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This is the little Ekko/Jinx moment that's been sticking with me:
Because on first watch, I expected this was going to be something negative. Ekko trying to defend why he'd been so hostile to Powder. 'You're not the kind of person who helps... because you destroy things,' or something to that effect.
But no.
oh
What a way to look at Jinx?? Even with everything she's done... He looks at this well-adjusted, 'ideal' Powder, and still thinks she's missing something that his Jinx has. The Powder that he knew was so determined to make something that mattered... it's a Powder who's content to play second-fiddle to the people around her, a Powder that settles that feels off to him.
And that ties into why he can't stay here. Our Ekko isn't the kind of person who settles either.
That's the beauty of Timebomb, but also the greatness of Ekko as a character, and why he's so pivotal to this final scene. He sees AU Powder and her content life and cherishes what could've been, and what they could've had.
But AU Powder is a sidekick in her own story, and it's remarked upon by a handful of characters. She's content, but that contentment has left her coasting, and riding the coattails of others, just happy to be along for the ride.
Ekko at his core knows Powder - and her evolution of Jinx - are not at their core coasters, but catalysts. They disrupt systems. They incite chaos. They break rules.
But they also do it on their terms, and change paradigms because of it.
And it's why this meeting with AU Powder is so necessary for him to let go of his anger toward Jinx in his own timeline. He savors what he could've had, and how sweet it could've been. But he also knows that Jinx is HIS timeline - like a diamond that's undergone enormous pressure - is the closest Powder, his childhood friend but also the marvelous adult she can be - might come to actually changing the world.
And it's Ekko who takes it upon himself to forgive the destruction of past choices - and JInx's rejection due to unwillingness to see herself through different eyes - and reach out to Jinx. Not as the friend/crush he misses, but as the girl he finally sees in the fullness of her potential, light and dark.
That's why his calling her Jinx at the end is so important. But also his sharing the Z-drive and its monkey pattern with her, to show her that her talents needn't walk only one path. She's capable of a literal Spiderverse (Arcaneverse) of paths, and only needs the courage to shed old bonds and stifling identities and embrace it.
<3
Ekko coming to appreciate the qualities more pronounced in the Jinx of his world while spending time with AU Powder also further puts the lie to the idea that “Ekko loves Powder, not Jinx.” No, he loves Jinx, he just needed AU Powder to help him realize/remember that.
people are sleeping on heimerdingers song, especially the lyrics. the contrast of his hopeful song with jayce enduring absolute torment going through hell and ekko being trapped by the weight of everything he ever wanted was such an emotional gut kick
i went out for milk and ended up making like 6 new friends, marching in a parade, reuniting with one of my childhood friends, watched a drag queen eviserate a piñata and also forgot to buy the milk
im such a sitcom C plot character tbh
what do you mean they shot trump
"All this winter, I have been asleep." My lips purse, and I try my best to reach him when I say, "You woke me up." Amid the winter of her freshman year of college, a struggling Mikasa meets and befriends Eren Jaeger, a hurricane of a person, as he guides her through the profound lows of a life after trauma, as well as the exhilarating highs of first love.
chapter 13 | carmine
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Chapter Summary: Mikasa learns and grows through every experience she and Eren share-- including their first Valentine's Day.
Excerpt: As he begins the song, the strums of the guitar dance around one another, simple, but sincere. Passionate. Tender. Images come to mind-- not the kind that make me nauseous, or the kind that pull at the strings inside of my chest, but the kind that make me want to open my eyes and look outside. I get the childish urge to twirl to the sound.
It is the calmest, most contented thing I have ever heard him play-- guitar, speaker, or otherwise.

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"All this winter, I have been asleep." My lips purse, and I try my best to reach him when I say, "You woke me up." Amid the winter of her freshman year of college, a struggling Mikasa meets and befriends Eren Jaeger, a hurricane of a person, as he guides her through the profound lows of a life after trauma, as well as the exhilarating highs of first love.
chapter 10 | split
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Chapter Summary: Two weeks into Mikasa and Eren’s tentative relationship, Armin abruptly makes his return.
Excerpt: “I’m just being honest,” he says in defense. “I can’t help it if my feelings are cheesy. I want to hear your voice when you sing. I want to know everything there is to know about you.”
I stop, reaching up to kiss him briefly on the lips.“Someday,” I promise.
“Someday,” he agrees.
"You. Me. Mikasa. Diary. Roadtrip." After a nervous breakdown at his own graduation party, Armin has decided to avoid rehab and go on a road trip, by Eren's suggestion, to get to the roots of the question that ruined him.
35 | Epilogue
Syn: Over a year after the summer that changed him, Armin wonders at the people he and his loved ones have become.
Excerpt: As she babbles on, I watch her father and mother. I think of trains flying through the air, little boys made of fire, little girls in pale dresses, geese and playgrounds that turn into science labs and crushes that turn into sports and parties and first kisses that turn into tragedies. That turn into adventures. That turn into myths. That turn into Armageddons. That turn into adults.
I can’t logically wonder when this all happened, but nonetheless, I wonder.
Eremika Week | Day 3 | Honeymoon/ Protection
It’s sticky, humid in the beach house, and although Eren is sure the love of his life isn’t helping, he can’t bring himself to make her move from her head from its rest on his leg. It’s been some hours since they first left the airport, and even more time since the closing of their reception, but it is now, in this moment, that Eren can feel it beginning. His heart swells to impossible vastness in his chest, moving his fingers to trace the damp strands of her hair falling over onto the edge of the bed. Heat threatens against the backs of his eyes, but he refuses to let his vision blur. He wants to note this moment with total clarity, to savor it and lock it away for times in his life when he may need that extra dose of warmth. He wants to remember exactly how she looks right now, curled up at his side with her cheeks flushed beneath sweeping lashes, the lightest of smiles gracing her lips. “It’s starting,” he whispers to himself, releasing the heaviness in his throat with a grin. “What’s starting?” she asks, eyes fluttering open to look at him. He is somewhat startled to hear her reply, but he answers her nonetheless. “The real adventure,” he says. “The rest of our lives.” Mikasa’s smile widens against his leg. She inhales deeply, exhales loudly. Clutching his fingertips and closing her eyes once more, she says, “Then let’s begin on a good note, Mr. Ackerman.” Eren kisses her fingers, then her wrist, then her shoulder, then her neck. Just before kissing her lips, he says, “I think I’m ready, Mrs. Jaeger.”
“You. Me. Mikasa. Diary. Roadtrip.” After a nervous breakdown at his own graduation party, Armin has decided to avoid rehab and go on a road trip, by Eren’s suggestion, to get to the roots of the question that ruined him.
CH 34 | Home
Summary: Armin’s journey comes to its end.
Excerpt: It wasn’t lying; it was choosing. Choosing to see things positively, rather than letting them destroy us with everything else.
Title: The Pelican Also Thinks It Was Eren’s Fault
Characters: Eren, Mikasa, Armin
Syn: A trip to the beach holds plenty of opportunities for things to fuck up. (Modern AU)
“Armin?”
“Yeah?”
Eren squinted against the brightness above him.
“You ever think about how pelicans have, like, jaw sacks?”
Armin turned to his best friend, looking only somewhat horrified.
“No. I don’t.”
“How about you, Miks?”
She didn’t even bother to open her eyes. “I definitely don’t.”
“Well….do you think they could eat a person?”
Armin returned his distressed gaze to Eren once more.
“No??” he responded.
“Then why is that one watching us like that?” Eren contested, pointing off to their left. Sure enough, perched on the pier was an unusually interested pelican, jaw-sack wobbling at the ready.
“It’s probably hoping we don’t steal its catch.”
“I’m thinking we’re its catch.”
“Being friends with you is so stressful,” Mikasa sighed.
“And when I save us all from the goddamn top predator of the ocean, you’ll be sorry you said it.”
“‘Kay,” exhaled his friends in unison. Nevertheless, Eren, brave and steadfast, did not relinquish his vigilance over the threat.
When sunbathing became boring, Armin and Eren went combing for shells, the former spewing fact after fact about the creature each abandoned shell may have belonged to, as well as the ones that were, in fact, current residents. Eventually, Mikasa caught up with them- mainly concerned that, with all the prodding he was doing, Eren was going to end up on the wrong side of some poor critter’s temper.
The tide came forward, lapping at their ankles. Their fellow beach-goers drifted away, one by one, until they had the shore all to themselves. Eren, in a lull of conversation, stole a glance at Mikasa, who returned his gaze suspiciously. Then, with a grin, he shoved his body into hers, shouting, “Beach tag!” before darting towards the pier.
Mikasa rose from the sand, dusted herself off, and shot off after him at a speed that could cut bullets. Beneath his growing sunburn, goosebumps rose on Armin’s arms.
He watched as she all but drop-kicked the now-screaming Eren, sending them both tumbling into the sand.
“Beach tag!” she declared, running back towards Armin. Breathless, yet still relentless as ever, Eren got to his feet and chased after her.
They danced in circles around their best friend, Mikasa teasing, Eren trying to outsmart her, outrun her, out anything her- and failing. Finally, to Armin’s relief, she led him to the water, where they stomped awkwardly as it rose to their ankles, and then their thighs. Eventually, once it had reached their stomachs, Mikasa submerged herself and began to swim away- at a speed that, naturally, would make a torpedo jealous.
Eren, never one to give up, swam after her. Armin simply watched, in utter awe of how one human being could move so quickly, and how the other could deny such obvious defeat for so long.
He then dropped his eyes down to his sand-caked toes, where little creatures sat in their homes, musing over the fact that, where Mikasa had the athletic ability of an Olympian and Eren had the persistence of a door-to-door salesman, his only real skill was knowing the proper name for each kind of shell they’d all come across. Remarkable, granted, but not very handy, and therefore not very impressive, he supposed.
Something slammed into him, and he swore he flew for a moment before landing in the wet sand, a beach crab scuttling back into its hole as his face landed before it.
“Beach tag!” called Eren and Mikasa in unison, giggling. Their laughter died, however, when Armin didn’t get up.
Eren bent over him, concerned. “Armin? You okay?”
“I need a moment,” Armin murmured, still in shock from the sudden impact.
“We don’t have a moment,” Eren objected. He grabbed him by the arm, pulling him to his feet. “Daylight’s burning, and we’ve got to make the most of our day. Let’s see how deep we can go into the water.”
“Eren-” Armin stammered as he was pulled towards the water. “You know I can’t swim.”
“You’ll be fine,” he assured him. “Just hold onto me when dog paddling doesn’t work anymore, okay?”
With the kind of trust that can only exist between people like them, Armin relented.
“Okay.”
Playing in the ocean could be fun, Armin realized. Not because fighting the frivolous physics of water was any fun in and of itself, but because clinging to Eren as he jumped wave after wave was, unexpectedly, quite the rush.
“That one was easy!” he exclaimed, laughing. They’d hardly hopped before the wave had passed.
“I think the ocean’s scared,” Eren agreed.
“Poseidon quivers before us!” Armin shouted.
Eren, in turn, yelled, “Fuck off!”- assumedly to Poseidon himself.
They soon found that the ocean wasn’t too fond of obscenities.
“That’s…..a big one,” Armin warned, pointing to the oncoming wave.
“We can take it,” Eren assured him. “Just hold your breath, just in case.”
“Alright.” He tightened his grip on his back. Eren tensed, gathering a breath, trying to time it with the wave’s arrival.
“On the count of three, Ar. One….two…...th- OH SHI-”
The wave slammed into them with the force of a giant. Armin instantly lost his grip on Eren, and he began to flail in panic, trying to discern up from down so he could at least get his head above water.
Eren, who’d managed to get a gasp of air between the current’s constant shoves, forced himself upward in a lull of waves, spotted his best friend, and made a beeline toward him, submerging himself once more.
Armin watched with stinging eyes as a figure took hold of him and hauled him upward. They broke the surface, gasping, and Eren struggled to sling Armin’s arm across his shoulders.
The two had just managed to stabilize themselves when they heard low roaring.
Armin looked to his right and nearly froze.
Eren looked to his left and began to drone nervously.
“......hhhhhhhhhhhhheeeeeyyyy, Armin?”
“Yes?”
“We’re…..really far from shore.”
“That’s the least of our worries.”
Oh, no.
“.....how big is it.”
“It’s already scaring me, and we’ve at least got a half-minute before it gets to us.”
“Can….can lifeguards see us out this far?”
The boys met eyes.
“MIKASA!!!” they screeched. “MIKASAAAAAAAA!!!”
Amidst their screams, a shadow fell over them. Armin turned back and squeaked, fingers digging into Eren’s shoulder.
Eren only managed to get out a quick, “IMFUCKINGSORRYPOSEIDON-” Before they were thrown underwater once more.
As Armin struggled to move in the direction he supposed to be upwards, he passively wondered if this is how he would go out. In the goddamn ocean, in the 21st century, likely not a mile from the shore. What an unbelievably stupid death.
He was all but ready to start demanding a better reincarnation when someone grabbed him by the arm and hoisted him up.
It was none other than the goddess herself, Mikasa Ackerman.
“Are you alright?” she asked him, draping his arm over her shoulders.
Struggling to do anything but breathe, Armin simply nodded.
“Good,” she sighed. “Because, once we get to shore, I’m kicking your ass.”
“What...about…”
“Eren is getting back to land on a boogie board. Alone.”
“Mikasa….it’s dang-”
Mid-sentence, Armin realized how calm the water had actually become. Flabbergasted, he turned back to Mikasa, who had already begun to head to shore.
Even Poseidon feared the Ackermans, he guessed.
A few minutes after they’d managed to reach land, Eren washed up at the water’s edge, heaving breaths as sand soaked his cheeks.
Having already regained her composure, Mikasa shot a searing glance at him from above her sunglasses.
“Enjoy your trip?”
“I hate the ocean,” Eren croaked. He pointed an accusing finger at her. “And you are the cruelest being known to mankind. I can hardly fucking move my legs.”
“But did you die?”
Reasonably, that shut him up. Mikasa relaxed into her chair, adjusting her sunglasses.
“We leave in fifteen minutes, by the way.”
Eren and Armin shared a glance. “Good,” they chorused.
From atop the pier, the same pelican from hours before took notice. Eren, who swore he could hear it laughing at them, flipped it the proverbial bird.
“Nothing like a good meal after a near-death experience.”
“Oh, please,” Mikasa scoffed. “You two would’ve been perfectly fine.”
“I don’t know, Mikasa.” Armin swallowed his bite, covering his mouth with one hand as he spoke. “If you hadn’t gotten to us in time, there’s no telling how long we might’ve lasted.”
“Speaking of which, Eren?”
“What?”
She pointed at him. “You’re paying. For all of us.”
His shoulders slumped. “Oh, come on!” he complained. “I already had to boogie board myself back to shore, after almost drowning! I mean- Armin was there, too!”
“And who dragged him there?” Armin mused.
“Hey,” Eren argued, “you never said no.”
“Unenthusiastic consent is not consent, Eren.”
“He’s right,” Mikasa agreed. “This was your fault. You’re paying meals and gas money the rest of the way home.”
“Fine,” Eren conceded. “Under one condition.”
“What.”
“My mom never hears about this.”
Mikasa squinted. “We’ll see,” she said, sipping her tea.
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Title: Dust to Dust
Pairing: Ladybug/ Chat Noir
Syn: A party of one isn’t much fun.
It’s very quiet out, and very late. Paris’s Messiah, the Ladybug herself, sits on a silent rooftop with her legs folded and her arms crossed around them, her chin resting atop one knee. She thinks about how she can feel autumn’s chill on her mouth, but nowhere else. She thinks about how she traded patrol shifts with Chat Noir this week because of her developing habits of insomnia, and the increasingly suffocating air of her room. She thinks about how the idolized hero of the city is really just a vessel for something greater, a tired girl wearing magical armor in place of the coat everyone else has.
Someone drops down beside her, almost soundless in his landing. Nevertheless, she knows he’s there.
“You know, My Lady, I could’ve done this myself.”
She buries her mouth into her arms. “You always take the night shifts,” she tells him. “I just figured it was only fair that I take a few.”
“Ah, but something tells me it’s not so much about fairness. My kitty senses are picking up some insomnia. Maybe a bit of melancholy.”
She glances at him, frowning. “What do you mean?”
Taking a seat beside her, he says, “I mean that you wanted an excuse to go out and mope around. Am I right?”
“I’m sorry, but I am not-”
“It’s all fine, LB. It’s exactly what I do on these shifts.”
That silences her. She can’t quite imagine Chat Noir….moping.
“Anyway, I meant to say that you don’t have to do it alone. We’re partners, remember?”
Her frown deepens. “I think we have very different ideas of what that means.”
“No,” he argues. “I don’t think we do.”
“I mean, for one thing, I don’t think you’re obligated to stay with me during a night shift just because we’re partners.”
“I know,” he says. “Neither do I.”
She gives him a troubled look. “Then why find me? Why stay?”
“Well,” he reasons, “because I want to. And because you’re no more obligated to be alone than I am to stay with you.”
“Oh,” she says.
“And, you know, maybe I want to mope, too. Maybe I like my night shifts.”
She turns her entire head to look at him, laying it across her arms. “I can understand that.”
He mimics her position and tries for a soft smile. “And I’ve only ever wanted you to understand.”
They lock eyes for a moment, and it feels continuous and eternal when she returns his smile. Eventually, she feels vulnerable and embarrassed, so she drops her gaze to the cement they sit on.
“What do you normally do?” she asks. “When you mope?”
“I just think,” he says. “Maybe sing a little tune. Fall in love, a little, with my own loneliness. Throw a nice little pity party.”
“Am I invited to this party?”
He smirks. “Do you pity me?”
“In some ways,” she answers with a reciprocating simper. “But mostly, I’m just jealous.”
“Jealous?” he scoffs.
“Mm-hm. Jealous.”
“Of what?”
“Your party.” She raises her eyebrows. “You throw better pity parties than I ever could.”
At this, he chuckles. “I can’t tell if that’s a compliment or a jab.”
“Oh, it’s definitely a compliment,” she assures him. “I didn’t even know what a good pity party was like until tonight. And I have to say, I’m having a great time.”
“Glad to hear it. You’re a perfect guest.”
“So I’m invited?”
“I came to you, didn’t I?”
“I guess you did,” she says. “Thanks.”
They fall into silence. Internally, Chat Noir laughs at the notion- Ladybug, jealous of him, of all people.
Still, he knows, he can’t fault her. She has no way of knowing just how dead these night shifts really are, without her around. Of knowing that this is his first good pity party, too.
Sometime later in the night, far later than either of them knows is necessary, Ladybug rests her head on her partner’s shoulder.
“I’m glad you came,” she tells him quietly.
He wraps an arm around her, resting his head on hers.
“Me, too,” he says.
Prompt 86- I got you a present.
Title: Of Brithday Gifts and Certain Death
Syn: It is supposedly Armin’s birthday. Eren, as usual, makes mistakes.
“Happy birthday!”
Armin frowned at his best friends, who had just sprung out from behind the living room couch upon his arrival.
“Thanks,” he said, the pointedness of the expression lost to its recipients.
“You’re welcome!” Eren chirped. “You wanna see your present?”
“I’ll pass.”
“Excellent, just come wi-” he stopped. “Wait, what did you just say?”
“He said he’ll pass,” Mikasa told him.
“But…..why?”
Armin gave him yet another pointed expression in response. The pointedness was received, but not understood.
“I’m not in the mood,” he said, turning brusquely into the hallway, where his door all but slammed shut behind him.
Eren sadly put a paper party horn to his lips and blew. Mikasa, resting a reassuring hand on his shoulder, blew a party horn of her own comfortingly.
“What do you think is up with him?” he asked her.
“He’s probably just tired,” she told him. “Might’ve been a long day at the bookstore. I can talk with him for you, if you want.”
“No, that’s fine. I’ll do it.”
Mikasa gave him a look.
“What?” he asked.
“No offense, Eren,” she said, “but you’re not the best with one-on-ones.”
“I am too,” he objected. “Remember when Annie was really down and I went in to talk to her?”
“She was having a migraine, and you kept knocking on her door. Loudly.”
“So?” “Even when she obviously didn’t want to talk at all.”
“And?”
“She beat you up.”
“Well she felt better afterwards, didn’t she?”
“Because you were unconscious, yes.”
“Anyway, the point is, I can make people feel better. And Armin should be having a good birthday, so I’m going to make it a good birthday. Watch me.”
He rose, smug as all hell, and Mikasa observed as he sauntered down the hallway and straight into his doom.
“Close the door behind you.”
Eren took a double-take at the scene before him.
Armin sat in his crappy swiveling desk chair, legs crossed beneath a steeple of fingers whose pinnacle sat directly between two dead, icy blues.
Eren gathered his courage.
“Hey…...Arm-”
“Have a seat.”
Confused, Eren glanced around himself. No seat in sight. Armin’s bed was all the way across the room, behind him.
“Do you have an extra chair, or-”
“Sit on the ground like the plebeian you are.”
Oh. He was dealing with this Armin tonight.
As he often did, he found himself wishing he had listened to Mikasa.
“Now,” said the Dark Lord, “Let me ask you a few questions.”
Quietly, Eren said, “Okay.”
“First of all, Eren. What day is it?”
Eren furrowed his brow. “Friday?”
“Friday the what, Eren?”
“The…...third?”
“Of?”
“November?”
Armin held the pause that followed, filling it only with the scrutiny of his relentless gaze. Eren wanted nothing more than to stare at his hands in that moment, but he knew that to break eye contact was to step on the landmine he had, seemingly, found himself near.
Finally, when Eren felt as though he was about to crumple under the pressure the silence held, Armin continued.
“You’re positive about that?”
“About what?”
“Today’s date.”
And, almost immediately, Eren knew: he’d fucked up.
“Just tell me what day it actually is,” he sighed, “so I can get a good idea of how exactly screwed I am.”
“It is November 17th, I’m taking my gift, and I advise you to pack your bags.”
“Pack my...bags?” Eren went pale. “You’re going to run me out of the country?!”
“Not necessarily. But you are in for one hell of a guilt trip.”
“Oh.”
“Yeah. That was the-”
“Yeah, okay, I get it now. Clever.”
“Thank you. Now leave.”
Eren left, and spent the rest of the month moping over his best friend’s infamous silent treatment, without so much as a Mikasa to comfort him, as she had been taken by the birthday boy and convoluted to his sadistic will (i.e., Armin hogged her attention because it rubbed salt in Eren’s wounds).And from then on, he never lost track of the days again, for fear of permanently losing Armin to his own petty nature.
The End.
AN: A belated birthday gift for @sonderous-opia. I’m sorry it’s so late!! (this was my way of making fun of myself, lol. Feel free to go Dark Armin on me). Still, I hope you enjoyed it. Happy birthday, hon!
Title: Mon Étoile, Ta Promesse
Pairing: Marinette/Chat Noir
Synopsis: Not everything has to be a secret, Marinette finds.
“Shooting star. Make a wish.”
Marinette made a wish.
Chat slid curious eyes over to her. “What’d you wish for?” he asked, a small smile lighting his mouth.
She shook her head; she had seen that question coming from a mile away.
“You’re not supposed to tell,” she reminded him with a chuckle. “Otherwise, it won’t come true.”
He scoffed, impatient as ever. “I’ve never believed that crap. Why would telling someone what you want make it any less likely to happen?”
“Well,” she reasoned, “maybe the Universe doesn’t like letting people in on its secrets. Especially nosy, loudmouthed kitties.”
“I’m not nosy,” he insisted. “I’m just curious.”
“And what did curiosity do to the cat?”
“Not anything satisfaction couldn’t help, from what I hear.”
“I don’t know, Chat. Sometimes, you don’t get the answers you’re looking for.”
He shrugged. “I mean, any answer is fine in my book.”
Curiously, Marinette tensed a little. “Well, sometimes, there isn’t an answer at all.”
“But isn’t that an answer in itself?” He gave her an inquisitive look; she didn’t meet his eyes. “Is something wrong?”
“Nothing’s wrong,” she told him, her words quiet.
“You’re a terrible liar, Princess.” Ruefully, he smiled at her again, reaching a hand to rest on her shoulder. “Come on. What’s bothering you?”
“I’ve just been thinking,” she said. “A lot.”
“As you do,” he pressed.
“And, I don’t know. I get…..scared. Sometimes.”
“Scared?” He moved closer, examining her expression. Her arms drew in around her torso as he did, and he froze, frowning. “What could possibly scare a girl like you?”
She snorted. “Oh, lots of things. Lots of people.”
“Like?”
“Well.” She kept her eyes fixed on the horizon, a sea of black and gold winking at her from its vast distance. It jeered at her, laughed, and she felt so small. “Like you,” she said.
And at this, Chat Noir couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Me?” he snickered. “Your friendly neighborhood Cat Man, bringer of justice and bad puns? That scares you?”
“Not that,” she assured him with a light smile of her own. “Just the fact that...well. The fact that I care about you. That scares me.”
“Hey,” he said, pulling her to his side. “If it helps any, I care about you too.”
“That helps a little,” she admitted.
“Am I less scary now?”
“Definitely,” she conceded, relaxing into him.
A breeze passed through them, warm with the city’s collective breath, and he said, “I hope you wished for peace of mind.”
“And what if I didn’t?”
“Then I’ll just have to wish it for you.”
With a giggling hum, she planted the most fleeting of kisses on his cheek.
“That’s sweet, Chaton,” she told him. “But I thought we agreed that saying it out loud isn’t a good idea.”
Chat grinned, all black, gold, and pink. “Well, I guess the Universe is just going to have to get over itself,” he said. “Because it’s going to come true.”
Marinette could have come up with a thousand quips to mask the warmth in her chest that his words brought, but her voice couldn’t seem to function properly. So instead, she opted to tousle his hair, hooking one arm around his waist.
“If you say so,” she finally sighed. His arm securing itself around her shoulders told her, I know so.
She looked back out into the night, where the city, for a moment, seemed to hold its peace.
AN: We can all just safely assume that Chat drops by Mari’s place to chill regularly, right? Right.
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“You. Me. Mikasa. Diary. Roadtrip.” After a nervous breakdown at his own graduation party, Armin has decided to avoid rehab and go on a road trip, by Eren’s suggestion, to get to the roots of the question that ruined him.
CH 33 | The Final Question
Summary: Armin, Eren, and Mikasa make one final stop at Armin’s aunt’s house for the night. He is left with a final, pointed question- the only one that matters, he decides..
Excerpt: I could tell, by the purse of her lips as they finished forming the question, that she saw it all. Every bruise, scratch, scar, and burn I’d earned on the road and in that house. She saw worlds destroyed and created, people coming and going, loving and abandoning me, hating me, making me hate them, feelings so unbearably overwhelming they almost killed me in the best way, in the worst way. She saw the incredible and the terrible and the funny and the solemn, the exhaustion brought from the laughter, the sobs, and the silence. The late night adventures, and the midday dreams.
She saw the myth recycle itself, over and over, until it became a mosaic of its own story. She saw everything.
“You. Me. Mikasa. Diary. Roadtrip.” After a nervous breakdown at his own graduation party, Armin has decided to avoid rehab and go on a road trip, by Eren’s suggestion, to get to the roots of the question that ruined him.
CH 32 | Inevitable, Impossible Reconstruction
Summary: Slowly but surely, Arrmin re-discovers his relationship with his best friends.
Excerpt: No, rather than coherent trains of inner dialogue and analysis, the mild silences in the Jaegermobile were filled with formless thoughts that plagued me, visions and daydreams and memories. What’s the point, much like a formidable archnemesis, would occasionally taunt me from a distant point in the air, but for the most part, my head would suffocate in images of Annie and her house.