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gale-dragon-writer · 24 days ago
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do you have any specific designs in mind for your virtues and sins? the ones in sin of reveal and kindness and karma, at least
Actually, while I don’t have any solid designs (because, you know, they’re Entities of powerful abstract concepts of natures/powers and can take on different forms depending on their moods and the situations) I do have some ideas for MY interpretations of the 7 Sins and 7 Virtues that I do plan on using in all my writing projects/stories.
They have a colour scheme, a preferred weapon (if needed), a animal representation, and ofc, power over anything that has to do with their respective Sin/Virtue.
Following the list above, the Sins and Virtues who mirror each others share a colour just on different ends of the spectrum. The Sins usually wear the darker colours while the Virtues wear the brighter ones. (One of the most obvious ways I show this are their chosen eye colours). The only exceptions to this are Ramiel and Azrael. In all technically, Ramiel (kindness) is supposed to mirror Leviathan (envy) while Azrael (patience) is supposed to mirror Satan (wrath), but I have their colour scheme are swapped so that Ramiel appears to mirror Satan and Azrael appears to mirror Leviathan because to me, it feel better when Ramiel is in pink and Azrael is in emerald.
I will be writing the other Sins and Virtues in both Sin of Reveal and in Kindness and Karma soon enough, so look forward to that~. And possibly other stories~.
(Ps, sorry for the late response).
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agox · 2 years ago
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Last night I got high and wrote a program to find all of the unused elemental symbols. It turns out there’s 585 of them and it’s much less interesting the next day.
One interesting finding: I couldn’t be bothered to generate all possible one and two letter strings, so I asked ChatGPT to write me code that would do all that for me. It worked surprisingly well!
['a', 'd', 'e', 'g', 'h', 'j', 'l', 'm', 'q', 'r', 't', 'x', 'z', 'aa', 'ab', 'ad', 'ae', 'af', 'ah', 'ai', 'aj', 'ak', 'an', 'ao', 'ap', 'aq', 'av', 'aw', 'ax', 'ay', 'az', 'bb', 'bc', 'bd', 'bf', 'bg', 'bj', 'bl', 'bm', 'bn', 'bo', 'bp', 'bq', 'bs', 'bt', 'bu', 'bv', 'bw', 'bx', 'by', 'bz', 'cb', 'cc', 'cg', 'ch', 'ci', 'cj', 'ck', 'cp', 'cq', 'ct', 'cv', 'cw', 'cx', 'cy', 'cz', 'da', 'dc', 'dd', 'de', 'df', 'dg', 'dh', 'di', 'dj', 'dk', 'dl', 'dm', 'dn', 'do', 'dp', 'dq', 'dr', 'dt', 'du', 'dv', 'dw', 'dx', 'dz', 'ea', 'eb', 'ec', 'ed', 'ee', 'ef', 'eg', 'eh', 'ei', 'ej', 'ek', 'el', 'em', 'en', 'eo', 'ep', 'eq', 'et', 'ev', 'ew', 'ex', 'ey', 'ez', 'fa', 'fb', 'fc', 'fd', 'ff', 'fg', 'fh', 'fi', 'fj', 'fk', 'fn', 'fo', 'fp', 'fq', 'fs', 'ft', 'fu', 'fv', 'fw', 'fx', 'fy', 'fz', 'gb', 'gc', 'gf', 'gg', 'gh', 'gi', 'gj', 'gk', 'gl', 'gm', 'gn', 'go', 'gp', 'gq', 'gr', 'gs', 'gt', 'gu', 'gv', 'gw', 'gx', 'gy', 'gz', 'ha', 'hb', 'hc', 'hd', 'hh', 'hi', 'hj', 'hk', 'hl', 'hm', 'hn', 'hp', 'hq', 'hr', 'ht', 'hu', 'hv', 'hw', 'hx', 'hy', 'hz', 'ia', 'ib', 'ic', 'id', 'ie', 'if', 'ig', 'ih', 'ii', 'ij', 'ik', 'il', 'im', 'io', 'ip', 'iq', 'is', 'it', 'iu', 'iv', 'iw', 'ix', 'iy', 'iz', 'ja', 'jb', 'jc', 'jd', 'je', 'jf', 'jg', 'jh', 'ji', 'jj', 'jk', 'jl', 'jm', 'jn', 'jo', 'jp', 'jq', 'jr', 'js', 'jt', 'ju', 'jv', 'jw', 'jx', 'jy', 'jz', 'ka', 'kb', 'kc', 'kd', 'ke', 'kf', 'kg', 'kh', 'ki', 'kj', 'kk', 'kl', 'km', 'kn', 'ko', 'kp', 'kq', 'ks', 'kt', 'ku', 'kv', 'kw', 'kx', 'ky', 'kz', 'lb', 'lc', 'ld', 'le', 'lf', 'lg', 'lh', 'lj', 'lk', 'll', 'lm', 'ln', 'lo', 'lp', 'lq', 'ls', 'lt', 'lw', 'lx', 'ly', 'lz', 'ma', 'mb', 'me', 'mf', 'mh', 'mi', 'mj', 'mk', 'ml', 'mm', 'mp', 'mq', 'mr', 'ms', 'mu', 'mv', 'mw', 'mx', 'my', 'mz', 'nc', 'nf', 'ng', 'nj', 'nk', 'nl', 'nm', 'nn', 'nq', 'nr', 'ns', 'nt', 'nu', 'nv', 'nw', 'nx', 'ny', 'nz', 'oa', 'ob', 'oc', 'od', 'oe', 'of', 'oh', 'oi', 'oj', 'ok', 'ol', 'om', 'on', 'oo', 'op', 'oq', 'or', 'ot', 'ou', 'ov', 'ow', 'ox', 'oy', 'oz', 'pc', 'pe', 'pf', 'pg', 'ph', 'pi', 'pj', 'pk', 'pl', 'pn', 'pp', 'pq', 'ps', 'pv', 'pw', 'px', 'py', 'pz', 'qa', 'qb', 'qc', 'qd', 'qe', 'qf', 'qg', 'qh', 'qi', 'qj', 'qk', 'ql', 'qm', 'qn', 'qo', 'qp', 'qq', 'qr', 'qs', 'qt', 'qu', 'qv', 'qw', 'qx', 'qy', 'qz', 'rc', 'rd', 'ri', 'rj', 'rk', 'rl', 'rm', 'ro', 'rp', 'rq', 'rr', 'rs', 'rt', 'rv', 'rw', 'rx', 'ry', 'rz', 'sa', 'sd', 'sf', 'sh', 'sj', 'sk', 'sl', 'so', 'sp', 'sq', 'ss', 'st', 'su', 'sv', 'sw', 'sx', 'sy', 'sz', 'td', 'tf', 'tg', 'tj', 'tk', 'tn', 'to', 'tp', 'tq', 'tr', 'tt', 'tu', 'tv', 'tw', 'tx', 'ty', 'tz', 'ua', 'ub', 'uc', 'ud', 'ue', 'uf', 'ug', 'uh', 'ui', 'uj', 'uk', 'ul', 'um', 'un', 'uo', 'up', 'uq', 'ur', 'us', 'ut', 'uu', 'uv', 'uw', 'ux', 'uy', 'uz', 'va', 'vb', 'vc', 'vd', 've', 'vf', 'vg', 'vh', 'vi', 'vj', 'vk', 'vl', 'vm', 'vn', 'vo', 'vp', 'vq', 'vr', 'vs', 'vt', 'vu', 'vv', 'vw', 'vx', 'vy', 'vz', 'wa', 'wb', 'wc', 'wd', 'we', 'wf', 'wg', 'wh', 'wi', 'wj', 'wk', 'wl', 'wm', 'wn', 'wo', 'wp', 'wq', 'wr', 'ws', 'wt', 'wu', 'wv', 'ww', 'wx', 'wy', 'wz', 'xa', 'xb', 'xc', 'xd', 'xf', 'xg', 'xh', 'xi', 'xj', 'xk', 'xl', 'xm', 'xn', 'xo', 'xp', 'xq', 'xr', 'xs', 'xt', 'xu', 'xv', 'xw', 'xx', 'xy', 'xz', 'ya', 'yc', 'yd', 'ye', 'yf', 'yg', 'yh', 'yi', 'yj', 'yk', 'yl', 'ym', 'yn', 'yo', 'yp', 'yq', 'yr', 'ys', 'yt', 'yu', 'yv', 'yw', 'yx', 'yy', 'yz', 'za', 'zb', 'zc', 'zd', 'ze', 'zf', 'zg', 'zh', 'zi', 'zj', 'zk', 'zl', 'zm', 'zo', 'zp', 'zq', 'zs', 'zt', 'zu', 'zv', 'zw', 'zx', 'zy', 'zz']
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agentianlegend · 1 year ago
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20 Q's for Fic Writers
Thanks for the tag, @summerssixecho! I enjoyed revisiting my work a bit for this one :)
1. How many works do you have on Ao3? 
9 (17 over on FFn)
2. What's your total Ao3 word count?
243,275
3. What fandoms do you write for?
Primarily Danny Phantom (it’s what got me into writing fanfiction to begin with; in fact, even as an 11-year-old I was writing my own Danny Phantom episodes when it was first coming out), but I also write for DC (either DP crossover or standalone) and Miraculous Ladybug that one time. I have been t e m p t e d to write more ML as well as dabble in a few others, like maybe Ted Lasso or Scooby Doo (couldn’t be more random, I know), but that hasn’t come to be yet. Let's also not forget the DP x The Office au that @tytach and @arken-99 and I were messing around with a while back 😂 I'm still tempted to go somewhere with that. (Tytach did.)
4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos? 
5) Intervention at 657 kudos - DP - Danny comes home after curfew one final time, and his dad is waiting for him. We give Jack Fenton credit in this house/fic.
4) Beast Within at 910 kudos - DP x DC/Young Justice - Garfield Logan has just lost his mom and is struggling to get his newly developed shapeshifting powers under control. The team calls in Danny for help.
3) Fire with Fire - 956 kudos - DP x MCU Spider-Man - After the Fentons temporarily relocate to Queens for a contract with Stark Technologies, Danny and Peter find themselves embroiled in a conspiracy bringing malicious wraiths to New York City.
2) A Vigilante, a Different Vigilante’s Sister and a Villain Walk Into a Bar - 1,811 kudos - DP x DC - Jazz Fenton and Jason Todd attempt to date amidst unpredictable rogues needing therapy and nosy family members needing gossip fodder. This getting 2nd place is a surprise since it's my newest fic...
1) Recognized - a whopping 3,561 kudos - DP x DC/YJ - After Danny accidentally gets zeta tube access using Robin’s credentials/DNA, the two boys try to find out what happened years ago while unraveling a web of past and present secrets.
5. Do you respond to comments?
Absolutely ALWAYS, and if it’s taking me a bit to reply, just know that I’m going through it irl and I’ll get to responding to everyone ASAP. I love hearing what you guys think of my work and what in particular you’re reacting to/enjoying, so whether it’s fanboying over scenes together or explaining details you might’ve missed or just don’t quite get, I always take the time to show my gratitude for you taking a moment to share your thoughts. :)
6. What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?
Pretty much none of them, to be honest? I always like to try to end on a hopeful note, if not an outright happy one, because I need hope for my own struggles lol. The only candidate I can think of would be The Theorists, but even that’s not an angsty finish. My older oneshot Taking The World by Thunder might count since Lance Thunder doesn't get a happy ending, but it's pretty much a crack fic so I still wouldn't call it angst lol
7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?
Gosh, this is also a hard one because most of them are sort of open-ended and hopeful. I would probably nominate Night One because I love Wally and Connor’s bonding. It gives me the warm fuzzies. I also think Intervention qualifies since it's a wholesome reveal to the Fenton parents instead of the typical catastrophe (I mean, look at the reveal in Recognized, y'all).
8. Do you get hate on fics?
Only every once in a while, and it’s not really hate but more…closed-minded rejection of the fic’s idea. Like on Recognized I’ll occasionally get something along the lines of “this whole thing is confusing and over-complicated” (literally the point) or “this wouldn’t happen” (you’re reading a fic that literally takes place in a world of ghosts and aliens and people with superpowers). Only a couple times someone’s said “this is stupid” and I’m like, if I don’t like someone’s fic, I just move on and let them be because it’s what they wanted to write. Have these people never heard “you do you”?
9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?
HA. I can barely even write flirting.
10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?
Often, usually for DP x DC. The craziest was probably The Theorists because it features almost entirely side characters and their “conspiracy theories” about the main cast. It also wove into the Recognized storyline in the end.
11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?
Not that I’m aware of. Let me know if you find my work anywhere lol I only ever post on my main accounts: agentianlegend on tumblr and AO3 and hiimian over on FFn.
13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?
Nope but I’m open to it
14. What's your all-time favourite ship?
I’m not big on ships, to be honest. Though I enjoy Jason Todd x Jazz Fenton, and OH in the middle of writing this I remembered other fandoms exist lol. Marichat from ML because they’re both their most relaxed selves. Adrienette is a very close runner-up. 
15. What's a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?
I’ve never published it or shared with anyone, but the first modern fic I wrote was a DP x Teen Titans crossover where Jack and Danny move to Jump City after tragedy takes Maddie and Jazz. Danny wants to lay low and not be a hero as he deals with the loss, but Slade has other ideas. I wrote quite a bit for it, but I don’t know if I’ll finish. It was heavily angsty when I was going through some stuff and needed catharsis. I still have it almost entirely outlined, so theoretically I could finish it. But, I don’t know. Inspired by Into the Dark by InkyIris btw (apparently a rewrite and cross-publishing is in progress on AO3!), one of the OG fics that got me involved back in the fandom.
16. What are your writing strengths?
Dialogue, characterization, and action scene choreography. Or so I’ve been told lol
17. What are your writing weaknesses?
Writing out scenes when I don’t love the scene as it is. The efficiency side of my brain doesn’t want to waste the energy when I know I’m going to pretty much throw it out and rewrite entirely later on. Also, romance.
19. First fandom you wrote for?
Danny Phantom, even before I started publishing. (See the aforementioned episodes I wrote when I was 11.)
20. Favourite fic you've written?
If not Recognized, I would probably say Night One. It’s a quiet fic, and I love those intimate moments when these larger-than-life characters have some hurt/comfort and bonding moments.
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Well I already mentioned you guys earlier but I'm tagging @tytach and @arken-99 as well as @the-outcast-ed, @tourettesdog and @dp-marvel94!
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postsofbabel · 1 year ago
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arty-shadow-morningstar · 2 years ago
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Hear me out, i had an idea for a Miraculous x DC prompt. So, after defeating Hawkmoth the JL invites Ladybug to join them, she agrees but as a kind of support hero, she still wants to help just not fighting If possible. That's how the JL gets a healer for their party, yay. It's all fine and dandy until some of the older members start noticing how some sidekicks are more reckless in training so they can go see the cute new nurse
I probably butchered the characterization of some of them but it can't be worse than some DC writers, right? P.S, this is a mix of YJ show and the DC comics.
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Ladybug placed the Butterfly Brooch into the Miracle Box. She felt exhausted and wanted to go straight into bed and sleep for a week straight. After years of blood, sweat and tears since a pair of earrings came into her possession, she finally did it. Hawkmoth was defeated.
Adrien had renounced his ring and moved to London with his mother so he can take care of her in peace without the shadow of his father’s actions hovering over him.
Marinette on the other hand was set to move to New York, and hopefully, get a fresh start but she was undecided on what she wanted to do.
After Lila and the reveal of Gabriel being Hawkmoth, she had lost the passion she once had for designing. The man was the reason she had started getting into fashion. With Lila and Chloe both destroying every sketchbook she had, in addition to lack of time or inspiration, she doesn’t have the same drive for it like she did when she was thirteen. Although she does still design for Jagged Stone, Clara Nightingale, Kagami’s family and the Graham de Vanilys.
Her JL-issued communicator beeped with a message. When the Justice League caught onto the situation in Paris, Ladybug arranged with Wonder Woman so no Leaguer could enter without her say-so. The message was to arrange a meeting so they can discuss what to do since Hawkmoth was defeated.
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She was surprised when they offered her a position in the League which she turned down.
She told them that she was tired of fighting. She was tired of being on the battlefield with the smell of burning flesh and silence after the screams of people were cut off. While she wanted to help people, she would rather do it from the wings instead of being at the frontlines. She also wanted to take it easy since Hawkmoth had finally been defeated. She instead offers to be a back-up hero in times of crisis and the use of her healing magic to assist other heroes. They all agreed.
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Flash noticed that Impulse had been getting reckless lately. He is usually reckless since superspeed and all but getting hit by Captain Cold’s ray gun which could have been easily avoided if he didn’t stop suddenly was a little suspicious. Impulse then made a big show of needing medical care with his foot still encased in ice after Captain Cold and Heatwave were both arrested. He sped away before Barry could get some answers.
In Star City, Green Arrow and Arrowette were chasing some robbers. During the chase, Arrowette had fallen off the roof. Arrowette insisted that she was fine and that Oliver should not stop chasing the petty criminals on her behalf. Would you look at that the zeta tubes are a block away. She can go and get herself checked out for injuries if Oliver is so worried about her. Green Arrow left and continued chasing the thieves but there was a strange feeling that he was missing something.
At the Watchtower, Superman, who had been looking for Kon, finally found him in the medbay while their newest member, Ladybug, was healing him. Her hands were glowing pink as she hovered it over Kon’s face and healed his black eye. Ladybug giggled at the story Kon was telling her about one of his many adventures with Red Robin. The glow in her hands died and she told Kon to be more careful since she had been seeing him a lot. Kon laughed it off and flirtily said, “Of course, sweetheart. But sometimes, I can’t help but fall at the sight of you.”
As soon as he left the medbay, he ran straight into Superman who had one eyebrow raised.
“You do remember that you have a fast healing factor, right?” Superman said.
Kon sheepishly answered, “Well, sometimes, I want to speed up the process even faster. So what brings you here, Kal?” “Well, Jon told me that you antagonised Robin and he had punched you with kryptonite knuckle dusters. So I was worried and wanted to check on you. You look fine.”
“Yup, thanks to Ladybug. She’s awesome.”
“Uh-huh.”
“See, I am fine now. Thank you for checking in. Go back to doing JL founder stuff. And I think I hear someone calling for help. See you later. Bye.” Kon then hurriedly took off.
Superman shook his head at Kon’s antics when Impulse appeared with his right foot partially covered in ice. The boy cheerfully greeted Superman. The Kryptonian heard the already fast heart rate of the speedster get faster as soon as he saw Ladybug. A moment later, Arrowette showed up, appearing mostly fine. Then, she began limping and clutching her left wrist. To other humans, she might look like she was in pain but Superman could tell that she was faking it. The reason why became increasingly clear as he hears her heart rate also pick up when she is greeted by Ladybug and she became annoyed at the sight of Impulse in the medbay.
Superman decided that whatever was going on was none of his business and to let the kids figure it out on their own as he went for his shift for monitor duty.
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Nightwing and Red Robin both groaned as they sat down at a table in the Watchtower cafeteria. Batman didn’t look up from his salad and the latest case file on the string of murder in Gotham as he asked them what was wrong.
“Red and I decided that it would be nice if both our teams do some training together so we can coordinate if we ever have an overlap in our mission.” Nightwing started.
“Only most of them weren’t bringing in their best. The training exercise was a complete nightmare.” Red Robin grumbled. “Now, most of them are in the medbay getting treated for their injuries. I don’t know what has gotten into Kon and Bart.”
“Cassie and Kara wouldn’t stop fighting to focus properly.”
The boys continued to complain about the problems between their various teammates while Batman grunted here and there to indicate he was listening.
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#4
Biodad! Bruce Wayne
Realised I haven't posted anything Maribat related in a while. Also realised that it's Biodad! Bruce Wayne month.
I am currently on break from fic writing until October. This happened because the wifi was out for a while and I lacked motivation to study.
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Marinette is a Wayne and everyone knows except for the new kids aka Alya, Adrien and Lila.
Mari doesn't flaunt her wealth or tried to hide it but everyone just sort of forgets when she is as down to earth as the rest of them.
Except for the certain times she shows it and everyone is violently reminded that she is richer than Chloe Bourgeosis (who can't stand that fact.)
Picture this, Set season 3-ish, Spring Break is over and everyone is coming back from their vacation.
Chloe comes in a limo and bragging about her vacation in the Carribean or something.
Adrien looks around and is like, "Where's Marinette?"
Marinette hasn't been heard from all break and Alya is only aware that she is visiting family in the States.
Anyways, bell rings to signal classes and still no sign of Marinette.
Then, the chopping sounds of a helicopter is heard and everyone looks up to the sky and sees one.
Everyone moved out of the way as they realised that it was going to land in the courtyard (Or the sake of crack and the magic of imagination and fiction, let's pretend this is allowed and possible)
"I wonder if that is a new student." Adrien wondered.
"Ooh, I hope they aren't another Chloe. They seem rich if they are coming to school by helicopter." Alya said.
"That's Marinette." Nino explained.
"Where?" Adrien looked around for his very good friend.
"The helicopter. It's hers. Well, it belongs to her family. See?" Nino pointed out the Wayne logo to his friends.
"No freaking way." Alya exclaimed, "Marinette's not…" She stopped upon seeing a familiar girl exit the helicopter, arguing with a man in English.
"B, I am not going back out on this. I am staying in Paris and that is final." Marinette yelled.
"Sweetheart, but think of the akumas. They are dangerous." The man tried to appeal to her.
"It's fine and I am not dead yet. Plus I don't want you bubble wrapping me to 'protect' me if I stay in Gotham."
"I am not that bad."
"It's that Bruce Wayne? That's Bruce Wayne." Alya pointed and turned to Nino, "Why is Bruce Wayne here and why does Marinette know him?"
"You don't know?"
"Of course, I don't." Alya feels like there is a story here and Nino is not telling her what it is.
Adrien raised his hands, "Same here."
"How do you not know?" Nino waved towards the pair, "Mari's father is Bruce Wayne."
"What?" Alya and Adrien exclaimed. Brain.exe has stopped working.
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#3
The urge to write a broken and angsty Marinette who became a villain in Gotham after being kicked out of Paris. (P.S Hawkmoth is defeated and the Order forced her to hand the Miraculouses over.)
She had been causing trouble in Gotham for a while and the Bats know that she used to an ex-hero but couldn't find which one.
Anyways, Marinette gets dragged into the hero business as Ladybug because of some world-domination obsessed people who the Order used to tangled with in the past so they are making it everyone's problem. The Order is working with the JL to defeat the WDO people.
And Ladybug to her dismay realised that the other holders the Order had chosen were her old classmates (Class salt because of Lila. She is holding the Butterfly and being HM 2.0.)
Adrien is Chat Noir again and very happy to see his milady again (Adrien salt for the angst)
They all don't know that LB is Marinette who they had condemned with the exception of Kagami and Luka who are in the know.
Upon realising this, she makes detour and walked towards the Bat clan. Better the devil you know. Although they were on guard about this new/old hero who joins them, they relax a little when she gives them her villain name. (Also with proof that she is who she says she is.) She is more of an antihero and kinda friends with a few of them.
Ladybug makes a believable lie that she lost her memories of Paris and threaten the Order so they wouldn't disprove it. She hangs out with the Bats when they are not on missions so the Miraculous team is mad that she's hanging out with the Bats instead of them with the exception of Kagami and Luka.
Also they all had revealed their identities to one another and Ladybug is the only one who hasn't and they really want to solve the mystery of who it is. Especially Chat Noir. Kagami and Luka ain't snitching, knowing the shit the rest of them put Marinette through.
The Bats even though Marinette is a Gotham Rouge, they are also ain't snitching (because she knows who they are) and not budging on letting the Miraculous team get near LB. Because they know that the Miraculous team are part of the reason Marinette gets kicked out of Paris. Whatever they did to Marinette was probably so fucked up that she prefers Gotham of all places over Paris, the literal city of Love.
Also sprinkle in some enemies to lover between Damian and Marinette.
*peeks into my WIPs and pets my bio!dad Joker AU.* Soon my pet. Soon.
307 notes - Posted January 29, 2022
#2
Damian the Dog
Inspired by Grumpy Cat, written by @adrestar
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So what if Marinette moved to Gotham Academy, probably because of Lila bullshit or Guardian Duties.
She is mostly alone so she get a dog who she named Damian.
I actually look up on what type of dog she would have because I don't have a lot of knowledge on dogs. I wanted a small cute black dog. I am going with a Pomeranian or a Scottish Terrier.
It's all fine and going dandy. When one day, Damian overhears the new girl talking about him.
Marinette of course has zero interest in celebrities so she has no clue she is in the same class as Damian Wayne. Her classmates asked if she had any pets so she starts talking about her cute little Dami and showing off pictures of him.
"Look at my Dami. Isn't he adorable?" Marinette cooed, "I just love running my hands through those thick black luscious hair."
Damian gets the idea that Marinette is a stalker or a fangirl who is deluded herself into thinking she is dating him but brushes her off as mostly harmless. He can correct her at any time she steps out of the line.
Let the misunderstandings commence!
Fast forward the next few days, where Marinette keeps talking about her dog and no one has clued her in on the fact that there is a human with the same name as her dog going to classes with her.
Human Damian thinks she has very active imagination, going as far as to fake bite marks on her arms after a supposed passionate embrace.
(Damian the Dog is still being trained. Idk abt raising dogs so I hope I am right.)
The weekend arrive and Damian is at the dog park with Titus. Then he heard the insufferable voice calling out for him,
"Damian. Where are you? Come out. Damian. Dami."
He hid himself for a while, hoping she will give up sooner or later. But no, she keeps coming closer to the spot where he was hiding and calling out his name. Then, Titus blew his cover by coming back with the ball he was sent to fetch.
Thinking he had no choice but to reveal himself, he burst out of the bushes, scaring Marinette.
Meanwhile, Marinette was at the dog park to let Damian out of the apartment and get some exercise. She was kept an eye on him as he ran around but after a phone call from Jagged Stone for a new jacket, she had lost sight of her dog.
Then, while she looked for Damian the dog, someone jumped out of the bushes, giving her a scarce.
She realised that he was a boy from her classes and before she could ask if he had seen her dog, he began yelling at her.
"Listen up, harlot. Get out of your delusional fantasies of dating me and leave me alone." He yelled at a very confused Marinette. Human Damian continued to threaten her with lawsuits on the grounds of stalking, defamation and false claims.
Marinette gets fucking pissed at what the rude guy was yelling at her for no reasons but before she could retort, he stomped away with his dog trailing behind him.
"Come on, Titus. We don't have spend more time with this waste of space."
Marinette is so furious that if she was in Paris, she would have been akumatised for sure. She decided to calm down and go look for Damian, not the human. Arriving at home, she found a lawyer waiting for her and they handed her a thick files of all the charges she was being sued for. It was official she had met someone worse than the Chloe Bourgeosis.
So Marinette decides to stress bake about the problem. Ultimately, she made too much and decided to give away some to her next door neighbour, Jason.
Marinette had been living in Gotham for about a month and Jason knows about her habit to stress bake. They first met when Jason accidentally snuck up on her and she judo-flipped him who was 3 times bigger than her. Jason is impressed and Marinette is mortified. They became friends. Jason cooks her meals sometimes and she bake him desserts. It was a fair trade.
Anyway, Jason asks about her problem and Marinette starts a rant about this rich entitled dick she met who was from her class and she had coincidentally met him at the dog park while looking for Damian. Then, he called her a bunch of insults and names, accused her of stalking him and he had sent lawsuits to her address. Which was bad because she had her business as MDC to consider and this will affect her income.
While ranting, Marinette saw Jason's law degree which he had displayed, partially for his cover as a normal civi but mostly to brag to his siblings about being the only one who graduated from college and law school and rub it in Bruce's face. (We all seen the Jason became a lawyer to get Joker a death sentence post right? So Joker is dead here.)
"Can you be my lawyer? Or can you recommend me one? I promise I can pay you."
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My #1 post of 2022
Imagine a daminette au where Ra's makes himself yet another heir but this time it's Damian's kid with the "Guardian of Miraculous", so a great grankid, but the kid just disappears in thin air. Some time, maybe a few little years Damian hears about It from Talia, after lots of searching he finds the kid with one Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and he might or might not get some flashbacks when the kid says they thought he would be shorter(all this build up, because i think this line is funny)
Wasn't sure if this was an ask prompt or something. I never done one before. But this sounds like a nice AU so I took a swing at it.
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Marinette walked through the League of Assassins base, invisible thanks to Trixx’s magic. She tried to suppress her shivers as hazy memories of her brief imprisonment in the place flashed through her head. Now wasn’t the time for reminiscing right now. She was here to grab the Miraculous that was said to have fallen into Ra’s hands.
Normally, she would have stayed away from the place but the thought of leaving powerful jewels in that vile man’s possession left a bad taste in her mouth.
She crept along, dodging any guards that were coming her way. She used the magic inside her as the Guardian to guide her to the Miraculous. It led her to a rather lavish room.
(Shit, if it was kept with him in his private chambers, then it would be harder to get it out without him noticing. Although the lack of guards near the entrance surprised Marinette.)
After checking if the hallway was clear, she entered the room and shut the door behind her. Observing the room, it was not what she had imagined what Ra’s living quarters would look like, especially the crib in the room.
Curiosity came over her, she went in for a closer look to see a sleeping baby. What surprised her more was that it was wearing the Miraculous she came here for and surrounded for a few more.
As she reached inside to get the Miraculous, the babe opened its eyes, revealing familiar bluebell eyes. It was strangely quiet for a baby but it allowed Marinette to give a better look. She doesn’t know how since she doesn’t remember ever being pregnant but in her heart, she knew that the infant in front of her was definitely hers.
Her imprisonment by the League came to mind again. Marinette hugged her body as she realized what Ra’s did to her to make the baby. She felt sick to her core.
The child then let out a cry. Panicked, Marinette failed to notice that the illusion magic she had cast on herself had worn off as she tried to calm it down by picking the baby up and started humming a lullaby her mother used to sing to her. She packed up her emotional baggage to unpack it later because one, she needed to stay rational so she could get what she came for and two, no matter how it was created, she was going to take care of her child. For starters, she should probably stop calling the baby an ‘it’. As the baby calmed down, she unwrapped the blanket to see that she had a son.
A son. She has a son now.
The door creaked open. Immediately, Marinette turned around and went into a fighting stance as best as she could with a baby in her arms and no quick way to put it down so she could grab her weapon. She had a serious disadvantage in the fight.
Talia Al Ghul stood in the doorway, glare on her face and weapons ready. Upon realizing who was holding the baby, Talia lowered her weapons and shut the door behind her. She walked towards Marinette who was looking warily at her with some mild confusion. Marinette didn’t let her guard down.
“Guardian.” Talia greeted her calmly, further confusing Marinette, “I am not going to harm you. In fact, I would say that you have great timing coming here right now.”
“Talia, what’s going on?” Marinette asked tersely.
“Father wanted a powerful heir since my son, Damian had turned his back on his title as Al Ghul so he had used your DNA obtained from your last….visit here and my son’s to create Malik.”
“Malik?”
“That is my grandson’s name. Your son.”
After a minute of contemplating the existence of the baby in her arms, Marinette whispered, “Does he know?”
“Hmm?” Talia tilted her head at the question.
“Your son. The father. Does he know?” Marinette clarified.
“He is not aware of his son. But I would rather entrust Malik’s well-being to you, Guardian.” The assassin explained.
“Why?”
Talia hesitated, “Damian was raised in the League for the first ten years of his life, learning and training how to kill. That same faith will befall on Malik if he stays here. Damian was then sent to live with his own father. I love my beloved but he is not the most emotionally in tune with his emotions. In short, my son hasn't had the best home life and a child being thrust into his life is not what he needs right now.”
Marinette contemplated, slightly rocking the baby in her arms to fall back asleep, “I will do it. As his mother, I will do my best to raise him well.”
“That’s what I want to hear.”
The next morning, Marinette flew back to Paris with a new son and a duffel bag containing Malik’s ‘official’ documents, some spare clothes for him and the Miraculouses.
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444namesplus · 1 year ago
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jarl-alf · 4 years ago
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Miraculous and The Light
Having read several ML x DC where the justice league ignores what is happening in Paris. I have been disappointed to not find one where the villains come to Paris instead. Instead I decided to try to make one.
After the call for help from Paris falls on deaf ears with the Justice league. The Light learns of the situation and decides to intervene in favour of the miraculous team.
 Reasons for The Light to support the miraculous team:
-          The miraculous are powerful and it is better to have their wielders be friendly towards them.
-          Showing the Justice League ignoring teenage heroes would strongly impact their public image.
-          It would create a lot of discourse within the League and the Team. At least 3 in the League will have a connection to the Miraculous (Wonder woman, Aquaman and Doctor Fate). The Team is made up of mostly teenage heroes so the League leave other teenage heroes to fend for themselves will not go over well with most of them.
-          The Light also have 3 members connected to the Miraculous (Vandal Savage, Ra’s al Ghul and Klarion). Vandal Savage once wielded a miraculous, Ra’s has encountered the order multiple times and has great respect for the miraculous purpose (maintaining balance) and Klarion knows some of the kwami (like Plagg and Trixx) and would rather stay on their good side.
 Other ideas:
-          Vandal Savage mentoring Marinette and giving her guardian training.
-          The Miraculous team receiving proper combat training from the the league of shadows.
-          Lex Luthor giving business advice.
 Feel free to add more ideas and write a story based on this idea.
This is my first post so if there is anything I could do better it would be greatly appreciated if you would help me improve.
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vln-vibes · 5 years ago
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Saving a Robin
Paris, France
April 26, 23:00 CEST
Marinette Dupain-Cheng was sitting in her room, sketching out a new design for Penny’s wedding dress. She’d been honored when Jagged and Penny had asked her for a commission, Marinette had wanted to give it as a wedding present but they refused so she’d just need to think of something else.
As she sketched she realized that someone was calling her, she looked at her clock and at her sleeping kwami; 11 p.m. Who would be calling her at this time?
She looked and saw the contact on screen: Bird Boy
If she was correct it was five in the afternoon back in Gotham, if that was where he was.
“Hello𑁋?”
“Mari you have to save him!”
To say she was startled was an understatement.
They met a little over three years ago when the whole splitting of worlds took place as Ladybug and Robin. They had changed but remained close friends and even knew each other under the mask. At seventeen he was now Nightwing while she remained as an older Ladybug.
“Please Mari! We’re not gonna make it”
“Dick? What’s wrong, you’re not making any sense!”
“I-It’s Jason, Joker got him”
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electricgreen13 · 5 years ago
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Anybody interested in a Miraculous Ladybug x Young Justice crossover fic?? (Think ‘YJ team infiltrates Francis DuPont to investigate the Paris supervillain situation’)
Likely mixed with some sweet sweet Chameleon salt?
Orrr what about an Arrowverse crossover? — (Chat snaps & kills Fu— Marinette flees Paris via portal and lands in the bar owned by retired Sara Lance, Leonard Snart and Mick Rory.)
Because... I’m making... plans.
(Spoilers: It’s both. I’m doing both.)
And yes, I still blame @ozmav . They started me down this path dammit and now look where I am!
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legends-live-in-memories · 4 years ago
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Do You Believe in Magic?
AYO second day in a row can you believe it? I come with more content.
Fics Masterlist
Wallynette Oneshot 3.1K words (no warnings apply) Summary: “What happens when an unstoppable force meets an immovable object?”
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“That’s ridiculous!” He was pacing back and forth, arms waving in the air to compliment his theatrics. “Magic shouldn’t be able to do that, it defies all logic!”
“That’s the point! Magic exists outside of logical reasoning!” The shorter girl was equally as furious, standing in place and growing redder by the minute.
“Nothing exists outside of logical reasoning! Everything can easily be explained with science.” The redhead had paused his pacing to stare down the noirette before him. He was uncaring of his volume, ignorant to how his voice echoed in the large cave. “Your Lucky Charm is nothing more than transdimensional materialisation. An already pre-existing object is broken down into subatomic particles and rearranged at your location.”
“Are you really trying to tell me how my own Lucky Charm works?” She had sounded absolutely livid at the assumption. And Dick had to agree with her. Wally was in no position to tell her how her own powers worked. Before he could interject the screaming match between his two best friends, she was going off again. “And are you really trying to tell me that somewhere in the world existed a red and black-spotted doughnut just waiting to be used? That when Antibug was around a ladybug patterned flamethrower was just lying somewhere?”
“Oh please, there are plenty of flamethrowers all over the world and they probably only appeared ladybug themed due to shifts in light refraction.” He had stopped waving his arms around and crossed them in front of his chest. He was standing in her space now, leering over her trying to be imposing. “Simple fact is magic. Isn’t. Real.”
“You can run faster than the speed of sound! If you really think it was your precious science that saved you after willingly striking yourself with lightning in hopes of tapping into a cross-dimensional ‘speed-force,’ then you’re dumber than I thought.” She had gotten even closer now, pressing a finger into his chest and pushing him back.
“Are they still at this?” Kaldur had walked up beside Dick with two soda cans, silently offering him one. His voice sounded tired, visibly annoyed at the constant bickering.
“An hour and counting,” he sighs. The sounds of their bickering slowly faded into background noise. “For today at least. But they’ve been butting heads ever since she’s joined the team. Kinda exhausting.”
Marinette, a.k.a Ladybug, had joined the team after Wonder Woman deemed Paris officially safe from any more magical mayhem. While the rest of Paris’s heroes chose to retire and preserve the rest of their teen years, Marinette did not have that option. Magical Guardian and all. The JLE welcomed her with open arms and Wonder Woman decided to introduce her to the Team. She got along great with M'gann, the two could almost always be found baking or exchanging recipes in the cave’s kitchen and they, plus Artemis, went on frequent shopping trips. Conner saw her as a little sister, which was unexpected but it probably had to do with the fact she was a whole foot shorter and he had natural instincts to protect those who looked meek. She was anything but meek but first impressions were a damning thing sometimes. Marinette was Kaldur’s biggest supporter, always ready to back him up when it came to tough Team related decisions, something born from her own experience as a leader. The two understood each other the best. She also related to Dick on the importance of secret identities and while the Team still only knows him as Robin, she was the only one who never pestered him on it, respecting the lengths he would go to for the sake of anonymity.
Wally was the only one the newest member clashed with. Magic skeptic, meet magic connoisseur. Unstoppable force, meet immovable object. They almost never agreed on anything. Every time the two were left alone for more than two minutes it evolved into a screaming match. Wally was insistent on pushing all of Marinette’s buttons and she was always eager to defend herself and magic as a whole. Her rather short fuse didn’t make matters any better. It hadn’t affected missions, arguments reserved for the safety of the cave, but it was only a matter of time before that became an actual issue. He voiced as much to Kaldur who agreed with only a contemplative nod.
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It’s moments like these where Kaldur hated when Robin was right. At least he was on another mission with Batman so he didn’t have to bear witness to this fiasco.
The Team was currently in Louisiana investigating the disappearance of Dr. Kent Nelson, better known as Dr. Fate, the Sorcerer Supreme. And Wally was being argumentative with Marinette while simultaneously trying to impress M'gann. It had put Artemis on edge and she kept taking jabs at him whenever an opportunity arose. And even when one didn’t.
They had just barely escaped the pit above lava, standing above the cool platform.
“Don’t worry, Megalicious,” Wally had moved to support M'gann, throwing an arm above her shoulders, drawing her into his side. “I’ve got you.”
“Enough!” Artemis had cut in between the two of them, pushing Wally away from the Martian, her frustration palpable even from where Kaldur was standing. “Your little ‘Impress Megan at all costs’ game nearly got us all barbecued.”
“When did this become my fault?”
“When you lied to that whatever it was and called yourself a true believer.”
“Wally, you don’t believe?” M'gann sounded hurt at that. Wally looked across the room, before coming to a silent conclusion.
“Fine, fine! I lied about believing in magic. But magic is the real lie, a major load.”
“I can’t believe you’re still on that.” Marinette, who had remained silent before, finally entered the conversation, ready to defend her craft. “We just fell over five hundred feet below ground into an almost fiery death and you still don’t believe it? Was the magically appearing Tower not enough? Or the fact that our feet are not being scorched right now?”
Wanting to put an end to this conversation, Kaldur said his piece.
“Wally, I have studied for a year at the Conservatory of Sorcery in Atlantis.” He had crouched down, rubbing the surface of the floor. “The mystic arts created the skin icons that power my water bearers.”
“Dude, have you ever heard of bioelectricity? Hey in primitive cultures fire was once considered magical too. Today it’s all just a bunch of tricks.”
“What I do is not a trick. Do you really think destroying the Eiffel Tower, and putting it back in place is just some trick? Or how about when an old akuma was able to control the weather and created a volcano in the middle of Paris? Were those all tricks too? Were the casualties just results of things that don’t exist?” Marinette was becoming increasingly agitated as her rant went on. M'gann moved to comfort her, embracing her slightly.
“Don’t put words in my mouth! I never said the lives lost weren’t real! It was tragic, yeah, but that was due to real scientific explanations.”
“Science can’t bring people back from the dead.” Her voice was more subdued and sombre and her shoulders were curling into her body. The atmosphere was increasingly getting more depressing so Kaldur grabbed onto the latch, hoping that making progress into the mission would revive the Team’s energy.
He ignored Wally’s protests about heat backdrafts and came face first to a rush of frigid air.    
“Do you ever get tired of being wrong?” Artemis was rather smug as she threw a smirk over her shoulder. Kaldur just wished the rest of the mission wouldn’t be like this.
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Artemis was going to tear her hair out. Or probably Wally’s. Yeah, she was going to tear Wally’s hair out. It had been a week since the Dr. Fate mission and he still hasn't apologized to Marinette. His refusal to believe in magic was not only screwing up the team dynamics but it was forcing Marinette’s hand, pushing her to dig up trauma, to try and prove to him that magic is real. Artemis didn’t understand why it was so important to her that Wally believed in magic but it was and that was enough for Artemis to stand by her friend.
The two haven’t even spoken to each other since the mission and it was painfully obvious that Marinette was avoiding him. Valid, but still aggravating when it put everyone on the team on edge. Artemis wasn’t one to play peacemaker, leaving that to Kaldur and Marinette, but since this ongoing conflict involved the Parasian, and Kaldur had his hands full with a mission in Atlantis, someone had to step up and that person was her. Wonderful.  
She had tracked Wally in the medical facility, tinkering with some of the equipment and taking inventory of their supplies, a job Red Tornado routinely asks him to do. She skipped any greeting and just started plucking items out of his hands. Ignoring his protests, she kept going until his hands were empty then grabbed his wrist, pulling him into the training room and shoving him into the center ring.
“Shut up and stay,” was all she said, crossing her arms and freezing him with a glare. She wasn’t in the mood for any of his gimmicks tonight. The sound of the zetatubes announcing the Ladybug designation alerted her to Marinette’s return from Paris. Time for the next part of her plan.
“Don’t move,” she said as she turned to retrieve the other person for her plan. A firm ‘I mean it’ was tossed over her shoulder as she left.
Collecting Marinette was easier said than done. Artemis was headstrong on a good day, she will admit, but now as a woman on a mission she was down right intimidating and she knew it. Marinette took one look at her expression and bolted for the zetatube she just stepped out of. Artemis was having none of that and was able to grab the much shorter girl before she could get any further. While Artemis was mentally applauding herself she was also begrudgingly impressed with how difficult it was to hold the girl. Dragging her to the training deck was becoming more trouble than it was probably worth.
Artemis could pinpoint the exact moment Marinette’s eyes landed on the speedster because her efforts doubled and she almost escaped Artemis’s grasp. She dropped her gracelessly on the floor and moved to block the exit before either could do anything.
“Neither of you are leaving until you work out your issues,” she was huffing from exhaustion, both mental and physical. “Whether that means punching the shit out of each other or talking it out like normal people: I don’t care. But no one leaves this room until you two stop screwing with the team dynamics.”
She left no room for arguments and turned to stand outside the exit, giving them some semblance of privacy. If they didn’t work out their issues here, Artemis’s plan B involved Connor tossing them into the far end of the coastline. Hopefully, Wally and Marinette were reasonable enough it wouldn’t have to come to that.
Oh, who was she kidding?
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Wally stared at Artemis’s retreating figure and then at a very interesting spot on the cave wall. He felt like an asshole all week and, after his experience with the helmet of Fate, he knew he would have to be the one to mend the ever growing gap between him and Marinette. Still, he couldn’t face her yet. Every time he looked at her, or saw her hastily leave any room he was in, his mind flashed to those haunting words she had said.
Science can’t bring people back from the dead.
He knew that. He knew there were harsh limitations on what science can and can’t do. Magic shouldn’t have been any different. And he thought he understood what she had to deal with during her time in Paris but he was wrong. He was so painfully wrong that it took his body being overtaken by a mystic ‘Lord of Order’ for him to really comprehend that. He just… He just couldn’t wrap his head around someone so young being entrusted with so much power. Magic was inexplicable. It defied reason and was unpredictable so he never understood how someone as self-assured as Marinette could put her faith in something that unreliable. So he lashed out at her. Then he did it again. And again so much so that he can’t remember ever having a civil conversation with her.
He messed up and he knew it but the shame he felt in the past week was too much for him to handle and he couldn’t bring himself to speak.
“Look,” his head snapped to the sound of her voice. She wasn’t looking at him, holding herself for comfort. “I’m sorry for ignoring you, I didn’t realise it was affecting the rest of the team.”
No. no no nonono.
She shouldn’t be apologizing. She had nothing to apologize for and Wally is the ass in this situation not her so why is she apologizing? He needs to fix this. Fast.
“You don’t need to apologize,” such a terrible start, Wallace. Congratulations. “I was the one who pushed your buttons and called magic a big trick.”
She had lifted her head slightly but her gaze still wasn’t focused on him, rather she was looking beyond him just above his shoulder. He took a step closer and when she hadn’t made a break for the exit, he took that as a good sign.
“Listen, Marinette,” her eyes dart to and away from him in an instant. He didn’t let that stop him though. “All those times, times when I called magic fake or belittled its legitimacy, I wasn’t trying to hurt you. I was just trying to wrap my head around its absurdity.”
“It doesn’t matter what you were trying to do,” she finally locked her gaze on him and the pain swimming in her eyes was going to burn him alive. “You still hurt me. You took everything I did, everything I’ve learned and lost and loved and called it a hoax, you called it unreal, and you doubted everything I’ve ever accomplished. I have memories I may never recover from because of magic, scars that will never heal from something you didn’t want to believe in.”
There were unshed tears in her eyes and Wally wanted to brush them away. He didn’t, but fighting the urge was herculean of him. He didn’t get the chance to respond, though, but he wouldn’t dare interrupt her.
“Did you ever realise how those arguments affected me? I used to look up to you, Kid Flash, before joining the team.” He never knew that. Why didn’t he know that? “You were always so cheerful and the media framed you as someone who believed in the impossible. That was something I needed back in Paris. Because there was nothing more impossible to me than ever getting a chance to defeat Hawkmoth.”
She was openly crying now, her cheeks blotchy and eyes red. Wally didn’t know what to say so he took a chance and opened his arms to her. A silent invitation, a quiet apology. Whatever this little spitfire needed from him. He would willingly give it.
She took the offer and crashed her face into his chest, hands grabbing fistfuls of his shirt. He wrapped his arms snuggly around her, almost crushing her to his chest.
“I needed someone who believed in the impossible to believe in me.” Her sobs were heartbreaking. Wally could only caress her on the back in a futile attempt to comfort her. “That someone was you but then you had no problem looking me in the eye and saying you don’t believe in magic. How could you?”
“I am so sorry, Marinette.” He could never apologize enough. He was willing to dedicate his life making it up to her. He was silently praying to gods he also didn’t believe in that she would let him try. Before she could say anything, and he felt the hitch in her shoulders as she was taking steadying breaths to do so, he continued.
“I never knew what I—Kid Flash— meant to you. I only argued against magic so much because I didn’t want to believe that something that unpredictable was the only thing keeping someone like you safe. I heard all the stories; Wonder Woman loved to gush and brag about her mother’s successor, but I could never believe that someone could do such incredible things by magic alone. It was mind boggling.”
Wally felt more than heard the faint gasp at his confession. He pulled her off his chest, holding her a short distance by her shoulders, so that he could look into her eyes.
“I’m really sorry; I don’t think I can ever tell you how sorry I am.” She needed to know how genuine he was. He may clown around a lot but he was absolutely serious in this moment. He hoped she could see the sincerity in his eyes.
“I—,” she cut herself off, and Wally could see her growing frustrated with her own loss of words. She opened her mouth to speak again but she was interrupted.
“OH just kiss already!” Artemis’s rough voice echoed in the room and Wally’s gaze flashed to where her back was facing them by the entrance. She looked uncomfortable standing there but clearly she had an agenda she was seeing through. He didn’t pay her any more attention as he focused back on the increasingly red girl still within his grasps. The hurt that was previously in her eyes was quickly replaced with embarrassment and she couldn’t look Wally in the eyes.
He felt a sudden rush of confidence at her demeanor and hoped he wasn’t about to make the second biggest mistake of his life. He bent his head slightly, casting a smirk at the small girl.
“Well, if that’s what the people want,” he pulled her closer to him then, her mousy ‘eep’ sounding adorable in response. He cupped her chin between two fingers, tilting her head up. “May I?”
She didn’t speak but her answering nod and slow closing of her eyes encouraged him to close the distance between them.
Wally’s been struck by lightning before but it doesn’t compare to the feeling of her lips on his. Her lips tasted like slowly drying tears and her favourite vanilla lip balm. The kiss wasn’t perfect, her lips were slightly chapped, as were his, and their noses bumped into each other, but it was the best kiss of his life.
They broke away from the kiss but neither moved far from each other. They stayed like that for who knows how long. Staring intently at each other, committing the other’s face to memory. And as Wally stared at her tear streaked face and into her slightly red and puffy eyes, he came to a single conclusion.
He definitely believed in magic.
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ketchupqueenboiiii · 3 years ago
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Charge - Chapter 2
A/N: Welp this is really late, but it's here so please enjoy :)
"So, like, when something planned goes bad or not in favor of whoever planned it, you say, 'Oh, how the trees have greened.'" Wally said smiling from his seat in the front row. He and Robin poorly hid their laughter at Kaldur's solemn nod of understanding and M'gann's enthusiastic thank you.
They all got bored in the mountain and decided to patrol the town. He occasionally grunted or nodded to show he was listening but was otherwise silent. He was trying to sort out the noise, there's much more than there was in Cadmus. More variety, really. So he focused on the teams' noises.
Wally's heart beat a faster than what he thought was normal for humans, even when he was just lounging on the couch.
M'gann didn't have a heartbeat but she had different sounding footsteps. They were quieter than humans, probably because of her flight.
Robin walked quietly and almost inaudibly when Superboy didn't concentrate on his footsteps. But his heartbeat was normal.
Kaldur's were loud compared to the other's, like thumps. It's probably because his weight, he guesses Atlantean's had to be of certain weight to be able to not float to the surface, and whatever helped them withstand water pressure probably played a factor in weight too. Kaldur's heartbeat was a little faster than Robin's but not nearly as much as Wally's.
He came back to real time in the middle of M'gann's query.
"There's somebody out on the roof of that building-" she stood and changed the Bio-Ship's design, allowing everyone to see outside, where somebody in costume stood on a rooftop roughly 50 feet away, "-they're wearing a..." she paused, in thought, "I think it's a super-suit, like the ones we have but I guess there's the possibility they're not a danger. I think I should go check it out."
Kaldur nodded, "That's a good idea, M'gann, go invisible and evaluate them, report on the mind-link what you learn and we go from there." She nodded back.
They all watched, well not really if you think about it, as M'gann went invisible and left the Bio-ship.
He listened for her steps but couldn't hear them. She's flying then. He heard the other person take a heavy breath. Then saw them whack M'gann with a horn from their headband.
Everyone's eyes widened at the smacking noise of the horn against M'gann and then hardened into battle-ready expressions.  They won't get away untouched when the team was done with them.
Superboy didn't hesitate as he jumped out of the Bio-ship with Wally. He saw red and felt the others' similar attitudes through the mind-link.
"M'gann!" They yelled as they fell to the ground.
"Superboy, help M'gann. I'll deal with her." Kid Flash sped off as he mentally hummed in response.
Superboy glared at the stranger before making his way to M'gann. He helped her up while Kid's hands flew as they attacked the stranger, them dodging skillfully but still getting caught in every few punches and backing away uselessly; since Kid's assault was coming in from every angle he could get. But then they stopped moving and glared. At what, he couldn't guess since there was nothing in their path to glare at.
Then they thrust out their weapon and Kid froze mid-run. His momentum, though, sent him straight to the ground. Superboy winced at the crunch that was surely his nose and wrist breaking against the concrete.
Robin's took in a hasty breathe, his heart skipped a beat then rushed back to rhythm, beating harder than before.
"Kid!" He jumped from the Bio-Ship, and rolled into his landing. Gingerly, Robin inspected Kid on the ground. "Wally, are you okay? What'd they do?" His voice was laced with concern.
Wally groaned, "I'm okay, -ish. I can't move though. And it's not like a 'frozen-in-ice' kinda way, I can't move anything. Can't use my body heat or vibration to get out."
"Do you know what they hit you with? Maybe I can use some... pressure-point-massage-therapy combo thing."
"They jabbed me in the gut and whispered 'Venin', then I froze and I couldn't make myself run again. It was like in that episode, you know with the Chi-Blockers-" Wally led on until Kaldur interrupted.
"Wait, are you sure they whispered 'Venom' as they jabbed you and then you froze?" He sounded put off and skittish but like he was trying to hide it.
"Yeah, but in French."
He hesitated until letting out a breathe, "I need a better look at her, I'm taking the Bio-Ship closer. Keep them busy but in the general area, I need to see all angles."
"Yeah, okay, but can someone get me off the ground? I can feel my nose healing wrong and it's already wonky from every other time I broke it."
Superboy stood protectively in front of M'gann, glaring at the stranger. And they had the audacity to smirk and took out their weapons. A spinning top children's toy and a horn from their headdress. They were taunting him. He glared right back.
They narrowed their eyes and took off to the end of the roof top, jumping down, likely to escape.
He ran to follow but Kaldur intercepted, "They're bluffing. They're circling back with their grapple, probably going for your blind spot behind you, be ready for it."
"Okay." He heard them and swiftly turned, using his forearm to hit their legs; sending them across the roof top. Robin started throwing batarangs at them as he ran back to the fight. He learned he could move Wally so he took him to the Bio-Ship to Kaldur after he set the speedster's crippled nose. They quickly ran to the neighboring rooftop.
Kaldur took an unsettling breathe, "I was right," he whispered, before returning to a more assertive tone, "I'm calling in a high priority call to Wonder Woman and Aquaman."
The team's simultaneous aghast questions were outshined by Robin's, "What? A high priority call? Kaldur, we have 'em beat! We don't need the League's help-"
"I'm not asking, Robin, this person is a serious threat, and should be considered dangerous. Wonder Woman and Aquaman are best suited to apprehend them."
Robin, completely masking his attidude, throws his voice, "Boo."
They shriek, "Merde!" and throw a smaller horn at a wall. With their back turned, Robin threw a ball that expended into weighted net. As they turn, a look of panic flashes over their face and the net entraps them.
Superboy lifts her into a kneel and stands behind her. M'gann and Robin stand in front of her.
"See? We didn't need the League's help. We got this under control."
"We're going to hand them over to Wonder Woman and Aquaman when they get here. Whoever this is, somehow has access to a power artifact."
M'gann tilted her head in confusion, "What do you mean, 'powerful artifact'?"
"I mean, their power isn't their own, it comes from an ancient source that we are not ready to handle."
"Not ready to handle? Did you not see the last thirty minutes?"
"This is not up for debate, Wonder Woman and Aquaman are a minute away."
Robin looks like he wants to continue the argument but M'gann interrupts, "I'm gonna try and find more about them." Her hand rises to the stranger's forehead, but they roll backwards and knock him down. He hears them tear the bottom of the net, freeing their legs. They start running towards the next rooftop and Robin begins throwing batarangs again. M'gann takes of flying and he runs along side Robin.
They were close to finished getting out net when Kaldur announced Wonder Woman and Aquaman had arrived. Wonder Woman flew past M'gann and swung her lasso at the stranger, successfully capturing them again. She pulled them in as she landed on the roof.
The Bio-Ship set down on the rooftop and opened for Kaldur to walk to Aquaman.
"That was a good call, Aqualad. An inner circle wielder could have caused some problems. Good job, Kaldur." He smiled to his apprentice.
"Thank you, my King." He smiled back, "They hit Kid Flash and he became completely paralyzed so I assume they hold the miraculous of subjection. Do you a cure for him?"
"It should wear off soon, but if not, I'll contact a healer from Atlantis."
Wonder Woman tied the stranger from behind before kneeling to see their face. Her eyes widened and her torso flinched back.
The stranger spoke awkwardly,"Ça roule, Diana."
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"Wonder Woman, you know them?" Aquaman's question really didn't help with the embarrassment Chloe was feeling right now.
"Yes, I do. She's one of the hero's from Paris I helped a few months ago." She helped the tied up girl and undid the lasso around her.
"Then why did you attack Miss Martian?" Even newer guy had good questions. She was about to jab at the name before Diana silenced her.
"Lets go back to the Mountain before we do any questioning." Wow, yeah, this would be a great time to run, but the chance to see the inside of a Justice League headquarters? She had to do this for Adrien. But it seemed not everyone was as enthusiastic with the plan.
"What? Wonder Woman, you can't be serious. She attacked Kid and Miss M!" Well, yes, but in Chloe's defense, she was antsy and really bored.
"We'll talk about that at the Mountain, lets go." She says it with such an air of finality all they can do is pout and grumble. Maybe the voice was a ladybug thing.
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thegreysman · 5 years ago
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Based in last chapter of fanfic Someone’s Waiting For You by  ShivaVixen
Crossover YoungJustice X Miraculous Ladybug
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rhub4rb · 5 years ago
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Spirit’s Respite
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Prologue [First Chapter]
Should I be making another maribat fanfic while I’m still writing HiWtHi? Probably not. Do I care? A little bit. Will I start one regardless? Yes, yes I will.
This will be updating a lot slower than HiWtHi though. Home is Where the Heart is, is my main priority, I promise.
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No one was listening to Mme. Bustier. Tension filled the classroom, thick enough to be cut with a knife. Marinette's eyes were glued to the clock, much like the rest of the class'.
Today was the day. Today, they would defeat Hawkmoth once and for all.
They knew Hawkmoth was planning a major attack on the city, courtesy of an inside source. The team, the entirety of Mme. Bustier's class, had a vital role to play. They were split up in teams, with the Fighters, those who would be dealing with the various Akuma that would attack, and the Defenders, those who would find and take civilians to somewhere safe.
And then, there was Chat Noir and Ladybug. They would be fighting Hawkmoth and Mayura on their own while the class took care of  everything else.
The wait for the bell to finally ring cut deep in Marinette's soul, the ticking of the clock grating  more and more on her nerves. She didn't want to think about how this was it. This was the final battle against Hawkmoth.
And after that...
The bell rang, signaling the end of classes for the day. When the students of Mme. Bustier's class got up, no one said a word.
As far as Marinette was aware, the only people who knew one another's identity was Alya and Nino. She wouldn't put it past Max to have figured out the majority of the class, and maybe Juleka and Rose had told each other.
Not that it mattered much, not after today anyway.
When Marinette entered the bakery, she quickly called out to  her parents and told them she was home before running up to the apartment and into her room.
Making sure her door was locked so her parents couldn't suddenly barge in, Marinette conjured up the battle plan against Hawkmoth.
For as long as Marinette could remember, she had been gifted with the power of creating. She didn't have a limit, only her imagination, and her own rule of never creating a soul. Marinette had always felt that was something she should never mess with.
"Are you sure about this Marinette?" Tikki asked, once she had been let out of Marinette's purse. Marinette nodded, her face set in determination.
"I have to do this," Marinette said, hearing the singing in her ear that had come ever since the plan against Hawkmoth had been set. "No matter what, I won't be able to stay in Paris after today. You all know that." The last part was said to all of the kwami, who had come out to greet their Guardian.
The kwamis were more somber now than they normally had been. It would be the last time they would see their current holders.
Looking at the attack plan one last time, she nodded to herself.
Today was the day.
All of the heroes had been contacted by Ladybug and told to meet up in an abandoned warehouse, where they would be given their miraculous one last time.
"And you all know what the plan is?" Ladybug asked one last time, just to be sure. Nothing could go wrong, not today. "Beta teams," the assigned beta teams nodded. "You will be taking care of the civilians, make sure as few people get hurt as possible. Alpha teams," the alpha teams snapped to attention. "You will be taking care of the akumas. Destroy the item, capture the akuma, and wait for me to cleanse them. Are you ready?" Unsure looks were shared between the class, before they all collectively nodded.
They were ready.
The teams headed out, spread themselves throughout the city to cover as much ground when finally, the Akuma alert started blaring.
Ladybug and Chat Noir didn't stay with the rest of the heroes to help with the akumas however. They headed towards Hawkmoth's lair. It felt like the wind was cutting her cheeks as she flew through the air in a stark tempo. They had to defeat Hawkmoth and Mayura as fast as possible. They had to end it.
Ladybug and Chat Noir got in through the giant window.
Hawkmoth just scowled at them.
The explosions from the world outside rumbled the building.
In front of them was Hawkmoth and Mayura, the latter looking a little worse for wear. The broken miraculous was taking its toll on her, Marinette thought.
Marinette was acutely aware that Emilie Agreste was underneath them too.
"I'm only asking one last time. Give me your miraculous!"
She almost wanted to roll her eyes at him, seeing as how this had gotten quite repetitive over the last three years.
"I think you already know our answer," was all she said.
"Then so be it."
The battle commenced.
Ladybug blocked out most of it. Chat Noir took care of Mayura. She took care of Hawkmoth.
Maybe it's for the better that she didn't remember the fight itself. All she needed to remember was Chat Noir's devastation at finding out Hawkmoth was Gabriel Agreste. She had never felt more powerless than when he broke down in her arms.
With Hawkmoth and Mayura defeated, the sentimonsters and akumas were defeated as well.
Then came the goodbyes.
There was still much to do of course, but that was left to the authorities.
One by one, Ladybug collected all of the miraculous, until finally, she reached Chat Noir.
"I... I have to take your ring, Chaton." It was clear she didn't want to, but she also knew that it was for the better. The miraculous had already brought enough trouble to him.
"What about you, M'Lady?" he asked, eyebrows furrowed.
"My work... it isn't done yet. I'm sorry. I— I know you wanted for us to reveal our identities to each other but— I can't. After this, I'll be leaving Paris. For good."
Chat Noir was silent for a moment, until shakily, he slid the ring off his finger. The green glow revealing Adrien Agreste. Plagg emerged with tears in his eyes. He hugged Adrien's cheek, one of the few times Marinette had ever seen the kwami of destruction outright caring.  He darted behind her head, probably to hide the fact that he was crying from his former holder.
"I'm gonna miss you, Chaton," she choked out, tears welling in her eyes, before she engulfed him in a hug. "I'm really gonna miss you."
He hugged her back with all the power he had left in him. She ignored his sobbing.
"Heal," Ladybug said, kissing his forehead. "That's all I ask."
"Okay, Ladybug," he said, nodding shakily. "I will."
With a final kiss to his forehead, she left.
Ladybug didn't return to the bakery however, instead, darting into an alley where she detransformed.
"Are you really sure about this?" Tikki asked, looking at Marinette with worry. Marinette just nodded determinedly and took a deep breath.
Her eyes turned gold and at her fingertips, a glowing golden sphere formed before it went to the ground, and finally it took the form of a battered and bruised Marinette. Marinette took off her purse and left it at the complete copy of her body.
"Ready, Marinette?" Tikki asked.
Marinette heard the singing again.
"Yeah, I'm ready."
She made a portal, and she left Paris.
For good.
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Marked Pairings Currently in Marked by the Soul
Marked Pairing: Type of Mark.
Current:;:
Miraculous Guardian (aka Jason Blood) with Ladybug (Marinette)/Chat Noir (Adrien): Mentor/Teacher.
Tom Dupain/Sabine Cheng: Romantic.
Marinette/Adrien: Soulbound. 
Juleka/Rose: Romantic. 
Mylène/Ivan: Romantic. 
Roy/Kaldur: Romantic. 
Kim/Nino/Marinette: Platonic. 
Nino/Adrien; Platonic. 
Adrien/Chloe: Platonic. 
Young Justice Team with Ladybug and Chat Noir (Minus Conner Kent/Superboy): Platonic.
Confirming but Not Spoiling Too Much:;:
Gabriel/Emilie/Nathalie: Romantic.
Batman/Jason Blood: Platonic.
Hal Jordan (Green Lantern)/Thaal Sinestro (Yellow Lantern): Romantic.
Superman/Wonder Woman/Batman: Platonic.
Aquaman/Queen Mira: Romantic.
Klarion/Future Match: Platonic.
Etrigan/Deceased Match: Platonic.
Eventual:;:
Miraculous Guardian (aka Jason Blood) with Ladybug (Marinette)/Chat Noir (Adrien)/Luka/Kagami: Mentor/Teacher.
Marinette/Adrien/Kagami/Luka: Soulbound.
More to come as the story continues.
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