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Chapter 5: Upheaval

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Coccinella was the talk of the school the next day, the video having been posted early that morning. Lila found it all very uncomfortable, the attention being on her but not her her.

Marinette on the other hand was glad to see that the foundation she had laid worked out well, everything was set for her next move.

- ☆ -

The akuma was easy for the heroes to beat, too easy. Coccinella looked experienced and prepared, quashing and doubt that Parisians had in her.

Some were even calling for Coccinella to replace Ladybug permanently.

Adrien hated those comments, he couldn't bear the thought of his lady feeling unwanted. The change with a temporary hero was already too much, at least Hawkmoth would never change from his demands for the miraculous, Adrien was thankful for that constant.

Marinette sat, hoping she had pulled off creating a mimicry of Hawkmoth's akumas well enough to not tip off Chat Noir that something was amiss. Civilians wouldn't notice, they didn't deal with akumas up close, but Chat Noir did and she could only hope that Ladybug's supposed injury distracted him from paying too much attention.

- ☆ -

"What do I do next?"

"You need to get closer to Chat, drop hints that Ladybug misses him and feed him fake information about his 'Lady'. Lull him into a false sense of security."

"What for? I don't think he'll follow you, he's too busy playing hero."

"How would you feel about getting a new pet?"

"He'd beat me in a fight, I couldn't pull this off"

"Don't worry my daffodil, after all, there's more than one way to skin a cat."

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Chapter 4: Fresh Faces

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Lila stood by the stairwell, bouquet of blue hyacinths clutched to her chest, trying not to give away any sign of her anxiety. She nearly leapt out of her skin when an airy voice from behind her spoke.

"Good morning, my precious daffodil~" The voice purred.

Lila whirled around to come face to face with Marinette, butterfly miraculous fastened to the white bow at the end of the braid she had over one shoulder.

"H-hi" Lila squeaked out, offering the bouquet to the shorter girl. A part of her seeing Marinette in a new light, fear and awe mixing. The girl she had tormented had been so much more than she expected and for the first time she felt entirely unsure of herself.

Marinette took the flowers and smiled, almost looking like she had when Lila had first arrived and Francois-Dupont, before pulling a small drawstring pouch out of her pocket.

"Business time, these are yours, your first move should be to find Alya sometime and introduce yourself. Say that Ladybug suffered an accident and picked you as her replacement. Gain the ladybloggers trust and then and only then should you contact Chat Noir."

Lila blinked, processing the information before nodding.

“Will I have a name? Or should I come up with one myself?” Lila asked, tilting her head to the side.

“You may pick your own, now we must continue as we were. We don’t interact during school.” Marinette handed Lila's phone back to her, having swiped it and entered her contact information without her noticing.

-☆-

"So if you'll be standing in for Ladybug for the foreseeable future, what should we call you?" Alya asked, excitement bubbling in her voice.

"You may call me Coccinella" The woman in the spotted mask replied, flipping her ponytail over her shoulder before swinging off into the night.

She stood atop the Eiffel Tower and looked out across the city, a white butterfly landing on her shoulder.

Paris was in for a treat, because there were new players on the board.

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Chapter 3: True Loyalties

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She crouched in the darkness, watching for an opening. Her careful planning had led her to the conclusion that Gabriel removed the miraculous. She held her breath as she swung in and snatched the small box containing her prize, before quickly escaping back into the night.

Upon landing in her room, she released her transformation and called forth the butterfly kwami. Tikki’s insistence that she bring the miraculous directly to the guardian disappearing, as Marinette removed the earrings and placed them in a small drawstring bag.

- ☆ -

A familiar butterfly fluttered towards Lila and merged with her earring, a pleasant voice instructing her to follow the butterfly to a nearby rooftop garden.

All hesitance evaporated once she reached the garden and saw the most beautiful girl she had ever seen sitting in the center.

The girl, clad in flowing iridescent fabrics with creeping black detailing, giving the impression that her dress was made from butterfly wings. Her black hair hung loose by her shoulders and glinted all colors in the light, giving it the appearance of an oil slick.

"You're not Hawkmoth." Lila stated, not sure how to approach the radiant girl.

"No, I am Proserpina, and I want to make a deal with you" the girl's soft yet strong voice made Lila want to listen, to follow her to the ends of the Earth.

"What kind of deal are we talking about?" Lila asked, wrinkling her nose in distrust.

“Join me and I can guarantee you get the power you seek, but show any sign of betrayal and i’ll make sure you never see a scrap of success” the threat came off just as lightly as the rest of her statement.

“You’ll give me power to get rid of those who doubt me?” she asked.

“You’re thinking too small my daffodil, I have the resources to make you successful beyond your lies. I just ask you pledge your undying loyalty to me.” She wanted to listen, to obey but she couldn't give in immediately, she wasn't weak.

"And you’ll really do that? honestly how gullible do you think I am?” Her snappish response brought a small smile to Proserpina's face, putting Lila at ease.

"If you agree I would approach you tomorrow as myself and present you with a miraculous, but if you’re not interested in my bargain I will find another.” she shifted, preparing to rise from her seat on the stone bench.

Lila rocked back on her heels, she wouldn’t pass this opportunity up for the world; the most beautiful girl she had ever seen offering her power? Not to mention that Proserpina had already relieved Hawkmoth of his miraculous and apparently had another to give to her.

Lila knelt before Proserpina, and pressed the back of her hand to her brow.

“As long as I live I serve you. I am yours, Proserpina.”

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Chapter 2: Cat and Mouse

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She’d managed to arrive early for once, having wanted a change to reflect her newfound status within the school’s social hierarchy.

Gone were the pigtails and accents of soft pink she had favored, her classmates expected a bully and she would happily oblige them.

She was ready, she could do this, but what she hadn’t prepared for was Lila being just as early.

“Marinette, I love the outfit! So much better than those tacky pinks!” a saccharine voice cried. Marinette rolled her eyes at the backhanded compliment and turned to face the girl, a fake smile plastered on her face.

“Oh hi Lila! I didn’t think anybody else would be in the locker room this early, but I really dont have time to chat, I was heading to the library.” Marinette lied smoothly, trying to cleanly extract herself from the situation.

“Not so fast. I know you're like me" Lila moved to block the closest exit.

Sighing, Marinette switched tactics, opting to unnerving the taller girl enough to get past her.

"Oh no Lila, we're not similar at all. I'm much better at this than you are, so get out of my way before I get annoyed"

"What are you going on about you freak? I've already made it clear, keep quiet or you'll lose everything!" Lila snapped, shifting away from the door, visibly shaken by Marinette's shift in behavior.

"As you wish~" She drawled, pushing past Lila and making her way into the hall.

-☆-

"Pound it!"

Marinette waited until Chat ran off to detransform before leaping up to a nearby rooftop and chasing after the purified akuma.

She darted behind a rooftop as she watched it disappear into a window in the back of the Agreste manor.

She laughed darkly as she ran across the skyline back towards her balcony, suspicions confirmed.

This wouldn't be hard. Either Gabriel would give her what she wanted or she would take it by force.

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Chapter 1: Villain at Heart

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She could do so many things with the butterfly, it was only a matter of time. Patience was a key that opened all doors, and Marinette was very good at waiting.

Alya was a blessing, she gave a reason for her to finally bite back at Chloe, without appearing to just snap. However, Alya was also a nuisance, a test of her patience. The reporter always insisted on doing what she believed to be in Marinette's best interest. Her attempts were laughable in reality, how could you act on the behalf of someone you knew nothing about?

Things were going well, not without hiccups, but well nonetheless. Gabriel Agreste was just as cold towards his son as he was towards the press, but that could be worked around. Lila threw a wrench into her plans.

'I only tell people what they want to hear'

Marinette wasn't unfamiliar with the sentiment, she of course, only told people what they expected to hear. In the end it wasn't an issue, it saved her from having to interact with her annoying classmates constantly, and her target, Adrien, knew the "truth".

Marinette hummed to herself as she sketched out designs for her suit. She liked being Ladybug, it gave her an outlet to utilize her planning skills without needing to hide them.

Her partner was interesting enough, he would clearly go to the ends of the Earth for her and she enjoyed pulling at that bond just enough to see him squirm.

Yes, being Ladybug was all well and good but it didn't provide her the power and control she was seeking, so while the butterfly miraculous would. Hawkmoth would fall and Proserpina would take his place.

No, Marinette wasn't afraid to play the villain, it’s what she was always meant to do.

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Long May She Reign Masterpost

A New Butterfly

Chapter 1: Villain at Heart

Chapter 2: Cat and Mouse

Chapter 3: True Loyalties

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Good to be Bad [6]

Based on this post by @musicfeedsmysoul12

Warning: This story will be rated Mature for mild sexual content and violence, it also contains JayTim, dead dove do not eat and all that.

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“This is MDC’s direct number, may I ask who’s calling?” Tim is answering the phone while Marinette is fully occupied with sewing tiny kryptonite beads into an intricate pattern on the lapels of a dark grey jacket.

“I have to speak with Marinette.” A woman’s accented voice, impatient.

“Ma'am, please if you could just give your name I’ll have her contact you once she’s available.”

“Put me on speaker.” Tim sighs, complying. He’s played retail employee enough to know there was no winning here. The woman speaks in rapid Arabic and Tim is shocked by how Marinette’s head snaps up from her work, eyes wild. Tim’s Arabic is shaky at best, but he catches the sentence ��He will be turning twelve’ before Marinette frantically ties off the thread she was holding and snatches the phone from him.

She takes the rest of the call on the balcony and he can’t catch any of the rest of the conversation, she was oddly careful about making sure none of the call could be overheard or lip read.

—

Jason was livid, these bastards had the nerve to brand Tim and expect to get away with it. The green fog in his mind sang the song of bloodshed, demanded retribution. He was following the leader of the Crows, trailing her through back alleys and slowly creeping closer to where Tim was trailing Ladybug’s patrol route. Jason's heart jumped into his throat as he watched the woman scale a fire escape and crouch on a rooftop that was adjacent to one Ladybug would be passing within the next few minutes. Red Hood took up a position on the edge of the rooftop, watching the figure.

The figure made a sudden movement and a hand shot out, roughly shoving him to the ground. Barely a second later the gunshot rang out and he saw Ladybug stumble back. Two more bullets hit her before she launched herself onto the opposing roof and kicked her assailant square in the face.

Stray landed next to Jason, eyes locked onto the fight. He was clearly analyzing every move that either of them made, but something was off. And then he’s hissing through his teeth, strained and frantic whispers.

“We have to get out of here. Now.”

“What?”

“This is a staged fight, they knew we were there, we need to leave.”

When they’re back in the safe house Jason unceremoniously drops his helmet to the floor. Tim is berating himself, he’d seen the Bats do similar things, he should have known, he should have been perfect. He sinks to the floor and just stares into the distance, managing one statement before devolving into incoherence.

“Jason? The lead Crow has white hair.”

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Good to be Bad [5]

Based off this post by @musicfeedsmysoul12

Warning: This story will be rated Mature for mild sexual content and violence, dead dove do not eat and all that.

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Gabriel Agreste was many things, but blind was not one of them. A year and a half ago he had first met MDC and one thing was abundantly clear, she and Ladybug were one in the same. MDC had bought Gabriel. An honest to god upstart designer had bought his company and didn’t even have the decency to force him out. He worked for her now, running the public side of MDC.

“Marinette.”

“Gabriel.”

Such was their ritual. On the 16th of every month they met for brunch. Some of it was business, some of it was simply company with the only other person who knew.

“Luthor likes the suit, thank you for your idea.”

“Marinette, credit where it is due, Luthor would have liked anything you designed, I just made it more functional.”

“I assume you’ll handle the shipment? I don’t think customs is going to appreciate ‘experimental materials’”

“I’ll make sure everything is straightened out.”

“Did you know Paris is playing host to two of Gotham’s rogues?”

“Is it?”

“Two of the fashionably bearable at least, I had a run in with Red Hood and Stray the other night.”

Gabriel stayed silent, watching the woman pace in front of the window. He knew not to interrupt her thinking. Just as the clock chimed 12, she turned to look at him and spoke, “I have fabric shopping to get done, remember, no matter what these Gothamites threaten, we pay protection to The Crows for a reason.”

Marinette left and Gabriel finally sunk into a chair, fingertips pressing at his temples. Dealing with the new criminal underworld that had cropped up in Paris was a pain. They called themselves The Crows, some nonsense about the bird being a predator of ladybugs, and had been breathing down the neck of any successful business in the city. Neither the police nor Ladybug could reign them in, but they were stable for the most part, if Gotham’s crime bosses were going to come in and stir up trouble then it was going to be a bloodbath.

—

Tim was frustrated. He'd known there was some criminal underworld in Paris, but he hadn't known it was quite so extensive or powerful. So now he found himself face to face with the elusive leader of The Crows, naturally.

“Hello Stray. I see you're burning one of your nine lives to make it here. Brave.”

“You know that cats eat birds, right?”

“There hasn't been a cat in this city for years, and we intend to keep it that way.”

The leader always spoke like that, referring to the gang as a whole. From what he could tell the leader was a slight woman, but no other information could be gleaned. Her face was covered by a black plague doctor mask and she was covered completely by her dark outfit. In a way she did resemble a bird, especially with the feathers that adorned her ensemble, but there was a hint of gold along the seam of one of her gloves, probably a concealed weapon if he had to guess.

“Well Miss Crow, this is fun, but not how I wanted to spend my night. Don't you have a bug to catch?”

“Why would we bother? She's not exactly hard to find, and she's surely distracted with her current project.”

The tone of her voice chilled Stray’s blood, this woman knew Ladybug’s identity, she knew and that terrified him. Sure he and Jason knew, but in the end they'd never use that against Marinette. He got the feeling that The Crows had no such morals. He felt the heat of the brand before he was told about it, and didn't really listen to the purpose, he was far too distracted by the searing pain behind his ear. The next thing he knew, his restraints were cut and the warehouse was once again abandoned.

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"Natural predators of ladybugs"

"How long does it take to bleed out"

"French emergency number"

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I just read all of your Red Bug stuff and, in the first post, “Jason’s not happy about it but he’s not going to let anyone else do it” made me think just: Jason- you’re a shithead for picking kids to be heros. Fu- if you don’t think you can be Tikki’s holder, I can find another if you so wish. Jason- No, fuck off *holding Tikki close*

Pretty much!

Red Bug and Noire AU

Fu regrets his slip up, Jason isn't as cooperative as Marinette and probably shouldn't be the Ladybug holder

Jason disagrees, he's great at this even if he's not the most orthodox in his solutions

He's also incredibly angry when he finds out that Mari was supposed to get the earrings

"You were going to give a child the artifact that forces them into a leadership position and to take charge in combat? You were going to give that to a child with no combat experience? If not for the laws of this land I would have slaughtered you."

Jason doesn't so much seek Fu for counsel as much as he tells him he's gonna do something. Fu is busy? Jason has snuck in and taken what he needed from the miracle box, he left a note, probably. Fu will get sporadic texts from Jason with shit like "bullets work on akumas but only when I'm transformed"

Marinette never has to meet Fu because Jason communicates with his team.

Luka does meet Fu once by accident, he's in the cafe chastising Jason for some violent action against an akuma. Jason introduces Fu as his "shitty grandfather, not to be confused with his shitty father or shitty adoptive father"

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Good to be Bad [4]

Based on this post by @musicfeedsmysoul12

Warning: This story will be rated Mature for mild sexual content and violence, dead dove do not eat and all that.

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The brick dug into her back, but she didn’t care. She was too focused on the hands in her hair, the softness of his lips, the words being murmured in her ear, the chime of a bell- there chime of a bell!

Marinette woke suddenly to her phone going off. It was 7:45, which meant she had 15 minutes to pull herself together before Timothy showed up.

At exactly 8 there was a knock at the door before it was opened. Marinette was standing in the kitchen, waiting for her coffee to brew.

“Good morning Ms. DC, I brought breakfast.” He set down the bag on the counter.

“Please just call me Marinette and I’ll just call you Tim, formal stuff makes me feel old.”

He cast a smile at her before moving to the table to set up his laptop. As she was pouring herself a cup of coffee he took the opportunity to take a picture of her outfit and sent it to Jason. The look was undeniably Red Hood inspired, from the black and red camouflage cargo pants to the leather jacket and completed with a red bandanna around her hair. He wished he could see Jason’s reaction, but he had things to get done.

“So today it says you should finalize the details on X’s design. Who is X?”

“What color is it in?”

“Bright green.”

“Oh. That'd be Lex Luthor, sorry about my shorthand.”

“It’s alright, I’m more concerned about the all day appointment tomorrow that just says ‘bastard brunch’” Marinette flinched and spilled some of her coffee.

“That’s tomorrow?? Tomorrow is the 16th?”

“Yes, what’s wrong?”

“Time is just.. getting away from me I guess. Congratulations, you can either have the day off tomorrow or come meet the world’s worst father.”

“I thought your dad was the nice baker?”

“Oh, he's not my father. He was my best friend's.”

“I'm sorry to hear that, but I'm afraid I already know two pretty terrible fathers, so I doubt this guy could be any worse.”

She hit him with an icy glare that had a chill running down his spine before she went back to staring into her coffee.

“Take the day off, go do something touristy with your fiancé.”

He couldn’t help but notice that over the three days that he’d worked for her that she used that word often, like she was reminding herself of something.

-

“So how was work?”

“Did you know that our designer does commissions for supervillains? Because I certainly didn’t.”

“What? Like who?”

“Lex Luthor apparently. I got a look at the designs too, there's going to be kryptonite and kevlar woven into the suit itself.”

“Whoa. Do you think she knows?”

“Probably not? No idea, it wasn't labeled as kryptonite in the notes but it couldn't be anything else.”

Tim curled into his boyfriend’s side, sighing. “We’re not going out tonight, she’s got some meeting tomorrow that’s gonna be rough on her I think.”

“Really? With who? Chat Noir’s dad I assume, which has got to be Gabriel Agreste. I can’t figure out why she hates him, so that’s gonna bother me forever.”

“You overthink everything. But enough about that, let’s talk about me.”

Tim laughed and elbowed him in the ribs, rolling out of his embrace.

“Oh yeah? What did you think of her outfit?”

“She was just breathtaking, pretty sure it made me experience a new emotion.”

“What, you discover horny 2?”

“I am going to beat you to death.”

“Do it, you won't, I'm the only thing standing between you and tax evasion charges.”

“Ah yes, that's why I keep you around, tax reasons. You're such a dork, I love you.”

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Are you still doing Red Bug and Noire AU? What would happen during Dark Cupid?

Yes I am! I haven’t gotten many prompts for it as of late and I’m working on the reveal fic at the moment.

Red Bug and Noire AU

Chloe tries to let him down easier, saying that she likes girls

Prompting disbelief from Kim because he’s like “you can do that??? Why did nobody tell me!!!”

Kim gets mad, he was projecting onto an unobtainable asshole and then suddenly finds out he could have been trying to romance his nerdy bro instead, but then the Internalized Homophobia ™ kicks in, cue hawkmoth

Kim didn’t feel like he could express his love so now nobody can! Get fucked. Dark Cupid pretty much proceeds as in canon

Jason is a sucker for literature and figures out the whole “true loves kiss” thing easily, which mildly annoys him, but a show of love isn't always romantic, he's seen Frozen

Noire is like "I hate you, die." and he just bear hugs her and kisses the top of her head. We stan a good big brother

Chloe and Marinette go get milkshakes. Jason watches Luka play a concert and pretends to not have a huge crush on him.

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Good to be Bad [3]

Based off this post by @musicfeedsmysoul12

Warning: This story will be rated Mature for mild sexual content and violence, dead dove do not eat and all that. Warning for mentions of character death in this chapter.

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She’s on patrol when the alarm at a small art gallery goes off a block away from her. She’s on the roof of the shop when she’s knocked off her feet by a shadow. She’s trying to regain her bearings when the most pleasant voice she has ever heard speaks.

“Now what have I caught?” The voice was a playful purr, smooth and deep, it reminded her of how siren songs were described in mythology.

“Who the hell are you?” She packs all her frustration into those words, giving the shadow a glare. Not an akuma, those were never this subtle, but still not a normal Parisian criminal.

“Me?” He stepped out of the shadows, allowing the heroine to see him for the first time, “I’m Stray, I’ll be disappointed if my reputation doesn't precede me.”

Her breath caught in her throat, she knew who he was, but how much he looked like Chat Noir hit her hard, and sent her spiraling into her worst memories.

-

She had brought an orange tulip to his grave, his favorite flower. Gabriel stood next to her, the air heavy between them.

“Do you have it?”

“No. I buried it with him. I can't go on, and not just because the Miraculous was taken. I was a bad father, but it was never my intention to be cruel.”

“Does your little protege know that the ring is now unobtainable?”

“I don't think she'd care. She didn't have a wish, only a desire to be rid of you. The hit that killed him was meant for you.” Bitterness tinged his words, and she understood, it was because of her that Adrien was dead.

“I know, and I wish he hadn't been so dedicated to protecting me.”

Gabriel sighed, the once mighty man humbled.

“I can’t hate you. Lord knows I’ve tried. You made him happier than I ever could, and you’re sparing me now, even if I don’t deserve it. I am in your debt.”

“Just go to therapy Gabriel, don’t fuck up your second chance.”

She left the graveyard, managing to make it to the church bell tower before she broke down into tears.

-

“You broke her. Stray you said two sentences to her and already broke her, wow.” The addition of a new voice ripped her from the vortex of memories and jolted her back into the present. A new figure, a larger man in a leather jacket and helmet, was standing at Stray’s side.

“So to what pleasure do I owe the crime bosses of Gotham visiting my city?” She manages to hiss out, readjusting her position to be able to retreat at any sign of motion. Everyone knew that Red Hood didn’t exactly fight fair.

“We happen to be here for business, but now I might just stay if you keep directing your sharp words at me.” Stray’s tone was far too casual to be accompanied by the look he gave her and the words he said. He stepped away from Red Hood, sauntering over to her. He looked down at her, smirking, before lightly gripping her chin and tilting it upwards. Rooted to the spot and staring into Stray’s eyes, she didn’t notice that Red Hood had moved until she felt his words against her ear, making the hair on the back of her neck stand on end.

“Gorgeous and mean aren't you, princess? I wonder what else that wicked mouth of yours can do.”

It was then that Marinette stopped functioning altogether, luckily for her, Red Hood had stepped out of her space, allowing her to use her yoyo to grapple onto the adjacent building and disappear for the night. She had some choices to reconsider and a very, very cold shower to take.

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Good to be Bad [2]

Based off this post by @musicfeedsmysoul12

Warning: This story will be rated Mature for mild sexual content and violence, dead dove do not eat and all that.

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—

“Got everything?”

“Yeah I’ve got this.”

“Run through it for me then.”

“Always the details with you, fine. It’s always been my dream to move to Paris, you are my fiancé and we finally saved up to move into a small apartment in the 16th arrondissement, across the Seine from where Marinette lives in the 15th. We met in college at Gotham University, you were working on your Administrative Assistance and Secretarial Science degree, while I was an English major. We met in the Library when you spilled your iced coffee on my copy of The Picture of Dorian Gray. I dropped out to support you after a falling out with your father caused him to stop funding your college. That everything?”

“Yep, you're a perfect actor. Make sure to set up my computer at the apartment, I have a meeting with my new boss.”

—

Marinette sat at the cafe table and nibbled at her scone, leg nervously bouncing as she waited. She was facing away from the door because she knew herself and if she’d been facing the door she’d have been looking up every three seconds. The downside was that she didn’t see the -objectively gorgeous- man until he sat down across from her, smiling softly.

“Timothy Drake, a pleasure to meet you Ms. DC”

“Oh! Hi, sorry it’s been a long week.”

He quirked an eyebrow, amusement playing on his features, “It’s Monday.”

“It is? Yikes.”

“Well, I hope I can help with relieving some of your stress Miss.”

“Please, call me Marinette,” she smiled at him, “I don’t really do formalities, side effect of working with rock stars.”

They’d already discussed the details of the job over email, so the meeting was a social affair if anything, but Marinette was a bit distracted by Timothy’s little touches, a brush of the fingers, their knees knocking together, a subtle motion that left his hand on her forearm. She stared at his hand during the last one, and he recoiled guiltily.

“Sorry about that, my fiancé says I don’t have the greatest concept of personal space, if I ever make you uncomfortable, please let me know.”

Something in Marinette deflates, she’s been alone for so long now, human contact outside of business is scarce and she’s a bit concerned to realize that this man she’s only known for a week had found a place in her heart already.

As she bids him farewell and makes her way back to her apartment she sighs. Timothy was gorgeous in a graceful way, an androgynous beauty to him. It’s impossible in every way, he is engaged and she is his boss, she would never take advantage of her power over someone, but there is a part of her mourning what could never have been.

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[fics-by-maria]

Good to be Bad [1]

Based on this post by @musicfeedsmysoul12

Warning: This story will be rated Mature for mild sexual content and violence, dead dove do not eat and all that.

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“Bug out!”

The video ended there, the girl in red swinging away. Jason looked at his boyfriend quizzically.

“So why should I care about some random superhero?”

“Well..” Tim drawled, “I think she’s very cute, and oh so talented.”

“Should I be worried pussy cat?”

“ Terrified. I want to add her to my little collection. And I know she’s your type. So I propose this, a game if you will, we spend a limited time in Paris. If we can corrupt the Bug we get to keep her. If not… I’ll get you anything you want.”

“And if that’s-“

“Bruce’s head mounted next to the Joker’s? Yes.”

“Deal, we’ll be in Paris for two months. What makes you so sure that you can corrupt our little hero?”

“She’s been fighting for 9 years, with no progress. There’s only so long someone can play nice before they start to crack.”

Jason pulled the smaller man into his lap and nuzzled into his neck, talking against the faded marks there, “You’re so smart babe, what would I do without you?”

Tim smirked and trailed a nail down Jason's jaw, and purred “I don't know, but I can think of a few things you can do with me.”

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Marinette sighed and sank down the kitchen wall, burying her head in her hands and ignoring the hum of the microwave. She was so tired, she felt it in her bones, in her blood. The exhaustion was all consuming and permeated every part of her life, from her ongoing battle with Hawkmoth to the rush of life as a designer for a plethora of wealthy and famous clients.

If someone had told her at 13 that she’d get her dream, but she’d still be fighting Hawkmoth at the age of 22, she's not sure what she'd have done. Probably combusted from excitement or sank into despair. If there had been only Ladybug or only Marinette she's not sure if she'd ever get out of bed at all, but they balanced each other out, to an extent. It was all becoming a bit too much, maybe it was time to at least get a secretary, she certainly had the money.

Marinette stood up and retrieved her microwaved dinner, walking over to her computer to draft an ad. She was pleasantly surprised to get an email about two hours later from one Timothy Drake.