#ladybug commissioner

[olivier-pouchelon]

[awholelotofladybug]

I know this would probably be the hundredth AU I made where Emilie is alive, but the idea hit me: Emilie Agreste marries Bruce Wayne and they become a literal Bat Family?

[mirdance]

A Walk Home

Pairing: Vampire x fem!reader

Tags: stalking, obsession, light NSFW thoughts, autumn vibes

Summary: Just a vampire who has been pining over you for many years.

Thank you to the commissioner!

In that part of town, along the winding buildings, a rustic brick road cracked and gave way to unmanicured weeds and bushes. He hadn’t noticed until recently the red of the cobblestone dulling over the years, as one tends to only think of the good ol’ days, even in the most mundane of things. The good ol’ days—a subjective opinion based on one’s past, thanks to the lens of nostalgia.

And what were the good ol’ days to you?

You, the one who could clip a plant from private property with no remorse, only remembering manners once the shopkeeper scolded you. You, who had been so enamored by the beauty of that plant that you’d momentarily forgotten all propriety.

He couldn’t remember the plant or the shop. To be fair, your succulent hands had been a terrifying temptress, tiny scrapes decorating your knuckles like glaze.

That was about eight years ago when he first saw you. To this day, he still dreamed of kissing the back of your hand and grazing his tongue against your skin.

He stopped in front of an empty shop with a dilapidated "Closed" sign hanging crookedly on the glass door. The bushes that lined the building were nothing but twigs swaying in the autumn breeze.

You’d ended up working in a nearby antique shop, constantly on the verge of shutting down, as those stores tended to do. The products weren’t even that old, but you’d tell their stories every time someone inquired about them. Not that he remembered any of the stories. After centuries of living, all stories ended up sounding similar and blurring together. However, your animated hands would sometimes gesture so wildly that you almost knocked over the products you were so passionate about, and that was worth remembering.

Red leaves blew across the cobblestone in front of your store, a natural frame for the setting orange sun above. He had just missed being able to visit the shop by five minutes.

“I’m sorry! We just closed. If there’s something specific you want to see, I don’t mind opening for ten more minutes.” Your voice rang against the chilly evening as the bells on the door sang with you locking it. 

“No need. I was just taking a stroll since the weather is cooperating. I’d hate for you to work late just because of me.”

You placed your keys in your bag, one you painted with flowers and ladybugs, and grinned politely. “Yeah, and the owner would probably scold me. Labor laws and all that. But I’d think about it for one of my favorite regulars.”

The leaves rustled beneath your feet.

To be honest, he didn’t know the last time he even thought about labor or laws or combining the two. However, he laughed along with what appeared to be a joke. “Well, we definitely wouldn’t want to break the law. I hope you haven’t been working too hard these days. You’re sounding a bit under the weather.”

You waved him off. “Not at all. Just the changing seasons and all that. I love autumn, but my body doesn’t.”

Your body. He glanced at your hands, one gently resting atop your bag. Comfortable.

“It’s getting late, and I shouldn’t keep you,” he said.

“Please don’t worry. I always enjoy our conver…” You sneezed into your arm.

He quickly stripped off his coat and wrapped it around your shoulders. “You should dress warmly during the changing seasons. It’s not good to shock your body with different temperatures.”

“I know; it was just so warm earlier I didn’t think about it getting cooler later. Thank you for this, but you’re going to need it.”

You began taking off his coat until he placed his hand on your shoulder. “Please,” he begged softly. “It would be inconsiderate of me to allow a lady to be underdressed in the cold. If you’re comfortable, I would be happy to walk you home. Otherwise, I’m sure I’ll visit the shop again this week… I would hate to intrude on your peaceful walk with my babbling.”

You grinned and shrugged into the coat. “I don’t live far. My therapist said I needed to make more friends, anyway.”

And what did a carefree creature like you need a therapist for? It wouldn’t be an appropriate question, but there would be plenty of time for the deeper reflections of life soon enough. He gestured for you to lead the way, and you began walking side by side. “Your therapist is right. It’s good that you’ve found someone who supports your emotional needs.”

You let out a breathy laugh. “I don’t know about that, but they help in some ways.”

He took a moment to listen to the way your shoes brushed against the leafy sidewalk, lighter and more haphazard than his own. “Well, if you ever need a listening ear, I’ve heard I have pretty decent skills.”

“I appreciate that. I’m okay; I just needed some coping strategies to deal with work-life balance.”

“You do indeed work a lot,” he replied. “What sort of strategies have you learned? Maybe I could benefit. I tend to overwork myself.”

A lie, of course. He wouldn’t be caught dead—or undead—overworking. There was plenty of time to get everything done, and anything that needed an immediate response simply wasn’t worth his time and effort.

You hummed an “uhm” for a moment while he edged closer, mimicking the way you stepped over the cracks in the pavement. The streetlights flickered to life as the sun gradually lowered, casting a dim glow that pulsed in time with your heartbeat. He was glad to see the sun falling. He wasn’t too terribly sun-averse, but it did make his skin itch.

“Well,” you started, “learning to manage time, setting boundaries, focusing on health, taking breaks, asking for help when you need it. I think I struggle with asking for help a lot, especially in my line of work.”

He nodded. “You do seem to be working alone quite a lot. I could see how it would be a challenge for you to ask for help. However,” he ever so gently brushed his shoulder against yours and grinned, “you decided to let me help you keep warm on the way home, so that’s a start.”

He would have to procure more ways you’d need to ask for his help.

“I...I suppose I did,” you replied, tugging the coat closer to yourself. “It smells great. What cologne do you wear?”

He wasn’t a huge fan of cologne or perfume, but he’d heard you enjoyed floral smells while listening in on a work conversation, so he became something of a connoisseur. “Birch and lavender. I can’t remember the brand, but I was drawn to the description. It described it as morning light through the swaying branches. To be honest, I’m not an early riser, so I thought perhaps I could experience morning in a different way.”

Your laughter felt thick in the gathering dusk, a sound that echoed back to him, taunting and sweet. You brought your nose to the fabric and inhaled. If he were less composed of a being, he would have either collapsed on the spot or grabbed you by the collar and inhaled your scent until he carved his teeth into your tantalizing neck. However, wine needed to be aged sur lie, and he had plenty of time to taste you.

“I’m not sure if it smells any more morning than anything else, but it smells nice,” you responded.

“Thank you. It makes me happy that you enjoy it.” And now, he thought, you would smell like him until you showered next.

As you walked, the evening air grew thicker, the shadows lengthening around you. A smile graced your lips as you held his coat close, and oh, if only it were his arms pulling you close, but indirectly would suffice.

“You know,” he said, lowering his voice above a whisper, breaking the silent air. “I was a little nervous earlier, but not so much now. I have enjoyed talking with you.”

You turned to him, delight flickering in your eyes. “Is that so? I’m glad, though I’m not too exciting of a person.”

"Excitement is subjective, isn’t it? I’ve seen a glimpse of your passion for the things you love. Do you find me boring for enjoying similar things?”

You waved your hands. “No, sorry if it seemed that way. You’re right. Everyone has different enjoyments, and I’m always glad to have you in the shop to listen to me babble.”

He chuckled. “Of course, the pleasure is mine.” He could only dream of the vibrations your neck would emit across his lips as you spoke. Getting you to talk about your passions was easy, but could he make you babble incoherently until you were singing his name?

You slowed your pace, and he matched it effortlessly, the rhythm of your steps becoming a slow dance as you neared your home. He was in no hurry to fill the silence; the sound of your feet pushing aside the leaves and the shuffling of your shoulder as it occasionally brushed against his was enough to fill his soul.

He stopped in front of your home before he remembered that he wasn’t supposed to know where you lived. Fortunately, you didn’t seem to notice. You paused in front of him, hesitancy filling your gaze as you awkwardly clutched at his coat.

“This is my stop. Thank you for walking me home. Hopefully you didn’t get too cold.”

He stepped closer, the warmth of his body radiating against the cool night air. He was suddenly very glad he’d fed the night before, as his skin would often chill between meals. He would have hated to force you to be even colder. As he leaned in, the scent of lavender and autumn leaves enveloped him. He took a shuddering breath as he gently pulled his coat from your shoulders.

“Not at all,” he stated assuredly, folding the coat over his arm. “I’m a cold-loving creature. My coat is always ready for you if you need it.” Of course, he’d be wrapping himself in it that night under the gaze of the moon and whatever god judged him from above.

“I appreciate that. You know,” you said, your voice low, “I’ve always heard the best connections are made during the night.”

He almost choked on the air as his gaze lingered longingly on your face. “I’ve heard that as well. The best connections are often made in the shadows. There’s something... intimate about the dark.”

You agreed excitedly. “Yes! Exactly. Or maybe I’m just tired. Either way, it’s just that—sometimes, the universe has a way of bringing certain people into our lives. So, thanks for always visiting me at work and brightening my day. I’m glad I had the courage to talk to you more today.”

He briefly sent an internal thank you to the universe.

“I am glad as well. We should definitely grab a bite together sometime.” If he could hold himself off before taking a bite out of you.

“For sure! Well, thanks again. Have a good night!”

And without waiting for his reply, you dashed to your door in a blur, as if running from the danger of the shadowy labyrinth that festered in his heart. He allowed himself to momentarily watch you drop your keys twice before inserting them into your door. He wanted to ensure you made it inside safely, of course, as he had done many times before, though this was the first to your knowledge.

As the glow of orange dissipated over the horizon, he brought his coat to his face and sighed. Perhaps it was time to stop day dreaming. All previous notions of having all the time in the world were dashed as he inhaled the scent of your shampoo mixed with his cologne. How much longer would he have to wait to feel your skin against his, to feel the way your skin caved against his fangs?  You would be his second death, that he was sure of.

[shadowuserannie]

WIP Wednesday

So I'm doing this again, apparently.

Rules copied (and mildly changed) from @cer-rata;

Make a list of five (or so--) of your WIPs for anyone to chose from.

I like providing short synopses/teases to give some context, but you can be super vague if you desire

Post a snippet from one of your fics that you’ve worked on in the past week.

You get to send an ask with one of the five listed WIPs!

You must then write a paragraph or so in that file. If the filename is one you can’t share from (for example, an event or gift fic), write a paragraph on it anyway, and then another that you can share from something else.

That’s it! You can invite others to join in, or just post.

If you’re reading this, you’re invited!

Files;

we could hide away in daylight [ongoing, already published] Hiro Hamada heads to Gotham, hoping to trick Batman into not discovering BH6's identities. The plan he executes is heavily convoluted-exactly as a blood son's would be. [BH6 x Batman: WFA, Bio! son of Bruce Wayne Hiro]

Charge of Lightning, Beware The Earths [ongoing, not yet published] Denki Kaminari is almost 13 years old when he and his mother are attacked by a massive black dog and he's sent to a camp. The Fates whisper of another child of the eldest gods-concerning as the Battle of the Labyrinth is about to begin. [MHA x PJO/HOO, son of Zeus Denki Kaminari]

The Elementals [ongoing, not yet published] In the wake of a mysterious earthquake that devastates his home, Tanah moves to Pulau Rintis to live with his grandfather. He meets two mysterious girls-Halilintar and Taufan-just as aliens bear down on the planet. [Boboiboy 7 Elementals AU, begins with Tanah, Halilintar and Taufan and then continues on, series rewrite]

and even if it seems like it leads to glory (what is left in between) [ongoing, not yet published] Tai Pham is 14 years old when he meets Damian Wayne. Tai Pham is 15 years old when he's benched for being too young. Tai Pham is 16 years old and he stays benched because his family asks him to. Tai Pham is almost 17 years old and if John hadn't held him back he would've tossed a middle finger to the Guardians as thanks for letting him have his ring back. [Tai Pham 'The Kids Are Alright' AU by @cer-rata, Green Lantern Legacy]

Demigod Mercenary [ongoing, published] 032 is only half-brothers with 006. He's well aware and has been staying alive for years without needing a likely-just-as-hellish-as-the-last-one camp, okay?! He doesn't need Camp Half-Blood, and he is going to do his damn best to escape. [Teenage Mercenary x HOO/TOA, a demigod 032 AU]

Miraculous: Tales of Sophie Foster and Fitz Vacker [ongoing, unpublished] Sophie receives the Ladybug Miraculous after helping an old man. Fitz receives the Black Cat after helping an old woman. The Butterfly holder warns of rebellions and elves, of secret societies and torn loyalties between wishes. Sophie and Fitz must find the cracks in the lies to unearth the truths-if what's left of these century-old rebellions don't tear them apart first. [Miraculous x KOTLC fusion AU, with Ladybug! Sophie and Black cat! Fitz, series delving into development is up]

Eyes of an Oni [ongoing, unpublished] Fang's Power Band is taken by a purple serpentine alien, so obviously he's prepared to get it back. Wait, what do you mean his Shadow Dragon looks like an ancient evil that's been terrorizing this dimension since before time was named?! [Boboiboy Galaxy x the GiAG AU by @sunnylighter, Fang's Shadow Dragon looks like the Overlord in this AU where the prophecy never came to fruition and Pythor is a bastard so he weaponizes it]

grabbing a red pen (my destiny is in my hands) [Ongoing, unpublished] Twelve-year-old Fitz Vacker's father is the police commissioner of Eternalia, who's been working with the Council to hunt the freaks that are the rebels-except Fitz can hear thoughts, just like them. But then he meets another 'freak' who can manipulate any technology, a tiny ten-year-old with too much bitterness and rebellion for his height-Dex Dizznee, who's been in the Black Swan since he found out his mother was. They're the beginning of a team that changes the United Cities-Team Rebel is taking their destiny by storm. [KOTLC human! superhero AU, team grows in following order, | is joining at the same time, Dex|Fitz (as founders), Tam|Linh, Keefe, Biana, Marella, Sophie, any others after the Nightfall crew are...in idk]

Shadow Users Team [ongoing, published] The Shadow Users' timelines have begun receiving some...corrections. But the Shadow Users begin getting suspicious of the girl who brought them together-especially after Nico relays news of a body none of them knew existed. [Boboiboy Galaxy, Estranged, Ever After High, Keeper of the Lost Cities, My Hero Academia, Trials of Apollo]

soot on skin and cinders between teeth (feel the fire, watch it blaze within me) A fic about Cinder Carter, Changeling King of the World Below, charting a new adventure as he battles a troll uprising and maybe gets some friends other than his golem, boyfriend and siblings. [Estranged, TBA fandoms]

Feel free to ask! (help please)

Tagging: @cer-rata @crippling-pages @ohmygoly @thelasttaleofthepari @kotlcpuppetshow @telugu-girl-13 @bookworm-fangirl1 @samaniala @ksqvljhz @fantasygeek-134 @crazybookenthusiast @theaspengrove @floofeeeeee @eternal-everblaze any other people I missed

anyway just ask what you want

[starwarsmum]

And Dickinette Feb begins! Cafés and Clichés

@maribat-calendar-events

Marinette cursed as she rushed up the pavement, dodging people as she ran to the coffee place she had been frequenting for the past couple of weeks. It was going to be her first day in her new job and she desperately wanted her usual coffee to keep her spirits up.

Unfortunately, when she arrived, the café was bustling with people, it clearly being a popular spot for morning commuters. She grinned at her usual barista and joined the queue of people ordering. She wasn't late for a change, and fully intended to be at the precinct early so that she could familiarise herself with its layout.

As soon as she had ordered, she went to stand near the takeout counter, thumbing through her phone to make sure she had the right details for the day. The commissioner, James Gordon, had promised that she would be paired with one of their best detectives and she was relieved that there was already a plan in place for her arrival.

“Hi there,” a man standing to her right said, looking down at her. He was taller than her - but who wasn't? - and had a smirk on his face that made her skin crawl. She shifted not so subtly away from him and he leaned towards her again, smirk widening. “It's alright, doll, promise I don't bite - unless you ask me to.”

“Tu es vraiment dégoûtant,” Marinette said, smiling in a confused manner and hoping he would leave her alone.

“Ooh, French, huh? Well darling, voulez-vous coucher avec moi?” he leered, and reached to sling his arm around her shoulder when a man with more muscle stepped in and wrapped an arm around the guy.

“Well hello, big boy,” the new man said and despite him being more lithe, it was clearly all muscle because he had no problem keeping the other man trapped in his embrace. “That's quite the offer, I hope it's open to everyone.”

“What the fuck do you think you're doing, get offa me!” The guy sounded embarrassed and angry and it made Marinette feel instantly better.

“Oh, my mistake, I thought that, since you were okay with making this young woman uncomfortable, you were desperate for companionship. But perhaps you're just stupid, in which case let me be blunt with you: she's not interested.”

The man spluttered indignantly until, fortunately, his name was called and he stalked away to get his drink and get away from them both. Marinette stifled a giggle, glancing up at her saviour with a small smile. He gave a theatrical sigh but grinned down at her too.

“Why is love so hard to find?” He said dramatically, shaking his head mournfully. He was called up next and Marinette raised her eyebrows at his name. He wiggled his own back at her and she snorted again as he returned with his drink. When she was called forward she grabbed the drink and also returned, glad she had an extra few minutes to spare. “I hope you weren't too shaken up by that creep.”

“No, I've seen worse, sadly,” she said, taking a sip of her coffee. “I might have to stagger my visits here if he's a regular though. It's my favourite place and I just had to have a decent coffee before starting my new job.”

“Must be a twist of fate that I was here, I only come in every now and again,” Dick replied, throwing back his drink too fast not to have burned his mouth slightly. “But I've had a helluva week and I need more caffeine than I can get at home. Should I feel encouraged that you're not speaking to me in French right now?”

“I suppose that depends on if you want to be encouraged,” she said back coyly. He pulled a pen from his back pocket before finishing his drink and scrawling a number on it. She blinked in surprise but accepted the cup with a shy smile. She immediately pulled her phone out and put his number in before texting her own to him. “Maybe you should give me a call sometime.”

She smiled brightly at him before checking the time and excusing herself. She could still be on time if she hurried and she was determined to make a good first impression.

_ _ _

Dick was bubbling with energy as he got to work, greeting the receptionists with a wide smile. He hadn't expected to meet a cute French woman that morning, but he was going to take the win. His work week really had been shockingly bad, and he hoped this was a turning point in his luck.

He entered the briefing room and settled himself at the last open table. Nobody came to sit with him, many of the older officers and detectives disliking him for any number of reasons. And whilst Dick didn't need to make friends here, he did miss a lot of the easy camaraderie he'd had in Bludhaven.

He'd had a number of partners during his tenure as a detective, none of the partnerships ending particularly well, and he was seen as something of a jinx these days. He listened with half an ear as Jim covered the basics and handed out assignments. He perked up when he started talking about a new detective joining the precinct.

“Alright squad, listen up, we have a new recruit here today and I want you all to help out,” Jim said, standing at the front for the daily brief. “She comes from Paris and is enthusiastic about making a difference here, so let's try to share that energy. Great. Grayson, she's going to be your partner so make sure to show her around.”

“Commish, I don't know if her being my partner is a great idea-”

“Sorry, I got lost on the way from the front desk,” the woman from the café said, strolling into the room with a bright smile that felt as wildly out of place here as it did in the café. 

“No problem, Dupain-Cheng,” Jim said before turning back to the rest of the room. “You'll be pairing up with Detective Grayson over there.”

“Hi,” he said sheepishly, noticing that she stiffened slightly before forcing the smile to remain on her face. She made her way to where he sat and pulled the empty chair next to him to join. The rest of the briefing went as normal but he could almost feel her getting more tense. It wasn't until the rest of the room cleared out that he was finally able to speak. “So this is the job you're starting today then?”

“And this must be the job that drives you to need coffee sometimes,” she replied, not looking directly at him. “Listen, about us trading numbers earlier…I can't date my partner. You're cute, and funny, but I'm new to the department and I cannot do that to myself.”

Dick nodded, ignoring the disappointment that bubbled up in him. She nodded as well and he kept a professional distance between them as he showed her around. So much for his newfound luck.

_ _ _

Dick got home later that night and sighed, throwing his jacket onto his sofa - and promptly swore when Damian stepped out of the shadows of his kitchen. 

“Jesus, Lil D, you know you don't have to break in to come and see me. A text does just fine,” he said, stepping into the kitchen as well and pulling dinner out of the fridge. He also put a mug of water in the microwave and pulled out the hot chocolate powder for his little brother. “Everything okay?”

“Father doesn't trust me,” Damian said once he had the mug of hot chocolate in his hands. He was tiny, even at twelve years old and Dick frowned. “Whenever we go on patrol, he watches my every move and often forces me back instead of allowing me to help fully. How do I convince him that I am not the boy who tried to kill Drake?”

“That's a hard one,” Dick said, reheating his leftover dinner before sitting at his counter, next to Damian. “I don't know if B has ever been convinced by another person, only by what he sees. But you've sat down with him and talked about this?”

“Not…precisely,” the boy admitted, staring mulishly at his drink. Dick sighed and tried to think about when he would have time to talk to Bruce next. He groaned when he realised he might as well go on patrol as well that night. 

“Okay, I'll try and talk to him. But these things can take time, so just keep being you and he'll see it eventually, okay?” 

“Tt, fine,” Damian said, taking a sip of his hot chocolate. “Father also reminded me that I'm supposed to invite you to my birthday meal, providing there are no scheduling conflicts.”

Dick grinned at that, eighty percent certain that Bruce had said no such thing given that it was August and Damian's birthday was in December. The thought of Damian turning thirteen was almost astounding, and he was so relieved that he would even be having another birthday, after everything with the Heretic.

Damian left as soon as he'd finished his drink, Dick promising to see him on patrol that night. He then managed to sneak in a quick nap, waking up when his alarm blared through the apartment. He'd learned over the years that having the alarm in a different room and leaving the doors open was a much more effective way of getting him out of bed.

He suited up, back in his familiar black and blue. He had still been considering moving back to Bludhaven but it would take a while anyway, so if he could continue being there for Damian he would. He slipped out of his window silently and breathed in the night air from his roof before grappling off into the night.

“Nightwing, this is a surprise,” Bruce said when he landed on the top of Wayne Enterprises. He didn't sound particularly unhappy to see him, nor did he sound pleased. Reading Bruce's emotions was always difficult, and might have been why they butted heads so often.

“Yeah, well, I know how difficult it is to take on a new partner,” he said easily, nodding to Damian. Bruce made a noncommittal noise and Dick decided to press the issue. “I know you haven't been here to see him grow, but I promise you that he has. You can afford to give him a little trust, B.”

“He's not the first Robin I've ever trained, Nightwing,” Bruce said, frowning.

“But he's the first one I did,” he countered, watching the latest Boy Wonder checking for updates from Babs. “Just…just think about it, okay? And maybe give him a little room to breathe, he was used to a little less oversight when I was Batman.”

Not leaving any room for Bruce to argue, he shouted goodbye to Damian and headed straight for his own route on patrol.

[generalluxun]

Miraculous Ladybug Two entries.

Adrien Agreste&Sabrina Raincomprix.

There are 16 entries. I have written seven of them, and one was written as a gift to me. that's 8/16. I a also the sole commissioner of Adrien&Sabrina art as far as I know.

I am the Admiral.

Sabrina Raincomprix and Nathan from Gym Club.

One, Me. And I plan on doing a sequel someday.

Reblog and put your rare pair in the tags/comments! I want to see the depths people will go to create, for the most random two characters in the most obscure media.

[voidfell]

OC Master Post

Superhero Oc’s

Felix Damery - Miraculous Ladybug / Fandomless

Previous Chat Noir. Very much retired.

Repressed Rich kid with a strict upbringing who never wanted to be a superhero but the god who gave him his magic ring cursed it to his hand until he could get true loves kiss. So he didn’t get a choice.

His father ran a weapons distribution company and was a magical terrorist on the side. He’s in prison now thanks directly to Felix’s involvement as Chat Noir.

Very Rich between his inheritance and liquidating his father’s company. His long-term girlfriend (only because he keeps getting cold feet on proposing) sells wedding dresses and he’s given her a significant investment cause he’s a simp.

He believes his mother is dead and vice versa, this is not the case, and neither of them know this. It’s another one of the ways Raphael Damery sucks.

Lives in New York with his girlfriend and goes back and forth between New York and Paris when convenient.

Marcus Haprele - Miraculous Ladybug / Fandomless

Fae ancestry that gives him Mime Powers. Can mime things into existence but he physically cannot shut up. Only one item at a time and he has to actually have intimate knowledge of said item.

His father is a retired assassin.

Conspiracy nut, like red string bulletin board conspiracy nut. This is how he discovered his dad was a retired assassin. Fred Haprele was not retired at the time of this discovery.

His superhero name is Kid Mime (just The Mime now, he’s in his 30′s)

Has a little sister he would murder for.

Lives in Italy and operates an acting troupe there. He has a degree in engineering, but this has no relevance to his career.

Has a younger cousin named Claude living in london.

Still an Active Hero

Gal Alvarez - Dudepow / Fandomless

Gal is a spanish-american girl who lives with her older brother Kelly, her stay at home artist father, and police commissioner mother. Her best friend Maizey is her most loyal and trusted sidekick.

When Gal was twelve her family moved into her deceased uncle’s home, and she discovered the magic ring that had been passed down their family line from man to man. Upon putting it on, Gal became bound to the ring until her death– specific conditions notwithstanding. Now she is the first Dudepow in history to ever be a woman!

Gal is arrogant, rebellious, prideful, and feels emotions very deeply. She cares a lot for her friends and family, but never thinks before she acts. While on the surface she thinks very highly of herself and hardly ever takes criticism, Gal is very insecure in her identity as herself, verses her identity as a Superhero, where she can fit the expected ‘mold’ of Dudepow.

Gal has been keeping this secret from her parents for years and is an accomplished hero in her own right now. Dudepow is a magical girl style transformation using the phrase “sock it to me broseph.”

Downsides to being a Macho Man Superhero as a Teenage Girl are insane. Dudepow as a hero represents a lot of toxic masculinity that Gal is slowly trying to change as she modernizes the role of Dudepow.

As Gal her Pronouns are She / Her, as Dudepow they are He / Him.

Evelyn Clavell - Dudewhap / Fandomless

Gal’s alter ego’s Evil Clone

Ev was born from when Gal broke off a press on nail in a fight as Dudepow. Gal found her clone, and decided to take him home because what else were you gonna do with a whole ass duplicate?

Ev and Gal were best friends, they dated! They were inseparable for years to the jealousy of Gal’s best friend. They even fought crime together. But, the more Ev fought evil, the more he began to like it. Evil looked like fun! You could do so many things that the stuffy “he-roic handbook” Gal had to follow didn’t let you!

Eventually, Ev became bored of fighting evil, and bored of Gal, and it all went downhill from there.

Ev is solely motivated by his own enjoyment. He only cares about having fun and will throw aside anyone and anything that starts to get boring.

He is manipulative, and petulant, and hides it behind a veil of bubbly personality, gifts, and kind gestures that make it difficult to realize the toxic layer underneath.

Pronouns are he / they.

Being Gal’s clone, he can take on her civilian form a well, but he just doesn’t like too and almost never does unless he was forced too.

Employed by and somewhat mentored by Gal’s inherited archenemy Andrea Clavell, hence where he got the last name.

Pokemon Oc’s

Millie Bolton - Pokemon

From Galar, her Pokemon partner is a Kantonian Meowth named Whiskers.

The extremely excitable wild child born to wooloo shepard parents. They live on a farm just outside of a town, and they sell wool to a popular textile company in Wyndon. Millie is an only child.

Whiskers is her partner, but the Pokemon that is her ace is the Wooloo who she grew up beside on the farm.

Millie’s dream is to become a champion level trainer, and to see all of Galar (and maybe even beyond) due to growing up in such a small hometown. Always looking for new adventures.

Will turn everything into a competition.

Can cook but spends hours gathering berries only to fall asleep right after.

Team: Whiskers, Wooloo, Impidimp, Grookey, Munchlax

Aedan Cavanaugh - Pokemon

From Galar, his Pokemon Partner is a Polteageist named Chamomile

The son of tea merchants. His family lives above his late grandmother’s tea shop, though his mother has long since expanded the business into a small chain of cafes and commercially sold tea blends.

Met Polteageist as a Sinistea after his grandmother’s funeral, and it evolved when he accidentally chipped his grandmother’s favorite antique tea pot.

Aedan is participating in the Gym Challenges to test himself to see how far he and his team can really go.

He’s still figuring out what kind of Pokemon Trainer he wants to be.

He spends a lot of time in battle cafes and expanding his currydex.

Very much wants to evolve a Matcha Cream Alcremie

Team: Chamomile, Vanillish, Swovet, Darumaka, Sobble

Fandomless Oc’s

Liz Ruin / Fandomless

Has verses for Yugioh, Pokemon, and BNHA.

Liz lived in japan with her parents, before they were promoted, and their jobs took them away from home.

She spent a few years in america with her grandfather on her mother’s side and her cousin in their game shop. Eventually Liz would move back to japan, but she visits her grandfather every summer.

Liz has the psychic ability to view the future in her dreams, usually in confusing, sporadic bursts that she can’t quite make any sense of when she wakes up. While awake, she gets bursts of what she calls her “shitty spidey sense” where she’ll know when something is about to happen near her, but not what.

It could be anything from ‘life threatening accident’ to ‘someone is goanna burn their mouth on their coffee’ and she has no way of telling these feelings apart. In her BNHA verse, this is also her quirk, and its official name would be “Precognition”.

Liz is the biggest bi to ever bi, with a strong lean towards cute girls, and seems almost exclusively attracted to boys who are lowkey dumbasses.

If you’ve earned her loyalty, you’ve earned it for life. Also, perhaps a touch more violent than you expect a four foot eight inches tall cute girl to be at first glance.

Eeriee McLaughlin / Fandomless

Her older brother went missing a year ago, and she’s the only one who hasn’t given up searching for him.

She took a jacket from his room that turned out to be a wolf pelt, now she’s a werewolf and will use her supernatural powers to find her brother. Somehow. She isn’t sure how that will work yet.

Her mom is the mayor of the town.

There’s a lot of weird stuff in Angel Hollow (the town) that she hadn’t noticed before becoming one of the weird things herself.

Her new friend Florance is the son of the investigator her mom hired to find her brother, and they’re both incorrigible snoops.

Convinced the weird stuff in town will lead her to her brother.

Hugo Nystrom / Tangled OC

An orphan from Ingvarr whose parents were deeply, deeply in debt when he was born, and when they died, a very young Hugo had to take up paying that debt.

Worked in factories and that's what started his fascination with technology and alchemy. Ended up having to steal to survive because the debt collectors took everything he made.

Donella owned the factory he was working in and when he started stealing small parts for his experiments, she noticed, ended up working for her that way. Ironically, being a full-time criminal was an upgrade.

Science is his one true love but he will absolutely dabble in magic if he thinks it’ll help make his alchemical solutions better. He just kind of throws vials at people like moltov cocktails.

Only a year older then Varian, two years max.

He’s never had real friends before and watching him flounder as he realizes people actually like and want him around for no other reason then they just like having him around is one of life’s greatest joys.

[pertsovvka]

Nino and Alya try on the roles from the "mafia" game

[sweetgaleria]

Another commission for the @mlbforblm drive! Adrien with a puppy <3

[dreamtothefullest]

entry four (4 of ♾)

ok, so, does anyone remember the show Fish Hooks?

i don’t remember the show too well but if i remember correctly, there were three main fish: Oscar, Milo and Chelsea.

they were best friends and i think the show always started in a fish shop and you could see all the different fish tanks.

now that i’ve said that, the dream takes place in a similar manner.

but people live in the fish bowls instead of fish living in fish tanks; like atlanteans or other fish-like people that breathe underwater.

anyways, it’s apparently normal for people to live in fish bowls and breathe underwater.

it’s pretty much the same as living in the real world but i have no idea how you get from fish bowl to fish bowl.

besides the point.

there’s this new girl in town, we’ll call her Iri.

Iri is a huge liar.

the first person to come to mind that is similar to her mannerisms is Lila Rossi from Miraculous Ladybug.

like this girl is a compulsive liar and lies every chance she gets just because.

i don’t like her because she’s constantly lying but Nemo insists on believing her.

by the way, Nemo is basically Deku from Boku no Hero Academia in the way he looks and Adrien Agreste from Miraculous Ladybug with the way he acts but with the color sceme of orange and white like Nemo from Finding Nemo.

point being, this girl was a huge liar.

so, Iri and Nemo are having a conversation.

let me just say that Iri, Nemo, Commissioner Gordon of the Gotham City Police Department and myself are the only ones in this particular fish bowl and the ground is the kind of multicolored rocks you’ll see in ordinary fish bowls.

continuing, i’m over here in the corner (or as in the corner as you can get in a fish bowl) shaking my head taking shit w/ Gordon.

even he knew she was a liar and he saw the best in everyone (or at least in this dream he did).

from there, we just watch Iri probably lie about everything she’s talking about while Nemo is just smiling at her and being nice.

she doesn’t deserve your kindness, Nemo.

the end :)

[miabrown007]

Power-Struggle Power-Couple

Ladybug's final mission should have gone smoothly. Quick and painless, as a professional of her scale always works. After all, there should be nothing special about the crown prince she has to kidnap.

Now, if only he would quit hitting on his hitman.

***

Ladrien prince/assassin AU

many thanks to @ladyofthenoodle and @chocoluckchipz for beta reading! <3

Power-Struggle Power-Couple (1,826 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter)

“Oh, this could get embarrassing quickly.”

Ladybug pinches her nose and mentally recites the thirty-five most effective ways to incapacitate her enemy. Anything to ignore Adrien Agreste’s disturbingly handsome face that hovers just a lunge’s distance away.

“I mean, I can understand why you don’t really want to talk. Kidnapping someone can be a tiresome duty, I get it. Lots of concentration, scheming, lots of moving parts. I’m okay with the silence,” he says. The cadence of his voice lets her know that—despite both his previous statement, as well as her desperate pleas—shutting up in the foreseeable future doesn’t rank high among his priorities. “But did you know that there is only one bed? That can get embarrassing quickly.”

“I’m aware,” she says, in the flattest voice possible.

Adrien blinks at her, then a jolly smile spreads on his face and he falls back on the bed—which is really a bale of hay at the otherwise empty loft of an abandoned stable. “That’s good. I’d hate to be the one to make this embarrassing.”

“I’m aware that there’s only one bed,” Ladybug clarifies pointedly, because, apparently, they are having a conversation about this now. “There’s no need for more, though. You can sleep if you want, but I certainly won’t be.”

Craning his neck, he eyes her from under his golden fringe. His hands, bound by the wrists, go over his head and rest at the back of his neck, as if he was on some luxury getaway and not in the process of being held hostage.

“A fan of sleep-deprivation?”

“We aren’t staying for long,” she says, coming to sit at the bale’s edge. She twirls a small knife between her fingertips, for good measure. She’s an assassin, goddamnit, with knives, and a final mission, and—overwhelming desire to leave this all behind and open a flower shop in the countryside aside—she’s dangerous. If only he would quit acting like he didn’t get that memo. “In a few hours, your family will fulfill my commissioner’s demands, and then, we can both go our separate ways.”

“I wouldn’t hold my breath for that.”

She peers at him from the corner of her eyes, but he looks equally as unfazed as before. “What do you mean?”

“Just that my father is not the kind of person who you can blackmail. He doesn’t let people get him into that position.” Adrien shrugs.

“Well, he is now. We have his son.”

“He isn’t a family-man, either.”

The flat retort does make Ladybug quiet for the duration of one, two, three blinks. She is nothing if not thorough , though. “You’re the crown prince.”

“That I am. If my estimates are punctual, for about an hour or two more.” When she continues to stare at him—now with a confused frown added to the repertoire of her facial expressions to shake things up a bit—he sneers at her. “I also have a twin brother. What do you think, how long will it take for the rumour that dilettante assassins mistakenly kidnapped the second in line to reach your commissioners?”

She twists in his direction with her whole torso, eyes blown wide. “He wouldn’t!”

Adrien holds her gaze for a short second, something gut-wrenchingly sad fluttering in the depths of forest green, before he shuts his eyes. “Well, you know what they say about that. Wait and see.”

But Ladybug doesn’t solve problems by trusting the whims of fate. Even if, realistically speaking, she knows this isn’t her problem. She’s just a hitman who gets paid either way. There’s no reason for her to care. But for some reason she still reaches out, hand hovering over him until she finally settles for poking him in the side.

“He wouldn’t,” she repeats, with conviction this time. “He wouldn’t, because that would mean that my commissioners would have to make an example.”

She isn’t superstitious, but words have weight. She won’t say it.

Adrien is seemingly unaware, or uncaring, of such damning possibilities.

“You would have to kill me. I know.” His tone is light as a feather, but if she listens carefully to the silence, her practiced ears can pick up the swallow.

“He will not,” she spits.

She scoots up on the bale and peers out on the window by his head, but there’s only the lonely midnight of the orchard stretching below them. There’s not a soul—not even a messenger pigeon—in sight.

The bale moves under her and Ladybug’s grip tightens on her weapon, but it’s only Adrien rolling to his side and tucking his hands against his chest. When he looks up at her, he has a smile about him that jiggles. “It’s fine, if you have to kill me. I won’t hold a grudge.”

“Of course you won’t! You’ll be dead, you jester!”

She swats him on the shoulder, which proves to be an intimidation tactic of below-average success. He bursts out in a guffaw.

“Hey, stop that! Death is no laughing matter!”

Ladybug tries to make his laughter stop by plastering her palms over his mouth. That proceeds to go reasonably well up until the second moment of the endeavour, upon which Adrien promptly licks her palm. She sounds rather unassassin-like as she snatches her hands away, falling square on his chest with the momentum.

It isn’t her fault, though. That was a dirty trick.

“It’s my death, not yours. I get to make as much fun of it as I please,” Adrien says. His voice comes out a little breathy, and she can’t decide whether the culprit lies in his wheezing laughter, or on top of him.

At any rate, Ladybug pushes herself up into the most dignified sitting position she is able to conjure. If that’s straddling his hips while she stares down at him… Oh well.

“I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t diminish the significance of this issue. We’re talking about my profession, after all.”

“Have you ever considered changing career paths?”

“Every day. In fact, if you really want to know, this is my last mission,” she says.

She strokes away the golden locks falling in his eyes and tucks them behind his ear. His breath comes out in an uncertain huff. Her lips curl up at the edges.

“And what will you do after you’re done here?” he asks.

“I’m heading to the sea. Buying a cottage. Selling cut-flowers. Stuff like that.”

He smiles up at her, eyes glinting in the low light of the sole candle. “Sounds like you know your area of expertise. But—and forgive my manners for asking such things—aren't you too young to retire?”

Ladybug draws an eyebrow. “Don’t you talk too much for someone who’s currently being abducted?”

His whole body trembles under her as he chuckles. And even though it’s a lovely sound, she’s still thinking of a way or two to silence him. None of them involve any of her usual arsenal.

“You’re the expert, you tell me,” he says.

However, what he says appears to be the last thing he’s paying attention to. His bound hands wander to her hip, thumb swiping over the exposed flesh where her crimson tunic has ridden up her side in the mighty quest of wrestling him. His eyes flash at her, experimental. Ladybug doesn’t hesitate as she grabs his wrists and pins them over his head.

Her hair cascades down around them, leaving them in darkness.

Her vision has never been clearer.

“Yes, you definitely talk too much,” she says, lacing their fingers as she kisses him.

[read the whole fic on AO3]

[imogou]

COMMISSION- Ladybug

I like this pose very much, thank the commissioner😊

[starwarsmum]

Day 11! And I'm up to date I would have been up to date if I had posted on the 11th 😬

@maribat-calendar-events

Dick stared at his reflection again, wondering how much longer he could keep going. His monthly check-ins with Jim felt both too often and far too far apart. He felt like he was losing pieces of himself, bigger chunks the longer he was there. The brief reprieves when he would go out on patrol with his family were the only thing keeping him sane.

With the evening events mostly clear in her mind, she grabbed her phone and dialled the precinct, asking to speak to Commissioner Gordon.

As always, his mind wandered to Marinette and he wondered what she would think of what he was planning to do. But he was determined to return to his life as soon as possible, he'd already missed so many opportunities by being the nice, harmless thug. He was no longer above using whatever he had to if it meant he could have her back in his arms.

Taking a deep breath, he reapplied the makeup around his ‘scar’ and put on one of his slightly tighter-fitting tops and jeans. If he was going to work his way up the organisation quickly, his best shot was through Jessie. She was the daughter of their little cell's boss and that meant if he could charm her she would probably be able to get him preferential treatment.

If he'd thought he'd felt sleazy when Jessie was hanging off his arm, he felt a million times worse actively leading her on. He kept a smirk plastered on his face as he leaned over her to point out something on the papers. Even worse, she was overly receptive to his attentions, the touches that had been shy and unsure before coming far too bold.

He kept up the oblivious act, treading the fine line between openly flirting and projecting interest. And he turned off the little voice in his head that said he was shameless. He pushed down the panic that shouted that Marinette was going to be disgusted with him by reminding himself that they had broken things off before he left for exactly this reason.

It didn't make it any easier.

_ _ _

After two weeks, Jessie finally pressed the issue. They were the only ones in the warehouse, preparing for another shipment and she never strayed far from his side. It was hard work but he managed to stay engaged, flirting while trying to get the work done as quickly as possible.

But as he finished clearing the last old crate, Jessie appeared behind him. She smiled at him, pressing him against the crate before she smashed their lips together. He pushed aside the queasiness that hit and kissed her back, cupping her cheek like it was what he'd been waiting for all night.

He almost wilted in relief when her phone rang and she pulled away with a sigh of satisfaction. She had a happy look on her face and she blew him a kiss before saying she had to take the call. 

Dick waited until he was sure she was gone before sitting on the floor and letting his self loathing take hold of him. How could this possibly be worth it? He was disgusted with himself. But he couldn't lie to himself either - he was going to keep doing whatever it took to get back to Marinette, even if he never slept well again.

_ _ _

“How's the mission going?” Tim asked him on the next patrol he made it onto. Dick grunted but didn't elaborate, not wanting to talk about how easy it was becoming to use the people around him for his own ends. “It's been about four months now? Five?”

“Something like that,’ he said, staring off into the distance from the roof they were resting on. He tried not to think about the fact that he had officially been undercover for longer than he and Marinette had dated. “How's the research on the child trafficking thing going?”

“It's slow work. We tried tracing the calls to that cop’s phone but it's a burner. Not only that but it's a different burner every time, although it looks like they're getting more annoyed. We're also making the apartment part of our patrol routes, just to be safe. Robin's the one that usually goes that way.”

“She doesn't suspect anything?” He asked, desperate for news about her but not feeling like he had the right to ask any direct questions.

“Nah, she's pretty focused on the case itself. Her, uh, her ex's family have been keeping her company some nights. From what I can tell, she seems to be fitting in pretty well with them. I think she's hoping to reconcile some day.”

“Sounds like he'd be an idiot not to,” Dick said through a dry mouth. His family were spending time with her? Was it just because she was under threat? Or did they think she was sticking around after Dick came home?

“He's kind of stupid, but I don't think he's that dumb,” Tim said in a sly voice. Then he grew more serious. “I think they'll be happy together, when he sorts himself out.”

Dick didn't have anything to say to that so he simply nodded and set off to continue his patrol. And he allowed himself to take a detour to join up with Robin.

“Nightwing, good to see you,” Damian said, nodding as he grappled to the next building. Dick smiled down at his old sidekick, jumping after him. “I have yet to finish my patrol, I don't suppose you would like to join me?”

“That'd be nice, thanks Robin,” Dick replied. He got another sharp nod and they started to make a roundabout approach to Marinette's apartment. His nerves mounted as they got closer, part of him wondering if he would get to see her again.

When they were two blocks away from her place, Damian stopped abruptly and motioned for Dick to do the same. After waiting for a moment, he caught the sounds of a struggle. Feeling impatient, he rushed to intercede in what was very clearly an attempt at an abduction.

A young girl, possibly in her late teens, was struggling against two heavy set men. Her movements were disjointed and Dick thought he saw one of them clip her on the back of the head - probably not for the first time.

Damian was the first into the fray, punching the first guy with clinical efficiency. The man dropped and the second one cursed and dumped the girl on the floor. She crumpled and Dick swooped in, foot first, to bring the second man down.

Damian had already tied up the first man and left the second to Dick while he saw to the young girl. He grinned as Damian spoke in low soothing tones, trying to rouse the girl and semi-succeeding, but frowned when he cut off part way through.

Glancing over after the second man was secure, he saw why. The young girl was actually a young woman in her mid twenties, with black hair and blue eyes. Dick's mind went blank as she struggled to her feet.

“Thank you, both,” she slurred, frowning at her own words. “I din't spot the s’cond one ’til he hit me, n ev’rythin’s a lil blurry aft’ that.”

She stumbled and Dick lurched forward to catch her, sweeping Marinette into his arms. Her head lolled back as she passed out and he cradled her against his chest. He was afraid the thundering of his heart would wake her, but she remained unmoving in his arms.

“She must have been attempting the same thing we did, weeks ago,” Damian murmured, coming forward to inspect her carefully. He gave a low whistle and moved her hair to check the back of her head. “It appears she is concussed. I shall take her back to her apartment and set her up for monitoring.”

“We should take her back for Agent A to check,” Dick argued immediately, worry for Marinette the only thing on his mind. 

“Nightwing, she's a detective. If she wakes unpredictably then she will discover our identities and that will put us all in danger,” Damian said decisively. He held his arms out and Dick looked at him blankly. “I am capable of ensuring she does not die from these injuries so if you give her to me-”

“No, Robin, I can't just hand her over to you,” Dick said, panic creeping into his chest. He'd only just found her and she was injured. How could Damian ask him to let her go?

“Don't you trust me anymore, Nightwing?” Damian said quietly, arms lowering.

“This isn't about trusting you, Robin,” Dick said thickly, his heart aching at the disappointment in Damian's voice. “I need to- I have to-”

“I swear to you she will be safe in my care,” Damian said when it became clear that Dick didn't have the words. He raised his arms again, expectantly and Dick relented. “Inform Gordon of the incident so that she may debrief properly when she wakes.”

Dick watched them out of sight and tried to be content with the stolen moments. 

_ _ _

Marinette woke up in her own bed with no idea how she'd gotten there. Her head pounded and she groaned as she sat up. She reached for her bedside table, hoping to find her phone, and knocked something over. 

Frowning, she rooted around the floor to find it and was bewildered to find a webcam. Turning on the bedside lamp, she spotted a note directly underneath it that read:

Good morning, Detective. Presuming you do not remember your encounter with a couple of thugs last night, this webcam is here to ensure your concussion did not worsen overnight. It is being monitored until we see that you are alive and well. Your superior, James Gordon, has been alerted to your condition and the circumstances that led to it. Please hand over this webcam to him when you see him and he will ensure its safe return to ourselves.

All the best, Robin & Nightwing

She started trying to piece together what she remembered, starting with her dressing in baggy clothes and putting her hair back in pigtails like she'd worn it for part of her youth. By the time she got to the men who had tried to take her, things were disjointed. 

She thought hard and decided she must have started hallucinating, because the last thing she really remembered was collapsing and - she knew it must have been Nightwing, now - Dick somehow catching her. She hoped she hadn't embarrassed herself by doing something mushy.

[nightlychaotic]

Fallen Angel

TW: Major Character Death, Onscreen Death, Death via Fall

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The air was uncomfortably still as he ran, the only breeze coming from him pushing himself to move as fast as he could without missing anything that could potentially lead him to where she went. 

Everything was taking too long.

Every step a second too long. Each leap from rooftop to rooftop an ever stretching moment.

The voices in his ear a steady reminder of how fast time was passing.

Robin had half a mind to rip the comm unit from his ear as he searched. The incessant chattering of Oracle and the rest of his family as they searched for her, spread across Gotham, on rooftops, in the sewers, on the street. Working it in precise gridlike methods. 

They didn’t seem to feel the frantic urgency he did.

He came to a stop. Eyes scanning over the rooftops for anything. Any sign of her. Any sign of the League, the Court, anybody. Anywhere they could have taken her.

A small flash of light in his periphery drew his attention.

He turned, quickly scanning for where it came from, blood freezing as he saw someone- Marinette- get thrown off the roof.

—----------------------------

The two of them had barely managed to make it three blocks from the Le Grand Paris, before a thin rope managed to wrap around both of them. Tightening and pulling them up, so they were hanging upside down. 

“Don’t bother trying to cut through the string. You won’t get anywhere,” a bright voice chimed.

As the duo slowly spinned around, Robin caught sight of the two Parisian heroes they'd come to talk to.

“Ladybug. Chat Noir.”

“Batman and Robin. To what do we owe the pleasure?” She asked, recalling her yo-yo, leaving the two vigilantes to catch themselves.

“Your situation has recently come to our attention. We came to offer you our assistance. Training, help, mentorship, and back up.”

“We don’t need your help. Thank you. But we’d prefer you stay out of Paris. Any of the Justice League to stay out. We have it handled-”

“Tt. You’re two children fighting a battle you can’t win.”

“You did not just call us children when you can not possibly be any older than either of us.”

“Bugaboo, calm down.”

“We have been doing this for three years now, and he is calling us incompetent.”

“It’s not my fault you two are inferior to me.”

“Robin,” Batman warned.

“It’s been a long week,” Chat Noir apologized for her. “While we appreciate your offer of assistance, it is unneeded and unwanted.”

“Consider it at least. We’ll be in Paris for the next 24 hours. Commissioner Gordan at Gotham PD can also get a hold of us if you can’t.”

Ladybug gave a smile and nodded. “Thank you. We’ll keep it in mind. Safe Travels. Batman. Robin.”

Robin scowled as he watched her leave, flinging her yo-yo out and using it to pull her across the city, her partner following behind rooftop to rooftop.

—----------------------------

He shot his grapple as he extended the line as far as it could go as he launched himself into the air, falling fast before the line when taught, pulling him towards her. 

He strained reaching, stretching, extending his arm as far as he could. Desperate. She reached out for him with a soft smile, fingertips brushing just barely as he swung.

No.

Nononono.

No.

Everything seemed to freeze around him as her smile turned bittersweet, drawing her hand back in, accepting her fate.

He hung, suspended in the air by his grapple as he watched her descent. It was almost beautiful. The way the colors painted themselves in an ever shifting pattern, dancing across her arms

She looked like an angel.

An angel without her wings.

She seemed to glow against the city lights, colors streaming by, trailing behind as she fell, before vanishing, a harsh white light left to illuminate where she lay.

—----------------------------

The soft zip of her yo-yo spinning, deflecting his birdarang, as she spun, coming to face him.

“Robin.”

“What are you doing here?” he demanded.

“I live here now. And before you say anything I had a nice chat with Batman last night. Gotham needs some good luck. We both decided that it’s best if I work my magic here.”

“And he gave you free reign?”

“I don’t plan on being babysat for my time in Gotham. Right now I’m just getting the lay of the land. You’re welcome to join me if you’d like. Since you don’t seem too keen on letting me go on my own.”

“Tt. I will.”

“I hope you can keep up,” she said before throwing her yo-yo, pulling herself up and over the Gotham skyline, Robin trailing close behind.

—-

Damian barely glanced up as the door opened, he noted the unfamiliar face coming in, before turning back to his painting. A soft, hurried conversation happening at the front of the classroom, before soft footsteps hurried across the room, slowing down at his table.

“Hi. I’m Marinette.”

He glanced over, not expecting the cheerful smile directed at him as she pulled out her sketchbook and pencils, flipping open to a new page. Catching glimpses of her sketches flipping by, mainly clothing designs. He would admit they were good.

“Damian.”

“Nice to meet you.”

“Tt.”

—----------------------------

It was cruel how beautiful she looked, hair splayed out, a dark halo framing her as she lay against concrete, silent tears falling from her eyes as she looked up at him. 

"Why? Why didn't you transform? Why didn't you catch yourself?" he demanded as he knelt next to her, brushing a stray strand out of her face.

"I couldn't. They took Tikki."

She coughed weakly looking up at him. 

"Damian-"

"Shhh. It'll be alright. You'll be fine. It's okay, Marinette."

She shook her head giving him a pained smile. "We both know that's a lie."

"Mari-"

“Damian," her breath was shaky as she winced in pain. "I love you, Damian. I want you to know that."

He swallowed, ignoring the stinging behind his eyes as he tried to say something, anything, in reply , but she continued before he could find the words.

"I- Marinette Dupain-Cheng, hereby relinquish the Miracle Box and name- Damian al Ghul the new Guardian.” 

"No!"

The bright light that flashed as she said that was blinding, the tears finally beginning to flow as he held her.

—----------------------------

“No. Nonono. Merde,” she cursed under her breath glancing around.

“What?”

“I’m about to transform back.”

“Can you make it to the top of Wayne Tower in time?”

“I should.”

“You’ll be fine to detransform there. I’ll cover you. Go.”

“You sure you’ll be fine?”

“Tt. Of course. Now go.”

She threw her yo-yo one last time, nailing one of the thugs in the head, knocking them out before throwing it once more, pulling her up as she swung through and pulled herself up and over, disappearing over the lip of the Tower.

Robin dealt with the rest of the thugs as fast as he could, tying them up and leaving them in the alley before grappling up to Wayne Towers. He landed, nearly silent as he landed, looking around, pausing at the sight of a familiar figure, sitting against the bulkhead as she dug around in her purse.

“Marinette?”

She stood, turning around with a soft yelp. Holding her purse close as she looked at him, before relaxing, making sure her purse was shut before letting it drop to her side.

“Robin.”

“You’re Ladybug.”

“You know me,” she narrowed her eyes slightly as she studied him, before giving a small smile, recognition clear in her eyes. “Damian?”

He didn’t say anything, turning away slightly as she continued.

“I should have figured it out before.”

“How?”

“The way you subtly hide injuries, for one. Another, you speak and act almost the same exact way.”

“Tt.”

“Like that.”

He huffed, eliciting a bright laugh from her.

“Does this mean we can be friends on both sides of the mask now?” she asked.

“If you insist.”

“I do.”

“We should get back to patrol.”

“Let’s go then,” she replied, smiling before she moved, running towards the edge of the roof.

He lunged after her, catching her wrist as she passed him, pulling her to a stop.

“Are you insane?” he hissed. She simply laughed, yanking her hand free from his grip.

“Not at all. Trust me,” she backed away before he could stop her, sending herself off over the edge before calling her transformation, swinging away in a bright light, leaving him to catch up.

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"Marinette, why?"

The look she gave him felt like a burning knife to the heart. Pain. Confusion. Fear. Her eyes searching for anything she could recognize as he held her.

"What-" she cut off as a round of coughs wracked her body. "What happened? Who are you?"

"You fell. You fell but you'll be okay. I promise. I'll make sure of it."

“I- I can’t feel my legs. Why can’t I feel them? I- I- i-” Panic leaked into her voice as her breath stuttered. Her heartbeat raced, skipping and jumping as she started hyperventilating.

“Breathe with me,” he said, trying to take deep slow breaths, pressing her hand to his heart. The two sat there in silence like that for a minute as he tried to get her breathing to slow. Hyperventilating would only make things worse. Shock. She was going to shock. No nonono.

"Thank you," she muttered, between stilted breaths.

"Rest, It'll be better when you wake up. Just close your eyes.:

Her breath rattled as she nodded, eyes drifting shut. Her heartbeat growing weaker as he held her.

In. Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Weaker each time. Slower. Shallow.

In. 

Out.

In.

Out.

In.

Out.

Nothing.

She was gone.

He felt it the moment her pulse stopped, the way her body relaxed, the rhythm of her heart coming to an end.

The sob that tore itself from his throat, the capstone on her life.

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"Are you sure it's okay for us to be on here outside of class?"

"Of course. I often spend my free time outside of class here. Mrs. Dellebar has never had anything to say against the matter," he reassured her. 

"If that's the case, I'll grab my watercolors."

He nodded, heading up to their table while Marinette grabbed a clean cup to fill with water before joining him. 

The two worked in a comfortable silence,  content with the others company, for an long while before Marinette placed her brush down, giving the paint time to dry before laying on shadows and highlights.

She slid her stool closer, watching him work for a few minutes before finally speaking up.

"Is that me?"

He stopped at her sudden question, putting his paintbrush down as he took a quick breath to collect himself before looking at her. 

The tips of their noses nearly brushed against each other as they turned towards the other. 

Time seemed to freeze as neither one of them moved. A faint blush colored her cheeks as his heart raced.

“Dami-”

“I will see you tomorrow, Marinette,” he said, quickly standing up, turning away to hide how red his face felt.

He didn’t look back as he left the room, closing the door behind him before finally feeling as if he could breathe again. He leaned back, sliding down the door slightly as he ran a hand through his hair.

That was…. new. He was unaware when he had gained such feelings for Marinette. Surprised at how flustered he felt by that small interaction, kicking himself for running. 

“Tt,” he scoffed at himself as he picked himself up. He may have blown it today but tomorrow was a different matter. He would remedy his mistakes then.

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Tomorrow never came.

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"-obin? Robin what's happening?"

"She's gone," he said, voice threatening to crack. “She's gone, and I didn't tell her that I loved her."

He recognized the sudden clamor of voices, plans and tasks being made and assigned but he wasn't listening. It was all static. A loud ringing in his ears drowning out everything around him. Time felt like it was moving through water. Slow and heavy. Pushing against him. Barely keeping from overflowing and coming crashing around him. It felt like the breath of anticipation right before the surface tension broke.

And broke it did.

The world that had shrunk down to just encompass him and her suddenly expanded, filling with the ever present sirens and city noises from blocks over. Not near them. No. They were in a construction zone. They wouldn’t be here, he noted in the back of his mind.

He barely registered whose arms were wrapped around him, gently pulling him away from her. Their grip tightening as he fought against them, pulling and twisting as tears fell, blurring the world around him into bright color and hazy images.

"Robin. D. Damian, shhh. It hurts. I know it does. It's okay, let it out."

He could barely make out the words Richard was telling him, soft reassurances and comforts as he held him.

He wanted to scream. It wasn't okay. How could it be? Richard didn't know. He didn't know his pain. How could he? He could only guess from his own experience. He didn’t know. 

“Come on, just a short walk. A step away. Just to the end of the block and back. Just for a moment. Please,” Richard’s pleading voice broke through his thoughts. Damian shook his head, wrenching himself from the embrace.

“I’m not leaving her. Not unless it is to find who did this.”

“B and Hood are already going after them. Spoiler and Black Bat should be joining them soon. And Red's coming with the Batmobile so we can take her home. He should be here any minute. Just to the corner there. We won’t go far. She’ll be right there when we get back."

He relented, letting Richard guide him away reluctantly as a wave of heaviness seemed to finally sink in. Weariness hitting him. Grief and guilt etching themselves in his bones, as he spoke.

“I was so close,” he whispered.

“What?”

“I was so close. We touched. I was just too slow.”

“Damian-”

“If I hadn’t stood there trying to locate where she was exactly- If I had moved sooner- Left sooner- She was right there- I almost caught her- I-” his words caught in his throat as his mind raced, going over every little detail of the day. If he’d moved in the direction of the light instead of looking for it. If he’d left to look for her just a minute sooner. If he’d never left her alone in the art room.

It was his fault.

If he’d just done one tiny thing different she’d still be there.

It was all his fault

She was gone and it was all his fault.

“Don’t say that?”

“Why shouldn’t I?”

“Because it isn’t true. You did the best you could. That’s all you could have done.”

No. He could have done something different. Made a different choice. Not hesitated.

“It wasn’t good enough.”

“Yes. It was,” he said softly. “Damian. Don’t beat yourself up over her death. It’s not your fault.”

“Tt.”

“Damian-”

“You won’t sway me, Richard.”

His brother gave a soft sigh, tucking Damian under his arm in a small embrace. Like he was trying to protect him from the world. Far too late.

“I know I won’t. But it kills me seeing you like this.”

Damian didn’t say anything, simply turning back, Richard turning with him and began the short trek back. The Batmobile was waiting for them when they got there. Red Robin, leaning against its side as he waited for the pair.

“Hey,” Red Robin greeted the two of them, the one word was soft, heavy, bearing some of the weight of the event. “So, where is she?”

Damian’s blood ran cold at the question.

“What do you mean, ‘where is she’?” Richard asked as he pulled away from the side hug, darting to the other side of the Batmobile, the quick words flying back and forth between his brothers quickly disappearing, a deafening silence wrapping itself around him.

The sidewalk was empty.

The only sign of where she’d lain were the almost dry spots where his tears had landed.

Richard had promised she would be right there.

Another mistake of his.

He never should have left her. Not at the art studio, not at Richard’s pleading.

It was his fault.

She was gone.

He’d lost her again.

He hadn’t even finished saying goodbye.

The tears that fell were fast and hot and overwhelming as everything felt like too much. Pushing, shoving, forcing him down with the unbearable weight. Everything he’d done had been wrong. Every choice, every moment, every move. Wrong. Wrong. Wrong.

He crumpled, gently laying a hand where she had been, squeezing his eyes shut.

‘I’m sorry, Marinette. I’m so sorry. It’s all my fault. I should have been there. I should have been here. I love you. And I’m sorry I never told you. I will find who did this to you. I will get Tikki back for you. I will find you and give you the final rest you deserve.

I will make up for my failures.

I am sorry I was too late.

I will right my wrongs.

If only you were still here to see it.

I will make those who did this pay.

I’m sorry, Love.

I will fix this.

All of it.’

She was gone.

It was all his fault.

She was gone.

And he would fix everything.