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Happy Valentine's Day! And of course, just had to celebrate it with LadyNoir ❤️

Just a quick aged-up Chat Noir illustration

Aged-up Chat Blanc

Didn't fix up the line art, but I still think it turned out nice

Marichat Portraits

Just a drawing of Chat Noir

Adrinette Day & Night

Chat Blanc & Ladybug kiss

Basically if Ladybug kissed Chat Blanc (like we all wanted) instead of destroying his bell

Art dump of a serious looking Chat + Chat Blanc & Ladybug kiss WIP + a doodle I based the first drawing on

oh god oh fuck

we were doing icebreakers and i said my favorite show was Miraculous and the teacher said she hadnt heard of it (which is fine by me)

but THEN she said

that she’ll try to watch it

MY TEACHER

my fucking MATH teacher

help

Chloe Bourgeois 🐝

I miss drawing her so much you guys have no idea🥲🥲🥲💛💛💖💛💖💛💕

Just found out that @bnbbletea is a Gabriel (Agreste) apologist💀

Funniest thing is if you gave Sabrina a space potion she probably could move the star to make it arrive at Jupiter again

u go up to a girl who u bullied/helped to bully for years and think she’s rejecting you as a friend when really you just weren’t the person she wanted to see at that exact moment but in general she thinks ur alright and u ask her is there anything i can do to change ur mind about hating me forever and ever…? and she asks you ‘can you realign the stars?’ and you think wow. what a sick metaphor for asking me if i could turn back time and not have played a hand in her childhood trauma. i will say no and leave in tears. but no. marinette’s ACTUALLY asking if sabrina knows how to reschedule a star’s arrival at Jupiter because of its astrological significance and how that could positively affect her romantic relationship with adrien I Love This Show

HEAR ME OUT

Nino’s name with the Bunny Miraculous:

HIP-HOP

Thank you for coming to my ted talk

Mayura is a cool name and all, but I can’t believe the English dub didn’t jump on the chance to call her Peafoul. Like there is an easy pun for evil peacock/peafowl here and they just DIDN’T USE IT.

A pokémon nerd, hoping to become a master…

A wannabe journalist, looking for a scoop…

An insecure girl, afraid to chase her dreams…

A lonely model, wanting to break free…

All they need is a pokémon journey.

Hi there! I’ve been writing a Pokémon AU Miraculous fic if anyone is interested.

Rating: Gen

Relationships: Marinette/Adrien (eventually), Marinette & Tikki, Marinette & Alya & Nino etc.

No archive warnings apply

So a year or two ago I saw this amazing post on tumblr about colour symbolism in Miraculous (I really wish I could source it here but I can’t find it anywhere I am literally kicking myself right now). Anyway, it is an incredible theory and once start seeing the connections you can’t stop. The basic idea is that the some of the colours that characters wear or are associated with symbolise their general motivations. The theory focuses specifically on the colours red, white and black. The meanings kind of evolved as more people reblogged but from what I remember the basic gist is this:

Red= duty / loyalty

White= control

Black= love

I think they actually said that black was romance, but that definition is just a little too limiting in my opinion and broadening in it out allows you to make more connections. I am also broadening out red as well to include loyalty for the same reasons (besides duty and loyalty are also pretty similar, so it’s not that much of a stretch).

Anyway, I bring this up because I saw the post at some point during season 4—definitely before the release of season 5 anyway, but looking back on the latest season just made me realise that oh my god they were so right. So, I’m just going to show you some of things I’ve noticed when it comes to this theory, especially surrounding season 5. (Buckle up guys, this is gonna be a long post).

But before I get into all that, I just want to mention that the placement of the clothing also informs the meaning behind the colour. This was also mentioned in the original post too I believe, but I can’t remember exactly how it worked so I’m just gonna put my own spin on it based on what I noticed.

So when I say the placement of the clothing I’m really just talking about whether the colour is the top or bottom layer of clothing—jacket vs. T-shirt, blazer vs. shirt etc.. The bottom layer is the character’s core motive, with the top layer being more secondary. A lot of the time the secondary motive informs the core one, so it kind of becomes the means with which they achieve their core motive. For example, a character wearing a red coat with a black T-shirt could be interpreted as loyalty or duty coming from a place a love—they do what they believe is right because of the people they love etc.

Ladybug / Marinette

Ok, time to put this theory into action, and what better place to start than the main character? Ladybug’s costume is pretty straightforward: red with black spots. The red obviously represents her duty as a hero, her main motive when in costume. and the spots could either represent her love for Paris or if you’re a Ladynoir shipper, her love for Chat Noir, it could really go either way.

Her civilian outfit is where it starts to get interesting though. Marinette wears a black blazer with a white top underneath. With the white as the core motive and the black as the secondary one, this indicates love from a place of control, and this is backed up by the events of show. Marinette clearly does love Adrien but she can also be very particular about how she approaches her love. She knows every detail about him, such as the schedule she has in “Copycat”, and feels the need to control every detail when she tries to confess to him, such as Operation: Secret Garden in “Gigantitan”. This controlling nature is only solidfied in the episode “Derision” after Kim pranks her on their date. “I should’ve had a plan […] I’ll never tell another boy that I love him before I know everything about him” (11:53-12:04).

Chat Noir / Adrien

Chat Noir is also pretty simple when it comes to colour symbolism in the show. His suit is all black, indicating that his main motive is love. In earlier seasons this most likely symbolised his love for Ladybug but now that he is with Marinette we can assume that it symbolises his generally loving attitude, whether it be towards his friends, family, maybe even Paris itself.

His civilian clothing also points to this same idea, with his T-shirt being black. Adrien also has a white over shirt, but rather than this representing some need for control, I’d argue this more so symbolises Gabriel’s control over him, which of course, does inform a lot of Adrien’s actions. Gabriel’s control pushes the black down another layer—it suppresses it. Instead showing off his colours proudly like he does as Chat Noir he has to leave them cloaked under a white surface, trying to navigate his core motive of love while being unable to fully shake off the white. Think of the many times when Gabriel has kept him away from his friends, like in the episode “Bubbler” where he wasn’t allowed to have a birthday party, or in “Revolution” when Gabriel ships him off to London for the next school year.

Interestingly, this isn’t the only instance where a white top layer indicates control thrusted onto the character wearing the colour. Kagami also follows a similar pattern sporting a white blazer and a controlling mother. She also has both red and black in the bottom layers so make of that what you will.

Another thing to note is that many of Adrien’s modelling outfits are fully white, such as the one in the fragrance ad or the angel outfit in “Simpleman”, representing the complete control Gabriel has over him when he is modelling. Correct me if I’m wrong here, but the only modelling outfit that is not white (apart from the stock photos like the ones in the mansion perhaps) is the one that he wears in “Queen Wasp”. Instead of fully white this suit is fully black, and it is topped off with a black pigeon hat, a hat that Marinette, who is in love with Adrien, made. Additionally, this is the episode where Gabriel almost gives up being Hawkmoth because of how Adrien was attacked by Style Queen in the previous episode. He is less controlling of Adrien and more loving in this episode, even go so far as to hug him in his first public appearance since Emilie’s death, and the black suit reflects that.

However, the idea that Adrien’s all-white clothes represent Gabriel’s control isn’t even just limited to modelling. When Chat Noir is akumatised in “Chat Blanc” his suit also becomes fully white.

In season 5, the Alliance rings are also closely linked to the colour white. The Adrien and Kagami avatars wear all white, indicating the controlling nature of the alliance and the fact that The two of them have no control over how their image is used. Even the virtual space that the avatars exist in is an empty white void, reminiscent of the padded rooms the two are placed in during the season 5 finale, rooms which are used to confine and control the two.

The only time when the Alliance interface is not white is when it changes to red. There’s two times this has happened as far as I’m aware: in “Revelation” when Hoaxer enters the Alliance rings and feeds the people fake news, and in “Confirmation” when Gabriel creates fake footage of Ladybug and Chat Noir kidnapping Adrien and Kagami’s avatars. In both of these scenarios, someone is preying on the public’s loyalty to the alliance rings and their sense of duty to get them to do their bidding.

And look, I know I’ve been straying away a from Adrien a bit, but I also just want to mention that the colour white is often associated with the rich and powerful of Paris in general. This is most clearly seen in “Emotion”, where the VIP party’s dress code is literally all white, reflecting how all the people in that room control Paris.

Gabriel

Speaking of rich and powerful, Gabriel also draws from the colour triad. He does have a few layers that aren’t one of these three colours but his very bottom layer is a white shirt, which isn’t a surprise really, we just went over how he is controlling with both Adrien and the alliance rings. He also has a striped red tie symbolising either his loyalty towards Emilie or the fact that he believes it is his duty to bring her back to life. The white stripes also indicate control, probably to reflect the way that he will do anything in his power to bring Emilie back, like using the miraculous wish, because he is incapable of accepting that sometimes things happen beyond your control and all you can do is move on.

In season 5 he wears all white as his obsession with the wish—his means of complete control, takes over. It could also represent how he’s become even more controlling of Adrien despite pretending to be more loving, (because again, he literally ships his own son off to a different country). Interestingly, in the episode “Destruction” he is inflicted with a cataclysm, a black cataclysm, which could be a visual metaphor for his love for Emilie literally destroying him, which is a really cool in my opinion.

Lila Rossi

Lila is definitely the most interesting character to analyse under this theory, because not only do her clothes draw from the colour triad but even her name does. According to nameberry.com, Lila means night (ie black) and Rossi means red in Italian. She also wears a red cardigan with black underneath—duty or loyalty from a place of love. If we take Lila claims at face value then this makes sense, like in the episode “Chameleon”, when she catches a napkin with her sprained wrist to protect Max, all the while saying things like “I didn’t have a choice” (i.e duty) and “Why wouldn’t I Max […] you’re my friend” (i.e love) (5:40-42 and 5:47-50). But of course, Lila is a liar which means that everything from her name to even the clothes she wears is a carefully constructed illusion.

In the episode “Confrontation” it is revealed that Lila has actually been juggling two fake identities: Lila Rossi and Cerise Bianca. Now this is where it gets really interesting because Lila’s second identity also draws from the colour triad too. Cerise is a shade of red similar to that of cherries or rubies and guess what Bianca means in Italian? That’s right—white.

This can mean a few different things. Perhaps her Cerise persona is more noticeably controlling. Lila’s name directly reflected her clothing, with her first name indicating the the bottom layer (the core motive) and her second name the top layer (the means) so if we apply the same logic to Cerise then maybe her name indicates that this persona’s motives are control from a place a duty, in other words being bossy and controlling because she feels like it’s her job to lead and help everyone.

Another interpretation could be that these are Lila’s true motivations, especially with her being named after the colour white, and if you really want to stretch it, then you could also argue that the red indicates loyalty to herself; she controls everyone because it exclusively benefits her.

it could also be interpreted as somewhere in between. Instead of it being solely Cerise’s fake motivations or Lila’s true motivations it is rather a step closer to the truth. The loyalty to herself theory is, like I said, a stretch. If anything, her true motivation is probably just control for control’s sake, and in this Cerise persona her true colours are shining through a little.

I couldn’t really find a natural place to put this but I also just want to point out here that when she was akumatised into Hoaxer she still had the red and black colour scheme that she does as Lila because she’s still using the same tactics that she does as a civilian, pretending that all she does is out of love and duty. She does also however have splashes of white on her belt, tail and ends of her hair, so maybe that also symbolises her true colours showing through too.

I’m honestly curious to see if Cerise’s clothes will change in season 6 to reflect her name, especially with a lot of the other characters getting new outfits too. Either way I think it’s really interesting how both her fake identities are based off of these three colours.

The great thing about this theory is that it’s not just confined to these four characters. Plenty of more characters also wear these colours, such as Kagami, who I briefly touched on, Emilie (and Amelie by extension), Tomoe Tsurugi, even Nathalie. The only reason why I didn’t delve into these characters is because this post is getting pretty long and I think I’ve made my point, but really, I’ve barely scratched the surface here. There is so much significance with these three colours, they are literally everywhere.

DOES MARINETTE’S SCHOOL NOT HAVE CAMERAS????? I’M REWATCHING THE LADYBUG EPISODE WHY DID SHE GET EXPELLED WHERE THE FRICK ARE THE CAMERAS WHAT THE FRICK

does Claw Noir (refuse to call him Paw he already to cute to handle) remind you of Kitty Noire?

Kinda, though you can see the difference between Claw Noir and Kitty Noir (for example, the outfits).

Who have ever thought that the power vacuum in Paris mayoral offices are filled by a spoiled teenager, accompanied by a mastermind teenager and a villain who whine wherever he was beaten by teenagers?

A change in fate

A maribat fanfic

Chapter 10

Ofcourse after the small break of one akuma free day, the butterfly bitch shows his condom head again and creates a new puppet for her to fight. Just great. Luckily this particular one was not of the murder-go-lucky-kind, but was still very annoying.

The akumatized victim was dressed in a old fashioned jester costume, half and half mask, bells and all. With truly the most horrendous clashing color scheme imaginable. Making Marinette really questioned where the eye bleach was. Hawkmoth what were you thinking with this absolute atrocity to fashion! That aside the akumas power was the real problem for our dear peafowl wielder.

The jester of tears , as the were called, held the power to change her targets emotional state on a very drastic scale. Often leaving their victims incapacitated, out of fear, sadness, anger or laughter, out on the streets. Those raging and ever changing emotions were a large problem for the wielder of the miraculous of said emotions to deal with. As the emotional shifts were causing the peafowl hero a headache from the whiplash and made her lose her footing on multiple occasions. Making the battle that much harder the longer it carried on, but still it was not impossible.

With the aid of her new partner Medusa reseting when needed, Red Robin taking victims away from the battle ground (both working from the shadows) and the very late arrival of the incompetent ‘heroes’. The battle was taken care of witin an hour and upon its conclusion she quickly made her escape.

After all she had more important things to prepare for.

That night under the smog veiled stars Marinette sat transformed atop the Arc d’triomphe. Her partner and close friend Chloe paced around her watching their surroundings with her newly aquired miraculous enhanced vision. Clearly anxious even after they had the whole afternoon to prepare for the coming meeting. Thanks to one of the new rules put in order by the akuma plague.

1: akuma victims shall not be harassed, as they are not in control for their actions while transformed and do not remember the events of their akumatizations.

2: All schools will cancel all classes after an akuma attack.

3: during an attack everyone must evacuated to the most nearby akuma shelter.

So with the afternoon free for planning, under the guise of finishing up commissions, the two now waited anxiously upon the monument for their possible partner.

Marinette cracked open an eye, to watch her pacing friend, from were she sat meditating. Taking in her friend’s pacing transformed form once more. The alpha’s once blond hair now was a dark forest green at the crown of her head transitioning to a light turquoise blue and then returned to blond at the tip of her long braid that swished from side to side, with every step she took. She wore a same forest green cropped short-sleeved pianist like coat with one long tail that drifted down to her knees, under which the snake wielder wore a lighter green and gold armor that covered her from the tips of her fingers to her thighs. A sharp blue diamond sat on the back of her hand matching the one on her knee high boots, allowing for some very nasty knee jabs and punches.

Overall a very unrecognizable look, so that even without the miraculous glamour magic one would not easily recognize her as the mayor’s daughter.

“Medusa, calm down. Your pacing is not going help anyone,” Blue spoke, drawing the rhythmic footfalls to a stop. Chloe, Medusa, letting out a sigh and moved to stand beside her friend. “Could not help it, Blue. The nerves are eating me from the inside out.” The now green haired hero spoke, her foot tapping the floor softly.

“You are not the only one feeling that way,” came a new voice penetrating the darkness. The two females turned their heads to the source of the voice. Medusa’s snapping to the side, while Royale turned slowly. Just standing at the edge of the arc stood the last participend for this meeting, Red Robin. He had come to them from their blind spot and unsurprisingly flew under Marinette’s radar once more. Trained in stealth indeed.

“Can you blame us though,” the new snake user hissed. “You did come to Paris quite suddenly intending to help us, yet you come sneeking in from our blindspot like an assassin awaiting the perfect time to strike.” Red Robin raised his hands in a gesture of surrender, hoping to pacify the armored female.

“I completely understand your distrust of me, but rest assured I come to help in the defeating of Hawkmoth along with removing the false heroes from Paris,” the gothamite spoke with conviction, his eyes focused on the new snake hero. Blue let out a sigh at the rising tensions. Getting to her feet she took to standing between the two. Physically stopping the debate from going any further. “Now there will be no need to start squabeling before our partnership officially can begin. So Medusa please stand down. I understand your reasoning, but we do need his help.” The silent ‘we’ve been over this’ left unspoken but not unnoticed. The hero in green looked at her friend her eyes apologetic before lettting out a sigh and nodding to the girl in charge.

The peafowl wielder then turned to the American hero. “Pardon my partner. She is simply acting out of precaution. Given with how the justice league passed our plea for help as a joke in the past.” Royale explained gaining an understanding nod in return. “I completly understand,” Red assured in a contained but strained silent fury at his former collegue’s. “I would be surprised if I was excepted and welcomed with open arms after the imcompetances the league showed to your situation. Their neglegence is not something to ever be sweaped under the rug and i’ll never ask you to. But I will make sure to aid in finally putting the nightmare Paris is under to rest. That I swear.” His genuine words causing small smile to appear on the blue female’s face. “Glad were all on the same page then,” Medusa spoke the ice seaming to break just a little at the male’s words.

“Now” the blue parisian clapped her hands together ending that part of the meeting in full. “Let’s us get to the topic of our parthnership and the neccesary precautions.” She gained nods of agreement of the other two.

“I’ve given it a lot of thought and propose that the both of you remain behind the scene for the time being. My appearance has both Chat and the imposter on edge already and should you two appear now things could turn against our favor. So during Akuma battles I want both of you to remain in the shadows. Are we agreed on this?” Royal proposed. The new and the expiranced heroes nodding along as she spoke, carefully going over her words.

“I can agree to that,” The Robin spoke. “This will also give us the element of surprise for when they need to be taken out of the fight for good.”

“I also see no problem with this and agree with Reds train of thought aswell.” Medusa added. “But we still will have a role to play during the battles, yes?”

Blue Royal nodded. “Yes you will. You both will mainly focus on what you already have been doing since the last battle. Meaning that you, Medusa will mainly focus on your miraculous powers to turn back time when needed and to keep a lookout for the Akuma’s weakpoints. Then to relay them to me through your miraculous.” Medusa nodded in understanding at the instructions. The peafowl wielder then turned to the vigilante.

“Red you should focus on evacuating any civilians that could get caught in the cross fire. Reduce the amount of casualties as much as possible..” Tim could not help the miniscule flinch at the word casualties. The image of the child being crushed to death still haunting him. “Though I would advise you to do this in your civillian persona as your vigilante attire would tip of the news and the wannabe heroes. But this will only be of when your are already at the site of the akuma. For I want you to primairly focus on finding out who Hawkmoth identity is. Which brings me to this.”

Blue pulled a flash drive out of her fan. Gaining a slightly surprised look from the vigilante but he wisely decided not to ask about where it had been hidden.

“On this drive is all the information I have on all the past akuma’s. From the paterns of their akumatazation and location radious. It also holds a list of suspects on who hawkmoth could be, with possible motives. I believe with this you will have a good starting point for your investigation.” She explained while handing over the drive to the male.

Taking the drive he inserted it into his glove computer, it’s holographic screen automaticly coming to life. Scanning over the information Red confirmed for hismelf the information added up with what the hero had told him. Making him quite pleased with the infomation the hero of Paris had procured for him. This would make things alot easier.

Putting away the drive the male turned back to the two female of the meeting. Giving them a small reassuring smile. “This will definetly be of great help to my investigation. From what I skimmed you are very thorough with all the information you could get. I’ll be able to make good use of it. Is their anyone I should pay closer attention to?”

Marinette could not help the small sense of pride she felt at the vigilante’s words. It felt nice to gain some form of acknowledgement for her work at long last. “My main suspect is the fashion designer Gabriel Agreste. He has both the money and power to keep people silent, is very secluded and his wife, who is no longer with him, could be a possible motive.” She gained a nod of confimation from the male.

“Speaking of targets,” Medusa chimed in. “What are we going to do about the wannabe heroes? I believe I can confidently say none of us trust those two.”

The other two looked at the snake wielder, contenplating her words, creating a moment of silent thought. A moment Royal soon broke. “I have a rough idea of how to handle those two, but you are not going to like it. However I believe it will give us the biggest chance of succeeding in getting their miraculous.” “We’re all ears.” Red spoke, imploring her to continue.

“Chat has put both me and the new LB under a trial period,” the notion made Medusa snort in amusement. “And at the end of this month on saturday we are to meet at midnight at the top of the eiffeltower. I believe that would be the best moment for us to reclaim their miraculouses.” Medusa clearly having some feelings on the matter openend her mouth to speak, but quickly closed it again as Royale raised her hand.

“Yes, I know it is not ideal and I want them removed imediately as well, but that would not work in our favor as of this moment. First, we arent’t certain we will be able to get both of their miraculouses at the same time and if one escapes we might permanently lose that miraculous. Second, if we were to be spotted attacking Chat and LB, or were no longer seen in action, it would cause a city wide panic that would only work to Hawkmoth’s andvantage,” the blue clad female let out a sigh trying to calm her frustration at the overall situation. “As it stands the order of how we deal with this mess is this. We find out Hawkmoths identity, we take out the idiots at this months end and right after take Hawkmoth out of the picture. So we can put this whole shit-fest behind us. Red think you can get Hawkbitch ID in a months time?”

“I’ll get it done,” was his reply, voice filled with certainty.

“Good,” was all Blue said in return. She held out her hand to the foreign hero. “Lets make the best out of our partnership.”

Red took her hand with a firm grip and locked his eyes with the dark haired girl. “Let’s put an end to this senseless bloody war.” He said resolutely, gaining relieved yet tired smiles from the parisian heroes at his conviction.

They afterword remained talking, going over some minor details for their alliance. But in all, the three could agree that it was a very succesful night.

Authors note: So this story has been on bit of a hiatus. Sorry about that no real excuse for that other than school, writers block and life in general have been a bit of a pain the last few years. But i have started to write again, can’t promise a consistend scedule but i will try to upload a chapter every now and again.

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Nothings better on a cold december night then to watch some movies with your loved ones.

This is part of my selfmade challenge weekly fancember. This week is maribat.

So i’ve been gone for a while because of live, school and writers/art block but will be trying to get back into the swing. I’ll also be posting more none maribat related art so hope you enjoy that to😊

A change in fate

a maribat fanfic 

Chapter 06

Marinette let out a relieved sigh as she entered her room and then locked her trapdoor. A safety precaution she installed when her room had been invaded by her former friends and then desecrated, destroying several commissions she had been working on. It had been a large reason for her redecorating. And since her parents did not come to check on her anymore, she could easily instal her locking system. Marinette had avoided them like the plague herself, after their falling out. For they would always give her more work to do whenever they saw her, so that they could go out. She was planning on getting a mini fridge so that she did not have to go downstairs every time to get food and risk getting dragged to work in the bakery, but that was a thought for later.

The noir haired girl stretched her arms high above her head, feeling the satisfying stretch from her muscles and letting out a small purr a that feeling.  Before turning to Duusu, who had come out of hiding. The little floating peafowl had a large grin on their face.

“Okay, so mind telling me what the big grin is for,” Marinette inquired as she took a seat on her leather desk chair, raising an eyebrow at the small god.

“Oh, you noticed, and I thought I was hiding it so well,” Duusu joked making Marinette roll her eyes. She threw a small paper plane, that had been sitting on her desk, at the kwami. Duusu made a playful chirp like sound as they floated behind the little plane, guiding it around the room. Making a game out of how many tricks they could make the origami plane do. Before stopping infront of their wielder. Their smile turning a bit softer.

“I am simply happy that you are trying to expand your pack, even after what has happened to you in the past,” Duusu told her softly, making Marinette feel a bit lighter. Because she had been wondering if expanding her pack had been a good choice. She hoped she would not have to come to regret this decision later on. “Also finding another true soul is very exciting.” Wait, What?!

The casual tone in which Duusu dropped that bomb took Marinette aback. “Wait, what do you mean ‘another’ true soul? And Who?!” she asked perplexed.

The kwami blinked at the omega, a little surprised at the outburst. Then they remembered that Fu and Tikki never explained this and maybe they had chosen the wrong words when they had explained the subject last time. “Let me first correct my past statement of the true wielders,” Duusu stared, quickly shifting into a more serious persona. “Every generation a child can be born with a piece of one of the miraculouses. Like with you having the soul of the peafowl, but it is still possible for there to be more true wielders born within that generation. Just no else can be a true peafowl. Does that make it more clear,” Duusu explained to their little bird.

Marinette was massaging the bridge of the brow at receiving the new information. There was still a lot she did not know. “Yeah, I think it cleared up some things,” she breathed out. “So, who is it?”

“Who do you think it is?” Duusu asked in return. Marinette thought back on the day and quickly came to a conclusion. “It is Tim, isn’t it,” She stated and Duusu nodded. “Is that why I felt so strange around him? Because he is a true soul like me?” She asked further.

Duusu nodded and decided to share a bit more of their knowledge on the subject. “It is a form of a pack bond among the true wielders that has been constant throughout the centuries of their existence. It is draws the wielders closer to one and other and protective over each other. For even if you might not realize it, but your souls recognize each other as allies,” Duusu explains further and then let’s the silence fall over them.

Marinette mulled over the information carefully, whilst thinking back on her own experience with the alpha. She hoped that he would be her ally in what was to come, but only time will tell. And though she was curios she would have to wait to find out for which miraculous he was a true wielder for. She wanted to find out for herself. 

“I think after we completed tonight’s mission, we should go over all the things that Fu and Tikki neglected to tell me. We will also wait to see if Tim can be fully trusted, he did make a good first impression though,” Marinette stated and Duusu fully agreed with her decision. She then flipped over her commission pin board and revealing a map of Paris. It was filled with pins holding notes and connecting threads and circles were drawn over, creating a spiderweb like pattern.

“How about we do a few more training sessions,” The omega suggested to the peafowl kwami. Whose eyes were fiercely staring at a pin right above Fu’s massage parlor.

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The cool night air helped in easing the nerves, that had been growing over the past few hours, that Royal had as flew over Paris rooftops. They had gone over the plan several more times and had trained in guardian creation for hours, testing her limits. So, in all they were well prepared, but if you could take away anything from the movies is that anything can go wrong. Royal hoped luck was on her side tonight as she carefully landed on her chosen rooftop. It was a few blocks away from Fu’s residence and was quite a way above ground. She would not be easily spotted by any curious eyes or her intended target.

The blue hero took a deep breath as her mind filled with determination. “No turning back now,” she whispered to the wind. She unclutched her hand which had been holding onto a small gemstone, a lapis lazuli, with several runes engraved onto its surface. Memory, mist and beast. They had helped in the forming of her guardian.

She grabbed one of the small feathers from her fan, that was secured to her belt, and focussed her emotions. Once she had them focused, she allowed the magic to flow into the feather. Before placing it onto the gem and clenching them together in her hands. Her powers then seeped into the stone and began to take on a familiar shape. Having summoned this same creature over the course of her training sessions.

The creature took the shape of a snow leopard with a long flowing tail. The body was made completely out of mist, making their feet and the tip of their tail almost disappear in the breeze. Their coat was covered in softly glowing blue circle like markings. A pair of white glowing eyes stared up at the peafowl themed hero from where they floated in the air.

“You know what to do,” Royal whispered softly to her floating creature. She received a rumble in reply telling her they knew. It gained the creature a few scratches behind their ear. Before they bonded of over the edge of the roof and dissipated into the air.

The timer has started.

Fifteen minutes left.

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Mist arrived promptly at their destination. Through the window they could see the so-called guardian, that had hurt their master, peacefully sleeping on a futon. Willing their body to dissipated into mist again, they easily slipped into the shop through the small opening under the window.

Once inside they promptly turned to the small turtle kwami that had hidden himself behind the curtain. They stared into the kwami’s eyes and willed their second power to activate. Sending a small memory into Wayzz’s mind hoping he would understand the message it held.

He seemed to have gotten their master message as the kwami’s shocked expression turned calm with a hint of sadness in his eyes. With a small nod the kwami left to the other room were the miracle box was hidden. Mist would follow soon they still had something to do here. They turned to the old beta and began to silently prowl forward.

Thirteen minutes left.

Mist’s markings started to glow brighter as they neared the sleeping elder as their last ability activated. Placing their foreheads together mist set to work on collecting all the memories involving the miraculous or of being a guardian from Fu’s mind and forming them into a sphere of light that they held within their jaws. The fool of a guardian would no longer remember anything about the miraculouses other than what the public knew.

Eleven minutes left.

They quickly swiped the turtle miraculous before going to reunite with the kwami of protection. They soon found him hovering over the miracle box. Mist allowed the little turtle to take a seat upon their head and handed the miraculous over to him. He seemed to be a little sad but ready to leave.

Wrapping their misty tail around the box and making sure their grip was good they took off to the window. Opening and closing the window silently, the leopard could not help a small purr escape as they finished their difficult part of their mission. All that was left was returning to their master. In their glee however they did not notice the figure following them.

Ten minutes left.

Upon their arrival back on the rooftop, the leopard let out a happy growl to gain the attention of their master. The smile that graced her features upon the sight of the guardian and kwami made mist purr happily once more as they handed over the miracle box. Wayzz floated up to the blue hero and gave her a small greeting and apology for how things had turned out. He gained a smile and hug in return.

The tranquil moment was shattered however when a voice pierced the air and the timer beeped. “I did not take you for a thief miss Royal.”

Nine minutes left.

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A change in fate

a maribat fanfic

Chapter 05

The first half of the day had taken a strenuous long time to finish up and had been torture for the four sane ones in the back of the room. The lunchbreak could not have come any later in their minds. The moment he bell rang they had already packed their bags and were ready to go. Now they only had to get past the bitch and her sheep.

The three Parisians were able to reach the door more easily, Marinette had to avoid getting tripped though, then Tim did. As he walked behind the three the liar intercepted his path to freedom gaining him the attention of the whole class. The sausage haired girl gave him a look that reminded him of how some people would look at him at the gala’s he had to attend. It made an uncomfortable feeling run through his body.

“Hey Timothy, you want to sit with us for lunch,” The way she said his name and the overly fake sweet tone made his skin start to crawl. “Maybe we can get to know each other and give you a guided tour before classes start again.”

A small blond-haired omega fully dressed in pink then exclaimed in a slightly high-pitched voice. “You could tell us about all of your adventures around the world,” she then let out a small gasp. “Wouldn’t it be cool if you and Lila were somewhere at the same time, maybe you saw each other?”

An auburn beta, miss tabloid, spoke up next in an almost arrogant tone of voice. “Yeah, but I bet he didn’t meet all the amazing Lila has met.” Both her tone and the way she spoke as if he wasn’t present made his eye twitch in annoyance. A whispered conversation started among the foolish classmates to which the alpha took no interest. He instead took to looking at the three Parisians who hadn’t fallen for the liar. They were waiting for him but seemed to really want to leave the premiss.

Chloe looked ready to fight if the need comes. Her body stood in a defensive position, her hackles raised, infront of the two omegas. Her icy blue eyes glaring blazing daggers at the sheep and spider. Nathaniel had a slightly uncertain look in his visible eye and stood in a fight or flight position. He fidgeted with a pencil that he still had in hand his eye scanning the surroundings. He stayed loyally beside his fellow omega.

Speaking of whom as his eye fell on the noir omega, the same feeling he had felt upon meeting her surfaced back up inside him. He did not know where it came from, but it made him gain a protective feeling over the girl he had just met. So, the glimpse of well-hidden fear in the girl’s eyes made that feeling roar inside him in anger.

He turned back to the orange beta and coolly interrupted her speech about something she so called accomplished. “Thank you for the offer, but I already had a guide tour by Mari-” he did not get to finish talking. For saying the omega’s name made the liar let out a loud gasp. Shit, he started off with saying the wrong thing.

“Oh, I didn’t know that. I hope Marinette was nice to you.” The brunette gave a sideway look to said omega, who sifted her once composed stance into a more defensive one.

“I bet she made some horrible lie about you, Lila,” Miss Tabloid took over with a hiss. “Seriously Marinette, when did you start becoming such a bitch? Jealousy is not a good look for you. So, grow up.” Those words made Chloe release a feral alpha growl. Nathaniel took a step infront of Marinette as Chloe was preparing herself to lunge.

The only ones to not react aggressively back but rather backed off in fear were the pink dressed omega, the goth omega, the small rainbow haired beta and two the darker skinned beta boys. Another blond alpha this one a boy was giving Marinette this disappointed look, that did not sit well with Tim. The rest took to taking on a more aggressive stance in return to the female blond. The room was slowly starting to fill up with a strong aggressive smell. Tim really wondered why the teacher wasn’t doing anything and what the hell he signed himself up for.

The raven-haired alpha turned his eyes to Marinette and their eyes locked. He gave her a smooth motion with his head to the door and mouthing to her that he would meet her at the entrance. She caught on quickly as she gave him an affirmative nod. Good, on to phase two.

“Thank you for the offer with lunch,” Tim spoke loudly and clearly. Breaking through the tension and gaining the attention from the class. The noir haired omega swiftly seized the opportunity to get herself and packmates out of the room. “But I have some prior arrangements that i need to take care. So, I won’t be present during lunch,” He continued in his business persona.

He hoped he would be able to leave after that statement, but the spider wasn’t done with trying to get him into her web just yet. “Then maybe we could help with that. We ca-”

“Thank you for the offer but I rather you not. These are more private matters,” He lied smoothly. “So, if you will excuse me.” The alpha made sure to subtly add some of his alpha voice into his words as to make his statement final. Before speed walking out of the suffocating classroom.

He needed a really strong coffee and he needed it now!

Tim practically flew down the stairs towards the entrance and to who he thought were, the only sane ones. He was a little surprised to see another person standing alongside them. They were most likely from another class. The person had charcoal black hair that had been pulled up and lightly tanned skin. They wore a dark hoodie with a rainbow across their chest, light blue demin shorts and dark leggings over which they wore grey lace up boots.

The moment he reunited with the group and the new addition, an omega boy named Marc, Chloe called for them to hustle out of there before the sheep and spider could catch them. Tim could not agree more.

The group of five walked through the busy streets in relative silence. A welcomed silence from Tim’s point of view. For he was checking if all his braincells were still functioning properly, given all the tall tales he had been subjected too throughout the morning classes. Did that liar not have a filter or off switch? Did the other students not fact check anything? Why was Bustier even allowed to teach? Was any possible intel he could get worth subjecting his ears to that shit?

Alright let’s think of something else, anything else. As if being able to hear his silent cry Chloe then exclaimed that they had arrived at their destination, bringing the ocean eyed alpha back to the waking world. They were standing infront of a homely two-story café in warm browns, reds and cream colours on a less busy street of Paris. Upon the window was the café’s name written in golden lettering, La Fortuna.

“I have never been here before,” He heard Marc mumble from beside Nathaniel.

“The place is not well known but let me and Minette tell you that this place is an absolute food treasure,” Chloe exclaimed with enthusiasm. Before she basically started to drag Marinette inside, who wore an expression that this was not the first time the blond dragged the petite Parisian around. Though she did not seem to mind. The other three quickly followed the two females as the bond threw open the door with a flurry and tinkling of a golden bell.

The inside of the café had that same homely vibe just like its exterior. Right through the door they group was led into a large open room, with a bar to the right and tables to the left. The floor was made out of dark wood and was covered in soft looking carpets. The walls were made wood as well and split in two sections. The lower part being the same as the floor and the upper being a more lighter colour. The place was well lit by many lights on the table’s, the walls and from the simplistic older styled chandelier that gave it a nice atmosphere.

In front of the window, to the left, was a large table able to seat six people, in the back were two circle booths and three smaller round tables were in-between. Comfortably cushioned chairs were placed at each table. In the corner was a small elevated platform that lead to a fireplace with a salon table and two armchairs. Slightly infront of the sitting corner was a staircase that lead to the second floor. Most likely it would lead to the owner’s apartment.

Behind the bar was a window that led to the kitchen were a well-muscled middle-aged man was fast at work. Nearly made the raven head think this was more a restaurant than a café by the smell of the food he was preparing. Giving prepared orders to the barista, who in turn would call out to their waiter to serve. It seemed to be a busy day. As all the smaller tables were occupied, an elderly couple were in the sitting place and several people were either at the bar or at the window table. The atmosphere of the room felt calming to him.

What Tim seemed to learn from his short time interacting with the groups was that Chloe had no trouble making herself known to her surrounding peers. Most likely coming from the fact that she was Parises mayor’s daughter. For she immediately made her presence known.

“Trevor, my man. Me and Marinette have returned to have our hunger be satiated by your define menu,” The female alpha exclaimed upon entry, gaining almost all the attention from the other patrons. The chef, Trevor, poked his head out of the kitchen window, his blond hair pulled back revealing sideburns that went seemingly well with his moustache.

A large grin spread over the man face at the sight of the blond and noir haired girls. His expression mirrored by the female barista and several guests of the café. “Mari, Chloe. Finally gracing us with your presence. Can’t stomach anything else can you,” the man happily called out, as he returned to his cooking.

“I can barely keep anything else down, these days. Truly your magic food is both a blessing and a curse,” Chloe exclaimed loudly making a smooth motion over towards the bar. Marinette slipping from the blond grasp as she did. The mayor’s daughter easily slipped under the bar door to get closer to the window. This was against protocol, but the barista only raised an amused eyebrow at the girl. This seemed to be a normal occurrence.

“Are you certain you won’t take my offer, to become my personal chef?” Her question was answered by a hearty laugh from the chef and several others, including Marinette. “Dear Chloe, this has been my dream for years, to have my own establishment. And nothing not even your puppy eyes shall be able to make me let this go,” Trevor told her, while giving her an almost cheeky smile over his shoulder. It made the blond girl give him a pout, that had Tim and the two male omegas have to hold in a few giggles.

“Aye, and a good thing too. You said it yourself Chloe. Once you have tasted his cooking, you can’t go without,” one of the customers called out, gaining several voicing of agreement from around the room. The girl simply stuck her tung out in retaliation.

After that the group of five took their seats in one of the circle booths, the one farthest away from the fireplace. Tim practically sagged into his seat and covered his eyes with his arms, the exhaustion from the akuma class starting to settle in. Who knew some foolish teenagers could be that exhausting? He could feel the Parisians give him some sympathetic smiles; for they could relate to his exasperation.

He heard the sound of a cup being slit over the table, which confused him because they had only just ordered their drinks. Were they that quick? Raising up from his arms he took in the sight of Marinette pushing her thermos cup filled with the brown elixir of life over to him. “By the look of it, you really need it,” she told the alpha simply and who was he to refuse a cup of good-looking coffee. He gives her a small sound of thanks; before he raises the cup to his lips.

The moment the liquid reached his tastebuds it felt as though the gates of heaven had sprung open wide to him. The powers of heaven gracing him with rejuvenation. Sounds came more clearly to his ears, his nose picked up the smallest smell in the air and his vision cleared from sleep. Truly this was the elixir of the gods. After greedily gobbling down the brown mixture her turned to the one who had so graciously given him this miracle. Asking the girl where on the planet he could find the resources to this brew. She gave him a cheeky grin and told him it was her special homemade brew, that she would ever share the recipe for any amount of money.

Plan B.

Staying seated in the booth the male alpha of the group turned full body to the female omega. Splaying himself over the table as if he were bowing and holding his hands in a motion of prayer. “Oh, marvellous goddess of coffee, I beseech thee to possibly request more of thy define nectar in the coming future,” He pleaded to the girl, making Chloe groan and painfully mumble that there are now two of them. He did not care the ambrosia was worth every drop.

“It’s like we are in the middle of a drama series,” Marc couldn’t help but giggle with Nathaniel, bringing the other three back into reality.

“Speaking of drama,” Tim started straightening up into his seat, cup back in Marinette’s possession. “Can you please explain the insanity of your class? Especially give me the details about the orange sausage haired spider, that is trying to play of at being human.” That description got snort of amusement from the blond beside him. A beat of silence followed as their drinks arrived and placing their orders with the nice beta waiter.

“You have probably already pinpointed that Lie-la is the cause of all the insanity in our class,” Marinette started the moment the waiter left, gaining a nod from the alpha in question. He had already made that connection, it was an obvious one, but he could not pinpoint how she got everyone to belief her. The things she said could after all be easily proven wrong by a simple search on the internet. “She has been keeping a tight leash on the class for almost three years and has been able to make the most outrageous lie sound like a fact to those sheep, that we call classmates, ears. For the life of me I could not understand how she did it, but,” The omega girl turned her blue eyes toward the other two omegas in the booth. “A little birdy told me you two, had a theory as to how she possibly does it.” This grabbed the immediate attention of the two alphas.

Chloe shot across the table in an instant. Mari, Tim and Nathaniel having to grab the drinks before they could fall over as the blond grabbed Marc by his shoulders. “Please, for the ever loving fuck explain how that fucking two-faced lying bitch is capable of turning all of our fucking classmates’ brains into shit,” She cursed out to the startled boy.

Nathaniel gave Marinette a look from across the table, while she just raised an unimpressed eyebrow at the display and took a sip from her iced coffee. Setting the drinks back onto the table, the redhead, now with his hands free, wrapped his arms around his fellow omega and carefully pushed the female alpha away. Luckily, she took the hint and took her seat once more, trying to calm herself with the fruit smoothy Marinette saved. Tim took a quick glance around the room, since they did make quite the scene. But all he saw were some amused glances thrown their way and given the events from their entry this was probably seen as normal, by people who frequented the establishment.

When the composure of his companions was regained, Marc finally started explaining his theory. “Me and Nathaniel belief that Lie-la is a none registered meta-human. And that her ability, much like our lovely nickname for her, revolves around her lies and reinforcing them. Like a form of hypnotism.”

Now that made a lot of sense. If she were a meta-human with the power over lies, that would explain how she was turning others brain to mush. But like with all answers, more questions follow. “But how then are we not under her spell?” Tim asked.

“He believe her power effectiveness relies on the others knowledge. Like with one’s own personal experience or if you know something to be a hundred percent true,” Nathaniel elaborated upon Marc’s statement, thinking of an example. “Like take for instance if Lie-la were to tell you that someone you know has blue hair and is an absolute brat, but you know this person to have red hair and be an absolute sweetheart. Because of this you will not fall under her spell, because you fully know this is a lie,” The red head finished, while scratching the back of his neck.

“Also, when you break through the illusion you cannot be put back under. Giving you a sort of immunity,” Marc added to the finale statement, before a silence fell over them as to take in the information. Gears turning to complete the puzzle.

A sudden chill ran over the group’s spines making all of them shiver, except for Chloe. When the others looked over at the female alpha, they saw a downright sinister expression along with a glee filled smile. The boys felled a small amount of fear for that expression. Marinette could only hope that the following mess would be easy to clean up.

“Queenie please tell us what you are plotting, you are being far to quiet,” Marinette spoke, taking a sip from her mug. The girl in question turned to her friend, the mischievous glint not leaving her eye.

“Just thinking about how we now have all the bloody puzzle pieces to lock up Lia-la behind bars. After all she has done, especially to you,” The blond hissed out. Tim raised an eyebrow at the blond, she must be talking about the European laws involving metas. Metas had more freedom in Europe and were able to walk freely but had to make sure they registered themselves. If you failed to do that you would be given a fine, the amount paid would be determent upon the surrounding conditions. This however was different.

“Given how she openly uses her abilities and seeming to be very aware of them could sent her to in quite a bit of trouble with the law,” Tim started the dialog.  “And with her open display of defamation of several celebrities. Jagged stone, Clara Nightingale and as of today Bruce Wayne and his family and several more. I can already smell the lawyers and juvie coming for her,” Nathaniel continued, Chloe’s grin growing. “Also, over a 2000 euros worth of property damage on my account,” Marinette threw in making marc do a spit take with his drink. Tim was also perplexed at the notion. Tim was about to ask her to explain but this dialog was not yet done.

“If were talking about money that you are owed, Mari. The class probably owes you around a few thousand euros as well. With all the babysitting, custom made clothes and free sweets,” Nathaniel mumbled loud enough for the others to hear.

“That along with the bulling would build up a large case. For not only the sausage but also the other students,” Tim huffed, trying to keep his inner alpha under control. The injustice had made a surprising amount of anger run through him and his alpha roared at it, but he could not understand why. He has heard similar stories, yet he felled really effected about Marinette situation. Must be because she is the coffee goddess.

“One question. Why did you not report any of this?” The raven head asked the omega. She glanced down at her drink with a furlong expression.

“A crush, or rather an obsession,” the girl started with an almost pitiful laugh. “It made me stupid and when my head cleared, I tried to stand up and stop it but was discouraged and looked down upon. I simply got to tired to try again,” She said almost poetically. “But my rage still burns bright. So, if you have any suggestion for the course of action, I am all ears,” true to her words in her eyes roared a controlled cold fire. It was a look that was tired but calculated, something he could see whenever he looks into a mirror.

The air was again tense and silent around the group, only broken by the mayor daughter wanting to get on to a plan, suggesting that they should gather up all the evidence and get the case rolling as quickly as possible. For if she heard any more of this absurdity, someone was going to get hurt. Her bloodlust was almost tangible. Tim could understand why. He had only been with the class for have a day but was also considering some less heroic options. But he thought of how they needed to make sure the spider would not escape justice made him use those thoughts.

“I think we should do this slowly instead,” Tim spoke up. Chloe whirled around to the boy next to her, with a near crazed look and asked him why. “I think we should cover all bases and leave nothing out. So that she and the others can’t slip away from justice. Don’t you agree,” he said with a raised eyebrow at the blond. The omegas took exaggerated sips from their drinks, watching the alphas carefully. A small grin spread across the blond girl’s face and she agreed to his terms.

A more peaceful atmosphere settled onto the group as they saw their food start heading their way and lighter conversation started to wash out the serious mood. But Tim still had one question left. “Why are you including me into this all anyway? You only just met me.”

Nathaniel and Marc turned to the two girls. Who in turn turned to one and other. A knowing smile gracing their features. “Those who suffer together stick together,” Chloe simply stated, making Marinette role her eyes at her choice of words. “What queenie means to tell you is, that we need to stick together to survive this madness. And whenever you like it or not your stuck with us now. For as long as you are staying and even after, you will be a part of our pack. All three of you,” the noir omega elaborated.

Tim was surprised at how she simply she stated that he was part of her pack. It made that strange feeling inside him flutter with happiness almost. In the past he always had to work to get accepted into a pack and she just took him in like that. He did not know how to really feel about it. 

As he and the Parisian started to dig into their meals, he hoped he could truly find a pack here. Because if he was being honest that is all her ever truly wanted, to belong.

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A change in fate

a maribat fanfic

Chapter 04

It was Monday which meant another weak of pain and scorn that she would receive and have to dodge from the mindless sheep, that flocked around the venomous Lie-la, whenever it was commanded of them. Yes, Marinette truly hated Mondays and all that it implied for her. At the very least, given with events of the past week, she would now have both Chloe and Nathaniel by her side during the torture hours of hell.

She made sure her thermos was full of her special coffee elixir that would keep her awake without fail. She was especially going to need it after her long midnight training session with Duusu last night. They had trained so that she had more control over her emotions and in turn her new ability of creating guardians. She refused to call them sentimonsters. Which had left her with little sleep. so yes, her god’s elixir was needed to survive. No-one was allowed to question that, not even Chloe and her worry over Marinette’s ‘excessive’ caffeine intake.

With thermos in hand and kwami safely hidden within her hoodie, Marinette slowly trudged out of her home’s side door. As the noir haired girl walked her way to hell, her still dull sleep deprived senses made her bump into another person. Normally now, if Marinette was awake, Marinette would have just stumbled back a little and apologized, but due to the lack of sleep she lost her grip on her coffee. Something that also happened to the other person upon collision. Both of their eyes landed on the others coffee and then widened in horror as the brown elixir of life started to make it descend to the concrete sidewalk. In a moment of clarity, the two dived for the other’s containers of ambrosia, while loudly exclaiming: “Not the COFFEE!”

To the relief of both of them, they were able to catch the containers without losing a single drop. After making sure their grips were secure the two turned to one and other.

The person Marinette bumped into was a young male alpha, close to her age. She could not help but think that he was rather cute. He had a lean build but seemed to have some trained muscle on him. His wild raven hair danced infront of his blue eyes that reminded Marinette a bit of the ocean. His dark grey and red clothes brought those eyes out nicely. He also had a nice scent, that was a mixture of coffee beans and mint. It made the omega inside her give a small purr, to which he gave a soft rumble in response. The two teens flush and turn away to fight of their growing blushes.

It takes a moment for the two to regain their composure. The alpha regains it first and clears his throat. “Thank you for saving my coffee from impending doom. I don’t think I will survive the day otherwise,” he said with a small chuckle, as he offered her thermos of brown bitter goodness back to her.

“Well you did save my own elixir from its own tragic fate, so I think where are even on that part,” the noir omega replied in a light tone, as the two exchanged beverages. “Sorry for bumping into you like that. I wasn’t really paying attention to my surroundings.”

“Don’t worry too much about it. I wasn’t really paying to much attention either. Happens to the best of us,” The alpha spoke reassuringly. He stretched out his free hand to her, “Name’s Timothy, but please call me Tim,” He introduces.

She happily shook his hand in greeting. “Marinette and it is a pleasure to meet a fellow coffee lover. So, what is the occasion for an extra black with, I believe, four espresso shots?” She could not help to ask in a slightly joking tone. The scent of strong coffee always had a story to it and when it comes to coffee, she could not help being curious.

Tim laughed a bit at her tone, making Marinette preen a little as the tiredness slowly faded from his scent. “Five actually and I pulled an all-nighter doing research on the Paris situation. I ran into my first akuma yesterday and was not so happily surprised by it. Since I was not informed of this before I moved here,” he huffed in slight frustration. he took a swig of his coffee as the two started to walk alongside each other.

Marinette gave the boy a look of sympathy for his misfortune. She knew the decision to go completely radio silent to the outside world had been a stupid idea of the mayor and Chloe had agreed full heartily with her. It had brought several problems that made akuma’s more difficult to deal with. Especially when it came to tourist’s. While the locals were now semi used to the akuma of the day, tourists were not. Thus, they became easy targets to becoming pawns and often unknowingly ran into danger. But Paris economy ran on tourism and the mayor was a fool for making his own pocket money his top priority. Chloe has been trying to change things, but it is a slow process.

“-nette, Marinette,” The omega was startled out of her thoughts by Timothy calling out her name. Her crystal eyes snapped to look directly into ocean ones. “Ah, sorry about that I was lost in thought,” she said with a slightly nervous chuckle and averted her eyes.

“Don’t worry about it. I have those kinds of moments all the time myself,” the alpha reassured. His scent changing slightly to be more soothing, her scent must have reflected her more negative thoughts. She was grateful for the gesture. “But is this Francois Dupont?”

That question made a small ball of anxiety start to grow into the pit of Marinette’s stomach. “Yes…” she said slowly taking in his expression looking for any clues. “Why you ask?”

“I am a new transfer student,” He answered simply. Marinette could immediately feel the small ball explode and begin to create a web of anxiousness trough her nerves. Just great.

She may have just met the boy, but just from the first impression Marinette could honestly say she liked the tired looking alpha. Coffee lovers like them don’t come by every other day either. And now she had to watch him get woven into Lie-la’s web of lies and be manipulated. His future would be ruined and Marinette was in all honesty too tired to deal with Lia-la’s bullshit anymore. She had more important things to worry about now. But it was just who she was, she was a person who cared way too much and could not stop that. So, here she would have to just mentally prepare herself for the inevitable.

Placing her free hand onto her face she gave a small silent prayer for her new acquaintance. She then turned to look at Timothy and was not surprised at the curious look he was given her. Oh, you poor soul. She placed her hand onto his shoulder and looked him directly in the eye. “I am sorry to say this, but welcome to hell. Now let’s go and collect your schedule and hope you are not in my class,” The omega spoke darkly and turned back to her torture palace with a slightly confused alpha following behind her.

Much to the omega’s dismay and dread, Timothy was in her class. The two had just rounded up the tour of the school and were on their way to Marinette’s classroom. Marinette softly grumbling out a few prayers for the alpha as they neared the door, hoping he would not be turned into one of the sheep.

“So, do you have any tips for me, before we go into class?” Marinette took a small breath and took careful thought over how to answer the question. She turned took once again look the alpha over, how looked at her with a curious expression. She would give him a warning before he walked into the spider’s web. Beyond that fate would have to decide for him.

“Just… whatever you hear come out of Lila Rossi’s mouth, try to take that with a grain of salt,” She turned away only to turn back to ad a bit more to her statement. “Or a truckload.”

With that Marinette and Tim walked into the demon’s lair. Marinette really hated Mondays.

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To say Tim was appalled by the lack of intelligence and discipline by both the students and teacher would be an understatement. The things he had heard in the few minutes of walking into the room made him want to sneer in disdain. Akuma class, demon class might be a fitting name.

When he and Marinette had walked into the classroom, their ears had immediately been subjected to the fakest sweet voice he has ever heard. The voice had come from girl with sausages for hair and was regaling a tale of how she saved Jagged Stones cat and then made a song about it. This was one the most atrocious lies he had the displeasure of hearing, but for some reason every student that surrounded the liar was eating that story up and believing every word. That made his inner fanboy rage. Because Jagged was known to have a minor allergie to cat hair. Not to mention that he had raised Fang for nearly twenty years, and cats and crocodiles are not known for being able to live together. So how was she supposed to save a none existing cat?

Upon the alpha and omega duo’s entry a welcomed silence fell over the liar and her possie. Which gave Tim’s ears some relief, but that changed as Marinette went to take her seat. As she walked past the possie and sausage they all turned to give her dirty looks and ‘whisper’ some very rude comments about her. Some even clearly tried to trip her as she passed, but she evaded them with surprising grace leaving those who tried a bit shocked in her wake. Before taken her seat next to a blond female alpha in a white off shoulder shirt and behind a redhaired omega, who she seemed to be friends with as they started to chat.

He had only just met the omega, but from their short interaction he just knew that she did not deserve this treatment. At least she had a few people in her corner and by the looks of the class they were likely the only once with working braincells as well.

The teacher also seemed to lack working braincells from what he witnessed. He was introducing himself as Timothy Mikhail and was telling about having moved around a lot and just moved from Gotham, he felt a shiver run down his spine in warning. Because clearly he had said the wrong for the orange lying sausage haired harpy was released, in force.

She had interrupted him mid-sentence and gone on about how she had helped Batman fight off Two-face and how she had to turn him down at becoming his protégé because she was too busy and had to move around a lot. That then evolved into her talking being childhood sweethearts with Damian Wayne. Excuse him while he vomits. How the Wayne family loved her and then butchering all their names. These were all such stupid lies that could be easily fact checked but nope, these people had no braincells. And the teacher straight up encouraged her on her great ‘achievements’ and as the possie began to make a ruckus, she did nothing to quiet them down. Just instructed him to take his seat next to the redhaired omega, Nathaniel, who was sitting infront of Marinette. Small mercies.

Due to them being occupied, only a few of the possie looked at him as he took his seat and sagged into the chair. He gave a quick glance to his seatmate, Marinette and her seatmate, Chloe Bourgeois the mayor’s daughter, and he could smell the suffering that was rolling of them. He could already relate and could feel a migraine coming along. Was this maybe a mistake? Was any information could get here worth the headache? He needed more coffee.

As Bustier turned to start her lesson, again not even trying to silence the ruckus, the alpha turned to Marinette. “While I am thankful for your warning beforehand, I think it was a bit of an understatement. I need a sea’s worth of salt,” Timothy spoke in a tired tone.

A moment of shocked silence passed between the four. The three Parisians staring at him with wide eyes. Then Choe exclaimed in absolute glee that he had been gifted with an immunity to the absolutely ridiculous Lie-la plague. Nathaniel patted him on the shoulder and also proclaimed him to be blessed. Marinette stayed silent but her eyes were filled with wonder.

When she did try to say something, Bustier interrupted her and spoke up about them having to be quiet. Whilst she completely ignored the people in the front, who were making the most noise. Tim could practically feel the four of them rolling their eyes at the same time.

“Let’s talk more during the break,” the noir haired omega suggested the moment the adult beta had her back turned. He and the other two nodded in response. Now to hoping this first half of the day would pass by quickly.

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a change in fate

a maribat fanfic

Chapter 03

Timothy really wanted to know who thought it was a good idea to put Guy Gardner on monitor duty, because this was clearly not a prank.

Let’s backtrack a bit, the young alpha had gone out after having put all his stuff at his new loft, to go and gather information. He had done some research beforehand on the internet but the blog that had started out decently had turned into nothing but a gossip site. He had not been as thorough as he normally was since he was still a bit skeptical of the situation. He also needed to get a coffee machine.

He had just walked through a few blocks when a loud explosion penetrated the air and made his ears ring like a train conductor was whistling directly into his ears. It took a minute to stop but that did not stop him from scouting the surroundings for the source of the explosion.

He found it in the form of a horrendously colour coordinated person with a large neon orange helmet on top of a circle form glider a few streets away. An akuma. It was real.

He pulled up his hood before slipping into the shadows, like he was trained to and pulled out his hidden utility belt. The Bat pack ways will not be leaving him anytime soon. He then quickly took to the rooftops, applying a scent blocker and ear plugs along the way, towards the danger zone.

Upon arriving on the danger zone another explosion rung loudly through the air making Tim very grateful for the special function earplugs he put in. He took to perch on one of the higher rooftops to observe the situation. By the looks of it the two Parisian heroes had already arrived, but he was not impressed by what he saw. Rather disappointed if not disgusted.

First the akuma; The male threw golden balls, that he got from a metal backpack, that exploded upon impact. Though the explosions them self were small and would only leave any physical damage if they exploded a foot away from you. They had already destroyed some parts of the surrounding buildings though. The explosions were however very loud, as he found out himself and it would be a miracle if the bystanders weren’t deaf by the end of it.

Then came the heroes, if you could even call them that.

Chat Noir was acting like a spoiled child throwing a tantrum over not getting his favourite toy. He kept on trying to trip the new ladybug up while screaming and whining at her to tell were the real ladybug was. Or he was taunting the akuma, who in turn threw more bombs that the mangy cat dodged but then those bombs got dangerously close to the civilians that were still in the area. Did he not realize that his actions could get people killed like that? Was this a game to him and did not like the rules of?

Then there was the new ladybug at first, she had his sympathies for chat trying to trip her up on every possible occasion. That changed when he saw how she subtly led the akuma to the bystanders, bringing them into danger, only to ‘save’ them at the last moment. Oh, how that made Timothy’s blood boil.

He made these observations within a few seconds and he quickly sprang from his perch and into the action. He was not going to let the innocent bystanders become unnecessarily injured by their ‘heroes’ reckless actions, if he could help it.

The moment he safely hit the ground he bolted to a small group of civilians, that were desperately clutching their ears. He placed his hand on the back of the smallest of the group and gaining the attention of the surrounding people. They looked at him with utterly confused and scared looks. Likely they were tourists given by their attire. He motioned for them to follow him, since they would not be able to hear him over the explosions and ringing, and swiftly guided them away from the danger.

Once he got them far enough from the danger zone, picking some more bystanders along the way, he motioned for them to book it out of dodge. Then went to get any left behind stragglers out. There was only one left and the child had gone to hide behind some of the rubble. Looking around frantically and calling out for help as tears run down their cheeks.

He began to run towards the young pup, only to watch in horror as one of the bombs exploded at the base of the rubble. The bomb having been intended for Chat noir who had dodged to the side without a care and allowed the rubble to crush the scared pup underneath. The terrified look would be haunting Tim’s nightmares to come, as blood pooled from underneath the rock. A small hand was sticking out as if desperately reaching out for safety.

Chat noir should be eternally grateful that hawkmoth is only capable of akumatizing one person at a time without aid. Otherwise they would have a super-powered ex-robin on his tail.

It was time to stop this madness. His secrecy might become compromised but so be it. Taking out his grappling gun he took to get a better vantage and knock the immediate danger of his glider. Then he had to destroy the backpack to keep the Akuma  from getting or making any more bombs. Grabbing several explosive birdarangs he took aim.

“IN COMING!!!”

A blue blur of a person slammed feet first into the akuma’s back. Knocking the akuma off their glider and crashing onto the ground, creating a spiderweb patterning on the ground. A loud crack rang through the air as the metal backpack shattered.

The person clad in blue rolled upon impact over the akuma and then flipped backward creating some distance between the two of them, then taking on a battle stance and giving Tim the chance to examine them.

The female was clad in a dark blue tunic and matching leggings with thigh high boots. Around her waist she wore a silver cloth belt and light blue faded skirt that was open in the front and had a peacock motif, given by the fuchsia eyes at the tips of the skirt. Her blue tipped hair was pulled into a messy braided ponytail with two feathers sticking out. Her weapon, a fan, was poised and ready to attack.

The akuma stands back up and lets out a fierce snarl but the unknown female was unfazed by it. She only narrowed her rose coloured eyes into an ice-cold glare, that sent shivers down the spines of all who were watching. The akuma sent their glider to attack the blue clad female, but she easily jumped over it and used their fan too slice through the glider itself. Then she sprinted to her target with great speed. He tried to defend themselves but with their atrocious combat abilities, blue easily throws them over her shoulder before slamming the bud of her fan onto the helmet splitting it in two. Final someone competent has shown up.

A sickly looking black butterfly flew out of the helmet and the peacock themed person turned to the new L.B.  “Ladybug! Purify it!” she commanded shocking said ‘hero’ into action. The spotted girl stumbled a bit and had to throw her yoyo out for a second time before being able to catch the butterfly and then letting it go, now as a healthy-looking white butterfly. She only then then summoned her lucky charm, a bow, and threw it into the air calling out to her power. The bow transformed into a large swarm of ladybugs that went around restoring the wreckage back to its original state and brought back those that lost their life. Like in the videos from the tabloid blog.

Seeing the young child, that had just been crushed, alive and look around absolutely confused brought the Gothamite a certain feeling of wonder and overwhelming dread. Because if these heroes could reverse death how many had already died.

A strange black and purple goop surrounded the akuma bringing the hidden alpha’s attention back to him and the blue clad female. Once the goop receded in the place of the akuma now sat a teenage boy with mousy hair and a pair of round glasses on their face and was looking around completely confused. The peacock theme hero sat infront of the boy and began to talk to him. She seemed to be comforting the boy, but Timothy was too far away to hear what she was saying.

As he saw Chat and LB advance on the two however, he decided it to be best to listen in and gain some first-hand information. He also had a prominent theory running through his head upon having observed unknown hero’s combative skills and actions and needed to see if he was correct.

As the akuma victim was taking away to a therapist, hopefully, the blue clad hero turned to the so-called heroes of Paris. Before she could get a word out however Chat Noir lunged at her with a yell to call out his own power. Luckily though the peafowl easily grabbed the cat boy’s wrist and redirected him into destroying a nearby café chair. Before hurling him to the ground and knocking the wind out of him, but not letting go of his wrist.

“Are you going to attack every person that is not ‘your’ ladybug and is trying to help,” she spoke in a voice that sounded so done with the world. Chat let out a hiss. “I am not going to fall for your lies Mayura,” the blond snapped.

“Do not ever align me with the likes of Mayura,” the bluenette hissed in return, voice filled with a cold malice that made the boy feel a shiver. “I do not expect you to trust me right now, but at least give me a chance to prove myself,” She spoke more calmly now as she helped Chat noir back on his feet, before taking a few steps back.

“How did you even acquire the peacock miraculous?” Ladybug asked skeptically, her eyes glaring into the other girl. Who did not seem to care.

“It was intrusted to me and I was told to use it for the good of Paris. Which I intend to do, no matter what. Paris is my home and Hawkmoth has been tormenting it for too long,” She spoke with conviction her own rose-coloured eyes alight with fire. “Now I belief I should introduce myself. You may call me Blue Royal” She said while placing here fan over her heart and bow her head ever so slightly.

The other heroes wanted to interrogate her more, but a beeping sound stopped  them. A timer. “A month trial period, for both of you, at the end we will meet on Saturday at midnight on the top of the Eifel tower. We will decide how to proceed afterwards,” Chat Noir stated. Gaining an affronted gasp from ladybug.

“Why am I being put on a trial period!” She exclaimed.

“Because you refuse to tell us any information about what happened and where the real Ladybug is! If she were here, we would have no need for you or this hero wannabe,” Chat Noir yelled back in frustration. Tim’s eye twitched in annoyance. ‘You did not do much to help the situation either.’ Timothy thought bitterly and the sentiment seemed to resonate with Royal, given by the way she glared at the two when they weren’t looking.

The two children wanted to argue some more but the beeping sound interrupted them once more. Good they might have turned into an akuma themselves if they continued. Just as the news crew, along with miss tabloid, entered the area the ladybug and cat ‘heroes’ left the scene. They immediately tried to swarm to Blue Royal, but to everyone slight surprise her skirt unfurled from her waist into two large wings. The wings beet down as she jumped into the air leaving gobsmacked reporters and curious Gothamite in her wake.

Though Timothy could have gone in pursue, he decided it best to lay contact at a later time. He got some information to process and work on.

He also really needed coffee.

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A change in fate

a maribat fanfic

Chapter 02

Along with the changes to her room, Marinette had also changed her wardrobe. She now wore a cropped baby blue hoodie over a grey-purple shirt, that matched her leggings. Over her leggings she wore a high waisted demin coloured skirt with matching heeled ankle boots. A new larger purse, more a satchel really, hung from her shoulder. It allowed her to carry her sketchbook and other tools more easily. Her hair now mostly hung lose over her shoulders with two braids coming from the sides and connecting at the back of her head.

Once she was ready Marinette walked at an easy pace to the agreed meeting spot. Duusu Had taken to hiding within her hood, so that they could drink in all of the sights. Being both not used for a hundred or so years and being broken, made this a real treat for the little peafowl. Marinette could practically feel the little god vibrating with joy, to be outside in the world again. 

The sun was shining through the clouds and a soft breeze made the early autumn leaves rustle in the trees, as the two reached the park. Marinette could already spot the red-haired omega sitting on a bench close to the pond in the shade of a willow tree. He was fidgeting with a pencil and his sketch book lay on his lap. His posture looked tense.

By the look of it he too had a wardrobe change. Marinette was gonna bet that Marc had helped with the ensemble. Those two were inseparable. He wore a white long-sleeved turtleneck shirt with grey stripes on his chest. Faded navy pants and a jacked tied around his waist. A black and white backpack with rainbow details sat beside him.

“Hey, Nathaniel,” Marinette called out, gaining said boy’s attention as she neared.

“Hey, Marinette,” Nathaniel greeted, his shoulders losing the smallest amount of tension. “Glad you could come. I hope you weren’t too busy.”

“Circumstances made it so that I had nothing scheduled today. But I do hope you were not lying about it being important. Otherwise I will send the Fury’s of art upon thee,” The blue-eyed girl exclaimed in a posh voice. Marinette hoped that it would lighten some of the tension that was flowing through the air and it seemed to work. There was no need for an Akuma today.

“Oh, I beg mercy of thee. Do not condemn me to such a fate, for I would not dare to break my vow,” Nathaniel exclaimed in kind, placing his hand on his heart. It made both of the omegas chuckle and the hidden kwami purr softly.

“So, what is it you wanted to talk about?” Marinette asked, as nonchalant as possible. As she sat down on the bench and pulled out a thermos from her satchel. Which held the gods elixir, coffee. “It sounded quite urgent from your text.”

“Yeah, it is,” Nathaniel said sheepishly, scratching his neck. “But it is not an easy subject to start a conversation with. Or to talk about in general, I believe. So, let me first ask you how you are feeling. I know you have probably had this question asked to many times already. But I know what it is like to be akumatized and of the nightmares that follow so don’t try to say that all is just hunky-dory great.”

Marinette hummed at his words, raising an amused eyebrow at the last bit. Before turning her gaze away from the redhead. Her sharp eyes scanning the surroundings for any uninvited guests. While she knew Nathaniel would keep to his word the scent anxiety kept her slightly on edge. Paranoia had settled deep into her over the past few years. Only the little hidden kwami’s presence was what kept her calm. For Duusu would inform her if someone with bad intentions was to come close.

After a moment of thought Marinette answered. “I was a bit shaken after the whole event, who wouldn’t? All considered though, I think I am doing pretty good.”

After the whole reveal of her being a true soul, Duusu had helped sort out her emotions. They had given her a few suggestions on how to more healthily coupe with the more negative ones. Who knew writing your problems down on a slip of paper and then watching it burn could be so therapeutic.

She turned her gaze back to Nathaniel. “As for the subject of our meeting. Just be blunt about and we will go from there. Keeping it bottled up and it will only stress you out over time and I really don’t wanna deal with an akuma right now,” She accentuated the last part of her statement.

“Yeah, that would really kill the mood wouldn’t it,” Nathaniel sighed. He took a small breath to collect his courage as Marinette took another sip of her coffee. Then Nathaniel bluntly stated: “I know that you are the original ladybug.”

Cue spit-take from Marinette. Mental panic has reached its peak! Abort!! ABORT!!!

“Uhm…I don’t know wha-”

“Don’t even try Marinette. The amount of times I saw ladybug land on your balcony only for you to leave through the front door and vice versa. Was a big enough give away. After that your physiques just matched up,” Nathaniel boldly interrupted. Leaving Marinette in a stunned wide-eyed stare. “Hey, I might not be a fashion designer, but I am an artist and have an eye for these details just like you.” He said quickly with a small stutter. Since he was feeling a little unnerved at her wide-eyed stare. It was as if she was staring into his soul.

“How long have you known?” The female omega asked tentively, her scent spiked with anxiety. Her body language screamed that she was ready to bolt.

“For maybe seven months now,” Nathaniel replied carefully.

“Did you tell anyone?” Marinette asked further, the tension not leaving her.

“I told no one, not even Marc. I know of the importance and reasons behind a hero’s secret identity,” Nathaniel told her sincerely, allowing Marinette to breathe a small sigh of relief. The redhead then let out a small growl of annoyance. “Unlike a certain tabloid reporter and two-faced liar.” Now that that really got the noir haired girl’s attention even more than him knowing her secret.

“The spell broke,” Marinette whispered as his words settled into her brain as her eyes widened even more, if that was even possible, in surprise. While she had been frightened at the fact of him knowing her secret, but he had not told anyone. She could tell that he was honest in the fact that he had not told anyone.  Since otherwise her identity would have probably been public news by now. Secrets like this would spread around like wildfire with the slightest slip off the tongue.

So, she was now more interested in the fact that he called Rossi a liar. It meant that he had broken through her spell and she wanted to know how he came to this revelation. Had it come after he had fond out about her hidden I.D. or was it something else. She was practically vibrating with a curious need to know and asked him about it.

Nathaniel turned his eyes to the sky, several emotions running trough them. Most prominent was the look of shame and pain. “It did weaken her hold over me, but what really made me realise she was a liar was when she promised to introduce me to one of my idols. One I know to have passed away. I won’t say their name, but that really broke the illusion for me,” He spoke bitterly.

Marinette let out a pained hiss at that. Knowing how painful it is to have someone disrespect your inspirational idols in that manner. She softly rubbed his shoulder in comfort and gave a small apology. Nathaniel let out a gloomy laugh and turned his eyes to the ground.  “You have nothing to apologize for Marinette. I should be the one to apologize. For never mastering up the courage to stand up for you even after I realized Lie-la’s grandeur was nothing more than empty words. And I am truly sorry for that. Because after everything you have helped me with, I really should have.”

Marinette felt her heart flutter at his apology and then he just kept on rambling about how he should have stood up for her. How he should have trusted her. Making her feel hot tears gather in her eyes. She had waited so long to have one of her friends back and here was one. Trying his best to make amends and unlike the rest of her class, he had never hurt her in the same way the others had. He always remained kind to her even before he knew of her secret. He may have been afraid to stand up but did not try to ruin her life like the others. So, she had no trouble pulling him into a hug. At first it shocked the boy, but he gratefully returned the gesture.

“Don’t blame yourself. You did not do anything wrong. You did not turn your back to me like the others did. I don’t blame you for not standing up against Rossi. You would have only painted a target on your back, and she would have made you feel miserable. Like with me,” Marinette whispered. “And I need to thank you for keeping my secret all this time. It means the world to me.” Nathaniel tightened his hold on the girl as a few tears of relief and gratitude fell from his eyes, as the words left her mouth. Duusu nuzzled against her neck in comfort. A feeling of pride washing over the kwami of emotion at his little bird.

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After they let go of each other they settled back into more comfortable sitting positions. The atmosphere feeling lighter than it had been around them for a long while.

“If it is okay to ask,” Nathaniel spoke carefully. “Is the new ladybug permanent? Because if I am being honest, I don’t really trust her.”

Marinette let outa pained sigh. “I made a grave mistake and because of that this new ladybug has the ladybug miraculous. I don’t know how to rectify this mistake, but I will find a way. That is a promise.”

“You always find a way,” Nathaniel assured. “I’ll keep my eyes open as well. I might not be the bravest, but I want to help. After everything I need to help. Even the tiniest bit.” Marinette wanted to say he did not have to. He did not let her say it. “You have forgiven me, but now I need to forgive myself. So let me help. Paris is my home to.”

It made Marinette smile as she felt the sincere emotion and determination flood of her fellow omega. “Now if only I knew how Lie-la is capable of keeping our classmates and others at her bag and call. That might help take bit of stress of my back,” She sighed. Her eyes scanning the sky, hoping it held the answers.

This made Nathaniel scratch his neck again sheepishly. “Marc and I may have a theory on how she keeps everyone under her spell, actually,” He mumbled off.

Marinette whipped around so fast it was a wonder she did not get any whiplash. She grabbed the redhead’s shoulders and looked straight into his turquoise eyes. Her own silvery blue crystal eyes were ablaze with a cold fire. “Please explain how that two-faced bitch is killing all the fucking braincells of the people around us and turning them into fucking sheep,” Her voice had an icy chill to it that sent shivers up the Nathaniel’s spine.

“I didn’t know you could curse,” Nathaniel said trying to curl away from the internally raging female omega.

It resulted in Marinette raising an eyebrow, unimpressed. “Trust me when I say Chloe can swear like a bloody sailor. So, I learned a few things from her,” She huffed a small smirk on her face. She then let go of his shoulders, giving the redhead some room to breath, as a curios gaze replaced the once cold fire. “Please share. My curiosity is going to kill me.”

Before Nathaniel could start telling her about the theory however, a loud explosion penetrated the air. Both omegas turned to the source of the sound. A good distance away they saw a person a top a glider. They cackled madly as they threw loud explosives around.

Really Hawkmoth, can’t they have one day of peace? 

The answer: Nope.

“How about we continue this conversation tomorrow over lunch. Chloe and Marc can join in on the theory. I do believe Chloe will be thrilled to know how Lie-la is capable of maintaining the utterly ridiculous situation at school,” Marinette proposed. Her eyes never leaving the new akuma.

“You are going to investigate, aren’t you?” Nathaniel asked nervously. Marinette simply nodded not looking at him. He sighed, “I won’t be able to change your mind, will I? How can I help?”

“It would be best for you to get to safety,” Marinette advised. Turning to look him directly in the eye and stopping him from objecting. “You have no need to worry about me. I still have an ace up my sleeve. So, trust me,” She assured with a mischievous look in her eyes.

Nathaniel stared uneasily at his fellow omega before nodding. “Alright but be careful, okay, I better see you at school tomorrow.” Was the last thing he said before grabbing his stuff and turning away to go to one of the akuma shelters. Leaving Marinette alone.

Taking a quick survey of her surroundings, to make sure the coast was clear, she asked Duusu to come out. “Are you ready?” the little god asked. Marinette smirked in reply. Let’s see what they were capable of.

“Duusu, Spread my Feathers”

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Moonlight and Sunshine

Those are one of my favorite ways of comparing and contrasting characters.

Hello again, I made an earlier comment where I believed that Marinette should be called the “Sunshine of Gotham”. However, there is one nickname that I think suits her as well. She could be “Gotham’s Moonlight”. Sunshine is bright but it can burn. Moonlight on the other hand is calm and cool, and shines brightest during the dark night. It fits Marinette because even when things got dark in HER life, she always finds a way to make everything and everyone feel lighter and hopeful.

I love it! I feel like that would start a Twitter war XD some people for the #sunshineofgotham side and the others on the #gothamsmoonlight or #moonlightofgotham made shirts. Everyone starts to wonder what side the Wayne's are on. Dick, Ivy, Barbra, Stephanie, Superman, Duke, Aquaman, Beastboy, Starfire, and Flash are on team sunshine, Jason, Tim, Selina, Harley, Cassandra, Raven, and Cyborg are on team moonlight. Bruce, Diana, and Alfred? They're on team #princessofgotham.

Damian? #angelofgotham.

And yes they all have shirts. As well as buttons, hats, jackets, and tot bags.

Harley and Ivy wearing their shirts and that's how they find out which side they're on. Harley's crying in a corner like "I don't know who you are anymore!"

This is absolutely 100% valid and it does help me see how they write Sublime differently, that maybe they are trying to imply that any actual flaws are purposefully hidden by her to make sure she appears better (again, her having fear or struggles is not an actual flaw). If they're truly going for this angle, like I said I would love to see her do more with her, so it would be great if she eventually reveals to Marinette (or anyone, but probably Marinette) some true character flaw, rather than just that she struggles with her disability (again, not a flaw, it's a very real, human characteristic that no one should be ashamed of).

Thank you for sharing your experience. It absolutely did not come off as rude, so don't worry! I myself am just sick of disabled people being treated as sources of inspiration (and only worth anything IF they're "inspirational"), and I felt they were doing that with Sublime, but perhaps they are actually subverting that and I took it too literally. Thank you for pointing that out! I will definitely see her from a different angle next time.

And yeah I pointed out in another post I LOVED that she joked about her disability! I also deal with my disability with humor!

Thoughts on Sublimation - Sublime

Okay, first of all, girl needs a real ass name not just "Sublime" please tell me that's a nickname.

But also omg so pretty with her hair like this okay.

But real thoughts now. I don't like how Mary Sue she is. Don't get me wrong, I do really like her so far, but she's just... TOO likeable. She has no character flaws. To me, it's coming off like the writers thought "disabled" and "traumatized" counted as character flaws which is frankly insulting.

I'm hoping I'm wrong here and they're gonna reveal more about her that will add some more interest and flaws, but, seriously, her being disabled is NOT a flaw, and there's no need to make her perfect to "make up" for her disability. It gives me disability inspiration obsession vibes, which is icky. Disabled people do NOT have to "overcome" their disability and be AMAZING people just to be worth your attention.

Again, I hope I'm wrong, the show has dealt with disability better before, but I truly just hope they add some spice beyond *trauma*, which is also not a character flaw.

I AM excited to see what they do with her!