#and if anyone has any y'know clips (even 1 second clips are enough) maybe i can prevail upon thee to bestow thine kindness upon me

[expectiations]

me, who watched said movie/show for my favorite person upon seeing my favorite person on screen:

[miracle-sham]

Yet So Poison Entwined We Fracture.

| {Jasonette July 2021, Saturday Challenge 1: Hurt No Comfort} |

| [Ao3 Link] | | [Masterlist Link] | | [Spotify Playlist Link] |

| It all went wrong so quickly. Marinette thought she could trust Jason, that he'd never betray her. And Jason thought the same. But with a truth-serum turned poison seeping through their veins, neither had thought to look for the purple feathers. |

| Word Count: 1,706. |

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| A/N: I'll try and keep this short and sweet but it's nice to dip back into writing for Maribat, I really missed it whilst I was gone. Also I've now got a author's channel in MGI where I sometimes put title sneak peaks, snippets, and random au ramblings, so y'know feel free to pop into the channel and have a gander if you'd fancy! And one last thing, keen eyes may have noticed I've added a Spotify Playlist Link, it contains all the songs I listened to when working on this oneshot, if you're curious! |

| If you want to be tagged in future oneshots/fics or a specific Au, then feel free to send me a dm and or ask! |

| Also side note, Don’t Like? Don’t Read. Also also, please do not criticise any of my writing. This was written for fun and receiving criticism, even in a compliment/criticism sandwich, is the exact opposite of fun. |

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Marinette staggers back, clutching at her bloodied side as the world spins for a moment and everything blurs. Breath catches in her throat as a sharp pang of betrayal pierces her heart, tears springing to the corners of her eyes unbidden. Whimpering, she barely manages to cry out, “J–Jason?”

Heartbreak coating his name like the truth serum-poison making its way through her system at this very moment.

She makes an awful choking noise and collapses to her knees, scrunching her face up and wheezing. Barely is she able to keep her eyes open, fixated on staring at someone she thought she could trust.

Smirking lazily, Jason saunters up to her, crouches and then grabs her face by the chin, forcing her to tilt her head up to continue staring at him in the eyes. “Aw, did you really fucking think I cared about you this entire time?”

Marinette swallows thickly—unable to conjure up a response to him. Black spots start to form in the corner of her vision like watching a spattering of embers burning away on a piece of paper.

He tilts his head to the side and snorts, “really? Nothing to say, no heartfelt "I trusted you!" or "you're lying!". Not even a "I know the real you is still in there?", how fucking pathetic.”

There's a small part of her brain that starts flashing red lights and wailing alarms—warning her that she's in danger, that she's hurt, that she's stopped breathing. She can't breathe, can't move, can't say anything or she'll spill all her remaining secrets.

Jason sighs and drops her chin. “And here I fucking thought your shitty-ass reaction to me betraying you would be more fun.”

Grimacing, she waits a heartbeat after he lets go before mustering all her strength to slam her skull into his—if I'm going down, you're coming with me for this, Marinette mentally vows.

There's a horrendous thwacking sound as the impact lands, and Marinette feels as though her brain has turned into a blender that just had its blades snap mid blend.

Jason, on the other hand, flings himself backwards and curses up a storm. He pulls out one of his guns and with dizzying vision, manages to shoot a bullet that just clips the uninjured side of her ribs. “That's what you fucking get for that you bitch!”

Marinette doubles over as the pain seems to ricochet through her; vision blacking out completely. She struggles for breath, her hearing cutting off not a second later. Objectively, she's aware she's not alone. But as her senses shut down one by one, leaving her helplessly trapped in her own mind, she can't help but wonder why her heart aches with loneliness. I'm sorry, she silently apologises to no one and everyone.

Distantly, she thinks she's swaying—or collapsing again maybe. But it's hard to tell, it's disorientating trying to focus on the world with dying senses.

Marinette is lost. Every little movement, every little thought—it's agony, a struggle to keep going, keep holding on. Once more, she silently pleas for forgiveness from the kwami.

She stops.

Stops breathing. Heart stops beating. Stops fighting. It all stops.

At least this way, she thinks to herself, I can't spill any secrets from the truth serum-poison if I carry them to the grave instead…

She sinks into the darkness, clinging to her final thought in numb relief as she does so. Everything fades away.

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Jason groans as the knife Marinette is wielding digs deeper between his ribs.

She doesn't move back immediately, so he grits his teeth and roundhouse kicks at her—the heavy thump of collision makes his wound burn like acid has just been poured on it.

He's a few seconds too slow pulling his leg back, as Marinette slices the knife through his calf.

“Fuck!” He bites out, throwing himself further out of her range and breathing. “Marinette!”

With the gall to smile faux-innocently, she plays with the knife in her hand, slipping it between her fingers and swirling it about. “Yes, Jason?”

“The fuck are you doing!?” He growls, shifting his position when she doesn't move to apply pressure to the calf wound.

She shrugs, seemingly unbothered, “what? Did you really think this wouldn't happen one day? That I wouldn't get sick of you. Show you just how much you've hurt me the entire time we've known each other?”

Jason spits blood from his mouth at the warehouse floor in front of her. “I don't believe whatever shit you're being made to spew, but I sure as fucking hell know that you'd never do something as fucked up as this.”

“Oh, that's cute! You still believe in me. What's next, are you going to beg me to come to my senses? Are you going to cry my name and hope it changes my mind? Are you going to declare that the "real" me is still there inside and that you're going to save me?” Marinette giggles, high-pitched and yet hollow sounding.

Jason flinches at the sound, breathing stuttering as the poison from her knife starts to really seep in. Shit, he thinks to himself, truth serum-poison. If I'm not careful I'm gonna say shit that should stay secret.

A flash of silver catches the edge of his vision. And it's all the warning he gets. He immediately ducks and rolls, cursing under his breath as his wounds are aggravated. The air by his hair swooshes as the blade just narrowly misses.

Marinette giggles taper off into a hiss of fury. Her hair slips out of her pigtails from the constant movement, and multiple strands fall in front of her face. She huffs, ineffectively blowing them out of the way. “Did you really think I ever loved you?”

“Yes!” The words are choked out of his mouth before he can even think, the truth serum-poison kicking in hard and fast. Jason wheezes and the taste of iron lingers like malice in his throat. Fuck, he thinks desperately, I'm running out of time and Marinette isn't snapping out of whatever the fuck's been done to her.

He stumbles into another roll, as the blade comes swinging at him again. His vision blurts violently, and the next thing Jason knows—is that his view has suddenly tipped upside down and that there's a throbbing ache radiating from the back of his shoulders and head.

“Huh, you really do have a thick skull. Normally that'd be enough to knock anyone else out. Well, I guess I'll have to do this the old fashioned way.” Marinette rambles, pulling out a rag.

Jason grunts as he pushes himself only to be slammed back into the concrete warehouse floor, rag pressed firmly over his mouth and nose.

He thrashes and refuses to inhale. Marinette scowls and kicks him sharply into the ribs, causing him to gasp through gritted teeth. But it's enough to affect him.

His vision teeters then flickers to black, he can feel his movements slowing—becoming more and more sluggish until he's as still as he was in that fucking coffin he's had to crawl out of once before. At least, he barely manages to cling to the final thought, I can't spill any secrets if I carry them to the grave once more.

And then it all fades away.

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Lila steeples her finger and smirks. She's sitting in her plain white office for the Agreste, three monitors set up before her on the desk. The middle screen shows her emails and a few tabs up on fashion for work-related reasons. The outer two screens, however, show the feed to two identical cells—two by four by five metres with cement floors and grey brick walls, no windows and a single plain black metal door. No furniture either, not even beds or toilets, just chains attached to the wall opposite the door. And in the chains is what has Lila so very happy indeed; Marinette and Jason, one in each cell and both stuck in the chains with no hope for escape.

A steady pool of blood has already formed beneath the both of them, thanks to the wonderful work of her Sentimonster duplicates of the two.

Lila can't help but monologue in her glee, “It's so excellently simple really. Even if one escapes, there's no way they'll help the other escape now. Now they've experienced the pain of betrayal and torture inflicted by the other!”

Footsteps approach the door to her office; all it takes is a quick click and click of the mouse and her two outer screen feeds flip to showing more work-related tabs and emails.

The door opens to reveal Adrien, slightly dishevelled—hair and shirt ruffled, eyes red with dark bags beneath them, and shiny tear streaks down his cheeks—he stands in the threshold, shaking. “Did you know?”

Lila smiles in fake confusion. “Know what?”

Adrien swallows, gaze flickering to her screens. “Marinette's dead. So is Jason.”

Lila tilts her head to the side to make it look as though she's thinking. “The Wayne boy that was close to her, right? Oh dear.”

His tired gaze turns back to Lila as he continues. “They think both of them were kidnapped and tortured separately. Police have found traces of an altered truth-serum among the bloodstains and��” He chokes for a second, grief plain as day across his face. “and they found pieces of fingers, ears, slices of skin, and all.”

“Oh, oh, that's horrible!” Lila gasps, covering her mouth with her hands to hide the victorious curl forming on her lips. “Have they found out who was cruel enough to do that to them yet?”

Adrien shakes his head silently.

“Hopefully, the culprit will be found soon. But if you need any support, I'll always be here for you, Adrien!” Lila gravely announces, bobbing her head slightly as she spoke.

He narrows his eyes at her, shakes his head, and then stalks away from her office.

She scowls as soon as his back turns and gets up to shut her door. “Well,” She says to herself as she flips back to the cell feed, “at least that means I'll have plenty of time to pull the secrets from you two without the police thinking to look for you alive.”

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[ladynodrinette]

Wisdom teeth removal - Outtakes

AO3

Part 1, 2, 3

"We are gathered here today, well, we heard that speech today already haven't we?," Nino held the mic standing to Adrien's left and the crowd laughed.

"I was very honoured when Adrien asked me to be his best man and to hold a speech in honour of their marriage. I was extremely thrilled, until this guy right here told me I mustn't mention the wisdom teeth removal video," Adrien's eyes widened.

"Seriously, he made me promise not to speak of it, not to play it again for the thousand time ever since we were seventeen," Nino continued and the crowd laughed quietly.

"But, some promises are meant to be broken, don't you think so, Alya,"  Nino smiled sheepishly and looked over to where Alya was getting up from her seat and placing a mic in front of her lips, right from Marinette. Marinette's eyes glistened in panic and she seemed to be saying something to Alya while trying to be quiet (not that the whole crowd didn't hear 'Alya I swear to God').

"I'd like to agree, Nino. Since I was honoured to be your maid of honour, Marinette," she placed her hand on Marinette's shoulder, "Nino and I decided to prepare a surprise for you both!"

"We've all watched the video, mocked them for years, but what all of you didn't know-" Alya said.

"-There are clips that didn't make it into the videos!" Nino continued and Adrien and Marinette just about lost it. They looked at each other with horrendous looks as their guests yelled in excitement, they watched a projector being set up and in a matter of minutes, teenage Adrien was on screen.

Adrien slapped his hands on his face in embarrassment as video-Adrien danced around the dentist office, or rather flapped his arms in the air ridiculously. Marinette giggled next to him and moved her hand across his back in a comforting motion, but her giggling stopped when the clip was replaced with one of her own.

She was dancing like an idiot, maybe even worse than Adrien when video-Alya's voice suddenly cut in: "Why don't you try twerking?" Apparently, drugged Marinette thought it was a great idea and began doing it right away, not that it looked at all like twerking, she looked like a fish out of water.

Marinette hid her red face in her arms on the table as everyone laughed and when she looked over to Adrien, she realised he was blushing (maybe even more than she was).

"What's got you blushing?"

"Oh, shut up," he said and looked away and she grabbed him by the elbow, pulling him closer and leaning her head on his shoulder.

When they looked at the screen again it was Adrien lying in the chair smiling while looking at the ceiling. "What you thinking about, dude?" Nino's voice said.

"Nothing," video-Adrien smiled and looked away like a Disney channel teenage girl who received a text from her first boyfriend.

"Come, on tell me, I won't tell anyone," Nino whispered.

"Won't tell anyone, my ass!" real-time-Adrien screamed over the video and everyone was laughing.

"No, 's embarrassing," video-Adrien pushed Nino away and giggled. Yes, giggled. Marinette cooed at the sight and looked over to Adrien's slight blush on his face and kissed his cheek. He looked over at her and squeezed her arm.

"Come on, tell me, man."

Adrien looked to the side and mumbled a long sentence, but it was unclear both because he was whispering and because the way he spoke was distorted.

"What did you say?"

"We were talking about Marinette and I thought of her a-" he looked to the side and he was blushing.

"Her what?"

"Ass," he said and threw himself on the floor from the chair. The guest laughed as Marinette gaped and looked over at Adrien.

"You do have a pretty nice ass."

"Adrien!" she smacked his shoulder and he laughed.

"Shut up, you love me."

"Unfortunately."

A clip of Marinette sitting on the floor with her legs crossed was shown and she looked over at Alya. "Do you think he has abs?"

Alya was laughing, both in the video and in real life.

"I think he does," video-Marinette nodded to herself and hummed. Marinette took a sip of her drink, trying to ignore Adrien's furious eyebrow wiggling.

After a couple of seconds, she looked up at Alya again and said; "I want to touch his abs." Marinette spit out her drink as Adrien smirked as he whispered into her ear: "Any time, babe," and she pushed him away by the face.

A clip of Adrien laughing like an idiot was shown, and it that wasn't funny enough he looked over at Nino and slapped his own cheeks.

"What's wrong with you, dude."

Adrien laughed again and started singing: "I can't feel my face when I'm with you."

Marinette was still sitting on the floor when she was on the screen again. When the blond nurse came into the room to grab something she quickly got up and said: "When can I get my teeth back?"

The nurse smiled gently and said: "We don't usually give those back."

"Why not? They are mine." The nurse kept smiling when Marinette's eyes widened.

"Has anybody ever told you you look exactly like Adrien-"

"YOU HAVE!" the nurse screamed out of frustration before leaving the room.

The screen was suddenly split into two, one side being Adrien, one Marinette.

"She'd be the perfect girl to marry," Adrien's clip played then stopped.

"God, Alya, I'd marry him in a heartbeat," Marinette's clip played right after.

Adrien and Marinette looked over at each other fondly and he pressed a quick peck on her lips before looking over at the screen again.

"What do you think your marriage would look like?" a question stood on the screen.

"Three kids, at least," Adrien said.

"Three kids," Marinette lifted three fingers and giggled.

The screen was cut into two and at the same time they said: "and a hamster!"

"I would take care of the kids all day longgg," Adrien said with his eyes closed and head leaning to the side.

"I don't know how I would be with them all the time with sewing and everything," Marinette groaned.

"But I don't think she'll ever fall in love with me, Nino," video-Adrien sniffled.

"What's the point of talking about this when we know he won't ever look my way," Marinette smiled but her eyes were filled with tears.

The clip no longer showed the dentist room as pictures shifted on the screen.

A picture of the two of them from the back while playing Mecha Strike III.

A picture of Marinette watching Adrien from her seat.

A picture of Marinette asleep in Adrien's arms on Alya's couch when they were supposed to be doing their history project.

A picture of Adrien looking at Marinette fondly on their graduation without her looking back at him.

A picture of Malon jumping on Adrien's back and Marinette running towards them with a terrified expression.

A picture of Adrien on one knee and Marinette crying her eyes out.

Suddenly Nino and Alya were on screen standing next to each other.

"We put this together to show you how perfect you are for each other, so you can have something to look back on at all times."

"But before things get sappier than they are," Alya pointed to the camera, "Marinette wipe those tears off your face," she smiled and Marinette wiped the tears she didn't even know had fallen.

"As she was saying before things get sappier, here are a couple more clips."

Adrien was standing in the corner of the room in front of the mirror above the small sink.

"Why are these swollen?" he patted his cheeks.

"They took your wisdom teeth out," Nino said behind the camera.

Adrien looked over to Nino and Nino already knew what was going to come out of his mouth: "Not so wise anymore, am I."

Nino's groan could be heard and he walked away from Adrien.

"Don't you think that's absolutely CATastrophic!"

"You never change, huh?" Marinette whispered to Adrien.

"Never, my lady."

Marinette was out typing on her phone and Alya asked her what she was doing. "Just tweeting," Marinette answered.

The screen was filled with 20 identical tweets tweeted minutes apart (They took my fucking teeth)

"Why isn't my Twitter working?"

"Oh it's working well, girl," her best friend chuckled.

When Adrien appeared on screen again Nino asked him: "How are you going to take photo shoots with that swollen face?"

"My dad gave me a couple days off," Adrien smiled cheekily.

"Really, how did that happen?"

"I told him," Adrien stood up, "old man, just give me a couple days off, or else." Adrien hid behind Marinette's small frame when he felt his father glance at him ("You do realise he knows you're still here?" "Mari, goddamit shut up.")

"Really?"

"Hell, no."

The next clip played: "What would you say to Adrien if you didn't go all stupid around him?"

"Yo, hot stuff," Marinette smiled, "I want to girlfriend you, I mean I want to be the boyfriend to your, no wait I mean-" she groaned.

Adrien was sitting upright next to Marinette again and he looked over and said: "Aw babe, you had a crush on me."

"We're married!"

"Do you think Marinette would mind if I wore a Ladybug themed suit to our wedding?" video-Adrien asked. Marinette looked over to him and smirked confidently: "Speaking of crushes."

Adrien yelled across the auditorium again: "I wanted a tie she didn't let me!"

"And she could sew a Chat Noir themed dress for herself!"

"I would call her Meowrinette for the rest of our lives." video-Adrien said.

"That's not such a bad idea, y'know," Adrien smiled over to Marinette.

"Chaton, don't you dare."

The final clip played and Marinette was leaning on her dad for support mumbling something.

"What did she say Mme Dupain-Cheng?" Alya asked Sabine.

"I don't know, it was probably about Adrien, though." Sabine giggled.

"Not that we mind, though," Tom said.

Marinette looked over to where her parents were sitting and smiled.

The screen said 'Congratulations' and Marinette and Adrien kissed for the 100th time that day.

"Much better than a speech right?" Nino said into his mic and the crowd cheered.