Photographs-- Lukanette

Photographs-- Lukanette

For @iggy-of-fans

(This one is more of a one-shot, and everyone is aged up)

Marinette wasn't expecting to find the photo when she went up to the attic for Spring Cleaning that year. There were so many boxes, she had barely remembered what was inside most of them. Old memorabilia, documents, various holiday decorations, etc. She thought she'd seen all of the photos from this day, but apparently she was wrong.

It was from her wedding day. There she was, in a dress she'd designed herself (white with a red sash, sweetheart neckline, detachable train), her hair in a simple updo, slightly smudged makeup on her face. She was passed out at a table at the reception, sleeping soundly against her groom's shoulder (he was also fast asleep). They were smiling even in their sleep, and in the background a few of their friends could be seen laughing at the exhausted couple. Mari had always been known for sleeping too much, but her new husband (she loved calling him her husband) had never fallen asleep in public like that. It had been a long day, though, and as much as both of them wanted to socialize and dance, they needed some rest.

"Mari? You okay up there?" a voice called up to the attic, concern evident in their tone. When Marinette came to her senses, she noticed it was dark outside the small window nearby. How long had she been up there? Did she zone out?

"I'm fine, Babe," she called back. "But you won't believe what I found!"

"What is it?"

"A wedding photo. I don't think I've ever seen this one before."

She heard her husband climbing up the stairs, and before she knew it he had his arms wrapped around her and was kissing her head. His still blue-dyed hair fell in front of her eyes and tickled her face, and she laughed. "Luka, have you ever seen this one? I knew we fell asleep for a little bit about halfway through, but I didn't think there was evidence!"

Luka held up the photo and scrunched up his nose in thought. Marinette always thought that was one of the most adorable quirks he had. "God, we look so young here. I can't believe it's been almost ten years since this," he said. "But no, I don't think I've seen this photo before. I wonder who took it."

"Maybe one of our parents?" Marinette suggested.

"You know what? It doesn't matter. I'm going to go out tomorrow and get a frame for this so we can hang it up in our room," he told her before kissing her head again. "I love you, Nette."

"I love you too, Luka. I--"

A cry from downstairs interrupted the couple's happy moment. But it wasn't a bad cry, not at all.

"Mama! Papa! I wanna play!" The young girl's voice reminded the pair that they couldn't stay up in the attic reminiscing forever. They had a little Melody to take care of, and they couldn't be happier.

Daminette December-- So Close (And Yet So Far), Chapter Seven “Dancer AU”

(The song they're dancing to is 'Teeth' by Five Seconds of Summer. I'd recommend listening to it while reading to get the mood.)

(Also, I really wish I was a professional choreographer or something because I can picture this routine in perfect detail but I am terrier at instructing people and also I can't dance to save my life so for now and forever this masterpiece is stuck in my brain)

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“Please?” Marinette begged.

“No. Not a chance,” Damian replied.

There was silence for a moment, and Damian almost wondered if Marinette had hung up on him. He would never admit it, but when she spoke again he was a little startled.

“If you don’t help me, I’m destroying the jacket you commissioned me to make,” she told him. Normally, she wouldn’t resort to blackmail, but she was desperate. Her partner was MIA, and nobody else was around to take their place for practice. Felix had a chemistry exam that afternoon, Claude was off campus, Allan was at a track and field meet, and Allegra was working on her own project for the same class.

Damian groaned. “Seriously? All this for one dance?”

“It’s my midterm dance!” she told him. He was sure if she was standing in front of him, her face would be all red and she’d be staring up at him angrily, acting like she was actually intimidating (she was to others, of course, but not to him). 

“Fine, fine,” he conceded. “But I’m not going to be happy about it.”

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When Damian arrived at the dance studio, Marinette was already at the barre, doing stretches and hyping herself up. The dance was an intricate one that required a lot of energy and confidence, and she needed time to prep.

"You know I'm not familiar with the routine, right?" Damian asked as he entered the studio. Marinette jumped in surprise but was quickly able to steady herself again.

"Don't worry, I learn best by teaching," she told him. "Now come on, we have to stretch." She neck Ned for him to join her at the barre, and for the next twenty minutes they stretched and Marinette once again apologized for the last-minute request.

"If Thomas was able to be here, he would," Marinette told her interim partner. "But to be honest with you, I don't know if he's as invested in the piece as I wish he was. It requires a lot of emotion and storytelling without saying a word. But basically, just so you have an idea, the plot is a fighting couple, where the guy--that's you-- is trying to repair the relationship, while the girl--me-- is not as innocent as she seems and isn't exactly a good influence on her partner. It ends poorly.

And I'm not expecting you to be perfect at it, but I need someone here to work off of, if that makes sense." Damian nodded in understanding before she continued. "Okay, good. You ready?"

"Why not?" Damian asked.

Marinette laughed and grabbed a remote off the ground by her bag in the corner, and the song they were dancing to started playing. She slipped the remote into her pocket for safekeeping.

"I'm just going to show you my part first, then I'll show you yours, then I'll help you when we put them together," she said over the booming music.

/Some days you're the only thing I know/Only thing that's burning when the nights grow cold/Can't look away, can't look away/Beg you to stay, beg you to stay, yeah/

Marinette performed the first few moves with grace and poise. She looked like she'd been dancing her whole life. Her expression changed, and her normal smile was replaced with a calculating smirk as she started to tell her story with the music.

After the first few bars were over, she grabbed the remote and paused the music. "Okay, now here's your part."

She wasn't as proficient with the guy's part as her own, which made sense, but Damian knew that someone who didn't understand dance wouldn't see a single thing wrong with her performance.

"Do you think you can do that?"

"I won't be as good as you, but I can try." He could have sworn he saw a blush on Marinette's face for a minute, but that might've been a trick of the light or from her dancing.

Marinette started the music again and the two danced together this time. Damian had greatly underestimated his own capabilities, it seemed, as he was easily able to recreate and execute Marinette's steps, even adding a little flair of his own in the fly. Marinette was undoubtedly impressed, and in her head she thanked fate for making everyone else unavailable that day so she could dance with Damian.

"Wow, that was fantastic!" she told him. "Ready for the next part?"

"Yes, I think I am."

The music started again from the beginning. Marinette did the first steps again, but this time she kept going and added in the next few steps.

/Sometimes you're a stranger in my bed/Don't know if you love me or you want me dead/Push me away, push me away/Then beg me to stay, beg me to stay, yeah/

They repeated the same routine as before, Marinette beautifully executing the steps she choreographed (Damian was surprised to learn that she made the routine on her own, and that her partner was unable to help her due to what Damian believed was utter incompetence but Marinette called 'personal reasons' and the fact that he had never danced before this class), Damian surprising Marinette with his ability to catch on to and individualize the routine.

It was at the bridge of the song when things changed.

/Blood on my shirt, rose in my hand/You're looking at me like you don't know who I am/Blood on my shirt, heart in my hand, still beating/

"So with this part, you're going to get down on one knee and hold out a rose to me," Marinette said, demonstrating. "Allegra promised that she'll sit in the front so she can throw the rose to Thomas when this part of the song starts because neither of his can hold it during the rest of the song, and then he'll throw it back to him or backwards on the stage, whichever feels right in the moment. That part isn't as relevant. Meanwhile, I'll be doing a pirouette, and when I stop I'll hold my hand out to you. You won't grab it the first time, but you will the second time. So it's," she stopped to demonstrate.

"'Blood on my shirt,'" she said, putting an accent on shirt as she stopped spinning. "You stay on the ground, then for the 'You're looking at me' part, you're going to get up quickly and do this." She demonstrated the action, pretending she was him and he was her. "Then you'll get back on your knee for the second 'Blood' part, and for 'Still beating' You'll grab my hand after the pirouette and I'll pull you up."

/Fight so dirty but your love so sweet/Talk so pretty but your heart got teeth/Late night devil put your hands on me/And never, never, never, ever let go/

"This part is going to be different than before too," she told him. "There's less movement, but there is needs to be sharp and powerful. After 'Beating' we're going to stay in that position until 'Sweet', when we're going to move like this, away from each other," she said. "Then, on 'teeth,' we move again. Then we wait until 'me,' and this is where we come back together," she added, demonstrating the move by putting her hand on his chest and grabbing one of his hands with the other. She stared up into his eyes before asking, "Got it?"

"Yeah," he muttered, staring right back at her for a moment before remembering who he was, who she was, what they were doing, where he was. "Uh, yes. Yes, I've got it," he stammered, acting very unlike himself. "Got it down. What's next?"

Marinette gave him a playful and reassuring smile. "Then we do the chorus moves again, but we end with me letting go of your hand and turning away while you falling to the ground in despair. It's super depressing, I know, but I felt that it was the best ending for the story."

"I agree," Damian said. "Maybe we should just start again from the top if the rest is all the same as we've done before?"

"Sounds good to me!" Marinette said, and the music began from the beginning.

BONUS:

The duo was unstoppable. If anyone had walked in during this run of the routine, they would have undoubtedly assumed at least one, if not all, of the following things:

1) Damian and Marinette were both professional dancers. No doubt about it.

2) They had fantastic chemistry.

3) They were dating. Or at least hopelessly and secretly in love with each other.

4) Whatever they were dancing for, they would blow everyone else out of the water.

All of those things were correct. Or at least, they soon would be.

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And it’s back! Chapter seven, after all this time!

I’m going to try to post at least two more chapters before New Year’s Eve. Day 8 is currently in production, but I also have some other stuff going on (on Tumblr and irl) so I’m trying to balance. Thanks for being patient.

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COMING UP NEXT: Chapter 8 “Robin Hood AU”

Me whenever I read anything ever, in any fandom

Also I'm sorry my stories must cause people to feel like that (I'm so behind schedule, oof)

I am now reading so many 'in progress' maribat stories that whenever there is an update to one, I have to reread the entire story to remember which one it is

Dick Grayson [as batman]: Let’s get down to business

Dick Grayson [as batman]: to defeat the rogues

Dick Grayson [as batman]: did they send me metas

Dick Grayson [as batman]: when I asked for none

Dick Grayson [as batman]: *grabs Damian* you’re an orphaned, sad, and angry child

Dick Grayson [as batman]: and you haven’t got a clue

Dick Grayson [as batman]: *lifts Damian up like Simba from the Lion King* somehow I’ll make a Wayne out of YOU

Bruce [to Tim Drake]: Couldn’t you have just let me stay dead?

Hey

Hey

Hey

Miraculous and Doctor Who crossover with 13 and her 'Fam' (or any iteration of the Doctor)

Ooh, do you think any of Marinette's friends could show up? Chloe, Luka, Kagami, etc.?

The Camera Crew would be so confused by them lol 😂

batfamily on reality tv headcanons

The Beginnings

Bruce Wayne is approached by a popular reality TV studio with a specific request

They want the Waynes to appear in an episode of a show that follows prominent families to film their dynamics and ways of living

And it so happens that every bat kid LOVES THIS SHOW

They sometimes skip out on patrol to watch it as it airs

They easily get sucked into the drama

“Hey, did you see that Katie from the Mayron family disowned her daughter last night?”

“she WHAT??”

“Hey guys I love the show and everything but can we focus on the gun that pointed at my head right now? Thanks.”

Bruce, at Sunday dinner: “So everyone, for full transparency I must disclose that yesterday I was approached by the makers of some show called ‘Keep-’”

“YES YES 100% YES”

The Episode

It wasn’t even arguable at that point

Bruce went along with it, supposedly because turning it down would look “suspicious” but really he saw how happy it made his family

Their episode is WILD and widely regarded as the best one of the series

Starts out with a house tour led by Bruce and Alfred with meddling kids littered throughout the place

After that it follows them around a typical day and literally every scene is turned into a meme

Tim goes face first into a bowl of cereal after accidentally falling asleep at breakfast

The kids have a handstand contest to see who sits shotgun

There’s not enough room for all the kids in one car

Duke sits on Cass’ lap

Dick and Damian squeeze into the trunk between the jumper cables and a spare tire

Tim just jogs beside the car because he got there last

CARPOOL KARAOKE

Follows the kids getting ready for a press conference

No one can find Jason

Stephanie wears bright blue eyeshadow and refuses to take it off

Bruce goes to yell at Dick but literally cycles through every other name before he gives up

This happens

After the popularity, Bruce is again approached for a spinoff series

*deep sigh* “I can’t do this again…. I’m too weak…”

Notable Quotes

“And here’s the grand staircase whose- *loud crash* -railings are not intended to be a sliding board, Richard-”

Jason: “And here’s my room. Well, it was my room until some crackhead moved in.” Tim, off camera: “Stop calling me a crackhead! You know I was afraid of getting my flu shot!”

Camera man: “so you named your cat after your butler? Isn’t that a little weird?” Damian: “Look this cat in the eyes and tell me that he is not an Alfred.”

“I’m the only sane person in this family.” -everyone, at least once

“Screw you, Bruce! I wish Batman was my dad!”

“Superman wouldn’t treat me like this!”

Tim: “I’m running away to join the circus!” Dick: “Okay, first of all, any self-respecting circus wouldn’t even consider taking you. Secondly-”

Interviewer: “So Barbara, do you consider yourself a part of the Wayne family?” Babs: “Yes, but I’m hoping the emancipation papers go through smoothly.”

“Bruce trusted me, a seventeen year old, to run his entire billion dollar company and y’all think he’s Batman? Sad.”

Steph, to Bruce: “you’re just not that interesting to look at.”

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