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anjuschiffer · 29 days

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Momma's Lullaby

Welp here's another entry for @official-timari-server's Shutterbug Station 2024!

Enjoy!

Tags: @toodaloo-kangaroo @vixen-uchiha

Context:

Damian is recovering from memory loss after a mission having gone wrong. With his memories barely in tact and only remembering his family's names, Damian was placed into 24 hour surveillance and staying home until his memories returned…hopefully. While at home, Damian was encouraged to do whatever he felt comfortable in doing, drawing and painting being one of them. Out of nowhere, Damian started to remember something from a very long time ago.

A03

“Baby Beluga in the deep blue sea,

Swim so wild and you swim so free,

Heaven above and the sea below,

And a little white whale on the go.”

Jason stopped half stride as he heard someone sing, ensuing him to figure out who it was.

“Baby Beluga, baby Beluga,” Jason turned a hall, muttering in disbelief when the voice came from Damian’s room

“Is the water warm, is your mama home,” He couldn’t believe it…

“With you so happy?” It really was Damian singing, the boy lost in his painting as he slowly swiped his brush across the incomplete canvas in front of him.

In the few weeks that Damian was brought to them, Jason has never heard the boy sing. Hell, he never sang to begin with. So hearing him sing, nonetheless a song that seemed so familiar to the boy, Jason knew he had to get Dick.

Damian watched as the blue paint he dabbed onto the canvas started to morph into a small rubber whale, watching as his hands morphed into small chubby ones, holding onto said whale. He watched as he threw the whale just a few inches away from himself, laughing up a storm when he watched the whale barely sink upon hitting the water

His own squeals were soon accompanied by some distant giggling, Damian feeling his entire body lighten up upon hearing the familiar laugh, feeling the need to smile as he turned to look at the person next to him, her face resting on the edge of the bathtub. Large bluebell eyes smiled at him.

“Was that fun, Dami? Was it fun?” She asked him, Damian finding himself just squealing as she pinched his cheek. “Oh you’re just so cute! Let’s get you washed up, okay?” She tucked a strand of midnight hair behind her ear before she went to scrub his hair.

“Way down yonder where the dolphins play,

Where you dive and splash all day,” She slowly rinsed the soap off, Damian watching the suds surround him.

“The waves roll in and the waves roll out,

See the water squirting out of your spout.” She brought his bath toys closer to him when Damian started to cry as he watched his beluga toy float away.

“Baby Beluga, oh baby Beluga,

Sing your little song, sing for all your friends,

We like to hear you.” She sang as she took him out of the tub and wrapped a towel around him, kissing his nose as she took him to his room.

The room was dim, only a lamp lit the room, speckling the room with tiny stars of light. She laid him on the bed and quickly put him into a soft pair of pajamas so that he would remain warm.

“When its dark and your home and fed,

Curled up snug in your water bed,” She sang as she tucked him under some blankets and laid right beside him.

“Moon is shining and the stars are out,

Good night little whale good night.” She sang, Damian feeling his eyes turn heavy, his consciousness fighting the drowsiness that enveloped his body.

“Baby Beluga, oh baby Beluga,

With tomorrow's sun, another day's begun,

You'll soon be waking.” He found himself closing his eyes.

Baby Beluga in the deep blue sea,

Swim so wild and you swim so free,

Heaven above and the sea below,

And a little white whale on the go.

You're just a little white whale on the go.” Damian whispered as he opened his eyes, lifting his paintbrush away from the canvas, finally leaning back to look at the woman staring back at him. Or at least, he knew the face of a woman was looking at him, but try as he may, for the life of him, he just couldn’t-

“What do you have there, Dami?” Dick asked, Damian controlling his flinching from the sudden call. “Who’s that? Someone you know?”

Damian felt something stir in chest, because the longer he tried to stare at her face, he couldn’t see her face. He could only see, he could only recognize the bright shade of bluebell that he adored to see everyday. He loved her attention. Her hugs. He loved her voice and yet… “Damian. Is everything-”

“I don’t know.” Damian answered in the quietest voice Dick had ever heard him speak since he had known the kid. “I don’t know who she is.”

“Well for someone you don’t know…she’s very pretty.”

“She was.” Damian found himself saying, feeling his mind muddle. “She was very pretty…and her voice was pretty. She’d always sing me the same lullaby while tucking me in for bed.” Damian admitted.

“She tucked you into bed? When you were younger?”

“I think…I’m not completely sure.” Damian looked at her face one last time, but like always, he could only see her eyes.

Eyes that he wished he could see again.

What he would give to be able to see her again. “But I know one thing.

I used to call her Momma.”

“Momma! Momma don’t go!” Damian yelled as Talia pulled him back, Damian watching as Momma was guided out the League’s compound, her luggage carried by two guards. “Momma!”

Damian watched as she stopped and said something to the guards. She turned around and simply smiled. “Momma?”

“Take care Dami. Grow up and find me, okay?” She smiled one last time before she turned around, Damian watched her disappear into the exit that led to the outside world he was forbidden to go into.

“MOMMA!”

#maribat #mss2024 #MSS 2024 #shutterbug station 2024 #mominette

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marble-tavern · 14 days

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You Let Me Do This In Sweatpants???

Rating: General

Fandom: Miraculous

Pairing: Lukanette

Gifted to: @rierse

Summary:

Sometimes it took some convincing to get Marinette to put her work down long enough to eat. Luka is always willing to put in the effort though.

Ao3 Link

Tag list: @official-timari-server (Request to join)

*Shutterbug Station Submission*

Prompt: Convincing them to eat

Luka ran cold water into the cullender, shuffling the leaves with his hand cleaning them. He shook it out and set it on the side, continuing putting the ingredients into the lasagna. When he was done, he popped it in the oven and washed his hands, hanging up the tea towel on the oven handle and headed to check in the room next door.

He stuck his head in the room, scanning it until his eyes landed on the person he was looking for. He smiled gently as he saw Marinette crouched at the bottom of a gown, embroidering the bottom with elegant golden flowers on top of the white fabric it already was. He tapped on the skirting board with the heel of his foot, grabbing her attention to where he was leaning against the doorframe.

“Luka! Hi! Sorry, were you talking to me?” Marinette ran her hand through her hair, pushing it up out of her eyes and back.

Luka tilted his head slightly as his smile grew soft, “No, I just came to tell you dinner was in the oven.”

“Oh ok.”

Luka looked around the room. It was kind of a mess. There was fabrics everywhere, bits and pieces spread across every available surface whether for comparison or colour matching or left over bits and bobs discarded. There was lace here and there and needles pinned into random places, one even stuck into the wall.

He shook his head fondly as Marinette went back to her work. He wandered around the room, picking up pieces here and there and making the room a little bit more organized. Enough to be safe at least. Once he was done, he left her to continue in peace, heading back to the kitchen and pulled out pie crust, chocolate pudding mix, and a medium sized pot. He set the pudding on the stove and went about making a chocolate cream pie. He put it in the freezer, knowing that they’d have to eat it a bit after dinner if they wanted it to be cold enough, and checked on dinner. He smiled and pulled out the lasagna, going about setting the table up for two.

Once he thought it was sufficient enough, he returned to Mari’s work room. He made sure his steps were heavier and knocked on the door frame so she wouldn’t be startled. As much at least. She still jumped and looked up at him which made him smile. She had pulled her hair up into a bun which reminded him vaguely of her hero form with the mouse miraculous. Multimouse certainly rated high on Luka’s “Marinette’s cutest looks” list. The space buns were absolutely precious.

“Dinner’s ready,” he spoke gently as he walked over, admiring the work she’d gotten done.

“I’m almost done,” Marinette turned back to her work even though Luka was right next to her, and she knew that he could see she was only just halfway through this.

“It’ll get cold.”

“I can nuke it.”

“Microwaved food isn’t as good as just out of the oven.”

“I’m almost done though,” She finally looked up at him, giving the blue haired boy the best pout she could muster.

“We both know that’s not true.”

Marinette’s shoulders dropped as she ducked her head.

Luka knelt down, bringing a hand to her chin gently pushing it up so their eyes met. He leaned forward until their lips pressed together in a soft kiss. He lingered for a moment before moving up to press one to her nose then her forehead then took her hands in his and brought them to her face and gave each back a kiss.

“Come. Take a break. For me?”

“You don’t play fair,” Marinette whispered, as if speaking louder would shatter the moment like glass.

“If it convinces you to care for yourself,” Luka matched her volume as he released one of her hands to tuck a stray hair behind her ear and pressing his palm to her cheek which she leant into, “I’d cheat every time.”

“That’s not very heroic of you.”

“I never claimed to be a hero.”

She pressed her lips to his once more, pulling away and looking intently into his eyes, “you didn’t have to. You prove it every day.”

Luka’s heart pattered harshly in his chest in a way that spread warmth from his cheeks to the tips of his fingers, a tingly feeling lighting him up and infecting his face and his head was fuzzy in what could only be described as love.

As cliche as it was, he fell in love with her more every day and he hoped- no… he knew he would never lose that feeling.

“Come,” a simple demand as he stood, pulling her up with him.

There was no protest this time, much to his delight as he led her out of the room, she had holed herself into all day long. And when she emerged, he grinned widely as her breath caught in her throat, a gasp exhaled past her lips.

“Luka…”

The dining table had candles set up lighting the room in a dim, homely light. The lasagna was presented on their best plates with a glass of white wine to pair with it, the bottle sitting in the middle of the table with the extra food. Red rose petals were spread across the floor and a vase also sat in the middle of the table with full ones. Nine roses in full bloom, a royal purple.

“There’s dessert in the freezer too. Your favorite,” Luka whispered into her ear as he pressed her into his side, arms wrapping behind her and situating themselves on her waist.

“Luka…” Marinette breathed, looking up at him. Tears had gathered at the corners of her eyes.

“Yes, my Melody?”

“It’s perfect.”

“Just like you,” he pressed a kiss to her head.

He was surprised when she suddenly pulled away, eyes wide and hands waving around frantically, “I can’t be here!”

“Why not?” the blue haired boy asked calmly. He was knowledgeable enough of her freak outs to know that she was not freaking out due to something he did wrong, but something she thinks is wrong with her.

“Look at me! I’m a mess!”

He shook his head in fond exasperation as he looked at her. She continued ranting, arms waving wildly, eyes wide, body swaying with her freak out. The way her hair stuck up in odd places, the way her eyes reflected the candlelight so beautifully, the way she was so worried about how she looked because she couldn’t see how perfect she was in his eyes.

“Marinette.”

“And don’t even get me started on…”

“Marinette,” he called again.

Marinette finally stopped, looking towards him. He kept up his smile as he slowly approached. He bent down, getting down on one knee and watching as her eyes lit up frantic for a completely different reason.

“My Melody, will you marry me?”

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Extra:

"I cannot believe you proposed to me while I was in sweatpants."

"I can."

Marinette scoffed, "Why? Because I'm beautiful no matter what?"

"Precisely."

Marinette ducked her head as she tried to repress her smile, "Sap."

"For you? Always."

#lukanette #luka couffaine #luka miraculous #marinette dupain cheng #miraculous marinette #lukanette endgame #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fanfic #lukanette fic #Marbles Writing #miraculous #shutterbug station 2024 #shutterbug station #MSS2024 #You Let Me Do This In Sweatpants???

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abyssal-ali · 1 year

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Gold Rush

Ship: Timari

Rating: G

WC: ~1.0k

A/N: this was written probably two years ago (?) and kinda rushed, so it's not my best work. I did edit a bit and any mistakes or bad plot is mine and not my lovely beta-readers', @kitsun369 and @mothofhearts

Constructive criticism accepted (but please be nice) and any feedback is great!💜

Inspired partially by Taylor Swift's song, Gold Rush. If you recognize little nods to certain lyrics, congratulations! My symbolism didn't go to waste.

For @the-coffee-fandom, @velveteenshadow, @forgottenfriends, @timinette-is-best, @miraculousmelodies and all the other Timari Coven fiends.

Marinette eyed Lila over the rim of her punch glass. She was talking flirtatiously with the host of their trip to Gotham, Wayne Enterpsises' CEO Tim Drake.

Marinette had hoped that he'd use his internationally famous genius to see through Lila's facade, but it seemed like the liar had another victim of her honeyed tongue. At least this time she wouldn't be lying when she bragged about knowing the Timothy Drake (even though everything Lila said after that probably wouldn't be true).

Marinette and Tim had met at the pre-party meet-and-greet, where their hosts formally introduced themselves to their Parisian guests. Marinette had met his eyes as they shook hands and promptly fell into his sparkling ocean-blue eyes that twinkled with amusement at her flushed face. She furiously willed away the heat creeping up her neck and into her cheeks, hoping it wouldn't come back every time she looked at him.

He was quite charismatic and she knew he was one of the most sought-after dates, a handsome heir to two multi-million dollar companies....handsome? She thought beautiful fit him better, with his expressive eyes and lean yet muscled build and hair casually falling into place over his eyes when he shook his head, laughing at a guest's joke.

No, bad Marinette. She had an online boyfriend, and they were going to make it official when they met in person. She was not going to do anything more than admire her host's looks.

Between the meet-and-greet and dancing/socializing part of the party was a fancy dinner, where Marinette sat opposite Tim and they had a delightful discussion.

It kind of reminded her of her DMs with her gaming partner/online boyfriend, RRBurgers (she called him RR). They typed about anything and everything and often debated random things just for fun, to test their wits.

Tim had said something—she was sure it was purposely controversial—and she'd ached to begin a war of words, but responded more mildly than she liked. He had looked surprised, then thoughtful, when she refused to verbally spar with him.

They'd brushed fingers as they crossed paths, completely by accident, and Marinette promptly increased her speed, heading to the powder room to silently talk to herself (and Tikki).

She was in love with RR and didn't need to fall for gorgeous eyes and perfect smiles.

Now, she was seeing red—or at least a shade of rose, the colour of Lila's surprisingly unostentatious dress—as she spied on Mr. Drake and Lila's flirting.

She drained her punch in an annoyed swig, moving to the balcony, and looked at the stars until her jealousy cooled. If Mr. Drake couldn't see Lila for who she was, he deserved her, she told herself.

With a sigh, she leaned on the railing and pulled out her phone to play a round of her favourite game.

She stiffened when Mr. Drake appeared at her elbow. How had she not heard him approach? Then again, the ambient chatter and music were noisy.

“You play well."

“Thanks.” She finished her round (a win) and returned her phone to her purse.

"You play Knights of Mirreile?” Mr. Drake obviously wasn't taking her silence as a hint, or else he was outright ignoring her body language.

“Yes. You know it?”

“I joined to practice my French with native speakers. I'm on the Parisian server, actually—my handle is RRBurgers.” He looked at her curiously.

She took a step back. “RR? I'm LadybugandtheTramp!”

He held out his hand. “Hi, Lady. I'm RR; thrilled to meet you in person.”

She shook it, willing her returning blush to retreat. “Wait a minute...tell me three things only RR and Lady know. Just to be sure.”

Tim grinned at her. “You're wise; this is Gotham, after all.

"Uh, une: I contacted you first, to ask you to teach me some hacks.

"Deux: You have PTSD from Hawkmoth and often can't sleep, so you game, because you don't like sewing as much anymore.

"Trois,” he lowered his voice and stepped closer. Marinette could feel his body heat, even though the air was crisp. “We're a couple in Mireille and when we are planning to meet and date in person. You told me you were in love with me twenty-two days ago, and I replied that I was in love with you too.”

Marinette could barely breathe when she saw the intense look in his eyes. “Uh...I guess you are RR...I'm so glad to finally meet you in person, although it's sooner than I was expecting! You're even cuter than I imagined.”

She enjoyed the pink on his face instead of hers more than she should have.

"Will you go on a date with me tomorrow, Lady?”

"I'd love to!"

" But until tomorrow, would you care to spend our time together dancing?"

The red on Tim's neck spread and Marinette giggled. "Who taught you how to be so smooth? I almost fell for you all over again."

Tim winked at her, took her hand, and led her to the dancefloor. Marinette silently thanked Chloe for insisting on teaching her how to properly waltz, at least.

As they swirled around the room, he complained in her ear. “I talked with Lila. You're right—I can't believe what she made up! When I asked for clarification, the lies got more outrageous! I am so sorry for your suffering.”

Shyly, she admitted, “I was a little jealous of the attention you were paying her. I thought your smarts could see through her but it didn't look like it—you're a good actor."

“Thanks, I have to be.”

At her puzzled look, he explained, “In business meetings, you've got to keep a poker face, especially when you're a young businessperson like me.”

“Oh,” she nodded. “I understand that."

She relished in the angry look Lila sent their way as they twirled past her. Maybe Tikki's powers did rub off on her, building up to this moment. For some reason, she felt secure in the knowledge that she was safe and could be herself.

When she had first met RRBurgers online, she was prepared to keep her distance from him emotionally. It had been just after Ladybug and her team defeated Hawkmoth and she was depressed and suffering PTSD, gaming when she couldn't sleep or had nightmares. But RR had somehow wormed his way into her good graces with his nerdy jokes and similar lifestyle and whacky stories about his family, and the next thing she knew she had a big crush.

They gradually grew closer, DMing every day, and RR had really encouraged her in a way her old friends hadn't been able to do. She had changed a lot after being Ladybug, but they still saw her as Past Marinette. RR was a virtual friend, a blank slate, and knew Present Marinette.

He'd encouraged her to stop sewing if she didn't have a passion for it anymore and not be bound by people's expectations of Past Marinette, but show them Present Marinette.

She hadn't been brave enough to completely act like Present Marinette, but with Tim encouraging her from her side instead of over a screen, she thought she could try now.

Tonight was as good a place to start as any. She approached Lila, Tim's arm around her waist. "Hey, Lila, I see you've met Tim's brother, Dick. Have you told him about that time you heroically saved Jagged's kitten yet?"

~~le fin~~

#Mlbxdc #Dcxmlb #Maribat #Timari #ali writes #Fic #I hope y'all like it!!#Inspired by Taylor Swift

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ali-annals · 1 month

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Stupid in Love

Pairing: Tim Drake x Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Rating: T | WC: 2.3k | Ao3 | Summary:

Tim meets a competent new companion in his fight to make Ra's al Ghul's life hell. They just might be a match made in heaven (after all, Timari heaven is Ra's hell).

CW: Implied/Referenced Non-Consensual Drug Use, Mentions of Blood, PG-13 Kissing, Getting Tattoos

A/N: Finally got out of my writing slump to sprint this out for @official-timari-server Shutterbug Station's 2024 Angst vs Fluff war. Obviously, I'm on the side of Fluff. Inspired by Stupid in Love by MAX (ft Huh Yunjin) <3

Tim coughed, holding his sleeve over his nose and mouth as he attempted not to inhale the red smoke, fumbling in his utility belt for his rebreather.

He stepped back, his back bumping into the stone wall of the cave he was currently stuck in. He twirled his bo staff with his free hand anxiously, peering through the ruby haze for any sign of the people he knew were surrounding him.

His blood-slicked fingers finally found the small but essential piece of equipment and he hastily raised it to his face. Something rocketed past him, appearing from a previously-hidden exit right by his shoulder, causing him to drop the rebreather with an aggravated sigh.

He coughed again, stooping to pick up the rebreather and fit it in his mouth. The cloud of the unknown gas slowly cleared and he blinked his watering eyes, sliding his feet into a defensive position. The assassins were taking an awfully long time to attack him, wasting the confusion that the haze would have provided while he was distracted getting his rebreather.

A twinge of pain shot up his arm from a lucky slice an assassin had gotten in on him, the blood sluggishly dripping down his arm and making his grip on his staff slippery.

Tim shook his head, clearing his vision. Someone was fighting the assassins. At first glance, it appeared to be another assassin, clothed in black and swinging around a staff just like him, but their style of uniform was sleeker and had neon green accents.

Despite having the colour of the Lazarus Pits on them, Tim was sure they weren’t affiliated with the League he (and they) were currently fighting.

They were ruthless yet precise in their movements, dispatching the assassins easily. Only a couple made it past them to attack him, and he easily took them out, renewed adrenaline and hope rushing through him at the obvious help the newcomer was currently providing.

Whether he would have to fight them after the League assassins were done fighting the two of them was another question, but Future Tim could answer that. Current Tim was impressed with the fluidity of their moves as they knocked the last three out.

They didn’t spare Tim a glance, striding determinedly down another pathway to an open room, the waters an eerie green. Ra’s al Ghul was there. Tim caught the look of surprise on the man’s face when Tim was not the first one to step out of the tunnel into the pool room.

Without so much as a stutter, the newcomer continued their stride across the rocky surface, jumping over the sword Ra’s raised, pinning him to the rock wall with one clawed hand.

In the brighter room (courtesy of the Pit’s refraction), Tim could see that their uniform was reminiscent of Catwoman’s, though more practical and less sexy. He still found it attractive.

Someone else pinning the pain in his ass to a wall (granted, said pain in the ass was smiling cockily and didn’t appear that concerned, but hey, he was still pinned to the wall; Tim would take what he could get); he was halfway in love as it was, not to mention their incredibly skilled moves and obvious self-assuredness.

“Say bye-bye to your precious Pit,” they sneered, raising their fist to Ra’s face. A bubbling mass of black that gave Tim major Creepy:™: vibes formed in their fist.

It was then that Ra’s’s face became fearful. “No!”

“You’re too late to beg off of this, Ra’s,” they sneered. “The 1100’s called, they want their Pits back.”

The black bubbles hit the green liquid, fizzing ominously and causing a great cloud of green steam to fill the room. When the air cleared, all that was left was the empty rocky circle in the middle of the room, not a drop of liquid to be found anywhere.

The Catwoman-assassin person let go and Ra’s dropped to his knees, crawling to the rim of the now-desert pool. “NO!”

They scoffed and turned towards the pathway, where Tim still stood, a little confused and a lot in love.

“Who are you?”

“Lady Noire,” they replied. “You can have him, if you want him,” they jerked their chin at the despairing assassin behind them. “I’m done, figured this would be more painful than death, but I don’t care if you finish him off.”

Tim blinked. “I don’t really kill, but thanks for the offer. How did you do that?”

“Destroy the Pit?” Lady Noire shrugged. “What, like it’s hard? I know who made it so I just reversed the process.”

“I think I’m in love with you,” he said. “Marry me?”

“Sure, why not.” They stepped forward, close enough he could make out feminine features and catlike Lazarus-green eyes, taking his hand. “You should probably get your injuries tended to first, though.”

“Good point.”

“You’re lucky I have extensive experience in patching people–mostly myself–-up,” Lady Noire said, leading him back through the trail of unconscious assassins to the fresh air of their mountainous surroundings.

“Do you get hurt often?”

“Yep, I’m pretty clumsy.”

Tim struggled to comprehend that. “But…you’re amazing in a fight. As good as me with that staff.”

“Being good at fighting isn’t mutually exclusive from being a klutz,” they said.

Tim thought of Bruce. “You’re right. So, wanna take my plane to Vegas?”

“You were serious about the marrying you thing?”

“Yeah. You’re a great fighter, you have a secret identity, you’re enemies with Ra’s, we’re practically the same person. It’s clearly fate.”

They smirked. “Sure, Fate. Well, it’s not like I have anything to get back to and you’re pretty talented yourself and we get along well. Why not marry you?”

Tim removed the cloaking tech making the Bat-jet invisible and climbed in. “Coming?”

~~~

The flight from Nepal to Nevada only confirmed Tim’s thoughts that Lady Noire was perfect for him. She was a coffee addict like him, a child vigilante like him, a Ra’s hater like him, a bo staff prodigy like him, and more. They shared the same music taste and agreed on wacky conspiracy theories (or were they theories, if he had proof?).

“So, whose last name are we gonna take?” she asked, watching the cloud cover over Las Vegas come closer as he began their descent. “Mine’s already hyphenated, so we probably don’t want to add a third and-or fourth hyphen to that.”

“We can share mine,” he offered. “Unless you have some opinions about not taking your significant other’s name.”

“Not really, I can still continue my business under my maiden name, even if I change my initials after marriage.” Marinette shrugged. “Marinette Drake sounds nice to me.”

“It has a certain ring to it,” Tim agreed, coasting the jet to a stop in the middle of the desert surrounding the city. “Do you want to shop for rings together?”

“Sure, we can continue our date in the jewelry store.”

~~~

Marinette walked down the aisle to meet Tim and the Elvis impersonator officiating their wedding.

“Dearly beloved,” the officiant began, addressing Marinette, Tim, and the two wedding hall-supplied witnesses. Neither of them had wanted anyone specific at their wedding, agreeing that combining both of their friendgroups’ chaos would be too much.

“Could we skip straight to the ‘I Do’s?” Marinette asked.

Elvis nodded. “Marinette Dupain-Cheng, do you take Timothy Drake to be your lawfully wedded husband?”

“I do.” She smiled up at him, blue eyes sparkling.

“Timothy Drake, do you take Marinette Dupain-Cheng to be your lawfully wedded wife?”

“I do.” He squeezed her calloused hand.

“Then by the power vested in me by the state of Nevada, I pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss the bride!”

Their first kiss was short and sweet, the two breaking away with wide smiles. Once the papers were signed and witnessed, the new couple headed out with cheerful dispositions.

“Where do you want to go to honeymoon?” Tim asked, rubbing his finger over the ring on his new wife’s hand.

“Paris,” she said immediately. “I haven’t been back in years and I want to see if it really is the City of Love.”

“Any city will be the city of love if you’re there,” he teased, taking great pleasure in seeing her blush.

They made their way back to the Bat-jet, once again cloaked against curious eyes, and Tim charted the course to Paris.

~~~

Marinette stopped on the street, pulling Tim back. “We should get matching tattoos!”

Tim considered it. “What type are you thinking?”

“Something small and simple, don’t worry,” she said, stepping into the tattoo parlour they’d paused in front of. “What if we drew each other a heart and did that?”

Tim nodded. “That sounds cute. Let’s do it.”

The tattoo artist accepted walk-ins, and once they proved they were both of age, quickly got them set up.

Marinette’s perfectly symmetrical heart went on Tim’s left ring finger, where it could take the place of his ring when he had to take it off for work or vigilantism.

Marinette got his slightly lopsided heart on her right ring finger, saying she didn’t want to cover it with her ring when she could look at it every day.

The tattoos were small and they’d both faced worse pain almost every day, so their session ended quickly.

They stepped into the sunny day, non-tattooed hand in hand, careful not to let their neatly-wrapped fingers touch.

“I’m hungry,” Tim proclaimed.

“I happen to know a lovely spot that gets rave reviews,” Marinette replied, swinging his hand between them. “Let’s go, lover boy.”

~~~

The blank face of Batman was only blank if you weren’t a Bat. Tim could read all the worry and confusion in his muscle tightness as soon as he opened the door to Marinette’s balcony.

Wonder Woman stood behind Batman supportively.

Tim groaned. “You ratted me out to B on my honeymoon? I knew Paris wasn’t safe,” he tsked.

“Tim?” Marinette called, stepping out of the bathroom with her hair in a towel from her shower.

Wonder Woman’s eyes widened. “I didn’t know you were with Ladybug. Batman was worried. It’s been a week since you went off-grid, but Oracle was able to find the Bat-jet’s logs and see your last flight was here. What happened?”

“I met Lady Noire in Nepal and we hit it off and decided to get married. B, Marinette Drake. Mari, Batman.”

“Nice to meet you,” said Marinette, bumping Tim with her hip to get out of her way so she could meet her father-in-law. “Hi, Diana. Good to see you, if a little unexpected.”

“Marinette...Drake?” Batman looked between the couple slowly.

“Yep, we got married in Vegas. I thought the paperwork would’ve gone through and pinged on the Batcomputer by now,” Tim said. “Anyways, you’ve seen everything’s chill here, so thanks for coming, we’ll be sure to see you soon, adieu.” He attempted to shoo Batman out of the way so he could close the door and escape back inside.

“Tim, you’re not acting like yourself.” Batman gripped his arm gently to stall him. “What happened to you in Nepal?”

“Nothing. We took out the assassins after us and Mari evaporated the Pit and then we got married in Vegas, keep up. It’s our honeymoon, we’re taking a break, we’re not in immediate danger. Relax,” Tim pushed Batman’s hand off of him.

Batman caught his hand, staring at the tattoo on his finger, then looking to Marinette’s hand.

Before either of them blinked, Batman had a needle in Tim’s arm and was drawing blood.

“Hey!” Tim yelped.

“We might as well prove we’re fine, right?” said Mari calmly, stroking down his other arm to entwine their fingers. “It’s not like we have anything to hide.”

“It’s not about hiding stuff, it’s the fact that B is an overbearing ass, but you’re right, it’ll get rid of him quicker.” Tim relaxed, squeezing her hand three times.

Marinette offered her arm to Batman to collect her blood as well, figuring compliance was the fastest way out of the situation.

Once their blood was collected, Batman and Wonder Woman left and the couple headed back inside, Tim grumbling about Batman’s lack of faith in him.

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Batman was once again on their balcony. Marinette sighed. “Tim, B’s here with our results!”

It was Tim’s turn to emerge from the shower, towelling his hair dry. “Cool,” he said flatly, opening the door. “So, come to apologize for doubting us, B?”

Batman didn’t move.

Tim stared at him.

Finally Batman stepped forward, offering a small stack of papers stapled together–their blood test results.

“There are lingering traces of inhibition lowering drugs in both of your systems.”

Tim thought back to the red cloud the assassins had released around him. “Oh.”

Marinette brushed against him. “We were drugged? But the suit protects me…”

“Ra’s was working with magic users recently,” Tim informed her glumly. “It’s what got me digging around the League this time.”

“Oh.”

Batman looked at the two of them awkwardly. “I have neutralizing pills you can take if you want.”

Tim took the baggie, feeling a little like a drug dealer and stepped back.

“Thanks, I guess. Bye, B.”

He closed the door on Batman, drawing the drapes so the snoop couldn’t spy on him and Mari.

She coughed awkwardly. “So much for being fine, heh.”

He handed her a pill, popping one in his mouth and sipping from the coffee mug sitting on the desk.

“We should probably wait to discuss this when we’re sure the drugs are out of our systems,” he suggested as she swallowed her own pill.

They sat in silence for an hour, lost in thought.

Finally, Tim deemed it good enough. “I don’t regret it. Maybe it was fast, but from the time we’ve spent together after it, I know I don’t regret it.”

Marinette shook her head. “Neither do I. It’s not like we were on sex pollen or anything, it was just an inhibition lower. I wouldn’t act any differently than I’ve done this past week except agreeing to date you instead of marry you. As far as I’m concerned, I’ll still date you. We’ve just solved the major relationship problems of ‘Do they like me?’ ‘Will they date me?’ ‘Will they marry me?’ and now we can just grow our relationship.”

“You make it sound so easy,” Tim snorted. “But yes. We can just keep dating each other. Dates shouldn’t stop after you get married, anyways.”

“That’s the spirit!” Marinette leaned forward, dropping a peck on his cheek. “So, shall we go on a date?”

#timari #fic #ali writes #dcxmlb #maribat #mss2024 #shutterbug station 2024

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official-timari-server · 4 months

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Introducing one of Maribat’s Newest Servers:

The Timari Coven

We’re a community of writers and artist that appreciate the good things in life. Like Timari, coffee, and little to no sleep.

Here’s a few fun things within our server:

☕︎ A fun-loving community of ship loving individuals

☕︎ Author and artist support

☕︎ Collectible and earnable roles

☕︎ Friendly and fair competitions run by staff and members alike

☕︎ Flower themed author channels for plotting, ideas, links, arts, and your own personal use

☕︎ A positive, respectful environment

☕︎ Appropriate moderation and staff support

☕︎ Puns sometimes

We already have some awesome people here, and we hope you join us too!

-> Join Today

Artist credits:

Not official titles

“Kenough” @aquilavela

“Timari Sleepy Cuddles” @ghostdoodlen

“Duck doodles” (2) @velveteenshadow

“Timari Silhouette” @duskyashe

“Timari Coffee mug” @duskyashe

“Pinky lock ladybug” @duskyashe

“Duck mug” @the-coffee-fandom

“Timari Halloween” @the-coffee-fandom

Special thanks to @aquilavela for drafting up the post

#maribat #maribat server #Timari #Timari server #Timari discord server #discord #maribat fandom #timinette #timinette server #fandom discord #dc x mlb #mlb x dc

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the-coffee-fandom · 3 months

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Cover by me

Authors Note: My friends convinced me to write what I dreamt of last night so here’s my quick ficlet on the part I remember. Join us on discord if you’d like.

The Mimic

By: The Coffee Fandom

Gifted to: @velveteenshadow and @aries-infinity

Fandom: Maribat

Rating: Explicit

(Dead Dove: Do Not Eat)

Pairings: Gen

Summary:

It was rampant in the streets. There was no escaping it. So many had been infected already but in Gotham? It created a sense of community almost.

That is, until it evolved.

No one is safe anymore.

We're... re.... aaaa..... safe... •

Please.. leas... ase... r...n.....n.....n....

-> AO3 LINK

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duskyashe · 9 months

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I DID MARIBAT/DAMINETTE ART FOR THE TTT EVENT THE MARIBAT SERVER RAN THE PAST WEEK and COMPLETELY FORGOT TO POST IT Ó⁠╭⁠╮⁠Ò Luckily, I posted everything in the server and that counted for the event, so now I'm just playing catch-up (⁠；⁠^⁠ω⁠^⁠）This post will have everything I submitted for the TTT event for convenience sake lol

The two drawings at the top and the two just above are my Fae!Daminette au portraits, I spent a day and a half on them and I'm really proud of how they turned out (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠)

Next, I did Dickinette, Jasonette, and Timari as silhouettes/shadow couples, doing various couple-y things. I also did Daminette again, but theirs is a bit more special (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

I have three versions of Daminette's silhouette/shadow couple piece, simply because I couldn't decide which one liked better ╮⁠(⁠＾⁠▽⁠＾⁠)⁠╭

I also submitted some screenshots from an upcoming vampire!Jasonette fic that may or may not count, but it wasn't finished in time to post, so that'll be coming out some time soon ¯⁠\⁠_⁠༼⁠ ⁠ಥ⁠ ⁠‿⁠ ⁠ಥ⁠ ⁠༽⁠_⁠/⁠¯

And that's all, folks! Have a good morning/day/night!

#maribat fanart #maribat #ttt2023 #dickinette #jasonette #timari #daminette #digital fanart #dc x mlb #miraculous x dc #dusky draws

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maribat-media · 2 months

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Maribat Media Poll Sunday #3

Maribat Month has arrived everyone!

For further information on the event, check out @official-timari-server! There are rules for submitting as well as a point system for the event. It is perfect for enjoyers and creators of Fluff/Angst.

Good luck to everyone creating for the event!

#maribat #maribat media #maribatmedia #maribatters #bugbats #maribat media poll sunday #mlb x dc #shutterbug station 2024 #mss2024 #angst v fluff #maribat month #Maribat Month 2024

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olivia-anderson-fanfic · 2 years

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Maribat Masterlists

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Satisfied

54 chapters, 86k words

Ship: Timinette

Summary: After defeating Hawkmoth, Marinette has nothing left to do. Thankfully, she gets a job offer in one of the most interesting cities in the world.

Soulmarks

21 chapters, 34k words for the original, 36.5k words for the edited version

Ship: Timinette

Summary: Soulmate Au where things that people love/hate appear tattooed on their soulmate’s body.

Another One?!

7 parts, 65k words

Ship: Adrienette

Summary: Adrienette moves to Gotham because of Circumstances and try to fix the system. On the way, they adopt like fifty kids.

Not Safe For Work(aholics) AO3 LINK

850 words

Ship: Timinette

Summary: ;)

Stalker x Stalker

13 chapters, 51.3k words

Ship: Timinette

Summary: A perfectionist stalker with a caffeine addiction falls for another perfectionist stalker with a caffeine addiction

Canary

51 chapters, 180k words

Ship: Timinette

Summary: Marinette knew that, eventually, she would mess up. She just wished the consequences would be different.

Into The Unknown

57 chapters, 128k words

Ship: Timinette

Summary: “We let Batman’s kid turn into a baby,” she whispered… then, it sunk in more. “We let Batman’s kid turn into a baby.”

Routines AO3 LINK

2k words

Ship: Timinette

Summary: Tim and Marinette are workaholics. It's fine. They don't need to spend every waking moment together, not when the tiny routines they maintain leave them feeling so satisfied.

Wings and Halos AO3 LINK

7.7k words

Ship: Timinette

Summary: A ghosthunting AU. Happy Halloween!

Grade A Idiots AO3 LINK

7.8k words

Ship: Timinette

Summary: Academic rivals to lovers Timinette Edition

Bound (Previously named I Feel You)

2k words for original, 57k for full length

Ship: Timinette

Summary: There is a lot of speculation about why soulmates are bonded through their pain. Marinette and Tim don’t care about why it is happening, they just want it to stop.

The enemy of my enemy is ALSO my enemy

20k words

Focus: Marinette&Jason&Adrien

Summary: Jason was fine spending his afterlife as a glorified office worker. It was a good way to pass the seventeen years he would have to wait to be revived... right up until a particular Miraculous Cure started making his job a million times harder for him.

A light misunderstanding AO3 Link

4k words

Pairing: Dukinette

Summary: When plant-based sigils start cropping up all over Gotham, his first thought is that the city had yet another ecoterrorist on the loose. This... might have been a hasty assumption.

Trials and Defibrillations

Currently Unfinished

Focus: Marinette&Adrien

Summary: Marinette Dupain-Cheng opens up a secret clinic for the villains of Gotham under the nose of her roommate. Adrien Agreste opens up a secret clinic for the vigilantes of Gotham under the nose of his roommate. Everything is fine.

Down the Rabbithole

Currently Unfinished

Ship: Timaridrien

Summary: Damian has been trapped in the body of his infant self. He is not very happy about this. Ladybug, Red Robin, and Chat Noir are also not particularly happy about this, either, because now they have a baby to take care of.

The Corpse Bride AO3 LINK

750 words

Ship: Timinette

Summary: The box was heavy in his pocket as he fell to his knees in front of her. Perfect and wrong all at once.

Timari January 2023 Masterlist

OHSHC AU (Keysmash)

Currently unfinished

Ship: Mariharem

Summary: Flowers fluttered past her, carried by some kind of impossible breeze. One smacked her in the face. (Or the Ouran High School Host Club AU. Or the Keysmash AU for the cultured people of the MGI server.)

My My AO3 LINK

4k words

Ship: Dukinette

Summary: I think we have a spy.

MGI Bracket War 2023 Fics

Just Fine and Dandelions

Currently Unfinished

Ship: Dukinette

Summary: Like other magical creatures, witches are very territorial.

Stale(mate) AO3 LINK

6k words

Ship: Dickinette

Summary: Vampire!au Dickinette. Vampire!Mari says ACAB. As a cop, Dick thinks this is very concerning.

What a drag! AO3 LINK

1k words

Focus: Bruce&Marinette

Summary: Mari taking out the trash. The trash in question is Gabriel Agreste.

Welcome to the Show

Currently unfinished

Ship: Adrienette

Summary: ORV Maribat AU

A pleasant surprise AO3 LINK

400 words

Ship: Stephinette

Summary: Steph has a surprise for Marinette

Mercy AO3 LINK

7k words

Summary: Cass sees a pair of mers struggling in a trap, and so she helps them out. The mers see Cass struggling with her dad, and so they return the favor.

Focus: Adrien&Cass&Mari

How to train your Drake

Currently Unfinished

Ship: Timinette

Summary: It all came down to this. Marinette was going to face off against the fearsome dragon that had been terrorizing her town for years... but she had not been prepared to find a random, hot guy at the top of the tower.

‘Til we see the sunlight

Currently Unfinished

Ship: Dukinette

Summary: An immortal and a time traveler walk into a convenience store.

Have you never heard of such a thing, darling?

14k words

Ship: Timinette

Summary: The Timari Buzzfeed Unsolved AU.

Lollipops AO3 LINK

1k words

Ship: Timinette

Summary: Marinette’s clinic gets a new patient

Broken Hearts Are Contagious AO3 LINK

4k words

Focus: Tim&Marinette

Summary: Hanahaki au with a twist.

#lost my sanity doing all these masterlists #hope you appreciate

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anjuschiffer · 1 month

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The Void You Left Behind

For @official-timari-server event: Shutterbug Station 2024

Prompt: Dwelling

Tags: @toodaloo-kangaroo @vixen-uchiha

A03

When was the last time I was here? Luka found himself asking himself as he turned the key to their apartment.

Was it after the funeral?

Or a few days after?

Was it when he let Alya clean the apartment?

He couldn’t quite remember, but even so, he stepped in.

Why was it so dark in here? And cold? Wasn’t it always nice and warm?

Maybe it was because he hadn’t been here in a while. Yeah, that had to be it.

He probably remembered it wrong.

Luka kicked his shoes at the entrance, stumbling over one as he stepped further into their apartment. He cursed it as he let his bag drop to the floor, listening as the thud echoed out into the kitchen.

It was only then that he realized that he was probably going to have to order take out. After all, he wasn’t greeted by the usual aroma of freshly baked bread he would often smell upon opening the apartment. He stared at the barren counter and unused stove.

“Luka! Welcome back!”

For once, Luka saw the kitchen tidy and sparkling clean. Something he rarely saw in their five years of residing in their apartment.

Usually, he’d see the occasional pot or pan on the counter or on the stove. Some days it was a pastry on the counter cooling off or a plate of food waiting for him. There were days where he saw a timer and scattered recipes on the counter followed by a yell telling him to check the stove or oven.

“Luka! Can you taste the soup?”

His stomach growled, signaling him to hurry up with the ordering. So he made his way to their couch to be able to think about his possible decisions for dinner.

As he made his way over, he could hear each and every step he took with clarity, hating that his socks didn’t muffle it one bit.

He plopped himself onto the couch, quickly opening up his phone and scrolling through apps to see what he wanted to order. He felt the couch dip next to him, a smile curling on his lips as he felt something warm lean into him.

“Hey Mari, want any-” Luka stopped himself when he realized no one actually sat next to him, feeling his throat close up at the realization.

With his hunger long gone, he decided to just watch something on the tv when he realized that the remote wasn’t on the coffee table where it usually rested…on top of the coaster Mari made when they first moved into the apartment.

Luka picked up the crocheted coaster, chuckling at the uneven stitching and obvious mistakes she did while trying to make the round edges of the flower.

“Must you keep reminding me of your absence?” He whispered to himself, laying the coaster back onto the table as he got up, barely registering the answering machine that went off in the kitchen.

“-it’s Tim…just wanted to let you know…if you can’t stay the night, you know you can always stay with us again, okay? Just…call me when you can…okay? ”

He walked past barren walls that were once covered with their wedding photos and photos of their many dates. Photos of their friends and miscellaneous trinkets they would buy while they traveled the world. Photos that were now stored in their guest room that was probably thickly coated in dust.

Getting closer to their room, he swore he heard a voice coming from it, only to find no one there.

Instead, something shiny caught his attention thanks to the small crack of light that made its way through the curtains, causing a reflection to bounce off the metallic item laying on their bed.

He approached it, his throat completely closing up as he picked it up.

Her wedding ring.

The same ring she wore the day she died in the car accident.

The ring that matched his own.

A ring that was the pair to the one he never took off ever since they got married seven years ago.

A ring that once symbolized their promise to each other.

“Til death do us part.” Luka croaked out, feeling his knees give out.

He screamed into the bed sheets, gripping at them as he finally let out everything he had been bottling up all this time.

He didn’t know how long he had screamed and cried for, but he knew it was for a while.

His eyes felt heavy as he stared at the ring in front of his feet, laughing back at him as he pulled the comforter closer to his skin.

Despite its looks, the comforter felt cold against his skin. It did not comfort him in any way; it felt nothing like Marinette’s warm embraces.

Something he had to learn to live without…

A life without Mari…

He slowly closed his eyes, the quietness of the apartment lulling him to sleep.

He hoped he would never wake up…

#lukanette #Shutterbug Station 2024 #MSS 2024

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