Daughter of Arsenal
Tagging @localdoesmaribat for giving me permission to write this awesome prompt! I hope they like it!
Roy smiles down at the little girl sleeping in his arms. He hadn’t meant to get attached. When he found her in a duffel bag in front of his door, he freaked out. At first he thought Jason was playing a prank on him. Then he thought it could be a bomb when he heard noise coming from the bag. He opens it slowly and nearly faints when he finds a baby. He starts panicking and was probably about to do something stupid when the child open its eyes and smiles at him. It was love at first sight. After that, it was like there was only one choice - become a Papa. He finds a note that reads, ‘Don’t want her. Her name is Marinette. Your problem now.’ He crumbles the note in rage. She must never know. She’ll never know she was unwanted because Roy Harper wants her.
They spent years making fun memories together. The first thing he did was take the baby to Oliver and Diana for help. He may have hated Oliver for teasing him but he knew he needed their help. Diana took care of her while he and Oliver went shopping for, well, everything even a nice house. They were there when she started to crawl, started waking, said her first word (papa), and when they discovered that she’s a meta. He will forever be grateful to them because they believed in him.
When she was around 5, they would go to carnivals and arcades where he would win her stuffed animals while teaching her how to play the games. It was actually thanks to all those stuffed animals that they discovered her talent in fashion design. She wanted to dress up her toys for a tea party so he brought her to a craft store, got her a clothes making kit, and a kid’s sewing machine. Together they made the first outfit and from there her natural talent took over and Roy was simply amazed. It was like she was bringing her toys to life. As she got older she moved on to making clothes for people and Roy, her Papa, was her favorite model. It was a struggle but she won the battle and got Roy to dress fashionably while also being comfortable. He’s so proud! The Queen/Harper family now only wear clothes made by their sweet Marinette.
When she was ten, they discovered another talent of hers, baking. She wanted to make him snacks for when he goes out as Arsenal (yes she knows, he doesn’t keep secrets from her). Roy was so touched that Marinette would do this for him. He kept smacking Jason’s hand away whenever he would try to steal his food. His daughter made him these herself. He wasn’t sharing! This quickly became another activity they can do together between sewing, video games, and Roy teaching her how to defend herself - it’s important she knows how to disarm a person and then take that person down barehanded! He may not want her to join him yet if that’s what she wants but he wants her prepared for anything.
It was when Marinette was thirteen that their peaceful life got chaotic. You see, he told Diana and Oliver to keep Marinette a secret. It was to keep her safe. She’s a powerful meta and anyone - hero and villain - would kill to have her on their side.
Roy got careless. He wanted to go home. He hasn’t seen his daughter in five days damn it! He didn’t see the hidden goon with the gun and he got shot. Luckily, the goon can’t aim so it was in the shoulder. Still hurts like a bitch though.
Jason was driving him to the closest safe house which just so happens to be his actual house where his daughter is. Shit. He has to warn him. He has to warn Jason that he taught Marinette to shoot anyone who comes in that doesn’t give the secret knock first. Cliche he knows but he wants his baby girl safe!
“Jay.” He groans as Jason unlocks the door. Too late. He opens the door and part of the doorframe gets blown away.
“That’s your only warning!” Marinette cocks the shotgun as Jason pulls his gun out.
“What the fuck?!” Jason shouts.
Ray wasn’t about to let his best friend hurt his baby so he pushes Jason’s gun down and yells, “Ladybug! Spots off!”
It was quiet. The shotgun is gently placed on the ground before she comes running. “Papa!” Marinette snatches her Papa away from the stranger who is just gaping at her and helps him inside.
“YOU HAVE A DAUGHTER AND YOU DIDN’T TELL ME!!” Jason shots when he snapped out of his daze and followed them inside. Jason doesn’t notice her waving her hand behind her or the door and frame magically fixing itself. Marinette sits him down on the couch and carefully takes off his suit so she can get to the wound.
Roy sighs as he explains, “I found her on my door step when she was a baby.” He smiles as he remembers. “It was love at first sight and in that moment she became my daughter.”
“Do you have any clues where she came from?” Jason asks as he grabs the first aid kit.
“Just a note that says her name and why she was left there.” Roy really doesn’t want to say what the note says. He doesn’t want her to know that her birth parents didn’t want her. Except it was Marinette who says, “The note says that they didn’t want me and that I’m his problem now.”
Jason watch in awe as her hand glows red and she hovers her hand over his wound. They watch as the wound rapidly heals as it pushes the bullet out. It was as though it didn’t happen at all. What the hell?
“Baby, how did you know?” Roy breaths. He never wanted her to know.
“I found the note years ago. It didn’t bother me.” She shrugs and then smiles. “Why would I care if some strangers didn’t want me when I have you Papa.”
Roy took her in his arms and squeezes her close.
“This is a touching moment but what the hell was that that I just saw?! You can heal?!” Jason cries.
Marinette glares at him, glare he is all to familiar with. Now that he’s really looking at her he sees the distinct characteristics that only that man has - the dark hair, the blue eyes, that glare, not the mention she looks like a young Martha Wayne. Oh shit.
“Papa who is he?” She questions.
“This is my best friend Jason Todd-Wayne. He’s also Red Hood.” Roy explains. Marinette perks up like Roy knew she would. Red Hood is one of her favorites of the bats. Him and the current Robin.
“You’re Red Hood! Papa told me stories about your guy’s missions!” Marinette smiles excitedly. Jason chuckles. “I’ll make some dinner for us while you guys talk.”
“You need to do a blood test.” Jason states.
Roy knows what he’s trying to say. He suspected as much as she grew but there is no way in hell he was going to give her up. “I don’t care. She’s my daughter.” He glares. Jason throws his hands up in surrender.
“So…she’s meta?” He questions.
Roy’s nods. “Ever heard stories about the Miraculous Legend?” Jason nods with a curious look. “She’s basically the Ladybug Miraculous.”
“Fuck.” Jason sighs. “That’s why you kept her a secret. She’s basically the Goddess of Creation.” Roy nods. His baby is powerful.
Jason gets a sad look on his face. “We need to tell the League.”
Roy snarls, “I don’t need their help to protect my daughter.”
“She needs to be protected!” Jason counters.
“I have kept my Marinette safe for thirteen years!” Roy yells. That’s when Diana storms in looking pissed, upset, and worried. “Oliver fucked up and told Bruce about Marinette.”
Roy growls, “I’m going to kill him!”
It was chaos because the first thing Arsenal does when they enter the Watchtower is punch Green Arrow in the face. Marinette - wearing a domino mask - stands back as Red Hood and Superman tries to stop Arsenal from killing Green Arrow. Marinette just sighs. She always knew this day would come and, sadly, she knew it would be Grandpa who blew the whistle. He just gets so competitive with Batman that it’s ridiculous! The rest of the Bat Family are laughing while Black Canary sighs in disbelief.
“You are Marinette Harper, correct?” Marinette looks over and sees Robin glaring at her. Something tells her that that is just his natural face. She doesn’t take it personally.
She simply nods.
“Why are they making a big deal about you?” He questions.
Marinette shrugs, “No idea. Could be because Papa kept me a secret for so long even though Papa just wants to keep me safe.”
They don’t realize that everyone is watching them.
“I can understand wanting to protect your child but going this far for simply telling an ally that you exist.” Robin ponders.
“I think it has to do with my ability. Papa said I’m extremely powerful and people would kill to have me on their side so his need to protect me reached paranoia level.” Marinette explains.
“You’re meta?” Robin raises an eyebrow. Marinette nods. “What can you do?”
Marinette simply smiles without answering.
Robin growls, “I asked you a question.”
Marinette calmly replies, “This isn’t Gotham. You don’t have the power to kick me out or lock me up just because you don’t like me.” Marinette turns to Batman, “That goes for you as well. I am Arsenal’s daughter. You have no power over me. If you even try anything that will take me away from my Papa, I’ll tell the world who you are, Bruce Wayne.”
Jaws drop, eyes widen, and gasps can be heard. Nobody expected this nice looking girl to have the balls to blackmail THE BATMAN! Roy smiles like a proud bad, which he is. Marinette walks over to him and asks, “Feel better Papa?”
Roy laughs, “Yea baby girl, I feel better.”
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My One And Only - Chapter 20
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The next chapter is finally here (sorry for the wait). This is so far the longest in this fic so I hope it can make up for my inactivity. Also, thank you so much for 160 followers! I’m really happy people enjoy my work.
Happy Pride Month!
| T/W: This chapter mentions dark topics such as death|
|Translations at the end|
Most of the students were excited for the school day to come closer to an end, but not Marinette. After all, Damian would be leaving at the end of the week. And she didn't want him to go, not yet.
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Lightning. That's how fast the school day went by, or at least, that's how it felt to Marinette. As she opened her locker, a thought struck her. 'Dami will be leaving in two days. Two' She was right. Damian's flight to Gotham would be the first day of the weekend. Luckily, it would be at night, meaning that she would have more time with him. But it wasn't that comforting. She didn't want him to leave no matter how selfish she felt, however, she knew he was needed elsewhere. 'But I also need him...'
Hastily, she grabbed her stuff from her locker, eager to return them to her home. Some of her friends attempted to stop her, hoping for conversation, but instead were received with a quick farewell. Though, none of them could take it to heart after all, they knew the reason.
It didn't take long for her to reach her house, it took even less time to reach her room. Upon entry, she had practically thrown her belongings on her desk before taking off in the direction of Le Grand Paris. However, something in her peripheral vision stopped her. Turning her head, she saw it. Soft grey fabric folded neatly on her chaise, illuminated by the light filtering through her window; Damian's hoodie. The fact that she never returned it slapped her in the face. She reached out to feel the cloth in between her fingers. It was cold outside, the hoodie would provide warmth, and so she slipped it on. Grabbing a cookie for Tikki on her way out, Marinette strolled on to the hotel.
It never took long for Marinette to reach the building, this time was no different. The bluenette stared up at the six-story building, the glass doors parting as she entered the white-walled hotel. Her hands found the buttons in the elevator, reaching out to the sixth floor in particular, the restaurant. The lift doors opened, revealing the dining area. Her gaze danced across the room from the white tiled floor to the red flower patterned wallpaper. The vases with red flowers sent an urge of creativity through the bluenette's body, she got rid of it with a snake of her head. Briefly, she scanned the many white circular and square tables before her view finally landed on a familiar figure. She watched as he finished his meal, paid for his food and push the red chair away from the table to make room to stand. Turning, his green-eyes locked with hers, Marinette watched as his usual ice-cold demeanor melt away and a soft, small smile graced his features. Her knees felt weak. That smile, no one else would have seen it before, it was for her and her alone.
Once he reached her side, Damian took Marinette's hand and brought her knuckles to his lips. "How has the rest of your day been?"
A dusting of pink graced her face. "As normal as it can be, but my day is better now I'm here with you"
His green eyes slowly blinked before widening in recognition. "So that's where my hoodie went"
Marinette looked down at the oversized grey fabric covering her body before looking back up and tilting her head to one side. "Do you want it back?"
"You may keep it" his soft smile morphed into a sly smirk. "Ça te va super bien"
The bluenette smiled, pressing her forehead against his upper arm. "Do you want to go on a walk?"
Intertwining their hands, her replied. "With you, always"
~~~
Years. It felt like Damian had known his girlfriend for years despite the fact they had met each other only recently. Had he not hacked into the JLA database simply on the whim of boredom, none of this would have ever happened. The discovery that Paris was under attack, working under the leadership of Ladybug, and most importantly, meeting Marinette. None of that would have ever happened, and he shudders to think of a world without the blue-eyed Angel which he had the honor of calling his girlfriend. Damian couldn't quite remember the last time he was the this comfortable with someone outside of his family, even then he wasn't as comfortable with them as he was now, with Marinette.
"What do you think about a quick patrol?" Damian looked down at the bluenette, her eyes twinkling with mirth.
A blackish-green blur materialised in front of his face. "It'll be a good opportunity to use your miraculous before you go, Kid"
The green-eyed boy looked over at where the bluenette was standing, a red kwami right beside her. "Sure"
"Tikki, Spots On!"
"Plagg, Claws Out!"
A black-cat hero and a ladybug heroine stood in place where Damian and Marinette once were. Ladybug reached for the yo-yo wrapped around her waist. "Race you to the Eiffel Tower!" Without waiting for a response, Ladybug latched her yo-yo onto a nearby chimney and used it to fling herself in the air. Noir huffed, a smile on his face while he used his staff to follow the spotted heroine.
The wind pursuing past his face, the adrenaline that fuelled his veins, Noir could see himself catching up to Ladybug. The bliss that was ignorance didn't last long, unfortunately. This was one of the only times they could use the miraculous and act their age while doing so, or at least, close enough to their age. The feel of duty to protect the citizens of Paris was just a passing memory at that moment. Noir inwardly grimaced, Ladybug and Adrien were both thrown into the situation, expecting to be the heroes despite not having any training beforehand. The others were at least given a choice, the original duo did not.
The black-cat hero shook his head, now was not the time for such thoughts, he was in a race with Ladybug still in the lead. Pushing a little harder, Noir managed to catch up to where the spotted heroine was only a few inches ahead. She turned her head to risk a glance and Noir watched as her eyes widened before she ran faster. 'Have it your way, Angel'
Before Ladybug could mentally respond, Noir made it so they were both running next to one another, threatening to take the lead. 'You're going to have to try harder than that, Minou'. Using her yo-yo, she extended it towards the Eiffel Tower, as it was now it acceptable distance, and flung herself straight to her destination. As her feet touched the platform on the top of the landmark, Ladybug patiently waited for Noir to catch up. She didn't have to wait long.
"I win" Ladybug stated simply. Noir chuckled and sat on the edge of the platform, his legs dangling over the edge.
"It seems like you did" Ladybug stepped behind the black-cat-themed hero, pulling the hood down. She rested herself on her knees as her fingers threaded through his hair, occasionally stroking the ears he gained in his transformation.
"You know," The spotted heroine began after a moment of silence. "I like your kitty-cat ears and I quite like it when your hair is all loose. I still like your gelled-back style though"
Noir tilted his head back, Ladybug continued to play with the strands of hair with her fingers. It continued like this for a while, until Noir felt the ladybug heroine suddenly freeze. "Is something wrong?"
"Just" Ladybug gasped out. "After pain from... Guerrier" She kept a hand on her chest as Noir raised to his feet. She rested her head on his chest as he wrapped himself protectively around her. 'Breathe in... breathe out' The mantra repeated in her head, it kept repeating until there was no need for it anymore. "Not as painful as last time" Ladybug mumbled as she hugged Noir.
"That means you're getting better, correct?" His voice laced with concern. Lifting her head to meet his gaze, she smiled.
"I suppose. How do you handle it? Being a vigilante?" Noir took note of her quick change of subject, he noticed how she would expertly change the focus of the conversation onto someone else, especially when the topic was not one she enjoyed talking about.
"How about we de-transform first?" It would be easier to talk about as his true self, it's easier to talk as just Damian.
The ladybug heroine nodded and they proceeded to jump down to a lower level of the Eiffel Tower, one where citizens were allowed to go. Briefly checking for an unwanted audience, the two heroes de-transformed back into their regular selves, giving their kwamis some food. "So, how do you handle being a vigilante?" Mari repeated gently.
The black-haired boy leaned on the banister, sighing before focussing his attention of his girlfriend. "What do you wish to know exactly?"
Marinette moved closer, leaning over the balcony next to him. "You don't have the miraculous cure, what happens if one of you gets hurt? Or, god forbid, one of you gets..." she trailed off but Damian knew what she was implying.
"We usually have our wounds treated and as for death... it's happened" He felt the bluenette stiffen beside him. "For how we deal with that well... resurrection I suppose"
"Resurrection?" Marinette half-whispered half-screeched. "Yes you come back but you don't come back the same. That's the price you pay."
"We found that out the hard way" Damian grimaced but it softened after he felt the blue-eyed girl rest her hand on his.
"You don't have to tell me"
Shaking his heads Damian continued. "My brother, Todd, was killed by the Joker. A Lazarus Pit was used to bring him back, he didn't come back the same"
"The Lazarus Pit?!" The red kwami screeched as Damian nodded. "Those wretched things should have never existed!" Plagg remained silently resigned, for once.
The bluenette gave a vivid expression of confusion to which Damian sighed. "I'll explain what those are another time" He waited for her to nod before continuing. "It was... challenging to reconnect with him once he had returned home but I'm gratified that he returned" Taking a shaky breath, Damian turned to look at anywhere but the bluenette. "Another person who was killed was... myself"
A sharp inhale was all he heard before Marinette wrapped herself around him. "How did you... die?"
"My mother created a clone of myself after I joined my father, the clone named himself the 'Heretic'. The memory itself is quite hazy as I was around ten when it happened, but I do remember dying, I remember it very vividly. The Heretic-" he took a shaky breath, "-impaled me with his sword." Damian didn't even realise he was shuddering, the girl next to him did. She held onto him tighter, just so he would know that she was there.
"You don't need to talk about it if the memory hurts, Dami" Her voice was low for his ears only, her comforting presence surrounding him. His younger self would have maimed any individual for even having the mere idea of executing this form of condolence. But he wasn't his younger self anymore. During this short trip he had matured in a way that would seem impossible through the eyes of his family back in Gotham, and it was all thanks to Marinette. Speaking of the bluenette, she pulled back from the hug, her bewitching bluebell orbs staring intently through his emerald eyes.
"Damian" Marinette placed her hand on his cheek, forcing his full attention on her and like always, she had him entranced. "You're in Paris, on the Eiffel Tower, with me. You're here as Damian, not Robin. You're not fighting crime and the Heretic isn't here. That happened a long time ago, it isn't happening now. You're safe, okay?"
An exhale escaped his lips. "I'm safe"
The blue-eyed girl nodded. "You're safe" she reiterated.
Placing his hand on hers, Damian brought it towards his lips, kissing the inside of her palm before laying it back to where it was situated originally. His eyes closed as he basked in the few moments of silence between the two of them. A whisper of thanks was given to the bluenette was he had opened them once again.
"Dami, you don't have to thank me" Marinette gently scoffed, "I didn't want you to go through with the pain that memory held"
"But I ought to, and perhaps I should show gratitude more often", the green-eyed boy shook his head lightly, "Except that's not all I wish to thank you for. I really should say thank you, for being able to show me affection despite being a shit of a person"
"Damian you're not-"
"I'm a horrible person, Marinette," Damian interrupted his girlfriend, if she wanted to stay committed, he felt it was only fair to tell her just exactly what she was getting into. "I've done dreadful things to others, I-"
"Damian", Staring into his eyes, the bluenette spoke again. "Do you regret what you've done?"
He blinked. "Of course, every single day"
"Do you understand what you did was wrong?"
Where was she going with this? "Yes, I do"
Her stare grew fiercer before she asked her final question, "Will you ever do those things again?"
Eyes wide, his face portrayed an emotion of pure bafflement. "Dear god no! Never in a millennia."
"Then you're not a bad person", Marinette brought her other hand to cup his face, a solace smile gracing her features. "We're all human, we're not born with perfection, we all make mistakes. How we choose to act on those mistakes, however, defines us as a person."
Though his vision was blurring, the bluenette's image never faulted, her adoring expression remained clear of Damian to see.
"Admitting to your vulnerabilities is the bravest thing anyone can do. Thank you, Damian". Slowly, she lifted her body onto her toes, placing a chaste kiss onto his lips. He responded immediately, pulling Marinette closer. Once they separated, Damian pressed his forehead against hers, his hands on her hips, savouring the moment by keeping his eyes shut. If this were all a dream then his mind would've been so cruel. Luckily, this was reality.
"No, thank you Malaki", his expression only showing pure relief and thankfulness as he opened his eyes. "Merci du fond du coeur"
A soothing silence basked between the two lovers, both unintentionally swaying like they were weightless as the cold zephyrs breezed through the Eiffel Tower. The two kwamis didn't dare disturb the serene aura their owners were emitting, it was similar to that of the flaming ocean waves, each sensation just as relaxed as the one before.
"Dami," Marinette's voice cut through the stillness, Damian's eyes opened to look at her. "Why don't you and I go for a dîner aux chandelles?"
"Alright but I'll be the one to pay after all, you paid at our first meeting", The small smile on face disappeared. "My apologies for unloading my 'tragic past' onto you, and for getting emotional about it too".
"It's only normal when you're discussing something sensitive, even more so when you aren't used to talking about it", Marinette pecked him on the lips once more. "So where should we go eat?".
Damian let out a sigh of relief. "I noticed a restaurant on our way here, would you like to go there?"
"I'd love to"
~~~
Dinner, despite the heavy-hitting conversation before hand, was lovely. The food was delicious, a romantic ambiance and best of all, it was with Damian. A dopey smile creeped onto Marinette's face as she flopped onto her bed.
"Tikki?", the bluenette asked her red kwami after getting settled in her pajamas. "What do you know about the Lazarus Pits?".
Tikki sighed and floated up to sit next to Mari. "Well, Marinette, the Lazarus Pits are naturally occurring phenomenons in the world thanks to the magic that lingered around when the world was still very young. Our first owners stumbled upon one by accident. The monks at the temple allowed Plagg to use his cataclysm on the Pit after learning about its capabilities. But the world is ruled by balance and another one appeared in now-Switzerland to take the place of the one Plagg destroyed. Since then, the monks did more research and found that the Pits could only be destroyed through a natural incident."
"I see...", Marinette placed a finger on her chin. "What can the Lazarus Pits do?".
"It can heal wounds and even grant the user immortality, but the person will gain some unwanted side effects. However if a healthy person were to use it, they would perish. It can easily be exploited and the monks knew this, that's why they desperately tried to get demolish the Pits". Tikki said, her voice filled with wisdom and fret, showing her obvious distress once realising the Lazarus Pits were still actively used.
"Do...do you think it was used to bring Damian back? I mean, according to what he said, his brother used it and he had some kind of side effect".
Tikki hummed. "Considering that his brother is probably still a vigilante, perhaps the only effect he gained is anger issues or something similar. About Damian, I talked to Plagg and he said that his owner does have the Pit aura. Except, it isn't strong enough to signify that he was resurrected, merely exposed to it."
The blue-eyed girl sighed as she pulled the bed covers over her legs. "That's good, I wonder how he was brought back though", she thought out loud.
Just as the ladybug kwami was about to get comfortable, Marinette's phone chimed. Climbing down the ladder, she made her way to her wooden desk and picked up her device.
Dami: Goodnight, Angel
The dopey, lovesick smile appeared once more.
Me: Goodnight, Dami
Marinette climbed back into bed, kissed her two fingers and placed them on Tikki's head. She pulled the blanket over her and wished Tikki a good night's rest.
~~~
The next day arrived quicker than expected. Marinette had, surprisingly, arrived on time. Other than the odd lie from Lila, the rest of the school day was normal, and it couldn't have gone any slower. The lessons dragged on for hours, even lunch felt like a full century. Marinette was glad when the final bell eventually rang.
"What will you guys get up to over the weekend?", Adrien asked the moment they had left the classroom.
"Mommy is taking me to see a private fashion show, she has a suspicion that MDC will be there. I, however, believe that the infamous designer will not be there", Chloe sent a knowing glance towards Marinette's direction, inciting a round of giggles at the inside joke.
"Actually," a voice piped up from behind them. "MDC told me that he wouldn't be able to make it to that show, he's out of the country right now".
"That's lovely, Lila", Marinette said through gritted teeth, forcing a smile on her face.
"Lila, you know MDC?", Sabrina butted in after hearing the topic of the conversation. "Tell us!"
"Well, MDC is a very private person. I met him when I was young and I think he might have a crush on me bu...,"Marinette let Lila's voice disappear as the brunette walked away. As Alya was about to voice her opinion on what just happened, Marinette got a text message from Damian.
"I gotta go, see you guys soon!," a chorus of 'goodbye's were heard as Marinette left the school's general vicinity. Damian said he was at the Jardins du Trocadéro. Soon enough she arrived. Taking a long glance at her surroundings, Marinette didn't see the familiar figure she'd fallen for. Before she could pull out her phone, a pair of arms wrapped around her in a comforting hug. Marinette went into a fit of giggles before turning to the black-haired boy around her. "Hey, Dami."
"Hello, Angel", Damian cut the hug shirt and settled with intertwining their hands together. "I believe you suggested that we should have an outing looking for that ice cream vendor, André if I'm not mistaken. Shall we go?"
The blue-haired girl beamed at her boyfriend. "Yeah, let's go! He's usually at the Pont des Arts but if he isn't today we'll just have to find him, that's what makes it fun of course!"
The two ambled at a fast pace, Marinette leading the way, while in conversation. Eventually they arrived at the André's ice cream cart. "Ah hello, Marinette! I see you have someone with you today!", André cheerily welcomed the two to his stall, unsurprised that Marinette didn't arrive alone.
"Hello to you too André! This is my boyfriend Damian, could we get some ice cream please?", Damian nodded in greeting and the ice cream vendor waved before getting them some ice cream.
"Blue moon for her eyes and dark lime for his!" André handed the cone to Mari before noticing the green-eyed boy reaching for his wallet. "No need young man, it's on the house."
"Oh, much appreciated." Marinette waved goodbye to the ice cream vendor before she and Damian walked down the Pont des Arts. There was a comforting silence between them as they shared their ice cream. Upon reaching the end of the bridge, the two sat on the edge of the platform, their feet dangling over the Seine below.
"Why don't we go back to the Jardins du Trocadéro?", Marinette suggested. "It was quiet when I went there earlier."
"Alright then." Damian got up and held his hand out, the blue-eyed girl gracefully took it as she rose onto her feet once more.
Along the way, the ice cream ran out, and the two lovers were conversing once more, talking about anything and everything. They soon reached the gardens yet again. After a while of roaming around the tourist attraction, a flower bush caught Marinette's attention.
"Dami, look!", Marinette plucked one of the ivory-white flowers, twirling it between her her fingers. "Isn't it pretty?"
Damian hummed as he took the offered flower. "Pour moi, c'est toi la plus belle", as he said those words, he brush a few strands of hair out of Marinette's face and placed the small blossom into her hair. A flush creeped across her face before a grimace took its place, so quickly that Damian thought he imagined the blush on her cheeks. "What's wrong?"
She chuckled but there was no humor in it. "It's just, I know we only recently met but I felt like I've known you for much longer. And I know this seems selfish for me to say but I...", Marinette blinked as she looked back up to her boyfriend. "Je ne supporte pas d'être loin de toi..."
Damian's gaze softened as he took Marinette's face into his palms. "I don't want to leave you either, but we will meet again physically. I know we will, it may just take time."
"Then... I'm willing to wait," Damian placed a kiss on her forehead. "It's getting late, we should go back."
He raised one of his eyebrows, a smirk playing on his lips. "Aren't you forgetting something?"
Marinette looked confused. "What do you mean I-", he watched with amusement as she pieced it together. "Oh my overnight bag! Let's go get it shall we?"
Damian stifled a chuckle as he let his girlfriend drag him along once more.
~~~
Afternoon faded to evening and evening faded to night. Marinette had retrieved her belongings from her house and had brought them to Damian's hotel room. Currently, they were both sitting in their pajamas, indulging in the deserts they had ordered after their dinner was digested while watching a movie. Tikki and Plagg were sitting on a cushion, Marinette was leaning on Damian as she licked the remaining sweetness off her spoon. Then she yawned.
"Shall we retire for the night?", Damian's amusement was very clear, Marinette scoffed. "It is getting late".
"Alright, I'll go brush my teeth now", the bluenette got up and made her way to the bathroom, Plagg following close behind. Damian didn't try to eavesdrop, but he still managed to hear a snippet of their conversation.
"Well you didn't complain so obviously you want to sleep with lover boy"
"I... just hand over the toothpaste, Plagg"
Damian chuckled as he got up, he had brushed his teeth earlier. He closed the curtains as Marinette left the bathroom, she turned off the television before giving Plagg and Tikki a cushion to sleep on. Marinette then crawled into bed, wrapping the covers around her. Damian bid the kwamis good night before joining Marinette on the mattress. He moved so that her back was resting on his chest. "Goodnight, Angel"
"Goodnight, Dami"
~~~
Damian was a light sleeper so when his phone started ringing, he woke up almost immediately. It was the ungodly hour of 1am according to the digital clock that sat innocently on the beside table. He slowly rolled over as to not disturb his sleeping girlfriend and was nearly blinded by the bright light that emitted from his screen. "Damn phone", he whispered. Once his eyes adjusted, Damian saw the caller ID. "Tt, what is it, Kent."
"I just wanted to check in on my best friend, how are you there? Oh, and how's your girlfriend?", from the tone of his voice, Jon didn't seem to realise what time it was in France.
"We're fine, did you forget about the time difference perhaps?", Damian tried to keep his voice low, even more so when Marinette had shifted in her sleep so that she was laying on top of him.
"Time difference? What ti-", Damian heard silence before Jon spoke up again, he let out a nervous chuckle. "Oops I might've forgot, have a good rest of the night!"
"You too, Jon", he disconnected the call before Jon could say anything else.
"Did Jon call you?", Marinette's sleepy voice caught Damian by surprise.
"Yes he did," Damian placed his phone back on the beside table, making sure it was on silent this time, before pulling Mari closer. "My apologies, did I wake you?"
He felt her shake her head, her face resting against his chest. "Nightmare," she mumbled.
"Do you wish to talk about it?".
"It was just the Guerrier incident, except I saw you there too"
"You saw me?" He felt her nod. They rested in silence until Damian hummed. "Je t'adore, tu sais?"
The bluenette audibly smiled before replying. "Je sais, mais j'aime quand tu le dis." He saw her look over at the clock. "It's too early, let's go back to sleep."
Damian shifted so that they were both comfortable, both had arms wrapped around the other and fell swiftly into slumber.
~~~
The soft golden rays of the sun heated Marinette's face, waking her. Stretching, she turned to Damian who was also beginning to stir. "Morning!", she chirped.
Damian rubbed his eyes. "Good morning," he said groggily, his voice deeper than usual. Before Damian could do anything else, Marinette turned pink and her hands were in his hair, making it messier than it already was.
"How do you wake up looking like an Adonis? Are you trying to kill me?", Marinette's words made Damian redden slightly.
"Alright wake up sleepyheads! I want my cheeeeeeese!", Plagg flew up to the two, complaining about his hunger. Marinette shook her head while the black kwami flew into Damian's now-combed hair.
"Is food all you ever think about?", Tikki said as she floated up to Plagg.
"I can't help it Sugar Cube!", Damian playful rolled his eyes at his kwami while Marinette giggled at their dynamic.
"You'll get some food once we get ready, Plagg." Marinette took her clothes from her bag and went into the bathroom. In the meantime Damian got himself changed, he was already finished by the time Marinette left the restroom. "Alright, we can go now."
The restaurant was almost fully accommodated by the time they arrived, but they got a table nonetheless. Once they were finished with their breakfast, Marinette and Damian arrived back at the hotel room, Marinette took a quick trip home to drop off her belongings and to freshen up. After her return, the blue-eyed girl helped Damian pack. She made sure that there was nothing amiss. Soon, everything from his gifts to his katana were all packed. Marinette looked at the sky through the window.
"Looks like there's going to be some rain today," she murmured, Damian moved to stand next to her. The sky was grey and the clouds appeared heavy with rain.
"Indeed it does," Marinette rested her head upon his upper arm, Damian rested his head on hers. It remained that way for a few moments before the hotel phone started ringing. Damian had answered the call, he ended it not long after. "It's the front desk, they have transportation ready." Marinette nodded and opened the door as Damian gathered his belongings.
Tikki zipped into the bluenette's purse while Plagg went in Damian's pocket. After taking one more look around in case the green-eyed boy had forgetter anything, Marinette closed the hotel door behind her as Damian called the lift. The doors opened, they stepped inside, the doors shut before opening again. This time they arrived on the ground floor. Marinette waited by the entrance as Damian finalised the check out. When he was finished, they both went outside and entered the taxi waiting, Damian had put his luggage in the trunk with ease. Marinette stared out the window as the entrance to the hotel drew further and further away.
Sighing, Marinette rested her head on Damian's shoulder. She noticed his had was tensed up so she intertwined them with her own, rubbing soothing circles with her thumb. The ride seemed to pass in the blink of an eye, the entrance of the airport appeared out of no where. The doors in the taxi opened, Damian stepped outside, holding his hand for Mari. Standing on the pavement, the bluenette helped him get his luggage. After paying the driver, Marinette walked him to the entrance.
"Tu vas me manquer," Damian whispered. Marinette's glossy eyes met his, nodded her head as if afraid to say a single word without letting the tears threatening to fall run down. "But we will meet again soon."
"J'ai hâte," Marinette murmured back. "Bon voyage, mon petite oiseau." Damian gave her a kiss, but Marinette made it last longer. She held his hands in hers, liront all her feelings in this form of affection. When they parted, there were no words said, their eyes told all.
"Bientôt je vous promets, mon ange," Damian pressed a final kiss on her forehead and turned to leave, not without a final look over his shoulder. Mustering a sad smile, Marinette waved goodbye. The sad smile was mirrored on Damian's own face. And then he drowned into the sea of people.
Her hand slowly opened to reveal the Black Cat miraculous that Damian had managed to return during their final embrace. She fingers clutched around the ring and her fist returned to her side. Drip. A drop of rain landed on her nose, sending a chill down her spine. She let another fall before getting her umbrella.
At least the universe was able to give her this gift. At least she knew she would see Damian again. At least the rain could let her cry.
At least.
•———•
Ça te va super bien - It suits you very well
Merci du fond du coeur - Thanks from the bottom of my heart
dîner aux chandelles - Candlelit dinner
Pour moi, c'est toi la plus belle - To me, you are the prettiest
Je ne supporte pas d'être loin de toi - I cannot bear to be far from you
Je t'adore, tu sais? - I like you very much, do you know it?
Je sais, mais j'aime quand tu le dis - I know, but I like when you say it
Tu vas me manquer - I'm going to miss you
J'ai hâte - I can't wait
Bon voyage, mon petite oiseau - Have a good trip, my little bird
Bientôt je vous promets, mon ange - Soon I promise you, my angel
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