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Valentine's Special ~ Jasonette
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it was all by design ('cause i'm a mastermind)
Pairing: Jason Todd x Marinette Dupain-Cheng
Rating: G | Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Ao3 | WC: 2.3k | TW: -
A/N: This is part of a series called The Eras Tour (Jasonette’s Version), a collection of Jasonette-centric fics I wrote for the Maribat discord server Maribat? Get In!’s 2024 Civil War event. Not beta’d.
Marinette schemes her way into becoming Jason Todd's girlfriend. He loves her more for it.
The crisp October breeze caressed the curls around the girl’s head, softly brushing them across her face with a cool kiss. She tucked them behind her ear, pinning them out of her eyes so she could better appreciate the night sky sparkling with diamond-like stars.
The fresh air of the balcony was a paradise to Marinette, who had been in the stifling ballroom of Wayne Manor far too long. It was full of people, socialites from Gotham and celebrities from New York all wanting to schmooze with the Waynes and other more-influential-than-they 1-percenters.
The noise of the live music and clinking of crystal and boisterous conversation eventually drove Marinette to the relative peace of the muted balcony.
She gave one last lingering look at the stars before patting her hair and dress down, drawing in a deep breath as she put her hand on the knob of the balcony door.
The noise that had been muffled on the balcony was a shock to her ears and she immediately began making her plans to escape ASAP. She’d talked to everyone she wanted and needed to, had thanked her host and his butler, and had eaten her fill in appetizers. All her evening’s boxes had been checked.
Sliding into the shadows of the edges of the room, she began making her way to the grand doors of the exit all the way across the room when her vigilant gaze caught on someone.
He was in conversation with a small group of young men around his age, at the side of the room, his face shadowed. She could only make out his profile, but what she saw made her pause in her escape, trailing her eyes down his body. He wore a red dress shirt under a tailored black suit, the first two buttons undone and the sleeves rolled up neatly to his elbows. She appreciated people who rolled their sleeves instead of just shoving the fabric up, especially on knits.
He laughed at something the redhead said, bringing his glass up to his mouth with a grin. Even from across the room, his laugh sent shivers through her; it was nice and warm, something she heard, focused as she was on his person.
His gaze turned slightly and met hers, then flicked back to his conversation partners.
A tiny bit piqued that he hadn’t even taken a second to appreciate how well her dress fit–which was her talking point for the night and something she was immensely proud of–she reminded herself that he may have a girlfriend or wife or boyfriend for all she knew.
With one last glance at him, memorizing his features in case she came across him at a future event, she continued on her path to the door.
She had some research to do, and it was better done in the comfort of her fuzzy jammies and a glass of wine than on her phone in the shadows of a billionaire’s ballroom.
~~~
A night of research later, Marinette had filled a page of her notebook with what she knew about her new target, formatted as her usual client information sheet. The next three pages were filled with half-drawn-up plans and scribbled over strategies to get to know him better.
Name: Jason Todd
Age: 28
Birthday: 16/08/1996
Primary Residence: Gotham, NJ
Features: Black hair [white forelock]; light eyes [specifics?]; tan skin, warm undertone; 1.83 m/6’0”; trapezoidal body type; warm undertones & colours best suited to skin tone.
Contact Information: -
Social Circles: Martha Wayne Foundation 20th Annual Fundraising Gala…
Relation(s): Wayne Family of Gotham; Head Family of Metropolis.
Marinette loaded her photo software. She often sent her assistant to the events when possible if she was unable to attend, having her assistant photograph the event so she could later analyze the fashions. The camera focus was on the clothing, not the faces, but she still scanned through her files in case Jason had been caught in the background somewhere.
The results surprised her. He’d appeared more often than she expected, though always in the shadows or on the sideline, and only at events that were either Wayne-business related or were for fundraising or charity. Any simply-social events showed not a trace of him.
She opened her carefully colour-blocked and organized planner. How many events had she been invited to that she’d not yet RSVP’d?
~~~
The gala was in full swing by the time Marinette arrived, having rushed to it after finishing her commission at the last minute. It was a fundraising gala in New York for the branch of the Martha Wayne Foundation’s Family Founders mission there, and she hoped that she’d calculated correctly that Jason would be there.
The little research she’d been able to dig up on him had made it clear that he was very much the black sheep and wild child of the Wayne family, with no one ever entirely sure if and when he’d show up in places.
She was dying from curiosity about what he could be doing in between public appearances. Whatever it was, she knew it would be fascinating.
She skimmed a glass of champagne off a passing waiter’s tray and headed deeper into the crowd, approaching Chloe. If she was in the middle of the room with her old friend, she could scour all the corners at once to see if her prey had arrived.
“Marinette, you look gorgeous!”
“Thanks, so do you,” grinned Mari, taking in the shimmering green dress she’d made for her friend. “Have you been here long?”
“Only since the start of the party,” Chloe rolled her eyes. “Perks of being the head coordinator–you get to be there hours before and after the party happens.”
“Head coordinator?” Marinette looked at her friend in shock. “You didn’t tell me you got promoted!”
“I had to tell you in person, didn’t I?” asked Chloe, gesturing to her sparkling presence as if to say, “Look at me”. “Tina retired, so I was promoted last week. It’s a good thing I was already working so hard on this event, so I was prepared for everything.”
“Lucky you,” said Marinette, giggling a little at the inside joke.
Chloe rolled her eyes fondly. “Are you ever going to get over making those stupid puns?”
“Not as long as you keep reacting so humorously to them,” she replied, turning a little to scan the room.
“Looking for someone?” asked Chloe, catching her wandering gaze.
“Just…can you see who RSVP’d?”
“Yes…”
“Do you know if Jason Todd said he’d be here tonight?”
Chloe looked at her admiringly, whistling lowly under her breath. “Dang, girl, you’ve got taste! I believe the Waynes simply RSVP’d for four. I don’t know who.”
Marinette wasn’t expecting it to be easy, but when had she ever liked easy? She’d been a magical superhero while she was still in lycee, for kwami’s sake! The thrill of the chase was something she relished, planning out her moves and organizing her target’s schedule and pickpocketing phones to delete texts-
-okay, when she puts it that way, she sounds a little unhinged and obsessive and stalkery, but she really wasn’t that bad! If they didn’t like it, she backed off and respected their ‘no’, and she (usually) only got her information from publicly available sources that didn’t even realize the help they’d given her.
She just didn’t know how to initiate anything by any other way, having grown up scheming her way into friendships and relationships as easily as she breathed. A cleverly-worded plea here, a subtle cue she’d Pavlov’d into a friend there, and she was golden. Her lucky targets never even knew they’d just been played.
It had been so easy to out Lila, the little wannabe-manipulator. She couldn’t even research a believable untruth, or wait until her ‘friends’ had been lulled into trusting her fully before she overplayed her hand too fast, too much, too soon. It was always better to use little by little–it was more believable if they didn’t realise you’d been doing it for ages, like that frog-cooking analogy.
Marinette sighed faux-sadly into her champagne as she thought of her ex-classmate, whom she hadn’t seen or heard of in almost a decade. Knowing people was definitely the key to life.
Chloe nudged her arm. “The Waynes have arrived for their appearance. I think I see Todd among them.”
Marinette hummed an acknowledgement and drained her champagne, feeling like the bubbles were flowing through her blood as the thrill of the game began anew. Time to go on the hunt.
~~~
Jason Todd was indeed among the Wayne party of four, looking particularly edible in a well-fitted black suit layered over a black shirt. Marinette preferred to add colour and pattern to men’s suits when she could–why were they all so boring; that’s why she liked Jagged so much–but she had to admit the black-on-black really worked for Jason, upping the mysterious aura about him.
Making her way slowly through casual greeting, Marinette eventually arrived at a small circle of socialites chatting just beside Bruce Wayne, Jason Todd, Timothy Drake, and Cassandra Cain, who were mingling with donors.
Bruce glanced over just as Marinette brushed her long hair over her shoulder, leaning in to hear a socialite’s joke. Her laugh was interrupted by her name being called.
“Marinette! I thought that was you! Looking stunning tonight, although you always are, what with having a personal connection to designers, eh?” winked Brucie.
“Bruce! Lovely to see you again. I see you’ve been cheating on me with Audrey,” she looked his suit up and down.
“When in Rome?” he laughed nervously. “Or I guess, New York. Oh! My children! You must meet them!” Collaring his three children attempting to make a stealthy escape, he introduced her to the man she wanted to meet. “Mari, these are my second- and third-oldest sons, Jason Todd-Wayne and Timothy Drake-Wayne, and my daughter, Cassandra Cain-Wayne. Kids, this is Marinette; she’s the designer that made me that suit I love–the one from that Times photoshoot the other year?”
“It’s nice to meet you all.” She shook their hands, letting her fingers rest a little longer on Jason’s than the others. “Your dad is one of my favourite customers.”
“Why’s that?” Timothy tilted his head like a bird.
“He lets me use the fun designs I’m dying to try–all the colourful or ‘different’ ideas. His suits aren’t just a suit off-the-rack or hand-tailored, they’re a challenge and a pleasure to work on.”
“So you don’t like a plain black suit then?” Jason raised his eyebrow, a small smile on the edges of his lips.
“I didn’t say that,” she assured him hastily over his siblings’ snickers. “You pull it off very well.” I’d like to pull it off you, she thought. “Not everyone can wear black-on-black without looking like they’ve still not left their emo stage.”
Several glances were exchanged among the family.
“Did you have an emo stage?” wondered Bruce. “I wonder what a fashion designer’s emo phase would look like.”
Marinette shivered. “We don’t talk about Emonette in my atelier. Anyways, it’s lovely to meet you all. Please ask your dad for my information if you’d like to step out of your shadowy comfort zone,” she winked playfully at Jason. “Well, I see Audrey waving me over, and now I have a bone to pick with her, Bruce. Ciao!”
With a wave, she left them, taking great pleasure in the feeling of eyes on her as she went.
~~~
“Marinette, why are you still up?”
She looked up from the embroidery she’d occupied her hands with while she waited for Jason to get home. “I decided there’s something you need to know.”
“Okay…” He settled onto the sofa beside her, wrapping his arm around her shoulders and pulling her into his side. “What’s up, Pixie?”
“It’s about the start of our relationship…”
“Okay?”
“The whole thing was a ruse. I saw you at a party and you intrigued me, so I stalked you and planned out everything, every time we met at parties after that, what we talked about, even when you approached me it was because I’d planned for you to. I don’t know how to actually express interest in a normal, non-stalkery way. It’s only because I’ve planned it out and prepared for it that I act like I do. I manipulated you into liking me and being my boyfriend, but I can’t live with this secret anymore.”
Jason was silent for a few minutes, breathing deeply. Marinette didn’t dare to look at him, too nervous to find out if it was because he was trying to keep his temper in check.
“Mari, look at me.”
She glanced up, catching a smirk on his lips. She took a second, longer look.
“Why are you smiling?”
“Mari, my innocent Pixie, I know.”
“What?”
“You know I do vigilante work, and I appreciate you waiting for me to tell you about it. Well, I’m the Red Hood. I was trained by Batman and the League of Assassins. My adoptive mother is the master manipulator of the League, and she taught me how to use it and recognize it. I’ve known from the first glance we shared at that party.
“You are absolutely a clever manipulator, Pix, and that’s honestly one of the things I like most about you, maybe because it’s familiar. You may have laid the groundwork for the beginning of our relationship, but you didn’t manipulate me into loving you. Know how I know? Because I love even the things you don’t, even your flaws, things you wouldn’t show me in case it ended your ruse. Well, that won’t work, because I’ve seen them and I love them and I love you, anyways. Good luck getting away from me, my Machiavellian mastermind.”
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Photos are from Pinterest, I own nothing | CARDIGAN AU
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i could be the way forward (i know I'll pay for it) (forever is the sweetest con, pt 2)
Pairing: Jason Todd x Marinette Dupain-Cheng PART ONE Moodboard
Rating: G | Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Ao3 | WC: 1.6k | TW: -
A/N: This is part of a series called The Eras Tour (Jasonette’s Version), a collection of Jasonette-centric fics I wrote for the Maribat discord server Maribat? Get In!’s 2024 Civil War event. Not beta’d.
Years after retiring from Ladybug, Marinette Dupain-Cheng goes by many other names, switching identities as easily as she breathes…until she tries to swindle the wrong guy.
Marinette swirled her olive in the dregs of her martini, forlornly chewing on the other. The chatter of the multitude of people passing through the bar was a welcome background noise for her to tune out as she thought of her ex-partner.
The news anchor’s voice suddenly cut through her thoughts of dark hair and teal eyes. Had he said-
“Oh, he was the sweetest boy, always so polite,” said a little old lady who had appeared on the stool next to her. She looked harmless, but she wouldn’t have survived this long in a city like Gotham without having something up her sleeve. “We all missed him greatly. He was a ray of sunshine, one that Gotham let through her smog to give us all hope.”
Marinette turned to her. “Would you mind telling me more about him and what’s happening? I’m somewhat new here.”
The party was in full swing by the time her limo pulled up to the event hall. The chauffeur opened the door for her, her date for the night getting out and offering his hand in silent escort.
They entered the hall, fashionably late and thus commanding everyone’s attention without even trying. She knew she looked good, having put her own touch on the off-the-rack dress she’d found in an adorable boutique.
She took in the crowd as she descended the stairs, using her temporary height to her advantage. So many dark-haired men here, yet the one she wanted to see wasn’t.
Her date led her to a small group of people by the foot of the stairs, two of which had ‘PRESS’ lanyards over their suit and dress.
“Clark, Lois, it’s good to see you! How have you been? This is my date, Melody Dupain. Melody, these are my friends, Clark Kent and Lois Lane.”
“Pleasure to meet you,” she nodded.
“It’s nice to meet you, Melody,” said Lois. “We just talked the other day, nothing’s changed,” she added to her date.
“Good to hear. Excuse us, the mayor wanted a word.”
Marinette continued on her way, taking the time her date was socializing to scan the room.
She excused herself from the conversation, heading in the direction of the French doors she’d spotted as she came in.
The cool air was refreshing after the heat of the ballroom and cloying perfumes. She found a quiet spot overlooking the gardens, underneath a garden party tent of some kind. Little drops of rain soon echoed calmingly as they bounced off the canvas top.
“May I have this dance?”
She startled, the rain having covered anyone’s approaching footsteps.
“Dancing is a dangerous game. Haven’t you read any Jane Austen, where the characters fall in love because they danced?”
She turned, her breath catching.
He smirked. “Of course I’ve read Jane Austen; I’m not a heathen, what do you take me for?”
“What are you doing here?”
“Watching my ex-swindling-partner attempt to swindle my dad, apparently,” he shrugged. “And just when I thought life was going to be boring again.”
“How…was everything I heard true?”
“Depends on what you heard, but probably. Although the rumours of my death have been greatly exaggerated. I’m fine now.”
“Jay.”
“Look, this isn’t a great place to get into everything. How about we skip the party and go get Batburger?”
She hadn’t even heard the end of his proposition and she grabbed his hand, leading the way out.
“I’ll take you to my favourite gargoyle and we can talk there.”
“Of course you have a favourite gargoyle,” she rolled her eyes at him fondly.
He opened the door to a black Rolls Royce.
She settled in the comfy seat appreciatively, running her hands over the dash. “You finally got your fancy car, huh?”
He chuckled dryly. “Yep. First long con I ever did, and I’m still runnin’ it. Now I’m actually old enough to drive the things.”
“Please just tell me you’re not pretending to be Bruce’s dead son,” she said as they pulled into the Batburger drive through.
“No, I wouldn’t do that…well, maybe. But no, I’m the real dead son. But why are you trying to swindle the guy who has a dead son?”
“Not so dead anymore,” she retorted, waving at him. “Because I had to see if it was really you, homme stupide . I came to Gotham because it’s a wonderful place to hide, and then I found my ex-partner beat me to swindling high society, only it might not be a swindle at all! What did you even need the money for, if your dad is the richest guy in America?!”
He shrugged, paying and collecting their order. “His money ain’t my money. Also, he didn’t know I was alive, and I had some…things to take care of first.”
They climbed up the rusty fire escape to the roof of the building that housed his favourite gargoyle. Jason handed her her burger and fries.
“Your dress looks really nice, Mar. Did you make it?”
“I restyled it,” she sniffed, biting hungrily into her burger. “Thank you for the compliment.”
“Why are you so mad? I’m not even stopping you conning my dad or giving you away.”
“Because I thought I’d never see you again, and then I did and I wasn’t even prepared for it, and now I’m thrown all off-kilter! And I can’t in good conscience hustle your dad, he’s your dad !”
“I mean, if it helps, I hustle him all the time,” he shrugged, bumping her shoulder with his.
“It really doesn’t…okay, maybe a little bit. But I’m still not stealing from your dad! This was going to be my last con.”
“What? Why?” He looked at her, startled. “Are you in trouble?”
“Not as far as I know,” she bit a fry moodily in half. “I’m tired of it. Constantly looking over my shoulder, switching up my identity, never getting close to anyone. I’ll use what I have to settle down somewhere and set up a sewing shop or something, live a boring life and find a husband and have two-point-five kids…”
“It’ll never work.”
Marinette punched his shoulder for his immediate pessimistic shut-down.
“Ow! I mean, you won’t be happy without the adrenaline rush, the danger. But,” he raised his finger, “I have an idea.”
“Do tell,” she said dryly, used to his ideas.
“Marry me.”
She coughed out the fry she’d been eating. “Excuse me?”
“I’m serious. Marry me. It’ll take care of a lot of problems for us. We can’t legally testify against each other, in case our pasts catch up to us. You’ll be richer than Croesus, you can bug Bruce all the time –and it’ll be great leverage for me: “Bruce, how could you date your future daughter-in-law”--and we can go around long-conning society with a permanent identity and no one to catch us.”
“And just how will we do that?” she asked, getting interested in spite of herself.
“I can only tell you if you agree,” he said mock-solemnly.
She punched his shoulder again.
“Ow! If you’re gonna turn to punching me, maybe I'll take it back!”
“Tell me why we’re long-conning society, Jason,” she threatened.
“Because we’re the Todd-Waynes during the day, but the vigilantes Red Hood and Mrs Red Hood (name subject to change) at night!”
She blinked at him. “That makes so much sense. Wait, why will I be a vigilante?”
He gave her a flat look. “Pixie. You told me you used to be a hero. You need the adrenaline rush, that’s why you’re currently a swindler. You can go back to heroing, get your thrills, and feel good about it while you do it, instead of sullying your conscience by swindling old men grieving the loss of their son-ow!”
“Fine, I’ll do it.”
“Really?”
“Yes. But you have to answer a few questions for me first.”
“Only if you answer three of mine.”
“You’re a horrible negotiator.”
He simply smiled serenely at her.
She huffed. “Fine, I’ll answer three of your questions, but you have to answer as many as I ask you. You are getting the better part of the deal, may I remind you.”
“Sounds good.”
“Why do you want to marry me?”
“Ooh, loaded question, right off the bat. Well, I like you. I can trust you, we work well together, we know each other well already.”
“Why did you stay so long with me if your dad is a billionaire?”
“To take care of you. Also, it was nice to have someone around who knew me but also didn’t know me, if you know what I mean.”
“Crystal clear,” she deadpanned. “But yes, I think so. You wanted someone to know you without knowing the past you with all the baggage and pre-made judgments. I felt the same way. Why did you want to take care of me?”
“Why not? I like you.”
“Jason! You can’t just say stuff like that!”
“You wanted the truth!”
“Yeah, but I’m gonna fall off this roof in shock!”
“I’ll catch you then. As long as you’re falling for me.”
Marinette sputtered at his blatant flirting. “ You’ll be falling because of me.”
“I already am.”
“Jason Todd!”
The banter and interrogation continued until all the burgers and fries were gone. Jason sighed, leaning back on his elbows, kicking his feet over the side. “There’s something you should probably know before we do anything else.”
She eyed him cautiously. “Okay…”
“I wasn’t planning on partnering with you, but I felt like there was something between us after the first night. We got along so well after that, and it was an easy cover to keep when I had some Hood business to take care of. But we spent more time together, and I started falling for you. It wasn’t the plan, but I couldn’t stop–and I didn’t particularly want to stop, either. I love you, Marinette Dupain-Cheng.”
She bit her lip hard, willing away the tears. “I love you too, Jason Todd-Wayne.”
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nothing lasts forever (say you'll remember me) (forever is the sweetest con, pt 1)
Pairing: Jason Todd x Marinette Dupain-Cheng PART TWO Moodboard
Rating: T | Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Ao3 | WC: 1.0k | TW: -
A/N: This is part of a series called The Eras Tour (Jasonette’s Version), a collection of Jasonette-centric fics I wrote for the Maribat discord server Maribat? Get In!’s 2024 Civil War event. Not beta’d.
Years after retiring from Ladybug, Marinette Dupain-Cheng goes by many other names, switching identities as easily as she breathes…until she tries to swindle the wrong guy.
“Jump in!”
The red Mercedes screeched to a stop at Marinette’s feet, and she yanked the door open, hopping inside. The car took off before she’d even finished closing it.
She looked up from buckling her seatbelt. “Your timing is impeccable.”
Her chauffeur smirked at her, already passing the ‘goodbye’ billboard at the city limits. “Tell that to my exes.”
“Ooh, self-burn, those are rare. Where are we going now?”
“Anywhere away from the crowds,” he shrugged. “Where do ya wanna go?”
“I don’t care, as long as I’m with you.”
He leaned over, bringing her knuckles to his mouth to press a soft kiss there. “‘With me’ it is!”
Jason pulled over at a roadside motel for the night, the gorgeous view from their window making up for the dubious service offered.
The sunset drew Marinette to it like a moth to a flame, her fingers itching for the familiar colours and rough surface of the heavy-pressed paper she drew on. She could imagine the designs already, showcasing the rugged beauty of night rising.
People usually said night fell, but in her opinion, it rose, creeping up on you gently until suddenly all you could see was the smooth darkness.
She turned to face the wind, letting it blow her hair out of her face, enjoying the last rays of light warming her skin.
“Pixie!” called Jason, climbing up the slight knoll until he didn’t have to shout for her attention anymore.
She tossed him a smile. “Hey, Jay.”
His larger form behind her gave her a strange sense of security, stability. She didn’t know why; they’d agreed when they met that they would leave sooner rather than later.
Ten months ago
“Jason Head.”
“Marie Cheng. Enchante.”
“What’s a pretty woman like you doing here?”
She glanced around at the bar, filled with rougher-looking people than her in her polished pink dress and grey boots and coat. “Hiding,” she said simply, her body language inviting him to join her.
He accepted her invite, perching on the stool beside her and ordering a ginger beer.
Her eyebrow raised, unbidden. He tossed her a half-grin, silently baiting her.
She bit. “I can’t say I expected you to order a ginger beer.”
“And what did you expect me to order?”
“Scotch or whisky on the rocks, most likely. Maybe a lager.”
“I don’t mind one now and again but I prefer to stay away from alcohol when I can. Family issues.”
She nodded understandingly. “Why are you here then, if you don’t drink your problems away for the night?”
“Maybe I have other ways of dealing with my problems,” he looked her up and down slowly, subtext not lost on her. She was well-versed in masculine wiles and countering with her own feminine ones.
She bit her lip, swirling her mocktail around slowly. “Do you deal with your problems in another place, as well as manner, then?”
“I might. Would you care to see?”
“I think I’d like that very much.” She polished off her drink, preparing to close her tab. Jason beat her to it, waving away her protests.
Marinette silently pulled her dress over her head, glancing surreptitiously at the bed to make sure Jason was still sleeping. He didn’t move, like he hadn’t for the past several minutes.
She tiptoed to his discarded pants pockets, fishing through his wallet for loose cash. It was a hard business, being a bandit these days. Everyone paid through credit cards or apps, making one-and-done deals like this much harder to pull off and less financially feasible to make up for the trouble it was worth. Long cons were easier, simply requiring her to make up a new personality for a month or two while she stored away jewels and leftover cash from shopping sprees financed by her target du jour .
A paper in Jason’s wallet caught her eye and she tugged it out from its sticky hiding place after another glance at the bed. Jason Todd was the name, not Jason Head.
So she wasn’t the only one out there still doing good ol’ fashioned swindling, huh. Inwardly, she chuckled at the irony of them ending up together. Well, it had been fun. Adieu, Jason Whatever-your-real surname-is.
She curled her fingers around the doorknob cautiously, twisting slowly so the click wouldn’t wake Jason up.
She’d made it to the parking lot when her arm was seized and she turned to see Jason holding her.
“I think you mixed up some of our belongings in your haste to escape, Marie.”
A couple was much less suspicious than a single person, making their cons much easier. A partner for lookout, for companionship, for intelligent conversation, especially about their line of work, was a welcome find. They agreed to travel together for no longer than a year, as they’d eventually become too noticeable as a couple. Still, while they had each other, they made the most of it.
Now
He wrapped his arms around her waist, speaking softly into her ear. They’d done this plenty of times, but it felt different this time, and what he said confirmed Marinette’s thoughts.
“They know we have a partner now; it would be smarter to split up.”
She nodded, turning in his arms to face him. “You’re right. Promise me one more night before we separate?”
“One more night,” he agreed, kissing her.
She silently pulled her clothes over her head, glancing back at the bed. She knew this time he was sleeping, having become accustomed to his breathing patterns, even his resting heart rate over the past several months. She opened his wallet, sliding several bills in between the soft leather folds.
With a final glance at his sleeping form, she quietly opened the door and slipped out into the sunrise.
She opened her wallet at the bus station to pay for her ticket. Several more bills than she’d had last night peeked up at her. She scoffed a smile, wiping her tears away. He’s already remembering me. Adieu, Jason Todd.
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i knew you'd linger (like a tattoo kiss)
Pairing: Jason Todd x Marinette Dupain-Cheng CARDIGAN AU
Rating: T | Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Ao3 | WC: 0.5k | TW: tattoos, innudeno
A/N: This is part of a series called The Eras Tour (Jasonette’s Version), a collection of Jasonette-centric fics I wrote for the Maribat discord server Maribat? Get In!’s 2024 Civil War event. Not beta’d. This is a deleted scene continuing from my previously-written Cardigan AU (see above). Can be read as a standalone ficlet.
Marinette squeezed Jason’s hand in hers, her grip painful if the look on his face was any indication. “I am going to murder you for talking me into this,” she mumbled under her breath, grimacing.
He coughed on a chuckle. “Baby, we haven’t even started yet.”
She glared at him. “If I don’t have ink on my skin in less than ten seconds, I am–” She broke off as the tattoo gun finally reached her skin.
Her death grip on her too-smug-for-his-own-good boyfriend’s hand loosened incrementally as the itching pain registered, much less than her brain had imagined it to be.
“Oh, that’s not too bad…if you say’ I told you so’, I swear to kwami-”
“I told you it wouldn’t be that bad,” said Jason smugly.
“Fuck you, Jason Todd.”
“I mean, if you’re offering,” he wiggled his eyebrows.
The death glare returned. “You’re not even gonna have a trace to be found once I set the Plagg on you,” she threatened.
He gulped.
She smirked in triumph, then realized what her boyfriend had been doing when the sound and feel of the tattoo gun registered again.
He smiled down at her, rubbing her hip with his free hand soothingly. “It’s not very big, it shouldn’t take too long.”
“That’s what she said.”
The clock in the tattoo parlor struck two, the noise of the chimes loud over the tattoo gun, in the otherwise quiet space.
“What do you think about me getting a matching one?” he asked her.
She looked up at him quizzically.
“I thought you didn’t like them because it made you too…stand out too much. Also, couple tats are not either of our cups of tea. It’s like cringey nicknames or matching outfits.”
He tsked at her, grinning. “Okay, Pixie.”
She rolled her eyes. “‘Pixie’ is cute and has meaning and backstory. ‘Pookie with whipped cream and a cherry on top’ is not.”
“Are you jealous,” he asked her teasingly. “Do you secretly wish I called you my pookie-bear with whipped cream and a cherry on top?”
She faked a gag. “Todd, if you want to leave me with a tattoo of my ex-boyfriend’s initials on my back before the ink is even dry, just tell me.”
“Okay, I’ll stop,” he held up his hands placatingly. “Look, two free hands. You’re done.”
“Oh. Thanks.” She turned to the artist, who was wrapping the tattoo.
They smiled back at her happily. “All done. You and your boyfriend are super cute.”
“Thanks,” she blushed.
~~~
After the tattoo was healed, she took the cover off and examined its reflection in her mirror.
The little letters ‘jpt’ and ‘mdc’ were cleverly woven into the ink, which was a stylized replica of Jason’s lip print. She smiled, biting her lip as she traced the design with her fingertip.
It was perfectly them, and she couldn’t be happier.
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summer's a knife (it's a cruel summer)
Pairing: Jason Todd x Marinette Dupain-Cheng
Rating: T | Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Ao3 | WC: 2.2k | TW: mentions of blood, cleaning wounds
A/N: This is part of a series called The Eras Tour (Jasonette’s Version), a collection of Jasonette-centric fics I wrote for the Maribat discord server Maribat? Get In!’s 2024 Civil War event. Not beta’d.
“So, wanna tell me what happened that you’re halfway to swiss cheese?”
“Not really.”
“Fair enough.” She peered at the wound. “You’re lucky–seems you shouldn’t need stitches.”
“Oh goodie,” he deadpanned.
“Want to tell me why you’re in a place like this, then?”
“Awfully chatty for a nurse, aren’t you?”
“Awfully grumpy for someone getting free healthcare, aren’t you? Besides, you seem like you’d grumble about my lack of bedside manner if I didn’t talk. Excuse me if I can only think about things related to what I’m currently doing.”
To her surprise, he threw his head back with a laugh. “I like you.”
The neon lights of the vending machine cast a colourful glow on the person in front of it, probably a male based on height and body type. His face was covered by the red hoodie he was wearing, but Marinette could tell he was aware of her presence behind him.
Something was off about him. He’d immediately shifted to a defensive stance when he sensed her behind him (it was very rare for someone to notice her when she’d been walking as softly as she had been), there was an awfully clean rip through the side of his hoodie–almost as if it had been made with a knife, and he was almost going out of his way to appear unsuspicious–which was of course the most suspicious thing.
“Are you going to buy anything?” she asked, moving a little closer.
His head turned and she made out dark hair and a strong jawline, teal eyes glowing from the depths of the hooded shadows.
“Go ahead.” He shuffled out of the way.
His voice was a little raspy, but she liked it. He turned on his heel, obviously about to leave, but paused when her voice reached him.
“Wait.”
He waited, something she hadn’t actually expected him to do.
“You look hurt. I’ve got first-aid training, if you want help.”
Those glowing teal eyes met hers, sizing her up as a predator might. She felt judged, but not unsafe, something that should have been strange, given their size difference and the general aura of danger that he exuded.
“Why?” he asked.
“Why not?” she returned. “I have the ability to help someone who looks like they need it. Side wounds are a pain in…well, the literal side to deal with. It’s awkward. And we’ll likely never cross paths once we check out of this skeevy motel; we’re obviously here because we can keep secrets.”
A small smile cracked the lower half of his face.
“If you’re so insistent on helping, be my guest,” he shrugged. “My room’s just down the hall.”
~~~
“I don’t usually go to men’s rooms without even knowing their names, but I’ll make an exception tonight, I guess,” she joked, sensing his nervousness.
Which she found strange–what did he have to be nervous about? Sure, he was wounded, but she was way smaller than him and as far as he knew posed no threat to him; their roles should be reversed. She’d retrieved the first-aid kit from her room, one she’d packed herself before she went on the run.
He half-sat, half-collapsed on the creaky twin bed, a foot too short for his tall frame, while she removed her rings and placed them in her bag, washed her hands, and laid out what she thought she’d need.
“Shirt off, please.” She sat on the edge of the bed, beside him, rolling up her hoodie sleeves.
“Awfully forward to guys you don’t know,” he snarked, pulling the hoodie off, revealing a stained white t-shirt that he pulled off one-handed. She really envied that guys could do that.
“Like I said, you’re an exception,” she retorted primly, snapping the wrist of the glove against her skin. “Ooh, that looks painful.”
He hissed as she prodded carefully at the slowly bleeding stab wound just under his ribcage. “Ow!”
“You can call me Mari, if you decide to curse me out in a minute,” she informed him, using his already-ruined t-shirt to wipe away the worst of the blood, which was already crusting over in places.
“You can call me Jay,” he offered in return.
“So, wanna tell me what happened that you’re halfway to swiss cheese?”
“Not really.”
“Fair enough.” She peered at the wound. “You’re lucky–seems you shouldn’t need stitches.”
“Oh goodie,” he deadpanned.
“Want to tell me why you’re in a place like this, then?”
“Awfully chatty for a nurse, aren’t you?”
“Awfully grumpy for someone getting free healthcare, aren’t you? Besides, you seem like you’d grumble about my lack of bedside manner if I didn’t talk. Excuse me if I can only think about things related to what I’m currently doing.”
To her surprise, he threw his head back with a laugh. “I like you.”
She tapped the adhesive of the bandage down gently. “I’m still waiting for an answer.”
“You sound like my father,” he groaned, covering his face with his forearm. It was a very nice forearm, and the pose really showed off his non-bloodied muscles. It wasn’t a bad view at all.
With a sigh he answered. “I came here looking for a friend. They’d told me they knew something about a thing that could fix something that I have. I couldn’t find my friend at the spot we agreed to meet up, so I went out looking, and then I got attacked.”
“Wow, so specific,” she said dryly, gathering up her things. “I guess that’s safer.”
“You have no idea. Care to share why you’re here? Let me guess…secret lover?”
She snorted, balling up her gloves and tossing them neatly into the garbage can across the room. “No. I don’t do romance anymore, and I have standards, anyways. If I have to sneak around to meet him…big nope from me.”
“Then…you’re on the run from your billionaire father who’s threatened to marry you off to an acquaintance for his business?”
She laughed outright at that, unrolling her hoodie sleeves until they hung at her wrists again and slid on her rings. “Do they do that in this day and age? No, my dad’s a baker, not a billionaire. I’m here because I’m hiding from a group of magical ninjas after me for my jewelry.” She laughed, flashing her beringed hands in his face.
His hand grasped her wrist, observing the silver bands circling her fingers. His touch was warm, gentle, the rough calluses on his fingers providing a strange stimulation that headed straight to her nerves, but his eyes were sharp, wary as he scanned the metal.
“Thank you for looking after me,” he said sincerely, gaze meeting her own.
She remembered to take a breath. “You’re welcome. I’m glad it wasn’t worse. It seems like you’ve experience with injuries of this style, so I’ll assume you know how to take care.”
He grinned ruefully down at his scarred arms and torso. “Yeah, I’ve got it.”
“Great,” she said briskly, dusting off her jeans as she stood up, snapping her kit closed. “Stay safe out there, and I hope you find your friend okay.”
“You’re just leaving?”
“Yep. I’ve done what I can.”
She thought he’d protest, but he only waved. “Thank you. Take care of yourself.”
“Don’t worry about me,” she smiled, stepping out of the room. She heard the click of the automatic lock and leaned against it with a sigh.
It was dangerous, but she was going to stick around here a little longer. She had to, for his sake.
~~~
Noire slipped into the shadows as Jay slipped out of his motel window. He wore a black t-shirt instead of his old white one, but still wore the charcoal-grey cargo pants from that evening.
The last ultramarine tinges of the sunset lingered in the sky, providing just enough light for Noire’s enhanced eyesight to track Jay’s path from the window to the ground, to the streets behind the motel.
Noire easily ran over the rooftops as he made his way through the winding streets of the city, probably looking for that friend he’d mentioned. So much for resting like he should after that wound, but going by the number of scars she’d counted on him, he didn’t live the most restful life. He talked to the girls on the street, a couple street kids that hadn’t hidden at his approach, and one abuela closing up her restaurant for the evening. They didn’t appear to give him anything.
He seemed to sense someone was following him, often turning as if to catch them in the act, or taking deliberately obscure paths that only a stalker would follow him through.
She’d gradually grown closer as the night deepened and the shadows hid her more fully, and she ducked behind a dumpster when he seemed like he might turn around again.
Then she saw them, five of them. All in black, like her; armed, like her; stalking Jay, like her.
Jay saw them, too. She was mildly impressed by that.
“What do you want this time,” he asked one, exasperated.
So they’d done this to him. She recalled what he’d told her before. He was looking for something to fix something he had.
Taking a chance, she stepped out, drawing the ninjas’ attention to her.
“I believe I’m what you’re all looking for,” she said.
~~~
Whoever was knocking on her door before noon should be Cataclysmed, Marinette decided, getting out of bed with a loud groan.
“What?” she snapped, answering the door with all the grace sleep-deprived Mari contained, which was about a thimbleful.
“Mari.”
“Oh. Jay. Got another stab wound for me to fix?”
“Thankfully, no. You’re the person I was looking for?”
“I dunno, am I?” she opened the door wider in silent invitation.
He sauntered in, settling into the rickety chair across from her bed. For her part, she dove under the blankets, relishing the small bit of retained warmth.
“So, I’ve been looking for you because I’ve been told you have a cure for Pit Madness.”
She tsked. “No wonder they’re after me. I wondered why, after all this time.”
“Why do you know the League of Assassins?”
She opened her eyes, sitting up to read his facial expressions. “Wait, those were League ninjas?”
He stared at her. “Who did you think they were?!”
“Uh. Ninjas from my magical sect? They don’t think I’m fit to…know the cure, so they tried to get me to give it up, but I convinced them I was fine with it. Why was the League after me, then?!”
“That might be my fault,” he offered sheepishly. “Ra’s doesn’t want to lose his last thread of control over me, so he was either going to get rid of me after I was cured or both of us if I hadn’t been fixed by the time his assassins caught up to us.”
“I’m going to push him into his precious Pits and then cataclysm them one day, I swear,” she mumbled, collapsing against her lumpy pillows.
She sat up again. “Okay, cure. It’s not that bad in you, so it shouldn’t take long. Plagg, Tikki!”
The kwami appeared at her summons, inspecting the startled Jay.
With a flash of their combined magics, Jay slumped in his chair.
“He should be good as new when he wakes up. It’s best to let him come to naturally,” Tikki warned her.
“Thank you.” She handed over their snacks, twisting Plagg’s ring absentmindedly on her finger as she watched Jay sleep.
~~~
The summer passed far too quickly, Jay and Mari floating along in the haze of budding love. They spent their time together practicing spars, magic, and getting to know each other. They were surprised to find how similar they were in many areas, their compatibility lending ease to their relationship. But one day Jay told her he’d left his responsibilities far too long, and he had to get back to them. With those words, their breakable heaven shattered into pieces.
“I’d ask you to come, but…”
“Yeah, it wouldn’t work out,” she agreed.
“It’s better this way.”
“Yep. Stay safe, Jay.”
“Stay safe, Mari.”
I love you, she thought, but bit her lip instead.
~~~
I love you, she thought, flicking through the photos they’d taken together, the nights she let herself be maudlin.
I love you, she thought, seeing a man in a red hoodie laughing as he played soccer in the street with a few kids.
I love you, she thought, seeing the return of Bruce Wayne’s son, Jason Todd, from the dead, which had apparently been a cover for WITSEC.
I love you, she thought, following the Red Hood to the Batcave, conveniently under Wayne Manor.
I love you, she thought, dressing to the nines in a type of outfit she’d never thought she’d wear.
I love you, she thought, watching Jason’s eyes flash with annoyance as a girl tried to flirt with him while he got a drink from the bartender at the gala they were both at.
“I love you,” she said, gliding up to him in rescue. She’d meant to say Hello, but it was too late now, so she smiled. “Isn’t that the worst thing you’ve ever heard?”
A slow smile took over his face as he looked up and saw her.
“Only if you agree that the worst thing you’ve ever heard is this: I. Love. You.”
“Looks like we’re in agreement, then.”
“All the best agreements are sealed-”
“-With a kiss?”
“We’re in agreement again, it seems.”
And then they agreed for a third time to stop talking and instead tell each other in a different way how much they’d missed the other.
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forever is the sweetest con moodboard
Pictures from pinterest, i own nothing | Chapter One - Chapter Two
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sparks fly (like a fireworks show)
Pairing: Jason Todd x Marinette Dupain-Cheng
Rating: T | Masterlist | Main Masterlist | Ao3 | WC: 1.8k
TW: Mentioned kidnapping, mentioned sacrifice to summon a god.
A/N: This is part of a series called The Eras Tour (Jasonette's Version), a collection of Jasonette-centric fics I wrote for the Maribat discord server Maribat? Get In!'s 2024 Civil War event. Not beta'd.
Summary: Kidnapped to be sacrificed to a weather god, Marinette wishes she'd been a little bit braver in her relationship with her best friend.
July 14–Bastille Day
Paris, Right Bank of Paris
Her wrists were burning, rubbed raw from the rough fibres of the rope tying her to the pillar, but Marinette kept wiggling anyways. What was a rope burn or two compared to almost certain death if she stayed tied to the pillar as a sacrifice to the weather gods?
The rope loosened a bit, bolstering the small flame of hope in her heart. It had flickered more than normal when she woke up from the unplanned nap she’d taken on her way back from the fabric store. She was stripped to her underwear and tied very thoroughly to the cold stone pillar at her back. As Marinette, and near-naked, there was nothing she could do except hope for help.
Help that was unlikely to come. Paris’s heroes had all retired after Hawkmoth’s defeat, burnt out from being forced into heroism as children. She, as Guardian and therefore unable to retire, had up and left, eventually joining Justice League Dark as a reserve magician.
However, even with her League connection, there was only a slim chance one of them would come save her. She was in Paris as a civilian, simply to visit her parents over the holidays, and
hadn’t taken her League communicator with her, seeing no need for it when she was taking time off from heroing. She supposed it just went to show that you might take the girl out of heroing, but you’ll never take heroing out of the girl. Or however it went. She had better things to do than parsing English idioms, like escaping to save a city.
The rope loosened a teeny bit more. Marinette yanked harder, hearing faint cheers from outside the building she was in as revellers enjoyed their time off. They didn’t know that if she didn’t get loose in time, they were all going to die like her, unwilling victims of the god of thunder.
Of course it was just her luck that she was kidnapped, decided to be a perfect sacrifice to hail Taranis, the god the cult that kidnapped her worshiped. She wiggled her thumb a little more, desperate to free herself and break the summoning circle.
The cheering outside grew louder as an announcer counted down the minutes until the firework show. It was past sunset. She only had a few more minutes. Marinette redoubled her efforts, straining against the rope with all her weight.
“Marinette!”
“Marinette!”
She looked around at the second call of her name, thinking she had hallucinated the first one. If someone was looking for her…Squashing her instinct to call for help from around her gag, she bit her tongue and pulled her wrist free a little further.
“Marinette!”
She looked up in defeat, knowing nothing she did would make her dearest friend leave while she was like that. Still, the thought that he could do something, that she was not alone, raised the flame of hope inside her.
He took in the circle of runes, drawn in blood on the marble floor of the bank they were in, glancing between her and the portal. “How much time?”
Her muffled “five minutes” got through to him and he nodded at her, rolling his sleeves up and dropping to his knees. With a muttered spell, he had a small jar of something obviously magical in his hands, which he used to write what Marinette made out to be neutralizing spells around the most potent, dangerous summoning runes.
The cheering increased, but all Marinette could hear was the rush of blood in her ears and the thump of her heart far too high in her chest to be healthy as she watched him work.
He jumped up with a satisfied sigh and headed towards her, slicing her free from the ropes with the knife he always kept on him and sweeping her into his arms. He darted out the way he came in, a small side door, heading for a nearby fire escape to rest under and check on her.
He pulled the gag around her head free, handing her a water bottle to cure her desert-dry mouth.
She drank most of it in one gulp, then remembered it was better to take smaller sips.
“Jason, why are you here?” She hadn’t gotten very far running from him before he came after her.
He grinned at her, that dear, cocky-yet-soft smile she’d been sure she’d never see again. “I’m a Bat, Pix, we stalk people. I came to impose on you and eat your parents out of house and home, but when I met your parents, they said you’d been gone for ages. So I came looking, found your trail, and got you. Why were you there?”
“I got knocked out and kidnapped on my way home. Some cult of this god of thunder thought I was a good appetizer sacrifice to summon him. What did you do to that circle, by the way?”
“Neutralizing runes. The bank will survive, you won’t. It was quicker and had a higher chance of success than completely breaking the circle. There should just be a storm in a few seconds.”
Almost as soon as he finished speaking, the noise of a small explosion sounded from inside the building, covered by the cheers and pops of fireworks going off all over the city.
Jason picked her up in his arms again. “I’ll take you home.”
She settled against his chest, inhaling his comforting smell as they headed towards the bakery.
~~~
The sky had clouded over on the way home, grey clouds punctuated with bright flashes of sheet lightning and colourful constellations of fireworks. A drop of rain hit Marinette’s nose.
Jason set her down outside the bakery door, taking a step back. “I’m glad you’re safe, Marinette.”
She knew he was right, that they weren’t a good idea, but it still hurt for him to set that distance between them. “Thank you for coming after me, Jay.”
“I always will,” he told her.
She bit her lip, uncaring of the rain now steadily dripping down. She’d survived, the rain was a beautiful gift that showed she was still alive. Slowly, she reached out, smoothing his dark hair back from his forehead so she could look into his burning green eyes.
“You’re a bad idea, but I can’t remember that right now,” she whispered, drawing closer until the gap was sealed with a kiss.
July 9–Marinette’s 23rd birthday
Washington, D.C.,Hall of Justice
“Happy birthday!”
Marinette jumped a little, surprised by the several members of JLD and JL lying in wait for her in the Hall of Justice’s kitchen.
“I didn’t know you remembered when my birthday was! That’s so nice of you, thank you!”
Timothy Hunter pushed someone forward so she could see them. “It’s all thanks to your friend over here, he made us all collaborate on this.”
Jason smiled down at her bashfully, a homemade cake in his hands. “Happy birthday, Pix.”
The group surrounded her, singing the birthday song and setting off colourful sparks to go alongside the fizzing sparklers. She blew out the candles with one blow, laughing happily at her friends’ antics.
It was getting late when Marinette finally had time to be alone with Jason. They ducked into the hallway, leaving the noise and merriment of the kitchen behind for a moment. “This was really thoughtful, Jay. Thank you for organizing this.”
“It was my pleasure…even if some of your teammates aren’t a pleasure to get in touch with.”
Marinette laughed, leaning against the wall to support her upper body. “I’m truly impressed that you managed to corral so many of them into one room and there haven’t been any murders or major mishaps yet.”
“It’s all worth it for you.”
She glanced up into his eyes. When had he gotten so close? He leaned in slowly, his fingers tangling with hers. Her eyes closed–
“Hey, don’t think that you’re getting out of clean-up duty just ‘cause you’re her favourite,” shouted Timothy from the doorway, breaking the moment like a bubble.
They jumped away, hand to themselves and eyes on the wall, floor, lockers…anywhere else but the other.
“Yeah, yeah, comin’,” he shouted back. “We’ll talk more later, ‘kay?”
“Sure.”
They never talked more later. Marinette saw him run into Batman, exchanging a quick friendly chat as they passed in the hallway. Batman went on his way to his JL meeting, and Jason headed towards their usual rendezvous spot.
She could see the happiness on his face and the lightness in his posture, and she knew then that it wouldn’t work. So she slipped into the shadows and left before he saw her.
The next day, she sent in her vacation notice to the JLD and the day after that, flew to Paris.
~~~
July 14th–Bastillle Day
Paris, Tom & Sabine Boulangerie
The kiss was everything she had dreamed, turning her flame of hope into an inferno, combusting and sending out sparks that danced among the raindrops. He finally pulled away, looking thoroughly discombobulated, but kept her close with his hands on her shoulders.
“Marinette, why? I thought you left because–”
“I left because I saw you talk to Batman and you were so happy, and I’ve seen how happy you get when you’re telling me about your relationship with him and how it’s improving. He’s suspicious and distrustful of magic users and won’t let them in Gotham, and I won’t make you choose between him or me when you’ve finally gotten yourselves semi-functional!”
She felt him soften at her words, a small smile overtaking his features. “Pixie, I don’t care what B thinks about you and me or just you. If something like this, that he can have no valid argument about, drives him away again, then it’s for the best. Please, Pix, will you date me?”
“Yes!” She kissed him again, too happy to put it into words. She could scarcely believe that her ears hadn’t played a trick on her, the tapering-off rain muddling his words and twisting them into a figment of her wildest dreams.
He picked her up and carried her in, heading up the stairs so they could dry off.
A colourful burst of sparks appeared on the skyline, reminding Marinette of her birthday party. “Look, Jay. I love the look of the world after a rainstorm. It makes the fireworks so much more vivid; it’s beautiful.”
“If you don’t mind, I’d rather look at you. You’re far more captivating than a firework show.”
She blushed, leaning over to peck his cheek. “You’ve got the girl, you don’t need to be such a flatterer.”
“Nay, I must increase the flattery to make sure she stays.” He put her down, pulling her towel off the rack to absorb the rainwater in her hair. “You should probably shower, and then I’ll take a look at those rope burns you got.”
She saluted with a love-addled grin on her face, skipping into her bathroom. He grinned back at her, looking happier than she’d ever seen him before. The fireworks were ending, only a few going off now, but their story was just beginning…and she bet it’d be plenty sparky.
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