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mister-e-filman · 9 months ago

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Miraculous Ladybug and Cat Noir: Year One

Autumn; Climatika

An entire week had passed with Hawk Moth sending a multitude of akumas after both Ladybug and Cat Noir, first came Monstre Terrifiant, then the Gargoyle, a monstrous croissant, Snailman, The Thug, and then finally the Mole, all of which the duo deakumatized back into their civilian forms. Thanks to the AkumAlert system, the deakumatizations were becoming easier to get done as a special ambulance with anti-akumatization markings on it would arrive soon after the super duo had finished, and would help the victim. And as much as Mayura wanted to, Hawk Moth flat-out refused to add any of them to their growing army as he had his sights set on the KIDZ+ Weather girl contest. He even insisted that Mr. Pigeon be removed as he saw him as too pathetic to be a part of the army.

In the KIDZ+ studio, Alec walked onto his stage and said "Welcome to the finals of our KIDZ+ competition! When today, one lucky winner will be announced as our brand new KIDZ+ weather girl! We started off with 5000 contestants. But with the help of our audience at home, we whittled our talent down to just these two amazing young ladies! So, let's welcome our fantastic finalists! To my right, Aurore Beauréal, and on my left, Mireille Caquet! Who will be the lucky winner? Vote now! Text 1 for Aurore and 2 for Mireille. And remember, standard text messaging rates apply."

The crowd could be heard chanting both Mireille's and Aurore's names as Aurore waved "Hi!" and Mireille giggled.

Meanwhile at the Dupain-Cheng House Bridgette was on the balcony, lying on the door to it giving herself a tan all while her twin Marinette was chasing Manon Chamack. Nadja had stopped by earlier to ask Marinette if she would babysit Manon, and of course Mari couldn't say no when Manon flashed her the "baby-doll eyes" which just made her cave. As for Bridgette herself, she wanted absolutely no part of babysitting her, all she wanted was something to punch.

Marinette was chasing the toddler all around the living room shouting "Come on, Manon, give that back!"

Manon whined "But I wanna be a fashion designer too!"

Marinette fell on the sofa, getting exhausted, but still determined to stop her. Standing upright seconds later.

"Manon, please, it's not finished! You're gonna ruin it!"

Manon giggled mischievously. Her babysitter’s pleading words had no effect on the toddler who was loving her impish ways.

Marinette let out a "Huh?" before resuming her chasing Manon, but ultimately ended up crashing with the table as she let out an "Ah! Nnnngh..." Marinette looked around the trashed room searching for Manon.

Marinette got to her feet and walked around, listening for her "Hmmm... Huh? Ah!" She giggled; and walked over to the curtain, only to see that Manon was not there.

Manon emerged from under the bed and snatched Marinette's cellphone. "I'm gonna vote for Mireille, she's the best!” Manon supplied, “She gave me candy when I visited Mommy.”

Marinette grabbed her phone back from Manon, "Hey, my phone!" Marinette said annoyed. But in payback Manon then grabbed the older girl's hat and ran off.

Marinette then wondered aloud "Ughhh... Why did I agree to do this again?"

Then over her left shoulder Tikki couldn’t help but make her presence known to her wielder. Much to a flustered Marinette who was having issues with the rambunctious child.

Marinette whispered to her, "Stay low, Tikki!"

Tikki whispered back, "Do not worry. Think about this. If you can handle Manon for a day, any villain here on out will be a piece of cake."

While it was weird to compare one of the akumatized villains she had to battle with to a troublemaking little girl Marinette couldn’t help but feel like Tikki had a point. But she couldn’t think about it too much since she heard the sound of footsteps approaching the house-part of her home seconds after Tikki’s words of wisdom. Marinette made the kwami hide so Manon wouldn’t see her kwami just as the doorbell rang. Marinette opened the door to find Alya standing there. Marinette beckoned for her to step inside.

“Alya?” Marinette asked in surprise, “what are you doing here?”

“Hey, I got a huge scoop for you. Guess who's on a photoshoot in the park?” Alya asked. Though Marinette already knew the answer...

“Now? Adrien is in the park right now?” The dark-haired girl replied with no hesitation. Drawing a nod from her bespectacled best friend, “As we speak.”

And Marinette couldn’t help but get flustered due just at the possibility of meeting her blonde crush, “Oh, gosh! What... what am I gonna say to him?”

But Alya couldn’t help but tease her bestie in response to that, “The same thing as usual 'I... uhhh... dahee... wha... ahh...''" she mocked. Much to Marinette’s chagrin, “Oh, stop it,” she softly chuckled.

“Uh, who's she?” Manon chimed in. Getting the attention of both of the older girls.

“Whoops! I forgot about this little detail,” Marinette stated while looking back at Manon.

“And who’s she?” Alya inquired.

“This is Manon, one of my mom's friends' daughters. I'm watching her all afternoon. Oh no! I can't go out!” Marinette realized following a gasp. Her babysitting duties took priority over potentially asking Adrien out.

“Leme guess. Another 'you couldn't say no' favor?” the wavy haired girl prodded with a raised eyebrow. “No, I just couldn't... say... no…,” Marinette answered. Looking down at the floor in a bit of self-shame.

Now Alya could tell her friend was in distress and she was really looking forward to seeing Adrien. Which was a bigger deal to Marinette than it was to her, “No problem! I'll look after your little detail for you.”

Manon ran off. She didn’t think much of Alya's presence. Perhaps she’d be just as fun to mess with as Marinette was.

“Thanks, but I'm responsible for her... Besides, I couldn't do that to you. She's... an absolute angel!” Marinette said with a smile so fake it looked like it hurt, just before grimacing at the sound of a loud crash from Manon messing with stuff with the pots and pans she had seized, mostly Bridgette's. Knowing very well that her twin would be livid if she saw her most prized possesion wrecked. And she was right when she saw the four-year-old reappear, Bridgette's head popped into the room screaming "Manon Mia Máire Moni Chamack, that crash had better not have come from my trophey!" Carrying the now broken trophey which was leftover from one of the akumas that she had fought in the past week, Manon decided to make a run for it. “Manon! Put that down! Ugh! Come back!” Marinette yelled after the young brat.

While Marinette was scrambling behind Manon, Alya thought ahead and was already in the pathway that she correctly predicted Manon would go, and in the blink of an eye, Manon’s hand was now in hers. Though the little girl was trying to pull away.

“You're just a pushover, Marinette. I have to babysit my sisters all the time, which makes me an expert in dealing with angels,” Alya said with a matter-of-fact smile.

“Who are you anyway?” Manon asked. Looking up at Alya who had a creative answer for the little girl, “I’m a mythical unicorn princess from the Nespar Kingdom which is on the wonderful world of Reespa, disguised as a totally fabulous human girl! I grant magical wishes, but only to little monkeys who behave!” she answered while giving Manon a playful poke on the tip of her nose that made her laugh.

“No, you're not! ...Are you?”

And while not breaking her smile she lifted Manon up and placed her in Marinette’s arms. Who by the way was stunned in how Alya had managed to make the troublemaking preschooler calm down for more than five seconds. Alya beckoned for Monon to hand over Bridgette's broken trophey, which Bridgette snatched before Alya could even touch it. Bridgette sighed as she held the trophey in her hands before saying dryly, "Nothing a little superglue can't fix." She gently set down the broken trophey.

“Okay, say, let's all go to the park,” Alya said, not missing a beat.

“Yay!” Manon exclaimed. Followed by Marinette chiming in with, “Okay!” and Bridgette, who was holding superglue in her hand, "Fine."

And meanwhile at the KIDZ+ studio the new weather girl was going to be chosen. People across Paris were tuning in to see the results with Alec hosting it all.

“Okay ladies and gentlemen, this is the moment we've all been waiting for! The viewers at home have made their decision, and the new KIDZ+ weather girl is…” Alec announced proudly while the votes were shown on screen with Mireille getting a large lead until the final score was counted.

“Congratulations Mireille!” Alec announced to a cheering crowd and a stunned Aurore. And the only thing that broke her shocked state was Alec talking to her, “Man, she really crushed you, eh? Better luck next time!”

“UGH!” Aurore grumbled before running out of the room to the elevator while Alec unintentionally added insult to injury, “What’s the big deal? You only lost by half a million votes!” "Go fuck yourself Alec!" she screamed at him, though she knew he was right and began going through the number of votes in her head to see if there was any error whatsoever.

And once she was in the elevator Aurore sat down defeated as she realized that if it was true that Mireille had 82% of the votes and she had only 18%, and that she lost by half a million votes, then it could be calculated that Mireille won 640,625 votes, while Aurore had only 140,625.

Aurore was now a seething volcano of rage as she knew that her schoolmate Chloé would no doubt mock her for this humiliating failure, “I should've won, I have the talent, the star looks, everything! But she took everything away from me. They took everything away from me! They--" She calmed down a bit remembering what led to that week's events...

Sabrina had been standing beside her from afar when she leaned close to Chloé and told her "That's terrible! You hear that, Chloé? Aurore's GPA dropped a whole point on her last report card!"

Chloé responded with "Well, you can't be a Little Miss Weather girl and Little Miss Good Grades at the same time!" Aurore had gasped at her cruelty but did think that she could possibly be a damn good weather girl. Mireille, a Japanese/Korean-French girl then said shyly "That sounds nice, being a weather girl and such." "Well, we better not make her cry, Sabrina, or else Stormy Weather might start raining on us. Oh, and go cry somewhere else Máirín" Chloé added. Sabrina meekly went to stand beside Chloé. What ridiculous bitches!" Chloé cackled. "Utterly ridiculous!"

"It's Mireille, Chloé!" Marinette yelled.

Aurore remembered that whenever Chloé would act so cruel to others Soqueline would always put Chloé in her place, but now that she was no longer there, surprisingly Marinette had taken up that role, she remembered Marinette going up to stand beside Aurore; Alya on her heels.

Marinette turned to face Chloé and told her "Aurore won't be transforming, because her grade average will be up again next term." Marinette then turned to Aurore and calmly told her "Don't hesitate to ask if you need any help."

Aurore remembered thanking Marinette for being so kind to her. She still couldn't believe that that had come from Chloé's favorite punching bag.

Aurore was just starting to stand up when suddenly the power went out. Making the elevator abruptly stop and knock Aurore down in the process. Then an akuma squeezed its way into the elevator which made Aurore swing her parasol at it defensively… but to no avail as it entered the scared girl's parasol just in time for the electricity to come back on, and to hear HIM.

"So correct you are. You should've won the contest. Yes..." Hawk Moth buzzed in her ears.

Aurore found herself saying "I should've won. Yes!"

"Climatika, I am Hawk Moth. I give you all the power you need to seek revenge on them as my weather girl. All you have to do is bring me the Miraculouses of both Ladybug and Cat Noir. Can you do that?"

Aurore started to become eveloped in purple aether, but she let out a "Yes!" before it fully encased her.

Hawk Moth then proudly said "That's my weather girl. Show the entire world who the best weather girl really is!" As he said that, the elevator doors opened, revealing Climatika, her brilliant violet eyes darting around the place.

Climatika sighed as she felt power coursing through her. She felt like she could do anything, even move the entire Earth itself! But how?

Meanwhile at Place des Vosges which was one of the most beautiful locations in Paris. A public square that was usually bustling with free-roaming people was now the setting for young male model Adrien Agreste’s photoshoot which was open for the public to spectate. Marinette and Alya were going to take that chance to the fullest.

“Come on. We're gonna stroll over there real cool as if we just happened to be passing by….” Marinette started to say and Alya knew there was more to this, “Then what?”

"Bad Idea!" Alya thought to herself as at that moment Marinette’s face quite literally lit up with love and imagination!

“Then? I'll invite him out for a fruit smoothie at the end of the photo shoot! Then, we'll get married! Live happily ever after in a beautiful house and have a dog! Maybe a cat? Nah, forget the cat. A hamster! I love hamsters! Plus, we'll have two kids? No, three. No, four! Louis, Emma, Hugo, and, and, a-” Marinette babbled out unnaturally fast.

“Let's just start with just happening to be passing by and see if we can get to that smoothie afterwards,” Alya interrupted her with a small smile which made Marinette giggle in return even though Alya was concerned for her friend who just resumed talking to her as if she hadn't just had a magical mental breakdown. So she was now planning on going to go see Master Fu for any help on what was happening to Marinette. At least once she got the chance! "One step at a time."

“Magnifico! Super! Come on now, I want to see hunger in your eyes!” spoke the voice of Adrien’s photographer for the photoshoot, Vincent.

"Remember, cool! Just be cool… Remember, cool! Just be cool…” Marinette chanted to herself while standing next to Alya behind the security barricade so they could watch Adrien.

“Um, we couldn’t be more invisible,” Alya noted. Even they weren’t the only people watching Adrien pose for the camera the only person who noticed them so far was Adrien’s hulking bodyguard.

And it was at that moment that Adrien saw them, and waved just as Marinette said with a deep breath “Okay, let's start over,” Marinette was desperately trying to stay cool and relaxed. But that instantly melted away when she saw Adrien waving at them, “Did you see that? He waved at me!”

“Yeah, I saw it too. Pretty normal, since we're in the same class,” Alya pointed out, as she tried putting Marinette’s hand down in the process, however it was still up well after Adrien waved at them unfortunately.

Meanwhile back at the KIDZ+ building. Mireille entered the elevator holding her trophy, though she felt like she didn't properly deserve it as she believed that Aurore was the true winner since she absolutely crushed her meterology exams while she herself felt that she had only won just because she was nice with people. She began exiting when she reached her floor and saw Climatika waiting for her. "Boo!" Climatika tauntingly said, nearly causing Mireille to drop the trophy. Climatika chuckled as she snatched the trophy before saying, "I am Climatika. The only weather girl who always gets the forecast right! And unfortunately for you, there's a freak icy front moving in right now!" She then attacked her with her parasol by firing a blast of ice.

"Somebody get me out of here! Help! Help!" Mireille shouted though her pleas were muffled thanks to her icy prison cell. "Oh and, thank you so much for giving me my trophy, Caquet! That was so nice of you!" Mireille just then realized who she was. "Now, get comfy now because it's gonna get a whole hell of a lot colder!" Climatika cackled.

Back at the Place des Vosges. Vincent was continuing taking pictures of Adrien.

Vincent was continuing photographing Adrien while saying excitedly, "Bravo! That's it! Give me the smile when your mom brings in spaghetti! Okay! And now, Oh no! Mama dropped the spaghetti! And now, you have to eat the spaghetti off the floor! Oh yes, you're angry! Show me angry, yes, yes, yes!" Little did Vincent know that Adrien absolutely HATED that he had just used his own mother as a way to get pictures.

Marinette, Manon, and Alya were still there watching the modeling session and while Manon and Alya didn’t mind it, neither of them were as lost in the moment as Marinette was who hadn’t taken her eyes off of Adrien since they arrived in the public square.

“Marinette, I want a balloon with Mireille on it! Can I? Can I!? …Marinette? MARINETTE!!!” Manon called out. Breaking Marinette from her adoring gaze, “Ah!”

“Ngh! Silenzio!” Vincenzo grumbled from the noise the girls made, disturbing his work. But Manon didn’t quiet down, “Come on!”

“Come on small fry, I'll get you that balloon,” Alya said with that calm demeanor that worked well enough back at the house but Manon’s response took Alya by surprise.

“No! I wanna go with Marinette!” Manon cried while hugging Marinette’s leg. Was she trying to be a good girl for the “unicorn princess?” Possibly. But Marinette did have a choice to make. She looked back at her crush, and then down at the four-year-old girl clinging to her. Her decision was apparently clear.

“I'll deal with it. I am her babysitter,” Marinette said which brought a beaming smile to Manon’s face.

“But what about Adrien?” Alya couldn’t help but point out. Which did lower her resolve. But she still wanted to be a good babysitter since Manon was finally behaving well, “The balloon stand isn’t far, so we’ll be right back. Come on Manon.”

“Okay!” the messy haired girl chirped. Walking hand in hand with Marinette to get the balloon. There was no doubt that Mirelle was popular.

And speaking of Mirelle. Climatika decided to make her presence known to the weather reporter’s adoring public outside of the KIDZ+ studio.

“Where’s Mirelle?” A civilian vocally asked which raised the ire of the Mirelle’s akumatized rival.

“Ugh… For all of you who voted for Mireille, I'd advise you to move indoors. It's going to get very blustery! Oh wait… too late.” And with an evil smile, Climatika blew them all away with a blast of wind from her parasol. But then suddenly heard clapping coming from someone... Climatika turned to see who it was and saw a teenaged brunette girl watching her unblinking. She appeared to be next to who Climatika assumed was her mother. She hesitantly landed next to the girl who still watched her which made both Climatika and Hawk Moth very uncomfortable. "Do I know you?" Climatika nervously asked. The girl only said five words while putting on a creepy smile "You will! You both will!" Climatika soared away, the further, the better!

Back at The Place Des Vosges Marinette was having a situation of her own. She got Manon the balloon she wanted and was ready to go back to see Adrien some more, "Alright, let's go back.”

But Manon had other plans…

“I wanna go on the merry-go-round!” Manon pleaded. But her dark haired caretaker refused, “No, no, no, no, not right now, I gotta get back to Adrien…”

You promised! You aren't going to break your promise, are you?” The little girl whined.

“Aw, please, please, not the baby doll eyes… You know I can't say no to the-” Marinette started to say before Manon did just that. Using her "baby doll eyes." Using her cuteness in her golden eyes as a weapon to make Marinette’s defenses melt, “fine, but one ride then we’re going back to the photo shoot.”

And that was all Manon needed to hear. Grabbing Marinette by her hand to the carousel. Giggling with glee. All while unknowing that Climatika was flying high, seeing banners and balloons of Mirelle.

“Ughhh!” Climatika grumbled, “I can’t believe those stupid people voted for her over ME!”

And down below people saw a weary Adrien. All of the posing and facial movement was exhausting and even Vincent could tell. That’s when he had a bright idea on the spot, “No, no, no! The boy has eaten too much spaghetti! Ugh, we need more energy! More romance! We need…a girl!”

Then he ran directly to Alya, “You! I need an extra!”

“Who, me?” Alya asked, which made her blink in disbelief.

“Sì! To pose with Mr. Adrien!” The Italian photographer explained. But Alya was not interested in the slightest.

“Uh… Hah! You don't want me, I… uhh… I think I'm having an allergic reaction to this apple, I know juth the perthon you need! Hold that thought!” Alya said as if her mouth was swollen from the apple she just picked. Lying to avoid getting into the spotlight. But it was alright because she knew just the right girl for this…

“What? Seriously?” Marinette asked with her mouth agape.

“Yeah they need an extra to pose with Adrien!” Alya answered.

"What? Seriously?" Marinette asked aghast.

" Mhm! I'm guessing that he looks too lethargic for that photographer's taste," Alya explained.

“Is that boy your boyfriend?” Manon chimed in from Marinette’s left side which made her blush on the spot, “What?! No, I mean, yes? No!”

“So go on! What are you waiting for?!” Alya asked. Since Marinette had her eyes on Adrien almost the entire time.

"But, what about Manon?" Marinette asked her friend who was wagging her finger toward Marinette and hand gesturing her to move aside, before telling her "You take care of Prince Charming, and I'll take care of Little Miss Unicorn here. You don't know how to control her anyway."

Alya gave Marinette one last look before saying "Trust me. Unicorns unite! Let's go to Rispa and find us some sad little village kids and grant those wishes! Yee-haw!"

Manon followed suit "Yee-haw!"

Marinette was just about to approach Adrien when she suddenly let out a "Huh?" just as she saw Climatika flying by.

Climatika fired an icy wind at the civilians. The icy wind surrounded the carousel and froze it.

A random civilian then screamed "Run!"

Marinette looked over at Alya who gave her the okay sign... It was time for the Miraculous Ladybug to enter the picture!

Marinette ran to a nearby bench with Bridgette also behind the bench. "Time to transform! I'll let you take this first round Sis," Bridgette said to her twin. Marinette gave a thumbs-up before, “Tikki, spots on! Yeah!” And in a burst of red and black spots and light Marinette was suited up for battle as Miraculous Ladybug! Ready to save the day and battle Climatika!

But she wasn’t the only one springing into action though…

People were screaming in a panic and the sight of it all was enough for Adrien to get his second wind and get moving to a tree, “Uh Plagg? Plagg!”

“I am not here, I am sleeping,” Plagg’s voice was heard but the bag looked empty however Adrien knew better and held up a small piece of camembert cheese, rolling his eyes in the process while also making Plagg fly directly to the piece of cheese, “For your information, I can smell Camembert in my sleep. It is only one of my many talents.”

“Great but there's no time to talk about cheese,” Adrien said before he and Plagg heard and felt a loud rumbling.

“It was not me! I swear I did not use my Cataclysm,” Plagg pleaded his innocence.

And then Adrien looked around and that was when the both of them saw a large volcano emerging over near the Eiffel Tower, causing multiple buildings to come crumbling down, no doubt some with people still inside.

“Okay. Enough standing around. Plagg, claws out!” Adrien gave his cry to activate his cat Miraculous. Transforming into the cat-stylized hero Cat Noir in a black and green blast. Time for him to enter the fight!

"Why did I leave Manon? I should've never done that! No. Alya's right. She's in good hands. I must trust her," Ladybug thought to herself. She then turned her full attention over to Alya and Manon and told them "I'll get you out of there! Let's wire-cut this icy cake!" Ladybug tried using her yo-yo, but its cord just slipped off of the ice.

Ladybug looked embaressed as she stammered out to both Alya and Manon "O-or not? Uh, on to plan B! Don't worry, everything's gonna be okay!"

Manon then suddenly asked "Where's Marinette?"

"She hasn't forgotten about you, Manon," Ladybug softly told the frightened toddler.

"How did you know my name?" Manon pointed out.

"Ah! Uhh..." Ladybug stammered and before she could say "Marinette told me! She's coming right back, okay?" Alya told her "She knows who everyone is in order to protect them, you see, isn't that right?" Alya winked as she looked up at the superheroine. "That's absolutely correct. Now, if you'll excuse me, I have an akuma to defeat and purify! Right?" Ladybug said.

"Uh, yeah. She's gonna be right back, won't she?" Ladybug nodded before swinging away.

Then Alya noticed out of the corner of her eye that Climatika left the park and made it onto the Parisian streets she couldn’t help but voice her motives. Her plan with her fiendish powers.

“I'm gonna use this volcano to move the Earth away from the sun. Soon the world will plunge into a perpetual winter, and Earthlings will be nothing but frozen food. Then you'll all realize just how powerful I really am!” she cackled with lightning flashing into the sky around her.

She certainly seemed capable of going through with her threats considering the massive volcano she made dwarfed the Eiffel Tower.

“Can she really do that?” Cat Noir asked. Looking up at the supervillain while in a fighting stance.

“Probably. But don’t worry, Kitty. We’re not gonna let her rain on Paris’ Parade,” Ladybug said. But her wordplay didn’t go unnoticed by the male hero beside her.

“Was that a pun milady?” Cat Noir smirked which drew the same grin from the spotted girl, “Yep. A little bit of change is good, don’t you think?” she asked before heading toward Climatika.

“I love that girl,” Cat Noir beamed, following Ladybug.

Then on the park grounds Manon was hugging Alya tightly at the carousel. They managed to avoid Climatika’s assault though due to the extreme cold, Manon's balloon shattered. Alya pulled out her tablet to try and get further information on the news.

“Don't be bemused, it's just the news. Astronauts that orbit around the earth have confirmed that our planet has shifted on its axis, and it’s moving away from the sun!” Nadja reported.

“Come on Ladybug, Cat Noir…the world needs you right now...”

Climatika was just starting to leave the streets until Cat Noir made his presence known while standing across from her on a nearby rooftop.

“Hey Ice Queen, what's with all the terrorizing? Why don't you pick on someone your own temperature?” the cat-themed hero taunted.

“My name isn't Ice Queen! It’s Climatika!” The parasol-toting villain growled.

“Eesh, the Nyanja translation of climate? Ugh! Listen. I'm feline more generous than usual today. So cool down and we'll call it quits, okay? WHOA!”

Climatika had had enough of Cat Noir and tried to blow him away with a concentrated blast of wind that could’ve sent him flying. He had to run like the wind to avoid getting blown away by it.

“Hold still!” Climatika ordered the bounding hero who was running from rooftop to rooftop around the streets looking for an opening to strike.

“Nah I don’t wanna!” Cat Noir retorted. And when he saw a free chance to pounce he jumped up to do so hoping to knock Climatika out of the sky.

“AAAGH!”

Cat Noir’s hopes were in vain though as Climatika dodged him just in time from midair and hit him with a rush of wind in the side sending him flying across the streets all the way onto a nearby street below. Fortunately Ladybug helped him up.

“And I thought cats always land on their feet,” Ladybug lightly teased.

"Why thanks, MiLadybug, but I had it covered," Cat Noir teased back as he kissed Ladybug's hand.

Ladybug was taken aback by her partner's chivalry but was only able to let out a "Huh?" before she pushed Cat Noir back by his nose. "No time for your charm, Cat Noir. But you're welcome."

Climatika then turned her full attention to the two, shouting "We should be expecting lightning storms right about NOW!" She proceeded to use her parasol to darken the sky with storm clouds and create lightning and Ladybug and Cat Noir scream and groan after being struck by said lightning.

Ladybug and Cat Noir rolled over then Ladybug blinked twice. Cat Noir blinked twice as well and pulled himself up and grinned. Ladybug turned his head toward Climatika.

Cat Noir leapt after her shouting "You just won yourself a catfight!"

Climatika then shouted "Black ice!" while using her parasol to coat the street with said ice; then created another wind blast which knocked Cat Noir back.

“Gotcha!” Ladybug called out when she caught Cat Noir by his tail. All while Climatika blasted a screen with Mireille on it to bits.

While Alya was indeed desperately trying to keep Manon's mind off of the danger outside of their icy prison cell, she also was watching the news to keep up on what was happening with her superhero best friend. Manon's face lit up when she saw her mother Nadja reporting on Alya's phone; "The further the Earth moves away from the Sun, the colder the temperatures will get. You're outside right now, Clara. How’s it going?" Clara Contard answered with "We're down to minus 40 degrees Celsius, Nadja. It's getting very difficult but Ladybug and Cat Noir have pinned down the akuma calling herself Climatika." Suddenly the camera froze, and a test card was shown. Nadja tapped on her microphone worried for Clara's life since the latter was only wearing a thin coat courtesy of their boss, "Everything okay, Clara? The picture's gone down." Clara luckily responded clearly shivering, "The freezing temperatures have just cracked the camera, but I can view the battle. Everything's fine, Nadja. The Miraculous Ladybug seems to have already called up her Lucky Charm. She’s got a small object - it looks like a bath pencil. What’s she gonna do with that?"

"Is Ladybug gonna do some coloring?" Manon asked Alya. "Guess we'll just have to see, won't we?" she answered the tiny tot while the news broadcast continued "Cat Noir is holding up a copy machine, I can't see much, but it- it looks like Ladybug is making a photocopy," Clara said shivering just as an explosion happened. "Whoa! That was a huge flash! Wait, Climatika has been stunned!" Clara exclaimed in awe.

Climatika wasn't out yet, as she rose up again from where the explosion happened. She was now clearly pissed, but the duo didn't care. It was now time for round two! “A little Cat Noir will take the wind out of her sails!” Cat Noir got into a fighting stance and was ready to get back into the fight but Ladybug grabbed his tail, “Whoa, kitty kitty. You better think before you leap.”

“So I assume you have another plan?” Cat Noir asked while rubbing his tail.

“Just follow my lead,” Ladybug charged into action with Cat Noir doing likewise on the opposite side of the street. Much to Climatika’s annoyance.

“Ugh not you two again…” She grumbled while raising her parasol. She fired wind blasts which not only blew them back but sent vehicles airborne as well. Including a bus toward the heroes.

“AHHHHHHHH!” they screamed in unison as the massive vehicle was hurled their way. Fortunately their panic didn’t stop them from reacting as Ladybug used her yo-yo as it's primary shield. Spinning it around fast enough so that it cut a hole through the side of the bus, saving her and Cat Noir. But when it stopped spinning it fell on Cat Noir’s head.

“Ow,” Cat Noir rubbed his head while Ladybug giggled and snuck into a place where she could easily swap places with Bridgette. Now the heroes had a hell of a fight going on but they weren’t finished yet!

Meanwhile back at The Place des Vosges Alya was playing with Manon while trapped in the frozen carousel desperate to keep the toddler's mind off of the danger.

“Lemonade, crunchy ice, hit it once, hit it twice, freeze”!

“Hey, no fair,” Manon pouted, ”you always win, uni-! What was that?”

She heard the ice cracking above her head. Alya tried to use her creativity to take Manon’s attention, “It's... the big goblin king! He ate too much and split his shirt! Wahahaha!”

And when she chased Manon the ice cracked once more but Alya, ever so resourceful, knew what to do. And after leading Manon to a safer part of the carousel she was ready to put it in action.

“Wanna hear a story?” she asked the toddler who nodded, clearly having her full attention drawn away from the danger that Climatika had created.

And back in the city, Climatika thought she had won the battle. Between the massive volcano and the fact that she wasn’t fighting those pesky masked do-gooders the fight was over as far as she was concerned. Time to secure their Miraculouses and Hawk Moth’s voice in her head let it be known, “You showed them all not just who the real winner is but also show them all just how powerful you are, my weather girl, however you have created a situation where if everyone dies due to your damn volcano, then I'll take you with me!" Climatika suddenly started feeling immense pain coursing throughout her entire body! Something that caught the attention of the superhero duo when she screamed out in pain "What is this Hawk Moth?!" "Your punishment!" she could hear him screaming at her in her head. The pain ceased when he continued albeit more calmly "But now if you wanna redeem yourself then now is the time for you to fulfill your part of the agreement. And listen carefully because here's my plan…”

“Maybe she’s got some unresolved anger issues!” Ladybug mused as to why Climatika was behaving like this.

“Or she didn't pass her driving test! I don't know why she decided to doom all of humanity by using a giant-ass volcano to move the Earth away from its normal spot! I hate to say it but I think now's a good time as any to use our powers, don't you think?" Cat Noir suggested. "Also, what the hell was with her screams of pain? Do you think that Hawk Moth can send psychic pain if they don't do as he plans?" he questioned to Ladybug who just shrugged.

But before Ladybug could ponder any further, Climatika appeared on a cracked screen nearby.

“Hello, viewers! Here's the latest forecast for today. Looks like Mother Nature has had a change of plans. Summer vacation is officially over! Forever!"

“Already? But I look so good in a swimsuit.” Cat Noir smiled and wiggled his eyebrows and nose at Ladybug.

“That catsuit will do, thanks. At least we now know where to find her,” Ladybug stayed on task with her reply.

“Prepare for the worst weather in history!” Climatika cackled. But there was something unique about her that Cat Noir noticed.

“Hey!” He said while looking at a poster of Aurore, “that girl reminds me of someone.”

And Ladybug perked up. Putting the pieces of the puzzle together, “It’s her! It’s Aurore! The akuma must be in her parasol!” "I can't believe that Hawk Moth decided to go after a 12-year-old! That's just... evil!" Cat Noir stated in disgust at Hawk Moth.

“In Climatika’s world, it’s Winter Wonderland FOREVER!” Climatika declared. But Cat Noir wasted no time shouting back.

"Hey Climatika, first off, I know you can hear me, and second off I noticed that there are several errors on the map of Europe you used in your forecast!"

Various nations were shown on the weather screen and Cat Noir was playing the role of an impromptu weatherperson correcting the villainess, “While Mainland France, including Monaco is highlighted, Corsica isn't. Andorra, Luxembourg, Liechtenstein, San Marino, and the Vatican are missing. Northern Ireland has a large peninsula that doesn't exist. The Netherlands extend into northern Belgium. Eastern Poland and southeastern Hungary are deformed. Lithuania and Kaliningrad are too far south. Ukraine extends too far west, chipping out the eastern tip of Slovakia and northeastern Hungary. Northwestern Romania contains parts of Serbia. Speaking of which, Serbia, along with Montenegro, and Kosovo are part of the same country. North Macedonia is farther west than it should be, cutting out northeastern Albania. And last but most certainly not least, European Turkey appears to be a part of Bulgaria, and the rest of Turkey doesn't appear."

“How do you know all of this stuff?” Ladybug was stunned by her partner's extensive knowledge of the whole world. "Geography’s my favorite subject in school," Cat replied as he grabbed her hand to enter the KIDZ+ studio.

“It’s a recording,” Ladybug noticed just in time to hear a lightning bolt hit a light to make the lights go out in the building.

"This is all going wonderfully according to plan. Soon their Miraculouses will be mine. Bring them to me!” Hawk Moth bragged while Climitika arrogantly giggled.

"Frosty the Snowgirl's getting away!" Cat Noir called out while Ladybug tripped and fell, "Oh, Milady?"Cat Noir said concerned.

"Some of us don't have night vision... Whoa!"

Cat Noir grabbed Ladybug's hand and led her along the way, "No need to bug out. Just trust me!"

And back at The Place des Vosges Alya was telling another story to Manon.

“Then the cyclops monster picked the princess up in his hand and said, "Look into my eye!" Then, gluck! She stuck a finger right in it! As soon as she took a bite of the cursed potato, the poor princess fell into a deep, deep sleep…”

Manon was loving Alya’s story and Alya had no problems telling it. In fact, the only thing that threw her off was the sound of an icicle breaking through the top of the carousel which put panic back into their minds.

“Hurry up, Ladybug…” Alya muttered fearfully while holding Manon close.

“Okay that’s enough,” Ladybug told her partner when she could see again, “I think I can manage to –”

“Duck!” Cat Noir called out as Ladybug was nearly struck in the head by a fire extinguisher canister.

“-- follow your lead on this one…” Ladybug finished her prior sentence.

They did eventually make it to the top of the building where Climatika was quick to greet them.

“You airheads! You fell right into my trap. There’s no way out! Party’s over, fools!,” Climatika declared while making a whirlwind appear with her parasol.

“The time is now! Bring me the Miraculouses!” Hawk Moth ordered Climatika.

“We’re just– umm…” Ladybug pointed at Cat Noir’s hand which was still holding hers even though they were outside of the darkened building,

“Heh. Oops…” Cat Noir let go of Ladybug.

“We’re just getting started Stormy Weather!” Ladybug finished while pointing at her. "IT'S CLIMATIKA!" Climatika roared.

Hand to hand combat wasn’t going to work at this point and Ladybug knew it thanks to Cat Noir's earlier statement. She knew what she had to do.

While the battle between Climatika and Ladybug and Cat Noir resumed, the news anchor helicopter to overview the fight, with Alya occasionally taking breaks in her story to check up on her superhero friend with Manon peeking over her shoulder in the process.

Back with the heroes, Ladybug called out “Lucky Charm!” activating her superpower in a swirl of red and black polkadots and thousands of magical ladybugs. And what she got in return was…

“A bath towel? What am I supposed to do with this?”

“Great. So, we’re about to be obliterated, but, hey… at least we’ll be dry” Cat Noir gave some grim humor.

“Oh just hold your whiskers, I'll think of something,” Ladybug replied.

Back with Alya and Manon who both were both watching the news, the latter of which asked "Is Ladybug gonna do some drying?"

Ladybug herself was still trying to figure out what to do with the item just as “Hail!” Climatika shouted with a hailstorm appearing overhead. Cat Noir sprang into action by spinning his staff with urgent speed to make a shield that protected Ladybug from the hail, “So what’s the plan on getting the akuma back. My arm’s starting to cramp.”

Ladybug’s Lucky Vision helped her see useful items that could help use the item she got from her lucky charm properly. That’s when she had a bright idea after seeing an HVAC tub and a nearby billboard.

“See that billboard over there? Check it out,” Ladybug instructed.

“Right!” Cat Noir nodded, heading directly to it, “Cataclysm!” And with his right hand enveloped in black and green energy he was ready for action. Now to get Climatika's attention.

“Hey, Coldilocks, is that all you got?!” Cat Noir taunted. Climatika turned her attention to him which played right into his plan.

Both Alya and Manon continued watching the news where Clara announced "Cat Noir is using his Cataclysm to bring down a billboard, I can't see much, but it- it looks like-" suddenly the feed cut out completely. So, in order to keep the toddler from freaking out, Alta decided to continue her story.

Climatka attacked Cat Noir with lightning, but he quickly dodged, and used his Cataclysm to make the billboard fall down, its aim toward Climatika, who blasted a hole in it and Ladybug then wrapped her yo-yo around Climatika's ankle. She took off running under pipes and against a crane before jumping over the HVAC. Opening the towel, Ladybug glided in the air, pulling down Climatika. The speed at which she fell and the angle of the crane caused her to lose her parasol as Ladybug heard a Climatika screaming toward the ground. Cat Noir caught it and broke it over his knee which sent the akuma fluttering out of the parasol!

“Get outta here, you nasty bug,” Ladybug said before saying “No more evil-doing for you, little akuma. Time to de-evilize! Gotcha!” Ladybug caught the akuma, purified it, and released it into the sky, “Bye-bye, little butterfly.”

Ladybug then shouted "Miraculous Cleanse!" She watched as the Lucky Charm started bursting apart in her glowing hands, and the magic began reverting all of the damage, including the enormous volcano.

Back at the Place des Vosges, the glacier that the carousel was trapped in started melting.

Alya was still telling her story to Manon when a droplet of water landed on her nose "And after defeating the three-headed dragon with...Huh?...Taekwondo..."

The firefighters who had arrived to get the both of them out shouted "Yeah!" in Ladybug and Cat Noir's triumph.

Alya decided to wrap up her story while she still had the chance "So the Princess kissed her Prince Charming and..."

"They lived happily ever after?" Manon asked.

Alya paused a moment before replying with "Uh, sure. Until they had a dozen or so little monkeys like you who drove them bananas!"

Back on the roof of the KIDZ+ building, Climatika turned back into Aurore.

Aurore woozily asked "Uh, what am I doing up here?"

Ladybug and Cat Noir both said in unison "Pound it!"

Later, Mireille approached Aurore with the latter apologizing for her behavior but was genuinely shocked by Mirielle's announcement that even though she won, she wouldn't be the KIDZ+ weather girl as she lacked the complete knowledge in meterology to do so. The two 12-year-olds embraced with Aurore telling Caquet "Thank you Mireille."

Meanwhile back at the Place des Vosges.

"Hey, there is the photographer and Adrien waiting for you!" Tikki pointed out to her wielder.

Marinette then asked the crimson kwami "You don't think it's too late?"

Tikki told her "Come on, Marinette. You saved Manon, and the whole world for that matter. Have some fun!"

"Yeah Sis. Have some well deserved fun for goodness sake!" Bridgette told her twin.

Bridgette then ducked behind a tree when Manon came running up to Marinette and gleefully said" Marinette!"

Marinette acknowledged her with a "Huh?"

Manon continued "I know what your secret is!"

"W-w-what secret?" Marinette stammered out shocked.

Manon told her "Ladybug is your best friend! That's how you both always know what the other one's gonna do!"

Marinette let put a "Huhhh... Phew!" before hugging Manon.

Manon then immediately went back to whining, asking "Can I have a lollipop? Can I? Can I? Can I?"

Marinette firmly told her "No, Manon. I have something important to do. Alya, you'll watch her, yeah? I'm ready for the photoshoot!"

However, Vincent suddenly noticed Manon and asked "Wait. Who is that angel?"

Marinette was obviously bummed out but didn't notice Adrien's simalar disappointment as he also was expecting to have Marinette by his side, a fashion designer alongside a fashion model, it was too good to be true, which sadly it was, when Manon placed next to him, his face fell, but perked back up when Manon asked him "Haha! Hey, are you in love with Marinette?"

"Wah, n-no. W-we're just friends is all, now say cheese!" Adrien stammered.

"CHEESE!"

Vincent started taking photos of Adrien with Manon. "Hohoho! Stupendous! Magnifico! Perfecto! ..." he kept exclaming , completely unaware of Adrien's plan of telling his father about the huge missed opportunity.

Marinette let an "Ughhh..." all while Alya patted her. Alta still planned on visiting Master Fu about her friend's condition.

Meanwhile in Hawk Moth's lair, Hawk Moth was most displeased with how things went.

"Someday, your Miraculouses will be all mine. I don't care how many enemies I need to throw out to win, but I will be victorious! Though as for Climatika next time I bring her back, she won't be as powerful as she was today," he growled as he placed a pawn onto the chessboard just as the window fully closed.

"That was too close!" Mayura said. "Yes. Yes it was, wasn't it?" Hawk Moth nearly fell over before catching himself. Mayura rushed to his side and gently asked "Are you alright?" Hawk Moth looked at before responding with "No, not really. I'm exhausted from sending all of these damn akumas everyday! I think I need to slow down or else I won't be able to send out akumas." "I understand Hawk Moth," Mayura begrudgingly agreed. "And that girl! Who is she? 'You will' she said, but what does she want?" Hawk Moth asked with a shiver going down his spine.

Little did he know was that the girl was currently sitting in her room tending to her mother's broken neck. "Of all your free times from the embassy, you just had to go to a pointless weather girl competition. Seriously Mom, if I were not there, you would be dead. Okay, so how do you feel now?" Volpina asked. Her mother sat up and answered with "Much better, thank you! And you're absolutely right. Going to that competition was a mistake!" "So, when am I able to get into the school again?" Volpina asked. "It's gonna take a while as I only just sent in your registration today," Prima told her. "That is fine, I do not mind waiting!" Volpina said while Prima was exiting the room, an evil smile spreading across Volpina's face. She. Was. Home!

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bookdragonlibrary · 2 years ago

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What could have happen is the Césaire and Lahiffe asks for Marinette to babysitt the twins and Noël/Christ while she has already agreed to babysitt Manon. And of course, Marinette doesn't know how to say no because she wants to please everyone. And she might not even tell the Césaire-Lahiffe she's already babysitting her.

Why this fandom loves to critizise Alya and Nino seriously? Oh I think I know why... It's racism, isn't it?

The salt is insanely silly at this point, really. Much of it assumes that Alya’s parents told Alya to watch the kids, but that’s not ever said. It’s far more likely that the family’s all got their own plans or business to attend to, so Marlena or Otis was like “everybody’s busy, so let’s get a babysitter”. Plus the Cèsaires know Marinette (she, like Nino, is treated almost like a member of the family, as seen in Sentibubbler) so acting like the kids are being “dumped with a stranger” makes no sense. Even more, of course Alya and Nino aren’t sneaking around; it’s a bold assumption that Ella, Etta, and Chris would keep quiet about it if they were. People are looking way too deeply into this 😂

That, and Alya and Nino might just be trusted to come up with arrangements to look after their siblings. And yeah, it's bold to assume that none of the kids would tattle if this arrangement wasn't allowed.

I'm mostly done with this topic unless it starts rearing up again. I've got a fanfic about Prime Queen I'm gonna publish (which for the record I've been writing for weeks, it's just only now done) and then I think that's it. Unless there's a new resurgence about it (which there might be once Simpleman's out) I think everything that should be said about it, has already.

#miraculous ladybug #marinette dupain-cheng #alya césaire #nino lahiffe

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xjulixred45x · 4 months ago

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How would be manon interacting with klaus and karin? What would be vince/rody think about it?

aww that would definitely be adorable!

Manon has definitely interacted with Klaus a lot in the time she and Rody have been together. either because of the times when Rody acted as babysitter for his parents taking care of him or even because of Rody himself wanting his two favorite people to interact with each other.

Rody, like I said, is the type of older brother who brags a lot about his little brother for being so smart and yada yada. so Manon finds Klaus to be a very adorable and tender child.

I can definitely see Klaus drawing pictures of Manon, of Manon with Rody, of Manon, Rody and him together, etc. The two end up having a fit of tenderness.

Klaus is also one of the (un)lucky ones who gets to try Manon's food, which although it is better than oatmeal or burnt cereal...yes, let's say that Manon is lucky that Klaus is as polite as he is sweet.

MANON FIXING KLAUS'S CLOTHES BECAUSE RODY DOESN'T KNOW HOW TO SEW SHIT I CAN'T--

Manon was the one who took care of Klaus when Rody couldn't and even went to pick him up from school, so in general I would say that she loved him a lot (especially being an only child) and was happy that he and Rody loved each other.

Rody loved the dynamic between Manon and Klaus. And I even fantasized about what it would be like if Manon would play the same way she does with Klaus with her children, maybe? one day?

After the breakup, it was difficult for both Manon and Rody to explain the situation to Klaus :'(although she would probably agree to take care of Klaus occasionally to 1- do Rody a favor and 2- Klaus is a sweetheart, how can she tell him No?

With Vincent it is a much more complicated case, I would say that he even doesn't like Manon interacting with Karin, but at least he has a reason. Since knowing that Manon is using him as a rebound, he believes that if she tries to get closer to Karin it is out of interest. and he doesn't want to involve Karin in this drama.

but...on the other hand...he can't really do much against Manon when Karin genuinely warms to her (and vice versa).

I imagine Vince is SUPER strict with the babysitters he hires for Karin, like, he has a whole roster of rules they have to follow if they want to work AT HIS HOUSE with HIS DAUGHTER. and Vince fires without hesitation those who have broken one rule or more (even something like eating fast food or delivery is worthy of firing in his eyes).

and the few nannies who stay don't stay for long. They love Karin but HATE Vince. so they work occasionally/in emergencies. so Vince ends up in a bind now that the restaurant is more popular and he needs to supervise it.

So he takes advantage of Manon's interest and has her as a FREE babysitter so Karin can have a proper babysitter without him worrying.....although in this AU it is most likely that this will backfire and Manon will end up going his home ONLY for Karin🤣(like that meme of "MOVE BITCH!!")

Manon and Karin would do a lot of girly things, draw together, go shopping (with Vince's money lol), do crafts, they tried to cook dinner together once and surprisingly it didn't turn out too bad? It was not burned or too bitter, that's progress!

Manon would even stay OVERTIME so she could read Karin a bedtime story and she's definitely the type of person who will bitch at Karin's Bullies if she runs into them. She helps Karin gain confidence by telling her how cute and smart she is :3 I can see Manon doing many hairstyles for Karin, braids, pigtails, buns, etc. And she also lets Karin do her makeup or let her draw her.

definitely in this rare AU Manon has a much better chance of surviving 😅 thanks to the favor of the adorable children.

#headcanons #drabble #dead plate #dead plate game #dead plate vincent #rody lamoree #dead plate rody #vincent charbonneau #dead plate manon #manon vacher #my child lebensborn karin #my child lebensborn klaus #my child lebensborn #crossover

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elidelochans · 4 years ago

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Written for @ladywitchling, “Something with Manorian and children” Here ya go babes

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"Manon, I'm sorry," he said, weaving his silken, slim tie underneath each other. Looping it into a knot pulling it flush against the white-collar, "I didn't think I'd be called in when I told Aelin we could."

Her arms folded tight across her chest. Leaning against the crowning of the door frame. Fixing him a pointed look through the mirror. Holding his gaze, gold meeting sapphire. She watched her husband run his long fingers through perfectly coiled blue-black hair.

"Since it was your suggestion. Why don't you take her to work?" she questioned, surveying the way his solid muscle moved underneath his button-down. Crimson lips pursing as her gaze swept over him.

He simply turned towards her, a lazy smile from a mouth that harbored all sorts of wicked things. Dorian pinned her against the door. A hand settling on her hip. Her palms splayed across his chest.

"I can't or I would. Besides, it’s not for long. Chaol said Duke needs to have a finance meeting immediately, " Manon rolled her eyes, huffing out a response while Dorian brushed his nose along hers, hovering his mouth over Manon's blood-red ones, "Are you telling me Manon Havilliard can't handle a toddler?" If it wasn’t displayed so roguishly on his handsome face, she could hear his mocking smile in the words.

Her lips curled upward, coiling at his tie bringing his lips hovering over hers, “Oh I can. And you will bring me that big bottle of merlot from Wendlyn Wines and sushi when you get home,” She tugged him a tad closer, feeling his breath hot against her mouth. Like the caress of a heated wind kissing her lips.

Dorian dropped a hand gripping her waist firmly. She in turn tilted her head, holding his gaze. His words fell from his lips, tone dark and sensual, “I’ll give you something big alright.”

He closed the short distance between them, nipping at her bottom lip before claiming her mouth. A soft moan came from her, slipping her tongue between his parted lips searching for his. Dorian pressed his wife harder into the door, hearing it smack against the wall behind them. Her hands slid up into the perfectly styled hair all set for a day's worth of meetings. Just when his hands moved to cup her pert ass and lift her. The doorbell chimed ringing through both floors of the house. Breaking apart from each other, both with heavy breaths and blushed cheeks. Manon fixed her loose fitted shirt the color of granite giving him a chaste kiss.

“Finish getting ready. I’ll get her,” She turned to leave their room.

He called out to Manon as she reached the hallway smiling at her with encouragement, “You’re gonna do great.”

“I know."

Dorian knew the way she said it, his wife wasn't so sure.

It wasn’t that Manon had some irrational fear of kids. She simply didn’t know what to do with them. Despite her cousin Asterin having one and Elide having two. Manon had successfully dodged babysitting. Until now. Two years into marriage and the question was like a battering ram. To her and Dorian both. Have you thought about kids? Do you know time is ticking? She was a thirty-year-old woman and they had a few years before “time was ticking”. The happily married couple had discussed it. Plenty of times and the answer was always the same. If it happens, then it was meant to be. The Havilliards were perfectly content with their huskies, Abby and Abraxos. That was their family. Having a child wasn’t on top of their lists. At least for Manon.

For Dorian, the more their friends had children the more she noticed the longing on his face. Whether it was family gatherings, dinners, or birthdays he was always with the kids. Playing whatever games they asked and roughhousing with them. Majority of the time a babe would be in his arms. Or an older child on his hip or his shoulders. The warmth and tenderness would fill her watching him play the role of fun uncle. Knowing how good he would be as a dad. Manon knew her husband only said if it happens to appease her. To let her know it was okay and he’d wait months, years for her to be ready. It seemed now, she would have a test to see if she was. If she’d ever be.

Manon walked out of their room and down the hall, following the loud noises of their dogs barking relentlessly in a chorus of excitement. She shouted at the door, knowing it was Aelin on the other side. Quickly she pulled the sliding glass door open ushering the dogs outside. Closing it after Abby stepped onto the porch. Manon rushed to the front door pulling it open with a twist of the knob. Aelin stood in the doorway, a backpack over her shoulder filled to the brim. Looking more like she was preparing Manon for a hike in the Terrasen mountains and not watching a child. Manon’s gaze fell to the girl, standing up to Aelin’s knee, Keira Whitehorn. Her hair primarily taking after her father. Though thanks to her mother most likely, it was a lighter shade. More of pale moonlight. Close to Manon’s. The girl sported evenly split pigtails that bounced as she swayed behind her mother. Besides the hair shade, she looked practically identical to her. Including the traditional Ashryver eyes, turquoise, and gold.

It was then Manon noticed the shimmer on Keira’s lips and the bright pink on her cheeks. Manon arched a brow at the look. Aelin must’ve caught the confused look in her eyes as she sighed.

“Kay refused to leave until she did her makeup. Because auntie Manon likes makeup. She’s in a copycat phase, “ Aeling said handing over the bag. Manon took it setting it inside her home, “It’s pretend makeup and will come off with water. Anyways, Good Morning.”

She thought most of the kids tolerated her because they loved Dorian so much. Honestly, she believed they were scared of her. Which was ridiculous although given her usual cold appearance understandable. It was never the kids' fault, Manon just had a people tolerance level and after some point, she was ready to go home and be with her dogs and Dorian. He always felt the same, Dorian just had a better way of masking it. Little Keira wanted to copy her, to be like her. Manon could truly say she was touched by this notion.

“Good Morning, “ Manon crouched down to Keira’s level, a softness in her voice that surprised even her, “Not bad, I could give you some pointers if you’d like, I might need a model... If your mother is okay with it that is.”

Keira gasped, eyes widening tugging on her mother's blazer, “Please oh please!” she begged, working her best puppy face.

“Your father would have a fit,” Aelin commented, running her fingers as if in thought before flashing a grin, “but his face would be priceless. Do it.”

“What are we doing?”

Manon heard her husband question as he stepped behind her. Keira shouted his name flying into his arms. Dorian hoisted her up, keeping her on the seat of his hips. Keira’s small four-year-old face lit up as bright as the smile on his. Gone was the seductive prowl of the man moments ago who almost took his wife against a door. Yet, Manon found him equally desirable at this moment.

“Manon’s gonna do my makeup,” she giggled.

“She is?” he quipped, looking over at her. Manon shrugged as if saying, it’s what she wants.

“I have to go. Thanks again you guys,” Aelin kissed her daughter's brow, “Don’t be a terror,” the girl twisted her brows pouting her face, “too much of a terror. I love you and I’ll see you tonight.”

Keira said her goodbyes as Aelin walked away shouting good luck. As she peeled out of the parking lot Dorian slid Keira into Manon’s arms. Manon kept her steady on her hip. She’s held kids before, but the feeling always felt off to her. Dorian pressed a quick peck to her cheek, as he ruffled the top of Keira’s hair musing up the perfectly brushed strands pulled into elastic bands.

“I should go too. The sooner I get this over with. The sooner I can come home.”

Manon nodded, “Remember your promise. Sushi and wine. The big bottle.”

He leaned over growling against her ear that sent a shiver down her spine, “I told you there’s something bigger I’d rather give you,” teeth nipping at her ear. Causing her body to heat at the wanton touch. Prick.

Manon squeezed Keira tightly as she stepped back, shoving Dorian in the shoulder as he laughed, “I'm holding a kid you rutting ass-” he cut his wife off with a quick searing kiss.

“Language Havilliard. There’s a child present,” Dorian quipped.

Manon glared at her ass of a husband. He grinned, his sapphire eyes shining bright in the sunlight. Suddenly his features turned soft and caring. Then Manon knew why he did what he did. To ease her tension. On the outside, she appeared calm and ready for a day with a four-year-old. On the inside, she was still nerve wrecked. Taking care of kids wasn’t something she knew nor understood. In mere minutes it would only be Manon and Keira. When Manon glanced over to the girl in her arms, with pretend makeup on for her. She felt the uneasiness begin to ebb away.

Dorian flashed her a glance that said, If you need me just call, but I think you’ve got this.

Manon placed the young girl down onto the cemented ground, approaching her husband kissing him ever so lightly on his lush lips, "I love you. Have a good day at work,” she responded in the way a loving wife would. Manon whispered into his ear far away from the peering ears of the toddler behind her, “Bring me my wine or that big thing can find your hand tonight.”

His only response was a low hungry purr. Dorian knelt to Keira, wrapping her in a tight embrace as he said his goodbye. How he can be in a state of primal desire and tender to a child in the same breath, Manon didn’t know. Only that her desire and love for him grew. With a wink and an I’ll call you later he left, leaving behind Manon and Keira as they went inside.

“Auntie Manon?” Keira questioned following Manon to the patio door. She didn’t wait for her aunt to respond, “You don’t have to worry. Mommy calls daddy a bastard all the time.”

“I see.” it was the only thing she could muster in the shock of this four-year-old saying bastard. Then again she is Aelin’s child.

After Manon let the dogs in and they kissed all over the little girl. The duo went to their food and skittered off somewhere in the house. Keira flopped onto the crimson sofa as Manon sat next to her. The little girl kicked her feet as her aunt chewed her bottom lip lost in thought. Manon was good at thinking on her toes, but with kids, she was unsure of what to do. Sure she promised her make up lessons. By Aelin’s response, she thought it better to wait until later.

The girl leaned back on the sofa, staring up at the ceiling, “Mama told me you met uncle Dorian on my birthday at the hospital.”

Manon bit back a smile recalling the memory of Asterin's thirteen-hour delivery and the sapphire blue-eyed idiot who wouldn’t leave her alone in the general waiting room, “I did.”

“So you fell in love and married because of me?”

“If that’s what you wanna think kid.” Manon drawled.

Things fell to another beat of silence. Manon was sure the dogs were sprawled out on her bed, napping. The living room felt still and awkward. She could hear the rustle of Keira’s tutu as she moved and twisted angling herself to look at Manon. Manon looked at her from the corner of her eyes as the girl watched her and she could tell Keira had more questions.

“Why don’t you have a baby? Do you want a baby? Mommy says you’re not sure. Daddy tells her it’s none of her business. She sticks out her tongue and then he gives her a spanking,” Keira rushed that all out in a single breath. It was more of Rowan and Aelin then she cared to know.

“Well you’re father is right. It is none of her business and I don’t know."

Manon prayed to whatever God would listen that this conversation would end and soon. She didn’t want to find some child-like way of explaining her fears. Terrified of being a horrible mother. Growing up she didn’t have a mother figure. Her mother and father passed away in a tragic accident. Her grandmother was a hard woman with a cold heart. Because of that Manon believed in the depths of her soul, she would parent with a cold harshness. That wasn’t what she wanted for any future child of hers.

“Babies are cute and funny. You should think about it. Can we watch Frozen and have a tea party?”

Manon furrowed her brows, tapping a finger lightly on her chin, “I’ve never had a tea party before,” she didn’t miss the confused look or the gaping on the small girl, “My grandmother raised me. She wasn’t a tea party kind of person. I learned how to shoot a bow, martial arts, Sword Fighting, which sounds insane now that I think about it.”

Keira’s eyes danced like rays of sun glittering on the clear ocean waters. Her smile grew from ear to ear. If Manon had any doubt this kid belonged to Rowan and Aelin, her excitement over this showed it. With Rowan being an FBI agent in a specialized unit called The Cadre, he knew various skill sets of a violent trade. Aelin took up jiu-jitsu as well as a routine fitness regime. Which Manon knew well being they worked out together. It was no surprise Keira marveled at her confession.

“What would your parents say if I let you play with a wooden sword in the yard?” she grinned.

Keira shot her an incredulous look too much like Aelin.

"I have toy swords all over my home."

"Welp," Manon slapped a hand on her leg, "To the yard. Beat me once I'll buy Frozen and order pizza for lunch. Kids like pizza right?"

Keira nodded jumping off the sofa, speaking with enthusiasm, "Deal!"

Perhaps, this kid thing wasn't all too bad.

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There were no other words to put it. Dorian simply felt bad for his wife. He had a whole day planned for them, but when Chaol called about a meeting his irritating second cousin, Duke demanded to be held today. Citing it needed immediate attention, Dorian had no choice in the matter.

He knew she wasn’t ready for kids if she ever would be. Despite their friends around them growing their families, It suited them both just fine. True, he loved kids. He loved playing with their nieces and nephews during get-togethers, holidays, and the like. A small part of him envied the fatherly joy beheld by Rowan, Chaol, and Lorcan.

He understood the depths of her fears. That it wasn’t the thought of having kids, it was Manon’s inner conflict. The fear of treating her children the way her grandmother treated her, with little love and a brutal life. That thought usually kept her away from kids, even her goddaughter. Dorian despised her grandmother for sowing these feelings so deep into Manon.

When the few times she was with Asterin’s daughter, Stella, or how she was with their dogs, he knew Manon would be the perfect mother. Harsh and stern when needed, yet loving them with such fierceness that even the mere thought made his heart swell with pride. He hoped with two of them watching Keira it would ease that fear. Now he was sitting here in a four-walled office tapping his fingers along the rich mahogany desk and she was home with a child and her fears swirling inside her like darkness.

As he waited for that damned prick, Dorian looked through his emails when the camera icon caught his attention. He might not be able to be with her, but he could watch her. Was it an invasion of privacy? Probably. Would she beat his ass for it? Yes. If he saw her acting like a mother, perhaps he could ease those wicked feelings. It was worth the risk. Clicking the icon and waiting for the cameras to appear he wasn’t prepared for the video that popped up.

There was his wife, her precious crimson blanket passed down from her family on her father’s side, wrapped around her neck like a cloak. Something in her hand, a wooden sword he assumed. Dorian rubbed his palm over his face, keeping it over his mouth hiding his laugh. His wife was in their yard with a play sword clashing against a toddler. Noticing Keira’s hair was now pulled into a braid just like Manon as the small girl charged at her, most likely with a warrior’s cry. His dogs running beside her.

He could envision himself there, with a child of their own running through the yard. With a kid and the dogs trailing behind as he or she chased down their parents. Until they would collide into each other, Dorian tickling the kid while he busied kissing his wife. Abby and Abraxos jumping in on the fun licking whoever they could. Or until one of them fell, like Keira just did of the gravel clutching her legs. He didn’t have to be there to know the girl was crying a wallop of tears falling down her small face. Manon threw the sword down undoing the blanket immediately scooping the girl in her arms and running into their home.

His phone rang as Dorian looked over Manon’s distressed face appearing on his screen. Flicking the answer key he held up his phone smiling at her pretending he didn’t witness the events that unfolded, “Having fun?”

“Dorian I broke the kid," Manon confessed

“Babe you didn’t break her,” he noted the worry hidden behind her golden gaze.

Keira was crying and whimpering in the background. From what he could see, Aelin’s daughter sat on the toilet. Legs propped up, with two bright red knee caps, a deep scarlet slowly trickling down. Manon wiped the blood away once more.

“I already cleaned both knees, but I can’t find any band-aids,” she rushed out, setting her phone down.

Dorian watched as she lowered herself to Keira. Brushing a thumb affectionately over the girl’s tiny hand. The touch he could tell was gentle like a mother’s caress. Manon tucked a stray strand behind her ear.

“You’re a tough girl right?” she said soothingly. Keira sniffled, nodding her head. Manon took a tissue wiping Keira’s tears away, “Tough girls can cry when we get hurt, but we’re strong right?” Another nod followed by a smile from his wife, “ Tough girls dry there eyes because these,” pointing to her knees, “Are your battle scars from defeating the evil witch queen. You should wear them with pride.”

“Okay,” Keira’s voice was barely above a whisper. Dorian was lucky enough to hear it, “We can watch Frozen now? With pizza and a tea party?”

“Soon as I find the band-aids."

Dorian refused to bring attention to what he witnessed. He’d save that for later.

“Manon look on the top shelf in the cabinet. We have a first aid kit in the kitchen too.”

Picking up the phone she replied, “Thanks. I’ll text you later.” and then she clicked off the phone.

Dorian sat in this meeting bored out of his mind. What any part of this couldn’t wait till Monday he didn’t understand. He was only half paying attention to the discussion. His mind on other things as in his wife having a tea party with pizza and Disney films. Being the CEO of Havilliard Enterprises he knew this was highly unprofessional. However, as the man in charge, he could do as he pleased. To which included pulling his phone out and accessing the security cameras of his home. Dorian leaned into the armchair of his cushioned leather seat. Eyes scanning the small squares until he found the camera angled in his living room. If the swordplay warmed his heart, this melted it entirely.

There sat Manon, her back braced against the sofa, tucked in between the base and the coffee table. A box opened in front of her that Dorian figured was pizza. He stifled a laugh seeing she had two coffee mugs on the table and not teacups. It was hard to tell what part of the movie was playing. Seeing Keira twirling around and pulling Manon to her feet, he knew the iconic song that every parent abhorred was about to play. The pride and love in him radiated watching Manon pretend to use ice magic and what he guessed was sing with Keira.

“Mr. Havilliard I had no idea fiances put a smile like that on your face,” Perrington commented in a way that seemed to be a falsified attempt at pleasantries, “Or was I disturbing something important?” he questioned raising his brow.

It was this moment, Dorian knew he’d have enough. This dreadful meeting could wait. He wanted to be near his wife and niece.

Turning his phone off returning it to his pocket as he stood grabbing his blazer from his chair, the faintest glare on his face, “Truthfully Mr. Perrington. I find this immediate finance meeting on a Saturday unimportant. Nothing you have mentioned needed any sense of urgency and could have easily waited until Monday,” Duke went to speak and Dorian held up a hand, “I’m not finished. To answer your question yes you did disturb something important today. If you’ll excuse me I’m going to leave now and we can continue this Monday. Disturb me again when things do not need urgency and you will find yourself out of a job,”

“You wouldn’t do that to your second cousin would you?”

Dorian had to reign in the gag at his pathetic attempt of innocence.

“You mean the same cousin who believes I am unfit to run this company?” Dorian’s smile turned wicked almost lethal striding over to him, clapping a shoulder on the older man squeezing it tightly, “Enjoy your day Duke,” Dorian lowered his head down, “My warning holds. I will fucking fire you.”

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With that Dorian walked away from the grey walled meeting room, leaving a raging Duke Perrington behind. Dorian didn’t care, he was going to go home.

Opening the door with Manon’s favorite merlot in hand, he noticed it was quiet. Too quiet for a four-year-old and two dogs. As if they heard him thinking Abby and Abraxos showed up. Dorian hung his keys on the wall before petting them. He looked around for any movement and saw nothing. The couch was empty and the tv stayed on the rental screen. Settling the bottle on their counter he walked through the house.

“Man? I’m home,” he wondered if they were hiding from him. He did send her a message after all. Maybe they were trying to spook him, “Babe?”

His shoes tapped along the wooden flooring down the hallway. Checking everywhere he could think, even their bedroom. No one. His heart started racing. They weren’t outside and Manon’s car was in the driveway so they didn’t leave. If anyone broke in there was no sign of struggle. Rounding the corner he noticed their library door ajar, though the lights were off. Still, he pressed on pushing against the ivory door. This was Aelin’s kid he should have looked here first.

“Manon?”

Still nothing.

He moved past the various shelves of books. All lined with fantasy, history, and whatever books caught their eyes. Walking past four aisles he wandered into the reading space. In between, two wing-backed chairs he found blankets tied on the knobs of each one, a faint glow coming from within. Dorian silently stepped forward, crouching when he opened the lip of this makeshift tent. Immediately he pulled his phone out to snap a picture before crawling inside.

In the tent, there were pillows scattered across the floor. Manon and Keira huddled in a corner a protective arm wrapped tightly around the little girl. Keira nuzzled into the nape of his wife’s neck. A small hand resting on her chest. Manon’s hand settled over Keira’s hair. Both of them breathing deeply as they slept. Carefully Dorian slipped next to his wife. The tips of his fingers, gingerly running across her arm kissing her brow as he did so. Manon shifted ever so lightly leaning into him. Her hold on Keira remaining tight.

“You’re home earlier than expected,” she whispered keeping her eyes closed.

“I can leave,” he suggested. “And take your wine with me.”

Golden eyes flashed open as quick as she could, Manon turned at him, “Don’t you dare,” she paused, “and my sushi?”

He pulled her and Keira in tighter, his nose brushing along her neck, “I was thinking after Aelin picks up Kay we can order sushi, finish what we started earlier…” he trailed off.

Manon hummed her approval, “practice making a baby,” the way she suggested it gave him the implications she was serious.

He blinked once, twice. His mouth opening several times to speak yet no words would come, until he swallowed thickly as her statement sunk in.

“Manon...Are you serious?” She turned to face him carefully slipping out and away from Keira. Sitting up Dorian followed her movements.

She thought about her day with Keira. From the sword playing to the fear and maternal instincts that kicked in when she fell. Even in her panicked moment how Dorian, unknowing to him calmed Manon. After Manon placed a bandage on her knees, Keira flung herself from the toilet hugging her. At first, she froze surprised by the action, then she returned the hug. Since then she didn't think as a sitter, or an aunt, she thought as a mother. To test it out. Manon pictured her husband with her doing these things, the movies, dancing, innocent duels, and stories in a tent.

When Keira asked for story time in a tent. They built one together, the one they sat in now. It was this moment that truly settled the notion everything would be fine. When Keira snuggled up to her as she read the book about a pig named Olivia. Occasionally Manon would glance over to the empty spot, thinking of this situation with Dorian and a child of their own. It struck her how badly she wanted this. There was an ache, a burn in her chest knowing in a couple of hours and after she does Keira’s makeup, she will be childless again. Until the foreseeable future. And she hated it.

Manon knew not every day would be perfect. There would be days she struggled. That Dorian would struggle. Days where they would argue and days where their kids would be at their absolute worst. Seeing this girl look at her today like she was the world. Filled her with a feeling she couldn’t possibly describe. It was a sensation that made the fear and those soon to be harsh days worth it.

Manon glanced over at Keira watching as she started to stir under the blanket, “Being with her today and you not being here. I kept thinking of what it would be like for us to be doing these things with our own, “turning to face Dorian once more, “I want that Dorian. I want our family to grow. I know on low days as a parent I’ll have you and you won’t let me fall.”

Dorian pulled her into a warm embrace, wrapping his arms around her. Resting his head over hers. Manon ran her hands down the expanse of his back, “I saw you on the security cameras playing with her. I watched you, heard you comfort her when she was hurt. Manon, you will be amazing as a mother and yes I won't let you fall. I'll be here. Always."

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bugaboowritings · 5 years ago

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Manon And Her Babysitter (A Masc!Marinette Fic)

Manon being a Mood for 2393 words straight.

I have like 30 wip’s (not all Masc! Mari fics, I’m working on a new au and maybe even in a zine-fingers crossed) and school is starting for me so heads up if I don’t post much. Or post less than I did before. Writing is a stress reliever for me so you may notice a pattern when I post.

This Masc! Mari (aka Marin Dupain Cheng) AU based off the lovely @daloochsdoodles and their art. Please check them out.

Marin didn’t think that a girl with eyes the size of dinner plates would take such a liking to him. Asking him about his day or take her to parks when she visited.

Manon didn’t think that a headstrong teen would have so much patience with her. Even at her worst and crankiest moments in the day. ——

Alya once told Marin that he intimated her when she first entered the school gates on her first day. His height and dark clothes just added to the anxiousness of the new school, new town, new people growing in her stomach. Alya felt smaller than the head on the tiniest pin needle or a mouse in a garden of starving foxes. Of course, Alya would never let anyone push her around but ideas like that just bubbled over in her mind. Yet the growing worry disappeared the moment Marin looked at her -and flashed a sunny smile.

However, to be fair, Alya later confessed that Marin could never be scary even if he tried. His warm aura, his soft pastel Jagged Stone sweatshirt, with his charming features was the total package of a fluffy boyfriend that anybody, whether their sexuality, would want to wrap their arms around. He’s a soft man. Even with his tall and strong build.

So at this instant, in his family’s living room, he didn’t know if his face looked like the soft friend Alya knew and loved or the intimating teenager that could cut diamond with a stare. His question was answered when the girl that hid behind her mother’s legs gave him a toothy smile. As toothy as she could make it with two of her front teeth missing.

Marin gave a gentle smile back, waving to her before he went back to his tablet. Annotating an article about the American Revolution for history class. Saving the key details in his head to use in the upcoming class debate while relating it back to the French Revolution. Clicking the screen with his stylus some more before his mom called him over.

“Honey, I want you to meet my friend, Nadja.” Sabine introduced, motioning him to show his good manners. Marin reluctantly slips out of his comfy position on the couch. Shaking Nadja’s hand while his mother continued.

“She used to come to the house all the time when you were little! It’s been years since I could remember you guys standing in the same room.”

“Your mother talks a lot about you-”

“Marin, but some people call me Mari.”

“AND I’M MANON CHAMACK!” The little girl yelled excitedly. Sniggering to herself when she got Marin’s attention. Proudly standing in front of her mother while her body rocked back and forth on the balls of her heels. Marin couldn’t help but share her infectious smile. Reminiscing when he was around Manon’s age. How he would try to get noticed by the older kids at school or in family reunions. Making himself seem like the coolest kid ever or just hovering over big kids before they bothered to include him in their games.

Nadja and Sabine smiled at each other, fighting the urge to laugh at Manon’s sudden introduction. Sabine quickly invited them in and out of the doorway. Nadja instinctively followed Sabine when her eyes lingered on her daughter. Praying that she wouldn’t cause too much of a ruckus for Marin.

Marin squatted down to meet Manon’s height.

“So what brings you here, Manon? Have any plans for the day?” He asked. Letting this kid be a healthy distraction from his report.

Manon swang her body side to side, taking in a breath before rambling. “Mom says that she plans to take me to the park if I’m SUPER good when she’s here with your mommy! Maybe even get a cookie from the bakery too!” Skipping her way in and passing Marin. Jumping a little higher as the thought of having a baked good made Manon’s mouth water.

“MAYBE I should even get a brownie! With sprinkles! Or maybe just a WHOLE cake with blue frosting!” Giggling to herself some more before her loud voice went over the list of treats she likes.

“Aren’t you rambunctious,” Marin sighed. Following Manon into the house (while she asked what rambunctious meant) before shutting the front door closed.

—-

“I have a friend with your name. At least it sounds like it.” Manon explained between her bites on her brownie. Still warm from his mother’s kitchen with hints of pinks and blues from the sprinkles Manon added. Crunching them under her tongue. Unintentionally making her mouth a light shade of purple.

“Yeah,” Marin answered. Holding Manon’s hand as he held the other with the animal balloon that he bought (*cough* with no influence from the baby doll eyes *cough*). “What’s their name?” He asked. Looking back and forth for any cars as they crossed the street.

“Maribelle. She’s pretty cool and foreign. Gave me half of her cookie so we’re friends now.” Manon nonchalantly said. Unaware that her friendship was bought, but from the looks of it, she didn’t mind too much about it. “Now that I think about it, Mari sounds like a girl name. Right?” The little girl said innocently.

“Yeah, it was in a way,” Marin replied easily, checking for incoming traffic until they reached the sidewalk. “But things change.” Giving Manon a smile which she returned after wiping the chocolate off the edges of her lips.

“You wanna go on the swings?”

“Last one there is a rotten egg!” Manon snickered. Running as fast as her legs could take her to the empty swing set. Leaving Marin in her dust.

——–

“PLEASSSEEE MARI!” Manon cried. Collapsing onto the ground and kicking her feet in the air. All as Marin stood firm on his promise with Nadja.

Don’t let her eat sweets after 7 pm.

“No.”

Earning him another anger huff from the little girl.

Nadja was off handling another story that needed to be scripted and filmed on the same day. Extremely unrealistic for someone to do, but Nadja was up for the challenge if it meant that she could have a full week off with her daughter. The exhausted, workaholic mother promised Marin that she would be back before 11 pm. However, he pushed back his tutoring session from tomorrow morning to tomorrow in the afternoon just in case she came in later than that.

Till Nadja arrived, Marin was ready to handle a cranky six-year-old for the next three+ hours.

Manon, now a cranky and sleepy six-year-old, stopped tossing and turning on the ground. Stretching out her arms and legs like a starfish in defeat. Closing her eyes and slowly opening them again.

“Tired?” Marin asked, placing his hands on his hips.

Manon nodded, lifting herself off the ground. “Can I have Unicorn Puffs for a snack now?”

“I’ll make you a fruit bowl with fresh strawberries and melon.” Marin reasoned. Recalling that Unicorn Puff Cereal was also a “no” in Nadja’s list.

“I can put that one chocolate drizzle you like on them though.” He sighed, lowering himself to Manon’s level.

The little girl shot up from the floor, her twin-tails bouncing with her quick nod. Gaining back her energy and beaming her toothy smile. Now complete thanks to her new front teeth.

“Deal.”

——–

“Look, Marin! It’s that one person from your magazines!” Manon wooed. Amazed that the model’s hair was as shiny in real life like it was in the glossy pages of Vogue. Wanting to feel it as she stepped towards them before getting pulled back.

“Oh my gosh, Manon! Look the merry-go-around is empty. You should totally go there!” Marin hissed, ignoring his friend/unicorn’s laughs. Pushing Manon towards the carousel. Away from the shiny person taking pictures from the fountain.

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Manon choked on the sobs that threaten to come up her mouth. Her face felt hot like the time she threw up all the sugary goods that turned bitter in her stomach. However, this type of sick didn’t make Manon’s belly flip in pain, but her tiny heart beat faster and her palms lost their grip on Alya’s hand. She wanted her mommy to smoothen her nerves or Marin to pull her in one for his hugs. Wishing she could smell the fabric softer his mother buys on his sweater or hear her mom tell her that it would be okay in the end.

-But no matter how much Alya distracted her, Manon could only watch the ice around her grow thicker and thicker. Looking towards the outside was harder as the ice grew mistier. The firefighters outside tried to explain how they would get them out as if to calm them down but Manon couldn’t hear them and the ice made them look all distorted and ‘wriggly’.

“Lady Beetle and Chat Noir will save us. Right?”

Manon remembering back to the dolls Marin sewed of the heroes. How they sat on his shelves with a smile. Wondering if they would look that friendly when they pull people out of danger. Or if they really win every time when an Akuma comes and hurts Paris.

“Of course! They’re superheroes."Alya smiled. Pulling her face towards her. Grinning like everything was okay, even when it felt like it wasn’t. Rubbing circles on her back to keep her warm.

"They always save the day. We just have to trust them.”

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Lady Beetle jumped from building to building before landing on the ice dome that shielded the merry-go-round from the summer heat. Showing no usual signs of melting. Making him less surprised when he felt the toughness and chill of the temperature drop from the ice through his suit.

Lady Beetle doubted it would make a dent, but he still whipped his yo-yo around the ice capsule. In an attempt to crack it or even split the whole thing. The yo-yo didn’t do much like the firefighter’s axes. Huffing in frustration before seeing a little girl clapped her hands against the ice.

“Manon-”

“LADY BEETLE!” She cried out. Getting the woman behind her to do the same.

“Alya,” Lady Beetle whispered. Rushing over to them.

“LADY BEETLE!” Manon yelled again, softer than the last as LB got her level. He resisted the urge to tell Manon everything. That he’s sorry for leaving her for even a moment when he promised her to protect her. Sorry about ignoring her the whole day and pushing her aside for one of his complex plans on getting a date. Sorry for not stopping Stormy Weather from trapping them in a chilly container. Even apologizing that he didn’t buy the ice cream she wanted.

However, then would blow his identity.

Lady Beetle rolled his words in his mouth, having to settle for the “You will be okay, I’ll get you out” line. Swallowing his uncertainty as he heard Stormy Weather crackled her umbrella to form a hurricane in Chat Noir’s direction. Who tried their best to push Stormy away from the citizens.

Lady Beetle looped his yo-yo in his fingers. Ready to throw it before Manon called out to him.

“I trust you.”

—

Marin hurried before the reporters could mog him for an interview or bumble questions about the Akuma attack today. Chat Noir left before their miraculous give out and Marin just needs to see if Manon and Alya were okay. The Miraculous cure would have healed them if anything happened yet that didn’t make Marin feel any better though when he reached the park and they weren’t there.

“MANON! ALYA!”

He called, running around for a bit. Knocking into someone, promptly saying sorry before spinning his head around to find his friends. His lungs drew sharps breaths the more he ran. Stopping when he heard a small shout calling his name.

“MARI!”

“Manon! Alya!”

Rushing into Manon’s hug. Glad to see her again and even better to feel that being trapped in a chilly ice dome for an hour didn’t give her a fever. Manon’s little hands pulled on Marin’s face, making him face her big, goofy grin. Alya behind her having the same one plastered on her face, only to punch Marin’s arm and scold him for scaring them shitless when he disappeared when the Akuma nearly froze all of Paris.

“YOU WILL NEVER BELIEVE WHO WE SAW TODAY!”

“Wh-”

“LADY BEETLE!” Manon screamed. Almost making Marin drop her from the shock of her roar. From there Manon continued to gush about the red hero. How they tried to get them out and then promised to beat the Akuma to save them. How high they could jump, making it seem that they could fly over buildings. How Chat Noir and Lady Beetle worked together to save the day. Plus how cool Chat Noir looked when saying “Cataclysm”. How the magic ladybugs fixed everything for good and how-

“I’m just glad you’re okay, Manon.” Marin sighed. Chuckling as Manon tried to mimicking Lady Beetle calling on their Lucky Charm. Alya stole Marin’s attention while she happily flipped through the photos of the Akuma to post on the Ladyblog. Mentioning how some filters were needed to make the picture clearer. Even catching a video of the magical ladybug effortlessly fixing buildings and basically 'curing’ all the victims that got swept up in Stormy Weather’s scheme.

Marin was just relieved that everyone was fine and well as people gawked at the aftermath of Lady Beetle’s damage-control or how the girl with the once cursed umbrella now happily smiles on TV announcing that the weather channel will now have two hosts.

——— All as a certain black cat sprang down to an alley. Dropping the magical transformation and swiftly returning to their life. Slipping their way back into the park where a restless and provocative photographer sat and a large gorilla- uh, I mean bodyguard searched for him. Leaving the small piece of freedom they have behind to return to their civilian life. Not before knocking into someone that looked too familiar to just be a stranger.

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clearancecreedwatersurvival · 9 months ago

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Wow, extremely rude to start with calling me a bitch, but I will go ahead and explain further since this is apparently so confusing.

Chloe is not the main character of the show. Chloe is a narrative foil to Marinette, her chronic selfishness and unwillingness to grow and change is directly contrasted Constantly by Marinette’s willingness to admit when she is wrong and apologize and try to make amends. Characters are storytelling tools, they are not people. Chloe’s unpleasantness is a feature not a bug. She is literally named Chloe Bourgeois, I don’t know what else you expect from a character who is rich girl privilege incarnate.

When did Marinette learn something? Hmm. Let’s review, shall we?

Season 1 episode 1 Stormy Weather

Marinette is given the responsibility of watching over a kid and foists the responsibility off on Alya so they can spy on Adrien’s photoshoot. This puts Manon and Alya in danger which Marinette resolves by saving them during the fight with stormy weather. The lesson Marinette learns is about putting her selfish desires before her responsibility, and in the end she loses the chance to be in a photoshoot with Adrien but reaffirms her dedication to her responsibility as Manon’s babysitter.

Season 1 episode 2 Evillustrator

Marinette accidentally reproduces some of the same negative dynamics that Sabrina and Chloe have in their friendship by letting Sabrina do her homework, and lets her negative emotions about Chloe lead to bad decision making. She attempts to make amends with Sabrina after the conflict is resolved.

Season 1 episode 4 Princess Fragrance

Tikki is sick and asks to be taken to a healer, Marinette is overly cautious and doesn’t listen to her, leading to a series of events where Tikki is endangered and Marinette has to work to make sure she’s safe. When she gets Tikki back she apologizes for not prioritizing her when Tikki asked earlier, and takes her to Master Fu.

Season 1 episode 5 Dark Cupid

Marinette gives Kim bad advice that leads to him experiencing a romantic rejection from Chloe and his akumatization. Marinette doubts her own resolve to confess to Adrien and tries to get back the letter she was going to send to him. At the end of the episode she decides that she will try to be honest with Adrien about her feelings anyway after learning her lesson.

Season 1 episode 6 Mr. Pigeon

At the beginning of the episode Marinette doesn’t have the confidence to claim ownership of her designs in front of Adrien. By the end of the episode she is able to confidently refute claims of plagiarism against her and have her work seriously evaluated by Gabriel.

Season 1 episode 7 Pixelator

Marinette tries to cut corners when finding sunglasses for Jagged Stone in order to prioritize her want to see Adrien sooner, leading to her having to do more work to fix what she could have done right the first time. This, like many of the lessons Marinette learns, is told to her explicitly by Tikki, who is the constant voice of reason always urging Marinette to do the right thing.

Season 1 episode 8 Copycat

Marinette leaves Adrien an awkward voicemail and feels so anxious about it she steals Adrien’s phone to delete it before he can hear it. This leads to her being late to an official appearance as ladybug, leading to the akumatization of the sculptor who dedicated a statue to her and chat. At the end of the episode, she apologizes to the sculptor whose work she didn’t appreciate properly.

Season 1 Episode 9 The Bubbler

Marinette wastes a lucky charm to interrupt adrien dancing with Chloe and takes time away from a fight to belatedly sign her gift to adrien, leading to several of her classmates being captured. At the end of the episode she proves that she has learned her lesson by not correcting the lie that the gift of the scarf to Adrien was from her and not Gabriel, because what actually matters to her is that he is happy.

Season 1 Episode 10 Simon Says

Marinette’s duties as Ladybug have led to her neglecting her other responsibilities and skipping out on school too often, and she gets in trouble with her parents. At the end of the episode she is able to maintain a week of perfect attendance and is praised by her parents for doing so. The lesson here is about Marinette finding balance between her duties as Ladybug and her responsibilities as Marinette.

Season 1 Episode 12 Gamer

Marinette chooses to compete for the mecha strike iii tournament spot so she can spend time with adrien even though she knows her classmate Max is super excited to do so, leading to his Akumatization. At the end of the episode she apologizes and offers her spot up to him. In the end she has fun competing alongside Max even without Adrien’s attention.

Do I need to keep going? Or have you understood my point yet?

The episodes I didn’t include in this list from the first half of s1 have a different major character learning a lesson. Whether it’s Adrien, who has to learn to prioritize their secret identities and Marinette’s boundaries over his desire to know her without the mask in episode 3, or even Chloe, who does in fact learn shit occasionally, who learns not to accuse someone without proof in episode 11.

The formula of Miraculous Ladybug is simplistic, particularly in the first two seasons, but it is extremely effective in its simplicity. Usually that formula goes as follows: marinette wants something that is at odds with her responsibilities. She initially chooses to indulge her selfish wants, leading to the conflict of the episode and often the akumatization of someone. Over the course of the episode, Marinette learns from her mistake, makes amends with whoever she may have hurt, and chooses differently at the end of the episode to demonstrate her growth.

All of the mistakes she makes are reasonable and understandable given that she is a young teen experiencing the challenges of growing up and constantly having to navigate difficult middle school social situations which are complicated by her role as a superhero.

‘Marinette is insufferable. ML is so terribly written because Marinette does toxic things like stalking and stealing phones and gets away with it. Marinette sucks—‘

MARINETTE IS A CHILD

She is the middle schooler protagonist of a children’s show wherein she Makes Mistakes and Learns From Them for FUCK’S SAKE. It’s a morality play!!! For kids!!!!!!!!

90% of the stupid discourse I see about this fucking show has to be originating from people who started watching miraculous as children and then aged three years and now they’re like ‘why is this show for babies acting like a show for babies?????’

#it is the most basic possible storytelling mechanism idk why this is such a hard concept to grasp.#ml #Caitie speaks

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None the Wiser

Chapter 13

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None the Wiser series

Alya had been picked up by her dad but Gabriel had offered to let Marinette stay so she could avoid the reporters at the bakery. It was some time later before she was able to talk to Bruce. He was headed back to Paris as soon as he could to help with the press. He agreed that any statement should not be given when the press determined and that he would handle the press conference himself when he returned. He felt responsible because they had confirmed that she had been outed because of the gala.

One of the reporters who had been at the gala was a last minute replacement. He had previously been an intern working with Nadia Chamack and had remembered Marinette from the times she had watched Manon. Nadia had called Sabine as soon as the news broke because he had asked her about her babysitter’s parents’ bakery. She hadn’t known why he was asking but was certain that was how he found her.

Marinette couldn’t even feel bad about the reporter. He had only been doing his job. He hadn’t gone digging for the information; he just happened to know it through an unexpected series of circumstances. It would probably end up being very helpful to his career and hopefully wouldn’t do too much to Marinette after the initial buzz.

She and Adrien were talking about it for a while. He said the press usually isn’t a huge deal. Sometimes something big will happen like the perfume ad and he gets more attention on his birthday or Valentine’s day than the average person. It helped calm her some. Eventually they turned their attention to their homework. It was almost a relief after the stress to focus on something else even if it was homework. Probably best that she didn't have her phone to see all the buzz either.

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Tim frowned and tried again.

Marinette’s phone was definitely active. It had moved location from where it had been dropped but it wasn’t connecting for him to locate it. He had helped her with the security a bit. She had never worried too much about a password because it hadn’t been necessary. But her accounts and albums were locked on the phone and the phone had an actual password on it now. He did get confirmation that someone had it though. He attempted to call and it rang before being sent to voicemail. The phone was on but someone had rejected the call. He just had to finish getting the location.

Bruce and Jason had gotten on a plane already. They were the most immediately available. Bruce wasn’t fully available. He had a lot of work that he needed to get done but Tim could do a lot of that which was why he stayed behind and if it was too much Dick would be available to help. They would arrive not long before the school day started tomorrow but the patisserie was not going to open and Marinette was waiting until after the start of the school day to leave.

She had stayed at the Agreste Mansion overnight and Adrien would be arriving on time for school, giving the impression that she would not be leaving the house until after the press conference. It was about all they could do. Marinette didn’t want to miss school unless it couldn’t be avoided. Gabriel had offered shared use of Adrien's and bodyguard today and possibly for a few days until other arrangements could be made.

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Jason let Bruce check them into the hotel. He first went directly to the location Tim had sent to him to find out about Marinette’s phone. He didn’t have to wait long after knocking. The kid at the door looked as if he was already prepared to walk out the door and had paused to see who had knocked. Jason allowed his presence to speak for him before he said anything. His phone was in his hand and he called Marinette’s phone. The boy looked scared when Jason looked at his bag as it rang. He hung up and watched the kid as he put his phone away, the ringing cut to silence as they watched each other. Jason took a step closer. The boy looked like he wanted to slam the door but Jason’s large frame was already blocking it. He would have no chance.

“You have Marinette’s phone,” Jason said.

“I don’t know what you are talking about,” the boy said with a shaking voice.

Jason smirked, “Sure, lie about it if it makes you feel better but I have come a long way for it and I will be leaving with it.”

“Even if I had it, I wouldn’t just let you take it. Marinette doesn’t deserve to have people digging through her life. I already hit one scummy reporter and I’ll do it again.”

Jason paused as the boy stretched himself as tall as he could and tried to take up more space. He was on the small side but he was trying to appear more threatening. Jason saw evidence of the fight when he gave the kid a once over. The hand on the door appeared to be bruised, as if it had been used to punch someone and there were two bandages placed together not fully covering a scrape along his arm.

“You got that trying to get the phone?”

“What phone?”

“The one I’ll be leaving with,” Jason said. “I’m not a reporter. I’m with the Waynes. I guess if you have heard the news I’m kind of her big brother.”

“There is a great story. I’d love to hear more but I’m late for school.”

“I like your style, kid. What’s your name?” The boy made a face so Jason clarified. “Your name so I can have Marinette call you on your phone to give permission to have you release the phone to me.”

“It’s Nathaniel. We are in class together.”

Jason called a number but they started walking while he made the call so Nathaniel could make it to class on time. It was only a minute before Nathaneal’s phone rang and he had a quick conversation before he dug to the bottom of his bag and pulled out the phone.

“I’m not sure if it was cracked when it fell or if it was stepped on. I did charge it because I thought I would give it to her at school or take it to her house if she weren’t there.”

Jason nodded before turning away with the phone. He didn’t let Nathaniel see the smile he got at the thought of Marinette having a friend who was willing to fight him rather than turn over information on her.

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Marinette arrived at school late.

She would miss the press conference because they were using that as a cover to get her out of the Agreste Mansion without being spotted. The idea of the press conference and related attention made her feel sick anyway. She arrived nearly halfway through the first class. Her teacher glanced her way as she snuck in but made no comment to her. She assumed he had already been made aware that she was showing up late so he allowed her to do so quietly. Luckily she managed it without stumbling around as she had done last time, but she was still the center of attention. She didn’t look at anyone as she sat down. She just pulled out her notes and focused fully on the teacher. That didn’t end up helping her actually manage to write anything down.

Her next classes were very similar. Everyone was watching her, wanting to know more. The next 2 she had with Alya so no one dared approach while she was on guard duty. She would stop them before they even approached and no one would risk Alya holding a grudge against them. Marinette actually managed to get some notes but she definitely didn’t do a great job of it. She knew Alya would let her see hers later so she wasn’t worried about it. She just needed to get through today.

She didn’t get a chance to talk to Nathaniel until lunch time. He was in her last class but she didn’t want to pause in the hallway to talk to him. Alya had gone to get her lunch so she could hide a bit. She saw him walking by with Marc and reached out to pull him over by his arm. He looked around for a second before he realized what had happened. Then he relaxed and pulled her in for a hug.

“Thank you for finding my phone, and protecting it,” she said.

“Of course. Are you doing okay? Do you need anything?” he asked.

She shook her head, “I’m fine. It’s all overwhelming but they have all done this before so I just have to listen and wait for the worst of it to be over..”

“That helps with the public management but not necessarily with how you are,” Marc said.

“So far, so good. Ask me again and that might change.”

She huffed slightly, not quite a laugh but with a smile and they all went quiet. They turned as a throat cleared behind them to get their attention. Marinette caught herself as Nathaniel yanked her behind him. She barely saw Noah before she was blocked from view by Nathaniel’s frame. Noah looked slightly startled by the response but he just ignored it and held out a few pages.

“It’s the notes from class this morning,” Noah said.

Nathaniel didn’t budge and Marc reached out to take them from him. He didn’t linger after. He turned and headed back out the door. He looked back at her and gave a small smile and then nearly turned into Alya as she came back in the room with lunch for them. A few minutes later, Adrien joined them. He said that Noah had told him where they were eating. No one else showed up so they assumed that he had only told Adrien knowing that they were close.

She and Adrien walked to class together after lunch. That helped a bit with the staring since Adrien still had a bodyguard nearby. No one wanted to be caught looking their way by him. She made sure to look for Noah and smile in thanks for the notes. It felt really good to have another person who seemed to not be trying to do things just because of who she was connected to. She had been serious when she told Bruce that trying to decide who was being sincere with her sounded awful. She really didn’t want to have to spend a lot of time or energy trying to decide whether people were actually her friends.

Luckily there were always people who would be the same. She knew she had a few good friends and then there was Chloe.

“Dupain Cheng, my father has informed me that now that you are a Wayne I am supposed to treat you like it,” she said, pausing to look down at her nails and then flipped her hair. “Feel free to tell him that I am, but otherwise stay out of my way.”

“I wouldn’t have it any other way.”

Marinette turned away and headed to her seat. She had sat down and pulled out her notes as the teacher walked in. He handed her a note before moving back to the podium to start the lesson. The note was telling her to head to the office. She assumed it was about the press conference and how to make sure that she wasn’t bothered by reporters at school. She hadn’t even watched the press conference. She had seen other people watching but they were looking at her guiltily and turning away. She didn’t know how she felt about it. She would have been curious to learn something like this about a classmate. She had felt that way when she first learned who Adrien was so she didn’t want them to feel guilty but she also didn’t want them to treat her any differently.

She was met by a woman she didn’t recognize when she reached the administrative hallway.

“There you are, Marinette,” she said with a smile. “I’m here to talk to you about the expected arrangements until the buzz about you dies down a little. Please follow me.”

Marinette started to follow after her but she turned away from the offices.

“What room are we headed to and who else will be there?” she asked.

“Just over here.”

The woman opened a door and waited for Marinette to walk in ahead of her. She couldn’t see anything in the room but she had a bad feeling about it. She hesitated and the woman frowned at her.

“Is Directeur Beaufort joining us?”

“She is still meeting with your father. They gave me permission to start ahead of them.”

The woman motioned with her hand to hurry Marinette along. She took a couple more steps but it still didn’t feel right. She didn’t have a phone but surely someone would have told her something. In all the time she had known Bruce, he had never sent a message through a stranger. Also, even though Bruce was her father, her parents would still be included in anything related to schooling. Directeur Beaufort was very insistent on that. She had met most of the administrators and secretaries. She didn’t recognize this woman. She was absolutely certain that this woman wanted to talk to her but she didn’t think it was authorized. It was a trick to get her alone.

One that would be easily tested.

“I just need to use the bathroom first,” Marinette said, stepping away.

“Come on. You can do that after. We need to finish this before they arrive.”

When Marinette didn’t move towards her, the woman reached out to take her arm. A man appeared in the doorway. He had odd headphones on and Marinette checked the woman’s shirt, she was wearing a microphone pinned to her lapel.

“Don’t just stand there. Grab her.”

The man moved towards her but then stopped short. When the reporter looked back at him to see what the problem was, Marinette twisted her arm away. She shoved the woman roughly and ran back the way she came. She could hear the woman shouting for the man to let go of her. Apparently he wasn't aware of the circumstances of the interview. She hoped he wouldn’t lose his job for doing the right thing.

Marinette was almost back to the administrative hallway when she heard the crashes. Instead of getting herself to safety, she ducked into a closet to transform and face the woman again, this time as an akuma. She used her communicator to call the others and let them know what was happening. By the time they all arrived, Breaking News had smashed half the school and the people remaining were staring at the closest screen. That actually helped a lot that they were not changed into something more for them to fight.

The battle was over quickly and Robin had been particularly brutal against the akuma. Even once there was a crying reporter explaining her need to get the scoop, he scoffed and stormed off. Ladybug cast the cure and slipped away. She needed to make it to a place she could have been hiding before someone came looking for her.

The rest of the school was dismissed but Marinette still had to meet with the administrators and Bruce before she left for the day. Once again, Gabriel shocked her by opening up his home to her and her entire family for dinner. She would be staying another night and Bruce and her parents were discussing whether or not she would need a bodyguard temporarily or long term.

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