golden city

things you said at 1 am (from a list i haven’t reblogged yet oops)

ladynoir for the soul /o/

“…Do you ever wonder who you’ll be when you grow up?”

Chat considered the question, twirling around the spire as a distant church rang out the first hour past midnight. “Sometimes.”

Ladybug looked up, eyes full of moonlight, and hesitated again. “…Does it ever scare you?”

“What, the future?” Chat hopped down to her level, gravel crunching under his heels and fireplace smoke in his nose. “…A little bit.”

She lowered her eyes from the sky to where the carpet of golden city lights met the horizon, a knit in her covered brow. “Not… the future, but…”

Dropping into a crouch next to her, Chat rested his chin on his palm and waited for her to gather her thoughts. Conversations like this weren’t unusual between them, and he knew the rhythm of them by now.

Ladybug breathed deep, breath clouding in the chill night air, and said, “I mean, do you ever get scared that… maybe you’ll never be who you wanted to be? That maybe you’ll just…” She shrugged uncomfortably. “I don’t know, fail?”

Something squeezed tight in Chat’s chest, fueled half by the wistfulness in her voice and half by his own anxieties.


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  Summary: An angel boy and a demon girl. What happens when these two are sent to Earth and raised as humans?

A tall goddess stood by a large window, staring out at the golden City of Angels. She wore a long yellow gown adorned with sparkling jewels. She was beautiful, though not more so than the Goddess of Beauty, Dusuu. She placed an elegant hand on the glass, lost in her own thoughts.

“My lady, there is a message for you.” An angel servant approached the blonde goddess, clutching a purple scroll in his hands.

“From whom?” She turned towards him, eyeing the roll of paper.


She felt her body stiffen. Why would one of the banished be contacting the heavenly gods now? It had been over two thousand years since the division of the gods. Taking the scroll from the angel boy, she dismissed him with a wave. Only after he had left the room did she open the scroll, dark blue eyes darting from word to word. Immediately, she mentally summoned her champion. Another angel flew into the grand room almost instantaneously.

“What is it you require of me, my liege?” The girl knelt low, head bowed in respect.

“Aurelia, it appears Tikki has chosen a demon to bestow her powers upon.” The goddess’ voice was icy.

The young angel, Aurelia, didn’t hide her surprise; giving a demon heavenly powers was strictly forbidden. “Why would she do that?”

“I am not sure.” She crossed the room to where the angel was still kneeling. “Whatever the case, we cannot allow a demon to misuse the gift, especially one as powerful as Tikki’s. I require you to negotiate with the demon. Convince them to give up their powers.”

“And if they refuse?”

“Take it by force.” 

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Monday 8:27am
I woke up with you on my mind.
You called me babe last night —
my heart is still pounding.

Tuesday 10:53pm
Today I realized we won’t work.
What we are is hurting her.
And I think she matters more to me than you do.

Wednesday 11:52pm
I broke things off with you today.
She barely said a word.
I’ve never regretted anything more than this.

Thursday 4:03pm
I shouldn’t have sent that message.
You shouldn’t have been so okay with receiving it.

Friday 9:57pm
I almost messaged you today.
I didn’t.

Saturday 8:49pm
I’m walking around town in search of alcohol.
They say that liquor numbs the pain of having a broken heart.
I want to put that to the test.

Sunday 2:32am
I heard you texted a girl you’ve never spoken to before.
I wonder if it’s because you’re trying to replace me.
I can’t help but wish you weren’t.
I thought I was irreplaceable.

—  a week with you on my mind, c.j.n.