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Miraculous and Doctor Who crossover with 13 and her 'Fam' (or any iteration of the Doctor)

WE HAVE BEEN BLESSED ON THIS FINE DAY

WITH IN ORDER EPISODES

I am LIVING

Giveaway (of sorts)

(Because I need assistance for a task)

To any of my followers who play Pokemon Go: I need to add 3 friends to finish a research task

So, anyone who adds me there (and sends me a screenshot proving it either in my messages or wherever) will receive their choice of one of the following:

Early access to a chapter from a fic of their choice

Priority answering on an already submitted ask

Submission of an ask (for a prompt from my ask post or something else entirely)

AAAHHH I LOVE IT!!! (I had a feeling the wording might need to be changed) ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Hi! If you're still accepting prompts: Daminette, "Kiss me, quick!" "I'll knock you on your ass if you even think about it." Thanks 😊❤️

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I had to change the sentence a bit to fit the scene, sorry if this isn't what you wanted! Hope you enjoy tho!!

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Friend zoned, Hard zoned

Her laugh brought him joy, sounding so much like the nickname he had given her,

Angel

When did he start liking her as more than a friend?

Damian and Marinette were currently on patrol. Them having taken a break after taking down a couple of petty thugs. He had been in the middle of recalling something when she laughed - beautifully, might he add - so out of the blue.

"What is so funny, Angel?"

"Oh. Oh nothing. It's just, you look hilarious when you pout." And then she was in a giggling fit, probably recalling how he looked.

Damian was about to protest. But then he thought,

Is it really worth fighting if the outcome of her teasing him was that angelic laugh?

No, of course not.

Suddenly, as if his mouth had opened of its own accord,

"I really want to kiss those beautiful lips of yours, Nette."

Damian's eyes widened and a growing blush was visible from his neck up.

Marinette went red in the face after she heard what he had said.

"Robin... I only think of you as a friend. Besides," At this she side-eyed him before elbowing him in the gut, "I'll knock you on your ass if you even think about it! "

And with that, she promptly tossed he yoyo and swung away, leaving a flabbergasted and friend zoned Damian behind.

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I tried, sorry if it's a bit short.

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Photographs-- Lukanette

For @iggy-of-fans

(This one is more of a one-shot, and everyone is aged up)

Marinette wasn't expecting to find the photo when she went up to the attic for Spring Cleaning that year. There were so many boxes, she had barely remembered what was inside most of them. Old memorabilia, documents, various holiday decorations, etc. She thought she'd seen all of the photos from this day, but apparently she was wrong.

It was from her wedding day. There she was, in a dress she'd designed herself (white with a red sash, sweetheart neckline, detachable train), her hair in a simple updo, slightly smudged makeup on her face. She was passed out at a table at the reception, sleeping soundly against her groom's shoulder (he was also fast asleep). They were smiling even in their sleep, and in the background a few of their friends could be seen laughing at the exhausted couple. Mari had always been known for sleeping too much, but her new husband (she loved calling him her husband) had never fallen asleep in public like that. It had been a long day, though, and as much as both of them wanted to socialize and dance, they needed some rest.

"Mari? You okay up there?" a voice called up to the attic, concern evident in their tone. When Marinette came to her senses, she noticed it was dark outside the small window nearby. How long had she been up there? Did she zone out?

"I'm fine, Babe," she called back. "But you won't believe what I found!"

"What is it?"

"A wedding photo. I don't think I've ever seen this one before."

She heard her husband climbing up the stairs, and before she knew it he had his arms wrapped around her and was kissing her head. His still blue-dyed hair fell in front of her eyes and tickled her face, and she laughed. "Luka, have you ever seen this one? I knew we fell asleep for a little bit about halfway through, but I didn't think there was evidence!"

Luka held up the photo and scrunched up his nose in thought. Marinette always thought that was one of the most adorable quirks he had. "God, we look so young here. I can't believe it's been almost ten years since this," he said. "But no, I don't think I've seen this photo before. I wonder who took it."

"Maybe one of our parents?" Marinette suggested.

"You know what? It doesn't matter. I'm going to go out tomorrow and get a frame for this so we can hang it up in our room," he told her before kissing her head again. "I love you, Nette."

"I love you too, Luka. I--"

A cry from downstairs interrupted the couple's happy moment. But it wasn't a bad cry, not at all.

"Mama! Papa! I wanna play!" The young girl's voice reminded the pair that they couldn't stay up in the attic reminiscing forever. They had a little Melody to take care of, and they couldn't be happier.

I love this addition!!! ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Damigods-Daminette

Okay, so this is both a bullet-style answer and some scene, it’ll make sense hopefully

Also I’m tired and don’t want to fix my punctuation and grammatical stuff from when I was writing on the plane

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Camp Half-Blood just got a new camper: Marinette Dupain-Cheng, daughter of Morpheus (the god of sleep and dreams and stuff)Damian Wayne has been at camp for a long, long while. He lived with his ‘mother’ for a while, a woman who wasn’t actually his mother but an ex-lover of his father who was able to steal his son before he realized the child existed. When Damian was sent to his father at age nine, Bruce had no clue who he was. He believed what he was told– Talia was the boy’s mother. However, his true mother was a goddess. The goddess of strategy, war tactics, wisdom. Athena. This was revealed to him and his father about two years after his arrival in Gotham, when he started to exhibit abilities beyond a normal child’s, along with a strange attraction of paranormal creatures to the city soon after his arrival.The family was visited by a satyr (not Grover– this, for my own sanity, is taking place way after the PJO stuff. Everything is relatively peaceful rn. Go with it.), who suggested that Damian would be best suited to go to the camp to train and learn more about his heritage. Bruce agreed wholeheartedly, and there he went. He rarely returns to Gotham, and though he would never admit it, he misses the place a bit. He’ll probably go back when he’s of age, to take over the family business his father will undoubtedly leave to him, but for now he was stuck in the middle of what was basically Nowhere, New York.It’s been almost seven years since he arrived at camp when Marinette arrives, fully aware of her heritage and what is happening here. She was told when she was young about her true parentage, and was able to home some of her abilities on her own. Her dream and hypnotism capabilities were able to help her defeat Hawkmoth, and she was finally able to leave Paris and know it was safe. She had heard of the camp long before and wanted to visit, but this was her big chance. She would go for the summer, get some specialized training with her siblings, them go to fashion school in New York City in the fall.Damian and Marinette met by chance. It was her first Capture the Flag, and surprisingly, her team left her in charge of the flag. She was the final defense.Everything was going fine until Marinette heard a rustling in the bushes. Out came Damian, brandishing a sword and shield, letting out a battle cry.It was an intense sight, to say the least.Marinette may not have been as skilled with a sword, but she did have a few tricks up her sleeve. After a few minutes of fighting, Marinette had pinned Damian down on the grassy ground below them, both panting and looking at each other with a mixture of confusion and admiration.‘Impressive, for a newbie,’ Damian told her.‘I’m just going to take that as a compliment,’ she told him. 'And nice try.’'Thanks, but I wasn’t really trying to get the flag.’Oh, no.When Marinette turned around to check on the flag, she saw one of Damian’s teammates, a girl named Allegra (daughter of Apollo) running away with the flag. Marinette groaned.'Guess you still have some stuff to learn, huh?’ Damian told her before flipping her over so he was on top of her. 'Maybe next week.’When he got up and left, Marinette just sat on the ground for a few minutes, processing what had happened. She really had to up her game next week to impress that guy (she really thought he was cute, but also she hated him now because he tricked her in combat and that means war). Enemies to lovers ensues.