#maribat stuff

[artemisiasthings]

The Great IKEA Game by @batsandbugs

She’s done. My first bind. 🤌🏼 I’m so proud of this book and I cannot believe I made this with my own two hands!!!!

The story is incredible, The Great IKEA Game is a fic I come back to time and time again when I need a pick me up so it was a no brainer to choose this as my first bind. It’s the perfect length and I know I’m going to be eternally grateful to have it in my shelves if society collapses and the apocalypse comes 😂

I learned so much throughout this process about typesetting, materials, graphic design, conservation-grade techniques, and everything else that goes into making a finished, readable book. I wouldn’t have such a beautiful finished project without the incredible support and tutorials from creators on instagram and TikTok! I was blessed to find an answer for any question that came up either through existing videos or through kind responses to my frantic 3 am insta stories.

Needless to say, having a physical book that I CREATED WITH MY OWN TWO HANDS is fueling my god complex and I cannot wait to bind even more 😈

Progress Posts: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4

[intotherabithole]

Prompt Siren

Tim x Marinette

[the-coffee-fandom]

Batkids fighting over who’s the coolest

Jason: I’m clearly the coolest. The calendar literally spells my name I’m so cool

Marinette: *rolls her eyes* No it doesn’t

Jason: Go check

Duke: *scribbles down the first letter of each month*

JFMAMJJASOND

Mari: Oh my gosh it does

Jason: *taking immense pride over winning an insignificant argument* Beat that

[soulmate-game]

I guess I have to make up for AO3’s crash by dipping into my google docs and uploading every chapter of The Heroes’ Game on here for you guys. Once I run out of reruns of The Heroes’ Game, I’ll just have to start cranking out new chapters/fics/one shots.

Sigh. Look what I do for my your boredom.

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Chapter 1

Soulmates. That gooey, gushy, over-sentimentalized, overly relied-upon concept that was unfortunately (or fortunately, for romantics) very real. But unlike stories or movies, it was not uniform. There was not one universal soulmark or set type of soul bond. There were romantic soulmates, platonic soulmates, even familial soulmates (a subdivision of the above platonic, more specific yet stronger due to the distinction). But not only were the types of soul bonds broken into three separate categories, but the variety of types of soulmarks that a pair (or triad, in some rare cases) could end up with was still being discovered. Already, there were almost a hundred different catalogued forms that a soul bond could come in. All of them studied and confirmed by both science and magic as being valid. Even the timing that a soul bond chose to reveal itself could vary individual to individual.

Which led to the current dilemma.

A certain half-Asian girl with her blue-black hair up in pigtails was forced to watch as a blond boy and Japanese girl gaped at one another. As everyone present watched, bright spiraling designs that seemed to be made of light itself etched themselves on one arm of both teens, starting from where their hands gripped one another. The blond had tripped down the stairs, only for his hand to be caught by the smaller Asian girl and bright light to erupt from their palms.

The half-Asian, half-French girl at the bottom of the stairs could only observe in mute dismay as a swirling foil of pulsing maroon light sank itself into the right arm of Adrian Agreste, bright neon green markings adding detail to the stylized weapon. A matching symbol, orientation flipped and colors inverted, etched itself in glowing light on the right arm of Kagami Tsurugi.

They were soulmates.

The only person in Marinette’s class other than herself without a visible soul mark or completed bond (until now), the only person Marinette had believed herself capable of being with, had a soul mate. And by the way they stared into each other’s eyes even as Adrien continued to dangle perilously over the concrete steps, it wasn’t platonic.

Marinette felt cold, as if someone had stuffed a funnel down her throat just to dump ice directly into her stomach.

When Chat Noir immediately stopped hitting on Ladybug only to apologize in private and reveal he had met his soulmate, Marinette connected the dots. The magic of the Miraculous helped protect the identities of the wielders, but could not hold up against significant hard proof. That, and Marinette was getting more and more immune to the lesser Miraculous magic as she trained to become the next Guardian.

On the rooftops, Chat was still her partner. Despite showing up less often during Akuma attacks or nightly patrols due to having dates, he was still reliable whenever he showed up. But as Adrien Agreste, he and Marinette had never been further apart.

—*—*—*—*—*

“Still sulking?” The all-too-familiar voice of Chloe Bourgeois cut through Marinette’s intrusive thoughts, the usually haughty tone surprisingly gentle. After quite a bit of time, introspection, and character development, Chloe had become a good friend of Marinette’s. Still incredibly hard to tolerate at times, but dependable.

The black haired girl just groaned, dropping her face into her hands. “He was my first real crush, Chloe,” the girl complained, clearly still hurt. “I loved him. Or I thought I did, anyway. You can’t expect me to heal from it all that quickly.”

“Of course not,” The blond heiress agreed easily, shrugging even as she put a forkful of food in her mouth. Maybe trying to have girl talk with Marinette on the fourth floor of a five-star hotel wasn’t the best idea, her short friend being incredibly uncomfortable in the atmosphere despite her personally made clothing being more than acceptable for the environment. “But it’s been two months, Mari. It’s time to straighten your spine, and get out there looking again! You don’t need Adrien, just like you don’t need Alya or sausage-hair or any of the idiots that flock with them in our class,” the girl reasoned. “Adri-kins is sweet, but he has the entirely wrong approach to Lila, you know. Convincing you to stay quiet was the worst advice he could have given. Staying quiet would never have allowed me to change or see that what I was doing was wrong,” Chloe pointed out. “Why would it work for her?”

“Adrien is just being careful,” Marinette defended weakly, pushing her salad around her plate disinterestedly. Knowing he was Chat just made her sympathize with his motives even more. He didn’t know Ladybug was in his class to back him up instantly, after all. But still, Marinette knew Chloe was right. Adrien might have good intentions, but his execution of them left a lot to be desired. “He doesn’t want another Akuma.”

“We get Akumas every week, he should just suck it up. We get even more Akumas from her lies than we would if everyone knew what she was doing,” the blond girl continued easily, not giving in to her friend’s weak excuses. “Besides, telling you to be quiet just puts you at the most risk of Akumatization. He should know that. It’s a miracle it hasn’t happened to you yet,” Chloe’s perfect babydoll-pink lips thinned as she stabbed a piece of chicken on her plate. “Lucky for all of us, not that he knows that.”

Marinette just sighed in agreement. “Can we just, you know, stop talking about this?” The meeker of the two asked gently, finally managing a mouthful of greens. “This is supposed to be our girl time. Ever since you transferred schools, we’ve had less and less time to just hang out.”

Chloe frowned, but gave in with a nod. “Sure, sure. Oh! Daddy told me about how you won that Wayne Enterprises competition for your class!” Chloé suddenly perked up, leaning over the table in newfound enthusiasm, her suddenly exclamation making the rich crowd around them side-eye the two teenage girls. Marinette flailed her arms in an attempt to get her friend to calm down and be quiet, an attempt that she should have known would be futile. All Chloe did was lean slightly back towards her own chair. “Well?! Are you excited to be going to Gotham?”

“Of course I am,” Marinette finally stopped trying to calm down her excitable friend. “Being able to travel to America, study the fashion of Gotham City, be inspired by the foreign landscape—“ Marinette sighed dreamily, not unlike the way she used to sigh over Adrien. Her hands even cradled her cheeks as she lost herself momentarily to her daydreams. Her hands dropped as the illusion was ruined by the memory that— “The whole class is going though, so it’s going to be an uphill battle to avoid Liar Rossi spoiling the whole trip.”

“Nope, you said you didn’t want to talk about her. This conversation will be sausage-hair free until dinner is over, at the least,” Chloe chided lightly. “I heard Bruce Wayne himself is inviting your class to a charity gala at the end of the trip, and that you will be presenting a speech as an honored guest and owner of the winning submission!” Chloé gasped suddenly, dropping her fork onto her plate with a cacophonous clatter. “Oh. Em. Gee. You’re designing your own dress, aren’t you? Who am I kidding, of course you are!” Chloé squealed in delight. “MDC, strutting her skills overseas, it’s glorious!”

“Shh, Chloe!” Marinette went right back to flailing her arms uselessly. “There’s a reason I haven’t publicly come out as MDC yet! Someone will hear you!” The short blue-eyed girl was looking around the room frantically. The waiters wouldn’t dare kick out the mayor’s daughter, but other patrons were already leaving early or requesting a different floor in order to escape the infamous Chloe Bourgeois Chaos. On the bright side, none of them seemed to be paying any attention to what the young rich girl had actually said.

“Oooh,” Chloe leaned over the table again with a wide, mischievous grin. “What if you finally meet your soulmate?” Her smile widened impossibly. “Of course you’d have an American soulmate. Someone blunt, maybe, to combat your constant worrying. He’d have to always tell you upfront exactly how he feels or else you’d constantly be worried about misinterpreting them,” the girl mused, completely ignoring Marinette’s groaning and moaning about how embarrassing she was being. “And everyone knows that nobody does Blunt quite as well as Americans. Ooh, I wonder what your mark is gonna be!”

“Hopefully something invisible,” Marinette finally spoke up, her remark a mere grumble as her nose scrunched up. “It would kind of ruin the whole secret identity thing if it was noticeable, right? Do soul bonds even care about secret identities? Oh no,” Marinette blanched, spiraling in true Marinette Dupain-Cheng fashion. “What if it’s on my face? The magic can’t hide something that identifiable! Everyone will know who I am, and then Hawk Moth will attack my family and isolate me and attack me out of costume or akumatize me, and then he’ll make his wish, and then world war three will actually happen, and—“ The ramble was thankfully stopped by perfectly manicured hands slapping over Marinette’s mouth, one blond eyebrow raised at her as Chloe kept the word vomit from continuing stubbornly.

“No. Stop catastrophizing, the worst-case scenario doesn’t always happen, girl. La—“ Chloe glances around the suddenly half-empty room and lowered her voice. “You know who is such a deep part of you that there’s no way your soul bond will ignore that. I seriously doubt it will cause your identity to come out.”

Marinette’s shoulders slumped in relief. She waited until Chloe removed her hands and sat back down before saying softly; “I just wish you could come with me. Then it would be bearable.”

Chloé gave one of her oh-so-rare soft smiles to the smaller girl, nodding. “I know. I wish I could go too, but I can’t miss a whole month of school. But you’ll have Alix with you, which is better than nothing. And besides, everyone in Paris knows I’m Queen Bee,” Chloe flipped her hair haughtily, making Marinette grin. “I wouldn’t want to intimidate Gotham’s heroes.”

“In other words,” Marinette started slyly, a teasing grin overtaking her lips as she avoided Chloe’s gaze playfully. “You don’t want to risk attracting the attention of Gotham’s rogues because you couldn’t handle them, right?”

Chloe spluttered in denial, tossing her napkin at Marinette in false anger. “How dare you! The Queen Bee can handle any villain!” Chloe became serious again. “Be careful while you’re over there, yeah? Me, Ryuuko, and Viperion can keep Paris safe while you’re gone but you will only have Alix.”

And Chat, Marinette thought to herself, but Chloe doesn’t need to know that.

“It’s better if Ladybug doesn’t appear in Gotham at all,” Marinette agreed, “So I’ll be as careful as possible. The less evidence anyone has to connect me and Ladybug, the better.”

Chloe nodded. “Of course. Now, did you see Clara’s last music video?” The blond heiress/superhero was turned into a common teenager again as she squealed in delight. “It. Was. Fabulous. And the dress you made her for it? I want one.”

—*—*—*—*—*

Of course this would happen. Marinette stood in the lobby of the hotel where her and her class were staying while in Gotham, with no classmates or teachers in sight and the bus she was supposed to board already gone. At least I’m fluent in English, or else I’d be screwed, she thought to herself. Resigned to the fact that she wouldn’t be able to catch up to the bus, Marinette instead went over to the hotel information desk and asked for directions to the Gotham Museum of History, where her class had left to visit.

At least she had money for a cab.

A cab that apparently decided to kick her out two blocks from her destination in favor of picking up a couple that were positively dripping in expensive jewelry. Marinette dusted herself off, adjusting her purse on her shoulder with a frown. She couldn’t blame him for looking after his own finances, but he didn’t have to chase after tips that blatantly. The girl didn’t even bother arguing with the man, simply handing over the cash she owed him before turning in what she thought was the right direction, if she was reading the map on her phone correctly. It was already dark out, not surprising considering how their plane had arrived in the afternoon and they only got a few hours to rest before visiting the museum as their first activity of the trip.

Quickly memorizing what she thought was the right route, Marinette tucked her phone back into her purse and smiled at Tikki, who hid inside it. “Alright,” Marinette whispered to her Kwami. “I hope I haven’t missed too much!”

Quickly closing her bag, the girl started off towards her destination.

And promptly got lost.

“I thought I saw it this way…” she groaned to herself when she realized she didn’t recognize anything around her, and it had only gotten darker in the past half hour she had been walking. At least being Ladybug keeps me in shape.

Marinette straightened her shoulders, resigning herself to retracing her steps for the twentieth time. She turned on her heel, walking forward as her bright blue eyes scanned her surroundings for anything that might lead her to the museum.

Until she realized the street was oddly empty, and a soft crunch of glass sounded from behind her. Marinette had prepared for this, at least. I’m being followed. Careful to remain calm and keep on walking as if nothing was wrong, Marinette strained her ears and eyes. She managed to catch a glimpse of her tail in a window— tall, broad shouldered, biceps like hams. The girl frowned. She could easily outmaneuver someone twice her size, but it would draw a lot of attention.

Firmly in Ladybug Mode, Marinette slowed down just enough to let the guy come a bit closer, before she veered sharply into an alley. Risky? Yeah, but it would be much less likely to make a spectacle of herself when she handed the guy his ass.

Sure enough, it didn’t take long for the guy to attempt to grab her. As soon as she felt his hand reaching for her though, Marinette easily clamped onto his wrist and used her momentum to hurl the assailant over her shoulder. The large body hit the gravel roughly on his back, letting out a moan that was half pain and half anger. Marinette backed up just enough to stay out of the man’s immediate range, her eyes continuing to dart around.

He hadn’t been alone.

His boots are good quality, so are his cargo pants. No gun, but several knives on his belt. Professional, not out to kill. Capture? As soon as Marinette saw two other guys dressed identically to the man now pulling himself back up to a standing position come out to surround her in the alley, she put it all together. Each newcomer had a tranq gun trained on her. Traffickers.

Ever the improviser, Marinette quickly rolled out of the way of the first few darts shot at her and grabbed a misshapen hunk of wood from the ground to block the next two projectiles like a warped shield. Lunging to her feet, she whipped the chunk of wood at one man with deadly precision, the plank hitting him square across the forehead hard and fast enough to knock him out.

One down. The guy she had initially thrown over her shoulder took advantage of her distraction to wrap his large arms around her, trapping her own against her torso. Not one to be trapped for long, Marinette jumped up and flipped herself upside down so that her legs wrapped around the guy’s neck, and twisted so that her body weight unbalanced him. Combined with his sudden lack of oxygen and field of view, the guy stumbled just enough for Marinette to get one arm free and slam her elbow into his most sensitive area. The guy released her with a howl, and Marinette twisted into a three-point landing. She paused only long enough to slam the side of her arm into a pressure point on howling man’s neck that knocked him out before springing up to face the—

Marinette paused. The last attacker was already tied up, a much different muscular form holding the cursing man a few inches above the ground.

Batman.

“You know, you shouldn’t walk around Gotham at night,” a casual voice sounded from behind her, making Marinette swing around to face Nightwing. The blue vigilante was leaned against the wall, with the first guy Marinette had knocked out already tied up at his feet. “But that was pretty good fighting. You made a few unnecessary moves, but overall not half bad.”

A third figure dropped down from a nearby roof, making Marinette whip her head to the side for a third time. Ugh, I’ll get whiplash at this rate. How are they able to move so noiselessly? The last figure was Robin, who made short work of tying up the last guy before standing and staring straight at Marinette. He crossed his arms, and the French girl suddenly had the feeling she was about to be scolded.

“What were you thinking, leading them into an alley? Are you an idiot?” Were the first words Robin said, instantly making Marinette puff her cheeks out in indignation. How dare he?!

“Robin,” Batman interrupted whatever retort Marinette had been about to make. “Ducking into the alley made it less likely that anyone else would be caught in the fight. It was not necessarily bad a move. That being said,” the most experienced hero in the alley turned to the girl in pigtails. Marinette gulped. It was really intimidating, having Batman’s state focused solely on her. She forced herself to stand as straight as possible. “It was still incredibly reckless. You had no idea how many people were following you, or what their skill level was. I highly suggest you act with much more caution next time. Or better yet, don’t travel Gotham alone even during the day.”

“I’ll be careful,” Marinette agreed, the three heroes instantly picking up on her French accent. “This wasn’t exactly my choice. First, my class left the hotel without me even though I’m the one who applied for the contest that even allowed us to come here in the first place. Then, my cab driver kicks me out a few blocks from where I asked him to take me, and then I got lost. Merde!” Marinette threw her hands up. “It’s not my fault I have bad luck. And you,” she turned and pointed to Robin, about to give him her two cents about his critique of her. That is, until when fingertip actually made contact with his chest and both teens visibly jumped.

It was like static the moment they made contact, but nothing visual happened. Marinette was about to shrug it off as nothing when—

Her vision split in half, like a TV screen when someone was playing a two-player game. Suddenly she could see her normal perspective, with Batman to her left, Nightwing to her right, and her finger straight ahead pushing into Robin’s chest, but she could also see a second perspective.

A perspective where she stared straight at herself.

She watched as her own blue eyes widened in disbelief. She watched as she stumbled back a few shocked steps, and as Robin did the same in front of her.

“Mon dieu,” Marinette cursed breathily, unable to move her eyes from Robin or acknowledge the frantic questions being posed to both of them from Batman and Nightwing. The teens just stared at one another. “Of course my soulmate would be a vigilante.”

“Shit,” Marinette had no idea which of the three heroes said that, but they all seemed to share the sentiment. Shit, indeed.

Nightwing shifted and said; “At least all the traffickers are knocked out.”

—*—*—*—*—*

[artzychic27]

Would that mean they took the school field trip to Gotham instead of New York and if so how would Zoé first meet them exactly? Would they save them from a super villain when one of them could transform or accidentally bump into them during a mission because if that the case that second one would be hilarious?!

Mme. Bustier: Students, welcome to Gotham.

*Cue clown-mask wearing guys driving crazily down the road with dollar bills flying on the breeze as gunshots are fired*

Akuma Class: …

Science Kids: …

Jean: Well, I like it here.

The first few days start off fine with the students hanging out at shops, avoiding villains, eating at cool restaurants, avoiding villains, and going to the parks

But one evening, while at the hotel, the Riddler and his men break in and hold the students hostage unless they can solve his riddles (Y’know, like most Maribat fics)

Lila (Remember, this is her canon self) urges them not to say anything until she can call Batman, to which the Science Kids roll their eyes and start answering each riddle correctly while also subtly coming up with a plan to neutralize The Riddler

Jean whispers spells which cause reflective surfaces in the room to move slightly, and Marc, with his hood over his head, uses his eye beams on Reshma’s compact mirror, which bounce all across the room until they nail The Riddler in the back, knocking him out

Right at that moment, Batman and a blonde Robin arrive on the scene, and Lila takes the credit for using a “special taser” to incapacitate The Riddler

Yeah, they ain’t buying it

Anyway, they knock out The Riddler’s henchmen, avoid the press, and head off onto the night, not even bothering to keep Lila from blabbing and getting herself killed because of her “connections”

Cosette: I’ll just say what we’re all thinking… Robin was kind of hot.

Reshma: But they wore a mask.

Cosette: Hush… They were hot.

Meanwhile in the Bat Cave, Robin is going over the securty footage from the hotel when they notice something odd about the way The Riddler was taken out

They also can’t help but notice how familiar some of the Science Kids look

Batman: Huh. Does that kid with the braids remind you of Virgil Hawkins?

Robin: Other than the outdated slang? Yes. Also, that one with the red hoodie has the same color eye beams as Starfire. And tell me that brunette doesn’t have Zatanna’s eyes.

Batman: … Well, I know some people who have some explaining to do.

One night while the Akuma Class is asleep, the Science Kids decide to go out and blow off a little steam due to Lila’s non-stop talking about knowing the Bat-family and the Justice League

The city’s overrun with all sort of criminals, so who’s going to notice some superpowered teenagers?

Here’s an answer, Batman and Blonde Robin who have been keeping close tabs on them since the hostage

Ismael: *Nervous laughter* You must be wondering how I’m flying, why her skin is suddenly magenta, and how he broke the sound barrier just by running. Funny story-

Batman: You’re all coming with us.

Science Kids: Yes, sir.

After being served tea by Alfred, Batman questions them about their parentage

Lacey: That’s it? Okay, my godfather is Beast Boy since he transferred some of his blood to me after an accident, Aurore’s bio dad is Aquaman, Marc’s mom is Starfire, Denise’s… I guess, creator is Wonder Woman, Simon’s godfather is The Flash. Same deal as me. Ismael’s dad is Superman, Reshma’s mom is Poison Ivy, Cosette’s dad is Static Shock, Jean’s mom is Zatanna, and Mireille’s mom is Black Canary. This tea is amazing, by the way.

Aurore: So, is that all? Was dragging us to your brooding lair really necessary? What happens now?

Robin: I told him it was excessive.

Batman: Look, you kids can’t go out using your powers out in the open. You’re in Gotham; one of your parents enemies could make the connection.

Marc: Most of my mother’s enemies are either back in Jump City or on Tamaran.

Cosette: Ebon and Heatstroke are way out in Dakota, so I’m good.

Robin: … You single?

Cosette: What?

Robin: Nothing!

When they head back to the hotel, they discover that Robin somehow got all of their numbers and set up a group chat between the eleve of them, because they need to be around decent people their age and not those snobs at Gotham Academy

Well, they don’t mind. Now Robin can keep them up to date on any villain attacks so they can avoid it… Or help out from the shadows. Who’s gonna stop them?

When news gets out about hooded vigilantes with superpowers assisting Batman and Robin, Lila uses it to her advantage and says that Jean of all people is her boyfriend

Jean: *Loudly laughing* Oh, God! Oh, God! Please, stop it!

Lila: *Tearing up* What’s so funny? What my boyfriend and I have is beautiful!

Jean: *Rolling on the floor and crying while laughing* Stop! I’m gonna fucking bust a gut if you don’t stop!

Don’t worry, those who believe Lila aren’t complete and total assholes like in MariBat stories, so no one gets left behind on purpose when a villain tries to kill everyone in the room or steal a room key so someone has to spend their vacation in the dangerous part of Gotham… (That has happened in fics)

They just glare or tell them to knock it off because they know better than to make a scene in Gotham of all places. When they’re not doing that, they’re trying to keep Lila from telling so many people about her connections to the Bat Family

When taking a tour of a museum, it couldn’t be on a worse day when Scarecrow decides to show his face and spread his toxin throughout the building

Jean uses his magic to manipulate the air around him and the others so the toxins can’t get to them, Marc and Ismael zap any security cameras so no one sees them using their powers, and they go to kick Scarecrow’s ass while the rest are under the effects of his toxin

He didn’t exactly account for ten superhuman teenagers and became bound by a mint green cobra, punched into next week by a short guy in a cardigan, had his eardrums destroyed, and electrocuted

Batman/Robin: *Barge in wearing gas masks and crying the antidote for the Fear Toxin* What the-?

Science Kids: *Playing cards on Scarecrow’s limp body*

Aurore: And just what took you two so long?

Robin: I quit. I wanna join their team.

Batman: Not in the middle of the semester.

Just one more week until they head back to Paris. And as a special treat, the sponsor for the contest Marinette won and Lila claimed she won has surprised them all tickets to the Wayne Gala, because that’s also a thing in these fics

The Science Kids spend the day finding some fancy outfits, doing each others hair and makeup, and trying so hard to ignore Lila until she tries to get her classmates to buy her an expensive dress becuase she “left her wallet at home”

Cue Simon grabbing her wallet without anyone noticing

Simon: Here, Lila. I found this on the floor at the hotel. You should be more careful. Well, at least now Rose can buy that gorgeous dress.

Then Cosette prevents Lila from messing up Marinette’s hair dryer at the salon

Aurore keeps Nathaniel dry when Lila tries to push him in a puddle for some petty reason by diverting the water

And just to be petty, Reshma throws a few pollen bombs at Lila

Anyway, it’s the evening of the Wayne Gala, and everyone is looking gorgeous. It’s all going well, Marc musters up the courage to ask Nathaniel for a dance, Alya’s talking with Lois Lane, Robin managed to snag a dance with Cosette, no high-ranking people are buying any of Lila’s lies… Then The Joker makes an appearance

The Akuma Class start wondering if they’re cursed to just be followed by super villains no matter where they go

Since they can’t exactly sneak off without one of The Joker’s henchmen noticing, the Science Kids have no choice but to use their powers in public. And they expose Lila’s lies a bit, so that’s a bonus

Jean: Hey! Girlfriend of mine, there’s something I should tell you… *Seizes Jon Kent by the waist, dips, and kisses him for ten second* It’s not me, it’s you. Or, rather, it was never you, because I’m not dating you. *Rejoins the fight*

Jon: … Damn.

Ismael: Dude! That’s my brother!

Then, at the last second, when a bullet is about to pierce Marc, it suddenly stops in mid-air, surrounded by a black aura

The Joker’s henchmen are rounded up and bound by an unseen force while the Joker is forced into a portal leading to Arkham Asylum

Everyone’s just wondering who did that until Nino points out Nathaniel floating and surrounded by a black aura

Alix: NATH?!

Jean: I knew there was something up with him.

Kim: He’s magic?!

The fight ends with the Akuma Class crowding around Nathaniel and trying to get answers out of him until he freezes time so he can talk to the Science Kids, Batman, and Robin

Nathaniel: I always had a feeling I wasn’t the only superhuman at school.

Batman: That magic of yours. Are you-

Nathaniel: Son of Trigon, devourer of a thousand souls, conqueror of a million universes. Nice to meet you; can I have your autograph?

Denise: Uh, real quick. What about your classmates? We can’t exactly have them all knowing about us.

Nathaniel: Don’t worry. By the time I unfreeze time, they won’t remember anything within the last hour.

And they didn’t.

Long story short- Lila gets exposed, Cosette and Robin have been texting outside the group chat, Batman relented and took a selfie with the Science Kids, and that’s about it

[littleinkling64]

let’s just say the final battle against hawkmoth left some...lasting marks

(psst check out this cool boxing lady whose pose I referenced!)

[spacetime1969]

There are officially more maribat fics than there are Nolan verse fics.

[lala-ladybug]

If you want something done, do it yourself

@valeks-star xoxo

[phis-corner]

ahhh every few weeks i remember i own this blog and i want to get back into it. and then i remember the sort of stuff i used to write a few years ago and become very embarrassed. help.

[lovely-lynn]

So I'm getting a lot of requests that I do more romantic relationships instead of platonic but I have no ideas (as per usual). Send me a romantic prompt and your favorite ship and I'll see what I can do!!!!!!!

Here are the fandoms I am most comfortable with:

Dc(Mostly Batfam)

Miraculous Ladybug

Harry Potter

Marvel

Percy Jackson

I will not write smut or incest

[artemisiasthings]

Damian: Todd, Marinette. Marinette, Todd.

Jason: What in the fuck-knuckles is this?

Damian: She's my girlfriend, you intolerant shit.

Jason: Whoa! Pump the hate brakes, Fox & Friends!

Jason: I'm just surprised anyone would date you.

Jason: Especially Pinkie Pie from My Little Pony.

Marinette: I like this guy.

[olivia-anderson-fanfic]

The Enemy of my Enemy is ALSO my Enemy, Part 3

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At one point during their walk towards the Eiffel Tower, they had stopped outside a cafe.

Ladybug stretched lazily. The action would seem casual if her soul wasn’t watching his every movement with narrowed eyes, waiting for him to act out. “I’m not awake enough for this. I’m getting coffee.”

Chat Noir grinned. “I’ll stay out here with Robin. Get me my usual?”

“Obviously,” she said, rolling her eyes.

They weren’t even trying to hide that they weren’t going to let him out of their sight – which was funny, considering they couldn’t stop him if he actually made any efforts to leave.

Ladybug turned to him, opening her mouth (probably to ask him what he wanted), and then she shut it quickly (probably realizing that fluids would quite literally go right through him). She walked inside and, when she came out, she came out holding the darkest coffee known to man and a hot chocolate.

She handed the hot chocolate to Chat Noir and then started chugging what Jason was 99% sure was just a cup full of espresso shots.

He wasn’t sure who was more insane – the person who was trying to kill themself via caffeine or the person who was drinking hot chocolate in the middle of summer.

Jason shoved his hands in his pockets as they walked, trying to ignore the stares of every Parisian they passed. He suddenly understood why the pair wanted to go to the Tower. It was unlikely that they would get any semblance of real privacy unless it was physically impossible for anyone to be around.

Besides, he had admitted that he knew their secret identities on some level when he had asked about their ages. It was completely fair to want some sort of home field advantage when it came to fighting him.

Not that Jason would – or even could – fight them… but he had no problem doing something as easy as walking a couple of blocks if it gave them peace of mind.

Chat Noir grinned when they reached the plaza. “Cool. It’s still here.”

“Would’ve been annoying if it wasn’t,” said Ladybug. The coffee had definitely livened her up some. And was she… buzzing?

Wait, what the fuck were they just saying?

“Why would the Eiffel Tower not be here?” Jason said, eyes ping-ponging from the giant, metal structure to the two Parisians who were clearly not completely joking.

“It gets stolen a lot,” Ladybug said.

She had said it so casually that Jason almost skipped over it. But then his brain did the thinking equivalent of a record scratch and his head jerked to look at her. Then, he looked at Chat Noir for confirmation.

“Yeah. Sometimes it doesn’t even make sense why they do it,” he said. “One time Mr. Pigeon tried to take it and all of his pigeons to space. He got akumatized because he wanted to feed his pigeons. We still don’t know what his plan was.”

Jason stared blankly. How could someone explain something and make it make less sense? That shouldn’t have been possible!

He opened his mouth to say something intelligent, to get clarification, to try and understand what the hell they were talking about…

But all he managed to do was sputter out the words: “Mr. Pigeon?!”

“Give it a few days, you’ll know what we mean,” Chat Noir said with a wry smile.

They really just kept giving him more and more reasons to despise them.

But, before he could ask for more clarification like he had been intending to do the first time, Ladybug pulled her yoyo from her belt and threw it.

Jason stared, wide-eyed, as the yoyo continued on for an impossibly long time until it hooked around one of the support beams on the Tower. She winked at Jason before tugging lightly and shooting upwards through the air.

The yoyo… was a grappling line?!

Chat Noir snickered. “You coming or not?”

He looked on as the boy clicked a hidden button on his staff and it extended, allowing Chat Noir to get lifted up and away.

Jason watched the pair pick their way up the Eiffel Tower for a moment. He decided that, maybe, Bruce had actually been right in kicking metas out of the city. If they could do things like this oh-so-casually without having to figure out the mechanics for advanced weaponry — and without the actual motivation to hurt anyone, Paris was very lucky that they were on the good side — then Batman and Robin would have no hopes of fighting back against them.

And then he unfurled his wings from where he had tucked them behind his back and took off after them.

He got up second, only barely coming in behind Chat Noir,  who had had quite a large head start. He wasn’t surprised to find Ladybug still picking her way up the building. While Ladybug’s weapon was undeniably more interesting, it wasn’t quite as efficient at getting around as a pole vault equivalent or wings could be. It would allow for a more fluid fighting style, though, as it was far less clunky and easier to maneuver than a staff might be.

But, only a few moments after Chat Noir and Jason had settled down on the top of the tower, she came to rest next to them with a grin.

Jason didn’t match it. “I want an explanation. A proper one, if you can even do that.”

Ladybug snorted. “Well, we should preface all this by saying: No. We are not joking.”

“Always a good start,” he said sarcastically.

Chat Noir hummed, shrugging his shoulders as if in agreement. “It’s just a little… insane sounding.”

“Please stop stalling.”

“Don’t say we didn’t warn you,” Ladybug sing-songed.

He squinted at her.

She snickered. “Okay. Remember that butterfly that tried to land on you? Basically, some guy that calls himself Hawkmoth has the ability to create superpowered minions with these mind controlling butterflies thanks to a magical pin he wears.”

Jason stared at her. He turned to Chat Noir for confirmation once again.

“Yeah, he’s trying to get his hands on our magical earrings and ring so he can make some ambiguous wish. We hope it’s a wish for world peace but, considering he tears Paris apart on a semi-regular basis I’m gonna say probably not.”

“Even if it was for world peace, the wish would probably end up going… ‘oh, there can’t be any more wars if there are no more people!’ or something dumb like that,” Ladybug continued.

He waited for either of them to laugh. Crack a smile. Say anything that would indicate that they were telling some kind of messed up joke.

They didn’t. Both people and their souls only stared, clearly watching his reaction for something.

He buried his face in his hands. “What the hell?” He looked between them. “Please tell me this is some kind of French thing that I don’t get.”

Chat Noir looked amused. Hope rose in his chest.

Only for to be crushed instantly: “Is it really any more unbelievable than you being an eternal sorter for the dead?”

Unfortunately… no, no it wasn’t.

Jason grimaced. “Right.” He thought for a moment. “So, if he’s the one tearing the city apart… I guess it’s his fault my job is so awful?”

Chat Noir nodded. “Yeah. I mean, technically, you could blame the people that get akumatized – er, turned into minions – but they don’t even remember what they do while under his control so that’s not really fair to them.”

Jason hummed his understanding. “Then it’s him I need to be mad at.”

He had expected amusement, or maybe annoyance, not outright horror and panic.

“Don’t be mad,” said Chat Noir, his eyes wide. Already, his soul was searching the skies frantically.

Ladybug looked just as tense… but then she forced herself to relax. “Chaton, it’s…” She breathed out a sigh. “It’s fine. He can’t get akumatized, remember?”

Chat Noir blinked once. Then he nodded. His shoulders slowly inched down from his ears. “Right, right.”

Jason watched the interaction, eyes narrowed carefully. “Anyone gonna explain?”

They glanced at each other, sharing grimaces.

“This is where it gets… complicated,” Chat Noir said, wringing clawed hands.

“The butterfly man wasn’t the part that was complicated?!”

She winced and looked down at her hands as she twiddled her thumbs in her lap. “So, magic has weird rules, right?”

Jason ignored the way her soul narrowed its eyes at him calculatingly as he mulled it over. She was likely trying to figure out exactly how his powers worked… he wasn’t going to stop her, so long as she told him her findings at some point.

In the meantime, he mulled over the question. Jason thought back to how they had mentioned what would happen if Hawkmoth made a wish. It had sounded a bit like a Monkey's Paw of sorts, granting you what you ask but in a way that would ultimately be more punishing than rewarding. He nodded his understanding.

“Well, we both have rules for our powers,” Chat Noir said slowly. He didn’t seem particularly intent on elaborating, and Jason didn’t expect him to. A tinge of relief flickered across his face as he continued on: “And so does he.”

Ladybug began toying with her yoyo, sending it all the way down to Earth and then pulling it back. “In order to make an akuma — a victim — do damage to the city so we have to show up, he has to find people that are already angry or upset in some way. He can amplify it until they become weapons of mass destruction, but he can’t outright create negative emotions.”

Jason’s mouth formed a tiny ‘o’ shape. That explained the butterfly that came after him earlier…

But it didn’t explain something else: “Wait, then how about you two? No offense, but you’re the most anxious motherfuckers I’ve met since I died.”

“Died?!” Said Chat Noir. “You weren’t just born to do it?!”

He was ignored.

Ladybug squinted at Jason. “How could you possibly ‘know’ that? We’ve just met you.”

He could practically hear the implied sarcastic quotation marks around ‘know’, but he opted not to pay them any mind.

“I can see… well, I think it’s your souls? They’re just like you but, like, a little bit to the left almost. They’re also a lot more honest about how they’re feeling, it’s very obvious that you guys were scared of me when you first showed up.”

Their eyes widened just the barest amount and they shared glances with each other.

And then Ladybug, hesitantly, explained that: “The better you are at regulating your emotions, the more likely it is that you can fight off his influence. He kind of just assumes that, if you’re able to school your expression before he can akumatize you, then you’ll be able to fight him off.”

He nodded slowly. Maybe magic wasn’t quite as overpowered as he thought, if you could just say ‘no’ to being mind-controlled.

He glanced at the pair, absently wondering what their limitations were.

And then Chat Noir tipped his head to the side. “What else can you do?”

Jason winced. It was an innocent question, but… he glanced at the nerves making Ladybug’s soul practically vibrate in place and bit his lip. If they hadn’t already realized… this wasn’t going to go over well. And, since neither of them had brought it up despite their obvious paranoia, he figured it was a pretty safe bet to assume they didn’t know. Which meant that this would definitely not be a fun conversation.

But the pair exchanged subtle glances the longer Jason stayed silent and he really couldn’t get out of this without seeming more suspicious, so he sighed and explained:

“Remember how I said that your souls were more honest?”

He got two hesitant nods.

“I can see what you guys look like without your costumes.”

For just a moment, their facades cracked. While they had managed to keep their expressions on the spectrum of neutral to good overall, now they stared at him with the exact same terror on their face as their souls wore.

Like he had guessed, they hadn’t actually caught that he might know their identities. Maybe they assumed that he simply had seen their ages above their head because his job had something to do with death. He supposed that could make sense. Or maybe they had just assumed that his outside perspective allowed him to see the fact that they very obviously still had baby fat. Not to mention that they were both a little too short to pass for adults.

Or maybe they just hadn’t thought about it all that much.

Whatever the case may be, clearly they weren’t prepared for him to announce that he could see past their magic so easily.

And then, as quickly as it appeared, both of them schooled their expressions into flat looks. If Jason couldn’t see the way that their souls were practically clawing at their owners in hopes of dragging them away — a bad plan, really, any step in any direction would have the pair of metas falling off of the Eiffel Tower, which probably would have sucked — then he would have thought he had imagined their expressions.

He definitely did not imagine the yoyo Ladybug attempted to hit him with, though. Jason grimaced and it bounced off the metal behind his head before falling limply into (or, rather, through) his lap.

He gave her a blank look.

She had the decency to seem sheepish, at least. “Sorry, instinct.”

Jason stared for a moment longer before breaking into a grin. “Don’t worry about it, I’m pretty sure B would have tried far worse than knocking me out if he had been found out.”

Chat Noir’s eyebrows knit. “Who’s ‘B’?”

Jason waved him off. “Don’t worry about it.”

Chat Noir looked like he was very much about to worry about it, but Ladybug lifted a hand and he fell silent.

She locked eyes with Jason.

“We’re getting off-topic.”

Jason shrugged. “If you want to go back to the whole identities thing I won’t stop you.”

“Of course I want to —!” She started before cutting her off with a sigh. She rubbed her forehead, right between her eyes. Her thumb traced the shape of one of the many polka-dots on her mask without realizing, something mildly amusing that he might have pointed out if she wasn’t giving him a narrow-eyed look. “What am I wearing outside of the suit?” Ladybug challenged.

Jason understood being cautious about your identity better than most, so he was hardly surprised that she was trying to find a way to confirm his powers. He glanced at her soul out of the corner of his eyes, watched the teen with bright blue eyes clench her fists as if preparing for a fight.

“Black jacket, white shirt with these little flowers on it, pink pants.”

Her eyes instantly blew wide and she turned to trade nervous glances with Chat Noir.

“And – and me?” He stammered.

Like Ladybug, the cat’s soul clenched his fists. But, unlike Ladybug, Chat Noir seemed to be bracing for a hit.

“Um… a white jacket, jeans, black shirt with stripes.”

It was completely silent for a moment.

And then Ladybug pressed her face into her hands. “A year of keeping our identities a secret from everyone except for each other and we get found out by a child.”

Jason sputtered. “I am not a child!”

Ladybug and Chat Noir both laughed at that.

Chat Noir grinned. “C’mon, you look, like, twelve.”

He scoffed. “I’ll have you know I’ve existed for far longer than both of you.”

“Doesn’t matter if you act like a baby,” sing-songed Ladybug.

Jason wished he could slap those smug looks off of their faces. Damn his incorporeality.

Instead, he just pouted at them. He got the feeling this wasn’t helping his point.

Chat Noir’s smile was the first to fall. “You know we can’t let you leave, right? Like we literally have to kidnap you in order to be safe. You may not be an akuma, but that doesn’t mean that you can’t be working for Hawkmoth. There’s no telling whether you’d go to him with our identities.”

Jason’s mouth fell open.

Ladybug nodded her agreement. “I mean, you did come here angry at us for all the paperwork.”

That… they had a point, but he wasn’t too fond of the idea of agreeing with them. Mainly because they were talking about kidnapping him.

Not that they could. Again, he was incorporeal. But that didn’t mean that they couldn’t follow him obsessively. Which would lead to them being worse at their jobs and likely making more paperwork for the people back in Lazarus Holdings. Jason was pretty sure that would not turn out good for anyone.

“I wouldn’t do that!” He tried. “I hate him, too! More than you guys, even!”

“Sorry, kid, but we’ve only talked to you once. That’s not nearly enough for us to trust you,” Ladybug said with the slightest of sighs.

She really did seem apologetic, her soul was wringing its hands and looking at the ground that lay many stories below, but he couldn’t bring himself to be okay with it regardless of any apparent guilt.

He buried his face in his hands. Again, he understood, but he couldn’t just… let this happen.

“How long?”

“Until Hawkmoth has been defeated,” Chat Noir said gently.

Jason groaned lightly. They had already said that they had been doing this for about a year. Who knows how much longer it would be until they defeated the man. He might actually get revived before they figured it out at this rate.

And then he felt the air next to him shift as Ladybug brightened. “Wait, wait, wait. You can see past miraculous magic to see our identities?”

“That’s what I said,” Jason muttered, still not lifting his face from his hands.

But then Chat Noir gasped. “Wait, that means you can see past Hawkmoth’s magic, too! Holy shit! You might actually be the exact advantage we need to defeat him!”

Jason grumbled incoherently for a moment before lifting his head to instead perch his chin in his hands. The pair were both smiling at him with hopelessly hopeful expressions and he sighed.

“Well, I guess if it means things get fixed sooner…”

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Calendar drawn and made by @the-coffee-fandom inspired and encouraged by the wonderful @boldlyanxious

Welcome to the first Hanahaki calendar event! Hosted in the month known for its showers bringing flowers; May!

A week dedicated to a popular troupe, Hanahaki Disease, which came along in 2008, August 9th. It is a fictional disease in which a character coughs flowers which grow inside them from unrequited love.

How you use the prompts is up to your own creative interpretation! You can use the quotes, flowers, word, or all of them! Do one day, the entire week, do a poem, a masterful piece of art, drabbles and incorrect quotes, or even just a quick doodle. Have fun with it!

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Written out prompts below the cut!

May 7:

Quote: “Everything is temporary, this was merely one of those things.”

Flower: Hyacinth

Word: Wither

May 8:

Quote: “I never thought I’d be the one to hurt you.”

Flower: Butterfly Weed

Word: Acceptance

May 9:

Quote: “Why do you hate me?”

Flower: Lily

Word: Dose

May 10:

Quote: “You know I’m always right here for you, right?”

Flower: Cyclamen

Word: Excuse

May 11:

Quote: “They don’t love me, they’re not that stupid.”

Flower: Lily of the Valley

Word: Term

May 12:

Quote: “I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyway.”

Flower: Rhododendron

Word: Courage

May 13:

Quote: “Lie to me then.”

Flower: Rose

Word: Cover

Substitutes:

Quote 1: “I’m not going to cry, it isn’t worth crying over.”

Quote 2: “How much of that did you hear?”

Flower 1: Petunia

Flower 2: Begonia

Word 1: Smoke

Word 2: Clear

[katmaatui]

DC fans complain about Maribat but honestly the poor White Collar people have to deal with their entire tag taken over by DC people 😔✊

[aliensunflower-fics]

My Recommended Fic List

So, I got this ask awhile ago, and since I have been re-reading a bunch of my old favorite fics as a way to cheer up after work I figured why not. This list will be long... and varied but mostly its older fics cuz idk there my favs. Now lets go:

Fashion Upgrade - By @soap-lady : Straight up one of my favorite fics ever, its fun, its creative, it never fails to make me laugh when I need something warm and wholesome after a bad day. Also go check out the rest of her stuff there's so much good okay like shes just a writing queen. Shes on AO3 I don't want to spoil you on her other stuff just GO experience it for yourself.

Ode To Decoy pt 1 / 2 / 3 - By @a-marlene-s : Ive always liked this short sweet little fic about Lila getting caught. Its Lila + class salt though so avoid if that's not your flavor.

EVERYTHING - By @unmaskedagain : They have salt, they have sugar, they have funny, they have crossovers. Like honestly they are a just a great writer with so much variety so go check out the masterlist I linked and I guarantee there will be something there you like.

@ravennm84 Is a writer on the saltier side but they have a wonderful selection of weird wacky tales from the salty but oh so well written Damning Evidence that sees Lila get caught in the best way to the 3 part Horror inspired Serafina other great fics from them include Marinettes Family Court Circus pt 1 / 2 and Of Moldy Bread and Cockroaches / Be Kind to Servers honestly its worth giving there blog a look.

@mochinek0 Is another writer with several beloved fics. They write a lot of Maribat and we love them for it. Ones to check out would be Blind Date / Bruce vs Gabriel just go check out there tag list of daminette for more.

Accidental Crime Boss Marinette - By @lady-literature : This is a wonderful idea and a wonderful little fic and I just... I just like it okay. Sadly I haven't read a lot of there other stuff... But I might after finishing this list considering how much I enjoy this one.

@nobodyfamousposts I love a LOT of there fics. They are one of the best when it comes to striking that sweet spot of calling out the show for some of its garbage while not getting so salty that you cant have fun lighthearted goodness. I have been looking for a masterlist of there work but cant find one so just go stalk there tags. I do recommend there Chloe's Lament Series 1 / 2 exploring how certain 'wishes' would backfire. Guardian Assistant Kevin is also a good one Miracle Queen Aftermath pt 1 / 2 / The 8 parter Burn the Witch series / The Wisdom Teeth Reveal / Kagami Vs The Wall of Faces / Resigning With Grace & Spite / I tried to give a lot of links cuz they have a lot of stuff

Kill Them With Kindness - By @luki-fanfic : Well written, good salt without going overboard. Just good vibes. I havent stalked there other stuff but if its anything like this fic its probably excellent quality.

Stephen Vladislav pt 1 / 2 - By @stormiclown : Adrien centered salt on the idea of finally giving Adrien his own proper rival. I like the idea of Adrien having a rival because its usually Marinette and this was just the right length to get those creative ideas flowing. Also just well written what more can you ask for.

Power Trip - By @storygirl000 : This was the first fic that made me go... Wait would it be more fun if Lila was actually competent? And that set me on the path to writing my own fics where Lila is more villainous and more capable. Its short, well written. Good.

Your Wish is My Command - By DemiGoddess28 on AO3 : A great 11 chapter fic looking into Lila's life if she were to win and get a miraculous wish. Its got sugary goodness for our protagonists and the class and salt for our dearest friend Lila.

LadyBugOut AU - By Miraculous-Content on AO3 : A 50 chapter fic made up of snippets and ideas. I found it really inspiring in many ways. I also love how it redeems Marinettes classmates showing how and why they were tricked but holding them accountable anyway its just... Good.

Juleka vs The Forces of the Universe - By goldenlaurelleaves on AO3 : For those of us not yet ready to accept the death of luka/mari we have this wonderful fic showing Juleka being the biggest wingman as she helps these idiots find there way together.

ChaoticNeutral on AO3 has there own Chloe's Lament fic as well as a Gabriel's Lament fic for people who need sweet salty of those two characters.

BroadwayCutie16 was Inspired by the person above and DemiGoddesses your wish is my command fic to write Lila's Lament fic going over Lilas failed wish. Honestly I always love these fics because there just so interesting and the way wishes can be taken and twisted is always a fascinating idea to me.

#WayneAngel - By Tired-Writing-Teach on AO3 : For us Maribat lovers. Its fun and lighthearted with some good gags and some light fluff.

Damian in Paris - By Lilliesandliveries on AO3 : A sweet Maribat series showing what would happen if Damian ran away from home and found himself in Paris and getting therapy.

How a Demon Commissions an Angel - By AlixAnonymous : Damian blackmails Marinette into letting him be her client so he can get his bros the best gifts, they end up becoming penpal buddies.

Mythomania - By LadyEnna_50 on AO3 : Proof that I dont hate Adrien or Mari/Adrien. In this fic Adrien's spine gets titanium plating and he sees just how bad Lila is hurting Marinette and does something about it.

The Contingency - By AbyssalGuardian on AO3 : SALT. Also Tim/Mari but even still I love the way this was written, the style, and some of the ideas just ugh love it. Its not for those who dont like salt so just avoid at your own discretion. Its about a chaotic Marinette done with her life running away to Gotham where she meets her true black cat, and gets her life back on track.

The String That Binds Us - By FaithAndATypeWriter on AO3 : Okay so is there any Mari/Bat fan who hasnt already heard of this one? Who cares its good, its cute, I love it. May the author be blessed with snacks.

The Great IKEA Game - By @batsandbugs : Okay again... I think every Mari/Bat fan has probably heard of this one already because its just that good and that popular. But who cares I am recommending it anyway. Don't read if your allergic to fun I guess.

If this list still doesn't somehow have enough salt for you then try @goggles-mcgee fics here is a link to there Masterlist. They are in a way a professional at salt and angst and they make you want to adopt Marinette and pop her in a blanket fort.

Honestly I could keep going but this list already feels so long for other great recs though I can link you to @jayphoenic who has some great Daminette Fic Recs and some Lila Salt Fic Recs!

Feel free to reblog this and add some links to stuff you would think I or others might like! Also lets just acknowledge how many talented authors the community has like wow.