#daminette songfic

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Oh, How I Wish

A Daminette Songfic based on “Heather” by Conan Gray

(This is another repost because... I DUNNO WHAT HAPPENED!)

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Hope you enjoy~!

Warning: Swearing and cuss words are present. Please read with caution, thank you!

When Damian first met her, he already knew something was bound to happen; something big and devastating. But he wasn't really sure what it was, so he tried not to think too much about it.  

Turns out, that was the wrong move to make. Damian shouldn’t have brushed it off just because he wasn’t sure what it was. He should’ve braced himself, braced for the impact heading his way. Braced for the impact of his feelings for her.  

There were even signs already, signs that tried to warn him, signs that he didn’t see because he was too blind. Or maybe it was more fitting to say that he was blinded by her. She blinded him with her radiance that it left him defenseless and vulnerable with almost everything.  

Damian lets out a scoff and shakes his head in disbelief. Who would’ve thought that the Demon Spawn, dubbed by his brothers, Damian Wayne, would fall in love with one Marinette Dupain-Cheng.  

A sharp knock shook him out of his thoughts and his door opens.  

“Hey, Damian.” Drake's head pops out of the small crack of his door.  

“Is there something wrong, Drake?” Damian raises a brow at him. Drake never deliberately comes to him for something, since they were always out for each other's necks ever since he first came to his father. So why was he here?

“Nah, just wanted to see if you’d like to listen to this.” he throws an audio player with a pair of headphones to him, which Damian easily caught.  

He looks at the device and back to his slightly older brother with a slight question in his jade eyes.  

“Just thought you’d enjoy it.” Drake shrugs his shoulder and immediately disappears and closes his door with a resounding click, leaving him alone to tamper with the small device.  

With a profound sigh, Damian puts on the earpieces and presses play. Not like he has anything better to do anyway.  

The soft plays of piano keys and guitar chords hit his ears as the song starts.  

I still remember,

Third of December.

Me in your sweater,  

You said it looked better

On me, than it did you.

Damian was vaguely reminded of the time where Marinette had made him a sweater for the sole purpose of friendship. How funny that this song was just like that. And if he were to be honest, that time was actually the start of the spark that ignited his flame for her.  

Only if you knew

How much I liked you.

But I watch your eyes as she

Walks by.

What a sight for

Sore eyes.

He remembers when he finally understood what he really felt towards Marinette, how he really viewed their relationship. Only for her to come running to him, saying stuff about how she wanted him to meet someone, meet someone she treasures so much.  

Damian was terrified to say that something inside him broke a little.  

Brighter than a

Blue sky.

She's got you

Mesmerized,

While I die.

Marinette had come running to him with a guy on tow. A green-eyed blonde who he distinctly remembers as that model from the billboards around Paris who, honestly, had weird poses.

“Damian, this is Adrien!” her hands waving over to the male. And he remembers how when she had introduced the blonde, her face was split into a wide grin. A smile so wide and so dazzling that it made his already poor attempt of a smile falter.  

Marinette looked like she was complete. And that left an ugly taste in Damian's mouth.  

Why would you ever kiss me?

I'm not even half as pretty.

You gave her your sweater,

It's just polyester, but you like her better.

At the words of the song, Damian recalls another time when Marinette had given him a chaste kiss. It was so soft and gentle that Damian was almost afraid that he was just dreaming. The warmth being the only thing that reminded him that he was, in fact, in total bliss and that it was true.  

As they slowly moved away from each other, he was met with a flushed face that’s sporting beautiful bluebell eyes that looked at his own eyes while holding the same love he had.  

After a while, Marinette returns back to that Agreste guy’s side while giggling. And only then, did he remember: Right. This was just a game. They were only playing a game that’s why Marinette had agreed to kiss him. How foolish of him to think that she did it out of love when she already had someone.  

He sat back down while listening to the others continue their ridiculous game. That ridiculous game that gave him false hope for a few seconds that felt like eternity at that time.  

…Wish I were Heather.

The whispered words snap him out of his stupor and made him abruptly pause the song and take the headphones off his head. A shocked look on his face as he stares at the audio device.  

Does he really think that way? Does he really…?

Damian closes his fists and strongly grips at the device that it made it’s hard sides poke at his palms. With a shake of his head, he tucks his face into his hands and sighs.  

“How despicable.”

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Damian is seated at a Karaoke Booth with the very same girl he is in love with, the same blonde Agreste she introduced, his brothers, and some other people/friends right now. And why, you ask? Well, that’s because he was dragged by his Marinette. Saying how he needs to act more his age. So, what better way to do that than to join them on their shenanigans and tomfoolery while singing cliché songs in a room?

“How fun...” he grumbles particularly to no one while rolling his eyes.

“Yo, demon Brat! It’s your turn!” Jason calls out to him and throws him the microphone, which landed surprisingly into his hands.

“I refuse to—” he makes the mistake of looking at Marinette and sees her equally looking back at him while sporting a pleading look on her pretty face. Wrong move.  

Shit! Now, he has to do this unless he wants to make her look sullen!

Letting out a sigh, he stands up and goes over to the makeshift stage in the room, which made the room erupt into cheers. “All right. Any requests?” he asks as his eyes roam around the room.

“I got one!” Drake raises his hand while skimming the song book and pressing the buttons on the remote. “I know you know this song, so I’ll just punch in the numbers for you.” he looks back at Damian and stares at him intently, something about that look in his eyes irked him.

Just as Damian was about to ask, a familiar beat blasts on the speakers and the same piano keys and guitar chords resonate around the room. His eyes snap back to meet Drake’s and he sees that his eyes were still holding that look.  

‘Tell her,’ he mouths over to him. And in that moment, Damian knew that this was Drake’s way of helping him. Even if it was pointless since they both knew Marinette could never return what he feels towards her because the Agreste kid was there.

Damian frowns at his brother and looks at the screen as the lyrics begin to show.

“Watch as she stands with

“Her holding your hand.”

As he sang the words of the song, Damian couldn’t help but look back at the ravenette and the blonde beside her.  

Agreste was leaning over to her and whispering something in her ear that made her blush a pretty color and slap his shoulder while giggling. Giggling like they had no care for the world and it’s just the two of them. Something about that made Damian’s insides churn.

“Put your arm 'round her shoulder,

“Now I'm getting colder.”

His jade eyes catch sight of the Agreste guy’s hand on Marinette’s petite shoulder as they both laugh at something Grayson said. An icy pang pricks at his chest and his grip on the microphone hardens. Funny how they were both doing what the song said without even knowing it.

“But how could I hate her?

“She's such an angel,

“But then again, kinda

“Wish she were dead, as she Walks by.

“What a sight for

“Sore eyes.”

Marinette looks over to him and smiles prettily, a dust of red in her cheeks as her pearly whites show. Oh, how he wishes that meant something more.  

Her lovely mouth opens into an ‘O’ and she whoops at him, cheering him on as he continues to sing the obnoxiously cliché song that accurately describes the plight he was in. How annoying that it felt like the song was jeering at him, making fun of his crisis. And how aching it was with how correct it is.

“Brighter than a

“Blue sky.

“She's got you

“Mesmerized,

“While I die.”

Damian looks back at the green-eyed blonde beside Marinette and scowls. How is it that he gets to be so lucky? That he gets to have the only thing that he has ever wanted so strongly his whole life? And he can’t even see it. Can’t even see the pain that he feels whenever he looks at the two of them, looks at him as he smiles without knowing that the world was in his hands. That Damian’s whole world was in his arms.

Feeling a lump on his throat, he looks away from the couple and back at the screen as he tries to swallow down the ugly feeling in his chest.

‘How despicable indeed.’

“Why would you ever kiss me?

“I'm not even half as pretty.

“You gave her your sweater,

“It's just polyester, but you like her better.

“I wish I were Heather!”

As he belts out the lyrics, Damian’s eyes briefly catch Drakes’ again. A pitying look on his face as his head jerks over to Marinette, as if prompting him to talk to her while singing. What? No, why is he looking at him like that? He doesn’t need pity. He's fine. At least that’s what he tells himself.

“Ohhh,

“Wish I were Heather,

“Ohhh,

“Ohhhh,

“Wish I were Heather...”

As soon as the song comes to an end, Damian drops the mic and gets down the makeshift stage. Ignoring all of the cheers and shocked looks on the people’s faces (Yes, he can sing, you dolts! And he’s a pretty good singer if he does say so himself!) as he continues to trudge over to his seat and grab his bag.

“Damian? Where are you going?” he doesn’t even notice Marinette standing next to him, only after he feels her hand on his shoulder and hears the uncanny tone in her voice.

His eyes reluctantly meet hers and something inside him falls apart with the way she looks at him, “I’m leaving,” he sullenly says as he moves away and out to the door, not even giving her the chance to reply.

As soon as Damian was out, he wastes no time to find his car, and once he did, he grumbly goes inside and drives away and finally lets out the shuddering breath he didn’t even knew he held.

Thinking that the silence was deafening, he opens his radio and listens as the DJ announces that someone had requested to play a particular song to tell the world of his unrequited love and plays a familiar tune.

Okay, what is with this song that it seems like it wants to follow him everywhere?

Damian groans and scowls at the road while just letting the song play, not having the heart to turn it off. It is pretty catchy anyway.

Why would you ever kiss me?

I'm not even half as pretty.

As the song continues to play, Damian's thoughts fly away. He briefly wonders if Marinette and Agreste have kissed alre—NO! Do not think about that! If he does, he might just go berserk and crash his car and worry people! Worry Marinette, most importantly!  

You gave her your sweater,

It's just polyester, but you like her better.

He abruptly stops the car over to the side, so as to not disrupt the passing vehicles, and rests his head on the steering wheel, finally letting go of the pent-up negativity he held. Tears form at the corner of his eyes as he chokes out a sob at the thought of Marinette and that Agreste guy.

Damian imagines how both of their hearts must be as pure as their connection to one another, and that made his tears flow faster.

Wish I were...

As the beat of the song slowly dies down, Damian tunes out the DJ’s voice and some announcement he was talking about. His hands gripping even more tightly at the wheel that he was afraid he might just break it.

He ponders back to the last part of the song and the overall message it held, thinking how right it was.

Damian really does wish he was Adrien.

Maribat Master List

You know this is actually not supposed to be the songfic that I was going to post. But then, when I was listening to some music while doing stuff, this came on. And I mean, ideas began to full-on ATTACK ME! So, what was I suppose to do?

Anyway, I am not sorry. I am completely, one HUNDRED PERCENT not going to apologize for that ending. And I’m sorry not sorry for not warning you of the (kinda) angsty plot :)

And if any of y’all are asking, no. I did not have any idea of why I chose Drak—oh my gosh I’m beginning to talk like Damian. Anywho, yeah I don’t know why Tim and Damian were being civilized in this. It was just spontaneous, I wrote it on the spot, I’m still not sorry, because what do you expect when a person who did not have a good night’s sleep writes in the morning when she’s basically still drowsy and half asleep?

Oh and also, this is actually one of the fastest fics I finished which is yay! Accomplishment! :D

P.S. I definitely recommend you listen to the song. It’s really beautiful and sad at the same time :)

And hello to those in the US who are still up even though it’s almost four in the morning! Please go to sleep!

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Perfect

It was Chat Noir's night to patrol when he heard music faintly playing.

'Who is up so late at night? Did they leave something on?'

I found a love for me

Oh darling, just dive right in and follow my lead

Well, I found a girl, beautiful and sweet

He had to know where the music was coming from. It was part of who he was: cats and their curiosity. The added singing was like a siren's call to him. It was beautiful.

Oh, I never knew you were the someone waiting for me

'Cause we were just kids when we fell in love

Not knowing what it was

Out of anything, he hadn't expected to find Marinette Dupain-Cheng singing. He thought it was an actress practicing for a part. Maybe a famous artist like Clara Nightingale, but his best friend? He knew she had the tendency to stay up late. She had the fairy lights glowing on her balcony. It made it her look breathtaking.

I will not give you up this time

'Is she still trying to get with that Buttercup guy?'

But darling, just kiss me slow, your heart is all I own

And in your eyes, you're holding mine

Chat Noir gently landed on her roof and listened to her beautiful singing. Marinette stepped away from her balcony and Chat sank lower into his hiding spot.

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark with you between my arms

Chat smiled as she curtsied to the open air and put her arms up in a position, like was getting ready dancing with someone.

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

A smile was brought to his face as she twirled, enough to see she was actually barefoot.

When you said you looked a mess, I whispered underneath my breath

But you heard it, darling, you look perfect tonight

Chat couldn't help, but be entranced by her amazing voice. He opened his mouth to call out to her, but froze as a dark-haired guy opened her hatch.

Well I found a woman, stronger than anyone I know

The guy set the drinks down on her table.

'He doesn't remind me of a Buttercup. I wonder why she chose that name.'

She shares my dreams, I hope that someday I'll share her home

He extended his hand out to Marinette. With a smile, she took it.

I found a love, to carry more than just my secrets

The guy slowly brought Marinette against him.

To carry love, to carry children of our own

The guy lowered his hands and placed them on her waist.

We are still kids, but we are so in love

Marinette moved her hands from his chest to around his neck.

Fighting against all odds

Chat watched as the guy continued to sing, but began to move them into a slow dance. Gently swaying in the same spot.

I know we'll be alright this time

He couldn't help, but think about the times he held onto Marinette like that, as they danced. He held up at Chloe's party and in New York.

Darling, just hold my hand

He could only stare at them. Something deep inside told him this was different. This dance wasn't the same as him dancing with his friend, Marinette.

Be my girl, I'll be your man

I see my future in your eyes

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

When I saw you in that dress, looking so beautiful

He watched as the guy took a hand off her waist and cupped her cheek.

I don't deserve this,

'Damn right you don't deserve her!'

Darling, you look perfect tonight

Marinette nuzzled her cheek into the guy's palm, resting on her face.

Baby, I'm dancing in the dark, with you between my arms

Barefoot on the grass, listening to our favorite song

Chat Noir felt his grip slacken slightly as the boy leaned down to Marinette's height and pressed his forehead to her own. He quickly gripped the tiles as the began to sing together.

I have faith in what I see

Now I have met an angel in person

And she looks perfect

I don't deserve this

You look perfect tonight

The moment the lyrics ended, Marinette leaned up a pressed her lips to the dark-haired man. Chat Noir could see his grip tighten on Marinette. Chat bit his lip and looked away, before rushing away as quietly as possible.

'This was suppose to be a private moment. I should have left or spoken up.'

Adrien couldn't help as his gaze landed on Marinette and the mysterious guy from the other night. He had seen them kiss, but it still took him by surprise when the guy lifted Mari's hand to his lips.

"I'll see you at lunch, Angel." he spoke.

Mari smiled and leaned up to kiss his cheek, "'til then, Demon."

Adrien didn't have a chance to speak before Marinette strode right pass him. He quickly turned and watched her go up the stairs.

'That smile; I know that smile!'

He had caught himself enough times in his mirror or the reflection of his screen. There was only one person who made him smile like that: Ladybug.

'She's in love with him!'

He gulped and turned to see the dark-haired 'Demon' glaring at him, before walking away.

'An angel and a demon, huh? I hope Marinete knows what she's gotten herself into.'

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[nightlychaotic]

All I Want is to Fly With You

For @liquid-luck-00

Here’s my fluff piece for @maribat-angst-fluff-april Prompt 16: Music

God I am so sorry this is a week late. I really struggled with this for some reason but here it is at long last. I hope it isn't too bad and that you enjoy!

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You know I want you

It's not a secret I try to hide

I know you want me

So don't keep sayin' our hands are tied

You claim it's not in the cards

And fate is pullin' you miles away

And out of reach from me

But you're here in my heart

So who can stop me if I decide

That you're my destiny?

Robin watched as she swung away, before following her over Gotham’s rooftops, a smile forming as the two traveled. This had become one of his favorite routines the past year, patrolling with Ladybug. She was not nearly as annoying as any of his brothers, serious, but also could manage to get him to loosen up at times

They came to a stop on top of a rooftop. Ladybug smiled softly at him as she pulled a picnic basket out from the rooftop corner.

“What’s this?”

“Rooftop picnic.”

“What prompted this?” He asked, taking the blanket from her hands and spreading it out for the two of them. Joining her on the blanket as she unpacked the basket. She handed him a thermos, sighing.

“I’ll be leaving for Paris soon.”

“When?”

“Saturday. I’m not sure if or when I’ll come back to Gotham. So a bit of a farewell picnic,” she told him, giving him a sad smile. “I’ll miss Gotham. I’ll miss you. If I could I’d stay, but I really do need to return home.”

Robin turned towards her, heart pounding and breath catching when she said that, his mind beginning to race.

What if we rewrite the stars?

Say you were made to be mine

Nothing could keep us apart

You'd be the one I was meant to find

It's up to you, and it's up to me

No one can say what we get to be

So why don't we rewrite the stars?

Maybe the world could be ours

Tonight

All I want is to fly with you

Six months ago: Damian watched the spotted hero, Marinette, in front of him throw her yoyo swing away from him. Watching her as long as he could until she was out of his sight.

All I want is to fall with you

Four years ago: Marinette tripping, dropping her coffee and managing to fling her bag into Damian. The first time fate placed her in his path.

So just give me all of you

Three years ago: Damian ran his hands through her hair, gently pulling it away from her face as she was sick, before helping clean her up and getting her in bed. Marinette thanking him, rambling, telling him how she felt about him. The small blush fighting its way to his cheeks as he left.

It feels impossible

Two years ago: Damian felt his face heat up as Marinette scribbled furiously, trying to get the idea in her head on paper before she had to go. Shaking his head dismissing his feelings. It wouldn’t work. It would be too dangerous to involve her in his life, even on the edge of it.

It's not impossible

One year ago: Robin stared, mind racing as Ladybug revealed her identity in an attempt to build trust. Heart clenching as he looked at Marinette, she’d never told him. She had large secrets. What else had she kept secret…. But she had a good reason for this secret-

Is it impossible?

Damian’s closed his eyes for a moment as he thought about the past four years. The memories he had made with her as they navigated Gotham University. How she wormed her way into his life, how he didn’t want her to leave now. She’d become a staple in his life, a staple about to be ripped from him by distance, and life. When did she become so close to him? She didn’t use to be this important.

Say that it's possible

How do we rewrite the stars?

Say you were made to be mine?

Nothing can keep us apart

'Cause you are the one I was meant to find

It's up to you

And it's up to me

No one can say what we get to be

And why don't we rewrite the stars?

Changing the world to be ours

Damian looked over at her, as it really hit him how much he’s slowly come to trust and look forward to having her in his day. He hadn’t been open to her at first but she’d been stubborn and determined to become his friend, much to his chagrin at the time. Over the years he slowly managed to trust her, something that had both suffered and gotten better with the discovery of each other’s identities. His heart clenched as he looked over at her.

“I can come with you,” he found himself offering.

She looked over at him, shaking her head. “I can’t ask you to do that.”

“You aren’t. I’m offering.”

“Damian-”

“Marinette. I’ve come to realise that you mean a lot to me. I cannot imagine not having you cropping up in my life frequently after growing accustomed to you being a part of my life. I don’t want to lose you and would follow you as far as it would take if you’d have me.”

“Are you offering to move to Paris, to take me out on a date?” she asked, laughter clear in her voice.

“I suppose I am.”

She smiled at him, her laugh floating in the air. “What about your family?”

“They’ll probably encourage it.”

“And Gotham?”

“Has my family. It’ll survive without Robin.”

Marinette smiled, taking a sip from her thermos as she looked at him. “And you’re sure about this?”

“Positive.”

“Nothing can keep us apart if we try, and All I want is to stay by your side right now,” he said, leaning over and placing a chaste kiss on her cheek. “If you’ll have me?”

She blushed as she nodded, leaning over and pressing a kiss to his cheek in return. “I would love nothing more.”

[finallyaniguana]

Okay so the other day at work i was listening to my playlist when i was absolutely punched in the face by this song fic idea for Daminette that i had to stop working and write down immediately

So ive been sitting down and trying to write it even though i definitely should be working on WtE instead

Its my first hand at a song fic so if anyone is interested in reading something like that from me please let me know (especially if you wanna be tagged when its finished) its a bit angsty i think (also my first try for angst lol)

Its a hozier song btw (like real people do)

Let me know please!

[jasmehraj]

Okay new idea.

Due to using so many miraculous at the same time, Marinette becomes a little unique. So after defeating hawkmoth, she goes home and falls unconscious.

She meets a batboy I haven't decided which one. She slowly befriend him and learns about his past and his family.

Everyone catch her talking to herself and laughing loudly. They think she went crazy. They took her to hospital.

When asked, she tells them about him. But they tell him that she talks to herself and there's no one with her.

They start treating her and put her in an asylum.

Unknown to them, she actually got power to talk to her soulmate due to all the magic that flowed through her.

So they do everything in their power to fix her but then declare her a lost case.

If we want a sad ending, then she can die thinking of the particular batboy when the power inside her finishes.

For a good ending, the kwamis bless her, she dies in that world and is reborn in DC multiverse.

Or an ending in which Marinette tries to bring her best friend (the batboy) back because she can no longer see or hear him, so she puts on all the miraculous again which 1. Either kill her, 2. Suck the batboy into her world 3. Or send her to their universe.

[localcultivator]

Lets fall in love for the night

Daminette snippet from a songfic one shot. 

Song is Let’s Fall In Love For The Night by FINNEAS

Damian rushed through the busy Paris streets, trying to get to his destination as quick as possible. Marinette had called him in tears, and while he wasn’t the greatest at understanding her when she was upset and rambling, he knew that she needed her best friend and that he needed to bring all the goods. 

He arrived at the bakery, saying hi to Sabine and Tom before running up the stairs. He could hear their go to feel good movie playing in the living room as he entered the apartment. The sight in front of him made his heart hurt, the love of his life (although she didn’t know it) was curled up in a blanket on the couch, her face slightly puffy and red from crying. A box of tissues was sitting next to her along with a tub of matcha ice cream, their favorite. 

“Ya hayati, what’s wrong? Are you okay? Do I need to kill someone?” Damian said in a rush, looking more worried than Marinette had ever seen him, and that was including the 3 week period that Dick and Damian thought that Bruce was dead. (Honestly, she’s not sure how the bats managed to keep their identities secret. She figured it out within twenty minutes of meeting Jason and Tim.) 

if you wish to be tagged when the fic is done, then just respond to this post or send me an ask! 

[artxyra]

Tie It Up | Song!Fic Idea

Alright people, normally I would try and write this myself, but I’m literally working on like five fics at once and I don’t even know where to start. 

So I offer you, Daminette writers, a gift. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Rhp-i5_NHX8

Imagine Daminette meeting and wedding to this song. 

Tag me if any of you take on this song!fic. 

[shmowlwrites]

How to Be a Heartbreaker

Songfic Soulmate idea from the Daminette server, coming from @starry-bi-sky

My inclusion: You can feel when your soulmate sings. The closer you are the more your heart throbs. Singing together creates a beautiful song. Which is why these two decent singers sound like gods.

ENJOY

Marinette was a bit used to being invited to things and then being snubbed. She was part of their rent for the room, however, they decided that there are too many people in the room and Lila had put on a show about how Marinette would absolutely love to leave them so no else had to. Right?

So here she was, sitting at a table in an empty room with an empty stage with a mic in her hand. 

She sighed, puffing her bangs out of her face. There was no fun in singing alone. She had hummed to herself some tunes - and hopefully, some to her soulmate, if she had one -, but she had never chosen a track or actually danced around on the stage. 

She puffed her cheeks, a little peeved. She should’ve known she’d get snubbed. Yet she still made the effort to look nice, wearing a pretty white blouse and a black ruffled circle skirt with kitten heels and knee-high socks.

She was startled out of her pity party by the noise of four young men walking into the open room. The only difference between them was their heights and one of them having a lock of white hair. All black hair and blue eyes and definitely muscle-toned. 

“Come on, Damien, you sing first,” the eldest looking one calmly suggested. The second eldest took on a Cheshire grin.

“Does demon spawn even know how to sing?” He jeered.

The youngest rolled his eyes. “I’ll let you know I’m decent.” She assumed that was Damien.

“Then go on, brat!” the second youngest teased and shoved Damien towards the stage. 

The poor boy stumbled, sent a glare at his companions, and then made his way to the stage. The boys found a table, two of them pulling out their phones while the third, the one who called Damien “brat,” looked back and noticed her. She gave a tiny wave before turning her eyes to Damien.

For some reason, her heart was pounding as she watched him go through the tracks. She decided to lay her head down, perhaps she had a headache coming?

There were some “ooooh”s from the boys and then silence. She recognized the beginning of “Heartbreaker,” a song popular enough to end up on Glee.

“Rule number one...

Is that you gotta have fun

But baby when you're done,

You gotta be the first to run…”

Marinette’s head snapped up. Not only was he pretty decent at singing - he didn’t lie - his singing made her heart throb. In a way that it wasn’t supposed to.

Tim had been watching the girl. He noticed her jumping at the sound of Damien singing. He noticed the awe in her eyes, the sparkle that soulmates had when they witnessed their other half sing. He only smirked. 

How ironic.

“Rule number two...

Just don't get attached to

Somebody you could lose

So le-let me tell you-”

Her heart raced with the beat, her cheeks were reddening- why were they getting red? 

“This is how to be a heartbreaker

Boys, they like a little danger

We'll get him falling for a stranger

A player,

Singing I lo-lo-love you~”

Damien winked at his companions, causing the eldest to snort and the one who called him demon spawn to cackle.

Marinette blinked rapidly. Her breath hitched. Is this-

“How to be a heartbreaker

Boys, they like the look of danger

We'll get him falling for a stranger

A player,

Singing I lo-lo-love you~”

Damien had noticed her and had teasingly whispered to her the next line.

“At least I think I do…”

Marinette’s face bloomed and she turned her head away from him and his companions. Her heart sang. She was certain now. Hilarious- she thought she didn’t have a soulmate.

“Rule number three...

Wear your heart on your cheek

But never on your sleeve,

Unless you wanna taste defeat…”

Marinette managed to control her features and look back at the man on the stage, suddenly looking at him in a new light. Not bad, for someone with the worst luck in the world.

“Rule number four...

Gotta be looking pure

Kiss him goodbye at the door,

And leave him wanting more,

More.”

Damien Cheshire grinned, placing his hands on the mic stand, the one beside it void of a mic. The mic in her hand.

“This is how to be a heartbreaker

Boys, they like a little danger

We'll get him falling for a stranger

A player,

Singing lo-lo-love you”

Damien seemed stiff. Any teasing actions he had done were rare. He wasn’t used to this. Marinette grinned. No wonder she thought she didn’t have a soulmate. He’s never sang - at least not when she was aware of it.

“How to be a heartbreaker

Boys, they like the look of danger

We'll get him falling for a stranger

A player,

Singing lo-lo-love you”

Damien found her eyes again and whispered again, very obviously teasing.

“At least I think I do…”

She could change that. Her hand found the mic in her lap. She smirked and picked it up, switching it on while he went through the vocalization part.

She beat him to the next stanza.

“Girls,

We do,

Whatever it will take…”

Damien froze, no doubt feeling what she had been feeling for the last minute or so.

“Cause girls don't want,

We don't want our hearts to break

In two.”

Marinette slid out of her chair, eyes soft. Damien placed his hands on the mic stand again, though this time he was obviously using it to stabilize himself. 

How ironic.

“So it's better to be fake

Can't risk losing in love again

Ba-abe…”

They met each other singing about being heartbreakers.

Marinette found her way to the stage. He held out his hand with a soft smile.

“This is how to be a heartbreaker

Boys, they like a little danger

We'll get him falling for a stranger

A player,

Singing lo-lo-love you!”

She took his hand and he yanked her onto the stage and pulled her close before she whirled away, a teasing grin on her face.

The room Marinette’s class had rented had it’s door open long enough for them to hear the beginning of the duette. Rose was the first to jump out, wanting to see who was singing so beautifully. … so… together.

“How to be a heartbreaker

Boys, they like the look of danger

We'll get him falling for a stranger

A player,

Singing lo-lo-love you”

Damien pulled his mic off of the stand and held out his free hand. Marinette took it and spun in, wrapping his arm around her. She leaned in, giggling before spinning back out.

The class followed and Lila found herself seething. Come on, she was about to go up next! 

They pooled in, finding tables while their eyes never left Marinette, looking happier than she had in a long time. 

Lila hated it. 

“Ooooooo,

Ooooooo,

Ooooooo

Cause I lo-lo-lo-love you.”

Damien had turned away before reaching back to her and they joined hands again. He let her spin under his hand before dropping his arm and catching her by the waist and pulling her close.

“At least I think I do…”

They both whispered, Damien having leaned her back into a mild dip. 

Marinette lowered her mic, catching her breath as giggles attempted to fall from her lips. “Hello, soulmate.”

[the-navistar-carol]

Daminette Songfic: ‘Summer of ‘69’ by Bryan Adams

From the Maribat AU of @ozmav

@maribat-archive I’m back at it again >:)

I got my first real six-string

Bought it at the five-and-dime

When he had first been taken in by Bruce Wayne, he had turned up his nose at the prospect of entertaining some kid superhero from France. She wasn’t going to be impressive.

She wasn’t even going to be good!

Man, Damian thought to himself, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, was I wrong.

Played it 'til my fingers bled

Was the summer of '69

It had taken forever for them to even consider being on speaking terms, let alone friends. That alone had been a marvel in and of itself.

Not that he’d trade it for anything in the universe. If it came to it, he would probably let the world burn for another minute with her.

“Dude,” Dick had whistled. “You are whipped.”

Again, he’d turned up his nose at the prospect. He hadn’t even known what the former Robin had meant.

But yeah. I had been.

Me and some guys from school

Had a band and we tried real hard

She’d never given up, not even when she was flung into the floor. Not that she did now. Ladybug, Marinette, was and is the greatest girl he knew.

Top of her class, an aspiring designer, with the biggest heart he had ever seen. And not only that, but she was a superhero, saving cities on the daily and pulling the croissants out of the oven.

At least he had a family, people who were there as backup. And not to mention the budget of a billionaire.

She managed with a family who barely knew what she got herself into, a class who had turned against her, and the funds of a bakery. Plus public schooling.

Damn, he mused. If she was one of us, look out Joker.

Jimmy quit, Jody got married

I should've known we'd never get far

Dick had befriended her first. Well, second, after Alfred. But he had taken the first step.

His teasing had never failed to make her laugh, giggles scrunching up her nose and a beaming smile that lit up the room. Ladybug and Nightwing would have late-night philosophy talks, making each other think beyond their boundaries.

She’d taught him to bake, always there with patience when he’d fudged a recipe.

The eldest Robin had shown her more complicated gymnastics (not that she wasn’t already more flexible than most of them would ever be), and acrobatics that turned her every slip and fall into a tumble, and she’d roll right back up onto her feet.

Dick had taught her how to get back up.

Oh, when I look back now

That summer seemed to last forever

Jason had taken her under his wing after Dick.

Whenever she’d curled into a ball, shuddering after a hard practice, he would toss her into the air and take off like a shot, careening through the halls of Wayne Manor. It wasn’t long before her laughs rang off the walls, the Red Hood with a wild grin.

They had the sibling dynamic — there for each other, even at their faults.

Marinette had introduced Jason to color schemes and designs, at least how costumes worked. It was most definitely because of that awful helmet.

Jason, on the other hand, had taught her how to shoot. It was out of necessity, he claimed. If she didn’t know how to defend herself, and her yo-yo was out of reach, she may not have a choice.

Jason had given her the tactics nobody thought she would know.

And if I had the choice

Yeah, I'd always wanna be there

Tim had warmed up to her third, although he had been a bit worried about her age.

As her superhero duties became more needed back in Paris, the two of them started working together at night, on cases none of the rest could crack. The Insomnia Buddies, she’d dubbed them. Or, rather, as Tim called them, the Coffee Crew.

Whenever he became stressed to the point of a breakdown, she taught him meditation, she taught him calm.

The Red Robin showed her computers, and how to bypass firewalls with a tap of a key. Underhanded, but in case she needed the information.

Tim had taught her how to think.

Those were the best days of my life

He, Damian, had taken the longest. It had taken years to become as close to her as the other three were.

But they eventually bonded over common interest and curiosity about the other, growing closer every time they spent an hour in each other’s presence.

Marinette opened his mind to possibilities outside simply what had been placed in front of him. You never have only two choices, she told him firmly, eyes narrowed in determination. Never.

The newest Robin may not have been the first to pick her back up after a tough spar, but he would always be there in a real one, whether it was to take the hit or let her rest.

He, Damian, had given her a real partner.

Ain't no use in complaining

When you've got a job to do

The summers she spent at Gotham had become less of a chore and more like a long-lost family member returning to them. They gained inside jokes, and Skype chats between Gotham and France became more common, until it was almost an everyday thing.

They watched each other grow from bratty kids to mature teenagers, from gangly to sure of themselves.

And man, had her almost literal transformation had him whipped.

Watch out, Hawkmoth.

Spent my evenings down at the drive-in

And that's when I met you, yeah

He’d joined an exchange program to Paris, planning on not telling her, but of course the day he had Jason blurted it out on their nightly video call.

She’d gone absolutely red, and fallen off her desk chair with a loud thud. To this day, it brought a smile to his face.

“R-really?” Her voice had been hesitant, but excited nonetheless. “I can’t believe it! When are you coming?”

Dick, from his position out of the way of the camera, gave Damian a knowing look, a wry grin, and a small wiggle of his eyebrows.

Dumbass.

Standin' on your mama's porch

You told me that you'd wait forever

It wasn’t long after that announcement, when she was in her final year of lyceé, that her video chats had started to become more… tired. She’d change the subject whenever they talked about her classmates or, worse, her friends.

It wasn’t only him who had noticed it. Tim had been the first to pick it up, and immediately set off on finding information about the class. Without telling Marinette, of course.

What he found was no concrete proof, but more videos on the Ladyblog detailed a girl named Lila Rossi.

An awful liar if he ever saw one.

Oh, and when you held my hand

I knew that it was now or never

The detective work lasted a week and a half before it was outed. Marinette didn’t get mad about it, but simply hung her head and apologized for not telling them.

His heart had torn to see his angel beaten down like this.

She was across the ocean, president of a class he couldn’t defend her against.

He, Robin, a superhero, was useless.

The exchange program left in six months.

Too long.

Those were the best days of my life

He went to her over winter break, though. Thank whatever higher power he could.

As soon as he had stepped into her room with the door closed, she had broken down in his arms. His brothers were right behind him, and joined the hug with words of comfort and encouragement.

It had taken her half an hour to calm down, but when she had finished, they were tears of happiness. Happiness that they were there for her.

“We’re gonna make this the best two weeks of your year, little lady” Jason had promised her with a crooked grin, the white patch in his hair tousled.

Tim didn’t miss the way she looked away at the word lady. “Mari-bug, what’s going on?”

She took a deep, shuddering breath, and tugged Damian over to her bed, not wanting to let go of him. “It’s a long story.”

We aren’t going anywhere, angel.

Oh, yeah.

Back in the summer of '69

When she finished, she had had to take breaks three times—three times!—to calm herself down.

“And I’ve almost been akumatised because of this, a few times,” she admitted, her voice a quiet whisper. “I figured out how to not let my emotions get the best of me, though. My parents don’t really know.”

Jason’s expression clearly told Damian he was in need of a skinning knife. Or guns. Guns were faster.

A series of pops filled the room. Dick, an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face, had popped his knuckles. “I think that it’s time some other people knew the harm Lila caused.”

“And if she gets akumatised,” Damian added, “she’s well deserved it.”

“She can’t keep going like this and not receive the consequences,” Tim put in. “It’s not right.”

Hell’s coming to Lila Rossi.

Man we were killin' time

We were young and restless

And the damned Lila situation didn’t even begin to cover Chat Noir. But Marinette insisted they get away from the topic.

She was on winter break, dammit, and Jason was hellbent on making good on his promise.

Tim had the best idea, oddly enough. An arcade.

While Damian had found the concept childish at best, the way Marinette’s eyes lit up at the prospect quickly stilled any protest.

To the flashy lights and cheap prizes we go.

We needed to unwind

I guess nothin' can last forever, forever, no! yeah!

Once they got there, Dick was quick to pull out his credit card and get a near- unlimited token supply. He nudged Damian with a sly grin. “Get her a big prize, loverboy.”

Thankfully, he said it out of her hearing range. Then he pushed him over, and they toured the arcade together.

Naturally, Jason was a master at the shooting games. Tim was an unexpected genius at Guitar Hero. Dick, of course, managed to beat the highscore on DDR by a good hundred thousand points. Show-off.

You deserve all the joy, angel.

And now the times are changin'

Look at everything that's come and gone

The two weeks had come and gone like nothing. But the two months afterward were an absolute hell of a waiting game.

But Marinette was happier, knowing that her Gotham friends were there for her.

“He’s still whipped,” Dick cackled one night after a video call.

Tim grinned, and ruffled Damian’s hair. “I can see why.”

He’d only growled at them, but they persisted anyway, giving bad advice they knew full well was awful.

But what else were brothers for?

Sometimes when I play that old six-string

I think about you, wonder what went wrong

The exchange program left them in Mlle. Bustier’s class. Well, at least Damian and a few schoolmates.

He could see just how bad the class was for himself.

At his first step into the class, he had been mobbed by a tanned brunette (Lila) claiming to be his lost soulmate, which he quickly and sharply shut down, and proceeded to sit next to Marinette.

Damian could hear her fake sobs from all the way in the back.

“Can you believe it?! He doesn’t remember me!”

Oh, fuck off.

Standin' on your mama's porch

You told me that it'd last forever

He stood, furious, and proceeded to give a thorough explanation on why she was wrong, a liar, and an awful person.

“I’ve never met you, I’ve known Marinette since I was ten, and I don’t see how the daughter of a single French domestic diplomat would ever meet an American at a charity gala in Gotham!”

Silence.

Then explosion.

Not fiery, of course. Of apologies, launched directly at Marinette.

She simply raised a hand to quell them in their tracks. “Some of you I will be able to forgive. Some of you I will not be. Thank you for your apologies.” Her tone was nowhere near the broken girl who had sobbed in his arms two months ago. She was reforged, stronger than steel.

And with a head held high like that, nothing can bring you down.

Oh, and when you held my hand

I knew that it was now or never

Nathanaël, Alix, Ivan, Myléne. They were able to be forgiven easier than the rest.

Sabrina and Chloé, she was neutral to. They, if they wanted to gain her trust, had a neutral starting ground.

Max, Kim, Nino. They were forgiven less easily, and would take weeks to even be on friendly terms again.

Alya, Lila, and Adrien she probably never would.

And he was perfectly fine with that.

They don’t deserve her.

Those were the best days of my life

Near the end of the exchange program, he took her to the Eiffel Tower as the sun set, overlooking all of Paris. He wasn’t nervous, of course he wasn’t. Damian Wayne, nervous in front of the girl he had been absolutely whipped for for the better part of a year?

Oh, you better believe it.

At the top tier, he covered her eyes for the entirety of the ride.

“Damiaan.” She was struggling to hide giggles. “I’ve seen this before, y’know?”

“Nah,” he grinned. “You haven’t.”

The top deck was empty, devoid of any and all tourists.

And then the fireworks started, filling the sky with all the colors of the rainbow.

Worth it.

Oh, yeah

Back in the summer of '69, oh

She grabbed his hand, eyes widening in surprise as a dazzling smile swept any amusement off her face and replaced it with wonder. “Oh my God, Dami.”

“I told you, you haven’t seen this before.”

“Wait— you— for me?”

Don’t you dare freeze.

“For you,” he agreed. “I love you, Marinette.”

Those words had been like weights—saying them the first time was hard.

It was the summer of '69, oh, yeah

Me and my baby in '69, oh

She didn’t say anything, only turned her gaze away from the fireworks and to him, the colorful explosions mirrored in her silver eyes. She was close, he could quite distinctly smell the strawberry lip gloss.

“Dami, I…” Hesitation. Shit.

Then, she launched herself at him, arms going around his neck as she crushed him in a tight hug. His arms came up to pull her close.

“I love you too, you extra idiot!”

Oh.

It was the summer,

They had shared a first kiss then, beneath the fireworks and the stars and the moon.

Neither of them were particularly any good, and she kept giggling, but he wouldn’t have traded it for anybody else.

Nor anywhere else.

Never in the world.

the summer,

This time, after she had graduated université, started as a designer, and finally moved to Gotham, they didn’t have to wait for time zones.

This time, as he caught his breath when he saw her in dazzling white, they would never have to wait again.

And this time, they could face things together.

Was he still absolutely whipped for Marinette Dupain-Cheng?

Always.

the summer of '69, yeah

[zerotosiki]

A Little Too Much - Daminette SongFic

Pairing(s): Damian Wayne (DC) x Marinette Dupain-Cheng (MLB)

Description: Damian and his brothers decided to give a surprise to Marinette. Based on the song "A Little Too Much" by Shawn Mendes. If you didn’t know the song, you can listen to it here.

Word Count: 3,931

Warnings: This is my first time writing the full and completed story. I am still confused with tenses and grammar so I am really sorry if any words look so weird! I am warning you guys!

AN: Same with what I said above. Sometimes (or maybe always..?) I like to exaggerate my story soooo... I hope you guys like it!

Thank you so much @ozmav for creating this wonderful ship, you don’t know how much I need this kind of romance, a romance involving a bad boy but becoming softer because of his girl! And thank you @officiallyathiana for giving this perfectly idea!

Main Story (You’re here) || Bonus 1 || Bonus 2

Why? Why did he accept the bet? "This is not a bet!!" exclaim Jason from behind. Yeah, but in his eyes, this is a bet! How come? He and his annoying brothers decided to surprise Marinette. Yes, Marinette, his girlfriend. Damian didn't expect that he could be able to be in a relationship for 3 years and his girlfriend is an Angel too!

Umm ... To be more precise, a wingless angel ... Marinette is a very kind, friendly, smart, pretty, and sometimes, she emits a fiery aura in her eyes... And, don't forget her beautiful smile. Even the dark city of Gotham can suddenly become bright if she's here, smiling while chuckling occasionally.

"Okay enough about her beautiful smile because we already know how much you love her," Jason said suddenly, a mischievous smile on his face. Damian glared at Jason while growling, even though Jason didn't feel intimidated at all. Not with Damian's red face because of his own embarrassment.

"Stop it!" said Dick after clapping his hands hard enough to prevent a bloody war that might occur sometime later. "We should go back to our previous discussion okay? If you want this surprise to really happen before it's too late..."

And with that, Damian snorted in annoyance while Jason only chuckled at his brother's behavior. "I already said if we want to give a surprise to Marinette, it should be a fancy and fabulous one. Since Marinette deserves the best," said Damian while crossing his hand.

"But demon-spawn, you should know by now that Marinette isn't fond of excessive luxury. It'll just make her uncomfortable and you don't want that, right?" asked Tim from across the sofa, a cup of coffee in his hand as usual.

Of course, Damian would know about it. But there's no way he would admit it openly. Not in the front of his annoying brothers, okay?

"That's why we suggest you a more simple one but no less romantic than your original plan, Damian."

"You said a simple one... And that is by singing to her?" Damian cannot help to ask about that with a tone of disbelief. Because what is romantic with singing? Isn't that just a plain one? Moreover, he never singing in his entire life! He is in distress! He scared he will be the ONE ruining this surprise because of his voice. Not that his voice is bad, okay? He knows his voice is good, like really really good.

"Yup, and you already lost, demon-spawn. So you cannot back down now..." Oh, how he wishes he can turn back time right now. He wonders why he has such bad luck. Five minutes ago, he and his brothers were arguing which type of surprise gift they should prepare for Marinette's upcoming birthday.

He chooses a fancy one with him holding a bunch of roses in front of her school so when she out of school, she will be surprised and then happy and then... hopefully, give a kiss thank you? Not only roses, of course. He will take her to a fancy dinner where he would gift her another present and maybe she'll give a big smile while in tears and then... again, give a kiss thank you?

But no, his brothers strongly disagree with him and suddenly deciding that singing to her is a better option. Which is not. In his opinion. Since Damian is stubborn to let go of his plan, one of his brothers, the oldest one, Dick, suggesting for Damian to do rock-paper-scissors with one of them (Dick, Jason, or Tim).

So Damian chooses Jason, for a reason, he thinks Jason would have less chance to win with this type of game. Oh, how wrong he is. Maybe Lady Fortune is indeed upset with him. Because he loses 3 straight chances with Jason! And now he has to accept the consequences.

After one month of a lot of practice, he and his brothers have a trip to Paris (Bruce cannot come along because of an important business that he cannot miss. Of course not before he said, "Damian, please send my regards to my future daughter-in-law" in which Damian is just glaring at his father while his cheek is tinted with pink color).

"... And here I am ..." said Damian to no one. He is so nervous. His hand suddenly felt sweaty while his other hand held a guitar. After he sits down on one of the benches near Marinette's school while Dick and Jason take a seat behind him (They help him by playing the guitar too. It's just for the "best" result, not because he cannot play the guitar very well). He takes a breath down while he tries to calm his nerves. It worked, alright. He felt a lot calmer compared to before.

"Don't worry too much Baby Bat. I'm sure Marinette will be very happy with this! Trust me!" Of course she will happy. At least he hopes so. When Tim is signaling to him, he knows now that's the cue to start. So he closes his eyes and begins playing the guitar while ignoring all the stares from the passerby.

She would not show that she was afraid

He remembers the first time he met Marinette. At that time, some unimportant villains are attacking Wayne Enterprises when he becomes Jason's assistant for a translator between the French class and his brother (Dick was busy with his girlfriend so he cannot be the guide).

Jason tries to help people including The French class to evacuate as quickly as he can, while Damian goes to a safe place to change into his Robin uniform. By the time he comes back, there's already Red Robin at there and a second minute later Red Hood comes too. He suddenly raises a voice and at that time Damian, no, Robin knows what is wrong.

He sees one of the French class, a girl with midnight hair and prettiest blue eyes he ever has seen, standing protectively behind a little boy. In front of her is one of the villains, who apparently decides to become a coward and want to target weak civilians. He and Red Hood rush in to save her just to see that little petite girl kick the villains in the face. And can you hear the cracking sound?

Wow. Robin just stood there looking awestruck until he snaps out of it when Red Hood strangling the villain. Since his brothers already dealing with the villains, Robin decides to check the girl.

When he approaching the girl who right now is busy hugging the little boy while whispering something, probably to calm the little boy, she suddenly spins around and takes a defensive pose until she realizes the one who comes is Robin, one of Gotham's vigilante.

Good reflex, he noted. She goes back to calming the boy while sometimes she glances at Robin's direction.

"Are you okay?" Ask Robin softly while internally he curses himself for asking such stupid question. Of course, she's not okay. No one would be okay after being confronted by a villain. She visibly relaxes after she hears his soft tone, although he won't miss how her hand still shake albeit just a little. He knows she is trying to hide her fear.

"I'm okay, although I was hoping we can take the boy to somewhere safer..?" she said with a hint of French's accent, which made her sound more adorable, okay, focus Robin! He scolds himself.

Not only brave, but she also kind and still thinking someone else besides herself. "Yes, don't worry I'll take you guys outside so the medic will check up on you," He said then he escorts the girl and the little boy to outside and then went to help his brothers. Not before she softly said thank you, though.

Leaving behind Robin who begins to feel some weird feelings.

But being and feeling alone was too much to face

No matter how hard she tried to be strong, he worried that all the problems she'd been through ---Hawkmoth and Liela----, take a toll for her petite body. He knows that feeling. The feels being alone in this big cruel world. Kill or being killed. That was a lesson he was though from back then. When he still takes the mantle of 'al Ghul'.

But he grateful because his life is becoming better than before when he met Batman, his father, and his brothers albeit still annoying.

And he is really lucky to meet a wonderful girlfriend, Marinette, his habibti.

Though everyone said that she was so strong

What was her nickname get from the class, the one he heard from the blonde guy? Oh right, their everyday ladybug. Just because Marinette has been helping her friends whenever her friends need help. Just like Ladybug, one of Parisian's heroes. Which is ridiculous.

IF Marinette really their everyday ladybug, then why? Why they choose to believe some shit-not-true-based talks from a random transfer girl who is still new in the school over their claim to be their everyday ladybug who is already being their friend longer than that Liela girl.

What they didn't know is that she could barely carry on

Didn't they have common sense? Not even the strongest guy can take a burden as big as the world! Take a high road? Avoid Liela being akumatized? Damian scoff at this when he listening to one of Marinette's stories. That's stupid and a coward move, he thinks.

He worried because... What about Marinette? Who will take care of her? Marinette is just a human being after all. What if the one being akumatized is her? What would they do? He knows Marinette is really strong, physically and mentally. After repelling akuma for 3 times? Of course she is. And Damian is really proud of her.

But sometimes, the worries still nag him in the back of his mind. Even Batman, the dark and coldest knight can sometimes have a mental breakdown!

 But she knew that she would be okay

So she didn't let it get in her way

Of course, ever since she comes to his life, meeting his brothers, Alfred, and his father. He knows, he along with his family will make sure to give Marinette a deserve and best care in the 'world'. From the moment they know the problem, they began to make a "Marinette deserve to be happy" plan right away. He won't let these pesky so-called friends get in the way. Not in his watch, okay.

He knows the plan is the right choice. Because after that, Marinette gradually became more relaxed, happy, and... just being herself.

He, Damian Wayne, swore to himself, to let her know that she deserves to be happy. She's not alone in this world. Not after meeting him. Not after she became his habibti.

 Sometimes it all gets a little too much

There was one time. One time that makes his habibti almost expelled from her own school. And that source's problem is... again... ..from that pesky girl named Liela. Oh don't worry, he already has 101 lists on how to get rid of her, alright.

But you gotta realize that soon the fog will clear up

Although thankfully Marinette's not really expelled. Even if Marinette's really been expelled, and that problem hasn't solved, he will make sure to solve it, by the law. With his last name and his ability, he can easily found the evidence to sue the school, even Liela.

And you don't have to be afraid, because we're all the same

And we know that sometimes it all gets a little too much

He always said to Marinette, to let him or someone else know if she has something troubling her. To let her know, that asking for help is the right thing to do.

"Oh, she's here demon-spawn," whisper Jason which makes him suddenly open his eyes and right there, among peoples, stood his beautiful habibti, Marinette. With her wide eyes, probably from the shock of seeing him here. He gives her a reassuring smile (Hopefully it really looks assuring? 'Cause he is trying so hard to hide his nervous) in which she returns it with her beautiful smile albeit her eyes were glazed.

Okay, time for plan 2 begins.

He quickly but swiftly set aside the guitar (Don't worry, Dick and Jason still playing their guitars. This is a part of their plan, okay? A plan of "We've got your back so you don't have to worry about messing up because of your guitar's skill"). Then he sauntered to her while still singing.

He can see her classmate, the blonde guy, the glasses girl, the cap guy, and the sausage hair girl. But he doesn't care. In his eyes, there's only her. His Habibti. Marinette.

 She would always tell herself she could do this

He chuckles whenever he remembers the time when she nervous, she'll chant "Marinette, you're going to be okay. Just trust yourself. Like Tikki and Damian always said." over and over again while she paced. He found it's adorable and had to refrain himself from hugging her and kissing her right then and there.

She would use no help it would be just fine

The first time he tried to convince her that sometimes it's okay for asking help is hard. Like Really hard, okay. He has to be patient or she'll get mad, and he doesn't want that. He knows she is an independent person so she'll try to find a solution by herself without bothering others and he admires her for that.

But sometimes he can't help but to worries about his habibti, okay? Not only that, he admits sometimes he wants to be a reliable boyfriend. A person she can depend on. If that's not too much problem...

But when it got hard she would lose her focus

He worried she'll fall sick because of the problem she'd been through. Because of one time. That is one time. And he doesn't want that to happen again. Not anymore. He remembers, oh, how could he forget? Even if he wants to. He can't.

At that night of patrol, the batfam and ladybird were patroling like usual. He notices Marinette, no, Ladybird weren't herself at that time. Because sometime she would space out. And when he or his brothers ask her if she's okay or needs to rest, she would always say the same thing.

"I am okay, don't worry!" with a smile but not the same smile she always used. It's a tired smile but silently screaming 'Please leave me alone' to which make him and his brothers were forced to leave it.

But later, he regrets it. And he blames himself for it. She, Ladybird got hurt badly because they were ambushed by a group of villains and while the villains are not the strongest one, but because Ladybird is distracted by her problems and the batfam was distracted too because of their worries for Ladybird, one of the villains sneaks behind Ladybird without all of them noticing. And successfully strike her in the back with a knife. A freaking knife.

She got free when she punched the villain hard, in the neck. Which makes the villain fall unconscious. Although not soon as after that, she collapses too. Robin instantly by her side, cradling her gently, ignoring the guilt feeling crawling inside his mind and the tears that started to gather in his eyes. His brothers are not that different too. They beat the villains harder and as quickly as they can, so they can bring Ladybird to the hospital or the Batcave and have Alfred treat her.

Thankfully, the wound is not as crucial as they thought it would be. Although Marinette has to stay rest in the bed for a week. Which is totally okay for him but not okay for Marinette. She's not okay with all batfam trying to babysit her but eh, like it or not, she has to face it. Since it's partly her fault for being distracted in the battle. This is a lesson for her to not pushing herself too hard. And for him to be a more firm boyfriend.

So take my hand and we'll be alright

He found himself already stood in front of her. Staring into her bluebell sparkling eyes, and smiling while softly singing, he held out his hand. She blinks then takes his hand and he gently grasped it. Both of them smiling, ignoring the confused glance from her classmate and the glare from certain people, because why would they care? When in this world, it's just him and her, Damian and Marinette.

 And she knew that she would be okay

He guides her back to his brother's place. And at that time, although Marinette felt confused as to why in the world, Damian and his brothers were in here. But she knew that she would be okay. Because she's not alone anymore.

So she didn't let it get in her way

She soon relaxes in his gentle grasp and his soothing voice. This is her best day! Although she has to channel her ladybug's persona when she went through class this morning but at least, now, she got to meet her long-distance-boyfriend!

She greets his brother in silent nod while Dick is giving his charming smile and Jason winked at her. Damian takes a seat and takes his guitar to resume his playing while she takes a seat beside him, although they never broke their gaze from each other. She found herself lost in his deep green forest eyes, while he, Damian, is mesmerizing her eyes too.

 Sometimes it all gets a little too much

But you gotta realize that soon the fog will clear up

And you don't have to be afraid, because we're all the same

And we know that sometimes it all gets a little too much, yeah

Both of them knew. He knew Marinette, right now, is okay. Visibly looks tired but her hopeful eyes are already assuring him that she's okay. Marinette knew, from a long time ago, after Damian has successfully convinced her, that she's not alone. She still has a lot of people who care for her being. Whether it's her parent, her true friends, her kwami, her family, and her boyfriend.

And she's thankful for having such wonderful friends. She's really glad because she doesn't have to bear this alone. She can ask for help, asking for advice. And that's an okay thing to do. And that's a wonderful thing to do. It's felt like something lifted up in her body. And she felt more... light. She felt more... ease.

 A little too much, I said a little too much, oh

She still has a lot of problems, alright. With Hawkmoth still here roaming while Lila still making a problem for her.

 Sometimes it all gets a little too much

But you gotta realize that soon the fog will clear up

But for the first time she thinks, 'It's going to be alright. Because I have a lot of wonderful people who were here to support me. And they'll have my back when I needed help.'

And you don't have to be afraid, because we're all the same

One time she was worried when she has a partner (A partner in romance, mind you. Not partner in battle), can she hide her secret identity from them? What if it's affecting their relationship? What if someday her partner wouldn't trust her again after how many times she lied to protect her secret identity?

But when she knows Robin's real identity after she's been dating Damian for a year, she partly glad and partly afraid. She glad because she and Damian are similar, they both were heroes who have a burden in their shoulders. And maybe... Just maybe... Damian would understand her. She worried because if Damian is a hero too (or a vigilante, according to what he said), then he must've been through a lot like her, or probably much worse than her. And she's afraid for him.

And we know that sometimes it all gets a little too much yeah

Hawkmoth and Lila's problem + all crimes in Gotham's town who'd been raising lately? Yup, it's getting a little too much for both of them. And they knew it.

 Sometimes it all gets a little too much

But you gotta realize that soon the fog will clear up

But that's okay because they can handle it.

And you don't have to be afraid, because we're all the same

Because they're together. We're both together.

And we know that sometimes it all gets a little too much

Even if the world's going to fall apart, they know they'll handle it. They can handle it. Because they're together, with all support from their friends and family. Yes, they can.

 The song ended with a soft thud and Damian put his guitar back then turns around to face his girlfriend while saying, "Umm.. so what do you think?". Marinette just raises a brow hearing his nervous tone, "Isn't like I'm angry or disappointed, but what is this?". Marinette tries to remember if today is an important day that maybe she forgets because she's been focusing on her problem? But no, there's no such date. Her birthday is still a month later and their anniversary is still a couple months later too.

"Well, we were actually planning to give you a surprise gift for your birthday BUT this baby demon-spawn here.." Jason ruffled his hair playfully, to which Damian response with a glare and "Shut it, Todd!" but Jason just chuckled, much to his dismay.

"What Jason means is Baby Bat is very worried about you. He always spaced out and then put on this scowl face with a wrinkled forehead, a look of worry, whenever he thinks we're not noticing." Dick continued to embarrass his little brother with a teasing smile.

"..So we decided we have enough of a moody Damian, book a ticket to Paris earlier than the plan and do the surprise right now and there, just to cheer up you, Marinette. So Damian will not go back to his moody mode and you'll cheer up again! It's a win-win for all of us." said Tim, who surprised Marinette because she doesn't know he's here too. Marinette is giving him an 'I am sorry' look while Tim just waving his hand, a sign of 'it's okay'.

Damian groaned. He thought this day will going perfectly but nooo... His brothers always try to found a way to embarrass him. And now they successfully did it. They perfectly ruining his image of 'a good and cool boyfriend' (he try hard).

Marinette giggled, her giggling sound send warm feelings in his body, and save him from his embarrassment by taking his hand and hugging him firmly. "Thank you so much, Dami," she whispers softly. To which Damian respond with hugging her back, and gently said, "Your welcome, Habibti".

"...So ready for the next part?" asked Jason to no one in particular. The couple broke their hug and Marinette giving a confused glance at his boyfriend. Damian just shrugs and smirk, "Do you want to go have fun, Habibti?" while his eyes were sending a different message, "Do you want to go from this awful place and away from this awful your so-called classmate?". Marinette blinks before catching on to his hidden message and giving him a gigawatt smile, "Yes, of course, Dami".

...End?

Main Story (You’re here) || Bonus 1 || Bonus 2  

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Maybe or maybe not I will make some bonus stories (which is about a salty classmate, a roasted Liela, oops, I mean Lila, and Damian's embarrassment. Lol). The bonus stories will be just for fun though.

[daminettes]

slow dancing in the dark

hi here’s a random songfic!

https://youtu.be/K3Qzzggn--s   <- heres the song!

Her head was settled ever so gently on his warm chest.

His heartbeat increased dramatically when she snuggled closer to him, for his wonderful warmth.

They both swayed slowly to the music that was playing in the background

Give me reasons we should be complete

You should be with him, I can't compete

“She sure does look happy with him Adrien.” Plagg whispered into his ear. They both stood in a secluded area of the ballroom watching the happy couple dance the night away.

“She sure does. Man I really messed up.”

You looked at me like I was someone else, oh well

Can't you see?

“Angel?”

“Yes Dami?

“I-I Nevermind. ” Damian stuttered.

Marinette slowly lifted her head up to meet with his eyes. She slowly raised her hand up and drew it gently to his cheek, this sudden movement caused Damian to flinch but he quickly melted into her touch.

“Are you alright mon petit oiseau?” She questioned while looking at him softly.

“I'm quite alright, Beloved.”

I don't wanna slow dance

In the dark

“Tonight was wonderful Damian, Thank you.” She said while looking down at her feet that were moving back and forth in an anxious manner.

“It's no problem Angel, I'm glad you had a great time, I also enjoyed it too.” He said. He slowly placed two fingers underneath her chin and lifted it up to stare into her gorgeous bluebell eyes. The moon illuminated her skin ever so gently, it revealed her freckles that danced on her skin. Beautiful.

Without realizing their faces were just inches away from each other.

“May I?” He questioned. He didn't want to force his beloved angel into anything that she wasn’t ready for. He would never do that to her.

Marinette slowly nodded and filled up the remaining space that was left.

You have made up your mind

I don't need no more signs

“Im too late.” Adrien whispered.

He slowly walked away from the couple, and thought about every moment he had with his lady.

“I lost her.”

nick name meanings :

mon petit oiseau = my little bird 

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[mochinek0]

Robin’s Nightingale (song-fic)

Robin ran across the rooftops of Gotham, keeping an eye out for trouble. He didn't expect to hear the whispers of a song catch his attention.

I can hold my breath

'Is someone in danger?'

I can bite my tongue

'Are they looking for a way out?'

I can stay awake for days

If that's what you want

Be your number one

'Are they being held captive?'

I can fake a smile

I can force a laugh

I can dance and play the part

If that's what you ask

Give you all I am

'Does the Joker have someone?'

Robin began to move faster to the voice that danced on the wind.

I can do it

I can do it

I can do it

But I'm only human

'Does a meta have this person?'

And I bleed when I fall down

I'm only human

And I crash and I break down

'This person sounds distraught.'

Your words in my head, knives in my heart

You build me up and then I fall apart

'Cause I'm only human, yeah

Robin stopped at an apartment building. He noticed all the lights were off, but one.

I can turn it on

Be a good machine

I can hold the weight of worlds

If that's what you need

Be your everything

He noticed the song become more prominent. He used his grapplehook and swung over to the window with the bright light, landing on the fire escape.

I can do it

I can do it

I'll get through it

But I'm only human

He observed a girl ripping open moving boxes. When she got to the bowls and pans to put in the kitchen, she glared at them.

'Do they remind her of someone?'

And I bleed when I feel down

I'm only human

And I crash and I break down

Your words in my head, knives in my heart

You build me up and then I fall apart

'Cause I'm only human, yeah

She threw all the pots and pan in the sink.

'She must not like that person.'

I'm only human

I'm only human

Just a little human

I can take so much

Until I've had enough

'Cause I'm only human

And I bleed when I fall down

I'm only human

And I crash and I break down

Your words in my head, knives in my heart

You build me up and then I fall apart

'Cause I'm only human, yeah

Robin noticed the tear tracks on her cheeks. Her song may not have been a physical cry for help, but it seem like it had been one, nonetheless. He watched as the girl wiped her tears away. Their eyes locked as she turned to open another box. She left her boxes where they were and crossed the room to open her window.

The closer she got, the more he noticed the 'Wayne' look. The girl had bright bluebell expressive eyes and raven-blue hair.

"Was I disturbing someone?" she asked, taking a couple steps back.

'She's cautious.'

"Robin and no." Robin stated, "Your singing merely caught my attention."

"I apologize if I disturbed you from you duties." the girl spoke, bowing her head in apology.

'Reminds me of my time with Mother. The servants were very quick to apologize for something out of their control for fear of Mother or Ra's backlash.'

Robin took a look around the tiny apartment. There was a door off to the left which he assumed was the bathroom and a small kitchen off to the left. They seemed to be standing in her bedroom. It was a rather small studio and she seemed too young to be on her own. Father wouldn't have allowed him to live on his own at her age.

"Your parents won't mind a strange man in your room?" he questioned, "You seem too young to be on your own."

"I'm sixteen and have no one."

Robin took a good look at her: blue-black hair, blue eyes, a possible tragic backstory?

'Father must never meet her.'

"Are they-" he began to question.

"No." she shook her head, "They sent me to live in Gotham. They don’t care what happens to me."

Robin opened his mouth, but a light thud behind them drew their attention.

"Robin." Batman spoke.

"Batman." he replied back.

"Sorry! Am I keeping you?" she sputtered, "Forgive me!"

Robin watched as Batman took in their surroundings. He could sense the confusion and concern radiating off his father.

"No, you weren't." Robin stated as he walked towards the window.

"Bye, Robin." she whispered.

"I didn't catch you name….Little Nightingale." Robin smirked, turning back to face her.

He watched as her face flushed and could sense his father's gaze on him.

"Marinette." she stated.

"I'll listen out for your songs." he declared.

Marinette quickly turned away and rushed back to her unpacking.

Batman took off first with Robin at his heels. He looked back to his son, who shrugged and continued his nightly patrol.

BONUS:

"Tell us about your girlfriend." teased Jason, upon their arrival.

"She's no my girlfriend." Damian growled out, stomping away.

Bruce smiled as his sons took after their youngest brother.

"Stop!" Damian cried out, as they reached his room.

"Oh, come on, Little D." Dick whined.

"We're curious about your 'Little Nightingale'." teased Jason, making the others laugh.

"Enough!" Damian shouted, "I merely gave her a nickname so Father wouldn't adopt her!"

"Black hair?" asked Dick.

"Blue eyes?" questioned Jason.

"Tragic backstory?" voiced Tim.

"No parents?" Dick spoke up.

"All of the above." Damian stated, "Although that last one is questionable."

"Okay." Tim nodded, "Nice save."

"Completely understandable." growled Jason, who had hoped for dirt on his demonic younger brother.

Damian sighed and continued towards his room.

"Hey!" Dick cried, "Are you gonna see her again?"

"Maybe here and there." he spoke, "Just to keep Father at bay."

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[nightlychaotic]

Rewrite the Stars

“Ladybug,” he said softly as he came up behind the figure on the rooftop.

“Hey Robin,” she turned, a soft smile forming, before quickly turning trying to wipe the tears from her eyes without him noticing. Taking a deep breath as she looked out over the city. She pointedly kept her eyes on the horizon as Robin came to stand next to her, gently taking her hand.

“What’s wrong?”

“I’m leaving Gotham. I couldn’t leave without saying goodbye to you. I tried. I’m sorry,” she said softly, closing her eyes. Robin’s brow furrowed.

“Why? You have nothing to be sorry for, Angel.”

“Don’t. I’ve been selfish. I’m sorry.”

“You have not done one selfish thing since I have known you.”

“EVERYTHING I’VE DONE SINCE I’VE MET YOU HAS BEEN SELFISH! Every moment I’ve spent since I’ve come here has been selfish. I’ve taken up more of your time than I had the right too.”

“Do not say that. That is not true,” Robin defended, stopping himself from wiping the tears off her face.

“It is. It is true. The odds of us even becoming friends in the first place seem so unlikely yet it happened,” she laughed as her voice broke. “I mean you’re the prince of assassins, son of a billionaire. I’m just a baker’s daughter, who sews for a hobby. We travel in different circles. I wish it was easy, but I guess it was hopeless. Wishful thinking. I shouldn’t have left Paris. Just because Hawkmoth stopped for a couple years I thought it would be fine. I’ve been selfish coming here. It was all an escape. I- I need to go,” she stepped away towards the edge of the roof, pulling her hand out of his and gripping her yo-yo. Keeping her back to him the whole time, not trusting herself to look at him. “I have to go. I’m sorry. I should have never let it go this far.”

“No! Let me help you. All I want is to help you.”

“I can’t. I’m sorry. Thank you. For everything. Maybe we’ll see each other again one day, Damian,” she whispered before throwing her yo-yo and taking off, swinging from skyscraper to skyscraper.

“Marinette!” Damian yelled as she took off, watching her leave for a minute before scrambling to try and follow her over the rooftops. Losing her as he went.

Her apartment. There. She had to be going back. He could still catch her. Damian changed directions and made his way as fast as he could landing on her balcony, stumbling as he landed in his rush. The lights. They were still on. He wasn’t too late.

“Marinette!” he called opening her window and entering her apartment. “Marinette, please.”

Damian felt his heart sink as he found the apartment empty save for a note. No, no, no, no, he thought, sinking to the ground as he picked up the note.

You think it's easy

You think I don't wanna run to you

But there are mountains

And there are doors that we can't walk through

I know you're wondering why because we're able to be

Just you and me within these walls

But when we go outside, you're gonna wake up and see

That it was hopeless after all

Everything keeps us apart

And I'm not the one you were meant to find

It's not up to you

It's not up to me

You know I want you

It's not a secret I try to hide

But I can't have you

We're bound to break and my hands are tied

I’m sorry, Damian.

I need to take care of what I left unfinished. Maybe I’ll be back some day. I was being selfish, keeping you close to me without letting you know how I felt. I’m sorry. Thank you for your friendship. I love you. I have from the beginning.

I love you.

~Marinette

Damian sat in the empty apartment, tears spilling as he read and reread her note, holding it to his chest.

“I love you too.”

[acefrogmonarch]

God damn songfic

I have tried three times to make a songfic. It doesn’t even matter if I keep restarting I keep stopping at the same place!! This song so put it on the background if you want! 

Damian came in the sewing room of the Manor. The best place in the world for Marinette if she was struggling about something in her life. Marinette often talked to herself as she worked.

You say there’s so much you don’t know

You need to go and find yourself

“I don’t like how the color turned out. Should I make it darker?” Damian was blessed, even as grew and matured. Even he knew when to appreciate something that wasn’t going to last forever. Knocking on the door, Damian could hear the stumble coming from behind the door.

“Come in!” Damian entered the room to find Marinette plucking off the fabric that was tied up in her feet.

Handing out his hand, Damian waited for Mari to reach out and stand up. Placing the fabric back on her cutting table, Damian stood, placing his hands behind his back.

You say you’d rather be alone

‘Cause you think you won’t find it tied to someone else

“Mari, I wanted to talk.” Marinette didn’t turn around nor did she stop. “I’m listening.” Damian pressed on. “I wanted to bring to your attention that you should take up self-defense lessons.” Marinette stopped at that. “We aren’t having this conversation again.” Whipping around, Marinette stared at him, leaning back on the table, she waited for his reply. 

“We are and will, I’ve already set an appointment with a renowned-” Marinette fought tooth and nail to get away from violence, she wasn’t going to get dragged back in. “No.” Damian stopped talking and marched to her.

“Stop fighting beloved. You need to protect yourself, stop being naive and blind to the world around you.” Marinette pushed back and glared. “I am not!” Damian didn’t move from his spot. “Yes, you are! Can’t you see that not everything is sunshine and rainbows? Not everything is like Paris!” Damian grabbed her shoulders and tightened his hold. Marinette looked away.

“Get out.” Barely a whisper, but it escapes her nonetheless. Damian didn’t need to be told twice. Damian retreated to their room, Marinette waited and cooled down.

“I’m sure he didn’t mean it,” Marinette whispered into the world, sliding down into the ground, sitting on the cool floor. Shaking her head and letting out a hefty laugh.

“No, he did, of course. He did.” Marinette viewed her shaking hands, her powers. Right. She didn’t rely on them. No, she stopped using them ever since last time.

Ooh, who said it’s true

That the growing only happens on your own?

They don’t know me and you

Marinette got up and walked over to their room. Damian sat on the edge of their bed. Looking at his hands in deep thought. “Dami?” Damian didn’t answer or even acknowledge her, but Marinette still urged against everything.

This time louder than before. “Damian.” She was scared, she had to admit that.

I don’t think you have to leave

If to change is what you need

It wasn’t their first fight, not by any means. Nor was she “naive” or “blind” as he had put it. She was optimistic, sure, but that didn’t mean she couldn’t be realistic.

Damian looked up to her and his eyes were filled with dread. Marinette got angry at him. “I’m not naive or blind.” Damian opened his mouth. “No.” Marinette never raised her voice, she couldn’t. But that didn’t stop her emotions from filling her voice in.

“I know things, seen, things. I have learned from my mistakes. And you can not judge me as if you know my struggles.” Damian closed his mouth and looked at his partner.

“I have no idea why you’re trying to push me away. I don’t know if you’re doing it on purpose or not. But,” Damian stood and Marinette hugged him. “Stop pushing me away.” She looked up at him, intertwining their fingers together.

You can change right next to me

When you’re high, I’ll take the lows

“Do you remember our first date?” Damian asked, when Marinette looked up at him, she could see the small smile on his face. “I do, it’s the first night I ever rebelled against my father. It was glorious and worth it in the end.” Damian cupped her face with his other hand, leaning into the touch, she closed her eyes and took in the sentiment. 

The moment was broken by a single word. “I can’t.” Marinette could feel the tears coming, but she bites the inside of her cheek and shut her eyes. 'Now wasn’t the time to be emotional.’

You can ebb and I can flow

And we’ll take it slow

And grow as we go

Grow as we go

Damian as he pulled back his fingers and turned his back to her. “Dami-” Damian glanced to see her fall. Catching her, he clutched her in his arms and glared up at her assailant.

“Father!” Bruce, in turn, didn’t bat an eye. “You said if this went any further you would take care of it.” Damian couldn’t contain his anger anymore.

“And you barely think of her as a human!” Bruce turned around and walked across the room, stopping at the threshold.

Damian pulled out the fast-acting sedative and carried her to their bed. “It’s a meta, I’m just taking a precaution.” Damian snarled at his father’s blunted reasoning.

You won’t be the only one

I am unfinished, I’ve got so much left to learn

“She’s not a precaution! She’s more human than you.” Damian turned back to her and took the few stray stands out of her face and kissed her forehead.

“Habibti, I’ll be back.” Bruce long left the room, but Damian could still feel the tension. Titus, Ace, and Alfred the cat strolled into the room and circling at the end of Marinette’s feet.

“Take care of her.” Damian stood at the side of the bed and changed into his Robin outfit. Glancing back at his little family, he clenched his fist and flicked on his hood. “I’m going out tonight.”

I don’t know how this river runs

Marinette woke up long after Damian left. Groggily sitting up to find Titus, Ace, and Alfred the cat at her feet or side, she carefully moved out of the bed. Still managing to wake them up by accident.

“Sorry guys.” Marinette looked in her dresser and took out black articles of clothing. “I have something to do.” Flicking on the black hood from Damian’s side, she petted the pets one last time.

But I’d like the company through every twist and turn

Opening the window, Marinette turned to the pets. Looking around the room she saw her mini garden that consisted of a single plant.

“Sorry, little one.” Picking up the flower and dirt she created two mini golems, placing the dirt golem on the window sill and the mini flower in her hood. 

Giving the command to the golem to close the window and protect the pets she front-flipped out and rode on the Flower, the vines and petals protecting her.

Plucking a small stem from the flower. “Sorry.” She twirled her fingers and created a mask.

Ooh, who said it’s true

That the growing only happens on your own?

In a distance, Marinette spots two small figures. In hope, she went for them. If her hunch was right, it was Damian and Bruce. Her ignorance wasn’t unnoticed.

Plucking two more stems from the flower she created two more golems. “Scour the surrounds, I need to make sure.” Marinette wouldn’t call herself a villain or hero. Sure, she helped people when they needed it, but she didn’t- couldn’t do anything else but watch from the sidelines.

The ego and self rightness didn’t suit her, helping from the shadows did. It had to satisfy her. Blowing on the golems they floated out of the flower and danced in the sky. “No games little ones.”

Closing her eyes, Marinette focused her attention on Dug, the dirt golem watching their pets. Titus had raced out of the room to find Alfred. “Food? Maybe.” Marinette questioned and opened one eye to avoid a headache as the golem split in size and double in numbers.

 One watching the Titus, the other playing with Alfred the cat. “Stop right there.” Snapping her attention and dissolving the flower petals, Marinette stepped through to see her Lover and Father-in-law. Marinette could feel his gaze pierce through her.

“It was you.”  She wanted to fight back, but her attention was caught by Damian. Who stepped in front of his father. “No.” Marinette touched the building and roared as it shook.

Taking small dust and other small objects to create a giant golem. At first, the golem took a stance. Batman attacked it but Robin stared then turned to the Marinette. “Beloved?” Marinette nodded, covering her face.

They don’t know me and you

“Can we talk now?” Marinette’s muffled voice echoed in the silence. Batman threw a Batarang at Marinette only for it to be deflected by the golem. “Father stop.” Robin jumped in front of Marinette.  

That’s it, I stop there every time. The next time I write this, It’s going to change completely and god damn it. I. WILL. PREVAIL!!

[tylindel]

I posted 71 times in 2022

That's 43 more posts than 2021!

5 posts created (7%)

66 posts reblogged (93%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@ameba-from-space

@izanae

@fandoms-and-writing-and-stuffs

@shamrockace

@when-no-wings-do-broomsticks

I tagged 53 of my posts in 2022

Only 25% of my posts had no tags

#maribat - 23 posts

#mlb x dc - 13 posts

#miraculous ladybug - 11 posts

#ml - 6 posts

#animals - 5 posts

#damian x marinette - 4 posts

#dick grayson - 4 posts

#chat noir - 4 posts

#marinette x damian - 4 posts

#jasonette - 4 posts

Longest Tag: 90 characters

#but then he’s at home and just gets completely totaled by his army of traumatized children

My Top Posts in 2022:

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20) What is your favorite thing about writing fanfic? What about writing in general?

I love that a basis is set out about character so I can take them and stick them in whatever and how ever many situations as I want and see what happens.

For writing in general I gotta say I love being able to bring a random thought or feeling to life through stories and share them with others who might feel the same

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2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

1) fluff

Oh absolutely I love to give hurting characters love which os probably why my second top is…

2) angst

Even if I go in planning only fluff angst in the form of panic attack or grief sneaks in. It allows for the comfort and care from loved ones. I cant commit to just angst though, there is enough sad things in the world lol.

3) songfic

This absolutely, i get most ideas while listening to a song or while thinking of a song. And their are so many good songs out there that can apply (read: Every song is thought out in fic form at some point or another in my brain lol)

4) not beta read

This less so lately. I know how horrible my grammer can be and how easy it is for me to overlook errors if i read and stare at the fic long enough. I am very thankful to have some wonderful writer friends to help me out here.

5 notes - Posted September 17, 2022

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2. Go to your AO3 “Works” page, to the sidebar with all the filters, and click the drop-down arrow for “Additional Tags.” What are your top 3-5 most used tags? Do you think they accurately represent your writing habits?

11. Are you partial to a certain character/pairing or are you more equal-opportunity? If you are partial to any character/pairing, why do you think that is?

14. Are there any tropes you would only read if written by a trusted friend or writer?

16. What’s an AU you would love to read (or have read and loved)?

26. Would you rather write a fic that had no dialogue or one that was only dialogue?

31. What’s your ideal fic length to write?

41. Link a fic that made you think, “Wow, I want to write like that.”

45. What’s something you’ve improved on since you started writing fic?

2. Top 4 additional tags:

1) fluff

Oh absolutely I love to give hurting characters love which os probably why my second top is…

2) angst

Even if I go in planning only fluff angst in the form of panic attack or grief sneaks in. It allows for the comfort and care from loved ones. I cant commit to just angst though, there is enough sad things in the world lol.

3) song fic

This absolutely, i get most ideas while listening to a song or while thinking of a song. And their are so many good songs out there that can apply (read: Every song is thought out in fic form at some point or another in my brain lol)

4) not beta read

This less so lately. I know how horrible my grammer can be and how easy it is for me to overlook errors if i read and stare at the fic long enough. I am very thankful to have some wonderful writer friends to help me out here

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11. Partial to char pairing: yes I absolutely do. I lean towards Daminette with Jasonette a close second when I’m writing. Reading wise I’m equal opportunity.

As for why, well I think it stems from my love of seeing the bad boy/angry boy softening for sunshine/sweet girl. I love bringing a character with trauma or insecurities together with a partner who will see that and do their best to support and soothe them. All while making sure they feel seen and loved beyond imagine.

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14. Tropes only read if friend writes:

Hmm probably gender swaps. Nothing really against it It just does not typically bring me joy *shrug*

Only otherthing i avoid reading unless its by a friend or im in a special mood is true Main Character Death, meaning they dont come back through magic or something.

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16. An AU id love to or have read:

Royalty is always fun, as is fairy tale in that same thread. Vampire is always a reoccurring au/theme I come back to as well. Though i have yet to write a fanfic au with it.

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26. Only dialog or no dialog?

This ones tough I think no dialog would be easier as you can get what they talk about through descriptions of actions. Although you could set a scene with just dialog….hmm yeah, no dialog for me I struggle with convos in my fics generally.

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8 notes - Posted September 17, 2022

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As best as I can make it, this is how I envision Déjouer from the Maribat fic I am working on rn. I will add a link once I post the first half. Marinette with the Fox Miraculous. https://archiveofourown.org/works/38004349/chapters/94921090

25 notes - Posted March 27, 2022

My #1 post of 2022

Hello tumblr!! I have a question for all the Maribat readers who see this!

*This is not my artwork, I am no way claiming the lovely piece of work. If you enjoy it please go to the Webtoon it is fluffy batfam shenanigans!*

Now that I have got your attention (thank you WFA webtoon) I would love to hear who you consider a maribat author celebrity! For example someone you feel is well known and you remember them or their fics frequently.

Here are mine:

@nightlychaotic / chaotic_immortal

@izanae

@batsandbugs IcedAquarius

@jumpingjoy82

@mochegato

@jinx-jade

@boldlyanxious

@liquid-luck-00

@mysnis

AbyssalGuardian

@newdog14

Newsie

Just to name a few of the many many amazing authors out there. Please comment those that you feel are celebrities and share with others so they can also add their thoughts.

106 notes - Posted April 3, 2022

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