Lost in the Void, Found in the Stars | Damian Wayne Oneshots

Puppy Love | Marinette Dupain-Cheng

Bit OOC maybe? Idk I never watched Miraculous Ladybug either tbh.

Summary: As Marinnete shares a room with Damian, she can't stop looking over at him, nervously fumbling over her words.

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The evening was quiet except for the crackle of the fireplace, casting a warm light across the room. Marinette sat cross-legged on the soft carpet, clutching her notebook tightly, and trying—failing—not to stare at the boy across from her.

Damian Wayne. The name sounded serious, intense, and kind of gothic. Which, to be fair, matched Damian’s entire vibe as he sharpened a throwing knife with focused precision. He was as collected as ever, looking like he was sculpted out of marble, with his hair falling perfectly, and not a strand out of place. Marinette could hardly believe she was actually here, sitting with him.

She didn’t even realize she’d been staring until he glanced up, catching her gaze. His intense green eyes met hers, and her heart stopped. She immediately ducked her head, pretending to look at her notes and trying desperately to calm down.

“Are you all right?” he asked, the faintest hint of amusement in his voice.

“Me? Oh! Yes! Totally, totally fine!” she squeaked, fumbling to take a sip from her soda, only for her fingers to slip, nearly spilling it on her lap. She caught it at the last second, letting out a relieved breath. “See? Totally fine.”

He raised an eyebrow, his mouth quirking up in a tiny, almost invisible smirk, but he said nothing. She tried to return to her notes, but her mind was a flurry of scattered thoughts. How is he so calm all the time? It's infuriatingly attractive. She snuck another peek, watching him as he meticulously polished the knife, his every movement controlled and precise. How is this guy even real?

She clutched her notebook closer to her chest, feeling her cheeks heat up. “Um…so,” she started, hoping to distract herself, “do you, uh, always polish knives like that?”

Damian glanced up at her, tilting his head. “Only if I want them to stay sharp,” he replied, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.

“Right, right…of course.” She nodded, desperately wishing the ground would swallow her up. Good job, Marinette, that was such a smart question. She fiddled with the nail polish she’d brought along, trying to act natural as she opened the bottle and started applying a coat, hoping it would calm her nerves.

But instead, her mind started wandering into dangerous territory. Damian was so… reserved, so proper. The type of guy who followed rules and had incredibly high standards. Is he the type to wait until marriage? Her cheeks flushed an even deeper red as she realized what she’d just thought. Oh my gosh, Marinette, you cannot think things like that! Get it together!

She buried her face in her hands for a second, then peeked out to see if Damian noticed. Of course, he did. His gaze was steady, a tiny spark of curiosity in his eyes.

“Are you sure you’re all right?” he asked again, his voice calm but oddly warm.

“Y-Yes! Just… I was, um, just thinking! About… nail polish! Really intense thoughts about nail polish!” She gave him a nervous laugh, wishing she could disappear. She took a deep breath and looked away, forcing herself to focus on applying her polish with careful, steady strokes.

But as she worked, she felt him watching her. Her pulse quickened, each second making her hyperaware of his presence. And then, as if things couldn’t get any worse, she accidentally smudged a nail, letting out a little frustrated groan.

Damian leaned forward, surprising her. “You missed a spot,” he murmured, his hand reaching out to gently steady hers, guiding it with that same calm precision. His fingers were warm against her skin, and she was suddenly all too aware of how close he was, close enough that she could smell the faintest hint of his cologne.

“Oh! Thanks!” she stammered, her voice a little too high. Calm down, calm down!

Damian’s expression softened, his usual cool exterior melting for a moment. “You’re a lot...different than I expected.”

Marinette blinked, her heart doing a full cartwheel in her chest. “Different? Like…good different?”

“Yes,” he replied simply, and his gaze lingered for just a second longer, enough to make her brain short-circuit.

Oh no. Oh no, he’s so close. And so polite. And his voice is like velvet, she thought, trying to hold it together. He’s definitely the type to wait until marriage… no wait, stop it!

She quickly cleared her throat and pulled back a little, nervously twirling a strand of hair around her finger. “Y-You know, you don’t have to be so…well, so serious all the time. I mean, it’s okay to, you know, just…relax?”

Damian’s lips curved into a small smile. “Noted.”

And as he went back to his work, she bit her lip, unable to keep a silly, lovestruck grin from creeping onto her face. She tried to concentrate on her nails again, but her thoughts kept drifting back to the boy across from her, his cool confidence and unexpected gentleness stealing her attention.

Oh gosh. I am so doomed, she thought with a sigh, glancing over at him again.

End