#chloe bourgeois mlbdc

[nxrthmizu]

MLBDC AU! (Ladybug, Minuit, Monarch, Bumblebee, Viperion and Ryuko)

This is an AU I came up with about a week ago. Requests for anything that happens in this HC are welcome! Feel free to use this AU but please remember to tag me and give credit to me! Thanks and please enjoy this lil thing that I’ve imagined :P

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- Marinette and Adrien become Ladybug and Chat Noir like how the original is.

- However, about six months after Lila drama starts, Ladybug is tired of Chat’s excessive flirting and his inability to take no for an answer. After he lashed out with his temper on her a couple times, she deems him unfit to be the black cat.

- She talks to Master Fu about it and he agrees, but suggests that she recruit a  small band of heroes to help out.

- At the same time, in school, Chloe and Mari have become allies. Sabrina has abandoned Chloe in favor of Lila’s lies, and she’s now a snobbish girl who hangs onto Lila’s every word.

- Mari and Chloe form a little resistance squad.

- Marc, who was like Mari, left school because Lila targeted him a lot. Nathaniel becomes very lonely because of this.

- Mari and Chloe then pull Nath into their little squad.

- Mari and Nath bond over art stuff. Chloe is a little hesitant towards Nath at first, but when she hears him sass Lila’s clothing choices under his breath, she laughs.

- One akuma attack, Chat refuses to help and even puts her in danger. She gets angry, dragging him off into a corner as they hide from an akuma. She takes away his ring, and realizes he’s Adrien- And feels disgusted.

- She then goes to recruit Luka as Viperion.

- After they finish off the akuma, Viperion confesses that he knows who she is, and he promises to keep it a secret. LB is touched by this and their friendship grows stronger. Eventually she lets him keep his miraculous permanently.

- Mari drags Chloe and Nath to meet Luka. On their way, Mari brings Kagami along too.

- Kagami has seen how passive Adrien is and starts to dislike him.

- During another akuma attack, Luka is outstation, so LB brings in Chloe, who changes her name to Bumblebee instead of Queen Bee because Chloe feels like she’s changed and become a better person, and uses a new name to signify her change.

- After he gets back, Luka suggests that they form a permanent miraculous team. Mari considers it and later brings in Kagami as Ryuko as well.

- Kagami and Chloe still don’t know Mari’s alter identity.

- In an akuma attack, Ladybug gets hurt and Chloe and Kagami see who she actually is when she force-detransforms. 

- They bring her to Luka’s boat, and Nath, who was there, happens to know first aid so he patches her up.

- So now the entire group knows. Luka-Viperion, Chloe-Bumblebee, Kagami-Ryuko, and Nath is the group’s medic.

- Ladybug still has the black cat miraculous. Plagg is having fun with Tikki, but he’s still lonely and needs a holder.

- Marinette, in the end, decides to let Plagg go and find his holder on his own, making him promise to be responsible about it.

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- Dami goes to Paris because Bruce said “Damian you need to stop being so stiff about life and get a life”

- Dami’s around seventeen at that time

- Paris was Dick’s idea, because “Damian get a love life before you die alone” “Fuck you grayson” and “City of love it is”

- When Damian arrives in Paris’s airport, his presence is felt by Plagg.

- Plagg follows him discreetly.

- When Damian sees a rapist try to kidnap a girl, he punches said rapist in the face and helps the girl up, and then proceeds to drag the man to the nearest police station with a chaotic smile. In that moment Plagg knows he’s found his holder.

- Damian refuses at first.

- “But you’re really a black-”

- “no.”

- Eventually he has to agree because Plagg has glued the ring to his finger and now he’s the holder of the black cat miraculous. Great.

- He’s still reluctant, but when there’s an akuma that night, he transforms for the first time.

- To say the least, LB, V (Viperion), BBB (Bumblebee) and RK (Ryuko) are more than surprised to see him, but when he has LB’s back, and practically saves her from the akuma, none of the rest complained because the Mari-Protection-Squad just gained a new member.

- He introduces himself as Minuit and bows politely to all the heroes.

- LB returns to her balcony after the akuma, and she’s just watching the stars when Minuit drops by because boy she’s pretty.

- Minuit was going to just watch her at first because he felt a sort of weird presence radiating off her (Her creation miraculous), and he just felt attracted to her naturally (Being yin and yang).

- But Mari senses him, of course. There’s a sudden increase in chaos around the air.

- They make small talk and when Mari smiles at him, Damian is practically smitten.

(Time Skip~ Until Hawky is defeated and Nathaniel is given the butterfly miraculous) {note: In the time skip, Damian attends school with everyone else, but he doesn’t get to know Mari and the rest yet. He just occasionally meets Kagami during fencing practices)

- By that time, Master Fu has died and Mari’s parents are getting older. Since they were getting older, Sabine remembered some places she wanted to go to before she got too old to travel, so Tom decides to take her on a six month trip, knowing that Mari can handle herself just fine.

- Master Fu died so Mari becomes the new Miraculous Guardian. She turns a back room of the bakery into the Miraculous room, which is heavily guarded. 

- However, she quickly realizes that she can’t run the bakery on her own, so the gang comes over to help, of course. It’s a hilarious experience.

- Chloe has zero idea about how to bake, Luka is... A little confused, Kagami wants to get everything perfect, and Nathaniel is a natural with decorations. So, the five teens rotate with taking care of the bakery. Since Hawkmoth is defeated, the only villain left is actually White Peacock- Who is actually... Idk, Adrien? So they fight his sentimonsters.

- Mari and Nath create the superhero team cookies, which actually becomes really popular. Nath nearly cries when a kid comes running in for Monarch cookies. The kids normally want either the LB ones or the V ones, or the BBB or RK, or Minuit’s. It’s the first time someone wants a Monarch one and he breaks down into tears in the middle of the bakery.

- One night, when Mari is busy baking tomorrow’s goods, Minuit drops by her balcony, and when he can’t find her, he breaks into her house. (Way to go, Damian) 

- (So Damian has been in Paris for approximately 3/4 of a year and in the duration Jon has joined him, and he’s made friends with a senior named Felix Culpa and his very pipey girlfriend Bridgette.)

- He finally finds her in the bakery and he scares her, so she hits him in the face with a rolling pin.

- It hurts, of course, and Mari can’t stop apologizing, but then Minuit decides that he wants to learn baking, too.

- And so he does.

- Cue fluffy scene where Mari teaches Minuit how to bake cookies, and he just stops functioning when Mari hands him a Minuit cookie because it’s just too perfect and he can’t eat it.

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Should I do a part two? Also you can request me to do any fluffs/AUs/HCs in the above AU. Any ideas for what to name it? Message me if any errors spotted, I was too lazy to proof read...

[bluerosette23]

Maribat MASTERLIST ~ Pg1

Maribat Masterlist. (Updated: Feb 22, 2019) 

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by @ozmav​ Damian Wayne  ~  AO3  Damian Always Answers The Phone When Marinette Calls Damian Wayne:Most Overprotective Spouse/Father in BatFam HC  Daminette HC Finding Out  ~  AO3 Heroes and Villains  ~  AO3  Jason VS Adrien  ~  AO3  JL Reaction to Daminette  Lucky Bug & The Rogues  ~  AO3 Kagami Meets Damian  ~  AO3 MariDami Pitch  Of Sleepy Bugs & Worried Birds  ~  AO3  Phone Calls  ~  AO3 Puzzles & Luck  ~  AO3 Quality Time/Moments  ~  AO3 Question Of A Lifetime  ~  AO3 Teen Titans HC Wine Aunts AU/HC

by @18-fandoms-unite-08​ I Didn’t Know I Needed You When You Needed Me Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3  Prompts [Masterlist]  Decision ~ The Demonic Duo ~ Myself, I Will Focus On ~ A Sign ~ I’ve Missed You ~ Wounds ~ It’s Not Your Fault ~ Blood ~ Please Tell Me ~ It’s Been A While, Hasn’t It? ~ Friend Zoned, Hard Zoned ~ I’m Not The One To Blame ~ I Don’t Care, Not Anymore 

by @2sunchild2 A Guy That I’d Kinda Be Into A Pen Pal’s Advice in Butt Kicking Betrothed AU [Prompt] Bird Watching  Daminette AU:Slow Burn Daminette AU: The Disneyland Tragedy Daminette God AU  Genderbend!Daminette  Facetime Failure Happy Birthday Disaster  Hostage [Prompt] I Can Get You A Date With One of Them [Prompt] Just Watch:Daminette AU Male!MarixDamian [Prompt] Retro was Always in Style  They Just Don’t Know You Songfic Totally A Duo [Jasonette] Treasure When Karma Bites Back  

by @7701deathlyhalfbloodprincess Miracles In Gotham  ~  AO3 Prologue ~ CH1

by @a-la-la-llama​  Daminette Song Fic ~ The One Where Marinette Steals The Batmobile Aged Up Daminette Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3  Blueberry Maribat Pt1 ~ Pt2 

by @a-marlene-s​  BioDad!Bruce + Male!Mari  Jason Is Very Picky With Who’s He’s Soft For [Jasonette] Tall!Mari/Short!Damian  Futuristic Miraculous [TerRi] Pt1 ~ Pt2  Gotham Nine-Nine [Timari] (collab with ladylucina28)  Background ~ Ranks ~ Preferred Drink of Choice ~ Mari’s Thoughts on G99 CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3  Lady Noir And Red Robin [Timari]  Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3   I Nearly Got Ran Over By The Batmobile: Twitter AU Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 Unknown Reality [Jasonette] Preface ~ Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 

by @akalei Ladybug Young Justice Masterpost ~ Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 

by @alexiessan  Never Alone  ~  AO3 Masterlist ~ CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4 ~ CH5 ~ CH6 ~ CH7 ~ CH8 ~ CH9 

by @ali-kitkat Audacity  ~  AO3 CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4  Fear Toxin  ~  AO3 Hisses & Scratches CH1  Summer Gardenia (Valentine’s Special)  Pt1  The Bat’s and Bug’s Prank War Series  ~  AO3 The Beginning Of The End ~ The Plot of Revenge ~ Marinette’s Revenge  What’s A Sham? Our Childhood  ~  AO3  CH1 ~ CH2 

by @alycesaysno Beyond Miraculous  ~  AO3 CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4 ~ CH5 ~ CH6 ~ CH7 

by @amlesi Don’t Lie ~ Trust Me

by AnonymousWriter15 Birds And Butterflies  ~  AO3 

by @aquariusrunes BatFam Meets MLB Meets Edna Mode The Superfriends AU Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt2.5 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 ~ Pt9 ~ Pt10 ~ Pt11 

by @arsaem Marinette’s Balcony Club OG Post ~ Pt1 ~ Pt2 

by @artxyra​  [MASTERLIST] Daminette AU Idea TA Marinette - DC Version  The Robin’s Angel  Thief!Marinette  Untitled Piece #1 Another DC TA Marinette Story Pt1 ~ Pt2 Daminette Twins AU Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5  ML X DCs Titans AU  Timeline ~ Prologue ~ Pt1  Lost In Paris  Pt1  Psychologist Marinette AU Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 

by @aserniccatnip Lady Light  Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3

by @autumnray Swapped Lives Pt1 ~ Pt2 

by @bannananorie  Marinette Todd AU  1 ~ 2 ~ 3 ~ 4 ~ 5 ~ 6 ~ 7 ~ 8 ~ 9 

by @bb-basbusa  BioDad!Bruce Wayne  I Want You Back (Based on miraculous-of-salt story) Pt1 ~ Pt2 

by @black-streak  Little Pistol Prologue ~ Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4  Saturday Night’s Alright For Fighting [Timari] Masterlist ~ Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 ~ Pt9 ~ Pt10 ~ Pt11 ~ Pt12 ~ Pt13 ~ Pt14  Waiting For The Worms [Jasonette] Masterlist ~ Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 ~ Pt9 ~ Pt10 ~ Pt11 ~ Pt12 ~ Pt13 ~ Pt14 ~ Pt15 ~ Pt16 ~ Pt17 ~ Pt18 ~ Pt19 ~ Pt20 ~ Pt21 ~ Pt22  Prompts A Challenge for Batman ~ Animalistic Tenencies ~ Babe’s First Murder [Jasonette] ~ Birthday Worth Remembering ~ Breathe ~ Coffee Themed Akuma ~ Employee!Mari ~ Espresso ~ Guardian!Mari ~ Lasso Of Truth [Dickinette] ~ Multimouse!Mari ~ Perfectly Planned ~ Pick-up Line ~ Pregnant!Mari [Jasonette] ~ Revenge ~ Syren Incident (1 ~ 2 ~ 3) ~ Timari Proposal (1 ~ 2) ~ WalMart Shopping [Pre-Dickinette] Maribat March D1 ~ D2 ~ D3 ~ D4 ~ D5 ~ D6 ~ D7 ~ D8 ~ D9 ~ D10 ~ D11 ~ D12 ~ D13 ~ D14 ~ D15 ~ D16 ~ D17 ~ D18 ~ D19 ~ D20 ~ D21 ~ D22 ~ D23 ~ D24 ~ D25 ~ D26 ~ D27 ~ D28 ~ D29 ~ D30 ~ D31 

by @blooming-rose-writings MLB X DC Spiderverse AU Info ~ Pt1 

by @bonbonbun-luna​  Youtuber AU Alone In Paris  CH1 ~ CH2 

by @bravescribbles Power Couple Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 

by @cadenceh2o Broken Hearts And Empty Ones  Love Story Daminette  Hogwart Daminette AU CH1~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4 ~ CH5 ~ CH6 ~ CH7 ~ CH8 ~ CH9 ~ CH10  Lordbug, Robin and Kitty Noir CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4 ~ CH5 ~ CH6 ~ CH7 ~ CH8 ~ CH9 ~ CH10 ~ CH11  MLBDC AU Pt1 ~ Pt2

by @caffeinetheory  Steph And Mari Meet [SpoilBug] Investigation Games [Timari]  CH1  Safe House AU [LadyArrow] Ideas ~ CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4  Jasonette Prompts Everything Stays(1) ~ There’s Gotta Be A Reason(2) ~ Flower Shop AU ~ Nighttime Cuddles LadyArrow Prompts I Can’t Do This Anymore ~ Wayne Gala Timari Prompts School AU ~ Coffee Shop AU ~ Soulmate AU Timari Week  D1 ~ D2 ~ D3 ~ D4 ~ D5 ~ D6 ~ D7  Maribat Monday  1 ~ 2-Promises ~ 3-Blackout ~ 4-Celebration ~ 5-Under The Sea ~ 6-Heartfelt ~ 7-Protection 

by @calliopeia  Love Alarm Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 ~ Pt9  On The Other Side Of The Mirror  ~  AO3   Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5  Next Time You Ask A Favor, Make Sure It Won’t Kill Me [Timari]  ~  AO3 Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 

by @carrisarune Fairy Wings AU The Beginning ~ What Happens Next

by @cassiopeiathequeen A Different Kind Of Green  Frayed Edges And Forgotten Love   Girlfriend Troubles [Marijon]  I’ll Start Now [TimxChloe] If I Could Tell Her [Jasonette] Maritime Madness [Jasonette] My Secret Santa [Roy/Mari/Jay] Please Don’t Take My Sunshine Away [Wallynette]  ~  AO3  Rewrite The Stars Songfic [Jasonette] Wait, Wait, You’re My Kid? [Timari]  ~  AO3 A Pocket Knife and A Gun [Jasonette]  ~  AO3 Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 Birthday Shenanigans (Pt1 ~ Pt2  ~ AO3)   Can We Keep Him? [Jasonette]  ~  AO3  CH1 ~ CH2 ~ CH3 ~ CH4 ~ CH5 ~ CH6  Let Me Hold Your Heart [Dickinette] Pt1  Ocean Eyes And Saltwater Tears [Timari]  ~  AO3 Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 The Friendship of a Ladybug and a Zombie Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7(1 ~ 2) ~ Pt8  The Thread We Share  ~  AO3  CH1(Pt1 ~ Pt2) ~ CH2 ~ CH3 

by @chocolate1721 Bunny Mobile ~ Dick Stuck In A Banana ~ Gala ~ Marinette’s Revenge 

by @chloe-bourgeois-is-big-gay Chlo’s Maribat One-Shots  ~  AO3 Pt1 ~ Pt2 ~ Pt3 ~ Pt4 ~ Pt5 ~ Pt6 ~ Pt7 ~ Pt8 ~ Pt9 Paris is Overrated Anyway  ~  AO3 Pt1 ~ Pt2 

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[nxrthmizu]

-Lordbug, Robin and Kitty Noir- Chapter Twelve: In Which Lila Lies

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/Part One//Part Eleven/

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The school was abuzz with chatter. Students everywhere gossiped about MDC’s show, everyone sharing their opinions about the newly-debuted designer. Some people sharing their opinions more than others. 

“I knew her since we were four!” Lila declared. “When we were kids, I used to be her model.” 

The girls in the class fawned over the fact that Lila, yet again, knew another famous person. MDC had bloomed into an overnight sensation- ‘Majesty’ crowded over magazine covers, but the Lordbug and Kitty Noir outfits were not overshadowed. Many pages were dedicated to the fashion show that had taken place the previous day, each and every article complementing on the designer’s skill and talent- And she was so polite, too! (Not to mention she was really pretty~)

Aurore was smiling widely as students flocked her, asking how she’s managed to get an interview with MDC before MDC even debuted. She smiled and brushed people off politely, saying that she was just lucky. The sour look on Alya’s face was unmissable, so Lila quickly jumped to the chance. 

“Oh, I’m so sorry, Alya.” The Italian pouted as she apologised. “I did mention you to MDC, but she said she already found a blog to interview her. I’m sure she’ll ask you to do the next one, though! She was really sorry that you didn’t get your chance since she already asked Aurore.” 

The ombre-haired girl brightened up immediately. “Gosh, that’s so nice of you, Lila! And there’s no need to apologise.” She cast a dark look at Aurore. “She got in by luck, I’ll get in for talent.” 

Across the classroom, Chloe snorted. The trio had been lounging at the back, listening to the conversation with… Various feelings about it. Damian was downright furious. How dare Lila claim she knew MDC when MDC was bullied by her everyday? Chloe was rather amused- She couldn’t wait to see Lila’s face when Marinette revealed herself after their graduation. Marinette was rather… Unbothered. Karma would be back for the Italian girl when the right time came- There was no need to get her own hands dirty. 

“I still feel so sorry you didn’t get the chance, Alya.” Lila pouted and shedded a tear. “To make it up to you, I’ll ask MDC to do a commission for you. She always said that since I helped her to her success, she’d make a dress for me anytime.” 

Awe and jealousy glinted in every girls’ eyes. Alya beamed enthusiastically. “Lila! You’re always so kind, thank you! I’d love to get a dress from MDC!” 

“Too bad she’s not actually getting one.” Chloe glanced at her nails, a bored expression on her face. Marinette shot her a playful look, which the blonde shrugged off. 

Luckily, Chloe’s remark was unheard by the excited girls, who continued to crowd around Lila until Madame Mendeliev snapped her book on the table, yelling for everyone to get back to their seats. Still, the excitement lingered in the class, and the skip in Alya’s pace spoke enough of how disappointed she’d be on the next day.

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“Alya, please forgive me.” Lila sniffed pitifully as she cried. “I asked MDC, but she said she was flocked with commissions overnight and she can’t get to yours until she’s finished all the rest!” 

Alya’s face fell as her eyes dulled in disappointment. She’d been looking forward to good news from Lila, but clearly, the only thing that the day had brought was bad luck. The ombre-girl tried to keep a straight face as she reassured her friend. “It’s alright, Lila. I’m pretty sure she was really busy anyway.” She chuckled and shrugged it off, but everyone could see the stiffness of her body, the slump of her shoulders, and the tears prickling on her eyelids. 

Damian let out a little chuckle, his green eyes twinkling in satisfaction. “What did I say?” 

“Pft.” Chloe laughed softly, her amusement clear in her eyes and her relaxed position. “Too bad, Cesaire.” 

Marinette glared at both of them. “Play nice!” She hissed. Her two friends took one look at each other and shrugged, uncaring of the disappointment and lies that constantly hovered over that class. 

It was no longer, their class, after all. 

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The call was pretty much expected. 

“Damian.” The stern voice of his father made it clear that it was unarguable. “I demand to meet the girl.” 

Although it was already a made decision, it didn’t mean Damian had to be happy about it. “Fine.” He grumbled. “I’ll ask her. But no promises.” 

Bruce made a grunt in his throat, his excitement not showing through his facial expression but his eyes. Blue orbs sparkled in excitement as the papa bat waited patiently to meet his little robin’s newfound mate. 

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“Um, Marinette…” Damian coughed awkwardly into the phone. “My… Um, father wants to meet you.” 

The bluenette blinked in confusion on the other side of the line. “Um… Why? Did I do something wrong?” Damian heard his heart crack a little at the concern in her voice. No, you didn’t do anything wrong, my dad just wants to see you. Because he’s a busy body who can’t keep his nose out of my business. 

“No, no it’s nothing like that.” Damian sighed, shooting a sharp glare at Tikki, who giggled as she munched on a sugar cube. “It’s just- Um- He kind of guessed that you’re MDC and he’s impressed.” 

Marinette sighed in relief. “Oh, then should I bring Chloe as well?” 

The green-eyed Gothamite wanted to groan. No, not Bourgeois. But on second thought, Marinette would be more comfortable and assured with the blonde there. “Ye- Yeah, actually, why not.” 

“Great! I’ll call her now. Do I have to dress formally? Where are we meeting your father? Should I bring any gifts? Macarons? There’s still time for me to bake a cake!” Marinette’s frantic rambling made a little smile creep up the emerald-eyed’s lips. Tikki giggled at how hopeless her miraculous holder was- And at how frantic Plagg’s holder was. 

“We’re meeting him at a restaurant, so maybe dress formally. And no, you don’t need to bring any gifts, ange-” Before he could finish, he was cut off by the bluenette’s insistent rambling.

“You know what, I’m going to bake a cake. I saw a really nice recipe online the other day and I think it would be a good idea! I’ll, um, get started now, does your dad like cheesecakes? What about peaches?” 

Damian wanted to laugh. Gosh, he loved the bluenette. “Yes, he likes cheesecakes, and yes, I’m pretty sure he’s fine with peaches as well.” 

“Alright then! I’ll get going now, I have a cake to bake! See ya in a bit, Dami!” 

And then the phone call ended. Damian laughed to himself, Tikki watching with a warm smile as the emerald-eyed boy fondly thought of his bluenette classmate. 

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Chloe was leaning leisurely on her bed, flipping through a fashion magazine. And then her phone rang. 

She frowned, picking up her phone. The caller ID read ‘Bluenette’. The blonde sighed, clicking the answer button. “What is it, Dupain-Cheng? This better be important. You interrupted my magazine reading session.” The blonde grumbled. 

“Damian’sdadwantstomeetusapparentlyheknowsI’mMDCandsoyouneedtocometoobecauseyouwereoneofthemodelsand-”

Chloe blinked. “Okay, go over that again, but slower.” 

Marinette took a deep breath. “Damian’s dad wants to meet us, apparently he knows I’m MDC and so you need to come too because you are one of the models and I’m baking a cake to bring and we have to dress formally because it’s going to be a formal dinner.” 

“Okay.” Chloe breathed. “And this has to do with me because I need to go?” 

“Yes, and I’m calling because do you want some peach cheesecake?” Marinette’s bright voice made a little grin dance across the mayor’s daughters lips. Really, it was impossible to not laugh when you were talking to the world’s brightest little bluenette. 

Chloe sighed as she got off her bed. “The cake better be good, Dupain-Cheng.” 

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The bakery smelt of cream cheese and peach syrup; Chloe sighed as she breathed in the satisfying scents. “That isn’t actually half-bad, Dupain-Cheng.” 

Marinette giggled. “Well, the big cake will be for Damian’s father, you can have all the tarts if you want.” 

The bluenette baker had baked seven cakes- A giant cake, and six miniature versions of the cake- Tarts. The bottom of the cake was a strong layer of sponge cake, followed by a cream cheese mixture. Atop the cream cheese was a layer of raspberry jam. After that was a jelly made from peach syrup- And inside the translucent jelly was cut up pieces of peach. Marinette had garnished the cake with some decorative flowers, sprinkling some strawberry powder above everything for the final touch. The baker girl delicately slid the cake into a pretty, white box, tying a perfect ribbon to top everything. 

“That, is really not bad.” Chloe hummed. “I appreciate this, and much more, for my birthday.” 

The bluenette laughed. “Sure, Chloe.” She smiled warmly at her blonde friend, bluebell eyes twinkling in happiness. 

Ding! 

The front door of the bakery opened, and Sabine called out for the two girls at the back of the kitchen. “Marinette! Your friend’s here!” 

“Coming, mama!” Marinette replied, hastily (But carefully) lifting up the box, tugging the ribbon one last time to her satisfaction. 

“Marinette, that ribbon is the definition of perfection. Stop fidgeting with it.” Chloe rolled her eyes. “Let’s go!” 

The bluenette hummed, following after her blonde friend with a bright, happy smile on her face. 

Little did she know, she was about to meet her father-in-law. 

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“You must be Marinette.” Bruce smiled warmly, holding a hand for Marinette to shake. The girl panicked, awkwardly trying to figure out which hand to use to shake Bruce’s hand as she held the cake box in her hands. Damian resisted the fond chuckle that was building up in his throat, reaching over to take the cake from Marinette as the bluenette shot him a grateful look. 

“You’re Bruce Wayne.” Chloe deadpanned, shooting glares at Damian. “Damian never said he was the Damian Wayne.” 

The boy shrugged. “I was going under Fu’s name since I was living with him.” 

Bruce nodded. “And you must be Ms. Bourgeois.” The blonde smiled, reaching over to shake the billionaire’s hand as well. 

“Um, I baked a little something for you.” Marinette smiled shyly. “I hope you like cheesecakes?” 

Bruce’s eyes conveyed nothing but surprise. “You can bake?” 

“Father, Marinette is a baker’s daughter. Her parents own the most popular bakery in all of Paris.” Damian cut in, his emerald eyes practically yelling threats at his father. 

“I see.” Bruce nodded approvingly. “Ms. Dupain-Cheng is truly a very talented individual.” 

The said girl blushed fiercely, spluttering out her thanks. Bruce smiled at how polite and awkward the girl was- Truly, his future daughter-in-law was one of a kind. 

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/Part Thirteen/

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A/N: Yes, I’ve been MIA for a very long time, sorry... Exams were clogging every part of my schedule. I’ll hopefully be getting back to writing so here’s an update for now! :) Have a nice day everyone, and thanks for putting up with my hectic update schedule... *Insert laughing face* 

My grandma’s birthday is today, so I rushed this before her birthday party! Once again, contact me if any mistakes are found. 

On another note, I’m sorry to announce that the taglist is closed.

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-Lordbug, Robin and Kitty Noir- Chapter Thirteen: In Which The Fun(d) Begins!

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/Part One//Part Twelve/

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A week after the initial MDC debut was the weeks in which a few things would take place. A few small tests that later contributed to the overall marks of their exams would be given, and there was going to be the school’s first fundraiser of the year. 

Each class or club would need to create a booth of some sort, selling whatever they wanted- And the money earned would contribute to whatever sort of trip they could afford from their earnings. 

Now, it was a common thing for Marinette to get extra commissions from the other classes during this time. Theatre club needed someone to do costumes, some other classes that were selling goods needed some posters, and the student council would sometimes ask for Marinette to help organise the event due to her great organisation skill. Numerous people needed things from her- And the great thing was, unlike her class, these people understood that her effort couldn’t just be brushed off as a mere ‘favour’. 

Due to this, Marinette felt really, really excited for the first fundraiser of that year. She was free! She no longer had to work her ass off for the fundraising of her class- Since they had personally told her so. This was how it went: 

“What are we going to do this year?” Rose asked curiously, her eyes beaming with excitement at the thought of the fundraiser- And more importantly, the trip it would later contribute to. 

“A bake sale, obviously.” Alya announced as a matter-of-factly. “That’s what we always do for the first fundraiser.” The girl turned to Lila with a bright grin. “You’ll see, Lila, this’ll be very fun! And by the end of the year, we can always go to great places- Last year we went to New York!” 

Lila’s eyes glimmered greedily as she listened to Alya’s wild recounts of the places they went before. Then she caught the eye of a particular bluenette who was sitting at the end of the class. Her heart darkened at the thought of the trio going to a trip with them- She wasn’t going to let them off that easily. 

“You know, Alya, I’m really excited for the first fundraiser.” Lila begin, pouting. “But I’m afraid the three of them really don’t like me and because of that they might not help during the bake sale, and they might mess everything up!” She whimpered sympathetically. “I really don’t want the whole class to lose their trip just because some people are uncooperative with me.” 

The class murmured in agreement, some of the students going to comfort Lila and some other students sending sharp glares at the three at the back of the classroom. Damian and Chloe both shrugged the glares off, being used to being disliked, while Marinette just pursed her lips and continued sketching in her sketchbook. The glares were plain out ignored. 

“You don’t have to help out for the fundraisers this year.” Alya spat out acidly. “But you won’t be coming for the yearly trip either.” 

Damian shared a look with Chloe as Marinette continued to ignore the class and sketch. “Sure.” He shrugged. “I don’t mind.” He really didn’t- Marinette had informed him that if the class kicked them out of the fundraiser, she had already secured a place for the three of them in the art-drama club alliance. They would be fundraising with another group of their own, and they would go on a separate trip.  

“Where should we go this year?” Rose asked dreamily, thinking of the magnificent trips they had in past years. 

Alya opened her mouth to say something, but closed it again as she searched for a cool place to go in her mind. “Um...” She fumbled with her words. “What about...” She looked around desperately, looking for any sort of idea. 

“You know, that looks like it was inspired by Gotham’s gargoyles.” Damian murmured at the back of the room, pointing at one of the sketches on the page. Marinette giggled. 

“That’s right! I based it off some pictures I found on the internet.” She told him, Chloe humming as she peered at the page. 

Alya snapped her fingers, grinning triumphantly like it was her own idea. “Let’s go to Gotham this year!” 

The class cheered in excitement, and of course Lila didn’t let the opportunity escape. 

“That’s great! We could go meet my childhood friend, Damian Wayne!” Lila smiled happily. “He used to like me, you know?” 

The class fawned the liar once again as the three at the back sighed and ignored the commotion. “Seriously, do any of them have brains?” Chloe scoffed, narrowing her eyes at the idiots that were their classmates. Damian Wayne was actually in their class- And the blonde had just met Bruce Wayne a week ago.  

Damian leaned back into his chair, snorting and feeling glad that he had been kicked out of the class fundraiser. “Obviously not.” 

A knock on the door interrupted the fawning session. Annoyance lined Lila’s eyes for whoever disrupted her moment. A brown-haired girl peered in, eyes brightening when she spotted the bluenette at the back. “Sorry, could I see Marinette please?” 

The bluenette looked up, smiling at the sight of her fellow student. “Tara!” She skipped down the steps of the classroom, avoiding her classmates gracefully, landing at the front of the door, where Tara was patiently waiting. The brown-haired girl gestured for Marinette to lean closer and whispered something in her ear- Something that made Marinette’s eyes light up. “Damian! Chloe!” She called her friends, her giddiness making fury boil in Lila’s heart. The two friends of the bluenette sighed tiredly at each other before joining their excited sunshine friend at the front of the room, both passing by their classmates with a cool aura. 

Tara eyed the two suspiciously. “You sure you trust them, Mari?” She whispered in the bluenette’s ear, making Damian growl defensively. 

Marinette nodded surely, grinning at her friends. “Positive.” 

And so the four students left the classroom, leaving the classmates in rumbling confusion and Lila in boiling anger. 

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“So, what’s this all about?” Chloe raised an eyebrow, demanding an explanation from the bluenette. Damian hummed, already having guessed that it was about the art-drama club alliance. 

“Well, I sort of guessed that Lila would kick us out of the fundraiser, so I talked to the presidents of the art and drama clubs, and we decided to start out own fundraiser!” Marinette grinned. “We’ll get to go on our own trip during summer break, too.” 

“And with Mari planning, we’re going to have the best trip ever!” Tara exclaimed, grinning from ear-to-ear. “It’s going to be awesome!” 

The bluenette smiled. “Chloe’s a pretty good planner, too! She was class president before I was.” 

Tara made a face. “And now that Alya is class president, I hear? Well, I couldn’t care less- But the greatest thing is you finally left that class! Gosh, Mari, they were just taking advantage of you. This year’s trip is going to be so! Awesome!” The brown-haired girl jumped in excitement, pushing the door open to the art room, where a few other students had already gathered. “Alright, guys! I told you all that we’d have some good news to tell today- Marinette’s joining us!” Tara looked at the blonde and the green-eyed boy behind Marinette. “And her friends, too.”  

The students in the room cheered and clapped, delighted that the school’s best artist and planner had decided to join their little gang. 

“Introduce yourselves.” Marinette told her friends with a grin. “Come on!” 

Chloe rolled her eyes. “Chloe Bourgeois.” 

Damian sighed exasperatedly. “Damian Wa-Fu.” 

Tara furrowed her eyebrows in confusion. “Damian Wafu?” 

“Damian Fu.” He cleared his throat, ignoring the sniffled laughs of the two girls behind him. 

“RIght...” Tara nodded. “Anyway, I’m Tara, president of the art club, and here we have members of the drama club. Thanks to Marinette, we’ve called an alliance, and we’ll go on a trip together during summer holidays with our shared earnings.” 

“I’m Madeline, president of the drama club.” A blonde girl introduced, hopping down from one of the cardboard boxes that were piling at the back of the room. “Alright, since everyone’s here, we’re confirming that no one else will be joining or leaving this group until the fundraiser’s all over.” 

Tara nodded, looking at her art club members- The students all nodded and gave thumbs up. 

“Okay, so here’s the plan.” Marinette stepped forward, taking a deep breath. “We’re going to run the usual fundraising events- Bake sales, car wash, maybe a fun fair or two, and maybe, just maybe we might have a little fashion show, since your presidents both asked for it.” The bluenette grinned at the drama and art club presidents, both of which smiled sheepishly. 

“But while we run the usual funding events, we’ll also be preparing for the grand finale.” Tara paused for dramatic effect before announcing loudly: “A play!” 

Madeline nodded. “We’re still getting the script together,” She gestured at the two script writers belonging to the drama club. “And once that’s done, the art club will start putting together sets, backgrounds, costumes, props and all that sort. We’ll also have people from the art club running lighting and backstage stuff while the drama club performs onstage.” 

Damian hummed. “Sounds interesting.” 

Tara nodded her thanks at his interest, smiling at the fact the cold-looking boy had offered his opinion. “Does everyone understand?” 

The art and drama club chorused their ‘yeses’, excitement filling the air with the thought of the play at the end of the year. “That’s great! I’m going to need everyone to come up here and put their phone numbers on this paper, we’re going to create a group chat.” Marinette announced, borrowing a piece of paper and pen from a nearby art student. 

The club members swarmed forward, scrambling around to write their names and phone numbers. “Once you’re done, return to your classes. Tomorrow we’ll be meeting here again to discuss the audition dates for the drama club and the roles for the art club.” Madeline yelled over the noise. “Meeting dismissed!” 

Chloe crossed her arms angrily at the bluenette. “You planned this, and you didn’t tell me?” The girl basically screeched at her bluenette friend, who held her hands up in surrender sheepishly. 

“Sorry.” Marinette apologised. “It was kind of a we-planned-it-last-night thing.” 

“Then why does he know?” Chloe pointed an accusing finger at Damian, who shrugged. 

“I called her last night.” He said nonchalantly. 

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After Chloe had calmed down, she talked to the script writers of the drama club, requesting for a copy of the script, which they happily gave. She made (surprisingly) little criticism, but she requested for them to make a few changes here and there. Damian hung around near Marinette, who was patiently telling everyone to write their phone numbers and names. When all the art and drama club members had filed out, both Damian and Chloe scribbled their phone numbers of the paper, which was then kept by Marinette. 

“Alright!” The bluenette smiled, patting the paper which was in her jeans pocket. “Shall we get back to class?” 

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/Part Fourteen/

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:D I updated! My online classes are killing me, tho. :( Anyway, here’s a chapter! Till next time! 

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-Lordbug, Robin and Kitty Noir- Chapter Eleven: In Which Bruce Tries To Meet His Daughter-In-Law (But Fails)

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/Part One//Part Ten/

Description: In which the fashion show finally takes place :D

Warnings: None

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And I’m back with an update! :D Currently I’m in a small town in the middle of a mountains… Basically, the middle of nowhere in which you need to drive through three (If there isn’t traffic) hours of mountains to get to. But! I have Wi-Fi, so here I am, typing an update for you from the middle of nowhere :D

As always, this wasn’t proof-read, I didn’t have enough time, sorry :( so please contact me if any mistakes were found! :D Enjoy

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Kitty dropped into her balcony seconds before her transformation dropped. She leaped off her bunk-bed-thingy into the middle of her bedroom, where the unfinished dress stood calmly. 

“Help yourself to the macarons.” Marinette told Plagg distractedly. “I need to finish the dress.” 

“Hey.” 

Marinette hummed, looking up to see Robin casually leaning against one of the pillars. She screeched, backtracking in surprise until her brain fully registered who it was. “Um, hey?” 

Robin blushed. “I know I shouldn’t be in your room unannounced but… I saw that you needed help.” He gestured to her dress. “And I thought if you needed a pair of extra hands, I could…?” 

Marinette bit her lip. “I suppose.” She smiled. “Alright, come here and I’ll run you through quickly.” She glanced at the clock, and quickly checked to make sure that Plagg was safely hidden in a little crevasse behind numerous fabrics and organisation shelves on her desk. “We have… Ten minutes until my friends get here. I need to have my dress done by then.” 

She quickly ran him through the process of sewing each pearl, and to no surprise, Robin was an attentive learner and was basically, the definition of delicate. His first pearl had been a little shaky, but the one after his first was near- If not- Perfect. He had even distributed the sparkles around the pearls proportionally- And that was something that took loads of practice. It had taken her weeks to perfect that skill, and he got the whole thing perfect after watching her just once. 

“There we go.” Marinette smiled, snapping off the thread as the last pearl went in securely. With the two of them working, fuelled by fiery determination- They’d finished the dress in no time. 

“I’ll be there.” He said, breaking the satisfying silence between the two of them. She looked up in surprise, the sheer happiness in her bluebell eyes making him blush excessively. “I’ll go there in my civilian identity, so you won’t see me- But I’ll be there.” He told her, smiling shyly. “Good luck.” 

Marinette coughed, her cheeks blossoming in scarlet, secretly really pleased that he had bothered to find out and to tell her. “Could I.. Get a good luck kiss?” 

He pulled her close, dipping her by the waist as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips, the little squeal escaping her throat almost making him growl possessively.

“Good luck, angel.” Robin whispered, shooting his grappling hook out before leaping from the balcony. 

Marinette watched, dazed as he left, her fingers rising to touch where he’d kissed her. 

“Marinette! I’m ready to rock that runway!” Chloe announced her arrival, slipping out of the trapdoor, snapping Marinette out of her daze. 

“R-Right.” The bluenette stuttered. “Right. The runway.” 

—

That was by far, Damian’s second kiss, and he couldn’t have been anymore flustered. It did bother him- He wanted her to love his civilian identity, too, so maybe one day he’d tell her- But as of then… He touched his lips, still slightly tainted with Marinette’s chapstick, and blushed. 

“Alright.” He dropped into a back alley, where he had stashed his extra clothes- He had, actually, stashed a lot of of his clothes everywhere in case he ever needed a quick change from being Robin. “I have a fashion show to attend.” 

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“Perfect.” Marinette breathed as Chloe twirled once with her white-blue-and-yellow dress. The upper half of the dress was tailored to be skin-tight for Chloe while the lower half opened in a upside down tulip-shaped gown. White lined each fold of the gown, followed by a blue backdrop. The cute, rounded collar of the dress shone a pastel yellow, with the ends of the dress lined in yellow as well. 

“Now put this on.” Marinette ushered, handing Chloe another hanger, but this one had a white blazer on it. Yellow and black stripes alike to a bumblebee’s twirled along the white of the blazer, giving the whole piece a very striking feel. 

“Utterly gorgeous.” Chloe breathed, twirling around before flipping her hair. “Aren’t I gorgeous?” 

Marinette giggled. “Yes, yes you are.” The bluenette’s eyes twinkled. “Do you know what you’re missing?” 

The bluenette reached into Chloe’s purse, where Pollen was resting quietly. The bee brooch shone in the evening sun, and Marinette slipped in properly over Chloe’s silvery, blonde hair. “There.” She smiled. “You deserve it, Chloe.” 

The blonde’s lip trembled. She turned away, embarrassed. “I-I’m not crying, Dupain-Cheng.” 

Marinette pulled the blonde in for a hug, her arms looping around the dress to squeeze Chloe in for a hug that conveyed a thousand messages. 

Thank you. 

“Um… Hey.” Damian cleared his throat, an amused smile on his lips as the two girls turned to glare at him in unison. 

“We were having a moment!” Chloe snapped. “Be quiet. Get out!” 

Marinette sighed, letting go of Chloe. “Well, Damian, let’s get you changed, too.” She retrieved two articles of clothing from off the hanger, handing him a black button-up shirt, a pair of dark green jeans, and finally, a black-green vest to go on top of all of it. 

Damian took the hangers from Marinette, turning to go change. The bluenette stared as he left, the small pinch of green sparkles between his fingertips only adding more to her growing suspicion. 

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“It’s the right size?” Marinette asked as she told Damian to move around and check if the blazer was just right for him. 

“Yes.” He nodded, a little worried. When he took to hanger from her, he’d used the hand with the sparkles on them- He didn’t have time to wash them off, and he only noticed when he went to change in the toilet. 

Shuffling over to her table, Marinette came back with a brush and and a bottle of hair spray. “Don’t move.” She instructed as she stood on her tip-toes, reaching up to tame his messy black bangs. 

Damian chuckled, kneeling down so she didn’t have to strain herself to reach up. The bluenette huffed, brushing his hair with more strength, making him wince in the process. 

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” Damian scowled. “Easy, an- Marinette.” He corrected. 

Chloe rolled her eyes at the two. “Hurry up! The show must go on, and it can’t go on without the main characters, okay?” 

—

Bruce sat in the front row of the fashion show, his finger lingering over Damian’s number. Before he could decide on whether to call is son, however,  the lights flicked on. 

Meanwhile, in the backstage, the designer was pepping up her models as she handed the both of them black masks that would help conceal their identities (Paris is blind, just a mask will make you unrecognisable). “You’ve got this!” Marinette grinned. “Fighting!” 

Chloe nodded confidently, tying the mask around her head, avoiding her hair, while Damian only smiled warmly to reassure the bluenette. “We’ll be fine.” He told her, putting on his own mask, knowing she was only trying to calm her own nerves. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her palm. 

Marinette made a purring noise in her throat softly before she caught herself. She cleared her throat, her own mask in hand. “Um, good luck?” 

“Let’s give it up for the MDC line!” The MC announced, and the two took that as their cue. 

“Presenting to you- Bumblebee in the Sky.” 

Chloe stepped out first, the white, blue and yellow dress catching the eyes of many in the crowd due to it’s striking palette. The white blazer flapped fiercely in the wind that was supplied by the large fans towards the side, and the blonde strutted on the walkway, flipping her hair, striking a pose on the end of the walkway. Cameras flashed at the unique design of the bumblebee stripes on the white blazer, and the audience clapped. Chloe turned back towards the entrance, and Damian was ushered out. 

“Nightingales in the Dark.” 

He was a little uncomfortable with the lights and cameras- But he was a Wayne. He was used to it. 

The audience murmured about the unique, shiny fabric that was the dark green base for the suit. The black button shirt, under the sight of the spotlights, revealed spiralling, silver designs that detailed of nightingales and ivies. It was only when the light shone down on it, it would reflect and glow against the dark fabric. 

Damian glowered fiercely at the cameras as he stood on the end of the walkway, catching sight of Marinette stuffing Chloe into the next design out of the corner of his eye. He had to take his time- So that Chloe had enough time to change. Changing his pose, Damian saw an ‘ok’ sign from Marinette, and headed back inside as Chloe emerged with her next ensemble. 

“May I present to you- Majesty.” 

The next dress was the pastel yellow masterpiece that was clearly inspired by Queen Bee. Chloe’s blonde hair danced in the wind gracefully, the brooch on her hair sparkling bright and golden.

The crowd awed at the pastel dress- Golden detailing lined the dress the same way they lined Damian’s shirt- They would only show under the light. Golden threads told of numerous, graceful bees that were waltzing in the wind, and colourful threads painted flowers and grasses along the edge of the dress, bringing out colours of red, dark blue, emerald and ivory white. 

Chloe posed more than multiple times for the camera, each camera fighting for cover-page photos of the gorgeous dress. 

Meanwhile, Damian was busy putting on his next set- The grey t-shirt with his Robin jacket. When he emerged from the changing room, Marinette had a knowing smile on her lips. 

“Ready?” She asked softly. He nodded, smiling in reply. 

“Ready.” 

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When Bruce first saw Damian onstage, it was definitely not what he had been expecting. He had never thought Damian would be modelling- That said quite a lot about the girl, if she was able to convince Damian to model. 

He had taken more than one photo and maybe shed more than one (1) tear. 

After the spectacular piece that was Majesty, Bruce had been throughly awed by the aspiring designer. 

“Now, let’s give a round of applause for a piece that was inspired by one of Gotham’s superheroes- Robin!” 

Damian stepped into the light, feeling more than comfortable in the jacket that was made for him.

The jacket gleamed in Robin’s primary colors- Black, red, green and yellow. The R logo sat above his heart, the silver zip gleaming under the brightness of the spotlights. The hoodie had been pulled up, revealing white fur sewed into the lining of the hoodie, similar to how the actual Robin’s uniform was like. The grey t-shirt he wore under the jacket was fluid and soft, the black jeans perfect for active movement.

The click of cameras went of in what seemed like the distance as Damian sensed Marinette’s eyes on him, seemingly full of pride. 

He wondered if she was thinking about what Robin would think if he were in the crowd? 

—

“That was a success!” Marinette beamed. “Even though there were only four ensembles, it was really good!” 

Chloe and Damian felt their hearts warm at the sight of the bluenette jumping around in excitement. 

“Now, all that’s left is the closing act.” Marinette smiled. “I prepared two more ensembles for you two, we’re probably going to need to go out and take more pictures.” She shrugged.

Chloe groaned. “More?” 

A giggle escaped the bluenette’s lips. “Once we’re done, I’ll treat you both to coffee and some cake, okay?”

—

The cameras went wild as the two models finally walked out in the last piece they had to present. 

Damian wore a Lordbug-inspired piece. A white button-up shirt peaked out from below his black and red sweater, paired with a pair of black-and-white checkerboard loose slacks. A grey jacket was tied around his waist, and to top it off, a black cap with ‘Lordbug’ embroided on the front sat on his dark bangs. 

Chloe wore a Kitty-inspired outfit. A large, black sweater with the words ‘Meow’ stitched in bold white in the middle caught the hearts of many. Chloe had pulled up the hoodie of the sweater, revealing cat ears sewn on the hoodie itself. A dark blue, plaited skirt revealed a pair of long socks with the pattern of cat’s whiskers on Chloe’s legs, finished by a pair of green-black boots. 

The crowd lost it. The headlines the next day would read ‘Paris’s Superheroes Inspired MDC’s First Line’. 

“Now, let’s introduce MDC herself- Wearing her own original!” The audience sat on the edge of their seats, anticipating the great designer who had created all of the wonderful masterpieces that they just saw. 

The two models stood on both sides of the walkway, matching, proud smiles on their faces as the shy bluenette pushed past the curtain that blocked the view of the backstage. 

She was truly, the star of the show- Literally. 

Black netting- Tinged with silver threads- Formed the collar, dipping into a dark, velvety, black fabric. A heart neckline, perfectly shaped, showed just enough of Marinette’s collarbone. The top half of the dress hugged Marinette’s usually concealed curves while the bottom half blossomed into a floor-length ballgown. The folds in the ballgown were evenly distributed, the pearls among the fabric like shining stars in the sky. The sprinkled, emerald sparkles only emphasised on the concept of making the pearls alike to stars. 

Marinette blushed, brushing a strand of her dark blue hair behind her ear. 

“Let’s give a round of applause for MDC!” 

The hall exploded into thunderous applause, marvelling at the young designer standing on the stage. “Tell me, how do you feel?”

Marinette cleared her throat, her black mask only framing her bluebell eyes flawlessly. “Well, actually, I’m a little overwhelmed.” She laughed, immediately capturing the hearts of the Parisians on sight. Bruce’s heart warmed, like I’m going to adopt that kid. 

“It’s my first time publicly letting my works go out, so I was quite nervous.” MDC admitted. “But I’m really, really happy with how it turned out, and I have to thank my wonderful models for that.” 

The MC nodded approvingly. “Well, MDC, do you plan to start your own brand, seeing as how popular it’s going to be?” 

MDC nodded. “I’ve always wanted to start my own brand. Starting tomorrow, the MDC website will be open for commissions.” She smiled. 

The crowd chattered excitedly at the announcement, and Bruce nodded approvingly. The girl was confident, independent, and polite. Truly, this girl that Damian had found one-of-a-kind.  

“Will you be planning on revealing your identity one day?” The MC asked, holding the mic to Marinette’s lips. 

MDC hummed, contemplating on her answer. “Perhaps one day I will,” She said truthfully. “But as of currently, I’d rather keep it under wraps until I’m old enough to reveal it.” 

The crowd gasped in surprise. 

“Yes, I’m underage.” MDC revealed, “I’m still in school, and I’m still studying. Maybe after I graduate, I’ll announce my identity.” She bowed. “Thank you for coming to my fashion show today, everyone.” She smiled softly. “It makes me really happy. Thank you once again.” 

Cameras scrambled for pictures. 

“MDC, can we get a picture of you and your models, please?” They implored. 

Alya scrambled against the flow of the adults, jumping up and down excitedly. “MDC, can I get a picture with you, please?” She grinned. “I’m the Kittyblogger!” 

If it was six months ago, Marinette would’ve gladly gave Alya a photo, but now was different. 

“I’ve brought my own camera person.” She told the crowd politely. 

Aurore pushed her way through the crowd, an honoured smile on her lips. “MDC, can you and your models face my camera, please?” 

Chloe and Damian glanced at Marinette for confirmation, and she nodded. The three stood together, smiling as Aurore took pictures of them, the other cameras scrambling to stand behind Aurore to get photos as well. Once the girl was done, Marinette gestured for the two to go backstage. 

“Thank you so much, everyone.” She bowed politely, leaving to go backstage with the rest. 

Once backstage, they found Aurore waiting. 

“You ready for the interview?” She asked, a smile on her face. “Once again, I must thank you, MDC. It’s an honour.” 

Marinette brushed it off. “I need to thank you. Right, um, I think I’m ready.” 

Aurore begin recording, and gave Marinette the ‘ok’ sign. 

“Hello, everyone. My name is MDC, and I’m a designer.” She smiled. 

“MDC, what are your designs primarily inspired by?” Aurore asked from behind her camera. 

MDC tilted her head, making a thinking face. “Well, they’re mostly inspired by people around me. As you saw, some of the ensembles were inspired by the superheroes that have been protecting our city.” 

Aurore nodded, giving Marinette a thumbs up. “Just now, on stage, you announced that you would be setting up a website and that you would be accepting commissions. How much, on average, will the commissions be?” 

“That depends.” Marinette paused. “As you saw, the fabric I use for the ensembles are not ordinary fabrics- In fact, some of them I made myself. The embroidery on the fabrics take quite some time as well. I only use the best materials for my works, so it’ll depend on what materials I used and how much those were.” She gave an apologetic look. 

Aurore nodded in understanding. “I understand. Your art is a rather detailed art, after all, it takes up a lot of effort. How much time do you use to make one ensemble?” 

“That depends. Before, I used to be really busy as my ex-friends used to commission things out of me without paying, so my schedule was really packed up. However, I am pleased to announce that my schedule has been cleared up, so it should take an average of one week to two weeks for a commission, however, if it takes a lot of hand-work, it might stretch up maximum to two months.” 

Aurore nodded. “Thank you so much for interview, MDC. I wish you luck in your line of work, and I look forward in seeing more of your designs!” 

The camera clicked off, and Aurore squealed. “I cannot thank you enough, Mari!” 

Marinette sighed in relief, taking off her mask. “I’ll have to thank you, you’re helping me advertise.” 

Aurore paused, digesting the thought. “I suppose so, but you’re giving me my chance to be a famous blogger!” Aurore sighed dreamily. “I promise I’ll take this seriously.” 

“I’m sure you will,” Marinette groaned tiredly. “Right, who wants coffee and cake?” 

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Bruce sat on his seat, not moving, still waiting for the three to come out from behind the curtains. He wanted to meet his future-daughter-in-law, after all.

Most of the crowd had dispersed- In fact, practically everyone had left. It was just Bruce, being a lonely old man by himself in the entire hall. 

At last, he decided to just call his son. 

“Damian.” 

“Yes.”

“Where are you?” 

“...Why?” 

“I need to meet my daughter-in-law.” 

“No.” 

And then he hung up. 

Bruce looked up only to see three teens sneaking out from the side door. He shook his head, sighed, and went back to his hotel.  

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/Part Twelve/

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Poor Bruce :( Issok you’ll meet Mari sooner or later <3

Next chapter is probably going to be heavy salt about Lila knowing MDC 

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-Lordbug, Robin, and Kitty Noir- Chapter Nine: In Which Mari Begins To Suspect

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/Part One//Part Eight/

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Description: Exactly what the title says my dudes

Warning: Cursing! Beware, children under 13 (But it’s not like you’re going to listen to me anyways so)

[As always message me if error spotted! Wasn’t sure if I missed something while proof reading once (1)]

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“Hello, Damian.” Sabine greeted warmly as the boy strolled into the bakery, an exasperated expression on his face. “The girls are already upstairs.” 

Damian smiled politely and thanked the lady. “Thank you, Mrs. Dupain-Cheng.” He nodded, already making his way upstairs, remembering his way around from the last time he’d been inside. 

“Just Sabine will do, dear.” The short Chinese lady chastised, a smile on her lips. 

The youngest Wayne only nodded in response before he headed up, hearing the voices of the two girls before he actually saw them. 

“Try this one on!” Marinette’s excited tone caused a fond grin to flit over his lips, gone as he realised what he was doing. 

“This is utterly gorgeous!” Chloe gushed, and he could already feel his oncoming headache at her narrow range of vocabulary. 

Marinette squealed, footsteps sounding as the bluenette pushed her friend into the closet to change. Damian pushed open the trapdoor, looking around, wincing a little as he did so. Everything was just as... Pink as he remembered it. “Hurry up, Chloe! I want to see how it looks on you!” 

Resisting the urge to laugh, Damian made himself known in the room by vaguely clearing his throat, catching Marinette’s sensitive ears. “Damian!” She grinned. “I’ve got the perfect thing for you. I drew it based on Robin after he saved our city the last time.” He blushed, feeling awfully honoured that she had created something after him. 

“You created something inspired by Robin?” He inquired, his voice cracking with slight emotion. 

He could hear her beam even with her back facing him as she shuffled through the shelves of clothes she had hung on the side of her room. Her tongue stuck out of her mouth cutely as she fumbled with the hangers, handling him a red, black, and green jacket, followed by some dark green jeans and a grey t-shirt with yellow lines along the sides. 

“Try these on.” She murmured, half to herself as she nodded in approval about the combination. “Chloe’s using the closet, so maybe you could get changed downstairs?” She suggested. 

Damian groaned. “After this, I owe you nothing, An- Mari.” He stopped himself before he slipped, but he cursed when he noticed her eyeing him suspiciously, having caught the slip-up he nearly made a moment ago. 

“Yeah.” She mumbled, turning back to her table, where numerous sketchbooks lay open for her viewing. She twiddled a pencil between her fingers, biting her lip as she dug about with whatever she had. 

He laughed softly to himself, making his way downstairs to get dressed in his alter-ego inspired attire. 

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“Chloe?” Marinette asked, needle and thread in hand as she flipped through her notebook furiously. “Would you prefer a running stitch or a slip stitch?” 

The blonde sighed, standing in a pastel yellow dress, rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “I’m honoured that you think so highly of me, Dupain-Cheng, but what on Earth makes you think I know what either of those are?” 

Marinette hummed appreciatively, observing the area she had to alter with a critical eye. “The running stitch it is.” She pursed her lips in concentration, threading in the black string she had in hand as Chloe made a confused noise in her throat. 

“Don’t question it, Bourgeois.” Damian commented, leaning against one of the columns in Marinette’s room. “You chose to be friends with her.” 

Chloe rolled her eyes. “As if you know what those jogging stitches are anyway.” 

Damian shrugged, entering the search on his phone. “As a matter of fact, i do. And it’s a running stitch by the way, not a jogging stitch. A running stitch is ‘a simple needlework stitch consisting of a line of small even stitches which run back and forth through the cloth without overlapping’.” He recited, a smug smirk on his lips. “Any words, Bourgeois?” 

Chloe fumed quietly. “Marinette!” She whined. “You can’t possible let him win. I don’t lose! That’s utterly ridiculous!”

“Damian, say sorry.” Marinette hummed, not even looking up from her work. Damian made a strangled noise in his throat, an offended glint coming into his eyes. 

“I didn’t even-!” He protested, his pose agitated as he stopped leaning against the column. 

The bluenette hummed, shushing the both of them. “Shh.” She continued stitching the alters on Chloe’s dress as the blonde stuck her tongue out childishly at the green-eyed boy, who only pointed his middle finger back in response. Marinette rolled her eyes at their antics, concentrating on the stitch. 

Damian, leaning leisurely against the pillar, fiddled with the clothing he had on, his original set of t-shirt and jeans stacked neatly, folded, in the corner of the room. The jacket fitted just nice- Slightly larger, the way he liked it. The jacket was primarily black, with red, green, and yellow linings striped against the ends and collars. The Robin logo was well-stitched onto the right side, concealing a zip along the circle, which revealed a cozy pocket. The inside of the jacket was a silky material, with plenty of little zips and pockets to store little tidbits. He noted a small embroidment of a robin on the left edge, next to a cursive Marinette DC. 

The t-shirt was simple and grey, the material soft and slippery in his fingers. The jeans were well-fit yet they didn't restrain his movements. Overall, he liked the clothes she gave him- He still had the simple shirt and slacks that she had given him that rainy day. They sat in a precious corner of his room, where he could see them every morning. 

After she finished fiddling with Chloe’s dress, she had the blonde try on another one- This one a beautiful pastel blue and white. The Mayor’s daughter was ushered into the closet as Marinette turned her attention to the dark-haired boy, who gulped at her critical gaze. 

“I’m surprised it fit this well.” Marinette murmured under her breath, not intending to let Damian hear her. “They were tailored for Robin’s size.” 

Damian glanced at her in surprise. He didn’t know that she’d taken his size on one of his nightly visits- She was slicker than he thought. Then again, it wasn’t the first time he had underestimated Marinette Dupain-Cheng. 

“So...” Marinette gestured at the things he was wearing. “How does it... Feel?” 

He paused before he answered. “Soft...? Comfortable.” He added. 

Marinette nodded in approval before she stepped back, scribbling some notes on her notebook. “They fit you well, but there still need to be some alterations.” After some thought, she added: “They were made for Robin, so I suppose the size doesn't exactly match up perfectly.” She pursed her lips, as if something confused her. “But overall I have a good idea of your measurements, so...” She flicked through her clothing rack. “Try these on.” She handed him a covered hanger of what he made out to be a dark green suit. “I’ll need to wash all these clothes before the show.” She said to herself, beaming as Chloe stepped out of the closet. 

As Damian stepped into the toilet to change again, he snapped out of his daze. He had felt so... Weird that Marinette had made clothes for his alter-ego without him knowing. Perhaps she was keeping them in case it rained and Robin dropped by for dry clothes? Whatever her reason was, he was going to find out that night. 

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Marinette hummed, pleased, to herself as she set aside the four sets of clothing (Each) that she had finished altering for both Damian and Chloe. Plagg munched on a camembert macaron (He had insisted, she was disgusted), lounging in the little bean bag that Marinette had sewn for him. 

“I must say,” Plagg munched on his macaron. “I’m pretty proud of you, kid.” 

The bluenette smiled softly to herself. “I can’t wait. I feel a little nervous, and there’s a little of time constraint, but surprisingly I’m not that busy, and my homework was finished...” Marinette trailed off, it suddenly clicking to her why her schedule freed up. 

She looked behind her, where her classmates’ schedule used to be- Now it was replaced by a board filled with design ideas, with sticky notes of appointments and places she needed to be, things and events she wanted to attend. 

The moment her life started becoming about her, it was as if everything brightened. 

“That’s why.” She murmured, Plagg stopping as he looked up, confused. Then he saw what she was looking at. “I’m living for myself now.” She said, smiling brightly. 

“About time, kid!” Plagg grinned. “That’s the spirit! Now, can I get more of this delicious macarons?” (Way to ruin the moment, Plagg)

Marinette rolled her eyes, giggling. “I could go and bake another batch. You finished the last batch already, Plagg. What am I supposed to do with you?” She placed her hands on her hips, an exasperated sigh escaping her mouth as she dramatised her actions. “What shall I do with you?” 

“Angel?” A soft knock on her skylight-trapdoor thing informed her of Robin’s presence. “Who are you talking to?” 

Marinette swiftly grabbed a pastel pink sweater on her way climbing up to the trapdoor, Plagg quickly hiding in the hood, camembert macaron still in hand as he hid along the fur in the hood of the article. 

“Robin?” Marinette looked out, seeing the bird-named vigilante squatting next to the skylight. “You’re early.” She stated, remembering the time on the clock, which she had looked at moments before he knocked. He hadn't been due for at least another twenty minutes. 

Robin shrugged. “Bumblebee took over patrol.” He scrunched up his nose. “You smell like camembert.” 

The bluenette hesitated in answer. “Yeah.” She answered truthfully. “I was baking camembert macarons.” 

Robin looked at her weirdly. “Camembert macarons are a thing?” 

“Apparently, some people like it.” Marinette shrugged, chuckling as the chaos god in her hoodie scoffed, offended. 

Silence fell on the balcony as stars took their place in the skies, clouds clearing up to show the beautiful view. 

“Can I ask you a question, Robin?” Marinette asked softly, the breeze brushing against her dark blue locks. “You don’t have to answer, but... If you do, I want you to be honest with me.” 

Robin raised his eyebrows, but gestured for her to go on. 

“I... I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but...” Marinette hesitated. The question was just on the tip of her tongue: Do I know you as a civilian? “Do you want hot chocolate?” She said at the last second. Are you Damian Fu? “I’ve got some downstairs.” Or Damian Wayne? She had remembered his name from the first day- The one and only slip up he made before he carried on with ‘Damian Fu’. Who are you actually? 

Robin squinted at her. “Are you okay, angel? And yes, please. I’d like some hot chocolate.” Without thinking, he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her temple. By the time he’d digested what he was doing, it’s already been done. Marinette stared at him, stunned as he fumbled for words. “Sorry- I just- Um- I- Sorry.” He sighed. “I don’t know what- What went over me. I shouldn’t have um- Sorry- I-” He groaned. Why did he have to suck with words?” 

She smiled softly. “It’s okay, Robin.” She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips as he froze, staring blankly at her stunning, shy, bashful smile. “I’ll go get that hot chocolate.” 

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What had she been thinking? Marinette groaned. Why on Earth did she kiss him back on the lips? Where was she hoping that would go, anyway? He was a vigilante- And while she was one, too, granted, still-! 

“Bold moves, kid.” Plagg complimented as they made their way to the kitchen. Marinette shot him a dirty look, groaning as she heated to chocolate on the counter. “I approve.” He supposed Tikki’s kid would do for his precious kitten. 

“What was I thinking?” She mumbled incoherent words following her rhetorical question, a palmful of her dark hair in her hands as she groaned. 

Robin, hanging from the ledge above using his grappling hook, watched his angel make hot chocolate for the both of them, smiled lightly to himself. 

Did he just fall in love? 

Oh yes. 

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/Part Ten/

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Hello! I’m not sure if this is progressing a little too fast but...? Aye amateur writer here (That doesn't do plot planning in case you were wondering). Any ideas on Chloe’s s/o? OC? Idk... :/ Anyways thanks for being so supportive, I love y’all <3 also Damian being a lovestruck little puppy just agrees with me a lot 

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-Lordbug, Robin, and Kitty Noir- Chapter Eight: In Which A Lot Of Things Happen

/Part One//Part Seven/

Description: In which Chloe has some news, in which Damian is forced to do modelling, in which the beloved Mr. Pigeon finally appears. 

Warnings: A little cursing, I think. And a little tiny bit of self-harm but it’s mentioned because she’s starting to recover. Go Mari! :)

Anddd it’s been forever since I updated this one… Ahahaha. Okay. Let’s go on with it >>>

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“Morning, Damian!” Marinette waved brightly. “I brought you a macaron.” She handed him a paper bag, which he supposed had the said macaron inside it. 

“Thank you.” He nodded at her, his sling bag around his shoulder as Tikki peered out of his hood. He hissed, tugging at his hood, ushering the Kwami to stay out of sight. Tikki dove into his bag in a huff, pouting. 

“Is there something stuck in your hood?” Marinette peered over his shoulder as he coughed awkwardly. 

Damian cleared his throat. “Yeah, a bee. It’s gone now.” 

Marinette nodded. “Oh, okay.” She shot him a sweet smile. “Shall we?” 

He glanced up at the steps leading into the school, turning to look at the girl beside him. “Another day to deal with Rossi.” He mumbled under his breath. 

Marinette rolled her eyes. “Come on, Damian. Let’s go.” 

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“Mari!” Chloe, who had bonded tons with the bluenette after the akuma incident (They’d sat together during lunch, too) beamed as she bounded up towards Marinette’s seat, slamming her hand on the bluenette’s desk. “Guess what?” 

Marinette, who’d warmed up with the blonde, raised an eyebrow with an amused grin. “What?” 

“I’ve got news. Do you want to hear the good news, or the better news first?” Chloe grinned. 

Marinette pretended to deeply consider her options. “Um, good news first.” 

“First of all, my mom wants you to participate in one of her fashion shows. You’re allowed to bring a few of your own designs.” Chloe told the girl with a grin, waiting for the bluenette’s excited reaction, and she was not disappointed. 

Marinette’s eyes gleamed in excitement. “Really? That’s- That’s so amazing! Thank you so much, Chloe!”

Chloe waved it off like it was nothing. “You deserve it, ‘nette. Now, for the better news. Guess who’s coming to Paris!” Chloe squealed. 

Damian rolled his eyes at Chloe’s excitement. “Maybe keep it down, Bourgeois? This is a classroom.” 

The blonde scowled at Damian’s remark. “Oh, shut up, Fu, and let me finish. Who invited you into the conversation, anyway? Quiet.” Chloe turned away from the green-eyed boy towards a Marinette who was stifling her laughter. “Alright, guess who?” 

Marinette tapped her finger on her lips, humming thoughtfully. “Um… I don’t know, Rachel’s… Dad?” 

At the name of the girl, Chloe darkened. “Um… She left.” The blonde fidgeted. “Sabrina came into the hotel, and… Well,” Chloe coughed awkwardly. “Sabrina told R-Rachel that I was a bully, and that I was mean to Lila, and…” Chloe cleared her throat. “That’s unimportant. The important thing is that my mother met up with… A special someone in Gotham,” Chloe lowered her voice, a glint shining in her blue eyes, “And that someone wants to see your designs. My mom’s showed,” The blonde looked around, but no one was paying any attention to them, “Bruce Wayne your designs.” 

Marinette looked like she was ready to combust from sheer excitement. “Oh. My. God. Really?” Marinette beamed. “Oh, thank you, thank you, thank you!” 

“Apparently, once he heard your name, he demanded to see you. He’s booked a flight for tomorrow.” Chloe grinned. “I’m so proud! You’re going to be famous, Mari!” 

Damian was about to strangle his father. Dick must’ve mentioned his angel’s name to his father, and the moment Bruce caught sound of her name, he’d demanded to see her. Typical. 

Chloe turned to glare at Damian. “You’re proud of her, aren’t you?” 

Damian rolled his eyes, but mustered up a little smile. Marinette looked so hopeful, and there was that beautiful, beautiful light in her eyes- “Of course.” He scoffed. “Good job, Mari.” He smiled, green-eyes twinkling in approval. 

Marinette blushed. “I’ll have to see him tomorrow, then. The both of you have got to come with me.” 

Chloe nodded her head vigorously. “Duh, obviously I’m coming with you. He’s going to be around to see the fashion show, so you definitely need to get some people to model some of your designs. Think you got enough time?” 

Marinette bit her lip, slowly nodding. “The two of you would be perfect!” She exclaimed. Damian blinked in confusion. Surely she didn’t mean… 

“Oi, I didn’t agree to anything.” Damian defended himself. “I’m not modelling.” 

Marinette pouted. “But you would do such a good job at it! Besides, remember I gave you the clothes I made when you got soaked? You owe me one for that. Please, Damian?” 

Chloe smirked. “Oh yeah. I had my driver drive close so you’d get sprayed.” If glares could kill, Chloe would’ve been evaporated on the spot. 

“Fine.” Damian sighed. “I’ll do it. But after this, I don’t owe you.” He gave a pointed look at the bluenette, who was too excited to notice. 

“The two of you come to the bakery after school.” Marinette grinned. “I have so many ideas! We’ve got to finish it before tomorrow, so-”

“Akuma!” 

All three teens simultaneously groaned. 

“Come on.” Chloe grumbled. “Not again.” 

“The two of you get to safety.” Damian instructed just as Ms. Bustier entered the classroom for first period, ushering the students out of the classroom, following akuma procedure. “I think… Um, Adrien went to the toilet just now. I’ll go get him.” 

Chloe and Marinette both nodded, hurrying off in the chaos to the girl’s toilet. 

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“What is it this time?” Robin squinted at the akuma. “Is that a…” He blinked. “Is that a giant flock of pigeons?” 

Queen Bee rolled her eyes. “Your time has come, bird-boy! It’s your, uh, cousins, the pigeons.” Robin glared at the yellow-dressed superhero. 

“Alright, girls, you’re both pretty.” Kitty groaned. “How exactly do we defeat a giant flock of angry pigeons?” 

Robin sighed. “I have an idea.” 

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“What happened?” Mr. Ramier rubbed his head, confused on a lawn outside a building. 

“You were akumatised.” Kitty explained with a  soft smile, reaching out a hand to help him get up. “But everything’s okay now.” 

He nodded as he patted himself down, still confused. “Are- Are my pigeons okay?” 

Robin interrupted. “Yes, yes they are.” He flicked a white spot off his uniform- One of the many pieces of pigeon faeces that landed on him. “They are fine, but I need to make a quick visit to the self-service laundry.” He glanced at the two girls giggling beside him. “Please tell me Paris has self-service laundries.” 

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“You smell utterly horrible.” Chloe pointed out bluntly as the three sat down for lunch. 

Damian rolled his eyes. “Shut up, Bourgeois. I got caught in the akuma.” 

“If Lordbug showed up then his miraculous cure would’ve fixed it.” Marinette said thoughtfully. “Pity, he never shows up anymore.” 

Damian coughed, setting down his fork. “Excuse me for one moment.” As he walked away, he cursed. “Why didn’t I think of that?” 

Chloe tilted her head as Damian walked away. “Is it a coincidence, or…?” 

“Hmm?” Marinette swallowed. “Sorry, what was that, Chloe?” 

The blonde shook her head. “Nah, that would be ridiculous. Nothing.” 

“Hmm.” Marinette hummed, chewing on her food, frowning when her jacket sleeve slipped down, revealing a few faded scars. 

Chloe nodded in approval. “You haven’t been hurting yourself. Good.” She smiled. “That’s more like it.” 

Marinette blushed. “I have you to thank. It’s hard to believe we went from enemies to best friends in like, two days.” 

Chloe scoffed. “Don’t be ridiculous, Dupin-Cheng.” She punched Mari playfully across the table. “We’re still enemies.” 

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“You smell way better.” Chloe commented as she caught a whiff of Damian’s jacket as the three friends (Classmates, Chloe said. Just classmates and nothing more.) descended down the stairs towards the road. 

Damian rolled his eyes. “Did I ask you for an opinion, Bourgeois?” 

“She’s right, though.” Marinette interjected with a smile. “Did you put on some cologne or something?” She sniffed. “You smell like flowers and macarons.” 

Damian groaned internally as Tikki (The one who showered him with ‘cologne’) giggled within his hoodie. 

Chloe moved closer to get a whiff. “Ooh, she’s right. You’ve got to tell me what brand this is, it smells utterly wonderful.” 

“Is ‘utterly’ your favourite word, Bourgeois?” Damian snarked. 

Chloe shrugged as they reached her limo, parked neatly outside the school gates. “Well, guess who gets to walk to the bakery on his own. If you say sorry, maybe I’ll reconsider.” Marinette laughed in the background at her two friends. 

“As if I’d apologise for something that’s true.” Damian snorted. “See you in ten, Bourgeois. Bye, Mari.” 

The two girls laughed as Damian grumpily begun his walk to the bakery. 

“Since when did he start calling you Mari?” Chloe pondered, smirking at Mari after the car begun to drove off. 

Marinette paused, a confused look going over her face as she scrunched up her eyebrows. “I didn’t notice.” 

Chloe threw her hands up exasperatedly. “The two of you are so blind, I give up. It’s utterly ridiculous.” 

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/Part Nine/

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Aye i haven’t updated this in forever (Sweats nervously ehehehehe) Sooo the thing is does anyone have an idea for Chloe’s s/o because I kind of felt like rachel wouldn’t work??? Was going to use felix, but then remembered I killed him. Sigh. Oh yeah and Happy New Year people, love you all~

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Daminette December Day 5: “Fire”

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[I’m going to be honest, I have no idea what to do for this but hey] [Update: I went so out of topic for this one I don't even know anymore] [I wrote this one in a hurry and welp]

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Fire. 

it consumed everything without a second thought, red and golden flames flickering against anything and everything.

Damian always thought fire was a wild thing. It could represent multiple things- Hatred, passion, love- It was quite an interesting thought for him. 

Up until that day, he believed fire was only an element. Fire. That was it. Something that occasionally provided warmth and sometimes destroyed everything within it’s grasp without mercy. 

And then it hit him. 

Fire. 

Something that provided warmth. 

Marinette provided warmth. 

Check.

Something that destroyed everything within it’s grasp without mercy?

Ah, that would be him. 

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“You nervous?” He asked, grasping her hand in his as he drove towards the venue of the class reunion of his pretty bluenette wife. 

Marinette bit her lip. “A little.” 

Damian gave her a comforting smile. “It’s going to be alright. And if they’re all still the stupid idiots they were, we can leave. Besides, Tsurugi, Couffaine, and Bourgeois will be there.” He reminded. 

She mumbled. “I suppose so.” 

“It’s going to be fine, angel.” Damian sighed, a little exasperated. “Come on. If they don’t love you, well, good for me, more of your love for me.” 

She laughed a little at that, and his heart soared at the sound of her laughter. Finally. The weeks counting down to the reunion had been tough and tense for her, and she hadn’t stopped worrying once. 

“I think we’re here, angel.” Damian told her, parking their car. Glancing upward at the building, he wondered where he would hide a body if he had to. If he had to. Damian smirked to himself at the thought. 

“Alright. Let’s go, kitten.” She smiled, taking his had in hers. 

“Why don’t you go ahead?” Damian suggested. “I’m afraid it would take a conscious effort for me not to perform homicide and I think it would be safe for me to take a moment to calm myself before I join you.” 

The pretty bluenette giggled at his comment. “Alright, alright, you murderer.” She rolled her eyes playfully. “I’ll be heading in first. Come find me later once you’re done calming down.” 

Damian nodded. “Of course, angel. Be careful.” 

Once she was out of sight, he whipped out his phone, swiping up one of his messages. 

[Damian Wayne]

She has entered the building.

{Luka Couffaine]

Roger. I’m in place. Locating target. Target has spotted bluenette.

[Damian Wayne]

I’m on my way.

Damian growled angrily. He was really prepared to murder someone if that someone hurt his angel. 

---

“Marinette!” Alya screeched at the bluenette, seconds away from clawing the girl’s heart out. 

“Hi, Alya.” Marinette responded calmly, sipping on a glass of juice. “How have you been doing?” 

“You-” The auburn girl looked moments away from strangling the bluenette, if it wasn't Rose and Juleka holding her back, Alya would’ve already attempted murder. Not that she would succeed, of course, seeing as her target was Marinette (Come on, Mari could take Alya down within seconds). 

“Hey everyone!” A chirpy voice resounded, and everyone turned to see Lila Rossi approaching with a bright smile on her face, an uncomfortable-looking Adrien following behind. 

“Lila!” Alya practically squealed, jumping up to hug the liar. 

“I’m so sorry about what happened with Nino.” Lila said sympathetically. “He shouldn’t have just broke off your engagement like that.” She sighed sadly. “He doesn’t know what he’s missing out on.” 

Alya looked at the floor, sadness pouring all over her body language. 

“Yo! What’s up, dudes?” 

Alya immediately growled angrily, turning away, not wanting to face her ex-fiance. 

“Hey, Nino.” Adrien greeted passively, a soft smile appearing on his face. Marinette narrowed her eyes- What had Lila turned Adrien into? 

“Hey! Marinette!” Nino greeted brightly, jumping over to the bluenette. “It was so kind of you to offer to make Aurore’s dress for a cheaper price. I can’t thank you enough, dudette! She was ecstatic when she saw the draft you drew! We can’t wait to see the actual dress.” Nino beamed. “Thanks so much!” 

“Anything for a friend, Nino.” She replied warmly. “It was just a favour I owed Aurore, after all.” 

“What? You’re friends with that bitch?” Alya screeched angrily, eyes blazing. “You little-” 

“Alya, calm down.” Lila tried, grabbing onto her best friend’s arm. “Let’s- Let’s just talk about something else. Did you know, I met David Wayne and his brothers, Jimson Toadstool, Timlyer Dread, and Dichard Gerald last week?” 

Alya immediately gushed over the names her best friend mentioned as Marinette snorted loudly. “Omg! You’re so lucky, Lila.” Adrien shifted uncomfortably in the background, having to play along. 

“I have never heard such ridiculous things.” The cold tone of her fiancé made the bluenette perk up. What was Damian going to do?

“I have a question, Ms. Rossi.” Luka popped out, smiling icily. “Where did you meet David Wayne and.... What was it again?” 

“Jimson Toadstool, Timlyer Dread and Dichard Gerald.” Marinette perked up, reciting the ridiculous names. 

“Ah, yes.” Luka smiled coldly. “Where, exactly?”

“Hawaii, of course.” Lila lied smoothly. “They were there on a vacation, and Adrien and I just happened to meet them on the first class in the plane. We even stayed at the same hotel!” 

“That’s utterly ridiculous!” Chloe giggled, Kagami walking in with a sarcastic smile next to her. “Funnily enough, Damian Wayne- Oh sorry, what was it again?” 

“David Wayne.” Luka reminded her. 

“Ah yes. Your ‘David Wayne’ was in Gotham last week, sweetheart.” Chloe snorted. “Hawaii. Tsk, utterly ridiculous!” 

“As a matter of fact, we were spending the weekend with ‘David Wayne’s fiancee, and I can very much confirm that both ‘David Wayne’ and his fiancee were at Gotham.” Kagami informed them breezily. 

“Besides.” Damian finally spoke up. “You can be sued for identity theft.” 

Lila spluttered at this. “W-What?” 

“Nice to meet you, Rossi.” Damian smiled. “The name’s Damian Wayne, not David. Actually, it’s not nice to meet you at all. From what I’ve heard, you’re a manipulative liar who deserves to be brought to court.” 

“W-Why are you here?” Lila froze. 

“Why, to accompany my fiancee, of course.” Damian informed. 

Alya couldn’t help herself. “Who’s your fiancee?” 

Marinette stepped up, smiling brightly. “That’d be me, thank you.” She hopped off her chair, walking over to join her fiance. “You took long enough to calm down.” She giggled. 

Damian shrugged. “Just figuring out the quickest way to perform homicide. Now, hold on a second, angel.” He took out his phone, dialling a few numbers quickly. “Grayson, get me a lawyer. I’ve got a crazy lady claiming to know a ‘David Wayne’, ‘JImson Todd’, ‘Timlyer Dread’ and a ‘Dichard Gerald’.” 

“GERALD? GERALD? I COULD NOT HAVE BEEN ANYMORE OFFENDED! I’M GETTING YOU A LAWYER THIS VERY SECOND, BABY BIRD. I AM SO OFFENDED! GERALD! OF ALL NAMES, GERALD! WHATEVER CRAZY LADY THIS IS, SHE HAS A HORRIBLE TASTE IN NAMES! GERALD!” 

Luka, Marinette, and Chloe all simultaneously burst into laughter at Dick’s voice blaring over the phone. Even Kagami managed a little snicker. 

“Well, Ms. Rossi.” Damian smiled darkly. “Please have a word with my lawyer. I’ll arrange a plane flight for you to Gotham. Your trial should be sometime next week. As for you, Ms. Cesaire, I think it would be wise for you to keep a distance from Ms. Rossi unless you intend on getting involved.” 

So, after long, he had finally had the honour of meeting the woman who had caused so much chaos in his angel’s life. 

His angel might’ve been the warmth in fire, but he was definitely the destruction. Whoever hurt his angel would suffer his wrath, and he was only just getting started. 

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Daminette December Day 11: ‘Snow’

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Winter had arrived, with the turn of the seasons having made their whole circle. The coldest time of the year had arrived, and if he was truly honest, Damian loved winter. It was cold and dark often, which... Somehow he related to his personality. His personality was cold and dark. Seemed like a fitting season for him. He’d always though that Grayson was the cool, cheery spring, Todd was summer, bothersome and awfully temperamental, Drake was autumn, windy and flighty- And he’d been winter. For obvious reasons. 

However, because of his... Roommate, winter had become a little more difficult. 

Somehow, his little angel had forgotten to mention that ladybugs were... Sensitive to cold. 

Actually, the word sensitive was a little light. 

Marinette had huddled in blankets, sweaters, and jumpers ever since the first hint of snow appeared. She’d practically have hibernated if it wasn't for him returning everyday with food and warm chocolate to heat her up. Honestly, he didn’t know how she would’ve survived without him. Both the dark-haired angel and her kwami had been completely housed in for the past three days. 

Damian let out a breathy, warm sigh as he approached their apartment, a bag of cookies and pastries in one hand and another bag filled with vegetables and groceries in another. He’d also picked up a few balls of yarn for his precious angel to pass the time with while she was housed in. 

“Angel? I’m home.” He called out, jiggling his keys in the doorknob to let her know he was back in case she didn’t hear his call. 

“Damian!” Her bright cheery smile and voice instantly conjured a warm feeling in his heart. He quickly dropped the bags by the side of the door, opening his arms to catch a flaying bundle of sweaters, jackets and blankets. 

“Hey, angel.” He whispered softly, nuzzling her soft blue hair gently. “How’re you holding up, hmm?” 

She whined a little, her large bluebell eyes staring into his emerald ones. “It’s cold.” She complained, not letting go of her grip around his neck. Damian sighed, knowing she wasn’t going to get off him, and he picked up the groceries with one hand, setting them down on the kitchen counter. 

“That’s what winter is like, love.” He pointed out with a little chuckle, trying to loosen her arms around his neck. “Angel, do you think you could let go long enough for me to take off my coat, hmm?” 

Marinate pouted, but obliged and let him set her down on the couch as he unravelled the grey scarf she made him, along with the black-fur-lined-coat she had handmade the day before. She smiled pleasantly at her handmade clothes on him, beaming even more when he revealed the Slytherin sweater she made underneath the other layers of clothing. He noticed her bright approval at his clothing, and he laughed softly, sinking onto the couch next to his angel, wrapping his arms around her as he kicked a fluffy blanket up to cover the both of them. 

They sat in silence for a little while, and then- 

“Can we make a snowman?” 

Damian was appalled. “Mari, love, you literally get so pale you’re practically white the moment I open the door. Are you sure you can walk out of the house?” 

She pouted. “But I want to build a snowman, and it never snows so much in Paris. Please?” 

Damian hesitated, looking down. Do not look at her puppy eyes, do not look at her puppy eyes, do not- 

“Dami- Please?” She gripped his arm, staring right into his eyes. 

Shit abort abort abort-!

Well, Damian would like to think that he was stubborn and refused for the wellbeing of his precious angel, but...

“It’s so white!” She gasped, looking all around the two of them. Her skin had begun to turn a pale blue, and he gave her a worried grunt, wrapping his arms around her waist to provide body heat. 

“Angel, are you sure-” He murmured softly, only to be cut off by an excited ladybug. 

“I’ll be fine, kitten.” Marinette chastised, giggling when a snowflake melted slowly on her palm. “It’s so beautiful.” 

He smiled fondly at the dark-haired girl in pure white snow. Her dark-blue hair flowed around her shoulders, tucked in by a long grey scarf that was protectively wrapped around her. A giant black-fur-lined coat was snuggled up against her skin, hopefully providing more warmth. 

But the serene moment was quickly interrupted. 

Marinette gasped softly, her pink lips turning even paler than possible. Before he could scream a warning or even catch her, she plummeted into the snow, her skin paling even more drastically.

“Angel!” 

---

He would never forgive himself. 

“Damian, love, it’s not your fault.” She tried to say as she looked guiltily at him under a mass of twenty blankets. 

“I shouldn’t have given in.” He scowled at himself. “Tsurugi is on her way. She’ll be way better being stubborn with you.” 

“Doubt so.” Luka remarked as he entered the apartment quietly. “No one, not even Kagami, can say no to Mari’s puppy eyes.” 

“Which is why the more of us there are, the more effective we can be.” Damian pointed out a little harshly, still mad at himself. “She’s not going out there again.” 

Luka glanced between Damian’s furious glare at himself in the mirror, and then at Mari, huddled under twenty blankets, watching everything guiltily. “Umm... Is it a bad time for me to here?” 

“No.” “Yes.” 

“DAMIAN FUCKING WAYNE YOU BETTER HAVE AN EXPLANATION FOR WHY YOU LET OUR ANGEL INTO THE SNOW OR I SWEAR TO EVERY GOD IN THIS- UTTERLY RIDICULOUS! LET ME GO, KAGAMI! LET ME MURDER HIM! UTTERLY- UTTERLY RIDICULOUS!” 

“Wayne, give me an explanation before I decide to let her go and chase you myself.” Kagami gave Damian a fierce look, to which Damian growled. 

“I was an idiot, okay? Kill me if you must. In fact, kill me.” Damian growled angrily. “I let her out. Yes, I was stupid. Kill me.” 

Luka stayed silent as the blonde and her girlfriend continued to screech and throw threats at the dark-haired twenty-two year old man, who angrily accepted every thing they threw at him. 

“Um, guys, shouldn’t we be worried about protecting Mari instead of, um.” Luka attempted to break up the shouting match (Chloe versus herself two seconds ago), but sadly, failed. 

“Chloe, please.” Marinette tried, looking half-amused and half-weary at the ongoing shouting match. 

“Um, I have an idea.” Luka voiced meekly over the still-flaming blonde. “Why not we bring in a little snow in and build a snowman here?” 

The room went absurdly silent at the idiotic suggestion. 

“It’s- It’s literally so stupid that it’s possible.” Kagami reacted first, a little grin lighting up on her face. 

“Utterly ridiculous, but.” Chloe tapped a finger on her lip. “We could try.” 

“No!” Damian protested. “No one’s going near any snow!” 

“Please? Dami?” Marinette pouted. “Just once.” 

---

Damian couldn't believe it. 

There was a pile of snow in his apartment. And by a pile of snow, he meant twenty tons of melting ice sitting on his tiled floor. 

“My name is Olaf, and I love hugs!” Marinette mimicked, wiggling the twig-arms of their tiny snowman. 

Chloe and Kagami let out a little giggle at Marinette’s remark, Luka letting out a little chuckle by the side. Even a scowling Damian managed a little smile at his angel smiling. 

Winter was a cold and dark season, sure, but within that coldness and darkness... There were friends and families who were there to provide warmth and light. 

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Daminette December Day 7: ‘Dancer AU’

@daminette-december2019

(I actually see a lot of potential in this one, let me know if you want me to do a series for this one!)

“It’s a disaster!” Marinette groaned, clutching her head in her hands as Chloe patted her back non-sympathetically. 

“Calm down, Mari-hime.” Kagami told her dryly, wiping down her black-and-red dance ribbons. “You’ll find the perfect piece of music, I’m sure.” 

Marinette sighed, tucking her ballet shoes back into their box. “Here’s hoping.” 

“Well! Who wants to go for coffee?” Chloe stood up, her silver-colored hoop in hand. “Nathaniel’s meeting us.” 

“Then I’ll ask Luka to meet us, too.” Kagami said, taking out her phone. “Mother says I have until 4 to hang out, so there’s a curfew. Besides that, nothing else.”

Marinette picked up her drawstring bag, checking behind her to make sure she didn’t leave anything behind. “Alright. All clear, girls, let’s go!” 

---

“So, your problem is that you don’t have the perfect music for your solo piece.” Luka summed up the bluenette’s one-hour-long problem rant in one sentence. 

“Well,” Nathaniel sighed thoughtfully. “Sorry I can’t help with that.” 

“Maybe Felix will know a musician who’ll do.” Luka suggested. “Felix is the head violinist in the school band, he might know a perfect piece and musician for you. Do you have a video of your solo?”

“I do.” Chloe told him, swiping out her phone. “I’m sending it to you.” 

“Meanwhile, why don’t you let the rest of us take patrol tonight? You deserve some rest.” Kagami smiled softly. “There’s four of us here, five, plus Minuit. We’ll be able to handle anything that Mayura throws at us.” 

Marinette hesitated. She was Ladybug, she was supposed to be the leader, she should lead them, at least take part of the work, right? But as she looked around at the faces of her friends- Luka, Viperion; Kagami, Ryuko; Chloe, Bumblebee; Nathaniel, Monarch;- 

“Alright.” She gave in, the sound of her friends’ cheers ringing in the cafe. “But only for tonight, yeah?” 

---

Every night after patrol, the black cat holder, Minuit, had a habit of dropping by Marinette’s balcony, and that night was no exception. 

“Minuit.” Marinette greeted warmly, holding out the cup of hot chocolate for the leather-clad superhero. His hood, lined with white fur on the inside, was covering half of his face, so she let out a pleasant smile when he pushed it back, revealing his black bangs and emerald eyes. 

“Angel.” He greeted. “Something on your mind?”

Marinette hesitated. “Actually, yes.” She admitted. “I have this solo dance for the Christmas performance at the studio all planned out, but the music I was going to use got stolen by another dancer, so now I’m looking for a musician who can play for me. Not to mention I need a new song now, too.”

The black cat was quiet for a bit, and then he asked-

“Who stole your song?”

“A girl named Lila Rossi.” Marinette sighed. “For some reason, she hates me, so.” 

“Well... I think I can help. Give me a few days, I’ll pull some of my connections, and I’ll get you a musician ready to go.” Minuit told her, feeling proud when a little smile came over the bluenette’s lips. 

“Thank you, kitten.” Marinette whispered softly, her warm smile small but still meaningful. 

“Anything for you, angel.” 

---

“Great news, Mari! A violinist offered to play for you!” Luka grinned. 

“Really?” Marinette stood up, grinning. What a miracle worker, that Minuit. “What’s the name?” 

Luka squinted at his phone. "Huh. Doesn't say." 

---

She laced up her ballet flats, taking a deep breath as she went through her routine once in her head. Lifting her hands, she began to dance, knowing the whole thing well enough to be able to dance without the music. She let her limbs flow and her feet carried her from point to point on the stage, and then-

She almost tripped when the smooth sound of a violin began to play. The musician girl must’ve arrived, she thought. At least. she thought it was a girl. 

The music was perfect. Sure, she had some doubts, but they were quickly dismissed  by how well it fit with her movements, her expression- Every factor of the dance was well-matched with the delicate sounds from the four-stringed instrument. It was only when she heard a screeching off-note that she was so startled that she tripped over her own two feet, landing on the wooden flooring with a soft thud. 

The musician stopped, clearly having winced when the bad note came around. "Sorry. Are you okay?" 

Marinette sat up, stretching her back a bit to cure the soreness from the impact. "Yeah!" She smiled, "No biggie. You must be the violinist. I'm Marinette Dupain-Cheng."

Much to her surprise, a boy stepped out of the shadows. He had glowing green eyes matched with ruffled black bangs, falling into his eyes familiarly like- 

... Minuit?

"Damian Wayne." 

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Daminette December Day 10: ‘Fluff’

(Once again the Minuit au in which Damian has the Cat Miraculous. In here, Marinette is old enough and owns the bakery on her own, and both Minuit and Ladybug know each other’s identities. They’re both 23.)

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“M-Minuit?” Marinate asked blearily, opening up the trapdoor just to catch a sight of the black-dressed superhero sitting on her balcony, holding a bouquet of roses. 

He stayed silent, only smiling a little at her as he extended the hand holding the flowers, gesturing for her to take them. She blushed, climbing out of the trapdoor to take them, shivering a little in the wintery cold. 

“Thank you, chaton. They’re beautiful.” She breathed softly, her warmth sending puffs of white clouds into the cold atmosphere. 

“You’re cold.” Minuit stated, already reaching to take off his furry coat. Ignoring her protests and her ‘But you’ll be cold’s, he reached over, pressing her into his chest as he wrapped the coat around her, zipping it up and pulling the furry hood over her dark hair. 

“There.” He whispered softly, patting her head gently. 

She looked at him, confused. “What are these for, though?” 

Minuit shrugged. “Take a guess.” 

Marinette pursed her lips cutely, frowning as she searched her brain for a valid reason. “Well, it’s not my birthday, it’s not valentines, it’s not our anniversary...” 

Minuit nodded in agreement. 

“So what is it?” Marinette asked, her curiosity piquing up. 

Minuit shrugged, smiling a little as his cute angel went back to racking her brain for an answer. 

“Do you want to know the answer?” He asked, a smirk forming on his face as she turned to him, eyes glowing widely. 

“Yes, yes!” She grinned excitedly. She was just cute and easily excitable like that. It was one of the things he loved about her- How she would appreciate all the little little things in life so, so much. 

He bit his lip, mentally preparing himself for it. “Plagg, claws off.” Underneath his suit, he’d dressed formally, and he retrieved a small velvet box from his pocket. Getting down on one knee, he smiled, seeing tears already start to form at the brink of her bluebell eyes. 

“Marry me?” He smiled hopefully, opening the ring box. 

“Yes!” Marinette cried out happily, “Yes, yes! A thousand times yes!” 

He slipped the ring onto her finger, kissing it gently because he wanted to. 

They stood there in precious silence for a while, until Marinette finally broke it with- 

“So, how was patrol?” 

Damian rolled his eyes. “Bumblebee was being noisy as usual. Complained about the cold all the way.” Marinette giggled. 

“That’s what she’s like.” Marinette pointed out, climbing back into their room down the trapdoor. 

Once Marinette turned 20, her parents decided to leave the bakery to her, and Damian moved in with her shortly after, and as they already knew each other’s identities as Ladybug and Minuit, their superhero lives became easier and less of sneaking out every time. Damian had used some of his money to renovate the bakery, and they’d renovated Marinette’s bedroom to fit the both of them. The other rooms downstairs were for the other superheroes to crash in, and as the gang often spent time together and had sleepovers, the Dupain-Cheng and soon to be Dupain-Cheng-Wayne bakery became the base for the superheroes. 

“We should go downstairs first, angel.” Damian told Marinette, who was still peering at the ring happily. “I think the gang might want to know what happened.” 

“SO? You better said yes or else all those hours I spent helping him pick a ring are wasted.” Chloe scowled. “If you said no it would be utterly ridiculous!” 

Nathaniel sighed fondly at his girlfriend. “Calm down, Chloe.” 

“So?” Luka grinned, waiting for the answer. 

“She said yes.” Damian answered them quietly, a proud little smile on his face. 

Kagami nodded. “Congratulations. Hurt her, Wayne, and I will slit your throat.” 

Damian snorted. “As if you could beat me in fencing in the first place.”

The dragon holder’s eyes flared in anger, and the two prepared for a battle before Luka stopped them. 

“We’re here to celebrate the engagement. Your fencing can wait till tomorrow. Also, Kagami, I’m sure Mari would love to have her fiancé in one piece.” 

Marinette looked around at the five other people huddled inside her living room, and her heart gave a sudden burst of warmth. These were her family, and boy, wasn’t she glad to have them by her side. 

---

Okay maybe that wasn't so much fluff at the end. But I hope you guys enjoyed it! I’m on edge of my chair and my brain is half dead and all that I’m spewing out is just stuff that goes through my brain without being processed. 

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-Lordbug, Robin and Kitty Noir- Chapter Fifteen: In Which Operation Damian Wayne Is A GO!

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/Part One//Part Fourteen/

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Patrol was fairly uneventful. Kitty had come to enjoy the sheer thrill of practically flying through Paris’s night sky, watching the city light up in whites and yellows. Wind vibrated in her ears sonorously, a rhythm forming in the tap, tap, tap of her feet as she touched down on roofs and balconies to provide the momentum for her next jump. Her technique had improved vastly into a flawless dance that her brain could activate without thinking much: It was like her eyes just immediately saw a path on the roofs and her body just carried out the action. 

Music rumbled in her ears as she neared the docks, hearing the faint strum of Luka’s guitar. The teal-haired boy was lounging casually on the dock, guitar in his relaxed hand. Looking up, aqua eyes met bluebell ones, and he gave her a soft, kind smile, which she returned with a wave. In the next moment she was gone, soaring over rooftops and streets with the agility of a natural feline. 

“Goodnight, Paris.” She whispered, the quiet aura of the city surrounding her, comforting her, thanking the hero for protecting the city and everyone in it. Baton extending, she leapt off the Eiffel tower, making one quick route around the city for good measure. 

Adrien yawned, peering out of the giant window by the side of his room. It was getting late, he thought, and was about to head to bed just as he heard the familiar, clear, metallic note of a baton extending. His green eyes trailed up towards the window, aligning with the fates in a moment to catch the cat-hero leaping past his bedroom. His jaw dropped. Her dark blue hair was dancing behind her in a braid, her bluebell eyes refined and sharp in comparison to the dark sky. 

For a single moment, the blonde model could feel his heart stop. 

And the next, she was gone. 

---

The transformation wore off just in time, because Robin was knocking on her skylight in the next. Had he been a moment earlier, he would’ve caught Kitty Noir standing in Marinette’s room, and the bluenette would have to come up with the most convincing ‘correlation does not equal causation’ explanation ever, and she didn’t have that much confidence in her ability to convince him otherwise. 

“Evening.” He greeted politely, smiling at the beaming bluenette, who (Suspiciously) looked slightly breathless. 

“Evening!” She replied brightly, catching a little more of her breath. “I made some lime-flavoured pastries today. Would you like some?” 

Robin shrugged and smiled thankfully. “Yes, please.” 

Marinette beamed, pleased that he wanted to try the pastries she’d made. There was the same, warm, polite glow inside Robin’s eyes that made him, undoubtedly, Damian. The bluenette smiled with growing affection, leaving the vigilante in confusion as he stayed perched on the balcony. 

A few lime macarons later, they had fallen into a comfortable conversation, which consisted majorly of Marinette talking excitedly about the ideas she had for funding, and where she was hoping the whole club could go once they had gotten all their funds. Robin watched the bluenette fondly as she chattered on in excitement, the spark of passion in her eyes making him fall even more. 

Halfway through their conversation, Marinette’s phone dinged- Without a doubt, it was a text from Chloe regarding Operation Damian Wayne. She ignored the text, continuing to talk animatedly about her ideas and so. 

Glancing at his watch, Robin decided it was getting late. “Thank you for the pastries, angel.” He thanked softly, reaching for her hand so he could press a kiss on it. A pleased feeling spread through his body like heat as the bluenette blushed. “Goodnight, angel.” His grappling hook shot off into the sky, his eyes catching sight of the gleaming silver ring on her hand as she raised it to wave at him. 

“Night, Robin.” 

---

Queen Bee, clad in her superhero attire, wrapped in a dark jacket (Because was she that hard to spot in the dark if she was wearing bright yellow?), eyed Damian’s window with an amazing alertness. Marinette had shot her a text, saying that Robin had left her balcony minutes ago. Knowing the bird-themed vigilante, it wouldn’t take him more than two minutes to basically fly over half the city. 

Sure enough, the whizz of Robin’s grappling hook sounded a few moments later, followed by the vigilante himself. He glanced around, slipping into the window when he thought no one was looking. The window snapped shut after a few moments, Queen Bee smiling victoriously as she concluded that yes, Damian Wayne had to be at least Robin, if not Lordbug, too. 

[Queenie] 11.36pm

Operation Damian Wayne is a positive. 

[Minette] 11.37pm 

Drop by my place if you want some macarons~ 

[Queenie] 11.39pm 

As if I would stoop so low as to go to your balcony at 11pm just for pastries- 

[Minette] 11.40pm 

You’re on your way, aren’t you? 

[Queenie] 11.42pm 

... Just to discuss the results of Operation Damian Wayne. 

Queen Bee huffed, landing on Marinette’s balcony and wishing she would wipe that innocent smile off Marinette’s face. The bluenette knew that Chloe loved the newly-created lime-flavoured macarons, and just wouldn’t admit it. 

“Just to clarify,” Bee announced. “I’m just here to discuss the results of Operation Damian Wayne.” 

“Sure.” Marinette hummed in agreement, already pushing a macaron into Bee’s hand. 

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-Lordbug, Robin and Kitty Noir- Chapter Ten: In Which Three Superheroes Becomes Four

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/Part One//Part Nine/

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[I’m back! With an update1 :D]

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Warnings: Cursing! Loads of it, actually. 

[As always message me if error spotted! Wasn’t sure if I missed something while proof reading once (1)]

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Marinette was actually, very surprised. 

She wasn’t panicking at all. The Marinette of a year ago would’ve scrambled everywhere, screeching and breaking down at frightening degrees. Perhaps it was Plagg’s influence and the fact that the black cat miraculous rested on her ring finger. Perhaps that was what calmed her down. Or perhaps it was the knowledge that her two best friends of her life would be next to her no matter what. Or maybe... Just maybe, it was because she had a higher self-confidence. Her designs had been tailored and altered (Within 12 hours, mind you) to perfection and to her level of self-satisfaction, and she had hand-washed, blow-dried, and ironed then all, hanging them up in hangers, waiting for the great moment. 

“Did you hear? Bruce Wayne is coming to Paris!” A student chattered to his friend. “The billionaire, Bruce Wayne!” 

“Woah! I hope we’re lucky enough to catch a glimpse of him.” His friend replied wistfully. 

“He’s done so much charity work!” Rose exclaimed, a wide smile of her face. “I hope I get to meet him!” 

Lila gave Rose a bright grin. “What a coincidence! Bruce Wayne is my godfather- I could ask him to talk to you if you want!” 

Damian rolled his eyes. “I thought Tony Stark was your godfather.” He muttered under his breath. Using his father’s name like that- Honestly, at this point he was physically fighting the urge to prove her wrong. 

“Really? That’s so great!” Rose exclaimed, stars glinting in her eyes. “You really are the best, Lila!” 

The Italian girl brushed it off casually. “I was best friends with his son, David Wayne, in primary. Before I left Gotham, he confessed to me.” Lila sighed dreamily. “Unfortunately, I had to leave Gotham, but he promised that if we ever met again, he would date me. He said it was meant to be.” 

Damian was seconds from vomiting from sheer disgust. 

“Wow!” Alya grinned. “How old were you two when you met?” 

Lila flipped her bangs over her shoulder, a convincing, wistful smile on her lips. “We met when he was five.” She sighed, as if remembering a distant memory. “I used to play with his brothers, along with him. They were all so sweet and so nice to me.” 

Damian made a gagging noise in his throat, which did not go unnoticed by the bluenette next to him, who elbowed him playfully, gesturing for him to keep quiet. She pointed to her phone, which he was delighted to see, had the recording app on. Every word of Lila’s was being recorded, word for word, lie for lie. His lips lit up with a wide grin, a slightly (Only slightly) evil spark in his emerald eyes. Chloe resisted the urge to do her evil laugh. 

“What goes around, comes around.” Chloe sung in a sing-song voice, just loud enough for the three friends (Classmates, Chloe said) to hear. 

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“Alright, we have everything!” Marinette breathed, checking over all her emergency materials and her backups of backup plans. Plagg hovered over her shoulder, a camembert macaron in his hand. The bluenette had rushed home as soon as school let out, taking the few hours she had before the show preciously. 

“Uh, kid, i think you’re forgetting something.” He said nervously. “Don’t you need a dress?” 

Marinette froze, the gears in her brain realising exactly how correct the chaos god was. “God, you’re right.” Her gaze was fearful as she begin to panic (Habits die hard). 

“Calm down, kid!” Plagg forced out as he swallowed a mouthful of camembert macaron. “Don’t you have that gown that you were working on for Clara Nightingale? You could use that.” 

Her blue hair in between her fingers, Marinette shook her head. “No, I can't do that. She’s my client, I can’t possibly-” The sentence was cut off with the bluenette’s continuous pacing. 

“What about the black dress you were working on a week ago?” Plagg reminded her. “You haven’t finished it yet, but there’s time.” 

Marinette’s eyes lit up. “Yes! I can finish that, yes, yes, yes.” She murmured to herself, shuffling over to her table where stacks of designs and fabrics lay in one giant mess. With a wave of his small paw, Plagg sorted out all the fabrics and made the workspace clear, which earned him an impressed look from his holder. 

“Hey, I can create chaos, but I can solve chaos too, kid. I’m more powerful than you think. And this batch of camembert macarons are really nice!” Plagg shrugged, taking another munch. 

Marinette giggled. “Thanks, kitty.” She kissed him lightly on the cheek, dashing into her closet to dig out her unfinished dress- She had a fashion show to be at, and she needed to look stunning. 

Moments later, Marinette emerged from her closet with a hanger- With a gorgeous- Even half-finished- Dress hanging from it. Black netting- Tinged with silver threads- Formed the collar, dipping into a dark, velvety, black fabric. A heart neckline, perfectly shaped, would show just the perfect amount of the wearer’s collarbone. The top half of the dress was made to hug Marinette’s curves just nicely while the bottom half blossomed into a full, perfect ballgown. The folds of the dress were all evenly distributed. The bluenette had spent hours after school hand-sewing sparkly pearls onto the dress to make it appear like a night sky- Unfortunately, half of dress was still without it’s pearls. 

Marinette bit her lip, looking over the gown. “Alright, I can finish this. I have...” She glanced over at her clock. “Two hours until we have to start preparing for the fashion show...” She nodded steadily to herself. “I got this.” 

“You got this, kid!” Plagg munched approvingly. “Also, I’m just going to discreetly go steal some more of your camembert macarons from downstairs.” This earned him a disapproving look from his holder, but the kwami teleported downstairs anyway. 

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Ding-a-ling!

A dark-haired boy stepped into the bakery, the familiar, sweet smell of the shop wafting into his nose. He had become accustomed to the sweet scent that came with the Dupain-Cheng’s bakery. 

“Good afternoon, Mrs. Dupain- I mean, Sabine.” He smiled sheepishly as the shorter Chinese woman wagged her finger playfully at him, the playful grin on her lips identical to her daughter’s. 

“Good afternoon, Damian. Would you like some macarons? Recently, Marinette’s been baking a lot of camembert macarons.” Sabine laughed, and Damian, who had no time to protest, could only thank her. The Chinese woman disappeared behind the shop for a while, emerging with a tray of pastel yellow macarons. Damian eyed the tray warily, and in a second, after he blinked, one of the macarons disappeared. He reared back, alarmed, but Sabine, apparently, didn’t notice and only offered him one of the macarons. He took it, looking around carefully. A black blur slammed into the wall, disappearing after that. He could’ve sworn that the black blur held a macaron in it’s hands- Or paws, whatever. 

“Thank... Thank you, Sabine.” Damian said, swallowing the macaron. He coughed, trying to muster up his courage. “Since... Since Marinette’s got her fashion show tonight, I was... I was hoping you could show me how to bake something for her, so I can give it to her.” He was more than embarrassed about his request, and the short, dark-haired woman’s bright beam wasn’t helping the situation. 

The woman nodded. “Ooh, so it’s a surprise? Of course, then! We should make some strawberry cream-puffs- Those are her favourite!” Sabine kept talking animatedly, leading him into the bakery as he filed the new information about his angel in a safe place in his mind. Strawberry cream puffs. Strawberry cream puffs. Strawberry cream puffs. 

“Tom, guess who’s here!” Sabine lead the awkward boy into the bakery kitchen, where the large man Tom Dupain was retrieving a tray of freshly baked bahulu’s (I did my research on pastries okay) from the oven, with a dark blue mitten with a golden MDC embroidery on the side- The trademark of Marinette’s work. 

“Hi.” Damian waved awkwardly, wanting to melt into a puddle right there and then. Maybe he’d been hanging out with Marinette too much- Her habits were rubbing onto him. 

“Well look who it is!” Tom exclaimed with a bright smile, Damian backtracking with a horrified smile as the big man reached for a hug. Damian coughed, being nearly strangled to death as he got bear-hugged until Sabine tapped her husband on his shoulder, gesturing to the pale, oxygen-deprived boy. “Oops.” Tom chuckled, scratching his neck nervously. “Sorry about that.” 

Damian coughed, catching his breath. “It’s- it’s fine. Um, can I learn how to make that...” He waved his hands around awkwardly. “Strawberry cream puff?” 

Tom’s eyes lit up. “Of course! That’s our little Mari’s favourite since she was five.” Tom handed him an apron. “Let’s get started, then!” 

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“Yum.” Plagg licked his... Lips? Whiskers?- Patting his little paws together to get rid of the flour on them. Marinette was blasting music through her phone as she concentrated on sewing each, individual pearl down onto the ballgown. Each pearl was accompanied by a little spray of luminescent green sequins around it, dusted faintly to give a sort of glow around each pearl. She was about a quarter of the way down through within forty-five minutes. Things weren’t looking that bad. 

But then Hawkmoth just had to be a bitch. 

“Akuma!” The screech of a citizen had Marinette snapping up from her work, wide blue eyes alight with panic. She glanced between her skylight and her ballgown, biting her lip. 

She groaned. “Fuck this, I hate Hawkmoth.” She grumbled, throwing down her needle, pearl, and string. “Plagg, claws out!” 

Damian, on the other hand... 

“Um, do you mind if I take this call for a sec...?” Damian coughed. 

Tom hummed, not having heard the scream of ‘Akuma!’ (Or maybe he just chose to ignore it, he was in his baking zone and nothing would interrupt him). When the big man didn’t reply, Damian just awkwardly shifted out of the backdoor, berating himself for not bringing his backpack with his Robin uniform. With no other choice, he held up the small, faintly spotted ring that he had stringed around his neck with a black chain. “Tikki,” The kwami giggled as her holder sighed in potential regret. “Spots on.” 

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“Well look who showed up.” Kitty snorted as the spotted hero ran beside her. 

Lordbug didn’t reply but only dashed ahead. He was determined to bake that strawberry cream puff for Marinette- He was determined to finish the entire process by himself. And if he didn’t want his cream puff to burn to bits, he’d better hurry up. “Let’s just get this over with. I’m rushing.” He told her curtly. 

Kitty rolled her eyes. “Yeah, you’re always so busy.” Internally, she thanked him for not taking his own sweet time with the akuma. She needed to get to her dress. 

“Any idea what it is this time?” Queen Bee asked as she joined the other two, flying alongside them. “And where’s bird-boy?” 

Kitty shrugged and Lordbug only coughed. “Maybe he’s busy...?” Kitty said, an unsure tint to her voice. “Pity, kind of hoped to see him today.” 

Queen Bee patted her shoulder reassuringly. “I’m pretty sure he’ll show up to the show.” 

Lordbug’s ears perked up. The show? What show- Wait... The fashion show?

“Let’s just focus on the akuma first. Any plans, Mister Bug?” Kitty asked, and it didn't take a genius to sense how sarcastic she was being. “Since you show up for just about every akuma, you should have a plan, right?” 

He shot her a dirty look. Then, to be fair, he couldn’t blame her. But the only reason he never showed up was because he was busy showing up in his alter-ego! 

“LOLLIPOP!” Just ahead, a purple-green dressed infant stomped down the streets of Paris, causing destruction all around him. 

“Is... That a giant baby?” Queen Bee stuttered as she stopped short, flying in place. “I’m out, guys. I hate babies. They’re utterly horrible.” 

Lordbug squeezed his eyes shut. He wasn’t ready to deal with this shit- Heck, he’d fought so many Gotham villains, but none of them had the unpredictability of an infant! There wasn’t even any reasoning that could be done! 

“We’ll need more of us to bring him down.” Kitty pointed out. “No matter how clever we are, we need as many hands as we can get.” 

“Lucky Charm.” Lordbug murmured under his breath, blinking when a kettle dropped into his hands. 

“Of course! How smart. Let’s all have tea while a baby destroys the city.” The yellow-black dressed superhero said snakily, sarcasm dripping off like venom. “What a wonderful idea, Lord Buggy.” 

“Wait here.” He instructed. “Actually, don’t.” The baby was starting to approach them, if they stayed there they’d be smashed to pieces. “Try to keep him back, I have an idea.” 

Down below on the streets, one man wasn’t running, screaming in fear like everyone else. Bruce Wayne watched the spotted hero with curious eyes, a nagging feeling telling him it was someone familiar. 

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“Have this.” Damian told Tikki distractedly, walking into Master Fu’s massage shop, handing her a sugar cube that he had bought from the grocery some time ago. They came in huge packs of 500 grams, and it was a great offer, so he had bought about ten packs. “What could possibly-” He caught sight of the large saxophone thing that Master Fu had in the middle of his massage room. “Could I... Recruit other holders?” 

Tikki nodded. “Why not.” She shrugged. 

“Chloe... Marinette.” He murmured. 

Tikki panicked. Not Marinette! “There’s also a miraculous that allows you to, um, multiply yourself. You can go as both Lordbug and Robin!” 

Damian grinned. “Good idea.” 

The kwami of creation gulped. Master Fu was going to kill them both. 

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“How long do you think he’ll take?” Queen Bee asked, waving to the baby. “Here, you giant baby! C’mere!” 

“Are we assuming he’ll even come back at all?” Kitty Noir scoffed. “And come with me, baby! Here, August!” 

“No, look at me!” Queen Bee hissed. “I don’t know, I sure hope he comes back! Or else we’re going to die, and ‘Killed by giant emotional baby’ does not feel like a good way to die!” 

“Doesn’t look good on a grave, either!” Kitty groaned. “Here, baby! Do you want, um,” She looked around, picking up a large, donut sign that had been hit down by the akuma. “Giant donut?” 

The baby squinted at the black figure, but then concentrated at the giant, pink, circular thing she was holding. 

“LOLLIPOP?” The baby grinned, reaching for it, crashing onto the building that Kitty was on.

“Shit!” Kitty cursed, but she was trapped. The baby’s arms were locked on both sides of her, and the baby’s face was less than three meters away. 

“Kitty!” Queen Bee shrieked, her wings batting quickly to get to her friend, but someone else did before her. 

Not the baby, of course. Thankfully. 

A blur of green, yellow, and red flashed across the baby, who whined as both the black blur and giant donut vanished. 

“I leave you alone for two minutes, and you nearly get yourself killed.” Robin commented, the girl safe in his arms. He set her down at a half-demolished building, Queen Bee buzzing over (See what I did there? hehe) to check on her friend. 

“Alright, here’s the plan.” Lordbug, who swung by after kicking the baby in the eye, instructed. “Kitty, Bee, distract the baby. Robin and I will get the item where the akuma is.” 

Both Kitty and Queen Bee looked a little skeptical of Lordbug’s plan, but neither of them said anything as they ran off to distract baby August. 

“Here, baby!” Kitty whistled. “Come here, sweetheart!” 

“Here, baby!” Queen Bee mimicked. “C’mere and let me sting you!” Kitty shot Queen Bee a dirty look, resulting in the latter to merely shrug. “What?” 

“What, actually, is the plan?” Robin asked, a skeptical eyebrow raised. He had not realised how difficult it would be to deal with another one of him.

“We’ll lead August to the Eiffel Tower, which I can use my yoyo thing to surround, and we’ll make a makeshift play... box? Play something.” Lordbug said, ready-ing his yoyo. “Playpen.” 

“I don’t like you.” Robin stated. “You’re... Weird. Not like me.” 

Lord bug only smirked at his statement. “That’s because I’m your inner voice. The one you never use out loud.” 

“Huh.” This had some raised eyebrows from Robin, but he continued with the plan. He let out a sharp whistle, catching the baby’s attention. “YOU WANT A LOLLIPOP?” He yelled. “Come here, then, you big idiot!” 

Lordbug zipped off the to Eiffel Tower, which was just ahead now. The baby lumbered over towards the two males, a large grin on his face as he reached out for the bright, red... Insect? Doll? 

“Almost there!” Robin ran along the roofs, seeing Bee and Kitty following after the baby, not far behind. “Come on!” He let out another piercing whistle, which the baby clearly did not like. “Shit!” Annoyed, baby August slammed his hand where Robin was, only for Kitty to swerve in, breaking the roof of the building with her cataclysm, causing both of the superheroes- One superhero, one vigilante, actually- To fall into the building. 

“How’s it feel to have a maiden in shining armour save you?” Kitty grinned, a little breathless. 

“Honoured.” Robin replied, picking himself up. “Thanks for the save, but,” He yelped, jumping aside as August’s hand came through the hole in the building, feeling around for the two. “We should probably get going.” 

Kitty smashed a window with her baton (That destructive side coming out), and the two jumped out, careful to avoid to shards. 

“Oh hey, you’re still alive, bird-boy!” Queen Bee grinned, flying quickly as she gestured to the baby with a mirror, which reflected the sun into the baby’s eyes. 

“Bee, I think you’re agitating it.” Robin raised his eyes as the baby squealed angrily, stomping closer and closer to the tower. 

The flying hero didn’t seem to care. “As long as it gets into that tower, it’s fine. Lord Buggy, you ready?” 

A thumbs up from Lordbug was all there was before August stumbled into the area under the tower, Bee still flashing the light from time to time with the mirror. Kitty and Robin kept August busy when Bee wasn’t using the mirror, making sure the baby didn’t get out of the playpen that Lordbug was creating. 

“Get the bracelet!” Lordbug hollered as the baby begin to screech angrily. August thrust his fists angrily at the ‘playpen’ a.k.a his prison, and with a heavy swat, the tower begin going down. 

“Abort, abort! Get out of there, everyone!” Robin yelled, grabbing Kitty as he shot his grappling hook to... There was no near buildings to attach to. 

“Shoot it to me!” Queen Bee yelled, catching the hook with an oomph. “Hold on, both of you!” Robin scooped Kitty up in his arms, the both of them flying just out of August’s reach. “I hate babies!” 

The four superheroes gathered on the roof of a building. “Plan C, anyone?” Lordbug said tiredly. “That cream puff is probably already burnt.” 

“Try your lucky charm one more time.” Kitty suggested. “Maybe-” 

A large wrapper fell from the sky. “Ideas?” Lord bug said dryly. 

Kitty’s eyes twinkled in mischief. “Yep. We’re going to need...” She looked around. “Robin, do you think you could distract August for a while? We’re going to do some wrapping.” Her ring beeped. “Aaaand we’ll have to do this fast. Buggy, help Robin. We’ve got this.” 

The two boys ran off, grumbling while Bee flew Kitty to a lamppost. “This will do.” Kitty grinned. The two women wrapped the paper around the huge round, light of the lamppost, and Queen Bee adjusted the wrapper to look like a little bow at the end. 

“Perfect.” Queen Bee grinned wickedly. “I think I know what you’re doing.” 

Kitty shrugged. “I would cataclysm the bracelet, but I already used it, so...” 

“I get to sting the baby! Utterly wonderful.” Bee clapped her hands in delight. “Boys! We’re ready!” 

Robin swung off, narrowly getting missed. 

Kitty whistled sharply. “LOLLIPOP!” 

August’s head snapped up at the mention of his favourite word. “LOLLIPOP?” 

“Yes, LOLLIPOP!” Queen Bee grinned from her hiding place behind the lamppost. 

The baby stumbled towards them, and Kitty rolled out of the way as Queen Bee yelled, “VENOM!”, stabbing the stinger into August’s arm. “Bug, get the bracelet!” 

Kitty pressed the button that held the bracelet in place with her baton, extending it to get momentum she needed. Robin smashed the bracelet with his bo-staff, and Lordbug caught the butterfly with his yoyo. 

“Miraculous ladybug.” He mumbled, the swarm of magical ladybugs flying through the city to clear the destruction. 

“August!” Kitty sighed, picking up the confused baby on the floor. 

“Lollipop!” August squirmed, and the other three superheroes stepped back in disgust. 

August’s mother ran towards the four, a relieved expression in her eyes. “August!” 

“Here you go.” Kitty sighed tiredly. Her ring beeped for the fifth time- She was seconds from transforming. “Got to go. See you!” 

She jumped off, using her baton to propel her into the air. “I should get going, too.” Robin and Lordbug said simultaneously, glaring at each other once they finished their sentences. 

“Why do the two of you have the same necklace on?” Queen Bee asked, squinting at the mouse miraculous around the two’s necks. 

Cue to the awkward laughter. 

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Surprisingly, the strawberry cream puffs were not burnt. A little overcooked, sure, but not completely burnt. 

Damian wrapped them up delicately in a box before tying it up in a pink ribbon. 

“Were you wearing that necklace just now?” Sabine asked as she helped him put the finishing touches on the cream puffs. “That silver coin.” 

Damian glanced at his neck, cursing. He forgot to take it off! 

“Yeah.” He said with a forced smile. “It’s a family heirloom.” 

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/Part Eleven/

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-Lordbug, Robin, and Kitty Noir- Chapter Nine: In Which Mari Begins To Suspect

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/Part One// Part Two//Part Three//Part Four//Part Five//Part Six//Part Seven//Part Eight//Part Nine/

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Description: Exactly what the title says my dudes

Warning: Cursing! Beware, children under 13 (But it’s not like you’re going to listen to me anyways so)

[As always message me if error spotted! Wasn’t sure if I missed something while proof reading once (1)]

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“Hello, Damian.” Sabine greeted warmly as the boy strolled into the bakery, an exasperated expression on his face. “The girls are already upstairs.” 

Damian smiled politely and thanked the lady. “Thank you, Mrs. Dupain-Cheng.” He nodded, already making his way upstairs, remembering his way around from the last time he’d been inside. 

“Just Sabine will do, dear.” The short Chinese lady chastised, a smile on her lips. 

The youngest Wayne only nodded in response before he headed up, hearing the voices of the two girls before he actually saw them. 

“Try this one on!” Marinette’s excited tone caused a fond grin to flit over his lips, gone as he realised what he was doing. 

“This is utterly gorgeous!” Chloe gushed, and he could already feel his oncoming headache at her narrow range of vocabulary. 

Marinette squealed, footsteps sounding as the bluenette pushed her friend into the closet to change. Damian pushed open the trapdoor, looking around, wincing a little as he did so. Everything was just as… Pink as he remembered it. “Hurry up, Chloe! I want to see how it looks on you!” 

Resisting the urge to laugh, Damian made himself known in the room by vaguely clearing his throat, catching Marinette’s sensitive ears. “Damian!” She grinned. “I’ve got the perfect thing for you. I drew it based on Robin after he saved our city the last time.” He blushed, feeling awfully honoured that she had created something after him. 

“You created something inspired by Robin?” He inquired, his voice cracking with slight emotion. 

He could hear her beam even with her back facing him as she shuffled through the shelves of clothes she had hung on the side of her room. Her tongue stuck out of her mouth cutely as she fumbled with the hangers, handling him a red, black, and green jacket, followed by some dark green jeans and a grey t-shirt with yellow lines along the sides. 

“Try these on.” She murmured, half to herself as she nodded in approval about the combination. “Chloe’s using the closet, so maybe you could get changed downstairs?” She suggested. 

Damian groaned. “After this, I owe you nothing, An- Mari.” He stopped himself before he slipped, but he cursed when he noticed her eyeing him suspiciously, having caught the slip-up he nearly made a moment ago. 

“Yeah.” She mumbled, turning back to her table, where numerous sketchbooks lay open for her viewing. She twiddled a pencil between her fingers, biting her lip as she dug about with whatever she had. 

He laughed softly to himself, making his way downstairs to get dressed in his alter-ego inspired attire. 

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“Chloe?” Marinette asked, needle and thread in hand as she flipped through her notebook furiously. “Would you prefer a running stitch or a slip stitch?” 

The blonde sighed, standing in a pastel yellow dress, rolled her eyes good-naturedly. “I’m honoured that you think so highly of me, Dupain-Cheng, but what on Earth makes you think I know what either of those are?” 

Marinette hummed appreciatively, observing the area she had to alter with a critical eye. “The running stitch it is.” She pursed her lips in concentration, threading in the black string she had in hand as Chloe made a confused noise in her throat. 

“Don’t question it, Bourgeois.” Damian commented, leaning against one of the columns in Marinette’s room. “You chose to be friends with her.” 

Chloe rolled her eyes. “As if you know what those jogging stitches are anyway.” 

Damian shrugged, entering the search on his phone. “As a matter of fact, i do. And it’s a running stitch by the way, not a jogging stitch. A running stitch is ‘a simple needlework stitch consisting of a line of small even stitches which run back and forth through the cloth without overlapping’.” He recited, a smug smirk on his lips. “Any words, Bourgeois?” 

Chloe fumed quietly. “Marinette!” She whined. “You can’t possible let him win. I don’t lose! That’s utterly ridiculous!”

“Damian, say sorry.” Marinette hummed, not even looking up from her work. Damian made a strangled noise in his throat, an offended glint coming into his eyes. 

“I didn’t even-!” He protested, his pose agitated as he stopped leaning against the column. 

The bluenette hummed, shushing the both of them. “Shh.” She continued stitching the alters on Chloe’s dress as the blonde stuck her tongue out childishly at the green-eyed boy, who only pointed his middle finger back in response. Marinette rolled her eyes at their antics, concentrating on the stitch. 

Damian, leaning leisurely against the pillar, fiddled with the clothing he had on, his original set of t-shirt and jeans stacked neatly, folded, in the corner of the room. The jacket fitted just nice- Slightly larger, the way he liked it. The jacket was primarily black, with red, green, and yellow linings striped against the ends and collars. The Robin logo was well-stitched onto the right side, concealing a zip along the circle, which revealed a cozy pocket. The inside of the jacket was a silky material, with plenty of little zips and pockets to store little tidbits. He noted a small embroidment of a robin on the left edge, next to a cursive Marinette DC. 

The t-shirt was simple and grey, the material soft and slippery in his fingers. The jeans were well-fit yet they didn’t restrain his movements. Overall, he liked the clothes she gave him- He still had the simple shirt and slacks that she had given him that rainy day. They sat in a precious corner of his room, where he could see them every morning. 

After she finished fiddling with Chloe’s dress, she had the blonde try on another one- This one a beautiful pastel blue and white. The Mayor’s daughter was ushered into the closet as Marinette turned her attention to the dark-haired boy, who gulped at her critical gaze. 

“I’m surprised it fit this well.” Marinette murmured under her breath, not intending to let Damian hear her. “They were tailored for Robin’s size.” 

Damian glanced at her in surprise. He didn’t know that she’d taken his size on one of his nightly visits- She was slicker than he thought. Then again, it wasn’t the first time he had underestimated Marinette Dupain-Cheng. 

“So…” Marinette gestured at the things he was wearing. “How does it… Feel?” 

He paused before he answered. “Soft…? Comfortable.” He added. 

Marinette nodded in approval before she stepped back, scribbling some notes on her notebook. “They fit you well, but there still need to be some alterations.” After some thought, she added: “They were made for Robin, so I suppose the size doesn’t exactly match up perfectly.” She pursed her lips, as if something confused her. “But overall I have a good idea of your measurements, so…” She flicked through her clothing rack. “Try these on.” She handed him a covered hanger of what he made out to be a dark green suit. “I’ll need to wash all these clothes before the show.” She said to herself, beaming as Chloe stepped out of the closet. 

As Damian stepped into the toilet to change again, he snapped out of his daze. He had felt so… Weird that Marinette had made clothes for his alter-ego without him knowing. Perhaps she was keeping them in case it rained and Robin dropped by for dry clothes? Whatever her reason was, he was going to find out that night. 

—

Marinette hummed, pleased, to herself as she set aside the four sets of clothing (Each) that she had finished altering for both Damian and Chloe. Plagg munched on a camembert macaron (He had insisted, she was disgusted), lounging in the little bean bag that Marinette had sewn for him. 

“I must say,” Plagg munched on his macaron. “I’m pretty proud of you, kid.” 

The bluenette smiled softly to herself. “I can’t wait. I feel a little nervous, and there’s a little of time constraint, but surprisingly I’m not that busy, and my homework was finished…” Marinette trailed off, it suddenly clicking to her why her schedule freed up. 

She looked behind her, where her classmates’ schedule used to be- Now it was replaced by a board filled with design ideas, with sticky notes of appointments and places she needed to be, things and events she wanted to attend. 

The moment her life started becoming about her, it was as if everything brightened. 

“That’s why.” She murmured, Plagg stopping as he looked up, confused. Then he saw what she was looking at. “I’m living for myself now.” She said, smiling brightly. 

“About time, kid!” Plagg grinned. “That’s the spirit! Now, can I get more of this delicious macarons?” (Way to ruin the moment, Plagg)

Marinette rolled her eyes, giggling. “I could go and bake another batch. You finished the last batch already, Plagg. What am I supposed to do with you?” She placed her hands on her hips, an exasperated sigh escaping her mouth as she dramatised her actions. “What shall I do with you?” 

“Angel?” A soft knock on her skylight-trapdoor thing informed her of Robin’s presence. “Who are you talking to?” 

Marinette swiftly grabbed a pastel pink sweater on her way climbing up to the trapdoor, Plagg quickly hiding in the hood, camembert macaron still in hand as he hid along the fur in the hood of the article. 

“Robin?” Marinette looked out, seeing the bird-named vigilante squatting next to the skylight. “You’re early.” She stated, remembering the time on the clock, which she had looked at moments before he knocked. He hadn’t been due for at least another twenty minutes. 

Robin shrugged. “Bumblebee took over patrol.” He scrunched up his nose. “You smell like camembert.” 

The bluenette hesitated in answer. “Yeah.” She answered truthfully. “I was baking camembert macarons.” 

Robin looked at her weirdly. “Camembert macarons are a thing?” 

“Apparently, some people like it.” Marinette shrugged, chuckling as the chaos god in her hoodie scoffed, offended. 

Silence fell on the balcony as stars took their place in the skies, clouds clearing up to show the beautiful view. 

“Can I ask you a question, Robin?” Marinette asked softly, the breeze brushing against her dark blue locks. “You don’t have to answer, but… If you do, I want you to be honest with me.” 

Robin raised his eyebrows, but gestured for her to go on. 

“I… I don’t want to jump to conclusions, but…” Marinette hesitated. The question was just on the tip of her tongue: Do I know you as a civilian? “Do you want hot chocolate?” She said at the last second. Are you Damian Fu? “I’ve got some downstairs.” Or Damian Wayne? She had remembered his name from the first day- The one and only slip up he made before he carried on with ‘Damian Fu’. Who are you actually? 

Robin squinted at her. “Are you okay, angel? And yes, please. I’d like some hot chocolate.” Without thinking, he leaned forward, pressing a kiss to her temple. By the time he’d digested what he was doing, it’s already been done. Marinette stared at him, stunned as he fumbled for words. “Sorry- I just- Um- I- Sorry.” He sighed. “I don’t know what- What went over me. I shouldn’t have um- Sorry- I-” He groaned. Why did he have to suck with words?” 

She smiled softly. “It’s okay, Robin.” She leaned forward, pressing a kiss to his lips as he froze, staring blankly at her stunning, shy, bashful smile. “I’ll go get that hot chocolate.” 

—

What had she been thinking? Marinette groaned. Why on Earth did she kiss him back on the lips? Where was she hoping that would go, anyway? He was a vigilante- And while she was one, too, granted, still-! 

“Bold moves, kid.” Plagg complimented as they made their way to the kitchen. Marinette shot him a dirty look, groaning as she heated to chocolate on the counter. “I approve.” He supposed Tikki’s kid would do for his precious kitten. 

“What was I thinking?” She mumbled incoherent words following her rhetorical question, a palmful of her dark hair in her hands as she groaned. 

Robin, hanging from the ledge above using his grappling hook, watched his angel make hot chocolate for the both of them, smiled lightly to himself. 

Did he just fall in love? 

Oh yes. 

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Hello! I’m not sure if this is progressing a little too fast but…? Aye amateur writer here (That doesn’t do plot planning in case you were wondering). Any ideas on Chloe’s s/o? OC? Idk… :/ Anyways thanks for being so supportive, I love y’all <3 also Damian being a lovestruck little puppy just agrees with me a lot 

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-Lordbug, Robin and Kitty Noir- Chapter Eleven: In Which Bruce Tries To Meet His Daughter-In-Law (But Fails)

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/Part One// Part Two//Part Three//Part Four//Part Five//Part Six//Part Seven//Part Eight//Part Nine//Part Ten/

Description: In which the fashion show finally takes place :D

Warnings: None

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And I’m back with an update! :D Currently I’m in a small town in the middle of a mountains… Basically, the middle of nowhere in which you need to drive through three (If there isn’t traffic) hours of mountains to get to. But! I have Wi-Fi, so here I am, typing an update for you from the middle of nowhere :D

As always, this wasn’t proof-read, I didn’t have enough time, sorry :( so please contact me if any mistakes were found! :D Enjoy

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Kitty dropped into her balcony seconds before her transformation dropped. She leaped off her bunk-bed-thingy into the middle of her bedroom, where the unfinished dress stood calmly. 

“Help yourself to the macarons.” Marinette told Plagg distractedly. “I need to finish the dress.” 

“Hey.” 

Marinette hummed, looking up to see Robin casually leaning against one of the pillars. She screeched, backtracking in surprise until her brain fully registered who it was. “Um, hey?” 

Robin blushed. “I know I shouldn’t be in your room unannounced but… I saw that you needed help.” He gestured to her dress. “And I thought if you needed a pair of extra hands, I could…?” 

Marinette bit her lip. “I suppose.” She smiled. “Alright, come here and I’ll run you through quickly.” She glanced at the clock, and quickly checked to make sure that Plagg was safely hidden in a little crevasse behind numerous fabrics and organisation shelves on her desk. “We have… Ten minutes until my friends get here. I need to have my dress done by then.” 

She quickly ran him through the process of sewing each pearl, and to no surprise, Robin was an attentive learner and was basically, the definition of delicate. His first pearl had been a little shaky, but the one after his first was near- If not- Perfect. He had even distributed the sparkles around the pearls proportionally- And that was something that took loads of practice. It had taken her weeks to perfect that skill, and he got the whole thing perfect after watching her just once. 

“There we go.” Marinette smiled, snapping off the thread as the last pearl went in securely. With the two of them working, fuelled by fiery determination- They’d finished the dress in no time. 

“I’ll be there.” He said, breaking the satisfying silence between the two of them. She looked up in surprise, the sheer happiness in her bluebell eyes making him blush excessively. “I’ll go there in my civilian identity, so you won’t see me- But I’ll be there.” He told her, smiling shyly. “Good luck.” 

Marinette coughed, her cheeks blossoming in scarlet, secretly really pleased that he had bothered to find out and to tell her. “Could I.. Get a good luck kiss?” 

He pulled her close, dipping her by the waist as he pressed a soft kiss to her lips, the little squeal escaping her throat almost making him growl possessively.

“Good luck, angel.” Robin whispered, shooting his grappling hook out before leaping from the balcony. 

Marinette watched, dazed as he left, her fingers rising to touch where he’d kissed her. 

“Marinette! I’m ready to rock that runway!” Chloe announced her arrival, slipping out of the trapdoor, snapping Marinette out of her daze. 

“R-Right.” The bluenette stuttered. “Right. The runway.” 

—

That was by far, Damian’s second kiss, and he couldn’t have been anymore flustered. It did bother him- He wanted her to love his civilian identity, too, so maybe one day he’d tell her- But as of then… He touched his lips, still slightly tainted with Marinette’s chapstick, and blushed. 

“Alright.” He dropped into a back alley, where he had stashed his extra clothes- He had, actually, stashed a lot of of his clothes everywhere in case he ever needed a quick change from being Robin. “I have a fashion show to attend.” 

—

“Perfect.” Marinette breathed as Chloe twirled once with her white-blue-and-yellow dress. The upper half of the dress was tailored to be skin-tight for Chloe while the lower half opened in a upside down tulip-shaped gown. White lined each fold of the gown, followed by a blue backdrop. The cute, rounded collar of the dress shone a pastel yellow, with the ends of the dress lined in yellow as well. 

“Now put this on.” Marinette ushered, handing Chloe another hanger, but this one had a white blazer on it. Yellow and black stripes alike to a bumblebee’s twirled along the white of the blazer, giving the whole piece a very striking feel. 

“Utterly gorgeous.” Chloe breathed, twirling around before flipping her hair. “Aren’t I gorgeous?” 

Marinette giggled. “Yes, yes you are.” The bluenette’s eyes twinkled. “Do you know what you’re missing?” 

The bluenette reached into Chloe’s purse, where Pollen was resting quietly. The bee brooch shone in the evening sun, and Marinette slipped in properly over Chloe’s silvery, blonde hair. “There.” She smiled. “You deserve it, Chloe.” 

The blonde’s lip trembled. She turned away, embarrassed. “I-I’m not crying, Dupain-Cheng.” 

Marinette pulled the blonde in for a hug, her arms looping around the dress to squeeze Chloe in for a hug that conveyed a thousand messages. 

Thank you. 

“Um… Hey.” Damian cleared his throat, an amused smile on his lips as the two girls turned to glare at him in unison. 

“We were having a moment!” Chloe snapped. “Be quiet. Get out!” 

Marinette sighed, letting go of Chloe. “Well, Damian, let’s get you changed, too.” She retrieved two articles of clothing from off the hanger, handing him a black button-up shirt, a pair of dark green jeans, and finally, a black-green vest to go on top of all of it. 

Damian took the hangers from Marinette, turning to go change. The bluenette stared as he left, the small pinch of green sparkles between his fingertips only adding more to her growing suspicion. 

—

“It’s the right size?” Marinette asked as she told Damian to move around and check if the blazer was just right for him. 

“Yes.” He nodded, a little worried. When he took to hanger from her, he’d used the hand with the sparkles on them- He didn’t have time to wash them off, and he only noticed when he went to change in the toilet. 

Shuffling over to her table, Marinette came back with a brush and and a bottle of hair spray. “Don’t move.” She instructed as she stood on her tip-toes, reaching up to tame his messy black bangs. 

Damian chuckled, kneeling down so she didn’t have to strain herself to reach up. The bluenette huffed, brushing his hair with more strength, making him wince in the process. 

“Okay, okay, I’m sorry.” Damian scowled. “Easy, an- Marinette.” He corrected. 

Chloe rolled her eyes at the two. “Hurry up! The show must go on, and it can’t go on without the main characters, okay?” 

—

Bruce sat in the front row of the fashion show, his finger lingering over Damian’s number. Before he could decide on whether to call is son, however,  the lights flicked on. 

Meanwhile, in the backstage, the designer was pepping up her models as she handed the both of them black masks that would help conceal their identities (Paris is blind, just a mask will make you unrecognisable). “You’ve got this!” Marinette grinned. “Fighting!” 

Chloe nodded confidently, tying the mask around her head, avoiding her hair, while Damian only smiled warmly to reassure the bluenette. “We’ll be fine.” He told her, putting on his own mask, knowing she was only trying to calm her own nerves. He leaned down, pressing a soft kiss to her palm. 

Marinette made a purring noise in her throat softly before she caught herself. She cleared her throat, her own mask in hand. “Um, good luck?” 

“Let’s give it up for the MDC line!” The MC announced, and the two took that as their cue. 

“Presenting to you- Bumblebee in the Sky.” 

Chloe stepped out first, the white, blue and yellow dress catching the eyes of many in the crowd due to it’s striking palette. The white blazer flapped fiercely in the wind that was supplied by the large fans towards the side, and the blonde strutted on the walkway, flipping her hair, striking a pose on the end of the walkway. Cameras flashed at the unique design of the bumblebee stripes on the white blazer, and the audience clapped. Chloe turned back towards the entrance, and Damian was ushered out. 

“Nightingales in the Dark.” 

He was a little uncomfortable with the lights and cameras- But he was a Wayne. He was used to it. 

The audience murmured about the unique, shiny fabric that was the dark green base for the suit. The black button shirt, under the sight of the spotlights, revealed spiralling, silver designs that detailed of nightingales and ivies. It was only when the light shone down on it, it would reflect and glow against the dark fabric. 

Damian glowered fiercely at the cameras as he stood on the end of the walkway, catching sight of Marinette stuffing Chloe into the next design out of the corner of his eye. He had to take his time- So that Chloe had enough time to change. Changing his pose, Damian saw an ‘ok’ sign from Marinette, and headed back inside as Chloe emerged with her next ensemble. 

“May I present to you- Majesty.” 

The next dress was the pastel yellow masterpiece that was clearly inspired by Queen Bee. Chloe’s blonde hair danced in the wind gracefully, the brooch on her hair sparkling bright and golden.

The crowd awed at the pastel dress- Golden detailing lined the dress the same way they lined Damian’s shirt- They would only show under the light. Golden threads told of numerous, graceful bees that were waltzing in the wind, and colourful threads painted flowers and grasses along the edge of the dress, bringing out colours of red, dark blue, emerald and ivory white. 

Chloe posed more than multiple times for the camera, each camera fighting for cover-page photos of the gorgeous dress. 

Meanwhile, Damian was busy putting on his next set- The grey t-shirt with his Robin jacket. When he emerged from the changing room, Marinette had a knowing smile on her lips. 

“Ready?” She asked softly. He nodded, smiling in reply. 

“Ready.” 

—

When Bruce first saw Damian onstage, it was definitely not what he had been expecting. He had never thought Damian would be modelling- That said quite a lot about the girl, if she was able to convince Damian to model. 

He had taken more than one photo and maybe shed more than one (1) tear. 

After the spectacular piece that was Majesty, Bruce had been throughly awed by the aspiring designer. 

“Now, let’s give a round of applause for a piece that was inspired by one of Gotham’s superheroes- Robin!” 

Damian stepped into the light, feeling more than comfortable in the jacket that was made for him.

The jacket gleamed in Robin’s primary colors- Black, red, green and yellow. The R logo sat above his heart, the silver zip gleaming under the brightness of the spotlights. The hoodie had been pulled up, revealing white fur sewed into the lining of the hoodie, similar to how the actual Robin’s uniform was like. The grey t-shirt he wore under the jacket was fluid and soft, the black jeans perfect for active movement.

The click of cameras went of in what seemed like the distance as Damian sensed Marinette’s eyes on him, seemingly full of pride. 

He wondered if she was thinking about what Robin would think if he were in the crowd? 

—

“That was a success!” Marinette beamed. “Even though there were only four ensembles, it was really good!” 

Chloe and Damian felt their hearts warm at the sight of the bluenette jumping around in excitement. 

“Now, all that’s left is the closing act.” Marinette smiled. “I prepared two more ensembles for you two, we’re probably going to need to go out and take more pictures.” She shrugged.

Chloe groaned. “More?” 

A giggle escaped the bluenette’s lips. “Once we’re done, I’ll treat you both to coffee and some cake, okay?”

—

The cameras went wild as the two models finally walked out in the last piece they had to present. 

Damian wore a Lordbug-inspired piece. A white button-up shirt peaked out from below his black and red sweater, paired with a pair of black-and-white checkerboard loose slacks. A grey jacket was tied around his waist, and to top it off, a black cap with ‘Lordbug’ embroided on the front sat on his dark bangs. 

Chloe wore a Kitty-inspired outfit. A large, black sweater with the words ‘Meow’ stitched in bold white in the middle caught the hearts of many. Chloe had pulled up the hoodie of the sweater, revealing cat ears sewn on the hoodie itself. A dark blue, plaited skirt revealed a pair of long socks with the pattern of cat’s whiskers on Chloe’s legs, finished by a pair of green-black boots. 

The crowd lost it. The headlines the next day would read ‘Paris’s Superheroes Inspired MDC’s First Line’. 

“Now, let’s introduce MDC herself- Wearing her own original!” The audience sat on the edge of their seats, anticipating the great designer who had created all of the wonderful masterpieces that they just saw. 

The two models stood on both sides of the walkway, matching, proud smiles on their faces as the shy bluenette pushed past the curtain that blocked the view of the backstage. 

She was truly, the star of the show- Literally. 

Black netting- Tinged with silver threads- Formed the collar, dipping into a dark, velvety, black fabric. A heart neckline, perfectly shaped, showed just enough of Marinette’s collarbone. The top half of the dress hugged Marinette’s usually concealed curves while the bottom half blossomed into a floor-length ballgown. The folds in the ballgown were evenly distributed, the pearls among the fabric like shining stars in the sky. The sprinkled, emerald sparkles only emphasised on the concept of making the pearls alike to stars. 

Marinette blushed, brushing a strand of her dark blue hair behind her ear. 

“Let’s give a round of applause for MDC!” 

The hall exploded into thunderous applause, marvelling at the young designer standing on the stage. “Tell me, how do you feel?”

Marinette cleared her throat, her black mask only framing her bluebell eyes flawlessly. “Well, actually, I’m a little overwhelmed.” She laughed, immediately capturing the hearts of the Parisians on sight. Bruce’s heart warmed, like I’m going to adopt that kid. 

“It’s my first time publicly letting my works go out, so I was quite nervous.” MDC admitted. “But I’m really, really happy with how it turned out, and I have to thank my wonderful models for that.” 

The MC nodded approvingly. “Well, MDC, do you plan to start your own brand, seeing as how popular it’s going to be?” 

MDC nodded. “I’ve always wanted to start my own brand. Starting tomorrow, the MDC website will be open for commissions.” She smiled. 

The crowd chattered excitedly at the announcement, and Bruce nodded approvingly. The girl was confident, independent, and polite. Truly, this girl that Damian had found one-of-a-kind.  

“Will you be planning on revealing your identity one day?” The MC asked, holding the mic to Marinette’s lips. 

MDC hummed, contemplating on her answer. “Perhaps one day I will,” She said truthfully. “But as of currently, I’d rather keep it under wraps until I’m old enough to reveal it.” 

The crowd gasped in surprise. 

“Yes, I’m underage.” MDC revealed, “I’m still in school, and I’m still studying. Maybe after I graduate, I’ll announce my identity.” She bowed. “Thank you for coming to my fashion show today, everyone.” She smiled softly. “It makes me really happy. Thank you once again.” 

Cameras scrambled for pictures. 

“MDC, can we get a picture of you and your models, please?” They implored. 

Alya scrambled against the flow of the adults, jumping up and down excitedly. “MDC, can I get a picture with you, please?” She grinned. “I’m the Kittyblogger!” 

If it was six months ago, Marinette would’ve gladly gave Alya a photo, but now was different. 

“I’ve brought my own camera person.” She told the crowd politely. 

Aurore pushed her way through the crowd, an honoured smile on her lips. “MDC, can you and your models face my camera, please?” 

Chloe and Damian glanced at Marinette for confirmation, and she nodded. The three stood together, smiling as Aurore took pictures of them, the other cameras scrambling to stand behind Aurore to get photos as well. Once the girl was done, Marinette gestured for the two to go backstage. 

“Thank you so much, everyone.” She bowed politely, leaving to go backstage with the rest. 

Once backstage, they found Aurore waiting. 

“You ready for the interview?” She asked, a smile on her face. “Once again, I must thank you, MDC. It’s an honour.” 

Marinette brushed it off. “I need to thank you. Right, um, I think I’m ready.” 

Aurore begin recording, and gave Marinette the ‘ok’ sign. 

“Hello, everyone. My name is MDC, and I’m a designer.” She smiled. 

“MDC, what are your designs primarily inspired by?” Aurore asked from behind her camera. 

MDC tilted her head, making a thinking face. “Well, they’re mostly inspired by people around me. As you saw, some of the ensembles were inspired by the superheroes that have been protecting our city.” 

Aurore nodded, giving Marinette a thumbs up. “Just now, on stage, you announced that you would be setting up a website and that you would be accepting commissions. How much, on average, will the commissions be?” 

“That depends.” Marinette paused. “As you saw, the fabric I use for the ensembles are not ordinary fabrics- In fact, some of them I made myself. The embroidery on the fabrics take quite some time as well. I only use the best materials for my works, so it’ll depend on what materials I used and how much those were.” She gave an apologetic look. 

Aurore nodded in understanding. “I understand. Your art is a rather detailed art, after all, it takes up a lot of effort. How much time do you use to make one ensemble?” 

“That depends. Before, I used to be really busy as my ex-friends used to commission things out of me without paying, so my schedule was really packed up. However, I am pleased to announce that my schedule has been cleared up, so it should take an average of one week to two weeks for a commission, however, if it takes a lot of hand-work, it might stretch up maximum to two months.” 

Aurore nodded. “Thank you so much for interview, MDC. I wish you luck in your line of work, and I look forward in seeing more of your designs!” 

The camera clicked off, and Aurore squealed. “I cannot thank you enough, Mari!” 

Marinette sighed in relief, taking off her mask. “I’ll have to thank you, you’re helping me advertise.” 

Aurore paused, digesting the thought. “I suppose so, but you’re giving me my chance to be a famous blogger!” Aurore sighed dreamily. “I promise I’ll take this seriously.” 

“I’m sure you will,” Marinette groaned tiredly. “Right, who wants coffee and cake?” 

—

Bruce sat on his seat, not moving, still waiting for the three to come out from behind the curtains. He wanted to meet his future-daughter-in-law, after all.

Most of the crowd had dispersed- In fact, practically everyone had left. It was just Bruce, being a lonely old man by himself in the entire hall. 

At last, he decided to just call his son. 

“Damian.” 

“Yes.”

“Where are you?” 

“…Why?” 

“I need to meet my daughter-in-law.” 

“No.” 

And then he hung up. 

Bruce looked up only to see three teens sneaking out from the side door. He shook his head, sighed, and went back to his hotel.  

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Poor Bruce :( Issok you’ll meet Mari sooner or later <3

Next chapter is probably going to be heavy salt about Lila knowing MDC 

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