I wanna write

Nino: Of course we haven’t been in Damian’s arms! He’s terrifying!

Yes, let’s talk about this little ball of sunshine.

royalty au? royalty au.

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She was eight years old when she gained her first Wayne as a personal guard.

His name was Richard and Marinette remembers the bright smiles he always gave her when on duty. All the other guards tasked to her were so formal and grim, but Richard was always friendly and treated her with a simple sort of kindness, something she was rarely privy to from those outside her family.

The whole castle knew Richard was Marinette’s favorite, for she rarely made any effort to hide her affection.

When she was nearing thirteen, the aging D'Argencourt was transferred to the teaching of knights and Sir Jason Wayne was appointed to replace him. He was far more familiar with her than was proper, but Marinette delighted in his gentle teasing and ridiculous nicknames. Whenever he could, he taught her commoner’s tricks and told her stories about the lower town and living on the streets.

(It had been the first time she’d been faced with the privilege of her birth so blatantly. Jason had only told her stories of humor and levity, but she was clever for her age and could hear all the things he wasn’t saying.

She was melancholic for a whole week following the revelation, guilty about her ignorance and unearned luck of birth. When she emerges from the end, she swears to protect her kingdom from such hardship as best she can. She may not always succeed, but she will try, and sometimes, that is enough.)

By the time Tim is added the month after her sixteenth birthday, Marinette is starting to think this is all something of a tradition. (Or at least, with the way the siblings talk, a competition of sorts.)

She’s practically expecting the day Cassandra is sworn in, pledging her sword to the protection of the throne. And when Duke follows behind not even a month later, well. There are more than a few whispers of favoritism floating about the castle halls.

(There is, after all, not a single knight on her detail that isn’t a Wayne at this point.)

The proper number for a royal escort is five during times of peace, so Marinette does not expect any new additions until Richard decides he wants to retire or finally take her father up on the offer of joining the Justice League, those privileged knights in charge of protecting the King and Queen themselves.

Of course, they all overlooked one important detail.

Damian.

***

They are attending Court. Her parents are sat in their thrones, crowns atop their heads and looking regal and kind as they see to the many needs of their people. Farmers and merchants and families bring to them their problems, and they solve them as best they can.

Her mother sits to the right of her father, and Marinette stands at his left and just a step behind.

They are a united front to the people of their kingdom and this is not an accident.

So, of course, when Damian strides up to the dais, he promptly throws it out the window.

He bows first to the King and Queen, deep and textbook perfect, but when he turns to her, instead of the slightly shallower bow that is afforded to her, he drops to his knees.

The Court gasps and Marinette’s hands twitch where they are clasped in front of her.

The hall has fallen deadly silent and all eyes have turned on her and the knight at her feet.

He is only a few summers older than her and a well-known prodigy on the dueling grounds, easily rivaling the skill of knights twice his size and age.

Marinette has known him nearly as long as she has known Richard, and up until this very moment, she had believed him to be indifferent to her in the highest regard.

Oh, how wrong she had been.

“I, Damian Wayne, pledge my sword and skill to the service of her Royal Highness, Princess Marinette Dupain-Cheng. Should she accept this humble knight, I shall be the obedient weapon that which she wields. This vow I take, for as long as I breathe.”

For a long moment, Marinette does nothing.

He has offered the pledge to her and her only, which means it should be her choice alone to accept or deny it. But that is not how being Princess works and Marinette has responsibilities to more than just herself.

Damian has chosen to make this public, has chosen to cause a spectacle, and Marinette cannot afford to play along if it will place the people she has sworn to protect in danger.

Her mother eyes him with the critical shrewdness that had made her such an excellent spymaster before she married and was crowned Queen. After a long, drawn-out moment, Marinette watches the look melt off her face and the barely-there nod of approval makes the air rush from her lungs.

Should her mother have found that this action would cause more problems than they could handle, Marinette would have turned him away. She must, even if it would break her heart.

(Royalty must be united. There can be no lines drawn in the sand between them and Marinette cannot go against them without undermining the power she herself will one day hold as Queen.

She has responsibility to more than just herself.)

But Damian is lucky. Lucky he is young, lucky that the castle is already rife with rumors of where, exactly, the Waynes’ loyalties lie, lucky that he is a prodigy too valuable to scorn.

And perhaps, most of all, he is lucky that her parents are kinder people than rulers should be.

(How else could one explain his continued existence when he has so blatantly committed treason by pledging to serve an individual rather than the crown?

Marinette would laugh at his bravery if she did not think him an utter fool.)

Her mother has given her blessing, but Marinette does not yet reach for the sword Damian holds out for her to take. She has been privy to enough of the trials of Court and whispers of the castle to know this must be nipped in the bud.

Damian has made this a public affair, and so now Marinette will twist that to her advantage.

“To serve me is to serve Miraculi,” she says, voice clear and firm so that none may misunderstand her. “On behalf of the citizens I protect, and whom you shall as well, I shall accept if only you swear to them as well.”

There is not even a moment of hesitation. “I swear, Your Highness.”

She would smile had it been in any form appropriate.

“Then let your vow be accepted.” Finally, she takes the sword from him and taps the blade against either shoulder. “Rise, Sir Wayne. May you live long and fight well.”

Once on his feet, he bows to her once more and catches her hand as she returns his sword to him. Then, in front of her parents and all the Court, he presses a kiss against her knuckles and smiles.

Okay, funny you should ask, this is not something I did on a whim just to spite those waiting for WYH because this is actually a homework of mine? Well, more like a Seatwork but like online lol at least now you can read this while waiting for WYH updates :)

This "seatwork" of mine was given to us by my teacher just this 10:00 in the morning and then told us to pass it on 12 noon so yeah imagine how I just basically speedrun this XD (it's beta'd tho just not that polished :/)

Anywho, the instructions are to listen to MOZART - SYMPHONY NO. 40 IN G MINOR, K. 550 [complete] and then write a story based on what you heard or like just use it as inspiration or something so yeah hope you enjoy!

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The soft, smooth surface of the glass reflected her figure on her bluebell eyes. The pink-red dress she designed herself fitted perfectly to herself. A black illusion neckline with pink lace swirled into intricate loops decorating the sleeves; the bodice, a soft, red fabric pulled into a fit to her tiny waist; and a soft, pink tulle covering the poofy, red skirt that ends just above her ankles.

With a twirl, her dress swirls and flutters around her and if anyone would have been so much as to just peek at her window, they would've been enamored by her beauty.

Marinette had been invited to the yearly ball and she could not have been happier. The image of dancing and ballroom lights glittering upon the jewels that adorned people’s necks made her squeal in delight and hum around her room.

It was close to nine o’clock in the evening and she rushes out to her vehicle in hopes to arrive on time before the actual ball began.

Butterflies began fluttering in her stomach and she couldn’t be more excited as she takes a step down her carriage and stands in front of the palace. Adorned with lights that outshined any star that may have been awake at the dark sky, the castle looked magnificent and Marinette was almost afraid that she might be a bit underdressed. But the people around her could only tell her otherwise; she looked prettier than anyone there, a star surrounded by clouds who wanted to crowd around her rays of light.

As she hears the announcement of the Royal Family’s arrival, her breath gets caught on her throat. The Royal Family’s image of pure regality takes her breath away as they all bow down before their feet. These people were like the suns and they were the flowers basking in their light. Their garbs a mixture of gold and lilac, further solidifying their titles as royalty.

It felt as though the world had stopped and everyone’s focus was on her when the Crown Prince takes a step towards her and raises a hand, asking for hers in hopes for a dance. And who was she but a lowly servant that ached to be at the mercy of his feet to refuse such a request?

Placing a dainty hand on his larger ones, they walked to the center of the room; snatching everyone’s attention and making their eyes look only to them. The music starts into a soft rhythm and their feet move in sync. She twirls around and, as though they were the only ones that existed, she stares into the Crown Prince’s jade eyes. Never breaking contact, her heart flutters against her chest and she feels a blush spreading on her face.

Looking from afar, she knew that the Prince was a person with ethereal beauty, and now that they were closer than what she could only dream of, she could only deny that statement. With his tanned skin looking almost like honey, jade eyes that looked straight at her and gleamed under the lights, and ebony hair that’s slicked back but still looked just as soft; calling him an ethereal beauty is almost an insult. Gods and Goddesses, Elves and Stars; calling them beautiful makes her scoff with offense because Her Prince’s visuals very much define the word—no. No. Beautiful cannot even begin to describe him; he was above that. And Marinette was captivated. Trapped into only being bewitched by this man. And, ah, the Crown Prince really has destroyed her expectations and definition for beauty.

They danced another sequence, and another, and another, until she could no longer be three feet away from the Prince without missing the feeling of being in his arms.

And, truly, she was ruined. And she’ll happily let him ruin her.

She vaguely hears a soft ticking sound and it rang in her ears, growing louder with each passing minute. Her head turns to the side and her eyes zero in on the clock.

Close to midnight.

Suddenly, each step she takes feels heavy; an aching feeling creeps onto her spine and she could feel helplessness and desperation crawl into her heart. But all of that came to a stop when soft hands cradle her face, she looks back into the eyes of Her Prince and she could see it. She could see him telling her to not look away, to never leave his sight, to stay.

The ticking grows louder, almost as if it was the only thing she could hear, ringing on her ears like it’s giving her an ultimatum, and with a shaky breath, she stares and takes time to soak in all his features, to remember each detail and engrave it into her mind. She clenches his sleeves so tight that she could no longer care if it might wrinkle; because clothing might no longer her passion if it means she has to give up on her love.

Her Prince’s face twitches into a small frown and he closes his eyes, leaning in and resting their foreheads together. Her heart beats faster as she could feel the telltale chime of the clock. How close it is to midnight.

With a heavy heart, Marinette stares one last time at Her Prince and closes her eyes. The loud tolling of the clock resounds around them and she feels a warm, yet cold, air gush around her.

‘Midnight,’ the wind whispers in her ear. And she opens her eyes to find herself back in her room once more.

It's not written but it's implied that Damian's "Her Prince" :)

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TAGLIST:

Riddler: "Okay my villainous fiends, we are all here because we are going to collaborate on a plan. Before we get started I will remind everyone present that any backstabbing, sabotaging, calling Gordon, or any such shenanigans will mean an automatic ban from Jervis's weekly tea parties for a month, one is coming up this weekend. Also torture but that was implied. Now, we will all have various roles and evil things to do but someone will have to take one for the team and kidnap Bruce Way-"

Joker: "Dibs!"

Scarecrow: "You can't call dibs before he finishes!"

Catwoman: "I'll do it."

Joker: "No. I called dibs."

Scarecrow: "What if I want to do it?"

Harley Quinn: "Hey I haven't gotten to do it in a while! Besides he owes me a redo date after the whole....y'know what we don't need to talk about the whole fake Bruce thing. "

Riddler: "We will absolutely talk about that at a later time but seriously who's going to do it?"

Various voices: "Me!"

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Riddler: "I....cannot believe we have to do this but here it is. We are going to have a rock-paper-scissors tournament for the right to kidnap Bruce Wayne. I have written out who will be up against who on the white board so please get into your proper groups..."

Two-Face: "I'll be the Judge."

Penguin: "I'm moral support for Ed."

Riddler: "On my mark....Go."

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Riddler: "Jokes....you can't yell rock and just punch people."

Joker: "You're not the judge!"

Penguin: "What's the ruling Judge?"

Two-Face giggling over seeing Joker uppercut Scarecrow: "I'll allow it this once. But no more funny business!"

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Riddler: "Okay so it's Jokes against Cat."

Penguin: "Who do you think will win?"

Riddler: "At this point? I don't care."

Joker: "Give it up Cats, I'm winning this! I have a PowerPoint I have to show Wayne, there's no way I'm losing!"

Catwoman: "A PowerPoint? Seriously?"

Joker: "Yes! I need to show him why I would be a better husband than the Bat!"

Catwoman: "Wait what?"

Joker: "An opening! ROCK!" (proceeds to punch Catwoman)

Joker: "I win! I'm off to collect my prize see you guys later!"

Catwoman holding her nose: "I'm going to kill that clown!

Joker without missing a beat: "Fuck Batman because that would be some spicy fun. Marry Bruce Wayne, the tears from the lady's would be grand and I would get to live at Wayne Manor and look at him he's like a Greek God! And obviously kill Jim Gordon. "

This video goes viral. In retaliation the Batfam decides to do a video of Batman while out on patrol. Of course the first few minutes are him saying they need to focus but then he relents.

[Video of Batman facepalming but looking at the camera with a, 'let's get on with it's face.] Batgirl (the purple one): "Alright Gotham you've seen the Joker's version now it's Batman's turn to play Fuck, Marry, Kill. The rules are simple B. We give you three names and you have to pick which one of them you would fuck, marry, and kill respectively."

Batman: "But I don't kill."

Batgirl: "Yes. We know. But for the game you have to pick, who, hypothetically you would want to kill."

Batman: "I don't hypothetically kill."

Batgirl: "Oh my God. Fine. We'll change it up for you. Fuck, Marry, and Beat Senseless. Good? We good? Great! Okay your three names to choose from are three of Gotham's Rogues!"

Batman: "Okaaay?"

Batgirl: "Your names are, Joker, Scarecrow, and Riddler. Oh and give reasons!"

Batman: "...You're serious? Fine. Fuck Joker, I don't know I've heard hate sex is a nice thing. Marry Scarecrow, he's a doctor? We could have nice intellectual conversation. Beat Riddler. To shut him up. There you happy? Now let's finish up patrol."

Batgirl whisper shouting to the camera: "OHMYGOD i didn't think he would actually do it!"

Gotham goes crazy. Of course it goes viral. But then, oh but then. Some show has Bruce Wayne on as a guest and guess what they decide to play just for fun? You guessed it.

Host of show: "Now Mister Wayne we are going to play a game that's popularity has skyrocketed in Gotham recently, Fuck, Marry, Kill! Are you ready to play?"

Bruce wanting to die inside: "Of course! I've heard about the game from my kids but I haven't played it personally so this should be fun."

Host: "Hahaha got to love your kids am I right? Anyways! On to the names! We decided to pull names out of a bowl. We've mixed both hero and rogue names from Gotham in here so let's see who we get!....Joker!...Batman!....Oh and Riddler!"

Bruce who wants the ground to swallow him whole: "Ahahaha...what a mix!"

Host: "Indeed! Now what's your choices Mr. Wayne. I do have to say, one of those choices has said they would Marry you! Let's see if you pick them as well!"

Bruce, who is contemplating faking a heart attack or something: "Hahahaaaaa...Okay well I guess the first option is uh, Joker? I don't know why but yeah let's go with Fuck Joker. Marry Batman, he could protect me from all the kidnappers. And Kill Riddler. He's taken my kids captive multiple times.

Thanks nonnie, this one turned out a bit fluffy : )

The Luckiest

“If I asked you to marry me would you say yes?” She asked into the darkness, her fingers drawing circles on his bare chest. 

“No.” Was the one word reply that he murmured, his voice thick with sleep. 

They’d returned from Rebekah and Enzo’s engagement party earlier that night quite drunk and stumbled into bed, pawing each other madly. So, it was obvious where this particular conversation was coming from. 

“That was a pretty quick reply,” she growled. “You know Jennifer Hudson proposed to her husband, so too Pink.”

“While I find that absolutely fascinating…” Klaus trailed off sarcastically.

“You’re just being plain sexist,” she huffed, poking his chest accusingly.  

“Caroline, it’s the middle of the bloody night. Can’t all these sexism accusations wait until the morning?”  

“So,” she drawled, sitting up and turning on the bedside lamp. “I know what this is all about.”

“I assume you’re going to tell me then, love,” Klaus groaned, finally peeling one eye open followed by the other. 

“It’s because you don’t want to marry me at all.” 

“Oh, here we go.”

“Well, what other explanation is there?” She squeaked, feeling the tears gathering in her eyes. All she ever wanted was to marry Klaus but now she wasn’t so certain he had the same thoughts.  

“Caroline,” Klaus implored. “How about we talk about this when we’re a little less drunk and a little less naked.” 

“You’re avoiding it.”

“I’m not,” he insisted, moving closer so that he could place his hands on her hips. “Okay, you asked for it, love. I actually have two explanations.”

“Oh really?”

“You asked,” he shot back, fastening a stray lock of hair behind her ear. “Number one, the Caroline Forbes I know would want a traditional proposal.”

“And number two?” Caroline asked, a small smile tugging at the corners of her mouth. 

“Bossy much, Forbes” he teased. “And number two, I already had something planned this weekend but didn’t want to ruin the surprise.”

“What?” She inhaled sharply. Klaus opened the nearby drawer and presented her with a black, velvet box and taking a knee.

“Caroline Elizabeth Forbes, I am the luckiest man in the world to have met you and don’t want to spend another day apart. Will you marry me?” 

“It’s kind of difficult to concentrate with you naked and kneeling on the floor, Mikaelson.”

“Now whose fault is that exactly, love?” 

“Get your ass up here,” she chuckled, gesturing to him with her finger. 

“So, is that a yes?” 

“That’s a hell yes,” she grinned, pulling him closer and running her hands through those dirty blonde curls, which were slightly knotted from bed. “As long as we don’t tell people this is how we got engaged.”

“You’d prefer to tell people you proposed?” He smirked. “No problem, we wouldn’t want anyone to think I was sexist.”

Short answer, Jason dropped his bagel and was already having a bad start to his day and so with feeling yelled "Fuck."

Now normally this wouldn't be bad, but he did this when in the vicinity of little Marietta and most of the family who was down in the cave that day. Well all went quiet after he did so and Alfred, Tim, Cass, and Dick were so helpfully going to tell Jason he had to add money to the swear jar ($5 bucks) but then Marietta threw down her toy and gleefully yelled, "Fuck!"

Everyone was horrified. Bruce almost fell off his swivel chair with how fast he turned around to stare at his tiny little daughter who just cussed and to glare at Jason. Then...oh then...she continued to say it! She was practically singing it and giggling while running around as Dick and Duke and Damian chased her around to catch her and try and tell her to stop.

Jason looked so horrified. Everyone thought he would have been laughing but he honest to God looked so horrified that he had taught his 2 year old little sister the F word.

I feel like this would make the bio dad thing more fun to play around with, especially if Mari WAS adopted by Tom and Sabine but she wasn't the only kid they adopted.

Okay I had this awesome idea of giving Marinette and Adrien’s relationship a different dynamic. This is non-romantic, they will just be best friends. However, in this scenario, while Marinette is still her happy bubbly self. Adrien is a bit more… cynical, sarcastic, with a dark sense of humor but still an overall SUNSHINE CHILD. My idea was literally Salem from Sabrina the Teenage Witch in blond human form with a bit of Daria sprinkled in. A lot of quotes from Sabrina and Daria tv shows.

           When Ladybug and Chat Noir got their miraculous for the first time, each were given the instruction of never letting anyone, including each other find out who they are. Adrien, who had taken to rebelling against everyone and everything: this included quitting modeling, much to his dad’s dismay, wearing whatever he wanted, much to fashion’s dismay, eating whatever he wanted, much to his good health’s dismay, and going to public school on the grounds that he would turned them all in for breaking child labor laws, much to the school system’s dismay..

Adrien decided ‘Nah, I’m going to de-transform in front of Ladybug because try to stop me.’

           Plagg had never been so proud of one his kittens before. Tikki wasn’t happy but agreed to keep it a secret from Fu. Her chosen lived in a bakery for Kwami’ sake; Fu would have to pry her dead body away to get to her leave.

• For Marietta's 10th birthday Harley bought her a Hyena since she seemed to love Lou and Bud so much. Mari loved her new pet which she lovingly named Ha-Ha-Harley.

Bruce was so not amused. Quite the opposite in fact. Damian of course was thrilled to add another pet to the family. Alfred suggested Bruce make another Manor for the pets of the family. Dick immediately asked if he could get an elephant if they did end up doing that.

• Harley and Mari hang out sometimes when Mari goes to stop Harley's crimes as her fox hero self, Maid Marian (Dick and her watched Robin Hood once and she loved it). When she shows up her and Harley just stop what they're doing and have a "Pigtail Pals" Day.

This has resulted in many heart attacks for Bruce in the beginning who would immediately track them down. One such instance:

"Marian! Quinn! You've got to stop doing this."

"But Daddy! It's Pigtail Pals Day! You can't be here, you don't got pigtails!"

"Yeaaaaaah Daddy, you ain't got no pigtails! Unless you count the spikes on the cowl!"

"....."

"...."

"I..."

"Don't. I heard it as soon as I said it Bats. I may have daddy issues but they aren't near that bad to be a kink. How about I take mini pigtails to the movies and we forget this every happened? Deal?"

"Deal."

"Yay! Movies! Bye Daddy!"

"....Bye Princess...."

• Everyone asked her why she didn't want to go by Robin Hood when in her fox hero form and she said it was because they already had a Robin, and pointed at Damian, and a Hood, and pointed at Jason.

• She and Cass have weekly Barbie Movie marathons. Sometimes they let Dick join them. Cass really likes the ballet centered ones and her and Marietta dance along when the dance scenes come on.

• During a heist where Riddler and Penguin needing Catwomans help they almost got caught because they were caught off guard by the sight of Catwoman walking in holding a CHILD'S hand. A child dressed like a cat.

All she said was. "It was my night to babysit so let's make this fast. I promised Kitten I'd make grilled cheese for dinner."

The other shock was when the child look at Riddler for a very long time then looked back at Catwoman and said. "Kitty? Why are working with Hook Man?"

Friendships were almost broken that night.

• Tim forgot to tell the Titans he had a new baby sister but they found out during a team meeting when she literally popped out of NOWHERE crying and making grabby hands for Red Robin. Who immediately dropped the leader voice and started cooing to this small child!?

Team meeting was forgotten. A new meeting was held. A meeting all about Tim's new little sister.

• Duke was so proud because he taught Marietta how to fist bump, but she calls it knuckles. He went around showing everyone and taking so many videos. He literally cried when she fist bumped him back the first time and giggled.

• Babs loves Mari. She does. She does not love when Mari wants to mess with all her computers. She bought her a toy computer and thought that would make sure she wouldn't want to mess with babies but noooooo. Somehow it made it worse.

Marietta was more determined to touch her computers. She would climb chairs. Push over things she knew she could climb on. Or be deceiving and have Babs hold her while "innocently" playing with her toy computer.

• Someone once asked Gordon who his favorite Wayne was and he said Titus but that Marietta was a close second because she sometimes listened to him.

Everytime he sees her he gives her a GCPD badge sticker. He cried when she busted into his office and yelled. "GCPD Hands up! Up!" That day many officers were "arrested" for outrageous crimes. The best thing though was when someone brought in the Joker and she went over with her pipe cleaner handcuffs and went, "I arrest you."

"How about no?"

"I kick you then."

"I'd like to see you try squir-"

And then everyone in the precinct watched as little Marietta Wayne soccer kicked Joker in the shin and ran away giggling.

The guy who worked the security cameras gave everyone a copy of that moment for Christmas.

• Scarecrow once ran into little Marietta and he's not quite sure how he feels about her. He had heard a lot about the youngest Wayne so instead of just spraying her with his fear gas right away he asked her. "What do you fear most?"

"Fashion disasters. I don't need spray to see them, I'm already looking at one."

He had been so offended that he had to take a moment for himself but it was a moment too long apparently because next thing he knew he was being shot with rubber bullets by Red Hood.

• She guilt trips the hell out of reporters. Gotham's favorite lines are:

"Why do you stalk my daddy?"

"I'm not allowed to talk to strangers. Bye."

Literal just screaming and bursting into tears (she did it on purpose)

"Before you imply that I am a charity case, can I direct you to the fact that this is in fact a Charity Gala...for actual charity." (This is one for when she's older)

This is a gift for the lovley @sunflowers-and-mooncakes

I hope you like it!

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Damianette

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“You didn’t tell me you had a dog, Dami!” Marinette squeaked out before crouching down to pet Titus, cooing at him in what he believed to be French, Mandarin, Italian, and English.

This was not how Damian planned his day going.

He had planned on taking Titus for a walk in the park, maybe sitting under the large tree to sketch in the more secluded area of the park.

He had planned on purposefully ignoring any thoughts of his friend from his business, art, AP literature, and AP art history classes at Gotham University.

Why?

Simple. Any time Damian talked to her or hang out with her he felt like everything in that moment of time was ok. Like his assassin and vigilante instincts finally got to relax while simultaneously becoming hyperaware of everything she does.

Despite what everyone thinks of him, Damian is well aware of his feelings and what they mean.

He had simply planned on ignoring the lonely feeling that appeared whenever they finished a project and Marinette had to leave, or when they had to go to separate classes.

He had planned on ignoring the way she broke through his walls without even trying. How she still put effort into talking and interacting with him even on days that everyone steers clear of the ‘Ice Prince’ due to him having an especially short temper that day.

He had planned on ignoring all the ways she made him feel.

He hadn’t planned on her being in the park, under the tree, in the more secluded area of the park.

“Tch. That might be due to the fact you didn’t ask.” Damian said, trying to compose himself and gather his thoughts.

Marinette looked up at him, blinking a few times before a bright smile appeared on her features once again.

“You’re right. I don’t believe I asked.” Marinette agreed with a nod of her head.

“So Dami? Do you have any pets?” She questioned, tilting her head slightly to the right.

Damian watched her for a moment as the wind messed with her hair, throwing it in Marinette’s face, covering her bluebell eyes.

Reaching out, he brushed the stray hairs out of her face, letting out a pleased hum once they were once again in their correct place.

“I have a dog named Titus, a cat named Alfred, and a cow named bat-cow,” Damian answered.

“You have a cow? Is that why you’re vegan?” Marinette asked with an amused and curious look.

“Yes to both of those questions,” Damian states, looking around the area when he noticed Titus wasn’t sitting next to Marinette. He was also using it as an excuse not to look at Marinette’s soft smile and enchanting bluebell eyes.

“Titus. Come.” Damian instructed once he caught sight of him.

Titus walked over to them but kept both himself and his leash just out of reach. When Damian tried to grab the leash Titus moved farther away. He tried again for the leash only for Titus to do the same thing once more.

“Maybe he wants to play?” Marinette suggested with amusement.

“Tch. I’m sure he does but I don’t feel like chasing him around today.” Damian informed Marinette before making another grab for the leash.

Much to Damian’s dismay, chasing Titus around the park was exactly what they did.

After two and a half hours of running around Marinette and Damian stopped chasing Titus to relax for a bit.

“How does he still have so much energy?” Marinette asked.

To Damian’s surprise, Marinette was barely winded. If anything she only stopped because she was tired of running around pointlessly.

“He’s a K9 who spends all day running around while we’re used to sitting at desks all day,” Damian answered.

He watched as she bent down to pick up her water bottle only to dart forward catching Titus’s leash much to both his and Damian’s surprise.

“Got ya!” Marinette cheered standing up with Titus’s leash in hand.

Titus didn’t seem too happy about it and tried to run, Marinette didn’t even strain a muscle holding him in place.

Changing his escape plan Titus ran around Damian and Marinette, tangling them together with his leash as Titus successfully pulled his head out of his collar, freeing himself.

Marinette and Damian ended up losing balance with the leash tying them together, falling onto the grass.

Marinette had closed her eyes bracing herself for impact, and when she opened them Marinette found herself staring into Damian’s emerald green eyes as he stared back, their faces only an inch or two apart.

Both of them stayed silent as they stared at each other. Damian having landed on the ground first was underneath Marinette.

“… Uhm… how are you planning on getting us out of this?” Damian asked, breaking the silence as he turned his head to the side, trying to avoid eye contact, but he watched her from his peripheral vision.

She grinned down at him, seem to have an idea.

“I say, we just roll with it,” Marinette claimed as they started rolling down the small him the tree was on, in the process unrolling the leash that was binding them.

Marinette laughed the whole way down, and Damian will forever deny that he laughed as well.

When they came to a stop Marinette was the one underneath Damian, both of them out of breath with matching grins.

“What now?” Marinette asked, breathing heavily.

“Rolling down the hill was your plan so shouldn’t I be asking you that?” Damian fires back with a smirk, amusement dancing in his eyes.

“Exactly. I already came up with a plan. Now it’s your move.” Marinette informed him.

Damian’s smirk turned into a soft smile earning a curious look from Marinette.

Damian lowered himself closer to Marinette resting his forehead against hers.

“Your move,” Damian argues back.

Marinette was unsure if Damian meant that she was the one who had to think of what to do or if him moving closer was Damian’s move and now it was her turn.

Marinette let out a hum as if in thought. After a few moments, she moved her hands from against Damian’s chest to around his neck. Damian pulled his forehead away from Marinette’s before placing a kiss on her lips.

Marinette easily returned the kiss, both of them smiling a bit too much to kiss properly, but neither one of them cared.

No...

no.....

NOOooooOoOOOOOOoooOOOoOOoO!!!!!!!!