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Daminette AU idea part 4

I did not think this story would take off like that. Thank you all for your support! I also want everyone to know how difficult this part was for me to write. My Oma (grandmother) suffered from schizophrenia and PTSD, and a lot of Adrien's actions today will be a mirror of what she did or said. I apologize to everyone if this is offensive to you, I am basing this on my own personal experience but this is by far not what the majority of people are like when suffering from any mental health issues. If anybody has any tips for writing this, please message me!

For better or for worse

The batfam immediately jumped into action, Dick rushes to the penthouse to pick up the Miraculous box, Tim runs to the batcave to locate where they might be, Jason goes immediately for his guns and Alfred transforms on the spot for the first time in 3 decades. Bruce makes sure the rest of the League has their costumes handy, while Barbara calls her father to set up a perimeter preemptively and minimize casualties. Damien holds Marinette close, wanting nothing more than to go get his sword and cut them down now, but not wanting to leave Marinette alone. Diana stands beside her also, looking at Marinette's pale face. She asks her quietly, will you run? Or fight? She says it in a steely voice that pulls Marinette from the tortures of the past and make her consider her surroundings. She will not stand by idly. She MUST protect the Miraculi. And she will not be a useless bystander. Her face still pale but set, she smiles to Diana. Dick chooses that moment to Portal back with the box and Marinette jumps on it, pulling out the Snake for Dick, telling him to transform and put his costume overtop.

"if anything happens, this will give you a second chance. Use it as often as you need to, but know that you will need to recharge after" she then grabs another miraculous and asks him to pass it to Tim. She grabs the cat and gives it to Damien. "Transform or don't, but make sure that ring is well hidden." she grabs the dragon and calls Tikki to herself, asking her to change the shape. As she's doing that she turns to Diana. "Diana Prince, can I trust you to protect the Miraculous I hand you? Will you make sure that no matter what, this Miraculous will never fall into the hands of darkness and evil?" Diana nodded solemnly. ." I swear". Marinette nodded, picking up the changed Dragon Miraculous and handed Diana the Miraculous she would protect, while she transformed herself. The suit was still mostly black, with a red cape, but the five circles on her Cape and gloves looked slightly different. Damien couldn't place it, but something was different. Diana took her leave to quickly change. Damien turned to Marinette, still reluctant to leave her without a Wayne. Jason came in at that moment, nodding to Damien he then took the rest of the box and and led Marinette to the bat cave. Alfred was on the computer with Oracle already, Tim was trying to figure out how to hide the ears that came with his under costume, listening to the police scanner to see if they had any leads yet. The League was starting to gather and Damien as Robin materialized at Marinette's side.

"The situation we find ourselves in today is quite different. Few of us are masters at magic, let alone an ancient magic to do with gods. However, this is what we know: Adrien Agreste, former Chat Noir, has lost his mind and is coming here because he saw the Miraculous Cure from Guardian Angel two weeks ago. According to our public source, he wants the Miraculi of the cat and of ladybug to wish back a dead classmate and create a "perfect world" for himself. What that world looks like for the rest of us is anybody's guess, but something I am unwilling to even entertain. With the permission from Guardian Angel we have the use of a few Miraculi at our hands. Angel? Do you have information to pass on?"

" I want everyone to remember that yes, we're dealing with teenagers, but they're not without their dangers. We're not only dealing with the former Chat Noir, but also Rena Rouge. Neither of them were big planners, but Rena Rouge was sharp and observative, and we also know that they have the, unwilling it may be, help from a brilliant strategist and hacker. Max created a sentimental robot at age thirteen and can override street cams and home security. Alya is an aspiring journalist, she spent her every minute since our first appearance tracking us, trying to unmask us. We know from Nino's message that they've got the backing from a metropolis villain, and that Adrien and Alya are more than slightly unhinged. That means there is very little they're NOT willing to do"

The next 20 minutes were spent planning, they were counting on robots and guns, so they put the more bullet resistant members at the front. The majority would remain back up, protect the Miraculi in the tower, and run interference to keep civilians safe. All the planning in the world would not prepare them for what they met at Gotham City outskirts.

Nino was worried. He'd seen some weird and nasty things in Paris during Hawkmoth's reign, but the fear he felt now eclipsed it all. Adrien was standing by the window at Luthor corp. He looked serene, a soft smile on his face. But his eyes weren't seeing the Metropolis skyline. They were unfocused and every once in a while he'd nod his head, as if agreeing with a thought he'd just had. His smile would become a smirk, and he would look dangerous, like when he had killed Max's parents. He'd been reluctant at first, Nino could tell. He'd hesitated. But then he'd turned his head, as if hearing something, nodded along, and then done what he had to. He'd turned back to sunshine child in a heartbeat, smiling reassuringly and telling Max that the Miraculous would bring them back, he just had to help them get it. The blood dripping down his shirt made the boy look far more deranged than reassuring. The fact he was looking over Max's shoulder rather than at his face made it even worse. This pattern continued for a while. He'd hesitate, and a bit of the Adrien from the first day of school would shine through, but he'd hear something and he'd do it. He always turned back to the sweet boy next door afterwards, but everytime became easier for him do something atrocious. Fourteen victims later and now he just smiled, as if trying to reassure his victim that they'd be okay. Nino shuddered. What the heck was happening with Adrien? He looked to the other two in the room.

Alya was glaring at a computer provided to them. She shuddered at Adrien's behaviour as well, but she needed to get revenge. Ladybug had been her hero and then had turned around and had Alya arrested and Lila deported. And Lila could NOT be a liar. Because if Lila was a liar, that meant that Alya had ruined her reputation as a journalist, had fought with and hurt her friend for a nobody. And that was unacceptable. She was a journalist. She was never wrong!.... Except right now, when she was trying to prove Lila's innocence. Now, as she researched all the amazing things Lila had done, all she was finding were the stories she herself posted. And videos debunking each and every claim. Even Lila's mother had stated that they hadn't left Paris once since landing. "Dammit! Lila is not a liar!" Alya screamed at her computer.

"She won't be when I make my wish" Adrien said, still smiling softly over Alya's head.

"What do you mean?" Alya's voice was sharp.

"Nothing" Adrien shook his head.

"We're ready to proceed" Lex Luther stated from the door, a sick smile on his face.

Max was ready to wet himself. Or have mental breakdown number five. This was insane! How could Adrien think any of this was okay? How could he think the Miraculi would fix all the damage he had done, when there was no proof it even worked outside of magic? Max looked fearfully towards Nino for reassurance, but there had been no reply so far from any heroes. Had they received the message? Were Nino and Max also in trouble by association? What was their plan to help the heroes? Looking out at the elaborate lay out of Luther's hidden base, Max wasn't sure if there was anything they could do. Looking at Nino's pale face and Adrien's serene smile was not at all reassuring.

This is bad, was the collective thought from the members of the League. Usually Luther was a one man (even if that man was Super) job. But this.... How had he gotten so many people under his thumb? When? Staring back at them were the faces of jot only Luther's Army, but all surviving member os the League of Assassins, including Bane, and what looked like Scarecrow. Interspersed were some Luther Tec robots and hired guns.

"OH.... This is much worse than I thought"

Thank you so much for sticking with me so far! The next part will hopefully be out by tonight and then the last part will likely take me a few days between University! Hope you enjoy! I hope I got all the people who asked to be tagged. I'm still learning the ropes but I'm trying my best.

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Acceptance | Chapter 8

Previously: PROLOGUE - CHAPTER 1 - CHAPTER 2 - CHAPTER 3 - CHAPTER 4 - CHAPTER 5 - CHAPTER 6 - CHAPTER 7

CHAPTER 8

When Jurina left the apartment and took the subway to join The Blue Moon, she couldn’t help reflecting once more upon the complicated nature of her relationship with Rena. After what had occurred the previous week-end in the VIP room, it was obvious another dangerous line had been crossed. And what about the fact that she could still feel the sensation of Rena’s smooth skin under her fingertips, and recall distinctively the explicit noises escaping the stripper’s quivering lips as she had made love to her?

The memory of that night was still so vividly imprinted in her mind, that it clearly didn’t help clear her head on the subject.

Jurina was well conscious that she absolutely ought to think and act more rationally when she would face Rena this time. Indisputably, the situation had escaped her total control. Her initial objective to have a serious discussion with Rena had unfortunately not resisted the latter’s charms and relentless advances. In the end, Jurina’s repressed feelings for the stripper had burst free and she had given in to her deepest desires, ravishing the body so voluntarily offered to her.

After witnessing so many times in the past the stripper’s confident personality, Jurina feared the latter might not be so eager to accept to take a step back when they had already gone so far. There was no denying a part of her found Rena’s dominant side irresistibly appealing, yet she urgently needed to find a way to slow down things between them. Under no circumstances, she could let the situation escalate any further than that: not when there was one crucial element about her physical appearance that Rena still ignored entirely.

When Jurina walked in the club a little while later, she didn’t even have time to remove her vest fully – and even less to scan the main room in search of the desired stripper - that a familiar twenty years old waitress was already arriving and standing right in front of her table. “Hello Jurina. How are you doing tonight?”

“Hi, Anna…” Jurina blinked, slightly caught off guard by her swift apparition. Generally, she was the one to call and address the waitress first when she needed something: not the other way around. “I’m fine, thanks. Busy night?”

“It’s alright for now, but Saturdays evenings are rarely restful. I wouldn’t be surprised if the club was packed with people in an hour.”

Jurina nodded in agreement. The strip club may be quiet and peaceful during workdays, it was a whole different story when it came to the week-end. It was the undeniable proof of its continued success: a success that didn’t show sign of diminishing since Jurina had entered the club for the first time almost a year ago.

“I suppose you want to see Gekikara? I’m sorry, but she hasn’t arrived yet.”

Jurina was taken aback by the revelation. “She hasn’t?” She checked the time on her phone in perplexity. “But she should already have started her shift half an hour ago.”

Anna gave her a small apologetic look. “I know, but exceptionally, she had to change her shift with a new girl tonight. She won’t be here until at least two more hours... Actually, that’s why I’m here. Gekikara asked me to tell you that she would perfectly understand if you chose not to wait so long but to go home instead. In the meantime, she wanted me to offer you a drink.”

Jurina didn’t bother to hide her disappointment at the unfortunate news of Rena’s absence, and observed the bottle of beer Anna was casually placing in front of her. “Alright…Thanks for warning me.”

Without hesitation, she slipped a bill on the table.

“No, it’s not necessary.” Anna shook her head in protest at the gesture. “I told you: it’s on the house.”

“It’s not for the drink.” Jurina clarified. “It’s your tip.”

Anna paused for a moment, surprised, until a smile of gratitude moved to her lips. “You really don’t have to, but thank you.”

Jurina followed absent-mindedly the waitress’s movements as she accepted the money and placed it in her pouch, before analysing the consequences of Rena’s current absence. For the first time, she realized the real constraint that represented her lack of means of communication with the other girl. Until now, she had never really thought about it. After all, she knew easily where to find her, and could meet her every week-end at her convenience.

After such an unexpected turn of events, she strongly wished she had been warned beforehand. Pondering over her next course of action, curiosity got the best of her when she replayed in her head her previous conversation with the waitress. Gekikara had asked Anna to deliver a message to her in person. Surely, the request might have seemed a little odd to her?

“Anna...” Jurina addressed the waitress hesitantly. “What did Gekikara tell you about us exactly?”

“Gekikara?” Anna frowned, visibly genuinely surprised by the question. “Nothing much: she’s a private person. She’s always been kind and polite with me and all the other girls working at the club, but she never shared much about herself or her clients. Why do you ask?”

“Simple curiosity.” Jurina brushed it off with a tentative smile. “Thanks for answering.”

The waitress nodded and left her table, but didn’t go very far as she stopped a few feet away. Startled, Jurina watched the other girl as she soon retraced her steps back to the table.

“Gekikara might not be talkative,” Anna admitted. “But I’ve been working at this club for a year now. Regulars’ faces. The specific way each stripper dances on stage, or expertly manoeuvres their way to obtain more money from clients. Intimate gestures, or slightly unconventional interactions between strippers and customers. I guess it comes with the perks of the job: not much escapes my attention by now.”

Jurina processed the waitress’s statement, not missing the small amused and knowing look Anna was sending her. For someone she had always considered sweet and inoffensive, it now occurred to her that she had misjudged her a little. If anything, Anna’s apparent angelic innocence concealed in fact an observant nature. A quiet and discreet girl who was astutely keeping to herself much more than she was obviously willing to reveal.

It was now the second bottle of beer Jurina was drinking, and the wait had never felt so painfully and atrociously long. Checking the time on her phone for the umptieth time, Jurina let out a despondent sigh when she noted in discouragement that only a very short hour had passed since she had entered the club. Until now, her wish to meet and spend time with Rena had successfully motivated her to stay, yet she couldn’t ignore anymore the profound boredom invading her.

What could she say?

After Akane’s departure, Gekikara was the sole reason why she had accepted to come back to the club, and had kept coming back diligently week after week. Without Gekikara’s precious presence around, the place just felt nothing but dull and unappealing.

Unfortunately, neither the alcohol or the countless strippers shows unfolding on stage were managing to keep her entertained tonight. Recalling the message Rena had delivered to the waitress, Jurina’s eyes flickered towards the exit, beginning to consider that option seriously. If Rena trustfully didn’t mind her leaving, then maybe she should just accept her suggestion and go home.

The club was now bustling with people - just as Anna had rightfully predicted - and a little voice growing inside Jurina’s head feared the possibility that she might not even be able to spend that much time with Rena anyway once she would have arrived. Clearly, the mere idea of reliving that terribly frustrating evening - when she had barely been able to share more than a few words with Rena - certainly didn’t appeal to her in the slightest.

At the sound of a male voice announcing through the speakers the beginning of the next show, Jurina took a distracted peek towards the main stage. Jurina listened as it was soon revealed that a brand, new girl was about to perform, now recalling indeed that a stripper had been hired to replace the recent departure of Nyan Nyan, the club’s oldest dancer. Apparently, the twenty-nine years old girl – who had made the bright days of The Blue Moon for so many years – had decided to retire from the profession.

Jurina left her second Kirin aside when she noted that it was entirely empty, momentarily putting at the back of her head her intention to leave to focus her attention instead on the show. It wasn’t everyday that the club hired a stripper, and Jurina found herself admittedly mildly curious about this new girl.

Making herself comfortable in the red, leather sofa, Jurina listened as a sensual music soon filled the air, and the lights illuminated the front of the stage. The moment after, a feminine silhouette appeared from the back of the stage, dressed sexily in black lace lingerie. Jurina followed her every move as the girl progressed slowly towards the spotlight, conceding that the club had definitely made a clever decision by hiring her. Despite the fact the darkness was still hindering her facial features, the rest of her appearance spoke for itself. Whoever might be this new girl, she had been blessed with a gorgeous body.

When the light finally revealed the stripper’s identity, Jurina grew rigid.

No, it wasn’t possible.

It couldn’t be…

If Jurina had had more alcohol in her system, then she would have convinced herself that her crazy imagination was playing tricks on her mind. Her two bottles of beer might have indeed numbed her senses slightly, she surely wasn’t wasted. This new stripper, currently dancing in rhythm with the sensual music and undressing on stage, didn’t just look like someone she knew. It wasn’t simply a shocking strong resemblance with a girl she had now been twice intimate with.

She was Nana.

The whole time of the performance, Jurina couldn’t detach her eyes from her. At this point, there was no mistake possible. Even though Jurina had a hard time wrapping her head around the possibility, Nana was beyond doubt that stripper dancing provocatively in front of the audience. When the music faded in the background and the lights went out a little while later, Jurina followed Nana’s retreating form until she disappeared from the stage and vanished from her sight.

After that night she had invited Nana over at her apartment, she had absolutely no intention of calling her a third time. They would not cross path anew: there was nothing Jurina was more positively certain of. But here she was, bringing into question her strongest certitudes. For a reason she couldn’t fathom, Nana was now a stripper at The Blue Moon. The precise same place where Rena was also working at.

Exceptionally, she had to change her shift with a new girl tonight.

When Anna’s previous words came back to the forefront of her mind, everything clicked. Nana was the new girl the waitress had mentioned. And, as she progressively recalled another strange event that had occurred the previous week, realization dawned on her that she had in fact already seen Nana at the club before today.

Her head began to throb as she tried to sort it all out.

After such a shocking discovery, she was more than relieved that Rena still hadn’t arrived yet. Tonight, both strippers were thankfully not working at the club at the same time, but it was bound to happen at some point in the future. Jurina wasn’t naive: she was well conscious of the dangerousness such a risky situation represented.

Deeply lost in her thoughts, Jurina failed to detect in time the new presence approaching her table. When she felt the sofa shifting beside her slightly, it was already too late. Jurina didn’t even need to turn around to discover which stripper had so casually joined her side as if it was the most natural thing in the world. The tantalizing perfume reaching her nostrils gave her identity away immediately.

“Hello, Jurina. I thought I had recognized you.”

Jurina’s breath caught inside her throat, Nana’s melodic voice tickling her skin as she leaned closer and gently kissed her cheek. Jurina tilted her head right towards the girl who had invaded her personal pace, her gaze falling prey to a familiar pair of captivating small brown eyes. For a long period of time, Jurina couldn’t even speak, shivering despite herself when Nana’s fingers slid sensuously over her bare forearm.

“Nana…” Jurina’s voice unintentionally quivered. “What are you doing here?”

Nana offered her a seductive smile. “I started working at this club two weeks ago. What about you? Is it your first time coming here, or are you a regular?”

As she spoke, Nana drew closer to her on the sofa. At this précised moment, Jurina seriously wished her body didn’t relish the proximity. Already, it was getting far too comfortable around the new presence, gradually shutting down the small voice inside her head warning her to put some cautious distance between them. From the very first minute Jurina had laid eyes on Nana, she had fell under the spell of her charms. And, right now, they were working so wonderfully on her.

“Us, meeting here. It can’t be a coincidence.” Nana continued, her fingers leaving her forearm to descend and rest on Jurina’s lap. “Do you want another drink?”

“It’s not a good idea,” Jurina said, trying to reclaim her thoughts.

Nana didn’t let herself get deterred for all that. “Why not? I only want you to have a good time.”

“No, I think I’d better go home…” Jurina avoided her gaze, feeling she desperately needed to extract herself from this tricky situation until it was too late.

“Oh, come on. Please don’t leave now.” Nana put her hand gently under Jurina’s chin, turning her face towards her. “I promise to be good company. Am I not always good company?”

The playful glint in Nana’s eyes sent a shudder of desire rippling through her. The more she kept insisting, the more Jurina felt herself falling back into her clutches. Nana represented such a sweet temptation: a temptation that was becoming harder to resist as the minutes were going by. “Alright.” Jurina heard herself saying. “But only one drink.”

“Of course…” Nana’s calm reply was accompanied by a malicious smile.

The third bottle got emptied in the blink of an eye.

When Nana raised her arm in the intent of calling the waitress again, Jurina didn’t let her proceed and caught her hand inside hers. If alcohol was already numbing her senses before, she could now feel more than ever its effects. The more the evening was progressing, the more she was losing control of her senses. At this point, she wasn’t even paying attention anymore to the subject of their conversation.

What were they talking about ten minutes ago? She would have been incapable of answering if someone had asked her that question.

For the umptieth time, her eyes fell to Nana’s distracting, alluring lips. If it had been any other random stripper, she would never have permitted the bold, intimate gestures towards her. The light, fleeting kisses placed occasionally at the corner of her mouth. The hand remaining a moment too long on her shoulder, before caressing her forearm, causing her flesh to tingle. The wandering fingers moving up her thigh and approaching her midsection, gently insistent, but always carefully withdrawing at the last instant.

Those were the instinctive movements of a woman who knew how to please a person, especially when it came to a body that held no more secrets to her. The atmosphere was electrifying, and Nana was torturing her deliciously. Jurina was vainly trying to control the need building inside her, but Nana’s constant teasing was overcoming her last shred of resistance.

Nana’s lips spread widely into a satisfied smile at the obvious budge pressing up against Jurina’s pants. When the older girl leaned forward to whisper inside her ear, Jurina could already predict what she was about to say. “Let’s go upstairs…”

Jurina found herself incapable to refuse such invitation.

The music playing softly in the background of the private room was like a soothing balm. The moment Nana had begun a sensual dance in front of her, Jurina had already all forgotten about her surroundings or the outside world. It was one of those too rare moments in her life where she was experiencing nothing but pure bliss. The mixture of alcohol and lust was creating a perfect combination, freeing her from all constraints.

No more voices inside her head haunting her.

No internal battles to fight.

All her doubts and insecurities had miraculously vanished, as if they had never existed in the first place.

Jurina followed the stripper’s every move as she performed her lap dance, soon feeling greatly unsatisfied with what Nana was offering. She didn’t simply want to look: she urgently needed physical contact. She had a deeper hunger to satiate, and she had every intention of obtaining what she desired tonight.

“Nana.” Jurina spoke up with gentle authority. “Take all your clothes off and come closer.”

Nana didn’t need to be repeated twice.

Disregarding aside her G-string – the very last piece of clothing covering her body by then - a fully nude Nana approached Jurina’s seated position on the sofa. Anticipation build up inside her when Nana didn’t ask for further instructions and dropped on her knees, her hand making its way towards Jurina’s crotch as she reached the jean’s zipper. Pulling it down slowly, she created an opening, not wasting time to take took hold of her already throbbing member.

Jurina let out an appreciative gasp at the contact.

Nana’s fingers had gripped her sex as if she owned her, and Jurina found herself enjoying a little too much this possessive behaviour of hers. Nana began stroking her with measured, slow motions. Soon, Jurina tried to match the girl’s hand with subtle thrusts of her pelvis, seeking as much friction as possible. In a few moments Nana lowered her head, resting her chin inches away from Jurina’s fleshy arousal.

Nana enveloped her lips around her sex and began to suck, with haste and method, anything to hit all the right spots and take more of the thick length of Jurina’s member into her mouth. Jurina was already moaning, her hand resting gently on Nana’s head to keep her mouth over her own sex. Jurina could feel her erect member growing stiffer and reacting to Nana’s flawless technique. But Jurina had to stop her, or she would come before the right time.

She didn’t want their time together to end too soon.

Pushing Nana away gently, their eyes locked as Jurina regarded the silent beauty glancing back at her expectantly. Tucking a strand of hair behind Nana’s ear, she leaned down to claim and savour Nana’s luscious lips. As she allowed their tongues to brush and plunge against each other, Jurina was well conscious of the influence Nana had on her at this précised moment. Nana was a powerful temptress: she was more than eager and plenty capable of satisfying her sexual appetite.

But it wasn’t all there was to Nana. As they found themselves alone in this private room – far away from prying eyes and the harsh, judgemental society surrounding them – Nana also managed to achieve, even if temporarily, what Akane had once managed to accomplish in her position so many months ago.

Quench her irrepressible desire for acceptance.

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