A Change In Fate

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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Hope you like it

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 05

The first half of the day had taken a strenuous long time to finish up and had been torture for the four sane ones in the back of the room. The lunchbreak could not have come any later in their minds. The moment he bell rang they had already packed their bags and were ready to go. Now they only had to get past the bitch and her sheep.

The three Parisians were able to reach the door more easily, Marinette had to avoid getting tripped though, then Tim did. As he walked behind the three the liar intercepted his path to freedom gaining him the attention of the whole class. The sausage haired girl gave him a look that reminded him of how some people would look at him at the gala’s he had to attend. It made an uncomfortable feeling run through his body.

“Hey Timothy, you want to sit with us for lunch,” The way she said his name and the overly fake sweet tone made his skin start to crawl. “Maybe we can get to know each other and give you a guided tour before classes start again.”

A small blond-haired omega fully dressed in pink then exclaimed in a slightly high-pitched voice. “You could tell us about all of your adventures around the world,” she then let out a small gasp. “Wouldn’t it be cool if you and Lila were somewhere at the same time, maybe you saw each other?”

An auburn beta, miss tabloid, spoke up next in an almost arrogant tone of voice. “Yeah, but I bet he didn’t meet all the amazing Lila has met.” Both her tone and the way she spoke as if he wasn’t present made his eye twitch in annoyance. A whispered conversation started among the foolish classmates to which the alpha took no interest. He instead took to looking at the three Parisians who hadn’t fallen for the liar. They were waiting for him but seemed to really want to leave the premiss.

Chloe looked ready to fight if the need comes. Her body stood in a defensive position, her hackles raised, infront of the two omegas. Her icy blue eyes glaring blazing daggers at the sheep and spider. Nathaniel had a slightly uncertain look in his visible eye and stood in a fight or flight position. He fidgeted with a pencil that he still had in hand his eye scanning the surroundings. He stayed loyally beside his fellow omega.

Speaking of whom as his eye fell on the noir omega, the same feeling he had felt upon meeting her surfaced back up inside him. He did not know where it came from, but it made him gain a protective feeling over the girl he had just met. So, the glimpse of well-hidden fear in the girl’s eyes made that feeling roar inside him in anger.

He turned back to the orange beta and coolly interrupted her speech about something she so called accomplished. “Thank you for the offer, but I already had a guide tour by Mari-” he did not get to finish talking. For saying the omega’s name made the liar let out a loud gasp. Shit, he started off with saying the wrong thing.

“Oh, I didn’t know that. I hope Marinette was nice to you.” The brunette gave a sideway look to said omega, who sifted her once composed stance into a more defensive one.

“I bet she made some horrible lie about you, Lila,” Miss Tabloid took over with a hiss. “Seriously Marinette, when did you start becoming such a bitch? Jealousy is not a good look for you. So, grow up.” Those words made Chloe release a feral alpha growl. Nathaniel took a step infront of Marinette as Chloe was preparing herself to lunge.

The only ones to not react aggressively back but rather backed off in fear were the pink dressed omega, the goth omega, the small rainbow haired beta and two the darker skinned beta boys. Another blond alpha this one a boy was giving Marinette this disappointed look, that did not sit well with Tim. The rest took to taking on a more aggressive stance in return to the female blond. The room was slowly starting to fill up with a strong aggressive smell. Tim really wondered why the teacher wasn’t doing anything and what the hell he signed himself up for.

The raven-haired alpha turned his eyes to Marinette and their eyes locked. He gave her a smooth motion with his head to the door and mouthing to her that he would meet her at the entrance. She caught on quickly as she gave him an affirmative nod. Good, on to phase two.

“Thank you for the offer with lunch,” Tim spoke loudly and clearly. Breaking through the tension and gaining the attention from the class. The noir haired omega swiftly seized the opportunity to get herself and packmates out of the room. “But I have some prior arrangements that i need to take care. So, I won’t be present during lunch,” He continued in his business persona.

He hoped he would be able to leave after that statement, but the spider wasn’t done with trying to get him into her web just yet. “Then maybe we could help with that. We ca-”

“Thank you for the offer but I rather you not. These are more private matters,” He lied smoothly. “So, if you will excuse me.” The alpha made sure to subtly add some of his alpha voice into his words as to make his statement final. Before speed walking out of the suffocating classroom.

He needed a really strong coffee and he needed it now!

Tim practically flew down the stairs towards the entrance and to who he thought were, the only sane ones. He was a little surprised to see another person standing alongside them. They were most likely from another class. The person had charcoal black hair that had been pulled up and lightly tanned skin. They wore a dark hoodie with a rainbow across their chest, light blue demin shorts and dark leggings over which they wore grey lace up boots.

The moment he reunited with the group and the new addition, an omega boy named Marc, Chloe called for them to hustle out of there before the sheep and spider could catch them. Tim could not agree more.

The group of five walked through the busy streets in relative silence. A welcomed silence from Tim’s point of view. For he was checking if all his braincells were still functioning properly, given all the tall tales he had been subjected too throughout the morning classes. Did that liar not have a filter or off switch? Did the other students not fact check anything? Why was Bustier even allowed to teach? Was any possible intel he could get worth subjecting his ears to that shit?

Alright let’s think of something else, anything else. As if being able to hear his silent cry Chloe then exclaimed that they had arrived at their destination, bringing the ocean eyed alpha back to the waking world. They were standing infront of a homely two-story café in warm browns, reds and cream colours on a less busy street of Paris. Upon the window was the café’s name written in golden lettering, La Fortuna.

“I have never been here before,” He heard Marc mumble from beside Nathaniel.

“The place is not well known but let me and Minette tell you that this place is an absolute food treasure,” Chloe exclaimed with enthusiasm. Before she basically started to drag Marinette inside, who wore an expression that this was not the first time the blond dragged the petite Parisian around. Though she did not seem to mind. The other three quickly followed the two females as the bond threw open the door with a flurry and tinkling of a golden bell.

The inside of the café had that same homely vibe just like its exterior. Right through the door they group was led into a large open room, with a bar to the right and tables to the left. The floor was made out of dark wood and was covered in soft looking carpets. The walls were made wood as well and split in two sections. The lower part being the same as the floor and the upper being a more lighter colour. The place was well lit by many lights on the table’s, the walls and from the simplistic older styled chandelier that gave it a nice atmosphere.

In front of the window, to the left, was a large table able to seat six people, in the back were two circle booths and three smaller round tables were in-between. Comfortably cushioned chairs were placed at each table. In the corner was a small elevated platform that lead to a fireplace with a salon table and two armchairs. Slightly infront of the sitting corner was a staircase that lead to the second floor. Most likely it would lead to the owner’s apartment.

Behind the bar was a window that led to the kitchen were a well-muscled middle-aged man was fast at work. Nearly made the raven head think this was more a restaurant than a café by the smell of the food he was preparing. Giving prepared orders to the barista, who in turn would call out to their waiter to serve. It seemed to be a busy day. As all the smaller tables were occupied, an elderly couple were in the sitting place and several people were either at the bar or at the window table. The atmosphere of the room felt calming to him.

What Tim seemed to learn from his short time interacting with the groups was that Chloe had no trouble making herself known to her surrounding peers. Most likely coming from the fact that she was Parises mayor’s daughter. For she immediately made her presence known.

“Trevor, my man. Me and Marinette have returned to have our hunger be satiated by your define menu,” The female alpha exclaimed upon entry, gaining almost all the attention from the other patrons. The chef, Trevor, poked his head out of the kitchen window, his blond hair pulled back revealing sideburns that went seemingly well with his moustache.

A large grin spread over the man face at the sight of the blond and noir haired girls. His expression mirrored by the female barista and several guests of the café. “Mari, Chloe. Finally gracing us with your presence. Can’t stomach anything else can you,” the man happily called out, as he returned to his cooking.

“I can barely keep anything else down, these days. Truly your magic food is both a blessing and a curse,” Chloe exclaimed loudly making a smooth motion over towards the bar. Marinette slipping from the blond grasp as she did. The mayor’s daughter easily slipped under the bar door to get closer to the window. This was against protocol, but the barista only raised an amused eyebrow at the girl. This seemed to be a normal occurrence.

“Are you certain you won’t take my offer, to become my personal chef?” Her question was answered by a hearty laugh from the chef and several others, including Marinette. “Dear Chloe, this has been my dream for years, to have my own establishment. And nothing not even your puppy eyes shall be able to make me let this go,” Trevor told her, while giving her an almost cheeky smile over his shoulder. It made the blond girl give him a pout, that had Tim and the two male omegas have to hold in a few giggles.

“Aye, and a good thing too. You said it yourself Chloe. Once you have tasted his cooking, you can’t go without,” one of the customers called out, gaining several voicing of agreement from around the room. The girl simply stuck her tung out in retaliation.

After that the group of five took their seats in one of the circle booths, the one farthest away from the fireplace. Tim practically sagged into his seat and covered his eyes with his arms, the exhaustion from the akuma class starting to settle in. Who knew some foolish teenagers could be that exhausting? He could feel the Parisians give him some sympathetic smiles; for they could relate to his exasperation.

He heard the sound of a cup being slit over the table, which confused him because they had only just ordered their drinks. Were they that quick? Raising up from his arms he took in the sight of Marinette pushing her thermos cup filled with the brown elixir of life over to him. “By the look of it, you really need it,” she told the alpha simply and who was he to refuse a cup of good-looking coffee. He gives her a small sound of thanks; before he raises the cup to his lips.

The moment the liquid reached his tastebuds it felt as though the gates of heaven had sprung open wide to him. The powers of heaven gracing him with rejuvenation. Sounds came more clearly to his ears, his nose picked up the smallest smell in the air and his vision cleared from sleep. Truly this was the elixir of the gods. After greedily gobbling down the brown mixture her turned to the one who had so graciously given him this miracle. Asking the girl where on the planet he could find the resources to this brew. She gave him a cheeky grin and told him it was her special homemade brew, that she would ever share the recipe for any amount of money.

Plan B.

Staying seated in the booth the male alpha of the group turned full body to the female omega. Splaying himself over the table as if he were bowing and holding his hands in a motion of prayer. “Oh, marvellous goddess of coffee, I beseech thee to possibly request more of thy define nectar in the coming future,” He pleaded to the girl, making Chloe groan and painfully mumble that there are now two of them. He did not care the ambrosia was worth every drop.

“It’s like we are in the middle of a drama series,” Marc couldn’t help but giggle with Nathaniel, bringing the other three back into reality.

“Speaking of drama,” Tim started straightening up into his seat, cup back in Marinette’s possession. “Can you please explain the insanity of your class? Especially give me the details about the orange sausage haired spider, that is trying to play of at being human.” That description got snort of amusement from the blond beside him. A beat of silence followed as their drinks arrived and placing their orders with the nice beta waiter.

“You have probably already pinpointed that Lie-la is the cause of all the insanity in our class,” Marinette started the moment the waiter left, gaining a nod from the alpha in question. He had already made that connection, it was an obvious one, but he could not pinpoint how she got everyone to belief her. The things she said could after all be easily proven wrong by a simple search on the internet. “She has been keeping a tight leash on the class for almost three years and has been able to make the most outrageous lie sound like a fact to those sheep, that we call classmates, ears. For the life of me I could not understand how she did it, but,” The omega girl turned her blue eyes toward the other two omegas in the booth. “A little birdy told me you two, had a theory as to how she possibly does it.” This grabbed the immediate attention of the two alphas.

Chloe shot across the table in an instant. Mari, Tim and Nathaniel having to grab the drinks before they could fall over as the blond grabbed Marc by his shoulders. “Please, for the ever loving fuck explain how that fucking two-faced lying bitch is capable of turning all of our fucking classmates’ brains into shit,” She cursed out to the startled boy.

Nathaniel gave Marinette a look from across the table, while she just raised an unimpressed eyebrow at the display and took a sip from her iced coffee. Setting the drinks back onto the table, the redhead, now with his hands free, wrapped his arms around his fellow omega and carefully pushed the female alpha away. Luckily, she took the hint and took her seat once more, trying to calm herself with the fruit smoothy Marinette saved. Tim took a quick glance around the room, since they did make quite the scene. But all he saw were some amused glances thrown their way and given the events from their entry this was probably seen as normal, by people who frequented the establishment.

When the composure of his companions was regained, Marc finally started explaining his theory. “Me and Nathaniel belief that Lie-la is a none registered meta-human. And that her ability, much like our lovely nickname for her, revolves around her lies and reinforcing them. Like a form of hypnotism.”

Now that made a lot of sense. If she were a meta-human with the power over lies, that would explain how she was turning others brain to mush. But like with all answers, more questions follow. “But how then are we not under her spell?” Tim asked.

“He believe her power effectiveness relies on the others knowledge. Like with one’s own personal experience or if you know something to be a hundred percent true,” Nathaniel elaborated upon Marc’s statement, thinking of an example. “Like take for instance if Lie-la were to tell you that someone you know has blue hair and is an absolute brat, but you know this person to have red hair and be an absolute sweetheart. Because of this you will not fall under her spell, because you fully know this is a lie,” The red head finished, while scratching the back of his neck.

“Also, when you break through the illusion you cannot be put back under. Giving you a sort of immunity,” Marc added to the finale statement, before a silence fell over them as to take in the information. Gears turning to complete the puzzle.

A sudden chill ran over the group’s spines making all of them shiver, except for Chloe. When the others looked over at the female alpha, they saw a downright sinister expression along with a glee filled smile. The boys felled a small amount of fear for that expression. Marinette could only hope that the following mess would be easy to clean up.

“Queenie please tell us what you are plotting, you are being far to quiet,” Marinette spoke, taking a sip from her mug. The girl in question turned to her friend, the mischievous glint not leaving her eye.

“Just thinking about how we now have all the bloody puzzle pieces to lock up Lia-la behind bars. After all she has done, especially to you,” The blond hissed out. Tim raised an eyebrow at the blond, she must be talking about the European laws involving metas. Metas had more freedom in Europe and were able to walk freely but had to make sure they registered themselves. If you failed to do that you would be given a fine, the amount paid would be determent upon the surrounding conditions. This however was different.

“Given how she openly uses her abilities and seeming to be very aware of them could sent her to in quite a bit of trouble with the law,” Tim started the dialog.  “And with her open display of defamation of several celebrities. Jagged stone, Clara Nightingale and as of today Bruce Wayne and his family and several more. I can already smell the lawyers and juvie coming for her,” Nathaniel continued, Chloe’s grin growing. “Also, over a 2000 euros worth of property damage on my account,” Marinette threw in making marc do a spit take with his drink. Tim was also perplexed at the notion. Tim was about to ask her to explain but this dialog was not yet done.

“If were talking about money that you are owed, Mari. The class probably owes you around a few thousand euros as well. With all the babysitting, custom made clothes and free sweets,” Nathaniel mumbled loud enough for the others to hear.

“That along with the bulling would build up a large case. For not only the sausage but also the other students,” Tim huffed, trying to keep his inner alpha under control. The injustice had made a surprising amount of anger run through him and his alpha roared at it, but he could not understand why. He has heard similar stories, yet he felled really effected about Marinette situation. Must be because she is the coffee goddess.

“One question. Why did you not report any of this?” The raven head asked the omega. She glanced down at her drink with a furlong expression.

“A crush, or rather an obsession,” the girl started with an almost pitiful laugh. “It made me stupid and when my head cleared, I tried to stand up and stop it but was discouraged and looked down upon. I simply got to tired to try again,” She said almost poetically. “But my rage still burns bright. So, if you have any suggestion for the course of action, I am all ears,” true to her words in her eyes roared a controlled cold fire. It was a look that was tired but calculated, something he could see whenever he looks into a mirror.

The air was again tense and silent around the group, only broken by the mayor daughter wanting to get on to a plan, suggesting that they should gather up all the evidence and get the case rolling as quickly as possible. For if she heard any more of this absurdity, someone was going to get hurt. Her bloodlust was almost tangible. Tim could understand why. He had only been with the class for have a day but was also considering some less heroic options. But he thought of how they needed to make sure the spider would not escape justice made him use those thoughts.

“I think we should do this slowly instead,” Tim spoke up. Chloe whirled around to the boy next to her, with a near crazed look and asked him why. “I think we should cover all bases and leave nothing out. So that she and the others can’t slip away from justice. Don’t you agree,” he said with a raised eyebrow at the blond. The omegas took exaggerated sips from their drinks, watching the alphas carefully. A small grin spread across the blond girl’s face and she agreed to his terms.

A more peaceful atmosphere settled onto the group as they saw their food start heading their way and lighter conversation started to wash out the serious mood. But Tim still had one question left. “Why are you including me into this all anyway? You only just met me.”

Nathaniel and Marc turned to the two girls. Who in turn turned to one and other. A knowing smile gracing their features. “Those who suffer together stick together,” Chloe simply stated, making Marinette role her eyes at her choice of words. “What queenie means to tell you is, that we need to stick together to survive this madness. And whenever you like it or not your stuck with us now. For as long as you are staying and even after, you will be a part of our pack. All three of you,” the noir omega elaborated.

Tim was surprised at how she simply she stated that he was part of her pack. It made that strange feeling inside him flutter with happiness almost. In the past he always had to work to get accepted into a pack and she just took him in like that. He did not know how to really feel about it. 

As he and the Parisian started to dig into their meals, he hoped he could truly find a pack here. Because if he was being honest that is all her ever truly wanted, to belong.

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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

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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