Daminette one shots

The League

. . . Marinette POV . . .

My life had fallen apart. I've finally graduated, I turn 18 in a month. As soon as I graduated my parents kicked me out, I was expecting it anyway. With all the lies Lila fed them. My whole class hates me and rumors about me were spread all throughout Paris. So getting a job is impossible.

I've been living off of my savings, which I had made before Lila came. I have about 2000 dollars. After Lila came I stopped spending my money choosing to save it instead. So now that I'm living on the streets, I will only spend my money on food. Although once I'm 18, I plan on moving out of France in general. The cheapest ticket to wherever.

This leads me to this beautiful Wednesday. I'm walking around Paris just enjoying the weather. Most of my possessions are in a small pocket dimension, it works like the pocket in my yo-yo. As Tikki's true holder I can access it in and out of the suit. Although it takes a fair bit of energy to open. I put all the miraculous back into the box. Tikki and Plagg chose to stay in the miraculous box to recatch up with Nuroo and Dussu. The other possessions that I use often are neatly placed in my backpack.

As I was walking a taller boy plowed me over. He was constantly checking over his shoulders. Curse my height as well. The boy had black hair and green eyes. I guess I shouldn't say boy, he looked to be my age. I mean I'm 17 a lady, not a girl. So he would probably prefer man over the boy. He helps me up. "Sorry about that, I'm Max by the way." He greets, now walking beside me. I roll my eyes. "I'm guessing that isn't your real name? Mines Marinette by the way. Who are you running from?" I say casually as I switch directions and loop my arm through his.

"My mother." He growls out lowly. I pull him into an empty alley. I make quick work of grabbing a blue baseball cap and matching hoodie. "Take off your jacket," I order. Holding out my hand for it he passes it to me and slips the hoodie on then the cap. I put his jacket in my bag and slide it back onto my shoulders. "You are lucky I like wearing large hoodies," I state as I loop my arm through his and start walking again. I let out a hum. We aren't blending in well enough. I pull him into another alley, he gives me a confused look. I slide my bag off again. I hand him a pair of sunglasses. Then I take out my hair and put it back up into a messy bun. I put on my spare pair of sunglasses. I once over my outfit Makin sure it doesn't look, French. Then I turn to the boy I'm helping. I turn his cap backward, making him look more like a tourist. I put my bag back on and off we go.

"Sorry it just looked like you were hiding now we look like tourists," I say just loud enough for him to hear. He nods his head in thanks. You can't tell with the sunglasses but I know for a fact that his eyes are scanning everything. "Smike acts like you are excited," I say quietly. "Good idea that is completely opposite of me." He says back with a dazzling fake smile. At least I know it is fake, I already know he hates smiling. "OH I forgot looping arms is a Parisian thing. I just figured it would be less suspicious if you were with someone." I rambled slightly.

He unhooks his arm from mine and places it over my shoulders pulling me into his side. "I hate human contact, the less likely  the better." He states. "Why help a stranger?" He questions me. "I like helping people. That and I also like to avoid my backstabbing friends." I chirp with fake happiness. He let out a fake laugh, convincing enough for the people of Paris.

"So when do you have to go back home?" He asks. I let out a giggle. "I don't have a home," I say lightly making it seem like we are having fun. He raises an eyebrow in question. "When I was 13 a pathological liar transferred to my school. Everyone turned against me. As soon as I graduated my parents kicked me out. I'm 18 in July then I can buy a ticket and fly somewhere." I say happily. He nods his head to my answer. We wander the Parisian streets for maybe 15 more minutes. Casually talking makes it seem like we are having fun.