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MariBat Secret Santa 2021
Very late @maribat-secret-santa gift for @multifandomscribette!! I hope you enjoy it, I put a lot of thought and heart into it, and I hope it is even slightly worth the wait!
[ Ao3 Link ]
Ship: Cassette
Tropes: Soulmate AU, Mutual Pining, Meet-Cute?
A Year after Cassandra Cain attempted, and failed, to escape the League of Shadows at the age of eight, something changed. A mark began to grow upon her skin, and it wasn’t a bruise from training.
The new mark staining her skin started out small, almost unnoticeable. But Cassandra knew her body more than anything else in her small world, so she saw it the very evening it began to appear. She watched as it grew from a brown speckle to a sea of watercolors. A river sprouting cattails covered her outer thigh and curled over her hip. A forest of birch and pine sprung from mossy foliage all across her back. Finally, a twilight sky with opalescent starlight broke the canopy, and the navy and violet-backed Milky Way ended by wrapping over her shoulder and covering her heart like a gentle hand.
It took just over a year for the image to develop, starting one spring and ceasing the next. Yet even as it grew and after it stopped, the existing image changed with the seasons. Cassandra felt it was a window to the outside world, meant only for her. She felt as if it saved her from the cold drowning of her half-life within the League.
But what saved her also condemned her in the eyes of their leader- and by extension, her father as well.
She was twelve when a particularly harsh live combat was dropped on her. Ra’s al Ghul had requested to observe her progression. Under threat of her potential termination, Cassandra was made to face both her parents, two to one. She had managed to end the fight by manipulating the two adults into a position to strike each other simultaneously as she dodged. They stopped before their blows touched, but the overall success proved Cassandra’s worth as a warrior. But by the end of it, their weapons had torn through several layers of her uniform, cloth and armor alike. One particular blow had sheared all the way into the flesh of her back and swept away the protective coverings.
It was the only blow that mattered.
Silent, Ra’s approached, waving to Cain and Shiva to step away. Cassandra froze, understanding full well his reason. He circled her, taking out a pristine white handkerchief. He stopped behind her, and Cassandra had to fight the instinct to fight him off as he swept the cloth against her bloodied, exposed shoulder blade.
“You never told me your project had a Soulmark, Cain,” Ra’s spoke calmly, as though he did not just reveal her greatest, and only, secret. As though his subtle body movements did not speak loudly into her mind that he was brimming with anger at a supposed deception.
She glanced at her genetic donors to see their reactions.
Lady Shiva was shocked, certainly, but there was a sliver in restrained hope in her posture.
David Cain, on the other hand, was livid at being deceived. He clenched his jaw and didn’t speak for a moment, so as not to vocally out himself as ignorant to the freshly revealed situation. Taking a breath to prepare himself, he spoke.
“I apologize, Ra’s. I had hoped to solve this little, insignificant, situation on my own, as it does not deserve your attention. Forgive me.” The glare that bore into Cassandra from Cain’s eyes made her suppress a flinch. Instead, she averted her eyes.
Ra’s hummed noncommittally in acknowledgment as he put the stained handkerchief away. He turned, then, and began to leave. But before the doors closed behind him, he spoke once more without a glance. “Take your project- Cassandra, if I recall- take them out on a mission. Find their Connected. And make sure Cassandra is the one to end their ties.”
“Of course. I’ll-”
“Tonight,” Ra’s’ voice cut through Cain’s words, velvet soft yet commanding and absolute. “You leave tonight. This is the last chance, David Cain. If the mission is a failure, I’ll terminate your project. You can decide whose hand will end it. Yours, or mine. I hope your confidence in their training pays off.” And with that, the Demon's Head was gone.
Cain scoffs, and his resentment for the situation simmered toward a boil. He doesn't say a word, but he knows he doesn't need to. Cassandra understands his demands.
She turns to leave, to prepare for their departure, but her mother stops her gently, a hand hovering above her heart- her Soulmark- without touching. It was a mother’s concern. Or at least as much as Lady Shiva possessed.
“Daughter. Be strong. Do what you failed to do before. Do what I could not. Do what I made you for. I’ll see you when it is all over. Good luck, my little Kessaku.” With that, Shiva was gone, and Cassandra was left alone.
Though her body ached and her nerves were frayed, Cassandra remained determined. She would do what she must to protect what was important. If she must, she would even die trying.
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That night, Cassandra did not die. Nor did she die the next morning, or any day after for years to come. But death was still not avoided that day.
Her second attempt at escape from the League- from killing- was a success. David Cain took her to a sorcerer he had ties with and requested they use her Mark to track the ‘target’ to maximum efficiency. The sorcerer agreed, producing a globe of the Earth with glowing magic. Cane did not hesitate to grasp Cassandra’s arm, expose her inked shoulder, and take a dagger to her skin when the sorcerer asked for a physical piece or representation of the Soulmark. She did not flinch, but it still hurt to know how willing her father was to do such a thing to her, and for such a reason as this one.
The claimed material from her shoulder was placed above the magic globe, floating over it like a cloud. The redness of her blood spread downward like veins of a leaf, encompassing the raised landmasses and shimmering seas, growing thick between their borders and over well-worn trails of life.
She saw a glimmer appear in one of the drops, golden against the dark redness. It marked her time to act.
In a moment she only recalls as barely more than a blur, Cassandra attacks David Cain and the sorcerer. The magic-user was disabled easily, a physical blow knocking him cold before he could even register the need to summon protection. The magic globe and the paths or red disappeared along with their wakefulness. Cain, however, took an extra moment to engage with. But without the help of Lady Shiva at his side like before, Cassandra, wounded as she already was, defeated him through surprise and foresight.
But simply stopping him here, preventing him from seeing that golden glow, was not enough. She saw in his eyes that he would pursue her to the ends of the Earth- the Galaxy- to get his investment back.
So she wounded him with every one of her blows. Each one made him slower, weaker, and pained him with every movement of his own. The fight ended moments before it was fatal.
Cain knew, just as Cassandra did, that if he continued this now, if he did not stop, he would die from his own actions. His anger and resentment burned, and she chose to turn away from it. Whatever he did now, she was no longer a part of it.
Cassandra left, with nothing more than wounds and determination.
But when the sun rose above the skyline on her first morning of freedom, the light shone on something new. Something that once more was only hers. A meadowy clearing appeared at the edge of her forest. In that clearing, the skeleton of a structure had been built. In that structure, the memory of a golden spark had become a candle set on the edge of a balcony.
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Marinette Dupain-Cheng thought nothing of the dark splotch on her shoulder when it appeared at the age of nine. If anything, it was already partially hidden by a bruise or two formed after one or more of her unfortunate bumps or falls into a minor inconvenience. But when the color barely faded and instead began to gain speckling of pastel whites, she showed her parents and asked if there was something wrong with her. Amused and delighted, Tom and Sabine shared what they knew.
The mix of colors, unique to Marinette and just as incomplete in growth, was a Soulmark. They told her to watch it, let it inspire her, give her hope, and speak to her in a way only she can hear. It was also just as much a weight to bear as much as it could lift her up. But it represented that she was never alone. There was always going to be someone out there, someone she will one day find and know, who will change her life in one way or many others.
Her Soulmark grew slowly over several years. Outlines grew first like sketches on a new sheet of paper, the color slowly following, filling in like ink through water that dripped down her back. The stars on her shoulder lead to treetops of birch and pine that grew on the side of a mountain. Among the trees a cave opened wide, a river flowing from its mouth. Water lilies grew thickly around the calm edges.
Marinette adored her mark more and more with each passing day, wishing to find the one who put it on her skin. She wished for it so much, she worked hard to make it real.
Her first thought was to let the whole world- the whole galaxy- see the beautiful watercolors of her soul-made-visible. At ten, she successfully managed to design and create a shirt that exposed a modest portion of the pattern, then mimicked it like a quilt pretending to be a stained glass window. By twelve, when the mark had grown past her hips, her designs morphed from blouses and jackets to dresses and entire matching outfits.
When she was almost at the age of thirteen, the mark- stretching from her heart, across her back, and down her leg- changed for the first time. The night sky grew into a new dawn, sunbeams of early morning lighting the scenery. The cave, once dark, was now lit, the sparkle of crystals revealed from where they were once hidden in deep crevices. The moon was still visible, pale white like a scar against the bright watercolors on her shoulder. Some of the tallest trees had even gained little boxes, birdhouses and bathouses alike.
Marinette was overjoyed to see the change. It was new and exciting, and she was convinced it meant something good had happened. In a way, she was right, but she could not know why.
At thirteen, she was abruptly reminded about how her Mark could also be a burden, a source of pain and anxiety. A magic artifact, a Miraculous, hosting a powerful embodiment of Creation herself, came to Marinette on a day she was not ready. The Kwami of Creation, Tikki, instilled into her that the Soulmark- her source of motivation, inspiration, and unconditional love- needed to be ignored.
“It’s important, Marinette! You cannot talk about your Soulmark as Ladybug, ever!” The words spoken by Tikki hurt more than the girl knew was ever possible. But there was no reasoning with a powerful being convinced with absolute certainty of their reasons. “Even outside of being Ladybug, you must avoid speaking of it at all costs. If anything, you are lucky you have not met your Matched yet! With a visible mark like that, your identity could be exposed with a single glance! There is a reason why a Miraculous Holder’s suit covers them almost completely. Magic can't protect everything, and the keenest of eyes will always find the flaws.”
“I…I understand, Tikki. Thank you for telling me.” Marinette tried not to show how heartbroken she was. But it was hard to hide one’s heart after wearing it on their sleeve for so long.
Her passion for design in clothes faded, at first. She could no longer wear her old clothes or make anything new like before. But, luckily, it sparked again, new adventures and new friends bringing fresh inspiration. She began to design for others, drawing from their own visible Marks and physical Souls. But the creativity did not stop there. Her time spent overloading her brain with ideas, theories, and possibilities of every conceivable outcome, became a well of knowledge in new areas.
At fifteen, Marinette was taking pre-college classes in engineering. With the new focus, she felt she had finally regained her passion and her real, truest spark.
A year later, her mark gained a new detail. A small, circular area of marble steps appeared around the mouth of the cave, split in half by the water, but joined by a simple footbridge. It was an amphitheater, covered in moss and flowering vines.
In the following spring, with two years of engineering classes under her belt, Marinette received a letter of acceptance from the college of her choice, the Massachusetts Institute of Technology in America.
To get there, she only had to face one obstacle.
“Tikki, I know you're going to try to stop me and convince me to stay in Paris, but please listen to me!” When the Kwami went to speak, Marinette stuffed a cookie into her mouth and hushed her. “Now, where was I? Right! If I go, I can learn so much! You know how excited I am for this, to finally get to do something I want without worrying about Hawkmoth!”
The cookie gone, Tikki went to chastise. “Marinette, you know you can't go that far away! You’ll never make it back here in time for every fight, and neither you nor Chat Noir should be working without the other. I thought you knew better than this,” she finished with a huff.
Though it stung to face such disappointment from a mentor and friend, Marinette remained steady and strong. “I’ve spoken with the Guardian, Tikki. They approve of my choice and the suggestion I made to compensate for the problem of separation. Kaalki is coming with us.”
Tikki made a noise of protest, but Marinette shook her head firmly.
“She’s coming, Tikki, and you won’t stop us. If I have to, I’ll leave your earrings here with the Guardian, and only put them on after I come back.”
“But that-!”
“Is a waste of time and energy and would take away effort that we could be using on fighting? Exactly, which is why I want you to come with me! And I know you’ll agree because it's the only logical choice we have.” Tikki stared her down. Marinette could tell that Tikki could tell that Marinette was hiding something else. Marinette sighed.
“Yeah, okay- I also want to be able to reveal my Soulmark again…” Tikki gasped, and Marinette took the opportunity to put another cookie in the Kwami’s mouth. “I told you, I talk everything out with the Guardian- yes, and Chat Noir, too- before deciding on this- before even applying, Tikki. It will be safe for us, I swear. No one will ever know about us. I promise.”
A few more cookies and a visit to a Guardian later, the matter was settled.
Marinette was bound for the United States the following Autumn.
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December came fast, and so was the new year. Along with it came something long in the waiting.
Cassandra spent her second-ever Christmas warm and loved, surrounded by friends, brothers, a grandfather, and a protective, loving, doting father. At night, she dawned the mask of Black Bat and helped those in need, giving gifts of shelter and safety, and the occasional toy and warm set of winter clothes. She almost couldn't ask for anything more.
Marinette spent time as Ladybug, cheering on her hero team as they defeated each other in massive snowball fights. She watched from rooftops as her friends and family celebrated, talking to them on a phone as though she was still thousands of miles away. And she made sure her best friend in the world, her partner in heroism and not-crime, never felt alone.
New Year’s Eve arrived.
Cassandra Cain-Wayne had a long-awaited ballet performance of Swan Lake that evening in her home of Gotham, taking the lead roles of Odette and Odile. Her costume had been custom-tailored to expose her Soulmark; the beautiful night scene complimenting the white of her swan feathers and enhancing the illusion of a woman cursed to live outside of a human form and a human world.
Marinette Dupain-Cheng had joined The Corallaries, an A Capella group of her college, which had reminded her fondly of her friends back home. The group was taking a trip to New Jersey in celebration of a fine year full of tours and new members, a trip she graciously and persistently helped organize as a show of thanks for their friendship. They were going to see a charity ballet performance at the famous Gotham Opera House.
The entire event was a beautiful success, despite a hiccup only two among the crowd even noticed.
Marinette was in awe from start to finish. At first, it was from the grace and beauty of the performers held with even the smallest and simplest of movements. But when Odette appeared for the first time as a swan in act two, Marinette’s eyes were transfixed to her. Every thread of the costume was art, of course, but it was what was not sewn that truly mesmerized her.
A forest of birch and pine, cut by a river and sheltered by stars. A scar-like moon upon her shoulder. And as the dances continued, and the lights faded with every perceived night, the Mark upon Odette’s skin glowed like the world inside was truly bathed in moonlight. Even when Odette became Adile and white feathers turned black, Marinette could swear that the mark still shone brighter. Only when all movement stopped and the curtains fell did the light of the stars fade.
Cassandra was proud and happy. The performance had ended right on time, a half-hour before the stroke of midnight. After the curtain call, she had been praised and thanked by the fellow performers for her ability to adjust her timing to synchronize to those who were out of sync, allowing the performance to flow as smooth as water, as though each ripple was planned and deliberate. When she came out of the changing rooms, her family greeted her, gifting her with praise and compliments of their own, and a promise of a new flower bed in the garden to commemorate the event.
Yet still, something was on her mind.
She had felt eyes upon her the whole night, but she was used to that in many ways. No, it was when her gaze swept the crowd and saw a familiar spark in the eyes of a watcher that she knew something had changed. Something new could now see her like never before. And so she danced with all the grace, skill, and effort she had, solely for that spark that was hers, and hers alone.
“Thank you,” Cassandra said, the smile of her eyes being for everyone. But she couldn't help but glance to the exit. “I must go now. Important. See you at home.”
Marinette was stunned and starstruck. She barely noticed her fellow Corallaries teasing her over being struck speechless for the first time ever. The comment about joining the masses in falling in love with ballet had made her blush, though, and she refused to acknowledge the validity of it.
“I- I’ll see you guys back at the hotel, okay?” She stepped away, smiling sheepishly at their bewildered looks. “I just need a moment to myself, that’s all! So, Happy New Year, everyone, goodnight!!”
Two young women rushed out of opposite exits of the same theater. Both ran to the same parking garage to look for someone they had only seen across a crowd. And in the pale light of a stairwell landing, one girl going up and another going down, they both stop.
“Hi,” spoke the Spark, no longer separated by a balcony railing.
“Hi,” said Odette, human once more and free from her amphitheater.
“You’re here,” whispered Marinette to the inspiration for her dreams.
And to the source of her hopes, Cassandra replied, “I missed you.”
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Maribat Secret Santa 2021 Sign Up Forms! (and more)
Maribat Secret Santa 2021 here with some great news! This event is now officially a-go!
The signups are also live! In other words, they start today November 21 and close November 28 at 11:59pm EST.
From there, people will receive their Secret Santa on November 30 and have until December 30 to finish their gifts. Gifts will then be gifted starting January 1 to January 7.
Gifts can be in the form of fics or art. Fics will have a minimum of 1.2k words while art minimum is one piece with flat colors and no smaller than 500px by 500px.
Now, there has been a bit of a confusion on how this event will work and how the team will handle this event in comparison to last year’s.
It will go as follows:
Upon signing up, you will have to provide the following: name (actual or preferred name), pronouns, social media handles, email, your favorite ships/tropes/characters and tropes/characters/ships you’re not fond of, and preferred way of communication.
Before we continue to explain the necessity of the above items, the question of languages has arisen (in regards to fics), whether writing in another language is possible. In regards to that, we will be asking for which language you prefer to write in and if there happens to be another person who will write in that language, then perhaps it will be possible although it is not guaranteed.
As to why it is not guaranteed, we will now explain from the start.
Names and pronouns will be necessary to ensure proper addressing of gifts to people and will make it easier when pairing people for this event as opposed to using social media handles.
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Now...why do we need emails/social media handles?
Social media handles will help you and others check out your page/blog to get a better idea of your tastes. In addition to that, it will be our main way of communicating with you along with allowing us to check whether you posted your gift or not. Which leads us to a very important note.
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My true family
this is is my @maribat-secret-santa for @myblacknightworld i am really sorry that this is late and hope you enjoy it
“MARINETTE” she heard her mothers voice shout “GET DOWN HERE YOUNG LADY “her mother continued. With a sigh Marinette went down to the living room where her mother and father stood with unreadable expressions on their faces. “ me and your father have decided that we can no longer tolerate your toxic behavior any longer, we thought we raised you better I mean bullying a poor girl over jealousy that is simply unexpectable and for that we have decided to send you to your biological father to knock some sense into you he has already been contacted and has agreed to take you in until this behavior of yours is gone.
Biological father
BIOLOGICAL FATHER
Tom wasn’t her real dad , the man who raised her , loved her , and cared for her wasn’t her real father. Mere words could not describe how she felt after being informed of this development.
She was snapped out of her thoughts when she heard her mother speaking again “ you will be leaving tomorrow so pack your things “ the message was clear their minds won’t change so don’t bother trying.
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The next morning her parents ……... she didn’t even know if she should keep calling them that took her to the airport and left without even saying goodbye, she won’t deny that it stung a little.
Arriving in Gotham was strange to say the least for she was not expecting g to be greeted by a man who introduced himself as her family’s butler : Alfred Pennyworth
“ Hello mademoiselle my name is Alfred pennyworth the Wayne family butler I have been instructed by mater Bruce to pick you up from the airport “ ah yes did she forget to mention that her biological father was Bruce Wayne
“ Hello mister pennyworth my name is Marinette though I think you may know that already “ she mumbled the last part to herself . “ Also, there will be no need to call me mademoiselle, Marinette is fine “ she informed the amused butler who was wondering how this girl was the troublesome girl master Bruce had described . “ Well then miss Marinette please follow me into the car “ the girl nodded and followed the butler to the car which turned out to be a limo. Chuckling at the young girl’s surprise Alfred opened the limousine car door for the young girl . once getting in the car Alfred began to drive to Wayne manor .
When they arrived at said manor Marinette couldn’t stop herself at gapping at the size of the mansion for it looking like a fricking castle.
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Once inside the mansion Alfred took her to the lobby to her surprise to find the entire Wayne family standing there ( no doubt waiting for their arrival ) Marinette wasn’t going to lie and say that she wasn’t surprised by the number of sons her father had . Marinette noticed that many of them seemed to have a common feature of blue eyes pale skin and pitch-black hair except one of them for he had dark forest green eyes tan skin and black hair . Marinette also noticed some somethings she could not help but find unusual on of the boys had a white streak in his hair the boy next to him had dark bangs under his eyes and looked like he was going to pass out any second the shortest of them seemed to be wearing a permanent scowl across his face while the tallest of them who Marinette immediately guessed was her biological father had a black expression on his face . gathering up all her courage Marinette went up to the man and introduced herself “ hello sir my name is Marinette Dupain Cheng “ she said and put on her sunshine smile that nearly blinded the entire room
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Bruce was shocked when he was informed that he had another child and a troublesome one at that he thought he will be dealing with a Damian 2.O but he did not expect for said child to be an absolute ray of sunshine.
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Damian was not happy when he was informed that his father has another child he was beyond pissed for he thought he was his fathers only biological child , the blood son , the person who will one day soon take on the mantle of batman once his father retired . his father told him the girl was a troublemaker great another heathen he had to deal with what he did not expect is for the girl to act like an angel
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The Wayne brothers know one thing upon seeing the angelic girls smile they would go tell hell and back to make sure nothing wrong happened to this child
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After Marinette introduced herself she heard her father speak “ hello Marinette its nice to meet you and there would be no need to call me sir you can call me Bruce or dad or whatever you feel comfortable with may I introduce you to my son the boy with the cheesy grin is my eldest son Richard Grayson though he likes to be called Dick the boy with the white hair steak is my second eldest Jason Todd the boy who looks like he is going to pass out is my second youngest Tim drake the boy with the scowl is my youngest and only blood child Damian Wayne its very nice to meet you Marinette”
after being introduced to all the Wayne's Marinette couldn't help but think that maybe a new family won’t be so bad after all .
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Here are a few snapshots of the Wayne family after Marinette joined
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“ WHY IS THE BATCAVE FILLED WITH PINK PAINT AND GLITTER” Marinette heard the first thing she woke up much to her amusement. You see a few weeks within living in the manor and Marinette found out that her family was the infamous bat clan, so she decided to pull of you pranks on them. Don’t you think for a moment that this was the only prank
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“FATHER I CAN’T FIND MY KATANAS”
“ BRUCE WHO STOLE ALL MY GUNNS
“ WHO ON EARTH CHANGED ALL MY COFFIE TO DECAFF “
“ FORGET YOUR DECAFE ALL MY CERAL HAD BEEN REPLACED WITH CHEESE.”
Marinette had to stop herself from laughing at the storm of chaos she had created.
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Marinette was sitting on the couch reading a book when she noticed her brother Damian enter the room . the second he entered he began screaming like a maniac “YOU KISSED KENT” ahhhh that’s why he was angry you see a few months back her brother had introduced her to his self-proclaimed best friend Jonathan Kent over time the two developed feelings for one another and just last week they had both shared their feelings with one another and had started dating and a few days ago Jon had mustered up the courage to kiss her and of course nothing stays secret in the Wayne household so it was only natural her brothers found out about it
This was going to be a long day.
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@maribat-secret-santa 2021 gift for @bunathebunny
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Maribat Fic Masterlist!
One Shots
Focus on Me (Dickinette)
Rooftop Rendezvous (Timari)
Alleyway Altercation (NSFW) (Timari)
Downtown Detour (Timari)
Picture Perfect (Timari)
Scars [Only on AO3] (NSFW) (Jasonette)
{more under the cut}
MGI Trope Tussle- Team Enemies to lovers
Cut You Down to Size (Damigami)
Do You Believe in Magic? (Wallynette)
Super-Rockin’ Wedding of the Century (Daminette)
Talk So Pretty, But Your Heart Got Teeth (Dickinette)
Business (Mis)Management (Timari)
MGI Bracket Fic War 2k21
Too Good To Be True [Only on AO3] (Round 1) (Jasonette)
We’ve Got Work To Do [Only on AO3] (Round 2) (Pre-Marijon)
MGI Bracket Fic War 2k22
Do You Like Girls? [Only on AO3] (Round 1) (Stephmari)
Last Minute Decision [Only on AO3] (Round 2) (Dickinette)
Jasonette July 2021
Purple Lilacs- Hurt no Comfort prompt
MGI 1st Year Anniversary Gift Exchange
The Smell of Dawn [Only on AO3] (Jasonette) for @/mar16a7
MGI 3rd Year Anniversary Gift Exchange
Bursting At The Seams [Only on AO3] (Konmari) for @/kvntparson
MGI Secret Santa Gift Exchange
Taste the Rain [Only on AO3] (Brucinette) for @/fangirling-101
I Know You’re Batman [Only on AO3] (Jasonette) for @/jinx-jade
Welcome to the Family- Bio Dad!Bruce Wayne Month 2021
First Impressions- Meeting for the First Time
First Friend- Family/Friends
Just Some Guy- Identities
Why Now?- Bonding
Of Mice and Men- Stories/Memories
Destiny at Your Door- Overprotection
Good Intentions- Gifts
Hi, Hungry. I’m Dad!- Pranks/Dad jokes
Under The Red Mask- Discovery
Everything Will Be Fine- Baking (substitute)
Brotherly Intervention- Sibling Bonding
Marinette Dupain-Cheng’s Day Off- Fashion Show (substitute)
Destinies Are Upon Us- Death
Baby Bat (Interlude)- De-aged AU
By Any Other Name- Last Name: Wayne
Call of the Wild- The ‘Talk’ (substitute)
Unfettered by Desire- Pets (substitute)
He Who Laughs Last- Heroes/Villains
A Matter of Formality- Wayne Gala
Crisis Averted- Meeting the Justice League
Growing Pains- Father’s Day
The Strange Case Of...- Library/Books
Silent Night- Take you kid to work (substitute)
MGI Mixer 2k22
Little Death: Jason- Phantoms [See PotF in On-Going]
On-going Fics
- “How Did All This Happen?”- A Memoir By One Marinette Dupain-Cheng (Daminette) [9 Chapters]
- Dream Of Me [Only on AO3] (Daminette) [1 Chapter]
- Memory Crystallization [Only on AO3] (Found? Family) {inspired by this oneshot by @/jumpingjoy82} [2 Chapters]
- Suffer the Consequence [Only on AO3] (Healing? but also unmitigated violence) [4 Chapters]
- Pleasures of the Flesh [Only on AO3] (Pairing TBD) [5 Chapters]
AO3 Profile
#maribat#daminette#dickinette#timari#timinette#hdath#jasonette#do you know how long ive been telling myself i was gonna do this?#am i forgetting anything this time?#ml x dc#damigami#marijon#wallynette#mgi- server event#maribat!biodadbrucewayne2021#maribat!biodadbruce#sibling!jasonette#sibling!daminette#sibling!stephmaricass#sibling!dickinette#brucinette#stephmari#konmari
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Bio!dad Bruce Wayne Month 2020 (Masterlist)
Maribat March 2021 (Masterlist)
Miraculous Fics
A Chat Can Never Have Too Many Flowers
Drabbles [Send me an ask!]
Prompt list
#21 Felinette, #10 Damienette, #17 Felinette, #37 Felinette #40 Felinette
Under the Mask of Illusion
Gifts:
TTDS secret santa 2020
(batfamily art and drabble)
Maribat secret santa 2020 (Timari fanfic)
Maribat secret santa 2020 (Karanette art)
Valentine’s drabble exchange 2021 (Jasonette one shot)
Maribat: The Musical (@maribat-the-musical )
Idea. Sign up
Art:
Miraculous and Maribat Art Masterlist
Ask challenges Masterlist
Corgi pfp redraw
Carmen Sandiego fanart
Tags:
#my trash writing- All my fics, one shots, and writing in general can be found under this tag.
#my trash art- All my drawings, sketches and doodles.
#sara speaks- Some random thoughts, announcements and other things.
Mods:
Dickinette-February
Maribat-Fic-Library
Maribat-the-musical
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Maribat Secret Santa 2021 Interest Form
Hello everyone! The MSS Team is here to say that we might just host this event this year too! But of course, we want to know the voice of the community first to ensure the success of this event!
That’s why we’re sending out an interest form for you to fill out and let us know whether we should launch this event or not!
Here’s our interest form!
This interest form will be open from October 25 (12:00am EST) to November 1 (11:59 EST)!
Hope to hear from you all soon!
-Maribat Secret Santa Team
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Giftee Names (Coming soon)
With sign ups officially closed, you know what that means! Tomorrow (throughout the day), you will be receiving your giftee through your preferred way of communication!
So please, be on the look out for those messages!
-Maribat Secret Santa Team
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ANNOUNCEMENT
Hello everyone! Hope everyone is doing well!
Just here with a few announcements pertaining to this event’s forms.
First and foremost, there are 2 days left for signups! So if you plan on signing up, please do so! We will not be allowing late sign ups.
Now, in regards to the forms.
When filling out the form, please remember the following:
-When giving use your social handles, please tell us which handle belongs to which platform. Without telling us which handle belongs to which platform, it makes it difficult to try and communicate with you once pairings have been made. Ex: Tumblr:maribat-secret-santa
-When giving a Discord, please include the three numbers after the # sign and not just your name.
-When telling us your preferred way of communication, “text” is not a specific answer. “Text” on its own implies phone number which is something we aren’t and will never collect. If you meant messaging, then please say messaging and then include which platform of the social media handles you gave us you would prefer to be contacted through.
Thank you for for taking your time to read this! And as always, if you have any questions, don’t hesitate to ask.
-Maribat Secret Santa Team
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GIFTS ON THEIR WAY!
First and foremost, HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! Can’t wait to see what awaits this fandom this year :D
With that being said, besides it being the first day of the new year, today is also the first day of gifts being sent out! If you don’t get your gift today, that is alright! Secret Santas still have this entire week to send their gifts out, so keep an open eye for them!
With that said, happy gifting!
-Maribat Secret Santa Team 2021
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Something is brewing...could it be eggnog? 👀
-Mod Anju
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1 hour…
-Mod Anju
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With the week coming to an end, there are gifts that have yet to be gifted.
We will be contacting those who have yet to gift and will give the update those who have not received a gift individually.
So please be patient. Thank you.
-Maribat Secret Santa Team
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