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[nightlychaotic]

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,

Damian looked down at her as she crouched to measure his legs. “You and Jagged Stone seem close.”

She sighed as she wrote down some measurements. “ I’ve known Jagged for 4 years now I believe. He has been trying to show my work off since I made my first piece for him and has adopted me as his niece.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

She shoved her sketchbook at him, as she finished jotting down his last few measurements. “Judge for yourself. I don’t appreciate it when people speak poorly of my work before seeing it for themselves.”

Damian flipped through the sketchbook looking at her designs. Some had a small photo clipped to the page showing the final product, sometimes candidly, sometimes just draped on a dress form.

“I apologise. These designs are actually quite good. I hadn’t realized you were Jagged Stone’s primary designer.”

“More like his only designer. He has someone else take care of the stage design for concerts but I do the graphics and fashion, along with helping to figure out the lighting design.”

Damian took another look at the girl in front of him, who had taken the sketchbook back and was quickly sketching, glancing up at him every once in a while as she spoke. He had originally dismissed her as weak and not someone with much to impress others, but she was showing to be quite the opposite in this environment. “I’m impressed.”

She paused looking at him before smiling.

“Thank you.”

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A few months passed, full of fittings, last minute changes, and just overall chaos, but finally it was time for the wedding. Marinette zipped the back of her dress, checking in with Penny and the rest of her half of the party, making sure that everything fit right once more and nothing needed fixing, before rushing out to the opposite side of the hotel they were in carrying several garment bags, for the groom and his party.

“Sorry I’m a bit late,” she said, as she started handing out garment bags to their designated persons. Before ushering them to get changed while she moved to help Jagged get ready. It was safe for her to say that the groom and what he had going on was far more chaotic than the bride and her party. After an hour of wrangling and styling she nodded and smiled.

“Rock n’ Roll work as always, Marinette!”

“Thanks, Jagged. I need to go check on Penny one more time but I’ll see you out there,” she said rushing out, pausing in the hall as she felt a hand catch her wrist. She turned to find Damian there.

“When are we meeting at the gardens to take our seats?”

“We’re walking down the aisle with the bridal party before sitting in the front. Honorary members. I forgot to tell you. I’m sorry. I’ll be leaving to walk to the gardens in five minutes to make sure I’m there on time . You’re welcome to join me if you want.”

“The rest of the party doesn’t leave for another hour-”

“With my luck, it’s best to leave early to make sure my chronic lateness doesn’t hold up the wedding,” she cut him off before he could finish his question, starting to walk down the hall. “I’ll be right back if you care to wait and join me. Otherwise you can show up with the rest of the groomsmen and Jagged,” she told him ducking into Penny’s room to do one final check in.

When she came out a few minutes later, she found Damian waiting in the hall.

“Coming?”

“I am. My father would not approve if I let you walk there by yourself, especially in a city as dangerous as Gotham.”

She laughed softly at that and grinned at him. “I’ve been here for almost a year now. I think I know how to navigate Gotham at this point. Besides, I can handle myself.”

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Damian found himself studying Marinette once more as she said this.

“Tt. Are you sure about that?”

“Don’t judge a book by it’s cover, Wayne. Though I get the impression that you do that a lot. Is that why you dislike so much of our class?”

“They are, for the most part, idiots, not worthy or up to being acquaintances with myself.”

She gave him a look, brow raised. “You got a bit of an ego, you know that right? I shouldn’t be surprised. You aren’t the first rich friend of mine to have a high opinion of themselves.”

Damian opened his mouth to respond to see her get pulled into an alley, gun to her head by a mugger. “You too look awful nice and dressy. Give me all your money and no one has to get hurt.”

“I don’t have time for this today,” she complained, before Damian could do anything to get her out of the situation she was stomping her heel into the muggers foot, ripping one arm from his grasp and elbowing it into his gut, disarming the mugger, before grabbing him and pushing him into the wall, before hurrying out of the alley, hand grabbing Damian’s pulling him along afterwards. Damian stared at her for a minute trying to put together what he just saw.

“I think I may have severely misjudged you, Marinette.”

She laughed looking back at him. “Good. Most people do.”

“Would you like to make this date more legitimate?”

“Are you asking me out?”

“I am.

She smiled back at him, as they approached the garden, getting there just before Jagged and his half of the bridal party.

“Then it’s a date.”

#MGI Trope Tussle #Maribat #Daminette #Enemies to Lovers #No beta this is tussle #Trope Tussle ~ Enemies to Lovers

[ali-kitkat]

Bonding Moments

Marinette watched below, as her target defeated the last of his opponents. She watched as he left out a sigh and his body visibly relaxed, as he knew he was no longer in danger, for now. 

She bit back a laugh as she adjusted her position above him. She stilled for a second as he turned his head, thinking that she had been caught. Then he shook his head and muttered to himself. 

She launched herself at him. 

“Marinette!” Her target shouted, struggling underneath her. 

“Yes Damian?” she smiled. 

“Get off of me.” he demanded.

“No,” she replied, “I don’t think I will.” 

She settled onto his back with her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck, careful not to squeeze too hard lest she accidentally start to strangle him. 

Damian accepted his fate as her chariot with a sigh and walked out of the room, leaving the fallen opponents to the mercy of the Demon’s Head. 

Marinette knew the mission dealt a toll on both of them, the bandages around her abdomen attested to that. She had taken a blow meant for Damian, he had left his blind spot open and she tackled him so he wouldn’t get hit. Except that she had mistimed her speed and now she was injured. After getting patched up by one of the infirmary technicians she decided to go find Damian. 

She walked into his room just in time to hear him calling her a “stupid, reckless girl with no survival instincts whatsoever.” She had left the room just as quickly as she entered it, albeit not nearly as quietly. 

She steadily ignored the footsteps following her down the long hallway and then felt a hand grab her and turn her around. Damian was staring at her, his face ashen. “I’m sorry, I didn’t mean for you to over hear that.” 

She scoffed and merely ripped her arm out of his hand and continued on her way to her bedroom, ignoring Damian’s following footsteps again. She had arrived at her destination with Damian still following behind her. She almost had the door shut before Damian slipped his foot in before she could slam it closed. 

Marinette briefly considered slamming it into his foot in hopes of sending him to the infirmary, but decided against that course of action. She walked away and instead started unfastening the weapons still strapped to her person. 

“Marinette,” Damian pleaded, “please just talk to me.” 

She only shot him a glare and then looked away from him, pointedly not saying anything. If she did, she didn’t know whether or not she’d be able to keep her temper in check, and insulting the Heir of the Demon was a fatal action. 

“Please.” He reiterated, forcibly turning her around to look at him. His eyes guilty. 

She let out a huff of laughter. “What do you want me to say?” she asked. “That I forgive you? That you didn’t hurt me? Because that would be a lie Damian. You hurt me and I don’t forgive you.” 

She froze for a moment before continuing. “You called me ‘a stupid, reckless girl with no survival instincts.’ I thought you were my friend, Damian.”

Damian jolted and stepped forward. “You are.” 

“Friends don’t say that to each other Damian,” she shouted, “they don’t insult each other behind their backs!” 

Damian opened his mouth to say something before being cut off by an explosion that rocked the walls. Dust raining down on both of them. They looked at each other and nodded, both setting off to investigate the cause of it.

@mgi-events  word count: 601 trope: childhood friends

now with a part two

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[ramos123]

The Childhood of An Assassin

Marinette and Damian were both raised in the league of assassins. Marinette was the daughter of Sabine Cheng, the best assassin to ever be with the league. And Damian, well he was the future heir of the league.

Marinette and Damian were not allowed to have friends but they ended up becoming friends with each other. They pranked all the league members except Sabine, Talia and Ra’s.

Marinette and Damian kept their friendship on the low for if their parents were to find out they would be horribly punished. They continued training everyday and whenever they had a break they used it to come up with plans.

One day Ra’s called Marinette and declared that she would be Damian’s bodyguard. Marinette, while shocked that Damian needed a bodyguard, accepted the position for she would have more time to hangout with Damian.

Marinette and Damian spent more time together although Damian questioned why he needed a bodyguard if he was just as skilled as Marinette.

Eventually when the day Slade attacked the league came, Damian and Marinette understood why Ras wanted a bodyguard for Damian.

Marinette and Damian were back to back fighting the traitors when all of a sudden they got separated. Damian was fighting someone else and they were about to strike him from another side so Marinette ran towards him as fast as she could. The blade that was supposed to injure Damian instead injured Marinette when she got stabbed on her side.

Damian immediately turned around to try to help Marinette but they kept attacking him so he couldn’t help her.

By the time Damian had killed all the traitors that were attacking him he turned around only to find Marinette missing.

During all the attacks the order of the guardians was watching when all of a sudden they saw the future guardian true wielder of the black cat miraculous get grievously injured.

They snuck in and rescued her. She tried to put up a fight seeing that it was no one she knew but she could not, for she had lost a lot of blood and the slightest bit of movement caused her quite a lot of pain.

Once they got to the temple they started treating Marinette wounds. While they were doing so, Marinette wondered why they rescued her even with the knowledge that she was an assassin and could easily kill them with a flick of her wrist if she wanted to.

Meanwhile Damian was looking over the whole place for any signs of Marinette when he ran into his mother. Talia grabbed Damian and told him that she was going to take him to Gotham to meet his father.

Damian of course protested he needed to find Marinette and help her. He tried telling his mother but she would not listen and continued dragging him to take him out of the temple.

Damian yelled at his mother to stop that he needed to find Marinette she was still in there. Talia, desperate to get Damian out of there, told him that Marinette had died and there was nothing he could do about it.

Damian stopped walking, shocked at having just heard the news Marinette could not be dead she was just as skilled as him and was the daughter of Sabine Cheng.

Damian had no time to find Marinette’s body but he swore he would bring her back one day.

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Word count: 567

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[legends-live-in-memories]

Business (Mis)Management

AYO you know the drill. MGI Trope Tussle! 

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Timari Oneshot 2.3K words

Summary: 

"Right before her, where her professor usually stood every Tuesday and Thursday, stood a surprise guest lecturer. One problem, though. Marinette hates the guy. She hates him and his stupid well-fitting suit that she dedicated actual blood sweat and tears into making. "

One shot using two prompts for this server event: Day 3:College AU Day 5: "Why'd you do that?" "I- I don't know..."

without further ado: 

It was Tuesday, bright and early at 9:30 am, and Marinette was ready to commit murder. She was sitting in her Intro to Business Management course with her cup of coffee and notepad ready and pencil about to snap in her grip. Right before her, where her professor usually stood every Tuesday and Thursday, stood a surprise guest lecturer. One problem, though. Marinette hates the guy. She hates him and his stupid well-fitting suit that she dedicated actual blood sweat and tears into making. 

Right there, on this awful Tuesday morning, stood one Timothy Jackson Drake Wayne looking all the world like he would rather be anywhere else; stupid rich people were all the same, thinking the world was doing them a favour by letting them grace everyone else with their presence. Marinette also wishes he was anywhere else but life doesn’t work that way. Her actual professor stood off to the side, waxing sonnets about how accomplished the young CEO was and Marinette listened to none of it. Rather, she was silently stewing in her thoughts, lost in how this man became the particularly large thorn in her side.

It was six months ago when she got an email asking for a commission. A commission for the exact three piece suit he was wearing today. He had gotten her contact from another client and his emailed request was perfect and professional. He had asked for the suit, listed all the required measurements and requested any personalizations he wanted. They couldn’t meet for any in-person fittings so it was currently both aggravating and satisfying to see it fit his lean figure so perfectly. The drama didn’t start, however, until two weeks after, when Marinette had sent the finished product to the designated address. While Marinette isn’t one for showboating and bragging about her capabilities, it grinds her teeth when others try to talk down on her skills. 

When Marinette had sent off the suit, and emailed the man that the package was to be expected within three business days, she got a rather crude email in response, labeling her work as ‘tacky’ and a ‘pathetic attempt at wiggling her way into his family’s pockets.’ That had her doubletaking at the sender, making sure it wasn’t some spam mail that she was reading. Nope, that’s his email right there. Marinette remembered a particular twitch she had in her eye the first time she read that email. It was one thing to be ungrateful of a finished product, Marinette was no stranger to harsh critiques and pieces that worked better on paper than as actualized designs, but the accusation of being a gold-digger set off warning bells that threw her back into the tenth grade where she had battles with a rich blonde with daddy issues. At least he had paid her in advance for the suit. Marinette would have been perfectly fine with silently cutting all ties with Mr. Wayne right then and there, and putting the whole ordeal behind her, until he decided that a crassly worded email wasn’t enough. No. He felt compelled to go on national television and insult her suit for everyone to hear. Marinette remembers his words perfectly, as if they were ingrained in her memory forever.

“You’ve seen the suits I’ve worn, I look like I escaped my own funeral. I’ve tried local, and outsourcing designers and tailors and nothing matches my taste. I’m only twenty-three and I dress like I’ve gone through my third divorce—”Marinette had turned off the television to shamelessly cry into her pillow. She couldn’t bear to hear him insult her design over the poorly timed laughs of the ‘live-studio audience’ that particular interview was filmed in front of. 

After that, Marinette had reaffirmed her conclusion that all rich people were assholes best left to their own privileged bubble. 

A solid clap snapped her attention back to the front of the lecture hall, eyes narrowing at the man by the podium. The presentation pulled up on the smart board indicated that he was going to be speaking to them about professionalism and how to engage in buyer-seller conversations. Oh that was bloody perfect. What did this guy know about any of those things? 

The time was 9:45 exactly when the guy decided to start his presentation. 

“Hello, everyone,” his voice was smooth and firm, not wavering while speaking before a hall filled with two hundred students. “My name is Timothy Drake-Wayne but you all can just call me Tim. It’s lovely to meet all of you and I’m honoured to be here speaking for you today.” 

Cue a very predictable, very standard, very boring introduction. Marinette was beginning to tune out at this point.

“To start off this presentation, I would like to talk about misunderstandings in professional conversations.” He started walking across the front of the room. Slow and methodical; he knew he had all eyes on him and he was taking full advantage of it. Marinette wanted to gag. “Additionally, I want to discuss how to avoid them, and what to do if miscommunication occurs.”

Blah, blah blahblah. Marinette didn’t trust him as far as she could throw him.

“To start off, I’m going to talk about a situation I found myself in not too long ago.” That caught her attention. “It’s funny now and makes for great dinner conversation but not so much when it had happened. How many of you siblings?”

He paused and surveyed the room. His eyes passed over Marinette and for a brief second she thought he focused on her for a blink longer than necessary. She banished the thought from her mind; she didn’t have siblings so he had no reason to notice her.  

“Now,” he continued, “how many of you have siblings who aren’t afraid to sabotage your work when they’re mad at you?” 

Another pause as some of the students lowered their hands. Some were unsure and Marinette had a weird feeling in her gut. Her instincts were screaming at her but she couldn’t figure out why.

“Don’t feel shy,” the guy raised his hand to join the students, “my younger brother is a menace who can and has attempted to sabotage my business. Just recently in fact.”

Marinette looked around the room to see quite a few surprised faces. She was vaguely familiar with the Wayne family and remembered a few details about the youngest child. He was a menace, that’s for sure. As egotistical as any thirteen year old can be. That feeling in her gut returned with vigor. She was suddenly very alert and eager, almost desperate, to figure out how the ankle biter had sabotaged this man.

“About six months ago my brothers and I were butting heads as usual. My sister was enjoying everything while shit hit the fan from a safe distance. I’m not going to go into much details.” He’s arms were waving animatedly as he spoke. It was quite endearing. NO. Bad thoughts, Marinette. “The point of all this is that I pissed my younger brother off somehow. I don’t know, maybe I breathed too hard on his cat or something.” That got a laugh out of the students except Marinette. Six months. He said his brother had sabotaged him around six months ago. That gut feeling had turned her stomach into a pit, eating away at her nerves.

“My brother had hacked into my email and sent absolutely horrible replies to everyone that was marked as important in my contacts in a poor attempt at pretending to be me. Of course, most of those contacts work at Wayne Enterprises. It took a courtesy email explaining the mishap and a personal visit with an apology gift to clear the air. Now for the contacts who don’t work at Wayne E, that’s where it gets tricky.”

Marinette was holding her breath, wishing for this day to already be over and for the ground to open and swallow her whole. She both hoped she was and wasn’t wrong. On the one hand, it meant that he was truly that harsh in replying to her and she wasn’t among the contacts his brother emailed, justifying her slowly dwindling fury. On the other more plausible hand, it meant that he wasn’t responsible for the crude email. It still didn’t explain the interview he did but…but she never did watch the entire thing. She had started watching the interview already expecting him to tear her down. He never referenced her suit by any specifics before she had changed the channel. That probably meant that she had poorly misjudged him. But she would have been contacted in some way if she was among those people and she hadn’t. So he was still an ass to her. Right? 

“For those who I couldn’t visit in person,” Oh god, he was still speaking. “I sent them more personal emails compared to what I sent the employees. That was really the most I could do and I hoped for the best. I got a reply from most; they were rather understanding, actually, some even claiming that their own siblings would do something like that. It went over pretty well.” He suddenly had this forlorn look as he rubbed his hands absentmindedly against the suit. 

“While I was lucky that most of my contacts were understanding, one important thing to be prepared for is people who won’t be that forgiving. Do you see this suit I’m wearing? I love this suit. I will absolutely get buried in this suit. I had commissioned and received it just before the email fiasco and I, regrettably, never got a response when I tried to both thank and apologize to them. My brother had used my email to accuse them of being a gold-digger of all things. I would have loved to commission them again but it looks like my brother burned that bridge permanently.”

What? No. That’s not true and Marinette felt hot rage flare up in her. Was he really lying to try and save face right now? She felt the strong urge to interrupt him. To march down those steps and let him know exactly how she felt about him lying about emailing her to apologize. But, a treacherous hopeful part of herself whispered to her, she had to be sure. She had to have irrefutable proof that she wasn’t one of the victims to his rabid brother and he was just an ass. 

She couldn’t get to her phone fast enough. She searched for all the emails the two had exchanged, finding the most recent to be his harsh email. She had another niggling feeling, however, and decided to check her spam mail. 

Marinette has most definitely stopped breathing. 

Right there, in bold letters sat a Wayne Enterprises email waiting to be opened and read. She couldn’t bring herself to click it open, ice flooding her veins, freezing her in her seat. She actually misread the situation. She wanted to scream. She wanted to cry. She wanted to bash her head on the table and grovel for forgiveness from this very handsome man. She didn’t do any of this, however, managing some degree of composure and sat through the remainder of his presentation. She would bet her left leg it was the best presentation she would have ever heard but she couldn’t recall a single word of it from that point on; too busy digging her own grave and writing her own eulogy. She could never show her face around Gotham again. Her life was ruined.

The sounds of people packing up had her crawling herself out of her own head. She mechanically packed her things up, gazing pathetically at her blank notebook. She made her way down the steps, eyeing the gaggle of students surrounding Marinette’s biggest missed opportunity to date. She was just about to walk straight out the door, resigning herself to her fate when she made a hasty decision. She turned to the dwindling crowd and marched like a woman on a mission. She wormed her away to stand directly in Tim’s line of sight and she braced herself for possibly her dumbest idea yet. She listened to the conversation going on and as soon as it appeared she was not going to interrupt anyone, she shot her hand out and grabbed him by his suit. The act caught everyone’s attention but before she could chicken out, she turned to leave and pulled the businessman along with her, leaving stunned silence behind. 

They didn’t get far out the door when he yanked her arm off him, stopping them in their tracks. He looked angry, confused but also very put out at her. Fair. 

“Why’d you do that?” 

“I— I don’t know.” His glare was intense. Marinette felt her face flush and her knees weaken. She wanted to make things right but it seemed she was only making things worse. She took a breath. Focus, she reminded herself. She just needed to address one problem at a time. “I mean, I do know why but I wasn’t supposed to do it like that. I just needed your attention.”

“Well now you have it. So what do you want?”

“I wanted to apologize. Not about dragging you out here. Yet. But for accidentally ignoring your apology email.” One of his eyebrows rose incredulously as she kept talking, but she ignored it and powered on. “It was, for some reason, in my spam mail and I didn’t see it. But if it’s any consolation, I would love it if you commissioned me for another suit. Or anything else really.” 

“Pardon?” He didn’t believe her, or was at least confused by her, that much she could tell.

“You suit. I made it. Here, look.” She turned her phone screen, showing him their conversations in her emails. At his slightly more relaxed posture she continued speaking. “I’m glad you like the suit.”

“Huh.”

“Also I’m sorry for dragging you out here.” She had curled her shoulders into her ears, still holding her phone out like an idiot. His chuckle in response eased her nerves only slightly. He had a cute laugh. And he was cute too. Bad thoughts! Stop getting distracted!

“Okay, I’ll accept your apology if you accept mine.” The carefree smile he threw at her was disarming. “And I would love to talk more about working with you, Ms. Cheng.”

“Marinette, please, Mr. Wayne.” She could breathe easier now, no longer on the verge of catastrophizing. “If you want to get started as early as possible, I’m free for an early lunch right now.”

“Only if you call me Tim. And lunch sounds great actually. I know a great bistro off campus if you will let me escort you.” He really needed to stop smiling at her like that. Her heart couldn’t take it.

“Sounds wonderful. Lead the way.” He turned and offered her his arm. She was slow to move, still faintly caught in the emotional whiplash of the morning. Her gentle grip on his bicep was enough for her to feel the muscle definition under the suit. It pleasantly surprised her but not nearly as much as his next words.

“Perfect. It’s a date.”

What?

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[nutellaneedsanap]

Incorrect quotes

Chloe: Would you shoot your soulmate in the leg for 10 million dollars?

Jason(to Marinette): You shoot me in the leg once, it gets better, and we'll buy a huge ass mansion.

Marinette: You can shoot me too, we'll have 20 million dollars.

Jason: Good idea, fuck the system.

Roy: MDC is literally worth billions????

#maribat #jasonette #mgi trope tussle

[phis-corner]

you be the sun, i'll be the moon- just let your light come shining through; and when night comes, just like the moon, i'll shine the light right back to you.

very messy and the style is inconsistent because i started this a short while ago bUT have some wallynette angst :)

((for the mgi trope tussle - this isn't explicitly team soulmates, but soulmates were the idea i had in mind with the whole sun/moon thing))

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[jjmjjktth]

He Just Vanished!

Hi guys! Heres a short story for the MGI Trope Tussle event! (I’m part of the childhood friends team) 

Marijon, 343 words

       Marinette and her mother would visit the Kent’s every summer ever since she was very young. Sabine had met Lois back when she was in college as foreign exchange student and they had been in contact ever since. In fact, Lois was named Marinette’s godmother! So, they visited, every year. 

        When Marinette and Jon were seven years old, she began to notice little things when she visited the farm that June. Whenever Mr. Kent did farmwork, he was never exhausted or sweaty no matter how long he worked or how much heavy-lifting he accomplished.  When Mari asked Jon, he just looked uncomfortable and changed the subject. 

        When they were eight, Marinette finally received the final piece if the puzzle that was the Kent family. Jon and she were playing tag one summer; Marinette was winning. However when she was about to tag Jon, he wasnt there. She blinked and stopped. Jon vanished! Marinette looked around and could not see him. Making a decision to at least thoroughly look for Jon before calling for the parents, Marinette started walking around the farm poking things with a stick. 

        “Jon? Where are you?” No answer. “Jon? Please stop hiding.” Marinette sighed and whispered, “Maybe I should get Mr. Kent.” It was good luck that she was standing right next to Jon when she said that. 

        “Please don’t, not yet,” Jon mumbled. Marinette turned and moved som hey aside to reveal Jon, he looked upset.

        “Don’t get me for what?” they both froze. 

        “Hi! Mr. Kent! It was nothing!” Clark just gave her and Jon a look. “I was just going to ask for your help in finding Jon, he just disappeared for a second.” Marinette gave him the biggest, most innocent smile she could manage. Clark looked unimpressed and seemed to come to a decision.

         “Allright, you two. It’s time for lunch, you better come inside before you starve out here.” He said with a smile. Mari and Jon glanced at eachother before smiling and following Clark inside; a silent agreement to talk about this later.

#mgi trope tussle #childhood best friends #maribat #marijon #hopefully the next one will be longer :( #luv ya

[ashbrea381writings]

Fractals and Feathers: Chapter two, Information

“Colored cracks may appear in cases where a soulmate dies and is subsequently resuscitated.” Tim quoted as he sat back from the computer. “This happens frequently with heart patients and those in bad motor accidents.” 

“Yes, but these are a lot of them… And they’re gold.” Damian commented with a sigh. “And Kent has mostly gold with a few red ones. It shouldn’t be possible for someone to die and be resuscitated that many times!” He began pacing around behind Tim, muttering. “There must be some kind of magic involved here, perhaps Mother is behind this, Grandfather always hated my wings, it could be some sort of magic they’re using to try and make me think my soulmate is dead, but it didn’t work right.”

“Baby Bird, that doesn’t explain Jon’s wings.” Dick commented as he walked in, removing his mask and wiping some sweat from his forehead. “Besides, I did some recon too, it seems like a few people who’s soulmates are in Paris have experienced the same thing. When they called their soulmates in a panic over the cracks that had appeared, they were told that there is a new set of Supers in Paris. And one of them has the power to reverse all the damage done by the Villain… Including death.”

Tim gave a groan, typing furiously as he tried to get past the firewall that kept rewriting itself. “I can’t get any info out of Paris. I even set my VPN to and address in Paris, but it somehow keeps blocking me.” He growled in frustration as a window opened on the screen previously just covered with code, showing a young woman with dark, blue-black hair in a high ponytail and a red and black mask over eyes that practically glowed blue.

“Will you stop that?!” She snarled in heavily accented English. “I don’t care who you are, but you need to keep your noses out of our business.”

Thankfully, Tim and Damian were still masked up, and Dick was able to turn around before the video fully opened. “We work with the Justice League, if people are dying repeatedly and are only brought back by magic it IS our business.” Nightwing responded in his best Batman impression as he turned around with his mask back in place. “I’m assuming that would be you who does this?”

“Yes, it is, and I would appreciate it if you and your superpowered friends stayed away from my city.” She seemed to set whatever the camera was attached to on a ledge, showing a stunning view of Paris behind her. “We have it handled here and we don’t need any of your friends making our jobs harder.”

“Isn’t your job to protect the citizens of Paris?!” Robin growled, stalking up to the screen and glaring behind his mask. “Yet somehow, those who we know have soulmates in Paris are suffering with the knowledge that their soulmates keep dying only to be brought back by some magic that might just stop working one day!”

“I don’t get a choice.” She responded, crossing her arms. “Hawkmoth won’t stop until he gets what he wants and I don’t feel like letting the world potentially end, thank you. We are working on his identity, but it’s difficult with the magics involved-such as the one that alerted me to your intrusion and prevents you from finding what you want.”

“And how are we supposed to trust you?” Red Robin asked, almost too casually for Robin’s preference, if the way his shoulders stiffened was any indication. “See, we have a couple people we know personally whose wings are covered in gold and red fractal patterns, and we’re awfully worried about people who have to sacrifice themselves that much. Especially since it obviously sticks long enough to make a mark, AND they all showed up within the last couple of weeks.”

“One of my team members is able to rewind time for a maximum of 5 minutes at a time, this allows the possibility of thousands of different aborted timelines, hence why the lines might show up multiple at a time. Because they might have died in a couple dozen of the timelines before we finally had a solution.” She sighed and pinched her nose. “We are up against a madman with a magic item that allows him to use negative emotions against us and make his victims do the dirty work for him.”

“Dirty work? What kind of dirty work?” Nightwing asked, frowning and crossing his arms in turn. “What does he want, exactly? And how does that potentially end the world?”

“He wants the magic items that myself and my partner use. The ones our team uses and that Hawkmoth and his partner use are from a set of them, I won’t tell you how many. Each has a different power, and the one’s my partner and I use happen to be the two most powerful, using the power of creation…” She paused and gestured to herself, glancing off screen for a moment. “And destruction, respectively.” She stepped to one side to reveal a young man in armored leather with cat ears on his head.

“When you combine them, you are able to make a wish. Would you trust the man who is willing to destroy Paris with such a wish?” The young man asked, his black and acid green wings flaring out as though in a threat display. “Or being able to use someone like Superman as a weapon?”

“How would that be possible?” Nightwing asked, “Also, since we will apparently be having a longer conversation than I expected, I’m Nightwing. These are Robin and Red Robin.” He added, pointing to them. “We would like to offer aid if we can, even from a distance if we needed to. I’m assuming that since you could connect to our computer with the magic you’re using, you could also exempt it from the magic.”

“That’s a bold assumption. I’m Ladybug, and this is my partner Chat Noir. While I could let you guys have an exception, I’m afraid I don’t see why I should trust you.” Her wings were also bristling, the red-and-black spots clearly caused by the magic they used just as Chat’s coloration obviously wasn’t natural.

“We are known for being detectives above all else. We don’t have powers, and one or two of us are even mentally well-adjusted enough that we could probably come to you guys without risking whatever happens with your villain.” Nightwing insisted.

“How about we come to you? Give us a place to meet with you in your city, we have a way to transport ourselves. I’d like to size you up before I give you any more information.” Ladybug countered, moving her hands to her hips. “I don’t trust that you’re nearly as well adjusted as you claim, I’m one of the most positive people on the face of the earth and even I have had to force myself out of mindsets that nearly got me Akumatized. It’s not as easy to avoid as you think.”

“What was that word? Akumatized?” Red Robin asked, frowning as he tried and failed to translate the word.

“It’s what we call it when someone has been taken over by Hawkmoth. He sends out a butterfly corrupted by magic and turns normal people into a villain. Once the Akuma -the butterfly- is purified the victim does not remember any of what happened while they were Akumatized.” The Bug and Cat pair exchanged a glance, making frustrated faces at each other.

“What was that look?” Robin asked, still angry that they weren’t giving him what he wanted. “The look you two had just now?”

“We… We’ll tell you after we decide if we want help from you.” Ladybug sighed. “I’ve added a way for you to message me on my device I’m using to talk to you, it’ll show up as an app on your computer. Don’t use it for trivial matters or I’ll just lock you out. Give me a time and place to meet, using my timezone preferably, and I will do my best to have both me and Chat be there to discuss matters further.” With those last, brisk words, Ladybug reached for her device and cut the call.

“Well, that was rude.” Red Robin huffed, picking up his phone to show Batman’s face in a video call there. “Did you hear all that, B?”

“I heard. Send coordinates for the top of Wayne Enterprises, for 9:00 pm Paris time tomorrow.” He instructed, sighing from his seat in the Batmobile. “We will all meet them there, let her know that myself and the three of you will be there.”

“Copy that, B. Sending the information now.” The young man typed quickly, double-checking what time that would be for them. “That’s the middle of the afternoon, are you sure?”

“Yeah, nobody has anything scheduled for tomorrow, and she sounded about the same age as Robin. With all that considered, I don’t know if they DO have civilian plans early the next day, so I’d rather err towards them having more time to sleep.”

Reading the return message, Red Robin began to chuckle. “They want to meet us at 4am Paris Time, as they already get up that early to do other things and missing half an hour or so wouldn’t be an issue.”

“Very well, if that’s part of their routine, we can handle that.” Batman answered, seeming interested to know what the heck had them up that early.

#mgi trope tussle #maribat #daminette #dc #miraculous ladybug #wing au #soulmate

[pawsitivelymiraculous]

MGI trope tussle! Goooo Soulmates 🎉

Prompt: "I like your costume, you look very cute." "Are you making fun of me? "

Apparently Jason hasn't learned that his new soulmate, despite being tiny, she is to be feared.

@mgi-events

#maribat #ml x dc #mlb x dc #my art #my trash art #I know this is terrible im sorry but I wanted to do something XD #jason×marinette #jasonette #mgi trope tussle

[maribat-newsletter]

Maribat? Get in! Server events

With all the discord servers out there, one has currently been rising in popularity within the Maribat community. On the 6th month anniversary of its creation, the server announced its first event: MGI Civil War. According to the owner of the server, Issa, she wanted to host the event for a while, but it never became a reality, "I always wanted to do an event for the server, probably since the first month. But coordinating as just a mod was pretty much impossible." After becoming the server owner, she went ahead with the event idea after discussing it with the other mods. Thus became the birth of the first Maribat? Get in! event, known across Tumblr and ao3 as The MGI Civil War.

Ships were put against each other as the members began to create a large flood of content for the Maribat ship they supported. For a whole week, content for each ship was posted at an alarming rate, effectively confusing the people of Tumblr who were not yet affiliated with the server. The event seemed to be booming in popularity more than expected as the number of works far exceeded expectations. "So, when we tried this our vision was WHATEVER they wanna send just send something we never imagined we would get more than 200 works.”

The event had not only allowed for the creators to come up with all sorts of new ideas, but also helped the creators for each group work together. Each group worked tirelessly and grew closer in the process. “Working together with people we sometimes don’t interact as much. I personally got more close to people like Tea and Snek, and that made me really happy. And I saw tons of you experiencing the same thing.” Despite being members of the same server, not everyone is as close to another as they would be to someone else. The creation of the event allowed for those who don’t interact much to learn more about each other and grow closer.

With the success of the first event, the second event, Troupe Tussel, was quickly planned and implemented. When asked what had inspired her to start another event Issa said “All the lovely content you all made hearing some saying this made them do content they would pull out usually in months, hearing them say they were inspired by some of the amazing entries, reading all that cool ideas you all pulled”. Once again, members will be going off against each other as they battle with their creativity and skills. In a week the 3 teams did exactly 111 works which included fics and art.

You can find all the works and artwork for both events by searching up mgicivilwar and mgitropetussle on tumblr and ao3.

@mgi-events Is where the owners reblog all the stuff and where they have events updates

Server link

#maribat #mgi civil war #maribat newsletter #mgi trope tussle

[nightlychaotic]

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.

“Fineee,” he replied, mock pouting. Looking over to make eye contact with Dick. “And this is the second best ballroom dancer in Gotham?”

“Second best?”

“After Mari here of course. Don’t think she hasn’t told me all about your two’s rivalry. What she failed to mention was that her rivalry was with Bruce Wayne’s eldest.”

Marinette looked over at him eyes wide, before burying her head in Adrien’s chest.

“Kill me now, Chaton. Release me from my torturous existence.”

“Nope. Luka wants to see you and we both know Alya would drag you back from death to be at her wedding,” he replied, peeling her off his chest, before holding a hand out to Dick. “Adrien Agreste. Pleasure to officially meet you Dick.”

“You too, Adrien. I was sorry to hear about your mother and father.”

Adrien waved him off. “Thank you. I’d rather not talk about that though. No need to dampen the mood at the moment. Anyway, shall we?” he asked, grabbing Marinette’s bags and throwing them in the trunk of the car, Dick placing his in as well. “That everything?”

“Yep. Let’s go. I need a bed before everyone shows up Wednesday for fittings.”

“It’s Monday, Mari,” Adrien replied, as the driver started the car and pulled out.

“I know. Today is for sleep. Tomorrow is last minute detailing and fittings for you, Luka, and Dick. Wednesday and everyday after is for alterations and Maid of Honor duties.”

“If you want to take a nap now, I’ll carry to your room and get everything set up while you catch up on some much needed sleep.”

“You remember where everything goes?” she asked, yawning.

“Yep. And I’ll hang up all the garments first thing.”

“Thank you, Chaton.”

“Of course, Princess. Get some sleep.”

Marinette, nestled back into her seat, and closed her eyes, tilting slightly as she relaxed, so her head rested on Dick’s shoulder. He felt his cheeks heat slightly as she slept there. The two boys sat in silence for a minute, Adrien grinning at him.

“You like her, don’t you?”

“No.”

“You do,” Adrien declared after studying him for a moment. “How’s falling for your competition?”

“Honestly, it just happened. But you two have something going on so I won’t stand the way of that.”

Adrien laughed. “I’m in a very committed relationship, and even if I wasn’t I’m gay, and Mari knows it.”

“Oh.”

“Good luck though. She can be a bit stubborn when it comes to her feelings.”

“Duly noted.”

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“So you and Adrien seem close.”

“We went to lycee together. He’s like a brother to me.”

“And you have no problem with his father being Hawkmoth?”

She froze, placing her work down and fixing him with a cold glare. “Adrien is not his father if that is what you are trying to say. He is quite the opposite in fact and has never done anything remotely on the scale that Gabriel did. I was honestly not expecting that type of sentiment from you, Grayson.”

“No! No nonono. I’m not trying to insinuate anything like that. I just know a lot of people who would. It’s nice to find others who don’t.”

“You’ll find I’m not that shallow.”

“I’m glad,” he heard himself say, as Marinette froze once more as she was picking her work back up.

“Is that so?”

“It is.”

She simply hummed giving him a once over, before glancing back at her work. “I’m glad you aren’t either,” she said simply before returning to her work, in silence.

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The two weeks went by quickly, Marinette somehow managing to get Dick to avoid meeting the majority of the wedding party, excluding Adrien, until the day of the wedding. Cursory introductions were made as she was whisked away, leaving him behind with Luka.

She got ready, and went around helping take care of any last minute fixes and preparing Alya to walk down the aisle. Time flew by as the ceremony came and went, she found herself next to Dick once more, with Adrien and Luka beside them at the small table for dinner, when Alya and Nino made their rounds. They had barely managed a greeting before Alya started with her questions.

“So how did you two meet?” Alya asked leaning forward slightly as she looked at the two.

“I met my lovebug here at a ballroom dancing competition. Our partners bailed and were injured so we got thrown together. I got her number afterwards, and the rest is history,” Dick lied, twisting the truth to throw them together instead of sparking their rivalry in the circuit.

“Lovebug?” Adrien asked, humor in his voice, as he turned to face Marinette his question clear on his face. “I didn’t realise you were that serious about him, M'Lady. You told him?”

Marinette glared at Dick for a quick moment and took a deep breath, pinching her nose. “No. I didn’t. He doesn’t know, Chaton,” she said softly, as Adrien’s face just went ‘Oh.’

“Doesn’t know what, lovebug?” Dick asked, looking down at her with a small grin.

“That is nothing that concerns you at the moment, Love.”

“You two have to dance then. You must be amazing at it. Please?”

Marinette glanced over at Dick, as she started to give an excuse, “We wouldn’t want to possibly take away from your big day, Alya.”

“Girl, it would make my big day.”

He grinned at Alya, cutting in before Marinette could say anything else. “We’d love to. It is your wedding, it’d be cruel to say no to such a small request.”

“Yes! After our first dance then?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Well we need to finish our rounds but I can’t wait. It was nice to meet you finally,” Alya said, sweeping away.

“See ya later dudes, dudettes,” Nino followed after his wife with a small, amused smile at her antics.

“So Melody, how’s Gotham been treating you?”

“Good. It’s been night and day from Paris. It’s been refreshing.”

“Refreshing?” Dick asked, staring at her. “That’s not something I normally hear from newcomers.”

“Luka don’t you need to go help your dad set up?” Adrien cut in. Luka chuckled before standing, giving Adrien a quick kiss on the cheek as he straightened.

“You're right. I’ll see you after the wedding?”

“Of course. Break a leg up there.”

“Thanks. Nice to meet you Dick,” he said as he left, disappearing backstage.

Marinette relaxed slumping over slightly, glaring at Adrien. “‘I didn’t realise you were that serious about him,’ really? You know this isn’t real.”

Adrien grinned. “Did I? I must have forgotten.”

“You and I both know you didn’t. You’ve been spending too much time with that stupid cat lately,” she muttered, looking at him.

“After 10 years you really don’t expect some of his personality to rub off on me, M’Lady?”

“I think I liked you better when you were a shameless flirt than I like chaotic troublemaker, chaton. And you sent away Luka who balances you out.”

“But now you two can drop the act for the most part for a little. You have at least 5 minutes until the first dance.”

“I can’t help but feel like I’m missing something here. Am I?” Dick cut in.

“Yes!” Adrien replied.

“No!” Marinette replied at the same time.

“So I am. Care to enlighten me, My Little Lovebug?”

“No I do not. Now is not the time nor the place and Adrien knows this.”

“Please, Princess. You know there’s no danger here.”

“Nope. Not now, Kitty.”

He opened his mouth to reply when the announcement for the first dance, Dick stood and offered his hand to Marinette. She took it and gave him a small, albeit tight, smile. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Anything for you.”

She stared at him for a moment, trying to read him as they made their way to the dance floor, as the music began playing, and the first dance commenced. The couple moved well together, clearly something that had been rehearsed until it had become second nature, the newlyweds had beaming smiles and eyes only for each other as they danced. There was a loud round of applause as they finished with a kiss, holding it there for a minute before they broke apart. They smiled at their guests as Alya zoned in on Marinette and Dick, all but physically dragging them onto the dance floor as she enthusiastically gestured at the two of them to come.

“Gotham’s finest ballroom dancers, one of them being my best friend and maid of Honor, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, have agreed to give us a dance tonight,” Alya announced as she and Nino left the dance floor before the music started.

Marinette felt Dick lightly grab her hand as the two moved and began to dance together. A simple waltz, one easy enough to do with little practice and no partner and to add small flourishes here and there.

“So what was Adrien referring to earlier?” he asked, placing his hands on her waist and lifted

Her eyes widened as she folded backwards in the lift, pulling herself back up as he lowered her down, the two falling back into step gliding around the dance floor. “Something he knows better to mention. I don’t know why he’d bring that up now unless- oh. Oh I am going to skin that mangy alley cat after we get home,” she muttered. “It’s something that no one unless they are directly involved knows about, and he knows that.”

“Got a dark secret I should be concerned about, Lovebug?”

“Secret? Yes. Dark? No. What caused you to come up with that nickname anyways?”

“It seemed to fit,” he said, as his mind started to run. Lovebug set off Adrien’s question. M’Lady. Chaton, They talk like the clips of-

“You’re Ladybug, aren’t you?” he murmured leaning in slightly as he swept her around. Her grip tightened as he said that, all but confirming it for him. “Don’t worry. I’m familiar with keeping similar secrets.”

“You better keep it to yourself. I can point out who’s safe later, but know that this is a lot of trust I’m putting on you.”

“Believe me I know. May I say you look beautiful tonight.”

“Upgrading to flirting now are we? I was unaware you’d had that much to drink.”

“I haven’t. This is only for you,” he replied, grinning as her cheeks grew pink.

The two danced in silence, studying each other for the rest of their dance. A small laugh escaped from her as they did one final lift. Placingher gently back on the ground the two finished their waltz. They ended up staring each other in the eyes for a moment before their lips met, the rest of the wedding guests seemingly disappearing for the moment, until they broke apart.

“May I take you on an actual date after we get back to Gotham?” he asked.

“I think I’d like that.”

“It’s a date then. For our first time dancing together, I believe we were pretty en pointe.”

“Oh god, not another one,” she groaned to herself, leaning against him slightly as they moved off the dance floor. “You’re going to be as bad as Chat,” she complained, with a soft smile as she shook her head.

“How’d it go?” Adrien asked, coming up from behind him.

“Better than I expected.”

“I hoped it would go well. You can make a heart dance if you just give it a beat.”

#MGI Trope Tussle #Maribat #Dickinette #Enemies to lovers #i think #i tried at least #No beta this is tussle #Trope Tussle ~ Enemies to Lovers #Very fluffy i think

[ali-kitkat]

Departure

a companion to yesterdays work of childhood friends daminette

Marinette was grateful that she hadn’t managed to put away all of her weapons yet, not that she was going tell that to Damian, especially while they were racing down hallways. She could hear sounds of fighting, swords clanging and gunshots ringing out from all around. Something big was happening and whatever it was wasn’t good. 

They had just reached a balcony when they heard a scream coming from above. Both of their heads snapped up. A burning body was falling from above them. She watched as it hurtled downwards, a glint of metal catching her eye. A paldron. That was the Demon’s Head falling.

She let out a gasp and heard Damian whisper, “Grandfather.”

She turned to face Damian, he was already looking at her, and saw the resolve in his eyes, she nodded her head in agreement and they took off. 

It felt like an eternity had passed as they raced past the various fights going on around them. 

When they finally reached Ra’s, they found Slade was standing over him with his sword held high in his hands ready to drive it down into the elder al Ghul. Damian launched himself at Slade with a vicious shout, before Slade could drive his sword down and Slade was knocked back several feet. 

Marinette could only watch as her companion crouched over his grandfather’s body. Out of the corner of her eye, she could see Slade rise to his feet. Without any warning she threw herself between the two, in hopes of giving Damian a chance to collect himself. She threw a dagger at Slade, drawing his attention to her rather than Damian. She raised her sword and charged towards him.

“So he employs younglings now does he?” Slade grinned, deflecting her attacks. Marinette snarled at him and lunged, her blade at the ready. Her strike was deflected and Slade’s sword struck her in the side. 

She moved her free hand down to her side and pressed down, swallowing the scream that had bubbled its way up her throat and scrambled backwards, away from Slade. She quickly glanced down to see that his sword had sliced clean through her armor, the bandages and the previous stitches she had. 

Then suddenly Marinette was on the ground, her face flaring up in pain. She could feel blood start to flow down the sides of her face. She opened her eyes and sucked in a breath, quickly squeezing them shut again, everything was dizzy. She couldn’t focus, couldn’t hear anything past her heavy panting and her own muffled whimpers. Her side burned more and more painfully by the second. 

“Look at me girlie.” Slade demanded and she shook her head, causing it to throb in pain. She felt a hand stroke her cheek before it tightly clenched her face. “I said look at me.” 

Marinette cracked an eye open. Slade was staring down at her, his lips twisted in a malicious grin and then she was picked up off the ground. She screeched as he jostled her around. She kicked a leg out at him, her right foot catching him in the chest but not dealing any type of damage. Slade chuckled at her and threw her to the ground and she cried out in pain.

She let out a whimper as she heard Slade’s laughter fill the air around her. Then she heard a sword being drawn and braced herself for the final blow. Only a blow never came. Instead she heard a thump and opened her eyes. She saw Damian fighting Slade. 

Marinette tried to stand but the damage Slade had dealt her kept her from doing so. She could only watch as Damian and Slade fought, she watched as the clashing of swords got harder to track. She could feel herself slipping, the blood loss affecting her ability to even focus. Her sight was beginning to blur and her eyes kept closing involuntarily. She glanced towards Damian, or at what she thought was Damian, and noticed a shift in his demeanor. He fought with renewed vigor. 

She closed her eyes since she was no longer able to keep track of the fight by sight, she elected to try to keep track by ear now. Almost immediately after she closed her eyes there was a crash.

“So you’re Talia’s little bastard,” Slade taunted, “not bad for a child. Now we end it.”

She could hear someone running, the wind whistling with the drawing of a sword and another crash, followed by a deafening cry of pain. 

“And now your heart, you tyrant!” Damian shouted, “You will die by my blade!” 

Marinette managed to crack open an eye to see Slade underneath rubble, his right eye bleeding and Damian standing in front of him. His sword was raised and aimed at Slade’s chest, but before he could drive into the traitor’s chest, Slade threw out his hand and the air around Damian quickly filled with smoke. 

“Marinette!” Damian shouted. She clenched her teeth together, her head pounding. A hand pressed against her side and she let out a pained gasp. She opened her mouth to tell him to stop but she couldn’t get a word out, her tongue felt heavy. 

“Stupid, reckless, girl.” He muttered as he tore something apart and tied it around her abdomen. “Not her, not like this.”

She lets out a laugh at his antics. “Friends, Damian.”  

“Yes, friends Marientte,” he agreed, “friends.” 

She nodded her head and let herself slip away. 

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Congrats on the engagement!

Damian was taking Marinette out on a date and hopefully he could propose to her this time.

He had tried multiple times to propose but he could never find the right moment.

When Marinette came down from their room all dressed up Damian blushed. Marinette looked gorgeous. She put on a cute red dress with a square neckline, three quarter sleeves that ended in cuffs, and a knee-length tulle skirt.

They had known each other since they were children when Talia took Damian on a mission to Paris and Marinette crashed into him. Marinette apologized but Damian just scoffed at her

Marinette glared at him because it was clearly an accident and yet here he was being rude to her.

Marinette just shoved him as she walked past him. When she got home she told her mother about the encounter she had with Damian.

Sabine told Marinette to not worry about it and that if she ever ran into him to just ignore him.

Two days later Marinette ran into Damian again. She didn’t listen to what her mom had told her and asked Damian if he had a problem with her and why was he so rude.

Damian of course told her to mind her own business but Marinette was determined to make Damian her friend and find out why he was the way he was.

Damian walked away but Marinette kept following him and pestering him. He finally yelled at her asking why she was following and annoying him. Marinette of course told him that she wanted to be his friend.

Damian thought that if he agreed then Marinette would leave him alone. So he agreed to be Marinette's friend and that was the start of a beautiful friendship.

Damian grabbed Marinette by the waist and pulled her in for a kiss and Marinette while shocked wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him back.

After some time they stopped kissing only to find out they had gained an audience. Marinette turned red but Damian just glared at his family .

Alfred offered to drive them to their date but Damian politely declined saying that he wanted to drive Marinette himself.

When they got to the French restaurant before Marinette could sit down Damian was already pulling her chair out so she could sit and when she sat down Damian pushed her chair in.

Damian was nervous so he started to fiddle with the box that had the ring inside. He wanted everything to be perfect he wanted to cherish this memory forever.

The waitress came by and asked if they wanted anything to drink Marinette ordered a water and Damian ordered a glass of champagne

When the waiter came back with their drinks Damian was getting ready to propose to Marinette.

Right when he was going to start his speech that he had memorized the waiter came by again and asked if they wanted anything to eat.

Marinette ordered Coq au vin and Damian ordered Quiche Lorraine

Once the waiter took their orders Damian started to prepare himself he opened his mouth to start talking but Marinette interrupted him by telling him how beautiful the restaurant was. Damian of course agreed with her but his mind was thinking of something else.

Finally, Damian found the correct moment to propose so he started his speech that he had practiced.

“Marinette when we first met I was a rude kid but you insisted on becoming my friend you continued being my friend even after finding out that I was an assassin you knew when I became robin and along the years my feelings grew for you I fell in love with you and you returned these feelings. What I’m trying to say is Marinette, will you marry me?”.

When he looked up he saw Marinette in tears and just as he was about to ask her if she was okay she said those words he wanted to hear “yes Damian I will marry you”. Delighted Damian stood up and put the ring on her finger and spun Marinette around laughing and crying. He put Marinette down only for Marinette to bring him in for a kiss.

Of course, everyone in the restaurant noticed and clapped once everything was done. Once they finished kissing they sat back down and stared at each other with love in their eyes.

When the server came over with their food they thanked her and she congratulated them on their engagement. Marinette and Damian finished their food. And were collecting their stuff to get into the car when people swarmed them to congratulate them, they thanked everyone but Damian was getting annoyed he just wanted to take his beloved home and cuddle with her.

On their way to the manor, they saw something had happened and stopped to see.

Worst mistake they have ever made

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Super-Rockin’ Wedding of the Century

AYO! Day 2 of MGI Trope Tussle! Team Enemies-to-Lovers for the win. I bring you another oneshot. but this time i used 3 prompts like a dumbass.

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Daminette Oneshot 4.3K words (no warnings except slight cursing)

Summary:

“Marinette is invited to the Super-Rockin' Wedding of the Century and she needs a date. Alya is both her best and worst wingman.”

Day 2 of MGI Trope Tussle, I used 3 prompts to make this thing: 1. "You don't have to like me, you just need to pretend you do." 2. "I like your costume. You look very cute." "Are you making fun of me?" 3. 'Write about a very unusual wedding proposal.' this is the culmination of all my efforts.

without further ado:

It was the biggest news on the internet. Global sensation, international rockstar, Jagged Stone, was officially engaged to childhood friend turned manager, Penny Rolling. Memes and fan theories stormed every corner of the web. Trending topics including #rockstar_wedding and #RollingStone permeated every social media platform. Guest lists were speculated, dress designers were tagged in every post that even mentioned the words ‘wedding’ or ‘bride’. It was total mayhem but none felt it worse than up-and-coming Parisian designer, M. D. Cheng, privately known as Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

The young adult was up to her neck in design templates, and was drowning in half-baked ideas and sketches. While the internet has only heard about the proposal for a solid two weeks at this point, Marinette was in the know for six months. Jagged Stone had contacted her in advance because he needed her help with the proposal itself.

And what a proposal it was.  

Jagged had outlined his idea in simple terms but it was still so mind-boggling that Marinette needed him to draw some visual aids to completely convey his idea. Initially it sounded simple enough but the more the man spoke, the more Marinette felt her brain fry at the mental picture. It first involved recreating a scene from Penny’s favourite movie. Which sounded rather romantic, if you ignored the fact that her favourite movie was Bride of Chucky. Then it involved Jagged dressed as the Tinman from Wizard of Oz. Oh, and the proposal had to happen on Halloween because that was the anniversary of their first date apparently, and based on everything else this plan entailed it might as well have been. Marinette’s role in all of this was to simply re-make the white wedding dress Chucky’s bride, Tiffany, wore because Penny already had the leather jacket to match. Of course she did. She didn’t even want to know how Jagged acquired the Tinman suit. Not her barrel of monkeys.

While many thought Jagged was the eccentric one of the pair, due to his loud personality and being an actual rockstar, the more Marinette worked for the two of them over the years, the more she learned how absolutely wrong they all were. It turned out it was Penny’s idea for Jagged to dye his hair purple, and she was the one to ask him out on Halloween all those faithful years ago. Her calm and collected demeanor was an impressive cover for the absolute weirdo she actually was. And Jagged had planned a proposal that was undoubtedly perfect for her. Regardless of how abso-fucking-lutely bizarre it was.

To each their own and let’s move on.

The set-up for the proposal started with Jagged, dressed as the Tinman, playing the part of Chucky, who begins the body-switching chant from the movie. Everything from that point on was resting on Penny’s love for the movie. Without hesitating, Penny, dressed as Tiffany, and playing her part, knew the lines by heart and immediately began reenacting the scene with Jagged. Her lines involved telling ‘Chucky’ to kiss her while she reaches for a knife that’s supposed to be in his pocket. Instead, as Jagged was still dressed as the Tinman, Penny pulled out a slip of paper. On said paper, the words ‘All the Tinman wanted was a heart’ were written in Jagged’s almost illegible chicken scratch. When Penny was distracted with the piece of paper, Jagged had gotten down on one knee and pulled out the engagement ring. The actual words of his proposal were never actually said because, upon seeing the ring, Penny flung herself into the man, clipping her chin into his metal-plated shoulder, but she wasn’t complaining.  

So that was how the proposal went.

Wedding planning started almost immediately since the newly engaged had already picked a theme. And this is where Marinette began to regret every life choice she has made since she was thirteen; starting with opening the mysterious box she found on her desk and ending with agreeing to being the main designer for the Rockin’ Wedding of the Century. One thing that wasn’t well-known but not a secret about Jagged was that he was a superhero fan. He grew up enjoying the fictional ones in his childhood comic books and he adored the real ones he witnessed in his adult life. His song that he dedicated to the teenage Ladybug was only one part of his… appreciation. His hero-worship went so far as to beieve that a hero-themed wedding was appropriate. Or he didn’t, but also didn’t care about adhering to societal propriety and went with that theme anyways. So the Rockin’ Wedding of the Century was now the Super-Rockin’ Wedding of the Century. And twenty-three year old Marinette was incharge of the entire wedding party’s outfits.

Perfect.

As a small mercy from some god, both the bride and groom to-be had a rather short list of people in their parties. Marinette was also able to design appropriate hero-themed outfits for all of them and scheduled them for fittings in the coming weeks. That, surprisingly, was the easy part as there were plenty of heroes to draw inspiration from. However, that wasn’t the cause of her current crisis right now.

No. Marinette was up to her neck in unnecessary designs and ideas because she’s been avoiding one particular contingency in her acceptance of the wedding invitation.

She needed a date.

She needed a date because she had promised Penny that she wasn’t overworking herself and to prove it, she would bring a date to the wedding. Rather than call any of the people who expressed interest in her at some point in time, she designated herself to wallow in her situation and distract herself with designs. In the midst of her one person pity party, her phone rang under the sea of ripped out pages. She scoured for the device and hastily answered before she could accidently send the caller to voicemail.

“Hello?” She didn’t check the caller ID and was delighted at the sound of her best friend answering her.

“Marinette! How’s it going over there?” Alya’s voice was mixed in with the busy street life of Metropolis. She had moved there immediately after high school, snatching an internship with the Daily Planet and attending the local community college. She and Marinette don’t call often due to time differences, but when they do it’s like they’ve never parted. She always looked forward to her calls.

“It’s going great, Als,” if she ignored her current dilemma, then yeah, everything was perfect. “But you wouldn’t happen to have an available bachelor willing to be my date to the ‘Super-Rockin’ Wedding of the Century’ in your back pocket, would you?”  

Alya’s answering laugh was both comforting and teasing and Marinette felt herself missing her even more. What she said next, however, took Marinette by surprise.

“Actually I do.”

“Pardon?”

“Well,” she took a pause to build suspense. “I know a guy who knows a guy. But it’s nothing shady, I swear.”

“That’s not comforting.” Oh god. What has she unintentionally signed herself up for?

“You know my coworker, Jon? The guy who does the photography for all my field work?” Alya had met Jon as soon as she had started her internship. Both of his parents were top journalists at the Daily Planet so he volunteered to act as tour guide for all the new interns. He and Alya, from the exasperated stories Marinette has heard from Nino, got along like a house on fire. If he was involved, Marinette was starting to doubt even further that this was going to end well for her.

“Yes, I know Jon. How is he by the way?”

“He’s fine, but I remember him telling me how he tried to set up his best friend on several dates over the years and how they all ended poorly. He’s as approachable as a brick wall; not just a prick but the whole damn cactus. Or so Jon says.” How does that sound like someone Marinette wanted to bring along with her to the wedding? “But he’s totally your type so I could ask Jon to wrap him up in bubblewrap and send him your way whenever you want.”

“How,” and Marinette said this with a lot of feeling, “is he my type exactly?”

“Green eyes with daddy issues.”

“ALYA!” Marinette was absolutely floored at her bluntness. She wasn’t even sorry about shouting into the receiver.

“Am I wrong? You have a type and he fits that type. Jon mentioned how this guy and his dad hit several roadblocks when they first met. And I’ve seen pictures of him so ‘green eyes’ checks too.”

“That is not my type of guy.” She can’t believe this was how this conversation was going.

“Adrien.”

“I didn’t even know who his father was at the time, Alya.”

“Felix.”

“His dad is dead! That doesn’t count as ‘daddy issues.’” She can feel her cheeks flaming as the call went on. Any hotter and she was going to set her sketchbooks on fire. “Besides, I dated Luka so he doesn’t fit the criteria.”

“He’s an outlier and that’s only because his eyes are blue.” Okay, fine she had a type. “And besides, you don’t even have to date the guy. You only need him to accompany you to the wedding and you both go your separate ways after. No harm, no foul.”

Right. That was true. No strings attached. She could do that.

“I can’t believe I’m saying this but,” she held her breath and let it out loudly, ignoring Alya’s chuckle at her dramatics.” Give Jon my number to give this guy. And send his number to me.”

“Wahoo! Look at you, girl,” Alya was hooting and hollering over the speaker and Marinette found herself going along with the theatrics. “Okay, I will. But I gotta go, my cab is here. Bye!”

“Bye! Stay safe. Oh before you go, what’s Jon’s friend’s name anyways?”

“Uh, Damian, I think.” The call ended before Marinette could respond, but it was okay she mused. Tossing her phone onto her couch, she flopped down onto her floor and stared at her ceiling contemplatively.

What could go wrong?

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When Alya had described this Damian guy as ‘not just a prick but the whole damn cactus,’ she was right. Marinette had been texting back and forth with Damian for a month, and the guy was making this idea seem less and less worth it by the day. Whenever Marinette tried to learn more about the guy, he would ghost her for days on end before replying with a half-assed response at best. She knew nothing about him other than that his first name was Damian and that he was from Gotham. She had no idea how the ball of life that was Jon was even friends with someone like Damian. She asked as much to Alya in their most recent call.

“How did they even meet?” She was pacing the floor plan of her apartment, ready to tear her hair out. “Did Damian bully him in school or something?”

“Apparently their dads knew each other and introduced them,” Alya sounded half awake, stifling a yawn; probably because Marinette had called her at 1 am, Metropolis’s time. “Their brothers being friends also forced them to get along.”

“And that’s another thing!” Marinette had paused in her pacing and was now staring intently at a potted plant in the corner of her living room. Any more rage in her glare and the plant would have wilted and died. “He doesn’t tell me anything about him. I don’t need to know all his personal information, but if he’s going to be flying out to Paris on my behalf, I think I at least deserve to know his last name.”

“Hey, M,” another yawn echoed through the speaker, “I love you, truly, but maybe this could wait for holier day time hours?”

“I guess,” a vindictive part of Marinette felt like this was payback for all those inopportune calls when Marinette was busy with clients. “Sorry for interrupting your sleep.”

“It’s no big deal. But have you tried talking to him about it? If he’s ghosting your texts, try calling him. If he ignores you then too then maybe you should try finding another person to be your plus one.”

“The wedding is in two weeks, Alya!” Marinette partially regrets waiting so long to vent her frustration about the situation but she had tried to tough it out. “I would have much preferred if you were my plus one. You sure there’s no way to convince your parents to skip out on the family trip?”

“Sorry, M. Once the news about the proposal hit the internet, I tried everything. I even tried to use work, saying that I could cover the ceremony for the newspaper. My folks won’t budge though. My dad’s aunt is important to him and he wants us all at the funeral.”

“Right, right, I forgot about that.” Now she felt like an ass. “Send you dad my condolences when you see him again.”

“Will do. Good morning, Marinette. And don’t worry too much about the guy. Everything will turn up great. I can feel it.”

“Thanks, Alya. Good night, get some sleep.”

The line went dead and Marinette let out a rather weary exhale. She had no idea how this was going to work. She pulled up her contacts and searched for what she had Damian saved as.

‘Douche’ flashed on her screen and she hit the call button without remorse. She didn’t care that it was also currently 1 am in Gotham. He didn’t deserve that much consideration from her.

“What?” His voice was gravely and deep. And also really pissed if his clipped tone was anything to go by.

“Damian? Hi, this is Marinette, the girl you’re accompanying to the wedding in two weeks?” Her voice was pitched as if she was dealing with an irritating customer. Fake and polite.

“I know who you are. Why are you calling me at this unreasonable hour?” Fair, but Marinette was still aggravated at him so she wouldn’t concede.

“I’m calling because we need to talk.” She heard him scoff over the line and she felt her blood boil even hotter. She took several calming breaths to reign her temper in. “Don’t hang up.”

“Look,” She didn’t give him a chance to refuse and kept talking, getting everything off her chest. “This wedding is important to me and I promised the bride I would bring a date. After that you can delete my number and we never have to speak to each other ever. You don’t have to like me, you just need to pretend you do.”

“Whatever,” he sounded less annoyed from when he first answered the phone. “I will act as cordial as the situation requires, and nothing more. I also have my attire secured for the wedding and accommodations in Paris already prepared. I will see you at the wedding.”

“Than—” The sound of the call ending interrupted her and her frustration was back tenfold. With a cry in anguish she flung her phone onto her couch and stomped into her kitchen to channel her rage into baking.

Three loaves of bread and a dozen eclairs later, Marinette felt calm enough to finish the final touches on her outfit for the wedding.

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It was the day of the Super-Rockin’ Wedding of the Century. The Rolling-Stone’s, as they were asking to be called, had kept the ceremony small. Relatively. Only two hundred invited guests, few of which were asked to bring a plus one. Marinette was over the moon at the array of outfits people were sporting. Some chose full-on cosplay while others, like herself, went for more subtle nods to the heroes. In honour of a previous Ladybug, Hippolyta, Queen of the Amazons, Marinette based her outfit off of Wonder Woman’s uniform, Hippolyta’s daughter. A navy blue sequined halter top bodice that flows into a blood red A-line skirt. She paired it with a thick silver belt, silver gladiator heels rather than boots and broad silver arm cuffs. It was simple but effective. Besides, all attention should be on the bride and groom today.

A tap on her shoulder caught her attention and she turned only to come face first with red with black spots. Ladybug. Someone chose her as inspiration. How flattering. Looking up to see who was wearing the Ladybug-themed suit jacket, she stared at a pair of deep forest green eyes and a sneer to ruin that ridiculously handsome face. She recognized him from the photo Alya had sent some time ago. Damian.

“Hi, Damian,” at least one of them had to be civil and Marinette knew it was going to be her. But the idea that of all the heroes for him to choose from he chose her sent her into poorly stifled fits of giggling. Images of him going ‘Lucky Charm’ and ‘Miraculous Ladybug’ were almost too much to bear.

“I don’t know what’s so amusing about my choice of attire,” his face was starting to flush in similar shades to his jacket and that made Marinette laugh harder. “Ladybug is a well respected heroine and I thought it appropriate to pay homage while in her home city.”

“No. No no. There is nothing wrong with it. I like your costume, you look very cute.”

“Are you making fun of me?” His irritation was rather cathartic for the still giggling woman.

“No, I just didn’t think you would have put that much thought into your outfit for today. You always gave me the impression that you were ready to back out at any time.”

“I made a commitment and I had all intentions to see it through the end.”

“Could have fooled me.” And her snark was back. Now was not the time to pick a fight with the guy, he did fly all the way to Paris on her behalf after all.

“I’ve been meaning to ask,” and Marinette wanted to know how he managed to sound so condescending with that statement. “How did you even get an invitation to this wedding anyways? You’re not a celebrity and you don’t look like family either.”

“Actually,” she said it with more force than what was probably necessary but his slightly accusatory tone was just so irritating. “I am the lead designer for the wedding party,” her chest was swimming with confidence at the chance to talk about her job. “I’ve worked with the bride and groom for years; M. D. Cheng, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”

Marinette will deny to her grave the rush of satisfaction at the absolute gobsmacked look on Damian’s face. A real fish out of water. Mouth open wide ready to catch flies. She wished she could capture this moment forever.

The moment was over too soon because Damian was regaining his composure and slipping into his default stoic expression. He cleared his throat and fixed a look at Marinette. It was rather intense.

“I believe I owe you an apology then.” He looked put-out at admitting something so menial. “I believed you were nothing more than a socialite chain climber.”

“A what?”

“When Jon reached out to me saying that a friend of one of his coworkers needed a date for an event, and when that event turned out to be the wedding of someone of such popularity, I figured you were only trying to increase your own social status by showing up with me on your arm.”

“And you said ‘yes’ anyways?” Marinette was confused but pieces of the mystery that is Damian were starting to fit in place. But something else stuck out as odd to her. “Also, how would you being my date increase my social status anyhow?”

He scoffs before answering. Bitch.

“What? It wouldn’t be the first time one of Jon’s set-ups ended that way. Besides, we’ve had an agreement that I can’t turn down an offer until meeting the person face to face.” Weird deal but some friendships are just like, Marinette supposes. “And being seen with me is enough to make anyone more popular.”

“...And you are?”

“Damian… Wayne…” He spoke as if he was talking to a small child. As if it should be obvious who he was like he was some celeb— Oh shit.

A name had flashed into her mind. On the finalised guest list, Marinette had only seen it once in passing, there was a name that belonged to someone Jagged was rather excited to see. He said the friend was an old college buddy. She remembered that much. She had completely forgotten that ‘a billionaire playboy’ was also attached to the name. Damian was the son of Bruce Wayne. Suddenly everything in the past few months made perfect sense. The cold shoulder, the ghosting, and his prickly disposition. He was overly guarded because he had justified reasons to be. Now she felt like an ass.

“Oh.” Real intelligent, Marinette.

“Oh? What, you didn’t know?” He sounded incredulous at the notion and he had every right to be. Marinette could only shake her head. Words were failing her now, her brain trying to rewrite the memories of every interaction the two ever had.

She was saved from further mortification by a call for everyone to find their seats. The wedding was about to begin.

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The ceremony was beautiful. Penny’s dress was a silver grey, tied back with a golden belt. Instead of a long train, Marinette had attached a black cape that shimmered in the right lighting. Penny wore a tiara with two peaks to imitate the ‘bat-ears.’ A Batman-themed wedding dress was not something she ever saw herself making, but she was proud at how beautiful and confident Penny looked in it. Jagged was adorn in a royal blue suit with bold red lapels. He also had a matching red cape. His hair was styled in the familiar sleek way Superman wears it. The two made quite the pair.  

The reception was a lively affair. Jagged had dedicated several songs to his new wife and they dazzled the crowd on the dance floor. Marinette didn’t pay much attention to the speeches beyond a quick glance at Damian when his own father stepped up to the podium. He had buried his head in his hands, looking like he wanted the floor to swallow him whole. A courtesy pat on the back was all Marinette gave to him.

The two hadn’t really spoken much since the revelation that they had completely misjudged each other. The awkward tension was almost palpable. As Marinette was gathering the courage to speak to him, to try and officially clear the air, she was being dragged by one of the bridesmaids onto the dancefloor. It was time for the bride to throw the bouquet. All the unmarried women were being corralled into a tight cluster and Marinette got swept up in the tide.

Marinette wasn’t focusing on the actual game, trying her hardest not to get trampled, when she saw something move in her periphery. Years of being Ladybug had left her with finely honed instincts so she could not be blamed when she immediately jumped and caught the incoming object. The bouquet. She had caught the bouquet. Oh that was just her luck. Deafening squeals of delight brought her out of her own head and she was suddenly being embraced in Penny’s arms. She returned the hug, sharing in her delight, before breaking away to sit down.

“Nice catch.” His voice had surprised her, she hadn’t expected him to speak to her for the rest of the night.

“Uh, thank you. Just lucky, I guess.” Damian didn’t get the chance to respond because he was being dragged by his own father to join all the bachelors in catching the garter. Marinette was equally uninterested in this spectacle and had let her mind wander to other things.

A loud uproar caught her attention again and her eyes zeroed in on Damian holding the tossed garter. He made his way back over to her, dropping himself into his seat gracelessly. The two sat in silence, contemplating the implications of them both catching the garter and bouquet. The games were done purely for tradition’s sake, with total disregard of what it was supposed to symbolise. Still. One’s mind couldn’t help but wander. Minutes ticked passed and Marinette was beginning to wonder if someone was going to talk about the elephant in the room.

“So,” Damian’s voice was slightly strained, like he wasn’t used to being this flustered. It was kind of endearing. Wait what?

“So.”

“While marriage seems far out of reach for right now,” Oh god. He was going to talk about it. “How does dinner sound, next Friday?”

“Wait,” he wanted to spend more time with her? After their disastrous first impressions? “Really?”

“Really. I believe we started off on the wrong foot,” he let out a soft chuckle, almost self-deprecating. “Which isn’t really new for me, but it’s not everyday I meet someone who doesn’t recognise me at first glance. I think you’re someone who I would like to get to know better. If that is something you are also interested in.”

“Yeah,” Marinette knows all about wanting to get acquainted with someone who she’s had a bad first impression of. Just look at her past relationships. Wow, she really does have a type. Damning thoughts for later. “Friday works for me. Seven pm?”

“Perfect. I’ll text you the details then.”

“Wonderful, I can’t wait.”

The rest of the evening was spent in companionable silence with small bouts of conversation in between. They shared a couple dances on the floor and parted ways at the end of the night with budding anticipation for Friday.

As Marinette was preparing for bed that night in the comfort of her apartment, she sent a text to Alya that her friend would see later in the day.

You were right, I do have a type :(

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Not my best work, but its the fourth time I redrew it and did the water color and it had the best result so I'm posting it anyways

the words are what was said at their first meeting, her as ladybug and him as a batman that had just started out. this is set in 2029, which is why mari has gen z humor.

(it was also supposed to be daminette but i couldnt get damian's skin tone right so now its brucinette)

#and yeah the arms kinda suck #deal with it #maribat #mgi trope tussle #brucinette #bruce x marinette #im going to regret posting this later but oh well #soulmates #team soulmates

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Die By My Blade Tyrant

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“My name is unimportant - you tyrant will die today by my blade.” Kagami stated, holding her new sword that Marinette had given to her for her birthday at the neck of one Damian Wayne. 

Luka was doing his best to calm Kagami down. He did not want her to impale his soulmate with her sword. Unfortunately Damian didn’t seem to be sharing the same sentiment as Luka, because instead of backing down he stood his ground against Kagami, which was not helping the situation. 

'Damian, you're not helping the situation by doing that!' He mentally screamed at his soulmate.

'Tt, relax, it will be fine.' Damian mentally responded back to him.

Yeah not helping.

Another person not helping the situation was Marinette who was currently laughing hysterically with her soulmate, Jon, who just seemed relieved it was Damian and not him being confronted. Lucky, Kagami wasn’t trying to run him through with her sword. 

“Kagami, what did Damian ever do to you?” Luka asked, struggling to hold her back from attacking said boy. 

“You didn’t witness him in his younger days, Luka. However I did.” Kagami stated, her narrowed eyes never leaving Damian. Luka raised an eyebrow at that.

'Care to explain?' 

'Later.'

Damian got a slight ashamed look before sighing and responding to Kagami’s statement, “I will admit that the actions I made in the past were rude and wrong. I sincerely apologize for what I did when I was a foolish child.” 

Kagami widened her eyes in surprise at his apology. The Damian Wayne she remembered would never apologize for his actions, even if he was wrong. Still she did lower her sword or loosen her grip on it.

“Kagami, whatever mistakes he made, or whatever he did to upset you is in the past. We’ve all made mistakes, you included, can’t you at least take a chance to get to know him now. He’s not a jerk, not to me at least.” He mumbled that last part to himself as Kagami finally stopped trying to attack Damian. 

It seemed that during this time Damian had come to his own revelation as well, “Wait, you’re Kagami Tsurugi!” He said in shock. 

'You didn't know?'

'No!'

“You finally figured it out. Took you long enough.” She tried to get in a surprise hit when Luka dropped his guard but Luka was quicker and went back to keeping her at bay. 

“I am truly sorry for what I said-”

“Don’t be.” Kagami cut him off before silencing herself. She took a moment to think of what to say as Luka cautiously let her go. “Despite you being a little shit,” Marinette let out a dramatic gasp at the cuss word and Jon copied her. Kagami suppressed an eye roll and then continued, “You made me realize something. I don’t need to be perfect to be happy. You were the perfect example of that, to both me and my mother you were perfect, and yet you seemed miserable when we interacted. So thank you for that.” 

“Your welcome?” Damian phrased it more like a question than a statement. 

“That still doesn’t make you worthy of my friend though.” Kagami resumed her trying to attack Damian and Luka resumed holding her back. 

'I'm really sorry about this.'

'Don't be, her anger is justified. I truly was a little shit when I was a child.'

Now was the time that Marinette finally became involved. It was so hard for Luka to try to play peacekeeper. Marinette was much more qualified for the job. 

She made her way up to Kagami, Jon following right behind her, his eyes showed curiosity at what was about to happen. Marinette stepped right in between Damian and Kagami, her hand outstretched as she looked at Kagami and then the sword. Jon went to go stand next to his best friend as he watched what was about to happen. Kagami hesitated for only a moment before she gave up the sword. Damian and Jon watched stunned as Marinette took the sword and motioned for Luka to let Kagami go. 

“Kagami, he may have been an asshole in the past, but me and Luka have been getting to know our soulmates for a few months and trust me, his only problem is that he’s a moody teen.” Marinette said understandingly as Damian protested behind her and Jon fell into a fit of laughter. 

'Moody teen huh? That sound like you?'

'Shut up.'

'No.'

“You weren’t there.” Kagami tried to protest but her voice came out weak, like she was tired of fighting. 

“I wasn’t, but Damian is not a bad guy, give him a chance.” Kagami nodded her head as Marinette leaned in and stage whispered, “Plus I think that Luka is starting to get tired of mentally apologizing to Damian this whole time.” 

Damian and Jon gaped at the fact she was able to pick up on that while Kagami and Luka fondly rolled their eyes. 

“Anyways glad that this has been solved because I have a date planned with Jon starting in,” Marinette quickly checked her phone before grabbing Jon’s arm, “15 minutes so we’ll be taking our leave now.” As she sped off with Jon in tow.

The trio looked at each other before Luka went over to Damian. They stayed in awkward silence for a little bit before Kagami spoke up, “I see that he makes you happy Luka. But if you do anything to hurt him Damian,” She stared straight into Damian’s soul as she said this, “I will not hesitate to run you through with my sword. And no one would be able to stop me." With that final message Kagami walked off to most likely hang with Chloe before movie night.

“Sorry about-” Luka turned to apologize but Damian cut him off. 

“Stop apologizing, your friend was right to be angry with me. I was not the best child.” 

“Who was? I’m sure you had your reasons for acting out, and when you’re comfortable I’d love to hear them. But only when you’re comfortable with it. Which you’re clearly not right now.” 

“You’re not mad? That I upset your friend?” 

“I mean it sucks that you two have bad blood, but Kagami listens to Marinette. We all do. When she says to give you a chance, Kagami is going to give you a chance.” Luka explained, giving a smile to Damian who returned a small smile of his own. 

“So, what do you want to do now?” Damian asked.

“Well we’re all supposed to meet back at Chloe’s room for a movie night at 9, so we have an hour left. Wanna go get something to eat? There’s a good vegetarian place ten minutes away.” 

“That would be nice.” 

Damian walked alongside Luka as he led the way, slowly sliding his hand into Luka’s as they walked. Luka took his hand with a smile on his face as he and Damian walked in comfortable silence the rest of the way there.

#mgi trope tussle #rare pair #lukadami #no beta this is tussle #this tussle is my excuse to make fics of my sis's otp for her #because of course her otp is a rare pair that has barely has any fics #maribat