#alya bashing

Now on to my ask.

A salty alya.

Where she wants Mariette to make her a dress for her birthday that is like two weeks away. Marinette says no that is impossible pluses I have three commission that I am working on now.

One is in fact a dress for her that her parents have commissioned as a surprise gift.

Alya is a brat about the fact Marinette told her no. Doesn't speak to her doesn't invite her to the party. Her parents find out when Marinette drops off the dress.

They are disappointed when they learn this worried when none of her classmates see this as a problem.

Pissed when alya says wow the dress they got her was better then anything Marinette could have made.

Alya than thanks Lila for tell her parents whom to commission.

So, this is super late, but yes I had a good Christmas. Got to fly home and see my family and just cut loose and party. Was super fun. Very belated, but hope you had a good holiday too! Here you go, hope you like it!

Alya had skip in her step as she approached the school that day. It was almost her birthday, her party right around the corner, and nothing could ruin Alya's mood. Everything was set for her party. The only thing she had left to do was get Marinette to make her a dress.

Extreme Hide and-Where are You?!

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Disclaimer, both Mari, Tim, and the class are around 17-years-old.  Mari and Tim met when they were about 5, and this is 12-years-later.

“Want to continue critiquing their outfits, then steal a bunch of treats?  I know the perfect hiding spot.”

Chapter Thirty Two: Ocean’s Two and a Half

Elm trees left little room to hide behind.

Marinette learned that little tidbit through personal experience, and while that experience came with knowledge, she would have rather stayed ignorant.

Her perch on a branch was very uncomfortable—leaves poked her eyes and itched at her head, several small branches scratched at her arms.

It was worse for Chloé, who had apparently never climbed a tree before.

She sat on the same branch as Marinette, hugging the trunk of the tree like her life depended on it.

Getting out there hasn’t even been the hard part. The park was barely a street away, and know one seemed to care, or even notice, two teenagers ditching school. Mrs. Bustier didn’t see them as they walked behind her and climbed a tree. She wasn’t all that aware of her surroundings.

The walk to the park was nice and peaceful, orange and red autumn leaves fell around them, and Chloé and Marinette would try to catch them as they fell.

Marinette smiled at her friend, who knew Chloé Bourgeois would be afraid of heights? She had been fine as Queen Bee.

“Chloé?” Marinette whispered, careful to not let anyone but Chloé hear her. “Are you okay? I thought you liked heights.”

Chloé sucked in a breath and turned a little to peer at Marinette. “I’m not afraid! I just don’t like being in such an icky place!” She whisper-yelled.

That’s a load of bullshit, kid. Plagg cackled in her head.

Marinette smiled again, she was about to respond when she heard a noise of annoyance from below.

“It’s just so stupid that she said that! I can’t believe I used to be friends with someone like that! I need a dress and she just won’t make me one? What the hell!” Alya’s angry grumble came from below.

Marinette rolled her eyes, an attempt to cover the hurt from someone she once considered her best friend.

To get the twitch out of her eye, Marinette enacted her plan. She nodded to Chloé, who grinned like a shark. Marinette began to crawl down the tree, making sure she wasn’t seen.

Marinette knew everything about all her classmates, including that Alya always, always, sat down when she was on a call. She had spent weeks learning everything she possibly could about her classmates so that she would never do anything one of them would dislike. She had stopped after the Lila fiasco, and after a while that knowledge sat in her head to rot.

She didn’t think it would ever be useful, but now it finally was. Being obsessive over all her friends had finally paid off.

Chloé whipped out Alya’s phone and dialed quickly, she was smiling so much Marinette thought her smile might start to hurt.

One ring. Two rings. Three.

“Who the fuck is this?” Alya growled and sat down on the bench, crossing her legs and glaring at nothing.

“Did you never learn to answer the phone politely?” Chloé scoffed.

Marinette felt a smile tug at her lips.

She dropped to the ground without a sound and peaked behind the tree to watch Alya.

“Chloé? Why do you have my phone!” Alya asked—or rather, yelled.

She quickly quieted and hid her phone when Mrs. Bustier looked over.

Marinette crawled out from behind the tree. The bench Alya sat on was by the next tree over. She only had to crawl a few feet without anyone noticing her.

The only problem: that few feet was open space, and right next to where Kim and Alix were playing soccer.

She would need a distraction. if only she had her Lucky Charm. But she was still Ladybug, even if she wasn’t wearing the mask.

Right?

She scanned Kim’s posture. He was leaning on his right foot, Marinette knew he favored his left for kicking because of the sprain he had in his right the year before. Alix had dared him to jump from a tree and he landed on his leg, spraining it. Now, he was getting ready to kick.

The angle was steady, ready to kick between the two trash cans they were using as goals. Marinette knew Alix was easily distracted, she was there when Alix was diagnosed with ADHD. One small noise and she would change her position from prepared to preoccupied.

Marinette grabbed a rock from the ground, she waited just one moment…now!

Right as Kim kicked the ball, Marinette threw the rock at the one of the trash cans that made up Alix’s goal.

A loud clang was heard, distracting Alix. Kim kicked the ball directly into her head, where it bounced off and directly into Nino’s back. He fell forward onto Alya, who yelled out and fell from the bench. the weight of her boyfriend knocking her over and onto the ground. The phone flew from her hand.

In the chaos, Marinette darted forward and snatched it before it hit the grass.

Marinette heard a sharp laugh from Chloé’s hiding spot and grinned. The phone was in her grasp, all she had to do was delete the photo.

She couldn’t help the little cheer she let out.

The cheer that got her caught.

As it turned out, during her celebration, the chaos calmed down and Alya had started to search for her phone.

And found it in Marinette’s hand.

“Marinette!” Alya screamed. “Why do you have my phone? And how did you even get out here!”

Marinette fumbled, standing so she could be face to face with her former friend. “Uh, I walked.”

Alya’s face was turning the same shade as the grape jelly tarts her dad loved. “You know that’s not what I—“

“Oh, shut up, Cesaire.” Chloé’s voice flooded through the phone. She definitely didn’t sound as panicked as Marinette felt.

She hopped down from the tree and stalked forward , gracefully—like a panther.

“But you have my phone!” She shrieked.

“I thought I told you to leave your phones in the classroom, kids.” Mrs. Bustier said, walking over and towering over Alya.

Alya whipped around, “It’s not my fault! I was worried about leaving it there with Marinette! She once stole Adrien’s phone!”

Marinette turned bright red and clenched the phone a little tighter. She glanced at Adrien who was staring at her with an indecipherable expression on his face. She didn’t look at Chloé.

“Marinette,” Mrs. Bustier started. “Why do you have Alya’s phone?”

Marinette look up at her, was Mrs. Bustier always this tall?

“I was only picking it up so that I could give it back to her.” She whispered, attempting to sound pitiful and kind.

Mrs. Bustier nodded, hoping this meant Marinette was going back to her old ways. She didn’t ask why Chloé and Marinette were in the park instead of the classroom. They had probably just come down to apologize.

“Okay then. Marinette, you can give me Alya’s phone, I’m going to keep it for the rest of the day. . Alya, you have detention for breaking my rule.”

Did—did that just work? Tikki asked, her voice high and confused.

I have no fucking clue. But now Bustier has Alya’s phone. And my video.

Think, think, think, how do you get it back? Marinette thought to herself.

“Mrs. Bustier!” Chloé called out, stepping forward with a determined look on her face. “I think that Alya was taking pictures of Marinette and I in class. I never gave her permission and I’d like to be able to delete them myself. I’ll feel a lot safer that way.”

Marinette blinked a few times, maybe she was hearing things wrong. Alya hadn’t taken any pictures of them.

Marinette. Think about it. She’s helping. Tikki said.

Mrs. Bustier gasped. “Alya, why would you do such a thing?”

Alya spluttered, face turning even redder. “I didn’t—“

“I’m sorry to cause trouble, but I’m just worried about what she’s going to do with the pictures she took, what if it’s something bad?” Chloé sniffed and hugged herself.

Marinette couldn’t help but think she’d had practice with this kind of thing before.

“Oh, of course, Chloé!” Mrs. Bustier handed over the phone like it didn’t contain Marinette's biggest secret.

Chloé shot Marinette a triumphant look and handed her the phone once Mrs. Bustier returned to her bench.

Marinette deleted the video from the phone, then from the cloud. It was officially gone.

She deleted her number too.

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sorry it’s later than usually, I was feeling pretty idea blocked

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Chapter 14 - You Can't Cover All Your Wounds in Band-Aids

Time passed, with each second feeling like a cruel reminder of how lonely I was. The weight of my double life as Ladybug and the constant battle against Shadow Moth consumed my days. I yearned for a way to bring an end to his reign of darkness, to regain my freedom and be myself once more.

In my room, photographs adorned the walls, capturing moments of joy and friendship. Adrien's charming smile, Luka's gentle gaze, and the laughter shared with my friends stared back at me. Barkk and Ziggy fluttered over to the corkboard where the pictures were displayed.

Barkk, ever the worrier, chimed in, "I told you we should've taken the photos down! They only bring you sadness, Marinette."

I held my gaze on the photos, my voice barely a whisper. "Please don't," I pleaded, my words tinged with a mix of determination and sadness. "Stop, Barkk. I'm not sad, and these photos don't bother me. They're a reminder of who I am and what I'm fighting for. So it's all good." I forced a humorless chuckle, desperately trying to convince myself. "There's no problem, you see?"

Amidst the emotional turmoil, my phone buzzed incessantly, another call demanding my attention. Frustration surged within me, and I sent the call straight to voicemail, not wanting to face the outside world just yet. A couple of minutes passed, and the phone buzzed again, indicating that a voicemail had been left.

Curiosity got the better of me, and I played the voicemail. The familiar voices of my friends filled the airwaves, their warmth seeping through the recording. I heard Alya's energetic voice followed by the cheerful greetings of Rose, Juleka, Mylene, and Alix. "Hey Marinette, it's us!" they chimed in unison. "We're just calling to tell you that we're here if you need to talk. Whenever you want, wherever you want, give us a call back." There was a brief pause, and then I heard Alya's voice again, softer and tinged with sadness. "We miss you."

I felt a mix of emotions well up inside me, a combination of longing, guilt, and a deep sense of isolation. Unable to bear the weight of their words, I deleted the voicemail, my heart heavy with conflicting emotions. In a moment of frustration, I impulsively chucked my phone across the room, the sound of it hitting the wall echoing my inner turmoil.

“Come on we gotta do something!” Barkk shouted out as he hovered over my frame. I grabbed one of my pillows and put it over my head. 

“If only Tikki were here,” Wyazz chimed in, “She would know how to help Marinette.” 

“I got an idea!” Trixx announced as he pulled the pillow off my head, “Why aren’t you using the light box to talk to your friends?” he asked as he floated in front of my face. 

“What’s there to talk about?” Turning my head away from Trixx, I said, “Everything’s fine.” 

Trixx persisted, "Don't you think you should detransform then? Maybe it's time to take a break."

I shook my head, “No I’m better off like this, better off staying as ladybug,” I said as a fresh bout of tears started welling up in my eyes, “this way if Shadow Moth attacks Paris, I’ll be ready for action at any time.” 

“Yes but what about Tikki?” Trixx said, pushing gently “She could use some rest and she needs to eat something as well.” 

Overwhelmed with guilt and worry, I shouted, "Oh my God! Tikki, spots off!" Tears streamed down my face as I cradled the tired kwami in my hands. "Are you okay, Tikki?"

Tikki let out a tired sigh, “better than you Marinette,” she replied, her voice filled with compassion. "We should have a little talk." Tikki and I went up to the balcony so we could talk. 

Feeling the weight of my struggles, I poured my heart out to Tikki. "I don't know what to do anymore, Tikki," I confessed, my voice trembling with sadness. "My life as Marinette is too complicated. As long as I'm Ladybug, I can't have loved ones in my life. I had to break up with Luka because I couldn't tell him the truth. It would be the same with anyone else I date. I can't share my secret with him or anyone else, for that matter. I can't be honest with my closest friends or my parents about anything. I'm doomed to be a big liar to everyone, forever. What do I do, Tikki?"

Tikki's voice carried understanding, yet a hint of helplessness. "I wish I could give you a clear answer, Marinette," she sighed. "But kwami relationships are very different from human ones. We have a natural soul pair, like me and Plagg. I am the kwami of Creation, and Plagg is the kwami of Destruction. We are complementary to each other, balancing one another out. Without me, there is no Plagg, and without Plagg, there is no me. The same goes for other kwamis, like Fluff and Sass," Tikki continued, her voice filled with wisdom. "Fluff is the kwami of Evolution, and Sass is the kwami of Intuition. They are bound together by the burden of time, forming a natural pair. Kwamis have a unique balance and understanding of one another."

I listened intently, my heart heavy with the weight of my secret. "But with people, it's so different," I murmured, tears staining my cheeks. "I long for true, genuine connections, for the freedom to be myself without hiding behind a mask. I want to share my secret with the ones I love, but it just can't and it hurts Tikki, it hurts so much"

I let out a heavy sigh, sinking into the plush cushions of my balcony lounge chair. The weight of my thoughts seemed unbearable as I gazed out into the clear blue sky. Lost in my own world, I was startled when the balcony door swung open, and Alya's voice pierced through the silence.

"Marinette, there you are!" Alya's voice carried a mix of concern and urgency as she stepped onto the balcony. Tikki fluttered nervously, seeking shelter within the confines of my hair, sensing the tension in the air. I turned to face Alya, my expression a blend of surprise and frustration.

"What are you doing here, Alya?!" My voice rang out, laced with frustration and confusion. The events of the past few days had left me feeling raw and vulnerable, and I longed for a moment of solitude. Yet here was my best friend, barging into my private space.

Alya's eyes softened, her concern evident as she took a step closer. "We came to check on you, girl. We've all been worried about you," she replied, her voice filled with genuine care and friendship.

A heavy sigh escaped my lips, my weariness evident as I slumped in my chair on the balcony. "Aw, look! It's just like a real house! Look, the roof even comes off!" Rose's excitement echoed in the air, reaching my ears with an unexpected pang of panic. My heart skipped a beat as I realized what she was referring to - the miniature house, I was creating for the Kwami’s to serve as somewhere they can be outside of the Miracle Box.

My heart raced as I leaped off the balcony, my feet carrying me swiftly into my room. The miniature house stood proudly on my desk, its presence a constant reminder of the hidden world I guarded so fiercely. With each hurried step, worry and protectiveness fueled my actions, propelling me closer to the source of my concern.

As I positioned myself between Rose and the delicate structure, a surge of urgency coursed through my veins. The weight of my words hung in the air, trembling with a mixture of concern and pleading. "Please, don't touch this," I implored, my voice quivering with an underlying fear.

But before I could prevent the inevitable, the roof of the miniature house slipped from Rose's grasp, crashing onto the floor in a cacophony of shattered secrets. The delicate pieces scattered across the room, a visual representation of the vulnerability that now lay exposed.

A pang of disappointment surged through me as Rose's apology reached my ears. "I'm so sorry, Marinette," she murmured, her voice tinged with regret. I couldn't help but feel a mix of frustration and sadness, the knowledge that my secret had been unintentionally laid bare.

"Can you please just leave?" My plea hung in the air, a delicate thread of weariness that seemed to dissipate into the tension-filled atmosphere. The weight of my emotions pressed upon me, threatening to drown me in a sea of turmoil.

But Alya stepped forward, pushing Rose gently behind her. Her eyes met mine with unwavering determination. "Chill out, Marinette," she said, her voice steady and reassuring. "It's just a stupid dollhouse. We can totally help."

My patience, already frayed at the edges, threatened to snap as Alya's words fell upon my ears. The desire for solitude burned within me, an unyielding longing to escape the suffocating presence of well-intentioned intruders. I raised my voice, the frustration simmering beneath the surface now boiling over.

"Can you just go?!" I shouted, my words echoing with a mix of desperation and exasperation. "Can't you see? I want to be alone!"

Alya's expression softened, her concern etched onto her features. She took a step closer, her voice gentle yet firm. "Look, Marinette, we know something is wrong, and we are not leaving until you tell us what it is. We're here for you."

The room fell into a tense silence as Alya's words hung in the air. The weight of their presence tugged at my heart, a reminder that true friendship meant standing by each other's side, even in the face of uncertainty. I took a deep breath, realizing that shutting them out would only deepen the divide between us.

Just as I was about to speak, Mylène, usually soft-spoken, stepped forward. In her hand, she held a delicate bracelet, its surface adorned with intricate designs."Look, Marinette," Mylene interjected, her voice gentle yet firm as she stepped forward “Each of us told our secrets to this bracelet. It's your turn."

"The only thing wrong is that you guys are still in my room, even though I explicitly told you to get out!" I shouted, my voice laced with a mix of anger and desperation. Each word carried the weight of my frustration, echoing through the room as a testament to my shattered peace.

Alya reached out to me, her eyes filled with genuine concern. "Marinette, we're your friends," she said softly, her voice attempting to soothe the storm raging within me. "You can confide in us."

“Yeah marinette, we only want to be good friends to you. Real friends don’t let each other down!” Rose said with a smile on her face. A smile that felt like a stab to my heart.

A bitter laugh escaped my lips, laced with a mix of anger and frustration. I took a step back, my arms folding protectively across my chest, a barrier against the mounting tension in the room. The weight of past conflicts surged to the surface, fueling the fire of my resentment.

"Yeah, real friends don't ever let each other down, right?" I retorted, my voice dripping with venom. The bitterness in my words was a reflection of the wounds that still festered within me. "Oh, so now you want to be my friend, Rose? I distinctly remember you telling me, in Juleka's own house no less, that you couldn't stand a 'bully' like me. And Alya, let's not forget the New York incident. You haven't had a single concrete conversation with me since our fight. But now you suddenly want to say that you’re my friend?"

The room crackled with tension, the air thick with unspoken words and unresolved conflicts. Alya's determination matched my own as she took a step forward, her eyes narrowing with defiance. "Marinette, we're your friends," she shot back, her voice carrying a sharp edge. "But don't act like you're blameless in all of this. You've been distant, shutting us out. We've tried to reach out to you, but you keep pushing us away."

The anger within me roared to life, drowning out any sense of reason or understanding. The walls I had erected around myself fortified my position, shielding me from the vulnerability of self-reflection. I scoffed, my voice dripping with disdain. "Oh, so now it's all my fault? I'm the one who's been distant? Let's not forget how you've all hurt me, how you've all turned your back on me when I needed you the most! How the second Lila comes around all of you abandon me!"

My words hung in the air, a poison seeping into the cracks of our fractured friendship. The room felt smaller, suffocating under the weight of our escalating fight. 

Alya's eyes blazed with a mix of hurt and defiance, her voice trembling with suppressed anger. "You think you're the only one hurting, Marinette? We've all made mistakes, but you're so focused on your own pain that you can't see how it's tearing us apart!"

Tears welled up in my eyes, a mixture of anger and sorrow. The walls I had constructed around my heart threatened to crumble, but my pride held strong. "Maybe we were never really friends to begin with," I spat, my voice laced with bitter resignation. "Maybe it's time we all moved on."

Alya, Mylene, Juleka, and Rose walked away, their backs turned to me, their expressions a mix of shock and disappointment. The weight of their abandonment settled upon me, a heavy burden that threatened to crush my spirit.

Alix lingered for a moment, her hesitation palpable. I could see the conflict in her eyes, the indecision playing out on her face. Her mouth opened and closed as if searching for the right words to say, but ultimately, she too turned away, her footsteps echoing with a sense of resignation.

The silence that followed their exit was deafening, a stark reminder of the void that now existed between us. The room felt emptier, the air thick with the remnants of shattered friendships. I couldn't help but feel a pang of regret, a gnawing ache in the depths of my soul.

“I had no choice Tikki, I had to do it.” The weight of my decision bore down on me, the cardboard house I had constructed now lay there tattered and broken. I stared at it, my heart breaking a little more with each passing moment. The Miracle Box, once housed within its walls, was now safely tucked away in the hideaway drawer, hidden from prying eyes.

Tikki hovered beside me, her presence a source of comfort in this moment of turmoil. "I know, Marinette," she whispered, her voice tinged with sadness and understanding. She had been with me through it all, my confidante and guide in the face of adversity.

A bitter smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I tried to find a silver lining amidst the wreckage. "At least now I won't have to lie anymore," I mused, the words laced with a mix of resignation and relief. "There'll be no one left to lie to."

But as the words left my lips, a pang of loneliness pierced through me. The realization that I had severed the bonds of friendship, willingly or not, left an ache in my heart. The thought of facing each day without the laughter, support, and camaraderie of my friends was a daunting prospect.

"And I won't have anyone trying to stab me in the back either," I added, my voice tinged with bitterness. The wounds inflicted by betrayal still fresh in my mind, I sought solace in the absence of potential harm. Yet, the emptiness that lingered in the wake of their departure felt like a void that could never be filled.

I took a deep breath, my gaze shifting to the hideaway drawer. It held the key to our secret, the source of our power and responsibility. The weight of its presence reminded me of the duty I carried and the sacrifices I had made. It was a burden I would bear alone, but one that I was determined to shoulder.

I'm not exactly happy with this but I think this is the best I can do. Anyway, I hope you guys enjoy this even if it's not my best. To Hattafan2593, I'm really sorry for this taking so long but also if it isn't what you hoped. Hopefully it isn't too bad but it gave me quite a bit of trouble. Never the less, thanks sending in a request. 

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Alya shook as she saw herself destroying Marinette's sketchpad on video. She had just been trying to avenge Lila as Marinette had stolen her designs and Lila had been so upset by it. She had been in tears and Alya knew that she couldn't let Marinette get away with stealing her designs. She thought Marinette would know better but apparently not. However, she had no idea that Lila had followed her in secret and filmed her. She had no idea that Lila would actually send the video to the group chat and claim that she had been shocked to see Alya do such a thing. She had no idea that she had outlived her usefulness to Lila. For the last few weeks, Alya had been acting more and more unhinged. She was constantly snapping at everyone and anyone because her blog was no longer popular. People had caught on that it was no longer the most useful blog about Ladybug and that it was basically tabloid trash, devoted to either fake interviews or trying to convince everyone that Ladynoir was the one true ship and that they were actually dating. Even someone as blind and dumb as Sabrina could see that Ladybug was dating the new Fox hero, not Chat Noir but Alya refused to admit she was wrong. It didn't help that a new blog had turned up. As far as Alya was concerned, this new blog was stealing her views and likes. It didn't occur to her that her viewers had gotten tired with her blog and she even blamed Marinette for it. She was convinced that Marinette was the owner of the blog. She wasn't. Alya blinked as the messages began to come through, knocking her out of her thoughts.

Radbitsk8r: What the actual hell?! @Foxwivwifi why did you destroy Marinette's work?!

Foxwivwifi: Because she deserved it! Lila was upset about Marinette stealing her designs! Right, @modelqueen?!

ModelQueen: I was upset that someone might have stolen them. I never said she actually had. I can't believe you actually destroy her work!

Alya frowned at Lila's response. She was sure Lila had claimed that Marinette had in fact stolen her designs but could it be she misheard her? No! She was certain that she had said Marinette had stolen her designs.

FoxwivWifi: No! You said you had seen her taking your designs!

ModelQueen: No, I said that I suspected that someone had taken my designs and that I happened to see Marinette near my locker! That is not the same as saying she stole from me!

Bubbleboy: Alya, that is not cool. I can understand taking a look at her sketchpad to see if she had taken Lila's design but you can't just destroy Marinette's things. That is a crime and you have no real solid proof.

FoxwivWifi: But Lila said she had! I was just trying to avenge her!

ModelQueen: No, I didn't!!

I mean the series major plot is wrapped around Hawkmoth,who is Adrien's father. What better way to experience the villain than seeing him through the eyes of Adrien.

Marinette obviously can still be a character whose POV weighs heavily since a lot of minor plot is tied to her. But we don't idolize her. If this new Marinette in my own world were to maintain her current characterization she wouldn't be a bad guy because she's still Ladybug but she'd be a lot less beloved since I won't be handing out rewards for her shitty behavior. Lying,stealing,stalking. All that shit creepy girl.

I want to see Adrien's relationship with his father. Want to see the turmoil as he wishes for happier days and is given glimpses of those only to have Gabriel crush his hopes. I want to see how his father's treatment of him resulted in the way he is and how he acts. I want to see his friendship with Chloe. How they were so close then fell apart when Chloe chose the path to being her a person she believed her mother would love and loosing someone who liked her for who she was because of it. I want Chloe to keep her goddamn character development and reconnect with the only person who gives a flying fuck about her. I want her to teach Adrien not to be such a passive dum dum and actually stand up for himself when people like LadyBug or his father try to shut him down.

But nooooo. The writers give me creepy teen stalker girl with the perfect life who doesn't understand boundaries and never learns any lessons because everything goes her way.

I absolutely fell in love with @unmaskedagain‘s HBIC Marinette AU, and I thought maybe I should try to write something. Enjoy!

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As soon as the words “We’re not friends anymore,“ were uttered, the entire courtyard went silent.

Marinette raised an eyebrow. “What?“

Chloé winced. She could tell Marinette was giving the reporter every chance to take back what she had said, but alas, the death wish had been cast. “I said we’re not friends anymore, Marinette!”

Marinette made a tutting noise and looked back at her lunch. “You’re sure you want this?”

“Why wouldn’t I? You actually hurt someone, Marinette! You hurt my friend.“ Alya spat, her voice getting softer and softer towards the end.

“Then I’m sorry, guys,“ Marinette said, her voice emotionless. “but you deserve what comes your way.“ And with that, she stood up and walked away, leaving the dumbfounded group to scramble for the meaning in her last few words.

“What does she mean what comes our way?“ Alix asked to nobody in particular.

“How am I supposed to know? I wasn’t even there!“

Chloé, still watching from afar, shook her head sadly. Under all the pink polka dots and flowers, there was a stone-cold killer.

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When Marinette just stood up and walked away, Alya was immediately confused. This wasn’t part of the plan!

They had expected Marinette to do something along the lines of beg for their forgiveness, or shower them in gifts to regain their favor! Not–whatever that was!

But as soon as they were about to go after her, the bell rang, so they walked back to class, muttering among themselves. But whenever Alya looked at the faces of the other students, all she saw was pity and loathing, with the occasional furtive glances.

And for the life of her, she couldn’t figure out why!

When they got back to the classroom, they decided to ask the one person who seemed to know–well–anything about their situation. And whyle they weren’t exactly happy with who it was, they had to talk to Chloé.

“You can’t be serious,“ Chloé said. “You’re that dense?“

“Hey, if all you’re going to do is mock us, we’ll leave.“ Alya threatened.

Chloé rolled her eyes. “Fine. The reason everyone hates you now is because you have literal targets on your back. Happy?”

“What?“ Max spluttered. “That makes no sense! Logically, we haven’t d–“

“Can it, robo-nerd. You know how in cheerleader movies, there re always the queens of the school?“

There was a murmuring of aggreement.

“Yeah, well, it’s not just in the movies, hon. Marinette’s been the head bitch in charge since sixth grade, and I guess she took pity on you and decided to be nice. She did a great job, too,“ Chloé added as an afterthought.

“But Marinette’s just…Marinette! She’s not like that!” Alya protested.

“You wanna know why I don’t like Dupain-Cheng? Because I’ve had to compete with her for the top spot for four years. And she’s won every single time.“ She turned on the group with a vicious smirk on her face. “But you…you’ve got it in for yourselves.“

Chloé flipped her hair and walked out, as it was evident no teacher would be showing up.

Alya and the rest were confused. On one hand…Marinette. On the other hand, Marinette. What were they to do?

Apologize? Nah.

                                                        - 👑 -

Marinette walked into the empty classroom with a cold expression on her face.

“Dupain-Cheng,“ she heard distinctly, from somewhere inside the dusty area. She flipped on the lights.

“Quit it, Chlo. You don’t have to pretend to hate me anymore.“ Chloé heaved a sign and flopped onto one of the tables.

“Good. It was exhausting pretending I was such a tyrant! Have any food to help me regain my energy?“

Marinette rolled her eyes and tossed a plastic baggie of macarons in Chloé’s direction. They hit her face and she gasped dramatically. “How could this have happened to someone as majestic as I?”

“So can I have the cookies back?“

“Not a chance.“ Chloé stuck out her tongue and started munching on the treats, shrugging when Marinette glared at her playfully. “What? You gave them to me.“

Marinette sighed and laid out a map of the school.

“Here’s the plan. First, we wait for them to think what you said was just a joke.“ She moved a group of variously colored pom-poms across the map, onto where Bustier’s class was.

“And since we transferred to a different class, they’ll have a false sense of security,“ Chloé finished, catching on. “And once they think they’re in the clear, we pick them off one by one.“

“Exactly!“ Marinette beamed. “Since we’re saving Lie-la for last, let’s start with the second-worst offender.“

“Adrien.“ they said simultaneously.

Marinette pulled a white pom-pom out of the group and placed it next to a pink one and a yellow one. “I’m thinking something involving Chat.”

“Maybe ‘Ladybug’ makes a public declaration of love for Marinette Dupain-Cheng?“ Chloé suggested, wiggling her eyebrows.

“No way, Chloé!“

Chloé made a humph noise and rested her head on the desk. “Then I got nothin’.”

“No, I was thinking something along the lines of a ‘hey, Chat, do you have that one person that you’ll hate forever and ever? Mine’s Adrien Agreste’ type of scenario.“

Chloé bolted up. “That just might work!”

And today I want to rant about alya decision and her credibility as a reporter

So really! chloe is labybug. Like what the heck in origins ladybug was seen rescuing chloe so how she came to that decision is beyond me

In ladybug when she was trying to be a detective it was clear that either marinette was lying or lila like lila accused marinette of pushing her down the stairs!! but noooo it's "innocent until proven guilty"

Jagged stone having a cat like come on anyone can prove otherwise with a single Google research.

She calls herself ladybug's biggest fan and later believes that she can cure diseases which are not because of akumas like if that was possible then what was the need of hospitals!!!!