THE LONELIEST MOMENT IN SOMEONE’S LIFE IS WHEN THEY ARE WATCHING THEIR WHOLE WORLD FALL APART, AND ALL THEY CAN DO IS STARE BLANKLY.

ind. priv. highly selective. headcanon based. hawkmoth of miraculous ladybug. by haley.
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nonlucky:

@absoluteneed  ♡ ’d.

                    ❛   I HOPE YOU know using me as bait is very possibly the dumbest,  most futile idea of the century.   i think you overestimated how much ladybug cares about her shadow.   ❜    he was bluffing,    of course,    but he was a pretty talented actor if he did say so himself.    as far as anyone else knew, the relationship between him and ladybug was nothing more than strictly business with no platonic qualities at all—– (or romantic, on his end).    no one saw or were aware their post-battle pettings and patching up on random abandoned roofs,   away from prying eyes,   but them.    she would surely come for him, as they had both grown to care for each other over time,   but distracting this man until she arrived would work more in her favor.    even through the little twinge of doubt swirling around his head,   he kept the amused grin frozen on his features.

                                 ❛   this is a waste of your time, papillon.   you can’t get the ring off and this ‘trap’ isn’t going to lure her in.   just give up before you really embarrass yourself.   ❜

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“You can’t predict the future with more precision than I, Chat Noir.” The concept of truth, foreign to him, lies weaved with tongue from ease. Admittance to past failures were buried deep within; product of plans never well executed. Spontaneity he lacked; adapting could be accomplished, but it was not enough. He’d not an idea of their lives behind the masks - not yet; once discovered, he’d know everything. They were more predictable than they believed. None should dare to underestimate the Papillon’s skill with understanding people. He’d selected Chat for hostage - a surprise indeed, he held less hatred for the feline. Ladybug was preferable, but Hawk Moth would glean more pleasure from destroying her. He approaches Chat, grasps his hand, studies it. He’d not take the ring, after defeat it would be taken.

“You don’t grasp the depth of your friendship with her, she’ll come running once she’s aware you’re in danger. Once she fails, I will be the one to rise to power! She’s weaker than she believes.”

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