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Black and White (Jughead x Reader Soulmate!AU)

Prompt: Can you do a soulmate au where jughead and the reader can only see the world in black and white but once they see each others eyes they can see color? Also can the reader be a really quiet and shy photographer but friendly and kinda loud when around people she knows well?? Ps: I really love your blog💕

A/N: I hope you like this!! It turned out more poetic than I thought it was going to? Oops. (It’s also almost 4am so my brain is like fried? Hopefully it made some sense.) xx


Black and White (Jughead x Reader Soulmate!AU)

The world had hidden colors within reach.

Black and White hid the vibrant colors from those who weren’t lucky enough to find their soulmate at a young age.

Some saw colors at age 6.

While Some never saw the greens and blues the world had to offer.

In the small town of Riverdale, it was uncommon for those to find their soulmate with those they grew up with.

But there was always childhood friends who find themselves staring at their soulmate’s eyes and seeing colors bleed out of the plain black and white.

You were different than the others.

The Black and White. It captivated you.

The idea of vibrant colors. The Purples, pinks. All of it made you wonder how it came from the black and whites.

How could one look in a stranger’s eyes make you seen a whole rainbow of colors?

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anonymous asked:

How about some trans boy Lance who's dealing with gender dysphoria

Oh! Back Again With The Trans!Lance (My Favorite) 

Lance had always attempted to love his body, despite it not being perfect. He tried to make sure that his fem body wouldn’t ruin his mood.  

He never had to worry much, every time he started to doubt himself he would call his parents or siblings. They always made sure that he knew how masculine he was. 

Lance hated to admit but he took those phone calls for granted.  He didn’t realize how important the actually were, until he was in space with no one to help him. 


Lance splashed more cold water on his face. He needed to feel something besides negativity about his body. Lance hesitantly look down at his chest, he knew he had to take off his binder soon, but he didn’t want to. 

Lance had to shower, he knew he needed to. He couldn’t. 

Lance slumped down on the edge of the tube. Everything he had worked for came crashing down in a matter of hours. 

This is so stupid.  Lance tugged at his hair. Hair that was getting too long for his liking. 

Lance closed his eyes and forced himself into the shower, then into pajamas, then into bed. 

Disgusting. Weirdo. Fake. Always has to be different. Lance folded the pillow over his ears, attempting to block out the voices that plagued his mind. 

He almost didn’t register the knock on the door. 

“Hey buddy you okay?” It was Hunk, and very concerned Hunk. 

Lance couldn’t blame his team for being concerned, he hadn’t left his room for 6 days now. Every time one of his teammates threaten to open the door Lance would stop them by saying how sick he was. 

“Yeah, I’m okay.” No I’m not

“Is everything okay? Do you feel any better?” Hunk shot questions at him and Lance could barely keep up. His ear’s were ringing and Lance’s head felt cloudy. 

“Yeah, I should be better by tomorrow.” Highly doubt it. 

“Well….we miss you man.” 

“Miss all of you too.” Lance’s voice was hollow and lacked any emotion. Lance curled in on himself. 

After a few moments Lance heard Hunk walk away. 

Lance remain motionless on his bed. He wrapped himself up in 3 different blankets, in an attempt to hide his body. Out of sight, Out of mind. 

Lance let his mind wondered until he remember something. He slowly stood up and went to his jacket that was draped on a chair. He pulled out a small piece of paper out of an inside pocket. It was a small letter that his younger brother wrote him. 

Lance reread the letter a few times over. Every line talked about how he was the best brother ever. 

Lance crawled back into bed with the letter, rereading and rereading it. 

Sorry this took so long to write but I was talking to my friend to make sure it was as realistic as possible. 

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» teaching/learning fantasy skills sentence meme

Feel free to adjust sentences to make it fit your muse better!

  • ❝ You need to adjust your form. ❞
  • ❝ When do I learn how to shoot fire? ❞
  • ❝ Now, pull the arrow back. ❞
  • ❝ Keep your shield up, or I’ll ring your head like a bell. ❞
  • ❝ How am I supposed to learn if you keep knocking me to the ground?! ❞
  • ❝ Every bruise is a lesson. ❞
  • ❝ If I had known learning magic required this much reading, I’d have passed on it. ❞
  • ❝ Your swordsmanship is sloppy. ❞
  • ❝ Hold your breath… and fire. ❞
  • ❝ Oops… didn’t mean to shock you. ❞
  • ❝ Have you been paying attention to anything I’ve said at all? ❞
  • ❝ You need to allow yourself some mistakes if you wish to achieve perfection. ❞
  • ❝ The best fighter is never angry. ❞
  • ❝ Flow with whatever may happen, and let your mind be free: Stay centred by accepting whatever you are doing. This is the ultimate. ❞
  • ❝ Force has no place where there is need of skill. ❞
  • ❝ I can’t do it. It’s too hard. ❞
  • ❝ I can’t hold the bow string back for that long! ❞
  • ❝ Harness your energy. ❞
  • ❝ Block. Block! I SAID BLOCK! ❞
  • ❝ You need to flow like water. ❞
  • ❝ I give up. ❞
  • ❝ I did it! ❞

A wee Thor & Loki fic based on the Ragnarok trailer (and yes, also this post) - enjoy!

Thor’s head ached.

He pulled himself upright with a groan, almost falling right back over in the opposite direction before slapping a hand down on the ground to keep himself steady. Ears ringing, Thor gave his head a shake. It didn’t help. Looking around, he saw concrete and metal and debris everywhere. He stared in confusion for a long moment, wondering what had happened, before he heard a soft moan nearby. In a flash it all came rushing back.

Looking for father. New York. Confronting Hela. Mjolnir. An explosion.


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Imagine reading a book in bed with Sam. (AKA: you fangirling about a book you love and Sam thinking it’s cute.)

     “Are you done yet?!”

     You held the book you and Sam were reading out in front of you with jittery anticipation, the last page open and the final line ringing in your head. The only thing keeping you from jumping up and down and shouting your excitement to the world was Sam’s arms wrapped around your waist and his eyes peering over your shoulder. He wasn’t finished yet. You had to stay quiet.

     “Calm down, almost done,” Sam mumbled, attention still fixed on the book. You started bouncing your knee impatiently as Sam’s hands tightened around your waist. “…. Aaaaaand finished!”

     You spun in his arms and jumped to your knees, Sam’s legs still on either side of you from when you’d been sitting against his chest. Your eyes were wide and you looked at your boyfriend with barely contained enthusiasm. He smiled and nodded. “Go!”


     Sam laughed and shook his head. “And?”

     “And we need the next book right now!! I don’t care if it’s not out yet, we can strike a deal! We have connections. We’ll call Crowley!”

     “Okay, slow down.” Two strong hands tugged on your waist and pulled you forward. You straddled Sam’s lap and leaned into his touch as he pushed a stray strand of your hair behind your ear. “We’re not gonna make a deal with Crowley.” A mock frown. “But, I Promise to listen to you talk about how great it was for as long as you want.”

     You jumped forward so you were close enough to share breath. “Promise?”

     His lips crashed against yours and his long fingers tangled into your hair. “Promise.”

     Sam flopped down on the bed and pulled you with him, holding you against his chest as he let you talk and talk, let you go over every detail of the book you’d just finished in your typically squeaky and over-excited fashion. He laughed and smiled, watched you in awe, and when you’d finally run out of things to say you rolled off his chest to settle on the bed, snuggling into his side.

     Sam ran his fingers through your hair and kissed the top of your head. “God, you’re adorable.”

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Guardian Angel - Part 1 - Jimin angst

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin


Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 4

Jimin had made a mistake. He had fucked up, and he had fucked up big.

It had started two years ago, when he had turned eighteen and he was able to see his charge for the first time. He was excited, rolling back and forth on the balls of feet and playing with his fingers as he was called forwards to look into the Pool that only The Ancients were allowed near.

Or an angel on their eighteenth birthday, the most important occasion in their entire lives.

Jimin had been waiting to see his charge his entire life, and now he was going to go down to the human world and look after her. His fingers were trembling with adrenaline and he almost stumbled up the countless amount of stairs to reach the Pool when he was beckoned forth.

He didn’t hear any of the words that were said to him, he only eagerly tripped forwards to look into the seemingly normal font of water.

He stared at the water, waiting, when suddenly it began to ripple and then dissipate, colours and pictures swirling to life in it. He leaned forwards in his excitement, nose almost becoming wet in his rush to catch sight of his charge.

Of his soulmate.

He could finally see her and his eyes widened.

There were two girls, arms looped through each others and laughing together. They were seemingly walking home from school, the heavy binders and notebooks wrapped in their free arms an indicator, and Jimin couldn’t help but smile at their friendship.

The girl on the right was stunningly beautiful and she immediately caught Jimin’s attention; long, silky black hair running down her back, big round doe eyes and plump lips. Her friend was almost painfully average, but Jimin didn’t pay much mind to her. His eyes were glued to the girl on the right, knowing that she was his charge and his soulmate.

So why didn’t his heart feel full? Why did he feel like he was missing something?

Of course, at that age, he was just thrilled that he had seen her, so he ignored the feeling inside. All of that would come later, he assumed.

That was his first mistake.

A year and three months had passed and now he was incredibly close to the two of you. He had found out that his chosen soulmate was named Mina, and your name was Y/N. He enjoyed the company of both of you, indeed, but everything Mina did was with grace and poise and he couldn’t help but go weak whenever she was near.

His relationship with Mina was much different than his relationship with yours. Every Saturday he would head to your house with a plastic bag full of assorted snacks and ice cream, and you would put in a new DVD and you would watch it together whilst munching on whatever he bought. He always enjoyed those nights with you because they were so comfortable and you always picked good movies.

He usually went shopping with Mina, and he would carry her bags for her for hours. He would trail behind her, sometimes giving opinions on outfits she tried on. He liked these times with her because it meant he got to spend time with her, and he was deep enough in love with her that it meant a lot to him.

“Jimin!” you called from your kitchen as you put the popcorn in the microwave. “I really couldn’t decide on the movie this week so I bought three that looked good. Do you wanna pick this time?”

Jimin leant forwards from his position on the sofa to pick up one of the disc cases.

“What do you want to drink?”

“The usual, please.” he called back, eyes still scanning the words on the back of the case.

You padded back into the living room, handing Jimin a can of chilsung cider and plopping onto the seat next to him.

“Personally, I’d go for Deadpool, but I reckon it’s your turn to pick now.”

“Deadpool looks good…” he muttered absentmindedly, tongue peeking out between his teeth as he read the words. “Yeah, let’s go with Deadpool. I haven’t had the chance to see it yet.”

“No, me neither. Alright, I’ll put it in. Can you go get the popcorn please?”

“Sure thing.”

He heaved himself off the sofa as you crouched down in front of the DVD player to put the disc in and he walked into the kitchen to get the popcorn out of the microwave.

Just as he was pouring the bag of popcorn into a bowl for the two of you, his phone buzzed in his pocket and he slid it out quickly, heart faltering slightly at the sight of Mina’s name.

Mina <3: Jimin, wyd?
Jimin: It’s Saturday night. I’m doing what I do every Saturday
Mina <3: Oh yeah, forgot about your boring movie night. Come hang w me?

Jimin frowned slightly at the words, feeling conflicted. He always looked forwards to spending time with you, but his soulmate and charge was calling for him…

He looked towards the living room to see if you were near before replying to her text.

Jimin: Okay, but only for an hour
Mina <3: Sweet :) Door’s unlocked

Jimin sighed, taking the bowl of popcorn and placing it on the coffee table in the living room before straightening up and looking at the back of your head until you turned to face him, smiling bright. The sight of your smile made his heart pang painfully and guilt settle in his stomach.

“Hey, Y/N…” he trailed off, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly.

“You okay?” you asked, smile fading as you took in his expression.

“Uh, yeah, it’s just, something came up and I have to go do something for a while, is that okay? I promise I’ll be back soon, I just need to go and sort this thing out.”

“Yeah, that’s fine. Is everything okay?” you asked, concern touching your face.

His heart sank again and he looked away quickly, hating the sight of you worrying over him when he was lying straight to your face.

“Yeah, everything’s cool, it’s all good, I just, uh, have to go now! See you in a bit, Y/N.”

With that, he grabbed his jacket and slid his shoes on, basically running out the door to avoid that look in your eyes.

In his car on the way to Mina’s house, he couldn’t help but feel that he was doing the wrong thing. But he wasn’t. His charge needed him, didn’t she? Yeah, he was fine. Y/N would be fine.

He stood on her doorstep after ringing the doorbell, keeping his head down to shield himself from the light drizzle. He heard footsteps, a shuffling, a scraping and Mina’s face was revealed behind the door.

Jimin’s heart thumped pathetically at the sight of her, scantily clad, smiling up at him. Some unknown feeling erupted within him, but he ignored it. He quashed down all the warning signs. He disregarded all of the things he had been told and all the things he had read in his first eighteen years of life so he could spend this one night with the woman he thought he was in love with.

What a fuck up that turned out to be.

There he was, a few hours later, sheets pulled up to his waist as he stared at the woman sleeping peacefully next to him, their clothes littering the floor. His bare chest heaved as he registered what he was feeling for the first time since he had met her.

He couldn’t even name it. It was complete and utter. It was soul-destroying. It felt like somebody had taken his entire being and pulled it apart, messing with the pieces, before cramming him all back together in the wrong place. It was like somebody had torn the wings straight from his back and then blended them up. It was like… It was like he had just made love to someone that wasn’t his soulmate.

Jimin didn’t understand. He could have sworn that Mina was his soulmate. She made him feel happy and content, she made him feel like he was supposed to be there.

But she wasn’t his. She was some other angel’s, and Jimin can only pray that they weren’t around to find him in bed with their soulmate.

So who was his soulmate? It was somebody near to here, but he didn’t have many friends outside of you and Mina. He spoke to people he worked with sometimes, and the customers, but nobody left a lasting impression on him.

His head started to pound the longer he thought, but he couldn’t come up with anything. He had spent so long getting Mina’s attention and fighting for her love and now that he had it, she was the wrong person.

His phone buzzed and his hand automatically flew towards it as if some puppeteer had tugged on his strings.

Y/N: I hope everything is going okay. I have to cancel movie night because something came over me and I feel really ill, so goodnight Jimin :)

Suddenly everything fell into place.


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Stay with me Part 9

Jimin x reader

Genre: Angst, romance, school au, new girl, bad boy, school gang activity.

Warnings: gang like activity, partying, strong language, mentions of drugs and alcohol, smut, blood, character death :D, DESCRIPTIVE GIFS THAT IF YOU ARE SQUIMMISH I AM SORRY

Word count: 2301




With every beginning there is an end.

With every push, there’s a pull.

My pull towards you is strong.

But where is my push?

Is it caught in a catastrophe of words and phrases?

Is it at the bottom of this colored glass?

Or has our beginning not even begun?

With every beginning there is an end…

I’ve begun something.

I want my push that will lead me to your pull…

With every push there is a pull…

And with every dream…

There’s an awakening.


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recently white people have been making me so so freaking uncomfortable saying shit that includes “-THE RIGHT SIDE OF HISTORY”.

one in particular keeps ringing in my head “we need to make sure we’re on the right side of history”.

and it makes me uncomfortable for the simple fact that its basically admitting the performance of your protest. it basically sounds like “ hey everyone! lets not be like our grandmas and get photographed shouting at little black children desegregating! lets try and LOOK good this time, all the while Johannsen-ing our way through life”

high school gothic

walking through the empty hallways. you’re not sure if the other students only exist between bells. the bell rings. 

everyone in the hall keeps their head down. you don’t know why, no one knows why. no one apologizes for bumping into you. maybe they don’t see you, maybe you’re a ghost.

a classmate gets called to the office. where is the office? you’ve never seen the office. your classmate doesn’t come back. no one ever comes back.

you look up at the clock. 3:14. one more minute until you can go home. you finish up the math problem you were working on. you look up at the clock. 3:14. it has to have been at least a minute. the clock never changes. 3:15 never comes. you can never go home. 

someone mentions a new film playing at the movie theater in town. you don’t remember there being a movie theater in your town. now that you think about it, you can’t remember anything outside of the school. you follow the sign to the exit. there is no door, you can’t get out.


Imagine: meeting Sam at a coffee shop.

(Sam X Reader, Fluff)

Your nose was pressed against the pages of an old worn out book. Your eyes flew across the pages in rapt interest as the character made an impassioned speech. You nearly squealed in delight as he spoke a favorite line. You folded the book on the cafe table trying to maintain some modicum of composure. Fortunately, the barista called out your order. You pushed away from your table weaving through the tables towards the counter. You reached for the cup brushing hands with someone else. You glanced over at the interruption in confusion. Your eyes met with a wide plaid chest. You glanced back at the cup. Your order was checked off in the boxes on the side. You pulled your hand back struggling with the social awkwardness that had just presented itself.

“Oh, sorry.” The man said revealing an incredibly bright embarrassed smile. “Was this yours?”

You nodded overwhelmed by how beautiful his smile was. You wondered if he was some sort of model or actor, but why would someone like that be somewhere like this? He awkwardly handed the cup to you. He nodded to the black ink scrawled on the side.

“Sam, huh?” His lips twitched back into a shy smile. “Nice name.”

“O-oh… actually, I accidently told the barista the wrong name.” You blushed bringing the cup closer to your body like a shield.

His amused gaze became imploring. “Accidently?”

“Y-yeah. I was reading and I accidently read the name out of my book.” You resisted squirming under his gaze trying hard to meet his eyes. They were beautiful easily meeting yours easily, drawing you to them.

“Which book?”

You hiked a thumb over your shoulder towards your table wondering why he chose to continue speaking to you. He followed your gesture tilting his head. You averted your eyes to the plastic lid concealing your drink. When you looked back up at him he was accepting his drink from the barista, a pretty brunette with flawless skin and a cheerful smile. You wavered on your feet debating whether you should return to your table now, especially since the barista’s smile turned into something more inviting. You took a tentative step back, but the man turned back to you after simply nodding a thanks to the barista. He met your eyes again just as attentive as before.

“You know, the only Sam I can think of off the top of my head is from Lord of the Rings.” He continued thoughtfully. Despite the anxiety, you immediately brightened. He chuckled a warm laugh that mirrored the warmth of the coffee in your hands. “Is that what you’re reading?”

You couldn’t help the smile that twisted your lips. You nodded. “The Return of the King, I’m rereading it.”

“I haven’t read that in so long! I was in… high school.” He admitted. “Although, The Two Towers was my favorite.”

Your nose scrunched up automatically. “Return of the King is hands down the best.”

“Why’s that?”

Your mouth dropped open, all anxieties vanishing for a moment. “Are you kidding? The best battles happen in the last book! And the character development actually hits its apex!”

He shot you a look with equal parts teasing disagreement and amusement. “Oh c’mon, but Lothlorien and, okay, and Treebeard?”

“You must have read it a long time ago.” You grinned. “Treebeard’s best is in The Two Towers.”

His shy smile broke into a beautiful grin that lit up the room. Immediately, you shoulders relaxed and you felt comfortable. His gaze dropped to his coffee. You looked around, confidence budding within.

“Are you waiting for someone?”

“Uh, yeah, actually.” You shoulders fell. “For my brother.”

“Oh, then…” You trailed off biting your lip.

“He’s late though,” He cast you a hopeful look from beneath his knitted brows. “Do you mind if I wait with you?”

“Sure.” You tried to hide your excitement. “But only if we can keep talking about Lord of the RIngs.”

He laughed softly nodding his head. “Of course.”

String rings and strawberry shortcake

Fandom: Haikyuu!!

Pairing: Kurotsuki 

Summary: “Lemme get this straight,” Kuroo started, stepping aside and allowing Tsukishima to enter the apartment he shared with Kenma, “you want us to pretend like we’re fiancés, act all lovey-dovey and stuff, all so we can get free cake?”

“Ok first of all, the words lovey-dovey never left my mouth,” Tsukishima countered before plopping down on the overly comfortably couch and directing his gaze towards Kuroo, “and second, you don’t understand. This isn’t just cake Kuroo, this is cake that’s good enough for me to ask you to pretend to be my goddamn fiancé. Don’t belittle the cake.” 

A/N: I have finally written kurotsuki cries because this is sooooo long overdue. Dedicating it to the wonderful @kandismon because I love her kurotsuki and all her art in general. I hope you enjoy this humble offering from a fan! (This story contains fluff and snark)

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I wrote a genderfluid!Jeonghan and a ‘I care about you regardless of your gender’ Seungcheol drabble weeks ago and I didn’t want to publish it but look at me now, I’ve had my dose of otp feels for the day and I feel like writing more so I’ll just share it.

Title: jitters
Pairing: seungcheol/jeonghan
Summary: jeonghan is a ‘‘they’’ and seungcheol cares.

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Then Fate Turned A Corner..

Then Fate Turned A Corner..
Words: 1,284

Bonus Sequel: Just Around The Corner (Part One)

It was a bright and sunny day in Paris as usual. The Eiffel Tower stood proudly in the centre, but not one student in the high school built in front of the tower could admire the view at the moment. The fire alarms in the school were blaring loudly, and panicked screams pierced the afternoon air.

“Marinette! Hurry, this way!” Alya shouted to her best friend. She grabbed Marinette’s arm, who in turn squeaked in surprise, and proceeded to drag her down the hallway. Alya followed after the crowd towards the exit, but quickly veered to the left as an attack came from the direction of the exit.

“What were you thinking, Marinette?! Running towards danger instead of away?!” Alya yelled to the girl she was dragging behind her. Marinette began to stutter out an excuse, when a barrage of knives started to rain down their direction. Her eyes widened as she realized it was too late to dodge.

“LOOK OUT!” a voice screamed out. A sudden force pushed Alya and Marinette away from their incoming doom. Together they tumbled in a tangled mess into an empty classroom, and came to a stop before another door leading into a small storage room. Alya untangled herself from Marinette, and whipped her head towards the place they were pushed from. Her eyes widened when she noticed Nino lying a few feet away.

“Nino!” Alya shouted as she scrambled her way to him. He was moaning in pain when she reached him, but other than a few bruises he gained, he looked overall alright. Alya helped him sit up, and together they went to where Marinette was sitting. Her best friend was looking worriedly into her pouch she always carried. Alya frowned in concern when she spoke into the pouch.

“Marinette, are you alright?” Alya asked in concern for her friend. The girl in question squeaked and looked up in surprise. “Y-yeah, I’m okay.” She looked over to Nino. “Is he okay?”

Alya was about to assure her that he was when a loud explosion came from down the hallway near them. Panicked, Alya looked around, and spotted the small storage room. “Hurry, in there!” she whispered as she dragged Nino with the help of Marinette into the room.

Marinette was the last one to enter, and taking one last glance towards the hallway, closed the door but left a small opening. She peeped out the crack to assure no one was out there, before turning to check on Alya and Nino.

Nino had recovered from the shock, and was now leaning against the back wall with Alya. “I know Ladybug and Chat Noir will come and save us. They always do.” Alya reassured her friends, but frowned slightly when she noticed the troubled look on Marinette’s face. “Marinette, what’s wrong?”

Marinette wiped her worried expression of her face before replying. “N-nothing’s wrong! I’m sure Ladybug and Chat Noir will come.” The new look on Marinette’s face confused her more. “Are you-”

Alya was cut off when a loud crash resounded from the classroom, followed by a pained moan. Marinette’s eyes widened, and turned abruptly to peek into the crack left open. Right then, a person clad in a chef’s attire with various kitchen appliances floating around him entered the classroom. He was grinning wickedly. A purple outline of a mask appeared surrounding the akumaized villain’s eyes.

“Now, Cut Edge! Take Chat Noir’s Miraculous before he escapes!” Hawkmoth’s voice commanded through the purple outline. Cut Edge grinned evilly, “Of course, Hawkmoth.” Marinette followed his gaze to a shattered cabinet where Chat, her beloved partner, laid with bruises and bleeding cuts. It was evident he had already used his Cataclysm by the way the paw print on his ring was beeping. Her eyes widened in horror for a moment, then whipped her head and glared angrily at Cut Edge. She knew that the person was being controlled, but nobody hurts her Chat and gets away with it.

Before Marinette could come barging out to assist her partner, Chat was already on the move. He went in to attack Cut Edge when he was currently occupied by Hawkmoth, but the villain saw this coming and sent a barrage of knives towards him. Chat yelled in surprise, and curled up into a ball. Please, let a miracle happen.

Before Alya or Nino could react, Marinette sprung out of the storage room. “Tikki! Transform me!” Chat looked towards Marinette in surprise as she transformed into Ladybug right in the classroom. Right in front of him. She heard Alya and Nino gasp in shock as Ladybug jumped in front of Chat and spun her yo-yo in a protective shield. “You can’t have him, Cut Edge!”

The knives collided into the shield and harmlessly bounced off, shattering into black glowing pieces before dissolving. Ladybug stopped spinning her yo-yo to then glare into Cut Edge’s eyes. The villain recoiled away from her seemingly murderous glare. Ladybug slowly stepped forward, leaving a heavy suspense in the air. Suddenly, she jumped into the air above Cut Edge, catching him off guard. “How dare you harm my Chat, my beloved partner! You’ll pay for this, Hawkmoth!”

She spun her yo-yo in a pace she never had before, and it cut a path directly through the kitchen appliances to the akumaized person. The force of the blow knocked Cut Edge back into the hallway, and knocked a spatula out of his hand. Ladybug suspected the corrupted akuma was in the spatula and broke it in half.

“Come out, vile creature!” A black butterfly flew out of the broken spatula as Ladybug spun her yo-yo. “You’re finished, Akuma! Time to cleanse evil!” She swung her yo-yo and captured the butterfly. “Gotcha!”

After a second, she opened up the compartment and a newly purified white butterfly flew out. “Bye bye, butterfly.” she waved to the butterfly.

It became silent after that. She turned to her right to face the storage room where Alya and Nino sat gaping at her. Alya was opening and closing her mouth, but no words came out. Ladybug winced, and waved sheepishly at them.

“Marinette? You’re Ladybug?” a voice to her right asked. She turned to find Chat looking up at her. She blushed bright red when the words she blurted out loud came crashing back to her. She couldn’t believe she called him her Chat and her beloved partner!

Ladybug let her transformation dissolve, and was reverted back to plain, ordinary Marinette Dupain-Cheng. She caught her kwami, Tikki, before she fell to the ground, and gently placed her back into the pouch she carried. Her eyes never reached Chat’s, and suddenly, she found the ground far more interesting than ever.

A rapid beeping sounded throughout the room, and Marinette heard a whoosh as Chat’s transformation wore off. Her eyes widened because Chat was still in the room, without his transformation. She heard Alya and Nino gasp another time today. However, Marinette continued to keep her head down.

A hand with a silver ring on one finger suddenly slid into her view, and her eyes widened slightly. She recognized that hand, and in closer inspection, also the ring. Her eyes trailed up the arm the hand was attached to, and was met with a pair of bright green eyes she knew so familiarly. “Adrien?” she asked in disbelief. Adrien is Chat.

Slowly, she placed her hand into his, and Adrien smiled. He pulled her closer to him, and in a moment’s notice, he was hugging her tightly. “Marinette? You’re Ladybug?” he repeated his question. Marinette stood shock-still in his embrace, but nodded either way. Adrien hugged her closer.

“One last question.” Adrien started to say. “Why would you reveal your identity just to save me when you were so adamant about keeping it a secret? I mean, I’m just Chat Noir, an entity who brings bad luck everywhere I go.” Marinette lifted her head to stare into his beautiful green eyes, and smiled.

“Because you’re my Kitty and I’m your Lady.”