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thelittleredheadedmusician · 4 years ago

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First Lines

So @klaineharmony @wordshakerofgallifrey and @radioactivepigeons all tagged me to do this so uh here it is. This is NOT including academic stuff. But it IS including original work.

Rules: List the first lines of your last 20 stories (if you have less than 20, just list them all!). See if there are any patterns. Choose your favorite opening line. Then tag some lovely people!

Hitch Hiker - my book:

It’s raining, hard enough to hit the windshield in fat drops though he can still clearly see the wet road ahead. Oliver isn’t speeding, in high school he would’ve flown around the curves out of town. But now? Coming home and in bad weather? He manages to stay just below the speed limit. And a good thing too.

I don’t want to linger any longer - DCU, Batman, Green Arrow:

Alfred was leery of the summer camp. Bruce went to public school partially because of Martha's pointed remarks regarding democracy and public education, partly because of her pointed remarks regarding Thomas's own time at boarding schools and prep schools surrounded by equally rich and entitled boys. Alfred never said anything at the time, it wasn't his place, and would never say anything now but, he whole heartedly believed both. Especially after his own childhood in private schools, even if the times and the British and American systems were very different. Regardless, Bruce was remaining in public school with all the trials it entailed. Including the socializing problem.

untitled post final chapter short for Hitch Hiker:

“I’m so glad I get to be here for this,” Eve practically flung herself onto the couch, bouncing slightly before settling. She’d just gotten dropped off after rehearsal and was miraculously still teeming with energy.

Give Me the Stars - an original short story:

Morgan leaned closer to the mirror, shifting her hair so she could examine the new growth near her scalp. It was a dark, almost dull brown and the scalp itself didn’t seem red or irritated. She half combed her fingers through it while she shook her hand loose of the strands. Where the few centimeters of brown ended, a shifting cascade of colors began. A swirl or wave or reflection of green and blue and purple with notes of black and pink and sometimes silver. Like an oil slick made tangible. Except, after two months it’d lost its glimmer, its shine. Which didn’t really matter since Morgan spent about seventy percent of the time tucking it up under one hat or another.

glitter and gold - DCU:

She hadn’t been expecting the second explosion. None of them had been expecting the second explosion. Luckily, they were all clear of the debris but Steph’s ears were ringing. A gut feeling said her comm had been knocked out but it’s not like she’d be able to tell right now anyway. She swayed, unsteady. But Batgirl had to worry about the people around her, not herself. A cursory glance looked as though the block’s residents had gotten back far enough before the blast hit. Leaving them covered in dust but unharmed.

five phones on the table - DCU, Titans:

The long table with its numerous chairs was, by proximity to the kitchen, a dining table but due to the nature of the building it occupied doubled as a meeting and strategy table. The small net, paddles, and light plastic balls stored in an innocuous box in the kitchen meant it tripled as a ping pong table.

Adulting Fail - DCU, Titans, Nightwing:

“RICHARD JOHN GRAYSON,” Donna says and for an instant he wonders how a woman who has never met his mother can sound exactly like her. But then again, Donna has always been and will always be his older sister, never mind the fact neither are sure if it’s by three months or three thousand years.

Seventh Floor Walkup - DCU, Titans, Nightwing:

Dick may slightly regret asking his friends to help him move. See, he didn’t have the funds for real movers but had promised pizza if they helped. Except Roy and Garth could each eat a whole pizza, Donna could eat two, and Wally half a baker’s dozen. Which left Dick carrying eleven boxes of pizza to his seventh-floor walkup.

Et tu Brute - DCU, Flash, Batman:

“What the-?” Barry shifted his momentum with ease, turning from where he’d been running towards the Batcomputer and Bruce waiting there for him to instead run towards the metallic object low to the ground and glowing a dull green he’d spotted out of the corner of his eye.

you were shunned and burned your cradle - Newsies:

Being a changeling in New York City hurts. It makes his skin itch and his lungs burn and his eyes water. From the iron that surrounds him, fills the very air along with the smoke. If he’s not careful when he reaches out or brushes against something his skin comes away with a sharp, searing scar.

The Devil Wears What? - DCU, Hellblazer, Zatanna:

“What is this?” John slurred, arm flopping towards the television screen.

The Hattrick - DCU, Green Arrow, Hellblazer:

There is a strong possibility that Mia is in hell. It’d be vaguely poetic and certainly fitting if her personal hell were an empty warehouse. The fact John Constantine is here definitely sells the idea.

Inhouse House Party - Les Miserables:

“I thought we agreed that we weren’t doing Halloween this year?” Enjolras half grumbled, half called up the steps. “In light of the fact that there is a global pandemic and we’ve been responsibly quarantining and social distancing this whole time.” Despite his complaints, he still fixed the ridiculous headband he wore as part of his costume. The halved wiffle ball glued onto it made pretty decent looking fly eyes, but the weight was weird and the whole thing kept slipping as a result.

Second Time is Coincidence - DCU, Green Arrow, Hellblazer:

“Oh c’mon,” Mia groaned, slumping against the bonds that currently had her suspended from the warehouse ceiling. “Not you again!”

Three Musketeers - DCU, Batfam:

Bristol was technically in Gotham City limits. Though the gilted mansions and private woods with pastures and stables seemed like a whole other world in comparison. The residents liked to think so too, especially because – despite Gotham’s robust public transportation system – it was almost impossible to reach the rich suburb from the city proper. It was because they lived in this separate world that Bristol’s wealthy residents often fought to receive special treatment or even secede from the city all together.

Deal? Deal. - DCU, Hellblazer, Zatanna:

“No,” John whined, drawing it out into about six syllables. He stretched his arm out, nearly falling off the couch in the process, but Zatanna just pushed the half-empty glass of whiskey further away from the edge of the coffee table and out of his reach.

Pumpkin Guts - Les Miserables:

There had been strange noises coming from the kitchen all afternoon. Combeferre was staunchly ignoring them because he’s trying to finish reading this journal article before anyone else came home. Having Courfeyrac in the vague direction of behind him and doing who knew what all is more than enough of a distraction. Besides, Ferre can fairly well ignore the sounds coupled with Courf’s slightly off-key humming of Nightmare Before Christmas.

Sunrise Shadows - DCU, Batgirl, Starman:

It was late, or early depending on your perspective, and Steph was that bone deep tired that came after a fight to save the fate of the world. Which was fine, they’d won, but she didn’t really know where in the world she was and Steph really just wanted to crawl into bed. Maybe take her suit off first. Possibly slap some Neosporin on her cuts and scrapes. But mostly sleep.

The Good Stuff - Newsies:

Kath pulled her favorite armchair into the doorway of her apartment. The antique wingback her friends had helped her liberate from a thrift store in Queens and then clean and reupholster. It was, undeniably, too heavy to be shoved across the hardwood like that but Kath wanted to be comfy. And there were the little felt things on the legs to protect her floor.

Salt and Iron - DCU, Batgirl:

Steph pried her bedroom window open before slipping in and closing it firmly behind herself. Then locked it for good measure. Sure, she’d seen some weirdness since first putting on a mask, and just a few months into her time as Batgirl she’d even fought off some Segway riding vampires with Kara. But this was different. For one, they weren’t real vampires but Dracula from an old film brought to life. For another, it looked like literal hell had overtaken Gotham.

Well, I either have really long opening lines or my understanding of what constitutes opening “lines” is skewed. Also my formatting didn’t always past so poo on tumblr for that. Hmm, this is mostly Halloween fics but also fairly indicative of what I write which is nice. I like that I start with dialogue so often, it’s weirdly fitting for me as a person. The cold open musing on Gotham’s social, political, economic structure at Three Musketeers isn’t my favorite but I am obsessed with it. I think Second Time is Coincidence is my favorite because Mia’s response to John is the only response anyone should ever have to John Constantine.

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starshine583 · 5 years ago

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Le Paon Part 5

(Part five is out! let me know what you guys think. hope you enjoy reading!)

Part 1 / Part 4 / Part 6

Why am I like this? All I had to do was say no. That’s all I had to do. Why am I so incapable of telling someone “no”? Marinette ranted to herself as she tried to hold her phone steady.

“Come on, Mari, hurry up! We’re gonna miss the action!” Allegra urged in front of her. She was much too energetic for a girl who was running straight towards a chemical based akuma unprotected.

Marinette panned the camera upwards. The akuma, dressed in greens, whites, and purples, had announced itself as Chimiste before lighting Paris on fire using different mixtures of chemicals. Chat Noir fought bravely overhead, causing Marinette to worry her lip with guilt. She should be up there helping, not needlessly endangering herself for a dare Claude accidentally made a week ago.

“This is Allegra Chanson live on the scene for the infamous akuma known as Chimiste.” She announced, turning so her phone could catch her and the fight at once. The two decided to use both of their phones together to get more footage.

“Chat Noir is fighting valiantly, but where is Ladybug or Le Paon?”

Marinette shifted from foot to foot at the question. She didn’t know about Le Paon, but Ladybug was certainly make some bad decisions right about now.

“You won’t stop me alone! Once I get your miraculous, the other scientists will take me seriously, and my work will be known worldwide!” Chimiste shouted, throwing a silver liquid across the top of the building they were fighting on.

Chat Noir pounced on the akuma, who merely rolled to the side. Before her partner could recover, Chimiste dropped a pink ball of goo onto the silver substance. This created a chain reaction, and the rest of the silver chemical spontaneously exploded.

“Allegra, move!” Marinette yelled as the building in front of them collapsed.

She barely managed to push Allegra forward when a chunk of drywall twice her size fell between them. Marinette stumbled back, tripped over her own two feet, and landing on the dark cement of the road. Blood pounded in her ears as adrenaline surged through her.

“Look out!”

Marinette’s gaze snapped upwards just in time to see another piece of the building falling right above her. Before it could crush her, though, something came flying through the air, effectively slicing the brick in half. She coughed up the dust that clouded the air when each half landed on either side of her.

“What are you doing here?” A voice asked frantically. Marinette barely had time to register the owner of the voice as Le Paon while he hid his fan in his sleeve.

His arms wrapped around her, and the next thing she knew, they were in the air. The familiar rush of wind combed through her hair, though it felt a bit stronger without the suit. The blur of the Paris streets passed below, and the jumps were shorter than they felt as Ladybug.

So this is what it’s like. She thought, absently wrapping her arms tighter around Le Paon's neck. As Ladybug, it was only natural to carry citizens across Paris to safety, but she hadn’t thought of what it must be like to be the one carried. It’s a wonderful feeling, actually. Being tucked against Le Paon’s chest, with his strong arms holding her close- she felt safe, secure. It was weirdly comforting, somehow.

..Wait.

This was Le Paon, public enemy number one and terrorist of Paris. There was nothing safe or secure about him! On top of that, Why was he even saving her? Chat Noir was alone right now. It would be the perfect time to strike! Why risk his chances of helping her if Ladybug wasn’t even there to see it? It gained him nothing.

Le Paon finally stopped a few blocks away, setting her down in a hidden alleyway.

“You’ll be safe here. Do me a favor and don’t run straight towards danger again.” He requested.

Marinette blinked, simply watching him leave as quickly as he came. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on her. Her moral enemy just saved her from the damage he was causing. Then told her to be safe. She might consider it sweet if it wasn't so confusing. The gesture conflicted with everything she assumed about Le Paon, and as she transformed for the battle, Marinette couldn't help asking the same question over and over:

Why?

Ladybug landed in an alleyway and detransformed, stretching her arms out in front of her with a sigh. She ended up saving Allegra, Alya, and Claude- all within a matter of minutes -during her fight with Chimist. Why can’t they report from the safety of a building? Pictures from a window would surely be sufficient.

After giving Tikki a cookie, Marinette slipped out of her hiding spot and searched for the building she’d thrown Allegra in earlier. That girl was bound to be worried after the way they were separated.

“Marinette!”

Marinette barely took two steps when someone collided into her with a hug. She yelped, stumbling a bit to keep them from falling.

“Oh, Mari, I was so worried!” Allegra said, holding her closer. “I didn’t see you after the building collapsed, and then Ladybug said you were fine, but you weren’t answering my calls!”

Oops. She’d forgotten her phone doesn’t receive calls while she’s Ladybug.

“Sorry, Allegra. I must have dropped my phone when Le Paon saved me earlier. How did you find me so fast?”

Allegra finally let her breath, pulling back to look her over for injuries.

“Oh, you know, Miraculous cure and all tha- Wait.” Her sky blue eyes snapped to Marinette’s with an intensity that made her squirm.

“Le Paon saved you?”

Oh, she did not like the way Allegra asked that question.

“..Yes?”

Her friend’s sky blue eyes bulged out of her head, and she whipped around to dig through her purse.

“Are you serious? This is great! We totally have to do an interview about this.” Allegra said eagerly.

Marinette furrowed her eyebrows. Interview?

“Allegra, Wha-”

Before she could finish, a phone was held up in front of her face, and Allegra started reciting her intro.

“This is Allegra Chanson with Marinette Dupain-Cheng at the scene of the latest akuma attack where this girl has just been saved by Le Paon! Please explain what happened.”

Marinette faltered under the camera and the weight of Allegra’s question.

What had happened? Her sworn enemy saved her. One could argue it was out of the goodness of his heart, but did a terrorist have such a thing?

“Well..” She began, choosing her words carefully. “I was trying to help film the fight when the building next to me collapse. I thought I was going to be crushed, but Le Paon came out of nowhere and cut the rock in half with his fan. Then he picked me up and brought me to a hidden alleyway to hide from the akuma.”

Allegra was beaming at this point, obviously forcing herself to stay still as she asked, “Did he say anything to you? What happened next?”

Marinette closed her eyes for a moment to remember. Everything happened so fast. She recalled him holding her, the way the feathers lining his collar tickled her arms, and how he sparkled in the light before jumping away.

“He told me to be safe.” She finally answered. “But that’s all he said.”

“So the supposed ‘Villain of Paris’ has saved yet another civilian! How do you feel about that?”

She sighed. Another difficult question. “I guess.. I’m grateful. Villain or not, Le Paon did save my life today. I can’t ignore that.”

Marinette didn’t know why Le Paon was helping Hawkmoth, or why he’d lied to her a few weeks ago, but she knew now that there must be a reason. Otherwise, he would have left her there on the road as a mere casualty.

“There you have it, people of Paris! Another witness of Le Paon’s deeds begs the question: Are we sure Le Paon is really the villain? Is it possible his intentions are pure? Tune in next time on ‘Birds of a Feather’!”

Allegra stopped the recording and let out an excited squeal. “Mari, this is amazing! I can’t wait to edit the footage.”

Marinette forced a laugh. “Yeah, I’m sure your viewers will like it.”

Allegra’s smile faded at the awkward tone and she gave her a concerned look. “Are you sure you’re okay? That was more dangerous than I expected. I’d understand if you don’t want to help me film anymore.”

Logically, she knew she should take the out. Allegra was being quite merciful with the offer, and Marinette knew she probably wouldn’t get a second chance to bail. Tikki would have her accept in a heartbeat. She’d be able to transform and fight the akumas without interruptions or setbacks.

Emotionally, however..

“Actually.. I think I like being a camera-girl.”

Her encounter with Le Paon had caught her by surprise. It was intriguing to be reunited with the person Ladybug met on the rooftop nights ago. She wanted to see him again- the real him, if her suspicions were correct. She wanted to know why he was doing what he was doing, and why he forced himself to put up a front when her alter-ego was around. How much would Le Paon reveal to simple Marinette?

Allegra’s grin returned, and she looped their arms together. “Awesome! Why don’t I come over to your house after school to edit the videos and figure out better ways to record the fights?”

Marinette smiled. “Sounds like a plan.”

Here’s to hoping she made the right decision.

~~~~~~

Felix massaged his temples to soothe his oncoming headache as he walked to the locker room. He had been this close to capturing Chat Noir’s miraculous today! If he hadn’t changed directions to help Marinette, Felix would be holding the cat miraculous at this very moment. Why was she on the battlefield? Why did he have to care whether she got crushed or not?

He sighed, opening his locker. Father wasn’t going to be pleased. This was the second time he had failed in retrieving the miraculous. In all fairness, how was he supposed to know that Ladybug would be able to neutralize all of Chimiste’s chemicals with a single tin of salt?

“Girl, I can’t believe you’re helping Allegra with her blog! That’s just wrong.” Alya humphed.

Felix glanced in their direction just in time to see Marinette’s apologetic smile. “Sorry, Alya. Allegra surprised me, and I felt bad saying no.”

So that’s why she was in the middle of the attack. He thought bitterly. Of course Allegra would drag the innocent girl into her ludicrous ideas.

“It’s not like the Ladyblog’s getting a lot of competition, though, right?” The ravenette continued. “Le Paon’s a villain.”

Felix supposed he should be used to comments such as those by now, considering he’d been hearing them relentlessly for the past week. He pushed his books into his bag and got ready to slip past them. No need to interrupt their delightful conversation or anything.

“That’s not what the viewers think.” Alya tisked.

He paused at the comment, hand hovering on the locker door.

The brunette pulled out her phone, and Felix chanced a look in their direction. A lengthy list of names resided on the screen, hidden underneath Allegra’s new video “Is Le Paon really the villain?”.

“He’s gotten really popular after saving you earlier. People are starting to think he might actually be a good person.”

Marinette frowned. “Then why would he be working for Hawkmoth?”

“No idea.” Her friend shrugged. “But Allegra’s viewers want to know. That’s how she’s drawing them in! It’s so unfair.”

Felix closed his locker door, and ducked past them. People are actually starting to think Le Paon isn’t a villain?

He unlocked his phone and searched for the video of his alter ego. What the Ladyblogger said had been true. The video currently held thousands of views and continued to grow by the minute. How could a simple video create such an uproar?

“Hey, Fe! How was your day at school?” Adrien asked as they climbed into their car.

“Uneventful. I assume you’re going to tell me about yours?”

“My day was great!” His little brother beamed. “Mrs. Bustier gave us a group assignment, which will hopefully give me more time with friends, and Marinette brought cookies!”

Felix hummed, remembering his visit to her bakery last week. Though he himself didn’t like sweets, he imagined the cookies she brought tasted delicious to Adrien.

“Is that a video? What’s it about?” Adrien asked next, peering over his shoulder at the phone. Allegra’s video was still splayed across the screen.

“Just something I heard about in the locker room.” He answered, pressing play. Might as well watch it now before he got home.

~This is Allegra Chanson with Marinette Dupain-Cheng at the scene of the latest akuma attack where this girl has just been saved by Le Paon!~

“Woah, Marinette was there? I didn’t see her.” Adrien thought aloud.

Felix rose a brow. “You weren’t there. This happened today, Adrien.”

Something akin to panic flashed in his brother’s eyes, and he let out a nervous laugh.

“O-Oh yeah, right. I was in class. No reason I’d be anywhere else.” He stuttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

~Well..~

Marinette’s uncertain voice came through the speakers, drawing the boys’ attention back to the video.

~I was trying to help film the fight when the building next to me collapse. I thought I was going to be crushed, but Le Paon came out of nowhere and cut the rock in half with his fan. Then he picked me up and brought me to a hidden alleyway to hide from the akuma.~

Adrien frowned. “Le Paon did that? There’s no way.”

Felix hushed him. Aside from the rising irritation about the comments of Le Paon, he couldn’t hear the video properly with his interruptions.

~Did he say anything to you? What happened next?~ Allegra asked eagerly.

Marinette stared off for a moment, and he swore her expression softened ever so slightly.

~..He told me to be safe, but that was all.~

~So the supposed ‘Villain of Paris’ has saved yet another civilian! How do you feel about that?~

Felix almost turned off the video then, half expecting her to simply insult him like the others did, but for some reason, he continued to watch.

~I guess.. I’m grateful. Villain or not, Le Paon did save my life today. I can’t ignore that.~

Adrien and Felix shared a shocked expression. She was.. grateful. Even though Le Paon was the cause of danger, the reason Paris fell to shambles on a weekly basis, she was grateful.

~There you have it, people of Paris! Another witness of Le Paon’s deeds begs the question: Are we sure Le Paon is really the villain? Is it possible his intentions are pure? Tune in next time on ‘Birds of a Feather’!~

Adrien scoffed as the video cut out. “Le Paon having pure intentions? I doubt that. Is Marinette sure he’s the one that even saved her?”

“You don’t believe her?” Felix asked, growing a bit defensive despite himself.

Adrien faltered. “No, I just.. I guess I don’t get it.”

Felix shrugged and put his phone back in his bag. He couldn’t say he understood the situation either. Father seemed set on taking the miraculous by force, but couldn’t they discuss this peacefully? At the very least, why not make akumas that weren’t as destructive. Father could easily create a stealth akuma or an akuma that detects the miraculous and steals them from the holder without them knowing.

Honestly, Felix didn’t know. He was only sure of one thing as he rewatched Allegra’s video on the way home.

Father is definitely not going to be pleased.

~~~~~~

Nathalie neatly stacked her reports and slipped them into their designated folder. After this, she needed to file Gabriel’s newest designs, call back a few of his clients, reschedule Friday’s meetings-

A dinging sound took her from her mental list, instead focusing her attention on the blue screen of the computer. The small, orange bubble that represented a notification rested in the bottom left corner. She clicked on it, wondering which extravagant celebrity was messaging Gabriel now.

~ “Birds of a Feather” posted a new video: Is Le Paon really the villain?~

Nathalie narrowed her eyes. Wasn’t ‘Le Paon’ the name that little brat had chosen for his miraculous?

She opened the tab to let the video play, a mix of curious and bitter. She should have the peacock miraculous- using a much better name, at that. If Gabriel wasn’t blinded by his feelings for his son, he would see that they can’t trust an ignorant child with a powerful jewel so casually.

Two girls appeared on the screen, one blonde and one with raven-colored hair. The blonde chattered on about Le Paon’s latest rescue, before turning the ravenette for details.

A smile curled onto Nathalie’s lips, and she swiftly pushed herself to her feet. Today’s akuma came close to getting Chat Noir’s miraculous, but because of Le Paon’s absence, Ladybug arrived in time to stop them both. It’d be a shame if Gabriel found out the reason for the loss was Le Paon’s weakness, even worse if he became furious about it and took Felix’s miraculous away.

Such a shame. She thought as she opened Gabriel’s office door. Where would she wear the peacock pin? On the left side of her suit coat, or the right side? Maybe she’ll ask Gabriel for his opinion on the matter.

“Sir, there’s a video about Le Paon.” She informed coolly.

“About Felix?” Gabriel echoed, looking up from his screen with a frown.

“Yes, sir.”

His frown deepened, yet he still looked handsome as ever as he took her tablet to watch the video.

“Bring Felix to my office when he gets home.” He instructed once the video ended.

Nathalie took far too much pleasure in his grim expression. She hated seeing him troubled, but knowing he was troubled about Felix made it worth it.

“Of course.” She said, masking her gratuitously cheerful mood with a neutral tone. This was it. This was the day Gabriel would realize his mistake and confide in a more worthy partner: her. She could help him fight against the dubbed “heroes of Paris”, they would grow closer as an unstoppable duo, and he would soon find out who he could truly rely on.

“Felix, you’re father would like a word with you.”

She didn’t hesitate calling the blond out when he stepped through the door. Felix sent her a glare, but he couldn’t hide the nervousness swirling in his icy eyes.

They quietly entered the room- because Nathalie wouldn’t dream of missing this reprimanding -and waited for Gabriel’s attention. She reveled in the way Felix stood stiff in front of the door.

How the arrogant fall.

“This is the second time put the lives of others ahead of your mother’s, Felix.” Gabriel finally began.

Felix tensed. “I can’t just watch innocent people die.”

“You can when you know they’ll live.” Her boss snapped. “If it weren’t for you saving that girl, we’d have Chat Noir’s miraculous.”

Nathalie soaked it all up like a sponge. All that’s left now is to take Felix’s miraculous, and things will be back on their proper coarse.

“That said, I suppose some praise is also due.”

“What?” Felix and Nathalie said in unison. Why on earth should he get praise? He failed!

“It’s a brilliant tactic, turning the people of Paris against the heroes themselves. Well done.” Gabriel stated.

The two blinked, dumbfounded by his comment.

“Ah.. thank you.” Felix finally replied.

Gabriel nodded. “Nevertheless, remember to keep your focus on Ladybug. If you have to choose between saving a civilian and getting the miraculous, get the miraculous.”

Felix swallowed. She could see the clench of his fists, the way his lips tightened into a line to keep from arguing.

Argue, brat. Nathalie thought with a mental scowl. Try to snark off to Gabriel like you do to me daily.

He only nodded, and Nathalie gripping her tablet to keep from screaming. This wasn’t reasonable! None of this was reasonable! He’d failed them. Gabriel said it himself. There was no room for second chances!

“Good. You are excused.”

And yet, Felix got to breathe a sigh of relief as he left the office with nothing more than a trivial warning. Would she have received any warnings if she had the peacock miraculous? It was doubtful, and that made her all the more enraged.

“Sir, if I may, are you sure Felix is a suitable candidate for the Peacock miraculous?” She’d stood by and watched this madness continue for two weeks now. If nothing changed after the disaster that morning, she might pull her hair out.

Gabriel rose a brow. “He’s my son. Of course he’s fit for a miraculous.”

Nathalie willed herself not to groan. Of course. His son. Was that the only good quality Felix possessed? Would she forever be second-best in Gabriel’s eyes because of something as delicate as a bloodline?

“I merely wondered if Felix is.. committed, like we are.”

Gabriel narrowed his eyes. “My decision about the miraculous is final. As his mother, I’m sure Emilie would want Felix to be a part of her healing. Do not question me again.”

Nathalie bit her tongue and forced herself to breath. You know what? This was fine. Felix being Gabriel’s son can only pardon him for so long. He’ll eventually make more mistakes. He has to.

“Apologies. It won’t happen again.”

As the old saying states: all good comes to those who wait.

~~~~~~

Felix shifted in his reading nook and stared at his book, mesmerizing the curve of the words and texture of the page.

“If you have to choose between saving a civilian and getting the miraculous, get the miraculous.”

How could Father say such a thing? How can he expect Felix sacrifice breathing, living people for a pair of earrings? The whole reason they were after the jewelry was because his mother was on the brink of death. Father can’t expect him to put someone else in that situation. Yes, the Miraculous Cure brings people back to life, but they still died. He imagines that sticks with a person.

At least he got to see the pure rage on Nathalie’s face as he left the room. Felix thought her head was going to explode when Father started complimenting him.

“Alright, Fe. Spill it.”

The stern tone of Adrien’s voice brought him from his thoughts, and he looked up to see Adrien with crossed arms and a concerned expression. That’s never good.

“Excuse me?”

“You’ve been staring at that page for the past hour. We both know you could read a full book in that time span.”

“Since when do you document my reading pace?” Felix quipped.

“Since you started keeping me up from page-flipping during your nightly reading.”

“How does that keep you awake?”

“The point is,” Adrien sighed, “Father’s been calling you to his office a lot lately. Is everything okay?”

Felix set down his book with a small smile. It was good to know Adrien cared. Unfortunately, this was one thing he couldn’t confide in his brother about.

“We have a new fashion line coming up, remember? Preparation is key.”

Adrien’s shoulders sagged slightly. “I guess.. So, you’re okay then?”

Felix nodded, putting his book to the side and standing up. “Perfectly fine. In fact, I’m going to downtown to the library. A new book is supposed to be coming out, and I want to explore the other books from the author before it arrives.”

He felt Adrien’s eyes on him as he crossed the room to get his book bag.

“Don’t we have our own library that’s full of books downstairs?”

Felix rose a brow. “And?”

His brother chuckled. “Just make sure Father knows you’re leaving. You know how he gets.”

Felix nodded and slipped on his book bag, knowing full well he wasn’t going to tell Father anything. Sometimes it was good to have some alone time. (and he meant actually alone, not with Gorilla looming over him like Father normally suggested.)

“I’ll see you later.”

Father had grown extremely adamant about security and keeping an eye on them at all times since mother died, but, as usual, his overabundance was his downfall. Because he wanted to keep them in the house, Father attempted to supply them with their every need, food included. This resulted in the building of a storage door, where the delivery man can hull in his orders without fuss. It also resulted in a subtle way to sneak out if Felix wished to do so.

He didn’t use it often, else Father might find it and patch it up immediately, but for certain occasions such as- say -going on late night runs as Le Paon, the door was a nice convenience for him.

After scanning the room for cameras and nosy employees, Felix slipped through said door and stepped out in the night air. It was crisp this evening, the faint wind emphasizing the temperature. He’s sure Le Paon won’t feel a thing, though, with his feather-lined overcoat.

“Duusu, spread my feathers!”

The magic wrapped around him like a second skin, bringing warmth and strength with it. Felix- now Le Paon -set his bag next to the door, hoping he remembers to bring it in when he comes back.

Le Paon set off, using a fire escape to get to the rooftops. Telling Adrien that he was going to the library gave him at least a few hours to roam the streets.

A deep breath pressed against the caves of his chest as he took a particularly large leap. The feathers on his overcoat brought him higher into the air, giving him the breathtaking view of Paris.

Lights littered the city and illuminated the sky with it. A few civilians could be spotted on the sidewalks, some on the phone, some together, and others simply enjoying the scenery as he was. The eiffel tower stood tall and firm, shining the brightest in the middle of it all. Everything was so peaceful. He couldn’t help feeling grateful- once again -for Ladybug’s Miraculous Cure. It’d be a shame if Paris had to stay in ruin after their attacks.

Attacks. He didn’t like the sound of that. Then again, there wasn't another way to describe it either.

After an hour or two of aimlessly wandering around with his thoughts, Le Paon stopped on a lone balcony. He settled into a small, pink lawn chair next to a trapdoor, telling himself he would only stay for a moment. The chances of someone coming up here and finding him were slim, anyway.

Stars sprinkled the sky above, so small and pure. A part of Felix wished his troubles were that small too. (being millions of miles away from him would also help.) It’s not that he didn’t want his mother back, or that he wasn’t elated about a possible cure for her illness, but he didn’t understand why the process of getting the jewelry had to be forceful. Yes, they had to lure out the heroes. That was fine, but why continue the fight after they reveal themselves? Perhaps Father didn’t think they would agree to his request? What if-

A slam interrupted his thoughts, and he sprang from the lawn chair to look for the source.

The trapdoor had been pushed open, and there, standing midway through, was none other than Marinette Dupain-Cheng.

Silence stretched between as they stared at each other, holding equally shocked expressions. A million thoughts clouded Le Paon’s mind, the loudest of which being how he missed their bakery’s sign for the second time.

He bolted out of the chair, gripping the metal railing and swinging himself over it. If he ran fast enough, he’d be home and detransformed before the cops could even make it to her house.

“Wait!”

Le Paon froze at the bottom of her rooftop, heart pounding in his chest. He thought about running home, about ignoring her plea and pretending it wouldn’t keep him up that night.

He turns to face her anyway, and she seems just as shocked about the outburst, with her hand to her mouth and eyes wide.

“I..” Marinette starts, shyly meeting his eyes. “I didn’t get to thank you. For saving me, I mean.”

Oh, the situations I get myself into. He thought, glancing in the direction of his house. Father wouldn’t like his alter ego talking to others. That could jeopardize his identity or get him captured.

But it’s just Marinette. Le Paon told himself, hesitantly climbing back onto the balcony. It’s not like he was having another 3am conversation with Ladybug.

“You really don’t have to thank me for anything.” He said, hoisting himself onto the railing to sit.

Marinette furrowed her brow, but didn’t say anything. Instead, she crossed her arms and leaned on the balcony next to him. He wondered what kind of confidence one must have to be so comfortable with someone of his status. She didn’t even have her phone out in case she needed to call the police. (She wouldn’t have to, but still.)

“Can I ask you something?” She spoke up, eyes trailing up to the sky in thought.

Le Paon followed her gaze and shrugged. A simple question shouldn’t hurt.

“If you’re willing to save people like me, why are you helping Hawkmoth terrorize the city?”

People like her, she says, as if she isn’t the most unique and radiant human being in all of Paris.

“It’s complicated. You wouldn’t understand.” He wanted to tell her, or at least talk to someone about it, but Felix had a feeling Marinette wouldn’t see his side of things. Not only that, he had both Ladybug and Father to worry about. If Father knew he told someone about the miraculous, he’d be furious, and Ladybug, if Marinette somehow slipped up or purposely revealed his reasoning, might be able to find him faster.

A light touch enveloped his hand, and his gaze snapped to hers.

“Maybe.. I would?” Marinette said carefully, squeezing her hand around his with a gentle reassurance. “I know we just met, but.. everyone needs someone to talk to, and.. I’m willing to listen. I-If you want, that is.”

Felix exhaled, completely floored. This girl who’s never met him before- that she knows of -is stretching forth her hand with kindness. Despite being strangers, despite knowing he’s a dangerous villain.. She’s offering to help him.

“It’s my mother.”

He should go.

“She’s fallen into a coma.”

He should leave right now before he sinks further into whatever this is.

“We’ve tried everything with no cure.” and yet, he continues. “There’s a rumor that if the Ladybug and Chat Noir miraculous come together, they can grant one wish. If I could just get the miraculous..”

Le Paon shook his head, pulling his hand away. “I’m sorry. I need to go. I’ve been gone too long already.”

“Will I see you again?” She asked as he slipped off the railing.

He held back a chuckle. Inviting a villain back to your own home? Marinette really was careless.

“I’m glad you’re safe.” Le Paon replied, not quite answering her question. He then slid to the bottom of the roof, allowing himself one last look as he left.

Exactly how much did he mess up just now?

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Marinette watched Le Paon leave, dumbfounded.

She was.. right. She was right! Le Paon wasn’t a villain! He just wants his mother back!

Oh crap, she was right. What is she gonna do now? Marinette can’t fight him after tonight. She’ll have to, though. He’s still terrorizing the city, whether it’s for a good reason or not.

Wait, if he’s doing this for his mother, and it can be assumed that Hawkmoth is doing this for the same reason, then who is Le Paon’s mother? Why does Hawkmoth care about her? Are the three related somehow?

Then there’s that wish Le Paon mentioned. Could the two miraculous really be that powerful?

“Tikki, is what he said true? Can the miraculous really grant a wish like that?” She asked, looking down at the red kwami. The small being had reappeared a few minutes after Le Paon’s exit.

Tikki looked conflicted. “Well, yes, but there’s a trick to it, Marinette. The universe has things happen for a reason. So for every wish you make, something will happen somewhere else to keep the balance.”

“So if he took the miraculous and wished for his mother to be healed-”

“Someone else would get sick, or even die.” Tikki finished with a nod. “Aside from that, no one should have that much power.”

Marinette sighed. That wasn’t the news she wanted to hear, and she’s sure Le Paon will be devastated about it too. Could she even tell him about it? As Marinette, he’d wonder how she knew, and she couldn’t tell him as Ladybug for obvious reasons. Le Paon would think she betrayed him and never come back.

“How do I get myself into these situations?” She groaned, burying her face in her hands.

Tikki put a hand on her shoulder. “Because you’re a true Ladybug. It’s good that you want to help people.”

“Not when I don’t know how.”

“We’ll find a way.” Tikki promised.

Yes, Marinette was sure they would, but many people would suffer in the meantime?

And how would she face Le Paon as Ladybug until then?

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rosethornewrites · 5 years ago

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Fic: The Rebellion of Adrien Agreste, ch. 15

Characters: Adrien Agreste | Chat Noir, Gabriel Agreste | Papillon | Hawk Moth, Lila Rossi, Jagged Stone, Plagg, Marinette Dupain-Cheng | Ladybug, Luka Couffaine, Penny Rolling, Anarka Couffaine, Rose Lavillant, Juleka Couffaine, Kagami Tsurugi, Alya Césaire, Chloé Bourgeois, Wayhem, Nadja Chamack, Nathalie Sancoeur, Sabine Cheng, Tom Dupain, Tikki, Fang, Principal Damocles, Caline Bustier, Ms. Mendeleiev, original minor character, Alec Cataldi, Lila Rossi’s Mother, Sabrina Raincomprix, Roger Raincomprix, Mylène Haprèle, Le Gorille | Adrien Agreste’s Bodyguard, Nino Lahiffe, Nooroo

Tags: Lila Rossi salt, Fake/Pretend Relationship, Teenage Rebellion, Swearing, Bad Parent Gabriel Agreste, Crack Treated Seriously, Lila Rossi’s Lies Are Exposed, Cuddling & Snuggling, Luka Couffaine Needs a Hug, Paparazzi, Parentification, Marinette Dupain-Cheng Needs a Hug, Gabriel Agreste Needs an Aneurism, Uncle Jagged Stone, we’re all queer here, the spirit of punk is sometimes just being allowed to be yourself, Kagami Finds Her Groove, punk rock fashion, Savage Kagami, Marinette protection squad, Good Parent Sabine Cheng, Good Parent Tom Dupain, Protective Kagami Tsurugi, Protective Luka Couffaine, Bisexual Marinette Dupain-Cheng, Pansexual Luka Couffaine, Sharing a Bed, Pet Names, LGBTQ Character, LGBTQ Themes, Instagram, Bullying, Social Media, Anxiety, Makeover, Hugs, will cure your acne, Face Punching, Bad Ass Juleka Couffaine, Rumors, Protective Juleka Couffaine, Protective Adrien Agreste, Lawyers, Hijinks & Shenanigans, Holding Hands, accountability, mental health, Jagged Stone’s well-paid pet shark, How to Make the Evening News, Sexy eyeliner for days, one fish two fish Lila is a screwed fish, How to have fun and piss Gabriel off, Fuckery, sweet litigious karma, Alya sugar, lawyer shark doo doo doo doo doo doo, Schadenfreude, Bad Ass Alya Césaire, Gaslighting, abuse denormalization, Jagged likes his lawyers like he likes his pets: toothy af, Blood in the Water, Everything you didn’t know you wanted and some things you did, Gabriel Agreste is shark bait, Denial, Consequences, Principal Damocles salt, caline bustier salt, the impotence of Gabriel Agreste, snarky Nooroo, lies and the lying liars who tell them, Lila’s brain is a narcissistic hellscape, Lila’s mind is built like an Escher piece, Alec Cataldi salt, Adrien Sugar, wholesome salt, Fu Salt, Kwami Shenanigans, Nooroo is a little shit

Summary: The Impotence of Gabriel Agreste

Notes: I’ve received some amazing fanart for Rebellion. @redcoloredpanda drew Luka and Adrien snuggling, and @momo-oh-nono drew Marinette’s rocker outfit! So now chapter 17 is writing itself in my head, yay! Thank you for inspiring me!

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Gabriel Agreste watched, fingers steepled, as the scene outside the school unfolded. He had, of course, realized quite quickly attempting to counter Adrien’s claims would be a foolish move. True or not, he would look like the villain if he were to try, accused of homophobia and perhaps classism given the way this Luka boy dressed. He had cancelled the story that was to appear, and hopefully nothing would leak.

On the bright side, he had a patsy. Lila was a loose cannon, currently proving so to the entire world, and he could easily claim she had mischaracterized her relationship with his son. She was currently trying to do the same thing, taking advantage of the fact that Adrien had not yet arrived to the mob of reporters.

“He told me he loved me. He told me we would go public, and he used me and then dumped me,” the girl was telling a reporter tearfully.

Gabriel was rather displeased with the implications of that accusation, which could impact the brand.

Fortunately, the reporter was more interested in the limo that had pulled up and deposited… was that the young designer?

The girl nearly fell, but someone rushed forward to embrace her. When the camera focused…

Kagami Tsurugi.

Nathalie shifted beside him, and he could feel through the miraculous that she was as startled as he was.

He could only assume Adrien was also in the limousine; from the “leaked” text messages the previous night and implications on social media, Marinette Dupain-Cheng was an accomplice. But this meant the scion of his business partner, someone he thought would be a good influence on his son, was likely also involved. Her presence was unlikely a coincidence.

Perhaps this was information he could use, but he filed it away for later as none other than Jagged Stone exited the limo next.

Despite the video the night before of the “jam session,” it was unexpected to see the rock star accompanying his son to school.

The announcement came as a surprise, as he didn’t follow the music world terribly closely, and certainly not a ruffian like Stone. Gabriel had been unaware that Marinette had been so prolific, that she had designed anything beyond the bowler hat.

“Please prepare a dossier on Mlle. Dupain-Cheng,” he ordered Nathalie. She immediately began to tap away on her tablet. “And perhaps her parents as well. We should know who we are dealing with.”

Next to leave the limo was Adrien and his… boyfriend. Clearly, the Gorilla had not been able to intercept them as ordered. Though he’d seen the disaster that Adrien had made of his hair in the photos and video the previous night, it still shocked him.

He studied the body language of his son and Luka Couffaine, frowning. They appeared to be close, the other boy looking at him in such a way as to make the “boyfriend” claim believable. For the life of him, Gabriel couldn’t figure out how they could have met—though from the dossier Nathalie had prepared it seemed the boy’s younger sister was in Adrien’s class.

When Mlle. Tsurugi caught Lila’s wrist, he found himself letting out a breath he didn’t know he was holding. From the angle of the camera he had been uncertain who she intended to hit.

The teens played for the cameras masterfully, and Gabriel couldn’t help but be a little impressed. If this was staged, they had organized a believable PR opportunity on extremely short notice. If they weren’t working against his interests, he’d consider giving them internships at Gabriel.

Beside him, Nathalie let out an involuntary incredulous snort at Lila’s ridiculous accusation of pederasty.

Luka Couffaine gave a remarkably level response, and barely had Lila spoken again than the cameras jostled, moving around in a way that made it difficult to see what was happening, though it sounded like Lila let out a little shriek.

The camera’s focused on a young woman with purple in her dark hair as she yelled, “How dare you talk about my brother that way! You’re not worthy of the bottom of his shoes!”

Rather creative, as far as insults went.

Jagged Stone saw fit to introduce the girl as Luka Couffaine’s younger sister, who had been mentioned on the dossier Nathalie had prepared on the “boyfriend.” And identified their mother as a former bandmate of his.

Gabriel let out a disgusted sigh. Of all the riff-raff Adrien could consort with, he chose someone close to a disaster of a man like Jagged Stone. That certainly explained why the rocker was involved.

Lila’s desperate claims that Luka Couffaine was courting Marinette Dupain-Cheng, though interesting, were quickly refuted.

And then Kagami Tsurugi spoke, a complete falsehood as Gabriel had not been aware of this supposed boyfriend before Adrien took his Instagram account rogue the previous evening. He would have to find out if she was being misled or intentionally lying to damage his image.

He frowned at Mlle. Dupain-Cheng’s allegations of sexual impropriety toward Adrien by Lila, glancing toward Nathalie. “Have HR investigate that.”

The cameras jostled again as Lila childishly threw herself at the girl. When they focused, Lila was on the ground, a woman in a smart business skirt suit looking down at her with a bored look on her face.

Nathalie started typing notes on her tablet as the woman, apparently M. Stone’s lawyer, outlined a list of charges against Lila. Her fingers stopped at Lila’s accusation—which, while twisted, was technically not entirely a lie.

Gabriel narrowed his eyes. He had miscalculated, using this girl. She was far too much a loose cannon, clearly, out only for herself. He had known that, of course, but thought her controllable, someone who would not bite the hand that fed her.

“Have HR fire her immediately. Gabriel social media should put out a statement announcing that, stating an investigation will be made into the sexual assault claims.”

More drama unfolded on the TV, the situation interrupted by the inept principal of the school. Lila’s attempts at getting Mlle. Couffaine in trouble were cut off by the lawyer, who announced further charges based on the defamation and attempted assault against M. Couffaine.

He watched, stewing, as a touching goodbye took place between his son and the other boy, as they exchanged pet names, even.

Truly, if this was a performance, much had gone into it in under 24 hours. It left him uneasy.

The paparazzi continued filming as Mlle. Tsurugi left, as Jagged Stone tried to coax his ridiculous crocodile out of the limo, as Adrien and Luka flirted further, as Lila shrieked and tried to interrupt through what would have likely been violence if not for the snapping crocodile taking offense to her.

Her ire turned to Mlle. Dupain-Cheng, whose large father stepped in front of her as a shield, before she was scolded by the principal and ordered into the school.

Lila’s last attempt to turn matters in her favor, claiming Marinette was a bully, was laughed off by Jagged Stone.

The press swarmed them, calling out questions that were largely inane at best, though the one questioning the relationship between Mlle. Dupain-Cheng and Mlle. Tsurugi caught Gabriel’s attention.

“I think a call to Mme. Tsurugi shortly will be in our best interests, perhaps,” he murmured.

“I’ll add it to your schedule, sir.”

He was impressed when his son shut down the reporters, asserting his right as a minor not to be filmed. The boy had jumped to defend Mlle. Dupain-Cheng from a question regarding the “leaked” text messages, confirming he released them himself.

Ending his association with Lila Rossi was necessary, particularly if she was foolish enough to leave such damning evidence to be released.

The drama moved into the school, where the cameras would not follow, and Gabriel stood.

“You will watch through a butterfly?” Nathalie asked.

He only nodded in response as he moved past.

Gabriel didn’t transform until he was safely in his lair, ignoring the reproachful look from Nooroo. He quickly sent an Akuma out toward the school, letting it hover so he could get a better picture.

What he found was… boring. The group including Adrien and Mlle. Dupain-Cheng were seated outside the principal’s office, waiting on something. The girl herself was half-asleep against her mother.

Movement and anger caught his attention. A woman was stalking across the courtyard, then up the stairs. She marched right to Mme. Bustier’s room and started yelling… in Italian.

He guessed this was Lila Rossi’s mother.

The argument spilled into the open-air hallway, the rage from both of them potent Akuma possibilities—though he preferred not to use the younger Rossi any longer.

The Akuma was noticed, he realized, when shock and horror assailed him from all around. The Akuma dipped lower, drawn by the tumult, only to be captured.

Lila Rossi’s mind was a dungeon of grudges and entitlement, filthy and haughty. It always had been, but the sheer narcissism of her inflated self-import was cloying in a sickening way.

Before he could even begin to speak to her, though, pain assailed his senses, and he was abruptly aware that his connection had been severed. When he had his senses back, he realized his Akuma had been captured in a jar. He didn’t know what had led to that, but the emotions he felt were even more promising than the Rossis’.

The guilt and horror and anger of Alya Césaire was so potent he sent the Akuma beating against the glass to try to reach her, to no avail—it was only as strong as a simple butterfly. He couldn’t Akumatize her, no matter how powerful she would be. He couldn’t send out another Akuma, not with one already out, and Nathalie wasn’t strong enough for another try at Scarlet Hawkmoth, though this was the perfect occasion for it.

Before long, the Akuma was shut in darkness, and was thus useless.

He snarled in frustration, letting his transformation fall. Nooroo only regarded him silently.

Useless.

Only the mundane was left to him—a call to Mme. Tsurugi, after he’d calmed.

It would be hours, the Akuma long since purified by Ladybug, before he’d realize he could have recalled the power and sent out another.

No amount of railing at Nooroo would give him that opportunity back—and the kwami only murmured cheekily, “You didn’t ask” when Gabriel demanded to know why he hadn’t recommended it.

Marinette felt her phone buzz on her lap and snuck a peek at it.

Kagami: Are we dating now, too?

She could feel the heat rush to her face. A coughing fit overtook her. She only vaguely aware of what was going on around her, until a cup of water was pushed in her hand and she found herself in the hallway with Adrien.

He looked concerned, so she silently showed him her phone.

Another text had come in, as it turned out.

Kagami: M. Agreste called my mother. She wishes to know the answer to the question from that reporter.

To her surprise, he quirked a cheeky grin, his eyes lighting up. “Oh, you should.”

He was going to be the death of her.

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Unseen Scars by @ao3bronte Part 2 | Part 3 | Part 4 Fandom: Miraculous Ladybug

This is my third prompt for @badthingshappenbingo ! Please reblog and enjoy!

Bedside Vigil (3/8)

Marinette lets her mind drift away from her hands as she sifts flour and salt into the stainless steel mixing bowl, tapping the little sieve with the inside of her index finger. She’s not listening to the chatter of the television in the background or the conversation her parents are having about Mme. Affamé’s catering gig the following Thursday evening. In fact, the only thing she keeps thinking about is Adrien’s face as he collapsed in his seat and began to keel sideways into the stairway between desks during their geography lesson that afternoon. It was only her and Nino that kept him from smashing his head altogether on the hard floors of their classroom; she’d caught him with her arms and softened his fall while Nino had slowed his descent by grabbing his hands. Somehow, the two of them had managed to get him prone before he could hurt himself any further and he was quickly whisked away to the nurse’s room before she could absorb what had happened.

Forming a well in the middle of the dry ingredients, Marinette remembers noticing the dark circles beneath his eyes, bags that reminded her strangely of the ones beneath her own. She looks up and watches herself form the dough in the reflection of the bakery’s windows, her bright blue eyes encircled by bruises of deep purples and browns. The late nights and the physical exertion of crime fighting wasn’t doing her skin any favours but Le Papillon and his akumas didn’t seem particularly concerned with her health and wellbeing. Above all, her duty is to the city of Paris; her moisturisers and concealers would just have to keep pulling double duty.

She pours cold water into the mixing bowl and begins to knead the dough together, rolling, scraping and pounding the pastry between her palms. The work is mindless and it gives her time to think back and analyse Adrien and his behaviours leading up to today. His slumped shoulders, the way he stretched upwards with his arms when he yawned three times in a row, exposing the champagne flesh of his abdomen. His cheekbones buried in his palms, barely supporting the weight of his head as he slumped bonelessly against the wooden desks, his fingers limp and idle when they were usually always spinning a pen or pencil, tossing them up like batons and catching them just as easily.

The signs were obvious. How hadn’t she seen them?

Except it’s not like she could have made a difference anyway. Adrien is Adrien Agreste, a beautiful enigma in the otherwise blasé existence that is Marinette Dupain-Cheng, kind and talented and gorgeous in every way she simply could never attain.

Ladybug, on the other hand...

She covers her dough with cling film and sets the bowl in the fridge, closing the stainless steel doors behind her. She leans against the heavy frame for a moment and closes her eyes with a sigh, crossing her flour covered forearms over her chest. Should she check up on him and see if he’s okay? Just this once?

She peeks through the doors towards the kitchen and quickly spots her parents in the tiny space. Her father is gently kneading some pastry and setting aside huge rectangles of dough for her mother to slather with butter and fold repeatedly, a third here, roll, a third there and roll again. It’s surprisingly soothing, watching her parents work in tandem like a well-oiled machine, their separate parts in constant unison.

She clears her throat and steps over the threshold, “Maman, Papa?”

“Oui, ma belle?”

“Is it okay if I turn in for the night? My batch of pastry is in the fridge.”

“Of course Marinette. Don’t forget to update the Facebook page for us, we want all of Paris to know about the green tea mille-feuille tomorrow!”

“I will!”

She scurries up the stairs and closes the trap door behind her, quickly tearing out the claw clip keeping her hair from falling into the pastry. It cascades over her shoulders and she whisks it into her usual style, two identical tails on either side of her scalp. She checks herself in the mirror briefly before sensing Tikki’s persistent stare boring a hole between her shoulder blades.

“Are you sure this is a good idea, Marinette?”

The heroine frowns, “I’ve already met him a couple times as Ladybug. Besides, I just want to make sure he’s okay. It’s not like I’m going to go into his room or anything.”

“Just be careful.”

“I’m always careful,” Marinette scoffs, pulling her bedroom’s curtains closed for emphasis, “Tikki, transforme-moi!”

Bounding across rooftops and sliding down eaves, the sun’s warmth begins to evaporate behind the horizon. She’s long memorised the Agreste’s home address, having swung by it more than a few times during her solo patrols, not to mention the commotion last Christmas when Adrien had gone missing. It’s a sprawling property surrounded by massive gardens lined with trees not yet in bloom and she analyses it carefully from afar, wary of the security cameras dotting the entrances and pathways around the home. None of them seem to be facing upwards and Ladybug takes advantage of their lack of foresight.

Using her yoyo, Ladybug scales down the side of the mansion’s walls and peeks into several different windows before finally coming across a long stretch of glass that seems to meet the criteria of the teenage boy’s bedroom. Multi-coloured rock climbing holds dot the walls along the upper floors, leading to a skateboarding ramp that plunges steeply to the hardwood floor below. She places her fingertips gently on the glass as she takes in the enormous library, the spiral staircase, the ultra-modern divan in the middle of the floor, the bed—

The bed!

Panic grips her heart as she spots a pair of legs sprawled out from behind the ramp beside the mattress platform and Ladybug quickly leaps into action, searching for a way inside. She swings along the corridor of windows and doesn’t find a single one with an opening latch, digging her fingers into each and every crack. Narrowing her eyes, she glances through to the other side of the room and notices that one of the windows seems to be reflecting the light slightly differently than the others and hauls herself over to the other side of the building, paying no mind as she scrapes her shin against the shingles.

She pries the window open and slithers inside as quietly as she can, booking it across the room as fast as she can manage. Adrien is slumped over on the floor, unconscious and barely moving. His eyelids are a discomforting navy blue and his lips even more so, his skin now as pale as the stark walls of his room. Leaping without looking, Ladybug scoops him in her arms and gently lifts him beneath the shoulders and the bend of his knees, relying on her strength not only as Ladybug but on the way her heart seems to be hammering relentlessly in her chest.

She sets him on his mattress and immediately begins to fuss, pulling his bedsheets down on one side to try and get him tucked in beneath the duvet. She pauses momentarily to remove his shoes and notices that his feet are as cold as icicles, frozen and leaden beneath her fingers. Panicking, she immediately starts looking around and notices a pair of socks strewn on the ground a few meters away. She dives for them and snatches them off the floor, shoving them onto his feet in the hopes that the extra layer with do something to stave off the horrible chill.

Ladybug’s breathing becomes more and more erratic as she struggles to wriggle the sheets and duvet from underneath Adrien’s prone body. Finally free of his weight, she piles the first and second layers of sheets over top of him and tucks the fabric in beneath the folds of his body like a filet de bœuf en croûte. Satisfied, she pulls the duvet up to his chin and glances around, spotting two additional blankets folded over the backrest of the divan in the middle of the room. She slides over and snatches them from the cushions, bringing them both back to Adrien as quickly as possible. She sets one on the floor as she billows the other over his body, tugging and tucking the fourth layer of fabric up and all around. Finally, she unfolds the last blanket and sets it over where his feet should be to try and warm them further.

She fusses over him for a little longer, single-minded in her determination to make sure that he’s fully enclosed in his cocoon of blankets and bedding. She gently presses the back of her hand against his forehead, emulating what her Maman had done so many times to her as a child, and gasps as the chill of his skin seeps through her suit. She worries her lower lip with her teeth and tries to quell the panic that continues to escalate into a fever pitch in her stomach, her insides tossing and turning with anxiety.

What if he’s really sick?

Why hasn’t anyone checked up on him?

If she hadn’t come to visit, would he have been laying on the floor until morning?

She’s suddenly filled with a fury she didn’t realise she was capable of, the feeling coursing through her veins and heating her rapidly. How dare they leave Adrien alone to fend for himself when he was so clearly sick?

Ladybug starts to pace, her blood practically boiling. Whenever she comes down with something, her parents are always fussing over her, checking her temperature and making sure she’s properly fed and hydrated. Had anyone even brought him something to eat? Had he not eaten anything substantial since breakfast? She’d watched him pick at his salad not eight hours earlier in the school’s courtyards, eating the odd slice of vegetable here and there.

Ladybug huffs in aggravation and glances around the room in an attempt to find the time. There’s nothing at his bedside so she skips over the coffee table and wriggles the computer’s mouse, finding 23:43 in the right-hand corner. She glances back over at his bedroom door and wrestles with her decision, ultimately choosing to take her chances and find him some medicine.

“Wait!”

Ladybug freezes, her hand already clasping the door’s handle. She turns slowly, pupils blown wide; that was not Adrien’s voice.

“Come back.”

Shaking, Ladybug pivots on her heel, her eyes as wide as saucers. Had she been caught? The voice came from Adrien’s direction but he’s still lying completely still, eyes closed and unresponsive beneath the mountain of bedsheets. Ladybug hesitates and takes a cautious step back towards the bed.

“Hello?”

Her whisper sounds haggard in the otherwise cavernous room and she narrows her eyes, suddenly doubting what she was hearing. She waits a few more seconds before shaking her head and turning back towards the door.

“I s-s-said…”

Ladybug jerks around again and crosses the space between her and Adrien within seconds, towering over his bed. She stares apprehensively, watching what appears to be Adrien’s moving hand suddenly emerge from the side of the mattress.

Thump.

Ladybug’s world suddenly stands still.

Something black and little lands on Adrien’s bed platform with a groan, rolling lethargically in response to the inertia of its fall. She steps backwards in horror, her hands coming up to cover her mouth to stop the scream about to burst from her lips.

And two bright green eyes stare back.

#miraculous ladybug #ladybug #adrien agreste #Marinette Dupain-Cheng #miraculous fanfic #ladrien #sickfic

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riallasheng · 6 years ago

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s3 episode titles and summeries, translated

Don’t click past the readmore unless you want to see the leaks please

I’m serious, scroll at your own risk.

Oh, and snark/salt warning.

Last spoiler warning

RTS Deux (official site/distributor that posted the images with the synops): https://www.rts.ch/kids/concours/10185705-miraculous-les-aventures-de-ladybug-et-chat-noir-saison-3.html

301(because might as well) Cameleon - Ladybug and Chat Noir defy/offend Lila. Becoming Chameleon, she takes the appearance of anyone and intends to use this power to destroy ladybug. (wow. Gee. It was so in character and compelling. Such wow. This is my serious face. I am not being sarcastic at all. Wow. Such awe. ….blech)

302 Animaestro ladybug and Chat Noir defy/offend a director. Becoming Animaestro, he wants to show the world what an animated film director is capable of (…not expecting great things here. Probably a lot of ‘ooo look at all these tributes to shows I consider great from france’ and not much else.)

303 Boulangerix ladybug defys/offends her own grandfather. Became Bakerix, he wants to destroy everything he considers too modern and not of the Paris of his time. (…soooo her french grandfather… apparently her grandparents are divorced. …I’m not sure I trust Astruc to do a ‘old methods compared to new’ given his behaviors and tweets in the past. This is going to likely be as bad as Kung Food =_=)

304 Rebrousse-temps(Reverse-time) ladybug and chat noir defy/offend a friend of master fu. Becoming Reverse-time, she wants to make up for lost time by stealing the time of others! (…soooooo timebreaker but with the ‘twist’ of it being an old lady who is friends with Master Fu. Maybe we’ll finally get more backstory on Fu and what his mistake was outside of the cringe and laugh inducing napkin ‘ghosts’)

305 Poupeflekta (doll-flection) ladybug and chat noir defy/offend juleka, who becomes reflekta again. But this time, the super-villain is not alone ... (name is a pun off dolls and reflekta. Gee. I wonder who the other villain is. Wow. Gollee-gee. Oh my. …So Manon and Juleka are both re-akumatized. Given how many OTHER ‘reakumatizeds’ there are this season, this smacks of ‘running out of ideas. …why couldn’t we have replaced one or two of the repeats with Gagotor or the basketball star episodes we were SUPPOSED to get in s2?)

306 Papa Garou (seriously, garou means ‘human’, just like were- does. This just means papa human) Translating just to see how the official synop spins it ladybug confronts her father, who is akumatised into papa garou. This monstrous guard-dog-man wants to lock marinette for the protection of the outside world!

307 Silence ladybug and chat noir defy/offend luka, who is akumatized into silence. Ready to give voice? (…so I’m expecting muting powers. The way ‘ready to give voice’ is often used in France though is during revolutions ‘give voice to the small folk’ type stuff. …and I really don’t trust Astruc to handle anything ‘revolution/riot/protest’ related well at all, sorry.)

308 Oni-chan (NO! No no NO. Kids are going to SEARCH FOR THE EPISODE TITLE AUUUGH) Ladybug and Chat Noir defy/offend Kagami, who becomes oni-chan. Jealous of lila, she wants to prevent her from approaching Adrien ... forever! (…sooo epic research fail to the point of ‘Astruc do you know even common Japanese? Seriously how did the onii-chan/beloved brother to oni-chan/beloved demon pun turn into a female character? And that’s even ignoring where oni-chan is in use. I don’t want kids exposed to NSFW/adult content!!! …also is it too much to ask to want to see Kagami (and luka) AWAY from the filter of love interest? I get the show is romance focused but STILL)

309 Miraculeur Ladybug and her team defy Sabrina, who has become the Miraculeur! (…sooo at least one other person gets to use their miraculous pez candy this episode. And apparently Sabrina gets a new/different akumatization. I’m actually expecting this to be Mayura granting Sabrina her Avatar-warrior. The heavy handed ‘oh no it is the new form of akumatization and is so powerful we must bring in the full team to battle it’ fits with what has sadly become the normal heavy handed writing here)

310 Oblivio A Villain rode in Paris and ladybug and char noir have lost their memory! Will they be able to defeat Oblivio so that this is only a bad memory? (could be interesting. Heroes forgetting who they are generally those episodes that either are really awesome or crash and burn with very little in-between.)

311 Desperada Ladybug and her team face Desperada, an Akumatized guitarist. A Rock'n'roll day is in sight for our heroes! (wait… it’s a pun off Desperado… which while done by a rock group was written by the Eagles to be a western/country song. ��Not rock’n’roll. ...Unless it’s a pun off the Desperado metal group(s)? Seriously, Atruc, I get that you like rock but other genres are OKAY. …also another ‘ladybug and team’ which makes me expect another Mayura avatar ep)

312 Maitre Noël (Master Christmas/Christmas Master) Nino’s little brother is akumatized into Christmas Master. Ladybug and Chat Noir won’t have to give him a present if they want to stop him! (I… you… what… that doesn’t… Time is a THING. The only two options here are that this is replacing Pire Noël… which doesn’t work because THAT HAD TO TAKE PLACE DURING SEASON 1 because it would have taken place BEFORE Disloceour… ***OR*** we are now officially in the new school year… and four months into said school year. _WUT_)

313 Startrain ladybug and chat noir face Max’s mom, who becomes Startrain. Our heroes will need help to stop her! (so another team episode or possibly bring in a new hero or the like.)

314 Chasseuse de Kwamis (Kwami hunter/Hunter of kwamis) Ladybug and Chat Noir confront mme mendeleiev, who becomes chasseuse de kwamis (so science teach finally gets akumatized. Given the name my bet is she somehow sees one of the kwamis and now wants to hunt/capture them for study. That’s MUCH more boring than I’d initially hoped when I saw the title)

315 Festin when the past master of master fu returns to haunt him, he withdraws Marinette and Adrien’s Miraculous to protect them ... (huh so we might finally get some backstory on Fu and the like. …I’m not expecting much at this point, and flat out expecting it to contradict preiously established/hinted lore but maybe it’ll give us a springboard to something interesting. …not expecting much out of the ‘the heroes must save the day without their miraculous plot line)

316 Gamer 2.0 (My god that is uninspired) ladybug and Chat Noir face Max, who has become Gamer 2.0. Let the game start again! (…man even the summery sounds dull/like a rehash of Gamer. I would have preferred Gagotor -t he comedian guest star – to this)

317 Climatika 2.0 ladybug and chat noir face Aurore Boreale again, who becomes Climatika 2. To stop it, the super heroes will have to be cold blooded! (…so we’re going from one ‘try to recapture past glory/popularity’ straight to another, huh? ...wait cold bloo- ...well. Snake Miraculous is getting used.)

318 Ikari Gozen (Morning Rage) Kagami's mother is akumatized in ikari gozen and wants to punish kagami, who has disobeyed her. Will Ladybug save her best enemy? (…okay seriously Kagami has upgraded to ‘frienemy’ now? Also I swear to God and all the little angels if Astruc tries to do a Tomoe Gozen ‘tribute’ here I am going to SCREAM. He already screwed up EVERYTHING in the painting that supposedly was Tomoe in Origins 1, he’s screwed up every other instance of attempted ‘tribute’ and I don’t want to see another. …also Kagami apparently is reduced to love interest again. AUGH)

319 Timetagger ladybug and chat noir defy timetagger, a super villain come from the future to grab their Miraculous. The future of Paris is in their hands! (…I… you… I don’t… *buries face in hands and sighs* Okay normally I’d be excited because in CONCEPT that sounds pretty cool. …but I don’t trust Astruc for execution of concept anymore)

320 Trouble fete (Trouble party/Party Trouble) Ladybug and her team face Wayhem, now Trouble-Fete. Will our heroes succeed in making him smile? (…No. No no no, I don’t want to see Astruc writing Wayhem as a bad guy! I really came to love the adorkable doof in Gorzilla, esp with his moment of promising to grow and better himself and apologizing for stalking Adrien!!! NOOOOOOOOOO don’t ruin Wayhem I’m BEGGING YOU :( )

321 La marionnettiste 2 ladybug and chat noir face Marionnettiste 2 at the grevin museum! Our heroes should not remain stone-still if they want to stop her! (*sigh* I'm expecting manon to be bringing statues to life, given the marble pun plus grevin is both famous for it's many statues AND it's where the two wax statues of LB and CN are irl)

322 Chat Blanc ladybug confronts the last person she thought she could get akumatize ... Chat Noir! (…You know, Astruc… if you’re going to lift plot lines from fanfics you probably A: should not have bragged during hiatus and early season 2 about how often you read fanfics and how ‘off the mark’ they were B: should not be using super common fanon names like ladynoir, chat blanc, jade turtle and so on …Also lots of me screaming in rage here. I figure there are three options. From best to worst Chat/Adrien himself was not akumatized, it’s a situation like Copycat again Chat is akumatized but by some plot breaking twist manages to keep his ID secret (or he doesn’t. We are at the end of the season here) Adrien is akumatized (not transformed) and become Chat Blanc and it’s 50/50 on him keeping his ID secret Félix (who wil be showing up next episode) is actually Chat Blanc) ... Please don’t let the ‘Civil War’ plotline actually be a thing, good Lord and little ducks.

323 Félix (there is a lot of screaming in rage occurring over here) Ladybug and Chat Noir battle alya, rose and juleka, akumatized in Punisher Trio, and Felix, Adrien's cousin. (No. Just. No. Astruc has made no effort to hide that he flat out hates Félix and those who dare to like him instead of hating him. If Félix shows up, it’s going to be a hate fest to one degree or another. And I just… want Astruc to leave the PV fans alone. We legit don’t DO anything except chill in our corner/servers and talk about what might have been and things that we like in what little content/concepts have been shown. Heck most of us are equally fans of the cgi show. Just… No. I know I seem calm but I am actually very VERY enraged right now.)

324 Ladybug Marinette gets taken out of collège/expelled from college, but another bigger problem awaits her: she has to face a sentimonstre that looks like… ladybug! (…meh. I’m sorry, but meh. Mari gets into school trouble again (maybe her parents look at the daily danger and decide to move to Nice or something) and there’s an imposter Ladybug. We don’t even get the fake-out in summery of ‘maybe Mari will be akumatized’!! Just tell us in the summery that it’s someone else, good lord =_=) ...Also apparently the avatars the Mayura creates are called Sentimonstres. They literally just wedged sentient and monster together and called it a day. I don’t... I can’t... It is so STUPID

325 Mangeamour: La battle des Miraculous partie 1 (love management? Really? …oh god is it a pun off couple counseling?) ladybug and chat noir confront the bourgeois couple, who become mangeamour, a cerebrus with two heads that devours all the love in Paris. (…wut)

326 Miracle Queen: La battle des Miraculous partie 2 Papillion akumatises chloe into Miracle Queen to implement a fatal plan. Will Ladybug and Chat Noir escape? (yes. They will. Like seriously there is no doubt they will and won’t even have to struggle much/risk failing really. This isn’t like Zak Storm where there were times the writing and acting was so good I FORGOT that the heroes would win by the end of the day/wouldn’t be killed. The fact that the heroes sometimes LOSE in ZS and have to scrap a victory at the end with much struggle added to that. This? This is just going to be the same episode it always is, following the same formula with no real risk or danger and I am just so… SAD… about that. Right now all my hopes are pinned on s4 and s5 and Zag coming back to meddle like all hell again)

#Miraculous: Tales of Ladybug and Chat Noir #Spoilers #ML Spoilers #MLspoilers #ml season 3 #zag spoilers #Zagspoilers #Miraculous Leaks

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folle-de-joie-blog · 7 years ago

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Untitled Pilgrimage fan fic (P.1)

The soft winds ruffled the young novice’s mess of brown curls, mussing them around his face to obscure his vision every so often. Not that there was much to be seen at that time of day, with night-time sweeping away the orange hues of daylight leaving him to squint across the shoreline and out onto the endless sea. Even though a chill had started to creep into his bones, penetrating the thick and practical woollen robes that he wore, he had no intention of moving from his spot. This moment of solace was the gift awarded to him from a hard day’s labour, a small reprieve from the long moments spent listening to the other monks’ speaking of rumours and their stories that had been told a thousand times as they worked the land or read the scriptures. The Brothers were the only family that he had known and he loved them all in his own unique way, but their ways were as tough as they were just and he needed this time to himself to reflect for himself without the interference of their preaching and prejudices.

The evenings were his to do as he pleased before returning to the chapel for rest, and what pleased him never seemed to change: a moment of solitude away from the hymns and sermons, a hiding place from the suspicious and piteous glances that were never fully hidden and often thrown his way. He was aware of the unfortunate circumstances of his coming to live amongst the Brothers, so he could not fault the few whom he had never fully bonded with. It still left him with an ache in the pit of his stomach that, despite each year passing, never seemed to fully lessen.

To be alone on the coastline with his naked fingers and toes digging rhythmically into the coarse sand beneath him, breathing in the salty taste of the air around him and taking in the squawks of the fulmars milling around the rocks, this was perhaps as close to God that he had managed to get. There are more miracles happening inside the eyes of a crab, Brother Ciaran had once spoken softly to him when he was a child unable to calm his mind from the terrors that plagued him, than can be found on the tip of a quill. He didn’t know if the communion with nature and the lively landscape around him was perhaps against the beliefs ordained to them from Rome but the words had make a nest in his heart and soul, to the point that now the feeling of tiny stones crunching beneath his nails and the crashing of the heavy tide on the unmovable shore would always be the place that he felt was holiest.

He closed his eyes and soaked up the last of the warmth of the day, focusing on the sounds of the waves lapping at the stones just about audible from where he sat furthest away from the shore. It wouldn’t do to get his robes wet this close to resting- the last time he had ran home to the chapel with sand and salt-water dragging down on the heavy wool he had been forced to sleep with nothing but a worn blanket in the corner of the room. The Abba’s punishment was as much painful as it was a lesson, and sure enough he had learnt it through the illness that had hung over him for the month after that.

He was startled from his reminiscence as he heard a heavy clunking that was not the water hitting the shore. He jerked his eyes open and sat bolt upright, gazing across the shoreline what could possibly have jolted him so when- there, at the corner of the beach next to the rocky alcoves there was…something, he couldn’t quite make it out with the last rays of the sunset blinding him, but…

He got to his feet in a shot, scooping up his knapsack hurriedly and squinting in the direction of the object, holding his hand over his forehead to try and get a good look. He took a step back and his eyes widened in disbelief when he realised that it was a boat. There was a split-second of fear at the thought that foreigners had come to pillage them, before quickly shaking those thoughts away. The boat was far too small to be housing a group of angry marauders. He knew that he should go and retrieve one of the Brothers, at the very least let them know that something peculiar had happened, but the inquisitive side of him that the church had tried to dispel from him reared its head once again. What if there was something of note in there? Could it be a sign of God? He made to turn back towards the chapel but he stopped, the curiosity burning so bright inside of him that he found himself tensing up.

He would only take a small look before heading back to the others, he kept thinking to himself as he made the long journey towards the small, sail-less boat. A small peek at what was there couldn’t hurt.

The boat kept bumping lightly on the rocks of the shore, the waves unsure whether they wanted to take it back with them or not, and the sound of wood bouncing on the surfs and lightly creaking from how swollen it was from the water seemed so foreign to him. He had seen boats in the distance, of course, and whenever one of the monks would need to go across the sea they would always see them off, but it had been years since such a thing had happened.

When he was only a few feet away the sound of a haggard and broken cough stopped him dead in his tracks. Without thinking he rushed the few steps between them, falling to his knees in the shallows as he peered over the side in wonder. His eyebrows shot up as he took in the sight before him.

It was a man. He couldn’t make out much in the disappearing light but the only way he could describe him was…strong. He had darker skin than him, a strong jawline, close-cropped hair that seemed to have been jaggedly done, and even though he seemed to not have eaten for some time he could tell that there was power underneath the few items of ragged clothing he possessed. The man’s eyes were closed and his lips seemed to be bitten and torn from dehydration. Upon closer inspection, he couldn’t see any gourds or skins of water or food. The man was breathing shallowly, an unhealthy rasping coming from his chest as he seemed to be in a restless sleep.

“An gcloiseann tú mé?”[1] He asked gently, reaching out with a slightly trembling hand to touch his chest, shaking him gently. That seemed to rouse him slightly but he still didn’t answer, the only indication that he had heard him at all was his eyebrows wrinkling in pain or confusion.

The young man reached for his own skin of water in his bag, before bringing one of his hands beneath the older man’s neck to angle him to better receive the drink that he knew he needed.

“Le do thoil, ní mór duit deoch…[2]” He spoke firmer this time, giving him another gentle shake to illicit a response. The other man finally managed to open his eyes only slightly, a hint of brown from beneath his long lashes. He still didn’t seem quite aware of what was happening, but he seemed to focus his gaze directly back into his own, his face smoothing out into wonderment.

“Please, you must drink...Do you understand?” He tried again in the common tongue, gently nudging the head of the water skin over his lips to that a few drops spilled down the dry lips. This seemed to break the spell as the man licked his lips and managed to open his mouth just enough so that when he tilted the skin he managed to keep it down him. He seemed starved for it and he reached up weakly to grip onto the hand that was holding the bag, as if he thought that he would take it back suddenly, as if he didn’t believe that it could be real.

When he finished the few sips he gasped heavily, tilting his head back to the position before but keeping his tight clutch on the young man’s wrist. The sun had finally set, the warmth of the day starting to dissipate as night rolled in, but the man looked at him as if he had seen the stars for the first time in his life, as if he were witness to something miraculous and overwhelming. He fell back into a heavy slumber not long after, and as Diarmuid started to plan on how to get him up to the chapel in one piece he didn’t notice how his fingertips had been rubbing gentle circles into the man’s nape.

( Oh my god, here we go, my first foray into fanfic. And what better way to start than with the practically non-existent fandom of Pilgrimage 2017. I hope I didn’t butcher the Gaelic too much, my apologies in advance! [1] ‘Do you hear me?’ [2] ‘Please, you must drink…’ Can be read as gen or slash, but it’ll probably be that later on if I write more with the important focus that I imagine him to be 16 when he finds him, and almost 21 when the film begins. Enjoy!)

#Diarmuid/mute #the novice/the mute #pilgrimage #pilgrimage movie #brother diarmuid #the mute #jon bernthal #tom holland #richard armitage #why do i do thiissssssss #pilgrimage 2017

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