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Hello dear fandom as you can see the asks "Do you like jazz" and "Does thy accomplish the responsibility of enjoying Jazz" have been going around .None of us have sent these asks, however the anon that is going around is happy to join us if they decide to.

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A Wave of Destruction 2

(Part 1)

Yeah,,, it looks like we’re just going with the flow. Who needs an outline? It’s fine. I’m fine. Everything’s totally fine.

Marinette’s fingernails dug into her arms as she squeezed them anxiously. Dick was pushing the wheelchair she was in so that they could warn the others about what she had found. She probably needed to sleep after the toll the wave took on her body, as well as the magic she used, but she was sure she needed to tell the others first. Dick was hesitant, but eventually conceded.

They didn’t even make it halfway to the bedrooms before they were stopped.

“Miss Marinette, Master Richard. I sure hope you are headed to the kitchen and then to bed.”

Dick and Mari froze. Both their heads slowly turned to the right, where Alfred was standing, frowning at both of them.

“Oh, hey Alfred,” Dick said nervously. “We need to talk to everyone. It’s kinda urgent.”

Alfred raised an eyebrow. “Is anyone dying?”

Dick uncomfortably cleared his throat. “I- well- no-“
“And is the world going to end in the next twenty-four hours?”

“No?”

Alfred nodded once. “Then the news can wait. I have prepared two sandwiches in the kitchen. Master Richard, if you could bring Miss Marinette there please.”

“I-“ Dick’s voice faltered at the look the butler gave him. He sighed and looked down. “Yes, mom,” he grumbled under his breath as he started wheeling Mari to the kitchen.

Sure enough, two sandwiches sat on the counter. Dick grabbed them and brought one to Marinette. Tikki was given a cookie by Alfred, who watched in satisfaction as everyone ate. Once they were done, Mari spoke up. “Can we gather everyone now?”

Alfred gave her a look. “Since no one is dying and the world is not ending, I do believe you both should get some rest. Those eye-bags you have are heavy enough to sink a boat, Miss Marinette.”

Mari just sighed, knowing it was a losing battle. Too tired to make it to their rooms, Dick wheeled Mari to the living room, where they fell asleep on the two couches.

...

Marinette woke up to whispers.

Cracking one eye open slightly, she was met with four faces staring at her. She raised an eyebrow as she became more awake. Jason just smiled at her unabashedly as he took a picture of her on his phone. Dick was cooing at her. Damian smirked when she rolled her eyes at them. She looked down at her chest, where Tikki and Kaalki were curled up. Tikki was slightly glowing as she tried healing both her and her Guardian’s energies.

“You know the kwami don’t show up on camera, right?” She asked Jason.

The older man waved a hand at her dismissively. “Yeah but you’re just too cute to not take a picture of. It’s like taking a picture of a baby kitten. It would be a crime not to.”

“Oh my kwami.” She threw an arm over her eyes, effectively jostling the kwami, waking them both up.

Tim tapped her knee lightly. “Hey Mars. Why is Tikki glowing?”

The young woman just sighed. “Go get Bruce and Alfred and I’ll explain everything.”

“Everything?” Damian challenged. “Including what happened last night?”

“Yes everything,” she affirmed.

Once Bruce and Alfred had been collected, Mari sat up and mentally prepared herself for yet another tiring discussion with the Waynes. It didn’t take long for Bruce to ask what happened the previous night.

“Last night a wave of destruction ran over Gotham.”

“What?” Tim scrunched his eyebrows.

Mari tiredly waved her hand at him. “Hold on, I’ll explain. The reason I collapsed last night is because a sudden wave of darkness and destruction ran through not only Gotham, but me as well.”

“Why was no one else affected?” Bruce asked.

“Probably because of me,” Tikki said sadly from Marinette’s shoulder.

Mari pat the kwami comfortingly. “It’s not your fault, Tikki. I’m sure this would have happened anyway since I’m the Guardian. It’s literally my job to look out for events like this.”

Bruce held up a hand to stop her. “Can you explain what that means? What event happened last night for the destruction to happen? Did anything bad happen?”

Mari nodded. “The thing that started this did not happen here, nor did it happen last night. From what I could tell, four months ago, a major catastrophic event happened in Tibet that started a massive flood of destruction to upset the balance of the world. I believe the spread started then, and moved slowly. However, it’s picking up it’s pace. If I reached out with my magic I think I’d probably find that the entire earth has been covered by now.”

“No!” A loud voice shouted out. Mari startled back. Dick gave her an apologetic look. “Sorry, Mari. But no using magic until you’re back to one hundred percent.”

Marinette sighed, but did not argue. She was very tired and her energy was still battling with the darkness. “Nonetheless, now I have to figure out what happened and what to do about it.”

“I have a guess,” Tikki said under her breath, unheard by anyone.

“Did you say it started in Tibet?” Tim asked.

“It did,” Mari confirmed. “The Temple is in Tibet. The Order either did something, or something happened to them. Honestly I’m not too worried about them, they can go to hell for all I care. However, I do care about what happens to the rest of the world because of whatever they did.”

“What happens if we don’t fix it? Can we just leave it and try to deal with the aftermath?” Jason asked.

Mari cringed. “I don’t think so. Leaving that much unbalanced can start causing bad things to happen. The weather, for example, might become much more destructive. I’m talking tornadoes and hurricanes and volcanoes erupting prematurely and hail the size of cars. Nothing pretty can happen if the scales are tilted to one side.”

Tim tilted his head, his expression curious. “What happens if there is too much of the other side? Creation.”

There was a slight pause before Mari answered. “Imagine the earth suddenly growing at three times the speed. Trees sprout inside of houses. Vines completely cover buildings. Animals suddenly overpopulate. Millions of insects and parasites taking over the land. The world filled with nothing but overgrown vegetation. You can’t even see the sky. Everything evolves. Humans create more and more.

“What’s going to happen- or I guess what’s already happening to the earth is also happening to me.” She looked down. “As the guardian, I have a deep connection to anything related to the miraculous. It’s why Tikki and I need to be close to each other until this is solved. The darkness rushed through both of us. Tikki is creation. Her and Plagg balance each other out. But now Tikki is infected with destruction, so the scales are tipped more to one side than usual.”

“How dangerous is it?” Tim asked.

Mari’s face grew grim. “If we don’t solve it, it could overpower the creation in my body. Tikki would become very weak. The destruction would basically act as a cataclysm- destroying my body from the inside out.” She looked at Tim. “Tikki was glowing earlier because she’s trying to ward off the destruction in my body and keep it balanced. Unfortunately, her energy is already trying to fight off the darkness already inside of her too, so it’s not very strong.”

The room fell into a heavy silence.

Finally, Damian spoke up. “What can we do?”

Mari looked at Tikki before looking back at the youngest Wayne. “I think I can fix it.”

Dick’s eyebrows furrowed. “All of it?”

“It won’t be easy. Or quick. But with enough research, concentration, and sheer spite, I can probably dispel most of it.” She paused. “Assuming I can figure out what went wrong in the first place.”

“Why does that matter?”

“Because a different origin usually requires a different solution. If the origin was magic, I have to solve it with a certain counter spell. If it was an alien source, I need to search for a cure. If it was a cause related to the Miraculous, as I suspect, I need to use my Guardian knowledge and skills to remove the destruction from the world.” She shrugged. “It’s situational.”

Dick nodded. He looked to Bruce and then to his brothers. He finally turned back to Mari. “So what can we do to help?”

The young woman shook her head slowly. “I’m not sure. I’m going to talk to the other kwami as soon as I go back home, and then I can figure out where to go from there. This is the first time anything like this has ever happened. I don’t really have a game plan. But I’ll let you know the second that changes.”

Dick smiled. “You better.”

...

Despite saying she would talk to the kwami once she got home, Marinette instead took a nap, which is how Sabine found her three hours later. The woman smiled and went to the kitchen to make herself and her daughter tea.

When the tea kettle let out a sound akin to a dying cat, Marinette woke up. She slowly sat up, aware there was at least two kwami laying on her, and she didn’t want to dislodge them. Her Maman walked into the room with two cups of tea, handing one to her daughter. They sit in silence for a while, basking in each other’s presence. Finishing her tea, Mari set the cup on the coffee table and turned her body to face her Maman. Sensing a question, Sabine turned her head to her daughter.

“Maman,” Mari started. “Something happened last night that I need to tell you about.” After Sabine nodded, Mari launched into a shortened summary of the events that took place in the last twenty-four hours. Sabine nodded and hummed in the right places, her forgotten tea growing cold. “And I’m not sure what to do now. I have to figure out what happened so I can figure out how to fix it, but I’m not sure I can without using my magic, which Dick doesn’t want me doing. I told them I’d ask the kwami about this, but I literally came home and crashed on the couch, so I haven’t had time to ask.”

Sabine set down her cold tea and scooted over to hold Mari’s hands. “Marinette, ever since you were little you’ve always tried solving all the problems of the world. You never hesitated to help people when they asked, and you always asked to help when they didn’t. I watched you grow into an amazing, kind young girl, and now an amazing young woman. You’ve always been too kind for your own good. But before anything else, you always follow your intuition. So just do what feels right.”

Mari gave a watery smile and tightly hugged Sabine, thankful for the pep talk. Without saying anything else, she stood and walked to her room, Tikki resting on her shoulder and Kaalki floating beside her. Once in the room, some of the other kwami floated over. Marinette grabbed a sketchbook so that she could work while she talked.

“Any ideas, Tikki?” She asked the being on her shoulder.

Tikki looked over at the corner of the room, where two kwami were floating, looking anywhere but at their guardian. “I have one idea.”

Marinette looked up from her sketchbook, following Tikki’s eyes. “Plagg? Trixx?” She looked back at Tikki. “Why? Because Plagg is the kwami of destruction?”

“Yes and no. I believe we will get more answers if you ask them.” The kwami of creation glared at the two in the corner.

“Plagg?” Mari questioned, motioning him to come to her. She gets suspicious when she sees their guilty expressions. “Trixx? Do you know what caused the wave?”

“Hey, Pigtails,” Plagg chucked nervously.

The girl narrowed her eyes. “Plagg, I haven’t worn pigtails since I was thirteen. And I thought I asked you a question.”

“Yeah, about that.” Trixx avoided eye contact.

Marinette’s suspicion meter was skyrocketing. “What did you do?”

Plagg floated closer to Mari. “Remember that time where The Order of the Guardians kidnapped you for like eight years?”

“Yes.”

“And remember the fact that you’re the guardian and you’re not supposed to abuse us or hurt us?” Trixx added.

“And how you said that you wouldn’t stop us from getting revenge?” Plagg chimed back in.

Marinette’s eyes lost all suspicion and started to glare at both kwami. “What did you do?”

“Nothing terrible,” Plagg said, shrugging. “We just tortured those old geezers for a bit.”

“Nothing too bad,” Trixx smiled nervously.

“Nothing too bad?!” Mari gave them an incredulous look. The destruction and chaos literally created a giant wave of darkness that flooded over the entire world. I’m not even sure how one would even start to get rid of it!”

The destruction kwami waved one of his nubs dismissively. ”You’ll figure it out. You’re a ladybug. That’s your specialty.”

Mari snapped shut her forgotten sketchbook and threw it away from her. “That’s not the point!” Feeling herself getting angry, she closed her eyes and breathed deeply for a few seconds. She didn’t want to scare Nooroo. “Look. Plagg, you’re right. I did say that I wouldn’t stop you. But what you did had disastrous consequences. Poor Tikki is weaker. I’m weaker. The entire world is feeling the effects. I just want you to realize that not every problem can be solved with violence.” She looked over at Trixx. “You too. I know whatever you did couldn’t have caused this much destruction, but you certainly didn’t stop Plagg.”

The small cat and fox kwami’s ears flattened. They both looked down. Marinette sighed. “I know you wanted to avenge me.” She offered a small smile. “And I thank you both for that. Your hearts were in the right place. You just had stupid and reckless methods.”

Tikki patted Mari’s shoulder lightly. “Marinette’s right. Plagg, Trixx. I also want to get revenge, but doing so without a wielder has nasty consequences. Just look at the dinosaurs! Atlantis! Pompeii! Cataclysm’s without a filter are dangerous. We’re lucky this is all that happened.”

Marinette nodded along with Tikki’s words. “Because of this, I’m going to have to punish you both.” She held up a hand when both started to argue. “You can’t change my mind. Plagg, you will not have any Camembert or other cheeses until we can find a working solution to fix the balance of the world. Trixx, you can’t make any illusions or do any more pranks until we find a working solution to fix the balance. Tikki, do you find these fair?”

Tikki bobbed her head. “These are kinder than they deserve, but you are the Guardian. I believe they need to learn their lesson somehow.”

Plagg let out a mew of distress. “No camembert,” he cried out in anguish.

Trixx floated to the floor. “Illusions are what I do. I have no purpose in life now,” they muttered.

Tikki just sighed in exasperation. “Trixx, you still have a purpose. And Plagg, you can still eat literally anything else. Just no cheeses.”

Mari giggled quietly as the creation and destruction kwami dove into bickering, Tikki never leaving her shoulder. Nooroo floated over slowly. “Guardian?” After Mari turned her eyes to him, he continued. “Can I ask a favor?”

“Of course.” Her eyes softened.

The butterfly kwami looked down shyly. “Would you allow me to stay with you for a while?”

Marinette tilted her head. “What do you mean?”

“Could you wear the butterfly miraculous for a while?” Nooroo was basically whispering by the end of his question, slightly shaking.

“Oh Nooroo.” The young Guardian gently scooped the kwami into her hands. “Of course I can wear your miraculous. Can I ask why?”

Nooroo seemed very relieved by her affirmative response, and grew a little more confident. “I have had a rough time in the last year growing used to being able to do what I want. Being with my old master-“ he shuttered- “I didn’t have any freedom, and now that I have it, I wish to be able to go outside the Miracle Box and not be confined to this room.”

Mari’s mouth formed an ‘O’ shape. “You want to come with me to the Wayne’s house? And on patrol?”

“If my Guardian will allow it.”

Marinette smiled, glad the kwami was actually asking for something. “I’d love to take you with me, Nooroo.”

“Really?” The kwami looked at her in awe. “You don’t think it would be too dangerous to have that many Miraculi on you?”

Marinette shrugged. “I have to wear Tikki’s all the time now, yes, but I don’t need to wear Kaalki’s unless I’m actively using it, and unless I need one of the Miraculi specifically, I think it’ll be okay to have two on me. I just need to be extra careful.”

Nooroo’s face lit up. “Oh, thank you Guardian!” He flew to her cheek quickly and hugged it. Marinette giggled and brought up one of her hands to give him a mini hug back.

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Obstacles

“Good luck, Drake. You’ll need it,” a voice voice piped up from behind him. He turned, raising a brow at the girl walking behind him.

Marinette Dupain-Cheng. The second smartest person at Gotham Academy, after him of course. She’d shown up at the end of last year and had quickly begun to challenge him for the top grades in class. The two quickly formed a rivalry, trying to best the other, having the best grades, winning any competition in PE, and just generally trying to one up the other.

“I should be saying the same to you.”

“Oh no. You’ll need all the luck you can spare. I’ve got more than enough to carry me to victory,” she replied passing him, pulling ahead into the gym. He shook his head as he entered after her, changing his focus to surveying the obstacle course that had been set up.

Nothing seemingly too challenging, he thought joining the rest of his classmates before the

“Today we will take a quick walk through the obstacle course, before you all start running it. Hopefully we can get through everyone twice, timed. Fastest time will be recorded for tomorrow’s challenge. Yes, Andrew?”

“What will the challenge be?”

“You’ll find out tomorrow.”

The class walked through, as Mr. Willis explained what each part of the course was and the order it was to be run, before he lined them all up and sent them through one by one.

Tim watched Marinette as she made her way through the obstacle course. She looked unnervingly at ease moving through, climbing, and jumping off the unusual terrain set up in the gym. She moved similarly to Dick, almost as if she was an acrobat, though her movements weren’t quite as polished as his brother’s. For her first time seeing the course she moved with a confidence none of their peers had. She moved as if she’d had experienced and knew she wasn’t going to stumble despite the foreign terrain. He narrowed his eyes slightly.

Too much ease and confidence, he thought watching her. That section there tripped me up there, it’s tripped everyone and she hasn’t stumbled once this whole course.

She finished the course with a grin, sending a smug look his way as she finished.

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Marinette tilted her head to the side as she watched Tim run the course. He was better than most of their classmates. He seemed sure in his movements, fast with his movements. He had a self-assurance that none of their classmates had. So far so smooth. Hasn’t fumbled once unlike the others- spoke too soon- she watched him trip, the same place everyone else had caution there then. He was good, she would admit that much with a small smile. It was nice having the competition. The rivalry without the bullying she was used to. It was refreshing.

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“Today, you will be working in pairs to complete the obstacle course together. I’ve paired you all up based on the times from yesterday. You’ll be running this as a three legged race. Pairs will be as follows. Marinette and Tim,” Mr. Willis called. Tim tuned the names of the other pairings as he looked over at Marinette. She met his stare, grabbing the bandana from the pile and raised a brow tossing it at him.

“Truce.” she asked following the bandana. “I don’t want to be slowed down by our rivalry and I doubt you want to either.”

“Truce?”

“Great!” came the reply as she stuck out her hand, smiling as he stared at her for a moment. “That is unless you’d rather do a pinky promise.”

Tim shook her hand, giving her a small glare. She smirked at him as they broke the handshake. “Any preference to which side is trapped with mine?”

“My left to your right?”

“Perfect,” she replied snagging the bandana out of his hands and bending down to tie it around their ankles. “Come on.”

Tim stumbled slightly as she started moving, dragging him along with her, adjusting his step. “I saw you stumble yesterday on that section there. It helps to be light on your feet and stay towards the right, it’s banked to be shorter over there.”

“You noticed that while you were running the course yesterday?” Tim asked looking over, getting used to moving in time with her.

“Mhmm. It’s slight but it’s there.”

“How’d you figure that out so fast?”

“Everyone kept stumbling there, I figured something was up when you stumbled. One side is raised, designed to trip you up,” she explained. Tim blinked at her, shoving the impressed feeling down. Nope. She’s smart. I already knew this. I just didn’t realise how observant she was. No need to feel impressed. “Did you have anything specific you wanted to bring up before we run this?” she asked, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Our running styles are different. You’re lighter on your feet, more acrobatic. I’m more grounded in my movements. We need to reconcile that difference if we aren’t going to just fall over ourselves moving.”

She nodded. “I was just planning to be more grounded in my movement. I figured it would be easier for me to ground myself than it would be for you to take off in the air. If we weren’t tied together, the difference would be nice, but I’m not trying to get pulled down, least of all by you.”

“What is that supposed to mean?”

“I’m not about to get slowed down because we have different movement styles. So I’ll adapt and you can keep doing your thing.”

“In my experience it isn’t that easy for people to change their movement styles, especially when yours looked so ingrained.”

“Well I’ve had experience with both, so I’ll adjust,” she informed him as they moved over to the side, watching the first few pairs stumble through the course. Soon enough it was their turn to run it.

He glanced over at Marinette who grinned at him. “Ready, partner?”

“Are you?”

“Always.”

“On your marks. Get set. GO!”

Marinette took off in time with Tim. The two of them keeping track of the other using their peripherals to keep track of the other while they focused on moving forward in sync.

“Jump on 3. 1. 2. 3, Now,” Tim muttered, to her, seeing the small nod she gave him. The two jumped over the barrier, clearing it. The landing was a little rough but nothing terrible as they kept going.

The two kept moving through, becoming more comfortable with the other as they moved, falling into a rhythm. The small stumbles between the two lessened as they went, and their communication improved. They finished the course, grins on their faces.

“Pretty decent job, Drake,” she told him, bending down to untie the bandana. “Enjoy your new freedom.”

Tim watched her leave, before moving to his next class. She kept up with me like it was nothing. Pushing the impressed feeling down once more he let the questions he had float through his mind as he made his way.

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“Drake! Tim!” He turned hearing Marinette call his name. He raised a brow as she made her way over to him. “Here. Good work today. This is going to sound cheesy especially considering we’re in school but here. My card. Feel free to call if you want to try partnering something like that again or anything else.”

“Are you calling off our rivalry after one short partnership?”

“In your dreams, Drake. I’m just letting you know I’d be open for future partnerships. That is if you aren’t scared to,” she told him with a wink before turning around to leave. “Have a nice rest of your day.”

“You too, Marinette,” he said softly, glancing down at the card in his hand, pocketing it, promising himself he’d input the information in his phone later. Something was up with her. The best athletes in the class weren’t even that confident. She brought up questions he was itching to figure out and the impressed feeling was getting harder and harder to ignore. He glanced up towards where she was with her friends, meeting her eyes. She looked at him, brow raised with a small smirk.

“Oh, two can play this game, Marinette. Challenge accepted.”

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Cut You Down to Size

AYO its Day 1 of the MGI Trope Tussle! I’m representing Team Enemies-to-Lovers! Lets Get It!

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Damigami 5.5K words Oneshot, no warnings apply

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Alfred signs Damian up for his school’s fencing club. There he meets a red clad demon with a sabre.

Day 1 prompt: My name is unimportant— you, tyrant, will die today by my blade.

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He Just Vanished!

Hi guys! Heres a short story for the MGI Trope Tussle event! (I’m part of the childhood friends team) 

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...I Need Help With My Math Test

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Little seven year old Luka was stressed beyond belief. He only had forty minutes left before he had to turn in his math test and he wasn’t even done with the first page. He knew his test anxiety was bad but he didn’t think it was this bad. It seemed he wasn’t quiet enough with his panicking because his soulmate heard him. 

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The Childhood of An Assassin

Marinette and Damian were both raised in the league of assassins. Marinette was the daughter of Sabine Cheng, the best assassin to ever be with the league. And Damian, well he was the future heir of the league.

Marinette and Damian were not allowed to have friends but they ended up becoming friends with each other. They pranked all the league members except Sabine, Talia and Ra’s.

Marinette and Damian kept their friendship on the low for if their parents were to find out they would be horribly punished. They continued training everyday and whenever they had a break they used it to come up with plans.

One day Ra’s called Marinette and declared that she would be Damian’s bodyguard. Marinette, while shocked that Damian needed a bodyguard, accepted the position for she would have more time to hangout with Damian.

Marinette and Damian spent more time together although Damian questioned why he needed a bodyguard if he was just as skilled as Marinette.

Eventually when the day Slade attacked the league came, Damian and Marinette understood why Ras wanted a bodyguard for Damian.

Marinette and Damian were back to back fighting the traitors when all of a sudden they got separated. Damian was fighting someone else and they were about to strike him from another side so Marinette ran towards him as fast as she could. The blade that was supposed to injure Damian instead injured Marinette when she got stabbed on her side.

Damian immediately turned around to try to help Marinette but they kept attacking him so he couldn’t help her.

By the time Damian had killed all the traitors that were attacking him he turned around only to find Marinette missing.

During all the attacks the order of the guardians was watching when all of a sudden they saw the future guardian true wielder of the black cat miraculous get grievously injured.

They snuck in and rescued her. She tried to put up a fight seeing that it was no one she knew but she could not, for she had lost a lot of blood and the slightest bit of movement caused her quite a lot of pain.

Once they got to the temple they started treating Marinette wounds. While they were doing so, Marinette wondered why they rescued her even with the knowledge that she was an assassin and could easily kill them with a flick of her wrist if she wanted to.

Meanwhile Damian was looking over the whole place for any signs of Marinette when he ran into his mother. Talia grabbed Damian and told him that she was going to take him to Gotham to meet his father.

Damian of course protested he needed to find Marinette and help her. He tried telling his mother but she would not listen and continued dragging him to take him out of the temple.

Damian yelled at his mother to stop that he needed to find Marinette she was still in there. Talia, desperate to get Damian out of there, told him that Marinette had died and there was nothing he could do about it.

Damian stopped walking, shocked at having just heard the news Marinette could not be dead she was just as skilled as him and was the daughter of Sabine Cheng.

Damian had no time to find Marinette’s body but he swore he would bring her back one day.

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Let the Games Begin

Marinette hurriedly ducked into the nearest alley way as a figure dropped down from the rooftops. A quick glance revealed a glimpse of a red helmet, leather jacket, and guns. Red Hood. Just great, she thought, cursing silently as she ducked back around, hand lightly resting on her baton. Just in case. If all goes well I can skip away scot free. The cat ears resting in her hair twitched at the soft scuffle of a boot against the concrete as he moved.

She held her breath as the streetlights cast a shadow at the mouth of the alley. She lowered herself to the ground, gripping her baton as the shadow stopped, the silhouette of Red Hood staring intently into the alley, before taking a few steps inside.

Please, please, please. I have to have some residual good luck left that Plagg hasn’t completely butchered.

She froze, ears twitching at every small sound, she focused on the soft footsteps. He turned his back for a moment and Marinette took that as her cue to move, quickly extending her baton, carrying herself to the rooftop, and collapsing it as he turned around. She couldn’t help the small laugh that escaped as she watched, ducking back from the edge as he scanned the alley way once more. She waited a moment before creeping back to the edge to check if the coast was clear.

He hadn’t moved, only he had taken his helmet off, holding loosely in his left hand. Fuck, he’s handsome, she thought looking down at him, eyes focusing on the shock of white in his black hair as she looked at him without the helmet.

She shook her head as she backed up, standing. Nope. She was not about to fall for a vigilante. Especially not the shooty, violent one with a body count. Nope. Not today.

She made her way across the rooftops, reaching her apartment’s roof before realizing she’d forgotten the jewelry she’d stolen in the alley.

Merde.

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Marinette dropped down into the alleyway she had hidden in the nights before, hoping that any surveillance or anything might have cooled down by now. She moved back over to the jewelry store, picking the lock quickly and slipping inside the dark store.

She scanned the display cases for what she had stolen originally, eyes narrowing when she spotted them on top of the counter. Either the shopkeeper is incredibly stupid, or this is a trap of some sort.

The soft click of a lightswitch behind her, flooded the store with light. She closed her eyes, hissing at the sudden adjustment.

“Back already?”

“Have you been sitting in that corner all night, hoping for me to show up?”

“Some people don’t wait. Since this store is under my protection. Thought I’d give it a shot. Looks like I got lucky.” Oh of course. She got lucky last night, he got lucky tonight. Balanced out evenly enough.

She inched her way back, away from Red Hood as he stood, and closer to what she came for as he spoke up again.

“So cat. Selina get a sidekick now?”

“I am not a sidekick, and I am currently out a partner if you’d like to join me in the heist. Or are you aiming to be my jailor?” she asked tilting her head to the side with a sly grin as her back hit the counter. She hopped up, perching herself on the counter and leaned back, one hand trying to subtly grab what she came for and shove it into her pockets.

He placed his hands on either side of her and leaned down slightly. “Tempting as that offer is, I’ll play nice this time and let you leave without a scratch if you put the jewelry back.”

“And where's the fun in that? You know, I like you better without the helmet. I prefer seeing that handsome face of yours,” she said, reaching up to tap the side of his helmet as he paused hearing that. She took advantage of the small hesitation and pulled her legs up, rolling backwards off the counter, before leaning on it. “You might not have known who you were looking for, but I did see you in that alley last night. You on the other hand missed me by a hair.”

“Fuck. You were the laugh I heard?”

“No need to curse. No one needs to know what I saw, though I will admit, I liked what I saw, Hood. And while I’d love to continue this chat of ours, I need to run,” she said turning and bolting. She heard him curse behind her as she caught him vaulting over the counter after her in a mirror behind her. She cursed as he yanked on her braid pulling her back.

“Where the fuck do you think you’re going so soon?” he asked as she gritted her teeth to keep the small yowl of pain building in her throat down.

“So soon? I just thought you might hate to see me leave but love to watch me go.”

“As much as I do, those don’t belong to you.”

“They do now,” she said, digging the claws at the end of her gloves into the hand holding her hair, whipping the braid around to the front, she ducked around and dashed through the front door, using her baton to vault herself up to the rooftop across the street, grinning as she ran, making it safely to her apartment.

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“Fancy meeting you here. Here to steal from another business under my protection?” Marinette turned at the voice that had spoken up from behind her, a small smile making its way on her face.

“Not tonight. Just stretching legs. Running into you was a coincidence. Whether a good one or an unfortunate one has yet to be determined though.”

“I don’t think anyone’s ever considered running into me as a ‘good coincidence.’”

“Then they’re missing out.”

“Cat got something to share?”

“You may or may not be in my thoughts lately. In the middle of the night. In my dreams. You should see the things we do,” she listed, winking at him, dying a bit inside as she heard herself say that. What did I tell myself about not falling for the violent crime lord vigilante? Just threw that out the window now didn’t I.

“You’re just bitter that you can’t catch me. I have slipped through your grasp twice now.”

“I could catch you if I wanted to.”

“Is that so? I see how this is gonna go. How’s this sound, if you think you can catch me, a game of cat and mouse.”

“What’s in it for me when I win?”

“You’ll see,” she responded with a wink. “Are you ready for it?”

“Anytime kit cat.”

“Then let the games begin,” she said, grinning as she vaulted over him, and ran, leaping from rooftop to rooftop through Gotham’s skyline. She laughed, putting on a small burst of speed as she ducked away from him, turning a corner.

This went on for several more blocks before Marinette felt his body tackle her down to the ground, the two of them rolling, Marinette ending up on top, pinning him down.

“So close and yet so far, Hood.”

“Fuck. You’re stronger than you look aren’t you, kit cat?”

“Don’t judge a book by its cover. Good game, Hood. I had fun,” she told him, leaning back, loosening her grip for a moment. That was all it took for their positions to be flipped.

“Who said it was over? I do believe I win.”

“So it seems,” she replied grinning up at him. “Congratulations. You get a prize of your choice for your troubles.”

“How about a kiss?”

“That can be arranged.”

He’d barely taken his helmet off before being pulled down, their lips meeting. Her fingers curled, tugging his hair as they kissed, pulling him closer to her. The two stayed there for a few minutes before breaking apart. Marinette traced the outline of his domino mask with a grin.

“I definitely like this look better than the helmet,” she said, leaning up to catch his lips once more before pulling away and standing. “I’ll see you around, Hood.

“Kissing and running, Kit Cat?” he asked, pulling himself up as she walked away.

“A girl’s got to keep some fun in their life now. Good luck catching me next time,” she winked at him before leaping off and beginning her journey home.

Let the games begin.

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Your Name Is Your Choice

When Marinette was born, she didn't have a soul mark, as her soulmate hadn't made a name for himself yet.

As she got older, she began to see a soul mark, but would wonder why it would switch so much. 

Sometimes it was ابن الخفاش (Son of the bat) other times it was simply Damian.

There were never any last names. No. That would make it to easy

As Marinette got older, her forearm would only display the name Damian, rather than reverting back and forth between ابن خفاش (Son of the bat).  

It seems like her soulmate figured out who he identifies himself with.

A few months after Marinette's 9th birthday, she had seen the name Robin appear, she was confused at first, seeing as the name had not changed in a few years. 

She didn't have long to dwell on it though, it changed back a few hours later.

Seeing the two names Damian and Robin on her forearm became a common occurrence, so she didn't worry about it.

The one time she was truly worried about her soulmate was when her soul mark disappeared completely. 

She waited for days, wondering what happened, she couldn't ask her 

parents because they didn't know about it, and they were probably too busy anyways.

As Marinette was reading, her face showed great sadness.

Apparently, when your soul mark disappears, then your soulmate has ceased to exist. 

In other words, dead.

After getting over the initial sadness, Marinette told herself that she wouldn't let that stop her.

She went about life. Soul mark mostly forgotten, when she felt a warmth like she had never felt before. Looking at where the warmth originated, she saw that her soul mark was back, the name Damian clearly displayed.

Marinette was confused.

What happened? It was gone. I had searched for days wondering what happened.

Even online there was no explanation, it was unheard of.

Marinette never told anyone, not wanting to be considered even more of a freak then she already was.

°

Everything went back to how it was before, the names switching back and forth, but that was normal.

After Marinette received the Ladybug Miraculous, she wondered if her own name would change on her soulmate.

She had always considered Marinette and Ladybug two separate people.

Marinette was just the clumsy baker's daughter who is always late, clumsy, and tends to get stuck in her.

No one wanted to be her friend anymore.

She was 15 now, but between Lila and Chloé, no one wanted to come near her.

In contrast, Ladybug was someone everyone listened to. She was a leader, and everything about her seemed like it. She didn't take from anyone hands down, and her creativity has saved the day more times then you can count on.

She doesn't resonate with both, it's always one or the other. Never both.

°

Marinette wins the class a trip to Gotham. Most of her classmates are excited, but a few know that their parents would never let them go.

It makes no difference, Marinette wouldn't be talking to them anyways.

In the end, only Lila, Chloé, Sabrina, Alix, Kim, Ivan, and Mylene are allowed to come along.

°

Marinette had gotten bored during the few days that they had to get over the jetlag, only ever talking to Tikki, and occasionally Mrs. Bustier.

Since it was dark outside she decided that there was no problem with doing a quick patrol. 

What she did not count on was a Bat seeing her.

After Marinette noticed someone was tailing her, she landed on a roof to get a better advantage point.

That is when Robin struck.

Quickly deflecting his sword with her yoyo, she exclaimed

"Who are you?"

"My name is unimportant - you, tyrant, will die today by my blade." 

"Tyrant?! I'm a hero, from Paris. I’m Ladybug!"

After hearing that Robin's steps faltered

"Ladybug?"

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Thank you @ramos123 and @ashbrea381writings for beta reading!

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Next Door Neighbors

Marinette looked out the window and cursed. Nightwing. Why was he there? Why was he just chilling on the next door roof. Fuck, no. Well there goes my safe, affordable apartment, she thought, sliding through her open window, looking up at where Nightwing was, before using her baton to reach the level of the rooftop, balancing on top of it.

“Was the bird trying to be a peeping tomcat?”

“No! No, I wasn’t expecting to see you tonight, Lady Noire.”

She raised a brow. “Really?”

“What’s special about that apartment. You seemed awfully cozy there. You live there?”

She sputtered for a moment before glaring at him. “No. Get that grin off your face, birdy, before I take it off for you.”

“You think you could?”

She narrowed her eyes, pushing off the baton to tackle him on the roof. He pushed her off, she twisted, to land on her feet, extending her baton to a staff and twirled it around, as Nightwing drew his escrima sticks.

“I guess it’s true what they say. Cat’s always land on their feet.”

She lunged at him, bringing her staff around to meet his escrima sticks, ears twitching at the clanging. She narrowed her eyes twisting to black his next blow, getting a hit in as she passed. The two traded blows back and forth, before Lady Noire managed to get a lucky hit, twisted her staff, pulling his weapons out of his hands.

Marinette whipped the belt around her waist off, lassoing it around Nightwing’s wrist. Yanking on the belt to bring his hand back, she grabbed the other, bringing the two together and quickly, tying his hands together, kicking the back of his knees.

As he started to move, she placed the end of her baton under his chin and tilted it up towards her. She tilted her head to the side as their eyes met.

“How much did you see?”

“What?”

“How much did you see?” she repeated, gently pressing the baton a bit further.

“You, in your apartment. I was patrolling not peeping like you suggested.”

She cursed, the ears on top of her head flattening. “So you just so happened to find me in my apartment?”

“Honestly, I wasn’t looking. I just got lucky.”

“Of course you did. Just my luck,” she muttered tilting her head back. She drew her baton back, yanking her belt off of his wrists, placing it back around her waist. “I’d ask you to stay away from my place, but I imagine that’s not going to happen considering we’re on opposite sides of the law. So I’ll simply ask that you don’t try and stake my apartment out right away. Give me a few minutes to try and protect my identity, for whatever good that might do me.”

Lady Noire quickly left him on the rooftop, slipping into her apartment through her window, locking it behind her before grabbing a blanket and throwing it over it and taping it in place, cursing her luck.

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Dick locked his apartment as he left turning as a body ran into him.

“Merde. Oh, god I’m so sorry, I wasn’t looking where I was going, I was a bit caught up in everything.”

He chuckled. “That’s fine. I don’t think I’ve met you before. I’m Dick.”

“Marinette. It looks like I’m your next door neighbor for the moment,” she replied with a small smile. Dick froze. He knew someone had recently moved in but hadn’t met them and the apartment next to his was the one he saw Lady Noire in last night. Shit.

He looked at the woman in front of him. She was Lady Noire? Her hair color was correct he supposed, though significantly shorter than the braid she typically sported at night.

“For the moment? Didn’t you just move in?”

“Ah. Yeah. Something kind of came up, but I can’t get out of my lease at the moment unfortunately. So I’m kind of stuck here but I’m hoping that’ll change soon.”

“That’s a shame. I was hoping I could get to know you better.”

The blush fought its way onto her cheeks as she twisted the ring on her finger. He smiled at her as they stood there. She took a deep breath before smiling at him in return.

“Well, I’ll be here for at least a week. Probably longer unless I can persuade the landlord to release me from the lease. If you’re ever free during the day, feel free to drop by. I need to run, and I’m probably keeping you from whatever you were doing. It was nice meeting you Dick.”

Dick watched her disappear into her apartment. That was the one he’d seen Lady Noire in the night before. He knew that for a fact. Marinette couldn’t be Lady Noire, they acted differently with several differences. But that made sense. They were the same build, had shown up at roughly the same time, their hair was the same color, though the lengths were significantly different, wigs were a thing. He shook his head, as he glanced over at her door once more, before heading out.

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Nightwing’s eyes widened as he saw the entire mansion turn to ash in front. No flame, just dust. He wasn’t surprised as the silhouette of a woman with cat ears left the property, making her way onto the rooftop he’d been on.

“That was a neat trick you pulled,” he said, as she noticed him, the ears on top of her head twitching. She gave a small bow, and grinned.

“Always nice to have one’s work appreciated. Though not so much when it’s by one’s enemy,” she said as she ducked around him, with a soft laugh. “Sorry, but I don’t have the time for this tonight. So if you’ll excuse me-”

Nightwing grabbed the end of her braid as she pulled away, the small cry of pain causing him to let go almost immediately, as she wheeled around on him.

“So you're resorting to school ground methods now? Pulling my hair. That’s cheap.”

“I’m sorry-” he started. If that’s Marinette that has to be a wig- right? No. You just watched a building disappear. There’s obviously something else at play here, his mind raced as she cut him off.

“Keep it to yourself. Anything else you’d like to rub into the wound? Dig your hole a bit deeper. Go on,” she prompted, her eyes bore into him. “I’m waiting.” Nightwing was silent as she stared at him. “What? Cat got your tongue?”

“I’m sorry. I was just trying to stop the sneaky kitty who just committed a crime.”

She tilted her head to the side as he said that. “Oh wow. I don’t think I’ve ever heard a vigilante apologise to a criminal. I’ll be sure to cherish the memory. I do have to run though so,” she swung her staff at his knees, whacking them, forcing him down. “I’ll be on my way. Bye, bye, birdy,” she gave him a small salute before disappearing into the night.

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Dick knocked, grinning when the door opened revealing Marinette.

“Dick! Hi.”

“Hey, Marinette, I hope it’s okay I dropped by.”

“Yes! Come on in. I was just making tea if you'd like any,” she stepped away from the door with a smile.

“That’d be awesome.”

“I’ll bring out a mug for you in a moment. Feel free to sit anywhere.”

He watched as she disappeared into the small kitchen, before looking over the apartment. Fairly empty, a few photos, scattered here and there, something pretty expected since she’d just moved in. One thing did stand out though. An odd box sat on a shelf, it looked out of place. Dick picked it up and turned it over, trying to figure out where it opened. He turned, box in hands hearing a sharp intake of breath. Marinette stood there with two mugs in her hands, eyes wide.

She moved quickly putting the mugs down on the coffee table moving to take the box from him.

“Sorry if I was intruding. It’s just- that’s a very interesting box,” he said, taking in how tense she looked. What is so special about that box? He thought as she took a breath, holding it gingerly.

“Thank you. It was a parting gift. I’m sorry, for being so abrupt. It’s very valuable. I normally don’t leave it out like this. It shouldn’t be out. I’ll be right back,” she disappeared down the hall, a soft ‘Merde’ reaching his ears as she left. He took a seat as she returned.

“I’m so sorry I messed with that. I shouldn’t have.”

“No no you’re fine. I overreacted a bit. I’m sorry, I’ve been on edge for the past few days.”

“Is everything okay?”

“It’s fine. Someone I didn’t exactly want to know where I lived found my address so I’ve been tense. It’s fine though.”

Dick felt bad for a second, at that confirmation of his suspicions. “Do you need any help? Are you in any danger or something?”

“No. Nothing I can’t handle,” she smiled at him, taking a sip of her tea. “So what brings you to my humble abode?”

“Wanted to get to know my cute new next door neighbor, who, if I recall correctly, told me I could drop by anytime.”

“I did say that didn’t I. I’m glad you took me up on it.” A small blush colored her cheeks.

“I’m glad I did too. So, what brings you to Blüdhaven?”

“The proximity to Gotham and New York. I have a few fashion houses I’m applying with, just trying to figure out where I’d like to end up.”

“Fashion? Are you a designer?”

She nodded. “I am. I worked with Audrey Bourgeois back in Paris briefly, before she left to go back to New York. She’s actually the head of one of the houses I’m looking at. What do you do, Dick?”

“I’m a detective.” Marinette sputtered slightly as he said this. “Are you okay?”

She nodded. “I’m fine. Just swallowed wrong, choked a bit on my tea. I’m fine, thank you, though,” she told him, giving a small laugh and tight smile.

“I actually have to get started soon, so I should probably head out, thanks for having me over so impromptu.”

“My pleasure. Stay safe out there,” she told him, walking him to the door.

“I’ll do my best.”

“Bye, Dick.”

“See you later, Marinette.”

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Nightwing crouched as he waited for Marinette to leave her apartment.

Seeing the light behind the thick curtains she had put up go off, he gave it a few minutes before making his way over to the fire escape, surprised to find that she’d forgotten to lock it and climbed inside, heading towards when he’d seen her disappear earlier that day. He looked through the room, careful not to disturb anything too much, before finding a small nook the box had been tucked away in.

He grabbed the box and said a silent apology to Marinette, left the apartment the way he came, box in tow, travelling a few blocks before settling down to examine what he’d grab. There was no obvious way to open the box that he could find.

“It’s not nice to take things that don’t belong to you.”

“And yet you do it all the time,” he replied, looking to find Lady Noire, crouched on the attennea glaring at him.

“Give it back.”

“Why should I?”

“Give the box back and I’ll consider letting you go in one piece.”

“What’s so special about the box? Store your stolen goodies in there?”

“It’s none of your business. Do you often make it a habit to break into other apartments?”

“Only for dangerous thieves such as yourself.”

“Am I supposed to feel special? You’re just as much of a thief as I am. Now. Last time. Return the box.”

“I don’t think so.”

She leapt off the antenna, landing on top of him, knocking the box to the side as she pinned him down, the tip of her braid hitting his cheek as she leant down.

“Out of all the things I thought you would do after finding out where I lived, breaking and entering and stealing never even crossed my mind. And thanks to you I have to find a new place already after just barely moving in and I can’t really afford to get to know my cute neighbor now.”

Dick felt his face heat up at that. Nope. She’s a criminal. Like that’s stopped Bruce. She’s beautiful and thinks I’m cute. Nope. Not the time.

“Someone’s blushing. Does the little birdy have something to say?”

Nightwing grinned up at her. “While you look beautiful on top, I think we should try switching positions,” he said, twisting, flipping them so he was pinning her down. In doing so he knocked the box from where it had fallen when he was knocked down. Lady Noire pushed him off, how is she so strong?, and jumped off the building after it.

Nightwing scrambled to his feet and watched as she extended her baton, catching herself between two buildings after grabbing the box out of midair. She swung herself on top of the baton and walked on top of it to the opposite building,retracting it before scaling up the side. She turned at the top and stared at him, the ears on top of her head flat back, before she turned, her long braid flicking over her shoulder and making her way over the rooftops box in hand.

He let out a breath as he watched her disappear, heart pounding. I’m so screwed.

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Dick hurried up slightly and pushed opened the door to his building as he spotted Marinette with her arms full.

“Thank you so much.”

“No problem. You need a hand?”

“Oh, I’ll be fine, thank you though.”

“You sure? We live on the 20th floor and the elevator’s having maintenance today,” he asked with a small smile. She groaned as she tilted her head back.

“Then yes please. Can you take the bolts of fabric on top? I have everything else handled.”

Dick took the bolts from her and gestured for her to lead the way. The two made idle small talk as they walked up the stairs, before reaching their destination.

“Can you get the door? I think I left it unlocked.”

He stared at her for a moment. “You- You left your door unlocked?”

“I know. I know. A stupid move but still, please.”

Dick tried the handle to find it still locked. “Not so bad after all since you did lock it.”

“My keys are in my purse, can you grab them for me?”

“No problem,” Dick shifted the fabric into one arm as he reached for her purse before she abruptly pulled away from him. That’s odd.

“No. I’m sorry. I actually need to get my keys. Sorry about that. Um. Can you grab a bag or two from my left hand please?”

Dick raised a brow but did as he was asked as she turned her back towards him and dug into her purse for the keys, pulling them out and quickly taking the bags back, heading into her apartment.

“What do you want me to do with your fabric?” “Can you just put them on the couch?” she called from the kitchen, accompanied by the thunking of bags on a countertop. He placed the bolts down as Marinette came out with a smile. “Thank you so much. I really appreciate it.”

“It’s no problem. Really.”

“Do you want something to drink or eat while you're here?”

“No I’m fine. I can’t stay, I was just going to grab something from my apartment before I had to meet some family.”

“Well thank you for your help. Have fun with your family.”

“It was no problem! Thank you.”

Dick left her apartment, closing the door behind him, wondering what she had in her bag she didn’t want him to see. She was Lady Noire, he was certain of that, but he still had so many questions.

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“You keep watching my apartment from this rooftop. I’m starting to wonder if I should be concerned or not,” she greeted him, perched on top of her baton, just like she had been when he first found her apartment.

“I was hoping I could speak with you,” he started, as she raised a brow at that.

“You wanted to talk? I find that a bit hard to believe, considering how many times you’ve tried to catch me.”

Nightwing held his hands up. “Just want to talk. That’s all.”

She spun on the top of her perch. “No thanks. I’ll be leaving now.”

“Wait! Marinette.”

She froze. Turning around to him. “How do you know who I am?”

“Maybe a little kitty told me.”

“So what are you going to do? Call the cops on me. They won’t find anything. You already know that.”

“No. I wasn’t going to do anything. I just want to talk.”

“Now? After all this time?”

Nightwing sat down on the edge of the building, and looked over the Marinette. She sighed and seated herself a few feet away.

“So… Why the thievery and property demolition?”

She raised an eyebrow at him when he asked this. “Only thinking to ask me this now, birdy?” she asked with a soft laugh. “The things I steal, while extremely valuable, are extremely dangerous if they were to fall into the wrong hands. So I take them to where they belong.”

“And the property demolition?” he asked.

She shrugged. “Retribution.”

“And what makes the pieces you steal so dangerous?”

“Can’t tell you. Sorry.”

“It have anything to do with that box of yours?”

“Everything. Which is why it’s important it stays in my protection.”

“So you’re what? A guardian of dangerous artifacts?” He asked. She didn’t say anything, pulling her braid over her shoulder, before twisting the ring on her finger. “I’ll take your silence as a yes.”

“If you tell anyone, no one will find your remains. The last guardian was defensive, I’m a bit more offensive in my methods.”

“So that’s why you were so anxious to get it back. Don’t trust me to take care of it?” he asked with a small grin.

“I don’t trust anyone with it. Many people have used its power for bad purposes throughout history.”

“I wouldn’t have.”

“Ah. You’re talking about powers you don’t know about. Many good people have abused its power. Best no one knows about it and I keep an eye on them.”

“And you’re the best person for the job?”

“Yeah. And the only one at this point. So I suppose you can keep trying to stop me or just let me do my thing.”

“What you’re doing is still illegal.”

“Oh yes. Because vigilantism is so legal these days.”

“Touche.”

The two sat there in silence for a moment before Marinette spoke up. “How’d you figure out who I am anyways?”

“You told me. Shortly after I stumbled upon where you lived.”

He watched as she narrowed her eyes in thought tilting her head to the side as she studied him. “Oh...Oh!” she exclaimed a blush forming on her cheeks.

“Figured it out that fast?”

“I did.”

“Care to share?”

“Nope,” she said standing, flicking her braid over her shoulder. “You’ll find out tomorrow if I’m right or not.”

“And if you’re wrong?”

“Then you get the advantage of knowing who I am.”

“Okay, but if you’re right I get to take you on a date.”

She laughed. “I’ll accept those terms. See you later, birdy,” she winked, before hopping off the roof and sliding her way into her apartment.

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Dick glanced at the note that had just been slipped under his door, opening his door and peaking out to see if he could spot the culprit before picking it up to read.

Looks like you owe me a date, Birdy.

~Marinette (555) 555 - 5555

Dick grinned at the little cat doodled in the corner, as he pulled out his phone, inputting her number, and shooting her a text.

Looks like you were right. Pick you up at 7?

Can’t wait.

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Bonding Moments

Marinette watched below, as her target defeated the last of his opponents. She watched as he left out a sigh and his body visibly relaxed, as he knew he was no longer in danger, for now. 

She bit back a laugh as she adjusted her position above him. She stilled for a second as he turned his head, thinking that she had been caught. Then he shook his head and muttered to himself. 

She launched herself at him. 

“Marinette!” Her target shouted, struggling underneath her. 

“Yes Damian?” she smiled. 

“Get off of me.” he demanded.

“No,” she replied, “I don’t think I will.” 

She settled onto his back with her legs wrapped around his waist and her arms around his neck, careful not to squeeze too hard lest she accidentally start to strangle him. 

Damian accepted his fate as her chariot with a sigh and walked out of the room, leaving the fallen opponents to the mercy of the Demon’s Head. 

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Plus One

Marinette studied the man across the table from her, taking a sip of her coffee to help her swallow her pride. “Will you be my plus one to a wedding?”

The spluttering sounds from the other side of the table brought a small smile to her face.

“I’m sorry what?”

“I want you to be my plus one to a wedding. Preferable pretending to be my boyfriend.”

“I’m not saying I won’t do it, but why are you coming to me about this? I thought you hated me.”

“And the feeling is mutual I assume, Dick,” she shot back, exhaling. “All my other friends are either, a: taken, or b: already have a plus one, and I told Alya that I had a boyfriend, so she would stop trying to set me up with people, so that throws everyone she knows out the window.”

Dick laughed. “So you came to your rival to ask for help?”

Marinette pinched her nose and sighed. “I’ll design your suit, free of charge, something many would kill for, and I’ll be covering airfare. All you have to do is show up and pretend we’re in a relationship for the weekend. You don’t have to like me, you just need to pretend you do.”

“I’ll do it. When is it?”

“Two weeks. I’ll need to be there next week. You’re welcome to come with me or later in the week, but I will need your measurements by the weekend to make sure I can get the fabric and get it made in time. We can do the final fitting in Paris but the brunt of it should be done before we leave. My dress and the rest of the bridesmaid’s dresses should be done by Saturday, giving me Sunday to pack, and I’ll be flying out Monday,” she said, beginning to ramble as she thought about what needed to be done before she left. Dick’s chuckle broke her train of thought as she gave him a sharp look. “When are you free today or tomorrow?”

“I’m free all day today.”

Marinette nodded, finishing off her coffee. “Ready to go when you are then.”

Dick chugged the remainder of his coffee and grinned. “Lead the way.”

Marinette led the way out of the coffee shop, starting the couple block walk to her studio, the two of them walking in silence, until Dick began to whistle. She bit back a groan, she was asking a large favor of him, she wasn’t about to snap at him for whistling, lest he change his mind.

She unlocked the backdoor, and ushered him in, turning on the lights.

“I’m going to need you to take off your jacket,” she said, pulling out a post-it note, pen, and tape measure, before quickly taking his measurements, jotting them down as she worked, only giving soft instructions when needed.

“Great. So when do you want to fly out?”

“When are you?”

“Monday at 10.”

“That works for me.”

“Great. Meet here Monday at 6 so we have enough time to get to the airport and get through security and find our gate,” she told him scribbling her number down on a separate post-it note and handing it to him as she ushered him out of her studio. “See you then.”

“See you then, Marinette.”

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They landed at the airport and collected their bags before heading out.

“Do we need to rent a car?” Dick asked looking over at her.

“No need,” Marinette replied. “My friend’s coming to pick us up. We’re going to be staying at his house while we’re here, since he has more space for me to work and my parents are busy at the moment preparing to cater as well as the usual bakery rush.”

Dick was about to respond, when a limo pulled up and Marinette, grabbed her bags and strode towards it as the back door opened, and a tall, blonde model of a man rushed over to give Marinette a hug, lifting her off the ground. Dick shook her head at the slight tightening in his chest.

“M’Lady!”

“Kitty, not now, please,” she replied with a laugh.

“Fineee,” he replied, mock pouting. Looking over to make eye contact with Dick. “And this is the second best ballroom dancer in Gotham?”

“Second best?”

“After Mari here of course. Don’t think she hasn’t told me all about your two’s rivalry. What she failed to mention was that her rivalry was with Bruce Wayne’s eldest.”

Marinette looked over at him eyes wide, before burying her head in Adrien’s chest.

“Kill me now, Chaton. Release me from my torturous existence.”

“Nope. Luka wants to see you and we both know Alya would drag you back from death to be at her wedding,” he replied, peeling her off his chest, before holding a hand out to Dick. “Adrien Agreste. Pleasure to officially meet you Dick.”

“You too, Adrien. I was sorry to hear about your mother and father.”

Adrien waved him off. “Thank you. I’d rather not talk about that though. No need to dampen the mood at the moment. Anyway, shall we?” he asked, grabbing Marinette’s bags and throwing them in the trunk of the car, Dick placing his in as well. “That everything?”

“Yep. Let’s go. I need a bed before everyone shows up Wednesday for fittings.”

“It’s Monday, Mari,” Adrien replied, as the driver started the car and pulled out.

“I know. Today is for sleep. Tomorrow is last minute detailing and fittings for you, Luka, and Dick. Wednesday and everyday after is for alterations and Maid of Honor duties.”

“If you want to take a nap now, I’ll carry to your room and get everything set up while you catch up on some much needed sleep.”

“You remember where everything goes?” she asked, yawning.

“Yep. And I’ll hang up all the garments first thing.”

“Thank you, Chaton.”

“Of course, Princess. Get some sleep.”

Marinette, nestled back into her seat, and closed her eyes, tilting slightly as she relaxed, so her head rested on Dick’s shoulder. He felt his cheeks heat slightly as she slept there. The two boys sat in silence for a minute, Adrien grinning at him.

“You like her, don’t you?”

“No.”

“You do,” Adrien declared after studying him for a moment. “How’s falling for your competition?”

“Honestly, it just happened. But you two have something going on so I won’t stand the way of that.”

Adrien laughed. “I’m in a very committed relationship, and even if I wasn’t I’m gay, and Mari knows it.”

“Oh.”

“Good luck though. She can be a bit stubborn when it comes to her feelings.”

“Duly noted.”

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“So you and Adrien seem close.”

“We went to lycee together. He’s like a brother to me.”

“And you have no problem with his father being Hawkmoth?”

She froze, placing her work down and fixing him with a cold glare. “Adrien is not his father if that is what you are trying to say. He is quite the opposite in fact and has never done anything remotely on the scale that Gabriel did. I was honestly not expecting that type of sentiment from you, Grayson.”

“No! No nonono. I’m not trying to insinuate anything like that. I just know a lot of people who would. It’s nice to find others who don’t.”

“You’ll find I’m not that shallow.”

“I’m glad,” he heard himself say, as Marinette froze once more as she was picking her work back up.

“Is that so?”

“It is.”

She simply hummed giving him a once over, before glancing back at her work. “I’m glad you aren’t either,” she said simply before returning to her work, in silence.

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The two weeks went by quickly, Marinette somehow managing to get Dick to avoid meeting the majority of the wedding party, excluding Adrien, until the day of the wedding. Cursory introductions were made as she was whisked away, leaving him behind with Luka.

She got ready, and went around helping take care of any last minute fixes and preparing Alya to walk down the aisle. Time flew by as the ceremony came and went, she found herself next to Dick once more, with Adrien and Luka beside them at the small table for dinner, when Alya and Nino made their rounds. They had barely managed a greeting before Alya started with her questions.

“So how did you two meet?” Alya asked leaning forward slightly as she looked at the two.

“I met my lovebug here at a ballroom dancing competition. Our partners bailed and were injured so we got thrown together. I got her number afterwards, and the rest is history,” Dick lied, twisting the truth to throw them together instead of sparking their rivalry in the circuit.

“Lovebug?” Adrien asked, humor in his voice, as he turned to face Marinette his question clear on his face. “I didn’t realise you were that serious about him, M'Lady. You told him?”

Marinette glared at Dick for a quick moment and took a deep breath, pinching her nose. “No. I didn’t. He doesn’t know, Chaton,” she said softly, as Adrien’s face just went ‘Oh.’

“Doesn’t know what, lovebug?” Dick asked, looking down at her with a small grin.

“That is nothing that concerns you at the moment, Love.”

“You two have to dance then. You must be amazing at it. Please?”

Marinette glanced over at Dick, as she started to give an excuse, “We wouldn’t want to possibly take away from your big day, Alya.”

“Girl, it would make my big day.”

He grinned at Alya, cutting in before Marinette could say anything else. “We’d love to. It is your wedding, it’d be cruel to say no to such a small request.”

“Yes! After our first dance then?”

“Sounds perfect.”

“Well we need to finish our rounds but I can’t wait. It was nice to meet you finally,” Alya said, sweeping away.

“See ya later dudes, dudettes,” Nino followed after his wife with a small, amused smile at her antics.

“So Melody, how’s Gotham been treating you?”

“Good. It’s been night and day from Paris. It’s been refreshing.”

“Refreshing?” Dick asked, staring at her. “That’s not something I normally hear from newcomers.”

“Luka don’t you need to go help your dad set up?” Adrien cut in. Luka chuckled before standing, giving Adrien a quick kiss on the cheek as he straightened.

“You're right. I’ll see you after the wedding?”

“Of course. Break a leg up there.”

“Thanks. Nice to meet you Dick,” he said as he left, disappearing backstage.

Marinette relaxed slumping over slightly, glaring at Adrien. “‘I didn’t realise you were that serious about him,’ really? You know this isn’t real.”

Adrien grinned. “Did I? I must have forgotten.”

“You and I both know you didn’t. You’ve been spending too much time with that stupid cat lately,” she muttered, looking at him.

“After 10 years you really don’t expect some of his personality to rub off on me, M’Lady?”

“I think I liked you better when you were a shameless flirt than I like chaotic troublemaker, chaton. And you sent away Luka who balances you out.”

“But now you two can drop the act for the most part for a little. You have at least 5 minutes until the first dance.”

“I can’t help but feel like I’m missing something here. Am I?” Dick cut in.

“Yes!” Adrien replied.

“No!” Marinette replied at the same time.

“So I am. Care to enlighten me, My Little Lovebug?”

“No I do not. Now is not the time nor the place and Adrien knows this.”

“Please, Princess. You know there’s no danger here.”

“Nope. Not now, Kitty.”

He opened his mouth to reply when the announcement for the first dance, Dick stood and offered his hand to Marinette. She took it and gave him a small, albeit tight, smile. “Thank you.”

“Of course. Anything for you.”

She stared at him for a moment, trying to read him as they made their way to the dance floor, as the music began playing, and the first dance commenced. The couple moved well together, clearly something that had been rehearsed until it had become second nature, the newlyweds had beaming smiles and eyes only for each other as they danced. There was a loud round of applause as they finished with a kiss, holding it there for a minute before they broke apart. They smiled at their guests as Alya zoned in on Marinette and Dick, all but physically dragging them onto the dance floor as she enthusiastically gestured at the two of them to come.

“Gotham’s finest ballroom dancers, one of them being my best friend and maid of Honor, Marinette Dupain-Cheng, have agreed to give us a dance tonight,” Alya announced as she and Nino left the dance floor before the music started.

Marinette felt Dick lightly grab her hand as the two moved and began to dance together. A simple waltz, one easy enough to do with little practice and no partner and to add small flourishes here and there.

“So what was Adrien referring to earlier?” he asked, placing his hands on her waist and lifted

Her eyes widened as she folded backwards in the lift, pulling herself back up as he lowered her down, the two falling back into step gliding around the dance floor. “Something he knows better to mention. I don’t know why he’d bring that up now unless- oh. Oh I am going to skin that mangy alley cat after we get home,” she muttered. “It’s something that no one unless they are directly involved knows about, and he knows that.”

“Got a dark secret I should be concerned about, Lovebug?”

“Secret? Yes. Dark? No. What caused you to come up with that nickname anyways?”

“It seemed to fit,” he said, as his mind started to run. Lovebug set off Adrien’s question. M’Lady. Chaton, They talk like the clips of-

“You’re Ladybug, aren’t you?” he murmured leaning in slightly as he swept her around. Her grip tightened as he said that, all but confirming it for him. “Don’t worry. I’m familiar with keeping similar secrets.”

“You better keep it to yourself. I can point out who’s safe later, but know that this is a lot of trust I’m putting on you.”

“Believe me I know. May I say you look beautiful tonight.”

“Upgrading to flirting now are we? I was unaware you’d had that much to drink.”

“I haven’t. This is only for you,” he replied, grinning as her cheeks grew pink.

The two danced in silence, studying each other for the rest of their dance. A small laugh escaped from her as they did one final lift. Placingher gently back on the ground the two finished their waltz. They ended up staring each other in the eyes for a moment before their lips met, the rest of the wedding guests seemingly disappearing for the moment, until they broke apart.

“May I take you on an actual date after we get back to Gotham?” he asked.

“I think I’d like that.”

“It’s a date then. For our first time dancing together, I believe we were pretty en pointe.”

“Oh god, not another one,” she groaned to herself, leaning against him slightly as they moved off the dance floor. “You’re going to be as bad as Chat,” she complained, with a soft smile as she shook her head.

“How’d it go?” Adrien asked, coming up from behind him.

“Better than I expected.”

“I hoped it would go well. You can make a heart dance if you just give it a beat.”

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Platonic Works Too -- Pt. 1

@mgi-events

Soulmates.

Marinette hated that term.

She didn't agree with people's view on them.

It's your one true love.

What a complete load of bullshit.

Over the years, the definition of the term soulmates had been wildly blown out of proportion.

Google even fucked it up.

A soulmate is someone you are destined to be with. The person that compliments you completely. A soulmate is someone that just gets you. It's a connection of minds, a mutual respect, an unconditional love and a total understanding. It's about being yourself and knowing, not only that person is following and understanding your thoughts, but is right there with you, side by side. Someone you should never let go, and grow old with.

Yeah. So Google has also ruined it.

It feels like you are taking people's free will away, and forcing them to get together with 'the love of their life.'

What happened to platonic soulmates?

What happens if you end up hating your soulmate?

Will you be looked down on and scorned?

Not many people have platonic bonds nowadays, almost always romantic, unless they are given more than one.

Marinette herself hasn't met her soulmate, but she wasn't really rushing to do so.

She doesn't want to be in a relationship with her soulmate.

They may be nice and all, but she wouldn't be able to shake the feeling of being forced to be with her soulmate.

Marinette could only hope that it was a platonic bond with someone either older or younger than her, otherwise, it wouldn't stop people from asking her why she wasn't dating them.

She was only so lucky.

And even luck runs out eventually.

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Would you guys rather me have make this a regular platonic soulmate with a member of the Batfam, or a Bio!Dad?

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Thank you @patton-ly-absurd for beta reading!

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Red-Eye to Destiny

Luka wiped the sweat from his face as he walked off stage, laughing with Jagged from the pent-up energy that concerts always gave both of them. Spotting Marinette, he made a beeline for his soulmate, pressing his forehead to hers, sharing his love and happiness with her as he took a few deep breaths to center himself after the adrenalin rush of being on stage. Feeling the love she returned he hummed, a mischievous grin taking over his face as he pictured a slightly more compromising position for later that night. Instead of blushing and getting flustered like he’d expected, Mari responded with a more graphic image of a similar, if reversed nature.

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