𝐉𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟐, jasonette

xxiv. 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞 / 𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐠𝐞𝐭

(part two to reborn)

i.

"So," Marinette said, suddenly sounding very agreeable. "What exactly are your plans?"

Jason, who was still rubbing his aching jaw—because damn could that woman throw a punch—looked at her with confusion. "What?"

Rolling her eyes now, Marinette turned to him fully, dagger from before nowhere in sight. That did nothing to comfort Jason, by the way. "What exactly are you going to do now?" Marinette asked again. "You're stuck in the 'mortal' world."

Oh. Right. In all the drama of finding the actual Guardian of the Miraculous and realising that—to some extent—he still had his godly powers, Jason had completely forgotten where and why he was where he was.

"Well," he said, ignoring his aching jaw for the moment because there were more pressing matters. "I do have a little apartment that I purchased about, hmm, say about four hundred years ago? I forget the dates, you know? I don't know if it's still standing, but I suppose I could go and check."

Now it was Marinette's turn to look at him, gobsmacked. "You have an apartment that's just been collecting dust for the last four centuries?"

Jason shrugged casually, internally smirking as he enjoyed the surprise on Marinette's face. "I mean, I assume it was four centuries. For all I know, it could be six."

There was silence for a few moments before Marinette found her voice again, slightly weak as she casually waved her hands aimlessly. "Lead the way."

ii.

It took Jason at least ten minutes to figure out where they were going, but once he figured out how the streets of Paris had changed in the last few centuries, it didn't take him long to find his apartment.

As he reached the abandoned and more-than-dusty building, Jason silently thanked his past self over and over again, inflating his ego even more.

"See?" he said proudly, showing off the 'apartment' to Marinette. "I told you it would still be here."

Marinette, who was looking at the building with wonder she was desperately trying to hide, snapped back at him immediately. "First of all," she said, crossing her arms. "That's not an 'apartment,' it's a literal mansion. And second, how is it still standing? There aren't any buildings like this in Paris and I've never seen one like it before."

Jason grinned widely—and Marinette was struck by an eerie resemblance to the Cheshire Cat. "My past self," he said dramatically, shoving the rusty gates to his 'apartment' open. "Had foresight. He probably knew that Bru—Zeus was going to kick me out of Olympus one day, so he prepared. This was what we called an apartment in those days."

Marinette was beginning to despise the smug tone of his voice because she was very much aware it was at her expense. "You do realise that referring to yourself in third person is a sign of insanity, right?"

Smirking at her, Jason turned to Marinette suddenly, leaving barely a few inches between their bodies. His breath caressed Marinette's cheeks lightly, as the cold Parisian air solidified it. "You try living for a few million years and staying sane, darling."

The next second, he was gone, and Marinette snapped out of whatever trance he put her in. Striding forward to assert her control over the situation again, Marinette kicked the door to the mansion open.

"You first," she said with a tolerant smirk, eyes brightening as she caught a glimpse of Jason's unhappy look. "After all, it is your 'apartment.'"