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A change in fate

a maribat fanfic

Authors note: I might be breaking a lot of cannon, but rules are made to be broken. I hope you enjoy. 

Chapter 01

The noir omega sat comfortably within her nest, back against the large cat pillow, body curled in warm fuzzy blankest. Dussu nuzzling into the omegas shoulder, their eyes puffy from the waterfall of tears they shed. The little god murmuring apologies, at finally being able to realize what their miraculous was being used for, what atrocities they had helped to create and lives that were lost countless times over.

“I’m sorry. I’m so so sorry. I couldn’t understand. I was broken. I’m sorry. I did not want this,” the little blue god sobbed.

Marinette clutched the peafowl of emotion close as she whispered gentle reassurances. Her hand gently petting the kwamis head. A small thank you came from the small god before the two them, a mortal and god, fell into a dreamless slumber.

The next morning Marinette wakes up early, which had become the norm since a few months, the sun barely rising over the horizon. She tries to keep her scent and emotions under control to not wake the still sleeping kwami up, as she thought on what to do next. It works for about twenty minutes. Dussu slowly wakes up to a small influx of upset emotions, that was accompanied by a somewhat bitter scent. They opened their rose-coloured eyes, watching the omega.

Marinette was lost in thought about what her next step should be and was only brought back by duusu’s soft and groggy voice.

“What is troubling you little bird?”

Marinette let out a sigh before moving to sit up and looked at the peafowl that now floated infront of her. “I’m thinking about what to do now. I should give you back to the guardian, master fu. However, things have changed and I do not want to. He also does not wish to see me again after being akumatized and all.”

“And I do not wish to be returned to the fool,” Duusu replied bitterly, their eyes burning with cold fire. Leaving the omega to stare at them perplexed and slightly confused.

The little peafowl must have read her confusion, because they let out a dry chuckle before explaining their reasoning. “He is after all the reason why the order is now destroyed. Why me, Nooroo and the book were lost. Me getting broken in the process. And from what little you have told me he is still as impulsive as he was back during training. His instincts ignored and thus not being able to see that you were a true peafowl. Also most likely making more problems by making reckless choices and creating more harm than good. So yes, I would rather not be returned to him and likely be given to the wrong person,” The kwami seethed. Taking a breath to calm themselves before speaking more softly. “Sorry, little bird. I needed to get that of my chest.”

Marinette just stared, shocked at the outburst of emotion that flew from the kwami in waves. Their words replaying in her head and making one thing stand truly out. She was a true peafowl? How? She must have voiced this thought because Duusu gave her a gentle smile with a knowing look in their eyes.

“It is why you were able to heal me so effortlessly without the use of the healing ritual,” Duusu explained, making the omega nod.

“Alright, but I still do not fully understand how I am a true peafowl? What does it even mean to be a true peafowl? Neither Tikki nor Fu told me of such a thing,” Marinette inquired. This made the kwamis eyes widen in surprise and something else but poised themselves to not worry the young girl.

“The term of you being a true peafowl comes from you having a true soul of the miraculous. Every few generations a child is be born with a piece of power of one of the miraculouses. You carry a part of my essence and so are a true peafowl.” They took a small breath to let their little bird take in the information. “This will allow you to gain more abilities whilst wearing you co-responding miraculous and repair or heal said miraculous without the use of magic.”

“What kind of abilities would I develop?” Duusu smiled at the question. Marinette had excepted them and that filled them with joy. How long had it been since they had been with one of their little birds?

“Every true soul gain secondary abilities. Every soul does develop diverendly so I can not tell what you will be able to do. There is a high chance that you gain a healing ability or can control water, since that is my co-responding element. But these will develop over time,” The peafowl happily chirped. Before letting out a small sigh, as they thought about the fact that their little bird did not know this. The mistake of the two who should have guided her is going to complicated things. They were going to have to rectify that, even if it might hurt her.

“You’re will be growing in more slowly though,” She needed someone who was honest with her. Lies had hurt her enough. No thanks to Hawkmoth and his accomplices, from what they remembered.

“Why is that?” Marinette worry lacing her voice. She pulled her legs to her chest and wrapped her arms around them. “Is there something wrong with me?”

“Oh, no, no, no. Marinette don’t you dare think there is something wrong with you. It is just a side effect from using and wearing another miraculous that does not co-respond with your soul,” Duusu was quick to reassure. Nuzzling her cheek, giving as much comfort as their small body could give. “It is not physically harmful to you, but the miraculous leaves traces one their wielders soul that takes time to let go. This slows down the grow of the secondary abilities for true souls.”

“Did Tikki know?” Marinette asked. Because surely Tikki would have told her, the omega thought.

And there was that dreaded question, that proved Duusu’s theory. Letting out a sigh they gave the dreaded answer: “Every Kwami can recognize a true soul and can tell what miraculous they are compatible with,” The little blue god could see the tears in the young girls’ eyes, feel her saddening emotions and smelled the bitterness seep into her scent. They hated it. Truly Tikki you should have told her and not let yourself be clouded by the thoughts of what if. How many times hadn’t this scenario played out like this one?

“Please don’t be sad, little bird. She did not wish to hurt you,” The peafowl tried to console.

Marinette swiftly steeled herself, having no intention to get akumatized again. “Then why didn’t she tell this?” She asked tears still glistening in her eyes.

“Because she loved you like her own,” Duusu confessed. “Ladybug souls are rarely born. Maybe every few hundreds of years or maybe a thousand and so she is barely brought into circulation. To be honest the order barely let any of us into circulation and so we grow very attached very quickly. All us Kwami love been able to interact with this realm and often it feels like the are chains to be used whenever someone sees fit.”

“Like with Hawkmoth.”

“Yes, so we love being able to live with people such as yourself and wish to stay with them for as long as possible. This might not always be wise, but all beings are flawed even us Kwamis. So please do not be sad or even think that Tikki did not trust you. The thought of you maybe pushing her away was to scary for her to even dare face. For she just wanted to be with and watch you grow as a person and succeed in your passion and life itself. Because that is what brings us most joy of all,” A small gentle smile began to grace Duusu’s face as the omega’s feelings began to lift. The were not happy, but they were lighter.

Nuzzling close to Marinette the little god padded away the last of the tears away and then the two stayed close in a peaceful silence.

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After having calmed down from the great revelation Marinette had taking to finishing up the redecorating of her room. After almost all of her classmates decided to place their faith in Lie-la, someone they had barely known for a year, over her, someone that most had known since childhood. Marinette had decided to change her style around. Gone was her overly pink room, along with all the creepy collages and clippings of Adrien. In its place her room gained a more modern yet sophisticated look.

Her walls were now a charcoal grey, white branches with pink sakura flowers, some petals falling to the floor. Most of her furniture was also replaced.

Her plastic desk chair was replaced with a more comfortable fake leather one. It would support her neck far better while working. Her vanity was now black and white with a build in sink and square mirror. Her chaise was gone and in its place was now a large L shaped couch. A matching Prussian blue bean bag sat close by. Making a nice sitting place close to the window. For when her true friends, Luka, Kagami or Chloe, came to visit.

As Marinette finished, the last of her rearranging of her room, she let out a relieved sigh. Happily smushing her face into the large bean bag. The little blue god floated down to sit on her head, admiring the nicely styled room. They stayed like that for a while. The comforting silence soothing their souls.

This was disturbed when the noir haired girl’s phone went off. The playing ringtone being a small part of one of Jagged Stone’s songs and brought a smile to her face.

Grabbing her phone, Marinette turned to lie on her back. Making Duusu grumble a little, as they had just gotten comfortable.

Opening up her massage group fittingly called ‘loyal rogue pack’ she was greeted with the picture of Luka and Kagami infront of the Sydney opera house. The beta male and female alpha were smiling at the camera, Luka’s arm over Kagami’s shoulder and she was holding up her hand in a peace sign. In the background you could see Jagged Stone being dramatic with fang by his side and Penny facepalming.

It brought a smile to the omega’s face. Duusu mirrored her expression and practically purred at the warm emotion coming from their bird. “Who are they? Friends of yours little bird?” the kwami asked, wanting to know who the people were that could make the omega happy by just a picture.

“They’re two of my true friends and packmates. The girl is Kagami and the Boy is Luka. They are tagging along with my honorary uncle Jagged and aunt Penny, you can see them in the background, on my uncle’s tour. They had to get out of the toxic environment, and it is a great learning experience for the both of them.” Marinette happily answered, as another ping came from her phone.

Chloe had commented on the photo, practically whining at how unfair it was that she was stuck in Paris and they were on an adventure. Afterwards saying she misses them. Oh, did that bring a smug grin to Marinette’s face.

Duusu scrunched their brow feeling there was more to toxic environment than just hawkmoth. If the slight shift in emotion when the words were spoken was anything to get of from. So, they asked about it.

They could immediately feel the mood sour from their wielder as she stopped her typing, to think of the best way to answer. “Both were in increasingly worsening home environments that developed due to a certain liar that crawled into our lives and turned our friends and family into her playthings. Luka was able to get out more easily since he is by law an adult, but Kagami,” Marinette paused unsure how to continue. “We got her out, but it was a long and stressful process that left a few scars. Literally and figuratively.”

Duusu didn’t ask any for a deeper explanation the bitter scent coming from the omega was enough to know that it was a sensitive topic. “Things turned out good in the end though,” Duusu reassured. Nuzzling into the girl’s cheek as she finished typing her own message.

“Yeah it did,” Marinette breathed. “Now the two are doing some soul searching together and it makes me really happy.”

Another ‘ping’ Came for the girl’s phone with a message from Chloe to her, that made the omega sigh in aggravation.

‘Are you doing okay, Minette?’

Marinette really loved her blond alpha friend, but she was going to make her other two packmates worry. And that could only end so well. If Kagami caught wind of her being akumatized she would book the first flight back to Paris, sword in hand, and Luka would happily come along. Jagged and Penny close behind. Two pings validated her statement quickly.

‘Did something happen, Melody?”

‘Do I need to book a flight, Mari-hime?’

Better be honest with them, otherwise Chloe will tell the two privately and that would not be good.

‘I got akumatized yesterday, but I am alright now’

3…2…1

‘Lie-la is going to DIE! Luka get my sword!!’

‘Yes ma’am’

‘Shall I start booking a flight for the two of you?’

‘Yes’

‘Yes’

‘NO!!!’

‘Guys, I’m alright now. So, no need to come sword in hand and I rather not stress about you getting akumatized while on a murderous rampage for vengeance. So, PLEASE!

‘Life is stressful enough as it is’

‘Fine…’

‘Alright melody’

‘I’ll have her head on a spike one day, but alright’

The omega let out a sigh of relief. Tragedy averted. She heard soft giggles coming from beside her. Turning to the side she saw a gleeful little god floating close by and paws covering their mouth, eyes holding an amused spark. “They are certainly lively, aren’t they?” Traitor.

“You have no idea,” Marinette huffed, turning back to her phone. “Making sure those three don’t cleave someone in two is exhausting work. If they work together, they would get away with it too.”

‘On a more positive note. Chloe you still on for the movies today?’ Marinette texted.

‘I wish I could’

Chloe send a video

In the video you could see Chloe sitting slouched on her couch in the foreground. Her face blank, but her eyes screamed pain and suffering. While in the background you could see Andre Bourgeois pacing back and forth. Going on what seemed to be a never-ending rant.

‘Dad is not letting me out at all’

‘Please end my suffering’

‘Aye…I can feel your pain. So sorry Queenie’

‘Stay strong Siren’

‘May your suffering come to a swift end’

‘Thanks guys and I hope so too’

‘Penny is calling us guys, she sounds tired. So, we got to skedaddle’

‘Run’

‘Should you change your mind however. I’ll keep my sword at hand’

‘Kagami no’

‘Kagami yes’

‘Well talk to you later. TATA’

Marinette let out a happy sigh. Even though having to stop those three from committing a murder was sometimes quite stressfull, talking to them always brought a smile to her face. It made this hellhole a little easier to live in. Another ping made her raise her phone again and was surprised by who had texted her now, Nathaniel Kurtzberg.

Now Marinette liked Nathaniel just fine. He was in the neutral zone between the pro Lila and pro Marinette squads, most having gone to Lila. Often he along with Marc would hang out with Marinette and Chloe during art club time. But was too uncertain to choose a side. Lately though he had been distancing himself more from the pro Lila squad. But back to the present.

Nathaniel had sent an interesting text; ‘Hey Marinette, I know this is sudden, but can we talk in person. It is really important. I swear on my honour and skills as an artist that this is not some foul trick composed by the likes of Lie-la. So, can we meet this afternoon at the pond in the park?’

Now that made Marinette sit up straight. For Nathaniel had made a sacred vow that the art club had created at the beginning of the first year and no one broke that vow. If you broke that it would be considered a sin and you would inquire the wrath of all the club members. It did not matter if you were a friend or foe. Once someone made the vow to Chloe and broke it. Let’s just say they still had some leftover trauma from the club’s vengeance. So, to repeat no one broke that vow and got away with it.

Marinette made a quick screenshot of the text before sending her reply; ‘Sure, see you at two’

“Want to go out, Duusu?” Marinette asked the curios looking peafowl.

Her answer was an exited nod and twirl in the air. They were exited to go and see the outside world.

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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a little preview into the story of my project. Each page from a different chapter. Does it catch your attention.

So i fell into the my hero academia rabbit hole. And today is green beans birthday so here is a little art piece of UA resident sunshine. Sidenote: yes his hero costume is different because as both an artist and writer that is someting i can do and i have a fanfic for that in the works. So….yeah. So say hello to Prism Izuku partner pokémon.

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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Christmas is one of the most magical times of the year.

So I miscalculated the amount of days/week(ends) this month, so here is the extra drawing of weekly fancember. The prompt is christmas tree with witch hat atelier. This one is a bit rushed because it has been busy week.

A practice digital painting that i am honestly very proud. And yes it is very much inspired by my favourite genshin men.

When the nights start to grow cold, let the aurora light your way home.

Second part of my weekly-fancember. This week the fandom is pokémon with the prompt aurora.

Sidenote, if i were to ever be transported to the pokémon wold this scenario would be very high on my bucketlist of thigs to do.

a change in fate

a maribat fanfic

Chapter 03

Timothy really wanted to know who thought it was a good idea to put Guy Gardner on monitor duty, because this was clearly not a prank.

Let’s backtrack a bit, the young alpha had gone out after having put all his stuff at his new loft, to go and gather information. He had done some research beforehand on the internet but the blog that had started out decently had turned into nothing but a gossip site. He had not been as thorough as he normally was since he was still a bit skeptical of the situation. He also needed to get a coffee machine.

He had just walked through a few blocks when a loud explosion penetrated the air and made his ears ring like a train conductor was whistling directly into his ears. It took a minute to stop but that did not stop him from scouting the surroundings for the source of the explosion.

He found it in the form of a horrendously colour coordinated person with a large neon orange helmet on top of a circle form glider a few streets away. An akuma. It was real.

He pulled up his hood before slipping into the shadows, like he was trained to and pulled out his hidden utility belt. The Bat pack ways will not be leaving him anytime soon. He then quickly took to the rooftops, applying a scent blocker and ear plugs along the way, towards the danger zone.

Upon arriving on the danger zone another explosion rung loudly through the air making Tim very grateful for the special function earplugs he put in. He took to perch on one of the higher rooftops to observe the situation. By the looks of it the two Parisian heroes had already arrived, but he was not impressed by what he saw. Rather disappointed if not disgusted.

First the akuma; The male threw golden balls, that he got from a metal backpack, that exploded upon impact. Though the explosions them self were small and would only leave any physical damage if they exploded a foot away from you. They had already destroyed some parts of the surrounding buildings though. The explosions were however very loud, as he found out himself and it would be a miracle if the bystanders weren’t deaf by the end of it.

Then came the heroes, if you could even call them that.

Chat Noir was acting like a spoiled child throwing a tantrum over not getting his favourite toy. He kept on trying to trip the new ladybug up while screaming and whining at her to tell were the real ladybug was. Or he was taunting the akuma, who in turn threw more bombs that the mangy cat dodged but then those bombs got dangerously close to the civilians that were still in the area. Did he not realize that his actions could get people killed like that? Was this a game to him and did not like the rules of?

Then there was the new ladybug at first, she had his sympathies for chat trying to trip her up on every possible occasion. That changed when he saw how she subtly led the akuma to the bystanders, bringing them into danger, only to ‘save’ them at the last moment. Oh, how that made Timothy’s blood boil.

He made these observations within a few seconds and he quickly sprang from his perch and into the action. He was not going to let the innocent bystanders become unnecessarily injured by their ‘heroes’ reckless actions, if he could help it.

The moment he safely hit the ground he bolted to a small group of civilians, that were desperately clutching their ears. He placed his hand on the back of the smallest of the group and gaining the attention of the surrounding people. They looked at him with utterly confused and scared looks. Likely they were tourists given by their attire. He motioned for them to follow him, since they would not be able to hear him over the explosions and ringing, and swiftly guided them away from the danger.

Once he got them far enough from the danger zone, picking some more bystanders along the way, he motioned for them to book it out of dodge. Then went to get any left behind stragglers out. There was only one left and the child had gone to hide behind some of the rubble. Looking around frantically and calling out for help as tears run down their cheeks.

He began to run towards the young pup, only to watch in horror as one of the bombs exploded at the base of the rubble. The bomb having been intended for Chat noir who had dodged to the side without a care and allowed the rubble to crush the scared pup underneath. The terrified look would be haunting Tim’s nightmares to come, as blood pooled from underneath the rock. A small hand was sticking out as if desperately reaching out for safety.

Chat noir should be eternally grateful that hawkmoth is only capable of akumatizing one person at a time without aid. Otherwise they would have a super-powered ex-robin on his tail.

It was time to stop this madness. His secrecy might become compromised but so be it. Taking out his grappling gun he took to get a better vantage and knock the immediate danger of his glider. Then he had to destroy the backpack to keep the Akuma  from getting or making any more bombs. Grabbing several explosive birdarangs he took aim.

“IN COMING!!!”

A blue blur of a person slammed feet first into the akuma’s back. Knocking the akuma off their glider and crashing onto the ground, creating a spiderweb patterning on the ground. A loud crack rang through the air as the metal backpack shattered.

The person clad in blue rolled upon impact over the akuma and then flipped backward creating some distance between the two of them, then taking on a battle stance and giving Tim the chance to examine them.

The female was clad in a dark blue tunic and matching leggings with thigh high boots. Around her waist she wore a silver cloth belt and light blue faded skirt that was open in the front and had a peacock motif, given by the fuchsia eyes at the tips of the skirt. Her blue tipped hair was pulled into a messy braided ponytail with two feathers sticking out. Her weapon, a fan, was poised and ready to attack.

The akuma stands back up and lets out a fierce snarl but the unknown female was unfazed by it. She only narrowed her rose coloured eyes into an ice-cold glare, that sent shivers down the spines of all who were watching. The akuma sent their glider to attack the blue clad female, but she easily jumped over it and used their fan too slice through the glider itself. Then she sprinted to her target with great speed. He tried to defend themselves but with their atrocious combat abilities, blue easily throws them over her shoulder before slamming the bud of her fan onto the helmet splitting it in two. Final someone competent has shown up.

A sickly looking black butterfly flew out of the helmet and the peacock themed person turned to the new L.B.  “Ladybug! Purify it!” she commanded shocking said ‘hero’ into action. The spotted girl stumbled a bit and had to throw her yoyo out for a second time before being able to catch the butterfly and then letting it go, now as a healthy-looking white butterfly. She only then then summoned her lucky charm, a bow, and threw it into the air calling out to her power. The bow transformed into a large swarm of ladybugs that went around restoring the wreckage back to its original state and brought back those that lost their life. Like in the videos from the tabloid blog.

Seeing the young child, that had just been crushed, alive and look around absolutely confused brought the Gothamite a certain feeling of wonder and overwhelming dread. Because if these heroes could reverse death how many had already died.

A strange black and purple goop surrounded the akuma bringing the hidden alpha’s attention back to him and the blue clad female. Once the goop receded in the place of the akuma now sat a teenage boy with mousy hair and a pair of round glasses on their face and was looking around completely confused. The peacock theme hero sat infront of the boy and began to talk to him. She seemed to be comforting the boy, but Timothy was too far away to hear what she was saying.

As he saw Chat and LB advance on the two however, he decided it to be best to listen in and gain some first-hand information. He also had a prominent theory running through his head upon having observed unknown hero’s combative skills and actions and needed to see if he was correct.

As the akuma victim was taking away to a therapist, hopefully, the blue clad hero turned to the so-called heroes of Paris. Before she could get a word out however Chat Noir lunged at her with a yell to call out his own power. Luckily though the peafowl easily grabbed the cat boy’s wrist and redirected him into destroying a nearby café chair. Before hurling him to the ground and knocking the wind out of him, but not letting go of his wrist.

“Are you going to attack every person that is not ‘your’ ladybug and is trying to help,” she spoke in a voice that sounded so done with the world. Chat let out a hiss. “I am not going to fall for your lies Mayura,” the blond snapped.

“Do not ever align me with the likes of Mayura,” the bluenette hissed in return, voice filled with a cold malice that made the boy feel a shiver. “I do not expect you to trust me right now, but at least give me a chance to prove myself,” She spoke more calmly now as she helped Chat noir back on his feet, before taking a few steps back.

“How did you even acquire the peacock miraculous?” Ladybug asked skeptically, her eyes glaring into the other girl. Who did not seem to care.

“It was intrusted to me and I was told to use it for the good of Paris. Which I intend to do, no matter what. Paris is my home and Hawkmoth has been tormenting it for too long,” She spoke with conviction her own rose-coloured eyes alight with fire. “Now I belief I should introduce myself. You may call me Blue Royal” She said while placing here fan over her heart and bow her head ever so slightly.

The other heroes wanted to interrogate her more, but a beeping sound stopped  them. A timer. “A month trial period, for both of you, at the end we will meet on Saturday at midnight on the top of the Eifel tower. We will decide how to proceed afterwards,” Chat Noir stated. Gaining an affronted gasp from ladybug.

“Why am I being put on a trial period!” She exclaimed.

“Because you refuse to tell us any information about what happened and where the real Ladybug is! If she were here, we would have no need for you or this hero wannabe,” Chat Noir yelled back in frustration. Tim’s eye twitched in annoyance. ‘You did not do much to help the situation either.’ Timothy thought bitterly and the sentiment seemed to resonate with Royal, given by the way she glared at the two when they weren’t looking.

The two children wanted to argue some more but the beeping sound interrupted them once more. Good they might have turned into an akuma themselves if they continued. Just as the news crew, along with miss tabloid, entered the area the ladybug and cat ‘heroes’ left the scene. They immediately tried to swarm to Blue Royal, but to everyone slight surprise her skirt unfurled from her waist into two large wings. The wings beet down as she jumped into the air leaving gobsmacked reporters and curious Gothamite in her wake.

Though Timothy could have gone in pursue, he decided it best to lay contact at a later time. He got some information to process and work on.

He also really needed coffee.

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Authors note: special thank you to @moonlightstar64 for helping me with how to tag people. I hope you enjoyed the chapter and happy holidays.

A little rest before the story unfolds. Are you ready?