#DAMINETTE ANGST RIP

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Daminette December - Fluff + Snow

Okay I'm combining the prompts fluff and snow, except the fluff isn't gonna be a sweet cozy fic it's actually gonna be something fluffy (the snow itself) but it's actually an angst fic.  It does have a happy end kinda.

Mentions of death in here, it's not fluff as in sweet fic just a heads up. So yep, the regular poor comedy ones will be back and running, but I'm a sucker for angst so here you go!

ALRIGHT LET'S START @noirdots BUCKLE IN.

Damian was alone, in a cold and empty home.  Alfred came once a day to prepare a meal, for Damian wouldn't eat any of his other meals.  He didn't feel as though he deserved them. He spent most days locked in his room in solitude, either crying or staring off to the distance.  Occasionally, lost in the memories of the family that once lived in the Wayne Manor.

He blamed himself, over and over again.  He hated himself with such a burning passion.  There were days where he would break down into sobs in his room, refusing to let Alfred take care of him.  He didn't feel as though he even deserved Alfred anymore. His body would shake as he rocked himself back and forth like Talia once did back when he was very young.  He felt as though it was childish but it was the only thing that could bring him comfort in his time of loneliness.

One day, Alfred had enough.  He refused to let another Wayne child isolate themselves into solitude due to death taking its toll on the Wayne family.  He wouldn't let it happen again. He ripped off the door knob to the door and pried it open. Damian refused to look up, and fought back as Alfred ripped him from the room.  He dragged him by his dirty clothes into the bathroom, one that Bruce once used and tossed him inside. He started a bath and fixed up his room.

Damian sat in the warm bath.  He remembered the loud arguing and noise that once filled the house, the loud noise he loathed.  Now, he wishes he could still hear Dick bickering with Jason over the cereal, he missed Tim's constant screaming and head pounding over a tough problem, and he longed to give his father the hug he never gave.

Once Damian was cleaned, Alfred gave him fresh new clothes and told him to take a walk while Alfred prepared a meal for him.  Damian numbly agreed, and trudged outside.

He wore the black coat Babs had given him for Christmas outside and the gloves Stephanie gifted him.  He wore the hat Cass gave him and the scarf Alfred presented to him. He trudged along the path outside, following it's curves and twists down to a forest.  He stepped carefully over the stones and branches in the way, as he mindlessly wandered. His feet were cold and his hands growing numb as he pushed through the snow.

Finally, he reached an open space in the forest.  The snow was glistening the softest and fluffiest white, as the sun hit it just right.  He sat down at a large boulder and hugged himself as he curled into a ball. The sun grew brighter and brighter, to which Damian resented.  It grew unnaturally bright, as Damian glanced up in annoyance. However, when he glanced up, he saw someone. A young girl with hair in pigtails and bright blue eyes.  Damian fell off the boulder in shock as he yelped. The girl was surprised as well but remained silent. She simply waved her hands in an innocent manner to imply that she was no threat.  She held out one hand to help pick him back up, to which Damian accepted. He was about to speak when the girl held a hand to her lips. Damain froze, as she used her hand to form white sparks.  The sparks soared through the sky quickly as they sped towards the snow. The snow began to take a new form, as the sparks sculpted a figure. Damian could feel tears falling from his eyes as the sculpture finally took full form.

Staring back at him, was his father.  Damian began sobbing out apologies as the snow version of Bruce simply hugged him.  The girl stood by and watched, with a bittersweet smile. She waved her hand once more, and more figures began to form after her.  Faces began popping up, with smiles at Damian. They waved and joined in the hug, as Damian sobbed. Damian clung onto them, somehow feeling his family's warmth despite clinging to the cold, fluffy snow.

They parted as Bruce looked at Damian with a sad smile.  The snow version of Dick however grinned ear to ear, as he picked up a piece of snow and chucked it at Damian.

Damian laughed as he smiled.  Jason tackled him and ruffled his hair, as Tim just chucked a snowball at Dick.

"Damian," Bruce spoke.  He placed his hand on his shoulder with emotion in his eyes.  Damian knew Bruce was speaking deep from his heart, but couldn't quite read his father's emotions.  "I want you to know, that our deaths were not your fault. They are not your burden to carry, and we will always be here with you.  Mother nature will always take its course, and I know first hand, how quickly your life can rot away if you don't make the most of it in the moment.  Live each moment with purpose, Damian. Know that I am proud of you, and we all love you."

Dick chimed in.  "Yeah, so don't live your life like a loser man.  We didn't die just so you can waste your life, so do something exciting.  Wake up everyone morning with a dream, a goal, a reason, a purpose. And if you can't find one?  Reach for the stars and find that first step."

Jason added, "And when you've accomplished your goal, you get the fun of finding a brand new one.  So please, live your life with happiness. You can't have a rainbow, without a little rain. But every rain cloud will pass.  I promise."

Tim finished, "So seriously, quite moping around nerd.  And live for tomorrow. We miss you too, Damian." Damian looked scared.

"Is this...is this another goodbye?"

Bruce smiled.  "I'd like to consider it an invitation to find a new goal, a new dream.  One that's your own. We'll always be here, deep in your heart." Bruce hugged Damian one last time, before the snow began to break apart.  Damian watched sadly as his family left a second time, as Damian turned around.

The girl was still standing there, watching.  Damian felt embarrassed, but the girl sensed it.  She gave him a hug too before pulling away. She gave him one last look before, running into the forest, leaving not a single footprint in the fluffy soft snow.  Damian watched her vanish without a trace.

Damian made his wave back to the Manor, this time with his chin up.  He dried his tears on the scarf Alfred gave him, with a new sense of passion and reason.  Each step he took, he took with pride. He wouldn't let his family down. Not a second time.

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Marinette watched as Damian left the forest.  She nodded as she crept away back the shadows.  Her job was done, and it was time to find a new soul in need of help.

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BONUS : This time you guys get a stick figure Damian with a new sense of purpose with a sprinkle of pride.

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@qualitypeacepainter: 🍁 daminette pretty please ? to ease my maribat heart

Damian doesn’t watch her die.

He’s there to watch her fight for their lives, vicious and with the strength of all the ladybugs before her at her back. He’s there when she falters, when she missteps. He watches as her transformation drops. He sees her panic, sees her go desperate and scared.

He catches her eye, sees her mouth something and then-

Her foot misses the ledge and Damian watches her fall.

When he makes it to the ground, the ground is already bloody and she’s stopped breathing. He sobs, uncaring of his family and the blood and the way his voice cracks as he begs her to come back. Begs Tikki to do something.

But Tikki is gone as well, lost somewhere, and the lifeless body of Marinette does not heed his wishes.

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Just Watch: Daminette au

I’m like a few hours late but that’s okay!

@ozmav not sure if u wanna read the angst but lol whateves

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They had been watching an old television rerun when it was interrupted by the sound of the news channel.

“Breaking news with Lois Lane.”

“This just in, we have just received news of a terrorist attack in Paris. The anonymous message has linked a video of said attack and the number to one of their news channels. We are currently in contact with Miss Nadja Chamack.”

All activity suddenly ceased in the household, all eyes now watched the screen anxiously. The screen split in half to show Nadja, looking out of breath and afraid. The sky was dark, which was normal since it was eight in the afternoon. What wasn’t normal was the screaming and the burning buildings in the background.

Lois Lane appears worried for a quick second before gaining her composure and keeping a professional face.

“Miss Chamack, we received some disturbing news about a terrorist attack would you mind giving us some insight on the situation?”

Nadja cleared her throat and tried to regain her composure. The fear was still very evident on her face and she seemed to flinch at every scream she heard.

They began to worry. News of this didn’t usually get spread around and normally stayed in Paris. Bruce had put his phone down and Tim began typing furiously on his iPad.

“In Paris… we have these things, called akumas. They’re like,” she paused for a moment struggling to get the word, “c’est quoi le mot…. demonic! They’re these demonic butterflies controlled by this villain named Hawkmoth. Our heroes, Ladybug and Cat Noir usually stop them from causing too much damage. But.. this time… this time it’s different.”

Damian sucked in a sharp breath. Akumas were never this big. They never caused this much damage. He watched the destruction behind Nadja. The sky was dark and full of smoke. He could see burning buildings and collapsed monuments.

He turned to Tim, who was still furiously typing on his computer, his eyebrows scrunched together. Tim was trying to find that damned blog. The one that was blacklisted a while back. Sure, it wasn’t the most resourceful blog, but the owner always made sure to put s video of the battles. And that’s exactly what he was looking for.

The tv was disconnected and Jason yelled in outrage before being shut up by Dick, who looked at Tim and nodded. The tv was reconnected, only this time, to Tim’s computer. It was a live stream of the akuma battle. And a gruesome one too.

This akuma, no, this monster, this thing has been causing chaos and terror in the streets of Paris.

The screen showed Ladybug, Cat Noir and a few other heroes taking a defensive stance against the creature. Their eyes hard and their faces scowling. They noticed the turtle gagging at the thing. And when the camera focused on it, they understood why.

It was horrific. The giant spider-like thing was as big as a two story building. It’s body was mainly composed of what looked like mutilated animal bodies holding together. Said bodies were inside out and were oozing in the most gruesome way.

Dick felt like throwing up. He put a hand to his mouth and began coughing.

The thing let out an ear-piercing roar and began to charge. The Ladybug and the Bee swung in action, the Dragon running beneath them and the others following.

They wrapped their yo-yos around the thing, earning disgusting gooey sounds in return. The Dragon yelled out a faint “Viperion!” The snake came up and aided her. The creature whacked them away with its tail and they the wall of a building a good mile away. They fell to the floor, unconscious.

Next was the bee, the fox and the turtle. The heroes were scattered on the floor, bleeding and in tremendous pain.

The Cat and the Ladybug remained.

Damian’s shoulders tensed.

Five down, two to go.

He watched as they talked to each other, their eyes still trained on the gruesome creature.

The Waynes watched the quiet stare down.

“Call the league.”

Cat Noir lengthen his metal staff and Ladybug spun her yo-yo.

“They’re heading to the planes as we speak.”

The two remaining heroes fought. They got beaten, scratched and grown but they managed to get back up and fight. They were getting battered and bloodied but they still fought without faltering. The buildings around them seemed to crumble with every minute that passed. Streetlights were bent, cars were wrecked and trees were quite literally toppled over.

The world had never seen Paris in such a state.

Damian had never witnessed his Angel battle a monster this destructive.

They watched the cat yell something incomprehensible and his hand was surrounded by a black aura. He glared at the monster before rushing to it, ignoring the ladybug, and preparing to attack.He was grabbed by the waist, a mutilated tentacle holding him up and throwing him to the Eiffel Tower. It disintegrated as soon as he landed.

The ladybug remained.

Damian stiffened and he felt Jason squeeze his shoulder, an indication for him to relax. But he couldn’t. On god he couldn’t. He was feeling something he’d never felt in his life before. This feeling was so strange and he didn’t like it. He didn’t like it at all. And when the ladybug was slammed against the ground, Damian knew what he was feeling. He was afraid. For the first time in his life, he was afraid. His teeth clenched and his leg bounced. He was afraid, not for himself, but for his Angel taking a massive beating on the other side of the world. And he hated that he couldn’t do anything about it. He hated that he had to sit there, on a couch in his home, and watch the love of his life battle for her life. He hated how helpless he felt when he watched her clutch her bloody arm and how she could barely stand up on her own. He hated that calculating glare on her face. He knew she would do something logically irrational. And he hated it.

He watched as the monster hurled itself towards her, grabbing each of her limbs with its many arms and held her up close, inspect her with its beady eyes. She glared back at it with those beautiful bluebell eyes.

Ladybug watched her opponent carefully. It snarled at her and she could practically feel the drool dripping down her arm. She was trapped.

“Come on Dupain-Cheng, don’t die on me. Don’t you fucking die on me today,” he whispered to the screen. His brothers glanced at him wearily. He only called her by her last name when he was worried. And with the bouncing knee and the teeth biting, they knew he was stressed for her.

She had to get out of this. There’s no way she could. Not today, she was ladybug for fuck’s sake! She wiggled her arm loose, hoping it’d work, and let out a sigh of relief when it did. That did not last long.

She glared into the beady eyes of the akuma. She had so much to live for, she knew that. But at what cost? She couldn’t get out of this, her teammates were knocked unconscious or were severely injured. She thought about everything she could’ve achieved at this point. She thought of her friends. She thought of her love. She closed her eyes blissfully, remember ping every detail of his face, from his jet black hair to his stern green eyes. She looked up at the sky, her way of saying goodbye before looking back at the creature and gave it one last smirk.

“I’ll see you in hell.”

Damian screamed at the tv as the monster ripped through her torso. He watched, horrified, as it dropped her body on the ground as if it was nothing. As if, as if she was worth nothing. His tears fell freely as he watched her decent to the ground.

He watched as the snake, the bee and the dragon rushed to catch her. She watched as she weakly took off her earrings and detransformed. The other heroes cried harder in shock. She handed her earrings to the dragon. She and the bee left to end the fight, the other followed. He watched as the snake began to shake, holding her like she was fine china about to break. She coughed up blood and looked at the boy with a smile on her face.

Her hand fell to the ground.

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Everyone has a different way of coping with death. Dick had been in denial about it for a week. Tim had locked himself in his room and only came out to get more coffee. Bruce buried himself in his work.

And Jason?

Jason was nowhere to be seen. He had been off the grid for a month. Not a call or a text. He disappeared after the incident.

Damian refused to accept the death. No, she couldn’t die. She was ladybug! She was Marinette! She had a solution to everything!

I guess this time was different. He darkly thought. He sat on one edge of the bed, fiddling with a small velvet box. He had planned for this moment a week after they started dating. And now she was gone. She laid six feet under in the cold, hard ground.

She was only twenty two.

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Thank god for @ozmav and the maribat AU because i need ml content that doesn’t remind me of canon rn

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Broken Angels

Hi everyone! So I recently found Daminette and I honestly fell in love with it. I wrote this really early this morning when it was clear I wasn’t going to get anymore sleep. I looked at it again this afternoon and found that i actually liked it. It will be eventual Daminette. I will try to update as often as I can. If you have any questions, comments, or sugestions, please let me know. Anyway, hope ya’ll enjoy. Peace

Marinette didn’t know when the tears started, all she knew was the distant fact that they were cold against her cheeks. She felt as if she was suffocating. She couldn’t breath. She needed to breath. She needed to breath so badly. But she couldn’t. Couldn’t force the air into her lunges. Something, something was blocking it. Her throat constricted again as the anger, almost hatred filled glares came back into focus. Glares that were directed at her. She didn’t even know what she had done this time. They were all yelling at her, accusing her of something, but Marinette couldn’t hear them. Everything had turned to static. It vaguely sounded like mic feedback, like something you would here at a concert when the mic would scream. She needed out. She needed to breath. She tried to focus on something else, anything else, but her mind shot her back, bringing up other memories she wanted to forget.

Tiny, eight-year-old Marinette cowering behind the couch, forcing herself not to breath as her foster parents fought, screaming at each other in a drunken rage. Hugging the shivering little two-year-old boy tight to her chest, trying to shush him as his parents fighting got physical. The sound of shattering glass and slamming doors echoing in her ears.

Hiding bruises from the teachers as the older kids bullied her into doing their homework. She owed them, after all, for being a freak. For being two grades ahead. For being with them. For being smarted then them. Slamming into lockers, tripping in the halls. Busting her lip on the playground. Always with the excuse that she was clumsy. Threats of harm is she ever told.

Stumbling over her words as the new class laughed at her. Trying to learn French and attempting to make friends only to be bullied again when she learned faster then normal. Charity case, loser, freak, half-breed, orphan, names whispered behind her back and hissed in her ears as she walked through the halls. Homework stolen. Drawings destroyed.

Crying silently at night, clutching an old pendent hanging from braided string. Trying to make the nightmare go away. Trying to remember her brother’s laugh, praying he was still alive. That he was looking for her.

Heat. Burning heat. The sound of fire roaring like a monster, of wood breaking. Glass shattering. Smoke. So much smoke it burned her eyes. She couldn’t breath. The stench of something burning, shrieks of pain and terror echoing in her ears. Then silence. Cold silence.

Wailings of sirens. Flashing lights. And blood. So much blood. He wouldn’t wake up. She tried again and again, but he wouldn’t open his eyes. She couldn’t lose him. Not him. She needed him. She needed him. Screaming his name as someone tried to take her away. Telling her it would be alright. Telling her that the strange people surrounding him were going to help him. That she would see him when he got better. That everything was going to be alright. But she knew it wasn’t. It wouldn’t be. Not if he wouldn’t wake up. Not if they took her away.

A sharp flash of pain across her face, her whole head jerking sideways from the force of the blow. The shock of the blow snapped Marinette out of her trance. Turning her head, she found Alya standing in front of her, arm still raised from the slap, her eyes burning bright with rage.

“How could you do something like that?” Aly screamed at her, her lips pulling back into a snarl.

Marinette could only stare at the person she had once considered her best friend, her breath constricting painfully again. Marinette didn’t even know what she had ‘done’ this time. Her eyes darted around the room, trying to find anything that would tell her what had happened. But all she found were rage filled faces, until her eyes locked with Lila’s. Lila, who had caused so much trouble since she arrived in Marinette’s life. Lila, who had promised Marinette that she would make her life miserable. Lila, whose every word was a lie. Lila, who had fake tears rolling down her face in torrents as the class comforted her. Lila, who met Marinette’s gaze with the sick look of victory.

Marinette’s eyes quickly bounced to Adrien. He had her back. He said he did. He promised. But all she found there was disappointment and . . . anger. He was angry. At her. And she didn’t even know what she had ‘done.’

Opening her mouth, she was about to ask what had happened, but Lila, well, Lila took that moment to start up her act again.

“I-I-I-I j-j-just wan-n-n-t-t-t-e-d-d-d t-t-to l-o-o-o-o- look n-n-nice.” Lila wailed, her tears cascading down her face, her make-up running, leaving black streaks behind. It looked like she was going to say more, but she just buried her face in Adrien’s shirt, quaking like a leaf.

“How could you? Do you know how long Lila worked on that dress? You knew she was going to wear it today! You knew how excited she was to see her childhood friend! But you just had to go and ruin it! I don’t know why you hate Lila so much. She’s been nothing but sweet and kind and caring and all you do is tear her down and bully her! Oh yeah, don’t think she hasn’t told us about that. Really Marinette? Threats? That’s low, even for you!” Alya hissed, her voice rising the longer she spoke until she was screaming at her.

“Seriously dude, not cool.”

“Why would you do something like that.”

“Jerk!”

“Lila worked so hard on it.”

“I can’t believe we were friends.”

“Go back to whatever rock you crawled out of!”

“W … what are talking about. I … I didn’t wreck anything.” Marinette tried to defend herself, but her words were swallowed up by the insults thrown at her.

“Yes! Yes you did!” Alya hissed, throwing a completely mangled piece of fabric at the girl.

Looking down at it, Marinette felt her breath hitch. She recognized it. She knew this dress. It was hers. She had made it when it was announced the class was going to Gotham. She had based it off what her brother had always worn and the nights of Gotham. It was a tribute. A tribute to him. And now she could barely recognized it.

“Alya, please. This …” Marinette tried to explain, she tried to show her, but was cut off abruptly by Adrien.

“Marinette. Just apologize to Lila.” He growled, cutting off her off. Denying her the chance to defend herself. He was looking at her with so much contempt and something that almost looked pleading that Marinette choked on what little air she had left.

The entire class was glaring at her, waiting for the apology. The glares, the angry, hatful glares froze her. She couldn’t move. She could barely think. The image of Lila crying, the class glaring, the ruined dress, the curl of Alya’s mouth as it formed a snarl, her arm poised to strike, was burned into her mind’s eye.

As the arm began to descend, Marinette’s fight or flight instinct kicked in, adrenaline flooded her body as she followed the one thing her entire body was screaming at her to do. She ran. Bolted from the room, from the glares, from her classmates, from her ‘friends,’ from everything. The flood of voices echoed in her mind as blood pounded in her ears.

“Bully.”

“Liar.”

“Freak.”

“Monster.”

“Jealous.”

“Over-dramatic.”

“Orphan.”

“Liar.”

“Liar.”

“Liar.”

“Liar.”

She ran. Everything fading out of existence as she ran. Trying desperately to outrun those words. Trying to stop the tears that poured down her face. She ran, and ran, and ran. She could barley hear what sounded like shouting, but it blended in with the pounding in her ears. She couldn’t breath. Dear God, she couldn’t breath.  Screeching breaks brought her mind back into focus. Someone was shouting. Multiple people were shouting. Her eyes snapped into focus in time to see the front of a truck baring down on her. The horror on the driver’s face when they realized they wouldn’t stop in time. At that moment, with her eyes blown wide, Marinette felt her heart stop.

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Chance

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by Un_Romancible_NPC

Hawkmoth's been defeated for a full year, and the Miracu-Squad are well on their way to unlocking the full potential of their miraculi as they patrol the crime-ridden streets of Paris. However, Bustier's Class has transferred to Gotham Academy for their last year of highschool, and on the first night there a sleep-deprived Marinette had a little run-in with several of Gotham's Caped Crusaders. Quickly garnering their respect, Marinette finds herself unknowingly adopted by the most powerful family in Gotham, as one by one she captures all their hearts and they capture hers. Though she may or may not have gotten a little more than attached to Damian, the quiet, determined boy. Marinette's love life becomes increasingly complicated as something stirs in the depths of Gotham's heart, and little by little Marinette realizes her work may be finished in Paris for the time being, but it's quite clear this next chapter of her life is in Gotham and it's going to be a wild ride. Meanwhile, the BatFam starts doing a little digging on Marinette and her friends, and one by one are confronted with the fact that the trio is no longer quite... Human.

Words: 8371, Chapters: 2/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug, DCU, Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, Multi, Other

Characters: Chloé Bourgeois, Demi-Romantic-Ace!Chloe Bourgeois, fight me - Character, Demi-Ace!Adrien Agreste, Adrien Agreste, Aro-Ace!Alix Kubdel, Lê Chiến Kim, He's just a dumb and i love him, Kagami Tsurugi (eventually i promise), Ace!Kagami Tsurugi, F I G H T M E - Character, Lila Rossi, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Alya Césaire, heck these are all outta order, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Richard Grayson, Nino Lahiffe, Max Kanté, Ace!Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Ace!Mari, Ace!Damian Wayne, Ace!Damian, Robin, Red Robin - Character, Red Hood, Nightwing, Batman, i CAN'T TAG SOME BC SPOILERS BUT... Y'ALL'LL SEE, oh gosh i hope i can edit these tags..., Selina Kyle, Catwoman

Relationships: Damian Wayne / Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Damian Wayne, Robin / Ladybug, Daminette - Relationship, MariDami - Relationship, Miraculous DC Crossover

Additional Tags: If there can be fics where everyone's gay, there can be fics where everyone's on the ace spectrum, fight me, Miraculous DC crossover - Freeform, Alternate Universe - I literally Re-Wrote Everything, Miraculous why do you do this, too bad i made it better, mild violence, because this is a superhero fic, Angst, Fluff, Alternate Universe - DC / ML Crossover, ML/DC, MLDC, Clean Romance, Redemption, because HECK YOU LILA AND HECK THE WRITERS FOR RUINING THINGS, Imma redraw literally everyone's outifts, Because i'm sorry Brucie-Boy, But A Spandex Onesie Does Not Cut It, This fic is also on my Tumblr :D, I'll link that in the notes i guess, idk how to tag this m8, this is my first time posting on ao3, Aged up characters, Class and Damian are all 17-18, MariBat, ChloBat, AdriBat, salt fic, Sort Of, Humor, LMBO WHAT IF I CAN'T EDIT THESE, LMBOOOOO, RIP FUTURE ME GIRL YOU IN TROUBLE IF YOU CAN'T, I will make you Weep, :)), Catharsis Guarunteed :))), i'm saying highschool instead of college or lycee, because i'm too petty to give lila a misunderstanding of a leg-up on her intelligence score rn

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Master List April Angst Hunger Games Au with @noirdots

Animatic - https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=czD3h0QRLVs

Original Headcanons List - https://fsketchart.tumblr.com/post/189853481955/hunger-games-au-daminette

Tumblr Fic Chapter 1 - https://noirdots.tumblr.com/post/614507252038123520/coming-home-1-hunger-games-au

Ao3 Fic Chapter 1 - https://archiveofourown.org/works/23484457/chapters/56308021

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The White Lie

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by eternalempires

Everyone has a soulmate who can communicate by the ink that they put onto their skin. They can feel each other's pain and dream together. Damian Wayne moves to Paris, France for a chance at getting away from the chaos of living under Batman's right-hand and constantly feeling suffocated by his responsibilities as Robin. That, however, doesn't work to well after being saved by what appeared to be a teenage girl in a Ladybug suit from a falling semi-truck and a whole team of superheroes dressed as various animals to accompany her. If his alias didn't go by Robin, he would've found the whole thing to be absurd. Marinette Dupain-Cheng was clever in concealing her true role in protecting everyone in the city, he could give her that but she was also just so... infuriating. And she just so happens to be the unlucky student that has to show the famous 'Ice Prince' around her school. From enemies, to friends, to love, will both of them be able to put their problems and pasts aside to be able to be together? With everything threatening to rip them apart, will they last? Will they be able to stand up for each other despite their own sore feet?

Words: 7498, Chapters: 3/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug, Batman (Comics)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings

Categories: F/F, F/M, M/M

Characters: Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Damian Wayne (Al Ghul), Alya Ceasire, Nino Lahiffe, Adrien Agreste, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Tim Drake, Cassandra Cain, Stephanie Brown, Bruce Wayne, Silena Kyle, Alfred Pennyworth, Sabine Cheng, Tom Dupain, Gabriel Agreste, Joker

Relationships: maribat - Relationship, Daminette - Relationship, Jasonette - Relationship, Cheesecake - Relationship, Djwifi - Relationship

Additional Tags: Soulmate AU, Fluff, Cute, Dramatic, Salt, Love, Romance, bit of angst

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Chance

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by Un_Romancible_NPC

Hawkmoth's been defeated for a full year, and the Miracu-Squad are well on their way to unlocking the full potential of their miraculi as they patrol the crime-ridden streets of Paris. However, Bustier's Class has transferred to Gotham Academy for their last year of highschool, and on the first night there a sleep-deprived Marinette had a little run-in with several of Gotham's Caped Crusaders. Quickly garnering their respect, Marinette finds herself unknowingly adopted by the most powerful family in Gotham, as one by one she captures all their hearts and they capture hers. Though she may or may not have gotten a little more than attached to Damian, the quiet, determined boy. Marinette's love life becomes increasingly complicated as something stirs in the depths of Gotham's heart, and little by little Marinette realizes her work may be finished in Paris for the time being, but it's quite clear this next chapter of her life is in Gotham and it's going to be a wild ride. Meanwhile, the BatFam starts doing a little digging on Marinette and her friends, and one by one are confronted with the fact that the trio is no longer quite... Human.

Words: 3666, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: Miraculous Ladybug, DCU, Batman - All Media Types

Rating: Not Rated

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: Gen, Multi, Other

Characters: Chloé Bourgeois, Demi-Romantic-Ace!Chloe Bourgeois, fight me - Character, Demi-Ace!Adrien Agreste, Adrien Agreste, Aro-Ace!Alix Kubdel, Lê Chiến Kim, He's just a dumb and i love him, Kagami Tsurugi (eventually i promise), Ace!Kagami Tsurugi, F I G H T M E - Character, Lila Rossi, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Damian Wayne, Bruce Wayne, Alya Césaire, heck these are all outta order, Tim Drake, Jason Todd, Dick Grayson, Richard Grayson, Nino Lahiffe, Max Kanté, Ace!Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Ace!Mari, Ace!Damian Wayne, Ace!Damian, Robin, Red Robin - Character, Red Hood, Nightwing, Batman, i CAN'T TAG SOME BC SPOILERS BUT... Y'ALL'LL SEE, oh gosh i hope i can edit these tags..., Selina Kyle, Catwoman

Relationships: Damian Wayne / Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug/Damian Wayne, Robin / Ladybug, Daminette - Relationship, MariDami - Relationship, Miraculous DC Crossover

Additional Tags: If there can be fics where everyone's gay, there can be fics where everyone's on the ace spectrum, fight me, Miraculous DC crossover - Freeform, Alternate Universe - I literally Re-Wrote Everything, Miraculous why do you do this, too bad i made it better, mild violence, because this is a superhero fic, Angst, Fluff, Alternate Universe - DC / ML Crossover, ML/DC, MLDC, Clean Romance, Redemption, because HECK YOU LILA AND HECK THE WRITERS FOR RUINING THINGS, Imma redraw literally everyone's outifts, Because i'm sorry Brucie-Boy, But A Spandex Onesie Does Not Cut It, This fic is also on my Tumblr :D, I'll link that in the notes i guess, idk how to tag this m8, this is my first time posting on ao3, Aged up characters, Class and Damian are all 17-18, MariBat, ChloBat, AdriBat, salt fic, Sort Of, Humor, LMBO WHAT IF I CAN'T EDIT THESE, LMBOOOOO, RIP FUTURE ME GIRL YOU IN TROUBLE IF YOU CAN'T, I will make you Weep, :)), Catharsis Guarunteed :))), i'm saying highschool instead of college or lycee, because i'm too petty to give lila a misunderstanding of a leg-up on her intelligence score rn

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