I had this idea not long after I had thought of possible names and personalities for the unknown kwamis. I had thought about waiting for s2 and meeting the kwamis then, but I really wanted to do my take on them, and play around with their interactions before the canon comes.

So this'll largely be another drabble, no idea on how long. Updates will vary.

And I would probably not expect any superheroes or big plots. We'll see though, but main focus is interactions on characters.

Enjoy!

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By taytei on tumblr!

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For as long as Marinette could remember, one of the life lessons she was taught was what comes around goes around.

Do ill, misery will haunt the bad doers.

Do good, and happiness will grace the do gooders in the most miraculous ways.

Personally, Marinette liked to think she does good. She always tries too, and does what she thinks is best. She may stumble here and there, but she does what she can. She helps when she can, support those that need it, and has always been generous and kind. And yet... despite her efforts, reality just loved to slap her in the face.

She spent all day yesterday perfecting a batch of cookies to share with the kids at school, in the mere hopes some will open up and be friends with her. And what does she do? She trips, sends those cookies flying into the street where they all got continuously ran over by cars.

Help a depressed man coping with a divorce feed pigeons with day old croissants; gets an evil eye from Officer Raincomprix and wound up adopted by a pigeon named Jacques, the "best friend" of Edgard, according to M Ramier. Would be so bad if Jacques didn't kinda poop everywhere... And steal her food...

Offers to help someone with tutoring, gets left behind and forgotten despite her help and effort.

Just try to be optimistic and she gets gum set on her seat by rich kids...

Marinette was really, starting to wonder about that proverb.

She's been positive. She's been helpful.

Where was her good luck?

Where was her break?

Why does all she get was no friends, a pigeon, and just, the worst luck in her life?

Why does she get that?

She tries, she does good.

She can't get a little break at least?

A friend?

A day of grace and peace?

Sighing loudly, Marinette walked heavily down the steps, listening to the rush of waves rolling in the Seine. Drooping, she flopped heavily on a bench, a tired pout on her lips. She just can't win, can she?

Sometimes she wonders, why does she bother?

Nothing was working out for her.

Nothing was getting better.

Maybe she should just-

Marinette jumped when a box was tossed into her lap, straight out the sky. Blinking wildly at the plain box tossed at her, she sat up, looking towards the street above. She could faintly see one fast moving car speeding away.

Long, long gone.

Frowning, she turned to the box, considering it.

Was this the universe's response to her exhausted wait for good karma?

...A very sucky one by looks of it.

Curious to see what was dropped in her lap, she cracked the lid open, half expecting not to find anything.

She didn't expect the seven wide eyes staring up at her.

Seven wide eyes of little, animal like fairies.

Marinette gaped down at them, her mind circuiting as she stared down at them. W-what was this?! What?!

"Well," a black one voices, green eyes curling in leery amusement at her open mouth gape.

The light green turtle like creature jerks, hissing, "Plagg-"

"Pardon my language," the black cat like creature spoke on, eyes locked on Marientte, "but looks like we're in deep shit."

"PLAGG!"

"What?"

"You do not curse!" the little turtle like being scolds, graciously offended.

A bee like being nods in agreement. "That is more of a human thing! And is beeneath us!"

The fox snorts. "I say it's pretty appropriate."

The bee growls. "Of course you would think so, Vixx."

A little red and black being drew near, followed by a butterfly like one. "Are you doing ok?" the red one asked, staring up at Marinette.

"She needs a minute," the butterfly declares.

A blue one closely followed them, offering Marinette a small smile. "Most humans outside Guardians don't take us well, but..."

"Juuno!" the turtle and bee cry.

He just turned to them, a knowing glint in his eye that had the two wincing, sparing a leery glance at the human girl still gaping above.

"You've got to be pulling my fuzz," the bee grumbled, buzzing angrily.

"It would be more of a hit than a miss," the butterfly said, turning to Marinette with a warm smile.

"I'm curious," the fox said, violet eyes gleaming.

"Don't care," Plagg, said.

"I like her," the red and black being said, antennas spinning about happily.

"No!" the turtle stressed, "We made an agreement. We-"

"This agreement got us in a musty, old box," the bee snaps.

The turtle sighs, "Beea, you are pushing my patience."

"I'm pushing your patience?! This whole century's pushing mine!"

Plagg scoffs, "How are you going to make it in the future centuries?"

"Perhaps I'll sting you to oblivion! At least, then, I know it'll be quiet!"

The butterfly pleads, "Please don't!"

The red snaps, "You lot aren't helping!" Turning to Marinette, she says, "I am so sorry about them."

As the bee rounds on the red, buzzing angry words, and the fox comments about how amusing this was, earning a scolding from the blue and green little creatures, and Marinette started to slowly close the box. They didn't notice yet. Maybe she could just leave it, pretend she never saw them. Go on with life.

Only for the sharp eyes of Plagg to lock onto her, very aware of what she was trying to do.

The other six go quiet, turning to stare up at her.

Squeaking in alarm, Marinette slammed the lid closed, shoved the box onto the bench and ran away.

Seven colorful heads peeked out of the lid, staring after her.

Growling softly, the red rounded on Plagg, she scolds, "Good job Plagg! You scared her away!"

"Hey!" Plagg snaps, "I doubt it was only me!"

"Please don't fight," the butterfly pleads, rubbing his head, "all this negativity is giving me a headache..."

Beea grumbles, "This century is giving me a headache."

"Everything gives you a headache," Vixx pipes in unhelpfully. Beea rounded on her, buzzing furiously at Vixx, snarling out her ire. Vixx mocked her, sticking out her tongue as she tossed Beea's words back at her. When the bee angrily charged, Vixx dove away, giggling gleefully as she danced around the bee. The others, except Plagg, quickly jumped in, trying to calm Beea before a real fight broke out.

Near them the turtle sighs tiredly. His shells seems to get heavier every century...