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The Fallen

Timothy Drake-Wayne. Wayne Enterprise's current co-ceo, tech genius and somehow Red Robin. Also currently sprawled across his mess of a bed, half asleep with a half finished coffee cup loosely held in one hand.

Guess he’d just have to add “Professional disaster in life” to his list of oh-so great achievements.

He could have become a doctor, Alfred would've said.

But it was too late now. It was to be left in the past, he’d become too old and-

Knock, knock, said the door.

“Master Timothy.”

He snuggled deeper into his blankets and gave of a noise of acknowledgment to give away his presence.

“I’m sure your blankets wouldn't despise you if you left for having breakfast.”

He groaned. “Maybe you're sure, but I'm not.” He mumbled bitterly, not one to dare speak against their family's only string of sanity.

He rolled his blanket over him and reluctantly slugged to the door in his best work style. Pretty impressive if you asked him.

Alfred opened the door having already guessed what he'd decided to do, he supposed. Alfred's lips twitched, trying not to break into a smile, he suspected.

Tim grinned. “Anything I can do for you, dearest Alfred?”

Alfred tilted his head downwards to look him in the eye, now no longer hiding a small smile. “Maybe wake up Miss Marinette as a favor to me, Master Timothy.”

Oh. Oh. Oho.

What exciting news.

“Anything for you Alfred.” Alfred's smile now turned into a sharp smirk.

“Even not skipping your breakfast?”

He averted his eyes. “I think beans snores are getting louder. I'd better wake her up soon.”

Tim didn't let Alfred speak another word, instead, rolling forward, forcing Alfred to take a step back.

And then he heard the snores. The one of a kind, Marinette only snores. And he jusy knew the door near him led to Marinette's. He grinned, maybe a bit more manically than he should've but never mind that now.

He pushed against her door and rolled his way in.

He took a deep breath.

“BEANIE.”

No response. He should've known.

“Adrien Agreste is waiting for you outside.”

She stirred. Aha! He had her all figured out, didn't he?

“He's in Paris, you coffee addict.” Her speech was slurred by sleep, and she showed no more signs of waking.

He rolled his eyes. “Look who's speaking.”

No response. Typical.

“I’m going to jump on you and make sure you feel all the weight of this ‘coffee addict’.”

“You can't do that wrapped in blankets.” She growled, snuggling into her blankets as if that would make him go away.

He didn't say anything. No, he couldn't say anything. Not when he was angling himself in the right direction for him to fall on her without messing his comfortable position.

Thump.

Marinette wheezed.

“Get.” She gasped. “Off.”

“What was that?” He asked like the innocent bastard he was, “You sound a little put of breath there, beanie.”

“You're not even that heavy.”

He pressed down harder. “What was that?”

“Why, you little-”

“I’m trying to sleep, you babies- oh. Oh. Oho.” They turned slowly to look at a smiling-too-much-right-now Jason.

And it wasn't surprising when the both of them were in sync as they said:

“Oh fuck.”

Jason's grin only widened at the declaration as he took a leap towards the two pour souls.

Now it was both him and beanie gasping for air. Not as fun to be on the receiving side.

“Jason, if I die, I will come back to haunt you.” Beanie grumbled, although it was barely comprehensible.

Jason pressed his weight on us harder. “Another thing crossed off my bucket list then, little pixie.”

“Jay, please spare me, you've already tried killing me enough times!” He was barely comprehensible too but it didn't matter. Not if we wanted to get out of this alive.

What was next? Someone else coming in and doing the same thing and the cycle never ending?

“I come to the mansion for one peaceful day and you ruin it first thing in the morn- oh.” He jinxed it. Oh boy. He jinxed it, didn't he? Why else would Dick show up right on sync with his thoughts?

“Oh. Oho.”

“DICK, NO-”

‘Twas too late.

Now it was three of them wheezing and coughing and gasping for air.

“Did you have to make three back flips as you came?” Jason asked for them both, being the only one with the energy to speak now.

“I'm a bat!” If he had to guess, Dick was grinning too much. “Of course I did!”

“What's with all this ruck-oh. Oh. Oho.”

“Please not again.” Nette pleaded weakly.

-2 minutes of instant karma later-

“This is all Tim’s fault.”

At this point he can't even guess who said it, but weak noises of agreements filled the room.

“It is,” He took another deep breath, “not my fault that-” Another hard breath, “-that all of you decided to stack up on us.”

“Well,” said Stephanie from the top (the lucky bat), “You're the only one agreeing to that here.”

“You can't blame me,” he snapped as best as he could with the limited breath, “For eight other people joining the stack. That's all on yourselves!”

The others above him- if he remembered correctly, Jason first, then Dick, Titus, Damian, Duke, Aunt Kate (Don't ask), Cass and Steph at the the top, all gave their own noisy protests.

“What's with all the screaming-?” Bruce's gruff voice came. “Oh.”

“Bruce, please, for once, don't.”

“Oh.”

“BRUCE.”

“Oho.”

“Maybe if we call him dad, he won't- OOF.” There went the rest of Stephanie's sentence. It'll be the only thing that'll be missed.

Marinette, poor Marinette, groaned from under. “All of you will wake up tomorrow with the worst morning and I'll make sure you do.”

And they did. All of them did. If the screams that erupted the next morning were anything to go by, of course.

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Happy New Year-

Jskdjdkskdkskskdksk, I may have vanished for a while *cough*months*cough* and will probably go vanishing for a little more while *cough*more months *cough*, but! For! Good! Reason!

Or maybe not but let's no go there-

This school year be kinda important academic wise so I be dedicating more time for that.

Ehe. Have this lil thing as a bye bye gift for now-

Wish y'all a better 2021 ٩(๑^w^๑)۶

Toodles (´∀｀)♡

#maribat #siblings #maybe a bit of #bio!dad bruce #GIVE ME FUN AND GOOD DAD BRUCE #DC YOU COWARDS #also give damian more animal friends #and tim more food probably-#oh and and #more flips to dick!!#OH AND PROPS TO US FOR BEING ON THE TOP SHIPS OF TUMBLR #JSKDJDKSKSKKD #having sibling is h a r d #believe me #i have 4 #been a long time since i wrote huh #im a liiil rough

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OK, OK. SO PLEASE BEAR WITH ME AS I SCREAM ABOUT THIS FIC-

THIS FIC IS JUST SO GODDAMN GOOD, I SWEAR. I COULD LITERALLY FEEL THE PAIN WHENEVER THEY WOULD JUST LOOK AT EACH AND NOT TALK AND WALK AWAY, OP MADE MY HEART ACHE GOR THESE TWO IDIOTS-

THE GOD DAMN WRITING AND HOW THEY JUST ENDED THIS CHAP, I CAN'T EVEN EXPLAIN MY AMAZEMENT, IVE FALLEN IN LOVE AND WOULD LIKE TO MAKE A MARRIAGE PROPOSAL THIS EXACT DAY-

PLEAAAAAASE TAG ME YOU WONDERFUL AUTHOR. I WANNA SEE HOW THEY REACT THEY'RE TOO CUTE INEEDTHEFLUFF-

of magical studies and caffeine

I spilled those Downy Fresh Protect pellets in my room by accident and now the entire thing smells sickly sweet hurray.

Masterlist ◈ Previous ◈ Next

Marinette doesn’t get much sleep that night. She lies on her bed, curtains drawn shut, and stares at the Muggle glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling that she helped Bridgette and Allegra install while Raven directed them from behind a massive star chart.

A single finger traces out all the constellations she knows as her mind whirs with today’s events.

She kissed Tim. Kissed her best friend. Locked lips with her best friend and enjoyed every moment of it.

It wasn’t like she hadn’t kissed anyone before. There was that brief period where she was with Adrien, but that was all a ruse. An attempt, on his part, to take advantage of her crush to get her to stop trying to expose Lila.

Kissing Tim had so much more feeling behind it. Kissing Adrien had always felt like she was kissing a robot, someone who was doing it not because he wanted to, but he had to.

Tim was… different. In the past, she’d noticed that Tim was attractive. How could he not be, with his intelligent blue eyes and ebony hair and a smile that made her want to melt-

Okay. Deep breaths, Marinette. You’re getting a little off-topic, here.

Anyways, Tim was beautiful. She’d noticed that. She’d seen the way other girls stared as he passed, the way they threw her jealous looks. She’d always shrugged it off, because it wasn’t like she was romantically interested in him.

Only, it turns out she was.

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#maribat #I CAN'T EXPRESS MYSELF PROPERLY #I JUST LOVE IT SO MUCH #I DON'T UNDERSTAND-

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of magical studies and caffeine

everyone: it’s the weekend! we can relax and get a break from school!

my teachers: hmm? a weekend, you say? with two days of no school? that’s great! you can handle even more homework then!

Masterlist ◈ Previous ◈ Next

Marinette wakes up in a large room filled with sunlight. The first thing she sees is Tim’s worried face.

“Marinette! You’re awake!” He exclaims. Marinette frowns.

“What happened? I just remember catching the Snitch, and then nothing.”

“Jason hit you in the back of the head with a Bludger.” Tim explains. “You got knocked out and fell off your broom, but Bart caught you. Doctor Thompkins fixed the crack in your skull, but she said you would have to wake up on your own.”

Tim looks adorable when he’s worried. Marinette thinks. Wait. What? It must be the hit to the head I took.

“Did we win?”

Tim laughs shakily. “You had a fracture in your skull and you’re worried about whether or not you won? You did successfully catch the Snitch before your fall, so everyone agreed it was a win for Ravenclaw.”

He suddenly remembers something. “You missed the Hogsmeade trip while you were out, so I brought you some saltwater taffy.” He hands her a box with the Honeydukes’ logo on it.

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#i see them #i SEE them #I CAN SEE THAT CONNECTION #PLEASE #FOR THE LOVE OF GOD #CONTINUE YOUR KISSING #I CANT #JSJDNSJSNSNSNSN

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of magical studies and caffeine

Another fic, Phi? Really?

Yes, really. I have no self-control.

It’s a Hogwarts AU, with a bit of inspiration taken from @bunathebunny because Mika’s Timari Hogwarts AU was amazing and I couldn’t help myself.

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“Dupain-Cheng, Marinette.” Professor Prince, Head of Gryffindor House, reads off her scroll, and Marinette walks to the stool, head held high. Her insides jitter with nervousness, but her hands are steady as she places the hat on her head.

Ooh, we have an interesting one. The hat muses. You have the bravery of a lion, the ambition of the snake, the loyalty of the badger and the intelligence of the eagle. Where would you like to go, young one?

I just want to get away from the drama of Beauxbatons, focus on my studies and start over. Whatever house works best for that. Marinette tells the hat.

If you’re sure… The hat says carefully. “RAVENCLAW!” It screams to the Great Hall.

Marinette places the hat back on the stool and walks to the blue and bronze-clad table. She sits down next to a dark-haired, blue-eyed boy and extends her hand. “Hello. I’m Marinette. I’m a fourth year student, I just transferred from Beauxbatons.”

The boy takes her hand with a firm grip. “Tim Drake. Also a fourth year. Nice to meet you.”

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#oh boy #ohhhhhhh boy #she f e l l #TIM WHERE ARE YOU #SAVE YOUR WIFE

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Timinette Shenanigans #4

Ehe. It's been so long since I've updated all my fics-

But yeah, I had a sudden attack of timinette ideas. Hehe. I've got such great fluff plans for the future chapters-

(Reminder: These can be read as one shots too, I guess?)

First. Next.

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Tim stared at the note on his coffee mug incredulously.

The words, ‘You're getting a personal assistant. -Dad -B’, glared at him through the paper.

Just what was Bruce thinking?! Having a personal assistant meant having them take care of his schedule! And that meant the personal assistant would be prying into his every day activities! And that included their secret nightly activities! Which. Were. Supposed. To. Be. Secret.

Extra emphasis on secret.

He groaned. Maybe, he thought through his misery, just maybe, it was Damian being Damian and not Bruce that was behind the note?

His phone rang and he leaned over slightly to conclude his decision of either cutting off the call or accepting it kindly.

He brightened considerably, easily choosing the latter.

“Beanie! My stress relief!” He exclaimed, almost automatically relaxing. “You won't believe the audacity of the world to still be trying to get me!”

“Oh? I won't?” She chuckled from the other side. “I’d like to see you even try.”

She sure was happy today, he noticed. “Are you sure it’s wise to challenge me, little lady?” And she sure was keen on spreading her happiness to him without doing anything.

“Are you sure it's wise to be so cocky about a challenge you're going to lose, Timbers?” He grinned at their playful banter, having the luxury of momentarily forgetting his previous dilemma.

“You'd be at a complete loss of words if you even heard half of the unfortunate things that's happened to me.” He was rolling around in his chair by now. “You'd be at my feet, begging for me to stop with my tales.”

“We’ll see who's going to be begging soon enough.” She huffed, stubbornly. He could practically imagine her pouting with her arms crossed in defiance. He stopped his rather impressive chair rolling at the windows.

“Soon..?” He frowned. “Our ten minute coffee meet isn't for another two hours.”

She sighed disappointingly. “Our ten minute coffee meet.” He noted the slight dissatisfaction in her tone. “Isn't it depressing? Having so little time to meet each other?”

He slumped against his chair, lazily eyeing the people moving about from below. “Yeah.” He sighed in agreement. “My hectic schedule does give me more headaches. And a longing to see you every minute.”

Maybe having a personal assistant wouldn't be too bad. That is, if they could make time for him to meet her.

“Exactly!” She exclaimed. “It's no good for you health! Both mental and physical!” She chided, her worry spreading through her voice. It was...nice. Knowing she cared so much.

“It feels like there's more to what you want to say.” His eyes narrowed suspiciously, before his eye caught sight of danger from below. Alerting security to escort Damian and his pets away from the building as he noticed them from behind the safety of his windows.

He heard a nervous chuckle. Oh, no. This gave off strange vibes. “About that.” She took a deep breath, as though preparing herself to meet the worst. “I think...”

He held his breath.

“…I'll tell you after you we check whether I believe the audacity of the world for still trying to get to you.”

He exhaled. “You just had to put me on the edge of my seat like that, didn't you?”

“I made it that far?!” He could hear the smug grin she was wearing. “A new record!”

He bit back the small smile creeping up on him. “For sure.” His eyes flitted back to the note stuck to his mug for a short second. “So, the thing is,”

“Is..?”

“I'm getting a personal assistant! ” He cried, devastated. “Imagine the horrors!”

The other end on the phone fell silent.

“Oh nooo.” She whispered sarcastically. “Oh, poor Timmy! He didn't even stand a chance against the world! I sure can't believe the audacity.”

“Oh, hush.” He grumbled. “You wouldn't understand the terror.” A lady in a dark red suit got out of her car. A new employee, he considered. Or worse, his personal assistant.

“I don't know, a personal assistant sounds pretty nice.” Weird, she sounded strangely defensive.

The lady in red stopped mid-way. Suspicious behavior. Maybe he should call security.

“Oh, and remember the thing I had to tell you?” He perked. “Well, it happens to be relatedtoyourpersonalassistant.”

“Wha-” The lady in red looked up, directing her gaze at him. He didn't know how, but he knew it was him she was looking at.

“I’m your personal assistant now, Tim.” Marinette's voice came. The lady in red waved, a phone in one hand. “A pleasure to meet you, Mr. Drake!”

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#maribat #timinette #timari #timinette shenanigans #PREPARE TO FACE MY FLUFFIEST OF FICS #HEHEHEHE

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HOW DID I NOT NOTICE THE WISH THINGY-

Ohmygodthisissogoodtho-

Make a Wish

I wanted to try writing a soulmate AU, and this was the result. It features romantic Jasonette (they’re around same age).

Summary: Marinette and Jason grow up thinking they don’t have a soulmate. After all, their bond is so subtle, they’ve never noticed it. But when they meet, it brings them closer than any other bond.

(I suck at summaries, excuse me.)

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Marinette grew up surrounded by love.

Her Maman and Papa worked seamlessly in the kitchen, already knowing what the other needed through their mental connection.

Alya’s hand occasionally brushing Nino’s, creating tiny sparks between them as they touched.

Luka tracing the snake tattoo on Adrien’s shoulder as the blonde poked at the cat on the former’s neck.

Chloe smiling softly as she read the sweet message Kagami wrote on the inside of her wrist.

She was surrounded by so many forms of love, of soulmates.

She mourned the fact that she didn’t have a someone she could call her own, someone she could grow to love.

Jason grew up surrounded by suffering

Homeless people on the streets, begging for money.

Children resorting to pick-pocketing and stealing, doing whatever it took to survive in a harsh world.

His own family, torn apart after his father left and his mother grew addicted to drugs. She died a few months in from overdose, leaving Jason by himself (though he was already used to that).

He remembers seeing couples happily moving through the safer parts of Gotham, some tied together by red strings of fate, others glowing as they touched.

He wondered if there was someone out their for him, someone who could take away all his suffering.

Fate twisted as the two children wished, with all their heart, for another that could complete them. It curled around the pair, and formed a soulmate bond unlike any other.

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#maribat #(/≧▽≦)/~┴┴

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C U T E

A short Daminette comic I made… the fact that they have nicknames for each other is just so cute 😭😭😭

#op refused to let Damian stay in denial #heh #maribat

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The boy is in L O V E. Notice the poor soul, Marinette. I got no patience.

YOU'VE GOT TO TAG ME. I LOVE THIS-

Maribat Fake Family Prompt pt.4

Part One | Part Two | Part Three | Part Four (here)

Marinette groaned as she and Chloe were forced to hear Lila’s conversation with the class from the back of the bus. The brunette was successfully painting Marinette in a bad light.

“I would have invited you guys to meet the Waynes sooner, but I didn’t want to impose on them like that! You all know how busy they are,” she sniffled. “I hope you can forgive me!” she cried as she burst into tears.

Alya rubbed her shoulders in a comforting manner, sending a heated glare in Marinette’s direction. “You don’t have to apologize, girl! You’re always considerate of other people’s time, unlike some people,” she snarled. “The only person who should be apologizing is Marinette, I bet she didn’t even know who the Waynes were until you talked about them!” Alya reassured the Italian girl, who smiled through her crocodile tears.

Chloe scoffed, turning her nose up. “How dense could they be? We saw them when we did our internships at Wayne Enterprises,” she pointed out. “And that was last week.”

Marinette patted the blonde’s shoulder placatingly. “They lost their brain cells when Lila came along,” she sighed. “At least after dinner they’ll understand that they’ve been lied to for the past couple years.”

The rest of the bus ride was uneventful, much to Marinette’s relief. As the bus finally pulled up to the front of the Manor, they were met by the Wayne brothers.

“Hello! Remember us?” Dick waved. “We met you guys last week at WE!”

As her class broke into whispers, trying to remember the four guys in front of them, Marinette cackled internally. Game on, she thought as she approached the boys.

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#maribat #this is the GOOD STUFF #(*๓´╰╯`๓)♡

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YOU'RE WRITING. JSJLDJLDNXKSNDC

THIS IS SUCH A GREAT SEQUEL. I LOVE IT SO MUCH I-

YOUR IDEA OF HAVING A LAZARUS PIT MARINETTE IS SO GOOD, AND THE DESCRIPTION-

The wait was so worth it. I hope you're doing well dealing with the emotional stuff. (๑•̀ᄇ•́)و ✧

This is a bit of a sequel that I had permission to write thank you @normal-piece-of-shit for letting me do this! I had some emotional stuff come up that’s why it took so long to write but without further ado the sequel to this Soulmate Au.

Greyscale.

Marinette awoke, which was odd.

She knew she died. She felt the sword go through her chest. She felt the hands of her murderer strip her of her earrings. She watched as her newly found soulmate watched her die and color fade away. She heard her murderer’s words as she died.

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#maribat #EEYEYEYEYEYEY #LOVE IT

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Innocence

Heh.

@jasonette-july-2k20

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“I DIDN'T EAT THE COOKIES, OK?” Marinette hit Jason on the head at his exclamation.

“I told you to let me do the talking!” She glared at him. Damian huffed.

“He. Is. Guilty.” Damian grit out. Dick, Stephanie, Duke and Tim nodded from their seats, all of them glaring at Jason with deep hate.

Marinette rolled her eyes. “Alfre- Your Honour.” The judge gave a small nod of acknowledgment. “Jason is innocent.”

The judge rose a questioning brow. “And does he swear on my cooking to tell the truth and nothing but the truth?”

She nudged Jason. He winced.

“I-” He wasn't helping her case, was he? “I swear!”

“Very well, then. You may start with your questioning, Miss Marinette.”

“Thank you.” She turned to face a seemingly seething Damian. “So, what you're telling us is that you'd come in the room to have one of Alfred's heavenly cookies? Damian nodded firmly. “And all the cookies were gone with only Jason in the room?”

“There weren't crumbs left either.” He grumbled.

“I see.” She nodded sympathetically. “And do you have proof?”

“Father can testify. He came in after me.”

“Oh?” She was on to something. At least, that's what her eyes had said. “And where is he now?”

“I don't know.”

“I bet the demon is lying just to get me in trouble.” Jason huffed. “Probably ate them all on his own.”

Marinette smacked him again.

“Right.” He muttered, annoyed, rubbing the back of his “You do the talking. I sit prettily.”

“Yes you do.” She hid a smile, ruffling his hair fondly.

Stephanie coughed, smirking slightly as Duke passed her what looked suspiciously like 20 bucks.

She jerked back, now keeping a slight distance between them. Jason pouted.

“W-well.” She stuttered. “Could someone call Bruce here?”

“All done.” Tim put down his phone, eyeing the 20 bucks Stephanie was showing off. “He’ll be here any moment now.”

The door clicked. Right on time too.

Bruce looked at everyone. “I was called for an emergency..?”

“Jason ate all the cookies.” The opposing side accused.

“Oh, for the love of guns!” Jason pinched the bridge of his nose, exasperated. “I did nOT-”

She held up a finger to his lips, effectively silencing him.

“Say, Bruce.” Her gaze turned ten times colder. “Can you tell me who ate the cookies?”

“I don't know.” She had to give it to Bruce. He had the best poker face.

“Oh. Ok.” She nodded, smiling pleasantly. “Thanks.”

The rest of them stared at her perplexed by her change in demeanour.

“Oh, and, don't you think Alfred's cookies today were absolutely heavenly?”

Bruce nodded. “They were the best.”

It was silent after that. Bruce's eyes widened.

“I see.” The judge nodded. “Take him away, then.”

And then everything broke loose. Bruce had been tackled to the ground.

“You've got to marry me.” Jason whispered from beside her.

“It sounds nice. Maybe I will.” She whispered, grinning.

Nobody else noticed Tim sneak out with Stephanie's- no, it was his now- his 20 bucks and a single cookie.

#maribat #jasonette july 2020 #jasonette

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Oh my god?? This is genius??? Damian' literally the most cunning piece of shit I've ever seen-

Tag me please! There's no way I can miss more of this heavenly fic-

The Great IKEA Game

Author’s Note: oh my gosh thank you so much everybody! Your response has been amazing! Tag list is still open at the moment!

Chapter 2: Disguises and Calling Cards

They skirted along the edges of the showroom. Damian explained his brothers were tech wizzes and would no doubt be watching the security cams if they already had access.

“Our first line of business is to mess up their ability to track us,” he said, taking out his phone, “we need to disable the cameras completely.”

Marinette blanched, could he disable the security cameras with his phone alone?

“We can’t do that! What about the rest of the customers? They need to be watched. And those cameras are used for safety.”

Damian rolled his eyes, “Great I’ve landed myself with a partner who had no sense of the bigger picture.”

Marinette huffed, “I do too. But we need to think of consequences. The security team will shut the system down and restart everything. Which leaves us at square one again.”

“Well I’m not hearing any ideas from you,” he snarled. Damian pointed to a small corridor out of the way. “Let’s go there until we figure out a plan.”

Squeezed between two displays, their chests inches apart from one another, Marinette realized how tall and muscular Damian was. He could easily command a room with his presence alone - her designer brain, constantly on as it was, nearly drooled. He’d make a superb model.

She shook those less than useful thoughts away.

He peered at her with a tilt to his head, a glint of curiosity in his eyes. “So... what’s a girl from Paris doing moving to the most dangerous city in America?”

“I thought that was Bludhaven.”

Damian rolled his eyes, “Depends on your definition of dangerous. I’ll take the drugs and gangs over the Joker any day of the week.”

She shrugged. “Gotham University has a good fashion and design program.”

“Other cities have better ones,” he responded quickly.

“I wanted a change of scenery.”

“Prettier cities exist which aren’t villain infested.”

Marinette didn’t know how to respond - Gotham had been her choice for a variety of reasons; mostly due to the intense negative energy hiding the draw of the Miraculous, but also a quieter, subtle pull drawing her to choose this city over her other options.

“I guess it was luck.”

“Bad luck, perhaps.”

She smiled. “I’m not one for having much bad luck.”

“I would say you do, your shopping trip has turned into a showdown between very competitive brothers. And you happened to get stuck with me.”

Marinette laughed. “I don’t consider that bad luck.” She dropped her voice to a tone she would use for flirting. For a reason she couldn’t place, this guy intrigued her and drew her in. Damian’s face turned a little red in the fluorescent light.

Marinette dragged her eyes over Damian again, watching his muscles even through the fabric of his shirt...

Oh...

She looked at what they were wearing - she was in a fluffy pink sweater with a long brown coat. He, in black slacks, black turtleneck and a black blazer. She surveyed the room beyond where they were hidden, and spotted a rack of clothes.

“How morally adverse are you to modifying products before we buy them?” She asked, a plan forming in her mind.

Damian startled at the change of conversation, but he scoffed in response to her question “Assume I have no morals.”

“Do you?”

“No, but winning trumps everything but murder today.”

“Are you open to murder other days?”

He raised an eyebrow. “The universe likes to tempt me.” His tone was joking, but the look in his eyes was like hardened steel. Marinette recognized that look well.

In Chloe’s eyes when Sabrina had been stabbed by an akuma.

In Adrian’s eyes when he realized his father was Hawkmoth.

In Kagami’s eyes when half of Paris had burned.

In Luka’s eyes when he had to restart the fight over and over and over again so they could have a chance at winning.

In her own eyes when faced with the well-being of an entire city besieged by a madman.

The creeping panic and anxiety which had been her constant companion since fourteen was ruthlessly squashed.

They had won.

That was what mattered.

“Fair enough,” she croaked. Damian peered at her quizzically, but she ignored him. “Can your brothers cross reference height and skin color to search for you, or are they searching for a person with your general look?”

“Well, Drake didn’t bring his computer; with only his phone, I don’t think he has that specific program available.”

Marinettte nodded, although she wondered why on earth they would have programs like that even on their computers. “Perfect, give me your jacket.”

He unbuttoned the blazer. “Why?”

“Because they’re looking for a tall boy in black. We’re about to become masters of disguise.” Marinette casually strolled out of their hiding place and over to the rack of clothes. She winced at the prices of the poorly made garments - highway robbery.

Taking what she thought she would need, she motioned for Daain to follow her to a corner showroom. She later out the clothing on a butcher block table.

“We’ll need to pay for this later.”

Damian shrugged. “I have it covered.”

Marinette protested but he reminded her they were running on borrowed time. Reluctantly shelving the argument, she opened her bag and brought out her travel sewing kit.

Less than ten minutes later - they had both ducked behind the table when a passing employee came by their display - they walked out with radically different clothes - and a hat and fake glasses for Damian.

“Why do you have these in your bag?” He said pushing the glasses up his nose.

Marinette remembered the times fans would mob Adrian in the streets and the increasingly convoluted lengths her and their friends would go through to disguise themselves. “You’d be surprised how many times they’ve come in handy. So, where to next?”

“We need to find something to mark our presence - a symbol my brothers would notice and figure out the fact they've missed us. Our calling card to frustrate them.” They weaved through the crowds ducking their heads anytime they thought they saw dark hair - as he informed her all his brothers had.

“You could write your name?”

“Too plebeian.”

Marinette thought for a moment, “Is there a shared memory they would recognize, something they would know was from you?” They stopped in front of a display of hand towels. Beautiful nature designs decorated the fabric. Damian stared at them thoughtfully before grabbing an armful.

“May I borrow those scissors of yours?”

“Sure?”

They settled in another display room, pink and delicate and covered in fairy lights - exactly what Marinette hoped her apartment would have looked like by the end of the week.

She ran her hand over the soft fabric of the couch she sat on, remembering the lonely chair which she had been using since she’d arrived in Gotham. Her skin tingled, and she looked up; Damian watched her in fascination, when he realized she had seen him, he looked like a deer caught in the headlights and quickly turned back to cutting out fabric, his cheeks and ears turning red. She smiled, he was cute.

“What are you doing?” She asked Damian, as he cut into the hand towels without blinking an eye.

“They’re covered in robins,” he told her, his voice a little scratchy. “This is Gotham.”

“Oh, that makes sense. Are you sure they’ll understand it though? It’s broad for a city that knows exactly who its’ heroes are.”

“First off, they’re vigilantes,” he said, not looking up. “Second they’ll definitely get it. We’ve had too many run-ins with them not to.”

“I thought people generally didn’t interact with them too much?” At least not unless you were a criminal, not for the first time since meeting Damian, Marinette wondered who exactly she had teamed herself up with.

“My family’s a bit... special,” Damian said sneering, fully over his earlier embarrassment. He finished cutting out the last robin. He handed her the cut outs and swept the scrap fabric into his hands. “Place one here in full view, and I’ll find a place to dispose of these.”

He walked out of the room.

Marinette sighed and tacked the fabric robin to the couch she’d been sitting on. She glanced around the room and tried picking out different pieces she liked, she’d have to see if any of the thrift shops near her house had anything similar to it - the prices for even the small items were way too expensive.

“Trying to shop?” Asked Damian coming back into the display room.

“Nah, I’ll have to come back on a different day. Besides it’s too expensive anyway. I was mostly here for inspiration anyway.” She ran her fingers over the fluffy couch. “Pity though, it’s a nice couch.”

Ducking out of the room, she expected Damian to follow her, but when she looked behind her he still stood in the room with his phone out.

“Come on we need to go - they’ll be on our trail soon.”

He clicked his phone off, with a small genuine smile on his face, the first she’d seen from him. “Alright, I’m coming.” Marinette put the tiny little exchange out of her mind, as they headed deeper into the store. Intent on winning, whatever the cost.

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The shenanigans. Oh my god, so much chaos-

You have got to tag me! This is the best thing I've read-

The Great IKEA Game

Chapter 1 - Meet the Players

It was halfway between the bedding and lights sections where Marinette’s life changed forever.

Marinette never would have realized it if she hadn’t ducked into a showroom to test out a couch. But there he was, hiding behind a desk looking for all the world as if he were plotting world domination, or someone’s demise.

“Are… are you ok-”

“Shhh!” his green eyes narrowed, and boy, Marinette had been on the receiving end of some death glares before, but this one had to take the cake.

“Sorry,” she whispered.

The teen, no young adult, he had to be about her age, rolled his eyes. “Do you see a group of dark haired obnoxious idiots out there?” he asked.

Marinette looked out to the hallway but didn’t see anyone fitting his description. She shook her head.

“My idiot brothers dragged me along for a, “family bonding experience”. Tt. I’ve successfully avoided them for an hour. Didn’t know when the coast would be clear.” He rose gracefully from the ground, looking all the more like a prince, rather than a crazy person hiding from his family.

It was absurd.

Marinette found herself instantly amused.

“I have some friends like that, I totally get it,” she said, thinking how Adrian was going to be beside himself when she told him the story later. The pang of loneliness that had been present since she’d left her best friend in Paris, for college in America re-emerged. She shook her head of the maudlin thoughts.

The kwamiis would have had a field day with this idea too, thankfully she had left them in her severely under furnished apartment for the day.

Marinette looked back out at the hallway again, finding herself invested in what was going to happen. “What are you going to do now?”

“Well, Drake has the keys, and those idiots will be at their shenanigans till the store closes, so…” he shrugged.

“Are they like… furnishing a whole house?” Marinette didn’t know how you could spend an entire day here. I mean sure, it was big, but…

“No. We’re engaged in a no holds barred game of hide and seek.” Marinette’s mouth dropped open. “If one of them catches me I become the seeker.”

“Why?”

He smirked, “Because I’ve held out the longest.”

“So, you’re just going to hide in this showroom till the store closes?”

A devious smile spread across the man’s handsome features. “No. I intend to troll them.”

It was at that moment that she had crossed the point of no return, not that Marinette knew it yet.

Throwing away any idea of finishing her shopping today she returned his smirk. “Any chance I could join you in your crusade?”

The guy looked her over suspiciously. “Why should I allow a stranger to join me and potentially ruin my chances at victory?”

Marinette thought for a moment. “Well, your brothers know you well?” He nodded. “Then they likely know what you’ll do in order to avoid and troll them. You need a fresh perspective. Plus I can operate out in the open, I’m not officially a part of the game.”

“Hmm... “ his face was impassive and Marinette couldn’t tell what he was thinking. “You make some good points, but I’m not fully convinced.”

Marinette huffed, “I also grew up in Paris without being akumatized.”

He looked at her oddly. “What the hell does that mean?”

“Paris had a terroist for five years that turned people into monsterized versions of themselves if they felt negative feelings. They were called Akuamas. Everyone in my class had it happen to them at least once. More for some particularly loose canons.”

The guy looked bewildered. “Why didn’t anyone hear about this?”

Marinette shrugged, trying to play off her knowledge as what a normal civilian would know. “Combination of corrupt politicians, social media blackouts, and magic. People died during these attacks but everything was put to right at the end of every fight due to the superheroes powers.”

His mouth dropped, but he recovered quickly looking contemplative. “I want to know more about this at a later time, but if what you say is true you can control yourself better than the average peon. But my brothers and I are a combination of street orphans, circus brats, gymnastics freaks and geniuses - are you sure you can keep up?”

Marinette nearly laughed at his description, but managed to keep a straight face. “Positive.”

“Alright.” He offered her his hand. “I’m Damian.”

She took it, feeling a slight shock as her fingers touched his. “Marinette, nice to meet you Damian.”

“You won’t be saying that soon enough,” he said with a slight smirk. He looked over her shoulder. “Shit.” He dove beneath the desk he’d been hiding behind earlier. “Tall guy with the white streak in his hair.” Marinette turned to look. “Don’t make it too obvious,” he hissed.

Marinette grabbed her phone and leaned against the desk. With small side glances she looked and saw a man probably mid to late twenties with two toned hair. He was wearing a leather jacket and seemed to be searching for something, or someone.

“Who’s that?” she asked quietly.

“Second oldest brother, Jason Todd - arguably the most and least dangerous.”

“Why both?”

“He did not want to particpate initially, so he’s reluctant. But at the same time losing is not something he likes to do, so he’ll hang on to the bitter end. More resourceful than the other two, and more violent, although less sophisticated.”

Jason moved closer to their show room.

“Hush, he’s headed this way,” she whispered. Damian remained quiet and Marinette tried to make herself look busy.

“Quick question miss?” Marinette looked up to see Jason standing at the entrance to the showroom.

“Oh, uh, oui? Non, non, I mean yes?” Marinette slightly over exaggerated her accent, playing into oblivious tourist always came in handy.

“Oh French, shit, haven’t spoken that in a while,” he muttered. “Um...”

“Non, it iz okay, I speak English well. Can I help you?” She batted her eyes just a bit. Marinette had long since grown from the days of not using all her advantages - curtesy of some forced confidence from Chole. A friendship no one had seen coming, but that had grown quick and strong once an understanding had been reached.

“Oh, I’m looking for my little brother, about yay high, black hair, green eyes, permanent scowl. Have you seen him?”

Marinette pretended to think for a second. “Non... I do not theenk so, perhaps help desk at zee front?”

“Yeah, maybe” Jason said, Marinette could see he had already written her off as useless. “Thanks, anyway.” He walked away quickly.

There was a minute of silence. “Coast is clear,” said Marinette.

Damian popped up, a gleam in his eyes. “Your lying skills are adequate, we may just win this yet.”

“I’m glad to meet such high approval, monsieur. Let’s get going.”

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Oh. My. God.

This!

Chaotic Marinette is best Marinette. I just love this whole thing so much-

A Discowing at the Wayne Gala

Summary: Getting Jason to go to the Wayne Gala each year was more difficult than putting the Joker away in Arkham; he insisted the part was full of pretentious, rich social climbers who were horribly boring. As it turned out, all he really needed to persuade him was an upset, drunk girl rambling about how much she was going to deck her highschool enemies there to convince himself that he’d be in for a great show. (AKA the extremely chaotic and nonsensical salt/crack fic)

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“I, Mar–” she hiccupped, “Marinette Dupain-Cheng solemnly swear to rip Lila a new one with Discowing’s godawful costume.”

“You say it girl!” called some random person from across the bar.

“I will–” another hiccup “–use Batman’s Batmobile to run over Kim. And slam Red Hood’s ugly ass helmet onto Adrien’s stupid face.”

“Better yet,” Marinette pounded the table, “I will use their stupid utility belts to dismantle Gabriel’s empire. Somebody give me a yeah!”

“Yeah!”

All in all, the sight wasn’t that atypical for a bar in Gotham, if it weren’t for the fact that Marinette Dupain-Cheng was barely five feet, wore pigtails, and knocked five men on their asses when they tried to approach her.

“Take that, Hawkass,” she hissed. “Think you can pull a fast one on me when I’m drunk, do you? Well I’ve got news for you!”

Her words slurred together, and she leaned on the bar for support. “When I get my way, you’re going to be tied up into a pretzel and dumped into a volcano, then the tundra and then we’ll see how you like your stupid little jewlery touched.”

“Dupain-Cheng,” her blonde companion hissed. “Get yourself together. We don’t need another one of your breakdowns now. You know we’re going to be busy tomorrow night, and I don’t want to deal with you completely hung over all throughout the gala.”

“Aww,” Marinette squished her cheek onto Chloe’s “You know you love me.”

“Yes, yes, but I’m not going to tolerate this bullshit. If you want to make good on your plans, you need to be in tip top shape.”

“Ughhhh, why are they even invited to the stupid gala? It’s not even like they’re rich! Oh wait, I guess they are…” Marinette pressed her face to the bar, which was undoubtedly dirty. She reveled in it’s coolness, brushing her bangs out of her face. “And why do you have to be right? I guess I have to stop drinking if I want to make any of my plans work.”

“Your plans will work, hungover or not. It’s just a question of how much you’ll be able to enjoy them. I don’t want you complaining for months after the fact that you don’t remember half of what happened.”

“I guess you’re right. Revenge is a dish best served cold, and I’m feeling a little too warm to ice them out.” Staggering, Marinette got to her feet. “Call an Uber?”

“It’s already here.”

“What made you change your mind?” Tim frowned at Jason, doubtful that he wasn’t going to cop out at the last second. He was sure that he was only putting on his suit as some sort of deliberate ploy to get out of the Gala. Truthfully, it wasn’t required that all of them attend the Gala, but it was one of the few events that brought together most of the Wayne family.

Jason ran a hand through his hair and smirked. “Let’s just say I’m expecting quite the show.”

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#aaaaAAAAHHHH #SO GOOD #I SWEAR #GO CHECK OUT THE AUTHOR'S OTHER FICS TOO-#THEYRE ALL AWESOME #maribat

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Fake Dating

These ideas always sound so much more nicer at midnight. (´-ι_-｀)

@jasonette-july-2k20

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“Quick!” Tim burst into hall, panic starting to eat at every in the room by the urgency in Tim’s voice. “Tell me what's better? Fake dating trope or having to be left in a near death situation for the feelings to come out trope?”

The Waynes relaxed.

“Why?” Dick asked, curiosity seeping into all parts of his face.

Tim stared at him, deadpan as he said what had to be said. “I'm playing matchmaker for Jason and Marinette.”

Amused eyes turned to him, every bit of their attention now on the dead looking man.

“Why?” Dick asked yet again, but this time with exhaustion filling every inch of him.

“I’m bored.”

Dick let out a sigh, before letting a weak grin show. “The fake dating trope, obviously.”

“Tt.” Damian scoffed at the choice. “The fake dating trope is always so exhausting to watch. The mere amount of time it takes is enough to be considered a lifetime.” Dick gasped, taking full offense. “I’d choose the near death situation.”

A bold answer.

“Wait.” Stephanie held up a hand. “You’d be willing to create a near death situation even if there's a possibility of it going wrong?” Tim nodded.

She grinned. “Heck yes!” Her grinned widened. “But I’d still choose the fake dating trope. It's so much more interesting.”

Damian sent a glare her away, silently directing a “Pathetic” at her.

“But the near death situation would bring out so much of their feelings all in one go!” Duke interrupted, arms crossed in firm stubbornness. “The risk would be worth it.”

“Well.” Tim’s eyes jumped through everyone. “We need one more vote to settle things.”

All eyes turned to the only remaining member in the room.

“Well, B?” Bruce winced. He'd been noticed. “What do you say?”

The harsh force of everyone's threatening gazes made him sweat.

“Do I have to-”

“Yes!” The loud, unified reply burst.

Bruce sighed. “F-fake dating trope?” Groans erupted from those who were against this exact situation. Damn you, Bruce!

“How are you even going to work this out?” Duke pondered aloud.

Tim grinned. “I’m going to make Jason go viral.”

Jason burst in.

“Just why have I gone viral?!” Loud thundering footsteps from outside were heard loud and clear.

Tim shrugged. Others looked away.

“Which one of you made it so that this army of fan girls would chase me..?” His gaze landed on Dick. “Is this one of your family ploys?”

Dick shifted in place. Tim sweat. Dick moved to answer-

“Why is there an army outside the manor?”

Their saviour! Marinette had come to save them from Dick’s need to spill everything!

“Oh, thank batman you're here, Nette!” Dick chirped out. Ah, shit. This was going wrong. “You should pretend to be dating Jason to drive those fan girls away!”

Marinette stared at Dick with clear scrutiny. “And he can't pretend to date anyone else here because..?”

Jason gasped, suddenly looking all offended. “Am I that bad a candidate for dating?” Marinette groaned.

“No, no!” She grimaced. “This just feels fishy!”

“So you're really that against the idea of dating me?” Jason brought a hand to his chest, slumping in fake disappointment. “Oh, woe is me.”

She huffed, now annoyed. “I won't. So what?”

Tim cursed. Damian and Duke shared a silent grin.

Looks like he’d have to take out plan B. Tim eyed Damian and Duke. Anything to knock those smug grins off their faces.

Tim pushed Dick behind a wall. “Oh no!” The two targets turned to look at the offender who dared interrupt their bickering. “Looks like Dick's trying to play peacemaker again! Is that the gates opening that I see?”

Jason flinched, panic filling his face for everyone to see. “Pixie! You have got to save me!” His head checked all sides constantly, fearing what may appear from the shadows any minute.

“What? No!” Her resolve seemed to be breaking with every second she saw Jason fall into deep panic. “Why should I?” Her voice was weak now.

“I swear I'll make it up to you-”

Fast footsteps sounded. The others looked at Tim in confusion. Had he let them in? Tim shook his head, now looking slightly fearful.

“They're here!” Jason whispered, eyes wide.

Marinette hesitated. “Oh, screw it.” She grabbed his collar and pulled him into a fierce kiss.

The footsteps stopped short. The army stared in shock.

“Sorry, girls.” Marinette announced, pulling away from the kiss, leaving a dazed Jason standing. “This one's mine.”

Tim smirked. His plan had worked.

“Though, I could offer you our local CEO, Timothy, here.”

Correction. It had backfired.

#maribat #jasonette july 2020 #jasonette #never underestimate the power of newborn fangirls #especially the ones in Gotham-

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y'all: i love wearing baggy clothes that don't show my form and being completely shapeless!

also y'all: get uncomfortable around muslim women wearing an abaya/jilbab/other loose clothes that do the SAME THING

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Ohmygod-

Ilovethisomuchidontknowwhattosayisweartheyhavethedsamemind-

Will you Fake Date Me?

A bit of fun for the Jasonette July Fake Dating prompt. I think this was the first fic I actually completed.

“Explain this to me again,” Marinette said with slight exasperation as she stirred her coffee. She watched her friend, one of her best friends, run a hand through his hair looking slightly desperate and anxious. The fact that messing up his hair like that just made him even more attractive was utterly not fair. Wait, she was supposed to be annoyed not turned on. Stop Marinette, focus!

Jason sighed staring down at the coffee in front of him, “I need you to pretend to be my girlfriend for the upcoming Wayne gala. Bruce is forcing me go and I need some protection.”

“You need my protection?” she asked eyeing him suspiciously. He nodded, still looking intently at his coffee. “From?”

“Bruce, Alfred, attention seeking harpies looking for a meal ticket,” he listed off gruffly, “Dick.”

“Dick?” She raised a skeptical eyebrow.

“Dick,” he nodded. “He is positive I need to find a significant other. But, see, here’s the genius of the plan, if I have one already, he’ll stop trying to set me up with every single, roughly our age, mildly-attractive-in-Dick’s-eyes person he sees.”

“Just to be clear, you think pretending you have a girlfriend that Dick didn’t know about will get Dick to pester you less,” she deadpanned. “I’m still looking for the genius part of this plan.”

Jason opened his mouth then closed it quickly. She wasn’t wrong, but that wasn’t the point. Stupid logic. “Come on, don’t make me go to this thing alone. It’s going to be miserable and boring and annoying and it would be at least tolerable if you were there with me.”

“Wow you are selling it so well. When you put it that way, how could I resist such an amazing offer?” she scoffed and rolled her eyes taking a sip of her coffee. “Also, ‘tolerable’? When did you turn into Damian?”

This wasn’t working. He needed a different tactic, one he knew worked on her every time, “Please?” he begged asked in a very manly way, giving her the biggest puppy dog eyes he could manage.

Marinette looked at the puppy dog eyes warily. She could already feel herself giving in. Damn beautiful, gorgeous, big blue eyes she could get lost in. He knew she couldn’t resist his eyes. She needed to think of something quick or she was going to lose her dignity and pretend to date someone she really did want to date and she was not some fucking fanfic trope, even if it was one of her favorites. One of Jason’s favorites, too, if she remembered correctly. Even if it would be fun to “have to” spend even more time together, close together, touching and making out endlessly in order to sell the story.

Wait, she had a point… Right! She was not going to let her real life succumb to her and Jason’s favorite trope…

Jason’s favorite… trope

What. The. Fuck. That scruffy-looking, fic-loving, nerd-rat! He was playing her… but only if he liked her. So… he liked her? What!? When did that start!? Why weren’t they already dating!? He was sitting there playing games instead of kissing her! Bastard. He needed to stop playing games and act. They could be kissing right now!!

Okay, so maybe he hadn’t asked directly because he was afraid of how she would react. He wanted to keep their friendship and his dignity intact no matter what. Aww, that was so adorable. Still a nerd-rat, but an adorable one. It was going to take tact and finesse to help keep the fine balance Jason was walking.

“Jason, if you want to ask me out, ask me, you coward.” Finesse. To be fair to her efforts… screw the balance.

Jason stared at her mouth agape. Shit. This was not how this conversation was supposed to go. She was supposed to agree to go with him to the gala. He was supposed to show up wearing a dashing tux that would make her blush deep red and render her speechless. She was supposed to wear a beautiful dress that took his breath away and made his jaw drop, so any dress really, or anything… or nothing. No wait. That wasn’t a fantasy he had time to indulge in right now. If he started down that road…. What was he thinking about before? Oh right. “What?” He gurgled out. Eloquent. He knew words.

“We’ve both read enough fake dating fics to know how you think this ends.” She looked at him with narrowed eyes.

Jason considered his options for response and still keep his self-respect. He was Red Hood. He took down mob bosses, hell he was one for a long time. He could handle this little soft-hearted pixie. Surely.

His knee-jerk response to any situation was his patented emotional detachment. He didn’t care, not about this not about her. But that wouldn’t work with Marinette, especially if he wanted to get a date out of this. She knew he cared. Maybe she didn’t know how much he loved CARED! cared about her, but she knew the detachment was a mask. She’d certainly called him out on it enough.

He could play dumb. He was good at that. Damian always leapt at the chance to believe he was an idiot. Mari knew him better though and always trusted his insights into any situation because she trusted that he knew what he was talking about. She knew he was smarter than he liked people to think. She treated him like he was brilliant. Even if it wasn’t the same way Tim or Barbara were, he still had as much to contribute, as much value. She completely trusted him, even when she shouldn’t, giving him those eyes that melted him into a puddle. So that was out.

He could try to play her, a corollary of the Play Dumb approach, playing off of her weaknesses; her refusal to back down from a challenge, her anxiety, her willingness to believe the best in everyone, her need to help everyone around her, her soft heart, her creativity, her kindness, her intelligence, her wit, her bravery, her beauty, her… wait… what was… WEAKNESSES! Right. He’d already used his puppy dog eyes though. He could pull them out again and it might work, but… Fuck it. The direct approach then. Just be straight forward with her, sincere.

“What are you talking about?” Sincerity is vastly overrated.

She stared at him, mouth set in a thin line. He was still playing games. Fine. He wanted to play games? She could play, too. And just like every game she played with him, she would destroy him.

“I don’t know… I’m thinking about becoming a roommate with Roy and…” she gasped placing her hands on her cheeks, eyes and mouth wide open in shock. “…there might only be one bed,”

“The fuck you are,” Jason growled out under his breath before he could stop himself. He noticed the victorious grin and light blush that appeared on Marinette’s face at his outburst before she schooled her face again. He narrowed her eyes back at her. She was playing with him. She wasn’t walking away and she wasn’t saying ‘no’. That meant… she was interested too, right? She was interested and flirting with him. A small smirk spread across his face before he schooled his expression as well. Flirting he could do. “You better be careful or you might make me into an enemy, then when I get hurt I’ll have to come to you for comfort.”

Marinette drew in a breath “enemies to lovers, 10,000 word slow burn” she whispered in mock scandal nodding her head.

He chuckled at her and looked back into her eyes, “you didn’t say no, you know”.

“No” she said leaning back.

He stared at her for a second, his heart stumbling. Had he read this wrong?

“I will not fake date you. If you want a date, you can ask for one.”

She started to get up but Jason grabbed her hand gently “Will you go on a date with me, secret princess Marinette?” He said looking at her with soft eyes, smiling at her as a shy smile spread across her face.

“Yes, of course I will. I could never deny my soulmate.” She smiled wider. “But…” She paused hesitantly.

“But?” He asked nerves suddenly surfacing.

“But, where will we go? We’re already in a coffee shop…” she threw him a devastatingly wicked smile.

He groaned. This was his life now. He was never going to live this down.

Bonus:

“Come on, let’s get out of here.” He held her hand as they walked out of the coffee shop, reveling in finally being able to touch her for more than a few seconds at a time. He could feel her warm skin whenever he wanted.

“One thing though,” she started as they left the coffee shop.

He groaned again and threw his head back in mock exasperation, “Oh God, what? You worried about your found family?”

“Oooo, that’s a good one, but no. I was thinking,” she said suddenly a bit bashful, “that we don’t want anyone to suspect that we are just pretending to be dating, right?”

He eyed her suspiciously, “Right… because we’re not.”

“Right, but we don’t want Dick to keep pushing, so we want to make sure we look completely comfortable with each other, right?”

A happy grin spread across his face as he caught onto where she was going with this, “right, so we should maybe practice. Things like being close to each other, holding hands, hugging, touching, kissing…”

“Exactly,” she nodded, looking up at him through her eyelashes. “Just to make sure we completely convince Dick we are completely in love… so there’s no question.”

His hands cupped her cheeks as he stared into her eyes, “and I am” he whispered, lowering his head down to gently touch his lips to hers.

Slightly dirtier bonus:

“Oh God,” he said with sudden realization breaking the kiss.

“What?” Marinette asked concern edging into her expression.

“Am I the Alpha or the Omega in this relationship?”

She let out a loud laugh, wound her arms around his neck, and pulled him down for another more searing kiss. “Who said you had to choose? We can always switch.”

Thanks to @gajer-1226 for helping me figure out who share the one bed with.

And thanks to siderealSandman for teaching me what “switch” means.

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