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the-witches-you-couldnt-burn · 2 years

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The rules that govern your heart

An early birthday gift for @verymuchimmortalcat, I hope you enjoy <3

Ao3

A Knight’s first rule is to obey their orders without question.

She’d like to think that she wouldn’t ever do this, but when Cassandra saw her, rules just didn’t apply.

A Knight’s second rule is to protect your target with your life.

Cassandra would give more than her life. Her lady could take her arms and legs to make her crawl. She could take her eyes and make her blind. Cass would always find a way to follow her.

Her.

With the beautiful navy hair, cropped perfectly at her shoulders. Her eyes were the clearest blue Cass had ever seen, the sky would be jealous and the ocean was envious. She looked good in anything; dark blues, violets, pinks and greens. Personally, Cassandra liked a light blue dress that her lady wore to a garden party in April; it had light pink trims and it ended just above her knees. She looked like a porcelain doll. Her lady, Miss Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Her mother was a figure that Cassandra had known since she entered the academy. Marquess Sabine Cheng was Captain of the Queen’s Guard; The Silver Cranes. Madam Cheng is the only female Captain within the Knight rankings and was highly praised. During her time as a young adult, she was sought after, as she had power and wealth. But she chose the second son of a Count that lived in the countryside.

Her new husband, Mister Tom Dupain worked in a bakery to help support his family that was on the verge of bankruptcy. Sabine met him on one of her missions and adored his cooking so decided to keep him. As word of his cooking skills spread, he became known as one of the best bakers in the kingdom. He ran a popular bakery; occasionally his wife and daughter stepped in when they had time.

Marinette was the flower of the kingdom, everyone who was anyone wanted to be her lover or friend. Lucky for them she had a big heart. It made Cassandra hopeful that one day her lady might look at her the same way.

It was as if she stepped into a painting. Long green grass, wildflowers coloured in blues, purples, pinks, oranges and yellows. There was a willow tree atop the hill, its strings of leaves blew gracefully in the gentle wind. Miss Marinette lay in the grass, head tucked into the elbow of her dress to block out the sun. It was the same blue dress that Cass adored.

“Cass!” Marinette squealed. “Come lay with me!”

The first rule of knighthood, obey your orders. Cass couldn’t argue with that. “Yes, my lady.”

Yes. My lady.

She laid down, her back relaxed but her armour dug into her skin.

“What do you see Cass?”

“Pardon?” The guard’s head turned towards the noble girl.

Marinette’s smile was blinding, Cass saw white for what felt like minutes. “The clouds! What do you see?”

Cass never had time to cloud watch. Her heartbeat fastened as she looked up and didn’t know what to say.

Her voice was small and unlike a knight’s, “I don’t know, my lady.”

The bluenette sat up, reclining back on her arms. “Well, over there—“ she shifted her weight and lifted one arm to point to the right. “I see a frog.” She switched over arms and pointed in another direction. “There’s a butterfly. That’s a book. Those thin clouds look like fields! Oh! Or they could be streams!”

She continued until the entire sky was littered with images. Cass stared up in awe. Now she could see them all, she gasped, “Woah.”

“Cassandra?”

“Yes, my lady?” Marinette held her full attention now. Her name sounded heavenly from her pink lips.

“Can I ask you a question?” Her head tilted, blue bangs nearly falling into her eyes, as they flirted with her long dark lashes.

“Of course, my lady.”

Marinette gave a small smile and shyly looked down. “You can call me Marinette when it’s just us.”

“Ok, Miss Marinette.” Her lady gave her a sad smile and Cass didn’t understand why. It pained her heart but she kept her poker face like a good knight.

“Knights have rules to follow right?” Cass nodded in affirmation, and Marinette shuffled closer; less than an arms-length apart. “And you must follow them right?”

“Yes. If we don’t, we lose our honour. A Knight without honour is. . .” She gulped the words getting caught in her throat. She couldn’t remember a time when she was nervous.

Marinette moved even closer, their legs pressed against each other and her soft hand cupped the knight’s cheek. Their breaths intermingled and Cass diverted her eyes. For the first time in her life, she felt shy.

Marinette lifted the ravenette’s chin with her fingertips until they were looking into each other's eyes once more. “May I order you to love me?” She whispered.

Their lips were a hair length apart.

“Already done.” Their lips met. They fell back onto the grassy knoll, flowers tickled Marinette’s arm as she laid upon Cass’ chest. When they broke apart, Cass grinned up at her. She ran her gloved hand through blue tendrils of hair. “My Marinette.”

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miracle-sham · 1 year

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Whence The Dragons Arise from the Darkness Inside.

| {MGI Civil War 3 Event} |

| {Dragons, Royal} |

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| There was something wrong in the Kingdom, dragons razing villages to the ground and many people disappearing. Captured and dragged before the King, the rebel Ladybug must find out the truth before it becomes too late for her as well. |

| Word Count: 3809. |

| Warnings/Tags: Fantasy/Royal/Dragons AU, No Miraculous, Hurt/Traitor Adrien (he's not bad it's just complicated), Hurt Marinette, Hair Pulling, Chains, Blood and Torture, Canon-Typical Violence, Rebellion, Dungeons, Burns, Betrayal, Animal Transformation, Dragon!Mari, Dehumanisation and Abuse Towards a Character Transformed Into an Animal, Angst and Feels, Swearing, Rescue Mission, Ambiguous/Open Ending. |

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| A/N: If you couldn't tell yet, I'm a sucker for Dragon AUs so when I saw the prompt I just couldn't not write something for it! I hope you enjoy reading this as much as I did writing it! |

| Also side note, Don’t Like? Don’t Read. |

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The stained glass mosaic floor of King Gabriel Agreste the Scarlet Moth's throne room was cold and dug into the bare skin of Ladybug's shins and knees exposed by her torn and burnt leather armour as she kneeled before him. The manacles were even colder still, cutting into her wrists and ankles so tightly that she couldn't feel her fingertips or toes anymore. Though both the manacles and mosaic were slowly warming as blood trickled from her numerous wounds and began to pool, staining her red armour black in patches.

She kept her gaze to the ground, head bowed, hair loose, veiling her face from the King's view. Breathing as even as possible but with every rise of her chest, a hitch in her breath. Her heart pounded like the ringing of a death knell. Is this the end? Was all she could think.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” The Royal Advisor Sancoeur announced, in her disgustingly opulent dress of dragon scales, peacock feathers, silk, and sapphires. The people were starving, were dying in the streets, and she could afford to wear something where half the materials were saturated in the blood of the poor who harvested them.

Ladybug didn't react. She refused to acknowledge her old name, let alone be known by it. Marinette had died years ago, along with her parents and their home when it was razed to the ground by dragon's breath. Ladybug had survived a dragon attack, numerous in fact. Marinette had not.

“You stand before—”

Snorting loudly, her shoulders shook and the manacle chains rattled.

The King stood, enraged by her audacity, fury practically crackling from him like lightning. “You dare—”

“You call this standing?” She rasped, gesturing with jangling manacled hands towards herself, on her knees, bloodied and beaten.

Footsteps approached from behind, slow and heavy, followed by the clank of a metal gauntlet being adjusted, was all the warning she got. In a split second, that metal gauntlet seized the back of her head. Claw-tipped fingers nicking her scalp and drawing beads of blood. Tangling in her ash-stained hair.

Ladybug grimaced but refused to make a noise of pain. Refused to let her pain entertain and quell the King's wrath.

The grip tightened. Her breathing stuttered. Barely stifling a whimper from the back of her throat. The gauntlet wrenched her head upwards to face the King. Like she was just a puppet on strings. It burned.

Tears threatened to spill from the corners of her eyes as her vision blurred.

Royal Advisor Sancoeur cleared her throat. “You kneel—”

—Ladybug snarled up at them silently, blinking back the tears until her vision cleared and all that remained was the fury burning in her eyes. Sancoeur made it sound as if she were willingly kneeling before the King to offer her allegiance.—

The King stared down at her, eyes dark, with a smirk uncurling upon his lips, as he slowly sat back down upon his white crystal marble and dark purple velvet throne.

“—before the Royal Court, for the crimes of:” Royal Advisor Sancoeur took a breath, quickly unravelling a very long scroll, and began reading. “High treason, attempted regicide against the King, and Crown Prince on multiple accounts; abduction, attempted torture and indoctrination of the Crown Prince; misprision of treason, defection, sedition; abduction, torture, indoctrination, and endangerment via dragons of hundreds of Parisian children and young adults; espionage, brigandage, witchcraft on multiple accounts, murder on multiple accounts, and lastly, contempt of court.”

Ladybug remained silent, not even bothering to listen to crimes attributed to her, for her gaze wandered over to the smaller white marble throne, lined with the palest blue velvet, in the shadow of the King's throne. Where the Cat's Paw of a Renegade Prince was seated primly.

He did not meet her eyes.

She didn't expect him to. But the shock of seeing Adrien—dressed in white silks, diamonds, and pale blue finery with that blank look in his eyes—made her lips curl up bitterly.

A sharp tug on her hair dragged her attention back to the King and his Advisor.

“Due to the nature of your crimes,” Royal Advisor Sancoeur continued, “you shall undergo trial by fire for each crime. If every burn heals once three days have passed, then you shall be proclaimed innocent of all crimes and released from Royal Custody.” She paused to allow the attending council to murmur amongst themselves.

Ladybug didn't need to look away from the King to know that they were undoubtedly sneering down at her and mocking the very thought of her being innocent of the crimes.

Royal Advisor Sancoeur cleared her throat to quieten the Court. “Should even a single burn fester, then you shall be proclaimed guilty of all crimes and be sentenced to burning alive unless you repent and seek to atone for your crimes, in which case you shall instead be sent to the oubliette for the rest of your days.”

Three days. Three days. That's how long she had, to find out what had happened to all of the disappearances attributed to her and the rebellion, and then to either escape on her own, or hope that Cass or the rest of the Rebellion would come rescue her. Or else she'd die painfully either way. No one ever returned from the oubliette, a fate worse than death some would even consider.

The King rhythmically tapped his fingers against the arm of the throne, still smirking down at her. “Send the traitor to the Ember Dungeons so that the trial by fire may begin as soon as possible. And ensure that she is given three full meals and clean drinking water, every day whilst we await the results.”

The gauntlet wrenched her up onto her feet by the hair once more. Ladybug winced, unable to keep the grimace off her face from the pain.

Finally releasing its hold on her, she twisted around to see who it was. A knight in dark grey and blue striped armour.

Her heart sank. Eyes wide. Mouth agape. The gauntlet that had grabbed her—hurt her—belonged to none other than the new Captain of the Royal Guard (the previous was among the missing). Their spy, a fellow rebel, Dick Grayson. That… that hadn't been necessary, he could've just—

She didn't know. He was supposed to be on their side but… Then why—why go so far?

Swallowing thickly she turned away, hands shaking.

Cass was going to be devastated if she found out what her brother had just done. What if she knew already—no, no, she would never stand for that, never would let that happen… but…?

He shoved her between the shoulder blades. “Get moving.”

Stumbling, she tripped over the manacles around her ankles. The only thing keeping her from falling over was Dick wrenching at the back neckline of her armour. She gasped helplessly, as her own armour choked her for a moment.

“Move.” Dick ordered again, tone clipped and emotionless, letting go of her just to shove her again.

Gaze flickering frantically around the throne room, she licked her lips, mouth going dry. “W-where…?”

He scoffed, grabbing at the manacle chain around her wrists and dragging her across the room towards an unassuming door.

Before she was removed from the room, two voices caught her ear.

“The King's kindness is wasted on a wretched girl like that.” The first sneered.

“Indeed. She's guilty without question, it's plain to see, those meals would be better given to those who actually deserve to be fed.” The second agreed.

It took all her willpower not to turn towards them and spit curses at them. Not that the curses would actually do anything, but still, she couldn't help the slight curl of vindictiveness in her heart at their unashamed cruelty.

Across hallway after hallway, through doorway through doorway, down stairs upon stairs, finally they reached a door blackened and warped by extensive scorch marks, and a wrought iron dragon-shaped knocker, deep beneath the Palace. It was like a maze, but Ladybug couldn't help the sneaking suspicion that Dick had dragged her around randomly to exhaust and mislead her so escape would be even more difficult.

Dick didn't even glance at her despite the fact they were alone. He grabbed her by the nearest shoulder to him and kept her between him and the stairs back up to the palace. Grasping the knocker, he loudly rapped it against the door.

With a decrepit groan, the heavy wooden door squealed on its hinges as it was prised open from the other side.

A low dark stone tunnel lurked beyond, flanked by torch sconces on either side of the walls, and two dark purple armoured knights.

Dick nodded to the two and began pushing Ladybug forwards, following behind her every step.

She grit her teeth and kept her breathing slow and even, not uttering a single complaint as she stepped into the foreboding gloom.

The knights watched her silently, turning their heads as she drew closer to them.

But the second Dick stepped across the threshold, the knights raised their spears to his neck. Slipping into a defensive position that separated Ladybug from the exit, and Dick from her.

“Halt. Remove your hand from the prisoner and return to your post.” The knight to the right ordered.

Slowly, Dick raised his hand off of her shoulders and into the air. “I was instructed to bring the traitor to the Ember Dungeons for trial by fire.”

The left knight nodded to him. “You have accomplished your order then. Now leave.”

Dick did not move.

The right knight grunted. “It seems you do not understand. This prisoner,” gesturing towards Ladybug, “is now under our jurisdiction. None may pass beyond this threshold barring prisoners and those in the Akuma Guard.”

“As you are neither,” the left knight continued, “you are to leave and return to your post or the King shall be alerted and your ranks stripped.”

Dick raised an eyebrow. “I am Captain of the Royal Guard.”

“Your captaincy holds no power nor sway down here.” The right knight sneered.

The Captain cast a disdainful glance towards Ladybug before stalking off, back into the palace without another word.

Leaving her alone, with two Akuma Guard knights—a rank of knights she had never heard of before—and their spears blocking her only exit.

Lowering the spear, the right knight slipped past her so that there was a knight on either side of her, and plucked one of the torches from the nearest sconce.

“This way.” The knight grunted, metal sabatons clattering against the stone with every step.

She didn't move, not at first. The right knight didn't turn around to check she was following.

A sharp jab to the back forced her forwards. Letting out a hiss between her teeth.

The left knight, the one still behind her, jabbed the tip of the spear into her armour, not quite piercing through it but applying enough force it still hurt. “Follow.”

Closing her eyes for a moment, she breathed in deeply and then complied with the order. What choice did she have?

Slowly, she began to walk after the right knight, keeping within the feeble light cast by the torch he carried; wary of the left knight close behind her.

If the palace itself had been a maze, then the Ember dungeons were a labyrinth.

It felt as though it took centuries to traverse the twisting and winding corridors of the Dungeon, splitting off into seemingly endless shadowed stone passageways and bolted iron doors. Eventually, the knights stopped in front of an iron door warped and rusted, clearly damaged by fire.

The right knight stepped forwards, keys jangling as the heavy bolt was unlocked. A wretched squeal of the hinges anteceded the door swinging open into a dark cell. Just barely visible within the room, from the torch held outside, was a stone altar with black iron hoops and chains attached to it.

Ladybug froze up.

Snorting, the left knight shoved her into the room unceremoniously. And when she still didn't move willingly, he dragged her over to the altar and hooked the chains to the manacles around her wrists and ankles.

The chains were long enough to give her some space to move but not enough to let her reach even halfway to the door. Escaping, or getting rescued was going to be harder than expected.

She swallowed thickly, watching the knights in trepidation, barely resisting the urge to check the chains' limits right in front of them.

“We suggest you get some rest.” The right knight stated.

The left knight walked back to rejoin the other. “We shall return once preparations for your trial by fire have been sorted.”

The heavy door slammed shut, faintly rattling the chains all the way on the altar from the force.

“Do not try to escape.” One knight ordered.

“It shall not end well for you.” The other finished.

Ladybug listened to the rustling of the bolt and keys being locked, and then the sounds of the knights' sabatons marching off and away.

Leaving her cold, and alone, in the pitch-black dungeon cell.

She sighed, and tried to wriggle her wrists to test the chains and manacles but both were strongly made, she wouldn't be getting out of them anytime soon without something to break them.

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Ladybug bolted awake at the sound of keys rattling in the cell's door. She cursed under her breath, how could she have fallen asleep?

The horrific squeal of the door opening pierced the air. Wincing, she squinted up at the doorway as torchlight flooded the gloomy room.

Her heart plummeted as the sight of the King greeted her.

Smirking down at her, the King stepped into the room, sceptre in hand. The two knights from earlier, flanking just behind him, one lugging a satchel in.

The King put his hand out, and the knight dutifully pulled a piece of blood-red chalk from within and handed it over to the King.

He brought the chalk up to his eye, the reds shifting in the dancing light of the flame. “Please try not to disturb the chalk once it has been laid out, otherwise we'll have to make it so you can't interfere, understood?”

Ladybug nodded slowly, watching their every move with bated breath.

The King rolled his eyes and curled his lip in contempt. “Good enough for now I suppose.”

With a surprising grace considering how heavy the King's armour and cloak must've been, with the thick fur and excessive jewellery adorning him too, he began to draw strange symbols and lines in the blood-red chalk. He circled around her, connected the lines and adding more symbols until a multilayered ritual circle was fully formed centred around the altar—around her.

She didn't dare move, if they were using magic to burn her for each crime instead then damaging the circle in any way could have devastating or even fatal results.

The King then set out black candles at various points in the circle, and lit each one carefully.

Ladybug swallowed thickly, gaze straying to the numerous flickering flames now surrounding her.

Stepping back, the King bared his teeth at her in the mockery of a smile. “Now, let us begin your trial.”

He swept his arm in a wide gesture, so that the sceptre pointed towards her.

One moment there was scarlet energy crackled around the tip of the sceptre.

The next, there was muffled screaming.

It took far too long for Ladybug to realise it was her screaming, as she arched her back and thrashed against the chains. Tears streaming down her face as she gasped for breath between searing screams. Agony etched itself into her very bones with each passing second as the crackling grew louder and louder and louder and the room glowed brighter and brighter red.

She struggled to swallow her still-beating heart as the darkness crept in at the edges of her sight.

The King's maniacal cackles were the last thing she heard, as the pain claimed her consciousness.

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The second his shift had ended, Dick had cursed with every swear and minced oath he knew under his breath, and immediately set out for the city below. He needed to meet with Cass and the rest of their rebellion squad immediately. Dressed in simple non-identifying clothes and a black cloak, he dashed across rooftops until he reached the abandoned inn.

Slipping in through a broken first-floor window, he darted through the clean but unoccupied room, and slid down the bannister to the bar room below.

Cass and the others were already waiting for him.

Felix was behind the bar, pouring a drink for himself and Allegra, whilst Mireille, Claude, and Allen were sat around a table in the middle of the room exchanging notes of some kind.

Legs dangling from her perch in the rafters, Cass stared down at her older brother. “Where.” She croaked, red eyes and dried tear streaks barely visible in the low light.

“Ember Dungeons.” Dick responded immediately, glancing towards the others, as he scanned the room quickly.

“Fuck.” Felix hissed, nearly dropping the glasses.

“Yeah,” Dick responded, swallowing thickly. “She's been sentenced to trial by fire, for every crime committed by the rebellion.”

“You're joking!” Claude gasped, “that's not—”

“It's the King. You think it matters what it's not.” Felix snarled.

Mireille stood up. “How long? Until the trial?”

Sighing, Dick raked a hand through his hair, dishevelling it. “The trial's already begun. We have three days to get Ladybug out and find out what we can about the disappearances.”

“Shit.” Allegra grimaced, closing her eyes. “This is gonna be hell to pull off.”

“We will save her.” Cass asserted, swinging down from the rafters. “We're not leaving her.”

“It's not a matter of leaving,” Dick answered. “If we don't save her before the three days are up, then depending on whether she's proclaimed innocent or guilty by the trial; then she'll be sentenced to the oubliette for the rest of her life, or publicly burnt alive.”

The second he finished speaking, the others all burst into yells.

Dick breathed in shakily, closing his eyes so he wouldn't have to face them and waiting until the others grew quiet again. “Even worse.”

“Oh no.” Mireille muttered, wringing her hands.

“Ladybug recognised me whilst I was undercover, and reacted in obvious shock.” Dick licked his lips for a moment before continuing. “I had to keep pretences up because the palace is crawling with the King's observation magic, and I couldn't afford my cover to be blown before we got her out, so she probably thinks I'm a traitor, like the fucking Prince.”

Claude slumped onto the tabletop, head thunking against the wood. “This is a mess.”

“You can say that again.” Felix snorted.

Shaking his head, Dick walked over to the table and unravelled a large map of every room on every level of the palace. He waited until Cass, Felix, and Allegra joined them at the table.

“This,” he said, pointing at a small innocuous room, labelled cellar staircase, “is the entrance to the Ember Dungeons. After those stairs is a long corridor which ends in a burnt wooden door with a wrought iron dragon-shaped knocker. The Dungeons are beyond that door.”

Allan frowned, furrowing his brows and pursing his lips. “But there's no evidence of any underground dungeons below.”

Shaking his head, Dick sighed again. “The location is a heavily kept secret, I was only informed of it upon becoming the Captain of the Royal Guard, and even then I was refused access into the dungeons themselves.”

“So let's get this right?” Allegra huffed. “We've got three days to work out how to break into the palace,—”

—Dick nodded.—

“—something not a single member of the rebellion has successfully achieved yet,—”

—“Yep,” Claude piped up.—

“—enter some dungeons in which we have no map and no knowledge of except that they exist,—”

—“Uh-huh.” Felix chimed in drily.—

“—And save Ladybug before she's executed or they make her disappear as well because I think we can all agree that they're clearly using the oubliette as an excuse for some of the disappearances.” Allegra finished.

“Sounds about right.” Dick muttered darkly.

Cass slammed her hand down on the map. “We will succeed. The King will pay.”

Allegra sighed. “Well then, let's get your girlfriend back then.”

And with a long night ahead of them, they began to plot.

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“How disappointing.” The King mused, lowering the sceptre to stare down at the tiny little pink-scaled and purple-spined dragon with red and black elytron wings, wreathed in dwarfing chains and curled up on the centre of the altar.

The Flapling made a pathetic plaintive whine and twitched feebly, clearly still disoriented and in pain from the magic bleeding from the Sceptre.

“And here I thought, that one of the most notorious and troublesome rebellion leaders, would have a more impressive draconic form.” He sighed, stepping towards the ex-rebel. “Such a pitiful nuisance, foiling my plans to the very end, aren't you.”

Poking it with the tip of the still glowing sceptre, elicited a miserable cry, writhing and wailing as it tried to flail away from his torment.

The King scoffed, eyeing her quivering form. “You'll be of no use in the raids against the rebellion, but with the right training, perhaps you'll still be of some use. If the Rebellion ever learn of what my dragons really are, do you think they'd hesitate from killing you? Perhaps even try to save you still?” He burst into laughter, wiping a tear from his eye.

Turning to the guards, he gestured towards the dragon that had once been Ladybug. “Sedate it, clip its wings—the elytra shell, not the hindwings themself, need I remind you—and claws, muzzle it, then bring it to the Royal Tower Mews.”

“Of course, Sire!” Both knights answered in unison, one removing the sedative, and dragon clippers from the satchel; whilst the other marched off to retrieve a fitting muzzle.

The King chuckled lowly, watching as the sedative was applied. “I do wonder what your allies will think of you once they find out from henceforth you'll be on my side? Will they believe you've betrayed them, like my son betrayed you? Or will they think I'm merely trying to get under their skin and kill you under the assumption you're nothing more than a mindless monster?”

The Flapling made no response, already stilling under the effects of the sedative.

His grin widened as the remaining knight began to snip the protective shell casing. King Gabriel drew closer, plucking a clipped shard up from the ground in his free hand and hummed, inspecting the red and black colouration, a cruel idea forming in his mind.

The rebellion wouldn't know what would hit them.

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wheredostarsgowhenyoudie · 5 months

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Once upon a time after a mission...

Dick (sighs): Promise me we're not doing this EVER again.

Jason (snorts): Which part? Tim almost being cut into three parts? Little D almost diving into Lazarus's pit? Tell me Big D, if it wasn't for LB, would you even have made it to the second part of the plan? You were looking pretty good tied up upside down hanging over boiling lava.

Tim: HEY!!

Damian: I wasn't gonna dive! I just did that on purpose!

Mari and Cass: (look at each other, chuckling)

Mari (ever the pacifier, soothingly says): Come on, it wasn't that bad. Right Cass? John?

Cass: (shrugs)

John (kinda afraid of Damian for what he did in their last bet): Uhm...if we really think about it, this is just sixth or seventh of our worst case scenarios so really, not even on the top three.

Dick (just groans and bangs his head on the wall): B will kill me for this. Why do I have to be the adult? WHYYYYYY??????

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ghostdoodlen · 1 year

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Y'all go check out @ggomos-maribat 's Fox DCW Series

It's amazing. Super funny and will make you cry a little. I know I did.

Here's a spoiler from Chapter 38

This is probably one of my favorite chapters

I'm a sucker for twins especially since I am one

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lily-drake · 9 months

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Master List Part 2

Master List Part 1

Dickinette

Biosibling!Dickinette: Birds of a Feather Flock Together: Part 1 Part 2

BioDad!Dickinette:

Of Broken Hearts and Shattered Minds

Ric Rolled: Part 1 Part 2

Casinette: Sibling!Cassientte: Stop in the Name of Your Sister: Part 1 Part 2

Bruce:

BioDad!Bruce:

Where is She?!

You've Got to be Kitten Me: Part 1 Part 2

He Stole My Heart So I Stole His (Felinette) Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9

BioDad!Month (2021): Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10 Part 11 Everything after Part 11 was posted exclusively on my Ao3.

Found Family:

Watch What You Say: Part 1 Part 2

Adopted Into a Better Life

Drabbles/Story Ideas

Batman Specific:

Why are you here Batman?

In a Different League: Part 1 Part 2 Part 3

6 Times Tim Suffered Alon + One Time He Doesn't

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ghl-osty · 7 days

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Do you have any Lila + batfamily fic recs?? Ty!

Perfect Sense, by PurpleBooks58 on AO3!!! one of my favorites.

#lila salt #lila rossi #miraculous ladybug #miraculous fic rec #bio dad bruce wayne #maribat #mlb x dc #marinette dupain cheng #marinette wayne #bruce wayne #jason todd #dick grayson #tim drake #cassandra cain #damian wayne #stephanie brown #barbara gordon

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the-coffee-fandom · 10 months

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An Angel With Demon Wings

For @tylindel

“They call you a demon but all I’ve ever seen in you was an angel.”

“Even in my worst moments?”

“An angel with anger issues.”

#damianette #maribat marinette dupain cheng #maribat damian wayne #mlb x dc #dc x mlb #fanfiction #maribat #my writing #maribat jason todd #maribat dick grayson #maribat tim drake wayne #maribat stephanie brown #maribat cassandra cain #writing #maribat fanfic #hmb server #Holy Miraculous Batman Discord Server #my art #maribat art

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goggles-mcgee · 1 year

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Wish Me Away: Hold Me Close & Hold Me Near

Beginning Last Chapter

Summary:

*waves* Hi

Bruce muses on his new life despite it only being a couple days since the family welcomed Marietta into it.

Nothing could have prepared Bruce for life with a baby, two days had passed and it felt like his life had been completely flipped on its head. She required a lot of attention and physical affection. The attention he had no problem with, it was the physical affection he was terrified of. Marietta was such a tiny little thing, she was so fragile that Bruce was so scared that the slightest wrong move from him could hurt her. Yet, sometimes the physical affection came so easily to him, so easily he felt like he was robbed of this time he could have had with Damian and found himself wishing Talia had told him about his son sooner. When she smiled up at him when he tried to feed her, it was almost instinctual to give her a kiss on the head, or when she babbled and held out a hand to him, he was compelled to coo and let her grab at his fingers. Hugging her is what scared him most, she was so small, so warm, and he had never understood what all those people said about the smell of a baby but he got it, and hugging her brought him such a feeling of joy and love that he couldn’t even put it into words. Bruce just felt scared of hugging her too tight because of all the new feelings of love that filled him.

Once she had fallen asleep her first night in the Manor, at her new home, he had been entirely too frightened to sleep in his large bed with her, but he and the boys made a pretty sturdy wall of pillows all around her as he stayed up to study. He bought parenting books, so many parenting books, from baby meal cookbooks, to psychology. He wanted to know anything and everything he had to about taking care of a one year old. And from the many boxes that arrived at the house he deduced he wasn’t the only one. The manor now looked like a bomb went off in it, one that filled the place with bassinets, diapers, baby food and snacks and so many freaking toys. Most of which came surprisingly from Alfred, Bruce had wanted to laugh but Alfred had basically said he had no room to talk. He was right. Bruce had kind of gone overboard when buying her clothes, it’s not fair that tiny versions of clothes were so cute and apparently brought him more joy than his own.

Cassandra had helped him choose a lot of the clothing as well, it warmed his heart the way she immediately took to being an older sister. The way she held Marietta and the way she hugged her was something that Bruce loved to see, because he could tell just how precious the baby was to Cass. He had many pictures on his phone of the two twirling in the dance room he had built for Cass. It was wonderful and Cass looked at Marietta with so much love, the excitement in her eyes was plain to see as well, though so was the fear, Bruce expected it was much like his own but something stronger. Cass feared hurting her new sister much the same way that Damian was, but whereas Cass spent as much time with Marietta as she could, it seemed like Damian was avoiding the baby. It didn’t take the ‘world’s greatest detective’ to figure out that Damian was frustrated at no longer being the youngest. Bruce wasn’t worried though, when Damian did interact with Marietta, he saw how gentle the boy was with her, even if he scolded her for drooling on him or not paying attention to what he was saying. He tended to hold her and tell her about their siblings and why they annoyed him that day, or classmates, or even just random people that he had a rough interaction with. It was an odd thing to bond over but Bruce was just happy Damian was trying.

Tim adored her as well, he read all the books Bruce bought and all the ones he himself bought. Within a night, the Manor had been baby-proofed and monitors had been added everywhere. It was like he was waiting to be a doting older brother, Bruce of course knew he and Damian got off the wrong foot and were better but he also knew they would never be as close as Tim and Dick, Tim and Jason or Dick and Damian. It was like a worse Jason and Dick situation when they were younger, both bitter for different reasons and both took it out on one another. There was no doubt in Bruce’s mind that both Tim and Damian loved each other, it was just a strained kind of love. Tim took her everywhere with him if he could, as did Jason, both bought baby carriers to strap to themselves and it was hard not to laugh when Bruce realized they had bought a Red Robin carrier and a Red Hood carrier respectively. Tim liked to take her down to the cave and work on whatever case he was trying to solve or tinker with whatever tech he and Lucius Fox were working on. He said he liked asking her questions and hearing her babble like she was giving feedback. Of course Alfred and Bruce made sure the boy baby-proofed the cave as well and made sure she had her own activities to do besides giving her older brother feedback on his projects. To the surprise of no one, Tim even set her up a little play-pen in the Cave, which maybe wasn’t the best thing but it still tugged at Bruce’s heartstrings to see.

Jason loved Marietta. It was honestly amazing to see just how fast the man adjusted to being a doting big brother. Of course Bruce already knew Jason was great with kids and with his younger siblings but it was another thing to witness it, especially with someone as young as Marietta. Jason loved to feed her which was always an interesting thing to witness, but boy was he good at it, she never complained when he fed her. He also read to her everyday even if he couldn’t be there physically, he would video-call, though his reading choices varied from the Well Loved Tales books he scored at a garage sale to classics he had in his room or brought from his apartment. It was entertaining to watch him read things like Cinderella to her and then go from that to reading her Pride and Prejudice. He made sure to get books with pictures for her and if they didn’t have pictures he would show her pictures he found on the internet to show her who he thought a character looked like, or an object in one of his classic books that he couldn’t describe. It was awfully endearing and Bruce and Alfred made sure to take as many pictures of the two as they could. Nap times they would often find the two together with Jason sprawled out on a couch, the floor, a chaise or bed with Marietta snuggled on his chest. It was those times that Bruce envied Jason.

Dick was also one that adjusted to having another younger sibling surprisingly fast, even if said younger sibling was younger than any of them have dealt with before. He never complained about changing her diaper, he just laughed and said they would have to get on top of potty training but only when she felt like it. He was incredibly gentle with her and patient and tried his best to help Damian get more comfortable with her. He was also the one who could get her to stop crying the fastest out of all of them, well second to Alfred. It was impressive, and yet it was another thing that Bruce found himself jealous of. He was the parent and he felt like he should be able to soothe her cries easily, but the truth was, he had no idea what he was doing. Sure, he had a lot of children, but he had not had any of them when they were babies, this was a whole different playing field and it hurt him that he wasn’t excelling at it. Of course, Bruce wanted to be the best father he could be, and he would admit that he, like his children, wanted to be Marietta’s favorite person. Both Dick and Jason would put her in the middle of them and coo at her and see who she would waddle or crawl too, they said it was a competition to see who her favorite was but most of the time she just laughed at them and would end up falling back on her bottom if she was standing. Damian found this highly amusing every time it happened and Bruce suspected so did Alfred.

Duke was a little like Babs in the sense that he adored Marietta, but she made him nervous. He never held her long unless he was sitting down because he feared dropping her, if she was asleep that fear tripled because he said she was just dead-weight and would fall no problem. Though, he liked working on his homework with her and telling her about school. Sometimes he brought out her crayons and coloring books but that was rare since Marietta hadn’t yet grasped the concept that the canyons were only for her coloring books. Alfred lectured all of them about watching her during ‘coloring time’ after she found out that crayons work just as good on walls as they did on paper. Though Duke was nervous around her, Marietta always managed to get him to relax around her after enough time passed and the boy would play games with her, though the games mainly consisted of peek-a-boo and making silly faces at her. She loved it though and it seemed like no one could make her laugh more than Duke and his silly faces. Every time he made her laugh or giggle, Duke looked like he had just won an award or something and would give her the brightest smile in response. Of course he and Alfred had many videos and pictures of the two already.

Babs hadn’t met little Marietta face to face yet but she had seen the little one over the Batcave’s computer and she had looked smitten. She also promised to visit them soon, probably within the week which was great. Alfred had been wanting the young woman to visit the Manor more often, so her visit was more than welcome. Especially since it seemed like Marietta took a shine to her, even if it was just over video. Babs took to face-calling whoever she knew was in the Manor so she could see Marietta and hear her babble at her nonsensically with some actual words thrown in here and there. Though she hadn’t met the little one properly, Babs did send gifts that she ordered online and she sent everyone books on childcare. Bruce didn’t have the heart to tell her he had already bought the book she had got for him, he had just thanked her and used the new copy to take notes in. She seemed excited to hold Marietta and Bruce could honestly say he understood that feeling now, before he hadn’t, not really, but now it was like all he wanted to do was hold his daughter and show her to everyone. Thank goodness he had such good self-restraint. They, as a family, decided they wouldn’t go public with Marietta until Selina came back from Central City; she was setting up another animal shelter/rescue center after the success of the one in Gotham, then the one in Metropolis. This was her baby, her project, she was very hands on with everything that came with the business. Bruce felt so proud of her and he was also extremely happy his influence was good for something like this. When it got out that Bruce Wayne was investing in the Kyle Animal Rescue & Shelter Centers, many of Gotham’s elite followed. Though she wouldn’t admit it, he knew that Selina was grateful.

Stephanie had the habit of carrying Marietta everywhere she went when she was at the Manor, which considering the baby had only been there for about two days, meant Steph had been there everyday now. When she walked into a room and saw Marietta she would scoop her up and give the little one a shower of kisses which resulted in the most delightful giggles. Though Steph also had the habit of just…sniffing Marietta, when they asked her about it she just shrugged and said she loved the smell of babies. Which, fair, but she did it so obviously and made such a spectacle of sniffing the newest Wayne that you couldn’t help but laugh. It always made Marietta laugh as well so it was a welcome habit. Steph was also someone who liked feeding Marietta which Bruce could not understand as it was a time that he saw his baby daughter be truly stubborn, worthy of the Wayne name, which was something his mother would tease him with whenever he was stubborn. But like Jason, Steph could get the baby to eat whatever Alfred served for their meals. She said she liked to see the faces Marietta made when eating and she just liked to see just how messy the baby could get. Which was, astoundingly, a lot. She had many baths that she thankfully enjoyed.

Damian was complicated. There were moments he seemed to crave Marietta’s attention and other’s where he would avoid her altogether if he could. From what Tim, Alfred and the books told him, Damian felt ‘threatened’ as he was no longer the ‘baby’ of the family. The wording was ridiculous but maybe fitting for the situation. Damian was a child who adored having Bruce’s attention and Dick’s attention the most, though he would sooner play nice with all the kids at Brentwood Academy than admit it. When he held her, he no longer held her like a bomb about to go off, but he cradled her like one wrong touch and he’d break her. There were times that Bruce had walked past a room to see Damian hugging the little one to him with his eyes closed and hands shaking, it always felt wrong to intrude so Bruce would just continue to walk past. The boy also introduced his younger sister to all his animals, even Goliath who lived in the Wayne Farm. Damian built his own underground Cave beneath the farm to hide Goliath if the need arose, he called it the Underground BatFarm after Dick called it that once. So they all just referred to it as the BatFarm. Damian had simultaneously been overjoyed and annoyed that all his animal friends seemed to take a shine to the newest addition to the family.

Alfred was in love. Plain and simple. He doted on the baby so much that Bruce often wondered if the Butler/Grandpa/Adopted Dad ever did that to him when his parents introduced the two when he was born. He always served her food first at meals, he gave her treats when he thought no one was looking and if the boys weren’t around he took to carrying Marietta in his own carrier. It was always quite the sight when Alfred would walk into a room with a baby strapped to his chest. Though in a weird way, Bruce was getting used to it. What he couldn’t get used to just yet were the tiny creatures that called themselves Kwami. They stuck around Marietta like glue. They never left her alone, not even when she slept. It was very disconcerting to wake up and see two creatures sleeping on the pillow next to you first thing in the morning. Even if a family member was just going to change her diaper real quick, they followed. Their import on cheese increased an unhealthy amount and really Bruce had no way how they would explain those finances away if anyone bothered to look. At least Alfred usually baked biscuits. So there was no shortage of Tikki. Plagg was insatiable.

Even now, Bruce watched as the little black cat Kwami absolutely inhaled a wheel of brie. “You keep eating like that and we’ll run out of cheese before you know it.”

“Eh, you’re rich.”

Jason’s cackle was welcome but also Bruce felt like this was a serious matter so he did not appreciate being laughed at. “It’s true, Bruce. You are a very~ rich man.”

“That doesn’t mean that Plagg should demolish our entire cheese supply and have us order more in less than a week. It could be considered suspicious and we are trying to lay low.” He reasoned.

“I mean, it could be suspicious, or people think you’re on some weird new cheese diet and you accidentally start a trend again.” Tim piped up from his position on the floor where he kept pressing buttons on one of Mari’s toys which made her coo from her spot on her mat.

“Oh man, please not another ‘Bruce Wayne Original Trend.’ The amount of people I saw wearing their shirts backwards in Blüdhaven after his last ‘trend,’ is more than enough for me.” Dick complained from where he was laying on the floor tossing one of Marietta’s toy balls up and down.

“Father was very tired that day.” Damian defended, he was sketching something from his favorite spot in the windowsill. They were all relaxing in his office despite the fact he told them he had paperwork to do. “Though he should have had more decorum and noticed his mistake.”

So much for defending him.

“You humans are so weird with your clothes.” Plagg sighed loudly.

“You act like we never wore clothing once upon a time, Plagg.” Tikki teased.

That had Tim’s attention. He loved learning more about the beings that came as an added…bonus with their newest Wayne. “You guys wore clothes?”

“Well, duh! We weren’t always this adorable you know?” Plagg replied.

“Wait. You guys really weren’t always this itty-bitty?” Jason asked.

“We did mention we were basically revered as Gods in the past. Can you see these forms being worshipped?” Tikki fired back. When she got no reply, she looked unbelievably smug. “Before we were bound to the Miraculi, we tended to use a more human-like form. Hence the clothing. Though even that form was not our true form.”

“It’s been ages since we got to be in our true forms.” Plagg said wistfully.

“What are your true forms?” Tim asked with a twinkle in his eye.

Tikki chuckled softly. “They are…well, they are hard to explain. But it is because the ‘First Guardian-”

“The ‘Betrayer’!” Plagg interrupted with a shout.

“He saw our true forms, and I guess that’s what pushed him to create the ritual that bound us. He called us monsters. Creatures living amongst man. Honestly he just raved at us how he couldn’t believe that we tried to take advantage of the folk who worshipped us and that he was doing them a favor by binding us.” Tikki explained.

“Crazy loon.” Plagg scoffed.

Bruce shared eye contact with all his sons who looked just as disturbed at the information as him. Their true forms scared a man so deeply that he went to such lengths. He felt bad for the Kwami but he also could understand the man’s need for protection even if it was unwarranted. Bruce was always prepared, no matter the circumstances, but now it felt like he would never truly be prepared with the Kwami living with his family. They were truly neutral beings, and it was interesting to have them in the Manor, but when he and Jason got into another argument about the no-killing rule, Plagg and Tikki had looked at him like he was the wrong one. Or more accurately, like they couldn’t understand why he was arguing about it with his son. It was an issue, but not more so than the two beings announcing their plans about Paris.

“So today’s the day.” Jason brought up as casually as he could, which wasn’t as casual as the young man would have liked.

Plagg nodded. “It is.”

Bruce sighed.

“Oh Bruce, I know how you feel about it, but really it isn’t your place to tell us we can’t spread Karma across Paris. It has already been enacted and They have given their permission to all of us Kwami of the Miracle Box of Fortune & Fate.” Tikki explained once more, she wasn’t being condescending and yet Bruce still felt like she was.

“And I told you, I don’t understand that.”

“You don’t have to understand it. Just let it be.” She replied.

“Or better yet ignore it.” Plagg gave his two-cents.

“I can’t just ignore it. You told us you will be going to Paris to punish them!” He argued as softly as he could, not wanting to disturb Marietta who was still distracted by her noisy shiny toy.

“Not all, only those who deserve it and though Paris will no longer be protected by us, it doesn’t mean forever but they need to know. Which is why the announcement is also needed.” She argued back, though she didn’t even look affected by his words and that made his hackles rise more.

“Look. I know your whole ‘job’ is ‘justice,’ and that’s great.” Plagg interjected. “But justice is up to the interpreter and this, Karma, that’s our justice. That’s how we deal with offenses and crimes against us. You don’t have to understand it, but for your sake and Marietta’s sake, don’t try to stop us or talk us out of it anymore.”

“Are you threatening me?” Bruce growled which made Marietta whine.

“Bruce.” Alfred warned. “Calm yourself. You’re scaring the baby.”

Bruce cleared his throat and looked over at his daughter who was looking at him with her big doe-eyes filled with tears. “I’m sorry Baby, nothing’s wrong. We’re just talking Sweetheart.”

“Master Bruce, I understand your feelings on the matter but at the end of the day this is their business and if you ever feel the need, I’m sure Paris would appreciate vigilante help if they ever need it.” Alfred said as he set down some tea for Bruce on his desk. And like every time Alfred was the voice of reason, Bruce felt the fight leave him.

“I apologize.” He said after a while.

“Sooooo, how are you going to make the announcement if you guys can’t be caught on camera?” Dick asked to break the tension.

“They have kindly lent me some of their power and my old power so I can retain my old human form.” Tikki explained. “If the announcement goes on longer than I can hold the form then Trixx can cast an illusion of my human form. Before the announcement though we will be going and giving out Karma to a select few.”

“I thought you were…uh, doing the Karma thing after the whole announcement.” Jason said.

“Oh, we are, but there are a couple of people who will get their Karma before the announcement.” Plagg said with a smile that shouldn’t look so frightening on such a tiny face and yet it was.

Quiet covered the family yet again until Damian spoke up from his spot, “Well, happy hunting.”

The two smiles shared between the Kwami somehow dwarfed the one Plagg had made just before and Bruce felt a shiver run down his spine. He sent a silent prayer out for Paris.

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Gabriel sat at his place at the head of the table and watched as his wife talked with Adrien and for the first time in a long time he felt completely at ease. His heart still raced when he acknowledged the fact he had no idea where Nathalie was and he didn’t know what to say when Emilie asked him where she was. Right now she believed that Nathalie was visiting her sister but the truth was he had no idea and it scared him. After The Wish, she and Dupain-Cheng disappeared without a trace. He didn’t understand where they were and his son’s complaints and worry over the girl were getting on his nerves. Neither had their Miraculous so Adrien complained about not being to check on her the ‘Chat Noir’ way, they figured that was their price for The Wish. Though it saddened him, Gabriel was willing to leave the Miraculous behind in exchange for his wife who was a bit different now that she was back but he just chalked it up to her being confused at being awake once more.

He impulsively reached out and took her hand in his. Emilie gave him a small smile back in return and he tried his best not to frown. She should be happier, she was finally reunited with her husband, he would think she would be overjoyed. “Adrien. I…called your school and told them you won’t be there today. We will be spending the day as a family.”

“Okay Father.” Adrien responded promptly.

Emilie looked as though she was going to respond but before she did the doors to the dining room blew open, they nearly came off the hinges. All three family members turned to look in shock and just to see what or who came through in such a fashion. Gabriel opened his mouth to shout at the insolence of it all but his voice caught in his throat when he saw four very familiar Kwami fly in. He tried to get out of his seat but found he couldn’t and from the looks of it, neither could Adrien or Emilie. It made Gabriel struggle against whatever bound him to his seat more. He tried to yell, to shout, but found he had no voice at the moment. Emilie looked so scared and there was nothing he could do about it. The Kwami flew until they were all floating above the middle of the table so all three Agrestes could see them. The red one, Tikki glared at Gabriel so fiercely that if looks could kill, he was sure he would be six-feet deep at the moment.

“Hello Gabriel. Let’s talk.”

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mochinek0 · 1 year

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Daminette December 2022: 9-Tangled

Marinette was eager to help the Waynes' decorate the manor for Christmas. They had wrapped garland on the staircase banister. Tim had wrapped the tree in lights. Jason was getting all the ornament boxes, while Dick was finding places for the mistletoe. Alfred was out of the house, picking up the girls from the airport and Bruce was still at the office. Marinette was starting to wrap the tinsel around the tree, with Damian keeping the ladder in place.

"Oi, Dick, you can't put mistletoe everywhere!" Jason complained.

"Try and stop me!" he cried out.

"I don't want to kiss anyone here!" Jason shouted, beginning to chase the elder Wayne brother around.

In the midst of the chaos, Dick hit a leg of the ladder and tripped. Jason froze. Dick quickly scrambled away, as the ladder rocked for a moment. Damian held the ladder, but Marinette became unbalanced. She fell and gripped the tinsel.

"Got you, Angel." Damian spoke.

Marinette sighed in relief. Neither of them had expected Titus to rush by and drag the remaining tinsel along. Damian felt his legs give under him and held onto Marinette tight, as he took the brunt of the fall. Marinette and Damian ended up tangled even further in the tinsel. Marinette opened her eyes and found herself face to face with Damian. Her cheeks flamed red being so close to him. Marinette knew she was Damian's friend, even if she did have a tiny crush on him, but she didn't want him to know that.

A flash caught her eye. Her and Damian turned and saw Jason taking pictures with his phone. Tim was passed out on the couch, courtesy of swapping his coffee to decaf and Dick was busy chasing Titus around the room.

"I'm sorry, Damian." Marinette whispered, turning away from the phone.

Damian attempted to look at her, but couldn't see her face. He settled for a reassuring squeeze.

"You have no reason to apologize." He replied, "You didn't do aything wrong."

"I know you don't like physical contact." Mari answered.

"This time, it's okay." he whispered, "You respect my boundaries. I'd rather catch you then watch you fall. I don't want you hurt."

"Thank you, Damian." she said.

"Are you gonna keep taking pictures Todd or help us?" Damian growled, "We still have to fix the tree before everyone gets here."

Jason sighed and put his phone away.

Marinette smiled, "Leave the phone to me."

Damian wasn't sure how she was gonna do anything, but Jason was finally untangling them.

Marinette winced, as Jason helped her to her feet. Damian quickly glared at Todd and frowned. He looked around the room and it was a mess. Drake was passed out; mission accomplished. Grayson was still chasing Titus around the manor.

"Todd, fix the tree." He demanded, "I'll take care of Titus. We don't want another accident. I'll send Grayson to help you."

Damian picked up Marinette and set her down on the couch, opposite of Tim.

"Once I have Titus, I'll be back with ice." he spoke.

"No." Marinette replied, "It's-It's okay. Just let me rest for a bit."

Jason frowned, "Sorry Pixie. I should have helped you both sooner."

Marinette waved off his concern, "I'm clumsy. I probably would have fallen one way or another."

Jason grabbed the end of the tinsel and began to roll it up so he could adjust it. He quickly looked at Marinette and saw her looking at her phone.

'Must be texting her parents. They're proabably waking up right now.'

Jason went back to fixing the tree. The tinsel had tightened around the branches when Marinette had fallen and with Titus pulling it, it hadn't helped in the slightest. He quickly took to loosening the tinsel. Dick came and help the other end of the wound up tinsel so there was enough slack to place everything.

By the time the girls, Alfred, and Bruce had gotten home, the Christmas tree had been decorated and Titus was back in Damian's room. They quickly noticed Tim passed out on the couch.

"It's a Christmas miracle!" smiled Steph.

"It's decaf." Mari whispered back.

The family chuckled. Bruce picked up Tim and took him upstairs to bed. Patrol was off the table for the night. The girls had jet lag. Bruce had a very early meeting and the two teens had finals. Batman had decided he wasn't letting Nightwing and Red Hood patrol unsupervised together, after last time.

Marinette hugged everyone good night and turned to go upstairs. Damian scooped her up. Marinette squeaked in surprise and held on tight.

"Damian!" she cried out, "Put me down!"

"You'll worsen your ankle on the stairs." he answered, "It'll be difficult for you to navigate towards classes on crutches."

"I'm fine! I'm fine!" she insisted, but Damian ignored her.

Damian continued up the stairs, "You're going to sleep. I better not hear your sewing machine."

Marinette stayed quiet after that. Not five minutes later, Damian got into bed when his phone went off.

'Who would message me so late at night?'

Damian grabbed his phone and saw Marinette had texted him.

'Why would she message me? At least she's messaging me and not walking over here to talk.'

Damian opened the text and saw the pictures Jason had taken of them.

'How did she get these?'

Damian: Go to sleep

Marinette: XP

Jason smiled evilly as everyone had gathered around the dining table for breakfast.

"I have something to show everyone!" he announced, "I took some pictures last night of Damian and Marinette! It was very funny before you all got here."

"I fell off a ladder!" Marinette cried.

"I recall having to chase Titus because Grayson was too tired to keep up." Damian declared.

"Someone switched my coffee to decaf!" shouted Tim.

"You need the sleep!" everyone replied, making Tim pout.

"Are you okay, Marinette?" asked Steph.

"Yeah." she spoke, "It just wasn't a fun experience." glaring at Jason.

Jason waved her off, "You were the one who wanted to decorate the place."

"Well, sorry for wanting the manor to be festive, Mr. Grinch!" Mari replied.

Jason rolled his eyes and brought up the gallery on his phone. He was shocked to see there was no evidence of Marinette and Damian tangled up in the tinsel.

"No!" he shouted, "Where is the photos? I took like twenty pictures! My blackmail!"

"Blackmail?" questioned Bruce.

"Timbers, do your thing!" he shouted, throwing his phone at Tim, "Work your techy magic! I need those photos!"

Damian eyed Marinette as she silently ate her breakfast. There wasn't a trace of pleasure or guilt on her face. She had sent him all the pictures from her own phone.

'How did she do it?'

Tim sighed, "It looks like you left the auto-erase feature, we programmed into the phones, on. It must have erased while you slept."

Jason groaned as he got his phone back.

"You got lucky." Jason announced, and started angrily eating his food.

"So, how did you get the photos?" Damian questioned Marinette later.

Mairnette blushed, "I've stolen phones before, but I always returned them. It was always for a good reason."

Damian inched closer, "What was the reason this time?"

"I know you wouldn't want to be manipulated or laughed at, even from your own family." Mari whispered.

Damian smirked. He knew Marinette was a good person. He knew that very well. It's why he had so easily called her a friend.

"Don't worry, I gave him back his phone." Marinette continued, "I just sent the pictures to me, through a text, and then to you. Then, I deleted the text messages and set up the auto-wipe. It's up to you to delete them."

"When?" Damian asked.

"Yesterday." she spoke, looking down, "I faked my ankle. When he untangled us, I took it. He was busy helping fix up the tree, while you took care of Titus. My phone looks like his so he didn't even notice when I was looking at his phone, in front of him. I slipped it back into his jacket when I hugged him good night."

Damian chuckled.

'No wonder Selina likes her. Probably caught her in the act a couple times.'

"I should head back inside." Mari stated, "I still have to work on the rest of the gifts."

"Of course. I'm sure everyone will appreciate your gifts." Damian replied.

Marinette walked away, back towards the manor. She hadn't accounted for the wet grass and slipped. Damian quickly rushed over to help her up. Marinette quickly pulled away, once she was to her feet.

"It's alright, Marinette." he spoke.

Marinette continued to look away from him. She pointed up.

'Why would she point up?'

Damian looekd up and saw the mistletoe.

'Oh.'

"I'll-I'll see you later, Damian." Mari replied.

Damian quickly grabbed her hand. Marinette turned and stared at him. Damian brought her hand up and kissed it. He watched as her cheeks flushed, instantly.

"Take care of yourself. If you hurt your hands, you won't be able to create your amazign designs." He whispered.

Marinette nodded and quickly rushed away.

'She isn't a horrible choice to keep around the manor permanently. Perhaps there is a way to change her view of me to a suitor.'

Damian pulled out his phone and looked at the picture with them tangled in the tinsel. There had been only five pictures he had kept. His favorite was her looking at him and her cheeks red. The photo after that, she had looked away, just like she had now.

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the-glass-is-actually-full · 2 years

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Jason: The first one to make Bruce laugh is the favourite kid! Stephanie: -casually tickling him- damn it! Cassandra: -Pulling faces- -Bruce looking with a straight face- Tim: -running in- Damian told Marinette he loved her today! -Bruce laughing immediately- -everyone laughing- Tim: No! It's the truth! I saw them all romantic and soppy and he has this weird thing on his face! Jason: Wait... What? Stephanie: A... smile? Tim: No. Can't be. He would never do that.

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folk-ever-lore · 2 years

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PROMPT: “IS THAT A DRAWING OF ME?”

Cassandra: Is that a drawing of me?

Marinette: I wanted to see what you’d look like in your dress at the venue.

Cassandra: [Teasing] What happened to not seeing the bride before the wedding?

Marinette: As the other bride I think I have the power to overrule that rule.

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hellishere7980 · 6 months

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Begin Again Chapter 7 (sequel to IMW)

Marinette/Isabella's POV

Marinette got up and turned to see the curtain glowing due to the faint sunlight streaming in from the window. She turned her head to the other side to see the kwamis sleeping peacefully except Tikki, who was so used to her sleep patterns that she always immediately knew when she was awake or asleep (the little tyke).

Smiling at Tikki, Marinette got up. She walked towards her desk wiping away the remaining sleep to take a good look at the small desk calendar sitting on her desk. She turned the page to the current date. The number 16 stared back at her.

‘So,’ she thought. ‘Today I am meeting Wayne, Dick, Jason and Cass’s girlfriends/boyfriends.’

She stretched and went to the bathroom for a nice long shower. After coming out well-cleaned and awake she went to her wardrobe deciding on what to wear. She finally picked out a soft gray track pants and a pink turtleneck which had a few geometrical designs embroidered on it with white thread. Ahh… a classic but stylish look. After getting dressed she walked out of her room to see Damian walking out of his room too. They nodded to each other as a greeting and proceeded to the dining room and were (honest enough to admit that there was) chaos, just waiting to happen.

As Marinette stepped into the room with her eyes closed, all chattering stopped.

She said (keeping her eyes closed), "I'll be meeting everyone based on seniority so first and foremost Wayne's counterpart."

Selina shot Bruce a look saying ‘How much have you screwed up with this child of yours?’

She opened her eyes and so Selina gave a sly but soft smile. Though she was trying to hide her anxiety, nothing really remains hidden from the one who senses all emotions. Marinette felt the swirling anxiety within her.

"Only one question," Marinette said, giving a knowing smile of her own. "Can you cook?"

Selina shrugged. "basic acceptable food. I do know how to make burgers from scratch though."

"Acceptable enough." said Marinette, moving on to Dick's girlfriend.

She came face to face with Barbara. She squealed and hugged her well as much as she could seeing that Barbara was in a wheelchair.

"It's been so long!" she said.

"I missed you too kiddo," Barbara responded. "They really haven't been that in control since you left."

"OK you have the same question too," Marinette said. "Can you cook?"

"More than that dork can."Barbara said, pointing towards Dick who was watching intently, his aura dominant with anticipation seeing his girlfriend and sister interact.

"Ding-ding-ding," said Marinette. "That is the correct answer. Next!"

Roy came forward. Jason placed a comforting hand on his shoulder which clearly said ‘Don't be afraid of her’.

Marinette gave him a searching look. "Look, it doesn't matter if you can cook, Jason can cook very well. However, one thing that you must answer is which Shakespeare play is the greatest?"

Some tension left Roy's shoulders. "Othello," he answered simply with a relieved smile. "Romeo and Juliet is clearly overrated since it is the most romantic play Shakespeare has written. However, it is stupid to ignore the in-depth betrayal that is depicted in Othello."

Marinette made finger guns at him and replied chirpily. "And that IS the correct answer. OK, who's next?"

Cass stepped forward with a girl behind her and gently pushed forward. The girl's eyes were averted, clearly too nervous to even look at her. Marinette's eyes on the other hand blew wide in recognition.

"Fei!" Marinette blurted out.

The girl looked at her to reveal Fei whose eyes looked up in surprise. "Marinette?"

Now everyone was looking at them clearly recognizing Isabella's undercover name which she used in Paris.

Marinette lurched forward and grasped Fei in a hug. "Oh, my kwami! I missed you so much."

Fei, who had been sort of scared of expression since Marinette had said her name, relaxed. she pulled her hand from Marinette’s next binding hug and returned it with equal emotion.

She began rambling. "I'm so sorry I t-tried contacting you after I heard about the Court suit. But I didn't know how and I thought you wouldn't want to h-hear from me and I'm sorry I thought you hated m-me. I would have understood-- I'll still understand if you still feel that way and--"

Marinette squeezed her upper arm and Fei stopped at once.

"I understand," Marinette said with an assuring smile. "Trust me, I really do. but enough about the past so…" she had a mischievous look in her eye. "you and Cass huh?" she wriggled her eyebrows.

A look of realization dawned upon Fei. "So you're her sister? Isabella?"

"In the flesh." Marinette said, gesturing towards herself.

"Umm… not to interrupt anything." The girls looked over to see Tim with a questioning look in his eyes. "But how exactly do you know each other?"

The girls looked at each other. Fei had a guilty look. but Marinette burst out laughing and Fei soon followed.

"I would really tell you, Tim." Marinette managed to wheeze out between all her giggling. "but for that, I'll have to catch my breath."

It took some time for the girls to regain control of themselves because as soon as they stopped laughing for a bit they would look at each other and the whole giggling cycle began again.

"OK…OK," Marinette said, shaking herself back into seriousness.

"Me and Fei" she gestured towards the said person with jazz hands. "Met a year and a half back when I went to China to meet Sabine's father/uncle. There I thought I'd go exploring and I walked out with my phone, mind you I did not know Mandarin back then."

Marinette continued, her eyes giving nothing away.

"I happened to get my purse, which had my phone, the only device I could use to navigate my way around and communicate with the people around me, stolen. Fei was the one to steal it. but the pawnbroker, who was also the guy blackmailing her with the information about her father's murderer, said that the objects would be of value to the person they were stolen from, otherwise those items wouldn't fetch much of a price.” Marinette stopped to catch her breath.

“So, she found me and took me to the pawnbroker. While I did know what ¥100,000 equals to" she flashed Fei a smile, "growing up in this rich household made me feel that it wasn't that big of a price for something I held so dear. Fei on the other hand didn't realize that and she stole the stuff again but this time from the pawnbroker and we both ran out trying to escape the pawnbroker’s goons and then she revealed that she was the one who actually stole it and apologized. We ate at the restaurant with Sabine's father/uncle, and departed calling each other sisters."

A look of total disbelief flashed from all the eyes on them excluding Cassandra and Alfred.

Marinette gave a greatly exaggerated sigh. "Now that all this matchmaking approval is done I would like to eat and would totally appreciate you not gaping."

Everyone shut their mouths as though they had been hammered back into their regular position and… turned out still in too deep of a shock to function more than to eat and proceeded to eat the breakfast peacefully.

‘Huh, who knew?’ Marinette thought. ‘And it only took a near-normal incident in her life full of extremes to eat a peaceful breakfast. Sad that won't last. Her friends we're gonna come in a week.’ Sigh. ‘She'll deal with that when they get here. Right now? She was gonna enjoy evading their questions about her powers which were gonna start as soon as their brain started functioning at full capacity again. but you know what they say, enjoy the calm while it stands between chaos.’

"So" Jason began. "not that I don't mind it but aren't these matchmaking tests a little too easy? I mean come on you can do better than asking if they know how to cook!"

Marinette looked up. "First of all, they are in a relationship with you people, meaning they already have had their past and current lives come through with a 1-nanometer wide com. Also to be noted is the fact that I already read their auras so I know they have no ill intent."

Yeah everybody was staring at her.

"And not to be forgotten," she continued. "is the fact that I trust you all in your judgments. You wouldn't be in a relationship with them if you weren't happy and yes I don't need to read all of us to see the love that you feel for them. And the only reasonable question was the one I asked if they could cook because there is a reason why Wayne and Dick are banned from the kitchen. You cannot really live on burnt food and cereals? For Jason, I knew that they had to be competent enough to keep up with his literary knowledge. And Cass? Come on Fei is… no other word for it, great. but if you want," she said with a mischievous look in her eyes (that sent shivers down Jason's spine ) "I can always battle them to see what they're made of although I find it prudent to remind you that I am trained by Lady Miracle."

"no thanks," Roy said, giving a weak thumbs up. "I'm good, I don't want my ass to be handed back to me on a silver platter again. I'll never underestimate her after what I went through yesterday."

Marinette laughed. "You're not the first arrow boy nor the last."

Saying this her plate began to float towards the sink and she magically poofed… again.

"Shit," Tim said, banging his head on the table. "How the hell am I supposed to ask her about her powers now?! I can't talk to thin air." he sighed. "Come on, I better get a move on researching her friends coming in a week."

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jinx-jade · 1 year

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Nine lives

(a rewrite of ‘how to lose a life’)

The Nighttime air was cool and damp from when it had been pouring rain only an hour or two previously. A shaky breath leaves Stephanie's lips as she paces up and down the hall. The blonde's phone was held nervously to her chest, only ever being pulled away from her pounding heart to check the screen for any new messages, even though her phone ringer was on, so any messages received would make a sound to alert her.

A chime from the blond's phone causes the vigilante to jump in surprise, despite having been expecting and waiting on, a message from this particular group chat. Stephanie checked the message only to have her phone clatter to the floor. Shaky hands clenched into tight fists while the blond attempted to regulate her panicked breathing.

In a blur of movements, Stephanie was out her apartment door, and on her way to Wayne manor before she could truly comprehend what was going on. Her phone had been left abandoned on the floor with a chat room pulled up. A single message, one that was far too serious, and consisted of an actual sentence lacking any emojis, punctuations, or excess additives.

[Silent but deadly: maris critically injured in cave 7:23pm read by 1]

Cool air sliced against what little skin had been left exposed as the blond zoomed through the city on her bike. The sensation barely registered through the mess of panicked thoughts running through her mind.

Stephanie parked her bike, took off her helmet, and let it fall to the ground with little care as she rushed to the cave med bay. Her breath caught in the back of her throat, followed by a strangled gasp as the blond took in the sight before her.

The bluenette had her torso wrapped in bandages that practically blended in with Marinette’s too-pale skin. A thin sheen of sweat covered her, causing blue strands of hair to stick to her face in a similar way to how it would during a simple fever.

"...what happened?" The blond whispered when she felt one of the bats come up behind her.

"Duke found her in an alleyway with three dead assassins from the league," Dick explained gently as if she was a frightened animal. "Alfred took care of the worst of her injuries, but the main one, the blade plunged into her chest, had been coated in poison. Babs and Tim are trying to figure out what poison was used and how to counter it, but… she's not looking too good."

“Alfred?” The blond all but whispers, false hope bleeding into her voice.

“Miss Cassandra is already saying her goodbyes. Perhaps you should join her, Miss Stephanie.” The old butler suggests.

Stephanie nodded her head in understanding, taking in another shaky breath before walking over to the bed, and pulling Cassandra into her arms, even as the ravenette refused to let go of Marinette’s hand. Cassandra turned to bury her face into the other's neck as her once silent tears became loud violent sobs. Stephanie held her girlfriend tight to her chest, not bothering to make any attempt to quiet the former assassin.

Attempting to swallow the lump in her throat, Stephanie reigned in her emotions as best she could.

This wasn’t about her. This is about one of her partners, laying on a bed cot, hooked up to an IV drip, blood bags, and heart and oxygen monitors. This was about the bluenette laying motionless in bed, wrapped in bandages, and running a fever from one of the main unidentified and practically impossible-to-trace poisons that the league uses. This was about Cassandra needing someone to lean on until the ravenette can even attempt to get her emotions under control, because their girlfriend is dying, and from the looks of things, there is no saving her.

“Why? Why her?” The ravenette sobbed, voice cracking and horse, for once, not from disuse, but from her violent cries.

“I don’t know love…I don’t know.” Stephanie murmured into Cassandra’s hairline, pressing a kiss to her forehead as she starts moving them in a soothing rocking motion, allowing the older to ignore the rest of the world while the blond stayed hypervigilant.

“Jason…” Stephanie greeted quietly, running a hand through Cassanrda’s hair.

“The rest of us are heading out, probably hunt down a few shadows while we’re at it.” The second oldest of Bruce’s collection of tragic-black-hair-blue-eye-orphans explains casually, even as his eyes flicker between the former assassin, the dying woman, and said dying woman’s vitals.

“Give them hell.”

“You know I will.” The former mob boss agreed with a nod of his head before leaving the room.

There was a violent coughing sound as the bluenette jolted into a half sit-up, spitting out blood before settling back down. Her eyes now slowly blink open, just enough to observe the room.

“Hey, bluebell.” The blond greeted, grabbing a towel from next to the med cot to clean the blood away from her lips while Cassandra brought Marinette’s hand up to her mouth, pressing light kisses to her knuckles.

“-i…” The bluenette wheezed, coughing up more blood.

“Shh, don’t talk, Bell.”

“-t’s -ine.” Marinette decides with another fit of coughs, but this time, thankfully, there was no blood.

“Don’t -ive me -at look.” The dying woman pouts childishly, lifting the hand that the ravenette had been holding to caress Cassandra’s face.

“-orry. I’m so sorry.” The former assassin cried, tears welling up, once again.

“-hy are you sorry chéri?” Marinette questioned while taking in a more steady breath, running her thumb along the ravenette’s cheekbone, only to receive a head shake in response.

“The people who attacked you were from the league of assassins, so our little love is wrongly taking the blame for their actions since she’s originally from there,” Stephanie explained in the former assassin’s place, sweeping a piece of hair out of the bluenette’s face.

“-ere’s -othing to be sorry for. -t’s not -ur fault- honestly-” another violet cough interrupts the bluenette, “I blame Plagg. -e al-ays gives me the wors- luck.” Marinette shrugged, offering a strained smile as if to reassure them.

Stephanie snorted in response.

“That’s the black cat one, right?”

“Mhm…” Another coughing fit, this time with more blood than the last few.

“You can’t just blame your god of misfortune every time, ma belle.”

“-ure I can. Can’t blame Tikki -or it.” The bluenette huffed, wheezing another breath. This one was more strangled than all the others as her oxygen stats began to fall lower and lower.

That was something original to Marinette, and Marinette alone. None of their other partners had been religious, or if they had been, they hadn’t been very vocal about it. Marinette on the other hand loved telling them all sorts of mythical stories revolving around her nineteen gods. The two most mentioned are Tikki, the kwami of creation, life, and fortune, and Plagg, the kwami of destruction, death, and ill fortune.

It was honestly an interesting topic to learn about, if only they had more time.

“Chéri… Trésor… just -et me go when it’s -ime.” The bluenette requested, causing Cassandra to let out another sob, and a shaky, choked breath to finally escape Stephanie.

“-ey, none of -at.” Another round of coughing, each fit seeming to last longer than the last.

“Everything will be okay, mes amours, but you -ave to let -e go.”

With a nod of agreement from both of her partners, as if that had been all she was waiting for, Marinette’s heart stopped. The monitor that had once been beeping so clearly now held out a long, uninterrupted note.

Alfred stepped back into the room just long enough to silence the monitors before stepping back out, allowing the thruple, now couple, their privacy to mourn.

“Murrow?” The sound echoed, interrupting their sobs, and in the blink of an eye, there was a black cat with bright green eyes staring at them curiously from its spot on the med cot.

“You wouldn’t happen to be here to collect bluebell’s soul would you?” The blond joked bitterly, trying to make light of the situation.

“Not quite kid, but hey, pretty close.” The cat says, tilting its head in the other direction as both of Marinette’s partners stare wide-eyed at it.

“What? Cat got your tongue?” The black cat joked, bursting into a ball of neon green light. The once normal-looking black cat turned into a small, almost plush-sized, cat creature floating in the air.

The creature zipped over to the bluenette, placing one of its flipper paws on her forehead, then pulling it away. A green glowing ball followed the creature's flipper paw out of Marinette’s forehead, where the creature then let it to the bluenette’s chest.

“Time to wake up kitten.” The creature cheered, letting the glowing ball be absorbed into Marinette, and to the surprise of the couple, their once-dead partner did in fact, wake up. With a startling gasp, Marinette was sitting up on the med cot.

Before they had any time to question what happened, Stephanie let out a shaky laugh, tears clear in her voice.

“Oh my god- you’re alive- thank god!” The blond cried, maneuvering herself and Cassandra onto the med cot to pull their once dead now living girlfriend into their laps.

Some closer observation showed that Marinette appeared to be completely healthy, and the only change was her now glowing green eyes with sharp pupils that resembled the cat creature in front of them.

“You really should be more careful, kitten, you only got five lives left.” The creature told Marinette.

“To be fair, I hadn’t been expecting an ambush on my way home from a last-minute shopping run.” The bluenette informs the creature, turning to her partners, “See, I told you I would be fi-hmm,” The bluenette was cut off by a searing kiss.

“Never again.” The ravenette demands, panting warm air against each other’s lips.

Marinette went to say something only for her other partner to grab her chin, turn her head, and pull the bluenette in for another kiss.

“As heartwarming as this is, kitten, you should really be getting to work removing those shadows home.” The creature claimed, causing Marinette to groan, leaning her forehead against her blond partner while her raven partner buried her face in Marinette’s neck.

“Can I have, like, a day before I have to go shadow hunting? Last I checked I just lost a life and would like to recover.” Marinette pointed out.

“About the whole dying and coming back to life thing…” Stephanie trailed off, watching as Marinette’s green cat-like eyes slowly changed back into her normal bluebell ones.

“...uh, sort of magic? Maybe meta-human? I have no clue at this point seeing as I tend not to question things unless I want to be extremely confused all the time. Oh! And that’s Plagg in case who he is wasn’t obvious.” Marinette explained, yawning as her she started blinking slower.

“Okay. We can talk about all of this in the morning.” Stephanie decides. “You, miss dies and comes back to life, need some rest, and so does our little love after this rollercoaster of an evening.”

“Fair enough.” Marinette chuckled, turning to place a kiss on the ravenette’s forehead.

“Goodnight. I love you both.”

“Love you,” Cassandra murmured, exhaustion heavy in her voice.

“Love you both, but dibs on not explaining any of this to B.”

#marinette x cassandra #stephanie x marinette #stephaine x marinette x cassandra #maribat

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itsnothappening · 2 years

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thighs | jasonette

word count: +1.9k

summary: wasn't she supposed to feel something when her soulmate died?

a/n: not my best :(

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Marinette was five years old when she first got her soulmate mark. It was a totally normal sentence and—at that time—perfectly understandable because, well, she was probably the clumsiest person in existence.

Don't worry about it, were going to be her soulmate's first words to her.

Her parents had laughed lightly when they saw it, and Marinette giggled along with them, never foreseeing that she would come to hate them in the future.

Before, she used to show off her soulmate sentence, telling anyone and everyone who would listen. Marinette thought it was something to be proud of, something she should cherish and be happy for. But she was a poor naive little girl then, seeing the world only in the rose-coloured glasses her parents had brought her up in. As she grew older, Marinette began to despise them for it—maybe she wouldn't be as jaded as she was now if only her parents had raised her differently.

The arrival of Hawkmoth and Lila Rossi completely shattered those glasses, especially when the universe seemed to let her down constantly. When she was in school, Lila was not content with blinding all of Marinette's friends with her flashy tales, nope, she wanted to destroy Marinette's home life too.

Somehow, with her oh-so-mystical powers, Lila managed to convince Marinette's parents that their daughter was, in fact, a thief. That, unfortunately for Marinette's parents, was the end of the rope for their daughter. The day she turned eighteen, Marinette moved out of her childhood home, to an apartment she had saved for months.

Soon after that, Marinette stopped believing in her soulmate. Maybe it was because the universe had screwed her over so many times that Marinette believed it to be impossible that she would ever get to meet her soulmate. Or, maybe it was because of the general air of discord around her; thanks Hawkmoth. But, at any rate, her soulmate mark began to fade. It happened throughout a few nights and by the time Marinette noticed—since she couldn't care less at the time—it was already gone.

The words she had traced millions of times as a child just disappeared, and she didn't even notice. Wasn't she supposed to feel something when her soulmate died?

(Although she would never say it out loud, it was the first time Marinette cared to admit that maybe she cared about her soulmate. Just a little.)

Then the realization that her soulmate was gone set in, and Marinette had never felt so... alone. Sure, she still had the kwamis, but it wasn't the same.

Eventually, Marinette decided to get over herself, because wasn't this the choice she made?

She decided a fresh start was in order, considering the fact that she couldn't go anywhere in New York where she wasn't tainted with reminders of her former/dead soulmate.

It probably wasn't the best decision, but Marinette packed up and found herself in Gotham, the city of crime. With her skills, it wasn't hard to find a job, and faster than she thought was possible, Marinette settled down.

Today, she works as the Wayne family's personal designer, a job that paid very well and resulted in a lot of interaction with the family.

Her experience in short: The Waynes were nothing like the media made them look.

Being their designer meant Marinette had been a witness to all of their—admittedly stupid—escapades, and it made her wonder; just how did they manage to hide all this from the media?

Marinette huffed out an amused laugh as she remembered the time Tim thought it would be a good idea to drink nine cups of coffee in a row—it didn't end well, but from an outsider's point of view, it was hilarious.

Pressing on the dainty bell at the Wayne Manor's massive—and dramatic—doorway, Marinette waited for their beloved butler to open the door.

Marinette liked to think that she and Alfred were good friends, mainly due to their shared love of baking and—of course—their connection to the Wayne family. More often than not, the two of them could be found chuckling over their antics, with a Wayne sibling whining in the background.

"Good morning Miss Marinette," Alfred opened the door wider, giving her space to enter. "I expect you are here for the measurements of the Wayne Gala?"

Marinette shot him a pearly smile as she stepped into the manor's foyer, already heading to the main room, where she generally took everyone's measurements.

Giving him a nod, Marinette pushed open the door to the room, already prepared for the chaos inside.

As it turns out, Bruce was running late, leaving all the other Wayne children completely out of control.

When she entered the room, the first thing Marinette saw was Damian chasing Tim around with a particularly sharp knife, Dick yelling at them to stop and Cass just sitting there, an amused smile on her face.

As soon as she saw Marinette though, her eyes lit up with enthusiasm, waving her over.

Laughing, Marinette walked up to her and set her things on the plush—and very expensive—couch Cass was sitting on.

"Well," Marinette said, surveying the chaotic and loud room, "Since the others are busy, shall I start with you?"

Cass gave her a grin of assent and pulled out Marinette's sketchbook, excited to see all of her dress ideas.

Marinette had just finished introducing her first design when a searing pain made itself known on her back.

Clenching her teeth in an effort to not scream, Marinette accidentally broke the pencil she was holding, the only giveaway that she was in pain.

Immediately Cass was looking at her in worry, her eyes widening when she saw tears filling up Marinette's eyes and hurts escape her mouth.

Standing up in alarm, Cass dropped all of the materials in her lap—creating a loud ruckus—and rushed to her friend, rubbing her back in a silent motion of asking her how she could help.

A choked gasp escaped Marinette's throat as Cass' hand rubbed her back—rubbing the place her soulmate mark used to be, and effectively causing the pain to be worse.

It didn't take a genius to figure out where the sudden pain was coming from, and with effort, Marinette managed to whisper out, "Soulmate mark."

And then she passed out.

When she woke up a few hours later, Marinette woke up to the concerned whispers and questions of the Waynes, each of them looking at her with a healthy amount of worry in their eyes.

It took Marinette a few minutes to remember what had transpired, but once she did, her eyes widened to the point where they were almost bugging out of her head.

"Can someone—" she whispered, "Can someone check my soulmate mark?"

Cass volunteered to do so, kicking everyone out of the slightly out-of-the-ordinary room. Peeling off Marinette's fashionable blouse, Cass read out the newly inscribed words on Marinette's back.

My thighs are going to melt if you keep me like this for any longer.

Miles away, Jason Todd awoke for the first time after months, a new sentence engraved on the small of his back.

Well then stop moving and let me do my job.

#jasonette #jasonette july 2022 #jason x marinette #marinette x jason #marinette dupain cheng #jason todd #tim drake #bruce wayne #dick grayson #alfred pennyworth #cassandra cain #damian wayne #lila salt #mild #angst

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POWER POLYCULE MASTERPOST

people asked and i shall deliver!! here are our brackets - i plan to update each one with the link after they're posted, but do keep an eye on the #powerpolyculeshowdown tag in case im unavailable to do so until later, please!

Also reminder they're programmed to be posted 1min apart from each other, so from 1:00pm to 1:10pm (EST)

Round 1

part 1 (finished)

Tulio/Miguel/Chel (Road to El Dorado) x Yoo/Han/Kim (Omniscient Reader) Winners: Tulio/Miguel/Chel

Mane 6 (My Little Pony) x Sasha/Anne/Marcy (Amphibia) Winners: Sasha/Anne/Marcy

Rey/Finn/Poe (Star Wars) x The Doctor/Rose/Jack Harkness (Doctor Who) Winners: The Doctor/Rose/Jack

Cosmo/Kathy/Don (Singing in the Rain) x Ferris/Sloane/Cameron (Ferris Bueller’s Day Off) Winners: Cosmo/Kathy/Don

Dave/Jade/Karkat (Homestuck) x Sora/Riku/Kairi (Kingdom Hearts) Winners: Sora/Riku/Kairi

Amaryllis/Sir Damien/Lord Arum (Penumbra Podcast) x Arthur/Guinevere/Lancelot (High Noon Over Camelot - The Mechanisms) Winners: Amaryllis/Sir Damien/Lord Arum

Wu Zetian/Li Shimin/Gao Yizhi (Iron Widow) x Sadie Kane/Walt Stone/Anubis (The Kane Chronicles) Winners: Wu Zetian/Li Shimin/Gao Yizhi

Star Allies (Kirby Star Allies) x All 1008 Pokémon (Pokémon) Winners: All 1008 Pokémon

Hardison/Parker/Elliot (Leverage) x Geralt/Jaskier/Yennefer (The Witcher) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot

Suki/Sokka/Zuko (ATLA) x Sonic/Knuckles/Shadow (Sonic) Winners: Suki/Sokka/Zuko

Sweet/Cap’n/K_K (Deltarune) x Shiver/Frye/Big Man (Splatoon 3) Winners: Sweet/Cap'n/K_K

part 2 (finished)

Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) x Luka/Adrien/Kagami/Marinette (Miraculous Ladybug) Winners: Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy

Wonder Woman/Superman/Batman (DC Comics) x Megaera/Zagreus/Thanatos (Hades) Winners: Megaera/Zagreus/Thanatos

Dekubowl (My Hero Academia) x Jolyne/Ermes/Foo Fighters (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure) Winners: Jolyne/Ermes/Foo Fighters

Bocchi/Nijika/Ryo/Kita (Bocchi the Rock) x Tsukasa/Emu/Nene/Rui (Project Sekai) Winners: Tsukasa/Emu/Nene/Rui

Trevor/Sypha/Alucard/Greta (Castlevania) x Heizou/Kazuha/Scaramouche (Genshin Impact) Winners: Trevor/Sypha/Alucard/Greta

Rachel/Chloe/Max (Life is Strange) x Quanxi/Tsugihagi/Pingtsi/Long/Cosmo (Chainsaw Man) Winners: Rachel/Chloe/Max

McCoy/Spock/Kirk (Star Trek) x Frodo/Sam/Rosie (Lord of the Rings) Winners: McCoy/Spock/Kirk

Cassandra/Rapunzel/Flynn (Tangled Series) x Vivi/Lewis/Arthur (Mystery Skulls Animated) Winners: Cassandra/Rapunzel/Flynn

Aizo/Yujiro/Hiyori (HoneyWorks) x Panchito/Donald/José (The Three Caballeros) Winners: Panchito/Donald/José

Catra/Adora/Glimmer/Bow (She-Ra and The Princesses of Power) x Amethyst/Peridot/Lapis (Steven Universe) Winners: Catra/Adora/Glimmer/Bow

Bucky/Steve/Peggy/Angie (Marvel) x Hunter/Willow/Luz/Amity (The Owl House) Winners: Hunter/Willow/Luz/Amity

Round 2 (finished)

Tulio/Miguel/Chel (Road to El Dorado) x Cosmo/Kathy/Don (Singing in the Rain) Winners: Tulio/Miguel/Chel

Sasha/Anne/Marcy (Amphibia) x Hardison/Parker/Eliot (Leverage) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot

The Doctor/Rose/Jack Harkness (Doctor Who) x McCoy/Spock/Kirk (Star Trek) Winners: The Doctor/Rose/Jack Harkness

Sora/Riku/Kairi (Kingdom Hearts) x Amaryllis/Sir Damien/Lord Arum (Penumbra Podcast) Winners: Amaryllis/Sir Damien/Lord Arum

Wu Zetian/Li Shimin/Gao Yizhi (Iron Widow) x Sweet/Cap’n/K_K (Deltarune) Tie!! Both move on!

Suki/Sokka/Zuko (Avatar: TLA) x Megaera/Zagreus/Thanatos (Hades) Winners: Suki/Sokka/Zuko

Fred/Dephne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) x All 1008 Pokémon (Pokémon) Winners: Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy

Jolyne/Ermes/Foo Fighters (Jojo’s Bizarre Adventure) x Tsukasa/Emu/Nene/Rui (Project Sekai) Winners: Jolyne/Ermes/Foo Fighters

Trevor/Sypha/Alucard/Greta (Castlevania) x Panchito/Donald/José (The Three Caballeros) Winners: Panchito/Donald/José

Cassandra/Rapunzel/Flynn (Tangled Series) x Rachel/Chloe/Max (Life is Strange) Winners: Cassandra/Rapunzel/Flynn

Catra/Adora/Glimmer/Bow (She-Ra and The Princesses of Power) x Hunter/Willow/Luz/Amity (The Owl House) Winners: Catra/Adora/Glimmer/Bow

Round 3 (finished)

Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) x Cassandra/Rapunzel/Flynn (Tangled the Series) Winners: Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy

The Doctor/Rose/Jack (Doctor Who) x Hardison/Parker/Eliot (Leverage) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot

Catra/Adora/Glimmer/Bow (She Ra) x Suki/Sokka/Zuko (Avatar: TLA) Winners: Suki/Sokka/Zuko

Panchito/Donald/José (The Three Caballeros) x Wu Zetian/Li Shimin/Gao Yizhi (Iron Widow) Winners: Panchito/Donald/José

Sweet/Cap’n/K_K (Deltarune) x Sora/Riku/Kairi (Kingdom Hearts) Winners: Sweet/Cap'n/K_K

Jolyne/Ermes/Foo Fighters (Jojo) x Tulio/Miguel/Cher (Road to El Dorado) Winners: Tulio/Miguel/Cher

Revival

Round 1 (finished)

Poll 1 Winners: The Doctor/Jack/Rose

Poll 2 Winners: Sasha/Anne/Marcy

Poll 3 Winners: Geralt/Yennefer/Jaskier

Poll 4 Winners: Yoo/Han/Kim

Round 2 (finshed)

Yoo Joonghyuk/Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint) x The Doctor/Rose Tyler/Jack Harkness (Doctor Who) x Sasha/Anne/Marcy (Amphibia) x Geralt/Yennefer/Jaskier (The Witcher) Winners: Yoo/Han/Kim (ORV) and Doctor/Jack/Rose (DW)

Round 4 - Quarterfinals (finished)

Tulio/Miguel/Cher (Road to El Dorado) x Yoo Jonghyuk/Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint) Winners: Yoo Jonghyuk/Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja

Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) x The Doctor/Rose Tyler/Jack Harkness (Doctor Who) Winners: Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy

Sweet/Cap'n/Cakes (Deltarune) x Panchito/Donald/José (Three Caballeros) Winners: Sweet/Cap'n/K_K

Hardison/Parker/Eliot (Leverage) x Suki/Sokka/Zuko (Avatar) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot

Round 5 - Semifinals (finished)

Sweet/Cap'n/K_K (Deltarune) x Yoo Jonghyuk/Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint) Winners: Yoo/Han/Kim

Hardison/Parker/Eliot (Leverage) x Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot

Round 6 (March 8th 2pm EST)

Finals!

Hardison/Parker/Eliot (Leverage) x Yoo Jonghyuk/Han Sooyoung/Kim Dokja (Omniscient Reader's Viewpoint) Winners: Hardison/Parker/Eliot

Third place!

Sweet/Cap'n/K_K (Deltarune) x Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy (Scooby Doo) Winners: Fred/Daphne/Velma/Shaggy

Congratulations Hardison/Parker/Eliot for the win!!!!

#powerpolyculeshowdown #masterpost #polls #brackets

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