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#the idea is that Lila is brought to Paris at the beginning of the series and master fu meets her instead of Adrien
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This has probably been done before, but this is a new AU idea I’ve been mulling over
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I'm not entirely sure that your taking requests (I'm only 68% sure) but if you are can you try doing a daminette fiction based on the song Karma (cover by CMKC) with some class salt? (Maybe even some sibling jasonette or some daminette (or maybe even both...?😏) if you can) Btw I love your writing! 💜 (And before I forget thx for doing my requests, the previous ones and hopefully future ones 💜)
Note: This fics original idea had Marinette being akumatized into KARMA, yeah that didn’t happen when I was writing this one. 
I've lost my mind The skies are crashing around me I'm left behind Smoke obscures all that I can see
“Oh, look, honey, our daughter made her first dress. Get the camera.”
A doll sits on the windowsill overlooking the growing garden on the deck. The doll has blue straw-like hair, bright blue color buttons for eyes, and a black stitched smile.
“Get out! You’re nothing but a pest. How could I care for such a child when you couldn’t do the one thing you brought into this world for.”  
The doll no longer sits on the windowsill, but now lays on in wastebasket. No longer did the doll possess the bright stitch smile. Instead, the face lays bare without a stitch in sight.
“Hey, what are you doing out here all alone? What’s your name?”
“K-ka-karma…”
A small blue jay flutters its wings.  
“I’m Jason. I’ll protect you for now on.”
The blue jay chirps.
A bullet sounds off. A small pull of blood surrounds the bird.
“No!” A thunderous boom goes off in the distance. Multiple sirens join the assembly of loud music. A young pre-teen holds the girl close to his chest, blood oozing out of her chest. A hand touches his shoulder. He shakes it off. Never letting go of her.
Beep…Beep…the heart monitor comes to life slowly. Waiting for the young child to test its system. There is no movement. Then there is silence.   
A dark-haired, blue eye teen, stares into the mirror. Her eyes showing no emotions as her body is littered with markings ranging from cuts to words meant to demean a person.
“Marinette! How could you take credit for Lila’s design?”
The mirror cracks slightly.
 “You have to be an example, Marinette. Your peers look up to you.”
Another crack.
“Marinette how you be mean to that poor girl at your school?”
Another crack.
“I thought you were our everyday Ladybug.”
The mirror shatters. All that is left is darkness.
Marinette stares frozen in place. The gloss in her eyes fading away as the glass falls to the ground, blood in her hand as fragments of glass pierce her skin.
She gasps unsure what to do. Her hands never close as she stares at them with fear. The blood continues to ooze out. The room does dark. A thump.
Her frail arms wrap around her legs tightly. She doesn’t move.
When she comes to, it's by the rushing sound of running water. A waterfall, maybe. She looks up and all she can see is white.
“Why did you do it?” A voice pulls her away from the water. Quickly, she turns around but is halted by a pain aching feeling shooting through her body. She lets out a cry.
“I’m I dead?” Her voice was hoarse, she couldn’t even whisper.
“No,” The voice chuckles. The knobs squeal to life. The water stops following, no longer hitting her in the face. “Are you going to tell me what happened?”
Her mouth opens but no words come out. She begins to breathe heavily like there was no air entering her lungs.
“How could you push Lila down the stairs? Here’s a taste to what Lila felt.”  One moment she was standing top of the stairs getting ready to leave, the next she at the bottom of the platform. Everything was hurting. Then darkness.
Marinette eyes flutter open, there the no hard tile beneath her like earlier but now cotton sheets and a blanket. She could feel her body move, one toe wiggle, two taps against her fingers.
“Jason,” She sits up pulling the blanket closer to her chest. There is no one there.
A wave of sadness washes over her. A glossy shine covers her bluebell eyes.
“Hey, hey, I’m here, Pixie.” The voice was comforting. She curls into herself. His arms wrap around her and pull her close. Whatever happened to her should have never happened.
He looks down, a soft snore escapes her lips. A smile appears on his lips. At least she safe and with him. No longer in that toxic environment.
A phone vibrates. It’s Marinette’s.
Jason unlocks the phone to see a series of messages. None of which are good. The hand holding the phone shakes. He tightens his grip. Slowly the screen begins to crack.
“You’re safe now.” He whispers into her ear. “Your big brother is here to protect you.” The remaining source of light turns off. He stays next to her.
“We are meant for each other M’lady. To halves on the same coin. You belong to me and no one else can have you.” Green eyes haunt her dreams. The cold feeling returns with growing darkness that was all too familiar.
She wakes up screaming. Tears rolling down her cheeks. There was no stopping the waterfall.
Jason runs into the room cursing himself. He knew he should have left but his family needed him for a mission life or death.
“You’re okay, Pixie, no one but you and I are here.” She continues to cry into his chest. He doesn’t mind the dampness he welcomes it. “It was a bad dream, Mari. A really bad dream.” His free hand caresses her hair, calming her down slowly.
“Todd what is the meaning of this.” His little brother asks over the phone. Jason watches as Marinette takes small bits of her food before swirling the remains in her bowl before repeating the process.
“It sounds like you miss me, Demon Spawn.” Jason jokes back, half into the conversation. He keeps his attention on Marinette. “Hold on.” He hangs up before Damian could retort. Marinette had pushed her bowl away from her and picks up the spoon. She looks at her reflection.
“Why would Adrien even spare you a glance. You are ugly, dull, nothing you would do would ever get his attention.”
“Argh.” Something snaps. It was the spoon. Breathing heavily, Marinette staggeringly gets out of her chair.
Jason helps her to the floor. He could see that she wasn’t going to make it far in her current condition.
“Am I not pretty enough.” Jason barely caught her words. He must burry any of the anger he has for those idiots for the sake of his sister.
“You’re magnificent, Pixie. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.” He replies. His phone continues to ring with the familiar ringtone, He ignores it.
“Thank you, Jay-Jay.” Marinette closes her eyes. The ringtone lures her to sleep.
“You’ll never be a real designer, Marinette. One word from him and Gabriel will have you blacklisted from the industry before you even put your name out there.”
“I like to see you try.”
“Marinette Dupain-Cheng, an aspiring fashion designer, has been blacklisted on the bases of copying designers for her work.”
“I told you, Dupain-Cheng, you should have back off when you had the chance.”
Marinette curls into herself as the memories flood back into her mind. She’s alone. The old TV flickers in the darkness. The channel continues to change as the voices, tone, and display changes with each click of a button.
“Why can’t you leave me alone?” She murmurs to no one. Her grip tightens around the blanket.
“What the fuck, Todd? You’ve been gone for days on end and being all secretive.”
“I didn’t think you care about my well-being, Demon. I have a life outside of this shithole.” Jason says as he cleans the barrels of his guns. His younger brother growls. He could only raise an eyebrow.
“I will find out what you’re hiding Todd.”
“Good luck with that.”
Jason picks up his guns and disappears within the shadows of the Batcave.
“Pixie,” The door creaks open. A little bit of light enters the room. Marinette is sleeping on the couch, the blankets cocooning her. Everything seems fine.
“So, she’s what you’ve been hiding.”
“What the fuck?” A gun cocks.  
“Is she your girlfriend?”
“No, my sister in everything but blood.”
“Hmph…why is she here?”
Jason sets his gun down and shuts the door. He turns to Damian; the teen genuinely was curious.
“She needs helps and I’m the only one who can help her. Gina tried but the mental and physical abuse became too much to manage. So, for her protection, Gina sent her to me.” Popping the cork off the bottle, Jason pours himself a drink.
“Does father know?”
“If he did, she would have been adopted in the family by now.” Jason pours himself another glass. Damian scoffs at the out his brother is drinking.
“Ladybug is hereby declared an enemy of Paris.”
“Tikki, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry.”  
“What do you mean you’re no longer going to be Ladybug? You’re a true creation soul. A true holder of the ladybug miraculous.”
“Find someone else to do it, Master. You heard the Mayor, I’m an enemy of Paris, no better than Hawkmoth and Mayura.” She hands him the ladybug miraculous. Her red eyes close at the thought of losing her best friend.
Marinette wakes up sweating, her hand immediately reaching for her ears. Nothing. She sighs and curls back up.
“She’s been through a lot Damian, whatever scheme you have in mind leave it be and forget about it.”
Swinging her legs over the bed, Marinette sneaks over to the door. The door opens just enough for her to rest her hand against the doorframe.
“Jay-Jay…” Her voice was a whisper again.
Jason pushes the bottle and glass to the side. He’s by her side examining her. She wasn’t hurt.
“Pixie, you should be sleeping.”
“I had another nightmare.” She tells him. “Who’s your friend?”
Damian shuffles in place. She’s so tiny compare to any of his sisters like the wind could just blow her over without even trying.
“I’m Damian.” He tells her.
Marinette gives him a curt nod. Her eyes lock onto his. They’re green. She could feel her chest tightening. No air could get in or out. The glossy look returns in her eye turn.
Sobbing Marinette screams out, “Je vais le faire, Chat Noir. Je vais le faire, arrête!” She slides the down the doorway.
“Shit,” Jason runs over to Marinette. She blocks her view of Damian. Her lock on the green eyes soon fades to blue. Jason’s eyes. She tightly wraps her arms around his neck. Jason rubs her back. Turning to Damian all while keeping him out of Marinette’s sight, he tells his brother, “We’ll finish this later. Your eye color triggered a memory. And Damian, do not tell anyone about her.”
Damian is frozen in place. So much had happened in the last ten or so minutes. He had met the most beautiful girl he has ever seen and then she has a panic attack, something clearly triggered by previous trauma.
“Okay, I won’t tell.” The youngest Wayne agrees but not without weighing the pros and cons. He left the small rundown apartment with more questions than answers.
Jason turns his attention back to Marinette, who’s sobs turn into sniffles. “He can’t hurt you anymore. He can’t hurt you anymore, Pixie.” Marinette buries her head into Jason’s chest. She takes a deep breath. She can only hope.
Now you've used up all your luck It's time to get what you deserve I'm holding out for KARMA I'm holding out to watch you burn
Years past before Marinette was completely healed. Gina would visit from time to time making sure that her granddaughter was okay. She was ecstatic to find that Marinette was healing even if it was a slow process.
“Are you ready?” Marinette turns to Damian; his green eyes hold so much love and care for her than the green eyes she had grown to hate. Nodding, she takes his hand.
Beyond the doors, a series of lights flashes along with shouts. Reporters are in a frenzy trying to get the latest scoop on the Wayne heir’s beloved. Never once had she made a public appearance.
“Yes, thank you all for coming and showing my family your support. Today marks a very special achievement, my young son proposed to his girlfriend just a couple of days ago much to my second oldest dismay.”
Jason disrupts Bruce’s speech by shouting, “Hey” from his location next to Roy.
“Please welcome my son and his fiancée, Marinette Karma Todd.” Bruce steps away from the podium. The doors behind him open to show Marinette holding hands with Damian. She grips his hand tightly as Damian gives her a reassuring smile.
In Paris, several people are thrown in for a loop. Several lawsuits were issued. Collège Françoise Dupont, the school board was not happy at the treatment of one their student, a student that would grow to become one of the most powerful women out there.
Adrien Agreste, who was outed as Chat Noir, received a sexual harassment charge and a restraining order. The Wayne’s were out for blood and wanted to add attempted rape charge and compensation for all the trauma he had caused Marinette.
Lila Rossi, who managed to keep a tight grip on her classmates was finally exposed. Apparently, her latest lie was about being the mysterious Damian Wayne’s girlfriend. That backfired. She was then hit a cease and desist order along with a restraining order. Marinette had won the war.
Alya, who never learned to check her sources, lost any and every opportunity in her field. She even lost her job because she published a story about her best friend being the Wayne heir’s girlfriend. Thankfully, for the business, that article was only hosted in Paris, but the damage was already done.
Marinette never sent anything to her adopted parents. They didn’t deserve her. She was their servant, someone to help with the bakery. Though they were better than her birth parents, she couldn’t find it in her to ruin their lives. Gina became her legal guardian and that was that.
“I’m so glad that I meet you,” Damian says to her, placing a kiss on her hand. Marinette giggles and pulls Damian in for an embrace.
“I’m the lucky one. You would have thought this would be my future.” Marinette gestures to their growing empire. It was small but with Wayne Enterprise and Damian’s Veterinarian business, they were doing quite fine.
“Can I offer you a dance, Angel?”
“I would love that.”
No music plays just the beat of their hearts as one.
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(Accidental 150 Follower Special) IOTA’s Top 10 Worst Episodes of Miraculous Ladybug (Part 2)
Here’s Part 1
#5: Glaciator
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Here's a good lesson to teach these incredibly impressionable children watching: If you're not in a romantic relationship by the time you're a teenager, you're a loser! And if someone says they just want to be friends, ignore that obvious hint that they're not into you and keep trying to impress them.
Marinette joins her friends to get some ice cream sold by the worst ice cream vendor in the world, Andre. Like, they have to find out where he's going to set up through a series of clues, they don't get a choice to order the flavors they like (and that's not even taking allergies into consideration), and he only gives a single cone to a couple to share while going on and on about how he knows about who someone really loves, and oh my God, why is this man still in business?
Surprisingly, as dumb as it is for Andre to get akumatized over a single customer doubting his magic ice cream, he's not the reason this episode is on the list. That honor goes to Cat Noir.
At the beginning of the episode, Cat Noir drops the pretenses and asks Ladybug out on a date.
Cat Noir: What would you say if you and I met up tonight for a little dinner? Rooftop style?
Ladybug: For dinner? As superheroes?
Cat Noir: Well, yeah. That's right. We're only together when we're saving Paris. I mean, wouldn't you actually like to get to know one another?
Ladybug: I... That's so thoughtful of you, but I can't. I already have plans with some friends.
Cat Noir: Well, if your plans end early, come and join me.
Ladybug: We'll see.
Cat Noir: I'll be waiting, my lady.
Notice that Ladybug doesn't say that she's coming, and mentions that she already has plans. Even the irresponsible Plagg points this out.
Plagg:You seem in a hurry to get stood up.
Adrien: She didn't say she wasn't coming.
Plagg: But she didn't say she was either!
So when Ladybug obviously doesn't come, Cat Noir just decides to mope around, acting like he was left at the altar, and when they meet up to take on the titular Glaciator, Cat Noir gets all pissy that Ladybug didn't come.
Ladybug: Hello, Kitty. Did the bad guys leave you cold?
Cat Noir: (sounding like his staff got shoved up his ass) How was your amazing evening with your “friends”?
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Again, Ladybug never said she was going to meet up with Cat Noir that night, because she had plans. Even later episodes like “Stormy Weather 2” claim that Ladybug stood up Cat Noir, when she DIDN'T! There was never anything set in stone, so Cat Noir can't say that Ladybug stood him up.
Even after the fight, when Ladybug tells Cat Noir that she only sees him as a friend, afterwards, Adrien still thinks he has a shot with her.
Adrien: Perhaps Ladybug will love me someday. I mean, like, I love her. I have to believe. In the meantime, her friendship is the best gift of all.
Dude. Take. A. Goddamn. Hint.
As ironic as the circumstances are, Ladybug just said she isn't into Adrien, and he's still going to go after her. And spoiler alert, his attempts to woo her are only going to get worse from here.
Yeah, this episode is heavy on the romance, and the idealized vision of what the writers think being in a relationship is like. Admittedly, I have a more jaded view of romantic plotlines, as the only real relationship I had ended right before my senior year of high school, and it gave me serious trust issues as a result because of how badly it ended, so I don't want to consider myself an expert in relationships.
But at the same time, that breakup helped me learn to not prioritize being in a relationship, and just focus on self-improvement. If that was the lesson the episode was going for, I'd get it, but we never get anyone say that. All everyone in this episode talks about is how awesome being in love with someone is.
The fact that the audience is supposed to find Cat Noir's behavior charming is disgusting, and I can't believe that Astruc condones this kind of writing.
In addition to continuing the trend of making Cat Noir oblivious to the word “no”, This episode also managed to do the impossible and make me hate ice cream with a fiery passion.
#4: Copycat
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This show is really bad with writing episodes about evil doppelgangers, and like with “Antibug”, it's about Ladybug getting blamed for something she had nothing to do with.
A statue of Ladybug and Cat Noir is being unveiled, but because Marinette is preoccupied with trying to make sure Adrien doesn't receive an embarrassing voicemail she accidentally sent him, she isn't able to attend the unveiling ceremony as Ladybug. So when the sculptor mentions he has feelings for Ladybug, Cat Noir says this:
Cat Noir: Hey, don't mean to burst your bubble, but you know, Ladybug and me, we're a thing, you know?
The Sculptor: Really?
Cat Noir: Yeah, we're like this (crosses his fingers to show how close they are).
This exchange is never mentioned in the episode ever again, despite being what gets the sculptor akumatized.
Copycat, the akumatized form of the sculptor, is a reused character model copy of Cat Noir, and so like every impostor storyline in every TV show ever made, the public immediately turns on Cat Noir when Copycat frames him to the point where the police try to arrest him.
In case you couldn't tell, once again, Cat Noir is a big part of why this episode is so awful. If his entitlement issues were actually brought to light and he learns to not act like he and Ladybug are meant to be, it would have worked. Instead, it's Ladybug who is blamed for Copycat happening. Seriously, Cat Noir gives Ladybug heat for not being at the statue unveiling, like it was her fault the sculptor was akumatized.
Even later on, when Ladybug has trouble telling the difference between the two cats, Cat Noir has the gall to say “Have I ever lied to you, Bugaboo?”
HEY! Shat Noir! Lying is the reason you're Public Enemy #1 right now! You have no right to act like Ladybug deserves your trust, especially after you lied about your relationship with her!
This episode was also a little... uncomfortable to watch for a reason. For point of reference, here is the sculptor before he got akumatized.
While I can't read your mind, I'm going to take a wild guess and assume that you, the reader, are thinking “How old is this man, exactly?”
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For a while, people in the Miraculous fandom were a little creeped out by this man because the episode unintentionally made it look like this grown-ass man was in love with a teenage girl. It wasn't until March of 2020 that Astruc clarified his age.
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But by then, the damage had been done, with some fan works, most notably Zoe-Oneesama's Scarlet Lady, calling his age into question (though ironically, the comic ended with the revelation that he is around the same age as the main cast about five months before Astruc's tweet).
The only thing this episode really accomplished was set the stage for Adrien's worst moments by showing how self-centered he can be, no matter how the show tries to portray his feelings for Ladybug.
#3: Ladybug (The Episode, Obviously)
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This is where the Lila subplot comes to a head because Astruc didn't think it would make sense for Lila to play a part in the season finale, and it doesn't fail to disappoint... mostly because everyone had expectations so low, they've made their way to the Earth's core.
Lila frames Marinette for cheating on a test, stealing her grandmother's necklace, and pushing her down a flight of stairs (despite showing no visible injuries). Despite no investigation being launched, Marinette is immediately expelled from school with nobody believing her except Alya. Why is she suddenly on Marinette's side again, despite falling for Lila's lies so many times before, while reiterating that she's still her best friend? Because the plot says so.
And if the episode was about Alya investigating Lila and proving Marinette's innocence, it would have been okay, and could have led to some great character development for her.
Of course, that doesn't happen, as the idea of Marinette being expelled was that gripping of a plot, as the focus of the episode immediately shifts over to Hawkmoth attempting to create another army of Akumas like what he did in “Heroes' Day”... only for Nathalie's failing health to force him to abort the plan, making the entire moment pointless.
Instead, despite how dangerous it is to transform using the Peacock Miraculous, Nathalie becomes Mayura and creates another evil doppelganger of Ladybug. What is it with the writers and evil doppelgangers of the heroes? Did someone on the writing team really like the Spider-Man Clone Saga?
And when Cat Noir sees the doppelganger, well... I didn't mention a certain scene in “Puppeteer 2” because I felt it would be better to talk about it here.
During the battle with the pathetic wax statues, Cat Noir briefly lets his guard down around yet another evil doppelganger of Ladybug, this time, it's a wax statue being controlled by Puppeteer 2 (even though the way she talks is nothing like the way Puppeteer's minions talked because it was five-year-old girl doing the talking). The wax Ladybug goes in for a kiss, and Cat Noir almost lets her take his Miraculous if not for the wax smell giving it away, and not, you know, the complete 180 she took in terms of suddenly wanting to kiss him for no reason.
Okay, it's a little shaky, but Cat Noir still caught on. He'd never fall for a fake Ladybug just because she said she loved him, right?
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Yes. He seriously took the side of the impostor all because of the sudden love confession. Just how MORONIC can one person be? If Caity Lotz randomly showed up at my doorstep and claimed she loved me, I wouldn't immediately start making out with her. I would want to know what the hell she's doing here, and why she suddenly declared her love for me.
But Cat Noir seriously falls for the fake Ladybug for the dumbest reason possible. He seriously doesn't think it's weird that Ladybug suddenly confessed her love for him?
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And then Ladybug gets the charm that the fake Ladybug was created from, and suddenly, she's a good guy? Before we even get time to think about this, Mayura just erases the fake Ladybug from existence, and now we're supposed to feel bad that she's gone?
Even the expulsion subplot is easily resolved, as after an interesting scene with Adrien coercing Lila to confess in exchange for letting her model alongside her, Marinette is just let back into school with no difficulties. I mean, it's not like her parents would be pissed that their daughter was framed and possibly want to take legal action against the school, right?
And I have to reiterate, this is the last we see of Lila this season because Astruc thinks Chloe is far worse and deserves to be punished for working with Hawkmoth.
Between Marinette getting expelled, a second Scarletmoth attack, and the fake Ladybug, this episode just has too much going on, and it makes it incredibly hard to follow. If it was a two-parter, I think it could have been better paced, but from we got, it's just a mess of a poorly paced episode.
#2: Frozer
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Wow, you probably didn't expect to see this episode on this list. I mean, everyone in the Miraculous fandom loves this episode!
Where should I even start? Maybe the scene from the trailer where Adrien reveals his identity to Ladybug... only for it to be a daydream. Because why would we actually want a reveal or have Adrien confess his feelings to Ladybug without the mask?
Yep, despite Ladybug saying that she only sees Cat Noir as a friend, as well as the fact that she loves someone else, he still can't help but try to make her fall for him. But don't worry, I'll get back to their relationship later on.
After that, Marinette agrees to come to the ice rink with Adrien so he isn't as nervous around Kagami, who is awful in this episode. Remember when Astruc elaborated on Kagami line telling Marinette to not hesitate as a warning to move her ass or Adrien was hers
Doesn't that just make everyone love Kagami as a character, and not as a forced love rival instead?
And this is the episode where the romance subplot in Miraculous Ladybug went from having an interesting concept with the Love Square, and turned it into a generic love triangle plotline thanks to Luka. I love Lukanette, but the whole love triangle only gives less time for the four sides of the Love Square to shine. It doesn't help that Marinette's conflicted feelings are brushed over so we can focus on the titular Frozer, who only gets three lines while akumatized.
And now back to the Whiny Cat Noir Show. For no reason, Cat Noir is suddenly all angry when he sees Ladybug, and just like in “Glaciator”, it's never acknowledged. Though at least here, Cat Noir admits that Ladybug's plan to defeat Frozer is right.
And then there's the ending, where it looks like Marinette is going to confess her feelings to Adrien... only for that to also be a daydream.
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Hey, if any of the Miraculous Ladybug writers are reading this... STOP TEASING THE AUDIENCE LIKE THIS AND CUT THE BULLSHIT ALREADY!
This episode is proof that the romance subplot will just be drawn out even more, all while teasing the audience with potential confessions and reveals just to keep them hooked. And yet, it was only a taste of what the romance would be like in Season 3.
And even then, I still think one episode is worse than this.
#1: FELIX.
I hate this episode. It is among the worst episodes of any TV show I have ever seen. Not just for the writing, but for what it represents. Let's just say that like “Animaestro”, Astruc had a hand in the way this episode turned out, and unlike “Animaestro”, there was a big fallout on Twitter.
In fact, I'm sorry to keep leading you down the rabbit hole like this, but I think this episode deserves its own post. Or rather, its own posts.
For now, I'm going to work on the list of the best episodes to help me recover my sanity.
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Daminette Songfic: ‘Summer of ‘69’ by Bryan Adams
From the Maribat AU of @ozmav
@maribat-archive I’m back at it again >:)
I got my first real six-string
Bought it at the five-and-dime
When he had first been taken in by Bruce Wayne, he had turned up his nose at the prospect of entertaining some kid superhero from France. She wasn’t going to be impressive.
She wasn’t even going to be good!
Man, Damian thought to himself, a smile tugging at the corner of his mouth, was I wrong.
Played it 'til my fingers bled
Was the summer of '69
It had taken forever for them to even consider being on speaking terms, let alone friends. That alone had been a marvel in and of itself.
Not that he’d trade it for anything in the universe. If it came to it, he would probably let the world burn for another minute with her.
“Dude,” Dick had whistled. “You are whipped.”
Again, he’d turned up his nose at the prospect. He hadn’t even known what the former Robin had meant.
But yeah. I had been.
Me and some guys from school
Had a band and we tried real hard
She’d never given up, not even when she was flung into the floor. Not that she did now. Ladybug, Marinette, was and is the greatest girl he knew.
Top of her class, an aspiring designer, with the biggest heart he had ever seen. And not only that, but she was a superhero, saving cities on the daily and pulling the croissants out of the oven.
At least he had a family, people who were there as backup. And not to mention the budget of a billionaire.
She managed with a family who barely knew what she got herself into, a class who had turned against her, and the funds of a bakery. Plus public schooling.
Damn, he mused. If she was one of us, look out Joker.
Jimmy quit, Jody got married
I should've known we'd never get far
Dick had befriended her first. Well, second, after Alfred. But he had taken the first step.
His teasing had never failed to make her laugh, giggles scrunching up her nose and a beaming smile that lit up the room. Ladybug and Nightwing would have late-night philosophy talks, making each other think beyond their boundaries.
She’d taught him to bake, always there with patience when he’d fudged a recipe.
The eldest Robin had shown her more complicated gymnastics (not that she wasn’t already more flexible than most of them would ever be), and acrobatics that turned her every slip and fall into a tumble, and she’d roll right back up onto her feet.
Dick had taught her how to get back up.
Oh, when I look back now
That summer seemed to last forever
Jason had taken her under his wing after Dick.
Whenever she’d curled into a ball, shuddering after a hard practice, he would toss her into the air and take off like a shot, careening through the halls of Wayne Manor. It wasn’t long before her laughs rang off the walls, the Red Hood with a wild grin.
They had the sibling dynamic — there for each other, even at their faults.
Marinette had introduced Jason to color schemes and designs, at least how costumes worked. It was most definitely because of that awful helmet.
Jason, on the other hand, had taught her how to shoot. It was out of necessity, he claimed. If she didn’t know how to defend herself, and her yo-yo was out of reach, she may not have a choice.
Jason had given her the tactics nobody thought she would know.
And if I had the choice
Yeah, I'd always wanna be there
Tim had warmed up to her third, although he had been a bit worried about her age.
As her superhero duties became more needed back in Paris, the two of them started working together at night, on cases none of the rest could crack. The Insomnia Buddies, she’d dubbed them. Or, rather, as Tim called them, the Coffee Crew.
Whenever he became stressed to the point of a breakdown, she taught him meditation, she taught him calm.
The Red Robin showed her computers, and how to bypass firewalls with a tap of a key. Underhanded, but in case she needed the information.
Tim had taught her how to think.
Those were the best days of my life
He, Damian, had taken the longest. It had taken years to become as close to her as the other three were.
But they eventually bonded over common interest and curiosity about the other, growing closer every time they spent an hour in each other’s presence.
Marinette opened his mind to possibilities outside simply what had been placed in front of him. You never have only two choices, she told him firmly, eyes narrowed in determination. Never.
The newest Robin may not have been the first to pick her back up after a tough spar, but he would always be there in a real one, whether it was to take the hit or let her rest.
He, Damian, had given her a real partner.
Ain't no use in complaining
When you've got a job to do
The summers she spent at Gotham had become less of a chore and more like a long-lost family member returning to them. They gained inside jokes, and Skype chats between Gotham and France became more common, until it was almost an everyday thing.
They watched each other grow from bratty kids to mature teenagers, from gangly to sure of themselves.
And man, had her almost literal transformation had him whipped.
Watch out, Hawkmoth.
Spent my evenings down at the drive-in
And that's when I met you, yeah
He’d joined an exchange program to Paris, planning on not telling her, but of course the day he had Jason blurted it out on their nightly video call.
She’d gone absolutely red, and fallen off her desk chair with a loud thud. To this day, it brought a smile to his face.
“R-really?” Her voice had been hesitant, but excited nonetheless. “I can’t believe it! When are you coming?”
Dick, from his position out of the way of the camera, gave Damian a knowing look, a wry grin, and a small wiggle of his eyebrows.
Dumbass.
Standin' on your mama's porch
You told me that you'd wait forever
It wasn’t long after that announcement, when she was in her final year of lyceé, that her video chats had started to become more… tired. She’d change the subject whenever they talked about her classmates or, worse, her friends.
It wasn’t only him who had noticed it. Tim had been the first to pick it up, and immediately set off on finding information about the class. Without telling Marinette, of course.
What he found was no concrete proof, but more videos on the Ladyblog detailed a girl named Lila Rossi.
An awful liar if he ever saw one.
Oh, and when you held my hand
I knew that it was now or never
The detective work lasted a week and a half before it was outed. Marinette didn’t get mad about it, but simply hung her head and apologized for not telling them.
His heart had torn to see his angel beaten down like this.
She was across the ocean, president of a class he couldn’t defend her against.
He, Robin, a superhero, was useless.
The exchange program left in six months.
Too long.
Those were the best days of my life
He went to her over winter break, though. Thank whatever higher power he could.
As soon as he had stepped into her room with the door closed, she had broken down in his arms. His brothers were right behind him, and joined the hug with words of comfort and encouragement.
It had taken her half an hour to calm down, but when she had finished, they were tears of happiness. Happiness that they were there for her.
“We’re gonna make this the best two weeks of your year, little lady” Jason had promised her with a crooked grin, the white patch in his hair tousled.
Tim didn’t miss the way she looked away at the word lady. “Mari-bug, what’s going on?”
She took a deep, shuddering breath, and tugged Damian over to her bed, not wanting to let go of him. “It’s a long story.”
We aren’t going anywhere, angel.
Oh, yeah.
Back in the summer of '69
When she finished, she had had to take breaks three times—three times!—to calm herself down.
“And I’ve almost been akumatised because of this, a few times,” she admitted, her voice a quiet whisper. “I figured out how to not let my emotions get the best of me, though. My parents don’t really know.”
Jason’s expression clearly told Damian he was in need of a skinning knife. Or guns. Guns were faster.
A series of pops filled the room. Dick, an uncharacteristically serious expression on his face, had popped his knuckles. “I think that it’s time some other people knew the harm Lila caused.”
“And if she gets akumatised,” Damian added, “she’s well deserved it.”
“She can’t keep going like this and not receive the consequences,” Tim put in. “It’s not right.”
Hell’s coming to Lila Rossi.
Man we were killin' time
We were young and restless
And the damned Lila situation didn’t even begin to cover Chat Noir. But Marinette insisted they get away from the topic.
She was on winter break, dammit, and Jason was hellbent on making good on his promise.
Tim had the best idea, oddly enough. An arcade.
While Damian had found the concept childish at best, the way Marinette’s eyes lit up at the prospect quickly stilled any protest.
To the flashy lights and cheap prizes we go.
We needed to unwind
I guess nothin' can last forever, forever, no! yeah!
Once they got there, Dick was quick to pull out his credit card and get a near- unlimited token supply. He nudged Damian with a sly grin. “Get her a big prize, loverboy.”
Thankfully, he said it out of her hearing range. Then he pushed him over, and they toured the arcade together.
Naturally, Jason was a master at the shooting games. Tim was an unexpected genius at Guitar Hero. Dick, of course, managed to beat the highscore on DDR by a good hundred thousand points. Show-off.
You deserve all the joy, angel.
And now the times are changin'
Look at everything that's come and gone
The two weeks had come and gone like nothing. But the two months afterward were an absolute hell of a waiting game.
But Marinette was happier, knowing that her Gotham friends were there for her.
“He’s still whipped,” Dick cackled one night after a video call.
Tim grinned, and ruffled Damian’s hair. “I can see why.”
He’d only growled at them, but they persisted anyway, giving bad advice they knew full well was awful.
But what else were brothers for?
Sometimes when I play that old six-string
I think about you, wonder what went wrong
The exchange program left them in Mlle. Bustier’s class. Well, at least Damian and a few schoolmates.
He could see just how bad the class was for himself.
At his first step into the class, he had been mobbed by a tanned brunette (Lila) claiming to be his lost soulmate, which he quickly and sharply shut down, and proceeded to sit next to Marinette.
Damian could hear her fake sobs from all the way in the back.
“Can you believe it?! He doesn’t remember me!”
Oh, fuck off.
Standin' on your mama's porch
You told me that it'd last forever
He stood, furious, and proceeded to give a thorough explanation on why she was wrong, a liar, and an awful person.
“I’ve never met you, I’ve known Marinette since I was ten, and I don’t see how the daughter of a single French domestic diplomat would ever meet an American at a charity gala in Gotham!”
Silence.
Then explosion.
Not fiery, of course. Of apologies, launched directly at Marinette.
She simply raised a hand to quell them in their tracks. “Some of you I will be able to forgive. Some of you I will not be. Thank you for your apologies.” Her tone was nowhere near the broken girl who had sobbed in his arms two months ago. She was reforged, stronger than steel.
And with a head held high like that, nothing can bring you down.
Oh, and when you held my hand
I knew that it was now or never
Nathanaël, Alix, Ivan, Myléne. They were able to be forgiven easier than the rest.
Sabrina and Chloé, she was neutral to. They, if they wanted to gain her trust, had a neutral starting ground.
Max, Kim, Nino. They were forgiven less easily, and would take weeks to even be on friendly terms again.
Alya, Lila, and Adrien she probably never would.
And he was perfectly fine with that.
They don’t deserve her.
Those were the best days of my life
Near the end of the exchange program, he took her to the Eiffel Tower as the sun set, overlooking all of Paris. He wasn’t nervous, of course he wasn’t. Damian Wayne, nervous in front of the girl he had been absolutely whipped for for the better part of a year?
Oh, you better believe it.
At the top tier, he covered her eyes for the entirety of the ride.
“Damiaan.” She was struggling to hide giggles. “I’ve seen this before, y’know?”
“Nah,” he grinned. “You haven’t.”
The top deck was empty, devoid of any and all tourists.
And then the fireworks started, filling the sky with all the colors of the rainbow.
Worth it.
Oh, yeah
Back in the summer of '69, oh
She grabbed his hand, eyes widening in surprise as a dazzling smile swept any amusement off her face and replaced it with wonder. “Oh my God, Dami.”
“I told you, you haven’t seen this before.”
“Wait— you— for me?”
Don’t you dare freeze.
“For you,” he agreed. “I love you, Marinette.”
Those words had been like weights—saying them the first time was hard.
It was the summer of '69, oh, yeah
Me and my baby in '69, oh
She didn’t say anything, only turned her gaze away from the fireworks and to him, the colorful explosions mirrored in her silver eyes. She was close, he could quite distinctly smell the strawberry lip gloss.
“Dami, I…” Hesitation. Shit.
Then, she launched herself at him, arms going around his neck as she crushed him in a tight hug. His arms came up to pull her close.
“I love you too, you extra idiot!”
Oh.
It was the summer,
They had shared a first kiss then, beneath the fireworks and the stars and the moon.
Neither of them were particularly any good, and she kept giggling, but he wouldn’t have traded it for anybody else.
Nor anywhere else.
Never in the world.
the summer,
This time, after she had graduated université, started as a designer, and finally moved to Gotham, they didn’t have to wait for time zones.
This time, as he caught his breath when he saw her in dazzling white, they would never have to wait again.
And this time, they could face things together.
Was he still absolutely whipped for Marinette Dupain-Cheng?
Always.
the summer of '69, yeah
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Good morning all!! I promise I’m going to get to the Cuba v DR inquiries in my inbox as soon as I adult lol I’ve already established it’s going to be my reward for putting the last coat on the kitchen and hanging pictures in the basement! For now, let’s enjoy a new episode of Cuba v DR!
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EPISODE 5
“Oh fuck,” Lila groaned and laughed as she kissed down Izzy’s naked skin, collapsing on top of the girl, both basking in the aftermath of an orgasm.
“Mmm, please come to New York more often,” Izzy purred as she heard the front door open. “That’s my brother.” She didn’t want to move, arms and body weighed down with exhaustion.
“Izzy!! We’re home, and we brought you guys dinner,” Rafael called out.
“I go where the wind blows,” Lila said softly, looking over at Izzy. “You should come with me,” she suggested.
Izzy snorted a laugh. “You go where the checks pay, dork,” she kissed her passionately.
“That’s usually where the wind blows,” Lila replied in a chuckle.
“I wanna stay here with my brother, I’m just getting to really know him.”
“Well…I guess if I found a steady gig in one place, I could plant. I dunno, I kinda like seeing the world, going from place to place,” Lila answered. “But someday, I’ll get married, and she and I will live wherever our hearts are content. Maybe New York…or Paris,” she whispered, kissing Izzy’s shoulder.
“I’d love to live in Paris someday,” she smiled and nuzzled her nose against Lila’s. “Maybe have a kid or two,” she whispered seriously.
Lila smiled back at her, sighing softly just as the bedroom door opened.
“Izzy, we bro–” Rafael stopped dead in his tracks, looking away from the two on the bed. “Jesus Christ,” he sighed under his breath, closing the door again. “If you ladies ever want to eat…food! Eat food, it’s in the fridge,” he called through the door, moving back to Roxie and pointing towards the bedroom. “They’re having sex,” he said with a grossed out look. “Has no one ever heard of locking their doors?” he mumbled. “Least put a sock on the knob.”
She giggled, “Lila doesn’t have another gig in the states for almost a year, she came down specifically to see your sister. They’re going to get married someday, Lila’s entire new album is about Izzy. Don’t tell her though,” Roxie winked.
“That does not mean they can’t lock the door. I saw entirely too much, more than I ever wanted to see of my sister,” he replied. “That is sweet that she came though. I like Lila for Izzy, Cleo is…nice, but she’s best for Eddie.”
“Lila likes Lila for Izzy too,” Roxie giggled. “My money is that they’ll be married long before we ever get to it,” she said seriously. She knew Lila was determined. The girls loved each other, even if they didn’t know it yet.
“Excuse me, and how could you possibly know that?” he asked, feigning offense.
“Because I know them and I know us,” she giggled.
“What exactly is that supposed to mean?” he asked, now genuinely curious.
“You and I will take our time, we’ll cherish every moment, spend every kiss like it’s our first and last all at once. We’ll build up to the moment. But Lila and Izzy are both kindred spirits, they need freedom and spontaneity. They’ll probably get married somewhere crazy the same day Lila asks.”
“Alright,” he replied, kissing her lips. “I’ll give you that one,” he added against her mouth, kissing her one more time. “So what would you like to do tonight? We can take in a show, go to dinner, maybe a romantic carriage ride through the city. Anything you want. Your wish is my command.”
“No carriage rides, I think it’s terrible what they do to horses,” she said softly. “Do you have the carriages carried by people? Those are fine.”
He chuckled. “No, no carriage carried by people,” he replied. “Okay, forget the carriage ride. How about I just take you on a sunset sail to the statue of liberty?” he asked, winding his arms around her waist and wiggling his brows a little.
“I like that idea,” she smiled. “But, I could also love staying in bed.”
“Anything you want,” he whispered against her cheek, softly swaying her back and forth in a stationary circle.
She giggled, moving and tickling him, kissing his jaw and poking him right in the forehead with her index finger.
“Tag, you’re it.”
“Really? I’m a grown man, Roxie…” he replied in a smirk, shaking his head slowly before he started to chase her around the living room.
She giggled nervously as she ducked his attempts to catch her, him laughing along with her. Finally his arms shot out and caught her around the waist, hoisting her onto his shoulder and playfully spanking her ass.
“What are you gonna do now, young lady?” he teased, gently pinching beneath her ass cheek. “Hm?”
She was laughing, a mess of giggles and screams, nipping at his shoulder blade and growling. “To the bedroom!” she demanded with a happy laugh.
“Yes, ma’am,” he answered in a chuckle, carrying her into his bedroom and gently kicking the door shut. Setting her down on her feet, he smirked down at her, cupping her face and kissing her forehead.
She grinned at him and kissing him, so in love in that moment.
“Make love to me,” she ordered.
Smiling down at her, he reached down and slowly peeled her shirt off, letting his fingertips graze over her skin. Reaching back after a few moments, he unclasped her bra with nimble fingers and pulled that off as well. He dipped his head, hand cradling her cheek as his mouth connected with hers in a soft, sensual kiss. Moving his lips down the length of her neck, he nibbled on her collarbone, continuing to her breasts. He took first one nipple into his mouth, then the other, sucking softly and tenderly biting down.
As he kissed down her stomach, Rafael got down to his knees in front of her, hands working to get her pants off, licking his lips at the sight of her panties. He nibbled on her lower belly, kissing every inch he could reach, keeping away from her center for the time being.
“Oh Rafael,” she breathed and shuddered as she tried to arch up towards his mouth. “I need to feel you inside of me, nothing else right now,” she begged. “I just need to feel your cock inside of me.”
“You asked me to make love to you,” he purred against her belly. “And it’s been awhile since the last time we were together.” He kissed the juncture that connected her thigh to her hip. “So I’ll be taking my time,” he said firmly, standing up and moving behind her, hands stroking over her soft skin before one paw drifted down her stomach.
He turned his head to nibble on her ear, laying kisses over her neck while his fingers dipped into the front of her panties. Groaning at the wetness that met his digits, he looked over her shoulder to watch himself touch her, free hand cupping to firmly cup her breast and roll her nipple between his thumb and index finger. His cock was straining against his jeans and he rocked his hips forward to let her feel him.
“Can you feel how hard I am for you, mi amor?” he purred against her ear.
She groaned and nodded breathlessly. “Yes I can feel you,” she whispered. “You feel so big, Rafael I want you.”
“Papi,” he purred against her jaw, one, then two fingers sliding into her pussy and beginning a slow in and out pace, which his hips mimicked against the small of her back.
“Oh god, please, papi,” she begged as a shiver ran down her spine at the words. She was much more vocal this time, back arched as she gasped and writhed in pleasure.
Humming against her neck, he withdrew his hand and gave her a light spank.
“Lie on the bed,” he whispered and waited until she obeyed before taking his shirt off, tossing it on the floor.
He took his time with his jeans, but discarded those as well, stepping closer to in order to pull her panties off. He licked his lips when her sex came into view and bent to give her an open-mouthed kiss on her clit. Turning her over onto her stomach, he gave her another playful spank, pushing down his underwear and climbing on top of her. His knee nudged her legs open before he lined himself up with her entrance and pushed into her slowly.
Rafael groaned deeply as his hips touched hers, his hands bringing her wrists to rest above her head as he dipped to lay wet kisses over her back. He gave her time to adjust, tucking his knees under her thighs.
“Is this what you want, cariño?” he purred against her ear. “Hm?” He accentuated the last inquiry with a deliberate roll of his hips.
She nodded desperately, cheeks flushed red as she licked her lips and begged. Smirking to himself, he began to move inside her, slow but intense. One hand moved under her chin to pull her head back far enough to kiss her forehead, then her nose. He reached lower, kissing her lips upside down.
She gasped, moaning against his mouth, whining and panting as she kissed him with everything she had. He sighed audibly, moving his kisses over her cheek, down to her neck where he bit the spot that led to her shoulder. He groaned at the mark he left, moving a little harder against her as one hand rubbed over her frame, settling on her hip. Planting another series of sporadic, wet kisses over her skin, he moaned loudly.
“Does that feel good, mi amor?” he growled against her skin.
“Yes, papi,” she whimpered obediently, legs spread further.
“Tell me,” he whispered, thrusting harder and a little faster. “Tell me how much you like it.”
“I need your cock, I love it. I’m your girl, your Roxie,” she whispered. “Make me yours.”
“Now, now, cariño, if you whisper, how can you be sure I’ve heard you?” he asked playfully, lightly biting her earlobe before he got to his knees, gripping her hips and pounding into her even harder. “Tell me again how much you love my cock,” he purred.
“I love it,” she whimpered louder this time, gasping and slamming back against his cock. “Give it to me, please, please.”
Rafael groaned, the steady sound of slapping skin growing louder in the room as he bottomed out inside her. Suddenly he stopped, laying back on top of her and rolling them over until he was on his back, her reclined on top of him. His knees held hers apart as his hands ran over her stomach.
“I think you’ll love this position, because look now how easy it is for me to do this,” he whispered, still thrusting up into her as his hands moved up to massage her breasts, pinching her nipples. “Plus, can you feel how well my cock is sliding against the special, sweet spot inside you?”
She could barely breathe she was feeling so perfect, dripping wet as she whined and covered her mouth to keep quieter. His head turned to nibble on her ear, and he suddenly felt the need to be able to look into her eyes when they came. Rolling them over again, he pulled out, earning a whimper from her. Smirking, he turned her onto her back, mounting her again and sliding right back in.
“Extend your legs and wrap them around mine,” he whispered, arms framing her beautiful face as he kissed her deeply.
She did what she was told and smiled, kissing him back breathlessly and looking into his eyes.
“Rafael,” she whined.
He moaned, beginning to move again, this time deep and slow, with just enough intensity to keep her on the edge.
“I love you so much,” he mumbled. “And now I want you to be a good girl, and come for me,” he said, his voice reclaiming his dominant tone as he arched slightly to repeatedly hit her gspot.
She gasped passionately and came hard, raking her nails painfully down his back and kissing him as his own release quickly followed. Grunting against her mouth, his tongue tangled with hers, hands threading into her hair as he thrust through their orgasms. Breaking their kiss gently, he panted against her cheek as he relaxed against her. He dropped sweet, tender kisses over each of her eyes, her nose, over her neck.
She held him close, breathing hard as she licked sweat off his body, kissing him hungrily.
“I am so in love with you,” she whispered. “Move in with me,” she mumbled against his skin. “We can buy a place.”
He smiled, kissing her softly again, groaning a little before he pulled back and licked his lips as he looked down at her.
“I thought you said you wanted to get your own place,” he answered breathlessly.
“Why delay the inevitable? I love you, and I want to live with you, I want to be with you.”
“I love you too,” he answered, kissing her again, he wasn’t able to get enough of her. “Roxie, you just got here. We just started dating,” he whispered gently, stroking a hand over her hair. “Let’s just slow down a little, until you get your footing,” he added, kissing over her cheeks and nuzzling his nose against her. “You haven’t even had a chance to explore the city yet. Let’s enjoy each other now that we can finally, really be together.”
Roxie took a deep breath and nodded, her face fell but she just rested her head against his neck.
“Please don’t be upset while I’m still inside you,” he said with a smirk, kissing her neck. “Relocating to another country is already such a huge step, we don’t have to go through all the steps at once.”
She nodded, still silent, and pressed kisses to his skin.
“Roxie, please talk to me,” he whispered, picking his head up to look down at her. His hand lovingly stroked over her hair.
“There’s nothing to be said, love, I know you’re right,” she said honestly.
He frowned a little, “Why do I feel as though I’m hurting you?” he asked softly.
“You aren’t hurting me, it’s just disappointing,” she smiled a bit.
“That’s even worse, I never want to disappoint you,” he replied, stroking her cheek with the back of his fingers. “Never.”
“Can I share my irrational feelings and then let you hug and kiss me.”
He nodded his head. “Please.”
“I took a leap, a split decision to move here…it’s selfish but I want to know that I’m not leaping…alone.”
He shook his head, smiling a little down at her.
“You’re not,” he whispered. “I do want to live with you, but it would be selfish of me if we did. I know that you have a better chance of carving out your own life here if you get your own place for now. I don’t want to become your whole world and watch you lose your identity. I love you so much, I want you to be happy here, not just because of me but because you’ve made your own footprint in this city,” he answered. “You were never leaping alone,” he added.
“Now I want the hugs and kisses to make it better,” she whispered.
“I love you,” he whispered against her mouth, kissing her passionately. “I love you,” he said again, moving his smooches over every inch of her face. “I love you so much.”
She smiled and nodded, “I love you too.”
Nevada and Omar sat across from Jasper, waiting for the Englishman to get off the phone. When he finally did, Jasper smiled at the two men in leather sitting in front of his desk.
“Gentleman, to what do I owe the pleasure?” Jasper asked, leaning back in his chair.
“Los Tiburones,” Nevada began. “We paid them a little visit today, give them a chance to back off and fall in line. They weren’t having it. We got plans for tonight pero…his daughter. She might be a problem. Figured maybe a problem you could help us with,” he said.
“Of course. What do you need?”
“Esta muchacha is an aspiring comedian. She’s got her first set tonight at the Apollo off 117th, ten o’clock. You know any big names that can offer to make all her dreams come true after they’ve seen her set?” Nevada asked.
Jasper nodded, “It can be arranged.” He took out a small box and slid it over to Omar. “For your fiancé,” he said gently.
Omar furrowed his brows, taking the small box and nodding his head.
“Thank you,” he said softly.
“Bueno, then we go as planned tonight. Maybe do a little shopping at their bodegas, you know. Browse a little bit,” Nevada mused, standing up and shaking Jasper’s hand. “We’ll get in touch when it’s done. You might wanna give your people a heads up. They ain’t gonna take this shit lying down. They’re gonna retaliate, we don’t know who they’ll go after. So watch your ass, mi hermano.”
“Will do,” he smiled and nodded at Nevada. “I have a meeting across town, but I will be in touch, my phone is always on for you,” he nodded to each gentleman.
Nevada nodded, gesturing to Omar to follow him out. “Alright, and you’ll set that up at the Apollo, si?”
“Consider it a done deal.”
“Chevere,” Nevada replied, nodding. He and Omar walked out, saying goodbye to the secretary on their way out.
When they got back to the SUV, Nevada looked over at OJ.
“We all set?”
“The Jefe’s will be at the warehouse on 180th in thirty minutes,” OJ replied, earning a nod from Nevada.
Omar stared at the box and frowned. “How did he even know I was engaged?” He snorted a laugh and turned to Nevada, shaking the box. “He got me a gift before you two fuckers did.”
Nevada looked back at Omar with a smirk.
“Blackwood’s got eyes everywhere, mi hermano,” he replied. “Y oye, we’re getting you something sentimental, pendejo.”
“Yeah, bro. That shit takes time, and imagination,” OJ chimed with a smirk of his own.
“Yeah, unless you want us to get you one of those strap-ons. We know how bad you’ve wanted one of those,” Nevada teased, laughing heartily. “You’ll get your fucking present. Pero, oye, no es por nada pero you never got me and Dama a present for our engagement ni un carajo. So I don’t know why you’re giving us shit about it,” he added with a playful nudge.
“Oye pendejo, who do you think bought you guys that new China set? Your wife wrote me a thank you note for it, she even put your name on it,” he laughed. “As if you’d ever write a fucking thank you note, she makes the kids write them too, got one from Eddie for letting him stay there for a while.”
“Jesus, thank Christ she doesn’t ask me to write them,” Nevada mumbled.
Omar laughed, “I think it’s nice she teaches them manners. Even Lily drew Amber and I a picture as a thank you for her birthday present.”
“You’re the only rude one in that family,” OJ chuckled.
“Fuck you, bro. You know you don’t write thank you cards either,” Nevada shot back as they pulled up to the warehouse. “Don’t think your wife doesn’t complain to me all the time ‘Aye hermanito, es que he never wants to help me do anything. Not even thank you cards.’” He did his best impression of OJ’s wife.
“Who the fuck wants to write ‘thank you’ cards?” OJ replied and Nevada laughed as Omar shook his head absently, smile on his features.
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