WARNING: This story contains robbery and mentions of rape.

I tried making this a one shot but I just couldn't. To much detail would be gone that way. So I present to you chapter one of Miraculous Robbery. Please review and all that stuff and I will see you all in chapter two. Also a big thanks to my beta Wazzupbroski for beta reading this for me.

Enjoy

- Miraculous Potterhead ^-^

Marinette hurried her way through the streets. After school, she had gone to her best friend's house so they could do their homework together. Once they finished their project, it was almost dark. Marinette's mother called, asking if she could possibly pick up some supplies for the bakery since it wasn't too far from the route from Alya's house.

The young girl made her way through the streets, her arms full of the bakery's supplies. The sky began to grow darker as the sun silently slipped out of view. Suddenly, the quick footsteps behind her began to hasten in her direction. The black haired girl grew anxious and sped up her pace as well. Her fears were solidified when the other pair of footsteps quickened even further. Marinette's fear began to overwhelm her, and she sprinted forwards, desperately clutching at the supplies. To no avail, a large hand harshly grabbed her arm, twisting it against her back. The sharp blade of a knife glinted before her eyes before moving towards her throat.

A low, gravelly voice hissed "Don't scream, pretty lady." A series on quick nudges and pressing of the blade moved her into a dark alley. Marinette couldn't suppress her fear any longer and began to fight against the hold of her attacker. Her actions only resulted in the man's even tighter grip and a stinging arm. She then was shoved against a wall, where her fear, anger, and panic soon bubbled up.

Marinette squeaked "What do you want from me?"

The man chuckled mockingly. "Just hand over 'yer stuff, missy, and if you obey me, then maybe I'll let you go." He paused, sending chills down Marinette's spine. "If you don't, I'll have to punish you, and we wouldn't want that, now, would we?" The thief threatened. Hesitantly, she left go of the bakery's supplies, the thud of the box resounding around her. She mused 'My parents are not going to be happy about the loss of this expensive equipment, but I know they care more about me than about some stupid order.'

However, it only just occurred to her that she also had her purse slung around her waist, with Tikki and her earrings inside.

Great. The robber noticed it as well.

Pressing his knife against her throat, he whispered in her ear "Do you want me to punish you? I said to hand me all your valuables. That means your bag and any jewelry, too."

Marinette, still pinned against the wall and unable to move, realized how big of a problem this was. She was unable to defend herself and was beginning to pray for anyone to pass by and help her. But no one did. No one, not even Chat Noir or the police. She was all alone.

"No. I will not." Marinette answered after a few seconds of silence.

"Are we being rebellious here, missy?" the man asked, trying to push his leg between hers, causing the girl to instinctively panic. She didn't want to be attacked this way, there way no way in hell that she was going to give up her miraculous without a fight.

"I am not giving you those. They are precious to me." The girl coolly replied, letting a bit of her Ladybug persona slip through.

The attacker angrily spat at her, hitting her on the side of her face with the blunt edge of the knife.

Marinette screamed in pain, causing the robber to rush his hand over her mouth. She instinctively bit his hand. Now, he was the one screaming in pain. However, he did manage to hit her on the head, causing her to become unconscious for a few minutes.

After a bit, she woke up. It took her a few seconds to realize where she was and what had happened. She noticed that she was missing her Miraculous and her purse containing Tikki. She started panicking instantly about Tikki and how to go about saving Paris.

"What if someone gets akumatized now? How is Tikki doing? Where is this robber?" A few moments later she snapped out of it. She took a few deep breathes. When she calmed down a little she stared to make a list in her head about

A few moments later, she snapped out of it. She took a few deep breaths. When she calmed down a little, she started to make a list in her head of what needed to be done.

"I need to go home, contact Chat, and get my miraculous back." She mumbled to herself "But I don't want him to know my identity yet. We've been partners for over a year now, and I trust him with my life, but still..."

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When Marinette arrived home, her parents were sick with worry about her well-being. They tended to the bruises on her cheek with care and gave their daughter time to compose herself. Marinette told them everything except for the part about her earrings being Miraculous and the content of her little purse being a little fairy god.

Out of desperation, Marinette asked her parents "What if you were playing an online game, where you are very good at it and people love watching you play that game. They can just search for your username and see your avatar playing every day. Also, you have a partner, another player who is your team mate. One day, you lose your password, and you can't get in the game whatsoever. You do know the others person's username, but you don't know who they are in real life. The only reason why this is important is because the both of you agreed to never tell each other who you are, just in case you happened to know each other in real life and it would change your friendship. How would you contact your partner to tell him, that you won't be able to play until you found your password again?"

"That's a very odd question to ask, my dear." her mother replied.

Marinette's father was quiet for a moment, but then responded "Hmm, if you are so popular, then I can assume there is some kind of fan page dedicated to you or your partner. Maybe you can send him a coded message through that?"

'That could work, but how can I make a code only he can break and not some kind of fangirl or fanboy?' she thought to herself. She turned towards her parents. "Thank you, that has helped me so much. I think I am going upstairs and go to bed. I'm quite tired right now and need sleep."

"Good night, my dear. Please, just know you can tell us anything." Her mother reassured. Her father gave her a bone-crushing hug