#marinette Dupain cheng mlbdc

[nxrthmizu]

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Mari and Chloe form a little resistance squad.

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

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

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

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

- She then goes to recruit Luka as Viperion.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- Dami’s around seventeen at that time

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

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

- Plagg follows him discreetly.

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

- Damian refuses at first.

- “But you’re really a black-”

- “no.”

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

- And so he does.

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

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

[ava-oddity]

Y'all are really messing me up with daminette/maribat

I was perfectly fine shipping the Love Square™ and then y'all hit me with that 'angry one is soft for the sweet one' trope. Now I'm obsessed with a ship that could literally never be canon in any sense of the word.

Welcome to crackship hell I guess.

[nxrthmizu]

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

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/Part One//Part Twelve/

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Chloe rolled her eyes. “Chloe Bourgeois.” 

Damian sighed exasperatedly. “Damian Wa-Fu.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Damian hummed. “Sounds interesting.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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/Part Fourteen/

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

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

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/Part One//Part Ten/

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

Warnings: None

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

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

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

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

“Hey.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Thank you. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Presenting to you- Bumblebee in the Sky.” 

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

“Nightingales in the Dark.” 

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

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

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

“May I present to you- Majesty.” 

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

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

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

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

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

“Ready.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

Chloe groaned. “More?” 

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The crowd gasped in surprise. 

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

Cameras scrambled for pictures. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Once backstage, they found Aurore waiting. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

At last, he decided to just call his son. 

“Damian.” 

“Yes.”

“Where are you?” 

“...Why?” 

“I need to meet my daughter-in-law.” 

“No.” 

And then he hung up. 

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

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/Part Twelve/

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

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

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Daminette December Day 9: 'Soulmate AU'

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(More of the Minuit AU, but now we're back in present time. Master Fu had given it to Damian before he moved to Paris, and Damian and Marinette / Minuit and Ladybug have never met)

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Honestly, what did he expect. 

Paris. The City of Love. 

---

Damian had long given up on finding his soulmate. Ever since young, his mother had enforced the idea that soulmates were useless and only a liability- And he had grown to think that he didn’t have a soulmate. Even if he did have one, what kind of soulmate would want him back?

He’d always ignored his soul mark. In fact, he had been ashamed of it. He’d always hidden it from his mother, not wanting to know what she’d think of it. 

The print on his ankle, where his soulmate was supposed to touch him the first time. A hand mark, where her hand clamps around his ankle. He honestly can’t picture a scenario where his soulmate would just lie down and grasp his ankle, which just made the entire thing even more ridiculous. 

Even when he was living with Bruce, he didn’t care about his mark, and since none of his siblings ever asked, he never bothered to mention it. 

He’d given up on all hope of a soulmate- But who knew that she was waiting in the City of Love for him. 

---

It was Alfred’s idea. 

An old friend of Alfred, a man named Fu, had came to visit the Wayne manor, and the moment Fu’s eyes landed on him, he could feel the amount of chaos radiating off the boy. 

While Damian appeared calm and composed on the outside, in the inside... He wasn’t that much calm and composed. More chaotic. His thoughts, whenever he let them free- Would rocket off the walls of his mind, echoing in doubts and all the memories in which he wasn’t good enough. There was always the ‘What if’, and Damian tried his very best to restrain his inner chaos. 

The moment Plagg set eyes on him, the god of destruction claimed his new kitten. Agreste was deemed unfit by Plagg himself, and Ladybug had only aided in taking the cat miraculous away and setting the cat god free. 

And now Fu was looking for a new holder. 

And Damian just happened to be that holder. 

And so, thanks to Alfred’s wonderful suggestion, Damian was shipped off to Paris.

---

‘Annoying’ would be the one word that Damian would use to describe Plagg. 

First of all, the tiny black thing wouldn’t stop calling him ‘Kid’. 

Second, the thing kept insisting for cheese. And Damian had to explain that ‘No, there isn’t any camembert on the plane, you stupid little-’ 

And there was also the problem of the fact that no matter how hard he tried, Damian couldn't force the ring off his finger. In all the hurry of shipping him to Paris to aid Ladybug, no one paused to think about the fact that perhaps, Damian didn't want to be the next Chat Noir. 

The moment he landed in Paris, he had dragged himself to the toilet to begin an intense conversation with Plagg. 

“Take it back.” Damian hissed. “I’ve told you, I don’t want to be the cat holder.” 

Plagg hissed right back. “Ladybug needs a partner!” 

“And why must I be the candidate?” Damian was really fed up at this point. 

“Because Agreste was an abusive cat and he was unfit! He was putting the lady in danger! She needs a competent cat!” 

Damian paused at this, gritting his teeth. 

“Fine.” 

---

He had imagined that he would meet his spotted partner on a calm night where he would convince her to ask Plagg to unclaim him. He did not, absolutely did not imagine that it would be a life-or-death situation. 

The Akuma bell rang, and he ran out of the school, glancing at the sky where the victim was laughing maniacally. Running back in, against the outflow of frantic students, he darted into a toilet stall, hurrying the god to tell him the magic words. 

I’m going to regret this, he thought as he uttered the words: “Plagg, claws out!” 

He ran out into the open, catching the surprised and somewhat offended glare of a blonde. Anger flashed across his mind as it occurred to him that the certain blonde was Agreste- The abusive Chat who wouldn’t take no from the spotted lady. According to Plagg, even though the lady had told him multiple times, Chat kept insisting that they were soul mates even though they weren’t, and he even tried to force a soulmate bond in between them. He bit back a growl at the boy, but continued on his track to where he could already spot the lone red superhero fending off the akuma. 

Pulling out the baton from his back, he slashed the akuma in the stomach, jumping over two rooftops as he did so, landing on his feet lightly. Ladybug didn’t spare him a second glance and continued to push the akuma back with swinging her yoyo back and forth, stopping the victim’s advance. He could see her eyes calculating the entire fight, and she was- Oh. She was eyeing the pouch on the victim- Which must be where the akuma was, Damian figured. 

Jumping forward, he slashed at the belt holding the pouch, grabbing it as he darted away, an impressed glance shining from the bluebell eyes belonging to the superhero. 

“Catch!” He yelled, tossing it to her as the akuma chased him angrily, watching with a questioning expression as she broke the object and caught the butterfly with her yoyo. 

But before she could utter the magic words, the akuma swiped at his legs angrily, causing him to lose his balance as he cried out in pain, slipping down the roof as he began to fall towards the ground head-first.

“No!” He heard her scream just as a hand caught his left ankle- Right where his mark was. Even under the leather material, he could feel the colours bloom where she’d touched him. Grunting a little, she pulled him back up, purifying the akuma after she did so. 

“You okay?” She asked, panting a little. He was quite impressed- He wasn’t light, but she still managed to drag him up from the roof edge all on her own. She wasn’t a girl to be messed with. 

He was quiet for a bit, because after the initial shock faded, he suddenly realised OH she was his soulmate. 

“Thanks.” He said quietly, contemplating on what to say next. 

She shot him a friendly smile. 

She didn’t know that they were soulmates yet. She would only realise when he touched her mark- 

He panicked internally, because where was her mark? What if he touched the wrong part and missed her mark?

“Well, I’ll get going now. My transformation is almost over. I’ll meet you tonight for patrol?” She didn’t give him time to answer, and he supposed she was in quite a hurry as she was on her last spot on her earrings. 

Tonight, then. 

---

Plagg was feeling very triumphant. 

“Ha! Would you look at that! She’s your soulmate!” 

He rolled his eyes, swatting the god aside as he headed for his first class- Well, it wasn’t supposed to be his first class, but the actual first class had been taken up by akuma fighting time. 

The teacher had shot him a friendly smile and asked him to introduce himself. 

“I’m Damian Fu, nice to meet you.” They had agreed that he went as Fu’s adopted son. 

“Marinette, as the class president, could you please take care of our new student?” 

‘Marinette’ nodded and gave him a small smile as he headed to the empty seat next to her at the back of the class. 

“Hey, did you hear about that new Cat that fought with Ladybug today?” He heard one of the students say. Glancing at the first row, he noticed that the blonde flinched upon the question. 

“Yeah, I wonder what’s his name.” Another student added. Huh, he hadn’t thought of that yet. 

“My name’s Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” The dark-haired girl introduced herself. “It’s nice to meet you, Damian.” She smiled sweetly. 

“And you too.” He replied, already thinking about the night’s patrol. 

---

“Plagg, claws out!” 

Once he was on the rooftops, he realised there was a problem. Where would he find Ladybug? But it wouldn’t be that hard, right? She was running around in a red suit. Probably easy to spot. 

But the thing he never thought of was that she was sensible and she was wearing a black jacket and black tights above her suit. 

It took him more than an hour to find her. And when he did finally find her, she was resting at the top of the Eiffel Tower. 

“I looked for you for an hour.” He panted. 

“I waited for an hour.” She replied with a cocky smirk. “We’ll meet here everynight from now on?” 

“Sure.” He panted, still trying to catch his breath. 

“See you, then.” She smiled, already swinging off her yoyo to leave. 

“W-Wait!” 

He rushed towards her, touching the tip of one of her pigtails before it blossomed into a million colours. She swung off, because, well, physics- But he chuckled a little as she swung back, cheeks blushing and eyes shining. 

“I- Wha- I thought I didn’t have a soulmate.” She gasped, forcing the words out. “And all this time-” She stopped herself, flushed. “Well, I suppose since we’re soulmates- I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” 

He was surprised, honestly. The class president? 

“Damian Wayne.” 

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MLBDC AU Part Two: Minuit, LB, Viperion, Monarch, and Bumblebee

 Part two since you guys asked :) BUT NOT PROOF READ 

- So Damian attends school, and yeah.

- He joins the school music band for some reason, and becomes one of the violinists, and this is when he first meets his senior Felix Culpa. 

- He lives in a small apartment above Master Fu’s old massage shop. The shop has been abandoned, so Damian just makes it his and no one questions him so... It’s his now. 

- He turns it into an animal shelter because it’s been two weeks and he’s already adopted a white kitten and he decides to name it Richie (Richard Grayson) after Dick. Richie really likes Plagg and Plagg likes to say that he tolerates the cat but really he adores the kitten 

- After one more month, he adopts an older, grumpy cat, an injured robin (the irony), a large grey stray dog, and an abandoned hedgehog he found in a box. The older, grumpier, cat is named Bruce Wayne, the injured robin is named Drake, the stray is Todd, and the hedgehog is Gordon. 

- He then calls Dick and Dick has Alfred Pennyworth the cat pass through immigration and Alfred Pennyworth the cat joins the Damian Wayne family in Paris. 

- Damian’s starting to love it in Paris because he adopted five pets and there’s no Bruce to stop him. 

- So, Damian lives in his tiny apartment with the formerly-massage-shop-turned-shelter downstairs. He takes out the divisions and gets some concrete walls in with the monthly pocket money Bruce mails him and transforms the massage shop. He sets up transparent pipes that run around the entire shop that Gordon can run around from, and he sets up multiple climbing stuff and shelves that Bruce, Richie and Alfred can enjoy climbing and jumping and doing whatever cats do. He redecorates the backyard and Todd the dog gets a little dog house- And he has a flap so that he can go back into the shop without Damian opening the door. 

- Drake the robin gets freedom to fly around, but Damian has a chip on him so that he can track the bird down because it’s still injured. Drake likes to sit on Damian’s shoulder and often accompanies him to school. 

- When Dick texts Damian to check how he’s doing, Damian sends a selfie of Drake the robin on his shoulder, Todd the dog hanging over his other shoulder, Dick and Alfred (Who are getting along very well) sitting on Bruce, who looks very grumpy. 

- Bruce gets a heart attack because ‘Oh that’s why he’s been using so much money recently’. 

- Back to topic, Drake refuses to leave Damian’s shoulder. And it becomes awkward because if he transforms into Minuit and people see him carrying a Robin on his shoulder it’s not going to be long before they link him to Damian. (He also forgets to tell his family that he’s Minuit)

- So when he goes for patrol or akuma fighting he makes Drake sit in it’s cage until he gets back. 

- Everything is going well for Damian. He’s got his pets, he’s got a house and plenty of space to train, he’s still got his nightly superhero duties, he’s in the school band- He’s comfortable in paris already. 

- But then the problem comes. 

- Marinette goes back to Fu’s shop- He left it for her in his will. 

- She arrives and wtf there’s two kittens one grumpy cat and a large ass dog. Wtf. 

- Then Damian comes back from school and Drake is all ‘Ooh there’s someone’ and he’s like why are you here 

- And Mari is all this is supposed to be my shop my grandad left it for me and Dami goes ‘fuck’

- Damian is like ah shit can I buy this from you then and she’s like ... Fine

- And that’s how Mari suddenly gets two thousand bucks transferred into her account. 

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Here’s part two since you guys askeddddd 

Bonus: 

Todd allows Drake to perch on his head when Damian isn’t around

Bruce the grumpy cat often gets whacked in the face by Alfred the kitten but Bruce the cat doesn’t say anything because Alfred is a kitten and Bruce can’t stand to scold the small kitten

Richie is sort of like the leader. When Damian isn’t around, Todd and Drake often follow Richie. Alfred doesn’t because the rules don’t apply to him. 

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

/Part One//Part Seven/

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Akuma!” 

All three teens simultaneously groaned. 

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

Robin sighed. “I have an idea.” 

—

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

—

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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/Part Nine/

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

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Daminette December Day 16: ‘Hogwarts AU’ [Part Nine]

[Note: This will be a continuation of my Hogwarts AU series, if you haven’t read that yet, use the link >>

/Part One//Part Eight/

Enjoy!!! :D ]

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“Todd, are you an idiot?” Damian scowled angrily, glaring daggers at his brother. Jason opened his mouth to snark back an retort, but not before Dick stopped him. 

“Come on, give the kid a break. He’s stressed out because his girlfriend is coming over for Christmas.” Dick whispered, nudging Jason as he did so. Tim nodded in agreement, giving the youngest son of the Wayne household an encouraging smile. 

“It’ll be fine, Damian.” Tim smiled warmly. “I’m sure she’ll love it.” 

Damian scoffed at his third brother. “I’m not nervous!” 

Alfred, bringing out a plate of cookies, raised an eyebrow. “Are you sure, Master Damian?” 

Damian blushed in embarrassment. “I’m not nervous.” He muttered, refusing to look any of his brothers in the eye. 

Jason, who was notorious for not caring, gave in. “Look, demon spawn, if there’s ever going to be a girl who’s going to love you, it’s her. I’m a 100% sure we could live in a dumpster and she’d be accepting with that.” 

Dick and Tim cast amazed glances at the second eldest of the family. And then that amazement was quickly ended with Jason’s need of adding a snarky remark. 

“Of course, if you screw up and she decides she hates you, maybe you might never get married.” Jason shrugged, trying to hide his embarrassment from having made such a cringe-y pep-talk with his youngest brother. 

Damian internally panicked at his brother’s words, his emerald eyes swarming with worry and anxiety. 

“I’m sure she’ll love our manor, Damian.” Dick soothed, using his wand to levitate a cookie from Alfred’s tray to hand to the green-eyed Slytherin. 

“But maybe she won’t love you.” Jason added, laughing playfully as Damian shot a quick jinx at him angrily. Tim hid a smile, glad to see Damian back in his usual hexing habits. 

“Get back here, Todd!” Damian screeched angrily, and Bruce was heard from his office above. 

“No hexing in the manor!” He hollered, reminding the boys of the no-hex rule. 

Damian growled angrily, chasing Jason into the kitchen. “Fuck that. Get back here, Todd!” 

Alfred watched him with a small smile, putting the next batch of Christmas cookies inside the oven. “Master Damian, please take your hexing out of the kitchen.” He then glared at Jason. “Master Jason, please keep your remarks to yourself or no cookies for Christmas.” 

Jason pouted at this, but not before he yelped, dodging another hex that a still-furious Damian had thrown at him. “Oi!” He yelled. “No hexes in the manor!” 

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“Thank you so much, Madame Bustier.” Marinette thanked for the twentieth time, levitating her trunk by her side. 

The woman smiled warmly at her. “Just have fun, and come back in time for school to began.” 

Marinette nodded, taking a pinch of the Floo powder into her hands, stepping into the fireplace. 

“Gotham!” 

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“Calm down, Damian!” Tim yelled in exasperation. “Please! Enough!” 

Dick tried to say something in the defence of the emerald-eyed boy, but lost himself in getting interrupted by Damian’s agitated pacing of the living room. 

“Can you just stop pacing before I hex you?” Jason growled.

“I’m just-!” Damian threw his hands up in frustration. “Fine!” He plopped down on the chair, crossing his arms as he panicked in place. 

The fireplace suddenly flared green, and out stepped the bluenette that they all had been waiting for. 

“Marinette!” Damian greeted, getting up abruptly from his chair. He whipped out his wand, performing a quick non-verbal spell (Impressive for a first year, but hey, he grew up with three brothers) to levitate her trunk inside as she looked around in awe. 

“It’s so big!” She beamed. “Thanks for inviting me.” 

Damian smiled. “No problem.” He shot Jason a glare when the said boy cleared his throat, wishing to be noticed. “As you know, these are my brothers, and that’s Pennyworth, our butler.” 

Marinette bobbed her head up and down, nodding along with what he said. “You don’t have any house elves?” She asked in surprise. 

“Father doesn’t like them.” Tim informed her, pulling out his wand. “But since there are so many of us in the manor the chores are split between all four of us and Alfred.” 

Marinette oohed in understanding. Then she remembered something. “Damian, can we go see Titus? Please?” She asked, eyes wide and adorable. 

Damian blushed badly, and all his brothers resisted the urge to laugh and awe at the situation. “O-Of course.” He stuttered. “He's outside.” 

Once the two had left, Tim let out a loud wheeze from all the laughter he was penting up. “Did you see him blush?” 

“Damn, demon spawn has it for her bad,” Jason snickered. 

“He’s completely smitten.” Dick chuckled, shaking his head. “Well, who’s up for spying them in the garden?” 

---

Once they were in the garden, Damian let out a sharp whistle, and the pair stood in silence for a while before the black dane came running out, panting happily at the call of his owner. 

“He’s adorable!” Marinette smiled. 

Titus eyed the girl weirdly before looking back at his owner, only to see Damian gazing at her with fond eyes. 

Ah. This must be master’s mate. Titus thought. He woofed, nudging Marinette nearer towards Damian by pushing on her leg with his snout, wagging his tail proudly. His little master got a mate. About time, too. 

“Titus!” Damian scolded, but the dog only continued pushing them together playfully. 

“Seems like Titus ships them as much as we do.” Dick whispered from behind a bush. “Dang, we go loads of Daminette shippers in here.” 

“Indeed, Master Dick.” Alfred replied, wiping a tear from his face. “Master Damian is growing up so fast.” 

“Let’s hope she doesn’t ditch him.” Jason remarked off-handedly, only to be whacked on the head by multiple people at the same time. 

“Either join Daminette club or leave, Jason.” Tim scowled. 

Up above the garden, looking below from the window, was Bruce. He was very proud. His son had made a good choice, and he rather liked the bluenette. Using the muggle device called a ‘camera’ he snapped a photo, smiling. “For the Daminette club.” 

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/Part Ten/

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Aye it’s been a long time but I finally updated this :D 

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Daminette December Day 5: “Fire”

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

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Fire. 

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

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

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

And then it hit him. 

Fire. 

Something that provided warmth. 

Marinette provided warmth. 

Check.

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

Ah, that would be him. 

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

Marinette bit her lip. “A little.” 

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

She mumbled. “I suppose so.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

[Damian Wayne]

She has entered the building.

{Luka Couffaine]

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

[Damian Wayne]

I’m on my way.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Yo! What’s up, dudes?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“David Wayne.” Luka reminded her. 

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

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

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

Lila spluttered at this. “W-What?” 

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

“W-Why are you here?” Lila froze. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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Daminette December Day 8: 'Robin Hood AU'

(This is like the AU that the dancer one took place in, but in medieval times, so it's like a parallel universe that's a few eons younger. Minuit is basically Chat but without powers, also, he's not Adrien.)

The French people knew him by the name he carried- A name meaning midnight, darkness, black. 

Minuit. 

The cat thief, the one who stole from the wealthy and gave to the weak and poor. Half of France admired him, and the other half loathed him. It was an ever growing controversy over whether he was a hero or not. The rich men argued that he was a thief, of course, and the poor men argued that he was a hero. It was a never ending war in the fight over the actions of a single man. 

That was what he was in Marinette's mind- Before she met him. 

"Lady Marinette, it's time to go meet your fiancé.” Her handmaiden told her softly, bowing as she entered the chamber. 

Marinette gazed at the balcony sadly, almost disappointed. As if she was waiting for someone. 

"Of course." She whispered, gathering her dress and walking out of the room, unaware of the glowing green eyes watching her sadly. 

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"Your wedding to Monsieur Agreste will take place in three days, Marinette." Her mother reminded her. "Are you nervous?" 

Marinette was silent. No, she wasn't actually nervous- Well, not for the wedding day itself. She was nervous for the rest of her life with a man she didn't love. But what well-off family in their right mind would allow their only daughter to marry a thief that all the rich hated? 

"No, mama." Marinette answered softly, tucking her hair behind her ear as she looked up wistfully. Catching a flash of black cloth, hardly noticeable in the background of the sky in the same shade, her eyes brightened. "I'll be retiring to my chamber now, mama." She could hardly contain the excitement in her voice. He was here! 

"Minuit!" She greeted happily when she came face to face with the cat thief, who was sitting on her balcony, waiting patiently for her like he always did. "You're here." She smiled, her heart fluttering and soft. 

"I'll always be here, angel." He replied softly, stroking her cheek gently. They sat in silence for a while like that, and then he asked the question that had been nagging at his mind for days. 

"When's the wedding?" 

Marinette turned away, not wanting to be reminded of the looming event ahead. She knew he was patiently waiting for an answer, but she couldn't bear to break it to him. 

"We still have time, right? You can delay it? Break the engagement off?" She knew him well- As composed and cool as his voice was, she could sense the tone of desperation in his words. 

"It's in three days, chaton." She whispered, finally turning to meet him in the eyes only to see pain crash into them like a typhoon. "I'm getting married in three days, Minuit." 

He shook his head, as if it would help the situation. "No, no." He wouldn't accept it. How could he? The woman he loved was getting married to another man- And if she was willing, that would be fine- But she was unwilling! 

"I'm sorry, Minuit-" 

"No!" 

He growled at her for the first time since their meeting, and then he dashed off into the dark, his black cloak shielding him from sight. Marinette broke down into tears, seeing her beloved run away. They were both just young birds in love, only to torn apart by an arranged marriage. Two broken hearts, shattered. 

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The next day, it was discovered that the roses and lilies that had been bought in preparation for the wedding were stolen. By Minuit, no less. It had brought a little smile to her face, but the smile was quickly replaced by a pained, wistful, heartbroken smile as she thought about what she would say to him that night. 

It seemed she didn't have to waste her thoughts on it, because he never visited her that night. 

Or the night after. 

She was sitting on the balcony, watching the darkness swim and swallow everything black in sight. He had always used that to his advantage, she thought wistfully. He'd always been hidden, out of sight- 

And now that she had one more day before her marriage... 

She would only see him one more time. 

Right? 

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Her fiancé was a nice, strong man. He was well known for his beautiful, glowing green eyes- He was tall, and wealthy, and had a good figure. He was kind, and generous, and extremely forgiving. 

Maybe a life with him wouldn't be that bad. The thought had grazed her mind briefly, and then she glanced at the sunrise in the early hours of the morning. The quietness always amazed her- The quiet sky, only occasionally interrupted by the chirping of the bluebirds awakening. 

"Marinette! You must be married today!" Her mother burst into the room, interrupted Marinette's peaceful sunrise watching in the early hours. "The priest had a dream last night. It'll be unlucky to marry tomorrow! You must be married today!" 

And just like that, she was rushed out of her room and quickly fitted into her wedding dress, properly tidied up and cleaned after hastily. 

"Mama?" She had asked quietly as the maids fussed around with the folds in the wedding dress, which, she had to admit, was gorgeous, really, but it was just... The man that she was marrying. 

"Yes, darling?" Her mother panted, busying around with the preparations being pulled one day earlier. They had replaced the roses and lilies had been replaced by a bunch of bluebells that had been anonymously delivered to the front door of the Dupain-Cheng mansion, so the family took it as a sign that the wedding was fated to happen on that day. 

"Madam, the gold veil is missing! It's Minuit again, he left a note!" A maid told her mother hastily, handing over a yellow parchment. 

"That dratted cat! Never mind, then. You, go get me the white dress in my closet. We'll make a veil out of that!" Her mother instructed, growling angrily at the thief under her breath. 

"Ac-Actually, miss, he left this in place to the gold veil.” The maid hesitated, showing the lady of the Dupain-Cheng household a beautiful silver veil, much more simpler and elegant (And lighter, too) than the gold one. There were some pearls sewn into the white and silver lines, and the veil was obviously very expensive. 

Madame Dupain-Cheng stared at it for a while before quickly shouting out some orders to make a few quick fixes, and within moments, the veil was on Marinette's head, hiding her dark blue bangs within the silver fabric. 

"What were you asking just now, dear?" Marinette's mother asked, fussing with adjusting the veil as Marinette winced a little. 

"Um, you've always said that my- My fiancé has green eyes- Everyone knows that- But... What other features does he have?" Marinette asked, hesitant. She'd never met her fiancé before... 

"Well, he has... Blonde hair, I think?" Mama Dupain-Cheng told her off-handedly as she continued to fuss. 

"Oh." Marinette sighed, going quiet for the rest of the minutes that ticked by slowly until the wedding bells would ring. 

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She walked down the aisle, accompanied by her father as she tried to make her family proud. She would be marrying the heir of the Agreste family! That was the dream of many girls in the country, but... Only a certain dark haired cat thief was lingering in her mind. 

When the veil was lifted off, she gazed up to meet the darkest, yet somewhat glowing green eyes she'd ever seen. Dark black bangs covered his forehead, and a small smile graced his lips. 

"Will you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng," The priest started, and Marinette blocked out the noise, only paying enough attention to know when to say 'yes'. 

"I like this veil on you way more than the gold one." Her fiancé murmured under his breath, loud enough for her only to hear. It startled her quite a bit, and then she looked up, shocked, at him, only to see a familiar cat-like smirk. 

Minuit was the one who stole the gold veil and swapped it with the silver one she was wearing. 

"I see they've made some alterations, but, oh well." He smirked, still holding her hands tightly in his. "Do you like the bluebells? I thought they matched your eyes more than the roses and lilies.” 

Marinette let a little giggle escape. Of course! How could the dark haired man in front of her be the heir of the Agreste family? The Agrestes were well known for being blondes, she remembered. Blonde. She turned to see the supposed 'Mr Agreste' being another dark-haired man with blue eyes, and when she made eye contact, the man smirked. He knew, too! Behind her 'fiancé', there were also some other men with dark hair and blue eyes- His partners, she supposed. When she turned to glance at the priest, she realized that it was another (Slightly older) dark-haired man, with blue eyes-

The priest! 

Didn't the priest say that it was bad luck to get married on the next day? 

And if the priest was on Minuit's side, say, was family- 

Oh! 

Minuit had been planning the 'wedding' for the past three days. 

Oh! 

"Yes!" She grinned, bursting with happiness. 

"And will you, Da-" 

"Yes, I will." He interrupted the priest, who only rolled his eyes good-naturedly. 

Then he scooped her up and kissed her like no tomorrow. 

---

"So, these few days you've been hatching your grand scheme, no?" She asked with a laugh as they rode off in the white carriage that he had also prepared. 

He sent her an apologetic smile. "Sorry, angel. I was busy, so I didn't visit you." 

Marinette giggled. "Never mind those two days. You can make it up to me for the rest of our lives." 

He smiled fondly at her, thanking the gods that he had such an amazing father, brothers, and the very convincing 'priest' aka Alfred the butler. It had taken a lot of brainstorming and some swapping of the items and decorations and such to make things more... Perfect, but it had all come up beautifully. And now he had an amazing wife and Agreste could go and wonder where in hell his wife had gone. 

"Name's Damian Wayne, by the way." He grinned. "And now, you are Madame Marinette Wayne. Nice ring to it, don't you think, angel?" 

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Daminette December Day 7: ‘Dancer AU’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“Who stole your song?”

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

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

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

“Anything for you, angel.” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

... Minuit?

"Damian Wayne." 

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Daminette December Day 14: ‘Power Swap AU’

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Same Minuit Au, where Damian is the black cat. 

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Regular old night out chasing akuma. The usual. 

Ladybug grunted, snapping her yoyo at the akuma, earning a pained screech out of the victim. “Why is she so fast?” She grumbled, grappling off someone’s balcony in an effort to swing closer to the akuma. 

“You’re just slow.” Minuit retorted, jumping by, using his baton to give him the momentum he needed between leaps. 

Ladybug shot him a dirty look, snorting when Minuit’s belt caught on a satellite dish of someone’s apartment. Minuit recovered pretty quickly, looking embarrassed, and the dark-haired girl gave her fellow partner some mercy and didn’t say a word. 

“We’re almost onto her. Circle back and come from the other side so we can corner her and get this over with. I have a test tomorrow and I need sleep.” Ladybug instructed, making a conscious effort to prevent a yawn from escaping her mouth. 

Minuit nodded without any argument, and made a detour to circle around the akuma as the lady had said. 

“Well done, Swapper!” Hawkmoth cackled. “Now, swap their powers and take their Miraculousess!” 

Ladybug rolled her eyes as the akuma responded with a quick ‘Yes Hawkmoth’. Honestly, did that old butterfly man never get any sleep? Apparently not. 

“Alright Swapper, time to end this little game.” Ladybug snapped, her weariness affecting her state of mind. Her yoyo flew out at the akuma, snatching the akuma off guard. 

“Not so quick.” The akuma smirked, sending a blast to a nearby column, revealing a once-hiding Minuit behind. Pointing one of each hand at both heroes, a quick zap left both heroes feeling dazed and... Weird. 

“What did you even...?” Ladybug murmured, looking down at her hands. Shaking her head, dismissing it as a failure of the akuma’s powers, she threw her yoyo out, only for the akuma to dodge, resulting in her wrecking absolute chaos in a chimney, breaking the entire thing down into dust clouds of cement. 

“What the hell, bug.” Minuit blinked, looking at the chimney his partner just demolished. 

“The-That wasn’t supposed to happen?” Ladybug stuttered, looking absolutely baffled. “I- I don’t-” 

It hit him when the akuma cackled. Of course. If he was’t mistaken... 

“Come at me, buggy~” The akuma teased, prompting his partner, who moved forward, only to fall through a weak part of a roof into someone’s house. The akuma cackled, jumping in after the lady, but not before Minuit extended his baton, catching the akuma by the fabric of her dress, tossing her to where the demolished chimney was. 

It was a few seconds that he had, but... 

Minuit tossed up his baton, looking really unsure as he murmured the words. “Lucky charm?” 

A faint black glow flashed from the maximum height his baton flew up to, and it dropped back down with a mirror. Minuit groaned “Oh come on. Don’t tell me I have to wrack my brain for how the hell to use this.” 

By the time he summoned his ‘Lucky Charm’, Ladybug had crawled out of the nearly half-demolished building, coughing from the dust. “Where... Did a mirror come from?” 

Minuit didn’t quite know how to explain. “I... Summoned a lucky charm.” 

To say she was appalled was an understatement. “You did a what?” 

“Hey, I’m pretty sure you could do a cataclysm right now.” He defended himself. “In fact, I’m rather sure that you already pretty much did, without even saying the words.” He gestured at the ruin apartment they were fighting on. She shrugged. 

“Fair point.” Readying her yoyo, she sighed. “Well, what’s the plan, then?” 

Minuit nodded. “Just cover me.” 

Already beginning to draw her yoyo into a fast spinning circle, Ladybug nodded. “You got it.” As soon as the words were out of her mouth, she was darting towards the akuma, parts of the roof crumbling under her feet. Minuit had never expected for Ladybug to be that destructive. He did not want to imagine how chaotic she could be with the actual cat miraculous.

Her yoyo was flying so fast that it was just a blur of spinning red, and as she advanced on the akuma, her yoyo slashed across the akuma quickly, barely seen by the bare eye. The akuma attempted to block her, fumbling with her staff to defend herself. 

Swapper had begun to realise that swapping their powers only made the two more powerful. Growling in frustration, the akuma raised her hand to swap again. 

She threw a blast at Minuit, only for him to luckily avoid it by pulling a mirror in front of him, and the next thing she knew- She had swapped powers with- 

With- 

Hawkmoth...? 

“Hawkmoth? What’s happening?” She asked, the butterfly mask appearing on her cheeks. Only thing was, she was the one controlling ol’ Hawky now. 

With a little purple flash, her costume changed- Into a purple suit with lavender collars. A wand with a purple orb on the top appeared in her hands, and...

The butterfly miraculous flashed onto the middle of her suit. 

Ladybug lunged at the flooring of the roof, yelling: “Cataclysm!”, causing the roof to cave, and with a quick snatch of his baton, Minuit had caught the girl and had the miraculous in his hand. 

“That was not how I expected it would go down.” Minuit carefully said, setting down the detransformed, confused, girl down. 

“Not what I expected either, but.” Ladybug shrugged. “Oh well.” 

[I feel like i went a little off-topic for this one, but... Aish, my writing’s getting worse. Also, Damian was a little OOC]

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Daminette December Day 10: ‘Fluff’

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Minuit shrugged. “Take a guess.” 

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

Minuit nodded in agreement. 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

“So, how was patrol?” 

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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| honoured | day 16

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prompt | Royalty AU

pairing | Damian Wayne x Marinette Dupain-Cheng 

words | 1.7k 

author’s note | Hi watch me indulge myself in this because it’s everything I’ve ever wanted in a royalty au 

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“You’re all pathetic.” Damian hissed, twisting the sword out of yet another knight’s grip. “How are you supposed to protect me when you can’t even beat me in a duel?” His sharp words glared at the line of knights that had applied to be Gotham’s prince’s personal guard. None of them lived up to his expectations, and at this point Damian wasn’t even surprised anymore. 

He huffed impatiently. “Is that all you lot have got?” 

“May I try, sir?” Spoke a knight that was way too short and way too small in comparison to the line of other silver-clad men. A pair of bluebell eyes met the prince’s emerald ones, a spark of determination and confidence glinting in them. 

Damian sighed, eyeing the spark in the bluebell eyes, a smirk overcoming his features. How naive, he thought. He couldn’t wait to smite out that light in those bluebell eyes. 

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He didn’t. 

The room was completely silent as Damian’s sword flew across the room with a clang, twisted quickly out of his grip as the small knight surprised him with the sudden attack. It was so quiet that the failed knights could hear the prince’s shallow, panting breaths that hurried to pay off the oxygen debt in his muscles. 

“... What is your name.” The prince’s voice was deadly quiet as he stared into the blue eyes. The knight slid the helmet off, dark blue hair tied up in a ponytail, flushed cheeks painted red from the ten continuous minutes of unending parrying. 

“Marin Cheng, sir!” 

The failed knights watched with bated breath as the prince stared down coldly at the shorter knight. They had underestimated the knight greatly- No one thought that the small midget stood a single chance against the prince, who was one of the best swordsmen known throughout the kingdom. 

“...” He surveyed Marin with a careful eye. “Very well. See Mr. Pennyworth about your new living arrangements.” The words were unspoken, but the whole hall was clear about what the prince had left unsaid. 

You are my personal guard. 

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Marin never left Damian’s side, per his request. His personal guard’s job was to follow him around to ensure he was never outnumbered in an ambush- And he had to admit, Marin’s presence was rather enjoyable. The small knight was not made out of a lot of muscle- But certainly had the wits and deftness to make up for the lack in size. 

The knight quickly learnt that there were times when Damian wanted the air to be filled with chatter, and when he did not. During the times that he wanted to rid of the silence, the blue-haired knight would begin talking animatedly, chatting about anything and everything around them- The bushes around the royal garden, the new bakery that opened downtown, the new uniform for cadets. And when the prince valued his silence, the blue-haired knight would keep quiet and simply follow the emerald-eyed teen around. 

“Marin.” 

The knight was sitting on the floor of Damian’s private library, flipping through a book with the prince’s permission. Blue eyes glanced up instantly, the book forgotten quickly as the knight waited for the prince’s instructions. 

“I’m bored.” Damian pushed the documents he was supposed to read aside. “Fence with me.” 

The two of them were in the palace courtyard in a while, both their swords drawn as the prince stepped forward with the first move. The metallic ringing of sword on sword rang through the courtyard, the blows consistently repeating as the prince parried his knight’s attack. 

“You’ve gotten better, my prince.” Marin commented with a slight smile, blocking another of Damian’s attacks. 

A smirk slipped onto the prince’s features. “Of course.” 

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Months flew by uneventfully, Marin moving seamlessly into the prince’s life, getting used to the daily schedule of the emerald-eyed teen. Marin would be up at 5am, training alone in the empty courtyard until 6, when a shower and a quick pop-in to the kitchen would be needed. At 6.30, the knight would accompany Damian to breakfast and the rest of the day would be spent in the study or in the courtyard. 

Of course, Marin’s appointment as the prince’s personal guard brought a lot of attention in the form of jealousy and hate in the knight’s direction- But most of the time, these glares were simply dismissed by Marin. The other knights started trying to find any sort of dirt on the personal guard, knowing there was no way they could outmatch Marin in skill. 

And fortunately for the other knights, (And unfortunately for Marin), the blue-haired knight had a giant secret. 

The blue-haired knight shrieked in terror as the other silver-clad men dragged her into the middle of the king’s court, wrapped in only a white towel, all of her secrets laid out after they ambushed her in her morning bath. 

“Sir!” One of the knights said with a scoff. “We have an imposter among us.” 

It was clear now, without the wall of her silver armour to hide in, that Marin was actually a Marinette. Her long, dark blue hair covered her bare shoulders like a curtain of ivy, her bluebell eyes sharp in fright of the king’s reaction. 

“Prince Damian’s personal guard...” The knight continued, eyeing her hatefully and with a glint of victory. “Is a woman.” 

Before anyone could express their surprise at this discovery, the doors of the hall slammed open, as loud as a thunder clap across the kingdom’s skies. The furious prince stood in the middle of the doorway, marching to the centre of the court with narrowed eyebrows and a displeased frown. 

“What is this?” He demanded, eyes flitting over to the nearly-naked woman sitting in the centre of the hall.

“Damian,” King Bruce begin slowly. “It seems that your personal guard is... A lady.” 

‘Infuriated’ didn’t even begin to describe the prince’s expression. “And?” He snapped, turning to point his glare at the knights that surrounded the blue-haired knight. “She’s more than competent at her job. More competent than you lot, actually.” 

“My prince, with all due respect, don’t you think it’s inappropriate to have a lady as a knight?” One of the silver-clad men spoke up with a raised eyebrow, his fellow knights murmuring their agreements. 

The prince sucked in a deep breath before sharpening his ice-cold glare. “I am to be the future king of this country.” Hissed the emerald-eyed prince. “And if the knight, whether a she or a he, is capable of holding he or her ground in a duel against me, which, may I remind, you lot weren’t, then I would be nothing less than honoured to have her fight by my side.” 

Silence rang deafening volumes in the courtyard as men registered the fact that Prince Damian- The ice prince himself- Just admitted to be honoured to fight in someone’s else company- Never mind the fact that the someone happened to be a woman. 

“Father.” Damian said in an icy tone, shedding off his cloak to wrap around Marin- No, Marinette’s shoulders. “These knights clearly have no concept on respect and privacy. They dragged out a woman in nothing but her towel into the centre of a hall. Father, surely you don’t believe that these people here deserve to be knights?” 

The king hummed thoughtfully. “You do have a point. I don’t suppose they do.” 

“Your majesty-” 

“Alfred, have these men be removed from the palace premises and be stripped of their knight titles, please.” 

“Father, if I could make one more request?” 

“Speak.” 

Damian stood up, a cold fire burning in his eyes that would later lead him to be a fair and just ruler. “I would like to allow capable women to join knight ranks officially.” 

The court was so silent that you could hear the pen scratching of Mr. Pennyworth, who was busy making arrangements and smiling proudly at the emerald-eyed prince’s request. 

“That is an interesting request, Damian.” The king smiled thoughtfully. “Have your proposal on this new law finished and on my desk by tomorrow afternoon.” 

The prince nodded his head, gripping his personal guard’s shoulders as he helped her stand. “Thank you, father.” He said, emerald-green eyes glinting at the now former-knights as he guided Marinette out of the hall, the doors slamming close as if nothing had just happened. 

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 “Did you know this whole time?” Marinette asked quietly, now decked out more comfortably in her knight gear. The prince and his personal guard were seated on the stone steps of the courtyard, the sun beating down into the ceiling-less area. 

“... Ever since you beat me. Yes.” Came the prince’s answer as he watched the blue-haired woman wipe his sword clean. “You were too small-built to be a man. Your shoulders aren’t wide enough.” 

“I see.” 

Silence resumed as the blue-haired knight fidgeted awkwardly on the step, her hands moving quickly to make the metal shine under the glow of the sun. 

“You don’t have to always wear your armour around me.” Damian mused quietly, leaning against one of the pillars comfortably. “You can just wear a shirt. It would be easier for you to move around. And since everyone knows anyway,” He shrugged. “No point in you trying to cover up with your armour anymore.” 

Marinette blushed at the prince pointing her out blatantly. “I... Yes, my prince.” 

“Go change. I want to duel for a bit before I have to draft up my proposal.” He said lazily, flicking his hands at her. “I’ll practice on my own first. Hurry up.” 

He watched her retreating back, the clanks of her armour gradually getting softer as she returned to her room, which was only a corridor away from his. His mind flickered back to the day he first met her- Damian thought he’d never lose to a man in swordplay. 

And he was right. 

He lost to a woman. 

A woman by the name of Marinette Cheng. 

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Oh oh and I'm pretty proud of this because I didn't use she/her at all before Marin's gender reveal :)

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Prompt: ‘First Kiss’ 

Pairing: Daminette

Words: 1,562 Words 

A/N: ANGST ANGST ANGST ANGST then fluff 

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The first kiss. 

The first, special moment when two souls meet and use a wordless action to express their feelings for each other. Alternatively, it could be a completely spur-of-the-moment, thoughtless, and immediately regretted in the next moment. 

Because that’s what then fifteen-year-old Marinette’s first kiss had been like. 

Oh, she had regretted it the moment their lips touched, because she knew instantly they were two puzzle pieces that were clearly not meant to fit. She had stumbled backward, staring into Luka’s hurt, guilty aqua-blue eyes. 

“I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have taken advantage of the situation like this, I don’t know what I was thinking...” Luka’s smooth voice immediately erupted into an endless line of apologies. If Marinette was a normal-functioning human-being, she would cut him off and kiss him one more time, because who in their right mind would turn down a perfect, adoring, affectionate potential boyfriend like Luka? 

Only she wasn’t in her right mind. 

She knew it was eventually going to drive her to her breaking point. Adrien had come to her, time after time, asking for advice on how to woo Kagami. Any other girl would’ve refused to help instantly, steering clear of the repetitive heart-break that would’ve resulted from the blonde model’s constant onslaught of questions. 

Why did she have to be so soft-hearted for him, again? 

“Do you think she’ll like white or dark chocolate more?” He asked with a hopeless smile on his lips. 

She fumbled for an answer, mind drawing to a blank. She had mumbled a random, probably completely irrelevant and unbelievable excuse before running off like a coward, she thought to herself. Before she knew it, she had broken down crying in a park, sobbing the build-up of her pain and anguish until her breath caught and she had to stop to breathe. 

“Marinette?” 

The moment she heard her name roll off his tongue, she wanted to kill herself for the heart-break she had been causing a particular blue-haired guitarist. He persisted in caring for her, even after she had told him that she couldn’t find it in her heart to love him. He deserved so much more, especially since he was... Well, he was Luka. 

Her mind was screaming against her actions, but she collapsed into his arms anyway, crying out her sorrows. His hand patted her back comfortingly in a steady rhythm, soothing her in ways no one could. 

“I’m sorry, Luka...” She murmured quietly, hiccuping and still trying to find her breath after her fifteen-minute-long breakdown. 

“Don’t be.” He told her softly, fingers caressing her cheek and making her meet his eyes. 

The next thing she knew was that they were kissing. And then she was pushing him away, and there was so much hurt and guilt staining his eyes, but she just couldn’t find it inside her to love him. 

“I’m sorry.” 

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Damian’s first kiss, on the other hand, had been of a similar affair. He had been fifteen then, in the period in which girls would lust after him restlessly, shamelessly, and without any thought towards how annoyed he was getting. He dreaded the day called ‘Valentine’s’... It was when the girls were at their worst. Someway or another, they all mustered u enough courage (Or stupidity) to approach him in hopes he would accept their... Crushes. 

“Don’t look so upset!” Jon chastised. “If you don’t want to eat the chocolate, you can always give it to me.” 

Damian rolled his eyes at his best friend’s antics, ignoring the buzz and annoyance the school corridors brought to him. As expected, there was a pile of chocolates and pink-themed gifts waiting in a pile by the side of his locker. 

“Take it, Jon. Take it all.” He told his friend nonchalantly. “Eat until you get diabetes. This whole stash can last you for six months.” 

“Damian!” 

The green-eyed teen clicked his tongue in annoyance, yelping in surprise. As he turned, the girl who had called his name lunged at him, furiously pressing her lips on his. On instinct, he shoved her away roughly, dropping to the floor and knocking out her legs. The girl squealed, taken by surprise. 

Students all around started to whisper, as they do, while Damian tugged out a tissue from his bag pocket, wiping his mouth furiously. “Jon, you wouldn’t happen to have a sanitiser, do you?” He snapped, anger and disgust blazing in his eyes. “I’ll have you know that I can sue you sexual assault.” His tone was venomous, and he relished in the pure terror in her eyes. “Let’s go, Jon.” He said coldly, turning on his heels without another glance at the girl, who had started crying as everyone else in the corridor either offered her sympathetic looks, laughed, or just rolled their eyes at her sheer stupidity. 

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Five years after their individual first kisses, Damian and Marinette met for the first time, in the business class of Gotham University. 

Fortunately for the two of them, their first kiss together did not involve a girl crying. Instead, it went more along the lines of this: 

“Where are you going, Damian?” Bruce raised an eyebrow at his son, who was trying to be discreet while sneaking out, and was actually failing at said sneaking out. 

Before Damian could make an excuse, Alfred the great saviour popped out from the kitchen. “Master Damian is going out to meet his friend for a study date, I believe.” Alfred offered helpfully. “Master Damian, I have prepared some cookies for you and your friend to share.” 

Bruce spluttered. “A study date?” He screeched. Okay, maybe he did not screech, but he was surprised. 

“Yes, Master Bruce. Damian had been courting Miss Marinette for two months.” Alfred nodded with a proud tone in his voice. “You’re going to be late if you stay any longer, Master Damian.” He reminded helpfully, the green-eyed young adult excusing himself with a blush on his face. 

Bruce stared at Alfred, gaping. “Two months?” 

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“My dad found out today.” Damian supplied helpfully, munching on one of Marinette’s macarons as the two of them mulled over Marinette’s various colour-coded notes and Damian’s typed and printed ones for their upcoming test. 

“That’s nice.” She hummed, popping one of Alfred’s cookies into her mouth. “How did he react?” 

“He screeched.” Damian scoffed. “Like you said he would. Here’s your ten bucks.” 

Marinette grinned triumphantly. “I told you he would screech!” The bluenette laughed victoriously, the green-eyed boy watching her fondly as he rolled his eyes good-naturedly. 

“Yeah, yeah. You win this one. I’m betting that once my brothers find out, chaos shall ensue. Once they find out, I’m going to hide you underground because trust me, it’s not going to be pretty.” He grimaced. “I’m surprised I managed to hide it this long.” 

“Alfred knew from the very beginning.” Marinette reminded him, flipping through one of Damian’s printed notes. 

“Alfred doesn’t count, he always knows. You can’t hide anything from Alfred.” Damian dismissed.

Marinette stuck her tongue out at him. “Just admit that you’re bad at hiding things from Alfred.” 

“I am not! It’s just that it’s really impossible to get anything past Alfred!” He defended. 

“You’re just being a sore loser.” She teased, laughing when he threw a stack of notes her way. “Now you’re playing dirty!” 

Damian made a face. “I just gave you ten bucks!” 

“That’s completely irrelevant!” 

At this, Marinette tackled Damian to the ground, pushing him down. They were already seated on the wide, open floor of Marinette’s apartment’s attic, surrounded by fluffy cushions and blankets, so their landing was soft. That wasn’t what they were concerned about, though. 

“Um.” Damian coughed awkwardly, not daring to move as he observed how Marinette was pinning him to the floor, one hand on either side of his face. A blush erupted across his cheeks. “Um.” He said, slightly louder this time. 

Marinette rolled her eyes. “Oh, shut up.” She swatted at him playfully, the male taking his chance to turn the tables, throwing Marinette off him and pinning her down. 

“What a game changer.” He mocked, dodging the light slap Marinette aimed at him. “Gosh, you need to improve your aim.” 

“Yeah, yeah.” 

Silence fell in the attic, only the brief flapping of paper heard in the attic. Damian stared into the swirling, blue eyes of his two-month-long girlfriend. If there was one thing that had changed once he started dating Marinette, after the bluenette muttered up the courage to ask him out after their six-month-long, playful, constantly-throwing-insults-at-each-other friendship, it was that he started doing things without contemplating the results like a chess game. In a good way. 

In the same way, he pressed his lips to hers without thinking. 

When he drew back, both their faces were flushed, red painted across their cheeks. “There’s no hiding this one from Alfred, either.” He muttered after a moment, rolling off the bluenette when she burst into a laugh. 

“Cause you’re horrible at hiding things from him, just admit it~” She teased in a sing-song voice, laughing as he lunged towards her, tickling her sides. “Stop! We have to study for our- Test!” She laughed in between her words, bluebell eyes twinkling in happiness. 

Both their individual first kisses had not exactly been... Smooth, but to say that they were satisfied with their first kiss together was an understatement. 

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@how-to-fuction-properly​ here’s your second request! Sorry it took so long :) 

- Cady 

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| silence in gotham | day 19

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@daminette-december2019-2020

prompt | anti-hero

pairing | Damian Wayne x Marinette Dupain-Cheng 

words | 1.4k

author’s note | Ahaha did I do an entire research on what anti-heroes are for this? yes

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Silence, in Gotham, was never a good thing. 

For a city plagued with villains that popped out one after another like household pests, it was never quiet. There was always some sort of event going on, whether it be a gala or a warehouse bombing. Cackles of the villains in the distance were never an unfamiliar noise as they were always up to something, anything. Heck, if they were quiet for too long, it meant something bad was brewing, and everyone would be on their haunches, ready and aware for the inevitable attack. 

Silence, in Gotham, was never a good thing. 

Which was exactly why Robin was so on edge, eyes straining to catch every movement he could spot from his view down onto one of Gotham’s biggest streets from the top of a bank. 

“You look like you’re waiting for something, bird boy.” 

He spun around instantly, mentally berating himself for not having heard her when he got distracted in absorbing all of the street down below. His sword was unsheathed with a sharp shing!, shining under Gotham’s moon like Excalibur, freshly pulled from the stone. 

Except he wasn’t Arthur. 

And she certainly wasn’t Merlin. 

“Or perhaps... Someone.” She mused with a sparkle in her eyes, watching the shift in his composure. His teeth were gritted, much like a cornered animal’s, with an instant fight or flight instinct burning in his eyes. A desire to wipe that cocky smirk off her lips alighted inside him as he held his sword steady, his eyes trained on the woman he labelled his sworn rival. 

“Certainly wasn’t waiting for you.” He spat out, moving his feet. They were circling now, facing each other and dancing an intricate pre-battle ritual. Her bluebell eyes, encased behind her mask, were fixed on his, and his emerald ones never faltered. 

The first one to look away would lose. 

The Bat-symbol flashed into the sky in the distance, and out of habit, Robin glanced away, realising his mistake all too late. 

She pranced on him, her own weapon- A baton similar to Grayson’s- Extending into her hands like it was made to be held in her palms. Metal clanged against metal in a detailed melody of a sound similar to a glockenspiels- But more powerful. 

He should’ve never looked away. 

Luck was on her side; It always seemed to be. They exchanged blow after blow, the bluebell-eyed woman getting in more hits than she normally would’ve. 

“Distracted, pretty bird?” She smiled, clearly amused, blocking another one of his attacks casually. “You should know better than that.” 

“Shut up.” He hissed in retaliation, swinging his sword forward with greater force. 

No matter how skilled she was, he was the bigger man, and they both knew it. She had stealth and agility, he had strength and power. “Well played.” Replied the woman with a cat-like smile when she flipped over to avoid shouldering the brunt of his attack, landing on her feet just like all cats do. “Nice move, bird boy. You’re lucky I’m not looking for a fight tonight.” 

If she had been looking to catch his curiosity, she succeeded. His ears perked up, his eyes watching her carefully, alike to a predator’s while it was hiding in the bush, tracking his prey’s movements. 

“Is that so?” He raised an eyebrow tentatively but never unsheathed his sword. “Do elaborate.” 

“I think we’ve been rivals for far too long.” 

“I beg to differ, I can go on like this forever.” 

“Aren’t you tired of playing cat and mouse?” She purred, ignoring his statement blatantly. “You’re a detective, aren’t you? Don’t you want to know why I’m doing this?” 

He gave her the best bored expression he could afford. “Would you be disappointed if my answer was no?” 

“A little.” She laughed softly, jumping onto the ledge of the building, an epitome of grace and beauty as she strutted the thin line between life and falling to her death. “But that doesn’t matter.” 

“If you’re just going to tell me anyway, go ahead.” 

For a moment he thought she was going to drop off the edge. But of course, luck was always on her side. The bluebell-eyed woman moved with the grace of a ballerina and the deftness of an assassin, and if she wasn’t his sworn rival, he’d find her movements enticing. She belonged on the centre-stage of a Paris Opera Ballet performance, the crowd’s eyes all pinpointed to her. She was an eye-catching diamond, attracting all attention to her and her sparkling glory. 

“You see,” She smiled softly, the moonlight acting as a natural spotlight for the star of the show. “I’m looking for a partner.”

The night regained its’ silence as the world awaited Robin’s reaction. His emerald eyes never left her patient ones as he contemplated the best way to overcome his shock and give an appropriate answer. 

“And of everyone you could’ve asked,” He begin, “You asked your sworn rival? I thought you were smarter than that.” 

A scoff left her throat as she dropped her innocent, sweet facade. “Oh, please. You know as well as I do that if we worked together, we’d be unstoppable. Don’t you want a taste of what it’s like?” 

“Are you only doing this because I know who you are?” There was a tint of mockery, quietly prodding at her in his voice. No, Robin certainly wasn’t afraid to resort to blackmail. “The darling of the fashion world, the designer behind Nette DC- An anti-hero by night.” 

She let out a dry laugh, and Robin was instantly reminded of all the reasons why he should not have crossed the woman. “Please.” She replied simply. “This is a two-way sword. Wouldn’t it be an interesting headline?- The heir of Wayne Enterprises turns out to be a vigilante by night.” Her eyes darkened. “If you tighten the noose around my neck, you’re tightening the one around yours, too.” 

“I know that.” He replied loosely. “Why do you think I haven’t exposed you yet?” 

She hummed as a response. “Don’t you want to know what’s in it for you if you take the offer? You’re already a vigilante anyways. I’m nothing different.” 

“I’m listening.” 

“We both know how corrupted Gotham’s politics are.” She said, jumping straight into the point. Never one to tell stories in winding roads but instead highways that drove straight to the destination. “I’m sure you know firsthand how bad it is, exactly. I’ve been delving into exposing corrupt companies, and I could use your network for information.” 

He crossed his arms, sheathing his sword when he noticed her lowered baton. “And what do I get from this?” 

“You think I don’t know? You’re the only one left in the family still patrolling these streets.” She smiled, watching him flinch. “Nightwing left the business after his injury. Red Hood hasn’t been seen in years. Red Robin’s probably sticking to computer work. Batman’s completely out of the question, it’s only a matter of time before you take his title, yes?” 

“... You’re offering to help.” 

“I’m giving you my assistance.” She corrected. “Gotham’s my city now, too. I live here, and I’m not going to let it get overrun by villains just because a couple of vigilantes got too old to help uphold justice.” 

He watched her carefully, looking for any traits of dishonesty. None. “In return for helping me regulate the streets, all you’re asking for is information?” 

A smirk slipped on her lips. “And an inside man.” She shrugged. “You’re invited to just about every gala.” 

“So are you.” He replied dryly. “What’s my use?” 

“Men tend not to open up to women about topics that I needed information on.” She waved off. “I need someone like you, who can pry what I need. I know you have a way with words. So?” 

Surely, he would benefit more? Robin ran through the consequences of his choice through his head. Gotham would be ridden of a few more corrupt politicians- No doubt new ones would come filing in as soon as the old were thrown out- But never mind that. In addition, he would get some help around the streets. Sounded like a worth deal to him. 

“Deal.” 

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