#daminette december 2021

[maribat-bdbwm]

I just wanted to say thank you for running this event for the past few years. It was what got me into this fandom and once I started writing one of my favourite events to participate in.

Thank you so much <3333

Thank you for your kind words 🥺

And to think this event was what got you into Maribat! 🥺 Very honored to know that this event got you to write for the fandom QuQ

When I first thought of wanting to start this event, I think I was just getting into Maribat myself, having a few fics out on A03 and seeing new tropes emerge in the fandom. And out of the tropes, I started to love the bio!dad trope, becoming a sucker for the damn trope and noticed there wasn't enough!

And I thought, oh, maybe I should write for it! And I did! But then I thought, should I start an event for it?

At this time, Maribat March, Angst April (or I think that was what it was called) and Daminette December were the major events and when I thought about those events... I became skeptical of myself.

Because I didn't have a large following like those blogs...I wasn't well known as other writers/artists in the fandom..

I remember asking the Maribat Insanity server if I should even do an event because...did anyone else like the trope?? After all, there were so little works...

And my god...the amount of support I got and the amount of people who encouraged me to give it a try...

So I gave it a shot.

I made an interest form May 2020 and by June 2020, the first calendar of the event was post and on September 2020, the event launched.

And so many people participated, writing fics on Tumblr, linking their works from A03, making art...

In 2021, people still participated and even extended the trope from Bruce being Mari's bio dad to other characters like Luka and Kagami.

In 2022 and 2023, not many people participated but I still hosted it because people were excited to create works for the fandom.

And I think...I think that is why I still hosted the event for the past four years...

The Maribat community was the first crossover community I dared to join after a friend introduced me to it and honestly was one of the most welcoming, most creative communities I've been a part of and a community I will always hold dearly to my heart.

They inspired me to write, to grow as a writer, as a person and knowing this event introduced you to this community and helped you start your journey as a fellow writer... it really means a lot and once again shows how the community just continues to inspire...

So again...thank you, from the bottom of my heart <3 and I'm happy you enjoyed writing for this event <3

Thank you.

[jinx-jade]

Daminette December 2021

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Prompt 1

Prompt 2

[meduarts]

For The Daminette December Prompt! Day 1: GRUMPY CAT!

The prompt is from @maribat-calendar-events so check it out!

(Let’s hope I’ll stick to it xD)

[liquid-luck-00]

Demons & Sunshine 1

Day 1: Fairytale / Grumpy Cat

@maribat-calendar-events

Mari's past based on this post

Next

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Marinette has known, ever since she was little, that fairytales don’t exist.

At least not in the way most humans think they do.

Most people can’t see through the veil of mist that separates humans from the side of shadows, monsters, and magic.

She can.

She knows the world isn’t full of sunshine and rainbows, like most of the other little girls had grown up believing. No, she grew up in a world of shadows, in the world of magic. Meaning she is extremely skilled and proficient in magical arts, much to her father’s chagrin. And thanks to one nuisance of an apparition cough *DeadMan* cough her dad will never let her forget the only rule he has ever set for her.

If he’s told her once, he’s told her several times, don’t use magic around the Muggles. She read Harry Potter, turns out some of those spells are actually real, and started calling the majority of the populace Muggles. Most normal people think it’s cute and dismiss her thinking she is just a fan, and her dad is humoring her. She and her dad know different.

But that was besides the point, she is now 19 in an exchange program currently in Paris, France. And the only reason she was in France was because her university didn’t have Italy as an option this year.

She had met up with a few of the other students in her class to study. Their group would always reserve a study room in the library to go over shared classes, maths, sciences, language, and even toss ideas around for their personal subjects. Seeing that none of them were actually the same major.

She was always either the last or the first person to meet at the study room, today she was first. She got the key and just as she did Adrien walked up to her.

“Hey there Mari.” He waved and whispered matching her stride.

“Hey yourself pretty boy.” She teased him.

“So, do you know if Alya is bringing Nino and that other girl?”

“Dunno.” She shrugged, as she opened the door and set her things down. “Text her.”

He nodded but in that same moment her phone vibrated in her pocket.

Grumpy Cat: They are all insufferable.

Golden Retriever: It’s not like you are a ray of sunshine and totally easy to be around.

GC: Well that has nothing to do with making me miserable.

GR: From what I’ve heard that is what siblings do

¯\_(ツ)_/¯

GC: So, you are an only child?

GR: I'm starting to think you didn't always have brothers

GC: I never said that I had brothers.

GR: You didn't have to

GC: ...

How?

GR: It was a 50/50

Besides you confirmed it

"Hey girl who are you texting?" Alya walked into the study room followed by Nino and another girl.

"A friend from across the pond." She put her phone away and stood up. "Marinette." She extended her hand. "But everyone calls me Mari."

"Lila Rossi." The green-eyed, brown-haired girl answered shaking her hand. "Criminal Justice."

"Fashion and Business." She replied which prompted Adrien to introduce himself.

They fell into an easy rhythm. Almost as if Lila had always been there.

That after three hours they said their goodbyes and went their separate ways.

There was a stretch of the catacombs she would regularly cut through, from campus to her apartment two miles away.

But one second, she was in the catacombs the next she had fallen though a portal. Landing on her hands and knees.

She stood up and started to dust herself off, rightfully, assuming who had opened the portal. “Ya know it’s easier if you call right?!” She still hasn’t looked up. “That’s why I have a phone.” Now she finally looked up and was standing face to face with the Justice League. Or at least quite a few of its members. “Bloody Hell!” She pinched herself before rubbing her temples.

“Constantine?” A woman she recognized as Zatanna asked.

“That is my name, Love.” Her sass on full display, she is her father's daughter after all. “And unless you need something I’m going. I don’t have time to stand around and chat.” A glyph appeared in her hand followed by a gate opening behind her.

“You are a Constantine, but you aren’t the Constantine we wanted here, so who are you really?” The big bad bat himself asked, but it sounded more like a statement.

“Figure that out on your own Batsy.” She dropped the gate spell and crossed her arms. “But I am Constantine.” She started to examine her nails. “Marinette Constantine, to be specific. So why the rush on needing my dad?" She questioned.

She then saw most of them, for lack of a better word, green screen before rebooting. Then the utter chaos that broke out would make Eris proud, as they either stared, yelled, or a combination of both. It got so loud that she couldn't even think properly.

"Are you kidding me?!" She sighed to herself, before she took off the ring she always wore. It extended into a staff, which she tapped on the ground twice. Her power surged sending out a small electric shock wave. "Shut up already." All eyes were on her, but this time it was quiet. "Yes, John Constantine is my father, so what. What do you need my dad for anyways?"

"A demon in Gotham took over a bat." Zatanna answered first.

"So, an exorcism?"

"It's Demon Spawn. He was born one." She heard from behind her. And seeing as it was nearly quiet the voice traveled. But she's heard that name, and that voice as well now that she thinks harder.

"You have to be kidding me!" She grumbled to herself as the bits and pieces formed the bigger picture. “Okay so do you want to give me any more information… Or should I just make this up as I go.”

“What do you mean by ‘just make this up’?” Another voice she couldn’t see spoke up.

“Well, an exorcism is based on the demon who is possessing the person, so each one is unique.” Oh, this was going to be fun, she thought to herself.

Fairytales don't exist.

At least not for Marinette, apparently.

But this, this is the start of something, at the very least.

Next

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Grumpy Cat: Daminette December: Day 1

Also on Ao3

"Goodbye, Damian!" Marinette kissed Damian, her cat, goodbye as she picked up her things and checked if Plagg was already in her bag. She’s bringing Plagg because she does not need him to cause chaos with her cat and the other kwamis inside her apartment. Plus, Tikki knows a lot of modern stuff and God knows how these kwamis need to know that, no, you don’t need to free the people inside the television because there are no people trapped inside the television, and she can’t trust Plagg with that.

 Today is a Friday, her first day of school at Gotham Academy. She transferred there in the middle of the school year, which is a big hassle, but it was needed. For the sake of her sanity. Besides, the kwamis chose the city for some reason she doesn’t know. It was fluff. Fluff knows all.

  It had been 9 months since Hawkmoth, who was revealed as Gabriel Agreste, Mayura, also known as Nathalie Sanceour, and of course, Lila Rossi, the liar that bitch who was found out to be assisting Hawkmoth, was defeated. She moved to Gotham City 2 months ago. Her parents didn't approve of her decision at first, knowing that Gotham is too dangerous. It took a lot of convincing but eventually, they agreed as long as she stays out of trouble. And her mother taught her some basic self-defense so she should be fine. Her cat, Damian, was a gift from Adrien before she moved to Gotham. He gave it to her saying something along the lines of "If you're feline lonely, just cuddle with this grumpy ball of fur and imagine that you're hugging me. You can even name him Kittydrien or Adricat!" She refused to name her cat after Adrien though and named him Damian.

 She ran her way to the school, afraid that she might be late on her first day. They couldn’t have just extended her transfer to Monday.  With how fast she was running, Marinette shouldn't have been surprised that she bumped into someone on her way to her first class.

 "Tt."

 "Oh, I-I'm so sorry for bumping unto you. I wasn't looking where I was going. I really am sorry. Are you hurt-" Before Marinette could finish her ramble a voice cut her off. She looked up and saw a handsome -even more handsome than a prince charming in a cliché fairytale- boy her age with olive skin which seemed to glow under the morning sun, dark impeccably slicked back hair that makes her wonder how it would feel to mess it up using her fingers, and gorgeous emerald green eyes staring- no glaring at her.

 "Tt. Get up." With that, the boy walked away from her.

 How rude. He's handsome though- wait no! Get it together Marinette!

  ...

  "Ms. Dupain-Cheng, please come in."

 Marinette entered the classroom as soon as she heard her teacher's voice call her. She swept her eyes across the room until it landed on the boy from earlier. Marinette immediately looked away when the boy stared back at her.

 "-Please introduce yourself." She barely heard the teacher tell her to introduce herself.

 "Oh- I-uhh... Bonjour, I am Marinette Dupain-Cheng and I am your new classmate." Marinette can't help but mentally slap herself. That introduction was lame. Her classmates would think that she's such a loser because of that. And then she'll be an outcast because she's so lame-

 "You can seat on the vacant seat at the back beside Mr. Wayne." The teacher told her, cutting her off her spiraling, motioning for her to go to the backside. To the backside where the cute boy from earlier is seated. To the available seat on the backside beside the cute boy from earlier. Oh.

 She moved her way towards her designated seat. Beside the attractive boy from earlier whose name is apparently Wayne.

 "Hi! I'm so sorry about bumping into you earlier. I'm Marinette, but I guess you already knew that." Marinette introduced herself with a wide grin which Adrien sometimes dubbed the ~this person is too attractive how do I think again? smile.

 "Damian Wayne" Damian responded with a nod and turned his attention back to whatever he was doing before. Marinette certainly did not think about how cute this guy is and how similarly endearing he is to her cat, Damian, who by the way has a similar name to his. And she certainly denies ALMOST cooing over how grumpy he looks like, just like her cute kitty cat. Nah. Non. Nope. NOPE.

 Damian, huh? Just like Damian the cat, grumpy and cute- no!

 ...

  Damian glanced at his new seatmate who was now staring at whatever their teacher wrote on the board while her hands were doodling little cats. Dupain-Cheng seemed like a fool when she bumped into him earlier but he was slightly impressed at her strength that he slightly stumbled back at the impact. She doesn’t seem like the type to latch herself to someone for fame and wealth, unlike some of the harlots he encountered and kicked out of the chair Marinette is currently sitting in the past, otherwise she would have already started talking to him about how nice it is to be sitting next to him and oh, would he love to go on that expensive restaurant a couple of blocks away from school? She doesn’t seem to know who he also is which, in his opinion, is better.

 His thoughts were cut off when the bell rang. Damian grabbed his bag and waited until his classmates are already out of the classroom before going outside. He couldn’t help but notice Marinette blatantly trying to avoid his gaze and hissing something about a plague and a doodle at something inside her bag before gathering her things and running outside the classroom. He paid no mind to her strange behavior and went outside the gate to wait for Alfred. He’s gonna look into her later.

  …

  Marinette hissed under her breath as she heard Plagg cackle from inside her bag. Apparently, Plagg got bored earlier and slipped a piece of paper with a grumpy cat doodle with a “Damian the cat” written inside Damian’s bag. She wants to get it but she has no way of explaining to him how it got inside his bag in the first place that’s why she just settled on avoiding his gaze.

 Before going home, Marinette stopped by at a nearby convenience store to buy some groceries. She also bought some canned cat food for Damian it’s really weird because there is two of them now and some chips for herself. She also stopped by at a fabric shop for her commissions. Marinette was so entranced by the heavenly sight of colorful textiles around her that she didn’t notice it was already dark outside.

 While going home, Marinette felt someone tailing her. She held the cellophane with cat foods in her right hand tightly while she transferred the other bags on her left. Marinette glanced at Plagg who was now looking worried at her. She gestured for him to stay put in her bag and quickly ducked into an alley. The person, who she now identified as a drunk man holding a knife, followed her into the alley.

 “Give me your valuables girlie and no one is getting hurt.” The man tried threatened her while pointing his knife at her direction. Ugh, classic muggers. Do they rehearse their lines or something?

 “Yeah, nope. I’m sorry but I have to decline.” No way is she gonna give this man her fabrics and her money. It seemed to anger the man that he started attacking her with his knife while blabbing something about “using force”. She ducked her head at the attacks and positioned her right hand for the momentum and hit the man right at his temples using the bag of canned cat foods. That hurts, a lot. The mugger dropped his knife as he staggered back and held his head. And boy, does he look dizzy. Marinette used that opportunity to race her way to her apartment, missing the vigilante who dropped by behind her, and swore under her breath to try to never go out at night ever again. She can’t handle a dozen kwamis gushing worriedly at her even though she came home unscathed. Plagg’s overdramatic illustration of the events surely did not help at all.

 …

  It is a Saturday and Damian is currently walking through the park with Titus. He looked around and saw an empty spot under the tree, perfect for sketching. He then took out his sketch book and sat under the tree while he let Titus run around for a while.

 While Damian is sketching Titus, he felt something soft beside him. Turning around, he saw a large grumpy looking gray maine coon with green eyes staring at him before laying on his lap to sleep. He stilled himself, not to wake up the cat on his lap. Because it is an honor when a cat does that. You hear me? An honor!

 He carefully placed his sketch book beside him and started to pet the sleeping cat. Minutes passed by when he heard a voice call out his name.

 “Damian! Damian, where are you?!” The voice, which he now identified as his new seatmate, Marinette called. Why was she calling him? He suddenly remembered last night, when he saw her hit a mugger using a plastic bag with whatever hard thing was inside it. She may not look like it but his seatmate seems to have some really good strength. He looked into her last night and found nothing suspicious, her talent and reputation in the fashion world was admittedly impressive though. Although, he is certainly confused why he found a doodle of a cat inside his bag with a writing which certainly look like hers. He would not admit it but the cat doodle was cute.

 “There you are!” Marinette said while running towards him, looking relieved. He felt the grumpy looking cat on his lap wake up and get off him. Damian was about to scold her for waking up the cat when she ran to the said cat and hugged the cat. He came to the conclusion that said cat was her cat. But why was she calling him? Did she know that the cat was with him? How?

 “Why did you run off, huh? Damian?” Marinette kissed the cat’s nose while talking to the cat. The cat’s name is Damian. She was not calling him. She was calling the cat because the cat’s name is Damian. Is this how Alfred felt when he named Alfred the cat, Alfred?

 “Oh hello there, Damian the human!” Marinette greeted him, finally taking note of his presence. He was flustered. Damian the human?

 He gave her a small nod in response. He was still flustered. He forced his face into a scowl to not let her see how ruffled he is. He felt the cat, Damian, sit on his lap with an equally grumpy face as his. Marinette couldn’t help but coo. It was so cute. Two Damians. Both grumpy. One human and one cat.

@maribat-calendar-events

[folk-ever-lore]

Letters To My Lover

Daminette December Day 2 - Letters/Penpals @maribat-calendar-events

They were to be given their assignments today, and Marinette just couldn’t wait to find out who her American Penpal would be. The school had first made the announcement of the French-American pen pal project around two weeks ago and she had signed up as soon as possible. It was super easy. All she’d had to do was fill out her personal details, hobbies and interests, along with any and all methods of contact they were willing to share. Marinette had offered up her phone number, email address, Instagram username and Discord user. 

People had been called to the front randomly in order to receive their matches. Quite a few of Marinette’s friends had already gotten theirs. Alya was partnered with a girl called Issa. Adrien with Tori. Rose with Jon. Nathaniel with Leenie. Chloé with Martina. Kim with James. 

“Marinette you will be with Damian. You will find the information you need on his application.” 

“Thanks.” 

Marinette quickly read through his application and picked out the key bits of information. 

His name was Damian Wayne. He loved animals. He was from a very big family. He could be contacted through his number or his email address. 

She grinned. She couldn’t wait to get to know this Damian Wayne.

***

Marinette had typed Damian’s number into her phone but she was nervous to contact him; he was saved as ‘Damian PP’ (much to Adrien’s amusement). She cautiously typed out her first message to him.

To Damian PP

hi

this is Marinette

i’m your assigned penpal

Now she only had to wait for his response.

From Damian PP

Hello Marinette. I am Damian Wayne. 

To Damian PP

do you know how this is meant to go?

i’ve never done a pen pal thingy before

From Damian PP

I’m not too sure about it myself. I signed up upon my father's insistence. I believe we are to get to know about each other and practise speaking the other’s language. That sounds correct.

To Damian PP

lmao

if we are going to be getting to know each other will you tell me why you had to be forced to sign up?

i signed up first chance i got

From Damian PP

I had a very sheltered childhood and my father wishes for me to make more friends. Apparently the ones I have at school aren’t enough for him. I don’t see any issues with Maps,Colin, Maya, Jai or Irey.

To Damian PP

that doesn’t sounds too fun

do you know why he doesn’t think that Maps, Colin, Maya, Jai and Irey aren’t enough friends for you?

From Damian PP

He may not know about them.

To Damian PP

well that definitely explains it

if he doesn’t know they exist then he will think that you’re kinda lonely at school and wish for you to make new friends

it seems to me like he’s just looking out for you

correct me if i’m wrong

From Damian PP

You’re not wrong. My family is rather extreme so I wish to keep my friends away from them. However, that means that they don’t believe I have any friends. 

To Damian PP

i could be a friend that they know about

if you want

From Damian PP

That sounds acceptable.

***

A month passed very quickly. Soon Marinette and Damian were talking to each other for at least two hours every single day. The two of them had become very close and neither of them would change it for the world. Talking to Damian was one of the best parts of Marinette’s day, especially with Lila in her class spewing her bullshit. During lunch and after school she couldn’t wait to get her phone and to message Damian. And once it got later she could call him too, as he would be out of school by then. Video calling him was her favourite thing. That way she got to hear his voice, she could see his face and see any of his pets if they were around. 

Recently, he had even joined her and her family’s game night. She had simply been on a voice call with Damian when her mother came to ask about a game night before seeing that she was on a call and asking Damian if he wanted to join virtually. That had been a very fun night. 

Aside from Chat Noir (of course there was Kagami and Luka too but she was closer to Chat), Marinette thought that he might be one of her closest friends. She spent more time talking to Damian than she did with most of her classmates due to Lila’s influence on them, and she felt like she could tell him anything. Well, almost anything, she couldn’t tell him about the miraculous but that was fair enough - everything else was fair game. 

And maybe, if she was being honest, not that she would admit it to anyone, Marinette may have gained a slight crush on Damian. It didn’t really matter considering she’d never met him, not to her brain. Her brain thought about Damian and just decided to turn into butterflies. Thankfully, unlike her old crush on Adrien she could still talk to Damian. However, that was probably because they had been friends before she had gained a crush on him, so she was comfortable around him. 

From Loveable Demon

Did you hear the news?

To Loveable Demon

what news?

From Loveable Demon

My class is meant to be visiting Paris in only a few weeks time. You didn’t know? We were told today in class.

Marinette couldn’t help but let out a slight squeal. Damian was going to be visiting Paris? She couldn’t wait to meet him and show him all around her city. (Yes, it was hers. She was Ladybug after all.)

To Loveable Demon

i definitely didn’t know

bustier is useless

she tells us nothing

i honestly wouldn’t have been surprised if y’all just showed up on the day and we would have no clue

i swear it might happen for the rest of my class

most of them don’t talk to their partners that much

“Are you okay, sweetie?” Her mother called up from the living room below.

“Yeah,” she yelled back. “Just excited.”

From Loveable Demon

That wouldn’t shock me as much as it should. Do you want me to inform my teacher that your class may have no idea of our arrival?

To Loveable Demon

wait until a bit closer to the time

just in case bustier decides to be a decent teacher and tell us something for once

but i doubt that

From Loveable Demon

Me too.

To Loveable Demon

i can’t wait to meet you

From Loveable Demon

I agree. Meeting you is rather excitable.

***

Miss Bustier grinned up from the bottom of the classroom. “I have some very exciting news,” she exclaimed. “Your penpals are coming to visit Paris.” 

“Wicked,” shouted Alix from the right hand side of the classroom. “When?”

Marinette rolled her eyes, “Now. Their flights landed around eight thirty yesterday night, and they will be arriving after lunch in order to get some sleep, according to the teacher, because they aren’t used to Parisian time.”

“How do you know that, Marinette?” Miss Bustier asked.

“How do I know that?” She asked sarcastically. “Maybe because my penpal actually talks to me and informed me that we would be meeting as soon as he found out the news.”

“Oh, right.”

***

For once Marinette made sure that she would be back from lunch on time. She didn't want to be late to meet Damian. And by on time she meant just as the bell rang to signal the end of lunch. She raced to Miss Bustier’s classroom. she had to get there before Damian. 

She had to. 

She didn’t get there before Damian. The little shit had apparently gotten to the school like five minutes before lunch ended and had immediately gone to the classroom in order to ‘make a good first impression’. It was kind of adorable how much he tried to make good impressions. It was one of the main things she liked about him. 

“Damian?” She asked carefully as she fought the urge to run up to him and give him a hug. “Is it really you?” 

“Of course it is, Habibti.” 

“It’s great to finally meet you,” Marinette cried out excitedly. 

“I must agree.”

“Can I give you a hug?” She asked nervously. She knew that Damian didn’t like many people touching him so she wanted to check whether it was okay first.

“That is acceptable,” he responded before awkwardly putting his own arms around her, before she had the chance to do it first. 

This was nice. This was very nice.

Marinette very much enjoyed spending time with Damian via technology, but in person it was even better. 

This was brilliant. This was amazing. This was perfect. This was … this was better than she could have possibly imagined.

He meant so much to her, and he was there. He was there in person for the first time and it was perfect. 

Marinette was just happy to have his arms around her. 

Of course Chloé then had to come up and ruin it. “That’s ridiculous, utterly ridiculous. We don’t need you and your boyfriend to be all over each other as we’re coming into class, Dupain-Cheng.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” squawked Marinette. 

“I could be,” Damian offered, “if that’s what you wanted.” 

Her heart leap, “Really?”

“If that is what you desire,” he admitted, “I believe that I have had feelings for you for a bit.”

“I would love to be your girlfriend,” she said with a red face. “I have had feelings for you for a while too.”

“May I please kiss you, Habibti?”

She nodded, “You may.” 

He leaned down and their lips joined for the first, and certainly not the last, time. 

There they were. Marinette and Damian. Damian and Marinette. Together at last, in more than one sense of the word. 

[lily-drake]

Day 1: Grumpy Cat/Fairytale

Sorry, this was rushed and probably garbage….😅

Marinette was in a good mood, in fact she was in a great mood!  First of all it was Summer, second it was a warm day, not a hot day, a warm day; there is a difference, and finally her brother was coming over soon.  The cat inside of her purred at the thought of seeing her grumpy cat once again.

They were both cat shifters and had met when they were really young.  Marinette had been basking in the sun in her shifted form (a Somali Cat) on her balcony when suddenly a Manx cat landed on top of her.  They rolled around fighting.  They clawed, hissed at, and bit the other until they fell through the trap door and onto Marinette’s bed, Marinette landing atop the other strange black and brown cat.

Marinette had quickly gotten off the other cat and shifted back to her 5 year old human form and glared at the cat who just looked mad and grumpy.  She could tell the cat was also a shifter, and she demanded they shift back and tell her why they attacked her.  He never did though.

And this happened almost everyday for a week!  After that it became a fun game and she would wait and try to watch him so she could sneak attack him.  It never worked….but it was a fun game!  Then one day the cat was gone and didn’t return.  It made Marinette sad, she really liked playing with Mr. Grumpy (as she named him since he never told her!).

A year passed and when Marinette was relaxing in the grass at the park in front of her house something pounced at her.  Her instincts warned and she was able to move just in time before Mr. Grumpy cat was able to land atop her.  Marinette felt her tail swish in joy and she quickly ran, the other cat following right behind her.

It wasn’t until another two years that he revealed himself.  Apparently they were siblings, and his name was Damian, he was sent to assassinate her all those years ago, but instead he had trained her.  She never bought it as training, just a bunch of fun different games!  They spent hours just talking to and getting to know the other in the safety and calm of her room.

Marinette smiled at her memories as she waited atop her balcony.  She was so lost in thought she didn’t even notice a Manx cat sneaking up on her and jumping at her.  She jumped when she felt the prick of claws as they dug into her shirt only to be released when her brother was resting on her shoulder.  Marinette rolled her eyes at her brother and his antics.

“Hello to you too Mr. Grumpy Cat.”

Damian hisses at the name putting as much disdain in it as he could.  Marinette giggled and happily turned toward the door to her room.  As soon as Marinette was in her room Damian jumped off her shoulders and onto the chase as he shifted back.

“Hello Pinkie.”

Damian said monotonously.  Marinette rolled her eyes and leaned back laying on her bed.

“Grumpy Cat.”

“Tt.”

Marinette smiled to herself and was about to roll out of bed when she saw a robin staring at her from the balcony door.  Marinette glared at it and watched as whoever that was quickly flew away.  Marinette rolled her eyes as she closed the door and placed the curtains against them.  There were some weirdos in this world.

Quickly shifting, Marinette jumped at Damian and began to run her cheek against Damian’s chin when he caught her.  He smirked with a roll of his eyes and set her down next to him.  Quickly he shifted back and cuddled up against her as the sunlight from her side window shined on them.

Marinette didn’t realize she had fallen asleep, but she must have because when she opened her eyes she saw a bunch of other men staring at them.  One of them was taking pictures and before Marinette could think her instincts kicked in and she leaped at the one with the camera claws at the ready and hisses when they dodged.

Damian watched from his place in the chaise with a smirk on his lips as he watched his sister chase his brothers around her room.  Served them right, no one messed with her and got away with it.  He had learned that the first time he attacked her.  Watching her yell at them in her human form was just the cherry on top.

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DD Day One

So, I know I’m already behind, but I’m gonna attempt to do the whole calendar.

@maribat-calendar-events @daminettedecember

Day One: Abandon (Numb)/Fairytales

She had honestly known that Damian was too good for her, but it still hurt to get further confirmation, especially from he himself. What she did want to know, was what finally made him realize?

Marinette could hardly believe only minutes had passed, even though it felt like hours. Looking around again, she was once again crushed with the feel of abandonment.

Everything of his that had been in the apartment no more than 4 hours earlier was gone, with the spare key placed on the nightstand beside the bed.

At first, she thought it was just a trick, or maybe another kidnapping, but that was until she had noticed everything missing. Nobody would go that length to keep up appearances, right? And even if it was just a thief good at their game, would all of her stuff be left completely untouched?

The answer was no. No they wouldn’t. This seemed planned. But why? On Christmas? To break her heart? She hadn’t even thought to call him, or anyone else of the family, too deep in sadness to even think straight at the moment.

With shaky hands she reached for the fourth finger on her left hand. They had been engaged for no more than three months, and had been extensively planning a wedding. While Damian had never really liked looking through things, always finding it quite

frustrating, Marinette knew that he still loved the thought of how the wedding would be. Would have been, had he not left.

Marinette wasn’t quite sure what to do with the ring now. It was quite apparent that it was no longer needed, and holding on to it would only end up hurting her more in the long run.

Things were beginning to feel more and more hopeless. Normally, she would ask one of the kwamis for advice in this situation, but they were currently with Kagami for safekeeping. She would have called her mother, but- that just wasn’t possible.

Feeling herself start to get dizzy, she starts going through some breathing exercises. It would do no good to pass out. Getting up on shaky legs, Marinette began to catalog everything that she could do without, only wanting to bring whatever was irreplaceable, and the bare essentials.

Marinette knew she had enough money to go wherever she felt she needed to be. It’s not like she’s just been smooching off of Damian all this time. Still thinking back to her business, she decided that it may take a bit long to open back up, but she was glad she decided to close it before the holidays had started.

Drawing her phone out of her pocket, she almost cried when she turned it on. For the screen saver she had an image of Damian and herself standing side by side, holding hands in front of the Louvre, where they ended up having their first date in Paris.

With tears steadily dripping down her face once again, Marinette threw her phone across the room, can’t cringing when she heard something fall and break, but finding no motivation to go check on whatever it was.

Marinette felt herself reverting back to her Parisian mindset. It wasn’t something she herself, or even Ladybug did, just something Paris started doing as a whole. They believed it was better to turn off their emotions, rather than have them twisted.

Marinette didn’t stop it. It would be bliss to feel the numbness, rather than the feel of a broken heart. A fairy tale beginning it may have been, but there would be no happily ever after this time.

Walking into her bedroom, she trapped the first bag she could get her hands on. Shoving her supplies, wallet, and a pair of shoes into the bag, she quickly changed out of her dress, into a practical pair of jeans, a t shirt, and a jacket.

Still feeling a bit bitter, she grabbed her sketchbook and tore out the final design she had for the wedding dress. The one that she hadn’t shown Damian yet, which was supposed to be a surprise.

All of her hard work was wasted. On a man that apparently didn’t give a damn. Her mind whispered to her that that wasn’t the man she met, the boy she had been with for years.

People change. She thought, It would be best if I just decided to change along with it. Love ends in pain, and relationships, in failures. That is not what I want, anymore.

Almost thanking her past partners, she walked out with a poker face, one that could rival Damian’s own. It was quite late, but the usual noise and fog covered sky was absent, as if it was a Christmas gift the people of Gotham.

It was no wonder things didn’t work out in the end. She didn’t belong here, Marinette had always known that, deep down, but she had hoped that the feel of contentment and the sheer love was enough to get her through.

It was funny how that actually ended up being one of her greatest mistakes.

@tim-drake-is-underrated thank you for reading!

[lifeexperience]

Daminette December 2020’s drabbles in chronological order and with some extension. I divided the 31 drabbles into chapters as this way will be easier to follow the main lines in the story.

The fourteenth and last chapter - ‘Future with you’ - is up with extra paragraphs and events.

'With you' is finished.

Thank you.

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[ultimatetornshipper]

Daminette December Day 10

@daminette-december2019-2020

Heyy guys, I’m sorry it’s late but life happened, I’ve kinda been going through something in my personal life and I just really struggled to get motivated to write this but I got my shit together.

I’ll most likely be back on the regular from now on. I’m posting Day 11 and 12 as a oneshot, using both prompts in one just to make it a bit easier on myself. And I’ll be posting it like right after this.

I’ll try to post both day 13 and day 14 tomorrow. 

Anyway I hope you guys enjoy this chapter.

Princes and Pedestals

Chapter 10 – Freedom

Previous

Next: Chapter 11, Day 13 Princes and Pedestals

Next: day 11 and 12, Daminette December One shot.

Damian stood on his balcony and stared out at the forest. Today was a good day.

He got to know Marinette. She was sweet, but they both kept their walls up, as though they were dancing a delicate waltz that could shatter around them in seconds.

He felt refreshed, a new feeling. Usually, after any interaction with people, he’d be incredibly drained. It was the first time after a conversation that he felt energized.

Very energized.

It was almost midnight and he, an early bird, still couldn’t fall asleep.

Maybe it was the nagging feeling that hadn’t left him since the day Marinette disappeared.

The nagging feeling that would come and go.

The feeling that he was being watched.

“What’s on your mind, kid?” Plagg asked, landing on his shoulder.

“Feeling restless,” he replied, Plagg hummed in response and studied the scenery with him.

They stood in comfortable silence and Damian allowed himself to sink into it. Too many people in his life had a constant need to fill the quiet.

From his balcony, he looked at the courtyard where he trained every day, the gardens, usually buzzing with life and color  now disappeared into the quiet darkness. The gardens didn’t look at all like they did during the day.

He looked up. But the stars... the light blue daytime sky simply couldn’t compare to the gorgeous map of shining lights that seemed so incredibly far away.

The night didn’t shine nearly as bright as the day. But he could never deny that it was just as, if not more, beautiful.

And as he stared into the dark, moonlit world, he felt it call out to him.

Standing on his balcony simply wasn’t enough.

He wanted more.

As though reading his mind Plagg said, “You wanna transform?”

Damian nodded and climbed onto the railing of his balcony. He said the phrase and felt his clothing shift into something new.

It was armor, but not the traditional sort. It was light and quiet, allowing him to move without a sound. He had cat ears on his head and a tail lazily swung behind him, keeping his balance as he studied himself further.

The padding he wore felt and acted like leather, but it was stronger than metal. He wore a pair of boots and an equally well padded pair of trousers. His hair was now messy and slightly longer than usual.

He had a baton on his right hip as well as a katana tied secured on his back. His mask covered his mouth with a light fabric that was easy to breathe through but hid his face well.

He also had a hood, which he discovered had holes for his cat ears. His outfit also had a few dark green highlights and trimmings.

He took his baton off his hip and moved it from hand to hand, it was pretty light. He pressed the button that Plagg had explained would lengthen it. He let it keep going until it hit the ground.

He smirked and jumped down, falling down from the pole. When he was a few feet from the ground, he jumped down and shortened it again.

He eyed the woods. Maybe... maybe just checking for any imposters would ease his anxiety. Then he could be certain that no one was watching him and he was safe. And if anything happened he had the fighting skill to back himself up as well as Plagg's Cataclysm if worse came to worse.

He ran through the forest for an hour without finding anything. His first step had been to lengthen his baton to allow him to see above the treetops, using his night vision, he checked for smoke, in case someone had made a small campfire.

After that he'd simply explored on foot, enjoying the silence and solitude as well as the scenery.

Lifetime in the woods was something completely different and it just enchanted him.

Much like something - someone- else in his life.

He allowed himself to get lost in thought as he looked out for any signs of someone being in the forest.

Marinette was as beautiful as the night. When he'd first gotten to know her he'd thought her hair was as beautiful as the night sky. He looked up through the leaves and knew then that he wasn’t wrong.

He looked back in front of him only to run face first into a very hard tree. The bark pressed hard into his skin and he fell on his butt.

He sat on the floor, glaring at the tree. He checked to make sure he hadn’t gotten hurt, but it turned out that the only thing wounded was his pride.

He started to get up but he heard voices speaking and he instantly froze.

“I can’t believe you two have been sneaking off – and without me,” said the first, a girl.

“Yeah, well, your moods are pretty unpredictable. We didn’t wanna risk you blabbing,” said another girl.

The first girl gave an offended huff, “I don’t blab! I would never blab!”

“Hey keep it down you two, we don’t want to get caught,” a boy said sternly.

‘Too late for that,’ Damian thought smugly.

“Guys, I have a bad feeling about this,” another male voice said.

Damian decided that was his cue. He jumped out and landed in front of them, “Good gut you’ve got there,” he smirked, flexing his claws, “Mind if I borrow it?”

He studied the three figures. Two women and one man- wait where was the second man?

He felt something hard hit the back of his head and the world faded to black.

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Daminette December: 2- Package

“What’s that?” Damian questioned as he walked over and sat on the bench next to Marie An that sat at the base of her bed.

Marie An’s whole body tensed up as she slammed the box shut quickly. Her head snapped to face Damian as if to give him her full attention.

“I- I thought I told you to knock before entering!” Marinette hissed, ignoring the sting of her eyes and how her vision blurred.

Damian raised a brow at that, pulling his feet up to sit with his legs crossed on the cushioned bench.

“That doesn’t answer my question.” The demon heir states, sending a pointed look at the box in question. He tried his best to ignore the way his betrothed’s eyes shined with an unshed tear.

“...I-” Marie An’s voice cracked as she tried to think of an answer or excuse. She didn’t want to tell him. She can’t bring herself to tell him.

Damian sighed at Marie An’s silence, ignoring how the slight shaking of her shoulders and almost unnatural gloss of her eyes sent a spark of pain through his chest. He ignored it in favor of gently pushing the box out of her grasp and onto the bed before pulling Marie An into his lap.

The change of position seemed to be what broke through Marie An’s carefully constructed walls that usually hid her emotions so well. But Damian knew better, glancing around the room, noticing that the windows weren’t covered by the curtains and how none of the doors were locked. Both heirs had a reputation to uphold, and they know that. They also know the consequences of showing anything that could be considered a weakness.

So despite how Damian knows his betrothed needs to release her emotions, needs to be able to cry it out, whatever it is she’s upset about, he knows she can’t.

They both know she can’t. It was now only a matter of calming her.

“Shh- the area isn’t secure right now. You need to calm down.” That was all Damian murmured into her hair, combing his hands through what few tangles there were.

Marie An took a deep breath, half choking on the amount of air taken into her lungs as she attempted to calm down.

“That’s it- there you go, Khatibati. Just like that.” Damian whispered praise as Marie An’s breathing slowly evened out until only a few sniffles remained.

Marie An buried her face into the crook of Damian’s neck, causing him to tightened his hold on her protectively.

They stayed like that for a short amount of time, knowing that someone could walk in, to retrieve them at any moment. It’s not that they were breaking any rules, more so an unspoken edict that would deem that amount of contact outside of a spar, inappropriate.

Neither heir knew how long they had stayed like that, just holding each other in silence, but the demon heir was aware that it was Marie An who pulled away first. She had decided to stay in his lap, but no longer hid her face from him.

“Khatibati,” Damian began, whipping away what was left of her tears, “Did I do something to upset you?” he asked gently, only to receive a shake of the head from Marie An.

“Then… did something in that box upset you?” The young demon heir questioned.

Marie An broke eye contact with him to look down at her hands that were now resting in her lap.

Damian took Maire An’s hands in his own, rubbing his thumb over her knuckles.

“Can I see what is in the box?” Damina asked, ducking his head to be within Marie An’s line of sight.

The heir to the old Order shook her head, looking away and towards the door to her bedroom. And after a few moments the demon heir sighed, lifting Maire An up gently to place her feet on the floor.

“Come on then, we should go spar so we aren’t scolded for slacking off,” Damian suggest, tugging lightly on Maire An’s hand.

“...R-right- yeah. Let me- let me just put that away. I’ll meet you at our training grounds.” Marie An says, agreeing easily enough.

Damian gave a nod of his head, hesitantly releasing her hand as he turns away, leaving the room.

Once Maire was sure that her betrothed was out of hearing range she took in a shuddering breath of air, barely keeping herself from collapsing to her knees. She quickly walked back over to the box, grabbing it and stashing it away in hopes that having it out of sight meant having it out of mind. Except that the content of the box kept playing in her mind. The stack of files sitting inside with a binder of all the information she would need for the mission.

This box held useful information about the job she has been given, but she hates it.

This package held both the answers and the problems that could so easily sum up the existence of her life.

But for now…

For now it was alright.

For now, she had time.

And gods be dammed if she didn’t plan to spent as much of that time as she could with Damian, her best friend and betrothed.

Marie An stopped in front of her mirror, checking to make sure she was at the very least, presentable, in case she came across anyone on her way to the training grounds.

She let out a sigh when she saw that her eyes were still slightly puffy, red, and irritated. The old Order heir placed the palm of her hand over her eyes, letting a little magic leak through to coat her hand in frost, cooling and soothing her irritated eyes.

Taking another look Marie An nodded her head in approval now that she no longer looked as if she had been crying. And after another calming breath, she walked out of her bedroom, making her way over to the training grounds.

[judysupremus]

Maribat Daminette December 2021

Day 1- Grumpy Cat

I miss writing so much but I do it all from my phone.

Anyway, I'm going to pick and choose prompts to write for this month.

They will all be Roller Derby verse unless stated otherwise.

Love you all ❤️

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It started out innocently enough - a small joke here and a short prank there - but enough was enough.

Marinette had tried, for many years, to be a calm level-headed individual. One did not wield the ladybug miraculous on instinct alone.

There was only so much a person could take.

Jason had 'borrowed' the book she was in the middle of and returned it to the highest shelf in the Manor's library.

Dick, sincere as he was, would always refer to her as short and sweet.

Tim would hide the strong coffee in the upper cabinets.

Even Bruce would go out of his way to reach things for her that she could very well get on her own, thank you.

Someone would adjust the bar rack for her height every training rotation. Or pair her up with Red Hood, the tallest, on a rare patrol. She was the smallest skater, even if it did make her the best jammer.

And on and on it went. All the time Damian would watch, waiting for the moment when she'd snap.

It was so rewarding.

The bank track was absolute carnage that night, even by renegade match standards. Every jab lead to a split lip. Every split lip earned a clothesline. Every clothesline made the crowd cheer louder and louder.

With the Brawlers so low on points, they weren't going to win, but they could hit the Sirens hard enough to take them down a notch. Take out their little star jammer.

Damian took a deep breath. He needed it more from Dick half-strangling him with his hand fisted in his collar than nerves.

"She's gonna do it, Damian! We can't let her!"

"I am not going to be the one to tell Marinette she can't skate." Damian ground out as he wrestled Dick out of his personal space. Dick immediately turned to plead with Jason only to see him leaning over the boards arguing with Harley.

The ref, bless them, tried to tear the two apart but only ended up being a spit shield between them.

"What's the problem?!" Marinette shouted, shoving her way in.

"Your sweet big brotha' wants ya out of the game!" Harley roared as she tried to shove Jason back into the bleachers.

Marinette threw her hands skyward. "But we're winning. If we beat the Brawlers hard enough they won't bounce back for semifinals!"

"Let someone else jam, Pixie!"

"Listen to Jason, short stuff! You're one hit away from a bad night. Those ladies are out for you." Tim tried to reason with her.

But it was a mistake.

Marinette turned her mightiest Ladybug stare at all three of them and put her mouth guard back in. Harley gave a whoop and slapped her shoulder.

"That's my girl! Let's skate!"

As the pack took off and Lady Bruiser waited for the second whistle, Jason rounded on Damian.

"Why the fuck didn't you talk her out of it?!"

"It wouldn't have mattered. She can take care of herself and you all keep insulting her." Damian shoved them out of the way as he answered.

They all watched as the Brawlers biggest skater made to check Lady Bruiser into the boards, only to wipe out completely. Marinette had ducked beneath the elbow and quickly jabbed the other skater without losing momentum.

"You can't keep calling her short."

[adrestar]

Attention|Movie Night: Daminette December 2021: Day 3

Damian: Marinette

Marinette: *working on a comission* ...

Damian: Habibti

Marinette: ...

Damian: Angel

Marinette: ...

Damian: Why won't you give me some affection? Am I not worthy of your love? Where are my kisses? My hugs? Is that it?

Marinette: ...huh? Oh, Is my little birdy craving for my affection? *kisses his nose*

Damian: *blush*

Marinette: Let's watch a movie, shall we?

@maribat-calendar-events

[folk-ever-lore]

Red

Daminette December Day 6 - Butterflies @maribat-calendar-events

Marinette Dupain-Cheng didn't have much use for the skills she'd been forced to learn from a young age from the League Of Assassins, but Ladybug did. Ladybug could show off her abilities to predict any opponent's next moves, to defeat enemies as soon as they were in front of her, to kill anyone who dared battle her.

Okay maybe Ladybug could do all that, but she had more freedom than Marinette did and that meant something. That had to mean something.

Marinette Cheng had been raised in the League Of Assassins to be a ruthless killer worthy of being married to The Demon's Heir, but once the League had fallen apart she had been sent to Paris to live with her aunt and uncle. Tom and Sabine were nice enough but they didn't really know much about her life before she went to live with them, all they knew was that it wasn't really a safe place for a child to grow up. Marinette didn't care, at least then she was free to be herself and wasn't forced into a doll-like facade of being a perfect sweet girl that she just wasn't. And, if she was being honest, Damian was at the League which automatically made living there seem better than it actually was.

Of course, she could visit him whenever they were both free with the use of the house miraculous, but due to the fact that both of them had been heroes in their new living areas (she could see the irony) and time zones that wasn't too often. He had told her that if she was ever in danger that she could visit him at any time, but he had explicitly said that rule was for emergencies only.

As much as she loved her fiancée boyfriend, she didn't want to upset him by not disturbing him when he was busy. Of course she could text and call him a lot more than she visited him so it wasn't a big issue. After all, other people made it work with even less visits than her and Damian managed with.

***

Marinette Cheng was a force to be reckoned with, aside from the Demon’s Heir, she was one of the deadliest  assassins in the league when she was only eight. She had been raised from birth to be an elite assassin, she and Damian had trained in the art of assassination for as long as they could remember.

She glared down at one of the servants. They were a failure and it was her job to get rid of failures. It didn’t matter that they had simply dropped something that was meant for Ra’s, they had failed, therefore they were a failure. Failures were useless, and useless things die.

She held her sword in her hand, ready to bring it down and complete her task.

“Do it,” Talia ordered.

Marinette simply nodded and pressed her sword to their throat. With a wicked glint in her eyes, she sliced across and watched as the servant died. Dead due to her actions. Dead because of her.

It was nothing new. She had seen this sight many times. She had done this many times.

***

Ladybug swung her yoyo threatenly as she and Chat Noir advanced on Hawkmoth. She had found his lair months ago and she had wanted to charge down there and kill him, but before she could Chat had found her and stopped her. He insisted that they were heroes and heroes didn’t kill.

He knew nothing. She was no hero. She was simply someone playing pretend. Someone trying to make up for their past misdeeds. She was a murderer. She was an assassin. She was a monster.

She was not a hero and she refused to act like one, not in this case. Hawkmoth had made the citizens of Paris suffer for nearly a year now and she refused to let it go on any longer. He had to die. She had to kill him. It was the only way to guarantee Paris’ safety.

Chat wouldn’t let her do it. She had to do it, despite how much the thought made her feel sick. It was the only way to keep Paris safe.

***

“Don’t do this,” a young woman cried out, begging Marinette not to do this. Begging Marinette not to kill her. “What do you want? I’ll give you anything.”

“I want to complete my mission.”

“What was your mission?” The woman asked desperately. “Maybe I can help.”

“I am to take your research on the League Of Assassins and kill you.”

“They’re real? I thought it was a myth.”

“I am real. I see no reason why my associates aren’t real. Where is your research?”

The woman was shaking, clearly she didn’t want to die. That would be too bad, she was going to die either way. Upon Marinette’s words the woman’s eyes quickly, accidentally glanced over towards a door in the left corner of the room. At least that would save her time.

“It’s all in there?” She asked, pointing towards the door.

“No,” the woman claimed despite the fears in her eyes clearly revealing the truth. The woman’s body language had given her away, maybe a lesser trained assassin wouldn’t have noticed but she had been trained to pick up on body language just as long as she had been trained with weapons. All her research definitely was in that room.

“Our time together is over then.”

Marinette twirled a dagger around in her hand as she advanced on the woman. A nice simple stab through the heart would do it right? After all, she had been rather co-operative.

The woman, the target, had been chained to the floor a long time ago, there was nowhere for her to go as Marinette approached her.

“Please…”

The dagger pointed towards the woman’s heart.

“Please…”

She steadied the dagger in her hand before thrusting it forward into the woman’s heart. When she removed the dagger after making sure it had definitely caused a fatal injury, blood dripped from the wound. Her dagger was covered in blood, but it was also starting to cover the woman’s clothes.

Once the idea of murder had terrified her, but she had become numb to it after time. After all, there was no other way to guarantee her safety in the league if she wasn’t as good at killing as she was.

It was a satisfying sight as Marinette cleaned off her dagger on the woman’s clothes. As much as she wanted to stay and avoid another assignment for a little longer, she knew she would be expected back at headquarters to report the progress on her mission soon.

***

“Lucky Charm!”

A familiar feeling dagger appeared in Ladybug’s hand. The only difference was the colour of the metal. Her usual dagger had been a sharp metallic silver, but because this was a lucky charm the dagger was red with black dots.

She grinned as she felt the edges of the familiar dagger over with her thumb. “I’ve missed this.”

Chat Noir sent his partner a worried glance, but he didn’t really have much time to think her comment over at that point in time. He had more important things to deal with, such as Hawkmoth had a very concerned look on his face. Considering Ladybug’s reaction to the dagger the supervillain definitely had cause to be worried for his life, especially considering how she had been begging to kill him villain for months. Not that Hawkmoth knew that.

Ladybug’s eyes held a long forgotten glint in as she approached Hawkmoth, backing him against a wall. Chat thought it was rather animalistic, like a predator advancing on its prey. He had to stop this.

“Bugaboo, please don’t. He doesn’t deserve to die.”

“Oh but he does,” she gripped her dagger carefully to make sure he didn’t pull it from her.

“I agree that what he’s done is wrong but he should go to prison, not die.”

Ladybug huffed at her partner’s hopeful attitude, “It’s the only way to keep Paris safe.”

“Will Ladybug becoming a murderer keep them safe?” Chat Noir questioned.

“I can’t become something I already am,” she sobbed. “I don’t want to kill another but this is the only way to keep Paris safe. What if he finds another lost miraculous? I can’t take that chance. I don’t want to have to do this again. Please Chat, I don’t want to do this but I have to.”

“M’Lady please jus-”

Ladybug was sure that Chat Noir would have continued speaking if she hadn't stepped forward, grabbed Hawkmoth’s body and slit his throat. Blood started pouring out of the wound, filling the villain’s lungs, drowning him with his own blood.

The blood, it was red. Dripping, bloody red. She hated it. She hated what she’d done. She hated what she’d had to do to him. Maybe Chat had been right, maybe she shouldn’t have killed him.

***

Marinette had been trained all seven years of her life for this. Her first kill.

She didn’t want to do it. Sure she had been trained by many people for years on how to hurt and main all kinds of people, but she’d never killed anyone before. She didn’t want to be a murderer. She didn’t want to be an assassin. She had no choice. It was kill or be killed, and she knew which option she’d rather take.

A figure was dragged before her, an old man from the nearest village. She couldn’t do this. Did they seriously expect her to murder an old man?

Ra’s was there to watch her. He didn’t watch over her training the same way he did Damian’s, but as his future daughter-in-law he made sure to watch her major exams. It certainly didn’t make the idea of her first kill any easier.

She didn’t want to do this. She couldn’t do this. She had to do this.

A small, shaking hand held up a dagger. She was expected to kill this innocent old man with just one dagger. How was she meant to do this?

As she walked towards the old man he gave her a small nod. Was this him giving her permission to kill him? She hoped so. That would make this easier for her. Even if he hadn’t nodded she was going to pretend that he had. She didn’t think there would be anything else that could get her to do this.

She fumbled with her dagger a little but ultimately held her ground. She tried to not think about what she was doing as she forced her dagger into his body.

Oh god. What had she done?

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Once she would have smiled down at her victim’s body, satisfied with a job well done, but now… Now the sight didn’t fill her with the same type of wicked satisfaction it once did. She felt disgusted with her actions?

Her hand started shaking and she released her dagger in shock. “What did I do?”

What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do? What did she do?

The thought wouldn’t leave her head as her whole body shook: What did she do?

Backing into a wall, she slid down and sat next to the body of her latest victim. She hadn’t killed anyone since she had left the league. How could she kill someone now? After all this time? How?

“You okay, bugaboo?” Chat Noir asked carefully as he sat down next to each other.

She opened her mouth to speak, but she couldn’t find the words. She shook her head. She wanted Damian.

Damian… She could reach him with the horse miraculous.

She quickly pulled the butterfly miraculous off the dead body of Hawkmoth without looking at his identity and opened her yoyo so that she could place the newly recovered miraculous and take the horse one. She put the glasses on and transformed into Pegabug.

“Voyage!” She cried to open a portal to Damian.

Once she was through the portal it shut and she quickly untransformed.

Damian. She needed Damian.

“Damian?”

“Habibti? What are you doing here?”

Damian. There he was. He had rushed over to her and she had wrapped her arms around him.

“It was horrible,” she confessed. Upon seeing his blank face she tried to find the courage to explain further. “I haven’t … I hadn’t hurt anyone like that since the league.”

He embraced her further, “It’s okay. It’s okay. You’re here. You’re safe now.”

“I hated it. I hate myself.” Tears dripped down her face. She was pathetic.

“Hawkmoth?” He asked carefully, making sure to tread carefully around the subject.

She nodded, “Yes.”

Damian pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Then you did the right thing.”

“Really?”

“Really.”

“Thank you,” Marinette gave him a weak smile. “I love you.”

“I love you too, Habibti.”

The pair stayed curled up, holding each other in the library for hours until someone found them.

“What the fuck is this demon spawn?”