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Love You Like Nothing I've Had Before

Summary:

“Huh…? How is my meter so high… Maman, what does it mean when your meter is full?”

A simple, innocent question asked by a young child, likely no older than five years of age, who only knew the pattern on her arm was a meter that told something about her soulmate. She didn’t know what it was for, her parents had never told her. 

 

 

In a world, where one can see how dangerous their soulmate is on their wrist, as well as their name, Marinette Dupain-Cheng's meter goes from very high at a young age to zero in the matter of only a few years, until colours and her soulmate's name finally return to her world.

Daminette December 2019, day 9: Soulmates AU

Notes:

An AU where you have a meter of how dangerous your soulmate is printed on your skin with their name in their native language under it, as well as everyone that isn’t your soulmate being monochrome to you forever. You can only see your soulmate in colour. Once you meet your soulmate, everything but other people burst into colour, and instead of everyone being black and white, they'll be monochrome in the colour of your soulmate's eyes. If your soulmate dies, the meter goes to zero, their name gets smudged and illegible, and all the colours disappear from your world. All of them.

 


Anyway. Here I am, back with the stories for a while. I had a lot of fun writing it. This should also remind you that I am an angst writer through and through, there was never a chance for you to avoid the angst. There's just,,, a little less of it than usually. Oh well. Have fun.

 


I'll be writing the rest of this once I'm done with Daminette December as this got way out of hand but I needed to cut it down a little, soo... I'm not even 100% sure it will have only 2 chapters, but I'll try. Soulmate AUs are fun.

 


You can find day 5 here and day 7 here.

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Chapter 1

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There was a meter that told something about one's soulmate printed somewhere on everyone's body. Everyone had one, whether it be romantic or platonic, but just because everyone had a soulmate didn't mean that everyone had a happy ending. Life was cruel, and sometimes you lost all the colours in your vision before you saw them, sometimes your soulmate's name got smudged and their meter went to zero before their time. Sometimes people lost their soulmates much before they ever even had the chance to meet them. Even children knew this, but it was rare that parents told their children what the meter meant until they were older. There was a reason to it, and a good one at that. 

That was also why a little girl with black hair tied into pigtails looked at her wrist with confusion and bewilderment before she walked to the kitchen where she knew her parents would be.

“Huh…? How is my meter so high… Maman, what does it mean when your meter is full?”

A simple, innocent question asked by a young child, likely no older than five years of age, who only knew the pattern on her arm was a meter that told something about her soulmate. She didn’t know what it was for, her parents had never told her. 

There was also their first name under the meter, but Marinette couldn’t read it. Originally she thought it was because she just didn’t know how to read in general, but then she learnt the alphabet well and realised they weren’t even the same letters they used in France. 

Her papa had told her that was because her soulmate’s native tongue wasn’t French or any other language she spoke. They had different letters in their language, he said. 

“Are you sure it’s high, dear?”, her maman asked, never once stopping to look at her daughter. It was understandable, she was baking, but maybe, just maybe, little Marinette would have wished her maman would have paid more attention to her. 

“Yes, maman. I drew a picture, too.”

That was right. Only she could see the meter or the name on her arm, that much she knew since she had tried to ask her parents about the name but they told her they couldn’t see it. You could only see your own and your soulmate’s one. 

She also couldn’t see her parents that well. 

Well, of course she could , but they looked so boring to her. They were colourless, just like everyone but herself. Herself she could see in colour, the bright blue eyes and the black hair. Only after meeting her soulmate would she see the world in colour, but even then other humans would remain monochrome, stay in the eye colour of her soulmate. She could only ever see herself and her soulmate in full colour, or so she was told. 

And who was she to say her parents, her grandparents, teachers, everyone, was wrong? She was still a child, she didn’t know much, just like all of them always said. 

“Let me se—” Her maman just stopped as Marinette handed her the drawing. She’d made everything as similar as she could, and finally, finally her maman looked at her. 

Marinette did not like that horrified look in her eyes.

“So, I suppose it is time we explained what the meters mean, honey. It tells you how dangerous your soulmate is. Perhaps not to you, but in general. It can get lower and higher over time, depending on how dangerous your soulmate is at that moment. Usually the meter gets higher over long periods of time, and they only get to this level if the person does martial arts, but I have never heard of a meter this high on a child. That is a little... concerning. I wonder if your soulmate is alright.”

“What does dangerous mean?”

“If someone or something is dangerous, it means they can cause you harm and hurt you really bad. For example, touching a hot oven is dangerous if you don’t have oven mitts. Going with a stranger is also dangerous.”

“Oh okay. Can I have a cookie?”

“Sure, dear. You can have one.”

 

⬷۵⤐

 

The next time Marinette thought about her soulmate more was when she met a person who was writing something that looked a lot like the name written in shining blue ink on her wrist in the park. A nine-year-old Marinette was aware of the stranger danger, of course, but she thought it wasn’t too bad if she asked the person if they could help her find out what the name was. It was her approaching them, she was in a public place and she wasn’t going to go anywhere with them, it would be fine. 

“Excuse me, monsieur, but could you maybe help me?”

The man in question looked at her before he smiled at her and put his notebook aside. “Of course. What do you need help with?”

Marinette sighed in relief and sat down on the bench next to him. “Well, I saw what you were writing and it looked a lot like the name on my wrist. If I tried to write it down for you, could you tell me what their name is? I cannot read it and I don’t even recognise the letters so I cannot look it up myself”, she explained with a smile, hoping the man would help her. She didn't know what else she could do to find out their name. The man handed her his notebook and pen and told her to write the name there. She did. It took her a few minutes, but she managed. 

“I’m sorry it probably doesn’t look very good, it’s difficult for me to write”, she apologised as the man read the name. 

“Don’t worry, mademoiselle, you wrote it just fine. Anyway, their name is Damian. I wish you the best of luck with finding them, child”, the man told her. He was kind, she decided, so she pulled out a box of macarons and offered them to the man. 

“Here, you can have a few as thanks. They’re from the Dupain-Cheng patisserie, and it’s the best in Paris!”, she said happily and stood there, waiting for him to take up her offer. 

He did, eventually, which made her happy. Especially the expression he made when he took a bite was great, he seemed to enjoy it a lot. Marinette was glad, she loved seeing people smile. If there was something she found worth living for, it was making people smile and helping them find joy in life.

She waved the man goodbye before she left. After all, she’d agreed to meet Nino soon, she didn’t want to be too late.

 

⬷۵⤐

 

Marinette woke up with a choked gasp and shot up in her bed. She was panting and had her pajama shirt in a tight grip. She felt like choking and could almost taste blood in her mouth. There was a piercing pain in her chest. It almost felt like someone had impaled her chest with a sword and tried to inflict as much pain on her as they could. 

It took her quite the while to be able to focus her vision on anything. Everything was blurry and dark. But, when she was finally able to see something, the first thing that caught her eye was that her meter had gone down and the name under it was smudged. She had studied the Arabic alphabet, so she could now read it by herself, but there was no way she could understand the name anymore. 

Then she realised she couldn’t see the colour of her shirt or hands anymore. 

Marinette’s eyes widened and an ear-piercing scream escaped her lungs. Her parents rushed to her room and found their little girl in her bed, crying so much her tears ran freely down her face. She was hyperventilating and clutching her shirt in her hands, her tiny body outright trembling.

Her maman ran to her and lifted her chin up with her hand, horrified when she saw her eyes were glassy and unfocused. It was most definitely worse than a simple nightmare. There was something actually wrong with her. 

“Qiānjīn, breathe. Talk to me, please, tell me what’s wrong”, her maman told her, pulling Marinette in her embrace and squeezing her tight against her chest. She kissed her forehead and wiped her tears away as her papa turned on the lights so they could see better. 

“They— he— his name— I can’t read it! It’s smudged! And I can’t see colour… The meter went down— he’s… He’s... gone.” 

She could barely get the words out of her mouth, but she somehow managed by summoning all her will power, her voice quieting down with each word. The last word Marinette could barely even breathe out. Once more she broke down sobbing and buried her face to her knees, curling up in a ball. 

Her maman and papa didn’t know what to say to that — their little girl, merely ten years of age, had woken up only to find out her soulmate was dead. 

There was truly nothing they could say to make it better, and so they just stayed there and let her sob her heart out. 

 

⬷۵⤐

 

A numb emptiness had settled itself in Marinette’s chest after her soulmate died. She couldn’t dress in her favourite clothes because they were all bright colours and she couldn’t bear to dress in such things when she couldn’t even see them well. It hurt too much to remember that the one she was destined to be with was gone forever. 

“What happened, ‘Nette? I can’t remember the last time I saw you wear anything but these dark colours — is it all black?”

That’s what her best friend asked her one day in class. Nino was worried about her well-being. She could barely get the words out to tell Nino that her soulmate was gone, that she would never meet them again (it felt too final to say it out loud), but when she finally managed to, Nino smiled at her sadly and hugged her tight, saying he was there for her. He was. He kept coming over to talk to her and do her favourite things with her. Even if it didn’t make her smile, she appreciated it. 

A few weeks later, her teacher had one day pulled her aside and asked how she was doing, concerned about her as she’d noticed Marinette only ever dressed in black now and there was never a smile on her face anymore. She still never failed to be kind to others, but that kindness no longer included a smile to everyone. Chloé had toned it down as well for even she knew that losing one’s soulmate was a horrible ordeal, something no one should ever have to go through — and especially not at such a young age. 

Marinette started wearing gloves at all times, scared that if she caught a glimpse of the smudged name on her wrist, she’d break down crying and that she’d no longer be able to stop. Sometimes it happened regardless, and during those times, it took Marinette her all to ignore the aching in her chest and the burning tears in her eyes. And each time, each time she tried not to choke on her sobs. 

In bed, she often curled up in a ball and tried to cry, but she’d run out of tears a week after her soulmate’s death. She dragged her nails down her legs, hoping to distract herself from the burning in her throat, but it never helped. 

She was hurting, and there was nothing that could help her feel better.

 

⬷۵⤐

 

It took a her a few months before she dared to look at her wrist again. She’d refused to do it under any circumstances, but after those months, she told herself she needed to bid her soulmate adieu. 

And so, she took off her glove and pressed a light kiss on the meter. Marinette looked at it and forced a small smile on her face, hoping he wouldn’t be too mad at her for faking a smile. After all, she was doing it for him. 

But, once she managed to bat the tears away from her eyes, she could clearly see the name on her wrist again. The meter’s levels were high again, which then prompted her to pay attention to the colours on her. At first she thought the universe had chosen her a new soulmate, but the name was exactly the same in the exact same handwriting, so no, her soulmate had simply come back to life. And… 

She had a chance to see them again.

Either they’d only now come back or she’d been unable to notice them. It wouldn’t have been surprising, she had been trying to ignore the missing colours to the best of her abilities, after all. 

Marinette rushed downstair to her maman and papa, smiling more brightly than she had in weeks, in over a month. They were surprised to see her be so happy but they were glad about it regardless. 

“So, what made you so happy, honey?”, her papa asked her as she danced around the living room before stopping in front of her parents. 

“He’s back! The meter shows high levels again, the name is back and I can see colours again !”, she laughed and threw herself at her papa, hugging him as tight as she could. Her maman came around and hugged them both, smiling into her hair. 

“I’m happy for you, qiānjīn. Your soulmate better never do this again or I will have to find them and exchange a few words with him about making you sad”, her maman told her as her papa squeezed them both. Marinette laughed at her mother, imagining her short mother glare at her soulmate she suspected was taller than either of them as she scolded him for hurting her little girl. 

Marinette knew she once again had a good chance at finding happiness, and so she smiled. A tear escaped her eye but, for the first time in a month, it wasn’t a tear of sadness, no. This time, it told the world of her happiness. 

 

⬷۵⤐

 

Years later, when she was 16 years of age and suffered under Lila’s reign in the class, she ran into a young man while trying to find the Wayne Enterprises and fell down on the ground. Her class had left her behind, but that was fine.

Well, it wasn’t, but she got to see more of the city, and that was certainly nice. 

Besides, better it was her who was left behind rather than anyone else, as she was the only one who could for sure defend herself if necessary. After all, she was Ladybug, she had been that for years already — she had enough training. 

“Je suis vraiment désolé— I mean, I am so sorry, I didn’t mean to run into—” And then she had to cut herself off because the world shouldn’t look like what it did. 

There were colours. 

There were actual colours all around her. 

She could see the blue of the sky and the green of the trees. The cars that were of oh so many different, beautiful colours. 

And, when Marinette looked up from where she was, she could see the young man towering over her and offering a hand to help her up had frozen in place, but what truly mattered was that she could see him in colours. His green eyes stared at her before they softened at the sight of her as he understood who this was, and Marinette could feel her cheeks hearing up. 

“Does your— Does your name happen to be Damian?”

The man nodded before asking a question in return, “And can I suppose you are Marinette?”

Marinette smiled and gave him an enthusiastic “yes!”, grabbing Damian’s — her soulmate’s — hand and let him pull her up to her feet. “It’s lovely to finally meet you, soulmate.”

Chapter 2

Notes:

Hi yes I finished this. It's shorter than I wanted it to be back in December 2019, but I did fall out of Daminette ages ago so it's still something. I'll have two things about this fic that I wanted to add but didn't in the end notes, so make sure to read that after this chapter! <3 Hopefully you'll enjoy this, and sorry about the wait! I love you and your comments have continuously made me happy.

(See the end of the chapter for more notes.)

Chapter Text

Damian let go of Marinette’s hand to let her wipe her clothes and get herself to look a little more put together. It was appreciated, she felt like she looked like an absolute mess, something along the lines of Adrien on a bad hair day. Rare, but a sight to be seen.

“I’m glad I got to meet you as well. What might someone like you doing be doing alone in Gotham, of all places?” he asked, arching his eyebrow. She shrugged with a sheepish smile on her face before her expression turned grim. “You do realise this is pretty much the most crime-ridden city in the world, don’t you?”

“Yeah, yeah, don’t worry, I could take care of myself if anything happened.” Marinette absolutely ignored the look Damian shot her way. “But anyway, to answer your question, my class left me behind. I was the one that helped organise the class trip, but still, they decided to let the liar do whatever she wanted and so they left early without telling me”, she told him, her voice growing freezing cold as she mentioned Lila. 

Damian looked thoughtful before he opened his mouth again. “Well, I did have other things to do, but your class seems like a group of imbeciles and I would like to have a word with the one that is giving you the tour. I happen to know him and I’d feel more at ease if I ensured he was made aware of the situation as well. My family’s butler is close, I can have him give us a ride to get there faster.”

“I couldn’t—” The look Damian gave her had her change her mind; it seemed he wouldn’t be swayed easily and it would certainly be nice to spend a little more time with him and get faster to the Wayne Enterprises. “Alright, lead the way.”

Damian pulled out his phone and called someone, asking for them to come to pick him and a person he met up. He sounded annoyed, but Marinette was sure she could hear a hint of fondness in his voice and in the way he spoke to the person regardless. 

It didn’t take long before a car drove to them and stopped. An older man stepped out and opened a door for them, holding it so they could get in. When Marinette glanced at him, as though to ask if he could be trusted (though whether that ‘he’ was Damian or the man that was still holding the door open, she didn’t know), Damian gave her a small smile and nodded before going in first. This was her soulmate, she reminded herself; she could trust him. 

“It certainly came as a surprise when I heard Master Damian had someone with him. My name is Alfred Pennyworth. It is lovely to meet you, Miss…?”

“Marinette.”

“Miss Marinette. Where are you going?”

“To the Wayne Enterprises. My class left me behind,” once more her voice went from cheerful to bitter, “and then I ran into Damian and he offered to help me get there faster.”

It escaped Marinette how Damian suddenly froze next to her, but she could see a glint of amusement in Alfred’s eyes because of his reaction. That meant everything was probably fine, didn’t it?

Even so, he never addressed that and instead asked more about how they met. “So, what prompted Master Damian to offer you a ride so quickly? Believe me, it has never happened before, and I would like to know how this happened,” he said, the amusement still clear in his voice. 

“Do you want to tell him or should I? He’s someone you know, not me,” Marinette asked Damian, turning to him. 

“He’s more like family,” he said and then said something so quietly and under his breath that Marinette couldn’t be sure if she heard right, but she was pretty sure it was something along the lines of “which you might become as well sometime even if they are a pain.” 

“Nonetheless, Marinette here happens to be my soulmate, Pennyworth. Do not let Grayson or Todd do or say anything weird, I would prefer is she didn’t decide she wanted nothing to do with us right away”, Damian told Alfred, sighing as he got to mentioning two people Marinette didn’t know. Possibly family as well. 

“Oh, so she’s the one whose meter suddenly went way too high around three years ago and has yet to go down?”

“Yes, she’s the o—”

“My meter did what ?”

Damian sighed and pulled his sleeve up, showing her his arm. “I believe you should be able to see it since you’re my soulmate”, he said and indeed, she could see a meter identical to hers. 

Literally. 

The meter on his skin was exactly as high as hers was. The only difference was that the one on his skin had her name in cursive under it. 

She decided to show him hers as well. “You— your level is ‘way too high’ as well, to quote Monsieur Pennyworth.”

“I cannot find it in myself to be surprised. It seems you fit in well. Apparently, there’s no one in our family whose soulmate has a low meter for them.  Though I have to say, I… I did not expect my soulmate whose danger levels are too high even for the meter to be this small girl with innocence oozing out of her.”

Marinette crossed her arms and arched her eyebrow. “Oh yeah, you probably should not underestimate me. I could deck you.”

“Miss Marinette, would you like to come over for dinner today, or another day before you leave to go back home. The family would be very happy to meet the soulmate of our youngest”, Alfred said, smiling at her via the interior rearview mirror.

Marinette bit her lip, considering the offer. It sounded great and she wanted to meet her soulmate’s family, but while she trusted Damian, she wasn’t so sure about the rest of them. If all of the others were as or even nearly dangerous as he was, there was no telling what could happen. 

Then again, Damian would be there and she would get away from her class. Dinner with them, no matter what they were like, would be a hundred times better than spending the evening with her classmates who just about all despised her. 

“Yes. I need to get permission from my teacher though, but maybe Damian could help me with it.”

“You were going to the Wayne Enterprises, right? I think his father can help you to convince your teacher if Master Damian doesn’t succeed,” Alfred said with a smirk on his face. Damian grumbled but didn’t say anything. 

The next few minutes passed as Marinette chatted with Alfred before she froze and turned slowly to Damian. Alfred had mentioned that Damian had three brothers, all adopted, and that they’d lost their parents. It reminded her of her grief that lasted a few months. 

“You— how are you alive ?” she asked him. Her question had him freeze as well. 

“I— You know about that?”

“Do I know about it— Damian, I lived it! I had to wake up to a piercing pain in my chest only to find out the meter had gone down, your name was smudged and I could no longer see even my own colours. The only thing it could’ve meant was that you were dead . It’s been six years and it’s not like I could just forget what pain I had to go through.”

“I apologise for that, but it was beyond my control. How about I explain later? When we know each other a little better?”

“...Fine. I’m holding you to that promise.”

Once they arrived to the Wayne Enterprises, Alfred opened the door for her and Damian. Marinette offered her arm to him, hoping he would take it, and he did. Eventually. After a little prompting. He didn’t look uncomfortable with it at any point, though, so she thought it was fine. He seemed like a person that would just outright tell her if she did something wrong, and so Marinette decided to go with that. 

A voice too familiar rang out in Marinette's ears, making her wince a bit. She had not been looking forwards to this. “What do you mean we can’t get in?”, Madame Bustier asked, and definitely not politely. Marinette sighed. Of course. Well, at least they hadn’t gotten in, because this way she could go with them. 

“I mean, you cannot get in because one of your students is missing and we were not informed they would not be here”, replied the stern voice of the employee. Maybe they were the guide? Oh, Damian said he knew him! That meant he was probably at least a decent human being unlike most of her classmates. 

“I’m here, no thanks to you,” Marinette retorted as she walked closer to them, still arm linked with Damian’s. “I’m sorry, Monsieur, but my class left me behind as they left early and I had to find a way to come here myself. Thankfully I met him on the way and he offered me a ride here.” Then Marinette turned to Damian and smiled at him. “Which reminds me, thank you so much! I really appreciate your help!”

“Well, I’m glad you’re here now— Okay, someone please explain how you of all people offered a ride to a stranger? You made a new friend?” the man asked as his eyes found Damian. He… sounded actually excited when mentioning him making a friend. Did Damian not have many? “Also, what was that about leaving her behind? This is Gotham, for heaven’s sake, you need to do a headcount. What if she’d gotten hurt?” 

The last bit was directed at her class and Madame Bustier in particular. They shifted uncomfortably under his glare. 

“Okay, anyway, since you’re here now and you’re already skipping school, just stay with her. And we’re talking about this later. With B and Alfie.”

Damian simply nodded (and scowled) before he led Marinette to the rest of the group. 

“Who was that?”, Marinette asked, ignoring all the questioning (and malicious) gazes of her classmates. 

“My brother. Unfortunately.”

“Oh! I need to make a good impression, then! I can’t have your family think I’m not worth you.”

Of course, that was the point when Lila and Alya thought it was a good idea to interfere. 

“ Oh Marinette, always trying to suck up to everyone. You know you’re not going to get in his pants regardless of what you say? Besides, it’s not like he’s your soulmate or anything. Your soulmate must be someone as bad as you, unlike mine, who’s the heir of the Wayne Enterprises.”

“ That’s so pathetic, trying to get every guy that looks good to like you to get something from them. Poor guy, has to suffer from you clinging to him and making him uncomfortable. You should try to see Lila as an example, she’s amazing and so much better than you ”, Alya continued, both in French. 

Marinette just decided to ignore them, opting to turn her gaze away from them and trying to lead Damian away, but she didn’t succeed. Damian was glaring at the two girls before he spoke up. 

In French.

“ Excuse you, I will not have you talk like that when it comes to my soulmate. Besides, do you even know what the heir of the Wayne Enterprises looks like?” , he asked, voice dripping with venom. Lila seemed ready to answer something, but Damian cut her off right off the bat. “ I doubt you do, since I happen to be the heir, Damian Wayne, and I have most certainly never seen you in my life. I do not appreciate you using my or my family’s name to gain popularity. Especially not when it seems to come at the expense of my soulmate. ” 

Marinette gaped at Damian. He was Damian Wayne? As in, the Damian Wayne? 

Goodness, now she needed to make an even better impression on his family. There was no way a mere baker’s daughter would be enough for them, no matter her family owned the best bakery in Paris. 

“What seems to be the problem, Damian? Are these two bothering you?” the guide, Damian’s brother, asked him as he walked over to them. He gave the two girls a quick sideways glance before making eye contact with Marinette. 

“Not me, but her. They were clearly harassing her and hoped I didn’t understand French. Unfortunately for them, I speak it fluently,” Damian sneered, glaring at both Alya and Lila. “Marinette, how long has that been going on?”

“Why would you ask her? She’s a bully, we were just—”

“‘ You were just ’, sure. I did not ask you anything, and based on what I’ve heard from her and seen with my own eyes, what you are claiming is not the truth. Aside from that, I will always give my soulmate at least a chance to say what she needs to, so even if your claims were true, I would want to hear her side of the story as well.”

Alya and Lila grumbled but somehow, lo and behold, miraculously left her alone. Marinette was sure they were going to go and talk behind her back anyway, it’s not like she could change that, but at least she wasn’t going to be bothered anymore. And she could just spend time with Damian instead, that was much more interesting anyway.

 

⬷۵⤐

 

Hours later, Marinette was sitting at a dinner table with the Bruce Wayne, what the heck, and his apparently multiple sons, daughter and her girlfriend, and his own girlfriend. Though that sounded weird, he was like, at least 40, Marinette was not calling Selina “Bruce Wayne’s girlfriend”, that sounded weird. Old people shouldn’t be allowed to call themselves boyfriend and girlfriend. 

Or maybe Marinette just shouldn’t be allowed Netflix and comedy specials but what can you do. 

It was really awkward sitting at the table for the first ten minutes. People, aside from Damian and Alfred and the one that was their tour guide, were looking at her all weird for a few minutes before turning to each other and talking fast and why didn’t they teach students about the weird accents Americans had and Marinette felt really weirded out being there, honestly. Then people started asking her about Damian and the ice seemed to break because at least they all had a mutual point of interest. 

Eventually, the topic got to their soulmate marks and the fact Damian’s meter was so high — it was strange, even if it was mostly because she seemed so young. Everyone else's soulmates were like that, too, they just... looked more the part, or so Tim said. Marinette had a wonderful explanation for it, though, and it wasn't like she would need to demonstrate that much because why would these people much older than her ever want to test it out? 

“I know some martial arts, that’s all. My mom’s been teaching me for a while and then one day things just kind of clicked,” she explained while watching the oldest of the siblings eat cereal for dinner despite everything that was on the table being offered. It took her a bit to take her eyes off of that because it was so strange to her before shrugging her shoulders. “It’s nothing special.”

“Nothing special?” the tour guide — Jason, she recalled — asked, raising a brow, before getting up from the table. Cass had to literally push him back down. “Wanna spar?”

What?

“You know, your meter’s that high, you’ve gotta be good. It would be fun to try and see what happens! Just a friendly spar, nothing else. It’s not gonna be dangerous for anyone, I can even hold back a bit because you are probably more inexperienced since you’re younger.” 

No one at the table seemed too weirded out by it. 

This was going to be a normal occurrence, wasn’t it. (They did spar after dinner. She lost, sure, but not by much, and that they were a bit weirded out about. Marinette was going to be so done with this family, wasn’t she.)

Notes:

So, a couple of things that were going to happen in this fic but as it is, I didn't get myself to write them. They were kinda cute, though, so I wanted to let you have them.

1. Marinette sees the meter go lower as she cuddles him (she was having nightmares and she asked him to do it for her), which then prompts the question if he was less dangerous around her. The answer is yes.
2. Marinette meets Robin and is immediately like “Damian? Seriously? Why are you running around in a horrible costume in the middle of the night and is that your family? Damnit I’m gonna have a word with them because all of your suits are atrocious.”

So yeah.

 

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