#━━ ✦ 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 * writing ‚ answered ask .

[ruinakete]

A kiss that says thank you / for Zelestia from FX Alear.

When her mother passed away in the fight against Sombron, the mage dragon became her greatest support. During the time of settling down to the role now hers and mourning the loss in the privacy of her heart, there were many people that relied on her Divine guidance and she couldn't let them down due her own feelings.

But Zelestia had always been there, its kindness being one similar to a mother's without being one when she no longer had one. Its loyalty towards her appreciated more than she perhaps let on despite showing her affection towards everyone she loved with all her heart.

It deserved to be told thank you, to be shown that gratefulness and today the Divine Dragon had decided it was the perfect day. With a purple windflower in hand and a smile on her face Alear approached it with warmth in her eyes. "Zelestia i got you a gift." She announced placing the flower in its hair.

The flower created a beautiful contrast with the yellow ribbons of its horns, she was glad to see this suited it nicely. That wasn't the only show of affection she had in mind, getting on her tiptoes the dragon places a gentle kiss on the others kiss and then moved away slowly.

"Thank you for being at my side." The Divine One spoke, the warmth of her blue eyes focusing on the floor below them before going back to the Mage dragon. "Since my mother and i welcomed you to Lythos you have been part of my family in both our eyes, but since she passed away you have been there as a pilar when i was still growing used to this role." The calmness she attempted to show to everyone slipped away. "If it weren't for you i'm unsure if i would have been able to stay strong all by myself."

Gloved hands found warmth in bare ones. "You deserve more than my thanks, i'm so grateful to have family like you, more than you can imagine."

ANOTHER KISS PROMPT ・ accepting! ( cw implied (?) engage spoilers )

HOW FRAGILE THE TURN OF TIME WAS, thought the sole mage dragon, stagnant in the absence of little else to tend or aid. hence, it aimlessly walked, peeking into storefronts and approaching humans as they went about their day, hoping to give its support wherever it could. after all, there was less else to do. gregory was off on a mission and, with him, took a good portion of its daily tasks. madeline would not be here at this hour, else it would have seen her already. and mauvier━━━

its ear twitched, prompting zelestia to turn at the sound of footsteps. of course, finally, someone needed its help! no more needless resting here or there or anywhere it could avoid.

"oh! alear━━━" bright eyes blinked, mouth agape and hand frozen where it had once been raised in greeting. still, zelestia had not moved when alear tucked the windflower's stem between its pale tresses; simply watching it from its reflection in her eyes.

mage dragon smiled sweetly, laughing as it ran its fingers through its hair, careful not to jostle the placement of the flower. "thank you, divine one. i mean this wholly! you needn't bother with obtaining the flower, but still, i'll wear it proudly. hm, maybe we can find a two-toned flower for━━━"

the divine's lips pressed against its cheek.

"━━━you... for me...?"

swiftly, its hand rose to the cup the skin alear had kissed. but, in its shock, she seemed to have a goal to-day; whether it be to weaken the mage dragon with tenderness or blur its eyes with confused tears. zelestia had not spoken, not between alear's pauses, not after alear showed the fruits of its aid, and not after her hands carefully took its' own to hold.

a gift and burden, its memory had not failed them. it knew of the time she was centering her gratitude around; the ache of all it had lost still tugged its heart into an uneven pace whenever it slept. though it had learned and loved and grew, there would always be an empty space where its family's roots should have blossomed; whether into a garden or grove, to bear fruits or flowers, the stones laid to rest would halt any touch of nature.

and yet, here zelestia stood, in the hands of another dragon that saw it as the family she, too, had been through a storm with━━━been through a storm for. the clenching of its heart was sudden, paired in time with the soft, confused noise falling from its quivering lips.

"i... divine one.... alear, you...." when its eyes began to water, mage dragon flinched to pull away, as if to wipe the sorrow with its hand. but, instead, smiling, it uttered a breathless laugh and bowed its head, bringing her hands up to rest against its cheek.

another laugh, brighter than the last, toeing the lines of falling apart. "please! i owe all that i have become to you and your mother. we are stronger together, as once said to me. and we've come a long way." its shoulders trembled. "thank you. thank you, alear. i am here because you allow it. and for as long as you keep me, i'll be your family and knight. forever and always! i promise."

and, unsurprisingly, once the vow left zelestia, it embraced alear as one would its own kin, giggling through the tears when its crescent horn nudged the side of her head.

[routesbond]

i thought they’d never leave. / yang for either lan or fei!

❝ ↪ @dangaer submitted an ask !!

" Yang! Do you want us to track them down? We can be reeeeal sneaky about it and they'll never see it coming! " She's the first to speak up, bouncing in total anticipation before the familiar touch against her shoulder causes her to stop.

" Lan, don't get too ahead of yourself, Yang would already have it handled if that were the case - "

Her eyes start to beam with child-like excitement, turning her attention towards the boss and bouncing. " You mean the boss secretly wanted them to be around?! Do you like them? They should come back then! "

Fei reaches for his sister's arm and tugs her closer, shaking his head before pointing out the very look glaring back in their direction.

" Let's just wait and see how this plays out - " he whispers before his own attention returns to Yang. " What purpose did they serve anyway? "

[jauneilles]

smooches her cheek (xoxo luka)

( unprompted asks / always accepting !! )

           ❝   H-Hey!  You  can't  just—   ❞  𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄  𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒  𝐀𝐓  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐓.  She  can  feel  her  whole  face  heating  up  and  isn't  sure  what's  the  worst  part  —  Luka's  audacity  or  that  she'd  liked  it.  Ridiculous.  She  wants  to  avert  her  eyes,  maybe  stalk  in  the  other  direction,  but  pride  keeps  her  rooted  to  the  spot.  Instead,  she  lifts  her  chin.  She  can  be  confident,  too.  She's  a  Bourgeois,  after  all.  She  can  be  anything  she  wants  to  be.  And  right  now,  she  wants  to  be  fearless.  ❝   You  could  at  least  take  me  on  a  date  first.  I'll  even  make  it  easy  for  you.  Saturday.  Pick  me  up  at  seven.  And  don't  be  late!   ❞

[motheruin]

EREMIYA ( EREMIAH ) AHAVA, has arrived at Garreg Mach Monastery!

#MOTHERUIN ━━━ private roleplay blog for Eremiya of Fire Emblem: New Mystery of the Emblem ( FE12 ); interpreted & loved by Elix ( 8TEEN / any prns ); affiliated with the Officers Academy as a faculty member.

NOTES ON PORTRAYAL.

with Eremiya being written after the canon events of New Mystery of the Emblem, the likelihood of spoilers appearing in her posts is highly possible. of course, I will tag all of the appropriate posts accordingly. the official tag for any spoilers will be # fe12 spoilers to avoid them.

hired at Garreg Mach Monastery as a counselor ( for the youth and seeking / troubled families ) and a dutiful church attendant, Eremiya arrives in Fodlan for a reason unknown to herself. though her heart yearns for salvation in the light of the archbishop; she is a monster that has not been declawed; the voice of Gharnef demands a second chance from his puppeteer. in the conquest of what? that, she does not know.

though the curse of corruption has been lifted from her mind, Eremiya is not a better person and, likely, will not be for a long time. the duration of Gharnef's hold on her has left a heavy impact on her physically, mentally, and emotionally. she does not understand the weight of her past actions, and after being alienated from the people she once loved, will not know how to fit herself within a community. her words are venomous and there is no denying the disdain she holds for everyone around her. let it be known that the development I have planned for Eremiya is based on time and will only be seen IC gradually.

likewise, Eremiya is a villain that will not be redeemed on this blog. I do not like how her character was handled in NMotE and, in the hopes of writing her properly, will not shine a light on the crimes she's committed despite the misfortune that was her backstory. I do not believe that Eremiya is a good person and would rather forgo any discussions on her "actually deserving more sympathy" or "needing to be treated more kindly". ( re; you being hurt in the past does not mean you can hurt people later and not face repercussions. does not matter if you were brainwashed or corrupted. ) this will be elaborated on in future meta and headcanon posts.

more minor than the previous bullets but I have written Eremiya as being dark-skinned. my actual edits of her FEH art will be posted or linked once they're done but, until then, feel free to ask me for the specific tone / shade her skin is. whether for descriptions, art, or just general knowledge, I do not mind! just remember to not reference her skin being pale or fair or light and we're good!

NAVIGATION ━━━ RULES; MUSE; STATS; INTERVIEW; THREADS; SUPPORT PAGES.

TAGS.

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ to love is to be deemed a ruination ・ 【 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 】 .

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ a forgotten sanctuary; an orphanage ・ 【 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐑 】 .

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ to appease the handmade goddess ・ 【 𝐀𝐍𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 】 . ( all answered asks )

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ in the hands of his puppeteer ・ 【 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 】 .

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ she; who motherhood must mourn ・ 【 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆 】 . ( drabbles of the muse )

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ she; the bishop known by her shadow ・ 【 𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒 】 . ( headcanons or meta written about the muse )

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ love is sacrifice; sacrifice is love ・ 【 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 】 . ( any quotes from literature that are reblogged )

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ the flaw we call memory ・ 【 𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃 】 . ( posts that are reblogged that were not written by myself but contain an interaction with my muse that i want to save )

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ mun; barely ・ 【 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 】 .

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ thread name ・ 【 𝐀 𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐃 】 .

♡ ━━━━━━ ❝ mission name ・ 【 𝐌𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐎𝐍 】 .

[rosewiltd-moved]

@zzozo​ said : [ steady ] :  your muse steadies my muse by placing their hands on their waist when my muse almost falls against them.  |  (  sexual tension prompts  /  accepting !!  )

                𝐀𝐔𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐍  𝐋𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐑𝐘  𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐃  𝐀𝐍  impressive  inventory  ranging  from  fiction  to  genealogical  records  all  the  way  to  city  ordinances  and  laws.  Corinne  would  have  been  certain  it  was  the  biggest  library  she’d  ever  seen,  if  she  had  not  once  visited  King  Adam’s  castle  as  a  child  with  her  father  and  seen  his  library.  The  memory  was  so  stitched  into  her  memory  that  even  now  she  could  recall  the  shelves  upon  shelves  of  books  in  neat,  orderly  rows  surrounding  the  entirety  of  the  massive  room  and  it’s  three  upper  floors.  Auradon’s  library  wasn’t  quite  so  big,  but  it  was  still  impressive.

                Corinne  had  told  Gonzo  he  didn’t  need  to  accompany  her,  but  she  was  grateful  all  the  same  for  the  extra  set  of  eyes  that  could  surely  help  her  locate  the  necessary  books  Jane  and  Uma  needed.  Records  of  city  ordinances  and  laws  were  shelved  at  the  very  back  of  the  library,  clearly  a  section  that  was  mostly  unvisited  if  Corinne  had  to  hazard  a  guess  just  by  the  amount  of  dust  lining  the  shelves.

                She  slid  the  ladder  along  one  particular  shelf  and  asked  Gonzo  to  hold  it  steady  while  she  climbed  up  in  search  of  a  particular  set  of  books.  If  they  were  going  to  have  this  fight  with  Auradon,  and  challenge  decades-old  laws,  then  they  needed  to  be  absolutely  sure  what  they  were  about.  The  easiest  way  Corinne  thought  to  do  that  was  to  go  to  the  source,  and  look  up  the  laws  themselves  in  the  record  books.  She  grabbed  a  book  and  handed  it  to  Gonzo,  instructing  him  to  set  it  on  the  table  behind  him.  And  then  another.  And  another.

                By  the  time  she  had  grabbed  the  sixth  book,  she  thought  she  could  hear  Gonzo  muttering  something  under  his  breath,  but  she  couldn’t  make  it  out.  Perhaps  something  about  all  this  reading.  Corinne  smiled,  regardless,  a  little  sympathetic  as  she  looked  over  her  shoulder  and  down  at  him  from  her  vantage  point  at  the  top  of  the  ladder.  ❝    I  told  you,  you  didn’t  have  to  come  with  me,    ❞  she  teased  lightly,  her  attention  quickly  returning  to  the  shelves.

                I  wanted  to,  is  what  she  thought  she  heard  him  mutter,  but  she  couldn’t  be  sure.

                At  last,  Corinne  grabbed  her  final  book.  She  handed  it  off  to  Gonzo  and  began  descending  the  ladder  as  she  discussed  with  him  how  they  would  go  through  the  exhausting  process  of  weeding  out  what  they  didn’t  need  to  go  through.  So  caught  up  in  conversation,  Corinne  didn’t  see  that  she  had  missed  the  last  step  on  the  ladder  until  it  was  too  late.  Her  foot  hit  nothing  but  air  and  she  startled,  beginning  to  tumble  backwards.  A  pair  of  hands  immediately  found  her  waist  as  Corinne  felt  all  the  air  rush  out  of  her.  She  gripped  the  sides  of  the  ladder  like  a  vice,  eyes  wide  and  heart  pounding.  Her  gaze  turned  to  find  Gonzo  had  stopped  her  from  crashing  to  the  floor.

                For  a  good  minute,  they  were  frozen  like  that.  Corinne  staring  at  Gonzo  and  Gonzo  staring  back,  his  hands  gripping  her  waist.  Then  finally,  almost  reluctantly,  he  pulled  away  just  enough  to  take  her  hand  and  help  her  down.  Corinne  swore  a  jolt  of  electricity  passed  between  them  when  their  hands  touched.  ❝    T-Thank  you.    ❞  She  bit  her  lip;  it  took  a  second  longer  than  necessary  for  her  to  let  go  of  his  hand,  and  then  the  moment  was  over.  Corinne  plunked  down  at  the  table  and  quietly,  but  earnestly  buried  herself  in  the  hard  work  ahead.

[jauneilles]

❛  if  it’s  all  in  my  head ,  tell  me  now .  tell  me  i’ve  got  it  wrong .  ❜ xoxo luka

( tswift lyrics / accepting !! )

𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐓, and if that sounds like a sentiment she's had before it's because it is and it's true. Only the most rotten boy in all of Paris would corner her on her way home from school and confront her about things she definitely does not want to face or even speak into existence. Not that this is the first time he's called her out, nor will it stop him from doing so again, she thinks.

( Their encounter in the park, when he'd outright asked if she had a crush on him still haunts her at night. )

He's the worst; especially because he doesn't even do it out of ill intentions. There is no accusation in his eyes. He isn't belittling her, which she would have found more bearable because then, at least, her anger would have been justified. It's worse than that. He's being honest and forthright, bold in a way that she has never been. She's only confident when she's being mean and snarky. Only able to showcase bravado when she's using others as a stepping stone, but Luka never falls for any of that. He never has. It's like he looks right past all of it, peels back the layers, until he just sees her. It makes her skin crawl and her face flush in equal measure. The only victory she feels in this moment is that his words give the impression he's been thinking about her as much as she's been thinking about him and that... certainly does something to her heart rate.

It could be a trap, her mind hisses. He's waiting for an answer, and it'd be a lie to say she doesn't have reservations. If she tells him the truth, she's opening herself up in a way she's only ever confided in Adrien. He could laugh at her. Tell her how ridiculous she is for thinking he'd ever return her feelings. And it would be a completely justified rejection. Chloé knows she hasn't been the best person, and though she's been trying to make amends, she doesn't always get it right. The thought of being rejected makes her want to scream. She deals with enough of that from her mother. She doesn't need to deal with it at school, too, where her social circle is already treading on a knife's edge. The only consolation prize is that he's an upperclassman. If he rejects her now, at least she never has to sit in the same classroom as him.

There's still a respectable distance between them, but when he suddenly places his hand on her shoulder, she's catapulted back to the present. It takes considerable effort to reel in the knee-jerk reaction to slap his hand away for touching her. Old Chloé would say he's wrinkling her designer sweater, but she's trying to be a different person. A better one. His face is still calm, but if she squints, she thinks she can detect a hint of nervousness. Well. At least she's not alone in that.

Chloé inhales, squeezing her eyes shut.

❝ You're... not wrong. There. Happy? Go ahead. Laugh it up! ❞

[jauneilles]

Zoe leans against the doorway, a mischievous grin on her face. ❛ You could get mad at me for coming in without knocking OR we can go shopping with mom's credit card. ❜ And she holds up said credit card between two fingers. ❛ Your choice! ❜

( unprompted asks / always accepting !! )

𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄́ 𝐖𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐁𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐃𝐌𝐈𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐃𝐍'𝐓 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐘 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐙𝐎𝐄́ 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍. It was difficult knowing she had a half-sister that, for most of her life, had lived half a world away — physical evidence of what her mother's absence had culminated in. She was still contending with that truth even now, though she had been trying to be a little less hostile in recent days.

The moment Zoé bursts into her room, there's a smart quip on the tip of her tongue. She only just barely manages to hold back when the credit card is flashed in the space between them. A delicately arched brow rises incredulously. Call her crazy, but she hadn't exactly pegged her sister as someone willing to spend money on their mother's card without her knowledge. She seemed too... sweet for that. It's positively diabolical. Something Chloé would do, and had done on multiple occasions before, to pick her mood up when Audrey saw fit to ignore her — which was often.

She lets that bitter train of thougth percolate for a few seconds before rising from the end of her bed, already slipping on her flats and picking up her purse. Her parents want them to bond? Fine. But they'll do it on their own terms. Nothing a little retail therapy can't fix, and it's charged on one of Maman's cards? Well, maybe the woman should have thought about that before flitting off to who knows where for the weekend. The card is plucked expertly from her sister's fingers as she strides past, pleased with the turn of events. ❝ Maybe you aren't a complete bore, after all. Let's go. There's a cashmere sweater in the Marais district calling my name as we speak. ❞

[jauneilles]

💋 ♡ @chataclysmic your choice of adrien or chat

( let chloé kiss your muse / accepting !! )

𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐀𝐍'𝐓 𝐐𝐔𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐍 𝐈𝐓 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐃, only that she had suddenly grown accustomed to Chat Noir's near-nightly visits. On the nights when she wasn't patrolling with one of the other Miraculous holders as Queen Bee, she'd sit out on her balcony and wait. Like clockwork, he'd show up. He never stayed too long; only a few minutes as he did his own patrols with Ladybug, but she liked the company. Some part of her wondered if he only checked in on her to make sure she didn't betray them all. It wouldn't have surprised her if that were the case.

Chloé had done herself little favours in fostering trust with her teammates. Between her tumultuous emotions, which resulted in either herself or someone else getting Akumtaised, and the number of awful things she had said and done over the years, she could hardly blame any of them for being cautious around her. But Ladybug trusted her enough to be Queen Bee again. And they all trusted Ladybug. So. For now, Chloé was an ally.

She was determined, this time, not to mess it up.

They had been talking for a while. Idle chatter that filled the void. Chat Noir was surprisingly easy to talk to, once she got past all of his annoying puns and flirtations. Chloé found herself opening up more and more, despite how little she actually knew about her teammate. But the little she did know, the little that he did reveal — sometimes on purpose, other times perhaps without realising it — she filed away for safekeeping. Kept them as clues to a puzzle that was slowly, but surely, beginning to take shape.

She had her suspicions.

❝ You know, this is totally unfair. ❞ She watched Chat carefully from his perch on her balcony railing, and when he didn't say anything, she barrelled on unperturbed. ❝ It's just... you know who I am. But I know so little about you. The real you, I mean. ❞

She could see his mind working, trying to come up with an excuse. A reasonable explanation for his reticence; but Chloé already knew the why. It was the same reason why Ladybug and Chat Noir hadn't known each other's identities for so long. And the only reason she even knew that much was because Marinette had told her. Marinette trusted her.

If she were still her old self, she might have taken this opportunity to be nasty and mean about his secrets. She hated keeping secrets and she hated people keeping them from her. But that was old Chloé, and she wasn't going to be that manipulative, self-serving person anymore.

Chat didn't say anything, but she noticed how his posture had shifted. Less self-assured as he folded in on himself, arms wrapping around his middle. She'd seen that posture before. Knew of someone else who did the same thing when they were upset. Chloé pursed her lips, took a deep breath, and plunged.

❝ Adrien... ❞ She was careful not to react when he did. Her eyes had averted, her gaze forward and resolute. She felt, more than saw, him jolt next to her. As if he'd been electrocuted. Gotcha. ❝ Adrien sits like that too, when he's upset. Or when he feels alone. He thinks I don't notice, but I do. I just... I don't know how to help him. ❞ Chloé made a show of yawning and stepped back from the balcony. ❝ I haven't been a very good friend to him in recent years, but... I'm trying to do better. And I would hope he knows he can always talk to me. About anything. Anyway... it's late. You should get back to patrol. ❞

Chloé turned, but instead of going back inside she stepped towards him. With more confidence than she actually felt, she planted a kiss on his cheek, just under the bottom of his mask.

❝ ——But that does go for you, too. I hope you know I'm here to listen if you need someone. I-I know I'm not Ladybug, but... well, goodnight, Chat Noir. ❞

[jauneilles]

❛ For now, if you feel like you have to keep the deception going, I am hardly in a position to contradict you. ❜ luka → chloé ♡

( the cruel prince prompts / accepting !! )

𝐋𝐔𝐊𝐀 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐅𝐅𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓 𝐑𝐈𝐃𝐈𝐂𝐔𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐁𝐎𝐘 𝐒𝐇𝐄'𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐄𝐓. Unlike most of the others at school, he didn't scramble to get out of her way in the hallway, or on a good day, offer to carry her books. Worse than that, he didn't seem to be completely enamoured with her by her mere presence in his boring, unfulfilled life. Didn't he know who she was?! In fact, Luka seemed to be completely unphased by anything Chloé did.

Not for lack of trying, though. She had, at one time, tried to make him angry. Had tried to push his buttons, poking and prodding so much that she ended up being more mad herself in the end than he was. Luka was, in fact, so calm as she threw a fit, she wondered if he even knew how to be angry. It wasn't like Juleka's quiet calm. Juleka was quiet to the point of painful shyness. Luka just seemed to be relaxed no matter what the situation was. Chloé would have been impressed if she weren't so annoyed by it.

They only ever saw each other in passing at school. At least at the start. Sometimes, on the rare occasion she could be convinced by Adrien to come hang out with everyone at the Couffaines — sit in on band practise, or whatever else they had going on — she'd stand off to the side and pull faces every time Luka so much as glanced at her. He always smiled, though. In that easy sort of way that got under her skin and made her want to jump into the Seine.

Do you... like him, Chloé? Sabrina had asked at one point as she caught the blonde staring at Luka's retreating figure in the cafeteria, timid because she knew that the other girl would likely blow up at the accusation. And she had. Of course she had.

Infuriating. Ridiculous. Utterly ridiculous!

That was how they ended up here. In the park. She'd bee-lined for him as soon as she saw him, a girl on a mission because there was no way she, Chloé Bourgeois, had a crush on someone like Luka Couffaine. Luka was strumming away at his guitar; blissfully ignorant — or, perhaps, choosing to ignore — Chloé as she went on another one of her tirades.

She paced back and forth in front of him, gesticulating wildly as she seethed.

❝ —— And Sabrina had the gall, the utter audacity, to insinuate I might have a crush. On you! Can you believe it?! ❞

Do you?

❝ Excuse me? ❞

Do you have a crush on me?

She felt the heat rising to her cheeks, though it was less fuelled by anger and more by sheer embarrassment at his forwardness to even ask. He was looking at her curiously. No thread of judgment in his expression. Chloé scowled.

❝ Of course I don't. Don't be ridiculous! ❞

Mm.

❝ I don't have a crush on you. ❞

For now, if you feel like you have to keep the deception going, I am hardly in a position to contradict you.

Chloé's hands balled into fists at her side. She stamped her foot and didn't care how childish and unreasonable it made her look. ❝ Couffaine... ❞

Chloé.

❝ You — You — I'm leaving! ❞

She stormed off without another word, barely registering his soft laugh and murmured 'See you at school, Chloé'. It wasn't until she was out of the park and couldn't hear the gentle strumming of his guitar anymore that she finally stopped and pressed a hand to her heart. It was thrumming so wildly, she thought it might burst out of her chest. Adrenaline, she told herself. It was just adrenaline. She did not have a crush on Luka.

❝ ...Ridiculous! Utterly ridiculous! ❞

[jauneilles]

❛ close your eyes and hold out your hands. ❜ / hehe

( 200 random dialogue prompts / accepting !! )

❝ —— What? Why would I do that? And for you, no less. ❞

𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄́'𝐒 𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒 𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖, regarding MK with no small amount of suspicion. He seems harmless. Still new enough to the class that he hasn't quite figured out that she's popular, so she'll forgive him for thinking he can freely approach her and make such demands. This time, at least. She glances over her shoulder to Sabrina, who looks about as apprehensive as someone about to witness a trainwreck.

MK starts to elaborate, prattling on about how he'd made her something or some such — to say that Chloé is barely listening is being generous, but far be it from her to refuse a gift from an adoring fan. Hm. Maybe he's not entirely useless.

Chloé holds out her hands and shuts her eyes.

❝ Look — whatever. Stop talking and give me it already. And if this is some kind of trick? You're dead, newbie. Is that clear? ❞

[jauneilles]

" I thought I told you that I don't need your help! " his tone is sharp, like a knife slicing through as he takes a defensive step back before turning his attention towards....anything else that wasn't her. " You're wasting your time, I know you're here because of your old man and mine, so you can quit while you're ahead. " / REVERSE ADRIEN TO REVERSE CHLOE LET'S GO

( unprompted asks / always accepting !! )

𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐊 𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐀𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐗𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍. Her hand, which had reached out to grab his own, hovers in the air before slowly dropping back to her side. Chloé bites her lip, feeling the sting of tears prickle at the corners of her eyes. But she won't cry. The last thing Adrien needs right now is her crying, even if it feels like he's drifting further and further away from her. Out of reach.

They used to be so close when they were little. She doesn't know what happened. Maybe the chasm had started opening after his mother died. Chloé couldn't pinpoint an exact time when things changed, but now it felt like an impossible stretch of distance laid between them — a distance she didn't know how to bridge, not when she didn't know what was bothering him.

If only she had reached out sooner. If only she had paid more attention!

❝ Adrien... ❞ Her voice is uncharacteristically quiet. ❝ I'm not here because of my father, or your father, or anyone else. I'm here because I'm your friend. I'm worried about you! ❞

[jauneilles]

❛ The point of Heroes' Day is for you to do something good for someone, Chloé, not your money. ❜ Marinette lets out a sigh, shakes her head, and gives an exaggerated roll of her eyes. Despite her exasperation, she strides forward to link an arm through Chloé's with a wry smile. ❛ Come on, think of someone you want to do something nice for. I'll help you. ❜

( unprompted asks / always accepting !! )

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐏𝐈𝐃. Not because Chloé didn't want to do something nice, but because — in all honesty — she didn't think anyone would believe she was sincere. She had been trying, really trying, lately to turn it around. She wasn't perfect ( as much as she liked to pretend she was ), and she had definitely stumbled along the way, but she liked to think she had made a little progress in mending the bridges she had burned. Chloé just hoped everyone else saw it that way.

Her scowl softened a little, morphing into something like defeat as she slumped forward with her head bowed. If someone had told her a year ago that she and Marinette Dupain-Cheng would end up being somewhat friends, she would have laughed. Long and loud. Yet, here they were, and Marinette hadn't begrudged her for her mishaps as Chloé tried to make amends.

❝ But — ❞ Everyone likes getting gifts! is what she wanted to say. Whenever she was sad or upset — which, in the past, had been pretty often — she could always count on her father spoiling her to curb any unseemly outburst. Maybe it didn't make her happy, true, but... it had placated her for a while. It had been enough, or she had thought so, anyway. Maybe Marinette had a point. And really, if she thought about it, the person she had been thinking of probably wouldn't have been placated by flashy shows of money. Chloé let out a breath. ❝ ...Fine. I... want to do something nice... for Sabrina. ❞

[jauneilles]

❛ what’s that smug look for? you think you can do any better? ❜ / SLAMS FISTS GIMME CHAT AND QUEEN BEE

200 random dialogue prompts / accepting !!

𝐔𝐏 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐍𝐎𝐖, they've been in an unspoken competition — slightly one-upping the other in their acrobatics as they trapeze across the city on patrol. For every leap Chat Noir does, Queen Bee goes just a touch farther, an inch higher; as if either of them need a reason to prove themselves to one another. Still, as Chat Noir narrowly misses slipping off ledge of a building, Queen Bee can't help but stifle her laughter.

What’s that smug look for? You think you can do any better?

Suddenly, their unspoken challenge is given voice and the blonde is more than happy to show off her prowess for just this sort of thing. A smirk pulls at her lips, stepping back as she stretches.

❝ Please — this is child's play. Step aside kitty-cat. Watch and learn how a real pro does it. ❞

Rolling her shoulders one last time, she waits for the other to give her some room and then she's running. Her feet lift off the ground as she reaches the ledge of one building. One leg extends outward, the other behind her, forming a perfect grand jeté as she soars through the air.

For a moment, it's as if she's flying.

Then, with all the grace that ballet has taught her, she lands one foot after the other on the neighbouring roof. Her face is full of exhilaration, adrenaline coursing through her veins as she takes a peek at her feline comrade.

He is, notably, silent.

❝ And that's how you do it! Impressed? ❞

[jauneilles]

hi, headcanon prompt time. what is the progression of chloe's relationship with zoe like? specific talk points, but feel free to add on if you get brainworms:

how did she feel about learning she has a younger sister?

how did she feel about zoe coming to paris (ie. did it give her difficulties when she was trying to learn to be Better™)?

how did she feel about zoe becoming the new bee?

how did she feel about being entrusted with the bee again after zoe had been established as the new bee (and sharing the role)?

how does she feel about there being two bees going forward?

unprompted asks / always accepting !!

Chloe has a lot of complicated feelings surrounding Zoe, especially in the beginning. Finding out she even had a younger sister that she didn't know about previously meant that she had to acknowledge her mother left to start an entirely new family. Chloe has always had a very distant, strained relationship with her mother, Audrey, in trying to live up to her impossible expectations; so finding out she had a sister living in New York just kind of added another layer to her already struggling questions of whether she was a good enough daughter.

I think that when Zoe first arrived in Paris, Chloe still would have been a little unfair and certainly jealous. She wouldn't have been as cruel, but there would definitely be feelings of jealousy and comparison — again, going back to the fact that Audrey left to create this other family outside of the Bourgeois. For instance, in Zoe's introduction episode, I think a lot of Chloe's behaviour would have been relatively the same, except perhaps a touch less cruel, and that only at the end of the episode, and seeing the way Zoe was able to reach out and make friends despite trying to emulate Chloe, would have helped Chloe to realise that she, too, could still have a chance to make friends. And that, I think, would have been the start of trying to build the bridge between her and Zoe.

When Zoe became the new holder for the Bee miraculous, it definitely stung ( no pun intended ). In a lot of ways, Zoe is Chloe's foil. She has Chloe's potential for cattiness and meanness, as we see when she tries to emulate her sister, but she actively chooses — going forward — to be kind, considerate, and to not let other people dictate how she should present herself, even her family. These are all things that Chloe, herself, struggles with. She struggles to let down her guard and be kind. She struggles to live up to her parents' "perfect" image and reputation. She struggles to let people see her true self ( and it can certainly be argued that even Chloe doesn't know who her "true self" is anymore, either ). But, going back to Zoe being the new Bee holder, it kind of reinforces everything about Chloe's own struggles and why she decides to make a significant change for the better. She wants to be someone that can make and keep friends. She wants to be someone Ladybug trusts again. And yeah, admittedly, she wants to be the holder of the Bee miraculous again — she won't say she doesn't keep that thought in the back of her mind when she's trying to build trust with her peers again — but ultimately, as the story progresses and Chloe learns more about herself in relation to her peers, she comes to accept that Zoe is the rightful holder of the Bee miraculous.

Which is why, when she's presented with the opportunity to be the holder of the new, second Bee miraculous, she's initially in shock. At this point, she's made her peace that she probably wouldn't get that opportunity again, so to be presented with it and that a second Bee miraculous was even created for the purpose of Chloe taking on the role? That's a huge exercise in trust.

There is this fanart ( that, of course, I can't find when I actually need it ) and is actually one of my favourites and it perfectly illustrates how I think Chloe feels about taking on the role of Queen Bee again. It's basically her as Queen Bee standing next to Viperion and she's saying something like "I won't let Ladybug down again."

That's how Chloe feels. When she accepts the role of Queen Bee again, it's because she wants to be a team player. She wants to be someone Ladybug and the other holders can count on. I think, initially, it takes some getting used to, knowing there are two Bee holders going forward. This is Chloe, and at her core, she is always going to be a bit vain, selfish, and want the limelight. She's just learned to have more empathy and compassion for others along the way. But, at the end of the day, it's more important to Chloe that she was given this second chance as Queen Bee and she'll do everything in her power not to mess that up again.

[jauneilles]

❛ I was afraid you were dead. ❜ viperion → queen bee

the cruel prince / accepting !!

𝐍𝐎 𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐑 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐇𝐎𝐖 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐈𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐔𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐘 𝐁𝐄 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐎. Chloe had always seen the way Ladybug and Chat Noir would get thrown around like ragdolls in their endless stream of battles, but it never hit home that they might actually be hurt until she became Queen Bee and experienced the pain herself.

Launched through the air by the latest Akumatised villain, her back hit solid brick and felt it crack beneath the impact. Her head ricocheted off its surface, bells ringing in her ears. The world went fuzzy and colours blurred. Everything, from the top of her head to the tips of her toes, screamed in protest.

Suddenly, her vision was flooded with patches of teal. His voice was muffled, as though she were underwater, but the cool touch of his covered hand against her cheek as he brushed stray strands of blonde away and propped her up, slowly brought her back to the surface.

I was afraid you were dead.

Queen Bee groaned pitifully as she sat up and as the world came back into focus, she could see Ladybug and Chat Noir still fighting in the distance. They still needed her help, she was sure of it. Her ears were still somewhat ringing as her gaze landed on Viperion. He hadn't been part of the battle initially, so she could only assume Ladybug had called for backup when she'd blacked out. As Viperion pulled her to her feet, Queen Bee set her determined gaze on their target villain.

❝ No — but this guy is gonna wish he'd killed me after I'm through with him. Look at my hair! ❞

[jauneilles]

❛ you’re not a very convincing liar. ❜ ♡ luka

200 random dialogue prompts / accepting !!

I don't need anyone! she had screeched.

𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐄𝐃 𝐀𝐓 𝐇𝐄𝐑; like she was something worthy to be looked at, rather than like some villain out of a Saturday morning cartoon. In all her desperate attempts to maintain control, she'd pushed it too far and almost lost everything. As it was, Sabrina barely acknowledged her and Adrien wouldn't return any of her calls. Even her father was threatening to send her to a boarding school in London. Left with no friends and a tattered reputation, Chloe had hit her lowest point and didn't know how to claw her way out of the hole she had dug herself into.

As if that wasn't bad enough, Luka had caught her in a vulnerable moment where frustrated tears had sprung forth and overflowed. She had expected him to laugh at her, maybe tell her she deserved every bit of karma that came her way. He would have been right — a bitter thought that came to mind. But he didn't. Perhaps worse than that, he took up the space next to her on the bench and offered to hear her out. Like it was easy. Like they were actually friends.

Chloe threw herself from the bench as if she'd been electrocuted, manicured nails biting into her palms until she could feel the skin tear, screeching at him to leave her alone. She didn't need him. She didn't need anyone.

You're not a very convincing liar, he'd said.

He was so calm about it, so earnest that it actually made Chloe quiet. She stared at him for a long moment before her eyes narrowed into suspicion.

❝ Why are you here? What do you want, Luka? ❞