chloe-carrie

[chloe-carrie]

Okay, i know, maybe i need to hurry up and resume my ex-work and wrote my fic like before but now i cant and am so sorry

The next part's maybe gonna be appeared the april 10 if i'll be able to prepare for my exams

Fic “Maybe, it's fate?”

Chapter 9.2: “Mystery secrets and unexpected passions”

Alya rolled her eyes up and made a bad face as if threatening that she will kill her after this conversation. Later she got out of the bed and went from the room displeased to leave her friend alone with her “former”

“It's okay,” Mari replied understanding what she's doing.

“Can we meet?”

“Ah, uh…” She didn't know what to say. It seems like she did wanna see Chat but at the same time it'd hurt her and Alya's dignity. “What for?”

“I need to explain everything.”

“I ain't syre I'm ready to hear although something from you after a long time.” Her voice was sounding as offended.

“I know,” he said, “but I have to talk to you. I will explain it, I promise.”

“Okay,” she finally agreed not wanting to wait. She understood it was hard to forgive him as see him but she had to know answers to her questions.

“Great!” An exclamation was heard. “Did you already move?”

“Yes.”

“Then send me your address and I will come to you .” These words especially impressed her as if current went on her.

“Of course, I'll do it now…”

“Thank you. I will be there tonight.” Tonight… She didn't imagine why exactly then. “Bye, Marinette!”

“Bye…”

That was the last in their conversation. Literally in two minutes when she began thinking it all, Alya broke into the room and started screaming on the move.

“What yhe fuck was it?!”

“Be quieter” Mari asked and went down.

“So reply to me. What. Was. That?!”

She looked at ther friend with the wild amazing, took her hand and walked to the sofa.

“Tell it. Now.”

Mari breathed deeply. She didn't know what to say. As if it's logical — her former called her and sked to meet, — but unclear at the same time.

“He wanna come to me.” This is the only thing she said.

“What?!”

“Well, that's it…”

Alya's thoughts mixed in her head. She really did wanna help her friend but she didn't know what to do.

“And you let him?”

“I had to.”

That's true. She had to 'cause otherwise she'd not have been able to find out what was going on.

“Are you serious?! You wanna ruin your life again?”

“Alya, get me, I need it. I must know it all.”

“I get you,” she nodded, “but do you realize what sacrifices are you making?”

Mari paused not for long and after that replied:

“Yes.”

“So I won't stop you, only if you don't wanna.”

“Don't do it, I don't want you to waste your time on me.”

Alya hugged Mari again clenching her. They both had really loved each other and desired only happiness. And no matter how much they needed to think 'bout their desires, they'd not be able to fulfill them 'cause of real life.

[chloe-carrie]

I was asked to reblog it and i hope it can help them

Unfortunately, i cant give them 5$ but if u'll help them, i really thank u cuz i know how important it's

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[chloe-carrie]

Ok, i know only 6 days left but i cant wait anymore and now i'm presenting to you new chapter. I swear, it's great and you like it (at least, i hope)

Oh and if you wanna see me in other socnetworks, you can find me in Instagram and Facebook, i hope you watch me there

Fic “Maybe, it's fate?”

Chapter 9.1: “Mystery secrets and unexpected passions”

Mari was lying on her bed thinking 'bout Chat Noir. Already diring a month he hadn't appeared in her life: no texts, no calls — nothing. Her head couldn't focus on study even though the exams were already approaching and she had to prepare as hard as she could.

“Mari,” Alya said, “you think 'bout him too much, stop!”

Mari had been outside every dat but it was only one route: home — school, school — home. Alya was the only one who had supported her during all time. She had given her advices 'bout her experiences and they helped but only a little. And the last days she told her to block Chat and not remember him for the rest of her life.

“But I can't!” Mari said and burrowed into her pillow. “My thoughts are only 'bout him. Every time when I see or hear though something reminding 'bout him, I immediately switch to him.”

“Yeah…” Alya breathed. “Maybe, to tell your parents? I think, they will under-…”

“No!” Mari interrupted her. “No way!”

“But why?”

She looked at her friend and the tears poured out of her eyes.

“Because I will destruct them but I don't need it. Better to do it by myself…”

Alya hugged her.

“What do you feel when you remember him?”

“Something inexplicable. It's like he's everywhere but at the same time…” She didn't finish.

“Nowhere?” Alya told it and took her hands holding them closer.

“Yes.”

At that moment hysteria started. Again. Every time when they had talked 'bout Chat Noir, at the end Mari always began crying. Alya had tried to help her friend but it was hard. Nevertheless, she understood her and was there 'cause she didn't wanna see her suicide.

“Well,” Alya carried on, “let's delete number of this freak otherway I will take your phone and do it by myself!”

Mari didn't know that's gotten into her but she decided to finally get rid of thoughts 'bout the boy. She nodded the fruend, took her phone and began finding his contact. When she already found it, she did wanna click on the button but suddenly…

“What's wrong?” Alya asked looking at her with amazing.

Mari was standing on her knees holding her phone in her hand at a distance of thirty centimeters and watching the number that appeared under the status bar.

Alya took her gadget and saw what caused her friend's shock. She alreaddy almost turn the call off but Mari snatched her phone out and waved it up.

“Hello?” She said with trembling voice.

Her friend was looking at her like at mad and her voice barely got through something like “What are you doing?!”. She only spread her arms guiltily into the sides not knowing what to reply.

“Hi, Marinette,” the voice finally came from the receiver. “H-how are you?” It was trembling too.

[chloe-carrie]

PS this song is added cuz i just dont know what to add (btw i was just listenin' to it)

This is just a post

Hello, i'm here to add u with my joy — i got new headphones!!!!

About few days my old headphones got broken (specifying they'd held on for long time) and i decided to buy new ones

I was waitin' for them just 2 days and yesterday they came to me! Look at them

They r beautiful, rn't them? Oh and they r so comfortable cuz when i wear them, i feel really relax

I can watch video and films, listen to music, call someone and talk to him/her and not worry 'bout the quality of them

And the best is price — only 23$. For someone it'd be bad and expensive but for me it's perfect

And if someone's interested what's model, i'll reply, it's airpods (i don't remember which release, maybe 2nd)

And since yesterday it's really easier to write fics' chapters listenin' to music

I hope one day i can buy laptop for work and study cuz it'd seriously make my life easier

[chloe-carrie]

This is the last part of chapter and i think i'll start bloggin' 9th chapter by next week cause i began doin' it only 4 days ago and now i aint ready to post it cuz i need to rest

Fic “Maybe, it's fate?”

Chapter 8.4: “Unexpected revelations”

Every evening when Marinette came home from school, she expected to hear a familiar sound — her phone beeping. But the phone remained silent as did her heart. Against the backdrop of the hustle and bustle of the new city and the worries of her parents, she couldn't escape the feeling there was a gap between them. She began crying in frustration wondering if their bond was really as strong as she had hoped.

She clutched the phone to her chest as if tryna feel its warmth. Every evening she thought about those moments when he laughed next to her, shared secrets and their souls merged into one. But now only silence filled her days and her heart ached with endless sadness. She couldn't understand why everything had changed. Her thoughts were racing, looking for explanations but they found only emptiness.

Her gaze fell on an old toy of Cat Noir which she hid in a box with other memories. At the same moment a wave of nostalgia washed over her. At these moments she began missing him even more.

Marinette slowly picked up the toy, her hand felt the familiar texture of the soft plush. It was Chat Noir whom she'd once adored — not only as a hero but also as a man who showed her the beauty of the world. The memories of laughter and sunshine, of fighting monsters and danger made her heart heavy with loss. How long had it been since she'd seen him? Every moment of separation left a deep mark but it was in such moments of loneliness she realized how much she loved him.

Spinning in a cloud of thoughts, Marinette thought back to those magical evenings when they watched the stars together exchanging dreams and hopes. Her smile returned for a moment as she imagined Chat Noir joking around tryna cheer her up in moments of sadness. She could have called him and told him what she'd felt but the fear of rejection held her back. Nevertheless, her heart was whispering just hearing his voice would be enough.

Sitting down on the floor, Marinette thought: maybe it's time to take a step towards her feelings. She closed her eyes imagining she'd finally hug him and tell him everything that was on her mind.

“Believe in love,” she thought “even when the distance between you seems insurmountable.”

Well that's all for now but i promise i'll return after some time (maybe week or earlier) with more updated and lively fic, i swear

[chloe-carrie]

Fic “Maybe, it's fate?”

Chapter 8.3: “Unexpected revelations”

She was sitting on the roof looking out at the evening Paris, sparkling with lights, reminding of the majestic moments of their flight together. The constant noise of the city seemed to merge with her thoughts.

“Why I can't feel that confidence again?” Marinette was thinking.

Chat Noir always knew how to cheer her up, even in her darkest moments. His jokes full of lightness, always made her laugh and now the silence only emphasized the absence of his presence.

Suddenly, a familiar sound was heard in the air and her heart began to beat faster. She turned around but it was only the wind carrying with it the smell of fresh bread from that very bakery. A strange longing came over her. She lacked the support and confidence he gave her. She understood changes were a part of life but how difficult it was to cope with this emptiness.

Suddenly, her phone beeped. The name flashed brightly on the screen: “Alya”.

The warmth of talking to the friend seemed to banish the shadow of loneliness.

“Maybe now is the time to take a step forward,” she thought deciding even once lost, connections can become stronger again. No matter how difficult it was, she knew there would always be room for new beginnings in her life.

Marinette swallowed the lump in her throat and remembered how they laughed in the rain as if the world around them didn't exist. Every moment with Chat Noir was filled with life and joy and now the shadows of those memories were drowning out her own feelings. Now he was just a reminder of how far they were from each other.

Outside, the overcast sky gradually covered the city and rain began dripping on the glass.

“Maybe he just doesn't know how to find me?” She whispered although deep down she knew this thought only fueled her hopes.

But her mind subconsciously brought her back to their last conversation full of understatement and tension.

She returned home and went to the window, its cold glass burning her palms. She decided she wouldn't wait. If Chat Noir didn't come, then she has to find a way to bring back the spark that used to light up her life. Hopes are like stars in the night — even if one of them has faded, there are always others in the sky.

[chloe-carrie]

Fic “Maybe, it's fate?”

Chapter 8.2: “Unexpected revelations”

Opening the diary, Adrien began running through the lines written at a time when energy overcame obstacles. Every line, every stroke reminded him of the vitality he once possessed. Vivid moments full of spark, passion and desire for change came back to his memory. His heart began beating faster — the forgotten desire acting was gradually awakening from lethargy.

Gathering his strength, he went to the window and opened it allowing fresh air to rush into the room. The sun's rays seemed to envelop him flooding him with warmth.

Natalie was always looking in his door. She whispered his name promising support and love but Adrien felt too vulnerable to open the door. He knew silence couldn't last forever but how could he take the first step towards returning?

At this time, Marinette was sitting on the balcony of the new room leaning on the railing, and looking at the gray clouds that were slowly floating across the sky. An uneasy feeling was growing inside her: Chat Noir who was always there for me in difficult moments, is now missing. She desperately searched for an explanation but none could calm her heart. Every day the changes in her life became more obvious: new neighborhood, new school, new people. It all surrounded her like a storm and she felt she was losing control.

She remembered their last adventures when they fought against the akumas and defended Paris together. Chat Noir has always been her rock, her hope. Now that he was gone, even the most familiar places seemed alien and cold. Marinette sighed closing her eyes, tryna remember his warm smile and confident words that gave her strength.

Thinking 'bout Chat made her uneasy. She got up and walked over to her desk which was littered with books and notes. But thoughts of her lost friendship kept her from focusing. She decided to go for a walk hoping the fresh air would help clear her mind. Everything around her carried on making noise and seethe but she didn't notice any people or cars — her heart led to only one question: where's he?

Gathering her strength, Marinette went outside, full of hearts and stories. As she walked along unfamiliar paths, she felt hope rekindle in her. Perhaps Chat Noir is also looking for her — and she should be ready to meet him when their paths cross again.

Marinette was dreaming 'bout how good it was when they've saved Paris from the villains together. His humor and support have always helped her find the strength to act. But now that the feeling of change was rolling in waves, it seemed like his place was empty.

[chloe-carrie]

This is juat a post

Guys, u can celebrate me: Ive got all “A” in this quarter!!!

Explainin' what does “quarter” mean. Its a period of study like a semester but its a 4th part of the year (actually 9 months) and this quarter was longest but it seemed really short

And today i went to school and was enjoyin' that i'm smart. In fact, i'm an excellent student but i rarely get “A” in all quarters

Now i'm relaxin' and plannin' what i'll do on my holidays

And what r u doin'? Did ur study finish?

[chloe-carrie]

Guys, this music is really good for this chapter so i decided to add it, i hope u dont mind. Just switch it on and listen, its very atmospheric.

Authors: MGD & KhangMxne.

Fic “Maybe, it's fate?”

Chapter 8.1: “Silence and anxiety”

Adrian locked himself in his room and didn't appear anywhere for a long time, even in front of his father and Natalie. Emotions raged inside him and silence became his only companion. He could hear the days passing outside the door, the sounds of life continued to reach him but his world was separated from everything. He fell asleep and woke up, lost in thought, despair and longing.

He was slowly rising from his chair, his legs wrapped in the weight of uncertainty. Every step towards the door was difficult as if he was dragging an invisible weight behind him. Outside, in the corridor, he could hear voices, laughter, conversations — life inexorably continued its way cutting him off from reality. He closed his eyes tryna focus on his thoughts but as always they slipped away, overshadowed by the constant feeling of loss.

Memories of Natalie hovered in every corner of his mind — how she sincerely supported him when it was difficult for him. This thought only emphasized his loneliness. He remembered her eyes full of care and warmth and despair washed over him again like a wave. He knew he'd to get out of this trap but the fear of judgment held him down.

Finally, Adrian breathed deeply and opened the door letting a draft run through the room as if in a wave carrying away his inner demons. He felt like the life outside was tryna draw him back reminding him he wasn't alone. There was hope in this small but important step and maybe he could find his way again.

Soon, not far from the window, Adrian noticed the sun's rays breaking through the dusty glass, throwing golden streaks on the old bed. This sight made him think about how long he'd been hiding from the world. An inner voice whispered it was time to go outside and face what he was afraid of. But fear held him captive forcing him to return to thoughts of failures and disappointments over and over again.

He slowly got out of bed; his feet as if immersed in a leaden mass, hardly touched the cold floor. Adrian breathed deeply tryna banish the shadows, filled his mind. His gaze caught on the dusty diary on the bedside table. He'd long forgotten 'bout it but it was there his dreams and hopes were stored – evidence of who he was before he allowed fear to take over.

[chloe-carrie]

I think i can create a category called “This is just a post” where i will tell 'bout my thoughts and ideas. Now i'm starting.

This is just a post

Guys, i know some of u like my fic “Maybe, it's fate?” and i dont imagine how long it can carry on cuz i started to write it since last september and stopped in the middle and now i dont know how to continue it (i mean I'm thinking 'bout it). But it doesnt get in the way to start new fic what the plot of i really like (and the mean characters wont be Marinette and Adrien), dont u mind?

Oh and 'bout “Fictitious feelings”, i still didnt continue wroting cuz of my workload but i promise i will do it as soon as possible. And i apologize to author of this wonderful fic for such a long silence.

I'm gonna start new fic when i finish “Maybe, it's fate?” cuz it'd be hard for us to understand where is every one.

[chloe-carrie]

Just like with art, it is inappropriate to repost writing written by others without crediting the original author. That’s a form of plagiarism, even though you’re translating it. Imagine how you would feel if someone else reposted your writing and let their followers assume it was written by them.

I think its time to delete all my posts related to this...

Dont u really imagine how long i was bad cuz of that situation?! This was so hard for me, i'm serious, this is not a joke. Stop writing questions 'bout it pls, too much time has passed since that moment and every time i'm reminded it feels heavy on my soul. And dont think i'm gonna start this theme again, no, i'm not.

I decided that since this moment i'm closing it forever. Never remember 'bout it pls.

[chloe-carrie]

I think it’s more appropriate to credit the authors of the writing you post

What do u mean?

[chloe-carrie]

Fic “Maybe, it's fate?”

Chapter 7.4: “Unexpected Revelations”

Every time they fought threats, their hearts worked in unison, but now Chat Noir's found out who was hiding behind the mask of Lady Bug, the world of their adventures has changed. He remembered all the moments when she had saved him, when their eyes had met in that spark of understanding he could only dream of. Now he understood this power came not only from her superpowers, but also from the superhuman bravery and kindness that she showed even in the most dangerous situations.

Deciding to postpone the conversation for another time, he quickly got off the balcony awkwardly jumping off the pole and making his way home.

Upon returning, Chat Noir transformed and became an ordinary Adrian. But even as Adrian, he couldn't get rid of those thoughts. He felt everything around him was changing, and the familiar world was beginning to fall apart. He understood and knew now that Marinette, his beloved girlfriend, was Lady Bug, a cold—blooded heroine who never reciprocated all his offers. In fact, she's the same person but seemingly two different ones.

He sat down on his bed looking at the space that had once been cozy and familiar. Now this place seemed alien filled with unspoken words and unresolved emotions. Adrian thought 'bout how easily he could be replaced by Cat Noir, a hero without fears and vulnerabilities, while behind the mask there's an ordinary guy who longs for love and understanding.

He remembered the moments when he tried to open up to Marinette. Each time, his courage was shattered by Lady Bug's cold uncomprehending gaze. She always stayed at a distance pulling him in but not allowing him to get closer. It was torture to feel that you have everything but not to have the right to true happiness.

With every breath, doubts grew in his heart. Did she feel the same way or was he just a game in her world? Adrian understood it was time to end this internal conflict. He must decide whether to be Chat Noir in the shadows or become himself in the light rediscovering Marinette. All this chaos was bound to lead to something more; it was time to act.

But doubts remained. Could this invisible link between them have turned into something more? Chat Noir felt Marinette wasn't just Lady Bug. She was a friend he trusted and now his affection was taking on new deeper forms.

But now it all has changed…

[chloe-carrie]

Fic “Maybe, it's fate?”

Chapter 7.3: “Unexpected Revelations”

Chat Noir reached for the hand that had already touched this door several times as if calling for action. At that moment, he realized the wall he had erected was only hindering him. He sighed gathering his thoughts. He needed to get through his fears because in the end it wasn't who he really was in the mask that mattered but who he could become next to her.

He froze in place, his heart beating faster. He had always been afraid of frankness but now this thought swirled in his head like an autumn wind lifting leaves of doubt and hope.

“What if she talks 'bout feelings? What if Alya reveals to her the truth 'bout what she has known for a long time?” It flashed through his mind.

He squeezed his eyes shut tryna focus on the conversation. Alya was enthusiastically talking 'bout her plans for the evening and Marinette seemed to glow with happiness. This happiness made his heart ache with jealousy.

“Why can't I just be with her?” He asked himself this question over and over again. He dreamed there would be no secrets between them so that she could get to know him for real — just Adrian and not just a prince heir with a double life.

Every joke, every laugh tore him apart from the inside reminding him he couldn't afford to be vulnerable. He knew the truth could sever all the bonds he was tryna create. But love overshadows reason and Chat Noir couldn't get rid of the thought of what it'd be like to reveal his feelings, to show himself without a mask, without a protective suit.

At that moment, he felt fear giving way to determination. If he doesn't try, he risks losing everything. If he only took a step forward, he could open his heart — not only to Marinette but also to himself.

And it was then when Chat was 'bout to open the door that Alya's voice rang out as if she was contradicting her friend:

But even if you're with him like Marinette, it won't bother Lady Bug! I understand you wanna reveal your identity to him and you will do it, I'm sure you're just afraid! But what are you afraid of?

Frozen, he clung to the cold glass of the balcony. Thoughts were rapidly spinning in his head. He always knew Marinette was unusual but even in his dreams he couldn't imagine his classmate girl was the same heroine he fought alongside. His soul was filled with conflict: he loved her like Chat Noir but Lady Bug always remained an important part of his life.

[chloe-carrie]

Guys i think i cant post every day cuz of my study and i decided to do it a little a little later, in particular on the weekends and my holidays, they get come in 21 march (but i dont know when they get away), rnt u surprised? I aint

But if someone loves to read my fic and waits for it, i really thank u, u'r amazing! I hope i will be able to post chapters in the summer (but i'm gonna work at that time)

[chloe-carrie]

Fic “Maybe, it's fate?”

Chapter 7.2: “Unexpected Revelations”

But he knew being himself in front of her was a risk worth taking. Chat Noir thought about Marinette's smiles when she's passionate about something, about her eyes shining when she talks about her hobbies. He'd like her to look at him the same way she looks at her friends. He closed his eyes for a moment imagining there were no barriers between them, no secret identities.

Through the glass, he slid along the balcony hoping she'd feel his presence. Every sound that came from him was like a melody he had long wanted to hear.

«It's so good that I confessed to her.» He thought looking at her charming face illuminated by a soft light. Chat Noir had always been afraid his feelings will be perceived as a joke or a frivolous whim.

Alya turned to Marinette at that moment:

“You know he feels something special for you too. Just wait a bit and maybe you both will find the courage to open up to each other.”

Chat Noir froze in place not knowing whether he should enter and interrupt their conversation or continue listening. He could feel the uncertainty growing behind his shoulders.

“I don't want her to think I'm just the hero in the mask,” he thought. Suddenly, he realized deep down in his heart he dreamed she'd see him for real, without the costume and the mystery.

He opened his eyes and looked down to where the streets of Paris were bathed in the soft light of sunset. Chat Noir knew his place was being at the center of events, to protect those in danger, but at this moment he felt vulnerable. It seemed to him his whole world was reduced to this moment — to reveal his feelings for someone who had always inspired him.

“If only I could be with her the same way I am without the mask,” he thought raising his head to the sky as if the answer was hidden there.

The laughter outside the door became louder. He imagined Marinette laughing, joking with Alya and feeling happy. And then his resolve grew stronger. It didn't matter how it ended; even if her reaction was disappointment, he couldn't stay in the shadows. The most important thing is being sincere. Taking a deep breath he finally made up his mind.

[chloe-carrie]

Fic “Maybe, it's fate?”

Chapter 7.1: “Unexpected Revelations”

Chat Noir quietly went to the window listening to the Alya and Marinette's conversation. His heart started beating faster when he heard Marinette's voice, full of warmth and nostalgia:

“Oh, Alya, he's so cute, handsome but I cannot be with him!” She was saying.

Alya laughed and replied:

“So that's his charm! And 'bout your relationship… It's been clear long ago that you can't stay away from each other!”

Chat Noir pressed to the cold glass as if hoping to catch every word. His heart was skipping a beat with tenderness when he was imagining Marinette smiling while talking 'bout him. He'd have liked to show courage and open up his feelings but the fear of possible loss has held him down. He was well aware that their worlds were too different and the risk of losing her was too high.

“Alya, you don't understand!” Marinette carried on. “He's a superhero but I'm just an ordinary girl!. What could he possibly want from me?”

The gentle concern in her voice filled the room, and Chat Noir felt his own soul fill with doubt. Being with her and at the same time suffering from the understatement — has he endured it for the sake of her happiness or for his own?

Alya, like reading her thoughts, added:

“Sometimes the ordinary life can be more amazing with the extraordinary human. You should trust him, Marinette.”

These words gave Chat Noir strength, and he wanted to convince her that behind the mask of a hero, there was just a guy who, like her, has been looking for understanding and love. Perhaps the only obstacle between them was his own indecision.

He pressed against the glass of the balcony tryna not show himself. Every word Marinette said was resonating in his heart. He remembered how they've worked together on projects at school, how they've laughed and shared secrets. But the ghostly distance between them, like an invisible barrier, has been getting more tangible by the minute.

Looking up at Marinette again, he noticed the sun's rays were playing on her hair creating golden reflections. Her smile was as bright as the day she's confided in him, revealing her dreams and fears. He was feeling this moment was slipping out of his hands and a struggle was raging inside him: the desire to get closer and the fear of losing even what they've already had.

Yes it's me, Chloe hahahaha. Haven't you been expected? Now i'm here and sorry for my leaving. I was really tired in the february and decided to take a relax (i think, it ain't important, you did forget me anyway, really sorry)