level, brushed to brilliance and presented with the most sophisticated chic. There was nothing Mycroft could not handle.

...Except, perhaps, one thing — he was a terrible nanny.

This fact was revealed to Holmes in childhood, when he was left with baby Sherlock. When Mycroft first saw the red little screeching lump, he was only about seven. There was no pinched soul of tenderness, a sudden awareness of kinship, or any other such nonsense. He looked at his younger brother with bewilderment and slight perplexity. The boy had no idea what to do with this screaming bundle.

However, Mycroft asked himself the same question even now, many years later, carrying a tiny Marinette in his arms. The chubby child, whom Holmes didn't hold very carefully by the armpits, looked at him with large blue-bell eyes, opening her small mouth, as if trying to express everything she thinks. However, whether she was able to even think at such an age was a mystery.

The girl hiccuped and gleefully joyed, a thin strip of saliva flowed down her chin. Mycroft grimaced. Each time recalling how he ended up here, he wanted to strangle his sarcastic smirking brother.

The Cheng family had been familiar with the Holmes for quite some time, and mom adored inviting them to family evenings. At one of these evenings, the brothers met Sabina Cheng. She quickly liked Sherlock, sparkling with her smart eyes just like him. Boy never get tired of drawing her into troubles and all kinds of games, and she never get tired of helping him in them and listening to every rant in admiration. Over the years, they moved away, Cheng found herself in family life, and Sherlock chose to investigate people, but judging by the fact that Mycroft was now holding in his hands this thing, both actively maintained contact.

The older Holmes didn't have to wait long until his malicious brother suddenly began to talk at the Christmas dinner about Sabina's daughter and how Mycroft was definitely going to sit with her next weekend. Looking at his mother smiling happily and pulling a nervous smile in response, Mycroft vowed to destroy the petty bastard.

And now, as was said, he was left alone with this little blue-eyed monster. Of course, there was an option to call for a nanny, — even Anthea suggested it — but Mycroft was very responsible and carried out the work entrusted to him with all the best. Therefore, he stoically accepted the transfer of the child on his bail, despite the desire to strangle his malicious stupid brother.

«So», he began in a mentor tone, looking at the little thing that pulled toward him, «the first thing I will do when your parents and the nanny come back is to make them all realize how terrible my anger is. And then I'll say goodbye, and I will never see you again. Do you understand this?»

The child, joyfully yelling, only puffed up a bubble and clapped her hands in response. Stretching out his arms even more, holding the baby as far away from him as possible, Holmes identified her in the arena, where he was going to leave her from the very beginning, but as soon as he moved away more than three meters, there was a cry.

Moreover, she seemed to be mocking: as soon as he took a step further she began to sob, a step closer to her and she joyfully croaked and clapped her hands.

«I never agreed to become your clown», the man muttered through gritted teeth.

The little tyrant completely disagreed with this, and seemed to intend to get the desired attention. Mari looked at him with tremendous eyes for several seconds, as if waiting for him to come, but realizing that her new nanny was ignoring her, screamed.

Mycroft grimaced and began to approach the girl. She instantly fell silent and began to closely monitor him. When the man came very close, Netty giggled and joyfully pulled her hands to him. Holmes couldn't resist rolling his eyes.

Leaning toward the baby's face, he clearly pronounced, sharing words.

«I won’t take you in my arms, monster.»

The girl looked at him carefully, frowning at her nose, and then turned away, starting to play with the cubes. Feeling glee from victory, Mycroft was finally able to get to work. A few days ago, he decided that spending his precious time on such nonsense was simply stupid, and therefore, after weighing the pros and cons, he decided to work even in at such a difficult time so hard as possible. Therefore, having taken out several folders with the documentation from the diplomat, he settled down in his brother's chair and began reading, periodically calling up with Anthea and giving instructions.

Marinette played quietly in the arena, occasionally glancing at her nanny and becoming more upset with every second. Realizing that she was simply ignored, the girl decided to draw attention to herself.

After half an hour of work in silence, Holmes heard a methodical knock. Turning his head, the man saw how Netty calmly and with obvious pleasure hit the iron arena with a plastic cube. A fire of determination burned in her eyes, which man wanted to put out immediately. He took one cube from the girl. Second. Third. The last dice couldn't be taken — Mari threw it directly into her nanny's face in a fierce pant. Boiling with anger, Mycroft grabbed her shoulders and hissed softly.

«You will not do this. Not with me. And now immediately sit down like an obedient girl and try to fall asleep. Stop interrupting me.»

The bluenette silently blinked her huge eyes in complete silence and the man had already decided that the child sympathized with him and decided to calm down. He didn't know yet how much he was mistaken.

The girl’s lower lip quivered, small eyebrows moved to the bridge of her nose, and her eyes began to glisten sadly from grudges. Mari burst into tears. She howled loudly, plaintively stretching out the last note and sobbing frantically. Her face turned red, and the small hands clenched in fists, trying to hit the offender. Mycroft grimaced at a scream that seemed to even knock glass out of the windows.

«Little monster», the man muttered through his teeth and, slamming the folder, rose from his seat, wanting to calm the child as soon as possible.

Time for the elder Holmes flew by imperceptibly, but very noticeably. Two hours for which it would be possible to do a lot of things, solve critical issues, were spent on futile attempts to calm a frustrated child. When she finally calmed down, sniffing, struck seven evenings, which meant the time of feeding according to the schedule given to him. Mycroft was ready to howl, trying to realize that he had been wasting almost four hours.

«Marinette Dupain-Cheng», he turned to the child as seriously as possible, holding a spoonful of porridge in front of her, «Open your mouth. Right. Now.»

Mari stubbornly looked at the man, obviously not going to give up, and giggled, reaching for his spoiled jacket with her hands. Elder Holmes was pretty shabby, his hair lost its usual business look, an expensive jacket was stained with baby puree, and his face was crooked in the most suffering of all possible grimaces.

«Okay, you win», Mycroft closed his eyes and counted to himself to three, gathering his courage and stuffing the remnants of pride to hell, «Say “aah”», he held out and smiled wryly.

The girl trembled and sobbed her nose, starting to cry again.

«I hate children», breathed Holmes and hit his forehead against the countertop.

The girl was silent. A moment of blissful silence seemed to the man an eternity, for which he was ready to give all the blessings of the world. The indistinct meow from the child's side distracted him from contemplating the wood and, looking up at the girl with a tired look, asked:

« Are you satisfied? I see that you are. How should I feed you? Do you like airplanes?», Marinette flashed happy eyes, clapping her hands.

Mycroft sighed, thinking sadly about how he could get here.

«Okay, ahem», scooping up a new spoonful of porridge, Holmes took a serious look, «B-2 bomber, asking for permission to land, open the hangar»

Giggling and blushing joyfully, the girl opened her mouth and ate half the porridge from the spoon, letting the rest go down her chin.

«And who will they grow out of you at such a pace? Destruction of the whole nation?»

The man sighed and wiped her face with a napkin. The bluenette smacked her lips joyfully, smiling. Then things went a lot more fun, and Boeing F, Saab JAS 39 Gripen, Su-30MKI and many other combat vehicles were asked for permission to land. When Holmes realized that the girl had a serious love for the laws, things got even easier, especially under the recitation of the constitution.

Mycroft and Mari gradually moved to the sofa, where the man began to read the child a new bill and soon didn't notice how he fell asleep

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The flick of the camera shutter didn't disturb either the child or the humble British government. Sherlock grinned sarcastically, hiding the dirt on his brother in his coat pocket.

Sabina and Tom smiled, looking at their happily sleeping daughter. The next day, a photo came to Mycroft's phone from which he had the opportunity to examine a pretty picture: disheveled and tired, in a dream he carefully holds Marinette, drooling on his jacket. The first thought was to strangle the brother. The second thought was the idea for a new victory. And the little Dupeng-Cheng actively participated in this idea. He grinned.

Sherlock looked bored at the wall, feeling a faint irritation.

John left a couple of hours ago, drove Rosie to school, Mrs. Hudson almost imperceptibly rustled below, preparing a new batch of cakes, and new interesting crimes never appeared.

The man gave nicotine patches with a disinterested look, a pale spot standing out on his skin. With a thoughtful grunt, the man got up from his beloved chair, thinking of taking a violin, when suddenly the buzz of the phone interrupted him.

Bending his head to one side, he quickly began combing the caller.

John forgot the phone today, Mycroft was sorting out a bunch of cases that had recently surfaced, Lestrade was actively trying to hide crimes from him (which weren't even worth Sherlock’s attention), Sabina said that they would have to participate in one of the Gala concerts, delivering their pastries, and she recently tried to find Marinette a nanny in that city, mom passed messages to him through his brother...

Sabina.

She said she would bring Mari for a short meeting, to talk about something with Mrs. Hudson. She was looking for a nanny due to the fact that Sherlock was going to plunge headlong into the work that day, where she strictly forbade him to take her daughter.

Apparently, it seems that the nanny canceled the plans at the last second and now woman agrees to anyone, who could take good care of her daughter.

At first she tried to call John, but apparently didn't get through, Mycroft wasn't even in the city, and Sherlock was the last hope.

He answered after the third beep.

«Next time I advise you to look for three people at once, who would agree to help. No, I'm not busy. No, I will not take her to investigate the crime, I din't have one. Yes, Mrs. Hudson is at home and yes, John is at work.»

After a short silence, a nervous voice rang out in the receiver.

«You really won't lead her to an investigation?»

«Really.»

«Oh, thank God. Sherlock, you are a lifesavior! I will bring her in an hour. You can’t imagine how much she wanted to see you. I hope this is not a problem, it’s so bad for me to leave her alone...», women's tone became softer and much calmer, a sigh of relief rang out in the tube.

«That's fine. We will definitely have fun.»

Sherlock hung up, peeling nicotine patches with cunning smile.

«After all, I never say anything about the morgue.»

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Marinette has always been an interesting kid.

While almost everyone hated Holmes, considering him as an arrogant moron, it was almost impossible to find someone, who would take him for an ordinary person. Yes, he had John and Rosie and he was pleased with it, in the end, he never needed someone else's attention, only a mystery, but...

It was different.

They loved listen to his conclusions, admired his thinking, obviously enjoyed dangerous situations (Rosie totally has this genetic), but that was just that.

But Marinette?

She absorbed everything that he said, his every word, thinking, conclusion, like a sponge. She remembered his actions and carefully watched his every move, intrigued by someone interesting.

And when girl turned four, she came to visit them again, and then analyzed John with slight interest, easily describing the last three hours that he spent.

Holmes then watched her almost admiringly, learning all that he had ever shown the baby. It was his way of thinking and she happily used it. The girl proudly caught shocked looks, smiling sweetly at John, who was pale with fright, and not noticing suspiciously quiet Holmes.

She took Sherlock as an example and it was an invaluable, incomparable feeling.

The bluenette wasn't afraid of blood, listened with interest to lectures on the types of ashes, considered going to the morgue as holiday, and crimes as pies. She was stubborn, arrogant and damn smart.

And Sherlock could not deny that he involuntarily saw himself in her.

Smart, but lonely, she spent all days helping at the bakery and almost crying from boredom. Holmes will never allow himself to left her alone with this problem.

Grinning, the man shook his head, heading for the shower to wash off all the smell of nicotine. Sherlock had very little time left, he needed to get Hooper to find at least something remotely worthwhile.

He heard how Mrs. Hudson, who obviously overheard the conversation, quietly poking around in the kitchen. The woman adored Marinette and actively competed with the girl’s parents in baking, inventing new recipes. Rosie admitted that she was almost jealous, but it still didn't stop the younger Watson to eat cakes with pleasure.

After leaving the shower, he changed clothes and hastened to call Molly, hoping to arrange for Netty the best detective day that could be done.

In the end, the bored baby more than deserved a good unsolved crime.

Sherlock always knew what it is when your business is taken away from you, therefore he always delimited his care of Marinette from arrogance.

When the magical terrorist, named Hawkmoth appeared in Paris, and Marinette showed up as a Ladybug, he let it go.

They had a long confrontation, screams didn't subside either on Baker Street or in the bakery in Paris, but after seeing her resolute look a week later and hearing a firm voice, he let go of it.

It was not his battle, and she already had a hunch, so he gave her her first major crime.

When Chloe attacked her and stole the work, he let it go. The bluenette was strong and cunning, she won and he was proud.

When a new girl at school called herself her best friend and lied about a relationship with him, he let it go. Marinette instantly exposed her, forcing the little fox to tighten her tail and run away for several months.

When the same girl, Lila, threatened his niece, he let it go. Marinette knew what give priority to and instantly got rid of everyone, who easily threw her away.

But when Mari was loudly and shamefully kicked out of school without the slightest evidence, research and banal verification of facts, he could not let this go.

Sherlock arrived in Paris three days later, loud and arrogant, as always, ignoring the shocked looks that cast on him.

He conducted a maximum of research, didn't sleep at night, didn't eat or drink, but dug up all the dirt, that he could find on Rossi.

The little fox, who attacked everyone whom she considered even the slightest threat, never concealed evidence, confident that her charm and lies would be enough for everyone. Unfortunately, Sherlock was immune to such nonsense, relying on facts and himself. And he was sick of Lila Rossi.

In whatever school the Italian appeared, there was a major scandal, at the end of which many of her “bullies” suddenly tragically ended up either completely alone, afraid of every person around them, or did not endure stress and passed away.

This parody of the investigation finally convinced Holmes that all people are idiots. It took him three days to collect at twenty schools, in which a small liar ever was, such huge folders of evidence that not one of them could fit on the table. And when he, with his usual disinterested face, threw these folders in front of the nose of the Italian government, the man could not help but grin.

A resentful Marinette shouted at him from the phone, that “she could have dealt with everything herself”, and a fire broke out behind him out of anger and frustration.

He was Sherlock Holmes.

And he had his own ways of raising children.

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bonbonbun-luna · 5 years ago

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Out of curiosity, other than ML, what other fandoms are you a part of?

In fact, I have BIG problems remembering the fandoms I am in. I can only remember what I watch/read(rewatch/re-read) recently:

BNHA, Lookism, Sherlock, Mystic Messenger, Supernatural(4 seasons), AtLA, Rise of the Guardians, Disney(I mean, obviously), Hamilton, SIX, Detroit: Become Human, Heathers, Harry Potter, Big Hero Six, Be More Chill, How train your dragon, Gravity Falls, Steven Universe, Over the Garden wall, Mean Girls, Haikyuu!!, Rick & Morty, Shameless(6 seasons), She-ra and the Princesses of Power, Undertale, Sailor Moon, Cardcaptor Sakura, Ouran High School Host Club, Tokyo Mew Mew, Fairy Tail, Shugo Chara!, One-Punch Man, Kirarin Revolution, Candy Candy, Kodocha...

That's all I could remember... I know and I'm sure that I was in A LOT of fandoms and was very interested in hundreds of them, but my head is completely empty...

I'm really really sorry!!! If I recall the other fandoms, I will definitely add them (｡•ﻌ•｡)

#AskBonbun #send me asks #ask me things

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bonbonbun-luna · 5 years ago

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The art job was amazing! Along with the scenery and can just feel it on Mari face. I want to beat up Bustier so badly! Hope it all get at her at the end

Thanks!

I really wanted to convey the expression on Marinette's face. She didn't cry, she wasn't sad, but she was desperate and almost gave up.

Bustier at the end totally gonna learns what real problems are and why she needed to follow established rules and not create her own. And her ability to understand people will definitely not help her anymore.

#AinP #AiP #AloneInParis

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bonbonbun-luna · 5 years ago

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Thank you for this promts!

I am going to use both, but I will try to change them as much as possible, if you don't mind, to surprise all of you guys :)

You all have amazing ideas!

The next chapter will be based on someone who was closer to Marinette and had a great influence on her, so you all will see something interesting.

Send me questions or/and requests!

#AinP #AiP #AloneInParis #ml salt

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bonbonbun-luna · 5 years ago

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Alone in Paris

Pavlovian

First chapter

Classical conditioning (also known as Pavlovian or respondent conditioning) refers to a learning procedure in which a biologically potent stimulus is paired with a previously neutral stimulus. It also refers to the learning process that results from this pairing, through which the neutral stimulus comes to elicit a response (e.g. salivation) that is usually similar to the one elicited by the potent stimulus

Caline always loved to tell everyone how much she was proud of her students.

There were never common little mouse in her class, all her children were as outstanding as possible, reaching heights that others couldn’t even dream of. Her students won all competitions, worked with many celebrities and sincerely loved her.

Oh how much these children loved her!

She always received the best gifts, was constantly thanked, the best holidays were arranged for her and they constantly talked about her. Other teachers looked enviously at Bustier, but she only smiled back.

What she never said(and of which, of course, no one knew) was that she was most proud of herself.

Because all of this, every success of her students, every smile, gain was her merit. Caline spent years to figure out how exactly she can raise children as winners. To make matters worse, her university education and all these stupid trainings never helped her advance. Yes, her students were happier, but… They were ordinary. They were not something to be proud of, they could not be boasted of, receiving envious glances and they could not be called unique.

They were ordinary children of an ordinary teacher.

And Caline didn’t want to be ordinary.

But then she got to Francois Dupont and saw what exactly could and should be done.

She saw Chloe Bourgeois.

Chloe was not your usual girl, her parents were incredible, mayor of Paris, Andre Bourgeois, and Queen of fashion Audrey, together they were more refined than the best wine, more expensive than the largest diamond, and with them Chloe herself was incredible. Everything around the little girl sparkled with gold, each person next to her was getting better, it seemed that even if she entered the puddle she would look as if she was walking along the red carpet.

She was a chance for Bustier to become unique.

It wasn’t difficult to take the girl to her class, Mr. Damocles was always worried only about profit and money, and helping the girl grow into an incredible person was even easier.

Chloe, who hadn’t seen any of her parents for years, looked at her with large wet eyes and, opening her mouth, listened and heeded to every word. She learned to behave correctly, to demand what is due to her status and to know that she better than anyone else. Looking at the affectionate Miss Bustier and confident Mr. Damocles, Chloe realized what exactly rules the world, WHO exactly rules the world.

When Caline first saw how a little girl hisses viciously at her father, proudly stamping her leg, she felt pride. And then, hearing the gratitude of Mr. Bourgeois, seeing soft smile of little Chloe, she realized that for the first time she had done everything right.

Now she knew how to raise children as winners.

No one noticed that day how Mrs. Mendeleev frowned at everything that was happening, knowing that she had no chance to confront the new teacher. Shrinking, the woman hurried to her students, trying to isolate them from all troubles, that gonna happen in the future.

Feeling for the very first time the taste of victory, Bustier was filled with energy, stroking other students with interest, like a predator prey.

She rummaged for months in tasteless dark coals to dig one diamond among them. She got her hands dirty, she waste her time, but got and got deeper until she found something perfect.

Her next unique was Max Kante.

He was the best student in the whole city, solve any problem for him was as easy as a pie. Clever beyond his years, he seemed a wise man who go to fools to solve their insignificant problems, and Caline couldn’t afford to miss this opportunity.

Max was well versed in science, but knew nothing at all about people and Bustier was about to fix it.

When she smiled sweetly at him, supporting and convincing him that he was better than others, the boy clapped his eyes in dismay, but nodded happily. Kante liked to be better, liked to understand that he couldn’t be mistaken, that others compared with him were mediocrity, and Caline gladly told him about it.

Fascinated by sweet speeches, Max transferred at first opportunity to her class, and with his arrival they began to win at every scientific contest, making Bustier smile pretty at every envious sigh she heard from other teachers.

The next one was Le Chien Kim.

Silly and slightly naive, by some miracle, he occupied record places at any olympiad, easily avoiding every opponent, perceiving everything as a game. It didn’t take Caline even a few weeks to make him realize that these were not any games, but competitions, and that he had to win.

Soon, she stood in front of other teachers, listening to Damocles praise her, and couldn’t stop smiling.

Because of this Bustier knew how to separate jewelry from fake, how to make someone shine even brighter against the dull background of others, she could easily tell which of her students was her pride, but she could never be prepared for the arrival of one Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

For some reason, the little and unprepossessing daughter of the bakers was louder and brighter than the others and this made the woman fall into a stupor. She didn’t bow her head before Chloe, easily competed in her mind with Max and without any hesitation could defeat Kim. The girl sewed wonderful costumes, incredibly drew, smiled confidently and shone brighter than she supposed to.

Marinette drew all the attention of others to herself and Caline did not like it. She earned this attention for years, she was worthy of it, and she will prove it.

Dupain-Cheng was the hardest.

She loudly scolded others at the slightest mistake, noticed any unfair privileges and never fell silent. Bustier didn’t take much time to realize that she was perfect for Chloe. Little Bourgeois often hid on other students, thereby attracting the conviction of Caline’s colleagues, so it was much easier to close any problems in the classroom.

The first quarrel between Chloe and Marinette took only two days. For the subsequent revenge on the part of the Bourgeois was need only three more.

Caline remembered the anger of Sabina and Tom, remembered how they silently took Mari home after hearing that the mayor’s daughter had attacked her and remembered how when she returned to school, Netty became incredibly quiet.

She became perfect.

All the same outstanding, attracting attention to the Bustier with her successes, but ready for anything to avoid conflicts. The bluenette dutifully bowed her head in front of Chloe, quietly remained behind the others and brought treats from the family bakery every month.

Bustier was proud of her ideal class, because now she was an ideal teacher.

Soon, Caline realized that Marinette was the way out of every problem. Chloe angry too much? Let Marinette be in the same class with her every year. No costumes for the play? Let Marinette sew them, it will be absolutely free. No food for the holidays? Marinette can cook something, her parents are the best bakers in all Paris. Soon the whole school knew about that kind student that Mrs. Bustier had, and everyone began to recognize the woman.

Everything was wonderful, until in one year Alya Cesar, the daughter of one of the main cooks in the hotel of the Bourgeois family, transferred to their school.

It was only naturally that Caline wanted to see this resolute and fiery girl as her student. But she didn’t take into account exactly how her determination can affect her ideal class. Feeling the familiar courage, Marinette easily escaped from Bustier’s control and it was practically impossible to stop her. All Caline’s dreams fell apart like a house of cards under the skillful hands of a bluenette and woman could only watch.

There was no longer an «amazing teacher Bustier», there was only «the incredible Marinette», but Caline continued to smile, gritting her teeth to a gnash. She saw that this girl didn’t care about everyone’s delightful looks, Mari was worried only about her love, and Bustier sadly thought that all this attention to the one who didn’t even want it, was simply unfair.

«Marinette made points for Jagged Stone», «Marinette won the Gabriel Agreste hat contest», «Marinette sang with Clara Nightingale». No one else now asked Bustier about her successes, no one praised her anymore, no one else envied her.

And when Caline was ready to come to terms, Lila Rossi came to them.

The daughter of an Italian diplomat, a lovely beauty, an incredible liar, and one who was able to regain control of Bustier. When Lila first spoke, Caline knew that victory was in her hands. Yes, Rossi lied to attract attention, but only in the Bustier class, under her control. And that was enough. After all, everything else was wonderful. After all, Marinette was again what it should be — quiet and invisible, but doing everything she was asked.

Caline was again an ideal teacher for her ideal class.

And when she received the news that it was her classroom representative who would communicate with Bruce Wayne’s son, Caline knew that she finally got what she deserve.

But, Miss Bustier, I cannot do this. I have a lot of tasks, I almost do not have enough time for lunch and … “The schoolgirl’s hesitant muttering was interrupted by the teacher’s voice. She did not raise her voice, did not show anger and did not even frown, but her honey-sweet voice was better than any poison. it was the tone of the owner who taught the naughty dog to obey him, and Marinette bowed her head out of habit, not daring to even jerk, her whole body was shackled for a long time by the usual shame, and fear was seated in her head

It took her only a day to contact Marinette and tell her about her new responsibilities.

«But, Miss Bustier, I can’t do this. I have a lot of tasks, I have almost no time for lunch and…»

When the quiet and correct Marinette for the first time in a year tried to object again, Bustier felt a familiar anger. This silly girl will not prevent Caline from being unique. She deserved it.

The teacher’s voice interrupted the girl’s hesitant muttering.

«Marinette, I’m disappointed. You must do this, you must set an example for others. It is your duty as a good person. Are you a good person, Marinette?»

She didn’t raise her voice, didn’t show any anger, and didn’t even frown, but her honey-sweet timbre was better than any poison. It was the tone of the owner who taught the naughty dog to obey him, and Marinette out of habit bent her head, not daring to even jerk. Her whole body was shackled for a long time by the usual shame, and fear settled in her head.

«Of course, Mrs. Bustier», the girl whispered softly.

Caline smiled.

Everything was as it should be.

And while the happy teacher was packing in her class, Marinette looked fearfully at the open

And while Marinette, holding her tears, slowly trudged home, in the Metropolis Damian Wayne and Jonathan Kent, trying not to attract attention, quietly talked about whether it was worth chating with a student from France, not knowing that Lois and Clark with each of their attempts to find something about Paris is becoming more and more interested in it.

What do you think about this chapter guys? How do you like the picture? I tried to draw in the style of ML, I hope that came out. Do you have any ideas for paring? Who I should ship Mari with?

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bonbonbun-luna · 5 years ago

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For your interest IRT Marinette shipping in AiP Jon/Damien/Marinette?

Yes, I actually considered it! I also think about Marinette/Billy, so I have four shipping options so far. In fact, if you guys have any ideas for paring in AinP or you like one of the ones I'm thinking about right now, please tell me!

#maribat #daminette #jonette #marijon #AinP #AloneInParis

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bonbonbun-luna · 5 years ago

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Cool! Can you do a crossover/AU where Marinette a Youtuber, by secret, like just a hobby/second job. But know one knows it hurt since she never show her face since she wears a mask and such. Became friends with many Youtubers, even Markiplier and Game Grumps even argues about adopting her. Then get worried about their “little bug” and learned about some not happy things with about the school, a video of Chat being well not cool and the lies of this liar...Team Miraculous YouTubers!

I hope you gonna like it! This is non-magical AU and I don’t really watch the american youtube(Maybe only Pewds), but if you like it, I’ll write the second part where Marinette will interact with them! Send me more requests guys (ฅ･ิω･ิฅ)

Marinette sighed in disappointment, looking at the trending tab.

The video «Ladybug and I are soulmates» has gained over ten million views and an incredible amount of likes over the past six hours. Reading the comments in which the loyal fans of Chat Noir called her a blind idiot, Mari could hardly hold back her tears.

This has been going on for two years already.

She started making videos three years ago, hiding her true identity with a mask, lenses and a nickname. This should never have become a big deal, but a month after the first video, which somehow magically gained 400,000 views(Mari was sure that her uncle Jagged Stone was involved in this), Netty decided to make another one, finally buying new equipment and completely hiding her room so that no one could recognize it.

Parents watched her with interest, quietly supporting and sincerely rejoicing in their daughter's new ineres.

Sabina couldn't stop smiling, thinking that this year was the best for her baby girl. Her precious daughter finally made friends, scared off her bully, met many celebrities, fell in love and even found a new hobby. Tom cautiously touched all the equipment Marinette bought, being afraid to break something with his big hands.

Blunette ran excitedly, trying to cover the bright pink walls with a peach-colored material. The installation of the camera was difficult for the girl, but she managed, from time to time hissing viciously at interested parents scurrying around her room. When everything was ready, the Netty started the video in dismay, awkwardly waving her hand.

In her hands bluenette held a recently sewn dress, nervously touching the voluminous petticoat. Each time the light hit the skirt, viewers could notice a pattern in the form of birds surrounded by flowers.

Trying to smile boldly, Mari introduced herself as Ladybug and told that she was holding a costume for Clara Nightingale last performance. Gradually, Marinette became more confident, because she finally could talk about what she likes, forgetting about her worries. Smiling proudly, Netty brought the camera closer to the pattern, talking about how she had spent weeks embroidering it. Giggling, she showed fingers injured by a needle and admitted that she was sincerely proud of what she got in result. At the end of the video, she put on a dress on a mannequin and showed every detail, describing the work on it. Standing behind the camera, Netty wished everyone a good evening and shouted «Bugout!», finishing the video.

With the help of her clients, who actively talked about their favorite designer, and Clara Nightingale, who admitted that she wanted to give Marinette the main role in her clip, the video instantly gained a million views, causing the whole school to buzz with delight, and asking her fans(God, she had fans!!!) to make a new video.

It was stupid, but Marinette squealed almost a few hours in a row, excitedly jumping around the room. Sabina and Tom, selling pastries below, actively distracted frightened customers. Awareness of how happy their daughter was, warmed the hearts of loving parents and they couldn't stop smiling.

The realization that she was a celebrity came to Mari only when her best friend Alya started a blog about her, trying to reveal her true identity. After an attempt to credibly rejoice over Cesaire, the embarrassed but determined Netty set about writing the script and release dates for the commercials. It took her almost two weeks, but it was worth it, because at the end she had a normalized schedule and she finally clearly knew what she was going to talk about.

The third Marinette's video, in which she showed and described in detail the work on the cover of the album of Jagedd Stone, attracted the attention of the famous youtuber Chat Noir. The playfully grinning blond admitted in one of his videos that he was beginning to hate his popularity and it was the inspirational speeches of the little seamstress that made him stay. In the end, he winked flirtingly, asking the girl for an autograph. A few hours after the release of his video several thousand grateful fans signed up on her channel, and all the comments yelled that she was their savior. Smiling like an idiot, she tried to answer everyone, quietly rejoicing that she was able to help someone. The number of her subscribers rapidly increased to 800,000 and she couldn't stop excitedly rushing to the phone with every notification.

At one such happy moment instead of another comment she saw a message from Chat Noir. Blushing and goosebumps, she read about how he would like to work with her, and girl couldn't stop giggling. Trying to hold the phone with trembling hands, she quickly agreed, screeching into the pillow from shock. If she only knew back then what exactly would bring this to her...

Two weeks later they first met each other. The guy smiled playfully when he saw Ladybug, and instead of shaking hands he kissed her hand. Instinctively, the girl pushed him away and shook her head.

«Borders, kitty, borders».

Chat Noir laughed and invited her inside his studio. During the video recording, the young man actively flirted and involuntarily Marinette freed herself and began to respond to flirt. The blonde seemed to her as a long-drawn-out friend and she felt absolutely free with him. Needless to say, the video has become damn popular, forcing fans to wonder if they was dating.

The bluenette immediately began to deny everything, saying that this was their first meeting and they were just acquaintances, to which she received a promise from Chat Noir that he would soon become her boyfriend. Back then Marinette ignored this comment, dismissing it as a silly joke, but now she could not help but regret it.

The girl rubbed her eyes tiredly, looking displeased at the time. The clock showed that there were four hours left before school and Netty couldn't help but regret that she had not gone to bed earlier. She was sure that at school she would face another batch of charges, and therefore sighed wearily.

Eight months ago Lila Rossi came to school. She was an obsessive liar, actively manipulating everyone she met. On the very first day, she began to claim that she was Ladybug's best friend, confidentially reporting that she had introduced the youtuber to Jagged Stone. Smiling brazenly, she said that half of the costume ideas belonged to her. Boiling with anger, Marinette tried to tell everyone about her lies, but her classmates was instantly turned on, calling her a bully.

Now, when the school was a clan by the board of this cunning fox, who took control of even the principal Mr. Damocles, it was almost impossible for a bluenette to study. Every day was like a bad drama when she was accused of every crime that could be.

Sometimes, when Marinette was tired, she began to talk about her problems with her friends from youtube.

«It's almost impossible, 'ya know. When I go to school I am among idiots with one brain cell, and when I record a video, I endure the harassment of this moron Noir. Who am I now, a Wonder Woman?»

She never noticed the worried glances that threw at her, so she had no idea that soon there was a surprise waiting for her.

In the afternoon, trying to endure the ridicule of her classmates, she consoled herself with the fact that the weekend would begin very soon.

«Wow, you sigh so tiredly. Being such a bully is probably so hard», a sarcastic voice sounded nearby.

Turning her head, she noticed a gloomy Alya, who put her hands on her hips. Behind Cessarie stood scared and embarrassed Nino, and Adrian's head could be seen behind his shoulder. Seeing Mari’s resolve, Agreste shook his head in condemnation. Can't Marinette just calm down? All she needs is to become friends with Lila and then all the problems will end.

«What do you need, Alya? I'm tired and want to relax», the bluenette snorted, rolling her eyes and looking calmly at her ex-friends.

Alya angrily clapped her hands on the table, her eyes burned with a fire of justice.

«What do I need? What do YOU need from Lila? Stop bullying her! She never did to you anything bad, and you continue to cling to a good person because of your jealousy!»

Marinette grimaced, squeezing the bridge of her nose with two fingers.

«I have no idea what you're talking about, Alya! I haven’t talked with Rossi for more than three months!»

Lila, sitting at the first desk, sobbed, innocently opening her tear-stained eyes.

«Marinette, how can you lie like that! Yesterday you deleted all my contacts! How do I get in touch with my bestie, Ladybug? She recently moved to New York!»

Alya looked sadly at her friend, wanting to console her, and then turned to Netty, her eyes flashing viciously.

«I can't believe you, Dupain-Cheng! You are even worse than Chloe! How can you-», the girl’s fiery speech was interrupted by the shocked Miss Bustier, who flew into the classroom.

The woman looked around the class worryingly, and after she found out someone, who she was looking fir, her a thin, frightened voice attracted the class attention.

«Marinette, I... He... Um... There is someone at school who wants to meet you».

Immediately after the words was said, the happy Jagged Stone ran into the class. A tired Penny was trailing behind him, who noticing Mari, waved her hand.

«Netty! My beloved niece! I'm so glad to see you, dear», the man sang, jumping to the end of the class in an instant.

A pale Lila stood next to him, trying to hide, but she was stopped by Alya, who grabbed the girl by the hand. Frightened, Rossi swallowed a lump in her throat.

«Jagged Stone? Excuse me, aren't you recognize Lila? She saved your kitten, remember?».

The rock star made the most astonished grimace that he was capable of, forcing Marinette to hide her face in her hands, expecting something not that good.

«She did what? The last time I saw any cats was in my grandmother's house, at least twenty years back.» The man grinned maliciously, and then, ignoring the dumbfounded faces of the children around, he again turned to the embarrassed bluenette.

«My dear designer, there are several people who would like to talk with you! They need your knowledge and talent.»

«Uncle G, I can’t, I have a school!»

Mrs. Bustier spoke again, awkwardly clearing throat.

«Actually, we got a note from your parents, Marinette. It seems you really can go»

Jagged giggled like a small kid and excitedly handed Mari into Penny's arms, who led the girl out of class, quietly apologizing and explaining the whole situation. Jagged smiled sweetly, and then looked predatoryly at the class teacher.

«By the way, haven't I mentioned that there are a few people who want to meet some more from your class?»

Kids whispered excitedly, hoping that they would be lucky one. The man smirked viciously, laying documents on the tables in front of Mrs. Bustier, Lila, Alya and Adrian. The teacher immediately picked up the sheets in her hands, reading what was written on them, and then fell into a chair, unable to stand on staggering legs. It seemed that a little more and she would faint from shock.

«What is it?», Adrian asked frowningly, frowning.

«This is a lawsuit, Mr. Agreste. For you personally, this is a lawsuit about harassment and a restraining order».

«But I did nothing wrong!», the blond guy screamed indignantly, frowning displeasedly.

«Really? But it seemed to me that when you put on a mask and start calling yourself a Chat Noir, you stop respecting woman's rights and understanding the word 'no'»

Smiling coldly at the frightened schoolchildren, Jagged left the classroom, leaving chaos and drama behind. The man didn't care, he hurried to his wife Penny and his beloved niece, Marinette.

Today will be a wonderful day.

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