#someone stab me please. end this flutter of butterfly wings in my body

[hitsuackerman]

Hawkweed (Hawks x Reader)

Prompt: Hawks and you have known each other for a good 4 years till your feelings made you walk through a rather… difficult path.

warnings: FEELS, a little bit of FLUFF

word count: 2.8k (its a long one folks)

4 years.

This all began 4 years ago.

It was still clear as day. The moment you stepped into his agency via request of Endeavor. Such a new environment for someone who preferred working underground. Scanning the lobby, each person had been doing their own thing, there were always 4 or 5 people running from one corner to another; phone in hand and laptop balancing on the other. Fast paced agency for a fast paced hero. All too fitting.

“So you’re the hero Endeavor-san sent?” Hawks inquired as he offered you a chicken wing. The smugness of his features still manage to make your heart flutter till now. “Look forward to workin’ with you then!”

You knew he was a flirt. You knew he was cheeky. Endeavor himself told you to be careful of the #2 Pro-hero. Enji Todoroki popped in and advised you to be wary for he can, undoubtedly, pull and win you over with his cheekyness.

You listened. You tried. You really did.

Until that one time.

A month ago.

You two were doing paperwork in his office. Side by side. Nothing new, really. Over the years, you’d grown accustomed to all his antics. If it meant being a little closer to seeing his genuine side, the side which always fascinated you, you were willing to keep up with him.

“Ya know, I’ve known you for 4 years and you still manage to captivate me like those chicken wings from down the block.”

Those were the words. Those words made you burst into laughter at just how random it was. Of course he would say that. He was Hawks.

That was the same day where everything just… spiraled out of control.

That same hour, he had excused himself to answer a call. When he turned his back, you let out a small cough.

You know those coughs you have when you laugh too much? You thought it was that. Until, you felt something clog up your throat. Coughing a little harder, you felt a foreign resting on your tongue.

Spitting it out, a small quiet gasp escaped your lips.

The legend was real. Your world came crashing down at the realization that this would be nothing but one sided love.

A small petal from a Hawkweed wedged between your fingers, mocked you. Turning your head to the person still talking on the phone, your heart beat began to spike as tears began to well in your eyes.

This was a slap to your face. A harsh painful slap that the feelings you tried to push aside came back at you with a much greater force than you would have ever anticipated.

Blinking the tears away, you tucked the petal into your pocket and resumed the paperwork. Not a moment too soon, Hawks flopped into the cushion next to you. His arm draped on the sofa’s back.

“As much as I like workin’ with ya, I gotta scramble. Committee wants me to head over there.”

“Sure. No problem.”

On that same day, just as he was about to fly his way, before bidding his farewell, he playfully pinched the bridge of your nose.

Such an interaction would have made you feel little tiny butterflies in your stomach. No. You felt as if small thorns were playfully poking your insides. Almost as if, small needles were teasing your skin. Waiting for the perfect moment to stab you relentlessly.

When he flew away, you coughed one more time. The choking sensation there as you tried to let the petal out of your throat.

A week had now passed since that day. No matter how hard you tried, the winged hero always managed to pair the two of you together. You loved it. You really did. Spending time with him was all you looked forward to each day.

But now, seeing his golden eyes meet yours sent pain through your lungs. What started with petals now became small chunks of the flower. What began with a bright yellow petal now changed into red tainted ones.

“Are you okay, birdie?” Hawks asked. His eyes taking in your features. He wasn’t blind. He was raised this way. You had changed, he knew it. Your cheeks weren’t as fluffy as they were. The brightness of your smiles seemed to be hiding something else. The shine in your eyes seemed to dull. “You know you can tell me right? What are chickens for…”

Of course. He only saw you as a friend. Nothing more, nothing less. For the first time, you looked away. Focusing on not the pain but on holding the cough you wanted to let out.

“It's… nothing.” You couldn’t fool him. That tone of voice was not you. You knew too well that he could see beyond your actions. But this one was beyond explanation. Luckily, he just let things slide and proceeded to chat about his day.

It really was nothing. You inside the women’s toilet, crouched down while holding desperately on the seat, coughing harder than you’ve ever did this week. Your tears came falling down when you saw how fast the sickness was growing. Floating in the water, fully bloomed Hawkweeds stained with your blood.

The pain you had grown used to was now too much. Each breath you took felt as if more flowers were blooming for the sole purpose of suffocation. For now, all you could do was to watch as you turned into the falling Icarus.

Flushing the yellows and reds away, you stood up and composed yourself. Stepping outside the stall, you walked towards the sink. Your eyes stayed glued to the mirror.

Puffy red eyes. A runny nose. Blood stained teeth with a small petal clinging onto the corner of your mouth. Eye bags that grew deeper as the days passed by. It felt as if a stranger was on the other side of the mirror. A stranger who was in pain of unrequited love.

Another week had passed. By now, you were barely functioning. All you had was the constant aid of your close friend.

“Do you love him that much, (Y/N)?” Fatgum asked as he held your hair back. This was the 3rd time he saw you cough up flowers and vomit blood. This was the 3rd time he had to go on his knees to aid your shivering hunched over body.

“I can't…” That’s what you always answered. By now, each breath was sending ridiculous amounts of suffering on your end. “I love him too much, Gum.”

“You’re already coughing up fully bloomed Hawkweeds. You have more than enough to make a dozen bouquets…” He had to rub circles on your back. Once again, you coughed, choked, and puked out blood stained flowers. “You know how this ends, dontcha?”

“Then perhaps I’ll just have to watch from a distance. You know, I always found him beautiful. I’ve always been a sucker for flowers. I’ve always dreamed of kissing the person who likes me back…” You lowered your head and stared at the puddle of blood and flowers. “But having to remove my feelings for something as ironic as this, I can’t Gum.”

Accepting his hand, you try to recover your balance. Taking the handkerchief he offered, you wiped away the blood and swallowed the metallic taste down your throat.

“That’s why… When the time comes, please don’t tell him.”

All Fatgum could do was bring you into his warm arms. Sobbing with you and the painful end you chose to bring yourself. Ever since that day, Fatgum would have a hating for flowers.

Today was the day. You knew it. You had woken up due to lack of oxygen. In the comfort of your own bed, you had puked a valley of bloody Hawkweeds. For a solid 3 minutes, you felt what it was like to lose air in your system. All you could do was grab onto your chest and breathe through the immense amount of pain your lungs and heart bestowed you.

As in on cue, your phone rings with his name on the screen. Biting your lip, you took the device and let out a shaky exhale.

“Hey, chicken. You okay?”

God his voice was smooth as silk. Your tears fell once more. Why was he showing you care? Why did he have to constantly feed you the idea of hope in this tragedy?

“I’m fine, Hawks…”

“Have you been crying? Chicken, please tell me what’s wrong…”

“Really. There’s nothing to worry about…” You managed to hit the mute button. Another round of petals and blood exited your system. Don’t cry. Don’t let him know you’re suffering. Don’t ruin the friendship. Unmute. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

“I can pick you up if you wa-”

“No.” You had to cut him off. Your voice gave in and you knew he heard the crack in your voice. The small device on your ear was shaking from your hold. This pain crushing your lungs and heart was nothing like before. Still, you had to reassure him. “Please. I’ll be fine Hawks.”

You couldn’t take anymore. You hung up.

Putting your face in the palm of your hands, you sobbed and let go of all the sadness you felt in the moment. There was no sense of relief for releasing your sadness.

Unbeknownst to you, outside your window, a winged hero could hear your cries. A hero who was wondering why you would lie and choose to close yourself off from him. Knowing you hated it when he invades your privacy, he glides himself away with thoughts running in his head.

‘What did I do to hurt her?…' 

Hours passed. Each step you took, each time you flexed a muscle to aid a civilian, your vision grew blurry. For once, you wanted to drop being a hero and be saved. The look on the civilian told you just how battered and in pain you were.

“I don’t know what you’re going through…” She whispered as you put her somewhere safe. “But if it’s any consolation, it’s okay to be heroed every now and then…”

Were you that easy to read now? Thanking her for the comfort, you ran back to the site of debris. Trying to hold back another attack

Heading towards an area you hadn’t searched yet, you surveyed for any civilians but it seemed to be clear. In the distance, you heard the announcement that it was all over and each civilian was now safe and out of harm’s way.

Going back to the base, you stopped your tracks and clutched on your chest. The world around you was spinning. Dropping onto your knees, you gave in for another attack. There was nothing you could do. You had been holding it for the past hour and your lungs needed sweet release.

Flower after flower, you coughed and choked just to get them out. Your body barely gave you the chance to breathe. If not a cough, you were puking a waterfall of blood and petals. 

This was it.

Just when you were about to let go, a pair of gloved hands lifted your face.

A look of fear and worry etched on his handsome features. The way his eyes darted from you to the mess you made, your secret was now exposed.

“Who?” Hawks asked. His hands firmly keeping your face upright. “Who is he?”

“I can’t tell you, Hawks.”

His pupils shrunk and he grabbed a handful of blood stained Hawkweeds. Thank goodness he has zero knowledge of flowers, you thought.

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Please… Stop…” The care he was showing you only made things worse. There was no holding it in, you had to let it out. Right in front of him, you coughed a hundred bloody flowers. Tears falling down your face at the shame of him seeing you like this.

“Don’t push me away, (Y/N).” Hawks was now gripping your shoulders. “Let’s take you to the hospital, yeah? We can still make it.”

“It’s too late, Hawks.” You couldn’t find the strength to look him in the eye. Who knew that the last minutes of your life, you would deny yourself the pleasure to stare into the eyes you loved dearly.

“I won’t take no for an answer, (Y/N).” His voice was stern but deep down, his heart was racing. He just couldn’t imagine his world without you. Seeing how you coughed up petals broke whatever was left of his heart. “I can’t lose you, (Y/N).”

“It’s you…” Barely a whisper. All you could do now was to focus your breathing. Just until he knows you love him.

“What?…”

“These are Hawkweeds.” Despite the tears falling, you managed to smile. It was the most agonizing thing you had to do. Telling your feelings in the brink of death. “I guess there’s no use in hiding it now…”

You cough once more. This time you let out a scream of pain. This was it.

“I love you, Hawks. Always have and always will.”

Not wanting to waste any time, Hawks pulls you in. He could care less about the taste of your blood in his mouth. He could push aside the taste of your salty tears on your lips. But he would never forgive himself if he failed to reciprocate your love.

“You can’t leave me now, chicken. I haven’t even asked you out on a date. I haven’t told you just how much you matter to me. You haven’t even given me the chance to properly say how I feel about you.”

You finally meet his eyes. However, this time, you weren’t staring into Hawks, you were staring into the man behind the hero. The same man who intrigued you from the start.

For the first time in what felt like forever, you breathed in. Whatever gut wrenching pain you felt, slowly began to vanish. Your throat finally felt free from all the flowers you had cultivated in your system.

“You… You love me?”

“Maybe my flirting was a little too vague. I love you, (Y/N). I really did want to tell you and make you mine but with the LoV and the committee always behind me, I had to push it aside.” Hawks began to explain. “I wanted to tell you when things would finally be safe and we could freely do the things we want. Had I known…”

Rummaging for something in his pocket, your eyes widened at the sight of your (favorite/flower)’s lone petal.

“When did you…?”

“2 weeks ago.”

“So you mean to say…”

“We were dumb enough to let this stupid sickness bring us together.”

After 3 weeks of suffering, you finally laughed. You finally felt free from the tragically beautiful but ironic disease. Both of you finally felt relief wash your souls as the remaining stems withered.

“So watcha say, birdie? Wanna grab some chicken wings?” Hawks managed to ask. A small smirk on his face knowing things turned well in the end.

“The one from down the block?” The shine in your eyes were finally back and the thorns Hawks felt in his stomach were now replaced by butterflies.

“You read my mind.” Hawks winked. Taking his glove off, he cupped your cheek and brushed it with his thumb. “I’m sorry I inflicted so much pain. I had no idea you were going through it as well.”

“I’m sorry, too. You ended went through pain because of all these cursed flowers.”

“I’m guessing you’ll slap the wings off me if I buy you a bouquet of flowers.” The cheeky grin you came to love now on his face. 

“Damn right, Hawks.”

“Let’s cut the formalities. Drop the Hawks-oh and call me Keigo.” He gave you the finger guns. Something you hated but loved at the same time.

“I swear to the flower gods I wonder why I fell for you.”

“Well… We have all the time and chickens in the world for me to make you remember why!”

Pulling you back into his arms, you gladly hugged him back till you felt as if you were floating. Realizing the two of you were being carried by his wings, you couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief.

All this time, you simply needed the courage to tell him how you felt. All this time, you were not alone and your feelings were reciprocated.

Feeling his hold on you tighten, you breathed in the fresh air and the scent of something new growing between you and Pro-Hero #2.

4 years and 3 weeks. That’s how long it took for the two of you to finally start a new chapter together.

4 years and 3 weeks to finally hear the words you two longed to hear.

This was a rather unique start to the relationship but the two of you didn’t mind. Not one bit.

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a/n:

how do ya’ll like this hanahaki au? ive always been fascinated with this concept and this would have to be my first :’) hope yall are okay~ always a happy ending here in my account :’)

[fanarchoslashivist]

How about a RotG Ladybug AU?

Okay, fuck you for forcing me into actually contributing to this fandom, I absolutely did not have 5 million fic ideas to choose from and I resent you giving me the perfect excuse to do my MariJack brotp crack songfic that was never supposed to see the light of day. But since you are very obviously insisting I will, under duress, post the prologue to the 105% self indulgent “Marinette is adopted by the Guardians” fic. Recommended songs will be listed at the end of the chapters like ending themes. 

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“This is so unfair!”

It was only by the grace of several months fighting Akuma’s that Marinette didn’t immediately faceplant when her foot caught the curb, but she still went down hard into that shoulder roll. It hurt, a throbbing burn that pulsed in time with her racing heart as she ducked under the monkey bars and made a beeline for the park entrance.

“You have to clear your mind of negative emotions Marinette,” Tikki urged, clinging to her collar, “the Akuma won’t stop following you until you calm down.”

Tears of frustration prickled her eyes. That was easy enough to say, and easy enough to do the few times she’d been facing small immediate disasters in her life, but she’d come here specifically because she was HURT, because nothing was going right and it wasn’t FAIR, and she’d just wanted a moment, one quiet moment alone to just cry it out. Was she not even allowed to cry anymore?

“Marinette, I know you’re upset, but you can’t let your emotions rule you. Please, the Akuma is getting closer.”

She screwed her eyes shut and willed her legs to push past their lagging strength, the park seemed so much bigger in her panic, no it seemed so much bigger because she wasn’t in her suit, with its enhanced strength and agility. If she’d been Ladybug she wouldn’t have tripped on a sidewalk curb, she definitely wouldn’t have jarred her shoulder! She had been such an idiot coming out here as herself, as Marinette she wasn’t strong or fearless or capable. Marinette couldn’t even mope on a swing set without getting akumatized. It was no wonder everyone had bailed on her.

“Marinette!!”

“I JUST WANTED TO BE ALONE!!!” She screamed.

A chill touched her.

Cold, like ice, like all the warmth inside her was suddenly gone.

Was this what it was like? Being akumatized?

She turned to look over her shoulder and her foot snagged, because of course it did, she was Marinette klutz extraordinaire, and this time there was no recovery. She tried, it was instinctual to at least try, but her body had been turned to look behind her and time just didn’t work like that, reflex didn’t work like that, and without her suit her muscles certainly didn’t work like that.

She went down hard, skidding through the line of trees, hands out to catch her taking the bulk of the impact and scrapping from palms to elbows in the packed dirt. Her hip caught on the protective fencing on the closest tree.

She lay there a moment, breathing heavy and shivering, eyes scrunched shut. She didn’t want to see it. If Hawkmoth was going to try to talk to her she absolutely wouldn’t listen to him. She wouldn’t! She was Ladybug, and she wasn’t going down without a fight!

But nothing came.

There was no voice. The Akuma victims could never really remember their time under his control, but she knew he talked to them, heard them communicating herself. Why wasn’t she…?

She blinked her eyes open, her nose twitching.

It was dark, darker than the park should be, even at night, and just past the trees was the street, and the street had lights. She’d been trying to run home, certain that if she could just get somewhere safe, comfortable, with people she loved who needed her, she could shove all her feelings down again and face the Akuma with a clear head.

But this didn’t smell like the park.

She sat up rubbing at her eyes then immediately hissed. Her palms were completely raw, and wet, no doubt she was bleeding.

“Tikki, do you see the Akuma?” she tried to blink the spots from her eyes, had she hit her head? Why did it feel like she’d been looking into a bright flash?

A beat, a nervous fluttering heartbeat, and she felt her anxiety flare. “Tikki?”

No answer.

Had she actually been Akumatized?

Was this why no one remembered? Did they even have a fighting chance against Hawkmoth once the butterfly touched them? Did they just get trapped somewhere in their mind?

She reached out… and felt something solid brush her fingers, yelping she lurched back and bumped into another one. “Who’s there?!”

Nothing.

Carefully she reached behind her, towards what she bumped into. Rough, uneven, flakey, kind of dirty, she rubbed the dirt between her fingers, sniffing. Bark. Tree Bark. But all the trees in the park were young ornamental trees, with fences around them, this one had a diameter that was twice as thick as her torso.

Bracing against it she rose on shaking legs. “Tikki? Can you hear me?” she called. If she was in her own mind maybe she could communicate? It worked in TV shows.

No one answered.

“Think Marinette, if you’ve been akumatized then that means Hawkmoth has your earings. You need to get out of here before he gets to Chat Noir.” Would her akuma-self reveal she was Ladybug? And if she did, would she have transformed? This was bad, this was really really bad, even if she did get back she wouldn’t be able to be Ladybug again, and Chat! How would he react? Absolute disaster, complete and total failure as a hero, why had she ever even gone out to the park?! Stupid stupid stupid!!!!

Tears burned her eyes and she screwed then shut tightly, pressing her face into the bark of the tree. She knew exactly why she went out, alone, into the night. She wasn’t strong enough, she didn’t deserve to be Ladybug if she couldn’t even keep herself from getting upset over something so so… so…

“It was important to me.” She whispered, blinking the tears away. “I know I’m flakey, and I probably deserve being left after all the times I bail on them, but I can’t help that it hurts.” It hadn’t been anything big, and it wasn’t like she had needed the help, but she had wanted to thank everyone for putting up with her constantly ditching them or being occupied with her projects. It was just one last finishing touch, the M logo in its white circle, the Heroes t-shirts that she had designed for their fund raiser only needed that last iron on patch to be finished, and she’d planned to share it with her friends. Just a little girl’s night in, to celebrate and appreciate each other. 

She’d even invited Cloe, she had even invited Lila.

But that was the problem wasn’t it. Lila.

LILA!

Who had called as soon as everyone was gathered, hysterical, claiming to have just been akumatized and rescued by Ladybug, and in need of emotional support.

And of course, of course Marinette couldn’t object, even though she was Ladybug and she was Right There and KNEW Lila was lying, how could she have insisted that an Akuma victim was less important than her casual party? How would that have made her look?

And so everyone had rushed out, because they were good people, and she was so so very proud of them. They were so kind, so good, and it hurt that their compassion and love was being used against them.

It wasn’t even the loneliness. Marinette rubbed at her eyes with her jacket, careful of the dirt and blood on her hands. Her feelings were so confusing, so jumbled up and piled together, she couldn’t even always tell what was making her so upset sometimes, and even when she did know she couldn’t always prevent it from growing. She knew, of course she knew that her worries and fears were overblown, but they felt so much bigger sometimes. So even though she knew her friends weren’t really choosing Lila over her, when she knew that they were good people and that she should be happy they would rush to the side of someone who was hurting, she couldn’t stop this sharp stabbing pain, this unfounded and unwanted certainty that they would all leave her just like Lila said they would.

A chirp.

She sucked a shuddering breath in and nearly choked. “Tikki?”

A struggling sound, like fluttering wings, more erratic than an Akuma but softer than a bird, and that same chirp. A small bird maybe? Would there be a bird in her mindspace?

Come to think of it, would there be trees?

It smelled damp and musky, like a mix of bags of old wet leaves that got missed by the garbage men  and bags of fresh potting soil for the plants on her roof, and firewood but not the smoky smell of a campfire, it was freshly cut wood. She’d never been in a forest before, she was a city girl at heart and the Jardin des Plantes was as close as she’d ever gotten to roughing it in the wilderness, but she imagined this was what a forest smelled like.

Careful deliberate step by careful deliberate step she moved away from her tree, arm out in from of her for the next one. It wasn’t far. She breathed deeply, relieved, and all but fell against it. This one was smoother, a flaky peeling bark, and smaller too. She could wrap her arms around it and comforted herself with an indulgent hug.

“I like trees,” she said and the sound of her voice was jarring in the quiet darkness, “I really like trees, and would really like to have a few more of them ahead so I’m not walking around in circles please.” The idea of wandering through open space unseeing made her anxiety spike. “So please let there be more trees ahead.” She let go and reached out.

It was a bit further, she was down to her fingertips on her current tree before she brushed against the next, but once she did she rushed to it and like before took a moment to breath.

That was her journey onwards, tree to tree she went, occasionally stumbling over a root or fallen branch or running into a bush. Some of the trees were thin, hardly more than seedlings, and some of them were so big it felt like running into a wall, but she never went far before she found something else to hold onto. There were no open spaces, and she anticipated and dreaded when she found one, because nowhere in her little section of Paris could she walk so far among trees and not reach an exit. She didn’t think running from the Akuma would have landed her near the wooded areas of Bois de Vicennes or Bois de Boulogne, and none of her parks were so densely packed or overgrown.

No, wherever she was she didn’t think she was in Paris anymore.

Another chirp!

She spun, straining her eyes, but even the trees in front of her were indistinguishable among the rest of the darkness.

“Hello?” she risked calling out, even though years of horror movies had told her that was the absolute worst thing to do. “Hello, is anyone there?” The chirp sounded again, higher, faster, a succession of bleeps that sounded urgent.

Even if it was just a bird any company, any sign of life was welcome. “Please, I just need to know I’m not stuck in my own head. Please tell me I’ve been teleported somewhere and I’m not trapped here.”

Light, so white it blinded her, she shut her eyes against the sharp pain but her ears could still hear the erratic flutter of wings growing louder. She covered her eyes and squinted through her fingers. Yes, something was definitely flying towards her.

A... hummingbird?

The strange light dimmed and she blinked spots out of her vision, trying to make sense of the blurry bird flitting around her. It didn’t seem to be glowing, but she could see it clearly in the darkness. “Hello little bird, I’m sorry for bothering you.” It chirped as if answering, and moved from one side of her to the next, as if assessing her. It was big, for a hummingbird. Finally it hovered right in front of her and on blind girlish instinct se held out her hands so it could land in her cupped palms, which it promptly did, to her utter delight. “Oh you are so pretty, look at you, I was so worried you would be some kind of monster or angry bee, you have no idea how happy I am to see you are just so… you have hands.”

It did. It had hands. Which it was using to pat her thumb comfortingly. It blinked big humanoid eyes at her, different colored eyes, and gave the dragonfly wings on it’s back a little flutter as it adjusted its sitting position in her hands.

“Are you a fairy?” she asked, and it nodded it’s little head, yellow feather crest bobbing. “Oh, well not that I’m disappointed but… I guess that means I’m not in a normal forest am I?”

It hook it’s head no this time, showing off both sides of the long pointed hummingbird beak where it’s nose should be.

“I was afraid of that.” She slumped back against the tree, thunking her head against it. “How did I even get here? I was in my park near my house! We don’t have anything like this in my arrondissement! And where did Tikki go? Am I actually akumatized right now? How do I get back? What if I’ve revealed myself by now? Master Fu will be so disappointed in me, and CHAT! I can never be Ladybug again!”

The little fairy looked more and more worried the longer she went on, flitting up to hover in front of her face, hands on her nose to try to steady her and get her to look it in the eyes. Marinette sniffed, hyper aware of the dampness under her nose from her crying and not wanting this cute little fairy to notice her snotty nose.

Having gained her attention the little fairy retreated a bit, pointing off in the distance and waving her to over. “You want me to follow you?” It nodded. “But I can’t see anything. Everything is so… dark…”

Looking around she noticed the change, she could see the trees, barely but she could see them. The light from before, the bright one, it hadn’t been the fairy. Or maybe it had, but it wasn’t coming FROM the fairy. It wasn’t as powerful as before, but it was above them, hovering. “What is that?” She turned to the fairy who just smiled and tweeted at her.

As if noticing her interest, the light sank down, a drifting whimsical descent, like a feather in a little whirl of wind. It didn’t look like a thing that was emitting light, there was no spot in the middle, she could see right through it, like a little glowing cloud. It flashed softly, a little shift in its light, then drifted away in the direction the fairy had pointed. Where it went the hard darkness receded, leaving only soft grey shadows behind. In these shadows she could see what she had been looking for all this time, dark shapes on dark, a noticeable outline, she could finally SEE the darkness.

“It’s like I’ve been walking blind all this time.” She whispered and pushed off from her tree to follow. “I thought for sure it was just too dark, but nowhere is really this dark right? There’s always something, the moon, the stars,” she looked up and where before there had been nothing but blackness she could see the purple sky, and millions upon billions of stars. Far more than she had ever been able to see in the glow of the city lights. Her fear, like a heavy blanket she had wrapped around her, fell away. “I can do this, I can escape this.”

The fairy chirped ahead and she hurried to match it’s pace. She didn’t know where she was, or if she was in her head or not, but forest or Mindspace she obviously had allies. If she was akumatized she’d find some was to stop herself, some way to fight it off and help Chat defeat herself.

But if she wasn’t…

If she wasn’t, and had been sent somewhere... she’d find her way back, she’d find Tikki and they’d go home.

~*~

Ending theme

Fly by Maddie and Tae