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Things change so very much and it isn't always bad

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Oh my gosh, why did I do it? Why did I decide to watch that? I'm not gonna be able sleep.

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How I learned to communicate with my dad and resolve the issues we were having

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This is a fic about Chloe I'm really proud of. Fun fact: I actually wrote this before season 2 came out, though I did have to change the butler's name from Pierre to Jean.

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Embrace

He could hear the low rumbling as the darkened clouds rolled in, casting a shadow upon the ground below. The ears atop his head twitched and he found himself looking up into the gloom. He stood where he could see all of Paris, but he simply looked up and empathized with the mourning sky.

The clouds were about to cry, but it wasn't the only one. Everyone was crying. Rain drops were running down multitudes of faces, and Chat couldn't help but feel bitter. If they were sad, if they couldn't handle it, how did they think he felt? And yet they clung to him as a last resort while all he wanted was peace.

Thunder grumbled its sorrows and he continued to look up, not bothering to find shelter from the blistering rain that was soon to fall. It was just a little water, it wouldn't hurt. Or at least that's what she told him.

[I]”It's just a little water, Chat!” she laughed, “It won't hurt.”

[I]Chat huddled under the small table that had been left on the roof, struggling to fit himself completely under it. He could smell the rain, see the telltale signs, and he didn't want any part of it. He was perfectly content taking refuge beneath the table, well, mostly.

[I]“It won't hurt, but it doesn't feel nice either.” he pouted, “And it's not me, I swear. It's the miraculous.”

[I]Ladybug giggled, “You're such a scaredy cat. You're gonna get wet either way, you might as well stop struggling.”

[I]Drops began to pour and he let out a yowl of frustration, “Away, foul beast!”

[I]”You're so dramatic.” Ladybug rolled her eyes and opened her arms as the soft drizzle got heavier. She looked as if she were trying to embrace the sky. Or maybe, with the way she let the clouds drench her, she was letting the sky embrace her.

[I]With a smile brilliantly splitting her face, she twirled around and began to dance. He was mesmerized watching her spin. She was like the sun mingling with water, and she shimmered as the rain bounced off of her.

[I]She slowed to a stop and looked at him with that adorable head tilt, “Dance with me.” she said.

[I]”What?”

[I]”You heard me, silly cat.” a laugh bubbled from her lips, “Let's dance, and pretend the world doesn't exist.”

[I]He glanced out with uncertainty, but the table wasn't doing much for him and how could he resist his lady? Sure, her hair was plastered to her forehead and her lips would taste like the rain he detested, but if she wanted him to dance with her, he could handle a little rain.

[I]Her smiled broadened when he climbed out from under the table and he knew he was a goner. She took his hands and pulled him towards her, and they began to spin. Around and around, picking up their pace with every twirl, but not nearly as fast as his heart.

[I]And he pretended that the world didn't exist. It was only the two of them, laughing and spinning, losing themselves in each others presence.

The rain beat down against his skull, and no longer was there laughter and sloppy kisses on the rooftop, but the sound of pounding and thunder, the echoing cry from lips as she plunged to her demise. And the image of her life evaporating into the sky.

Maybe this was her. Maybe after that losing battle, the sky finally embraced her and she was raining down on her beloved city.

With that thought, Chat willed away his tears and opened his arms up to the sky, begging for her embrace.
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This is a little drabble a wrote back in September. It's short (581 words), but I'm really proud of it. I posted it on Miraculous Amino, hence the name Lady Idazle on the cover. I hope you enjoy.

Set Fire

After living a life in ice, a life of cold glares and hollow walls, Adrien set his world on fire. He watched the ice turn to water and evaporate around him and he smiled. It was over and he was glad to boil everything down to the truth. And it hurt. It burned his skin and melted his bones, but he was glad to finally know what was real and what wasn't.

Nino wasn't real. His words meant nothing in end. Adrien let the chaos take over his mind and his friend, his supposed best friend, ran away when things got too heated. He didn't want to be caught in the midst of the fire, so he left. Alya was fiery and fierce, but it was too much for her. She wanted warmth, but Adrien scorched her. She couldn't take it either, so she made her exit with Nino.

That was really the end of it. With those two gone, everyone deemed him too much to bear. So one at a time, then all at once, they left him. It hurt, but nothing was going to turn him cold again. He wouldn't allow that, so with every loss and every tear, he let the fire grow until no one wanted to be anywhere near.

That was fine, he told himself. If they so wished, they could distance themselves all they wanted, but they would still feel the warmth of what he had become. He would burn a brilliant light and no one would be able to ignore him. They could hate him and shield their eyes, but he was done with being pushed around.

His father was the first to feel the fire. The strings he used to control him were snapping and when he went to tie them back, Adrien released his rage and turned Gabriel to ash. He was done. He wasn't a push over, he wasn't to be taken for granted, he wasn't that timid and shy child anymore.

Plagg tried to talk sense into him, but Adrien wasn't hearing it. No one was going to tell him what to do anymore. So he burned him, too. If it's what it took to find the ones willing to stay, to find what was permanent in his life, he would burn everything to the ground.

Everything. Sizzling and crackling and breaking down to nothing. That was the truth of the matter. No one wanted him. Nothing would stay forever, and he was fine with that. He would be alone and have nothing to quell his flames. So be it. It was fine. Everything was fine. . .

“It's fine.”

“Don't lie to me.” she replied, holding him tight.

“If I don't lie.” he said, “I'll go down, too.”

“But if you keep lying, it'll only be worse in the end.”

“Then promise me something.” he pulled back and held her cheeks. So sweet and rosy.

“Anything.”

“When that time comes,” his thumb gently caressed her cheek, “Run as far away from me as possible.”

Her eyes broke, “I can't do that, Chat. Adrien. You know I can't.”

“My Lady.” he begged and kissed her nose, “Princess, please.

“No,” she buried her face in his chest, “I will never leave you.”

He set fire to the world around him, but he'd never let a flame touch her. Everything could burn to a crisp and die at his hands. Everything but her.
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This is a little drabble a wrote back in September. It's short (581 words), but I'm really proud of it. I posted it on Miraculous Amino, hence the name Lady Idazle on the cover. I hope you enjoy.

Set Fire

After living a life in ice, a life of cold glares and hollow walls, Adrien set his world on fire. He watched the ice turn to water and evaporate around him and he smiled. It was over and he was glad to boil everything down to the truth. And it hurt. It burned his skin and melted his bones, but he was glad to finally know what was real and what wasn't.

Nino wasn't real. His words meant nothing in end. Adrien let the chaos take over his mind and his friend, his supposed best friend, ran away when things got too heated. He didn't want to be caught in the midst of the fire, so he left. Alya was fiery and fierce, but it was too much for her. She wanted warmth, but Adrien scorched her. She couldn't take it either, so she made her exit with Nino.

That was really the end of it. With those two gone, everyone deemed him too much to bear. So one at a time, then all at once, they left him. It hurt, but nothing was going to turn him cold again. He wouldn't allow that, so with every loss and every tear, he let the fire grow until no one wanted to be anywhere near.

That was fine, he told himself. If they so wished, they could distance themselves all they wanted, but they would still feel the warmth of what he had become. He would burn a brilliant light and no one would be able to ignore him. They could hate him and shield their eyes, but he was done with being pushed around.

His father was the first to feel the fire. The strings he used to control him were snapping and when he went to tie them back, Adrien released his rage and turned Gabriel to ash. He was done. He wasn't a push over, he wasn't to be taken for granted, he wasn't that timid and shy child anymore.

Plagg tried to talk sense into him, but Adrien wasn't hearing it. No one was going to tell him what to do anymore. So he burned him, too. If it's what it took to find the ones willing to stay, to find what was permanent in his life, he would burn everything to the ground.

Everything. Sizzling and crackling and breaking down to nothing. That was the truth of the matter. No one wanted him. Nothing would stay forever, and he was fine with that. He would be alone and have nothing to quell his flames. So be it. It was fine. Everything was fine. . .

“It's fine.”

“Don't lie to me.” she replied, holding him tight.

“If I don't lie.” he said, “I'll go down, too.”

“But if you keep lying, it'll only be worse in the end.”

“Then promise me something.” he pulled back and held her cheeks. So sweet and rosy.

“Anything.”

“When that time comes,” his thumb gently caressed her cheek, “Run as far away from me as possible.”

Her eyes broke, “I can't do that, Chat. Adrien. You know I can't.”

“My Lady.” he begged and kissed her nose, “Princess, please.

“No,” she buried her face in his chest, “I will never leave you.”

He set fire to the world around him, but he'd never let a flame touch her. Everything could burn to a crisp and die at his hands. Everything but her.
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