#akuma brain worm

[wretchedakuma]

I really need to properly come and exist here again, just burrowing my way through all these posts till I've gone too deep and its a problem.

[jademoon2u]

Who has time for an elaborate Ladybug plan to take down the akuma when all Loveybug can think about is kissing her partner silly!

I saw a post about Lovey using the big weapon lucky charms that copy Ladybug's use, Harley Quinn style, and my god it put another Loveybug worm in my brain that I needed to draw. I don't know who came up with the idea originally since I didn't think to save the text post but if this reaches them, I love the idea❤️🩷

There very well be more of this to come and who knows if her outfit design will stay the same 😂

[xhanisai]

I feel like the "our love destroyed the world" quote from Chat Blanc will become more prevalent in season six and we're gonna see just how far Marinette will go in order to protect Adrien from the harsh, bitter truth.

We'll probably get either an end-of-the-universe-esque Akuma Marinette or another Chat Blanc or maybe even both. Potentially.

Perhaps another end of the world is what will prompt the truth to come out.

I NEED SEASON SIX NOW YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND THE BRAIN WORMS WON'T FUCK OFF.

[discoveringmiraculouswriters]

@jheqiawrites​ (Jheqia)

Jheqia writes a lot of MariChat, and her works being pretty recent include mentions of Season 4 finale and Season 5 first episodes. Please keep that in mind if you decide to read her works. Awesome writing, and a lot of her fics can be found in an audiofic format on Dawn Chorus Writes Youtube channel.

Top 10:

💛 A Totally Sick Reveal - Words: 5,472  - Chapters: 1/1 Summary: It had started with a headache and general sense of feeling unwell. That in itself was unusual as Adrien rarely got sick, but when he did it was bad. When Marinette notices just how sick Adrien is, she wants to help him feel better. Little did they know what it would lead to...

What I liked: I just love the fever induced reveals

💛 Kisstaken Identity -  Words:7656 - Chapters:1/1 Summary: Ladybug sets out to fuss at Cat Noir for kissing Marinette in public and splashing them all over the news. But when her Kitty starts teasing her about being jealous and her wanting kisses, Ladybug jumps the track. The next thing she knows, she has to get a picture of her kissing the one and only Adrien Agreste - her supposed secret boyfriend. But how will Adrien respond when he realizes he opened a can on worms?

What I liked: The identities shenanigans, A bet gone wrong (or did it?), How they revealed because of the mess (these kids are hopeless...) 

💚 Two Worlds, One Love -  Words:10305 - Chapters:3/3 Summary: In the wake of Strike Back, Ladybug has found a new appreciation for her partner. As they grow closer and more dependent on each other, she meets Cat for patrol only to find him playing with a familiar paper crown...

What I liked: Chat’s fondness for Marinette, The Buttercups, “you are as lonely as cheese, and you’re as sappy as a maple plantation!” (As a Québécoise, I find this one particularly funny)

💚 Operation Valentine Alya’s POV - Words:5764 - Chapters:1/1 Adrien’s POV - Words:9039 - Chapters:2/2 Summary: When Alya notices Marinette becoming lost in Ladybug again and Adrien seems low in spirits... Alya and Nino come up with Operation Valentine to finally get their friends together and show them how much they do love each other... but nothing is ever that easy.

What I liked: Alya’s the fandom, No need to reveal, “[Alya] looked just like a fox in a hen house and [Adrien] had the feeling he had just agreed to play a chicken.” 

💚 Better Than Coffee -  Words:729 - Chapters:1/1 Summary: Adrien is sooooooo tired that he can barely stay awake in class, but when Marinette brings him a coffee he suddenly discovers something important. Sleep deprivation removes the filter between his brain and his mouth...

What I liked: Sleep deprivation fics are so good for all kinds of reveals... “no beta - we die like Adrien's chance of a day off”

💛 The Red Thread -  Words:50638 - Chapters:27/27 Summary: When Marinette kisses Cat Noir during an akuma attack, it creates a connection between them that leads to some interesting... problems.

What I liked: The concept of identity convergence, Sabine knows and is awesome, Wyvern and Ourobora (Now, I need to see a Dragon Noir and a SnakeBug in canon), Written before Season 4, but has a big Season 5 vibe

💚 First Kiss -  Words:14380 - Chapters:7/7 Summary: Cat Noir bets Marinette that he can get Adrien Agreste to kiss her in two weeks. If he wins she has to do him a favor, but what if it stopped being just a bet?

What I liked: Adrien discovering his feelings for Marinette through a bet with her as Chat, Chat pampering Marinette at school, The aftermath of doing so... 

💚 Its the Little Things - Words:35268 - Chapters:19/19 Summary: Cat Noir decides to drop in on his Princess, but he wasn't expecting her to play along with his little game. Both Cat and Marinette learn that friendship and love is not in the big, dramatic gestures. Its in the little things.

What I liked: The small gestures, Touch starved Adrien should be addressed in canon, The slow burn, The easy reveal

💛 Warrior Princess -  Works:2 - Complete: No Summary: With Shadowmoth throwing ever more powerful enemies at Ladybug and Cat Noir, Marinette leaves a fight to recharge Tikki only to end up stuck with an injured and overprotective Cat Noir. What happens when the civilian saves the hero and more than just feelings are divulged? And what does a hero do when the love of his life is kidnapped... by his father?

What I liked: Marinette saving Chat Noir’s butt, Akumatized Marinette, The kidnapping and the aftermath, The Dupain-Cheng basically adopting Adrien

💚 The Truth Behind the Lie -  Works:3 - Complete: No Summary:  Cat comes across Marinette on her balcony without her usual sparkle to her eyes and gets her to lean on him... for him to become her Superhero.

What I liked: Lukagami, Alya having a little chat with the Cat, Dad Plagg, The Twist on the Senti!Adrien theory, “I want to enjoy the fireworks and if you give him too many clues he’ll spend the next week in a buffer cycle.”

Honorable mentions:

💚 Forsaken - Words:9,745 - Chapters: 2/2

💛 Marichat May 2022 Oneshots - Works:31 - Complete: No

Particular kudos for the last one

💚 Seven Stages of Life: Childhood -  Words:3784 - Chapters:1/1

💛 Stargazers -  Works:8 - Complete: No

💛 Adrien Interrupted -  Words:4269 - Chapters:1/1

💛 Aftermath -  Words:2207 - Chapters:1/1 -

Second part of: 💚 The Rescue by solaneandbawb

💚 Truth or Dare -  Words:2411 - Chapters:1/1

💚 The Mistletoe Chronicles - Works:5 - Complete: Yes

💛 The Black Lion Rampant -  Words:77131 - Chapters:33/?

💚 The Ghost in the Machine -  Words:28947 - Chapters:10/10

Please read, share and leave kudos on her works!

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@clawsout83​

[teamrocketmemes]

[ LUXIEM 1ST ANNIVERSARY ] PART 1

In honor of Luxiem’s first anniversary, this is a sentence starter from this Vox Akuma VOD where they reminisce about old phrases they all have said in a game format. I’m taking both the phrases discussed specifically as well as other funny quips said during the stream. Content warning for mild language. Feel free to change pronouns if necessary.

“I’m a really smart guy and I definitely thought about this really hard before we started.”

“Are we introducing ourselves??”

“Sussy among us…”

“I’m the detective guy, but there’s someone cooler next to me.”

“[Name] is eating spicy noodles by choice now.”

“I was having the cravings and I—I just went for it.”

“There’s no such word as can’t.”

“Burrito?? Is that a Naruto character??”

“You swear to everything holy that these are not fabricated??”

“Why does it look like you etched his name in blood??”

“I was right on his ass shoving that thing in.”

“Every single [name] quote has the word POG in it.”

“UnPOG.”

“I felt a strange vibration in my wenis.”

“Google it. The Flagina is real.”

“I got to Urban Dictionary and I don’t think I wanna read this out.”

“I have a meme for this. Hold on.”

“My phone is on 5% but that’s enough.”

“Staff, for legal reasons, that’s a joke.”

“Guys… How do I delete my canvas??”

“[Name] has created a horror so real that it won’t leave.”

“If I keep on guessing, one of them has to be [Name].”

“Let’s have a look at what—” Burps really loudly.

“You want to fight me in Tetris after seeing my brain??”

“They do call me the master baiter.”

“No!! I like his hat!!”

“I feel like it’s me but when the fuck was this??”

“When I read it, I can hear [Name]’s voice.”

“Here’s [full name], he says LOL.”

“This is a historic quote.”

“They didn’t say laugh out loud, they said LOL.”

“If someone ends with a full stop, I feel very threatened.”

“The grammar police in my head is just like ‘You gotta do it [name]’.”

“We had to just decipher something that was written in binary but we didn’t realize that it was binary–”

“I was straight up incapacitated for a while…”

“Oh! the double penetratio–”

“I will be putting some of you on blast today.”

“This is me but I stopped earlier, in my defense…”

“No matter what you say, it will always return to bite you in the ass.”

“My favourite position? I like beieng on my computer playing League of Legends.”

“You’re absolutely right. League absolutely plays [name].”

“Are you a mistletoe? Because I want to be under you.”

“BRUH.”

“What’s something funny… Does anyone remember the movie Sky High??”

“All I know that it’s like— My Hero Academia several years before it came out.”

“If they’re asking for a kick in, they should get a kicking.”

“Waitwaitwait— I’m drawing a funny.”

“What an unit indeed.”

“Meow, bottom.”

“Only real ones remember.”

“Ooooh the memorie– Wait, no.”

“Mine is the default Windows wallpaper.”

“You guys know the incident I’m talking about. Don’t try to play dumb.”

“That might be the most awesome thing that’s ever gonna happen on this stream.”

“I’ve never had more raw panic into my body than when it kept going after the car.”

“You exposed yourself on this one.”

“Liar has 5 letters.”

“Why is [name]’s number all the way to the right??”

“I feel like a worm on a piece of concrete.”

“See, the first question you ask is would you say this to yourself??”

“I have this really bad habit of having these really overly specific analogies that I never remember but everyone else does.”

“Did [Full name] say this??”

“[Name] really is the kid who reminds the teacher that they had homework.”

“Who really needs restraints such as handcuffs?? There’s a perfect space between the tip of my show and the heel where your wrists fit just right.”

“I can’t guess because I don’t know what this means.”

“That’s such a mid S.”

“I’m drawing with a mouse. It’s good enough.”

“Unless you did not know, I don’t wear heels.”

“[Name] is depicting a fucking cave drawing.”

“Number 12 is, I guess, cock.”

“All of my quotes are sexual.”

“I’m sorry for putting you on blast.”

“It’s not that there’s something in the sentence that blatantly gives away who it is.”

“Does he know?? He doesn’t know.”

“Like, dude, you don’t understand, it’s rectangles man.”

“Most likely to become a Bro…”

[verfound]

FIC: Princess Heartmaker: Ch 14/15 (MLB, Lukanette)

Notes: This chapter was SO CLOSE to being done – I closed it down on Sunday with plans to wrap it up Monday and have it posted by Wednesday.  And what happened instead?  Pneumonia.  Y’all I can’t win for trying sometimes – my pulmonologist literally released me a day before symptoms started.  😂  I’m on the mend, and we are so close to the end, and this is the chapter I have been most excited about so I’m just gonna shut up and slap this up here, ok?  Ok.  🖤

 Ch 1 | Ch 2 | Ch 3 | Ch 4 | Ch 5 |  Ch 6  |  Ch 7  |  Ch 8    |  Ch 9  |  Ch 10  |  Ch 11 | Ch 12 | Ch 13

Princess Heartmaker

Chapter Fourteen: All I Know is that I’ve Seen This Scene Some Years Ago…

As she came to, a sense of disorientation – of vertigo – akin to nausea swept over Marinette.  She lifted a hand to her head, groaning as she blinked open her eyes.  Her head was still throbbing, and her vision was swimming a little.  She felt awful, like…like she had been hit by a truck or something.  (…she was pretty sure she never actually had been, but she had been slammed into and tossed across the Parisian sky by multiple truck-sized akumas, so she liked to think she knew what getting hit by a truck felt like.  Relatively speaking.)

When her vision cleared – at least as much as it was going to – she realized she was on the Liberty.

And there was a niggling in the back of her mind, like a memory trying to worm its way into her brain, that said she had been there all morning.  Kitty Section had a show – their first show – and she was helping set up.  For the Music Festival.  Because Juleka, Rose, and Ivan were her friends, and she had promised them.  And…and…

Her head ached as she tried to force the memory, to ignore whatever the niggling was telling her and focus on what she knew was true. Because Marinette knew that wasn’t right.  It had been, over a year ago when the Music Festival had actually happened, but it wasn’t true now.  Today.

[gameguy20100]

Team conflict. 

Ryuko: Ok the Akuma went this way. We can track it and save Ladybug and Chat.

Rena: You better hope. For your sake.

Ryuko: Excuse me. Are you implying the current situation is somehow MY responsibility!? 

Rena: Well you did start it, horn head!

Ryuko: I beg to differ, worm lips!

Rena: Pre-evolved bird brain!

Ryuko: Eater of garbage!

Carapace: *rolls his eyes* And they call ME the Immature one?

[snacc-noir]

1 and E please.

1 - “You are incredibly insane.”

E - Post-reveal

Ladynoir

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“You are incredibly insane.”

Chat worms himself in first, unhesitantly. “I didn’t say that when you were relieved to get a fork with your lucky charm.”

It’s been four weeks since the reveal.

Twenty minutes since a fire akuma terrorised the city.

Five minutes since they realised there was no other way back into the school.

Their banter and teamwork hasn’t changed since the masks were lifted - in fact, if one half of the pair had the majority of say, Marinette and Adrien have never worked better! —

Chat slips in with a poetic ‘oof’ sound as he gets a meter down.

--The other half would say otherwise.

“Sneaking into building by the Economics chimney is not the same as useful cutlery!”

His dead-panned eyes are two acid blinkers in the dark, hollowing chute. “C’mon, Bug.”

“There has to be another way!”

“The school’s on lockdown. According to everyone,” his voice gains an echo-like quality with the second meter he carefully makes, “we’re inside already, so we have to show up as soon as possible to be less suspicious!”

Ladybug’s fingers twitch into fists at her sides. No one can see them on the roof, gratefully, which nudges her into stalling. She really can’t disagree with him or so much as wrack her brain for any other ideas. But-

But she just... couldn’t.

She could not squirm down a boxy, tight little downwards tunnel with - and probably landing on - Adrien Agreste.

It’s been four weeks since she told herself to confess but didn’t.

“Marinette! We have to hurry! Grab my hand;”

He wriths back up and extends a clawed hand. His ring beeps and a rush of adrenaline kicks her so she finally leans down the brick opening...

...and falls straight in.

Nose-dive style, body crushing the top half of his, ‘eeps!’ and yelps galore.

They spin down in whatever position you could call them: Ladybug feels the ridge of his belt on his hip having an uncomfortably close friendship with her cheek and Chat has a knee near his ear - She’s falling headfirst while he’s still upright. It’s two seconds of fast slipping before parts of their mess lag on the walls; elbows and odd shape they are jarring them.

She looks down (it’s the only direction she really can look). The family-sized stove is two or three feet away.

“Can you move?”

Can she speak is the better question.

She’s been in compromising positions with Chat before - okay - she’s tough. She’s learnt it’s part of the job. But this is the first she’s realised she’s also in love with him as well, and in fact, always has been. So almost every ‘close’ moment they have kindly relapses in her brain, and she becomes acutely aware of the body oddly shoved against hers.

“Uhhh...”

He coughs - awkwardly or from the soot, she doesn’t know. “I can try lowering you?”

Her earrings beep loudly.

Ladybug tries to remember she’s Ladybug and that she has a job to do.

“Yeah, try that.”

He grizzles a bit as he unsticks his hands from wherever they were, elbows uncomfortable as he grips her knees.

She realises she has to move correctly for it to work. She can do this. She’s Ladybug. Adrien is holding her legs and very very close to her but she’s still Ladybug.

In fact, being close to Adrien doesn’t even matter—

She slips.

Again.

She slips from under him, and gravity takes him as well. They tumble out the chute of the home ec stove and midway a flash swallows both of them as their miraculouses give out. Pained noises escape them as they roll under a clothed table.

Above her bewildered stare, Adrien blinks.

A door crashes open.

“Are they in—?!” Alya’s voice cuts off.

Their blood pumps.

The tablecloth isn’t long enough.

“You two!”

With shocking strength, Alya shoves the table away so it no longer covers them. Beneath it was a disheveled, out of breath pair, one slightly dazed but panicked party on his haunches covering the other below him with his frame.

Alya blinks.

“I’m... glad you guys are safe?” she says slowly, calculating something as she studies the red inflamed on Marinette and Adrien’s cheeks.

“But, um, care to explain what you two have been up to during the lockdown?”

[giuliafc]

Betrayal Chapter 7: Mors tua vita mea

<< 1 -- 2 -- 3 -- 4 -- 5 -- 6 -- 7: Ao3 || FFN -- 8 >>

Written by: JuliaFC

Beta: Agrestebug and myimaginationflows

Summary: Did you think we'd heard the end of Lila? No sir… she's back. And her plan is… scary!

Disclaimer: This story is based on characters and situations created and owned by (c) Thomas Astruc, TS1 Bouygues, Disney Channel, Zagtoon, Toei Animation. No money is being made and no copyright or trademark infringement is intended.

Written for the "Snippet July" challenge of the Miraculous Fanworks Discord server @miraculousfanworks AND for LadyNoir July @ladynoirjuly Day 18 — Pipe-dream/can't transform. Let me know what you think!

oOoOoOoOoOo

Adrien: [M'lady? Have you forgotten about Prince Ali's engagement ceremony? I'm waiting for you at the Town Hall. Please be quick, Chloé sat next to me since you weren't here.]

Adrien: [M'lady? Are you alright? Haven't heard from you for ages. Please call me as soon as you can.]

Adrien: [Marinette? I'm getting really worried now… your mum and dad also haven't heard from you, nor Alya. Where are you? Chloé won't leave me alone!]

Alya: [Girl? Adrien is very worried, where are you? I'm getting worried too…]

At the bottom of the Seine, a phone beeped with a message received and then switched itself off.

oOoOoOoOoOo

Marinette opened her eyes, a sharp pain spreading from the back of her head. She tried to say something but all she could let out was a muffled: "Mhhhf".

"Oh, you woke up. Alla buon'ora!(1)"

Marinette's eyes widened. She wiggled, desperately trying to move, but her body failed to follow her brain's request. That's when she realised she was tied up.

"Wiggling like the slimy little worm you are." The green in Lila's eyes seemed to sparkle as she smirked. She heard Marinette mhhhf'ing some more and her smirk widened. "So good that finally you've been reduced to the silence you deserve."

Marinette could hardly breathe. What happened? She remembered reading Adrien's text message that the place for the ceremony had changed and to meet him at some luxury boat moored at Port Debilly. She had reached the place, a strange man had let her in and…then nothing. The taste of the cloth that had been stuck into her mouth was overwhelming her. Her skin was all tensed around the tape that shut her mouth.

"Is she awake, sweetie?" The man who'd let her in the boat looked in from the door.

"She is, Jacques. Leave us alone a little longer. Then she'll be all yours," said Lila looking at him and the man smirked before closing the door behind him.

Marinette's heart went into overdrive.

"Amazing what you can achieve with flattery." Lila looked at her again, showing her a website that displayed the message she received from Adrien earlier. "And amazing what you can find on the internet. It was so easy…just flattering the right people and I got access to this fake SMS website. And Jacques…is the perfect pawn. He thinks I'll help him sign an exclusivity deal with Prince Ali for his cruising boats. Che imbecille. (2)" She cackled. "And now, it's the end of you. You won't prevent me from achieving my goals again." She slammed her hands on the table in front of her. "All my plans always ended up being no more than pipe-dreams, all because of you! I HATE you, Marinette. You'll pay for all the tears I've shed on my pillow at night."

Marinette wanted to tell Lila that this was going too far. This was much worse than threatening. This was kidnapping. Attempted murder. This was a criminal offence. As annoying and evil as Lila had always been, Marinette didn't expect that she would fall this low. But she couldn't say anything, she could only struggle more with the knots that were tying her arms and hands.

"Pointless of you to try to open those knots," said Lila when she saw her struggling with it. "Jacques was a sailor, he's an expert at knots of any kind. You won't free yourself. Whatever you do. And no superhero will find you here. Jacques will stay, to make sure nobody finds you until Papillon comes back." She patted softly on her cheek. "Yes, Marinette. Papillon wants you spared, to akumatise you. He thinks you'd be his best akuma. Un altro imbecille (3). You must die, and I will make sure you will, this time. This time you won't ruin my plans. I'll be the winner at the end and the real pipe-dream will be yours!" Her face lit up with an eerie light as she sneered. "Mors tua, vita mea(4), after all. You brought this on yourself."

Cackling, she moved to the door. "Jacques? I'm done with her. I'll go to Prince Ali's ceremony now, give me some time to talk to him, okay?"

"I'll make sure the cat won't find her, sweetie. Don't worry."

A wave of disgust shook Marinette's gut when Lila gave the man a quick peck on the lips. But as Lila closed the door behind her and the man kept staring at where she left dreamily, Tikki popped out of her shirt and looked at her with a determined frown.

"Don't worry, Marinette. We'll figure out something!"

All Marinette could do was dart her gaze towards one of the windows of the boat, but Tikki shook her head.

"I won't leave you alone."

Marinette closed her eyes and lowered her head.

oOoOoOoOoOo

"Any sign of her, Rena?" said Chat Noir to his communicator.

Chloé had been more clingy than she used to be in the bad times, but as soon as he'd managed to get rid of her, he transformed and started looking for Marinette. The ceremony for Prince Ali's engagement hadn't even started yet, but he didn't give a damn. It was unusual of Marinette to not contact anyone for hours, and his gut feeling told him she was in danger.

"No sign of her anywhere. She won't even answer her bugphone."

Chat Noir sighed. "I know. I've been calling her non stop for hours on both phones. I have a nasty feeling about this."

Carapace appeared near Rena on her communicator. "Don't worry, dude. We'll find her," he said before Rena hung up.

"Hope so, bro." Chat Noir looked at his baton with concern. It felt like a useless exercise to look for her in superhero form. Wherever she was, it wasn't in full sight. There was only one other thing he could do. He opened his communicator again and dialed Nathalie's number.

To be continued… Day 19

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Notes:

Alla buon'ora = At bloody last! (Italian)

Che imbecille = What an idiot (Italian)

Un altro imbecille = Another idiot (Italian)

Mors Tua Vita Mea = Your death, my life (Latin)

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Author's Note

Well.. so now you know. Lila wasn't seething in the distance for no reason at the end of the other chapter. Marinette has pushed her buttons a little too much and… well, she may have gone a bit extreme but, why not?

I hope you liked it and will leave me a comment. You know that comments are my bread and butter!

Until tomorrow, bug out!

[critical-thinking-is-mandatory]

What do you think about Ms Bustier (and her teaching methods)?

the can of worms you just opened anon....

well, i have a lot of hang ups with teachers and the education system. a lot. so this isn’t entirely unbiased but i’m not gonna hold back.

i’ve done tutoring and a fair bit of teaching and mentoring myself throughout my time in high school, and my old school had a whole new roster of teachers every year so like, i’ve been around a few teachers and i have experience myself. 

i can honestly say ms bustier can kiss my ass and she can like it dammit.

i have nothing positive to say about her except that she makes the classroom ‘fun’. hell even her fashion sense is bad (i mean white clothes??? around 13 year olds??? bad idea).

ms bustier is the ‘fun’ teacher. she’s the kind of teacher that started teaching because it was a way for her to exercise power over kids and form a little posse of fans just like she used to back when she was in grade 3 and the mean girl without having to do any hard work.

there’s nothing inherently wrong with fun teachers but the way bustier does it she’s just manipulative, breaking the trust of her students, enabling bullies, victim blaming, creating the perfect breeding ground for akumas and future abusers/victims. if bustier weren’t constantly presented as an infallible source of wisdom and moral guidance i’d be willing to bet she was working for gabriel/hawkmoth.

like, as a teacher you are supposed to help your students grow and learn and develop because that is your literal job. you put them on the right path to develop their own independent, critical thinking processes, to have the understanding of the world they need to thrive. 

what bustier’s doing? by gently manipulating her students (especially marinette) into apologising for and accepting the actions of their bullies (like chloe) but also presenting herself as this confidante and nice, fun teacher that the students can trust? pardon my language but that’s fucking evil.

these kids are like 13, and they’re supposedly the oldest grade at their school so this means bustier is in a great position because all the kids are young enough still that they’re not going to question her but they’re old enough that they’re starting to break away from their parents. so this is the perfect environment for some adult trying to primp their own ego by amassing an army of loyal brain-washed followers and convincing them that anyone who hurts your feelings just needs you to let them continue hurting you.

seriously, if you or anyone you know knows a teacher like bustier don’t trust them they’re literally terrible i cannot emphasise this enough.

[krispydefendorpolice]

Once Upon A Miraculous - Part 1

Okay so this prompt got away from me and now you all get a two parter. Yay me,😭😭😭

Also you guys are freaking amazing because I was not expecting the responses I got from everyone on my preview post. Especially since all I said was “hey I got a new story who wants to hear it”.

This is for @pepelachanel for the story idea. Oh my goodness, the brain worm you gave me have led me to write over 3,400 words of Jasonette goodness. And angst. Sorry for that.

I hope this is enjoyable.

Next Masterpost list

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“Dan?” She asked the car with the plate that matched the ones on her Uber App.

“Marinette?” The man asked. He got out of the vehicle and opened the trunk for her bags when she nodded.

“Welcome to Gotham,” he said when they were both back in the car. “Is this your first time to the city?”

“No, I’ve been here before, a few years ago.” Marinette said looking out the window at the buildings they passed.

“What brings you back then, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“I’m on my way to school in New York and I just thought I’d stop and see an old friend.”

“You’re close with this friend?”

“I was, but he died a couple years ago.”

“I’m sorry for your loss,” he said apologetically.

“Thank you. I wasn’t able to come for his funeral.” She smiled sadly, “This is the first time I’ve been able to come and properly pay my respects.”

They grew quiet as the driver continued to navigate the traffic in Gotham and Marinette’s thoughts drifted to that long ago summer.

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Marinette was 15 years old the first time she went to Gotham. She came at the request of Jagged Stone to work as his costume designer for his American tour. Marinette’s parents had agreed when Sabine’s old roommate from University had agreed to act as Marinette’s chaperone.

Selina Kyle was impressed by the girls creative mind. Everywhere they went the girl brought a sketchbook and she was drawing every time she had a chance.

They were at the Wayne building as Selina had set a lunch date with her fiancé and they had agreed to pick up the man and his son there. Marinette was sitting in the downstairs lobby where she could see the stained glass over the entrance doors while she waited for Selina to collect the men.

“What are you drawing?”

Marinette jumped at the voice but looked at the speaker. He was a big man? Boy? He looked about her age really so boy was probably right. He had a large build, about the size of her classmate Ivan. The same black hair too, but his eyes were blue like her own.

“A dress design,” Marinette answered looking back at the beginning sketch on the page.

“You’re a designer?”

“Yes. I mostly work on commission right now but I do some designing for myself.”

The boy nodded and looked from the sketch up to the windows she had used as inspiration. “That’s pretty cool. I’ve walked past these windows a lot and never seen them this way before.”

“Most of the world does,” Marinette says, “I’ve just trained myself to look at the things we mostly take for granted in new ways for inspiration .”

“Are you waiting for someone?”

“My guardian. We’re going to lunch with her fiancé and his son.”

The boy’s face brightened as he smiled, “You must be Marinette then.”

Marinette was surprised and it showed on her face.

He laughed, “I’m Jason Todd-Wayne. My father Bruce is Selina’s fiancé.”

“I didn’t say her name.” Marinette argued.

“My dad knows everyone that works for him and if someone else had gotten engaged we would know about it.”

“Marinette, Jason! I see you’ve already met. Are you ready to go?” Selina asked as she walked up to them with a man behind her.

**

During her time in Gotham Marinette ended up spending most of her free time with Jason. As he was on summer break as well he helped her when she needed to do work for Jagged and attended the concerts with her as her assistant.

They grew close, sharing jokes and stories. He showed her around the town and all the best places to go. He shared how he was an outcast in school for being a former street kid thrown into the world of the prestigious upper crust elite. Marinette shared how she was an outcast because of a liar who turned all her friends and the entire class against her. It was one of the main reason’s her parents had even agreed to let her go on tour with Jagged and Selina.

It was a week before her return to Paris that he kissed her for the first time. They spent the last week together going on dates and spending as much time together as they could.

Before she got on the plane to take her back to Paris he gave her a small wrapped package and said to hold onto it until he told her to open it. She agreed and placed it in her bag before kissing him and getting on the plane. She waved to him from the end of the flyway (the goof had purchased a ticket just so he could walk her to the gate but Bruce had refused to actually let him fly off to Paris).

Once home Marinette settled in. She took the box and placed it on a shelf above her designing area.

Then a crash outside had her transforming and running off to fight yet another Akuma.

**

The next day at school Marinette found out that some of the American news agencies had gotten pictures of her and Jason together. Many were from when they were just friends but a couple were taken after their kiss.

Her so called ‘friends’ jumped her when she entered the classroom asking when she had gone to America, why didn’t she tell them, could she introduce the Waynes to them?

Marinette ignored them, pushed through the crowd and took the seat in the back of the class. She pulled out her phone and sent a message and waited for his response.

Marinette jumped when hands slammed on her desk.

“Girl, why are you ignoring us. That’s not being a very good friend,” Alya said.

“We’re not,” Marinette answered.

“We’re not?” Alya looked confused by the words. “Not what?”

“We’re not friends,” Marinette said standing from her seat. “I haven’t heard from any of you in months. Not one of you sent me a message at any point while I was abroad. But even before that none of you talked with me, or have hung out with me in months. If that’s how you treat friends then I want no part of it.”

The class looked away from her, ashamed of how they had treated one of the kindest girls in the class.

Marinette took her seat as the teacher came into the class and the lesson began.

**

That exchange set the tone for the rest of the school year. A few, Nathaniel, Rose and Juleka, had apologized and did their best to rebuild their friendship with Marinette. They did get to meet Jason during one of his trips to Paris with Bruce when he came for business.

He wasn’t thrilled that Marinette had forgiven their treatment of her but was glad they were showing true remorse over it. They continued to talk or message daily with an occasional visit back and forth for the rest of the year.

**

It was a bright and sunny Saturday morning when

Marinette saw Bruce again.

“Mr Wayne, come in we weren’t expecting you were we?” She asked when she found the man at the door. He looked a mess but she didn’t want to be rude and mention it. “Did Jason come with you?”

He flinched at her question.

Marinette stilled at the unusual reaction.

“I. There.” He stopped and swallowed harshly. “There was an attack. The Joker, he took Jason.”

Marinette gasped, “is he okay? Was he hurt?”

Bruce shook his head, “I’m sorry Marinette. He didn’t make it.”

Her vision clouded over as tears filled her eyes and she dropped to her knees and cried.

Bruce pulled her into a clumsy embrace as he cried with her and just repeated “I’m sorry” over and over again.

The funeral was a week later. Bruce had offered to fly her to Gotham for the service but Marinette had to turn it down. The fights with Hawkmoth’s Akuma’s had increased and she and Chat Noir were fighting them on a near daily basis.

At 16 she grieved for a life, a love, a dream lost too soon.

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Marinette accepted Adrian’s proposal. They had been dating for about six months at that point and she wanted to move on with her life. She couldn’t keep it on hold over a memory of a boy who would talk stained glass windows with her.

She took that old, little box, still in its wrapping and placed it in a drawer where she could keep all the memories it held with it.

Ladybug and Chat Noir had been fighting for four years by that time. It was a long battle but they were beginning to make headway. They had clues now, a new AkumaApp was produced that allowed the citizens of Paris to report when they saw the black butterfly’s. Using that information and the information provided by the Akuma victim’s themselves they were narrowing down the location of Hawkmoth's lair.

Soon they would have enough information to find the villain.

She was 18 years old.

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Hawkmoth was unmasked and Gabriel Agreste was arrested.

Emilie Agreste was found in a coma under the house. Life support was stopped and she was pronounced dead five minutes later.

The first few months post Hawkmoth’s reveal, Adrian and Marinette worked to keep his company from folding due to the negative press while Marinette tried to keep Adrian from falling apart from losing both his parents the way he had.

Once things were beginning to settle and the company was evening out Adrian asked for a divorce. He wanted to end their marriage because there was someone else, someone he had promised himself he’d pursue if he ever had a chance.

Marinette moved back with her parents in the apartment over the bakery. Two days later Chat Noir and Ladybug met on top of the Eiffel Tower to say their final goodbyes. Back where their partnership had really begun with Ladybugs declaration that they would defeat Hawkmoth.

When Adrian revealed himself, Ladybug took the ring of the black cat and said she’d never agree to date someone like him.

Marinette was 19 years old.

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“We’re here miss,” the driver said as he pulled up in front of the gates to Wayne Manor.

Marinette leaned out the window to press the call button on the gate box.

“Can I help you?” The voice not the other side asked.

“Oui, monsieur. Is Monsieur Wayne home?”

“He is out at the moment. Is he expecting you?”

“No, my name is Marinette. Marinette Dupain-Cheng. This was a rather impromptu trip I decided to make at the last minute. Perhaps you could help me. Would you be able to tell me in which cemetery Jason Todd was buried?”

Marinette was worried she wouldn’t get an answer when silence followed her question.

“Please drive up to the house.”

The gates opened and the car drove up. At the house the doors were opened by an elderly gentleman who walked to the car and opened the door for Marinette when they stopped.

“I am Alfred Pennyworth. We did not get to meet when you were last in Gotham Miss, but I did hear a great deal about you from Master Jason.”

“It’s a pleasure to meet you monsieur Pennyworth, Jason had a great many things to say about you.”

“Do you have your things with you?”

“Just the bag in the trunk,” Marinette admitted.

Alfred went around and when the driver opened the trunk he picked up her bag.

“This way Miss Marinette.”

Marinette gave the driver a quick thank you before she followed Alfred into the house. He placed her bag down in the entryway, “I’ll make up a room for your stay and bring the bag up in a moment. Follow me please.”

“Oh, that’s okay I have a room at the Comfort Inn monsieur. I didn’t expect monsieur Wayne to put me up. I just came because I was never told where Jason was laid to rest and I was hoping someone could tell me.”

“The grave stone is in the Wayne family cemetery on the grounds Miss Marinette. It will be no trouble to give you a room for your stay. If you still insist after seeing Master Wayne and the others I will, of course, understand and drive you to your hotel myself.”

“Merci monsieur Pennyworth.”

“You may call me Alfred Miss Marinette,” he said with a kindly smile.

“Merci monsieur Alfred,” Marinette returned the smile as she followed him into what looked like an office.

Marinette was confused when Alfred walked to a grandfather clock and opened the glass door to move the hands on the face. She was startled when the wall next to the clock opened up to reveal a hidden door.

“Welcome to Wayne Manor Miss Marinette,” Alfred said and walked inside and down the stone steps.

Marinette considered it for a moment, the man could be leading her somewhere where he could kill her without risking her alerting someone after all, but everything she had heard about Alfred from Jason had said he wasn’t that kind of person.

Of course this man could be an imposter, she thought to herself as she followed him down the stairs. But well, cats weren’t the only ones that curiosity killed.

At the bottom of the stairs the room opened up into a large underground cave. The space to her immediate right was filled with glass cases each with an empty mannequin inside. A second row above had cases with costumed mannequins inside. They were various costumes worn by Gotham’s Dark Knight and his partners.

To the left was a large computer and various machines that would have been at home in a police forensics lab. In the center was an open space with a couple vehicles parked. The open spaces between the bike and cars could have been held for additional vehicles.

On the far side of the parking space was a giant coin and a dinosaur. Around the base of the dinosaur were a variety of cases that held other mementos from past battles.

“The family should be home soon. Would you like some tea while we wait?”

Marinette looked at the elderly man in surprise. Looked around the cave. And looked at the man again. She mutely nodded her head in acceptance.

After taking the offered cup, Marinette sipped it before asking the question she’d wanted to since she’d seen the insignia on one of the costumes.

“Monsieur Wayne is the Batman?”

“He is.”

“Was Jason... Did Jason die because he was a Robin?”

Alfred closed his eyes in grief, “he did. Joker got a hold of him. He tortured Master Jason before leaving him locked in a warehouse with a live bomb. Master Bruce was unable to make it in time to save him.”

Marinette paled at Alfred’s words. Though she teared up at the pain he must have gone through she was sure that Jason would have been a hero even if he had known what would happen to him. He’d had that edge of protectiveness he’d developed as a street kid when the younger kids were being harassed or bullied by older kids. He was a hero to the core. In or out of costume.

Marinette sniffled as Alfred poured fresh tea into her cup to give her a moment to collect herself.

“I do believe we’ll have a full house this evening,” he said to distract her. “Master Dick is in town following an arms dealer from Bludhaven. Master Jason is assisting him and Master Damian has insisted on helping as well.”

“I’ve heard about Dick from Jason. He was monsieur Wayne’s ward, a son to him yes? But the other’s I’ve never heard of.”

“Yes Master Dick was Master Bruce’s ward and son. Master Timothy was in a similar situation, when his parents died a few years ago Master Bruce took him in and later adopted him. Master Damian however is Master Bruce’s biological son. He came to us about a year and a half ago. He was almost as wild as Master Jason when he first came to us.”

Marinette giggled. Jason had told her about what a little shit he had been when he first came to the Wayne house. He had been convinced that Bruce was some kind of pedophile and had adopted him as some attempt to get a living sex toy. Jason had decided if that was the old man’s game he’d have another think coming to him.

It took a couple of months before Bruce and Alfred were able to convince the former street kid that that was not the reason why they took Jason off the streets. Of course that was not before Jason had managed to set every alarm and clock in the house to go off at noon everyday or change the passwords to every electronic device to Batmansucks****!

“That must have been an adventure,” Marinette offered.

“Quite,” the man said.

The quiet after they settled to their thoughts was broken by the roar of a motorcycle.

A man in a black costume with a blue bird insignia across the chest was the first to arrive.

“Alfred, I didn’t know we’d have a guest?” He looked at Marinette curiously.

“Master Dick this is Miss Marinette,” Alfred said by way of introduction.

He looked at the older man curiously, “I haven’t heard of a Marinette before. Sorry,” he apologized to her when he realized he was talking about her in front of her.

Marinette shook her head in dismissal, “I wouldn’t expect monsieur Wayne to have any reason to talk about me so I understand that you wouldn’t know of me.”

Before they could say anything else two more bikes and the batmobile pulled into the cave.

“Master Bruce, Master Tim, Master Damian, Miss Cassie,” Alfred called as they got off bikes and out of the car, “come greet Miss Marinette.”

Tim looked to be average height, about an inch or two shorter than Dick. Both had black hair and their eyes were hidden by the domino masks.

The girl looked to be closer to Marinette’s height but taller than Marinette herself, so probably average for a woman at 5’4 or so. She too had black hair and a mask.

The youngest looked to be no more than a child. Marinette would eat her hat if he was older than 12. Again he had black hair though it was hard to see and his eyes were hidden in the shadow of his hood as well as by a mask.

The Batman, one billionaire playboy Bruce Wayne, was the tallest and walked up to her.

“I didn’t realize you were coming,” he said as he removed the cowl hiding his features, “or that you knew our secret.”

“I didn’t know until Monsieur Alfred brought me down. I made a last minute decision to come visit Jason’s grave before I go to New York for the new school term.”

She didn’t miss the way Dick and Tim stiffened at the mention of the grave but didn’t know why. Did they not want strangers to go to the cemetery? Alfred had mentioned it was a family cemetery. Surely they could allow her a few moments to pay her respects?

“Mmm,” he hummed in acknowledgement.

“I believe I made my opinion clear on the matter years ago Master Bruce,” Alfred said. As he left the cave he said over his shoulder, “Now you may handle this yourselves.”

Marinette watched him go with a frown but another engine coming into the cave drew her attention.

The man getting off was the biggest of all the Bat themed heroes, even Batman. He wore a leather jacket and a red helmet. He removed the helmet as he walked to where everyone was gathered by the computer but stopped when he saw everyone sitting there.

When no one moved, Marinette stood and walked to the new person. “Hi. Monsieur Alfred introduced the others but I haven’t gotten your name yet. I am Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” she held out her hand for him to shake.

The man’s jaw worked as he looked to be trying to find the right words.

He finally settled for removing the mask he wore under the helmet. Marinette gasped her eyes going wide and her hands covering her mouth.

“It’s me Nettie. I’m alive.”

At 20 years old Marinette’s dreams, her love, was brought back to life.

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Trolling Alya Part 11

Start from the beginning on AO3: Trolling Alya 

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“Noooo, it’s too earrrrrrly.”

Adrien smiled to himself as he heard Marinette’s discontented mutter and wormed an arm out of the sleeping bag so that he could reach over and shut off his cell phone alarm. He listened for a moment, wondering if the alarm had woken Alya or Nino, but the campsite was quiet around them.

Which made sense, considering that he’d set his alarm for five minutes before Alya’s was due to go off. They needed time to get themselves appropriately situated before Alya came to wake them up. What Adrien hadn’t considered was just how much Marinette hated waking up early.

Their legs were entangled, as always. When he glanced down at her, she had both her arms wrapped around his left arm and her face smushed into his bicep. She looked so cute that it was almost easy to forget how appallingly grumpy she could be when she woke up before she was ready. Adrien had once joked that Tikki deserved hazard pay, and Tikki had given him thousand-yard stare before muttering that Adrien had no idea.

He decided to give Marinette a couple more minutes. So they laid there quietly, just enjoying the peace, until Adrien heard Alya’s alarm go off.

“Mari, if we want to do this, we have to do it now,” he whispered.

Marinette scrunched her nose up. “Nooooooo.”

“But I thought you wanted to break Alya’s brain?”

“Alya’s brain is already broken; that’s why she’s so weird,” Marinette mumbled, but she cracked open an eye to look at him.

“If you get up, I’ll buy you a huge coffee on the way home,” Adrien coaxed.

She contemplated that for a moment and then sighed dramatically. “Yeah, okay.”

“Okay,” Adrien said, untangling himself and sitting up. He took off his shirt and pajama bottoms, folding them up and putting them back into his bag.

Marinette took off her clothes too, leaving her in just her bra and panties. Unlike Adrien, she crammed her clothes back into her bag without bothering to fold them. Adrien rolled his eyes at her and she smirked back.

“No, you go. I’ll wake Mari and Adrien.”

That was Alya!

Adrien quickly lay back down, and Marinette practically jumped on top of him, cuddling up beside him. She yanked the blanket down so that it was very obvious that Adrien wasn’t wearing a shirt. Then, in a move Adrien thought was particularly devious, she slid her bra straps off her shoulders and left the blanket low enough so that the top of her cleavage was visible, straps hidden by the blanket.

“Sleep,” she hissed at him, and closed her eyes. He obediently shut his own eyes and waited.

They didn’t have to wait long.

“Oh my god!”

It was a good thing they weren’t really sleep, as Alya’s yell – she was clearly trying to be quiet but couldn’t quite manage it – would have definitely woken them up. Adrien could feel Marinette’s mouth twitching against his chest as she fought not to smile and had to call upon every ounce of willpower he had developed from spending hours in uncomfortable positions to not smile himself.

“What? What?” Nino called out.

“Shhh!” Alya hissed. There was the scrape of sneakers against the ground, which Adrien assumed meant that Nino was coming closer.

“Alya, why are you – ” Nino cut himself off with a strangled gasp.

“You see this too, right?” Alya said. It was hard to discern the emotions in her voice without seeing her face, but Adrien was pretty sure hysteria had to be one of them.

“Umm… yeah,” Nino said, sounding stunned.

“Marinette and Adrien are cuddling together. Naked.”

“Yeah.”

“Do you think they had sex?” Alya asked, the question so blunt that Adrien had to swallow a shocked giggle.

“What – Alya! I don’t really want to speculate about that!”

“Why not? This is a huge deal, Nino! Maybe it means that they finally got over themselves and confessed! Maybe it means that I finally helped them get together! If they had sex, then –”

“Seriously? These are our friends!”

“Our very hot friends,” Alya pointed out, and Adrien had no trouble imagining the face that Nino pulled at that.

“Alya, ewwww,” Nino whined.

Marinette giggled.

As soon as Adrien heard that, the laugh that had been building up into his chest escaped and he burst out laughing.

“What!” Alya squeaked. Adrien opened his eyes just in time to see Alya jumping to her feet. Nino, standing behind her, suddenly got a resigned look.

“I’m so glad that you think I’m hot,” Adrien told her with the straightest face he could manage, which just made Marinette laugh even harder.

Alya’s earlier joy was dying away, replaced by bewilderment as she realized that both of them were still wearing underwear. She looked between them, eyebrows furrowed like she had just been asked to solve a really difficult mathematical equation.

“I don’t understand,” she said.

Adrien glanced over at Marinette. She was pulling the straps of her bra back up her shoulder. Their eyes met and silent agreement passed between them. It was time.

“Alya, Marinette and I aren’t dating,” Adrien told her. “We’ve basically been winding you up this whole trip by doing couple-y stuff and pretending that we didn’t know what we were doing when you freaked out.”

Alya’s jaw dropped open. “You’ve what?!”

“We both tried to tell you that we’re not dating,” Marinette reminded her. “But you kept thinking that we were in denial. Well, we’re not. I hope you can accept that now.”

“Marinette and I might start dating someday,” Adrien added. “If or when that happens, you guys will be the first to know. Until it does, we would really appreciate it if you would stop trying to set us up.”

“And stop trying to engineer situations like this,” Marinette said dryly, gesturing to the sole sleeping bag and blanket that they had been afforded.

Alya just looked shell-shocked. “But I thought –”

“I know what you thought, and I know you were trying to help, and we both love you for it. You just have to accept that Adrien and I aren’t in that place right now. We’re not in denial, we’re not afraid to talk about our feelings, we’re not in need of outside help to make it happen. We just really need you to accept that.” Marinette’s voice was gentle but firm, the sort of tone she took with akuma victims when reassuring them that it wasn’t their fault.

“I – right,” Alya said slowly. “I’m sorry.” She still seemed dazed, but Adrien thought that they might have finally got through this time.

“It’s okay.” Marinette leaned over and hugged her.

Nino stared at them thoughtfully. “Suddenly, I see it,” he announced.

“See what?” Adrien asked.

“Alya was right. This is hot.”

Marinette, Alya, and Adrien all stared at him.

Moments later, Nino was yelping and laughing as he rushed away from the tent and the multiple objects being pelted at him.

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Home { Fairytail x OC Oneshot}

This is for @halfbloodskull - Their OC! 

Thanks for giving me my first request, I hope I did okay!! <3

It’s been eight year since i’ve been home. As I walked through the cobblestone streets of Magnolia memories of my last time here cloud my head. 

“Baby, you can’t use your powers like this, so casually! You could hurt someone, not to mention you WILL hurt yourself. You have to be more careful!” My mother said. Her voice was loud but not so much with anger, more with worry. I rolled my eyes. At just seven years old, I was stubborn and audacious. I didn’t care about what my mother had to say. I wanted to use my powers however I chose. They are my powers after all. “Mom, you can’t control my powers like this! I’m the Celestial Dragon Slayer! I have this super cool magic that needs to be shared with the world! Lucy uses her spirits whenever she wants, I have the same magic but stronger! I will use it however I like, I don’t care about the consequences!” My father finally looked up at me. He’d been ignoring the conversation, or so I thought. Turns out, he was just biding his time until he found an appropriate moment to butt in. 

“Akuma, you will listen to your mother or so help me, Zeus will strike you down where you stand!” My father roared making me flinch a little. My eyes welled with tears as they darted between my father’s harsh look and my mother, who looked like she wanted to stand up for me but found it better to not invoke more of my fathers wrath from her babying me. I finally made a dash for my room and barricaded to door behind me. I curled into a ball on my bed for hours, tears softly and silently rolling down my red cheeks. I looked out the window at the setting sun. My window was at the perfect angle to see my guild, FairyTail. My friend Wendy was probably there now, laughing and eating with all the others. I couldn’t help but feel that no one really care for me here. I chewed on my lip as I wiped my face with my sleeve, a thought worked its ay into the forefront of my brain. Thinking on it for no more than a second, I. began to pack some things: a few changes of clothes, all the money from my piggy bank, a sleeping bag and pillow. I shoved a few other keepsakes in there, like a picture of my family, the whole family at FairyTail. I admired the picture before folding it and shoving it in the front pouch of the bag. It was everyone at FairyTail, smiling brightly at the Picture Lacrima they day I got my guild mark. I then sat at my desk and pulled out a piece of paper and pencil. I constructed a letter to my parents telling them I was running away, telling them not to look for me and that I still loved them but I needed to be on my own. I wrote another, shorter letter and addressed it to Wendy. She was my best friend after all so I feel like she should get her own explanation she can explain to the guild. It said essentially the same thing; the fight with my parents and them controlling my magic, how I need to be alone, for them not to look for me, and that I still love them. With both letters sealed sitting on my desk, I open the window and jump onto the ledge. With a final look into my window at my room and all my things, thinking about my parents on the other side of that door. I was too far into my plan so I jumped the sort way down and landed in the bushes below. After dusting myself off, I discreetly made my way out of Magnolia. 

Eight long years have passed now and I have definitely changed… My short black hair was now shoulder length and shaggy, My bright red eyes, hued a little darker. My short kid-sized frame was now that of a fifteen year old; slim and lean. I had some muscles that I gathered through odd jobs in random towns. 

I passed some familiar shops as I wandered deeper into town. I was weary. My magic slowly drained my energy every time I used it. It would replenish after some time but would take a while. I realized that the first week I was gone. I had used so much of my magic, that by the end of three days by myself, I was near collapsed outside of a small town. Thankfully, some townsperson found me and gave me a room to sleep in to replenish my energy. It was then that I realized my mother was right, of course. But I would have been so embarrassed to return so soon. I had to stick it out. But now, I was really weak. There had been some monsters a little outside Magnolia. I hadn’t intended to come home, but the monsters really took it out of me. I had to use so many of my spirits, including Leo who I hate, because he’s the strongest in the Zodiac. I needed to go somewhere to rest up, and Magnolia was closest. 

I saw FairyTail so close in the distance. I almost didn’t want to go in. What if they forgot about me? What if they’ve moved on? What if they never cared that I left? These thoughts rammed themselves through my head as I slowly inched forward. I sat outside the guild for a few hours, working up the courage to go in. I’d rather see them first then my parents. The mere thought of seeing my parents made bile rise up and make me feel sick. Finally, as the sun was setting behind the guild, I pushed open the door. The guild had changed.. It was bigger now, but I suppose that’s to be expected after eight years. However, it was the sam guild because as I entered I was washed over with this sense of familiarity and safety. Cana was drinking up a storm, guzzling a barrel of some sort of alcohol while talking to Mirajane at the same time. Natsu and Gray seemed to be fighting about something and Erza marched up to them to break it up. Macao and Wakaba were complaining about how old they were while simotaneously staring at all of the woman of the guild. Finally, I saw Wendy. She was chatting happily with Gajeel and Levy. She had grown up too. Blue hair still long and pulled into pig tails. She didn’t look any older really, except she had gotten taller. I softly shut the door behind me. Instrusive thoughts about how they didn’t care about me wormed in when I noticed they didn’t even see someone had entered the guild. I cleared my throat loudly, silencing the guild pretty effectively. 

“Mira, if it isn’t too much trouble, i’d love something to drink.” My voice had a hint of playfulness to it alongside the raspy and dry sound of it. In truth, I hadn’t had much to drink in the last few days. They all stared at me with wide and confused eyes. Finally, Wendy stood up, her head cocked to the side as tears began to well in her big, brown eyes. 

“A-Akuma? Is that really you?” She slowly walked forward. I smiled softly and nodded. So maybe they had missed me. Almost immediately after I nodded, she launched herself forward and tackled me to the ground in a hug. She was full on crying now. I struggled to breathe as I laughed softly but it turned into a cough. 

“I missed you so much!” Then, like a flip had switched, she sat up and looked at me and slapped my shoulder, hard. 

“Where the hell were you! Why did you leave, with only a note!! Why did you do that, do you know how you made us feel?” She gestured to the guild who were all misty-eyed and smiling softly at our exchange. I heard lots of shouts of “We missed you, Akuma!”, “Welcome home!” and “ We’re so glad your home!”. Now, it was time for my eyes to spill tears. I was so worried about if they would miss me or be made at me that I almost forgot how much I missed them. 

“I’m…I’m so sorry I left everybody! I was so upset and it seemed like the best option but I missed you all so much.” Tear rolled down hotly on my cheeks and they all rushed to give me a big group hug. I relished in the feeling of being home when I realized there were still two people I had yet to see. 

Once everyone had pulled away, I told Wendy I’d be back later. She understood what I had to go do. 

“I really missed my best friend, Akuma. Thanks for coming home!” Her cheerful smile jolted me with energy to go see my parents. 

It was a short walk to where I used to live with my parents. With every step, my heart beat ten times faster. Were they going to be angry with me? What if they had another child after I left and didn’t want me anymore? I knocked on the wooden door and chewed on my lip hard, making me taste blood on my tongue. My mother opened the door. She looked older, of course. She didn’t seem to recognize me for a split second but after a moment she seemed to realize who I was. 

“Akuma! Oh my sweet boy! Oh my gods, Thank Zeus you have returned!” She pulled me to the ground in a tight hug, sobbing loudly as she thanked every god and goddess she could think of that I had returned. My father, hearing the commotion came in from outside. When he saw me and saw my mother’s reaction he realized who I was. He stiffed slightly. I could tell he was still mad at me. But, he also missed me. He looked conflicted within himself. Finally he pulled me into a tight hug, nearly crushing me. After a moment, he pulled away. His face was red and his dark eyes glistened with tears. He took a dark-colored hand and brushed some hair away from my face. 

“You are so grounded, young man.” He paused and smiled stiffly at me. Beyond his anger I could tell he was glad I was home. He wouldn’t say it, I get my own stubbornness and pride from him after all, but I knew what he was feeling. My mother appeared at my father’s side and with her bright pink eyes, she took her own, pale hand and cupped my cheek softly, a large and kind smile gracing her soft features. I smiled at them both. I was finally home. 

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I was rewatching DGM hallow and I remembered that Lavi and Bookman occasionally engage in telepathic conversations. How come I've never seen this talked about more in all the years I've been in this fandom? This is really weird. Even most of the Noahs think it's weird/creepy when someone reads their thoughts/talks in their head. The more I think about the Bookman the creepier they get. I'm not implying they're evil. Just really weird. 1) Telepathic w/each other. 2) Not only against attachments-

2 but against having a heart (not even the past Jedi at their most radical taught padawans to not feel anything). 3) If Bookman and Lavi are the standard then they either think they're above humanity or hate humans or or just indifferent. 4) they have SO many secrets that they keep to themselves no matter what. 5) they will never feel loyalty for anyone/thing that doesn't further their own ambition and even then they can easily drop you like you mean nothing to them. 5) They routinely erase-

3 each other's minds and none of them remember their birth names. 6) they swap identities so many times their own growth as individuals is trivial. 7) Ever single (possible) bookman we have met has either exhibited creepy or hostile behaviour. 8) they take to neutrality so strongly you can question if they even think to care what will happen to them if the Earl's plans succeed. 9) Are they even self aware? I'm not expecting a complete disaster. But I am expecting the bookman to weird me out.

Okay so for the telepathy i will have to come back to it when i will re-read it bc i don’t really remember it in Hallow and I think the scene I think should be that one??? Is the fact that ii’m almost certain i remember it being confirmed that Lavi and Bookman talk a whole other language. Apparently the Bookmen would have had their own language and I think i remember that in the manga it was translated by having weird bubbles to specify they were talking in that language (and it is possible that, due to the fact the anime couldn’t just pull a new language that was a work around to still have one of their Bookmen conversation being visible using telepathy).

But i really don’t remember the scene in question in details so i will have to check that out again but I THINK it is Bookman Language related more than telepathy and that the telepathy was a way for the anime to translate it

THAT SAID if the idea of Telepathy is a thing (which tbh could still be??? Bookmen already messes with minds a lot with the whole deleting memories thing who knows the hell they can do) it could explain also a lot of much more silent looks that we kinda justified so far by “they know something we don’t”. It might have been conversations we missed. 

Still unsure though i’ll get back to that when i will properly have re-read those parts bc this is really intruiguing me now

I know the fandom had talked about the Bookman’s language though but i’ve never heard of telepathy before now?? Idk 

And yeah like you say this is very weird bc putting them on the same level as Wisely is... very weird. Besides considering how much Lavi still struggles to get people around him i am fairly certain that if telepathy there are it i between the Bookmen only, not all knowing as Wisely.

But yeah aside from that, mood. The Bookmen are seriously a creepy brunch. Not in a bad way, but in a “this is extremely shady and I get you’re doing that to be neutral but i’m not sure those means are actually legally or morally applicable”

I agree with all your points. 

and i’ll elaborate under cut bc i might have gone carried away,

well 1) i just discussed it there, either Telepathy which would be a whole new can of worm, or a whole other language that would still applies that they have a special language to keep secrets in. And tbh it would also make sense that they would write down records in a secret language since they don’t actually let people Read their reccordings: Bookman specify that it comes with the part to “chat a lot”, they won’t share the written reccords (which they MUST HAVE for the the survival of the clan), so “Secret Language no one else in the world know” rings as shady to me.

4) NOT TO MENTION we know that Bookman also keeps secrets from Lavi (when meeting Cross’s altered akuma, Bookman specifies it was only something he (and Cross) knew about.). And it’s not to mention secrets that the Bookman in charge keeps from the rest of the Clan (see again, how Lavi’s eye is only known by Bookman Sr, not anyone else in the clan seems aware of that)

6) Apparently about their switching identities, something very creepy that came out of the latest Komui corner too is that the name they have during a war is the name that the recording will officially get. Meaning it’s not even that “Lavi” calls himself like that for the people around him, it’s that even after Jr would have moved on or died or anything, the Records of the Holy War would still be called “Lavi”. And we know that the names picked seems to have meaning that applies to each wars (as Wisely smugly smile realizing Lavi’s name’s meaning, but doesn’t tell people). So even more of a disconnect with their sense of humanity since they have to be distanced from their own names, as their names become history as it goes. Which makes Jr’s identity crisis over how “Lavi” is “him” even more creepy tbh, bc it extends that “Lavi” isn’t just a reccord name anymore, it is not just the Holy War anymore, it is part of Jr as a BEING. And to me that’s even creepier that it’s even something Lavi has to worry about.

8) this is honestly one of my biggest questions. If the Earl’s plans work, all humanity will die. Or at least there had been no mention so far of any “saved people that would go through the Ark”. (there had been speculations about the real purpose of the Akuma and how its evolution process would be perhaps a part in creating supperior beings to salvage during the Flood like the original Ark did, and i’ll need to get back to the chapters tha thints that there are more secrets to the Dark Matter than it just reversing the innocence, BUT personally I have issues with this theory because of how easily the Noah do torture and kill the Akuma at times and seem to look down on them. But I would agree there seems to be a bigger purpose to the Akuma and the Dark Matter that we cannot even imagine.)Regardless, I don’t see anyway for the Bookmen Clan to survive, else the Noah would have found way to keep them on their sides and not torture them like they do now and exclude them. Yet we know at some points the Bookmen were “on the Noah’s side”. So what the hell do the Bookmen expect to happen with the Flood? Is their neutrality so important that they are ready to litteraly go down with this ship when the end of the world come? Yet we know they have some self preservating instinct it seems, so why? It just enerves me so much!

9) Yeah same, basically.

One last thing i will add: How the HELL did Bookman manage to find himself and Lavi innocences he knew they would be accomodator to when they decided to join the Order? Bc the Corner mentions that Bookman decided to set them into the Order to watch BEFORE they even got in contact with the innocences, and Lavi mentions that “Gramps just knew we’ll find innocences we would be compatible with” and how????? How the hell??? You can’t just make it that easy for the two of them to randomly connect with two random innocences (and we know they’re the one who have shown the least actual connection with the innocence) after arcs and arcs proving that the innocence is picky and sentient, that its own personality affects who they end up picking, that even the synch can change depending of how the innocence feel to their acomodator, and Especially, that the Order had DECADES of experimentations that were basic human rights violation due to how desperate they were to not be able to have enough people synchronizing with the innocence.

You  cannot have a full arc of telling us the Order did an entiere experiment about bringing fallen exorcists’s brains back in new bodies in hope the innocence would synch with said bodies, while letting those bodies decay under the pain of the innocence, for the sLIGHT CHANCE an innocence could be compatible again, only to then tell us “oh yeah we wanted to join the order so we ended up finding two innocences that we could connect to.”

For exemple: Take the Crows. it’s obvious the Crows want to help the holy war, as the Third Exorcist project proved a whole brunch of people were ready to put Dark Matter in their body to fight back the Akuma. And from all those Crows, from all the experiments we know the Order have carried on, somehow, as long as we don’t know of a “Former Crow Exorcist”, it means it’s not that easy. Not when you have a whole military branch who would be willing to be God’s apostles. And it’s not even counting how others Orders’s soldiers like the Finders would or not jump on the occasion.

So how the hell did they do that? How the hell did Bookman find those? bc even if they don’t connect to their innocence on an emotional level, they seem like proper innocence. Else Allen would have commented about how the souls don’t disappear like planned, like when he saw how the Third Exorcists killed the Akuma. Besides, we also know Bookman fears Lavi’s innocence could turn into a crystal type, so it confirms this is legit innocence, and that Bookman doesn’t have full controle over it.

How could Bookman be so sure they will become accomodator BEFORE finding any innocences? It raises seriously worrying implications considering all we know about the innocence and how hard it is to find accomodators for it this far in the saga. 

*take s a deep breath* anyway that said,

tbh part of me understand the feeling of “wanting to disconnect your feelings” when you watch history happens, because history is goddamn overwhelming. For having studied history for a few years i’ve personally had a few breakdown just over thinking about the amounts of horrors you read about one year after the other, so to have to remember all those horrors AND reccord current horrors, I understand in principle the thought that shutting those emotions down is the easiest way to record it. 

In principle.

Because in practice this is (a lot like you compared) nearly impossible witout losing their humanity and even losing perhaps an important part of how to understand and translate human experiences through emotional lenses. That’s the major issue with this logic.

had they done that for so long they don’t even question it? Or are they perfectly aware that it’s exactly why they cannot afford emotions? what are their view on the world and it coming to an end? How far are they willing to go in order to keep their own secrecy and status squo? Do they even realize the possible irony of them “not meedling with history” while the only fact that they are meddling by taking the dispositions they do to remain hidden/uninvolved? Not to mention that wanting it or not, Bookman and Lavi had meddled in the Holy War. Would they remain fully neutral, Bookman wouldn’t have had to tell everything he knew about the Noah to Komui in his first appearance for exemple. 

Lately it seems like they seem more interested in the Noah losing (self preservation kicking in) but that does raise the question of how far they are willing to share the secret history and how much is considered “medding with history”? Because this “secret knowledge no one should have” IS changing the course of history by being shared.

Do they even realize or do they really see themselves as walking books who can deliver information if pressed a the condition it doesn’t require to dig in their secrets? Where do they draw the lines?

I have HUNDREDS of questions about the Bookmen and it drives me insane. I won’t exclude that i might be overthinking it bc man, gotta wait between chapters huh, and that perhaps it won’t be that complicated or deep, but the more you get to see how shady the Bookmen are the more you wonder how and why?

Anyway that fascinates me. Bookmen pls unlock your secrets,,

[proseasmic]

Inarrêtable - XIX

As sour as Adrien was about having to be around Luka and Marinette, he knew he couldn’t let Nino down. Besides, seeing Luka obtain a swift defeat by his best friend’s mad DJ skills would sweeten the situation a little more, and he didn’t want to miss that. Even so, he felt like a third wheel hanging out with both Nina and Alya, who was of course there to support her boyfriend and to film it for her blog. The two rattled on about this, that and the other thing as Adrien led them through the TV studio to the stage. His heart squeezed in his chest a little harder when she saw Marinette adjusting the collar of Luka’s shirt as they had an easy conversation with each other.

Man, that was never not difficult…

The month after the dance had been the longest of Adrien’s life. He and Marinette hadn’t been on speaking terms at school, and despite his efforts to try and make up with her, she was conveniently busy every time he made a move to apologize. He visited her as Chat Noir once or twice, but since his behaviour the last time he saw her where he’d kissed her hand, he felt like he’d burned that bridge, too. The only solace he had, for the most part, was his patrols with Ladybug, but even those felt stilted as he knew he needed to give her respectful distance, and she seemed to be preoccupied with something anyway. Ladybug had even seemed a little off with his civilian self, as well; the one time she happened to be around during an Akuma attack before he had a chance to transform, she just told him to get to safety, not sparing him much more than a glance when he was used to so much more from her.

Nino had forgiven him right away for the events at the dance after he explained what happened, but Alya had taken a little longer. Once he was able to sit her down and explain exactly how everything happened, she was tentative but promised not to hold it against him. He supposed her reason for being so stern about it was because of Marinette. Adrien didn’t need telling twice; he knew that he’d hurt her, and he knew he’d be paying for it for a long time.

Adrien found his way to the elevator, pressing the button for the highest floor he could go to get to the roof and he stepped onto it, enjoy the silence surrounding him. He leaned against the cool steel wall, closing his eyes, but before the elevator could close all the way, he heard someone call, “Hold the door!”

He looked up and saw Marinette, managing to worm her way through the closing doors, and he froze for a second as she caught her breath before she baulked at the sight of him. It was the first time they were face to face since their fight at the dance.

“Oh,” she said awkwardly, glancing down at her feet. “Sorry… um, I’ll just—”

She turned around to walk through the doors, but they’d already closed. He heard her sigh.

“It’s okay,” he said softly. “I’ll leave you alone. I’m just going up to the roof to get some air.”

“Me, too,” Marinette said softly, leaning against the opposite wall from Adrien.

“I can get off at the next floor if you want,” Adrien said. “I don’t want to bother you or anything—”

“No, no, it’s fine,” Marinette said quickly. “Don’t let me stop you.”

The pair of them stood in silence as they made their (agonizingly) slow ascent. Adrien fiddled anxiously with the ring on his right hand and Marinette was doing the same with her earrings, nervously turning the studs in her ears. They glanced at each other and ceased their fiddling with an awkward start, suddenly realizing they were in such close quarters.

“So,” Adrien ventured slowly, not liking the way the silence was pressing in on them. “Uh… how’s Luka?”

“What?” Marinette said distractedly. “Oh. Um. Good! Yeah, he’s good.”

“That’s good,” Adrien supplied casually.

“How’s Kagami?” Marinette asked.

“Huh?”

“You two are dating, aren’t you?”

“What?” Adrien’s eyes went wide. “N-no, we’re not dating… where did you hear that?”

“You took her to the dance,” Marinette said pointedly.

“As a friend,” Adrien clarified.

Marinette nodded slowly. “Right; sorry, I’m sure you mentioned it that night, I just… assumed.”

The silence stretched on for a long time again. Adrien wanted to say something, anything at all, to let her know how sorry he was for the way he’d behaved at the dance, but he didn’t know what else he could say. Eventually, he sighed and opened his mouth to speak.

“Look, Marinette, about the dance—”

“Adrien, about that night—”

They both started talked at the same time, cutting each other off, and they chuckled a little awkwardly, not looking at each other.

“You go ahead,” Adrien said.

“No, no, please,” Marinette replied. “You go.”

“Okay,” He took a deep breath. “About the dance? I just wanted to say how so—“

A sudden lurch of the elevator car accompanied by a loud groan cut off Adrien’s words and effectively caused Marinette to tumble into him. He caught her before she face planted, Adrien shielding her head with his arms as they toppled to the ground. She was pressed against his chest as the elevator ground to a halt, ceasing its rocking movement and they both noticed with flushed faces how close they were. They only had a second to register this before the lights in the lift suddenly shut off, keeping them in complete darkness for a moment until the emergency lights along the bottom panels of the elevator turned on, giving them just enough lighting to see. As soon as it was still, Adrien quickly let go of Marinette and she pulled back, instantly running for the control panel and pressing a few buttons.

“It’s not working,” she said urgently.

“Dammit…” Adrien grumbled.

“Maybe we can try and pry the door open,” Marinette suggested, and Adrien moved to try and pull the doors apart with his fingers.

He managed to get it open just enough to wedge his shoulder in between, but saw there was only a sliver of the next floor up that was visible, and it was too small for them to crawl out. If only he could transform and use his staff, he’d be able to pry it up… but he couldn’t in front of Marinette.

“We’re stuck,” Adrien said, looking around for another way to get out.

“Do you think it’s an akuma?” Marinette asked.

“Most likely,” Adrien said. “That, or a really bad electrical failure. Don’t worry, I’m sure Ladybug and Chat Noir will be here soon.”

They heard a scraping sound on the next floor up and Adrien immediately pressed himself against the doors of the elevator, Marinette doing the same, so they couldn’t be seen. He looked up to see what it was, and he saw a man dressed in a very stylized firefighter uniform, dragging around a fire extinguisher.

“So, you like to have fun with too many people and too much electrical equipment, huh?” The Akuma said.

Without warning, the Akuma took its extinguisher and pointed it at the elevator, pulling the nozzle and letting a large blast of fire hit the wall and blasting off the top of the elevator car, causing burning debris to fall around them.

“Well… Fire Marshal will show you the detriment of not keeping things… up to code!”

‘I need to transform!’ Adrien thought frantically. But he couldn’t… not in front of Marinette. He weighed his options, looking from the girl huddled in the corner but glancing around with a determined look in her eyes to the now non-existent roof of the elevator. There was no way to get out of this without being Chat Noir… and the Akuma was already looking like it was gearing up for another attack.

‘I may not have a choice… Marinette will know who I am…’

He heard the Akuma cackle as it chose to a new spot to aim the Fire Non-extinguisher (right at the cables holding the car up along the sides) and his mind was made up, knowing there was going to be no going back from this.

‘No sense getting toasted…’ he thought. He took a deep breath, his face burning as he brought up his right hand.

“Plagg, claws out!” He called.

“Tikki, spots on!”

It all happened with a matter of seconds.

The words left her mouth the same time as his, and he whipped his head around to fix her with a look of shock and awe. Marinette was fixing him with the same look, their mouths hanging open as their transformations crackled down their bodies and it took his brain an extra minute to catch up with what was happening before everything clicked. Their transformations complete, they gaped at each other wordlessly before they could find their voices.

“IT’S YOU?” They yelled in unison, pointing at each other.

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Another New Story? What!?

So my plan for the next two weeks is to wrap up the Jasonette -Once Upon A Miraculous, to finish the Demon’s Bride Drabbles I have in progress and a chapter of Miraculous Future.

If I manage that it means I will only have my two main stories to work on. Which is good. However I’ve been hit by Brain worms again.( my code for story ideas).

I’ve read some great A/B/O stories and someone once pointed out that Maribat doesn’t have too many of those yet. Sadly I will not be able to fill that void. While I love, love, love to read some A/B/O stories I will not for the life of me be able to write them because I do NOT understand the sex is a need thing.

However, I do like the Pack/found family aspect of many of my favorite stories. So that’s the approach I’m going to take. The world will be heavily drawn from the ‘Mercy Thompson’ and ‘Alpha and Omega’ series by Patricia Briggs.

Instead of designations I’m gonna have werewolf packs that have dominance hierarchies. (More explanations to come in the story).

So I’m going to ask who would like to be tagged?

And since I had so much fun with a random prompt I want to know : who would like to be involved in creating this world? I plan to take a more slice of life approach to this story and am gonna need some real world randomness thrown in. That’s where my readers come in as ‘acts of fate.’

Every so often for a chapter I’ll ask a randomly chosen reader to give me an event to incorporate into the chapter.

Things like: pop quiz in science, class picnic gets rained out, Marinette trips over her feet at the zoo and accidentally unleashed the alligators (ok that last might be a little extreme) to bigger things like new celebrity stories or lies spread by Lila, new Akuma’s that they face, or whatever the readers creative hearts might come up with (please go easy on me).

And it doesn’t just have to be just for the ‘main cast’ either. The random events can happen to side characters. Kitty section gets scouted by Jagged stone, Nino gets an assistant to the assistant internship. Have at it and let’s have fun with it.

I’m gonna get the first couple chapters written to set the scene before I ask for an act of fate but I want to know if there is interest in that part of it?

Please comment on this post to let me know. Thank you all.

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