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mochinek0 · 1 year ago

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In Sickness and in Health

"Damian, I need you to work with the new student on this project." his history teacher stated.

"What new student?" the young Wayne questioned.

'There's no one new here. Has he finally lost it?'

"Stay after class, please." they replied.

Damian simply nodded.

'At least if the new person is all in his head, I can work by myself.'

"The new student isn't here today as she's sick. They're also a transfer student." The teacher spoke, "Here is her address."

"You want me to go there and become ill?" Damian speculated.

"Not at all, Mr. Wayne. All I am asking is that you, at least, speak to her about the project." the teacher sighed, "She'll know better than anyone how long she'll be absent. Get her to write a note saying, I don't know, she gives you full control on the project or something. I'll deal with it from there."

"I can do that." Damian accepted.

'At least I can still work by myself.'

Damian looked down at the address in his hand an then back at the seamstress shop. Confused, the young Wayne entered the store and looked around for someone his own age.

"Can I help you?" asked an elderly lady.

"I was given this address for a classmate of mine." Damian explained, "I believe they mixed it up. Excuse me."

"Are you looking for Marinette?" they questioned.

'Marinette? Is that her name? Not American; he did mention they were a transfer student.'

"Yes." he answered, still unsure.

"Go through the blue curtain in the far back." the lady smiled, "There's a set of stairs that will take you to the apartment above the store."

Damian nodded and went to the back of the store. There was blue cloth hung up on a shower rod that parted slightly.

'A door would be better suited.'

Damian walked up the stairs to the second story and found single door. He raised his hand and knocked on the door. The door opened and he was shocked. There in the doorway was a girl with blue hair, up to his chest. She was wearing what seemed to be pajamas, had a blanket draped over her shoulders, a face mask, and a cooling cloth attached to her forehead.

'She is obviously seriously ill. How did she open the door? Why didn’t anyone else open it for her?'

"Who are you?" she questioned, hoarsely.

"Damian Wayne." he declared, "I was told to talk to you about a history project for school."

She moved away from the door and went stright to the kitchen.

"Sit anywhere you want. I haven't sat in the living room in three days. I'd offer you a beverage, but I don't want to get you sick and asking you to get it yourself, seems rude." the girl spoke.

'Polite; unexpected.'

"What are you doing?" Damian questioned, as he watched her stir a pot.

"Making soup for the week." Marinette answered.

"So, I should not expect you to return this week." he suggested.

"I usually eat soup when I'm sick and for the following days, to keep my immune system cleansed." she explained, "So, history? Leave me the details and I'll work on it."

"Mr. Hayes suggested you could write a note putting me in charge." Damian spoke.

"I can work, Damian." Mari remarked, "I don't need you coddling me because I'm sick."

'Coddle! I-The last thing I would do is….coddle her!'

Damian snapped, "I am giving you a way out! Get your rest and I will do it completely!"

"I'm on bedrest and as you can see, I'm functional." she growled back.

Marinette began to cough heavidly, enough to make her grip the kitchen counter. Damian watched as her breaths became labored, as if she had trouble inhaling.

'She calls this functional?'

Marinette grabbed a mug and poured hot water from a near by kettle. Damian watched as she spooned a small amount of tea leaves into a container and place it in the mug.

'Peppermint? She should try lemon, ginger, something citrus.'

"When are your parents getting back?" Damian asked, not moving from the doorway.

"I'm emancipated." she smiled.

'She's by herself?'

Damian looked around and noticed a small table with one chair. The living room had enough to seat up to three guests. There was also one door to the left, behind the living room.

"Leave the form and an email or something so I can send you my portion." Marinette called out, "If you don't like it, I can work in my room and you can work from out here."

Damian took out a pen and quickly wrote down his email at the top of the paper.

"I'll be back, tomorrow." he stated, leaving the apartment.

'Why is she so stubborn? She needs to rest. The simplest solution would be for her to rest this week while I work alone. What is she trying to accomplish?'

The moment she opened the door, Damian stared at Marinette annoyed. She had showed recently, but her hair was still wet. At the very least, she was wearing different clothes.

He scowled, "Where is the bathroom?"

"Oh, in my room, on your left." Marinette pointed out.

'Guess he really needed to go.'

Damian came back with a towel and threw it over her head, without notice. He quickly began to rub her head to get the moisture out.

"You're going to get worse with you hair looking like a wet mop." Damian stated, "Dry it completely."

Marinette remained silent and still. Damian stopped his movements.

"Marinette?" he asked, moving to face her.

'Shit!'

Marinette's eyes were wide and she was practially hyperventilating. She was clenching and unclenching her hands.

'She does not handle physical contact well. Is she going to be okay at school?'

Damian kneeled in front of her and showed his hands were raised in front of him.

"My apologies." Damian whispered, "I didn't mean to startle you."

Damian reached out and dragged his bag, next to the couch. He pulled out a small cylinder.

"I brought you some tea leaves. Citrus help you recover from illness." he began, "I don't believe peppermint will work." as he handed her the container.

Marinette took it and looked at it. She opened it and sniffed the tea leaves. There was lemon, cinnamon, ginger, and cloves. There was some other stuff she couldn't make out.

"You......made this?" Marinette questioned.

'Why would he give this to me?'

Damian remained silent, but nodded. He didn't think she would noticed he took his time to make her something.

"I make my own teas." he replied.

Mari smiled, "Thank you."

Damian watched as her expression softened. She got up from her seat, letting the towel fall from her head, and quickly began to get things ready to brew the tea. Once it was finished brewing, she took a sip.

"It’s delicious, Damian!" Mari smiled, happily, "Maybe I should go to you for all of my teas."

Before he could respond, Marinette took her tea and went into her room. Damian picked up his things and saw she had gotten comfortable in her bed with her laptop on a tray.

"Were we not working over there?" he questioned.

"I don't want to get you sick." Marinette replied, "Besides, there's only one chair. I'll just email you-"

Damian left the room and returned with the chair from her kitchen table.

"I don't get sick, easily." Damian declared, setting the chair down a few feet from her bed, "h quicker we finish this, the more you can rest."

Marinette worked silently, sipping on the tea Damian had brought her. After an hour, Damian packed up his thing, declaring he'd return the next day.

This time, when Marinette opened the door, he could tell she was moving much more sluggish.

'She got worse! She's pushing herself for me. Damn her stubbornness!'

Damian quickly picked her up in his arms.

"You're-" she began.

"If I get sick, I will blame you later." Damian claimed.

"Sorry." Mari whispered.

Damian placed her back in her bed. He quickly rushed to the bathroom in search of a first aid kit or at least, a thermometer. Once he found it, he brought it back and held it out. Mairnette looked at it, in dissapointment.

"Use it." he demanded.

Marinette shoved it in her mouth and waited. The quick beeping notified them both something was wrong. Mari took it out of her mouth n tried to hide it. Damian was able to grab it with ease.

'102.5'

"I'm fine." Marinette declared.

"You are far from fine." Damian stated.

Damian took the thermometer to the bathroom and washed it, as well as his hands. When he returned, he found Marinette fast asleep. He found a cooling pad near by and placed it on her head. Damian remember a small cloth by the sink and wet it. He quickly cooled off her arms, her neck, and her legs, before covering her up. Damian took out a sticky note and wrote down his number.

Marinette woke up to the room being dark.

"Damian?" she called out.

She grabbed her phone and saw it was close to two in the morning. She set her phone down and felt a paper.

'Sticky note?'

She turned on the flashlight on her phone and looked at the note: Call me if you worsen-Damian.

'Aw. He's really sweet. I feel so bad for falling asleep on him.'

Marinette stood up and made her way to the bathroom. She grabbed the thermometer from the medicine cabinet and took her temperature. It read 99.2; it was the best it had been all week. She washed the thermometer and took some medicine. After, she made more of Damian's tea.

'Gonna need it.'

Damian arrived back from patrol to find an email from Mari.

'I thought I told her to call me if she got worse, not email me!'

He opened it in a panic and found it was her completed work for the assignment. Damian looked at the time. It was now three in the morning and she had sent it thirty minutes ago. He grabbed his phone and opened his contacts. Then, he froze.

'I don’t have her number! Fuck!'

Damian went over the next day and was surprised to see her more active. Marinette had answered the door happily and was dressed in white tank top, pink shorts, and slippers. She wasn't even using a blanket to keep herself warm.

"Damian!" She smiled, "Hey, did you get my email?"

"I did." he answered.

"Is everything okay?" Mari asked, "I didn't think I'd see you today."

"Why did you send it so late or early, I should say." Damain questioned.

"It was when I woke up." Marinette answered, "I'm sorry for falling asleep on you. I decided it was best to work on it, while I had a clear head. I'm feeling a lot better, so I should be able to see you at school tomorrow. I'm sure it was all thanks to your tea."

Damian nodded and held out his phone for her to grab. Marinette looked at it confused, but took it.

"I planned on yelling at you, for being up so late, but I didn't have you number." the young Wayne stated.

Marinette giggled, "And I should give it to you, why?"

Damian remained silent. He didn't think she would refuse to give her number to him.

"In case we are paired up again." he quickly spoke.

Mari added her contact information and handed it back.

"Sick Girl?" he questioned.

"So you know it's me." Mari answered.

He hated how right she was. It was likely that if she had entered her name, he would have forgotten it in a week and deleted it.

"Do you want to come in or was that all?" she asked.

"That was all." he said and quickly left.

Marinette closed the door an giggled.

'He's like a stray cat that came to say hi.'

Damian sat in class and kept his eyes on the door. Marinette hadn't walked in, yet, and it was almost time for the bell to ring.

'Is she still sick? Did her fever come back? I should have called her this morning to make sure she was feeling fine.'

The bell rang breaking him from his thoughts and then, she rushed in.

'Marinette.'

"Late." their teacher declared, "I will forgive you, this time, since you have been sick, Miss Duapin-Cheng."

Marinette nodded her head. It was finally time for history class and it was so different to see her in uniform. Damian could admit he more use to seeing her in pajamas or shorts, with her blanket curled around her. He was even use to her falling asleep, but some how the uniform felt less personal. He hated it. Damian watched carefully over Marinette. He had to make sure she was completely better. Her damn stubbornness left him worried about her pretending to feel better for his sake. Then, he saw it; the tense smile on her face. She was surrounded by their peers. It reminded him of the smiles his brothers' gave at parties. Damian walked over and grabbed her wrist.

"We need to talk about the project since you have been absent." he declared.

"Oh, okay." Marinette answered, as he pulled her away from everyone else.

"He could have been nicer."

"It's Wayne. When is he ever nice?"

"Lucky bitch."

"I can’t believe she was his partner."

"He probably did it himself, already."

"Yeah. He's just gonna give her a copy and put her name on it."

"I can’t believe he touched her."

"True."

"Better than him yelling at us to move or scram, again."

Marinette frowned as she heard what they said about Damian. That wasn't the Damian she knew.

"Thank you." Marinette whispered, once they were far enough.

Damian looked at her questioningly.

"For rescuing me." she answered.

"You appeared uncomfortable." the young Wayne spoke, " I was uncertain how you would react if one of them touched you. I understand if I made you uncomfortable, as well. My apologies for forcing you. Next time, tell them to leave."

"I'm not good at dealing with people; not anymore." Mari declared, "Besides, they should forget about me soon. I'm still 'new' in their eyes. I'm not trying to gain anything by talking to them. I don’t want to get to know them."

"I thought you weren't coming." Damian spoke, changing the subject.

"Huh?" she asked, confused, "I told you I was coming today."

"You were late." he growled.

"Oh." Marinette winced, "Uh….I have a feeling I will be in detention a lot."

Damian stopped and turned to her, waiting for an explanation.

"I have always been late to school, even when it was across from my house." she stated.

Damian sighed, "I'll pick you up in the mornings."

"No!" she cried out.

"Why?" he demanded, "Is that an issue? I have been to your place before, have I not?"

"I'm not a morning person." Mari replied, looking down.

He sighed again, "My brother isn't either, unless he has had coffee. I can bring you some." making a mental note to steal Tim's coffee in the morning from now on.

"Really?" Mari questioned, perking up.

"You better, at least, be dressed." Damian retorted.

"Pajamas count as being dressed, right?" she squeaked.

Damian glared at her, "Why would you still be in pajamas?"

"I'm not a morning person!" Marinette glared back, "I work late and-"

"The shop keeps you that busy?" he questioned.

"Oh." Marinette spoke, "No. I help in the shop sometimes, but that's not my job. I do commissions. She asks me to help some times, but she's going to let me use the sewing machine for free until I can buy one."

"How….long do your commissions take?" he sighed.

"Depends who it's for. If it's for my uncle, I tend to work three weeks straight. It also depends on the pay and timeline. If he called me right now and asked for something in six months, I wouldn't worry unless things began to pile up. It could also be one of my aunties."

'What the fuck is with her family? No wonder why she is emancipated! I can't believe they would work her that hard.'

"You're moving into the manor." Damian declared, "I'll even get you a new sewing machine."

"I am not!" she cried out, "I barely know you! All I know is you name and you make tea!"

"At this rate, I'll have to get you dressed and drag you to school!" Damian cried back.

"Who the fuck made you my babysitter?" Marinette shouted.

"Someone should be." he huffed, "You obviously need someone to take care of you. I don’t see why it shouldn't be me!"

Marinette squeaked and turned red. Realizing what he said, so did Damian.

The teacher watched as Damian took Marinette aside to talk. He was well aware that their assignment had been turned in three days ago. He couldn't hear what they were saying, but it was the closest he had ever seen Damian be comfortable around anyone. He also was aware of Marinette's past school and being bullied.

'I knew getting them to talk would be a good thing.'

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cherrycoke1818 · 2 months ago

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I’ve caught you, my mysterious shadow

This doesn’t happen until the end of like chapter 4 and then I don’t plan on posting chapter five until my friend grovels at my feet.

anyway the fic is called Tears Don’t Rust the Blade by CherryCoke1818 on ao3!!

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cocosparkel · 4 months ago

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Curiosity killed the cat (but satisfaction brought it back)

Chapter 1

Summary-

When Marinette finds out that she is adopted, she tracks down her Biological aunt. Who happens to live Gotham, the place she swore she wouldn't go. Well, Gotham just gained a new vigilante -Chaos.

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CHAPTER 1: REVELATIONS

The day Marinette found out she was adopted, her life changed completely.

It started like a normal day.

She entered the kitchen. “Maman ?” She asked. Her mother was crying over a photo. When she noticed Marinette, she quickly wiped her tears and hid the photo under a book.

“Marinette…” she said with a shaky smile.

“Maman, are you okay ?”Marinette asked, stepping into the room “What was in that photo ?”

“Nothing, Marinette, I'm fine.” Sabine abruptly stood up and left the room.

“Okay maman…” Marinette whispered as Sabine was leaving the room, loud enough for her to hear it.

Just as Marinette was about to leave too, confused about the entire thing, something caught her eye. It was another photo, which had fallen on the floor. Hesitating, she eventually picked it up. The photo was that of a baby. She had big blue eyes, and black hair, with a beautiful smile. Flipping the photo, Marinette saw a familiar handwriting at the bottom corner.

Bridgette Liu Dupain-cheng, our precious baby.

Confused, Marinette kept the photo with her, deciding to ask her parents later.

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At dinner, Marinette finally asked the one question in her mind. “Maman, papa, who is this ?” She showed them the photo she had found early.

Sabine dropped her knife and Tom looked stunned.

Snapping out of her reverie, Sabine said “Oh Marinette, we hoped this day would never come….”

Marinette swallowed, losing her appetite immediately.

“We were going to tell you when you were 13, but then Hawkmoth appeared, and we didn't want to overwhelm you, and we just– we love you Marinette, and it doesn't matter if… if you're…if you're…” Sabine looked at Tom, unable to complete her sentence.

But Marinette bet them to it. “ I'm adopted, amn't I ?”

Sabine started sobbing, and Tom put a comforting hand around her.

He sighed,” Marinette, we are your godparents. Our own daughter, Bridgette passed just a year before we adopted you. Your mother was a very close friend of ours, and she left us with you.”

Sabine gave her a watery smile,“We love you, Marinette that will never change.”

Marinette stood “ Thanks for finally telling me the truth Maman, Papa.”

She fled to her room.

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Her parents had given her her original birth certificate that night.

Her name had been Marie Kyle - Draper. Her mother's name was Diane Kyle, and her father's name was Richard Draper.

She looked them up in every possible website, but the only thing she found was an article.

Last saturday night, a young couple who were later identified as Richard and Diane draper were found dead in an alley near Robinson park. Richard had been shot straight on the head,whereas Diane had taken a bullet through her stomach. While it looks like a mugging attempt which led to their demise, the GPD suspect something more sinister. The GPD have promised to get to the bottom of this.

Finding out just what happened to her parents made her uneasy, especially when she realised that the place they died was Gotham, the very place where her grandmother Felicie had been murdered.

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Walking into class, Marinette was still in a daze about what had happened the day before. She was so lost in thought, that she didn't notice the glares her classmates were giving her.

"How could you, girl ? We all trusted you so much !” Alya shouted, as Marinette went to sit beside her.

"Alya what do you mean ? I don't get it ?” Marinette asked, confused.

“Look I get that you don't like Lila but that doesn't mean you can insult her when all she's done is be nice to you.” Kim said, as everyone agreed with him.

"What? I still don't understand-’’ M asked looking around. Her eyes fell on Lila who seemed to be crying.

"So you're saying you didn't tell lila that she will never be Adrien’s friend ? Or that Ladybug doesn't really like her ?” Alya snapped.

“I never said that!” Marinette exclaimed, realising what was happening.

“And who would have sent her these messages from your phone ?” Sneered Kim.

“ Those were taken out of context.” Marinette said, shaking her head.

"Sure…” Alya looked at her, and lowered her voice and said, “Look all you have to do is apologise to her… and understand that Adrien may not want to be with you and-”

“Alya what makes you think I still like Adrien” Marinette asked, getting annoyed.

"Come on girl, I'm your best friend.” Alya said rolling her eyes.

“You haven't been my best friend in months! You haven't properly talked to me, insulted me when I forgave Chloe and even ditched me for Lila many times.” Marinette shouted, done with her friends, no ex friends stupidity.

“Marinette, you know it's not like that…” Alya said, in a condescending tone.

"No Alya, I'm done. With all of you.” With that, Marinette stormed to the back of the class, and sat next to a stunned looking Chloe. She had made up her mind about what she was going to do.

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Ever since she found out that she was adopted, things had been tense with her parents. She walked into the bakery, determined to put this behind her.

“Marinette ! Could you.. could you help me with making the decorations for this cake ?” Sabine asked hesitantly.

"Sure thing Maman” Marinette said, a small smile on her face.

So what if she was adopted? Her parents still wanted her, still cared for her. She wasn't going to let anything ruin her family life, like the way she let Lila ruin her friendships.

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( what do you think ??? Is it nice ???? Is it boring ??? Is it cool ???? Is it horrible????

If u liked this, do check out my other work, they're just not dreams)

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batsandbugs · 1 year ago

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

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

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

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

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

#maribat #damianette #damian x marinette #mlb crossover #the great ikea game #the ikea verse #daminette

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ledalasombra · 1 year ago

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Yes, And?

Even though I had a lot of things half finished, this story stuck in my head... It kind of starts with nothing and ends with nothing... just a snippet of something... you know...

Yes, And?

Ladybug was chatting animatedly with Robin and Superboy during a break in the Justice League's bi-monthly meetings when she was approached by Kid Flash, who stopped next to her.

“Hello Ladybug, how are you on this wonderful day?” he commented with a slight smile, crossing his arms in front of her, seeing her respond with a friendly smile. “I was wondering if today would be the day we could have that dinner we talked about a few weeks ago…”

“Kid Flash, it's a pleasure to see you again” she said with her smile missing a little, as well as her excitement “Like I said the last time we talked, I don't believe this is a good idea. I don’t usually go out on dates with people while we’re in costume.”

“Maybe then we just need to meet outside of it…”

“I'm going to stop you right now Kid Flash. She already said she's not interested, so get lost…” Robin cut him off before Kid Flash could even continue, seeing the heroine force a smile in their direction. Before she could even comment anything, the group was called to return to the meetings, making everyone go to their place.

Robin stopped before he even entered the room. “Since when has he been trying to court you?” Robin commented seriously.

“I don’t think that’s important.” she commented looking at him and smiling again “Let’s go or we’ll end up being late.”

“Don’t think this matter is finished” he commented very quietly next to her.

"What subject? I don't know what you're talking about” she replied, smiling widely and leaving him with an irritated expression throughout the meeting. For some time, Robin tried to go back or find out more about the whole story, but noted that she would not comment, so he let the matter drop much against his will.

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The following week, Ladybug was entering the Justice League's Main Hall, talking to Superboy about the reports they needed to deliver on a mission they had just returned from, when she was approached by Shazam, asking to speak to her in private. The request was readily accepted, but Superboy could detect a certain note of caution in her tone, which made the young man pay attention to the conversation, even though he knew it wasn't correct.

Superboy watched the two walk away, seeing Ladybug leave her body slightly tense. He found his friend's attitude strange, understanding as soon as he started to hear the conversation. Just after a few minutes of Shazam and Ladybug walking away, Robin approached Superboy, frowning as he watched the two talk further away, without really understanding what was happening. But before he even questioned it, Superboy signaled him to stay quiet to try to better understand the context of what was going on. He looked at Robin with a perplexed expression that couldn't be seen by the two who were further away since the young Kryptonian had his back to the two magic users.

“Ah Ma..” he stopped talking when he saw her expression, forcing a cough “Ladybug, come on, we talked about this movie last week. We commented on how incredible it would be, we could totally make time to go. Then we could stop by that restaurant we know. It would certainly be a great way to end the night… You know”

“Shazam, we are friends and I would certainly love to go with you and other friends of ours. What do you think? So, that wouldn’t lead people to come to the wrong conclusion about our friendship, wouldn’t it?” she commented calmly, still smiling and looking at the adult in front of her. They both knew each other outside the mask, outside the context of the entire Justice League. She had already noticed his interest in her and, on several occasions, hinted that she did not have the same interest as him. Or at least she thought she made that clear.

“Oh, uh… I was hoping that maybe we could turn this into a date of sorts?” he commented, somewhat embarrassed and hopeful.

"What happened?" Robin asked Superboy tensely, looking at Shazam and Ladybug from afar “What are they talking about that you need me to be quiet about?

“I didn’t know they knew each other outside of the mask” Superboy commented “and apparently they’re good friends.”

Robin frowned, looking at Superboy who smiled in surprise at the conversation. “What are they talking about?” The young vigilante asked, which came out much more like a demand than a question.

“Nothing much, he’s just asking her out… movies and dinner. It’s a good date, not bad.” He said with a slight smile “But the way she spoke to him I think she was already expecting something like that and I don’t think he’ll have much luck considering the way her breathing changed…”

Superboy didn't finish speaking as he soon saw that Robin was walking towards the two with long strides. He shook his head and headed to the room where the three would have a brief meeting about the mission they had just returned from. But one thing wouldn't leave the young man's mind: why doesn't he talk to Ladybug about his feelings for her right away? With the number of suitors she had, he would certainly end up losing the chance he still had...

Robin walked away from Superboy irritated and muttering profanities in Arabic about the entire situation. He took a deep breath quickly, stopping next to Ladybug and Shazam, managing to hear part of the young heroine's response.

“Oh…” she said in surprise, looking at him “Bi-Shazam. I, uh…, I don't really know what to say, but I really don't think this is a good idea. We..” she commented somewhat awkwardly, however she was immediately cut off by Robin, as he abruptly stopped next to her.

“Shazan, if you allow us, Ladybug and Superboy need to come with me to finalize the data for the mission we were on. Maybe you can talk another time” he said between his teeth, controlling himself so as not to cause any kind of ‘incident’.

“We’ll talk another time, ok?” Ladybug said goodbye quickly with a slight smile, waving at him as she walked away and followed Robin to the meeting room, where Superboy was waiting. She dropped her shoulders, taking a deep breath, caught up in her thoughts.

“Was he asking you out?” He said through his teeth “This is very unprofessional…”

“Don’t get me wrong Robin, but I’d rather not discuss it at the moment. Let's finish all this I'm tired and certainly a shower, food and my bed would be the highlight of my day or night whichever you prefer..” she spoke in a way to put the matter aside, gesturing widely with her hands. “And for the record Superboy, I expected more from you about listening to other people's conversations…” she said, sitting down and ending the subject.

The meeting ended after a little over 30 minutes, causing the team to disperse. Ladybug opened a portal directly to her apartment, where she dropped her transformation and headed for a long, hot shower. She had a quick snack with a croissant that she had left ready that morning and some tea, heading to bed soon after. Although it was a peaceful mission, the excess magic she needed to use left her exhausted and the only thing she needed at the moment was sleep. When she saw her cell phone light up with an incoming voice call, Marinette sighed deeply, ignoring the message and going to sleep. She turned off the sound from the device, leaving it face down on the table next to the bed and going to sleep. "This will be a problem for tomorrow's Marinette.." she whispered in the dark, closing her eyes and being hugged by Morpheus.

Robin saw Ladybug say goodbye as she merged her transformation by opening a portal soon after. Despite being calmer, he still expressed irritation at the entire conversation he heard, sighing deeply when he saw her entering the portal she created and it closing soon after. The young man looked at the place where the portal was for a few more seconds, turning around to leave the room and get to the Zeta tubes, to return home, however he was approached by Superboy on the way. He sighed, massaging his still frowning forehead, watching his friend speak.

“Robin, you should really talk to her and tell her how you feel. If you have to act like this every time someone hits on her, this place will become unsustainable.”

The young man looked at him seriously, walking back to the door. "I don't know what you are talking about. I don’t think you should worry about that."

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Damian was already reasonably irritated with the entire situation that was occurring in the Justice League Watchtower. He was leaving his last class of the morning at Gotham University when he heard Marinette talking to one of their classmates, Anthony William Tabot Walton. He was in the same class as Marinette and Damian, being an insufferable person who, apparently, couldn't take no for an answer.

“I don’t think your invitation to lunch is a good idea Anthony. You certainly understand that I have no interest in going out with you, as I have said before.” Marinette commented politely, with a forced smile on her face, which didn't seem very convincing to young Walton.

Walton looked her up and down with a slight smile on his face. “Could we go to an Italian restaurant, something casual? You look like you could use some fun…”

Damian bristled, the audacity of this wanker. Having heard enough, Damian approached, stopping between the two, looking at Walton. “Did you ask her out?” he asked, then looking at Marinette who was relieved.

“Yes and if you would excuse us, we are trying to discuss the details…”

“And you were intending to accept?” Damian cut him off, turning his attention and asking Marinette.

“No, in fact I just told Monsieur Walton that I have no interest in the matter.” She replied with a serious expression. He glanced at her quickly, returning his attention to Anthony.

“You already have your answer. Now if you'll excuse us” he said, making to leave, but turned towards him again “stop harassing her. Oh, and if you bother her again I will make you regret your choices for the rest of your pathetic life.” he commented, taking her arm and leading her to the parking lot next to where they were. It was already empty, all the university students were already heading home or to the cafeteria.

“Damian… That was so unkind” she said, letting go of her arm that he was still holding, moving away a little, however her eyes said just the opposite.

“He shouldn't be insisting so much after so long” he complained, stopping in front of the car and opening the door for her to enter. He knew what he needed to do, but his pride didn't help much. He closed the door, turned around and got into the car on the driver's side.

“Is that all you have to say about it?” she looked at him, arching her eyebrow.

He sighed as if it physically pained him to say, “I’m sorry”

She grinned, pleased with the outcome of the situation “Yes, and?” she spoke as she approached him.

Damian sighed deeply, turning his head towards her and removing a strand of hair that had fallen in her face, his lips in a line, knowing what was coming. “And yes, you were right.”

“Um…” she gave a slight smile at the admission of the boy in front of her, looking at him with her blue eyes “And?” She lightly crossed her arms, tilting her head slightly, she was visibly having fun with the whole situation. After all, he was the one who let things get to that point.

Damian's stomach fluttered. He was usually composed, but nothing about Marinette made him feel ordinary. He knew he was madly in love with her, with that extraordinary woman. He released all the air he had in his lungs, taking a deep breath, knowing what he needed to say. After all, she was right in almost every case. “And…” he looked into her eyes, taking his hands to her hips, bringing her closer, letting both their lips almost touch “… maybe we should start telling people about us.”

She smiled lightly, shaking her head slightly in denial at the stubbornness of the man in front of her, slightly lifting her head and meeting him for a brief, passionate kiss. “We really should. If we had done that, I certainly wouldn't have had to go through some pretty unpleasant conversations.…”

He growled, finding his forehead against hers, looking into her eyes. “You were right, none of them would be trying to court you and treating you like you had no mind of your own, like Walton did, if they knew we were together.”

She smiled happily at her boyfriend's admission. “Come on…” she said, taking his hand. “We can discuss further how we will do this in my apartment.” she commented, moving away a little and adjusting her seat belt. She certainly wouldn't stop saying 'I told you so' at least once by the end of the day...

#damian x marinette #dc x mlb #mlb x dc #maridami #maribat #damian wayne #marinette dupain cheng

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Daminette December 2024 Master Post

Fae - AO3

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

Global Crisis - The Words I Most Regret - AO3

That's Mine - AO3

First Kiss Fails - Mistaken Identity - I Spy - AO3

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Pride and Prejudice - AO3

Hawkmoth in Arkham - AO3

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Peace and Joy - AO3

Robin My Heart - AO3

Training Session - AO3

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itriedwritingandhereiam · 14 days ago

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Take out your earbuds- I swear- Am_I_really_a_writerhuh

daminette pt 2, roughly 7k

That was stupid. The absolute worst ! She would never be able to look him in the eyes again. She was going to have to spirit him (was that the term? Spirit…ghoul…ghost?) and pretend she didn’t know him to live off the embarrassment.

It happened over six hours ago and she was dwelling on it.

This wasn’t the first nonsensical excuse her brain word vomited in the spur of the moment onto a poor recipient. No, her brain to mouth filter was dysfunctional seven days a week, twelve months a year.

But usually it only happened around close friends and family who were used to it! Who could laugh it off or in a rare case, make sense of what she was saying.

She’d seen the gothamites' faces when she booked it out of the cafeteria. Utter bemusement.

“He probably thinks I’m weird now,” she whined into her pillow. Tikki pat Marinette’s head with her tiny hand (paw?)

“Aw Marinette, I doubt Damian thinks you’re weird,” she cooed, then quickly added, “or any weirder than he already thought you were,” to which the girl groaned, “He might be a little confused but it will be fine as long as you give an explanation…that…makes…sense,”

“But then I have to talk to him!” she threw her hands in the air. The kwami sighed and shook her head.

“Marinette, we did not move halfway across the globe for you to be afraid of talking to a boy you like again!”

With wide eyes, the ravenette looked at the little being surprised by her statement.

“Who said I liked him? I never said that! I don't like like him!” she protested, although her blush betrayed her, “He’s just a friend,”

Ew. her mouth felt weird forming those words.

“And where have we heard that before,” Tikki asked, tapping her hand (paw?) on her cheek, watching her holder turn away.

”I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Marinette insisted.

“Then you would be able to look me in the eye and tell me that,” the tiny goddess raised an eyebrow.

Still, her human did not turn to face her.

“Hmph,”

“ Oh Adrien, I love you so much, together we’ll have a little house and three kids and a hamster~” Tikki raised her voice a pitch higher and move closer to Marinette’s ear, feigning a love sick swoon, then she made a shoving motion, changing her expression and deepening her voice, “ I’m sorry Marinette. To me. You are just a friend, I hope you can forgive me-”

After her short performance, she stared at the pouty parisian who’d now folded her arms.

“Does that not sound familiar to you, Marinette? Not even a little?”

“Not in the slightest,” she crossed her arms.

“Careful, you’re starting to sound as prim and proper as your favourite English tutor,” the kwami snarked.

A loud and exasperated gasp filled the room.

“Take that back !”

The kwami blew raspberries and flew away, escaping the conversation and off to steal some cookies from the kitchen, forcing Marinette to be left alone with her thoughts.

In all honesty, Tikki wasn’t wrong in the slightest. In fact, she’d hit the nail on the head.

About Damian, not her tutor, Fèlix.

Marinette had moved to America under a scholarship in need of a break from Paris and all the drama attached to the city. She’d escaped the constant akuma news updates (despite still having to teleport back to fight them), the snake(s) at her previous school and most of all, distanced herself from her long-time crush-turned-awkward-best-friend.

All three of which had been at least eighty percent of her stress.

It had been a small struggle to adjust to the constant use of English but with the help of her drill sergeant, Fèlix, it was a smooth adjustment. The only thing she had yet to master was the use of slang. Due to the fact that Fèlix spoke like a Victorian English aristocrat, he spoke ‘proper’ English through and through.

“If you want to speak slang, I’ll gladly acquaint you with the delinquents at the bottom rank of my class. Save us both the trouble of this bloody session” he’d offered.

She’d take her chances speaking like her birthdate fell some centuries ago.

Classes at school were fine, she had minor issues adjusting to notetaking and lectures but otherwise it was problem-free. Her classmates had been strangely enthusiastic towards her.

At least they didn’t not like her.

~some weeks earlier~

Meeting the boy in question had been a fucking heart attack in the making. Damian, not the blond brat.

She was some days into her first week at Gotham Academy and was doing just peachy. It was sixth period and she was walking out of literature eager for the awaiting pastries in her bag.

She’d sat down at the first empty table she saw, it was in a nice corner of the cafeteria.

She liked the cafeteria, the food wasn’t as bad as she’d been led to believe and the people weren’t as rowdy as the movies she’d watched depicted them to be. Sure there were a few odd outbursts but it could have been worse.

Fishing out her headphones from her satchel, she quickly turned on the inspiration for her current project and got to work on her latest Jagged Stone album cover commission.

This is what Jagged called payment for her staying in his Gotham residence. (nevermind that he’d insisted and she didn’t really have a choice after her parents sided with him)

Out of the corner of her eye, she’d seen a figure approaching and seating themself opposite her. She was going to say hello, but before she could even look up, she felt his gaze burning a hole in her forehead.

An all too familiar feeling.

The person had just sat there and stared . Being her , she panicked when he tried to gain her attention. He tapped his fingers as though waiting and a thousand thoughts scrambled through her brain as she continued ignoring them and sketching.

It took all her willpower to not look up or give any acknowledgement.

The most prominent worry being, what if she pissed off a fucking bully or some rich kid. It wouldn’t be the first time and it most certainly would be very on brand for her.

And it would certainly lead to a repeat of her ‘Be tormented by a Bourgeois era’ again.

As casually and nonchalantly as possible, she moved her hand to pick up a macaron from the brown bag some distance from her sketchpad and nibbled it, trying to ignore the unsettling feeling emanating from her current seatmate.

If she ignored the problem, maybe it would go away.

Aha.

Ha.

As if.

He clears his throat, clearly still trying to get her attention and Marinette feels like she’s going to have indigestion. A few moments later and she hears them let out a long sigh.

Seeing as he didn’t actively kick her off, she continued ignoring them and waited for them to leave first when the bell rang.

Only in her History period later that day, did the girl sitting next to her, erm, Mary? Yes, Mary, chose to lean over and whisper in the most conspicuous manner that the person was in fact Damian Wayne.

As to who the hell Damian Wayne was? Mary also kindly supplied that his last name was slapped over half the buildings in Gotham and first name was rather infamous despite his current quiet and self-kept demeanour.

In other words, her Dupain-Cheng luck struck again and she was definitely screwed.

Two days later and Marinette is so freaking fed up .

There are two main contributors to her current mood, one of which is the kids in her year group constantly buzzing around her like a case of paparazzi and the other is the hectic adjustment of time zone to timezone whenever she had to travel back to Paris for an akuma.

The akuma thing alone was a whole can of worms she didn’t want to open.

Hey, at least she could cry in peace in Gotham.

She was foreign. She got that. She wasn’t native English, she got that. She was from a city being terrorised by butterflies, she knew that all too well. Why the hell did one in every four people she was forced to be around want to hear her life story?

It was a constant bounce from “Can you say this very mundane phrase in French for me?” to “Oooh you’re from Paris? Is it true you guys are possessed on a daily basis? I’m sure it can’t compare to our rogue attacks though,”

As if a fucking deranged murder clown could beat having your nightmares become tangible.

She came to America to get a break from hearing about Hawkmoth, and yet she was hearing even more about the megalomaniac than ever before.

Why the hell did she have to endure this? For the sake of niceties, she answered all the questions dawning her best customer service smile. All that time behind the cash register back at home was definitely coming in handy here.

Marinette liked people, generally. She wasn’t built to be a loner but the Gotham Academy crowd sure wasn’t making itself appealing. She’d had the odd interaction with a decent person who didn't want to know what her dad did and how many zeros followed her family’s bank accounts but she hadn’t spent enough time around said people to call them friends.

Yet.

She would work on it though. Right now she just needed to rest.

She decided that yet again, she needed a break from people in general. She had options. She could hide in the library, but then she couldn’t eat. She could find an empty classroom, but then she’d have to risk getting kicked out .

Despite full knowledge of whose table it was and what she’d done, for some unknown reason, she sat back down at the table. Maybe being around the ice prince (so he’d been monikered by the other students) would limit people's need to constantly talk to the new kid. Considering she hadn't been kicked out the first time, maybe if she left him alone again he’d do the same.

It worked.

The bell had rung and she was shoving her physics book into her bag aggressively. How she loathed the subject. It was so much work !

The most she could confidently say about physics was that the stunts she pulled back at home definitely didn’t obey any of the laws in that god-forsaken textbook.

Just looking at the board at the front of the classroom left a bad taste in her mouth.

Usually she’d be able to go home and lament her woes to Adrien and he’d gladly reteach it to her in a way that the concepts made some semblance of sense but she had no one in Gotham she could go to.

She’d have to wait till later that evening to call her favourite blond and attempt a tutoring session over the phone.

With the little pastel pink bag she kept her books slung over her shoulders, she dragged her feet out of the classroom. Her eyes were glued to the ground when she’s stopped abruptly by a hand stuck out in front of her.

With a frown she looks up to see one of the kids in her class…Michael? Yes, Michael was staring intently at the corridor.

Following his gaze she watched as everyone in the hall subtly shifted away from the centre of the corridor, their stares all following the same figure, even as they continued their conversation as normal.

The boy who’d stopped her leaned down and whispered in her ear, “Babes, you have to watch where you’re going. If you bump into one little shit in these halls you’re gonna get a call telling you yer bein’ sued for harassment. See how everyone’s shifting? It’s ‘cause a Wayne is passing through and this generation’s asshole won’t hesitate to break your arm.” he back peels a bit, “Actually, he’s been pretty chill this year but I still wouldn’t tempt him. He’s a take no shit, do much harm type.

One scholarship student to another? Don’t piss off the rich people, especially the assholes. Those are the ones who aren’t afraid to sic mommy and daddy’s wallet on ya,”

“Uhm, okay then,” she nodded, not particularly registering his words with her eyes trained on the subject.

She watched as the ‘Wayne’ walked through the hall, he too had his gaze dropped to the floor and two spiral bound notebooks in hand.

He was tall . That was the first thing she noticed. Maybe it was whatever the hell they ate, but Americans in general had a tendency to tower over her like Adrien did. Maybe here he would be considered average height over here. His black hair was probably styled with more gel than Kim ever used to use, which was… a lot.

When the boy’s gaze flicked upward, Marinette melted.

He had green eyes. They weren’t wild and electric like Chat’s, nor were they soft and soulful like Marc’s. His pupils were this beautiful deep shade of emerald.

Marinette was a sucker for green eyes.

She did not fall for him from one look.

She would not .

Not. at. all.

She was allowed to admire a pretty person’s prettiness.

“That wouldn’t by chance be Damian Wayne would it?” she whispered back to Michael.

“That it would be,”

Two weeks later and she finally gained the courage to actually acknowledge him with a simple nudging of her pastry box forward. She snuck a glance to see him smiling. She resisted reacting and the heat in her cheeks and continued sketching like she’d seen nothing.

He started bringing food for her too.

He talked to her! She talked to him . He was so cute when he nibbled on the treats she’d brought and she’d have to fight off the blush on the days he’d pulled up to their table (yes it was their table now, not just his) and just sit, watching her while she designed.

The way he’d just prop himself on one arm and his gorgeous green pupils would follow the movement of her pencil and the little twitch of his lips she was assuming was some form of a smile…

Kwami, she was smitten.

Oh God, she could not afford to go through that phase again.

Marientte did not fall asleep till after three that night.

The next day, she’d been in and out of consciousness through her classes right up until lunch. What actually happened during geography and physics? Who knew? Not her.

A particularly early morning (or late night?) akuma had taken her out. It took hours to take care of and by the time she made it back in bed her alarm sounded.

If looks could kill, that one girl who shook her awake for a pencil last period would be six feet under.

She’d taken her spot at their table, rested her bags on the ground and used her arms as pillows. Her heavy eyelids dropped instantly and her brain praised her for the much needed rest. Her muscles immediately relaxed and just like that, sleep was quick to take her away from the noisy cafeteria.

…

“ÆÆÆÆÆÆAUGH!” some imbécil screeched from across the room.

Marinette woke up with a start. Being ripped from her dream and flung into consciousness, she felt the whiplash of getting up too quickly. She rubbed her eyes, and mouth where she’d been drooling and blinked slowly as her eyes adjusted to the harsh lighting. As her vision clears, she realises there’s a boy sitting opposite to her.

It’s Damian.

And he’s…drawing?

Play it cool Marinette.

“What are you drawing?” she asks, words partially slurred in her grogginess.

Eh, cool enough.

He looked up from the book and his eyes widened. His ears reddened too, or maybe she was imagining it.

“ I didn't know you woke up,” he says, “Uhm, it’s just a rough sketch, I- I’m practising drawing from observation,”

“Oh, would you mind showing me?” She was curious to see his art.

He bites inside his cheek and slowly lifts the book. As he turns it to face her, he too turns, although in the opposite direction almost as though abashed.

It’s her on the page.

Specifically, her comfortably resting on her own arm asleep on the table. Thankfully, he’d excluded the trail of drool that’s been running down her cheek. The ravenette felt her cheeks grow hotter by the second.

“I-is that- That’s me,” she states the obvious, quickly wiping the wetness off of her cheek.

“Yes, yes it is. You are in front of me and I am practising drawing from observation, that is all,” as he speaks, his tone vaguely reminds her of when she, in her delusion phase, tried to convince herself some of her plots were not entirely revolving around getting Adrien’s attention.

“Uh huh,” she replies, still trying to fight off the blush, “Do-do you sketch a lot?”

He clears his throat.

“Yes, although I do not have any of my other works on hand to display at the moment,”

“How about tomorrow? Could you bring some tomorrow to show me? Or just pictures, that’s fine too,”

“I- I can do that. Yes, that is easily doable,” he nods to himself.

“ Adam, the son of a bitch sketched her portrait,”

“He what ?!”

“Look over there! And he’s blushing like a fucking tomatoe too!”

“What kind of historical fiction shit is this? It’s not the sixteen hundreds. Oh fair lady, thy beauty has pierced my heart and the only outlet for this longing you have stricken me with is that of the canvas- OW”

“Shut up, it’s romantic”

“Yeah shut up Adam, like you would know anything,”

“You too Britney?”

“So, tell me about your new man,” The blond grinned slyly as he lay down in bed, face mask on and fuzzy headband in place.

Marinette scowled at him.

“You are disgusting,” she remarks, adjusting her matching face care set.

“You’ve been talking about him a lot recently. I worry that you haven’t made any other friends yet because of how his eyes have you in a chokehold. Tell me, is he as sexy as me? I bet he is, you have taste,”

“I will not be dignifying that with an answer,” she frowned, “ And I do have friends! There’s…Michael from physics…and uh…Louie…in…art. Sacha…?”

“Mmm, you don’t sound very sure about that,”

“Shut up,”

“ At least give me a name bug, I wanna know who I have to give the shovel talk to,”

“You will not ,” she warned.

“I will,” he corrected, “Anyways, what did you bake for him today?”

“Coconut macarons,” she begrudgingly answered.

He snickered.

“ You have pets! OH mon dieu, il est tellement adorable! J’ai envie de le caresser! Il est tellement mignon!”

“Ah yes, this one is Titus, I have had him since he was a puppy,”

Currently, it is the next day. And with this new day, came some progress. It’s lunchtime and Damian had, apparently, taken a picture of every sketch in three of his filled drawing pads. Majority of which starred his menagerie of animal familiars.

Marinette was absolutely loving it.

Damian, however, was in a very awkward position. From the moment his sketchbook saw the light of the cafeteria, Marinette had jumped from her seat and crouched over his shoulder where he sat.

Her breath was hot against his neck and loose strands of hair tickled his ear. He barely kept the heat in his cheeks and the tips of his ears at bay. Everytime he flipped a page, the sound of sincere praise hummed in his ear and his chest felt tight. He’d already shown her some simple sketches of Titus, Alfred the Cat and Jerry.

“I’ve always wanted a pet,” she sighed.

His eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

“Do your parents not allow you to keep one? Or are you allergic? Either is rather unfortunate,”

“Neither,” she smiled lopsidedly, “I lived in a bakery so it’s against health regulations,”

“Oh,” yeah she wouldn’t know how to respond to that either.

“Yeah, I’ve had some strays stop by now and then on my balcony but can’t keep any. There was one mangy cat that kept coming back, I loved him so much but he’s still back in Paris and I’m here,” a sigh escaped her lips.

She thought fondly back to the nights where Chat would knock on her window and she’d hit him with a broom because burglars are a real thing.

“If…If you would like, you could come see Alfred the Cat? He’s rather apprehensive of people but… perhaps you’d be the exception,”

Did he just invite her over? Was she reading too much into this?

“Do you mean it? Can I really?”She held an excited grin.

“I-, yes, o-of course. I wouldn’t lie ,” he croaked. She stared at him and he stared at her. She jumped back suddenly, realising how close she was to his face, “Sorry! I didn’t mean to get so close!”

“It’s fine,” he managed, “What day would you like to come over?”

“Euh, when is fine?”

“Today?”

Today? That’s so soon! She wouldn’t have time to pick an outfit!

“Yeah that’s great!” Fuck.

He’d told her to wait outside the school entrance after dismissal, so here she was.

Turns out, she did not need to worry about what to wear because she’d be going in her school uniform. Marinette discreetly looked down at her purse to see a red kwami with thumbs (?) up and mouthing “you got this”

She most certainly did not.

Within moments, a black and heavily tinted limo pulls up in front of her and the back window rolls down slowly to reveal Damian.

“You drive in a limo?”

He raised an eyebrow, “Yes? You do know I’m a Wayne right? Shall we?”

He opened the door and scooted across the seat to make room.

Right, rich people.

Marinette felt minute staring up at the raised ceiling of the manor. Even the banquet hall of Le Grand Paris paled in comparison to the grandeur of this monument. The intricate detailing of the wall panels alone had her itching for her sketchbook.

A quick glance around the entrance and it was no secret that the caretakers took pride in their work. The place was almost pristine in appearance save for the minor details like a newspaper on the stand, a coffee mug here and a batarang there.

Huh?

“I heard gothamites stole batarangs off of crime scenes. I didn’t know it was true,” she remarked, staring pointedly at the weapon laying harp hazardously on the floor.

Alfred hummed and Damian tensed.

“Who wouldn’t want a keepsake from Gotham’s protector?”

“So do you put them on display? Or are they a bit more functional, like letter openers,” she hummed in thought, how well would they cut fabric? Or how easily could she handle them as self defense tools? She had one or two at home from second hand sources.

“Both,” he replies then clearing his throat, “Perhaps we can save a tour for another time, after all, you are here for a purpose, no?”

“Of course, who are we visiting first?”

“Jerry the turkey,”

They love her. Jerry, Batcow and Alfred (the cat) alike. The last of which earns a small praise from Damian.

“He’s usually more apprehensive of strangers,” he claims watching as she showered the feline with affection, “You must be special,”

Marinette has to fight off the blush for that last part.

Sure he was just talking about Alfred’s introduction to her but hearing him call her special just had butterflies blooming in her stomach and heat colouring her cheeks.

“Pshh, I’m not special ,” she waves of the comment, “ this cutie however,” she rubs beneath his chin and he falls over dramatically, revealing his belly.

Alfred The Cat revelled in the attention.

Marinette joins the feline on the bed, lying comfortably on the side while Alfred The Cat purred. An amused smile crosses her classmate’s face.

“What?”

“Nothing,” his smile widened, the boy turned around in an attempt to mask his expression.

Cute.

Marinette had resigned herself to the fact that her heart beating a mile a minute anytime she held the green eyed boy’s gaze too long was not nerves. She sighed softly as Alfred The Cat purred softly, the vibrations inducing a sense of calmness.

“When you are done,” he began, “Would you like to go for a stroll in the garden? We can look for Titus,”

“Alfred said Titus was out in the garden so it may be a while till we find him. Would you like to carry your sketchbook? I feel you might want it,”

She hummed. As they both got off the bed, he led her out the room and through the long and winding hallways.

The passage was dim, the only source of light being the decorative lights at the centre of each panel of wooden designs. She pulled her blazer closer to her body as a chill blew through.

“Are you cold?” the boy’s eyebrow quirked.

“No, no it’s just a little chilly,”

“We’ll be outside soon, it is warmer there”

They passed the library, from which the ajar door she could see another figure seated on the floor crouched over a book against a shelf. Then they passed several other closed doors and one or two sitting rooms with velvet cushions and intricate pieces of decor.

She’d liken the house the Le Grand Paris in its grandeur but the manor held a different air to it.

Where the Bourgeois’ Place was flashy, gold embellishments adorning every nook and cranny, marble on every floor and counter, the manor was more subdued. It was old but preserved well and much cozier.

“J'adore être ici chez toi,” she remarked.

“I’ll make sure to let Alfred know, he takes care of the manor. It’s thanks to him it’s standing at all,” he jokes.

She looks at him curiously.

“My family is a bit…accident prone,”

“Ah,” she grins, “I think I’ll fit right in then, I am a klutz,” she revealed.

She thought back to the multiple close calls she’d had with her locker door. The damn thing was always stuck shut and when she applied too much force, the hinges would cry and she’d narrowly miss smacking the nearest bystander in the face.

Then there were the occasions where quick reflexed classmates saved her from faceplants imminent, the only culprits benign her two left feet.

And of course, her acrobatics during gym. She’d had no problem completing any of the circuits the teacher had thrown her way, she had a decent build after running on rooftops and lifting impossible weights in Paris. Oftentimes, Marinettte would forget that, no, doing cartwheels and flips to avoid dodgeballs were not normal at all. Especially when she’d managed to pull off stunts that’d rival olympic competitors only to slip on her own shoelace the second after.

“Titus!” Damian called to the vast expanse of foliage. His voice projected but seemed that the canine was either not within earshot, or not as disciplined as Damian had led her to believe.

Her friend huffed in annoyance.

“We’ll find him eventually,” he promised.

Marinette smiled softly.

“I don’t doubt that,” taking in her picturesque surroundings, she posed the question, “How- how about you show me the rest of the garden? I can tell a lot of work goes into maintaining it. The few plants I had on my balcony alone are such a hassle,”

Was her maman checking on them? Watering them? Tikki and Pollen had loved to go rolling in the flower bed and sniffing them. They flourished with the constant visits from the little gods.

“As you wish,” was his curt response. A warm hand slipped into her grasp, fingers interlocking themselves between her own.

Badump.badump.badump.badump-

Her heartbeat skyrocketed at the sudden action. He didn’t look back at her as he advanced on the pathway. Although, she noticed the tips of his ears tinted a few shades redder.

Heat rose to her cheek as her stomach did somersaults.

The further they ventured into the estate, the greener her surroundings became. Little shrubs gradually grew into towering walls of foliage, petals of every colour blooming from old pots and decorative ceramics.

She could feel Tikki vibrating with excitement by her side. She spared the boy holding her hand a cautionary glance before cracking her handbag open and whispering to the little being.

“Be careful, make your way back to me by sunset,”

A toothy grin and eager nod followed before Tikki zoomed off.

“Alfred takes much pride in his work,” Damian remarked.

The greenery thinned out and soon there was a clearing, lawn grass carpeting the ground. A mini maze of hip-height shrubs formed mandelas, coloured with various pigmented plants. In the centre, was cast a towering marble fountain featuring a statue with water cascading from the top.

Marinette stood breathless as she took in the scene.

Ethereal .

The garden was unreal. The orange tint cast by the dipping sun illuminated the entire gardenscape with a soft glow. Sunsets were always such a beautiful time of day. Seeing the gradient of hues changing by the minute was a sight to behold.

Marinette had spent countless evenings atop the Eiffel Tower, simply watching with her partner at her side. Just as many as on her balcony with her aerial view of Paris or near the Seine with her friends and an ice cream cone.

“We can sit, if you’d like to sketch? We used to have a swing installed but after multiple incidents it was…removed,” his face contorted, as though recalling an unpleasant memory.

“I would love to. How do you not spend every evening here,” she gestured to…everything.

He chuckled.

“I do seek refuge here from time to time,”

The two sat at the edge of the fountain. Damian fell back on his hand for support while she leaned into his side.

An evening gown. Flowing fabric, maybe silk? Oranges, honey yellow, deep purples. Sweetheart neckline? No no, a mesh, fading from the bust up to the collar bone. Long sleeves, not tight fitted, flowy. Like a shawl? Plunging back. Waistline…basque? Hmm no, that’s not right-

“It’s pretty,” his breath is hot against her ear.

“Eep!” she squeaked, flinching.

A bad move, her hand loses grip of the book and her pencil goes flying. In one swift movement, he extends himself and grasps the corner of it just before it plunges into the fountain.

“Oh my god,” she sighs in relief.

“Sorry,” he mumbles.

“No no, it’s fine . You’re fine . N-not like That! I mean yeah , you’re fine ,” she rolled her eyes, “ But I meant you’re fine. It’s-”

“Fine?” he offered.

“Eeeexaclty,”

He bit his lip, clearly a poor attempt at suppressing his laughter. A laugh escaped and soon the dam broke. He erupted into an uncontrollable fit and it was infectious .

The two were reduced to a pile of belly pain and struggles for breath.

Some moments later when the two were composed, they sat on the ledge in a comfortable silence. He was smiling brightly at her, and she, him.

She liked when he smiled. Oftentimes, she’d seen him scowling in the hallways and as hot as he was when he was broody, the warm expression he wore now had the butterflies in her stomach fluttering like never before.

His grin so wide,it reached his eyes, his beautiful deep green eyes. His hair was spiky and god knows how much gel he went through on a monthly basis but god dammit if it didn't make her just want to run her fingers through it and mess it up a bit.

She finds herself staring at the boy, rather than her sketchpad, and he in turn returns this soft gaze. There's a subtle shift, he leans in a bit and so does she.

Oh my god was this really happening.

Pinch her if it wasn't real.

The ravenette tilts her head, ever so slightly. He parted his lips and not a second later the distance was closed. A hand found itself on her waist and another crept up her neck and gently held her head.

And they were kissing.

Marinette closes her eyes and leans in further, encompassed.

A red blur zipped passed her at bullet speed, flipping the pages of her sketchbook, raising fallen leaves and sweeping their hair in a westward direction.

Tikki why .

She didn’t get the chance to lament her woes at the ruined moment much longer as almost immediately after, she was bowled over. Not a moment to react and in the blink of an eye, she was soaking wet.

Marinette rose to her feet immediately and gasped for breath, she could hear Damian do the same.

And then.

Then the absolute cutest thing barked at her. Tall and lean with a sleek coat was this dashing hound, panting and wagging his tail. He barked twice more before jumping to his feet.

“Ooooh, Qui est tu mon chéri~” she cooed as the canine jumped around in circles. She rubbed water out of her eyes and wiped her face. Her sorrow at the lost moment instantly vanished.

“Titus,” Damian sighed, “How nice of you to join us,” he gritted out.

The dog, Titus, barked happily, uncaring of his apparent owner’s tone.

“Marinette, I am so sorry for his behaviour I-” he suddenly paused.

Marinette blinked away from the water that was still irritating her pupils.

His hair was slicked back, he’d obviously passed his hand through it in an attempt to tame it.He was drenched in fountain water, just as she was. Fabric clung to his body like a second skin and boy could she have been more blessed.

Just like that glass cutting jawline, his muscular physique was now on display, akin to those statues Alix would info-dump about when they visited Monsieur Kubdels place of work.

Defined as though carved from marble from his bicep to his abdominals, everything about Damian screamed could-throw-you-across the park.

Marinette knew he was fit, he already towered over her and his calloused hands led her to believe had some sort of weapon based training but good lord, not even Tikki could have blessed her with a sight like this.

She had just kissed this work of art.

This work of art had just kissed her!

She could die happy.

The girl was so busy drooling over his abs, she hadn’t really noticed his mirrored gaze.

Marinette made the mistake of looking up. She’d immediately caught his gaze, which was trained at her abdomen.

He was staring at her too.

Fuck she was staring at him!

“Eep!” she squeaked, “Je suis désolée Damian, Je ne voulais pas te regarder fixement!” she splutters, he quickly averts his own gaze and turns around.

She looks down at herself. Merde. Her black bra was showing, stark against her white chemise. Marinette pulled her blazer closer.

This was so embarrassing. She was never going to live this down.

“I..am..also..sorry,” he muttered, still not watching her, although she noticed the tips of his ears had gone all red again, “Inside. We should go inside, it is cold. You will get sick,”

A towering figure. Much like her friend but a few centimetres higher, which was ridiculous . He was as tall as her papa! What did they feed these American boys?

Utterly so, her mind helpfully supplied.

He was pale, a deathly sort of pale with electric blue eyes. If his jarring stare wasn’t unnervingly pretty enough, the swoopy mop of jet black hair, a single stark tuft of white at the front was lethal . Who was this man and why was he so pretty?

The man bore an amused expression, his lips tugging upward every so slightly and sheer delight twinkled in his eyes.

“Todd,” Damian addressed him, tone flat.

This was his brother? Height and lethal face cards (was that the term Adrien had shown her?) aside, they looked nothing alike. Damian had mentioned adoption at some point, hadn't he?

“Demon,” the man raised his voice a decibel and mocked the tone, his eyes giving them both a quick scan, “Had an early evening swim?” he cocked an eyebrow at their drenched figures.

“And who’s the lady friend?” his gaze fell on her, then a wicked grin crossed his face, “Or’ she somethin’ a bit higher up the ladder?”

Heat creeped up her skin at the implications.

“Don’t you have places to be?” Damian huffed, “Or has unemployment taken you hostage again?” he snarked.

The man looked almost offended, guffawing and placing a hand on his heart.

“Again? Yer making me sound like some sorta’ delinquent? I’ll have you know that I have the most stable job outta the whole brood, Timmy’s the runner up,”

He received a pair of rolled eyes in response.

“You know what? I won’t keep ya’. The nearest guest room should have towels, go dry off, yeh? Wouldn’t want you to get sick on a school night,” he sidestepped and walked down the opposite direction, not failing to ruffle his brother’s hair then pick up the pace.

“It’s a school night!” Damian yelled at the retreating figure.

“Do not give a fuck,” the man shrugged.

“Is your house always this empty?” Marinette questions from her burrito wrapped position near the fire.

Recollecting Damian’s…stories, there were at least ten of them. Which was a lot. Maybe some of them no longer lived in the manor?

“No, but everyone else is rather busy tonight,” a lie, he was benched for the week after he shoved Tim off the roof. Which was completely unfair, because nothing broke. Although, perhaps helping Catwoman fuck up ‘Paw for All’ bastards who’d been abusing the strays they caught did not help his case. Which was also justifiable behaviour!

“Oh,” she remarks, worming closer to the flames, her entire self is wrapped head to toe in a thick comforter and she’d insisted he did the same. His apprehension had been immediately dispelled at the unlikely comfort he’d discovered. He bit back a laugh at the sight. It was adorable.

“Does that happen often? From what you have told me, there are a lot of you,”

He scrunched his nose.

“No, we are very lucky Todd was the only encounter tonight,” and they were, everyone being out tonight was one of the main reasons he’d taken his chance and invited Marinette over. Although his perfect evening had been foiled at various points, it was still salvageable.

“Miss Marinette,” Alfred appears beside the nearest couch, crouched down to whisper in her ear.

The parisian’s heart jumps out of her ribcage.

“Alfred!” she squeaks, flopping over, “Aha, when did you get here?”

He only offers a hum in response.

“Does your little friend fancy cookies? I’ve just made a batch, and I figured I’d offer before the young masters got a wind of them,”

Her what.

Her what .

“My what,” she blanches, how did he figure it out?

Did he see Tikki????

Was she compromised???? Already?!

Oh my god she was such a terrible secret keeper! Even Damian's Grandfather was able to figure her out! She was going to have to renounce her guardianship and lose all her memories and start from ground zero!

She’d have to find a new ladybug holder to help chat and then he'd be so heartbroken to lose his partner but at least she wouldn't have to stave off guilt because she wouldn’t remember anything. Oh my god, how would maman and papa feel?

From what she could remember Fu saying, she wouldn't remember anything after she became a miraculous holder. Did that mean her memory would regress to benign fourteen? What about school work? Would she forget everything she’d learnt? And her friends, oh kwami-

“Do not fret Miss, your secret is safe with me. I have had a few…encounters with a man by the name of Wang Fu and couldn’t help but notice your earrings,”

Friend or foe? Friend or foe?Friend or foe?Friend or foe?Friend or foe?Friend or foe?Friend or foe?Friend or foe-

“He is a dear old friend of mine,” he adds with a fond smile.

Friend .

Hopefully.

“Tikki would enjoy a cookie,” she whispers back.

Kwami, hadn’t her heart been through enough today?

Deep breath in.

Exhale.

Deep breath in.

Exhale.

Safe. She was safe, the miracle box was safe. The kwamis were safe .

“It’s late,” she decides, “I should get going,”

Even though she doesn’t really want to leave. But she can’t just invite herself over for the entire night! She’d already taken a pair of clothes and gotten Damian drenched in mossy fountain water.

Though, she’s blaming that one of Tikki.

She does little summer salts in her mind as his expression melts into a frown. Was he sad to see her go?

“You’re right,” he replies and she internally, deflated like a balloon, “It’s late. You should spend the night,”

Come again .

“What?”

Did he just?

“It’s late,” he repeats, scarlet tinting his cheeks, “This is Gotham. I cannot, in good conscience let you leave at this god-forsaken hour. And we have more than enough room.”

She finds herself nodding along in agreement.

“That’s an absolutely great point! It’s too dangerous, I should definitely stay the night! What great thinking Damian,” she plops herself back on the couch.

He sends her a peculiar look.

“Aren’t you going to inform your host family? I’m sure they’d be worried in your absence,”

Right. Host family, that she definitely had, she wasn’t at all living in the penthouse Jagged Stone had basically forced her to take after hearing she was moving to Gotham for the rest of her academic career.

She definitely hadn’t omitted that little detail to literally everyone.

“Good idea!” She quips, pulling her phone out of the handbag resting on the coffee table.

She scrolled through her contacts to Chaton and got up, moving further out of hearing distance.

“Adrien,” she whispered-yelled into the phone.

‘ Marinette, it is two in the morning what the fuck’

“ Well you don’t sound very tired so I’ll assume you were awake anyway,” she rolls her eyes.

‘Whatever. How can I be of service, m’lady?’ he purred. She rolled her eyes.

“If I die, it was the Waynes,” she responds not cryptically at all.

‘Did you steal from another group of rich people, bug? Honestly it’s a bit of a problem at this point. We might have to diagnose you with klep-’

“I did not steal from them you mangy cat,” she hisses into the phone, “And your lack of fate in me is absolutely appalling,”

‘ What’s a-paw-ling is the amount of times you’ve stolen my phone. Anyway, why would the Waynes kill you? They’re good people. As far as I'm aware anyway, I haven't met any recently though.’

“I’m staying the night with Damian,” she mumbles.

‘Eh? Bug, I know my hearing is out of this world but you gotta speak up,’

“I’m staying the night with Damian,” she repeated.

The line went silent.

‘ You haven’t even kissed yet don’t you think you’re moving a bit fast? Where was this initiative when we were together? Even with Luka-’

‘Shut. up. I’ve said my piece, good bye.’

“I want all the de-’

BEEP.

She turned to Damian with a smile.

“They said it’s fine,” she chirped happily.

Somehow, they end up watching ‘The Devil Wears Prada’. Damian had found a ridiculously large and fluffy comforter and they’d huddled together on the couch watching Anne Hatheway survive her new job’s demanding nature.

Marinette spent a good portion of her time watching american films while learning English so it surprised her when Damian revealed he hadn’t seen this one. Apparently his living situation before coming to his Father’s care meant his exposure to media was very limited.

The more you know.

The Parisian enjoyed watching The Devil Wears Prada especially when she was fluent enough to remove the French subtitles. Every watch had her wondering if her life would parallel Andy’s had she gone to New York when Audrey Bourgeois had offered.

Would Audrey become the Miranda to her Andy? It wasn’t hard to imagine there would be difficulty dealing with Audrey on a day to day.

“Get me a coffee, Marigold,” she’d demand, Marinette would scramble down to the lower floors in search of a machine then panic because, good lord she hadn’t asked what kind, and to follow through with the bourgeois tradition, Style Queen would dump whatever poor choice she’d made down her blouse and she’d go find a hole to crawl in and cry.

She kind of missed the Bourgeois (plural). Just a little. There was charm to their bitchiness.

“I want to go New York,” she sighs watching as Andy walks through the shopping district, “you’d never see me again if I stepped foot in there,”

Sure, she’d been to New York with her class. But they didn’t have the freedom to roam as they pleased and she desperately wanted to explore the capital of fashion in America.

“Perhaps another weekend. Although I’d rather not lose you to the streets and bolts of fabric,” he remarks.

She turned to him and leaned in with a grin.

“Really? You’d go with me? Gosh, that would be so much fun!”

In her giddiness, she sat nose to nose with the pink tinted boy, eyes wide and blinking excitedly. She didn't seem to register the proximity while his heart more or less leapt out of his chest

“We could go Friday,” Damian blurted, pulling back and creating some distance, “Together. After school. You have no extracurriculars on this day, yes?” his face contorts in a manner suggesting that maybe his mouth was moving a bit faster than his brain.

Oof, she knew the feeling

“Yes!” Marinette blurts in the same fashion, a little too quickly, “I would love to. Pick me up in the same spot?”

“Of course,”

“It’s a date,” he decided.

She was going to combust.

The parisian turned once more to face the screen.

Wait.

They were going to New york?

But

They were in…New jersey?

What?

“Damian,”

He hummed, eyes glued to the television.

“New York?”

“Mhm,”

“That’s a different state,”

“...yes?”

“How are we getting there?”

“By jet, how else?”

Goddamn rich people.

The movie credits rolled and Alfred was instantly hit with a wave of mushy feelings at the sight of the young master and the lady. An amused smile tugged at the corner of his lips at the sight of the two atop one another, fighting for space on the couch.

The young miss snored softly, her head rested in the nook of his grandson’s shoulder as she lay sprawled out on him, legs tangled in his and the blanket long abandoned, haphazardly thrown onto the floor. He seemed most delighted, one arm one his own head, blocking the light emitted from the tv and the other on the girl’s back.

He shook his head and covered the children with the blanket previously strewn across the ground.

“Aren’t kids adorable?” the kwami on his shoulder cooed, “I’m glad my chosen has found some happiness here,”

“As am I, Tikki. As am I,”

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Chat Noir: How can you work with Robin?!

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Daminette December: 3-Birthday

The class had all gotten the same notification on their phones that morning: it was Marinette's birthday.

"What do we do?" questioned Nathaniel.

"I say we ignore her." Alya equipped.

"She hasn't really been nice to us lately." Rose mumbled.

"She forgot to bring Lila's cupcakes last week!" Kim shouted.

"I say we go with Alya's idea; she knows her best." Lila declared, "If we all ignore her today, maybe she'll see how mean she's been and fix everything!"

"I dont know." Adrien replied.

"It does seem a little too much." Juleka responded.

"It'll be fine; trust me." Lila claimed, "Tomorrow she'll be apologizing and then we can do something for her, as long as she promises to be nicer."

"Okay." Majority answered.

Nino could see the hesitance on his best friend's face, "Think of it this way, Dude; it's only one day."

Adrien sighed and nodded. He hated when his birthdays went unnoticed, but he was trying to keep everyone happy.

'Today won't be so bad, right?'

Marinette got to school and they all kept their focus on their conversations. Throughout the day, they all avoided her like the plague; no one spoke a word to her. Lila didn't make one comment or spread one rumor, thinking Mari would jump at the chance to be the center of attention.

The bell rang and Adrien felt the tension leave his body. It was now after school and he could now wish his friend a happy birthday. He turned back, but she was already gone. He quickly grabbed his things and rushed out.

'I hope she wasn't disappointed. I'll explain everything and-'

"Dude? Why are you running?" Nino questioned, "Late to meet Natalie?"

"No; school's over." He smiled, "Now, I can tell Mari happy birthday!"

Nino froze as Adrien continued to rush away. He quickly brought out his phone and called his girlfriend.

"Wha-"she began.

"Adrien didn't understand the plan." He announced, "He's on his way to see, Mari."

He heard several gasps and rustles of bags.

'Guess they're on their way.'

The class was frozen on the stairs as Marinette happily ran into some guy's arms and kissed him.

"Happy Birthday, Habibiti." He spoke, "How was your day?"

Marinette smiled, "It's was the best day, ever!"

'Best?'

'Best day ever?'

'But.....we ignored her.'

'We didn't tell her happy birthday.'

'We didn't even get her presents!'

"Your brothers sent me presents a week ago and told me open them when I woke up." She continued, "I already thanked them."

"Well for my gift, we have to go to your place and get ready for dinner." He smiled, "Tom and Sabine are getting ready as we speak."

"Marinette...has a boyfriend?"

"How did we not know?"

"Are you kidding me?"

"Since when?"

"So why is she being mean to Lila?"

Adrien was broken out of his shock, when his driver started honking the horn.

"Adrien." Nino spoke.

"I got to go." he answered, "I'll tell her tomorrow. She seems busy."

'He really wanted to tell her.'

Adrien sat in his car and waited until his driver pulled away to take out a small box with a small ribbon on it. He noticed his driver looking at him.

"She was busy all day." he whispered, sadly, "I didn't get a chance."

His driver motioned to turn around.

Adrien shook his head, "She already has plans. I don't want to interrupt."

His driver gave his one last look before focusing on the road. The model took that time to open the box and stare at the ladybug necklace he had bought. On the back read 'My Everyday Ladybug'.

The next day, everyone was shcoked to see Marinette and her boyfriend, Damian Wayne, all over social media. Alya quickly googled in his name, tryign to figure out what was going on. Why was Marinette suddenly so famous?

The truth hit her like a tone of bricks. There were millions of pictures of Marinette with Damian online. She learned that Damian was the son to an international billionare and they had met on a family trip to Paris a few years ago. Years. That single word rang deep. How had they not known Marinette was seeing this guy for years? She quickly sent the information into their group chat. Lila growled as she read the word: billionare.

'How could she have the luck to find a billionaire's son and date him?'

They all had so many questions for her. They all quickly got ready for school. Lila sat in her seat quietly as everyone around her talked about Marinette. They all were shouting out questions to ask her.

Why hasn't she told them she was seeing anyone?

What about her old crushes?

How soon after they met did they start dating?

Who asked out who?

How did they ask out the other?

Was the thing between her and Lila a giant misunderstanding?

Lila just nodded her head, going along, trying to figure out a new plan of action. Marinette had all the power now. She had the power to ruin her story. She had the power to tell the class the truth. She had the power to get her boyfriend to look into her life. She had the power to ruin her life, the way she had ruined hers. What she didn't count on, was Marinette never showing up to class. The class began to wonder if she had food poisoning. Maybe her boyfriend was still in Paris and he took her out. Unanimously, they decided to go to the bakery after school and ask.

"Marinette left Paris." Sabine spoke.

'Huh?'

"What do you mean?" asked Rose.

"When will she be back?" questioned Mylene.

"Since when do you suddenly care?" retorted Tom.

The class shifted uncomfortably. They had never seen the bakers so hostile towards them.

"We have been working with Damian, his family, and the board to get her out of that school and transferred to where she feel safe." Sabine declared, "We packed up all her things, while she was at school, and she left on the red eye. Don't suddenly pretend to be friends with our daughter when none of you wished her a happy birthday."

"You should be lucky that she convinced Damian not to go to the police with the death threats she was receiving." Tom added.

'Death threats?'

'What?'

'Who threatened Marinette?'

'Why was she getting threats?'

'Who hates her that much?'

"She just wanted to be far away, as possible, and now she is." Tom continued, "She never has to think about you all, again."

Sabine huffed, "And don't bother calling her, she got a new number. I believe the police commissioner's daughter was going to help her set up her new social media accounts and have them fire walled, by the best."

Tom smiled, "It's great that the police are so close with Damian's family."

Tom and Sabine looked at the children, daring them to say anything. They began to squirm under their parental gaze and turned to leave. Adrien stood there, slowly pulling out the tiny box and placed it on the counter.

With tears in his eyes, he whispered, "Tell her happy birthday for me." and left.

"Hey." Nino spoke, placing his hand on his best friend's shoulder.

Adrien quickly turned and they could all see he was crying.

"All I was to do, yesterday, was tell Marinette happy birthday!" he shouted, "And now I never will! I never should have gone along with your stupid plan!"

"Uh, Dude." Kim began.

"Father was right about you!" he continued, "You're nothing but a bad influence!"

Adrien quickly turned the corner and rushed into his car down the street.

Alya stepped close to Nino, and whispered, "He didn't mean it, Babe. He's upset; that's all."

Nino couldn't help but feel his friendship was over.

Adrien hadn't shown up to school in two days and the class was starting to get antsy.

'Had they really messed up with two of their friends?'

Concerned, Lila decided to confront Adrien head on and showed up at the Agreste manor.

"Miss Rossi." Natalie spoke, "Give me one moment."

She smiled, thinking she'd be let inside. She turned towards the gates, but heard Mr. Agreste himself call out to her.

"Mr Agreste." She smiled, not expecting him to talk to her over the speaker.

"You're fired, Miss Rossi." he spoke.

"What?" Lila questioned, frozen.

"Adrien told me about your plan to alienate Miss Dupain-Cheng from the class." Gabriel continued, "He explained how he forced you to tell one more lie after you falsely accused her in the first place. Using my jewlery as a 'hand-me-down' trinket!"

"But she-" Lila tried to argue.

"And now I find out that any future endeavors with Wayne Enterprises are null and void!" he shouts.

Lila remained silent, realizing her lies had not only cost her access to Adrien but from furthering her career.

"Adrien is no longer in Paris. He went to boarding school, out of his own free will." Gabriel declared, "He only went to François Dupont to be with Miss Bourgeois. Since they no longer have a relationship and he sees the class turned against his best friend, he decided to finish school early. He enrolled into high school and will graduate in a few years, ahead of your so-called class. My son is out of your reach, Miss Rossi."

The screen went dark. Lila turned and walked away, not realizing Nino was hiding behind one of the posts of the gate. He heard everything. Sobbing, he texted everyone what he just heard.

The next day, Lila walked into class smiling.

"Adrien is visiting family at the moment." she spoke, "He'll be back soon."

"Marinette was right." Alix scoffed, "You really are a liar."

'Huh?'

"Why would you say that?" Lila asked, pretending to sniffle.

"'Cuz I went to aska bout Adrien and heard the whole conversation between you and his Old Man, Miss Former Model." Nino stated, glaring at her.

Lila looked around the class and realized ling wasn't going to get her anywhere, anymore. She scowled and stomped out of the class. No one said anything, but they all knew they messed up and all because they hadn't said 'Happy Birthday' to a true friend.

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