#Damianette

[batsandbugs]

Bruce Wayne's Headache Class. System: Sneak Peak 1

“I insist he assigns the blame to me,” grumbles Damian, his mouth twisted in a frustrated frown. “He refuses. The entire scheme was my idea, down to the very verbage used, and yet he still continues to blame Marinette, and refers to her in an uncouth, slanderous manner.  If he continues to insist upon said belligerent name calling I will be taking matters into my own hands and he will find himself contending with my blade.” 

Bruce blinks at the hissed statement. It’s vicious, it’s descriptive, and it wouldn’t be out of place if Talia had said it. The pit of anxiety in his stomach triples. “Against your own brother?” he forces himself to ask, even though he’s pretty sure he knows the answer. 

“I would sell him to Satan for one corn chip,” Damian says, face totally blank, tone serious. Bruce can’t tell if he’s joking or not. “Marinette has done nothing to deserve his name calling. It was a trick, he fell for it, and they lost. He can dislike her.” Damian rolls his eyes and huffs. “Even if I think it is a childish grudge, but the insults will cease or I will make him cease.”

(I swear I'm going to get this damn chapter completed. It's just fighting me. Here's a little something to prove I'm not dead!)

[starwarsmum]

Daminette December 2024 Master Post

Fae - AO3

Forced Proximity - Mutual Plotting - You Call That Art? - In Sync - AO3

Birthday - I Accept - Headline - AO3

A Day in Your Life - Asking Advice - Coffee Break - Broken Promises - AO3

Global Crisis - The Words I Most Regret - AO3

That's Mine - AO3

First Kiss Fails - Mistaken Identity - I Spy - AO3

Cat Crimes - Drunk Text - Press Start - AO3

One Dream - AO3

Pride and Prejudice - AO3

Hawkmoth in Arkham - AO3

Pandora's Box - Regency - Scandal - Dress to Impress - AO3

Peace and Joy - AO3

Robin My Heart - AO3

Training Session - AO3

[the-glass-is-actually-full]

Marinette: You're my partner, my best friend, and the love of my life. I hope you know I would do anything for you. Absolutely anything. Damian: I want you to get a full 10 hours of sleep. Marinette, conjuring up the sweetest smile and a glare that could throw anyone six-feet under: Absolutely and positively no.

[millerandmilly]

Daminette image 5

[mochegato]

Mistletoe Mayhem

“Explain it to me again,” Jon prompted as he trailed behind Damian.

Damian’s lips pursed like he was trying to hold back from exploding.  “We are here to assis…”

“Yeah, yeah.  I heard that.  But why are we here?” he asked.  “This seems like something one of the big guys would want to be involved in.”

Damian scoffed and shoved his hands further into his pockets.  The Parisian winter, which had just started brushing the ground with a light dusting of flurries, nipping at his bare fingers.  “We are more than sufficient to assist in ending their rogue.  We do not need others interfering.”

“They are facing an emotion based rogue.  Can you imagine Green Arrow or my father coming here.  It would be like handing the rogue a nuclear weapon.  The local team has been doing an admirable job thus far, but such an opponent would be disastrous.”

“Right,” Jon drawled.  “But you wouldn’t have that issue.”

“Naturally,” he scoffed.

“Naturally,” Jon repeated in a mocking tone.  “But neither would Dick.  So tell me again, why us?”

Damian growled and yanked out his phone, checking it for a moment before glancing around them suspiciously then turning into an alley.  “Because I have a relationship with the local hero team leader.”

Jon’s eyebrows shot up.  “Relationship?”

“I have consulted with the leader several times.  Built up a… trust,” he finished with what would have sounded like certainty if Jon didn’t know Damian so well.

He eyed Damian suspiciously.  “Define several times.”

“More than a few,” he growled back.  He looked around again before glowering at Jon.  “Now, let’s get to the roof.”

Damian climbed up to the roof with little effort, followed quickly by Jon who was barely using any powers to keep up.  As soon as they settled, Jon smiled at the festively decorated little patio.  There were lights hung around the sides and wrapped around the railing, ornaments hanging all around, and even a small tree, lit up and decorated brightly enough that people on the street would be able to see it.

“Damian!”

Jon looked on in muted horror as an unfamiliar woman launched herself through a door in the roof and at Damian.  He moved to intercede diplomatically without using any powers.  It was a fairly familiar movement, she was hardly the first person to think they could get close to Damian with false bravado and cheer, clearly broadcasting how utterly unfamiliar they were with Damian.  Damian did not cozy… unless it was with a pet.

But Damian’s compliant expression and prepared stance froze Jon in his movement.  Damian wasn’t bracing against an attack; he was bracing for a familiar weight.  If Jon didn’t know better, he’d even think there was even a bit of excitement in his eyes, which was just about unheard of.

Moments later, Jon was convinced that’s exactly what it was when more shockingly still, she threw her arms around his neck in a tight embrace that he reciprocated, wrapping his arms around her waist.  Her waist!  Damian was touching her waist like it was the most natural thing in the world.  Damian had warned him there was magic in Paris, and it must be true because that was the only excuse he could think of to explain the sight in front of him.

The woman pulled back with a bright smile and shining eyes locked on Damian while his arms lingered at her waist for a few moments before snapping back to his side.  “It's good to see you again!  Welcome to Paris.”

“I’ve been before,” Damian corrected instantly.  Jon winced at his blunt statement and opened his mouth to soften the blow, but Damian continued before he could.  “But it is good to be back… and with you again,” he finished with what could almost be described as a small smile.

The woman beamed back, completely unaffected by the brusque tone.  “Welcome back then.”  She kept eye contact for a few moments, her cheeks growing steadily redder, before turning to Jon expectantly.

Damian’s body language instantly stiffened as if just remembering Jon was there as well.  “And this is my… associate, Jonathan Kent.  Jon, this is Marinette Dupain Cheng.”

“It’s nice to meet you, Marinette,” Jon chirped, eagerly offering his hand.

“It’s nice to meet a friend of Damian’s,” she giggled.

Jon cocked his head to the side, his eyes sliding between Damian and Marinette suspiciously.  “How did you know I was his friend?”

Damian harumhed and crossed his arms in annoyance but Marinette smirked, a teasing twinkle in her eyes.  “He said associate without disgust.  You must be a really good friend.”

“His best,” Jon confirmed.

“You are most assuredly not,” Damian scoffed.

“Well, it’s nice to meet his best friend,” she nodded in mock solemnity.

“I am talking.  And at a volume you definitely can both hear, especially you,” he hissed with a not too gentle shove at Jon’s shoulder as he stepped between him and Marinette.

“We’re aware,” Jon grinned.

Marinette’s smirk eased into a warm, amused smile, her focus back on Damian.  “Thank you again for agreeing to help.  We could really use the assistance.”

“You have been doing an admirable job so far,” he stated, causing Jon to whip his head toward him at his words.  That!  That was the strangest, most conclusive evidence of magic he’d seen so far.  Compliments were typically hard fought from Damian, most of his team had never received more than a ‘not terrible’, and she had just stepped into a positive observation with ease.

“Thank you,” she blushed.  “But I can admit we are surviving not succeeding.”  She gook a deep breath and glanced over to Jon with a small smile and nod.  “Have you gotten the rundown?”

His expression instantly transformed, all mirth evaporating and getting replaced by a serious set to his lips.  “Magic villain.  Infects others to do his dirty work based on negative emotions.  The team of local, also magic, heroes have containment covered but are having issues tracking him.  That’s where I come in.  Listen for any suspicious conversations and search for hidden lairs.  If I discover either, track them down and see if anyone with a mask is hanging around.”

She nodded along with the excessively pared down analysis.  “Any maniacal laughter or monologuing, get on it,” she ordered lightly, but her voice hardened as she continued.  “I don’t know how the lair thing is going to work though.  This is Paris.  There are more deep, dark, hidden crypts and bunkers than even the people living above them know about.  Maybe focus on listening for any fluttering instead.  There shouldn’t be any butterflies or too many bugs this time of year except for the akuma.  I don’t know if they actually make noise you can detect though.  Magic and all…”

She looked down, her brow furrowed in consideration for a moment before she seemed to remember they were there.  She shot Jon a strained smile.  “Sorry.  It would be the best Christmas present ever though.  I wouldn’t be able to thank you enough.”  She turned to Damian with a warmer smile and squeezed one of his hands.  “Or you, for arranging all of this for us.”

“We will help end this.”  She smiled even wider when he squeezed her hand back.  It almost looked like he was going to take a step closer to solidify his declaration, but the motion was stopped by a sudden ringing and an indignant screech from the street below.

They leaned over the railing in time to see a woman trying to run and dodge away from a sprig of mistletoe with ringing bells that got progressively louder the further she ran, and a man who looked utterly lost, getting dragged behind her as if he was being pulled by an invisible rope.  If anything, his legs were trying to peddle backward, but it had no effect on his trajectory, instead, they were slipping and sliding on the slick ground.

Down the street, a gigantic figure that appeared to be some combination of Cupid and Santa who had gotten mauled by Swamp Thing leapt with ease onto a distant building’s roof.  “I am Mistletoe Mayhem,” he declared.  His voice thundered throughout Paris.  “I will make it so nobody can be rejected and laughed at.  Everybody will be with whoever they want to be with.”

 “Well, that’s incredibly problematic,” Marinette muttered.  She sighed and massaged her forehead.  “It appears you’re going to get your chance sooner than expected.  Come on, let’s go into my room and I can transform.  I’ll head out and you guys can change after I leave.”

A flash of light and two stunned foreign heroes later, she was on a distant roof assessing Mistletoe Mayhem.  “Well, at least it seems pretty straight forward,” Chat commented landing next to her.  “It’s like a Christmas present to us.  Santa remembered us,” he swooned dramatically.

Ladybug snorted but nodded in agreement then nodded to Rena Rouge and Carapace as they also joined them.  “And doesn’t appear to be too violent, though forcing people to kiss someone else against their will like this kind of is assault.”

“Not kind of,” Carapace scoffed.

“Ah, yeah, not cute and quirky at all,” Chat nodded.  “I can see that.”

“And Pegasus had a theory on the object,” Rena interjected.

“Pegasus is here too?” Chat asked, head whipping around, but freezing at seeing two figures emerge from the shadows.  “Is that Superboy?  Superboy is here?”  He froze.  “Wait… is having a superpowered hero here good or bad?”

“Yes,” Carapace nodded sagely but eyed the two foreign heroes warily.

“Oh my God,” Rena squealed.  “I have to…”

“Hopefully good,” Ladybug interrupted before she could get carried away with the interview she knew Rena was dying to do.  “Superboy, this is Chat Noir, Carapace, and Rena Rouge.  Robin, you’ve met Chat, of course, and this is Carapace and Rena.  They’re here to help track down Hawk Moth while we’re fighting the akuma.”

“Awesome, dudette,” Carapace nodded.  “Welcome, dudes.  Let me know if you need help doing your thing.”

“Thanks,” Superboy smiled.  “We’ll let you know.”

“We will complete our task.  You need to focus on your task,” Robin commanded.  “Splitting your attention can cause harm to your teammates.”

Carapace raised an eyebrow and met Chat’s gaze.  “Right,” Chat drawled.  He turned his attention fully to Robin.  “So…”

“Look out!” Ladybug yelled and dove for Chat.  She managed to get to him just in time, knocking him to the ground moments before the beam could hit him, as everyone scattered to safety.  They rolled together a few meters and froze, bracing themselves for any indication of the bells that were plaguing so many other Parisians.

When there was no indication of ringing, Ladybug let out a breath and finally opened her eyes to see a hand extended in front of her.  She lifted her eyes as she took the proffered hand finally meeting Robin’s gaze… and groaned as bells instantly started ringing above her.  “I thought we got away with it,” she grumbled.

“This is why you don’t split your attention,” Robin growled at Chat.  “If the akuma was more dangerous she could have been hurt or killed.”

“But he’s not and she wasn’t, and if he had been, I wouldn’t have been,” Chat chuckled.  “And at least we know how to make them stop.  You just have to…”

“No,” Robin interrupted.

Ladybug quirked her lips to the side in thought.  Surely it didn’t have to be on the lips… did it?  It’s still a kiss when her Maman would kiss her cheek or her Papa would kiss her forehead.  They could… do that, right?  Even if she wanted to do more, it wasn’t fair to force him.  “We could try…”

“Absolutely not,” he stated definitively.  “That is not an acceptable option.”

Marinette blinked at him.  She didn’t exactly want to be forced to kiss in front of everyone either, but he spit it out like the very idea of kissing her disgusted him.  She’d thought they were building toward something, that there was a fondness, sometimes she even thought it was more like affection, a restrained flirting.  But she had clearly misinterpreted his actions.  It wasn’t that he kept his emotions close to his chest, opening up to her occasionally.  He just wasn’t interested.

“Right,” she nodded curtly and took a step away from him.  The bells rang louder, but she would rather deal with the clatter than make Damian uncomfortable.  “Well then, we will have to plan to stick close together.”  She glowered at the bells loudly ringing.  “Maybe that will either blend in with the rest or we can use it to our advantage later, assuming Chat doesn’t get hit.”

“As I was saying before,” Rena popped in with Carapace on her heels, “Pegasus had an idea what the object might be, which is why we came out.”

“Without knowing who it is?” Chat asked.

“Without knowing who it is,” she confirmed.  “If you look at his costume, it’s covered in Mistletoe, right?”  The group, except for Robin and Carapace nodded like it was a given.  “But that’s not mistletoe.  The berries on all those are red.”

“Well, yeah, Mistletoe berries are red, aren’t they?” Superboy asked, uncertain for the first time about something he’d been confident in for his entire life.  “I see them everywhere.”

“Apparently not.  Red just sells better on decorations.  The berries are actually white,” Rena grinned.  “And if you look carefully, the sprig of mistletoe at the center of his chest is the only one with white berries.”

Ladybug rose up to look over the edge of the roof they were hiding behind, her eyes narrowed as she studied the akuma.  Robin joined her, positioning himself so he was brushing against her despite having plenty of room around them, a fact Chat proved by popping up next to them a few moments later with a good distance between him and Robin.  “See it?”

“Yes,” Ladybug and Robin answered at the same time.

“Perfect,” Chat cheered.  “What’s the plan?”

Ladybug turned away as she planned while Robin kept his eyes toward the akuma.  It only took a few seconds before her scrunched expression smoothed out into a bright smile.  “Superboy, you start searching.  We need you focused entirely on that.”  He looked between her and Robin, a smirk growing on his lips.  Robin always thought he knew best and wanted to lead, even when he was teamed with older heroes, so to see him accept Ladybug’s lead with no pushback was, yet more proof magic existed, and she was the embodiment of it.  He saluted Ladybug and flew off.

“Chat, you’ll use your clowning to our advantage.  You can distract like nobody else.”

“Yes ma’am,” he nodded and spun his staff.  “Always happy to be the center of attention.”

Carapace scoffed, but immediately snapped to attention when Ladybug turned her focus to him.  “Carapace, can you create a barrier around the device he’s using to shoot out the mistletoe so he can’t get anyone else?”

Carapace looked down at his shell analytically for a few seconds before slowly nodding.  “I think I can.”

“You think…” Robin hissed, finally breaking his focus on the horizon to glare at Carapace.

“I do,” Carapace nodded and met Robin’s glare with a smirk.  “You’re not the first to ask.  Several teachers have asked the same thing.  Also, don’t split your attention.”  He nodded toward the akuma with a smirk.  “Dangerous to do that.”

Robin growled and took a step toward him but Ladybug’s hand brushing against his chest stopped him instantly.  “Robin and I will grab the item.”  She shot Robin a look to gauge his agreement.  She needed him completely in agreement on this.  They were going to have to work in sync despite never having worked together before.  He didn’t meet her eyes, having returned his gaze to their surroundings, but he gave a curt head bob.  “Okay, Chat, Rena, you know what to do.  Robin, you ready?”

It took only a few minutes for everyone to be in position and Rena’s flute to whistle, or at least Ladybug assumed it whistled, she couldn’t quite hear much above the bells.  With a breath and a nod to Robin, Ladybug made her approach.  She jumped toward the akuma.  “To the left,” she announced loudly.

Robin reacted a step behind her jumping to the opposite side to balance her, still within the distance they’d been allowed by the akuma’s curse, but midjump he was suddenly yanked to the left and into the akuma’s shoulder.  He moved quickly to avoid the akuma’s blind swing.  At the same moment, Ladybug was yanked back toward him just enough to put her within the akuma’s reach.  His wild movement caught her hard enough to send her flying several streets away.  Robin prepared himself for the pull just in time as he arced through the air after her and landed incredibly elegantly considering the circumstances.

He rushed over to Ladybug, who had crashed into a wall significantly less elegantly, leaving a very distinct and deep impression in the bricks.  “Are you okay?” he asked, though it came out closer to a scream in order to be heard over the bells.  His eyes scanned her body, giving her head special attention.

“Yeah,” Ladybug grumbled.  “Magic suit and all.”  She took a breath and brushed the rubble off her body.  She tried to ignore the shock of electricity that shot through her when Robin joined her, brushing his nimble fingers against her shoulders and hair.  “What happened?”

He huffed before answering.  His hands clenched as he pulled them from his work helping her.  “When I work with a partner, usually, we go in opposite directions so we don’t give our opponent an easy target.”

“But we can’t get too far apart,” she answered back louder and perhaps harsher than she meant to, but it was frustrating not only to be in the situation but to be heard over the bells.

“I didn’t anticipate the curse shrinking the allowed distance.  I will anticipate next time,” he groused, barely loud enough to be heard, but the hard set of his expression was impossible to miss.

“I need you to stay with me.  We need to move as one,” she yelled.

“That is unrealistic,” he yelled back.  “It takes years to be able to anticipate each other’s movements like that.”

Ladybug sighed and looked down, eyes squeezed shut in thought.  He wasn’t exactly wrong.  The kind of anticipation they would need to move as one, considering the erratically shrinking distance, took experience.  She and Chat had learned to move in sync pretty quickly, but they were literally chosen because they were perfect compliments, and regardless it still took them a few battles to move together.

But if she and Robin couldn’t work in tandem, there was no way they could succeed.  They would have to switch their task with someone else.  The problem was everyone was already where they worked best, except them.  So, the team was going to have to take less optimal roles to fill in the gaps.  And at this point, the bells were ringing so loud she could barely hear her own thoughts, let alone what anyone was saying to her, so maybe it was best if they sat it out.

“If you… we,” she corrected quickly, “want to avoid the kiss…” she turned away from him pretending not to notice the way his head snapped toward her at her statement, “then we…”

“We should do it,” he barked.

She blinked at him.  “The kiss?” she asked uncertainly.

He nodded, his eyes still searing into her like he was searching for something.  “We don’t have to if you want to avoid it, but we cannot contribute ideally like this.”

She nodded.  He was right.  She just wished it wasn’t so thoroughly against his will.  “Okay,” she said quietly, definitely not loudly enough to be heard, but he clearly understood.

He stepped up to her carefully keeping his body from actually touching her.  He searched her face for a moment before closing his eyes and slowly dipping down to brush his lips gently against hers.  It was barely enough to feel, but it caused a flush that spread throughout her entire body.

It took a beat before she opened her eyes and instantly frowned realizing the bells were still ringing.  Robin was already glaring at them when she lifted her eyes to analyze them, like there might be some instructions written on them somewhere.  “Maybe we need to…” she started, but Robin was ahead of her.

He wound one hand in her hair and the other around her waist, pulling her against him.  She rose up at the same time to crash her lips against his, this time more heated.  His hand in her hair tightened and pulled just enough to angle her head differently allowing him to deepen the kiss.

She let out a quiet whimper that seemed to break something in him.  He released her hair and instead wrapped it around her lower back to pull her closer as he turned them so he could press her against the brick wall.  She wound her arms around his shoulders and arced into him to get as close as possible, seeking some kind of relief from the tingling rush throughout her body, or maybe seeking more.

After an entirely too short amount of time, Robin pulled away just enough to breathe, eyes still closed and breath still coming out in heavy pants.  It took Ladybug a few seconds before she found the resolve to lift her eyes to his face and a few more for him to open his eyes.  “We should…” she started, voice nothing more than a whisper.

He hummed in agreement but didn’t move, not to release her or look away, until a peel of maniacal laughter sounded throughout the city.  A heavy, regretful sigh passed his lips and finally let his hands drop.

“I can stand guard while you get the mistletoe,” he said breathlessly.  “Backup for you.”

Ladybug nodded mindlessly for a few seconds before her brain caught up with what he had said.  “Yeah.  That’s…”  She cleared her throat and took a small step back, allowing the distance to help clear her head.  “That sounds good.  I’ll um…” she pulled out her yoyo and lifted it up for him to see, “I’ll let the team know.”

With their new freedom, the team was able to take down the akuma in a matter of seconds and after talking to the victim, returned to the roof to recoup, minus a still missing Superboy.  “Great job, guys.  Sorry for our mess up.”  Ladybug smiled sheepishly at them.

“Nah, dudette,” Carapace shrugged.  “That was a crazy challenge you had.  Fun for us to watch, though.”

“I want the full story later,” Rena whispered into Ladybug’s ear with a devilish grin.  Ladybug flushed as red as her suit but nodded before shoving her away.  Rena winked at Robin then grabbed Carapace’s hand and bounced away.

“Right, well I need to finish getting ready for the party tonight.  Going to go take down the mistletoe though.  It doesn’t sound so appealing anymore,” Chat grumbled.  “You’re welcome to come too,” he offered to Robin.  “And Superboy too, if he wants.”  He saluted to them and jumped in the opposite direction leaving Ladybug alone with Robin.

Ladybug watched him leave for a few seconds before allowing her eyes to dart toward Robin.  “Why don’t we go back to my place, and we can change?”

He nodded and followed after her, silent for the entire trip, even dropping through the door in her ceiling without a word.  She transformed back to Marinette, which seemed to take some of her bravado with it.  She rocked on her heels waiting for him to break the silence.  When he didn’t after a few seconds, she couldn’t take the silence any longer, which she acknowledged was pretty ironic considering how desperately she’d been hoping for silence just an hour earlier.  “So… the kiss,” she prompted.

He huffed but didn’t respond verbally other than that, preferring to scowl at the ground and cross his arms over his chest like a shield.  Ladybug let out a sad sigh.  Her heart fractured at his sound.  It was definitively the best kiss she’d ever had, but clearly, it hadn’t had the same effect on him.  “I’m sorry,” she offered sincerely.  “I know…”

“No, you don’t,” Robin stopped her.  He took a breath and removed his mask so he could meet her eyes with nothing between them.  “I didn’t want the… first,” the word came out a combination of tortured and hopeful.  His eyes darted away but she recognized the tension in his frame.  It was the same tension she often held, though he wore it a bit more elegantly than she did.  It was an anxious tension rather than a disgusted tension.  “…time we kissed to not be our choice.”

“First?” she uttered, eyes blown wide in shock.

 “You said it was assault,” he continued.  “I don’t want to make you feel like that.  I didn’t want you to kiss me because you had to.  I wanted it to be because you wanted to, but…”

“I did,” she burst out.  His eyes whipped to hers, hope swimming in them.  “I just wasn’t sure if you… wanted… to,” she finished anxiously.

His lips curled up into a soft smile.  He crossed the room in two quick strides, hands already reaching to cup her face before he even took his first step.  “And you still do?” he asked, voice searching.

She smiled brightly back up at him.  “I do.  Very much so.  For a while now.”

He grinned back and kissed her again, just because they wanted to.  His lips met hers, gentle but firm, confident in the presence of more in the future.

Marinette slid her hands up his arms and squeezed his.  She broke the kiss unintentionally with her brimming smile.  “Do you want to go with me to Chat’s party tonight?”

His eyes hardened just a little, just enough to signal a shift in mood.  “Are you okay with me knowing his identity?  And from the sounds of it, the rest of your team hang out together so they will likely be there as well.”

Marinette shrugged.  “They seem okay with it, and I’ve already trusted you with mine.  And I want you to meet my friends.  But if you don’t…”

“I do,” he assured her. “I just want to make sure you are sure.”  He settled a tender kiss on her lips to confirm his statement.  He pulled away with a playful look.  “Do you think we can convince Chat to leave some mistletoe out?  Just for us?  All night?”

She hummed in approval and nestled into his arms.  “Probably.  And if not, we can buy some for ourselves.”

[do-you-ship-this-comic-ship]

[eighthchair]

Petition to have all of Marinette's friends who know about Ladybug call her "BugNette" because it Just Makes Sense

[wheredostarsgowhenyoudie]

One day at the park after class when the weather is fine...

Marinette: Tell me something I don't know.

Jon: (lifts a brow)

Marinette: What? Go on.

Jon (smirks): Alright. Damian loves you.

Marinette:

Marinette: No he doesn't.

Jon: Alright. Let's treat this logically. Why would he call you Angel if he isn't infatuated?

Marinette (calmly answers): Because we're friends and that is his friendly nickname for me.

Jon (looks offended): How the hell is vomited alien from planet K friendly to me then?

Marinette (chuckles): Ask him.

Damian (walks right on time, throws his things on the table and sits beside Mari): Here's your bag, Angel. And I got you ice cream. Strawberry vanilla with chocolate and pistachio, just as you like.

Marinette (beams and kisses his cheek, like a friend of course): Thank you.

Damian (blushes and coughs but hides it in a book.)

Jon (looking at Mari): Tell me I'm wrong again. It's obviously mutual.

Mari (licking ice cream): No, it's not.

Damian: What are we talking about?

Jon: The fact that you're an unfair friend since you didn't get me ice cream.

Damian (scoffs, pulls out a chocolate bar from his bag and flicks it at Jon.)

Jon: Oh, chocolate! You know me so well. Thanks!

Marinette: (laughs and leans her head on Damian's shoulder)

Damian (adjusts to accommodate her): Sleepy?

Marinette: Jon told me something today.

Damian: What is it?

Jon: That you love her.

Damian (freezes.)

Marinette (burries her face in her hair and tries to pull back.)

Damian (recovers): Oh.

Jon (looks outraged at the nonchalance): Oh? What oh? YES OH!

Damian: Well, he's not wrong.

Marinette: (freezes then)

Damian (calls softly, looking her in the eyes): Angel...

Marinette: Ye-yes?

Damian: Does that make you uncomfortable?

Marinette: Uhm...n-no. It really doesn't.

Damian: Ok then.

Damian (smiles subtly. Mari thinks he looks radiant. He picks up her hand, and she lets him.)

Jon (jumps up from his sit, eyes wide like an owl before exploding into manly squeals on their behalf): YES!!! I WIN! The bats owe me a hundred bucks each!

[wintermelonbear]

Maybe Meant to Be

Pairings: Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Damian Wayne, Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Adrien Agreste

Summary: Adrien finds out about his soulmates entire secret life, and realizes maybe he doesn't know as much about her as he thought

“GET IN THE CAR!” Adrien’s arm was yanked towards a sleek black SUV by the spotted heroine. He quickly jerks his head to the side to see his parents and Madame and Monsieur Dupain-Cheng being ushered into the car by a boy not much older than him clad in grey and red.

Before he’s even buckled in the car starts off with a loud screech against the pavement. He can hear his father’s shoulder as it hits the side of the car. “With all due respect Ladybug and Robin, what business does our family have with the Teen Titans?” 

“Where is our daughter?!” Sabine is basically in tears at this point and whips out her phone to check for any messages from Marinette. Swiftly, Adrien whips out his phone as well to see if there are any missed calls from his soulmate while he was stuck in his most recent photoshoot. 

A slight look of panic crosses Ladybug’s face until she gives them some reassurance, “Marinette is safe, there’s no need to panic, I promise!” Strange promise to make given their behavior a mere minute ago insisting the Agrestes and Dupain-Chengs drop everything and flee. 

The dark-haired teen boy chimes into the conversation with the click of his tongue and gives a quick glance to the rear-view mirror “Tt, we cannot discuss anything in detail here it could jeopardize the safety of Miss Marinette Dupain-Cheng and your own safety.” He tears his gaze from the mirror and puts it back onto the long stretch of road as Ladybug’s elbow digs into his side. Ladybug lets out a hiss, and most likely with the intent of keeping it a secret from the inhabitants of the car she bites out “Robin! Why would you say that, they are going to freak out and worry. What’s wrong with you, you heartless bastard.”

“Oh? I am heartless now? You certainly did not feel that way last night when–” a hand clamps over his mouth before he can complete his thought. “That’s enough. You know what you did and why this is happening.” Touching a comm in her ear Ladybug switches straight into a commanding tone “Titan B1 and B2 reporting to OG can you get us permission for the west warp gate at coordinates….” She turns to the center console of the car and flicks a switch unveiling a panel of controls that rivaled every sci-fi fantasy movie Adrien had ever seen. “Alright everyone buckled in? Get ready to hold on the ride can be a bit bumpy. Also, you may want to close your eyes because it gets quite bright.” True to her words, once they entered the tunnel in front of them instead of being met by darkness it was like they had walked into the sun itself. By the time Adrien opened his eyes again he was in front of a large building that melded into the surrounding storm.

With a grunt, Robin pulled the car into park and swiftly unbuckled himself. After going around the car to open the door for Ladybug and then Marinette’s parents he finally decided to speak up again “Welcome to the Fortress of Solitude, please follow us.” “It’s not as scary or depressing as it sounds, I swear.” Ladybug cheerfully chirped. “This next part you’ll have to close your eyes, here I have blindfolds for everyone. Oh, and put on these cloaks, it's cold.”

Adrien understands that Ladybug is known to be a friendly hero, but the overfamiliar way she was touching all of them felt oddly reminiscent of a certain girl in his life. So much so he struggles to not lean into her touch as she drapes the last cloak around him. 

From this point on for the next 15 minutes all the civilians could sense were the beeps of machinery and mild arguing between the teen heroes as they worked through security clearance. After one last heavy door slamming behind them Ladybug begins to remove their blindfolds. “Take your time opening your eyes, they’ll need to adjust to the lighting in here.” Peeking through his lashes Adrien could see Ladybug nervously glancing at Robin as he gives her a stern look with his arms crossed. 

“I think it’s time you tell them.” This voice is unfamiliar enough that Adrien fully opens his eyes to see the statement came from an older hero, Nightwing. Looking around the room he sees that it is set up like a living room with a large couch in the center, a dining table to the side, and a kitchenette with counter seating in the far back.

“We just got here we should let them get comfortable first!” 

“You’ll just keep pushing it and we don’t know how much time we have until Blue Beetle gets here with his family and we have to do this all over again.” Robin gives Ladybug a pointed look. 

Jabbing Robin’s chest Ladybug chastizes him. “Well, we never would have been in this situation if you weren’t an untrusting jerkwad to begin with!” Robin begins to straighten up his posture to look down on Ladybug and he opens his mouth to retort- 

“WOAH! OKAY THERE! Let’s calm down.” Approaching them with his hands in front of his chest Nightwing positions himself between them. Wrapping an arm around the black-haired teen he  “Robin, let’s give Marinette some time with her family.” 

With her eyes wide open Ladybug growls out “You’re really living up to your name right now.”

With one last glance back Robin bites out “And keep your morals away from me. I don’t care about being nice and friendly like you do. Tt.” With that last remark he quickly turns his head and leaves the room with Dick. 

Fuming, Marinette nearly forgets her identity being outed until she is met with the shell-shocked faces of her parents, her soulmate, and her soulmate’s parents. With a nervous chuckle, Marinette whispers, “well…haha funny story…I can explain?” A light envelops Ladybug and as the illusion cast by the Miraculous’ glamor falls, and a sheepish Marinette is all that is left standing. Seeing Adrien’s disbelief written across his face with his mouth agape she lifts a glove-covered hand to his face to close it and brings her hand back to chest level to peel off the black kevlar glove donning the hand and reveals a mark Adrien has known front, back, and sideways since he first got it at the age of eight. “Well, I’m not sure who is going to collapse first because my dad looks like he has just seen a ghost and you’re questioning everything right now so how about we sit down.” Marinette guides them to a plush couch in the middle of the room. “Let me get you guys some refreshments. Give you time to think about this, I’m sure you all have a lot of questions.” 

By the time Marinette returns with a tray of tea and some prepackaged sweets Adrien is the only one left upright. Gabriel had his head in his hands with Emilie leaning over to rub his back, and Tom was folded into the arms of Sabine as she comforted him. 

“How long?” Adrien’s sudden inquiry nearly has Marinette dropping a glass onto the sterile floors of the fortress. 

“Oh okay straight into it. We’re 17 now so about…one, two,....five years?” 

Adrien’s eyes immediately flooded with hurt.

Immediately, Marinette knelt in front of him and took his hands in her so that their soul marks made contact. “Hey, listen to me for a second okay, and this goes for everyone on this couch right now. It’s not like I left you guys in the dark because I don’t trust you or because I don’t love you.” Looking around she makes eye contact with everyone so she knows they’re tuned into her words, “There’s so many reasons why, honestly, I never wanted you guys to find out about my secret identity. It’s not safe for you guys to know and I don’t want you to feel any worry when I have to be out there fighting.” 

“How did this even happen? When could this have started? How did you get powers?” With his hands holding a fistful of his own hair each, Gabriel can’t help but let out rapid-fire questions. 

“I CAN ANSWER THAT!” Tikki flies out from where she was hiding in Marinette’s zip-up jacket. 

“AAHHH!!! BUG-MOUSE THING?? WHAT IS THAT?” 

“That is so rude. I am not a that. I am a god, a Kwami to be more exact! Why do you humans always react like that.”

“Guys this is Tikki, the kwami of the Ladybug miraculous, she represents creation itself and through my earrings, she grants me powers. I have been in her care for the last five years. She is my best friend and closest ally.”

“I love Marinette! I would never let something bad happen to her.” Tikki exclaims as she flies up to hug Marinette’s cheek. 

“When I was 12 I met a man, the one you would know as Fu, at the time was guarding the Miraculous, a set of jewelry that much like my earrings can grant people power beyond what's normally possible for humans. He said the stars had told him I was to be the next guardian. It was written in my soul.” Marinette takes a deep breath before continuing her tale. “Honestly it took some convincing until he pulled out a slab that detailed what my life would be like as a hero. From then on he began to train me to take over as grand guardian and when I turned 16 he officially handed the role down. That's why you guys haven't seen him in a little over a year. Every time, for the last year at least, that I was “at Grandpa Fu’s” I was actually going on missions or training with the Teen Titans.” Breathing out, Marinette continues, “The reason why you’re here is because someone broke into the Hall of Justice last night, we’re not entirely sure who yet, or what information they obtained. The only thing we do know is that the Teen Titan’s folder was breached and because,” She begins to grit her teeth “Batman and his spawn –you know him as Robin– are nosy little pricks the folders included information about our members’ families and close associate. So we grabbed you guys in case they were able to obtain that level of information and wanted to use your safety as leverage.” Puffing out her cheeks she mumbles, “I know they could probably figure out my family without the listing, and I know he didn’t do it maliciously…but I am still mad at Robin. Even though he’s my best friend…”

At this point, a calmer Robin has re-entered the room nursing a mug and a volume of manga titled “I Chose You.” Adrien recognizes that story, while the content made him mildly queasy it was extremely well written with a moving story. The only thing that he didn't sit well with was the main theme of the story itself. The story follows a young woman Mako, her soulmate Ryo, and a young man Akito. The story is comprised of a love triangle between the three main characters until Mako defies fate and chooses Akito as her partner, hence the title. While it has won many accolades it continues to be a controversial title to many romance readers as very few people in real life choose to go against fate and be with someone who isn't their soulmate. Adrien himself can't imagine a life without Marinette by his side.

Without acknowledging the civilians Robin plops himself right next to Marinette and continues reading his book. Adrien makes a few attempts at conversation only to be met with silence and Marinette's reassurance that it's not his fault.

After a bit more chatting Nightwing jogs in, “Hey guys sorry to bother you, but Jaime is going to need this room next.”

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As they walk down the barren hallways hovering over Ladybug’'s shoulder Adrien whispers into her ear, “So, who is he exactly? I know he’s Robin, but…” 

“Who am I? I'm simply the better option.” Robin looks back at Adrien with a gaze sharp enough to cut steel. The better option for what? Marinette? Adrien is literally her soulmate. It's written in the stars for them to be together.

“Oh hush.” Marinette chides Robin before turning back to them. “We got into a fight the other night so I may have been harsh with him, but despite his asshole exterior and mainly asshole interior, he’s actually quite the decent guy once he starts to care about you. Very much giving the grinch who stole Christmas.”

“DAMIANNNNN!” A voice booms from a distance as Robin and Ladybug facepalm. A flash of blue and red tackles Robin as Robin brings his fist onto the head of what looks like Superboy. 

“Identities you dunce! This is her civilian family.”

Pinching the bridge of her nose Marinette sighs.

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A few hours later the Agrestes and the Dupain-Chengs are sitting across from the Reyes family who just learned about Jaime’s superabilities and double life. The Agrestes act as translators for the Dupain-Chengs who have much weaker English skills. They talk about the shock they’re under and concerns for their children’s safety. 

Nightwing tries to reassure them. “Your children are in safe hands I would never let them get hurt if it is in my control. Being a part of the Teen Titans gives powerful young adults the chance to use their powers for the greater good and train for when they’ll be needed in larger-scale attacks. I know you are concerned, but your children are extremely capable heroes.” 

“Got it.” With those words Damian projects the CCTV footage he's been analyzing onto the wall and continues typing away on his computer. On the wall is a clip of a group of ten individuals clad in all black running down a white pristine hall and then the footage cuts to those same individuals in a control room. 

The teen heroes in the room clamor around the projection. “So then what are we waiting for, why aren't we leaving now?!” The Blue Beetle is clearly worked up, most likely because of the endangerment of his family.

“Well normally we would need to figure out who these people are who breached, but considering Robin’s personality I’m sure he already has an answer,” Marinette answers with an air of confidence, an attitude Adrien has not seen her carry since Lila entered their school. 

Adrien tunes out some of the conversation from here as he realizes the exact reason why Marinette 

seemed somewhat unbothered when he told her that the reason their friends don’t invite her to hang out anymore is because she can’t get along with Lila. She had friends here, not just friends, an entire life he didn’t know about. 

“...the Scarlet Toad Society.” By the time Adrien tunes back into the conversation Marinette is staring intensely at an enhanced image of a wrist from the CCTV footage. “Every member of their society wears that bracelet. They’re mainly active in South-East Asia. It is weird that they made the trip to North America to infiltrate the Hall of Justice. Which means–”

“They have a target in mind. The Teen Titan folder would not be the easiest one to grab. They were looking for it.” Robin cuts her off. “But they have yet to visit Jaime’s family nor yours or the Agrestes. None of the traps in the Titan Tower have gone off either. Does anyone have contacts in South-East Asia we should be worried about?” Ravager and Superboy shake their heads.

“Wouldn’t you already know?” Jaime coldly asks Robin. 

Robin opens up his mouth to retort, but before he can Marinette steps in between them and covers his mouth with the back of her hand. “He knows that this isn’t entirely your fault, but his family is potentially in danger let him have this.” Silently fuming Damian scowls before turning back to the monitor in front of him. Clearing her throat Marinette continues, “I can’t think of any contacts I have there, but I can ask The Order to keep an eye on the happenings there, you may want to do the same with any shadows you can contact. For now, I think the best thing we can do is wait. I would offer to go in undercover, but I think we’ll be needing more information first.”

Marinette turns Damian’s chair around so that he is facing everyone and wraps her arms around his neck from behind to calm him. With this action, Adrien feels his heart drop down to his stomach. ��Jaime, Ravager, Superboy how about you show our guests to their sleeping quarters? Dames and I–” Damian cuts her off with a glare, “Hey, Superboy over there already outed your first name, as long as they don’t find out the rest I don’t see why we can’t call you Dames. Anyway, we will work on getting some dinner settled, you can come back here in an hour or so after getting settled. Sound good?” 

“Aye Aye Captain!” Shouted Ravager and Superboy in a mock salute, and with that Damian and Marinette headed back in the direction of the kitchen while the civilians and remaining heroes shuffled into yet another hallway. 

From the distance Adrien can hear Marinette shout, “Take good care of my family Superboy!”

“I’ve got Mari’s family, you can go with Jaime Rav!” Shouts Superboy. After the short tour of their assigned space, he asks them if they have any questions. 

“This uh, it may sound silly, but could I ask… what’s Mari’s relationship with Robin? They seem pretty close. I think I might’ve even heard her call him her best friend.” Adrien feels ridiculous for even asking, but the sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach just won’t go away.

Jon dramatically gasps, “She said that?? He’s supposed to be my best friend! They’re more like– more like– Ah! I got it! A bickering elderly couple!” 

“A-Are they–” Adrien stutters out in disbelief. Marinette would tell him if she was in a relationship right? They’re soulmates, they’re supposed to tell each other everything! But…but…Adrien realizes they haven’t been telling each other everything. Marinette has been hiding being a superhero for over 5 years. Maybe he doesn’t know her as well as he thought he did. 

“O-Oh! Oh gosh, I am so sorry I forgot you’re her soulmate. It’s not that they are an elderly bickering couple, they just act like it! But also maybe they…well I’m not sure if it’s my place to tell you I wouldn’t be a very good best friend if I did.” Jon looks extremely conflicted, but tries to figure out what to say so that Marinette won’t kill him on site the next time they meet. “Well you know I think if anything she would tell you! Marinette is a good person! Oh would you look at the time, we should head back, dinner could be any moment now!”

At dinner that night all Adrien could taste was the bitter realization that maybe he didn’t know Marinette as well as he thought he did.

[pokenoire]

Ok I just don't really understand why people choose something like, Damian Wayne X Marinette aka or Marin [Male Marinette], or Maribat family instead of Peter Parker (even though i know the origin) because well, someone explained to me that a random created Damianette and people approved something like that)

But Miraculous was inspired by Spider-Man... so am I the only one who still thinks about Marinette X Peter in some sense ?

LMAO

I don't mind reading Damianette I'm just thinking about it

[batsandbugs]

Incorrect Daminette Quotes - Part ?/?

Damian: You amaze and scare me.

Damian: I can’t tell if I’m attracted to it or want to run away.

Marinette: I’m hoping it’s the former, but I do like when people are adequately frightened of what I can do.

Damian, blushing heavily: y-yeah, definitely both.

[starwarsmum]

I'm hoping this reaches someone who can help me!

I have been legit CONSUMING daminette fanfics recently and I came across one that I forgot to bookmark and subsequently cannot find it. I've been searching for 2 days and it's making me act really shitty.

So, does anyone know the one where Damian left Gotham, the batfam searched for him but couldn't find him, like 4 years later Jason searches with his actual name (Damian Wayne) and gets a hit in Paris. He shows up, daminette have a kid and Damian is happy and yay.

I so badly wanna reread it/add it to my bookmarks and I can't. Fudging. Find it.

Thanks in advance for anyone who reads this mess ❤️

*UPDATE*

Looks like the fic was deleted on, or just after, the 4th of July 😭 thank you everyone for your help with this, if you happen to have the fic downloaded, PLEASE let us know

[the-glass-is-actually-full]

Damian at Marinette's bakery. Sabine: What would you like your cake to say. -dramatic pause- Damian, looking over to Marinette in awe: You're bakery sells talking cakes?

[millerandmilly]

Marinette in a Robin theme dress👗

[nullsleepy]

The Strike of a Villainess

Chapter 6: MIRACULOUS-

Chapter 1 Chapter 7 Ao3

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“Not again!” Marinette groaned as she fell straight into her pillow, clutching her phone. The screen shined a bright red with “Bad Ending: 09” flashing white. “How was I supposed to know Cedric was one of those dop- dopple-UGH whatever those things are!?”

“Calm down, Master.” Wayzz patted her back before grabbing her phone to show her the image of Cedric she had screenshotted before. “Look here!”

“What is it, Wayzz?” Marinette pouted, moving her head to look at the kwami and her phone screen.

“Notice his eyes, Master. What color are they?” Wayzz grinned at her as he held the screen to her face.

“Green? But what about that?” Marinette sat up, crossing her arms as she sat with her legs together.

“If you look through your screenshots of the Doppelgängers, you’ll notice that they all share the same characteristics: green eyes, a mark on their neck, and they are always smiling!”

Marinette narrowed her eyes, her hand on her chin as she leaned closer. “You’re right, Wayzz. Great job!”

The kwami beamed up at her, flying up at her hand.

“Let’s work together to beat this cellular device, Master!”

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“We need to stop her from infecting others, but how?” Marinette sat on the floor, paper scattered all around her. The cold metal of the pen was warm against her lips as she nibbled on its edge.

“Just kill her. Make a statement to future enemies.” Paris responded, flying up beside her, small arms crossed.

“Kill-? No. There’s definitely a way to defeat her without… doing that.” Marinette laid back on the ground, staring at the ceiling. “If I could just.. purify her, everything would be so easy.”

“Purify? What do you mean?” Paris landed on her forehead, tilting its head as it leaned in. Marinette just groaned as she pouted.

“As ladybug, I could purify an evil object and turn it, and everything it affected, back to normal. As if it never happened.”

“…? So you wish to transform her? Into something normal?”

“Sure. Let’s go with that.” Marinette sat up, catching the kwami as it fell from her head. “Do you know a way to do that?”

“I don’t, but I’m sure the book does.” Paris gestured to the book on her desk, lightly glowing green. “It knows everything.”

“…but what’s the cost?” Marinette looked at the book with narrowed eyes.

“…it’s own existence is a cost. She - I mean the book. The book won’t do anything to you but give you the knowledge you seek.” The kwami looked down, as if solemn.

“Fine then. I’ll trust you. And this book.” Marinette stood up, carefully walking up to the book, reaching out a hand. “But if there is a cost, I promise you’ll regret tricking me.”

“There isn’t.”

Marinette nodded, touching the book as a green gas expanded around the room, forcing her to cover her eyes. A few coughs escaped her lips as the green gas overcame her senses.

After a few moments, Marinette opened her eyes and looked around her to see a blank room, with a pink laptop in front of her. Without hesitation, Marinette sat down and opened the laptop, noticing it was just like her’s.

“Thought some familiarity would help! :^3 -N” She pulled off a sticky note from the screen, crumpling it up as tears started to form.

“Damn it.” Marinette mumbled as she wiped her eyes, looking at the background screen of a picture with her and her friends. She still wished for it all to be some sick joke. Or a nightmare. Or anything but her reality.

The screen flickers before turning into a search engine, typing in “Purification Magic” by itself. As the results appeared, the mouse hovered above download on the top one.

“I guess you’re telling me what to do now.” Marinette spoke into the air before clicking down, downloading the result. She felt a wave of something go across her before she noticed a door to her left.

She gave the laptop a hug before standing up and walking towards the door. Her eyes lingered on the laptop as her hand remained still on the doorknob.

“I’ll finish this and go home. I promise.” Marinette turned away, going through the door.

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“Hey. Hey. Hey.” Marinette’s eyes flickered open as she felt soft touches to her cheek, seeing the kwami on her face.

“Yes?” Marinette sat back up, noticing the paper around her and the book tightly held in her arms.

“You passed out after touching the book. Needed to make sure you didn’t die.” Paris responded, flying away to sit on the desk. “So? Did it work?”

Marinette looked down at the book in her hands, before grinning as she looked up. “For some reason, I think so.”

“Think?”

“Know so. Come on, we have a doppelgänger to catch!” Marinette felt her energy return at the thought of defeating something- of saving others.

Marinette hugged the book tightly, watching it suddenly disappear as something warm made its way onto the skin of her chest. For reasons she couldn’t explain, she wasn’t scared.

“Well? You ready? I’m going to need you if I want this to work!” Marinette grinned at the kwami as she held out her hand, more confident than ever.

“…me? You need me?” Paris flew into her hand, touching her palm.

“Yes, silly! I can’t purify anything if I don’t have a kwami!”

“Wait- WAIT! Are you going to transform? Using me?!”

“Yeah? I need your power to defeat her so I can purify her.”

“But- but I’ve never transformed before- not in- not in a long, LONG time! What if it doesn’t work- or what if-”

“Just listen to me. It’ll be fine, alright? We got this, Paris!”

“Fine…” Paris flew around her, landing on her head. “But don’t say I didn’t warn you.”

“Alright! Let’s do this!!” Marinette’s hand reached out to the door knob as she felt her chest warm again. Her eyes glowed a powerful blue and her smile was as vicious as it was elegant. She could already feel the sparks of battle against her skin.

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Notes: WOHOOOOOO! Finished it on the day of/right now! Also am dealing with medical stuff so I’m struggling so while I’m trying to update every week, idk if I will be able to. Thanks for reading!

[eighthchair]

Damian Al-Ghul Wayne: could kill a bitch, wouldn't hurt a fly

Marinette Dupain-Cheng: couldn't kill a bitch, would if she could