Look, we may seen Daminette and Lukamian ships here, and If i'm not mistaken some Adrien x Damian fanfics as well... But what about power couple Félix Graham de Vanily and Damian Wayne?
Scheming, smart and strong boys misundertood as mere spoiled brats getting along and catching feelings for eachother?
Not a Saturday, but fuck it. Timari fluff while I internally die and feel single! :D
Cold. That was Marinette's first thought as she woke up. She was cold and her blanket was cold and why was her room feeling like Antarctica? She turned the air conditioner off as fast as she could. Which wasn't really fast because she was exhausted even though she just woke up.
Why was her legs hurting so much? And she couldn't breathe. Who wasn't letting her breathe? That was rude, she liked breathing. She wanted something hot. Something warm. She quickly cuddled to her husband whose very bare chest provided a lot of warmth. It wasn't enough though. She flung herself on top of him and cuddled in his blanket as well as her blanket.
That was much better.
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Tim was really hot. Was he in a desert? Why did he feel like he was in one. Why was the air con off? And what was that burning thing on top of him? Was he sitting on a stove getting ready to be cooked?
Tim opened one eye and then second one only to be met with his wife's flushed face and open mouth for breathing. He touched her forehead and yep, she was sick. That must be the effect of exhaustion plus rain that fell on them yesterday during patrol. That was never a good mixture.
Tim allowed her wife to stay cuddled with him even though it was really hot. He can handle that, he's been through worse. He was just about to fall asleep again when he peeked at the time.
8:00 a.m.
That was too early to wake up. He closed his eyes intent on getting some few more hours of sleep. He'll cancel work today. Bruce can manage on his own, his Bean needed him more.
When Tim woke up again it was 9:00 a.m. Marinette wasn't lying on him this time but had stolen his blanket and was bundled between his and hers. She was still shivering though. Tim swiftly got up and covered her with two more layers, and after a moment of hesitation with another one.
He also kept three blankets at her side just in case. They owned a lot of blankets. Well, Marinette got cold easily. He also called Alfred to ask him how to cook some soup and how to take care of a sick person.
Tim followed Alfred's recipe and cooked pretty good, in his opinion, soup. He softly woke up Marinette and planted a kiss on her forehead. It was burning.
Marinette whined and dug under her blankets.
"Mari, Bean, you need to wake up. You have to take your meds and eat something." Tim said, sitting next to her on the bed. Marinette just whined again in response.
"Tiiiiim." Mari whined, her voice sounding too weak and raspy. "Let me sleep."
"Babe, you really need to wake up. You can go to sleep after that." Tim said, now softly ran his hands through her hair. Mari just hummed, putting his head into his lap.
"5 minutes more." She mumbled into his leg. Tim just sighed and kept running his hands through her hair. She needed her sleep after all. (In reality, he was whipped. He couldn't deny her anything.)
Ten minutes later, Marinette finally woke up. She woke up but didn't even have the energy to sit. She leaned his head onto Tim's chest but there wasn't the warmth he was radiating in the morning. Marinette leaned away, (well at least she tried to, she couldn't much because she didn't have the energy to), and glared at him. He was wearing a sweatshirt and an apron.
"Remove them." Marinette said, still glaring at him.
"Remove what exactly?" Tim was confused now.
"Your shirt and the apron obviously! It's not as warm as you are." Tim looked at her for a while before sighing and getting up and removing them. (Don't blame him! His wife is adorable!) After they finally settled down and Mari leaned against his chest soaking all the warmth she could get. Tim slowly brought the reheated soup to her lips.
She wasn't really hungry, but Tim said that she needs to eat, so she will. He knew what was better for her more than her (honestly, she wasn't able to deny him things)
After she had eaten and taken her medicines (Tim had to struggle…a lot. Medicines were gross) She was ready to go to sleep again. Apparently when you're sick you should get as much sleep as you should to heal well. Which didn't make any sense, but okay. There was only one problem though, she couldn't sleep.
"Tiiiiiiim." Tim, who was lying below her because she didn't let him leave because he is warm, looked at her.
"What happened Bean?" Tim's hand, which was running through her hair, stopped and he tried to get up. Key word: tried. Marinette had trapped him.
"I can't sleep. Will you read something for me?" Marinette looked at him with puppy eyes and Tim just chuckled and fondly shook his head.
"Of course." Marinette muttered a small, but excited, yay. Tim placed his glasses and was about to take out a Sherlock Holmes book but decided against it. She needed something that won't require much brain energy. Uh, he could read her, her favorite book as a child. She still kept it with her.
He searched in the shelf and finally found it Le petit Prince. It was an old copy which was surprisingly well kept.
Tim climed back in bed and Marinette laid with her head on his lap. Tim absentmindedly started running his hands through her hair again. Somewhere in between the book Marinette fell asleep. And she looked really adorable. Tim felt like the luckiest man alive. He couldn't believe that she married him. A dumbass who didn't even know how he would have survived if she wasn't there. God, he loved her so much. Marrying her was one of the few good choices he made.
Tim kissed her forehead again and slowly got up. He kept the book at its place and got his camera. He knew that he shouldn't take her picture without her permission, especially when she was so vulnerable, but she looked so damn adorable.
(It's not like he doesn't have a lot of her pics taken without her knowledge. He was making a scrapbook out of them and was going to give her that on their first anniversary.)
After taking the pics, Tim got back in the bed and situated Marinette on him again. Tim took a last glance before holding her as close to him as possible.
Listening to her breathing Tim slowly fell asleep too. He didn't care if he fell sick, it would be worth it.
Marinette sipped on her coffee; Titus’s head buried in her lap. She rubbed at it gently, petting the fur with soft, sure movements, watching the sun rise out of the window of her and Damian’s apartment. Marinette had been caught in a restless slumber all night, unable to fully doze off to dreamland, and eventually decided it was time to just jumpstart the day with a cup of coffee.
Marinette heard shuffling behind her and whispered words of Arabic, and she smiled into her cup. Damian hugged her from behind, resting his head on the top of hers.
“Why are you up so early?” Damian asked in a quiet voice, still clearly drowsy. Marinette leaned into his touch sleepily.
“Couldn’t sleep,” Marinette answered. Damian yawned and let go of her, walking around the side of the couch and coming to sit at her side. He hugged around her middle and leaned his head on her shoulder, shutting his eyes tiredly.
“Does someone want to snuggle?” Marinette teased, and Damian gave a grunt of protest but made no other attempt to let go of her. When Damian was exceptionally tired, he was prone to latching on to her, finally loosing that tough exterior of his and letting himself love and be loved in return.
Marinette took another sip of her coffee (black, just like the doctor ordered) and hummed to herself. The quiet of the morning was crisp and comforting, making her feel at peace as the bright sunlight began to dance across the clouds and sky.
“What cup of coffee are you on?” Damian asked lightly. Marinette grinned and took another sup.
“My first,” Marinette assured. She kissed his temple and ran a hand through his fluffy hair, still unbrushed and untamed. “Doctor says I can only have one cup of coffee a day.”
Damian grunted again. “Why would he say that?”
Marinette grinned mischievously. “Because pregnant woman are only allowed one per day.”
It was quiet and still for a long moment, then Damian’s brain caught up to what she was saying. His arms stiffened around her, and he slowly looked up at her in shock and awe.
“You’re – we’re --- you’re pregnant?”
Marinette giggled and nodded. Damian gave one of his rare smiles, and he pulled her closer to him, placing a kiss to her temple.
“Oh, nawaret aynaya, that is the best news I ever heard.”
It was for Marinette too. Marinette could already picture a little boy or girl, with raven hair and green or blue eyes. A baby with the most perfect little giggle and Damian’s crooked smirk. A baby full of the best of both of them, one that would grow into a kind young man or woman.
“I know, ma moitié. It’s just fantastic.”
