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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Damian finally managed to whisk us both away after I promised to sign something for each of the Wayne's while promising that I'd make Gala outfits for Chloe, Kagami, and Luka. Safe to say I'm gonna be busy as hell from tomorrow.
"Are you alright, Angel?" Damian asked as he pulled me toward our maze. "Perfectly fine, Mon Chat. Just upset that I have to redo both my and Chloe's Gala dresses." I assure him as I skip ahead slightly, turning to send a smile toward him. "I am sorry, Malak. I wish I could spare you the pain of remaking what I know were two beautiful gowns." Damian said as he sent me one of his rare half-smiles.
"What's done is done." I answer with a shrug, dropping down onto the soft grass as Damian takes a seat next to me. "Where are the Kwami's? I haven't seen them since last night." Damian asked as he flopped down next to me, one arm behind his head acting as a pillow. "They are currently partying in the Miracle Box. 'Leaving you mortals to do your boring things.' Were the ever-wise words of Pollen before they all disappeared." I inform him with a dramatic sigh, before turning to him with a smirk.
"You still need to tell me what all these new nicknames you have for me mean." I tell Damian with a teasing smile, as I move to lay down on my side facing him. "What will you give me if I tell you?" Damian asks, turning on his side as well. "Hmm. Well, what would you want, o husband of mine?" I teasingly ask Damian making him smirk. "A kiss, o wife of mine." Damian answers, matching my teasing tone. "Deal." I agreed instantly, smiling wide as I waited for him to tell me.
"Alright. Malak is Arabic for angel and Habibti is Arabic for my dear." Damian explained, smirk everpresent as his eyes turned slightly darker as he stared at me. "Awww. Aren't you the sweetest?" I sing in a teasing voice, causing Damian to slightly blush although his ears were redder than Barbara's hair. "We made a deal, Angel." Damian grumbled, trying to control his heated face. "Yes, yes. I promised a kiss. Well then ..." I start to say as I lean closer, watching Damian's eyes grow darker the closer I get until finally, his eyes closed, only for them to shoot open as I kissed his cheek.
"There. Your kiss, cher mari." I whisper as I pull away, only to start laughing hysterically when he looks at me in disbelief. "You little cheat!" Damian yelled, pulling me toward him. "You never specified where." I say with a sneaky smile, laughing as Damian starts to tickle me relentlessly until we're both breathless.
After a few seconds of catching our breath, we start to lean toward each other. Our lips were inches away when suddenly both our phones started to ring. "Ignore it." Damian whispered, now only a breath away from my lips. Sneakelly reaching into my pocket, I start to pull out my phone just knowing that Chloe would kill me, resurrect me, and then kill me three more times if I didn't answer. "Yes, Queenie?" I ask once I have my phone to my ear, smiling as Damian lets out an annoyed groan, burying his head in my neck.
"Batsy is here and apparently he needs to talk to us. All of us." I hear Chloe's annoyed tone full force, knowing that whoever pissed her off was soon going to be 6 feet under. "On our way Queenie." I assure her before quickly ending the call before she can turn her wrath on me.
"No." Damian whispered, his face still buried in my neck while his arms held me tighter. "Your dad wants to see us, and I don't want my best friend to murder him so yes." I tell Damian with a giggle, trying to worm my way out of his hold only for him to place nearly all his weight on me. "You're squishing me!" I giggle-yell as I try to push him off of me.
