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2021:16-Set Up
Several people from Paris, belonging to Bustier's former class, stood outside the Wayne Winter Ball. They walked in, no problem, but what shocked them the most was to see their old classmate, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, in attendance, as well. Marinette stood near the entrance in a small, silk pink dress with black lace.
"Marinette!" Rose hissed, in a whisper, "This is a party! Why are you wearing lingerie? You should be wearing a pretty dress!"
Mari began to laugh, "Well, hello to you, too. Rose, so innocent; I see you haven't changed a bit. This isn't lingerie or anything made for the bedroom. Besides, my lingerie is way more revealing then this."
A man with dark skin, slicked back hair, and Jade green eyes approached them. When he reached them, he placed a kiss on Marinette's cheek.
"I see you finally arrived, Angel." he spoke.
"Hello, Dami." Mari spoke, "Sorry, I'm late; busy night in the office."
He sighed, "Yes, Drake is late, as well. Father sent Todd to fetch him."
The man pulled back and eyed Marinette up and down, smirking, "You've outdone yourself again."
"Thank you." Marinette smiled.
"Would you care to dance, Habibiti?" the man questioned.
"Yes, My Love." answered the former Parisian.
"Wait!" shouted Nathaniel, "Who are you?"
"My name is Damian Wayne; I am Marinette's husband." he answered.
Everyone couldn't believe what they were hearing.
"You got married?" shouted Rose.
"Yeah." smiled Marinette, before looking at her husband.
They could all see the love in her eyes for the man next to her. It was almost like how she use to look at Adrien, but they could tell this was much more then that.
"When did you date?" questioned Juleka.
"I met my beloved on a trip to Paris, with my father." Damian spoke, "You were fifteen, weren't you?"
"Yes." Marinette answered, "And you were seventeen."
"I knew the moment I laid my eyes on her, I wouldn't let her out of my sight." he admitted, "She was a vision, head buried in a sketchbook, surrounded by roses."
Marinette blushed, "You are quite captivating yourself, you know. Popping up out of nowhere, with a rose, asking me if you could sit next to me."
He chuckled, "And you only cared about me dirtying my suit."
"It was Chanel!" Marinette growled at him.
"I didn't care." he stated.
She rolled her eyes, "Yeah. I know that now."
"Ah, yes." the Wayne heir smirked, "I believe you called me 'An idiot' and 'A fool' for soiling a designer's hard work.
Marinette squeaked as Damian lifted his wife into his arms.
"I lifted you up from the ground, " he continued, "and said 'If that were true, no one would have ever let you touch the ground again.' You have been My Angel, ever since."
Rose and Adrien cooed at the story, leaving the other feeling uncomfortable. They had long since believed that Marinette was still hung up over Adrien and had been since she was thirteen.
"Father." Damian spoke, setting Marinette down.
"Entertaining guests?" Bruce questioned, "Damian? Marinette?"
"These are old classmates of mine from Paris." she explained, "We were just telling them about how we met."
Bruce and Damian looked over the group. They knew what her classmates in Paris had put her through. What they were doing there, they had no idea.
"I wasn't aware you invited anyone." The head of the household stated.
"I didn't." Marinette answered, "You didn't invite them?"
"Where are your invitations?" Damian demanded.
"Invitations?" asked Mylene, "All Lila told us was that we had to say her name to get in."
"The doorman let us in." Nathaniel confirmed.
"Who?" Bruce asked with a frown.
"Lila Rossi." Rose spoke, glancing at Marinette.
"You remember her, Damian." smiled Sabrina, "You played here in Gotham with her, when you were five."
"My son lived with his mother, from birth until he was ten, in Africa. I had no knowledge of his existence until they showed up on my doorstep." Bruce declared, "But, that's old news for Gotham."
"Maybe it was one of your other children?" commented Ivan, hopefully.
"All of my other children were adopted over the age of seven. Richard is my oldest and I adopted him when he was eight, but I doubt that any of my children are the person this Lila is referring to. Richard is thirty-five and Damian is my youngest." Bruce stated, not amused.
The former class glanced at each other, warily. They weren't sure if to bring up anything else she said. Lila only told them about her realtionship with Damian Wayne, last week. Marinette couldn't have made them lie about Lila; she wasn't even there.
"Marinette," Bruce spoke, "do you think your old classmates will behave? They are dressed for the party."
Mari sighed, "So long as they don't bother the other guests and keep to themselves; I don't see why not. If they cause any issues, you are free to have security escort them out."
"Thanks, Marinette." they voiced, quickly going for a group hug.
As everyone stepped back, Adrien smiled and whispered, "I got my ticket from Tim. It was everyone else who came at Lila's word."
Mari smiled and walked away on Damian's arm.
The Parisians looked at each other and smiled, wickedly. They all pulled out their phones and began to take selfies, saying 'How lucky they were to have run into such a kind and amazing old classmate: Marinette Wayne.' They expressed how they had been told to mention a friend's name so they would be allowed in, since they claimed to know the Waynes. They had been, personally, told by Bruce Wayne how they never heard of anyone by that name.
The night only got better as right before the festivities ended, Damian and Marinette Wayne announced they were with child. Everyone was quick to celebrate and offer their congradulations. Soon the class was able to get ahold of Marinette and congratulated her. They began to ask if they could take pictures with her, for old time's sake.
Marinette looked visibly uncomfortable until Adrien walked up to her and whispered in her ear, "They want to rub it in Lila's face that you got them in and not her."
Marinette smiled, "Is that right? Well then, I'll gladly take all they pictures they want."
Damian came over, when he noticed his wife being the center of attention, by her old classmates.
"Modeling, Habibiti?" he questioned, pulling her into his arms.
Marinette brushed her lips against his ear and whispered, "Killing a fox's lies."
Damian smirked. He knew how much of a victory it was for her.
"Adrien, take a picture of us." he demanded.
Adrien held up his phone, as Damian pulled Mari into his arms and dipped her into a kiss, reminiscent of a wedding photo. The former model smiled and sent them the photo. He was quick to share the photo on his own social media: Congratulations to the happy couple on their first child! Here's to eight years of love!!!
Lila glared at the phone in her hands. Not only had those morons managed to get into the Wayne Winter Ball, but they had praised Marinette for getting them in. She recognized the subtle jabs thrown her way, hinting that they knew she was misleading them. To make matters worse, Marinette was married to Damian Wayne and was pregnant with his child.
Adrien had even posted how long they had been together, which destroyed all the work she had created by convincing Alya that the baker's daughter was just jealous of her. To top it off, Adrien went on to take a picture with Timothy Drake-Wayne and thanked him for the personal invite. Next, came a picture of him kissing Mari's cheek and how good it was to see his sister again, since they had been so busy with their schedules.
He had planned to let her fail. It had to have been a set up, since the moment she heard him speak about the ball. She never saw the hidden smile, when the attention turned away from him to her. She had fallen into his trap and she couldn't get out of it this time, not when so many people had changed sides. Not only that, but Marinette, Damian and Adrien were trending. It was only a matter of time until the rest of them saw it.
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For The Daminette December Prompt! Day 1: GRUMPY CAT!
The prompt is from @maribat-calendar-events so check it out!
(Let’s hope I’ll stick to it xD)
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Demons & Sunshine 1
Day 1: Fairytale / Grumpy Cat
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Mari's past based on this post
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Marinette has known, ever since she was little, that fairytales don’t exist.
At least not in the way most humans think they do.
Most people can’t see through the veil of mist that separates humans from the side of shadows, monsters, and magic.
She can.
She knows the world isn’t full of sunshine and rainbows, like most of the other little girls had grown up believing. No, she grew up in a world of shadows, in the world of magic. Meaning she is extremely skilled and proficient in magical arts, much to her father’s chagrin. And thanks to one nuisance of an apparition cough *DeadMan* cough her dad will never let her forget the only rule he has ever set for her.
If he’s told her once, he’s told her several times, don’t use magic around the Muggles. She read Harry Potter, turns out some of those spells are actually real, and started calling the majority of the populace Muggles. Most normal people think it’s cute and dismiss her thinking she is just a fan, and her dad is humoring her. She and her dad know different.
But that was besides the point, she is now 19 in an exchange program currently in Paris, France. And the only reason she was in France was because her university didn’t have Italy as an option this year.
She had met up with a few of the other students in her class to study. Their group would always reserve a study room in the library to go over shared classes, maths, sciences, language, and even toss ideas around for their personal subjects. Seeing that none of them were actually the same major.
She was always either the last or the first person to meet at the study room, today she was first. She got the key and just as she did Adrien walked up to her.
“Hey there Mari.” He waved and whispered matching her stride.
“Hey yourself pretty boy.” She teased him.
“So, do you know if Alya is bringing Nino and that other girl?”
“Dunno.” She shrugged, as she opened the door and set her things down. “Text her.”
He nodded but in that same moment her phone vibrated in her pocket.
Grumpy Cat: They are all insufferable.
Golden Retriever: It’s not like you are a ray of sunshine and totally easy to be around.
GC: Well that has nothing to do with making me miserable.
GR: From what I’ve heard that is what siblings do
¯\_(ツ)_/¯
GC: So, you are an only child?
GR: I'm starting to think you didn't always have brothers
GC: I never said that I had brothers.
GR: You didn't have to
GC: ...
How?
GR: It was a 50/50
Besides you confirmed it
"Hey girl who are you texting?" Alya walked into the study room followed by Nino and another girl.
"A friend from across the pond." She put her phone away and stood up. "Marinette." She extended her hand. "But everyone calls me Mari."
"Lila Rossi." The green-eyed, brown-haired girl answered shaking her hand. "Criminal Justice."
"Fashion and Business." She replied which prompted Adrien to introduce himself.
They fell into an easy rhythm. Almost as if Lila had always been there.
That after three hours they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.
There was a stretch of the catacombs she would regularly cut through, from campus to her apartment two miles away.
But one second, she was in the catacombs the next she had fallen though a portal. Landing on her hands and knees.
She stood up and started to dust herself off, rightfully, assuming who had opened the portal. “Ya know it’s easier if you call right?!” She still hasn’t looked up. “That’s why I have a phone.” Now she finally looked up and was standing face to face with the Justice League. Or at least quite a few of its members. “Bloody Hell!” She pinched herself before rubbing her temples.
“Constantine?” A woman she recognized as Zatanna asked.
“That is my name, Love.” Her sass on full display, she is her father's daughter after all. “And unless you need something I’m going. I don’t have time to stand around and chat.” A glyph appeared in her hand followed by a gate opening behind her.
“You are a Constantine, but you aren’t the Constantine we wanted here, so who are you really?” The big bad bat himself asked, but it sounded more like a statement.
“Figure that out on your own Batsy.” She dropped the gate spell and crossed her arms. “But I am Constantine.” She started to examine her nails. “Marinette Constantine, to be specific. So why the rush on needing my dad?" She questioned.
She then saw most of them, for lack of a better word, green screen before rebooting. Then the utter chaos that broke out would make Eris proud, as they either stared, yelled, or a combination of both. It got so loud that she couldn't even think properly.
"Are you kidding me?!" She sighed to herself, before she took off the ring she always wore. It extended into a staff, which she tapped on the ground twice. Her power surged sending out a small electric shock wave. "Shut up already." All eyes were on her, but this time it was quiet. "Yes, John Constantine is my father, so what. What do you need my dad for anyways?"
"A demon in Gotham took over a bat." Zatanna answered first.
"So, an exorcism?"
"It's Demon Spawn. He was born one." She heard from behind her. And seeing as it was nearly quiet the voice traveled. But she's heard that name, and that voice as well now that she thinks harder.
"You have to be kidding me!" She grumbled to herself as the bits and pieces formed the bigger picture. “Okay so do you want to give me any more information… Or should I just make this up as I go.”
“What do you mean by ‘just make this up’?” Another voice she couldn’t see spoke up.
“Well, an exorcism is based on the demon who is possessing the person, so each one is unique.” Oh, this was going to be fun, she thought to herself.
Fairytales don't exist.
At least not for Marinette, apparently.
But this, this is the start of something, at the very least.
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Grumpy Cat: Daminette December: Day 1
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"Goodbye, Damian!" Marinette kissed Damian, her cat, goodbye as she picked up her things and checked if Plagg was already in her bag. She’s bringing Plagg because she does not need him to cause chaos with her cat and the other kwamis inside her apartment. Plus, Tikki knows a lot of modern stuff and God knows how these kwamis need to know that, no, you don’t need to free the people inside the television because there are no people trapped inside the television, and she can’t trust Plagg with that.
Today is a Friday, her first day of school at Gotham Academy. She transferred there in the middle of the school year, which is a big hassle, but it was needed. For the sake of her sanity. Besides, the kwamis chose the city for some reason she doesn’t know. It was fluff. Fluff knows all.
It had been 9 months since Hawkmoth, who was revealed as Gabriel Agreste, Mayura, also known as Nathalie Sanceour, and of course, Lila Rossi, the liar that bitch who was found out to be assisting Hawkmoth, was defeated. She moved to Gotham City 2 months ago. Her parents didn't approve of her decision at first, knowing that Gotham is too dangerous. It took a lot of convincing but eventually, they agreed as long as she stays out of trouble. And her mother taught her some basic self-defense so she should be fine. Her cat, Damian, was a gift from Adrien before she moved to Gotham. He gave it to her saying something along the lines of "If you're feline lonely, just cuddle with this grumpy ball of fur and imagine that you're hugging me. You can even name him Kittydrien or Adricat!" She refused to name her cat after Adrien though and named him Damian.
She ran her way to the school, afraid that she might be late on her first day. They couldn’t have just extended her transfer to Monday. With how fast she was running, Marinette shouldn't have been surprised that she bumped into someone on her way to her first class.
"Tt."
"Oh, I-I'm so sorry for bumping unto you. I wasn't looking where I was going. I really am sorry. Are you hurt-" Before Marinette could finish her ramble a voice cut her off. She looked up and saw a handsome -even more handsome than a prince charming in a cliché fairytale- boy her age with olive skin which seemed to glow under the morning sun, dark impeccably slicked back hair that makes her wonder how it would feel to mess it up using her fingers, and gorgeous emerald green eyes staring- no glaring at her.
"Tt. Get up." With that, the boy walked away from her.
How rude. He's handsome though- wait no! Get it together Marinette!
...
"Ms. Dupain-Cheng, please come in."
Marinette entered the classroom as soon as she heard her teacher's voice call her. She swept her eyes across the room until it landed on the boy from earlier. Marinette immediately looked away when the boy stared back at her.
"-Please introduce yourself." She barely heard the teacher tell her to introduce herself.
"Oh- I-uhh... Bonjour, I am Marinette Dupain-Cheng and I am your new classmate." Marinette can't help but mentally slap herself. That introduction was lame. Her classmates would think that she's such a loser because of that. And then she'll be an outcast because she's so lame-
"You can seat on the vacant seat at the back beside Mr. Wayne." The teacher told her, cutting her off her spiraling, motioning for her to go to the backside. To the backside where the cute boy from earlier is seated. To the available seat on the backside beside the cute boy from earlier. Oh.
She moved her way towards her designated seat. Beside the attractive boy from earlier whose name is apparently Wayne.
"Hi! I'm so sorry about bumping into you earlier. I'm Marinette, but I guess you already knew that." Marinette introduced herself with a wide grin which Adrien sometimes dubbed the ~this person is too attractive how do I think again? smile.
"Damian Wayne" Damian responded with a nod and turned his attention back to whatever he was doing before. Marinette certainly did not think about how cute this guy is and how similarly endearing he is to her cat, Damian, who by the way has a similar name to his. And she certainly denies ALMOST cooing over how grumpy he looks like, just like her cute kitty cat. Nah. Non. Nope. NOPE.
Damian, huh? Just like Damian the cat, grumpy and cute- no!
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Damian glanced at his new seatmate who was now staring at whatever their teacher wrote on the board while her hands were doodling little cats. Dupain-Cheng seemed like a fool when she bumped into him earlier but he was slightly impressed at her strength that he slightly stumbled back at the impact. She doesn’t seem like the type to latch herself to someone for fame and wealth, unlike some of the harlots he encountered and kicked out of the chair Marinette is currently sitting in the past, otherwise she would have already started talking to him about how nice it is to be sitting next to him and oh, would he love to go on that expensive restaurant a couple of blocks away from school? She doesn’t seem to know who he also is which, in his opinion, is better.
His thoughts were cut off when the bell rang. Damian grabbed his bag and waited until his classmates are already out of the classroom before going outside. He couldn’t help but notice Marinette blatantly trying to avoid his gaze and hissing something about a plague and a doodle at something inside her bag before gathering her things and running outside the classroom. He paid no mind to her strange behavior and went outside the gate to wait for Alfred. He’s gonna look into her later.
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Marinette hissed under her breath as she heard Plagg cackle from inside her bag. Apparently, Plagg got bored earlier and slipped a piece of paper with a grumpy cat doodle with a “Damian the cat” written inside Damian’s bag. She wants to get it but she has no way of explaining to him how it got inside his bag in the first place that’s why she just settled on avoiding his gaze.
Before going home, Marinette stopped by at a nearby convenience store to buy some groceries. She also bought some canned cat food for Damian it’s really weird because there is two of them now and some chips for herself. She also stopped by at a fabric shop for her commissions. Marinette was so entranced by the heavenly sight of colorful textiles around her that she didn’t notice it was already dark outside.
While going home, Marinette felt someone tailing her. She held the cellophane with cat foods in her right hand tightly while she transferred the other bags on her left. Marinette glanced at Plagg who was now looking worried at her. She gestured for him to stay put in her bag and quickly ducked into an alley. The person, who she now identified as a drunk man holding a knife, followed her into the alley.
“Give me your valuables girlie and no one is getting hurt.” The man tried threatened her while pointing his knife at her direction. Ugh, classic muggers. Do they rehearse their lines or something?
“Yeah, nope. I’m sorry but I have to decline.” No way is she gonna give this man her fabrics and her money. It seemed to anger the man that he started attacking her with his knife while blabbing something about “using force”. She ducked her head at the attacks and positioned her right hand for the momentum and hit the man right at his temples using the bag of canned cat foods. That hurts, a lot. The mugger dropped his knife as he staggered back and held his head. And boy, does he look dizzy. Marinette used that opportunity to race her way to her apartment, missing the vigilante who dropped by behind her, and swore under her breath to try to never go out at night ever again. She can’t handle a dozen kwamis gushing worriedly at her even though she came home unscathed. Plagg’s overdramatic illustration of the events surely did not help at all.
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It is a Saturday and Damian is currently walking through the park with Titus. He looked around and saw an empty spot under the tree, perfect for sketching. He then took out his sketch book and sat under the tree while he let Titus run around for a while.
While Damian is sketching Titus, he felt something soft beside him. Turning around, he saw a large grumpy looking gray maine coon with green eyes staring at him before laying on his lap to sleep. He stilled himself, not to wake up the cat on his lap. Because it is an honor when a cat does that. You hear me? An honor!
He carefully placed his sketch book beside him and started to pet the sleeping cat. Minutes passed by when he heard a voice call out his name.
“Damian! Damian, where are you?!” The voice, which he now identified as his new seatmate, Marinette called. Why was she calling him? He suddenly remembered last night, when he saw her hit a mugger using a plastic bag with whatever hard thing was inside it. She may not look like it but his seatmate seems to have some really good strength. He looked into her last night and found nothing suspicious, her talent and reputation in the fashion world was admittedly impressive though. Although, he is certainly confused why he found a doodle of a cat inside his bag with a writing which certainly look like hers. He would not admit it but the cat doodle was cute.
“There you are!” Marinette said while running towards him, looking relieved. He felt the grumpy looking cat on his lap wake up and get off him. Damian was about to scold her for waking up the cat when she ran to the said cat and hugged the cat. He came to the conclusion that said cat was her cat. But why was she calling him? Did she know that the cat was with him? How?
“Why did you run off, huh? Damian?” Marinette kissed the cat’s nose while talking to the cat. The cat’s name is Damian. She was not calling him. She was calling the cat because the cat’s name is Damian. Is this how Alfred felt when he named Alfred the cat, Alfred?
“Oh hello there, Damian the human!” Marinette greeted him, finally taking note of his presence. He was flustered. Damian the human?
He gave her a small nod in response. He was still flustered. He forced his face into a scowl to not let her see how ruffled he is. He felt the cat, Damian, sit on his lap with an equally grumpy face as his. Marinette couldn’t help but coo. It was so cute. Two Damians. Both grumpy. One human and one cat.
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[LATE]Day 9 of #Daminettedec21 :
Tears <w/ Eh in ea-Ripped cloth>
[After a Day & Night of Training]
Marinette: "Seriously Dami, you need to stop sword training in your Robin suit. If you keep this up, I'll have to make you a new designed Suit."
Damian: 'I have no problem with your offer, Angel' *Smiles at her focused expression*
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Maribat Daminette December 2021
Day 1- Grumpy Cat
I miss writing so much but I do it all from my phone.
Anyway, I'm going to pick and choose prompts to write for this month.
They will all be Roller Derby verse unless stated otherwise.
Love you all ❤️
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It started out innocently enough - a small joke here and a short prank there - but enough was enough.
Marinette had tried, for many years, to be a calm level-headed individual. One did not wield the ladybug miraculous on instinct alone.
There was only so much a person could take.
Jason had 'borrowed' the book she was in the middle of and returned it to the highest shelf in the Manor's library.
Dick, sincere as he was, would always refer to her as short and sweet.
Tim would hide the strong coffee in the upper cabinets.
Even Bruce would go out of his way to reach things for her that she could very well get on her own, thank you.
Someone would adjust the bar rack for her height every training rotation. Or pair her up with Red Hood, the tallest, on a rare patrol. She was the smallest skater, even if it did make her the best jammer.
And on and on it went. All the time Damian would watch, waiting for the moment when she'd snap.
It was so rewarding.
The bank track was absolute carnage that night, even by renegade match standards. Every jab lead to a split lip. Every split lip earned a clothesline. Every clothesline made the crowd cheer louder and louder.
With the Brawlers so low on points, they weren't going to win, but they could hit the Sirens hard enough to take them down a notch. Take out their little star jammer.
Damian took a deep breath. He needed it more from Dick half-strangling him with his hand fisted in his collar than nerves.
"She's gonna do it, Damian! We can't let her!"
"I am not going to be the one to tell Marinette she can't skate." Damian ground out as he wrestled Dick out of his personal space. Dick immediately turned to plead with Jason only to see him leaning over the boards arguing with Harley.
The ref, bless them, tried to tear the two apart but only ended up being a spit shield between them.
"What's the problem?!" Marinette shouted, shoving her way in.
"Your sweet big brotha' wants ya out of the game!" Harley roared as she tried to shove Jason back into the bleachers.
Marinette threw her hands skyward. "But we're winning. If we beat the Brawlers hard enough they won't bounce back for semifinals!"
"Let someone else jam, Pixie!"
"Listen to Jason, short stuff! You're one hit away from a bad night. Those ladies are out for you." Tim tried to reason with her.
But it was a mistake.
Marinette turned her mightiest Ladybug stare at all three of them and put her mouth guard back in. Harley gave a whoop and slapped her shoulder.
"That's my girl! Let's skate!"
As the pack took off and Lady Bruiser waited for the second whistle, Jason rounded on Damian.
"Why the fuck didn't you talk her out of it?!"
"It wouldn't have mattered. She can take care of herself and you all keep insulting her." Damian shoved them out of the way as he answered.
They all watched as the Brawlers biggest skater made to check Lady Bruiser into the boards, only to wipe out completely. Marinette had ducked beneath the elbow and quickly jabbed the other skater without losing momentum.
"You can't keep calling her short."
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How We Fell: Ch. 28
Day 28: Call a Friend/Hanukkah
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Marinette flounces down onto her couch, dropping her head into her hands. She’d just had an entire three hour long conversation (on her yoyo) with Carapace and Chat Noir. They were planning on moving in on Hawkmoth on New Years Eve. Which was three days away. She was excited, but she was also terrified. What if their plan failed? What if they lost? How much longer could Paris handle this? How much longer could her team handle this? Nino was already putting his life with Alya on hold. Sure, they were married, but they weren’t even able to live together. Nino was too determined to see the battle through. Which was nice, but still. Then there was the continued problem with Chat Noir and Young Justice. He insisted that he had tried to get ahold of them, but that none of their representatives would get back in touch with him. It was beyond frustrating, and she honestly didn’t know who to believe. She knew that, for a while, Chat Noir had been distant. He’d stopped showing up to battles at all at one point almost two years ago. And he was distracted when he was there. But then he got better, and he was back to the partner she was used to. The one she had missed. She didn’t understand the disconnect now between him and Young Justice. Why was there so much…drama there? And then there was the strain she felt it putting on her relationship with Damian. Not that he knew the strain was there. She’d lied to him yesterday. Well, it was a lie by omission but still. She hated herself for it, and for not being able to be completely open with him. And with her other friends. She knew Jon’s identity and assumed Nino knew hers, but none of them could talk about it. It hurt to constantly try to be multiple people. It was exhausting. Her phone rings suddenly and she sighs, before glancing at it. The tension in her shoulders immediately melts away and she smiles at the caller ID.
“Hey, mon amour.” She says.
“Hello, habibti. I hope I didn’t wake you up.” He says. She frowns and glances at her clock, wincing at the time. She definitely hadn’t slept last night and it was, currently, only seven in the morning. Definitely much earlier than she would willingly be up for on Christmas break.
“Would you believe me if I said I woke up an hour ago?” She asks hopefully. He sighs.
“You didn’t sleep, did you?” He asks. She sighs.
“No, I didn’t. And before you lecture me, I know it’s not healthy. I’m trying to do better, I just- I’ve been feeling a little overwhelmed lately.” She admits.
“Is there anything I can do to help?” He asks.
“No, I don’t think so.” Marinette says sadly.
“Would you like to get lunch today? We could go out somewhere nice, take a break from everything else.” Damian suggests.
“That sounds nice.” She says.
“I’ll pick you up at noon?” He suggests.
“Sounds great. I love you.” Marinette says, loving how freeing it felt to utter those three little words.
“And I you.” He says before hanging up. Marinette grins, excitement thrumming in her veins. She had plenty of time to take a quick nap and work on some commissions before lunch.
“Marinette, we really need to talk.” Tikki says, zipping into the room, the panic clear on their face. Marinette blinks in surprise, not used to seeing the kwami in such a state.
“Of course. Are you okay?” She asks, turning so that she can focus on her friend. Tikki zips around, obviously their version of pacing as they shake their head.
“No, I mean, this isn’t about me, Marinette. It’s about you and your team. And Hawkmoth.” They say frowning.
“Oh.” Marinette says, panic creeping up on her. “Am I- is this about our plan?” She asks. Tikki nods.
“Yes. And I tried to tell you sooner, but I couldn’t because-” They’re cut off by the shrill ringing of the akuma alarm. Marinette winces.
“It’s okay, Paris can wait a few minutes.” She says, trying to help Tikki calm down. They start to cry, startling Marinette.
“You can’t go. He-” The burner phone, the one that only Carapace and Chat Noir had the number for, begins ringing shrilly. Marinette frowns apologetically.
“I’m so sorry Tikki. Just, just give me a minute, okay?” She asks. Answering the phone, she immediately shifts into Ladybug mode. “Hello?”
“LB please hurry. I’m not- Dude! Not cool! I haven’t seen Chat Noir yet and I don’t know- listen dude, swords are not- SHELTER!” He yells, before the line goes dead. Marinette’s eyes widen.
“We have to go.” She says. Tikki, who was still crying, nods slowly. Marinette feels awful, but she calls her transformation before throwing Kaalki’s glasses on and calling a portal. Dropping into Paris, her eyes widen at the giant green shelter currently protecting a group of people, including Carapace, as a dozen people with swords continuously stab at the green shield. This wasn’t going to be easy.
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She was right. And she hated it. Several hours had gone by, no sign of Chat Noir, and she and Carapace had already been forced to recharge several times. She was starting to worry that he’d either been taken down by a minion as a civilian, or was a minion himself. She and Carapace had both tried to call him, several times. Ladybug had even used the burner phone, but no luck.
They also weren’t having much luck finding the actual akumatized person. Just a lot of minions. With swords. She glances at the clock and swears under her breath.
“Carapace? I gotta make a quick call.” She says. He gives her a thumbs up, but focuses on the minion he was busy fighting. Hopping up onto a low roof, she pulls out her yoyo and dials Damian’s number.
“Hello?” He says, and she can practically hear the frown in his voice.
“Hey Damian.” She says, keeping an eye on her surroundings.
“Marinette? Did your number change?” He asks and she has to suppress the urge to groan. Unless she took the time to press the right buttons on her yoyo, it came up as unlisted. Which was usually helpful, but not so much in this moment.
“I can explain that later. I might be a bit late for lunch.” She says, feeling awful.
“Is everything okay?” He asks. Marinette starts to respond, but yelps instead as another minion shows up out of nowhere, slashing at her with a sword. “Marinette!”
“Just a sec.” She says, muting the call as she throws her yoyo forward, wraps it around the minion and pulls them close. “I was in the middle of a conversation.” She chastises before yanking their sword away and using the butt of it to knock the minion out. Huffing, she unmutes the call. “Sorry about that, just uh, klutz moment?”
“Marinette, what is going on? Do you need assistance?” Damian asks, worry clear in his voice. Marinette frowns.
“Uh no?” She says unsurely. Honestly, it might be time to move up their plans. See if they could get Hawkmoth today.
“Are you-” He starts, but she screams in pain as a sword is inserted into her shoulder. Yanking away, she snaps her yoyo shut and immediately starts fighting the minion. It was time to end this.
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Damian Wayne liked to think of himself as a level headed individual. Yes, he could get angry. He was his Father’s son, after all. However, he always believed that he could stay calm in tricky situations. That belief, though, crumbled the instant he heard Marinette’s pain filled scream.
“Marinette!” He yells, panic shooting through him. But the call disconnects. Making his mind, Damian grabs his keys and rushes out of the manor, towards her apartment. He definitely broke several traffic laws as he sped through Gotham, but he didn’t care. He had to make sure she was okay. Parking right in front of her building, he takes the stairs two at a time, not wanting to wait for the ancient elevator. Rushing to a stop in front of her door, he knocks twice. Not hearing any movement on the other side, he uses his spare key to unlock the door and enter the apartment. He stays silent as he clears the apartment, scanning for any sign of a struggle. Any sign as to why his girlfriend was hurt. And how. But there was nothing. Pushing down his panic, he tries to call her back on the number she’d just used, but the call would not go through. It was almost as if the number did not exist. Frowning, he tries her personal number.
“Pick up, pick up.” He mutters into the phone.
“Hi!” She says chirpily, and he sighs with relief. “This is Marinette. I can’t come to the phone-” He growls and hangs up, pacing the living room for a minute before calling her back.
“Hi! This is Marinette. I can’t come to the phone-” He hangs up again. He runs through his head for any contacts they have in common who she may have contacted. Kent? Maybe….making up his mind, he exits the apartment and locks the door again. Taking the stairs two at a time again, he decides to call Agreste on his way to the Batcave. If he hadn’t heard from her either, Damian would just have to try and find her as Robin. He had more resources that way.
“Hello?” Agreste answers on the second ring, sounding as though he had recently been exercising.
“Agreste, this is Damian Wayne.” Damian says, switching his phone over to the bluetooth in his car.
“Yeah, obviously. I have caller ID. What is it?” Agreste asks with a huff. Damian frowns.
“I was calling to see if you had heard from Marinette.” He says. Agreste grunts, sounding almost as if he was in the middle of a fight.
“No, I haven’t. Is that all?” He asks, clearly frustrated.
“What is happening?” Damian asks.
“Akuma attack. Gotta go.” Agreste huffs out, the line disconnecting.
“Call Jon Kent.” Damian says.
“Calling, Jon Kent.” The car says, the sound of the phone ringing echoing throughout the car.
“Damian! What’s up?” Kent asks happily.
“Have you heard from Marinette?” Damian asks.
“No? What’s wrong, you sound worried?” Kent asks, clearly concerned. Damian lets out a slow breath, trying to calm himself. He was no use to Marinette if he was panicked.
“I was on the phone with Marinette, she screamed, and the call disconnected.” He says simply.
“I’ll try listening for her. We’ll figure out what it is, Damian. Don’t worry.” Kent reassures him.
“If I do not hear from her soon, I will be going out as Robin to look for her.” Damian says.
“I’ll make sure my suit is ready.” Kent says simply before hanging up. Damian feels a small wave of relief wash over him. They would find her. She would be okay. She had to be okay. Using one of the exterior entrances for the Batcave, Damian freezes as he hears Marinette’s voice ring throughout the cave.
“Marinette?” He whispers, unbelieving. He rushes forward, but stays hidden in the shadows when he sees it’s Ladybug on the screen talking to his Father. Not Marinette. He frowns. He was so sure…
“Our plan’s been moved up. Chat Noir is MIA and we can’t find the akumatized individual. It’s almost like they don’t exist. Which isn’t the point. I need someone to help scan security cameras, try and help us get a location on Hawkmoth. Maybe even Chat Noir? I don’t know, I’m just worried that he’s hurt and that Carapace and I aren’t around to help him.” Ladybug rambles. Damian narrows his eyes as he looks at her. Her face had scratches, and the fabric on one of her shoulders was darker than the other. Most likely drenched in blood.
“Of course, Ladybug. Do you need additional backup?” His Father asks. Her eyes widen slightly and she ducks down as a sword comes into view.
“Listen asshole, you already made me cancel my damn date. Stop trying to kill me!” She screeches, somehow gaining control of the sword. She flips it and the hilt of the sword disappears momentarily, a thud occurring out of sight before she twirls the sword, relaxing her shoulders slightly. Damian gasps lowly as he looks at her, and it’s almost as if a layer of magic surrounding her melts away. He tunes out the rest of the conversation because he realizes: Marinette is Ladybug. Skirting around the edges of the cave, he makes it to the locker room. Grabbing one of his suits, he pulls out his phone and calls Kent again.
“I need a pickup outside my house in two minutes. We are going to Paris.”
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“Carapace, fall back. We need to recharge.” Ladybug says tiredly. He nods, taking a few steps back to stand in line with her. Wrapping her arm around his waist, she manages to swing them away from the horde of minions that were quickly approaching. Swinging into her go-to alcove, she lets her shoulders slump.
“Okay, seriously, where is the akuma? Or Hawkmoth? It’s like he’s trying to play with us. Trying to mess with us.” Carapace huffs out. She shrugs before turning, both standing back to back as they let their transformations drop.
“I have no clue. And Batman is having trouble trying to find anything. I hate how this is all happening right before we were supposed to execute our plan. Seriously, how is our luck this bad? The Ladybug Miraculous is supposed to be good luck.” She huffs out.
“Oops?” A familiar voice says. Marinette’s eyes widen as Chat Noir lands in front of them, his eyes wide.
“Chat Noir!” Marinette shrieks, hoping he hadn’t been around long enough to know.
“Oh my god, I’m so sorry you guys. I didn’t- Well, the plan wasn’t-” He starts to ramble, a terrified look on his face.
“It’s okay dude.” Nino says gently, his eyes closed. Marinette pinches the bridge of her nose, wanting nothing more than for this to all be a bad dream. Everything that could go wrong, was going wrong.
“No, you don’t understand.” Chat Noir says, shaking his head. Marinette frowns.
“What do you mean?” She asks.
“Plagg, claws in.” He says. She yelps and squeezes her eyes shut.
“No, Marinette, Nino, please, look at me.” He says, effectively outing her to Nino (though, she was pretty sure he already knew). “Guys please.” He says again. Marinette opens her eyes, blinking in surprise.
“Adrien?” She says.
“No way.” Nino says, not opening his eyes.
“Open your eyes, ya goof.” Marinette says with a laugh. Nino huffs, but opens his eyes, jaw dropping.
“I can’t believe you’re Chat Noir.” He breathes out. Adrien chuckles.
“Surprise?” He says. Marinette frowns.
“Your Father-” She starts, and Adrien nods, a hopeful look on his face.
“Yeah, I know, but see, now that we know each other’s identities, it’ll be so much easier.” He says. She frowns.
“Easier for what? I thought our team worked fine.” She says. He sighs.
“Yeah, sure, but now that you know everything, you’ll give me the earrings, right?” He asks. She flinches, taking a step back as he takes a step forward.
“What?” She says under her breath.
“Your earrings? I really didn’t want to have to fight you guys, and now that we know we’re all friends under the masks too, you’ll give them to me, right?” He pleads. Tears spring to her eyes as she shakes her head.
“No, no, Adrien what are you-”
“I’ve been helping my Father.” He says quietly. “I just- I want my mom back.”
“Run.” Nino whispers before calling his transformation and lunging at Adrien. Marinette quickly calls on Tikki before swinging away, moving as quickly as she can as she hears her friends fight behind her. The panic shoots through her veins as she realizes how difficult this just became. Adrien was Chat Noir. Chat Noir was on Hawkmoth’s side. Hawkmoth, technically, already had the ring. She swings into one of the towers of Notre-Dame, everything starting to piece together in her mind. When he’d stopped showing up for battles. When he stopped being as helpful. The fact that he wasn’t working with the Young Justice at all. She chokes back a sob, immediately throwing a punch as someone lands in front of her.
“Ladybug, stop!” Damian yells. Her eyes widen at the sight of her boyfriend in his Robin gear standing next to Jon.
“What are you doing here?” She asks, wiping furiously at her eyes.
“I was worried when you screamed and the call cut off.” He says.
“Well I didn’t mean to worry you, but I don’t exactly have a better reaction to being stabbed- oh shit.” Her eyes widen as she realizes he knew. “How long-”
“Earlier. I was in the cave while Father was on the call with you.” He says simply. She tries hard to ignore the awful churning in her stomach. Another thud makes her tense, then relax immediately at the sight of Carapace.
“Somehow, we’re still linked, we’ve gotta keep moving cause he can definitely still track us. We can’t afford to detransform until we’ve taken their Miraculous.” Carapace says firmly, wiping blood off his face. Ladybug’s eyes widen.
“What the hell did he-”
“LB, dudette, love your concern, not right now.” He says firmly, glancing at the other heroes before pursing his lips. “You tell him?” He asks, nodding towards Jon. Ladybug winces, shaking her head.
“No, I-”
“Mari, Nino, please come back!” Chat Noir yells, and she can tell he’s moving towards them fast.
“What the hell-” Damian starts, but she cuts him off.
“Not right now. I’ll explain later.” She says, running and leaping out of the tower.
“Please! Just- look, we don’t want to hurt you! Especially now that I know you’re my friends. Please.” Chat pleads, calling after them. An idea pops into her head.
“Then get your Father to show up. Meet us himself and promise us that he won’t hurt us or our families.” Ladybug calls back to him. She pauses on a roof, breathing heavily as she watches him also pause. He tilts his head to the side, and she’s not sure if he’s thinking, or using a comm to communicate with his dad. The thought makes her stomach churn. How often had Hawkmoth listened in on their meetings? Their plans? Their hangouts where they all claimed to love and care for each other. Where they promised each other that everything would be okay. How long had he pretended to be on their side? How long had he been a traitor?
“Fine. He says…the top of Françoise Dupont in fifteen minutes.” He says, glancing longingly at Jon before rushing away. Ladybug waits until she can’t see him, then collapses to her knees, letting out a long scream.
“I gotchu LB, don’t worry.” Carapace says gently, wrapping his arms around her as she gives herself just a minute to cry. A minute to let everything sink in. Because besides everything that had happened, he was still her friend. She cared about him, and the fact that he had turned on them hurt like hell.
“What is going on?” Damian asks, the worry clear in his voice. Sucking in a deep breath, she wipes her eyes, letting Carapace help her to her feet shakily.
“Chat Noir has been working for Hawkmoth.” She says softly. Carapace huffs, and she glances at him.
“That’s putting it lightly, LB. He betrayed us. This wasn’t some spur of the moment shit. He planned this. He’s been working with him for a while. He was the mole. The reason Hawkmoth always seemed one step ahead of us. He tried to get LB to give up her earrings earlier. Once he realized that we’re friends under the mask too. God, how could I be so stupid?” Carapace yells, whirling around and punching a chimney. He swears under his breath and shakes out his hand, the bruises on his knuckles already forming.
“Who is it?” Jon asks, sounding panicked. Marinette winces, turning away. “Who is it?” He asks again, softer this time.
“I think you know.” She says. His face crumbles, before a hard mask covers it and he whirls around, flying towards the school. Shit. She zips after him, hearing Robin and Carapace scramble to follow. She lands a little bit away, frowning at the scene in front of her.
“Did you ever even love me?” Jon asks. Chat-no- Adrien whirls around, eyes wide.
“Jon-”
“No! Did you ever care about me? About any of us? Because if you did- if you did, Adrien, how the hell can you stand there and work alongside someone who has emotionally tortured people for years?” Jon screams, tears streaming down his face. Adrien frowns, glancing around as if looking for some sort of backup.
“But, my mom-” He says. Jon shakes his head.
“You could have asked for help! The second you found out she was here, in a coma, you could have come to the League. Or Ladybug or someone and asked for help. So many different heroes could have helped you, and would have been willing! Especially since you were a hero. God, Adrien, you were a hero! You stood there and watched LB get totally wrecked at several different attacks, all because you didn't have the fucking guts to stand up and say that something was wrong. Or at least the fucking decency to stay home if you weren't going to help her.” Jon growls out. Marinette winces, not used to seeing this side of Jon. Adrien sighs, taking a step towards Jon. He visibly flinches as Jon takes a step away from him.
“Jon, please, I’m begging you. I just-”
“No. We're done, Agreste. I am so beyond hurt, right now. I- I loved you, Adrien. I loved you and you hurt me. You hurt the people I care about. People that I thought you cared about-” Jon freezes, visibly tensing. “How long have you been working with him?” Marinette inhales sharply. That was the one thing she hadn’t asked. The one thing she wasn’t sure if- she didn’t know what she’d do if it turned out their entire partnership had been a lie.
“I-” Adrien hesitates, and her heart drops. “I’m not sure you want me to tell you.”
“How long?” Jon yells, the pain clear on his face.
“Almost two years.” He says, and Marinette can’t help the tears that start streaming once again.
“Did you ever even love me? Are you even sorry?” Jon asks, shaking his head.
“Yes! Jon, I’m so- I never meant- I love you. Please.” Adrien pleads, rushing forward and trying to grab Jon’s hands. Jon shakes his head, flying away, probably to wherever Robin was hiding. Marinette glances at Carapace, who had landed next to her. She reaches down and squeezes his hand in reassurance. Chat Noir was Ladybug’s best friend. Adrien was Nino’s. Taking in a deep breath, she moves with him to stand in front of Adrien, who had tears streaming down his face.
“Where is Hawkmoth?” She asks, wanting nothing more than to get this over with. He hiccups, swiping at his tears.
“I uh, I don’t, he should be coming.” Adrien mutters out, his face contorted with pain. “Mari? Remember when you said I didn’t have to be perfect to deserve love?” He asks. She bites her lip harshly, ignoring the sting from the breaking of the delicate skin.
“That didn’t mean you could go and work with a villain, Adrien! God, do you know I would have done anything to help you bring your mother back? I would have walked through hell for you, Adrien. I would have even gone to that stupid misogynstic temple full of people who hated me, if it meant I could learn the right magic to help. Why didn’t you let us help you?” She says, shaking her head.
“Because he did not need your false promises, Miss Dupain-Cheng.” Hawkmoth says, landing next to Adrien, Mayura landing behind him.
“Well what a dysfunctional family.” Carapace says, narrowing his eyes. Hawkmoth- Gabriel, purses his lips.
“Lahiffe.” He says with a nod.
“Now you can give us the earrings and we can fix mom and everything will be okay. Because you won’t hurt them, right, Father?” Adrien says, glancing at his dad hopefully. Gabriel quirks an eyebrow, holding his hand out.
“The ring, Adrien.” He says. Adrien frowns.
“You won’t hurt them, right Father?” He asks. Gabriel’s eyes narrow.
“Do you want your mother back or would you rather protect your little friends?” He asks. Adrien winces, glancing up at them. And for a moment, for a split second, Marinette thinks he’s on their side. That it was all an elaborate prank. But then he frowns at them.
“I’m sorry.” He says, taking his ring off and ignoring Plagg’s cries as he passes it to his dad. “I just want my mom back.” Before Gabriel can slide the ring on, a figure flashes forward and grabs it, rushing back to stand by her.
“I believe this belongs to you, LB.” Kid Flash says, his eyes sad. She nods firmly, turning and glaring at the group in front of her.
“I suggest you hand over the Miraculous now.” She says. Gabriel roars with fury, a cloud of purple and black magic forming over him. Gritting her teeth, she turns to Kid Flash and raises an eyebrow. He nods and darts forward, barely visible before he’s standing next to her once again. He passes the two brooches to her, and her stomach churns. All of this. Five years of torture. Of dying, and hurting. And never being able to actually feel. It never would have happened without these little pieces of jewelry. And the man in front of her. Five years of pain. Over.
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Maribat Series Master list
Random
Guardian language
Incorrect quotes
Let the war begin 2022
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Done one shots
Nine lives
And they were roommates
Love in every lifetime
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Done
Angel with blue eyes [done]
Secret Dreams [done]
Broken Promises [done]
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Abandoned
A little bird and his prey [Up for Adoption]
Daminette December 2021 (incomplete)
To choose her fate.
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Will probably rewrite before continuing
Who will you live for?
A swallow’s freedom
Marie Anne Cain
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Probably done?
Contagious adoption
Cries of a hummingbird
The feeling of home
Betrayal
Mercy
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In-Progress
The consequence of childhood friends
What it means to heal
A promise is a promise
When A mother's & A father's world's collide
A fairy’s protection
I've long since forgotten how to feel
On a Scale of 0-100, You’re an Angel four times over
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Day 2: Package
A big part of a relationship is communication. But with the two people in the relationship being halfway across the world from each other, it was hard to manage. Because of timezone differences, one could be in the middle of the day, while the other could just be waking up. Or one would be about to sleep, while the other could be eating lunch. But just because it was hard to manage, doesn’t mean it was impossible.
Marinette and Damian, though far away from each other, had always managed to find some time to speak to each other. Whether it was for ten minutes, or a couple of hours, there was always a part of their day where they would talk to one another.
Whenever either of them was too busy, to make up for lost time, they would send each other gifts. Though expensive, for one side of the relationship, it was always worth it to see their smile on the next video chat. Though neither of them would admit it, it was nice to see their loved ones happy about something they got them.
Recently, because Damian wasn’t couldn’t talk to his beloved this past week because of school and Robin issues, he had sent her a couple of things to make up for it. The last time he had spoken to her, he had mentioned that he might not be able to talk because something had come up, and although she told him she understood and stuff like that happens, he just had to show his love another way. Hopefully, she wouldn’t look too far into the price of the things he had bought her.
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“Marinette! A package came in for you!”
It was the first thing she had heard from her parents. Getting out of her bed and going downstairs, Marinette took her package from her parents and went back towards her room. From the glance at the address, it was sent from, it put a smile on her face. Yelling out a thank you, she set the package down.
Taking a pair of scissors from her desk, she cut through the tape that was closing the box and set it back down. Opening the box fully, allowed her to see the different things inside. From what she could see, there were different small boxes, which suspiciously looked like jewelry boxes, and a letter placed on top.
Ignoring the boxes for the moment, she took the letter, opened it, and read what was inside.
Ya Rouhi (يا روحي),
I apologize that these unseen unfortunate events have prevented us from seeing each other. Please enjoy these gifts to make up for the missing time.
Marinette had a lovesick smile on her face. Carefully putting the letter somewhere safe to cherish it, she pulled out the different arrangement of boxes. In total, she counted seven.
Opening them, she gasped at all of them, each beautiful on its own. Three of them were bracelets, two were necklaces, and two were rings. For one of each of them, they had her signature colors, white and pink, incorporated into them, while the other ones had her less known colors, red and black.
Though the one she loved the most was the third bracelet. Though it could seem like a charm bracelet, it had made her love it more. There was a ladybug charm, which had its red and black spots, a robin, which resembled Damian’s suit, and a bow, which was blue and emerald.
Marinette noted that the bow had matched her and Damian’s eye color. She put on that bracelet while putting the rest of the jewelry in a jewelry box she had for every piece of jewelry Damian had given her.
Taking her phone out, she sent a message to Damian and a voice message expressing her love for the gifts and put her phone down. She took her time memorizing the bracelet given to her.
*****
When Marinette went to school the Monday after, she had worn the bracelet she had come to love, and one a necklace that had matched her regular attire for the school day.
For the first time in a very long time, Marinette left for school early, taking some breakfast with her. Walking across the street and into the doors of France Dupont, Marinette walked to her class, knowing that she would make it on time.
When she made it up the stairs and into her class, she waved at the surprised faces of the people in her class. Making it to her seat, she sat down and waved at Alya, giggling at her surprised expression.
Alya had finally got out of her surprised expression when she heard Marinette laughing at her. Ignoring it, she finally said the question that was on everyone’s mind.
“Girl! You’re here early. That’s a first.” Alya exclaimed. Marinette kept a smile on her expression, took out her breakfast, and started to eat it. “Are you the real Marinette? Or are you an akuma? If not, are you trying to see more of you know who?” Alya asked, ending with a smirk.
Though Alya had a certain blonde in mind, Marinette had someone else in mind, who didn’t live anywhere close to Paris, nonetheless France. But albeit, Marinette’s cheeks turned pink.
“No.” She stuttered, turning her head to face the direction of the board.
Alya looked over at her best friend and noticed that Marinette was wearing a necklace. “Marinette, where’d you get the necklace?” Alya’s eyes glanced at the bracelet on her wrist. “And the bracelet?”
“Oh,” Marinette said aloud, not expecting anyone to pay attention to the small details like accessories. “I got it from someone special,” Marinette told her. Alya took that moment to stare at her, believing that she wasn’t telling the full truth. Marinette ignored her in favor of looking at her phone, which had buzzed with a notification.
心肝 (xīn gān)
Have you gotten up yet
Alya had glanced over her shoulder, wanting to be nosey and see who she was texting, but when she saw the screen, she couldn’t understand the name of the person nor could she understand what any of their text messages had said. Marinette didn’t seem to care about that, seeing as she sent him a text back.
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Marinette, so far, was having an alright day. Sure, many of the girls had asked her about her necklace, and few asked about the bracelet, but it seemed like they were all expecting her to answer. Marinette knew they didn’t know of her relationship with Damian, and she was going to keep it that way. That is until she asked him if he was comfortable with her telling her friends.
But besides that, the day was one of her best. She had gotten to text Damian, sometimes in the middle of class. She was glad it was lunchtime. She had two hours of free time. It would usually be reserved for her to go home and talk to Damian until it was time for either of them to go back to school, but since she didn’t want to bother him, especially since he said he was busy for some time, she took this time to spend it at school.
Of course, this meant her sitting next to the girls and them with their never-ending questions.
“Marinette, I know we’ve been asking all day, but who did you get this jewelry from?” Alya had asked. The other girls chimed in, all agreeing and asking the same question again. Marinette only sighed and ate some of her lunch.
“I’ve already told you guys. I got it from someone special.” Marinette explained.
“But who is this someone special?” Alix asked, leaning in forward, closer to Marinette.
Marinette sighed. “I-” Marinette was going to explain why she couldn’t say who it exactly was, but she had seen someone behind Alix, standing at the doors of the cafeteria. Standing up from her seat, she walked over to them, ignoring her friends.
Standing there was Damian, looking around the cafeteria for her. When Marinette got up to walk towards him, he made eye contact with her, while she just kept on walking towards him. When she got a bit closer, her walk turned into a jog, and she finally made it arm's length close to him.
When she made it to him, the first thing she did was hug him, after not seeing him in person for the first time in a long time. Marinette felt his arms wrap around her. She kept her head in his chest, enjoying being in his arms.
Marinette had taken a moment to relax in his arms, before looking up at him. “I thought you were busy helping your family all week?” Marinette questioned.
“We finished sooner than expected. Plus I wanted to surprise you.” Damian murmured in her ear. Marinette giggled and separated from him and grabbed his hand.
“Maman and Papa would want to see you.” She said, taking him out of the cafeteria and to her bakery, leaving her confused classmates.
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Day 5: Kids
eh i don’t know how to feel about this one.
And yes, I skipped day 4. I didn’t get it done on time
Marinette never expected for her life to change when she went on this trip. Frankly, she didn’t expect anything other than spending time with her Nonna. So when she had a run in with someone in particular, it was completely unforeseen.
Marinette was nine years old, just shy of ten, when her grandmother took her on a trip out of France for the first time. To say that the bluenette was excited was an understatement. She was ecstatic. They went on a trip out of Europe and to Baghdad, it was a an eight hour flight so when the two arrived they were exhausted. There had been a mix up with the bookings and they had two separate rooms, thankfully they were connected, but they were too exhausted to fix this error and just decided to use the different rooms, leaving the door connecting the hotel rooms open.
A few hours later, Marinette woke up. She glanced at the clock on the cabinet next to her queen-sized bed. ‘It’s 2:03 am’ Quietly, she got out of bed to stand in the doorway of the two connected rooms. Her Nonna was still asleep and she didn’t have the heart to wake her up so the bluenette decided to walk around the hotel instead, it was very early in the morning so there would be barely anyone around. She took a note of what she was wearing, a red qipao with silver rose embroidery and gold accents, but she wasn’t bothered to change.
She roamed the silent floor she was on and decided she didn’t like being there before taking the stairs. She arrived at one of the lower levels, one filled with grand halls used for big celebrations. It appeared that there was an after party going on so she was about to go to a higher level until she heard the sound of a window breaking. Wanting to find out what was going on, she hid herself around a corner where she had full view of the room. Many figures dressed in black entered the room. Her eyes widened it realisation. ‘They’re assassins!’. Marinette should’ve been scared. She should’ve! But instead she watched in shock as they all surrounded the guests, several different types of weapons in their hands.
She was so engrossed in the moment that she didn’t realise that someone was behind her, not until they made their presence known that is. In a heartbeat, Marinette felt a cold sharp blade lightly press against her neck. The action didn’t seem threatening to her, it seemed it was a manner to get her attention, it seemed intimate. She turned her head slightly to face this unknown person and was met with the most brilliant jade eyes she had ever seen. For some odd reason, she didn’t seem scared. In fact, she stood taller, as if there wasn’t a katana pointed straight at her neck. The figure she was facing however, seemed intrigued by this action.
“What is a young, unarmed, girl like you doing here? Watching a terrible scene like this” he whispered into her ear, he was genuinely curious. He had never come across a girl like this before.
“I wanted to walk around the hotel” she smiled at him, keeping her voice low just like he had. A real, heartfelt smile. And that was what broke through the boy’s walls, though his face remained the same, his eyes where smiling back. He hadn’t even realised he had lost control of his façade. Actually, he had. You knew his mother would punish him for this, but he didn’t care. This was the first time in his dark life where he could get something he could only wish for - a friend. “What’s your name?”
He hesitated before answering, debating whether or not to tell a complete stranger, who could truly be an enemy, who he was. “I go by many names” he stated. “But you can call me Damian, what about you?”
“Marinette’s my name” She was a gift from the heavens, an angel willing to befriend a boy like himself, one who had just pressed a blade against her neck.
“Marinette...” he moved the blade away from her throat but not completely. “Such a nice name” Damian murmured, his mouth still next to Marinette’s ear. If he were to get caught now, the punishment he would receive would be grave.“Let’s get you back to your hotel room, shall we? Away from all the danger.” He then lowered the blade, grabbed the bluenette’s hand and dragged her away from the scene. Leaving her no room to protest. She didn’t complain though, she liked the idea of having him as a friend.
They were half way up the stairs before Mari said anything. “I never told you my room number” she looked smugly at him. “It doesn’t really matter anyway, we’re on my floor” She stopped in her tracks, Damian glanced at her, “So, this is goodbye then?”
He gave her an unreadable look before replying. “No, we will meet again. Stay safe, I wouldn’t want someone like you getting hurt”
“I could say the same to you. Goodbye, Démon.”
As she left him in the hallway, he couldn’t help but feel intrigued by her choice of words. Luckily he could control the emotions that were hidden from his face, otherwise his mother would have to give him more training. He stopped dead in his tracks. He would be leaving later that morning, he didn’t want to leave the girl he just met yet. He’d decided on leaving her a gift, a token to remember him by. Sneaking back into her hotel room, the green-eyed boy placed a small emerald necklace on her bedside table before promptly leaving. He would never let his mother find out about this girl, if she did, it would be his fault, should she come to her fate. As he returned to his mother’s side, he gave the excuse of patrolling the perimeter before they both went back to the League of Assassins. Damian wondered if he could ever see the girl again.
‘No one has ever made me feel happy in this way before, I will find her again. If it’s the last thing I do’
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As the bluenette began to rise from her slumber, she took notice of the piece of jewelry on the cabinet beside her bed. Gingerly, she reached out to it, immediately recognising it as a gift from Damian since the stone and his eyes were of matching colour. Her eyes drifted from the necklace to the note left next to it.
‘We will meet again, Angel’
And she remained hopeful to the message all through the trip. When her Nonna asked where she got the necklace, Marinette told her that it was from a friend. She wasn’t technically lying but she wasn’t telling the full truth. However, their trio was cut short due to her Nonna being paranoid. Marinette had caught her pacing while a news story was playing in the background, it was about the murder she had witnessed the other night. Her Nonna didn’t want to endanger her granddaughter so they both went back to Paris.
Years went by since then, her life had changed dramatically. She had made new friends, but they were taken from her. She had made enemies, but they became her best friends. She had become Ladybug, the super-heroine of Paris, they screamed out both her’s and her partner’s name. But he too had lost her trust and faith, he was forced to return his miraculous to her. Her life had been flipped as if it were a coin but she clung onto the hope that one day, somewhere somehow, she would meet Damian again.
Her neck would always have the necklace wrapped around it, the piece of jewelry was not only a token of blind friendship but it was her lucky charm. It was what kept her going. It was never seen away from her chest, she would always refuse to have it removed. To her, both the necklace and the miraculous had equal value, equal significance. The bluenette was even hesitant to even let the Black Cat miraculous near her beloved necklace. Fortunately, she managed to find a way to have both the necklace and the miraculous conjoined to look natural and without any damage to either.
Soon, the time came for a class trip she had managed to win. The bluenette had organized the class, their timetable, a pamphlet as well as a presentation detailing the events of their trips and the dangers of Gotham. Luckily, Wayne Enterprises was sponsoring their visit otherwise Marinette doubted she would’ve been able to fund the money.
She had made sure to arrive earlier than the scheduled timing in fear that her classmates would leave her behind, which was their intention, and she quickly got them through airport and straight to the lounge. Mr Wayne was kind enough to allow Marinette and another of her choosing to rest in the premium lounge for the time being, she had chosen Chloe of course. Briefly informing Miss Bustier that they would meet back at the gate, the two took off, one of the only times her incompetence worked in their favour.
It was nice, having alone time with Chloe, not a care in the world. The blonde was actually the only person who knew the origin of Marinette’s emerald necklace, though, the bluenette didn’t tell her of all the events that happened that night. They made their way to where their class was situated once one of the staff members had told them their flight was beginning to board. Luck once again played in their favour as they had an entire row to themselves. The flight itself, though turbulent at times, was mostly quiet, they weren’t disturbed by any of their classmates.
The landing itself was smooth and they had managed to reach the hotel without making a big scene, though they were very close to. After they were assigned to their rooms, they went down for dinner. Marinette, however, had ordered room service to avoid her classmates. The bluenette offered for Chloe to join her but the blonde refused. Once dinner was finished, Marinette lay flat on the bed. Kissing her fingers, she pressed her two fingers onto her kwamis’ head before allowing sleep to take her fully.
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“AKUMA!”
Marinette woke with a jolt to the sound of two kwamis screaming into her ear. Briefly thanking them, the bluenette got ready for the day ahead of her as quickly as possible, Lila and her lackeys were bound to get her left behind somehow. She wore an oversized, white, turtleneck sweater with knee high black boots. She heard it got cold in Gotham, she never really did well in the cold. Satisfied with her outfit, she went down to the lobby, grabbed a coffee as well as a bread roll and made her to the bus where the rest of the class was boarding. The only other available seat furthest from the rest of the class was at the very back of the bus, which Marinette took willingly. As the bus moved towards the Wayne Enterprises building, the bluenette fiddled with the necklace around her neck, hoping for a good day. Tikki’s luck seemed to be in her favour.
The bus reached its destination, the students slowly got off one by one. Marinette was the last one off. As her foot reached the floor, she kept her eyes peeled for their tour guide, her eyes scanned through the people in the main lobby. Soon, her eyes landed in someone who presumably looked like the tour guide though that wasn’t what caught the bluenette’s attention. It was their expression of utter irritation, however it was completely wiped once her classmates were close enough. He introduced himself as ‘Richard Grayson’ and he began the tour once everything was set. He explained each sector and it’s purpose with detail and as enthusiastic as one could with fake enthusiasm, however Marinette and Chloe seemed to be the only ones listening.
Next to the tall man was a boy around her age with tan skin, jelled-back hair and the familiar emerald eyes she fell for all those years ago. As they locked eyes, Marinette knew he recognised her too. Slowly, she made her way towards him, stopping once she was in front of the the green-eyed boy.
“You were right, Démon.” She whispered the last part for his ears and his ears only before going in for a soft hug, which he immediately returned.
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2021:15-Just A Friend
Marinette smiled as she walked around the Paris Fashion Week after party. Adrien made sure to keep her by his side, placing his arm around her waist, not to lose sight of her. It didn't take long for Gabriel to notice his son wasn't showing off the Agreste brand, when he had people coming up to his asking him about his son's wonderful date.
Gabriel went up to his son and his date, asking them to follow him into an alcove.
"What is going on?" he questioned, "Why aren't you talking to other people or socializing? You're the face of Gabriel and instead you attached to this girl?"
Adrien opened his mouth to answer, but he didn't get the chance. Gabriel swung his gaze onto Marinette.
"How did you even get in?" the fashion designer questioned, "This party is for the elite and I know Adrien didn't have an extra ticket."
Marinette glared at her old idol. After getting closer to Adrien, she learned what a jerk his father truly was. She quickly threw out her Gabriel magazine. It didn't mean she wasn't keeping an eye on his line; she had to keep an eye on her competition.
"You're forcing my son to wallow beneath the Agreste name and I won't stand for it." Gabriel decreed.
Marinette's phone chimed and drew her attention away from the designer.
Mari smiled, "Thank you, Adrien, for spending time with me, but my date has finally arrived." walking out of the alcove without another word.
Gabriel turned his gaze back onto his son and ordered him, "Go socialize and make sure to represent the company well."
Adrien nodded his head. Gabriel didn't bother looking for Marinette, as the went back into the party. It's not as if she mattered in the slightest.
Gabriel Agreste was quick to notice Bruce Wayne was in attendance. His company could become even greater if he had the Waynes wearing his clothing.
"Bruce Wayne." Gabriel spoke, "It's been too long."
Bruce just smiled, "I'm only here to meet my future daughter-in-law. My youngest has found the woman he wishes to spend the rest of his life with."
"Oh?" Gabriel questioned, "Surely, you met her before tonight."
"I trust my son's judgement more then my own." Bruce admitted, "He is hard to please, more then anyone I have met. If he believes she is the right person, who am I to deny him. Ah! There he is."
Damian caught his Father's gaze and sighed. He had been hoping to drag it out until later in the night. He grasped his fiancée's hand and gently led her towards his father. Gabriel froze when he saw Bruce's son. There was no mistaking his appearance, but standing next to him was none other then Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
"Marinette, it's a pleasure to finally meet you." Bruce spoke.
Mari smiled, "It's great to finally meet you as well, Mr. Wayne."
"Call me Bruce." he smiled, "You're going to be family soon."
She giggled, "With the ways Damian acts, I wasn't sure if I was gonna meet you until the wedding."
"And you are?" Damian questioned, eyeing Mr. Agreste.
"Mr. Agreste." she spoke, calmly.
"Miss Dupain-Cheng." he stated.
"Oh, you know each other." Bruce smiled.
"Not very well, I'm afraid." Marinette declared, before glaring up at the designer, "His son, Adrien, is a friend of mine and well, I'm told that the Agreste don't associate with people beneath them."
Gabriel found himself on the backend of three well placed glares.
"Was I wrong to entrust his son to keep you away from snakes?" Damian questioned.
"No, Habibi." Mari smiled.
Adrien, unfortunately, walked in at the wrong moment.
"Damian, you made it" the Agreste heir smiled.
"I expected you to walk her to me, upon my arrival." Damian frowned.
"Adrien was in a conversation with his father." Marinette explained.
Damian looked up at Gabriel and glared. Gabriel could tell that whatever plans he had hoped for went down the drain.
"Angel, I believe I promised you a dance." Damian spoke, tearing his gaze away from the older gentleman.
"If it's alright with you, Damian, I'd like to have the second one. We haven't had a chance to dance." Adrien spoke up
"Adrikins!" Chloe shouted, making Adrien pale.
Adrien grabbed Marinette's hand, pulling her toward the dance floor and shouted, "Sorry, Damian, but I'm gonna dance with her first!"
Bruce let out a chuckle as his son glared in Adrien's direction. Chloe slowed her run to walk as she approached them.
"Mr. Agreste, " she smiled, "where did Adrien go? I'm sure I saw him with you."
"Bourgeois." Damian stated, announcing himself.
"Wayne." Chloe scoffed.
"Your 'Adrikins' stole my fiancée away for a dance." he spoke, looking back at the dance floor.
Chloe couldn't believe what she was seeing. Marinette was dancing with Adrien, but Damian had said his fiancée was with Adrien.
'He can't possibly mean her!'
"Her?" she shrieked, "You could do so much better then that Dupain-Cheng brat."
Damian narrowed his eyes at her. Bruce quickly put his hand on Damian's shoulder, making sure to keep a tight grip.
"You mean someone of a higher class and fake." he sneered, "Why would I want that?"
"You don't know what you want, Wayne." Chloe smiled, fluttering her lashes.
"Father." he spoke.
"Damian." Bruce replied.
"Can you fetch me a whiskey on the rocks?" he questioned.
Bruce kept his gaze on his son. He knew something was about to happen.
"Please." Damian growled out.
Bruce sighed, loosening his grip, and walked away.
'I better not have to pay any hospital bills.'
Damian took a step towards the two, left in his presence.
With a smirk, he began to whisper so only the three of them heard the conversation, "It's funny how much you to care about appearances and who is beneath you. You seem to think that because My Angel doesn't live like you, that she is a nobody. She comes from two long lines of business families. In fact, on her mother's side, her great-grandparents own the factory that Mr. Agreste gets his fabrics from. They even supplied the fabric for your Gucci dress, Miss Bourgeois. All it would take is one phone call to her mother's side of the family and Gabriel will never make another couture item."
Damian took another step closer, "It didn't take long to get rid of Rossi once I learned what she was doing to my beloved. I know excellent hackers; trained y the best. Those suicide cases were under lock and key. Now that those have made international news, she's behind bars and I can guarantee, she won't be getting out any time soon."
"What should I uncover next?" he questioned, "I wonder how many people have accused you of bullying, only to have your father sweep it under the rug. I wonder how many adults will want your father in office. Besides, I highly doubt Adrien will ever look your way. He's been staring at every male, here, like it's his last meal. It's why I could trust him to look after My Fiancée."
Chloe's eyes began to water. She looked over at Adrien and Marinette dancing to see him smiling. He never smiled at her like that. Sure enough, his eyes would wander away from Marinette, making her laugh louder.
"Perhaps, Mr. Agreste, I should uncover what happened to your wife." Damian continued, "No one has seen her in ears and not even a hair? Even if she had colored it, hair contains DNA strands and I'm sure she would need some sort of flu shot by now. Her blood would immediately be registered as a missing person, unless, of course, she never went missing in the first place and you're just playing it up."
Bruce returned as the music began to slow, with Damian's drink. The youngest Wayne was quick to drink it.
"Excuse me, Father." he spoke, "The song is about to end and I promised my Habibiti at least one dance tonight." walking away from them.
Bruce opened his mouth to question what Damian had done, but Jagged Stone called out to him by name.
"My apologies." Bruce spoke, "Jagged is an old friend of mine."
Wordlessly, Chloe and Gabriel walked away from each other.
"Natalie, " Gabriel demanded, "Get me a drink."
"Sir." she began to reject.
"Now, Natalie." he growled out, takign a seat at a table.
As she walked away, he gaze locked onto his son. With a smile, Adrien handed Marinette off to Damian Wayne. Off to the side, were three girls shoving each other as they made their way towards his son. Gabriel noticed his son stiffen as he caught sight of the girls. Adrien's posture relaxed as a man with blue hair approached him.
"Luka!" Adrien smiled, hugging the blue haired man, "I didn't know you were coming!"
"Dad's over there talking to Damian's dad, so I figure the whole gang was here." Luka smiled.
"I just handed her off to Damian." Adrien stated, tilting his head to the couple.
Luka let out a whistle, noticing the ring on Marinette's finger.
"Yeah." Adrien smiled, watching Marinette dance with her fiancée, smiling the whole time.
"Marinette, can you explain why you are cheating on Damian Wayne with Adrien Agreste?" a reporter questioned.
Damian immediatley pushed Mari behind him and glared at the reporter.
"This is why I loathe the media; always taking things out of context." he sneered, "I, personally, asked Adrien Agreste to make sure Marinette got here, safetly, and to make sure no one made unwanted advances on my fiancée."
"How long have you been dating?" someone shouted, with a raised hand.
"About four years now." Marinette answered.
"She was fifteen when I asked her out and I was eighteen. With her parents permission, we began a long distance relationship." Damian admitted.
Marinette smiled, peeking out from behind her overprotective fiancée, "Adrien Agreste is just a friend. Actually, I could clarify him as my best friend and brother, all rolled up into one. He's known about my relationship with Damian and agreed to help keep it a secret. As you can tell, Damian isn't fond of the media, especially with how it perceives his family. I didn't have a problem staying out of the public eye, since I was already doing that."
"How so?" asked another reporter.
"I am the fashion designer known as Zahr." she announced, "Damian came up with the name for my rebrand."
"Can anyone confirm that?" someone interrupted.
"Sure." Mari smiled, "Uncle Jagged!"
Jagged Stone quickly turned around and found his honorary niece surrounded by reporters. He quickly rushed over.
"How can I help my one and only, honorary niece?" Jagged asked, placing a hand on her head.
"I announced my identity to them. They wanted a confirmation; I hope that's okay that I called on you."
"I'd be insulted if you hadn't." he laughed, "Marinette has been my designer since she was thirteen. She did change her name because she was getting bullied at school and her bullies knew of her website."
Adrien nodded, "When I found out, all it did was make me more protective of her and I saw who our real friends were."
The Agreste heir reached out and grabbed her hand.
Marinette smiled, "Thanks for being a true friend, all these years, Adrien."
Damian reached his arm around her waist and pulled her, into his arms. Marinette giggled and leaned up, kissing his cheek.
"Thank you for finding me when I was lost in the dark." Mari spoke.
Damian kissed her head, "Always, Habibiti."
Adrien smiled, happy at his friend.
"What's going on?" Luka whispered in his ear.
Adrien turned around quickly, drawing the media's attention. It wasn't hard for them to notice Adrien Agreste blushing up at Jagged Stone's son.
"Just helping, Mari." Adrien explained, "Um, they thought we were dating and we're not. We also introduced her as Zahr."
Luka smiled, "Good. She deserves to be recognized for her hard work. Marinette's helped Dad so much over the years."
Adrien nodded, looking away quickly, but they all noticed Luka's lingering gaze upon the young model.
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That’s right folks, it's that time of the year--Daminette December! And this year, it brings gifts in the form of calendars.
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Attention|Movie Night: Daminette December 2021: Day 3
Damian: Marinette
Marinette: *working on a comission* ...
Damian: Habibti
Marinette: ...
Damian: Angel
Marinette: ...
Damian: Why won't you give me some affection? Am I not worthy of your love? Where are my kisses? My hugs? Is that it?
Marinette: ...huh? Oh, Is my little birdy craving for my affection? *kisses his nose*
Damian: *blush*
Marinette: Let's watch a movie, shall we?
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Day 4 of #DaminetteDec21 : Short
[Childhood AU]Marinette: *giggles as she raises her hand above him* How about this,Dami. If You get to taller than me by the first year of High school, Then You can take older me on a Date. Deal?
Damian:*crosses his arms,smirks just slightly* I agree to the terms, Dupain-Cheng. However, I would have to warn you, I am the blood son. You seen how tall my father is.
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How We Fell: Ch. 16
Day 16: Set up/Marvel AU
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Glancing around the burning city, Marinette felt the bile rise in her throat. The realization that they’d been set up- that Hawkmoth had planned this- hit her like a ton of bricks. Trying her best to ignore the crumpled forms of her friends, she adjusts her stance. It was time to end this fight. And after? After, she was winning this war.
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Twelve hours earlier
“I’ll only be gone for the weekend. We do have class Monday, after all.” Marinette says, balancing her phone between her shoulder and her ear as she readjusts her hold on her purse, shifting her weight from side to side. Damian sighs.
“You’re gone, Grayson’s gone, I have to spend time with Drake- this may be the end of time.” He says. Marinette snorts, rolling her eyes at how dramatic her…something was. They hadn’t labeled it.
“I, for one, think it’s sweet that Tim offered to be your source for that project.” She says. He huffs.
“He’s doing it so that he can hold it over me. I just know it.” Damian says, and she can hear the frown in his voice.
“Now boarding, flight 342 to New York.” A woman’s voice says boredly. Marinette grabs her bag, jumping up and rushing into the line.
“My plane’s boarding. I’ll call you when I land?” She offers.
“Of course, Angel. Safe travels.” He says, hanging up. Marinette grins, putting her phone into her purse. This would definitely be an adventure.
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Walking out of Stark tower, Marinette grins. She’d just taken measurements from the Tony Stark. Apparently, he was friends with Jagged and had suggested her for his next event. But not only that, she’d ALSO interviewed Pepper Potts for the project for her business class. And now she had the rest of the day to spend walking around New York. Just as she pulls out her phone from her purse, it starts screaming. She frowns at the familiar notification. Akuma alert. But the rest…Butterfly spotted. No akumatized individual. Foreign hero on scene. She curses under her breath, rushing into an alley and quickly calling up her Pegabug form. She had to get to Paris fast. A butterfly had been spotted as well as a foreign hero? She remembers briefly that Dick was supposedly in France. She calls for a portal, biting her lip in frustration. Why had he brought his suit? Why couldn’t they stay out of it? Landing on top of Notre Dame, she scans the horizon, desperate to find and purify the butterfly before it finds Dick. She couldn’t fight an akumatized hero. Not again.
“Ladybug! Fancy seeing you here.” Nightwing says cheerily. Ladybug frowns.
“What are you doing here?” She asks, not bothering to mask her frustration. She’d been very clear with the League. Wonder Woman was supposed to be the only on duty hero. She couldn’t care less if they came in their civilian forms, as long as they could control their emotions. But coming in costume? It was practically giving Hawkmoth the chance to akumatize a hero.
“I was here on business when I got the alert. Thought I’d come out and-”
“What the fuck is going on?” A familiar figure asks. Her eyes widen. Red Hood. He already struggled with anger from whatever magic he’d been infected by. She could sense it. And according to Damian, Dick also struggled with his anger at times. Now both were standing in front of her, targets basically painted on them.
“You guys have to go. I have no clue where the akuma is, but if Hawkmoth knows you’re in Paris, he’ll target you.” She huffs.
“And you are?” Red Hood asks. Ladybug blinks.
“Did they not tell you?” She asks, confusion flooding through her.
“Tell me what?” He asks, turning to Nightwing.
“Hood-” He starts.
“Tell me what?” Red Hood snaps. Ladybug glances around, biting her lip as she tries to figure out where the damn butterfly was.
“There’s been a…situation in Paris over the last five years. I’m Ladybug, one of Paris’ heroes.” She explains. His body freezes, the tension in his shoulders visible.
“You? You’re a fucking kid.” He snaps, hands shaking. Ladybug’s eyes narrow.
“I may be young, but I’ve done a damn good job of protecting my city. From day one, I’ve given it my all.” She snaps.
“Who puts a kid in charge of an entire city? Where’s your mentor? Or an adult?” Red Hood asks, practically vibrating with anger. She catches sight of the butterfly too late. Before she can stop it, it’s melting into the- of course it would go into the actual freaking gun. Ladybug takes a step back, knowing how impossible it was to try and fight akumatizations.
“Nightwing, we have to go.” She says. He frowns, and she watches, frozen in horror as he lunges forward and rips the gun out of Red Hood’s hand. Immediately, the purple haze appears over his face.
“Stay the hell away from my family.” He hisses, talking to an unseen force. His face twists, confusion and pain clear in his expression. For a second, she thinks he’s fought it. That he’s not going to give in. But just like that, her hope falls.
“Yes, Hawkmoth.” He says, sending ice into her veins.
“Go.” She commands Red Hood, grabbing his arm and tugging him after her as the dark cloud trickles over Nightwing.
“Like hell.” He says, trying to pull away from her.
“He’s not going to be himself, so unless you want him to kill you and then have to live with that later, I suggest you shut the hell up and follow me.” Ladybug snaps. Red Hood stops struggling, and instead follows after her closely.
“No one will ever have to hurt again! Frightwing will liberate you all.” The akumatized Nightwing shouts. Ladybug shivers, a chill shooting down her spine. She wasn’t sure that she liked the idea of an akumatized Nightwing ‘liberating’ people. Especially one whose akumatized object was a gun. She runs with Red Hood until they get to a secluded alcove. She shoves him back, making sure that both of them are hidden from sight.
“What the hell are we supposed to do now? How do we help Nightwing?” Red Hood asks, clearly frustrated. Ladybug sets a hand on his shoulder, trying desperately to calm him down. The last thing they needed was to stop the Nightwing situation only to have Red Hood akumatized. That was not on her list of ways she wanted to spend her weekend.
“First off, you calm down. Nothing that we do will matter if you let yourself stay angry.” She huffs. He growls, ripping his helmet off to reveal a domino mask underneath. The white streak in his hair, though, was completely recognizable (even though she’d only met Jason Todd twice). Everything kinda falls into place once you know the identity of one of the Batclan.
“Fine, okay, I’m fucking calm. Now what?” He asks. She studies him for a moment, taking in his more relaxed shoulders, the way his jaw wasn’t clenched anymore. It definitely wasn’t healthy, but he was good at pushing away the negative emotions. That would come in handy.
“Now we get the gun from him and break it. I didn’t stick around to see if he got any other weapons or anything though. Did you-” She starts to ask, but an explosion shakes the city. She gasps, reaching out and clutching onto a piece of the stone that was jutting out. Letting out a shaky breath, she peeks around, gritting her teeth at the sight of Paris burning.
“Did- is he going to remember what he did?” Red Hood asks, the pain in his voice clear. She squeezes her eyes shut and shakes her head.
“He won’t. But Paris will. And there will be videos. None of Paris will blame him, but…he may still blame himself.” Ladybug says quietly.
“Then we have to end this soon. Before he does something that he’ll hate himself for later.” Red Hood says, his mouth set in a firm line. Ladybug nods.
“Agreed.” She says. “I’m going to call my team in.” She adds, pulling out her yoyo. She tries Chat Noir first, frowning when he doesn’t pick up. He was usually out and on the rooftops at the first sign of trouble. “Chat, I don’t know where you are, but I’m gonna need you and Carapace for this one. It’s bad.” She says before hanging up. Before she can try to call Carapace, her yoyo rings.
“Hey LB, were those explosions akuma related?” Carapace asks over the communicator.
“I believe so. A foreign hero was akumatized.” She says. He curses.
“Why was a foreign hero here?” He asks. She resists the urge to go on a rant, knowing they don’t have the time.
“I assume it was civilian obligations. But for now, we need to focus on purifying his akuma. He doesn’t seem to have a real agenda besides ‘liberating people from pain’.” She explains. Carapace sighs.
“That sounds bad. Like, really bad.” He says.
“And that’s the understatement of the century. Look, I can’t get a hold of Chat Noir, but I have Red Hood with me now. I believe he’s going to help us.” She says. Red Hood snorts.
“Damn right I’m helping.” He grumbles.
“Dude that is so-”
“Fangirl later, Carapace. After we’ve won this fight.” She says.
“Right. Start your tracker. I’ll find you.” Carapace says before hanging up. Ladybug switches the tracker on on her yoyo so that Carapace (and Chat Noir) could find her easier.
“Let’s go save Nightwing.”
---
Nightwing, or Frightwing as he was calling himself, was brutal. Their fight had been going on for hours, and everyone on her team was injured. Chat Noir still hadn’t shown up, so she could only assume he was out of town for work. Apparently his job asked him to travel often. It would be nice if he would let her know ahead of time though, especially when unexpected things like this happened. This was one of the hardest fights they’d ever had. Both physically and mentally. She acted like she didn’t notice the crumpled bodies, or the fires spreading throughout the city. Right now, it didn’t matter. They’d be saved if her team won. But if they didn’t- she yelps in pain as Frightwing manages to strike her ribs with a metal pole.
“Hey, Wing, knock it off.” Red Hood snaps, charging at him. Before Ladybug can stop him, Frightwing rears back and whacks Red Hood full force in the head with his metal pole. She screams as his body crumples to the ground, blood starting to pool around his head.
“Carapace, shield.” She directs, voice shaking. Before he can, a shot rings out and Carapace collapses, groaning in pain as he clutches at his shoulder. Right as Frightwing takes aim again, Carapace calls a shield, letting it cover both him and Red Hood. Ladybug glares, adjusting her position. Frightwing opens his mouth, before his face morphs, pain covering his expression. A purple haze falls over his eyes and he snarls.
“What’s wrong Ladybug, can’t handle my newest creation?” He says, but his voice is wrong. It almost sounds as if there are two people speaking, instead of one. Like he was possessed.
“You got lucky, Hawkmoth.” She hisses. He laughs, but it sounds wrong. So much darker than how Damian had described Dick. It was startling.
“Luck had nothing to do with it. A little birdy told me that Nightwing had nearly as much training as Batman. That he would be the perfect target. So when he showed up in costume, what else could I do? I had to use him. And then that damned Red Hood tried to steal the butterfly that was meant for Nightwing. But I got him. And now, Ladybug, I’ll kill you. And then I’ll take your Miraculous.” Frightwing says, his voice still wrong. Ladybug freezes, the bile rising up in her throat. They’d been set up. Hawkmoth had planned to use Nightwing, from the moment he saw him. He was a target. Clenching her jaw, she shifts her weight. It was time to end this. She charges forward, leaping and wrapping her legs around him in an attempt to throw off his weight. He stumbles slightly, but doesn’t fall. Ladybug screams in rage, frustration building up. She didn’t ask for this. For any of it. And now she was caught in a losing battle, desperate to end it. To save Paris. To save her … something’s brother. With a new amount of energy, she fights. For every punch she throws and dodges, she misses a hit and earns a new bruise. But she had to get through it. She didn’t have a choice. Watching his left hand, she lunges right as his grip on the gun loosens. She smacks it against the ground, watching it shatter and the butterfly shoot out of it. Ladybug leaps, trapping it in her yoyo. She gives it a moment before opening it and letting it fly out, purified. Glancing over at Nightwing, she winces at the lost look on his face. How he managed to look like a lost puppy even with his domino mask on was a mystery to her.
“Did I do this?” He asks, his voice tight. She bites her lip, but nods.
“But it’ll be okay.” She promises, following his gaze to the crumpled forms of Red Hood and Carapace. It would be okay, right?
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Daminette December: 2- Package
“What’s that?” Damian questioned as he walked over and sat on the bench next to Marie An that sat at the base of her bed.
Marie An’s whole body tensed up as she slammed the box shut quickly. Her head snapped to face Damian as if to give him her full attention.
“I- I thought I told you to knock before entering!” Marinette hissed, ignoring the sting of her eyes and how her vision blurred.
Damian raised a brow at that, pulling his feet up to sit with his legs crossed on the cushioned bench.
“That doesn’t answer my question.” The demon heir states, sending a pointed look at the box in question. He tried his best to ignore the way his betrothed’s eyes shined with an unshed tear.
“...I-” Marie An’s voice cracked as she tried to think of an answer or excuse. She didn’t want to tell him. She can’t bring herself to tell him.
Damian sighed at Marie An’s silence, ignoring how the slight shaking of her shoulders and almost unnatural gloss of her eyes sent a spark of pain through his chest. He ignored it in favor of gently pushing the box out of her grasp and onto the bed before pulling Marie An into his lap.
The change of position seemed to be what broke through Marie An’s carefully constructed walls that usually hid her emotions so well. But Damian knew better, glancing around the room, noticing that the windows weren’t covered by the curtains and how none of the doors were locked. Both heirs had a reputation to uphold, and they know that. They also know the consequences of showing anything that could be considered a weakness.
So despite how Damian knows his betrothed needs to release her emotions, needs to be able to cry it out, whatever it is she’s upset about, he knows she can’t.
They both know she can’t. It was now only a matter of calming her.
“Shh- the area isn’t secure right now. You need to calm down.” That was all Damian murmured into her hair, combing his hands through what few tangles there were.
Marie An took a deep breath, half choking on the amount of air taken into her lungs as she attempted to calm down.
“That’s it- there you go, Khatibati. Just like that.” Damian whispered praise as Marie An’s breathing slowly evened out until only a few sniffles remained.
Marie An buried her face into the crook of Damian’s neck, causing him to tightened his hold on her protectively.
They stayed like that for a short amount of time, knowing that someone could walk in, to retrieve them at any moment. It’s not that they were breaking any rules, more so an unspoken edict that would deem that amount of contact outside of a spar, inappropriate.
Neither heir knew how long they had stayed like that, just holding each other in silence, but the demon heir was aware that it was Marie An who pulled away first. She had decided to stay in his lap, but no longer hid her face from him.
“Khatibati,” Damian began, whipping away what was left of her tears, “Did I do something to upset you?” he asked gently, only to receive a shake of the head from Marie An.
“Then… did something in that box upset you?” The young demon heir questioned.
Marie An broke eye contact with him to look down at her hands that were now resting in her lap.
Damian took Maire An’s hands in his own, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.
“Can I see what is in the box?” Damina asked, ducking his head to be within Marie An’s line of sight.
The heir to the old Order shook her head, looking away and towards the door to her bedroom. And after a few moments the demon heir sighed, lifting Maire An up gently to place her feet on the floor.
“Come on then, we should go spar so we aren’t scolded for slacking off,” Damian suggest, tugging lightly on Maire An’s hand.
“...R-right- yeah. Let me- let me just put that away. I’ll meet you at our training grounds.” Marie An says, agreeing easily enough.
Damian gave a nod of his head, hesitantly releasing her hand as he turns away, leaving the room.
Once Maire was sure that her betrothed was out of hearing range she took in a shuddering breath of air, barely keeping herself from collapsing to her knees. She quickly walked back over to the box, grabbing it and stashing it away in hopes that having it out of sight meant having it out of mind. Except that the content of the box kept playing in her mind. The stack of files sitting inside with a binder of all the information she would need for the mission.
This box held useful information about the job she has been given, but she hates it.
This package held both the answers and the problems that could so easily sum up the existence of her life.
But for now…
For now it was alright.
For now, she had time.
And gods be dammed if she didn’t plan to spent as much of that time as she could with Damian, her best friend and betrothed.
Marie An stopped in front of her mirror, checking to make sure she was at the very least, presentable, in case she came across anyone on her way to the training grounds.
She let out a sigh when she saw that her eyes were still slightly puffy, red, and irritated. The old Order heir placed the palm of her hand over her eyes, letting a little magic leak through to coat her hand in frost, cooling and soothing her irritated eyes.
Taking another look Marie An nodded her head in approval now that she no longer looked as if she had been crying. And after another calming breath, she walked out of her bedroom, making her way over to the training grounds.
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