#bthate

me writing chapter 14 of bthate

Nothing better to do with your time than shit on a blog that supports people who were abused, manipulated, and sexually harassed by members of a shitty band, huh? You piece of shit. Get a hobby. Or at least a better one.

I am tired of people like you who think the people who like the band are more important than the people who were hurt by them.

Paris was going up in flames.

The City of Light was brighter than ever before. Fires everywhere were burning houses and stores down to the ground. Hundreds of people were running in the streets, seeking refuge or trying to help the unfortunate ones. Sirens could be heard from everywhere over the sound of the screams, tears, and prayers.

Only a week ago, Hawkmoth had promised chaos. “Ladybug and Chat Noir,” he had said, “if you don’t give up immediately, I will bring Hell here and the only thing left will be the ashes of those you failed to protect.”

They all took it as an empty threat. The words of a desperate man. After all, Hawkmoth was well known for his dramatics.

Unfortunately, he hadn’t been exaggerating this time.

This akuma was the strongest one he’d ever sent. It called itself The Angel of Darkness. Standing at almost nine feet tall, he was clad in all black, from his boot to his cape and feather wings. The only color came from the flaming halo over his head.

In mere minutes, Paris had been turned into Pandemonium. The smoke in the air was so dense that breathing was near impossible and even though it was the middle of January, the fires made it feel like a hot night of July. But worse than all, the red sky that seemed to be bleeding alongside the victims who were dying left and right in the streets.

The whole team had been called to help. They had put up a good battle, but it hasn’t been enough. After almost four hours, the only ones still standing were Ladybug, Chat Noir, Carapace, and Rena Rouge. The others were either hurt or their kwamis were too exhausted to fight.

They meticulously moved the combat into a street that had been completely evacuated. They could see that The Angel of Darkness was growing tired, or at least bored with the confrontation. But instead of getting weaker, he was more aggressive. He wanted it all to be over and didn’t even care about the miraculous anymore. In a fit of rage, he threw a ball of fire directly at Chat Noir.

“Chat Noir!” Ladybug screamed when he disappeared behind some debris.

She was pretty certain that her heart had stopped beating.

No, no, no, no…

“I’m fine!” he yelled back a second later and she breathed again. “It didn’t touch me!”

She glanced at him, making sure that he was indeed fine, then at Rena and Carapace. Her best friends. She was worried. Their attacks were getting progressively weaker and their reactions, slower. They wouldn’t be able to fight like this for much longer. She already had to run away and detransformed four times to feed Tikki and none of her lucky charms had worked. Same with Chat. No matter what he cataclysm, nothing happened. They were running in circles.

She couldn’t help but worry about what was gonna happen. Viperion, Ryuuko, and Vespina were already in terrible shape. She couldn’t risk another one of them getting hurt…

Once again, she looked at her partner. Even covered in ashes, he was breathtaking. She thought about the previous night and the kiss they had shared. They were at their spot, on a rooftop with a perfect view of the Eiffel Tower. He was laughing about something she had said and seemed so happy, his skin glowing with the last rays of sunset. She realized at that moment that she couldn’t fight her feelings any longer and kissed him, somewhat surprised by her own move, even though she had wanted to do this for a while now. After all, their relationship had changed so much over the past few weeks…

Chat’s initial reaction was to freeze, certainly even more shocked than she was. But only a few seconds later, he was moving against her lips with the same urge, the same passion, his hand cupping her face oh so delicately. It had felt so … natural. Like they were meant for each other.

And they were.

No, she couldn’t risk him. She couldn’t risk any of them. They had to end this. Now.

“Ladybug, please tell me you have another plan!” Carapace said after coming back from recharging.

“I’m thinking!”

They fought for a couple more minutes before she noted something they hadn’t seen before. Thanks to Chat’s last attack, the armor protecting The Angel of Darkness had slightly cracked, exposing a small part of his chest and the top of a tattoo. It was barely noticeable, but Ladybug was certain it was a little candle. It explained why her first lucky charm had been a candle snuffer!

“His tattoo!” Ladybug exclaimed. “Right near his heart!”

“LB, that’s his skin, I can’t use my cataclysm directly on him…”

She froze. He was right, of course. She was about to backtrack, to try and figure out yet another plan, when Rena, breathless, turned around and screamed out of exhaustion at Chat Noir: “Oh because you have a better idea?”

“Maybe we could—Attention!”

Mere seconds before it touched the girls, Chat Noir and Carapace jumped in front of them and pushed them out of the way of a new fireball. Ladybug’s eyes met Chat’s and understanding passed between them as they held one of their silent conversations.

“OK, we’re doing this,” he finally said, his eyes unconvinced and his trembling arms still holding her close. “Your lucky charm will repair everything anyway, right?”

Ladybug immediately noticed how desperate he looked. The way his eyes were searching hers, begging for reassurance. Please, he seemed to say, don’t make me a murderer.

“Of course,” she answered.

She persuaded herself that it was the truth, although she still wanted to backtrack and find another plan. Anything else, really. Because even though she knew her lucky charm would bring everything back to normal, Chat would always remember that no matter what, he had killed the men. And she knew without a doubt that it would haunt him for the rest of his life.

Seemingly sensing Ladybug's hesitation, Rena Rouge affirmed, “We really don’t have a choice, guys. We have to do this.”

Chat Noir simply nodded, his arms leaving Ladybug. Without his touch, she suddenly felt panic wash over her as if she knew something horrible was about to happen. But instead of focusing on what was probably the beginning of an anxiety attack, she shook her head and squared her shoulders. She couldn’t think of this now. She would have all the time in the world to regret her decisions. Right now, she had a fight to win and people to save. Paris was counting on her.

Ladybug looked around, trying to find a way to approach the akuma without getting fried. Moving to be close to him truly was a pain in the ass. And even worse, they were running out of time. Their kwamis were exhausted and they had less and less time between each transformation. Even her earrings had started beeping again, although she hadn’t called her lucky charm yet.

Carapace, Rena, and Ladybug ended up on rooftops, with the couple on one side of the street and their leader on the other. They were running and screaming at him, distracting the villain while Chat, previously hiding, jumped from behind him, his cataclysm ready. But just before Chat’s hand touched him, The Angel of Darkness’ face lit up with the purple butterfly mask and he used his attack one last time.

Everything then happened simultaneously.

“Lucky…”, Ladybug started saying, but she couldn’t finish the sentence.

The burning house next to Ladybug collapsed on top of her at the same time that the akuma flew away, leaving on the ground a dead man. The three other superheroes froze for a second, their eyes open in similar terror.

“Chat Noir, no!” Carapace yelled, watching as Chat ran inside the ruins while struggling to hold back his own girlfriend.

“Marinette!” Rena Rouge wailed, secret identities forgotten in the midst of the chaos. “Please, no!”

With all the debris and the smoke, they couldn’t see well when Chat Noir came back outside with a detransformed Ladybug in his arms. But they couldn’t miss the sound of the house exploding, or Chat Noir’s scream. A cry that would haunt them for years, so loud and so full of agony that it drowned out the sound of the sirens in the near distance.

Hiii omg thank you so much for your message. This is the sweetest thing ever. I’m so glad to know that you enjoyed BTHATE, even though you forgot to sleep haha!

Hiii, first of all, thank you so so so much, this is so appreciated 🤍

Hey guys! Quick message to let you all know that I’m pretty sick, so the update might come later than expected. I’ll try my best, but I can’t promise anything.

Just because you have not personally experienced any of the things we talk about on this blog, does not mean that these things are not true. Please understand, I am against slander and lies in all forms- I have created this blog purely to be a source of information for people who wish to know the truth, and a refuge for people who have already been hurt by members of that wretched band. If you actually followed this blog and read what we post, you would know that. 

It is very sad to still see people like you who insist on rejecting any negative information. We are not lying. I am sorry that you can not comprehend that. Happy holidays, anyway.