#THE MOST PRECIOUSSS

[jasmineaoi]

It's okay sweetieeee😭😭💓💓

I love youuuu

You can be successful! I know you can! Maybe not here but somewhere else!!

Im sure, moondae and the others will never forget you too!

I def wont, you and Ha iljoon will be on my mind🥺

[lambthebeloathed]

fancy ass title

hi guysss >_< 2day im just gonna rant abt some spiritual stuff so stay tuned if ur interested !! :3

ok SOO one thing i gotta acknowledge is SHIFTING!! bc its one of my favorite parts of this fun time

i personally believe in the infinite realities theory (obvi ^^) and that we r ALWAYS shifting. like when i say always i mean it. theres a reality where you didnt just take the breath, where you didnt just move your finger, so on and so forth!! shifting doesnt have 2 be this big deal thing bc its just utilizing the skills u already have, ya know? ^_^

much like shifting (but also not <_<) is astral projecting!! now, i can n will admit, i dont know much of anything abt astral projecting. . . buuuuut it sounds rlly cool!! i suggest u check that out if u havent already :3 i saw a lot of ppl talking abt it 2 connect w/ their deities some years ago ? n i think that would be of interest 2 loootss of ppl

back on track !! so, ya know how i said shifting isnt this big big thing? ...most spiritual stuff isnt! u dont need a whole room dedicated to ur craft, its honestly just something to incorporate into your every day life :3

i mean, i have a drawer dedicated 2 where i put my spiritual stuff 😭

this does include deity work!! one thing i hear i a lot of is

"i dont have money/i dont have space/im scared im doing it wrong"

which is valid!! you being scared of new things is valid!! but it certainly doesnt help, does it?

i assure you, your deity wont be angry that you dont have these grand gestures :3 i feel like a lot of u see the Divine as these anger filled beings, but really, its much like crows giving us shinies!!

do you judge a crow for just giving you a bobby pin? NO!! bc its just OMG A CROW GOT ME SMTH HOW PRECIOUSSS 😍😍😍

please stop being afraid to mess up, my loves, its your craft. its not MY craft, its not THE INTERNETS craft, its yours. ^_^

we covered a range of topics here BUT i did say it was gonna be a rant sooooo... u get a rant! >_<

have a good one cutiez!!! :3

[onlyswan]

i went through the five stages of grief reading the latest drabble. IM LOVING PROTECTIVE BF KOOK 🥹🥹 HES SO PRECIOUS FOR CRYING AFTERWARDS :(( he has the most gentle heart <3 AND I LOVE JIMIN AND OC BEING BESTIES !!!😭😭😭 THEIR INTERACTIONS ARE SO PRECIOUSSS MY LIL KOOK CREW. i’m gonna have to tussle with juwon for messing with our precious oc ! >:( how dare he hurt our baby 😞 THANK U FOR THE LATEST DRABBLE!! FETUS OCKOOK CRUMBS 😭😭🫶

JUNGKOOK BEST BF ON THE PLANET !!!! 😭🫶🏼 POOR BABY I FELT SO BAD FOR HIM TOO :((

jimin and oc being besties prolly gonna be my next favorite thing to write this yearrrr 🤭 LIL KOOK CREW IS SO CUUUUUTE

everyone feel free to do whatever they want to juwon ask oc for his address because they still know it LMAO

AND THANK U FOR READING 🥺🥺🥺 LOVE U

[multi-royalty-arc]

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send ✨ or ( ‘SPARKLE’ ) and i’ll tell you at least one thing i like most about you, your blog, your portrayal, or your muse.

RORY MY PRECIOUSSS!! I know we've only known each other for like a week but I can honestly say you just give off immaculate vibes. You're the absolute sweetest and I just wanna squish and protect you! I love chatting with you and i'm glad we have our server now!! Your blog aesthetic is beautiful and I LOVE how you write Mallory OKAY. With no doubt about it. I love her and I love you!!

[polar-stars]

MarYu: Tongue Tied

A ship-centric playlist in relation to the fanfiction “Shokugeki no Kimiko”: 

https://open.spotify.com/playlist/0xXGY5wLeAXyRl4wlDhn1o?si=b6e8fdd8ce5f4e8d

🧡🖤🧡🖤

THIS- has been out for a whole month now but I completely forgot to post it here? (I am dummy)

Anyways, yes, of course I’d have a playlist for my BABIES- MY PRECIOUSSS, who do you think I am?

For a bit of SnKimiko-context: I like to think that Zenji has harbored feelings for Yuki for pretty much the majority of high school. Feelings that Yuki has always been a tad bit oblivious to, seeing that Zenji never quite brought up the confidence to really act on them (and I can imagine Yuki mostly consuming media where the men tend to be a lot more assertive?). 

He is ultimately the guy at Polar Star, who she does find herself spent the most time with overall & always seems to gravitate towards him more than to any of the other guys. 

I always liked to make MarYu’s story in SnKimiko-Verse about missed opportunities so to speak, as in just can’t bring himself to confess throughout highschool. He initially planned to do so at the graduation party but...chickens out at the very end still. 

And for a while, as both begin to navigate adulthood and try to figure their careers out..they temporarily loose sight of one another - only to be reunited through Shun and Ryoko later down the line. 

They start spending time again together and...spoilers, but this time Zenji doesn’t let the 2nd chance fate has granted him with slip through his fingers again *wink*

[fujipixels]

♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡ ♡

[by-9158]

EVERYONE, BEHOLD. BLACKBOX-NIM NEW ORV ILLUSTRATIONS FOR THE E-BOOK. FUCK I'M GONNA DIE LOOK AT THEM.

YOOSUNG MY BABY AND THE DISASTER OF FLOOD 41ST😭😭 GORGEOUSSS

PERSEPHONE???? IN YOO SANGAH'S FACE?? I can't wait to see her teasing KDJ ahahahahaha

Kyrgios Rodgraim. Whose face only can slap the heavenly face of Yoo Jonghyuk three times. Love his disciple so much but too shy to express it 🥺🥺

DOKJAAA. Don't push yourself too hard... Looking at him using lightning attribute is sooo cool. Kyrgios must be so proud

This. This picture blows my mind the moment I see it. Absolutely ethereal and beautiful. Oh, my god she's a fucking goddess. Everything about this is perfect. The color palette, the expression, the DRESS, the LIGHTING. ESPECIALLY THE LIGHTING. I'm about to shed tears now words can't describe how beautiful this is. I feel like I shouldn't be looking at this for free.

edit : I JUST FIND OUT THAT APPARENTLY THIS IS NIRVANA??? HUH?? IDK IF IT'S TRUE BUT WHAT THE HELL?? DIDNT HE HAS LONG HAIR?? IDK

This scene is more adorable than I thought now that it has an illustration😭😭 I love ORV so much, in the beginning it feels like your usual fantasy romance. Where the MC (KDJ) will get together with his woman friend, but later it proceed to slap you with Found Family!! Comradership!!! A relationship even words can't explain!! Fucking s o u l m a t e s !! "I was made to find you"!!

On the other hand, god KDJ is so cute and adorable in this😭 I feel like I will use this particular photo to imagine him from now on it feels the most accurate. His face looks so innocent, a baby face. I'm gonna cry he's so cute. And is YSA blushing? Ahahahaha they are so preciousss

[middle-earth-mythopoeia]

Give me some Gollum hot takes

I would love to! Thanks for the ask! :)

It’s not really a hot take, but Sméagol is honestly one of my favorite characters in LOTR. It’s partly because of what he represents in terms of the importance of pity and mercy in Tolkien’s works, and it’s partly because I just find him a really interesting and enjoyable character. Yes, he’s a scheming, lying murderer, but he’s not all bad, and I can’t help but feel sorry for him. He’s repulsive, but also pitiable, and somehow kind of...adorable?

Here is proof, for those that don’t believe me—a recording of Tolkien himself voicing Gollum: https://middle-earth-mythopoeia.tumblr.com/post/625469443457351680/i-cant-believe-i-just-found-out-that-tolkien-did

Just listen to the way Tolkien does the Gollum voice! Like, yes, Gollum is a murderer and a would-be cannibal, but he sounds so cute! I’m not ashamed to say I reference this scene all the time, because it’s just so fun to quote. "Is it nice, my precious? Is it juicy? Is it scrumptiously crunchable?" Also, Andy Serkis’ version of Gollum is so clearly based on Tolkien's own Gollum impression, and I love him for that!

There are so many good Sméagol scenes, but I love the part in LOTR when Sméagol is thinking about what will happen if he gets the One Ring back, and he says, "Perhaps we grows very strong, stronger than Wraiths. Lord Smeagol? Gollum the Great? The Gollum! Eat fish every day, three times a day, fresh from the sea. Most Precious Gollum! Must have it. We wants it, we wants it, we wants it!"

It’s adorable that eating fish every day is Gollum’s only goal if he gains ultimate power. But it’s also really sad! That's all he wanted. He was corrupted by the Ring for hundreds of years, but he was still just a hobbit at heart, wanting to be left alone to eat his favorite food in peace.

A scene in The Two Towers that really gets to me is this one:

And so Gollum found them hours later, when he returned, crawling and creeping down the path out of the gloom ahead. Sam sat propped against the stone, his head dropping sideways and his breathing heavy. In his lap lay Frodo’s head, drowned deep in sleep; upon his white forehead lay one of Sam’s brown hands, and the other lay softly upon his master’s breast. Peace was in both their faces. Gollum looked at them. A strange expression passed over his lean hungry face. The gleam faded from his eyes, and they went dim and grey, old and tired. A spasm of pain seemed to twist him, and he turned away, peering back up towards the pass, shaking his head, as if engaged in some interior debate. Then he came back, and slowly putting out a trembling hand, very cautiously he touched Frodo’s knee – but almost the touch was a caress. For a fleeting moment, could one of the sleepers have seen him, they would have thought that they beheld an old weary hobbit, shrunken by the years that had carried him far beyond his time, beyond friends and kin, and the fields and streams of youth, an old starved pitiable thing.

This breaks my heart. Poor, poor Sméagol.

Anyway, this wasn’t meant to be a sad post, it’s a Sméagol appreciation post. I think it’s really impressive that Tolkien wrote him as a character who is so sinister, threatening, and dangerous, and yet also managed to make him so wretched and pitiable.

And on a totally different note, one of my favorite things about Sméagol is the strange way he talks, not just the hissing and the "gollum, gollum" and "my preciousss" but the odd vocabulary. Like this scene in Dead Marshes:

‘No, we have got no fish,’ said Frodo. ‘We have only got this’ – he held up a wafer of lembas – ‘and water, if the water here is fit to drink.’ ‘Yess, yess, nice water,’ said Gollum. ‘Drink it, drink it, while we can! But what is it they’ve got, precious? Is it crunchable? Is it tasty?’

I love that Gollum says “crunchable” in both The Hobbit and LOTR, and they used it in the LOTR movies too! In the movies, Gollum says, “No, no birdses. No crunchable birdses to eat.” (https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=PLtR5r-2YGM&feature=emb_title)

And I have a kind of embarrassing story about that. I sometimes forget that not everyone has memorized the entire script of the LOTR movies, and I (erroneously) assume that when I quote them people will get the reference, which has led to some really awkward moments... Like the time I was eating lunch outside with coworkers, and I saw some sparrows on the ground, and since the sparrows were cute, I pointed to them and said, "Ooh, crunchable birdses!" Well. My coworkers did NOT get the reference, and suffice it to say they were a bit disturbed.

[difx-writes]

Wildest Dreams - In the Death of the Night

Masterlist

After turning 10 and losing her soulmate, Marinette would imagine how Damian Wayne would be.

Would he be tall or short? Did he have blond hair or brown or did he dyed it? Would he be shy or have a bold personality? Perhaps he was an artistic soul, a poet, a writer? Or would he be a baker like her parents? Why did his last name change?

The wonders and questions took over her mind for days with no end.

On good days, she imagined how he would interact with her friends, how her parents would take him in as their own son, how he would fit into her life.

She liked to talk to him, pretending there, alive, with her. She asked his opinion on what to wear, how she should do her hair, what colors with go well with the design. He was her voice of reason. Talking to "Damian" brought a smile to her face, even when she knew she was deluding herself.

On bad days, she pretended he was right there with her, comforting her, encouraging her, whispering that everything would be alright... Sometimes it worked and she felt better the next days but most times she felt bitter, she felt robbed of a future where he was in her life.

The realization that the person she was supposed to share her soul with was no longer alive, that his death was painful, gruesome, and... lonely... It always ended with her taking a few days to prevent a breakdown...

When she turned 13, Hawkmoth appeared and Marinette became Ladybug, the hero of Paris.

Soon after, Marinette stopped talking with "Damian", she couldn't afford to wonder about him anymore. She couldn't afford the bliss of her own delusions. She couldn't afford to let herself grief and fall pray to Hawkmoth's manipulation.

As she couldn't fail Paris and its citizens, Damian Wayne mostly disappeared from her life.

But there were days when her “friends” demanded a lot from her, akumas were too violent and draining and everything was just too much, those the godawful days.

On godawful days she wished Damian was there to take her away to a place she could feel she belonged. Away from everything to a place she could call a home.

_______

Most nights Damian recalls a voice talking to him during the time he was dead.

His soulmate, he supposed, talked to him regularly, she started her day asking his opinion on her outfit for the day, when at home she would tell him how her day went, what she did with her friends, what she learned in class, etc...

At first, Damian was pretty much annoyed that he couldn't "rest in peace" with all the noise pollution but after a few weeks, he slowly started to tolerate her talking to him.

Unfortunately, he couldn't talk to her nor see her very clearly so it was a pleasant surprise when Marinette would ask his opinion to make a decision, she always picked what he chooses.

Perhaps it was their bond that allowed her to know what he was thinking without actually hearing each other's thoughts. Or maybe they were more in sync with one another. Most likely it was pure luck on her part. (Him being dead is enough proof of how bad his luck was.)

In the months he was dead, Damian learned a grand lot Marinette. He liked how she made him feel he wasn't alone, like how her voice calmed him when he remembered the family he left behind in his death. Marinette was his only lighthouse in the vast void of the afterlife

_______

Impotent, despair, and hopeless.

That's how Damian felt every time Marinette had to relive his death. He hated it so much. She didn't deserve that and it broke his heart every damn time.

Why did he have to die? Why did it have to be in such a painful way? Why did she have to feel it on repeat over and over and over again? Was it a twisted way the universe tried to make them reunited? If they can't find each other in life, then they can be together in death? That isn't right!

But it always hurts more when she wakes up and talks to him. Wondering if he was happy and in peace, in wherever place he ended up.

He was there but she didn't know.

He felt sick.

After being revived, Damian felt an immense sense of loss. Sure, he was kinda happy to reunite with his family and grateful for being alive again, but he missed her.

It was difficult to readjust to being alive again, it was crystal clear that Damian Wayne wasn't okay. What hurts him the most was how her name turned into a scar on his wrist.

During the day paranoia settled in making him always on high alert, lashing out when it got too much for him.

In the night, he couldn't sleep properly as a feeling of unease latched onto his every nerve and when he did sleep, nightmares plagued him.

Damian tried to calm down in various ways, but ultimately it was Marinette's voice that soothed him and lulled him to sleep.

It quickly became a habit to replay their one-sided conversations as he tries to fall asleep.

He went over what Marinette Dupain-Cheng spoke to him time and time again as to engrave her voice in his mind. Unfortunately, her voice was fading away, every time he recalled it, he hear his own voice.

At least some memories remained, which was relieving for Damian, even when important ones like what language she spoke or the name of her school were completely wiped out.

He never told his family his experience while he was dead, he guesses Jason was the most likely to know about it but he never brought it up to anyone, so Damian did the same.

Now he was lying in bed, remembering about the time Marinette tried embroidery for the first time.

She started by searching up what she wanted it to be and after much talking, she chose a Robin, Damian smile at the eagerness he felt for her to chose it. It was a fun day, with her making comments here and there about the work, he wishes he could see it.

A knock woke him up of his thoughts, Alfred emerging from the door.

"Master Damian, I'm here to inform you a guest will be joining us for tomorrow's dinner."

"Whose guest?" He didn't really feel like dealing with new people.

"It's Master Jason's guest."

Damian groans, perhaps he could go visit Kent.

"It would be in your best interest to participate, Master Damian." Alfred gave him a look.

He sighed, definitely can't miss tomorrow or he'll have to face Pennyworth.

So, I've written another chapter while listening to a sad song on repeat :') I know it doesn’t really connect to the last chapter but I wasn’t feeling okay and didn’t know how to continue from where I left off.

I hope y’all enjoyed this and have a nice day!

P.S.: The taglist is temporarily closed as some tags aren't working. Again, I'm very sorry if I missed anyone. If you no longer want to be tagged please hit me up.

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[symwinter]

HBIC Marinette – Chapter One

Taglist: @ladybug-182 | @our-preciousss | @woe-is-me0 |

Last – Next

“We can’t be friends if you’re acting like this.” Marinette paused as put her stuff away and looked up at Alya. Behind her was most of the class, though Chloé, Sabrina, Nathanael, and Adrien were notably absent from the crowd—though Adrien did having fencing practice and Nathanael left as soon as he could to work on the comic with Marc. “I mean, bullying Lila, I just can’t—” at that point Marinette decided to check out, she had heard this conversation point many a time. “I’ve given you so many chances and I just—” Marinette sighed softly and took a deep breath before looking at the others. “Are you even listening to me?!” Alya asked exasperated. And while no, she wasn’t, what caught her eye was Lila holding a very familiar sketchbook. Hers, that had gone missing a few days prior.

“It’s not worth it Alya. Clearly talking to her isn’t getting through,” Lila said, holding the sketchbook out. She wouldn’t. But apparently she would as Lila opened it and tore the pages apart. “Actions seem to be more appropriate.” More hands shot out to tear at the pages or maybe stop them, in that moment she didn’t care who was friend or foe. After what felt like an eternity later, Marinette picked the torn apart sketchbook apart and placed into her backpack. Thankfully it wasn’t the one she had her commissions in. What did they think this would accomplish? She took a deep breath and looked up at the class, zipping her bag shut.

“Alright then,” she watched as her former friends faces filled with hope, “I guess we’re not friends.” The class had varying levels of shock as she slipped out of the class. On the way out, she caught Chloé’s eye and watched the blonde’s face break into a grin.

As soon as Marinette left the classroom, leaving Alya sputtering, Chloé Bourgeois could stop herself from laughing. She really did need to see Adrikins and catch him up on what was coming but should couldn’t help but revel in her class’s stupidity. “What are you laughing at Chloé?” Alix hissed. The rest of the class looked at her. “Just enjoying the show. You made an enemy of the scariest girl I’ve ever known.” “Marinette? I fail to see how—” the blonde cut Alya off. “Let me catch you up to speed since you’re technically still new. Marinette is the queen of beasts, she can smell you fear. I may be a bitch but Marinette’s the apex predator,” she smirked, “or did some of you forget?” With that, Chloé slipped out of her seat, bags and Sabrina in tow. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I need to inform Adrikins of what’s happening. I can’t leave him to the wolves after all.” Once again, Alya was left sputtering for something to say. She understood their confusion. She too underestimated how much power Marinette Dupain-Cheng had until experiencing. Perhaps she should talk to Marinette after all. Make sure she wouldn’t be part of what’s coming.

If it wasn’t for the familiarly expensive smell of Chloé’s perfume, Adrien would’ve been uncomfortable. “Adrikins!” “Hey Chlo. Any reason you’ve decided to ambush me at practice?” “I just need to catch you up on some important class changes because trust me you’ll want to know.” “What happened?” “Lie-la and her cronies tore Marientte’s sketchbook apart after giving her some bullshit speech about befriending Lila. I wasn’t really listening and I doubt she was either.” “They... what?” “Tore her sketchbook apart.” “Are you serious?” Adrien didn’t know much about the fashion aspect of his father’s work but he did know you never touched a designer’s sketchbook. “Yep,” she replied, popping the ‘p.’ “So i thought it best inform you of the monster they just unleashed.”

Of course Adrien found it weird to think of Marinette as anything but nice but the first account evidence from Chloé and Sabrina was enough to sway him. Especially since Sabrina wasn’t friends with Chloé yet. He dropped his fencing bag into the backseat of the limo. “Hey I promised Chloé to help her with some school stuff. I already informed Nathalie so you can head back.” The gorilla gave a short nod and drove off. Chloé leaned against him. “Didn’t think you were the type to lie,” she mused. “I try not to. Now I need to get a new sketchbook for Marinette and since you already planned on stopping by I’m sure you can accompany me.” “Ugh fine Adrikins,” she retorted, “but only because you’d be hopeless without moi guiding you.” Adrien scoffed and elbowed her. She retaliated with a hip check. “Now let’s go save ourselves from Dupain-Cheng’s wrath!”

[khorale]

RIM manhwa 1-2

Rule #1: Never click on a suspicious pop-up that you don’t know the origins of. Even irl it can lead you to a scam site or a virus link.

Benignore!!! 💗💗💗

A thing I was confused about later was how nobody can tell how much growth potential they have, but it seems like they can only see their own stats. The tendency and growth are only visible to Kiyoung due to his trait: 

At first it may seem like a basic skill without any combat capabilities - but throughout the story Kiyoung will use this in all sorts of creative ways. For one, it also sees hidden item descriptions, and he even used it to detect odorless poison. Another thing is that it makes his eyes speed and information reading a lot faster, which he used for the most insane battlefield tactics ever.

Someone’s biased 🤭

Here he is! Best boi in the series 🐷.

The purest cinnamon roll of this series that we must protect and cherish.

A.K.A. Kiyoung’s favorite meat shield.

The expression is cute

preciousss

Here it comes-

The punchline

He does feel guilty about it tho

I wonder if there’s a game like this?

Kiyoung gay counter: 1

Have I told you how much I love the chibi art style? 😭😭They’re so cuuuuute

tsun

Oh lawd she comin

[icerosecrystal]

The Eldest Al-Ghul Wayne - Prologue

Marinette Al-Ghul Wayne was a mistake. Those were the words that her grandfather had ingrained in her head from a young age. At the age of 25, Bruce Wayne, her father, was seduced by Talia Al-Ghul. During the time she was pregnant, Talia and Ra’s made many plans about how her heir would take over the League of Assassins. When the time came for Talia to give birth, the baby arrived not a male, but rather a female. Ra’s was furious with the development, storming off after informing Talia to name the mistake whatever she saw fit. 

After that, Ra’s found no use in Marinette. Deeming her unworthy of her blood, and so, she was tossed aside. Her mother took pity on her, teaching her in secret about how to wield many different weapons. The training was harsher than most would have endured, but her mother wished for her to survive as an assassin. Talia wished for her daughter to prove her worth, so she taught Marinette the secret of the Miraculous. These were ancient jewelry that belonged to the Order of Guardians, a group that was originally in relation with the League of Assassin, but later went their separate ways. 

By the age of four, Marinette had exceeded the expectation of her mother and had managed to complete training generally used for assassins at the age of nine. But it was at that age that Ra’s took an interest in her once again, not as his heir, but rather to see what she was capable of. And so, she was sent on many missions. Most of them, she completed easily. But there were a few exceptions in which she got greatly injured or died on a mission. And each time, Ra’s would begrudgingly throw her in the Lazarus Pit after an endless amount of begging from Talia. 

One day, when Marinette was five almost six years old, her mother came back from a mission. When Marinette went to greet her mother, she found something floating in a test tube full of green goop. Her being the curious five-year-old that she was asked, “Mother, what is that thing floating in the tube?”

Talia looked over to her before answering, “Why Marinette, that is your little brother.”

Marinette upon hearing this grew worried, would her mother leave her for dead once her supposed brother was born? Marinette silently left disregarding the slightly disappointed look Talia sent her way. If she was to be replaced, she might as well do all she can to make it count.

Marinette trained harder than she ever had before. She realized that becoming the only one in the league fluent in the guardian’s tongue would solidify her worth. If she was the only one capable of reading, writing, and speaking this language, Ra’s would have to think twice before getting rid of her. And so for months on end, she studied the books, the language, everything about the order. And by the time a month was left for her brother to be born, she knew every little detail about the order. 

Marinette was now aware that the Lazarus Pits were created from Plagg letting out a huge amount of destructive energy from his being, creating the Lazarus Pits. It was meant to save one of Plagg’s chosen that he had grown attached to. Not willing to let the human, his chosen go, he purposely released the destructive energy. Plagg had tried to keep it a secret, but his chosen saw it as a miracle that needed to be shared.

Plagg’s chosen then informed Ra’s. That was how Ra’s became aware of the Pits and misused them. As Marinette continued reading more about the order, she continuously grew disgusted with both the order and the league. They had misused the god-like creatures known as kwamis and their gifts so much and so often. These Kwamis were unable to disobey their master's command, they were slaves in all but name. ‘What a sad fate for a god.’ Marinette wasn’t able to look at anything the same way anymore. Now each time she was thrown in the Lazarus pit she felt guilty to be using it for her gain. Each time she saw Ra’s misuse a gift of the kwamis, she felt an undeniably large amount of anger towards him. 

It was a normal day like any other when her mother found her sulking about what the league did. When Marinette asked her mother why the league would do such a thing she replied in a very harsh tone, “You will not question the authority of me nor your grandfather. If we did not use the pits you would already be dead. Would you want to be dead, Marinette?”

Marinette angrily yelled, “I would rather be dead than misuse something so precious!” It was then that she felt a sharp sting in her cheek. Her hand flew up to cradle her cheek while looking at her mother in disbelief.

Talia didn’t acknowledge anything rather gritting out, “You will NEVER speak like that to me EVER again! Do you understand me, Marinette?!”

Marinette nodded numbly, before rushing off. The slap didn’t hurt at all, but Marinette felt betrayed. Throughout her life, her mother was always there for her. Even if she sometimes didn’t show it, Marinette knew that her mother cared about her. But now, she wasn’t so sure.

As she continued running she stumbled across the room in which her baby brother was in. She quietly crept inside the room making sure no one was inside. When she confirmed that there was no one there she walked towards the tube. Inside the tube, Marinette saw her baby brother, he seemed to have tan skin much like their mother, a stark contrast to Marinette’s paler skin that she inherited from their father. Her baby brother also had black hair like their father, similar to her own but lighter. Her own hair was such a dark black that it looked blue when any source of light was shining on it. She couldn’t see his eyes as they were closed but she wondered what color they would be. 

As she gazed upon him, Marinette made a decision. No matter what would happen, she would always be there for her baby brother. She would give him the love and support she had always wished she received as a child. He deserved that much. As Marinette stepped closer to the tube, she put her hand against the cool glass leaning her forehead against it as well. She then closed her eyes and softly whispered both to herself and her baby brother the words that she had wanted to say for a long time. “You will never be alone, little one. I will be there for you, every step of the way to offer you all the support and love you will ever need. I will always protect you… akhi.”

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The Forgotten One

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Chapter 9

For the first time after so long, Marianne finally felt home. Even as she bled on top of a dark building, she did not care. As long as she kept on holding him everything would be alright. She could feel his tear on her neck, and she could imagine he felt hers on his. It was strange, she dreamed of this moment more times she could count, but not one of her imaginary scenes did she feel this immense happiness in her soul. It was as if she was finally whole. He held her with such force she was sure she would suffocate, but she kept quiet, just enjoying the warmth of his body on hers. It was only after she started feeling dizzy that she detached him from her. 

He was different, more mature. The years only served to enhance his beauty. It didn't matter that he was wearing a mask, she would recognize him everywhere, but she still longed to be able to see his green eyes again. No one said a word, using their body language to determine what to do next. It was Damian that decided to take the lead.

He stood up and helped his sister on her feet. He kept supporting her, knowing that the wound he inflicted on her must be taking some toll on her body after their intense fight. She was barely standing on her own, having lost too much blood. His Robin costume was coated in red, and that left a bad taste on his mouth. With her secure at his side, he turned to his Father. There was so much he needed to tell him, years of feelings he trapped inside of him could finally be let loose. But first, he had to make sure he still trusted him. 

“I promise to explain once we get to the cave… but she needs help.” He pleaded. He wasn’t sure if it was the tone of his voice or the fact that his family just caught him in his most vulnerable moment, but they agreed. 

Damian carried her to the Batmobile, Todd, and Grayson trailing after him. Batman led the team in silence. Meticulously thinking about the connection of his youngest son with the passed-out assassin. She wore League attire, but it was a strange symbol on her clothes that made him wary. He remembered seeing that symbol in the clothes of a dead Gabriel Agreste early this week, and there was no doubt that they had some kind of connection.

He wanted to interrogate her as soon as possible, but he would wait until Damian gave his explanation as to why he acted in such a way that night. They obviously knew each other, so they must have met when his son was still in the care of his mother. That information did little to calm his worried mind.

It was a unanimous decision that petrol was canceled that night. So they all entered the Batmobile and made their way to the Cave. They didn’t have to worry about their identities, as the girl was falling in and out of consciousness during their short ride. 

Dick kept a close eye on the girl in Damian’s arms. Her face was nested carefully in his brother's neck, keeping him from being able to identify her face. Her blood coated the interior of the car, and only the fact that the Batarang still impaled at her side was helping to stop the bleeding from totally draining the girl kept him somewhat calm.

Jason was the only one that wasn’t in the car, having opted to use his bike, he went ahead and notified Alfred that they would need his assistance, with the injured girl.

By now Damian knew that all his family was notified of this incident, and would most likely be waiting for them to return. He could only hope that his father would hear him first. He wasn’t worried about his sister, he knew she would be alright. After years of training with her, he knew she bled easily, but was stronger and healed faster than most. 

When they arrived at the Cave, Damian immediately laid her in one of the gurneys. But before he allowed Alfred to assess her wound he removed the weapon. He heard the shouts of indignation coming from Grayson but ignored him.

He knew what they must be thinking, that his weapon was the only thing keeping her from bleeding out, but what they didn’t know was that Marianne’s body reacted faster when she was in danger of dying. So it came to no surprise to him when her wound started to heal itself. What started him was the glow that came with it. That was new.

“She will be fine. Just need a couple of hours to recharge her energy” Damian clarified.

"She's Meta…” Dick whispered, eying Bruce carefully. It was no secret that the man did not normally trust meta-humans very easily. His expression was hard, and everyone could tell his patience had come to an end.

“Explain.” He demanded.

“I do not know how to start…” From his body language, they could see he was nervous. He ran his fingers through his hair, something he never did.

“From the start would be great!” Jason tried to lighten the mood. He hadn’t moved from his sitting position on the round table. Barbara and Tim were sitting with him, both anxious to understand the situation. He wanted to go see this mysterious girl, but for the sake of his family, he stayed put, for now.

“Father… You might want to sit for this…” 

Bruce nodded. And they all sat. Damian sat in front of his father, with Grayson and Todd at his sides, while Gordon and Drake sat by Todd’s side. No one dared to sit close to Bruce, fearing his reaction.

“Do you remember how I was conceived?” Damian started, not meeting his father’s eyes, and ignoring the snickering coming from his brothers. He knew this was a sore subject, but he needed to approach the subject somehow.

“It was of extreme importance that Mother produced a male heir for Grandfather. But what you do not know is that I was not the firstborn” This causes everyone to widen their eyes in horror. 

Bruce pales but otherwise keeps quiet.

“I explained before how I was raised in an artificial womb through my development stages. And there is a reason for that... Before me, Mother was pregnant, the traditional way, but a female was born. She was born” He points to the direction of the girl resting behind the curtains of the medical bay. 

“How… When…” Bruce is at a loss of words. When Talia appeared two years ago with his secret child in tow he felt only despair first. He had lost so much of his son’s childhood. It took him so long to accept that he had what it took to care for his blood child the same way he cared for his wards.

“She was born six years before me…” Damian explains. “Mother never told me anything about that, only that she did it to appease her father.”

“Wait, wait, wait! So you're telling me that the scary kid we just rescued is B’s long-lost daughter? Why are we only hearing of this now?” Jason as always wasn't able to keep quiet anymore. 

Damian lowers his head and covers his eyes with his now gloveless hands. Sensing his distress Jason allows him to recompose himself. 

“She was dead… Or I thought she had died. In the same attack that made Mother bring me to live here.” They could see that it was hard for him to talk about that day “Except she did not die!” He exclaimed in anger, rising from his seat. 

“There’s where you're wrong.” The melodious voice attracts their attention. She stands just a couple of steps apart from where they are sitting. But no one heard her coming. She wears green, but the cape that once covered her hair is lowered, and they could clearly see her long black hair left loose. She had blue eyes and was rapidly analyzing every single one of them until her eyes landed on Bruce. Her father. Damian could see the insecurity in her, so he calmed himself, and went to her. “I did die that day. It was only thanks to Tikki that I am alive now” And with that, she knew her brother would understand. After years of living with her, she taught him a little about the Order.

“Father…” Damian tries.

Bruce stands up. And goes in their direction. He stops just a couple of steps from his children. His children. 

“This is Marianne, your daughter.”

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Secret Dreams Chapter 7: MDC

Since Marinette was technically an adult, the medics released her without a guardian having to be present. She had been hoping not to let Jagged and Penny find out about the attack. That plan seemed to have gone out the window the moment she walked through the door of her hotel room.

Jagger and Penny had been scrolling through the T.V. when they came across the attack on a news channel. They would have kept scrolling if Penny hadn’t noticed Marinette sitting in the back of the ambulance.

 The second she closed her hotel door Marinette was tackled into a hug by Jagged, Penny no far behind. They both began to fuss over her. Checking her for any injuries even after Marinette had told them that her only injury was the puncture wound from the antidote.

Once they were mostly done with their fussing, Penny told her to take a shower and relax. To which she happily complied, taking a long hot shower to relax her tense muscles.

After Marinette was done with her shower and dressed, Penny informed her that she won’t be allowed out of their supervision until after the gala.

“So I’m grounded?” Marinette questions, sounding amused instead of irritated as one would expect.

Penny let out a sigh. “Yes, you're grounded.”

“Oh, Woe is me for I have been grounded!” Marinette claims, falling dramatically onto her bed. “Whatever shall I do! Confined within the walls of which I have temporarily called home! With nothing but my sketchbook, pencils, phone, and laptop to keep me company!”

Penny shook her head in amusement. “Good night Marinette.”

“Night Aunt Penny!” Marinette replied with a cheery smile as Penny left for her room. Most likely dragging Jagged with her.

Marinette didn’t get to go to sleep like she had implied she would be doing to Penny. This was due to her phone, which had started beeping. The beeping was in a pattern letting her know the call was for the other side of MDC.

Marinette checked to make sure Penny and Jagged had both left before she even thought to look at her phone. Once Marinette was sure no one else was in her hotel room, she checked the location of the firewall breach.

Marinette was only a little surprised to see it was coming from underneath Wayne manor. A smile that promised pure chaos appeared on her face as she hit the accept button, waiting for them to do the same.

The phone screen changed from the loading screen to the ‘call in progress’, as her voice changer activated.

Not even giving them a moment to question what was happening, she immediately began talking.

“魔盾 Co. (Mó dùn Co.) wishes to inform you that you have breached one too many firewalls. Please state your name and reason for trespassing.” Marinette’s low static voice commanded.

“魔盾 Co. (Mó dùn Co.)? Are you talking about Magic shield Company? The Parisian vigilantes’ company?” Nightwing questioned.

“Correct. Now, Name and reason for trespassing.” Was said in a threatening tone.

“This is Oracle. I was running a background check on one Marinette Dupain-Cheng. I came across some hidden code of which I investigated.” Oracle’s static voice claimed as it came through the call.

“Your reason for running a background check this deep?” MDC inquired.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng took down six of Scarecrow’s goons while under the influence of fear-toxin. It piqued our interest so I ran a background. Our normal surface level check revealed that she should not have anything more than self-defense training. I found that suspicious and ran a more thorough check.” Oracle shot back in response.

“I’ll have to ask you to stop with your investigation,” MDC informs them.

“Why?” Red Robin questions.

“If you wish for that question to be answered then please inform me as to who is listening to, can hear, or will hear, this conversation.” MDC bargains with them.

There was silence from the Batfamily’s side of the call before Oracle began to speak again. “Batman, Nightwing, Red Hood, Blackbat, Batgirl, Red Robin, Robin, and myself, Oracle.”

“That’s Everyone?” MDC questioned cautiously.

“Correct. I believe you’ll answer our question now.” Oracle states.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Codename شبح (Shabh). Currently staying in Gotham, New Jersey, America. Court member of eight years. Court rank classified. Runs the company MDC, a front for 魔盾 Co. (Mó dùn Co.).” MDC reads off Marinette’s official court file.

The bats’ side of the call went silent once again.

“She’s eighteen.” Red Robin stated.

It wasn’t a question but MDC answered anyway, “Correct.”

“You let a ten-year-old join the Magic shield.” Red Hood growled

“Correct. I don’t understand why Shabh’s age is such a hard concept for you to grasp.” MDC replied coolly.

There was movement on the bats’ side of the call, but no one said anything.

“Why is Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s codename in Arabic?” Batman inquires.

“You’ll have to ask Shabh yourself,” MDC answered.

“You’re going to tell her about this?” Batgirl asked.

“You’re questioning if I will tell one of my court members that their identity is, for the most part, compromised,” MDC asked sarcastically.

“You’re the one who answered our questions!” Nightwing shot back in response.

“If I hadn’t answered your questions you would have assumed Shabh was a threat.” MDC pointed out.

The bats mumbled their agreements with the previous statement. A few of them denied it before agreeing that they had a point.

“Now if you excuse me, It’s quite late in Gotham. Some of us should be sleeping.” MDC hints with an amused tone.

“Tch. I believe we have a schedule to keep. Unless you wish to keep asking pointless questions that seem to be leading yourselves in circles.” Robin spoke. He seemed to be addressing the bats, not herself, but the irritation was clear in his voice.

“Robin’s correct. We’ll be taking our leave.” Batman informs her.

Marinette ended the call almost as soon as the words left Batman’s mouth. As much fun as it is to mess with her bonded’s family, she really should be heading to bed. Not only did she need sleep, but she should also head to the dream zone.

Damian will probably want a lot of cuddles and be over-protective for a while after the scare she had probably given him. The thought of spending time with her bonded immediately made a smile appear on her lips as the exhaustion from today’s fight finally caught up to her. Her eyelids became heavier as her need to blink increased. Marinette closed her eyes and finally let the darkness that was sleep consume her.

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The Great IKEA Game

Chapter 4: The Three Stooges 

AN: At least it hasn’t been two months again 😅. Let’s check in with the other batboys and see how they’re handling Damian and Marinette’s chaos. 

Chapter 1 Chapter 2  Chapter 3

Tim wondered when his day took a solid dive off the cliffs of normal and into the waters of weird.

It probably started when Dick dragged them out of bed at eight in the morning – on a Saturday – piled them into the car, and drove them an hour and a half out of the city to an IKEA. If they had actually been there to shop they would have either burned the store down or killed one another. 

Not that those things were off the table yet. 

Tim had work, actual work, that he could be doing. But no, instead he was playing a demented game of hide-and-go-seek, which was careening into an all-out war. The destroyed shelving units, shopping carts, and forklift were unmistakable evidence of that.

How had the demon spawn accomplished this in less than a minute?

Bruce would kill them, once he came back from off-world.

That is if Alfred didn’t get to them first.

“Uh, order 177? Shit, my pay isn't enough for this.”

The words shook Tim from his stupor. He walked over to the counter.

“Hi,” he said, flashing his most charming CEO grin. “I have a quick question?”

The server's fixed smile contrasted with his dull eyes.

“I need to know what way the boy who ordered this headed.”

“No.”

Tim sighed, “Look, it’s important. My brother-”

“I mean, no, it wasn’t a boy.”

Tim paused. “Huh?”

“It was a girl, a teen girl. Black hair, big blue eyes, French accent. She was sitting over there,” he waved at an empty table. “But I think she walked away before that happened.” Referring to the giant train wreck occurring a few aisles over.

“Oh,” said Tim. “Thanks.”

“Do you want the order?”

Tim held back an annoyed sigh.

“Sure.”

So that’s how he, Jason, and Dick, sat at the abandoned picnic table, staring at the abandoned meal bought with Damian’s credit card. Jason grabbed a couple of fries and shoved them in his mouth.

“That’s evidence, nitwit,” hissed Tim.

Jason ignored him, stabbing a meatball with the plastic fork. “What? It’s going to go to waste. Girlie obviously ain’t coming back for it.”

“We should be more worried about how a random girl used Damian’s credit card!”

“She could have stolen it?” offered Dick.

“Demon spawn would have broken her arm before getting pickpocketed,” countered Jason, eating another fry. Silence. A weird glint appeared in Jason's eye. He turned to Tim. “What did you say the girl looked like again?”

“Black hair, blue eyes, French accent.”

“Shit,” muttered Jason.

“What?”

“I think I ran into her earlier, about an hour and a half ago. Asked her if she had run into demon spawn – she sounded confused and tourist-like. But maybe…”

“Maybe she’s working with him?” offered Tim.

“Could be.”

“Damian? Working with another person? A stranger?” Dick shook his head. “Doesn’t sound like him.”

Jason shoved another fry into his mouth. “The brat’s a competitive little shit, if he thought teaming up would help him get ahead, he’d do it in a heartbeat.” He pointed a fry at Tim. “Can you look at the security footage?”

“I’m already two steps ahead of you,” Tim said, flashing his phone with the hacked in security camera footage on-screen. Jason and Dick huddled in close as a small girl walk on screen and stood at the counter.

“Yep, that’s her. Can you ID her, Timmy?”

Tim rolled his eyes, “This is a smartphone, Jay, not a laptop.”

“I thought Mr. World’s Second Greatest Detective would be prepared for anything.”

“Well excuse me for not having facial recognition software, on my phone.”

“Guys chill.”

“Shut up, Dick,” Jason and Tim said in unison.

The footage played out and they watched the girl order two meals and pay with Damian’s credit card. They switched to another camera when she left and sat at the picnic table. A few minutes later Jason and Tim walked into frame.

“Look, there! She tenses. Look at her body language, she’s panicking. She knows who you two are.” Dick looked shocked that, yes, Damian had teamed up with a partner.

They watched the girl panic, although she managed to keep her body from reacting too much. She placed her phone to her ear and walked away from her spot.

“Who is she talking to?”

“Maybe Damian was watching out of sight?”

“Shoot, Tim, she’s out of frame. Do we have another angle?”

It took another minute or so, but Tim found the right security camera catching the mysterious girl leaving the food court. As she walked away the image on the screen flickered, and a moment later the shelving units fell.

“Oh crap,” swore Jason. “Do you think she has magic? Fuck, it would be just our luck if demon spawn teamed up with someone dangerous.”

Dick shook his head. “It could be a coincidence. We didn’t see her do anything. The chaos could have been a coordinated effort between her and Damian.”

Tim wasn’t so sure. “Come on Dick, you’ve been in the game long enough to know just because something looks one way, doesn’t mean it's true.”

They watched the girl hurry out of sight, this time it was much more difficult to follow her progress through the store. She would randomly duck in and out of showrooms, coming out differently than how she came in. If the three boys hadn’t been trained in stealth and detection for years, they would have had a challenging time tracking her.

Jason whistled low. “Who is this chick? I’m impressed. She has serious skill.”

Finally, she ducked into a showroom and didn’t come out. Tim couldn’t find a camera giving them an unobstructed view, but it didn't matter. They had a destination.  

“This was ten minutes ago, they could already be long gone,” said Dick.

“Or they could still be hiding there,” countered Jason.

“We’ll find out when we get there.” They walked out of the cafeteria and past the closed aisles. The forklift that had been buried under the collapsed shelving unit was being unearthed by a flock of bewildered employees.

“Ten bucks says she has magic,” said Jason.

“Yeah, no.” Tim was good at math and the odds of everything happening just as she left was too big to be a coincidence. “I’m not stupid enough to take that bet.”

“Come on you guys, let’s focus here,” chided Dick.

Walking back through the showrooms Tim kept an eye out for any sign of his brother or his accomplice, but it was as if they had disappeared into thin air. Arriving at the last location they had spotted the girl, they waited for a touring couple to leave before descending on the tiny, boxed room like the detectives they were trained to be.

It didn’t take long to discover the lasered off vent.

“Shit,” groaned Jason. “They could be anywhere by now.”

“Tim can you-”

Tim had his phone in hand, “I’m already on it. I’ll have the vent layout in a minute.” He felt insulted they even needed to ask.

Jason peered into the vent, “Damn, I think we’re too big to follow.”

 Dick sighed. “I miss my vent crawling days; they just don’t make them as big as they used to.”

“That’s what she said,” snickered Jason.

“Focus you two,” Tim snapped. “I’ve pulled up the air duct plans.” He flashed the screen to his two brothers who settled down. “This particular vent runs a couple of places. We have one entrance at the back of the store in the storeroom. Then another veering off near the daycare center, and the last which comes out near the unloading dock.”

“I’ll take the one next to the daycare center,” said Dick. “I’m the only one who isn't demented,” pointing to Jason, “or sleep-deprived,” pointing to Tim.

“Hey!” exclaimed Jason.

Tim sneered, repressing a Damian-like growl, “I wouldn’t be so sleep deprived if you hadn’t dragged us out of the house at eight in the morning. I arrived in from patrol at three.” He hadn’t had coffee in hours, and the weight of his body pressed on him like a panini maker.

Dick ignored them. “Jason can take the one at the loading docks, and Tim you’ll be able to bypass security and get into the back the easiest.”

“Sounds good to me,” grunted Jason.

“Alright,” agreed Tim. “The second any of us spots them, text the group chat, will box them in from there.”

They nodded and headed off their separate ways. Despite the tiredness in Tim's bones, there was a heady rush of the hunt thrumming in his veins. Damian, and whoever he had decided to pair up with, were going down.

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SOULMATE AU:: First Swap

Look who's back... That's right! Soulmate AU.

I intend to make a shortfic with five chapters, after finishing posting Bombshell (which already has the first of three chapters posted HERE)

Here they are 7 and their behavior may seem strange, but... Damian. So, yeah.

Soulmate AU:: 1 and 2.

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Maribat by @ozmav

Marinette was... irritated, so to speak, with Mlle. Bustier.

The woman had once again invalidated her feelings for Chloe. Chloe, who was being particularly mean to her, because she was jealous that Marinette had a soulmate, but she didn't.

Chloe had - as always - thrown a tantrum because Marinette had achieved a better grade than she in the test and didn’t shut up for a second until that moment.

Marinette's head was throbbing with the start of a monstrous headache.

“But Mlle. Bustier!” The blonde whined. "I'm sure Dupain-Cheng cheated!" The high-pitched voice resonated through the windowpanes and hurt the students' eardrums.

"Chloe, please." Mlle. Bustier asked, frowning, probably as irritated as the rest of the students.

Chloe snorted indignantly. "Then I will tell my-"

That was when Marinette felt the comforting presence at her side. Catching the movement with a quick look before she turned around completely so she could look at him better.

The skin kissed by the sun, black hair and short. He dressed like the shinobis she saw in the action movies that papa let her watch when mama wasn't around. Sitting in the chair that was previously available, there was an air of danger around him.

But what caught her attention most were his eyes. His eyes that matched hers perfectly, and he was beautiful.

"Thank you." He replied, his cheeks turning a shy pink.

Marinette squeaked, her hands rising automatically to cover her mouth, drawing the attention of Nino and Kim sitting across from her.

"Are you okay, MDC?" Kim asked.

She shook her head frantically. "If you say..." Nino replied suspiciously.

Marinette took her hands from her mouth to smile at them and so the two turned their attention to the interrupted conversation.

She looked at him again, feeling overwhelmed by the flood of information that hit her.

The world around them changing rapidly.

"Wow." Marinette sighs.

She looked at the breathtaking landscape.

The place they were in looked like a big Asian-style mansion on top of a mountain. She could see the clouds from the floor she was on and how the sun reflected against the rocks around the building.

It was breathtaking.

"I agree with you." He says, his eyes glued to her.

A commotion attracts Marinette's attention.

Underneath where they were, she could see other people - Ghuls - in the same type of black clothes as he was, training with katanas and their face covered.

The League of Assassins. Heir. Batman. Damian.

"Oh." She turns to look at him again. An unknown feeling burning in her chest and a lump stuck in her throat.

Her eyes start to burn, a sob escaping without her permission. "I-" Tears clouded her vision, wanting to-

He- Damian, spread his arms, an intelligible expression on his face and a guilty glint in his eyes.

She didn't hesitate for a second before jumping into his arms.

Finally. Finally, she was able to touch, see, smell him, melt against the heat of his body, unite with him.

"I'm so happy." She sniffs against his neck. “I've been so worried about you! Always hurting yourself and- the pains I felt coming from you...!”

Damian tightens his arms around her.

"I'm fine, ya rouhi (my soul)." He responds smoothly.

Marinette violently denies it. "No, you're not!"

“I am- now I am. You don't have to worry anymore.” Damian whispers against her shoulder.

She smiles at the choice of words, her heart warming more and more. It was like the sky, like she was floating with clouds. She never wanted it to end.

“Mlle. Bustier, Maritrash is being scary!” Chloe's voice frightens Marinette and she moves away from Damian back to the classroom, where everyone is looking at her strangely.

Chloe wags her finger at her, tapping her foot on the floor.

"She's talking strange and smiling like a lunatic!"

Beside Marinette, Damian snorts angrily. "She's just annoying."

"I know. Most of the time I just ignore her, you know? Like a persistent fly.” The girl responds, an acid touch in the words.

Chloe gasps, knowing that Marinette was talking about her.

“Mlle. Bustier!” She whimpers.

The teacher sighs tiredly with Chloe's tantrums and the way Marinette was dealing with it. She, better than anyone, knew that it was not right to disrupt others because she was frustrated.

"Marinette, apologize to Chloe." Bustier asks. "You were rude with your words."

The girl looks at the teacher in disbelief and Chloe smiles convinced.

"But I didn't do anything!" She complains. "Chloe who's being stupid again!"

Everyone in the classroom chokes on Marinette's words. Chloe starts to cry and Bustier gets up from her seat scandalized.

"Marinette Dupain-Cheng!" She slaps her hand on the table. "Apologize right now or I will be forced to call your parents at school!" Threatened.

Most of Marinette's classmates were unable to notice the change in the girl's appearance or how her posture had hardened. Not even the change in the girl's eye color was noticed.

Only Kim, Nino - who were sitting closest to her -, Sabrina who knew Marinette and Mlle. Bustier, who, despite everything, was very observant.

'Marinette' leaned back against the back of the seat, her lips pressed in a thin line, her eyes - both green, but with different hues - cold as ice and her hair had darkened to a glossy black.

"I hope that this attitude will be taken not only towards me, but with the annoying girl as well." She says.

"Annoying girl?" Chloe mutters incredulously.

"Why would I do that?" Mlle. Bustier replies. "The only person I see being rude is you."

Marinette throws her head back and laughs sarcastically before looking back at the teacher. The face as hard as stone.

"That was a good joke, mademoiselle." She stands up, arms crossed behind her. "That-" She stops as if she's hearing something. “Chloe, right. She has been distracting everyone since you started class. Making meaningless complaints or just whining and so far, I haven't seen you scold her for it.”

Mlle. Bustier swallows.

"B-But-"

“No ‘buts’!” Marinette cuts the woman. "It gets special treatment just for being the daughter of politician, is it?"

Chloe tosses her hair over her shoulders, arms crossed. “My father is the new mayor of Paris. Mayor! He rules everything, so do I!”

Marinette makes an 'hm' sound without opening her mouth, looking critically from Chloe to Bustier - who had a greenish tinge to her face -.

"It will be something to tell the parents of Dupont students, then." There is a dangerous edge to the girl's tone. "Imagine the scandal that will be when the word comes out that the mayor of Paris and his daughter, has power over the way the school is run"

Marinette smiled and went down the stairs towards Chloe.

Mlle. Bustier sighs at the sweet girl's behavior. Understanding coming to her.

"You are not Marinette." She says.

The girl smiles, an evil look in her eyes.

"Bingo!" She claps excitedly. “I thought you were more stupid. I was sincerely concerned about the school education that habibit is receiving.”

The students made protest sounds with the girl's harsh words, but the look she sent them made everyone freeze in their seats quickly shutting up.

"Who are you-" Chloe fumbles, shocked by the color of Marinette's eyes.

"I think you'd better be quiet, Bourgeois." Non-Marinette says. "Otherwise, you will discover one of the many ways I know how to cut a person's tongue." She makes mimics a scissor with her fingers, without taking her eyes off Chloe.

The blonde's eyes widen in fright.

“Or who knows, one day you may wake up bald... There are many options on the table. I can even let you choose.” Non-Marinette taps her finger against her chin thoughtfully.

Chloe walks away. Hands quickly going to the head, trying to protect the hair away from Marinette.

"I-I don't feel well." Mumbles, picking up the yellow bag from the table. "I think I'm going to go home... Daddy will call dismissing me... Bye!" She doesn't wait for Mlle Bustier's response before running out of the classroom.

Non-Mari smiled beatifically, enjoying the whole scene of the girl's escape and staying until Chloe was out of sight. Then the expression darkened when her attention turned to Bustier.

"You and I are going to have a very serious conversation now."

And Mlle. Bustier swallows, feeling threatened by the girl's words.

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