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"You have me," he says so sweetly that his words are like molasses, "and I've got you. Okay?"
She takes a moment to breathe in slowly—her body's automatic response whenever he says those words—before she calms down. She mostly calms down because a gap of moonlight hits the floor, and she's reminded that the darkness of the room isn't all-consuming.
The night is there. "You have me," he repeats.
And so is he.
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Marinette Dupain-Cheng and Adrien Agreste meet at ages five and six, unaware of what awaits them; they meet a second time as Ladybug and Chat Noir's paths intersect. Around two years ago marks the time Ladybug and Chat Noir discovered each other’s identities. Around two years ago marks the date Chat Noir betrayed Ladybug. Marinette Dupain-Cheng is now sixteen years old, facing off against Shadowmoth and his pawn, Chat Noir.
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Contradictory feelings, trauma responses, metaphors on metaphors, childhood memories, unhealthy relationships, and more!
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- Part 2 of hearth :)
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He hopes, he wishes, that his breath, hot, against her skin reminds her that he’s alive, he’s survived, and he’s breathing. He hopes that his arms wrapped around her and his warmth remind her that he is there, he is present, and although he is taking a longer time than usual to return to reality, return to shore, he is there.
Then, Ladybug admits. She is an incredibly resilient, strong, stubborn person, but she yields, concedes, and admits, “I would’ve taken the leap too,” and burrowed in her, all Chat can do is nod.
He knows. He knows.
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a vague work on ladynoir’s connection, their trust, and chat’s sacrifices
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Heizou's first and only failed case concludes with heartbroken, heartfelt words—"Please, go."
or: tragic gays have to say goodbye to one another because one of them is a fugitive and the other is supposedly working on capturing said fugitive but lets said fugitive go because they are in love and it's tragic and they are tragic gays
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He yowls as if he's in the most extreme pain he's ever been in. She doesn't resist the urge to roll her eyes at his dramatics. "Stop sulking like we're—" she pauses for a moment in contemplation, "like we're some stupid couple in the middle of a spat."
She knows he wiggles his eyebrows even if she's right behind him. "So you think we're a couple?"
"Oh, shut up," she replies, and it comes easily to her, but a small, tiny pang of guilt sears her soul. "You know that's not what I meant."
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- Part 1 of hearth :)
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Chat Noir was like art to Marinette. Something to never touch or allow to tarnish, something to only admire from afar. When he was like this—at this specific time of night—she felt as if she were observing an exhibit unintentionally left open just for her eyes.