So... wow. Just, wow.
Ok, I had two day offs, sat down and started writing an akuma!Marinette fic idea I've had lingering around since Trouble in White and when Puppeteer first aired. I had finally thought of what to do with it, and over the course of my two day offs, I wound up getting seven chapters done.
The fic itself is getting close to be doing, I'm predicting a little over ten chapters total. Maybe about 15 at most? Roughly? So because of this, I say screw it, I'm going to go ahead and post this. I'm already almost done I don't know how or what happened or why chapters suddenly came pouring out but they did and this is almost done and might as well come out cause I'm too impatient and can't wait to share this.
Enjoy~
Marinette stood stock still, breathing hard as she stared down at the mess before, her body shaking from the excursion of racing through the school, trying to get there just in time but…
She had been too late.
There on the ground where the dolls.
Dolls that were going to be used for a project.
Damaged and ruined and…
She fell to her knees, shaking hands gathering up the bits of the Ladybug doll all torn apart, feeling the pieces slide past her fingers.
This wasn't a simple tear she could fix in a night.
This, this she'd have to do anew.
And Chat Noir, her Chat Noir doll hadn't even been spared. His bell had been ripped off, and the doll had been tossed away, the yellow fabric that made his hair soaking up spilled black paint and turning the soft color dark.
Shakily, she reached for him, grasping the tip of his arm and pulling him closer, leaving a black smear to follow the doll.
She closed her eyes, breathing in deep, trying to control the swirl of emotions going through her.
The rage.
The anger.
The sorrow.
The guilt.
The doubt.
Her frustration at her own stupidity.
She just couldn't help herself.
She couldn't keep quiet, couldn't let go.
She just had to make the liar aware that she knew her lies.
She should've just stayed away.
Just let go.
But she couldn't. And Lila caught on, and was aware that any move she made was going to be regarded with suspicion. Suspicion from the class president was the worse sort to have.
All she got from Lila as to why she did this, was that it was for her own protection.
No one will believe a broken leader.
A leader could not be if they had no support.
And Marinette was missing hers.
Alya's been drawn away, lingering at another girl's side.
Adrien she's seen less and less.
And more and more of her classmates were being lead away from her.
And now this. A group project with Chloe, where Marinette needed to bring the dolls. She had left them for a moment, and then they were gone. And now..
Marinette tightened her grip on the limb she held, like that was her actual partner. But it wasn't. He wasn't here. He hasn't been active for a few days now, stating he's been busy anytime he's called.
As this goes on, his words of missing her were sounding empty to her ears.
She took a shaky breath. "Wh-what do I do Ti-Tikki?"
But there was no answer.
Tikki was gone from her side, left in the classroom in Marinette's rush to save the dolls.
She tightened her grip on the doll's arm, shaking.
She wanted to lash out.
She wanted Lila to pay.
She wanted to get back.
But, she knew that doing that would just make it worse. It would truly shatter everything and no one would trust her. Lila won and she was breaking and…
She was tired.
She was so tired and so lost and so alone and…
"Poor, poor Princess, left alone and abandoned. With no one to care."
"No one?" she repeated, testing for the truth of the answer.
"No one," the voice confirmed, so sure. "But I can help you Princess Amour. You can have the one who truly loves you, and will never leave you."
There was a squeeze back at her hand, sharp claws gently resting over her knuckles. Surprised, she looked to her hand, seeing familiar ringless gloves lacing their fingers together, holding her hand just as tightly as she held his.
She slowly turned her gaze up, meeting gleaming green eyes peering back at her, full of love and devotion for her, green eyes she knew. And a face she knew, soft with reassurance and support.
And yet…
This, this was…
The hair seemed wrong, black with blond highlighting the bangs and the hair around his neck.
And there was no bell.
Just a pale silver scar on the suit where the bell should be.
This was…
This was her…
"Chevalier," she breathed, a name or title, she didn't know. "Mon Chevalier."
"Princess," he whispered, cupping her cheek, his claw sliding over the slope of her cheekbone.
"But this will come at a price."
She moved to say she accepts, that yes, she'll do anything, just to secure that he'll stay, that he'll be by her side forever.
And yet, she stopped.
She knew this price, didn't she?
She…
She…
Chevalier moved, encasing her in a hug, his dark form almost covering her from the view of the world. He whispered in her ear, "I accept, Hawk Moth."
Marinette closed her eyes and leaned into Chevalier's embrace as the darkness washed over her.
For some reason she felt tired.
And sad.
So very sad.