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A Miraculous Reveal - Rings True

Post Season Five - Angst w/ a very happy ending

Summary: Ladybug hits send on her text to Chat Noir, telling him who Monarch is. She tells Adrien a very different story. Adrien doesn't know what to make of it, but he thinks he deserves the truth. Thanks to @coffeebanana, @wackus-bonkus-maximus, and @nemaliwrites for the beta read. This hits just a bit harder because of your input.

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A Miraculous Reveal - Rings True

I figured out who Monarch is. He’s Gabriel Agreste. Meet me at the Agreste Mansion .

Chat Noir stares at the text and then glances up once again at the imposing statue erected in his father’s honor. Because his father apparently sacrificed himself to help Ladybug defeat Monarch.

He shivers in the winter morning air.

Both of those realities can’t be true.

Chat Noir falls to the ground, his father’s oversized form blocking out the sun’s glare. He has no idea what he was feeling, but whatever it was, it wasn’t good. He just sits there, gravel from the pavement digging through his suit, barely aware of the passersby chattering about his unexpected presence. He can’t hear what they’re saying with his heart trying to beat its way out of his chest. His stomach is so sour he thinks he might throw up, and his hands shake hard enough he’s not certain he will keep hold of his baton.

His father’s gone.

He wished for this. Adrien wanted the man who wouldn’t let him make his own choices or live his life gone. And him being Monarch made all of that worse somehow.

How many times had Adrien wished Monarch dead?

Well, now he was.

But Ladybug told him to his face, as Adrien, that his father gave up everything so he could be happy.

Adrien can’t believe it. His father had never cared about Adrien’s happiness. That had never been more clear than when he shipped Adrien off to London to be the poster child alongside Kagami for the Alliance rings or whatever else his father had in mind.

It’s far, far easier to believe his father had been Monarch.

But why did Ladybug lie?

He doesn’t have to contemplate the question long. She lands next to him and he scrambles to his feet, his shoulders tense as he turns to her. She asked to meet him this morning, it’s the first time he’s seen her since he failed to show up to fight Monarch. Is she angry with him? She doesn’t look angry, but she doesn’t look happy either.

She very noticeably does not look at the monument.

“Can we talk anywhere but here?” Her voice shakes. And it’s amazing how just that small sign of anxiety from her makes his own turmoil abate.

For the moment, at least.

He clears his throat. “Lead the way.” His voice sounds like gravel.

She takes off, and he launches himself in pursuit, not paying any attention to where they’re going. He just follows the flash of red as he always does.

They eventually settle on an ordinary rooftop away from prying eyes. She doesn’t speak. She stares at the blank brick wall in front of them as if it holds all the answers of the universe.

Every moment of silence eats at him, bringing back the clammy feeling in his neck and the sour churn in his stomach. He can’t stand it.

“M’lady?”

She glances at him and visibly swallows.

“Are you okay?”

Her hands grip the edge of the roof and her gaze drops. She shakes her head and her eyes well with tears.

His hand covers hers immediately. “I’m sorry I wasn’t there.”

She leans into his shoulder and his arm comes around her immediately.

She breaks down into tears immediately, and he just holds her as she cries herself out.

“I wish you were there,” she whispers, and his chest tightens in guilt. “I don’t know that it would have made any difference, but–” her head nuzzles further into his shoulder, “–I would have felt better with you there.”

“I’m sorry,” he croaks again. He shouldn’t have given into his nightmare. He could have broken out of his father’s prison. It apparently wouldn’t have even mattered that it would have revealed his identity.

Monarch was dead.

She shakes her head. “You couldn’t have known. I didn’t know either. I was there for another reason entirely.”

He wants to ask what that reason was, but now that she’s talking, he’s unwilling to interrupt.

“Discovering his identity was an accident. The miraculized robots were everywhere. They were tracking my active miraculous somehow. I had to detransform. He had me cornered. Thank god you sent Plagg. The tides shifted then! And I had him!”

Her face falls and she buries her eyes in her closed fists.

“I was so stupid! I thought I could convince him to give it up for Adrien.”

His throat tightens. It isn’t surprising that his father wouldn’t. But hearing her say it still somehow hurts.

Adrien had never been enough, not for his father.

He blinks furiously to fend off the unwanted tears.

“So why is there a statue of Monarch in the middle of Paris?” he croaks. “Why did you lie to Adrien?”

He doesn’t mean for it to be an accusation. He needs to know.

But she recoils violently. “It wasn’t a lie!”

He frowns. “But—“

Her face crumples and her body shakes like an earthquake. She breaks down into wracking sobs all over again. “I lost , Chaton. I trusted him. I wanted to be able to heal their relationship. He took all the miraculouses - including the Ladybug and the Black Cat. He made a wish.”

Adrien sucks in a breath.

“But something I said must have gotten through because he changed his wish. He didn’t wish for his wife to be revived. He joined her in death instead. Then all the miraculouses minus the butterfly were returned to me. Before he did it, he asked me to make sure Adrien remembered him fondly.”

Adrien tastes bile. Seriously? His father wanted Adrien to think well of him?

“So I only told Adrien the good parts. But I didn’t lie . Gabriel did sacrifice himself for his son’s happiness in the end. He did help me defeat Monarch.”

Adrien’s claws dig into his knee. His father may have said he did it for Adrien, but that’s what he always said. That’s what he said when he wouldn’t let Adrien have a birthday party, or go play music with his friends, what he said when he had forbidden Adrien from being with Marinette and when he had Adrien shipped off to London.

But none of it was ever actually for Adrien. It never was.

His father hadn’t needed to make a wish at all. He didn’t have to leave. If he wanted Adrien to be happy, he could have come back and done things differently. “But it’s a lie.”

She shakes her head. “It doesn’t matter.”

“Doesn’t matter?!” he echoes hotly. “That’s what Gabriel did to his son all the time. Lied to him, made choices for him about what he was allowed to know and do, what Adrien was allowed to feel . He locked him up and sent him away from the people he loved most!”

His heart rises to his throat, his chest heaves up and down.

Ladybug stares at him, her eyes wide. “How do you know all that?”

He tries to meet her gaze, but he can’t do it. He feels exposed.

“And now you want Adrien to remember that man fondly?! Want him to think that his pain and frustration and anger are all something he imagined?!”

She cries harder. “But he deserves better than Gabriel,” she sobs.

Chat Noir took both her shoulders and squeezed them gently. “He deserves the truth. You need to tell him, M’lady.”

And he’s being ridiculous. He already knows, so what does it matter?

He just wants her to be the one to tell him.

“But how do I do that?” Her words are barely louder than the wind. Tears slipdown her face.

“He deserves to know,” he says again.

She leans back into Chat’s chest. “You’re right. I just— I wish he didn’t have to go through all this.”

“He won’t be alone.”

He has Marinette, Nino, and Plagg.

He has her .

…

Ladybug doesn’t show up that night. Or the next. Adrien spends each evening pacing back and forth in front of his stupidly large glass window. He purposely kept his evenings clear - sending Marinette home early and begging Nathalie to let him eat alone in his room.

He was trying to make it easier for Ladybug to approach him.

But still, she hasn’t come. He doesn’t understand it. What is she waiting for? Does she not trust him as Chat Noir? Does she think Adrien can’t handle the truth?

Adrien throws himself backwards onto his bed. Each day he proves more irritable than the last, prone to snapping at everyone around him — even Marinette, who’s the absolutely last person who deserves his ire.

Five excruciating days later, she stands before him, wringing her gloved hands and all the tension that had been building up inside him like water against a dam for days, releases.

She’s here. She’s going to tell him.

He smiles at her. “What can I do for you, Ladybug?” he asks.

She doesn’t meet his gaze. She’s so worked up, he almost feels bad that he pushed her into this. He could have just volunteered as Chat Noir to talk to Adrien himself.

“Are you okay?” he asks.

She laughs darkly, and looks at him. “You should not be asking me that. I just… I have some things that I need to tell you, things I should have told you before. C-can we sit down for this?”

“Of course!” he says, walking her to the couch. “Can I get you anything?”

“No, no! I’m fine,” she says. “You should sit too.”

He sits next to her. She’s vibrating in her seat. Her legs are bouncing, her hands are fidgeting, she looks at him only to look away immediately.

She bolts to her feet and starts pacing in front of him. His eyes follow her.

“So umm…” Her hands flail around her. “You know how I told the city that your father helped me defeat Monarch?” The words come out of her in a rush, like she’s afraid if she stops she won’t get them out.

“Yes?”

“Well, that wasn’t exactly true. Your father—” she looks at him now. “Well, he was Monarch.”

And there it is. The words are out. He almost wants to laugh. Instead, he lets out a heavy sigh.

“Are you okay?” she asks, kneeling down in front of him, and taking his hands.

He smiles again, and nods. “I… okay is not the word, but maybe? Thank you for telling me. It’s relieving in a way.”

“Relieving?” she repeats, her eyebrows arching in disbelief.

“Yeah, thinking of him as a hero after everything he had done to me… it didn’t feel right, but being angry with the person who helped Ladybug save all of Paris— well, that didn’t feel right either.”

“I— I’m sorry I didn’t tell you before.”

He squeezes her hand.

“Why are you letting the whole city believe he was a hero?” he asks. It’s still the one bit that doesn’t make sense.

She offers him a pained smile. “Because I didn’t want anyone to know you had any association with the villains.”

He frowns. “You don’t need to do—“

She shakes her head sharply, cutting him off. “There’s more to it than that. This next part, Adrien. I…” she bites her lower lip. “I haven’t told anyone. Not even my partner.”

Every muscle in his body locks up.

“This is too sensitive, too personal. I feel like I shouldn’t even know.”

Her hands tremble, and he shivers. What could be so awful that it was worth letting all of Paris believe Monarch was a hero?

Ladybug’s finger taps the rings on his left hand - and he glances down at his parents’ wedding rings.

“These aren’t ordinary rings. They’re amoks.”

“Amoks?” he repeats. “Like for a sentimonster?”

“Sentibeings,” she corrects. “These are your amoks.”

Did his father leave sentimonsters running around? Ones that Adrien is now responsible for? How awful was—

Ladybug watches him carefully. She’s biting her lip again, her eyes wide, clearly bracing herself for his reaction.

He missed the mark. The rings are suddenly all he can see. These are his amoks.

He hunches forward, his shoulders feeling like lead. He gasps for air that won’t fill his lungs. It feels like the ground has opened up underneath him and swallowed him whole.

Ladybug’s arms wrap around him, she cradles his head against her chest. She strokes his hair like he’s a small child needing to be soothed.

“I’m a… sentimonster.”

She shakes her head violently. “Senti- being. ”

He laughs, the sound hysterical and unbelieving even in his own ears.

“But yes, you were created with the peacock miraculous.”

He’s a sentimonster.

His whole life is stored in a pair of rings .

“I’m sorry. I didn’t know how to tell you this,” Ladybug says, tears slipping over her mask. “I wish you didn’t have to know.”

His eyes fly up to her face. Ladybug almost didn’t tell him. If Chat Noir hadn’t convinced her, would he have ever known?

Suddenly, he’s furious. “You weren’t going to tell me.”

“Adrien, I swear I returned the rings to you the second I understood what they were.”

“What if I had taken them off or given them away?!”

Then her words catch up to him.

“Wait. You didn’t give me these rings. It was… Marinette?”

Her eyes flood with tears. It’s confirmation enough.

He scuttles backward so fast the couch tips over. He shoves himself across the floor further, needing to be away from her.

“Adrien! Please!” she begs, reaching for him on her knees.

She’s Marinette.

He sobs brokenly, shaking his head. “I don’t understand! Why would you keep this from me?! I thought Ladybug, at least, had no idea what my father was like. But you? Marinette! You stood against him time and again. And now you cave to him?! To lie to me?!”

“I didn’t want to hurt you! I wanted you to be as happy as possible given everything that has happened.”

He caves in on himself - he cradles his neck, and buries his head between his knees, rocking back and forth.

“Adrien?” she asks, her hand hovering over his shoulder. He flinches from her, and she backs away.

“I’m sorry!” she cries.

“You know, when I read your text the first time, I felt relief . My father was Monarch. That sucked, but it also felt like a puzzle piece had snapped into place. Something that made sense .”

“What text?”

“Then you showed up to talk to me, and you fed me a completely different story! My father, a hero?“ he laughs bitterly.

“Adrien—“

“When I told you that you needed to tell me, I didn’t think it mattered because I already knew. I wanted to hear it from you.”

Her eyes blow open wide and her mouth falls open into a horrified “oh”.

“Chaton?” she asks, her voice cracking.

“If I hadn’t done that, would you have ever told me?”

Her cries only intensify and she doesn’t answer him, but for once, he’s unmoved by her tears. He can’t ever remember being so angry with her.

“You’re just like him.”

The look on her face is pure devastation. He can’t bring himself to care.

“I’m so sorry,” she sobs.

“Why didn’t you just use the rings?”

“What do you mean?” Her voice is so quiet he barely hears her.

“If you wanted me to be happy, couldn’t you have just ordered me to be happy?”

“Adrien! That’s horrible!”

“Is it?! How is it any different than what you did?! You told me lies to manipulate my feelings! Made me believe in something that you knew wasn’t true. The rings just would have made it easier.”

“I would never do that to you!”

“But you did!”

“I’m sorry! I didn’t understand! I never wanted to hurt you. I love you.”

“That just makes it worse.”

“Adrien, please.” She reaches for him again. And he pulls away.

“I can’t do this right now.”

She stares at him, her eyes glassy. “Adrien–”

“Just go!” he shouts.

And she does. And he’s not entirely certain that he wants her to come back.

…

She keeps calling him. She calls him so many times that first night he loses track. She leaves him messages almost every time. He listens to every single one the second it comes in.

She apologizes profusely again and again. She cries until her voice is sandpaper, and then she cries more. She understands why he’s angry and she knows what she did wrong.

He wants to forgive her. He does.

But he doesn’t know how.

Two days go by, and he still doesn’t take any of her calls. But he continues to listen to every message.

His phone rings again, but it’s Alya.

“Hey, what’s up?” he answers cautiously.

“How are you doing?” And it’s definitely Alya talking — not Marinette and he relaxes.

“That depends.”

“On?”

“Are you asking because you want to know, or because Marinette does?”

“I won’t tell Marinette anything if you don’t want me to, but whatever happened between the two of you, know that she has always loved you.”

He squeezes his eyes closed. He doesn’t even doubt that. But his parents had loved him too. He twists his amoks around his finger. That hadn’t stopped either of them from controlling and manipulating him.

“Sometimes love isn’t enough,” he says.

Alya’s silent for a moment. “You don’t really believe that, do you?” she asks softly.

“I didn’t used to,” he admits. “But now… now, I don’t know where I stand with anyone.”

“I can only imagine how hard it must be to process everything about your father.”

“Yeah, everything about my father,” he echoes dully. Alya doesn’t know even half of it—

“It’s so messed up,” she commiserates. “Especially given who you all turned out to be.”

Unless she already knows all of it. Because she’s Ladybug’s best friend!

“How long have you known?” he asks, trying to keep his tone even, but it probably just comes out cold.

“Known what?”

“That I’m Chat Noir, she’s Ladybug, and my father was fucking Monarch?!”

“Adrien, listen—“

Adrien’s tired of listening.

“—she had a total meltdown.”

“She told you before she told me, didn’t she?”

“Adrien–”

He’s shaking his head even though she can’t see him. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Because I thought it should come from her! ”

“Did she also tell you I’m a sentimonster and she wasn’t going to tell me?!”

“A what?! Adrien!—“

He hangs up. He tries to take solace from the fact that Marinette hadn’t told Alya or Chat Noir about Adrien being a sentimonster. She had some lines she wouldn’t cross at least.

But it’s not enough. She hadn’t planned on telling him either.

He twists the rings on his finger. What if he had taken them off?

It’s the thought he can’t shake.

He calls Nino.

“Hey mec! What’s up?”

“Tell me you didn’t know.”

“Know what?”

“Did Marinette or Alya tell you about me?”

“Umm… I thought you already knew that Marinette liked you since you guys have been dating.”

And despite everything Adrien bursts out laughing. Nino definitely didn’t know anything.

“Dude! What is going on?”

“Can I come over?”

“Anytime, mec!” Nino exclaims enthusiastically! “You never have to ask.”

…

Adrien barely has time to knock before Nino whips the door open and yanks him inside and into a hug.

Adrien lets himself relax. Nino didn’t know anything. Nino never lied to him. If anything, Nino was stupidly forthcoming about his own secrets.

He can trust Nino.

Which gives him an idea. A terrible idea.

“Dude! How’ve you been holding up?”

Adrien shrugs. Before he can overthink it, he slips both of his amoks off his finger and presses them into Nino’s hands.

“Put these on,” he says.

Nino looks at the rings. “Are these wedding rings?” Nino asks.

“Technically, yes.”

“You proposing, mec? You could at least buy me dinner first.”

Adrien doesn’t laugh. “Just put them on. I want to try something. I’ll explain after.”

Nino slips the rings on without any hesitation. “Okay. Now what?”

Because Nino trusts him.

“Tell me to do something weird.”

“Weird like what?”

“I don’t know, something I wouldn’t normally do.”

Nino pulls out his phone and puts on a dance remix. “Alright dude. Dance like you’ve never danced before.”

Adrien throws himself into the moves, rolls with the music Nino’s music, he tells himself. It doesn’t feel like a compulsion. It feels like he wants to do it - almost like it’s his own idea. But he can’t stop either. And he wants to cry.

How many times had he tried to stand up to his father only to immediately fold once standing before him?

Even his maman! How many times had she sweet talked him into cooperating? She had always said he was an easy child. All he had ever wanted was to make them proud. Was any of it him?

Nino stops the music.

“Dude! You’re crying.”

He is, and yet, he’s still dancing. Another sob tears from his throat.

He’s not human. He’s a sentimonster, a puppet on strings, a plaything for his parents’ amusement.

“Stop it! What’s wrong?” Nino asks, putting a hand on his shoulder.

Adrien’s limbs still, and he falls to his knees, sobbing.

Nino is on the ground right next to him an instant later. “Talk to me, please.”

Adrien knows with that command, he can technically talk about anything, but he had come here to talk about one thing in particular.

“I’m a sentimonster,” he gasps. “I’ve been a sentimonster my whole life. Those,” he points to the rings on Nino’s pinky and ring finger, “are my amoks.”

Nino’s expression falls off his face. Then he tears the rings off his hands and slams them up against Adrien’s chest.

“Why would you ever give these to me?! Why would you give them to anyone?!”

“I just… wanted to know how they worked, what it felt like. I didn’t think you would use them if you knew.”

“Damn right, I wouldn’t!” Nino roared, his chest visibly heaving. “Please don’t put me in that position again!”

Adrien nods. “I’m sorry.”

“What the hell is going on? What do you mean you’re a sentimonster? They haven’t been around that long. Are you some kind of copy of my best friend?”

Adrien shakes his head. “I’m the original, one and only, Adrien Agreste. My father had the butterfly and the peacock since before I was born, and apparently for some reason —“ that Adrien hadn’t had time to even think about, let alone figure out. “—they raised a sentimonster instead of having a child using more natural methods.”

“Wait! Your father had the butterfly?! But that means—“

“He was Monarch,” Adrien says before Nino can.

“But Ladybug said—“

“Yeah well, Ladybug doesn’t have the best relationship with the truth,” he says bitterly. “She’s just like my father.”

Nino looks more shocked by that than anything else Adrien has said.

“What?” Adrien asks, unable to interpret Nino’s silence.

“Dude!” Nino exclaims like that explains everything. “You’ve always been Ladybug’s biggest fan!”

“That was before she tried to lie to me about my father! She wasn’t even going to tell me about being a sentimonster! She gave me back these rings without saying anything! What if I had lost one or taken them off? Or gave her one when I proposed?!”

“When you proposed?” Nino echoes. “To Ladybug?”

Adrien thunks his head against the wall. He hadn’t lasted twenty-four hours with her identity. She’s going to kill him.

“Can we pretend I didn’t say that?”

Nino’s head cocks to the side. “Marinette is Ladybug. Huh.”

“That doesn’t surprise you?”

“That’s definitely the least surprising thing you’ve said today. Not surprising at all really,” Nino says. “Okay, so we’re pissed at Maribug—“

“Cute.”

“—because she didn’t tell you about your father being an even worse dick than we already knew. And she didn’t tell you were a sentimonster. But then, how did you find out?”

“She told me.”

“But—“

Adrien sighs. He’s already screwed as it is. “She told me as Chat Noir.”

Nino is silent again. “You’re Chat Noir.”

“Yup.”

“And your dad was Monarch.”

“Unfortunately.”

“Mec! That’s so messed up.”

“Tell me about it.”

“So Maribug told Adrien the same thing she told the city?”

“Yeah, that he died a hero helping her defeat Monarch.”

“Gross,” Nino says. “Why would she want you to remember him with rose colored glasses?”

“I don’t know!”

“Do you think she killed him?”

Adrien freezes. The thought had never occurred to him because it’s incomprehensible. “No. There’s no way.”

“And she told Chat Noir - not knowing that she was talking to you - that you’re a sentimonster?”

“No, she only told Chat Noir that my father was Monarch.”

Nino hums.

“Just say it,” Adrien says.

“Well, I get that you’re pissed. I think I am too on your behalf. But I don’t think Marinette is anything like your father.”

“Go on.” Adrien wants to forgive her. He just needed a way to get there in his own head.

“The difference is Marinette did tell you.”

“She wasn’t going to. I had to talk her into it.”

Nino nods. “ Exactly. She wasn’t going to, and then you explained your perspective and she changed her mind. She recognized that she was wrong, that you were right and she did what Marinette always does. She tried to fix it. Your dad would have only doubled down.”

“Or tried to akumatize someone over it,” Adrien adds darkly.

“Dude! He’s akumatized like every single one of your friends.”

His father hadn't wanted him to have any friends. Had his father ever seen him as a real person?

“Nino, do you still care about me knowing that I’m not real?”

“What the fuck kinda question is that? One, yes! I care about you more than almost anyone on this planet. And two, you are most definitely real .”

Adrien’s crying again, but Nino quickly seizes him in a hug. Adrien buries himself in Nino’s solid embrace, and he knows he’s going to be okay even if he’s not there yet.

…

It’s been four days since he shouted at Marinette to get out of his room.

She’s still calling him, and he covets every message, as a sign that she loves him despite what he is, that she hasn’t given up on him, or on them. He listens to them the second they show up, though he still hasn’t been able to bring himself to respond, though he thinks he might be getting close. He did send a message through Alya that he just wants some space and he’ll let her know when he’s ready to talk.

Most of her messages are similar in nature. She apologizes over and over, tells him that she loves him, and that she’ll do anything to make it up to him. She just doesn’t know what that is.

He thought that he might feel vindicated or something hearing her so small and contrite, but he doesn’t. He feels awful because as much as he was hurt, he doesn’t want her to hurt either.

He loves her.

Then her last two messages were drastically different in content.

“I learned that you were a Senti from Felix.” Her voice is subdued, like she’s narrating from a script. “He and Kagami are both sentis as well. They asked Ladybug for help.”

Figured that Felix told Ladybug without even telling him .

“I’m not sure they want anyone to know that, but I guess… even if you—“ her voice cracks and his chest clenches at the pain in her voice. “—even if you can’t forgive me, I-I just wanted you to know you’re not alone.”

She’s openly sobbing now. “I love you.”

The message abruptly ends.

The second message that day comes in hours later.

“I got Kagami to bully Felix into letting me talk to Dusuu!” Her voice is so different from the previous call. She sounds excited. She sounds like Ladybug with an idea. “The original amoks didn’t have a mind control feature. That was something the Guardians added at the same time they added it to the miraculouses to be able to control the Kwamis. If they added it, there’s gotta be a way to take it away, right?”

“I have a plan to free you all from your amoks. But there’s a hiccup. We’ll need the butterfly so I can give you the power to see your spiritual connection to the ring so you can cataclysm only the part that can control you. I know it’s dangerous. And we don’t have to do it if you’re not comfortable, and we don’t have the butterfly right now anyway—“

Adrien smiles as Marinette rambles on. How had he never realized Ladybug and Marinette were the same? They think out loud in the exact same way.

Even though he asked for space, even though he wasn’t talking to her, even though she wasn’t certain they were going to remain a couple, she was still fighting for him.

He transforms immediately and lands just outside the bakery. He’s not sure if she’s even home, but he hopes that she is.

He takes the stairs two at a time. He hesitates before knocking. And before he can bridge the gap, the door flies open of its own accord.

Marinette drops her purse and stares at him. Her eyes are red and her usually neat pigtails are half falling out and completely uneven. She’s still in her pajamas though she had thrown a coat and a scarf over them.

She has never looked more beautiful.

He offers her a wobbly smile. “I’m sorry. You’re on your way out. I can— I can come back.” He starts to turn around.

She grabs his wrist. “No! Please don’t go.” Her voice is hoarse, and faint, like she’s afraid if she’s too loud he’ll bolt. “Wh-what do you wan— I mean, need? What do you need?”

He eyes her grip on his wrist, and she instantly lets go, and suddenly can’t meet his eyes.

“Can we talk?” he asks.

She nods. Her eyes are downcast, her shoulders are hunched in, and her arms are wrapped around her stomach. She’s been tearing herself up for all the days he didn’t speak to her.

“Hey,” he says softly. “Can you look at me?”

She does, but her eyes water immediately, and he yanks her into his arms.

“It’s going to be okay,” he assures.

She falls to pieces in his arms. He rocks her harder, kisses her hair, and continues to hold her.

“I’m so sorry,” she sobs.

“It’s… o—“ he cuts himself off before he can say it’s okay. Nino told him that was the one sentence he wasn’t allowed to say. “It’s going to be okay,” he says again.

She shakes her head. “No, I’m awful. I don’t know what I was thinking! You’re right to be so angry. You’re right to hate me!”

He laughs, and then cups either side of her face. Her blue eyes fill with tears and he aches for her. “M’lady, I could never ever hate you. I was hurt.”

“Of course you were!”

“And I needed some space.”

She nods against his hands.

“But I’ve been thinking, and Nino made me realize that I actually should be thanking you.”

“Thanking me?! For what?!”

“Because you told me.”

“But I wasn’t going to. Not until you convinced me to.”

“But then you did. You listened to me, and you trusted me as Chat Noir, and then you told me as Adrien. And I’m glad that I know now. I needed to know. No one else was ever going to tell me. And so, I’m really glad I have you, that you respected me enough to tell me this hard truth about my own life. My parents didn’t tell me. Nathalie never did, though she had to have known. And I don’t think she ever would have. Even Felix, and apparently Kagami, didn’t tell me though you think they’d get it better than anyone.”

“But I should have told you right away. I never should have lied.”

He shrugs. “Yeah, that’s true, but we all make mistakes. And when you realized you were wrong, you tried to fix it.” He held up his phone. “And you’re still trying to fix it. Even though it’s hard, even though I didn’t take it well. You still told me the truth when no one else did. And I just— I love you.”

He presses his forehead to hers. “Even when you make mistakes, even when you really piss me off, even when you’re not perfect, I love you. And I don’t think that will ever not be the case. Thank you for telling me, thank you for giving me some space to figure stuff out on my own, and if you’ll still have me, may I still be yours?”

“If I’ll still have you?” she repeats, aghast. “Shouldn’t it be if you’ll still have me?”

He shrugs again. “I’ve already said I still want to be your partner in every sense of the word, but I’ve had time to think about it while you were sending me message after message that you loved me. Even though I’m not even human.”

Her face contorts into pure rage. “Adrien Agreste! You are the most beautiful human being I have ever met in my life! You are kind. You give people second chances. You are persistent, and brave, and you have the dorkiest sense of humor. You drive me absolutely insane both with and without a mask, and I am so stupidly in love with you, I will absolutely still have you! And if you think—“

He cuts her off with a kiss. He’s going to spend the rest of his life with this girl if he has anything to say about it.

#miraculous ladybug #adrien agreste #marinette dupain cheng #ladynoir #ladrien #identity reveal #they fight #alya and nino are MVPs #they make up #happily ever after #my own content #a miraculous reveal #angst with a happy ending #rings true

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New interview with Richard for Crime Monthly Magazine. (October 2023)

#reblog if you use #my own content #do not respost anywhere #richard armitage #crime monthly #crime monthly magazine #magazine #new interview #interview #october 2023 #news

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refeminizeme · 11 months

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soooooooooo i decided to write a script, record a file, and make binaurals this weekend so to all my fellow fakeboys girls out there who feel there isnt enough detrans hypno well now there's one more!!!!!

#detrans kink #ftm detransition #ftmtf #ftmgirl #detransition kink #ftm detrans kink #detrans ftm #detransitionkink #detranskink #hypnosis #hypnokink #my own content #hypnosis files #refems files

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cutelilcxnt · 11 months

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I need a princess to sit on my face right now 🥺

#my pics #bi nsft #my own content #bi ns/fw #bisexual #fr33use #wlw nsft #sexy content #nsft concept #bd/sm relationship #bd/sm brat #hard k1nk #cnc k!nk #bd/sm kink #bd/sm community #nsft #submisive and breedable

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shakira-fan-page · 7 months

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Shakira for Billboard Sept 2023 issue. 💛

#my own content #do not repost #shakira #shakira mebarak #celebs #celebrities #billboard #interview #news #september 2023

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un-suflet-anonim · 4 months

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Dear me,

It was a though year with ups and downs, with rainny and sunny days, with sadness and happiness, yet you made it thorugh all of it like you usually does. It was hard, and you heart had to learn, forcefully, how to heal while you keep learning how to forgive yourself. It was hard because your heart had to get used to living alone again.

In this big world, surrounded by people, you keep trying to find a place to belong with, and a soul match who could conect with you on a emotional level that can share with you the same beliefs and principles.

It was a hard path for your walk and your soles bleed constantly because of the rocks, yet you never stop walking further and further, despite your pain and suffering. You kept walking toward the unwokn destination with a hope in your heart and a positive mind. You tried your best to make yourself proud of you as you always does.

It's never been easy for you, nor did you have a wonderful life, yet you took from it all the lessons it had to give you. It shaped you, it made you stronger, it made you grow constantly, it made you understand where you stand and for whom you matter.

It was so overwhelming and exhausting that you could barely breathe at some point. And all you needed was a break; a break from bad people, a break from your thoughts, a break from everyone and everything. And yet you took a deep breath and decided to continue without a break to go out into the world. You did it, as always, despite your reluctance, because you loved being surrounded by people. Despite the ugly nature of people, you found them beautiful. Then you understood that this is you: you love and hate people equally!

It was a year full of surprises. It was a year where you discovered things about yourself that you didn't know you could do, that you didn't know you had the ability to do.

It was a year in which you learned a few new things, met new people.

It was a life full of sweetness and bitterness, it is a life full of sweetness and bitterness. But it's okay, because these are the pleasure of life, the beauty of it. And you love it!

Do not carry regrets and pain in your soul more than you can bear. Don't get caught up in the past, and don't be so afraid of the future. The future has always been uncertain and unclear. It wouldn't be called "Future" if it wouldn't be like that.

But I saw that you kept running and running and running. Why are you running? Aren't you tired?

I know it's not easy and it wasn't easy.

Stop allowing fears to control your mind and heart, fight them. Be a winner, not a loser. Love yourself more, respect yourself more, forgive yourself all the time. It's okay to make mistakes sometimes. It helps you to understand, to learn, to become a little wiser, so that you can avoid dangers and be more cautious.

But please never forget: at the end of the day, all you have is you!

That's why, be strong, always be yourself, and don't let pain and disappointments dominate you. Be your own sunshine! Be proud of yourself always!

You did well!

From me to me, with love!

@un-suflet-anonim

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So I had a star wars fragment pop into my head, and I had to write it down to get it down. It won’t become an actual story so here’s the basics.

It goes like this when Anakin Skywalker is knighted, Depa Billaba has a vision so intense that she is unconscious for three days.

When she wakes up, she tells her former master her vision. That the revelation of a Sith Master will be a trap that will nearly extinguish the Jedi forever.

It could have ended there, save for one thing: Mace has heard this vision before, from Sifo Dais. He could dismiss it, but he doesn’t. Instead, he reaches out to Jocasta Nu and requests her advice.

There are two paths, two choices the elders could make. In one universe, one path, the elders do as they always do. They log the vision, they put it in the archives. They forget until Mace Windu lies dying after confronting Palpatine. Dead, murdered at the hands of Anakin Skywalker. The order sputters, the flame that has lit the galaxy for thousands of years gutters and almost goes out.

In another, Jocasta Nu proposes a simple idea: What if we take the vision at its face?

And so they prepared. Prepare and practice evacuating the temple, with the secret held tight between the three of them. Hidden behind the most logical of cautions. The separatists favor planting bombs, what if one was discovered at the temple?

Every seven months, the temple empties, the young charges are safely stored on the ship, the archives and the elderly masters too old to fight vanish. The ship they use takes two jumps, and then they return.

If a few more younglings than normal make their way to Ilium for kyber…well. Those reports are simply never turned in. They are not ready to build their lightsabers yet.

It’s a drill, a very common one, that the students are not inclined to discuss. It’s the same as the emergency atmospheric pressure loss drills, timed and corrected.

It becomes part of the temple culture.

So when Anakin Skywalker comes to the masters and tells them of what Palpatine has told him, Mace makes two calls. One to his old Padawan and one to Jocasta Nu.

Depa sends out a fallback alert to active Jedi and Padawan pairs, and Jocasta – in an hour, before they have made it to the senate building, the Jedi are gone.

The halls are empty when Order 66 is heard. When the troopers and Skywalker arrive, there is nothing but ghosts and echoes to be found.

Some still die. Masters unwilling or unable to leave their soldiers. But many still more survive. The youngest to fall is sixteen, young and confident.

The children are safe.

Mace joins the force with this in his mind, Depa’s mind touching his as he fades away. He joins Qui-Gon in watching, waiting as the world unfolds around them. The shatter point is so exquisitely painful that only the steady, calming beat of the children living keeps him from losing himself in the force.

Depa is with Yoda to receive an injured and tormented Obi-Wan and a dying Padme. Depa, who recognizes a force bond without looking, cuts it so neatly that Palpatine at the other end still believes her to be dead.

Anakin – awakening – feels the cut-off part of him, the loss, the empty hole where his wife used to be, and mourns. His failure hangs heavy on him. The darkness swirls around him. His fall is deep, but perhaps not so deep as it was wished.

Padme – awakening – is told her husband died after his betrayal. She mourns him, and thinks she may be the last person in the galaxy that does. – She is wrong, for Obi-Wan’s grief rises and falls with every breath, an agony of confusion that tries to drown him.

Palpatine scours the galaxy for the Jedi – he finds some, and Vader finds others. But they are gone, far into the unknown reaches, prepared to lick their wounds and survive for the moment.

Padme is invited to join them, but refuses. A choice is still made. A daughter, Leia, placed into the arms of Bail Organa. A son, Luke, cradled against her chest as her heart breaks. She joins Obi-Wan on Tatooine. Joins her brother and sister-in-law. There’s still a funeral. There’s still a grave. But she’s not in it.

It’s hard work, and the suns are not kind. She feels she looks nothing like herself by the time Luke takes his first wobbly steps into the main area of the farm. They’re all smiling, and she lets herself be *home* for a little while. Just the wife of a dead free man, the mother of the first freeborn Skywalker. A moisture farmer.

Nothing more, nothing less.

But when Bail calls, desperate for help to find Leia. She must go. She must go with him to save her daughter.

Which leads to a moment, a shatter point.

A pistol in hand, pointed at a monster, her child pushed behind her and rage so hot it could rival the suns. “Stop.” Is a command, not a request.

The hulking black monster that had been about to snuff the life out of her Jedi protector freezes, and for a moment there is only silence. Even the uneven, mechanical sound of his breathing stops. Leia pushes close behind her, Obi-Wan shudders on the ground. “Don’t-go!” Obi-Wan calls, begging her. The weight of something terrible in his voice.

Padme can’t move, can’t step away from Obi-Wan. He is the last person she has. The last tie to her old life.

“Go! Please!” Obi-Wan is trying to get up, clearly in a massive amount of pain.

But trying, flames flickering on his skin. “Back up.” She orders the hulking creature. Sith, she presumes. Palpatine’s new lapdog. How much and how little has changed in the past ten years.

The Sith obeys, staring at her. She walks sideways to Obi-Wan, keeping Leia behind him, keeping her gun trained on the creature. She offers him a hand, though he outweighs her. He’s gasping in pain as he grasps it, letting her pull him to his feet.

Obi-Wan is unsteady, but mobile. “Leia, help him.”

“But-“

She gives her daughter a look, and though another mother has mothered her, the look is apparently universal, and Leia puts an arm around Obi-Wan’s waist.

“Padme.” The hulking Sith wheezes.

She grimaces at the recognition and Obi-Wan flinches again. “Padme-“

She shakes her head. “Go.”

“Padme.” He repeats, urgent.

“I said, go. We’re all leaving this place.” She snaps, and the hulking figure flinches.

Someone fires, it’s not her, but it never reaches her either. The scream of the hulking black figure shudders through the air and the bolt is launched back the way It came with a below of fury.

They escape in the resulting chaos of the Sith turning on his own forces, cutting through his own soldiers. There isn’t time for an explanation until much later, hidden away.

She can’t cry, or she’ll never stop.

#star wars #my own content #padme lives au #some things become more complicated #Jocasta Nu For Grand Master

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garrideb · 2 years

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Hutch evaluates his place in the world, and in Starsky's heart. This is a fanvid set to A Beginning Song by The Decemberists. It’s also posted to AO3

#Starsky and Hutch #my own content #fanvid

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praf-in-ochi · 11 months

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You were my temporary happiness.

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kasienda · 5 months

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Just An Ordinary Girl

A love square remix of A Friend Like That by @trainsinanime. Written for the @mlsquaredance. This fic was so much fun write. Do please read the original first. It makes this one more fun! Read on Ao3 ...

“We need to stay together!” Viperion called out. “Splitting up does not end well.”

The sheer exhaustion in Viperion’s tone didn’t bode well either. Carapace didn’t want to know how many loops Viperion had gone through this go around especially considering it was his third time loop this battle.

Even from Carapace’s less than fifteen minutes of experience, this battle was awful.

The akuma was like Miraculer - he could steal their powers. But he was worse because it could split into four clones of himself.

“Okay then!” Chat Noir called. “Ryuko, Rena, and Carapace, protect our backs. Tigress and I will guard the gap! Viperion stays in the middle.”

Carapace missed Ladybug. There was nothing wrong with Chat’s orders. Carapace didn’t disagree with any of his calls. This akuma just sucked. And Ladybug just had this insane creative genius for hare-brained schemes that seemed to be able to cut through anything.

The akuma struck. Carapace narrowly yanked Rena Rouge aside and they both fell to the ground hard. His elbow took the majority of the impact, which hurt like a bitch, but he was glad it was him who took the brunt of it instead of her. And it worked.

Except one of the other clones clipped him.

A mud brown impenetrable dome manifested around all six of them immediately.

Purple Tigress punched it with her power. Nothing.

Cataclysm dissolved it, but it was immediately replaced with another.

“Crap!”

That was one word for it. Carapace might have had a far less kid-friendly one ringing through his head. The six of them were getting their butts handed to them by this akuma.

Carapace took personal offense to the barrier that stood as a mockery of his own power.

“Viperion?” Chat called.

The snake hero shook his head. “We’re on loop number 1703. This is the best possible outcome. Trust me.”

Chat Noir winced.

Carapace really missed Ladybug.

“I think we have to call Ladybug,” Rena Rouge said, turning toward Chat Noir.

“No! We can’t!” Chat objected.

Rena raised an eyebrow. “We can’t let the akuma win. We’re trapped.”

“She only asked for one weekend off! She deserves to have one weekend off! We can handle it.”

“I hate to break it to you, but we’re not handling it,” Ryuko added dryly.

“We will not be calling Ladybug,” Chat declared firmly.

The other five of them exchanged a look.

“We can get help from someone else!” Chat insisted.

“Like who?” Rena Rouge demanded. “You’d need someone who is willing to pull off crazy stunts, who is a tactical creative genius against so many, and someone who is not intimidated by akumas.”

“Marinette!” Chat exclaimed, his face lit up in excitement.

“How do you know Marinette?” Ryuko asked, her eyebrows furrowed together.

“You think Marinette can do what six fully equipped superheroes couldn’t?!” Carapace asked.

Rena’s eyes narrowed. “Why Marinette?”

“Are you kidding? Marinette could kick any one of our asses,” Chat said. “Marinette is the only person I know who has gone up against an akuma as a civilian.”

Seriously?! Did the cat have selective memory? But it wasn’t like Carapace could remind everyone that Nino had gone up against Anansi as a civilian.

Of course, he had lost, but that wasn’t the point.

“You’re crazy,” he said instead, crossing his arms.

“I’m in.” Rena said.

“What?!” Carapace turned to her in shock, feeling more than a bit betrayed.

Viperion and Ryuko nodded in agreement as well.

Was everyone insane? He turned to Rena. “You’re going along with this? You’d throw Marinette—“ her best friend went unsaid, but Rena understood what he was saying. “—out there unsupported against an akuma?”

His girlfriend shrugged. She shrugged . “If Ladybug’s not an option. Marinette is the next best thing.”

Carapace stared at her incredulously.

Chat clapped his hands together, clearly pleased with this so-called solution. “I’ll call her!”

“You have her number?” Carapace asked. What the actual fuck?

But obviously he did because he had the cat phone to his ear and it was audibly ringing. “Hey princess!” Chat greeted enthusiastically, turning away from the group like it was a private conversation.

“Princess?” Carapace echoed. What kind of relationship did Chat Noir and Marinette have?

“No.” Marinette’s firm voice echoed throughout the dome.

“I haven’t even asked for anything yet.”

“The answer is still no! I only have twelve hours before this project is due. I cannot take a break.”

“But Paris needs you.”

“The answer is no. Call someone else! Call Ladybug!”

“No! Marinette! I can’t! Last week was terrible for her. I promised I could handle one weekend. She deserves and needs the time off. Plus, we don’t need her. I know you can do this. You can do anything . Remember Kwamibuster?”

Chat Noir spoke to Marinette like he was trying to sweet talk her. Carapace didn’t like it. Chat had always been flirtatious, and Marinette deserved someone loyal and sincere.

Someone like Adrien.

“What do you expect me to do against an akuma without a miraculous?” Marinette asked.

“Whatever it is you did against Evilustrator and Hack-san.”

“I can’t do this. Not today.”

Chat only grinned at her refusal. “You always say that, and then you do it anyway.”

“What do I get out of this?”

“Your friends and family safe and sound, free to feel their own feelings and pursue their own dreams.”

Marinette groaned. “Chaaaat!” she whined. “You’re gonna owe me so much for this.”

“See you soon, Princess!” Chat sing-songed, and turned his attention back to the group. “She’s on her way.”

As if that solved all their problems.

“Shouldn’t we… I don’t know�� come up with a back up plan?” Carapace asked.

Purple Tigress looked at the other four expectantly, as if agreeing with him, but the others just exchanged glances and shrugged. They honestly thought Marinette was the solution.

Carapace really hoped they were right. Marinette was amazing, but did that mean she could get through an akuma that Viperion had just spent who knew how many weeks fighting unsuccessfully across three time loops?

“You don’t need to worry so much,” Chat Noir assured, and it was galling that Chat Noir could read him so well.

“How can you be so confident? Aren’t you worried about her at all?”

“Marinette would kick my ass into next Sunday if I worried about her. She can take care of herself, and she knows what she can handle and what she can’t. I’ve learned over and over again not to underestimate her. Kwamibuster was an akuma where Ladybug and I both lost our Kwamis, and therefore our transformations. Marinette pulled off a stunt the old Guardian thought was impossible with all the remaining miraculouses using the mouse to protect her own psyche. She was brilliant.”

“But she doesn’t have an entire box right now.”

“She doesn’t need an entire box. She defeated Hack-San without any powers at all. Her super power is in how she thinks!”

Carapace held his hands up. “I know firsthand that she’s brilliant. I’m just scared for her too. That akuma handed our asses to us.”

“She’s doing fine,” Rena commented, projecting a video from her flute into the air for all of them to see.

Chat Noir flipped around the projected image, so he wouldn’t be seeing the mirror image like Nino from the back.

“Some girl just took out an akuma with a trash can and a fire hydrant,” Chat read aloud. “She ran off before anyone could thank her.”

In the video, Marinette hid in the trash can and when the akuma was overhead, she leapt out of her hiding place and tackled the clone onto the ground where the fire hydrant went off in its face. Marinette used the distraction to snatch the clone’s sash, and the thing dissolved underneath her. Then she was running away before the other three could grab her, her pigtails bobbing behind her.

Chat’s expression was completely besotted. “The way she lured him in like that?! She’s just amazing!” Then he turned toward Carapace triumphantly like a proud boyfriend. “See! She just has this way of cutting to the right idea at the right time! I could watch her working on a problem or project for hours!”

Did Chat Noir realize how he sounded?

And it wasn’t fair because Nino was certain that Adrien was finally starting to realize that he was crushing hard on Marinette.

What if Chat Noir got there first?

“You think she’ll clear this up before sunset?” Purple Tigress asked.

“Why? Got somewhere else more important to be?” Viperion asked.

“Well, not more important . But something I’d like to do, yes.”

“A hot date?” Viperion teased.

“What’s it to you?” Purple Tigress growled back.

Viperion held his hands up in surrender. “Just teasing! You deserve to get to go on your date. Hopefully Marinette pulls through. She usually does.”

“I never said it was a date,” Tigress muttered. But clearly it was.

“I have another Marinette update,” Rena announced, playing another video from the Ladyblog’s fan submission page.

“This girl is insane!” the narrator exclaimed, his camera flashing toward two bungie cables dangling from the overhead railing with two suitcases attached on either end. “She set up a pulley system with two guys’ luggage and a plastic bag to set a trap for a friggin’ akuma and she won!” The video angled back to his face. “Where the hell are Ladybug and Chat Noir?”

“Wow! That’s super cool!” Tigress said, watching the video with wide eyes.

“That’s Marinette for you. She never sits out a fight when she can do something,” Chat said.

“You really like her, don’t you?” Ryuko asked, smiling fondly.

“Oh yeah, she’s absolutely amazing! Have you ever seen her designs?” His face was as bright as the moon as he spoke.

Carapace shook his head. Chat Noir didn’t just know about Marinette’s designs. He had seen them! Nino wondered again how much time Chat Noir spent with Marinette on the regular? Even Nino had only ever caught glimpses of her work and he was in almost all of Marinette’s classes.

“You know, even if Marinette manages to take out all four clones, how is she gonna break through this barrier?”

“She’ll figure it out,” Chat insisted. “She always does. I wish we had something in here to give her to show our appreciation.”

Rena smiled at him. “I’m sure she’ll know we appreciate her.”

“I just feel so bad for interrupting her project right before a deadline. I’ll have to make it up to her.”

Yeah, Chat Noir had it bad, which wasn’t good. Nino didn’t want him swooping in right before Adrien was finally seeing her.

“Ah! We have an update on the akuma,” Rena announced, projecting the post into the air again.

“My little girl almost got hit by an akuma! Luckily, this girl knocked it out of the park before it touched her at all. And then she stayed and danced until my girl was laughing again! What an absolute angel!”

“Wow!” Purple Tigress said. “Marinette’s usually so clumsy.”

But Chat was shaking his head. “Not during emergencies or akumas. Then she’s graceful. And yeah, she trips and stumbles constantly–” he was smiling fondly as he said this. “-- which can be really adorable, but she’s really good at catching herself! She kind of has this unique way of pinwheeling her arms to regain her balance. And her gestures are so creative and expressive… Honestly, I could spend hours just watching her.”

That description was remarkably specific. “Aren’t you supposed to be in love with Ladybug?” Carapace asked.

Chat turned to him, his eyebrows furrowed in total bafflement. “I am in love with Ladybug.”

Carapace crossed his arms. “Are you sure? Seems like you have a thing for Marinette.”

“Oh, he definitely has a thing for Marinette,” Rena interjected, studying the feed on her flute before flashing him a smirk. “But then who doesn’t?”

“Right?!” Viperion chimed in.

Even Ryuko was nodding. “I admit I hold more than a passing affection for Marinette as well.”

Carapace hated that he couldn’t even argue. He had harbored a crush on Marinette for months . But he buried his hooded face in his hands anyway. This was ridiculous.

“I don’t have a thing for Marinette!” Chat objected.

“God! You’re worse than my best bro!”

“What does that mean?”

“You’re totally oblivious.”

And Nino hoped it stayed that way at least until Adrien had a chance to say something.

“No, you don’t understand. I can’t have a thing for Marinette! She’s in love with someone else. You should have heard her confession!”

“She confessed?!”

“She practiced it anyway. It was silly at first, but then just so sincere. I wish someone would confess to me like that.”

Chat’s shoulders were slumped, and his gaze downcast. Carapace stared at a dejected Chat in disbelief. Did Chat Noir really not get that he had feelings for Marinette?

Chat looked up straight at Carapace. “Do you think anyone will ever love me like that?”

Nino froze. Chat Noir, one of the two primary heroes of Paris who pranced around in a catsuit and flirted with every other person he encountered, was looking to him for reassurance?!

Today was just absolutely wild.

“I’m sure there’s someone out there for you, dude,” Carapace reassured.

There was a loud bang, and they all tensed, flipped around facing the barrier read to fight.

But the dome just faded away. Marinette stood on the other side, holding out a clear glass bottle with an akuma fluttering angrily inside.

Chat Noir plucked the bottle from her hold, smiling at her like she hung the moon. He released the akuma just far enough to cataclysm it.

“See! I knew you could do it.” His eyes were so soft, he could give Adrien a run for his money.

Marinette scowled at him, crossing her arms. “You know who else could have done it? Ladybug!! She has actual powers! Do you know how hard it was to go after an akuma without enhanced agility?”

Chat took her hand. “May I offer the princess a kiss in gratitude?”

“I think I’m the knight in this scenario,” she replies petulantly, but she didn’t pull away.

He pressed a lingering kiss onto her hand.

Marinette didn’t even blush. “You owe me bigtime!”

Chat nods. “Thank you for bailing me–” he gestured to all six of the present heroes, “–I mean, bailing all of us out.”

“Why’d you ask me? I’m just an ordinary girl.”

He shook his head. “There’s nothing ordinary about you, Marinette.” He said her name with absolute reverence.

Nino shook his head in exasperation. There was no way in hell Chat Noir wasn’t in love with Marinette. Nino would have to warn Adrien to get his game on. He had competition, even if he didn’t know it.

The other heroes surrounded her and offered thanks and congratulations. “Marinette! You are amazing!” Carapace told her. “Like you pulled off an impossible feat!” And then he bent down and whispered. “And I think if you’re not careful you’re going to break a certain black cat’s heart.”

Marinette’s brows furrowed. “What are you talking about? Chat’s way too obsessed with Ladybug to ever really see me.”

#miraculous square dance 2023 #marichat #miraculous ladybug fan fiction #marinette dupain cheng #adrien agreste #nino lahiffe #adrien is oblivious #marinette is awesome #nino is just done #heroes are trapped #marinette to the rescue #ladybug just wanted a weekend off #my own content

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richardarmitagefanpage · 7 months

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New interview with Richard for Radio Times Magazine. (October 7-13, 2023)

#reblog if you use #my own content #do not repost anywhere #richard armitage #radio times #radio times magazine #new interview #interview #october 2023 #news

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we-stan-fiction · 1 year

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we can always start over

hey guys, I know I haven’t posted in a long time but I’m currently working on a posting schedule. also if anyone has any requests, pm.

Anyways, This is a random scene I've come up with, it’s not really related to any fandom but I think you're gonna like it.

Warnings; none whatsoever.

enjoy.

Thunder roared overhead as the car whooshed through the pouring rain. The storm has only just begun. Inside the car, it has been quiet for a while. Mark, in the driver’s seat, had both hands on the wheel. His brows furrowed, something he always did when he was focused. His brown hair was damp and messy, a strand was in his eyes. Alex was in the passenger’s seat, his head resting on the car door. He was staring out onto nothing in particular. Lightning illuminates the sky, making his features more visible. His hair is sunshine blonde, his eyes a deep-sea blue. He had a cut on his bottom lip and a bruised left cheek. He turns around and looks at the girl in the backseat. She was curled up ,like a wounded animal protecting itself, taking up most of the sofa. She had a hoodie on that was a few sizes too big for her, sweatpants and two jackets that were thrown over her in an attempt to keep her warm. She looked small and vulnerable. She, too had damp hair. It was when thunder struck again that she stirred a little.

“She’s gonna be okay” says Alex, even though he didn’t really sound sure. “She’s pretty strong, you know.” “Hmm.” huffed Mark, he was chewing on the inside on his lip. He shivered a little. He only had a Tshirt and a pair of worn jeans on, He’d given her his clothes.

A few weeks earlier..

“Carmen Adams, will you accept this dance?” said Mark, extending his arm out, he stood tall and unbelievably charming. His brown hair was neatly combed, he wore a simple black suit with a single pink rose in its handkerchief pocket. His deep-sea blue eyes shining as he stared into hers.

“Oh my God, Mark, Are you asking me to dance with you?” Carmen half laughed, half whispered. She was never one to be too into her looks, She wore a simple silk, emerald green dress that had a slit down one side. It barely touched the floor. Sher wore silver dangly earrings and had just a hint of makeup. Her blonde hair was woven into a simple braid, a few strands escaping.

“Oh, please. It’s only so we blend in.” he frowned, slouching a bit. That’s it. That’s the guy she knew, a whiny boy who will always find a reason to complain. Always too proud to be anything but a douchebag. Sometimes , She wonders if he ever mentally grew after the age of five. Legend has it, he may never do.

“Hey, I was promised a gentleman. For the whole day.” She reminded him, folding her arms.

“Alright, but don’t provoke me.”

“I make no such promises.” she said but put her hand in his anyway, letting him lead the way to the dance floor. It was a slow song.

He came to a stop on the dance floor. The heels she wore made them almost the same height. She giggled as she put her hand on his shoulder, his hand on her waist. “What.” “Nothing.” “What is it?” “I just didn’t notice how short you were.” she teased. He opened his mouth to protest but chose against it. He close his mouth and shook his head, looking away. They started to sway a little in rhythm to the music. “Do you see’em?” he asked in a low voice. He was so close now. He looked her in the eyes and smiled a little, pretending they were having a casual conversation. She could see his eye color so clearly. It was a kind of rich blue that reminded her of a midnight sky. A clear midnight sky filled with stars winking in and out of existence as the light reflected in his eyes changed. “Carmen..?” She looked away quickly. Her eyes searching for tonight’s target. “Uh, yeah, I see him.” He was the man in the navy blue suit, champagne in hand. He was surrounded by a group of people. He seemed to be in the middle of telling a story. “Good.”

They swayed slowly, Mark took the lead and surprisingly, he was an exceptional dancer . He had great posture, and he knew his moves. Carmen was barely keeping up, trying not to trip over her dress or step on his toes. Carmen found it really annoying that Mark was this great of a dancer. After all, it wasn’t a part of their training.

He must’ve noticed how much she was struggling and the fact that she kept glancing at their shoes as she stepped so she didn't trip because he chuckled softly, accepting this as a win for himself. “Hey!” she objected. “Sorry, I’ll slow down.” he said, even though he was grinning from ear to ear, clearly enjoying being better than her at something. He slowed down. “Where did you learn to dance like that?” her voice was softer now. “I had a life before I came to the city.” “What kind of life?” She didn’t find him annoying as much. “It was....” he seemed to be searching for the right word for so long. “Anyway, my girlfriend, she taught me to dance.” “Oh.” Carmen was stunned for a second. A girlfriend? Her stomach twisted at the word. And she hated that it did.

Mark spun her before she had the chance to say anything else, he held her close, his hands on her back and waist. Her breath quickened, her heart rate picked up. Was she..... Catching feelings? Carmen had her hands interlaced behind his neck. She was so close that he could smell her perfume. She smelled of soap and expensive perfume. Her features were soft, almost relaxed. Her eyes were a hazel brown, little pools of honey. Her cheeks had a pinkish hue, her pouty lips were a light brown color. She was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen, and tonight, he couldn’t take his eyes off her...

Her expression changed from soft to shock or worry in a mere second. Her brows furrowed in discomfort. Her lips parted like she was about to say something .But, she never did, she unlaced her hands from behind his neck. “You okay there?” He released her. She took a step back almost immediately.

“Yeah, just need fresh air.” and with that she disappeared in the crowd. He started after her but he couldn’t find her.

Mark had no idea what he’d done or why she left so fast. He decided she must’ve gone to the bathroom and took a seat. He looked around for the man in the navy suit but he was nowhere to be found.

It was when he started to get up that he saw the man’s guard exiting. Shit, he must be leaving. Mark rushed to the door but before he could open it. Everything stopped with a bang. Then silence. And darkness. A bomb just went off.

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