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Daminette December-- So Close (And Yet So Far), Prologue

Marinette only applied to two schools: Gotham University and the Sorbonne. The only reason she applied to the latter was to appease her parents. They wanted her to have a backup plan in case the Gotham thing didn’t work out, and in case she changed her mind about going to a crime capital of the world.

Of course, she didn’t change her mind. She got into both schools, but barely even looked at her letter from the Sorbonne. She loved the idea of staying close to her family, but at the same time she needed to go. After everything that happened, she needed an out, and this was her only option. Gotham or bust.

Marinette wanted to brave the world on her own, so that was exactly what she would do. Well, she and Tikki would, anyway. Thankfully, Master Fu let her keep Tikki with her, and she promised that they could do Guardian lessons remotely during the school year and in person during the summers. Hawkmoth may have been gone, but it was best to be prepared, just in case. Chat Noir still had his miraculous, much to her annoyance, but at least she had Luka, Kagami and Chloe still on her side.

Graduation was a solemn affair for her. It was a nice early summer day and everyone around her was smiling, but she couldn’t bring herself to do so. She got through the ceremony without really thinking about it, and smiled weakly for a few photos before everyone dispersed. While her class went out to celebrate that night, Marinette stayed home, blasting Jagged’s first album and packing the last of her things before her flight the next day.

“I think your suitcase is going to burst if you put anything else in, Marinette,” Tikki said as Marinette attempted to zip up the biggest suitcase she could find in the house, which was filled to the brink with handmade clothes, sewing supplies, a few notebooks, and other miscellaneous items. “You can always have your parents send you something if you need to, or you can buy more supplies in Gotham. I’m sure there will be a fabric store or two near the campus.”

“I guess you’re right.” Marinette groaned as she tried a final time to zip up the suitcase. It didn’t work, so she unzipped it and started taking things out again. “But I’m bringing all of the notebooks. No exceptions.”

“Of course. And don’t forget, your parents wanted to have a farewell dinner with you tonight at eight.”

“What time is it now?”

“Seven forty-five.”

“Ugh. I can come back to this later.” Marinette stood up and brushed herself off, looking angrily at the suitcase a final time. “I’ll be back,” she told it, which made Tikki laugh. She hadn’t heard Marinette make a joke in a while. Marinette gave Tikki a faint smile. “Thanks.”

“Come on, your parents are waiting for you. It’s your last night here for three months at least, so go have fun.”

“I will. And I promise I’ll sneak up some of that cake they’ve been ‘secretly’ making for me. It’s chocolate marble,” she added, which made Tikki grin. “I’ll be back later!”

She went down the trapdoor to the bakery, and Tikki stayed behind.

Tikki looked around Marinette’s room, which was pretty bare but was still distinctly Marinette’s. Most of the pictures from the wall had come down long ago, but the ones Marinette cherished were safely packed away. Ones with her true friends remained, while the others were probably recycled a few years earlier. The mannequin in the corner still had clothes on it, but it was missing pins and its measuring tape scarf. There were still sheets on the bed, but her favorite pillowcase and stuffed animals were safely packed in her suitcase. The walls were still pink, but the pink didn’t seem so bright and fun anymore.

Marinette had changed, that was for sure. Tikki knew that. She only hoped this change would help Marinette get back to herself for a change, get her out of her head and give her some peace after so much heartbreak in Paris.

Only time would tell.

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It’s finally Daminette December time, and I just couldn’t wait so I wrote this lil prologue to post tonight!

I really hope you like it, and I’ll also be posting all the chapters on Ao3 @magic-miraculous! A warning, though: the first few chapters will be but every day, but once I get through my prewritten ones, it’ll be closer to once a week.

@daminette-december2019 @ozmav @maribat-archive (lmk if you want to be added to the tags! :) )

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COMING UP NEXT-- Chapter 1 “Just a Friend”

Daminette December-- So Close (And Yet So Far), Chapter One “Just a Friend”

“Mari, who keeps calling you?” Damian asked as the pair sat at a table in the library of Gotham University. The two had known each other for only a few months now, but Damian already knew her expressions and mannerisms quite well. He noticed that whenever her phone vibrated she tensed, even if it ended up being her parents or one of their mutual ‘friends’ (Damian throws the word around loosely; they’re Marinette’s friends more than his, but he tolerates them. At least one of them, Felix, has a similar disposition to him. That makes it a bit more bearable). Usually, though, it was an unknown number that made her uncomfortable, but it seemed like she knew the number but intentionally didn’t include it in her contacts.

She always gave the same answer when Damian asked.

“Oh, it’s… it’s just a friend from home, that’s all,” she’d say, not meeting his eye. She still had a bit of an accent, but thanks to tutoring with Chloe she’d become proficient in English. Then she’d hurriedly change the subject, usually back to the assignment she was working on or talking about the surprisingly nice weather on a given day. Damian didn’t often press, but today he did. He didn’t really know why, but he just felt like he needed to. Something about this caller was making his friend unhappy, and he was sick of just letting it happen. He was Robin, after all; it was his duty to help those in need.

“Please, will you tell me? I know it bothers you.”

“It’s just a guy from lycee, that’s it. I promise,” she replied, plastering a smile on her face. It was too obviously fake.

Damian leaned forward. “Mari, please. It’ll just stay between you and me, and I do not judge.” That last part was somewhat of a lie, though; he judged his brothers, he judged many of his classmates silently, but he would never judge Marinette. He didn’t have the heart to do it.

Mari sighed. “Fine. Long story short, old friend became very toxic, I got a new phone, somehow he got the new number, and I can’t change my number again because of certain contacts-- and besides, it costs money that doesn’t need to be spent-- and I answered once and we fought, so I never answered again. I don’t know how he calls so much, since he’s supposed to be at University in London.”

Damian just stared at her for a minute. The longer he stared, the more she squirmed.

“Are you going to say something or what?”

“What? Oh, sorry,” Damian replied, taking a deep breath. “That guy sounds like an ass. You should press charges.”

“Yeah, right! His father is one of the top designers in France, and he’s one of the most famous models in the world! Meanwhile, my parents are bakers, and any money I’ve made from designing goes straight to paying for University.”

“I-” Damian started, but the phone started vibrating again, shaking the table and making both of the teens stare angrily at the screen. Marinette exhaled and hit the ‘decline’ button, but not before Damian could see the number. He made a mental note to give the number to Tim; hopefully he could do something about it.

“How about we go for a walk?” Damian suggests. “Get your mind off of him. One condition, though-- phones go on airplane mode.” He realized right after he said it that it might not be the best idea to limit his contact to his family in case of an emergency, and Marinette had the exact same idea.

“How about just on vibrate? I really should have it on and connected in case someone needs me,” Mari said.

Damian nodded. “Of course,” he replied before standing up and slinging his backpack over his shoulders. “Shall we?”

“Yes, we shall.” Mari laughed and followed Damian outside.

“So, where to?”

“Let’s just see where fate takes us.”

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And it’s finally officially beginning! I’m so excited about this story, and I really hope you enjoy it! :) 

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COMING UP NEXT– Chapter 2 “Blind Date”

Daminette December-- So Close (And Yet So Far), Chapter Two “Blind Date”

———————————————————————————————————– Marinette absolutely adored Gotham University. She felt free there, away from the responsibilities and drama that she’d been sucked into in Paris. Ever since the defeat of Hawkmoth a few months before, Mari had found that the only tie she had to the city was her parents. Luka was touring with Jagged as an intern, Kagami had gone to Japan for pre-Olympic training and University, and Chloe was planning to move to New York with her mother after her father lost his job as Paris’s mayor. She had no contact with anyone else in the class, but she did hear what some of them were up to through Luka, who was told from Juleka. Apparently, Lila and Adrien had started dating a few weeks into the summer (Marinette had left for Gotham just a few days after graduation, staying at the university for a summer program specifically for foreign students; where she met Damian, actually, even though he wasn’t a foreign student of course), and Alya and Nino had broken up yet again soon after. They got together for the first time during their last year in college, but the relationship had always been rocky. Alya was under Lila’s command, and Nino didn’t appreciate that. Luka said that this might be the real end for them, though. Nathaniel got into a prestigious art program at the Sorbonne, and Sabrina became one of Lila’s new cronies. The rest of the class didn’t do anything that Marinette or Luka found noteworthy. As much as thinking about her old class angered her, she felt comfort in the fact that she was able to escape and find such amazing friends.

Chloe, Luka, Kagami, Allegra, Felix, Allan, Claude. And now Damian, too, as difficult as it was for him to admit.

Marinette really appreciated Damian’s sobering and serious presence. He brought her back down when she spiraled, and he actually listened to her, which she really appreciated. He wasn’t the type of person Marinette ever expected to be friends with, but she’d found their personalities really complemented each other. Tikki even thought he reminded her of a black cat, and Mari agreed.

The duo was quiet on their walk, as Mari expected they would be. Mari waved as people she knew passed by, but Damian kept walking. She had to take quicker steps to keep up with his brisk pace, but with her extra endurance she wasn’t out of breath.

It was outside one of the academic buildings that a club had set up a table covered in newspaper-wrapped books. The sign in front of the table said “BLIND DATE WITH A BOOK: $2.00”

“Oh, look!” Mari said, pointing at the table. “Let’s go over!” She grabbed Damian’s hand, an act that he surprisingly didn’t recoil from as he would have if it was anyone else who’d done it, and headed over to the table.

“Hi! Want a book?” a boy sitting behind the table asked. “Some general info is written on the front, just so you have a general idea of what you’re getting into, but all the titles are hidden.”

Marinette picked up a thin book, reading the notes on the cover. “SUPERHEROES, BIRDS, WITTY BANTER”

“Can I take this one, please?”

“It’s all yours! Just two dollars, please.”

Marinette fished through her bag and frowned. “Any chance you would take euros? I need to convert some more cash…”

“I’ve got it, Mari,” Damian said, pulling out some money from his wallet.

“No, it’s--”

“It’s only two dollars,” he replied. “No big deal.”

“I’ll pay you back,” she said, making it clear that she wasn’t going to let him get away with that.

“If you say so. Want to keep walking?”

“Yeah!”

As they walked, Marinette started to unwrap the book. “Superheroes, birds, witty banter,” she told Damian. “Any guesses?”

“Comic book?” he suggested.

“Right you are!” She held up a copy of “Batman and Robin: Bad Blood.”

Damian scoffed. So it was one of the fake stories. There was no ‘bad blood’ between him and his father, and even when Dick was acting as Batman he was sure to keep things professional.

“--are so cool!” Mari said, flipping through the pages. Damian watched to make sure she didn’t trip over anything on the ground. “Who’s your favorite?”

Damian’s favorite hero? He couldn’t say Robin; that would be conceited, and on the slight chance she ever found out his alter ego she would think he was a raging narcissist. Definitely not Todd, and he would rather die than have Grayson find out he said something nice about the eldest brother. That only left--

“I guess Red Robin is pretty cool,” he replied calmly. “What about you?”

“I really like Robin,” Mari said. “Even though he has terrible fashion sense and his costume could use a serious update.”

Damian felt an unnatural blush forming from her first comment, but her second one sobered his thoughts. “What do you mean, ‘bad fashion sense’? His costume is tasteful, and timeless!”

“More like ‘lost in time,’” Mari told him, flipping to a page in the comic that had his full outfit on display. “The cape is old-fashioned and a bit too long, and the color blocking just gives you a headache, you know? The colors work, but they’re also very bright and… violent, maybe? I can’t find the right word, but you know what I mean, right?”

“Sure,” he muttered, staring at the page. He never really thought about any of the things she said, but now those critiques were all he could see. He’d have to talk to Alfred or one of his brothers about potentially changing it.

Wait, why did he care so much what she thought of his alter ego’s outfit? For some reason, he now craved her approval. He didn’t like that feeling at all. At least she looked happy, though. He always saw a light in her eyes when she talked about fashion, and this was just the distraction she needed to get over the stress of getting so many unsolicited calls.

Damian found himself wishing he could stare at that smile forever.

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BONUS #1:

“So, could you find out who the number belongs to?”

“Yeah, it’s a guy named Adrien Agreste. Age eighteen. Son of Gabriel Agreste; big fashion guy. Kid’s a model, currently living in London and attending University there. Business school, of course.”

“Any chance you can make it so his number can’t call this one?” Damian asked, handing Tim a piece of paper with Marinette’s number on it. “But you aren’t allowed to look up the holder of this number. You have to promise me.”

“Yeah, sure,” Tim replied, already typing away. “Okay, so now whenever he tries to call this number he’ll get one of those ‘why are you harassing women?’ messages. That good?”

“Perfect. Thank you.”

Tim blinked. “Did you… did you just thank me for something?”

“I take it back.”

“Too late! I’m going to cherish this moment forever, Demon Spawn. I hope you know that.”

“I’ll stab you, Drake. So help me, I’ll do it right now.”

“So that is a knife in your sock! Isn’t that uncomfortable?”

“Not as uncomfortable as it would be to be stabbed by it.”

“Touche.”

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BONUS #2:

In the Batcave:

Damian: Do you guys think my suit is outdated?

Dick: It’s a classic!

Damian: That’s what I thought too, but recently someone I know from school said that it was ‘lost to time,’ and that the colors were blocky and too bright and I’m starting to see it.

Tim: Is it the same person whose number you gave me to block from that creep?

Jason: What person? What creep?

Damian: Drake, I swear to all that you hold dear, I will stab you.

Tim: Do it. I’m calling your bluff.

Bruce: No stabbing anyone! We’ve talked about this!

Damian (mouthing to Tim): Watch your back!

Bruce: But yeah, the outfit can be a bit much sometimes.

Dick: *indignant noises*

Damian: Alfred, can we make some changes?

Alfred: Of course, Master Damian. I’ll have some new sketches ready in the next few days.

Jason: Hope your mystery friend likes it!

Damian: *scowls at Jason* You’re next.

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Hope you enjoy the bonuses! They're my favorite parts that I've written so far. Also I was planning to post this earlier but I’m dumb and accidentally deleted ALL of my tabs I had up and had to reorganize everything which took a WHILE so yeah.

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All of the prompts are available to see on @daminette-december2019 on Tumblr, and that might give you a general idea of how this fic is going to go (but there will definitely be some twists, I promise you that!)

COMING UP NEXT-- Chapter 3 "Decorating"

I'm going to be on a plane for four hours tomorrow and in the airport for another two or so, so send me one or two of the prompts below (as an ask or comment or whatever) and a pairing (Maribat or regular Miraculous) and I'll tell you what I would do for that story if I was going to write it (and maybe I'll write a few one-shots!)

And yes there's a lot but that's for ~variety~

Trinkets

Plot holes

Spy AU

Poly

Stars

Broken

Swap

Smile

Photographs

Chill

Musical AU

Justice

Crossover

Journaling/Journalism

Beginnings

Endings

Race

Backwards

Vacation

Run away

Something's gotta give

Follower

Alpha and Omega

Crash

Adrift

Salt

Only You

Directions

Moral compass

TV AU

Farm

Home

Take a break

So much better

Side effects

Consequences

Innocent

Kryptonite

Legends

Fairy tales

Demigods

Mischief managed

What goes around

Addition and subtraction

Traitors

Destiny

Pokemon AU

Casino night

Planets

Redo/undo

TMI

Legends

Diversion

Meta

Off the rails

Siblings

Roots

Quest

Something unexpected

Expectations

Queen of hearts

Lock and key

Hurt

Hello and Goodbye

A suggestion of your own!

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.

Daminette-- Legends/Roots

For @freeze-rae

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Damian and Marinette end up on a trip with the Legends of Tomorrow to track an akuma that ended up exactly where it shouldn't be The PAST! (It's like an opposite Timetagger, but not quite Timebreaker.) Somehow. Don't question it. (For those of you who watch Legends, you know how weird that show gets. Just go with it and everything will be fine, just fine) Current Waverider team-- Sara, Nate, Ray, Mick, Charlie, Zari, Mona, Ava (kinda) and Gary (kinda) Who's actually going to be relevant-- Sara, Mick, Ray, and Zari (the others are on their own mission or back at the Time Bureau HQ) Marinette and Damian are a bit reluctant to join the Legends. They respect the team, but they don't understand how they work At All. Both of them are used to a little more discipline, a little more structure. The Legends definitely don't roll like that. Marinette, fortunately, doesn't feel too many of the side effects from first-time time traveling. Damian, however, gets hit with a whole bunch of bad stuff. He does throw up, and he also gets hit with dizziness and speech issues. He hates it. He's basically incapacitated for the entirety of the mission. Poor kid. And where exactly did this mission take them into the past, you may ask? The day Marinette got her Miraculous. (Note: Damian and Marinette are nineteen in this AU, and Marinette got her Miraculous a few months before her fourteenth birthday). Marinette and the Legends have to protect her past from the rogue future akuma and make sure everything goes the way it's supposed to. But it's the Legends. Things don't go well. It gets a little crazy, where Fu almost doesn't give out the Miraculous and past! Marinette almost doesn't even do the thing that makes her worthy of the Ladybug title in Fu's eyes, but somehow things end up working out (albeit a little differently than before, not like Marinette will remember soon enough. It still doesn't change her present too much, though, just her origin story.) When Damian finally recovers (it really hit him hard), Marinette seems a little shaken up, so they go to a guest room on the ship to talk and relax a little, away from the Legends (who are notorious gossips and generally super nosy). They talk a bit about how weird it is to see your life from an outside view, who you were and what you could be (and Damian, though he didn't exactly experience the same thing, recounts the whole Heretic experience as a way of relating to Marinette) After they get home, they're a little more observant of their actions, what butterfly effects could change their lives, as well as being more observant to their own heritages and the cultures they came from. There are a lot of nights where they eat foods from their cultures and dance to their music in their little corner of Wayne Manor, forgetting the world for just a little while.

Dickinette--Mischief Managed

For @black-streak

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It's a prank war, my dudes! (And I’ll warn you now, it’s gonna be super cheesy, but I had fun with it)

Marinette and Dick have been dating for a few years (like four, probs?) at this point. They're at a great place in their relationship, and they don't fight often.

There is one thing, however, that can't be helped but fought about:

The Prank War.

Started about three months into their relationship when Dick switched the shampoo and conditioner in the manor with purple hair dye to trick his brothers but accidentally got Marinette, the war has become a staple of their relationship. Usually, one of them will prank the other in retaliation about a month after the last prank, to give enough time for the other to forget and be lulled into a false sense of security.

However, this prank is going to blow the rest out of the water.

Why?

Well, because it isn't really a prank at all.

Marinette's latest prank involved a total redo of the most recent Nightwing suit (or what Dick thought was his suit-- it was actually a replica. Marinette was dedicated to the prank, but she wasn't cruel. The real one is hidden away. She won't tell him where it is, not yet), sewing on ladybug-esuqe accents and spray-painting the logo a bright red and the mask a bright pink. Dick totally freaked out, but after he took a few deep breaths he thought it was actually pretty funny.

Dick has been hyping up this prank for weeks. He's been super cryptic and has been throwing out so many red herrings that Marinette is totally freaking out. She's super on edge when Dick isn't in the room, and everyone else notices it.

Dick refuses to tell anyone what he has planned. Literally nobody knows what's happening.

Scratch that.

One person knows-- Alfred. (He helped pick something special out with Dick that he thought Marinette would just adore Mwahhahahaha). Alfred has not said a word, and pretends to be as clueless as the others to keep up the ruse.

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It's been almost two months since the suit prank. Literally nobody (save Dick) knows when and where and what exactly will happen (Alfred only knows part of the equation).

One fateful day, Dick calls Marinette and tells her to meet him on the roof of the Wayne Gardens building (not in costume, but he doesn't care if she wears it to get there). He also says to wear something generally nice, noting that it shouldn't be anything she wants to get dirty.

Marinette is very confused and worried. This has to be it, right? The big prank?

So she goes, and when she gets there, she sees the roof access door open slightly, with what is very obviously a bucket propped on top of it. Dick is nowhere to be seen.

Marinette walks around the roof, checking for traps and anything that could attack her. Nothing is there.

She does, however, find a note on the floor by the door.

'Come on down!' it reads. Marinette opens the door slowly, taking care not to be in the bucket's range. What she was expecting was water, or syrup, or something else like that. What she found, however, was a key, another note, and confetti.

'Solve the puzzle!' the note read.

So she went downstairs and into the gardens, where she found a little wooden box sitting on a bench. Alone. With nobody around.

Suspicious much?

What Marinette expected: one of those boxes with a fake mouse in it, or a trap that would spray her with silly string or whipped cream when she opened it.

What she found: another note, and a full untouched water balloon.

'Throw me,' it said, with an arrow pointing to the left below the words. Marinette did as instructed, and there it as far as she could in that direction. It landed behind a bush and she heard the splatter, as well as a ringing sound coming from the area.

She walked over and found another note taped to a leaf, this one a little wet (oops).

'Good aim!' it read. 'But hey, where's that noise coming from?'

The ringing changed from an annoying sound to classical music, a song Marinette recognized. It was a song she and Dick had danced to at the gala where they met all those years ago.

She scoured the area for the sound, but it wasn't coming from the room. It was actually coming from a speaker near the glass elevator at the edge of the building, one with yet another note attached.

As fun as this hunt was, Marinette was getting more and more anxious. What was Dick's plan? His endgame? She couldn't figure it out. There was also a chance he was recording her right now, so she stuck a playful middle finger up in the air and smirked. She knew he'd get the message.

'Going down, down, down...' the note read. The elevator itself also had a clue, with an arrow being drawn to point at the third floor.

Marinette pushed the button and the elevator went down, but as it approached it suddenly stopped.

This was it. All of the clues and hype leading up to this. Marinette wasn't too impressed, to be honest.

She opened the little door that held the emergency phone and called the given number.

'Hiya, sweetie!' Dick's voice said through the line.

'Hiya, bastard,' Marinette replied. 'Seriously? All this buildup for an elevator plank? This is honestly kinda sad.'

'Wow, you think so little of me? Nah, this is just a distraction of sorts. A delay. I'm not ready yet.'

'Ready for what?'

'What comes next.'

'That wasn't vague at all!'

'You know I love you, right?' he asked, and Marinette's stomach dropped.

'Richard Grayson, I swear to God. This isn't funny anymore. Are you okay? What's going on?'

'Nothing too exciting. Not yet, anyway.'

'Yet?'

The elevator kicked back into gear, and when the doors opened, Marinette saw Dick, wearing a pink suit, on one knee, holding a ring that Alfred helped him pick out (it had a ruby in it with a rose gold band with a small ladybug and robin etched into the inside. Not too flashy or big, but still intricate, which they knew Marinette would love).

'Marinette Dupain-Cheng, from the moment I met you, I knew you were so special. But it wasn't until you destroyed my Nightwing suit that I realized I was ready to spend the rest of my life with you. I don't even know why that moment made me feel like that-- it's such a weird moment to choose, I know, but-'

Someone cleared their throat in the background, where Marinette couldn't see. Of course the family was watching and helping (they finally knew what was going on now. Dick had sent them the same cryptic messages too, just with less clues to follow.)

'Sorry, I'm rambling. But you know what I mean. And that's why, if you'll take me, I would love to become your husband, your partner in crime- and pranks-, your one and only. Marinette, will you marry me?'

'Yes! Of course, you idiot!' she told him, of course, and when she went to hug him she almost knocked him over (he didn't really have good balance on one leg).

The family cheered in the background.

Marinette just had one little request of her now fiance.

'Can we be done with the crazy pranks for a little while? As much as I loved them, this one drove me crazy.'

'Sure, babe. Mischief managed, for now.' The glint in his eye told her this was only temporary, and she wouldn't have it any other way. She was already planning her next prank-- how to tell him she was pregnant (which she wasn't yet! But it doesn't hurt to plan ahead, right?)

Musical AU-- Timinette

For @black-streak

(if you've seen That Crossover episode of Supergirl and The Flash, you'll know where this idea comes from)

(Also, so this works, some angst and also some cute/angsty Adrijon must be added)

Background- Marinette and Tim are dating, but after Red Robin gets seriously injured (like, almost dies) during a fight and doesn't tell his girlfriend, she is mad and the trust is kinda broken atm). Adrien and Jon are together too, but in their case they're fighting about something else. Probably something to do with Jon's power or heritage-- probs didn't tell Adrien and he got upset, causing yet another trust issue

(And yes, I know that in this story the Miraculous kids are in the right and the DC kids are in the wrong, and that's kinda unfair, but it's the only way the story works so oh well. Sorry *insert shrugging emoji I can't find here*)

Marinette and Adrien get hit by an rogue akuma (don't think too hard about how this happens, please) who sends them into a dream dimension where they have to get through the musical to get out

The akuma's name may or not be The Music Meister, may or may not look like Darren Criss

Dreamworld part opens with Marinette on stage, absolutely killing a haunting rendition of 'This is Gospel' by Panic! At the Disco

Adrien sees her, and after she finishes singing they reunite and start freaking out together before the akuma shows up real quick to explain what's up before he yeets himself outta there and leaves them stranded

They have to figure the rest out on their own

Some people they run into along the way-

Bruce Wayne-- Owner of the club the duo is forced to sing at

Chloe, Cass, Damian and Kagami- Workers at the club

Chloe dreams of being a star someday, Cass is there to work off a debt, Damian is the pianist, Kagami is a waitress and due to connections between Bruce and her mother, a liason for many shady operations that she refused to speak about.

Bruce (again) and Clark-- Rival mob guys (The Black Bats and the Kryptonians, of course), parents respectively to...

Tim and Jon (but Different™)- Gayer, in a forbidden romance, etc.

When Adrien and Marinette find them making out in a storage room, they both start freaking out. They know it isn't real, but still. It's weird. They can never unsee that. Ugh.

Marinette and Adrien's job is to help Fake Tim and Fake Jon show their love to the world (a world in which it is totally fine to be gay. It is NOT okay, however, to be secretly engaged to the son of your dad's greatest rival, god dang it!)

Adrien goes with Jon to tell Clark what's up, while Mari goes with Tim to Bruce

The dads seem okay with everything at first, but when the kids leave they start calling up the troops

MEANWHILE

In The Real World, Real Tim and Real Jon are freaking out. They know they left stuff on super bad terms and they know they still love their partners, but there isn't anything they can do

UNLESS

Enter the akuma (again), who explains how Real Tim and Real Jon can save their loved ones

So off they go into The Dreamworld

During all of this, the fight has begun between the Black Bats and the Kryptonians. Adrien and Marinette try to stop it, but both get shot in the process (and in this moment they remember an off-hand comment the akuma made: if they die in The Dreamworld, they die in The Real World ((dun dun DUNNNN)))

As Marinette and Adrien are laying on the sidewalk, bleeding out, Real Tim and Real Jon show up

They talk through their issues (well, as much as you can when one person is still dying, you know) but it's enough and they're all brought back from The Dreamworld to The Real World

Adrien and Marinette aren't still bleeding out, but they need some time to recover

They move the duo to separate rooms so the couple's can talk, and they finally start to reach an understanding of sorts

Happy ending? I'd like to think so 😊

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”

20 Timinette

Run Away-- Timinette

(Warning: This is super angsty and sad but I loved writing it)

Marinette ran away Paris years ago, and never looked back. She barely thought of who she used to be, what her life used to be like, who she used to love.

She had gotten better at feeling emotions since the defeat of Hawkmoth, but it was still hard for her. Repression had become the norm, and there were days where she couldn't feel a thing. Even five years later, going on six, and she was still feeling the effects of her time in the 'City of Love' or 'City of Lights' or whatever people were calling it anymore.

This was one of those bad days.

"Mari? Can you hear me?" her boyfriend asked gently, sensing what was going on. She sat on the couch, staring at a blank TV screen, the lights in the room off but some sunlight peeking in from behind the closed blinds.

"Yeah." Her voice lost its bubbly charm and adorable accent, and her response was clipped. She didn't mean to offend or be rude. It just happened that way.

"I was just saying that I was about to order the pizza for tonight, and I was wondering if you just wanted your usual?"

"Yeah."

"Okay. I love you."

"Tim?"

"Yeah?" Tim rushed to her side, kneeling in front of the couch.

"Hi."

"Hi, Mari," he said, putting a hand over hers. She didn't pull hers away, which was a small victory. "Do you want to come with me to pick up the pizza later?" He usually found that asking her questions, specifically asking her to go places, was helpful for getting responses.

"Stay," she told him.

"Stay in the apartment? Stay on the couch?" She nodded at the second question. "Couch it is. Scootch." He gave her a light shove, and to his surprise she moved over on her own. Another victory.

Once they were situated, with Tim holding Mari in his arms, she spoke again. It was quiet, almost inaudible.

"Please don't leave me."

Tim's heart broke a little. She had told him most of what happened back in Paris that made her like this, but no matter what she said, he had a feeling something worse happened that she repressed so much that she herself could barely remember.

Tim had read the Paris Inquirer's headlines from Marinette's second to last day in the city after she told him the truth about her past:

Chat Noir Dies in Final Battle With Hawkmoth

Twenty-One Year Old Model Adrien Agreste Revealed to be Chat Noir

Gabriel Agreste to Serve Life in Prison

She never talked about Adrien, but he knew. He understood.

"I promise I will never run away from you, Marinette. I'm here for you until the end."

Daminette December-- So Close (And Yet So Far), Chapter Eight “Robin Hood AU”

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"What on God's good Earth are you wearing?" Felix asked Marinette as she walked up to him and Damian in the dining hall.

Marinette looked down at her Robin Hood costume that she had designed, complete with almost-accurate period boots and a 'money bag' instead of her normal backpack. "It's my Halloween costume! Duh! Why aren't either of you dressed up?"

"I refuse to dress up for such an idiotic pagan holiday," Damian stated, and Allegra (who had just walked up in a Maid Marian costume, also designed by Marinette) snorted.

"Of course you would say that, Wayne," she told him. "But if you change your mind, we have a Little John costume that would look fantastic on you."

"I would rather die." Again, he added in his head. "But thank you for the offer."

"Aw, are you sure? We'd be partners in crime," Marinette teased as she and Allegra sat down across from the boys.

"You know I prefer the vigilantes to petty thieves."

"Heroes," Marinette corrected.

"Vigilantes," her three friends replied in unison.

"I still think they're heroes," Marinette muttered. More than certain ones from a certain European country, anyway.

"Anyway, how was your dance class?" Felix asked the girls.

Allegra beamed. "It was so cool! My routine, not to brag--" Felix chuckled and was given a death glare before she continued, "was stunning, but Marinette was the best I've ever seen in any of my dance classes! I can't believe she isn't professionally taught."

"I guess I just have a knack for dancing," Marinette said, blushing. She really was bad at taking compliments. "I did take gymnastics as a kid, though, so maybe that has something to do with it."

"No, it has to be raw talent. Gymnastics may account for the flexibility, but the ability to dance the way you do is something else entirely," Damian said. The blank stares he got from his friends made him pause. Had he said something wrong? "What?"

"I don't think I've ever heard you give anyone a genuine compliment like that," Allegra told him.

"Nope," Marinette added, and Felix nodded.

Damian scoffed. "I can give compliments. I'm a great complimenter. The fact is that most of the time, you people don't deserve them."

"Sure, Dames," Allegra said, and Damian frowned at the nickname. He hated it, but it was impossible to change Allegra's mind after she chose a nickname.

"Back to Halloween," Marinette said, the tension now forming at the table making her nervous, "I would assume of you all hate the holiday so much, you wouldn't be interested in coming over to our room tonight and having a little Halloween party?"

"It'll be really fun!" Allegra added. "We can watch some movies, play games, trash talk professors and annoying classmates."

"That last option actually does sound intriguing," Felix admitted. "But I refuse to wear a costume."

"Fine," Marinette said. "As long as you come. We were thinking starting around eight, then staying up until whenever we feel like it?"

"Ah, I love when Halloween falls on a Friday," Allegra said. "No consequences the next day."

"There are always consequences," Damian told her. "Even when you don't think there are. You shouldn't be so lax about these sorts of things, especially in a city like this."

"You really think so little of me, Dames? Of course I'm careful and think about consequences in the real world, I just don't think it's necessary to work yourself up about staying up a few hours later than usual."

Before Damian could respond, Marinette put her hands up. "Eight o'clock. Yes or no?" She asked him. When Damian sighed and let out a defeated "Fine," Marinette smiled, proud of her triumph. "Good. We'll see you then. In the meantime, I’ve been sitting here so long that I haven't gotten any food, and I'm starving." When she got up and walked away, all sets of eyes at the table followed her, for three very different reasons.

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Sorry this one’s kinda short. I had a lot of trouble writing, and I’m kinda losing the inspirational streak I’ve been feeling for the last few weeks. Updates will be sporadic, but I want to finish this fic in its entirety, no matter how long it takes.

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Daminette Boy Band AU

(has anyone done this? Idk but here's my take:)

Okay, so I was listening to 'Video Girl' by the Jonas Brothers and suddenly thought the girl was kinda like Lila

And then that morphed into WHAT IF THE WAYNE BOYS WERE IN A BOY BAND (name currently unknown, maybe The Robins or something like that?)

(No powers au, no league of assassins, the batboys are all closer in age than canon-- Dick is the oldest at 23, Jason is 21, Tim is 20, Damian is 18-- Marinette and the class are 17/18 respectively)

So obviously, Lila is lying about being Damian's girlfriend, but Marinette knows better

She tells Damian what's up, he tells the boys, they write 'Video Girl'

They get Marinette to get a recording of Lila saying she's dating A Robin to use for the first part of the song (they figure out a way to use it that isn't illegal of course, they're getting revenge but they're gonna do it right)

When the song comes out, it goes viral, and everyone wants to know who the song is about/whose voice is being used

Lila tries to spin it when it's revealed that her voice was used, but just a few hours later Damian and Marinette go on their first public date and tell everyone Everything

They're all over magazine covers that week telling their story

Lila is destroyed, the class is on thin ice

Mari and Damian are finally free from Lila and live happily, making music and staying away from all the drama

BONUS: Marinette also follows her boyfriend and friends Jagged Stone and Clara Nightingale and starts a musical career and does a collab album with the boys, it's a big hit

....well *looks behind her to see her cousin on the chandelier with her other cousin trying to get them off with a broom, a part of the living room on fire as her best friend sits on the couch filing her nails * ...MOOD, BITCH

Jason: I don't get paid enough for this.

Marinette: Paid for what?

Jason: *gestures to his family*

Am I the only one who read mlb fanfics about coming to Gotham and the weirdest shit used to happen.

Tell me why Marinette would either be kidnapped by the league of asassins or is bullied by her class, they win a class trip to Gotham because of an essay writing contest she did and Damian recognizes her as either his 'betrothed' or they just get along.

Tell me why Damian ends up getting the cat miraculous every single time.

Like i loved the fanfics but now i read them again and im even more confused.

I'm not even done yet but Bruce would always learn her, story look at her eyes and hair and the adoption papers are already there.

And then Alya and the rest of her class would always believe the class over Marinette which added loads of drama but i was only concerned for the bullying stuff that happened.

Miss girl would get beaten up at the alley but no, she'd be like "I've faced worse, i can even heal", like bitch i would be long gone the minute anyone raised a finger.

But after saying all this ima still go read a marinette x batfam fanfic.