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Marinette loves her siblings. She really did. She really does. But Kwami, help her for if she hears Adrien taunt her real brother one more time-

"I'M THE FAVORITE HAHA!" 

"SHUT THE FUCK UP" Adrien jumped high as the pillow that Jason threw nearly reached him, a few golden hair strands touching the ceiling, reacting like a true cat rather than a real human person, who would have ducked. 

"If you weren't such a stupid fuck then you would've ducked." Jason grinned ferociously at him, finding even more pillows. Marinette didn't own that many pillows, how did he keep getting pillows? Where did he keep getting pillows?

Adrien gasped in mock-offense as he jumped from object to object. “The reason you duck so much is because you’re a boring asshole!” 

“THAT’S IT-” 

They’re gonna break her apartment. She’ll end up having to live in Wayne Manor, and end up offending Bruce. Dick will hate her and break up with her, Jason will be annoyed, Tim will move out and Damian will be trying to kill Adrien 94% of the time. 

She’ll be kicked out, Adrien with her because they promised each other that they’ll be beside each other forever and always and Marinette was determined to follow through with that promise even if Adrien costs her her career. 

But Kwami, if he doesn’t stop taunting Jason.

A ring from the doorbell silenced everybody, Marinette lighting up from the kitchen knowing that it was Dick, Jason annoyed at the fact that of all the people Marinette would have liked, it had to be him , and Adrien is silenced probably because Jason finally got him and he’s being strangled with a pillow case. 

“MARINETTE, YOUR BOYFRIEND’S HERE-” A shame, he’s escaped. 

Marinette put her apron up, getting ready to run and avoid whatever mess she has in her living room and open the door for Dick when a pair of hands wrapped around her waist and lifted her up to the counter. 

“Woah!” She felt Dick nuzzle her neck, hair tickling her chin. 

“Mornin sunshine~” Marinette kissed the top of his head. 

“Morning, dick~” deep blue eyes met hers. 

“How about a date tonight? It’s a free day for me.” 

“What kind of date?” 

“Well~” 

“Stop flirting with my sister, dickiebird.” Jason sneered from the doorway 

“Hey big bird!” Adrien popped up from behind Jason. 

“ You of all people don’t get to call him big bird-”  

“He’s my big bird now too~” 

“ shut the fuck up before I start shoving my boot three feet down your throat you little-” 

Marinette sighed and dropped her head on Dick’s shoulder. “They’ve been doing this all day.” 

“Aw, poor you” Dick snorted. 

Marinette glared at him. “You can cancel that date” 

“wha- no wait I’m sorry~” Dick dragged the ‘y’, whining as Marinette ignored him. 

“Nope, you deserve this” 

“Noooo Mari~ at least don’t cancel o-” Before Dick could finish, a pillow hit him. 

“What the-” 

“Stop flirting with my sister, Dickerson!” And there was Jason. With another pillow. Marinette felt her eye twitching. Dick did a series of flips, avoiding every pillow that Jason somehow keeps pulling out of thin air . 

“So, you need help with what to wear?” She turned to Adrien now sitting beside her, smiling at her. 

“Your fashion sense is 50/50, so it depends. Is it ‘The Nanny Ms. Fine’ type of help or a ‘train with a cape is a great combination’ type of help.”

“I stand by my choices, a train and a cape! How awesome would you be!” 

“You’d look like a fool, from front to back. The only thing missing from that look is frilly sleeves, a ridiculously huge feather sunhat and shades” God, what a way to say ‘hey look at me, I know shit about fashion but pretend I do anyway’. Forgive her for quoting Chloe, but it was Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous! 

“ Great, now you made them into a hobo” Adrien pouted at her. 

“Anyone who would wear that would already look like a hobo.” They were distracted by a huge crash from the living room. 

“Sorry Pixie! I’ll replace it!” 

“It was Jay’s fault!” 

“Excuse you! You’re the one flipping all over the place! This isn’t a gym!” 

“And this isn’t a shooting range! Stop throwing pillows around!” 

Marinette winced, pushing herself off the counter and Adrien doing the same. “You can help” Adrien physically glowed.  

“Great~! So I was thinking, remember that gold necklace Selina got you?” 

“The one she stole?” 

“Borrowed, whatever.” 

“She stole it” 

“Borrowed indefinitely with no permission” 

“ stole” 

“Fine! Stole! Better?” 

“Immensely” 

“You’re getting better at English” 

“Thanks to you~” 

“Is this your way of saying I’m your favorite?” A pillow flew and almost hit Adrien. He caught it before it hit him. 

“Jason! We need to dress your sister up for her date!” 

“ not unless I murder this son of a-”  

“ NO JASON STOP I’M SORRY-” Marinette looked at Adrien. 

“You’re the favorite sibling.” Adrien threw the pillow down. 

“HEAR THAT YOU BIG FUCK?” 

“ADRIEN!”

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"Tim's legs are too pretty" Jason turned his head to look at his tiny sister who was currently glaring at her leggings. 

"Tim's legs?" 

"Yes," Marinette hissed. 

"He's- he's pretty for a guy. As pretty as Luka, Jason. No, prettier . He's- he's as pretty as Felix"

Adrien popped his head from the bathroom. "Felix as in our Felix or Felix as in our neighbor Felix?" 

"Both." 

Jason shrugged. "Just the type of people they are, they grow pretty and die pretty" Adrien sauntered over to them. 

"Just like you~" Adrien tapped Marinette’s head and sat down beside her. 

Marinette glared at him. "Don't give me your pity." She hissed. “Is this gender envy?” 

“pretty sure it’s just envy” 

“ I envy them all”

"I'm done!" Tim came out of the room dressed in a short plain black dress, a gold chain belt hanging from his hips, bringing out the shine in his gold contacts. 

"This outfit is great for the undercover case. Thanks Mars." 

Jason clapped his hands. "What'd I tell ya! The best!" 

Tim nodded, off texting on his phone as he grabbed his hair extensions. "Yeah, cool. I'm canceling all of cass' appointments. Can you be my go to? It's fine if you don't but I might borrow a lot of your clothes. We're roughly the same size anyway." 

Marinette glared at the fishnet stockings Tim wore. "You're too pretty. I need to keep dressing you." 

Tim looked up from his phone. "As in, suits?" 

Marinette directed her glare to his face. "Dresses. You're my new model."

There was silence before Jason laughed loudly. "Yeah, he's kinda busy enough as is Pix. You know, being co-ceo of one of the biggest companies in the world, being red robin, etc." 

Marinette glared at him. “It’s either him or you.” 

Jason snorted. “As if any dress can fit me” 

“I can make it so-”

Tim cleared his throat awkwardly, ears red as he fiddled with the make-up kit on Marinette’s dresser table. “I don’t really…mind? Being your model? A-as long as I can keep some clothes at least. I can pay for them too, actually.” As the silence stretched, Tim’s face got redder.

Adrien stared at Tim, like a cat about to pounce on his owner before his face lit up. “It’s for Kon!” 

Tim looked like a deer caught in head-lights. “Sh! No! Stop saying his name!” Adrien grinned, and this is why he was chosen for the chaotic ring. 

“It’s for Kon, as in Conner Kent! Kon-El Kent! Superboy!” Tim has never run so fast in his life just to shut a man up. 

“Sh! Oh my god stop talking!” Beat red, and Marinette never knew anyone aside from her can look that red. 

“Jason, how and why do you put up with him!” Jason raised his eyebrow at him and pointed at Marinette with his thumb. 

“Marinette why” Marinette raised her eyebrow at him. 

“He put me on his shoulder and I’ve never been able to get down since.”

“Seeing as wonder boy’s lover here hasn’t responded yet, maybe he’s asleep” Tim shook his head. 

“No, he must be busy. He still hears me even when he’s asleep.” 

“Or maybe he just wasn’t listening.” Jason inhaled deep. 

“Jason. Jason no. Jason I love you, please don’t. JASON NO-” Tim couldn’t cover Jason’s mouth in time, and as quick as a second there was Kon, looking disheveled. 

“Where’s Tim, what happened?” Jason pointed at Tim. 

“...uh.” Kon was stuck there floating as he took in the sight of Tim in a dress. 

“Great, now I have a tongue-tied kryptonian in my bedroom.” Marinette muttered, sinking deep into a couch. Marinette turned to glare at Jason. 

“I’m going on a date with dick just because of this,” 

Jason shrugged. “Fair enough, I’ll be on a date with Roy.” 

Adrien clapped his hands. “Great! You four go on a date, and I can relax in an amazing bubble bath! Make it a 6 people date, I don’t care. I want the apartment to myself tonight.” 

Marinette raised her brow at this. “I paid for the apartment?” 

“You love me so it’s mine now. What’s yours is mine and what’s mine is-” 

Marinette cut him off ''mine?” 

“no. Mine.” Marinette grumped, sinking even deeper into the couch what the fuck.  

“This is why Jason’s my favorite” Jason smugly looked down at Adrien as he choked in offense 

“ That’s unfair!”

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“Yeah, so the reason why Pluto isn’t considered a planet is because of Eris, right? And the theme for the next poetry battle I have is heartbreak, so I was thinking of adding the knowledge into the poem, but I don’t know how” The voice of Duke Thomas echoed through the room and the grunt of Jason Todd could be heard as Marinette entered. 

“Hello, person I know. Why are you on my couch?”

“Hey Nette. I came for advice.” 

“From Jason? Where is he?” 

“In the kitchen!” Jason answered. 

“I’m staying for the food, good luck kicking me out.” Duke stared at her as Marinette placed her coat in the coat rack. 

“Noted. Anyone else coming?” 

“Steph’s picking Babs up, Cass is bringing Damian.” 

“Oh Damian! How’s he been?” 

“Pretty good. He joined an art club in his school” Duke nodded. 

“That’s sweet.” Marinette walked to the kitchen. 

“So Jay. What’re you making?” 

“Your name soup. I’ve been trying to recreate Uncle Shifu’s soup.” 

“Celestial soup?” 

“Marinette soup” 

“Celestial.” 

“Marinette.” 

“Cele-” Adrien barged in from the other door. When was there another door? What are they doing to her apartment? 

“Maman and Papa are coming over in like, 3 days.” 

“Really? Sweet, we can have a whole family dinner!” Tim entered through the window, in a suit. What the fuck. 

“Oof, sure we’ll all fit?” Jason looked at him curiously as he stirred the soup. 

“Yeah? It’s gonna be me, dad, mom, Adrien and Pixie.” 

Tim paused in his crawl/step. “We’re not invited?” 

Duke popped his head in “Are we not family to you anymore Jason?” 

Jason rolled his eyes. “In my defense, It’s been a while since I last saw mom and dad. Let me have this, you brats.” 

Adrien strolled in the kitchen, looking over every ingredient. “You’re missing something” 

Jason raised his brows at him. “Seriously? There’s an actual secret ingredient? Not just love?” 

Adrien snorted. “Yep.” 

“It’s missing the flowers” Marinette took note. 

“Well, what’s the flowers he put in?” Marinette looked at Adrien, hoping he would know. Adrien shrugged. 

“Just pick some flowers and hope it isn’t poisonous.” Jason nodded, grabbing and cleaning the green onion. 

“I’m gonna poison your soup, Adrien.” 

“Thanks, Jason.” 

“Do I get soup?” 

“Yes Tim, you do. Look at you, you don’t even eat-” Jason was starting a ramble about Tim’s health now. Okay. Poor Tim, but at least it isn’t her. 

Marinette walked back to the living room to where Duke was casually sitting watching a show. “Your brothers are annoying and tiring.” 

“Technically, they’re more yours than mine~” Marinette groaned, leaning against him. 

“Where’s Dick?” 

“Picking Alfred from the airport. Bruce is at the manor.” 

“Are they coming over? Your house is big, why my apartment?” Duke wiggled his eyebrows at her. 

“If you just moved to the manor~” 

“I refuse.” 

All of a sudden, Cass appeared from the window, gently tapping to get their attention. Marinette didn’t really see why she needed to do that since Damian was yelling up a storm and looked about ready to break her window. 

Cass opened the window, pushing Damian in first. “Dupain-Cheng has a door for a reason” He hissed. For a second, he was the favorite. It was ruined when he threw a knife at Adrien. 

“Woah, okay then stabby cat.” Did Damian just hiss? So this is her life. Marinette wants a refund, thanks. 

“ I am not a cat-” Before they could finish their argument which would’ve quickly ended with Damian tearing a hole in her wall and Marinette tearing Adrien off the ceiling, Steph burst through the door with Babs. 

“Hello, my favorite mistakes! How’s it going?!” Tim popped his head from the kitchen, looking miserable. 

“Steph! Save me!” And Steph, like the traitor she was, stuck her tongue out at him. 

“Suffer.” 

“And another thing!” Jason’s voice rang through the room. Tim groaned. 

“Shut up!” 

Marinette sighed, turning to look at Duke. It started with him. It’s gonna end with him. She’s sorry. 

Maybe. 

“You’re my new favorite.” Duke smiled at her for a moment before realizing what that meant. 

“Oh you B-” A bunch of pillows flew to Duke, cutting him off. 

May he rest in peace.

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Dick twirled Marinette in his arms, dipping her slowly. 

“You look wonderful,” Dick whispered, smiling gently at her. Marinette smiled at him as he raised her back up. 

“I had you as an inspiration.” The dress she wore was simple. Nightwing blue, long skirt ending on her ankles. It was flowy, beautiful and not the most eye-catching unless she was being twirled around by Dick. Then it sparkled and shone, a dress that makes you never want to stop moving. 

“We should get going, don’t you think? Wouldn’t want to be late to the party.” Dick murmured as he swayed her gently. 

“You say that, but you’re not moving away” His hands are on her waist and her hands are on his shoulders. 

“I’d think it was your fault, for being so dazzling.”  and then their eyes caught. 

“So you’re blaming me for being pretty?” They stared intently into each other’s eyes, feeling their body heat reflect on each other. 

“If the shoe fits.” They were leaning closer, and closer. A breath away from kissing each other, their lips begging to meet. Just as they were about to close their eyes, the door burst open.

Duke was carrying Adrien who hung limply in his arms. 

“I need medical help and this is the closest place!” Dick yelped and ran to get the first aid, Marinette running to push stuff off the table for Adrien to sit on. 

“MMm Fine. Don’t listen to Duck.” 

“It’s Duke” 

“Duck.” 

“Okay.” 

Marinette ushered Adrien on the table as Dick ran in with the kit. 

“What happened?” Dick asked. 

“This idiot decided to run into a fight scene with no protection, suit or anything!” 

“Adrien why”  

“Because fuck you” 

“That’s not a valid reason,” Marinette sighed. “I’m gonna go look for some clothes, Duke, mind patching him up? Dick, call Allison and tell her we won’t be able to attend.” 

“Nnoooo” Adrien whined. 

“M fine, Bugaboo, go on your date” Adrien dazidly said. 

Marinette frowned at him. “We’ll only leave when you’re fine.” 

Adrien blew a raspberry at her. “M fine! My ass is the finest it’s ever been.” Marinette rolled her eyes, leaving the room. 

“Okay, I’m going to have to take your shirt off dude.” Duke carefully raised his shirt, cringing at the bloody wounds. 

“Your face is doing the face thingy.” Adrien sniffled. 

“Am I ugly?” Duke shook his head, finally taking the shirt off. 

“No, you’re gorgeous. It’s just the wounds.” Adrien groaned. 

“ I’m going to be ugly and die alone like batman” Duke snorted. 

“I’ll tell him you said that” 

“I don’t even have a hot villain to flirt with!” 

“ That’s your issue?” Duke took a cotton with alcohol, dabbing lightly. 

Adrien hissed. “Stop, that hurts.” He whined, pushing Duke’s hand away. 

Duke continued dabbing, ignoring the hand. “Stop moving, it’ll hurt more if you keep moving” Adrien flicked his forehead.

“God, you’re so fucking rude.” Duke rolled his eyes. 

“I’m sorry, who was the idiot that ran straight to a crime scene? No suits, weapons, anything to protect him?” Plagg pointed at Adrien from his spot on the table as he ate (more like choked on) another slice of camembert. 

“Traitor” Adrien narrowed his eyes at Plagg. 

Duke winced as he disinfected more of the large wound on Adriens's chest. 

"Jesus Christ." Adrien tapped the table. 

"It looks worse than it is." 

"No, no I'm pretty sure it's as bad as it looks." Adrien grinned seductively. 

"Aw, what's the matter baby, don't think I look pretty like this?" He purred. Duke poked at the wound. 

"I don't like you." Adrien laughed. 

"So how is it?" Marinette asked, walking into the room with a big black shirt. 

"I brought something for him to put on, it should be big enough to not cause discomfort." 

"Thanks Mars." Duke answered. 

"He's fine, nothing that won't heal. Might leave a scar though." Adrien gasped, like the dramatic cat he is and places his hand over the wound.

"Oh! My skin! My gorgeous untainted skin! How ever will I be able to model ever again!" 

“You won’t be able to. Stop bleeding all over the table like the pathetic cat you are, Agreste.” Marinette turned around to see Damian, in his robin suit. Entering through the window with a bundle. 

“Dupain-Cheng.” He nodded towards her. 

“Where’s Grayson?” 

“He should be finishing the call by now.” 

“It doesn’t matter. I have this for you.” Damian carefully held out to bundle for her. 

“Uh.” Though she couldn’t see his eyes she knew that Damian just rolled his eyes. This is why she doesn’t make his macaroons a lot. 

“It’s a pet, not some organ I stole from some idiotic maniac off the street. If I were to acquire an organ I would’ve given it to Drake.” 

“Oh!” Ignoring everything after ‘pet’, Marinette carefully took the bundle. 

“Hello~” She cooed. The bundle wriggled in her hold and out popped a puppy’s head. 

“Aw!” Marinette hugged the puppy to her chest, letting it lick her neck. “Who’s dog is it?” 

“Yours.”  Marinette laughed.

“That’s sweet, Damian, but my place doesn’t allow pets.” 

“You’re special” Damian crossed his arms. 

“Uh-uh. Say that to the landlord.” 

“I’m the landlord. I bought this place.” Adrien choked on a laugh 

“cool. Tell daddy-o to lessen the rent!” Damian frowned at him. 

“Lowering the rent would be atrocious, are you even a businessman? How can you be with how incompetent you are.” He sneered. 

“You’re serious.” Marinette stood aghast in front of Damian. 

“Of course I am. I have the money, don’t I?” 

“You mean Bruce does.” Dick said, entering the room. 

“So what’d I- oh my gosh that’s a puppy can I hold it? ” Marinette gave Dick the puppy. 

“Your dad owns my apartment.” 

“Bruce bought the apartment?” Jason entered through a broken window. 

“When did that break?” 

“Kon.” Adrien said, patting the table and getting ready to lie down. 

“Hey, no. No laying down on the table.” Duke fussed over Adrien. 

“I bought the building, so that pets will be allowed.” 

“So the brat owns the apartment.” 

“My landlord is your brother.” Dick winced. 

“Well…free rent?” 

“As long as that cat stays here I will be asking for rent.” Damian said, pointing at Adrien. 

“Why’s everyone so fucking rude” Adrien said as Duke managed to get him to sit on the chair. Adrien pulled a pillow from the air. At least now Marinette knows that they hang out without her. 

“Food? What happened to blondie.2?” Jason asked.

“Ran into a fight,” Duke said. 

“Yeah, we want food.” Dick answered. 

“You have an apartment, why do you never go there.” 

“I bought the apartment beside you.” 

“ Why?” Jason smiled innocently. 

“So that I can wreck more of your walls!” Marinette inhaled. 

“This is why Adrien’s the favorite.” Adrien snored.