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Sunrise; a Miraculous Ladybug Oneshot

Who could have guessed that a sunrise would be so sudden?

The sky had blossomed into vibrant oranges and reds, but no one was paying any attention. The battle they had just witnessed had been too scary, too long.

Who could have guessed that a sunrise could be so silent?

No one could make a sound. It was like the world had turned into a black-and-white movie and you could only see the wild gestures and fearful faces of the people inside it.

Who could have guessed that a sunrise could be so strange?

The fight never should have lasted as long as it did. They had always defeated the akuma by a reasonable time. What had taken them so long this time? They’d never taken over an hour to defeat an akuma, let alone an entire night!

Who could have guessed that a sunrise could be so terrifying?

Ladybug had heard it. Her partner had taken a hit, and a bad one. The way he had collapsed let her know how bad the situation really was. It was a frantic battle after that; Hawkmoth egging the akuma on and Ladybug desperately fighting to defeat him. She had never wanted the night to last as long as she did now.

Who could have guessed that a sunrise could be so powerful?

Ladybug had defeated the akuma. She had used Lucky Charm. Why wasn’t Chat getting up? Surely he would be healed, right? Every time she’d used it so far he had been fine. Ladybug had held him close, ignoring the distinct wet feeling on her suit as she did so.

Who could have guessed that a sunrise could be so revealing?

Chat Noir was taking awful, ragged breaths. Each one was a sharp pain in Ladybug’s heart. Why wasn’t her partner healing? Had she really failed him? Hints of light were beginning to peek out from the horizon, revealing the truly awful injury Chat Noir had received. People of Paris were starting to not the two, how Ladybug’s cure hadn’t worked as completely as expected.

Who could have guessed that a sunrise could be so heart wrenching?

Chat Noir had tried to speak, but Ladybug had shushed him. She knew what he was thinking; he wasn’t going to die today. Of course, the blood that seemed to flow from between her fingertips where she held Chat Noir’s injury didn’t help to convince her otherwise. She couldn’t lose him, she just couldn’t. He was the only one who understood her. She could only hope that help would come soon.

Who could have guessed that a sunrise could be so enlightening?

Chat Noir had begun telling her things about his life what seemed like ages ago. His voice was getting softer, his enthusiasm fading. Tears were flowing down Ladybug’s cheeks in what Chat had joked was an unappealing manner. Ladybug colluding bring herself to stop or care, so he just kept telling her about his life. Why wasn’t anyone coming to help? Where was everyone? Why had her Miraculous Cure not worked? I love you, Chat had whispered, but Ladybug tried to ignore it. He wasn’t going to die. Not today. He’d live to tell her that over and over again, where she could brush him off and they could keep on being partners.

Who could have guessed that a sunrise could be so beautiful...

“I’ve always wanted to watch the sunrise with you,” he said in a pained whisper. It hurt Ladybug, but she nodded. “Too bad I can’t see it.” There had been fear in his voice, just then. Ladybug wished she could make it disappear, wipe it away and make everything better. That was her job, after all. The Miraculous Ladybug. She had lifted his head so that it lay in her lap without a word, helping him see from where they sat by the Seine. It was a relatively normal sunrise, but something about this one was special, more beautiful. Chat gasped, whether out of fear or awe, she couldn’t tell.

...yet so sad?

“I don’t want to die, Ladybug.” There was no mistaking the fear in his voice now. She held him close, her heart squeezing in her chest.

“I don't want you to die either, chaton.” They sat in silence for a while longer. The sun began to rise more fully, and they both knew he wasn’t going to make it much longer. 

“My name’s Adrien, milady.” Ladybug jerked at that. Any other day, any other moment she would have scolded him. Now she couldn’t bear to think of it. “What’s your name?” She took in a shuddering breath.

“I’m Marinette.” With that, Chat Noir took one more deep, rattling breath and fell still under her touch. Turning her face to the skies, she let out a deafening cry. The city of Paris fell silent. The sunrise had never looked so beautiful, or so cold.

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The panic has officially set in…

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Hope any writers out there are doing alright! It’s the first day and I’ve already cried, so I’d say it’s going pretty normal for me!

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Hey, are you still doing his return a Merlin fanfic?

Yep! I just had to take a little break from it. Besides, I’ve got a little surprise for you guys that I’ll be posting in April and I don’t think it’d be appropriate to post anything Merlin until I’ve done that.

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2019 Update

Hi there everyone! It certainly has been a while, hasn’t it? Anyways, I’m just here to say that I’ve started a new story! It’s based off of Miraculous Ladybug, but it’ll be about a week or so before the first chapter is ready to be posted. I’ll post a synopsis for you all in a few days when I’ve finished that as well! Hopefully I can actually keep up a writing schedule this year. Thank you so much for being patient with me!

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Marichat May 2018 #2

Prompt: “Can I pick Princess?”

“What’re you doing Princess?” Chat Noir asked, peeking in through the balcony entrance to Marinette’s room. Marinette let out a squeak and tumbled off of her precarious seat from the bed. The computer she had been about to place on her lap landed gently on her bed. Marinette stood up quickly, looking a bit ruffled. 

“Chat! What are you doing?!” He touched down onto the floor, smiling sheepishly. 

“Did you forget, Princess? It’s our day!” Chat replied. Marinette turned to the calendar- on today’s date was a little green paw print with the words ‘Chat Visit’.

Marinette blushed, feeling embarrassed. She brushed herself off to try and reassure herself.

“Oh sorry... I forgot.” Marinette laughed nervously, rubbing th eback of her head. Chat smiled and shook his head fondly.

“It’s fine Princess, I’ve come to expect it from you honestly.” Marinette huffed. Chat Noir took one look at Marinette’s face before chuckling. This made Marinette huff even more, folding her arms across her chest.

“I’m not that bad...” she muttered. Chat only shook his head mirthfully.

“Yeah, you’re not. You’re just different, Princess.” That made Marinette smile. 

Marinette turned around, cleaning her room a bit to distract herself. Chat Noir took this moment to sit on the bed, legs crossed. His baton was gently tossed to the end of the bed and Chat set his chin into his hands. 

“So Princess, what are we going to do?” Marinette paused for a moment before resuming. 

“Well I was thinking we could watch something?” Marinette gestured towards her computer where a plethora of movies and television shows sat. Chat seemed to perk up, the ears atop his head tilting forward.

“Can I pick?” he asked, sliding elegantly off the bed. Marinette’s brows furrowed.

“What?” she turned, completely forgetting about tidying up. Chat Noir kneeled down by the selection in her room.

“Can I pick what we watch?” He turned to look at her expectantly. Marinette shook her head, smirking lightly.

“I don’t think so, minou. Knowing you, it’ll be something totally ridiculous!” Chat Noir’s face turned from one of expectancy to betrayal. 

“Marinette! You wound me, Princess!” He dramatically clasped his hand over his heart, falling over in an even more dramatic fashion. 

Marinette laughed at the adorable way Chat Noir was acting. She watched him as he dramatically writhed on the floor, as though he had been shot. Marinette brushed her hair behind her ears. Chat Noir sat up once again, giving her a charming smile.

Marinette and Chat Noir had been getting closer in the past year, his visits to her balcony becoming more and more frequent after he had taken comfort from her when his family relations went south. Marinette knew just enough about the situation without knowing who he was to provide comfort and much needed advice to the then distraught superhero. 

“You know minou, if you provide me with one reason to let you pick, you can.” Chat Noir ducked his head for a moment. He brought his head back up after, his eyes locking with Marinette’s. Her eyes widened in fear.

Chat Noir was giving her the puppy eyes. Maybe not an appropriate comparison for a cat themed superhero, but she could think of no other way to phrase it. Usually she was immune to those types of techniques, due to Manon, but for some reason Chat Noir was her weakness. 

“Oh no, that won’t work this time...” she said, her voice quivering a bit. This only seemed to fuel him as he only continued to make the eyes at her. 

“Please, Princess?” It was that which broke her.

“No, minou.” she said, though both of them knew that she had lost. 

“Can I pick Princess?” She sighed, before nodding.

“Of course minou, just make sure it’s something good.” Chat Noir laughed, examining the discs in front of him carefully.

“You know me Princess, I’ll pick only the best for you!”

Marinette sat patiently as Chat Noir methodically went through every option he had, before letting out a little ‘aha!’ and pulling one out of the shelf. He strolled over to Marinette and plopped onto the bed where she was sitting. She pulled the laptop onto her lap and held her hand out expectantly. She smiled when she saw his choice.

“Sailor Moon, Chat?” He nodded excitedly. 

“Yes! It’s my favorite.” he said, bouncing excitedly beside her. “So, what do you think? Is my choice good enough?” She nodded.

“Of course minou, any choice you made would have been good enough.” Chat Noir gave her a dazzling smile and pulled the laptop to sit between them. She placed the disc into the computer and the two started watching. Marinette looked over to Chat, who was intently focused on the current episode. She smiled, leaning her head onto Chat’s shoulder. Today was a good day.

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Marichat May 2018 #1

Prompt: You’re injured. Please stay the night. Please.

Tap, tap, tap.

Marinette squeezed her eyes tightly, groaning a bit at the repetitive noise. She rubbed her eyes. What time was it? According to her phone, it was a little after midnight. She sat up with a low sigh, turning the light on. Marinette felt a bit frustrated; what could be knocking on her balcony door this late? Or was it early? It didn’t matter.

Marinette was incredibly surprised to find Chat Noir outside. His ears were folded back, eyes downcast. The entirety of his body language suggested deep sadness. Marinette was alert immediately. 

“Chat! What are you doing here?” she asked, very shocked. Sure, Chat Noir liked to visit her sometimes, but never this late. Chat Noir shuffled his feet. 

“I just needed a place to stay, but it’s okay if you can’t do that right now.” He mumbled, sounding nothing like the Chat Marinette knew and loved. 

“It’s fine, come inside. You can stay for a while. After all, it’s pretty late.” Chat nodded and followed Marinette into her room.

Once Chat Noir was in the light, Marinette turned to face him and gasped. There was a large gash down the side of his face, cutting through his mask down to his chin. There were bruises that seemed to crawl down his face and neck. Marinette’s hands flew to her face. 

“Oh my God, Chat! What happened?” Chat shook his head. 

“Doesn’t matter now, what time is it?” He was a bit louder now. Marinette took note of the gruff sound in Chat’s voice. If her suspicions were right, it had something to do with the bruises trailing down his neck.

“It’s a little after midnight, but that’s not important! Chat, was there an akuma?” he shook his head.

“No. No akuma. I should go, I’m being a bother. It’s really late.”

Marinette recoiled at that statement. Anger and worry coursed through her. She felt determined to change Chat’s mind. 

“How dare you. How dare you! How dare you think that you’re bothering me right now?” She spat at Chat Noir. His head snapped up, his eyes filled with surprise. He hadn’t seen this side of Marinette before. A tear rolled down Marinette’s face. 

“You will never be a bother! Not to me! I will always help you! No matter what. Understand that? You’re a precious friend of mine, I-” she cut off, letting out a little sob. 

Chat stared at Marinette with newfound respect and awe. He hadn’t noticed, but tears were streaking down his face as well. Chat wrapped his arms around himself, curling inwards a bit. Never had he felt like someone really, truly cared about him. Now here was Marinette- sweet, sweet Marinette- showing true, genuine care for him. 

“Princess...” he whispered, stepping forward hesitantly. Marinette looked back up at him.

“You’re injured. Please stay the night,” Mari pleaded. Chat’s face must have shown some semblance of hesitance, because Mari closed the distance between them and placed her hand on his face- the uninjured side. “Please.” Chat nodded. 

“I’ll stay. I promise Princess.” Mari smiled at him. She grabbed his hand and gently pulled him further into the room. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up a bit, I’ll help you with these injuries. Stay as long as you like.” Chat Noir smiled at her, a strange feeling in his chest when Marinette smiled at him. He placed his hand on his chest, willing the strange pressure away. Little did he know, Marinette was trying to do the same thing.

“Okay you silly cat, tell me what happened.” A familiar smirk appeared on Chat’s face.

“Anything for you, Purrincess.”

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Marichat May 2018 Upload Fest

Hey everyone! I’m finally free from the tumultuous and laborious expectations of theatre! Now that I have finished it, I’m going to upload an incredible amount of Marichat fanfics to make up for my time off. Expect plenty of fanfics about one of my favorite ships!

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Tag yourself I’m angst master/certified writer

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True Love’s Kiss; a Miraculous Ladybug Oneshot

“Everyone is going to find their soulmate!” Amorfinder called out, pink magic flowing out of her hands and little glowing hearts attaching civilians’ skin. The affected civilians immediately started wandering around, calling out for an unknown soulmate. Marinette gripped onto Alya tightly, both fearful and confused. Alya gripped her back while smiling at her friend.

“It’s all good! Chat Noir will be here any second!”

It didn’t take long for Chat to appear. He winked at Marinette before turning to face the akuma, making her blush. Luckily Alya didn’t seem to notice.

“Look out!” Alya called, pushing Marinette away from her. A little pink heart landed on the back of Alya’s hand. Her eyes glazed and she started wandering aimlessly. Nino, who had come outside with the rest of the school, bolted over to Alya.

“Babe!” he called out, gripping her hand. “Come on, I’m right here!” Alya however, couldn’t hear him.

Nino grabbed her face, tears in his eyes.

“I love you babe,” Nino said before leaning in and kissing Alya. Everyone let out a little gasp as the glowing heart disappeared from Alya’s hand. Amorfinder turned her attention to the pair, confused. 

“What? How? Nevermind, I’ll just put you under my spell again!” She flicked more hearts at Nino and the now aware Alya. They flinched- the magic touched their skin. 

Nothing happened. Alya and Nino hugged each other in fear and delight. Chat landed by the amassed crowd. 

“So, true love’s kiss then? That’ll be purrfect!” Chat Noir said, smirk ever present on his face. Everyone groaned. The superhero was known for his puns. 

“What will you do? You can’t be touched by that magic!” Mylene cried out, the question directed at Chat. His face turned serious.

“I know what I’ll do. I’m sorry.” With that, Chat made his way towards Marinette. She looked confused, as did the crowd.

“What’re you-” Marinette started, but Chat Noir cut her off by pulling her into a bruising and passionate kiss.

The crowd gasped, many taking out phones and taking photos. Everyone in Paris would know by the end of the day. Chat Noir pulled away, his hands gently cupping Marinette’s face. 

“Sorry about that, I didn’t want anyone to know. You’ll be in danger... but someone was bound to find out anyways. I love you Princess!” Chat Noir bounded to the akuma, now immune to her magic. Marinette still looked dazed. Alya stomped over to Marinette, almost angrily.

“What was that girl? How long has this been going on?!” Marinette only sighed. Nino walked up and placed his hand on Alya’s shoulder.

“I guess this means you’re over my bro, then?” Marinette smirked at that.

“Maybe.”

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Quick Note!

Hey guys! Sorry it’s been forever since I updated... I’m currently in a production of Sister Act and it’s eating up most of my time. It’ll be over in two weeks so I’ll have an update for you then. Thanks for being patient

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Deer in the Headlights: a Yuri!!! on Ice Oneshot

Dialogue Prompt: “You’re supposed to be tracking down the most notorious criminal of the century and you’re watching Doctor Who!”

“What are you doing?” Yuuri’s voice rang out sternly through the room. The man at the receiving end of the sharp tone was at the other side of the room, facing the television.

Victor Nikiforov sat frozen on the couch, silver hair mussed and crumbs covering his stomach. He sat in a hunched position: neck bent awkwardly and a bowl of popcorn resting on his stomach. He was wearing a light tee shirt and sweatpants.

The glow was the only thing illuminated Victor’s face in the darkened room. His eyes were blown wide, his mouth half open as though he were a child caught doing something bad. On the television was Victor’s new favorite show: Doctor Who.

‘Hermits United. We meet up every ten years. Talk stories about caves. It’s good fun... if you’re a hermit.’ The voice of David Tennant echoed through the room. Victor cocked his head to the side, a sheepish smile donning his face.

“Yuuri! I, uh,” he stammered, placing the popcorn on the coffee table in front of him and brushing the crumbs off of his belly. He hurriedly stood up, though it seemed gravity was against him. As he attempted to stand up, his sock clad feet slipped on the smooth hardwood floor underneath him. He collapsed back onto the couch.

“I didn’t think you’d be back so early!” Yuuri crossed his arms. Victor stood up, a bit more successfully this time. He rubbed the back of his neck. Yuuri only glared.

“What’s all this?” Victor could tell by Yuuri’s tone that he wasn’t pleased. Victor shuffled his feet.

“I’m... watching Doctor Who?” There was dead silence for a moment, save the episode of Doctor Who which still hadn’t been turned off. “I’ve also got snacks. You can watch it with me if you want?” It was a desperate plea that Victor hoped would appease his boyfriend.

“You’re supposed to be tracking down the most notorious criminal of the century and you’re watching Doctor Who!” Yuuri exclaimed, exasperated. “You’re getting paid to track him down, you know?”

“So that’s a no?” Victor made an effort to use his best puppy dog eyes, pouting slightly. Yuuri almost cracked a smile. “And I am tracking him down, it’s just late and I wanted an off day with the best boyfriend ever!” Yuuri shook his head.

“So you wanted to hang out with me, but you started watching without me?” He was struggling to stay angry at his impulsive boyfriend. Victor threw his hands up playfully.

“Well you just HAD to stay so late at the office! I couldn’t help it!” Yuuri laughed finally, making his way over to Victor. 

“But you didn’t have to eat all the snacks,” Yuuri said, gesturing to the empty bowls and bags of chips scattered around the coffee table. “I think you’re lying.” Victor’s eyes widened in horror.

“How could you accuse me of such a thing, my Yuuri!” Victor proclaimed wildly, throwing one of his hands up to his chest. “Do you truly think so low of me love?”

“No, but I’d better get some of that popcorn,” Yuuri said, pulling Victor down onto the couch with him. Victor immediately pulled Yuuri to his side, Yuuri getting comfortable under the taller man’s arm. 

“Of course love, however much you want!” With that, Victor leaned in and pecked Yuuri on the lips. They fell asleep much later, Doctor Who playing in the background and an empty popcorn bowl having fallen to the floor.

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I Can’t Do This Without Him: a Yuri!!! on Ice Oneshot

Fair warning! This fanfic will deal with cancer, which can be a distressing subject for some people.  Keep in mind as you read please! Thanks!

The hallway was quiet, which was to be expected. It was late. Yuuri strode down the halls before pausing at a doorway. He took in a deep breath. He could do this. He’d done it many times before.

Entering the room, Yuuri noticed the distinct lack of smell. There was no overpowering scent of lemon or cleaning supplies as one would expect. The room was dim, making it difficult to see the man lying on the bed. Yuuri made his way over to the chair beside the bed, making sure he didn’t trip over anything lying on the floor.

Yuuri sat down. A machine was beeping quietly, connected to the man in the bed. Yuuri was too scared to look at the man in the bed, for fear that he would watch him die. The man in the bed shifted, his head turning to face Yuuri.

“Yuuri,” he called, his voice tired but joyful. “you’re back!” Yuuri looked up at him, a sad smile on his face.

“Hey Victor. Of course I’m back!” Victor chuckled. He made to sit up, but he didn’t have much strength. Yuuri stood up to help. 

“Here Victor, let me help.” Victor nodded, allowing Yuuri to prop him up with a few pillows. 

“Ah, this is embarrassing,” Victor muttered light-heartedly. Yuuri smiled softly.

“I don’t mind,” he responded. Victor made himself  comfortable once more. Yuuri sat down in the chair, gripping Victor’s hand gently. Victor squeezed Yuuri’s hand with as much strength as he could muster.

Victor looked incredibly different from a year ago, when he first spoke to Yuuri in Hasetsu. His regal silver hair had disappeared, falling out chunk by chunk. His skin was a sickly pale color. Only his eyes had stayed the same, still a twinkling blue. They still had life in them.

“I still wish you would’ve competed this year,” Victor whined, throwing his best puppy dog eyes at Yuuri. 

“That wouldn’t be fair. After all, my coach wouldn’t be there with me.” Victor pouted at Yuuri’s response. 

“But I could’ve watched you on the tv! I’m sure you would’ve won.” Yuuri shook his head.

“I want to be with you. Besides, I couldn’t win without you by my side.”

They sat in silence for a moment. This was so unfair, to the both of them. Victor rubbed the ring on Yuuri’s finger, bringing it up to his mouth and kissing it. His eyes filled with a certain type of determination. He grabbed Yuuri’s face, pulling it close to his. He laid his forehead on Yuuri’s.

“Marry me.” Yuuri jerked his previously closed eyes open. He placed his hands on Victor’s cheeks. 

“But I haven’t won gold yet!” Victor simply smiled, closing his eyes and rubbing his thumbs against Yuuri’s cheekbones.

“I don’t care. Marry me Yuuri, we don’t know how long-”

“Yes! I’ll marry you. Just... don’t talk like that. You’ll be fine.” Yuuri’s voice cracked at the end, his eyes squeezed shut. A single tear rolled down his cheek, which Victor gently wiped away.

“Of course, moya lyubov. Whatever you want.”

The wedding in and of itself wasn’t elaborate in any way. It didn’t even look much like a wedding, as Victor loved to grumpily point out. Yuuri always laughed at the face Victor made when he grumbled about it. Yuuri appreciated that little sense of normalcy.

Yakov and Mila were both present to sign the legal papers, though neither stayed for long. They both noticed that the two seemed to want to be alone. Victor started grumbling after they signed the papers. 

“You deserved a better wedding than this! In a hospital!” Yuuri laughed, kissing Victor’s cheek. 

“I don’t need a big fancy wedding.” Victor however, still looked put out.

“I wish I could’ve spoiled you. My proposal could’ve been better too. You deserved much better.” Yuuri shook his head, smiling.

“Really Victor, I don’t need anything. You’re enough.” Victor held Yuuri’s gaze, a smile forming on his face.

“Well then, Mr. Katsuki-Nikiforov, what shall we do now?” Victor asked cheekily. Yuuri smirked.

“I have an idea, dear husband of mine,” Yuuri responded before leaning in and kissing Victor.

“Yes!” Yuuri exclaimed, his eyes glued to the television screen. “He won! Look Victor, Yuri won-” Yuuri glanced at Victor. He was sleeping. A look of worry crossed over Yuuri’s face; Victor always stayed awake during skating performances. Yuuri discreetly checked his pulse: still steady. He let out a sigh of relief. He pressed a kiss to Victor’s forehead, lingering for a second.

“Mmh, what a good way to wake up,” Victor muttered sleepily. Yuuri sat down by the bed and smiled. “What’d I miss?”

“Yuri won gold,” Yuuri responded. “He beat his personal best as well.” Victor’s brow furrowed. 

“Oh. I missed Yuri’s skate.” Yuuri grabbed his hand, rubbing the top of it with his thumb. 

“We can always watch it online.” Victor grimaced, trying to hide it from his husband. Yuuri noticed. “Are you okay?” Victor shook his head.

“The chemotherapy isn’t agreeing with me today, moya lyubov.” Yuuri grew concerned. 

“Do you need anything? Should I call a nurse?” Victor chuckled, though it sounded more like a wheeze.

“No, it’s just... stay with me tonight. Could you do that Yuuri?” There was something in Victor’s tone that frightened him. 

“Of course. I’ll stay Victor, you don’t need to ask.”

Victor combed his fingers through Yuuri’s hair, reveling in the soft texture. He let out a sigh; Yuuri had fallen asleep a few hours ago, clearly in a deep sleep at this point. Yuri had shown up just after Yuuri had fallen asleep. Victor had made Yuri promise to take care of his husband, despite the quiet protests of the younger boy. He had left quickly after that, his eyes filled with tears. Victor pressed a gentle kiss to the top of Yuuri’s head, tears starting to fall.

“I’m sorry Yuuri,” he whispered. “Moya lyubov. I’m so, so sorry.”

Yuuri woke up to a monotonous noise. He looked around blearily, confused as to what the noise was. Why was it making his heart race? Why was he scared? When he realized where he was, Yuuri panicked. He grabbed Victor’s hand in a death grip.

“Victor? Victor?!” Yuuri called, his tone filled with fear. He glanced around wildly for the source of the noise. His eyes landed on the heart monitor; it displayed a flat line. 

“No. No, no, no!” Yuuri shouted, his hands gripping Victor’s shoulders. A nurse entered the room, taking in the sight of a sobbing Yuuri. She gently pulled Yuuri away from the bed, guiding him out of the room. He was extremely compliant. Outside stood Yuri Plisetsky, who took one glance at Yuuri and knew.

“Yuuri...” he spoke softly, as though talking to a frightened animal. His voice was barely above a whisper. Yuuri couldn’t make himself look at the younger man. 

“He’s gone.” Those were the only words Yuuri spoke. Yuri approached the other hesitantly, unsure of what to do. Yuuri took action, pulling the skater into a bone crushing hug. Yuri immediately wrapped his arms around the crying man, allowing him to cry into his shoulder.

“I can’t do this Yuri. Not without him,” Yuuri whispered, sounding broken.

“Yes you can, and you willl,” Yuri replied, his voice shaky. He pushed Yuuri away to look into his eyes. “You’ll do it. For Victor.”

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His Return Prologue

He woke with a start. The dream he had felt so real. The clashes of steel, the flashes of lightning, voices crying out in pain and triumph. The weight of chainmail on his shoulders. The smell of blood and death. He remembered a face- someone he didn’t know but intrinsically recognized as a lost friend. The feeling of a less than normal sword piercing through armor and skin, pain lancing through his body. He felt his own blade reach the other person’s body, cutting through the plate mail like it was water and killing the person. He collapsed to his knees, feeling as though his life were falling through his fingers, fading away.

The dream felt more like a memory, but Arthur knew it could only be a dream. He shook away the feeling of dread and wiped the sweat from his face. He didn’t know how he knew the man in his dream, but he knew it was pointless to worry about it. Arthur rolled over in his bed and fell asleep once more.

Something strange was going on with Gwen. She had always been a bit of a daydreamer, but this was too much. To dream of marrying a Pendragon? Like that was going to happen. Especially in a medieval setting where she was marrying the King! Arthur Pendragon may be the heir to plenty of booming companies, but he certainly was no king. The daydream however, was pleasant. Everyone seemed joyous, many faces standing out to her as friends. She could only focus on the handsome, wondrous, brilliant man in front of her.

“Guinevere! Am I boring you?” The harsh voice of her English teacher called out, causing snickering from her classmates. Gwen’s cheeks burned.

“No sir, sorry.” He huffed, obviously not impressed. 

“You may be at the top of the class now, but you won’t be for long if you keep your head in the clouds.” He continued on, Gwen focusing on his speaking in vain. It seems that she’d be caught daydreaming again.

It was dark in the dream. Lancelot was in the forest, riding an elegant steed and wearing ancient armor. He carried a lance; the weight of the weapon seemed right in his hand. A man was laying unconscious a few feet away. Close to the man was a creature that could only be from myth. He didn’t know what possessed him, but he knew he had to kill the creature.

His steed reared up, almost in a cinematic way. He started charging the creature. He didn’t know why, but he knew that he had to kill the creature in front of him. Lives depended on it. A man was standing in the forest by his side. He seemed to be chanting in a foreign language, his hand reached out towards the lance in his hand. Lancelot charged the beast with a sense of resignation; he couldn’t defeat the creature in front of him. The lance in his hand, however, chose that moment to erupt in blue fire. He stabbed the creature, killing it. He knew whatever had happened, it was magic and the man he was now celebrating with had used it.

Lancelot opened his eyes blearily, confused as to his strange dream. He didn’t know what his dream meant, nor did he know the man who he seemed to recognize in the dream. He put the confusion aside, rolling out of bed and preparing for the day ahead. His dream was soon forgotten.

Morgana bolted upright with a scream. Her hair was plastered to her face due to all of the sweat she seemed to be coated in. She flipped the covers off of her body, her feet gently touching down on the ground. She rubbed her face with her palms. 

The dream she had was startling, to say the least. She had been locked up with a dragon- a dragon of all things! But this dragon seemed to be friendly. They were locked in a dark hole. No light seemed to reach them. The cuffs around her wrists chafed the skin underneath. Not only that but she felt as though something were missing. An essential part of her soul. She shook her head. She would do her best to forget the dream, though it seemed as though this one would not be so easy.

Gwaine startled awake. It wasn’t uncommon for him to have nightmares, but this was an unusual dream for him. In the dream, Gwaine had died. Now, Gwaine wasn’t really scared of death, but this dream had shaken him. 

In the dream he was being tortured. Some insane woman with a weird snake thing whose venom hurt a whole hell of a lot more than anything else he’d ever experienced. Eventually she left him in the forest, weak and dying. After what felt like hours in the dream, his friend showed up just as he started to die. 

Gwaine shook off his fear. He had more important things to do.

Percival sat on his roof, staring at the stars and sipping on the lukewarm tea. The dream he had woken from terrified him. He had watched his closest friend Gwaine die in front of him. It was difficult for him to make friends. He was a ‘beast’ of a man who preferred to be quiet. He didn’t have many friends. 

He didn’t know why Gwaine had died in his dream, or why the two of them seemed to be knights. All he knew is that the situation was the same. He finished off the cup of tea, quickly making his way to his room. He wouldn’t discuss this dream with anyone.

Elyan’s gaze flicked over to the figure standing in the corner. He had thought these weird illusions would have disappeared. He didn’t stop taking his meds or anything! Yet the boy who haunted his childhood has made an appearance once again. 

The boy was covered in water. He never said anything, only watched Elyan curiously. He only seemed to serve one purpose: to give Elyan the creeps.

“Elyan, are you okay?” Gwen’s voice floated through his head. He turned to see his sister’s concerned visage, her hand on his shoulder. Elyan nodded.

“Yeah, I’m okay.” Gwen didn’t look convinced.

“You’ve got that look on your face. Are you seeing him again?” Elyan shook his head vigorously. He made sure not to glance at the boy in the corner. “You sure? Because the doctors can always up your dose again.”

“I’m sure Gwen. I’m just stressed.” Gwen smiled and hugged Elyan. 

“You know you can tell me anything?” Elyan simply shook his head. “Alright.”

Elyan wondered why the boy in the corner seemed familiar to him.

“Leon! Focus!” The coach screamed out to Leon, who had somehow lost concentration. He shook his head and paid attention to the practice.

“Yes coach!” Leon couldn’t help but focus on what had made him lose his concentration. He had been a knight, fighting alongside Arthur Pendragon against a dragon. A dragon. He never saw the end of that particular dream, which left him confused. Never mind that now though, he had practice. He may be good at football, but he could only get better.

Mordred packed herbs into jars absentmindedly, unusually distracted. He felt guilty. A dream he had experienced previously showed him fighting a man he seemed close to. Not only that, but he had been killed. Mordred knew instinctively that he had been in the wrong in the fight, and that whoever that man had been didn’t want to kill him. 

He knew better than to underestimate the dream. He knew that dreams held meaning. This one seemed to be showing him one of his past lives. No wonder he’d been reincarnated. Mordred was wracked with guilt. He continued on with his work around the apothecary distantly, praying that he could fix the mistake he made in the past life.

“Arthur!” Merlin bolted up, his eyes wild. The silk sheets of his bed were tangled around his legs. Merlin combed his hands through his hair. The room was dim, hardly any light shining on the extravagant room Merlin currently called his bedroom. 

Merlin hurriedly stood up, pacing around his room. He felt ready to pull his hair out. A single tear slipped down Merlin’s face. The same dream plagued him night after night since... Merlin refused to think of that memory. He steeled himself once more. He had waited so many years for Arthur and his friends to return, but he had lost all hope. He didn’t expect for anything to ever return to the way it was. He didn’t think he’d want to either.

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It’s Not My First Language; a Daily Writing Prompt

Writing Prompt: A major protagonist goes on vacation in a foreign country.

Arthur and Merlin were riding through a village, on their way to meet foreign dignitaries in their homeland. The two they were planning to meet were too sick (apparently) to travel to Camelot, so they were traveling to them. To Arthur’s misfortune, none of the natives of the new country spoke English.

Arthur shifted uncomfortably in his saddle as he listened to the foreign language surrounding him. He cast a glance at Merlin. How was he comfortable with this, Arthur would never know. Merlin seemed to be calm in an environment that was completely new to him. Maybe he was lucky.

“Merlin,” Arthur called out. “You know that we are gonna get lost, right?” Merlin turned back to Arthur, a wry smile on his face.

“We won’t get lost Arthur. I’m better than that!” Arthur grimaced.

“You aren’t supposed to be the one leading!” Merlin only laughed a bit, spurring his horse onwards. They travelled for a few more hours, both wishing to make it there as soon as possible. The sun was starting to set. The two came to a silent agreement, deciding to stop where they were. They set up camp together- despite the fact that Arthur was king didn’t mean he didn’t help Merlin. Though never in front of anyone else. They ate a rushed dinner and went to sleep.

The next day, they were approaching the city they were supposed to meet the foreign dignitaries in. Both men felt that something was off. Something seemed to be astir in the air, troubling the two and causing them to urge their horses to go faster. There was smoke in the air. 

People seemed to be panicked in the city, though they let the two foreigners through.

“Arthur, we have to hurry.” Arthur turned to his friend, confused.

“Why? I know that you want to be done quickly, but there’s no need to rush.” Merlin shook his head.

“It’s just a feeling.” Arthur scoffed, but they rode ever faster to the towering castle in front of them. No one was there to take their horses, so Merlin escorted them to one of the stalls in the stable. Many seemed to be empty. It was strange.

The two entered the castle, feeling anxious. It wasn’t long before they understood why. Soldiers with battle wounds were laying everywhere, half dead. Merlin looked away quickly, focusing his eyes forward. Arthur did the same. They needed to find one of the dignitaries so they could figure out what happened. 

It wasn’t long before a young girl ran up to the two sobbing. She was calling out words Arthur couldn’t understand.

“Cabhair liom! Le do thoil, mharaigh duine éigin mo mháthair agus a athair! Teastaíonn cúnamh uaim! An dtuigeann tú dom?” The girl spoke hurriedly, confusing Arthur even more. What surprised him though, was what his manservant did next.

“Sea, tuigim leat. Cé hé do thuismitheoirí?” He spoke softly, kneeling down next to the girl who couldn’t be more than eight summers old.

“Is iad Aoife agus Coline Boyle iad. Is iad na h-uaisle a bhí ina gcónaí anseo.” The girl responded.

Arthur was mesmerized. He didn’t know that Merlin knew multiple languages! It was amazing.

“Tá an-brón orm. Ba mhaith liom cabhrú leat, ach is féidir le mo chara cabhrú leat níos mó.” Merlin said, pointing back at Arthur. “An bhfuil Béarla agat?” The girl shook her head.

“Ní labhraíonn Béarla go maith. Tá mé ag foghlaim ach. Le do thoil, caithfidh tú cabhrú liom!”

“Beidh mé. Cad is ainm duit?” Merlin spoke, his words calm compared to the frightened tone of the girl.

“Claire.”

“Is maith leat freastal ar Claire. Is é mo ainm Myrddin Wyllt, tá mé ó Camelot. Is é an fear sin an Rí Artair.” The girl clasped onto Merlin’s now outstretched hand, smiling wearily.

“Slán!” Claire called, waving at the the two disappearing Camelot men. They waved back kindly, sending encouraging smiles. Luckily the girl still had living relatives to take care of her, considering a massacre that had taken place. No one knew why or how, it simply happened.

Arthur waited to bring up the subject of Merlin’s apparent bilingualism until they were in the silence of the forest. He turned, but Merlin seemed to anticipate his question and answered before a word could exit Arthur’s mouth.

“I have family who live here.” Arthur nodded, though still confused.

“Yes, but you know it so well! How?” Merlin shook his head.

“If I am to be honest, it’s not as interesting as you’d think.” 

“Try me.”

“It was my first language.” That just made Arthur more confused.

“What do you mean? Weren’t you born in Essetir?” Merlin shook his head.

“No, I only lived there for a few years. I was actually born here.” Arthur nodded, digesting the new information.

“Alright, you aren’t a native English speaker. You weren’t born where you said you were, but rather in a foreign country that speaks a completely different language. Any more secrets?” Arthur said it jokingly, but it seemed that Merlin did.

“Merlin isn’t quite my real name.” At Arthur’s shocked expression, Merlin decided to elaborate. “I mean it its, but it’s the pronunciation in English. My birth name is Myrddin Wyllt.” 

Arthur shook his head. Today was simply crazy.

“And you didn’t think to tell me?” Merlin blushed, turning away.

“I didn’t think it necessary. Besides, you never asked.” A flash of guilt passed through Arthur, though it disappeared quickly.

“I guess I’ll just have to take you with me now, as a diplomat.” Merlin snorted.

“You’d take me anyways!”

“Yeah, well at least now you’ll be useful!” Arthur retorted. The two kept throwing taunts at each other until they reached Camelot and beyond the gates, continuing on life as they knew it. Nothing had changed really. 

AN: Alright, so I had to use google translate for this! Take these translations with a grain of salt. It is supposed to be Gaelic, but I am not a speaker of it. Seriously, these translations are transparent at best. Please do not take these as truth. If you do speak the language, feel free to correct me! 

The translations will go in order by how they appear.

Claire: Help me! Please, someone killed my mother and father! I need help! Can you understand me?

Merlin: Yes, I understand you. Who are your parents?

C: They are Aoife and Coline Boyle. They are the nobles who lived here.

M: I’m so sorry. I want to help you, but my friend can help you more. Do you know how to speak English?

C: I don’t speak English very well. I am just learning. Please, you need to help me!

M: I will. What’s your name?

C: Claire

M: Nice to meet you Claire. My name is Myrrdin Wyllt, I’m from Camelot. That man is king Arthur.

C: Goodbye!

That’s it! Thanks for reading!

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Hey when will you start posting his return: a merlin fanfic? I’m so excited about it!!! 😆😆😆

Hey! Sorry for the very late reply... I’m currently in the drafting stage, but the first chapter should be up in around a week.

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The End of a Golden Age: a Daily Writing Exercise

Writing Prompt: I didn’t know what to do, I just knew it needed to stop. Grave after grave after grave. I got tired of burying my friends.

She didn’t know what to do, she just knew it needed to stop. It had been so long since she adorned the super heroine persona Ladybug, fighting akumas sent from Hawkmoth. Had she known the consequences of the earrings, she’d never have put them on. The joy of saving others wasn’t worth this pain.

Master Fu never told her and Chat what the consequences of using their Miraculouses were. Maybe he would have. Unfortunately Hawkmoth had gotten to him first, killing the old Guardian. He probably didn’t tell them many things. Still, she thought, this should have been addressed right away.

No one had informed the two superheroes of the longevity of their lives. It wasn’t noticeable at first; their friends made jokes about good genes. Even going so far as to say ‘you haven’t aged a day!’ She had laughed it away. After years it became more noticeable. She was thirty-seven and she still looked sixteen. It wasn’t just good genes.

That was how her friends learned the truth. It was Alya first; she had her suspicions ever since the Pharaoh akuma all those years ago. Thankfully Alya was accepting and understanding of her secret. Next was Nino, who overheard their second half of the conversation. He just laughed it off, thanking her in the end for bringing him and Alya together. She didn’t know how to respond, sputtering out a broken ‘you’re welcome’.

Chat was next. They were patrolling Paris when he brought up their aging problem. It was an awkward discussion that led to the big question: ‘can I know who you are under the mask?’ Both of them were scared; they were stagnant while the world was moving around them. She agreed to learning his identity and vice versa.

To be honest, it wasn’t much of a surprise to her that Chat Noir was Adrien Agreste. She was still his friend, she had noticed he didn’t seem to be aging either. He wasn’t surprised to see her behind the mask either it seemed. They smiled- at least they weren’t alone. If they didn’t age, at least they had each other.

They got married two years later, inviting al of their old school friends. The joking comments about their age that once made them laugh now caused them to flinch. They couldn’t say it was because they were superheroes. All the same, they had plenty of fun during the wedding. Many claimed they saw it coming. The two would share a knowing look; it had seemingly been written in fate. The two celebrated well into the night after everyone had left.

They became the guardians of the many Miraculouses, protecting them against the ever unrelenting attacks of Hawkmoth. The attacks got less frequent, however, surprising the two superheroes. Eventually they received a brooch in the mail with a simple note: ‘I cannot hold this power anymore. Hawkmoth is dead.’ With the note came a hurried call from Natalie saying Adrien’s father had passed. Dots connected. Tears were shed. They moved on.

The problem of their aging didn’t hit them until the first of their friends died. It was Alex and Kim; both had been on-duty police officers chasing down a murderer. The murderer was cornered by the two astounding officers. Their friends didn’t know he had a weapon until it was too late. The murderer shot them both and barely was arrested by Chat Noir and Ladybug taking him into custody.

The funeral was solemn. They went as their civilian selves. Everyone was crying; they deserved much better than what they got. The weather was neither bleak nor sunny. No mood could be read from the sky. It was simply as if it were another day in Paris. To many it was. To the two superheroes, it was catastrophic. 

Adrien would be forced to watch his wife work herself into hysteria, crying about how this would happen to all of their friends eventually. No matter what he did, it couldn’t cheer up the devastated woman. He would sit by her side and cry with her. They would hold each other close to their chests, savoring the preciousness of their relationship. The fact that they would at the very least have each other.

As the years went by, the two superheroes were forced to move away. Their looks were too young to be brushed off anymore. It was a tear-filled goodbye, with only two people present to witness the two superheroes’ farewell. Alya and Nino waved them goodbye as they left. It was heartbreaking for them to leave- though they didn’t go far. It was to a little cottage outside the large city of Paris. They wanted to stay close in case they needed to defend it, despite the years since Hawkmoth had died. They weren’t really needed anymore.

Years passed much too quickly for the two; thirty years passed before they truly got to see Alya and Nino again. They invited the pair to visit. Alya and Nino agreed, bringing a surprise with them. With the long since married couple came their daughter and grandson. The superheroes were shocked- had they really missed that much of their friends’ lives? Alya hugged them both with a nostalgic fondness. It was hard for them to talk about much, it seemed like the now bordering on elderly pair had truly moved on with their lives. They were not invited back, for fear that the two superheroes would not be able to stand it.

They received messages of their friends passing one by one: Chloe, Sabrina, Rose, Juleka, Ivan, Max, Mylene, Nathanael. They were invited to each and every funeral, but they were too scared to go in case someone were to recognize them. They were supposed to be in their seventies at this point. They couldn’t risk it.

The first time the two stepped back into the city of Paris was when Nino passed. Alya called the two, her voice weary and breathy. She begged them to go to the funeral; she needed the support of her friends. They both agreed, feeling remorse that they had not spent more time with Nino in the end.

Seeing Alya was wonderful for the both of them. She looked wonderful. She stood tall, walking briskly and smiling at the two superheroes. They marveled at her appearance. Her hair had grayed, wrinkles covering her face. That was only to be expected of course; she was ninety-four after all. She grabbed their hands each individually, personally thanking them and making them promise to never leave each other. They agreed heartily.

The second time was for Alya’s funeral. Alya’s grandson was the one to invite the two, having known their secret. He was at least thirty now, smiling at the two who couldn’t be more than a faint image in the recesses of his mind. He thanked them for coming. The conversation was terse and short. The two superheroes did not stay long. They didn’t go back to Paris after that.

They lived for hundreds of years, guarding the Miraculouses and eventually teaching others they deemed worthy about them. Soon there were no more Miraculouses in their care, all out in the world making a difference. They watched the technology change, people change, culture change. Strangest of all for them was the legend that the children they trained always told them. Their own story in Paris. It seemed they were not forgotten.

It was inevitable for a villain to appear from the children of the Miraculouses. The two knew it would happen eventually, lamenting at the fall of one of their own, though they decided to let the children deal with it. They were the new generation. They could grow and explore their powers using this. 

They didn’t expect for each and every one of them to be killed. They were the only ones left, the fallen child having died after a fateful battle with three other Miraculous holders. Ladybug and Chat Noir walked through the battlefield openly in costume, letting Paris see them for the first time. They were mourning. The people of Paris were celebrating the return of Ladybug and Chat Noir, famed heroes. The superheroes only stayed long enough to gather each and every last Miraculous before leaving.

They decided to hide the Miraculouses.

They still had not aged. They determined the only way to die was to pass on the Miraculouses or to be killed. Neither seemed a good option. Both resigned themselves to an eternity alone. At least they had each other. 

Of course, that peace did not last. Someone had found the box of Miraculouses (though it was not well hidden) and stole the butterfly Miraculous. This Hawkmoth seemed stronger than the last, even deadlier as well. He didn’t have a purpose other than to kill Ladybug and Chat Noir. They were involved in a long battle, of which ended poorly. Chat had been struck a fatal blow.

Ladybug had panicked, killing the second Hawkmoth she had faced almost instantly after that. She held Adrien as he wheezed, whispering words of love to him. He tried his best to reciprocate, but eventually he simply stopped. Stopped breathing, stopped talking, stopped living. The lone superhero let out a mournful cry.

She took the Miraculouses after burying Adrien by their cottage, deciding to scatter them across the Earth in deadly and hidden locations. Praying they would never be found. She would place a warning with each, talking of the consequences of using these horrible, life-ruining objects. She thought back on her life.

Grave after grave after grave.

She was tired of burying her friends.

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His Precious Lady; A Daily Writing Exercise

Writing prompt: Write the first feeling that comes to mind. Why do you feel this way? What caused it?

Air! Why couldn’t he get air? Was there something wrong with him? His head felt fuzzy. Adrien took large, erratic gasps of air. Why was he panicking? He couldn’t remember.

It clicked in his brain. His father, Gabriel Agreste, was Hawkmoth. The villain he’s been fighting for a little over a year. Ladybug had been right all along! They had been fooled by his own father.

Scanning the area, Adrien couldn’t see Ladybug anywhere. Shouldn’t she have been here by now? Not that he could say much, he couldn’t transform after being face to face with Hawkmoth. He’d be doomed if his father- no Hawkmoth, ever learned that he was Chat Noir. Even worse he could be held as bait for Ladybug. No, he refused.

His father was monologuing, classic villain style. Adrien didn’t know what to do. Worse yet was the fact that Nino and Alya were with him. The two looked horrified, sending him a concerned glance every so often. As he was, he couldn’t protect them. Some superhero he was.

It seemed like his nightmare had to continue as Marinette bounded into view. She skidded to a stop as she caught view of Hawkmoth, her eyes widening. Alya was yelling for her to turn back, Nino joining in. Adrien was frozen. What could he do? Wait for Ladybug to show up?

Hawkmoth grinned maliciously at Marinette, glancing between her and Adrien. Why was Hawkmoth happy at her arrival? Adrien watched as Hawkmoth raised his cane, pointing it at Marinette. Adrien’s eyes widened and he started running to Marinette. He called out to her, reaching his hand out. His voice was filled with fear. She turned her head to him, confused. A blast of energy shot from Hawkmoth’s cane, too quick for Adrien to block as he was. Marinette crumbled to the ground at the collision.

Adrien let out a cry that sounded akin to that of an animal. Nino and Alya were both crying as well. Adrien collapsed by Marinette, gathering her up in his arms. She was still breathing, but it was unsteady. Luckily her pulse was strong. He just had to wait for Ladybug now. She could fix this. Adrien glared at Hawkmoth. Everyone was surprised by the anger behind his look. 

Adrien picked up Marinette’s little purse she always had with her which had fallen open a short distance away. When he went to close it, he was shocked to the very core at the contents. It couldn’t be possible! Could it? He felt Plagg sneakily leave his pocket and enter Marinette’s purse, calling softly to what was obviously a qwami. After getting no response, Plagg snuck up to Adrien’s ear.

“That’s Ladybug’s qwami,” Plagg whispered, his voice breaking.

Adrien felt himself begin to shake with rage. He held Marinette ever closer, now that he knew she was his precious Lady. A few tears managed to track down his face. He gazed at her, finally seeing the similarities between the two. When he looked up once more, his face was filled with an indomitable rage. Hawkmoth took a step back in shock, as did Alya and Nino. They had never seen Adrien so angry. Plagg gripped onto Adrien’s hair tightly, whispering into his ear once more:

“Defend them. Damn the consequences.”

Alya and Nino gripped onto each other, both fearful of their friend. They had known something was horribly wrong; Adrien never got that angry at anything! Hawkmoth himself looked anxious. No one had ever seen Adrien so angry before. Adrien gently placed Marinette down, brushing a stray hair from her face. He stood up, assuming a fighting stance. 

“You will pay,” he spat at Hawkmoth, his voice deadly quiet. Everything seemed to halt for a brief moment before Adrien called out once more;

“Plagg, claws out!”

AN: Alright! So this was a bit of an unplanned prompt that I came up with in the middle of my math class, and thus this snippet was born! Now, I’m not sure as to whether I should leave it as it is or continue. That’ll be up to you! Please tell me if you’d like for me to write more on this!