i was on my way to paris


My housemates and I went to see IT at the cinema last night and I was sure that even though I wasn’t super scared while watching the movie I’d end up having nightmares.

Instead I dreamt about 1990 and 2017 IT meeting at a cafe in Paris, flirting and ending up married. I suppose my subconsciousness just thought they were cute?

Either way, it’s still a good and very pretty movie, so I’d definitely recommend it.

If people will be named after colors, I’ll call you purple. The kind of purple that melts in the sky when the sun is about to set and take a rest for awhile. The type of purple that makes my heart jumps a little and lits up the excitement in my eyes.

If people will be named after flowers, you’ll be my rose, no matter how painful your thorns. I’ll embrace you with my arms open wide and cage you in a warm tight hug. Even if it makes me bleed red that’ll surely tear my heart apart.

If people will be named after seasons, I’ll choose Summer among all of those four. You’ll be the sun that kisses my skin, and made my day goes lighter along the way. You’ll make me love the ocean more, and dance to groovy songs. You are the season which will never get tired of warming my heart when Winter tried to cool it with its cold breeze and snowy hands.

If people will be named after places, I’ll call you home. Not Paris, nor New York. You are the place that will always make my heart aches when I’m away—because I’ll surely miss you the moment we took our separate ways. You are the shelter that protects my heart, the one I will always run to no matter what I’m feeling. Happy, angry, sad, jolly, grateful or in love. Because you always understand and know the real me. You’ve seen me— on my ups and downs, and still accepts me— for who I am. I’ll name you after a place that doesn’t have a fancy name, yet will always be the one that will tell me that it’s okay to feel. That it’s okay to be me.

You will always remain in my heart no matter where I go.

And because people have identities, and so are things.

But you and your name will always be my favorite.

—  ma.c.a // Maybe I should Call You Mine

Traveling Through Jakarta with @amandacerny and @prillylatuconsina96

To see more from Amanda’s travels, follow @amandacerny on Instagram.

A sense of adventure comes naturally to 26-year-old actress and director Amanda Cerny (@amandacerny). “The most important lesson I’ve learned from traveling so far is that no matter where you’re going, you should be open to new things,” says Amanda, who caught the travel bug early — and acted on it. At age 18, after working two jobs to save up enough money, she flew to London without a return flight and continued her solo journey to Pamplona, Paris and Stockholm before heading home. “I met so many new friends along the way that I’m still in contact with today,” she says.

Amanda’s interest in traveling to Indonesia was first piqued by her supportive fans in the country. “Now it’s my turn to go visit and show how much I appreciated them!” she says. Indonesian actress Prilly Latuconsina (@prillylatuconsina96) paired up with Amanda while she was in Jakarta, Indonesia’s capital city, for a few days of adventure. Amanda’s last tip from her travels: “Be spontaneous, and you’ll take more with you than just memories.”


relationship posters ->> kala dadenkar & wolfgang bogdanow

“Enough. I’ve listened to you talk in circles about what’s right or proper, why you have to do this, or shouldn’t do that. I don’t give a shit about any of it. I don’t care about rules, what’s right or wrong. What matters to me is this, us, right now… and I know you feel the same.”
“I do.”

Sweater Weather

Jughead x Reader

Wordcount: 2.2k

Request: Can you do an imagine where Jughead breaks up with the reader and she doesn’t go  to school for a couple of days and when she returns she’s a mess wearing joggers and something of Jugheads.

Warnings: none/fluff/possible swearing

Summary: Based on the Neighbourhood Sweater Weather, Jughead breaks the readers heart, she’s a mess and when he sees what he’s done he realises it was a mistake.

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French Findings

Post #1


Since I’ve been in Paris for almost two weeks now, I have decided to start doing a French Findings post where I tell you what I am learning. These posts could be about language, culture, fashion, or really anything. There are a couple of things I want to share today.

1. I see sweatpants EVERYWHERE here in Paris. I have been studying French for nearly 10 years now and I have always been taught that you will never see anything but nice clothes here in Paris (with the exceptions of the homeless and tourists) but I have found time and time again that sweatpants are quite common. Although, it does seem that there is no in-between here in Paris: you’re either dressed for a banquet (I’m sure it’s what they wear for their jobs though) or you are dressed for bed (in public).

2. The phrase “ça me fait chier” (literally “that makes me shit”) is used to express being annoyed or pissed off. I had never heard that phrase before coming to France so this was news to me and threw me way off when I heard it the first time… “what do you mean it makes you shit???” Now, it has quickly become part of my vocabulary.

Of course, both of these findings are from my very short time in Paris so it could be different in other French cities. Tuesday I head for my host city, Aix-en-Provence where I will be studying for the academic school year.

Stay tuned for more French Findings.

Bonne journée!



So how many people now know who, or rather what Hiro is? ;D

Either way, we’re drawing to a close and one more comic part left, then the background part that’ll explain everything.

And reminder, I will not be answering questions about the content of this AU until after all 6 parts have been posted. Please look forward to the other parts! (´▽`) And if things click into place faster for you, don’t spoil it for others~!

                      <<PART 1>>       <<PART 2>>       <<PART 3>>

More on this AU and other links will be added to the MASTERPOST found here.

This project is, as of now, concluded. This was the original open-ended conclusion I had planned, and while I later wanted to add additional explanation parts afterwards, I no longer have the motivation to do so. If an additional part is ever added, the update will be listed in the above linked Masterpost.
Chloe/Queen Bee gets wind of the possibility that Ladybug might like Adrien
  • QueenBee: hey Chat, you've been around Ladybug when akumas went after Adrien right?
  • Chat: ...yeah... why?
  • QueenBee: did it seem like she might have a thing for him? She seemed to be quite distracted by him.
  • Chat: wait! what?
  • QueenBee: oh like you had a chance with her in the first place.
  • Volpina: she'd better not, my friend's got quite the interest in him and she'd be crushed if he got with ladybug
  • QueenBee: so is this "friend" just a sly way of talking about yourself or what because I'm not letting you ruin this for Ladybug, they'd be the best couple in all of Paris.
  • Chat: hold on! You really think she likes him?!
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  • One argument later
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  • Ladybug(late with pastries): what's up, who's ready for a patrol?...Ok I know I'm late but whys everyone so angry?

Michael Jackson + his babies

“They (my children) mean… It’s hard to put in words, because they mean everything. The way you would explain how your children make you feel… They’re the world for me. I wake up and I’m ready for the day because of them.” - MJ

Song of Themyscira | One

Summary: As an Amazonian warrior, you’re invited to Man’s World by Diana Prince. Ares, angered by the situation, decides to send an army, led by his son, to disrupt the peace. Will James be able to follow through, or will the Amazonians keep the peace?

Pairing: James ‘Bucky’ Barnes x Amazon!Reader

Word Count: 972

Warnings: None (yet)

A/N: SURPRISE! As a welcome gift to my new wave of followers, I’ve decided to post the first chapter of SoT a week in advance :) I hope you all enjoy this (April beta’d and said it’s good so I’ll take her word for it) and please, let me know what you think!

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The Parisian Dossier (Eggsy Unwin x Reader)

Fandom: Kingsman: The Secret Service
Pairing: Eggsy Unwin x Reader
Word Count: 4,353
Summary: You and Eggsy are sent on a mission in Paris to stop the assassination of a museum director. The two of you have worked together before, but this time Merlin requires that the two of you pose as newlyweds. Along the way there are several death threats, several art museums, and maybe even something along the lines of actual love.
A/N: I don’t own anything and this wasn’t edited, so any errors are mine. All French phrases are translated at the bottom of the story!

It suddenly occurs to you that, were Merlin not physically barring you from it, you could actually kill Eggsy.

Scanning the room quickly, you can think of at least 3 painless methods of execution and 17 incredibly painful ones. 

You wonder if the stylus in Merlin’s grasp could be sharpened fast enough to stab Eggsy in the throat.

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”M’Lady” - 18″x16″ watercolor illustration

Hello everyone!!
Here is an illustration trade I did for @campaignofmadness. Back in October we were doing Inktober and we agreed to do a older teen Adrien Agreste and Marinette Dupain-Cheng going on a cute cafe date in Paris. Giselle did her part way back in October lmfao while I just got the sketch done in February and then finally got around to painting it in late July/ early August >.> But it’s done and I’m content. I wanted to challenge myself and make Giselle happy because she’s my best friend cryyyy. I’m not much of a fanart person, but I love this show and if I’m going to do fanart I want to learn from each piece to become a better artist. The two people in the front are my mom and brother <3
The mediums I used were: watercolor, pencil, color pencils, photoshop, and glue lol. The glue is because I replaced some parts of the illustration with new watercolor paper if I didn’t like the way I painted something before.

victorian-enjolras  asked:

yo please teach me about oscar wilde i really wanna get into him but i dont know where to start

oh boy have you come to the right place!!!! let me tell you about this man!!! 

this is probably my favourite picture of him because of his expression… i mean how is that not universally relatable…

Crash Course Biography:

  • Oscar marries his wife Constance in 1884, had 2 kids & decided he didn’t actually like her all that much & i’m like 70% sure they never had sex after kid #2
  • 1886 Robbie Ross (light of my life) turns up & is unabashedly homosexual - most people attribute Robbie as the one to bring Oscar to the Side of Gay.
  • Oscar struts about town, living a life that Henry Wotton would wholeheartedly advocate. He assumes the role of a ‘dandy’ - think flamboyance from every angle & add some frills. This was cool for him as it wasn’t seen as synonymous with being gay, just being a dramatist. 
  • 1891 is when Lord “Bosie” Douglas turns up & introduces Oscar to more gay stuff & more illegal stuff like weed & brothels & prostitution 
  • 1894 is when Bosie’s dad finds out about their relationship, flips out & takes Oscar to court for being illegally gay in 1895 :(
  • 1895 Oscar counters the charge by saying the case was unfounded (it totally wasn’t, he really did have a lot of sex) & whilst his epigrams / wit won him initial support, it all went downhill quite quickly. there’s another 2 trials for Oscar whilst all his friends pack up & get out of England (Robbie breaks into Oscar’s house upon request & packs up some of Oscar’s stuff, then legs it out to Paris) 
  • I think that the judge doesn’t even let Oscar have any last words in court i mean is that not the most heartbreaking, soul crushing thing you can do to this man 
  • Oscar does his sentence of 2 years hard labor in prison & gets hit in the head / ear - this injury & botched treatment is to be the cause of his death
  • He goes to Paris under exile & as far as I can gather lives with Robbie’s help but spent a lot of the time rejecting his help too. Also Oscar tries to live with Bosie again but both of their families are having exactly none of that behavior.
  • Oscar dies in Paris at the age of 46

Importance of Being Ernest is the 1st work of Oscar’s I read & I have never looked back. it’s short & sweet & hysterically funny, the humour is in no way dated & I love it
Picture of Dorian Gray please read this book as I have read it more than 7 times now & I need someone to rhapsodise about this with. It’s honestly a brilliant book with a totally cool plot & 3 fascinating characters (3 guesses who my fave is…it’s basil… it’s always basil)
The Ballad of Reading Gaol is the last work Oscar created before his death, & it’s about the harsh reality of prison & honestly I cry just because of the context
The Happy Prince & Other Tales so, my parents used to read these to me as a kid & like…is it really any wonder i love Oscar Wilde so much…I really honestly adore these stories!! 

Wilde (1997) Stephen Fry has been my standard image for Henry Wotton but he does make a damn good Oscar & also Michael Sheen as Robbie Ross is everything
Dorian Gray (2009) now…i have to admit i haven’t watched this but with all things considered i think i’m slightly justified in that due to the blatant disregard of Dorian’s descriptions in the book

Articles / other things to check out!!
queerhistoryproject has 2 great articles on Oscar here & here!! 
An article on Dorian Gray which is great 
This article explains a bit about where Oscar was coming from in the whole ‘aestheticism’ movement!!
And if you’re really keen (like me) there’s this one on Ernest 

I’ll cut my info dump off here - it seems like an ok place to stop! I’ll probably make more posts about Oscar-related things & any lit revision that I think might be useful to put up on this blog? I hope you enjoy the crash-course in Oscar Wilde & that this is all somewhat useful!! :]

romance sentence starters.

“ if you are not too long, i will wait here for you all my life. “
” i have always loved you. “
” you mean the world to me. “
” i will always love you. “
” you always have a special place in my heart. “
” you have my heart. “
” you’re under my skin, what can i do? “
” if i could give you the world, i would. “
” you are everything i ever wanted and more. “
” you are the reason behind my smile. “
” you’re the only light in this darkness. “
” there’s nothing more romantic than italian food. “
” you caught me, i’m a hopeless romantic. “
” i will always be here for you, when you aren’t here for me. “
” your love is like a drug, it’s addictive. “
” hurting your feelings is like hurting my own. “
” i’m only happy when you are. “
” there’s nothing more romantic than speaking french. “
” you have me in a way no one else could ever have me. “
” you are my heart, my soul, my breath. “
” living life without is pointless. “
” i suffocate when you are away from me. “
” i’ll hold yesterday in my heart. “
” i’ll try to love again, but i know it is a pointless effort. “
” you are a dream come true to life. “
” i’ve never loved like this before in all my life. “
” i could stare at you forever and never get tired of your face. “
” do you want to take a flight to paris with me? “
“ i thank god everyday for you. ”
“ you are the love of my life. ”
“ i’ll never love anyone more than i love you. ” “ all of my emotions are wrapped up in you. ”
“ i do love you, more and more every day. ”
“ you won’t have to give me a second chance, the first one is all i need. ”
“ there aren’t even words to express my love for you. ”
“ i could tell you all of this until you’re blue in the face and it still won’t serve justice. ”
A Letter from You

AN: @whitechocolateperfection Thanks Emily for requesting and advising as always :) and @teen-mendes you know why 

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It’s laying under the flower pot at your front doorstep. There’s a small rock set on the opposite corner, like the pot isn’t heavy enough to keep it down.

Leaning over, you take it from its hiding space, realizing it’s a letter. Your name is written across the white in black ink. The handwriting is familiar. Something you’ve seen in journals and lyrics written quickly on newspaper or paper towels when his phone was too far away. You found parchment in your purse from the small train you took in Amsterdam. The song turned into roses. Who knew one lyrical line would’ve turned into your favorite song.

When the door is unlocked and your bag and keys are on the hook, you take a seat by the window. Your cat is curled up at your feet, stirring in her sleep.

The envelope is sealed, but you don’t go to open it as quickly as you should. The lip feels heavy, straining your shoulders. The breakup is still fresh, too fresh to read his letter. Maybe he wants to get back together.. maybe he’s about to show up with a bouquet of tulips and a single white rose- the only way you’ll accept flowers. Maybe it’s actually from Aaliyah, or an old friend from college. It was your birthday just last month. It could be a forgotten gift and the writer was too embarrassed to give it to you, face to face.

“What am I waiting for?” You ask yourself, knowing the longer you wait the worse the pain in your chest will feel. The words he spoke will never leave. They’re tattooed in your mind..anyone else would’ve found it beautiful, poetic. For you? It was tragic.


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Emotional Wreckage, One Line at a Time™
  • “Rubbish. We become rubbish.”
  • “Look. Look at me. Come wake me up. For still here I be.”
  • “I’ll never leave you again.”
  • “Can anybody be happy if they aren’t free?”
  • “There’s a beast running wild no question. But I fear the wrong monster’s released.”
  • “Because he loves her.”
  • “Let’s go home.”
  • “We’re together now, its going to be fine.”
  • “So much for true love.”
  • “Lumière, my friend. It was an honour to serve with you.”
  • “I set her free. I’m sorry I couldn’t do the same for all of you.”
  • “The outside world has no place for a creature like me.”
  • “Come back! Please don’t leave me. I love you.”
  • “It’s foolish I suppose, that a creature like me might one day earn your affection.”
  • “I can feel a change in me. I’m stronger now but still not free.”
  • “It’s as if I’m seeing it for the first time.”
  • “I am not a beast!”
  • “Easy to remember, harder to move on. Knowing the Paris of my childhood is gone.”
  • “It’s dangerous” // “Yes it is.”
  • “Keep it with you, then you’ll always have a way to look back at me.”
  • “He’s not a monster Gaston, you are!”
  • “Why are we not human?” // “Because she doesn’t love him.”
  • “When the master lost his mother and his cruel father took that sweet lad and twisted him up to be just like him… We did nothing.”

Finally, Evermore in its entirety, but especially:

She will still torment me, calm me, hurt me, move me, come what may. Wasting in my lonely tower. Waiting by an open door. I’ll fool myself, she’ll walk right in. And be with me forevermore.


Travel Comments

Matsuura Kanan
When spring comes and it’s getting warmer, doesn’t it just make you want to go somewhere far away?♡ Even when you can’t travel, you embark on something new - to me, spring is definitely the season of new beginnings. Soon, before I get busy with diving again, I want to travel with you♡
Places she would like to travel: Maldives, Palau, Great Barrier Reef

Tsushima Yoshiko
If I, the Fallen Angel Yohane, used my pure black wings, I’d be able to fly to even hell in just a flash - but that would just be boring♡ I favor a laid-back journey on the train! But when you’re with me, the little devil Yohane, you’ll never know what will happen - it’ll be a mystery tour♪
Places she would like to travel: Hokkaido (Tasty food!), Hawaii, Tokyo

Kunikida Hanamaru
I generally get lost when I go to unfamiliar places as I’m bad at getting around by myself. But, if someone’s with me, I love viewing sceneries I’ve never seen before♡ If I get drowsy while looking through the window, I’d be happy if you woke me up, zura♡
Places she would like to travel: USJ, Tohoku, Shikoku (Shikoku Pilgrimage♡)

Sakurauchi Riko
I’ve always lived in Tokyo and when I moved to Uchiura, I lived a life full of beaches and mountains for the first time. I’ve completely fallen in love with nature♡ I think there’s still a lot of wonderful places in Japan to visit, so I’d be happy to tour all over Japan♪
Places she would like to travel: Kumamoto, Fukuoka, Tohoku

Watanabe You
Ever since I was small, I’ve aspired towards becoming a ship captain. So when it comes to where I want to go, it’ll definitely be on an adventure~♡ I’d pack a sleeping bag on a huge rucksack - I hope I can experience various things on the way! I’ll dive into the seas of the world and take a splash♪
Places she would like to travel: Pacific Ocean, Antarctic Ocean, Patagonia!

Takami Chika
I’m a hot springs inn girl, so if someone mentions a trip, hot springs come to mind♡ “I want to go to hot springs here and there~” is what I’d normally think, but truth is, the place I want to go to the most is where μ’s went to, New York!! Dreams have to be big after all, don’t they?♪ Aqours will also work hard towards Love Live! and get to New York!♡
Places she would like to travel: New York, Tokyo, Kusatsu Onsen♡

Kurosawa Dia
The place I would want to go to is a city with a big art museum. I think I want to spend time leisurely there, feeling the flow of history and the exquisite exhibits around me. I’m certain I’ll even lose track of time passing by. Learning through the past - as always, good things stand the test of time. Would you like to join me?
Places she would like to travel: Paris, Madrid, London

Ohara Mari
I’ve lived in a foreign country for a long time, and I love port towns. It’s an exciting place where various cultures mix and many tastes clash to create new sensations♡ I’ve also been excited a great deal here in Uchiura♪ That’s why this time, it’s my turn to give you that excitement♡♡
Places she would like to travel: Yokohama, Kobe, Singapore

Kurosawa Ruby
I love idols a lot, and so I want to go see the idol stages all over Japan~!! I’m sure it’ll be an exciting trip from the very first step♪ The way to the idol stages is a shining road of the stars! I want to shine soon too~♡
Places she would like to travel: Tokyo, Osaka, Nagoya

Source: Dengeki G’s Magazine March 2017 issue
Translated by XiantheMiguel
QC by Lucia Hunter

If Romeo and Juliet had taken it slow nothing at all would have changed. Juliet is aware that they are being too hasty (“Although I enjoy in thee, / I have no joy of this contract tonight. / It is too rash, to unadvised, too sudden. / Too like the lightning which doth cease to be / Ere one can say “it lightens!”) And yet she pops the question only a few lines later, and thank god she did.

If she had actually left Romeo “unsatisfied” in the balcony scene—if she had decided that they should wait before considering marriage, it wouldn’t have changed the fact that Tybalt would have looked for Romeo the next day. Romeo would have been banished anyway, because the tragedy isn’t caused by Romeo and Juliet’s precipitate love: it is caused by the violence, the hatred, and the prejudice of the feud.

A slower development of their relationship wouldn’t have saved Romeo from banishment. And a slower development of their relationship wouldn’t have changed the fact that Capulet sold Juliet to Paris. She would have had to marry him anyway. The only difference would have been that if she weren’t married to Romeo, but still in love with him, I doubt that Friar Laurence would have agreed to help her escape. Why bother breaking the rules, hurting Juliet’s parents by faking her death, just because Juliet didn’t feel like doing her duty? She would have had only two options left: either unwanted marriage or death. Looking at her words right after meeting Romeo, she seems determined to choose a husband on her own, or otherwise she will have none of it. (“If he be married, my grave is like to be my wedding bed.”)

And if they just hadn’t fallen in love at all, I believe it would have been the same: Romeo would have been banished and, without Juliet’s help, I doubt he would have survived long. He’s just not good at coping with pain and oppression—he needs affection. He needs people to take care of him. I think he would have ended up killing himself anyway, because he is terrified by the concept of isolation. (Or perhaps if he had never even attended Capulet’s party, he wouldn’t have had to fight Tybalt the day after. Perhaps he could have survived for a while—but how long? Look at Benvolio. He ended up unwillingly fighting Tybalt in the first scene. How long would it have taken for Romeo to take part in a fight? I think the point of the play is that they just can’t elude the feud, no matter how hard they try: it drags everyone down sooner or later.)

And if they hadn’t fallen in love at all, Juliet would have never become the powerful, intelligent, lively girl we know. She would have been this docile daughter who allows her parents to command her life: “I’ll look to like, if looking liking move, / But no more deep will I endart mine eye / Than your consent gives strength to make it fly.” Now compare those lines with the way she speaks in the balcony scene. (“Bondage is hoarse, and may not speak aloud, / Else would I tear the cave where Echo lies / And make her airy tongue more hoarse than mine / With repetition of ‘my Romeo!’”, “My bounty is as boundless as the sea, / My love as deep; the more I give to thee / The more I have, for both are infinite.”) She feels limitless. She feels free. But looking at Paris’ attitude in the friar’s cell, I think she would have been very miserable had she ended up marrying him. He just couldn’t care less about her feelings and opinions.

Yes, Romeo and Juliet behaved hastily, and I’m glad they did, because at least they could be happy and free for just a few days before the despotism of their society devoured them.

anonymous asked:

First line prompt Ladynoir "So I think Hawkmoth is my friend's dad."

Sorry sorry sorry for being so late. Also there’s not a TON of really shippy stuff in this, but I’m kinda proud of this scene so I hope you like it!

“So I think Hawkmoth is my friend’s dad.”

Chat squawked, nearly falling to his death. He grabbed the nearest metal beam, icy to the touch in the night’s chill, and stared at Ladybug. She looked out over the city, wide blue eyes reflecting the light. Her face was set in shadows, looking like it was carved from stone. She watched the Seine, snaking its way through the center of Paris, shimmering and rippling with a light breeze. Chat shivered and clung tighter to the beam, the breeze amplified to a bitingly cold wind this high up.

“Don’t drop something like that when I’m perched precariously on top of the Eiffel Tower, Ladybug,” he gasped. “You don’t want me to fall and turn into one of those cats with the squashed faces, do you?” As an attempt at humor, it was weak, and he knew it. It was little more than a reflex, a way to react when he had no idea what else to say or do. The set of shadows across Ladybug’s face did not change, so he gathered his wits and gave a real response. “My Lady, if you know who it is, then let’s go. What are we waiting for?”

“I don’t know if it can be that simple,” she said. Chat frowned at her, concerned.

Their patrol tonight had gone by unusually quiet. He was always the more talkative of the two, but tonight his lady had been silent as the grave. He was prepared to go home as soon as they confirmed there were no akumas that night, wondering if he had done something wrong, but just as he was about to leave she had laid a hand on his arm and asked him to talk. They always came to the Eiffel Tower to talk. Perched high as they were, with the stairs and elevators closed to tourists for the night, they could watch the city and talk, certain they were out of earshot from any curious civilians. It had taken Ladybug almost half an hour of quiet in the cold night air to finally speak up.

“What’s complicated about it?” he asked, trying to make his voice gentle. Ladybug’s fingers curled around the beam underneath her.

“Well, first of all– he’s not an akuma, Chat, he’s… He has a miraculous. He’s like us. That means that he’s choosing to transform, choosing to do these things. He’s a real criminal, not just someone who’s been brainwashed. So we… After we take his miraculous away, do we turn him into the police?” Chat ran a finger over his ring, considering.

“I’d say we make it public to the media. We don’t have the authority to arrest anyone, but if we unmask him, or get him to confess who he is, then the actual legal authorities can make whatever decisions they need to from there.” She jerked her head, nodding slightly.



“His… His son,” she said. Her words were choked, constrained. Chat resisted the urge to put his hand over hers in comfort. She’d probably think he was just flirting and this would devolve into an argument. “My friend. I don’t know if I can do this to him.” She took a deep, shuddering breath, and turned to look at him for the first time that night. “It isn’t fair, Chat. This will hurt him so badly, I know it will. How can I…” She trailed off, shaking her head. She turned to look back at the Seine. As the city lights flashed across her face, Chat realized with a horrified start that there were tears on her face. He reached out, somewhat against his better judgement, and very lightly placed a hand on her shoulder.

“My… Ladybug,” he said. “Even if it hurts him, your friend deserves to know the truth.” He hesitated. “Although I may have been wrong about announcing it to the media. I know a little bit about what happens to kids when their parents are the focus of media attention. Maybe we should just take it to the authorities instead.”

“It’ll be a media scandal no matter what,” Ladybug said. Her voice was brittle, her eyes fixed on a bateau mouche sliding down the river. There was an undercurrent of anger in her voice that made Chat still, his hand unmoving where it rested on her shoulder. “I’m furious with him, you know. Hawk Moth. For everything he’s done to Paris, that’s all bad enough, but especially for everything he’s done to A– to my friend.” She shook her head, another tear sliding over her mask. “I know we don’t have a choice. I know that we have to stop him. But my friend doesn’t deserve anything that’s about to happen to him, and I don’t know how to help him or how to stop it.” Chat hesitated, and then carefully scooted closer, until their thighs pressed together, suits rubbing against one another, and moved his hand off Ladybug’s shoulder to rub circles across her back. He moved carefully, slowly, telegraphing his intention so she could pull away if she wanted to, dredging up vague memories of the kind of physical affection his mother used to give him.

He’d hugged her, once, after she’d quite literally leaped into the jaws of death in the form of a giant t-rex and somehow survived. It had been instinctual, practically: he hadn’t thought about doing it at all. The only thing he’d known, consciously, was the sight of her safe and sound sent through him relief so entire and overwhelming that he thought he was going to come apart at the seams. He’d hugged her out of a desperate desire to communicate whatever small piece of that he could to her. He’d hugged her because he needed to feel her safe and whole and alive more than he needed to breathe.

Chloe tried to hug and kiss him regularly, but he kept his distance as much as possible because whatever she thought was happening between them he didn’t want to encourage.

His mother used to hug him, and cradle him and kiss him, and rock him to sleep at night.

Since his mother had left, he could count on one hand the number of times his father had hugged him, all of them uncomfortable and the last one eclipsed in his mind by terrifying conversation about his ring.

Other than that, there were fist bumps and high fives and handshakes, Nino’s arm slung briefly across his shoulder, the airbrush touch of cheeks when greeting someone with a kiss. Adrien didn’t know what to do with physical affection, didn’t know how to ensure his touch would not be misinterpreted. The only thing he did know was that he needed to reassure his Lady, to tell her, somehow, that her chaton was here and he was going to support her, and he wasn’t certain that words were going to be enough.

He was so startled when she turned her face into his shoulder and sobbed that he almost flinched away. He caught himself in time, however, and reached his arm across her back to wrap around her opposite shoulder, pulling her close to him.

“Okay, shhh, shhh, it’s alright, my Lady, it’s going to be alright. Shhh.” She shuddered against him, an arm reaching up to clutch at him. Wails tore their way out of her despite her attempts to steady her breathing.

“I’m sorry,” she said. “I shouldn’t — I should be able to pull it together, I’m sorry, Chat, I—”

“You have nothing at all to apologize for,” he murmured. He turned his head and very lightly kissed her hair, afraid he was crossing a line, but she just pressed her cheek against his collarbone, one hand trying to swipe away her tears.

“Who do I even tell first?” she asked. “Do I tell my friend, do I warn him? Or is that dangerous? What if he tries to do something on his own? Should I just go to the authorities? And would I tell my friend as Ladybug, or as… me?” Chat pursed his lips, considering.

“Do you trust me, Ladybug?” he asked. She finally sat up, eyes puffy and red.

“More than anyone,” she said.

“Then tell me who you think it is,” he said gently. “And we’ll figure out whatever comes next together, okay?” She nodded, sniffling.

“Right. Right. Of course,” she said, a chuckle bubbling through the tears. “I’m sorry, chaton.” Chat shook his head.

“Like I said, you have nothing to apologize for.” Somehow, their hands found each other. Chat wasn’t sure who grabbed hold first, but they pressed together tightly. Ladybug took a deep breath.

“I think,” she said, “I think that Hawk Moth is Gabriel Agreste.”

The world disappeared from under him and he fell through darkness.

[Please do not send me prompts at the moment, I am working through old ones]