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#can't believe it's been three years
cool-homosexual · 5 months
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happy canon destiel day guys
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galentir · 3 months
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Alternative universe where Luke and Reggie share the best werewolf vampire solidarity 🤝
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doodlerh · 8 months
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ok rip i said id draw more but i can't </3
#h doodles#honkai star rail#trailblazer#caelus#march 7th#dan heng#hsr#i wanted to draw all three of em going like :D and being happy piled on top of each other but alas#i can't. ive been sitting with this in my drafts for Too Long#i no longer have da drive to draw em#tomorrow i'll be out till the evening but i think i'll finally draw double face#i also wanna draw some prosekai maybe bc i just ifnished the gamer event and i have so many thoughts#im gonna have to probably leave the house at 8am again ughhh i thought id be able to REST MORE now that my camp has ended#granted i wake up at 6am no matter what but i like at least three hours to just zone out#oh yea i still believe in caelus fidgeting w his clothes when hes stressed#its a normally fitting shirt but he keeps stretching out the hem bc hes always like yankin it this way and that#i think dan heng is v interesting (coming from a dont understand any of the lore standpoint) bc hes like#a what a billion year old dragon guy but he just pretends hes a human and becomes best friends w these two#i wanted to also do a thing about how they all feel awkward around each other but just want things to go back to normal#so they like hug n stuff..#and welt (who has plenty of his own secrets) tells him basically hey son u are always part of the astral express famipy#an dan heng who has probably been lonely till he came on the astral express is like :'(#okay. well. anyway GOOD NIGHT#less than a month till i return to school HELLO?#insane. i cant even think about it#im gonna see my roommie tomorrow!! yippee!!#gn all#sorry i couldnt draw more
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teatitty · 6 months
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Aizawa and Hizashi 100% always pull the "I have a husband" gag with eachother. Hizashi in his casuals walking up to Eraserhead to give him a bento and Eraser smiling and cheekily going "I'm flattered but I'm tragically married." Aizawa phoning into Mic's radio to flirt with him and Mic dramatically going "Oh dear listener I sure hope my husband isn't listening he's prone to jealousy!" but he's laughing as he says it etc etc it's their favourite ongoing gag and everyone is sick of it
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blumen-draws · 2 months
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Redraw of an old dimimari piece from 2020✨
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moonlayl · 8 months
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3 years since Agents of Shield ended <333
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doortotomorrow · 6 months
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MEMORI: three years since becoming endgame
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miodiodavinci · 9 months
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i have legitimately been burning to do this redraw ever since @cosmic-cd sent the screencaps to me several months ago so finally here it is SJFLKSFLS
featuring my old man salvador, cosmic's wretched beast ayano, and @mystsaphyr 's beloved aiko w
context under the cut ! ! !
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knowssowell · 7 months
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“you scared me." 🤝 “yeah i about had a heart attack.” 🤝 “i can’t lose you the way i lost her.”
the holy trinity.
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needahugfromesme · 4 months
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November 2020➡️ November 2023
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eccehvmo · 2 months
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To celebrate good omens trending for no apparent reason, here's a little anecdote. Me and my sister were watching Good Omens while our grandma was sitting on the couch (we figured she wouldn't pay attention considering she does not speak english, she intended to nap and she suffers from dementia). I assume she was intrigued by the Christian lore so she started looking at the screen as well. I kid you not she spent the entire time saying these following phrases (probably one every five minutes):
"Too bad I can't understand anything but the blonde one's cute"
"He's cute, isn't he, the blond one?"
"Oh no they're nailing Jesus to the cross *blabbering random prayer* the blonde one's cute though, I wish I understood what he was saying"
"He's got pretty blue eyes"
"Handsome man"
Something leads me to believe my grandmother finds Michael Sheen particularly attractive.
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thebrofriends · 5 months
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Happy destiel is canon day to those who celebrate
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ktysh · 5 months
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a little sneak peak of joshua's diary + more screenies of how the prom went
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princesskealie · 11 months
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if you have a second as you pass by, please send any good vibes/prayers/thoughts my mom’s way~ 
it’s time for her to go back to the doctor tomorrow, and it would be really great if we don’t get thrown any curveballs! ;-;
(my goodness, that 3 months flew by... o.o)
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the-relvin-temult · 3 months
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Happy holidays! I haven't written anything new in a minute, but I was reminded of this piece I wrote years ago (in the middle of the Aeor arc) and I'm still quite fond of it, as my first return to fic writing after a near-decade of abstaining. Thought I'd repost it just for fun. If you give it a read, I hope you enjoy!
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inkjackets · 2 months
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To Save a Loved One Epilogue
It's been a moment since I've posted any sort of fiction let alone for this story, but I've finally found the time to get this epilogue done!
I hope you all enjoyed reading this story as much as I've enjoyed writing it. Let me know if you did :)
I hope to see you in future works.
AO3
Ch1 Ch2 Ch3 Ch4 Ch5 Ch6 Ch7 Ch8 Epilogue
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10 years later
‘How are you?’ Gabriel’s voice was low and soft, and reverberated through Emilie’s heart.
She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. The scent of bleach and sanitiser penetrated her senses and the conditioned air dried her throat, blonde wisps of hair fluttering against her neck. 
She slowly exhaled and met the gaze of her husband sat on the other side of the table. Each time she came here he looked older but no less refined. He wore his elegance like a shield – like a mask – a form of protection behind of which existed an exhausted, worn-down man.
‘I’m well,’ she said quietly.
Gabriel’s expression softened into the barest of smiles. 
‘And Adrien?’ he asked. ‘How is he?’
Emilie didn’t reply; she let his question hang in the room as she thought back to a few days ago when she’d last seen their son. Adrien had been laughing and smiling, and oh, he was the most beautiful thing in the world; he’d been gorgeous as a child and only blossomed further as he’d grown – something she didn’t quite know how to forgive Gabriel for missing out on.
‘Do you regret it?’ The words slipped from her tongue before she could stop them, words she’d wanted to voice for years but never dared to.
Gabriel’s smile fell away. What little warmth was in the room vanished.
‘No,’ he said, in a voice so deadly gentle it sent shivers down her spine.
Emilie cast her eyes down. She ran her fingers across the metal surface of the table, catching her nails on the grooves made from years of wear and tear.
‘You know you didn’t just lose Nathalie that night…’ she said soft and quiet. ‘You lost Adrien too.’ 
Gabriel swallowed. ‘I know.’
‘And yet, you say you regret nothing.’
‘Everything I did, I did for you.’ 
He took her hand and she slowly raised her gaze to meet his. His grey eyes pierced her heart and warmth rose within her at the love and devotion he clearly held for her. 
‘I know,’ she whispered. Her heart clenched in her chest. She twisted her hand and gripped him back just as tight, gazing at him with conflicted affection, love flowing for him despite her better judgement. ‘I know.’
Emilie breathed in the sunshine as she strolled along the river, savouring every moment that her second life gave her. Grateful to be out of that prison and amongst life.
She paused at a billboard showcasing the latest Emilie collection. With his side-swept blond hair and smile that lit up the skyline, the model was the perfect Emilie ambassador. Yet he was nothing compared to her Adrien.
After Gabriel’s imprisonment she’d taken over the company and rebranded it. Though she hadn’t expected Adrien to disagree with her about it.
‘You’re continuing the business?’ Adrien had asked her after he’d found out. ‘You’re not selling it?’
‘Of course not,’ she replied. ‘It’s your father’s legacy. And it would be wonderful if you would continue being the face of the brand.’
Adrien had stared at her, offended and wounded, before turning his back on her and walking from the room.
Emilie exhaled and tore her gaze from the billboard. Despite the years that had passed, that rejection still hurt and confused her. But after her conversation with Gabriel this morning maybe, just maybe, she could start to understand. 
She turned away from the river and crossed the road to meander down the backstreets and alleyways of Paris, determined to get lost; to explore and discover, whether it be stumbling upon a fresh set of blooming flowers or a new cafe that had opened. Overcome with the overwhelming desire to not waste her life.
Eventually though, she found herself gazing up at the familiar building where her son lived – a humble little flat he shared with the Dupain-Cheng girl. Not for the first time she wondered why they didn’t move somewhere more suitable for his station, it’s not as if they didn’t have the money.
After a moment’s hesitation, she strode up the steps to their flat and paused outside the door, fist poised to knock. She probably shouldn’t show up unannounced.
Especially just after visiting Gabriel…
But she dismissed her concerns with a shake of her head, and rapped her knuckles on the wood.
‘Mum!’ Adrien opened the door with a wide smile on his face. And tension leaked from Emilie’s shoulders as he wrapped her in his embrace. ‘I wasn’t expecting you, come in, come in!’ 
Plagg popped out Adrien’s mop of blond hair as she followed him into their little sitting room, he stared at her with his unreadable green eyes. She smiled at the Kwami.
He narrowed his eyes in response. 
‘Can I get you something to drink?’ Adrien asked, turning and forcing her to break eye contact with Plagg. ‘Tea? Coffee…?’
‘Tea would be nice.’ She placed her bag on the couch and sat down, looking around, ignoring Plagg’s eyes on her as Adrien headed into the kitchen. This living room was so small it barely held the television and sofa. 
As Adrien made their drinks she leafed through the exam papers scattered over the coffee table that he’d been in the middle of grading. She sighed. Being a teacher was such a waste of his potential.
‘I saw the Gorilla the other day,’ Adrien spoke loudly from the kitchen as the noise of the kettle boiling died down.
‘Oh?’ Emilie put the papers back. ‘How is he?’ 
‘He’s doing well! He’s got a gig driving around some high-flying lawyers, so he treated Marinette and I for dinner last week. We had a really nice time.’
‘How lovely.’
He appeared with two steaming mugs. ‘Have you been up to anything?’
‘Oh a bit of this, a bit of that. Nothing out of the ordinary.’
Adrien handed her a mug, smiling, and Emilie’s heart swelled. She loved that smile, it never failed to warm her heart. What she didn’t like however, was the unnatural paleness of his skin and the deep shadows under his eyes. 
‘How are you sleeping?’ she asked, wrapping her hands around her mug. 
Adrien shrugged. ‘I tried coming off my medication, but they put me back on it. But it’s always hard this time of year, regardless.’
‘Well, I’m glad the medication helps, even if it’s just a bit.’ She brought her mug close to her chest and cradled it in her hands, grateful for the warmth seeping into her skin.
Adrien hummed an agreement and perched on the arm of the sofa. ‘It does help,’ he said. Comfortable silence wrapped around them and Emilie blew gently on her tea.
‘You seeing him doesn’t.’
Emilie tensed. She met Adrien’s gaze, which had lost its former brightness and grown an icy edge.
‘You don’t deny it then,’ he said at her silence.
Emilie squeezed her mug so hard it burned her hands. ‘He’s my husband,’ she said quietly.
Adrien’s expression grew unreadable. ‘He’s my father,’ he said, devoid of emotion. ‘Yet I’ve never had the urge to visit him.’ He raised his mug to his lips. ‘Then again, I didn’t choose to be related to him.’
‘He’s still a good man, believe it or not—’
‘I don’t.’
She closed her mouth at the hardness in his eyes. Eyes which had long lost their childhood innocence. She glanced over his defined jawline, clenched fair too tight, with its ever so faint shadow of stubble, the ever so faint creases at the corners of his eyes, and his long locks of blond hair so haphazardly styled. 
She’d never admit it, but she often missed the child he used to be. The one who never defied her – who said, ‘Yes, Mummy!’ to everything she said and listened to her like she was queen of the world. 
She went to gently brush his fringe to the side but he pulled back.
‘You remember it, don’t you?’ she began softly, lowering her hand. ‘The way he would smile and play with you when you were little?’
Adrien looked away. ‘That was a long time ago.’
‘He can be like that still,’ she urged, ‘if you just—’
‘Drop it, Mum,’ he said, his voice quiet but sharp. ‘There’s no coming back from what he did.’
Emilie lowered her gaze. ‘He saved my life.’
Adrien glanced at her, more tired than ever. 
‘I know.’
All the other acts Gabriel had done filled the room with their silence, swirling around and around like the tea in Emilie’s mug as her hands clenched tighter and tighter. He wanted us to be a family again, she wanted to scream but she bit her tongue. She knew too well where that sentence led.
She took a deep breath and sipped her tea, the lemon bitter on her tongue. Her eyes drifted around the room and landed on the mantelpiece, specifically on the framed picture of Adrien looking gorgeous all dressed smartly in black, with the Dupain-Cheng girl dressed in white next to him.
‘How’s Marinette?’ she asked, breaking the silence.
‘She’s well,’ he replied, sipping his tea, not looking at her. ‘Not that you care.’
That stung her. ‘I care—’
BANG.
They both jumped as the door slammed open. 
‘Adrien, I’m home! And I’ve got everything for dinner! Also Alya just messaged saying her and Nino will be over at seven — Oh!’ Marinette froze as she stepped into the living room and laid eyes on Emilie. ‘Madame Agreste,’ she acknowledged, her demeanour suddenly changing. Without taking her eyes off Emilie, she placed her bags down and walked over to Adrien, placing her hand on his shoulder. The gold band on her ring finger glittered dangerously. ‘It’s nice to see you.’
Emilie pursed her lips and, like she did every time, scanned Marinette for any sign of hidden jewellery. She never had figured out what the girl had done with her peacock miraculous, though that wasn’t for lack of trying.
‘You’re not overworking yourself, I hope?’ she put on a smile.
Marinette placed her hand protectively over her stomach. ‘Luckily I’m sat at a desk drawing all day, it’s not demanding work, but I thank you for your concern.’
Emilie nodded. Of course she cared about Marinette; if the girl wasn’t careful or healthy the effects could be disastrous.
‘I’m sorry, did I miss a memo?’ Marinette asked. ‘I wasn’t aware you were coming over today.’ The air of nonchalance in her voice hid the ice underneath.
Adrien slowly shook his head. He placed his mug on the coffee table.
‘Can’t I visit my son?’ Emilie asked.
Adrien’s eyes grew cold. ‘Not when your trying to convince me to forgive him.’
‘I’m not trying to convince you to forgive him,’ she said. Adrien raised an eyebrow. She deflated a little, glancing away and rubbing her arm. ‘Just to visit him,’ she admitted.
Adrien rubbed his face. ‘I’m not having this conversation, not again.’
‘He’s your father!’ Emilie said.
‘He’s a terrorist.’
‘He loves you!’
‘No. NO! I’m not doing this, Mum!’ He jumped to his feet and found Marinette’s hand and gripped it tight. 
‘You’re married with a baby on the way!’ Emilie cried. ‘He deserves to know and you should be the one to tell him!’
‘He deserves nothing,’ Marinette hissed as Adrien ran his hands through his hair in distress.
‘I don’t want anything to do with him!’ Adrien cried, ‘Why don’t you understand that?’ Tears rose in his eyes. ‘I can’t do this, not again, Mum. Please,’ he begged.
Emilie stepped back, a stab of guilt flashed through her.
‘I just want what’s best for you,’ she whispered, truthfully
Adrien swallowed. ‘I know,’ he said. He sounded so tired. ‘But this isn’t the way to do it.’
Emilie looked away, not knowing what to feel.
‘I think you should go,’ Marinette said quietly.
Emilie looked sharply at Adrien, and her heart sank as he glanced at her and nodded.
She swallowed, picked up her bag, and followed Marinette to the front door.
She turned back, holding her son’s beautiful green gaze.
‘I love you,’ she told him, filling her words with truth and sincerity, brimming with emotion.
Adrien sighed. ‘I love you too, Mum. I’ve never denied that.’ The barest of smiles rose on Emilie’s face. ‘But I loved Dad too.’
His words curled in her stomach, goosebumps ran up her arm.
‘Adrien—’ she began, desperate. Adrien turned away. Marinette grabbed her arm and pushed her out the door
And Emilie was left standing in the hallway, trying not to cry, with the sound of the slamming door in her ears, and her son’s broken eyes in her mind.
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Marinette leant back on the door, fringe hanging in her eyes, and exhaled. Nothing was easy with Emilie. 
She brushed her loose hair behind her ears and turned her gaze to Adrien; he stood silent, jaw tense, hands clenched, with a crease in his brow, gazing unseeing to the side. After a moment he bit his lip before grabbing the mugs from the coffee table and headed into the kitchen. 
Marinette followed him.
She watched him as he placed the mugs in the sink and turned the tap on to get the hot water running. His hair shrouded his face as he washed the mugs, and when he turned the tap off, they were both met with sudden silence, broken only by the gentle dripping of water echoing in the drainpipe.
‘After all these years,’ he began softly, ‘all these years and she still doesn’t understand that he never loved me like he loved her. He never will.’
Marinette walked over to him, her soft footsteps loud in the silence, and placed her hand on his shoulder. He yielded to her touch, turning into her, burying his head into her neck, wrapping his arms around her. And she held him back, one hand clenching the back of his shirt, the other tangled in his hair, and she held him.
Tikki, Plagg, Nooroo and Duusu crawled out of their hiding spots and pressed themselves into the spaces between her and Adrien. 
‘You did good, kid,’ Plagg whispered as he curled up against Adrien’s neck,
And the six of them stayed like that for a while in the broken yet warm silence, protecting each other just like they’ve always done.
Eventually Adrien pulled back. Marinette held his cheeks and gazed into his eyes. She planted a gentle kiss on his forehead, nose, and then on his lips. Adrien chuckled and warmth lit within her.
A sly look appeared in his eye.
Marinette yelped as Adrien spun her and dipped her, scattering the Kwamis and making heat rush to her cheeks as he winked and kissed her. Even after all these years he still made her blush so easily. One of the Kwamis found the speaker and Adrien threw her back to her feet in time with the music, before grabbing her hand and making her spin back into him. She grabbed his hand in return and spun him and spun him — Dusuu swooping and yelping, Tikki giggling, Plagg egging them on, and
Nooroo begging them to be careful but with a smile on his face — until Adrien was crying with laughter and begged her to stop. She pulled him close.
And they danced in the sunlight falling dappled through the window, dust motes swirling around them, hearts fast, breaths quick, life thrumming between them.
They ended up arms wrapped around each other rocking gently in the middle of the room.
She went to brush his hair back and he leant into her hand before taking it and kissing her fingers in quick succession – one two three four five.
She rested her head against his shoulder, but after a moment he tilted her chin back up to face him and forced her to gaze into his eyes, so soft and gentle, skin flushed pink.
‘I love you,’ he whispered.
She raised to her tip toes and kissed him on the lips, holding the moment between them.
‘I love you too,’ she murmured in his ear. ‘Now go get the shopping, let’s get this feast going!’
‘Anything for you, milady,’ Adrien smiled and kissed her on the nose.
They spent the rest of the afternoon cooking, intermittent with dancing and laughing, the latter of which only increased as Alya, Nino, and Chloe walked through the door, each bearing delicious gifts of their own.
They had a wonderful dinner, the five of them, like they did every year. Filled with memories and stories and laughter and fun. All cheering as Marinette brought out another bottle of wine along with a fantastic dessert.
Before long, plates were empty, everyone was sat back, glasses were topped up for the umpteenth time. The Kwamis were curled up on the sofa, sleeping together as the clock ticked past midnight. Soft music in the background, everyone smiling as they listened to the story Nino was telling… 
‘—so she walks onto the set wrapped in this golden shawl,’ Nino said, ‘with these heels which must have been like ten inches high, and this MASSIVE headdress thats all spiked and celestial looking, and this gold paint on her cheekbones—’
‘She looked like a goddess,’ Alya chimed in.
‘She looked. Like. A. GODDESS,’ Nino agreed, slamming the table, ‘but with a Kazoo in her mouth. Like what? I know! Ruined her image. But then Kyle, the lighting guy, walks up to her and, well he— 
Marinette snuck her hand towards Adrien as she listened to Nino. She found his fingers and weaved their hands together. He instantly gripped her. She smiled. ‘—And then she says, she says’—Nino struggled to hold back his giggles,—‘“Well I would, but it’s impossible with you standing there!”’ They all burst into laughter.
‘Well he was being an idiot!’ Chloe said shrilly, with a smile on her face.
‘Of course you’d think that, Chloe,’ Alya said, sticking her tongue.
‘Hey! I won’t stand for this slander!’ she scoffed in mock offence. ‘That’s ridiculous! Utterly, ridiculous!’
They all dissolved into laughter once more, Nino swung back in his chair dangerously.
Marinette shared a grinning glance with Adrien and he squeezed her hand under the table.
Despite the warmth in the room, it couldn’t help but bring memories of the five of them sitting around that coffee table all those years ago. 
And Marinette watched them. She eyed her friends. She could see it in all of them. The hurt from all those years ago and their concern for Adrien.
It was in the way Alya swirled the wine in her glass but never quite managed to drink it. The way Nino would speak just a little too loud and tell just one too many jokes. The way Chloe would fuss over Adrien’s appearance and mutter about how he needed a hair cut.
She ran her thumb over the back of Adrien’s hand. All of their wounds, despite leaving scars, had managed to heal over. Except for Adrien’s. His wounds were constantly being ripped open, again and again. By his mother, his father, by Parisian celebrations.
Marinette closed her eyes. If she listened hard enough she could just make out – behind the jokes and the laughter and the music desperately trying to drain it all out – the noise on the streets from those celebrating Hawkmoth’s downfall.
Adrien was still smiling after everyone had left but Marinette eyed him worriedly. He danced as they cleaned and hummed while brushing his teeth but when they collapsed into bed, he lay on his back with his eyes wide open.
Marinette curled into him. ‘Talk to me,’ she whispered, bringing his forehead to hers. They both stayed there a minute, breathing in each other in silence.
‘Even now…’ he swallowed, ‘I still hold hope he might become a good father.’
A lump rose in her throat. ‘I know,’ she said.
The gentle sound of their breathing was the only sound for a moment.
‘I think I need to see him.’
Her breath caught. She pulled back and looked him deep in his eyes. ‘Not if you don’t want to, you don’t have to.’
He closed his eyes in a faint grimace, holding back his emotion. ‘I know. But I think I want to,’ he whispered.
‘Then I’m here to support you.’ And her heart broke for Adrien who would once again have his wounds ripped open.
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‘What changed your mind?’
Adrien cast his eyes down and let the question roll around the room.
‘Why did you decide to see me after all these years?’ 
He let the silence swell.
‘I’m glad to see you. How has life been with your mother?
Adrien raised his eyes to meet those of the man who sat opposite. He looked tired and  old. He had lost all of his former elegance and yet the look in his eyes held the same coldness that had haunted Adrien’s waking life all those years ago. Only at the mention of Adrien’s mother did warmth flash through them.
‘Do you understand me now? Are you finally here to forgive me?’
Adrien let the questions sink in.
‘Ten years ago I exchanged one parent for the other.’ He began quietly. ‘Over the years that followed I learnt why it was that you two were both so well suited.’ He ran his fingers over the grooves in the table. ‘You both knew how to tie your hooks into me so well, pulling and pushing and making me do what you wanted me to. Mother has learned to back off. It’s either that or she loses me, and she fears losing me more than she fears losing control of me. But I don’t know if that applies to you.’
Gabriel held Adrien’s gaze.
‘I don’t understand you,’ Adrien whispered. ‘I’m not here to forgive you. I will never forgive you.’ And his heart broke inside because this man, despite everything, used to be his father.
‘Why are you here?’ Gabriel asked.
Adrien twisted the ring on his finger. 
‘Was it worth it?’ he asked, ‘The price you paid to…’ he trailed off.
‘Out of everything I did,’ Gabriel began slowly, ‘bringing your mother back is the one thing I do not regret.’
‘But what about Nathalie? What about Marinette? What about—?’ He cut himself off, biting down on his tongue, fighting the burning in his throat.
Gabriel sighed. ‘What happened to Nathalie was unfortunate, but she knew the risks. As for Marinette, she was a talented girl — still is from what your mother tells me. I would not have wished it to be her that got caught up in what happened, but I was not the one who selected her as wielder of the Ladybug Miraculous, it was not my fault it was her that got caught up in that fight.’
Adrien gazed in pain at his father. Waiting for an apology. Waiting for any form of repentance. Waiting for him to answer his third, unfinished question but the man remained silent.
Adrien swallowed his emotions, his face impassive. ‘I shouldn’t be here,’ he muttered and stood up. ‘I don’t know what I expected.’
‘Adrien, wait,’ Gabriel moved as if reaching for him.
Adrien looked at Gabriel’s hand. He slowly raised his tired eyes, waiting. 
‘I’m so sorry,’ Gabriel whispered, voice cracking.
‘No you’re not.’
Gabriel opened his mouth, but no words spilled out. He stammered, silent.
Adrien stared at the man and all he felt was sadness. Sadness for a life lost, for what could have been, but nothing at all for the man himself.
‘I’ve married Marinette and she’s pregnant with your grandchild.’ He said emotionless. ‘Mother wanted me to be the one to tell you.’
Shock rose in Gabriel’s eyes. ‘Adrien. Adrien! Wait—’ but Adrien had already turned on his heel and walked from the room. He didn’t look back.
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Marinette gave birth in the middle of a storm.
The rain battered at the windows and wind howled through the cracks, then a baby’s wail rang out, drowning it all out.
The nurse placed the baby boy in Adrien’s arms as lightning flashed outside. He sat down on the bed with a thump, stunned and amazed and gazed at his son, at his tuft of dark hair and large bright eyes.
Marinette lay her head on his shoulder. ‘He looks like a Hugo, don’t you think?’ she said softly.
Adrien burst into tears.
Marinette and the nurses looked at him in alarm as he held Hugo tight to his chest and thunder crashed outside as rain pummelled the rooftops.
That storm, oh so many years ago, had changed his life for the worse, filled it with regret and guilt and ways he should have changed it. 
But no more. 
Adrien couldn’t stop staring at the baby in his hands. Marinette cooed and played with Hugo, and when Hugo giggled, Adrien was filled with so much emotion fresh tears poured down his face.
Marinette wiped them away and kissed him on the cheek. ‘I love you,’ she whispered. And Adrien gazed at the amazing woman who had saved him in more ways he could count.
‘I love you,’ he said fervently and kissed her full on the mouth.
And finally he could see so clearly his path moving forward. He was done with the past. Done with it dragging and ripping into him time and time again.
He had a family worth loving and a life that was worth living. He could finally begin to heal.
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