#jason x marinette
that’s that. | jasonette
Word Count: +0.6k
summary: “on a scale of one to ten, how bad do you want to kill me right now?”
a/n: can’t believe i got this out so quick. even though it’s relatively short (compared to my usual 2k), i like this one a lot. as usual, the bolded text is a prompt from pinterest.
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part 1
Jason cringed as he watched Marinette’s face go through a multitude of expression changes and finally land on one; a mix of anger and surprise (probably wondering how he managed to escape through the tiny vents of the building).
He had a feeling that this wasn’t going to end well for him, especially when Marinette strode up to him, inches away from his face.
Feeling his heartbeat speed up and palms growing sweaty, Jason cursed himself for developing his stupid crush on Marinette.
Even though he didn’t know anythingabout her at the time, in a few weeks, Jason had managed to develop a crush on Marinette, her somewhat sweet manner and overall badassness just drawing him in and doing thingsto him.
His crush was only further encouraged when he did a ‘little’ research on Marinette using the Justice League’s extensive databases.
After a little more in-depth research of history, it wasn’t hard to figure out why Marinette was at the League of Assassins.
Sorely regretting his decision to try and poke the answer out of Marinette before he left, Jason resigned himself to the fact that he would never meet Marinette again.
Or so he thought, the situation in front of him proving him wrong.
“So,” Jason said casually, leaning back a little. Marinette’s close proximity was being verydistracting. “On a scale of one to ten, how bad do you want to kill me right now?”
Marinette shot him a smile; all teeth and nothinglike the girl she was in the pictures he found of her past (Jason wasn’t stalking her! He just happenedto find them and happenedto memorise them).
“Right now,” Marinette trailed a slim finger over his arm, all the way to his chest. “I’m hovering somewhere in the high thirties.”
Jason gulped for two reasons. One, well thatwasn’t good, and two, holy shit he never knew a finger could be so utterly distracting.
“Well,” he stuttered, cheeks darkening to a shade of red. “I didn’t-”
“But,” Marinette interrupted him, hands looping around his neck now. “I didjust get you back, and to be honest, I don’t particularly want to lose you again. Do you know just how many nights of sleep I lost because of you?”
Jason opened his mouth to answer a verycautious answer, but, apparently, it was a rhetorical question because a few seconds later, Marinette tugged his face towards hers.
His lips found their place on hers, fitting together like they were two puzzle pieces.
For the first few seconds, Jason was frozen. Pinned against the wall, his hands were by his sides, not doing anything until his snapped back to his senses.
Turning the tables, Jason turned Marinette around so shewas pinned against the wall, and moving his lips against hers, Jason wrapped his hands around her waist tightly and possessively.
After a few minutes, air was becoming more and more a necessity that they both needed, but Jason was unwilling to let go, even for a gulp of air.
In fact, they would have gone right on kissing until they passed out, had Tim not barged in.
“Are you guys done?” he asked impatiently, eyes glued to his phone. “I have thingsto do and- oh my god, myeyes!”
He ran out of the room screaming and yelling about being “mentally scarred” and “never recovering” and Jason had a feeling that a lotof people were going to be asking him questions later.
But right now, that wasn’t his priority.
His priority was the girl in front of him, with sparkling blue eyes and a smugsmirk on her lips.
“So,” she said, teasingly. “That’s that.”
Jason groaned, already knowing that she somehow knewTim was coming and did nothing about it.
“I hate you,” he mumbled into her shoulder. “So much.”
Marinette smirked into his shoulder, again. “That’s not what I felt a few seconds ago.”
Sighing as he straightened himself, Jason wondered what the hellpossessed him to like a girl like Marinette.
Her amazing personality (and looks) were certainlynot worth this.
At least, that’s what he told himself in that moment.
dead (or not) | jasonette
Word Count: +1.9k
summary: marinette thought jason was dead.
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part 2
Marinette didn’t know how she ended up like this.
In fact, she couldn’t believe she even endedup like this and was stillalive. Clearly, having Tikki’s luck was extremely helpful.
She straightened her back to an almost painful angle as she heard her ‘leader’s’ icy voice echo through the room.
“Marinette,” Talia Al Ghul greeted her, and silently, Marinette took her appointed place next to the woman.
Ra’s Al Ghul seated himself next to Talia, leaning back in his chair.
Slowly, all the other members of the League of the Assassins filtered into the room as Talia and Ra’s watched on impassively.
Without giving a single thought away, Marinette wondered what today’s meeting was about.
Generally, Talia told her everything (as her right-hand woman, so to say) and needless to say, Marinette took advantage of it to prepare herself.
However, for this particular meeting, Talia hadn’t breathed a single word to Marinette. In fact, Marinette wasn’t even aware it was to happen today until a low-ranking member informed her of it.
Blank mask faltering for a milli-second, Marinette panicked and wondered if she had blown her cover somehow and this meeting was to discuss her fate.
“Welcome, honoured members of the League of the Assassins,” Talia said smoothly, oblivious to Marinette’s panic. “Apologies for calling this unexpected and unplanned meeting; something urgent has to be communicated.”
Marinette breathed a sigh of relief; she hadn’t blown her cover - this was a completely unplanned meeting.
Thank the kwamis.
“Recently,” Ra’s leaned forward now, adding his own contribution. “A few assassins found the body of a certain individual you may recognize the name of…Jason Todd.”
There was no physical reaction of any of the trained assassins, but Marinette, with her slightlyenhanced hearing, could hear several heartbeats picking up; in excitement or fear, she couldn’t tell.
“Ra’s and I plan to resurrect him with the use of the Lazarus Pits, a magical creation I am sure you have heard of.” Talia continued.
Thistime there was a reaction. Several of the assassins straightened even further with a jerk, while others looked at Talia, aghast.
“You cannot be serious!” One assassin cried out.
He was quickly shut up with a frosty glare from Marinette. She needed to know more about this.
From all she had learnt about the vigilantes of Gotham, she knew that Jason Todd had been one of the Robins, killed by the infamous, insane Joker. Batman had, apparently, taken his death hard, being crueller and crueller with the criminals until the thirdRobin came along; Timothy Drake.
Not that the league knew she had that knowledge.
The saying that knowledge was power rang especially true in the situations that Marinette often found herself in, particularly with Talia.
She was snapped out of her thoughts when Talia shot the assassin who interrupted a particularly evil glare. “As I was saying, we plan to resurrect him in the Lazarus Pits, as per the wish of my father, and keep him under our care.”
Ah, Marinette thought, so that was the point of all this.
Keeping someone under the league’s care essentially meant converting them into one of their own.
In any other situation, Marinette would have said the same had happened to her, except for the fact that it hadn’t.
She was in the League of Assassins of her own free volition and her own agenda.
All of a sudden, all the assassins were agreeing, nodding in time.
Marinette resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
All was forgotten when the league got a new assassin…not like the Lazarus Pits could cause permanent mental damage to those who took even a single dip in it.
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Marinette coughed as she shielded her eyes from the bright, toxic green colours of the Lazarus Pits.
As Talia’s right-hand woman, it was a given that she would accompany Talia and Ra’s as they resurrected Jason.
The Lazarus Pits glowed starkly against the pitch darkness of the underground cave they were in.
Talia, somehow, seemed unperturbed by it. “Move to the banks of the Pits!” she ordered, loudly, and the assassins carrying Jason’s corpse immediately hurried there.
Marinette took some more time, sensitive to the dust and heavilywishing she could wear her miraculous right now. At least it provided some extra protection against all this toxicity.
As she arrived at the banks of the Pits, Marinette saw that they had already begun to take out Jason’s body from the bag they had brought him in.
When she saw the state he was in, Marinette felt the urge to puke. What kind of sickowould do this to anyone?
Talia hadn’t even spared the body a glance, instead, analysing the waters of the Pits.
If she leaned any further, she was going to fall right in, Marinette thought with a healthy amount of malice.
Once they had the body out, one of the assassins turned to Talia.
Already excited at the prospect of getting another assassin, Talia gleefully said, “Dip it in.”
Talia didn’t even see Jason Todd as a real person.
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Fast-forwarding to a few months later, you would find Marinette and Jason sparring in a room in the League of Assassins.
Marinette gave Jason a triumphant grin as she bested him once again. “Nice try, Todd. Fix your stance. Remember, you can’t give your opponent-”
“-A single advantage,” interrupted Jason with an exasperated grin. “I know, it’s not the first time you’ve told me.”
The day Jason was brought back to life went off without a hitch, as Talia often liked to brag to Marinette.
Almost immediately after he was well in terms of physical health, Jason was handed over to Marinette, she being one of the best assassins at the League of the Assassins.
At first, it was awkward with Jason not willing to trust Marinette (why would he?) and Marinette just generally being very awkward around him.
Eventually though, Marinette came to the realization that she needed to tell Jasons something about herself if she was going to get him to trust her.
So she told him she wasn’t like everyone around here.
Something in her tone must have convinced him, though, because the next day, he was seemed to be more willing to trust her.
That was how they ended up at the present moment.
“Come on, Todd.” Marinette shot him an indulgent grin. “Let’s take a water break.”
Jason sat up, giving her a handsome grin that did notmake Marinette’s heart beat faster at all. “Whatever you say.”
As they sat side-by-side on the chilly floor, Marinette felt her skin heat up as Jason’s muscled arms brushed against her own.
They sat in silence for a few minutes, catching their breaths.
“Why do you stay here if you’re not like them?”
Marinette froze. She knew Jason had been wanting to ask this for some time, but she didn’t know whether she should tell him the real reason.
Opting to deflect, she gave him a smirk. “Thinking, are we?”
Rolling her eyes at her poor attempt, Jason didn’t seem to want to budge. “Come on Marinette. Answer the question.”
Marinette waited for a few seconds, hoping that he would take it back and just leave it alone.
When he didn’t she sighed, slouching against the wall. “I have my reasons.”
Jason persisted, though. “What areyour reasons? If they even exist, you know.”
Marinette’s head shot up, hurt and anger dominant in her eyes. “What is thatsupposed to mean?”
Jason didn’t even seem to care that he pissed her off. “Do you know the number of people you’ve killed for Talia? Why would you do that?”
If Marinette knew what would happen next, maybe she would have answered, but at that point, she was just too angry to form a proper, justifiable answer.
Standing up, Marinette leaned down until she was nose-to-nose with Jason.
“Like I said before,” she breathed. “I have my reasons.”
Turning her back on him, she didn’t notice the crestfallen expression on his face as he looked at his watch and then the vent above.
The next day he was gone.
The league never found his body.
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Exactly five months and six days later, Marinette was planning her escape from the League of the Assassins.
She had spent yearsplanning her escape and knew her whole plan by heart.
It was simple really; there were only three steps.
The first was to steal the powerful miraculous the league had in their clutches. Marinette could check that off the list, having used several precautions to make sure the league never found out that the 'miraculous’ they now had wasn’t real.
After that, she had to figure out a way to make it seemlike she was dead so that none of the assassins were on the lookout for her. After 'dying’ she was going to escape in the chaos.
The final step was probably the hardest. It was moving to Gotham because Marinette had heard that there were a lotof lost miraculous there.
Like she said before, it was simple.
Gathering all of her importantbelongings, Marinette dumped them all in a corner of the room. Placing the charred body she had stolen from the morgue (don’t even ask), Marinette pulled out a matchbox.
Her eyes glowed as she lit the match on fire, and dropped it casually on the bed.
It lit up immediately, flames sparking and spreading all over the room. Dumping the body on the side of the room, Marinette gathered her belongings and climbed up to the vent in her room.
She wrinkled her nose at the smell.
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Five months and twenty-six days later, Marinette had a steady job at Wayne Enterprises, which was being the entire family’s professional designer.
It suited her well, and Marinette could say she definitely enjoyed it.
That was, until she ran into an old acquaintance of hers. Specifically, someone she thought was dead.
To be exact, Jason Todd.
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It was a regular day for Marinette.
Until, Mr. Wayne told her she was going to meet the entire Wayne family, suddenly deciding to get a new wardrobe from her.
Completely flabbergasted, Marinette couldn’t find it in herself to refuse, especially with the price Mr. Wayne offered.
She had just finished with Mr. Grayson’s measurements and told him to call the next person in.
That was when he walked in.
He looked a bit older (obviously) but he was just as handsome as ever, and some of the light that was absent in his eyes before, was shining now.
Marinette, who was drinking a sip of water as he walked in, choked on her drink, coughing madly.
Immediately, he launched himself towards her, rubbing her back.
“Are you okay?” he asked her, and all Marinette could register was that he even soundedthe same.
“Holy shit,” Marinette swore. “Jason? Is that you?”
His head snapped back and suddenly Marinette was staring into his familiar blue eyes.
“Marinette?” he gasped, taking a few steps back.
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“How are you alive?” Marinette sputtered, unable to believe that this was theJason Todd. How did she not know this?
Completely ignoring her question, Jason asked her one of his own. “What are you doing here?”
“Answer me, first.” Marinette shot him a dangerous glare; something she had perfected in her years at the League of Assassins.
“It’s a long story,” Jason said sheepishly, rubbing the back of his neck.
Marinette scoffed. “You conned me into thinking you were dead for eleven months. I have time.”
of broken windows and bloody vigilantes | dickinette
Word Count: +1.7k
summary: marinette wanted to have one quiet night. instead, she got an injured nightwing and a smug red hood.
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Marinette had just put her chocolate chip cookies in the oven when she heard the familiar tapping on her window.
Rushing over to it, Marinette gulped hoping that somehowthis time, maybeJason wasn’t hurt. He was one of her best friends and being Ladybug for a good part of her teenage years, it didn’t take Marinette long to figure out he was Red Hood. His excuses were pathetic so the pieces weren’t difficult to put together.
To be honest, though, she was kind of expecting it. Marinette remembered the first time she met Jason. He was Red Hood.
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Some piece of shit decided that he was going to attack Marinette, so obviously, she had to teach him somemanners.
Marinette ducked as he swing his fist at her, and kicked him hard, right where it hurt.
As he was groaning, clutching his stomach, Marinette kicked him directly on the head, and her assailant was knocked out cold.
“You can come out now,” she called out, already sensing the presence behind her with her mysticalpowers.
Red Hood walked out from the shadows and Marinette cringed at his ridiculousoutfit. A tin can? Seriously?
“Wow,” he said, surprise evident in his tone.
Marinette scowled at him. “What is that even supposed to mean? Have you never seen a woman who can defend herself?”
“No, I mean-” Red Hood fumbled for an answer. After a few seconds, he gave up, sighing heavily and saying, “I meant that I’ve never seen anyonetake out a person so quickly.”
Marinette shrugged, flipping her hair. “I guess I’m just special.”
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Now that Marinette thought about it, that was probably what prompted Jason to try and get to know her.
Once he did, well, after that, it was smooth flying.
The two of them were friends, nothing more. But, their dynamic could also be defined as Jason making sure Marinette ate and drank, while she made sure he didn’t do anything stupid that could get him potentially killed.
It worked.
As Marinette put down her mittens on the table and beganto hurry through the window, a fist punched through the glass and opened the handle.
Red Hood jumped in, with a body in his arms.
“Excuse you?” Marinette asked hotly. “Why would you punch through my window with a bodywith you? Hood, we’ve discussed this-”
The body groaned and Marinette froze.
It took her a few seconds to realize that the person was, in fact, alive.
“Jason?” The man mumbled, trying and failing to get up. “Where are we?”
“Oh my kwami,” Marinette looked at Jason, who was unmasked now. “Jason, is that your brother?”
Said man, who was unmasked now, nodded. “It’s Nightwing and he’s injured. He got shoved through some walls and fell and I didn’t know where else to go-”
Marinette shut him up with quick instructions, already mentally preparing the spells she would need to patch Nightwing up.
“Jason put him on the couch and get the first-aid kit.”
Quickly complying, Marinette hurried over to the man now lying on her couch, wincing as she saw the extent of his wounds.
He had a lot of scratches, two large gashes - one on his stomach and the other on his chest and some broken ribs.
“I’ve got the first-aid kit!” Jason called out, as he entered the room.
He looked a little less worried than before, probably relieved because he got his brother some help.
Marinette pulled out some bandages to put on the relatively small scratches and as she did so, her patient seemed to regain consciousness.
“Jason?” he called out.
Immediately, Jason was at his side. “Hey Dickie, don’t worry, I’ve gotten some help.”
‘Dickie’ attempted to sit up once again and Jason looked like he wanted to help, so Marinette cut in before either of them could make the wounds worse.
“You should stay still,” she advised, still prepping. “Don’t want to make those wounds worse.”
“Who are you?”
In any other situation, Marinette would have been offended, but considering the fact that he was a superhero who had to keep his identity safe, she didn’t bother herself about it.
“I’m Jason’s friend,” she said, looking him over. “And I’m going to need you to take off your shirt.”
“You know,” he said with a hint of humour, and instinct told Marinette he was about to make a dirty joke. “Usually, we do the deed after the dates, not before them.”
Jason groaned, in disgust, most likely, while Marinette rolled her eyes.
But only after a few seconds though; she was caught off guard by how deep it was. Oops?
It suddenly occurred to Marinette that she couldn’t clean the wounds on his face if his mask was still on.
“And you’re also going to have to take your mask off.”
His humorous (read: attractive) laugh cut off abruptly. “Excuse me?”
Marinette sighed, already knowing what this was about. “I have no intention of exploiting your identity, I make a decent amount of money so don’t be worried.”
He looked at Jason who nodded casually.
“She’s safe,” he said, and Marinette smiled slightly. She knew Jason trusted her but a little confirmation was always nice.
Nightwing gave an exasperated sigh, mumbling 'you should have just taken me to the Batcave’ before pulling off his mask.
Well, shit.
Marinette was notexpecting him to, frankly, be so utterly hot.
Jason had told her a little about each of his brothers; Nightwing was the oldest (about her age), single and Jason had made it no secret he was trying to get them together, but what he had convenientlymanaged to leave out was that his oldest brother was ridiculously attractive.
“Er, you okay?” Nightwing asked.
Marinette realized she had been caught staring and quickly put herself to work again.
“Yeah…” she said, scrambling for an excuse. “I just didn’t realize Nightwing was my age.”
Jason shot her an odd look, probably knowing he’d told her everyone’s ages.
It took him a few seconds to realize exactly why and Marinette was sure her flaming cheeks were a dead giveaway.
“So,” Jason said in a tone she didn’t like. “Once you patch him up, Di-”
He caught himself quickly, and Marinette had a feeling he was going to say his brother’s real name.
Clearly, She was right because Nightwing glared at his brother.
“My brother,” Jason corrected hastily, “Will need some clothes. Mari, as resourceful you are I’m sureyou don’t have any clothes in his size so I’ll just have to run back to the Batcave and get it; see ya!”
And just like that, he left.
Marinette glared at the back of his head because he knewshe had clothes in every size for every gender. She was a fashion designer, it was to be expected.
Jason had left them alone because he had suddenlydecided that it was the perfecttime for the two of them to get to know each other.
He texted her as much, and Marinette was sure he was doing it while he was running on roofs.
The little idiot.
Nightwing winced as Marinette dabbed the swab over his face. “Ouch,” he mumbled.
Marinette shot him an apologetic smile as she continued to do so. “I’m afraid I can’t do anything about the pain.”
They sat in silence for a few minutes, Nightwing’s grunts of pain occasionally breaking it.
Eventually, he was the first one to speak. “Jason’s told us a lot about you. Actually, everything but your name.”
Marinette shot him a smirk. Anything to distract him from the pain he was most definitely feeling. “Is that your way of asking me my name, so you can track me down?”
Nightwing offered her a falsely innocent smile. “Maybe you’re right about the first part. I didn’t even think about the second part, though.”
“Marinette.” She said, after a few seconds of silence.
Shooting her a dazzling smile, Nightwing said, “Well, Marinette, it’s nice to meet you. My name’s Richard but you can call me Dick.”
Marinette shot him a smile of her own.
“Well, Dick,” she repeated, “It’s lovely to meet you too. Now, I’m going to need you to take off your suit, so I can take care of the rest of you.”
She punctuated her statement with one last delicate press on his face and looked at him expectantly.
“I still stand by what I said before,” said Dick with a smirk as he pulled off the top part of his suit.
Marinette answered after a few seconds, mesmerized by his sculpted chest.
“I’m sure once you’re patched up, I can whip up some dinner. Will that do?” Marinette asked airily as she cleaned his wounds.
Dick pretended to think about it for a moment before answering. “That depends.”
“On?”
Marinette cringed as Dick choked on air as she cleaned a particularly deep wound.
“On what you make for dinner.”
Marinette shot him a teasing grin. “I assure you, you will like it.”
Dick cocked an eyebrow at her. “And how do you know that?”
“Just a lucky guess,” Marinette hedged as she cleaned his chest. It really wasgodly.
Dick rolled his eyes.
“Okay, you can sit up now.” Marinette held his arms tightly as if she had done it a million times before.
Easing himself up, Dick stared at Marinette suddenly struck by her beauty. Even at this late hour - it was nearing midnight - she looked absolutely breath-taking.
Jason would be happy, he thought with a wry grin. His brother hadn’t been very subtle about meeting his friend, but each time Dick refused with some excuse or the other.
He was regretting doing that now; he would have met Marinette much sooner if he hadn’t made those excuses.
Without even realizing it, the two of them leaned closer and closer until their noses were almost touching.
“Is this okay?” Dick breathed softly.
Marinette nodded, and almost immediately, his lips slanted over hers.
It wasn’t like the usual fireworks that exploded once you kissed someone; it was a kiss that felt like you were returning home, to the place where unconditional love always waited for you.
Dick’s hands wound up on Marinette’s face as hers tangled in his hair, and things were getting heateduntil something - or someone - interrupted them.
“Oh my god, this was not what I was expecting-” Jason stood at the doorway, clothes in hand as he covered his eyes with the other.
Dick scowled at his brother. He had terrible timing. “Well, what wereyou expecting when you left us like that?”
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1.dead | angst, angst, angst y'all
summary: jason and marinette break up. marinette leaves. she doesn’t make it.
2.the new suit | fluff, jason being adorable
summary: marinette wants to make jason a new suit. jason accidentally puts his knives in her fabric. oops?
3.the protection suits | fluff, humour
summary: jason will never condemn another protection suit ever again.
4.the graveyard | angst
summary: he needed a way to tell marinette he was sorry. that he was sorry for not telling her about him. that he was sorry for missing their dates. that he was sorry he was the reason they broke up. that he was the reason she was dead.
5.game on | fluff, humour, damian being a simp for marinette
summary: damian and jason schedule a fight…again.
6.the fairytale of how we met | fluff
summary: alicia wants her mommy to tell her the story of how she and daddy met.
7.trust | a teensy weensy bit of angst, fluff
summary: red hood asks ladybug to trust him and promptly jumps off a building.
8.hurt | fluff, humour, jason being ridiculously overdramatic
summary: “you what?” shrieked jason. “are you hurt? is it bleeding? do you need a doctor? or a hospital?”
9.pixie & bluejay | fluff, angst, marinette’s too cute
summary: jason smiled at her – a real one. “then, you’re my pixie,” he decided.
10.mornings | fluff, angst
summary: jason and marinette’s morning.
11.and they were roommates | angst, fluff, meet-cute
summary: the title says it all
12.enemies | humour, enemies to lovers
summary: lady noire met red hood – another not-so-welcomed vigilante like her in gotham. you would expect the two of them to hit it off, maybe work together, but it was the complete opposite. it was hate at first sight.
13.coffee puns | fluff, humour, meet-cute
summary: “i dare you to go to that man there,” alya pointed at an, admittedly, handsome man, “and ask him out on a date using puns.” alya finished her dare with a smug smirk.
14.chloe bourgeois | chloe being chloe, fluff
summary: “so, you’re the one bugginette’s been dating?” asked chloe bourgeois, marinette’s best friend.
15.moving on | angst, hurt and a little comfort
summary: “oh,” tim quietened down and jason relished the silence. until, well, dick apparently snatched the phone from tim and screeched, “marinette’s a ghost!”
moving on | jasonette
Word Count: +1.3k
summary: “oh,” tim quietened down and jason relished the silence. until, well, dick apparently snatched the phone from tim and screeched, “marinette’s a ghost!”
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Jason walked out of the graveyard feeling a palpable sense of loss and yet…yet, he felt lighter than before.
And for the first time, since he came to Paris, he actuallylooked around. His loss hit him harder, but in some ways, it made him feel a little better too – it reminded him of Marinette.
He smiled wistfully as he remembered the times Marinette would gush about Paris and how beautiful it was. Jason could see the appeal now.
He only wished Marinette was there.
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An hour later, as he walked into his hotel room, Jason saw that he had 283 missed calls from literally every single member of his family.
He had left his phone here so that he didn’t have to deal with the constant phone calls he would have definitelygotten.
Jason picked up his phone and sighed as he waited for it to start calling.
As soon as it started ringing, the phone was picked up by a hystericalTim screaming, “FINALLY! Why didn’t you pick up the goddamnphone?”
Jason huffed, his voice raspy. “Becauseidiot, I left it in the room. Now is there a reason why you’re screeching like a banshee in my ear?”
“Oh,” Tim quietened down and Jason relished the silence. Until, well, Dick apparently snatched the phone from Tim and screeched, “Marinette’s a ghost!”
Jason sat up straight. “What the hell, Dick? That’s not even funny.”
He heard Barbara’s voice in the background. “Dick, you idiot, we toldyou not to tell him like that.”
“Can someone tell me what is going o-” Jason was interrupted by Tim, who said, “Check your email – I’ve mailed you a video.”
Setting his phone aside, Jason opened his laptop and clicked on the mail. It was a video…from a camera near the graveyard.
What the hell?
“Whywere you spyingon me?” Jason asked into the phone, outraged.
He heard Damian snort. “Why, Todd? Because we were-”
“-worried about you!” Dick finished.
“I wasn’t going to say that!” Damian yelled.
“I know,” said Dick, apparently exasperated. “That’s why I interrupted you. Anyway, have you watched the video yet, Jay?”
Jason involuntarily flinched. That was what Mari used to call him.
“No, not yet,” he said, voice raspy.
He heard Tim sigh on the other side of the line. “Then watch it already!”
When Jason clicked on the video, he had to make sure he wasn’t seeing things.
It showed him walking into the graveyard with about a hundred other ghostly people watching him!
“This is not some elaborate prank it is?” Jason suddenly asked.
Dick huffed into the phone. “Do you really think we’d actually dosomething like that?”
“Point.” Jason conceded and unpaused the video.
It showed him putting the flowers and…Jason rubbed his eyes to make sure it wasn’t a figment of his imagination.
Marinetteas a ghost was watching him.
“What the actual fu-”
“Language, Jason,” said Bruce.
“Is this for real?” Jason asked, still watching the video intently.
“Yes. I’ve been looking through the JL files for something that would tell us why wecan see it and not others but I haven’t found anything yet.”
Jason sighed as he tipped his chair onto its hind legs. “All right, call me up when you do.”
For once, Jason appreciated Bruce’s ability to read situations as he said, “You’ll be the first one to know if we find anything,” he confirmed.
There was an awkward pause, and in a much gentler tone, Bruce said, “Get some sleep, Jason. Give yourself sometime to process this.” And he hung up.
And for the first time since Marinette died, Jason felt the semblance of a realsmile break out on his face.
It was nice to know Bruce cared.
◇─◇──◇─◇
The next morning, Jason felt sufficiently refreshed and watched the video Tim sent him with a clearer eye.
He noticed that if he looked closelyhe could see faint outlines of the other ghosts flickering in and out.
So. This only applies to the people who I know.
That was interesting.
As he walked down to breakfast, Jason made an effort to not let his hopes get up. The chances were slim that Marinette would be coming back to life.
For the rest of the day, he toured around Paris – mainly the places Marinette loved. A kind of tribute to her, in a way.
First, he saw the Eiffel Tower, then a small coffee shop by the Seine and finally the Louvre.
He visited her parents, too. It was awkward to say the least.
But after Jason explained his reason for being there (I want to know more about Marinette; about her childhood, everything before we met) the ice was soon broken and before he knew it, they were going through memories of Marinette’s childhood.
And as they went through every memory, Jason sawwhy Marinette loved her parents as much as she did.
Tom & Sabine Dupain-Cheng were one of the kindest people you would ever meet. Yes, Marinette’s death had caused a wound that would never truly heal but they didn’t let that affect their life to the point where they felt there was no need to live anymore.
They managed to see the light in everything and that was what Jason appreciated the most.
When he reached his hotel room that night, his laptop rung almost immediately with a call from Tim.
As soon as he clicked on acceptTim’s voice – unusually hesitant – came over. “Jason,” he said – and Jason felt an odd sense of foreboding when he heard that. As if there was news, just not good news. “We have some news about Marinette.”
Despite his utmost efforts, Jason couldn’t help it when his heart beat faster. “Yeah?” he said, hoping his voice didn’t reveal what he was feeling.
Apparently, he had succeeded because Tim’s voice was much stronger when he spoke this time. “Bruce called Zatanna for her help because she knows a lot about magic. And…”
He trailed off.
Jason waited, listening for an answer. “And?” he prompted.
“Well, uh-” Tim mumbled.
He knew it.
“She said, Dupain-Cheng is not coming back,” said Damian with his usual bluntness, only in a tone that Jason would consider gentle.
“Damian!” Jason heard Dick yelp. “You didn’t have to say it like that!”
Before Damian could respond, Jason inhaled sharply. “It’s alright, Dick. I think I was kind of expecting this.”
“You were?” Dick asked cautiously, obviously afraid Jason might go suicidal.
Not that he could blame him, Jason thought wryly. He hadn’t been the most mentally stable people over the last few months, had he?
“Yeah.”
At their silence, Jason felt the need to explain himself. “I guess, it all started when I came here to visit,” he explained, trying to say what he felt in words. “I visited Marinette’s grave and all the places she liked. Then her parents. I guess…I guess, it gave me a kind of closure. The closure that I needed.”
Jason spread his hands helplessly when no one said anything. “I can’t really explain it better than that.”
“That’s very…insightful, Jason,” He didn’t even know Bruce was there. “I think I understand what you’re saying to some extent.”
Exhaling, Jason suddenly felt drained. Maybe that took more thought than he had realized.
“I want to stay in Paris for some more time,” he said, wanting to get thatover with as soon as possible.
“Absolutely,” Dick said firmly, as if daring anyone to disagree with him. “Stay as long as you need, little brother.”
Jason didn’t even realize he was crying until he felt the tears on his face.
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As he went to bed that night, Marinette’s death hit Jason harder than ever, but instead of the overwhelming loss he had expected…Jason felt hopeful.
Maybe, just maybe, he would move on. Not get over Marinette, absolutely not.
But he could follow Tom and Sabine and try to move on.
chloe bourgeois | jasonette
Word Count: +0.7k
summary: “so, you’re the one bugginette’s been dating?” asked chloe bourgeois, marinette’s best friend.
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“So,you’rethe one Bugginette’s been dating?” asked Chloe Bourgeois, Marinette’s best friend.
Jason nodded hesitantly, resisting the urge to cower behind his girlfriend.
“Hmm…” Chloe – should he say Ms. Bourgeois? Jason wasn’t sure if he needed permission to call her Chloe – scrutinized him. “Mari, I’m going to need you to leave.”
Turning around, Marinette took one look at him, and that was all Jason needed to know. She was finding this situation funny. There was nothingfunny here!
Here he was, meeting her best friend for the first time (what if she didn’t like him?) and Marinette found it funny?
“Sure, Chlo,” Marinette said, giggling. “Just don’t scare Jason away, will you?”
Chloe simply huffed.
Jason didn’t dignify that with an answer – he was nervousnot scared. There was a difference.
Nevertheless, he still felt jittery when Marinette kissed him on the cheek and turned on her heel to mignle with someone else at the party.
“Right,” said Chloe, snapping him out of his panic. “I’m going to need to know what you plan to do with Mari.”
Jason blinked at her. Wasn’t the answer obvious? “I want to date her, and if she says yes, I’ll marry her too.”
He nearly yelped when Chloe shoved her face close to his and looked at him with icy eyes.
After what felt like hours(and probably washours), she finally backed away a satisfied smirk at her lips. “Okay. You passed that test. I could tell you were being honest.”
Jason finally let himself breath the air he was depriving himself of.
“But that’s not the end, you know.” Chloe said amusedly.
Ah, shit.
Jason stiffened up all over again, wondering when this ‘test’ would be over.
He felt like an experiment, and Chloe was the one experimenting on him.
Manning up, Jason cleared his throat. “So, what’s the next question?”
“He speaks for himself!” Chloe mused to herself, apparently not caring if he heard or not. “There isno ‘next question’”
Jason eyed her curiously. “What’s that supposed to mean?”
She took a step forward and jabbed a pointed finger (seriously,those nails were sharp!) into his chest. “It means if you everhurt Marinette, I’ll make you pay. And I don’t mean in the ‘beat you up’ kind of way.”
High-maintenance.Good to know.
“I’ll hire someone to murder you and make your body disappear,” What followed that were a series of ways he mightget murdered, and Jason did not care to repeat them, “And then wipe alltraces of you so that the only place you exist will be in memory,” she finished her threat with a satisfied smirk at his horrified expression.
“Are we clear?” Chloe asked as if nothing was amiss.
Jason managed a nod because what the hell? How does sheevenknowthat kind of stuff?
“Good,” she said with satisfaction. “But you areone of the better guys Marinette has had the sense to date. As much as I hate to admit it.”
At least she approved of him on some level.
Realizing she was waiting for him to speak, Jason said, “That’s…err, nice to know?” It sounded more of a question than a statement.
“Finally!” Jason jumped when he heard Marinette’s voice next his ear. “Someonewho Chloe approves of.”
Though, when she saw his expression, Marinette frowned. “Chloe? What did you do to Jason?”
Smiling sweetly, the Bourgeois heir said, “Nothing. I just told him what would happen if he hurt you.”
Marinette scoffed when she saw Chloe’s innocent expression. “That’s notnothing at all.”
“Don’t worry,” she said, turning to him. “Chloe was just exaggerating, wasn’t she?”
Grumbling, Chloe acquiesced. “Fine. But I willhurt you if you hurt her.”
“That’s perfectly fair,” Jason felt a lot lighter now that he didn’t have a death threat above him.
“Now,” Marinette beamed at them like a proud mother. “Introduce yourselves please.”
Chloe held out a hand, rolling her eyes. “Chloe Bourgeois, it was…okayto meet you.”
“Jason Todd,” replied Jason, shaking her hand.
◇─◇──◇─◇
As they walked to their apartment that night, Marinette kissed him.
“What was that for?” Jason asked, surprised.
Marinette smiled at him. “For not running away when Chloe…threatened you.”
Jason shrugged. “I understood where she was coming from.”
“Yeah, well, the others who I dated didn’t.” Marinette wrapped her arms around his waist. “It’s nice to know you won’t go running.”
“I won’t. Ever,” breathed Jason, afraid to shatter the atmosphere they had created.
“I love you,” Marinette sighed as she rested her head against his chest.
Jason dropped his head until it was in line with her ear. “I love you too.”
coffee puns | jasonette
Word Count: +0.5k
summary: “i dare you to go to that man there,” alya pointed at an, admittedly, handsome man, “and ask him out on a date using puns.” alya finished her dare with a smug smirk.
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“I dare you to…”
Marinette eyed her best friend with a healthy amount of cautiousness. Alya could be extremely…daringwhen it came to giving dares.
The two of them were playing a game of Truth or Dare in a coffee shop – she knows, notthe ideal place but they were bored.
“I dare you to go to that man there,” Alya pointed at an, admittedly, handsome man, “And ask him out on a date-”
Marinette waited for the other shoe to drop – there was literally no way Alya was going to let her get off so easy. Because, like, even if she wasn’t dared, Marinette would definitely ask him out.
“-using puns.” Alya finished her dare with a smug smirk.
Marinette groaned loudly and pointed an accusing finger at her. “I can’t believe you’re-”
She paused when she saw her dark-haired (with a shock of white) turn around – curious to see who made that noise.
“-actually going to make me do that.” Marinette continued in a significantlysofter voice.
Alya grinned at her – wickedly, she might add. “That’s the point, Mari.” She sing-songed.
Her best friend made her hands into a shooing motion. “Now go. You gotta ask someone out, girl!”
Marinette huffed and dragged herself behind the man as he waited for the person in front of him.
Pausing, she made a mental list of all the coffee-themed puns she could use and took a deep breath.
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Jason turned around when he felt a light finger tap him on the shoulder.
He wasn’t exactly surprised to see the girl who groaned before behind him, grinning.
She said, “I seem to like you a latte.”
Jason’s eyebrows shot up. He was expecting somekind of flirting, but definitely not thiskind. Nevertheless, he played along, “Really? And who would you be?”
The female giggled. “Marinette,”
“Well, now, Marinette,” Jason bowed gallantly, “My name is Jason. And may I add you are brew-tiful?” He even added a wink on for a good measure.
Marinette’s eyes brightened as he set the unspoken challenge. “It seems like we’re the blend then, aren’t we?”
His response was interrupted when the bored barista at the counter said, “If you two are done flirting, could you please order? There areothers behind you, you know.”
Jason turned around, giving a half-hearted apology and placed his order. He turned to ask Marinette what she wanted. “Do you want to order anything?”
Marinette nodded and gave him her order.
Once they got their steaming cups of coffee, she grinned. “Thanks a latte, Jason.”
Jason resisted the urge to one-up her and instead asked, “Would you like to go on a date with me? A real one, this time, not as a dare.”
Marinette grinned at him sheepishly. “When did you figure that out?”
“Wasn’t that difficult, seeing as your friend isn’t quitethat quiet.” Jason stifled a laugh when her cheeks pinked a little.
“Actually, I would like that very much.” Marinette dug around for something in her purse. She scribbled something on the paper she pulled out and handed it to him. “Here’s my number. Call me up, yeah?”
Jason nodded and she grinned brightly at him. “Guess I’ll be seeing you around, hot stuff.”
He couldn’t stop the grin that spread across his face when he heard that.
She couldn’t resist the last pun, could she?
deceiving carbon copies | jasonette
word count: +1k
summary: dick liked to think of himself as someone who could be as happy as possible after the death of quite possibly — not to be biased — his favourite brother.
a/n: i can’t believe i got this out so quickly.
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part 1
Dick liked to think of himself as someone who could be as happy as possible after the death of quite possibly — not to be biased — his favourite brother.
That was biased, wasn’t it?
But at any rate, Dick had tried to recover to the best of his ability, while, simultaneously hoping Bruce didn’t kill every poor, morally grey (as Jason would say) individual he came across in the depths of the night.
Quite a lot to hope for, but Dick was nothing if not optimistic and — in Jason’s words — ‘overly’ enthusiastic.
Though, he was still working on the last one; it had become a bit harder to be his 'usual’ self after Jason’s death.
In fact, when his dead brother’s carbon copy showed up with an admittedly pretty woman, Dick was in the painful, long process of moving on.
It’s also probably the reason why he launched himself off the couch and tackled the carbon copy swearing up a storm at him. It was about time Damian learnt the language of the adults, even though Dick was sure he had quite a substantial knowledge of it already based on all the ’shits’ and ’dumbasses’ he had heard over the years.
“Who,” Dick spat, his vision tinted slightly red “Do you think you are?”
The blue eyes — this guy had gone a lot of effort to look like his brother, Dick would admit — of the carbon copy stared at him with a light that was achingly familiar, one he had seen in Jason’s eyes billions of times.
That, of course, only served to make him angrier, and Dick clutched onto the intruder’s neck even harder.
“Answer me,” he hissed, anger darkening his eyes until they were a stormy greyish-blue.
The carbon copy was starting to look more than a little panicked now, scrabbling his hands in the air helplessly, choking on his words.
It was too bad there wasn’t anyone else in the room stopping Dick from killing the deceiving waste of space before him.
Or so he thought.
The woman who had been standing beside the door before, the one who had accompanied the carbon copy, moved to the rolling pair with astonishing speed, and a few seconds later, Dick felt small but strong hands pulling him away from his target.
Anger rising to new heights, he tried to attack the woman too, but her height proved to be an advantage here, ducking his punches and using her immense strength — where did she even get that from? It felt like tiny little hands were pushing him up in the air — to throw him on the couch, leaving him with no real injuries.
Helping the disgrace to humanity stand up, the woman turned to Dick with an attractive smirk pasted on her face. “Whatever possessed you to do that should possess you more often.”
Pointing at her imposter companion, she continued, “This guy seriously pisses me off sometimes, especially with his inability to keep his hands to himself.”
Dear God, he did not need to know that.
Sitting up with a slightly pained groan, Dick muttered, “Too much information — I don’t even know who you are.”
He had come to the divine realisation that if he was going to get rid of the copy — permanently — he needed to keep his cool and use his wits to achieve his goals.
Tim’s lessons on networking and manipulating people into doing what you want would have been very useful right about now, but at that moment, Dick was seriously regretting his decision to not pay attention.
“Like I said before,” Jason’s copy said, “I am Jason Todd, your brother extraordinaire.”
Feeling that burning anger itching to get out now, Dick forced himself to scoff uncaringly. “As if. My brother is dead.”
“Although,” Dick said, appraising the copy. “I do appreciate the effort you went to look like my brother. I’m sure he would be flattered.”
The last sentence was a bitter reminder that this person — no matter how much he resembled Jason — was not his brother.
But that niggling little thing in the back of his mind wouldn’t let him believe that completely.
This person’s mannerisms were way too similar to Jason’s for it to be the product of dedicated practice.
“You know,” the woman said, speaking to Jason-not-Jason. “If you want him to believe you, you’re going to have to prove it, right?”
“By the way,” she said, turning to Dick. “I’m Marinette. You’re brother’s…partner, for lack of a better word.”
Dick made a face at the implication of the word 'partner’ which resulted in the woman rolling her eyes.
“Not in that way, idiot,” she said, “Jason said your family can help me with my situation back home. I have no romantic feelings for him whatsoever.”
It was pretty clear she was lying to herself and everyone else, but Dick didn’t want to pop her bubble because he knew all too well how it felt.
“Whatever you say,” Dick said, looking at her curiously.
Smile stretching painfully across his face, Dick said, “You claim to be my brother. I think, as your 'partner’ said, you should prove to me that you’re Jason.”
“Otherwise,” Dick added sharply. “If you are Jason, you’ll know how painful it is to get shot in the stomach.”
He gave a sour smirk at the end of his sentence.
Dick was nearly convinced by the realistic look of panic on Jason 2.0’s face, but he tried to hide his emotions as best as he could.
“Fine,” Jason 2.0 said, looking at Dick reflectively. “Remember that time when we thought it would be a good idea to skateboard down the staircases?”
Dick felt like someone was choking him because there was no way this was happening.
How was it even possible?
“And we decided to race down?” Jason continued, eyes slightly glassy now. “Tim and Demon-Spawn were recording us to see who would win.”
Jason let out a watery laugh. “We ended up having two broken fingers and twisted ankles. We couldn’t go on patrol for weeks.”
Dick stared at Jason. “How— how are you even alive?”
“It’s a long story,” Jason said with a familiar smirk. “But first—”
“But first,” Marinette — that was her name right? — said, eyes blazing. “I think you told me you were going to help me.”
“So,” she continued, facing the two of them now. “Let me reintroduce myself.”
handsome strangers and unwise deals
word count: +1.4k
summary: marinette gave the man sitting before her - jason todd, he said his name was, and then looked at her as if she was supposed to know who he was - an unimpressed look as she sipped on her sixth coffee of the day.
a/n: i wrote all of this for one line at the end. i need help with jason.
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part 2
Jason liked to think of himself as a mentally stable, dependable person.
Sure, he had died a few months ago, and sure, he was probably going to go insane from the Lazarus Pits, but, Jason was absolutely certain that he was still all of the things stated above.
Oh, and one more thing to add — he also liked to be positive and optimistic.
Quite like Dick actually.
He absolutely had that quality now — not like dying made him a tad bit negative, or, you know, jaded.
Yep, those were the qualities that defined Jason Todd.
Marinette looked at Jason with more than a little bit of worry and horror.
Kwami, what had this man been through?
Honestly, if he was a nutcase and Marinette had wasted her time by picking him up from the side of the road, she was going to throw a temper tantrum.
In her opinion, it was completely justified too.
She had had a terrible day, with Audrey yelling at her as soon as she walked into the office and with Hawkmoth deciding to akumatize her, with Marinette as her subject of anger.
It had been quite a feat if Marinette could say so herself, that she managed to escape from the akumatized version of Audrey.
Not without a few broken ribs, but you had to make a few sacrifices for the ‘greater good' right?
At least, that’s what Fu told her, each and every time she went to see him for advice.
It was beginning to get a bit annoying, especially when Marinette was nearing a time when she would probably have to move out of Paris if she was going to live the rest of her life.
Hawkmoth needed to be done with before that, otherwise, Marinette would be stuck in Paris, fighting a stupid villain who couldn’t get over his stupid obsession.
Marinette had promised herself to smack the man around as much as she could if she found out who he was.
Scratch that.
Making it when.
That’s right, in case you didn’t know, being positive was most definitely Marinette’s best skill in life.
Or call it false hope.
Whatever worked.
But, back to the point, if the man Marinette had spontaneously decided — certainly not with a lot of cajoling and maybe a little guilt-tripping from Tikki — to pick up from the side of the road, turned out to be someone who needed to be checked into an insane asylum, that was it.
Marinette was going to quit her job, quit her superhero duties and turn into a reclusive hermit.
Synonyms, she knows, but it just made her all the more dramatic, which was what she was going for right now.
“You need help.”
Marinette gave the man sitting before her — Jason Todd, he said his name was, and then looked at her as if she was supposed to know who he was — an unimpressed look as she sipped on her sixth coffee of the day.
She was probably going to regret it, especially this late in the night, but she couldn’t particularly bring herself to care.
Jason laughed — it sounded slightly hysterical — and leaned forward. “Oh, absolutely. I don’t deny that. But, you asked me who I was, and I explained.”
The silent message was clear: it was up to her whether she believed him or not.
Marinette decided two could play this game and leaned forward too until she was inches away from Jason’s face.
If she moved just a little closer, they would be kissing, but, there would be another time for that.
Adrien hadn’t been particularly satisfying while they were dating and often, Marinette had been subjected to help herself — if you catch her drift. After their break-up, there simply wasn’t enough time to 'help herself’ or just, you know, date someone.
If what Jason said about himself was true, then he, too, had been stuck in a dry spell like her.
What was the TikTok again?
Two best friends in a room…they might kiss or something like that.
Change the 'best friends’ to 'strangers’ and you’d basically be describing the two of them at that moment.
Pushing aside those thoughts, for now, Marinette looked challengingly into Jason’s jaded blue eyes and said, “Well, would you believe me if I said I was the one and only Ladybug, superheroine of Paris?”
Jason leaned even closer until there was barely an inch in between the two of them.
“I would.”
Each word hit her hard until Marinette was staring at him dizzily, hunger evident in her eyes.
So maybe she was a little insane too, thinking about things with a complete stranger she had picked up off the road.
What would her mother say?
Marinette could already sense Tikki’s disapproving eyes on her back, but at that moment, she didn’t particularly care especially when Jason’s soft-looking lips crashed onto hers.
That night, Marinette learned three things: one, Jason had a lot of stamina for whatever reasons, two, he was very enhanced in certain departments and three, her bed was one resilient thing.
The next morning, Marinette awoke to be wrapped in Jason’s arms to an almost suffocating degree and yet the man himself was still deeply asleep.
As she attempted to wriggle from underneath his iron band-like arms, Marinette called Jason a few choice words, none of which convinced the still asleep man to let go of her.
Eventually, Marinette was forced to stop fighting and stay in her current position, which, was admittedly quite comfortable.
That didn’t mean she had to be happy about it.
“You know you could have just woken me up, right?” Jason's deliciously sleep-ridden voice murmured in her ear.
Some parts of Marinette heated up, but mustering up all the dignity she had after last night, all Marinette said was, “I know.”
It was silent for a few moments before she spoke again. “But haven’t you heard it’s impolite to wake your hook-up before they actually do wake up?”
The breath was knocked out of her lungs when Jason flipped her onto her back, blue eyes alight with something Marinette had acquainted herself with last night.
It was quite a satisfying morning.
A few weeks later, Marinette and Jason were subtly getting off a plane to Gotham, Marinette scrolling through her phone while Jason got their suitcases.
You might be wondering — how did that happen?
Simple, really.
Jason claimed he knew people from his past life that could help Marinette and her Hawkmoth situation, but in return, he wanted her to accompany him while he reacquainted himself with his family.
After much consideration with Tikki and the other Kwamis, Marinette accepted his offer.
Having some semblance of trust in him now, Marinette waited patiently as Jason got their suitcases, rechecking that the miraculous box was with her.
She didn’t trust Jason that much to let him know of its existence.
How would she even bring it up?
Hey Jason, I forgot to mention this earlier — certainly not because I didn’t trust you — but, basically, I turn into Ladybug because of these flying creatures—
Jason’s arrival snapped her out of her thoughts.
“So,” Marinette said, as she called for a taxi. “Where exactly are you dragging me?”
“Oh, you’ll see,” Jason said, smirking.
He proceeded to direct the taxi to a location that left the driver so gobsmacked, Marinette was afraid that he was accidentally going to kill them.
“I swear to god Todd,” she muttered, looking at the now-slightly green driver. “If I die because of you, I’ll haunt you for the rest of your miserable little life.”
Jason shrugged, looking outside with something like nostalagia. “Sure. It’ll be nice to have some constant company anyway.”
Marinette rolled her eyes, turning to look outside as well.
When they arrived at the house — or mansion, would be a more apt definition, Jason paid the driver with Marinette's money — tipping him too! — and pulled a protesting Marinette out of the car.
She wasn’t an endless pocket of money like Gabriel Agreste.
Walking into the gates and the heavily-technology-guarded door, Jason walked in dramatically, with Marinette flanking him from behind.
Jason barely gave Marinette time to marvel over their surroundings before he was dragging her to a set of double-doors, slamming the door open with a loud bang.
The occupants of the room, varying in ages, stared at Jason like they had seen a ghost.
Which, Marinette thought dryly, wasn’t too far off.
“Surprise!,” Jason yelled loudly, hands flailing about dramatically. “I’m back from the dead! Isn’t that exciting?"
Jasonette July Day 1- First Meeting
Jason first meet his future wife was when he had broke out of his own grave 6 months after his death by Joker’s hands. Marinette was in Gotham for a commission for Jagged Stone.
She had gone out to get more thread and happened upon the revived body of Jason. She had tried to reassure and comfort him by saying everything was going to be fine and she was gonna get him to the hospital as soon as possible.
But Jason with his head all murkey says no hospitals and was actively trying to resist going. So being the good person she is, she takes him back to the appartment she was using as a her home/work place.
Marinette lied him down on her sofa and started to get to work. She sowed up any heavy cuts and bandaged him up. Lastly with a bit of help from Tikki she healed his insides such as any broken/cracked bones and any internal bleeding he may of had.
It was from that point he stayed by her side as she helped nurse him back to health, help him remember andto get back to his family.
I feel like it’s only been a few days since the last time I talked here but I’ve actually been MIA for months.
Like always I hyperfocused on something else and now I’m hyperfocused on Maribat again.
Hopefully, it means I’ll start writing again, because it’s been months since I wrote anything too.
Still got that Jasonette three shot to write, but I have another Daminette idea that won’t leave my mind but… apart from an overall, I don’t have a plot…
Unknowingly Soulmates
A gift for the wonderful @moonlitceleste on Tumblr who unknowingly started a cult, Bee Movie AU cult.
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Marinette has known of soulmates her entire life, even though the mark on her arm confuses her. Her mark was a bee. A bee. Bee’s aren’t her favorite animal, nor is yellow and black her favorite color. She decided that it was probably her soulmate’s and dropped the topic. As everyone around her met their soulmate, she has yet to find hers. She got mocked for it often, but does she care? Absolutely not.
On the other side of the ocean, Jason discovered soulmates at the age of 5 while he was reading. He, of course, has seen the mark on his arm. His discovery had only explained what it was. He didn’t think much about it, even as he got adopted, trusting that he will meet his soulmate at the designated time.
Fast forward, Marinette moved to Gotham for college. Her battle scars during her years as Ladybug were covered by the long sleeves she always wore. Her style grew more mature. She abandoned the pigtails and opted to tie it up in a ponytail or just let it down freely. When outside, she wore a dusty pink or a red long sleeved dress or a casual T-shirt with denim jackets. She was also less clumsy as she was in her high school years, now walking with grace and elegance her younger self wished she had.
Over the years she and Alya had grown apart, Alya choosing Lila and Marinette refusing to follow. During that period, Marinette befriended Chloé. It was Chloé, who decided to move with her to Gotham. Over the years, their bond had the most definitely grown stronger. Chloé being the only person to know of Marinette’s secret, the only person that understood Marinette’s burden. She was and is the girl’s support over the years, not even Adrien the person Marinette considers a brother surpassed Chloé. She really loves her brother and all but he could be really oblivious.
During their stay in Gotham, Marinette quickly rose to be a popular girl of the school, the school’s sweetheart. She soon found out about the popular boy of the school, Jason Todd, the school’s badass nerd. Jason has also heard of Marinette, greeting her with a subtle nod in the hallway every time they passed each other.
Unknowingly, these two were soulmates. No one was aware of this, well except Chloé. She had accidentally seen Jason’s soulmark one day, when she was reading a book in the library. She immediately recognized it as her best friend’s soulmark as well. The girl grinned mischievously as she started to spread rumors about just how cute the two would look together as a couple. She had almost hired a person to photoshop both of them together to prove just how adorable they would be. Both Marinette and Jason heard these rumors, but they both decided to ignore them.
Cue a rogue holding the school hostage, wanting to know just what these young adults are afraid of. Scarecrow. Having years as a superhero under her belt, she expertly fought Scarecrow as her best friend fought off his goons. Midway, Jason helps them out, not that they needed it. Needless to say, the three grew close after the fight going on study dates every so often. Most of the time, Chloé would abandon the two alone as she snapped pics from afar.
Bruce came across one of Chloé’s posts on instagram since it mentioned Jason. Chloé had captioned it with ‘Of on a little date those two, adorable’. Bruce took it way too seriously…
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“So, Jason,” Bruce said, at the end of dinner, “I saw your friend’s post on Instagram the other day.”
Jason raised a brow, “Which friend?”
“I believe their name was Chloé Bourgeois,” he answered.
Jason didn’t know what he was talking about so he took out his phone and checked. Soon enough he discovered the post Chloé had mentioned him in. He felt his face go red as he read the caption.
Bruce glanced at him once more, “Bring your girlfriend to the gala.”
Before Jason could respond, Bruce left the table leaving him to contemplate what just happened. He entered his room and texted Chloé, or who he thought was Chloé.
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“The Dumbasses”
The Zombie Dumbass
Wtf Chloe
Bruce thinks I’m dating Mari now
The Empress Dumbass
Not my problem white streak
I think I deserve a thanks
When are you asking her out?
The Zombie Dumbass
I’m not asking Mari out thank you
The Creative Dumbass
Why are you two doing this rn?
And in the group hat too
*group chat
Shut up autocorrect
The Zombie Dumbass
Mari, do me a favor and fake date me for the gala?
Bruce told me to bring you
The Empress Dumbass
Since when do you care about what he says
The Zombie Dumbass
Shut the f*** up
Mari? Pls?
The Creative Dumbass
As long as I get to make my own dress sure
The Zombie Dumbass
And that, is why I like you better than Chloe
The Empress Dumbass
F*** you
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Marinette sipped on her drink as she chatted idly with Jason. She wore a sleeveless red dress with white gloves that reached her upper arm. She had minimal scars on her shoulders, so it wasn’t a pain to cover with makeup. Her dress hugged her frame and flared just above her knees. She wore a natural colored glitter eyeshadow with red lipstick. Her hair was in a low bun formed by braids with the french kind on both sides of her head leading towards it. Jason wore a red tux and white tie to match her.
While deep in her conversation, a woman who looked like she was in her thirties accidentally bumped into her and spilled her wine. Luckily, it had only spilled on Marinette’s gloves. The woman apologized non-stop and Marinette assured her that she knew it was a mistake. Once the woman left, Marinette took off her glove and told Jason she’ll be back after she cleaned the stickiness off her hand.
Jason nodded, his mind was racing. The bee on Marinette’s hand was identical to his. He wondered if it was a tattoo, but then he remembered she said she didn’t have any tattoos. Jason could hear his heart pounding in his ears. His soulmate had always been under his nose, she was one of his best friends for that matter. How was he supposed to tell her? Would it make things awkward? Would she even want him as her soulmate? Jason would be lying if he said he didn’t want a romance with Marinette, he always had a little crush on her.
Absorbed in his thoughts, Jason didn’t notice that Marinette returned and had been calling him for the past five minutes. “-son, you okay?” He snapped back into reality, sort of, he was still in shock. He looked at Marinette’s worried face and he realized that he needed to say something.
“Ya like Jazz?”
Had fun writing this! Hope you like it!
XOXO
~Leen
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Maribat Awards 2021 Winners Master List
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Best Maribat Author of All Time
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Best Adopted/Found Family AU 2021
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Nominations Master List:
Maribat Awards: Best Maribat Multi-Chapter Fic 2021
Winner:
The Particular Abilities of Marinette, and Her Discovery of Them by plantsarefun06
Runner Ups:
How A Demon Commissions An Angelby@alixanonymous
Teleporting Into Your Lifeby@izanae
A Welcoming Change by Brinxiethebear
Tiny Tim by LeoLeonte
Nominations List:
Maribat Awards: Best Maribat One-Shot Fic 2021
Winner:
Truth Be Toldby@mochegato
Runner Ups:
To Love the Devil Withinby@izanae
What if We Make an Exception?by@newdog14
The Protection Racketby@newdog14
Nominations List:
https://maribat-calendar-events.tumblr.com/post/673549153615396864/maribat-awards-2021-best-one-shot
Maribat Awards: Best Maribat Comedy/Crack Fic 2021
Winner:
The Great IKEA Game by IcedAquarius (@batsandbugs)
Runner Ups:
Allow me to introduce you… my cousin by withluvsan (@lostlovelis)
Bad News, Paris by BlueTee @blueteehood
Nominations List:
https://maribat-calendar-events.tumblr.com/post/673549062842335232/maribat-awards-2021
Maribat Awards: Best Maribat Hurt/Comfort Fic 2021
Winner:
Four times the Ladybug magic teleported Marinette to where she would be safest, and the one time she was already there by EditorOfEverything
Runner Ups:
Sielvartasby@sunshine-and-symphonies and coffeecrowns
Her Boys by joe_bobbi_o
How We Fell by Undercover_fangirl (@marauderundercover)
A Welcoming Change by Brinxiethebear
Nominations List:
Maribat Awards: Best Maribat Angst Fic 2021
Winner:
The 4 Times Damian Hated Marinette and the 1 Time He Loved Her by Sarahovoxov
Runner Ups:
Symposiumby@sunshine-and-symphonies
Ya'aburnee by coffeecrowns, @sunshine-and-symphonies
I Died In Your Arms by Chaotic_Immortal (@nightlychaotic)
Nominations List:
Maribat Awards: Best Maribat Fluff Fic 2021
Winner:
Damian, the baby assassin, Dupain-Chengby@pawsitivelymiraculous
Runner Ups:
The Protection Racketby@newdog14
Into The Unknown by Oliviaandersonisntmyrealnamelol (@olivia-anderson-fanfic)
Gotham’s (Fashion) Disasters by FaithWarrior
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Jasonette July 2022
MARIBAT JASONETTE JULY 2022
Welcome to Maribat Calendar Events July event. July is dedicated to JASON TODD.
Do one prompt! Do them all! Any participation is great! They just serve as ways to encourage that creativity. No Pressure.
Make sure you tag us so others can more easily see your work:
AO3COLLECTION:
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TAGS FOR TUMBLR & AO3:
#JASONETTE JULY #JASONETTE JULY 2022
TAG THIS BLOG @MARIBAT-CALENDAR-EVENTS AND REBLOG SO OTHERS GET A CHANCE TO SEE TOO!
Guidelines
- Any orientation or relationship style is welcome and encouraged (familial, platonic, romantic, aged-up NSFW)!
- Any creative works (writing, fics, drabbles, head-canons, art, poetry, incorrect quotes, etc.) are accepted
- Tag @maribat-calendar-events in your works so we can share it
- Use the hashtag so others can see your work
- Keep NSFW works under the ‘Keep Reading’ line with an appropriate warning above
Questions? Send us a message/ask, or contact @izanaeor@mochegato
Get creative and have fun! We all look forward to your participation and submissions!
WRITTEN PROMPTS UNDER THE ‘KEEP READING’ LINE
1. Aim
2. Target
3. Strike
4. Thighs
5. Pride
6. Prejudice
7. Learning
8. Classics
9. Blush
10. Tree
11. Star
12. Holiday
13. Twinkling Lights
14. Snow
15. Bough
16. Stocking
17. Stalking
18. Safe
19. Protect
20. Rain
21. Run
22. Hide
23. Caliber
24. Leather
25. Lace
26. Brush
27. Apple Pie
28. Cheer
29. Free
30. Forget
31. Purpose
Substitutions:
Replace
Reborn/Alive
Temptation
Indulge
Morals/Grey
Waiting for the Worms has been edited and cross-posted to my A03 for those who’ve been asking for it the last two years. Oops.
Here’s the link:
