#sin ship

Sin Ship, Ch. 9

Sin Ship Archive

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“Wait,” Kim said. “Now we’re all just going to jump down Lila’s throat?”

“Maybe—” Rose began, her voice unsteady. “Maybe she just… saw someone she thought was Marinette?”

Lila glanced around, her eyes flicking from classmate to classmate. “Y-Yeah!” she said. “That must’ve been what happened!” Her gaze settled on Alya, and her eyes were pleading—they seemed almost honest. “I just… I made a mistake, please, don’t put that out—”

“A mistake,” Adrien said, and snorted. “A mistake.”

Lila’s head snapped to look at him, as did Alta’s camera.

“Lila Rossi,” Adrien said. “I talked to Ladybug about you. Do you want to know what she said?”

Lila stared at him, wide-eyed, and swallowed. “Adrien, you can’t honestly believe what she—”

“She told me you swore revenge on her the day you met,” Adrien said, cutting her off, and the entire class gasped. “She said—” He halted, looked at Marinette, and swallowed. “She said that she considers you to be her worst enemy. Not Hawkmoth.”

Lila stared at him, wide-eyed. “Adrien—you—you can’t honestly believe her—she wouldn’t—”

“Oh, this is so going on the blog,” Alya said, pulling her phone in close to her chest. She looked up at Lila. “Oh, don’t worry!” she chimed. “I’m sure one of your celebrity friends can dig you out of this hole, right?” She glanced at Marinette. “In fact… Mari, you should call Jagged Stone right now. Let him know his hero is in trouble.”

Marinette blinked at her, confused, then grinned devilishly and reached into her purse for her phone.

Lila’s face went dead white. “You—you have J-Jagged Stone’s phone number?” she whispered.

“Oh, yeah,” Alya said. “Didn’t we tell you?” Mari’s his—”

“Mari darling! How’s my favorite honorary niece doing?” The voice coming through the speakers was instantly recognizable to anyone who’d ever listened to music.

“Hi, Uncle Jagged!” Marinette said, holding her phone up on speaker. “Just wanted to ask how your cat was doing.”

“…Cat?” Jagged said. “Mari, have you been reading those gossip rags again? You know I’d never want a cat—‘cept for the kid, that suit’s wayyy rock and roll. Been allergic since I was a kid!”

Lila looked like she was gagging on her own tongue. The entire class, meanwhile, was staring at her in various states of shock and anger—they’d been betrayed, and they’d been tricked into betraying one of their own.

“We still on for brunch Saturday?” Jagged said.

“Of course!” Marinette chirped. “Got some new glove designs for you I think you’ll love.”

“Rock on.” The phone beeped, and the call ended.

Lila glared at Alya, her eyelid twitching. “I’m going to kill you,” she growled.

The butterfly passed through the glass of the window, trailing black sparks, and the entire class gasped in unison, backing away from Lila.

But the butterfly wasn’t going to her.

Ivan’s eyes lit up purple as the winged mask appeared over his face. “You made us hurt Marinette,” he said, his voice eerily quiet. “I think you should run.”

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Sin Ship, Pt. 3

Sin Ship Archive

Marinette had known there was no way Alya was going to drop the whole “Marinette’s crush writing porn of her” thing, but that didn’t stop her from hoping. Hoping that Alya would forget. Hoping that it wouldn’t come back up.

Some things are just too Miraculous to happen.

“Come on, girl!” Alya said. Class had let out, and they were looking at Adrien from across the school courtyard. “Yeah, it’s a weird way to find out, but he likes you! Gotta take advantage.”

Marinette sighed. “Alya, he doesn’t think of me like that,” she said. “He was probably just bored when he wrote it.” She’d never expected shy Adrien to be her Casanova of a partner, the one who flirted with anything that breathed (except Chloé and Lila). She was just another girl in his orbit, someone convenient to write about.

Alya stared blankly. “You and I were clearly not reading the same fics,” she said. “Did you not catch how loving Chat is to you in them? Boy has it bad.” She smirked. “Besides, you two are practically dating already, might as well seal the deal, right?”

“Alya!” Marinette hissed. “We’re not… what makes you think—that kiss was just because I was glad he wasn’t dead!”

Alya rolled her eyes. “A kiss like that? Pretty sure he’d have stood up even if he had been.” She grabbed Marinette’s shoulder. “Come on,” she said. “I know you want to reenact some of those scenes with Sunshine. What are you waiting for?”

“Alya!” Marinette hissed. “We are fifteen!”

“So?” Alya said. “You’re both fifteen. It’s not like it’s not legal.”

“I know I’d be down,” Adrien said from right behind them.

Marinette and Alya shrieked simultaneously, leaping backward—Marinette fell to the floor, or at least she nearly did, but Adrien caught her first. “Come on, Princess,” he whispered. “You’re sure you don’t want to play?”

“I’ll—leave you two alone!” Alya said, scampering off.

Marinette scowled at him, waiting for her heartbeat to slow. “You’re right,” she whispered, low enough that Alya couldn’t hear. “Ladrien is the sin ship.”

Adrien began to grin.

“The sin is murder,” Marinette hissed. “You’d better lock your window tonight.”