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serenescribbles · 2 years

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Somebody to Hold

For MGI Civil War 2022

Co-written with @folk-ever-lore

NO BETA THIS IS WAR

"This turned out really well, I think, so I hope y'all enjoy it. also thanks to aya (@the-coffee-fandom) for telling us to write this fic, it was really fun to write. so thanks for that wifey. (was planning to just throw this at you, aya, in a dm but Anne wrote something sweet and I refuse to let her be the only one.)" - raven

"Special thanks to @the-coffee-fandom for inspiring us to write this in the first place! The original exchange was a combination of text and emojis that Raven and I sent each other. They read through it and said we should write something out of it!" - Anne

CW: Encanto (2021) Spoilers, Emotional Hurt/Comfort

AO3 | Masterlist

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“Kitten? Where are you?” Marinette was becoming more and more worried when she couldn’t find her baby brother. (Well, it wasn’t like Jason was her biological brother but that didn’t matter. She said he was and he agreed and that was all that mattered. Anyone who dared to touch him would have to have a little talk with her.)

Jason had gone missing right when her mentor, Selina, had told her Ivy had broken out of Arkham again. Ivy was one of Selina’s friends, and Marinette had met her before as Lady Noire. She had met Harley too, and it was as clear as day just how much the two of them cared for each other. But the Joker kept getting in their way.

Although Marinette knew Ivy and thought she was really cool (Ivy called her Marigold), sometimes Ivy could lose sight of the important things when she became really angry. That sometimes resulted in forgetting the lines between friend and foe.

One time, Ivy had gotten really angry at something the Joker had done. Marinette could feel her murderous aura and knew something bad would happen if she wasn’t stopped. Well, it wouldn’t be too bad if the Joker ended up strangled to death by Ivy’s vines but then she would have to go to Arkham again, and that wouldn’t be good.

So Marinette had taken it upon herself to stop Ivy. But even with her powers and strength as Lady Noire, she wasn’t able to stop Ivy and ended up hanging upside down by one of her vines. It took Selina arriving at that scene to calm her down.

After that, when Ivy had come to her senses, she apologized profusely and frankly, it flustered Marinette very much. She didn’t hold it against Ivy though. Marinette knew Ivy didn't mean to hurt her in any way. But still, that didn’t mean she wasn’t worried whenever Ivy was on a warpath. Especially since tonight, her kit was nowhere to be found.

Jason had never met Ivy before. He didn’t know her like she did, and Ivy didn’t know Jason either. What if he got caught up in whatever scheme she had this time?

Jumping from rooftop to rooftop, Marinette quickened her pace. Everywhere she went, she called out his name, but no one responded. She’d even visited the street kids and working girls she knew Jason was close with and asked them for help to find him. Selina was on the prowl, too.

Together, all of them searched for her kit for what felt like hours on end. Still, Jason never turned up. It was getting to the very, very late hours of the night and the others all had things they needed to do. Marinette understood. They’d taken time out of their day to help her and for that she was grateful. She continued to search by herself.

At last, when Marinette finally finished searching every inch of Gotham and her kit wasn’t there, the desperation that had been steadily growing inside of her took hold. She collapsed on the rooftop.

No, Jay, no, where are you? Please tell me you’re safe. You have to be.

Tears started flowing without any warning and Marinette buried her head into her knees. She had tried. She’d tried so hard and her kit was still lost. What kind of a big sister was she? What was she supposed to do now?

Sobbing uncontrollably, Marinette didn’t bother to muffle her wails. Let the whole world hear her anguish. It’s not like there was anything that could be done now.

But, just then, she felt the presence of someone else on the rooftop, and her senses flared. Who was it? Who was here?

Gritting her teeth and forcing her tears to go away, Marinette gripped her staff defensively. Trying to put on a strong voice, she snarled, “Who is it? Show yourself!”

A few moments later, a figure emerged out of the shadows. It was a small boy, younger than Jason, and a camera was slung around his neck. Startled, Marinette lowered her staff. “Tim? What are you doing here?”

“H-hi Mar- I mean, Lady Noire ,” Tim said, giving her an awkward little wave. !I heard you were looking for Jason. I think I know where he is.”

Marinette gasped as she heard his words. Would Tim really know where to find Jason? No one else had. “Where is he?” She asked quickly.

Nodding carefully, Tim quickly said, “Yeah. I think so. I saw loads of new plants in an old Drake Industries warehouse that I had planned to take photos off. I think Ivy was destroying the machinery inside. And she’s the only recent escapee so it's probably her that took him right?”

Forcing a weak smile onto her face at the prospect of finding her brother, she stood up and ruffled Tim’s hair. “You did good kiddo. Now run along home, we wouldn’t want you to get caught too, would we.”

“N-no,” he stuttered out. “Happy to help.”

“Shoo,” she said with a tiny bit of laughter in her voice, it couldn’t be seen from her eyes though. Those were blank. “I already have one brother to save, I don’t need you getting hurt too.”

“Alright,” he waved bye to her as he disappeared back into the night. God. Him and Jason were going to be the death of her. Who knows what they’d get up to if they spent significant portions of time together.

“Come on, Marinette,” she muttered to herself. “You have a brother to go save.”

Pouncing from rooftop to rooftop, now with a renewed energy, Marinette made her way to the old warehouse Tim had told her about. He was indeed correct that Ivy had been there. Plants and vines were everywhere. Ivy had already moved on to somewhere else.

Argh! She’d been too late!

Focusing on her ears, Marinette tried to see if she could hear anything in the surrounding distance. Nothing. Maybe if she tried focusing on scents it would be better. Now focusing on her nose, Marinette perked up when she found the path in which Ivy had gone through. Jason’s scent was mixed in too, subtle and faint, but there. Following the trail, Marinette was led to a place where both Ivy and Jason's scents were jumbled together. There were scuff marks on the ground and a few leaves from Ivy's plants were scattered, too.

Had Jason tried to fight back against Ivy?

Worried, she tried to see if the path still went on. It did. Only now, the two scents were split. Jason went one way while Ivy went another. Breathing out a huge sigh of relief Marinette didn’t know she had been holding, she began tracking the way to her kit.

The path that led towards her kit stretched on for ages, but Marinette didn’t let that out her off. She was going to find Jason, she was going to kind her kit. Not even Ivy’s latest murderous outrage could stop that.

She was going to find Jason.

After a while the thin path started to widen out, and Marinette couldn’t help but get more hopeful. This was a good sign. Right?

With each step she took, Jason’s scent became more prevalent to the enchanted sense of smell the black cat miraculous gifted her.

He was near.

She just had to find him. She was so close. She couldn’t give up. Not now, not ever. Not for her kit.

“Jason,” she dared to speak cautiously, “are you here?”

She had somehow ended up in an abandoned alleyway. It was dark but Marinette could still see. But the only thing in sight was a few cardboard boxes all piled up together. Was Jason really there? No. This was where his scent had led her to.

Taking a few steps towards the boxes, Marinette called out again, “Kit? It’s me, your big sister! Are you there?”

Nothing happened. Marinette felt like crying again. Where was her kit? Her senses had never failed her before, and they told her he was there!

Suddenly, Marinette’s ears perked up. She could hear some soft rustling coming from the cardboard boxes. Getting closer, Marinette removed one of the boxes to reveal Jason nestled between them! A huge wave of relief crashed through her. Her kit was found at last!

Looking over her baby brother to see if he had any injuries, Marinette saw that he had some red marks around his wrists.

Probably after being grabbed and held by Ivy's vines.

Jason was also shivering uncontrollably. He clutched himself by his sides. Putting a hand to his forehead, Marinette found his temperature was stable. However, something she noticed when she put her hand on him was that Jason instantly leaned into the touch. It wasn’t unusual for him to do so, she knew her kit was touch starved, but as soon as she removed her hand, he began to whine and tremble even more .

“ Cold ,” he cried, “ so cold .”

Leaning down, Marinette gently picked Jason up, cradling him in her arms. She pressed a kiss to his forehead. Jason instantly latched himself around her into a tight hug. It was a little surprising, but Marinette reciprocated it. Gently patting his back, Marinette could feel that her kit was still trembling. Tonight must’ve taken a toll on him.

Or perhaps … something else was at play here. Removing her hand for a second, much to Jason’s protest, Marinette felt some sort of powder or formula on her hands. Jason was covered with it. This seemed like Ivy’s doing.

It didn’t seem like it was doing much, at first, but then the effects hit Marinette.

Cold … so cold … she was freezing, like her insides were ice …

She craved warmth, and Marinette now understood how Jason had felt earlier. Without touch, the ice was unbearable. Hugging Jason tightly, Marinette felt like the pain was alleviated for a few seconds, but it was still burning and itching away at her underneath her skin.

This was a special type of Ivy’s pollen. Cuddle pollen, it was called. It made you crave the touch of people. The only cure was physical contact.

Internally, Marinette cursed at herself. Hugging Jason had gotten all of the cuddle pollen on her, too!

They needed to- They needed to get to her secret warehouse. There was one nearby, right? She couldn’t quite remember. But the two of them couldn’t stay out here like this, that would be far too dangerous.

Staggering to her feet, Marinette tried to walk forward, but it was no use. She felt weak, and all she wanted to do was stay in that alleyway cuddling with Jason.

Maybe if she held onto him, hugged him, as they travelled to her warehouse that would be good enough for the pollen to let off a bit. Maybe. Either way it would be worth a shot.

“Come on, kit,” she murmured. “We need to get somewhere safe.”

Removing his head from the warmth from her embrace, although they both felt extremely cold now, he shook his head. “Cuddles.”

“I know,” she replied sympathetically, “I know. But we really do need to get somewhere safer.” She ran her hand through his hair, Marinette liked the familiar action. The fact that it brought relief from Ivy’s pollen was just an added bonus.

God. She was going to kill that woman after this was all over. Not even Selina could stop her. Not after what Ivy had done to Jason - and her, but that wasn’t important.

She lifted her brother up and pulled him close to her chest. “It’ll be okay, kit. I promise. We just need to get to safety. Can you manage that for me?”

She refused to think of anyone but Jason right now. She had to make sure he was safe. Her safety was always going to be a lesser priority than his, always. Sure, she was suffering from the pollen too but that didn’t mean that she wasn’t going to make sure that they were safe, that he was safe, before allowing herself to succumb to the effects.

“I can do it,” Jason promised, his words slurred. “Just hold onto me.”

“I will,” she soothed, “I will. Now let’s get you out of here.”

When they did eventually reach her nearest safehouse, all both of them wanted to do was cuddle. The journey to the safehouse hadn’t been the most pleasant - for either of them.

“We’re here now, kit,” Marinette assured him.

“We home?” Jason slurred slightly. “Cuddles?”

“Yes, kit,” she promised. “We’re home. But unfortunately I’m going to have to get you to change out of these clothes before we can cuddle. They’re all dirty.”

He frowned before nodding, “Alright. Stay close.”

Marinette shrugged. “Of course,” she said like she had any intention of keeping her word. “I’ll be right outside your door the whole time.”

“You promise?”

She would have felt bad but- “I promise.”

As soon as contact between the two of them was split, both of them could feel the cold and the pain and the uncomfortableness come crashing back quickly.

When the door closed behind him, Marinette forced her to go through the motions needed. To make hot chocolate and set up his favorite film.

With each step, each movement, each second the pain intensified but she refused to give up. She was going to do this for her brother. After everything he’d already been through today he’d definitely deserved it. He always deserved it, in his opinion though.

When he finally stepped out of the other room, wearing some warm pajamas that she’d gifted him over the holiday period, it was clear to Marinette just how much pain he was going through. Of course, then, she realized that he’d been exposed to the pollen for much longer than she had, and he’d gone without human touch for much longer than she had. How had she forgotten about that? Of course, he was in more pain.

“Hey buddy,” she said with a forced smile as she ruffled her freshly brushed hair. “I set up Encanto for you, and there’s some hot chocolate ready too.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Thank you, Mari,” his breathing became less erratic for a moment when his hand made contact with him. “Thank you so much.”

“Anytime, anytime,” she murmured as they settled down with their hot chocolate and started the film.

During the course of the film the sibling pair spent as much time as possible cuddling up with each other, it helped with the pain.

Marinette cried when Mirabel sang ‘Waiting on a Miracle’ and also when Luisa sang ‘Surface Pressure’. She gently hummed along to the tune of ‘We Don't Talk About Bruno’ and ‘What Elsa Can I Do?’ When the argument between Abuela and Mirabel started and Casita was destroyed, tears flowed steadily and even more so when Mirabel ran away and ‘Dos Oruguitas’ started to play. Her tears started to dry near the end of ‘All of You’ and she smiled.

Glancing over at her side, it seemed Jason hadn’t cried at all. His eyes did look a little watery though… Marinette squeezed his hand and her baby brother did the same to her in turn.

Shifting her body so Jason could lay his head on her lap, Marinette gently played with her kit’s hair. It seemed the pollen’s effects had dialed down a little for her but Jason was still affected. Fiddling with strands of his hair, she patted his back soothingly. Jason’s hair was unruly and wild. It didn’t want to be tamed. But at the same time it was silky and soft, and it was a pleasure to run her fingers through.

Every so often, Jason would twitch and reach out for her and Marinette reassured him that she was there. After some time, her baby brother was asleep. Carefully shifting again, she picked Jason up and brought him to his bedroom. Laying him down on the bed and tucking him in, Marinette pressed a kiss to his forehead.

Just as she was about to leave, a hand latched onto her arm. Looking back at Jason, he whispered, “Stay, please .”

And who was she to deny her kit? Joining him in his bed, Marinette pulled Jason close to her.

She hadn’t been able to stop Ivy from hurting Jason, but she was here now, and she was here to stay.

She kept an arm around him the whole time. She was never letting him go again.

Although the pollen had worn off on her due to her shorter exposure time and near instant human contact, it clearly hadn’t worn off on Jason. She wasn’t going to let him suffer so she stayed with him all night, allowing him to cuddle up to her as much or as little as he wanted.

Although he sometimes fidgeted during the night, Jason mainly stayed calm and without nightmares and in the morning the pollen had seemingly worn off. “Thank you,” he said gratefully as he woke up.

“Anytime,” she replied with a smile before giving him another hug. “Anytime.”

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Marinette: I'm going to murder Ivy with my bare hands! Selina: Kit, no Marinette: Yes Selina: No Marinette: She hurt my kit. What would you do if she hurt me? Selina: ...

Hope you enjoy it! See you for more fics soon enough, this is war after all.

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nightlychaotic · 2 years

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Plus One

Marinette studied the man across the table from her, taking a sip of her coffee to help her swallow her pride. “Will you be my plus one to a wedding?”

The spluttering sounds from the other side of the table brought a small smile to her face.

“I’m sorry what?”

“I want you to be my plus one to a wedding. Preferable pretending to be my boyfriend.”

“I’m not saying I won’t do it, but why are you coming to me about this? I thought you hated me.”

“And the feeling is mutual I assume, Dick,” she shot back, exhaling. “All my other friends are either, a: taken, or b: already have a plus one, and I told Alya that I had a boyfriend, so she would stop trying to set me up with people, so that throws everyone she knows out the window.”

Dick laughed. “So you came to your rival to ask for help?”

Marinette pinched her nose and sighed. “I’ll design your suit, free of charge, something many would kill for, and I’ll be covering airfare. All you have to do is show up and pretend we’re in a relationship for the weekend. You don’t have to like me, you just need to pretend you do.”

“I’ll do it. When is it?”

“Two weeks. I’ll need to be there next week. You’re welcome to come with me or later in the week, but I will need your measurements by the weekend to make sure I can get the fabric and get it made in time. We can do the final fitting in Paris but the brunt of it should be done before we leave. My dress and the rest of the bridesmaid’s dresses should be done by Saturday, giving me Sunday to pack, and I’ll be flying out Monday,” she said, beginning to ramble as she thought about what needed to be done before she left. Dick’s chuckle broke her train of thought as she gave him a sharp look. “When are you free today or tomorrow?”

“I’m free all day today.”

Marinette nodded, finishing off her coffee. “Ready to go when you are then.”

Dick chugged the remainder of his coffee and grinned. “Lead the way.”

Marinette led the way out of the coffee shop, starting the couple block walk to her studio, the two of them walking in silence, until Dick began to whistle. She bit back a groan, she was asking a large favor of him, she wasn’t about to snap at him for whistling, lest he change his mind.

She unlocked the backdoor, and ushered him in, turning on the lights.

“I’m going to need you to take off your jacket,” she said, pulling out a post-it note, pen, and tape measure, before quickly taking his measurements, jotting them down as she worked, only giving soft instructions when needed.

“Great. So when do you want to fly out?”

“When are you?”

“Monday at 10.”

“That works for me.”

“Great. Meet here Monday at 6 so we have enough time to get to the airport and get through security and find our gate,” she told him scribbling her number down on a separate post-it note and handing it to him as she ushered him out of her studio. “See you then.”

“See you then, Marinette.”

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They landed at the airport and collected their bags before heading out.

“Do we need to rent a car?” Dick asked looking over at her.

“No need,” Marinette replied. “My friend’s coming to pick us up. We’re going to be staying at his house while we’re here, since he has more space for me to work and my parents are busy at the moment preparing to cater as well as the usual bakery rush.”

Dick was about to respond, when a limo pulled up and Marinette, grabbed her bags and strode towards it as the back door opened, and a tall, blonde model of a man rushed over to give Marinette a hug, lifting her off the ground. Dick shook her head at the slight tightening in his chest.

“M’Lady!”

“Kitty, not now, please,” she replied with a laugh.

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I Like You a Latte

“Hey, I just met you, and this is crazy, but here's my number, so caramel me maybe?”

The barista, Marinette her name tag read, stared at him, a small smirk forming.

“Nice try, Romeo. What can I get you?”

“Surprise me,” Dick grinned as she put something into the monitor next to her.

“For here or to-go?”

“To-go. Name?”

“Dick.”

She smiled, and directed her attention to the next customer, as Dick moved to the side to wait.

“Caramel Macchiato for Romeo!” got called out. Dick looked over to see the barista grinning at him, cup in hand. She gestured it out towards him. He chuckled as he moved to grab it. “Come again soon,” she told him as she handed him the cup. Dick grinned as he left the shop.

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“What can I get you?”

Dick leaned onto the counter, and smiled at the barista. “Are you on the menu?”

“Not today,” she replied with a grin, a faint blush coloring her cheeks. “Anything else catching your interest?”

“Not nearly as much as you do, but I suppose I’ll take whatever you think and a black coffee.”

“On it. For here or to go today?”

“Here.”

“On it.”

Dick sat at a window seat, glancing out looking at the dreary day as he waited for Tim to arrive. He needed a break from work, so Dick decided to drag him to a coffee shop. Wouldn’t get him to sleep but would get him away for work for a while. A decent compromise.

“Hey,” Tim greeted sitting down across from him.

“Took you long enough,” Dick greeted. Before Tim could respond he heard Marinette call out.

“Flat White and Black Coffee for Romeo!”

Dick went to grab their coffees and came back to Tim’s unimpressed face.

“You’ve been flirting with the barista.”

“Whatever gives you that idea?”

“How’s it working out for you Romeo?”

“Well she gave me a cookie, so.”

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“I've been thinking about you a latte.”

“Oh have you now?”

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268 notes • Posted 2021-04-22 22:43:02 GMT

It's a Date

Marinette took a deep breath before sliding into the seat across from Damian at lunch.

“What do you want, Dupain-Cheng?” he spoke up, not looking away from his book.

“I know we don’t like each other, and I’m not asking for you to start, but your family is going to Jagged Stone’s wedding, correct?”

“I don’t know how you know that information but you are correct. Why?”

“I thought you could be my date.”

“What gave you that impression?” Damian asked looking over at her.

“From what I’ve seen your brothers are always one your back trying to get you to lighten up and socialise. This will get them off your back. Besides, you are already invited and if I don’t show up with a date, Jagged will be peacocking me around simultaneously singing my praises while trying to play matchmaker. I do not need to go through that torture again. As much as I love him, I can’t. Not after that fiasco,” she said, shaking her head at the memory.

He sat there for a moment before nodding. “Fine.”

“Great. I’ll design and make your suit of course-”

“Pardon me. I have a suit already.”

“Sure, but you’re getting a new one.”

“Tt. I will not. I have no need for one.”

“I don’t care. As the official designer for the wedding, I’ll be damned if my date isn’t wearing one of my creations,” she snapped.

This got Damian to put his book down all the way as he studied her. “You’re the wedding designer?” he asked. She nodded with a proud smile.

“I am. I’m meeting with the wedding party on Saturday, your father is the best man if I’m recalling correctly. If you can tag along with him that would be great. Otherwise we can arrange for a separate meeting time.”

“Saturday will be fine.”

“Great. I’ll see you then. Thank you for agreeing to do this,” she said, slipping out of her seat and moving to her usual table.

“What was that about?” someone asked as she sat down.

“What?”

“What were you talking to Damian Wayne about?”

“That, is none of your business. Besides, it’s a bit of a secret project. You’ll just have to find out with everyone else.”

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Damian found himself in Jagged Stone’s penthouse, standing closer to the door watching the chaos unfold. Grayson was playing with the crocodile scratching its belly. Jagged Stone was in a corner gesturing wildly as he spoke to Dupain-Cheng who was nodding along, cutting him off from time to time adding her own contributions as she furiously scribbled in her sketchbook, glancing up every once in a while to scan the room. Penny Rolling, the fiancée, played hostess, providing some snacks and drinks for the wedding party, glancing towards the corner.

Damian raised a brow as he witnessed the silent conversation between the bride and designer, the latter giving her an apologetic smile and head nod, turning back to face Jagged, who had now looped his father into whatever conversation they were having, haven stolen the sketchbook and flipping through it showing the content to his father. Dupain-Cheng nodded taking one final look around the room, grabbing the sketch book back, flipping through several pages scribbling a small note one each page separately before shutting it and towing Jagged and his father over to the main area and sitting them down on the couch, before getting everyone else to as well.

“I’m going to take the bride’s half of the party’s measurement first and do a quick consultation with them before moving onto the groom’s half. I will need to keep the best man and maid of honor a bit longer with the couple afterwards. Mr. Wayne I trust you can keep somewhat of an eye on things out here?”

Damian watched her as she moved quickly taking measurements, navigating around Jagged as he talked, somehow managing to get and write measurements as he moved, keeping with him and avoiding his arms as he gestured.

“Bruce! You should commission Marinette for your next gala. I showed you some of her sketches earlier, they’re even rock n’ roll in person! C’mon let me show you some-” taking his father and starting to walk away until Dupain-Cheng lunged after him, grabbing Jagged.

“Not so fast! Not until after I take his measurements. Then you can steal him away for a minute while I take Damian’s measurements. It’ll only take a minute.”

She pulled Bruce into the middle of her small area and quickly began to measure him,

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289 notes • Posted 2021-05-20 21:37:16 GMT

The Cat That Caught the Canary

Marinette walked through the museum, trying to keep her footsteps soft as Plagg floated alongside her.

“You sure that it’s here, Plagg?” Marinette whispered.

“Trust me Pigtails. It’s here. And you need to get it before we have another Hawkmoth incident,” Plagg said. Marinette winced slightly. Yep. Did not want a repeat of Hawkmoth anytime soon.

“And the reason you didn’t want Tikki or any of the others to know?”

“It’s a surprise!”

Marinette looked at him.

“...And Tikki wouldn’t let us go if she knew we were stealing from a museum and the other kwamii can’t keep a secret from her to save their lives. But I swear. There’s a Miraculous here. It’s not the first time you know.”

“I know. I know. And we don’t need a repeat of that incident either,” she muttered under her breath. “Are we close?”

“It’s just over here. Sheesh, patience Pigtails.”

She rolled her eyes slightly at him as he led her to an exhibition case.

“Care to do the honors?”

Plagg flew into the case unlocking it. Marinette gently opened the case and pulled out the belt that laid inside, tucking it away, before closing the lid.

“Plagg can you relock it?”

“On it.”

“That’s it right? We can leave now?”

“Yep. Unless there’s anything else you want to steal while we’re at it. A little souvenir or two”

“No. We’re not taking souvenirs, Plagg,” Marinette told the mini god without turning around to face him.

“Why not? It’ll be fun.”

Marinette turned around to face him. Eyes widening as she looked at him.

“Plagg No,” she whispered yelled at the kwamii who had draped himself in a couple priceless necklaces and wearing a bracelet around his middle.

“Plagg Yes,” he cackled with glee. Marinette sighed running a hand through her head.

“Plagg. Put them back. We don’t have time for this.”

“Aw come on. Live a little.”

“No. Hurry up and put those back. I’m not trying to get caught by GCPD or worse one of the Bats. Now, Plagg.”

“Can’t I at least keep-”

“NO.”

“Fiiiiiine.”

Marinette watched him as he put the stolen jewelry back in its case, muttering under her breath about ‘chaotic mini god of destruction giving me headaches every time I turn around’ and “God Tikki is going to kill us when we get back, why did I let him talk me into this, oh right because it’s “my duty” to.

“You know the museum doesn’t allow visitors for a few more hours.”

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342 notes • Posted 2021-04-19 16:33:57 GMT

The Reason The Angel Fell From The Sky (I Knocked Her Over)

“Come on, Ice Prince of Gotham here probably wouldn’t be able to be romantic if his life depended on it.”

“I am positive that, if I wanted to, I could be romantic.”

“No, he’s got a point, Damian. You do tend to be a bit cold and icy to everyone.”

“Tt. I could, Todd, if need be.”

“Oh really? You’re going to have to prove it,” Jason replied, shoving Damian. Hard. Into a girl.

The girl, unfortunately, had turned around and taken a couple steps right at that moment, arms full carrying several bolts of fabric. She hadn’t noticed him, and Damian couldn’t stop his momentum. The two collided, knocking the other down, fabric flying. Damian glared at his brothers as he collected himself, before trying to help the girl collect her belongings, grabbing the bolts of fabric and shoving them at his brothers for them to carry. He turned to offer the girl a hand up.

“I’m so sorry! I wasn’t looking where I was going! I’m sorry I didn’t mean to knock you down. Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. You have no need to apologize. It was my idiotic brothers’ fault. Are you alright?”

“Oh I’m fine, I do more damage when I trip myself than that small fall. I’m Marinette by the way.”

Damian gave a small bow, taking her hand, slowly raising it to place a kiss on the back of it, never breaking eye contact.

“Damian.”

The two stood there for a moment, a small smirk gracing Damian’s face while Marinette’s cheeks flushed as they stared at each other.

“Not going to introduce us, Damian? How rude. I’m Dick and this is Jason” Dick chimed in, grinning as he broke the small moment.

“Oh, it’s a pleasure to meet you both,” Marinette said, as she moved to take her fabric back from Dick and Jason. They stepped back and held the bolts away from her.

“Give me my fabric back, please.”

“Nope. We’re carrying these, little lady. It’s the least we can do after knocking you down.”

“Any way I can convince you guys otherwise?” she asked once more trying to grab the bolts.

“Nope,” Jason grinned.

“No way. It’s the gentlemanly thing to do,” Dick agreed, as Marinette rolled her eyes and laughed.

“Fine, but I’m paying you back for this.”

“You don’t need t-”

“Nope. If you insist, I insist. Come on. Those get heavy fast and we got a bit of a way to walk.”

“I apologize for my brothers,” Damian said, as Marinette led the way. She laughed and smiled at him in return.

“It’s fine. I’ve dealt with worse than those two in the past. I’m not ruining any of your plans am I?”

“No. Not at all. We were simply exploring the city when my brothers pushed me into you.”

“Oh! Where are you from originally?”

“Gotham City, New Jersey.”

“That’s the city with umm… Batman right? My friend Alya went on about them all the time before Hawkmoth showed up.”

“Hawkmoth? Those videos are real?” Dick chimed in from behind.

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