My One And Only - A Daminette Story

Chapter 20

| T/W: This chapter mentions dark topics such as death|

|Translations at the end|

Most of the students were excited for the school day to come closer to an end, but not Marinette. After all, Damian would be leaving at the end of the week. And she didn't want him to go, not yet.

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Lightning. That's how fast the school day went by, or at least, that's how it felt to Marinette. As she opened her locker, a thought struck her. 'Dami will be leaving in two days. Two' She was right. Damian's flight to Gotham would be the first day of the weekend. Luckily, it would be at night, meaning that she would have more time with him. But it wasn't that comforting. She didn't want him to leave no matter how selfish she felt, however, she knew he was needed elsewhere. 'But I also need him...'

Hastily, she grabbed her stuff from her locker, eager to return them to her home. Some of her friends attempted to stop her, hoping for conversation, but instead were received with a quick farewell. Though, none of them could take it to heart after all, they knew the reason.

It didn't take long for her to reach her house, it took even less time to reach her room. Upon entry, she had practically thrown her belongings on her desk before taking off in the direction of Le Grand Paris. However, something in her peripheral vision stopped her. Turning her head, she saw it. Soft grey fabric folded neatly on her chaise, illuminated by the light filtering through her window; Damian's hoodie. The fact that she never returned it slapped her in the face. She reached out to feel the cloth in between her fingers. It was cold outside, the hoodie would provide warmth, and so she slipped it on. Grabbing a cookie for Tikki on her way out, Marinette strolled on to the hotel.

It never took long for Marinette to reach the building, this time was no different. The bluenette stared up at the six-story building, the glass doors parting as she entered the white-walled hotel. Her hands found the buttons in the elevator, reaching out to the sixth floor in particular, the restaurant. The lift doors opened, revealing the dining area. Her gaze danced across the room from the white tiled floor to the red flower patterned wallpaper. The vases with red flowers sent an urge of creativity through the bluenette's body, she got rid of it with a snake of her head. Briefly, she scanned the many white circular and square tables before her view finally landed on a familiar figure. She watched as he finished his meal, paid for his food and push the red chair away from the table to make room to stand. Turning, his green-eyes locked with hers, Marinette watched as his usual ice-cold demeanor melt away and a soft, small smile graced his features. Her knees felt weak. That smile, no one else would have seen it before, it was for her and her alone.

Once he reached her side, Damian took Marinette's hand and brought her knuckles to his lips. "How has the rest of your day been?"

A dusting of pink graced her face. "As normal as it can be, but my day is better now I'm here with you"

His green eyes slowly blinked before widening in recognition. "So that's where my hoodie went"

Marinette looked down at the oversized grey fabric covering her body before looking back up and tilting her head to one side. "Do you want it back?"

"You may keep it" his soft smile morphed into a sly smirk. "Ça te va super bien"

The bluenette smiled, pressing her forehead against his upper arm. "Do you want to go on a walk?"

Intertwining their hands, her replied. "With you, always"

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Years. It felt like Damian had known his girlfriend for years despite the fact they had met each other only recently. Had he not hacked into the JLA database simply on the whim of boredom, none of this would have ever happened. The discovery that Paris was under attack, working under the leadership of Ladybug, and most importantly, meeting Marinette. None of that would have ever happened, and he shudders to think of a world without the blue-eyed Angel which he had the honor of calling his girlfriend. Damian couldn't quite remember the last time he was the this comfortable with someone outside of his family, even then he wasn't as comfortable with them as he was now, with Marinette.