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"So, when do you plan to make a move?" Jon questioned.
"A move?" Mari asked, "Is that some American slang I don't know yet?"
"On Damian?" Jon spoke, "It's obvious you like him."
Marinette turned bright red.
"I think I know my own feelings, Jon." Marinette scoffed.
"I highly doubt it." Jon replied, "You told me about your 'Adri-obsession and how well that worked out."
She looked around the cafeteria and whisper-shouted back, "I told you that in confidence!"
"You never said it was a secret." He smiled.
"Well, I'm saying it now!" she huffed.
Jon pouted.
'There goes that plan to tell Damian. It would have been fun seeing if he got jealous.'
"Look," Marinette sighed, "Damian is nice and…..respectful. It's…..appreciated. I don't have to worry about someone else getting in my space. I also know that if something is wrong, if I said or did something, he would tell me. He's honest and it's really nice….compared to what was going on before. So yeah, he's nice and I like him."
Jon smiled, brightly.
"I also like you, Jon." she spoke, destroying his mood, "I'd say were not…..entirely friends. I-I can say that I tolerate him."
As Marinette walked away, Jon facepalmed so hard, he thought he might have left a mark.
'They're perfect for each other.'
Jon took a deep sigh.
"What?" Damian demanded.
'Knew it would work.'
"Just tired of you two circling each other." he stated.
"I am circling someone?" Damian questioned.
"What I mean is, I know you like Marinette and you're not doing anything about it." Jon replied.
"Ridiculous." Damian spoke, focusing his attention on his book.
"You're too over protective of her." Jon sneered, noticing Damian's finger twitch,"You glared at guy the other day because he was talking to her about a class assignment and she couldn't go to lunch with us."
"She seemed uncomfortable." Damian declared.
"You bought her coffee from her favorite shop." Jon continued.
"She said she was working on a project." The youngest Wayne stated.
"You don't buy me coffee, even after missions." Jon whined.
Damian slammed his book shut, "You hate coffee!"
Jon stared at Damian, "You carried her books."
Damian ignored the staring, "Her fingers were covered in bandages."
"You bought her hundreds of dollars' worth of fabric." Jon continued to prod.
"She is making me an outfit and I chose my own fabric." Damian stated, getting frustrated, "As for the rest, she is paying me back in installments."
"You like her!" Jon shouted.
"Dammit Jon, I tolerate her!" Damian shouted.
"Fine." Jon spoke, "I won't bring up 'my imaginary feelings of you two together' again."
He watched in the reflection of the window as Damian opened his book and acted as if their conversation never happened.
'Yep. They're perfect for each other. I just wished they'd get together faster.'
Luka could reset time as a miraculous user. That information wouldn't be a surprise for anyone who knew he was Viperion, but that wasn't the whole story.
All miraculous users - to his knowledge - had abilities even outside of transforming. It was to be expected as a natural effect of wearing magical jewelry around, with the only downside being that one had to be careful about using it or risk being outed.
Granted, almost the whole of Paris had a habit of being... oblivious. Without a bodysuit and sparkly lights when an ability was used, they were far more likely to pass off just about anything, which was the metaphorical safety net there.
As for Luka himself, the time he could reset was limited to a few seconds at best. He could activate it at any moment and tended to use it mostly for minor things, like the time he saved a kid from getting smacked in the face with a ball. It'd never caused him any problems, as even his friends tended to see him as some sort of extra mature, ultra sensitive guy with super intuition, whatever that meant.
It was convenient for him, so he wasn't going to complain.
Above all else, he found himself using his power for Marinette. It had nothing to do with his bias (mostly), but one reason was that she was unlucky. Another person might insist that she was a klutz, but he'd prefer to say that "her instrument wasn't designed to play the notes she came up with."
The other reason was that she was his girlfriend, the guardian of the miraculouses, so he saw her often. He wasn't trying to score any extra points with her by "abusing" his power, but she had enough burdens and stressors to where he preferred her time with him to be as nice as possible. He caught her waist when she tripped, played missed notes properly whenever he was distracted by her very presence, and focused even down to icing cookies.
The last one had been his current role for their time together. They were at her house in the kitchen, the cookies having just cooled down from the oven so they could ice them. Marinette was watching him and had carefully instructed him on how to do it, but listening and absorbing weren't the same as putting it into action.
Go outside of where he intended? Reset. Accidentally put a little too much in one spot? Reset. Lose a bit of icing when he was adjusting his grip? Reset.
He normally wouldn't have gone to such extremes, but Marinette wanted to try the cookies he'd iced. He recalled her telling him before that presentation could play an important role in taste depending on circumstances, and he would've hated for her to have a subpar cookie after all the work they put into making them.
Perhaps it was his own fault. He'd grown so used to rewinding that he became reliant on it, but he did genuinely want to make good cookies for her.
Then, on what was probably his tenth reset, he heard a giggle from Marinette at his side. It jarred him so much that he drew his icing right off the cookie, which meant resetting again to undo it.
The giggling increased, though this time with her covering her mouth to suppress it. That simply wasn't normal, as everyone had always behaved exactly as they did before upon resets, at least until he did something different. She was reacting the moment the reset occurred.
Luka tried to make sense of it, eyeing her out of the corner of his vision as she tried so hard to suppress her giggles. Whenever he reset, their positions did too, so they were in the same pose at the time he'd reset to; she'd called it "going back to a savestate," which was apparently a gaming thing.
However, her actions weren't like an NPC in-game who got wrapped up in a reset and were going through the same motions for a hundredth time; she was like his player two who sat by his side and had watched him load that savestate.
"...Marinette," he began, pulling back from his designated task to look at her. "Do you know when I reset?"
She was still trying to suppress her giggling, but her eyes widened at the question and made her try harder. She forced out a cough, cleared her throat, and blushed noticeably as she hesitantly made eye contact with him.
"...Yeah," she admitted from behind her hand. "Sorry. It's a guardian thing; I still can't tell the difference when you use Second Chance as Viperion, but I go through the resets like you do when you're not transformed."
That was a step up from what he'd expected. He thought she was only vaguely aware whenever he reset, but she was actually just as conscious as he was.
"I—" His jaw dropped in horror, imagining her in the middle of working whenever he reset and her having to redo little bits of it over and over. "I'm sorry."
"W-what?" She blinked rapidly, shaking her head at him. "No, Luka, you didn't know! I'm the one who's sorry for not telling you!"
He frowned, acknowledging her point but not understanding why she'd do that, or rather not do that. It sounded like an inconvenience no matter how he looked at it.
Blushing in embarrassment, she went closer to him, one hand on his arm while the other rested on the hand he was holding the bag of icing with. Meekly, she explained, "I'm usually the one always trying to make everything perfect for everybody else. You're the first guy - the first anyone - who's tried so hard to make things perfect for me. I was worried you'd stop if you knew that I knew, and you were just so... cute?" She ducked her head. "I know guys don't usually like being called that."
Luka honestly hadn't had an opinion on being called "cute" until that day, but if it was Marinette doing it, then it was absolutely delightful. On the other hand, he wasn't sure how to feel about the idea that she would've kept such a secret from him.
Her eyes scanned his face, picking apart the various emotions there, then she frowned. "I'm really sorry for not telling you. I would've loved your cookies no matter what, and I wasn't trying to deceive you or anything."
"It's not that. I'm not mad or anything." He put down the icing bag so he could hold her hand. "I'll never stop wanting to make things as perfect for you as possible. I'm just a little sad."
"Sad?" she echoed, seeming torn between being happy that he wasn't going to stop doting on her and regretful that she'd made her own boyfriend upset in some way.
"If I knew before that you went through my resets too, I would've done things differently, that's all." He glanced at the oven's clock to check the time. "Like... how long do we have until our date's over? You said that your parents wanted to take you out to eat since it's been a while?"
"Uh?" She didn't catch onto why he was asking, but stared at the clock anyway and replied, "Ten minutes? That's still enough to eat the cookies we made after we ice them."
With a chuckle, he bent over and cupped her cheek with his free hand, running his thumb over her lips. "We have a lot more time than that now."
"What...? Oh!"
The last thing he saw was the sparkle of realization in her gaze before the two of them closed their eyes and abandoned their cookies, all so they could get lost in kissing each other. What was barely a second to everyone else was a countless amounts of well used resets to them.
After all the dates interrupted by bad luck or akuma, it was the first time they had each other thoroughly, completely smooched to their own satisfaction. The ten minutes that remained afterwards to finish and enjoy the treats they'd made were just the icing on the cookie.
do u ever have days where you just want to cry and you just want someone to ask "how are you feeling?" or " are you okay?" .
you cry behind closed doors and as the doors open you wear your glasses and and a fake smile. But no one asks. No one sees your bloody eyes. and now you want to start crying again.
Adrian couldn't believe what Marinette had done didn't she understand the high road she should have just listened to him. He knew these things as in the fashion world this was the norm but Marinette just couldn't let go. If she remained like this there was no way she would be able to go up in the fashion world.
“Students, would anyone like to volunteer for class president?” asked Miss Bustier.
Lila shakily raised her hand, “if everyone’s okay with it, I would like to run for class president.” She gave them all a shy smile.
Everyone in the class felt better after all Marinette hadn’t been a good president in a while she would no longer make things for the class. Nor would she organise picnics for them like she used to. The reason they hadn’t complained was they hadn’t wanted Chloe to become president and no one else wanted to run. And with Marinette resigning and Chloe leaving for New York they had thought one of them would have to be president. They had forgotten about Lila and hadn’t wanted to recommend her as she had so many illnesses and they didn’t want to trouble her. But if Lila wanted to do it they would be very happy as she was more competent than Marinette and most of all she wasn’t petty and jealous like Marinette. She also had very big connections, if Marinette could prepare things for them like picnics, which had just been mediocre if they were being honest now. Lila would surely organise wonderful things for them as they were her friends.
“Of course Lila , I am sure no one here has a problem with that. Isn’t that right, guys?” said Alya.
“Yes, dudette.”
“Yupp”
“Of course”
Lila smiled “ thank you guys I won't disappoint you.”
Clap clap
“Well I am glad that we could get that all worked out so quickly. So Lila, who will be your deputy president?” asked miss bustier
“Well if you don’t mind Alya?” asked Lila turning to her bff
“Absolutely Lila” Alya replied.
“Well then let’s get the lessen started” said Miss bustier turning towards the board
“Miss bustier” said Adrian raising his hand
“Yes, Adrian?”
“Well Marinette still hasn’t returned, shouldn’t she also be in the class if we are starting the class.” said Adrian
Miss bustier sighed, “what am I going to do with her.”
Lila raised her hand.
“Yes, Lila?”
“I could go and search for Marinette. After all it's my duty as class president to help my fellow classmates even if we may not see eye to eye.” Lila said, smiling charmingly.
“Aww Lila girl you are so sweet Marinette would never” said her bff (Alya)
“Sure Lila, and make sure Marinette knows if she pulls this stunt she will be facing serious punishments.” said miss bustier. She was pleased with Lila, she knew how to be a good class president and set a good example.
“But miss bustier I am sure Marinette was just upset due to me, she shouldn’t be punished just because she was sad and a little angry.” said Lila sadly.
“Oh Lila girl you are giving Marinette way more credit than she deserves. She has been nothing but kind to her yet she continues to treat you this way. Girl you must be firm or else she is just going to walk over you.” said Alya looking her in the eye
Lila nodded and left the classroom to find Marinette.
Meanwhile
Instead of roaming around the school, Marinette had decided to go to the restroom because she didn’t trust the school’s management nor Lila. The restroom was the best place to be.
Its going more perfectly than I thought, about now Lila would have somehow convinced the class that she could be the class president and the spongers that the class were they would surely be fantasizing about the wonderful things they are now going to be treated to.
Thud
Lila opened the door to the restroom.
Once inside she closed the door and let her true smile show.
“Well Marinette, how does it feel to be dethroned by the people you love?”
“Well I wouldn’t know that Lila, would I now?”
Marinette smiled her usual smile but this time her eyes didn’t sparkle with happiness. Instead something in her eyes gave Lila a bad feeling, but she ignored it afterall she was the class president now, she had the class as her friends. So why would she give up when everything was within her reach.
“Afterall no one had dethroned me, as if I ever had a throne to begin with. No, the only thing I did was cut my losses.” continued Marinette then she smirked.
“Though I am curious to how you would handle things now” said Marinette.
“Shouldn’t we be returning to class or are you going to do something dramatic again?” asked Marinette.
A/N~ Marinette is the guardian and Felix is the sole heir of the Graham de Vanily.
They never thought they would be here in this quiet place in this quiet moment. It had started all too quietly and had turned into something they cherished.
For her it was the acknowledgement that she was enough that it weren't her mistakes that defined her and it wasn't like he declared these things No... it just wasn't his style he would show her with his actions his eyes . Oh how she had loved reading his eyes for if he allowed them, they would surely embody the saying that the eyes were the window to the soul.
For him he had never had just companionship, just pure friendship. He didn't expect it for no one in his standing did. But that didn't mean he hadn't wanted to experience it, she was like the wind with how she made him feel but he also knew, like the wind he couldn't have her, for how can you keep the wind in one place. He knew that yet he hadn't stopped any of it, for if he had stopped it due to this fear ... oh wouldn't have that been a loss far greater than this.
"I can't leave Paris." "I know"
"you can't stay in Paris." " I know"
The silence was heavy. So much to say yet nothing made it out.
They could have stayed in touch but it wouldn't help them. No.... it would make them miserable being so close yet so far it was better to leave it here. In this place where it all ended... No... the place where they chose to leave it as it is. For love like theirs it didn't fade....
10 years later
There was a new art exhibition. Its collection was said to leave an impression on anyone that saw it. She had wanted to see if these art pieces could give her new inspiration. Just as she was walking through the hallway.
"Felix" " Marinette"
Both aged both wistful .
"how ..how are you?"
" good" breathing in "good "
" you?" " good"
"melody" " Fe"
they smiled at each other ,eyes saying what their words didn't. They had moved on but their love remained untouched, unchanged. Maybe in another life ,another world they would have stayed with each other.
A/N~ hope u guys like it. I will be trying to update more often😁
In which Marinette Dupain-Cheng takes the high road and leaves Lila Rossi alone. Alternatively, Marinette has connections everywhere.
A collection of interconnected one-shots focused on Marinette as MDC and her connections, eventually leading to Lila's downfall— includes popular tropes such as Bruce Wayne being Marinette's Bio-dad, the Akuma class going to Gotham City for a class trip & Felix transferring to Akuma class + a sprinkle of social media and background Felinette relationship.
Chapter 1: Felix Graham de Vanily
Chapter 2: Clara Nightingale
Chapter 3: Jagged Stone
Chapter 4: Claude Albrecht
Chapter 5: Allegra Sinclair
Chapter 6: Nadja Chamack
Chapter 7: Audrey Bourgeois
Chapter 8: Tony Stark
Chapter 9: Lex Luthor
Chapter 10: Adrien Agreste
so this is a very short idea that i just had to write 😁😁
Marinette recently found out that she had to wear glasses and she is kinda insecure about how it looks on her. Felix is her boyfriend.
In the library
Marinette and Felix are sitting at a table. Both of them are sitting on the same side Félix is reading a book while Marinette was looking at some references.
Marinette: do you think that I look better without specs?(nervously)
Felix looked up from the book he was reading.
Felix: What brought this on? (putting down his book)
Marinette: Well you know that I have to wear them or my eyesight might become worse but I just don't think this suits me.(Taking of her specs)
Felix: Well...(a Mischievous smile appears on his face)(he pulls her chair toward him) I don't know about others but I prefer You without specs.
Marinette: oh..(saddened to hear that from him)
Felix: don't you want to know why
Marinette: I guess..
Felix: (turns her face toward his) (Takes off her glasses) Because then I am the only one you can see clearly (he laughs)
Marinette:(blushing but starts to pouts) Seriously Felix! you can't say such things without thinking you know(she laughs)
Felix: well you know you look pretty with specs and without specs so I think you have nothing to worry about.(staring at her lovingly)(puts on her specs)
Hiii I am just wondering if there are any study groups either here on tumblr or telegram because I am searching but I can't find anything. If anybody knows can you please tell me cause I am kind of struggling and I think like minded people might help with my inability to be consistent.
This fic happens after my fic Already Gone. I didn't think I would make a part 2 but I know how curious and anxious I would be about what happened (also someone asked me to not make it a sad ending🫡 )so this is kinda how I thought it would go. I also have some ideas for what happens after this but don't know if I should post that so it will depend on how people like this
Note-Felix doesn't go out of his way to talk to Marinette as he is already hurting and none of their classmates know that they were dating or that they were close. He also doesn't know that Marinette feels this way
They were normal boring day every day until they weren't. She didn't know why but now her eyes would follow him , even when she tried to tear them away. When he was talking to someone or just existing really.
Marinette knew when it started, many people fall in love at first sight but she had never thought it would be love at first laugh for her maybe it was because she had never seen him that happy or it was the sound of him enjoying something, or it was the way his eyes would have this shine. Whatever it may be she knew she was hooked.
Not many would understand why she liked him. They saw him as someone who always teases everyone, annoys the hell out of people, is so arrogant , has an ego the size of a castle. But when you looked closely you would see that's not all there was to him.
But she knew that he didn't feel that way. At first she deluded herself to think that until she saw how he saw her just someone in his class, not an acquaintance, not a friend definitely not a lover. But still she would look when he entered the class, listen when he answered.
Because if one could get rid of love that easily no one would have to suffer from the pain of knowing that you don't even matter to the person you just can't bring yourself to ignore .
And maybe she didn't want to get over it cause even though it may hurt it also made her happy, being in love it wasn't what she thought but it wasn't something she hated.
But she wouldn't not be happy if it wasn't as one sided as she thought. But oh was that impossible. Afterall why would Felix Graham De Vanily love her, Marinette Dupain Cheng.
I Gave You Immortality, I Can Take It Back Anytime
Daminette One Shot | Soulmate AU | AO3
Marinette Dupain-Cheng has always known she was immortal. Maybe not always.
But there had been multiple instances in her life that proved she was.
Like when she was four, she and Nino had been playing catch when the ball he threw at her bounced and rolled onto the road. Seeing no cars in sight, Marinette had rushed onto the street to grab the ball when a car seemed to have spawned out of nowhere and sped towards her.
She had frozen in fear, not able to move when the car miraculously broke down just as it was about to hit her. Her parents hadn’t let her out of their sight for a while after that incident.
That night, she remembered seeing a boy about the same age as her with green eyes, tanned skin and a permanent scowl on his face as he crossed his arms and looked at her with an air full of superiority as he snapped, “Be more careful.”
She had thought the dream was weird and never saw the boy again until when she was six. She somehow contracted pneumonia and was sent to the ER for a life-threatening emergency.
She slept at the hospital that night, afraid and alone, her parents weren’t allowed in the room as the sickness was contagious.
She saw the green-eyed boy again, this time looking older than he was when she last saw him. His scowl was the same, looking down at her with disapproval as if she had sought out the sickness on her own and gotten sick on purpose.
“Don’t look at me like it’s my fault,” She snapped, unhappy with his disapproving expression.
He looked surprised but the expression was gone as quickly as it appeared, the scowling expression slipping back like it never left in the first place as he spat, “It is your fault! If you never went near that sick person in the first place, you would not have contracted the disease.”
Marinette stomped her foot, unwilling to let the boy talk to him like that. “It’s not my fault I’m sick! Everything hurts! I’m scared and alone, I don’t need to add you yelling at me to the mix.”
By the end of her rant, she was struggling to contain her tears, the frustration of everything she had been holding back while she had been awake came tumbling out.
The boy’s face softened slightly and he shifted, looking uncomfortable at the girl looking so close to tears. He gave a hesitant gentle pat to her head as he said, “Get better soon.”
The following morning when she woke up, her pneumonia had been cured.
Since that night, the mysterious boy appeared more often on days when she got hurt or injured, and with her clumsy nature, she saw the boy every few days.
“I just realized I don’t know your name,” Marinette asked one day as they hung out in the dreamscape.
They were both doing their own thing, with the boy focused on his sketchbook and Marinette working on some colouring book.
He grunted, not happy with the interruption. “That is not important.”
She closed her colouring book and got up to snatch the sketchbook from his hands.
“Hey!” he glared at her, hoping to intimidate her but she was stubborn, not giving in.
“It’s important to me. I want to know who my friend is,” she said, referring to his earlier statement.
“We are not friends,” he grumbled, looking away.
She stuck out her tongue. “Too bad. You’re stuck with me, you always appear when I sleep.”
The boy stubbornly avoided her gaze, focusing on some shelves behind her instead.
“Just tell me your name. Please?” She whined, putting on her best puppy doll eyes, his scowling expression faltering as he all but melted at the adorable expression she was making.
He huffed, trying to act like he was unaffected by the look but Marinette knew better. She had come to figure out his weakness as her puppy doll eyes and she used it to her full advantage.
“Damian. Damian Al Ghul,” he said, glaring at her.
Her smile was bright, his glaring eyes softening immediately and she was happy she had finally got him to tell her his name! He was going to be her best friend, it would be the last thing she did even if he continued to be stubborn.
At 13 years old, she was given the ladybug earrings and became Ladybug, the heroine of Paris.
That came with a price. She was injured more often, her meetings with Damian in the dreamscape every few days turned to every day.
He had somehow known her identity as Ladybug as soon as she saw her the night after the first Akuma and he had thrown a fit about it.
At 16, the akumas had escalated. Before, when the Akumas avoided killing and only stuck to injuries now weren’t afraid of taking more ruthless measures.
Multiple times when Marinette thought she was about to die, something miraculous happens to change it like the universe was being warped to make sure she doesn’t die and in a way, avenges her while it was at it.
About to get lava sprayed and incinerated from an Akuma? The lava gun runs out of lava fuel, allowing her and Chat Noir to catch him off guard to break the akumatized object.
A car getting thrown at her by an Akuma and about to crush her? It missed, somehow ricocheting off a building and hitting the Akuma square in the face.
That one battle where Hawkmoth himself shows up and has her cornered, about to grab her earrings? He gets attacked by his own Akuma.
An Akuma that absorbs the powers of miraculous holders and cataclysms her? Oh would you look at that, the Akuma gets sidetracked at the last second— courtesy of Chat Noir— and the wall behind her disintegrates to dust instead of her.
She could go on. It was absurd and a bit (utterly) ridiculous if she was being honest but at least her life never really seems to be in any real danger.
She had thought maybe it had something to do with her donning the ladybug miraculous and it was giving her insane luck, she even consulted her kwami about it.
Tikki had debunked that theory, looking confused as she did. “I’m not sure what’s happening to you, Marinette, but the ladybug miraculous isn’t the reason. The ladybug miraculous can give you a little luck at times but there must be balance, which means you would also have bad luck days. All those circumstances weren’t the outcome of lady luck and not to mention, you never seem to have any bad luck days. Even when you do, the event always somehow gets altered at the last second.”
Marinette had brought up her theories to Damian but he always looked uninterested and avoided the subject so she stopped bringing them up in the dreamscape.
She had a hunch on why this was happening but she denied it and pushed the possibility out of her mind. Damian never said anything about it, so she wouldn’t either. She was good at denying things, it was how she never figured out Chat Noir’s identity.
Now at the age of 17, Marinette was still contemplating if she was somehow immortal when Scarecrow broke in while her class was given a tour of Wayne Enterprises.
“So this is the famed Akuma Class, you people are the perfect test subjects for my new and evolved fear toxin! I wonder what fears you all have… Oh well, I’m about to find out.” Scarecrow announced, looking around in excitement like a kid in a toyshop for the first time. He pointed to Lila. “You! You look the most scared… Wonder what you’re afraid of, hmm?”
He looked to his henchmen. “Bring her here!”
Marinette rubbed her temples. She might not be Lila’s biggest fan— an understatement— but her hero complex won’t let her stand by and do nothing.
Even when it was completely Lila’s fault that Scarecrow had taken an interest in them— you can’t go around saying how you knew the Waynes and not expect any kidnapping attempts for ransom.
No matter, Marinette can take Scarecrow’s attention off Lila and make him focus on her instead. Marinette knew death avoided her like the plague at this point and if she wasn’t immortal, then maybe she was just insanely lucky.
“Let her go,” She said in a tired voice, not putting much energy into shouting but her voice rang clear in the quiet room as everyone looked fearful.
Scarecrow looked delighted by the prospect of someone volunteering. “Oh, a volunteer I see?”
He waved his henchmen off and they dropped Lila, causing her to tumble to the ground with a gasp, the henchmen moving to grab Marinette instead.
Marinette let herself get manhandled towards Scarecrow as he grabbed his syringe, the pointy tip of the needle gleaming in the light.
The fashionista in her wanted to protest at the sack-like mask he was wearing and she bit her lip to keep from saying anything to anger him. It’s not like she’s seen worse, Hawkmoth has a worse fashion sense if she was being honest.
Of course, her mouth didn’t stay shut for long and spat the words out without her permission, the need to critique his fashion overpowering her self-preservation.
“Nice mask,” She quipped, she couldn’t keep the sarcasm off her tone even when her very life was on the line. “Are you participating in the next potato sack race or are you trying to start a new fashion trend with that?”
Scarecrow’s eyes flashed with anger at her remark and he moved forward, pushing his henchmen out of the way, about to stab the syringe into her bloodstream when she acted on her instincts as Ladybug and sent a roundhouse kick to his face, catching the mad scientist off-guard as he lost his grip on the syringe and fell backwards.
The syringe seemed to have flown in the air in slow motion, the tip of the needle stabbing into the arm of the fallen villain and injecting the fear toxin into his bloodstream, making him get a taste of his own medicine.
Marinette allowed her lips to twitch upwards at the sight, her guardian angel had struck once again. Her slight smile faded away at the thought, not wanting to come to terms with the facts.
She turned to see that Batman, Red Robin, Red Hood and Nightwing had arrived, looking dumbfounded at the scene.
Red Robin stepped forward, looking cautiously at the screaming Scarecrow before addressing her. “Miss? How did this happen?”
Marinette hummed, looking nonchalant. “You can say he got a taste of his own medicine… literally.”
The Batboys burst out laughing at her pun while Batman looked unimpressed.
“What you’re saying is, Scarecrow was hit by his own syringe?” Batman asked, looking suspicious.
She shrugged, looking towards her class to see they were being ushered out by Ms. Bustier.
“I did a roundhouse kick to his face,” She admitted, making eye contact with Ms. Bustier who waited for her at the exit. “It caught him off guard and the syringe was knocked out of his hand before the pointy tip landed on his arm.”
The suspicion in his eyes didn’t clear as he responded, “You must have been extremely lucky. This happened too conveniently, don’t you think?”
Batman was prodding for something but she couldn’t find it in herself to care about the interrogation or to quell his suspicions. “Mr. Batman, I was just in a traumatic situation and now have PTSD. If you don’t mind, I would like to join my class and spend the rest of the day at the hotel to get my mind off of the traumatic experience,”
She could see Red Hood trying not to laugh at her reply as his shoulders shook and she turned away without waiting for how the Dark Knight would respond.
She walked away to join the rest of her class as she heard Batman tell Red Robin to get the cure for Scarecrow.
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As she went to sleep that night, she pushed the day’s events from her mind, and the fading laugh of Scarecrow dissolved into the quiet stillness of the dreamscape.
Damian was already in the dreamscape like usual and was glaring at her with his arms crossed and looking annoyed.
Marinette sent him her brightest smile, hoping to soften his annoyed look at her recklessness.
It worked, his eyes softening, although he didn’t uncross his arms as he pinned her with the look he had on every time she did something that injured or almost killed her.
“I know you did that on purpose. What theory did you think you were trying to prove?” Damian asked, unhappy with her lack of self-preservation.
Her eyes were wide, looking the epitome of innocence. “Did what?”
He scowled, the soft look in his green eyes gone as it glittered with annoyance. “Tt. Don’t you take that tone with me. You know exactly what you did, don’t make me say it. It is getting increasingly harder for me to save you every time.”
To his horror, tears were glistening in her eyes and he tried to backtrack but the damage was done.
“You died, didn’t you? Before we met? You were so young,” Marinette whispered, the tears falling as he didn’t respond. His silence was enough to confirm she had been right all this time.
She looked away, unable to look at him as she came to terms with the facts she had been deadset on denying since young.
Damian reached out a hand and looking hesitant, he moved forward to hug her from behind, his arms going around her waist and causing her to freeze at how he was initiating physical contact.
“Angel, I was never sure how to break the news to you… but it seems like you’ve always accepted the fact, albeit subconsciously. I did not mean to keep that fact away from you.” he said quietly, resting his chin on her shoulder, closing his eyes and savouring the moment.
He was right, even if she was actively denying the fact that he was dead, her subconscious had long already accepted.
Since Damian had died before they met, their soul bond activated upon his death, the universe gifting them with the dreamscape and making it so that they would never be apart, even in death.
There was a catch— she could only meet Damian in the dreamscape if she was injured or came close to death and he warped the universe to ensure she would avoid death.
It was why she had always been clumsy, her heart knew he would be waiting for her in the dreamscape and wouldn’t be able to see her unless she was hurt in some way even if her mind hadn’t accepted it.
Marinette voiced her thoughts out loud and he tugged her to face him, his green eyes meeting her blue ones with an intensity that made her breath hitch.
“I don’t wish to see you hurt, Angel. I do everything I can to make sure you don’t die by saving your life at every turn. You need to stop with your recklessness,” he said, trying to look stern, although he didn’t look very convinced he was going to get through to her.
She was stubborn and he knew it.
He reached out to wipe her tears away with his thumb, his eyes never leaving hers.
“Thank you, Damian, for everything,” she whispered, the weight of her unspoken emotions palpable in the air between them.
With a trembling smile, she tried to lighten up the mood even as her heart felt heavy. “You know I won’t. How else will I see you every night to make sure you aren’t feeling lonely without my company? Besides, I know you will always watch over me.”
Marinette knew her response held some truth to it, she didn’t like the thought of Damian feeling lonely in the dreamscape. She wouldn’t stop being clumsy, if only so she could see him every night in the dreamscape.
He softened at her words, though he still didn’t look happy. “I gave you immortality, I can take it back anytime.”
She went quiet at that, looking thoughtful. “Why don’t you?”
His brows furrowed, a rare show of his confusion. “What?”
She elaborated. “Why don’t you? Take away my immortality that is.”
His brows deepened, not understanding why she was asking him such a thing. “You deserve to be happy.”
Marinette shook her head, stepping closer to him. “What if my happiness is with you? Why do you save me every time when you could’ve let me die to be with you?”
Damian’s eyes held sadness but no signs of regret at his repeated decision to save her. “You deserve to live the life I could not. You have dreams to fulfill and many things to discover in life. It is not your time yet.”
At her shocked silence, he continued. “You don’t know how hard it is to let you go every time. I am afraid that one of these days I will no longer be able to find it in me to let you go and bind your life to mine in the afterlife forever.”
The tears she had managed to keep away started to come back at his heartfelt confession.
“Please, I beg of you, don’t try to die anymore. Live your life, the life that I did not have the chance to live. If not for yourself, then do it for me,” he looked desperate, his stoic mask cracking, allowing her to see every emotion he was feeling.
Her lips quivered, the tears flowing from her eyes and dropping to the white smokey ground, the droplets absorbing into the void like it was never there. “Will I ever see you again?”
Damian allowed himself to smile if only for her sake, the muscles feeling strange at the unfamiliar expression. He could see her eyes dropping to his soft smile and how her eyes were tracing his features, committing it to memory.
“When the time is right. I will always be here when you need me, mon ange. This is not goodbye,” he said, placing a soft kiss on her forehead.
Marinette closed her eyes, allowing herself to bask in his presence before it was time for her to wake up.
It was weird seeing him here somewhere not in their meadow. But what was deafening was the awkward air between them even when they had been silent it had always been comforting. But this was scary. To see someone you never thought you would meet here in this world. This had never happened even in her wildest dreams she didn't know what to say , what to do...
A hand wiped away her tears. TeARS?!!! she hadn't known that during her overthinking her tears had leaked through their confinements.
The hand was pulled away. She hadn't wanted that.
Suddenly those very hands wrapped around her and pulled her in.
She was where she belonged, she hugged him tight like used to. Words started pouring out of her like they always used to.
"How are you here?", "I thought you were British" , "Do you live here?" ,"I am so happy."..
she was going to continue her rambling when
"you might wanna slow down bug" he said smiling softly
And I knew whatever his story, whatever his life was like, He was my Felix. He was stuck with me cause I am not leaving him till I am living even after that.
"well I don't mind company." he said smirking.
oh no! why did she have to say that out loud. But hey he wanted to be with her.
"Well bug I would like to know more about our peculiar circumstances but I don't think the park is the best suited for that." he said
"You' re right. If you don't mind we could go to my house " she said.
"I'd love to. I've heard so much about the bakery but never thought I would get the chance." he said standing up and offering his hand.
she accepted it. And encircled her hand around his arm giving him a questioning look asking whether he was fine with it.
he smiled and waved his hand forward asking for the directions.
she in response smiled and lead the way.
Well he was just as curious as her. And just as interested as her in their friendship. And didn't seem to mind their circumstances. She could deal with this. This was like her dream come true.
