#tfwc

[lvnarr]

Angie take a shower pls

I know he REEKS, and you can tell within a ten foot radius of him

(I still wanna crack)

[museumticket]

i still need for anya taylor-joy to play a vampire 🙏

[story-collector]

The Family We Chose

This is the AU I wrote but never actually made into a fanfiction. This is going to be part one on of idk how many. I’m gonna write them by age so right now they are 13. I hope you enjoy and please give me your feed back! (Also I’m not going to follow completely along with the au I wrote out so just FYI and feel free to give ideas)

13

Sometimes the dream of being a superhero can be shattered. Ours were broken by becoming one. The reality had set in and we realized we knew nothing. We realized we were alone. So we revealed and told no one that we did. To the outside world our identity’s were faceless, our names did not exist. To each other we were Adrien and Marinette, Chat Noir and Ladybug; the child hero’s of Paris.

We focused on training that first year, watching countless videos of other hero’s, hundreds of hours of martial arts, thousands of practice. At first we thought we would fail but we prevailed, our practice shining through with every battle. We soon learned that being a hero wasn’t just practice and patrol and hiding your alter ego from everyone around you. It was mourning the loss of everyone you couldn’t save, even if we could bring them back to life in the end. We knew other hero’s couldn’t do that, so we tried not to let it ever happen but we were young and there was so many things we had to learn.

The nightmares were bad and sleep was only a wish for those first few months. We had lives outside of being hero’s, lives we had to keep up and sometimes that meant late nights and early mornings. We were determined to keep our interests and friends. We had acts we needed to keep up. Marinette; the clumsy, kind, and helpful girl. Adrien; the model, nerd, passive, and friendly boy. Marinette who had a massive crush on Adrien, who was unaware. We weren’t like that, but that’s what people saw. We were like siblings, close as can be, brought together by sleepless nights and early mornings on top of the Eiffel Tower doing homework together, six hours before it was due. We were the designer and model, the artist and the scientist, the ladybug and cat.

The first year was hard. Images of so many dead would flash through our brains daily. Our friends and family, even as they smiled and laughed around us had at some point been silent. We tried to keep them talking, vidoes and photos were taken at every moment. And album was filled the first year and hidden in a box on top of the Eiffel Tower. This is where our memory’s went. As the year past, school slowly came to a close. Emotions were at an all time high and the Akumas only got worse. We tried to find hawkmoth but we were only two untrained children thrown into the world we didn’t understand. We met Master Fu, and requested more people but he declined, stating that we were fine. He didn’t know we knew our each other Identity’s. He didn’t know we would call the other at midnight crying because we couldn’t sleep and we had a photo shoot in three hours. He didn’t know we would support each other as we cried about our grades and school and how we were almost behind. He didn’t know of our stress to get away during akumas. He didn’t know anything. He threw two children into a veritable war with nothing but a ring and a pair of earrings.

Even as he said no we looked for new holders. We learned to see past the veil people put up around themselves. Through the skills we learned in disguising ourselves we could three new holders and befriended them. We saw the anxiety and stress of Chloe. Her father didn’t know how to connect with her, throwing money her way to try and make her happy. Her mother was never there but expected her to treat others like trash because she was above them. We saw the actually sweet girl who longed for a real friend. We saw the girl who wanted to be herself. We saw the grasping for freedom in Kagami. Her mother only wanted her to win, she never asked what she wanted, never let her have and show emotions. We saw a girl straining to be herself and to do what she wanted most. And we saw a lonely boy who loved music in Luka. He just wanted friends, a family, people he could be close to, people he could trust with his fears and anxiety’s and not always be the calm person in the room for.

We found them and brought them all together and started to train them with what we knew, letting them teach us what they knew as well. We would one day get miraculous for them but for now we would train them and prepare them in a way that we weren’t in the beginning.

MASTERLIST

[sassypantsjaxon]

The Family We Can’t Choose

(The Family We Choose, chapter 2)

We can't choose who we're born to, or born with. We can't choose who lives or dies. We can only choose how we'll go on.

Arthur and Francis' families get a little bigger.

Fanfiction   Ao3

[museumticket]

Paloma Elsesser for British Vogue (October 2021). Photographed by Dan Martensen Styled by Clare Richardson

[museumticket]

Monica Bellucci for Harper's Bazaar Russia (March 2022). Photographed by Stephan Lisowski Styled by Ekaterina Tabakova

[sassypantsjaxon]

The Family We Choose

You can choose your friends, but you can't choose your family...or so they say. But sometimes you can choose your family, and sometimes the family you choose is better than the one you don't. Gilbert, Madeline, and Arthur. Alfred, Ivan, and Francis. Two little families made a little better by choice.

Links to ao3 and fanfiction in the notes

[miramu1986]

Reposted from @therapyforwomencenter Today’s affirmation 💚⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ Does @therapy_with_e’s insight resonate with you? She’s currently accepting new clients in DC, MD and VA! Head to the link in our bio to request an appointment 📲📲⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀ #therapyforwomencenter #TFWC #affirmations #dailyaffirmation #selfcompassion #selfcompassiontips https://www.instagram.com/p/CSLYtaYD3y1/?utm_medium=tumblr