This is basically another Daminette I wrote for fun.
Enjoy or don't 🤷 your choice.
Marinette, after suffering for so long, finally sees a light at the end of the tunnel. She won a class trip to Gotham and now she finally has a chance to be a norma...
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Marinette Prov.
Damian and I talked about everything and nothing for the next three hours. We talked about my life in Paris, my parents, the bakery, and some of my creations, which he told me terrified him for some unexplainable reason. I told him about my dreams of being a fashion designer, how I wanted to open my own boutique, how Chloe and my friends declared that they would help me, and how Chloe took over the business part of my business so that I could just focus on my designs.
I told him about Luka, Kagami, and Alix and how much they all meant to me. I even told him about the entire Adrian fiasco. "Wait, so you stalked him for the better part of your crush on this guy and knew his each and every move. Should I be worried?" Damian teased as I buried my head in my hands, making him chuckle.
He told me about how he was raised by his 'bitch' of a mother and grandfather, how he went to live with his father, and how he takes pride in being his father's only blood son in a house full of circus animals. He told me about his paintings and how he prefers being by himself since he thinks of himself as a monster and that people only want something from him.
At this point, I hit him upside his head and promptly scolded him for ever thinking that he was a monster, and the cheeky little git only said, "Agree to disagree." He told me about how he was a real terror to his brother, which was the root cause for the nickname 'Little Demon.' I couldn't help but giggle at the havoc he described as he recounted every prank and attack in vivid detail.
At some point, we ended up lying on our backs next to each other just watching the clouds. "Why do you call me Angel?" I asked Damian, breaking the silence and turning my head to look at him.
"It felt right. You were like an angel sent from heaven to save me. You'll probably think I'm mental, but since I've met you, I've had this second voice that echoes in my head sometimes, and well, it was that voice that called you Angel first. I just agreed," Damian explained with a shrug, looking the picture of relaxed and at ease with his one arm behind his head and stretched out next to me. 'Is that the soulmate thing Plagg mentioned?'
"Huh, well that's interesting. Do I get to nickname you as well?" I teasingly asked Damian, turning on my side to face him fully. "If you want. Just nothing abhorrent." Damian watched me with skeptical eyes as I tapped my chin in mock thought. "Dami-boo!" I declared after a few seconds, only to go into a giggle fit at his nauseated face.
"Tt. Declined." Damian instantly declared, turning on his side toward me with a mock glare. "But it fits you so well!" I teased, struggling to breathe through my giggles. "No." "Hmm, fine then, grouchy. How about Dami?" I asked with a smile, only to go into another laughing fit at his blank face. "Fine, fine. Let me think."
"Mon chat?" I asked, looking at Damian to see if he liked it.
"Really? My cat? Why would that be your nickname for me?" Damian asked, confused amusement dancing in his eyes. "Ha! I didn't hear a no! From now on, you will be Mon Chat," I proudly declared as I jumped up and smiled down at him in victory.
