#maribat au

[san-fics]

Damian: So, if a woman has very developed oral reflexes and always wants to… er, lick you or... bite you, which doctor should I bring her to?

Dick: Well, to a psychologist or a psychotherapist, probably…

Jason: Are you crazy? There’s no need to treat that!

Tim [resolutely]: Bring her to a vet.

[cocosparkel]

They're just (not) dreams

chapter 2

Summary -

Mary Anne Todd, didn't really have a safe childhood. While her life seemed hopeless, she at least she had her older brother Jason.

Until she didn't.

Getting caught up with the wrong crowd, she loses her memories and ends up in Paris. Will a Class trip to Gotham jog her memories, or will she forever forget what once was ?

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Chapter 2: The turning point

She met him again, a month later. This time, he was a civilian, and he didn't have to hide.

They caught up with how their lives had been for the past 1 and a half years.

Jason tried to convince Maria to come with him to the manor, but She refused. She had grown used to the freedom she had in the orphanage, and she didn't know what would happen to Tim. She had to protect him, for Tim had the survival instincts of a wet tissue.

Despite not being able to convince her to come and live with him at the wayne manor, Jason and Maria decided to meet once in a month.

Maria carefully kept Tim and Jason separately, the other not knowing of each other's connection with Maria.

Till that point in her life, everything was going smoothly.

But, trouble always found Maria.

Just 6 months after reuniting with Jason, and almost agreeing to stay at the manor, she was kidnapped.

It happened so suddenly, Maria barely had time to react.As she had been living at the orphanage for almost a year and a half, she had grown used to being.. safe. In a moment of vulnerability, coming back from visiting her mother’s grave, she had been snatched.

The kidnappers dosed her with way too much of sedatives, so when she regained consciousness, she couldn't remember anything.

The psychiatrist in front of her, who had introduced herself as Emma, told her how she had been kidnapped and how she was rescued, and she listened in a daze.

When Emma asked for her name, she went blank. Crying, she told Emma that she had no idea who she was, or where she was from.

“That's fine dear. Just rest a bit now, I'm sure everything will come back to you soon.”

But it didn't The only thing she remembered was that her name had been Maria, but she couldn't pinpoint how she knew that.

Eventually, the couple who had saved her, decided to adopt her.For the third time in her life, not that she knew it now, Maria was renamed as Marinette Dupain-Cheng, the daughter of Tom Dupain and Sabine Cheng.

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Ten years later

“Class, Marinette has some exciting news for us all !” Mdm. Bustier announced cheerfully at the end of her class, smiling at Marinette.

Marinette ignored the looks she got from Lila and her sheep, and cleared her throat, before saying,“Okay so um as I was preparing for our end-of-year trip to Metropolis, I stumbled upon an exciting opportunity for us - an internship program in Wayne enterprises. I signed up for it, and we were one of the 5 classes which were selected!”

At that, everyone in class cheered excitedly, surprisingly, including Lila.

“So, apart from our trip to Metropolis we will also be staying in Gotham, for a month before visiting Metropolis.” she continued, undettered by her classmates whispering.

The class seemed to get even more restless, completely ignoring Marinette, talking loudly to each other.

“So um.. if you want an internship you will have to get your parents to sign a consent form and give it by the end of the week.. also you will have to write a 700 word essay about what you would like to do in the internship. The internship is limited to 12 Students per entry.”

She said loudly, her voice floating over her classmates chaotic chatting.

"Well Marinette, thanks a lot for doing this for our class !” Mdme bustier said, beaming at her.

Saying a quiet ‘You’re welcome’, she made her way to her seat at the back next to Chloe, behind Alix and Max.

“So that is why you wanted us to write that essay !” Max exclaimed as Marinette took her seat, “I can't believe you kept such a thing from us !”

Laughing softly, Marinette replied, “ Well, I couldn't leave you guys out of the internship, of course I submitted our essays first.”

Max grinned at her, and Alix high-fived her. As they both turned front to talk to kim, and Chloe went back to doodling in her book - Chloe already knew about the internship, courtesy of being Marinette's best friend - Marinette closed her eyes, trying to catch some sleep, as Mdme bustier let the remaining of the period free as the class was way too restless to pay attention.

Lately, she had been having trouble sleeping.Every time she fell asleep, she would have strange dreams, of a boy called ‘jay’ and another called ‘detective’. She had talked to her parents about it, and they told her that they were just dreams, and that she really shouldn't worry much about them.

But Marinette couldn't shake off the feeling that it was much more than that.

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"Timmy !" She called, walking up a strangely familiar street.

A scrawny boy, with messy black hair, and striking blue eyes was standing there, at the entrance to an alleyway.

Looking at her, he grinned “Annie ! Ready for our adventure?”

“You bet,”she said. “Just wait till I get the best shot.”

The boy, Timmy, laughed, and suddenly, the scene faded away.

Jerking awake, Marinette couldn't help but feel a huge void in her, the kind that made you feel hopeless, the kind that made you desperate.

Shaking without knowing why, she pulled her blanket closer. There was a strange wetness on her cheeks, and when she touched it, she realised she had been crying.

Wiping away her tears, she tried to go back to sleep, ignoring the questions that were swirling in her head.

‘They're just dreams’ she repeated over and over in her mind, ignoring the tiny voice in the back of her head, that it wasn't just a dream, but a memory, from her past.

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A.N. Want to know when the next chapter is posted ? Let me know and I'll tag you in the future chapters :)

(Is it nice ???? Did u like it ????)

[kermdoeswriting]

Collecting A Boon

"John Constantine" 

The being of darkness loomed over the sorcerer just enough to make the magic air out a chillness around them both. 

"You owe me a boon. And I am here to collect." 

John didn't really panic, persay.

He simply stared up at the being made of pure shades and sighed, recognizing the magic surrounding them and feeling his soul sink down in annoyance. 

Beside him, John felt the rest of the usual JL Dark members straighten up in attention towards the figure. They obviously felt the overwhelming power oozing out from the ancient concept but seemed content to let John deal with the situation until they were needed. 

Bastards.

John only turned his attention towards the familiar Concept and huffed out a reply in between smokes.

"Plagg if you're going to be an arse about owing favors at least give me the pleasure of not acting so formally." 

The shadow being looked down at the man in silence, making the entire room of magic users tense further. John could even feel  Zatannas eyes on his back, probing him on what the hell he was thinking challenging a being, obviously of the Gods, disrespectfully. 

Silence lingered for a moment longer before the being finally allowed his green eyes to be visible within the inky black darkness of his form, eyeing John with dancing mirth and humor.

"I request sanctuary." Plagg spoke up, his eyes returning to look over John and the group critically again. 

The only difference now being the voice going from looming God to the squeaky annoyance John was used to. 

"Sanctuary?" Diana spoke up from behind him, curiosity escaping in her voice. 

Plaggs new form nodded towards her, eyeing her just as curiously before returning to face John. 

"For my kit. He is unsafe in the bounds he was born into, and... I refuse to allow him to remain there." 

John hesitated as he looked up at his old friend, concerned for the soft tone he was displaying while mentioning this 'kit'. 

It raised so many alarm bells in his head that he almost thought, just for a moment, that Plagg might actually be bringing him a kitten of some sort.

"Your heir?" Zatanna whispered out, taking a step forward out of concern. It brought John out of his thoughts and back to the present, facing Destruction itself.

Plagg simply turned over to face her now, eyes sparking.  

"My charge," He corrected gently. 

"He is the wielder and holder of my magic. The magic that surrounds him in his original home is attempting to chase after mine, wanting to grant a wish" 

Plaggs voice grew dimmer as he spoke of the wish, fading into something akin to hurt and grief. Something not usually found within the pure concept of destruction.

It made John feel confused. What the hell had this charge been through to cause this kind of reaction?

"Hes lost much and that is why I am entrusting you, John Constantine. And by extension, your team and those you trust, with his safety." 

He had never heard Plagg so serious over anything, especially considering he never did take things seriously usually.

This was the same ancient that had destroyed the dinosaurs for the fun of it. 

"We accept," Diana spoke with pride again, and everyone else was quick to agree in succession. John could feel eyes on his backside as the only one not to immediately agree to the task, which just makes him sigh exasperatedly. 

"Fine." He sighed out, running his fingers through his hair roughly. What a crummy way to start the weekend.

"So it shall be done." 

Plagg in his shadow form, grinned down at him impishly, showing off all his canines. It made the hairs on his arms stand up underneath his trench coat. 

"So mote it be." Destruction parroted back, fufilling the boons promise. 

The shadowy form began to whisp into nothingness, fading itself out of the JL office room as if it were simply dust and air flowing around the room.

"Take care of my charge, John. Til we meet again." 

And with that, the shadow was gone, leaving only a tiny teenage figure behind in its wake.  The teen seemed to shrink once he noticed he was being stared at, as if not really expecting people on the other side of Plaggs form.

He stared at the group with wide eyes for a moment, twisting the ring of destruction on his finger nervously and quickly reaching down to grab something on the floor beside him.

"Um hi?" 

The teen stumbled a bit as he finally stepped out from where the darkness had once stood, looking slightly ashamed for some reason. 

He reached out with a small and hesitant wave with his free hand, the other clutching a Ladybug themed backpack like it was his only lifeline left in the world. There was a smile stapled onto his face as he looked over the area, obviously unsettled by it. 

"I'm Adrien" 

John only sighed and pinched his nose, trying not to fall into distress in front of what was very obviously a child. One who looked ready to bolt at the slightest sign of movement from anyone in the same room. 

Of course, he would somehow end up playing babysitter for the concept of destructions ward.  

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Or Basically

JL Dark had to take care of an on the run Adrien Agreste because Papillion started to specifically steal destruction magic itself from his kid, and it was hurting Adrien somehow.

So Plagg just kinda is like, "Hey John Constantine, you owe me a favor. Watch my child, " and throws Adrien full force at him. Don't ask where mari is bc idk I didn't think that far ahead!

[starwarsmum]

Maribat BioDad Bruce AU

AO3 - Series Link

Child Support

Happy Mother's/Father's Day

Numb

Milk Carton

Not Invulnerable

Torture

A Long Overdue Talk

Meeting the In-Laws

[jayphoenic]

Hello!

I don't know if it's still okay to ask for recommendations. I have recently been into daminette story (and I have been in love with this couple). Do you have good recommendations where Ladybug and Robin swap their body multiple times? I read one fanfic, where they have a similar theme, and I have been obsessed!

Thank you! With LOVE!

I'm sorry but I don't know any stories where they swap bodies. Here's a recommendation of Daminette anyways. Some of these are filled with fluff and some Lila salt so enjoy!

Daminette AO3 Fanfic Recommendations 2

Tolerance by @superpsychonutcase

Chapters: 2/2

Lila is up to her old tricks. Thankfully, Tim and the employees of Wayne Enterprises are not as dimwitted as Bustier and her class.

Warmth by FridayFirefly

Chapters: 2/2

When Damian wakes up with a stranger in his bed, he knows that there is only one possible explanation: that stranger is his Soulmate.

#SunshineOfGotham by sixtyeightdays

Chapters: 14/14

All of Gotham knows Marinette, the Sunshine who's made her way into everyone's hearts.

But so what if all of Gotham knows Marinette? Does her class know that they know Marinette?

Of course not, why would they! But, well, let's see how they find out.

A Welcoming Change by Brinxiethebear

Chapters: 43/43

Damian Wayne always saw himself in a certain light. He was calculating and cold and he always took his work seriously. He was what others would call the Ice Prince. He was a loner and by choice. The only people he ever really tolerated talking to was his family and his only friend, Jon. Mainly he just spent time with his pets.

So can you guess what happens when a new girl ends up coming to his school? It's certainly not what he was expecting. He finds that its a welcoming change nonetheless, no matter what surprises may come his way.

Gotham's (Fashion) Disasters by FaithWarrior

Chapters: 22/?

Marinette and her parents are dragged along to the Rock wedding of the year by none other than the groom himself Jagged Stone. To complicate matters the wedding is in Gotham city America. By the grace of her Ladybug luck Marinette has everything prepared for the trip. But her skills are needed in Gotham, and she might find something while she's there.

Part 1

Remember some chapters are longer than others (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

Mercy

Summary: Cass sees a pair of mers struggling in a trap, and so she helps them out. The mers see Cass struggling with her dad, and so they return the favor.

Mer au for AU August by @maribat-calendar-events

If nothing else, Cass would like to go on the record saying that she wasn’t stupid.

Normally, you might not have to state things like this but, unfortunately, many of her decisions as of late might suggest otherwise. She wasn’t stupid. She just… yeah…

Anyways.

It was early in the morning, too early for even the sun to think about rising, too early for it to really be considered ‘early’. But it wasn’t late, either, not anymore, really. It was just past three in the morning. That perfect in-between where no one should be up, and they certainly shouldn’t be out.

Cassandra Cain was out.

She knew she shouldn’t be – in the same way that people spot a tiger out in the wild and, even if they have never seen it before, even if they have no clue what it is, they still always, always run. It was dangerous, she could feel it in her bones. Three o’clock was the devil’s hour, and leaving the safety of her bedroom was tempting fate.

She would take her chances, though. Better this than being home, alone, for the next month and a half. The saying goes “the devil you know”, but sometimes people get bored of dealing with the same thing over and over again.

Her feet skipped as they jumped from rock to rock. The waves lapped at the shore. The seashells reflected the light of her flashlight. The beach. It was quite possibly her favorite place to be. Not that she was allowed to go many places, really, so that wasn’t all that impressive, but it still had to count for something, right?

And, besides, the rule was that she wasn’t allowed to talk to people. At night, there were no people, so she technically wasn’t breaking any rules.

It was peaceful.

Until it wasn’t.

She wasn’t quite sure what had piqued her attention first. The sound, maybe? The quiet clicking and hissing and metal scraping against metal and splashing. It was hard to miss.

Or maybe she just knew. Maybe it was the distinct wrongness settling over her the moment she got too close. Some instinctual knowledge that there was something nearby.

Whatever it was, this is where she made her first stupid decision: getting closer.

Which was how she found them.

They had clearly made some kind of effort to hide themselves. Hiding among the rocks and seaweed. The waves pulled at them, trying to tug them in. But they didn’t go, because they couldn’t. One of the two, the one with shaggy blond hair, was caught in what looked to be an old anchor chain, wound around his chest, trapping his legs and one arm to his stomach. The other, with black hair pulled into a delicate bun dotted with seashells, was clearly trying to help, tugging frantically at the bindings, but it only seemed to make things worse.

And Cass would have helped. You don’t have to speak to help someone, it could have been fine.

If the constantly churning waves didn’t draw her gaze. If she didn’t see one mer’s long tail, glimmering in the light. If her flashlight didn’t make them follow the thin beam of brightness back to her. If their pupils didn’t dilate, showing off their lack of irises and yellow sclera.

She made a squeaking noise in the back of her throat. The hand holding her flashlight couldn’t seem to stop shaking.

The one with the tail made a clicking sound in the back of her throat, before smacking her maybe-friend upside the head.

The one with legs gave a surprisingly human expression, pouting and moving his free hand in a way that looked somewhat like sign language, if stilted. Maybe he was used to signing with both hands, maybe the language wasn’t natural to him.

Not that Cass cared at the moment.

Both of them were clearly arguing, their hands waving wildly, clicking occasionally in a sharp way that could only ever be read as angry… which meant that Cass should run.

She took a half-step back. Not daring to look away from the two creatures that she had come across, for fear of them sneaking closer.

This was never a good thing to do when you’re standing on a rock, at the beach, surrounded by seaweed.

She shrieked, going up in a flurry of arms and nightclothes and the damned seaweed that she had slipped on. Her elbows and back screamed their protest as she was scraped over the rocks, and even all of her dad’s stealth training didn’t keep her from nearly smashing her head open. She gave a small hiss of pain, trying not to think about how much blood she could feel running down her back.

It was easy to ignore. Mainly because those strange eyes turned back onto her.

There was a few moments of awkward silence.

“Heeeeeeeyyyy,” the boy tried, going for his best winning smile, waving a webbed hand as if they were just random strangers that had happened to meet on the beach.

Maybe it would have worked if Cass wasn’t reeling from the fact that they could speak human language. But she didn’t get much time to process that at all.

“If you get any closer, I’m going to rip you,” the lady mer said, baring too-sharp teeth. The effect was dampened by the fact that knife-like claws were still scrabbling frantically at the chains, but only slightly.

Cass started to scramble backward on her hands and feet.

This did not please the mer either, as her eyes narrowed. “And if you try to run and get your human friends, I’m going to hit you with a rock.”

Cass was going to stay firmly in place, actually. That seemed like the best plan.

The mer breathed a quiet sigh of relief, and Cass was surprised to find that she didn’t seem all that affected by the fact that she was out of water.

Neither of them seemed all that affected, really. The girl seemed to be more affected, the line of gills on the side of her neck flapping helplessly, but she didn’t show any signs of discomfort, and her lips certainly weren’t turning blue or eliciting desperate gasps for water. The boy didn’t even seem to care, lounging as best one can when sitting on uncomfortable rocks and bound in chains.

Their frustration seemed to only stem from their inability to break the chains. The boy kept saying something, over and over, but he was ignored every time. Instead, the girl tried everything she could think of. Splashing him with water to try and get him wet enough to wriggle out, trying to rip the chains with a mix of sharp claws and even sharper teeth, bashing the chains with a rock…

It was… pitiful, really.

Cass wanted to help.

But Cass also knew she wasn’t supposed to talk to people.

And, just like that, a tiny loophole formed in her mind. She knew the reason for The Rule, knew that it was less about her talking to others, and more about her father’s fear of the unknown, his fear that she would get stolen away by the creatures of the night in the same way her mother had. She knew that he was only fearful of the fact that she would be tricked by someone who only seemed human, at first glance… but, hey. He had only ever told her not to talk to people.

Mers weren’t people.

“There’s…” Cass began, and her voice broke. The sound scraped against the walls of her throat, aching in a way she hated. It was always at its worst when her father was out on his hunts, because then she couldn’t talk to anyone at all, her vocal cords atrophied from disuse, and at that exact moment she wished she hadn’t tried at all. But the two mers’ heads snapped to her, waiting, and she wasn’t going to get out of this based on the cold glare in the female mer’s eyes. “I might have bolt cutters at my house.”

This was a bit of a lie. She had said that she might have bolt cutters, but it really wasn’t a might kind of situation. The trap that the mer had fallen into was her father’s, and he always had a way to get out of those things stored away in his shed.

The mers exchanged somewhat wary glances.

The female mer narrowed her eyes, making a quiet sound that Cass couldn’t even dream of replicating.

The male made a clicking sound, a warning of his own.

She bared her teeth.

He smiled. It showed off a set of wicked fangs, though his were simply long, sharp canines, surrounded by a row of otherwise perfectly normal teeth. One of them was missing.

She made a grunting sound that could only ever be interpreted as frustration, but finally threw her hands up, letting the chains fall from her fingers and clink together again, and motioned for Cass to go.

She made to move.

And then a high-pitched singing started.

Instantly, Cass knew what was happening. She had heard many a time of the mer. Her father had said that they were some of the least dangerous creatures, but only because they usually preferred to stay away from humans. When bothered, they were some of the most deadly. Every single type of mer – because the term was, really, just a broad term made to refer to the creatures of the sea – was deadly in its own way. The sea was unforgiving, and so were its creatures. Sea monsters would capsize vessels that were too noisy with a lazy swipe of their hand before returning to their slumber. The gods of the sea were known to be mercurial at best, changing the waters from perfectly calm to whirlpools if they were particularly bored that day. Sea serpents would crush even boats made of the sturdiest wood, or even just swallow them whole if they didn’t feel like fighting for their meal.

Sirens would sing, and humans would find themselves getting dragged into the water by their own two feet, only able to watch on in horror as they were puppeted around, unable to stop themselves from drowning.

But she didn’t go towards the water at all.

She felt herself tread the familiar path up to her home. Every thought she might have had slipped through her fingers like water. Her gaze flitted past the traps littering the lawn, the familiar harpoons, the array of iron and silver weapons, the wards and runes and –.

Her foot stepped over a specific rune.

Air filled her lungs again. Her stomach churned more than the waves. Her legs collapsed beneath her weight, and wrinkled hands were all that kept her from breaking her nose on the wood floors. It felt as if she keeled over to puke, as she so wanted to do, she would only find salty seawater.

But this wasn’t what made horror wash over her.

No, it was that the spell over her had been broken.

And the mer probably knew.

She wasn’t sure how much time she would have before the mer were gone.

They had tricked her, yes. Forced her to do something against her will.

But they had looked so… scared. And it wasn’t like she didn’t get it. They were right, after all. Her eyes caught on the harpoon hanging above the doorframe. It was a staple in any house near a beach. The pair of mer had been lucky to be found by her, rather than anyone else.

She scrambled along the rocks, hugging the tool to her chest. Later, she would regret this, as she would find herself covered in a myriad of scrapes and bruises and a deep cut on her left leg that oozed yellow, but now she didn’t care.

They were leaving. The girl was wrapped around her friend, her tail looped over him multiple times, dragging them both further into the water with trembling arms. Her gaze was on the horizon, eyes narrowed, quietly mulling over what they could do once they were in the water and she would need her tail. The boy was chittering nervously.

“I HAVE IT,” she yelled, and the sound was both terrible and amazing as it tore itself out of her throat.

The mers’ heads snapped to her. The girl swung herself around her friend, blocking him from sight, baring her teeth and claws.

Cass held up the bolt cutters.

It was… a slow process. Both of them were wary, looking around for anyone she might have brought with her. Neither seemed pleased about the bolt cutters being so close to them, either, shying away every time she approached.

She didn’t mind.

Up close, she got to see much more.

The girl was a traditional siren, unearthly in her beauty. Her tail started relatively high on her body, scales dotting even up to her cheeks, getting more frequent the lower down they went. By the time they got to her chest, there wasn’t anything human about her at all. Instead, there was a gorgeous tail, a mix of red, white, and orange, with the occasional speck of black. A couple of long, spiny fins decorated her body, with the one at the tip of her tail being the largest. With her lips pressed into a thin line and her nails curled into fists, nervous but trying to hide it, only succeeding in hiding her most dangerous traits, the mer didn’t look quite as scary.

The boy… well, Cass wasn’t quite sure what he was. If she hadn’t known better, she would think he was human. If her gaze didn’t keep catching on the webbed hands and toes, on the gills at his neck, on the lack of color in his eyes, on the sharp teeth that bit at his lips every time the bolt cutters neared… she would have been fooled. It wasn’t like those couldn’t be hidden, either. It was strange. She had never encountered anything like him before.

But… she would guess that he was a god. The nearly human appearance, the ethereal beauty hanging around his head in a way that almost haloed his slightly-too-pink face, the pleasant smile, the jewelry hanging from every part of him that he could manage to place it. The way that none of it completely masked the strange coolness of his eyes when he looked at her, just a little too smart, just a little too calculated.

There was no way, though, right? A god would simply break the things binding him. Even a young one would not be trapped by something like this for long.

Which sent her back to the drawing board – but she had forgotten how to hold her pen. How do you categorize something you had never seen?

She didn’t know.

She didn’t even know if they knew their classification. The girl’s English had been stilted, and the boy had only spoken a single word. And, even if they did know a word for themselves, she had her doubts that the term would be anything kind.

So, she kept her mouth shut, and finally managed to release the mer from his bindings.

Both of them seemed… surprised, to say the least. Strange, iris-less eyes stared at her, both of them soundless. Motionless, even as the waves tugged at them insistently, as if trying to drag them back in before the sun could tint the horizon pink.

Slowly, but surely, they both inched away from her, into the sea. She stayed as still as she could, nerves clawing up her throat. As long as real claws didn’t find their way to it, though, she thought that this would be fine.

Slowly, they crept back into the water, until only their heads could be seen.

She glanced back the way she came.

“Thank you,” the boy said, a hand coming out of the water to wave.

Cass waved back, if weakly.

She didn’t need to do more, though, the mer seemed pleased regardless. He shot her a toothy grin before ducking beneath the waves, disappearing off towards… wherever they were from.

The lady mer squinted at Cass for just a moment more, lips drawn into that thin line once again. Not quite as scared this time, just thinking.

After a few moments, she nodded her head in vague acknowledgment of the human back on the shore, and dove under.

Cass stayed there, watching the water, the sun rising on the horizon, casting the world in a pleasant shade of red, for another hour.

Her second mistake was this: she kept going back.

Day after day, night after night, she found herself walking along the rocks, eyes scanning the water, in search of the two strange creatures that she had come across. She might claim that it was habit, that she went out this way all the time. It might even be true. But it wasn’t the main reason.

No, she was simply… curious.

Her dad had always been interested in the creatures of the night, and she supposed that it was inevitable that she would pick it up. At least she wasn’t intent on taking one of those harpoons and driving it through their chests like he would if he found out that a pair of mer had come so close to their house.

No, she just… wanted to know more.

She really wanted to see them again.

It took eight days.

On the ninth, a head finally poked out. It was the girl, her head bobbing, the bottom half of her face hidden beneath the waves, her eyebrows drawn together in what was either frustration or concern. Cass was hoping for concern. Even if the mer interested her, she was still very much wary of the long, clawed fingers and sharp teeth.

“Why do you keep looking?”

Cass blushed. She wanted to say that she didn’t even know herself. But that would be a lie. And a lie would be… bad, considering her reasoning was this:

“Lonely.”

The mers weren’t good company. Especially not this one, who had been so openly hostile. But they were company. Cass’s father wouldn’t be coming back for another month or so, and she wanted oh-so-desperately to have some human contact.

Or inhuman contact. She couldn’t afford to be picky.

The mer seemed to consider this for a long moment.

And then she sighed and, with a couple of languid curls of her tail, came to rest her arms on a rock by Cass’s feet. “No friends?”

Cass shook her head, carefully taking a seat, her legs drawn up to her chest, her chin resting on her knees. “Not allowed to talk to people.”

She got a confused look in return. A clawed finger pointed at herself.

“Well, I don’t think you’d tell on me if you saw him.”

Because you’d have bigger problems.

“Might,” the mer said, something like a smirk on her face, her tail curling to splash water over Cass’s feet.

And, despite the fact that some part of her was worried sick about all of this, she couldn’t help but laugh a little.

The girl’s name was Marinette – or, at least, she explained that it was the name she used when talking with humans. Her real name was a low humming sound, but it was kind of hard for a siren to hum its name in front of a human, as their eyes would instantly begin to glaze over, so she had gone with a pretty name a French sailor had once given her. A cute marine animal, a marinette.

Her English was decent enough, hardly surprising considering sirens did tend to live near the shorelines.

But not because they liked to eat humans, as Marinette quickly explained once she registered that, while Cass was just generally nervous about this whole ordeal, she was also a little bit scared of her.

“The water is calmer here, easier for our children to learn to swim. Don’t worry. Humans don’t taste good.”

While Cass had to admit it was soothing to know she wouldn’t be eaten for the fun of it…

“Why do you know what humans taste like?!”

Marinette gave her a flat look. “Humans don’t like sirens. Can’t just let them hurt us because they want to. Sometimes you have to bite them. Or worse.”

Quietly, Cass wondered whether sirens’ ability to control humans had been there all along, or whether it was an adaptive trait that had developed for their own safety. Or whether that even mattered. If Marinette wasn’t just an exception, and the sirens only used their powers in self-defense (because Cass had been put under the spell and had come out of it without dying, it clearly wasn’t made only for the sake of drowning people like the stories liked to say), then what did that say about everyone else? Did they know?

Did her dad know?

She knew he wasn’t great, but… to be fair, Cass’s mom had been stolen away by the faerie. It was fair to be cautious about anything that wasn’t human since he had already lost one person he cared about to them.

But mer weren’t faerie. They weren’t known for stealing people away for nefarious purposes. So, was having all of those harpoons back home really necessary?

Well, this was all just an awkward line of thought, and even more awkward as a line of conversation, considering just who Cass’s father was and what the person in front of her happened to be. New topic.

Cass cast her eyes around determinedly for something to talk about, and ended up pointing at the bracelet on Marinette’s wrist. “Is that from your friend? He likes jewelry, right? Did he give you this one?”

Marinette looked down. She tipped her head from side to side, neither a yes nor a no, before taking it off.

Cass lifted a hand to take it and examine it more closely, but she was quickly batted away from it.

“No. Only mine,” Marinette said, not quite baring her teeth but certainly coming close. “You may look, though.”

Cass nodded, however hesitantly, and kept her hands firmly behind her back as she leaned forward once again to inspect the golden bracelet.

There were three charms tied onto the gold but, upon closer inspection, they weren’t ‘charms’ at all.

“They’re from my family,” Marinette explained. She pointed to a red scale. “Mom.” A pink one. “Dad.” Something white. “Baby.”

Cass leaned even closer, trying to figure out what the white thing was. It wasn’t a scale. It glimmered in the light, but it shimmered differently than the scales did. It was kind of oddly shaped, too, like –.

“Is that a tooth?!”

“He lost it anyways!” Marinette defended herself as best she could.

And, despite the mild horror at seeing a tooth being proudly displayed on someone’s wrist, she couldn’t help but laugh at Marinette’s expression.

Eventually, upon seeing the boy mer again, once Marinette had decided that she trusted Cass enough to let them within twenty feet of each other, she realized that he was the ‘Baby’. Because he shot her a toothy grin, and she realized once again that there was a gap in it.

She wasn’t, exactly, sure why he was considered a ‘Baby’ when he was about the same age as Cass, and not that much younger than Marinette, but these were mers. Cass couldn’t say she was super knowledgeable about mer family dynamics.

So, she brushed past it in favor of proper introductions.

The boy had made a series of clicking and high screeching sounds when asked for his name. Cass’s vocal cords were not made for that, so she listened to him say his name over and over again until her ears got tricked into hearing a name within the incomprehensible sounds: Adrien.

The boy didn’t speak at all, really, English or otherwise. Apparently, in the same way that Cass’s vocal cords weren’t made for clicking or screeching in a way that helped with echolocation, his vocal cords were almost nonexistent. He was a sea monster, though a young one, and it was common for sea monsters to leave their children to fend for themselves, so there was no reason for their species to be able to ‘speak’ at all. The only reason Adrien had as much of a ‘voice’ as he did was that Marinette had found him one day and decided to adopt him. Sirens were very vocal creatures, and Adrien had been young enough to learn to mimic some of the sounds.

Or, at least, that was what Cass thinks they were trying to say. Again, there were three separate language barriers going on.

“Baby,” she said, curling her tail around Adrien’s waist.

Adrien huffed.

He made a series of sounds, stretching his hands out wide so Cass could get the general idea of what he was saying: he would be big one day.

Marinette looked a little bummed at the reminder, so it was probably true. She squeezed tighter.

“I will keep you small,” she said. “Squeeze you so you can’t grow.”

Adrien tipped his head back and groaned.

“Are you his mom?” Cass teased.

Marinette huffed, amused, making a so-so motion with her hand. Adrien, however, nodded fervently, grinning cheekily in a way that suggested that he, too, was teasing Marinette more than sincerely answering the question.

Marinette retaliated by squeezing him harder, making the boy squeak and start trying to escape her evil, parental clutches.

It turned out that Marinette’s ‘motherlyness’ was not limited to Adrien, either, because a few days later Marinette tossed a fish onto the rocks and told her to “eat”.

Cass stared at her for a long time, unsure what to do about the slimy thing that now lay at her feet.

“What?”

“Tiny,” said Marinette, narrowing her eyes at her. “Need fish.”

Cass sighed. Whatever. Fine. She might as well go with it. “I need to cook it, or else I’ll get sick.”

The two mer looked very confused by this, and Cass realized belatedly that they probably wouldn’t have a concept for cooking. Unless they had happened across some heat vents underwater, which were neither common nor something that cold-blooded creatures were likely to stick around for long, the chances were that they ate all of their food completely raw.

She sighed. “Hold on.”

And this was how Cass found herself sitting cross-legged on a rock, carefully maintaining a fire. Which should have been decently easy, if she wasn’t also tasked with making sure the mers didn’t touch the flames (something that was surprisingly difficult despite the mers’ constant complaints that it was too hot) or accidentally drip water onto it and put it out.

She narrowed her eyes at Adrien, who was the main culprit, still turning her fish around and around over the fire to make sure it heated correctly.

“You must let him learn,” Marinette said. She was, perhaps, a little salty about the tiny burn she had received on the tip of her nose, which was what had started Cass’s new job camping out over the fire to make sure they didn’t hurt themselves further.

“That seems mean,” Cass chided lightly. “Aren’t you kind of his mom? Just tell him not to.”

“It is better for him. His species does not… do families, often. They are supposed to learn.”

There was a moment of hesitation.

“How did you guys even meet? Aren’t sea monsters supposed to… be way out in the water? And I thought sirens stay close to the shore.”

“Know a lot,” said Adrien, not quite suspicious, but perhaps confused.

Cass shrugged to hide some of the way her ears started creeping up to her shoulders. “Everyone near the shore knows a lot about the mer,” she said, which wasn’t exactly a lie, but it certainly wasn’t the truth, either.

Marinette eyed her posture for a moment, her lips pursing, but seemingly dismissed the thought with a tiny shake of her head. She reached over to Adrien and gave a tiny tug at one of the bangles around his wrist. “He likes – uh – shinies – jewelry.”

Adrien huffed a little. Cass thought that, if mer could blush, the boy certainly would have. Instead, he crossed his arms over his chest and glowered at his friend.

She only smiled back at him. “He went into a ship that had…” She made a crashing motion with her hands, and Cass winced a little. “Wanted more. But the ship broke. He got stuck.”

“She helped,” Adrien said.

“Now he’s baby,” she said firmly.

Adrien looked away in clear embarrassment, making a quiet grunting sound of disapproval. But, when Marinette grinned and reached up to his ear, where a single orange scale hung from his earlobe much like an earring, he made no moves to brush her off.

Instead, he made a quick movement to touch the fire. Which he quickly regretted. He sent Cass a look of pure and utter betrayal.

“I told you not to touch it,” she sighed.

Adrien didn’t seem to care, as he pouted for the rest of the night.

Until she offered up some of the cooked fish, and he immediately took a liking to the idea of cooked food.

Well, perhaps not immediately, his expression upon first contact with the warm piece of meat was something akin to disgust. But, at her prodding, he reluctantly put the food in his mouth.

He lit up.

The next day, she found several fish laid across the rocks and a pleading expression.

She groaned a little and turned back around to go get more kindling and a set of flint and steel.

It was as they were all eating later, that they once again expressed interest in the fact that she was human.

Not in the cooking way. Adrien was happily chowing down on his fish, and Marinette had refused the idea of cooked food in favor of tearing open a crustacean with her teeth and claws. They were satisfied with what they knew about human cuisine, at least for now.

No, Cass jumped when she felt a clawed finger prod at her leg, and found Adrien smiling sheepishly.

“Swim?” Adrien croaked. “How?”

“A lot of people can’t,” Cass admitted, shrugging her shoulders. “But I can show you how I do it.”

Adrien nodded eagerly, grinning.

Cass glanced down at her outfit, an old set that had once belonged to her father, and decided that she didn’t care enough to go and find a swimsuit. She had a fire going, anyways, and the stuff to rekindle it it happened to go out while she was in the water. She would dry off quickly, and if the clothes got ruined by the salt then it really wasn’t something she cared about anyways.

So, she toed off her sandals and stepped out into the water.

“Oh, it’s so weird,” Marinette warned him. “Humans have boats because they can’t swim right.”

Cass shot her a glare.

But, she had to admit, she did feel slightly graceless in comparison to the pair of mer. Slow enough that Adrien, too excited to wait, was already bobbing amongst the waves, and Marinette was able to swim in front of her, picking out the best places for her to step. Getting nearly bowled over by the, admittedly small, waves where the mer didn’t even seem to register the push and pull of the water. Constantly bogged down by her clothes and wet hair.

Of course, she understood that, at the very least, Marinette wasn’t exactly graceful on land, either, lugging her tail along with her and occasionally having to duck back under the waves to get some ‘air’.

But, still, sometimes she forgot that she wasn’t really one of them. It was strange, considering just how different the three of them were thanks to their completely different cultures and languages, but she had started to forget that she wasn’t just messing around with anyone she might see in town.

And, so, it was kind of jarring to see the pair in their natural element, where she did not belong.

Especially because Adrien looked genuinely horrified by just how much movement was involved in swimming.

“Gross. Don’t get why you humans don’t just float,” Marinette joked.

Cass couldn’t help but laugh a little. But, hey, if they wanted to see her ‘float’, there was a human version of that. She spread her body out starfish-style and allowed herself to bob in the water. Luckily, the water wasn’t too bad that day, the waves barely buffeted at her and she was at very little risk of it splashing over her face.

“No,” said Adrien, hands coming up to cover his mouth.

A tail came to wind around her waist, and she yelped as she was ‘righted’ in the water, the strange appendage curling itself under her thighs to give her a way to ‘sit’.

It would be remarkably easy to drown her like this.

But they’d had many opportunities over the past few weeks, and the grip the mer had on her was still remarkably gentle, and it reminded her so much of the way Marinette would sometimes squeeze Adrien.

“Being replaced,” Adrien joked, shaking his head with a false pout.

And, despite all of the whispers of warning that echoed in her mind, in a voice that she knew but didn’t really belong to her, she couldn’t help but rest her elbows on the tail and her head in her hands and grin at the pair of them.

“Can’t help that I’m the favorite child, Adrien,” she said, sticking her tongue out.

Adrien huffed and turned his head away.

Marinette giggled and reached up, tugging gently on Adrien’s earring. “Hush.” She squeezed Cass just slightly tighter, but it felt more like a hug than a genuine reprimand. “Both of you.”

She smiled.

Maybe she was one of them after all.

Because why would a pair made up of two completely different species that called each other family care that she had happened to be born on land?

But, of course, all good things must come to an end.

Cass’ father came home.

Without her mother, as always. He always left, and he always came back without her. Her father claimed that he would get her back eventually, that humans would always prevail in the end due to their characteristic persistence, but Cass had always wondered why the man would expect a species known for having eternal life to not also have endless patience.

The man didn’t know as much about the creatures of the night as he claimed.

But he did know some things.

And he noticed that the gravel that usually lined her voice wasn’t there. And he checked the traps and found that one of them had been triggered and subsequently broken.

These two facts could, of course, be completely unrelated. In most people’s minds, they would be.

But not in David Cain’s.

And the man had always been good at reading her body language. He could tell that, when she was confronted about this, she was guilty.

“You’re just like your mother,” he hissed, like it was a curse. “But you won’t be running.”

‘Running’. Not ‘getting stolen’.

A hand came to rest on her shoulder, grip just slightly too tight to be seen as caring. No, this was possessive. “If you won’t stay away, then I guess I’ll have to make sure you have nothing to run away to.”

She sat in her room, metal chains digging into her leg. He had repurposed one of the mer traps, fittingly enough, tying her leg to the end of her bed. The chain was long, she could walk around her room, could even get to the bathroom, and she took full advantage of this. She had never been one to stay cooped up.

Her father had insisted it was temporary.

And it would be. Cass would make sure of that.

She grabbed the bolt cutters out from under her bed.

She’d never bothered to take it back to the shed after that first day meeting the mer, instead opting to keep it close in case they happened to get trapped again.

She didn’t use them yet, wouldn’t dare to do so when her dad was still home, frantically rushing about downstairs, gathering supplies to try and kill the people that had been more family than he had ever been. She could hear him talking to a neighbor –  because he had always insisted that, despite the fact that she wasn’t allowed to talk to strangers, he would be safe – asking for permission to use their boat for the next few days or so. Pages turned and pencils scratched on parchment as he wrote down every rune he might need.

The walls were thin. He would hear the click of the bolt cutters.

But he didn’t pay any mind to the sound of her gathering everything she might need. Clothes, some flint and steel (she only needed one, it would last for quite a while and there was likely a myriad of untouched rocks and minerals on the sea floor that she could ask Marinette and Adrien to get), a small knife to prepare any food that Adrien or Marinette might bring, a swimsuit, a way to filter seawater…

She wasn’t quiet, didn’t bother muffling the sound of drawers opening and closing or her chain clinking with every step. But her dad hardly cared.

Why would he care? The lawn was littered with traps, and they would be left there to suffocate or starve. The house was warded to keep the mer out. If they managed to get past that, then they’d be walking right up to her father, presenting themselves to be slaughtered.

The house was warded to keep things out.

Despite her father’s paranoia, it was not made to keep someone in.

And if her father had wanted her to not run away, perhaps he should have given her a reason to stay.

So, two days later when her father left briefly to greet their neighbor and assure the boat was large enough to hold everything he would need to take on the mer that ‘infested’ their waters, she unclipped herself and snuck out, a blanket filled with her things over her shoulder.

Thanks for the boat, ‘dad’, she thought as she pushed off.

It didn’t take long for them to find her.

Adrien was first, his head poking above the water for just a moment, his eyes wide as he looked at her. He looked her up and down once, and then ducked underwater and started screaming.

Marinette was there within minutes.

Cass was relieved to see they were both perfectly fine.

She could tell they were relieved, too, because they dragged themselves onto the boat to check her over, lamenting her disappearance and how Marinette was pretty sure that she had gotten thinner and Adrien’s mumbling about how she was ‘okayokayokay’.

Once they had confirmed that she wasn’t hurt, and once she had been told several times that they literally couldn’t hide injuries from her seeing as neither of them really wore clothes, the inevitable question was asked:

“What happened?”

Cass leaned back against Marinette. The mer had wrapped around her and Adrien about an hour ago and very clearly would not be letting go until she needed water – maybe, she seemed like she just might drag them both under for the minute she would need to recuperate. Adrien had taken to this position immediately, and she couldn’t find it in herself to complain too much about him resting his head over her heart so he could listen to her heartbeat.

It was comfortable.

She didn’t want to ruin it.

But Adrien drew back just slightly to tilt his head at her and Marinette gave her an expectant look.

She explained everything. Things she had known for ages but had kept from them for fear of their reactions, like her father’s ‘job’ hunting down anything that was more than human. Things she had put together recently, like how her mother had seemingly been ‘taken’ by the fae of her own volition. The things that were hard to even think about, like what had driven her to disappear to sea in the first place.

They listened, perfectly understanding despite it all, but that just made it worse.

Because, if they understood, if they sympathized, that made her dare to hope that this might work.

She didn’t want to be wrong.

But she had to ask.

“Please, take care of me!” Cass said, tears building in her eyes. Her whole plan hinged on this. If they said no, then there was nothing she could do. She would have to go home, have to face a punishment (whatever that may be). Or maybe she would just stay adrift until she inevitably died of malnutrition. She might be able to get some other human family to take care of her, but if these two mer she had seemingly endeared herself to said no then was there any hope of anyone saying yes?

But her fears were unfounded, as they often were with the mer:

“Of course,” Marinette said, squeezing them tighter.

Adrien buried his face in the crook of her neck. “You’re family.”

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End note:

Listen that felt like a good place to end the story. However. I have more ideas so feel free to read if you’re interested

They take Cass to a deserted island with a hidden cenote that they visit her in, and she makes herself a house and place to stay. Mer don’t usually stay in one place for long, they’d really only lingered in an underwater cave by Cass’s house as long as they had because they were curious about her (which turned into a heck of an attachment), so they tend to go off exploring during the day. But they always come home by sunset to curl up in the little cenote to sleep with Cass snoring away just a few feet away.

Adrien goes to land while he’s still tiny and more-or-less human looking and tooooootally doesn’t murder David Cain while he was out getting lunch. Also, Marinette definitely doesn’t drown an entire ship’s worth of sailors to gift the ship to Cass so she can go on adventures with them.

Cass lowkey also becomes a pirate because she gets tired of the taste of fish and, well, she has two very scary family members so why not get some extra supplies from any ships she comes across?

The very scary apple doesn’t fall far from the even scarier tree <3

Speaking of their slightly messed up little family. When Adrien and Cass do sibling fights, Adrien will push her boat around like a kid playing with a toy car. Cass does not appreciate this and has tried to hit him with the anchor several times in retaliation. Marinette is so very tired.

Cass loses her last baby tooth and Mari and Adrien fight for their lives over it. Until she gives up and just asks one of them to knock one of her front teeth out. The knocked-out tooth matches Adrien’s.

Also, obviously, Cass gets a necklace with one of Mari’s scales and one of Adrien’s nails because Adrien didn’t want to stop matching her and this was the only other option.

They all learn to sign to communicate because they all have hands. Good for them.

Oh. Right. For those wondering, Marinette is a squirrelfish and Adrien is an axolotl. Marinette is very old (well over 300) and Adrien is very young (canonically like 3), but reality is whatever I want so Mari is like 30 as a human and Adrien is like 13 like Cass, hence all of the ‘baby’ and ‘mother’ jokes that weren’t really jokes. Marinette’s parents were highkey killed by humans super recently and that was why she mentioned having bitten humans before and was so wary about Cass at first. It’s also why she had originally taken in Adrien, taking care of someone was basically a coping mechanism for her. Taking care of Adrien because she couldn’t save her parents, you know? It works out for Adrien too. Adrien’s obsession with jewelry was really just an obsession with the idea of having a family, because mer use jewelry to tie themselves to their family and he didn’t really have one and he just wanted to belong and –.

Yeah, okay, I’m done.

[seacashew]

Tim met Alix while he was looking for Bruce through time. Maybe there was a fling, maybe it was just a really good friendship. Idk. But they definitely met.

[lonestarfangirl2014]

Damian in bio dad bruces AU: *attacks marinette when they met*

Comic book Damian when finding out about his clone/half bro respawn

Damian: *Ihasabro?*

*happy Damian smile*

Respawn: *NOT FOR LONG!*

*respawn attacks him*

[maribatz-2k]

Know it's been a good while...

But I don't remember have we ever wrote anything about a triple relationship with Jon, damian, and Mari???

We've seen a few with Jason, tim and Mari.

[digitech4mlxdc]

Remember Justice League Unlimited, specifically season 2 episode 7, Clash? Where Luthor and Waller set up the situation to make Superman look bad?

Now imagine Luthor learning of the Miraculous situation in Paris, going to his other contacts (League of Supervillains, The Light, whichever collection of villains you know) and deciding to use this as an opportunity to grow their influence. Like, The Light (from Young Justice)’s goal was basically ‘the strongest survive’ and the heroes were holding humanity back, so if The Light were to get involved it would probably be something to the effect of, ‘the Miraculous are only used when other Miraculous are threats? Then if there are no Miraculous threats, no Miraculous are in play, right? If we help catch the man, the Miraculous no longer get involved in mortal affairs, yes? Then let’s find this Hawkmoth.’ And within a few weeks at most Lex Luthor solves Paris’s zombie butterfly (what I call moths) problem, publicizes to the world that the Justice League ignored child heroes, and he was the one to help them, to help save Paris. Vilifying Superman specifically, but the Justice League as a whole. This IS Luthor, after all. Man can hold a grudge.

[san-fics]

Marinette: 7 years ago when I first came to Gotham, I sent out an email one Friday to the entire Bat-team inviting them to go on a weekend excursion.

Marinette: Only Damian showed up, so it was like a date, and we started dating from that day and got married.

Marinette: Our 6th wedding anniversary is coming up, and we want to go on that same excursion again.

Tim Drake: Oh, I remember it!

Tim Drake: It was that time when Damian asked me to delete your email from everyone else's inboxes!

Marinette: …

[cocosparkel]

Curiosity killed the cat (but satisfaction brought it back)

Chapter 1

Summary-

When Marinette finds out that she is adopted, she tracks down her Biological aunt. Who happens to live Gotham, the place she swore she wouldn't go. Well, Gotham just gained a new vigilante -Chaos.

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CHAPTER 1: REVELATIONS

The day Marinette found out she was adopted, her life changed completely.

It started like a normal day.

She entered the kitchen. “Maman ?” She asked. Her mother was crying over a photo. When she noticed Marinette, she quickly wiped her tears and hid the photo under a book.

“Marinette…” she said with a shaky smile.

“Maman, are you okay ?”Marinette asked, stepping into the room “What was in that photo ?”

“Nothing, Marinette, I'm fine.” Sabine abruptly stood up and left the room.

“Okay maman…” Marinette whispered as Sabine was leaving the room, loud enough for her to hear it.

Just as Marinette was about to leave too, confused about the entire thing, something caught her eye. It was another photo, which had fallen on the floor. Hesitating, she eventually picked it up. The photo was that of a baby. She had big blue eyes, and black hair, with a beautiful smile. Flipping the photo, Marinette saw a familiar handwriting at the bottom corner.

Bridgette Liu Dupain-cheng, our precious baby.

Confused, Marinette kept the photo with her, deciding to ask her parents later.

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At dinner, Marinette finally asked the one question in her mind. “Maman, papa, who is this ?” She showed them the photo she had found early.

Sabine dropped her knife and Tom looked stunned.

Snapping out of her reverie, Sabine said “Oh Marinette, we hoped this day would never come….”

Marinette swallowed, losing her appetite immediately.

“We were going to tell you when you were 13, but then Hawkmoth appeared, and we didn't want to overwhelm you, and we just– we love you Marinette, and it doesn't matter if… if you're…if you're…” Sabine looked at Tom, unable to complete her sentence.

But Marinette bet them to it. “ I'm adopted, amn't I ?”

Sabine started sobbing, and Tom put a comforting hand around her.

He sighed,” Marinette, we are your godparents. Our own daughter, Bridgette passed just a year before we adopted you. Your mother was a very close friend of ours, and she left us with you.”

Sabine gave her a watery smile,“We love you, Marinette that will never change.”

Marinette stood “ Thanks for finally telling me the truth Maman, Papa.”

She fled to her room.

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Her parents had given her her original birth certificate that night.

Her name had been Marie Kyle - Draper. Her mother's name was Diane Kyle, and her father's name was Richard Draper.

She looked them up in every possible website, but the only thing she found was an article.

Last saturday night, a young couple who were later identified as Richard and Diane draper were found dead in an alley near Robinson park. Richard had been shot straight on the head,whereas Diane had taken a bullet through her stomach. While it looks like a mugging attempt which led to their demise, the GPD suspect something more sinister. The GPD have promised to get to the bottom of this.

Finding out just what happened to her parents made her uneasy, especially when she realised that the place they died was Gotham, the very place where her grandmother Felicie had been murdered.

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Walking into class, Marinette was still in a daze about what had happened the day before. She was so lost in thought, that she didn't notice the glares her classmates were giving her.

"How could you, girl ? We all trusted you so much !” Alya shouted, as Marinette went to sit beside her.

"Alya what do you mean ? I don't get it ?” Marinette asked, confused.

“Look I get that you don't like Lila but that doesn't mean you can insult her when all she's done is be nice to you.” Kim said, as everyone agreed with him.

"What? I still don't understand-’’ M asked looking around. Her eyes fell on Lila who seemed to be crying.

"So you're saying you didn't tell lila that she will never be Adrien’s friend ? Or that Ladybug doesn't really like her ?” Alya snapped.

“I never said that!” Marinette exclaimed, realising what was happening.

“And who would have sent her these messages from your phone ?” Sneered Kim.

“ Those were taken out of context.” Marinette said, shaking her head.

"Sure…” Alya looked at her, and lowered her voice and said, “Look all you have to do is apologise to her�� and understand that Adrien may not want to be with you and-”

“Alya what makes you think I still like Adrien” Marinette asked, getting annoyed.

"Come on girl, I'm your best friend.” Alya said rolling her eyes.

“You haven't been my best friend in months! You haven't properly talked to me, insulted me when I forgave Chloe and even ditched me for Lila many times.” Marinette shouted, done with her friends, no ex friends stupidity.

“Marinette, you know it's not like that…” Alya said, in a condescending tone.

"No Alya, I'm done. With all of you.” With that, Marinette stormed to the back of the class, and sat next to a stunned looking Chloe. She had made up her mind about what she was going to do.

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Ever since she found out that she was adopted, things had been tense with her parents. She walked into the bakery, determined to put this behind her.

“Marinette ! Could you.. could you help me with making the decorations for this cake ?” Sabine asked hesitantly.

"Sure thing Maman” Marinette said, a small smile on her face.

So what if she was adopted? Her parents still wanted her, still cared for her. She wasn't going to let anything ruin her family life, like the way she let Lila ruin her friendships.

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( what do you think ??? Is it nice ???? Is it boring ??? Is it cool ???? Is it horrible????

If u liked this, do check out my other work, they're just not dreams)

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[kermdoeswriting]

Damian Wayne would be a secret Chat Noir Fan

Hear me out.

Damian is canonically a Manga and comic enjoyer (from what I've seen at least) and who owns a comic on the based on the tales of Ladybug Chat Noir canonically in the show??

Nathaniel and Marc.

So when Damian first got to know about both Ladybug and Chat Noir, it wasn't ever actually in person.

He doesn't even know they're actually real people and only knows about them through the eyes of Nathaniel and Marc's Manga comics.

Marc and Nathaniel had started a blog where they posted the adventures originally shortly after the duos first appearance, and the story was quick to gain traction for how realistic the superhero story was and the creativity behind their villain, so they get published into real life comics quickly after starting.

It became so popular that it reached outside France and to other continents where Damian gets his hands on it one day out of pure curiosity and because he has a habit of reading hero stories to compare to his own real life heroing he does. (Aka, critique them)

Damian reads the first story and absolutely adores it. He will never admit it out loud, of course, but reading about the adventures is honestly calming compared to living through the hero life he does on a daily basis.

The story is cliche in his opinion but relatable, and the writing is good but in a "kinda bad, childish" way. Damian sort of sees the comic itself as a fan of miraculous would here (horribly cliche and bad but not the worst show/comic ever).

And for Damian, Chat Noirs character reminds him a lot of his older brother Dick in a way. He's taunting, has heart, is determined, hopeful, and worst of all...

He's a pun prankster.

So Chat Noir wins him over pretty quickly just based on how he's written in the comics to mirror Nightwing (or at least that's what he's assuming since alot of the things Chat Noir has said mirror things Damians actually heard come out of Dicks mouth while on the field)

Anyways, bc of these things, Damian honestly just secretly thinks Chat Noirs cool as all hell.

He doesn't particularly enjoy the storyline all too much (particularly the way Ladybug and Chat Noir seem to obviously be dancing around each other romantically was super annoying) but he does really think Chat seems like he'd be a decent ally if he were real.

And his powers are just cool as fuck.

This all eventually leads to the Waynes taking a trip to Paris, France. One, for Batman to check in with the Justice League: Europe division and make sure everything was going all right.

And two, for Damians birthday gift, he got to choose the location for their next vacation and the things they'd be doing (Damian made them all stop at places in the comic and tons of musuems).

Damian also takes full advantage of the fact that Marc and Nathaniel are doing the first ever signing event in Paris for their comic the same week of the family trip.

It was all going well, honestly.

The perfect vacation until the Eiffle Tower caught on fire ten minutes before the comic signing by a deadly unknown monster and 2 suspiciously familiar looking people in familiar looking suits show up to take it down.

[starwarsmum]

Introducing: Mousinette Masterpost

Chapters: 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23 24 25 26 27 28 29 30 31

Currently being released, 1 chapter a week! Updates on Wednesdays

Original post inspiration: from @apileofashandember post

[jayphoenic]

Maribat Masterlist 2

The Supreme Masterlist by @icerosecrystal

Masterlist by @neakco

Maribat Series Masterlist by @jinx-jade

Batman Rec Fic by @lurkinglurkerwholurks

Masterlist by @arty-shadow-morningstar

[witchsblackfox]

Omg omg omg!

Okay! So I had a dream! Big maribat moment.

Alright, so idk what city we are in or if we are actually in space. Hard to tell. There was humans and aliens?.. or I guess more so magic users.

Well Marinette was a counselor like a therapist of sort, trauma type. She also runs a community center where she meets Jason Todd. Well mari had to leave for some reason, leaving the center in charge of someone she thought she trusted, just to return to it being run by....kind of like the tamerianam (those alien police men who came to take away Starfire's sister in teen titans)

So mari began to take back her center and try to get those who disconnected with each other, back together; family, couples, even kids. Jason was part of this group of individuals who needed help. And when she began to help him with every right and vigor. She proved him wrong.

(so, there was a face recognition machine that would float around l. And when it scans you, it prints a photo with a report of crimes you are in the community center for. So I think it had become a prison??? Well mari had altered some of the mechanism when she was helping Jason who just wanted to leave and was shown that someone did care for him.)

And before I woke up, mari had set up a show for everyone. mari leaving several times to deal with kids or people leaving over a dramatic (?) thing and solving it, she would return in time to see the next act. She had decided to join in on the last act. The light dance, that's wearing glow in the dark gloves, or glow sticks type items and dance in the dark.

Yup...