#MLB fluff

[adaobiiii]

─────── Gaming Saturday ⋆｡𖦹°‧★

Prompt : Every Saturday, Marinette, Lila, and Chloe relax with their beloved Gaming Saturdays. A time to relax, laugh, and (sometimes wreak virtual havoc). While Marinette and Chloe attempt to design the perfect Bloxburg mansion, Lila has other plans: scamming unsuspecting kids and gaslighting them into financial ruin.

Pairing : Marinette x Chloe x Lila (PLATONIC!!!!!)

Warnings : None, Fluff, non-magic!au

A/N : So in this au the three girls are best friends who just had some issues in the past (no major bullying or anything of that sort) They all helped each other get better but still have their moments. Lila's favourite form of releasing her anger is bullying children on roblox (Please pretend this is how bloxburg works)

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"Alright, what are we playing today?" Marinette asked, crisscrossing her legs on Lila’s plush bean bag chair. "Something calm? Maybe Stardew Valley? We could build a cute farm together!" she beamed, pulling out her iPad.

"Boring," Chloe drawled, lying dramatically across the bed, her arms draped over her face like a 19th-century woman in distress. "Marinette, please. I came here to win. I came here to dominate. I came here to—"

"Commit virtual crimes?" Lila cut in, already logging into Roblox with a wicked grin.

"Exactly!" Chloe quickly sat up, suddenly interested. "Wait, what game are you opening?"

Marinette moved closed, standing behind the two girls and squinting at the screen. "Oh no. Oh no, no, no. Lila, tell me you're not going to bully kids again."

Lila, still grinning, adjusted her headset. "It's free therapy. I can't afford a real therapist, so this is the next best thing."

"You can afford therapy, you just don't want to go," Marinette deadpanned as she opened the life-simulator game, sitting back on the bean bag.

"Same thing. Anyway, welcome to Bloxburg. I’m about to emotionally devastate some eight-year-olds."

Chloe peered over Lila’s shoulder as she editted her avatar: a suspiciously perfect girl with impossibly shiny hair and a designer outfit that absolutely did not belong in a kid's game. "Why does your character look like a billionaire influencer?"

"Because I want them to know they can never reach my level." Lila smirked and entered the game. "Also because I spent like 200 dollars on roblox…. Anyways, let’s see who I can ruin today."

"Oh my gosh," Marinette groaned, rubbing her temples.

Within minutes, Lila had inserted herself into a rich roleplayer’s mansion and convinced a small child to "adopt" her. Five minutes after that, she had maxed out their in-game credit card, crashed their virtual car into a river, and was currently gaslighting them into believing it was their fault.

Meanwhile, in a much more peaceful corner of Bloxburg, Marinette and Chloe were hard at work decorating their shared in-game house. Chloe had insisted on an over-the-top, luxurious mansion, while Marinette tried to add cozy and more practical elements.

"Chloe, we do not need a gold-plated bathtub," Marinette huffed, rotating a small plant in the virtual living room.

"Yes, we do. It’s called taste, Marinette. Look it up," Chloe retorted, placing yet another chandelier.

Marinette sighed, shaking her head as she adjusted the kitchen counters. "Fine, but if this turns into an actual palace, I’m making a bakery next door."

"As long as I get free croissants, deal."

Just as Marinette was about to add pastel wallpaper to the hallway, a loud, familiar shriek interrupted her thoughts.

"No, Timmy, listen. You gave me the money. I was just trying to buy us a nice house! How was I supposed to know you’d have to restart your whole save file?" the brunette typed quickly into the chat box.

"Lila!" Marinette shrieked, watching in horror from her own screen as the tiny avatar started sobbing in the chat.

Chloe, meanwhile, was cackling. "You’re a menace! I LOVE IT."

"I prefer the term 'agent of chaos.'" Lila flipped her hair and accepted another in-game donation from an unsuspecting player. "Ooh, more money. Thanks, Alexis, you’re a real one."

"Lila, you're running a literal pyramid scheme on a game for CHILDREN," Marinette cried, while Chloe wiped tears of laughter from her eyes.

"It's better than when I was running one in school" she shrugged, a smirk on her face as she continued to coerce the poor unknowing child to donate more.

"You have to respect the hustle," Chloe wheezed.

"Timmy is still crying!"

Lila sighed and typed, it's okay Timmy, think of this as a life lesson before abandoning the game completely.

"You're a horrible person," Marinette groaned, but she was laughing now too.

"Thank you." Lila beamed. "Now, who's up for running Adopt Me?"

[sincerely-sofie]

Would Celebi help out the rabbit kwami?

Celebi would take one look at Fluff and silently mark her down as being “Unworthy Competition” in the cuteness tier list battle before gossiping with her as they travel through space-time together.

[sillyangstfic]

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug Rating: General Audiences Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir & Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug Words: 4,008

Summary:

Dandelion wasn’t a seamstress by any means, but she was pretty proud of the black see-through eyes she had sown into her white square of fabric. She was going to be the best sheet ghost ever. …Well, Chat Noir was, anyway. Father had forbidden her from doing something as frivolous as trick-or-treating a long time ago.

She used to spend the night eating candy with her mother while they curled up and watched corny Halloween movies. Nathalie had offered to do it with her, but it wasn’t the same.

Not that it mattered anyway. Chat Noir had Halloween plans, even if Dandelion didn’t. She was going to meet up with Ladybug in costume and do a Halloween patrol together. …Well, maybe patrol was stretching it a little.

They were totally going trick-or-treating.

[fandom-fluff-of-the-day]

This week's Fluff is another request by @fireflychaosdemon and this time it's Alya and Nino from MLB which I will gladly post more often

[miraculousstories]

Miraculous Ships

Alright so I wrote this at 2AM enjoy!!!

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What people Think the miraculous ships are:

Ladynoir: cute, flirty romance

Marichat: sin sin sin sin sin

Ladrien: one-time special

Adrienette: awkward fluff

What they really are.

Ladynoir: 

In this, Adrien fell in love with Ladybug because he saw her bravery, her courage. He saw her defeated, but when the real danger showed up, she stood up without thinking twice and fought. But Ladynoir is here to show Adrien that Ladybug isn’t the only one who can do that- Marinette does too.

And for Marinette, she didn’t love Chat Noir because she didn’t think he really loved her. All she heard was the playful banter and jokes that she had always heard. But as we see them more, she starts to notice the real Chat, the sincerity, the love behind the flirts.

Ladynoir is there so they can learn to see both sides of one another.

Marichat:

In this one, everyone sees the sin. Like, “this is wrong…” “but it’s sooo right.” But what’s its really about is the progression of Ladynoir.

We see the torment of Adrien, torn between Ladybug and Marinette. The truth is, Marichat is made to show him that, sometimes, you need to let go of someone when you realize they can’t love you. You need to go back, back to the person who’s been there for you the whole time. Adrien went back to Marinette.

And for Marinette, she had been protesting in Ladynoir that she couldn’t be in love with Chat. They didn’t know each other, not really, and they couldn’t be in love. Marichat helped Marinette realize that she needed to let go of all the rules and live a little- that she didn’t have to be so tunnel-visioned that she missed an opportunity.

Marichat helped them learn to let go.

Ladrien:

In Ladrien, both of them were in love with the other, something we didn’t get from the other ships, at least not right away. But in this, they both held back- they had too- or they might reveal something about themselves they never wanted to.

For Adrien, he might have acted like Chat. He might have ruined whatever he had with Ladybug as Adrien. So he waited.

For Marinette, she was too afraid to tell Adrien as herself. But with Ladybug, she would have had the courage. But she didn’t. She held back and she waited.

Which is why Ladrien didn’t really go anywhere.

Ladrien taught them patience.

Adrienette:

In this… we’ve seen everything about them.

We’ve seen them laugh, we’ve seen them cry, we see them heartbroken and lovesick, and we see them happy.

But more than that, we see them using everything they’ve learned from the other ships. We see them appreciate everything about one another- both flaws and perfections. We see them let go of their past (Kim & ladybug) and embrace each other. We see them have patience with each other, when Marinette stumbles or can’t move forward, and when Adrien is trapped in his box of a home.

In Adrienette, we see their characters develop and grow into something no one ever thought they could be.

But here’s what no one ever sees.

They could never be completely honest.

Marinette was so afraid of rejection and spite that she never told Adrien she loved him. She was too afraid to see, to let go, or to have patience.

Adrien was too afraid of letting go of his feelings for Ladybug that he couldn’t see what was right in front of him- his love for Marinette, which grew so large in the end it was larger than his love for Ladybug.

Adrienette is about letting go of the past and being honest with them, because you don’t know how the story ends. Because you don’t know if you’ll get your happily-ever-after. 

This is what Miraculous has taught us. Let go, and embrace the present. Embrace who you love, and let go of those you’ve lost. Remember them, but don’t cling so hard you lose sight of everything else. Make your own happily-ever-after. Make your Adrienette.

[frickingnerd]

secretly making out with chat noir

pairing: adrien agreste / chat noir x gn!reader

summary: your secret make out session with your superhero boyfriend gets cut short due to an akuma attack...

tags: secret relationship, secret make out session, clingy!reader, wholesome fluff, bits of angst (chat having to leave too soon)

“please don't stop… don't go yet!”

you were clinging onto your boyfriend, who had just pulled away from your lips after a few minutes of making out. the only few minutes of the day you even got to be with him!

“i have to. you know that…”

it pained chat to leave you already. he just got to see you again, when time was already up again. you both knew it would be like this. secretly dating a superhero wouldn't be easy. but every time you had to say goodbye hurt.

“just one more minute…”

you tried to bargain with chat, but he had to keep strong. he wanted to spend all the time in the world with you, but he knew he had to go again.

“i promise you, i'll make it up to you!”

he pressed a quick kiss onto your lips, before hopping out of the alley you two were hiding in, leaving you wondering when you got to see him again…

[sidsinning]

Redrew an old villainess au doodle I never released 🚶‍♂️🚶‍♂️🚶‍♂️

2024

2021

[pattiemayigen]

"Embrace"

It's been a while since I drew Miraculous related stuff, kinda missed them so I tried going to my roots.

[ladybunny44]

🎸 Strumming the Heartstrings 💔

Pairing : Luka Couffaine x Male!Reader

Genre : ❕️☁️

Word count : ~2000

Summary : Luka Couffaine has always been your best friend, his music the melody of your shared moments. But when he confesses his love for Marinette, your unspoken feelings for him are pushed aside. Despite the pain, you help him navigate his new relationship, only to discover that Marinette doesn’t return his love. When Luka realizes what’s been in front of him all along, a heartfelt confession and a tender kiss might just change everything.

TW/CW : Angst with a happy ending, emotional hurt/comfort and themes of unrequited love (brief)

NOTIFICATIONS ꩜ ₊ ⊹! : Reader is written as Luka's bestfriend and eventual love interest! 📚

『••✎••』

The sound of Luka’s guitar was the background to most of your days. Sitting cross-legged on his bed, flipping through comic books, you found comfort in the music he effortlessly created. You’d been best friends for years, but for the past few months, that comforting companionship had turned into something else—something deeper.

Unfortunately, Luka’s heart was set elsewhere.

You learned the hard way when he excitedly confided in you about his confession to Marinette. His words were hopeful and tender, his voice carrying that rare vulnerability he saved for music or moments with you.

“She’s so amazing,” Luka had said, his eyes soft with admiration. “I told her how I felt, and... she said yes.”

Your stomach had twisted painfully, but you’d forced a smile. “That’s great, Luka. She’s lucky to have you.”

You buried your feelings, choosing to be the best friend Luka needed. You even suggested date ideas and gave him advice, pretending the cracks in your heart didn’t exist. Every time he came to you, gushing about Marinette’s smile or how she inspired his songs, you’d bite back your feelings and nod along.

But one evening, everything changed. Luka showed up at your room, his usual calm demeanor replaced by a stormy sadness.

“Luka?” you asked, sitting up from where you’d been sprawled on your bed, comic book in hand. “What’s wrong?”

He closed the door behind him, his shoulders slumping as he sat down beside you. “She doesn’t love me,” he said quietly. “I was just... a distraction for her. From Adrien.”

Your heart ached for him, the sight of his pain overshadowing your own. Without hesitation, you reached out, resting a hand on his shoulder.

“I’m so sorry, Luka,” you said softly. “You don’t deserve that.”

For the next few days, you stayed by his side, helping him through the heartbreak. You listened when he needed to talk and gave him space when he needed silence. Despite your own feelings, you put Luka first, as you always had.

Adrien’s party was a chance for everyone to relax and unwind, but for you, it quickly became suffocating. Luka had seemed in better spirits, but as the night went on, you caught him staring at Marinette. She, in turn, was looking at Adrien, her expression wistful.

It was too much.

You excused yourself, weaving through the crowd until you found a quiet corner. The sight of Luka’s longing expression had stirred something raw inside you, and you needed space to collect yourself.

Unbeknownst to you, Luka had noticed your absence. He sought out Juleka, who was lounging by the refreshments, and asked if she’d seen you.

“You’re looking for him now?” Juleka asked, raising an eyebrow.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Luka asked, frowning.

Juleka sighed, crossing her arms. “You’re so oblivious, Luka. He’s always been there for you, hasn’t he? Always putting you first, even when it hurts him.”

Luka stared at her, confusion giving way to a dawning realization.

“He loves you, you idiot,” Juleka said bluntly, shaking her head. “And you’ve been too caught up in everything else to see it.”

Luka didn’t waste a second. He pushed through the crowd, scanning the room for you. When he didn’t find you inside, he stepped out onto the balcony, where the cool night air wrapped around him.

You were there, leaning against the railing, your hands gripping the metal tightly.

“Y/N,” Luka called softly.

You turned, surprised to see him. “Hey,” you said, forcing a smile. “Everything okay?”

Instead of answering, Luka closed the distance between you. He stopped a few feet away, his gaze searching yours.

“Why didn’t you tell me?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper.

Your heart skipped a beat. “Tell you what?”

“That you love me.”

You looked away, your grip on the railing tightening. “It doesn’t matter,” you said quietly. “You love Marinette.”

Luka shook his head, stepping closer. “I thought I did. But tonight, I realized... I’ve been so blind. You’ve always been there for me, Y/N. You’ve been my anchor, my inspiration, my everything.”

Your breath hitched as he gently placed a hand on your arm, turning you to face him.

“I don’t deserve you,” he said, his voice thick with emotion. “But if you’ll let me, I want to try. I want to be the person you’ve been for me all this time.”

Tears welled in your eyes as you searched his face, looking for any sign of doubt. But all you saw was sincerity.

“Luka,” you whispered, your voice trembling.

He leaned in, his hand gently cupping your cheek. His thumb brushed away a tear you hadn’t realized had fallen. Slowly, as if giving you the chance to pull away, he closed the distance between you.

When his lips met yours, it was soft and tentative, like the first notes of a melody. Warmth spread through you, and for the first time in weeks, the ache in your chest eased.

When you pulled back, he rested his forehead against yours, his breath mingling with yours in the cool night air.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to see what was right in front of me,” he murmured.

With a shaky laugh, you brushed a strand of hair from his face. “You’re an idiot,” you said, your voice soft.

“Yeah,” he agreed, a small smile tugging at his lips. “But I’m your idiot. If you’ll have me.”

The party faded into the background as the two of you stood there, wrapped in the quiet comfort of each other’s presence. Luka’s hand slipped into yours, and for the first time, you felt like you were exactly where you were meant to be.

[papoochu]

Man.

[adaobiiii]

────────── adrien x chaotic!reader ⋆｡𖦹°‧★

Prompt : Head cannons of Adrien and his pretty chaotic partner

Pairing : Adrien Agreste x Reader, Adrien x Reader

Warnings : None, Fluff

A/N : Since the last x adrien headcannon got real popular i decided to write another. Reader is mainly referred to as “you”. Can be read from any perspective. The reader has the monkey miraculous in this.

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Adrien was not prepared to meet you. 

The first time you guys met was actually battling an akuma. 

Chat noir was clearing the area and guiding citizens to safety when he saw you in front of the akuma. Before he could reach out to save you, you had thrown a pie at an akuma instead of running away

He knew immediately that you were a problem.

At first, he thought he was just amused by you

"You’re ridiculous."

"And you love it." (He did. But he wasn’t ready to admit it.)

Plagg noticed before Adrien did. "Kid, you look at them like they hung the moon."

"I DO NOT—" Plagg just rolls his eyes. He knew Adrien was doomed.

At some point, Ladybug decided to give the monkey miraculous (out of desperation) to you.

Technically she gave it to chat noir to give to you cause she felt like he’d find someone who matched its vibe yk. 

Now he miscalculated as chat noir and ended up de-transforming in front of you…. 

Now that you know each other's superhero and civilian identity, you flirt with him even more, but Adrien assumes you were just messing with him.

"Wow, minou, I should’ve gotten a Miraculous that lets me steal hearts instead."

"Haha… yeah…" (Adrien.exe has stopped working)

It hit him all at once during a fight. You got seriously hurt for the first time, and he panicked.

"That wasn’t funny, don’t ever do that again."

“You’re worried about me, minou?" (You were smirking, but your voice was softer than usual.)

"Of course I am, I—"

Oh. Oh no.

He immediately tried to pretend he wasn’t in love with you. Spoiler: he failed miserably.

"Dude, just confess." Nino attempts to convince him

"What if they laugh at me?"

"BRO. THEY’VE BEEN FLIRTING WITH YOU FOR MONTHS." Alya literally screams at him cause how can one be that blind???

Adrien finally worked up the nerve to tell you… except he blurted it out at the worst possible moment.

You were mid-prank, trying to see how many macarons you could balance on his head.

"I think I’m in love with you." All the macarons fell.

You just stared at him.

"You think?"

"I mean—No—I know—Wait, I wanted to say this differently—"

You grinned and tackled him into a hug. "Took you long enough."

"…Wait, you KNEW?!"

"Of course I knew! Adrien, I’ve been waiting for you to realize!"

You kissed his cheek and whispered, "You’re cute when you’re flustered."

Adrien.exe crashed again.

Daily Life and Couple Things

Adrien is used to following strict rules, so your unpredictable nature baffles and delights him. He never knows what you'll do next, and honestly? He loves it.

"Why are you stealing my food?"

"Because if I asked, you’d say yes, and that takes the fun out of it."

You introduce him to the concept of "doing things just because," and he finds himself in questionable activities.

You once replaced Adrien’s schedule with completely fake classes.

"Why do I have 'Advanced Duck Whispering' at 10 AM?"

"Oh, you better hurry. Ms. Quackens doesn’t like tardiness."

Whenever Lila lies, you nod aggressively and add an even more ridiculous detail to the story, just to see if she rolls with it. 

Adrien has to turn away to keep from laughing.

You steal his expensive pens just to make him chase you. (He lets you win half the time because he likes seeing you happy.)

Adrien never swears, so you teach him "acceptable alternatives." Now, when he stubs his toe, he says, "Oh, sugar biscuits!"

Adrien, being the sweet boy he is, is initially horrified when you encourage minor chaos. "We can’t just take an entire baguette and run!" But then you flash him a grin, and suddenly… maybe you can.

(Don’t worry he left cash on the shop workers counter before you could see)

You teach him how to sneak out without getting caught (he gets caught anyway because he’s too polite to ignore Nathalie’s calls)

Sometimes, Adrien stares at you with so much fondness because you make his life exciting in a way he never expected.

You randomly poke his cheek when he's deep in thought, just to remind him you're there.

"Adrien, I have a totally normal and reasonable idea."

"Last time you said that, we almost got arrested.”

"Yeah, but we didn’t."

Jester & Chat Noir

Your entire fighting style is just annoying the villain until they quit.

Ladybug : “What’s your plan Jester?”

You : "Oh, I’m just gonna confuse them until they give up."

The funny thing is that it works. You dodge every attack in the stupidest ways possible while cracking jokes, and by the end, the akuma is exhausted.

You make constant puns just to see how long it takes for Chat Noir to regret his life choices.

“That was a very MONKEY business decision.”

“Stop.”

“Come on, mon minou, don’t go bananas.”

“PLEASE.”

Ladybug feels like the puns you make are even worse than chat’s (which says ALOT)

Your Lucky Charm equivalent? Some random object that you have to make work in the dumbest way possible

And you always do

Chat Noir : “How will a balloon animal help?!”

You : “Have faith, dear feline.

Ladybug sometimes regrets making you an official hero (she loves you but sometimes it feels like she’s babysitting two kids). However, you seem to make chat noir happy so she doesn’t say anything.

Chat Noir : "We have to be subtle!”

You : "Got it." Immediately does something incredibly unsubtle.

Adrien knows he should be stopping you from causing chaos, but half the time, he’s laughing too hard to stop you.

You like to bet on who can make the most dramatic entrance. He’s Chat Noir, so he should win, but then you show up swinging from a chandelier, and he has to admit defeat.

You tell him you have "a foolproof plan" to defeat an akuma. It usually works… in the most absurd way possible. (Like getting the akuma to monologue while you steal their weapon.)

Plagg & You: A Dangerous Duo

Plagg adores you. Like, this ball of chaos sees you as his favorite human.

Adrien knew you two would be trouble the second he caught you teaching Plagg how to juggle tiny cheese wheels.

“Why does my room smell like burned camembert?”

“…No reason.” (You and Plagg are exchanging guilty looks.)

Plagg is your biggest enabler. If you come up with a bad idea, Plagg is the first to say, “DO IT.”

Whenever Adrien tries to be responsible, Plagg just floats over to you and whispers, “Distract him.” And you DO.

Adrien : “I have a photoshoot tomorrow, I really can’t—”

You : grabs a pillow and smacks him in the face “Oops.”

Adrien : “…you did that on purpose.”

Plagg : “I think you should hit them back. For justice.”

Adrien refuses to let you and Plagg be alone together anymore. The last time he left you both unsupervised he came back to his entire closet upside down.

Around Others

Nino & Alya

"So let me get this straight. Adrien’s dating a human tornado." 

"Yep."

Nino thinks you’re hilarious and enables you (almost as much as plagg).

"You should be stopping them."  Alya points out

"But it’s FUNNY.”

Alya, however, is constantly trying to get footage of your shenanigans.  

"Girl, you are PRIME Ladyblog content."

"Alya, no–"  

Nino once watched you convince Adrien to climb onto a moving carousel and decided that was enough for the day.

“Dude, she’s gonna get you arrested."  

"It’s called ‘living a little,’ Nino."  Adrien recites one of your many catchphrases

Marinette

"I just- Adrien, how do you handle this??"  

"With love and patience."

Meanwhile, you’re in the background doing flips off a park bench.

100% baffled by how you two work.  

She thought Adrien needed a sweet, gentle love interest. Instead, he’s dating a human cyclone  

Lowkey respects that you can get him away from his suffocating home life, though.  

Chloé

"Ugh, of COURSE, you’d date someone like them." 

Tries to hate you but is secretly jealous of how free you are.  

Once, you borrowed… her expensive sunglasses and put them on Ladybug plush she owned.  

"CHLÖÉ LOOK, THE STATUE IS FASHIONABLE NOW!"  

She actually screamed.

Cute Moments

You and Adrien are that couple that makes no sense but also makes perfect sense.

He’s the golden retriever to your orange cat and somehow, it works.

He adores how free-spirited you are. You make him feel like life isn’t just about rules and expectations.

You once convinced him to ditch a photoshoot for a whole day of fun. He swore he’d regret it. 

He did NOT regret it.

It was the happiest you’d ever seen him.

You love ruffling his hair just to see him pout.

"Stop that!"

"Never."

He definitely holds your hand to keep you from running off to do something stupid.

"You’re not wandering off this time."

"I would never—"

Adrien just raises an eyebrow in disbelief.

Whenever Adrien gets overwhelmed with expectations, you grab his hand and pull him away.

"C’mon, minou. Let’s get lost for a bit."

He always feels lighter with you.

You poke his cheek when he’s sad. If that doesn’t work, you tickle him. If that doesn’t work, you grab his hand and start spinning him around in circles.

"Let me down—"

"Not until you smile again”

He doesn’t know why, but it always makes his heart race.

Adrien loves spontaneous cuddles. You’ll randomly throw yourself onto him, and he’ll just melt.

"You’re warm." 

"Are you using me as a personal heater again?"

"…No?"

People either love or fear you two together and yet somehow, you bring out the best in each other.

"Adrien, do you trust me?"

"…No. But I like you, so let’s go."

[notarewberry]

inspired from Ch. 8 of @chocoluckchipz ‘s and @thenovelartist 's Bride for the Prince fanfic

plus some design sketches

[cookiemon96]

Marinette Kwami Swaps

Decided to go ahead and actually design and redesign some of Marinette's various suits and potential kwami swaps. I tried to do all the og 7 and then the other miraculouses she's used....and then proceeded to forget Dragonbug exists.

I need names for these hero identities (except for Ladybug and Multimouse).

[itriedwritingandhereiam]

Take out your earbuds- I swear- Am_I_really_a_writerhuh

Daminette pt 1, roughly 7k

Damian was quite used to receiving rather unwanted attention. The snoopy reporter who thinks they can boldface their way into a scoop about the Wayne family or parasites after his (Father’s) money or status, especially those leeches in his year group at school.

  There was always an ulterior motive .

Damian hated attention. Small gatherings, in the presence of solely animals or solitude, these were his comfort zones, no less, no more. Be it from the paparazzi or from his pestilent family in their absurd antics(not that he could deny partaking in them on occasion) He simply felt uncomfortable when forced to engage in tense and unwanted interactions. Aside from the few souls who’d forcibly dragged him into their accompaniment and he’d just…stuck with it, there was rarely a person he’d willingly approached with the intent of interaction without a mission-related motive.

And yet. Here he was, Damian Al-Ghul Wayne, former assassin, youngest heir to the richest goddamn man on earth and current holder of the mantle Robin, being ignored .

Let me set the scene for you. Picture a young teenage boy who routinely sits in the corner table of the cafeteria by himself. His ‘peers’ didn’t often engage with him.  Early in his initial enrollment when he’d been more than problematic and earned a moniker and a reputation. Three years later and people still only interact with him when necessary even though he’d thawed out already.

And now we enter the variable. Today, as he walks to his table with lunchbag, sketchbook and phone on hand, he sees someone else sitting at his table. He pauses momentarily, whether it be in shock or impress as to their boldness, no one knows.

She’s nose deep in what seems to be a sketch pad where he can make out a male silhouette and very detailed jacket, her bluebell eyes locked in an unbroken concentration. Her raven hair is held back in twin dutch braids, bangs brushed to the side of her face and her hand is moving quickly across the page with a pen. She has pale skin and faintly asian features. 

He frowns slightly. He didn't know who this was.

“I heard she’s new here,” a voice whispers from a table over.

“I pity her, did no one warn her about him?”

“Wanna bet she leaves the cafeteria crying,” another snickers.

“That’s a losing bet,”

“I heard she’s a transfer from France,”

“She’s cute-”

  At that point, Damian stopped listening to them and moved to sit in his usual spot on the opposing end of the table. Setting down his belongings, he glares at her with his Robin glare ™ , his family’s signature look, perfected over the years and guaranteed to make some of the bravest heroes squirm. If he had laser vision, his gaze might’ve burnt right through her forehead.

She doesn’t look up.

He clears his throat to gain her attention.

She doesn’t fucking look up.

 Hell, she even picks up a cookie, no, a macaron from the brown bag beside her and nibbles on it as if to mock him. He props his head on on hand and drums his fingers on the table causing vibrations that would surely grab her attention, no matter how loud her music was-

She doesn’t even fucking flinch.

“Holy shit, she’s ignoring Wayne ,” he heard a voice whisper incredulously.

“ Oh my god you’re right,” another continues. His eye twitches in annoyance.

Then he noticed the earbuds well embedded in her ears. Damian Wayne sighs in resignation. ‘ She’s clearly not going to bother him’ he reasons. Yes, she was encroaching on his space but she couldn’t have known it was his space if she was new, right?

‘ He’ll leave her ’ he decides, ‘ she’s neither hindering him nor truly annoying him, it wasn’t worth the effort to kick her out of the table. And she was clearly an artist deep in the ‘zone’, he could respect that,’

After a short deliberation, he lets her stay.

~ the following day ~

She’s there again the following day. Today, she has her hair half up, half down and is snacking on what looks like a chocolate croissant. In front of her this time, instead of a sketch pad was a drawing tablet with a fully coloured template and a stylus in her hand.

‘So, she dabbles in different mediums,’ he can’t help but think.

 Once again, her earbuds are present and Damian wonders how loud she must be blasting music to not even notice him as he takes his seat again. Instead of even trying to gain her attention, he simply pulls his phone out of his pocket and scrolls through social media while eating his lunch.

“They’re sitting together again…”

“Maybe he just let her stay?”

“You think they’re friends?”

“With the Ice Prince? Hah, no way,”

“I can’t believe he hasn’t shoved her off her seat to be honest, I have her for literature, she’s super bubbly, gives girl next door vibes,”

“Well they aren’t talking to each other so maybe they just, I dunno share the table,”

“I heard she basically stonewalled him yesterday and he didn’t even fuss,”

“You’re giving her too much credit Debra, she just didn’t hound him like the girls usually do,”

“Look, all I know is no one else beside that Marinette girl has risked fucking with Wayne since Mitchell nearly got sued  and I am here for the strangers to lovers thirty k slow burn,”

“If you don’t shut the fuck up now, you might be the one getting sued,” the voice hissed.

Damian forces himself to tune out of all surrounding conversations. Maybe ‘Marinette’ had the right idea with the earbuds, it would drown out everything.

Oooooooooo

It became routine. For the following week, Damian would reach his table to find the ravenette already sitting there, each time working on a sketch or online design and once she’d even brought a crochet set with some distinctly French pastry at her side. 

He’d learnt that somehow, despite being in the same year, they shared zero classes on schedule and through the grapevine of gossip he catches as he walks through the halls, she was supposedly easily flustered, extremely extroverted and quickly becoming a favourite among the student body. Despite the avid chatter in the hallways between periods, she’d shown none of the mentioned characteristics thus far.

Oooooooooooooooooo

By the second week, he’d gotten confirmation she was very well aware of his presence as she casually slid her box of chouquettes across the table. Initially he was apprehensive until he eventually took one up. Damian was not one for sugary sweets but holy shit it was delicious. He felt warm inside as a smile crept to the corner of his lips.

“I fucking told you Adam, they’re sharing food now. Slow. Burn. Thirty. K,”

“They don’t even talk to each other, you delusionist. We all know Marinette is just naturally super nice,”

“Time will tell,”

“Shut up and eat your pb and j,”

“You know I’m right you dipshit,”

“Again, shut up,”

~Later~

Damian steps into the car minutes after the bell rings as Alfred pulls into the school’s driveway. From lunchtime to the last period he’d taken time to think about Marinette. No, not in that way, he didn’t like her. He simply wanted to return her kindness in sharing her pastries. Honestly, her presence had grown on him and it was quite pleasant to receive such a trivial gift and naturally, due to his nothing if not courteous manner, he thought it would only be right to return the favour.

“And how was your day Master Damian?” his current driver/butler/ grandfather figure, Alfred asked.

“It was rather mundane, as usual,” he replied monotonously. He took a moment to weigh the pros and cons of his next move before continuing, “Alfred?”

“Yes Master Damian?”

“What would be an appropriate gift in return for a favour done on me?”

The butler glanced at the boy through the rear-view mirror with a raised eyebrow, “I’m afraid I would require more context to provide your with an accurate response Master Damian,”

Truthfully, Damian knew Pennyworth was phishing for information but it could not be helped if he wanted a useful response. It was better to go to Pennyworth than risk asking his siblings. They’d do more than to pry into his social life if anything they might end up with an entire deepdive into her background should they get a whiff of who she was.

“An…acquaintance shared some rather tasty pastries during lunch today unpromptedly, I’d like to repay them as the gift was much appreciated,” he ‘elaborated’.

With a small smile, Alfred suggested offering a similar treat tomorrow and his service in either purchasing or baking the treat.

“Thank you Alfred, could you stop at a bakery on our way home then?”

“Of course Master Damian,” the British man replied with a glint in his eye.

~

Damian finds himself in a new dilemma. 

Alfred had stopped at a pastry shop a few blocks away from the road to the manor and it was filled with sweet smelling pastries. From puffs to shrewdells to doughnuts,  the majority of them looked quite appealing.

Normally, Damian was a rather decisive person. He knew what he liked, how he liked it and whether something was up to standard or not. However, decisions become harder when you factor in other people’s opinions. The point of this was to repay Marinette which meant he had to consider what she would enjoy. Damian Wayne has never even had a conversation with the girl, how the fuck was he supposed to choose a food she would like or at least tolerate.

This is how Gothamites could see the youngest heir of their resident billionaire staring at a glass case in a pastry shop in the middle of nowhere for twenty minutes straight.

In the end, Alfred decided for him.

oooooooooooo

His cheeks feel heated as he walks to their table. (at some point it had changed from his table to their table, he didn’t know when) he has his sketch book in hand today and the bag of pastries Alfred picked out. He sits down wordlessly on the opposing end of the table to Marinette and rests down his things. 

Today, he notices she has her hair in a simple messy bun and a frown on her face as she glares at her drawing tablet. She’s chewing on a pain au chocolat from the container beside her and her expression reminds him of Tim when he hits a wall in one of the cases he solves in his free time. Somehow, without even acknowledging his presence, she slides over the container right after taking another large bite of the pastry. He takes this as an opportunity to mimic her actions with his own treat.

He watched eagerly as she turns her head to the box in surprise. Taking up one, she takes a small bite and looks back at her tablet with wide eyes. She shoves the rest of the pastry into her mouth with a smile and scribbles something on the screen.

Then she looked up. Oh my fucking god, she actually looked up.

With a wide grin she says, “Merci Beaucoup,” she stares at him with her brilliant blue eyes for a good second before diving back into her ‘zone’ and sketching for the rest of the period.

His stomach does a little flip at the recognition and his lips twitch upward.

“He brought back food for her today Adam,”

“I- I saw that too Debra . The asshole’s actually thawing out,”

“That was so cute~”

“I can’t believe it,”

“Britney isn’t going to believe us when she comes back to school,”

“I still don’t believe it myself D, how is she doing that? She ain't even talking to him!”

“I swear, she’s wearing a magnet or something, people are just drawn in,”

ooooooooooo

Sharing food slowly becomes part of their routine. Sometimes he’d go to the store and buy whatever he (Alfred) thought she would like and sometimes, with assistance, he’d be encouraged to bake himself. There was a great sense of pride that came with being one of the few people in his family actually allowed in the kitchen.

At this point, lunchtime had become the highlight of his day and he’d more often than not share her reaction to their choice in food with Alfred.

ooooooooo

“What do you think?” she asked, turning her sketch pad to him and pulling out one earbud.

He looked up from his phone in surprise.

 She’d- She’d just asked him a question? Unprompted? And she’d taken out an earbud?

He shook off the shock and stared at the drawing intently. She’d designed a beautiful dress with a layered skirt and laced high neck neckline. There was a pretty pattern of silver-pen done embellishments over the majority of the bodice and long sleeves of a similar lace pattern. Each layer of the skirt faded into silver causes an ombre effect.

“What colour is the fabric?” he answered.

“Originally a sapphire blue but I’m considering a blonde yellow,”

“What about a dark green,” he suggested.

She stared at him with a contemplative expression, her eyebrows furrow, then flickered her gaze to the paper and back to him.

‘Did she not like his suggestion?’ he thought to himself as he studied her expression.

 She gave a thoughtfully hum and dug through her pencil case. Pulling out five different green markers, she held them up and continued staring at him. Biting her lip, she looked between the colours and eventually held one of the darker shades up in a triumphant manner.

“Um, I suppose you’re using green then?” he asks awkwardly.

Pink dusted across her cheeks.

“Sorry,” she squeaked, “I was just uhhhh, looking for a shade that matched your eyes, they’re a pretty green, I think they’re a lovely shade,” both of them blushed at her statement, “Wait no that’s not what I meant! Agh! Not that your eyes aren’t pretty! I just thought they would look nice on the dress since you just suggested green and I happened to catch your eyes! I mean your eyes happened to catch my eyes! I mean-” she whimpered in defeat, “Je suis désolée, I’m just going to bang the idiocy out of my head now,” she muttered, banging her head on the table.

All the while, Damian’s tongue was tied. She thought his eyes were pretty! AND this was the most she’d ever talked to him up to date. 

“I- I suppose I’m flattered,” the words spewed out of his mouth stupidly, “I’m glad you think my eyes are pretty,”

What the fuck was he saying. He felt blush creeping up his neck and the tips of his ears heated.

“Fuck- You weren’t joking,”

“See Britney? I wasn’t lying! The Ice Prince is melting into a pile of goo,”

“You know Debra maybe you weren’t far off, but I’m pretty sure it’s idiots to lovers instead,”

“Shut up Adam, they're adorable . They’re having full conversations now! I’ve waited nearly a month to see this happen, let me enjoy it,”

~ Two days later ~

Damian walks into the cafeteria with a bag of homemade chocolate chip cookies today. He’d spent a painstaking hour learning how to make cookie dough with Alfred the previous night and he was really hoping it paid off. Today, he’s brought a book to read and his phone in his back pocket. When he walks in the direction of their table, he’s surprised to see it empty.

‘ She was always there first ’ he noted. ‘ Perhaps she was simply preoccupied?’

Marinette didn’t show up that lunch time and Damian couldn’t help but feel disappointed.

oooooooooooo

The question is burning at the back of his throat. He stares at his seatmate/cafeteria buddy(?) who is currently in her zone, furiously designing something on her drawing tablet while he fights the urge to ask why she hadn’t come to the cafeteria yesterday.

On one hand, it wasn’t really his place to be asking her that. She was neither obligated to join him nor were they really that close, they’d simply exchanged a few snacks and really only had one full conversation, if it could be called that. 

‘That was when she’d called his eyes pretty’ his mind supplied. ‘ Not that it was relevant now,’

On the other hand, he’d hoped that their new routine impacted her life as much as it did his wherein it wouldn’t be completely inappropriate for him to ask. In the end, he holds his tongue even as the bell rings and she staggers off to the next period.

Wait. Wait. Wait. Wait . Why was she staggering? He watched her as she walked away a little longer and was quick to notice she was limping. Had she been injured? Was that why she wasn’t present yesterday?

~ After School ~

“Alfred?” Damian asks from his spot in the back seat.

“Yes Master Damian?” the old man replies.

“Today Marinette was limping on her way back to class which leads me to believe she’s been injured, would it be appropriate for me to ask her further about her wellbeing? And perhaps her absence in the cafeteria yesterday?”

“I don’t see a problem in checking the welfare of your friend Master Damian, but please do take care in your phrasing, please avoid interrogating her as your kin have a tendency to do,” Man, he was throwing some serious shade on Damian’s siblings.

“Of course Alfred,” he nods thoughtfully.

~even later that evening at the manor~

Duke walked into one of the many studies in the Manor, somewhat wary of what awaited them. Via Alfred, Damian had asked to meet him about God alone knows what. As he creaks the door open, he watches the chair behind the main desk in the centre of the room spin around. It makes two full turns before a hand grabs on the table fully stopping it.

  And in the seat, sits his younger brother, stroking Alfred the Cat who looks quite comfortable on the boy’s lap.

“Duke, I’ve been expecting you,”

The elder boy glanced around the room to ensure there were no obvious jumpscares or anything of the sort. You never know in the Wayne family. The room looked undisturbed so Duke returned the greeting at ease. Usually, he would reject the meeting invitations like this because they usually involved shenanigans that either got Bruce mad or ended with them in a jail cell until Bruce bailed them out and then got mad.

But there would be cookies. Or so he was promised.

“I was told there’d be cookies,”

The teen nodded and pointed towards the covered platter at the front of the desk.

“Before we discuss anything, you  must swear that our topic of discussion does not leave these six walls,” he said, staring intently at Duke.

“Six?”

“The four around us and the ceiling and floor, do keep up Duke, you are one of the more intelligent of our siblings,” Damian rolled his eyes.

“Right…I can’t swear anything until you confirm that the ‘topic of discussion,” he finger quoted the words, “Does not involve illegal or morally dubious activities. Which includes but is not limited to theft, murder and arson,”

“I can assure you it does not,” he says dismissively, “Have a seat,” he gestured to the chair in front of the desk.

“If it’s not an alibi, then what am I here for?”

“Please don’t assume every time I need help it’s because I’ve committed a crime,”

“Sure,”

“So…you were one of the few who completed a semi-normal high school education, yes?”

“I mean, I guess so,”

“How do you befriend persons you do not know well,”

Duke choked on his cookie.

Oooooooooooooooo

Damian spent that night baking yet another batch of cookies. After all, while they might not be stale, he’d rather give Marinette a fresher batch as she had provided nothing short of gourmet food for the both of them throughout. The cookies did not waste. Damian simply placed a platter of the older batch in the Cave after patrol and watched as they were practically inhaled by his family.

He walks into the cafe with the image of a limping ravenette at the back of his mind.

‘It's not an interrogation ’ he reminds himself ‘Marinette is not a rogue who requires the standard drill, she is a civilian whom he now considers a close acquaintance,’

Sitting down, Damian places the brown box of cookies onto the table just as he had for the past few weeks. He watches intently as Marinette’s gaze flicks to the package before she pushes her own container closer to him.

Today, he observes, she is quite focused on her sketchpad. She hadn't even acknowledged him. He opens his mouth to ask a simple, ‘how was class? ’ but the words are caught in his throat. He tries (and fails) several times, frustrated as his tongue refuses to cooperate. In a sigh of resignation, he pulls out a sticky note from the pencil case in his satchel and scribbles out the question. Then he slides it towards her.

He watches as her head turns and she squints at the note before looking up at him with a confused expression. He feels the tips of his ears heat up as he falls under her gaze. He gives a sheepish shrug.

The corner of her lips turn upward.

‘Horrible, we were just assigned a report in history and American history is new to me’ is scribbled in a loopy and cursive writing on the paper and slid back in his direction as she turns her attention back to whatever she was working on.

‘ Perhaps I could be of assistance?’ he replies.

‘That’s very nice of you! But it’s a group project so I’m already working with a partner :(’

His stomach feels queasy upon reading the very polite rejection.

‘It’s fine, these madellaines are delicious, where do you buy these pastries?’

‘I bake them myself! Back in paris my parents are bakers, my host family lets me use their kitchen’

He feels victorious as the girl reveals little tidbits of information about herself as the silent conversation progresses. This was the most they had shared with each other up to date and it was a pleasant conversation, entertaining even!

“Adam they’re so adorable~”

“What are you talking about now?”

“They’re passing notes to each other! Look!” she grabs the boy by his face and directs at the corner table of the cafe.

“They are adorable…” he mumbles.

“I give them till the end of the term to start dating,”

“That long?” the boy says sceptically.

~after lunch~

Damian walks into physics with this feeling at the back of his mind. He was forgetting something . As he sits in his seat he scrutinises the cover of his notebook as he tunes out of the teacher’s lesson. Then it dawns upon him, the nagging at the back of his mind.

‘He forgot to ask Marinette about her injury ’

He groans and drops his head on the table, startling the rest of his class. They watch in confusion as the young Wayne mumbles to himself.

Oooooooooo

He's walking through the western corridor making his way to geography, reading up one of the latest case briefings. Note that he is nose deep in his phone and not watching his surroundings.

He collides with someone.

Someone bumps into him. It’s not a minor shoulders-brush-rudely kind of bump, it’s a whole body missileing into him. The sheer force of it throws him off balance. The boy stumbles backwards, leaning on his back foot quickly becoming irritated.

“Watch where you’re going you-” he growls angrily as the hallway goes quiet.

“Je suis désolée monsieur!” the ‘assailant’ squeaks out.

Oh no , he realises, he knows that voice.

The subject in question looks up with wide eyes. Damian stiffens. This is horrible! Horrible, horrible, horrible! He’s spent the past month building up a relationship with her! It cannot all crumble down because of his attitude.

The two straighten themselves, maintaining eye contact. 

“I-” he starts, “I’m sorry, I wasn't looking where I was going,” he says sheepishly. He hopes a simple apology is enough. He can do this. He can salvage this!

The ravenette tilted her head, pursed her lips and her eyebrows furrowed. 

“Ah, no! Please don't apologise! I'm the one who ran into you! I’m headed to geography. And I thought I was late , wouldn’t be a first ,” she mutters the last part, “It was careless of me,”

“Then I suppose we are both at fault,” he surmised.

They both stand staring at each other. It’s awkward as fuck . Marinette clicks her tongue and takes a big step to the side.

“Well, uh I’ll be going…good talk,” she walks off leaving Damian in his stupor.

oooooooooooooooo

He’s late . In all the years Damian has attended school he’s had a nearly perfect attendance record. (Lies, he has missed multiple days due to his night job) Yesterday he’d helped stop an attempted Museum heist immediately after school which caused his biweekly visit to the bakery to be postponed. He’d made a habit of baking treats rather than buying but one can only tolerate the gruelling process of learning/improving this new skill before one burns out and/or exhausts the manor’s grocery supplies.

Then he forgot to go entirely.

So yes, as you can probably guess, the young Wayne is now tardy because he can’t make a fucking decision. Alfred is sitting in the car awaiting the boy’s decision with a somewhat amused expression.

Three minutes after school is in session, Damian finally decides.

“And you are certain ,”

“Yes,” the cashier nodded, rubbing his eyes. He didn’t seem like the early morning type.

“Okay, how much is the total?”

“Kid, I’m asking you this sincerely, you’ve been buying the most expensive shit in the display case for the last two months, do you want a loyalty card or something? It’ll save you some bucks, my manager would be more than happy to arrange it. You’ve been the main contributor to sales for a while,”

Damian hums in thought.

“It is not necessary, I am more than capable of paying full price,”

“That’s not the point,”

The teen just waved his hand dismissively as he handed over the sum and picked up the brown bag, rushing out the door. Careful not to slam the door, he settles himself in the backseat and urges Alfred forward. The cashier watches the departure with a sigh, too tired to process anything.

~

He’s running into fifteen minutes of tardiness .

Instead of his usual leisurely stroll with a safe half an hour before the bell even rings, he’s moving in an awkward run-walk manner trying not to pass the half hour mark, if he timed it correctly he could reach just in time for second period and just ask his father to excuse his absence in first period. He still has to wait a full two periods before lunch when he can see Marinette anyway. 

Not that he was counting down or anything.

He swings right into the geography room just in time for second period. And it drags .

~

The bell rings and Damian stands up, his chair screeching behind him at the sudden action. He can feel the eyes of every classmate focused on him as he picks up his books and well, books it out of the door. With his books practically tossed into his locker, he retrieved his meticulously picked treats and headed towards the cafeteria with masked excitement.

Lunch time,  he’d observed, had become the highlight of his day.

 Finding his table, he's happy to see his seatmate already there and engrossed in her sketch pad. Today she's sporting a messy bun, her bangs at the front as per usual and a large, royal blue knitted sweater over her uniform.

Was the cafeteria cold? It felt normal to him.

As per usual, her earbuds are in, probably blasting music while she furiously drags her pencil across the paper. He sits down across from her, carefully placing the brown bag on the table and propping his head up as he watches her work with amusement.

Over the weeks he'd observed she had a tendency to express her thoughts through her facial expressions rather vividly. When she was confuffled, her eyebrows would scrunch and she'd purse her lips. Angry, was personally his favourite, she'd glare coldly at her paper and start muttering some colourful curses in French.

She'd been sketching some clothing recently which made him wonder whether she'd ever designed any of them. They were rather detailed for simple drawing and she'd usually scribble some material names on the right of the page.

He stretched his hand outward and tapped the table. Pulling out an earbud, she looked up at him with a puzzled expression.

"Oui?"

"Do you make them?" He asked.

She blinked twice.

"Make what?" He gestured to her sketching pad.  She did a silent 'oh' face flushing pink.

"Some of them!" She smiled brightly, "back home I made for fun and eventually did commissions. My biggest client is probably my uncle, he has a…unique, sense of style,"

"That's very impressive," he remarked. So she was passionate about design, a good thing to note down for future reference.

"Thanks," she mumbled, " Uh, what are your hobbies? I've seen you sketch sometimes, do you like art? What's your preferred medium?"

He was surprised by the question. He'd expected her to just continue her sketching after she answered him.

"I paint," he recovered, "I dabble in many different things but one of my favourite pastimes is painting. I've seen you do crochet, digital art and sketching, do you also have a preferred medium?"  

She hums in thought.

“Usually, when I’m not designing, I’m doing craft projects. I dabble in jewellery making and sometimes experimental things.  Adrien calls them death traps but I called them erm…innnovt i v? Innovitive?in-o-va-tive, Oui! Innovative!”

A weird sensation bubbles in the depth of his gut at the sudden name drop. He’d never heard of this Adrien before. Was it someone in their year group? Another friend she’d made? A friend from her hometown? A boyfriend?

Not that it was really his business. Yet . This is why he was here. To get closer to Marinette. To be worthy of the ‘friend’ status and to gain her trust. Wait. No, that sounded like he was infiltrating enemy ranks. He was here to earn her trust and friendship. To level up from that-one-boy-she-sits-by-in-the-cafe to a you-can-come-to-me-if-you-commit-a-felony-and-need-place-and-alibi. Not to say he condones criminals.

“Desolee, er, sorry, I sometimes forget the English,”

Damian waved his hand dismissively as if to say ‘No worries,’ There’s a moment of silence where neither party knows what to say next. It was awkward. Awkward conversations were unpleasant. He needed either a continuing statement or a new topic.

“Alfred has asked me to inquire if you were willing to share your macaron recipe,” he blurted. He gauged her reaction carefully. She blinked twice, opening her mouth to reply before closing it again with a confused expression.

“Uhm, who is Alfred?”

What does she mean who is Alfred? Alfred! The one who he speaks daily to about her beautiful designs! The Alfred who ultimately chooses out the very pastry she eats after lunch every day! Alfred the- Oh. OH. He’s never mentioned Alfred before.

Embarrassment heats the tips of his ears.

“I seem to have neglected to tell you about Alfred. He is the grandfather figure of my family and the one who sources the recipes for the pastries I occasionally bring straight from our kitchen. He has had the honour of tasting a few of the desserts you share with me. He mentioned in passing that he would love the recipe for your macarons. ” he explains.

“You talk about me?” is the first thing that comes out of her mouth. It’s said in a rather surprised, perhaps even incredulous tone of speech. She stuffs more food in her mouth.

The question catches him off guard. This question implies she doesn’t think she is a significant part of his life or that rather she isn’t noteworthy enough to be mentioned in conversation with others. Which couldn’t be more wrong. She was the highlight of his day! He’d relay his time with her to Alfred in quite the detail! Their interactions were as interesting as his brother’s sleep deprived ramblings after patrol. Which was high praise. Anyone taking residence in Wayne Manor could verify such.

“Yes, you are quite interesting,”

She turned away quickly.  Did he say something wrong? Staring at her puzzled, he noticed her cheeks were dusted pink. Did he say something inappropriate? Embarrassing? Dammit.

“D-Did I say something wrong?” He voiced his concern. He could not afford to mess anything up! It had been smooth sailing up until this point!

“No no no!” she quickly reassured him, “You didn’t do anything wrong. I- I’m just not good with flattery,”

“Flattery?” did she think he was being dishonest in his words ? “You are very interesting. This is my honest opinion. I do not flatter others,” he quickly amends. And he was speaking the entire truth! She is interesting and Damian Wayne does not flatter others. He speaks the plain and simple truth.

The raven haired girl buried her head in her hands, cheeks turning brighter in colour. Was she overheating now? She was wearing a thick sweater in a room that he wouldn’t consider even chilly.

“Are you alright? Your cheeks are turning red,” he asked, concerned for her state of being.

“I’m fine,” she mumbled behind her hands.

“If you are sure…” he trails off, relaxing into his seat.

The rest of the session goes in silence. Marinette’s cheeks dusted in pink permanently and Damian in unanswered confusion as to what he said to warrant the reaction received. 

“Hand over that twenty dollar bill right now sucker,”

“They aren’t even together yet,”

“Bitch, they might as well be. I can hear the wedding bells ringings already,”

“They’re just chatting,”

“ Exactly, They’re having a conversation Adam , they’re practically married,”

“Whatever, I’m not giving you my money until they actually look lovey dovey,”

~

She missed another lunch period yesterday. Just as the prior time, the uneaten baked treats were left for the sharks in the Bat Cave and he headed to his classes with an empty feeling in his chest and an unsettling sensation in his stomach.

The feeling wasn’t as foreign as some might think. He knew all too well what disappointment felt like.

Today is a new day. Unlike his previous failure and unfortunate forgetfulness, he is determined to find out why she’s missed yet another lunch session together. Today, he would not be distracted or side tracked.  Damian felt as though he’d made progress enough in their relationship to ask what he would like to call a trivial question. He’d made it to a point where they’d now often converse as she worked on whatever craft project or design she’d had in hand.

So once again, he walks into the cafeteria with a purpose. With long strides, he reaches their designated table within a few moments and sets down his bags. This time, he would go straight for the kill, no beating around the bush, no waiting for the right moment.

“Are you okay?” he blurted. Great, clean, concise, straight to the point .

The girl didn’t look up from her tablet screen. Damian’s cheeks coloured at the realisation that she couldn’t hear him. He reached forward and tapped his finger on the table. The response was immediate.

“Oui?” she addresses him as she looks up.

“I asked if you were okay,” he reiterates, “ You missed lunch yesterday,”

He sees a brief flash of panic cross her face.

“Uuuuuuuh, I had some assignments I had to catch up on?” she says.

“Is- is that a question?”

“Nooo?” she continues in the same uncertain tone.

He brushed it off. Briefly gazed at her twitching hand. Noticing her fidgeting, his graze scrutinised her hand before noticing the bandages hidden beneath her sleeve.

“Are you hurt?” he asked, straightening his spine and locking eye contact with her.

He watched carefully as her eyes widened and she quickly retracted her arm and hid it below the table. So he was correct in his assumption.

“Fun sorry,” she laughed nervously, “So…my cat -” wasn’t she living with a host family? “Uh, Camembert,” like the cheese? what a weird name , “he jumped onto my desk while I was working with my sewing machine! I freaked and fell out of my chair right onto my arm,” she cringed, “which was on top of a pile of rolls of fabric…” she trailed off

“How does the fabric-”

“The rolls’ centres were hard plastic,” she interrupted.

Damian cringed at the image of it alone. That must have been…uncomfortable. While her phrasing was a little fishy, the detail of it was too…graphic to be made up on the spot.

 So he dropped it for the while. Although, he still thought she was hiding the whole truth. Ten minutes pass by as he’s propped on his hands watching her draw intently when her phone suddenly starts going off.

The reaction is immediate and alarming. The pencil flies out of her hand and her posture straightens. She scrambles to shove everything into the small bag she carries around and stuffs the phone in her pocket. For a second she meets his eyes and she freezes. Her eyes flick frantically around the room.

“Uhm I- I have to water the cat!” she blurts, “I left the oven on and my group project got eaten,”

Then she runs off, skidding at every turn of a table.

The entire thing catches him off guard and he doesn’t know what to think except, ‘ What the fuck.’

~

He goes home that evening still unable to comprehend what he’d witnessed. He had conveniently forgotten to mention his usual lunch time interaction with Alfred and he’d gone straight to his room upon arriving at the Manor.

He makes a bee line straight to his room. Disregarding the greetings of anyone in his pathway and completely focused on dissecting what had happened. When he closes the bedroom door behind him, he pulls out a blank notebook and pen from his desk and pencil case respectfully.

He spends an hour jotting down everything he remembered about her from the moment she first rudely ignored him in the cafeteria up until her nonsensical excuse a few hours prior.  In a neat and clear format, he finished his notes with blue ink thoughts on each exchange.

Then he stared. For at least five minutes, he stared blankly at the few pages he’d filled, a thousand thoughts racing through his mind.

‘She was one of the weirdest fucking people he knew. And he knew aliens and magicians,’

‘She was shit at lying. AND she was definitely hiding some kind of big secret’

‘Although, she didn’t seem like the malicious type…at all’

‘She was very talented at what she was passionate about (art and designing)’

‘She was rather clumsy in her speech but at the same time, was able to hold very interesting conversation about the most mundane topics’

‘She had a nice voice too, which made conversation even more pleasant’

‘She took care in her appearance, toned muscles (from what he’d seen on her limbs) neatly done hairstyles and prim and proper uniform’

‘She was objectively very attractive’

‘Perhaps she was involved in some sort of athletics?’

In the midst of his thoughts, his cell phone pinged. He had to head down to the cave to get ready for patrol.

~ During patrol ~ 

“Black Bat,” the currently in uniform Damian addressed his sibling.

The two were sitting on the ledge of an unimportant building top near city hall district, simply overlooking the cityscape as patrol was coming to an end at the eleventh hour. It was the typical hazy, polluted night sky paired with an ever alive and bustling city below.

The girl crouched beside him, clad in black turned her attention to him. She nodded, acknowledging him.

“I would like your opinion on a personal matter that I’d rather be kept quiet from the rest of the family,”

She made a ‘go on’ gesture.

“I have a friend,” he begins, “She is quite perplexing in both her behaviour and speech,”

The elder tilted her head.

“We share a table in the cafeteria. We trade desserts and share small conversations. She is an exchange student from France and shares none of my classes. We speak of art, hobbies and recipes. She is a talented designer.

There have been instances where she has missed one of our sessions and returned the following day with an injury, the source of which, I am still unaware. This is where my dilemma is. Some time ago, I asked her about her clearly injured wrist and she gave a very… graphic description of how she acquired the injury although her tone was quite uncertain,”

‘She lied?’ Cassandra signed.

“I suspect so, however, this was not the only example of this behaviour. Earlier today, an alert on her phone set off in the middle of lunch and her shift in demeanour was rather alarming. She looked panicked and frantically began shoving her belongings into a bag before running off. And while the entire situation might’ve been resolved with a simple ‘there’s an emergency’ she clearly felt the need to explain to me why she left…” his eyebrows furrowed as he recalled the scene.

‘What did she say?’

He frowned, “ she said she had to water her cat-”

A giggle escaped the other vigilante, “And that she left her oven on and her group project got eaten,” Cass burst into full bellied laughter, doubling over and clutching her stomach while her brother’s expression remained unamused and still slightly baffled. As the black haired girl recovered, she put a hand on her brother’s shoulder, schooling her expression.

‘Definitely lying’

Damian nodded.

‘Is she good? Or bad?’

“I would like to believe she is a good person, she does not present herself as malicious, be it in reputation or in mannerisms,”

‘Good then. Why are you worried about her?’

Robin paused in thought, “Because she is my friend I suppose. I worry for her well-being. There is a small possibility she is involved in a conflict that is negatively impacting her physical and perhaps even mental health,”

‘So you care for her?’

“Yes,” Damian nodded in certainty.

‘Do you like her?’

“She is pleasant to be around. Yes,”

Cass shook her head.

‘Do you like her?’

“I don't understand, we've already established I care for her,”

‘Romantic. Brother, do you have a crush?’

The young robin’s eyes widened at the question. It was a really good question. Did he? He’d never thought of it before. Of course Damian had had crushes before, everyone does. However, he is usually able to understand and identify romantic interest towards others easily. The fact that he has to dwell this long on the question is proof of uncertainty. Is it not?

If he thought about it. Does he like Marinette?  He’s already established that she was objectively very attractive, very talented and pleasant to be around.  He has been flustered by her already, on multiple occasions. He’d grown close to her in a rather short period of time compared to his other relationships. 

But what did he like about her? He liked her brilliant bluebell eyes, especially when she’d stared at his eyes to find the right shade of green that one time. He admired her baking skills, pastries on par with Alfred’s were an impressive feat. He liked her voice too! When she’d ramble about her designs and whatever topic she spoke most passionately about during their conversations-

“Oh,”

Cassandra smirked at him.

‘Oh,’ she mocked him.

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love triangle with chat noir & claw noir

pairing: adrien agreste / chat noir x gn!reader x claw noir

tags: set during the paris special, romantic rivalry (chat vs. claw), flirting (cats with reader), lots of jealousy (both cats)

when ladybug and chat noir ended up in a universe different to their own, where they were villains called shadybug and claw noir, you ended up stumbling into that universe as well!

the first person you ran into there was claw noir, who was the obviously evil counterpart to chat noir

upon meeting you, claw noir seems to be head over heels for you! he might be a villain, but he has a bit of a soft side for you and immediately starts flirting!

and when chat noir sees the two of you together, with his evil doppelgänger being all over you, he HATES it!

chat noir feels super weird about seeing ‘himself’ flirt with you and he hates that the person he's jealous of is kind of himself…?

claw noir has an easier time to separate himself from chat noir! he doesn't think he has anything in common with chat, aside from his miraculous, their feelings for you and… well, their face! or whole body, really–

when flirting with you, claw noir is far more brash and suggestive, while chat noir stumbles over his words in comparison to claw!

but chat noir is always around you, to prevent claw noir to get the chance to flirt with you! he's very protective, as he doesn't trust claw noir at all, despite the two of them being the same person

claw noir and chat noir are both very jealous! that's another thing they have in common but hate to admit!

chat noir hates the idea that you could fall in love with a villain, while claw noir believes villains are more fun than those boring heroes!

they constantly try to find a moment alone with you, but are constantly crossing each other's plans!

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Luka loves...

A/n: have a good day, let me know if I missed anything in warnings

⚠️: gender neutral reader, fluff, talk of panic attacks, ice cream, cooking,

Luka loves when you dance to his songs

Luka loves when he finds you and his sister get along

Luka loves when you cook with him because he can't cook well

Luka loves picking you up from school

Luka loves going to Andre's for ice cream after studying for hours

Luka loves when you help with kitty section

Luka loves when you help calm him down from a panic attack

Luka loves when you take his sweaters

Luka loved you from the moment you met

Have a good day and night 🌙

Pixie out 🧚‍♀��