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Don’t Mess With My Daughter- ML Prompt 2

The Second in my prompts. I just  want to state that this isn’t related to the first Prompt 1. Both are one shots and most of the story with the title ML Prompt will not be related unless it states otherwise. Anyway, I will happily tag anything who wants to read them as a few people asked me to tag them in my next work, which is this. @ravennm84​ I hope you enjoy it :D also warning. This be salty but a happy ending… for Marinette anyway…

Don’t Mess With My Daughter

Sabine frowned as Marinette came into the bakery with her shoulders slouched. She walked over and gave a gentle kiss on her cheek as she greeted her before heading back into the apartment. Sabine sighed softly as she frowned. Marinette was usually so full of energy and creativity but recently, she seemed drained for lack of better term. She had dark circles around her eyes and her skin seemed to lack it’s glow. She was getting worst at getting up to get ready for the day to the point where it seemed like that she was trying to avoid going to school. Sabine was confused as to why. Chloe had calmed down on her bullying and was getting better and Marinette had friends such as Alya and the girls. not to mention her crush was attending the school. Sabine smiled and thanked the customer before continuing with her work. Tom shoot her a kind smile as they worked before it began to quiet down and her mind fluttered back to Marinette. She believed her and Tom were good parents and that Marinette could come to them if she needed their help. Her mind flashed back to the day Marinette got expelled. She frowned as she thought about it. It was a few weeks before then that Marinette started to act stranger then usual but that day seemed to the catalyst of a sort. Marinette hasn’t been the same since. Sabine sighed gently and began to close up the shop. Once that was done, her and Tom headed up to the apartment and into the living room. To her surprise, they found Marinette curled up on the sofa asleep. Her phone was laid next to her. Sabine smiled softly and moved the blanket over her before picking up her phone. She went to place it on the coffee table but a message came through, showing the phone was unlocked. Sabine frowned as she saw the message.

FoxyWifi: Maybe the reason why you’re ignoring me is because you did it. I hope so, bitch

Sabine frowned deeply at the message. She knew FoxyWifi was Alya’s chat name but why was she calling Marinette bitch and what did she mean by did it. She frowned and pressed the icon, revealing the chat between Alya and Marinette. She scrolled up to the chat and began to read the messages.

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Worse than the Devil

Hey Everyone, I got really inspired by the amazing response to my first fic Queen Of Mean. I decided to write a follow up. Its to Selena Gomez’s version of Cruella De Vil. I loved it when it first came out and it sent shivers when I realized it was perfect for my follow up.

Looking back the missing pigtails in the bluenette’s hair when she walked into class Monday morning, dressed like she just got off the runaway, flanked by Chloe at her side, should’ve been the first warning sign.

But in the class’s defense, it had been a crazy weekend. The fireworks that came with Ladybug’s video, Alya’s meltdown, and Lila being outted as a liar didn’t die down after class ended that day.  No. The weekend had been filled out a never-ending stream of group texts, complaining of hurt feelings, nasty little liars, and why, or why wasn’t Marinette replying to their texts? Answering her phone? Didn’t she know they were sorry? Didn’t she know they needed their everyday Ladybug now more than ever? Alya in particular.

Alya, who had spent the entire weekend, nearly 24/7, trying to save her blog; defend her life’s work against the avalanche of criticism that had come it’s way; even the most loyal fans screamed of betrayal. She had released a dozen video explaining what happened and begging her viewers to understand that people make mistakes. Calling Marinette with no answer, texting her best friend for help only to get no reply. Texting Marinette that Lila was a dirty, rotten, liar in over a hundred different way, in over a hundred different texts; only to never get a reply; which Alya never understood. Marinette was right. Lila was a liar. Alya and Marinette should be teaming up to bring her down like their brought down Chloe; stand together like best friends do.

As Alya sat patiently at her desk, with Nino holding her hand in support, waiting for Marinette to arrive so she could find comfort in her bestie, never once did an apology cross her mind. Alya was too indignant, too self-righteous, convinced the Ladybug was victim-blaming. It wasn’t Alya’s fault. Her boyfriend agreed. Her entire class agreed. She just knew, soon, all of Paris would agree.

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Ladybug (Not) in Paris

So this is the follow up fic to my Series  Ladybug in Smallville and it’s sequel Ladybug in Gotham (And Space). When i opened my asks a few days ago, i recieved multiple prompts asking for part 3. A lot people also asked for a reaction from people in Paris after Lila was exposed. I don’t think I did a fic just focused on the fallout before so I decided to try my hand at it. Warning: i’m not kind to the characters. Even the ones i usually like. Sorry.

Ladybug (Not) in Paris

           Ladybug’s interview with Nadja didn’t just sent shock waves through Paris. It was a hurricane, a tornado; throwing everyone off their feet and destroying everything in its wake. Yet somehow, it was the aftermath, when everything settled down, that hurt the most…

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Raise yourselves up (We’re done)

Two prompts in one; let’s do this. I tweaked the ideas a bit though.

It was Bustier who broke the news to Marinette and Chloe, and she did it once again the most inappropriate fashion, “-And so the class feels it would be best if both of you were excluded from the class trip at the end of the year.” She finished. The class was just about to let out and she told the two girls in front of them all.

There were mean snickers and smug looks from the other students. The ones who just avoid the girls’ gazes; Adrien, Juleka, and Rose. The three had decided to stay out of it and just side with the majority. Marinette and Chloe had become best friends after Lila had gotten her hooks into class the year before. She turned all of Marinette’s dearest friends to ex-friends and turned them into bullies. That was fine with Marinette. She was done with two-faced people; done with turn-coats, and cowards. Marinette didn’t need them. Or want them. Chloe at least had the guts to stand on her own two feet and for what she believed in. It was a new year and a new Marinette.

Neither blond nor bluenette blinked.

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After Lila's lies are revealed, the class expects forgiveness from Marinette. They're forced to take a good hard look at themselves when it doesn't come

Alya practically crashed into her, enveloping her in a hug.

“I’m so sorry!” Alya cried, almost bawling. “I should have…I’m so sorry!”

“We all are.” Nino added from a few steps behind.

There were murmurs and choruses of the affirmative from the rest of the class that now formed something of a semi-circle around them.

“Can you ever forgive me?” Alya asked.

In a perfect world, Marinette would have said yes. She would have proclaimed it in an instant, hugged Alya back, and smiled brightly at the rest of the class.

This was not a perfect world.

There was a long pause. Something felt wrong.

It took Alya a moment to realize that Marinette wasn’t hugging her back—her arms remaining limply at her sides.

Unsettled, she stepped back and looked at her friend. Marinette was…hesitant. Uncertain. Anxious. She hadn’t looked this way since they had first met…and then lately as Lila was succeeding in alienating her from the class.

But it was find now, right?

“Marinette?”

Right?

Marinette bit her lip, finally meeting Alya’s eyes.

“I…I don’t think I can.”

The class froze.

“M-Marinette?”

She looked away, uncertain. “Well…I’m glad you know now. The truth, I mean.”

That class watched her twiddle her thumbs nervously before looking back at them.

“But that hasn’t really changed anything.”

“Not changed—Marinette, that changed everything!” Alya exclaimed.

“Why? Because now you know that how you treated me wasn’t okay?”

Alya flinched—actually flinched. Marinette had ever snapped at her like that.

“But…I…we didn’t know before!”

“You should have. I warned you. Several times. I pointed out how her stories had more holes than Swiss cheese and it didn’t matter.”

“But that was just—” Alya suddenly froze, realizing what she was about to say.

Unfortunately, Marinette did as well. “Just me?”

The class as a whole winced, confirming the truth for her.

Marinette nodded, understanding.

“I don’t blame you for believing her. I mean—I can’t really blame you for that. But I would have thought at the very least that after the elections, the class photo, and…everything…I thought that I at least had your trust.”

“What, are you owed our belief now?” Alix questioned, angrily and defensive.

“No, but if we were any sort of friends, I should have been given consideration. And…none of you considered me. Even before Lila started lying about me, you guys pushed me to the back corner and dismissed me out of hand. None of you tried to talk to me. None of you were willing to even listen to me.” She hesitated, taking a breath. “And I’ve noticed that…maybe that’s happening a bit more than it should.”

“Girl, we hear you!” Alya insisted.

“You blew me off when I tried to talk to you. You demanded I provide evidence that you never asked Lila for.” She met the girl’s eyes. “Alya, you’re the journalist, not me. Isn’t it your job to gather the facts before reporting something? Why did that suddenly not matter when it came to me?”

“Marinette, no offense, but you have done some pretty intense things.” Mylene pointed out.

“But did I ever lie or falsely accuse someone of something they didn’t do? Did I intentionally do things with the purpose of hurting someone? Or did I go out of my way—as I always do—to help and defend other people regardless of how they may have hurt me?” She looked around, meeting everyone’s gaze. “At what point did I show that I wasn’t worthy of basic trust? I understand if you couldn’t give me the benefit of the doubt, but didn’t any of you even consider if I might have been right? Or is it that you didn’t want to?”

One by one, each of the class members was forced to look down or away to break her gaze. Because no. They hadn’t. They never even considered it.

“Because after everything, I think I’ve long since proven I was worth it.” Marinette realized she was beginning to slouch inward and forced herself to straighten—to not show weakness. “I thought that after the class elections at least—when I only ran for you all in the first place, you guys would have had more faith in me. But a new student came and suddenly nothing I said mattered. Nothing I FELT mattered.”

She took a breath. “I…I shouldn’t have to keep going to such lengths to keep proving myself to you. That’s not friendship. And that’s not something I should have to be okay with.”

With that, Marinette pulled away.

“So…while I appreciate the sentiment, I don’t think I can let it go. I don’t think it’s something I should let go.”

Alya reached out to her. “Mari…c’mon. Can’t…can’t we talk about this?”

“Not right now.” Came the reply, and it made her want to sob. “You…haven’t really shown you can listen.”

Her face crumpled, and Marinette very nearly gave in.

But…she couldn’t. Not this time.

“What hurts the most,” She stated, “isn’t that you believed her over me. It’s that any of her lies could have easily been found out if anyone had just looked…and none of you even tried.”

No one said anything.

No one could.

“I’m sorry. But I can’t. Not yet. So please…just leave me alone.”

The classmates winced. Marinette didn’t have to speak the final words for the thought to collectively ring in their heads that leaving Marinette alone had been the only thing they were good at.

Adrien had watched the whole thing with a critical and disappointed eye. When Marinette walked away, he made to follow. He caught up to her pretty quickly, though it wasn’t like she had been trying to avoid him.

“Marinette, don’t you think you were being harsh?”

She stopped walking and turned to face him. “No, Adrien. I’m being honest. It’s all I’ve ever been.”

“But they’ve apologized.” Friendships often had fights and disagreements, but they always worked things out and got back together in the end. So Adrien felt disappointed that Marinette was being so stubborn about it.

“And that makes it better?” She asked, feeling drained and honestly wanting to just go home and sleep. “It doesn’t undo the months of being targeted and alienated. It doesn’t change the fact that I tried to help them and they hurt me.”

“They’re trying to make up for it now.” He reasoned, calmly. They were at least trying. For all that Marinette talked about not being enough, wasn’t this enough for her? Wasn’t she the one holding such extreme standards?

But Marinette wasn’t having it. “No, they’re trying to make themselves feel better. And I’m not ready yet to help them with that. Not when I still feel so hurt about everything.”

“But—”

“Enough.” For once, she felt angry—actually angry with Adrien. “I’ve let you invalidate me enough times already, Adrien. But this time, I’m not going to let this go and pretend I’m okay when I’m not.”

His eyes widened and he drew back in shock and hurt. “I haven’t—"

“You told me not to out Lila. You told me it wouldn’t help her become a better person—like SHE was the greater concern. You…” Her breath hitched. “You said that we were in this together. That as long as you and I knew the truth, did it really matter?” She met his gaze with more strength than she ever had. “It did matter. Suddenly it was just me. On my own. Against everyone, even though I wasn’t the one in the wrong. And where were you, Adrien?”

He flinched.

“Because you weren’t with me. I had to face everything alone. And now I need to figure out how to move forward alone. Because real friends don’t turn on their friends like that. And a real friend wouldn’t have left me to face it all alone.”

He tried to reach out to her in comfort. “Marinette…you know we’re still friends, right?”

That actually gave her pause.

And for once, really made her consider.

It was with a heavy heart that she pulled away from him.

“I would appreciate it, Adrien, if you wouldn’t lie to me anymore.”

She turned away before having to see the look on his face and headed home.

At least there she could mourn in peace.