Hey Guys Catch Me Being 2 Seconds Away From PASSING OUT Over Here

Hey guys catch me being 2 seconds away from PASSING OUT over here

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Daminette December-- So Close (And Yet So Far), Chapter Seven “Dancer AU”

(The song they're dancing to is 'Teeth' by Five Seconds of Summer. I'd recommend listening to it while reading to get the mood.)

(Also, I really wish I was a professional choreographer or something because I can picture this routine in perfect detail but I am terrier at instructing people and also I can't dance to save my life so for now and forever this masterpiece is stuck in my brain)

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“Please?” Marinette begged.

“No. Not a chance,” Damian replied.

There was silence for a moment, and Damian almost wondered if Marinette had hung up on him. He would never admit it, but when she spoke again he was a little startled.

“If you don’t help me, I’m destroying the jacket you commissioned me to make,” she told him. Normally, she wouldn’t resort to blackmail, but she was desperate. Her partner was MIA, and nobody else was around to take their place for practice. Felix had a chemistry exam that afternoon, Claude was off campus, Allan was at a track and field meet, and Allegra was working on her own project for the same class.

Damian groaned. “Seriously? All this for one dance?”

“It’s my midterm dance!” she told him. He was sure if she was standing in front of him, her face would be all red and she’d be staring up at him angrily, acting like she was actually intimidating (she was to others, of course, but not to him). 

“Fine, fine,” he conceded. “But I’m not going to be happy about it.”

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When Damian arrived at the dance studio, Marinette was already at the barre, doing stretches and hyping herself up. The dance was an intricate one that required a lot of energy and confidence, and she needed time to prep.

"You know I'm not familiar with the routine, right?" Damian asked as he entered the studio. Marinette jumped in surprise but was quickly able to steady herself again.

"Don't worry, I learn best by teaching," she told him. "Now come on, we have to stretch." She neck Ned for him to join her at the barre, and for the next twenty minutes they stretched and Marinette once again apologized for the last-minute request.

"If Thomas was able to be here, he would," Marinette told her interim partner. "But to be honest with you, I don't know if he's as invested in the piece as I wish he was. It requires a lot of emotion and storytelling without saying a word. But basically, just so you have an idea, the plot is a fighting couple, where the guy--that's you-- is trying to repair the relationship, while the girl--me-- is not as innocent as she seems and isn't exactly a good influence on her partner. It ends poorly.

And I'm not expecting you to be perfect at it, but I need someone here to work off of, if that makes sense." Damian nodded in understanding before she continued. "Okay, good. You ready?"

"Why not?" Damian asked.

Marinette laughed and grabbed a remote off the ground by her bag in the corner, and the song they were dancing to started playing. She slipped the remote into her pocket for safekeeping.

"I'm just going to show you my part first, then I'll show you yours, then I'll help you when we put them together," she said over the booming music.

/Some days you're the only thing I know/Only thing that's burning when the nights grow cold/Can't look away, can't look away/Beg you to stay, beg you to stay, yeah/

Marinette performed the first few moves with grace and poise. She looked like she'd been dancing her whole life. Her expression changed, and her normal smile was replaced with a calculating smirk as she started to tell her story with the music.

After the first few bars were over, she grabbed the remote and paused the music. "Okay, now here's your part."

She wasn't as proficient with the guy's part as her own, which made sense, but Damian knew that someone who didn't understand dance wouldn't see a single thing wrong with her performance.

"Do you think you can do that?"

"I won't be as good as you, but I can try." He could have sworn he saw a blush on Marinette's face for a minute, but that might've been a trick of the light or from her dancing.

Marinette started the music again and the two danced together this time. Damian had greatly underestimated his own capabilities, it seemed, as he was easily able to recreate and execute Marinette's steps, even adding a little flair of his own in the fly. Marinette was undoubtedly impressed, and in her head she thanked fate for making everyone else unavailable that day so she could dance with Damian.

"Wow, that was fantastic!" she told him. "Ready for the next part?"

"Yes, I think I am."

The music started again from the beginning. Marinette did the first steps again, but this time she kept going and added in the next few steps.

/Sometimes you're a stranger in my bed/Don't know if you love me or you want me dead/Push me away, push me away/Then beg me to stay, beg me to stay, yeah/

They repeated the same routine as before, Marinette beautifully executing the steps she choreographed (Damian was surprised to learn that she made the routine on her own, and that her partner was unable to help her due to what Damian believed was utter incompetence but Marinette called 'personal reasons' and the fact that he had never danced before this class), Damian surprising Marinette with his ability to catch on to and individualize the routine.

It was at the bridge of the song when things changed.

/Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand/You're looking at me like you don't know who I am/Blood on my shirt, heart in my hand, still beating/

"So with this part, you're going to get down on one knee and hold out a rose to me," Marinette said, demonstrating. "Allegra promised that she'll sit in the front so she can throw the rose to Thomas when this part of the song starts because neither of his can hold it during the rest of the song, and then he'll throw it back to him or backwards on the stage, whichever feels right in the moment. That part isn't as relevant. Meanwhile, I'll be doing a pirouette, and when I stop I'll hold my hand out to you. You won't grab it the first time, but you will the second time. So it's," she stopped to demonstrate.

"'Blood on my shirt,'" she said, putting an accent on shirt as she stopped spinning. "You stay on the ground, then for the 'You're looking at me' part, you're going to get up quickly and do this." She demonstrated the action, pretending she was him and he was her. "Then you'll get back on your knee for the second 'Blood' part, and for 'Still beating' You'll grab my hand after the pirouette and I'll pull you up."

/Fight so dirty but your love so sweet/Talk so pretty but your heart got teeth/Late night devil put your hands on me/And never, never, never, ever let go/

"This part is going to be different than before too," she told him. "There's less movement, but there is needs to be sharp and powerful. After 'Beating' we're going to stay in that position until 'Sweet', when we're going to move like this, away from each other," she said. "Then, on 'teeth,' we move again. Then we wait until 'me,' and this is where we come back together," she added, demonstrating the move by putting her hand on his chest and grabbing one of his hands with the other. She stared up into his eyes before asking, "Got it?"

"Yeah," he muttered, staring right back at her for a moment before remembering who he was, who she was, what they were doing, where he was. "Uh, yes. Yes, I've got it," he stammered, acting very unlike himself. "Got it down. What's next?"

Marinette gave him a playful and reassuring smile. "Then we do the chorus moves again, but we end with me letting go of your hand and turning away while you falling to the ground in despair. It's super depressing, I know, but I felt that it was the best ending for the story."

"I agree," Damian said. "Maybe we should just start again from the top if the rest is all the same as we've done before?"

"Sounds good to me!" Marinette said, and the music began from the beginning.

BONUS:

The duo was unstoppable. If anyone had walked in during this run of the routine, they would have undoubtedly assumed at least one, if not all, of the following things:

1) Damian and Marinette were both professional dancers. No doubt about it.

2) They had fantastic chemistry.

3) They were dating. Or at least hopelessly and secretly in love with each other.

4) Whatever they were dancing for, they would blow everyone else out of the water.

All of those things were correct. Or at least, they soon would be.

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And it’s back! Chapter seven, after all this time!

I’m going to try to post at least two more chapters before New Year’s Eve. Day 8 is currently in production, but I also have some other stuff going on (on Tumblr and irl) so I’m trying to balance. Thanks for being patient.

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COMING UP NEXT: Chapter 8 “Robin Hood AU”

Aaahhh I've been thinking about this for a while now and you guys wrote it out way better than I could!!!

Wanna make a Megamind fic but with MLB where Mari (who is also an alien but more of Metroman really) is possibly like Supergirl so now…you have a tiny girl beating the shit out of Titan (Hal)

Okay so I've posted all of the finished asks for now

I'm going to be in a car again for another two or so hours so I'll work on some of the other new ones

I'm having so much fun with this! Everyone is giving me such amazing prompts! I can't wait to show you the rest! 😊

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.