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So I’ve finally got down and added Connections, SuperChat, Bio!Dad Bruce, and You’re not just my friend up on Ao3.
I swear I’ll try and get all my works on there by the end of the week.
Hopefully 😅😬😅
Edit: All works are currently updated and posted on Ao3
Maribat March Day 6: Bad Luck
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This isn’t right. Marinette complained for the millionth time. No matter what she did or what plan she concocted, there was no way to get Jason out of the League without inciting an incident.
I know and we hate it too.
The only option is for us to leave on our own.
It was still weird having him in her mind. Passing through the celestial realm opened a gate that let them speak to one another like they do their Kwamii, but it’s taking some time to get used to it. But when they do, the two of them could talk for hours about their lives after meeting Plagg and Tikki. But never the time before.
But can’t we do something? She started to run scenarios again.
We can’t, pixie, not without you being caught, or revealing that I am the Vicis. It’s just bad luck and our hands are tied.
But that shouldn’t mean you have to suffer, there, now.
Bluebell, it’s best if we don’t involve either of you in our escape.
She means well, Plagg.
I know Sugar Cube, but the facts stand. We can’t have you help us without war being incited by either side.
I have to agree with Plagg. Tikki resonated the sentiment. And it will always be a cold day in hell when that happens.
Maribat March Day 5: Anarchist
Accidentally wrote day 6 for day 5 whoops
Is it more chaos or general agrivation more than anarchy, yes. Do I love it all the same, also yes.
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"What is that!?!" Jason shouted, as a siren blared through the tunnels of the complex.
"You don’t know?" The girl, Marinette, shouted as she held her hands to her ears.
He could barely hear her but he shook his head regardless. Plagg flew up, his little paws holding his ears flat to his head.
I’ll go see what’s going on. He heard a light cheery voice in his mind. And then the little red bug kwamii disappeared. It wasn’t too long after that the Kwamii, Tikki his mind supplied, returned. The alarm started to quiet and became a constant hum.
"They found out you aren’t in your room." Her cheery voice supplied.
"Merde." Marinette cursed. "Are they going into lockdown or just high alert?"
"They are in high alert, but you need to get back without being seen."
"Okay." She got a look on her face and her attention snapped to him. "That might work."
"Mari what are you planning."
"They are looking for me, right?"
"Yes."
"But not him, right?"
Maribat March Day 4: Siren
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In the end, Marinette was accompanied by Guardian Shun’itsu and their protégé, a girl roughly her age. She had trained with the two of them for almost three weeks before they had to leave. Apparently they used to do this trip on horseback, but not anymore. Now they would climb down the mountain to a village at the base, where they would board a train. That is until they reach a stop that an agent would escort them the rest of the way.
So yes she did have to carry a pitcher of water, in a sense.
This ritual would apparently work best and easiest of both the ladybug and black cat were alive and were doing it simultaneously. Each of them would be at their counterpart, creation at the pits of Lazarus while destruction at the pool of Ambrosia. But this was only her so it would be harder and it would take more time.
She stared out of the window of the car they were currently in. A Shadow had showed up at the station and led them to the car. She just watched the forest thin and thicken as they wound up the mountain. They stopped at a small village, similar to the one at home. Where they started to ascend the rest of the way.
Marinette didn’t know what she expected, but it wasn’t this.
The base was similar to a that of the temple, only for the fact that they were built and carved into the giant mountains that oversaw the valley. But the similarities ended there. Where the temple spired through the mountains organically, this seemed to be carved from the face of the mountain itself.
"Hello, and welcome to Nanda Parbat." A woman stood in front of the gates. "Which one of you is the Ladybug?"
Maribat March Day 3: Butterfly
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There was never a day to relax. Everyday brought on more and more studies, text, incantations, and even bruises. Yet she was happier than she could ever remember. She had started to learn the language used in the Order, which greatly improved her relationship with Su-Han, who was appointed her mentor. But that wasn’t the only language she had learned. Those chosen by Kwamii, were of any and every race and culture. So she picked up other languages, ranging from English and Spanish to Arabic and Swahili. Overall she learned about a dozen languages over the six months she was here.
"Guardian Yùnqì." The familiar voice of Su-Han caught her attention in the quiet library.
"Guardian Kuí." She turned towards her teacher, with a slight bow of her head. "I hope the day has been well to you."
"It has." Was his response, yet Marinette noticed his shift in his mood. His usual calm stoicism was replaced by a simmering anger just under the surface.
"Su-Han." She whispered breaking him from his growing stupor.
"I do not know how this happened, yet it has been decreed." His usually intimidating posture sagged slightly. "As of today, you shall begin to prepare for the Renewal Ceremony."
"Is that a bad thing?" Her genuine curiosity on display.
Maribat March Day 2: Signals
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He hated this!
He hated the fact that he woke up, by being dumped into a burning liquid. Hated that he was wrapped and bound so he had to claw himself out. Hated how the water forced itself into his lungs as he tried to break the waters surface.
Why does this all keep happening to him?
He hasn’t seen or even heard Plagg since the cemetery. And now he was coughing up acid green liquid, as every inch of him burned.
Someone charged at him and he attacked on instinct. He was able to take the knife from his attacker, and he stabbed them. He made sure that they couldn’t get back up, but he didn’t kill them. No they were alive, severely wounded, but alive.
Behind you, duck.
He did as he was told and a second assailant flew over him. He never saw them, but trusted Plagg’s words. Once he did have eyes on them, he quickly defeated them.
Step right. Turn.
Again he trusted Plagg’s instructions and a pair of people emerged this time. They continued to fight, Plagg’s warnings and signals aiding him. He wasn’t perfect, as the kick to his ribs, and the blade that dug into his arm, proved, but he was good enough to stay standing.
He fought for what felt like hours, bodies strewn all over the floor, but he hadn’t taken a life. The knife in his hand started to slip, as it did he flicked it back firmly in his palm.
Maribat March Day 1: Origins
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Marinette was, what most would consider a normal, happy, child. But that was far from the truth.
She was ten when she finally noticed something was off.
Her parents as much as she loved them and they said that they loved her. Never made time for her. Never asked more than how was her day, so she would ramble about anything and everything. She never had a curfew and her parents never seemed to worry. That's when the bullying began.
She was eleven when she recognized that the bakery was the top priority and not her.
Her school life was in shambles. Her friendships were strung by a thread, with even a whisper from Chloé, they would abandon her.
So when a small box appeared in her room, at the age of twelve, and from it a small red creature asked her to leave with them she agreed. They talked for hours, extending for days (a bit over a week in total), before she was truly good and ready to leave Paris. They spoke about their lives (existence in Tikki’s case), the powers and responsibilities that would be placed upon Marinette, but most of that time they enjoyed one another’s presence.
The creature listened to her, actually listened to what she had to say, gave her a choice, so she agreed to follow the creature.
In the middle of the night she packed a small bag and stood in the center of her room. "Are you ready, Marinette?" The creature, Tikki they called themselves, chirped. "As much as I can be." She looked the creature in the eyes and everything spun. It felt as if she was floating, or not, as she slammed onto the stone floor.
Day 10 Mask of Maribat Spooktober 2023
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Guess who isn’t dead
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The second after they agreed and he shook her hand, the air rippled again. They were in someone’s apartment, lair, workroom might be a closer word to it. The room was small but seemed to also be endless. On one wall was a kitchenette, while two of the other three walls were covered with pinboards, sketches, and a wall of fabrics. A giant table was in the center of the room, and a door with two giant windows on either side occupied the last wall.
"Where are we?" Jason knows that the question of how is magic, so where is the next.
"A pocket dimension of mine." She shrugged and walked up to the table.
"So who are you, really?"
She gave him that stupid smirk again and he wanted to hit her and protect her at the same time. "You know my face but I don’t know yours, and you still ask me that."
"I don’t trust you."
"I don’t actually know you either, much less actually trust you. But since you are helping me you can just call me Mira."
"Fair enough." He walked up next to her. "So what’s the plan?"
"Bats is preoccupied, so we have maybe an hour, and if my hunch is correct we can’t leave a speck of evidence."
"And how would you know that."
"Let’s just say I’ve got a good feeling." A knowing smile and a glint in her eyes, almost made him ask but thought better of it.
Day 9 Witch of Maribat Spooktober 2023
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Mari didn’t have a clue where she was going to land but she didn’t care. And if her suspicions are correct, she isn’t about to be interrupted, by one of the few people she would rather slap across the face, than talk to. Her coat was warm enough, but she summoned a scarf that she wrapped around her neck, covering her up to her nose. She didn’t know why she actually left, just that something, or someone (the kwamii), wanted her to be somewhere.
She walked through Gotham’s streets and of course she would notice them.
Street kids darted through the alleys and it hurt her heart. There was a reason why she helped Prince Ali often, she loved making the kids smile, she loved them since they reminded her of him. So she went into a dinner and ordered a giant pot of chicken soup, with chopped vegetables. Lugged it back to where she saw one of the braver kids, who was the look out as Jay pointed out to her so long ago.
“Go get the others.” She smiled at him but he just watched her suspiciously. She sighed and set the huge container on a sturdy looking box. "It’s only a little thing but…" She scooped out a serving and handed it to him. "I want to help if I can."
The boy tentatively took the cup of soup, but asked her, probably because of her accent she assumes. "Why do you care, you aren’t from around here?"
"A friend of mine was from here and he…" She doesn’t know how to say it. "He got out, he talked about it a lot, so if I can help in some small way."
"They already know." The boy said and just as he did several children walked out of the shadows. She started handing out cups and the smiles and rosy cheeks that the soup warmed made her smile.
Day 8 Familiar of Maribat Spooktober 2023
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Six years had passed and Marinette decided it was time to go back to Gotham.
She was taking a break from her designs for a bit and Luka and Jagged asked if she wanted to tour with them for a bit.
And who was she to say no. She loved them both, one was her boyfriend, while the other was his dad (and her pseudo crazy uncle). Gotham was Jagged’s hometown so it made sense for him to stop there on his North American Tour.
So here she was after six years, the cold autumn air was chilly but not too cold yet. The sky just starting to shift into dusk, casting more shadows than usual. She and Luka were walking hand in hand under the giant white oak when she noticed it. The stage, the cannons, the man standing in that horridly tacky green and purple three piece suit.
Day 7 Red of Maribat Spooktober 2023
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⚠️Character Death
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Jay and her had been inseparable the next day, and then Friday came around.
Again he was missing from school and a sinking feeling started growing in the pit of her stomach. And then Saturday rolled in and it was quiet, no rogues and burglaries, just quiet. Something was making the hair on the back of her neck stand and she did not like it one bit.
She was sitting in her apartment but she couldn’t sit still. The snow came early as there was white powder starting to line the streets. She grabbed a warm jacket and snuck out through the fire escape.
She didn’t know where she was going just that she needed to get somewhere.
Marinette picked up the pace to the point she was sprinting through the warehouse district. She wasn’t paying attention so of course she fell flat on her face, not noticing or caring she split open her lip.
"Meow." A black cat was sitting inches in front of her. It’s green eyes watching before walking a few steps and looking back at her. She took it in for a moment before a little red bug appeared and landed on its nose. It shouldn’t be possible, unless. The two creatures faced her, as if they wanted her to follow.
She stood and then, the cat started running and she followed. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears and the cold night air stung her lungs. She could taste blood from her split lip, but she didn’t loose track of the cat and the little ladybug.
Then she heard it.
Day 6 Cat of Maribat Spooktober 2023
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Well shit.
"Miss Marinette how do you know of the kwamii, especially those two?" Alfred questioned and she curled a bit under his gaze.
"I… Paon." She looked up at him, but averted her eyes towards Jay, but he was staring at both herself and Alfred. "August 24th 1944."
She looked up, the words she was speaking didn’t seem like her own. But she knew them all the same. Alfred seemed to pale.
"How do you know that?" He staggered slightly, catching himself on the back of a couch.
"It’s when they were lost." She shrugged, the story that Fu passed to her easily came to her mind, because it wasn’t her memory but Fu’s. (Guardians pass memories along to the next so they wouldn’t repeat the same mistakes.)
"I am so lost, Alfie?" Dick rose and tried to get the older man to talk.
"You are much to young."
"Ha." She snorted. "And you think I didn’t tell Fu that."
She crossed her arms.
"Where are they? You said they were lost, how? I can’t seem to remember." Dick had gotten him to sit down but his every question sent pangs through her heart.
"They have been found, and are safe." She was still fiddling with her ring.
"The miraculous of the black cat." Alfred spoke so certainly that it forced her to look up, away from the the kwamii she had drawn. "Where is he? He can come out, we…"
He looked around at the boys but stopped when his eyes landed on her. Silent tears rushed her face, all the words she has been wanting to share choked her.
Tikki, she wishes she was still here but that will never happen. Plagg, she didn’t meet often but he really did care about her, the other kwamii, and especially Chat Noir. Chat Noir has it worse she has told herself constantly. More than likely Plagg was his friend too and then overnight without warning he was gone, no way to contact her, and not knowing why.
"Nettie…" Jay stepped towards her, quickly glancing between her and Alfred, stopping in his tracks. "What’s going on?"
"They’re gone." She finally choked out. "I got the grimore, Nooroo, and even Dusuu back, but… I miss them."
"What did you do?" Alfred dropped down onto the floor and lifted her chin.
"I won the war in Paris."
Day 5 Pumpkins of Maribat Spooktober 2023
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It wasn’t until Wednesday that she was able to talk with Jason again. The teachers told her he was out sick but she didn’t believe it. Every call, every text she sent was ignored. She doesn’t know why he was ignoring her but something was weighing on her.
She walked into home room and there he was like normal, but he didn’t look up and give her a nod or even acknowledgement. Even as she put her things down, he turned away. So she sat down not saying anything but put the journal down between them, like any other day.
Neither of them moved to write, much less actually spoke, and their silence continued, one class, then two, three, by the time lunch came around she had enough. Whenever the bell would ring he would practically run out of the class. And in the next class he would ignore her again. So, before fourth period would end she grabbed the back of his school blazer. The bell ring and she held tight. He got up but was forced to pop back into his seat.
"If you hate me and never want to talk to me again…" She choked out. "It’s fine, but just tell me so I can get over it."
Tears began to sting her eyes, she was staring at Jay’s back, her hand now falling back into her lap.
"Why?… Why would I hate you?" He turned towards her, and she finally got a good look at his face for the first time that day. His eyes were puffy, one looks like it had been swollen shut.
Day 4 Leaves of Maribat Spooktober 2023
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She’s been at Gotham Academy for a little over a month and the seasons were starting to turn. She was sitting in Gotham Park under a giant white oak in the middle of the park.
Sure she had to deal with an odd rogue here and there but this was peaceful.
"You know you shouldn’t be alone." She looked up from her book and saw Jason standing above her.
"I haven’t been here that long." She put away the sketchbook in her bag as she got up.
"Really?" He reached above her and plucked something from her hat. "It seems you’ve been here long enough to start growing leaves, Nettie."
"I wouldn’t have if you actually got here when you said you would." She pouted at being called out, mostly because she did loose track of everything that happened around her. More than likely she was under that tree for an hour or two.
"B was being a pain, Alfred’s been watching me like a hawk, and…" He trailed off, he looked down kicking the ground.
"Jay." She grabbed his hands, they were cold but he didn’t seem to notice, pulling them up as his eyes followed the motion. "What happened?"
"It’s nothing." He grumbled looking away from her. So she grabbed his shoulder and squeeze them.
"Jason Peter Todd, Wayzz help me, for fucks sake something is bothering you so spill before I make you." She pulled him up slightly so they were eye level with each other. She was taller by a few centimeters but still.
"It’s nothing, really."
"It’s not nothing." She let him go. "You don't have to tell me, but if you want to I'll listen."
"I… not yet."
"Okay." She didn’t pry but knows her friend needs a distraction. "So why are there skeletons and spider webs going up everywhere?"
"What do you mean, it’s October."
Day 3 Curse of Maribat Spooktober 2023
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On one hand her parents were supportive and agreed that her taking time away from Paris would be good for her. So they helped her pack on Saturday night, seeing as she was leaving very early on Monday morning.
She didn't hear anything about Gabriel Agreste, but there were whispers wondering why Hawkmoth was quiet.
No she hasn't said anything, except to Luka, no one else knows that the war in Paris is over. There was no way she could after all. She couldn't become Ladybug, and she couldn't do it as Mari without her life turning upside down. Hopefully the people of Paris will believe the miraculous went dormant.
Hopefully.
Sunday she tried to adjust to E.S.T. so she wouldn't be too jet lagged on Monday. And it worked to an extent, mostly she got some much needed sleep and was able to make it through with a cup of coffee.
Day 2 Vampire
I didn’t mean for this to become a song fic but that’s where it ended up (Vampire by Olivia Rodrigo)
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She woke up the next morning, and it was so peaceful. She didn’t have to worry about Hawkmoth, she didn’t have to worry what her classmates thought of her. That just gave her so much freedom in fact she smiled, taking a breath of air for the first time in what seemed like years.
She bounced downstairs, earlier than her normal on a Saturday morning.
"some one is in good spirits today." Her Maman smiled as she came into the kitchen.
"Of course I am!" She tackled her mom in a hug.
"Did something happen at school?" Her Maman hugged her back. A second later her face turned somber, knowingly she asked. "Did Lila do something?... Alya?"
"Yes and no. I'll tell you and Papa at dinner."
"Okay Baio Bai." She flicked her on the nose. "For now help me get your father to eat something." She held a tray of berries, yogurt, granola, and coffee up for her to take down.
"Well isn’t this a surprise." Her papa smiled as she walked in to the bakery kitchen.
"Well it’s too nice to be crammed in my room." She offered.
"So what did your mother send?" He clapped his hands as flour clouded in the kitchen.
"A few staples." She started mixing granola into the yogurt, and tossing in a few of her papa’s favorite berries, before handing him the bowl.
"Any plans princess?"
"Don’t know." She shrugged. "Maybe walk around and sketch. I was also thinking about dropping by the Couffaine’s."
"Does he treat you right?"
"Papa!!" She blushed, covering her face with her hands. "He’s a good friend, nothing else."
She finally muttered when she found her voice again.
"He is a good kid Mari. Besides if he doesn’t he has to go through me."
She could only laugh before excusing herself.
She never thought of it before, never let herself truly think she could be in a relationship, but…
Day 1 Moon
I don’t know if this is going to be a stand alone or a short part story or if it will be the whole month.
Let’s see where it takes us.
I’m restarting my permanent taglist since I’ve been inactive for so long. Sorry!!!
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Three years.
THREE YEARS!!
she has dealt with this stupid Moth's reign of emotional terror. And she is done.
She is done with Chat's dumb jokes and worse, his unwanted advances. she is done with having no one she can trust. she tried giving second chances to Alya, Nino, and even Chloe. But each time she did they broke her trust again and again. She stopped calling on other holders.
She is done with fighting this war alone. She reached out to the Justice League but they laughed in her face. So she stopped asking for help.
The Akumas would target the non-holders group of heroes so often and defeat them or worse until the cure would be cast. that they either left the city or gave up.
she is done being alone and fighting this uphill battle alone.
She doesn't know when the change happened but it did. Her suit darkened and changed, to a point where most was a pitch black. Accents of red and black spots littered the suit, but it darkened.
She couldn’t stand it anymore, her hero life is suffering because she had no one to turn to. That leaked into her personal life as well, she couldn’t trust her friends, so as the guardian, she wiped their memories of ever being a holder, and in Alya’s case the fact she is Ladybug. On top of that Lila held on to her threat, and it came to pass, the class turned on her, as they iced her out of their lives she did the same. She focused herself into her brand and grew her client list.
