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Ladybug: You're an insolent, heartless, arrogant, cynical, selfish piece of shit! Robin: You're such a suck-up! Robin: Fine! What do you want, come with me on patrol or get some combat tips?

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Do you have any AlleyCat headcanons??

Yes, yes I do. Thank you SO much for asking!!! *realizes I don't remember any off the top of my head* Hold on one sec while I gather my thoughts

They. Are. Cat dads. A tabby here, a tux there, they have lots of cats in their apartment, and a few of them probably aren't even theirs. Jason's not sure if he's a fan, but he can live with a few cats if it pleases his favourite person. On the topic of cats, Adrien is Selina's favourite child, and Jason just absolutely looses it every time she brings him up. She's their Number 1 fan, but Adrien is canonically oblivious to EVERYTHING, and Jason straight up thinks this dude don't like him. Selina shakes her head because she's got dozens of cat friends, she knows their body language. They're head over heels.

Jason hates Gabriel (usually more angst if written in a bad dad Bruce fic), as he should. Has he tried to kill him multiple times? You can't prove anything. Has he had to lie to him to keep him away from Adri? Absolutely he has. Gabriel Agreste can go die in a hole for all he cares. Bring back good mom Emilie.

Sometimes Jason will have panic attacks in the bathroom, looking in the mirror, days where the Lazarus rage is boiling inside him, threatening to break through. Days where it's bad enough for it to show in his eyes. Those days, Adrien sits him down, tells stories about running across rooftops, bantering with his friends, helping people. Those days, Jason has to remind himself that it'll be okay, because Adrien has green eyes, and he's the kindest person Jason knows.

If you want more, feel free to hit me up :>

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Yours Truly (21)

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Ch. 21 - Stop the Clock

“Do you Parisian heroes make a habit of getting impaled, or is that just you?”

Marinette wanted to go back to sleep, but a burning pain in her leg and throat kept her mind from drifting off. She almost hadn’t heard the sly remark above her because of it. Almost. Most of her nervous system was currently failing her, but she managed to groan out, “No’ usually, bu’ firs’ for every’fing.”

She was met with a chuckle, and she tried smiling back. She wasn’t sure if she succeeded. Her eyes fluttered open to a blurry world, a black and blue blob staring down at her, and she wondered if this was a pain-induced hallucination. At least the voice speaking to her was nice. Maybe it was an angel?

“Ladybug, I’m so glad you’re okay!”

Adrien?  No, probably Chat Noir. Not that that distinction mattered anymore. It had only been a matter of time until she found out his identity. If not on the field, she would have had to know as Guardian eventually anyway. She just wished it could have been under better circumstances.

When Marinette tried to mumble his name back at him, he quieted her. “No, don’t talk! You’re really hurt right now, and you have to stay as still as possible.”

Staying still sounded nice. She could do that.

“Listen, I know Tikki is slowing the blood loss, but I need her. Someone has to cleanse the akuma and use the miraculous cure. I'll give you Plagg. We just have to do this quickly.” He was stumbling over his words in his panic. “I’m so sorry I let this happen, M’Lady.”

In any other circumstance, she’d hesitate, not wanting to reveal their identities to anyone else. She still wasn’t sure if the black and blue blob was a real person or not, really, but their situation was dire. This would be an issue for her to deal with when she was more coherent. Tikki would understand, she was sure of that at least.

“Spo’s off.”

As soon as the red flash of light disappeared, Marinette began screaming. The pain was too much too soon. It hurt, and she heard Adrien sobbing out apologies as he removed her earrings. He grabbed her hand and despite both of their shaking, managed to slip his ring onto her finger.

Someone held her head down, and she heard another voice whispering, “Mari, it’ll be okay. I won’t leave you, I promise.”

The voice sounded familiar, but she knew there was no way Damian was in Paris with her right now. She listened to it anyway, and thanked the universe for sending her such a comforting gift in her final moments.

“Your partner said you need to call for 'Plagg.' Can you do that?”

A gloved hand was rubbing her cheek, and she leaned into it. She tried nodding, but ultimately gave up in favor of mumbling, “Claws ou’.”

The green light that encased her seemed to ease some of the pain. It had become much more manageable, and she tried to pull her focus onto the hands holding her face to distract herself. She needed to focus on anything but the cold metal in her upper thigh and her scratchy throat.

The hands came loose from her face for a moment, and she tried to follow before they quickly returned, bare this time. They were warm. She leaned into them as best she could.

One hand rubbed soothing circles on Marinette’s cheek, and the other moved up to stroke her hair. She barely felt the tears dripping onto her forehead.

Finally, the world was righted again, and she felt the ladybugs swarming her body before she saw them. It wasn’t very often that she had the chance to feel the miraculous cure from this side, but it felt like nothing in the world had ever made sense before that moment. She felt like she was home.

Marinette began to properly stir, blinking away the blurriness that had clouded her vision. The night was bright with Parisian lights, just like it should have been. She began to that she might have imagined the last however many hours, but her fears were assuaged when she held up a black gloved hand before her eyes. This wasn’t the Ladybug suit, and that certainly wasn’t Chat Noir looking down at her.

Holding her were two men she had only ever seen in the news — Nightwing and Robin. Where had Damian gone? 

The hands still performing ministrations on her head belonged to Robin, and judging by the sopping wet hair Nightwing sported, they were who had pulled her from the Seine.

She blinked up at them before Robin pressed a desperate kiss to her forehead, tears still streaming down his cheeks.

Wait, why was Robin kissing her?

What had happened when she was passed out?

—

Damian had never felt such righteous fury before in his life, not even when his father had gone missing or all the times Ra’s had beat him senseless on the sparring mat. He had arrested many monsters and let them live, but he knew he could never grant such a mercy to the man who had done this to Marinette. This pure soul deserved everything life had to offer, and he would gladly give it to her, which meant destroying Hawkmoth.

He hadn’t had the chance to think better of it before he began pressing a hurried kiss to her forehead; he just needed to feel that she was still there, from his fingertips to his lips. It was rather embarrassing that Dick had been the one to witness it, as well. He wouldn’t say anything of it now, but Damian knew he was never going to live this down.

Yet right now, nothing else mattered. His Mari was safe, her beautiful heart beating in tandem with his. Everything about her was beautiful. Her delicate face, lithe hands, and soft hair felt almost too good to be true. He could live a thousand lifetimes repenting, and he still would never truly deserve her.

Part of him was glad that she had changed suits because the black leather highlighted the deep blush painting her skin. The red spandex would have distracted too much from it. 

Marinette let loose a nervous laugh. “Uh, what did I miss?”

Damian never let his eyes linger from her own, but he could feel the shit-eating grin dancing across his brother’s face. He chose, very pointedly, to ignore it.

“I took too long to get here,” he whispered to her. “I wish you had been able to inform me of this foul bastard tormenting your city. I would have had his head on a platter for you in a heartbeat.”

Dick chimed in, “Wow, kid. You sure know how to woo ‘em.”

Marinette’s face somehow became impossibly redder, and the skin was burning underneath his hands. She tried to sink into herself, but the tight leather suit left little room to hide. The faux cat ears were definitely not helping her.

Before she had the chance to question the vigilante’s familiarity with her, her partner came rushing towards them. He now donned a red and black polka dotted suit similar to the one she had worn earlier. The accessories they had swapped seemed to be the cause of it, but they could discuss this later. Maybe when they hadn’t just watched Marinette thrash around in agony.

The ladybug hero fell onto his knees and threw his body around her, crying into her shoulder, “Thank Kwamis, you’re alright! I don’t think I could have lived with myself if anything had happened to you.”

Marinette pulled a hand up to gently pet her partner’s hair, a soft smile gracing her now less-red face. He buried his face further into the crook of her neck, and she brought her other hand to rub along his back. Damian felt his heart drop at the exchange.

“It’s alright, Minou.” She let out a dry laugh. “Now you know how I feel every time you throw yourself head first into danger.”

Damian was overcome with a sudden possessiveness. He knew who this other boy was. He was Adrien, the boy who had broken Marinette's heart, and the one she still called her best friend. Damian believed that perhaps she was far too forgiving. He would never let anything bad happen to her again.

One of his hands moved to push Adrien off of her, the other still tenderly holding her face. The other boy was caught off guard by the sudden movement, and Marinette’s eyebrows jumped in shock.

“Bug off, Minou, ” Damian growled at him. His hand returned to rubbing her hair back. “She’s mine.”

He felt a sudden smack against the back of his head.

“For fuck’s sake, Damian. I taught you to act better than that,” Dick chided him. Damian swung his head around to meet his brother’s menacing gaze with his own.

“So much for secret identities, Grayson.”

Dick rolled his eyes. “Like she wasn’t gonna find out anyway. What, with your little kiss and confession.”

Heat rose in Damian’s face. Whether it was in anger or embarrassment, he couldn’t say, but suddenly he was tackling Dick back into the river. It wasn’t a ‘confession,’ okay? It was simply a truth she should be aware of. Damian Wayne didn’t do ‘confessions.’

They hit the water in a tangle of limbs and spandex, and Damian swore he could hear Marinette laughing as he submerged into the water. He was overcome with the thought that maybe, it wasn’t so bad to open up his heart to someone. After all, nothing in this world could possibly be sweeter than her voice. 

A kick to the jaw reminded Damian why he had tackled Dick into the Seine in the first place. He was so going to kill him.

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Turn Your Face Towards the Sun (And Let the Shadows Fall Behind You) - Chapter 3 - EditorOfEverything - Miraculous Ladybug [Archive of Our Own]

Chapter 3: And you know, I've been burned

Summary:

Marinette is tested and she learns more about the Order and herself. The Order learns more than they were expecting too.

I'm two weeks late with this update because life has been keeping me busy, but I'm glad I had the extra time to fine tune the next three chapters.

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For readers of 'the things that keep us from falling apart'

Me: *looks at the date of when I last updated* oh whoops

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Okay hi, so like I get that its been a while, but I have reasons.

My goal for chapters 57-59 is one thing: Write them all before posting.

Before I got sick in January, I had been rather ahead of schedule, but alas, life happens at that was no longer the case.

I've been kinda going through stuff, and found my motivation for writing fluctuating often. And also, i kinda jump between fandoms like its hopscotch, so i fell out of the fandom just a tad. I still like it, and the fic is still my baby, and I WILL complete it, it's just taking a lot longer than anticipated.

I'm also struggling with this final arc just a bit. I'm playing with character's that I'm not quite familiar with, but are essential to the plot, so I'm trying my best to not be entirely OOC. And as it is the final arc, my perfectionism is being my worst enemy, so like, I'll write something, and just absolutely hate it. Trying to work through that ain't fun.

Just felt the need to let you all know.

Thanks for the support!

In the meantime, if anyone has comments or questions or anything really, feel free to put them under this post or the last chapter, and I shall do my best to respond :)

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Marinette: 7 years ago when I first came to Gotham, I sent out an email one Friday to the entire Bat-team inviting them to go on a weekend excursion.

Marinette: Only Damian showed up, so it was like a date, and we started dating from that day and got married.

Marinette: Our 6th wedding anniversary is coming up, and we want to go on that same excursion again.

Tim Drake: Oh, I remember it!

Tim Drake: It was that time when Damian asked me to delete your email from everyone else's inboxes!

Marinette: …

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Chat Noir: How can you work with Robin?!

Chat Noir: He's a psychopath!

Ladybug: Oh, that's easy!

Ladybug: I just let him see that I'm an even more dangerous and unpredictable psycho than he is...

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Ladybug: The Batcave is so big and dusty

Ladybug: Do you at least ventilate it?

Ladybug: Do you wipe the Batcomputer with disinfectant or something?

Ladybug: What do you use to make it safe to work in a place like this?

Robin: We have garlic.

Robin: And a cross.

Robin: And an aspen stake.

Robin: And kryptonite bullets.

Robin [under his breath]: And I do carry bug spray with me, but it doesn't seem to work...

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Ladybug: How have you survived with such a sharp tongue?

Robin: In addition to a sharp tongue, one needs either strong arms or fast legs.

Robin: I have both…

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[Damian gives Marinette a massage, she sometimes gasps in pain, but mostly tries to lie down and endure the torture] Marinette [no longer able to bear what caring Damian called a ‘relaxing massage’]: Dami, do you know the difference between massage and BDSM? Damian [continues to massage her back, unperturbed]: Yes. Damian: BDSM has a stop word, and massage doesn't.

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Marinette: You have both a cat and a dog, right?

Damian: Yes, why?

Marinette: I was just wondering.

Marinette: They say that if you call a dog, it comes, and if you call a cat, it only takes note of it.

Damian: Well, if I call Alfred the Cat, he comes right away.

Damian: Because if he doesn't come running, Titus the Dog will come first and eat all the goodies himself.

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Adrien: (tries to pet Titus without asking)

Damian: Don’t. He'll bite.

Adrien: But he's wearing a muzzle!

Damian: I'll take it off...

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[Private messages] Damian: Where are you? Marinette: In Spanish Damian: ¿dónde estás?

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Marinette [dreamily]: yesterday Damian called me a kitten... Alya: don't feel so happy about it yet, girl! Alya: maybe he meant a fat lazy brute with delusions of grandeur Marinette: you say that as if it was something bad…

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Marinette: When I do yoga, your cat always looks at me with some kind of disapproval…

Damian [skeptically]: And why would Alfred the Cat disapprove of you doing yoga?

Marinette: How do I know?! I can’t read his mind!

Marinette: But I'm sure he's thinking something like “She's such a fool! She trains so much, but she still hasn't learned to lick her own butt!”

Alfred the Cat: ...