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Soul-Stitching: The Heir and the Guardian
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Chapter 1: the assassin and his servant | AO3
CW: Suicide, blood, injury, referenced childhood trauma, mild violence
It is no surprise that the League of Assassins has its own fair share of enemies at its tail. Yet recently, there has been an onslaught of attacks, prompting its members to switch between the network of bases—its young heir is no exception. The third base to house Damian sits between two frosted peaks towering over a Tibetan village, first founded by the demon's daughter herself. Though the instigator of the attacks is unknown, it seems that the abilities of the opposing group is nearly on par with the trained assassins. Damian has scoffed at this piece of information; no one stands at the same level as the League.  
Unfortunately, Damian has been kept away from the frontlines under Talia's strict instructions despite his insistence to fight. Knowing his status, Damian begrudgingly complied to escape and hide. Even if the food is cold and the night wind sometimes sneaks in to bite his bones, he sits still to wait for news announcing that it's safe to return to the main base.   
He sits up on his creaky bed. The ends of the sheets are fraying, and the floors are ice cold, with the gray and brown meshing into a drabby color. The only semblance of a decoration is his twin katanas leaning off the side of his bed frame. It's a far cry from the home he knows, though his routine is mostly unchanged: training from dawn to dusk. But he can tell this day is different. From the commotion happening outside the room and the lingering tension in the air, Damian deduces that another attack is on the way.  
Finally, his thoughts are confirmed when he hears the door open. "Master Damian?"  
He has his back turned to her, his servant, but he can already picture out her presence. An unsteady stance dwarfed in a thick coat, calloused hands wrapped in fingerless gloves, cheeks that have lost a tad bit of their rosiness nowadays, and hair pushed back into twin braids. A child just like him, but raised an assassin nonetheless. "Lady Talia wishes for you to be relocated again. We will use the back tunnel and rendezvous with our guides halfway down the mountains. They will escort us to out—"  
"Where are we relocating to?"  
". . . I don't know, Master."  
She swiftly moves to the side to pack his things. Damian picks up his weapons, biting back the habitual click of his tongue. He's sick of the cycle, feeling like a coward running away endlessly. "And why can't we hold them off?"  
"We do not have enough people. Between guarding the Demon Head and the Pits, and covering all bases . . . The enemies have become too much to handle." Marie ties together the strings of the backpack, before strapping a rolled-up sleeping bag on top.  
"If our assassins are competent enough, we would not be struggling ," Damian hisses.  
The servant doesn't reply, but he catches the twitch of her upper lip. Like him, Marie has been forbidden from fighting the enemies, but she has been helping with the supplies and cleaning, apart from assisting him in training. She should know how weak the League has become.  
"We will leave in five minutes," she says, offering his coat to him.  
"What if I don't want to leave?" 
"I am sorry, Master, but Lady Talia said—"  
"Nevermind what Mother said. I can do it. I can fight."  
Marie's expression changes just a little, and her hand reaches up to clutch her sleeve. He knows that even though she serves under him, she mostly answers to his mother. And defying Talia had greater consequences. It is not the first time Damian has wanted to go against higher orders; Marie has often eased him into not breaking the rules. 
"I think it is better for you to reserve your energy for training, Master. Let the rest of us worry about the enemies." 
"Tt. Grandfather should do something about this."  
When Marie finally persuades him, they venture out to the winding halls. She navigates expertly, avoiding the rings of the gunshots and clashing of swords. Damian knows that they are near the exit when he feels the chilling gust of wind. The rocky snow-topped terrain welcomes them outside—there is only white and gray for miles that everything looks like a lifeless desert. Damian blinks against the sunlight, puffs of fogged breath floating along his vision. In the snowy landscape, Marie looks even paler, as if her skin has become translucent.  
The swords on Damian's back feel heavier too. He has found that fighting in the cold is more troublesome—his joints are hardened, and the blood rushes out of his limbs. The stiffness of his muscles limit his movement and the thin air makes it difficult to breathe. Their escape party is too vulnerable, and if they were to encounter a hostile group, he will have to make the kill quick.  
He glances at Marie every now and then. Her skills are average, and she looks smaller when bundled up. He doesn't miss the way she favors one foot when she trudges in the snow. Though she has been mentored by Talia, she is not like his mother, nor like the other women he is familiar with, like Nyssa or Lady Shiva. She's practically dead weight for Damian. An easy target.  
He doesn't remember when she first started serving under him. He only recalls huffing in annoyance seeing the tiny girl hanging around on the sidelines as he trained, occasionally joining him for a spar. He only knows her as the one who brings his food, supplies him with his secondary weapons, escapes into other bases with him, and acts as his mother's slave. She looks more attuned to the civilians in the towns Damian sees during his missions, not someone who has blood in her hands. Rarely does she show emotion, not even some annoyance or defeat when he easily beats her during practice, not even flinching when the other servants delivered sharp slaps on her arms, not even a hint of awe like when Damian first gazed upon the second League base in Nepal. Her expressions are usually blank or incomplete, as if she suppresses her reactions.  
She marches close to him, head darting around to check for danger. Damian stops and asks, "How long until we meet the guides?"  
"We have one day of travel, Master."  
"One day? Could they have not sent a plane?"  
"It's too risky…"  
Damian clenches his jaw. A day of hiking through frozen hell. He pulls his hood over his head and quickens his pace.  
"Wait, Master, we should slow down." Marie calls after.  
He doesn't care. The faster they walk, the faster they can meet up with their allies and get out of there.  
"Master, wait—" A thump sounds out. Damian looks behind him to see Marie scrambling to get up. 
"Tt. You could have stayed behind if you can't even walk."  
Marie mumbles her apologies while catching up to him. "We should keep ourselves from tiring out quickly. There is still a long way to go."  
"What if the enemies catch up to us?" 
"They will not." She purses her lips. "They should not know you're escaping. They should not know you're here in the first place."  
"They always know." Damian continues along the nonexistent path. "I'm certain there are moles here."  
As they keep walking, Marie sometimes wobbles with the humongous bag but she doesn't trip again.  Damian doesn't keep count how many steps they have taken or how long they walk, but soon he starts to stagger and shiver, and the sun fades away slowly. Marie directs them to a small cave carved out on the side of a cliff. It is small and still cold, but it will do for the night. Damian gives in to his aching legs, putting his swords in front of him, while Marie sets up the camp. She kindles a humble fire and takes out the supplies to make a meal.  
"A seating mat, Master?" Marie lays out a folded cloth off to the side. Damian crawls to it wordlessly, leaning against the bumpy wall and draping an arm over his eyes. 
She hugs her knees and watches the boiling water. "There might be a storm tonight. I can cover up the entrance, but I do not know how well it will hold up."  
He doesn't reply.  
"Any food you prefer, Master?" 
"What difference does it make? It's all tasteless meal kits."  
"But—" 
"I don't care. Whatever you can make."  
"If we wake up early, we can reach our destination in time," Marie continues, "It is colder in the morning but I have heat packs in the bag."  
“...” 
Damian peeks as she cooks a simple stew. The aroma spreads around the cave, mingling with the shadows created by the fire. The warmth chases away the chill just a little. His servant seems to note his unwillingness to make small talk, so they eat their meals in complete silence, basking in the crackling flames instead. Marie unrolls the sleeping bag and positions herself near the opening of the cave with a knife in hand.  
"Please get some sleep, Master Damian. I will keep watch," says Marie.  
Damian rolls to face the ceiling. Camp-outs are often bleak, and he practically has to sleep with one eye open. But owing to the soreness of his body, he drifts into deep slumber. He has no clue how long he sleeps but when he wakes up, the fire has gone small and the numbed pain in his back has become more persistent. Damian sits up to see Marie staring off blankly into the foggy snowstorm. She's trembling badly and her chapped lips have turned into a light shade of blue. They make brief eye contact before she jumps up to push out the little snow starting to pile up at the opening.  
Damian averts his gaze, buries deeper into the sleeping bag, and thinks to himself how foolish it is for her to stay awake and away from the fire.  
He lies awake instead of going back to sleep as the  cold has won over his drowsiness. An eternity of gazing up at the darkness, his eyelids begin to feel heavy— 
Damian's hand darts up to grab the wrist hovering over him. “What are you doing?” 
Marie recoils back in surprise. "Hea—heat pack, Master. You looked cold."  
"Tt. Forget it. I will get one myself if I'm cold."  
Marie nods weakly, lowly muttering her apologies again, and returns to her post.  
***
The next time Damian wakes, it's from noises nearby. The morning light has spilled into the cave, and the fire has reduced into ash and some smoke. The second thing he notices is the lack of Marie's presence—Damian scrambles up and runs towards the cave opening to see his servant locked in a fight with a stranger just on the edge of the cliff. An enemy assassin perhaps. He has her pinned to the ground, but her fingers are tightly wound around his neck. Marie lets out a choked scream when the man jams the hilt of his weapon on her injured foot.  
Damian immediately pulls out his katana and swipes at the enemy's neck. He tugs Marie by the collar and kicks the man's large body off the drop. After looking around for other assassins he looks down on his servant, who's already making a makeshift splint from her knife holder despite her ragged breathing and the cut running across her hairline. 
"Where's the bag?" Damian asks, wiping off the hint of blood from his blade.  
Marie's eyes widen up at him, and they slowly follow down the height of the cliff.  
"Really? You can barely hold off an enemy and you've lost our supplies?" Damian's hand clenches around his sword.  
"I am sorry, Master, I was packing up and—and I was about to wake you." Her voice wavers. "I—I still have some food in my belt—" 
" Save it," he cuts her off. "We have to get down from here as fast as we can."  
Even if that assassin is a lone wanderer, they can't risk another similar encounter. If that happens, Damian isn't certain if he can keep himself alive, much less the both of them, especially if they're overwhelmed by numbers. He curses at his stiff hands; he could've been much faster if it were any other circumstance.  
"I—I am sorry, Master," Marie gasps out.  
"I said save it." Damian begins to hike again, and she follows while limping after crawling into the cave and packing up his sleeping bag.  
He's surprised that she survived and held off the assassin, but she did so sloppily that her injury was aggravated. Because of that, they will be slowed down indefinitely, unless he chooses to venture on ahead. That is the truth in the League of Assassins: that kind of weakness isn't tolerated, even if she has some ability to defend herself. Those incapable are quickly rooted out, and those who are prodigies train to become more vicious.  
Damian momentarily halts when he observes that the path has narrowed down. They can still cross and climb down, but after one wrong move, they will be falling into a merciless death. He tests the rock, moving one step at a time and clinging onto the shallow crevices of the wall.  
He turns to Marie. “Climbing gear?”  
She bows her head in guilt. “Inside the bag . . . Master.”  
“That is your own fault,” he spits out. “If you cannot cross this, I'm not helping you.”  
He feels her trying to follow closely, but her balance is dangerously off. Damian watches as she struggles to walk through. Her breaths are unsteady as she keeps her gaze on her feet. On top of that, she's shivering more than the previous day.  
When Marie makes a misstep and gasps sharply when she slips, Damian jumps in to grab her sleeve to keep her from falling. She swallows and thanks him, to which he sternly directs to hold onto him as they cross. It takes them a longer while than he hoped for, but they finally come towards a more spacious and safer landing. Still, the bottom of the mountain is still too far to see.  
“I thought Mother sent you to escort and protect me,” he tuts, looking down at her as she collapses on her knees to catch her breath. “Yet you are slowing us down and putting both our lives in danger.”  
“You . . . you are right, Master. Forgive me.” She coughs a little, rubbing the area near her wound. “But I was trying to protect you—”  
“You were as good as dead if I had not stepped in. Who were you trying to protect?”  
“I apologize for my inadequacy.” She has lowered herself into a deep bow, head touching the snow. “Please punish me or kill me as you wish. We are nearing the meeting point anyway; I will be of no use soon.”  
“Tt. You don't even deserve to perish by my hand.” Damian looks down at her in distaste. The heir of the League should not be accompanied by such a servant in the first place. It's already a miracle that she has survived for this long, and he doesn't want to get rid of the little help she can offer. Perhaps as a convenient shield if they encounter enemies again.  
“Stand up,” he orders. “You are delaying us again.”  
She carefully does so, but when she shows her face again, Damian is nearly taken aback, seeing her again up close. Her forehead is smeared with dried blood and the side of her face is slightly swollen. But what surprises him is her usual dead eyes are now glistening with tears.  
“You are right, Master. I should not delay us any longer.” Marie sniffles, moving over to the edge.  
“Wh—what—”  
“I am sorry for not meeting your expectations. There is no excuse for my actions.” She takes out her knife.  
“Wait—” 
“Our allies are nearby; it will not take long.”  
Red. All that fills his vision is red: bold, flowing red against the canvas that is the frost. The intricately-carved hilt sticks out of her abdomen, spreading the ghastly color into her clothes. The blood isn't anything new for Damian to see, but he has never seen it like this.  
The white sky and red.  
Her white fingers and red.  
The white shine of the blade and red.  
Heavy drops spill onto the snow, then crushed underneath her boot as she sways backwards.  
“Please take care . . . Master Damian.”  
Before he can tell his body to move, she has disappeared by the hand of gravity, falling until the fog covers up. Damian wonders where the scream he hears comes from until he realizes his throat is hoarse.  
***
Damian jolts awake, cold sweat slithering down the nape of his neck. It takes him a second to realize that he is in his bedroom in the Wayne manor, and the sun is yet to rise. He shivers even though he feels warm, as if the memory of the cold has followed him back to reality. Frustrated, he tugs hard at his hair as he tries to even out his breaths.  
He just dreamed of that again.  
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ghostdoodlen · 3 months
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Old art from October
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I've just realized I really like Tired but capable Sunshine x Dangerous Rich Kid With Terrible Social Skills
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gourins · 4 months
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Adapted from daminette novel: I Need a (Girlfriend) Hero
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aliensunflower-fics · 4 months
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My Recommended Fic List
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So, I got this ask awhile ago, and since I have been re-reading a bunch of my old favorite fics as a way to cheer up after work I figured why not. This list will be long... and varied but mostly its older fics cuz idk there my favs. Now lets go:
Fashion Upgrade - By @soap-lady : Straight up one of my favorite fics ever, its fun, its creative, it never fails to make me laugh when I need something warm and wholesome after a bad day. Also go check out the rest of her stuff there's so much good okay like shes just a writing queen. Shes on AO3 I don't want to spoil you on her other stuff just GO experience it for yourself.
Ode To Decoy pt 1 / 2 / 3 - By @a-marlene-s : Ive always liked this short sweet little fic about Lila getting caught. Its Lila + class salt though so avoid if that's not your flavor.
EVERYTHING - By @unmaskedagain : They have salt, they have sugar, they have funny, they have crossovers. Like honestly they are a just a great writer with so much variety so go check out the masterlist I linked and I guarantee there will be something there you like.
@ravennm84 Is a writer on the saltier side but they have a wonderful selection of weird wacky tales from the salty but oh so well written Damning Evidence that sees Lila get caught in the best way to the 3 part Horror inspired Serafina other great fics from them include Marinettes Family Court Circus pt 1 / 2 and Of Moldy Bread and Cockroaches / Be Kind to Servers honestly its worth giving there blog a look.
@mochinek0 Is another writer with several beloved fics. They write a lot of Maribat and we love them for it. Ones to check out would be Blind Date / Bruce vs Gabriel just go check out there tag list of daminette for more.
Accidental Crime Boss Marinette - By @lady-literature : This is a wonderful idea and a wonderful little fic and I just... I just like it okay. Sadly I haven't read a lot of there other stuff... But I might after finishing this list considering how much I enjoy this one.
@nobodyfamousposts I love a LOT of there fics. They are one of the best when it comes to striking that sweet spot of calling out the show for some of its garbage while not getting so salty that you cant have fun lighthearted goodness. I have been looking for a masterlist of there work but cant find one so just go stalk there tags. I do recommend there Chloe's Lament Series 1 / 2 exploring how certain 'wishes' would backfire. Guardian Assistant Kevin is also a good one Miracle Queen Aftermath pt 1 / 2 / The 8 parter Burn the Witch series / The Wisdom Teeth Reveal / Kagami Vs The Wall of Faces / Resigning With Grace & Spite / I tried to give a lot of links cuz they have a lot of stuff
Kill Them With Kindness - By @luki-fanfic : Well written, good salt without going overboard. Just good vibes. I havent stalked there other stuff but if its anything like this fic its probably excellent quality.
Stephen Vladislav pt 1 / 2 - By @stormiclown : Adrien centered salt on the idea of finally giving Adrien his own proper rival. I like the idea of Adrien having a rival because its usually Marinette and this was just the right length to get those creative ideas flowing. Also just well written what more can you ask for.
Power Trip - By @storygirl000 : This was the first fic that made me go... Wait would it be more fun if Lila was actually competent? And that set me on the path to writing my own fics where Lila is more villainous and more capable. Its short, well written. Good.
Your Wish is My Command - By DemiGoddess28 on AO3 : A great 11 chapter fic looking into Lila's life if she were to win and get a miraculous wish. Its got sugary goodness for our protagonists and the class and salt for our dearest friend Lila.
LadyBugOut AU - By Miraculous-Content on AO3 : A 50 chapter fic made up of snippets and ideas. I found it really inspiring in many ways. I also love how it redeems Marinettes classmates showing how and why they were tricked but holding them accountable anyway its just... Good.
Juleka vs The Forces of the Universe - By goldenlaurelleaves on AO3 : For those of us not yet ready to accept the death of luka/mari we have this wonderful fic showing Juleka being the biggest wingman as she helps these idiots find there way together.
ChaoticNeutral on AO3 has there own Chloe's Lament fic as well as a Gabriel's Lament fic for people who need sweet salty of those two characters.
BroadwayCutie16 was Inspired by the person above and DemiGoddesses your wish is my command fic to write Lila's Lament fic going over Lilas failed wish. Honestly I always love these fics because there just so interesting and the way wishes can be taken and twisted is always a fascinating idea to me.
#WayneAngel - By Tired-Writing-Teach on AO3 : For us Maribat lovers. Its fun and lighthearted with some good gags and some light fluff.
Damian in Paris - By Lilliesandliveries on AO3 : A sweet Maribat series showing what would happen if Damian ran away from home and found himself in Paris and getting therapy.
How a Demon Commissions an Angel - By AlixAnonymous : Damian blackmails Marinette into letting him be her client so he can get his bros the best gifts, they end up becoming penpal buddies.
Mythomania - By LadyEnna_50 on AO3 : Proof that I dont hate Adrien or Mari/Adrien. In this fic Adrien's spine gets titanium plating and he sees just how bad Lila is hurting Marinette and does something about it.
The Contingency - By AbyssalGuardian on AO3 : SALT. Also Tim/Mari but even still I love the way this was written, the style, and some of the ideas just ugh love it. Its not for those who dont like salt so just avoid at your own discretion. Its about a chaotic Marinette done with her life running away to Gotham where she meets her true black cat, and gets her life back on track.
The String That Binds Us - By FaithAndATypeWriter on AO3 : Okay so is there any Mari/Bat fan who hasnt already heard of this one? Who cares its good, its cute, I love it. May the author be blessed with snacks.
The Great IKEA Game - By @batsandbugs : Okay again... I think every Mari/Bat fan has probably heard of this one already because its just that good and that popular. But who cares I am recommending it anyway. Don't read if your allergic to fun I guess.
If this list still doesn't somehow have enough salt for you then try @goggles-mcgee fics here is a link to there Masterlist. They are in a way a professional at salt and angst and they make you want to adopt Marinette and pop her in a blanket fort.
Honestly I could keep going but this list already feels so long for other great recs though I can link you to @jayphoenic who has some great Daminette Fic Recs and some Lila Salt Fic Recs!
Feel free to reblog this and add some links to stuff you would think I or others might like! Also lets just acknowledge how many talented authors the community has like wow.
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One of my favorite scenes from “I Need a (Girlfriend) Hero!”  
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for some reason, every time i get back into dc and/or miraculous i always end up here:
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tree-reads · 8 months
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Let Me Guess Your Favorite
Marinette looked up proudly at her hand painted sign, swinging gently in the Metropolis sunshine. 
Lucky Charm Chocolaterie.
Truthfully, when she imagined her future career as a kid, she had always pictured herself among the greats of fashion design. But after everything that happened with Gabriel, the fashion industry had lost its luster and she looked for something else to do. For a while she considered taking over the bakery for her parents, but they encouraged her to find something of her own. Not that they wouldn’t be thrilled for her to follow in their footsteps, but Maman and Papa knew that, despite how much she enjoyed working with them, baking wasn’t her passion.
Chocolates had been something of a surprise. Adrien had begged her to go with him to a three-week chocolate making class, and she discovered she had a knack not only for making different types of chocolates, but also for guessing what kinds of chocolate other people liked. Making people smile made her feel good. So she learned to make chocolates.
She couldn’t wait to make people in Metropolis smile.
The bell over the door chimed. Marinette looked up at two young men who entered the shop, one with a smile and the other with a scowl. 
“Welcome to Lucky Charm!” she greeted in her best customer service voice. She continued placing the last few caramels she’d just finished as they looked around, stopping here and there while having some sort of quiet argument. Wiping her hands on her apron, she waited for a pause in their whispers before approaching them with a smile.
“Is there anything you’d like to try?” she asked. “Or, I can guess your favorite. If I’m wrong you get a sample box.”
She pointed to a stack of small boxes, each filled with four different chocolates.
“Yeah!” the smiling man said, his excitement clear in the sparkle of his blue eyes. “I’d like to try the guessing thing.” 
She turned to the other man, who was still scowling, fine eyebrows furrowed over his stunningly green eyes. 
Oh wow, she thought. 
“You can try,” he said, nose wrinkled. “But you will not succeed.”
Marinette grinned at him.
“Challenge accepted!” she laughed, and went behind the cases to peruse the confections on display. For a moment she looked up at the blue-eyed man, trying to get a feel for what he might like. 
“Ah ha!” she exclaimed, then went over to the last case. She grabbed tongs and put into a small bag one of her first American inspired confections: a chocolate dipped marshmallow dusted with graham cracker crumbs.
“Here you are, monsieur. Your favorite.”
The man took the bag from her and bounced a little with excitement before taking a bite.
“Oh my god, this is amazing,” he said through a mouthful of marshmallow. “Definitely my favorite.” 
Marinette smiled, and then turned to his friend, who stood there with his arms crossed, no longer scowling but still skeptical of her ability, if she was interpreting the raised eyebrow correctly.
“Ok, Monsieur Grincheaux, now it’s your turn.”
She walked over to the case of chocolate squares, once again pausing to look up at the man. He was watching her with those green eyes, and she ducked her head to avoid him seeing her cheeks heat up with a slight blush. Focusing on the task at hand, she eyed the dark chocolate squares. Her first instinct was to grab the bitterest chocolate she made, but she bit her lip for a moment and grabbed a square of bittersweet. 
Walking back around the counter, she held the bag out to him. 
Mouth twisted in a smirk, he took a small bite from his chocolate. 
“It’s very good,” he complimented, placing the rest of the square back in the bag. 
She smiled in triumph. 
“But it’s not my favorite.”
Marinette’s joy deflated a bit, and she smiled ruefully while retrieving the samples she promised him. She shivered when his fingers lightly brushed hers as she handed the box over.
“You’ll have to come back so I can try again,” she said softly.
He held her gaze for a moment, then looked away when his friend cleared his throat noisily.
“Hi, I’m still here,” he said. “Can I get six more of these? My parents would love them too.”
Marinette tore her gaze away from those green eyes and smiled brightly at the other man.
“Of course!” 
She prepared a box of the chocolate dipped marshmallows and took his payment. 
“I’m Marinette, by the way. I own this store.”
“I’m Jon, and this is Damian,” he said with a wave. “I’m sure you’ll be seeing at least him again soon.” 
He waved and ducked out the door. Damian followed behind, and looked back before he walked out the door. Holding her gaze for a moment longer, he smiled and went out. 
That smile took her breath away, and she spent the rest of the day in a pink haze.
Two weeks later, Marinette was serving the last group of customers at the end of a small rush when she felt someone watching her intently. Looking up from the box she’d been filling, she met the gaze of a familiar pair of green eyes. She couldn’t help the smile forming on her face, or the way her cheeks felt warm. Handing the box to her customer, she turned her attention to Damian. 
He wasn’t alone, which was a little disappointing, but she wouldn’t complain about potential customers. 
“Hello! Welcome to Lucky Charm!”
His friends were all unfairly attractive, and varying in attentiveness. One of them looked like he could fall asleep at any moment.
“Is there anything you’d like to try?” she asked the one who seemed most excited to be in her shop.
“Actually, I wanted to see if you could guess my favorite.” He grinned. “My brother Damian here told us all about it.” 
He gestured to the group, who she now guessed were all brothers. 
“Did he?” she said, turning to Damian. “I’m glad you came back so I can have a second guess. Who would like to go first?”
“Oooo me! I’m Dick, by the way.” He reached his hand out to shake hers. 
“I’m Marinette,” she replied as he squeezed her hand a little harder than she expected. “Ok Dick, let me choose your favorite.”
Choosing his didn’t take long. She went straight for the truffles and picked out the most elaborate one she had. The noise he made after popping the entire thing in his mouth was almost obscene.
“You have a gift, Marinette. Do Jason’s now.”
He pointed at the tallest of the four, who had a white streak at the front of his black hair. Jason smiled at her, a little crooked. She looked at him for a moment. He hadn’t said anything yet, and so presented a bit of a challenge, but after watching him peruse the chocolates, she thought she knew. 
She handed him a cherry cordial and his smile as he ate it was fond, as though the chocolate reminded him of a treasured memory. 
“Yep. Definitely my favorite.”
“Okay, okay, now Tim.” Dick bounced over to the only one she hadn’t met yet and dragged him over to be assessed.
“Oh, this one is easy,” she laughed, and put a small scoop of cocoa dusted espresso beans in a sample bag. “Here you are, Tim.”
He looked up at her with wide eyes after trying the beans.
“Yes, these are my favorite and I need all the beans you have in stock.” He got down on one knee. “And also will you marry me?”
Marinette bent over double laughing at his antics as Damian dragged him back to his feet, that familiar scowl back on his face.
“Stand up, idiot. She isn’t interested in you.” 
“I don’t know, Damian,” she said with a sly smile. “That's the best offer I’ve had in ages.”
“Ha! See, brat.”
“But I am afraid it would be irresponsible of me to sell you all of the espresso beans. Why don’t you start with two bags and see how it goes.”
“Ten,” he countered.
“Five is the highest I’ll go. You already look like you’re going to pass out any second. I wouldn’t want to be responsible for you getting less sleep than you already do.”
His shoulders slumped, but he pulled his wallet out. She laughed again and prepared his purchase. When she handed him the paper shopping bag he clutched it to his chest.
“And you Monsieur Grincheaux, am I guessing your favorite today?” 
“You can try,” he said, one eyebrow raising in a clear challenge of her skill. 
Today, instead of a plain chocolate square she decided to go with something a little more decadent, but not too over the top. She grabbed a chocolate caramel, sure of her victory this time. 
Taking it from her with a small smile, and without breaking eye contact, he bit into the caramel. He hummed in satisfaction as he finished the treat.
“Heavenly,” he said. “But not my favorite.”
“Damn!” she groaned. “I really thought that was it.”
Marinette went over to the counter to grab him a new sample box, different from the first she had given him. She turned to the others, who stared at her as if she had three heads.
“Well, gentlemen, is there anything else I can do for you today?”
Each man bought a dozen of the chocolates he’d tried, and Tim tried to convince her to sell him more espresso beans. She laughed the entire time they were there, smiling to herself for the rest of the day.
“Wow, that's a lot of chocolate,” a blonde woman said as she entered, turning towards her female companion. “Is this heaven?”
Marinette laughed and welcomed them into her shop.
“I suppose if you’re here with Damian then you want me to guess your favorite?”
The women smiled and nodded, and Marinette felt confident she knew exactly what both women would like. She went to two cases and selected an item for each of them. For the dark haired woman, a chocolate dipped strawberry; for the blonde, a chocolate dipped stroopwafel. Both seemed surprised when she offered the selections.
“Oh, she’s good,” the blonde said after taking a bite of her cookie. “I need a whole box of these.”
The other woman nodded with a smile and held up four fingers. Marinette felt warm in the presence of these two, and went behind the counter to box up their requests. They walked out of the shop in their own world, holding hands, and leaving her alone with Damian.
He seemed a little nervous, which he never had before, and to break the silence, she went behind the counter to grab the sample she’d prepared for him, desperately willing herself not to break out in laughter before he tried it.
“Here. Your favorite.”
He took a bite of the chocolate orange and she could tell he tried mightily to keep a straight face. Her laughter shook her whole body when his nose wrinkled at the taste of a chocolate covered orange slice. 
“What is that,” he demanded, holding the remainder of the orange away from his body. 
Her hand covered her mouth in an attempt to calm herself.
“It’s a chocolate covered orange. I made it especially for you.” She grinned at him. “Just a little payback for being such a difficult customer.”
The smirk on his face was infuriating. 
“Do you have a real guess today, or should I just take my sample box and go?”
She narrowed her eyes at him and marched behind the counter. Taking her time to think it over, walking behind the cases slowly and considering each item she had on offer, she finally stopped at the chocolate cake. It was probably the most decadent chocolate confection in her shop, and she decided to throw caution to the wind and cut him a small slice.
Presented to him on a small plate with a fork, he took it from her. His eyes closed with the first bite and he groaned, sinfully, causing a blush to spread from her chest to the tips of her ears.
“That’s the best chocolate cake I’ve ever eaten,” he said. “But alas, not my favorite.”
“You say that, but you’re still eating it,” she retorted as he took a second bite. 
He pointed the fork at her. 
“Good does not mean favorite.” 
He took another bite, and she rolled her eyes before going behind the counter, cutting a second slice, and putting it in a box. When he handed the plate back to her, she handed him the box. 
“Instead of a sample box. If you want. I suppose you can still take one, since that’s the deal.”
“I think I will, thanks,” he said, and grabbed a different sample box than the two he’d had before and headed out, stopping just before he stepped out onto the sidewalk to look back.
“Thank you, Marinette.”
Damian returned several more times, and several more times he walked out of her shop with a free sample box.
The weather in Metropolis had turned. Marinette decided on the first truly cold day to mix up a batch of hot chocolate. She offered samples to her customers and ended up having to make several more batches as the day went on. Just as she was ladling some from her last batch into a mug for herself, the bell over the door jingled, and she looked up. A smile bloomed on her face to see Damian, back again to have her guess his favorite.
A lightbulb went off in her mind, and she picked up a second mug and filled it with hot chocolate.
“Hello, Damian. Ready to try your favorite today?”
He looked down at the mug she was topping with marshmallows and frowned. Not the scowl she was accustomed to seeing, but still she was confused by his apparent disappointment. Was he getting tired of their game?
She handed him the mug, frowning herself as he stared down at it, eyebrows furrowed, not drinking. After a moment, he sighed and lifted the mug to his lips. When he brought the mug back down, he looked at her.
“Thank you. It’s my favorite.”
Her mouth dropped open.
“It is? It really is?” 
“Yes.”
She squealed and jumped up and down, a little amazed that he managed not to spill any of the drink as she jostled him in her excitement. After a moment, she realized he seemed upset.
“If it’s your favorite,” she said quietly, “why do you seem so disappointed? Is it not good hot chocolate?”
Turning around to pick up her own mug to make sure this batch didn’t taste terrible, she was stopped by his hand on her shoulder.
“No, Marinette, it’s wonderful hot chocolate,” he said, looking away, and to her astonishment, blushing. “It’s just…I don’t have a reason to come back anymore.”
She stared at him, looking away from her with a face red to the tips of his ears.
“Well, that’s just silly,” she said. “You don’t need a reason to come here. You can come any time. You can even come when I’m not open. I live above the shop. We could hang out! Or…or we could have dinner?”
His gaze snapped to hers.
“Tuesday nights are the best for me,” he said.
“Yes, I noticed,” she laughed, relieved that he really was as interested as she was.
“Would you like to go to dinner tonight?” he asked. “It is Tuesday after all.”
She laughed.
“Come back at six-thirty.”
He smiled. 
“I’ll be here.”
She walked up to him, took his hand in hers, and leaned up to kiss his cheek.
“I’ll be waiting.”
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Daminette December 2023: 16-Pet Store
Marinette thanked the kwamis for giving her an advantages around animals. She had moved to Gotham and was working part time at a pet store. Her new apartment still didn't allow animals, but she could still play with them.
Marinette looked up from her desk as an owner and his dog walked up to the counter.
"This is Titus." the boy announced.
"I can take him from here." Mari spoke.
"I insist that I take him to the back." he stated, "You look new. Titus has specific taste."
Marinette rolled her eyes and grabbed the leash out of his hand.
"Come on, Titus." she smiled, "Think you can prove your owner wrong and go by yourself like a good boy?"
Marinette turned and Titus willingly walked along side her to the back. Neither saw Damian's shocked expression. Damian had trained Titus himself. He knew Titus wouldn't trust anyone so easily.
'Something is wrong here.'
When Damian returned, his anger only grew. The same girl had brought Titus back out for him. Titus stood towering over her and licked her cheek. She had smiled and reached behind the counter and handed him a sealed dog biscuit shaped like a bone.
"The ingredients are written down on the back." the girl declared.
Damian turned it over and sure enough there was a sticker on the back.
"The font is misleading." Damian spoke, "It appears to be handwritten."
"It is." Marinette replied, "I made them. I make all the treats."
Damian looked at it again and shoved the treat in his pocket.
"Titus. Come." He spoke.
Titus followed obediently.
'I'll just run analysis on this and see what kind of underground network she is apart of.'
Damian had found no hidden agenda through the biscuit. All ingredients were perfectly healthy for Titus or any dog. He had handed it over to Titus in disappointment. Titus ate it happily.
'Traitor, but I know who won't betray me.'
Oh how wrong he was. Marinette carried a happily purring Alfred the cat in her arms.
'I should bring Goliath. She'd likely be frightened. I would win and she would no longer have power over my pets. I could do that, but then Father would be upset. He already doesn't like Goliath and finds him to be dangerous. This would only further his thinking.'
"Cupcake!" a voice shouted from behind him.
"Uncle Jagged!" Marinette smiled, placing Alfred in his carrier.
Damian turned to see Jagged Stone and his famous pet crocodile walk in. He watched in surprise as she disregarded the reptile and hugged the Rockstar. After, she turned towards the croc. Damian was ready to pull her away, but the croc rolled over and she scratched his stomach as if it as a dog. He was speechless.
'Maybe bringing Goliath would be a mistake. I need to learn her secrets.'
Marinette looked at Damian as he handed over his resume.
"You don't need the money." She spoke, "So why?"
"I prefer animals to human company." He answered honestly.
Mari smiled, "I say anyone who doesn't is a liar."
Marinette turned away and took the resume to the back. Damian realized he had smirked when she left. He quickly brought him emotions under control.
"I don't think there would be a problem, but I'm sure my boss would want to cover her ass, if you somehow got hurt on the job." She declared, coming back.
"Explain." Damian insisted.
Marinette sighed, "Make sure that if you got injured, while on the job, that she isn't sued by a Wayne."
"I would be fine." he growled out.
"And your father?" she asked.
The Wayne heir sighed, "I think his only concern is that I don't bring more animals home." making her giggle.
'Did I pass?'
Damian was called back to the boss' office. He knew they wanted to know his angle; why he wanted to work there. His siblings ad gone through it before when they got jobs. Damian took out an envelope and slid it over the desk.
"Inside is a viable check worth $10,000." Damian stated, "Pair me with Marinette Dupain-Cheng as my mentor. If I am not paired with her, I'll report the check as fake."
The vet just looked at the signed check and nodded, absent-minded. As Damian went looking for Marinette, he heard the boss call out that they had a quick errand to run.
Damian observed how careful she was with the animals. There were times he thought she was trying to flirt, by acting clumsy, but he quickly learned that wasn't the case. Other workers would ask if she had fallen that day or if she needed a bandaid.
Marinette waved off the concern, "It'll just be another bruise. I probably wouldn't notice. I can't keep count."
If he caught her, she'd say thank you and continue ignoring him. Damian had learned from the other workers that Marinette fixated only on the animals. They invited her many times to hang out or even grab a bite to eat after work. Some offered to pay, but the answer was always no. They had later learned that in the past, Marinette's friends had backstabbed her. As a result, she was friendly at work, but once she was off the clock, she didn't give them a chance to get to know her.
"I would like for you to come to my home." Damian declared.
"No. Thank you." Marinette answered, getting ready to leave for the day.
"I have animals." he spoke.
"I've seen them." She replied, "Titus and Alfred, correct?"
"You haven't seen Jerry or Batcow." he remarked.
Marinette froze as she was tying her shoe.
"As in-" she began.
'Gotcha.'
Damian smirked, "Batcow is an actual cow and just so you are aware, Jerry is a turkey."
He could see her trying to figure out how to answer him. Ignore him or see animals she had never seen before.
"I'd like to see the cow." Marinette whispered, embarrassed, "This doesn't mean were friends, all of a sudden!"
"Of course not." Damian agreed, "Just colleges, who share a love of animals."
Marinette smiled as she walked out the door.
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lovysmtalks · 7 months
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Adrien is the Ken of Daminette and every other existing ship with Marinette
I can't explain why or how, just "I'm just ken, where I see love she sees a friend" fits most of the usual daminette scenarios, OR any other ship.
#AdrienisKenough
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heqvenlymoons · 24 days
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That One, I Want That One
Based on @fleursroses 's incorrect quote! <3
This is being posted as a oneshot on both my AO3 account and here on tumblr for now but I'm seriously considering turning it into a multi-chaptered fic because how well it was received. Someone said it had rom com potential and I can see it 😭
Daminette One Shot | Crack Fic | AO3
Damian tugged on the collar of his great dane, Titus, trying to get away from his imbecile brothers. 
It was a futile endeavour, as his brothers merely sped up their walking pace, talking over one another. 
“Come on, Dami! We just wanna know,” Richard— Grayson, because he was currently being a nuisance— whined. 
Todd scoffed, waving around the toy Nerf gun he insisted on bringing. “You know what? The brat’s probably better off without a wife, god forbid whoever gets stuck with him forever. I bet you, the little shit’s gonna be the one blackmailing someone into being his wife if he sees fit.” 
“Fuck you, Todd.” Damian’s fingers itched to grab his katana and slit it over his idiotic brother’s throat but at last, his father and pseudo grandfather figure, Alfred, had confiscated the knives he tried to sneak out on their business trip to Paris. 
Drake sipped on his coffee, his head bobbing up and down as he struggled to stay awake, even as he mumbled an incoherent, “You’re never going to get an answer if you aggravate him like that, Jay. Although I’d still like to know as well.” 
He hadn’t finished his sentence when he stumbled into a nearby pedestrian, almost kissing the ground had Todd not grabbed him by the collar at the last second.
During the mishap, the coffee cup Drake was holding spilled onto the floor, seeping into the ground as he stared at it with mournful eyes. “My coffee!” 
Todd rolled his eyes, letting go of the sleep-deprived Drake’s collar with an unsympathetic pat on the shoulder.
Damian’s lips curved up to a smirk. Perhaps that would keep Drake quiet for a few minutes as he mourned his spilled coffee. 
Unfortunately, that didn’t stop Grayson or Todd from their irritating line of questioning his so-called ‘love life’. 
Damian glared when Grayson pulled out the puppy doll eyes, accompanied by his repeated question, “Come on, please? Just answer the question— what’s your ideal type?” 
“Repeating the question with that pathetic expression of yours does not make me any more inclined to answer your question.” Damian spotted a bakery up ahead and approached it, ignoring Grayson’s pout. 
Perhaps his dingbat brothers would behave themselves in an embellishment full of people, although that would be wishful thinking on his part. 
His brothers, of course, followed him and continued to push their relentless questions onto him 
Todd grabbed his arm, stopping him, a glint of glee in his eyes, no doubt finding amusement in his current predicament. “You know, we’re not going to stop bothering you until you tell us.” 
Damian’s brows furrowed in annoyance, knowing full well from experience that his brothers would not stop poking and prodding until he did what they wanted. 
Right now, they wanted to know his ideal type, and they claimed his answer was to sedate their ever-growing ‘curiosity’ when he knew they wanted to utilize the information to set him up with someone. 
He scowled, making his decision. He would tell them only to make them stop badgering him about the inane question but that didn’t mean he was open to the idea of a relationship with someone they chose for him 
“Fine. My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized. You imbeciles better not utilize this information to set me up with someone or I will stab you.” He hissed, sending them his most intimidating glare for good measure. 
Todd dared to smirk at him. “Not likely, Demon Spawn. And even if we did, you won’t stab us. You’re all bark and no bite.” 
In response, Damian kicked him in the knee, making the older double over with a grunt. 
Before he could continue his assault, Grayson dragged him away, Todd spitting curses from where he lay on the ground in a starfish position, the Nerf gun on the ground beside him. 
Grayson was already wearing the contemplative expression he had on whenever he was about to do something stupid. “Okay~ that’s enough, little D. Back to what we were discussing, your future girlfriend has to be brave, strong, and smart, you say?” 
Damian gritted his teeth. “You are paraphrasing at best but I assume you already got the general idea because I am not going to repeat myself for your benefit.” 
He turned and before he could turn the door handle of the bakery to continue his dramatic exit (or in this case, dramatic entry), the door flew open and it would’ve hit him in the face had it not been for his quick reflexes.
The scowl reappeared on his face and he turned back to reprimand the person who dared try to attack him with a door to see a girl about his age, shuffling past his bewildered brothers in a hurry. 
Damian blinked, watching as the girl with raven-haired pigtails promptly tripped over nothing, crashing into the pole, the box she was holding fell from her hands and macaroons came tumbling out. 
He watched with interest as the girl mumbled out apologies to the inanimate object, picking up the fallen macaroons from the ground while she did and putting them back in the box. 
Snapping out of his daze, he handed Titus’s leash to Grayson before moving to help the girl, grabbing the remains of the macaroons from the ground and placing them in a neat row in the box.
He held out a hand for the girl to take, which she accepted with a grateful look and he pulled her to her feet. 
Getting a good look at her face, he was filled with a fluttering sensation in his stomach and he ignored it, thinking he must be coming down with a stomach bug. “Are you alright? That was quite a fall.”
Her bluebell eyes were blown wide, staring into his green ones with surprise. She broke the stare first, shaking her head before responding, “I’m fine! Thank you for your help, I’m sorry you had to see that.”
Her phone dinged and she yelped. “I’m sorry but I’m already late, see you around, mysterious handsome but kind person!”  
He opened his mouth to respond but she had already sped away, only catching sight of her red face as she turned.
His face heated as his mind caught up with her words. The girl was definitely something… 
He felt an arm going around his shoulders and he didn’t react, still staring in the direction the girl took off. 
“So, didn’t know Demon Spawn had it in him to talk to a pretty girl without scowling,” Todd drawled, the beginning of a teasing expression appearing on his face when he noticed the dazed look his youngest brother was sporting. 
Damian shoved him away, looking distracted.
Drake shook his head, mumbling, “I must be hallucinating, Demon Spawn would never willingly talk to someone, much less a girl.” 
“That one. I want that one.” Damian declared, unknowingly sending his adopted brothers into cardiac arrest at the words that fell out of his mouth. 
Grayson looked torn between looking wary and gleeful. “Uh… what do you mean by ‘that one’, little D?” 
Damian didn’t look at him as he pointed in the direction the girl ran off. “Her.” 
Todd’s jaws gaped like a fish, for once, speechless. 
Drake in his sleep-deprived state can only dumbly respond, “That’s not how it works, Damian. You can’t just go around adopting people.”
Damian finally dragged his gaze away from the direction the girl had long run off in, glaring at his brothers with his cheeks blazing red. “Not adoption, you imbecile.”
Not giving them the time to respond, he continued, a look of stress crossing his expression before he willed it away. “You lot have to keep Father from adopting her, it would cause complications.”
Grayson hummed. “She does meet the criteria, black hair and blue eyes.”
Todd seemed to have unfrozen, shaking his head in denial. “Wait wait wait, just wait a second. You’re saying, she’s your ideal type? You literally met her 5 minutes ago! I thought you said your future partner must be and I quote ‘brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized’?” 
He prattled on, not paying attention to how Titus had taken to getting slobber all over his shoes. “No offence to her but she tripped over air and crashed into the poll in front of her. The clumsy behaviour caught your eye of all things? Are you sure you haven’t been abducted by aliens?” 
Damian glared, the red not receding from his face. He rounded on Drake. “Do a full background check on her, it is necessary for me to know everything about her if she were to be my partner.”
He paused, scowling. “Actually, I better do this myself. I need to know everything about her, it is better if you imbeciles stay as far away from her as possible. She does not need you all to monopolize her time.” 
He grabbed Titus’s leash from Grayson and headed in the direction of Le Grand Paris to do just that, leaving behind his shell-shocked brothers. 
Jason turned to his brothers, looking amused now that he had gotten over his shock. “So, who’s gonna tell him that stalking is not the right way to woo a girl?” 
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fleursroses · 1 year
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Damian: My future partner must be brave, strong, intelligent, successful and organized.
Marinette: *trips over nothing and crashes into a tree, apologising profusely to it*
Damian: That one. I want that one.
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batsandbugs · 3 months
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Bruce Wayne's Headache Class. System: Sneak Peak 1
“I insist he assigns the blame to me,” grumbles Damian, his mouth twisted in a frustrated frown. “He refuses. The entire scheme was my idea, down to the very verbage used, and yet he still continues to blame Marinette, and refers to her in an uncouth, slanderous manner.  If he continues to insist upon said belligerent name calling I will be taking matters into my own hands and he will find himself contending with my blade.” 
Bruce blinks at the hissed statement. It’s vicious, it’s descriptive, and it wouldn’t be out of place if Talia had said it. The pit of anxiety in his stomach triples. “Against your own brother?” he forces himself to ask, even though he’s pretty sure he knows the answer. 
“I would sell him to Satan for one corn chip,” Damian says, face totally blank, tone serious. Bruce can’t tell if he’s joking or not. “Marinette has done nothing to deserve his name calling. It was a trick, he fell for it, and they lost. He can dislike her.” Damian rolls his eyes and huffs. “Even if I think it is a childish grudge, but the insults will cease or I will make him cease.”
(I swear I'm going to get this damn chapter completed. It's just fighting me. Here's a little something to prove I'm not dead!)
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artemisiasthings · 2 months
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The Great IKEA Game by @batsandbugs
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She’s done. My first bind. 🤌🏼 I’m so proud of this book and I cannot believe I made this with my own two hands!!!!
The story is incredible, The Great IKEA Game is a fic I come back to time and time again when I need a pick me up so it was a no brainer to choose this as my first bind. It’s the perfect length and I know I’m going to be eternally grateful to have it in my shelves if society collapses and the apocalypse comes 😂
I learned so much throughout this process about typesetting, materials, graphic design, conservation-grade techniques, and everything else that goes into making a finished, readable book. I wouldn’t have such a beautiful finished project without the incredible support and tutorials from creators on instagram and TikTok! I was blessed to find an answer for any question that came up either through existing videos or through kind responses to my frantic 3 am insta stories.
Needless to say, having a physical book that I CREATED WITH MY OWN TWO HANDS is fueling my god complex and I cannot wait to bind even more 😈
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montserita1999 · 8 months
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I'm craving for a Daminette Dark romance...
-Where Damian goes back to being an assassin. Not something Bruce approves of. Even when Damian explains his reasons but gets support from his brothers and Alfred.
(Because he'd rather it not be ruled by someone mad and greedy for power. And intends to bring change to it) (later on it becomes the league of Shadows instead of The league of assassins) (would still kill but only if truly needed or if its to protect)
-Where Marinette leaves Paris behind and decides to take on her responsibilities as a Guardian at the temple, changing how it's run from the inside. (Missing for 200 year temple so she decides to give it an update and along the way ends up becoming its leader)(she's still a secret fashion designer and uses MDC as a cover for guardian business)
-Damian visits the guardisn temple to form a truce and to see where they stand and observe how they run
-Damian and Marinette meet. Cautious strangers to acquaintances to friends.
-Damian visits his family in Gotham everytime there is a special occasion.
-Tim gets MDC to design their clothes for a gala.
-surprise surprise damian finds out the leader of the giardians is MDC and Marinette finds out that Damian wasn't just an al ghul but also a Wayne and Robin. (MDC took the commission because she wanted to look into the Batfam 🙃)
-they talk in private when it's his turn for measurements. They explain both sides to avoid misunderstandings)
-cue friend to lovers
*protective damian
*daring damian
*damian being possessive over marinette but not in a toxic way
*easily gets jealous but has too much pride to admit it when marinette pays more attention to his brothers
*hot mess marinette
*badass mari who gets all flustered when damian flirts with her and gets possessive of her when other men try to get too friendly with her.
*horny marinette and devilish damian. Cue ✨️smut✨️
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That's all I've got... I'm going to leave this to an actual author now. Please please PLEASE tag me if this inspires you to write fic. I want to read it.
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Jason: Okay, let's go over this again. What do we do when something goes wrong?
Duke: We try to fix it before Marinette and/or Alfred get back.
Jason: And if that doesn't work?
Steph: We blame Bruce.
Jason: Good.
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