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𝐈'𝐌 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐆𝐎𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐀 𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓! 𝑵𝑶𝑾 𝑰𝑺 𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑻𝑰𝑴𝑬: 𝑴𝒀 𝑴𝑶𝑴𝑬𝑵𝑻 𝑻𝑶 𝑹𝑰𝑺𝑬!

anyway, chloe is a gemini. born on june 4, to be exact.

ok but i actually really need to consider a université verse. like, what is this girl doing bc i can tell you right now it ain't politics.

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❝ You should tell him, you know, ❞ Marinette says, not looking up from the baking pan where she's very carefully squeezing batter from a pastry bag for the fourth of the six batches of macarons she's been baking for the class Christmas party. She'd invited Chloe over to help—and she had, for all of one batch, which Marinette calls a win—and now that they're a little over the half-way point and there's no risk of any baking mishaps, it feels like a safe time to broach the topic. ❝ Luka, I mean. He probably already knows, but... you should tell him anyway. That you like him. I think that would mean more to him than anything you could buy him. ❞

( unprompted / always accepting !! )

            𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄  𝐇𝐀𝐃  𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐍  𝐒𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐋𝐘  𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘  𝐀𝐓  𝐀  𝐁𝐀𝐆  𝐎𝐅  𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄  𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐏𝐒.  More  than  once,  Marinette  had  smacked  her  hand  away  from  the  bag.  An  effort  in  futility.  Chloé's  response  had  been  a  simple  'I'm  checking  the  bag  for  freshness!'  as  if  the  bag  wasn't  half  empty  already.  Otherwise,  the  atmosphere  was  remarkably  uneventful.  It  was  a  record  for  the  Chloé's  Redemption  book.  She's  popping  yet  another  chip  into  her  mouth  when  Marinette  speaks  her  third  worst  fear  into  existence.

            The  blonde  immediately  chokes.

            ❝   What  are  you  talking  about,  Marin—ette?   ❞  The  accusation  comes  as  soon  as  she  recovers.  The  shock  is  so  apparent,  she  nearly  reverts  to  calling  her  Marinella  and  just  barely  catches  herself.  Her  face  has  gone  red  from  embarrassment.  ❝   What,  in  all  of  France,  makes  you  think  I  like  Luka  Couffaine?   ❞

            She  doesn't  know  what  is  worse  —  that  Marinette  is  spot-on  (  ha  )  with  her  intuition,  or  that  she'd  been  so  careless  in  hiding  it,  that  the  girl  could  tell.  Marinette.  This  is  the  girl  who  made  her  crush  on  Adrien  so  painfully  obvious  it  was  a  wonder  how  the  model  hadn't  picked  up  on  it  yet  himself  when  the  rest  of  Paris  had.  He  was  so  dense.  And  Marinette  was  so  embarrassing.

            They  were  perfect  for  each  other.

            Chloé  laughs,  a  little  more  unkind  than  she'd  meant  to.  She's  just  mad  at  herself  for  letting  her  tells  slip.  ❝   That's  rich  coming  from  you.  Have  you  told  Adrien  yet?   ❞  Maybe  if  she  can  deflect  this  back  on  Marinette,  they  can  forget  about  this  whole  thing  and  stop  talking  about  it.

            ❝   That  makes  one  of  us,  then  …   ❞  𝐂𝐇𝐋𝐎𝐄'𝐒  𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐄  𝐈𝐒  𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐄  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍  𝐀  𝐋𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄  𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋.  She  isn't  usually  so  self-deprecating,  but  at  this  point  she  can't  get  much  lower.  It  was  only  by  an  embarrassing  amount  of  begging  that  her  papa  hadn't  shipped  her  and  her  mother  off  to  London  in  the  end  —  though  Maman  had  left;  as  she  always  did  when  things  didn't  go  her  way  and  only  returning  when  it  suited  her.  It  took  a  long  time,  but  Chloe  realises  now  that  she'll  never  get  her  mother's  approval,  or  be  her  perfect  carbon  copy.  And  for  the  first  time,  Chloé's  okay  with  that.

            Chloé  carefully  cups  her  hands  around  the  kwami  as  she  flits  closer.  It  feels  good  —  warm,  even  —  to  know  that  Pollen  believes  in  her.  Even  if  she  doesn't  quite  believe  in  herself  yet.  ❝   You're  my  only  friend  now,  Pollen.  I...  I  need  your  help.   ❞

❝ ━ My Queen ... ❞ Pollen's voice, normally as robust as anyone's worthy of her power, is soft. She presses her hands together - only hesitating for a moment before hovering closer. No matter what has transpired, what has befallen Paris, Pollen can feel it : that honey-warm glow that drenches the connection between kwami and holder.

❝ I would never hate you ! I have only ever been proud to fight alongside you. I believe - I know that we can accomplish something good, still. Together ! ❞

I think I got a name now

I think imma call this head canon Stolen Credit Card Chronicles.

These fashion sisters should steel Audrey’s credit card on a weekly basis to just have some kind of therapy for having a shitty mom. Retail Therapy.

chloe with a tiny lil diamond stud nose piercing.

𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐀𝐒 𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐒

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the pipeline of "sea followed me so now i gotta make a xiv au for chloe" to "omg let's throw all the youngins from xiv into paris, the twins are already french anyway!!!" and now cece and i demand xiv/mlb crossover.