Hi, I hope youāre having a good day! I was wondering if you could you please do a sibling timinette? Tim being older by maybe 4 years and they somehow get separated until something happens were they meet again? Thank you so much!
I donāt know if this is what you had in mind I might add to it later, or if someone else wants to go for it
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Marinette was 8 years old and her entire world changed. She knows her mother and father were far and away from
the best of parents. They would always dress her and her big brother up to go to these late parties, but they had to be seen never heard. They were living dolls to their parents made to serve everyone that nothing more than that. While at home her parents didnāt see them, they were raised by the maids, by people who couldn't even speak to them. It only reinforces Marinette's idea that she was a doll, a belonging, just something to a parade and show off like a bag.
When she was eight something miraculous happened. She and her big brother, Tim, were sneaking back down from the roof of the mansion well after midnight, they had sneaked up to watch the stars, but they were in Gotham. So you can't see the stars instead they watched the airplanes fly over the sky. They were coming back down and at the hall they separated.
Their parents wanted to keep them apart from one another. Their parents didnāt want them to interact. Because when kids get together they are loud, noisy, and infuriating. So they made sure to keep the two siblings as far away as possible from one another. That just meant they either did silent activities, an snuck out, a lot.
So she was making her way to her room when she heard two unknown voices. The voices each rang sweetly one like a flowing river, the other was like the wind over tall grass.
"I donāt think they are here." The windy voice spoke.
"They have to be here somewhere." The other responded.
Out of complete curiosity she went towards the two little voices, but what she couldnāt believe it. There in the middle of the hall she saw two little fairies. But they didnāt look like any fairy she knew from any story book. They actually look like little animals, one sheās pretty sure certain is a turtle the other almost looks like a little horse.
"What are you?" She couldn't help but ask.
The two fairies turned in midair and stared at her.
"Kaalki. Kaalki thereās a human child." The little turtle whispered
"I see that Wayzz, but." The horse flew up towards her. "I think she might be what weāre looking for."
"You canāt be serious oh I see."
"See what?"
"Come now." A swirl of blue light appeared in front of her and the two fairies flew behind her and began to push her trough it.
Granted she could stop walking at any point but she was curious. This is how she found herself in Tibet for the next six years.
There she met a lot of these little fairies in her time there, as well as learning sheās apparently what itās called A guardian, and she is supposed to guard these little fairies or as they call themselves Kwamii. she was taught by the only guardian left, Master Fu. And honestly she doesnāt mind it. This is a first time she has ever not had to be something other parents choosing. She has had fun for the first time in her entire life. But she is also extremely sad, because she knows she left her brother behind.
Sheās just always prayed that he was org, that heās happy, that her leaving didnāt make the i r parents mad and take it out on him. When she turned 13 she and Fu set off and ended up in a city called Paris.
And no matter how she looks at it the events that transpired wouldāve happened inevitably. Hawkmoth's rise, her becoming Ladybug and gaining the full title of guardian after Fu lost his memories. That Hawkmoth would be defeated and she would then travel around the world to bring balance. Itās almost ironic that the first place she was drawn to was Gotham.
The thing is that fate has a funny way of always getting in the way. Because the next thing she knows she is being requested as the designer for the Wayne family. Sure itās not as unbelievable as it may sound, given that sheās not only a highly requested designer for famous clients, but is also currently in Gotham. So she goes to Wayne Enterprises and was escorted all the way to the top floor.
She walks in and there in front of her is three men. She quickly recognizes Bruce Wayne and his youngest son who was just in the media, apparently Bruce had no idea he had an actual kid. As well as a boy from the coffee shop she ran into a few weeks ago, Marinette can always remember a face almost as well she can remember clothes.
"Hello Mr. Wayne I am Marinette Drake-Wang But you may community call me Nettie." She introduced herself.
"Itās a pleasure, Nettie, call me Bruce and these are two of my sons." He prompted.
"Damian Wayne." The youngest boy quickly announced barely looking towards her. The other one however kept just stare ing at her as if he was trying to figure out a puzzle. "TT. Last I checked itās rude to not introduce yourself Drake."
Her attention now flitted between the three people in front of her. The older boy seem to recognize Damian's words and quickly snapped out of his stupor, placed a smile on his face and himself to her. "Timothy Drake Wayne but you can call me Tim."
Now it was her turn to stare. Heās not the same chubby faced kid she remembers from when she was eight, but it couldnāt be a mere coincidence right. This man might actually be her big brother. "Huh." She settled on breathing lightly before clapping her hands. "Okay now, so letās start with completely updated measurements who wants to go first?"
Damian stepped up towards her something about just getting this over with and not wanting to deal with anything. Next was Bruce, leaving Tim last.
"Looks like youāre the last one up, Shutterbug, come on." She spoke without thinking, without turning or looking up. The moment there was no noise, no movement, she quickly turned around we
looked up shock clearly written on his face, but sheās pretty certain she had the same look on her face too.
"Maribug?" He seemed to double check.
"Oh my gosh, thank kwamii it is you. I'm going to silently die now." She covered her face and began to internally freak out while Bruce Wayne and Damian Wayne looked between the two. Tim was in after shock, staring at her, but he was as still as a statue.
"Wang?"was the first thing he finally spoke.
"It's a long story." She chuckled. "Wayne?"
"Long and complicated."
The two then proceeded to start laughing.
"Drake explain now." Damian commanded.
"Heās my brother/Sheās my sister." They both missing a second.
"Oh my God how long has it been?"
"I am pretty sure itās a good 10 years at least."
The rest of the appointment was mostly spent on what the hell happened that night and since, with a lot of sidestepping the truth because she couldnāt say anything about Kwamii and magical temples Tibet and all. And he could just say oh Iām one of the cities vigilantes either so it was an interesting reunion.
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