#blancfortune

She pulled away from the blonde, and gave a large, false smile. “Ahem. Sorry, Chlo, but I have to get out of here. I’ve been entirely traumatized by that horrible Agreste, and I need to go home and lie down! But hey, send me the project later, and I might look it over. Cover for me or else. Kisses!” Marinette tossed her hair, turning to leave the classroom. Honestly, some people were just too pathetic to bother with. Chloe was one of them.

She strode out, into the daylight. She knew she’d get in trouble if her parents found out she’d cut school, but that little do-gooder would never tell on her, would she?

“I might cancel your birthday party for this,” she heard a voice say… Mr. Agreste? “I thought I raised you better than this.” “Great. I’ll just sneak out and you know it, old man.”

Was… was that Adrien’s voice? Huh. She’d never heard him so… furious. Where were they?

“Then I’ll lock you in your room. I don’t like doing this, I hope you know that. As a parent though, I can’t let you think it’s okay to treat people like that.”

“Yeah, and I can’t wait until I’m eighteen and you can’t legally keep me in Paris anymore!”

The car. The voices were coming from the car. Wait, was it Adrien’s birthday? How… interesting. This could be a chance to cause chaos… AND annoy Gabriel Agreste. Anyone who her kitty didn’t like, she’d always be up to piss off.

So it was settled. She’d break into the manor, and throw Adrien the party of the century. A party that, knowing her, and knowing that brat of a boy, nobody would ever forget.

It's an idle question, on the roof of a building, as the sun rises. Curiosity, maybe, although she knows what he'll say.

"If I wasn't Ladybug, would you still love me?"

"Of course I would," he laughs. "You'd still be my Lady. You're my other half. We were made for each other, mask or no mask."

She grins, and grabs his hand tightly. "Do you promise, Chaton?"

"I promise." He winks. "Race you to the Eiffel?"

She shakes her head, leaping to her feet. "You're on."

She wins the race, as usual, and he laughs, bowing to her. "You're the best, what can I say?"

"Say you love me."

"I love you more than the stars."

She believes him.

...

They're sitting on her balcony and she's watering the flowers.

"You're so beautiful in the sunlight, like that," he tells her. "I love you so much..."

"If I wasn't beautiful, would you still love me?" she asks, raising an eyebrow at him.

"Of course I would," he smiles. "But you could never be less than beautiful, Marinette. You shine. You're caring, and kind, and strong. You will always be beautiful."

"If I wasn't though?" she presses."

He shrugs. "I love you, Princess. The way you look is nice, but it's you that I love," he says, and he strokes her face gently.

She believes him.

...

They sit in school, in the library.

"What are you drawing?" he asks, peering over at her sketchbook.

"I'm drawing you, so sit still!" she laughs.

"You draw really well, Marinette."

She raises an eyebrow. "If I couldn't-?"

"Of course I would," he cuts her off. "Honestly, Marinette, how many times do I have to say I'll love you no matter what for you to believe me?"

She bites her lip, looking down. "I'm sorry... I'm being stupid."

He shakes his head. "No, not stupid. But you should know that I've always loved you. I always will," he kisses her cheek. "No matter what happens."

She believes him.

...

They're in his room, and she hugs him tightly, as they lie in his bed.

He kisses her forehead, and she cuddles closer to him. "Adrien?"

"Yes, my Lady?"

She laughs, but there's something broken in her voice. "If I was hiding something from you... something bad, and you found out... would you still love me?"

He frowns at her words. "Of course I would. But what could you be hiding that's so bad?"

She clings closer to him, shaking her head. "Adrien, just promise me."

He sighs, and holds her closer. "Of course. I promise. I will love you until the day I die, my Lady."

She believes him.

...

He stares in shock as she approaches him, the city burning behind her. "Adrien..."

"Don't. I don't understand, what are you doing?" he shakes his head, stepping away from her.

"I had to... Adrien, I love you, so much, and they... they were going to hurt you, and..." she looks up at him. Miss Fortune's eyes are not blue, but grey. "If I wasn't good, if I lost my soul, would you still love me?"

He closes his eyes. "Of course I would," he tells her, taking her hand and letting the white sweep over his suit. "I guess we really were made for each other. Made into Fortune... and Blanc."

She looks on the verge of tears, and hugs him tightly. "Thank you..."

"I will stand with you forever. I will always love you."

The screams echo through the streets, but he doesn't care. He can't care, not when she's there, by his side, smiling so sweetly, so innocently.

"Thank you," she whispers, wrapping her arms around him, black hair streaked with white, fluttering in the wind. He knows he's just doomed the world. He knows he's lost his soul... but to stand by her side? To protect her? He's happy to become evil.

"I love you," he promises, kissing her hand gently. "Someday I will die for you."

She stares at him, and her eyes are so, so blue... so her. She tightens her grip on him, tears pricking those perfect blue eyes. "Please live for me."

"Anything," he promises.

...

They sit on a rooftop, and she shivers in the cold. He releases his transformation, to take off his jacket and wrap it around her. She looks up at him in confusion. "Adrien, what are you doing?"

"What, just because I'm a killer now I can't take care of you?" he laughs. "You're the one I became evil for in the first place."

She looks down, but he takes her face in his hands.

"Hey. Don't be sad, my Fortune. I love you. I'm happy to do this as long as we're together. I would give anything for you. This is nothing."

She nods, and kisses him softly. "You still love me?"

"Of course I do." He does, too, even if every time his white leather is painted red, he hates himself for it.

Thank you!! <3

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30:     “It’s not that hard a choice. I ask you if you want to live and you say yes.”

Gareki rolled his eyes. “It’s not that hard a choice. I ask you if you want to live and you say yes.” But Yogi didn’t stop shaking. “You… still trust me, right?”

“Of – Of course, Gareki-kun,” he replied, his voice still a little shaky. “But it’s still a needle. A big needle.” His gaze wandered back to the still warped equipment before it jumped back on Gareki. “I’ll always love you, you know that, right?”

“Yes,” Gareki agreed. “If this is done, we’ll get ice cream. So do you want to live?” His hand lingered lightly on Yogi’s wrist, rubbing it gently while Yogi worked up courage.

“…yes,” came the tiny answer. “…” He closed his eyes in defeat, but didn’t really relax for some time.

Gareki waited patiently, never stopping to rub Yogi’s wrist until he saw his boyfriend relaxing. Then he acted fast. So fast, Yogi didn’t even twitch – feel the needle. He set it down on the tray again.

“Let’s go then,” he told him, shrugging off the white coat. “My lunch break is only an hour.”

Yogi opened his eyes, blinking confused. “That’s it?”

“Yes, that illness won’t hurt you,” Gareki assured him. “Now what sort of ice cream do you want to have?”

Cauldron: What is your favorite thing to cook?

I really love food, so this is a very hard question. At this point, I’m saying curry, if only because I’m doing them a lot lately. Having free time and all. :D

Eerie: One thing that always creeps you out?

which episode ?

The Edogawa Conan Kidnapping Case, episode 43.

He gets kidnapped in it.