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Wildest Dreams - In the Death of the Night
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After turning 10 and losing her soulmate, Marinette would imagine how Damian Wayne would be.
Would he be tall or short? Did he have blond hair or brown or did he dyed it? Would he be shy or have a bold personality? Perhaps he was an artistic soul, a poet, a writer? Or would he be a baker like her parents? Why did his last name change?
The wonders and questions took over her mind for days with no end.
On good days, she imagined how he would interact with her friends, how her parents would take him in as their own son, how he would fit into her life.
She liked to talk to him, pretending there, alive, with her. She asked his opinion on what to wear, how she should do her hair, what colors with go well with the design. He was her voice of reason. Talking to "Damian" brought a smile to her face, even when she knew she was deluding herself.
On bad days, she pretended he was right there with her, comforting her, encouraging her, whispering that everything would be alright... Sometimes it worked and she felt better the next days but most times she felt bitter, she felt robbed of a future where he was in her life.
The realization that the person she was supposed to share her soul with was no longer alive, that his death was painful, gruesome, and... lonely... It always ended with her taking a few days to prevent a breakdown...
When she turned 13, Hawkmoth appeared and Marinette became Ladybug, the hero of Paris.
Soon after, Marinette stopped talking with "Damian", she couldn't afford to wonder about him anymore. She couldn't afford the bliss of her own delusions. She couldn't afford to let herself grief and fall pray to Hawkmoth's manipulation.
As she couldn't fail Paris and its citizens, Damian Wayne mostly disappeared from her life.
But there were days when her “friends” demanded a lot from her, akumas were too violent and draining and everything was just too much, those the godawful days.
On godawful days she wished Damian was there to take her away to a place she could feel she belonged. Away from everything to a place she could call a home.
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Most nights Damian recalls a voice talking to him during the time he was dead.
His soulmate, he supposed, talked to him regularly, she started her day asking his opinion on her outfit for the day, when at home she would tell him how her day went, what she did with her friends, what she learned in class, etc...
At first, Damian was pretty much annoyed that he couldn't "rest in peace" with all the noise pollution but after a few weeks, he slowly started to tolerate her talking to him.
Unfortunately, he couldn't talk to her nor see her very clearly so it was a pleasant surprise when Marinette would ask his opinion to make a decision, she always picked what he chooses.
Perhaps it was their bond that allowed her to know what he was thinking without actually hearing each other's thoughts. Or maybe they were more in sync with one another. Most likely it was pure luck on her part. (Him being dead is enough proof of how bad his luck was.)
In the months he was dead, Damian learned a grand lot Marinette. He liked how she made him feel he wasn't alone, like how her voice calmed him when he remembered the family he left behind in his death. Marinette was his only lighthouse in the vast void of the afterlife
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Impotent, despair, and hopeless.
That's how Damian felt every time Marinette had to relive his death. He hated it so much. She didn't deserve that and it broke his heart every damn time.
Why did he have to die? Why did it have to be in such a painful way? Why did she have to feel it on repeat over and over and over again? Was it a twisted way the universe tried to make them reunited? If they can't find each other in life, then they can be together in death? That isn't right!
But it always hurts more when she wakes up and talks to him. Wondering if he was happy and in peace, in wherever place he ended up.
He was there but she didn't know.
He felt sick.
After being revived, Damian felt an immense sense of loss. Sure, he was kinda happy to reunite with his family and grateful for being alive again, but he missed her.
It was difficult to readjust to being alive again, it was crystal clear that Damian Wayne wasn't okay. What hurts him the most was how her name turned into a scar on his wrist.
During the day paranoia settled in making him always on high alert, lashing out when it got too much for him.
In the night, he couldn't sleep properly as a feeling of unease latched onto his every nerve and when he did sleep, nightmares plagued him.
Damian tried to calm down in various ways, but ultimately it was Marinette's voice that soothed him and lulled him to sleep.
It quickly became a habit to replay their one-sided conversations as he tries to fall asleep.
He went over what Marinette Dupain-Cheng spoke to him time and time again as to engrave her voice in his mind. Unfortunately, her voice was fading away, every time he recalled it, he hear his own voice.
At least some memories remained, which was relieving for Damian, even when important ones like what language she spoke or the name of her school were completely wiped out.
He never told his family his experience while he was dead, he guesses Jason was the most likely to know about it but he never brought it up to anyone, so Damian did the same.
Now he was lying in bed, remembering about the time Marinette tried embroidery for the first time.
She started by searching up what she wanted it to be and after much talking, she chose a Robin, Damian smile at the eagerness he felt for her to chose it. It was a fun day, with her making comments here and there about the work, he wishes he could see it.
A knock woke him up of his thoughts, Alfred emerging from the door.
"Master Damian, I'm here to inform you a guest will be joining us for tomorrow's dinner."
"Whose guest?" He didn't really feel like dealing with new people.
"It's Master Jason's guest."
Damian groans, perhaps he could go visit Kent.
"It would be in your best interest to participate, Master Damian." Alfred gave him a look.
He sighed, definitely can't miss tomorrow or he'll have to face Pennyworth.
So, I've written another chapter while listening to a sad song on repeat :') I know it doesn’t really connect to the last chapter but I wasn’t feeling okay and didn’t know how to continue from where I left off.
I hope y’all enjoyed this and have a nice day!
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WIP Marinette when she sat down at the window from In the Death of the Night

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In the Death of the Night - Masterlist
Summary: When Marinette was 10 years old, her soulmate died. Ever since she often relieves his death in her sleep. Damian Wayne was the name scratched on her wrist.
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Original Idea and Sneak Peek
1 - Soulmark
2- Lost Paradise
3 - Friendships
4 - Alone with my thoughts
5 - Rooftop Visits
6 - Coffee Shop
7 - Rogue Alert
8 - First Encounter
9 - Old Friends
10 - Wildest Dreams
11 - Coming Out Soon
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Intriguing Introductions
Jason had a long day.
That morning, he should have stayed in bed, that way he could have a good relaxing day instead of dealing with Scarecrow's crap all day long.
Now all that Jason wanted was to have a smoke in the safety of his apartment's building roof.
He entered his house through the window, changed out of his vigilant's costume, and headed to the roof.
While up the stares, he took out a cigar and place it between his lips, next he searched his pockets for a lighter. In the last steps to the roof he lit his cigar, then he open the door.
Midnight hair.
That's the first thing he noticed about the stranger. Next were the Bluebell eyes as she turn around.
Jason wasn't excepting someone to be up there at 2 in the morning, much less someone he never seen in the building.
"Oh," let out the stranger, "Uh, hi there, I don't believe we've met yet," a little smile took form as she spoke, "I-I'm Marinette, I moved here recently."
Jason vaguely remembered seeing a moving truck this last few days. "Apartment 712?"
"Y-Yes," she looked nervous but smile nonetheless. "It's nice to meet you mister...?"
"Jason, just call me Jason." he said going to his usual spot on the edge of the building.
He didn't feel like talking and this girl Marinette was it? seam to understand it and let him be.
She was lean over the railing, taking in the view, her eyes were devoid of light. She didn't look much older then Damian, but her eyes told him a different story.
"Hmph" he mused quietly. She was intriguing to Jason. Maybe he would get a friend to talk to on the roof.
Hi there! I thought of this for the daminette idea, hope you liked it.
I came up with a name for the fic "In the Death of the Night". What do you think of it?
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Hey, I found the taglist on google docs! :D
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Old friends - In the Death of the Night
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Jason was shooked, to say the least.
The tiny french girl he'd known for a while turned out to be one hell of a fighter. She kicked ass, almost like Dick's fighting style.
Robin, who was next to him seems to be in a mix of amusement and... was that worry?
His body was tense and on edge, but his eyes had a completely different glow.
Jason would think about that later, now he's Red Hood, and Red Hood had a job to do.
Using a grappling hook, he got down from the greenhouse, Robin quickly following him.
He wanted to go to Marinette, hug her, put her in a tiny jar and ask her what the hell was what he just saw.
The said girl was lecture by a blonde girl by the looks of it. She waved her arms around in exasperation while Marinette smiled sheepishly looking very embarrassed in the one-sided exchange.
He really needs to have a really serious talk with her.
Jason heard his phone ring, a text had just popped up:
"I'm alright now, Nightwing, Red Hood and Robin took charge of the situation, I'm safe now Jay, you don't need to worry! :)"
He sighed.
Marinette will definitely be the death of him.
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The sky was dark but the city still wasn't sleep, unlike Chloe who, after all the worrying and lecture, was very much sound asleep.
Marinette smiled at her sleeping friend, all that stress must've tired her out. She put a blanket on her friend and grabbed one for herself.
The movie they were watching earlier was left forgotten as Marinette walked up to the window, reminiscing on the day's events. They reminded her of the old days, of Paris, of...
Tikki...
Oh how she missed her little powerful friend.
Sometimes she wonders if giving up the miraculous was the right choice. After the temple of miraculous revived, one guardian showed up at the bakery, demanding her miraculous to be revoked.
She tried to argue, she really did. She rationalized about how Hawkmoth has to be stopped and how she's been Ladybug for so long, how both the ladybug and black cat miraculous needed to be active at the same time, how no one knew her identity and then, it all fell through.
The guardian presented her the butterfly and peacock miraculous.
All her hard work was for nothing. Afterall it only took this ancient unknown man for all the terror and madness to be put to an end.
There was no final battle.
Like a star it was supposed to end with a supernova, and still, it was all over with a silent death.
She remembers how numb she felt, how she transformed one last time to tell Paris that it was over, they were free, they have won, she didn't feel like they won tho.
"Marinette!"
Marinette woke up from her thoughts, she didn't even realize she had curled up on herself, leaning against the window, with her lips on the mark.
"Dupain-Cheng, I swear to the gods if you don't open that door I'll tear it down with my bare hands!"
Someone was knocking on the door and so she got up to see what it was about. Chloe just scoffed and turn on the couch, a pillow on top of her head.
Immediately after opening the door, she felt the ground disappear beneath her feet, as she was crushed in a bear hug.
It was Jason, of course he would show up.
"Never, ever, scare me like that Mari!" His voice was choked up but assertive.
She hugged him with the same intensity a sad smile on her lips.
"In my defense, I was also scared." She giggled, making Jason squeeze her more. "I'm fine now Jay, I really am. I'm safe and sound."
Jason out her down after a few moments, but didn't let go of the girl completely, his hands on her shoulders. He looked her over, in search for any scratches or bruises, worry filled his eyes.
"Jay," she put her hand on top of his, "Big Bro," he finally stopped and looked in her eyes. "I'm okay, thank you for worrying about me, I really appreciate having a brother like you."
"I'm so mad, I'm only not strangling that penguin 'cus they are on the verge of extinguish." He spoke between his teeth, his eyes watering up. "No one hurts one of my sisters!"
Marinette snorted, tears coming up to her eyes, it was gonna be okay.
"Uhm... I really hate to interrupt, but it's almost 4 am, can you two do this in like, 5 to 6 hours? Thanks!" Chloe with her bitch face glared for a few seconds before reajusting herself on the couch.
"The friend you talked about I presume." Jason looked at the blonde with a bemusement.
"Yeah, she's a real delight as you can tell" Marinette pointedly ignored the I heard that!! from Chloe. "We'll talk better in the morning Jayjay."
He hesitated for a minute, "okay, but if anything, and I mean anything! Happens you better call me Pixiepop!"
"I will Big Bro, night night." Marinette hugged him.
Jason hugged her back and gave her a kiss on top of her head.
"Sleep well Pixie."
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On another part of the city, Damian was lying down on his bed, looking his wrist, contemplating the scared name that followed him in life and death.
Hey I'm so so so sorry it took so long, I got a huge writers block and depression :'D.
In all seriousness, I wrote some stuff but I lost the chapter after my PC broke and I rewrote it but didn't like it so I kept rethink and rewriting hence the really long wait for this chapter.
In sadder news, as my PC broke I won't be able to tag anyone for a while.
Just to clear something, after Damian died Marinette had his name scratch but for Damian it's different since Marinette didn't die, her name on his wrist turned into a scar like one you get from a cut.
Hope y'all have a great day and please stay safe and vaccinated!
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First encounter - In the Death of The Night
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Marinette was having a blast.
The Ivy Gardens was definitely the right choice, even though the blonde had complained about still reminding her of villains.
They took silly pictures and professional ones for Chloe’s model account.
Marinette sketched some designs, inspired by all the nature around her.
Everything went great, until they were about to leave, some suspicious man filled in soon joined by a lipping man.
“Run.” The bluenette instantly recognized him. “Or hide.” Her eyes darted at every possible escape. “This is not good.” She spoke in a low tone, not wanting to attract attention.
“Good day ladies and gentlemen!” The man yell. “There has been an unfortunate change of plans!” He grabbed something from his pocket.
A shot was fired.
A man nearby fell to the ground, a pool of blood quickly formed under the man.
“Until Poison Ivy comes, you all will be my hostages!” He smiles, turning to the suspicious man.
As soon as he nodded to them, they started wrecking the plants.
“Let’s see how long it will take her to save her precious plants.”
Marinette grabs Chloe’s arm and quietly walks backward. From where they were there was a dark room behind them.
The bluenette refused to take her eyes off the cane man until they were in the room and she barricades the door.
“Who the fuc-.” Chloe started to panic.
The bluenette tuned out the blonde. She had to do something, anything, to help the rest of the visitors
There were at least 10 people besides them and 5 goons from what she could tell.
‘Think, think, think’ she paced around the small room.
What could she use? How can she take the hostages out? she stopped.
Taking a deep breath, she texted Jason.
“Penguin,“
“What?” Chloe snapped out of her rant.
Marinette turned to her friend, determination filled her eyes. “That’s Penguin. This won’t be easy, but I have a plan.”
“Count me in.”
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“What do you mean there’s a rogue in Ivy Garden?” Damian ran alongside his brother. “After all, it’s Ivy’s garden, it could just be her.“
“I don’t know, Damian!” Jason yelled. “Whoever it is, we need to go now!“
They entered the Batcave and went their separate ways to get suited.
Usually, the cave has a somber atmosphere, but today the air was full of anxiousness.
Out of nowhere, Jason told him to suit up. Damian asked what happened but all he got was Jason not making sense.
He understood two things: a rogue was out there and he needs to get moving.
“I already called Dick, he’s on his way there,” Jason yelled as he moves to his motorcycle. He picks up his signature red helmet and turns to Damian for a brief moment. “Trust me on this.”
Damian gives him a curt nod.
Jason - now Red Hood - puts on the helmet and gets on his motorcycle. He closes his eyes and takes a deep breath, preparing himself for the worst, he opens his eyes, determination filling them and storms off.
Damian shortly leaves after him, using his grappling hook as a means of transportation.
He didn’t know why but as he swung from building to building he felt as he was finally going where he was meant to be. A weird change after his past weeks of uneasiness and search.
Maybe there’s something in the garden that he forgot in his last visit? Or maybe it’s something else…
Something that was meant for with him…
Someone to be with him…
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Looking around the room there wasn’t much they could use. Some pots, plants, spare awnings, scissors for trimming the plants, an emergency ax, and a hose.
The walls were made of glass, covered with dark awnings so that the sunlight doesn’t come in.
It was dark enough to not be seen from the rest of the garden but clear enough to see from the inside.
“This won’t be easy, but I have a plan.” After stating that she stills for a second, something catching her eye.
“Count me in.”
The bluenette doesn’t respond, instead she crouches near a corner of the room.
A tiny ray of sunlight.
"What is it?” Chloe asks as she approaches the other. “Didn’t you say you had a plan?”
“I had but changed my mind. Going out, guns blazing, taking the hostages to hide in this room, doesn’t actually take them to safety.”
“Okay, but what changed?”
Marinette moves slightly, to give view to the blonde.
A tiny ray of sunlight barely shines against the fake wall.
“I found our way out.” She says smirking.
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Nightwing is in front of the botanic garden when Red Hood and Robin arrive.
“What do we know?” Robin asks.
“Penguin escaped Arkham a few days ago and somehow he’s after Poison Ivy.” Nightwing sighs. “Ivy is in Europe with Harley, so…”
“Penguin is throwing a pointless tantrum.” Damian scoffs.
“More importantly, do we have eyes inside?” Red Hood asks.
He’s not really focused on this older brother, as he’s looking for his honorary sister.
“Not from the ground.” Dick responds.
Hood doesn’t really say much besides an “I’m going up” before taking off.
The oldest and the youngest look at him, confused about the attitude.
“You go with him, here we’re mostly trying to negotiate.” It’s a half-truth, but Dick knows his brothers.
Jason looks anxious and Damian is not the best with dealing with people.
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After covering the plants close to the wall with the spare awning, the girls pull the loose end to unglue the awning.
A glass panel is revealed and they make sure their bodies are covering the light.
“Now what?” Chloe turns to her friend. “We break it?”
“That would make too much noise…” The small girl trails off, trying to figure out what to do.
“That was what I was thinking too… Maybe we-” She cuts herself off, her eyes darting around the panel. “It has screws!”
“The scissors!” Marinette rejoices. “Cover it.”
She jogs to the other side of the room, thanking her luck that the trimming scissors were small enough for the screws.
With the panel off, step 1 was done.
Now came the hard part. Step 2: Distraction.
Marinette grabs the hose with a hesitant look.
She wasn’t sure about her plan but it was the only one she came up with.
Chloe pushed the pots towards the opposite wall, making a clean object-free path to the opening.
There couldn’t be anything on the way that could make noise. One mistake and it was game over.
It was nostalgic, the adrenaline, the fear, a blonde partner. Marinette’s eyes unfocused for a second.
“You know what to do?”
A determined look was her answer, making her eyes express the same emotion.
“See ya on the other side.”
A confident smile spread over the bluenette’s face.
“I’ll see you on the other side.” Was the last thing Marinette said before going out of the room.
Water blazed against the goons, stopping momentarily to gain their attention.
She dashes away from the room, blasting water against the men.
“Take that!”
Chloe moves quietly after her quo.
Years of experience with the bee miraculous taught well. She could brag and shine all she wanted afterward but first, she needed to be as silent as a dark shadow, quietly stalking her target.
Which wasn’t easy when your costume is flashy.
First, she got to a woman with two small kids.
She poked the woman’s leg and put a finger over her mouth.
“I can take you out of here. Go that room, I’ll be there shortly after.” She points to the room where she came from.
The woman glances towards the room and pounders for a second. She curtly nods.
Chloe’s eyes look around the gardens, stopping at the sight of an elderly couple hidden behind some rose bushes.
Making sure the woman is moving, she goes to the couple. Unlike the woman they see her coming.
After relying on her previous statement she asks if they need help getting there.
They thank her but turned down the offer.
She once again searches for more people and manages to get to 4 more people.
The 4th one was a small girl, separated from her grandfather. Chloe helps the girl go to the room.
Inside, she goes past the people and shows them the passage.
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“Fuck Marinette, what are you doing?!” Red Hood curses.
He was scared before but now?
Terrified.
Marinette meant a lot to him and he thought she cared for him as welk but this reckless behavior was proofing him wrong.
Was she trying to give him a heart attack?! ‘Cuz sure as hell it was working!
“That idiot must have a death wish.” Robin commented, his voice not giving away his inner turmoil.
He felt off, his body was a pile of anxiety and his brain was screaming at him to do something, but why?
This was a normal everyday situation, and it wasn’t even Joker for God’s sake!
“Hey, that’s my idiot!” Hood sounded offended. “We need to go in! Now!”
“Wait!” Red Hood was ready to break a glass panel but stopped at the youth’s voice. “The yellow girl over there.” Robin pointed.
Jason narrows his eyes for a moment, then darts his eyes between the two girls.
Going round and round, shooting water at the goons and spitting insults that made him proud, Marinette was being reckless, loud, and, mostly, a distraction.
His eyes widen.
Following the yellow girl’s path, he dashes to the edge and looks down, ignoring the questionable look his brother sent him.
“Nightwing,” Hood calls from the com. “Tell the cops to go to the East side of the building, the hostages are getting out.”
“On it.” Nightwing responds.
“Red Hood, you should see this.” Robin speaks, the loud girl, Marinette, got shot on her hand letting go of the hose.
She stood her ground, which impressed Damian, but got caught from a goon tackling her from behind.
Hood curses, as he sees Marinette get tied up. Along with a couple of teens on their way to the room.
The other girl was caught too, while helping an elderly man escape.
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They were on their knees in a small group. Chloe was in front alongside a young couple, an elderly man was next to her behind them and their hands were caught up in the zip locks.
They were taken to another room, one with a soft lighting with a small pond at the center.
Looking around, the bluenette noticed the goons weren’t really paying attention, after all, the vigilantes were just outside trying to negotiate.
Pocking the blonde’s back, Marinette gets close enough to whisper unnoticed.
“I need you to cover me for a bit.”
The model nods, putting her shoulders higher to cover her.
Taking one last look around, she starts her plan.
Marinette brings her hands to her mouth and grabs the ziplock with her teeth, making the already tight hold even tighter.
Chloe frowns, her mouth opened in disbelief.
“What are you? A masochist?”
“I need you to do the same.”
“What?!”
“Just do it!” Marinette says through her teeth, determination flooding her eyes. “It’s not for long, trust me.”
Still, with a frown, Chloe does as asked.
“Now what?”
“Now get up like this,” The bluenette raises herself up and puts her hip slightly forward, still on her knees. “Raise your arms and with all your strength, smack them against your hip.”
Chloe copies the position and starts to raise her arms but stops.
“And after that?”
“We fight.”
“Fight?”
Marinette doesn’t respond to her friend, instead, she raised her arms and without hesitation slams them against her hip, successfully breaking her zip lock.
Chloe is stunned for a second but shortly follows through, immediately going after the guy that just walked in.
Hits a spot in his neck and the guy falls. One more guy walks in after hearing the commotion.
Marinette throws one of the men against the new addition and Chloe sweeps the feet of the 2nd goon.
The two of them catch their breath and move to let loose the 3 civilians.
Quietly Marinette goes to the door. One guard is at the dark room’s door.
“Queenie can you take him down? I want to make sure there isn’t anyone else inside.”
While Chloe knocks out the last one, the bluenette looks around for a bit.
She lets out a sigh of relief after making sure there were no more hostages.
As she does that she looks up and notices two people, going by the color of their clothes she assumes they are two of Gotham’s vigilantes.
She waves her arm to call for their attention.
When they look she raises 5 fingers and points towards the darkroom.
She goes away, hoping they got the message.
They take the rest of the hostages out of the room and leave.
Seconds after, Penguin enters the room to find a human barrier for protection against Nightwing but the room is empty.
The said man quickly follows after and Penguin surrenders himself.
His goons are all knocked out and his umbrella was kicked off after a few minutes of fighting.
Whoever did this would pay, but for now, he’s pissed off at Poison Ivy.
Hey, hey! Today was my last exam for a month. :’D
Hope y'all I doing great! If this chapter seems confusing or the writing is weird, it’s cuz I wrote it whenever I could.
Edit: The grammar mistakes were corrected, I’m sorry for that atrocity. I did well on one exam but unfortunately, I have to repeat the other. I’ll try to post the next chapter as soon as I can.
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Rogue Alert - In the Dead if the Night
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After going to Marinette’s apartment, Jason explained what happened with his brothers.
Marinette was making oreo mousse throughout his rant, she was amused about the whole situation.
“-nd the worst part! They thought you were my girlfriend!”
Marinette froze, “What?” she looked at the older man like he had grown a 2nd head. “Really?”
“Really.” He was exasperated.
“For real?” She turns to him, her lips twist upwards for a second. “Like really, really?”
“Yes! They thought you were my girlfriend!” Jason answers, thinking Marinette felt the same frustration as him.
Oh, how wrong he was.
The small girl starts laughing. She puts the bowl down on the counter and slowly gets on her knees, still laughing to the point of wheezing.
Jason looked at her offended and threw a pillow at her from his place on the couch.
The pillow didn’t even get near her.
“THIS IS NOT FUNNY!” He said, his cheeks becoming pinker and pinker by the minute.
That made her crackle like a manic for a few more minutes. After calming down she cleans her face, which had tear stains from the crackling session.
“Jay, your brothers are really something.”
“Tell me about it!” He lies back down on the couch. “So basically, they asked me to ask you to come to dinner at their place.”
“Sorry leatherman, I can’t for a few weeks.” She told him, a little disappointed that she couldn’t mess with him with the help of his brothers.
“Thank the Lord!” He fisted the air in celebration.
Marinette laughs at his antics before getting back to her mousse.
“Wait.” Jason sits up, stopping his moment of happiness. “Not that I’m complaining or anything but, why can’t you? I thought you only work 4 days a week?”
“Didn’t I tell you?” She looks up at him with a raised eyebrow. “Audrey, my boss, went to the theater today to evaluate my projects? Rings any bells?”
Jason was quiet for a second, recalling their last conversations. His eyes widened.
“Oh, yeah! You did say something about that!” A smile creeps up to his face. “How did it go, Pixie Pop?”
The small girl side-eyes him before answering.
“It went well, her daughter, who’s an old friend of mine, showed up and we had coffee at that place I’ve been talking about.” She stops for a few seconds to triturate the Oreos. “Then, we met up with her mother who, by the time we got there, was already marveled by my designs!”
Jason got up to the counter sitting down next to the baker. Marinette looks up at him, seeing the proud look he had while listening to her.
“So to make it simple, it went great!” She said excitedly, a huge smile on her face.
“If it went so great, why are ya getting some free time?”
“Well, her daughter, Chloe, is staying for a few weeks and already ‘talked to my manager’ so that we can spend time together.”
She mixes the oreo remains with the cream, creating a brown, purple-ish mousse.
“Uh-huh, so anyway, is that ready?”
“No, it needs to rest a little in the cold before eating,” Marinette responds, slapping the hand that was stretched to the bowl.
Jason let out a little “oh man” while she takes the bowl to the fridge.
“Come on JJ, let’s go watch a movie.“ The bluenette grabs his arm and drags him to the couch.
“But the delicious mousse!“ He tries to argue to no avail.
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“Late! That’s what I’ll start calling if you don’t start showing up on time!” The blonde girl yells at the bluenette. “How are you always late?!”
“Simple, my good friend, one does not sleep well and ends up waking up at a later time” Marinette responds in a matter of fact tone. “Oh and good morning to you too.”
“Oh, whatever!” Chloe scoffs. She didn’t even try to retort, knowing damn well the bluenette would win the argument.
Marinette knew that as well, seeing as she smirked at the blonde.
“Let’s not waste time then, where do you want to go first?” Marinette turns to her friend. “Botanic garden or museum?”
“Garden, don’t want to think about heroes nor villains for now.”
“Is the Paris situation that bad?”
Marinette took a closer look at Chloe, the girl looked exhausted just thinking about it.
“Yeah… We’ll talk later.” She grabs the smaller girl by the arm. “Let’s go, girl, I don’t have all day.”
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Jason was with Damian when he got the text.
He had just told his brothers the great news (for him) that Marinette was unavailable for the time being.
Tim groaned and went for a coffee, Dick got a call from Barbara and left the Manor shortly after, leaving just the two of them.
Jason, being the bitch awesome brother he is, was trying to get on Damian’s nerves.
He’s phone rang signaling that a text came in.
I’m at the Ivy Gardens.
A rogue is here.
His blood went cold.
If I don’t make it, I just want you to know that I love you.
You were the big brother I never had.
“We need to go, now.”
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Coffee shop - In the Death of the Night
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Gotham University, a prestigious college in a not so great City.
It was a place full of life… straight out of a zombie movie. Yeah… Gotham wasn’t much of a cheerful place, especially with the always cloudy weather.
It was these days Marinette missed Tikki the most.
The tiny god always warmed her heart with her kind words and she always knew what to do to reassure her.
And she needed that today. Audrey was showing up in the campus theater to see her progress from the last play.
Working for Audrey was really nice, especially when she found out she wouldn’t be working in some factory-like building in New York.
Instead, Audrey offered her the opportunity to travel throughout America, working in theaters and small shops, dealing with all kinds of customers, and in all kinds of places.
Marinette learn a lot about business and design, it wasn’t her dream but it was helping her get there.
Reaching up to the theater, she spots a certain blonde girl that was glaring straight at her.
“You’re late! I’ve been here for like forever waiting for you Dupain-Cheng!” Marinette winced from the pitched tone.
“It’s good to see you too Chloe.” She smiles while hugging the blonde girl.
“Whatever.” Chloe scoffed, smiling softly soon after. “Let’s get coffee, my mother won’t be here for a couple of hours.”
“But-”
“No buts! I already talked to your manager so let’s get going.”
Marinette laughed, “Whatever you say, Karen!” She grabbed her friend’s hand to lead her to her second favorite place in Gotham.
One night, while working on some accessories for a play, the bluenette lost track of time and a janitor woke her up saying he needed to close up the place.
Still, with much to do, she gathers her things and searched for the closest coffee shop, that being BatCup a place dedicated to Gotham’s vigilantes.
It was a really cozy place that worked 24/7. Much like BatBurger, it was theme after the vigilantes, not with costumes and all but with darker tones and comfortable, oddly looking, seats.
The moment Chloe entered the place, her face said it all. She was disgusted by the design.
“Ridiculous, utterly ridiculous!” She faced Marinette with a raised brow. “How do you come to this- urg!“
The small girl laughed, “It’s not so bad? Besides, I met a really nice guy here who shares my caffeine addiction.”
“Guy? Guy as in…?” Chloe asked wiggling her eyebrows.
“No, Tim’s just a really tired coffee drinking friend,” Marinette said dismissively. “But seriously, you need to try their coffee,” her eyes sparkled. “It’s divine, a bless from the gods, the tiny ray of sunshine Gotham never gets!”
The blonde looked at her friend with a ‘are you kidding me’ expression, soon her eye soften and a small smile appears. She quickly turned it to a defeated look.
“What do you recommend then?” Chloe said with a fake sigh.
Marinette celebrates and pulls the girl to the counter. “For you, I think you would like a Nightwing coffee.”
“Nightwing?” the blonde said with a look of pure confusion.
“Yeah, it’s a theme shop so their coffee is also named after Gotham’s vigilantes.“ Marinette mostly whispers the next part. “I heard the coffees are not only named after them but the owner asked them in person so that is more accurate.“
“Really? Then why the ‘Nightwing-y’ one?“
The bluenette laughs, “Well it’s just a rumor and the Nightwing one is really sweet kinda like a cappuccino. I usually drink the Red Robin one ‘cuz it’s the one with most expresso shots in it.”
“Please tell me you don’t drink every time.”
The smaller girl sheepishly smiles. “Let’s just order.”
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Jason wasn’t happy.
He got a message from Bruce telling him about an emergency meeting.
Worried, he went to the Manor immediately, only to find his brothers spread around the living room, two with shit-eating grins and one with an amused glare.
“Is there anything you want to tell me?“ He asked, not ready for the headache that was about to come.
“That should be our question.“ Tim replied. “Who’s the girl?” He practically sang. Since Dick told him of the news, all he wanted was to mess with Jason.
Jason froze in confusion, were they messing with him?
“What are yo-?“
“The girl, Jaybird.” Dick said, “Short, dark hair, hugging you on a rooftop?“ He asked. If his brother got a girlfriend, he’ll be damned if he doesn’t get to meet her.
“How-?” Jason was cut off.
“We saw you, last night on patrol.“ Damian spoke in a no-nonsense attitude. “So who is she?“
“None of your business!“ Jason yelled frustrated. “Did you really called me here for this?“
“I wouldn’t hack B’s phone if it wasn’t for a good reason,” Tim answered, the shitty grin still on his face.
That did it. He was officially done with his brothers “Are you fuc-!”
“The girl, Jaybird, or we will tell Dad.“ Dick sent him a look, no bad words in the Manor.
“Marinette!” Jason was done with all of them. “She’s my-.“
“Girlfriend?“ Tim interrupted.
Jason swore if someone interrupts him again, he is getting the guns.
“Neighbor. She’s my neighbor and honorary sister.“ He spoke in a dangerous tone.
“Honorary sister? That seems like an excuse, Todd.” Damian voiced. When he thought of how much of a field day this would be, he never excepted to be this entertaining.
With all the back and forward discussion, no one noticed Bruce and Alfred by the door confused and amused with the situation.
“What excuse?“ Until Bruce decided to join them.
“B! Our little Jaybird got a girlfriend!“ Dick, the ever excited, explains.
That was just what Jason needed to snap. “MY GOD, SHE’S DAMIAN AGE; YOU DUMBASSES!“ The room is filled with silence, only his hard breathes are heard for a few moments.
“What?“ Dick breaks the silence.
Jason looks at his brothers. “This is why I don’t tell you about her.“ He’s exhausted and his tone showed it. “You all are morons, like I would date someone ten years younger than me.“
A moment passed, this time being Alfred to break the ice.
“Why don’t you invite her, Master Jason.“ He gently smiled. “To clear up the misunderstanding.“
“No“ Was the immediate reply.
“Oh come on!“ Tim pleaded
“No, no, no, no, no.” Jason was not having it. “She’s really sweet, y’all gonna scare her away.”
Dick and Tim started to plead and protest. Overwhelmed by the noise, Jason brings his hand up to his face.
He was not bringing her here. She had her hands full of work and his brothers where only gonna annoy her and she doesn’t need that and he doesn’t want to deal with it either and OH FOR EFFINGS SAK-!
“FINE!“ He screamed. “I’ll ask her, geez.“
Tim and Dick celebrated, Damian snorted, Bruce was facepalming from all the noise.
He was already regretting this.
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“COOKING ANGEL!!”Jason practically kicks the rooftop door. “PLEASE TELL ME YOU’VE GOT SOME SWEETS!!”
Marinette rolls her eyes at the other antics. “Good evening to you too drama queen.“
“PLEEEEEASE! I had an awful day!“ Jason throws himself at the small girl, like he was fainting.
Marinette holds him like it was her everyday life. “There, there.” She pats his back, “Let’s go downstairs, you tell me what happened and I cook you some sweets.“
“Yes please. oh goddess of baked goods!“ Jason said in dramatic fashion.
Marinette laughs soon followed by Jason as they go down to her apartment, unaware they were being watched by two idiots that couldn’t hear a thing.
Hi there! I’m sorry for taking so long to post this part, I started going to school a few days ago and the days before that I was anxious af about going therefore the late chapter.
On another note, I wasn’t really sure what age Marinette would be but, to anyone who wonders, the ages are the following - BW - 52; DG - 32; JT - 29; TD - 25; DW and MDC - 18.
I won’t include Stephany, Cass, or Duke (Not sure about Barbara) because it’s my first time writing in years and I want to take it slow. I’m sorry for those who wanted to see them, maybe later fics guys.
Anyway, I hope y’all liked it and feel free to correct my English as it’s not my first language and I feel like some parts are odd.
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Rooftop visits - In the Death of the Night.
Marinette was tired.
It was a cold dusk in Gotham and she was alone on her usual spot on the rooftop.
With a plate full of cookies, Marinette waited for Jason to show up. They met a few weeks ago and the guy was growing on her, especially because he was her only company in the night.
Much change in 5 years, Audrey Bourgeois offered an internship under her throughout America. Not wanting to see Paris for a while, the bluenette accepted it.
She went to New York, then Detroit and, jumping from place to place, ended up in Gotham for half a year.
In the two weeks she’s been in Gotham, she was amazed by the city. Even with the cloudy always winter weather and the high crime rate, Gotham had hidden jewels like the Wayne gardens, dedicated to one of the troubled rogues.
And in the same two weeks, she met two nice guys, one named Tim in a coffee shop near her part-time job and Jason, the guy who she saw every night on the roof.
Her sketchbook had pages after pages full of design ideas, proofing the great week she had.
Marinette was sketching away the good vibes when the door opens revealing a tall guy with a smoke ready to be lit.
“G'Evening.”
“Hey, Jay!” Marinette looked up to Jason. “Rough day, I see.”
Jason snort, eyes turning at the remark. He smirk down to the small girl, only the darkness under his eyes showing his exhaustion.
“You guess it.” He patted her head.
A knowing smile plastered itself on Marinette’s face and she reached for the plate next to her. “Perhaps this may help?”
“Heck yeah, it will!”
He hugged Marinette and chugged down three cookies at once, having a huge childish smile since the moment he saw the goods.
“How’s your day, Pixie Pop?” Jason, now looking like a squirrel, said.
The bluenette laughed at the sight.
“It was nice. The company finally decided in the next production, so~ now I get to work on the outfits for the play.”
“That’s great news!” Jay pinched her cheek. “Which play is it this time?”
“One of my favorites, Heathers. I’m so excited to start the costumes!” Marinette grabbed her sketchbook opening it on her latest designs. “Look!”
Jason laid his head on top of Marinette’s and the works on display. A proud smile quickly appeared.*
“They look really great already.” He hugged her tight.
“Thanks, Jay.” Smiling widely, she turned around to face him. “So, are you ready for a movie night?”
“Sweetie, I was born ready.”
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Swinging from building to building, two figures were racing.
Damian was on patrol night with Dick, which meant running from him or being forced to a heart-to-heart.
This past couple weeks Damian felt unsettling and didn’t really understand why.
In the night he lies awake, feeling like he should be doing something.
In his dreams, he finds himself reaching out to something, someone, and wakes up whenever he gets close enough to make out a woman like figure.
In the day, he walks through the house as if searching for something and, of course, his brothers noticed.
Damian was tired and really snappy about it.
Especially now when his most overbearing brother is after him, looking to be helpful and supportive.
After realizing he was off route, Damian stopped on a rooftop nearby.
Dick soon followed, determination painted in his eyes.
“We need to talk.” He sternly said.
“I have nothing to say.”
The older boy frown. “You’ve been on edge this past week, what’s going on?”
“Nothing is going on.” Damian kept his face neutral, bottling up the anxiety inside of him.
“Don’t give me that Baby bird. I know you.” He stepped closer and grabbed Damian’s shoulder. “Whatever it is, I’m here for you.”
“Seriously, it’s nothing.”
Dick looked disappointed but still persisted.
A few minutes passed in silence and Damian caves in guilt.
“That’s exactly it, nothing has happened, nothing is going on but,” he bits his lip, searching for a way to describe it, “I feel on edge, like I should be doing something and I don’t know what it is!”
Dick hugs the boy, the frown softening in understanding.
“Don’t worry too much about it, it’s normal to feel that way sometimes.” He pulls away slightly and ruffles his hair.
“Hey!” Damian steps back with a frown, trying to put his hair back to place.
“Maybe you just forgot something, most likely to do your homework.” Dick laughed when Damian scoffed.
“Whatever it is, I’m here for you Baby Bird.” Smiled widely. “How about we finish patrol and race back to the cave?”
“Oh, you’re on!” Damian spoke, feeling at ease after the talk.
Before going back to patrolling the city, something caught his eye.
The most annoying of his brothers was hugging a small girl in the building next to them.
By the looks of it, they were close.
Damian grinned. He’ll have a field day tomorrow.
Hey there! I saw that a lot of you wanted to see Lila going down and yeah… Not gonna happen for plot proposes. :)
But on a good side, Damian is back again!
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Alone with my thoughts - In the Death of the Night
Trigger warning: this chapter describes someone having a panick attack. I’ll mark the start and end in a line.
Marinette sat alone in her room.
Her parents were working at the bakery, her friends were in school and Tikki was sleeping.
It was winter time so the little god spent most of her day sleeping.
Marinette was drawing, legs crossed, the sketch book on the floor and her left wrist holding her head up, more specifically, her lips on her mark.*
Whenever she was down it was when she was most inspired. That was how she got her mind off things. Design after design after design, ideas quickly filled the pages of her sketch book.
She didn’t even notice the knock on her trapdoor nor the three figures that got in her room.
“Marinette?” The said girl looked up and let out a scream, very surprised to see her friends there.
Alya laughed before hugging the bluenette. “Hey girl!”
“Hi Mari. Brought you today’s class notes.” Adrien smile giving her a small pile of papers.
Marinette put her pencils and sketch book away before grabbing Adrien’s notes, saying a small ‘thanks’ to the boy.
“How are ya feeling, dudette?” Nino asked giving a side hug to the bluenette.
“I’m okay, thanks for the save Nino” Marinette softly smiled in appreciation.
“Anyway!” Alya loudly clapped her hands to gain the girl’s attention. “I know you didn’t like what Lila said sooo, I had a chat with her about… You know…” Her voice started strong but gradually became more quiet in the end of her sentence.
“You what?” Marinette and the boys asked, obviously not liking what was said for different reasons.
“Yeah, she didn’t know so someone had to tell her.”
Marinette was seriously considering never showing up in school.
The thought of Lila using that against her, made her nauseous.
“You told her?” Adrien said, disbelief in his voice.
“Yes, I told her. Now that she knows she won’t bring something like that again.”
“What about the 'stealing me from you’ part, babe?” Nino asked.
“Oh that? Well I told her Marinette would never do that to me and problem solved!”
Marinette sighed as a response. That couldn’t be a good sign.
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The next morning was not a fun one.
It was 4 am when she finally woke up gasping for air and her wounds started to close.
Luckily, Tikki was already up munching yesterday’s cookies, a saddening gaze set on her chosen, one she often had when Marinette had those nightmares.
“Hey…” Marinette painfully whispered.
Tikki flew to her chosen’s uninjured cheek, hugging it with all the love and care she felt for the other.
“Hey Marinette.” She softly said.
They both stayed as they were, Marinette curled against herself with Tikki hugging her, no words were spoken.
Marinette didn’t like to talk about what she sees when she has those nightmares. How she felt every wound from the smallest to the deadliest. How painful it truly was. How this Damian, her Damian, was fighting someone three times his size.
Her parents tried to get her a therapist, but she still wouldn’t opened up about it. She preferred to work to the point of exhaustion so that she didn’t lived through it.
After all, it truly terrifies her to remember that’s how Damian died. And that she was powerless to help him.
It was funny to think she became a hero that brings back the dead. But she could never bring him back.
A tear fell.
Then another, and another.
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She was sobbing by the time she realized where her thoughts were going.
Her breaths were fast and shallow. The room was spinning, or was it turning back?
She couldn’t tell, everything was hurting and her mind was loud and foggy. She hugged herself, her nails marking her arms.
She was terrified, begging for something to make her stop.
Air.
She need air.
She tried to go to the window but her legs failed. Facing the ground, she gasped for air.
Tikki was telling her something but she couldn’t understand her words.
She needed to stop.
Marinette closed her eyes.
'Deep breaths.’ She thought.
She couldn’t he akumatized.
'Deep breaths.’
She has a city to protect.
'Deep, slow breaths.’
Her family, her friends, her people.
She couldn’t let them down.
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Slowly her eyes opened as a tiny purple butterfly turned around.
Her breathing was heavy but more stable.
Tikki brought her a tissue and gave her a smile before hugging the girl’s cheek again.
Marinette looked at the clock again. 5 am. She felt tired but needed to get ready for school.
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Lila was grinning in her seat.
She wasn’t expecting the scolding she got the day before but turned the tables with a few tears.
Alya, after taking a step back, realized that Lila didn’t know anything which also turned in the Italian’s favour.
After all the time spent in encouraging the class, they actually thought she was their friend and, the best part was, some of them were questioning if it was fair to make the topic tabbu.
She could use that.
Lila finally got something to truly ruin the poor little Marinette.
She couldn’t help but grin widely.
Her reign was finally starting.
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Friendships - In the Death of the Night
When Lila came, she seemed exciting, instresting and new.
She gave the kind of feeling of a new toy. Full of new aventures and new exotic stories.
After Marinette opened her eyes to the ilusion the Italian created of herself, the bakers daughter tried to exposed the lying fox, but all of her attempts were to no avail.
Lila didn’t like having someone against her agenda, so naturally she tried to charm Marinette at first, then, she got no results, she tried to get her way with a different metoded.
She threathen to take away all of the girls happiness by turning her friends agaisnt her. In the face of this, Marinette held her head high and nothing happened for a while.
Her friends were still her friends and there was no bad rumors about her. Then she almost got expelled, but was saved by Adrien.
And everything seemed to be awfully quiet for some time. Marinette still had her friends but something was off.
She couldn’t put her finger on it tho, so she blamed it on her paranoia.
With that, she did her best for her friends that she didn’t want to lose. And her friends were still her friends. Asking for help here and for some favors there. The usual.
But somehow it wasn’t. Marinette wouldn’t dare to admit it, but they were starting to ask to much of her. First it was just a few commissions. Then she saw herself drowning in a work load that require a lot of time.
The school started to get a lot of field trips ideas, which was up to the class representative to help plan with their teacher. Another thing that took overloaded her schedule.
Not to even mention the akuma attacks she had to deal with. At least for that she had the help of Chat Noir. Their relationship was rocky at first. But after a heart to heart and one look at her eye bags, Chat became someone very precious to Marinette.
Someone who she wouldn’t trade for all the money in the world.
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After a long night without sleep, Marinette was actually early for class.
She organized the clothing and needles that defined her night. She got dressed and did her midnight hair up in her custom pigtails, smiling after realizing she didn’t look like a sleep deprived zombie.
She grabbed her bag, some breakfast and cookies for the tiny God and walk her way to school.
As Marinette was about to enter the classroom, she heard the sweetly sick voice say something that made everything click.
“…yes! Of course you should ask Marinette for help! Isn’t she our everyday Ladybug?”
“But isn’t she with a lot of work on her plate?”
“Rose, it’s Marinette. You know you can always count on her for anything!” Alya replied as if it was nothing to be worried.
Marinette decided it was time to put her foot down.
Going inside the classroom she went to her seat next to Alya. Rose, already near the seat, waited for the bluenette to take a seat before talking.
“Good morning Marinette! There’s something I need to talk to you.” She spoke in her usual cheerful tone. “As you probably know, me and Juleka are going out to this fancy restaurant for our 3 year anniversary and I was wondering if you could make me a dress for the occasion.”
Marinette hesitated. She didn’t want to say no to her. It was a really special occasion.
“I’m sorry Rose but I have my full of commissi–”
“Seriously Marinette? They are soulmates! It’s a big deal to them! Can’t you understand?”
The class froze as a one when Lila spoke.
“I-I know it’s important to them but I can’t help then this time.” Marinette didn’t show how painful it was to think about it.
Nino went up to her side trying to show some support.
“Yeah Marinette, you’re acting as we aren’t as important as your projects.” Rose spoke with a frown.
Before entering the classroom Marinette understood that Lila was doing something to her friends but now she could see the full picture.
Her friends changed.
“No seriously, it’s not that much work Marinette. Just do it.” Mylene said.
The way they would “ask” things as if they were entitled to them.
“If it’s Marinette, I’m sure she can handle it. Right Marinette?” The bluenette now clearly sees the sharpness on Alya’s smile.
The way their smiles scream arrogant and their gaze was like a ruler looking at their subjects.
Incentives were heard from everyone. The once blind Marinette, finally realized the pressure they were putting on her.
“I’m telling you I can’t!” She finally shouted.
“You can’t or you won’t?” Someone asked. Marinette couldn’t tell who it was.
They changed in ways Marinette wasn’t expecting. Ways that clearly weren’t healthy.
Still they were her friends! Nino and Kim grew up with her!
But Nino wasn’t saying anything at all and Kim was in a swimming competition in Germany.
She looked at the DJ, pleading with her eyes for him to do something.
“Guys enough! Can’t you see how white the dudette looks? She’s clearly not feeling well, specially with that soulmate talk. Not cools dudes, not cool” Nino grabbed her arms to pull her to her feet. “Let’s get some fresh air M.?”
Nodding, Nino guided her to the door.
“Are you serious Marinette? Doesn’t one soulmate seem enough?” Lila spoke trying to make the class argue again, unknowing of how she used the wrong topic to cause trouble.
Everyone gasped, looking between the brunette and the bluenette.
Nino glared at her while walking Marinette out of the room.
He didn’t want to see Alya, his soulmate, end Lila’s whole career.
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Marinette was seating against the wall while Nino talked to Mlle. Bustier. She was as white as a sheet of paper.
How could she be so blind? Lila wasn’t lying low, she was doing what she promised!
Her friends weren’t turned against her, but they were different from what they were before.
She had an urge to scream.
Thinking back she started to see the red flags on some of their behavior.
It was so slowly and so unnoticeable that it made Marinette’s stomach turn.
She had to do something.
Nino came out from the teachers lounge and sat next to the designer.
“Hey M., how are you feeling?” He said softly.
“I’m fine…” She whispered.
“I just talked to the teach’, she said I could take you home for the day. How do you feel about that?”
Marinette nodded. She could use the extra time.
“Let’s go then.” Nino smile. It was a kind smile, no sharpness to it. Maybe not all of her friends were different.
Maybe she could turn them back to their usual self.
Maybe, just, maybe…
So I kinda forgot to explain something on one of my last posts.
In this story, the place where a soulmark is represents what one of them think of soulmates. For example: if someone is really proud of soulmates their mark would be on their chest.
So when a soulmark is under the foot, it can mean 3 thing:
They don’t want a soulmate.
They despise the concept of soulmates.
They feel an extreme need to hide the fact they have a soulmate.
This last one is Damian’s case, which is also a rare case, so most people dicard it completely.
When the mark moved to their wrists, Marinette believe it meant her other half was starting to accept her. To make it clear, the mark moved because Damian was starting to realise it was okay to have a soulmate.
I hope you guys have a nice day!
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Lost paradise - In the Death of the Night
Marinette is a sweet child.
Some may even say she is sunshine incarnated. Specially when she smiled.
At least Nino and Kim did, on multiple occasions.
Those two made jokes how she would blind them, even going as far as to get sunglasses and offer them to the other kids when they played together.
Even with Chloe around, nothing toned down the shine of her smile. Until something did.
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When she skipped school, they didn’t think much of it. But she wasn’t there the next day, nor the day after that. And not for a whole week.
“Maybe she’s sick” Kim said trying to the other boy.
Nino let out a sigh. He had a bad feeling about this, and his 6th sense was almost never wrong. Specially when it comes to friends.
After another week without news from their friend, Marinette showed up.
Her walk was slow, with her feet dragging. Her hair was let down covering there face but what it could be seen was paled.
She was shaking and when she raised her head her eyes, oh her cristal clear bluebell eyes. They were darker, like a deep ocean, devoid of any light.
Nino freezed when he saw her. The ray of pure sunshine looked oh so broken, it brought tears to Nino’s eyes.
Kim stopped talking the moment his friend’s smile fell. Following his eyes, Kim turned around and ran. Marinette was here, and she didn’t look well.
Pulling her to a hug, Kim frightening the poor girl who was in a daze.
“Hey Kim.” Marinette forced a smile. Her voice was croaky and her eyes sunken.
“What happened?! We were so worried!” Nino said, his tone was desperate. He got closer to his friends after Kim’s sudden movement.
Kim let go of the girl hearing the seriousness in the small boy.
“I-” Marinette cut herself off, she frowns as a bitter smile forms. “It-It’s better if you saw.” She whispered.
Nino and Kim shared a look as Marinette pull up her sleeve reviling her left wrist with a band-aid. Taking it off the ten year olds were shooked.
They never saw a scratched soulmark.
And certainly weren’t expecting their Eurasian friend to be the one with one.
Silent tears fell from her eyes and the boys hugged her.
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It took a lot out of Marinette to keep breathing and move on, but after 3 years it didn’t hurt as much as before.
The topic of Soulmates was never brought up again in front of Marinette, thanks to Kim’s hard glare and Nino’s gentle persuasion.
Even Chloe felt bad for the girl and stepped down a notch.
She smiled again, even though it didn’t quite reached her eyes.
She made friends, such as Alya, who became great friends with. Later she also befriend a boy with such alluring green eyes. His name was Adrien.
She also met Tikki, a tiny God of Creation, and together became Ladybug.
Everything was fine. Life still moved forward.
Until it wasn’t. And Life still went on.
Hi, hope y'all liked it. :) I can’t even say how much it’s going to hurt me to write the next part. :’)
Well have a nice day! :D
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Soulmark - In the Death of the Night
“If one ever finds ones soulmate, they must kill them. No hesitation. No mercy”
That’s the first rule Damian learn from his grandfather.
He made an oath then and there: he never would search for his soulmate and, if by any chance, they appeared right in front of him, he would turn the other way.
He didn’t need them anyway.
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On his 7th birthday, Damian woke up earlier than usual, after all today he’ll know his soulmate’s name.
He got out of bed and checked the lock on the door. Then we checked the windows for any unwanted attention, and closed the curtains.
He turned to his closet and searched for a hand mirror.
“It’s now or never.” He whispered as he grabbed the small mirror.
Taking deep breaths, Damian sat on the bed, closed his eyes. After readying himself, he rolled down his sleeves and carefully searched for any sign of black ink.
‘Nothing here.’ he thought relieved. Arms were easy to cover up, but, it was even easier to spot any writing.
Next he used the mirror to see if there were any writing in his chest, neck or behind the ears. Those were common places to have a soulmark, luckily, that wasn’t Damian’s case.
Putting his head on his hands, he sighed in relieve, if he did have a soulmate, at least their name wasn’t on plain sight.
Damian opened his eyes and look down. His mouth opened in surprised. There it was.
Quite unnoticeable, his soulmark carved itself on his left foot, practically on his sile.
Marinette Dupain-Cheng.
His soulmate.
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That day, his mother Talia payed a visit. One he was expecting, after all, it wasn’t everyday a soulmark would appear.
“As you know, today is a… special day, Damian.” Talia spoke in a cunning tone.
“I know.” Damian said, his not giving away any thoughts not any feelings.
“Let’s not waste time.” Talia looked at him trying to find any give away. “Did you find any soulmark?” She spoke the last word with repulsion.
“I didn’t found any mark mother.” He answered.
Talia squint her eyes at him and Damian stared right back at her. It was silent fight between the two, an old dance, one might say, as they waited for the other to looked away.
As Talia gaze softened, Damian relaxed.
“That’s good then.”
It was better this way. No one could ever know.


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At age 10, Damian was forced to live with his father, after the League of Assassins was attacked. Talia thought her son would be safe there and Bruce Wayne didn’t have much of a choice, seeing that Damian is biologically his son.
The first days were a mess. Damian was very unhappy and acted as a total brat. He was the heir of his grandfather’s ruler’s position, he would not be treated as a mere child.
Unfortunately, Bruce was headstrong and stubborn, like father, like son, Alfred said.
The tension was high and mostly it was a really unpleasant experience to anyone involved.
Through the following months, Damian started to adapt, seeing things in a different light. Yes the 'no killing rule’ was difficult to follow when you’ve been told that killing was essential since you could walk, but hey at least he’s trying.
Bruce and Dick were a pain to get along with but they made it work. Meanwhile, Jason and Tim were merely tolerate with a few threats here and a few objects thrown there.
Alfred was the easiest and definitely his favorite seeing as he was the only one who took Damian seriously right of the bat.
As the days passed, Wayne was no longer just his father’s last name. It was starting to be his family’s name.
It was starting to be his name. Damian Wayne.
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Marinette felt a warm fuzzy feeling when she woke up. It was like bubbles were inside her and it made her smile.
It was weird because she barely slept last night, seeing as she spent most of her evening trying to make a scarf for the first time.
She was happy with her progress but wasn’t quite satisfied with it. Her mother’s birthday was coming up and she wanted to do something special for her.
Still in sitting position, she looked around and smile upon her disaster. Her mother’s sewing kit was spread on the floor and the scarf was left half done on her lap.
'Well time to clean up’, she thought as she sighed.
She stood up, stretched her arms and paused. Marinette saw something black when her sleeve slid down.
'Don’t let it be another bruise’, she pleaded as examined her left wrist.
Tears filled her eyes when she saw it clearly. Overwhelmed, she fell to her knees, tears falling from her bluebell eyes and a huge smile painted her face.
“They want me.” She quietly let out. “They finally want me!”
She checked her left foot for confirmation. The small 'Damian Al Ghul’ was gone. And her wrist, that once had clear skin, now had a name written. Damian Wayne.
“Maybe this is a good sign.” She said to no one in particular.
The 10 year old Marinette had hope again, unaware of the cruelty that was already written in her fate.
I’m at lost for words. One day I had 2 notes and now it’s over 100. It seriously made my day, thank you all.
For those who asked, this is a Daminette story with platonic Jasonette, as I plan to have Jason meet Marinette and befriend her before she actually meets Damian.
I hope y'all like this. I’m kinda new to writing and English is not my first language so I’m all ears to what’s your thoughts on this.
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I’ve got an idea for a Daminette soulmate fanfic where, when one soulmate dies the other relieves their death almost every night.
Just imagine:
Marinette Dupain-Cheng, a 10 year old girl, one night, after a normal day, goes to sleep and slowly relieves Damien’s death.
Startled, she takes deep breaths to calm herself down as nasty wounds close up like nothing happened. But then it hits her.
An excruciating pain slits her wrist, one unlike any other she felt before.
In a panick, she brings her PJs sleeve down and see it. The once beautiful handwriting, now with a crooked line over it.
Damian Wayne
Her one and only soulmate was dead.
Her other half was gone and she never got the chance to meet him.

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