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(This is based upon a convo I legit just had with a friend)
Marinette: I either sleep at 9pm or 3am, and only for intervals of 40 minutes
Jon: You truely are a coin flip
Marinette: I’m the god damn powerball you can try and guess what I’m gonna be but you’ll never be right
Damian *holding pillow over ears*: GO TO SLEEP
Kidnap Sandy Claws
What trick to use?
Jon x Damian x Marinette
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Of Love and Sunlight - Part 01
I’m cleaning my maribat folder, so have another thing I wrote and never got around to post. There will be three parts, but the last one hasn’t been written yet, so you’ll get it eventually.
Hope you all like it!
Tittles are adapted from Sunlight by Hozier, because I love this song and I didn’t have any idea how to name this series.
I apologize for any spelling or grammar errors, English is not my first language. I hope it’s still intelligible.
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A buried and burning flame
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Marinette meets Damian first.
She’s been apprenticing under Audrey Bourgeois for a couple years when she finally gets around to take a business class. She’s determined to build her own fashion business and working under the Style Queen has only reinforced her desire to be in charge of her own brand.
The fashion world is cutthroat, she couldn’t afford to decline Audrey Bourgeois’ apprenticeship offer, but she has had enough of the Bourgeois to last her a lifetime. And now that Chloe has graduated, she’s more often than not in New York with her mom and dealing with two Bourgeois in one day is more than Marinette is willing to do. She endures for now, but the moment she can, she’s running away and never looking back.
It may happen sooner than she had planned actually, because her customer base has been growing steadily since she was fifteen thanks to Jagged and apprenticing under Audrey has made the quality of her work increased exponentially. Even when the apprenticeship ends, Marinette won’t be left adrift. She has commissions planned for the next few months and her portfolio has never look so perfect.
The only thing she really needs now is a solid plan to build her business into a proper fashion house. She wants to see MDC amongst the Big Names of Fashion. So, a business course, no matter how boring it may seem, is what she needs.
Marinette doesn’t realize who she’s sitting next to until two girls cornered her just as she’s about to sit down, a month into the course.
“Aren’t you tired of keeping him for yourself? He’s obviously not interested!” The blond one sneers.
Marinette blinks up at her, distracted from the flower design she was slowly mapping for her next dress. The blond reminds her far too much of Chloe and Marinette already feels a headache building.
“Who?” She asks, nonetheless.
“Damian Wayne!” The brunette hisses, sounding almost scandalized that Marinette has to ask.
Marinette blinks again. She’s going to have to disappoint the poor girl again, because she has absolutely no clue who they’re talking about.
“Who?” She repeats.
“Me,” someone says from behind the two girls, making them jump in surprise before they swirl around with a look close to horror.
“Be gone,” he says in such a cold voice that Marinette almost feels bad for the girls. Almost. All her patience is spent dealing with Chloe and Audrey, she has none left for Chloe wannabes.
The two girls disappeared to the other side of the amphitheater without another backward glance.
The young man with exquisite bone structure, warm brown skin and green eyes who just talked, takes the seat next to her looking quite bored with the whole drama.
Marinette had noticed that he was beautiful weeks ago and that she wouldn’t mind dressing him up if ever given the chance, but again, she had far too much going in her life to really take the time to ogle her table neighbor.
“You’re famous?” She blurts out. She can see it, he’s the kind of handsome that people love to see on tabloid covers. With broad shoulders, a slim waist, and legs for days, he’s the kind of man Marinette wishes she could afford to model for her. She unfortunately doesn’t quite have the means for a professional photo shoot yet.
“Of a sort,” Damian answers coolly. He hesitates a second, before continuing. “My father is Bruce Wayne.”
It takes Marinette a minute to place it.
“Oh right! From Wayne Enterprise, in Gotham, right?” She smiles and offers her hand. “It’s nice to meet you. I’m Marinette.”
“Charmed,” he replies, shaking her hand firmly, before purposefully turning to face the front of the class and ignoring her.
Marinette internally shrugs. If he doesn’t want to be friend, she’s not going to force the issue. She has already enough famous people to deal with. She doesn’t need to add another one who is not even interested.
Opening her sketch pad to a new page, she goes back to mapping the flower design she was imagining before she was interrupted.
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In the following weeks, Marinette realizes that she may have been wrong about her assessment of Damian Wayne.
Once she has proven she isn’t going to schmooze up to him, she’s apparently been placed in the category of friendly acquaintances. In no time at all, he knows she’s taking the business course in order to build her own fashion empire, that she’s apprenticing under the Style Queen and that she personally knows plenty of famous people like Jagged Stone, Clara Nightingale, or even Prince Ali of Achu, and she’s not counting all the other celebrities she had never met but who have commissioned her through Jagged, so Bruce Wayne’s son isn’t all that impressive to her.
The fact that she hadn’t recognized him seems to both pleased him and disgruntled him in equal measures.
But for all the things Damian has managed to weaseled out of her, she still doesn’t know him all that much, so she takes the initiative to invite him out.
“Uncle J is playing the Madison Square Garden in two weeks and asked me how many tickets I wanted, do you want to come?”
Damian actually looks surprise at her invitation.
“I am already romantically involved with someone,” he tells her a bit stiffly, his eyes burning into her own and daring her to say anything about it. Too bad for him, Marinette has faced far scarier things than her classmate.
“I’d love to meet them! Should I ask Jagged for three tickets?” She asks with a bright smile.
Damian visibly deflates at her question, before nodding.
“Yes, please, Marinette. Jon will probably cry if he learns I let go of the opportunity to attend a Jagged Stone concert.”
“Great!” She exclaims, taking out her phone to text her honorary uncle. “So, his name is Jon? How long have you two been together?”
“Two years. But I’ve known him since we were eleven.”
Marinette has to bite her bottom lip to resist the urge to coo. Damian wouldn’t like that. At all.
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Jon, when Marinette meets him the day of the concert, is nothing like she imagined. He reminds her an overexcited puppy who is so sweet and in love with Damian, it’s enough to give her cavities. Damian, on the other hand, has never looked so soft than when he’s holding hand with his boyfriend.
By the end of the concert, Marinette has both Jon’s and Damian’s phone numbers added to her small list of contacts and Jon has invited her to join the both of them on their expedition to try all the restaurants in New York. Yes, all the restaurants of New York City.
But even though Marinette is going to end up third-wheeling their dates, she can’t find the strength to say no. She doesn’t really have friends in New York, and she misses that. Even Damian, looking soft and warm, tells her he’d like if she’d come, and really what can she do but accept?
Pinning After The Same Girl (Together)
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@mialuvscats gave me a prompt request and I... Sorry this took so long. This is honestly the first time I’ve written this pairing--not that I don’t like it, I actually think it’s pretty cute. Anyways, I hope I did your prompt request justice!
Enjoy~!
Warning: Swearing and cuss words are present. Please read with caution, thank you!
Marinette would be lying if she said she wasn’t tired. Well, who wouldn’t be when they just spent their whole afternoon running around town looking for this specific color of fabric with this specific texture?
She had just moved to Gotham City with her parents (weird that they decided to move to the most crime-filled city in America, I know) because they claimed that their Bakery would do good for international publicity. Especially since Hawkmoth and Mayura have finally been defeated and they weren’t trapped in a toxic environment anymore. So, what better way to celebrate their moving than to make clothes inspired by the beloved heroes of Gotham City?
At first, Marinette wasn’t sure what to think of it. How would her friends react? Would they be mad at her for suddenly springing in on them that she’s moving? Would they beg her not to? Or better yet, would they even miss her if she were to go?
In the end, Marinette had gone to Gotham with her parents. Opting to just finish her last two years of lycée there and maybe get a change of scenery (Gotham is kind of pretty, if she’s being honest). Plus, it was a good chance to be away from toxic people, especially Lila.
So now, here she is, walking down the streets of Gotham while she juggles six fabric rolls in her arms that are twice her size and a couple of paper bags on the other.
Not really paying attention to where she’s going, the ravenette collides with a big wall. A big lumpy, fleshy wall.
“Oof!” she falls down to the pavement and promptly loses hold of all of the things on her arms, the fabric rolls and the paper bags flies through the air and quickly lands and gets strewn across the street. How were the paper bags even able to get out of her hold? They were looped on her arm for crying out loud!
She quickly gathers all her belongings as her face goes red with embarrassment. “Je suis—err, I-I am very sorry!” Marinette grimaces at her way of wording. She’s already perfected her English but there are times where she forgets that she’s not in France anymore, so she tends to switch between French and English from time to time. It doesn’t help that she and her parents still speak French when they’re at home.
“It’s okay, are you alright?” the person she bumped into—well, persons, since apparently, she collided with two people—asks as they offer a hand to help her up.
She gladly takes the hand and says her thanks, “Y-Yes, but still, I am very sorry. I wasn’t looking at where I was going and—and I didn’t mean to bump into you!” she bows her head in shame as strings of apologies fall from her mouth.
“It is not your fault. You were handicapped because of these things blocking your vision,” another voice—the other person maybe? —assures her.
Finally willing herself to look up, Marinette comes face to face with two males. The one on her right, who was still holding her hand, has a curly black hair that looks just as soft as it must be to touch. His big blue eyes, that are framed by glasses (which, she might add, looks so adorable in him that she wonders if he’d look twice as good without them), peer at her as a soft smile graces his face. Marinette was not ashamed to say that his boyish grin made her insides feel like jellies.
Chancing a glance to the left, the other boy’s features screamed to be the opposite. His face grim and emotionless as their eyes meet, that she feels an uncanny feeling of yearning in her chest. His gelled up ebony black hair looks so prim and proper that Marinette briefly wonders what it’d look like if she were to rake her fingers through it and mess it up. His olive skin a great contrast to his bright yet fierce jade eyes that for a second there, she felt like there was a pull between them; daring her to look the other way but she can’t seem to do so.
Trust her luck to bump into handsome strangers while out shopping for fabrics and embarrassing herself. Were Gothamians? Gothamites? All this good looking?
“S-Sorry.” she bows her head in shame and to hide her flushed face. Bad idea. Staring right into strangers’ dreamy eyes and gawking at said strangers, no matter how handsome they are, is a bad idea.
“Hey, it’s no biggie! It was just an accident!” the cute boy with glasses smiles at her and pats her head. That's it, she's dead. Marinette is officially dead. That's what they’ll put on her tombstone: ‘Death by a cute boy in Gotham patting her head’. Ughhhhhhhhhhhhh. Why must cute boys always be around her? Cute boys are her weakness.
Marinette hugs the few fabric rolls and paper bags to her chest, “Still, I’m really sorry.” her face must be so red right now, they’ll have to replace the current one and replace it with her face.
Wait... few fabric rolls? Where are the other ones?
The ravenette looks at the ground and sees nothing.
Didn’t she drop them? Where...?
Her eyes keep searching until finally, they land on the two boys’ arms. That are holding fabric rolls and paper bags. The very same fabric rolls and paper bags she used to carry just a minute ago... oh Kwami, what are they doing in their hands??!!!???!!?
“Oh, my gosh, I’m so sorry! I shouldn’t have made you hold that for me!” she panics as she tries to take the bolts of fabric and paper bags from their hands, but to no avail. Before she even had the chance to touch them, both boys had raised their arms up to keep her from reaching over to them. Curse cute boys and their tallness!
“It’s alright, we’ll hold onto them for you. Where are you heading?” the cute glasses boy smiles at her.
“N-No, really, I’m fine.” she didn’t want to be a bother to them! What if they had something to do today? Then, she’d just be an inconvenience!
“Nah, we insist.” the glasses boy waves his hand and guides her forward. “So, where to?”
“J-Just the newly opened Bakery down the block,” she stutters as her face turn impossible warm as each second passes.
“No way, you mean the newly opened ‘Doux Miracles’?” the cute glasses boy looks at her with… was that glee? Awe? In his eyes?
“Y-Yes?” she stutters as both of the cute boys peer at her with interest and wonder.
“That’s awesome! Your pastries are really good!” the blue-eyed boy praises her as his eyes sparkle with immense delight.
“T-Thank you,” she meekly replies. Why must boys always do this? Are they really trying to kill her with their cuteness???!!
“By the way, I’m Jon!” the glasses boy introduces himself and points at the other boy next to him. “And this is Damian! Sorry, he’s not really that sociable.” he scratches the back of his neck and smiles at her.
“Nice to team—feet—uh, meet you! I-I’m Marinette.” she awkwardly laughs and grimaces at her mistakes. Why is she stammering??!!
As the two boys—Damian and Jon, she reminds herself—accompany her to her house with idle talk, Marinette almost wishes that their little journey would never end.
“Well, here we are!” Jon smiles brightly at her that the ravenette was sure he was trying to blind her on purpose. “Home sweet home.” he hands her over the fabric rolls and paper bags just as Damian does so too.
“I suggest you be careful next time; otherwise, you might bump into unwanted trouble,” Damian says as he turns away with Jon, but not before glancing back at her one more time. “And it was nice meeting you,” he hesitantly says and quickly looks away. And if she didn’t know better, she’d say that his ears were a bit red.
“You too!” Marinette preens, feeling somewhat accomplished that she somehow made the closed-off boy say such a phrase.
“See you around, Marinette!” the brunet waves at her as they both turn down the street, leaving her to wave back goodbye while hoping that maybe they’d get a chance to see each other more often.
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It was another ordinary night (if you call a landslide of robberies and mugging in the slums of Gotham ordinary) and Damian was out and about in the sky, jumping from rooftop to rooftop as he patrols the streets of Gotham with his lover, who came all the way from Metropolis just to spend time with him.
He and Jon had been dating for about three months now and, although their relationship has been very delightful and more than adequate, they both had a thought of wanting another party to join in on their relationship.
With that thought, an image of the girl that they met a while ago—Marinette, if he was correct—flashed into his mind.
“What’re you thinking about, Dames?” Superboy asks as he nonchalantly crouch down beside him and peers at the street below them.
Robin slightly frowns at the nickname, “No one,” he says and continues to watch for any disturbances at the alley below.
“Ah,” the Kryptonian hums. “But I never implied a person, did I?” the impish grin that split the boy’s face made Robin regret all of his life choices.
“So, who’s she?” Superboy rests his head on the palms of his hands and looks at him expectantly. “Who’s the girl?”
The corners of the ravenet's mouths twitches into a frown as he glares at the boy beside him. “Ah,” he mimics the same tone his lover used. “But I never implied a girl, did I?” he barks back the same phrase Superboy had used on him.
“Pfft—shut up, Damian—”
“No names on the field, Superboy.”
“—I know that look,” he continues as though Robin hadn’t just interrupted him a second ago. “Plus, I might just be thinking about her too,” he drones out and shrugs his shoulders.
At that confession, Robin looks at the brunet and raises an eyebrow. “What—”
A clattering of metal cuts off anything he was about to say and catches both of their attention.
Looking around, he notices a person scaling the side of a building using an emergency ladder. And they are doing so in an alarmingly fast rate, if he may add.
Hesitating to confront them face to face because they definitely look suspicious, Robin and Superboy hides over behind a taller building and peers at the person—girl! It was actually a girl! A very attractive girl with beautiful black hair that shined even through the darkness of the night and, with the correct lighting, made her look like she has a halo.
“That’s Marinette!” Superboy whispers and points at the living angel sitting at the edge of the building. “You know, the one we just met this—”
“I know who she is, Superboy, we were just talking about her,” he cuts him off and rolls his eyes, in which the brunet pouts at.
“Whatever,” he harrumphs and looks back at the ravenette. “Listen, it sounds like she’s singing!”
True to his word, Robin hears a soft voice akin to tinkling bells; the melody sounding unfamiliar yet somewhat still refined. Taking his breath away as he continues to listen to her sing, her voice resounds through the cold Gotham air that it makes him feel warm. Robin was sure that if the whole city is listening right now, they’d also be mesmerized by her voice.
“It’s so beautiful,” the brunet beside him whispers breathlessly as they both stare at the singing angel.
“Yeah,” he agrees and sighs longingly at the girl. “It is.”
Just as quickly as they heard her voice, her singing reached the end. Damian was honestly tempted to clap his hands and cheer. Good thing he stopped himself, remembering that they were only spying on the girl and she doesn’t actually know that they’re there.
He sees Marinette let out a sigh and stands up, brushing her clothes as she does so, and quickly climbs back down the building.
“Well, that’s weird. Come on, let’s follow her,” Superboy suggests and flies over to another building with Robin in tow.
Tailing the ravenette (because she kind of seems suspicious not because they’re worried that she might run into trouble), they watch as she walks down the street with confidence yet wariness of her surroundings at the same time and pulls out a... what that her phone? from her purse. Was she even actually wearing a purse before? How come he didn’t see it the first time?
"Salut, les gars!” she says to her phone. French? She speaks French? Well, she did stutter the first time they met. Good thing he’s fluent in the language, though; otherwise, she might be planning a mass murder and they won't know. All because they don’t understand French.
“Hey, Bug! How's Gotham so far? We really miss you!” the other person—or was it persons? The voice that responded sounded way too many to belong to one person only—on the other line responds in the same language.
“It’s all good! Although, I might have made a mistake.” Marinette’s voice sounded tiny that if Robin didn’t find her suspicious, he might’ve thought it was cute. It honestly was.
“Damn right, coming to Gotham was a mistake!” a loud voice—that sounded suspiciously like a man’s—says. “Come back to Paris, Nette! Don’t leave us with these idiots!”
“Shut up, Meathead! Let her finish!” another voice—this time, a girl’s—cuts the other off.
“I think I’m being followed,” Marinette whispers to her phone, making both the vigilantes flinch.
“Oh my god, she knows! She knows we’re following her! How did she even know?!” Superboy panics beside him.
“I don’t know! I thought for sure we were hidden from her sight!” he hisses to the Kryptonian as he also feels himself panic. Jon is really contagious!
“Bug, all you have to do is run. Run like you’re in a freaking marathon!” he hears a shrilly voice order Marinette from the phone like her life is on the line. And if would have been if it were some other suspicious person tailing her, not them.
“But what if they follow me to the house?” Marinette whispers with worry.
“Negative,” another guy’s voice cuts her off. “There is a seventy-eight percent chance that Marinette can outrun whoever that guy is.”
“But there’s still a twenty-two percent that I won’t be able to!” the ravenette counters.
“Guys, calm down,” a sunshiny voice of... a guy maybe? cuts their panicking off. “We all know that Marinette can take down a guy six times her size, she can perfectly handle herself. Just make sure to be careful, okay, LB?” the guy’s voice also sounded a bit worried. Why do they even keep calling her “bug”? And what’s “LB”?
Just as both Robin and Superboy were about to jump down and reassure her that they’re not shady people, a guy that smelled like rotten eggs and liquor stumbles over to the girl and grabs her arm. Spewing out slurs and inaudible words as he stumbles around Marinette.
“Oh dear, oh dear, oh dear, oh dear! Let’s call the police! Where are the police? Why are there no police when you need one?!” Superboy flies around in alarm and worry.
Rolling his eyes, Robin smacks him upside the head, “And that’s why we’re here! This is our job! Now, come on!” he jumps over and swings down the building. Landing on the ground with a soft thud and abit far away from the scene so as to not alert them and give the mugger an element of surprise.
Before they even had a chance to say or do anything, a loud thud and grunt could be heard and the guy who was trying to mug Marinette had fallen to the ground. His face unconscious but with visible sign of pain while the ravenette grabs a neon pink zip tie out of thin air and incapacitates him.
“So, you agree that we’ll do everything in our power to add her in on our relationship, right?” Superboy asks beside him as they both openly stare at the scene in front of them.
“Absolutely.”
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BONUS:
CHAT NAME: We’re In Charge (Of Tiny Gods)
BunnyBunnyHopHopGetHimOnTheClock: Nette? You alright?
IAmTheBrawnsAndTheBrawns: DC what happened?
PrettyIsMyGodGivenName: Bug??? Holy Kwamis you better not die on me!
TheGodOfDestructionLivesOnMyPocket: Buginette! Don’t dieeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee
HoneyIAmTheBOSS: Lol I’m fine
HoneyIAmTheBOSS: Just finished subduing the guy
HoneyIAmTheBOSS: Oh gosh he stinks
BunnyBunnyHopHopGetHimOnTheClock: Didya beat his ass?
IAmTheWizardOfComps: I am 100% sure she did
HoneyIAmTheBOSS: Hell ya I did
HoneyIAmTheBOSS: The heroes who were spying on me didn’t even have to save me
TheGodOfDestructionLivesOnMyPocket: Excuse me
HoneyIAmTheBOSS: Thou shall not pass
TheGodOfDestructionLivesOnMyPocket: EXCUSE ME
TheGodOfDestructionLivesOnMyPocket: They were WHAT?!
HoneyIAmTheBOSS: They were cute so...
HoneyIAmTheBOSS: [shrugging emoji]
PrettyIsMyGodGivenName: MARINETTE DUPAIN-CHENG
PrettyIsMyGodGivenName: You better invite me to the wedding or so help me
HoneyIAmTheBOSS: Don’t worry I will
TheGodOfDestructionLivesOnMyPocket: I call dibs on the Maid Of Honor!
PrettyIsMyGodGivenName: Bitch
HoneyIAmTheBOSS: [eyeroll emoji]
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You know, I couldn’t decide whether to have Marinette’s or Damian’s POV so I thought, why not both? So here we are!
EDIT: Do y’all even know who’s who in the Group Chat? Or should I put a legend here?
By the way (this is out of topic but), I legit thought my mom was just asking me if I wanted a BAT mat and I thought, so you’re Batman now? Only to find that she meant BATH mat smh what is wrong with me?
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@joejoejodee @k-poplunardreams @abrx2002 @thornalchemist23 @its-salty-bug @bluesimani @elijahcrevan @spicybelladonna @our-preciousss @kawaiigiantjudgefish
Hey are there any damian x marinette x jon fics?
There are only three of these I could remember reading. There aren’t many Damian x Marinette x Jon content out there, to be honest!
Three-D Glasses ~ DamiMariJon by TeaBagsUnderMyEyes
Pinning After The Same Girl (Together) by unreachablevoice
Pixie Sunshine by BrokenWingedTenshi
I hope this helps!
Of Love and Sunlight - Part 02
Here it is! To be perfectly honest with all of you, this part has been written first. There will be a part 03, somewhen in the future. I just need to write it. And there are some tentatives plot bunnies for a part 04. So we’ll see how it works out.
You can visit my AO3 if you want. I’ll post Of Love and Sunlight there soon.
Part 01
Hope you all like it!
Tittles are adapted from Sunlight by Hozier, because I love this song and I didn’t have any idea how to name this series.
I apologize for any spelling or grammar errors, English is not my first language. I hope it’s still intelligible.
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Hold me, carry me slowly
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Marinette opens her front door tiredly. It’s far too early for anyone to be bothering her yet. She’s only awake because the twins are going to start fussing soon, and despite her short night, she prefers waking up with her alarm than with her babies’ cries. It tends to make her panic if they’re the ones waking her up, because her mind immediately wonders what’s wrong instead of remembering that it’s feeding time.
She’s not expecting to see Jon and Damian on her front step. She hurriedly steps out and closes the door behind her to bare them entry, leaving only a sliver open so she’ll hear her babies if anything happened.
“What are you doing here?” She hisses, glaring.
“We wanted to talk to you, Marinette,” Damian replies, words mild, expression politely blank, while Jon looks both hopeful and sheepish.
Marinette’s blood boils.
“I have nothing to say to either of you!” She snaps back. “You made it perfectly clear that you want nothing to do with me! Well, I don’t want anything to do with you!”
It’s only because she knows him so well that she sees Jon’s flinch at her words, but despite that he takes a step forward, careful not to touch her. Marinette takes a step back and curses the fact that the door is in the way.
“Marinette, we’re sorry. We’re really, really sorry for everything and we would like to talk. Please.”
And Marinette has always been weak to Jon’s earnest tone and puppy dog eyes. She wants to let them in and listens to what sort of flimsy excuses they came up with, because she missed them. She missed them so much, but they broke her heart and she’s not ready to let them break her babies’ hearts too.
Just as she’s about to open her mouth and tell them to get lost, there’s a sharp wail coming from the bedroom and at their suddenly alert expressions, she knows they heard it too. She closes her eyes just as a second wail starts and she knows there’s no getting rid of them now.
“Are you…” Jon starts, eyes fixed intently on the door. “Marinette, are you babysitting?”
She only sighs in answer and opens the door to get back inside. She doesn’t close it in their face as much as she wants to, because she knows they’re about to follow.
The girls are both fussing in their crib and Marinette scoops Scarlet up for a nappy change. She takes the time to put Asha’s pacifier back into her mouth before moving to the changing table.
“There, there. No need to cry. It’s just a soil nappy. We know how to take care of those.” She coos gently. “There, you go. All clean. I’m going to change Asha now and then we’ll have a nice breakfast, okay?”
She puts Scarlett back in the crib despite her complains and repeats the whole process with Asha.
She can feel the boys’ eyes on her, and it makes her want to lash out.
“Are they ours?” Damian demands.
“They’re mine,” she snaps, not looking at him. “There’re no fathers list on the birth certificates. They don’t need any dads, they have me.”
“But they’re ours, right?” Jon presses, tone so hopeful, but Marinette refuses to answer. That’s an answer in itself.
“Why didn’t you tell us? Why didn’t you call?” Damian speaks again.
“I called you!” She hissed, eyes blazing in anger, but keeping her tone even so as not to upset her babies too much. “I called you and left voicemails and then both your numbers were disconnected, and I got the message! If you didn’t want anything to do with me, then I didn’t want anything to do with you either!”
“I didn’t change my number,” Damian says slowly, eyes never leaving the little face on the changing table. And then what he said seem to register and he retrieves his phone with a deep frown to swipe through the apps. “It’s not the same number.” He then looks at Jon with an almost wide-eyed look and Jon takes out his own phone to seemingly so the same manip.
“Me too,” he reveals, shocked. “Someone changed our numbers. Damian!” He hisses, this time with a glare for his boyfriend.
“Marinette, can you please give us the possibility to explain-”
“I’m this close to throw you both out, Damian! There’s nothing you could say that would make anything that you did okay!” She replies hotly.
“Please, Mari,” he pleads. “Please, just hear us out. You can throw us out after. I promise, if you want us to go, we will.”
Jon doesn’t add anything, but he bites his bottom lip and nods jerkily.
“Just… just go. Wait in the living room. I need to feed the girls.”
They both listen, thankfully. Marinette needs a minute.
Someone changed their phone numbers? Without their consent? That seems stupid and unfeasible, but… but she wants to believe them. She missed them. God, she missed them so much.
Marinette fusses a bit with Asha’s onesie and tries to make a list of all the reasons why she shouldn’t let them back in her life. When Scarlett makes an impatient noise that announces her readiness to cry again, Marinette knows that she can’t wait any longer. She scoops the girls with their favorite plushies and goes to the living room.
Damian and Jon are sitting squished on the armchair beside the couch.
Marinette sighs again and sits carefully in front of the couch on the plush carpet. It takes some maneuvering, but soon Asha is leaning across her lap, gently sucking her pacifier and looking at Marinette with all the trust her little baby heart knows. Marinette arranges the Tikki plushy on her tummy so she can grasp it.
“Let’s feed Scarlett,” she tells her daughter. “You know she’s always hungry.”
She then uncovers her left breast and, removing the pacifier, guides Scarlett to her nipple. The baby latches onto it and start sucking greedily, her little fingers kneading Marinette’s sleep shirt.
And then she waits. She’s not going to make things easy for them.
Jon is the first to move, seemingly transfigured by the sign of his daughter. He stands up in the living-room to face her.
“It’ll be easier to show you.” He says, before starting to spin so fast he’s only a blur, but when he stops, he’s wearing Superboy’s uniform and Marinette feels like a stone has dropped to the bottom of her stomach.
“I’m Superboy,” Jon tells her almost gently, as if he doesn’t want to spook her.
“And I’m Robin,” Damian utters after him. He hasn’t moved from the armchair, but there’s a green domino mask between his fingers.
“Oh,” Marinette says quietly, before she drops her gaze to Scarlett’s face. Her daughter has closed her eyes while she’s nursing.
Marinette… Marinette doesn’t know what to say. She knows what it means to be a hero. She used to be one, after all. She knows the sacrifices, the missed opportunities and the excuses. She knows the necessity for a secret identity and what it means to trust someone with it.
“You broke my heart,” she admits in a whisper, because what else can she say in the face of that, and she can feel her eyes prickle with tears.
Jon drops to his knees in front of her, back in his jeans and hoody.
“I’m so sorry, Mari. I never wanted to do that. It broke mine too to end things, but we couldn’t tell you.”
“We asked for the permission to tell you our identities,” Damian says, kneeling beside Jon on the carpet to face her, “but we were denied.”
“We had a long mission,” Jon continues. “Dad, Aunt Kara, Conner and me, as the last Kryptonians, were asked to help two planets come to an understanding. They were at war and their whole solar system was suffering from it. The mission was to stop the war long enough for a ceasefire and then helps with negotiating a peace treaty. Green Lantern helped and Damian-”
“I wasn’t going to let Jon walks into a dangerous fight without back up,” Damian cuts him off.
“I’m basically indestructible!” Jon replies without any real heat, proving it was an old argument. “And Dad, Aunt Kara and Kon were my back up!”
Damian ignores the interruption, focusing back on Marinette.
“The Green Lantern Corps was part of the mission too and while it’s officially over, the situation is still tense on those planets. The Corps is keeping an eye on things for now. We may have to go back if things turn south again, but hopefully, it won’t require our deployment again.”
“And we wanted to tell you the truth.” Jon tells her, earnest and heartbroken. “But when we asked our dads, they said our relationship was too new. That we couldn’t risk it. Even more so because we were going to leave for months and we wouldn’t be there to ‘make sure you don’t tell anyone’.” he finishes bitterly.
“As much as we didn’t want to end our relationship with you, without the permission to tell you the truth, we couldn’t disappear from the face of the earth and invent an excuse like ‘we’re doing a tour of the world and you’re not invited’.” Damian sighs and grabs Jon’s hand tightly. “We spent the last few months trying to come up with a way to win you back. Anytime we had some down time, we brainstormed about what we’ll do once we’re back on Earth.”
During their explanation, Marinette had switched the girls for feeding. Across her lap, Scarlett was now looking in direction of the men, probably intrigued by those new voices she didn’t know.
“And the phone numbers?” She eventually asks.
Damian slumps, breaking his rigid posture. “Do you know who my father is?” He asks.
“Batman?” She tries, but she’s almost certain. If he’s Robin, then it makes sense for his father to be the big bat himself. Which also mean that his siblings are the other Gotham vigilantes.
“Yes. Jon and I had to leave our phones here. Even the communications with the Watchtower were scarce. If you called more than once, Father must have changed our numbers.”
“But why?” She growls. “What right did he have?! You’re both adults! He didn’t even try to find out why I was calling you!”
“I’m sorry, Mari. I know Father loves me, but he tends to do what he thinks is best without always consulting us. Rest assure that I’ll have words with him.”
Asha choses that moment to push away her breast and Marinette does the usual ministrations to clean her face and clears her stomach of gas.
She hesitates a second, before closing her eyes with a deep sigh.
When she opens them again, she holds Asha out like a present. Jon scrambles closer without hesitation and very carefully accepts her in his arms, following her instructions on how best to hold her.
“This is Asha. Asha Gina Dupain-Cheng. She’s Dami’s.”
“Oh my god,” Jon exhales and a few tears immediately escapes his eyes. “Hello, Asha. It’s very nice to meet you.” His voice cracks a bit as Damian looks over his shoulder with an expression so soft and lost that Marinette’s heart aches with it. She beckons Damian closer too and places Scarlett in his own arms.
“And this is Scarlett Sabine Dupain-Cheng. She’s Jon’s.”
Damian is more confident in holding her, so he frees a hand to gently run his finger down her skin.
“Hello, Scarlett.”
“How…” Jon chocks on his tears. “How does it work? They’re twins, right?”
Arms free, Marinette slumps against the couch.
“It’s called ‘heteropaternal superfecundation’. My ovaries released two eggs at the same time, and both were fertilized. That alone would have resulted in fraternal twins. Except that one was fertilized by Jon and the other by Dami. So, twin babies with different bio dads.”
Because her Luck was just like that. Of course, Tikki’s influence would make Marinette’s first pregnancy the result of almost impossible odds.
For a long moment no one say anything. Jon and Damian are pressed so tightly together, both alternating looking at each baby in their arms, that it brings s a reluctant smile to Marinette.
“You have so much groveling to do,” she tells them. “You broke my heart. I’m not kidding when I say that. And the father section on the birth certificates is going to stay blank until I can trust you again. But you do something like that again and Scarlett, Asha and I are out of your lives for good. I don’t care if Scarlett is half-alien. They’re mine more than they’re yours right now. I carried them for eight months, I gave birth to them, and now I’m feeding them. And I was alone for all of that.”
“I promise, Habibti, that we’ll prove to you we’re here to stay. We want you and we want the girls.”
“It was a long mission,” Jon grins cheekily. “We definitely earned some downtime.”
“Exactly,” Damian agrees. “What would you like for breakfast, Mari? I’ll cook.”
“I made French toasts, last night. The preparation is in the fridge. You can cook that.”
With a small smile, Damian carefully gives her back Scarlett and then presses a dry kiss to Marinette’s forehead, before disappearing in the kitchen.
Jon moves until he’s sitting by her side against the couch and smiles at her. She missed his smile.
“So, what can you tell me about your daughters?”
“They are very healthy babies,” Marinette starts. “Scarlett definitely inherits your appetite. I need to complement her diet with formula because I don’t produce enough milk for all her feeding, plus Asha’s. That’s the alien biology, I suppose?”
“Yeah. Mom had some problem with that too when she had me, but at least she only had one baby to feed. What about Asha?”
“She’s fine with just breast milk, but she’s fussier when it’s time for sleep. I hope she’s not a premature insomniac, but now that I know about your nightly activities, I shan’t hold my breath.”
Jon snickers.
Breakfast is a lively affair. The French toast was only one portion, so Dami made pancakes and a fruit salad to accommodate Jon’s and his appetite. For the first time in weeks, Marinette can eat without one of her arms being commandeered by one of the twins. She knows things aren’t completely better. They need to talk about their relationship, their expectations, and relearn what it means to be together, all three of them plus two babies. But that particular conversation can wait a bit. For now, Marinette tells them about Asha’s curiosity and Scarlett’s boundless energy, about some of the weirdest things that happened during her pregnancy.
Things will work out. She’ll make sure of that.
Maribat Master List
Multi Chapter Fics
Wear Your Heart On Your Wrist And Together, We’ll Soar To The Sky (DAMINETTE Soulmate Fic) | AO3 | Wattpad
Chapter One - First They Were Dead But Now, They’re NOT Dead???
Chapter Two - Hoping They’d Accept Me | dickbelike.png
Chapter Three - Tugging At Your Heartstrings
Chapter Four - It’s That One Percent, That One Percent That He’ll Turn Into A Chicken
Chapter Five - I’m Sorry
Chapter Six - Chaotic Aura
My Father From Another Continent (For Bio!Dad Bruce Wayne Month 2020) | AO3 | Wattpad
Day 1: Meeting For The First Time
Day 2: Father-Daughter Bonding
Day 3: Siblings
Day 6: Meeting The Justice League
Day 7: Fashion Show
Day 8: Driving + Day 9: Last Name: Wayne
Day 10: Nightmare/Dreams + Consolation
Day 13: Flowers/Gifts + Day 14: Wayne Gala + Day 16: Father-Daughter Dance
Day 17: Pets
Day 30: Family Portrait
Oneshots
I’m Not Scared Of Anything, But Losing You Would Be Terrifying (DAMINETTE oneshot) | AO3 | Wattpad
A Dance Just Before Midnight (implied DAMINETTE oneshot) | AO3 | Wattpad
Songfics
Oh, How I Wish (DAMINETTE songfic) | AO3 | Wattpad
Prompts/Ideas/AUs that I may or may never do | AO3
Pinning After The Same Girl (Together) (DamiMariJon prompt request) | AO3 | Wattpad
Sorry, But Discipleship Employment Isn't Really In Season Right Now (prompt request) | AO3 | Wattpad
My Love Language Might Be Singing, So I’ll Woo You With A Musical (Jasonette prompt request) | AO3 | Wattpad
Daminette Age Gap AU
I did not effing sleep because of this
I dunno if this is part 2 or 1.5
WEDDING!!!
Marinette aka Damian Wayne's "hot and single sister" XD (oh my gosh it's back!!!)
Damian’s Adoptive Mom AU
Some Idea/Prompt that also did NOT LET ME SLEEP
Damian does not want to be a Wayne because #Dupain-ChengForLife yall
Operation: Eliminate Sausage Face Is A Go! (A snippet? Ficlet? Agh, whatever!)
Sketches/Doodles/basically just ART
The thing I did instead of writing my fics (DAMINETTE)
The one where I have no self-control (this is DAMINETTE if you squint hard enough)
Some random gift for you guys :) (DAMINETTE)
My own Damian/Robin Appreciation Day (also DAMINETTE if you squint)
The thing where Damian’s wearing a dress (this is DAMINETTE)
Prompt Lists
For that quadruple celebration thingy
I loved your Damian x Mari x Jon short fic, do you plan on making more of it?
I’m glad you liked it! It was just a prompt request so I’m not so sure if I’ll continue it, but I think I will :) cuz I kinda want to
