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cackling because i have no idea what choices i made to get this MC comment to happen but it did and i'm tickled over it!

GUYS IVE FIGURED IT OUT

The MarcNath Hexagon

So we all know how Ladybug/Marinette and Cat Noir/Adrien have a lovesquare.

Well because these fuckers have akumas and superhero identities, they have a love hexagon.

Behold:

Rooster Bold x Caprikid: They’re the most strange and shy with each other, but also very blunt and honest with each other. If that doesn’t make sense, basically they don’t talk that much because they’re always so busy with akumas and such, but when they do, their conversations are about them being heroes and the stress it causes and such. They strangely have the best communication skills out of all of them when it comes to actual emotions.

Rooster Bold x Nath: Rooster Bold is confident with Nath like how Reverser is, except he isn’t shameless and morbid and can get flustered at times, which Nath enjoys. Imagine, a superhero getting flustered over him.

Rooster Bold x Evillustrator: Ah yes, the classic enemies-to-lovers trope. Whenever Rooster Bold shows up to help the heroes defeat Evillustrator, the Akuma instantly puts on his gentleman mode and starts complimenting and flirting with Rooster Bold like his life depends on it, while Rooster Bold is just sick and tired of his shit and tries to defeat him (but he secretly enjoys it).

Marc x Caprikid: Caprikid treats Marc like a prince, and always knows what to say and do with him. Marc always gets flustered and giggly and such when Caprikid’s with him, because the hero treats him so well. Caprikid just likes to make him happy.

Marc x Nath: The classic best-friends-to-lovers, the MarcNath fandoms original ride-or-die ship. You know the drill and so do I. The two work on a comic book, get stuck together in a bunch of life-or-death situations because of akumas, and sin crushes on each other, but try to hide it the best they can. Luckily, Alix is there to stop them from being dumbasses.

Marc x Evillustrator: Oh, Evillustrator is definitely a yandere and will beat anyone’s ass if they even look at his sweet, precious, innocent Marc. At this point, everyone has learned not to come near Marc if Nath’s akumatized or else they’re dead, most likely quite literally. Marc gets easily flustered and surprised by him, and tries to prevent him from hurting anyone or destroying anything the best he can. And even though he is a little crazy, the dates he makes for them are pretty good, so…..

Reverser x Caprikid: They’re just constantly bantering back and forth, flirting, arguing and insulting each other while still fighting. But neither can manage to make the other flustered or angry and catch them by surprise, so they’re just stuck in a constant state of saying the most embarrassing, shameless things out loud while fighting. Ladybug has learned that if she needs a distraction for when Reverser is out, she gets Caprikid.

Reverser x Nath: It’s just Reverser being a tsudere and Nath enjoying all of it. Context:

That’s all you need.

And finally

-

It feels like the end of the world. Well, it is the end of the world, but not your world. Your world ended a long, long time ago. Your world always fades back with silver light, exactly as it once was but never the same.

Your throat feels completely closed up, blocked with the same dust that hangs in the air. You choke on the taste of copper in your mouth, and your windpipe buzzes in a way your brain registers as pain. It doesn’t hurt, though. Your back buzzes too, your knees, your ankles so hard you don’t know if your feet are still attached to you.

It’s quiet, and it’s still, which is perhaps the worst part.

A body slumps down next to yours, against the crumbling stone wall of a building that, at one point in time, somebody called home. This person wheezes. Their hands are red and dripping. Their hair is, in patches, either completely gone or matted together with grime. You turn your heavy head and their face buzzes like your body does. You can’t make out any of their features, not eyes nor nose nor ears. Regardless, you get the impression that they’re determined. Steeled for what comes next.

“We’ll get them.” they say. “Next time, we’ll get them.”

You sigh. There have been so many next times. There have been so many wounds and broken bones, so many final breaths and final goodbyes.

You let your silence say all this for you. Your head lolls down, and you see with mild surprise that you do, in fact, still have your feet. 

“Look at me,” They say, and their voice is so, so weak. How many times will you hear that, before it’s the last? How many chances will you get to throw away?

“Look.” They repeat, stronger this time. You’re resistant - you won’t see anything, their face isn’t there. They put up their hand for you to take, and as you intertwine your fingers the red on them smears.

“Next time.” They stare at you, waiting for you to repeat.

“Next time.”

A silver ship darts out from nowhere, and into nowhere, and you slump. The sun fades below the horizon, and so do the both of you.

-

Taako jolts awake panting. Everything hurts, it hurts it hurts it hurts, but he gets up anyway and hobbles to the bathroom. There’s a buzzing in his ears, deafening and absolute - he doesn’t have the space of mind to remember what silence is like.

He stares at himself in the mirror, stares and stares and looks for static. Her name is Lup, he thinks, her name is Lup and she is your sister. 

“Taako?” comes a soft voice from the bedroom behind him. He sighs.

Her name is Lup and she is your sister, and she is asleep two rooms over.

Kravitz slips into the room, clothed just in pyjama bottoms, holding a pillow he probably doesn’t realise he grabbed. “Taako, are you alright?”

No words come to him, although he tries his best to find some smarmy escape to get Kravitz to go back to sleep and leave him with his reflection. He just stands, leaning as much weight as possible on the counter, and watches the little crease between his partner’s brows get deeper, and his top lip disappear between his teeth like it does whenever he worries.

His name is Kravitz and you are in love with him.

He closes his eyelids, and finds he doesn’t want to open them again. He’s so tired, the bags under his eyes feel like ten tonne weights. He blindly reaches out a hand, and Kravitz is there almost instantly. He pulls himself to his chest and lets his flushed, prickling skin be soothed by the cool - but not cold - body that is acting as his lifeline.

You ever look at yourself and think “huh. You don’t look like a real person?”

Pride icon update ig the laziest addition ever shgsfdhjdsfjh but i have very little to no time