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Too Late: Alix (commission for miner249er)

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Summary:  Alix's bad day at the end of a bad week, she just wants to be alone but she gets an unexpected visitor.

She could taste the salt of her tears and the metallic taste of blood from how hard she was biting her lip to keep her sobs under control. Alix Kubdel hardly ever cried, she hated crying, not because she thought it was weak or anything like that but personally she hated the feeling. She hated the way her eyes itched afterwards, the exhaustion that followed, and the headache that slowly made itself known. Then there was the way the dried tear stains felt on her face, like they were on display for all to see no matter how hard she scrubbed at her cheeks with her hands. Realistically she knew no one was home to see her tears but she couldn't help but feel like she had to get rid of her tears as fast as she could so no one could tell she had been crying. Jalil and her father were at the museum and would be there until closing so Alix would be home alone for a while but that did nothing to calm her worries. 

Alix needed to stop crying so she could put a cold washcloth over her eyes before her dad and brother got home so neither knew she cried, but it was so hard to stop when you started. Alix loved her dad, she really did, but he tried so hard to be there emotionally for her since her and Jalil's mother just decided she wanted to up and leave and see the world. Alix was young at the time but she knew it had hurt Jalil a lot though he never spoke about it much, but when Alix started growing her dad took it upon himself to try and be both parents in one. It was a nice sentiment but really she just needed her alone time. More so now that everything in her class had gone down and consequently blown up. 

Her dad had begun to hover more than usual around her, asking how she was, if everything was okay at school, if she needed to talk. And really, she got it, she did, but it was irritating her more than it was helping her and that just made her guilt grow. The feeling just grew day by day, never going away, never lessening, and Alix just wanted it to stop. She could deal with the stares her and her class got at school, she could even handle the pranks, the bullying wasn’t something new she had experienced but it had been a long time since she had to deal with it, but she would deal with it. What was eating at her was the guilt. She felt it when Marinette, who had been akumatized, came into their class and ripped into them and exposed Lila. Though that didn’t feel right, maybe she had felt it earlier but ignored it. 

When Lila had shown up Alix was a little skeptical of her, she seemed too good to be true, but then again so did most of her classmates. Adrien was Paris’s Golden Boy and Top Model, not to mention the Gabriel Brand’s face. Max was a genius who made his own AI who actually experienced emotions and Max was a video game tournament champion. Rose, Juleka, and Ivan were in a band together that had fans. Alya was recognized as the creator of the Ladyblog and at the time the one and only blog to have the scoop on anything Ladybug related and to have it Ladybug approved. Nino was a DJ and he was pretty well known amongst teens and on his YouTube. Nathaniel and Marc had a comic series that was beloved by Paris. Mylene’s dad was a well known local actor and Mylene was a favorite in the Drama club. Kim was the class’s all around athlete, the boy loved every sport and it seemed like every sport loved him. Sabrina’s dad was a well known officer and Chloe’s parents were known by all. 

Then there was Alix, and she didn’t want to sound like she was bragging but her dad was one of the lead Historians at the Louvre and she had won her fair share of skating competitions. Lastly there was Marinette, Marinette who had designed for Jagged Stone, Marinette who had her designs approved of the Style Queen and Gabriel Agreste. Marinette whose parents ran one of, if not the most popular Boulangerie in Paris. Clara Nightingale thought the world of her and so did many others, her kindness was brilliant if not worrisome. In short, Marinette Dupain-Cheng was an amazing human being that many looked up to, that many were maybe jealous of. 

Maybe that's why Alix and the class didn't question Lila when she came to the class spinning fantastic tales of tinnitus, kittens and best friends. Their class was full of amazing, capable, connected people, Lila was just another one, or so they believed. She sounded like another Marinette, or, and Alix hated to admit it, a better Marinette. Lila had more skills-yet only in name, she had more connections-the list grew day by day, she had better connections, and she was more genuine and reliable-her charities were more than enough proof...right? Alix would be lying if she said she wasn't impressed by the connections and thought about asking Lila to set up a meeting with her and her favorite skaters. Alix would have never thought to ask Marinette, even if she did have the connections, she couldn't really explain it well but asking Marinette would have made her feel bad. Marinette already did so much and they never really thanked her, and everytime Alix thought about it she would feel bad and worry that the girl was going to overwork herself. Then again, Marinette had never said no so the class just kept asking for favors and it really was no excuse but Alix would get caught up in excitement for things she wanted like banners or treats or a formal tux for events at the museum. Yet, there was just something about asking Marinette if it was possible for Alix and of course the class to meet Jagged Stone or Clara Nightingale. 

Then Lila came and offered to make all these connections happen. It...It was like she made it known she wouldn’t mind if you asked to make connections with someone you were interested in. It made guilt swim and settle in her stomach to remember thinking that she, they, didn’t really need Marinette anymore. Lila was better, Lila was more connected, Lila was flawed. Alix wasn’t stupid, she noticed the way Lila spoke, Lila was bragging but doing it subtlety by telling her stories. She was sure others noticed too, they had too, but then Marinette had said Lila was lying, and it wasn’t a one-off thing either. She claimed...no, she tried to warn them so often that they just took to ignoring her. Well...most took to just ignoring her, others got annoyed, played some pranks, but now that Alix thought of it Lila had suggested the pranks in a way that made it seem like it was the class’s idea. 

The more she remembered the sicker she felt and the more tears would fall. Marinette had always seemed perfect even with her clumsiness, it awed the class but she knew it also made them envious. So when Marinette had been warning them that Lila was lying and too good to be true, they ignored her or responded in hurtful ways because they could, because they felt just that bit better that Marinette wasn’t this perfect being of sweetness and talent and justice. It was bitter and horrible but Alix felt only a little better knowing she wasn’t the only one who felt like that, the girl group talked about it at sleepovers and even Kim and Max had admitted it to her. She wished she hadn’t been so star-struck or bitter, she wished she had been more willing to believe Marinette, but she dismissed her. Alix dismissed her friend out of awe for another, jealousy that she knew she had no real reason to feel, the words of others like Alya who said Marinette was only saying that Lila was a liar because the Italian was getting close to Adrien. 

She shouldn’t have placed all her belief that Alya or Max would fact check things and surely would have told them if Lila was actually the silver-tongued fox that Marinette claimed. Alix should have done her own research, after all, a good Historian checks their sources and gathers their own evidence, and in the words of Carl Sagan that seem to eerily apply to her class’s situation, “Extraordinary claims require extraordinary evidence.” The worst thing is Alix did check some things that Lila had claimed and when she found them to be false she just figured Lila must have forgotten details, or that she just wanted some attention and that surely her classmates also knew not to take everything at face value. But that’s what they did. That’s what they all did. 

Her dad wanted her to talk to a therapist about it, because even if she tried to hide how it was affecting her, he knew. He always did, and boy did that make her feel worse. Everything seemed to be making her feel worse. Then the bullying, because there really wasn’t anything else to call it, that happened today in the park was just the cherry on top of her “bad” day. Nino and Alya had been absent again, everyone just seemed so lifeless, and the stares and the snide remarks were just too much to handle today. Alix was grateful that Aurore and Mireille had stood up for her but some part of her wished they didn’t, some part of her believed she deserved it. ‘No one deserves to be bullied.’ She could hear Marinette say in her mind and that made the tears run faster. 

Alix curled a blanket around her small form as she wept and clutched it to her chest as close as she could. She didn’t even have the energy to grab one of the few stuffed plushies she had, she remembered fondly teasing Rose about her favorite unicorn plushie and the bet they had made about Marinette and her love-life yet again. That seemed like a lifetime ago, but it was a happy time and Alix yearned for that familiarity and carefree happiness back. She would do anything to just go back and do it all over, she had even planned on it before she remembered she no longer had her family watch that had actually been a Miraculous. Her future self had it, which is still something she hadn’t told her father, but like so many times before, Alix wished she still had it.

If she did she would...she would obviously go back before any of this happened. She would make sure Marinette never got akumatized. How she would ensure that she didn’t know but she felt like it would have to do with Lila. Maybe she would just make it so Lila never transferred to Collège Françoise Dupont. If she couldn’t do that then she would just make sure no one believed Lila’s lies! Anything! She would do anything if it meant getting Marinette back and being her friend again. She took that friendship for granted...and that was a mistake she was living with and hated immensely. She hated Lila Rossi. Most importantly, she hated herself for not doing more, for not questioning more, and for not believing in Marinette more. It was those thoughts that wrenched another sob from her and made her pull the blanket in her hands closer to smother the sound of her sobs. 

Before she could have even begun to think about getting up and trying to make herself look like she didn’t just cry her eyes out, Alix felt a weird energy that made her sit up and look around. It felt like every hair on her body was raised, goosebumps raised in a wave and there was just this thing, this static, this energy that made her nose twitch. Then a noise appeared, it popped into existence before it changed to a sort of whirring sound and finally, finally Alix saw a ring of blue begin to open up in the middle of her room. She watched even when the light from the familiar looking portal started to hurt her eyes, she watched until she saw Bunnyx come fully out of the portal, and she watched as said portal disappeared before she made her move. 

“Hey mini-me-” Alix didn’t waste a second before she launched herself at her older self and hugged her and just cried whatever tears she had left. If she was here maybe there was something they could do. Maybe that’s why Bunnyx was here because she needed Alix’s help and all of this would just be a horrible nightmare of a memory. 

“Hey, hey, hey. What’s wrong mini-me? Wait...nevermind, I remember. Do you want to talk about it?” Bunnyx asked as she led them to Alix’s bed and sat them on the edge before letting her transformation drop. 

“No.” Alix sniffled. “Yes. But like, you know what happened so wouldn’t it be pointless?” 

“It’s more like my brain reboots the memories of whatever timeline I’m in, so in a way I remember but not everything. I remember sadness. I remember some vague, mean and cliche kids being bullies. I just don’t remember the specifics.” Bunnyx, since it was easier to refer to her as Bunnyx than just future Alix, explained. 

“Yeah...I mean it’s nothing I-we haven’t dealt with before but with the whole Marinette akuma and disappearance thing happening...it’s like everyone feels like they have some kind of justification for bullying, I mean they’ve shoved me and Rose into lockers for crying out loud! As if that would be something Marinette would be okay with! Everything! The whole world just...it’s wrong now that she’s gone.” Alix lamented as she stood up and paced the space in front of her bed. “But that’s why you’re here right? We’re going to go fix this, right?”

Alix watched as Bunnyx gave her a sad smile before closing her eyes and shaking her head, it looked like the energy was just sapped from her. “No. I came because-”

“No? What do you mean ‘no?’ This-this timeline is wrong! It’s-It’s wrong and broken and we need to fix it.” 

“Alix...there’s nothing we can do about the past in this timeline. This timeline was already born, maybe even before us, and we can’t just go back and try to change it. There is always a price to pay when it comes to time. We could make it worse, or destroy it. There’s a reason why we didn’t get our Miraculous until we were older, and there’s a reason why our Miraculous is the Miraculous of the last defense. Miraculous cannot be used for selfish means.” 

“How is making sure Marinette never got akumatized selfish? How is maybe making it so Lila Rossi never came to our school selfish? That sounds like problems solved to me.”

“Those things aren’t what are putting this timeline in danger, mini-me.” Bunnyx said with such confidence and full of such sorrow and anxiety it made Alix’s own frenzied thoughts halt. 

“What do you mean,” Alix asked carefully as she sat beside Bunnyx. “This timeline is in danger?”

Bunnyx took in a shaky breath before she spoke. “I had a dream about this timeline, and a dream for us is really more of a possibility. It’s not exactly a premonition because it doesn’t have to happen but the probability of it happening is...higher than it should be. In the dream I saw a war. And not a typical one which is bad to say.”

“A war.” The words left Alix in a rush along with her breath.

“A war. A war that if not stopped will cover this world in darkness and death. The one who starts the war...I can never see them clearly, they are in the skies, but they feel familiar and at the same time they’re a stranger to me. To us. I saw fire, so much fire, and the air was filled with roars and screeches that shook the earth. I can’t go too much in detail but I also didn’t see much to begin with, but when I had this...dream, this vision, I knew I had to warn someone.”

“And that was me?” 

“Ladybug wasn’t an option this time...you’re the only one I can count on, the only one I can warn mini-me.” Bunnyx confessed.

“What...what am I supposed to do? I don’t even have a Miraculous! I’m...I can’t even get up the nerve to tell dad and Jalil to shut up when they’re fighting. Whether it be about Egyptian history or about whether Agreste Senior was Hawkmoth or not. Their fighting has gotten worse too! What am I supposed to do?” Alix could feel her panic rising. She understood why Bunnyx warned her but at the same time she wished she hadn’t. Alix was just a kid dealing with bullies. What could she do that could help prevent some horrific war?

“You’ll figure it out Alix, we always do. I believe in you, which is kind of you believing in yourself already but, you need to believe in yourself too kiddo. I know you feel angry, and sad, and guilty. You made a mistake and it seems like you know that, and accept it, but you also need to forgive yourself or you’ll be stuck in the past. And that’s no way to live.” Bunnyx stood from her place on the bed before nodding her head at Alix’s desk where she saw a floating creature. It probably would have freaked her out if she hadn’t felt so mentally and emotionally drained. She watched as Bunnyx called for her transformation and opened a portal. 

“How will I know what to do?” 

“You’ll know, we have good gut-instincts, listen to them. I promise mini-me, we can get through this.” 

Alix watched as Bunnyx left through her portal and there was still panic but mostly she just felt numb, but she couldn’t ignore the voice in the back of her head that was trying to connect Marinette’s akumatization and disappearance with what future her had just told her about. Maybe it was just her further obsessing over those events and wanting them to be the root of the problem because that would justify her anger and pain, or maybe it was instinct. 

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Misconceptions, Miscommunication, and Misinformation Pt81

Inspired by @ozmav Maribat AU

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As soon as the portal closed behind them Chloe and Luka dropped their transformations. Marinette was once again piggybacking Chloe as they turned to look at Tikki and the other Kwami. She hadn't wanted to transform again because she wasn’t certain what Tikki had done and was worried the other four would disappear along with her. She couldn’t afford to have the League members find out if they were just temporary, and she had no way to ask Tikki with them all there.

“You couldn’t have given me some type of heads up or warning?” It was so strange talking to Tikki while she was in human form. It also hadn’t escaped her that all five of the Kwami were in her designs and she wasn’t sure whether she should be flattered or if Tikki had just picked the first things that had come to mind.

“I’m sorry Marinette. I’m tired of watching them treat you like that and I had to do something. I was going to discuss this with you to see if you were okay with it but I really do think you could use the extra help and they volunteered.” So not temporary then, that would require some serious thought. “As I said Plagg can destroy their bodies so if you don’t want to keep them here it’s an easy fix.”

“It’s not that.” Marinette just sighed. This was just one more complication that she really didn’t know how to deal with at this point. “They’ll need identities, papers, and I have no idea how to go about getting those. I’ll need to look for a much bigger place than I was thinking and I’m not sure I can afford that yet and be able to renovate it for wheelchair access as well. Not to mention-” She cut off as Damian shoved his phone in her face. She’d noticed him on it but assumed he was trying to calm down his family. On the screen was a huge house not too far from her current school.

“What do you think of this?” She could only blink at the screen for a moment before she grabbed the phone to get it at a better distance so she could read it properly. It wasn’t a house either, it was a freaking mansion. Twelve bedrooms, fourteen bathrooms, two kitchens for crying out loud, and that wasn’t counting the guest house, or groundskeepers house or whatever it was. It was three stories plus a basement but it did have an elevator. Then she looked at the price.

“Damian there’s no way I can afford that right now, and honestly it’s probably too big.” He was shaking his head before she’d even finished.

“You don’t need to afford it. Since I’m staying here for the foreseeable future I need a more permanent residence that lives up to the Wayne name and can house whatever family members happen to show up. If it happens that when I end up leaving Paris you like it and can afford it you can buy it from my father, but until then since you’re such a ‘good influence’ on me he thinks us staying in the same residence will be beneficial to the both of us. And don’t worry about documentation for your new friends, Alfred is already preparing everything.”

She could only stare at him. He’d said everything in such a matter of fact tone, as though her answer were a foregone conclusion. She wanted to be annoyed with him but she knew it was his way of showing support and caring. She looked back at the phone and really looked at the pictures. The front entrance didn’t have steps and there were at least two bedrooms on the first floor. Even with the elevator she’d rather not have to be dependent on it in case of repairs or power outages. It could work.

“Fine, but I’m paying for any renovations that need to be made for me. And I’m paying rent since there will be five of us living there and I have a feeling Chloe will be there more often than not.” Damian just raised an eyebrow at her.

“I can tell my father that but he won’t listen. This won’t be a drain on our resources at all and he’ll want you to save for your future. I will try to talk to him though.” That sounded about right. When you have money to just throw at a problem you don’t necessarily consider how other people will see it. Damian was tapping away on his phone again and frowning in annoyance.

“He says if it will make you feel better about it you can be the family designer and instead of rent comp the materials. Sadly enough that probably will work out about right given how many of us there are.” She blinked at that. Sure, the materials wouldn’t be cheap but the exposure she’d get from the Waynes wearing her designs exclusively would far outweigh the cost. Damian was now scowling at his phone. “He also wants to see if you’d be willing to work with our R&D department to make materials for protection that can be put into all sorts of clothing. We actually commissioned you for suits with Kevlar once and he was very impressed with both the utility and design.”

“I remember those. It was a fun challenge if a rather odd request. Granted I didn’t think it was too strange given the amount of people in the public eye that get attacked.” But could she really just let Bruce Wayne pay for her housing like this? Wouldn’t people talk? It could hurt his reputation to be housing a teenager. At best they would think he was keeping his son happy by keeping his girlfriend close, at worst… she didn’t even want to think about it.

“He also wants to circulate a story that you were attacked after you revealed yourself as the designer behind Functional Fashion and that’s how you were paralyzed. Between that and having you actually work with Wayne Enterprises it would make sense that we would be concerned about your safety enough to house you in a secure location.” But would it?

“What if my parents technically lived there as well? Maybe even in the guest house or whatever. They wouldn’t be there much because of the bakery but I think it would help with the public image if they were part of it as well.” She didn’t realize until she said it that it meant she was agreeing to this plan. Given the satisfied look on Damian’s face he realized it too.

“And we can have the Kwami make appearances as your staff. Digg would obviously be a bodyguard. Primm looks more like a customer service type or receptionist, and Jett perhaps something with design or tailoring? They don’t have to actually do anything but if the press thinks they’re living at the house because that’s your base of operations it would help. Lyccen…” He seemed at a loss for the Kwami of Anarchy. Granted they could change her look if they had to but she had a feeling Tikki had chosen their attire for a reason.

“Personal assistant. The way people view the disabled everyone will assume my having someone with me all the time to help with things is completely normal.” As much as she hated to say it, it was true. If she could afford to pay someone to help her with normal day to day tasks that were ‘harder’ in a wheelchair no one would question it. Especially since she’d only just lost the use of her legs. As much as she wanted to be independent she could see the use of having a ruse in place to make it seem like she wasn’t. “But how do you plan to get around the fact that there was no police report? Or hospital stay for that matter?” It was a problem she’d been trying to figure out herself. How was she just supposed to show back up paralyzed when she had absolutely no explanation or proof for what happened.

“My father invited you to Gotham to talk about this collaboration and you were attacked there. We are very private and prefer to deal with things in house so it won’t be hard for him to convince the Commissioner to make a report after the fact. We can falsify medical and travel records easily enough.” It was amazing how much morally gray area there was when all you’re doing is trying to save the world.

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THIS IS WAAY TO LATE. IM SORRY. SEMESTER FINALS ARE COMING UP AND I WANT AT LEAST A "B" AVERAGE.

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After what ever time, Bustiers class is like 22/23

Marinette put a hold on all of the DCD commissions in order to go on a trip with Adrien and kagmai. Felix stayed in London.

Marinette, Kagmai, and Adrien go to the fallen temple in Tibet to see if there is anything that can help them defeat hawkmoth

When they get there, this is only one of the Guardians. They are dying so they give Mari any books and any other knowledge on the miraculous

They get told stories and history of certain users. Joan of arc was a ladybug, Robin hood used the tiger miraculous. They're also told there are other miraculous boxes

a story that they gave their full attention to was about a person who had the butterfly miraculous

He was a magician and made himself an akuma to accomplish his magic tricks.

Then marinette remembered when she thought Gabriel couldn't be hawkmoth because he was akumatized

She asked the guardian if there was any way to find out if anyone was a miraculous holder.

The person says there was this serum they made in order to keep track of the miraculous

They give marinette the serum and give the ingredients on how to make the serum.

(I saw this in someones comic. Im sorry that i copied it)

Marinette drinks it, and it works. She looks at Adrien and Kagami, and she can see their masks.

They make a plan. Adrien will meet with his father after drinking the serum and see if the mask shows up.

The plan works. Gabriel is hawkmoth.

After some shock. They say they can just transform and take away the miraculous

But, ever so spiteful Adrien says they should. Reveal hawkmoth in public so that gabriel isn't let off easily

The girls really like this idea

9!!!->

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There are like 2-3 parts left. Im planning on writing a one shot for the last part

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Marinette knew something is up with her new teacher. Whatever it is, she likes the woman already. It became evidently clear Miss Brodeur isn’t going to believe anything Lila spews out. It… it felt nice not having to apologize for things that were completely out of her control. No matter how much Lila tried her best to blame her for supposedly doing something against her, Brodeur didn’t stand for any of it.

But… no matter how much Marinette now enjoyed class, she’s surprised no one has been akumatized yet. Alya for has been sent to the principal’s office more times than she could imagine, all under the pretense of defending Lila. Several of the others were sent away too, but nothing compared to Lila. Either way, it’s not her problem anymore. After her expulsion and return from it, she is giving up on her classmates.

How could she save someone if they don’t want to be saved?

Well… that’s what Marinette thought of recently until she overheard Adrien telling Nino everything Lila has been doing. How broken Adrien was over the entire thing and being absolutely remorseful over his actions. That wasn’t what changed her mind on anything, what got to her was that he finally understood how his actions hurt her and could possibly hurt everyone around him.

Marinette ran off before she could get caught listening into their private conversation. She needed to figure out her next course of action. She knew Nino long enough to know that he had reached that point when he mentioned the fact many people owed him favors.

That never ends wells.

-.-

For the next few days, things got… not awkward but there was enough tension in the room that caused everyone to go on edge. Many waved it off with tomorrow teacher-parents conference while others remained tight lipped about their recent change of behavior. Those that took note of those that are being tight lipped, realization slowly hit them. They had seen this before and it results of that event made them shudder.

At the end of the day, Thursday, Adrien has finally able to talk to Marinette without the need to breaking down. With the help of Miss Brodeur and Nino, he finally gained the courage and understanding to be able to talk to Marinette and apologize for his actions. What terrifies him is whether or not Marinette will still call him a friend after this. He wouldn’t blame her if he no longer wanted to talk, let alone see him after this.

Either way, Adrien knew that it needed to be done... and that’s what he did. It took a lot out of him to apologize profusely for his actions, telling her after talking to Miss Brodeur and Nino, they helped him understand how much his actions and inactions have hurt her.

Adrien said so much that it made Marinette wonder if he had taken a single breath during his many apologies. Then having to help him from sliding into the floor when he lost all his strength in his legs and then making sure there he doesn’t get akumatized anytime soon.

Which has been odd really. Hawkmoth had been quiet recently and it makes Marinette wonder if he’s given up or baiting for time. Then something popped up in her mind that made her wonder about their new teacher.

“You told Miss Brodeur everything? Everything!” Marinette squeaked out, nearly dropping Adrien after having to help him stay grounded.

“I… I told her everything.” Adrien nearly choked out, he wobbled in place just enough that his back hit against a row of lockers. Sliding down on said lockers as he suddenly felt overwhelmed. Marinette crouched next to him, taking hold of one of his hands. “I told her all about Lila and how much her lies have been hurting you and everyone else. I’m an idiot! I shouldn’t have allowed Lila to get away with so much!”

Marinette helped Adrien sit down onto the floor next to a row of lockers. He blonde looked like he’s going to collapsed at any minute and the last thing she needed is for him to get hurt. Sitting next to him, as close as she could get but not enough to make Adrien uncomfortable.

That changed when Marinette saw Adrien looked like he’s about to completely break down in tears throughout his apologies. Without any hesitation, she reached over and pulled him into a hug. Adrien froze but when he felt Marinette run her hands through his hair and starting to hum a soothing tone, he couldn’t help himself but cry onto her shoulder.

Marinette whispered into Adrien’s ear, whispering that it’s okay to cry and to allow one to showcase their emotions. That there is nothing to be ashamed of for crying. There’s no shame in doing so. She knows that Adrien needed this. He needed to let his emotions all out.

Marinette and Adrien froze when they heard the latter’s name being called. Sniffling still, he looked up just in time to see Nino walking out of a classroom. “N-Nino…”

Nino turned his head over to see Adrien and Marinette were sitting on the ground and… oh. Adrien finally talked to Marinette by the looks of it and his emotions got the better of him. About damn time… about damn time. As much he wants to comfort his friend, Nino himself still hasn’t spoken to Marinette and fully apologized for his own behavior and actions against her.

“Nino?”

Nino sucked him a deep breath when seeing Marinette’s own unshed tears. Oh, how many times he had promised himself to never allow those tears to fall all throughout their childhood.

Adrien and Marinette are his friends, and they needed him. Slowly, Nino headed over toward them before a full on sprint and nearly tripping his own feet to fall next to them, hugging them fully. Adrien cries deepened and Marinette finally allowed her own self to cry, perhaps she should have heeded her own words.

That it is okay to cry.

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Not what I expected

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Chapter 10

It was then that his phone rang, apparently, they would be hearing from Mrs Césaire much sooner then they had thought.

Hotch answered his phone and had found out that she was still at work, which happened to be down in the kitchens of the very hotel they were staying in. As she still had an hour on her shift but it was a slow night for her, Hotch offered to come down to the kitchens for them to be able to talk. She accepted so he headed down to join her. He knew he would need to have the team on a conference call, not only so Garcia could look up anything extra at will but so that the team could chip in with anything he forgot to mention. 

This turned out to be such a good idea that Marlena Césaire did the same except her call included her husband, Otis, and her oldest daughter Nora, whom he had met earlier. It turned out that neither of the Césaire's had known what their middle child had been doing and they had been paying Ayla to look after Ella and Etta. Hotch was quiet for a moment at that new before he asked the question that had been playing on his mind.

“Mrs Césaire, when the twins were talking in the bakery earlier they mentioned that sometimes Marinette had to look after all four of them. Now I know two of the four would be Ella and Etta but do you by any chance know who the other two would be?”

Marlena frowned in thought then answered, “The only two I can think of would be Manon Chamack and Chris Lahiffe. Marinette is Manon's go-to babysitter as she has been looking after Manon for years so that one is understandable, Chris, however, is Nino's little brother. I think we need to bring Nino's parents in on this conversation too.”

“Sure.” 

Hotch was quiet as Marlena added Lili Lahiffe to the conversation. Once Lili had answered Hotch and Marlena took turns explaining what they had discovered and eventually asked if she had known that Nino had been pushing his responsibility off onto Marinette for quite some time and more recently onto Lila Rossi.

It turned out while she had known about Marinette looking after Chris now and then, had even sent money to pay for her time, she hadn't known about Lila and was understandably furious. After all, she had never met Lila and Nino knew that Chris was not to be left with anyone she didn't know. Hotch was briefly worried about an Akuma but knew that there would be nothing he could do about it.

They spent the next half an hour trying to make sure they all had the same information until it was decided that Marlena and Lili would join the Bau at the Bakery the next day and see if Marinette had anything to add. The two women would talk to their youngest children before heading over as well.

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1 PM arrived faster than anyone thought it would. Tom and Sabine's house was packed to bursting with so many people that were there, Marinette had been surprised by the addition of Marlena and Lili but had simply added extra cups to the tray and made sure that there were enough snacks set out for everyone. Sabine was closing the bakery and Tom was just finishing the rest of the cleanup that he needed to do then they would be joining everyone too. Marinette had decided to give Marlena the twins' recital outfits while they waited and had run-up to her room to fetch them. She soon came back down with two thin boxes in her hands, which she promptly handed to Marlena.

“What do you think of these?” She asked after prompting Marlena to open the boxes. “I know that they will be doing different routines this time and I had thought to ask them for their opinions on these the next time I looked after them but I haven't seen them in about two months now. Isn't the recital meant to be in three weeks?”

Marlena was shocked, “Are you sure you want the twin to wear these? They are so pretty! It seems such a waste for children so young.”

“Oh, I made their last ones too. Once they have outgrown them, they get given to the teachers for any kids that can't afford to get their own outfits made. I don't mind making them as the twins are always so happy with them. As I used to look at the twins at least once every two weeks, it was easy to get their measurements.”

Marlena and Lili exchanged a look then Lili decided she needed to speak up, “Marinette how often have you been looking after the kids for us? I know I only gave Nino money for you once a month but if you've been seeing the twins at least once every two weeks...” Lili's voice trailed off at the look of pure confusion on Marinette's face.

“What do you mean you gave Nino money for me? I've never been paid to look after Chris, Ella and Etta, only for Manon. Nadia is always very prompt with that but Ayla always asked me to look after the twins at the last second, occasionally she even just showed up with a 'Hi, something came up, gotta go, bye' sort of attitude. I always thought you knew when I had them though.” Marinette's voice was soft by the time she had finished speaking. She could see both women were breathing deeply trying to keep their tempers in check.

“Tell us everything,” Marlena requested. 

So Marinette did. She told them about the recitals she took the twins to, about all the times she'd looked after them only to have to pull an all-nighter to get all her homework done. She even told them about the number of times she had refused to look after the kids due to an Akuma attack happening, only to see the children after the attacks looking very unhappy.

“Ayla stopped asking me to look after them two months ago when I had to say I couldn't take them the one evening due to being extremely busy with a commission. She yelled at me, saying I was a bad friend for saying no, then left. I haven't looked after them since.” Marinette concluded.

Both women were stunned. Their children had been left in the care of someone else, without their knowledge or consent, they had been dragged into potentially dangerous situations at times and now they were being left with a total stranger. Lili wondered what had happened to the money that she had given Nino to pay Marinette. He didn't have anything new so he hadn't spent it on himself, she'd have to ask him she concluded.

“I thought I taught my children better than this,” Marlena said brokenly.

“If I may?” JJ spoke softly, “Their actions might not truly be their own. We can't say too much but I suspect that they may be being manipulated by someone. We are investigating it so try not to be too hard on yourselves about this. I know how responsible my son is for his age but even I don't know if he would have been able to avoid this person's manipulations.”

JJ's words made both women nod and they smiled thankfully at her. They then took their leave as they wanted to get back to their families. They did, however, agree not to say anything just to Ayla and Nino just yet.

Once they had left and the drinks and eats had been topped up, Hotch spoke.

“Now that we have that out the way I recommend that we make sure everyone in this room is on the same page so that we can plan our next move.”

The look on everyone's faces would have sent shivers down Nekane and Hawkmoth's spins. 

Just a quick note:

I tried looking for Nino's mother's name and couldn't find one, I also couldn't find any mention of his father so just pretend they are divorced for this AU.

If you are curious to know why I chose Nekane Layla Kelly as Lila's real name it's because Nekane means 'suffering', Layla means 'woman of the night' and Kelly means 'Intelligent and bright'. While I dislike Lila (which ironically also means “woman of the night”) I do think she has a brain and that she knows how to use it to get what she wants.

I also named her first target Aisha as it means 'one who is alive.'

I will be writing a marvel/ ladybug oneshot shortly, for those interested. :)

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He was beautiful

He was beautiful.

Every strand of blond falling perfectly into place in a wave of yellow. Every speck in his eyes a flurry of warm aqua and cool turquoise. Every freckle on his face a constellation of stars in a tanned galaxy Every fleck on his lips was a royal magenta and a bold fuchsia.   He was beautiful, and Nico’s paintbrush could not do him justice.

“Just like that your Highness,” Nico said as he peered around the side of his painting to get another look at the King “Don’t move.”

King William would have smiled if he hasn’t been told to stay still. But he did what the painter said.

“Perfect. Just perfect”

Whether Nico was talking about the King or the painting, he wasn’t so sure.

Nico and King William had met a week ago when His Highness had sent him a request for him to commission a few portraits of him after seeing some of Nico’s other paintings in a gallery. He had arrived a few days later, and Will had not been let down. For probably the best painter in all over the kingdom, he was severely underappreciated and underestimated.

Nico was covered in paint, drops of red and blue on his face, arms and clothes. He was the male-modern-day recantation of Snow White. Hair as black as death, skin as pale as bone, lips as red as blood. I guess that makes me Prince Ferdinand Will thought as he watched Nico scrub off a blob of amber paint that fell on the tip of his nose. It wouldn’t be that bad. At least I’d get to kiss him.

He was beautiful

Oh no. I’m falling for him.

“Almost finished, your highness,” Nico said as he poked his head out from the side of the canvas, smiling at Will. “You’re doing great. Just putting on the finishing touches.”

Will wanted to move. Move to rub his cheeks that were sore from smiling, wanted to stretch his legs and snap his back, wanted to roll his shoulders and crack his knuckles and breathe. Breathe long and deep, a deep sigh that blew up his chest and his lungs just to feel the movement. Most importantly, he wanted to move next to the painter, see what he was doing, rest a hand on his lower back (even though Will thought that the action wouldn’t be appreciated) and rest his chin on his shoulder and smile.

But when Nico said “Alright, all done. You can move again” he did none of that

He stood up and stiffly walked over to the painting, body groaning in protest. He walked to the canvas and stopped, gaping in awe. It was beautiful.

Nico had painted him to look like a God. Apollo was what Will thought when he looked at the canvas, at first not recognising it as him. Calming blue eyes as bright as the sky, hair a bright yellow sunlight, strands falling like a halo, freckles like stars, skin like celestial bronze. Deep crimson and sparkling gold decorated his person, a cape, a crown, necklaces of jade and diamond, a smile with teeth as white as pearls.  That can’t be me. I don’t look like that. Will thought as he stared bug-eyed at the portrait. He is not going home without staying for dinner first, at least.

The painter deserved more than a dinner. He deserved a small fortune. It was amazing. It was going directly in the grand library, never mind those other artworks, they can be relocated. This was much more important. A handsome reward the King pondered absentmindedly, A handsome reward for a handsome man.

“It’s beautiful.” Will told Nico “It’s the most amazing artwork in my castle. Name your price”

“What?” Nico asked confused “Price?”

“Yes, how much you would like for the painting. Name your price, and it’s yours.”

“But your Majesty- “

“No, stop with the formalities. Call me Will.”

“Uh, Kin-Will, I don’t- “

“Name your price Nico.”

“I don’t want anything!”

“What?” Will looked at Nico “What do you mean ‘you don’t want anything?’ What don’t you want?”

“I don’t want anything in return for my paintings.” The painter said as he made a confusing gesture that was a cross between raising his hands in exasperation and a shrug. “I’ve never asked anything for them. Why would I start with the king? That’s just stupid.”

Cute, talented and humble. Will thought ok, I can make this work

“How about you stay for dinner then?” Will asked with a hopeful smile. “I’m sure the cooks will make us a meal fit for the gods. Do you wish to stay with me?”

Nico looked up with a smile. The king was so beautiful; Nico had agreed before the sentence was over. I’ve fallen for him, haven’t I? He thought. Oh well, it could be worse.

“Yes Will,” Nico said with a smile, rubbing dried paint off of the outside of his thumb, “I think I will stay for dinner.”

Would anything happen, or would they go home dreaming of things that could have been, but never were? Either way, they would take their chances

Because he was beautiful.

HI! So, this is for @goggles-mcgee who has had kind of a rough week, but I hope this helps Liz!! Thank you for helping ME through a tough week too, but I thought you needed something special. I hope you like it! Also, thanks for @writeroftheprompts for the prompt.

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Misconceptions, Miscommunication, and Misinformation Pt83

Inspired by @ozmav Maribat AU

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“So, you want us to let you move into a mansion with Damian and absolutely no adult supervision?” Marinette blinked at her mother for a moment before frowning. There had to be someone coming to make everything look legit from Damian’s side right? Even if her parents would act as though they lived there Bruce Wayne would surely insist on an adult presence for appearances sake, right?

“I think someone from Damian’s family will be coming. Tim’s the CEO so he can’t stay indefinitely, but I believe someone should be coming to replace him.” She’d have to talk to Damian about that. It’s not like he had a shortage of siblings so they might rotate for all she knew. “Besides, the Kwami will all be there.”

Sabine gave her a flat look before running her eyes over the beings in question. Digg was trying to put the kitchen in order while Tom explained that everything was exactly where he wanted it, no matter how much the Kwami claimed things should be arranged by height, color, even weight at one point. Her father looked to be nearing the end of his rope. Primm was watching the light filter through the window, occasionally forcing it to refract as if through a prism and giggling to themself. Jett was watching and Marinette caught the Kwami of Darkness shatter the effect more than once and smirking when Primm pouted. Lyccen was… wait where was Lyccen? Before Marinette could get too concerned Lyccen stormed into the bakery from the apartment with a bag of chips in hand looking furious.

“Who even does this?” They held up the bag of chips and Marinette saw it was something Sabine’s side of the family sent them as a joke. Baked bacon cheese with seaweed flavor. “I’m the Kwami of Anarchy for crying out loud and I still would never do something like this!” Sabine just raised an eyebrow at Marinette.

“Well they’re not wrong. You can’t tell me you haven’t wondered about the sanity of some of the people coming up with different combinations of flavoring for things.” Okay, so the Kwami might be more like babysitting little kids, but it would still keep her out of trouble.

“Marinette, you may be the Guardian of these beings but I am still your mother and you’re still a minor. I’m not going to let you stay in a house with only other teenagers, gods that act like teenagers, and some unknown adult that may only be a few years from being a teenager themself. If Tom and I are the only adults who can be there because of your responsibilities we’ll make a schedule and hire help if we need to so one of us can be there.” Marinette frowned at the thought. She didn’t want to upend their lives and business because she suddenly couldn’t get around her home.

“Let’s talk to Damian and see what his family plans to do first. He and Tim should be here soon anyway to look over and set up the chair.” They’d had to go back to the apartment for some reason, but said they’d be along shortly. She hadn’t had a chance to ask what they were comfortable sharing with her parents. Given her mother’s hang up on age she wasn’t sure it would help her knowing they were also vigilantes.

“That’s it! Get out of my kitchen.” Marinette started at her father’s bellow. The man was normally a huge teddy bear but he did have his limit. Watching him shove Digg out of the kitchen was amusing by itself, but the Kwami’s confused expression made it hilarious.

“I was just trying to help, nothing in there makes sense.” Digg sounded moderately offended, but Lyccen laughed at him from across the room.

“Get off your high horse. Some artists need chaos to thrive and others just have a process that looks like chaos to those not in their head. I promise that kitchen is in perfect order, you just don’t understand how.” Digg frowned at them.

“That doesn’t make any sense if there is order, I would know.” Primm was the one who giggled this time.

“No you wouldn’t. You’re too much like Jett. Neither of you is interested in the world except for your function in it and you refuse to acknowledge that your effects might take shapes you didn’t intend. Humans constantly form chaos into order and turn order to chaos in new and interesting ways. You simply believe that since you are order personified you understand everything about it when in fact you have tunnel vision.”

Digg and Jett both glared at the Kwami of Light but they had already gone back to playing with the light coming through the window. Yeah, this was definitely going to be like looking after little kids. What exactly had Tikki been thinking? The Kwami she could renounce caused enough trouble but these four she was going to have to watch constantly. Her mother looked like she was about to burst into laughter

“Perhaps you don’t need to have an adult presence since you’ll have to be one. That won’t leave you much time to get into normal trouble. Unfortunately someone does need to watch them while you’re in school.” Marinette just wrinkled her nose in annoyance. She had a successful business and as soon as a couple contracts went through she’d be set for life monetarily unless she started being really reckless. Yet her parents still insisted she finish school.

“Well I could just transfer to homeschooling to be able to keep an eye on them.” Sabine rolled her eyes.

“If we let you home school you would just work on commissions non stop. You need to develop the ability to have a proper work life balance and allowing you to not surface from your work for weeks or months at a time won’t help that.” Marinette shared a look with Chloe and could see her thoughts mirrored on the other girls face. Chloe would never say it out loud because she didn’t want to anger the woman. Marinette had no such filter.

“This from a woman who lives in her business and has no social life outside of customers and one or two friends she hardly ever sees.” She knew as the words were coming out that she should just shut up but couldn’t make herself do it. The look on her father’s face was sheer terror and even the Kwami were looking at her like she’d completely lost it. She was starting to wonder if being crippled had destroyed her self preservation instincts. Maybe it was a form of depression? No. As she looked at her mother’s frighteningly blank face she knew exactly what had happened. All kids pressed their parent’s buttons to test limits and see how far they could go. She didn’t do it often but every time she did she overshot the line by a few meters at least. This would probably go down as one of her worst decisions ever.

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Misconceptions, Miscommunication, and Misinformation Pt50

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The rest of the week was fairly uneventful until Friday. Adrien had grown sullen and quiet for the most part around the time that Discorde had shown up. Right after Damian had helped Ladybug break into the mansion the boy had been in a panic for days. Accusing everyone of stealing something from his room. He refused to say what but Damian had his suspicions. Giving that he’d stopped accusing Damian specifically as soon as the new black cat showed up was a rather obvious tell. Marinette refused to confirm his hunch.

Friday during lunch Damian actually stayed at the school for once. He’d been trying to avoid Luka and Marinette made sure he was always at her house when it was likely Damian would be there. When he brought it up she just gave him an innocent look and said she just wanted to have her friends around as much as possible because she had so few of them now. She wouldn’t admit to forcing them together, but he knew that was her goal.

That was how he ended up listening to a debate between his classmates, Adrien included, about which holder was better and why Ladybug had a new partner to begin with. The fact that any of them questioned the why made him once again want to stab people for their stupidity.

“That’s ridiculous! Of course Ladybug replaced him. All he was doing near the end was making her job harder. I wouldn’t be surprised to learn he was working with Hawkmoth to try and defeat her.” It was a good theory actually especially given who they were, but if the hurt and anger on Adrien’s face was any indication it wasn’t a correct one.

“That’s insane, Chat never would have sided with Hawkmoth. So what if he decided to have a little fun during attacks? It’s not like there’s any real damage once Ladybug casts her cure. Maybe if she’d just paid more attention to his feelings they’d have been more productive.” Just about everyone was looking at him like he’d lost his mind, and that included the ones her were defending the former hero.

“Being a hero is serious business and the last thing anyone needs is someone screwing around when they should be protecting people. What if one day Ladybug’s cure doesn’t work? What if the damage stays for some reason?” Damian really hadn’t meant to get into this debate but hearing this from someone that had fancied themselves and hero pissed him off to no end. “What if his playing at being a hero got one or both of them killed? Oh wait that’s right, he did get himself killed on a regular basis didn’t he? Or mind controlled, or trapped, the list goes on. Chat Noir was good at one thing and one thing only, and that was harassing girls that wanted nothing to do with him.”

“You take that back!” While not unexpected Adrien’s outburst sank Damian’s opinion of him even lower. He honestly hadn’t thought that was possible. “If Ladybug would have just admitted her feelings for him none of this would have happened. She’s the selfish one, turning him down over and over again instead of just giving him a chance and admitting she was wrong!”

Everyone in the room was either edging away from the boy or glaring at him. For his part Damian sent a text to Marinette and Chloe for good measure to let them know there was likely to be an Akuma very shortly, unless of course Gabriel had some reason not to Akumatize his son. It certainly wouldn’t be because he cared about him but perhaps it wouldn’t look good for his brand if the sunshine boy became a villain. Being targeted by them would gain sympathy but even knowing that Hawkmoths victims weren’t given a choice it wouldn’t play well with international buyers and there were a lot of them in town for the fashion show this weekend. It might also hurt his chances to recruit the Functional Fashion designer.

As they made it through lunch with out any purple butterflies showing up Damian took it as more proof that Hawkmoth and Gabriel Agreste were in fact the same person. Sure Hawkmoth didn’t Akumatize every person who got upset but this school was known as his favorite target and there were more students with bad feelings right now than just Adrien. For his part the boy just sat there and pouted for the rest of the break, but at least he wasn’t still spouting nonsense.

Talk in the cafeteria slowly came back to life with a different subject which was of course, the fashion show. Even people who generally had no opinion on the subject felt the need to chime in about one subject and that was the big reveal. Functional Fashion had been a huge hit with people who hated the fashion industry for making clothes that weren’t in any way practical not to mention cost more than most people made in a year. So naturally there was a running debate about which fashion house they would go to, if any.

“There’s no way they’ll end up working for one of the major brands. They’ve said multiple times they’re happy working on commission without a big name to bloat their prices.”

“Then why do a major reveal at all? They could just announce their identity on their website and be done with it. This seems like a ploy to get attention from the fashion community.”

“Well it is a show for amateur and up and coming designers so it is a bit of a shitty move to put that much attention on yourself rather than the people who need it.”

“What if they were going to put their pieces in the show but were afraid they’d be figured out anyway? Maybe this is just so they can do things on their own terms.”

It kept going on and on. Damian didn’t add to the conversation and neither did Adrien though he did look rather interested in it. Damian did wonder how Marinette had convinced someone so set on secrecy to show up in public like this. He remembered a specific post on their site that said they were worried some people in their life would try to steal her ideas or claim she stole them herself. They were dealing with a lot of people lying about them and… and he was such an idiot.

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Adrien tentatively opened the door to Miss Bu… Miss Brodeur's classroom. He doesn't know what to say to her, but he knew if things don't change, Lila will end up getting akumatized again and that's the last thing anyone needed. Well, that's what he keeps telling himself.

Adrien saw that Brodeur is sitting at her desk, checking off on some paperwork. "Miss Brodeur?"

Brodeur looked around from her paperwork to see Adrien nervously walk into the classroom. "Mr. Agreste… is something wrong?"

Adrien paused mid-step. Brodeur doesn't sound anything like before. Stern, straight-forward and showed little to no concern for her students. It reminded him so much of his father that it made him hesitate hearing how sincere, polite and the fact she put away whatever she was working to give him her full attention.

-.-

Adrien doesn't remember how or when how he started to tell Brodeur nearly everything about himself. From how he never had a close relationship with his father, how much he misses his mother, being forced to model for his father's company and so many other things that made Brodeur wonder how the kid managed to stay sane. It does explain a lot of his recent actions, but it doesn’t excuse any of it to some degree.

"Adrien, dear. Breathe." Brodeur said before taking in a deep breath, motioning for Adrien to do the same. Slowly let out that long breath and Adrien did the same. She reached over into her bag that she kept in one of the drawers of the desk to pull out a box of tissues. Offering the entire box to Adrien, the teen took several and promptly blew his nose. "Adrien, how long have you known about Lila's lies?"

"…" Adrien averted his eyes.

"I'm not mad, I simply want to understand." Brodeur said softly. "Why do you insist on covering up Lila's lies?"

"I don't want her…I don't want her to get akumatized again." Adrien replied tiredly, he sagged in the seat Lila had previously sat on earlier. He no longer had the fight to defend anymore. "Her lies…"

A sudden realization swept over Adrien and it caused him to feel like someone had pour a giant bucket of ice cold water over him. "They are hurting everyone… Once Lila's lies are exposed, they'll hurt everyone and it'll be all my fault!"

"Adrien. Adrien! It's not your fault. None of it is your fault."

"Yes it is!" Adrien insisted, he shot up from his seat and started to pace around the room. He twisted his hands into his hair, pulling at it relentlessly. "I knew about Lila and her lies but I kept insisting that she'll learn on her own. That her lies are harmless. I even told Marinette to take the high road after Lila started to target her."  

Brodeur quickly stood up from her spot and quickly walked over to Adrien and placed his hands on his shoulders to get him to stop pacing around. "Adrien, breathe. Repeated after me, breathe in… breathe out. Breath in. Breath out."

Adrien doesn't know how long he repeated the excursive before he found himself sitting down once again. He hunched forward and allowed his arms to hang limply at his sides. He doesn't know what to think or say anymore.

Brodeur walked over to grab her chair and pulled it up next to Adrien. "I'm not going to sugarcoat what I am going to say to you. That is the last you need right now."

Adrien could only nod in agreement. "I messed up, didn't I?"

"Your heart was in the right place, but it was wrong of you to protect Lila's lies under the intention of wanting everyone to be friends." Brodeur stated in a soft but stern tone. "You covering up for Lila, will only end with more people getting hurt. Lila's lies will one day come to light and when they do, those that believed her will get hurt. Her lies are malicious to the point she's not bothered to hurt anyone with her own words. You not saying anything, makes you just as guilty as her… especially making your friend take the high road."

Adrien gulped, before nodding tentatively in agreement. "Marinette knows of Lila's lies and wanted to expose her since the beginning. But Lila is always several steps ahead of her. Lila even managed to get almost the entire class against her… I hoped with Marinette taking the high road, Lila will leave her alone. I don't want to see Marinette get hurt anymore."

"You making her promise that, has probably hurt her more than anything else… including to you being complicit to the lies." Brodeur mentioned. "You need to own up to your own actions and understand what you did wrong. Then grow from it."

"I don't know how..."

"Did you expect to do this one your own? I'll help you! That's why I'm here for!"

-.-

“I’m going to talk to everyone’s parents.”

“Good luck with that, Miss Rossi keeps blocking the calls before it gets to her mother and Agreste is a notorious recluse.”

“I’m actually planning on that.”

TBC.