#one of the notes of a fic in that tag is from a biracial person who says

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The Fast and Furious Times Of Marinette

Today I found a wonderful tag called Bio Dad AU. Best ones by @musicfeedsmysoul12 . I decided to try a quick hand at it. Weirdly enough, my first thought was the Fast and The Furious. I was a huge fan of serious before Paul Walker died. Brian O'Conner was always my favorite. This is the first fast and furious anything I’ve ever written. I’ve decided it takes place AFTER Fast 6; meaning they all got their pardons. But in this AU. Both SHAWs are alive and well and friends with the team for reason. Brian and Mia are not and have never been together. No offense, but if I’m writing a Fast and Furious fic Dom and Brian are the pairing and will be my OTP.

This is again just a quick fic.  A PURE CRACK FIC, so be warned. Might not doing anything more with it.

On with the CRACK. 

Marinette is eight-years-old when her racist grandfather tells that Tom isn’t her dad. Marinette had already been one-years-old by the time Sabine met him.

She doesn’t believe it at first but then she looks in the mirror and sees her blue, blue eyes. No one her family has eyes like hers. Then she really looks at the picture of her and her dad together realizes they don’t look alike at all. It’s not even because Marinette is biracial. There is little to no resemblance.

Her parents find her crying on her bedroom floor, clutching her phone to her chest. They are quick to try to comfort her, try to find out what’s wrong, and when they finally come her down enough for her to speak, Marinette looks at the time with big sad eyes and just asks, “Are you, my dad?”

Sabine and Tom are stunned at first, then her question hits them, and realization slowly inches onto their faces. And its all the answer Marinette needs.

Tom loves the little girl he raised so much and as much as he wished he wasn’t her biological father, “In every way that counts I am,” He assures his little girl, “Except blood. But I am your dad. You are my daughter.”

Sabine apologizes for withholding the truth for so long, “We were a family. I was scared,” She admits.

Cue huge family hug.

A few days go by before Marinette has the courage to ask about her biological father, “Who was he?” She suddenly asked. “My father?” The question caused Sabine to stumble and cause an entire cake to hit Tom in the face.

“His name is Brian,” Sabine said as she handed Marinette an old picture of a young sabine with a handsome blonde man with startling blue eyes, Marinette’s eyes, at a food truck near palm trees. “Brian O’Conner. I met him on a beach in LA. I thought he had a serial killer name. He was wild and beautiful, and so free. You’re a lot like him. You have his eyes and his smile. And his heart.”

           Marinette stared at the man in the picture, wondering if he too was clumsy if he was the reason she loved to go fast too because she liked to go really, really fast on her bike if he was where she got her daringness, her need to the right thing. “Does he know about me?”

“No,” Her mom answered, “I had already left for Paris by the time I found out. I didn’t want to upheave his life.” Truthfully, she didn’t know how to tell her daughter that her biological father had been a street racer, on the run from the police and spent quite a bit of time in hiding.

           It took an hour after Sabine left Marinette along with the picture for the young girl to get angry. Who was this man? What was so important about his life that her mother wouldn’t dare wreck. Marinette was going to find out.

           It took some time but with a little research and luck, Marinette was able to find Brian was still in L.A.

           Marinette bought a plane ticket using her mom’s credit card, packed a bag, left a note for parents, and left in the middle of the night on a flight to Los Angeles. It had been tricky. Some people asked questions but Marinette just she was visiting her dad in the U.S. She was glad her mom made her learn English as a second language, though now it was obvious as to why.

           It took a few hours and had taken a lot different buses, but Marinette found herself standing in front of a white house that was erupting with noise.

“A party?” Marinette asked quietly.

           The bluenette swallowed hard and fought the urge to run away. She had come too far. Ignored too many of her parents’ phone calls to back down. She just texted then every day that she was okay and that she would be home soon.

           Marinette rang the doorbell.

           A tall, bald, handsome, laughing black man answered the door. He nodded at the young girl, “Can I help you?” Girl scout, he thought.

           Marinette clutched the strap of her pink bag, “Is Brian O’Connor here?”

           Rome’s eyes squinted as he surveyed the girl and then he noticed her eyes. He knew those eyes. The biggest smile spread over his face. “This gonna be good,” He said. “Name’s Roman. Or Rome. Come on inside, my new favorite person in the world.”

           Marinette followed the man into the house. She was right. There was a loud, movie-worthy party going on. The music was loud, strange people were dying. She felt more than a little weary and a little claustrophobic.  She looked around but didn’t see who she was looking for.

           One by one the guest of the party noticed the little girl in pink with pigtails in the room. The music slowly died down. A scary bald man, in a dark wife-beater, with a beer (Corona, Marinette read) and had been laughing with a scruffy breaded man when she entered the room, slowly lost his smile when he noticed her.

           He was possibly the scariest man Marinette had never laid eyes on.

“YO Brian,” Roman yelled, the smile still huge on his face. “You got company!”

           All eyes turned to her. The scary man got out of his seat and stared at her.

“Oh this can’t be good,” Taj said to Suki, who nodded.

           Again Marinette fought the urge to run. She glanced at the floor and bit her lip.

“What’s up, man?” A new voice called which caused her to look back up.

           Marinette’s breath caught in her throat a blond man with a case of beers in his hand entered the room. He had aged but he was still as handsome as his picture. Her eyes suddenly stung.

           Roman waved at hand from Brian to Marinette.

           Brian looked at the girl who, to him, didn’t look much older than seven or eight, maybe. Was she lost? Did she need his help? “Can I help you?”

           Heads swerved to the girl.

“Do you remember a woman named Sabine Cheng?” Marinette asked, feeling braver at the mentioned of her mother. “She is my mother.”

           Heads swerved back to Brian. Particularly Dom’s who at a sneaking suspicion about what the hell was going on.

           Brian’s head was suddenly filled with a beautiful laughing Asian girl, with kind eyes and a don’t fuck with my personality. She had fierce and amazing. Brian had been a little disappointed when Sabine had left for France. Which explained the little girl accent. He hadn’t seen Sabine in what… seven years. A little longer.

           His blue eyes’ widened. The beers slipped from his hands and crashed hard onto the floor. “Fuck!”

That was all anyone needed to know exactly what was going on.

“This some Maury shit,” Vince said and took a swallow from here.

           Letty nodded, “You are the father.” Those eyes did not lie.

The girl’s blue eyes, his eyes, widened and she took a hasty step back when the beers crashed and shattered onto the floor. “I shouldn’t- I shouldn’t have come,” She quickly said. “I’m sorry. I-”

She just wanted to meet him. She needed to meet him. Finding out her dad wasn’t really her dad, dad. Marinette just needed to do something.

Tears welled up in her eyes. Marinette turned for the door.

“That’s enough!” A strong voice said. Marinette turned to see the scary man looking directly at her. “Everyone who isn’t family out. Party’s over. You,” Dom pointed at Marinette, “Stay there.”

           There were grumbles from the party guests as they left. But Marinette was surprised just how many people stayed.

“Name’s Dom,” The terrifying guy introduced.

“Marinette,” She said back. “Do you ever lose that scary look on your face.”

“No,” Taj said. “No, he doesn’t” Dom glared at him. “That just makes it worse.”

           Brian shoved a hand through his hair. He was shaking. “Are you?” He asked. “I mean, do you like? Daughter?” He managed.

“Translation: You his kid?” Rome smirked.

           Brian nodded frantically.  Yes, that’s what he meant.

“I found out a few days ago,” Marinette shrugged. “Mom told me about you.”

“I didn’t know,” Brian suddenly blurted out. “I never knew. I swear. I’d have never. I would never. I mean, you know. I’d want to.”

“He didn’t about you,” Roman translated. “He’d never walked out on his kid.”

           Dom looked over the small, French, Asian girl who shared his husband’s eyes. There were more similarities than the obvious one; her nose, her cheekbones. There was no doubt it. Brian was a father.

           And shit, that meant Dom was a stepfather.

“So what?” Letty asked, not unkindly. “Your mom tells you about Brian and just drops you off here?”

           Marinette blushed and looked down again. It set off red flags in everyone’s head. “She doesn’t know…” She admitted. “I left her a note though!” She added.

Roman leaned against the wall. “You find out about Brian, decided what the hell, ditch Paris and run off to a California to find him, with just a note to your Ma.” He snorted. “That’s your kid, alright.”

“Shut up,” Brian hissed. He pinched his nose. “Call your mom.”

“No.”

“She needs to know your alright,” Brian insisted.

“She will,” Marinette promised. “After we talk.”

           Brian crossed his eyes and looked sternly at… his daughter, “This isn’t a negotiation.”

           Marinette crossed her arms, “Wanna bet?”

           Blue eyes and Blue eyes glared at each other. Making the resemblance between the two even more clear as, much to the occupants of the room dismay, stubbornness was inherited.

           Dom just sighed. This was going to be his life now. At least he’ll get a laugh out of watching Brian deal with a mini Brian. Stubborn, reckless, little shit that he was; he deserved a little krama.

           An hour later, it was clear Marinette had won. She got the talk she wanted. And found out some things about her new Papa. He was married to the scary guy, had been around the world, had been a cop. Loved cars. The people in the house were all family.

“Call me Uncle Rome,” Roman introduced. “I’m the reason your dad lived long enough to have you.

“Mia,” A pretty kind woman with long dark hair said, “Dom’s sister. He’s great when you get to know him.”

“Letty,” A fierce woman said.

           After that, there was Taj, Vince, Suki, Han, and quite a few others that made her head spin trying to remember them.

           Then she called her parents. They were not happy. Then Brian got on the phone to speak with her mom. He left the room.

           Within minutes there was yelling. A lot of yelling. When Brian came back, he looked angry and somewhat relieved. “You’re staying for the summer,” He told her. “We’re going to get to know each other. “You have to call home. Every. Day. Your mom will send some of your stuff.”

           The next day, Marinette and Dom found themselves sitting across from each other at the breakfast table. A protectiveness had grown in Dom over the night. Because he realized if this was Brian’s daughter, then it was his daughter.

           There was a living, breathing kid he was now responsible for too.

           Dom sat across from her and briefly wondered Mia kept any of her old barbies. And if that would be insulting to offer them to the girl. “How old are you?” He asked her.

“Eight,” She answered shyly.

           Not barbies then. Boys, then. Mia got into boys just about her age. Oh god, he can’t deal with boys right now. He’d go back to prison.

“How long have you and Papa been married?”

“Almost six years,” He answered.

“Why don’t you have kids?” She asked brightly. “Did you want kids?”

           It was a trap. Dom knew it. Brian liked to do the same thing. “We want you.”

           She smirked, “Nice answer.”

           Brian came in with plates full of pancakes a few seconds later. Marinette was pleased t see hers had a smily face.

“I was thinking we could go to the beach today,” The blond said. “Get to know each other more.” He nodded to his husband. “As a family.”

           And so they did.

           Marinette spent the entire summer with her Papa and Pops (Dom) and her newfound family, and every summer after. Through them she got into mechanics and cars. Though she still developed a love for fashion. She met a fascinating man named Shaw, and his brother, who taught her how to fight. She met a lioness of a woman named Monica and her husband Carter Verone who just taught her how to be scary.

           It was just after she turned thirteen, and she became Ladybug, did Marinette forget just how protective her family was.

           It was Sunday. There was a family barbeque. Everyone was there. Marinette was in the kitchen helping Mia clean up when she got a text from Luka. (Adrien was so not her type. Thanks to Letty, Monica, Mia, Suki, she developed a rather fierce nature and decided she’d only date guys with a backbone.) She didn’t realize as she texted back than a dreamy expression appeared on her face, because… well, Luka.

“Who you texting?” Letty asked with an eyebrow raised.

           Marinette blushed, “No one.” She hissed back.

“Does no one have a name?” Mia smiled.

           Marinette looked down, “Luka.”

“Who the fuck Luka?” Vince yelled, having overheard the conversation. “Dom you know your kid’s got some boy textin her?”

           There was a crash. A few crashes actually.

           Dom stomped in, grabbed Marinette’s phone, “NO!” he said and walked off.

           Marinette groaned. She hoped this wouldn’t be the surfer boy from down the street all over again. His family had to move.

           It was a year, and one accidentally overseen transformation did her family find out she was a superhero named Ladybug and had been fighting a terrorist for almost two years. It didn’t take long to find online videos of all her rights. Of how many times she had nearly died.

           Brian seethed in anger, unable to speak.

           Hobbs and Monica just nodded at each other. Each texting their agency of what had been taking place in Paris. Apparently, the mayor had been hiding it to prevent tourism from declining.

           Deckard Shaw was torn. On one hand, he was proud of his niece. She had handled herself well. On other hand that some of bitch Hawkmoth had to pay. No one fucked with his family. Mask or now, magical powers or not, Shaw going to find him.

               And who the hell let a teenage girl be Superhero? With not nearly enough training. That asshole was gonna pay too.

           Dom just sat his beer down, his eyes still trained on the image of Hawkmoth on the TV, the son of a bitch who had tried to kill his kid, who terrorized a bunch of school children, and all of Paris. and said, “Oh, it’s on.”

           The Fast and Furious team was going to Paris.

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Since there’s been such a positive response to my writing on an Ilvermorny fic, I thought I would share some of my notes and ideas before starting publishing chapters on AO3(@ thatonechapterofwriting)! Just so no one’s disappointed by anything or if anyone wants to suggest something I didn’t think of.

The story will be starting before the main characters get to Ilvermorny and show how (most of them) meet.

Speaking of main characters, it’s an ensemble cast like GoT or The Magicians.

Romance? Yes, but the characters are starting off fourteen so... nothing more than kissing happens :/ there’ll be four fics and the last will have them be seventeen/eighteen. Senior year :0!

Mature themes? Sure, just not y’know. Mature mature.

Cryptids? Yep. In spades.

Scamanders? Haha yes. Luna/Rolf is a blessing. They will be very minor characters. If that. Only cameos for HP characters.

So that being said these will definitely be completely original characters that will populate the fics. Except like, established characters like Principal/Headmaster Fontaine.

I’m trying to write it like a series. That’s a big task and I’m probably not going to succeed, but at least I can say I tried. I like a good Bildungsroman fic every once in a while.

And concerning the appropriation with Ilvermorny... well, ngl, I’m using the house names. I’ve just gotten really attached and I tried to read up on their origins as much as possible. But there’s going to be a subplot about the cover up story as to how Ilvermorny was founded.

I’m a person of color with some Native American blood on my mom’s side(not enough to really be informed tho haha), but even I make mistakes even when I do my research, so I doubt I’m gonna be perfect with representation.

But I will say that I am NOT using that other crap JK released about magic in America (especially regarding Native American culture) besides MACUSA. The only thing I’m making different about magic in America is that it’s used without wands more frequently than in England.

I do like the term no-maj. I am using that.

I’m also using the uniforms that JK described with the blue robes and cranberry accents. The collar/hood is hooked together with a Gordian knot pin(three loops entwined).

It’ll be very different from Hogwarts. Example: there will be separate dormitories for a pair of kids in each house(except one which gives each individual their own room for... reasons.). Also, there’s student body elections rather than prefects and head boys/girls.

I know that’s more public school than private school, but I really can’t help the fact that I like writing from what I know best.

Also it is a castle, but there’s more buildings around it and it has a town somewhat like Hogsmeade but... a little dangerous. The mountains are also v dangerous.

There are like hundreds of wizarding schools. Examples of witch(geddit) are the New York Institue of Technomagicianry and Wizardry and Goldenscale(CA). Ilvermorny is just the Harvard of them. There’s a solid eleven that make up kind of Ivy/Little Ivy spots.

FOOTBALL

How was FOOTBALL NOT MENTIONED

JK WHATS UP

I play tennis and do academics but even I know how crazy my whole school is for FOOBALL

You and I both know American Quidditch is a thing and it shouldn’t even have the same name as Quidditch. Quidditch is called Hoopball in America.

There are no trains to Ilvermorny. It is a bus. ROAD TRIP :D

Back to the characters, there is technically one main character: Cassie Capeton(the girl pictured above). She’s the most “normal” of them all. There used to only be four in the ensemble cast(one for each house), but now there’s like nine. Oops.

I will be describing them with set ethnicities and sexualities unlike Rowling because they are truly varied(the main character is biracial and bisexual and another character is non-binary, for example). I’m not going to pull a Dumbledore or Hermione on you.

Oh and the only reason the boy pictured above is a main character is because I was looking up faceclaims and I saw Mike Bailey and I was like... ok this guy fits in this story. The character’s name is Mickey because I am very unoriginal.

The story will sometimes be broken up with chat logs. Not unlike Homestuck, but geared more toward Snapchat :) bc it will be a magic Snapchat

Did I mention this was modern day? 2014. Gen Z. Albus is in Hogwarts at this point I think,,

Might add to this as I think of more stuff

And that’s about all I got! I might have another text post about the main characters(sort of outdated and missing two) somewhere in the backlogs of my hp tag if you want to find it.

Hope you guys are still interested! Wish to post soon! (Maybe once I get three chapters lined up haha) I’ll make an illustration announcement every time a chapter goes up! :)