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ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole · 1 year

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Ugly Mugs and Icy Dips

Part of the midnight snack series, set after Stress Baking but before/during All because of a cookie!!

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The Ugly Mug Cafe is… not the prettiest of establishments. The chairs didn't match, the tables were wonky, but it held a warmth and homely feel which very rarely existed in Gotham, especially in the East End and this close to the Bowery.

It was run by a gruff ex-con Gothamite who took care of his city's people but was willing to let those smuggled or hiding in the Gotham gloom without the relevant papers work with minimal fuss, as long as they could use his dragon beast of a coffee machine he would happily have a blind eye. The staff ended up being mainly either fellow ex-cons or students, willing to work the unsociable hours that were required for opening early and closing late.

With it being owned by a hardy Gothmite that exuded malice towards anyone who stepped out of line and didn't abide by his rules and ran by bitter overworked students or limited break ex-criminals who held no humour for robbery attempts, the cafe ended up a fairly neutral ground. Fights, thefts and robberies were minimal and it helped that the coffee was good. Really good. The pastries and cakes were improving in quality. And had a quirky secret menu for those in desperate need of a caffeine fix and those loyal regulars who The Ugly Mug employees deemed worthy.

Despite all the rough and sharp edges the cafe held, students adored the place during finals week where the special coffee kept them going on all nighters. Commuters favoured the place as it helped soothe their frozen bitter souls as they moved from the rough outer city edges and went further in for work.

And Tim.

Tim- Red Robin had found the place after a particularly grueling patrol.

Patrol had ended up with all bats hands required at the docks to deal with Scarecrow and a shipment of chemicals. During the last part of the fight Red Robin had taken a plunge in the docks murky water and well, by the time he had managed to get back to land the fight had ended with him being cold wet, cold and extremely grumpy at all of it. All he really had wanted to do was to get out of his costume and soak in an over-heated bath with a giant, steaming cup of coffee, or tea, in that moment he wasn't fussy. As long as it was hot and caffeinated he'd make do.

Somehow, Tim had got slightly disoriented on the way past Jason's domain (he would completely blame the icy dip he'd taken and not the exhaustion) but had stumbled upon this golden cafe. He had stumbled in to meet a coffee angel sent by the gods. The dark haired heavenly woman took one look at his pathetic looking vigilante self and started moving around the counter working the coffee machine with precision.

The aromas that filled the small run down space enticed Tim further into the building. The coffee sprite placed a concoction that was more than just coffee in front of him in the most hideous cup he'd seen in a while as he dripped onto the tiled floor. It was in that first sip that Tim's world narrowed down to this establishment. It was his new home. The brew was his new fuel. His life source. The celestial being behind the bashed up counter was the cardinal of the coffee gods. He'd worship with her for more of the sweet bitter nectar that he held in his hands. The coffee was the most magical and revitalising drink off menu that Tim had ever been blessed with. This was HIS coffee haven. His safe space. His daily stop to make it through the day in both faces of his life.

From that moment on, Tim knew that he was going to be visiting this place regularly. He was going to get to know the coffee padre.

What Tim hadn't been aware of completely was that as he cherished the coffee before him the barista had disappeared, returned and mopped around the vigilante and could hear his whispers of love to the steaming drink. Her angelic laughter and mischievous smile drew him from the trance that he had entered.

"I would not say the coffee holds secrets to the universe Monsieur Red."

It wasn't good really to lose complete awareness without backup and all because of a hot drink in a grotesque ceramic vessel. A blush grew under the mask that Tim wore, hopefully hidden, but if not he'd blame the warmth of the establishment pushing the cold that ached in his bones away.

"I might disagree. This is amazing, I can feel its power tingling in my toes."

"That might be more to the fact you look like a drowned rat and are warming up rather than the coffee, non?"

"Nope. Definitely the coffee. Nothing to do with the dip I took in the harbour."

"The harbour?"

The woman raised her eyebrow, opening the sapphire eyes further, from behind the counter as she started to move about puzzling Tim.

"I… yeah… wouldn't recommend midnight swims in the harbour this time of year."

Snorting with a huffed amusement, a plate with a reheated pastry appeared before Tim as the woman returned to cleaning behind the counter.

"Being Gotham, I'd say midnight swims any time of year aren't recommended."

"True. This is Gotham. You've picked that up quickly, it's not often non-Gothamites get the city's quirks. What made you choose this hell hole to work in?"

"Small gods, a slice of chance and fate."

It said everything and nothing all at once. Tim couldn't help but smile wryly at the barista before him. They fell into an easy teasing conversation that cemented the idea that this was his place. That this unusual, witty barista was going to be his friend and coffee dealer.

Given that The Ugly Mug coffee stop was not really on route to Wayne Enterprises from either the Manor, the Wayne City Apartment and it was tangential on route from Tim's nest, so getting there regularly in either persona's meant planning. Which was exactly what Tim excelled at. Subtly hints and some slight manipulation with planting the seed of thought meant that now his patrol routes passed close enough to the cafe at least 4 times a week. Getting up a fraction earlier and sacrificing more of his sleep was a forfeit he was willing to take to get this blessed nectar (he just needed to be cautious about hiding this information from his family). He'd also been able to task an intern to use his work driver and collect a midday pick me up from the establishment.

All in all, even though he had taken a dip into the freezing waters of Gotham docks (and ended up with a stubborn cold that took forever to shake), that evening had been a blessing in disguise.

Convincing Alfred that Tim would drive himself to the office this morning was hard. Tim claimed it was due to him wanting to pick up some paperwork and to talk to some heads of areas. Alfred's disapproval resonated off him since Tim was 'meant to rest' and recover from bruised ribs and twisted ankle. Tim ended up deploying Tam's disappointment and threat of maiming Tim that eventually convinced the elder man, with also the promise he would come straight home afterwards.

Free from Alfred's hawklike eye, Tim drove to his favourite location swiftly. He would go to the office, but first he needed to catch up with the devil in disguise, his favourite dealer to get the precious nectar he required.

Parking nearby, Tim turned to walk towards the cafe where he spotted the man lurking outside watching through the window.

Tim had been observing the man make this daily trip for about 3 months. The male always waited outside until he had spotted the caffeine cleric blessed to earth by the coffee gods before storming inside. He was meticulous in ensuring that she would be the one to serve him and then order the same bland unimaginative order everytime.

Tim followed behind the insipid man who suddenly darted in like it wasn't obvious he was waiting outside. Tim joined the small queue observing the situation, his mouth salivating with a pavlov response to the smells of coffee and sweet pastries. He grimaced watching the scene unfold in front of him.

It was painful just watching the unimpressive man flirt hopelessly with the coffee artist, who pointedly ignored the attempts and stuck studiously in just focusing on getting through the orders of the morning rush. It baffled Tim as to why anyone with any brains would come in at peak(ish) time to flirt with working servers and hold up the queue of tired, grumpy commuters.

Tim could easily admit that his dealer was cute, in a sister kinda way. Tim knew, from conversation with the blessed coffee provider, that the sharp wit and passionate fashionista was destined for greater things. She was worth more than serving coffee, baking delectable treats and being tied down with a partner of mediocrity who thought an espresso and a cappuccino to go was the height of coffee.

Tim's attention was drawn back to the situation occurring in front of him by the blonde customer in front snorting in amusement. Tim watched the car crash with a suppressed horror as the man leant on the counter and oggled the caffeine magician.

"Next!"

The vapid man stepped towards the counter.

"What can I get you?"

"I don't have caffeine in my system yet but you've just jumped started my heart. My usual please, sugar."

"And what's your usual?"

The cocky attitude the man held stuttered as an eyebrow raised waiting for his response. A pink dusting grew on his cheeks as the queue sniggered at the awkward exchange.

"An espresso and a cappuccino to go please."

"Name?"

"Marc, with a C. The C is for cuteness just like you."

"Oo-kay. One espresso and one cappuccino, coming up. Please wait by the end counter, please."

Dismissing the embarrassed man, the Caffeine Queen handed the order to her colleague then turned to the customer in front of Tim who wasn't even trying to cover their sniggers. The cropped haired blonde gave her order to Marinette who smiled in fake serenity as she put the order through the till before going to retrieve a pastry for the woman.

The fake smile morphed into an honest devil's grin as she eventually got to Tim. Her true chaotic nature resonated around the room causing Tim to send her a smirk.

"Tim!!! Your usual? Wide-awake poison? Or did you want to try something new like Finals Week Brew? Or I can make you my specialty, Hawkmoth Demise?"

"Morning Marinette. As tempting as the Hawkmoth Demise is… I'll stick with Wide-awake poison please. How are you this fair day my caffeine cleric, priestess of the grounds, goddess of the beans?"

"Oh you know, bitter souled as the roasted waters I brew. Is this to take away or will I be honoured with your presence for a while?"

The pair snorted at the jokes that jovially passed between each other adding further dramatics where they could as they ignored Marc's ever growing glare.

"Take away my fairest Barista. As much as I would desire to rest my weary soul in your presence, a quest of paperwork awaits me. To achieve this quest I require your blessing. I would be nothing without your magic caffeine potion."

Laughing and seeing as Tim was the last in the queue, Marinette moved to make his personalised drink as her colleague continued to make both Marc's and the blonde's before him.

"Cark? A espresso and cappuccino to go for Cark?"

No one moved. Tim watched as Marc bristled and had to hide his face and hope he could keep the giggles in.

"Oh Dan, that's Mark's with a C's drink. Not Cark. It is an unusual pronunciation of the spelling."

Marinette's cheerful voice drifted over the counter as the man turned beetroot and an ugly expression grew on his face. Marc snatched the drinks with a growl and stormed out of the cafe snarling at people in his way. Tim really hoped this wouldn't bite them on the proverbial later as the almost stalker left the premises.

"Maybe he should choose a more sensible coffee name with that kinda spelling Mare."

"Hmm probably."

Letting Marinette continue drink making, Dan called out for an Ash to collect their drink before noting the blonde staring at Marinette's pastry like it held the answers to the universe. Shaking his head Dan moved to the counter to serve the new crowd that had started to form.

Tim watched the blonde gaze at the treat, ignoring the world around her while Marinette flitted about making his life source essence. Finally, with a flourish, Marinette produced the largest possible takeaway cup of coffee with dragons and knights doodled across it.

"Sir gallant Tim. The potion for your epic journey."

Coughing politely, Tim tried to hurry Ash along as she continued to be entranced by the pastry in her hand. Tim could see Marinette smirking at him, like this wasn't an uncommon sight. Given how he reacted the first time he had found the place, maybe it wasn't that uncommon. The pastries were as good as the coffee since she'd started working at the Ugly Mug. The woman suddenly moved, drawn out of her daze and grabbed Ash's drink and moved to sit further within the cafe. Smiling in amusement, Tim shook his head and finally moved to get his precious nectar.

"My thanks dearest Caffeine Cleric. You're a blessing to the universe."

"Don't you forget it."

"I would never."

"Seriously, Marinette. Your coffee is the best. It's the highlight of my day."

"You say that all the time."

"It's the truth."

Smiling back with fondness, Marinette shook her head and handed Tim his drink.

"See you about Tim. Go tackle those papers and office mumbo jumbo. You know where to find me."

"Always. See ya Marinette."

With that Tim grinned while sipping his coffee and moved to leave his mini safe haven. Sighing in relief from the coffee flooding through his system before sighing again, bracing himself for the outside world.

Pushing the door open, Tim left the safe space of the best coffee establishment in Gotham. His family must never know about this place. He would set the world on fire to protect the hideaway cafe that was unobtrusive but homely to those who knew it's existence.

The Ugly Mug and its staff may not know it but as well as being neutral grounds due to the gruff owner and sassy worn out staff, it was under the protection of Red Robin - and Tim.

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khneltea · 2 years

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LOW BLOOD SUGAR STILL TASTES SWEET

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PRESENT DAY

Time passed like butter on a hot day. Lines blurred together under the dim candlelight, and the silence lay still as glass. There can only be so many minutes counted before a person loses track. There was no point counting meals either — they came when she was asleep and disappeared the second she looked away from them.

She didn’t know how it happened. All her life, she had suffered from insomnia. It was hard for her to sleep, but it was even harder for her to get up. “A side effect”, the doctor had said to her worried parents, “it’s natural with kids whose brains develop at a faster rate than others.”

But still, the food came and went, and so did the days.

Her little room — if she could call a five-bedroom suite with an additional luxury bathroom little — was perfect. The gorgeous 18th-century furniture was neat, luxury-grade pencil and paper lay ready for her if she ever wanted to design, and the decorations were vibrant yet pleasing to the eye. The pink silk sheets were clean and soft, and the bed was absolute heaven to lay in. It was She couldn’t ask for anything more in a room.

Anything, that is, except for it to not be a prison. She figured out on the first day she woke up in that room that it was nothing more than a glorified gilded birdcage meant to trap her. She couldn’t find any exits or entrances, and for a brief moment, she even considered that she may lose oxygen at some point. There was no possible way she could get in or out, and she couldn’t think of a way where she was even brought into the room.

“Do you like it here, my darling?” Marinette whirled around, and her body froze on instinct.

Standing in the middle of the parlor was the man she saw when her eyes closed at night. Dark, brooding, yet soft and sweet under her shining gaze. Green eyes like the mountains and skin bathed in molten sun. He cut a chiseled figure, built on lean muscle, and he moved with the grace of a ballet dancer.

Her instincts screamed at her to run.

But where?

“Dove?” His voice seemed so far away, and she realized she hadn’t answered him yet.

“Damian?” She called, not moving from her spot by the desk. “What’s going on? Where are we?”

He frowned. “Don’t you remember? We’re home. This is our home.”

He took a step forward, and she took one step back without thinking. His face hardened, jaw locked. She’d seen it so many times before, but he had never done it to her.

It isn't the first time. A small voice echoed in her ear. It doesn't end well for us if he gets angry. Placate him, before he gets mad.

Just as the thought passed through her mind, she frowned. Who was that? And why did she say this wasn't the first time?

Before she could process everything, Damian crossed the distance, trapping her within his arms. She shifted to the side, but his legs caged her in, and there was a foreboding inch between their bodies, sending her body into a frenzy in the wrong way. Her heart raced, pounding against her throat and choking her. The muscles in her legs seized, begging her to run away. Bumps on her skin rose at the sudden drop in temperature. The hair on her skin stood up, electrified by the terror of being stared down by a stronger opponent, one that could crush her in a single hand, a predator.

“Marinette, did you forget again?” His voice lowered an octave, a dangerous growl rumbling against his throat. “This is our home.”

“No...” She breathed out, fixing her gaze on the spot he was just at. When did he close the gap? Her breathing grew erratic; why was he saying that this was their home? “No, this isn’t—”

Two fingers grasped her chin and jerked her head up, and her eyes met onyx stones. Words slipped out of his mouth slowly, like he was explaining it to a child. “Darling, this is our home. You are happy here. We live together. We were about to have dinner.”

“We...” What was she thinking about again? “We were... that’s right, this is our home. How did I forget?”

“It’s alright, my dove. Maybe you need to take your pills again? The doctor said it wasn’t good for you to miss one.” He smiled, the firelight glinting on the whites of his teeth.

“You’re right, how could I forget?”

“I know, that’s why I reminded you. I’ll go get them for you, you stay right here.”

She beamed at him, sitting at the mahogany desk and picking up the pencil. “Alright, my love.”

Marinette never noticed the red spark in his eyes as he turned around.

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nobodyfamousposts · 1 year

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Another Miraculous Crossover Nobody Wanted (DCxML)

In the midst of so many Batfamily/Miraculous crossovers, the thing I feel so many people forget is that the Waynes are...well...themselves.

Sure, they're awesome vigilantes. Trained in martial arts and with great mental fortitude to help them against the likes of Scarecrow's fear gas, Joker's venom, and Mad Hatter's manipulations.

...the problem is that Hawk Moth is a whole different ballgame.

He doesn't target their fears or dreams. He targets ANYTHING. Like petty annoyances. Frustrations. Sleep deprivation. Obsessions. Things the Batfamily generally try to ignore on a regular basis.

If he can akumatize and reakumatize the same man over his love of pigeons and people who feel they've been wronged over silly reasons, there's SO MUCH that could come from the complete dysfunction/emotional constipation that is the Wayne family. Remember, ANY frustration or annoyance or upset counts.

Meaning Ladybug and Chat will be having their hands full with the Waynes until they leave.

And given that Hawk Moth comes up with the silliest costumes and powers...

...the others would never let them live it down.

...

It was a beautiful day in Paris. And an absolutely wonderful vacation to the City of Love, where everything was peaceful and nothing was wrong.

Dick stood at the window looking out over the city.

Tim was on his computer doing some reports. Possibly Wayne Enterprises work, but more likely mission work.

Damien had apparently gotten tired of grumbling and was focused on sharpening his sword—which Bruce really shouldn’t have let him bring. But given the situation, he couldn’t argue against letting Damien have something that would help him stay calm.

Cass had found a magazine to occupy her time, though she seemed somewhat confused as to the male teen model that kept appearing in nearly every line.

And Jason…

…he was grinning. And watching Bruce with such anticipation, looking downright hopeful as he waited. Not helping was that he was holding what appeared to be a brand new camera, fully prepared to start recording.

Bruce knew why.

But he would not give him the satisfaction.

Because nothing was going to happen.

Absolutely nothing.

Bruce twitched.

SNAP!

And his pen cracked from the sheer amount of pressure he was putting on it. Which was admittedly an annoyance, but wasn’t that big of a deal…

…if it wasn’t the 15th pen he’d broken in the past three hours.

It was fine though.

Nothing was wrong.

He was calm.

Calm.

A muffled voice could be heard from outside despite the room being on the seventh floor of a building. Which of course was a coincidence and not because someone was actually right outside the room….and the building.

And perhaps if Bruce tried really hard, he could convince himself was just someone singing a line out of “American Pie” and not someone talking about butterflies.

No.

Because there were no butterflies outside. Because he was fine!

Not the slightest bit upset!

At. All.

“That’s thirty-three…” Dick counted.

…

…Dammit.

Bruce sighed.

“Did she come back to the roof?”

“Actually, she never left.” Tim confirmed, not even looking up from his computer. “She stopped leaving after the last incident and has just been standing there for the past couple hours now, catching them as they come.”

A long pause.

“How…?”

“Her partner has been bringing her water and snacks. And keeping watch whenever she has to leave to hibernate or use the little bug’s room.”

Bruce groaned.

Why couldn’t it be a villain? Or a fan or stalker? He could deal with those. He dealt with them all the time.

It was the well intentioned young superheroes that he had a harder time dealing with. The ones that wanted to help but were misguided in not understanding that their help wasn’t necessary.

“Gotcha!”

“Thirty-four.” Dick droned.

…no matter how many magical butterflies implied otherwise.

“Maybe we should do what the nice Ladybug hero asked and finish up our business in Paris?” Tim suggested.

“I refuse!” Damien shouted, jumping to his feet. “This villain has made a mockery of us and it must not be allowed to stand! I will not leave until he has been caught and my sword has tasted his blood!”

“Damien, we don’t kill, remember?”

“I wouldn’t kill him.” Damien said, looking away with a pout. “Just…dismember him a bit.” He frowned, consideringly. “Maybe cut off his arms. He can’t continue villainy then, right?”

Tim sighed.

“So that’s a no on going home early then.”

They heard a noise from the roof.

“Is she leaving?” Bruce asked, trying to hide how hopeful he was.

“Nope. It’s her catboyfriend back again.” Dick replied, blithely.

Bruce sighed.

“Do you think they’re dating?”

“Dick.” Bruce warned.

“Because the city seems to be really hamming up the romantic angle between the two and it’s kinda hard to not see.” Dick continued.

“Dick.”

“Even if it is kinda weird that they’re essentially shipping teenagers.”

“Speaking from experience there, Dickie Boy?” Jason cut in, cheekily.

“Stop it. Both of you.” Bruce ordered. “The goal of coming to Paris was supposed to be to deal with the emotional terrorism from Hawk Moth.”

“A little hard with all your emotional constipation there, B.”

Jason smirked.

“Or should I say ‘Justice Man’?”

Bruce twitched.

#ml fic #ml crossover #dc crossover #bruce wayne #batfamily #dick grayson #jason todd #damien wayne #tim drake #ml crack #ml humor #miraculous ladybug #bruce wayne is bad at feelings #jason is having too much fun #yes I'm making fun of them #I do it out of love

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emu-lumberjack · 4 years

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A Quick Meeting pt. 2

Damian is an exchange student in Paris, and Marinette doesn’t know too much about him, till a chance encounter provides an opportunity

I finally figured out what was going on and am finally able to post part two here, finally. I’m not gonna retag those who wanted to be tagged, (tell me if you want to be) but I will put on the post that I figured it out. Thanks for sticking with me during the technical difficulties

Read part one here

Part 3 here

part 4 here

They looked at each other vibrant blue eyes meeting piercing green. The entire class which minutes before were laughing and jeering had quieted to little more than a faint buzz. The two hadn’t said anything after they introduced themselves, both too startled to say anything else. They were left there in peace until a brunette slid between the two blocking Marinette's view of Damian.

“You must be the exchange student, I’m Lila. Don’t worry, I'll introduce you to the rest of the class and give you the tour later.” The liar herself took Damian by the elbow and dragged him off before he could say anything, still caught off guard by Marinette’s blue eyes.

There goes my chance at a friend. Marinette thought to herself fully knowing how much Lila could worm her way into anyones head. The bluenette with the sketchbook in hand went back up to her desk. She sank into her chair glad to be ignored by her former friends. Looking down she saw that most of the pages were pretty ripped up but still salvageable and right on top was the picture she had begun drawing of Damian’s eye. Grabbing her pen she started drawing the second one resolving to make it a matching pair. She was beginning to shade the second eye when a small tap on her shoulder made her jump three feet out of her chair.

“Is there someone sitting next to you?” The familiarly cold voice said.

“What? Right! No one is sitting next to me, except if you want to then I guess there is someone sitting next to me and…” Marinette tapered off as she saw Lila glaring at her. Even though she was Ladybug Marinette still wanted to avoid Lila’s ire, it was a pain to deal with at school.

Damian let out a quiet chuckle, “I guess there’s gonna be someone sitting next to you then.” He quietly sat himself down in the chair next to Marinette and started getting his books out. “Nice drawing by the way.” Marinette blushed slightly.

“Ok class time to start.” Madame Bustier said walking into the room, the conversation ceased from there, yet both parties knew they had just found a new ally.

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“What’s up Buginette.” Chat Noir said hopping down next to Ladybug. His bell made a soft little chime.

“Ya know, just the fifth night up in a row, I have three sewing projects to do.” She paused a beat, “Hey do you know anything about that new kid in class?” It had been a few weeks after Marinette gained guardianship when they decided to reveal their identities. With Adrien dating Kagami and Marinette thoroughly over her crush they both laughed at the situation and came out as good friends, and even though Damian had been in class for a week she still knew barely anything about him.

“Same as you, exchange student from Gotham. Cold, calm, and about to murder Lila.” Chat replied. He must’ve seen Damian’s face when Lila claimed she knew the Waynes. “Why? Do you like him?” Ladybug looked over to see Chat Noir’s face was filled with mocking innocence. Ladybug blushed under her mask.

“I will push you off the Eiffel Tower, or worse yet, sick Auroroe on your and Kagami’s relationship. I can see the headline now ‘Superhero Chat Noir dating girlfriend of Adrien Agreste! What will the model do when he finds out?’” Chat gave her a half-hearted punch in the arm for that, and they both had a laugh.

A few minutes later Ladybug noticed a quick blur ducking between alleyways. She gave Chat a nudge, “Did you see that?”

“See what?” He responded groggily.

“I thought I saw something ducking between the allies. It’s nothing”

“Ladybug, I know you, if you thought you saw something you saw something. I’d say go check it out. If it’s nothing, no big deal.”

“Alright, I’ll be back so don’t do anything stupid while I’m gone.” she smirked back at him, without looking she threw her yoyo in the direction of the blur and swung herself out.

“That happened one time!” He yelled after her.

Ladybug swung through the alleys looking for the blur when she spotted a small light out of the corner of her eye. There it is. She stopped her approach when she heard a low voice murmur

“Yes Kent I will get you those pastries you can pick them up tomorrow?” It was Damian, Ladybug would have known the voice anywhere. She opened up her yoyo to call Chat “Hey meet me at the eiffel tower in five minutes.” Now all she had to figure out how she would get Damian up to the tower.

It didn’t take the superheroine to think up an idea. Sorry. She thought to herself before throwing her yoyo his way.

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Damian had just disconnected the call when he felt a cool wire wrap around his body. I do not need this right now he thought to himself as he was whipped up from the ground and into the arms of a familiar red and black clad superheroine.

“Ya know you could have just asked.” He said annoyed.

“But where’s the fun in that, and anyway I’ve got some questions for you.” her voice was lighter than it had been the other day, probably because there was no villain to fight.

She carried him up to a part of the Eiffel tower not easily seen by the public, where she proceeded to tie him dangling upside down by her yoyo.

“Whyyy.” he grumbled to himself, if he wanted this kind of treatment he would have stayed in Gotham with Todd.

“Ok first question, big one here. Do you know who I am?” She said sitting down.

“I don’t know your hero name, although I think your partner said Ladybug the other day, right after his terrible pun.”

“Rude.” A black clad boy said coming out of the shadows. A tail swished behind him.

“Well it’s true, you’re almost as bad as Grayson.” Damian was getting tired of this, he tried to feel into his pockets for his knife, before remembering he had left it back at his apartment.

“Everyone knows I’m Ladybug, I’m asking if you know who I am outside of the mask.” Damian turned towards the girl when she spoke.

“Well yeah. It’s rather hard to hide the blue hair.” And I’d never forget those blue eyes. The thought surprised even him.

She said something under her breath before looking at him, “This could be an issue, but if you already know then I guess there’s no use in trying to tell you off. I’m surprised, but I guess despite your looks you’re actually rather smart.”

The boy next to her let out a small laugh. “Are you going to introduce us Buginette, or am I going to have to guess.”

“Chat Noir, meet Damian. Damian meet Chat Noir.”

“So you’re the new exchange student. Ya know, put you in a fancy suit and add a little more scowl I’d think you were the Damian Wayne.” This warranted a rare laugh from Damian who after a few moments said,

“Because I am.” Chat Noir and Ladybug went pale. Damian took advantage of them being dumbstruck to feel into his pocket, There it is! He felt his phone, with a few taps he was able to hopefully get Jon’s contact up after all it was the last one he texted. He typed:

Eiffel Tower. Get here now.

“Oh. Shit.” the soft expletive dragged him from the texting. Marinette. No Ladybug in this costume, looked at him. “Lila’s new lie. Oh, my Kwamii. She’s gonna get it.”

“What’s the lie?” Chat Noir and Damian said at the same time.

“She said she’s dating, well, you.” She looked at Damian, after a beat the costume clad heroes burst into laughing, Damian looked horrified. He knew about her lying about knowing his family but this was new.

The giggling of the two heroes was interrupted when a blue blur came out of nowhere a few minutes later, and a moment after that the blur solidified into the form of a boy who had a too familiar blue suit. Damian who had just been swinging upside down was now being carried bridal style by the boy.

“We never speak of this to anyone.” He said in a low voice to Jon. “If my brothers find out I will personally end you.”

“Yeah, yeah. You say that every time I have to come save you.” The boys southern twang was more prominent than usual, probably because Damian had been spending so much time around the French. A soft “Ahem” broke the two out of their talking..

“Hello, who are you, what are you doing here…”

“And would you mind putting down the angry child.” Chat interrupted Ladybug.

“I am your age cat boy.” Damian responded, his voice may have been cool but there was a slight blush to his cheeks.

“Oh yeah. Sorry, I just got a text from Damian here saying ‘Rival them get here now.’ I had to ask Con to help, but we figured Damian meant the Eiffel Tower.” Jon put Damian down and handed the yoyo back to Ladybug. “Anyway I figured if Damian was asking for help then he actually needed it. Also my names J-”

“Superboy.” Damian interrupted before Jon could give away his secret identity. Again. Ladybug was looking at Damian, probably wondering why he had Superboys phone number, she’d hopefully come to the same conclusion everyone else did. That the youngest Wayne got into enough trouble he needed a fast way to contact the supers.

“Good to meet you superboy, I’m Ladybug and this is Chat Noir.” She took her gaze off Damian to focus it on Superboy. “Will you be in Paris long?”

“I’ll probably stay the night, make sure no one else tries to hurt Damian. Plus there's a bakery I really want to go to when it opens, the Dupain-Cheng Bakery. I’m sure you’ve heard of it.” Ladybug paled a little bit and looked at Damian.

“He doesn’t know, he’s just focused on his stomach.” Ladybug breathed a sigh of relief.

“Hey that's rude.” Jon said to Damian.

“It’s me, you expect anything different.”

“Ladybug gave a snort, “Well as funny as this is I need to talk to Damian alone, Chat can you handle patrol for a little bit? Maybe take Superboy show him around Paris for a bit.”

“Yeah I’ve got it.” with a mock bow he motioned for Superboy to follow him. Jon recognizing a fellow weeb on sight asked him about anime, and the two went off singing some theme song from their favorite anime.

“I’m suddenly very glad I’m not on patrol.” Ladybug said quietly to Damian.

“Agreed.”

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It had been a long night for Marinette, first finding out Damian was a Wayne then meeting Superboy, she had to get him alone before she exploded.

“So what did you want to talk about?” Damian turned his green eyes towards her.

“I have several questions, but is there somewhere more private we could talk?” The Paris night grew colder as the stood still.

“Yeah, we can talk at my place.” Which is how Marinette Dupain-Cheng wound up drinking hot coco sitting on the couch at Damian Wayne's apartment.

“I can’t believe that your father lets you stay in the apartment on your own.”

“Well I’m seventeen, he knows I can take care of myself. Plus he either has one of my brothers videochat me, or pop in for a ‘quick visit’ which is their version of making sure I haven’t done some irreparable damage to anything.” He said, pouring himself a cup of tea.

“Fair enough, now do you want to tell me why you were slinking in the alleys?” She said.

“Well I needed some air. And I was maybe… looking for you.” He begrudgingly said the last part.

Marinette blushed a little bit, “And why were you looking for me?”

“Well learning that Paris has heroes, plus getting saved by one makes me a little curious. Plus after class the other day I wanted to talk.” He took a sip of his tea.

“Alright. Also since you apparently know superboy,” Marinette was still surprised about that fact, “there’s something I wanted to ask you about.”

“Ok, shoot.”

“I noticed that ever since you came here a week ago Robin, usually right next to Batman, hasn’t been seen. Red Robin has been popping up, but no Robin. You wouldn’t happen to know anything about that would you?” Although she tried to make her voice as non confrontational as possible, she still saw Damian pale. He tried to mask it by drinking his tea but Marinette still saw how he hesitated before he said,

“I don’t know Robin, I know Superboy because he is freakishly friendly and helps out around Gotham a lot.” Marinette noticed how he stared at his drink the entire time he was explaining it to her. She was debating about pushing the point further before he interrupted saying, “It wouldn’t matter if I knew him or not, the Bats all keep their identities close to their chests. No one knows who any of them are.” When he was done he looked up at Marinette, she noticed how his eyes were pleading with her to just go with it, so she did.

“Ok, so what did you want to talk about regarding Paris’ heroes.” He looked relieved, finally able to change the topic.

“Well, how did you get your powers? How long have you been active? Who are you facing? And why haven’t you called the Justice League for help?” He fired off the questions, not giving her a chance to respond.

“One at a time,” she laughed, “We get our powers from our kwamis, little gods who reside in the miraculous jewel, my kwami is named Tikki.” At mention of her name the Kwami came out and gave a little hello. “We’ve been active for about 3 years, we’re facing a villain named Hawkmoth who can use people's emotions and turn them into villains. And we did call the Justice League for help when we first started.. Green Lantern told us not to prank call him again.” When Marinette finished Damian looked angry. Mainly at the Green Lantern bit she mentioned.

“I’ll have to talk to Superboy about it.” His voice which had been warming up suddenly felt icy.

“Speaking of which I should get back to Chat, before he and superboy decide to test their powers on each other.” Setting her cup down on the coffee table she stood up. “Thanks for the hot chocolate, and the conversation Damian, I’ll make sure to send Superboy your way. See you in class.” She said her transformation words followed by a quick “bug-out” before leaping through the window.

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Damian sat in the suddenly empty room which smelled like freshly baked bread. Marinette was true to her promise and a few minutes later Supreboy came crashing through the window. After he changed he spent the next ten minutes telling Damian about how he and Chat went around the city just talking about anime, and the differences between English and French dubs. Both eventually agreeing subbed was the best. Damian wasn’t listening instead thinking about Marinette. Smarter than she seems he thought to himself, afterall she came very close to figuring out who he was. He made a mental note to his father that they need a Robin appearance soon.

“Damian. Damian! Are you even listening to me?” Jon’s voice cut through his thoughts.

“Sorry Kent I was thinking about someone else.” Jon looked at Damian incredulously.

“I might need to get my ears cleaned. Did you just say you were thinking about someone else?! Was it that superhero Ladybug? Do you like her?” Damian’s fury was undercut by the blush that appeared on his face.

“I don’t like anyone Kent you know that, and anyway she’s a hero with a mask. I can’t like anyone who is still wearing a mask around me.” Damian set his cup down a little harder than he needed to.

“I’m sure the great detective can figure out who's behind that mask pretty easily.”

“Keep it up Kent and I’ll be sending you back to Metropolis tonight. The hard way.”

Jon held his hands up in defeat. “Fine. Fine, but you and I are going to that bakery tomorrow.”

Damian looked at Jon, “The Dupain-Cheng Bakery?” A plan was forming in his head.

“That’s the one.”

“Not a bad idea.” It was time to talk to Marinette outside of class, and outside of the mask.

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Maribat Masterlist 2

The Supreme Masterlist by @icerosecrystal

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Maribat Series Masterlist by @jinx-jade

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Masterlist of Reccomendations

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A Bunch of Masterlists

Miraculous Ladybug

Maribat

DCU

Marvel

My Hero Academia

Harry Potter

Supernatural

Teen Wolf

Hannibal

Katekyo Hitman Reborn

What If (Original) Series

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Maribat Masterlist of Masterlists

Masterlist by @arty-shadow-morningstar

Contents are Daminette's, Bio Dad! John Constantine, Bridgette switching, Platonic Jasonette, Platonic Brucinette, and a Stephanie x Marinette.

Waiting for the Worms Masterpost by @black-streak

This is one big fic about soulmate Jasonette where they can switch bodies. Guess who was in Jason's body when the Joker killed 'him'.

ML x DC Masterlist by @artxyra

Containing Mari/Adribat, Mominette, Klepto! Mari, Psychologist Mari, Sibling Brucinette, Daminette and many more.

Maribat Master List by @astrynyx

Containing Timari/Timinette, Daminette, and art.

Masterpost by @soulmate-game

There are Bio Dad! Stephen Strange, Bio Dad! Bruce Wayne, Bio! Dad John Constantine, Adopted by the Kents, Bio Dad & Mom! Joker and Harley, and many more.

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Masterlist of Recommendations (OLD)

I've compiled all of my posts here for easy access (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*.✧

This is the link for my new and more organized Masterlist. This is where I will update my newest posts from now on.

A Bunch of Masterlists

Masterlist of Masterlists

DC Masterlist of Masterlists

Maribat Masterlist of Masterlists

Batman Masterlists Recommendation

Crossovers

Marvel x MLB x DC Crossovers Prompts/Fics Recomendaitons

Miraculous Ladybug

Group Recommendations

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MLB Class Salt Prompts/Fics Recommendations

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Adrien Salt Prompt/Fic Recommendations

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Gabriel Agreste Salt Prompts/Fics Recommendations

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Lukanette Prompts/Fics Recommendations

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MLB Alya Cesaire Salt Prompts/Fics Recommendations

MLB Felinette Prompts/Fics Recommendations

BAMF Marinette Prompts/Fics Recommendations

Singular Fic Recommendations

CopyCat MLB

High Priest (Akuma!Luka)

Spots Drawn in Marker

Be Careful What You Wish For

Chloe’s Lament

BURN THE WITCH (Miraculous Karma)

He Stole My Heart So I Stole His

Breaking the Bough

Ode to Decoy

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Babysitter Maribat reverse age AU

There’s Always Two Sides

Goodbye Paris

Agrete-Wayne?

Paris: The Forgotten City

DCU

Masterlist of Executive Assistant to the Batman

Bruce (Tim) Wayne

Timothy Luthor

Marry Me

What If Series

These are my idea dumps.

Danny Phantom

Vlad & Danny Were Reincarnated as Ra’s Al Ghul & Tim Drake

MCU

Peter Parker Crack Fic Ao3 Recommendations

IronDad & SpiderSon Ao3 Recommendations

Peter Snaps Instead Ao3 Recommendations

My Hero Academia

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Harry Potter

Harry Potter Ao3 Recommendations

Potter Family Opera Headcanons

Supernatural

Supernatural Ao3 Fanfic Recommendations

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Teen Wolf

My Favorite Teen Wolf Ao3 Fanfics

Hannibal

Hannibal Ao3 Fanfic Recommendations

Katekyo Hitman Reborn

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Maribat Ao3 Recommendations

Definitely A Bat by sarahovoxov

Chapters: 2/2

Marinette was kidnapped as a baby and lived another lifetime. Now at the age of eight again she must live with her father.

Bruce won’t let her go.

Adrien and Marinette being overqualified and Jason just being here as the best dad by TheCuriousCat

Chapters: 7/7

Marinette and Adrien need someone to love them. Jason needs someone to love. Fate decides that her favourite people should be happy and makes it happen. Bruce is just happy that he was wrong about his sons death.

Damian’s Deity by sarahovoxov

Chapters: 1/1

When Marinette goes radio silent for a month Damian gets nervous. He goes to Paris to find her but so much has changed including her appearance. All he wants is to help her, and he would do anything for his Angel including keeping her a secret from the Wayne’s.

Baby Bean by izzybelledot

Chapters: 1/1

Marinette Wayne has recently been adopted, but old habits die hard. Luckily, her new siblings are there when she inevitably crashes.

The brother you never asked for by Alexiessan

Chapters: 1/1

Jason only wanted to win the bet against Dick and find the best bakery in Paris during their stay in the French capital. He didn’t mean to gain a new sister, he swears.

Remember some chapters are longer than others

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Daminette Ao3 Recommendations

An Email Away by LovelyLore

Chapters: 17/?

Marinette had been startled to find out that her school and a school in America were collaborating to do a pen pal assignment. To be fair, the assignment was suppose to help the students with the grammar of the language they were learning. Marinette pulled a random name out of the box. She hoped Damian wrote good French and that she could write well enough English.

How A Demon Commissions An Angel by AlixAnonymous

Chapters: 19/25

Damian Wayne really needs to get his brothers good Christmas presents or else he may be sent off to the Teen Titans because apparently his people skills "leave much to be desired". Succeeding where his brothers failed, he manages to find out the true identity of their favorite French fashion designer, MDC. Getting her to make their gifts would certainly cement his ability to say. The only problem? Those nonexistent people skills might prove detrimental as his email makes himself an enemy that's quite near her breaking point.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng has had a hard two years to put it lightly. There are no more good days for her, just ones that aren't as bad. The email threatening to expose her, potentially making her already awful situation even more unbearable, comes on one of the worst. Could her reply be the first hint in years of the fire that has been nearly snuffed by her classmates? They both might be surprised to find how much life can change with some well constructed sentences and a couple terribly made aliases.

Today will be a good day by mysweetvillain

Chapters: 1/1

Marinette wanted to believe that today was going to be a good day.

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A Mistake by nxrthmizu

Chapters: 1/1

Damian had always thought that turning eighteen was a privilege. Boy, was he wrong. It was, in fact, a nuisance.

It's (Not) Genetics by DesertSnowQueen

History Repeats

Chapters: 1/1

When Kitty Noire makes an appearance in Gotham, she finds herself drawn to a certain little bird whose brothers are far too entertained by this turn of events

Your Not-Quite Maid Marian

Chapters: 1/1

Robin spots Kitty Noire again while on patrol

Part 2

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Day 4 - Number

X + Y = ...

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There came a time in life when people are assigned partners or a group to work with. Rarely does it matter if you get along with the person or not, but what matters is the end result, no matter how it was reached within legal and ethical parameters.

If Marinette Dupain-Cheng could strangle the person who put her with Damian Wayne, then she would. Damian Wayne was, on all accounts, an entitled, arrogant bastard who had the brains and brawn to back it up, much to her chagrin. He was intelligent beyond his years, an Adonis with symmetrical features (that may or may not have influenced her new designs and sketches), and somehow had the maturity of an old wise sage and a thirteen-year-old brat all at the same time. He berated her on the little mistakes she made and poked at the contributions she made to the project in question.

It wasn't like she was a saint either. After the initial bumpy meeting, she would blow her fuse earlier than she did with her friends, and snark made its debut into her attitude. Funny enough, it only came out when she dealt with him.

They were too opposite of each other to get along, yet too similar to each other to let bygones be bygones. Both of them were bull-headed, independent, creative diverse people who work against people two or three years older than them. But where she was bubbly, he was prickly. Where he called it realism, she called it pessimism. Her idealism was his half-witted optimism. Stubborn to a fault, they both were unwilling to see the other's side. She hated him, and he hated her.

Jon was her — their, if they were being technical — only saving light in this whole fiasco. He stepped in before the arguments got too big, slinging an arm over Damian's shoulder, or asking Marinette about her latest fashion project. His smile was their saving grace, and she wondered, on more than one occasion, how he managed to put up with the asshole that was Damian Wayne.

Which brought her to her impromptu lunch with Jon in the campus cafeteria. It was not a date, thank you very much. Or at least, that's what she was telling herself and the little Adrien devil sitting on her shoulder. Jon was there to accompany Damian, and Damian was there to attempt to finish their project together.

At that moment, Damian was out buying his vegan lunch while Marinette and Jon had already found a table and were chowing down on their homemade lunches. She had almost rolled her eyes when he made a snide comment about her squished pastries, biting back a remark about how spoiled he was, buying subpar lunch at a cafeteria that jacked the prices way too high.

"Jon," she whined, slamming her head on the table. "Why, why are you friends with the démon himself?"

Jon gave her a smile, gulping down a bite of his sandwich. "Our dads are friends, and we've been friends since I was twelve. We get along."

"But why? You are like me, so how can you put up with him, but I can't?" She wanted to point at him with her chopsticks, but she could already imagine the earful she'd get from her Maman. She shuddered at the thought. Maman always knew, always.

"Why? We're two different people, so I guess opposites attract." He took another bite of his sandwich, eyeing the crowd.

She stared him down. "Let me put it this way. We," she gestured to the two of them, "we are like terms. X, if you will. Now, he is Y, which is the perpendicular to X, and by all means, should not get along. How is it that you intersect with him while Damian is like a parallel line to me?"

"Because..." He trailed off, trying to process what she said and refute it at the same time, gave up and shrugged. "I don't know. Something about getting put in near-death situations where you can only rely on the other person just does it. You learn to get along."

Marinette blinked at his unflinching smile. Dazzling, yes, and she never would have thought he talked about being in near-death situations if she hadn't heard it herself. They stared each other down. She wanted to know what he meant. He started sweating under her gaze, sandwich laid forgotten in his hands.

He looked away first. Ha.

"I think I can hear Damian calling me. I'm just going to—" He muttered and cut through the crowd like a blade in water. Not even ten seconds later, he emerged from the crowd again, dragging along a grumbling Damian behind him.

Her face twisted, pastries forgotten on the side. "How the hell did you hear Damian calling out to you?"

"Please, I could hear the both of you from a mile away." The green-eyed boy scoffed. "Maybe you should get your hearing tested."

She narrowed her eyes. "If you were listening, you would have noticed I was talking about hearing you, not—"

"Ok then." Jon interrupted, seeing the signs of a brewing argument. "How about we just chill for a bit, maybe not kill each other until the rest of the day?"

They glared at each other from the corner of their eyes and gave a solemn nod. Jon was trying to make an effort to get his friends to like each other, and they both agreed to compromise for Jon. It didn't make it any less irritating to sit with each other though.

Jon grinned. "Great! Now, I think we were in the middle of discussing our favourite heroes the last time we sat together."

Damian and Marinette groaned. If there was one other thing they agreed on, it was their mutual dislike of whatever topics Jon brought up. Specifically if it had to do with heroes.

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Marinette stretched her hands up, rolling her neck. "I think that's it. The hell project is finished."

"Yes it is." Damian cricked his neck with his hand, groaning.

Jon looked at them with puppy eyes. "Come on, it couldn't have been that bad."

"Jon, I don't know where the hell you've been for the past two hours, but this was absolute hell." She glared at the innocent boy, who answered with a blank stare.

"Save it, DC." Damian huffed, not looking up at her. Jon's face lit up at the nickname. In his eyes, it was a step forward to friendship between the stubborn geniuses. "Kent isn't going to suddenly become more aware just because you've pointed it out. You have to wait for him to come to the conclusion himself."

Jon looked like he sucked a lemon. "Hey, rude much!"

"Everything I've said was true, and you know it." Damian rolled his eyes. If she got along with the boy, she would have laughed. As it was, she settled for a minute smile. "And if we're talking about rude, then I would appreciate it if you would not insist on using my phone to talk to Dupain-Cheng between classes."

"What?" Jon's face lit up Peach pink, and she felt hers do the same. "I mean, you're the one with her phone number for the project—"

"—and it's not as if you hadn't memorised her phone number already." Damian gave her a terse nod. She stared at him. What was he doing?

Before the two stunned people could move, he stood up. "Now, if you will excuse me. I have better things to do with my time than to watch this paltry game of chicken."

They watched as he strode off, and the room was quiet. They couldn't make eye contact with each other, and their eyes were glued to the table.

Come on, Mari, she thought, new country, new university, new you.

She took a deep breath, glanced up then back down again. Nope. Couldn't do it that time. Maybe once more.

This time, she met shy blue eyes and a blinding smile.

"So..." He trailed off, phone in his hand.

Her heart fluttered, and she channeled as much Lady Noire energy as she could. "Can I have your number?"

He nodded and gave her that wonderful heartthrob smile she loved so much. She almost melted on the spot. Oh Kwami, she was doomed from the beginning.

hello and welcome back to hlmhlmn! they've exchanged phone numbers now, marriage is next— kidding. but anyways. thank you again @maribat-calendar-events for the lovely prompts and i hope you stick around <3

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Day 1 - Sweater Vest

Dimple Boy

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Curse her and her confidence in her luck. She should know better by now. When did anything go her way?

It was her first day of university. She set her alarms for the day, she had packed everything she needed. She woke up early and had the time to put a tiny bit of mascara and lip balm on, not seeing the point of lip gloss when she was wearing a mask anyway. She even triple-checked the weather for thunderstorms so she could bring an umbrella. Lord knows Adrien would hold it over her if she didn't bring one. Nothing. Clear sunny skies, no wind, and a cool temperature of nineteen degrees celsius.

When she came out wearing a chunky pale sweater vest on top of a long-sleeved dress shirt paired with the warmest pair of blue jeans she could find, she thought she would be fine. It was going to get hotter in the day, and she was fine as is in her current outfit. If it got hotter, she could take off the sweater vest, maybe roll up her jeans once or twice. But it didn't matter to her because her aesthetic university life was finally happening.

What she didn't prepare for was the unthinkable, which was weird because she always prepared for the unthinkable. She didn't think that a supervillain would come and turn Metropolis into his own winter wonderland. How could she have even known? She wasn't psychic.

It wasn't a problem of the villain destroying the building, or even turning their sunny day into winter. No, it was to do with the snow pile-up in front of all the exits to the first floor. In the one building without a working heater as they were still in the process of replacing the old one. The power was out too because of the attack, and they were relying on the backup generator to even power the emergency lights.

For everyone else, that meant a couple more hours stuck inside the chilly building. It might have sucked, but it was just a little colder than usual. The city clean-up crew would be there in a couple of hours anyway so they weren't worried.

For Marinette, it was absolute hell. It was freezing in the building. Her teeth rattled, her shoulders shook, and the tips of her fingers were turning blue. She looked down at her hands and tucked them in her armpits. Ok, maybe the last one was an exaggeration but they were very pale and felt like they could fall off at any second.

Curse her stupid hibernation side effects from wielding the Ladybug miraculous.

"Hey," a guy called out, but she didn't look around, too focused on trying to trap the heat in her body.

"Hey, uh, miss!" She still didn't look around. He probably wasn't calling her. She hadn't talked to anyone in class besides the green-haired boy in the vicuna wool turtleneck, who had returned her greetings with a curt response. He didn't sound like someone who would approach anyone, much less her. The voice was different as well, more jolly and mellow.

Then, she felt a weight drop on her shoulders, and she whirled around in shock to meet a dazzling pair of blue eyes. "You look like you're freezing."

She stared in shock at the handsome boy. He was tall, the top of her head reaching his shoulders, he had black hair and snow-white skin. They made his blue eyes pop like jewels, sparkling even under the poor emergency lights funded by the school. When he smiled at her, she swore she lost the ability to see for at least five seconds because it was so bright.

"I— I did?" She stuttered, and she wanted to slam her hand against her mouth. Her stupid filter was gone, as it always was when she met a pretty boy.

Thankfully, the boy remained oblivious. "Yeah, I thought you might need an extra layer of warmth. Your sweater vest looks cute, but I don't think it's enough for a snow day."

He grinned at her, and she couldn't help the flush creeping across her cheeks. He thought she was cute. Well, he thought her sweater vest was cute. That was close enough, right?

In the back of her mind, she couldn't help but notice how warm the jacket already was before he put it on her. She also noticed that it smelled like the tarte tatin her parents made at the bakery. God, she was a creep. It didn't stop her from snuggling into the flannel further, and she told herself it was just for warmth, not because she wanted to remember the smell.

She opened her mouth to thank him, but she was interrupted. "Kent!"

They turned their heads toward the voice. It was the guy she sat next to in the lecture today. He scowled, although it didn't seem to be from bad intentions, merely mild irritation.

"Hey, Dames!" The blue-eyed boy called back. "I'll be over in a sec."

He looked back at her, and she could have sworn the light chose to shine straight on him, dazzling her. "I'll see you around then."

"Wait, what about your jacket?" She reached to her shoulders to take it off, but he placed a hand on her shoulders. Her face burst into flames at the contact.

"Don't worry, keep it. You look like you need it more anyway." He was too nice. Too goddamn nice.

"I couldn't just do that!" She stammered, gripping the hem of the jacket. "I'll give it back to you tomorrow. Promise."

"Ok then." His dimples peaked out, and she swooned on the inside. "I'm Jon."

"Mari. I'm Marinette."

If his grin could grow any wider, it did. "That's a cool name. I'll see you around."

Before she could do anything, he jogged off to the scowling boy, giving her a two-finger salute.

She groaned and fought the urge to bury her head in her hands. Damn it, why did she always fall the moment a cute guy did something nice for her?

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Day 5 - Bake/Power

Saturday is Apple Pie Day

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This was a bad idea. This was such a bad idea. Why did Tikki let her do this? In fact, why did she let Tikki encourage her to do this? This was going to be a disaster. A total catastrophe. A glorified mess. She should have never even thought about doing it.

So, why on earth was she standing in the middle of the Kents' kitchen in Smallville, Kansas, rolling out pastry dough on the tiled countertop?

"If I knew this is what you looked like, I would have insisted that Jon bring you over sooner." Martha Kent gave her a beaming smile, mixing the cut up apples in a well-loved ceramic bowl. "It's not everyday my grandson makes such kind and pretty friends."

Marinette blushed, focusing her eyes on the sweet shortcut pastry in front of her. "You're too kind, madame."

"Psh, I tell it how I see it. And please, call me Martha." She paused to pat Marinette's head. Marinette's chest felt warm, and she grinned. Her Papa used to always pat her head in the kitchen when they baked together. As she got older, she was in the kitchen less and less, but he never stopped crushing her in his bear hugs.

"Then, thank you, Miss Martha." It felt wrong calling the woman by her first name alone. Her Maman and Papa brought her up with manners, and it was unfathomable to abandon them, especially with Jon's grandmother.

Martha nodded her and gave her a knowing smile, which she returned with a sheepish grin.

"Well, Marinette," The elder woman rolled up her sleeves. "These pies aren't going to bake themselves. I still need to give you a taste of my world-famous apple pies!"

Marinette almost laughed out loud. Jon had promised his grandmother that he would help her make some of her mouth-watering apple pies for the local county fair over the weekend, but his dad had an emergency at work, so the whole Kent family were staying back in Metropolis. There wasn't anytime to find another person to help Ma Kent, and the job called for at least two or three people. He didn't know what to do, and he never wanted to disappoint his grandmother, even if she said it was fine.

In the middle of the night, either early Saturday morning or late Friday evening, he called Marinette. She was the only friend he knew that was available and wouldn't blow up the kitchen five seconds into picking up a bowl. A bowl.

A roaring siren blast into her ears, and she cracked open her bleary eyes. That wasn't her alarm clock. This was her ringer for calls in the middle of the night. It was the only thing that could wake her up. It also was the same alarm they used in Paris when there was a Code Black akuma. Without looking at the caller, she swiped at the screen.

"Whoever you are, you better be either calling me to inform me of someone's death, or you are calling to call yours in at an earlier, more convenient time."

"Hey Mari," Oh Kwami. What the hell was Jon doing calling her at...

She glanced at her digital alarm clock beside her. "Jon, what the hell are you doing calling me at four am in the morning?"

"Is that the time there? I'm so sorry for calling you so early in the morning."

If this was Adrien speaking, she would have already hung up, or at least threaten his demise. But since this was Jon, she was cool.

"What do you want?" She winced at her tone. Apparently, she should add blunt to the list.

Either Jon was a saint, oblivious, or he thought the matter was of utmost importance. "I need to call in a favour. It's really important to me."

Marinette wanted to stab herself, but she didn't hesitate with her next words.

"I'll do it."

Biting her lip, she slammed her fist into her thigh to prevent her from screaming at herself. Desperate, much? Yes, but she would rather be called pathetic, thank you very much.

She could feel Jon smiling through the phone. His voice said it all. "Really? Are you sure? I haven't even told you the favour yet!"

"Trust me, I can do it. It's a Saturday." She waved off, trying to play it cool. "It's not like you're asking me to steal someone's phone to delete an embarrassing video or text."

She paused, thinking about it. Then, she shrugged. "Even if you did ask me to do that, I've been there, done that. It would be a piece of cake."

"What?" She cringed. He was not supposed to know that.

"It doesn't matter. So, what was the favour again?"

"Mari," Her heart stuttered at his tone. It sounded like he was whispering directly into her ear, even if it was probably because he didn't want people around him knowing she had committed a felony in the past, and was willing to do it again. God, the power this boy held in his hands over her. "Did you just say you stole a phone—"

"—moving on—"

"—Mari—" "—nette? Marinette?" The bluebell-eyed girl snapped to attention, and Martha chuckled.

"What's got you in a tizzy?" She nudged the younger girl with her hip. "Thinking about my grandson?"

Her cheeks warmed, but she shook her head, averting her eyes to the dough she was stretching over a pie dish. "It wasn't anything like what you're thinking, I promise!"

"A shame, then." Martha pinched her cheek with flour-dusted fingers, making her glance up. "You'd be perfect for him. He needs a woman with a level-head on her shoulders, much like his father."

Marinette lit up like a Christmas tree. It wasn't everyday you got compared to Lois Lane, one of the most successful working women in the world. Not only was she a Pulitzer Prize winner amongst her many awards, she was an independent figure who stood in the field of journalism and made a name for herself, unafraid to risk her life to get the truth and justice.

"Thank you, madame." Marinette stretched out the pie dish lined with dough. The elder women waved her off, accepting the dish.

"No need for thanks. And, as I've said, call me Martha." Beaming at the blushing young lady, she started to scoop some pie filling into the dish.

Marinette started to roll the other dough out, being careful not to break the butter up too much. The heat in the kitchen caught up to her, but it was a heat whose familiarity grew with years of living with bakers for parents. She was in her element, and it made her calm. It was going good. As long as she kept her cool, she could potentially make it out of this without embarrassing

"Grandma!" A boy called out from outside the house. "Dad dropped me off, so I'm here to help!"

The back door burst open, and a beaming Jon Kent came ambling into the kitchen. He grinned, dipping his index finger into the bowl where they had mixed the apple mixture in and put it in his mouth. "Mhm, that's some good apple."

Marinette's did all she could to keep herself level. She needed to be calm, to be ice cold. No emotions at all. If she didn't, then Martha and Jon would both know. Her face would be too red. So, she took a deep breath, forcing her body to relax. It was like she placed a stopper on her emotions, just like in Paris. Shuddering, she shook all thoughts off of Paris. She came to Metropolis for a reason.

Martha let out a hearty laugh. "Too late for that offer, but thank you so much, sweetheart!"

"Always happy to help, Grandma." Jon grinned, and he turned to Marinette for the first time since he entered the room. "Thanks so much for doing this, Mars."

Shit. Emotions down, emotions down. Marinette smiled. What are you doing, idiot? Stop smiling! If she doesn't smile, it would be weirder. He just thanked her. What was she supposed to do, not smile and be a bitch? Point taken.

"Anytime, Jon." Martha glanced at the two of them and shook her head side to side, handing Marinette a bowl of cream and a whisk.

"Oh, youth. What a beautiful time for love." She winked at Marinette, and the young girl flushed, all control over her body gone as her face lit up redder than Rudolph's nose.

"GRANDMA!"

Marinette took pride in not being the only flushed teenager in the room. Maybe it wasn't as one-sided as she thought.

Nah, she thought, busying herself with the cream. Get your mind out of the gutter.

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Day 6: Flustered

Like a Baby Otter

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This was it. This was where she would die. She had faced countless monsters, demons straight out of her nightmares, the end of the world, her greatest nemesis, herself. How could this be the end? It couldn't be, it couldn't.

But it was. She could feel death calling to her. Agony crawled up her throat, heart twisted and cold. Betrayed by the person she called her brother in a parking lot behind a Taco Bell.

"Mari, I swear to kwami, if you do not get out of the car, I will break down the door myself and carry you in there over my shoulder."

She glared at the grey fuzzy fabric on the vintage car's roof. "This car is worth more than your salary tripled. I'd like to see you try, traitor."

He groaned, and she heard a loud slap. "C'mon, Mari. I'm supposed to be the dramatic one, not you."

"Yeah, well you should have thought about that before you dragged me to a Taco Bell to have a date with Jon." Marinette hissed, curling up against the dog plush toy she kept in the car as a pillow.

She refused to make a statement on who she got it from. ("I don't see why I need a reason to get a stuffed toy.") Nor did she go into detail as to why she made it a little flannel jacket ("They were leftovers!"), and she rebelled against the very idea of talking about it in English ("We are French, we speak French!").

While Adrien was her brother by all accounts except blood, he was also a romantic, and a massive dork. He saw Marinette, in all her flustered glory, pining over the sweet Metropolis boy with the clunky glasses and the cute dimples. The one who lent her his flannel jacket when she got cold on her first day at the University of Metropolis. Adrien saw the way her eyes lit up whenever the black-haired boy walked into the room, the way her cheeks flushed when she waved at him.

Adrien also saw the way the blue-eyed boy's gaze always roamed the room, landing on her without a fail. The way his dimples deepened, and his laughter became fuller as he stared into Adrien's little sister's crystal blue eyes.

He thought things would run their course. It was only a matter of days. One of them had to step up to the plate and ask the other out. But days turned into weeks, weeks into months, months into a semester. They were no closer to getting together than they were at the start.

So, Adrien decided they could use a helping hand. Another week of subtle nudging went by, and all that came out of it was a pitiful "not-a-date" amusement park outing that set them back a further two steps because the two became even more awkward around each other, if that was even possible. This may have also led to the incorporation of Kujo, the flannel-wearing dog plushie, into the Dupain-Cheng sibling's daily car rides.

Adrien snapped. He had had it with the two idiots oblivious to the other's feelings. They were going to get together by the end of this week, whether it was by fate or by his own hand. It had nothing to do with the fifty dollars he bet with Damian about Jonette (Marinette and Jon's ship name, patent pending). Nothing. How dare you even insinuate he would bet on his little sister's love life. For shame.

He was about to yell out for Plagg to come out, hoping to scare Marinette, when the gods decided to favor him for once.

"Mars?" His sister jumped up, smashing her head against the backseat.

"Jon?" She bounded out the door, leaving Adrien gobsmacked. He had been trying to get her out of the car for the past ten minutes— "What are you doing here?"

Jon rubbed his neck and glanced at Adrien. "Adrien said you wanted to talk with me? I don't know why we're in a Taco Bell, of course. I mean, not that Taco Bells aren't good, but they're not where I expected we were gonna meet— not that I didn't want to meet you because I did want to meet up with you—"

Oh god. Someone, anyone, please take Adrien out of his misery. There were two of them.

Adrien did what he did best. He meddled in his little sister's love life, yet again.

"I'm starving," he groaned, slinging an arm over Marinette's shoulder and pulling her forward so she was closer to Jon. "I'm gonna head inside, order something for all of us, then come back out. Jon, do you want anything?"

"Uh, you choose, I trust you." Jon fidgeted with his glasses, noticing the increase in proximity with Marinette. Adrien gave a feral grin, patting his little sister on the shoulder. Oh, Jon better put trust in him after today.

"Great, have fun, you two!" Before any of them could protest, Adrien bolted out of there faster than they could say 'Superman'.

And then there were two.

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