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Maribat Fic Masterlist!
One Shots
Focus on Me (Dickinette)
Rooftop Rendezvous (Timari)
Alleyway Altercation (NSFW) (Timari)
Downtown Detour (Timari)
Picture Perfect (Timari)
Scars [Only on AO3] (NSFW) (Jasonette)
{more under the cut}
MGI Trope Tussle- Team Enemies to lovers
Cut You Down to Size (Damigami)
Do You Believe in Magic? (Wallynette)
Super-Rockin’ Wedding of the Century (Daminette)
Talk So Pretty, But Your Heart Got Teeth (Dickinette)
Business (Mis)Management (Timari)
MGI Bracket Fic War 2k21
Too Good To Be True [Only on AO3] (Round 1) (Jasonette)
We’ve Got Work To Do [Only on AO3] (Round 2) (Pre-Marijon)
MGI Bracket Fic War 2k22
Do You Like Girls? [Only on AO3] (Round 1) (Stephmari)
Last Minute Decision [Only on AO3] (Round 2) (Dickinette)
Jasonette July 2021
Purple Lilacs- Hurt no Comfort prompt
MGI 1st Year Anniversary Gift Exchange
The Smell of Dawn [Only on AO3] (Jasonette) for @/mar16a7
MGI 3rd Year Anniversary Gift Exchange
Bursting At The Seams [Only on AO3] (Konmari) for @/kvntparson
MGI Secret Santa Gift Exchange
Taste the Rain [Only on AO3] (Brucinette) for @/fangirling-101
I Know You’re Batman [Only on AO3] (Jasonette) for @/jinx-jade
Welcome to the Family- Bio Dad!Bruce Wayne Month 2021
First Impressions- Meeting for the First Time
First Friend- Family/Friends
Just Some Guy- Identities
Why Now?- Bonding
Of Mice and Men- Stories/Memories
Destiny at Your Door- Overprotection
Good Intentions- Gifts
Hi, Hungry. I’m Dad!- Pranks/Dad jokes
Under The Red Mask- Discovery
Everything Will Be Fine- Baking (substitute)
Brotherly Intervention- Sibling Bonding
Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Day Off- Fashion Show (substitute)
Destinies Are Upon Us- Death
Baby Bat (Interlude)- De-aged AU
By Any Other Name- Last Name: Wayne
Call of the Wild- The ‘Talk’ (substitute)
Unfettered by Desire- Pets (substitute)
He Who Laughs Last- Heroes/Villains
A Matter of Formality- Wayne Gala
Crisis Averted- Meeting the Justice League 
Growing Pains- Father’s Day
The Strange Case Of...- Library/Books
Silent Night- Take you kid to work (substitute)
MGI Mixer 2k22
Little Death: Jason- Phantoms [See PotF in On-Going]
On-going Fics
- “How Did All This Happen?”- A Memoir By One Marinette Dupain-Cheng (Daminette) [9 Chapters]
- Dream Of Me [Only on AO3] (Daminette) [1 Chapter]
- Memory Crystallization [Only on AO3] (Found? Family) {inspired by this oneshot by @/jumpingjoy82} [2 Chapters]
- Suffer the Consequence [Only on AO3] (Healing? but also unmitigated violence) [4 Chapters]
-  Pleasures of the Flesh [Only on AO3] (Pairing TBD) [5 Chapters]
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ethelphantom · 3 years
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Ethel’s Christmas Calendar (that is hopefully going to last until the 31st of December)
So! I’m not joining Daminette December this year (I might have sort of fallen out of the ship at some point, still obviously respect all the people who do like it, and I’m just as much a Maribat fan still!) but I am writing Constagami/DamiGami December with @pl-panda. He wants to counter my angst with DamiGami fluff so let’s see what’s going to happen.
...Yes, I have actual fluff coming up too. I promise. I’m not a complete monster.
Anyhow! Here I will keep updating the prompts filled every day, so look forward to them! You can always open stories only up to that day, but no worries, they’ll all end up here. You can also find them in my Ao3, so that’s another place to look!
Without further ado, here are the days:
1. Burning
2. “-I’m not sorry.” “-Then by the gates of Hell I shall make you so.”
3. “Unconditional love is a terrifying thing.”
4. Choice
5. Breaking Point
6. “I always win.”
7. Make You Cry
8. “Do you ever get tired of being the voice of reason around here?”
9. Our Song
10. “-You’re lying. You’re blushing.” “-Shut up, no I’m not.”
11. Gifts
12. “-I’m your lock screen?” “-...You weren’t supposed to see that.”
13. Freedom
14. Long Time No See
15. Deity AU
16. College AU
17. Pirate AU
18. Secretary AU
19. Fake Dating AU
20. Obligatory Coffee Shop AU
21. Soulmates AU Because We Need One
22. “When you’ve been alive for centuries, things like this stop surprising you.”
23. Time Travel
24. Golden Lies with Silver Lining
25. “I liked it better when you didn’t know how to be sarcastic with me.”
26. “Stop spreading chaos, I can’t keep up with it anymore.”
27. “I don’t do things half-way.”
28. Dating My Mortal Enemy
29. Chloé the Shipper
30. “If you don’t get him, I will.”
31. “Get a room! You’re ruining my sunlight!”
Tags:
All Maribat: @kris-pines04 @thethirdwheelfriend @maribat-is-lifeblood @abrx2002 @rebecarojas07 @corabeth11 @kadmeread @fsketchart @moonystars14 @souleateralicestein @dreamykitty25 @verraa
Constagami/DamiGami December: @persephonescat
If you want to be tagged to either of these, do send me an ask or leave a comment! <3
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polyvirnl · 4 years
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Damigaminette Thruple Art :)
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Just pretend that i didnt forget kagami was wearing long sleeves. 
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anjuschiffer · 3 years
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Maribat ballroom dancing Au.
That’s it.
That’s the Au
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Cut You Down to Size
AYO its Day 1 of the MGI Trope Tussle! I’m representing Team Enemies-to-Lovers! Lets Get It!
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Damigami 5.5K words Oneshot, no warnings apply
Summary:
Alfred signs Damian up for his school's fencing club. There he meets a red clad demon with a sabre.
Day 1 prompt: My name is unimportant— you, tyrant, will die today by my blade.
without further ado:
This was stupid. Damian could not understand Pennyworth’s logic behind signing him up for his school’s fencing club. He was a trained assassin, studying under the world’s greatest swordsmen, and no one at his school would be able to keep up with him. He was miles ahead in terms of technique and experience. So why on earth would he subject himself to this asinine, idle waste of time on a Saturday?
“Remember, young master, it is important to your father that you enjoy hobbies more suitable for others your age. All your other siblings have activities to distract them from the eccentricities of their nighttime activities.” Right, that’s why. Pennyworth spoke as if he were reminding an imbecile how to not walk into oncoming traffic and his tone grated on Damian’s nerves. “Don’t pout, Master Damian, it is unbecoming. Besides, it would make your father proud if you were able to blend in with other teens.”
He most definitely was not pouting but he could agree that making his father proud and not compromising their identities were important. His weary sigh was the only answer he gave to Pennyworth before stepping out of the car and entering the school gym. He squared his shoulders and adjusted the gym bag before striding to the gathering of other students on the mats. They were all in varying degrees of proper white fencing gear, a sharp contrast to Damian’s black uniform. He stood off the side, waiting for the instructor and pointedly ignoring the stares of the other students. Their attention was meaningless and Damian hoped they wouldn’t turn his presence into some spectacle.
The minutes ticked by, and his patience withering away with it, before the gym’s double doors were booming open. In walked the club’s instructor followed by what looked like another school’s club and instructor trailing behind her. Damian counted at least ten students, white uniforms perfectly in place with their array of masks tucked under their arms. However, one of those students caught his eye. The striking red uniform stood out against everyone else’s and the square to their shoulders spoke of confidence not unlike his own. A small part of Damian wonders if any of that confidence was well earned but the larger part of him knew that regardless of how good they thought they were, they were still no match for him.
“Good afternoon, everyone!” The crisp voice of his instructor echoed in the now silent gym as she commanded everyone’s attention. She looked rather pleased with herself and continued to speak, addressing the Gotham students. “As you can see here, I have a visiting school’s club with me, so please join me in welcoming Francois Dupont’s fencing club, who have come all the way from Paris to practice with us.”
A half hearted applause was all the reaction she got and it was at that point that Damian tuned out the rest of her introduction. His mind had wandered to less menial things, waiting for his time to show his more than impressive skills.
He was brought out of his musings by the shrill of a whistle and was staring face to face to a rather short girl from the French club. She was looking up at him with wide blue eyes before darting away to look over the other students pairing up. Her eyes had focused on a tall blond and his Gotham partner and Damian swore he saw her swoon. Great, a scatter-brained lovesick fool was his first partner. Clearly the universe was punishing him for transgressions he was not privy to. Before he could pass further judgment on his partner, she peered back to him and spoke in soft English.
“Hi, my name is Marinette. Nice to meet you!” She tried to sound confident but her awkwardness betrayed her and the hunch in her shoulders were telling. Alfred had taught him some manners, however, so rather than ignore her as he was wont to do, he greeted her with his name and ended the conversation there. She looked ready to speak again but was cut off by another harsh blow from the whistle.
“Alright, everyone. This is just a warm-up match. Nothing too fancy and remember the rules.” The French instructor’s accent was thick and he spoke with equal robustness to match the Gotham instructor. The two made quite the pair.
He faced his partner again and put enough space between them. They both put on their masks and were poised at the ready. Her pose was amateurish but definitely better than the others he’s caught in his periphery. The cry of ‘en garde’ sounded and Damian did not hesitate to try and score a point. Emphasis on ‘try.’ While if this were a real duel Damian would have won with no hesitation, he found that he didn’t need to hold back as much as he would if she were some of his classmates. Her technique was still sloppy but at least she showed potential.
The warm-up ended with Damian scoring three points in succession but there were, admittedly, some close calls. Next, they were rotating partners and Damian was partnered off with the blond from earlier. This close, Damian faintly recognized his face and verbalized as such. The sheepish scratch behind the blond’s neck was unexpected as was the declaration that he was a fashion model back in Paris. Adrien Agreste the boy had said. Damian then chalked up his previous partner’s behaviour to nothing more than to a silly celebrity crush. No further thought was put into their dynamics as the call for positions was announced.
This duel went slightly differently than Damian had expected. Like his previous partner, Agreste was much better than first impressions would suggest. While his previous partner had poor technique with intuition to back her up, Agreste had acceptable technique with his own personal twist. Agreste backed each strike with an edge that spoke of more roguish practice. It was almost entertaining but still no match for Damian superior skills. Perhaps he could convince his father to send him to Paris for the summer if this was the kind of students the city produced. This duel ended in three points in Damian’s favour as well but he conceded a point to Agreste who got a lucky strike in. Both boys took off their masks and shook hands as a five minute break was called. As Damian turned to reach for his water bottle on the bench, Agreste approached him with a heavy hand on his shoulder.
“I saw your match with Marinette,” he spoke with nothing short of excitement and slight wonder. “She’s new to the club but she’s a quick learner. I’m glad she joined and she seemed to enjoy warming up with you! What do you think?”
Huh.
Maybe Agreste was the adoring fan in their dynamic. Any more brightly, and the boy’s green eyes would be sparkling like fireworks as he continued to wax poetics about the short girl. That of which got annoying pretty quickly.
Another whistle, that French coach was rather annoying with the damn thing, was blown and the students made their way back to the mats. A new rotation was called and Damian was finally paired with the red fencer who caught his eye earlier. In contrast to his previous partners, this one stared at him with poorly hidden, yet unprovoked, contempt. The furrow in her brows and slight downturn in her lips was a mirror to Damian’s own expression. The air between them was charged as they both assessed each other. Neither spoke but neither was paying detailed attention to the instructors. Issuing a silent challenge, Damian tilted his head back to stare the shorter girl down by the tip of his nose, smirking at her increasingly furrowed expression. He scoffed at her as the call for putting on their masks was issued.
“Damian,” he said at last, getting into the starting position.
“My name is unimportant— you, tyrant, will die today by my blade.”
Not even Damian’s brothers were that theatrical; his sister? Maybe. And perhaps Todd, but that’s irrelevant. Was she for real or was this a taunt that got lost in translation? Just who was she? From an outsider’s perspective, the two of them painted quite an interesting picture, posed in their black and red uniforms, a vision against the whites of their clubmates. The air was rich with their slowly growing disdain for each other. The instructor’s voice of ‘en garde’ was drowned out by their hurried movements.
It didn’t take long for Damian to deduce that his opponent was undoubtedly the best of the French group. Her moves were punctuated with needle-like precision and each attack was laced with slowly growing malice at the challenge. Damian didn’t have to hold back nearly as much as he had, once again, underestimated his opponent. There’s a lesson to be learned here but he would never give Pennyworth that satisfaction. The butler’s smug grin and echoed voice of ‘you are not nearly as infallible as you believe, Master Damian’ arose in his mind and the irritation at the notion was channelled directly into his current duel. He struck out with more aggression than he initially had intended to but, as it had put his opponent on the defensive, he wasn’t going to rear his anger in. Instead, he let it fuel his movements more, pushing his opponent off the mat as they danced across the floor.
This only spurred his nameless opponent on more as she matched him strike for strike in equal aggression. Damian wasn’t sure if it was due to his sudden tunnel vision but he could have sworn that the world narrowed to only the two of them, the clash of their weapons being the only sound he could hear. Time faded into nothing and all his focus was on parrying and attacking and lunging and parrying again in a vicious cycle. Points were earned back and forth but no time was called in between to award either of them. This wasn’t a match for points. This was war. A battle to the death issued by the red demon before him. She was no longer just a practice partner or an aggravating opponent. This was his enemy now. Damian would not fail. Damian Wayne doesn’t lose after all.
The shrill of a whistle had the two freezing in place. Giving himself a few seconds to collect himself, Damian felt as if he was coming out of a haze. He watched as the red fencer before him relaxed her posture and turned to face the French coach. Taking off his mask and catching his breath, he noticed that the two of them held the collective attention of the two clubs.
“Now THAT is fencing!” The French coach’s boisterous voice echoed in the gym and was accompanied by his harsh clapping. His two previous practice partners were equally as enthusiastic but subdued in their applause, sporting matching grins at the red fencer. Damian could only glare at the students, refusing to acknowledge his opponent.
The rest of practice went on as such for the next hour but none of the other French fencers captivated him like the first three. They must have had private tutors as they were obviously a cut above the rest. Practice ended without much fanfare and Damian found himself waiting for Pennyworth outside the school gates as the French class were loading their bus. He only caught the tail end of the slight murmurs of conversation but Damian caught the Agreste boy referring to the red fencer as Kagami. Hmm.
Pennyworth pulled up shortly after and once he was inside the vehicle, Pennyworth didn’t hesitate to question him about the experience.
“There was a visiting French club. They were lackluster and struggled to keep up with me even with me holding back.” He refused to look the old man in the eye, glancing a knowing smirk on his aged face. “Three of them showed promise. But I was still superior in every way.”
“Well then, I hope they didn’t tire you out completely. I believe we are expecting some of those same French students over for dinner this afternoon.”
“Pardon?” Damian could not be bothered to compose his irritation at Pennyworth’s brazen declaration. Why was he just learning about this now? “Any idea who exactly will be joining us?”
“I believe Madame Dupain-Cheng, Madame Tsurugi and Mister Agreste all agreed.” Agreste? The model boy. Damian was willing to bet that Dupain-Cheng was the short girl from the warm-up as the two seemed fond of each other. That would probably make Tsurugi his red opponent, Kagami. But that begs the question why they were invited to dinner. Schooling his expression and gaining some more composure, Damian addressed the butler again.
“Any reason why those students in particular?” Aiming for an aura of nonchalance, he continued. “It’s quite the coincidence as those were the three French students I mentioned showing promise. Why were they invited?”
Pennyworth saw right through him and casted a humoured glance at his reflection in the rearview mirror.
“Oh, I would say that Madame Tsurugi shows more than just promise, Master Damian. She is an Olympic hopeful after all.” That… That makes sense Damian supposes. It would definitely explain her confidence and skill. But she still irritated him.
“And what of the other two?”
“Those two would be Madame Tsurugi’s closest friends. Their club is here on a Wayne Foundation sponsorship and your father personally invited Madame Tsurugi to dinner.” Pennyworth paused as he turned into the manor gates. “She and her mother agreed to the invitation on the condition that the young lady’s friends be invited as well. I see they have left quite the impression on you.”
“They require further judgement,” and the conversation died there.
Ignoring the crowd of his siblings upon entering the manor, Damian went straight for his room to research more on his new rival and company.
After two hours of constant research, he was reluctant to admit that the three were rather accomplished in their own rights, and that he had completely misjudged them. Dupain-Cheng was a talented baker and designer and was indeed a fast learner, only officially being in the fencing club for two months. She was also in a new relationship with Agreste. That explains the sappiness and nauseating shower of compliments. Agreste himself was a budding pianist on top of his modelling and fencing prowess. He even featured in some gigs by a local popular band. Tsurugi was more than just an Olympic hopeful, coming from a famous line of fencers and kendo masters back in Japan. She has a roster of competitions won and is currently holding three world titles for her age group. He supposes that that’s quite impressive. But it still doesn’t supersede his training. Would it be improper to challenge her to another duel when she arrives? Probably.
Checking the time, he realized there was forty minutes until dinner and only ten until the three guests arrived. He freshened up his appearance and changed out of his fencing gear into more appropriate attire. He headed down to the foyer to wait with his siblings in greeting their guests. Cain stood next to him and gave him a quick once-over glance. She didn’t say anything but her giggles did not bode well for Damian.
The door was being held open as their three guests walked in and they all wore matching expressions of surprise as their gaze landed on Damian. They greeted his father and each of his siblings, exchanging quick hello’s before the Agreste boy regarded Damian.
“Hey! You’re that guy from the fencing club.” All eyes were on Damian in an instant, his siblings wearing various ranges of delight.
“Yes, he is that guy from the fencing club. Tell us everything,” Todd interjected. He swung a casual arm around Agreste and began herding them further into the manor towards the drawing room. Before Damian can begin to preserve his reputation, Todd and Agreste were already in deep conversation with random input from Dupain-Cheng and Grayson. Tsurugi hung back from the herd and was thanking his father for the invitation. Her calm, withdrawn voice was very different from the scorn she was showering him with during their duel. She caught him staring at her and just ignored him, brushing past him to follow quickly behind the others. He caught his father’s eye and regarded the man silently. Even when maintaining public appearances, his father never did anything without reason. So what was the value in inviting some French kids his company was sponsoring? Olympic grade or not, it was still uncharacteristically more involved than other other company sponsorships in the past.
What was his father’s angle here?
He hoped it didn’t involve playing nice with Tsurugi because her frigid disposition is more trouble than it’s worth. The karma is not lost on him.
Entering the drawing room, he walks into the middle of Agreste illustrating the nature of his duel against Tsurugi. He added unnecessary flourish, making the match seem more grandiose than it really was. He would deny any and all effort exerted as that was a sign of weakness. Damian was not weak.
“I’ll have you know,” he began, collecting their undivided attention, again. “The match with Tsurugi was child’s play. I only entertained her for so long because I thought she could provide some real competition. Clearly, I was mistaken,” he said, like a liar.
“I am more than just competition.” Tsurugi had stood from her place on the sofa to try and face him on even ground. She was still shorter than him but the intimidation was rolling off her in waves. “I will prove to you that I am a worthy opponent.”
That was an invitation for a rematch if Damian’s ever heard one. As he was about to accept the challenge, Pennyworth entered with an announcement of dinner, guiding everyone into the appropriate dining room. His siblings rushed for various seats, splitting up their guests and mixing them in with their chaos. The seating arrangement his siblings had orchestrated had him sitting directly across from the current bane of his existence. The two regarded each other silently, trapped in their own quiet bubble separate from the ruckus of the table.
The dinner was wonderful, as usual, and conversation was as normal as this family was capable of. Except for the intense staring contest he was engaged in with his enemy. She was civil, cordial even, with the rest of the family, sharing jokes with Cain and Thomas with no issue and handled Todd’s annoyance with grace but she couldn’t get a reign on her disdain for Damian. He faintly noticed her two friends exchange curious glances with each other. He paid them no mind; his attention lying elsewhere.
“So, Kagami,” Drake’s voice cut through the loud atmosphere, silencing the table. “You mentioned earlier that you will prove to Damian that you’re a worthy opponent. How do you plan to go about that?” He tried to go for casual but he failed and Damian knew he was doing it just to get a reaction out of him.
“A battle to the death of course,” she was quick with her reply and her tone had no hints of humor. She means every word of that statement. Equal expressions of shock were on his family’s faces, no one knowing what to say. A distasteful snort from the blond cut through the air.
“Kagami,” her friend, Dupain-Cheng, had cut in with a slight chuckle, “I don’t think they know you’re joking.”
“My apologies, then.” Her lips were curled in a faint smirk and then she said, “While I initially had all intentions to contest his false assessment, over the course of the dinner, I have concluded that he is someone not worth the effort.” She took a sip of her drink, completely ignoring the uproar of taunts and jeers his siblings threw his way.
Damian was not going to take that insult sitting down.
“That’s it, Tsurugi,” he rose from his seat, the scrape of the chair on the hardwood floors hushing the peanut gallery. “You wanted a duel, I’ll give you a duel. A clash of swords seems fitting, don’t you think?” He felt quite satisfied with himself, so much so he was completely ignorant to the whispers of his siblings with their guests. His attention was solely on the red demon.
“While I can’t persuade you both from not doing this,” his father’s tired voice was firm and imposing; he looked like he’s aged a few years since the start of the evening, “I must insist on using only the wooden practice swords you have. No real blades allowed. Am I understood?”
It wasn’t really a question as there was no room for refutation but Damian was grateful his father didn’t try to put a stop to the entire thing anyways. A challenge was issued and Damian was going to see it through.
After Pennyworth cleared the table and set about doing other chores, they made their way to the manor’s gym with the exclusion of his father. A mat was already laid out and he went to retrieve the practice swords. They were fashioned to mimic his katana and the familiar weight was comfortable in his grip. Tsurugi was surveying the wooden blade and assessing the balance of the handle before setting into a comfortable starting stance. They weren’t bound by fencing rules this time and he felt the lack of restrictions to be freeing. Grayson had declared himself ring master and was counting down to start them off. Drake was holding a camera, most likely recording, and Todd was conspiring with Dupain-Cheng and Thomas in the corner. Agreste and Cain were observing like normal people—Damian failed to see them silently exchange some cash— and he ignored them all to focus on the foe before him.
Grayson’s call for ‘go’ set them off like steam engines, their swords crashing into each other in heavy strikes. Using his advantageous size, Damian pushed back and swiped for her legs. She blocked the attack, sword intercepting his, swinging her back leg behind her to kick at his chest. He recoiled at the contact and the pressure of her boots before aiming a broad sweep over head, bringing his arms down in a wide arc. She blocks that as well, but was brought down to a knee, all her focus in holding her blade across the palm of hand. She pushes against his force and rolls under his blade, tucking herself into a ball before uncurling behind him. Her next strike is aimed for his back but Damian is quick on the defensive and knocks her blade away before stepping into her space. His shoulder clips her chin and he takes the opportunity to elbow her below her chest. He swings around to strike her down but she ducks and swipes at his legs. He jumps over the arc of her blade but isn’t prepared for the kick in his chest as he lands.
He steps back a couple paces to get air back in his lungs as Tsurugi gains her own bearings. They’re both breathing heavily and the gym is silent save for Todd’s inappropriate wolf-whistle. Ignoring him, as usual, he focuses back on his opponent. On the subtle rise and fall of her shoulders, her lean but firm arms holding the sword out pointing at him. Her short bob is in disarray and her brown eyes burn into him like molten lava. Her stare is intense and almost freezes him completely in place.
A second ticks by. Then another. The entire room feels like a stifled exhale, cautious not to disturb the fragile atmosphere. The energy is broken by a charge from Tsurugi as she strikes across his chest, colliding with his blade. Their swords are crossed and they both lean into the push, faces mere inches apart as they try to get the upper hand. Neither was budging, willing to submit to the other.
Damian found himself revelling in the intense focus of her gaze. Even growing up in the League, his mentors always held back, not wanting to accidentally kill their master’s heir. His siblings were no better, always underestimating him, never taking his challenges seriously. But Tsurugi? She matched him blow for blow without hesitation. Without fear and without judgement. The lack of threat of death hanging over him made the fight that much more enjoyable. If he were anymore focused on his own expression, he would have found a smile, not a smirk or a half-hearted grimace, but an honest-to-god smile. A grin even.
Tipping the fight in his favour, he aims a kick to Tsurugi’s knee, and turns out of their lock of swords. Feeling emboldened, he takes to taunting his opponent.
“You know, you are a lot better than I thought you would be,” he swings his sword around aimlessly, waiting for her to get up again. “But you’re still no match for me.”
Rather than respond, Tsurugi swipes up at him, both hands on her sword hilt, in a broad arc. Her body follows through with the motion, with her back leg sweeping the floor gently, her back to him by the end. Damian sees the opportunity and lunges to attack her now open back. He’s almost flushed against her with his sword about to press into the curve of her spine except his swing is intercepted by his opponent's block. She had anticipated his move and swung her arms over her head, carrying the blade behind her to protect her. Damian’s blood runs white hot with the shame of falling for her feint. Still held in this position, Tsurugi casts a smirk over her shoulder, head tilted back towards his chest. The position, with the exception of their swords, has them appearing to be in a dance, with his partner—no, opponent— ready to be spun out in a graceful turn.
“Are you sure?” her voice was rough with exertion and tainted with glee, “You seem to have failed to gain any substantial upperhand.” She kicks back into his shin and then steps out of his space, spinning under her arms, keeping her sword against his. Now facing him directly, Damian can see the fire shining in her brown eyes, ablaze with excitement and ferocity.
“Don’t think yourself so high and mighty,” he started to step to his right, trying to prepare for another attack but she matched him in moves and now they were slowly circling each other.
“Ironic coming from you, I’m sure.” Her tone was flat but her eyes glimmered with amusement. Her blade shifted ever so subtly, pointing further down Damian’s body, aimed directly for his stomach. Damian takes a chance and steps into her space, left arm gradually inching towards her sword hilt. Using his longer legs, he sweeps one under her stance, hooking his ankle around hers.
It happens in slow motion. Or at least, it felt like it did. He’s bringing his leg back towards himself, knocking her off center, balancing on an unsteady leg. He’s grabbed her sword hilt and is pushing her arms and the sword above her head while his own sword slides to place against her throat. He pushes further into her space, leaning over her and bending her back, almost chest to chest, nose to nose with his sword in the breath between them. Their precarious position cants them completely off balance and she’s fallen with him on top of her. Her arms are pinned firmly above her now, her grip on her sword long forgotten, and Damian’s weight is balanced on his knees, preserving any dignity he has left. They’re still so close to each other, the weight of his blade gingerly pressing into the lines of her neck. Her head is tilting back, a futile attempt to escape him and once she acknowledges that, Damian can feel the muscles in her arms relax beneath his vice-like grip. They’re staring at each other, and Damian finds himself not wanting to look away.
Oh.
Oh.
In his seven years of living with his father’s family, he never understood how his father could casually welcome thieves and assassins into his bed. How his brothers surrounded themselves with people equally dangerous. How his sister would challenge an opponent she knew she couldn’t beat. How they could all flirt with danger and not even question it. Now he understood. It was a heady rush, like a freefall without certainty of a parachute or a net. It was an addictive type of excitement to come face to face with someone who doesn’t look at him with fear but with equal competition. He could get used to this.
A click of a camera shutter and Pennyworth’s attention-grabbing ‘ahem’ brought him out of his own head. He saw Tsurugi blink herself out of a similar daze and look towards her friends. Finally registering their compromising position, Damian began to extract himself from her. Now standing, and trying to tidy his appearance, he tossed his wooden sword to the side and extended a hand out to the still lying girl.
“I win,” he says, and the taunt falls flat even to his own ears. He clears his throat and tries again. “You are a decent opponent. It was an honor to go against someone of your caliber.”
She accepts his offered hand and as he’s pulling her up, she takes the opportunity to pull him in closer.
“I admit defeat,” her eyes are still intense but softens as she continues speaking, “and there is clearly more I can learn from you. The club is in Gotham for two more weeks for the competition next week. I am willing to have you as my teacher if you accept.”
A pretty pink blush colours her cheeks and Damian can feel his face match hers in intensity. Before he could answer her, her blond friend interrupts them, cutting into their little bubble.
“That means she’s asking you on a date.” His hands are cupping his mouth like a megaphone and he stage whispers for all their captive audience to hear. “Say yes.”
His siblings are eyeing between him and the French teens like they’re spectating an interesting tennis match. Not given the chance to answer, again, Cain replies for him.
“He says yes. Next Friday, after school.” Her reply is curt but the curl of her lips illustrates her delight in the entire situation. His cheeks are even warmer now and he still hasn’t stepped out of Tsurugi’s space and were they always standing this close?
Looking back to Tsurugi he sees that her attention is still on the others and her face is graced with a gentle smile.
“I accept your offer,” her head swivels back to him as he speaks, and there is a slight glimmer to her eyes, hope dancing in pools of warm chocolate. “If your friend was right about your true intentions, then I accept that offer. There is a lot I could learn from you as well.”
“Yes, and I am also available on Friday if your sister is to be believed.” Her hushed voice is drowned out by the uproar of his siblings and he catches a glimpse of Dupain-Cheng jumping in place.
“I can’t believe he actually said yes.” Thomas.
“I can’t believe she’s actually into him,” Drake.
“I had good money on him making a fool of himself, shame.” Todd, who then gets elbowed by Grayson. He ignores them all, staring down at the increasingly embarrassed girl before him.
He goes to speak but a pink blur is knocking Tsurugi on the ground in a heap of limbs. They’re giggling and babbles about double dates filter through so he doesn’t worry too much and then a weight settles on his shoulder, surprising him. Agreste had somehow snuck up on him and was patting him in a false sense of comradery.
“Well that was an interesting turn of events. They grow up so fast,” he fake sniffles, wiping nonexistent tears from his eyes. Damian is not fond of the familiar theatrics. “I agree with your siblings, I didn't think you would agree. Especially with the looks of bloody murder you were giving us during practice today.”
He scoffs and lets the subtle accusation roll off his back. Agreste continues as if he weren’t interrupted.
“Clearly you two flirt the same way. Violently.” He’s cut off from speaking as Tsurugi had hit him with one of the discarded swords from her place on the floor.
“At least I don’t hesitate or dance around my intended target like a fool, like you two,” she was pouting but her voice held traces of humour and inside jokes that had Dupain-Cheng whining like a child and Agreste acting all sheepish.
“Yeah, okay, that’s fair but can you blame us?” Agreste went ignored as everyone devolved into laughter at their antics.
Damian chanced a glance at Tsurugi to see her very comfortable with Dupain-Cheng’s weight on top of her, laughing at Agreste’s expense. She must have felt his eyes on her and glance at him shyly, laughter dying to a small smile on her lips.
Damian thought to himself that Friday couldn’t come fast enough.
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polyvirnl · 4 years
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damigaminette?
So i wanted marixkagamixdamian so i made ART
(Its ugly and im both sorry and not for subjecting ppl to it)
Ill post it in a min
And as someone on the discord said, i will likely be staring at an empty Word document soon.
I hc that Kagami calls Damian Sword Fiend and he calls her Bokken Girl in retaliation.
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anjuschiffer · 3 years
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Maribat Prompts/Au/Ideas That Live Rent Free in my Head
A while ago, I said I would share a few things that I’ve been wanting to write...
Damigami (platonic)- Damian decides to make a fencing team at Gotham Academy (because he’s bored) but couldn’t make a team with the minimum amount of members to apply to competitions. Damian decides to venture into competitions on his own, going as far as entering the Cadet World Championships (or juniors...I don’t know much about fencing pls bare with me). While waiting for his match, he decides to check the women’s division and sees Kagami utterly defeat her opponent. He wants to approach her to ask if they could have a match of their own, but is called for his own. After winning his own, he sees Kagami and asks for a match. She tells him that she will be up for a match after winning her next and final match. BOth end up winning their final matches and Damian asks her for that match. She agrees. They become good sparring partners and friends.
Jasonette - Jason and Marinette are neighbors, but have never actually met each other. Mari often works during the day at her boutique while Jason is a stay at home dad with two adopted kids nicknamed Xol and Matt. At night, Mari sometimes checks on the kids because she knows that their father works at night. (The kids like Mari a lot, especially her cooking and baking.) One day, while with the kids, their father comes home early and Mari forgets to breathe. Jason wants to scream at the kids for letting someone in but after getting to know her, he’s okay with Mari looking after the kids while he isn’t there. A week later, Jason is asking Mari for help. To pretend to be the kids’ mother for a home-visit from their school (a nosy parent told the school she often saw the kids by themselves). Mari agrees and chaos ensues (because these kids want their favorite people to stop beating around the bush and get together already).
Luka and Cass (platonic) - Luka (as Viperion) finds Cass during patrol one night and discovers she’s in Paris as an undercover agent for Batman and Co™ for the Hawkmoth situation. (They got their distress signal a week late.) Cass is surprised that he got it correct, Luka explaining that her song told him as much. While Cass remains in Paris, the two share each other’s interests with each other
Adrijon - Clark is wandering around the house, cleaning up the place while Lois is off out of the state to get the scoop on the latest national incident. While picking things around, he starts to notice how pricey and how nice these items look, wondering if they were Kon’s. After all, Kon was dating Tim and Tim always paid for whatever caught Kon’s eye. However, Kon doesn’t recognize any of the sweaters, coats, scarves nor trinkets as his own, leaving Jon as Clark’s only answer. As he enters Jon’s room, he’s met with Jon wearing the latest Gabriel piece from that week’s fashion show in Paris. Clark only then finds out that Jon’s boyfriend was yet again another rich boy. What was it with his sons dating millionaires/billionaires?
Wally x Mari x Jinx - The JL is still young, still getting used to getting requests, especially international ones. So when they get an SOS from Paris, the JL want to send the Teen Titans but can’t so they send Wally and Jinx who meet Chat on one of his solo patrols. They get along well but when they meet Ladybug, the couple immediately click with her. The trio often spend time together, Wally and Jinx always there for Ladybug/Mari (Chat always complaining that Wally and Jinx stole his bff from him). Even after the defeat of HM, Wally and Jinx continue to be there for Mari. 
Corpse Bride inspired Au, Damigami - The Tsuguri’s have an arranged marriage with the Agreste's, but Kagami isn’t exactly on board with the idea (sees how uncomfortable Adrien is to marry her) and wanders through the woods to clear her head. While saying her vows (in hopes of trying to find a way to clear her head), she ‘weds’  Corpsebride!Mari. Mari is shocked at first but whole-heartedly accepts Kagami as her groom. Kagami tries to tell Mari it was a mistake, but Mari doesn’t listen. Kagami finds a way to return to the land of the living for help, only to find out her mother is now marrying her to the Wayne heir Damian. Kagami is then found by Mari and Mari confronts her on ‘cheating’ on her. MIsunderstandings and drama later, Kagami is about to marry Mari when Adrien crashes the wedding. Mari confronts Adrien (they were supposed to get married/had eloped) and ends up clearing the misunderstanding (someone had murdered her on her way to the wedding). Adrien drinks the poison to be able to be with Mari, leaving Kagami by herself. Or at least she thinks so. Damian had called off the wedding, and instead told her if it would be okay to just be friends and get to know each other. She agrees. 
No Miraculous Au, BFF Adrijon- Adrien is on a fashion tour and ends up in Metropolis. He meets Jon but as Jon gets to know Adrien, he finds out about his situation. One thing leads to another and with the help of Bruce, the Kents have a new family member. 
Juleka x Rose x Cass (platonic or romantic) - Juleka and Rose meet Cass on one of Prince Ali’s charities in Paris, a charity where Bruce and Oliver are at. Bruce brought Cass while Oliver brought Artemis. Rose quickly tries to befriend the two but Juleka reminds her to tone it a bit when she notices that the two are having trouble trying to handle Rose’s energeticness. But the girls find themselves getting along, especially Cass. Cass is intrigued by Juleka and Rose’s dynamic, how Rose is able to understand both her and Juleka with little to no words. She finds herself accepted by the two, keeping in touch with them and visiting them (with the help of zeta tubes)
Roynette - While visiting Titan Tower, Speedy meets Red Scara, a new teen who recently wanted a change of pace after defeating her villain in her hometown. While at first he didn’t pay much mind to her, he started to like her after being paired up with her on missions. He couldn’t help but enjoy their missions where they would have to go undercover. He gets to see Red Sacara in so many pretty outfits. He always compliments her, but Scara never fully accepts it. When Roy asks why, Scara says it's because she’s nothing like this. Roy calls bs and when Scara reveals her face, reveals her eyes, Roy couldn’t help but fall in love with her even further. “Who doesn’t love eyes as bright as sapphires and stars freckled across such a loving face?”
Big Sister Mari - Flash brings in a child who he found lost in Central City to the JL. Robin (Dick) watches Barry get scolded by Bruce, only for Barry to tell Mari to tell everyone why she was there. Mari shows off the ring she was wearing, that allowed her to transform into Noir. That it was the last magical item from her Earth, as she had used said magical item to destroy the others (after freeing the Kwami). How she used the knowledge as Guardian to move to another Earth to hide the last miraculous and was looking for a place to live. Bruce takes her in, earning Dick an older sister.
Cassette (I blame Phi for making me have a new fav ship) - Cass was looking through Marinette’s scrapped designs, designs that Marinette loved but others didn’t. Seeing her upset, Cass commissions her to make them for her and she adores wearing them. (Cass always shows them off to her brothers and family)
Cassette - Cass teaching Mari ballet just so that she can always catch Mari.
Cassette - Cass wants to bring a date to the gala. She chooses Mari and practically goes around the Gala to show off her very cute date. 
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anjuschiffer · 3 years
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Damigami betrothed.
That’s it. That’s the au.
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anjuschiffer · 4 years
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[MARIBAT WORKS] MASTERLIST
Welcome to my masterlist of Maribat works! Here are a few notes on how this list is organized!
Stories are organized by ship or concepts. Most stories have both Tumblr and AO3, but if they only have a Tumblr link, then that particular work is either a bullet fic or a simple concept. (I’m also slowly updating onto Wattpad!) 
I’ve also added additional tags such as (Fandom) Au and (concept idea/trope) to help identify the type of work it is. 
Hope this was helpful!
Note: Works are under the Read More line due to how long the list is
Updated: July 21, 2023
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DAMINETTE
What Coffee Brings - AO3 | Wattpad
Sparks Au [MASTERLIST] - Tumblr
The Ancient Magus’ Bride Au: Second Chance [MASTERLIST] - Tumblr
[To Stop A Loop] Prompt# 54 - Tumblr | AO3 | Wattpad 
Moving On and A Final Goodbye - AO3 | Tumblr | Wattpad
Following the Unknown - Tumblr | AO3
Beloved - Tumblr | AO3 | Wattpad
Spellbound - Tumblr | AO3 | Wattpad (LWA Au)
The Fabric Roll Of Fate - Tumblr
[Mutuals] - Tumblr | AO3 (BFF Daminette)
Magical Date - Tumblr | AO3 | Wattpad (Follow Up to Spellbound)
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GARMARI
[Prompt# 35] Was It Worth It? - Tumblr | AO3 | Wattpad
Coming In For A Diagnosis and Leaving With A Date (Gift!) - Tumblr
A Lady and Her Frog (concept) - Tumblr 
Blessed Flower [Brought Us Together] - Tumblr | AO3
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JASONETTE
Adventures of a Todd - AO3 | Tumblr | Wattpad
To Find Home [BROTP] - AO3 | Tumblr | Wattpad
Only Roommates [Or So He Lied To Himself] - Tumblr | AO3
Jason with Glasses - Tumblr
Prompt 60 [Not Yet] - Tumblr | AO3
A Life With the Sweat, Blood and Tears - Tumblr | AO3 (BROTP)
Just A Few Days - Tumblr | AO3 (ask prompt)
Do We Dare to Dream? - Tumblr | AO3
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DICKINETTE
Breaking the Silence - AO3 | Tumblr
Prompt 34, 37 [Failure] - Tumblr
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TIMARI
Wasn’t Meant For You but For Him - AO3 | Tumblr | Wattpad
Prompt 47, 97 [Secrets] - Tumblr | AO3
Prompt 72 [Tender, Love and Care] - Tumblr | AO3
New Years Day - Tumblr | AO3 (Timari January 2021)
Unrequited - Tumblr | AO3 (Timari January 2021)
Waltzing Among Books - Tumblr | AO3
I Did It...For You - AO3 (NSFW | Need to be a registered user of AO3 to access.)
Undefined (Valentine’s Day Gift!) - Tumblr | AO3
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OTHER PAIRINGS
Prompt 89 [The Heart Remembers Even If the Mind Doesn’t] - Tumblr | AO3 (Marijon)
Wally and Marinette’s First Meeting - Tumblr (implied Wallynette)
Jinxed Bug - Tumblr | AO3
Damigami Betrothed Au - Tumblr (Prompt-ish)
Rescuing the Guardian - AO3 (Cassette)
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GENERAL FICS/ OTHER
The Host Club’s Busy Week: Who Let the Rich in the Bakery?! - Tumblr | AO3 (OHSHC Au)
To Kill A Ladybug - Tumblr | AO3 | Wattpad (Adrien salt)
Another One? - Tumblr | AO3 (Little!Marinette)
Mending A Wrong - Tumblr | AO3 | Wattpad (Mentor Aquaman)
Mon Lutin - Tumblr (Bio!Dad Jason Todd)
Even In Hell, There’s A Place Called Home - Tumblr | AO3 | Wattpad 
Weren’t Meant To Be - Tumblr | AO3 (Daminette mention)
Desperate Mari (concept) - Tumblr
Mentor Flash - Tumblr
No Point In Lying - Tumblr | AO3 (Male!Marinette Au) (Prequel to Beloved and Weren’t Meant To Be)
Batman’s Defender - Tumblr (concept)
Maribat Prompts That Live Rent Free in my Head - Tumblr
Maribat en español? - Tumblr 
Ballroom Au  - Tumblr (Prompt-ish)
Mon Petite Family - Tumblr (concept)
Happy Birthday - Tumblr | AO3 (Mominette)
When Winds Blow, A Storm Comes - Tumblr (Concept/Ask/TitleGame)
Repairing A Broken Hero (if you can even call me that) - Tumblr | AO3
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BIO DAD BRUCE WAYNE
To Be Exposed - Tumblr | AO3 | Wattpad
The Wayne Twins (Twin Au) - Tumblr 
To [Not] Be A Bat - Tumblr | AO3
Baby Mari Photos - Tumblr
Amira Wayne - AO3 | Tumblr (B!DBWM2020) (Wallynette)
Kagami Being Bruce’s Daughter - Tumblr (concept)
Tick Tock, Time’s A Ticking - Tumblr | AO3
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If there’s a broken link or a link that doesn’t lead to the right work, don’t hesitate to tell me! I’ll gladly fix it!
Thank you for your time and support! 
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ethelphantom · 3 years
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Of Swords And Magic Tricks
I. I decided to post my Constagami bullshit over here, too. Please enjoy this beautiful thing with me.
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This work is (technically) Maribat: If you don’t like, don’t read.
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He has been doing it now for quite some time and she knows it.
Every time Kagami retires a rapier and says anything about it to anyone in any possible way, it disappears within the next 48 hours and is never returned to her.
At first, Kagami is baffled, creeped out that someone is stalking her and taking her rapiers because a rapier does not simply disappear like that, but at some point, she decides to stay with the rapier to find out what is going on. As it turns out, it is just her boyfriend taking them. Stealing them, really, but at this point, she is not sure she minds too much.
The reason, as it turns out, was because he is turning them into wands. Not that he really uses them, but he keeps turning them into wands anyway because they remind him of her.
Kagami can’t help but laugh.
“You— Beanpole, do you miss me quite so much you must turn my rapiers into something you are able to carry around with you?” she asks, holding back a smirk and cocks her hips. Kagami probably sounds far too smug about it, but then again, it is not often she gets a chance to tease John even if she knows his answer would be to flirt back.
After all, one simply does not fluster John Constantine. That is a fact of life.
John grins ear to ear, without even trying to hide it and quirks a brow. “Oh Luv, you know it. Much better to have you around all the time and not just when the schedule allows it,” he says, giving her a smirk, and Kagami rolls her eyes fondly. Let him break and enter once, and he would break and enter forever. Of course.
“You could also simply take me with you some time, could you not?” she tells him in return, folding her legs underneath her as she sits on her bed. “Or, at the very least, you could ask for my rapiers instead of stealing them. Breaking and entering isn’t as widely accepted method of expressing love as you may think it is.”
There is a gasp and then John puts a hand over his heart and feigns dramatic shock. “But I’m just following your example, Luv! Are you telling me not to do something like that when you’re the one who stole my heart and still has yet to return it to m—” He is interrupted by a palm over his mouth and Kagami’s groaning.
“Oh goodness, no. Don’t. Do not start. Just take the rapier and go, you idiot,” she tells him, shaking her head exasperatedly despite how much she cares about the man in front of her, all trenchcoat and arrogance.
John laughs, not long and not loud, but it’s still a laugh. And it’s nice. It’s not too often she gets to hear it. It makes her smile as well.
“Take care of yourself, will you?” Kagami says, taking his hands in hers. She has to look up to be able to look into his eyes, he’s rather tall compared to her, but she doesn’t complain about it… most of the time anyway.
Her hands are given a small squeeze and John leans forwards to kiss her on the lips. “Can’t promise anything, but I’ll try for you,” he tells her, whispers the words against her lips, and really, it’s still better than it could be. Being told that he will at least try is a bit more reassuring than only knowing that he cannot promise he’ll stay safe or that he’ll take care of himself. Surely Kagami can trust in him. She’s always been able to.
And just like each time when he steps out of the door, Kagami can feel her smile fall away and her heart break just a little bit more because she knows that each time he does so, it might end with his death and that there’s always a very good chance one day someone will come to her door to tell her John Constantine is dead — that, or he simply never comes back home, and Kagami is certain John wouldn’t just come home again if nothing bad had happened. He has come to her every time and she trusts he will continue doing so.
Year after year, the cycle continues; John leaves to fight beings she has never seen to protect and help people, and each time he comes back more or less injured. But he comes back, and she’s happy.
It isn’t until she asks to come with him that things start going awry.
John doesn’t want Kagami to come because it would be dangerous and she doesn't have magic or any special abilities to protect her if he isn’t able to save her in time, and Kagami is just as stubborn as John is.
He leaves, slamming the door behind him.
He doesn’t promise to even try to take care of himself.
Kagami goes after him, follows him to Arizona, just like she knows she would follow him to the ends of the Earth. This is nothing.
“Don’t you dare!” Those are the last three words John tells Kagami. That sentence should have, in reality, been ‘Don’t you dare die on me, I love you,’ but that isn’t what John says, and he regrets it for the rest of his life.
“I love you.” These three are the very last words Kagami says in her life, and they are directed at one John Constantine who watches yet another person he cares about die in front of his eyes.
The light blinds him as the magic hits her. The next thing he knows is that there is blood on the ground, on him, and everything is burning. John curses and exorcises the demon, knowing he could not have done that if not for Kagami’s sacrifice.
There is no corpse to bury.
Nothing left of her that he could lay to rest.
It is hardly surprising — everyone he considers a friend, everyone he cares about, all their lives end up stolen sooner or later. It was stupid of him to ever think Kagami would be an exception. They both always knew he would outlive her, but neither had expected it to be quite like this. They had merely thought he’d live longer than she would, but that she would still get to die a natural death.
There is nothing natural about demons murdering humans.
John has never really liked the gods anyway, they’re all assholes and dicks, and he’s hardly afraid of pissing all of them off, but this time he curses them to kingdom come because they let the only good thing in his life die. Sure, John was never worth living, and sure, John never deserved to get a happy life, but Kagami, Kagami was worth every second of her life and should have gotten to see more of it.
So, truly, he has been doing it for quite some time and she knew it. Has been doing it since before she dies; for multiple years, really.
As John steps into the remains of her house burnt to the ground, he can see her rapier in what used to be their — no, her, he walked out on her and told her he wasn’t coming back because maybe it would discourage her from following and she would not die — room, in a better condition than he had been expecting.
This one is going to be the last one.
John takes it with him and puts it on display, taking care of it and making sure it would not be ruined at any point.
There is no other rapier left, and it is the one John has been keeping safe since she died, hoping that maybe she would come back and he could return it to her. He knows it is nothing but wishful thinking, but she had brought the Sun back into his life, had brought him more happiness, shown him how to hope once more, and he is certain he owes her that much, owes her to have faith in her to come back. At least for a little while.
And so John forges Kagami’s favourite — and last — rapier into a wand, knowing he will never use it in his life, and it is all because he wants to keep the last piece of her he’s got near and safe.
After all, it is one of the only things she left behind, one of the only things he can keep remembering her by.
John Constantine lives on.
Tsurugi Kagami stays dead, but…
...the memory of her ultimate sacrifice will never disappear from the mind of him who bore witness to those sorrowful events.
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anjuschiffer · 3 years
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Thank you @charme-de-malchan and @mochegato for the WIP Title Tag!
Rules: post the file names of all the files in your wip folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous the name. send me an ask with the title that intrigues you the most and I’ll post a little snippet or tell you something about it! tag as many people as you have wips.
Maribat
Amira Wayne pt 2
Protect-Damigami
Sparks Au
To [Not] Be A Wayne
Reverse Robins
Jasonette-Heathers
Garmari-First Encounters
A Guy Id Kinda Be Into
Fake dating Au-Jasonette
Unleash the Wayne’s
The Host Club’s Busy Week 2???
Double Dare
Not Wide Enough for the Two of Us
Ancient Magus’ Bride Au
Ending
Kitten Noir
Corpse Bride???
Beetle meets Bats
Discarded
Princess Tutu
Princess Tutu HEA
BNHA
The Hiroki Siblings
Pastel is Darker than Black
Magic Thief 0417
Tagging: @ anyone who wants to join in on the fun :Do
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ethelphantom · 3 years
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Hi!!! Just wanted to know if your going to do “Court of Owls” for Maribat March. Because I would love to see your input on this! Especially the angsty potential! 😈
Hi dear! I’m glad you asked! Unfortunately, I have not had the energy to write much lately, but I will try to finish both last year’s and this year’s Maribat March along with Constagami December (I truly doubt I’m getting out of that hole anytime soon considering John Constantine is amazing and I love him and the way he’s not a good person but also not a bad one, it’s beautiful, and I project on Kagami too much), but! While you’re waiting for that, I do, in fact, have one Maribat CoO fic written! I will link it here, but it’s platonic DamiGami with them being siblings. 
This here would be the CoO fic! I hope you’ll enjoy it!
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