#brucenette

[mystarlightlight]

Weird, but true.

I used to love adrienette, bit know I cannot stand. Nothing against anybody. I just realized how unrealistic it is and how perfect it would be. I personally like drama and character growth which does not normally appear in adrienette. I have totally jumped off the band wagon with this. Even with peternette (Peter Parker x Marinette), there is drama and sort of that weird anticipation. I don't really know how to explain it, but even though Peter is a total cinammion (cinammon?) roll, we see the struggles he goes through with bullying, superhero responsibilities, and everything else. Even with all of these weighing him down, he is still an awesome hero. However, I mean no disrespect to Chat Noir. I just believe that he is a little bit goofy and immature when it comes to being a hero at times. He has definitely gotten better. Okay, if we are being honest, I love seeing Marinette being, pardon my language, badass. She is depicted as helpless damsel in a lot of adrienette fic (I am not saying all, but I have seen a lot) and I don't really think she is. She is an independent women who is smart, resourceful, and doesn't need any boy or person to save her.

Please don't hate. These are just my personal opinions. I am not trying to force them on anybody.

If you see any grammar errors, please tell me. I always am looking for ways to improve.

[jinx-jade]

A promise is a promise Part 1: Good Bye For Now

Marinette stared at the view in front of her. The city night lying to all those that could see it as the windows of the tall buildings stayed lit up despite the sun having set long ago. It was deceiving, creating the illusion that the city was safe even after the shadows and darkness came out, drowning its surroundings and the people who call this place home.

She knew the truth though. She knew about the ones with ill intentions who crept through the night, unpunished. This city was no safer than her own during the war, when Hawkmoth was still a threat.

There had been heroes in her city, and soon there would be heroes in this city, his city.

An arm snaked its way around her waist, pulling her away from the edge of the roof top and back against a broad chest. She glanced over her shoulder to look at the boy behind her, because no matter how much they have been through, they are still children, teenagers who have yet to reach their eighteenth birthday. They are just children. Just a boy. Just a girl.

“I’m going to miss you.” She told him, holding his blue eyes with her own.

He held her tighter, pressing feather light kisses against the exposed skin on her shoulder, trailing his way up her neck. He placed a kiss to her jaw before leaning close to her ear, lips just brushing against the shell of it, breath hot against her skin.

“Then don’t go.” He suggested, kissing her forehead before burying his face in her neck.

“You know I have to go.” She sighed, looking back out towards the deceitful sight. “And so do you.” She reminded him.

“I know.” He murmured into her neck.

“We’ll both be pretty busy.” Marinette continued.

“I know.” He repeated.

“We’ll see each other again.” She informed him.

He hummed in agreement this time.

“We will.” He promised.

Marinette let out a sigh, wiggling slightly in her best friend's hold. He loosened his grip, lifting his head to meet her eyes with his own concerned ones.

“Then why do you sound so sad?” Marinette asked, holding his face in her hands.

Bruce leaned into the touch. Even as his eyes roomed over her face, memorizing each and every detail for the millionth time, he never once took her eyes off the girl in front of him. He never wanted to.

“I don’t want you to leave my side.” He confessed, leaning his forehead against her’s as she wrapped her arms around his neck, his own still settled around her waist.

“I know.” she said, echoing his earlier response.

“Then why bother asking?” He questioned in a soft, quiet tone, as if Marinette were a frightened animal that was ready to run.

“Because I’m a cruel being who wanted to hear you say it.” Marinette claimed, twisting the ends of his hair between her fingertips as their noses just barely touched.

“I don’t believe you have the ability to be cruel.” Bruce whispered against her lips, causing Marinette to laugh bitterly, leaning away with a shake of her head.

“Not here I don’t. Too much destruction in the air for there not to be harsh consequences if I am.” Marinette informs him with a sad smile, knowing he doesn’t fully understand her words but understands enough to not question them.

The two stay where they are, near the edge of the roof but at a safe enough distance that there is no danger, for a while. The two just enjoying each other's presence as the last of their time together slips away, second by second, sand slipping through an hourglass.

“What are we?” Marinette asked, looking up from where she had been resting her head against his chest.

“What do you mean?” Bruce asked, looking down at her with furrowed brows.

Marinette shrugged to the best of her ability without removing herself from the comfort of his physical affection.

“We’ve just... never labeled anything- ever. I don’t even remember when it was, we officially became friends.” Marinette explained, eyes full of curiosity and warmth as she smiled up at Bruce.

He hummed in response as he thought over their relationship and all their past interactions. His brows stayed furrowed together even as he landed on the answer he desired.

“What do you want us to be?” He asked instead of voicing his own answer.

“I... don’t know.” She answered honestly, “We aren’t just friends- I don’t think we could ever be just friends.” Marinette claimed, leaning her head back against his chest while keeping eye contact.

“I suppose that’s true, and something we can agree on.” Bruce chuckled, tightening his hold as if to pull her closer, despite it not being possible.

This is an important conversation, and they both know it.

This is also a long-overdue conversation that they probably should have had after the first kiss, or the second, or the third, but they didn’t, so they’re having this conversation now, hours before they have to separate for who knows how long.

Bruce gave another quiet hum, pressing a kiss to her forehead, whispering to her.

“I know what I want,” he told her, the drop in his tone causing the warmth in her chest to spread up the back of her neck.

“But you want to make sure I want the same thing and that your answer isn’t pressuring me or affecting my own answer.” Marinette summarized from the silence that hung between them after his statement.

He didn’t acknowledge what she had just said, only staring into her sapphire blue eyes as he waited for her to tell him what it is she wanted their relationship to be.

“How about... we revisit this topic when we meet again?” Marinette suggested playfully, receiving a raised brow.

“Will you have your answer then?” Bruce asked patiently.

“hmm- maybe... maybe not. Who knows? We could be thirty the next time we meet for all we know. We might already be in a relationship, or perhaps have a family of our own.” Marinette informs him, doing her best to hide her sadness behind a smile.

A sad smile that Bruce kissed right off her. Soft and gentle, yet desperate and pleading. As if he was seeking her attention while demanding it at the same time.

He has always been a walking contradiction in some ways. The way he spoke and the things he did. However, she never paid his contradictions any mind, always having been able to pick out the truth of what he meant.

“And if we aren’t? If we meet again, neither of us with a partner? What then?” He asked when he pulled away from her lips, leaving Marinette a bit dazed.

“Well- I suppose I would just have to make you mine then,” Marinette informed him before recapturing his lips only for her phone’s alarm to go off, letting her know it was time for her to leave.

“Is that a promise?” Bruce asked against her lips as the alarm continued to ring out.

Marinette huffed in amusement as she blindly turned off her phone’s alarm.

“Sure.” She agreed with a smile. “If we’re thirty and single we’ll get married or something.”

They shared one last kiss before parting ways for an unknown amount of time. They both have training to get to. Marinette who needed to complete her training, and Bruce who needed to begin his training. Both with cities and people they wanted to protect.

[galla02006]

What did you do?! Brucinette [CrackFic]

Thought of this when I was reading this

I’m making this a Brucinette just because it makes more sense in my opinion.

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(This takes place in Wayne manor, Marinette and Bruce are married.)

Marinette was packing a bag while Bruce was sulking when Dick entered: Hey, Mom, I need your help wit- what are you doing? Why are you packing a bag?! Did Bruce do something?!

Bruce: Dick Marinette’s leavi-

Before he could finish what he was saying Dick cut him off yelling: HEY GUYS. COME QUICK!!! EMERGENCY!!! B DID SOMETHING TO PISS MOM OFF SO NOW SHE’S LEAVING!!! 😱😰

Both Jason and Damian were the first ones to arrive.

Jason: WHAT DID B DO!?😰

Damian: FATHER, WHAT HAVE YOU DONE?!😰

Jason: Is it because he's old? 🤔😰😨

Bruce: what th-😐

Barbra was next followed by Stephanie dragging a barely awake Tim.

Both Barbra and Stephanie: WHAT DID HE DO?!😰😱

Stephanie : it’s probably because of his fashion taste, just look at him.😰😫

Barbra: he’s probably going bald, is that why?!😩

Bruce: he- 😑

Tim: he probably said or did something stupid again.☕️��🙄😕

And in our lord and savior's typical fashion, Alfred shows up out of nowhere and says: shame on you master Wayne. (Smh) 😔

Bruce: bu..but-😥😓

Damian: Pennyworth gather my belongings, I’ve decided, if mother and father wish to get a divorce, I shall live with mother. 😔

Bruce: di-?

Dick: DIVORCE!?😰😢

Jason: it was fun while it lasted, After you’re done with demon spawns stuff help me with mine.🤚😔🙃

Cassandra: I help too!! 😃🙋‍♀️

(Wtf, where’d she come from!?)

Barbra: Come on Dick, we need to get our stuff too, Steph go help Tim with his.. whatever?

Bye Bruce it was fun while it lasted. 😔😢☹️👋

Dick: I ca- can’t believe it’s ov- over.. just like that...😭

Everyone starts walking out of the room talking when suddenly Marinette screams: EVERYONE STOP! 😤

Everyone stops and turns to look at Marinette

Everyone: yes?🥺🥸🙂

Marinette: WTH?! Your father and I aren’t getting a divorce!😠😤

Dick: Then only separation?🥺😭

Marinette: no! I’m leaving for a mission not divorcing Bruce!😤

.

..

…

Everyone: ooooohhhh😯

…

..

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Jason: what’s for lunch?😃😋🤔

Alfred: lasagna, master Ja-🙂

And just like that everyone was out of the room back to their respective places

Bruce:

(don’t mind the bad and lazy art)

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Low key everyone jabbing at Bruce 😂

Welcome to the dark age 🥸

[theblac11406426]

What if Marinette had Hanahaki Disease?

I have recently known about the Hanahaki Disease, and I thought what if Marinette had Hanahaki Disease? For those who don’t know about the Hanahaki Disease.

It's a disease where the victim of unrequited or one-sided love begins to vomit or cough up the petals and flowers of a flowering plant growing in their lungs, which will eventually grow large enough to render breathing impossible if left untreated. There is also no set flower that blossoms in the lungs but it may be the enamour’s favourite flower or favourite colour. There are 2 cures for this Disease. The Victim’s Feelings are returned or The Plant is surgically removed.

No. 1 Cure

These Disease cannot be cured by the feelings of friendship but must be feelings of genuine love. The victim may also develop Hanahaki Disease if they believe the love to be one-sided but once the enamoured returns the feelings, they will be cured.

No. 2 Cure

Hanahaki can be cured through surgical removal of the plants' roots, but this excision also has the effect of removing the patient's capacity for romantic love. It may also erase the patient’s feelings for and memories of the enamoured.

Symptoms ;

Fever

Uncontrollable Shaking

Loss of Appetite

Low Body Temperature

Hallucinations

This Idea has been bugging me. I have mental issues. Someone, please help me( ͡╥ ͜ʖ ͡╥)

[demonangel27]

Hello all my writers out there. I have a question. I dont have time to write but I have alot of ideas just need a writer or al least some help in bringing my ideas to life :)

[fangirlfox12]

[pinkdemon3]

Do you have any fan fiction recommendations please share with me.

Fan fiction

brucenette

daminette

maribat

polymari

jonmari

Deku x oc

[theghosthidingunderasheet]

A Batclan AU where they start a band and Dick insists on calling them Bruce and the Brucenetts. 

[jinx-jade]

A promise is a promise Part 3: Bruce’s adoption problem (and the memories made)

The cool air of the night sky cut through any remaining doubts in his mind as he took his first jump, beginning what would be the first of many patrols. At the age of twenty-six, Bruce Wayne became the urban legend known as the dark knight, Batman. 

 Not even a year later, still twenty-six years old, he took in a newly orphaned boy. An eight-year-old who grew up traveling with a circus before his parents' death. Most of the kid's care came from Alfred, the blessing of a father figure, now a grandfather figure. Bruce tried his best to keep the boy, Richard ‘Dick' Grayson, away from his night job, especially as his current investigation was on the murder of the boy's parents. 

 At the age of nine, Dick created the mantel known as Robin when he snuck out, following his adoptive guardian, the urban legend himself, to help take down his parents' murderers. Batman stared down at his kid, dressed in black joggers and a ‘flying Grayson’ themed hoody, with his old performing mask over his eyes to help conceal his identity. 

 With a sigh, he knelt in front of his kid, pulling him into a hug as he felt more than saw Dick shaking as he began to cry and apologize over and over again. Batman pulled away from his kid, holding him by the shoulders. 

  “Don’t ever do that again. You’re a kid. You’re just a kid- you don’t have the training to do this.” He scolded as Dick sniffled and nodded his head. Bruce pulled him back into a hug as he picked up the nine-year-old, carrying him over to the batmobile to take him home. 

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 Bruce pinched the bridge of his nose between his fingers as he watched his hyperactivity twelve-year-old run around the cave, having gotten ready for his first patrol as soon as he woke up. Now with three years of training under his belt, not as much as Bruce would prefer but it was better than nothing. 

 At the age of thirty, Bruce met the police commissioner's daughter, Barbara Gordon, Dick’s best friend, in the Batcave as a sheepish Dick Grayson stood beside her, rocking back and forth from heel to toe. 

 “Richard.” Bruce began, with what seemed to be his ever-present exasperated sigh. 

 “It's not my fault! Babs figured it out already and threatened to tell her dad!” was Dick's explanation, which earned a raised brow from Bruce in Barbara’s direction. 

 She merely shrugged, strolling over to the bat-computer, and plopped down in the chair, spinning around twice before interrupting the turn, facing Bruce as she raised a brow of her own, leaning her an elbow against the arm of the chair, resting her face against her palm. 

 “You should have taught him how to call someone’s bluff,” Barbara told him, drawing a flustered response from Dick and a chuckle from Bruce. 

 Barbara’s training went much faster than Dick, a year, and a half faster, due to her previous self-defense classes her dad made her take, as well as being older and more mature than a twelve-year-old boy. A new mantel was created, known as Batgirl. Bruce could already feel the migraine building as the three went out for Batgirl's first patrol at the age of fifteen. 

 There was an incident. It had nothing to do with Barbara’s night job, but with who her father was, and now she may never walk again. Her time as Batgirl came to an end as she stared at her old costume, having hung it up the previous patrol unknowingly, for the last time. She broke down crying, Dick dutifully standing beside her as he held her. A hand resting on her shoulder from her mentor, the urban legend, the multi-billionaire, the CEO, and permanently tried caring, father. 

 She created an urban legend herself. The eye in the sky, the All-knowing hacker known as Oracle. The man in the chair to the Bat and the Bird. Helping to take down organizations from the shadows just as she once had. 

 She cried again over her old costume, a mantel she created and held for a year and a half of service, when she saw Cassandra, the newest Wayne addition, a former assassin at the age of nine, now ten years old, wear it for the first time. The poor girl seemed to freak out at the sight of Barbara’s tears, and later she found out so had Bruce and Dick. Barbara gestured for the new Bat to come over to her, and with hesitancy, the new baby Bat did. 

 “Look at you.” Barbara laughed wetly, running her hand along with the old costume as she gestured for Cassandra to turn for her. 

 Cassandra smiled, nodding her head as she twirled in a circle slowly. Once the circle was complete she was pulled into a hug by the former Batgirl. 

 “You’re going to do great. I got you, alright?” Cass nodded her head enthusiastically, grinning as she joined Batman and Robin in the Batmobile. 

 “Really?” Oracle asked as a new kid stepped out of the batmobile with an excited Batgirl bouncing beside him. 

 Bruce closed the door to the batmobile with a shrug, gesturing to Cassandra who only grinned in response, tugging the new kid out of the Batcave and into the upstairs. 

 “This is why Dick should never leave you unsupervised,” Barbara told her secondary father, earning a grumble from the dark knight. 

 “Has Dick settled on what he wants his new persona to be?” Bruce asked, ignoring her previous comment. 

 “Nah uh- go talk to him yourself. Come on B. I know you struggle with communication and emotions, but you know how to handle them- I've seen and experienced you doing both.” Barbara said with a roll of her eyes, closing up the last few files on the bat computer. 

 “God knows where I learned to do either.” Bruce chuckled, nodding towards Barbara to say that he will go talk to Dick, before turning away to leave the cave. 

 “Night B. Good luck!” Barbara called out with a chuckle as she made her way out of the Batcave. 

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 “What did I say about adopting random kids off the street!” Dick groaned, burying his face in his hands for a long deep breath, then looking at the two new additions that sat across the table. 

 Dick and Barbara had only been away at their own apartment for a month and a half before deciding that it was better for them to stay at Wayne Manor. Clearly, the two should have thought twice before leaving Bruce unsupervised. 

 “We haven’t been adopted.” One of the new kids, who Dick was later introduced to as Tim, informed the eldest as the other, who was introduced as Stephanie, piled food onto Tim’s plate, motioning for him to eat something. She receives a huff from him but is rewarded with him beginning to eat his food. 

 Bruce opened his mouth to explain when the blonde cut him off. 

 “Stalker boy and wonder boy became friends-ish when Jayjay kept pulling Camera boy out of danger and allowed Timtam to rant about all his thoughts and theories and listened to them… and also didn’t find his stalking photos creepy” Stephanie explained, gesturing to who was who with each nickname. Both boys objected to the names but Stephanie ignored them expertly. “Oh! And Timmy also figured out who Gotham’s vigilantes are and blackmailed Batsy to let us hang out in the Batcave. I just happened to be nearby when this happened so I’m here too.” 

 Dick looked at the two youngest children then to the now middle child, Jason, then back to Bruce, who had let out a tired sigh, pinching the bridge of his nose. 

 “Okay?... So you guess haven’t been adopted... yet...but you know? Wait- and you blackmailed B?” Dick asked as Babs gave him a small pat on the shoulder. 

 “Yup!” 

 “That about sums it up.” 

 There was a tapping on the table to get their attention before Cass just got up and skipped over to the two new additions, patting both on the head, nodding at Dick and Babs. 

 “How much you want to bet B. won’t last the week before adopting them officially?” Jason stage whispered to Cass. 

 Cassandra only responded with a huff of amusement, wrinkling her nose with a shake of her head and a shrug of her shoulders. 

 “Ah- right, no point in making a losing bet,” Jason claimed with an understanding nod of his head, attempting to hold back a smile and his laughter. 

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 “I have a son,” Bruce asked dumbfounded as he stared down at the ten-year-old boy Talia was calming was his. 

 Talia chuckled, placing a hand on the child’s shoulders. 

 “I know we had a bit to drink before we became- involved,” Talia said with a raised brow and a smirk, causing Bruce’s stomach to turn. “So, I wouldn’t be surprised if you had forgotten, Beloved, but this is our son.” 

 Bruce gave a calm nod of his head, pretending for a moment that everything was fine as he took the child Talia claimed was his son back to the batmobile. 

 “Can I drive?” The child questioned when they reached the vehicle. 

 “No.” Came Bruce’s response, a touch too sharp as he struggled to keep his stomach down. 

 “I know how.” The child said with a huff of annoyance, glaring at Bruce. 

 “Get in.” was all Bruce said as he stepped into the vehicle. 

 The drive was quick, breaking numerous laws to get back to the safety of his home. Once they arrived, he motioned for Alfried to take the child and run some tests before disappearing to the closest bathroom, quickly removing his mask and proceeding to cough up the entirety of his stomach content. The nausea that he had held back since Talia’s innuendo of what had happened between them, came back in full force. 

 A hand landed on his back gently, but he flinched away despite the touch probably meaning to comfort him. 

 “Hey, okay, I won’t touch you. She won’t touch you. You’re at home. You’re safe here.” The person who had attempted to comfort him through touch, Dick he realized later when he had somewhat calmed down, reassured him over and over again. 

 Just because he was safe now doesn’t mean he was going to sleep well for a while. 

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 “Welp, so much for being urban legends.” Barbara laughed, dropping the news article from a midday Scarecrow attack they had intervened in, onto the dining table, once she rolled close enough to it. 

 “I’m surprised we lasted until Litl’ D got here.” Dick chuckled, placing a kiss on his fiancée’s forehead, earning a hum of approval from her and a playful gag from Jason. 

 “We didn’t technically, since there was already plenty of photographic evidence of us on social media. That’s just the first official piece of news on the ‘batfam’ from a reliable news outlet.” Tim corrected. 

 Dick stuck his tongue out with a scrunched-up nose in retaliation to the correction, receiving the same expression in response 

 “With your collective lack of stealth skills, I’m surprised none of you were in the news before now.” Damian snarked, pushing his chair back as he stood up, having already finished his breakfast, and left the room, grabbing his backpack, Alfred meeting him at the door. 

 “Bye Dames!” Stephanie called out as she stepped into the dining room with a yawn. 

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 Bruce stared up at the ceiling, having not bothered to get out of bed just yet. His mind ran through thought after thought about what he had dreamed throughout the night. Not his normal dream disguised nightmares of past actions and inactions, but peaceful clips of what seemed to be more like a movie than a memory. The scenes skip from one moment to the next around the main character. A young woman with short hair that appeared in shades of blue and too bright blue eyes. 

 He was drowned in shades of blue throughout his dreams. The sky faded from light blue to fiery gold, then back to shades of blue almost blacks as the woman laughed, dancing through the darkness that was Gotham and the evening sky. She came close enough to a source of light at one point, and he was able to see each and every detail, from her large blue almond eyes to her sweet button nose, to each and every freckle and scar that littered her skin. 

 His body laid stiff as he came to the conclusion that she was a memory when the name, Marinette, floated into his thoughts. How he could have forgotten her and why he was remembering now remained an unknown. The once-forgotten memories and feelings for his best friend continue to replay in his mind. 

 With a sigh, Bruce dragged himself out of bed and began to get ready for the day. 

[jinx-jade]

A promise is a promise Part 2: You don’t remember right now, but I do

Step. Palm. Grab. Flip.

 *Thud!

 Heel kick. Step back.

 Turn.

 Again.

 Slower.

 Step. Palm. Grab. Flip.

 *Thud!

 Heel kick. Step back.

 Turn.

 Again.

 Faster.

 Step. Palm. Grab. Flip.

 *Thud!

 Heel kick. Step back.

 Turn.

 Again.

 The process of taking down student after student continued, over, and over again. The guardian did not once hold back as each pupil hit the floor.

 It was the same pattern. The same sequence of attacks. The speed and strength of each attack were the only changed variables. Each round of attacks was custom made for the pupil the Guardian was facing.

 Step. Palm. Grab. Flip.

 *Thud!

 Heel kick. Step back.

 Turn.

 Again.

 Most of the students laid still on the matted ground, knowing that once their back hit the ground and the pain of a heel to their gut sunk in, they were considered 'out' for this training exercise. The vast majority of the pupils were used to the harsh treatment and those who were not were left to curl up in pain on the floor until the match was called.

 The guardian continued the exercise until there were no more students to take down.

 Step. Palm.

 Block.

 Step back.

 Faster.

 Step. Palm. Palm. Palm. Grab. Flip.

 Marinette braced for the landing, arching her back to let the lower half of her body hit the mat first. As if she had just flopped down onto the floor to sit, knees bent, as she let her shoulders hit the mat next.

 *Thump bum.

 She laid flat on the matted floor, flexing her core as she quickly let out a steady breath.

 Heel kick. Step back.

 The Guardian looked over the people in the room, assessing them before nodding his head as he made eye contact with her.

 "All have done well." The guardian informed them, and so they did because if the guardian said they did well, they must have.

 "That is the end of today. Rest as you wish." The guardian instructed as the students got back up, helping the newer recruits to stand if they were unable to do it on their own.

 "Yes, Guardian!" Came the collective response from the pupils, and with that, he left the room.

 Marinette stayed on the floor, ignoring the strange looks she received as she waved off the new ones' concern as she stared up at the ceiling, not quite present mentally today. Blue eyes had appeared in her dreams again, and they hadn't been her own. They had been cold, distant, and hurt, but oh so warm and caring. She wanted to go home. She wanted to go back to him but know that he has probably moved on already. It has been years since she entered the temple. He doesn't remember her. He can't remember her while she was in the temple. It was part of the Order's protection magic.

 "That is just Ari. She is not new like you." Tif, a fellow senior guardian in training, informed the apprentices, drawing Marinette out of her head for the second it took to register that her new name had been spoken.

 They continued to give her a weird, worried look, and Marinette continued to ignore them. She moved her arm from her side up to her face, covering her eyes with her forearm. 

 “They are gone now,” Tif said after a long-drawn-out silence.

 With a sigh, Marinette removed her forearm to look around the room, and sure enough, they were all gone. Marinette looked back at Tif and the hand that she was now holding out to her. She silently took the hand, dusting off as she stood up.

 “Your thoughts on this class?” Tif asked as they began walking out of the room, falling a few steps behind Marinette, nine and a half inches behind and to the left of her to be exact.

 Nine and a half inches. A seemingly random number that happens to equal around the same length as nineteen finger widths. One for each Kwami her soul has touched and now fell under her protection. One of many old etiquette the Order saw fit to bring back with the revival of their organization.

 “Some would do well to be healers, not fighters,” Marinette answered honestly.

 “Of the new ones?” The senior guardian in training asked as clarification.

 “Some yes, but some old. A list will be made.” Marinette informed her.

 Tif gave a nod of her head that Marinette could just see out of the corner of her eye. While it was difficult to watch people’s body language when they were behind her, she adapted and learned that the reason they stood to one side at the same distance they stood behind was to make it easier for her to keep an eye on them.

 “The elders will be told,” Tif said with a bow of her head, two fingers, the index and middle, being placed over her heart in respect before taking her leave.

 Two fingers over one's heart. A sign of respect to not only her, the Grand Guardian, but also to the two Kwami the gesture represents. Creation with fortune, and Destruction with Ill fortune, respectively. A gesture to represent the dual natures of the Kwami as well as that they are two halves of one whole.

 “Ari! Ari!” A child called out her chosen name in the temple. Everyone who lives in the temple has a chosen two-part name. Their first being two, three, or four letters. While the last was usually four to nine letters. Outside the temple, they use what is seen as 'normal' names and identities that match their ethnicity

 “Ari! Come eat with us!” The children of some Guardians asked as they ran up to her with no regard for or knowledge of the rules and etiquette they were breaking.

 “I will.” Marinette agreed easily, catching the eye of the mother nurse that was supposed to be watching these children.

 “This is fine,” Marinette said to the mother nurse as the children pulled Grand Guardian past her.

 The mother nurse hesitated but nodded, leading Marinette and the children back to the nursery for their meal.

 Marinette smiled at the young children as she sat down with her plate of food. Some of them broke off into their own groups while others surrounded her, asking question after question in an attempt to keep her attention on themself.

 “Ari! When I become a guardian will I get a shiny tag like you?” One of the boys asked, pointing to the silver locket Marinette had attached to her neckband that everyone in the temple wore. The color of the band signifies what your job is. The jobs range from healers, fighters, protectors, caretakers, young ones, and more, all with their own color.

 Without realizing it, Marinette’s hand had come up to hold the silver pendant.

 “It is a memory gift,” Marinette informed the boy with a gentle smile.

 The boy's bright, excited smile fell away. He reached over and grabbed her hand, patting the back of it as if to reassure her.

 “What a beautiful memory.” He told her, the other children were all giving their own feedback on how nice her memory is.

 After a few more minutes of talking with the children, the mother nurse gathered them up and began to help them get ready for bed. Marinette said her goodbyes and left the nursery. Her hand once again came up to hold the silver locket. She unclasped the oval pendant from her neckband and gently opened it as she took a deep breath.

 On the inside were two photos, both of which had been taken by a retired member of the Order.

 On the left, is a picture of a younger her doing homework as Bruce just watched her with a smile.

 On the right, is a screenshot from Wayne tower’s rooftop security cameras of the sun setting, two people standing near the edge, just holding each other.

 She smiled and let out a shaky breath as her head fell back against the nursery door. She hoped his training had gone well and that he had become the hero she knew he could be for his city. She hopes that he stays safe and alive.

 As she let that thought go back to the farthest corner of her mind, she connected her locket back to her neckband. She really did need to thank Alfred for the memorable gift.

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A lot of information isn't specifically labeled, so I did it in the end notes, for anyone who gets confused.

Marinette is the Grand Guardian.

Once you begin training in the temple, you can't leave until you have completed the training for one of the jobs. You can switch jobs whenever you want. If you can't complete training you can just stay at the temple, but if you really want to leave, your memory will be wiped.

If you thought they were speaking weird- they were. They aren't speaking English, so what you're reading is essentially the 'translated' version.

There are only 19 miraculi/Kwmai total (because it makes my job less complicated).

The old Order has a lot of etiquette rules that Marinette is trying to follow to the best of her ability.

2-4 letter first names with 4-9 letter last names that are considered sacred within the temple, and only to be used in the temple.

A Mother nurse is a 'caretaker' or 'babysitter' who watches over children while their parents a busy. Parents spend time and care for and about their children here (unlike the LoA).

Neckbands have specific colors for specific jobs. You CAN earn more than one neckband color, they'll just give you a black neckband with an X sewn in for each color in the color. (they are essentially job ID cards made as chokers).

Memory gifts are usually the last gift you receive before entering the temple from the people in the outside world before they forget about you.

The outside people can't remember people who enter the temple, WHILE THEY ARE IN THE TEMPLE.

[galla02006]

Don’t know why but i really like the idea of sugar baby Brucinette 😅

Can someone please write this?

[galla02006]

No Time To Die|Song Au

It was a Dark and rainy day when it happened,

I should've known

it was ten years ago but I still remember it like it was just yesterday, it was the day before my 16th birthday,

I'd leave alone

we'd finally managed to track down hawkmoth. we, being chat noir and ladybug, had planned to raid his base and retrieve the peacocks and moth miraculous, finally ending the three year long war.

Just goes to show

we'd planned it for weeks, nothing could've possibly gone wrong...

That the blood you bleed

except Chat noir wasn't on my side, at least not anymore.

Is just the blood you owe

we'd entered the ominous looking lair fairly easy, walked to the end of the hall together, I nocked down the door, and entered first,

We were a pair

there he was, standing there Mayura by his side,

But I saw you there

I was the first to talk "Hawkmoth! Mayura! as the Gradian of the Miraculous I demand you return the Moth and peacock miraculous or be faced with the consequences!" the only response I'd gotten was a manic laugh and the revealing look of madness in his eyes,

Too much to bear

"and what that might be ladybug, you don't actually believe you can stop us on your own. do you?"

You were my life

"I'm sorry my lady" and just like that, I felt a sharp pain in my back, and tears in my eyes,

But life is far away from fair

chat noir had betrayed me, my closet ally and partner...ha..ha Ha HA-

Was I stupid to love you?

in a long line of dominos, it was the last domino falling, after three years they'd done it, she said it would happen and it did..

Was I reckless to help?

First it was trusted acquaintances, next was Friends, then it was family, now this, people I'd known for years, all turned their backs to me.

Was it obvious to everybody else

it was all a lie, A LIE!!

That I'd fallen for a lie?

maybe it was the anger that fuelled my next actions, or maybe it was desperation mixed my mental and physical pain,

You were never on my side

I was on my back, I used my legs to spring myself back on my feet, it caught everyone off guard, I used that and got a hit on chat noir, causing him to fall flat down on his ass, I knocked him out and took his ring.

Fool me once, fool me twice

it was two vs one so I put on the ring and unified the ring and earrings, it was a move purely driven by adrenalin.

Are you death or paradise?

physically, it felt felt warm. Mentally? I was as cold as ice.

Now you'll never see me cry

I don't remember much, just tears and anger,

There's just no time to die

all I know is, when the adrenalin wore off, I had the moth and peacock miraculous in my hands, and both hawkmoth and mayure were on the floor, unconscious.

I let it burn

there were sirens outside getting closer by the second, so after getting what I wanted, I left.

You're no longer my concern

she had the Grimoire, the miracle box, and a bag of clothes.

Faces from my past return

she'd turned the miracle box into a ring, it was easier to travel with that way,

Another lesson yet to learn

she didn't know where she was going, she was alone with no one to trust,

That I'd fallen for a lie

all she knew was she was done, done being the nice girl, done with people, and done with being a 'hero'

You were never on my side

just like that, came the downfall of ladybug. and with it, came the rise of 'the Scarlet Guardian'.

Fool me once, fool me twice

Are you death or paradise?

and for the the next ten years she travelled the world, training and looking for lost miraculouses, no one by her side other then the Kwamis.

Now you'll never see me cry

There's just no time to die

she'd been in Tibet to visit the abandoned temple, she's had decided to visit a random, nearby bar when she met him.

No time to die

it was purely by chance when their eyes met

No time to die

blue bluebell eyes meets dazzling ocean blue eyes,

Fool me once, fool me twice

it was electric, she was as drawn to him as he was to her.

Are you death or paradise?

he was the first to move, getting up from his table and heading to her direction at the bar.

Now you'll never see me cry

he'd asked to sit in the empty seat next to her, introducing himself as Bruce, she'd reluctantly agreed, for a few minutes they'd sat there in silence, he'd been the one to break it,

There's just no time to die

for a complete stranger, she'd enjoyed his company, maybe she should give him a chance.

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Ok so personally I get Carmen SanDiego vibes when I think of what she wears, so red trench coat with a matching Fedora hat, plus I found this ring on Pinterest so let’s add that in too:

Thanks for reading, now if you excuse me I have to go study for my first mid semester physics exam qwq