A Change In Fate

The treasure of childhood innocence

Tim’s miraculous hero redesign

Happy new year!!!

With the coming new year comes the chance of change.

Last part of weekly-fancember with the prompt firework with fire emblem 3 houses crew + shez

In preperation for alhaitham here are some comics. May he manifest

Spirits of the miraculous

Honestly it is not 100% finished, but i do not think i am going to. This piece took so long.

please tell me wat you think of it

A change in fate

A maribat fanfic

Chapter 10

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

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

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

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

After all she had more important things to prepare for.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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A change in fate

authors note: Sorry this chapter took a while, writers block is a pain and school takes a lot of time. Still I hope you enjoy this chapter and this story is now also on archive of our own under the same name. Now on with the story.

a maribat fanfic

Chapter 07

Marinette had been greatly relieved when Mist had returned so quickly and seemingly having succeeded in their mission. The miracle box safely tucked in their tail, a ball of memories between the leopard’s jaws and Wayzz sitting upon their silvery head. A small smile graced her lips at the sight.

But the small moment of joy had been shattered when a. unknown presence made themselves known. How had she not noticed them, she was the true holder of the miraculous of emotions, she could feel everyone’s emotions within a six-mile radius clearly. Even if she could not on a person’s scent, she should have been able to sense his emotions long before they made themselves known. So, how had she not been able to sense them following her guardian. 

In a quick and flowing motion Royal shifted into her battle stance. Her fan at the ready in one hand miracle box in the other, Mist had her claws out and growled from deep in their throat and Wayzz nuzzled into the female’s neck hiding away from the possible danger. All their eyes focussed on the figure that now slipped out of the shadows.

To a certain degree the wielder of the peafowl was relieved that the intruder was neither Chat Noir nor her replacement. That however did not rule out the possibility that this was another akuma, albeit a better dressed one. The male wore upon a quick glance a near skin-tight suit made out of a reinforced material she could not quite place. His main colors consisted of red and black with a golden yellow coloring for his utility belts, that sat on his waist and crossed over his chest. Overall a decent ensemble, definitely better than what some akumas wore. The only things that really did not sit well with her was the length of the cape and that bloody cowl!

The male raised his hands in a gesture of surrender and moved his head to bear his throat. “I am not here to fight you, Blue Royal,” the stranger stated calmly. “Or should I refer to you by your old identity, Ladybug.”

The blue clad hero went absolutely rigid at this comment as did her companions. How? How did he find out?

Seeming able to read her body language he went on to give her a simple explanation on how he got to this revelation. He told her about how he had been there when the last akuma attacked and had made the connection due to her mannerisms around the so-called heroes and her overall combat experience. For not even someone trained in any form of martial arts, no matter how long they may have trained, would be able to pull of what she did in that little of time without real life experience. And from her reaction he could tell that his theory was correct. Great so she ratted herself out, well done Marinette.

“Who are you?” she more demanded then asked.

“I go by Red Robin and I was formerly known as Robin and protégé of the Batman of Gotham. I have come to Paris to offer you my help in taking Hawkmoth down,” Red Robin told her, while looking straight at the female before him. Though his eyes were covert by the cowl’s white lenses, Mari swore their eyes were locked.

“And how am I to be certain that you are not one of His akumas or accomplices?” The blue clad girl asked skeptically with a cold tone her eyes narrowed into a glare. The tension in the air could almost be touchable as the two continued their stare of.

Red Robin nodded at her reasoning, seeming to understand her suspicions and following cautios manner. “Understandable concerns. Though I doubt I shall be able to put your worries to rest, with just my words. But quite a few people have made my existence public to the world. I hope that when you have seen that you can be assured that I am here to help,” He spoke calmly as he lowered his hands.

“Not very secretive of you to become known to the public, protégé of the Bat,” Royal could not help to comment. It gained a small chuckle from the male before her. “Well the existence of the League is not really a secret either, hence why I were the cowl,” He bantered back. Marinette could not help her lip twitching upward even as she kept her look skeptical. For her nerves were not put to rest.

Since she could not sense his emotions, he must have a strong control over them, she focused her connection to miraculous to look into his soul. It was in correlation with a trick that Duusu had been telling her about during training. How when transformed a true soul can look through the eyes of their kwami and gain the ability to see someone’s soul. It was however a very exhausting technique and she would most likely have a massive headache in the morning, but it was a small price to pay to see if he was a threat.

The only thing giving away her use of this skill was the thin glowing ring of silver surrounding her pupil.

His souls held several shades of blue implying to someone who was loyal and strong of mind. But the colors were dull and several cracks could be seen in the core of his soul and were festering in a malicious black veins. While black could been seen as a color of mystery, which would fit with his secret ID, the way the veins seemed to be invading re-laid to him being hurt greatly. From Blue Marinette could tell though was that the vigilantly infront of her was being sincere to her at the moment. Though it took a second as she got distracted by the sight of his soul.

Still best to play save and do a background check on this ‘protégé of the Batman’ when she got back to her room. “If I were to believe you and you truly are here to help end the reign pf Hawkmoth. How would you be able to help me?” The female asked firmly as she called off the leopard beside her.

“Do not assume me to being rude, but even though you are capable the akuma’s in battle. Far better then your stand in or the mangy cat. I have come to surmise that detective work is not your forte,” Red Robin answered as he took to leaning on the railing. “I was trained in the fields of being a detective, combat and stealth by one of the best that I know of. I believe if we combine both our skills, we will be able to finally to put the plague that Paris is under to rest,” he finished.

He was not wrong she did need help in that department. She could deal with the combat part more easily now than in years past, having learned from experience. Though she had also collected some leads on the possible identity of Hawkbitch, she was unsure on how to follow up on said leads. If he truly was trained by the Bat of Gotham, someone who was considered the number one detective, he would definitely be a useful asset to the mission.

She only had one question left.

“Why now?” The question seemed to startle the vigilante before. The raw emotion in her voice a reflection of her young thirteen-year-old self, sounding so tired and confused. “I sent a message to the league years ago. Why is their only now a response?”

The male’s expression turned soft at her tone of voice and seeming to understand why she would ask this. “I have no excuse to the sheer incompetence of the one who thought your call of distress was nothing more than a prank. The suffering and deaths of the people of Paris is not something to be brushed off as a prank,” he seethed in anger a small flicker of emotion slipping from his control. Telling the blue clad hero of his sincerity.

A beeping sound of the peafowl wielders miraculous rang through the air. Six minutes.

“I get the feeling that our time is limited so I shall get to the point. Will you give us working together a chance?” And that was the question wasn’t it. Could she trust him to help her?

No, she could not, but she needed someone who could dig deep. And if the Bat had trained him his skills in what he mentioned prior would definitely of use to the cause. Still, he was an unknown with strong control of his emotions and even by looking at his soul, she was able to get more information on the male, she did not feel that she had a good read on him. So, this would be a gamble on her part. She needed a second opinion.

Turning her head, she looked at the little turtle god on her shoulder. For while she and Fu had not always had been able to see eye to eye, Wayzz has always been there to come to some sort of compromise. The little kwami always staying level-headed when there was a whirlwind around him and for that she was grateful. So, she knew she could trust him with being her second voice. The kwami and omega duo locked eyes into a silent conversation as Mist kept watch over the anomaly.

The omega’s eyes soon locked back on the vigilante’s masked once, her decision made. Marinette only hoped she would not come to regret this in the future.

“We will meet to compare notes and come to a full partnership arrangement on Wednesday at eleven p.m. at the arc de triomphe. Should there be an akuma attack before that time I want you to focus on evacuating the civilians away from danger. Try not to get spotted by Chat or LB for I belief we both agree they are not to be trusted,” the peafowl wielder informed the male of her decision. She barely made out the smallest amount of tension leaving his shoulders as Red nodded his head in agreement.

“To that we can most certainly agree,” Red Robin voiced. “Then we shall leave further questions to each other for Wednesday.”

The silence that followed his statement gave the vigilante the impression that it was time to leave. However, as he was about to take of the hero Paris called for his attention once more. Turning back to the blue clad female he motioned for her to continue. “Can you make certain no other heroes come to Paris,” her command gained her a curios tilt of the other humans head, question implied but not voiced.

“When I started being a hero, I thought the JL would be able to help, but after some research of the battle tactics they would only bring more problems than actually solve. For most league heroes seem to rely on an emotion power boost,” Red nodded along with her statement gears starting to turn. “And with Hawkmoth feeding on those emotions would make them a liability.”

“Agreed, I for one do not want to fight a mind controlled and upgraded superman,” The cowled male answered giving her some assurance that he would make sure the league would not interfere with Paris.

Being assured things would be stable until they could talk things out in two days, the two bid each other goodnight. 

As Red Robin took off into the night Blue Royal took one more look at his soul, but instead of looking at his core she observed the spectral dragon that was coiling around his soul. It was the mark of a true soul. Which led to the question: Was that Timothy?

The nudge of the leopard beside her snapped Marinette out of her head and back to reality. Swiftly she and her companions took off to her nest. She had a lot to think about, to plan for and to do and the night was not getting any younger.

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After all is said and done Pav helps Miles heal from the emotional scars left behind.

My visualisation of a skit done by lenamassuda over on tiktok.

Really hope these two get to interact more in the next movie.

A change in fate

a maribat fanfic 

Chapter 06

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The timer has started.

Fifteen minutes left.

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

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

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

Thirteen minutes left.

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

Eleven minutes left.

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

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

Ten minutes left.

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

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

Nine minutes left.

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Why did i make two versions of this piece, i don’t know. I just really loved this story and just had to draw the opening scène of chapter 5.

Which version do you like the most and would possibly like to see printed?

Also here is a link to the fanfic: https://archiveofourown.org/works/47930872/chapters/120846931