Rabbit Hole Worth Choosing, by @azuriteartist

Based on Switchfoot's Oh! Gravity, submitted by noirshitsuji

AO3 link; Time Travel, Chloé Bourgeois Redemption, Good Chloé Bourgeois, Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Lesbian Marinette Dupain-Cheng/Ladybug, Lesbian Chloé Bourgeois, Mild Blood, Lila is Fauxina (Miracle Queen!Lila), Mentioned Lila Rossi, Mentioned Gabriel Agreste, Angst, Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Rabbit Chloé Bourgeois | Tempair, Alternate Timelines, no one technically dies, but they do get erased from existence so....

Summary:

Chloe had never thought that her happiness would bring about the end of the world.

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Tempair stared at the near-perfect timeline through her burrow, her resolve weakening with every passing second. But she knew what she needed to do. She had tried every other timeline, every other option.

She had even tried talking to a past version of Marinette. Tempair had tried arguing for pulling random powered-up nobodies out of the timestream. With all their power, they could prevent Crimsonoir from fulfilling his wish. They could overwhelm him with sheer numbers, they could win! They could keep their happy ending!

But the alternate Marinette had been stern, just like Tempair’s Marinette would’ve been. And now Tempair was in a white void, with time windows all around her.

In front of the rabbit hero, a window to her happiest timeline. She placed a hand upon the circle, and dragged it left, rewinding the timeline, watching her past become an uncertain future.

alix drabble

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ornithologists dream of birds (and i of you) by @noirshitsuji

Prompt: Shakespeare AU! Any pairing submitted by @tentativesapling

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“And what is the message you bring?”

“My master has asked me to tell you of his great love, my lady,” Alix says, head bowed low, trying very hard not to grit her teeth.

“Oh? Tell me, then,” the Countess Chloé sounds as bored as if she were reading a Latin textbook, and Alix fumes. 

“It is great, my lady,” ‘Alaric’ mutters, raising his head slightly to offset the patheticness of the plea in his words with the fire he knows hides in his eyes. 

The countess shifts in her seat, but portrays no other sign of discomfort. 

“He dreams of you every night and wishes you were there to greet him in the morning,” Alix continues, and there is a bit of desperation in there, too, now.

The Duke of Orsino (‘Call me Kim,’ he insisted three days into their acquaintance, ‘for you have proved too valuable to be snatched away from me thanks to the inevitable distance formality brings,’) would not have been pleased with his most faithful servant’s conduct, she is sure, so she snaps up, keeping her eyes locked on the countess’, trying to lower her voice even further.