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the-coffee-fandom · 2 years

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You know, there's a saying, better late then never!

I'm here to tell you, I took that very serioudly

Without further ado

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Biodad Bruce Wayne Month 2021

Day 5

Stories/Memories

Bruce walked through the quiet halls to his study with his head bowed. There hadn't been noise in a long time. The reason wasn't too hard to guess.

As he passed the grand staircase he looked up at the top.

Jason and Marinette were at the top, climbing into a box and pushing themselves down, riding the bumps of the steps, moving widely in order to keep the box moving and not tip over, getting to the ground floor and sliding with a spin all the way into the far wall. They crashed and were laughing so hard they tipped over the box, ending up on the floor. Bruce shook his head with an exasperated smile. They were absolutely insane.

He continued down the halls, taking a detour in the kitchen. A fond smile found its way on his face as he watched Tim and Marinette fighting over the coffee machine, bad mouthing the others coffee as Dick was pouring himself a bowl of cereal. They eventually got it figured out but everyone knew how they kept stealing sips of the other, though they refused to admit how much they admired the others coffee making skills. It was a daily routine at that point.

Bruce grabbed a croissant, looking at it was a hint of sorrow. It was store bought. Bruce frowned as he took a bite. It lacked the fluffiness of a Dupain-Cheng treat and the care put into it by Alfred and was bland compared to the many types they had made together, trying out new things to see if they were any good.

Bruce passed the living room where Dick was hanging from the chandelier tying another blanket to it while Damian and Marinette worked at the bottom, propping some blankets up and some blankets tied to random things like door handles as they created the biggest blanket fort ever. Jason and Tim came running in, pillows stacked to the max in their arms, heading inside of the fort and dumping them onto the floor Marinette had decorated with a very comfortable, fluffy pink rug.

"I'll grab the snacks!" Tim said excitedly as he grabbed his skateboard from the corner of the room and jumped on it to skate out.

"I'm not letting you burn down the kitchen replacement!" Jason called racing after him on foot.

Bruce continued on through the halls where Jason had taken a bat and hit every statue, shattering them apart and leaving them there for when he came home. Where Tim had skated with Bernard, knocking into desks as he taught his boyfriend how to properly skate. Where Dick had followed him excitedly, a small child with the biggest puppy eyes, so excited to go on patrol as Robin. Where Duke had asked him if being part of the family meant participating in the prank war. Where Cass practiced her ballet, Steph following behind her, copying her movement, granted much less gracefulness. Where Marinette had run down it giggling with arms full of treats with Damian besides her with his own running from whomever they had stolen them from.

Bruce opened the door to his office to see Jason screaming at him as he sat at his desk. Dick scowled, back against the wall and arms crossed as he glared at him. Duke shaking his head and walking out. Damian sweeping all the papers off his desk in a fit. Alfred looked at him in disappointment. Cass and Steph leaning against each other, Cass a wall of concealed emotions while Steph had angry tears in her eyes. And Marinette…

Bruce dragged his feet over clean carpet floors in his dark office, his hand trailing the desk where each paper was neatly stacked and organized, sitting in his worn chair that had seen so much. He looked up and saw…nothing. The manor was silent. It was empty. He was alone.

Bruce let his head fall into his hands as he let regret and sorrow sweep him up in a wave.

He missed everyone. He missed his grandfather. He missed his kids. He missed Marinette. He wished he could have done it all differently. Maybe then she'd still be alive.

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itriedwritingandhereiam · 1 year

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It's not the first time Marinette has a nightmare. Bad dreams are normal, she knows that. But it's scarier when you know it's happened before, when you have to relive that terror. She doesn't live with Maman and Papa anymore, Adrien isn't there to comfort her. Maybe she can find comfort in her boyfriend this time around. After all, nothing beats bad dreams like a 3am movie marathon while cuddling on the couch right?

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mochinek0 · 4 months

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Daminette December 2023: 31-Charades

The Waynes were in the living room by the fireplace, enjoying some hot chocolate and playing charades. It was Christmas and Superman had given them an early gift. He was watching over Gotham to give them a night off.

Marinette pretended to pick a slip of paper out of the bowl and placed it in the opposite bowl. She smiled at everyone. She held up her hand and put up two fingers.

"Two words." Stephanie called out.

Mari nodded. She then placed her hands on her hips and stood tall.

"Person!" shouted Jason.

"A name?" Tim questioned.

Mari shook her head. Marinette cradled her arms together and rocked them.

"Someone is rocking the boat?" Dick asked.

She shook her head again.

"A baby?" Damian questioned.

Marinette nodded and clapped her hands. She stood tall and motioned a round belly in front of her.

"Pregnant." Dick called out, "Someone is pregnant!"

Marinette nodded.

"Who is pregnant?" Tim whispered, "Do we know anyone who is pregnant?"

"Or were pregnant?" Barbara suggested.

Many of the Waynes looked confused and had gone into detective mode. They were no longer focusing on Marinette and were too busy trying to recall people they knew. Mari pouted, but Damian motioned for her to continue. She smiled, happily.

Marinette pointed to herself.

"I'm pregnant?" Damian questioned, getting everyone's attention.

Marinette smiled, "Yes, Damian. I'm pregant."

Everyone's jaw dropped. Damian stood up quickly.

"Are you pregnant or is this part of the game?" He questioned.

Marinette pulled out a pregnancy test, with a tiny bow attached to it.

"I'm actually pregnant." Marinette spoke, "I found out last week at the doctors, but I figured a test would be good proof."

Damian rushed over to his wife and looked at the tiny stick in her hand. There was a plus sign on it and next to it was labeled as pregnant.

"Really?" he whispered.

"Merry Christmas, Habibi." Marinette spoke, "You're a father."

Damian wrapped her up in his arms and kissed his wife's head. The Wayne started to shout and celebrate.

In Metropolis, Clark smiled at the dinner table.

"Are the Wayne having a good night off?" Lois asked.

"Yep." he answered, "I'm sure they will be calling us soon. It seems like I chose the best gift for today, after all."

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intotherabithole · 13 days

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Roynette week: babysitter

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liquid-luck-00 · 2 months

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Red Binding 1

Maribat March Day 1: Origins

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Trigger for implied neglect, blood, and violence towards a minor

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Marinette was, what most would consider a normal, happy, child. But that was far from the truth.

She was ten when she finally noticed something was off.

Her parents as much as she loved them and they said that they loved her. Never made time for her. Never asked more than how was her day, so she would ramble about anything and everything. She never had a curfew and her parents never seemed to worry. That's when the bullying began.

She was eleven when she recognized that the bakery was the top priority and not her.

Her school life was in shambles. Her friendships were strung by a thread, with even a whisper from Chloé, they would abandon her.

So when a small box appeared in her room, at the age of twelve, and from it a small red creature asked her to leave with them she agreed. They talked for hours, extending for days (a bit over a week in total), before she was truly good and ready to leave Paris. They spoke about their lives (existence in Tikki’s case), the powers and responsibilities that would be placed upon Marinette, but most of that time they enjoyed one another’s presence.

The creature listened to her, actually listened to what she had to say, gave her a choice, so she agreed to follow the creature.

In the middle of the night she packed a small bag and stood in the center of her room. "Are you ready, Marinette?" The creature, Tikki they called themselves, chirped. "As much as I can be." She looked the creature in the eyes and everything spun. It felt as if she was floating, or not, as she slammed onto the stone floor.

When she stood up, she dusted herself off and looked around. She was in a well kept garden, the air was thin, but the moon was bright over head.

"ལགས་སོ། ཁྱེད་རང་ཕེབས་བྱུང་།" A voice startled her as she jumped from the sound.

"Who are you?" She questioned. "Where am I?"

The man was still, he didn't seem to hear her, or maybe he didn't understand.

"ང་དང་མཉམ་དུ་ཤོག" The man turned and walked into a building that looked like some sort of temple. She stood there staring where the man used to be before he turned back. His even strides carried him right to her. "ངས་རང་ཉིད་ལ་བསྐྱར་ཟློས་མི་བྱེད།" The man's tone surprised her, she jumped to her feet, following him at a brisk pace.

Lanterns lit the walls of the hall, no doors or even windows could be seen. The two of them walked in silence for what seemed a half hour, but she couldn't tell. She tried to remember the path, but there were too many turns and steps to remember.

They stopped at an ornate circular red door, that was roughly twelve meters in diameter. Golden knots were carved expertly into the wood.

He stepped aside as if she was supposed to do something, but she didn't know what. So Marinette stepped forward and placed a hand on a golden vein.

A flash of golden light erupted from where her hand touched the wood, as it swung open on silent hinges.

She had turned away, in an attempt to shield her eyes.

"Welcome, child." A voice from inside was warm and she stepped forward.

She wanted to say something but thought better. Yes she understood this new voice, but the man before she still has no idea what he said. She just followed him and he led her here.

"Do not fear to speak child." The voice came from everywhere, echoing through the large cavern. What looked like an island garden sat in the middle. A giant oak tree with flowers blooming in complete darkness sat at this center. Chimes rang thought the branches without any wind.

"Who are you?" She finally asked, voice small, as she looked around. "Where am I?"

Chimes rang almost resembling laughter. "I am known as the supreme. As to where you are, you are with the Order of Miraculii, my child of creation."

"Order? Creation? Where is Tikki?" She started rambling questions in the hopes of at least one being answered.

"All will be answered in time." Chimes once again filled the cavern.

"སུའུ་晗་ང་ཚོའི་ན་གཞོན་སྲུང་མཁན་ལ་བཀའ་སློབ་གནང་རོགས།"

"ཁྱོད་ཀྱིས་བཀའ་གསུང་གནང་བ་བཞིན་དུ་ངའི་བླ་ན་མེད་" The man spoke with a bow, before placing a hand on her shoulder and leading her out of the cavern.

He led her to a room that was somewhere deep in the temple, at least she assumes it is. The room was simple, a four poster bed sat against the far wall. A desk was set next to it with a bookshelf that was carved into the wall above it. A dresser was next to the door, and a thick rug was spread underfoot.

"Tikki."

"Yes." The little god appeared in front of her with a poof.

"What’s going to happen now?"

"There is a lot for you to learn, but for now rest. The morning will come soon."

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Jason didn’t know why he left that night.

Scratch that he knew exactly why.

Bruce and Dick were arguing again, and no matter where he was at the manor he still heard them. But it wasn’t them it was Cathrine and Willis fighting for the uptenth time. So he did what he always did, he snuck out.

He was running roof tops trying and failing to get the voices out of his head. The weather was starting to change and a sludge of rain and snow fell around him. If only…

He shot out to grapple to the next building but with the semi frozen and slick exteriors the hook slipped. He began to free fall, as the line retracted, and everything was quiet. He heard his heart flutter then a sharp click. The line was back and he shot it again, this time it landed. He was yanked and thrown into a graceful arc before landing on another roof.

He stood in the middle of the high rise roof. Completely soaked but he didn’t care, he just wanted to stay in this quiet for a little while longer. He sneezed, breaking him from his stupor, sure the suit helped keep him relatively dry, but it didn’t do much for the cold, less still for his head that was completely out to the elements.

He kicked a few rocks that were strewn in the roof in an attempt to warm up, but stopped when some sort of metal glinted underfoot.

He reached down and found a ring, and when his fingers wrapped around the metal a flash of green illuminated the rooftop.

"Finally!" A nasally voice echoed around him. "I thought you were never going to notice it."

"Who are you?" He half whispered half yelped. "Show yourself." He reached for a batarang.

"No need kitten." A tiny cat like creature floated up to his eye level. "Names Plagg, and you are?"

He didn’t answer, he’ll he didn’t know if this was real or if he might actually be asleep. He gripped the batarang, feeling as it sliced through his glove straight to his hand.

"Not asleep." He whispered to himself. "So what are you?" He attempted to poke the creature with his finger, but it easily evaded him. It took hold of the ring and dropped it on to his finger.

"I am a kwamii, specifically of chaos and destruction." They puffed their chest, watching as the ring emanated a soft glow before it stopped. "And you are my kitten."

"I’m not your anything." He didn’t want to be involved with magic, it only seemed to cause problems, if the reports Bruce had was anything. "It started with that ring, right?"

"Yes an…" He didn’t let him finish speaking, he tried to pull the ring off, but it was gone.

"What did you do?" His attention snapped to the supposed god, or whatever it was.

It was about to say something when his vision started to blur. Something heavy slammed into his head. He felt himself starting to crumple forward, laughter ringing behind him.

When he woke up, Jason was tied and laying face first in a dingy old storeroom or maybe a warehouse. There wasn’t much light except for three industrial lights towards the center of the room. And under the furthest one was the silhouette of a person.

"Is the birdie awake?" The voice was tinged with laughter, it sent chills down his spine. He knows who that voice belongs to.

I’m sorry.

"Let’s have some fun now!" Joker came into his view and then he noticed the item in his hand, but he couldn’t stop him. The crowbar swung down and it connected with his upper arm. He was thrown into a box to his right. The next hit was to his stomach, as he coughed up blood.

I’m sorry. He heard again, but Joker didn’t react to it. So he knows Plagg is in his mind.

Stop apologizing and talk. He thought, and he did.

Plagg told him a story. He tuned out best he could, but it was difficult whenever he would be thrown around. It even felt like Plagg was holding his breath at times, waiting for his attention to continue.

"Well it’s been fun, Boy Blunder, but you should go to bed. Don’t forget to brush your teeth and say hello to the Big Bad Bat." He left him there in a heap on the floor, a ringing his ears silenced everything except for Plagg.

"Come on, get up! Please!" He saw Plagg flying in frantic circles over a box.

"There is a bomb, and…" Plagg placed two paws on his forehead before flying back, to where the bomb must be. "You will live, Kitten, I swear it."

A flash of green and black rolled over him, yet the blast of air did however destroy the building they were in. But he saw Plagg fly back to him. He felt him curl into his hair, his purring rhythmic, as he began to loose consciousness.

"What a waste." He felt someone turn him over. Changing the path of the blood on his face to stream into his mouth. It tasted like iron, and dirt, and it burned his throat. "I will see you when you awaken."

His world went black, Plagg’s put was a constant rumble. The next time he opened his eyes it was dark, Plagg was on his chest staring at him, his green eyes glowing in the dark.

Steady breaths kitten. Plagg’s voice echoed in his mind, as he tried to explain what was happening. You’re in a coffin.

"How!?" He began to panic, but Plagg began purring which calmed him.

You need to stay calm, you can get out. Focus my power.

I don’t know how. He thought, not risking wasting the little air he had.

The ring on your finger is a focus for power. Do you feel the space my presence takes up within your mind?

He searched concentrating on Plagg’s voice and presence in his mind. Yes.

Good. Now pull that towards the ring. He pulled at it but there was a resistance, like a rubber band being stretched too far.

Slowly. He made the connection and his palm glowed with a faint black and green light. Now touch the area in front of you.

He did and as soon as he did the rubber band snapped back. But a hole big enough for him to pass though was above him, along with a foot of dirt above it. He was tired but he tried again. It was harder this time, but he managed. He touched the top of the dome, but only a few inches disappeared this time. He was about to try again when Plagg stopped him.

Don’t kid! You’re exhausted. Channeling magic requires energy along with training it, like any other muscle. We have to dig the rest of the way.

Fine. He huffed.

The ground was wet and soft from all the rain. But he knew if he didn’t hurry that would be an obstacle. It was starting to freeze. That’s how he knew he was getting close to the surface. Plagg had been moving the dirt into the casket, allowing him to stand. Yet he flew up to him this time with a broken piece of wood, and he knew just what he needed it for. He finally broke through the surface and pulled himself up. He laid back, legs still in the hole, but he stared at the cloudy sky, taking giant gulps of air.

"I knew you could do it, Kitten." Plagg stiffened and his hackles rose before disappearing. Guard yourself.

What do you mean?

"You were quicker than I thought." A feminine voice carried through the cemetery. He stiffened, knowing what Plagg was warning him of. "Now let us be off."

Someone grabbed him and he tried to fight them, but he was exhausted and they weren’t.

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 4 months

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Lollipops

Timari January Day 1: Lollipop

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Listen, when Marinette Dupain-Cheng opened up a clinic, she had been expecting a lot of things.

Children, since she was officially in pediatric care. You know, the branch devoted to treating children.

Eventually, she expanded to consider her patients might include henchmen, as well. And she had been mentally prepared, perhaps, to possibly meet their bosses, if they wanted to thank her for their services in person, though she had doubted this.

She had not, however, been expecting to look a vigilante dead in the eyes (domino mask, it didn’t matter)... or, at least, not like this. She had been expecting to get approximately one glimpse of their usual suits and then have a fist obscure most of her vision. Not to see him hunched over in one of her chairs, hugging the knife buried in his side.

“... hi,” she said, glancing behind herself at the Scarecrow goon she had been about to lead out the door. “I can get to you in a minute.”

The vigilante didn’t say ‘okay’, but he didn’t say ‘no’, either. From what she had been told, this wasn’t uncommon. Introverts, the lot of them.

She quietly closed the door and pointed the goon towards the exit, and waited a few minutes with her ear against the door to make sure he hadn’t gotten immediately jumped by a second, secret vigilante. Once she was reasonably sure that the henchman had gotten away to safety, she went back to the vigilante who was, apparently, in her care.

He was… still in that chair. Stab wounds will do that to you, she supposed.

She hesitated as she eyed him up and down.

This was Red Robin, she was pretty sure, though he could have been Robin or Red Hood or really just any other male vigilante in Gotham… they all looked the same. She wasn’t going to say it aloud, though, she didn’t want to risk being wrong. Embarrassing.

Also, she was pretty sure she was on thin ice right now. Getting his name wrong might just screw her over.

Thankfully, he was aware of her presence immediately, and she didn’t have to call his name to get his attention.

She sent him a slightly nervous smile. “You do know this is pediatric care, don’t you? I was trained to treat children.”

“The guy before me wasn’t a child.”

“He has a kid,” she said. Technically, this was true.

“Was the kid here?”

“I plead the fifth. And the fourth. And any other applicable laws that might help me right now.”

He snorted. “I’m not a cop.”

“You still get people arrested, I’m not going to risk it.”

He lifted his hands in a kind of ‘I surrender’ gesture, only to wince. He quickly went back to applying pressure to his wound, which was probably for the best.

Marinette shook her head to herself, sighing. “I’ll bring my equipment over here. I’d rather not have to carry you.”

“I can still walk,” he said.

He moved as if to stand. She grabbed him by the shoulder and pushed him back down, giving him a cold look.

“Don’t do that. Christ.”

He groaned and slumped back in his chair, pouting like the child that she was supposed to actually be getting. How had her life come to this?

You say ‘ohmygod why are you bleeding on my doorstep oh my FUCKING GET INSIDE’ to a henchman one time and suddenly it just becomes your thing.

She sighed internally as she went about collecting her things and then sighed externally when her eyes flicked to the security footage. She had put a camera next to the door a while back, when she had first started taking henchmen. She didn’t use it often, she really just had it to make people at least hesitate before trying to steal things.

Anyways, the point is, Red Robin was not in the chair she had left him in.

She made sure her next footstep was audible, before feigning a pause to make sure she had everything she needed.

By the time she stepped out, he was back in his chair, looking for all the world as if he had never left.

Marinette hated life.

She was quick in stitching him up. Perhaps quicker than was strictly medically advisable, but whatever. This wasn’t meant to be permanent or anything, this was just to last him until Batman could, like, magically fix it. Or whatever that cryptid of a man did. Marinette, frankly, preferred not knowing.

She pulled back, wiping bloody hands on the towel around her neck.

“Normally, I’d say to take things easy for the next few weeks, minimum, but considering…” she shrugged. “I dunno. Just try not to pop those.”

He tilted his head to the side consideringly for just a moment.

And then he laughed. “No promises.”

“It was worth a shot.”

He jumped to his feet, and she cringed just slightly. But it wasn’t like she could stop him if that was what he wanted to do. She could only mumble a few curses under her breath and move to leave so she could close up shop.

Red Robin lingered for just a few seconds longer than she expected him to.

Marinette narrowed her eyes at him briefly. She figured it was probably best to just ask him outright whether or not he needed to go through some files. He was going to do it regardless of her wishes, and she liked pretending to have free will.

“So, is my clinic up to par with your standards?”

Red Robin didn’t bother denying that he had had ulterior motives for visiting.

Instead, he held up a candy he had grabbed from the jar on her desk.

“For sure. You guys have lollipops.”

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dramatic-squirrel · 1 year

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Daminette December Day 25- Joke

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An explosion shook the building, dust flew everywhere, and the noise deafened the ears of everyone unfortunate enough to be in the area. As the haze of debris settled down a figure could be seen, followed by several other people, coming through the new hole in the wall.

"Well, well. Looks like we have a party going on here. Hope you don't mind my explosive entrance." The following cackle caused shivers to run down most people’s spine. "I know it's rude, but they always say to show up late to make a dramatic entrance and well… I do think my presence deserves some drama."

Marinette rolled her eyes. It wasn’t even a good joke, they were at a restaurant not a party. She looked away from Joker and across the table to where Damian was sitting, or rather where he had been sitting, as he was no longer there. Glancing around she failed to find him

“Alright everybody! Down on the ground, jewelry and wallets out and into the bag. And you,” Joker pointed a gun at one of the waiters. “Get all the cash in this place and bring it back.” He tossed another burlap sack at the man, who went running off somewhere.

Getting on the ground, Marinette reached up to her earrings and slipped them into her pocket when no one was watching. They didn’t look valuable when they were disguised but it was better to not take any chances. She marked the exits from her position and the location of each henchman and the Joker. The best plan was to wait until Batman and his associates showed up, but even the best plans usually failed.

At the table next to where she was sitting, a child began to cry and one of the henchmen came over to quiet the kid. “Shut up before I make you shut up!” The parents tried to hush the child and while the child quieted down, it wasn’t enough for the villian. He raised the butt of his rifle to the kids face and Marinette couldn’t sit still any longer.

Quicker than is possible for most humans, she launched from her position on the ground straight at the enemy, tackling him to the ground. The rifle knocked out of his hand, screams sounded out around them and the footsteps of his accomplices were just barely perceptible. Finishing the fight swiftly, Marinette punched the man once in the face, strongly enough that the man was knocked unconscious. Getting up, she faced the four other goons of Jokers. It was too late to back down now, but she also couldn’t fight well in the dress she was wearing.

“That wasn’t a funny punchline, miss.” The cold tone of the Joker’s was far more intimidating than his previous jolly and psychotic attitude. “How about I teach you what a real joke is like?” With his hands he motioned the henchmen to fight her and Marinette tensed, waiting for the first shot.

The first shot wasn't from the villains though. A whoosh sounded through the air, followed by a thunk as a batarang embedded itself into the wrist of one of the assailants. Not wasting a moment, Marinette grabbed a plate from the closest table and flung it like a frisbee at another opponent– three down, two more plus the Joker to go. One goon turned towards Marinette, while the other turned to where Robin appeared from the kitchen.

They didn’t leave many openings as they pointed their guns at them. It was only when her opponent came closer in order to grab her that Marinette got the chance to act. Seizing the barrel of the rifle, she aimed it upwards, then sliding her left foot forward, she got low and slammed her shoulder into the man’s solar plexus, knocking the air out of him. Then turning them around, she twirled the gun out of the henchman’s hands and into her own, pointing the gun at Joker. Meanwhile from his own position, Robin was also simultaneously disarming and taking out his opponent.

“Oh great! You want to do anything right, you've got to do it yourself.” With those words, Joker pulled out a device that looked like a tear gas canister. Pulling the trigger, a plume of noxious green gas came out. The people closest began laughing, their faces contorted into forced smiles. “See, now we can all have fun together.” The Joker laughed again before he raced towards the entrance he made when he first arrived at the restaurant. “See you around Robin, Miss Robin. Tell Batsy hi for me.”

Both she and Robin wanted to run after him but the restaurant guests came first. Robin had a gas mask he could use, and a spare one just in case, which he gave to the closet victim. Marinette meanwhile, set the gun down and made do with a cloth napkin she swiped from one of the tables– not highly effective, but better than nothing. Then she and Robin began shepherding people out of the enclosed space. Just as people were leaving, the police showed up with the paramedics in tow.

“Thank you for your help, ma’am.” Robin came up behind Marinette, scaring her so badly she almost punched him in the face. “But you should worry about your own safety first.”

She nodded, knowing full well, she would ignore his advice. “Robin, I’d like to ask you a favor. Can you look for my boyfriend? Damian? He was with me but disappeared when all of this first started.”

The hero stilled before answering her question. “I’ll send him your way if I find him. Now I should get back to helping the first responders. Please see a paramedic in the meantime.” Something about his tone and mannerisms caught Marinette’s attention.

As she walked over to the ambulances, she looked back and then shook her head. There was no way that Damian and Robin were the same person. I mean, what were the chances. Out of three of her ex-partners, three of them were also superheroes, it seemed improbable that Damian was one too.

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marauderundercover · 1 year

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This is a one-shot NOT connected to A Thousand Years.

Marinette looks down at the two little lines and swiftly crushes the immediate panic that wells up at the sight. So yes, she and her husband were vigilantes. And sure, they both had countless enemies that would stop at nothing to destroy anything good and light in their world. Sinking down to the floor, Marinette tries to think of other things. Like how happy their families and friends would be. And how most of them are also vigilantes and very willing to protect those they love. A light knock on the bathroom door pulls her out of her head.

"Babe? You okay? Plagg says your heart is going way too fast." Dick says gently. Raising an eyebrow at Tikki, who simply shrugs, Marinette scoots away from the door.

"It's open." She calls out. There's a moment of hesitation before Dick slowly comes in, immediately dropping to the floor next to her with worry covering his face. He instantly reached out and cups her face gently in his hands.

"What's wrong? Are you sick? Are you hurt? What happened?" He rapid fires questions, panic leaking into his voice.

"Nothings wrong, I was just-" Marinette hesitates, and glances down at the little stick in her hand. Dick follows her gaze and sucks in a sharp breath.

"Are you..." He trails off, looking back up at her face. Marinette smiles softly and nods.

"Yeah. We're gonna have a baby." She says, a thrum of excitement finally overtaking the initial panic. Dick cheers, pulling her into a hug. Melting into her husband's embrace, Marinette can't help but think of all the different ways they could tell their friends and families. She had a lot of crafting to do.

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khneltea · 2 years

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Low Blood Sugar Still Tastes Sweet

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ONE MONTH AGO

Whoever said pain was a medicine for the soul was a filthy liar.

Pain burned. Scorching like the desert sun on raw sunburns. Lemon juice over fresh cut wounds. Chili peppers in the eyes. It ebbed and flowed, a rapid churning around her body, choking her like a python.

Bruises littered her bones, and her muscles lay torn and wasted. Everything ached and creaked, two fractures away from snapping. Her body was a glass house, and her heart was the dying hearth under the mantle, poured over by the icy words of others.

“You couldn’t just leave her alone, could you?”

“Why do you hate her so much? Jealousy is one thing, but this is sick. You make me sick.”

“Why can’t you just be happy for her?”

“You bitch, you deserve this, all of this.”

“I told you I’d take all your friends away from you. Now, look where you’re standing.”

Who deserved what, exactly? She had done nothing to Lila but point out lies that were harming her classmates. She, their Everyday Ladybug, would never lay a hand on someone else, even if they had everything she had ever wanted. Lila didn’t even have that, she pretended to.

But these words weren’t the final straw. No, they hollowed her out. They etched their hatred and betrayal into her chest, arms and legs.

The final straw broke her to the core. She had nothing left but an empty shell.

Marble turned to asphalt, then to dirt, then it sprouted vivid green. On most days, such bright colour would have sparked her mind, a new dress or redesign of a shirt spinning round and round the back of her eyelids.

But all she could see was grey. So dull. So monochrome. So blank.

“Marinette? Dove?” She glanced up, and the world dyed itself in vintage rolls and twilight.

Standing there, tall and alluring, was a boy no older than twenty, though he could have passed for much younger. Amber skin and lean physique combined with those strong cheekbones and decadent stare made him the boy that girls only ever dreamed about and fathers had nightmares about.

And right now, that handsome face of his twisted, jaw locked as her face came into view.

“What happened?” One second ago, he was five feet away, and the next, his hand was on her jaw, guiding her head so he can see the bruise blooming red on the apple of her left cheek.

Something about the way his eyes darkened sent alarm bells ringing in her mind, but she smiled at his worry. No one ever really worried anymore.

“Hey, Damian.” She smiled, ignoring the throb in her cheek as she did.

He pursed his lips, jaw locking again as he bore into those captivating blue eyes, maybe sensing her defeat and unwillingness to admit to what caused her such sorrow. She didn’t know. But she knew he knew she wouldn’t say anything about the matter. And she knew that it infuriated him not knowing.

It relieved her when he dropped her gaze and gave her a smile that she knew was reserved for her.

His smile was prettier than the twilight sparkle. His green eyes shone brighter than the celestial bodies orbiting the planet. Merely looking at his soft expression across those hard rugged features drowned out the screaming ache and soothed the cracks in her heart. “I am here for you. Whenever you are ready to tell me, I’ll be there.”

Her words were breathy, longing and hopeful. “I know.”

Maybe...maybe he would keep that promise. She prayed to anyone out there.

Because she didn’t think that she could take one more person walking out on her.

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the-alice-of-hearts · 4 months

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Timari January 2024

I’m writing a long fic I’ve decided! Hope y’all like it:

Fandom: Maribat

Ship: Timari

Characters: Marinette Dupain Cheng, Tim Drake

Additional tags: Court of Owls, slow burn, fashion designer Mari, more tags to be added as chapters are written

Marinette just wanted to spend the week in Gotham at fashion week for her boss. She was supposed to be at the main event for their walk so she could take notes. She'd even designed a special outfit for it. So when she gets told two days before the event that she won't be needed she decides to do a little cathartic arson. She didn't realise that someone had seen her design, and that they were the reason she was getting the silent treatment from her boss. Can she get herself out of this predicament? Or is she going to have to rely on the local wildlife for a save? One thing is for sure, the man who got kidnapped with her is hiding something and she's going to find out what.

I’m excited about this. It’s a challenge for myself to write 500 words per prompt, so it won’t be the longest thing, but that’s still a decent length of fic.

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the-coffee-fandom · 1 year

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Calendar drawn and made by @the-coffee-fandom inspired and encouraged by the wonderful @boldlyanxious

Welcome to the first Hanahaki calendar event! Hosted in the month known for its showers bringing flowers; May!

A week dedicated to a popular troupe, Hanahaki Disease, which came along in 2008, August 9th. It is a fictional disease in which a character coughs flowers which grow inside them from unrequited love.

How you use the prompts is up to your own creative interpretation! You can use the quotes, flowers, word, or all of them! Do one day, the entire week, do a poem, a masterful piece of art, drabbles and incorrect quotes, or even just a quick doodle. Have fun with it!

Need inspiration? Don’t feel like researching flowers? Flower symbolism has been premade! Just click here to view!

While created with the Maribat fandom in mind, any fandom may use it. But I do hope to see some of my Maribat fans!

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Please feel free to reach out to @the-coffee-fandom however you’d like if you have any questions! Especially if you need more information on flowers.

Written out prompts below the cut!

May 7:

Quote: “Everything is temporary, this was merely one of those things.”

Flower: Hyacinth

Word: Wither

May 8:

Quote: “I never thought I’d be the one to hurt you.”

Flower: Butterfly Weed

Word: Acceptance

May 9:

Quote: “Why do you hate me?”

Flower: Lily

Word: Dose

May 10:

Quote: “You know I’m always right here for you, right?”

Flower: Cyclamen

Word: Excuse

May 11:

Quote: “They don’t love me, they’re not that stupid.”

Flower: Lily of the Valley

Word: Term

May 12:

Quote: “I don’t care if you don’t want my help, I’ll do it anyway.”

Flower: Rhododendron

Word: Courage

May 13:

Quote: “Lie to me then.”

Flower: Rose

Word: Cover

Substitutes:

Quote 1: “I’m not going to cry, it isn’t worth crying over.”

Quote 2: “How much of that did you hear?”

Flower 1: Petunia

Flower 2: Begonia

Word 1: Smoke

Word 2: Clear

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itriedwritingandhereiam · 1 year

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Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: DCU, Miraculous Ladybug, Red Robin (Comics), MariBat- Fandom Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Tim Drake & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Characters: Tim Drake, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Mentioned Kol-El | Conner Kent Additional Tags: Fluff, Alternate Universe - Coffee Shops & Cafés, Crossover Pairings, Timari January (DCU & Miraculous Ladybug), Timari - Freeform, timinette, MariBat, Platonic Relationships, Good Friend Adrien Agreste, Good Friend Tim Drake, Protective Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Sleep Deprived Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Author Is Sleep Deprived, Just like her main characters Series: Part 1 of Timari January 2023 Summary:

They're coffee shop buddies. One, is a college student their to study fashion and the other is spending some time with their friend in the city and finds the cafe a nice work space. They BOTH have made it their mission to test how long the human body can go before collapsing, traumatizing the staff with their orders along the way. Can their friends deter them from the unhealthy habit? Of course not, Will that stop them from trying? Also, no.

What a great friendship.

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Daminette December 2023: 26-Sparkles

Marinette had moved to Gotham. She had opened up a small shop that had a house in the second story. She would be a seamstress, while making her own comissions on the side. The newest addition to her move, was a puppy. He was still in training. She had heard how dangerous Gotham was and decided to get a guard dog. She had named him Damian.

"Damian!" she cried out, "Damian! Damian, where are you?"

Damian Wayne was annoyed. He was in the park with Titus and somoene kept calling out his name. Titus was starting to bark in response, likely calling attention to him. Damian stood up and decided it was better to confront the person causing a scene.

Damian opened his mouth to shout at them to stop calling his name when an Akita ran up to the girl. She kneel down and hugged it.

"Damian, you're back!" She smiled.

Damian blushed, watched the girl rub the dog's fluffy mane. Her smile shone brightly. Her eyes sparkled with happiness. Most of the time, he saw people with animals, but they're eyes seemed bored. Their pet had become a chore to them. The girl, in front of him, seemed to really care about him. The girl extended her hand, holding out a treat. Damian cleared his throat, drawing her attention.

"You shouldn't give him a treat after." he spoke.

Marinette turned to see a guy standing a few steps away from her. She looked at him confused.

'Was he talking to me?'

"He ran away?" He asked, "Correct?"

Mari nodded, closing the her fingers over the treat, before her dog could get it.

"Giving him a treat will teach him it is okay to run away from you." the boy declared.

"Oh." She replied, frowning, "Sorry. I'm still learning. It's my first time having a pet and I thought I was making progress training him."

'I need to read those training books more when the store gets slow.'

Mari noticed her dog, jumping excitedly, wagging his tail, waiting for his treat. Standing next to the boy was a black dog, remaining still.

'I guess he knows what he's talking about.'

"What exactly are you training him for?" he asked.

"Guard dog." she answered.

"Why?" he questioned.

"Let's just say.....people don't really like me." Marinette spoke, "They will, at first, then they all turn on me. Damian will be my protector."

"So Damian the Dog is-" he began.

"It's just Damian." Mari replied, glaring at him.

He chuckled, "So am I. I thought someone was calling my name, earlier."

"Oh!" she replied, shocked, "I'm so sorry."

"It is quite alright." He stated, "I named my cat after my grandfather. He is called Alfred the Cat. I suppose correcting you was a habit." making her giggle.

"I trained my own dog." Damian declared, "Perhaps I may be of some service."

"Really?" She smiled, "I'd like that a lot. Thank you, Damian the Human."

Marinette turned to her dog, Damian, hiding her blush.

'He's so cute. Why do I keep falling for guys with green eyes that sparkle? Damn, this weakness!'

"Let us exchange numbers." Damian the Human called out, "We need to set a schedule to meet up."

They exchanged numbers. Marinette listed him as Damian the Human.

"Marinette." he poke.

She looked up at him.

"Just testing it out." he smirked, walking away.

Mari flushed and made sure her dog's leash was properly attached before leading him away.

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