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wordsofrowan · 8 months

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Finding Home in the Shadows

Chapter 1 - Stepping into the Shadows of Gotham

The plane touched down at Gotham International Airport and Marinette, Felix, Amelie, and Chloe eagerly unbuckled their seat belts ready to embark on their new chapter in Gotham City. As they made their way through the bustling airport, excitement mixed with a hint of nervousness filled the air between them.

Marinette couldn't help but marvel at the grandeur of the cityscape visible through the airport windows. Tall skyscrapers, their windows shining like beacons, reached toward the sky, casting long shadows over the busy streets below. The vibrant energy of Gotham City was palpable, and Marinette's heart raced with anticipation.

Felix kept his expression neutral to hide his own emotional whirlwind of curiosity and wonder as he scanned the airport for anyone familiar looking. Meanwhile, Chloe kept her eyes on Marinette, still worried for the girl and worried about doing anything to upset their mending bond.

“Look, over there kids!” Amelie exclaimed, pointing her perfectly manicured finger at the older-looking gentleman with salt-and-pepper hair who was wearing a sharp suit and holding a sign that read Graham De Vanily Family.

The four of them made their way over to the man. “Good morning, Madame Graham De Vanily, I am Percival Cantrell, I am the head butler of the estate.”

“I can never thank you enough for everything you did for my Grandmere Percival,” Amelie said.

“It is an honor enough to see and serve the descendent of Katia, Madame.”

“Well Percival, this is my son Felix, and these here are my daughters Marinette and Chloe.” All three kids gave a wave as Amelie introduced them.

“Thank you for taking us into your home Mr. Cantrell,” Marinette said as she gave a slight bow to the older man, “we are very excited to start our life here.”

Amelie's eyes sparkled with enthusiasm “Oh yes, Gotham seems like such an exciting city! I can’t wait to explore all the art and culture it has to offer!’

Chloe nodded in agreement, her fashion-forward mind already brimming with ideas. "And the fashion scene! I'm sure Gotham will inspire some incredible designs." Chloe and Marinette shared a look and smiled.

Percival smiled warmly at the group, a sense of pride evident in his voice, “Gotham is indeed a city of many facets. From its thriving art scene to its bustling nightlife there’s something for everyone to enjoy. And you’ll find the people of Gotham can be quite unique as well.”

With their luggage in tow, the group made their way through the airport towards the sleek black limousine that was waiting to take them to their new home. As they settled into the comfortable seats, the anticipation in the air was palpable. Driving through the city streets, Marinette couldn't help but gaze out the window, taking in the sights and sounds of Gotham. The bustling streets were lined with people from all walks of life, each with their own story to tell.

They rode in silence as they passed through with the occasional comment from Percival letting them know where certain landmarks and buildings were such as Wayne Tower, Gotham Academy, Gotham Museum of Art, the public library, and many others

The cityscape of Gotham City unfolded before them, revealing a tapestry of towering skyscrapers, their reflective surfaces shimmering in the sunlight. The streets pulsed with life, adorned with neon signs that illuminated the bustling crowds below. Marinette's eyes widened with each passing moment, absorbing the sights and sounds of this vibrant metropolis.

As they approached their new home, the sleek black limousine turned into a winding road that led to their destination—an imposing gothic Victorian manor nestled amidst lush greenery. The sight of the manor took their breath away. Its darkened exterior contrasted against the surrounding landscape, exuding an air of mystery and enchantment.

The limousine pulled up to the entrance, and the doors opened, inviting them to step out into a world of gothic grandeur. Marinette, Felix, Amelie, and Chloe were greeted by the towering silhouette of the manor, its turrets reaching towards the heavens, and its pointed arches beckoning them inside.

They followed Percival as he led them through the intricately carved double doors, revealing a grand foyer adorned with marble flooring and opulent chandeliers. The air carried a faint scent of history, mingled with the soft glow of candlelight that flickered from the sconces along the walls.

The interior of the manor matched its exterior in gothic splendor. Tall ceilings adorned with elaborate moldings soared above them, and each room they passed revealed a tapestry of vintage furniture, luxurious fabrics, and hauntingly beautiful artwork. The walls, adorned with richly patterned wallpaper, whispered tales of the past, while the grand staircase showcased its own symphony of intricate carvings.

Their footsteps echoed through the grand hallways as they made their way to their assigned rooms. Each room was a sanctuary of its own, with gothic touches and unique charm. From the arched windows that overlooked the sprawling grounds to the antique furniture that whispered of forgotten stories, the rooms held an air of elegance and history.

Marinette's room was adorned with delicate lace curtains, casting intricate shadows against the walls. A vintage vanity stood in one corner, adorned with a gilded mirror that reflected her excitement-filled eyes. She couldn't wait to fill the room with her sketches and creations, allowing her creative spirit to dance within these walls.

Felix's room had a darker ambiance, with deep-hued tapestries and mahogany furniture. The room exuded an air of mystery, reflecting his own curiosity and love for the unknown. It was a space that resonated with his inquisitive nature, providing the perfect sanctuary for his introspective moments.

Amelie's room, with its soft pastel hues and elegant canopy bed, embodied a sense of refined grace. She imagined herself lounging amidst the plush pillows, indulging in her favorite novel, and embracing the tranquility that this space offered.

Chloe's room, true to her vibrant personality, was a celebration of color and fashion. Bold patterns adorned the walls, while a walk-in closet showcased an array of designer garments waiting to be worn. It was a space that reflected her passion for style and creativity.

As the day drew to a close, the group gathered in the elegant drawing room, where a crackling fireplace cast a warm glow upon their faces. Amelie let out a gasp as she said in one of the lush drawing room seats, “It’s perfect. I can already picture how amazing our life will be here.”

Chloe twirled around, her eyes sparkling, “And the walk-in closet! I'm going to have a field day with fashion choices!”

Felix smiled, seeing his Mom and his sisters so happy warmed his own heart, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude, “Here’s to new beginnings, right?”

Marinette nodded, her heart filled with hope. “Absolutely! Gotham, here we come!”

With their new house as their sanctuary, Marinette, Felix, Amelie, and Chloe were ready to embrace the adventures that awaited them in Gotham City.

In the embrace of the gothic Victorian manor, Marinette, Felix, Amelie, and Chloe felt a sense of belonging. They were ready to embark on their new chapter in Gotham City, with its secrets, its legends, and its promise of adventure. The manor, their new home, stood as a silent witness, embracing them in its timeless charm, and promising a future filled with endless possibilities.

XoXo Rowan

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jinx-jade · 2 years

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Intoxicated love

A Maribat Vampire Dick x Mari (Rated for teens and up)

This was not how he wanted her to find out. Then again, if he had his way, she would have never been let in on this little secret at all.

But it was too late to take back the knowledge now. Knowledge of something his own family was sure to kill him over if they were ever to find out. Knowledge that she was sure to leave him over.

His grip tightened around her waist, pulling her flush to his chest as he retracted his fangs from her skin. Marinette startled at the movement, having fallen victim to the toxins his fangs released to put his prey in a trance, making it easier for him to control them and keep them still.

"Shh- It’s okay, Darling." Dick cooed, licking over the small puncture wound to help it heal faster.

This wasn't what he wanted. He didn't mean to bite her. He didn’t mean to scare her, and yet here she was shaking against him. He didn't want her to hate him, he was selfish when it came down to that; when it came down to her.

"I got you. It's okay." He murmured against her skin almost desperately. As if saying the words would make them true, that everything really would be okay.

He should have known better than to get involved in a romantic relationship. He has too many secrets and enemies that could harm her. But then again, he, himself, was a danger to her. He should have walked away when they first met at the library, but the slight scent of blood on her from what had apparently only been a small paper cut was intoxicating, he couldn't help himself. She belonged to him now, and he wouldn’t let her go; couldn't let her go.

Marinette whined, turning around in his arms to bury her face against his chest.

"There you go. I got you, Darling." Dick whispered, placing a gentle kiss on the crown of her head.

"Let's get you to sleep, Love." He suggested, picking his mate up in a bridal carry with the smooth ease that his unnatural strength allowed him.

He brings Marinette to her bedroom, laying her down while doing his best to ignore her pitiful whines at the loss of heat and contact.

"It's okay, Love. You just need to rest. I'll be here when you wake up." He cooed, running a hand through her hair.

He finished tucking Marinette in bed and surveyed the room. After a few moments of internal debate, he ended up grabbing her phone, laptop, and chargers before he left the bedroom. The electronics were moved into her office, a room down the hall on the opposite side of the kitchen, to orchestrate the need for her to cross his path should she want to use them.

Now all that was left was to wait, and hope that she wants to stay with him when she wakes up and the toxin wears out. He wasn’t too sure what he would do if his mate chose to run from him, but then again, he didn’t want to know.

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Marinette woke up, alone in bed with a slight shiver. Which was strange when she remembered her boyfriend being with her last night. Then, all at once, the memories came back as she sat up with a start, realization flooded over her.

Her boyfriend was a vampire. Surprisingly, that’s not the strangest thing that’s happened in her life, not by a long shot. She ran her hand along her neck, feeling no evidence of her boyfriend’s late-night snack.

With a shrug, Marinette let her legs fall off the side of the bed, nose scrunching up in discomfort at the cold flooring.

“I should really buy a carpet.” She mumbled to herself as she stood up and walked out of the bedroom.

As soon as she was out of the hallway and in the main room, Dick’s head snapped to face her, eyes wide like a frightened puppy.

“You okay, Babe?” Marinette asked in concern, walking over to him.

“I’m fine, Love…” He trailed off, looking her over.

Marinette shrugged, cupping one side of his face, running her thumb over his cheek with a hum, before bringing him down to her height for a quick kiss. She laughed when Dick just stared at her in a daze.

“You sure you’re okay, Love?” Marinette asked with a teasing raised brow, stepping past him and into the kitchen to begin preparing her breakfast. Her boyfriend just continued to stare at her as if she was a ghost.

“Yeah- I’m fine-... are you okay?” Dick asked, reaching out to her before pulling his hand back as if the air around her had burned him.

“Yes? Why wouldn’t I be?” Marinette questioned with a slight smile and furrowed brows.

Dick blinked, mouth opening and closing, yet no words formed. He continued to watch her move around the kitchen, bringing a plate of food to the island countertop, taking a seat next to him to eat.

“You’re staring, Babe.” Marinette teased, pointing her fork at him playfully.

“Sorry, Darling.” Dick apologized, reaching out a shaky hand to cup her face. When she didn’t pull away from his touch, he tilted her head up, forcing her eyes to meet his. “But how much of last night do you remember?” He questioned.

Marinette hummed, leaning into the contact as she set her fork down, food temporarily forgotten.

“All of it? Why?” She asked.

“All of what, Darling?” Dick questioned, tone edging closer to a low growl while still holding clear affection, allowing his fangs to appear within view.

“That you appeared on my balcony last night, completely out of it.” Marinette began, placing a hand on the one cupping her face, and bringing it down to her lap.

Her other hand reached out for her boyfriend, who hesitantly leaned into it. Marinette ran her thumb along his lips, pressing on Dick’s upper lip slightly to get a clear view of his fangs.

“That your teeth are sharp.” She pointed out, as Dick’s tongue darted out, capturing the tip of her finger lightly between his front teeth.

“Ah. Ah. I didn’t say you could bite.” Marinette chided, giving his hand a light squeeze to reprimand him.

Dick impatiently released her thumb, eyes wide in surprise.

“Good boy.” She praised, ignoring his sharp intake of breath, she moved her newly freed hand to the collar of his shirt, grabbing it, she pulled him in.

“I remember that you’re not quite human.” She purred, eyes flickering down to his lips, then back up to meet Dick’s eyes.

“You’re not scared of me?” Dick questioned, staring at her in awe.

“Now why would I be scared of you, Love?” Marinette asked, brushing her lips against his, pulling away with an amused smirk as Dick followed her.

“I’m far scarier than a hungry little bat,” Marinette warned, her tone was dangerously sweet, eyes glowing as her hair began to float around her, making her look ethereal.

Dick licked his lips, mouth-watering as it opened and closed. His fangs slipped back out without permission.

“Aww- Something wrong, Baby?” Marinette teased, nuzzling their noses together with a grin as she rested her forehead against his.

Dick whined, startling when he realized the sound came from himself.

“I need your words, Love.” Marinette pouted, watching him through half lid eyes.

“...please?” Dick whispered into the breath between them, “You smell so good, Darling- I'll be gentle- I promise I will.” He begged, pressing a kiss to the corner of her mouth, moving along her jaw.

“Hmmm- after I finish eating.” Marinette agreed with a cheer before pouting as she pulled away, releasing the collar of his shirt. “My food’s probably all cold because of you.”

Marinette got up from her chair, grabbed her plate, and moved to the microwave, ignoring the whine that came from her boyfriend as she left his side. The next thing she knows, she’s caged against the counter, being pulled into a desperate kiss as the plate was taken away from her. He nipped at her bottom lip, scraping his teeth against them, then he would swipe his tongue over it soothingly. He repeated the movement, again and again, tongue darting out asking for entrance as he pressed more weight against her.

Marinette pulled back gasping for breath as Dick moved onto her jaw, littering kisses and love bites down to her pulse point, causing her to take a sharp breath in, letting it out shakily as she tried to keep quiet.

“Stop!” Marinette ordered harshly, watching as Dick pulled away quickly, looking her over with concerned wide eyes.

“I said after I eat, Babe.” Marinette huffed, turning away from him. She grabbed the plate of food, putting it in the microwave before turning back to her boyfriend, arms crossed over her chest. “You don’t get rewards if you can’t behave like a good boy.” She claimed, watching in amusement as Dick narrowed his eyes at her.

The microwave beeped, letting her know that it was done.

“Can you behave, or do you need to leave?” Marinette asked, a curious tilt of her head drawing Dick’s attention to the marks that had already started to form along her neck. Marks that he made. That she let him make, mark all along her neck, because she wasn't scared of him, because she was his.

“I’ll be good, Darling.” Dick answered with a sigh, leaving the kitchen to take a seat on the couch.

Time ticks by as the sun rises higher, taking its place in the sky where the moon used to be. Dick’s eyes fluttered close, as his nocturnal instincts took over. Falling into a peaceful sleep while he waited for his mate to join him in the living room.

He woke to someone running a hand through his hair. The strong scent of sweet, intoxicating blood floating into the air around him. His mouth watering as his eyes snapped open.

“Did you enjoy your nap, Baby?” Marinette asked, continuing to run her hand through his hair.

“Mmh- I… are you bleeding?” He asked, sitting up once his brain caught up with the rest of his body. Examining his mate for any injuries that she could have gotten in the short amount of time he had been sleeping.

“Nope!” She laughed, popping the ‘p' for the dramatics of it. “Why do you ask?” Marinette questioned, looking down at him with the same glowing blue eyes from when she had claimed to be dangerous. Her hair floating around her as if gravity held no effect over it.

“…you- uhh… your blood smells really good, Darling, but it’s too strong of a scent for you not to be bleeding.” Dick answered, grabbing her hands to examine them for any small cuts or torn cuticles.

Marinette laughed, pulling herself off the couch, tugging at their now joint hands to get her boyfriend to follow. They end up walking down the hallway and back to her bedroom.

“Does my blood smell strong now?” She asked with curiosity, as she sat down on her bed. The glow of her eyes fading out as her hair fell back down to her shoulders.

Dick blinked, standing in front of his mate as he took a second to sniff the air, finding no residue of the sweet smell from before. He looked back down at Marinette, brows furrowed in confusion.

“I’m a magic based meta, Love. Blood magic to be more specific.” Marinette explained, amusement dancing behind her eye.

“I think you’ve behaved long enough.” Marinette mused out loud, looking up at her boyfriend with a playful grin.

Dick swallowed thickly, waiting patiently for his mate to allow him closer. To allow him to kiss, lick, and bite.

“You can have your reward now.” Marinette said, eyes once again glowing, causing the sweet intoxicating smell to fill the air once more, and that’s all it took for Dick’s self-restraint to snap.

He surged forward, pinning his mate to the soft fabrics beneath them. Mouthing over where he had bitten her the night before in his blood-starved haze. His teeth scraped lightly against her skin, causing a shiver to run throughout her whole body. He held her firmly in place but was careful not to puncture her skin this time.

Marinette took in a shaky breath tilting her head to give him better access, and was rewarded with another scrape of his teeth, causing her to gasp, back arching from the rough abuse of her skin. Marinette’s hand flew up to cover her mouth, muffling the other sounds that threatened to escape.

Dick narrowed his eyes at her, repeating the action, drawing out another muffled sound, before running his tongue over it soothingly.

“You’re my mate. You belong with me; to me.” Dick growled into her ear, another round of shivers coursed throughout her as she gave a nod of her head.

“I want to hear you, Darling.” He ordered, removing her hand from her mouth, repeating the previous action of scraping his teeth against her skin, sucking bruise after bruise, marking her as his.

The sounds that his mate made now that she stopped muffling herself were downright sinful. The little gasps and moans only feeding his desire to mark her; to claim her; to please her. Dick wondered if he could get Marinette to beg for him to bite her, as he moved to the other side of her neck, starting all over again.

By the time he’d finished repeating his thorough marking on the other side of her neck, Marinette was a whining, hiccuping mess, hands threaded tightly into his hair. An ocean of unshed tears caused her glowing blue eyes to sparkle like water in the moonlight.

“Aww- look at you, Darling. You’re a mess.” Dick cooed, leaning up to press a soft kiss to her forehead, before pulling away to admire his work.

He gave a satisfied hum when he realized that she wasn’t likely to leave the house until they were all healed since it would seem odd to wear a turtleneck or scarf in the summer. Sure she could use makeup, but the amount of effort necessary to cover all of his marks up was far too much when she could just stay home with him.

Her face was flushed in pretty shades of pinks and reds, mouth parted in an attempt to even her breath out.

“You’re so pretty like this, all marked up, gasping for air underneath me. So- so pretty…” He purred, leaning back down, nuzzling against her warm skin.

Marinette whined, pulling his mouth back to her neck.

“Stop teasing-" She gasped as Dick sunk his fangs into her tender skin. Her breathing evened out as the toxin took effect. Dick pulled away, licking at the wound with a tired hum.

He moved them under the bed sheets, curling up protectively around his mate as he drifted back off the sleep, ignoring the small sliver of sunlight that snuck passed the curtain indicating that it was, in fact, daytime and that his mate wasn’t nocturnal like him.

Although, he had a feeling that he could fix her sleep schedule if the way she was passed out in a peaceful sleep right now was any indication.

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ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole · 2 years

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Hurt

Tag Team Tournament 2022

Day 3 Prompt: "That looks like it hurts."

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Marinette was lost. It was that simple. The buildings all looked the same. Tall. The 'distinguishing' features were gargoyles too high up to properly see. The map was no help at all. Look north?! What north?! The map wasn't working properly and she needed to save her phone battery as it held all her booking details and notes and she was stressing and it was all going wrong and she was going to be late and everyone was going to hate her and she was going to leave a bad impression for the company and it was the end of the universe.

Not looking where she was going as she focused on the nonsense map before her, Marinette lost her footing on the stairs she was descending. Seconds later she had fallen the last (more than a) few steps grazing her leg and no doubt bruising her bum (as well as her ego!).

"That looks like it hurts."

Blinking in surprise, Marinette glances up to find a hand near her face and her eyes trailing a muscular arm of the deep voice owner to peer into the sapphire eyes of what she believed to be a giant. Or well, a tall muscular man, but mainly a muscular blue eyed giant with a very nice voice. Was everything in this cursed city tall!?!

Taking his proffered hand and glaring at the stairs that dared to inflict their cruel fate onto her, Marinette pulls herself up with his assistant. As he steadied her, Marinette brushed herself off, praying to those she cared for blessed her enough that her skirt (and outfit) survived. He looked at her expectantly as she remembered his question but unsure what he meant.

"What… hurts?"

Confused Marinette looks around trying to work out what the man was talking about. Who looked confused back at her and waved his arm towards her leg.

"That. The cut on your leg from your slip down the stairs."

"You saw that happen?"

"Yes! You cut your leg. It looks like it really hurts!"

The man looked slightly frantic at her now for some bizarre reason. Marinette sighed at him.

"It's fine. Nothing out of the ordinary. I'll sort it out when I get to my location."

She paused and stared angrily at the map in her other hand as if it would create a giant glowing arrow to point her in the right direction. Maybe, could a kwami make that happen? It was definitely something to think about. Oooo, maybe she could use Kaalki, that would save stress, but then it was for personal gain so maybe not. She'd rather not have more bad luck inflicted upon her.

Ignoring her tangential thought Marinette closed her eyes to ignore the distracting man and centre herself. She could do this. It wasn't… that… hard. She just needed to work out… if she knew which way was north… potentially it would work. The deep voice broke though her thoughts again as a warm hand settled on her shoulder.

"Nothing out of the ordinary?! It looks serious and what about bruises? Concussion?"

"I fell down a few steps. I'm fine. Yeah, bruises happen, but that's part of life. Seriously, it's a tiny minute, itsy, bitsy, tiny winey cut. Nothing to worry about sir. But! You could help me find where the hell we are on the map and point me in the right direction."

He sent her what she guessed was meant to be a reassuring and charming smile. It suited him. Made him look softer. Cute even. But it didn't matter. She was on a mission.

"Yep and nope. Happy to show you where we are on the map and help with directions, but no hope in hell am I letting you go there on your own. I'm going to escort you there Pixie. I saw how you nearly missed walking into an open manhole, crossed traffic without looking and just fell down the stairs. No way am I leaving you to get injured on your route."

She frowned at him calling her Pixie. It wasn't her fault she was so short!

"What?! Stop lying. I'm… fine?"

Pausing mid sentence it actually may explain the stairs actually. Tikki was pushing her to safety and it needed balancing out. But, given what he said she missed, the stairs were unlikely to be enough to balance it out. Marinette looked at the man closely trying to get a read on him as she felt Tikki nudging against her leg from her purse. Twisting her mouth as he studied her back, as if he was trying to get a gauge on her.

"Fine. It's probably true. Maybe. I don't trust you. You're a stranger!! But, I am lost and this map is like evil….. and I may be a bit clumsy so it could be a good idea."

His face shifted into a light-hearted smirk as he waited for Marinette to show him the map, obviously having heard her mutterings about clumsiness. Marinette moved her hand to show him where she thought she was. Potentially. Maybe. No clue. And where she thought she was meant to be heading. The map caught her on the skin between her thumb and hand and Marinette squeaked as the paper cut pain shot through her. Dropping the map she abruptly shoved the cut in her mouth to soothe the hurt.

The man stooped to pick up the map showing his rather nice ass off causing Marinette to blush. She hid her face to look for a plaster in her bag hopefully so he couldn't catch her looking at him.

"So, a huge gash on you leg is enough for you to ignore the pain, but a tiny paper cut is enough to make you eyes water. Maybe I should check you for concussion."

He stepped closer gently placing a hand under her chin lifting her face to gaze into her eyes with concern laced in his. Which did NOTHING to help with the blush she was sporting.

"I-I-I'm f-f-fine."

Her stuttered response got him to move his hand to her forehead as if checking her temperature. His eyes filled his humour and his mouth twitched.

"I'd go for hot more than fine."

Marinette eyes darted about as her brain rebooted. Was that flirting? Was he referring to her temperature? What was going on?? She was going to be so late now!!

He seemed to ignore her as he went back to checking the map and her crude sticky note instructions.

"Ah-ha, I can see where you've gone wrong. You're not far out, just 3 blocks from this park. Here, please let me escort you. If not for you, then for my peace of mind."

Finally, Marinette's brain seemed to slowly reboot and she nodded in a slight daze as to what was happening. Again, he seemed confused by her lack of response to his query as he paused taking a step back.

"Sorry, I need verbal agreement. I've just realised I've bulldozed over to you to help but I can just give you directions."

"I, it's fine. Ummm, you can guide me there, it's probably for my own safety too. Given I've now two injuries."

Mariette bit her lip as she remembered that she had been looking for a plaster before her brain decided to blue screen.

"Umm, I'm just going to message my colleague to give them the heads up of when to expect me. It's not long is it? I do not get blocks as time frames."

"Sure, about 5 minutes, Miss."

"Marinette. And thank you sir."

"Dick."

"What?!"

Marinette brows knitted as she looked up at the devilishly handsome man, who much like the devil, was really rude. He seemed to be flustered by her glower before eye's opening in understanding."

"My name! My name is Dick."

"You're named after…"

Marinette gestured towards his middle, her mind rewhirling. She was grateful that she messaged Alya, 'her make believe colleague' if she went missing at least someone was investigated her disappearance. The man rubbed the back of his neck as if he felt awkward, but given his name maybe he was.

"It's short for Richard. A nickname I chose as a child when I didn't understand the connotations. English isn't my first language."

Marinette nodded in semi understanding as he responded in a semi robotic way. She understood the joys of English not being her first language, or even second, and the use of it. The fact he still used it was… unique. Shifting her weight from foot to foot as she quickly ran through her mind his interactions before she concluded he was dangerous type of safe. All she needed was him to keep her alive the correct distance and she never had to see him again. Smirking at him with a playful gaze.

"That sounds like it hurts, if you have standard response for it."

His startled bark of a laugh caught Marinette off guard, before she let a small giggle out too. Laughter danced over his face as he offered her his elbow to guide the way.

"Shall we."

"We shall."

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miracle-sham · 1 year

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The Strigidae's Call at the Owl Light's Fall.

| {MGI Team Mixer Event} |

| {You Belong With Me, Pink, Moon, An Old Enemy, Laugh, Memories, Soulmates} |

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| Being the Champion of the Goddess Tikki is a heavy burden to bear but Marinette is faithfully loyal no matter what it costs nor the hurt it causes her. |

| If only her curiosity and that coaxing pull on her soul could stop leading her so dangerously astray. |

| Word Count: 2,181. |

| Warnings/Tags: Alternative Universe — Fantasy/Gods & Goddesses, Soulmates, No Miraculous, Animal Transformation, God!Dick, Possessive!Dick, Champion!Marinette, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Blood, Past Non-Graphic Violence, Mind Manipulation, Implied/Referenced Mind Control, Memory Alteration, Emotional Hurt/Manipulation, Betrayal. |

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| A/N: This was the second stand-alone fic for the MGI Mixer Team Event, this was originally solely posted on Ao3 back on the 18th of June; so I'm finally cross-posting it onto Tumblr! At the time of writing, I'd been going feral over divinity and corruption of divinity aus and their dynamics again and so I had thought “oh possessive evil god!dick would be a fun fic idea” and it certainly was to write! So hopefully you'll enjoy reading this! (Or re-reading, if you read it initially on Ao3) |

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

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Marinette is blind beneath the cloak of darkness that the Forest of the Abyss yields within its reaches. Though blind she may be, unaware of the dangers of this place nor the gentle pull guiding her—she is not.

The Gods and Champions alike avoid this corruption like the threat upon the land it is.

For the abyss is a labyrinthine prison, sepulchred deep beneath even the most unfathomably chasmic depths of the underworld itself. Sealed beneath rivers and gates of poison and fire. And this corrupted forest is a lychgate into that realm, hence the name.

It's unnerving how this place once repulsed and repelled her—hurt her, as it does with the other Champions and their Gods every time they draw near. And now, here she is, striding through it, shoulders curled, feet bare—sandals lost hours ago—and her peplos torn. Somehow, despite her long and fraught dash, she's managed to keep her himation veiled over her head.

It's almost as if the forest—the abyss— is welcoming her, beckoning her further—deeper into its depths.

For the forest floor should have been tearing Marinette's feet to bloody shreds—the undergrowth is strewn with clawing brambles, choking poisonous leaves sharp as blades, and rending obsidian shards. Tree trunks bleed rivulets of stygian ichor that drips and pools into brackish puddles on the ground. Occasionally splashing and staining both her hands and feet with their sickening essence.

But no harm has come to her here, not yet.

And unbeknownst to her, golden eyes watch from the shadowy depths of the abyss, as the guiding pull lures her ever deeper—soon she'll be beyond the boundaries of her Goddess's influence and ensnared within his sway. A risk with her current state, but what other choice does she have? To confront without risking the hearts and souls of her fellow Champions.

With every step taken, Marinette's bond with Tikki strains. It's almost choking how agonisingly painful it is to venture so far from her light.

“Just a little further,” she reassures herself, voice scarcely above a whisper. Though, she's not quite entirely sure why she is even trying to do this in the first place.

Trees seemingly part in her way to lead her onwards. Leaves and trailing vines softening in her presence and furling away like curtains.

Around her, an arched pathway forms, undergrowth lined with oil black moss, glimmering in the veil of moonlight bleeding from the canopy above.

There's a flutter of wings from the shrubs nearby that catches her attention, Marinette's steps slow as she turns her head and crouches cautiously. A small robin—coalesced in shadows with eyes glimmering a golden divine light, perches on a thin rocking branch and tilts its head at her.

She watches it curiously—the first sign of life within this place (though perhaps not exactly a good sign of life, all things considered).

It flutters its wings before darting up and weaving through the low-hanging vines and branches of the canopy. Guiding her in tandem with the path and the strengthening pull upon her soul.

Before her, the radiant shadowy robin swoops low so that's flying just over her head. As the final two trees part for the path, a twilit glade greets her eyes. Bathed in the silver of the moonlight and the shifting, swirling pinks and purples of the shadows. Like a midnight sky on the clearest of nights, a clandestine heavenly abyss between the Moon, and the Earth's respective domains.

Almost entranced, Marinette steps daintily into the glade, crossing the threshold and befalling wholly into his domain. Strangely, breathing comes easier to her within here, and her shoulders uncurl, tension bleeding from her bones. If it were not for the sudden lightness of her body and mind… “I don't think I would've noticed…” She admits so stifling and so faintly to herself, with the muted flickering pink bubbles of panic, not unlike Tikki's magic, in her heart. That the strain and pain of her bond with her beloved Goddess is beginning to fade—rot—away, though not completely but neither holding quite such an iron grip upon her soul any longer.

Though Marinette has stilled just beyond the threshold, the robin continues forth, swooping onwards to circle around the glade—once, twice, thrice, before gliding to the centre of it. Bursting into a plume of umbral smoke and feathers, the robin's form twists and writhes.

And out from within the shadowed shroud, an unmistakable man saunters, smirking all too gratified at her. Draped in the gilded finery of the gods—a barely concealing toga of blackest night and darkest depths, adorned with all manner of golden jewellery inset with obsidian and black opal. The Talon. An accursed God of Darkness.

He inhales deeply, staring at her through half-lidded glittering gold eyes. “Hello, Marinette.”

“Of all the Champions, I didn't expect you to come to me of your own accord but then again… you do belong with me.” Trilling as the words roll off his tongue all while puffing his chest out like a pleased bird—or more accurately, a robin.

Marinette scrunches her nose up, lips thinned and brows furrowing, eyeing him not dissimilar to how a rabbit watches a hungry owl. “I belong with my Goddess, Tikki.”

The Talon chirrups an inhuman laugh. “You accepted my gifts, dear Champion, therefore you are mine.” Tilting his head to one side, and with a pitying coo, smiles forlornly at her. “You're so miraculously loyal to a Goddess who could not care less for you, her one and only Champion. Ah, my mistake, she recently claimed a second Champion, did she not?”

For a second, Marinette can't help but let her control slip enough to snarl, face twisting and eyes glowing a brilliant glowing red in momentary fury. Shoulders curling up once more. She grits her teeth and closes her eyes as she tries to calm herself by breathing deeply. It doesn't help but the effort was made nonetheless. “You're wrong. I'd never betray my Goddess for the likes of you. I didn't accept them in the slightest, I only moved your curses somewhere they wouldn't harm myself or my friends.”

“Ah, ah, ah, you took my gifts, therefore you accepted them, my blessings.” He argues, leaning further into her personal space and delicately trailing a blackened taloned finger down her wrist. “My claim upon you has been staked and Tikki,” he sneers the Goddess's name with such vitriolic abhorrence, “has turned a blind eye to your suffering, and has actively fanned the flames of it. Would you really rather continue as her tortured Champion until you rupture beneath the burden of unnecessary duty upon your shoulders?”

He's not lying. She can feel the accidentally—unintentional—unwilling bond with the Talon she had threaded. The very thing that has brought her here, to him. And the urge to renounce her bond with her Goddess and truly bind herself wholly to him, to let him hold her so lovingly and protectively.

“You may be Tikki's Chosen but you are merely the latest among the countless Champions she has claimed, and your novelty has waned for her; though your use remains.” He takes a moment to emphasise his point, tapping a claw against the veins in her wrist. “Why else do you think she's claimed another when she has a reputation for only ever taking a single Champion at a time? Once your usefulness runs out for her, she'll discard you for the shiny new one.”

“Alya was supposed to be Trixx's Champion…” Marinette argues feebly, stumbling back a step—not enough to leave his grasp nor the glade, however.

“And yet,” The Talon answers, tapping the claws on his other hand against his chin, “she is now favoured by Tikki. Strange that Trixx did not try to offer you his boons in turn, seeing as your magic would have been quite compatible with his. A Champion for a Champion, a soulbond for a soulbond.”

She opens her mouth to answer and shuts it with a deafening clack, stark in the absence of her bond with the Goddess.

Raising an eyebrow, his smirk curls wider—mocking yet pitying. “Haven't you noticed the anomalies—inconsistencies—with your memories, Champion? Haven't you noticed how her light burns you—blinds you as it binds you?”

“That's not—!” Marinette argues instinctively, taking a step forwards into his space with an ineffective shove to his practically bare chest, the word "true" rots upon her lips like poison dripping from open wounds—agonising, unhealed, an omen.

He snorts at her, shaking his head and closing his eyes for but a moment. “You've been upholding balance in the name of good for so long, is it really so surprising that you're feeling the pull to uphold the other half of it now?”

“Yes!” She hisses, dropping an octave at the end as she loses the tension from her shoulders. Her breathing hitches and a sob catches in the back of her throat. “No…” Throwing both her hands to each side sharply, as her voice frantically pitches up with another sob, “I—I don't know!”

The smirk upon his lips falters then falls. He sighs and grimacing, lifts his taloned thumb to wipe the tears from her eyes ever so tenderly. “You should have been mine, you know.” Voice rife with a vulnerable poignancy. “From the very beginning. You were always meant to walk in the light of the moon and the shadows of day. But the other gods stole you, claimed you for their own before your soul could be bound to me as with how every Champion has always been naturally bound.”

“Why? That doesn't make sense, why would they do that?” She can't help but ask, swallowing thickly and biting at her lips.

Humming, he tilts his head to one side.“My name, dear Champion, is Nightwing. I was mortal once—a Champion too—before I ascended to godhood. And those gods you so faithfully followed, they feared that as an old enemy of theirs, I'd corrupt your soul with divinity, lead you astray to turn the tides of balance against them. As has long been overdue in this realm.”

Shoulders trembling, Marinette curls into herself, crumbling like her resolve to her knees before him. Head bowed, hands shaking.

“And now, knowing this, knowing the truth of your Goddess,” Nightwing begins as he crouches down in front of her, “will you belong to me, become my one and only dear Champion?”

Breathless and unhesitating, she licks her lips—curling her hands into fists—and nods solemnly. “I will, as long as you will belong to me as my one and only beloved God.”

The all too gratified smirk he wore as he had revealed himself to her, returns in full force—though seemingly softer this time, a lightness to his shimmering eyes, as the smirk melts into a gentle frown, almost pleadingly, he explains. “Please forgive me, my Champion. First, we must sever the soul bond you have with Tikki. The pain will last only a moment but it is inevitable and I cannot lessen it any further.”

Nightwing isn't lying.

A gasp is wrenched from Marinette's lungs against her will. That thin faded tendril binding her soul to her Goddess snaps. Her vision blackens in an instant. Tears cascade down her cheeks as she squeezes her eyes shut. Not that it helps in any way. Each breath feels hollow. Her heartbeat thundering in her mind as her throat constricts and bond sunders. The pain truly lasts only a moment. But the lingering rending absence does not.

And… and there is grief, etched into the very essence of her soul, a deep agony wrenches at her heartstrings until the organ is all but torn from her chest in a ghastly void of ruin. A wound that will never heal as long as the pain that rots it continues to fester. The gilded ichor of the night drips from it, drenching her clothes in an oil spill of dying hopes and dying bonds.

There is no going back now.

No chance to regret it.

Her choice is made.

Her actions done.

The price has been paid.

And finally, she no longer need pay for the dregs of power and love with her own flesh and blood as she had done before.

“The others… the other Champions will come, with their Gods in tow.” Marinette whispers, she knows it deep within her bones they will do everything in their power to keep her caged like a canary in the coal mine or a songbird for show.

With a baleful smile, Nightwing gently wipes the fresh tears from her cheeks with his talon. “Then we will let them come, watch as their hope and faith wavers…”

Softly, he trails a talon down her cheek, following the path of dried tears and then along her jaw so as to lift her chin with a delicate and reverent gracefulness. “And show them exactly what their hubris has wrought, my darling Champion.”

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notre enchantement

IT’S HEREEEEEE

WOOOOOOOOOOOO

I’ve had this half written since February and have been trying to finish off this chapter. Enjoy <3

Thank you to @izanae & @nightlychaotic for being my life savers and helping me with a scene that haunted me for days

STORY MASTERLIST

Ao3

Chapter four: Raining diamonds

Marinette wandered around the marketplace, a woven basket in the crook of her arm. She had almost gotten all of her groceries and now was looking at the spools of fabric. This stall sold many different ‘exotic’ items.

The people of Gotham were trapped in this mountain range but a few of them managed to find a way out; they’d always come back though. The mountain range was treacherous. At some points, it was a jagged cliff side streaking up into the sky. Gotham children always marvelled at her circus in wonder. They travelled in and out of Gotham frequently. Along with being circus performers, they brought merchants to sell their wares and even sold some things of their own. They became travelling merchants of sorts.

The circus gave them the opportunity to leave the prison, why wouldn’t they come back to the cage they were born in eventually? For anyone out of the know, you would almost say it’s magical.

The big tent is gone, along with the animals’ white tent. The majority of the performers had left only a few days after the shows, moving on to the next city to enter them with their wonderful fantasies. Only Marinette and a few others stayed in town, returning to their old homes.

She smiled fondly as she remembered her parents' reaction to her coming home. Her mum screamed and dropped her bowl of dough and when her dad came to check on them she was pulled into the biggest bear hug in history.

Then they launched into all the things she missed; how the business was going, how Nona Gina was when she came to visit (she was another Gotham Escapist) and they told her about Dick. Whenever he completed his stack of chores, which was growing higher each day, he would come by and exclusively ask them if they needed any help or any work done.

Her heart grew warm and her eyes misted. He did everything from building them a new oven to kneading dough. They tried to offer him compensation (something that didn’t happen with his other ‘chores’ because community), but he’d refuse by saying “Your time is my payment.”

It just made her love him even more.

An arm slithered around her waist, she looked up to see Dick’s best friend Wally. She raised an eyebrow at him. He smiled down at her, eyes crinkling. “Hi, Mari!” He chirped while taking the basket from her.

“Hi, Wally?” She replied, confusion evident in her tone. “Qu'est-ce qu'il y a? (What’s the matter?)”

His smile widened and became flirtatious. “Can’t I just spend time with a beautiful dame?”

“This ‘dame’ is taken. So retract your arm or extract yourself from the nearest building.”

“I’d love to see what you can do with that aggression.” He leaned closer to her ear, and her body tensed. With a whisper, he said, “I’d let you order me around any day.”

“Then heed this order, let go!” She didn’t have anything to worry about with Wally, he was Dick’s friend after all. He had done this before to get on Dick’s nerves, his flirts were shallow, if not puddle deep in depth. She huffed at him when her escape attempt failed again, she couldn’t do much with her injured hand. What with all these strong guys wanting to keep her in their arms?

“Wally!” Dick ran up to them, glaring at the ginger. He shushed him away and gently pulled Marinette into his arms. He gave her a thorough once over and found no visible injuries, although he noted that the hand he squeezed yesterday was covered by a glove. He knew in the back of his mind that Wally would never hurt her, he just wanted her in his arms and reassurance.

Marinette pouted and huffed again, her arms crossed as she sulked. From one grip to another. She just wanted to look at pretty fabric.

“Heeeey birdy!” Wally leant against the wall behind him, smiling at the couple in front of her. “I saw your bug all alone. Thought someone else might swoop in and take her away.” Dick’s glare narrowed before shifting to the basket Wally was holding. “Oh, this is your bug’s. I’m just helping her hold it.”

“Just hand it here Wally, I don’t want to be stuck in another glare-off.” She held out her hand, looking at him with pleading eyes.

“I can’t leave, I am too entranced by your beauty, it’s hypnotising.”

“Wally,” Dick warned.

Wally stepped forward. But instead of giving her the basket, he kissed the back of her hand. Dick's hand shot out and flicked the man’s forehead, Wally’s head arched back and he landed on his behind, vision spinning. Dick stepped around his best friend’s pile of limbs and retrieved the basket, thankfully the eggs hadn’t cracked.

“Bye Wonder Boy!” Wally called out as they left. Marinette cried internally from not getting any of the textiles.

The couple finally rested on a raised curb. The Wayne family mural laid behind them. It was many years old, it was originally painted around the time Steph got her miracle but recently Damian had been added with Titus by his side.

Dick watched as Marinette rubbed her fingertips over the painting. His gaze drifted downwards. He looked solemnly at the black-gloved hand on her lap. He shot up, spine straight as a pin as he dug through his pocket. She looked at him strangely as he handed her his scrunched-up handkerchief. He unwrapped it and it was a squashed croissant.

“Oh um, here.” He placed the pastry on her lap, scratching the back of his neck in embarrassment. “Sorry, I asked Alfred to make it.”

She couldn’t refuse that face. She took a bite out of it, her hand and ankle tingled. She shifted and kissed his cheek. They looked up at the painting of the Wayne Clan.

Bruce was in the centre, arms bent in front of him, holding the candle. Dick, as always, stood to Bruce’s right, he held a piano over their heads. Alfred stood on the other side, he carried a plate of food. Each of the three men were dressed in blacks and whites, Mari’s nose scrunched, she had never seen any of them wear a colour. Personally she thinks Dick would look good in a baby blue, Alfred maybe a dark teal?

Tim, Barbara, Steph and Duke stood nearest to Dick.

Tim wore a canary yellow tunic with darker yellow curved lines to represent the soundwaves he hears. He was posed with his signature mug of coffee and his other hand cupped at his ear.

Barbara was standing in the painting, her hair was in a side braid and round glasses perched on her nose. She wore a tan blouse that had flared sleeves and a long orange skirt; it was embroidered with sunset clouds. Her hands were positioned in front of her, with a yellow sun shining brightly behind her.

Steph’s ability couldn’t be easily captured in the painting, so, similar to her door, she held a dramatic mask. Her eggplant coloured dress was buckled at the waist with another mask, it was the same at the collar of her blouse.

Duke wore yellow linen pants with a black top. His yellow was a few shades darker, maybe a mustard? His hands created a circle and his light sparked in the centre.

Cass, Damian and a man she didn’t know stood next to Alfred.

Cass wore her usual black cargo pants with a grey and gold top. Her hair and part of her forehead had vanished in a cloud of smoke.

Damian wore his modified green bisht, with embroidery running along the hems. A golden snake necklace created the neckline for his black shirt. He, along with the unknown man, were the only two who didn’t smile in the mural.

Her hand paused. Previously it had run over each person in the painting but she was confused by the last person. Cass and his arms were interlaced and the white strip in his hair was smoking, similar yet it somehow seemed different from Cass’. She turned towards Dick who was staring at her intently, cheeks resting on his hand.

He sat up straight but sighed. Dick averted his eyes to the ground before finally looking up at his brother. He avoided this mural religiously. Jason’s smirk was too close to a smile. His hair looked combed, not messy. Clothes had no holes or tears from rats and fights; red shirt, black leather jacket, denim pants and combat boots. No scars.

They looked like a happy family here. Most wore smiles and held their closest relatives. They looked like a full happy family with Jason.

He whispered his brother’s name, forehead thudding against the mural.

“I have to go.” He stood up, eyes still closed. He knew they would be red and watery if he exposed them to the world. He had to keep up with the mural’s facade; the Wayne Family’s facade.

Marinette watched his back become smaller and smaller before becoming obscured by the crowd. She left as well. Wandering through the markets with her basket slowly getting heavier, although she was almost done before she needed something to keep her busy.

“Did you hear about the Wayne’s?”

“Hear? I saw! I was in the room when the magi—” The First Lady shushed her friend, a painted hand covering the loud girl’s face. She nervously chuckled at the watching crowd before pulling her friend off to the side.

“No! Not about the magic, the wedding! I heard there was an engagement.” The First Lady quietly squealed. Marinette watched them from the corner of her eye as she pretended to look over the merchant’s wares. The lady’s loud friend made a noise of bafflement and had a dumbfounded look on her face. “Shhhh shush! I heard it was tonight as well!”

‘Tonight?’ Dick had invited her to dinner tonight. Her hands trembled as she remembered yesterday’s conversation and his baby blue eyes.

“Mari I was thinking,” He paused hesitantly. “Tonight made me realise we’ve never discussed the future…” His voice trailed off but his eyes never left her, his cheeks reddened. “What do you see in your future? Did you want to be married sometime in the near future?”

‘Was this what he meant?’

She didn’t wait around for her brain to make up an answer. Marinette hurried off. Apparently she needed another thing to be busy from.

And when you have two things to be busy from, you eventually run out of things to do. So you go with the lesser of two evils.

She eventually circled back around to the mural. She looked back at the painted faces and compared them to the family she saw almost daily (well, daily since she returned).

“They don't seem upset or mad at all.” She wiped her eyes with the back of her hand, tearing her eyes away. “So don't feel regret or sad at all.”

She looked around at everyone going out of their daily lives “Hey, I'm not a part of the family, it’s understandable.” She shrugged her shoulders. “And I'm fine, I am totally fine. I will stand on the side as they shine”

Her eyes clouded, tears obscuring her vision. She didn’t let them fall though; the Wayne’s never falter so why should she? Especially if Dick planned on making her a Wayne tonight. How would she hyphen her name? Marinette Dupain-Cheng-Wayne? Or what about Alphabetical order; Marinette Cheng-Dupain-Wayne. Or maybe a mash of the three? Marinette Dupengne. Wait Dick’s name is Hyphenated as well; Dick Wayne-Grayson. Marinette Dupain-Grayson-Cheng. Marinette Dupengson. Marinette Dupeng-Wayson. Her mind was a mess, she was a mess.

She wasn’t ready for this. But I guess who is ever ready for their lives to change. The Wayne’s, the foundation of Gotham certainly weren’t. “I'm not fine, they’re not fine.” She finally let those tear drops fall.

Have you ever felt like you were drowning on dry land? When your clear vision is swimming and the breathable air isn’t able to enter your lungs.

Have you ever seen those blue speckles when you close your eyes? They form many different shapes, whatever your heart desires. She felt like she was there. Chest screaming for a breath as images from her mind flooded the darkness before her.

“I can't move the mountains.” The blue, navy and black rippled beneath her feet. Heat rushed through her body and she felt her heartbeat in her hands. She looked down at them and felt like her fingers were alight like candle wicks. “I can't make infernos bloom.”

She threw her arms down, sparks flying off of her finger tips. “I can't take another night watching their tomb!” She stamped her foot, her pink skirt swishing. Her mouth formed into a pout, “Waiting on a miracle.”

“I can't heal what's broken.” Bandages wrapped around her like they were sent to mummify her, before exploding out in a flurry. “Can't control the morning rain or a hurricane.” She grabbed at her chest as she took another step into the darkness. “Can't keep down the unspoken invisible pain. So I’ll be waiting on a miracle, a miracle!”

She couldn’t tell whether the darkness from her eyes had faded and her sight was restored or if she was viewing a memory. She was peeking from behind a pillar and watched as the Wayne’s walked aimlessly around their mansion. “They're always walking alone, always wanting for more.” She flipped and pressed her back against the square pillar. The coldness from the stone creeped into her skin. “Like they're still at that door longing to shine—“ she gazed as Bruce walked downstairs, coffee in hand, sipping it nonchalantly. “—Like you hoped they’d all shine. . .”

She ran away from the mansion, darkness surrounded her. She looked back as the clouds of darkness covered the mansion. She yelled into the mist, “All they need is a change. . . All they need is a chance!” She puffed up her chest and turned away. “All I know is I can't stay on the side! Watching them die, open your eyes, open your eyes!”

She pushed her hands out as if to slam open a double door, the black and blue world around her rippled. “I would move the mountains. Make new flames and fires grow.” She didn’t know why she was saying what she was but it just felt right. She felt a gush of wind blow, her hair whipped around. “Someone please just let me know, where do I go? They’re waiting on a miracle, a miracle.”

Images of faces appeared before her. Damian’s hurt face after the destruction of his room and his father’s dismissive attitude. Steph’s sorrow-filled song, belted out through choked sobs. Dick’s anxiety ridden shoulders carried the weight of his family. “Show this family something new. Who they are inside, so what can I do? They’re sick of waiting on a miracle, so here I go!” She stamped her foot, blue sparks erupted around her.

“I am ready! Come on, I'm ready!”

She ran again. Reaching out her arms, she swung around. She twirled, semi in place, as she let go. She felt solid ground beneath the soles of her ballet flats. She saw her reflection materialise in front of her in an outline of blue sparks. Her reflection joyed her in clutching their chests. They both spun on their heels and stood back to back.

“I've been patient, and steadfast, and steady! Help me now as you blessed them all those years ago. . .” She flung her arms out and belted out her final notes, head held high. “When you gave them a miracle!”

The tears fell from her eyes and the blackness faded. Her knees gave way and she plopped down on something soft. She looked around, she found pink walls with cherry blossoms and Chinese lucky cats; sewing materials scattered everywhere and posters for the circus littered the floor. Her eyes slowly dragged from the mess to the sobering sunset outside her window.

“Are we too late for a miracle?” Her hoarse voice trailed off into the silence of the wind.

She hung her head. Her heart was filled with guilt and worry.

‘Is there really nothing I can do?’ She splashed some water on her face, hoping to calm down her hot cheeks and swollen eyes. ‘Wait. . .’ Her eyes snapped back to the window.

Sunset.

The Wayne’s Dinner.

Dick’s proposal.

“Oh shit!” She rubbed her face (which did nothing for the redness) and ran out of the room, putting on her nicest white blouse. Slipping on her ballet flats she ran out the door. She ran down the street, running her hands through her hair trying to flatten the frizz.

Her heart beat louder than her footsteps. She looked out of the corner of her eye, she saw herself running in the windows. She looked like a brewing storm; the tension in her shoulders and the air; the darkening clouds and bags under her eyes; the anxiety and nerves before the rain came.

Distracted by the hurricane of thoughts in her head she bumped into someone on this barren backstreet. “Sorry!” She yelled, not looking at her victim, they seemed to still be standing though so they were hopefully fine. She rubbed her arm and cursed under her breath, whoever they were, they were built like a brick wall.

Said person watched as she ran down Gotham’s Crime Alley. His heavy leather boots scuffed against the gravel path, a dust cloud blew past him but he didn’t mind. He had a red bandanna over his nose and mouth and a brown leather jacket with a dark maroon hood. He watched as she disappeared around a corner, he knew where she was going and knew that this was a storm he didn’t want to miss.

She arrived at Wayne Manor, albeit very late. Before walking through the giant door to the she looked at the sun, or where it should be. It had just dipped behind the mountain range but she could see the rays through the orange clouds against the purple sky. Maybe it was waiting on her so she wouldn’t be tardy. She might be able to sneak in, they probably haven’t started dinner yet.

All eyes turned to her as she entered. So much for her naive hopefulness. She nervously chuckled, rubbing the back of her neck as her eyes shot to the floor.

“You’re late,” Bruce grumbled from his place at the head of the table. She could feel his dark eyes glaring holes into her.

She scurried to her seat, Dick helped push in her chair and held her hand under the table. She wanted to breathe a sigh of relief but it would be like a scream into the blanket of silence that laid across the dinner table. It didn’t help that she was only one seat away from Bruce, because once again Dick was his right hand man.

Selina sat diagonally across from her and smiled a Cheshire grin. “Nice to meet you! Marinette right?” She held out a hand to shake, “I’m Selina, we’ve seemed to always miss each other.”

A small smile appeared on the young girl’s face. “Lovely to meet you too.”

Selina hunched her body towards her, chin lent upon her hand. “So tell me about yourself, Precious.” Selina purred and Marinette squeaked, her cheeks reddening.

The young lady’s hands clenched at her pink skirt. “I—” she stuttered, “—I work as a performer and costume director at Miraculous Circus.”

Selina’s eyes widened and her back straightened. “Oh wow,” she exclaimed, her face was one of shock and awe. “That’s quite an achievement!”

Bruce watched as those two were deep in conversation. The hand holding his cup tensed and turned white at the knuckles. His shoulders, like always, were tense. He didn’t project it but anxiety was pumping through his veins. He didn’t know who he could trust with his family’s miracle, so he was suspicious of everyone.

“I adore the circus! All the bright lights, costumes and acts. It’s just. . .” Selina waved her arm around trying to find the right words. “Oh, I don’t know! Magical?”

He adopted many children and teens into his family, so he’d like to say that he had good judgement; but there was a dark blot in the family’s past that wrecked everything.

“We do try our best to achieve that.” Marinette grinned. “Were you at our last performance of the year?”

Could he trust Selina? Would she use the power she is given to finally do good? He loved Selina but she could be so difficult. She didn’t have the cleanest record.

“Hm? Oh! I wouldn’t have missed it for the world. I finally would get to see Dickies girl that he’s been raving about!”

Bruce’s eyes shifted to his eldest son, who grumbled in embarrassment. Next to him was Marinette, she looked at Dick with a teasing grin.

Could he trust Marinette? She and Dick had been dating for many years. Unlike himself and Selina, who were frequently on and off; the young couple had stuck it out through thick and thin, bearing the long distances and periods of lacking contact. But in his eyes, Marinette was a distraction to Dick, who needed to be strong for the sake of the family.

Bruce didn’t even want to give her the time of day but his children begged for her to come. He just hoped she wouldn’t ruin any of his plans.

“I must have missed you. The audience is dark so it’s hard to see. Sorry I didn’t say hello when I was over greeting the others.”

“I was sitting with my girlfriends during the show.” Selina leaned forward, the black fabric covering her torso touched the table. “One of them, Harley Quinn, used to be a clown. She wasn’t a circus performer—“

“Selina.” Bruce warned and the room went silent. Nothing but her musings filled the room. His fists clenched again. He had told her that she shouldn’t socialise with people like Ivy and Harley. ‘Why does she never listen?’

“—she was more—“ Selina was cut off by Bruce again. He warned her once more with a deep and dark tone. The cat burglar turned to her boyfriend, a wide grin pulled at her cheeks. “—freelance.”

Bruce’s eyes narrowed but her grin never faltered.

Before silence could find a foothold Alfred came in with the meals, wordlessly Dick and Marinette got up to help the elderly butler.

Bruce raise his glass, “To a perfect night! À votre santé (cheers).”

The family followed suit.

Although the meal was delicious, Marinette left like it rotted in her dry throat. She was so, so nervous. The spoon in her hand shook. It didn’t help that Tim was staring her down. She knew he had super sonic hearing. Did he know that Dick was going to propose? Or was he angry at her for being scared about it. Was he offended by her song?

She felt Dick lean her way and whisper in her ear, asking if she was ok. She nodded at him, her gaze returning down the table. She saw Tim whispering in Barbara’s ear, a thundering cloud forming over her head.

Bruce interrupted his conversation with Selina to state the obvious. “Barbara. You have a cloud.”

Barbara clasped her hands in front of her and shut her eyes tightly. “Clear skies, clear skies, clear skies.” She whispered. Both Selina and Marinette looked at the red head confusedly. They hadn’t seen Barbara chant or need to calm herself down before.

She looked away again but the whispering returned. She saw images appear in Cass’ smoke as she passed on what Barbara said to her to Steph. It was a mix of smoke signaling and sign language, if Marinette had to guess. Steph coughed, choking on her dinner as her face contorted and shifted into other people. In the smoke and the shifting faces she saw her face along with the guy from the mural.

That just confused her more. Why were they talking about him and her?

She felt something shift. She looked around. She felt the shift along with some crackling noise. She looked around again. The floor underneath her chair showed a slow building crack. She gasped and bent down to look closer.

“Marinette.” She slammed her head into the table, her back shooting up pin straight. Selina’s brows furrowed, “Are you ok?”

Marinette’s lips pursed as she rapidly nodded. Her hand sneaked up the back of her neck, fingers entwined in her hair searching for a bump on her skull.

“She’s just excited!” Dick cut in, laughing. Marinette looked at him confusedly, he winked, his signal to ‘play along’. He stood up, patting her shoulder. “She’s just excited—“ he walked over to Bruce and turned his chair to face Selina. “—For your announcement!”

“Which you should do!” Barbara chimed in. She flicked her hand, a small twist of wind swung Selina’s chair so she sat directly before Bruce.

“Which you should do right now!” Dick tipped Bruce’s chair, the Wayne head fell on his knees.

Selina looked down at him, her braided black hair hung over her shoulder. She raised an eyebrow, her smirk fading off, until it was nothing more than a whisper on her lips.

Bruce cleared his throat and reached around to grab an item out of his pocket. “Selina.” He gazed into her eyes, a rare genuine smile appeared. “You are the most passionate woman I know. Will you be my wife?”

The Cheshire grin returned to Selina’s red lips. “What took you so long?”

The family cheered and whistled in joy. After years and years and years of the couple being on and off; back and forth; building up and tearing down.

Her eyes sparkled as the ring slid onto her finger. “Damn, I don’t think I’ve ever stolen something this pretty.”

She looked back up at Bruce’s face, his smile had been wiped clean and a scowl stood in its place. “Selina,” he said in a warning tone.

She patted his cheek with a cheeky grin before she booped his nose, he subconsciously flinched backwards. “Relax Brucie~”

“Show us!” Steph rose out of her chair and stumbled over. She gasped in awe at the ring. Selina tilted her hand forward so she could show it off to the Wayne children. It was a princess cut three carat diamond with two smaller black sapphires either side, embedded into a band of white gold. It was gorgeous.

Marinette’s head spun. She realised she had been holding her breath this whole time. She closed her eyes, shoulders dropped and she silently sighed. She was happy but unhappy at the same time. ‘Why am I like this?’ She questioned. The sinking pit of anxiety was gone but a sense of numbness replaced it; she couldn’t tell if that was better or worse.

She painted a smile on her face, ‘It’s an engagement. I should be happy.’ She gasped when she saw the ring, it was perfect for Selina. “It’s beautiful Selina.”

“Thank you, Precious.” Marinette blushed at the nickname, her eyes flying away from the source of her embarrassment.

"If you’re acting like this, the fearless circus flyer, I can only imagine the looks on Harley and Ivy's faces when they see this!” Selina hugged her arms to her chest, hands clasped together she gazed down at her newly acquired jewellery. She spun on her heel, her black leather and velvet skirt twisted around her slender legs. “Babs! Tim! You’re the planners of the family. What do you think of red bridesmaid dresses? I think Harley and Ivy both would look amazing in red."

"I thought you were going to stop associating with those criminals."

Her red lips pouted as she grabbed the back of her chair. The air became heavy. “Bruce,” she paused, seemingly in a state of disbelief. “They’re my best friends.”

A cloud began to brew overhead but no one could take their eyes off of the incoming disaster to notice. Marinette feels her chair shift again and the cracks camouflaged with the sound of rolling thunder.

“They’re criminals.”

“They were criminals. They’ve stopped just like me. We’re still rough around the edges and don’t always make the best decision but we try.” She pursed her lips. “I thought you knew that, and that’s why you proposed.”

They seemed to forget that they were surrounded by children and young adults, Alfred tried to usher them out but they were lost in conversation.

“I thought you knew better.” He slammed his fist down on the table, the plate and silverware jumped and clattered back onto the wooden table. “You haven’t changed.I have a duty to protect our family’s miracle from people who will use it for greed and destruction.”

“Are you saying I’m using you?” She yelled, her mocha skin turning pink from anger.

“I’m saying I thought you behaved better.”

Her wordless shriek ricocheted around the room.

Her fingers grabbed at her engagement ring, she thought about chucking it on the floor in a moment of righteous dramaticism; but it was too pretty for that.

‘I can’t throw it away.’ She turned on her heel and swiftly walked out the door with a straight back and her head held high. ‘Seems like it will now be the prettiest thing I’ve ever stolen.’

Her clicking heels in the tile were drowned out by booming thunder as a torrent of rain poured down. Steph and Mari screamed as they tried to escape the rain. Damian’s animals scampered across the tiles, Titus’ paws slipped and he dragged the whole table cloth down as well. Steph started shifting wildly and Tim held hands over his ears yelling at Barbara to shrink the storm. Duke and Cass were at Barbara’s side trying to calm her down.

In the end Dick lifted all his siblings out into the courtyard; Steph, Mari and Alfred met them carrying towels to dry off.

Bruce came out last. He refused the towel and stormed up to his room. A trail of wet footprints and a broken engagement left in his wake. His door slammed but the storm raged on.

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Time to Go

Marinette had known since she was born that she was the only daughter of Bruce Wayne and Talia Al Ghul. She was also Damian's little sister, by three years.

When the strike on Ra's Al Ghul was taken, Talia quickly hid her away. Marinette knew her family's lives were on the line. She knew Damian would be on the front lines and prayed for his safe return. Although she knew she wasn't her grandfather's favorite, she still mourned his death. Damian seemed to take it especially hard.

Talia had told Marinette and Damian that they would be seperated for the time being. She needed Damian to go with his father to continue his training, while she picked up the pieces of the League.

"What about me, Mother?" Mari questioned.

"You will be on a mission, all of your own." Talia explained, "You're mission is to go undercover. You will act as a daughter of other people. This will keep you safe. Not many know of your existence, but I need to make sure all that wish to harm us, are gone."

"I do not approve of this." Damian snarled.

"I understand." Talia whispered, "I have folders for each of you with detailed instructions. Until you are in your new lodgings, you are not to open them."

Marinette nodded sadly and cried herself to sleep in her big brother's arms. She knew it would be a while before she saw him again. Talia gave them their moment. It hurt her dearly to tear her children apart, but Slade had to pay for his crimes. The League had to be rebuilt and become stronger than ever to give them both their inheritance. With Ra's gone, she would train Marinette to become as deadly as her, when she came of age.

Marinette smiled at the envelope in her hand.

'Another letter from mother. I wonder what my orders are this time.'

Marinette,

The time has come for your father to pick you up. He and Damian will pick you up in three days time. Prepare for his arrival.

Marinette smiled, happily. Lila had been a pain in the ass, as of late. Sabine and Tom took everything her so-called friends said at face value. They would laugh at the implications over dinner. Marinette would tell them all of the lies and how brainless the class truly was. They both knew that if Marinette was really bullying Lila, she could have done far worse. Tom and Sabine had disagreed with Adrien's decleration, but told Mairnette to keep the piece while they reached out to Talia. Only her mother's orders were absolute. If her mother said she could kill her, they wouldn't stand in her way.

"Maman. Papa." Marinette called out.

"So, what did the letter say this time?" Sabine asked.

"Father and Brother will be here in three days time to retrieve me." she answered.

"Well, let's start pulling you out of that horrible school and get ou all packed up." Tom laughed, "I'm sure they will be happy to see you."

'Damian, perhaps. Father; I don't know if he even knows of my existence. Surprise, Father.'

Bruce sighed, "What do you mean you have a sister?"

"It's just as I stated." Damian declared, "Mother has insisted it is safe to retrieve her."

"You've been talking to Talia?" Dick questioned.

"No." the young Wayne heir answered, "She gave us both instructions before we left."

Damian held up the letter.

"There are certain dates for me to open these letters." he explained, "Most of them coincide with our birthdays. Today is Marinette's; she turns fifteen."

"So where is she?" Jason asked.

"Paris, France." Damian stated, "She has been under watchful eyes and was assigned to live as a normal child. No assassin work. Grandfather wasn't too happy that he didn't have two grandsons. Mother taught her self-defense, but she helped out around, mostly as a servant. I was to ignore her if I saw her unless we were alone."

Bruce rubbed his head.

"I have already prepared another room, Sir." Alfred smiled.

"Please, don't let there be two of him." Tim pleaded as Bruce stood up and walked out of the cave to pack.

Marinette handed over her ledger of Lila Rossi to Bruce.

"The school needs to choose their staff more carefully." she spoke, "Tom and Sabine have tried stepping in with the Principal, but I bellieve the Board needs to know what is going on under their noses.

Bruce looked at it and quickly read through it.

"I agree." he snarled, "I'll be taking it with me to the board. I need to legally sign you out of that school, anyways."

Marinette turned to her brother and hugged him.

"I missed you." she whispered.

Damian said nothing, but held her close.

Tom and Sabine stood by as they watch the girl they help raise, reunite with her family. Marinette let go and realized they were holding something.

"We have a copy of all of the recipes we've made over the years." Sabine declared, "Both in the bakery and just for the house."

"Family eyes only." Tom smiled.

"Thank you." Marinette replied, taking it and holding it close to her chest.

"I will make sure it is handed over to our grandfather and he will keep it locked up and safe." Damian declared.

Tom and Sabine smiled.

"I need to take my stuff back to the school." Mari spoke up.

"Go." Damian replied, "Father should return soon. I will tell him where you are and we will meet you there. I will put your belongings in the car so we can leave immediately."

Marinette walked into class and handed her class books over to Ms. Bustier.

"Marinette, why-" Caline began to question.

"I resign as class president." Mari announced.

"What?" Caline whispered in shock.

"Marinette?" Adrien called out, "Are you okay?"

"Is this why you haven't been in school?" Alya asked.

Caline laughed awkwardly, "Marinette, I'm sure-"

"I will be leaving this school, as of today." she announced, leaving the class stunned.

"Oh, Marinette!" Lila called out, standing up, "Did I do something? I only wanted to be friends!"

"Yeah!" shouted Kim, "What the hell?"

"I'll be moving in with my birth father and older brother." Marinette stated, "Mother says it is time for me to go with them."

"Sabine kicked you out?" Adrien questioned, confused.

"Sabine and Tom are my guardians, not my parents." Mari declared, "My birth father listened to me. I have always had a keen eye for detail, as many of you know from asking me to design for them."

"Are you till going on about 'Lila stealing from you'?" Alya asked, "We know it was you who stole!"

Lila paled and sat back down in her seat.

'What?'

Marinette looked at Lila and smiled, "Why do you think Ms. Bustier doesn't want me to stop being class president? It's because I make detailed plans for all the school trips, fundraisers, plan the fire drills, and escape routes. I even know where everything in this school is, including the security cameras. I have kept a record of every lie you said sice you got here, where and when. My father turned the evidence over to the Board of Governers."

Lila's jaw dropped.

"If the cameras aren't working, then they'll just go after that gullible man. Pretty sure embezzlement won't keep him in position." Mari shrugged.

"Huh?" asked Nino.

"How many times do you think the mayor pays him to look the other way when Chloe's being a bitch?" Marinette declared.

"Excuse me!" Chloe shouted.

"Maybe Lila can lend you her hearing aids." Marinette retorted.

"This is why you're a bully." Alix glared at her.

Marinette simply smiled.

Bruce and Damian walked in. Chloe smoothed her clothes and fluffed her hair, quickly. She stood up and smiled.

"I'm-" She spoke.

"Your voice is like nails on a chalk board." Damian commanded, "Be silent."

Chloe closed her mouth and sat down in embarassment, leaving everyone speechless.

Marinette giggled, "You always did know how to make an entrance, Big Brother."

Chloe's jaw dropped.

'She's a Wayne!'

Marinette turned and smiled at Chloe, "Goodbye, Daddy's Little Princess." before turning back to her family, "Father, I am ready to return home."

"Very well." Bruce spoke.

All three of them left the class without another word. There was a lot they had to discuss. As far as Bruce knew, Marinette had no idea about him being Batman and Damian being Robin. She had grown up with some semblance of a normal life and he wanted to keep it that way.

The class looked at the door confused.

"Chloe?" whispered Sabrina.

"Shit!" Chloe screamed, slamming her fists onto the desk.

"Chloe, are you okay?" asked Kim.

"No!" she yelled back, "Do I look okay? So you know-You don't know who they are? Of course you Pea Brains, don't! That was Bruce and Damian Wayne. Which makes.....Baker Girl is one of the richest people in the world."

Lila sat in her seat, enraged.

'What?'

"What?" questioned Alya.

"They have more money than mine and Adrikins' family combined." she scoffed, "Her father could buy Daddy's hotel like it was nothing!"

"But-" whispered Mylene.

"Marinette is a Wayne." Chloe stated, "The Waynes own an international business and have their hands in everything. They are old money. Bruce Wayne practically owns a whole city and just doesn't wanna be mayor."

"What about her brother?" asked Alix.

"He's known for being violent and lashing out. He hates the press." she remarked, "One thing about him on social media and he hunts you down and sues you."

"That's illegal." Alya claimed.

"Sorry. Would you prefer to be thrown in jail or settle for a million dollars to delete what you have?" the heiress questioned, "The Wayne family is known for the high IQ and attention to detail, which means....we're all screwed."

The class learned that everything Marinette had said was true. Lila's lies were all exposed. She was expelled and taken to a juvenile detention center, ontop of being sued by various people. Principal Damocles had been fired, as he had zero authority to expell anyone. Their teacher, Caline Bustier, was fired for not doing her job. She never informed the nurse about Lila's illnesses or disabilities, so there was never any confirmation that any of those were true. She also never sent Lila any homework during her 'travels' and so she was far behind the class in her studies.

Chloe believed she was suffering the most. Adrien was no longer in school with her. The people that let her do what she wanted was removed from the school and she was being forced to sell clothes out of her closet because her mother was upset by how much she 'embarassed them' in front of the Waynes.

'Stupid Marinette! This is all her fault! If she had just acted rich, like me, everything would be the same as it always was.'

The class was in disarray. Not only had Ms. Bustier let Lila slide on so many things, she was behind on their lessons as well. They now had mandatory after school tutoring and study sessions. Adrien Agreste had been pulled out of the class due to his high marks. He was also at the level they all should have been at.

"Dude, how did you pass?" Nino asked, "We all listened to Miss Bustier! You're higher than anyone, including Max!"

"Well, I was homeschooled and Natalie was a tough teacher compared to Miss Bustier. Also, I wanted to be at the same grade level as Chloe. I sorta knew mostly everything, already." Adrien admitted, "I actually could have skipped a few grades if I wanted to."

Nino was surprised, "Would you be willing to tutor us?"

"I wish I could but the board made me take a test and Father demanded I answer every question I knew correctly." Adrien sighed, "I'll be going to high school and if I continue the way I am now, I'm set to graduate in two years."

They realized it would never be the same. Everyone else still had four or five years until they graduated.

Bruce thought that another child would tip the balance of the manor, but he was wrong. It felt like all they had been missing, was her. She adjusted perfectly to the chaos. His sons insisted that Marinette learn self-defense, at the very least. She refused to walk in their footsteps and become Robin or any other sort of vigilante. It hadn't taken long for Marinette to be announced as Bruce Wayne's daughter and Damian's long lost biological sister. Marinette had taken Gotham by storm as Gotham's Angel and was designing under a new alias: Serpentine. She was taking the fashion world by storm.

Everyone loved having Marinette around, but Damian Al-Ghul Wayne knew better. Marinette was as deceiving as their mother. She looked innocent in everything she did, but her mind was a war zone. Their grandfather never appreciated her mind, but he had gotten some of his best stealth mission ideas after talking with her. He could see her slithering into every crack in their new home. She was flexible like Grayson, loved motorcycles like Todd, talked business with Father and Drake. She even won over Alfred, Brown and Cain with her cooking and baking skills.

Damian watched as Marinette smiled at her computer. The look at the screen, the smile; it was his mother's smile. He could see Gabriel stocks were plummeting after their reunion in Paris. Style Queen was barely hovering above water. For Marinette, it was never about becoming Robin. It was about ruling the world and she was going do it through fashion.

Damian would never tell anyone, but he was scared of his little sister and he would take it to his grave. The smile that would lead anyone to death: The Arabian Helen of Troy.

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