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ive-tumbled-down-a-rabbit-hole · 1 year

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Panicked at the disco

Meet Cute Monday 49

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I apologise for the incorrect medical stuff. I know very little about it and best left to patch up cuts with plasters than anything else

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Alya scrolled through her phone contently while sitting next to Marinette, who currently was still passed out on the bed. She smirked to herself as she listened to the couple the other side of the now closed curtains bickering away also dealing with head injuries. She couldn't quite contain her snort as the dark haired guy argued with the red head he was with that the concussion 'wasn't that bad' and why the hell was he taken to a hospital of all places.

Not hearing the red heads reply, Alya attention was drawn to her friend as she let out a low groan.

"ugggnnnn…. larm off…. no sound…. no beep beep!"

"Can't Nettie. The beeping's your heart monitor."

"nngnn no… no sense? Turn off… please? Head hurt."

"I get it, your head hurts Nets. We're at the hospital having you checked out. The beeping is stuff monitoring you."

Cautiously Marinette opened one eye to squint at Alya who'd stopped playing with her phone to watch her friend shuffle around on the bed as she slowly woke up and processed the world around her.

"What… what happened?"

"You panicked at the disco, girl!"

In response, Marinette suddenly shot up, only to grab her head and groan at the fast movement, regretting every moment of it. Alya, ignoring the laughter from the other side of the ward and feeling sorry for her disaster friend, pressed a button to alert the nurses of Marinette's return to the waking world. As the dark haired woman moaned at the pain emanating from her head Alya took pity and started to fluff the woman's pillows easing her back into a resting position as Marinette reclosed her eyes from the world. Now awake with a pounding headache, she frowned and moved her head towards the direction where Alya was keeping her eyes closed.

"Als… seriously… what happened? I… I remember arriving at the show, worrying then its blank."

"Your definition of worrying is slightly different to the rest of the worlds, girl. You had a panic attack. You stopped breathing and passed out. On the way down you whacked your head against the corner of a table. Lots of blood and shouts. You're all badged up and need to be checked for concussion. We're in hospital."

"Oh… what… no! I did not panic! It was worry, more importantly, did my life's work go ok?!?!"

"What?! Seriously girl! THAT is what you're worrying about??"

"Did the show go ok? The outfits presented properly. How was it received?"

"Nettie sweetie. I love you, I do. *You* have been my biggest concern. Not your outfits. I'm sure it was ok and it doesn't matter about the after party. Hey, no stop!"

Ignoring Alya's protests, Marinette, despite her throbbing head, started to disconnect all the monitors, blanking out the horrible squealing sounds they now where giving off. She needed to know how her collection was received. The hours she had poured into it all, she need the feedback. The minor head situation can be dealt with much later.

"I'm fine. It's minor Alya. How the collection was received is more important. I need to go to that party. We can come back after I've found out."

"Can you sit down Miss please."

A Nurse had bundled into the ward and started firmly but carefully push Marinette back onto the bed despite her kitten protests that she was fine. With no nonsense the nurse started to check Marinette and sort out the noisy equipment so not to disturb the rest of the room.

Alya smirked at the pout Marinette was sending the nurse as she reluctantly compiled with the instructions she was given as she was medically reviewed and accessed.

"I want to keep you in and review your concussion for the next few hours before deciding if it's safe to discharge you. I'm going to get you some pain relief for your headache and we will review later. Buzz if you need anything or you feel nauseas or any symptoms get worse and I'll be back in a moment."

As the nurse disappeared leaving the curtains open Marinette groaned in frustration sending Alya large kitten eyes and looking very sorry for herself.

"You're not going to help me escape are you?"

"Nope." Alya popped the 'p' grinning at the response.

"What am I going to do. I can't even read the reviews as you're holding my phone hostage. This is cruelty. If you loved me you'd help me. Betrayed by my own best friend."

"I'm not betraying you. You can review the shows feedback when your head isn't hurting with lights making it worse and you can't over think comments. I *will* tell you though, Audrey has sung your praises again."

"But what else! What about the networking you always say I should do!!"

"Nuh-uh! You sit back and rest."

Marinette pushed the 'food' or more appropriate junk around that Alya had found in a vending machine. It was gross. It was disgusting. She would not lower herself to drink the disgusting excuse of liquid or eat the cardboard presented to her.

"Please Nettie! Stop being awkward."

"I'm not being awkward. This…," Marinette wrinkled her nose in protest, "stuff does not equate to food or liquid. You want to leave as much as I do. So go find a proper bakery and get me something of standard."

"A bakery?!?"

"Yes. An almond croissant would be ideal really. A subpar taste of home would do me the world of good."

"And no doubt a black coffee to go with it, Princess?"

"French press preferably."

Alya rolled her eyes at Marinette as she in returned tried to provide kitten eyes and pouted.

"Pleeeeeease!"

The medicine the nurse provided had helped ward off most of the headache but the bright lights did make Marinette want to squint and the thought of food, technically made her feel nauseous, but she needed out. Marinette hated hospitals and with Alya keeping guard she would never escape without the official go ahead from the nurse. She just needed to get rid of her friend for a significant amount of time. Once out, all was fair and Alya wouldn't… hopefully… take her back to the hospital… maybe.

Sensing weakness as Alya semi faltered, Marinette ramped up her Adrien/Chat Noir 'I'm pathetic and need feeding' looks until Alya cracked throwing her arms into the air.

"Fine! If the nurse takes the coffee away it's not my fault. Give me a mo to find somewhere on the map."

Internally Marinette smirked as outwardly she beamed, "Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!! I will love you for forever!!"

"Sure you will. Look, I found a place a 10 minute walk away."

Narrowing her eyes, Alya pointed her phone at Marinette in warning.

"You are to stay here. I WILL be back."

Marinette nodded her head slowly with wide aching eyes focused on the movement of the phone to close to her face for comfort. As Alya sped off, Marinette slowly counted to 300 in the hope that it meant Alya had left the hospital given her the opportunity to escape.

As yet another nurse, doctor, hospital staff (Marinette was keeping track) seemed to appear, she dived into what she hoped was yet another cupboard to hid. Peering out the tiny crack she heard a noise behind her causing Marinette to spin around fast grabbing the nearest thing she could (a bed pan) as a weapon. Staring back at her was the other person on her ward from earlier, he too looked like he was trying to escape having also concluded that waiting was a pointless task.

"Disco girl?"

"Tank."

"What?"

"I thought it was a game of state the obvious." Marinette turned to peer out the crack watching yet more people go down the corridor. "Wait!? Please don't tell on me… I won't tell on you."

Low chuckles sounded behind her as Marinette sighed and moved back to look around the supplies within the room, slightly on edge of the stranger.

"Why don't we work together instead. Seems like we're both trying to evade over bearing friends."

"I don't know you. How do I know you're not a serial killer?"

"*chuckles* I'm Jason and I promise I won't kill you. I dislike meaningless violence especially on those who are innocent."

Marinette pouted at the giant of a man smirking before her, she felt like he was missing something out of that statement but at the same time he didn't seem like a threat and she didn't get any off vibes coming across. He also had a point about working together to escape the their prison.

"Marinette. Do you have a plan?"

Ignoring the tank of a man, Jason, who had just shrugged, Marinette started to move, looking through the cupboard to see what stuff was in there which would allow her to formulate an escape rather than door dashing she was currently doing.

"Acquire a wheel chair, grab some stethoscope and wheel you out like a good attendant would do."

"Excuse you!! Why do I have to play the patient?! You could play the patient while I play doctor. We're more likely to find scrubs that fit me than you."

"Listen Doll, hate to break it to ya, but having a bandage around the head makes it much harder for you to look like a doctor."

"I… what…" Marinette's hand rush to head to feel the bandage wrapped around the cut and remembered Alya's delightful description of her downfall."

"Oh… ok… well… that makes sense. Baguettes! I'm such a clutz."

"Or you're suffering from concussion."

"That too but I need out. Hate hospitals."

"Same. Never anything good in them. So, you on board?"

"Yup. Found a stethoscope on this shelf, and few other things. Let's get you dressed up Doctor Jason."

The pair with some miraculous luck found an 'abandoned' wheel chair which Jason nodded for Marinette to sit in. He found a stray blanket tossing it at Marinette so she dressed up as a poor victim that Jason was escorted to an appointment at the other end of the hospital. Gratefully no-one stopped the pair in their get up or even gave them the time of day. With the supplies and get up they had found they fitted into the background perfectly much to Jason's relief.

As they turned a corner and Jason froze. The tiny waif of a woman looked up at him in his pretend doctor gear to try grab his attention and figure out what had caused them to stop. With an abrupt turn, Jason started to wheel Marinette down another corridor despite the exit being within reach moments previously.

"Ummmm, we're going the wrong way. The exit was back there."

"Yup, but it's being guarded by a red headed menace."

"Alya's there?!?! Sugar! I thought I had another 5 minutes left before she arrived."

"Ah, sorry, not your red headed menace. Mine. Roy, the fool who brought me here in the first place."

"Okay, that makes sense. Does this place have a back entrance or something that we can escape into?"

"That's what I'm looking for but no clue. We might need to find a perfect spot to watch and plan a distraction or something."

"Regroup at the cafeteria?"

"Maybe, just keep your eyes open."

Jason moved them away from the entrance trying to be discrete, avoiding attention that could draw unwanted company to them. His purposeful movements seemed to help disguise them as he desperately sought an alternative escape path. His partner in crime was surprisingly helpful and just good at spotting potential hazards. Jason found himself slipping into an easy conversation with Marinette. They were fine and had almost come up with a perfect escape plan, but Jason, pushing his luck slipped in a flirty joke with Ms Panic at the Disco. Marinette's laugh echoed down the hall only to have a vaguely familiar shout in a response. Panic grew in Jason as his companion paled and started to look around urgently.

"Ummm… Jason. Are you up for running? My red headed menace is here now too. They're trapping us in a pincer movement."

"Not on my watch Doll. Ready for some wheel chair racing and knocking red haired pins over?"

"Errr, what?! Eeeeks!!!"

Quickly checking that Marinette have grabbed the arms of the wheelchair, Jason started to jog with increasing speed with Marinette squeaking with the increasing speed. Jason weaved quickly around other patients and hospital staff with a confidence and precision in an attempt to lose the meddling red headed friends.

"Where are we going?"

"Away. Hold tight!"

Jason careened around a corner at speed tipping a wheel off leaving Marinette clinging on in panic. Her squeak again was boarding on cute if Jason wasn't so worried about Roy catching him. Jason found himself nearly toppling over the chair as Marinette grabbed a wheel changing the speed and direction but pointing at a sign of hope.

"That way! Fire exit."

"Good Spot Doll."

Charging towards the spotted escape, the pair chanced a glance at the chasing red heads now followed with security. Looking backwards Jason didn't notice a visitor drop their drink spilling the liquid across their path. Seconds later, wheelchair, Marinette and Jason slipped on the wet floor and collided with a wall in a heap.

"Really Roy! Really. I thought you were a friend."

"I am. Which why you're back here."

"I loved you Als. You've betrayed me TWICE! How could you? Stabbing me in the back and all."

"Suck it Nets. I did no stabbing, that was you who tried to TRICK me!"

"The betrayal. The disowning. The lack of coffee!!"

Roy smirked with Alya as Jason and Marinette glared at the well-meaning and caring friends. The two injured pair fumed as they were handcuffed to their beds. It seemed a little extreme (and pointless) but the nurses and security agreed with the stubborn noirettes that were now a flight risk so it had to be done.

While Marinette and Jason, with their additional bruises (and egos) sulked, Roy sat opposite the other red head who was content in playing card's with him. Alya was cackling at her friends misfortune, had started a competition with Roy, which he could completely get behind, on exchanging stories and anecdotes of their injured friends and the chaos they'd caused. The mutual kinsman ship was a blessing and a relief he finally had a partner to help wrangle his dark haired menace back into bed for recovery who also have a dark haired drama queen.

Glancing at the brooding bedbound pair who despite appearing to accept their fate, were amitting death energy off them, Roy turned his attention back to Alya. The red head knew that the hushed whispers from the dark haired menaces where either planning their next escape or ways to enact revenge. Hopefully Roy had wowed Alya enough to be willing to make an escape plan if wrangling the devils in disguise failed. He rather liked to live after all this.

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folk-ever-lore · 2 years

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Wicked

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” a voice said gently in her head, “I will give you the power to take your kingdom back from those who stole it.”

The brave girl shook her head wiping her tears, “What you want, I will not give you.”

***

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” the familiar voice said, “I will give you the power to silence those who have wronged you.”

“Listen to me,” the furious girl hissed, “stay in your lane.”

***

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” the ever known voice appeared in her head once again, “I will not let you escape me again. I will give you the power to control anyone who dares to stand in your way.”

“All of this talking,” she laughed back, at the supervillain who had seemingly made it his mission to akumatise her, “is driving me insane.”

A butterfly flew from her hair ribbon.

“See you later, little butterfly.”

***

Marinette was furious. No, she wasn’t furious. She’d been furious a few years ago when Lila had framed her for stealing her stuff, but now? Now she was mad with rage.

Did that liar seriously think that she could take away all of Marinette’s Parisian friends and not expect any Payback? If so, she had a very big surprise coming. But it had been when Lila had the nerve to dare insult Marinette’s boyfriend that she’d lost control of any will power that was holding her back.

“Oh yeah,” Lila had said, “I met the Waynes when I visited Gotham during the summer. Brucie and Richard were so nice and caring, along with Tim, but the middle child? Jason? He was a nightmare. It’s no wonder why his death was faked in order to keep him out of public view. It would have destroyed the Wayne family’s public image.”

That was when Marinette had lost it. She did take people insulting her fabulous boyfriend very well at all, let alone when they made disgusting comments about his death.

She smiled and made her way over to the serial liar. “Hey Lila, I’ve got a present just for you.”

“A present? For me? You really shouldn’t have.”

“I insist,” she smirked, before curling her fist up and punching the liar right in the face.

“What was that for?” Alya had yelled amid the chaos.

“"I have sat by and watched her lie to all of you for years now, without doing anything as you all seem content to believe her over me,” Marinette stated casually, “but I will not let her say anything about such a personal matter that she knows nothing about. She’s never met Jason and can’t say anything about his death.”

“You’re insane,” screamed Lila.

“Marinette Dupain-Cheng,” a lulling voice cried, anxious to see if this would finally be the day he succeeded, “I will give you the power to protect any relationship that is pure of heart.”

She paused, “And what will I do to the others?”

“You will destroy them. And all you need to give me in return are Ladybug and Chat Noir’s miraculous. Do we have a deal, Homewreaker?”

“Yes, Hawk Moth.”

***

When the news report reached America, reached the Justice League, reached Jason the attack had already been going on for a day.

The Justice League had been called in after Ladybug hadn’t shown up for hours, but apparently no one had actually told Jason because ‘he was too close to this case’. Yes because that was his girlfriend who had been akumatized. His girlfriend who had been the only person capable of restoring the damage done by akuma attacks. His girlfriend that the Justice League didn’t know was Ladybug.

Yeah, fuck not helping. He was taking a zeta tube to Paris.

***

He raced through the streets, wearing his Red Hood leather jacket without the rest of his usual get up. He hoped that seeing both sides of him would help.

“Marinette,” he cried out when he saw her. “Marinette, please talk to me.”

The corrupted figure of his girlfriend flew down towards him with a smile. “Hello, my love,” she said in a sing-song voice. “I was wondering how long it would take you to come and see me.”

“They tried to stop me from seeing you,” he admitted softly, prioritising his own safety over the Justice League’s, after all they’d agreed to it when they’d tried to lock him up, “but I managed to get here anyway.”

Marinette, no Homewreaker, growled, “I’ll kill them. I’ll hunt them all down and kill them. No one shall keep my love from me, not even the Justice League.”

Jason swallowed heavily and shook his head. They’d only been looking out for him, even if they didn’t have all the facts and made the wrong decision. “Please no,” he begged, “stay with me as Marinette instead.”

“I am not Marinette, I am Homewreaker,” she hissed, shoving him away. “It would be wise to accept that.”

“I will never accept that the girl I love is gone,” he claimed, eyes hardening with resolve as he spoke. “She loves the world around and would never hurt anyone. She is a blessing to have in this universe. She is so incredibly kind and caring.”

“Well,” Homewreaker replied with a smirk gracing her purple lips, “this is a wicked world, for this wicked girl. You can watch me dance around possessed, or I’ll put a noose around your neck to finally make you mine once and for all.”

Jason grimaced at the imagery. Marinette would never do anything that cruel to anyone, ever, not even a supervillain.

Wait. She’d recognised that she was possessed. Did that mean that Marinette was still in there fighting for control against Hawkmoth? He certainly hoped so. He was about to make himself look like a fool if not. But this was his last chance to save her. He didn't know what else he could do. This was her last chance.

“Marinette,” he cried again, “I know you’re still in there. I know you’re still fighting for control. If you weren’t, Hawk Moth would have already won. Please, come back to me.”

The infamous purple butterfly mask appeared on her face. Marinette’s body twisted and twitched as she fought Hawk Moth for the control of her body. She wasn’t going to give up that easily.

Her voice was softer, gentler and kinder and she screamed and sobbed for help. She sounded much less possessed. “Jason,” she yelled, pain echoing through each and every single one of her words. “Jason, help, please.”

“I will, my love,” he said as he pulled her twitching body close to him, enveloping her in a hug. Refusing to let her lose herself, refusing to let Hawk Moth get control of her body, refusing to let her leave. He was going to save her, and he didn’t give a fuck what the Justice League or anyone else had to say about that.

“Jason?” Marinette asked, as a wave of purple overtook her once again, this time returning her to her normal self. The black butterfly pulled away from her body and turned white as it flew off.

“I’m here,” he soothed, running his hand through her hair in the gentle, familiar pattern he generally did when they were cuddled up beside each other watching films. “I’m here and I’m never leaving. Not now, not ever. You won’t be getting rid of me any time soon.”

She pulled him closer to her, as close as he could get. “Can we get out of here?” She asked, not liking all the media and attention on her. She wanted to crawl into a ball and forget that this event had ever occurred, but unfortunately she couldn’t. The best she could do was escape from the media’s watchful eyes for a bit.

“Of course,” he said as he picked her up. “The Watchtower?” He whispered into her ear.

She nodded, “Yes please. I think we need to tell them the full truth.”

“Anything for you, my love.”

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deathbymeow · 2 years

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Yesterday, Today and Forever

Ok so I've had a break from writing for a few months and in that time I've read 50 books. Yes 50, don't judge me I was having a moment. A lot of those books had a variety of lets call them adult scenes. I never thought I'd try and write said scenes but I decided to push myself and see what the out come was. Boldlyanxious gave me the prompt "this is a one time thing" with the response "you say that every time" and this was the result. So this is for you @boldlyanxious. I hope you like it! This is probably the hardest thing (no pun intended) I've ever posted. So please be nice but honest at the same time. I know this isn't for everyone so don't forget to read the warnings first!!!

Warnings ⚠️

This is rated explicit

Not for eyes under 18yrs

There is NO, I repeat NO fade to black

High Level of Spice 🌶

Toxic Relationship

Possessive/ Dominant/ Crime Boss Jason Todd

Corse Language

if I've missed anything please let me know

The restaurant was expensive, the food was to die for, and the company was, well if Marinette was being honest a little too perfect. Anyone would think Marinette had lost her mind. Tristan Carnell was the heir to one of the largest oil empires in America. He was good looking, and Marinette could tell he was well built under his suit. The problem was he said and did all the right things, and it was boring the hell out of her.

To top it off her phone kept buzzing in her clutch. She had a suspicion of who it was, but she was trying desperately not to think of said person. Marinette took the last bite of her overpriced meal and excused herself to use the restroom.

Once inside the lux restroom Marinette pulled her phone out and frowned at the screen. There was four missed calls and a stack of messages from her ex. That’s if she could even call him that. They had known each other since they were teenagers and he’d taken her v-card. They had fooled around for a few months but living in different time zones made it hard. And then he died.

Marinette was devastated and never really got over it. Once hawkmoth was defeated, she moved to Gotham to study and work with the bats. She wasn’t sure why she was so drawn to the city of crime. And then her world was turned upside down when a helmet wearing crime boss took interest in her.

Marinette wasn’t sure if he’d meant to reveal his identity but when he interrupted one of her dates for the third time, she’d demanded an explanation. He called her Pixie and there was only one person who did that. Since then, the Red Hood aka one Jason Todd had made it his mission to cock block her at every turn.

The Devil – Lookin good Pix. Is that one of your dresses?

The Devil – He won’t give you what you need

The Devil – Why you insist on dating these poor excuses for men I have no idea

The Devil – If he lays a hand on what’s mine you know what will happen to him

The Devil – Answer your phone Pixie

The Devil – Pixie if you don’t get up and walk your ass out of there soon I’m coming to get you

The Devil – You’re trying my patience now

Marinette – omg, are you watching me?

The Devil – Always baby

Marinette – That’s really fucked up. You need to stop. You don’t own me

The Devil – Oh really? I wouldn’t be so sure of that sweetheart

Marinette – Stop

The Devil – Make me

Marinette turned her phone off and threw it into her clutch and damn near screamed in frustration. Jason was so infuriating. Who the hell did he think he was. Sure, he was her first love, but she had never told him that and never would.

After finding out he was alive, her happiness was short lived when she discovered the new Jason Todd was nothing like the fun loving, cheeky but very sweet teen she’d fallen for. This Jason was a cold-blooded killer. He’d come back twisted and out for revenge, everything she fought against.

Marinette walked back to her date. Instead of sitting in her seat she bent down to whisper in his ear. “They don’t have the type of dessert I’m craving on the menu. Care to take me home?” She purred into his ear. If Jason insisted on watching her, she was going to put on a damn good show.

It was one of the reasons she’d agreed to the date with Tristan. He was someone of power who could take care of himself and if not, his security team would hopefully help in keeping an overbearing crime lord away.

Twenty minutes later Marinette had her tongue down Tristan’s throat while he pushed her up against her apartment door. The kiss was okay, but her mind kept comparing him to Jason. God damn it. Marinette was horny and frustrated. Most woman would die to be in her position but most woman hadn’t been owned by a dominating Jason Todd.

Marinette knew everything about him was toxic. From the way he stalked her to the way he claimed he owned her. Maybe Marinette was just as broken as him, because there was no way this man was going to be able to give her what she needed. In that moment she hated Jason even more for being right.

Tristan kissed her neck while he ran his hand down her side. He found the split in her dress and pushed his hand under the silky fabric. Marinette closed her eyes and tried to imagine it was Jason. His fingers skimmed the edge of her panties, tracing the line down.

Marinette could feel Jason’s eyes on her even before he talked. His scent a mixture of sandalwood, tabaco and gun powder surrounded her, and her body reacted instantly like the traitor it was. She opened her eyes and found familiar aqua eyes staring at her threw a red domino mask.

“You’re gonna want to get your filthy hands off my property Tristan Carnell.” Red Hood growled taking a step towards him.

Tristan removed his hand but didn’t step away from Marinette. “The infamous Red Hood. How did you get past my security?”

“I have my ways. Now how bout you move before things get messy.”

“Yeah, about that, I don’t see your name on her, and I was promised dessert.” Tristan wrapped his arm around Marinette’s waist and pulled her into his side.

Tristan may have been powerful in his own right, but he had nothing on Red Hood. Marinette was so over possessive alfa assholes. She tried to step away but Tristan’s grip on her tightened.

Yep, Marinette was done. She grabbed the hand holding her, shifted her weight and threw him over her shoulder. For good measure she kicked him in the stomach then bent over him. “I’ve lost my appetite. Good night, Tristan. Don’t bother calling me.”

She turned her fiery glaze to Jason. “You don’t own me. No crime boss ever will.” With that she walked into her apartment and slammed the door behind her.

Marinette was so done with the night but yet her body wasn’t satisfied. She was frustrated and over Jason ruining any attempt she had at a normal sex life. He’d left a huge hole in her life when he died. When he returned, he made sure to ruin her for good. She despised what he had become but she couldn’t help still wanting him.

That led to angry hook ups with Jason, followed by wild sexcapades that made sure no other man could ever satisfy her again. She was really starting to feel like she was broken. Jason had made it very clear that he wanted her, but she refused to be a part of his world while he was doing illegal dealings. And don’t forget the whole severed heads in the bag ordeal.

Marinette pulled the straps off her shoulders and let her black dress pool at her heeled feet. Her red heels were surprisingly comfortable considering their height. Stepping out of the dress she walked over to her bedside table in nothing but said heels and a lacey pair of panties that barely covered anything.

She felt the breeze from a window she didn’t leave open the same time she smelt him. Before she could do anything, his hand closed around her throat while the other snaked around her waist pressing her against his warm body. “Miss me beautiful?” He growled in her ear.

“About as much as I would miss a decaying corpse.” Marinette huffed trying to ignore the way he pushed his hard length into her.

“You know how to cut deep sweetheart. Would you prefer I was still rotting in that grave?” There was pain laced in his words. If you didn’t know Jason like Marinette, you would have missed it. She knew he’d suffered, and she knew he still did. Marinette wanted nothing more than to smooth his pain, but she couldn’t. She wouldn’t. Not while he was hurting so many people.

“Jason, this is a one-time thing. I can’t keep doing this.” Her breath hitched and her hesitation dissolved as his hand slid over her flat stomach and brushed the soft lace between her legs. She couldn’t help the moan that escaped her lips as his hold tightened against her neck.

“You say that every time, baby.”

“Jason.”

“Tell me to stop then, Pixie.” His breath sent shivers down her neck and her nipples hardened. He nipped at her ear as his fingers pushed her panties aside and slid between her soft folds. He teased her entrance, not giving her what she wanted only adding to her need for release.

“Such a good girl. Always so wet for me and only me.” His words came laced with a warning that made her want him even more.

Everything about this was messed up but at the same time she couldn’t, she wouldn’t say no. Lost in the moment, she craved to feel his body against hers. She moaned his name as he continued to tease her.

“Jason. Please.”

“Tell me what you want Pixie.”

“You Jason. I need you.”

“And?” He growled showing his dominance as he pushed one of his thick fingers inside of her.

“Only you. It’s always only ever been you.” She whimpered as he pushed another finger inside her and rubbed his thumb over her clit. She grinded against his hand. So close to climax it almost hurt.

“Good girl. See that wasn’t so hard, was it?” He bit her neck hard then smoothed it with a soft kiss. His pace picked up and she moaned his name as she bucked against his rough hand.

Marinette was so close. She could feel her orgasm start to build as he curled his fingers to hit her g-spot just the way he knew she liked it. “I’m so close Jason.” She breathed.

Just as her body started to tingle, Jason pulled his fingers out and spun her around to face him. Her climax instantly dissolved, leaving a painful ach in its wake.

“You would do well to remember who owns you next time you think of allowing someone to touch what’s mine.” He smirked at her as he licked her arousal off his fingers. Jason knew exactly what he was doing to her as he sucked his fingers clean. “Mmm, always so sweet, baby girl.”

It took Marinette a second to regain her senses, but when she did a burning rage took over. She felt humiliated and stupid for letting things get this far. Again. This wasn’t her Jason. Her Jason died. This was an imposter she let time and time again ravage her body.

“You need to leave.” Marinette hissed, taking a step backwards.

Jason shook his head and closed the space between them before she could escape. “We’re not finished Pix. That was your punishment. You earned it, now except it and let’s move on.”

“You’re a monster.”

“True, but I’m your monster Pixie.” With that he grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her against him. He kissed her like the world was ending and, in a way, maybe it was.

Marinette melted against his lips. Her anger faded with every stroke of his tongue against hers. He tasted like expensive whisky mixed with her arousal. It did things to her it shouldn’t, and she rubbed her hand against his erection. He groaned into her mouth before trailing his lips over her jaw and down her neck.

“You know the rules baby. You first.” He whispered as he fell to his knees, still holding onto her hips. He breathed against her hardened nipple before taking it between his teeth. His tongue flicked over her sensitive bud as his teeth bit down hard enough to cause the right amount of pain that sent shock waves tingling over her skin. She nearly came right then and there with how intense it was. One of his hands moved to her other breast while the other grabbed her panties and pulled them down.

Jason helped her to step out of them, the whole time never taking his eyes of hers. He rubbed his nose between her legs and blew on her over stimulated clit sending shivers up her spine. Her hands worked their way into his hair as she moaned his name, and his tongue explored her wetness.

He lifted one of Marinette’s legs and rested it over his shoulder so he could worship her the way she deserved. With his tongue deep inside of her, she fucked his face while he grabbed her ass and teased her tight hole.

“Jason. Oh. My. God. Don’t you dare stop.” She moaned as her hands fisted in his messy hair.

“I got you baby. Now come for me.” Jason growled against her clit, sending her over the edge.

Marinette’s world exploded in stars as her release tore through her with such force if Jason wasn’t holding onto her, she may have fallen. Her breath was ragged, and her heart raced as Jason picked her up and lay her down on her bed.

“I’m not done with you yet beautiful. I’m going to fuck you till your body knows who owns it and no other cock will ever satisfy you.” Jason voice rumbled against Marinette’s neck as he gently brushed her damp hair of her face and kissed her nose.

Marinette ran her fingers over his domino mask, he leaned into her touch closing his intense aqua eyes for a moment. She tugged the mask off then kissed his skin where it had been moments before.

“I know who you are Jason Todd, even if you’ve forgotten. Please come back to me.” Tears fell as the words left her lips.

Jason’s eyes opened and she watched them dilate as he focused on her tears. He brushed them away with his thumb and shook his head. “You know I can’t baby. I’m so close to finishing this.”

“You can’t kill him, Jason. He’s your father. He loves you.” Marinette felt her tears fall but she couldn’t stop them. She could deny it all she wanted, but she loved him even if he was broken.

“Enough.” Jason yelled as he sat back and pushed the heels of his hands into his eyes.

Marinette didn’t flinch instead she crawled onto his lap and wrapped her legs and arms around him. In that moment it became very clear to Marinette what she was to him. She was his lifeline to humanity. In her he got a glimpse of his past before it became clouded with rage and revenge. A time when he was happy surrounded by family and friends that loved him.

If he wouldn’t let her save him, she would help him forget the pain even if it was only for one night.

She started to remove his weapons from his thighs as he watched her. Next, she ran her hands under his kevlar top, he grabbed the back of it and pulled it over his head. Her eyes ran over his muscular chest littered with scars, some healed and others fresh. He watched her every move as her fingers skimmed the raised lines.

Marinette trailed kisses over his chest and down the line between his hard abs stopping just above his pants. She smiled up at him, licked her lips then jumped off the bed. Jason moved like the predator he was and caught her by the wrist.

“Where do you think you’re going baby?” The doubt was gone from his face, replaced by the dominating alfa that bought her body to ruins only moments ago.

Instead of answering she dropped to her knees and started to unlace his boots. She heard the click of his belt followed by his zipper and desire flared between her legs. Marinette looked up as his erection sprain free and hit his stomach. She couldn’t help but lick her lips as she watched him fist his hard length, all the while never taking his eyes off her.

“So beautiful on your knees all wet for my cock like the good girl you are. Now open that pretty mouth of yours.” Jason demanded as he grabbed the back of her head and pulled her closer.

Marinette did as he said, swirling her tongue around the thick tip tasting the saltiness of his arousal before licking and nipping down his shaft. Jason growled and wrapped her long hair around his fist holding her in place while he thrust into her mouth hitting the back of her throat. She flattened her tongue and relaxed her throat to allow for the size of him. Jason’s cock was larger than most and he knew how to use it as he fucked her mouth. Lucky for Marinette she’d mastered how to take it as she dug her nails into his ass. She looked up into his hungry eyes, loving being owned by this man that others feared.

“Fuck, Marinette.” He moaned as he came undone. His warm desire spilt down her throat and she swallowed every drop before licking the rest of him clean.

Jason lifted her up and pressed her back against the cold glass of the window. She wrapped her legs around him as he grabbed her chin and kissed her hungrily. The taste of their arousal mixed together, and Marinette felt him twitch between her legs already getting hard again. He rubbed the head of his cock between her wet folds before easing in slowly.

He let her adjust to the size of him before he pulled back and thrust into her. Jason grabbed her hands and held it above her head while the other rubbed her clit forcing Marinette to moan loudly. If she didn’t get a noise complaint after this she’d be surprised.

“That pretty pussy was made for me and only me baby. Don’t you see how good we are together.” Jason growled against her ear.

Marinette was lost in a lust filled state as Jason worked her body like no other. She didn’t care that anyone looking in would see her naked body in nothing but red heels being destroyed against the glass.

“Jason, I’m so close.” Marinette whimpered against his neck.

“I know baby. I’ve got you, now fall with me.” Jason breathed against her neck right before he bit her.

The sharp sting followed by him driving harder into her sent her falling over the edge. Jason kissed her hard, swallowing her screams. He pulled back slowly then slammed back into her prolonging her orgasm as his thumb still assaulted her sensitive clit. She felt him tense inside of her before letting go, following her over the edge and filling her with his release.

“Mine.” He growled into her neck as he carried her to the bed. “Now tell me who owns that pretty pussy. No fuck that. Who owns every inch of you?”

“Jason Todd does.” Marinette mewed as he flipped her onto her stomach.

“That’s my good girl. Now let’s make sure you can still feel me in the morning baby.”

>.<

Marinette woke up alone. Her whole body hurt but in the best way reminding her of all the ways Jason dragged orgasm after orgasm from her body. They’d showered together as the sun started to rise and he’d washed her with such gentleness she was foolish enough to believe he might have been here in the morning.

The last thing she remembered was him snuggling with her in bed like a normal couple. As she drifted off to sleep, she thought she heard him say, ‘I love you, yesterday, today and forever. Not even death can keep me from you baby.’ He’d said it to her only once before. Right before he left to find his mother. Marinette had been too scared to say it back then and he’d never returned.

It wasn’t till later that night when she saw the news that the irony of his parting words sunk in. The universe was a cruel and unforgiving thing that lived and breathed and took what it wanted from the people that inhabited it.

The news report stated that there had been a stand-off with Batman, the Joker and Red Hood. Red Hood was presumed dead after he’d caused an explosion that collapsed the building he’d been in. Batman and the Joker had made it out, but Red Hood’s body hadn’t been found. The report showed the rubble where the building had once stood. No one would be coming out of that alive.

Marinette dropped the glass she was holding as she fell to her knees screaming Jason’s name. She didn’t know how long she stayed curled up in the broken glass crying. At some point Dick had found her and taken her back to the manor.

When she saw Bruce the next day, she’d screamed at him for choosing the Joker over his own son. She punched him in the face and hit his chest till Dick dragged her away. The whole time Bruce didn’t say anything, he didn’t even try to block her attack.

It was all too much for her and after they’d had the second memorial for Jason, this time without a body she flew back to her hometown of Paris.

Five months later

Adrien didn’t hesitate to take Marinette in after she returned from Gotham. He’d always hopped she’d return one day. She was his best friend and found family. He’d always loved her but her love for Jason had always stood in his way. He never told her how he felt but he had a feeling she knew.

He wanted to kill Jason for a third time for the shit he’d put his princess through but at the same time he hated to see her fall apart over and over again. Jason was dead because he couldn’t let go of his anger and now Marinette had to suffer for it.

Marinette hardly slept without nightmares, and it didn’t take much to make her cry. She was on one hell of an emotional rollercoaster and Jason Todd was to blame for it all.

It was midday and she’d finally fallen asleep on the couch. Adrien tucked a blanket around her while a non-romantic comedy playing in the background. There were strict TV rules, no romance, no sad stories and no vigilantes or villains. It didn’t leave much but Adrien made it his mission not to upset the broken hero.

A loud knock on the door had Adrien rushing to open it before it woke Marinette. Adrien was not prepared to find one Jason Todd standing on the other side of it looking very much alive. The opposite of what he should’ve been.

“Hey, Adrien. Is Marinette here?” Jason asked rubbing the back of his neck. When Adrien didn’t answer he added. “Her mom gave me this address. I didn’t know it was your place.”

At this point Adrien’s brain caught up. “Motherfucker, why won’t you just stay dead for once?” Before Jason could answer, Adrien punched him in the face. “You know what, maybe if I do it myself, you’ll stay dead. Plagg, I’ve got something for you to destroy.”

Jason wiped the blood from his nose and took a deep breath to steady himself. After everything he’d been through, he wasn’t going to let the pit rage take over now. Not when he’d worked so hard to get back to her. “Look I know this is crazy. I need to talk to Marinette, to explain stuff then you can do whatever to me. I just need to see her.”

“Jason?” Marinette’s soft voice floated down the hall.

Jason’s eyes found hers and when he saw the sorrow in them and the way her lip trembled, he pushed past Adrien. He had to hold her, tell her how sorry he was. That none of it mattered in the end, only her.

Before he reached her, Adrien tackled him from behind and the two fell to the floor. “You don’t get to walk back into her life for the third time and stuff it up again.”

“STOP!” Marinette yelled clutching the blanket around her.

Both men froze at the sound of her voice. Adrien pushed Jason’s face into the ground as he got up, ignoring the fact the Jason hadn’t tried to fight back.

“Mari, I’m sorry. I’ll get him out of here.” Adrien reached for her, but she took a step back.

“It’s okay Adrien. Can you please give us a minute.” Marinette asked softly. Even her voice sounded exhausted.

“If you’re sure. I’ll be in my room.” Adrien staired at Jason. “Just know while you played dead, I was here for her. You don’t deserve them.” With that he went to his room and shut the door.

Jason frowned as he watched Adrien leave. He turned back to Marinette. It broke his heart to see her looking so sad. He wanted to wrap his arms around her and tell her he promised to never leave her again but something about the way she was looking at him held him back.

“Can we sit?” Jason asked taking a cautious step towards her.

Marinette nodded and headed back to the couch. She sat at one end holding her blanket around her like it could protect her. Jason sat next to her leaving enough space so she didn’t feel crowded.

“I should be happy you’re alive but then I don’t know if I’ll survive losing you again Jason.” Marinette let the truth flow out of her. At this point she didn’t know is she could stop it, she was to exhausted. She ran her eyes over him, taking in how healthy he looked while she was now the broken one.

“Marinette. I’m not going anywhere this time. Please let me explain.” Jason pleaded.

“If you didn’t die. Where were you? Every time you go you take a part of me with you. This time though…” Her voice trailed off as she turned her head to wipe away a rouge tear.

“You’re right I didn’t die but I had to leave. I couldn’t continue to destroy every relationship I every had. Including ours. I needed to get my shit together so I could be the man you deserve Marinette.”

“I would have understood that but why leave us all to think you were dead. Jason, I’ve mourned you for the second time when I didn’t even think I’d be able to do it once. For six whole months I thought I was alone in this.” Her voice broke and the tears flowed freely now.

“Shit. Marinette. Pixie.” He got down on his knees and wrapped his arms around her middle. “I promise I will do anything it takes to make this work. I love you yesterday, today and forever. Not even…”

“Jason Peter Todd don’t you dare even say that word.” Marinette hissed.

Jason was about to lift his head to look into the blue eyes that held his heart when something knocked against his cheek. It was then that he realised he was having a much harder time than usual getting his arms around Marinette’s normally tiny waist.

He lifted his head to find Marinette biting her lip. One of her nervous traits. She closed her eyes and shook her head as the tears started up again. Jason gently held her face in his hands. He wanted to be patient but the thought of already losing her before they even had a chance was eating at his insides.

“Yesterday, today and forever baby, no matter what okay.”

She opened her eyes and nodded then opened the blanket to reveal her swollen belly. Jason swallowed the lump in his throat and sat back on his heals.

“Wow. Not what I was expecting. Is Adrien the…”

“Jason.”

“It’s. Sorry. I should just…”

“Jason stop. She’s yours.”

“You don’t have too… Wait what?” Jason froze halfway between sitting and standing. He looked into Marinette’s blue eyes looking for any hint that he’d miss heard. Instead, he found a small smile on her pretty lips.

“You can’t fuck someone as well as you did and expect the birth control to hold up.” Marinette teased through the tears that refused to stop. Hormones were a bitch. The reality of it was after Marinette found out Jason was dead, she’d spent the following days throwing up everything that she tried to eat. The pill included. Of cause in her grief, she hadn’t thought much about it until the morning sickness kicked in weeks later.

Jason fell back to his knees and gently touched her belly. Something almost alien like poked his hand back. “She’s mine?” Jason asked with tears in his eyes.

“It’s only ever been you, Jason. We have a lot to work through, but we need you and I love you. Yesterday, today and forever.” She slid of the couch into his arms. “I won’t even let death take you from me.”

Jason smiled through the tears as he captured her lips with his. The kiss tasted salty and was laced with hope for the future. It was a promise without words that he’d never leave his girls again. Not even if Death himself came to collect him.

“I love you both, yesterday, today and forever.” Jason whispered as he kissed her nose.

“Forever.”

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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.

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Phoenix Villains Snippets.

| {MGI Civil War 3 Event} |

| {Play With Fire} |

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Marinette watched as the fire danced between her fingers and around her hand as if playing with her. It seemed so harmless like this, so different to roaring inferno burning the village around her to the ground.

This is what they deserved for hanging her parents under the accusation that they had set their own bakery alight. As if they would ever so recklessly endanger their sole livelihoods like that? It was sickening.

Her eyes, usually such a clear, crystal blue, gleamed gold in the lights of the flames. Why shouldn't she burn this place to the ground, and rejoice in the ashes? They'd taken everything from her. Her parents, her livelihood, her future...

Why shouldn't she take away theirs? There were no innocents in this. No one had said anything as the guards held her back, as she screamed and sobbed as two kind, gentle people gasped and choked for air.

It hadn't been a beheading. It hadn't been quick. Marinette wondered who pulled the strings to make it that way.

She'd burn them. The scent of charred skin was already becoming familiar enough.

Ashes choked the air. Good. They deserved to know how her parents had felt, desperate for air yet unable to breathe.

The crackling of bodies and buildings burning was loud, but not loud enough to disguise the crunch of soft footsteps against death baked soil, followed by the near silent swish of a cape.

“You're here to stop me.” She muttered hollowly, gaze not wandering from her flickering flames.

“What makes you think that?” An unfamiliar accent responded. “Maybe I'm here to join you.”

She snorted. “You're a Bat. Are you not? Bats stop that which they believe to be injustices.”

He chuckled. Against her will, she turned to look at him.

Poison-green eyes gleamed in the roaring fire's light. ... Perhaps this one was on her side. Still.

Best to make sure.

A man stumbled out of the wreckage, eyes wild, nearly out of his mind from pain.

"Please," he said, "Please save me. I can't -- I'm not -- I'm a good man, I promise, please --"

Marinette tilted her head at him. "Save you, hm?"

The Bat brushed ashes off his shoulder and nodded his head at her, as if to say, 'Go on.'

"Who saved my family?" she asked the man, and saw no recognition in his eyes. "Who saved Tom and Sabine Dupain-Cheng?"

"Make it stop!" the man pleaded again. Marinette tsked and threaded a soothing hand through his hair.

He sobbed, going lax under her hand.

She tightened her grip and yanked his head up. "Wrong answer."

The scent of burnt hair and charred, cooking flesh filled the air.

"Efficient," the Bat said, as she tossed the body to the ground. "Screaming was a little inconvenient, though."

Marinette gestured at the carnage around her. "Convenience wasn't exactly my goal, here."

He snorted. "Sure, it's not now. But later? It will be."

Sending a glance at him through the corner of one eye, she caused the fire to ripple and writhe around her hand and to rise from the ground, licking at the air around her boots. Casting her in a brilliantly searing glow.

She hummed, closing her eyes for a brief moment as she breathed in the scent of smoke. “And, what do you exactly propose that later will require my goal to change to one of convenience?”

The Bat sauntered closer. “Awww, c'mon. Don't tell me this is your one and only grand plan? To burn one little village to the ground and then what? Let yourself get captured by a Bat?”

“You sound so certain that I wouldn't fight back.” She pointed out. “And yet you saw what I just did to the waste of life.”

“You didn't immediately try to attack me.” The Bat countered.

Marinette hummed.

“I could help you, if you were to so wish it.” The Bat offered, a teasing lilt to his tone, eyes glimmering not unlike hers as he watched the flames swirling around her.

“I have other targets.” She admitted. “Not everyone responsible was here tonight.”

“Then,” The Bat started, moving even closer, unphased by the risk of burning, “let's enjoy tonight, the other Bats, Ladybug and Batgirl specifically, won't arrive til overmorrow at the earliest. Afterwards, we can begin making moves towards our next targets.”

She nodded, lips uncurling into a feral grin. “That sounds a wonderful plan.”

The Bat bowed. “The name's Jason.”

“Marinette but I think Phoenix is a little more fitting for the both of us now, don't you think.” She answered.

“Oh, I agree.” He reached one gloved hand out towards her. “To the start of a beautiful alliance.”

“To the start indeed.” Marinette clasped his hand, flames dancing and playing harmless around them both.

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"What," Steph said, "The fuck."

She was staring at a heart burned into the ground. A perfectly-shaped, coal-black heart. That was somehow gouged into the cobblestone road.

Cass hummed. "Not natural, Ladybug" she said.

Steph spluttered. "Not -- not -- NO DUH! Batgirl! What -- "Cass's giggle cut her off. Steph pouted.

"Unfair," she mumbled, "You're so mean to me."

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Are we still Heroes Jasonette July 31: Alive

Masterlist | AO3 Marinette is alone and hurting, her partner is gone, and now the Kwami have taken her all the way across the ocean to Gotham City, where she crashes into the back of the infamous Red Hood, the 19-year-old once vigilante now crime lord. First | Prev

Hood stayed with her all night. At first, he’d just been keeping watch, not able to bring himself to sleep. Then Lady Chance had woken up screaming.

He had rushed over to her, only for her to push him away and start crying. He’d sworn and berated himself. Of course she didn’t want him close to her! Who would? He was The Red Hood, not really someone you want to comfort you after a nightmare.

He didn’t really know how to react when she said it wasn’t him she was afraid of, but her whispered explanation made it make all too much sense.

He knew what it was like to be afraid of himself over anyone else. The Red Hood wasn’t afraid of anyone. He had died and crawled out of his own grave. He’d gotten dumped into the Lazarus Pit, and survived the worst training the League of Assassins had to offer. After that, there wasn’t anything that the world could offer that could make The Red Hood afraid.

Jason Todd, on the other hand, might be afraid of the Joker, of dying again, or, even worse, being resurrected again. He might even maybe, just maybe, be afraid of losing his only friend, Marinette. But he would never admit any of those, even to himself. But he might just admit that he was afraid of himself, though still not out loud. The Jason Todd that came out of the Pit was a dangerous killer. Uncontrolled and lashing out, he was just as likely to hurt his allies as he was his enemies. And that scared him. The idea of not being in control of himself scared him.

So when Marinette whispered that she didn’t want to hurt him he understood, he understood all too well. If he’d still had anyone to care about when he came out of the pit he might have been the same.

He reaches out slowly, cautiously placing his hand on her knee, making sure to look for any sign that he wasn’t welcome. “Do you want to talk about it?” he asked. He wasn’t good at people. He used to be, back before the Pits and Red Hood, but not anymore. But he wanted to help her, wanted to help this girl who had become his only friend, who accepted who he was without hating him. So he was trying, asking if she wanted to talk, and, when she cut herself off from asking him for something, he asked her to tell him how he could help.

“Can I hug you?” She had said it quickly, and almost immediately backtracked trying to pretend it didn’t matter. He’d heard it through, and he didn’t hesitate to pull her into his arms.

She clung to him, her body relaxing while her arms held him tight. He held her for what felt like an hour as slowly she became more and more relaxed before, eventually, her breathing evened out and she fell asleep again. Unwilling to wake her by getting up, he settled onto the mattress, his back leaning against the wall with Marinette on his lap. He pulled a blanket over them and let his eyes close, finally resting.

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He woke up to the sound of his phone quietly buzzing across the room. He looked over to see Marinette sleeping on his shoulder. He cautiously extracted himself, doing his best not to disturb her. He breathed a sigh of relief when she simply rolled over and continued to snore quietly. Walking quietly over to his phone he dismisses the call to get it to stop ringing. He quickly goes through his messages. There’s several, all about how Black Mask’s men have been seen walking through Crime Alley.

He looks back at where Marinette is sleeping behind him. For just a minute he wishes he didn’t have to leave, could just be Jason and sleep, but he’s the Red Hood, and the Alley needs him. So he grabs his helmet, shrugs on his jacket, and writes a note that he leaves on the fridge before swinging out into the night.

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He’s heading to the safe house to check on Marinette when he finds Lady Chance on a roof instead. He lands on the roof behind her. The issue with Black Mask had taken longer than he had expected, so while the sun had just been rising when he had left it was now beginning to set over the Gotham skyline. The smog of the city cleared just enough to see the beautiful reds and oranges spreading across the sky.

He sat beside her on the roof. Their legs dangled over the edge, hanging above the street below. They sat in silence for a while, before he pulled his helmet off his head and spoke.

“I’m sorry.”

She looked over at him, surprised. “Why?”

“You didn’t want to kill him, and if I hadn’t messed up you wouldn’t have had to. The only reason you were there was because you saved me. So I'm sorry.”

She just looks at him for a moment, her face unreadable.

“Did you know I used to have a partner?” He’s surprised by her sudden change of topic but shakes his head. “His name was Chat Noir, and, as a civilian, his name was Adrien Agreste. I knew him on both sides of the mask, though neither of us knew that we were the other’s superhero partner. That changed the day that Chat came to me crying because he’d found out that the man we were fighting was his father.

“He was my best friend, and I couldn’t save him. He died when we went to confront his father. And I couldn't save him.” She does nothing to stop the tears as they fall from her eyes, letting them fall to the ground far below.

She turns to face him again. “You’re right, I didn’t want to kill the Joker. I didn’t want to kill anyone. But I’m not sorry I saved you. I could never be sorry for saving my friend.” She leans over and presses a slow kiss to his cheek. “You’re alive, and that’s the most important thing.” With that she lets herself fall off the edge, her yoyo catching her as she swings away, leaving a stunned Red Hood on the roof behind her.

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And that’s a wrap on this story! Thank you to everyone who read this and especially everyone who left comments. I loved all of them! Sorry that this last chapter took a little longer for me to finish. I’ve flown out to see the rest of my family and between packing and jetlag this slipped down the priority list.

Will I be writing the sequel where Alya tracks Marinette down and Jason becomes her emotional support while she reconnects with her old friend and she becomes his as he starts to reconnect with his family while they both dance around the fact that she kissed him and try to ignore their growing crushes in order to maintain their friendship?

Probably not. Not anytime soon at least. I've got some IRL stuff coming up that will probably mean I’ll be going on hiatus for a while. But if someone else wants to take it into their own hands then feel free!

Hope you enjoyed reading this fic!

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maribatz-2k · 1 year

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Point De Rendez-vous

Summery:

"Welcome to Point De Rendez-vous! We got drinks from basic to exotic, casual comfort food, and killer music! Dance 'til your hearts content. Drink 'til your merry, just don't drive. We got the girls. We got the guys. When you need us you'll find us." Or so the Internet sensation said. Problem is, it's a hard place to find when you don't know exactly what you're looking for. This is not like Andre's ice cream where there is clues. This is a physical place that not many people know about. And those who do, won't tell you right off the bat.

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Marinette had been home with her family for a get together since they haven't seen each other after she went to college. She went for the business degree, but decide to do a minor course as well. What that is, is a secret. After checking the clock, spotting the time was 2100 (9pm), Marinette gave her parents a kiss goodbye, and headed out. She took her motorcycle 20 minutes from the Eiffel Tower, outside of Paris to a building that is "in remediation". She parks her bike between the building and Maison Art Culture sewing shop, then walks in through a white metal door claiming to be "electric units only" and head downstairs to some....

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"Ballet music?" Marinette asked walking into the large room.

"It's your fault. You had to show Chloe the step up movies." Luka said as he played with the sound board. Sure enough, Chloe was on the floor with Nino and Alya trying to dance the moves from the first movie. The LED floor tiles lit up with every movement of vibrant colors.

"Please, I was bound to see them eventually!" Chloe shouts. Marinette shook her head laughing at her friends then walked to her station. The bar was surrounded by glass and steel in a half circle with only two entrances to get in. connecting one entrance to a long aisle leading into the kitchen. She places her bag under the steel bar and began preparing her space.

Chloe continued to dance with Alya, Nino gave up and began to do his preparations at the DJ booth with Luka. It stands about five feet off the ground, Luka selecting multiple soundtracks for the first two hours, while Nino messed with the lights. Marinette returned with the last two buckets of ice filling up four ice chests then leaned against the bar watching the place come to life. Black stone walls with paint and graffiti splattered across one wall - curtsy of Alix - glow from the bouncing techno colors. Thankfully the lights don't flash quickly, but more like sirens off a traffic cop being annoying. Once the girls settled down and came to sit at the bar for some water, it was time to open the doors and respect customers to come in.

"Has anyone seen Alix?" Chloe asked leaning back to see through the moving bodies.

"Not since this morning." Alya says pouring and serving the drinks. Mari served some food to the bar of the aisle, before walking over to help Alya. "Did you try calling her?"

"Of course! I called her three times." Chloe huffed. "I know she's not traveling again. Her voicemail is back to normal."

"Which one this time?" Alya asked, almost dropping her just prepared cocktail.

"Yo it's Alix, you know what to do." Marinette and Chloe said together. Causing a laugh from Luka.

"Maybe she is just busy and running late. Give her a few more minutes." Luka says leaning down and giving his girlfriend a kiss.

"But I need my dance partner." She whines just before their lips meet.

A near the Effiel Tower stood Alix, checking her pocket watch. She was wearing her bright blue trench coat with a couple white sashes making an upside down V from the middle of it's back to the bottom corners of the front. Her red hair held as a ponytail from her cap. As if on cue a fight broke out near the fountain. A tall 6'0" man was taking a beating from a group of others. Clearly he was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Or right time, Alix would say. Getting closer, she can tell he was either holding back and wanting them to kill him, or he was really weak. She hoped for the option one and whistled at the group.

"I'd suggest you leave him be, or you'll have to deal with blood on my hands." Alix let out. She has a reputation in Paris now as a vigilante. Or well, her persona anyways. Weird right? Bet you're wondering what happened to our heros? Well, you'll find out later. The men stopped to stare at Alix, with one glance they ran back inside their territory except for one who decided then was the time to swing a quick kick into the man's side and then run. He let out a harsh hiss, forcing himself to roll over to attempt sitting up.

"Thank kwami, you were holding back. Why?" Alix said leaning over the man examining him. He gave her a glare with a sour scowl.

"What makes you think i'd just take it laying down?" The man spoke. Alix raised a brow over her bright blue grease smudge that covered most of her eyes.

"Sure." Unconvinced, she held out her hand to the man offering to help him up. Reluctantly, he takes it and gets lifted as if he weighed nothing. He stood there shocked for a few then shook his head. "Yup, you will do."

"Excuse me? I'm not a hooker in the red light district." He snapped out. Alix snorts as she laughs holding her stomach at the ridiculous notion. "What?" He looked at her confused.

"Follow me." She demanded not even giving him a chance to refuse as she walked away laughing. She didn't bother to check if the man was following her, she knew he was no matter how quiet his steps could be. She lead him towards the Seine onto a small motor boat. Once he sat down, she turned it on and kicked it, sending them south of the river towards Bois de Vincennes. She moved straight from Seine to the Marne, stopping just near a patch of trees on the left side of the river. Alix climbs out and ties it down against it's hiding space waiting for her wounded man to exit the boat. It was a sight to see for Alix. The man was wobbling as if he hadn't been on on the water before.

"Come, we're almost there." She says passing through an alley onto the street of Chem de Halage to Passerelle de I'Abreuvior to cross over the highway, then turn East onto D14.

"And where is it you are taking me?" The man said in a gruff accent. They reached a building marked "Liberté Egalite Fraternite" looking as if it was in renovation. Alix walked toward the side, finding a few motorcycles leaning against the vine covered building, and a white panelled door.

"You'll see. Come on." She opened the door walk straight in and appear to be going down some steps. He gave a few blinks and before following. Great...I'm going to be killed before my family finds me. The man thought to himself as he followed the strange woman down. Once near the bottom the sound of loud music blast through another door, painted black and barely able to see it. Alix stops in front of a tan broad man with a spikey brown mohawk. "He's here for a job. Let us in." She demanded. Mohawk looks at the 6'0" man with a death glare, debating on whether he should really let him in. Alix gives the man a punch in the left bicep causing him to flinch and rub the small area giving her an innocent smirk. He opens the door engulfing the entire walk way in colored lights and loud music.

"Well about time!!" A wavey blonde hair with dyed blue highlights fading out speed walks right up the red headed woman. "You're late Fluff." The blue woman gives the smaller woman a hug before laughing her response.

"I brought us a new bouncer or whatever our Tikki can come up with." Fluff, the man now learned said, pointing her thumb back to him. The blonde now leaning around the taller woman looked at him. With the lights stopping just long enough to see her face, he could see there was a black grease paint over her eyes as well, making her blue eyes pop.

"Oh great. Another stray." The shorter woman huffed then grabs their wrists maneuvering them carefully through the sea of bodies towards the bar. The music began to die down to something more sombre as he lights settled to white and blue colors strobing along the solid black walls. The man confused by refusing to show any form of expression other than annoyed allowed himself to be dragged to a seat.

"Sit. Stay. Good boy. TIKKS!" The Blonde demanded. This grated the man's nerves. He was not a dog. Nor would be tolerate being treated as one. He was about to stand up and say something to the small woman when someone else steps forward behind the bar. This woman was maybe no taller than. 5'2" - 5'3" raven blue hair that was braided into a lower back length. The man froze in place forgetting about what he was upset about as he stares at her bright ocean blue eyes glowing with the lights of the room. She also wore a red grease paint across her eyes but letting her black lashes appear longer.

"Hello there, Fluff says you're here to work." Her voice was soft and cherry. Despite it being loud around him, he was able to hear her clearly. He gave her a nod unable to trust his own voice for a mere second. "Oh good. We needed some extra hands around here. Names Tiki." She held out her hand to him.

"Uh...Ja...Red." He almost gave his name but with luck he hopes she heard the name correctly. Taking her small hand in his, they shook.

"Welcome to Point de Rendez-vous Red."

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duskyashe · 2 years

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AH IT'S HERE! My first post in Jasonette July, following the first prompt, "Aim"! I haven't done much digital art in a while, so this was a fun challenge! Even more so considering most of these were done while in the car, on my phone, with my finger! (Only Marinette was not done mostly in the car, but that's only because I started her yesterday morning and worked on her during whatever down time I had while packing for a road trip cross country, which I'm currently on!) Thanks to @maribat-calendar-events for the great prompt to kick off Jasonette July 2022!!! Hopefully I'll be able to continue participating throughout the month while I'm busy moving!

#jasonette july #Jasonette July 2022 #i drew this instead of sleeping #jason todd #jason x marinette #if you squint #they could just be siblings #miraculous au #miraculous x dc #road trip drawing is best #how do tags even work #batfam #fanart #i had a good time #it was a prompt #dusky draws

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

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You wish

MGI Bracket War: ROUND TWO

Prompt: “I wanted it to be you”

Do you guys like my line breaker? I made it! ☺️

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Once upon a time, there was MAGIC

It once flowed through the land like the wind, grew like the grass underfoot and traversed multiple mountain ranges.

Before it became barren, this land was lush and full of life. And here lived a multitude of magical creatures that lived in harmony with humans.

This ancient land was called Mirac.

Then the Empire attacked

Fire and bombs destroyed the earth, trees were cut down to build Noble castles, and the magical creatures were enslaved.

Thus birthed the Empire’s most powerful weapon; the Genie.

Born of a Dinji and Fairy, Genies were able to be commanded and their powers harnessed against their will.

Wishes.

They granted wishes, three of them.

And so Genies became the most powerful beings in existence, dressed in golden shackles, they were mocked by their kin for being traitors and by humans for being pets.

Soon enough, magic disappeared; taking the magical creatures with it. All that was left were the Genies, trapped in their lamps and necklace chains.

But after a civil war that separated the country into states, the Genies were lost as well.

Whether the magic reclaimed them or they were buried alive in their gilded prisons, we’ll probably never know. . .

Black hooves thundered against the golden earth, sand flying in clouds behind them. They say that the desert sand is poor man’s gold. They say that the ancient magic seeped into the infertile soil and could be seen in the violent thrashing waves of desert storms. Who were they? Probably some lunatic on wild cave mushrooms who looks to the sky for answers. He’d never know the answer and stopped looking for it years ago.

But somehow he’d ended up looking for another question that most likely won’t have an answer.

They stopped in front of an oasis; its water was bluer than the blazing sky. He jumped down from the leather saddle and patted the brown horse’s behind. Taking off his red headscarf he crouched down by the water’s edge, scooping water onto the back of his neck and face. He sighed, his head tilted up to the sky, droplets of sweat and water littered his forehead; a palm leaf’s shadow covered his eyes from the blistering sun. Staying in his crouched position he grabbed a pot out of his saddle bag and filled the pot with the lake water whilst Ace, his horse drank.

Jason knew better than to drink water from a stationary source, it had been drilled into him from a young age. The water bubbled away as he sat scowering his map and compass. The treasure he sought should be nearby, if it was real in the first place.

After their short rest, they continued their journey; the midday sun raged over their heads. It was nearing sunset when they reached their destination.

The massive expanse of sand retreated, leaving only patches in the stone and hardened clay ground. Splintering leafless trees were a monotone grey, a welcome break from the burnt oranges and sandy beiges. Their branches broken, along with their spines from a previous quake or storm. Ace’s hooves clacked on the stone, loose rocks skidded, some even falling down the drought cracks.

The tree’s corpses were uprooted by the land’s divide. The canyon was small in length but still split the entire valley in two. One could theorise that the lack of sand on this platoon could be due to the canyon being a drain of sorts. Maybe if one were to jump, they’d land softly below. Jason could see one man who thought this, his rotting body was speared by three stone stalagmites; but bugs and birds would have feasted on him long before he died.

Tying Ace to the sturdiest stump in the tree graveyard, he tied his excess rope around his middle with a bowline and began his descent; he wanted to be out before darkness descended upon them. Ace neighed his disapproval but his owner continued into the crack’s depths.

Jagged roots that had split stone in search for water scratched at him, pulling at his clothes like beggars pleading for sustenance. His palms were wrapped in rags but his fingers remained free and articulate enough to have a sturdy grasp on the sheer cliff-face. He managed to lower himself enough to reach a small shelf in the sediment layers.

He shuffled along, the shadow of the unexposed canyon fell upon him. Surely this was a fools quest. Jason knew that, but some crazy old bat had beat it into him to “Always complete the mission, unless you’re dead or dying.”

There was a crevasse where the two sides joined, could it even be considered a cave? Jason scoffed, ‘someone needs to check their prescription.’

He pressed his back against the other rock wall and hooked his right leg in the hole. Swinging his head through the crevasse; if he thought it was dark before, it was even darker now.

He felt around his pant pocket for his sun stones. They wrangled in sizes from a fingernail to the palm of a hand. The stone glowed warmly, it showed that this crevasse was a cave, bigger than what the naked eye could see from outside.

He saw no markings, no cave drawings, no pedestals, no treasure; nothing that made it seem that an ancient secret was stored here. He sighed and jumped down from his ledge, ‘just complete the mission’ he repeated in his head. He walked to the end of the cavern, clearing every nook and cranny.

Nothing, nada, zilch.

He spun around on the heel of his boot, whistling. He was so gonna rub this in Damian’s face.

But a red glint caught his eye. Curses reverberated around the room. Damn Damian was going to be so smug.

The glint came from a fallen boulder that was directly under the ledge he sat upon before. He looked between the gap, yup, it looked lamp shape. He pulled the small boulder towards him and it rolled a fraction before he resorted to wiggling it until he could fit his arm through and grasp the metal.

When he pulled it out he was shocked. It was completely unscathed; well except for a few scratches. His gaze turned to the rock, he felt along the side that should’ve crushed the lamp. The lamp had left an imprint in the stone.

His fingers trailed down the smooth body of the lamp. It was made of a red metal, maybe some sort of copper alloy? It had some black smudges or were there scratches? His thumb rubbed along that to see if he could rid this artifact of this imperfection.

Light erupted from the lamp and floated out of his hand. The cavern was filled with a rose gold glow. He covered his eyes with one arm and went for his sword with the other. A tendril of pink light knocked the blade from his hand and pushed him back. The breath was knocked out of him and he had no energy to move. He could only sit, slouched against the wall, watching the light grow bigger.

A black silhouette appeared in the middle of the light. Arms stretched up high, he heard joints popping. When the light dissipated it revealed a lady, or maybe she was an adolescent? Her face was youthful and eyes were a vibrant blue. She wore a red halter top with white translucent off the shoulder butterfly sleeves.

His vision swam and he felt something touch his shoulder. “Hey, are you ok?” Her voice is muffled in his ears. He could barely make out her face through his blurry vision before he blacked out.

He couldn’t tell what time it was. His sun stone was on the floor next to him, dimmer than before but still lit up the room. His head felt light and his body warm, not things he usually felt when camping out in the desert. He looked down to find himself wrapped in a cotton blanket and there was a silk pillow behind his head. Both were embroidered with flowers and bugs.

“Are you awake?”

He went for his sword, not there. He went for his knife, not there. He glared at the person in front of him, who had dropped a linen bag full of his weapons on the floor.

“I’m not going to hurt you.” She crouched down in front of him, showing him her bare palms. “But holy kwami, how many knives does one deed?”

His eyes narrowed, glaring at her. “Who are you,” he gruffly questioned.

“I am your genie, Master.” She smiled at him but he saw it was forced.

“Why are you calling me Master?” That word felt rotten and vile, it made him want to vomit.

She tilted her head in confusion, her smile melting off her face. Her lips parted as she tried to form a coherent explanation. “You rubbed the lamp right?” Jason nodded, “I am the genie of that lamp, and you are my Master.” Her last word was strained, her voice cracking.

“Cut the Master crap.” She looked taken aback, her blue eyes stared widely at him. He flicked his chin up at her, “What’s your name.”

“Marinette.”

They sat in silence, both observing each other.

“You’re different from what I expected.”

“It’s a mix o’ disbelief and annoyance.” He ran a hand down his face. Damian was gonna be so goddamn smug.

“May I ask your name and why you’re here?”

“Jason. I’m the Commander of Nanda Parbat's Army. My mission was to follow up on the rumours of an ancient genie and investigate if it was real.”

“Well!” Marinette hollowly chuckled, “You found me. Did the rumours tell you of the rules?” He raised his eyebrow but said nothing. “The first thing you need to know is my magic is able to create and I can’t directly destroy things. One, I will not revive the dead, it's a horrible thing to witness. Two, love spells are a no, I cannot control humans. And three, never wish to become a genie.”

He whistled in response to which she gave him a quizzical look, her hair falling on her face. He stood up and reached a hand out to her to help her up, she flinched before accepting. He peaked out of the cave entrance and it was daybreak, “Let’s get out of here.”

“Oh wait!” She hurriedly picked up her lamp and hooked it on the waistband of her loose black and red pants. She grasped his hand and he pulled her up to the ledge.

Curiosity got the better of him. “What’s that made o’ anyways?” Nodding at the lamp. Each side had three black smudged dots.

She looked down at the lamp and tilted it up. In the sun he could see not only it wasn’t anywhere near the orangey bronze colour of copper, it was a glittering garnet red that looked to swirl in the light.

“It’s made of Miraculium,” she coughed, clearing her throat. “It has magical properties.”

He pulled her close to him, his dark eyes looking down at her. “Yea’ I noticed that afta the lamp dented the boulder.” He says with a hint of disbelief.

He loosened the rope around his waist and guided her to hold onto his back, he fastened a harness around both of them. “Jump up on my back.” Marinette hooked her arms around his neck, which was a feat in itself since he was over a head taller than her. She swung her legs around his middle, anchoring her legs so he could move without holding her.

She leaned over his shoulder and looked at him, “You know. . .” Her words trailed off, “I could teleport us out of here.”

He began shuffling them along the canyon’s shelf, “Can you do that without me usin’ a wish?”

“Um no?”

“Then forget it.”

Soon enough they were back riding across the desert with the blazing sun hovering above them. He further explained his role within the Viceroy’s Palace and the importance that her true identity is kept hidden.

“It seems like you humans haven’t changed much.”

Although he said no words, Jason wholeheartedly agreed.

Whispers erupted as they rode through the street.

“Who is that with Commander Todd?”

“Ooo maybe he arrested someone.”

“I’d like him to arrest me!”

“Nima! Shush! He’ll hear you! He hears everything! That’s how he became such a great Commander.”

Mari leaned closer to the man in front of her, “Are you hearing this?” She whispered, rolling her eyes. She was glad that he had acquired a hooded coat for her, she could only imagine the bachelor Commander returning with a mysterious woman on his horse.

Well as fate would have it when they reached the palace, Jason jumped off the horse first and held her waist to help her down. Annnnnnd that’s when her hood fell down.

Onlookers watched as the Commander’s passenger was revealed. Dark blue hair spilled out of the coat, she smiled nervously at the man below her before he helped her feet to settle on the ground. Her pale face smiled up at him and everyone in the surrounding area held their breath.

Jason Todd, known as the youngest ever Commander of Nanda Parbat. He was also known as a ticking time-bomb. With his explosive temper no one knew what would set him off next. Last time it was a street woman smiling up at him whilst grabbing at his arm.

Seeing everyones’ eyes on them, Marinette hooked her arms through Jason’s and pressed her body against him. He looked at her quizzically. Standing on her tiptoes he whispered in his ear, “You wanted me to hide my identity right? So play along~”

They walked down the paved pathway, palm trees and people lined up in rows to watch them. They winded through the many hallways, no tapestries and paintings decorated the walls. They reached a room that looked fancier than the others. Jason pushed open the door and escorted her in.

“My room.” He rumbled, his voice sounding tired after a long day of travelling and adventuring.

His room was minimalistic but not as bare as the halls. Shelves with trinkets, walls hung with red and grey tapestries decorated the room. It had a pair of giant windows with a balcony that overlooked the garden and a dark wood desk, piled with paper in the corner. His large bed had a mahogany bookshelf embedded into the wall next to it.

She released his arm and walked towards the books and ran her hand along some of the spines. She smiled, “You like to read?” She asked rhetorically, not bothering to turn around. His collection was from multiple countries, empires and languages; Greek, Roman, English and more.

“They’re good for burnin’.” Marinette scoffed at his reply, turning to face him with her arms crossed and pouting. She had never acted like this around one of her masters. Maybe it had been so long she had forgotten her discipline? Screw it she’d enjoy this until she got punished, he hasn’t reprimanded her once, she was living the dream.

“I’ve gotta go report back to Their Majesties about my mission, I’ll be back soon.” He looked back at her before the door closed, “Stay put. I’ll send a maid to run you a bath and give you something else to wear.”

An auburn haired maid came minutes after and introduced herself as Lian. She guided Marinette into Jason’s private bathroom where a steaming tub sat in wait. Lian then excused herself while Mari undressed before reappearing to wash the Genie’s hair.

“I’ve never had someone wash my hair before.” Marinette mumbled to the quiet room, the only noise was water droplets falling from her soaked hair.

“Not even your mother?” Lian questioned and that brought a smile to Marinette’s face. Imagining her Dinji mother, who was the form of a red beetle the size of a baby hippo, trying to wash her hair.

“No,” She chuckled. “My mother was never able to.”

“Apologies!” The young maid bowed her head, cheeks flushing from embarrassment.

“No need, Ms Lian.”

The girl’s black eyes widened as she stuttered, “No need to address me formally Madam Marinette! I am just a maid.”

The bluenette spun around, leaning her forearms on the tub’s side. She looked up at Lian with dazzling blue eyes, “Even maids deserve respect and simple pleasures.”

“Patrol of the Western border was clean. No recent riots in towns and the epidemic seems to be under control.”

“Good work Todd.” Prince Damian smirked down at him. He sat on his gilded throne, the Viceroy’s throne that was next to his, sat empty. The fifteen year old prince had been given reign over revising the courtesan's reports. “Did you find it, Todd?”

“No,” he paused. Why had he lied, there was no one else with them. He cleared his throat before turning to leave, he looked back at the prince who was now frowning. Jason grinned, Demonspawn couldn’t be smug if he didn’t know. “I found something better.”

He returned to his room to find Marinette already fast asleep. . . But she was on the floor, curled into a fetal position to keep warm against the cold desert night. He had lived here for years and still got whiplash from the weather’s moodiness, he couldn’t imagine what it’s like for someone who had been here for less than a day.

His muscles screamed for reprieve, he was on the verge of collapse. He ignored his body and reached down to pick up the small genie.

She was too light. Made of paper bones and porcelain skin; fragile but he knew she could be deadly if held wrong, or if she was held in the wrong hands.

He tucked her into bed. What was he going to do with her? He’s harbouring a Magical Creature. He could use her for her wishes then hand her over to the Demon Prince, but then Damian would know that he lied. He could easily beat up that kid but what would happen to the civilians of Nanda Parbat? They wouldn’t survive uninjured from Damian’s fury.

He grabbed another pillow from his bed along with the doona and made himself comfortable on the floor. He looked up at the bed, yes, she can stay for the night.

A few months later. . .

“Bringin’ yer woman to battle, Jay? ‘re ya that needy for a lay?” The ginger haired guard cackled with a few other guys. They rode on their horses off to the right and have been quiet up until now.

“She is needed on the frontier, Roy.” Marinette felt Jason’s voice reverberate from his chest as she held onto him from behind.

“Yeah! By you!”

They reached the army camp by dusk and set up their battalion's tents. Jason finally returned to the camp he had lived in for the previous two years before he was called back to the capital to sooth civilian riots. Now he was back in the South with reinforcements, this war will turn in Nanda Parbat’s favour.

They looked over the map that had figurines of the enemy and allied soldier’s positions. There was a significant presence of enemy forces in a small mountain range, most likely looking to have a geographical advantage.

They discussed between each other points Jason could bring up to the battalion leaders during tomorrow’s meeting. Their yawns kept interrupting them and they both silently agreed this could wait until tomorrow, or was it already today? They were too tired to care.

After more than a month of arguing who should take the bed, both stated the other should. Marinette would try to sleep on the floor but always awoke back in bed. Her argument that he should get the bed became even stronger when she discovered he was a potential heir to Nanda Parbat’s throne. Finally she convinced him that they could share the bed. They didn’t even consider having separate rooms as that would look suspicious for the couple who were ‘joined at the hip’.

When morning came they both were horrified by the state of the camp that they didn’t see due to the darkness of their arrival. Many soldiers were injured and didn’t go to treat them as the medic was already overrun by other soldiers with critical conditions.

Burns, bruises, cuts, stabs, fractures, infections, concussions, amputations. Soldiers writhing in agony in an alley of tents away from their Captains so that they didn’t have to be in the deadly silence of the medic tent. The single frazzled medic ran from bed to bed, only providing bandages and alcohol for pain and disinfectant.

Grass green eyes looked up and through their frizzy red hair. They shot up, stepping over bodies with a wide smile to greet her visitors. She stuck out her hand, “Dr. Pamela Lillian Isley.”

Jason shook her hand, looking around the room. “What’s happening here? It wasn’t like this when I left.”

“Oh,” Pamela looked around the room, her wide teeth bared smile was a constant. “The former doctor was neglecting his duties so I had to step up. I have applied multiple times for an assistant or a better care kit but so far I’ve gotten no response.” She said through gritted teeth. “I’m sorry, were you injured anywhere? As you can see I'm swamped.”

It became clear that the doctor thought this was some inspection or audit of her skills and the effort she put into her job. Marinette waved her hands in front of herself, “No, no. We’re ok, we were just checking in on all the support departments.” She grabs Jason’s arm, “We’ll make sure your requests are heard.”

She dragged Jason outside. “Marinette—” she spun around, he nodded towards his arm, she sputtered and let go. “I think I know my first wish.”

She looked up at him with big eyes, it had been months of her pestering him every few days about a wish. “Yes?” She leaned forward in wait for his words.

“I think it would be good to heal all the soldiers in the camp.”

Marinette’s eye twitched, ‘Be calm, be calm Mari. this is what genies have to put up with.’

“Maaaaybeeee instead of that,” she pressed her palms together. “You could wish for better medicinal practices in Nanda Parbat? And then you could—”

She slammed a hand over her mouth. She had gotten too comfortable, last time she made a suggestion to a Master, they didn’t take it well.

‘You’re just a beast’s daughter! What ideas could you give me?’ She shivered at the memory. She avoided his gaze and flinched at his touch. He moved her hand that was covering her mouth, he bent down and his greyish-blue eyes met hers.

“Continue.”

She breathed deeply and sighed. “If you wish for better medical practices it will help more people in the long run. Yes, if you heal all the soldiers, what are you going to do when they get hurt again? After medicinal practices have been improved we can hire new doctors to help Dr Isley. This is war, Commander, I think you know it’s better to take the longer but more safe route.”

He clicked his tongue. It reminded her of Prince Damian, they were more like brothers than they cared to admit to anyone.

“Good.” She shook herself out of her thoughts of brotherhood and raised her eyebrow.

“Wait—” She shook her head. “—Was that a test?”

For the first time since she met him, he gave her a wide smile showing his teeth. He laughed, “What do you think?”

She was dumbfounded.

“Marinette,” he whispered. “I wish for Nanda Parbat’s medicinal practices to improve.”

‘Genie! I wish for more crates filled with gold!’

She smiled, “As you wish.” Her eyes flashed a neon blue and a gust of wind exploded from her. It didn’t knock Jason over but he was startled by it, but as he looked around no one else seemed to be affected by it. His gaze turned back to the genie, the neon dimming from her eyes.

That was the first time he truly felt magic. It wasn’t like a desert storm that pounded the earth, it was a refreshing gust of wind.

Before he could poster the subject more, the girl in front of him collapsed. “Marinette!” The girl didn’t show any form of response to his cry. “Mari!”

When she awoke it was dark. The moonlight made the white tarp walls glow. It was a beautiful sight in the silence that was this night. Too warm. She pulled the tunic she wore over her head, panting. She must’ve become rusty from not using her magic for over a century.

“Marinette go!” Her father cried pulling at his chains, her mother clicked her agreement.

“No! I won’t leave you here! She pulled at their chains, her maman had less due to her being in beetle form but they still would budge. Chains made out of miraculium. Magic vs magic. They were betrayed by something created for them to harness for peace.

Her father grabbed her lamp in his hands. “Three dot’s Mari! Your mother says they mean life, you’ve got to live but not like this!” He shouted over the approaching soldiers' footsteps. He rubbed the lamp, her blue eyes that she inherited from him glowed as he became the new owner of her lamp. “I wish for you and the lamp to be hidden—“ the door to the pen was broken and she couldn’t hear the rest of his wish. “—I command you!”

She could not disobey a direct command. Her eyes glowed blue as her hands raised, she screams internally for the wish to stop. Tears rushed down her face as pink light surrounded her and the lamp. She chokingly sobbed out her goodbyes to her parents but was gone before she could hear their cries of their love for her.

She pulled the blankets up to her chest, she felt the cold on her bare back. Her parents had saved her from the cycle of masters they witnessed other genies go through. She can’t even go back for them now; she’s still bound to Jason and they’ve surely been reclaimed by the magic by now.

The tent flap moved and Jason appeared carrying a tray of food and water. He rushed to her side asking if she was ok. She shooed him away, stating that she was just a bit out of practice and would be fine next time. He helped her drink as her limbs still tingled with numbness.

He told her what she had missed in the days that she remained unconscious. The wish had taken immediate effect and they hired two more doctors to help Dr Isley; Dr. Harleen Quinzel and a nurse by the name of Dinah Lance.

She swallowed wrong at hearing this; she swiftly turned away from him and began coughing her lungs out. He patted her back and she soon settled down. He traced a finger down her spine and she shivered at his touch. He looked down at her bare skin; black, grey and silver lines shimmered on her back. He had heard of and seen many tribal tattoos but these looked similar to insect wings.

“My wings.” She broke the silence.

“Tell me about them.” She turned back around and shifted so he could join her on the mattress.

“Well. . .” She looked off to the side. “I am the result of a joke amongst our human captors. If there is a god they’ll have to beg for my forgiveness after what they’ve done. My father was the largest fairy and my mother, who was a dinji. She was a red beetle dinji, about the size of a giant tortoise.” She gestured the size with her weak arms. She turned back to look at her companion. “Please don’t ask the specifics of how I came to be from that union. Although they are my parents, I do not even want to think about it.”

He chuckled, the light fell on his face and she stared at him. When had he changed from the gruff guy from the cave with seventeen knives (yes she counted).

“All genies have some sort of imprint from their parents. Mine is the image of their wings.” She took a breath. “It gives me hope that one day I’ll be free.”

The next morning they were riding out again. Their reinforcement battalion were swapping with a battalion that’s been stationed on the frontier. Jason and their leader shook hands and discussed details. An arrow soared through the air and landed, embedded deep into the dirt road.

“Take cover!” Jason commanded and the soldiers fled into the trees. The south was still arid and sandy but had more tropical storms and oasis that eventually became a forest. Now the southern state of the empire wanted this land to become more prosperous.

A barrage of around landed right where they stood moments ago. Some arrows were flaming and caught the surrounding plants on fire. Both allied and enemy battalions charged. It was a slaughter with no clear winner. The enemy soldiers, who wore yellow were numerous while Nanda Parbet, who wore black, were more highly skilled.

“Fire!” Men on both sides shouted whether they meant shooting weapons or the growing blaze was unclear in this chaos. Marinette stayed out of the way and under a tree. Jason had given her a poisoned dagger to defend herself. And although she couldn’t use her magic on herself she wasn’t completely defenceless.

As the battle just got more out of hand it became clear that they were losing. “Jason,” Marinette cried as she joined in on the battle defending his flank. “What do you want to do?”

“Is it too soon to make another wish?” He blocked an oncoming sword and flicked the weapon out of the yellow guard’s hand. Jason raised his left arm and fired off his crossbow, impaling the guy’s heart.

“Go for it!”

“I wish for anythin’ that will help us.”

“Are you sure you want to make a blank wish?” She spat, slashing her knife down someone’s face and grabbing three arrows out of the air. “Are you sure you can live with the consequences?”

“I trust your judgement!” He yelled, fighting in a three vs one.

“As you wish!” Her eyes glowed and she dropped her dagger, making her way over to where most of the enemy troops were gathered. “Jason!” He squinted at her, blood from a cut on his forehead running into his eye. “Call a retreat now!”

He blew his horn and the allied troops began to back away from the fight and return the horses and caravans. Pink light gathered around her and the forest exploded into an inferno. Screams and the stench of melting flesh filled the air. Bodies began to drop to the forest’s floor, both allied and enemy, mainly enemy.

They reconvened back at camp and the three medics rushed out to assess the damage. Barely over half the troop they had at that position survived the attack and were still standing, more were knocked down and being treated.

“Commander!” Two men rushed up carrying a man on a stretcher, “Roy’s hurt!”

Panic pierced his heart as he saw one of his oldest friends and comrades lying there defenceless.

Dr Quinzel examined the ginger. Burns covered his left arm, parts had even become black and burnt from the heat. The blonde looked up at them grimly, “We’ll have to amputate if we want any hope of his survival.”

He solemnly nodded and turned his eyes away. “Do what you must.”

He stayed by Roy’s bedside for days; Marinette had to force him to sleep. Meetings with the leaders continued with an empty chair to Jason’s right. Some good that came from this was many other enemy battalions were retreating as their larges squadron was decimated by the blast.

One day, what everyone was waiting for with held breaths ever since Marinette was seen by his side happened. He blew up.

“Why didn’t you tell me this could happen?” He bellowed, they were in a clearing outside of camp but some soldier bathing in a nearby creek could overhear them.

“I warned you that there would be consequences!”

Their yelling continued until Dinah, the camp’s nurse, came and broke them up. She scolded them saying it was no one’s fault and it could’ve happened to anyone.

Those words didn’t apply here, the feuding couple thought. One had made the wish and the other had granted it. Marinette gasped and her eyes glowed, Jason and Dinah paused.

And Marinette was gone in a flash of pink light.

“At first I wondered.” Talia’s voice cut through the large expanse of the room. “Why would a girl from the desert have access to an ancient weapon and not use it? But when my sources told me you were the genie I was intrigued.”

“My first wish is to revive my father!”

“I already told you I cannot revive people from the dead.” Marinette yelled back, stem rising from her ears as she tugged on her chains.

“I wish for you to revive my father, I command you!”

“Not now Damian!” Jason rushed past his brother, who had greeted him at the palace steps. He had rode Ace here in under four hour, which was probably a world record for that distance but there was no time for games.

“I’m not dumb Todd! You did find the genie.”

Jason stumbled looking down at the Prince. “. . .How do you know that?”

“How do you think?” Jason’s eyes widened and his rushed pace became a full sprint, he changed directions from his room to the grand hall. Damian still kept up but seemed to have no intention to stop him. “You found her, loved her and now lost her. . . I bet you wish you didn’t.”

He further explained how Lian the maid had found the lamp in Marinette’s belongings and took it, as it seemed important. His mother had gotten a secret telegram from the frontlines; it detailed Marinette and a fiery explosion that happened out of nowhere after a retreat was called. The guards first searched Jason’s and Marinette’s room, tearing up the walls and floor before interrogating all the staff. Finally the lamp was found hidden in a hold under Lian’s mattress.

“And that’s when mother got her hands on it.” They reached the imposing doors to the grand hall.

They broke past the guards and into the hall to find the deceased Viceroy Ra Al Ghul standing before Marinette with her lamp in his grey hands. “It's good to be back.” His voice sounded like he had gargled gravel and glass.

“So you’re the genie I was looking for for seventy years.” He snarled, leaning down on Mari who collapsed on the floor. “Don’t bother with your speech, I already know what I want.

“First I want to be immortal and second I would like the power to rival genies like you.” His tooth grin was filled with blackened and decaying teeth.

Marinette looked over at Jason and Damian, who both yelled out for Ra to stop and for Marinette not to listen to him. Her eyes flashed a vibrant blue, they had mere seconds to act. They both rushed at Ra, aiming for the lamp to stop the wish.

“I command you!” He bellowed and light erupted for Marinette.

But instead of crying she smirked, “As you wish.”

Marinette sat under the newly installed garden fountain, watching as bugs moved throughout the plants. The statue on top of the marble stone was of Ra Al Ghul, and warned people what happens when they mess with magic. He held the lamp in an outstretched arm and hid his face in the other. His metal body shined, it looked like it was made of swirling glitter. He became exactly what he wished for, an immortal statute of Miraculium.

“Why do you like bugs so much? I thought girls like you were meant to be terrified of them.” Damian interrupted her silence and sat down next to him. She shot a glare his way, as she turned back to watch the flowers sway in the wind.

"I see my papa in the dragonflies and my maman in the beetles.” She finally said.

"Oh,” Damian paused, not expecting that answer. He tilted his head at her, “Would you like me to get an enclosure so you can see them every day?"

Her laugh was hollow and bitter, she forced a smile that probably looked more like a grimace. “And what?” She almost snarled at him, but his innocent question didn’t deserve her rage. “Trap them like my kin were for centuries? No, not even insects deserve that.”

Damian muttered his apologies from fleeing the garden, rushing by Jason on his way out.

Jason raised an eyebrow and she sighed, her anger replaced by guilt. “What was that about?”

“Damian tried doing something nice but I got emotional about my parents and the enslaved Magical Creatures, so I lashed out at him!” She dragged her hands down her face, the pinks of her bottom eyelids showing.

Jason shushed her and took both her hands in his, helping her up. They stood among the many exotic flowers that managed to thrive in this barren country.

He mumbled something to her that she couldn’t quite catch so she asked him to repeat.

“I wanted it to be you.”

She scrunched her brows and gazed up at him, face flooded with confusion. “Wanted what to be me?”

“My last wish, I wanted it to be you. Your freedom.” His hand brushed away a stray hair from her pink cheek.

She spluttered as her brain finally processed his words, all she could reply with was, “HUH?”

He leaned down and pressed his forehead to hers cradling her jaw in his hands. “I’m sorry. Am I going too fast? Or do you not want this?”

“No no!” She reassured him, trying to regain her composure. Finally she took a deep breath of his scent, and closed her eyes. “Do you still have the lamp?”

“Yes.”

She opened her eyes and nuzzled into his palm. “Then make your wish Master~” She teased, a wide grin painted on her face.

“As you wish.”

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Hidden Traps

Meet Cute Monday 38

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Jason stared as Roy fiddle around with the plant pot that stood in his apartment's hallway. Roy had shoved the small gravel stones to the side and started to dig to pull out another larger grey stone, which he twisted open to reveal two small apartment keys. Having fished one out he reassembled the hidey hole key situation and reassembled the plant and pot, so it looked like nothing happened.

“You do realise that it would be just as easy to pick your locks, right?”

“But then I’ll look like a burglar, this way if anyone catches me, I can say I’m doing plant care.”

“You live here. Surely your neighbours recognise you and would get it.”

“Yes! They do, this was my neighbour’s idea.”

“Then why?!”

“...”

“Roy.”

“... she’s cute. You can’t resist those big blue soulful eyes she gives you.”

“Let me get this straight. You’re make things hard for ya self, due to a girl.”

“You would too.”

Jason rolled his eyes at his friend's ridiculousness as they entered the now unlocked the ‘traditional’ way apartment with traps/alarms/security all disengaged. Roy watched as Jason dumped the groceries on the kitchen counter and started to move the kitchen space with a familiar ease putting things away and pulling other stuff out to start cooking dinner. He slammed the fridge door closed slightly harder than it needed muttering to himself about Roy’s ‘ridiculousness’, just to see the strange picture that really wasn’t in Roy’s apartment last time he visited slip off the wall.

“Roy?”

The man in question looked up from the table where he was fiddling with his latest contraption that was associated with his bow and just hummed at Jason.

“Why the hell do you have a picture of a hidden safe on the wall??”

“Because I’m renting and not allowed a real one.”

“......”

“Mars helped chose the picture and said it would be cool to have a hidden wall safe, but it sucked that renting we couldn’t so like we both came up with the idea of having a fake one.”

“And Mars is your neighbour? And you just went along with it??”

“She is very convincing when she’s all sweet and nervous. You can’t say no. It’s like kicking a wet kitten, you just can’t.”

“You just compared your neighbour to a wet kitten.”

“She’s little and cute.”

“Whatever loser, hang the picture up properly this time.”

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The pair were eating Jason’s prepared dinner going over the plans for their next mission when there was a knocking at Roy’s door. Jason raised his eyebrow questioningly at Roy as he was sure that they weren’t expecting company anytime soon. If they did, it was more likely to enter via a window than the more ‘conventional’ method of via door. Roy dragged himself up and mooched over to the door checking the peep hole before he opened it. Suddenly Roy’s voice tone changed as he spoke to the person on the other side. Curious to his friend's sudden strange behaviour Jason got up to investigate too.

Talking to Roy was a petite woman with dark hair that shimmered blue in the florescent light of the hallway. Roy had implied that his neighbour was a shy cute fragile thing not this hot sexy fae like woman. Her dark tight jeans hugged her legs, her (red hood not arsenal) red crop top showed just enough abs to hint at she worked out and had muscles hidden in her lithe frame with her burgundy jacket sealing the deal on h-o-t.

Roy had been holding out on him.

“Oh! You’ve got guests, I’ll leave. You don’t need to worry...”

“Mars!”

“I get, you don’t have to. I’ll ask someone else...”

“Marinette!”

Roy’s sharper tone broke through her nervous ramblings.

“I’ll do it. It’s only Jay so it doesn’t count as a guest. And what you’re asking isn’t a big thing.”

As she started to nervously bite her painted red lips and twiddle her fingers that Jason got it. Her shimmering blue eyes looking up at Roy through dark lashes had Jason understand why his friend couldn’t say no. Despite her dress and appearance of confidence at the start of the conversation, the way she curled into herself like she was certain of rejection made it bring clear images of injured kittens. Saying no seemed like an impossible task. Especially when Jason heard what her request was, though he didn’t like it and could see the subtle tenseness in Roy’s muscles agreeing with his thoughts.

“So, you don’t mind? I understand if you don’t want to, but it would make my friend feel better. And me...... it would reassure me as well.”

The chewing on her lip with her nervous smile was adorable.

“Mars, I told you before, I’m happy to help. We’re friends. I want you safe too. I’m sorry I never thought about this before but considering we live next door I guess it never came up. Come in and I can see if my phone is charge. You can ignore Jay, he’s a pain who’s visiting.”

Relief seemed to flood her body with Roy’s comments. Jason caught her cautious sneak looks at him before returning her full attention to Roy.

“Thank you! And don’t worry about your phone. I’ll just put my number and restaurant name on a piece of paper, and you can text me with your number when its charged. I should be back by 11 latest, I think. It’s first date so I just want to get to know the guy better for the moment. Nothing more.”

Jason scrambled and grabbed a piece of paper from the table and held it out to her who responded with a soft grateful smile, which was almost sinfully innocent, as Roy led her in. Reaching in her bag so took out a permanent marker and wrote the name of the restaurant on the paper before opening the pen to pull out a smaller pink marker which she wrote her number in with heart signed at the end when she beamed up at the men.

“What’s with the pen inside a pen?”

“Oh, ummm,” a slight blush dusted her cheeks as she tucked a stray strand of hair behind her ear, “I like making secret hiding places for things, but I have nothing to hide so umm yeah, I hid everyday things instead. I have this bolt which I hide my hay fever medicine... but it also makes a good surprise weapon since I’ve tied a ribbon round it.”

Jason suddenly understood another reason why Roy was so taken by his neighbour. She was hot as hell, but as cute as a kitten with a passion for making quirky things. No wonder Roy had heart eyes and was trying to be all puffed up muscles with the woman despite him looking more like an adoring puppy. Hell, he was starting to get catch some sort of protective feels for her too.

“Do you have a taser? Shall I call you at 10 to check in? Did you want us to take you there and pick you up?”

“...”

“Roy, I’ll be ok. Taser is in my bag along with my electric yoyo. I’ve got a taxi taking me to the restaurant and will get one back. I’ll be fine, you worrywart.”

“I’m checking in at 10. If I get no reply, I’m coming to get you.”

Marinette rolled her at Roy’s dramatics, cocking her hip looking up at him with a pout and shimmering eyes.

“I’m not a kid. I’m not a helpless damsel Roy. I can look after myself, so you don’t need to go all big brother mode on me. I was giving you info so I can I felt safer as its easy for you to check given you live across the corridor, but if you’re gonna be a drama queen about it forget it. I’ll let someone from work know instead.”

That caused Jason to pause. Big Brother. Interesting. He had originally thought Roy was interested in his neighbour. Taking in both their stances, Jason reassessed his original thoughts and observations as to whether he read the situation correctly.

Oh, ooooooh, he got it now. He could see the similarities, with the hair which shines blue in the lights, her sapphire kitten eyes, the flitting between nervousness and confidence. Marinette reminded him of Lian, and Roy was channelling his protective vibes towards her since he couldn’t currently do this to his little girl.

Jason watched as Roy spluttered and tried to rein in his mother-henning all the while he endeavoured to subtly place trackers on the woman as she looked unamused at his form of care. Taking pity on his co-disaster friend Jason decided to step in, even if it meant letting the woman leave the apartment for a ‘date’.

“Hey, it’s ok Pixie, no need to worry about Roy being all smothering ya. I’ll keep ‘im in line. You go enjoy your date and we’ll check in with ya later.”

Pausing Marinette took in Jason’s appearance, finally paying him more attention than cursory glances as she leant back into Roy side while she assessed him carefully. Blinking quickly with a light blush that grew on her cheeks, Marinette nodded to herself with whatever she found before breaking into a wonky smile.

“Okay. Thank you. I’ll... I’ll talk to you two later. Thank you, Roy.”

“Wait! Take this with you!”

Roy moved and grabbed a tube of what looked like hand cream. Marinette paused tilting her head at him as she took it off him and slipped it into her bag.

“Look, it’s a distress beacon. Like the one we’re working on for the hairbrush. I... It’ll reassure me that you have something that you can easily use to warn me if things are going wrong, ok.”

Marinette lent in to give him a hug and soft smile.

“Thanks Roy. I’ll use that. Same principle as the other one? Twist it 45 degrees, push in and twist back?”

“Yeah, now go be safe.”

With another quick hug and a quick wave to Jason, Marinette quickly escapes the apartment fully loaded with hidden gadgets by the sounds of things.

At Roy’s sigh Jason crossed his arms and gave him a raised eyebrow in hope of getting answers out of his friend. Jason snorted at Roy’s huff and pout as the pair conversed with facial expressions alone as they went back to the cooling meal.

Smirking at his friend, Jason leant back in his chair with his plate empty and turning Roy's new arrow gadget around with his fingers.

“So, when do we kit up!”

“I thought you we’re meant to be ‘keeping me in line’?”

“This is. You’ve let her go. Now we shadow from a respectful distance and observe just in case.”

“Just in case?”

“Well, it’s like a stake out. We need to back sure her date isn’t a prick. And you never know, the restaurant could be a front.”

“So, tailing my neighbour for ‘just in case’ is now acceptable, where an hour ago you’d were calling me a loser for creating fake safes with Mars.”

“You didn’t say she was hot and completely needs to be protected earlier.”

“You think she’s hot?”

“What...”

“Jay, Jaybird, Ex Boy Wonder, Jason, you just said you think Mars is hot?”

“No, I didn’t.”

“You did! That’s why you’re happy to follow her.”

“Nope! I just don’t want an evening of you moping around worrying about your baby sister neighbour. Plus, the weather is perfect for an evening rooftop run.”

Roy looked at Jason with knowing eyes and shoved his final mouthful of food in, slowly chewing as he weighed up his response.

“Whatever, Birdbrain. You just want to check out the competition, but works in my favour, I don’t trust the guys she keeps getting set up with. Let’s suit up.”

Jason grinned at his friend; he’d gotten a silent approval to get to know the creative, quirky woman next door.

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I Forgot That You Existed

Marinette Dupain-Cheng had left Paris as soon as she could. Once Hawkmoth had been defeated and collège was over, she had said goodbye to the city she had once protected and left for University in the United States.

It hadn’t been an easy decision but it had been the right one. Being forced into becoming a child superhero and protecting an entire city at such a young age was bound to leave her with at least some ill will towards Paris. Of course, there was also the issue of Adrien Agreste.

Adrien, sweet perfect Adrien Agreste. Once she’d been head over heels in love with him, or so she’d believed. In reality it had been an extremely unhealthy obsession that had led to the decline of her mental health as she was willing to do anything in order to get him to like her back. Including, but not limited to, stealing his phone, dressing up as a waiter to gain access to his house and stalking him whenever he was around another girl.

When she’d sat down and realised what she had become, Marinette’s first course of action was to spend as little time around him as possible. And thus moving as far away as possible. Gotham was pretty far away from Paris, right?

All in all the move, although to the most crime infested city in the world, had been the right thing for her and her life. She didn’t regret it at all.

Now she had an amazing husband who she loved more than anything (in a completely healthy way), and a whole other crazy family that came with Jason. She, of course, kept in touch with her own family but the Waynes were also her family now.

She tried her best to attend her weekly therapy lessons because they were a godsend, but sometimes the crime in Gotham just didn’t allow it. Yes, she had chosen to fight crime again. But that was the important part. She chose to fight crime again with Jason’s family, their family.

Although she didn’t use the miraculous anymore, just watch over them, she had chosen the moniker Ladybird to make a nod to her past hero identity.

And although this had all been a hugely positive thing for Marinette, she hadn’t been expecting the identity crisis the first time she saw Adrien Agreste in over five years. Adrien Agreste and his wife, an overly blonde model just like him.

“Marinette,” he cried happily as he came over to her at the latest Wayne Gala. “It’s been so long. I’ve missed you.”

She nodded politely at him. “Adrien. I take it this must be your wife? It’s nice to meet you Mrs Agreste.”

“Please, just call me Sophie,” the woman insisted.

“Well, it’s nice to meet you Sophie. I’m Marinette. I went to school with Adrien.”

And as the night went on nothing happened. She didn’t feel drawn to Adrien, didn’t hate him, didn’t want to avoid him, didn’t want to profess her love to him. Nothing. Neutral. Nice

When the night was over, and the guests were gone, the first thing Jason did was check on his wife. “Are you okay? I know that couldn’t have been easy for you.”

“It wasn’t easy,” she admitted. “But I think it went okay. I can’t ever see us being friends, but I don’t think there’s any issues there anymore.”

“That’s great,” he replied with a grin, happy to support the woman he loved in any possible way. “It means that you’ve completely moved on from that moment of time mentally. I’m so proud of you!”

Marinette cuddled up into him. “Thank you,” she whispered. “Thank you for supporting me. Thank you so much. You mean the world to be.”

“And you mean the world to me too, Pixie. I love you so much.”

“I love you too.”

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I Wanna House You

Prompt - 'I was on my way to buy some flowers for you',

Contains language and some sexual content

This is my first attempt at writing since April and it was a lot of fun

contains lyrics out of Beyoncé's song 'Summer Renaissance'

“I wanna house you and make you take my name.” Was not what a hungover Marinette wanted to wake up to blasting through her speaker. The same speaker that someone had placed on her pillow next to her pounding head.

She reached for said speaker and fumbled for a bit till she could find the off button.

“Tikki?”

“Yes Marinette?” The little red bug like creature zoomed into the room, a not so innocent smile on her little face. She handed Marinette some pain killers and pointed to a bottle of water on her bedside table.

Marinette downed the tablets with the water then pointed to the speaker. “Please tell me last night didn’t happen?”

“Oh, it happened alright. Wanna see the video? I have it from multiple angles.” Chloe walked in waving her phone in the air all the while smirking like the brat she was. She flopped onto the bed next to a freaked-out Marinette.

Marinette took one look at the screen and saw herself sitting on Jason Todd’s lap grinding against him. “Oh. My. God. Why do you let me drink?!” She slumped back and threw the covers over her head.

“Because drunk Marinette is the life of the party. Duh.” Chloe chuckled. “I’m going to make us some greasy food and then you can tell me how you wanna ‘house’ Jason. The same Jason who you claim is the bane of your existence.”

Marinette only groaned from somewhere under the blankets. Why oh, why did she do this to herself?

Let’s take it back a notch.

When Marinette first met the Red Hood, he stood for everything she didn’t. He was loud and obnoxious and oh so cocky. Sure, he looked good doing what he did but then he had to open his mouth. And there was the fact that he used guns. Guns that he kept strapped to his impressive thighs that Marinette definitely hadn’t noticed. Just like that ass that gave Nightwing a run for his money. Nope she hadn’t looked at all.

Jason Todd was no different. He was drop dead gorgeous. Could put Greek gods to shame. With all those muscles rippling under his tight t-shirt not to mention those grey sweatpants he liked to train in. Blue eyes you could get lost in. Oh, and that smile of his did things to Marinette that made her cheeks flush. The term pantie dropper was very appropriate for him, not that she would tell him that. Nope, her panties would be staying firmly where they should be, thank you.

He irritated Marinette like no other. He called her Pixie Pop and enjoyed reminding her of how small she was. So, when Marinette put him on his ass multiple times in training, she couldn’t help but smirk at the surprised look on the self-righteous asshats face.

It didn’t take her long to work out Jason Todd aka Red Hood was the same damn person, go figure. So, she’d spent the last year trying to avoid missions with him. To be honest she was angry at her body. The way it reacted around him was a dangerous distraction. One she didn’t want to admit to.

No. Nope. Not gonna happen. Or so she thought till last night. She had done so well at avoiding him, but it was Dick’s birthday and he’d practically begged her to come. In true Dick style it was at a karaoke bar in the nicer part of the city. Most of the Justice League would be there so it promised to be an interesting night.

A few drinks couldn’t hurt. Huh, famous last words.

Marinette could sing, like really sing but it wasn’t something most people knew about her. Over the years her confidence had grown, and she was so far removed from the stuttering teenager she once was. That didn’t mean she was about to sing in front of people, especially the Justice league. No, she reserved it for the shower, car trips and when she had her shared apartment to herself.

That said Chloe and Alya knew. As her long-time besties and roommates, they knew everything there was to know about Marinette. Even things she hadn’t worked out herself yet. Like how she was crushing bad for one of the bat boys. They also knew some songs were Marinette’s kryptonite, especially drunk Marinette.

In their defence they weren’t to know how it would go down after several shots and who knows how many long island iced teas. Poor Marinette. Who knew long island iced tea had no tea in it.

So, the stage was set, Alya had requested Beyoncé’s new song ‘summer renaissance’. Nino who was in charge of the karaoke machine who else would it be queued the song and Chloe dragged Marinette onto the stage after they downed another shot.

The song started and Marinette, with microphone in hand, didn’t even miss a beat. Her eyes landed on Jason who had conveniently been seated at the table right infront of the stage.

Marinette’s eyes ran over him, drinking in how good he looked in tight jeans and his leather jacket. He returned the favour, and when his eyes finally met hers, he seductively licked his lip and winked at her. The smug fucker then smirked at her. That damn pantie dropping kinda smirk that tipped Marinette over the edge. If he wanted to play, then she was going to come out on top. In more ways than one.

As she started to sing, she held his glaze and walked to the front of the stage.

“I wanna house you and make you take my name.

I’m gonna spouse you and make you touch a ring.”

Then she gracefully used the waiter that was passing as a steppingstone. Her healed foot left his shoulder before he even knew what was happening. She gracefully stepped onto Jason’s table somehow avoiding all the drinks without taking her eyes off of him.

“I’m gonna take you all the way, baby can I take you all the way?”

At this point Jason’s smirk had turned into a full-blown smile that showed his dimples. He slyly adjusted himself, something that didn’t go unnoticed by Marinette. She dropped to her knees and bought her face close to Jason’s.

“You sexy motherfucker, boy, you growin’ on me.

I just wanna thug you, the category is bae”

You gangsta motherfucker, boy, you growin’ on me.”

Jason ran his fingers over her jaw then dragged them down her neck as she slid onto his lap. His hands rested on her hips as she started to dance on his lap.

“I just wanna touch you, I can feel, feel those jeans.

Ah, ah,, ah, oh, woo

Boy you never had a chance.”

At this point Marinette will not admit to grinding against the growing bulge in his pants. It was tasteful dancing thank you. Cough, cough bullshit.

“If you make my body talk, I’m leave you in a trance.

Got you walking with a limb, with this body make it dance.

Dance, dance, dance.”

Jason had his hands all over her body and his lips met her neck as she all but purred the next line.”

“It’s so good, it’s so good, it’s so good.”

Someone called out ‘get a room’ so Jason stood up still holding on to Marinette’s waist. He gave her a moment to protest but she wrapped her legs around his waist and sang the next line, “It’s so good, it’s so good, it’s so good,” before dramatically dropping the mic. The crowd cheered and hollered as the two exited the bar with Marinette still wrapped around Jason and his lips all over her neck.

Jason carried her to a room behind the bar, slammed the door and locked it behind him. She grabbed his face and slammed her lips into his. His skilled tongue caressed hers and she couldn’t help but wonder what it would feel like somewhere else. He backed her up against the nearest wall, grabbed her ass with one hand and her throat with the other.

“You sure you want this Pix?” He all but growled.

She bit her lip and nodded. Marinette may have been drunk out there but everything about this had sobered her up. His body against hers had sparked something primal in her. She needed Jason to ease the ache between her legs like she needed air to breath.

“Use your words, Pix. I need to hear you say it.” He demanded while he ran his nose behind her ear, breathing in her scent and making her nipples harden against her bra.

“I want you, Jason. Please.” She begged rolling her hips against his arousal.

“Good girl.” He growled against her lips as he lifted her top off.

His lips burned her sensitive skin as he nipped and licked down her throat till he reached her lacey bra. He roughly pulled it down and took her nipple between his teeth as she threw her head back and moaned.

“You know this doesn’t mean I like you, right?” Marinette mewed as she took her turn to rid him of his jacket and shirt.

“I wouldn’t expect anything less Pixie.” He laughed against her lips.

>.<

“Food bitches.” Chloe’s voice rang through the apartment stirring Marinette from her thoughts of Jason.

God, she didn’t regret the amazing sex. It was more about the show she’d put on for everyone and the fact that they all knew exactly what they’d done after. How the hell was she going to face them all and what was she going to say to Jason next time she had to see him?

Deciding she wasn’t ready to face Chloe yet either she headed for the shower in hopes to clear her mind. Twenty minutes later with freshly washed hair and dressed in her favourite hoodie and jeans, she slumped down in the chair across from Chloe and a handful of kwamis.

“Okay that was just plan rude.” Chloe grumbled as she got a plate out of the oven and placed it infront of Marinette.”

“Oh, I’m sorry Chlo but what the hell?” Marinette frowned and crossed her arms. “I see what you were trying to do, and I also see the funny side of it but holy shit what the hell am I meant to do on Monday when I have to report to the League?!”

Chloe choked on her orange juice as she tried her hardest to supress her laughter. “I was just trying to get you laid. The lap dance was all you baby. But might I say a very nice added bonus. You should’ve seen Bruce’s face.” She lost it at that.

Marinette grumbled “thanks” then threw a piece of bacon at the blonde.

“So do I lead with, hey Batman, sorry for publicly giving your son a lap dance at your other son’s party but shit was it worth it. Jason sure knows how to use his mouth when he’s not talking shit. You should be real proud. And the multiple O factor mmhmm a girl could get use to that.” Marinette ended with a chefs kiss then rested her elbows on the table and giggled at Chloe who was howling with laughter.

“Yes! That, say that I dare you. But girl I need all the details. Spill.”

Two hours later Marinette found herself heading to her studio to work on a last-minute commission. She was lost in her head and didn’t see the person in front of her. It was like running into a brick wall and she would have landed on her ass if it wasn’t for the strong arms that wrapped around her.

“Hey Pixie. Fallin’ for me already.”

Marinette looked up to find Jason smiling down at her. He smelt amazing and memories of last night came flooding back. “You wish.”

“What if I do?” Jason asked as he brushed a lose strand of her hair behind her ear, letting his fingers linger on her jaw.

Marinette’s brain still hadn’t caught up and she mumbled “You don’t live here.”

“Sure don’t, but I hear there’s a crazy talented designer on this side of the city.”

“Real smooth Casanova.”

“You seemed to think so last night.”

“What can I say you’re not as annoying when you’re not talking.”

“Don’t pretend like you didn’t get off on being called a good girl.” He growled in her ear.

Marinette narrowed her eyes at him. There was no way she was going to let him know just what those two words did to her panties. “What are you doing here anyway?” She snapped crossing her arms.

“You want the truth Pix? I was on my way to buy some flowers for you.” He rubbed the back of his neck.

It was the first time Marinette had seen Jason look nervous and it left her speechless. Something that didn’t happen often. “Oh.”

“Look I don’t regret anything that happened last night, but I wanted to ask you out on a date and flowers just seemed right. You know, do things the right way round. Maybe I got the wrong impression about last night.”

Jason took a step back and Marinette instantly missed the warmth he radiated. She grabbed his jacket and pulled him back to her. “You talk too much.”

“Like you can…” His words were lost when Marinette kissed him hard on the mouth. It only took him a second to catch up. He wrapped one of his hands around her ponytail, gentle pulling her head back so he could deepen the kiss. His other hand rested on her hip under her hoodie.

It was at this point Marinette realised maybe Jason Todd wasn’t that bad after all. No scrap that, he was totally bad but in the most delicious way.

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