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lily-drake · 1 year
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The Demon’s Queen
Chapter Ten
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The plane ride to Paris was uneventful.  It was just himself and Tim, and both were trying to find any clues from their laptops.  The sound keys being hit filled the plane until Tim let out a loud sigh of frustration.  
“No luck either?”
Bruce asked casually as he turned to face his youngest son.
“No.  I’ve been reviewing different security cams for the past three hours and I haven’t found a single thing except how crazy some of the Akuma Attacks were.”
Tim paused for a long moment, his brows furrowed and lips turned down letting his features show how concerned and unsettled he was.
“Some of them were really bad B.  Like even worse than the things we’ve seen in Gotham.”
That last comment made Bruce’s lips turn down into a grim frown.  To imagine it was only these two kids for so many years without any help.  If he had known about the whole situation, he would have been more than happy to lend his support in whatever way they needed.  Now, it was too late, and one of the kids was in trouble that could have been avoided if they had known sooner.  
“We’ll figure this out Tim.  Wayne Enterprises will help the people there in whatever way we’re able to.  And Batman and Red Robin will find and bring a hero back home.”
He said gently as he looked his son in the eyes.  Tim gave a firm nod, before he turned back to his laptop, continuing whatever it was he was doing with a renewed vigor.  Bruce would figure this out, nothing would stop him from finding this child and helping her back home no matter how long it took.
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Damian was born in the shadows, and while some use that metaphorically, for Damin, it was literal.  So when he decided to hide in them, they welcomed him like they were the oldest of friends.  Damian watched from the shadows as Marinette trained, she had been with the League for a little over a month now, and she was making great progress in that short amount of time.  He was sure that she would be just as skilled as his mother in the near future.  Speaking of his mother, she was to return from her mission today.  He should go, wait for Talia at the entrance, but for some reason he just wanted to watch her movements.
Her face was pinched with both frustration and what appeared to be some sort of self loathing.  Her body language showed that she was more open to the critique of Hadid, like she trusted him more than the others here as her body showed she had more of her guard up with them.
He watched as she landed a hit, moving away in one swift movement to avoid Hadid’s counter.
“That move was perfect…that is if your definition of perfect is a ballerina that trips over her own feet.”
A frown marred her lips as she deepened her stance slightly, angling her feet till they were at the proper angle before she attacked again, this time with more force than the last, though this time she was quickly blocked and thrown to the floor.
“Good try, though I’m sure your great-grandmother could have landed that.”
It went on like this for what felt like hours, but as the fighting got faster and harsher, so did the words spoken.  Despite that, Hadid never seemed to lose the calm connectedness that was his voice, never did he sound of breath, or exhausted.  But there was a gleam in his eyes that seemed to grow, a cruel smile on his lips.  Gentle touches that were quickly turned against her, but he never stopped it.  Despite the feelings warring in his chest as he observed the anguish that continued to grow in her body language and demeanor, he never stopped it.  This was exactly the type of training that he endured, and if she was to become one of his generals she would need to learn that this was the way of The League of Assassins.
“So this is the reason you didn’t greet me MyDemon.”
Damian didn’t jump nor did he flinch, though he wanted to.
“I apologize Mother.  I was observing how the training of one of my future generals is going.”
He said as he turned towards his mother, bowing on one knee.  He may be the Demon’s Head, but his mother was the reason he was here in the first place, and he would not dishonor her.  Talia rested her hand against his hair, the smallest of smiles on her lips before she looked up at watched the match before her.
“The girl?”
She asked softly, removing her hand from his head, a single that he could stand with her.  
“Yes.”
Talia hummed as they both stood quietly in the shadows just watching as the girl fought and seemingly failed at every turn.
“She is very skilled, where did she come from?”
“I took her from France.  She was the past Ladybug Miraculous holder and apparently the Grad Guardian of the Miraculous Box of Life.”
Not much shocked Talia, but that was news to her.  She had thought that all of the monks had died and with the destruction of their temple, the loss of all of the Miraculous and their creatures.
“That girl is the Grand Guardian?  She looks far too young according to their customs.”
“The Guardian before her was forced to pass over ownership to her because a villain that was in possession of two of the Miraculous, had captured the past Guardian.  I checked, he is of no use to us as he remembers nothing.  It is all in my report if you wish to read it, Mother.”
“Yes, I think I will.  What did you say her name was again?”
“Marinette.”
“No last name.”
“It is unimportant now, but I believe it was Dupain-Cheng.”
“Unfortunately, or maybe fortunately, that name does not set off any alarms.  Only time will tell.”
“Indeed.”
“I wish to introduce myself.”
“Of course, Mother.”
And with that, they both emerged from the shadows of the room, putting a pause to the training session.
“My Demon, My Liege.”
Hadid said with a deep bow, but Marinette didn’t bend, simply glaring at him as she panted for breath.  She glanced over at Talia, eyes scrunched with slight confusion before they widened slightly in understanding.  She was still far too easy to read, hopefully one day they could train her out of that (part of him never wanted her to lose that, he liked being able to read her emotions).
“Marinette, this is my Mother, Talia al Ghul.”
Marinette stood up straight, looking Talia in the eyes with her lips turned down to show her displeasure at the situation.  Talia stared back, never wavering.  Manyhad tried to stand up mto Talia, none had succeeded, but that didn’t stop this girl from trying.  Neither would back down, Talia could tell that much.  There was a fire behind her eyes, one that would be very hard to extinguish.  She wondered if it was like this before she came here, wondered if it had dimmed at all since she started her training here.  The silence seemed to grow as the two just stared at each other, one out of defiance the other with curious examination.  A small smirk creeped onto Talia’s lips as she finally broke eye contact first to look at her son.
“I would like her to dine with us tonight, make sure she has something suitable to wear.”
“Of course Mother.”
Damian replied with a short bow as Talia left the room without another word.
He could feel Marinette’s eyes burning into him, if he looked he knew there would be some sort of glare on her face.  It didn’t now, he still had time to convince her that The LEague was better for her than anywhere else.  His spies had told him that the Bat still hadn’t found anything yet, that they were not suspected.  But Damian knew that wouldn’t last much longer.  His father was known as “The World’s Greatest Detective” after all.  Not to mention the amount of resources he had with the Justice League who were also a part of this case.  He was glad that Grandfather had lined the insides of the wall with lead so that no kryptonian could hear what went on here.  Without glancing at her he too left the training room.  He would get her when it was time, for now he would need to discuss important matters with his mother as well as her last mission.
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mochinek0 · 4 months
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Family Secrets
Damian couldn't believe his eyes. He had seen pieces of that costume when he lived in the League, but never did he expect to see his mother, disguised, in Paris! He carefully kept an eye on her as she walked into a bakery. He felt his own breath hitch as a young girl came and hugged her.
"Nonna!" she cried.
'Grandmother?'
"Hello, My Leetle Fairy." his mother replied, hugging her back.
"Are you having fun on your travels?" the girl questioned, "Where did you go this time?"
"Egypt." his mother declared.
The girl smiled, "Did you see the pyramids?"
His mother brought out a keychain of a pyramid and handed it to the girl.
"It's great!" the girl smiled, "I'll keep it on my desk so when I see it, I can think of you."
"I wish you could come with me." the disguised Talia declared.
"Maybe when I'm older?" the young girl answered.
Talia tapped the young girl's nose, "Possibly, but we know very well how hard you work."
"Mom!" announced a man, who seemed the size of Bane, "How are you?"
Damian watched on in shock. He was aware that his mother was much older than she appeared. Hearing someone around his father's age, refer to his mother as a maternal figure was unsettling.
"I'm fine, Tom." she answered.
"Would you like to put your bag down and rest?" he asked.
"Nonsense." his mother replied, "I may look older, but I'm fine. I wanted to see if Marinetta would like to take a ride around the city with me."
"Yes!" the girl cried.
Damian watched as they both got on a motorcycle and drove off.
It took awhile, but Damian finally spotted them near the Seine, eating ice cream. The girl was looking down at something, in her lap. His mother's eyes connected with his and he knew he had made her.
"I'll be right back." Gina spoke, kissing Marinette on the head.
Gina walked in Damian's direction.
"What are you doing here?" she demanded.
"Do you plan to kidnap her, Mother?" Damian questioned.
"Of course not!" Gina snapped.
"Who is she?" he asked.
Talia sighed, "Your niece; she's your age."
"So the man who called you mother-"Damian began.
"Your grandfather wanted me out of the way. He was looking for a male successor to take over." Talia began to explain, "He kicked me out of the League, briefly, and I had some semblance of a normal life. I fell in love with a baker. Tom is our son, before I ever met your father. Essentially, he is your older brother."
She sighed, "Everyhting was fine and I was happy, until he sent someone to exterminate us. Before I killed him, I learned my death was a test. Kill me and become successor to the League. I returned with his head and threw it at your grandfather's feet. He looked at me and said he would allow me back on one condition."
"What was it?" Damian asked.
"I had to leave my family." she admitted, "I said I understood and would be back in three months. I knew he would never stop coming after us."
"Why three months?" her son questioned, "You were already there. Did they not know of the League?"
"Tom was getting married and no, my family knew nothing about the League. I returned and told my family I would be 'traveling in my old age'. A few years after he got married, I came back to a three year old granddaughter. Your grandfather found out and forbid my return."
"Grandfather is dead." Damian spoke.-changing subject
"I've been stopping in more." she declared, "They aren't like us. They're not like your father. They know nothing about my past, aside from divorcing a man, who made me happy. I tell them I'm traveling around the word. I wear a wig and makeup. At some point, I will have to stop visiting all together since anyone else will grow old and pass on. The League........you lose sense of time when there. Two years ago, I thought she was still three. She was turning fourteen."
"What about the man?" her son asked.
Talia smiled, "Reminds me of your grandfather, actually. He's all about 'traditions', so perhaps it was for the best."
"Nonna!" Marinette cried out.
"Please, Damian, leave them alone." his mother whispered.
Damian watched as his mother walked away. He had never known her to beg for something.
"My Leetle Fairy, are you ready to go back home?" Gina asked, "Do you have new inspiration for your designs? I can't wait to see the clothes you create this time."
Damian watched as the girl put her sketchbook away.
'Clothes? Designs?'
He smiled softly. She was an artist, like him. He watched as his mother got on the motorcycle with his niece. What surprised him was seeing his niece glare at him. Damian chuckled.
'Mother may not see it, but she is a lot like them. A little fairy.'
"Damian, a Fairy is someone who helps people who are lost in the dark. It's not always in a literal sense; it can be figurative."
The young Al-Ghul turned and walked in the opposite direction.
'Fairy is a suitable name for my niece. I wonder how Mother would feel learning her true nature? A Fae who lures in her prey.'
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dessarious · 4 months
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The Angel of Death Pt52
So this is going to be the last chapter of this, at least for now. I may add onto it later, or do a sequel. But this feels like a decent stopping point for the moment.
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As the Angel of Death worked her way across the rooftops, her rage was getting worse. Just thinking of the audacity of that stupid clown was enough to make her blood boil. Cass appeared beside her as Black Bat and they continued in silence. She'd dumped all the Miraculous into her pocket before she left to make sure Chloe didn't follow herself, or even go get the others. Gina would likely follow eventually, but that was a problem for when it happened. They stopped when they had a visual of Damian dangling from a rope.
"Are you ready to let me do what needs to be done?" She waited for Cass to nod. She didn't think it would be an issue, but she was one of Batman's people, and she didn't know exactly what she'd end up doing to the freak-show on the next roof. Logic said to just kill him and be done with it, but... something was making her pause, so there was no telling what would happen when she confronted him. "Don't free the others until I've dealt with him." That got a much more hesitant nod. Whether it was worry that she couldn't handle the idiot herself, or worry over Batman's reaction was a toss up.
As she watched him strutting around the roof, calling for Batman, Marinette felt a pull to the Miraculous in her pocket. As she palmed each one in turn, the Peafowl almost felt like it was burning her. Duusu appeared in front of her with a determined look. Well, she could take a hint. The transformation didn't seem to change her outer appearance the way she'd seen with other holders. It was a question for later though. Duusu's energy was radiating through her and it seemed like the Kwami was even more pissed off at the Joker than she was. This should be interesting.
Black Bat had disappeared and Marinette assumed she was putting herself into position to protect her team. So, as she snuck up behind the Joker, she knew she could focus solely on him.
"If you wanted Batman, you should have stayed in Gotham." Watching the man jump and almost fall over as he turned to face her should have been amusing.
"Isn't it past your bedtime?" She could help but roll her eyes.
"No wonder you turned to crime. You'd never make it as a real clown with shitty jokes like that." The flash of anger in his eyes gave her more satisfaction than it should.
"You should be careful. A mouth like that is going to get you in trouble one day." Bit late with that advice.
"I guess it's a good thing the rest of me is capable of getting out of trouble then. Shame I can't say the same for you." The clown was just frowning at her now. He didn't seem to know how to react to the fact that he didn't scare her. "Batman isn't showing up. I'm going to give you one chance to pack up and go back to Gotham to aggravate him there. If you stay, the consequences will be on you."
"Are you threatening me?" He sounded somewhere between amused and insulted. Bruce was behind him trying his best to glare at her. She ignored it.
"I assure you, if I threaten you, you'll know it. Make your choice." He walked towards her with a hand outstretched to grab her.
"Listen here you little- Ahh!" The second he made contact she grabbed his hand a bent all the fingers backwards. At least three were broken.
"Didn't anyone ever tell you it's rude to touch people without their permission?" The clown was just cursing up a storm and she waited. When he finally focused on her again the rage in his eyes was actually rather impressive.
"Girly, you just made the biggest mistake of your life." She just let out a snort.
"Please, if that was a mistake, and it wasn't, it wouldn't even make the top hundred." He reached for the flower on his chest and she let him. Poor guy went from gloating to confused in a few seconds when he realized his little acid bath had no effect on her. "Are you ready to leave now, or do I need to take drastic measures? I can even help you on your way if you wish." Granted she'd just use Kaalki to put him in a cell in Arkham but he didn't need to know that. Mari could feel Duusu's anger that he might be left unpunished, and had to wonder what exactly the Kwami planned to do.
While the Joker seemed to be trying to figure out what she was, Mari took a moment to look at his strings. All but one of them were black leading to him, but gray coming from his body. So, everyone in his life hated him with a passion, but he had no care for them at all. Not overly surprising. The other string was the weird one. It led to Bruce and was black coming from the billionaire, but from Joker... it was purple. But a warped version of the familial bond. There were odd patterns in the same kind of sickly green that pulsed between her and Damian. That was... interesting.
"I guess I'll just have to start offing hostages until Batman shows up then." She couldn't help the eye roll.
"I'm not going to let you do that."
"I'd like to see you try to stop me." He turned away from her and she had to wonder at his arrogance. Before he made it two steps, she tackled and pinned him to the roof. Bruce was yelling at her, but all she could concentrate on was the insistent thrumming in her head from Duusu. The string between her and the Joker, now gray from end to end, began vibrating, and she pushed. What exactly, she wasn't sure, but it seemed the right thing to do. The clown stopped struggling for a moment and everything was deathly quiet. Then he started screaming.
Mari got up and watched as he writhed in apparent pain, as Duusu filled her in on what had happened. The Kwami seemed to get great pleasure as the man went from screams to whimpers and sobs as he curled into the fetal position. Black Bat was watching her from the shadows, and she gave the other girl a nod. The man wasn't a threat anymore.
"What did you do?" Bruce's tone caused her to let out an aggravated breath.
"I didn't kill him. Isn't that what you wanted.?" As Black Bat untied them, it seemed that only Bruce was concerned with the man's suffering. He thought it was a good idea to loom over her.
"Torture is no better."
"No, but it's exactly what you do to the citizens of Gotham by refusing to remove threats like him." She hadn't meant those words to come out, but honestly, seeing the stunned look on his face was worth it.
"That is ridiculous. I do not torture people."
"Oh? So what do you call forcing them to live in constant fear? Knowing that the next moment could bring another villain attack from people you know are dangerous but can't properly contain? Praying that the next phone call isn't to tell them a loved one died because Batman cares more about keeping murders alive than them." The man stormed off, but the rest of them were trading looks before one of them, Red hood she was pretty sure, walked up to her.
"So, what did you do exactly?" It wasn't an accusation, and he seemed to be studying the clown with interest more than anything else.
"He's being forced to go through all the emotional pain and torment he caused others. Given the sheer amount of victims he had, I doubt it will ever stop. If he's lucky, his brain will eventually shut down and he'll go into a vegetative coma. But that won't happen for at least ten years."
"Good." That was it. He just walked back over to the others. Damian was the next to approach her, but didn't seem to know what to say. He kept rubbing his chest where his string to Talia had been.
"No after effects from being stabbed?" He blinked at her for a moment.
"No. Either the blade wasn't poisoned or whatever healed me got rid of it as well. I'd bet on the second." She nodded. "Do you truly believe killing is necessary?" Not the question she expected.
"You don't?" He hesitated.
"In the League, it was expected. With Batman it is strictly forbidden. While I believe my father's way of living is better overall, I am uncertain about the nuances." She still didn't know how to react to him when he admitted things like that. It was so strange compared to how he'd always acted when she was trapped in the League.
"I suppose it depends on the outcome you want. For my purpose it is necessary. For Gotham to regain balance and heal, I would say it is necessary. I do not know what your father's intentions are, so I can not say if they are necessary to achieve them."
"But you didn't kill him." His confusion was clear as he glanced at the Joker, still whimpering on the roof.
"I'm learning that death is an easy way out. Far too easy for some. Talia's death was necessary to rid everyone connected to her of the corruption she caused. Had she remained alive, even if she was neutralized, that corruption would have remained and possibly taken on a life of its own. The Joker, while insidious in his own way, does not have that effect on others. He will remain in the hell he created until he does die. It seems fitting, does it not?"
"The corruption you speak of, is that why I feel..." He didn't seem to know what he wanted to say. "Free?"
"Most likely, yes." He continued to rub his chest for a few minutes before he spoke again.
"I regret that you suffered because of me." The words were soft, almost like he didn't mean to say them out loud.
"You are not the one that decided my fate. If I have learned nothing else from this experience, I've learned that I was always destined to suffer. For all I know, it is actually my fault you were born into the league in the first place. But placing blame is a rather useless endeavor."
"Will you remain in Paris?" She frowned at him, but he was looking away from her. Was he trying to get information for his father?
"It is unlikely. I need to travel to serve my purpose." He hummed and fiddled with something in his jacket.
"I have something I wish to return to you." Mari's face scrunched up in confusion. When she caught sight of what he pulled out of his jacket, she stopped breathing. Her hands were trembling as she reached for the little photo album he held out to her.
"Maman carried this everywhere. She hated showing people pictures on a phone for some reason. I can't believe you have this." She couldn't bring herself to open it. The thought of looking at those pictures made her chest ache, knowing she'd never experience anything like it again.
"It fell out of her purse when... It never seemed right to get rid of it." He sounded embarrassed and wouldn't look at her. Before she realized what she was doing, her arms were around his neck.
"Thank you." She let go and stepped back quickly. Both because of her aversion to touch and because she was fairly certain he had the same issue. "I should leave before your father comes back." He nodded, still refusing to look at her. Before she left the roof, she noticed that the string between them had stopped pulsing and was starting to turn from gray, to a pale green. She supposed she could be okay with that.
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roseshower · 16 days
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Who Would've Thought A Crack Pairing
—would have me in a chokehold like this??? Seriously, in what world (this one) would I have ever come across a Damian Wayne x Marinette Dupain-Cheng fanfic and loved it to the point where I'M writing about them??? Dear God.
Alright so. Hey. Shameless call out for a ficlet I'm writing about (okay so I KNOW I haven't been updating my other ones...). Wait before I continue—look. My favorite of all the Batfam is Damian Wayne. He's like. My kid. My child. Sure he stabs the shit out of his family at first but he ain't do nothing wrong bruh he's just misunderstood fr. And then there's Marinette. My favorite character from back when I was in middle school. I thought it would be silly to look up some MLB x Batman Fics and. Jesus Christ. I found MANY. (Not enough.) And then I saw "Damian Wayne/Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug" and I thought??? No fucking way??? IS THIS REAL
I read the fic. Which fic? I won't gatekeep. "No, Mr. Wayne, You Can't Adopt Me!" by ggomoz (ggomo_springtime) on Ao3 is a FUCKING BANGER I read it for shits and giggles because I was like "hah???? NO WAY" and my god. My GODDDD it was AMAZING. I know I sound like I'm glazing rn but my god y'all have to read it if you guys like Damian x Marinette shit. And also Marinette having great interactions with the BatFam. Primarily Bruce Wayne, as you can see by the title.
But yeah. Holyyyy hell. That was one of the fics that inspired mine. The other was "the reports associated with my existence have been significantly misconstrued" by davidstennant on Ao3 and ANOTHER was "for us to collide" by LadyLiterature on Ao3.
ANYWAY. Enough rambling. The whole reason for this post was to present to you the fic I've been working on...
Help! My Boss Is In Love With Me!
Synopsis:
Rumors say that the youngest son of Bruce Wayne is in love with his assistant. Marinette immediately debunks these rumors—her grouchy boss has no love in his body for anyone, let alone for her. So then, if it's just a rumor, why does she keep catching him staring at her like she's just hung the moon?
Or, Damian Wayne accidentally acquires feelings for his lovely assistant Marinette, much to his frustrations and everyone else's delight.
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Now... I know what you're thinking... "Ana what the fuck is this" and to tell you the truth I DONT KNOW??? DAMIAN X MARINETTE IS BEATING THE SHIT OUT OF ME
but yeah if you guys want a lil taste for what you may be reading, I'll throw a crumb rn
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Internally, he wilts at the sight of her perfection.
The feelings have grown more over the years he's had the luck of having her working for him, and they came to a head months ago in the middle of a cumbersome night of dealings he wonders how his father dealt with all on his own.
And it's because he saw her run into the damn glass door of his office.
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editorofeverything · 1 year
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Daminette
Is anyone still reading/writing Daminette fics?? It's one of my favorite MLxDC ships and I've been working on a longish fic for a few years now, but my anxiety kept me from posting anything about it until I had a good portion of it written out. I'm getting into separating and editing chapters now, so even if only one person is still reading, I think I'll start posting soon (soon like as soon as I clean up my first five chapters)
Edit: I did the thing! Here's the link!
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wisteriasymphony · 11 months
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hoping i'm the first person here to make miraculous ladybug/jfk assassination crossover art
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abyssal-ali · 1 year
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Jasonette Crack (feat. Talia al Ghul)
~0.8k, everyone (Talia) is WilDlY OOC, you have been warned. Not beta'd (if anyone wants to beta or even just toss ideas around, let me know!) Please tell me what you think, and I'm open to constructive criticism as well.💜
Marinette groaned into Talia's bed.
Talia merely raised an eyebrow, waiting for the young woman to speak.
"Is something the matter, Marinette?"
Another groan, then Mari raised her head to look at Talia. "I want a boyfriend. Can you find me someone? If *you're* happy with him then he'll be great, and I won't have to worry about my family's disapproval."
Talia couldn't believe this was happening. Marinette was asking her to set her up with her OTP!
"I shall begin the search," she said neutrally.
Jason kicked off his boots and hung his jacket up, then collapsed onto the sofa.
"You need a girlfriend," said Talia from the shadowed chair she was sitting in.
Jason almost screamed. "T, you gave me a heart attack!"
"Be aware of your surroundings," she said unapologetically. "You need a girlfriend," she repeated.
"I have neither the time nor the patience to find someone everyone will like. You find me a girlfriend and I'll be happy."
♡•○•♡
Two weeks later a kidnapped Jason and a kidnapped Marinette were stood in front of Talia, who spoke somewhat quicker than normal. "Marinette Genevieve Dupain-Cheng, do you take this man as your husband?"
"Yes-wait-what-"
Talia ignored her and turned to Jason.
"Jason Peter Todd-Wayne, do you take this woman as your wife?"
"T, what are you-"
"I now pronounce you man and wife!" she said cheerfully.
10 minutes later, once they freed themselves from their ropes, the new couple burst into her room.
"T, what did you do?! I didn't actually mean it!!"
"I just wanted a date! What was that?!" screeched Marinette.
They looked at each other, then back to Talia.
"You're perfect for each other, you know. I've shipped you two for years; this is a blessed day. I can die happy now. I was thrilled when you asked me to find you a partner."
"I didn't mean a husband!" "I didn't mean a wife!"
"You're welcome," she said, calmly sipping her tea. "I saved you the dating-- it's inevitable you get married."
They sputtered at her impeccable logic and left.
"I'm so sorry about Aunt Talia," said Marinette.
"Talia's your aunt?"
"Kinda. I'm 98% sure she mentally adopted me, though. My mom's her best friend and Aunt T's kind of my mentor? How do you know her?"
"She adopted me. And she's my dad's ex."
"Oh," Mari nodded. "You asked her to find you a date too?"
"Kinda, but I was joking and she knew it. I am so sorry about this."
"It's fine; I *literally* asked for it. I'm sorry for *you*."
"Don't worry about it. Obviously she thinks you're perfect if she married us."
"Same for you- wait, is she licensed?" Mari asked.
"Unfortunately."
"We didn't sign anything though."
"T forged our signatures. We're legally married," Jason pointed out.
"Right...well, I guess we'd better get to know each other. Hi, I'm Marinette, from Paris. Nice to meet you."
Jason shook her hand. "Hi, I'm Jason, from Gotham. Enchanté."
The couple talked for hours, finding out more about each other. There was definitely chemistry there.
Marinette decided to move to Gotham so she and Jason could get to know each other better. It wasn't like she had anything tying her to Paris and she *had* wanted to travel.
Talia smiled happily. Her plan worked (of course it did, she was a genius with a knack for matchmaking.)
Then Marinette took a taxi to 1007 Mountain Drive from her cozy little apartment just outside the Diamond District and gasped, prepared to beat up Jason instead of meeting his family. She was only wearing jeans, an "I died and all I got was this T-shirt" shirt, and a red leather jacket--hardly appropriate clothing for a *manor*!
Jason let her in at the gate and laughed at her T-shirt, then led her into the Manor.
"Don't worry, sweats are the norm around here. You look beautiful," he reassured her.
The couple were swarmed by curious Waynes ("who's your date?") until a feral child with a katana appeared and ran at Marinette.
She caught him in a hug and ruffled his hair.
"Hey kiddo, how are you?"
"You know Demon Spawn?" asked Tim, shocked.
"Of course, she is my honorary big sister," sniffed Damian.
Everyone agreed that Marinette was perfect, and perfect for Jason after just 5 minutes of acquaintance. It was the beginning of a lovely relationship.
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i-like-anything-water · 9 months
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asstruck saw Chlonette content and went batshit crazy cause 'noooooo, u're not supposed to like her 🥺🥺🥺'. *insert meme of: god made us enemies because we're unstoppable as canon lovers*
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The Demon’s Queen
Chapter Six
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Damian watched her from the sidelines as Marinette fought with her next trainer, Hadid.  He was one of his lower ranking members, but he was one of his swiftist and fiercest warriors.  He had been one of the many people to train Damian himself.  He was a tall lanky man with long dark brown hair that reached to his mid-back.  He had hailed from one of the last few remaining Aztecian tribes to have originally existed, but had come here to put to use his skills that he had obtained as a warrior of his tribe.  He was one of his swiftest warriors, swifter than Maha and Shiva.  Once the fight was over, Marinette flat on her back, though she had put up a good defensive fight, she was currently no match. 
“You need to build up your stamina.”
He said offhandedly as Marinette panted where she lay.  The girl turned her head to the side, face scrunched in both frustration and pain.  When she tilted her head slightly she caught his eyes and the defeated annoyance turned into a righteous fury that surprised him.  He watched as she stood up, her legs wobbling slightly, and turned back to face Hadid.  Hadid watched her with bored eyes, going into his own fighting stance, but before either of them could make a move he stepped in.
“Hold, I will take this fight.”
Damian demanded icily.
“As you wish, My Demon.”
Hadid replied, stepping aside coolly.  Calmly, Damian walked onto the mats, now changed into his training garbs.  He watched as her body language tensed, fists clenched, eyes narrowed, her body tensed like a coil that would snap…now.  Her first move was swift, but not swift enough, anger controlling her movements.  That would be her downfall.
Damian sidestepped her kick letting her momentum push her forward so that she stumbled, allowing for an opening which he took.  Her back was now to him allowing him to push her down.  Her frame was more lithe, so instead of a large fall she was able to roll, though it was not the type of roll she should have done in that situation.  He watched as she panted heavily, sweat dripping down her rounded face, but he didn’t move to attack.
“This is all your fault!  My city is in danger, my family must be panicking, everyone says that I’ll die here, and all for what?!  So I can be one of your tools?”
Each of her words were accentuated by her attempt at landing some sort of hit on him, though she was constantly unsuccessful.  While her body was shaking from pure exhaustion, Damian stood tall, not a bead of sweat on his brow.
“I took care of your city.  It is safe now.  Your family believes you to be in the Americas on an international trip, and unfortunately death is a risk of this line of work.  I hope you become an essential asset, not a tool.”
And with that, he ended the fight, grabbing her arm she had extended to punch him, spinning her to the ground, where he quickly pinned it to her back with his knee pinning her to the floor.
“You always did like playing with your prey.  It could get you into trouble someday.”
Hadid said in his usual monotonous voice, hands at his side as he watched them.  Damian stood up, freeing the girl as she continued to huff for breath.
“Wh-what do you m-mean you took ca-are of my city?”
She managed to cough out in-between each of her pants for air.
“I used the earrings to stop your terrorist and tracked him through the magical bond before he could remove it when I took the cursed object.  Once I tracked him, I took his and the woman’s Miraculous away from them.  Your city will face no more harm at his hands.  I also retrieved The Ring of the Cat.”
Marinette paled at the news, and it looked like she was going to be sick.
“Do you plan to make a wish?”
She asked, a haunted note in her voice.  When she finally looked up at him her eyes that were filled with a bright ferocious blue fire only minutes before had suddenly become a hollowed void covered in a mysterious mist.  Damian didn’t like that look.  He knew that she would be unable to hurt him in any way, he was far more skilled, but the way her eyes had faded so quickly pulled all of the strings in Damian’s mind and gut.
“No.  I do not require the use of such a thing at the moment.”
Those words seemed to ease something in her as her shoulders fell ever so slightly, but they did not remove the blankness on her face.
“Train her as you see fit.”
Damian commanded before he turned and swiftly left only hearing a quiet,
“As you wish, My Demon.”
From behind him.
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Marinette wanted to cry, she wanted to sob her heart out at the news.  There was just so much to process in his simple statement, and yet it seemed like the least important thing the boy had ever done.
“You are exhausted, in order to build up your endurance, you need to rest.  Go drink some water and come back.  Everything we do will be useless if you can not even stand correctly.”
Hadid said from above her.  That was probably the nicest thing anyone had said to her all day.  Tomoe was not lying when she said she would not say a nice thing to her again. She didn’t know how long she was in that room with the young woman, but it felt like it had to have been hours of learning of different plants, their properties, and ways to use them.  And everytime she got something wrong she was insulted and nearly hit with something.  Tomoe said things would only get stricter as she continued her lessons.  It made her want to break down in that very room.
But no, she was laying on her back against a training mat after a match with the boy who brought her here.  She hadn’t been able to hit him even once, and her body was shaking so badly from exhaustion that she didn’t know if she would be able to stand up ever again, let alone to get some stupid water.  Hadid didn’t say anything or make any sudden movements that showed ill intent as he stood next to her.  He didn’t even look at her, small mercies she supposed.  
“Our Head is headstrong at times, it can cause problems, but it helps to make him one of the firecrest warriors.  You are also headstrong, you rush into things, you let your heart lead.  I see that you calculate moves in your head, but that is only when you do not let emotions lead.  We must work on controlling those emotions, because while not bad, they can lead to mistakes.  The Demon’s Head wishes for you to be one of his head tactitionists, and while you have a natural ability to plan in your head quickly under pressure, we must perfect it.  In order to do that, we must put you under situations where you will be forced to choose.  It will be hard, even excruciating at points.  But this is what will prepare you for when it is your time.  I hope you understand this.”
He finished, finally turning his gaze to her with a slight tilt of his head.  His eyes were void of any emotions as he spoke, but it didn’t matter to her, because maybe there was someone on her side after all.  Slowly, she pushed herself onto her shaking legs–she felt like a newborn fawn–, and made her way to grab some water before she began her next match with Hadid.
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Power-Struggle Power-Couple
Ladybug's final mission should have gone smoothly. Quick and painless, as a professional of her scale always works. After all, there should be nothing special about the crown prince she has to kidnap.
Now, if only he would quit hitting on his hitman.
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Ladrien prince/assassin AU
many thanks to @ladyofthenoodle and @chocoluckchipz for beta reading! <3
Power-Struggle Power-Couple (1,826 words, Teen, 1/1 chapter)
“Oh, this could get embarrassing quickly.”
Ladybug pinches her nose and mentally recites the thirty-five most effective ways to incapacitate her enemy. Anything to ignore Adrien Agreste’s disturbingly handsome face that hovers just a lunge’s distance away.
“I mean, I can understand why you don’t really want to talk. Kidnapping someone can be a tiresome duty, I get it. Lots of concentration, scheming, lots of moving parts. I’m okay with the silence,” he says. The cadence of his voice lets her know that—despite both his previous statement, as well as her desperate pleas—shutting up in the foreseeable future doesn’t rank high among his priorities. “But did you know that there is only one bed? That can get embarrassing quickly.”
“I’m aware,” she says, in the flattest voice possible.
Adrien blinks at her, then a jolly smile spreads on his face and he falls back on the bed—which is really a bale of hay at the otherwise empty loft of an abandoned stable. “That’s good. I’d hate to be the one to make this embarrassing.”
“I’m aware that there’s only one bed,” Ladybug clarifies pointedly, because, apparently, they are having a conversation about this now. “There’s no need for more, though. You can sleep if you want, but I certainly won’t be.”
Craning his neck, he eyes her from under his golden fringe. His hands, bound by the wrists, go over his head and rest at the back of his neck, as if he was on some luxury getaway and not in the process of being held hostage.
“A fan of sleep-deprivation?”
“We aren’t staying for long,” she says, coming to sit at the bale’s edge. She twirls a small knife between her fingertips, for good measure. She’s an assassin, goddamnit, with knives, and a final mission, and—overwhelming desire to leave this all behind and open a flower shop in the countryside aside—she’s dangerous. If only he would quit acting like he didn’t get that memo. “In a few hours, your family will fulfill my commissioner’s demands, and then, we can both go our separate ways.”
“I wouldn’t hold my breath for that.”
She peers at him from the corner of her eyes, but he looks equally as unfazed as before. “What do you mean?”
“Just that my father is not the kind of person who you can blackmail. He doesn’t let people get him into that position.” Adrien shrugs.
“Well, he is now. We have his son.”
“He isn’t a family-man, either.”
The flat retort does make Ladybug quiet for the duration of one, two, three blinks. She is nothing if not thorough , though. “You’re the crown prince.”
“That I am. If my estimates are punctual, for about an hour or two more.” When she continues to stare at him—now with a confused frown added to the repertoire of her facial expressions to shake things up a bit—he sneers at her. “I also have a twin brother. What do you think, how long will it take for the rumour that dilettante assassins mistakenly kidnapped the second in line to reach your commissioners?”
She twists in his direction with her whole torso, eyes blown wide. “He wouldn’t!”
Adrien holds her gaze for a short second, something gut-wrenchingly sad fluttering in the depths of forest green, before he shuts his eyes. “Well, you know what they say about that. Wait and see.”
But Ladybug doesn’t solve problems by trusting the whims of fate. Even if, realistically speaking, she knows this isn’t her problem. She’s just a hitman who gets paid either way. There’s no reason for her to care. But for some reason she still reaches out, hand hovering over him until she finally settles for poking him in the side.
“He wouldn’t,” she repeats, with conviction this time. “He wouldn’t, because that would mean that my commissioners would have to make an example.”
She isn’t superstitious, but words have weight. She won’t say it.
Adrien is seemingly unaware, or uncaring, of such damning possibilities.
“You would have to kill me. I know.” His tone is light as a feather, but if she listens carefully to the silence, her practiced ears can pick up the swallow.
“He will not,” she spits.
She scoots up on the bale and peers out on the window by his head, but there’s only the lonely midnight of the orchard stretching below them. There’s not a soul—not even a messenger pigeon—in sight.
The bale moves under her and Ladybug’s grip tightens on her weapon, but it’s only Adrien rolling to his side and tucking his hands against his chest. When he looks up at her, he has a smile about him that jiggles. “It’s fine, if you have to kill me. I won’t hold a grudge.”
“Of course you won’t! You’ll be dead, you jester!”
She swats him on the shoulder, which proves to be an intimidation tactic of below-average success. He bursts out in a guffaw.
“Hey, stop that! Death is no laughing matter!”
Ladybug tries to make his laughter stop by plastering her palms over his mouth. That proceeds to go reasonably well up until the second moment of the endeavour, upon which Adrien promptly licks her palm. She sounds rather unassassin-like as she snatches her hands away, falling square on his chest with the momentum.
It isn’t her fault, though. That was a dirty trick.
“It’s my death, not yours. I get to make as much fun of it as I please,” Adrien says. His voice comes out a little breathy, and she can’t decide whether the culprit lies in his wheezing laughter, or on top of him.
At any rate, Ladybug pushes herself up into the most dignified sitting position she is able to conjure. If that’s straddling his hips while she stares down at him… Oh well.
“I would appreciate it if you wouldn’t diminish the significance of this issue. We’re talking about my profession, after all.”
“Have you ever considered changing career paths?”
“Every day. In fact, if you really want to know, this is my last mission,” she says.
She strokes away the golden locks falling in his eyes and tucks them behind his ear. His breath comes out in an uncertain huff. Her lips curl up at the edges.
“And what will you do after you’re done here?” he asks.
“I’m heading to the sea. Buying a cottage. Selling cut-flowers. Stuff like that.”
He smiles up at her, eyes glinting in the low light of the sole candle. “Sounds like you know your area of expertise. But—and forgive my manners for asking such things—aren't you too young to retire?”
Ladybug draws an eyebrow. “Don’t you talk too much for someone who’s currently being abducted?”
His whole body trembles under her as he chuckles. And even though it’s a lovely sound, she’s still thinking of a way or two to silence him. None of them involve any of her usual arsenal.
“You’re the expert, you tell me,” he says.
However, what he says appears to be the last thing he’s paying attention to. His bound hands wander to her hip, thumb swiping over the exposed flesh where her crimson tunic has ridden up her side in the mighty quest of wrestling him. His eyes flash at her, experimental. Ladybug doesn’t hesitate as she grabs his wrists and pins them over his head.
Her hair cascades down around them, leaving them in darkness.
Her vision has never been clearer.
“Yes, you definitely talk too much,” she says, lacing their fingers as she kisses him.
[read the whole fic on AO3]
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Your Royal Highness - Chapter 1
Your Royal Highness
Chapter 1
Marinette subtly scanned the room, Nino had already scouted it out and informed her that everything was safe. As usual. She spotted Kim sitting with Max and Alix, laughing at something, probably the latest attempt Lila made to get back in his favour.
Marinette thought back to the incident that caused Lila’s empire to collapse. She claimed to be dating the Prince of Elysium, a small country that lay between Asia and The Americas. It was one of three countries that had kept its boarders closed for the latter half of the millennium, the other two were Eden and Babylon. Marinette had seen theories, a couple by Alya, that Eden, Babylon and Elysium were named because they were the Countries that had proof that God existed. Marinette internally snorted at the cover story.
A flicker of light caught Marinette’s eye, her eyes zeroed in on the source. Immediately jumping into action, Marinette ambled her way towards Kim, picking up a metal tray on her way. Marinette got five feet away from Kim, before she ‘tripped on something’. The tray went flying, just as a small pellet hit the flat side of the tray.
“Marinette?” Said Alix, looking over at the pigtailed girl, “Are you alright?”
Marinette remained face down, before she said, “I’m glad my lunch wasn’t on that.”
Marinette felt a pair of hand grab her arms, looking up, she came face to face with Nino.
“You really need to watch where you’re going, dudette.” Said Nino, keeping his question in his eyes. ‘Where?’
Marinette’s eyes flickered to the roof outside the window. Nino frowned, before subtly glancing in the direction.
“We have our project to work on.” Said Nino, making Kim’s shoulders slump.
“Now?” Whined Kim, as Marinette grabbed his bicep.
“Yes, now.” Said Marinette, pretending to be too weak to haul Kim to his feet.
“Dude,” Said Nino, folding his arms, “the last time we had a project together, you didn’t do anything, and we nearly failed.”
“That was last week!” Exclaimed Kim, as Marinette let out small grunts in an effort to hide her laughter.
“Yeah, that’s why we have this project,” Scolded Nino, “Mendeleiev is having us redo it so that everyone participates.”
Kim groaned and got to his feet, “Fine.” He pouted.
As soon as the three were outside the cafeteria, Marinette whirled around.
“Nino, you keep the prince safe,” Commanded Marinette, her mind going into captain mode, “I’m going to investigate where that shot came from.”
“Wait, so there isn’t a project?” Asked Kim, looking affronted.
Marinette and Nino stared at him.
“Elysium is in for a bad ride.” Commented Marinette, before spinning on her heel and marching off.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Demanded Kim, as Nino carefully herded him away.
“Probably another one of the ‘inside jokes’ she has.” Said Nino, completely oblivious to the three people hiding around the corner.
Alya and Adrien gaped at each other. Marinette had just made a sarcastic, boarder-line snide remark about another country and had walked off. Then Marinette had called Kim a Prince. A. Prince.
“But she has a point,” Said Nino, looking down at the tray in his hands, flipping it over as he spoke, “someone tried to take a shot at you and, quite frankly, I don’t want to be on the receiving end of the Queen’s wrath because the two bodyguards she had watching her son couldn’t do their jobs.”
“What is that?” Asked Kim, looking at it closely.
“I don’t know, but knowing Marinette, we’ll find out soon.” Said Nino, before grabbing Kim’s shoulder and walking him away.
Kagami poked her head around the corner.
“Okay, they’re gone.” Said the Japanese girl, allowing Adrien and Alya to release the breath they had been holding.
YRH
Marinette hauled herself up the fire escape for the building. Granted, she could’ve just transformed and used her yoyo, but she felt like pushing herself today. She carefully looked across the roof, before hauling herself onto it. The equipment for taking the shot was scattered around haphazardly, as if whoever fired the shot was in a panic to get away. Marinette walked towards the rifle and crouched to pick it up.
A cold blade was pressed against her neck.
“Dead.” Said the Marksman, before putting the sword away, “I honestly thought you were going to do well today.”
Marinette scowled, before standing up to face her brother, “I did, you’re just a pessimist.”
“Really?” Questioned Michael, his arms folding, “I didn’t see you scout around the perimeter of the area before heading up here.”
Marinette froze, before swearing.
“Hm, fuck indeed.” Said Michael, as he started to gather up the equipment, “Don’t worry, Nino’s not out of the woods yet. Maria has a special test prepared for him.”
Marinette remained quiet, before looking around the roof top, “If I’d scouted around the block, the sniper could get away.”
Michael sigh and turned to face his sister, “Little one, a great leap forwards often requires two steps back. You need to examine the situation before jumping to conclusions, what if where was a second assassin waiting for you to turn up?”
Marinette scowled and glared at her feet.
“Plus,” Said Michael, “if you can get above them, they won’t see or hear you coming.”
Marinette snorted.
RYH
Nino kept ducking his head down the aisles of bookcases, looking for the Librarian, or anyone else for that matter, and finding no one.
“Typical, the one time we need a crowded place, all the intellectuals go on a sabbatical.” Muttered Nino, before a hand grabbed his shoulder and shoved into a bookcase.
Nino looked up at his attacker, they were wearing a black balaclava, hiding their features. Nino quickly rolled over and jumped to his feet, before swinging his leg out, kicking his assailant in the side. Another assailant grabbed Nino and slammed him against the wall, before a cold barrel of a gun was pressed to Kim’s head.
“One more move and his brains will decorate the floor.” Said the Gunman, making Nino stand down.
There was a tense silence, before the Gunman holstered their gun and pulled the balaclava off.
“Nino, did you forget the actual techniques you were taught for a situation like this?” Demanded a woman with green eyes, tanned skin and red hair.
“…Nooooo.” Nino trailed off, before looking away, “I take it the sniper thing was Marinette’s test.”
“Yes.” Said the woman curtly, before hauling Kim to his feet, “I can only hope her test went better than yours.”
“Sorry, Maman.” Said Nino, scratching the back of his neck.
“Keeping them here has made them complacent.” Said Michael, striding into the library.
Marinette was red in the face, while her gaze was firmly on a spot on the floor.
“Let me guess,” Said Nino’s mother, “She didn’t scout around before heading to the roof?”
“Got it in one.” Said Michael, leaning against a bookshelf, “Now, what’s this I hear about a failed assignment because a certain Prince didn’t pull his weight?”
Marinette let out an undignified snort as Kim went red. Michael suddenly tensed, spun around and launched a knife towards the door, the blade embedding itself in the wood of the door.
“All of you, come out!” Commanded Michael, as Adrien, Kagami and Alya slowly shuffled into sight.
“Guys?” Asked Marinette, looking at the three, “w-what are you doing here?”
“Little one, they’ve been following us since we entered the building.” Said Michael, stalking towards, “Who are you and what are your intentions?”
“They’re our classmates,” Said Nino, getting a reprimanding look form his mother, “Sorry.”
“Great.” Grumbled Michael, “Loose ends, just what we need.”
“Kim’s a prince?” Asked Alya, disbelievingly.
“Current heir to Elysium, yes.” Answered Maria, before looking at Michael, “You do realise that we have to take them to be debriefed, right?”
“Did you tell anyone about what you’ve found?” Asked Michael, giving the three a cold, calculating glare.
“Our lips are sealed.” Rushed Adrien, “Um, what do you mean ‘debriefed’?”
“Why?”
“Because I’ve got to be somewhere soon and-” Adrien was cut off by Maria.
“That’ll have to wait.” She flicked her wrist and three darts shot out and hit the three students, rendering them unconscious.
Michael, Marinette and Nino stared at the unconscious teenagers.
“Maria,” Said Michael, “my leg’s busted, remember? I can’t carry them.”
“They can.” Maria gestured towards Marinette and Nino, “It can make up for the sloppy work they’ve done.”
YRH
Skye frowned at the man sitting at the desk. The Mentor had found that mayor of Paris had links to the enemy and that he was possibly one of them. She silently made her way behind him and gently resting the palm of her hand on the back of the chair, before she flicked her wrist and a short blade pierced the back of Andre’s chair and went into his back, piercing his left lung and nicking a major artery.
“What?” Rasped Andre, as Skye appeared in his vision, “You…”
“Reposez en paix.” Murmured Skye, as she went through his pockets, smirking when she found a data stick and a disk. She looked down and spotted a hard drive plugged into the computer. She unplugged it and stuffed it, the data stick and the disk into her jacket pocket.
“You did great!” Came Rafael’s voice in her ear, making her jump.
“Christ, Raf!” Gasped Skye, “Don’t do that!”
“Sorry, you’re going to need to get rid of your wig and jacket,” Said Raf, “There should be a uniform closet near Bourgeois’ Office.”
“That staff id that you made should work, right?”
“Of course it will.” Said Raf, “Mike and Maria are collecting our two novices and Cal and Toby are dealing with the other two targets.”
YRH
Toby silently groaned as he hung from the ledge, he was thankful for the tree hiding him from sight, the Bourgeois woman was with Tsurugi, with a cd player playing violin music in the room next to theirs. He peeked over the edge and saw Bourgeois was facing away from him, and with Tsurugi being blind, it gave him the opportunity to leap out at them.
“Claudette’s not worthy of our order.” Were Bourgeois’ last words, as Toby rammed his fist into the back of her neck and slammed a vase over Tsurugi’s head. The two women dropped to the ground, unconscious.
He quickly rummaged through their pockets, and Bourgeois’ bag, but found nothing.
“Fuck.” Muttered Toby, glancing around the room, “Where is it?”
Unfortunately Toby didn’t have the time to rummage around the room, as two burly men charged into the room, making Toby run and jump out of the window he entered in.
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dessarious · 11 months
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The Angel of Death Pt51
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Marinette woke slowly, in a bed this time at least. There was shouting coming from the next room and she groaned internally. Just one day of peace, was that so much to ask? Despite grumbling internally, she sat up and slowly went to the door. Her head still felt fuzzy, but whatever was happening in the other room needed to be dealt with. When she opened the door, Gina and Chloe were yelling at Fu, then there was a bright flash of light. There was no way that was a good thing.
"Who are you? Where am I?" Fu's confused voice caused her to groan, bringing everyone's attention to where she was holding herself up with the door frame.
"What the hell happened now?" Gina and Chloe exchanged a look before Gina spoke.
"Cass, would you mind escorting this gentleman home? He seems to have lost his way." That couldn't be good. Cass just grabbed his upper arm and all but dragged him out of the room. Once he was out the door, Gina gave her a worried look. "We tried to stop him, I swear."
"Tried to stop him from doing what?" Neither one seemed to know how to answer, then Tikki popped up.
"He renounced his Guardianship and transferred it to you. In doing so, he lost any and all memories connected to the Miraculous." She couldn't even summon the energy to be surprised. How did this become her life?
"Why does everyone insist on treating me like a child and then proceed dump more and more responsibility in my lap? You people need to pick one and stick to it." She was so sick of this. At least when she'd just been an Assassin, her only worry was not drawing attention. "Where's the damn box?"
"It's in the bedroom." Gina seemed to answer more on reflex than anything else. Marinette stalked back into the room to find the rest of the Kwami hovering. She felt dizzy, and had to take a few deep breaths to steady herself. Maybe the stress was affecting her blood pressure.
"Does the box actually have protections, or is it just decorative?" Tikki was frowning at her, but Nooroo landed on her shoulder to answer.
"Decorative, but we could teach you how to add protections if you wish." She traced the patterns on the box absentmindedly.
"That might be a good idea for now, but I'd like to make something that's easier to travel with that is as impervious to magic and technology as I can make it." She'd have to ask for input from the Blakes, and possibly Constantine if she could find the bastard, but she'd have to make it on her own. The last thing she needed was anyone being able to override the security.
"So you're going to start running again." Gina's disappointed voice sounded from the doorway.
"I'm not about to listen to a lecture about this from someone who can't stay in one place for more than two months." She winced at how harsh her tone was, but she didn't regret the words. She felt Gina walking towards her and tensed up, only to have the woman turn her around gently.
"I like traveling. I like seeing new places and meeting new people. I don't stay in one place because I don't want to. What do you want?" She really hated that question.
"Fate and destiny have been working against me since I was born. It's all I can do to mitigate the consequences. What I want is pointless. What I can achieve is picking the least bad option, and right now that means making sure the Miraculous stay out of hands that will abuse them."
"And you don't think you can do that in Paris?"
"Destroying Talia will cause chaos in the League, but it won't necessarily stop them from looking for me. Not to mention Batman's going to be turning over every rock he can find so he can contain or 'rehabilitate' me." Paris was the only place he knew to look for her, so leaving was the best option. Where she would go was another matter entirely.
"I wouldn't bet on that last one. Wonder Woman gave him an earful after he mentioned you being a Keeper of Balance. She threatened to send you Amazons to help you in whatever way you require. Honestly, if you must leave, you would be welcome in their home and you and the Miraculous would be well guarded." It was obvious Gina didn't like the idea, but it did make sense. The Justice League wouldn't risk going against them. "Aquaman offered Atlantis as a safe place, as well. Apparently, ignoring a Keeper of Balance is what put them on the bottom of the ocean in the first place."
It was good to have options, and both places would keep her separate from the rest of the world. She'd still be able to teleport wherever she needed to, or wanted to, since everyone seemed to be stuck on that idea. But... she had a feeling both would make it extremely hard for her to get the down time she needed. They'd either be asking her for her advice, or trying to mold her into what they thought she should be. Neither option sounded appealing. It might be worth a trial run, just in case.
"It might be best to wait on either so that Batman doesn't know where to look for me. Granted, it would be hilarious to be able to come and go as I please while he's certain I'm stuck at one or the other." Man would probably have a stroke once he found out she could just teleport wherever the hell she wanted. Cass choose that moment to return, and she looked worried. "What now?" She tried to keep the annoyance out of her voice, but it was a lost cause at this point.
"Batman tried to follow me. Lost him, but I should probably stay away." She sounded less than happy. Marinette held out an hand and the girl took it, squeezing harder than necessary. When she looked at the strings coming off her she realized that only the ones to herself and Gina were the purple indicating family. She didn't know why, but she did know the pain of feeling like you're alone in the world.
"I'll keep in touch. I promise." Cass frowned.
"Here. Always." She could feel her cousin's reluctance to leave, and almost felt a pull herself to stay near her. It wasn't a feeling she was willing to ignore. She turned back to the box and opened it, waiting for inspiration to strike. She saw a hint of a string going from Cass to the mouse miraculous. Perfect. She picked it up and held it out.
"You don't have to use it to transform, but if you need to talk to me, you can send a message through Mullo. That way, there's no way it will get lost or intercepted." Cass took the necklace almost reverently, before pulling her into a hug.
"I'll keep it safe. Promise."
"I know." Marinette pulled back reluctantly. "You should go. I don't want to get you in more trouble." She had to physically stop herself from going after her as Cass went out the window. She really wished she knew if it was just because she didn't want her to go, rather than a warning.
"I knew you two would get along." Gina sounded almost smug, and Marinette ignored it as she closed the box once again. Something was off and she couldn't pinpoint it. It was going to drive her insane.
"Where are the Blake brothers?" Gina blinked at her.
"As far as I know, they went home."
"But you don't know for certain."
"Well, no but-"
"What about Adrien, Luka, and Kagami?"
"They're at the dorm. I just talked to Adrien an hour ago." Chloe sounded worried and pulled out her phone, she assumed to make sure she was right. Then it hit her.
"Damian." the string between them was still pulsing in a way that made her uneasy, and Cass was presumably going back to where he was. This was bad. She couldn't say if she was more worried or annoyed at the fact that a connection between them was forming again, no matter what kind.
"Uh... Mari?" Chloe held up her phone so she could see it, and Marinette just started cursing. There was a video feed showing Damian hanging over the balcony on the top floor of the Grand Paris. All his family, besides Cass, that were in Paris, were tied up about ten feet away. Honestly, none of that was her current focus. She only had one question.
"What the actual fuck is the Joker doing in Paris?"
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Damian and Talia sort some things out before heading to the Order of Guardians. Things don't go the way either of them expects.
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The Eldest Al-Ghul Wayne - Chapter 2: The Teachings of a Sister
As time continued, Damian grew. He was now five years old, although four was when he started his training to become heir of the League of Shadows. Talia took to teaching him the basics first, she taught him about different weapons, the most effective way to kill a person, how to successfully manipulate someone, and more. Now, Talia thought that she was solely responsible for teaching Damian, but what she was not aware of was Marinette sneaking into the room and hiding in the shadows, watching her mother and brother. There was a reason why Marinette’s league name was Shabh (ghost/phantom), and it most certainly had to do with her quiet presence, almost similar to death. But Marinette intended to teach her brother more things. She wanted him to know what love was and how to love, but she also needed to pass along the teachings of her secret.
What no one knew was that in the quiet hours of the night, Marinette spent her time studying an old grimoire, describing the infamous miraculous. These miraculous belonged to the sister organization of the League of Shadows, the Order of Guardians. She was fascinated by the powers that were described within the pages of the grimoire. But she knew that while the kwamis, the god-like beings in the miraculous, always had good intentions, those who wielded the miraculous good easily make the kwamis do their bidding. This is why she kept the grimoire hidden from her grandfather and everyone else in the league. For she knew that if anyone found it, they would do horrible things with the power it provided. However, there was a reason why Marinette needed to pass along the teachings to her brother, and it was that she was expendable, when there came a time that she was deemed useless to the league, she would be killed on the spot. For despite being the daughter of Talia and granddaughter of the demon head, her gender would never allow her to live in peace, especially with Damian now being the heir. So, she would need to pass along each teaching to her brother, a burden it may be, but the secrets would help him and most certainly be protected by him.
Marinette was brought back to the duel between her brother and mother hearing a loud grunt, smiling when she saw the katana in her brother. Despite it being more than five years since the day that the different weapons were presented to him, Damian’s favorite weapon was still the obsidian katana with emerald and sapphires embedded in the hilt. He had never liked any other weapon, and to this day it still reminded Marinette of her and her brother. She watched as her mother dismissed Damian before slipping after him herself. She trailed him for a while, his paranoia causing him to glance back every so often. Eventually, she launched at him with a hug, quickly disarming his attack, and then whispering in his ear, “Hello, Habibi. How was your training?”
Damian instantly relaxed, hugging her back and exclaiming, “Ukhti (sister)! I missed you! It was amazing! I beat mother twice!” Even though Damian had eventually stopped calling Marinette mommy, he had instead taken to calling her Ukhti and if no one else was present, Umi (mom).
She ruffled his hair and replied, “That’s amazing, Habibi. Now we should return to our rooms, I need to show you something.” Damian instantly perked up realizing that she meant that was going to teach him more about the grimoire now. He took her hand, pulling her to their rooms. Once they were inside and the doors were locked, she pulled out the grimoire and snuggled with him, before letting her voice enchant him, telling him about the mystical and fantastic miraculous. All the while, her heart beat its unique beat, calming Damian instantly.
It wasn’t until a month later that disaster struck. After one of Damian’s training sessions, Marinette didn’t find him coming down the hall like normal. Instantly panic rose within her. She ran throughout the compound, trying to figure out why Damian would suddenly not do what he had been doing for more than a year now. Bile rose in her throat, wondering if he had been injured. So, she check the infirmary, but alas, Damian was not in there. There was one other place he could be, a small hall in the compound had a tiny room, big enough for only children. This would be where Damian would go, only if something truly horrific happened. The last time he went there, it was because he took the life of someone, an enemy of the league. Once reaching the room, she went in, and sure enough, there Damian was. He was rocking back and forth, tears coming down his face, and he was tapping something against his knee. She quickly realized it was her heartbeat, scaring her more because he did this whenever he needed comfort. She gently pulled him into her arms, her heart breaking when she heard his quiet sobs. Once he calmed down, she asked the dreaded question, “What happened, Habibi?”
It was then that the dam broke and he sobbed out, “Mother and Grandfather thought I was getting too weak because of you! So they made me kill a dog! She was so beautiful and completely innocent, but they made me kill her and watch as she died.”
Fury rose inside her. How dare those two bastards do that to her baby brother. But one question still lingered in her. She knew Damian was an extreme animal-lover, but he had killed a human, why was this reaction worse than the rest? And so she asked just that, and Damian replied, “That man I killed I told had no family. He was also a horrible murderer and cheat like almost everyone in this wretched place. Along with that, he had a rucksack on his head and I wasn’t forced to watch him die. But this dog was innocent, I could see her lovely eyes right before I killed her. I also know she had puppies, puppies that would now grow up without a mother because of me. She… she died so slowly. Maybe if I had found a way to kill her faster, she wouldn’t have died in so much pain…”
Marinette snapped her head down to look at her brother. Her sweet, handsome, incredible baby brother was currently beating himself up because of something those bastards she was related to did. Right away she started shushing him and murmured to him, “Never blame yourself for something Mothe–no, something Talia or Ra’s did. You didn’t sadistically decide to kill that dog. They forced you. It was either you killed or be killed. And while I do sympathize for that poor dog, I will never wish for her to be alive when my precious baby is dead.” She then started muttering about how much she hated the league, Talia, and Ra’s, cussing every single one of them out. All the while, Damian watched wide-eyed. He had heard some crass language in the league, but his sister could win an award for how vulgar her words were.
Marinette, suddenly stood up, picking up Damian as she did. She slipped on her cloak, covering both herself and Damian, and blended in with the shadows. She also used some passageways she had discovered to discreetly get her and Damian to their rooms. Once she reached the rooms, she put Damian down on the bed and pulled out the grimoire. After sitting next to Damian, he snuggled against her, expecting her to start her lessons like normal. Marinette, on the other hand, had a different idea. “Damian, could you face me, please?” Damian instantly did so, recognizing the severity of her tone and the lack of any nicknames. Marinette then continued, “Today, I am going to explain to you, why I don’t support the league. And yes before you ask, I am a defect,” silencing his obvious question. “No one in the league truly cares about me. The main reason is my gender. As a female, I’m not seen as important as I could be. I am telling you this now, but as I grow older, I will continue to be deemed unuseful, and eventually, there will be those who will be aiming to kill me. The league is also not a good place for you. This is why I have tried to protect you all this time. I’m trying to stop a future in which you aren’t my Damian, but instead the leagues. Today’s events prove just that. My imminent death is also why I have been teaching you the grimoire, for it is you who will need to preserve these secrets. I will tell you now that you may never share these secrets with anyone in the league, no one in fact, except any family you may have. For everyone in the league will just be looking to exploit the miraculous, and we can’t let that happen. I adore you, my love. And I will protect you with my dying breath, Habibi.”
Once Marinette had stopped talking, Damian’s brain just continued whirring in thought. Eventually, he decided that his sister was always right, and from that day accepted that the league would not be his future, for Marinette would never let it be. He nodded his head to show that he understood her words. She smiled at him, before tucking him against her body. And as Damian listened to her voice once more, all he could hope was that there would never come a time when he would lose his sister. For he could never bear it. But as he listened to her heartbeat and her angelic voice, he truly believed that everything would be okay. It was also on this day that Damian no longer swore full allegiance to the league, but rather to his sister, who would always be worth more than anything.
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