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Lesson One Girl Genius minific

In which Gil is more of a Disaster Prepper than a Chess player, and learned more from the loss of Tarvek than Klaus realized. AU tag for Siege of Mechanicsburg

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@girlgeniusevents gg event ​week day 1: alternate universe

based off this vine: x

au where lucrezia is the exact same but she actually cares about agatha

still petty and evil and dramatic, but severely inconvenienced bc she does actually love her children (in her own way). 

of course she’s still going to conquer europa, but now she’s going to wrap it up and hand it to agatha on a string

Something that isn’t really addressed in “It takes a village” is that, while Agatha dresses pretty much like she does in canon while she’s in Mechanicsburg, she has a radically different fashion sense in Beetleburg, where she decided that in order to pass herself as a Very Normal Student, Nothing To See Here, she simply had to crib Vanamonde’s fashion sense. 

Possibly that’s just because the mental image she has for ‘respectable young adult’ is Van, and a general unawareness of the fact that, no… Van is… he’s just a fancy goth. Also these are not her colors.

But also, because she tends towards dark and cool colors, it gives her a much more matronly vibe that does help when it comes to keeping the other students in line.

Later, after they find out she’s a Heterodyne, many of the people who knew her at TPU will think ‘oh, that explains why she always dressed so creepy’, but no. No, that was just her plan for blending in. That was Agatha trying to be subtle. 

“they say the young baron wulfenbach killed tarvek sturmvoraus over her” more like he stopped tarvek from murdering her with her bare hands and then realized it was a mistake and was like “whoops sorry bro”

but listen i will NEVER EVER be over the fact that the only time we see tarvek really in the madness place is when he’s beating someone to death with his bare hands

Minion Soulbonds

Everyone destined to fall in loyalty with a Spark is born with that Spark’s sigil on their skin.

The scattering of trilobites among children born after the Heterodyne Boys vanish is taken throughout Europa as evidence that they’ll come back.

In Mechanicsburg all the children are still born with trilobites and that’s taken as hope of a different kind.

The scattering of winged castles throughout Europa is considered with puzzlement during the days when Wulfenbach is a small barony (which doesn’t even have an airforce!) and Klaus is mostly known as the Heterodyne Boys’ sidekick. Maybe it’s going to be someone else’s sigil?

Bang hides hers. She’s a pirate queen, the last thing she needs is to follow a Spark around. When she finds herself doing just that she hides the tattoo anyway. Gil would be smug and Klaus would be unsurprised.

Boris regards his with annoyance, he doesn’t want to belong to any Spark, and then with hope, it’s not the sigil of the Spark that experimented on him, he won’t belong to them forever, and finally with acceptance.

Moloch’s trilobite baffles him when he’s younger. If the Heterodyne Boys return it certainly won’t involve him. When he’s sent to Castle Heterodyne and sees the same mark on the other prisoners he thinks that’s it, the Castle owns them now and was obviously destined to. The truth, when he’s faced with it, scares him even worse.

Violetta’s trilobite nearly gets her killed. A sign of disloyalty in the making, written on her skin. Tarvek pulls strings to keep her alive and hopes it means a real Heterodyne (because the alternative is Lucrezia inhabiting the body of one and he will not see his stubborn, loving cousin in loyalty with her.)

au where everything is the same but agatha is fucking ripped from assisting with the clays mechanic shop

Kwami muses!

And to cap off the one am sketchdump, the kwami muses I drew literal months ago for @tanoraqui’s superhero/miraculous au

a handy and enlightening recap

Warnings: None

Summary: After the Baron’s stasis bomb seals Agatha in Mechanicsburg, KB is forced to escape from the Empire and take control of what little of the Heterodyne’s resources he has under his command. He’s not very excited about that.

When Uncle Barry reappears after eleven years, he’s not very excited about that either.  

AN: Very largely inspired by Mixed Feelings and a conversation with @destiny919. Originally I had this written for the twins au (which is still going to be a thing! Enjoy the previews of that) but decided I didn’t like the direction it was going, so I had to scrap it. Still, I enjoyed writing it too much to actually throw it out, so have this fic of Barry being yelled at by his very (and justifiably) angry nephew.

The first week spent in the caverns outside of Mechanicsburg was confusing at best and a disaster at worst. As they struggled to determine exactly who had been inside the city when it was cut off, it became increasingly clear just how much they’d lost: the jaeger generals, the minions, the administrators, even the Lady Heterodyne. Things were looking grim. But even though the Heterodyne was trapped in Mechanicsburg, there was still another one outside the walls.

KB threw himself into organizing their forces with the fervor of a spark and the precision of an ex-Secretary. He set up in the infirmary and took reports while he treated the wounded. Most of his papers ended up covered in blood and bile, but by the end of the first two days they had a comprehensive list of their manpower, supplies, and rations. That was around the time the refugees started arriving.

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@tanoraqui what’s your opinion on like, having the muses be kwami-ish figures in the miracule muses au

Because I may have gotten Ideas in the shower and sketches may be happening

I wish I could call everyone who liked or reblogged this “enablers” and blame  you, but I think we all know I’d be adding more anyway.

edit: fuck this got long. and…dialoguish…

Tarvek’s superhero persona is Storm King; that’s from the other superhero au but really it’s the one true option here. I’m probably going to draw several things from that.

Gil’s is Lightning Bug, ditto(ish.)

I dunno if they’d have kamis like in ML, but for this au I do prefer their powers coming from something like that? They both have rings? Or something around their necks, if we want to echo Girl Genius fashion.

maybe the school they attend is super stuffy and requires uniforms with ties and both boys have magical tie pins. Magical tie pins which they turn or tap to TRANSFORM.

i’m really just here for magical girl boy transformation sequences tbh.

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Weird ideas I have at 1 in the morning after marathon-reading three emelan books in succession: Girl Genius OT3 circle of magic au.

Agatha is a smith mage, Gil is a weather mage, Tarvek is the thread mage who spins them together. Probably all students at a Living Circle temple, sim to canon. Zeetha can see and hear things on the winds. Klaus is an academic mage, can see magic, and is probably studying ambient magic. 

DuPree is always fun*

*presuming your sense of fun is centered around fire and screaming. Here she is in the Seige of Mechanicsburg:

I really want a fic of Gil following DuPree around trying to figure out what the big stuff is. Scientifically. Possibly with a clip board. That Dupree, naturally, sets on fire.

Also my original response when reading this was to think ‘well Gil! She hasn’t set you on fire. That’s nice. Maybe you’re Big Stuff’.

And then I kept reading

DO WANT

Oh my god

so

the last two times they’ve had to extract a personality from another system (Castle Heterodyne, the Beast) Agatha’s built a little dingbot for it

Do you realize what this could mean

DINGBOT LUCREZIA

Welp. I’m sold.

We’ve been looking at this the wrong way around. Why put copy!Klaus in a dingbot when you could recreate the thing with Ulm and the train and have him possess Castle Wulfenbach. With the same limitations as Castle Heterodyne of course, i.e. he has to do what Gil says. EVERYONE gets a sentient, violently overprotective castle!

Except Tarvek, because Anevka would probably rather have an actual body again and the OT3 needs one of them to have a house where they can have sex without it being reeeally awkward.

The Fun Kind - Part 1

More Girl Genius fic! This one was inspired primarily by Adversary over on Ao3, but I’m honestly not sure I can write such a convincing evil!Agatha. Mine seems to be a little closer to chaotic neutral. I have no idea if I’m going to write any more on this, but I do have a rough plan for a lot more.

oos#golgomosh wolfonboch #FUCKING GOLGOMOSH

Torvok Stormvoroos

Ogotho Hotorodon(o)

it’s impossible to be sad if you replace all the vowels in your fav character’s name with o’s

Fandoms are for noticing all the Funny Background Events, because single readers cannot possibly find all of them on their own.

A Boy and his Goldfish

So I think we all remember the goldfish. This guy here: 

That Gil manages to catch

Hold onto during the whole scene

Maneuver around

And even shield from the explosion.

But what I noticed recently while collecting my outfit reference was this little gem right here:

Yeah. That’s a fishbowl in the corner. But it could have been there before you say? Well…

Zoing is afraid of it. So it’s new. Gil kept the goldfish from TPU, the dork.

Bonus:

“Get Bigger Tub.” ….For mutant goldfish, perhaps?

‘nuff said

Comprehensive Index of Overlord Bethany’s Girl Genius Fiction Posts

I’ll update this index whenever I post a new ficlet, and probably reblog it a couple times a month, just so it’s easy to find. update: this is getting pretty lengthy and I can’t remember which ones I’ve checked, so please notify me if any of the links don’t function properly.

Unrelated Miscellany:

In which Tarvek is angry [Paris] In which Bang helps [Paris]

Pre-Canon Ficlets

In which Seffie has opinions

In which the students learn of a crime [Paris] In which Klaus hears news [Paris-related] In which Tarvek faces consequences [Paris] In which Electromagnetica lab goes about how you’d expect [Paris] In which Colette tries to talk sense [Paris]

In which Gil has an unfortunate night out [Paris] In which Tarvek keeps his mouth shut

Ficlets Within Canon

In which Tarvek contemplates his new skin In which Gil contemplates Tarvek’s new skin

In which Tarvek contemplates his cousin

Post-Canon Ficlets, Chronological

In which Tarvek enjoys a quiet moment with his favorite people In which Gil blunders over Tarvek’s quiet moment  In which Gil learns about consent  In which Agatha wakes Tarvek  In which Gil has been weird(er)  In which the Castle has a little fun  In which Moloch von Zinzer learns something icky  In which Gil wears a new waistcoat  In which Agatha won’t reward bad behavior  In which Vanamonde has a Monday  In which Gil exercises a bad habit In which Tarvek questions his life choices In which Tarvek faces the predictable outcome

IM STILL CACKLING 

Day One- Au @girlgeniusevents

Everyone’s heard the words. 

Whispered over childrens cribs like a prayer before their parents turn out the light.

“Sleep deep my darlings, sleep well, and don’t fall under the Heterodyne’s spell.”

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listen…..i want in-universe girl genius Discourse™, set in the gg version of our time period, about how All Your Historical Faves were Problematic. p l e a s e. 

Marinette losing her feelings over Adrien because he stills wants to push the idea that ladybug is just in "denial" over her feelings for Chat could be a thing.

From Adrien’s perspective if he ever found out that would be terrible.

From my perspective it would be hilarious. She doesn’t hate him or anything, just every time he opens his mouth her feelings fade a little until they are legitimately just friends.

Role swap au where Zuko was the Avatar who got frozen for a hundred years, so when he’s rescued from the ice instead of a goofy twelve year old Katara catches this mysterious teenager with long hair and a cool scar and a fucking DRAGON

Katara: BOY???? HOT BOY?????? HOT TEENAGE BOY?????????

Zuko: *speaks*

Katara: nevermind I hate him

Stand-In Journalist

“You want me to do what?”

Marinette’s vaguely aware that her voice may have been a tad too loud, especially considering the fact that Alya had been attempting to whisper to her just moments ago. She’s also vaguely aware that’s she’s attracted the attention of most students currently walking up the school steps, including that of her crush, Adrien Agreste. Surprisingly, she finds herself unbothered. And more than a little distracted.

“Alya, you’re joking, right? You have to be.”

“Girl, shush,” Alya hisses out, wrapping an arm over Marinette’s shoulders and taking glances around them. It seems a little on the paranoid side, but Marinette isn’t one to judge.

“Listen, my grandma has to go into surgery, so me and my family have to take off for a week. I really, really, wish I could do this myself, but I’ve got no other choice right now. I know you’re busy with all your commissions, and the bakery, and class president stuff, but Nino sucks at talking professionally, and Adrien’s, like, never allowed out of the mansion.”

“What makes you think I’d be a better choice in comparison to literally every other student in our class?”

Alya rolls her eyes at all.

“Marinette, I’ve heard your customer service voice.”

“Ah.”

Right. Helping out her parents at the bakery meant an awful lot of occasions where she’d had to deploy the infamous customer service voice. After all, they do own one of the most popular bakeries in all of Paris, which meant attracting quite a lot of tourists.

Unlike America, the Dupain-Cheng bakery doesn’t take bullshit. She makes sure to let rude customers know that just from the tone of her voice.

If she tells you to leave, you leave. She only needs to say it once.

“Besides,” Alya continues on. “If you do this for me, you can consider all of your IOUs paid off.”

“Do what?”

The two girls look away from each other in surprise, now noticing they had the attention of their resident model. Despite teasingly calling out Marinette as an eavesdropper, everyone’s rather aware of his nosy tendencies. (Not many can blame him, though. He’s not socially incompetent, but boundaries are still not his strong point. Really, considering his only friend for years was Chloé, well… It’s understandable, to a point.)

“And what makes you think that’s your business, Agreste?” Alya smirks, placing a hand on her hip and using the other occupied one to pull Marinette closer.

She’s been doing that around Adrien a lot, testing some theory about Adrien and his touchy-feely habits. Marinette decided she didn’t want any part of that and didn’t ask any further.

“Well,” Adrien playfully smirks back. “I overheard―”

“Eavesdropped,” Alya loudly whispers into Marinette’s ear, who giggles in response.

“Overheard,” Adrien corrects, though he’s clearly smiling. “You pressuring poor Marinette into doing something that she doesn’t seem to want to do. So I was just curious, is all.”

He pauses, glancing back and forth between the two girls.

“This wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with Lila, would it?”

Alya bursts out into a short laugh, not realising the fond look Marinette shoots Adrien’s way or how his shoulders are tensed, maybe even worried.

“No way! This is way more important than that! Marinette’s just filling in for me for one of my, uh… Ladyblog duties.”

Adrien relaxes, then smiles almost knowingly.

“Ah, I see. Nino said you’re going out of town in two days, right?”

“Yup! But you’re not getting any more than that. Now shoo, we got a lot to talk about.”

“Wait, hey,” Marinette protests. “I didn’t agree yet!”

“So you’re not going to take the opportunity to pay off all your IOUs in one sitting?”

The designer snaps her mouth shut and stares off into space for a moment, brows knit together and cheeks puffed up in what seems to be intense consideration.

“… Okay, deal.”

“Yes! Let’s go, then! Bye, Adrien!”

And with that, Alya drags Marinette away before the poor girl realises who she was standing in front of, and accidentally makes a fool of herself as a result.

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Alya had given Marinette most of the material she would need to do the job. Not only that, but she had coached Marinette through lines and responses, and how to use her customer service voice and morph it into a similar but distinctly different interviewer voice.

With all that, you would think that Marinette would be prepared for what she was about to do. But the truth of the matter is that no, she was not prepared. In fact, she was the opposite of prepared. While, yes, the chairs and cameras were all set up, and everything looked neat and tidy, and she was wearing her best professional clothing— a ruffled pink top and grey pencil skirt— Marinette was…

Well, she was freaking out. She had never practiced with the blinding light fixtures or with a camera pointed directly at her face. She never practiced her lines with anyone other than Alya. She only learned how to turn the cameras on today, right when Nino had finished up putting the cameras in place and was about to go home before curfew. 

It was just the push of a simple button, so that shouldn’t be something to worry about, but the fact of the matter was that she hadn’t even considered she would be the one responsible for the cameras. Which left the question― What else was she responsible for, that she hadn’t even anticipated?

“Well, this is a surprise.”

Oh god, he’s already here.

Plastering on a forced smile, Marinette turns her attention to a silhouette crouching on a high window. The crescent moon is hovering just behind his head, and his eyes seem to glow in the darkness of the corner he was in. He’s clearly already putting on a show, and Marinette realises with some panic that she doesn’t have a camera lined up in that direction.

Was… Was she supposed to move it? No, no, what if she accidentally breaks it? No, she can’t move it. But what if Alya wants this footage?

“Hello, Chat Noir,” Marinette forces out, stopping herself from prematurely pressing the record button. She… She’s supposed to do something first before doing that, but she’s forgotten what.

The superhero jumps down from his perch and walks into the artificial lighting, smiling easily and swinging his lower body over the back of the velvety red armchair, sinking into the seat cushions. 

“I was under the assumption that our favourite ladyblogger would be conducting the interview.”

“She had a family emergency, so I’ll be taking her place this time.”

His smile twitches down a bit, then completely fades away. His gaze grows more intense.

“… I see.”

An awkward silence stretches between them, and Marinette feels her face gradually heat up in embarrassment. Her mind is completely blank. 

“Marinette, are you alright?”

It takes her more than a couple seconds to process that question, and when she does, her embarrassment increases tenfold.

“I’m fine, sorry about that. Just got lost in thought. Anyways, are you prepared for the interview?”

Apparently, her response displeases him, because he stands up and walks around the table between them, stopping just beside her. His eyes never leave her face.

“… Marinette, I think you’re either having an anxiety attack right now, or you’re dissociating.”

“Am I,” is her automatic response. He doesn’t say anything, only frowning as though he was given a rather unfortunate answer. He reaches for his baton and opens it up, kneeling down beside her legs. He takes several minutes to check something up, reads through it, then puts the baton away.

“Okay, definitely dissociating,” he mumbles to himself. He stands up again then goes over to the equipment, and Marinette doesn’t do anything to stop him from messing with it. 

Abruptly, the lights shut off. 

“Marinette, you okay? Do you hear me?”

His voice is soft in the darkness, which is comforting, but it’s still distressing that she can’t see. Yes, the lights were horrible, but now the only thing in her vision is the imprint of a bright, blueish hue, fixed in place no matter how many times she blinks or where she looks.

“Marinette?”

His voice is closer, now, but even softer, just shy of a whisper. She hums in response, then blinks a few more times. One of the light fixtures is moved out of the way, allowing for moonlight to splash over the table and chair in front of her. Her shoulders untense, just a little. There’s still spots in her vision, but she can see now, so it doesn’t matter.

“Do you want me to keep talking?”

Yes, yes, she would very much like that. Her body is beginning to feel a little shaky, but she manages to give the voice a sharp nod. The voice? Who was she talking to again? She couldn’t—

“You know, I lied when I said I was surprised,” the voice says, interrupting her spiralling thoughts. “I knew that Alya was gonna be out of town, I had overheard about it. I also know you’re her best friend, so I kind of expected to see you. I was really excited about it.”

A figure moves in front of her, briefly, before once again getting comfortable in the plush red seat. His lips move in time with the voice.

“I really enjoy talking with you. It’s really easy to trust you with things I wouldn’t tell others, because you’re very respectful and kind. I’m honestly amazed that you never told Alya about that whole balcony thing, the day Glaciator attacked. I didn’t even have to tell you not to say anything, you just naturally understand boundaries like that.”

Chat Noir smiles in a way that’s nothing like all the previous smiles she’s ever seen on his face.

Right. Chat Noir. She’s talking to Chat Noir, because she was supposed to be filling in for Alya, who is out of town, for an exclusive one-on-one interview with Chat Noir. And she…

And she already messed up.

“Oh, God,” she says with sudden realisation. She quickly raises both hands to squish them against the front of her face, covering up her burning cheeks. “Oh, God, I can’t believe that just happened.”

“Hey, it’s alright—”

“No, it’s not alright, because I promised Alya I would get this done, and that it would be perfect, but I totally messed up everything because I couldn’t keep my stupid feelings in check, again, and Alya had worked so hard and deserves—”

“Marinette, stop.”

She flinches back, and sees Chat Noir now seated down on the table, his knees just barely bumping into hers on either side. He leans forward and takes hold of both her hands, placing them on her lap.

“You need to stop thinking about what Alya will think or how she would do this. You’re not Alya. You may be the stand-in journalist, but that doesn’t mean to have to do everything by her rules.”

“But, no, this is Alya’s interview, she—”

“She’s not here right now. You are. Listen Marinette, you can’t do this by pretending to be some imitation of Alya. If you want an authentic, smooth-going interview, you’ll need to go about this your own way. Everything you learned from Alya is going to be your base template. A resource for you to borrow from. You with me so far?”

Marinette presses her lips together and nods. Chat smiles and cups her cheeks, using his thumbs to brush away tears she hadn’t even known she’d shed.

“Good. Now then, tell me how Marinette Dupain-Cheng would interview a superhero.”

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The light fixtures were back in place, now at a much lower level than they were previously. The table had been moved out of the way, allowing for the chairs to be close enough that either one of them could stick their leg out to kick the other, easily. The cameras were rearranged to film at different angles, now, and no camera view excluded either of the two out of the shot.

Most importantly, Marinette had ditched the file Alya had provided her. She already knew the questions by heart, anyways, in case she needed to use one of them.

“You ready to begin?”

It’s funny, really, that the interviewee was asking that, and not the interviewer. 

“Yeah,” Marinette responds. “Let’s get this show started.”

And with that, the cameras start rolling. Marinette grins at camera A, placed to have a perfect side-view recording of both parties from a distance.

“Bonjour, Paris! I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng, and while I’ve literally never done an interview in my life, Alya Césaire decided that I would be the purrfect replacement in her absence. So, really, you should blame her for this.”

Chat snorts loudly at that.

“Continuing on, today we’ll be asking our favourite feline superhero, Puss in Boots, a few questions. Say hello, kitty!”

“Oh, God,” Chat says in-between a short bout of laughter. “Bonjour, Paris. Just so you know, I did nothing to deserve this blatant mistreatment.”

“Hush,” Marinette says, giving him a light kick in the shin. “I punned for you. I get a pass.”

“What? No way, you can’t get passes for animal cruelty.”

“Oh, you’re an animal now? Way to start this interview off strong for your lady fans, Chat Noir. Please, do go on.”

The interview goes by smoothly. There’s never a lull in conversation, boundaries remain untouched, and the atmosphere remains playful, warm, personal, and overall enjoyable.

But, it isn’t the end.

“Are you sure you want to do this, Marinette?”

She sighs, picking up the file she had previously discarded, squinting due to the bright lights. 

“I won’t lie and say I didn’t enjoy doing things my way, but I did promise Alya that I’d do it the way she planned it. So, we might as well film this version as well, right? She can decide for herself which one she likes better. Besides, I…”

She smiles.

“I feel a lot better now. I think I can do this.”

“Alright then,” Chat concedes. “Let’s take it from the top, then.”

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Alya has watched both videos at least ten times each, and she has to admit, the superior one is rather clear. As much as she doesn’t like it, Marinette was clearly more in her element in the first one filmed, which went on to further charge the chemistry between her and Chat.

And boy, was there chemistry. 

That leads to the next problem. If she posts the first video, Paris would practically erupt, a new brand of shippers will jump into the scene, and Hawkmoth may very well place a target on her best friend’s back.

If she posts the second video, her followers would find the interviewer rather lackluster, and possibly make a lot of rude comments that she doesn’t want her best friend to be subjected to.

… Really, the answer to her dilemma would be pretty obvious. Marinette can handle a few internet jerks. It’s no big deal, and, most importantly, it won’t get her targeted by Hawkmoth. 

But the thing is… Marinette and Chat Noir want her to post the first video. They wouldn’t have filmed it and given it to her if they hadn’t wanted it to go public.

The ladyblogger leans back into her desk chair and sighs, glancing towards the bedside digital clock while biting down on her thumb. 1:53. She really needs to make a decision, otherwise she’ll never be able to actually go to bed.

Her sleep deprived mind suddenly gets an idea. She latches on to it, posting both videos with different captions, then collapses into her bed with a sigh of relief. She’ll deal with the consequences tomorrow.

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Chat Noir is a little shit and he’s going to pay. 

She feels fooled. Bamboozled. A few nights ago, he had been gentle and kind, had given her good advice, and encouraged her to do her best without sacrificing the way she is. That Chat Noir was an inspiration. A friend and an ally. Someone she trusts and could count on. 

The Chat Noir of today made her realise that, yes, while he can be all those things, he’s still a little storm of trouble, mischief, and utter bullshit. 

And she was not prepared for this. 

It’s only been a day since the interviews have been posted, but almost immediately after they had gone public, Chat Noir decided to post a link to it on his social media and make comments.

Ones specifically made to rile up every shipper, analyst, and hero fan in Paris.

If she gets stopped one more time by some creepy adult fan who thinks it’s perfectly okay to grab a little teenager by the wrist, she’s going to kick their fucking ass. 

She eyes the expensive fabric scissors with an expression that screams murder. She wonders if it could tear through a magical catsuit. Probably not. Besides, she’d have to pay for it if she gets blood on it, and she only brought enough money to get herself some fabric.

Ugh.

She feels her hands twitch as her phone dings with another update on Chat Noir’s twitter. Begrudgingly, she shoves her hand into her purse and fishes it out, wondering what he could possibly be saying now. Seriously, how has he not exhausted himself yet? Wasn’t he awake at, like, 2 in the morning?

Marinette is not a toy. Quit grabbing her and asking her questions on the street. She’s a person. I SEE you, lady in the blue cardigan at the fabric store. She’s 13. Back. Off.

Quickly, she whips her head around to look over her shoulder, catching sight of a middle-aged woman in a navy blue cardigan. The woman is looking down at her phone, silently walking away in embarrassment.

Her phone dings thrice again.

Hey Paris, remember when I DIDN’T need to play bodyguard because you guys were respectful towards teenaged girls who were lucky enough to interact with superheroes? Let’s go back to that.

Seriously, I only noticed like 30 minutes ago when I saw some university guy corner her on the street. What the hell’s going on? @ladyblogger Was this a normal occurrence and me and Ladybug just didn’t know?

I admit I was joking around and maybe fueling some ship wars but I didn’t expect grown adults to take that as a sign to harass a young girl. Knock it off and wake up, real life isn’t the internet. 

…

Well, Marinette decides. She supposes the cat will live to see another day.

Ding!

To the TV crew hanging out at the entrance of the fabric store: Filming and interrogating a 13 year old without parental consent is illegal. I WILL apprehend you. Leave.

A minute later, Marinette hears about a dozen curses from multiple people at the front of the store, and the rushed packing of equipment.

With a smirk, Marinette sends out a tweet of her own.

Wassup, Paris, thanks for landing me my very own furry stalker, @therealchatnoir. Much appreciated. Always wanted one of those.

Ding!

?!?!?!? FURRY?!?! EXCUSE ME?!?!

Marinette cackles and pockets her phone, ignoring the resulting dings.

DON’T PUT YOUR PHONE AWAY ON ME, HEY!!! HEYYYY!!!!

I’M NOT A FURRY TAKE YOUR PHONE OUT YOU COWARD

dcvgthgrfCFRVGTBHYGVRFCDEX F I G H T M E

I’LL SPAM YOU DON’T THINK I WON’T DO IT. HEY LADYBLOGGER GIVE ME HER NUMBER I JUST WANNA TALK

Marineeeeetttteeeeee don’t ignore me pleeaaaaseeee ;(((((

He’s a dork. He’s sweet and kind, but ultimately he’s a total dork. 

And maybe a little her type.

…

She buys black fabric, that day.

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“Please? Pleaaase?”

“No, Alya.”

“Oh come on, just one with Ladybug!”

“I can’t, Alya. I’m busy that day. Ask Adrien to do it or something.”

“… You know what? I will. He’s free Wednesday morning, right?”