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Poolverine-Yoink! (2/2)

Part 2 is now done.

Here's Part 1. And here's the Ao3 link.

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‘Not today…not tomorrow…not now,’ Wade’s groggy mind repeated. His joints ached. He could hear a ringing that wasn’t typical tinnitus. He grabbed at the back of his neck, the skin feeling too tight. ‘Really laying it on thick there ain’tcha madam/sir author? Is this whump? I feel like this can be classified as whump.’

(Whump is more hurt than comfort. So no, not really.)

‘Well I’m calling it whump, even if it’s not tagged that.’

(You can go ahead and do that, even though it’s wrong.)

Wade sighed as he curled up a bit tighter. Skin felt like it was prickling if exposed to air. That staticky feeling of just too many eyes watching. He could hear the door of Al’s room creak open. The shuffling of her feet…

“Yer too damn quiet right now,” Al complained. “An’ I know yer still here,” she added, her cane smacking alongside the bed. She stopped when she hit the pile of blankets. “Oh lord this again?”

She didn’t get an answer. No witty reply or snide retort. Heaving a sigh, Al continued on. “I’m headin’ ta bingo, and I’m gonna call Vanessa-she can explain this nonsense ta Logan.” It may have sounded like complaining, but the tone in her voice was clear. It was that ‘don’t worry, help is gonna be on the way deary’ tone. 

And really? Bingo at what…this early in the morning?

‘What time is it even?’

(Early enough.)

‘Lazy establishing setup.’

Wade shifted somewhat, the bed frame of the pull-out creaking as he did. Right, how was Logan going to take this? He should handle this. Maybe? 

Well, Vanessa should be able to handle it, she had no fear with the somewhat feral wolverine he brought home. She did tease him about how he went full ‘White Woman’ and took a wild animal home under the guise of ‘you’re mine now’. He guessed she wasn’t entirely wrong. 

But he also wasn’t expecting Logan to stay as long as he did. He’s read the comics-and sure even though this Logan is from a different universe it almost seemed ingrained in all of them to just-leave some day.  

It wasn’t a bad thing that he stayed. Hell no! If he could he would strap Logan down and make sure he’d never leave. He loved having him around. Al did too. And how could he deprive dearest little miss Mary-Puppins from her other papa? 

The frame of the pull-out creaked again. Oh, speak of the devil. Wade could feel how the pull-out shifted, the weight of the other occupant being removed. But made sense when they’re-what 200-300 plus pounds thanks to a metal skeleton. 

Really no logical way for a shitty pull-out to hold the both of them without collapsing or even warping the frame, yet it still stood.

He wondered if they could use that as sort of a marketing ploy, maybe convince Logan into some centerfold-esque poses just for added effect. Well, effect and future spank-bank material, but he wouldn’t need to know the latter. 

“Come on!” Wade felt the kick given to the pull-out, it jostled the whole thing. Welp, good luck with the Peanut, cause he wasn’t moving. Threaten him with a good time all you want. 

Snikt.

‘And out comes the steak knives. Would stabbing me reset this? Haven’t been stabbed during any of these moods.’

(Pretty sure stabbing would just make you feel worse.)

‘So gonna be a fic with no stabby-stab? And am I even gonna talk? How can you have a Deadpool fanfic where I don’t talk?’

(It’s character introspection.)

‘Sounds like you just don’t wanna come up with quips for me.’

The mattress creaked slightly. Oh, that’s Vanessa. Al really did call her. Such a sweet old blind bat she is. 

Wade could hear them-somewhat over the ringing in his ears that changed to something more akin to the old dial-up sound of the internet. Logan sounded less growly now too.

 Ah Vanessa, the one who can soothe the savage Logan.  

It was weird what his ears would pick up when he was like this. Full conversations happening just outside his makeshift fort of blankets? Nah, that wasn’t important enough. The sound of something being slid across the sheets though? Yeah, could hear that. 

‘And yoink!’ Wade snatched whatever Vanessa slid over to him. Hey! He didn’t have this one! Of course she’d know that. ‘And another for the collection. Ya know I don’t think anyone is gonna get the reference. You’re dating yourself.’

(At least someone is dating me.)

‘Ooof self burn. Ya sure you don’t need the hurt/comfort tag?’

Vanessa just knew what to get-she still remembered. Sure it didn’t work out between them. It stung for a long time. Longer than Wade wanted to admit, but it wasn’t like Vanessa wanted him out of her life. She had to drill it into his head that even if they weren’t romantically involved anymore, didn’t mean she didn’t love him. It was just a different love. 

He sorta got that. He was feeling that too. Feeling it during the Time Ripper thing. During the time in the Void. 

Felt it when he came across Logan. Oh, that was something he still needed to unpack…too bad he was a lazy asshole after a vacation. Eh, it’ll eventually get unpacked-granted, he’ll probably wait until the last minute…like always. 

Vanessa was always going to be special. He would drop everything if she needed him, and vice versa it seemed. But Logan…Logan was something else. He wasn’t sure what he was yet. Sure, he knew what he wanted Logan to be-at least he was pretty sure what he wanted him to be. But that wasn’t gonna fly with Disney and Marvel-or the legion of dudebros who think he and Logan are total and complete masculine heterosexuals. They really need to pick up a comic.

Ah, something else was being pushed towards him. ‘And yoink again!’ Hey, weren't these things discontinued? Sheets were gonna need to be changed after this. At least this time around it would be a more common reason than needing to change them cause they tried to reenact the bed scene from ‘Nightmare on Elm Street’. Maybe they should just buy red sheets. Same logic should apply to them like his suit.

Almost on instinct, Wade felt something shift in the bed. ‘Yoink!’

Only this time, there came a high pitched, noticeable yelp. Oh! Oh sweet baby little angel Mary-Puppins! 

“Shhh shhh. Oh baby girl I’m sorry,” he cooed as he cuddled the shaking pup. He could hear Logan laughing-the asshole! Some other papa he was! Frightening their little baby. His free hand sneaking out of the mess of blankets to flip him off. 

OH! And THAT just made him laugh more? Asshole! When this whole mood thing is done he’s demanding a divorce and child support!

--

Everything was quiet in the apartment. Slowly Wade peaked out from the blankets. Logan was asleep. Al’s door was closed. Mary-Puppins was having little Dogpool dreams.

The apartment was dark, saved for the stray glow of the streetlights filtering in through the busted blinds. 

Carefully, silently Wade slipped out from the mound. Not the worst start to this, though he was tempted to give Logan a smack for making him scare poor, sweet, little Mary-Puppins earlier. The prick-and he laughed the whole time! The super mega prick! 

Wade sighed as he looked over. Logan looked peaceful, or well as peaceful as he could be. Brows were still furrowed, muscles twitching as if ready to go all fight-or-flight. But he wasn’t having a nightmare, so to Wade it meant it was peaceful.

He could save the smacking for another time. He’ll even drop the divorce threat. Cuddles and kisses from Mary were always a plus for him anyway-so it kinda worked out.

Right, he got up for a reason. Treading with light footsteps across the apartment, as to not make a single floorboard creak, he made his way to the bathroom. Hey maybe the merc with the mouth, but he knew how to move quietly . Kinda needed too in that line of work. 

He brushed his teeth, and washed his face. “Ya know, the static feeling from being watched, doesn’t help when there’s like actual readers for this.”

(Semantics, se-mahn-tics. Sides, like you’d let me just keep you as an unmoving lump of blankets for another 3k words.)

“Eh true.”

Wade made his way back, trying to figure out what was the best way to climb back in without waking Logan. He didn’t need to wake him by accident. Even if he wasn’t having a nightmare, it was a bad idea ta just wake up a sleeping wolverine. 

He didn’t wanna get a gut full of adamantium claws again, thank you very much. It wasn’t like Logan meant to do it on purpose. Logan’s mind is always somewhere else when he’s suddenly and rudely woken up like that. So Wade couldn’t blame the guy. Hell, he WOULDN’T blame the guy. 

‘I’ll just blame you.’

(Again no stabbing is happening in this one.)

‘But you are making allusions to it happening before.’

(Oh just go back to your musings and pining.)

‘Fine, I will,’ Wade huffed before looking back over to the sleeping form taking up the other half of the pull-out.

Logan looked better these days-not that he didn’t look good ‘cause goddamn Hugh was still working it even after all this time. It was more of how relaxed he was now. Had a bit of weight put back on him too-‘happy weight’, that was the term right? Or something like that. 

Urban dictionary would help him. Just needed to steer clear of the raunchy side of it. At least this time around.

Wade took it as a sign that Logan was happy here. Maybe if he stayed happy enough he wouldn’t want to leave. He really didn’t want Logan to leave. 

Logan matched his crazy in a way Vanessa did and in ways she didn’t. In ways she just couldn’t. 

Logan didn’t need to change anything about himself. Didn’t need to be a ‘good guy’-he was plenty good enough so shut up Jean. 

Al loved him too. She might not have said it aloud, but Wade can tell she does. 

Sure he was a little feral. Sure he would rather have booze than an actual meal some days. Sure there were times Wade would wake up with a set or two of claws in his chest. But that was fine. Normalcy was for losers anyway. 

What was normal about two slightly fucked up mutants with regenerative powers, a coke addicted blind elderly woman, and the world’s ugliest yet sweetest dog? Who needed normal in a home like this?

Logan didn’t need to be tamed. All Wade wanted was for Logan to just, feel like he belonged. That Logan had his own little Logan-shaped hole carved out here, Junji Ito style but without the horrific implications.

He was certain if Logan did try to leave, he would follow him-funny sitcom stalker style, and drag him back home. Cause even though Logan wouldn’t want to admit it, this shitty little one bedroom apartment was his home now. Al, Mary-Puppins, and him were family now. 

How Logan has his own toothbrush, coffee mug, he got a cupboard just for his booze, and everything. 

There was definitely some codependency between them. Wade was pretty sure of that. That time in the Void-being almost torn apart by the Time Ripper-the fact that he turned around when Wade called him.

But hey, a little codependency never hurt anyone. Besides,  that would just be another thing to add to the ever growing list of things wrong with one Wade W. Wilson.. He’s pretty sure Logan doesn’t mind it either.

The pull-out didn’t even creak as Wade climbed back in. Not a single sound when he settled back under the blankets.

‘That is some lazy writing there.’

(Hey, be thankful I decided to be nice and not wake the sleeping Logan.)

Wade peaked out again, just to make sure Logan was still sound asleep. Fingers itched to just trace down his sleeping face, through the coarse facial hair and sideburns. Though last time he tried that Logan literally bit off two fingers off. Really didn’t wanna go through that again either. 

Hopefully Logan doesn’t get fed up with this whole thing. Just walk out and leave. To be fair it is kind of a golden opportunity for him if he decided too. Wade hoped this wasn’t going to last much longer. 

--

So, Logan did leave. Well not leave-leave. Jerk decided to head out and restock since they managed to empty the bag Vanessa brought. Dammit, he could be a sweet guy. Why does nobody pay attention to that? Honestly. 

Logan said Al was off to the laundromat-they both knew what that was code for. He also warned Wade that he was setting Mary by him so there wasn’t a repeat from yesterday. Alright, all is forgiven now. 

He didn’t pull Mary under the blankets this time, but he did reach out to give her pets. She seemed content with the arrangement as well, licking all along his hand to his wrist. Seemed she forgave or just forgot the scare from before. 

He slipped his hand back under the blankets. He was thinking-dangerous thing he knows-but he was trying to come up with an idea. A plan to convince Logan that there was no reason to leave. He had a few brewing, but was pretty sure he would end up skewered, or beaten down, or torn apart if he tried any of those.

So his new plan? Well it was a bit crazy. Crazy and yet so simple. Simply just tell Logan. It worked before. It worked quite a few times before. 

So his chances were pretty high about it working again. Just a simple ‘you can stay here as long as you like’. Hmm but that made it seem like he could still leave. 

Maybe a ‘hey, surprise I think I love you…so don’t leave.’ Nah that kinda sounded desperate.

‘You got everything you need right here, besides the housing market is shit right now.’ Eh, that made it sound like this thing was an obligation. 

Wade’s thoughts were cut off when he heard the sound of something being slid across the sheets. ‘And yoink,’ he snatched the offering. ‘Awww Peanut went all the way to that corner store that sold the weird flavor chips. He spoils me.’

Another sound. 

Oh…

Wade felt himself smile as he reached out again, and placed his hand over Logan’s. Damn the guy was hot. Well, not just hot like that, but like he was a furnace. Wade’s thumb rubbed small circles over Logan’s knuckles, feeling the lone scars his body had-where those claws would poke out from. He could feel a knot just behind those knuckles. 

Maybe a good ole massage was in order for him. Would be the least Wade could do as a thanks for him. 

“Yer gonna need to let go or I’m gonna need ta stop pettin’ Mary if you need somethin’ else,” Logan’s voice rumbled. Well, Wade couldn’t let that happen. Couldn’t let the attention Mary was getting from her other papa just stop. He gave Logan’s hand a pat before giving an ‘okay’ gesture, before slipping back under the blankets. “You get so damn spoiled,” he heard Logan say under his breath.

Yeah, maybe just telling him was the best plan. He just needed to find the right words now. 

--

‘Captain’s log, Star date….I dunno the author didn’t give me one.’

(Dates are pointless for fanfics.)

‘It appears the author wishes to deflect from criticism of their laziness in doing a proper establishing setup.’

It’s been four days into this little funk of Wade’s. He was pretty sure he was ready for it to be over. The only issue was that once this was done, then he’d need to figure the next thing. The asking Logan to stay thing.

He wasn’t sure if he was quite ready for that yet. That familiar sound broke his train of thoughts again. ‘Aaaaand yoink!’

“Jesus!” 

Oh Laura came by too. Awww he didn’t mean to startle the baby wolverine. Logan and Vanessa were laughing-they could be real assholes sometimes. Loving assholes but still assholes all the same.  

The creaking of the bed frame, the dip in the mattress. Logan was potentially putting himself into yoinking-range. If that happened, well, there would be no way Wade could resist if he did. 

“You miss him talking, don’t you?” Wade could hear the smirk in Laura’s voice. She’s such a cheeky kid. He’ll take blame for that. Bad influence and all.

“Dunno what yer talkin’ about,” Logan grumbled. 

“Suuuure you don’t.” 

Logan huffed and shifted slightly. Oh? Just a bit more Wolvie. He felt the mattress dip a bit more-BINGO! “SHIT! I forgot!” 

Both hands shot out and grabbed an arm. Logan absolutely let his guard down, cause there was no way Wade could have pulled this off if he didn’t.

And if Logan had his guard down, that meant he was truly relaxed here. More than that, he felt safe here. And why wouldn’t he? He had the one and only Deadpool here to keep an eye on him. Well okay, the one and only that mattered. None of those variants to worry about. 

Man, that shocked look on his face was definitely doing things. Wondered if he could see it more. He felt himself smiling. He knew it was that dumb lovestruck smile he’d give Vanessa when they were together-only slightly different. Cause this one wasn’t for her, this smile was for Logan. “Got too close there Peanut.” Dear fuck was that his voice? ‘Hey next time, write something where I’m not nearly silent for four days. It’s murder on the vocal cords.’

“Yeah, figured,” Logan said softly. “Better?”

“Hmm…a bit,” Wade murmured. Fuck it, he’s in for it now. “Gonna talk your ear off, cause I had a lotta thoughts goin’ through my head during all this.” Wade dragged two fingers along Logan’s jaw, carding through the cause hair of his beard. This time without worrying about losing them this time.

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah,” Wade leaned down. Not exactly the Spider-man kiss, but it was close enough. He felt Logan’s breath hitch.  ‘Please, stay here? Don’t feel like you need to run away. There’s space just for you.’

“...ready ta come out? Say hi ta Laura and Vanessa?” Logan asked as they pulled apart. Wade almost wanted to say no. He wanted to kiss him again. 

But he’d be lying if said he didn’t want to see them. Four days of next to no social interaction was killer. He was gonna need to call Peter and Dopinder too. Maybe make Logan walk with him to the X-Mansion so he could see Yukio and bother Ellie. Maybe watch an episode or two of the Great British Bake-off with Colossus.  “Yeah, ‘m pretty sure I’m good,” Wade nodded. 

Logan shifted and pulled the blankets back and off of himself as he sat up right. Wade pulled them back just enough to uncover his head. He shifted and shimmied across the mattress till he could comfortably lean against Logan-and he wasn’t pushed off. Score!

“Hey,” Vanessa greeted softly. 

“Hey,” Wade gave her a soft smile. Definitely a different smile than before. He could feel it, and she could definitely see it. 

“Missed ya. Seems like Logan did a good job at taking care of ya.” 

“Hmmm he did,” he laid his head on his shoulder. “Thanks Peanut, I owe ya.” 

“Nah,” Logan shrugged slightly, jostling Wade slightly-almost like he was teasing him. Or maybe Wade was getting his hopes up. “ Deal enough with my shit, the least I can do.” 

Wade hummed, then straightened up some when he felt something shift under the blankets. No way, was Logan…okay yeah-yeah maybe this was gonna work out. “yoink,” Wade said softly as he took Logan’s hand, threading their fingers together. 

Logan had a perfect spot, right next to Wade. 

[eirianerisdar]

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I am waiting for the train home after Saturday morning clinic and trying not to cry

I don’t think what my job wants me to do is safe or sustainable

I cannot be asked to see a patient every 5 minutes with the expectation I see them for at least 3 complaints each

That’s less than 2 minutes per illness

I’m expected to see a patient every 4 minutes starting July if you don’t count walking times

Totaling to ~70 patients a day

Today every patient was either actually a Karen or had 6 chronic conditions

Nobody was average

People getting pissed I told them they had to take their blood pressure for their blood pressure appointment today and pretending they didn’t know they had to do that even though they’ve been following up here for ten years

People demanding to see specialists they’re not indicated for

People having skipped appointments so their blood sugar control is through the roof

Sexist men yelling at me because I’m a female doctor

I drank one sip of water from 9 AM to 1 PM today and I already usually only pee during lunch on Monday to Friday

The government is stingy as hell and we don’t have some of the nicer meds the university districts do and is doctors get yelled at by patients who want them

Meanwhile our head of department says we should be happy and held a special meeting to tell us we’re all getting sick too often and that’s our fault

Meanwhile my closest friend in a similar doctor role as me in the department had repeated panic attacks at work and is quitting her job

Another friend has severe tinnitus and was punched by a patient

Other friends are also burnt out and getting complained about by patients because who wants to be seen for four minutes

At the same time as all this I have a dermatology diploma I’m doing and mid residency exams in august I haven’t had time to study for

I think I want to die

[anything-viva]

sorry i just need to rant about this bc i've fucking had it. here's the big lies she's told me off the top of my head, kinda tmi but idc.

like she said she got pneumonia when she was nine and her parents refused to take her to the hospital, nearly killing her. funny thing, whenever i complained abt my cramps she'd bring up how hers used to put her in the hospital. (way to center the conversation on yourself, btw!) she wouldn't be old enough to drive when she first started getting them, so who took her to the hospital? i went to school with her, i live five minutes away from her, never saw ambulances that often! curious!

that's also part of the reason why i didn't get my shit checked out for so long! "oh, it's not as bad as rachel's so it's no big deal. i should just shut up and bear it." i can hardly stand up for ten minutes without pain now. THANKS! I CAME TO MY BEST FRIEND FOR ADVICE AND YOU LIED TO ME <3

btw her periods aren't even that bad. she gave me the thinnest fucking pad that would hardly last me three hours on a bad day like that. SHE CLAIMED IT WOULD LAST TWELVE! FUCKING LMAO! she didn't belive me when i laughed and told her it wouldn't last. if your parents refused to take you to the hospital when you nearly died, why would they take you if your periods are that light? like if your outer signs are so minimal, they wouldn't take you!!

said her dad took the lock off her door and creeped on her. HER DOOR HAS A LOCK, THERE IS NO DAMAGE ON THE DOOR!!! also the way she described it sounded exactly like an anime trope. shes a MASSIVE weeb, so i think she got it from some shitty anime she saw.

she said she's saving up to move out of her abusive household yet she splurges money like crazy. her room is full of anime figurines and unused wiccan shit. i really don't think she's actually a wiccan, she would've used those candles but they showed NO signs of use! as soon as we get together she starts talking abt buying lingerie and stuff from spencer's. aren't you saving up???

she says she can hear demons when her ears start ringing- babe, you have tinnitus.

and the constant constant "how do you think i feel?" she says i can tell her anything, but whenever i complain it's almost always "hOw Do YoU tHiNk I fEel" unless im on the verge of a fucking breakdown

said to my face "i haven't gotten fast food in months!" I WAS IN THE CAR WITH HER WHEN SHE GOT THEM? LIKE LMFAO? i wouldn't really care how she eats, but the audacity to lie to my face about something I SAW?!

she lies about getting commissions CONSTANTLY. made some fucking ridiculous lie up abt getting a comm from some rich lady who owns property at the tip of florida, supposedly over 100 manatees live there! No the fuck they don't!!!!!!! do you think i'm stupid?!

most recent example happened tonight. she hung up some of her paintings today at the gallery and claimed afterwards she got two offers on them? no the fuck she didn't, they were some of her worst paintings. i was there most of the time, i likely would've heard it!

i think that last bit is bc i got more attention than her. we were seated at the same booth. i talked a LOT to the people who were interested in my art because i can hold a conversation!

that's why she started making up shit abt commissions and getting jumped. OH MY FUCKIGN GOD

SHES BEEN DOING THIS AS LONG AS IVE KNOWN HER AND I ONLY JUST REALIZED

EDIT I FORGOT ABT THAT ONE TIME THIS SUMMER SHE SAID HER DAD TOOK A THIUSAND DOLLARS FROM HER BANK ACCOUNT. GOOD GOD I FORGOT ABT THAT. MY MOM AND BROTHER WERE THERE.

[rhazimpulsivelyposts]

He could interrupt me while I’m watching a video or playing a video game to show me things, but if I interrupted him while he’s playing video games I was annoying.

I will never forget when I stated taking my adhd medication and stopped smoking as much, one day I matched his energy with the interruptions. I kept stopping what he was doing in his video game to show him funny TikTok’s and he really went “what is with you today? It’s really annoying”

Bro so were you! Playing your videos on 100% volume sitting next to me on the couch. Are you def? Why the fck is your phone up that loud?! I could hear videos on his phone in the livingroom at full volume if I was laying in bed in the other room with the door shut.

Like yeah ok I wear headphones and maybe that is a little TOO nice of me, but you could turn the phone down?! Maybe 50% or turn it to 30% ?

I would complain about it and he would get mad at me for complaining. It’s his house too. “I shouldn’t have to wear headphones in my own fking house” . It wasn’t until I decided I was leaving again and didn’t want to live together anymore did he start to be more conscious of how annoyed I was at the LOUD videos or LOUD tv . Like bro get your ears checked. I have tinnitus in one of my ears and i still don’t need my phone volume up past 40% .

Be conscious that yes it’s your place, but it’s still a shared space with another human and have the respect not to make that shared space annoying to be in. I’ll admit I wasn’t great with chores, and even near the end i was so depressed and done with everything that I really didn’t do chores. But if he was sleeping and i needed to turn the kitchen light on , i would close the bedroom door or crack it so light wouldn’t leak into the room and shine into his sleeping face. Did he ever do that for me? No.

If he was sleeping in the bedroom I’d make sure the tv was more quiet as to not wake him up. Did he ever do that for me? No.

Every time i knew i was hungry and would be ordering food, i would offer to buy his because i think it’s rude to eat in front of people and not offer them any .

If I was watching videos or listening to music on my phone that I didn’t think he would want to hear, I’d wear headphones. So that he would have to hear what I was listening to and in turn , turn his volume up even higher to drown out the sound of what I was listening to.

I would ask before I turned the heater or air on to make sure that we both agreed on the temperature change instead of forcing him to be too hot or too cold just because I wanted it hotter or colder.

Like little stuff like that , to make sure I’m respecting the other person in this shared space.  

[futuristicallykeenangel]

Abundance 136.

500€

Library, in, looking at the patio and the church in front. I feel very uncomfortable sitting on this chair. I have checked in my 4 main employment agencies already. It is warm, walking. Today I got up more than an hour later than usual, after a night unbearable noises and voices. Nobody complains about it. High intensity and frequency. Night after night, night after night. Tinnitus equals…

[nanesuma]

Hello journal, nice to meet you!

It's been about a week since I woke up here

I’ve decided to start writing in this journal to help me keep track of events and the timeline of what my life is now... I hope moms okay I wonder if she's worried not like I really reached out much. I’m not sure what month or year it is here and I lost track of time a lot back home. It’s been tough compared to my old life of wallowing alone but I already feel better I always thought I was more of a feral human it seems I was right the sky’s orange here which doesn't make sense since the sun’s still yellow but its kind of relaxing, my tinnitus is gone too although im not sure why. I think this world is going to be better for me in the long run

Here's everything different I've found about this world::

The sun is still yellow but the sky is a pale orange, the night sky is still mostly black but you can really see everything, it’s beautiful. There are new constellations to mark and it seems there's a north star here too, at least I assume its north I really have no way to know it seems there are no other humans here so I dont have to worry about my directions being wrong to others atleast

It is barren of cities, it's nice but off-putting sometimes once you’ve lived around thousands of faces every day it's hard to come to terms with the fact that everything you know is gone I haven’t wondered too far from my cave after the first day here I hope there's something sentient here or I might not be sane forever

Vegetation is largely the same, the leaves are a little different and the fruits tend to be sweeter but nothing huge.

Most of the same animals are here too although I've seen some new species im not sure what to make of them. Some are horrifying and probably lethal…

I’ve also found slimes are here and quite easily tamed they are very in tune with predators and have helped me stay alive so far all I need to do is give them food and they seem to be fine living in my cave

The trees are thick but there are some random patches of empty land, I’ve been worried to step there it might be some kind of trap door spider or worse, the sticks and rocks I've tossed yielded nothing but im not risking my life this early in

The air is so fresh, and everything about me has sped up to some degree it might be the survival instincts in me or the fact you can smell everything so strongly I wonder how these plants survive in such fresh carbonless air, I can't complain myself though

Magic is here, real magic the stuff I've dreamt of since I was a kid and it’s ridiculously intuitive like I was built for it or rather it was built for me. That's how I created this book and this paper, I wonder if I could print images too

Overall this seems like the ideal world for me I just wish it was the one I was born in, boredom's harder to fight I dont even have books to read

:

Today I managed to hunt some kind of boar and thanks to magic starting a fire was easy, the 2 slimes (I haven't named them yet) ate most of the bones which was a shock, they don't digest things normally my best guess is they immediately break down everything inside them and store it somehow.

Tomorrow I think I’m going to start mapping the area out I’m sure there's some way to measure distance with magic for an accurate map hopefully I can draw with spells too or it'll be messy

Plans for the map:

Scout around  the forest as much as I can until afternoon maybe I could try wind magic to fly up and get a better view

I’ll mark everything down as I go

To whoever may find this        -Nanesuma

[yassqueenkaliuchisstan1971]

tfw when your tinnitus is actually being polite and not bullying you

[ririchanva]

Summary: Marinette gains a new ally in a student from Japan, although he’s not what he seems. Lila makes her move, proving to Marinette that her threat is real. But what she didn’t count on, was that Marinette would have a few friends that has her back. Although they are the most unexpected people. When Lila pushes too far by getting Marinette and her friends expelled, there is a certain hero that lends a hand. But wait? BECOME STUDENTS OF U.A.?

Chapter 1: Chameleon, Discoveries Made!

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A/n: Like the new banner? Whew, had to have a while to draw it out. Yeah it does hint a few spoilers ahead, but oh well, it also places a lot of mystery on it. So yeah, this is. the REMAKE of the fanfic of “Quirks and MIraculouses” but changed the “Miraculouses” into “Miracles” instead. Plot-wise, there are some changes in there, and it will have a different lore on both fandoms so yeah, AU verse ahead. The chapter today is based on the Miraculous Ladybug Episode: Chameleon just like the original fic. Anyways, I hope you enjoy this one guys. Will be making updates mostly every Friday or Saturday so stay tuned~!

   Marinette was both confused and angry.

    Lila was back in school.

    How in the world did this happen?

    “Oh~ A seat in the front row~” Lila’s saccharine voice spoke up as she stepped into the class with Ms. Bustier, smiling sweetly, “You all remembered my hearing issue~! You’re such sweethearts, all of you~” And soon she was blowing kisses to everyone before taking her seat next to Adrien.

    Marinette folded her arms as she raised a brow, of course not believing a word she said, “You have a hearing problem, Lila?”

    Lila looked back at the girl and sighed pitifully, “Yes. I suffer from tinnitus. A constant ringing in my left ear.“ She reached over to her left ear as she pouted with sad eyes, “I’ve had it ever since sound of an airplane engine burst my eardrum on the runway when I was saving Jagged Stone’s lost kitten,”

     Marinette had to roll her eyes. She has got to be kidding! No one is believing this…right?

     “Isn’t Jagged’s pet a crocodile?”

    Lila just laughed, “Now it is, yes! He had a kitten until he found out he was allergic to it,”

      The Italian girl smiled until she scooted closer to a surprised Adrien.

      “And the best part is since you’re an excellent student, Adrien, you’ll be able to help me catch up on all the school work I missed while I was travelling with my parents,” Lila cooed as she was batting her eyes, “Would you do that for me~?”

     Adrien smiled weakly, albeit uncomfortably but remained polite, “S-sure thing, Lila,”

      Marinette wanted to argue, and of course she complained about it to Ms. Bustier but it was a no go. Especially when Lila was pulling the guilt trip card and made everyone look onto Marinette like she was some sort of villainess. Even Alya was looking unsurely at Marinette, not really speaking up in her defense. Although Marinette did appreciate Nino looking worried for her, but he also didn’t speak up. The same went for Juleka, but Marinette knew the shy girl hated confrontation. And Adrien? Adrien just glanced down and avoided eye contact with her.

   Marinette sighed as Ms. Bustier was ushering everyone back to their seats, and Marinette ended up stomping her way to the back of the class. The girl looked back to the front, seeing Lila giggling beside Adrien and having the time of her life.

    T-that little…

    Anger swelled up inside her, a boiling emotion of how this girl could lie through her teeth and get away with it? Especially when she was sitting next to poor innocent sweet Adrien!

   A clapping sound was heard as Marinette snapped herself out from her seething as she then spotted some boy in the front of the room handing a note to Ms. Busiter with a bored expression.

   “Class, it seems we have a new exchange student with us today~!”

    Marinette tilted her head as her bluebell eyes soon met the dark violet grey eyes of the new student, who looked like he hasn’t had a wink of sleep in ages. His dark purple hair seemed to be defying gravity, and he was dressed in a black leather jacket over the purple shirt of his that seemed tight around his torso, rugged jeans and combat boots. To Marinette, he looked like a bad boy in front of a CD cover of Jagged’s album.

   The boy looked at her and something in his eyes softened, the cold glare he was giving before was gone for just one moment before it was placed with guarded wariness. Strange.

   “Everyone, this is Hitoshi Shinso. He’s Japanese and has been travelling just like Lila with his father and will be joining us for the time being. Say hello to your new classmate everyone~”

  Everyone chorused their greetings as Ms. Busiter smiled over to Hitoshi once more in kindness.

  “Now since you are new, you should be seated in the front. But considering that we have just arranged seatings for another student here, I’m afraid you’ll have to sit with Marinette at the back. Unless you have problem with seeing or hearing?”

   Hitoshi shook his head, “No. The back is fine,”

   For someone that’s supposed to be a foreigner, his French was pretty good.

   Ms. Bustier smiled, “Good. Oh! And since Marinette is our Class Rep, she could show you around the school and help you get comfortable for the time you’re staying in Françoise Dupon,”

   Marinette wanted to protest, but her voice died down as soon as Hitoshi was looking back at her. Why was he looking at her like that? Did he…know her?

   Hitoshi just shrugged as he hoisted his backpack and took his steps up to the back, ignoring the whispers going on around him.

   “Looks like a dude that Juleka could get along with,” Kim whispered to Max.

    “If he didn’t look like an emo band reject, I would’ve considered him,” Chloe muttered to Sabrina, who was nodding her head in agreement.

    Lila just smirked inwardly. Fresh meat~

  Once Hitoshi reached Marinette, he sat beside her quietly, facing forward as Ms. Bustier told everyone to turn to page twenty three of their tablet reading.

   Marinette glanced at her new seat mate as she then leaned over, whispering, “H-Hey, er, do you have your own…?”

   “I might have to share with you,” Hitoshi spoke once more, Marinette surprised that his tone was soft and he turned to her with a small quirk of a smile, “If that’s alright…Marinette, right?”

   Marinette smiled in return, feeling the anger from before leave her completely as she nodded. Might as well be friendly to her new classmate.

   “Yeah. Nice to meet you Hitoshi,”

    “And this is the cafeteria~!”

    Marinette was gesturing to the doors leading to the place of food. Hitoshi hummed with a bit of interest, but then laughed as soon as Marinette’s stomach growled that made the girl blush with embarrassment.

    Considering that Marinette kept her word after Ms. Bustier told her to keep an eye out for Hitoshi and show him around school, the purple haired boy has stuck to her side in every class and the two have talked quite a bit. Marinette talked about her home life, about her parents and their bakery while Hitoshi talked about how he was travelling with his father because of some training.

    “What sort of training?” Marinette asked as they walked together inside the cafeteria, grabbing trays for their food.

    “It’s…kinda like a training for my mind and body. For my future career at least,” Hitoshi explained slowly, as he looked unsure of what to say, “My father isn’t really my father. He’s my mentor and he wants me to get into a course back home and soon. For now, I am in a general studies class in hopes to upgrade to the higher leagues,”

      “Sounds pretty rough. Are you aiming to be some sort of prodigy or something?” Marinette asked as Hitoshi chuckled.

   “I’m not that lucky,” He muttered as he hummed, “I have to work hard to get into that special class. It’s not all about just having natural talent,”

    ’Such big dreams. Guess he wants to go to those special classes to get ahead in life. That’s very admirable,’ She thought as Rose suddenly popped in between the two, grabbing a dish and then walking past them.

    “That’s for you, Lila~”

     “Thank you~ You’re so sweet~”

    “Here’s your appetiser, Lila!”

    “And I’ve got your main course, Lila!”

    “I’ll fetch your dessert, Lila!”

     Hitoshi tilted his head as he observed the crowd of their classmate surrounding that one girl and he narrowed his eyes.

    Lila Rossi.

    He had the displeasure of facing her that one time that Marinette went to the bathroom and he had waited for her. Apparently she was trying to gussy up to him and failed as soon as Marinette came back to him. Which resulted into Marinette grabbing his arm and dragging him away from her.

    “You’re from Japan, right? I bet we have a lot to talk about~ My mom and I travelled there one time for one of her trips and I got to meet some superheroes there? You know that Number One Hero, All Might? He’s basically my godfather,”

    Hitoshi concluded then, that Lila Rossi was a two-faced liar.

    Although it seemed Marinette had a lot to say about her once they were alone again, and he assured her that he wasn’t falling for her lies.

    Although that seemed like a weird answer since the blue haired girl looked at him in surprise.

    “You…You don’t believe her?”

    “Is there a reason that I should?”

    Hitoshi was even surprised when she looked like she was about to cry…in relief? He didn’t say anything that spectacular did he?

    “I’m sorry that I can’t my own tray,” Lila’s voice snapped Hitoshi back to the present as she was holding up her “limp” wrist with a sad look, “It’s almost impossible with this sprained wrist,”

     Well, he’s got to hand it to Lila. She was either a really good actress, or the people around her were total idiots.

“Is this normal?” Hitoshi asked as he looked to Marinette when Kim came in between them, grabbed some cake and rushed back to Lila’s side, “To be treating her like some sort of royalty?”

    “More like a royal pain in the butt,” Marinette murmured but then gasped as she realised she said this out loud and Hitoshi chuckled, “Please forget I said that,”

    “Nah, I think that’s too funny,” The purple haired teased then spotted two people in class joining them in line. Alya Cesaire and Nino Lahiffe, huh?

    “So she was lying about that whole Tinitus thing?” Hitoshi asked loudly for the couple to hear, as Alya sighed tiredly and Nino looked confused.

     Marinette knew what he was doing and sighed as well, “Yes. It’s just so she could sit next to Adrien! And her sprain wrist is totally bogus too!“

     “I don’t get it Marinette,” Alya finally had enough as she looked to her best friend with a frown, “You barely know Lila. Why all the hate?”

    Hitoshi glanced over at Marinette, who looked troubled for a moment but then sighed in defeat.

     “Fine. I’ll tell you everything,”

     She quickly grabbed Alya and Nino from the line once they got their food, leading them to a secluded table while Hitoshi followed them quietly. Once they sat down, Marinette began her story. Hitoshi got the gist of it as she explained that she was suspicious of her and tried following her.

    “She lies with every breath,” Marinette firmly said, her eyes determined.

    Hitoshi gave a look, signalling that he believed her, but it seemed Alya had something else to say.

     “A good reporter always verifies her sources. Can you prove she actually doesn’t know Ladybug?”

     Marinette looked troubled for a second, and Hitoshi intervened.

    “Why don’t you verify it yourself?” Hitoshi retorted with a glare as Alya whirled at him in surprise, “I heard you run a Ladyblog and tend to get interviews from Ladybug from time to time. Are you saying you can’t just ask her if she knows Lila or not? What kind of reporter are you?”

     Marinette looked surprised that the new kid was…defending her? Something in her heart warmed that someone is actually making sense here. Even if he was being rude to her best friend.

     “Yo! What’s your problem, man?” Nino was quick to jump in and defend Alya, who was frowning deeply.

      “My problem is that it seems that you can’t seem to grasp that there is someone who is possibly a pathological liar and you can’t even bother to Google search to see if this Lila is telling the truth,” Hitoshi said calmly, “What if she told an outrageous lie that might get someone into trouble?”

     Nino folded his arms, narrowing his eyes, "What would you know? You've only been here for a day,"

     "You're right. I've only been here for a day and this Lila has been here for, what? Two months or so? But you'd rather believe her than your friend Marinette here who you seem to know longer?"

     Nino looked at a loss for words as Marinette decided maybe she should step in.

     “Okay, wait, you want proof that she’s lying?” Marinette asked as she was standing up and balling a napkin in her hand, looking to Lila and was about to say something until a hand grabbed her wrist, “Wha—?”

     Hitoshi shook her head as he pulled her back down, “If you play her game, she’ll rope you into a trap,”

    Marinette stared at him for a moment before Hitoshi stood up and was soon pulling her with him, despite Marinette’s protests. Everyone looked at them leave, including an angry looking Lila.

     Nino watched them go with a conflicted look, as Alya rolled her eyes upwards.

     “Honestly! He talks as if I have the luxury into talking with Ladybug! You know what! I’m gonna ask her next time I’m a little sneaky fox, if you know what I mean~?” Alya was about to turn and wink at her boyfriend, but paused as Nino looked troubled, “H-Hey? You okay babe?”

     “Huh?” Nino snapped out of it and looked to Alya, “Sorry, I…was thinking about what he said,”

      “He’s a little rough around the edges huh? Looks like he’s taken a liking to Marinette. But it’s pointless since the girl is head over heels with Adrien,” Alya chuckled but was ignored as Nino watched Lila getting up and excusing herself, leaving the cafeteria to where that new kid and Marinette went off to.  

     Nino stood up hurriedly.

     “H-Hey! Where are you going, Nino?” Alya asked her boyfriend worriedly, as Nino looked down at her and smiled.

     “No worries, babe. I just forgot something and need to get it from my locker. I’ll just be right back,” He waved and was soon walking out of there, leaving Alya perplexed.

     Once Hitoshi was in the locker rooms, he let go of Marinette’s wrist and turned to face her, “Did you actually think you could prove yourself by throwing something like a balled up napkin at her?”

     Marinette sighed, “What else was I supposed to do?”

     “How about we gather more evidence first before you end up being on the hating end of your “friends” ire?” Hitoshi shrugged as he leaned against a locker, “From what you’re telling me, she’s a dangerous person to be fighting against. Especially when it comes to manipulating and reading the room too well,”

     “I-I wouldn’t say dangerous…” Marinette said weakly, but then saw the look he was giving and sighed, “But…I do appreciate you looking out for me, even if we just met today. I think you’re the only person right now that I can trust,”

     Something in Hitoshi’s eyes flashed for a second, but he softened as he smiled, “We’re friends, aren’t we?”

      Marinette smiled and nodded, “Yes,”

     She then excused herself to freshen up in the bathroom and walked to the ladies room, Hitoshi telling her that he’ll wait for her. But as soon as she left, Hitoshi heard the door open and hid in an unoccupied locker out of habit, and saw Lila was walking into the ladies room where Marinette was. Alarmed, he was about to follow her until someone grabbed his wrist and dragged him near the boys’ room, now pinned against the door.

     Nino stood before him with a glare.

     “Alright, fess up. Who are you?”

     Hitoshi raised a brow, “Excuse me?”

     Nino scoffed and leaned back, letting Hitoshi have room to breathe, “Who do you think you are? Just saying stuff like how Lila is a liar and making a move on my best bud’s girl? Not cool dude!”

    Ah, it seems there is a misunderstanding here, Hitoshi would think as he then was grabbing Nino’s wrist and dragging him near the girls’ bathroom.

     “Woah, woah, woah! What are you—are you some kind of pervert, man?!” Nino was blushing as they were nearing the bathroom, eyes wide and looking around to see if anyone else is seeing this.

      “Quiet! And listen,” Hitoshi hissed at Nino as he looked at the door, as Marinette’s voice resonated behind the door.

     Nino made a face, and was about to retaliate when he heard Lila’s sweet voice turned cold.

      “I only tell people what they wanna hear~”

      Nino gaped in shock at the voice. Was…was this really Lila?

     As she kept on going, he had to peek inside and saw Lila cornering Marinette into a wall, her hands slammed on either side of her head as she leered down at the slight shaking girl. Nino felt himself growing angry. How could she?! He thought she was their friend and…and she had been lying this whole time?

      The promise of meeting a real big director she knew of from Hollywood to kick off his dream…was that a lie too??

    Marinette was right!

    Nino was about to storm in when Hitoshi was holding him back, shaking his head.

     “Why not?! Nette needs help!”

     Nette…how long has it been since Nino had called his childhood friend that?

      Hitoshi was about to argue when he glanced up, narrowing his eyes at seeing something. Nino followed his line of sight and saw a black butterfly with glowing purple linings and the boy gasped. The two moved away to hide just in time for Lila to storm out, flipping her hair and leaving the locker room with a triumphant smirk.

Nino saw the butterfly was flying towards the bathroom and his eyes widened, “Marinette!”

     Hitoshi was the first to move as he was soon kicking the girls’ door open and was opening his jacket open and looking down at his inner pocket but then paused as he heard some yelling.

      Looking up, he saw a blonde haired girl looking into the bathroom stall, saying something as another squeaky voice spoke up with her.

     "There's no way you'd let Hawkmoth take you!" The snooty looking girl shouted, but then softened as she looked pained to say it but gave it out honestly, “You're an Everyday Ladybug…no, you are Ladybug! So don't let that stupid Lie-La get to you and focus, idiot!"

      Chloe Bourgeois.

      Hitoshi remembered her in the front of his class along with—

      Aha…

      Next to the blonde happened to be Sabrina Raincomprix, Chloe’s right hand, also saying some stuff. Had…had she always been there?

      Shaking his head for now, he stepped forward and gained the attention from Chloe and Sabrina. Sabrina moved and immediately blocked his way, arms out like a shield.

     “D-don’t come any closer, new kid! Besides, this is the girl’s bathroom!” Sabrina chirped shakily, looking at the deadpanned look from the young man and almost shrank in slight fear, “P-please?”

      “Ugh, Sabrina, have a little more backbone,” Chloe flipped her hair as she narrowed her eyes, “Move it, loser. Or I’m gonna scream pervert!”

      “Wait, wait, wait! He’s not a pervert!” Nino was coming in as he was hiding his blushing face with his hat, trying not to look around, “Oh man, I can’t believe I’m in the girl’s bathroom…”

    “Lahiffe?” Chloe blinked but then was looking back when Marinette peaked out, sniffling as she then tilted her head, “Dupain-cheng, don’t…”

     “H-Hitoshi?” Marinette was wiping her eyes as she saw him, but then was surprised at seeing Nino here too, “N-Nino too?”

     “Er, h-hey, Nette…” Nino trembled with embarrassment as he kept his face hidden, “I…wanted to check up on you…a-are you okay?”

     “I’m fine…t-thanks to Chloe surprisingly. And Sabrina too,” Marinette gave a soft smile to the two, as Chloe was blushing and looking away and Sabrina offering Marinette a tissue, which Marinette happily accepted with a thank you.

     “How much did you hear?!” Chloe demanded, almost sounding…protective? And Hitoshi’s eyes widened.

     “W-we only heard about Lila, dude!” Nino was waving a hand up, still covering his face as he was averting his eyes down, “B-But other than that…nothing else? What are you even doing here, Chloe?”

    “W-well…” Sabrina looked to Chloe, who sighed, not wanting to explain.

      Chloe Bourgeois was many things. She was a popular rich girl, she was a hero...but being a patient person, was not one of that something.

      She was sitting on the closed toilet seat, bouncing her leg as it was crossover over her knee and arms folded, finger tapping away at the edge of her elbow as Sabrina was standing next to her as they were listening in on Lila and Marinette talking. 

    They were actually in here to touch up Chloe’s make-up while Sabrina would give her daily report about Adrien, but soon were interrupted with the slamming of the doors opening from Marinette and Lila. Chloe was about to step out and give Dupain-Cheng a piece of her mind when they heard everything. Lila lying to the class and threatening Marinette…Chloe couldn’t help but roll her eyes as Sabrina’s hand was over her mouth with wide eyes.

    Tch, of course Chloe knew that Lila was a liar. Anyone with half a brain could look up on the internet and immediately could dispels all of the lies the little witch tells.

     But tattling was not the Chloe Bourgeois way.

    At least...not when the Queen Bee could do something even better.

     Why waste her precious time? Lila was never gonna rule the school like she will. Chloe will let Lila have her fun before she takes her down herself and show this nobody who's boss.

     She must've zoned out because she ended up hearing Lila’s last words before she left, and Marinette was grumbling to herself.

    Sabrina looked to Chloe with a worried look, “S-should we go out now?”

     Chloe shook her head, “Not yet. Not until Dupain-Cheng leaves…”

      "I thought Chloe was evil! But Lila really takes the whole cake!"

      Chloe wanted to smack the baker girl honestly.

      ...Screw waiting, she was gonna give Dupain-Cheng a world of hurt. Worse than Lila.

      Well, that was the plan until she heard a squeaky cute voice replying back.

       "You mustn't let her get to you Marinette…"

      Who was that? Was Dupain-Cheng on the phone with someone?

       That couldn't be.

       It didn't sound like a person on the phone.

        “Is someone with Marinette?” Sabrina whispered, looking quite confused for a moment, “Who’s voice was that?”

     Chloe frowned in suspicion, but then jumped in shock when she heard a bang, then a "Marinette look out!" and "An Akuma!" from both Marinette's and the new person's voices.

       This was the time the blonde jumped into action. She was Queen Bee after all!

     “Chloe?! What—?”

      Ignoring Sabrina, Chloe swung her stall door open and was rushing to the next stall, kicking it open. Her eyes widened seeing the Akuma floating above the pigtailed girl and…the floating red thing next to her.

    …Ladybug's Kwami.

    How did she know?

     Duh, Chloe wasn't stupid. The thing looked like her dear Pollen. And who else would have a spotted creature floating like that with Ladybug's color schemes?

      'Ugh, ridiculous! UtterLY RIDICULOUS!'

      Shaking her head from the discovery ('Freak out later, action time now!'), Chloe tried to get Marinette to calm down as Sabrina appeared beside her and gasped, but soon was trying to also calm Marinette down.

     "Dupain-Cheng!" She yelled, trying to get the girl's attention.

    Marinette was having her hands over her head, trying to shoo the butterfly away but turned her head with fear in her eyes when she spotted Chloe and Sabrina…and the rest was history.

    Sabrina thankfully left the part out about knowing about Marinette’s secret and just soon stopped with when Hitoshi stormed in the bathroom, “A-and that’s pretty much it,”

      “Anyways, that’s all you need to know! Lila is a menace, and we’re going to stop her,” Chloe folded her arms coolly, as if her words were law.

     Hitoshi knew there was more to it than that, and he had a feeling that something else happened here. But he won’t pry.

      “Wait, what? You’re just gonna attack her?” Nino looked up at Chloe, but gasped as he realised where he was and soon was covering his face again, “I-I mean I’m all for exposing Lila for being a liar but…?”

     “If you’re too scared to, Lahiffe, then just leave it to us~” Chloe growled, but Nino was placing his hat back on and faced her.

     “I just heard the girl talk smack at my childhood friend! Of course I want to help!” Nino said bravely but then blushed as he was rubbing the side of his neck and turned to the door, “I-I mean…you were right Marinette. You were right about her all along and…I’m sorry I almost didn’t believe you,” He told her honestly as Marinette’s eyes soften.

     Suddenly all five teenagers heard the fluttering of wings and looked up to see that the Black Butterfly was still flying around as if finding another target. And soon it was leaving.

     “The akuma!” Nino yelped, but then he and Hitoshi were being pushed out by Chloe and Sabrina frantically, “W-what—What are you guys doing?!”

     “Out, out, out! This is the girls’ bathroom you know and we need privacy!” Chloe screeched, pushing them out and slamming the door behind them.

     Nino blinked but then paled as he saw Adrien looking like he was going to leave the locker room, and now was looking sort of confused and slightly mortified at staring at his frightened and equally mortified best friend. Hitoshi, on the other hand, looked like he didn’t do anything wrong.

     “Um…?” Adrien started, but Nino was soon grabbing his front of his shirt and shaking him in an almost comical fashion.

      “WE’RE NOT SOME PERVERTS OKAY!?!” Nino yelled desperately, shaking the poor blond boy as Hitoshi looked back at the girls’ bathroom.

      So…do Bourgeois and Raincomprix know too?

     But that wasn’t the problem now. He heard footsteps quickly coming their way and Hitoshi grabbed Nino and they both jumped into a locker, leaving a confused Adrien for a moment.

      “…Dude. This is kinda…?” Nino murmured as he was pressed again the other both, but frowned as he was hushed with a hand over his mouth.

     Hitoshi used his other hand, pointer finger over his lips to tell the other to keep quiet as they both saw through the slight opening of the locker that Lila returned and was starting to talk to Adrien. Then she kissed his cheek and he fell to the ground. Both boys’ eyes widened as they watched Lila turn into���Adrien?!

     And the real Adrien being stuffed into a locker before the fake Adrien escaped.

     Coming out from the locker, Nino gasped, “Lila has been akumatized!”

     “Nino. Go and hide,” Hitoshi murmured as he was going to race after Lila but then was grabbed by Nino.

      “No way man, we both stay put! Ladybug and Chat Noir will be here to save the day,” Nino said confidently but then paled, “Oh no, Alya!” He said in worry and soon left Hitoshi’s side and was gone.

     Sighing, Hitoshi opened his jacket pocket and looked down into it, “Looks like we’re up, Kaalki,”

     A familiar regal horse looking kwami poked out from the male’s jacket pocket, huffing slightly as they looked towards the human that was already placing what seems to be sunglasses turning into goggles over his eyes, “Are we going to battle, Sir Toshi?”

     “No. Just backup. Kaalki, FULL GALLOP~!”

     Ladybug sighed as she was chasing after Adrien of all people, having saved a mother and a child from being crushed by a bus. A lot has happened today, and honestly?

     She was sort of tired of it.

     Especially now that Chloe and Sabrina know her secret.

      “We’ll buy you some time and guard the bathroom for you. You go transform into Ladybug and save the day, okay?! Oh! And bring my Miraculous while you’re at it!”

    Who would’ve thought that those two would be the one to find out that Marinette was Ladybug? Well, she would have to worry about that later. Right now, she had to stop that akuma from running amok.

     “Ladybug! I saw the super villain running away!”

     Ladybug looked over to see a child pointing at the merry-go-round and nodded.

     “Thanks!” Ladybug smiled as she spun her yo-yo and jumped down from the lamppost she was standing on, “Don’t stay here, okay? It’s dangerous!”

     Ladybug soon approached the merry-go-round, frowning a bit as she called for the akuma to come out. She didn’t even realise that the akuma she was looking for was now sneaking up behind her.

     “LOOK OUT LADYBUG!”

     Chat Noir came in between the Akuma, Chameleon, and Ladybug then ended up being kissed instead, passing out as the Chameleon turned from the little boy into Chat Noir. The fake was trying to get the real Chat's ring, but Ladybug stopped him.

     “Looks like it’s down to the two of us Ladybug—“

      But the fake Chat blinked as he suddenly felt the ground drag him down to the ground and almost swallow him up, making Ladybug’s eyes widened. How…did that happen? It was like a hole just appeared under the akuma and trapped him halfway down the ground.

      “Looks like I’ve caught the purrpatrator!…Ugh, maybe I shouldn’t have opened with that,” A voice spoke in a drawl and Ladybug looked up in shock at seeing a…horse themed hero?

     The purple hair…why does that look familiar?

     “Er, are you…new?” Ladybug asked slowly as the stallion like hero grinned cheekily.

      “You can just call me Kirin,” He stated with a dramatic bow, head low with a hand over his heart.

    He soon straightened himself out as he looked to the struggling fake Chat growling and trying to get themselves out.

     “You seem to be good at capturing bad guys, huh, Kirin?” Ladybug had her hands on her hips as she then looked to the very stuck Chameleon and sighed, “But now I just need to figure out where their akuma is…plus I haven’t used my Lucky Charm yet…”

     “Well, you can do it now so that everything will be fixed. That is how your power works right?” Kirin asked as Ladybug narrowed her eyes in suspicion of him but nodded.

    “Right…LUCKY CHARM~!” She announced as she threw her yo-yo in the air, the scattering magical ladybugs floating around her to drop—, “A knife? What am I supposed to do with this?”

     “Oh. I have that covered,” Kirin was then pulling out what seems to be a clam shell and Ladybug’s eyes widened.

      Her instincts of red with black spots were activating from the Lucky Charm, to the clam shell, and right back to Chameleon.

     “I have the solution. Kirin, hold their head,”

     Kirin saluted as he was soon holding the fake Chat Noir’s head and Ladybug took the clam, shoving it at Chat Noir’s lips, who looked surprised. A bright light surrounded them and soon Chat was no more and in it’s place was a clam shell that seemed to be making noises.

     Picking up the shell, Ladybug giggled, “We should be friends~ Not anemones~”

     A groan was heard as the two heroes looked over to the real Chat Noir waking up, yawning then looking around in confusion, “W-what happened?”

     “We captured the akuma. Just need to de-evilize it and we’re good thanks to our new friend here,” Ladybug gestured to the horse hero, who just nodded in greeting.

     Pushing the jealousy down for now, the cat hero looked at the new male hero up and down, he then grinned tightly, placing his hand out, “Pleasure to meet you horse-y boy. Welcome to the team~!”

     Kirin raised a brow but took his hand to shake, refraining from rolling his eyes at feeling the other trying to tighten his grip as if to intimidate him. Please.

     “The name is Kirin. Pleasure to meet you alleycat,” Normally, Kirin was pretty good with cats. Loves them even. But he supposed there’s a first for everything.

     Ladybug soon was using the Lucky Charm to pry the shell open, seeing the dark looking pearl and hummed, “Now we break this and see who the villain is today~”

     “You might know them. They’re a familiar face,” Chat spoke up with a tired sigh, as Ladybug looked confused.

     Crushing the pearl in her hand, she watched the butterfly come out and soon was doing her thing to purify the butterfly. Once that was done and she called out her Miraculous Ladybug to undo everything, she was surprised to see Lila in the place of the clam shell.

       “Lila?”

     “Ladybug?” Lila replied back in surprise.

    Ladybug calmed down as she smiled softly, “At least now you can say that I saved your life for real. Truce?” Ladybug said with a chuckle, placing her hand out to Lila, who looked unsure.

     But the Italian girl soon slowly  looked at the hand, then to the heroine’s face, and then smiled back, “Thanks Ladybug,” And soon shook her hand, “I’d be honoured to call you my friend,”

     “Heh, happy to hear that,” The spotted heroine rubbed her head sheepishly, but then turned serious, “Er, hey some advice? You don’t have to lie and pretend to be something you’re not. People will like you for just being yourself,”

     “You have my word, Ladybug,”

     With a wave, Ladybug, Kirin and Chat Noir waved to the girl and left. Lila waved at them, but soon her smile fell as she glared at the three heroes with hate in her eyes. Soon, she’ll get her revenge. And the next time, she won’t fail.

     “You go on ahead Chat. I need to have a talk with our new buddy here,”

      Chat Noir wanted to argue, but sighed, nodding his head and pole vaulted his way home. Ladybug soon turned to the Horse Hero and folded her arms.

      “Now then…did the Guardian of the Miraculous give you your powers?” Ladybug asked directly, as Kirin sighed.

     “Yes. In fact before this, I had the Rabbit Miraculous. But I gave it back to him and thus he granted me Kaalki in her place,”

     Ladybug looked surprised. She did notice that the supposed watch that was supposed to be the Rabbit Miraculous holding the kwami Fluff was missing, but Master Fu said that the original “Master” was keeping it safe until the time was right. So was this guy was Fluff’s owner?

     “I’m guessing that we’re to meet Master Fu together huh?” Ladybug asked as Kirin nodded.

     “Should we go now?”

     Ladybug was about to answer before she felt her earrings beep, and her eyes widened. Right! She’s going to transform. Also, she forgot she left Chloe and Sabrina at school.

     “Er, meet me around four at Master Fu’s place. You know where that is right?”

      Kirin nodded once more, “I do. So I shall see you then,”

      “Yes,” Using her yo-yo, she made her way back to Françoise Dupont.

    As Ladybug left, Kirin was soon sliding himself down some fire escape of the building, landing himself in an alleyway and breathed out.

    “Kaalki, Dismount…”

      A bright light surrounded Kirin as Hitoshi Shinso stood in his place, reaching into his jacket and Kaalki landing onto his shoulder. Pulling out what seems to be baby carrots in a plastic, he soon offered one to the Horse Kwami and the being thanked him before chomping on it.

     “So, are we telling Lady Marinette that you are the stallion of a hero?” Kaalki asked as Shinso let them hide into his jacket pocket along with his Miraculous and hummed.

    “We’ll have to today. If we’re gonna work together in the future, we’re gonna have to learn to trust one another…”

     “Does that mean you’ll tell her everything?”

      Shinso kept quiet as he then sighed, “Not everything. Maybe one day, I’ll be able to tell her. Then again, maybe not if I play my cards right. After all, the future is not set in stone…”

      Ladybug soon landed herself back into the girls’ bathroom of the school, de-transforming back to Marinette and knocked onto the door of the bathroom, smiling when Chloe and Sabrina opened it up.

     “The job’s done?” Chloe drawled with a bored face.

    Marinette nodded, “Yeah…er, you two okay?”

     “We’re fine Marinette,” Sabrina chirped with a smile, nodding her head.

Now that everything has settled, Marinette soon realised the problem right in front of here. Well, two problems actually.

‘With Chloe and Sabrina now knowing my secret, what should I do?’ Marinette thought in a panic.

     Chloe saw this and as if reading her mind, she was waving her hands in front of her chest and looking frazzled, “If you’re thinking I’m going to blab to everyone that you’re Ladybug, then you’re wrong! As if I could ever say that I've been messing with the Ladybug! Do you know how embarrassing that could be!? Me?! Bullying Paris' darling superhero?! Ugh, ridiculous! UtterLY RIDICULOUS!'"

     Sabrina laughed and looked to Marinette, making a zipping motion, “We promise not to tell anyone your secret, Marinette. But hey! This is really cool that we actually know a superhero in our school! Isn’t this awesome?”

     “Yeah…awesome…” Marinette murmured with unsureness.

     She blinked as she felt a vibration from her pant’s pocket. Grabbing it quickly, she soon saw it was a text from Master Fu. And told her to bring Chloe and Sabrina. He knows.

     ‘Well so much for trying to find a way to erase their minds of finding out about me being Ladybug,’ Marinette thought with a sigh as she looked to the two, “Anyways, we should…talk, about what you two found out. And we should do it in a place that is private and away from anyone else knowing. So after school we head out,”

     “Right. Which reminds me, you still didn’t give me Pollen and let me help out today!” Chloe whined with a pout, as Marinette patted her shoulder.

     Marinette was starting to wonder if she should maybe bonk Chloe in the head and hope she has amnesia about today. But the three soon were going out of the locker rooms and returned to class.

     As they wanted for Ms. Bustier to come back, Marinette was sitting on the stairs with Chloe and Sabrina when she spotted Lila once more surrounded by their classmates.

    “Of course Ladybug saved my life~! She never misses the opportunity to rescue her best friend~!” Lila giggled softly, Marinette seething inside at Lila yet again lying and everyone eating it up.

     “Didn’t your Tinitus give you vertigo when you went up the Eiffel Tower?“ Max asked in confusion, but Lila was waving him off with another sweet giggle.

     “Oh no~! Ladybug knows me so well, that she brought me an earplug to stick at my right ear~!“

     Marinette was about to say something but Chloe beat her to the punch, already smacking her fist into her other hand.

     “Her right ear? DID SHE SERIOUSLY MESS UP HER LIE? Ugh, what a ridiculous witch! At least keep your damn story straight! We’ve got her now~!” Chloe was soon marching over to Lila, Sabrina squeaking as she followed after her.

     Marinette was about to follow as well to maybe stop Chloe from maiming Lila (even though she actually wanted to see the blonde go on a tirade at the liar), but was stopped at a concerned voice.

     Adrien.

     Normally, she would be swooning at the fact that he was talking to her. But somehow her smile fell as Adrien was telling her to take the high road and do nothing.

     “As long as you and I both know the truth, does it really matter?”

     And…with those eyes looking at her and giving that sweet smile…of course Marinette fell for it. How could she resist? And so, she just softly smiled and shrugged, agreeing with Adrien.

     But a certain DJ wasn’t exactly thrilled of hearing the words his best buddy had spoken.

    Nino peeked from under the stairs, wanting to wait for Alya since she said she was going to ask Lila into doing another interview about Ladybug, but ended up overhearing what Marinette and Adrien were talking about. 

    Well, of course he knew Adrien wasn’t exactly an expert on the real world just yet. The guy was practically home-schooled and mostly learnt things from books and probably a lot of manga (Nino had once heard Adrien reciting how he was going to win the love of his life with a story he read in an anime, and Nino had to to tell him frankly that way was borderline creepy). But…to tell someone to stand by when there was not only a liar, but a bully?

    Nino can’t let this go.

     Maybe he should talk to Adrien more about Lila. But…Adrien knew Lila was a liar and is not saying anything. It hurt Nino that Adrien didn’t tell him that. Nino just knew that Adrien was going to tell him the same thing he told Marinette. But it’s worth a try.

      Nino watched as Marinette was dragged by Chloe and Sabrina, the bell ringing to signal their last class is about to start. Well, guess he should head to class as well and catch Adrien later. He was soon coming out of his hiding and spotted Hitoshi already heading up as well. Where had the dude gone since the akuma attack anyways?

     “Yo!” Nino caught up to him and walked beside him, grinning, “Er, sorry for ditching ya to find Alya. I mean, I was worried about her, she's my girlfriend after all. Especially when I saw the akuma attacking her and her journal for her Ladyblog. Thankfully Ladybug fixed everything,” He laughed as Hitoshi kept quiet.

    Okay, he knew that they weren’t the best of friends…but still…

    “Hey man, if this is about me getting all agro on you before, then I’m sorry,” Nino said solemnly as he sighed, fixing his hat while having a look that screamed he was guilty for yelling at him before, “I know you were just helping Nette out and…I appreciate that,”

    Hitoshi finally looked up as they entered the class, but his eyes were glancing up to the back of the room. Nino raised a brow and followed his line of sight and saw Adrien sitting next to Marinette instead.

     “Wow! It’s pretty cool back here!”

     Marinette was giggling as she looked at the oblivious model with hearts in her eyes.  

     Nino smiled. Well, good on Marinette getting to sit next to her crush. He looked back to Hitoshi and was surprised to see hostility in his eyes while staring at Adrien.

     ‘Was the dude jealous? Does he like Nette?’ Nino thought frantically, but then realised…it didn’t look like jealousy at all. Then what was it?

     Hitoshi sighed, as he then looked to the empty seat next to Lila, and inwardly cringe. Nino saw this and felt sympathy for the dude and as Ms. Busiter was starting roll call, he was raising his hand up.

     “Yes, Nino? What is it?” The ginger haired teacher smiled softly, as Nino was placing an arm around Hitoshi, surprising the Japanese boy.

     “Er, hey Ms. Bustier~! Considering that Adrien has moved seats, is it cool if I can be seat mates with my man Hitoshi here?”

     Caline looked surprised, “Um, I don’t mind…but is there a reason?”

     “Oh well, I kinda realised that it’s not a good idea for me to sit next to Alya since we’ll just end up chatting through class and never get any work done,” Nino chuckled, as he then looked to Hitoshi and winked, “Besides, my boy here needs more guy buddies, don’t you think?”

     “Well, this is really nice of you Nino! And thank you for making our new friend here feel so welcome~” Caline was clapping her hands in pride of her student, nodding, “Very well. Alya, move to the front here with Lila and Hitoshi and Nino could sit behind them,”

    Alya looked confused at this, staring at her boyfriend as if to ask what was going on, and Nino was leaning over to whisper to her.

    “Sorry babe. Gotta be a good friend to this dude because, well, he’s the new kid. You know what’s that’s like right babe?” Nino explained as he winked, “Besides, you’re too darn distracting~”

     That seemed to appease Alya for now, giggling a bit as she nudged him, but moved her stuff and sat next to Lila.

    Hitoshi and Nino sat next to each other in their seats, as Bustier continued the roll call.

     “Why did you do that?” The purple haired teen asked, raising his hand showing that he was present, before turning back to Nino, “I could’ve handled Rossi myself,”

     “Hey, that’s what friends do? I saw how you looked uncomfortable sitting next to her and I don’t blame ya,” Nino said quietly with a shrug, only wanting Shinso to hear this only, “But since we’re allies now into protecting Marinette, might as well get to know one another and have each other’s backs right?”

     Hitoshi’s eyes softened for a moment as Nino was lifting a fist up, giving a grin.

     “Friends?”

     He pursed his lips for a moment, and Nino thought the guy was going to ignore his fist bump. But soon Hitoshi looked…almost shy, as he lifted his own fist up and gently bumped their knuckles together with a nod.

     “F-friends…”

     Nino was almost reminded of the time Adrien first came to school, and beamed brightly. Wow, guess the guy wasn’t so bad after all. Looked like the dude didn’t have much friends in his life time. And so, Nino Lahiffe was about to change that~!

    Marinette sighed as she was exiting the school with Chloe and Sabrina, who were chatting about…well, something, the pig tailed girl couldn’t really tell. She looked over and saw Nino and Hitoshi were waving at Alya leaving with Lila, and Marinette had to look hurt.

     Since when did Alya and Lila get close?

     Nino saw Marinette, Chloe and Sabrina and waved, approaching them with Hitoshi trailing behind him, “Hey guys, you heading home?”

     “Actually, Lahiffe, we’re going to go shopping together. Just us girls,” Chloe flipped her hair back as she huffed, hands on her hips.

     “Wow, you three sure are close now,” Nino tilted his head and grinned, “Well, I’m taking my buddy Hitoshi here to go sight seeing around Paris. Was gonna ask if ya’ll wanted to come but if you guys have plans…”

    "As if I would be caught dead going on some cheap tour around the town on foot. No thanks," Chloe was waving her hand as a limo came in front of them, glancing to the side for a moment to see Lila coming back around to approach them.

     Quickly, she grabbed Sabrina and Marinette's wrists and dragged them to the limo, and told her driver to step on it and left. Nino looked confused but soon realised why the three girls left. And he didn't want to take a chance for the liar to talk to them either.

    “Nino, where are we going first?”

     Nino looked over at Hitoshi, grinning,, “Well~ First off, I suppose we go straight to Andre’s! He has the best ice cream in the city you know?”

    Suddenly, Hitoshi’s phone vibrated and he picked up, looking at it and then frowned. Nino wondered what got his new friend to have a face like that before Hitoshi placed his phone away and looked to Nino with a relaxed smile.

     “So what’s your favorite ice cream?”

[pikaflute]

i’m writing magcharles and i guess you can preview the beginning of this because I think it is actually quite good

Out of all the bands Charles has had the pleasure of working for: Dethklok is the most unique. That is probably the nicest way Charles can put it without giving himself a migraine. Dethklok has their quirks, and it seems like each quirk is just so they can drive their manager up a fucking wall. Thankfully, Charles has kept his composure so far, opting to scream into his pillow every night, but the boys do not make it easy for him. Between Pickles’ excessive drug and alcohol use, Nathan’s tendency to fall asleep during very important meetings, Skwisgaar’s incessant nagging, and Murderface’s insistence to put a hole in every surface in his office, Charles has kept it together. Barely, but he’s kept it together.

Then there’s Magnus Hammersmith. Charles reaches for the acetaminophen just thinking about him. It’s like whatever God is up there decided to punish him (Charles bets it on him being gay) for some reason with the most annoying man ever created. Magnus is the paragon of annoyance (and if Charles ever told him that his already massive ego would inflate) and it’s no wonder, Charles thinks, that his bandmates are constantly complaining about him. From Magnus’ tendency to lie about anything and everything, his aforementioned ego, his perfectionist attitude that halts music process, to that whiny tenor that shoots up an octave or three when he doesn’t get his way and may be giving Charles early tinnitus. Everything about Magnus is specifically made to make everyone suffer, and that curly haired asshole knows it. He revels in it, and that makes Charles’ migraine worse.

Someone needs to take him down a peg. And quickly.

Speaking of, said asshole is coming today. The calendar on Charles’ desk has a circle around today’s date, the 18th, with the words ‘Magnus’ in red pen. Next to the word Magnus is a sad face. That sums up how today’s meeting will go pretty nicely. As Charles reaches for the pills (extra strength this time, he’s going to need it), he hears the voice of his assistant Grace, coming from the speaker on his phone.

“Sir. Mr. Hammersmith is here.”

Charles will give Magnus one thing. At least he’s always on time. Charles’ presses the button to reply.

“Send him in please.”

A few moments pass by and he hears boots stamp towards his office. Then, the door swings open and in comes the source of Charles’ flaring tension headache. Magnus smiles at Charles, grin curling up mischievously. It reminds Charles of a cat.

“Chuck! How’s my favorite manager doing?”

“Don’t call me that. Sit down please. And I am quite alright, thank you.”

Magnus slumps down in the seat in front of Charles. He looks bored.

“So why did you call me from my very busy schedule. You know we have practice today.”

Lying already. Great. It was going to be one of those days. Charles taps his desk to stop himself from rubbing at his temples.

“Insurance forms and waivers. You were sick when I filled them out with the rest of the boys. So, you get a special meeting with me.”

“Ooh fun.”

“Quite.”

Charles pulls out a big stack of papers from his desk. Magnus’ eyes widen.

“Jesus Chu-“

“I am filling out most of these. I need you to fill out personal info. Please wait and we will be done with this soon.”

Magnus huffs but doesn’t do anything else. Very well. At least there was no witty remark this time. He begins filling out some basic preliminary information and reads through the heavy worded jargon. No matter what, Charles will never get tired of reading documents with loopholes and  hidden agreements interwoven into wall of texts that would make people’s head spin. Call him a nerd, but legal jargon gets him excited. Charles works up a good pace filling pages out (doing it four times before probably helped), however he stops when he hears an incessant tapping. He has a pretty good idea on where that’s coming from. He looks up at Magnus, sure enough tapping away some beat on the arm rest.

“Magnus.”

“Huh?”

“Tapping. Please stop that.”

“Figuring out a new beat.”

“Last time I checked you are not a man named Pickles,” Magnus goes to say something (probably about Pickles’ drum patterns being off) but Charles cuts him off, “If you are so desperate to keep to your busy schedule, I insist you keep quiet.”

“Whatever.”

The tapping stops after a scoff and an eyeroll from Magnus. Charles looks back down and gets back to work. Well that settles that for now. Except when a few minutes roll by and he hears a cup rattle on his desk, and then a shuffle of clothes and squeaky leather as if someone is readjusting themselves after pulling off the shittiest heist imaginable. Charles sighs. Magnus must think he’s stupid because this is the third time the man has tried stealing pens from his office. Charles let it slide the first two times, but if Magnus keeps this charade up, he’s gonna run out of pens. And to be quite honest, Charles likes his pens more than he likes the guitarist. Charles turns the page of the waiver and taps the desk to get Magnus’ attention.

“Put the pen you stole back.”

“What? Fuck you I didn’t steal shit.”

Charles looks up from the insurance waiver he’s writing and sighs. Fine. He’ll play this game. Charles gets up from his desk and moves to the front, standing in front of Magnus. Even when seated (and slouched in his seat) the guitarist is still pretty tall, so Charles doesn’t have to cast his glare too far down to ask for his pen back.

“Pen.”

Charles puts out his hand. Magnus gives a smirk.

“Yeah I got your pen right here.”

Magnus goes to pull something out of his jacket. Instead of Charles’ pen, it’s a middle finger. Very classy. And apparently according to Magnus, absolutely hilarious. But Charles isn’t laughing.

“Oh man! I got you Offdensen! You should see the look on your face!”

Between Magnus’ jeering, Charles grabs the offending hand. Two can play at this game. He squeezes.

“Haha-ow! That fucking hurts. Let go.”

Magnus pulls but Charles doesn’t let go. In fact, he squeezes even harder. Charles gives a faint smile when Magnus winces.

“Hey! That’s my fretting hand!”

Ah there’s that whiny tenor. Charles can hear his ears beginning to ring already. Charles eases up his grip a bit and puts his hand out again.

“Relax. You have insurance. My pen please.”

“Fine. Fine. Here.”

[cringe-phase]

Sisterhood of the Travelling Deleted Scene

This is the deleted alternate beginning of....many abandoned ideas. First it was gonna be a quick one-shot to practice stuff in preparation for a multichapter project, but I decided to just start the multichapter instead. I tried to make this work for the beginning of “One Two Three (Four)”, but I was too sold on Draxum being the cause for Don’s amnesia, so I rewrote it and liked the new beginning better anyway. Then I tried to make it work for two other ideas that I quickly lost interest in for being too serious--I like my lighthearted moments too much. 

Nowadays I think it's destined to be forever unfinished...but I still dig it even without a use...so, here just take it in it's abandoned and unedited glory.

Summary: The brothers stumble upon the Foot Clan and get into a fight on the rooftop when Donnie gets blindsided. Takes place early Season 1.

Disclaimer: characters use the concept of using a crutch as an insult and is not a reflection of what the author thinks.

It had all started so well.

Four brothers were on their way to their go-to pizza joint. The pizza joint was in no way their favorite, it was simply their go-to because it was owned by a Yokai and therefore they could dine in for once and enjoy an atmosphere that wasn’t a sewer. They adored their home and all, but no windows and the same view day in and day out would be a bummer to any free spirited teen. So off they went for some well-deserved pizza and socialization on the same night that the universe decided that today it was going to roll the dice.

It was Mikey that spotted the breaking and entering taking place. The little orange turtle immediately pointed it out, and much to the middle children’s displeasure, Raphael’s moral responsibility steered them to the crimes instead of the pizza. Said displeasure was expressed through groans and claims of “The police can handle it, not every little thing had to be our problem bro”, but was quickly silenced by the reveal of the perps and this week’s villain of the week.

“It’s those flame head guys again. For such a big city, we run into them a lot.” Raph pointed out, scratching his chin as they perched on the building next door.

“I think they have a stealing things obsession--”

“Kleptomania.” The purple turtle interrupted the slider.

“--they’re always breaking and entering when we find them.” Leo ignored his brother.

“I mean, that’s probably in the bad guy job description.” Michelangelo said from his seat on Raph’s shoulders.

“....D’you think they’re hiring?”

“Leo!” Raph scolded and Leonardo immediately shrugged unapologetically.

“Whaaat? It was just a little question.”

“No, you are hereby BANNED from joining the bad guys!” Raph nodded at the finality and jumped to the roof of the break-in-in-progress.

Donatello casually joined his blue banded brother’s side as Raph leapt with Mikey still on his shoulders. Leo glanced at him curiously.

“What do you think the pay’s like? Theoretically.” Donatello asked with an interested tone.

“Better than ours probably, considering we don’t get paid.” Leo crossed his arms to pout. “But Raph said we can’t. Oh well.”

“No,” Donatello smirked and looked at his brother slyly before lightly bonking him on the forehead with his tech bo, “Raph said you can’t.”

“What?! Donnie?!?!” Leo gaped as his snickering brother leapt off to join the rest of their quartet. He pouted as he jumped after him, fully intending to snitch on the purple teammate but immediately getting shushed by Raphael upon joining. “I didn’t even--”

“Shh, Leo, look!” Raph gestured to the turning of the knob of the stairway door to the roof. “Hide, now!”

The turtles had just barely all gotten into hiding spots as the door finally swung open, the hand on the doorknob connecting to a large brutish guy. The Brute held the door open for his skinny partner.

“I thought I heard something out here.” The Brute said, suspiciously looking around.

“I told you,” His Lieutenant said, “You need to get your tinnitus looked at.”

“I don’t think it was that Boss, it’s not even that bad.”

“Then you’re being paranoid.”

“I’m tellin’ you, Boss, I’m onto something! Everywhere we go those turtles show up!”

“Hey!” Although Mikey was whispering, he was doing so quite loudly. “They’re talking about us!!”

“Mikey shhh!” Leonardo slapped his hand over his younger brother’s mouth, nervously peeking back around the structure they had both hidden behind. The Foot representatives hadn’t noticed them, and Leo breathed a sigh of relief. He could see Donatello hidden smartly behind the structure with the door the bad guys had walked out of, ready to move counter to their location to remain hidden indefinitely, and Raphael was camouflaged as a gargoyle perched on the corner of the building just out of the light enough to be a vague shape. He looked to his brothers to gauge what the plan was going to be and ignored Michelangelo’s tapping on his wrist. Were they going to wait out the bad guys and follow them in like real ninjas? Were they going to ambush right here right now? Was Donnie hacking into the building right now to locate what the Foot was even here for?

All of a sudden Leo’s hand was warm and wet. “Ew!” He recoiled his hand back and looked at his little brother, betrayed.

“Hey, who’s there?!”

Leonardo hastily started wiping his hand on his brother’s head, ignoring his quiet protests and peeked out from their hiding spot and met the eyes of the Brute. He yelped and quickly hid again.

“Look! Boss it’s the turtles, I told you!” Brute exclaimed. “They’re here just like always!”

“Enough of your conspiracies, just deal with them!” The Lieutenant commanded as he started folding paper faster than an average human.

Leo swore as the Brute ran towards them and grabbed Mikey by his shell to move him out of the way while he wiped his own spit off of himself. A fist came down on their hiding spot as Leo threw Mikey out of the way and ran the opposite direction to get some distance.

“Leo! Mikey!” Raphael sprung into action as the Brute turned to pursue his blue brother. A trio of origami soldiers poofed into existence and cut him off. “We were supposed to be stealthy!”

“He licked me!” Leonardo complained as he dodged a swing and backflipped onto the roof of the doorway. “It caught me off guard!”

“Mikey!” Raph scolded as he blocked a punch and threw one of his own.

“I couldn’t breathe! He wouldn’t move his hand off of my face!” Michelangelo defended as he ran to assist his eldest brother.

“All of my brothers are evil!” Leo continued on his drama streak.

Donatello emerged from his hiding spot in the shadows and landed a surprise attack on the Brute, his tech bo in its hammer format and sent the bad guy to the ground momentarily. “Can we save the family bickering until after we are no longer in combat?!”

“Why do you say that like this is a game?” The Brute asked from the ground, curious. “This is real life, kid, we could really hurt you.”

“Roll for initiative!!” Donnie yelled as a battle cry, using his bo to vault himself over the Brute and toward the Lieutenant, smacking into a hastily made Origami soldier instead while Raph hurried to cover him.

Combat was successfully initiated. Origami soldiers were created and fists continued to fly. (Do better transition)

“As much as I love the impromptu field test of my new tech bo addition,” Donatello swung his bo with a manic grin, the chainsaw application tearing apart the paper soldiers like they were butter, “We’re going to be here all night if we don’t focus on the source!”

“Oh yeah,” Michelangelo thoughtfully added, “Like the spawners in Minecraft! They’re just gonna keep coming forever.”

“I mean, we actually have a decent handle on this. Plus I’m kinda having fun shredding these bozos!” Leonardo had taken the opportunity to practice some more extravagant swings and flourishes. Since upgrading to a single sword he’s been curious about pulling off one of those fancy spin-attacks he’s seen on some fighting games.

“Yeah I’m down with downing more of these paper pawns!” Mikey agreed, eyes alight as he set some origami soldiers ablaze with his mystical kusari-fundo.

“Ok so we got two for having fun with these jerks for once, how about--”

“Raph would like to hurry and be done here!” Raphael yelled from his side of the battlefield, punching a stray origami soldier as he dodged another punch from the Brute.

“You didn’t have to crash our outings, y’know.” The Brute mumbled.

Donatello sighed as he shredded another group of paper soldiers into confetti before activating his battle shell to initiate hover mode. He flew above the field, his younger brothers immediately picking up his slack and cutting through his share of soldiers, and zeroed in on the Lieutenant frantically making origami man after origami man like a well-oiled machine. Honestly, the speed in which he pumped those out was admirable. But, Donatello wanted pizza and he was bored shredding the same kind of enemy multiple times a minute. 

Spinning his tech bo back into its bo format, Donatello dove towards the Origami-spawner and swung, narrowly missing as the Lieutenant jumped out of the way. The jets of the Battle Shell whirred as he hovered back into the air, glaring down at the man with a cocky grin. A better challenge than the Origami Soldiers, which the flame-headed human kept folding and throwing into the battle as he dodged Donnie’s dives.

Donatello swung again and the Lieutenant ducked and blew a raspberry, much to Donnie’s annoyance. He could feel his eye’s want to twitch but honed his willpower to keep it at bay, honing in on taking this disrespectful villain down.

His tunnel vision left him blindsided by the paper hand that grabbed his ankle and slammed him back to the ground, another immediately jumping into his shell jet pack to sabotage any attempts to flee to the skies. He glared up at the human puppeteer, grin replaced by a frustrated frown.

“Not so tough without your little gadget, are you?” The Lieutenant rasped, now the one with the cocky grin. He circled the turtle, examining the spluttering jets shredding the fingers of the paper soldiers holding it down. “Why does a turtle need a fake shell anyway? Is it like a crutch?”

The “crutch” in question immediately sprang free from the purple turtle’s back, sending it and the paper man attached to it directly into the Lieutenant. Donatello immediately swung his bo to swat his legs free of soldiers and jumped to his feet. His glare upon the man sharpened.

“I don’t need a crutch.” He growled, softshell open to the evening breeze. It wasn't a sensation he was used to, but capable of ignoring nonetheless. He raised a judgmental eyebrow at the twitch of the Lieutenant's hands on paper. "Do you?"

The Flame Head immediately halted his folding and narrowed his otherworldly eyes at the teen. He knew he was being baited--he did the same thing to the kid--but he couldn't back down lest his honor and ego take a hit.

Lou Jitsu would meet the challenge head on.

The Foot Lieutenant tossed his paper to the side and took a defensive pose.

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[stachmousworld]

Avenge me tomorrow (Ch.3)

The model on the collage is Philomena Kwao. She is so gorgeous and graceful!

Pairing: polyavengers x Black!reader

Previously: Bruce took care of Thea. Mjöllnir reached for her and deemed her worthy. She is transcended by all the knowledge from Mjöllnir.

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 4 - Part 5 - Part 6 -  Part 7 - Part 8  - Part 9 - Part 10 - Part 11

Thea woke up alone. Not that she was surprised. After last night, she would have probably had another breakdown if someone had gone in bed with her. She was sore and dirty as mentally than physically.

She braced herself, stood up, wobbling on her feet and worked her way to the bathroom. She stood in the shower naked and turned the water on. The cold water hit her back but instead of shrieking as she usually does, she stood still. The low temperature brought back some images from the Mjolnir true power: Ultimate strength.

 She squatted down and washed her private parts thoroughly. Now she was thinking about it, it wasn't the first time Mjöllnir had reached her. There was some times when she’d thought her tinnitus worsened. She was so used to abnormal background noises that she hadn't really paid any attention to the source of the buzzing. Only when she had been in dire need of help, the Hammer had been louder and had came straight to her.

After going through the motion of the memories, she could now understand what Thor meant about fellowship. It’s true that companions were like an only body, fighting, loving and grieving together. It wasn’t like a wife and her husband.

No.

It was a stronger feeling, a link that couldn't be broken, even by death.

It didn’t lessen Thea’s pain and anger. This boiling sensation rising in the pit of her stomach didn't come from her. She barely had enough strength to do her daily ablutions. She surely couldn't muster an ounce of pure anger.

Thea dried herself with her mom’s favorite fuzzy towel. She pressed her nose in it and sniffed the scent of her mom’s washing liquid. She closed her eyes and took a deep breath. Mom, where are you? I need you, she thought, sadly. Tears pooled in her closed eyes, but she kept them trapped. You are strong, you are strong, she repeated as mantra.

She took a last deep breath, straightened her back and went into her closet. She didn’t want to be her habitual flamboyant self today. She felt so much sorrow an emptiness that she couldn’t bear seeing them looking at her, ogling her like an object. Even though it was her fault in the first place.

As she entered the occupied kitchen, all their conversations came to a halt. Mjöllnir was at Thor’s feet and Thea…God, she had to calm down.

Don't look at the Hammer, don't look at the damn Hammer, she repeated firmly in her head.

“Hey,” she waved her hand and sat on the only empty chair, between Bucky and Steve. Mjöllnir was buzzing, raging in her heart. And just like that, she could hear each sound, each breath, see each molecule, feel the earth under the building. The oppressing feeling stopped as quick as it started. She took a shuddered breath and tried to keep it calm. Would she ever going to get used to its presence in her mind?

“Thea,” Bucky asked worried.

She hummed.

“Are you okay?”

Now, you care, she thought viciously. She blinked shocked by her mental outburst. As she checked her feelings, she finally noticed the anger. It seeped in her mind under the form of a vicious snake in the grass. It was slowly hissing, body moving silently through the grass before it attacked. She contemplated the snake with interrogation. She knew it’d never hurt her. That, she was sure of. Its eyes gleamed in the darkness of her thoughts like two stars in a dark sky.

It hissed before going back into her darkness. She was about to follow it –

“Thea?” Tony asked, concerned.

She opened her eyes and blinked a few times to erase the image of the snake. She admitted her defeat when it wouldn’t disappear. The snake had wanted to tell her something. Its hiss had made sense. It had resonated in her soul like an indubitable fact. But when she tried to remember what it truly meant; the words wouldn’t come.

She shook her head, feeling slightly annoyed, and raised her eyes. They all looked…really worried. Thea sighed and pushed down her unrequited feelings. They didn’t feel sad because they loved her but because she was their ward and Rhodey would kick their ass. She smirked at that thought. He so would. And maybe hers too. At that thought her smile diminished. 

“Are you okay?” Natasha asked calmly.

“’m fine,” she replied while eating her waffles.

“Are you sure?”

“Yes, Nat’", she replied, exasperated. Thea met Natasha's piercing eyes. She knew that if she tried to smile, Nat’ would detect the fakeness. She was surprised the other hadn’t already noticed. For superheroes, they were shams.

“Ok,” Natasha conceded, still staring at her.

Bruce also was observing her. After last night, she didn't want to think about his kindness and care. She wanted to stay strong in front of them. She knew deep down that they were not all black or white but a vibrant grey color. They had never really hurt and that’s why she had to take drastic measures. She couldn’t fell into this emotional rollercoaster. There was no place for her in their relationship. That’s why her only solution was avoidance. At first, she had wanted to call that fleeing, but she didn’t want to seem like a coward. Then, a retreat would imply that they had attacked, and she was forced to back off, which was untrue. Only the term avoidance put them on the same level.

She could feel Bucky and Steve’s inquisitive eyes watching her every move. She was starting to feel claustrophobic. Her body was tensed, her movements jerky and her mind ran circles. She willed her body to relax. The last thing she wanted was to set the two nonagenarian Cerberus on her track.

“Anyway, we saw the video and you could have waited for us!” Clint complained, raising his fork in the air. Eggs flew around him. Nat’ sent him a death glare. He grimaced and lowered his fork slowly, mumbling an apology. Only when he put back his fork on the table, Nat’ turned back to her.

“Next time,” Bucky chuckled, somewhat still awkwardly. There was some edge in his voice. Thea pretended to not have noticed his worried glances. She was almost sure that he knew how she really felt or had at least some suspicions.

“Indeed, next time,” repeated Thor. He leaned toward Bucky and kissed him on the lips. Thea recoiled slightly. As she gazed away, she fell on Natasha’s assessing eyes. Instead of trying to engage with her, Thea put a large portion of her waffle in her mouth and focused on eating the rest of her plate, quickly.

A few days prior, she had been more than excited to listen to them talking about her like that, negotiating what they could do, her safewords and kinks.  But now she could mostly feel the fear and disgust as she listened to them planning another go with her. She only felt more ashamed when she felt a part of her getting aroused. What was wrong with her?

Normally, her kink laid strongly into that kind of play. But the feeling she had for each of them was more than lust and she couldn’t…she swallowed her sob and teary eyes. She pretended to choke to hide her tears. Steve slapped a few times onto her back.

“Here, here, it’s okay. Breathe deeply now.”

She accepted the glass of water he handed her.

“It happens to the best of us," he said softly.

“Your gag reflex is off, little girl,” Bucky joked, his inquisitive eyes still on her. "Last night you had no problem taking us, right Stevie?"

Steve's face became as red as the rage flowing in her veins. She was used to the lewd comments and would normally be aroused. But today, it rubbed her the wrong way. The snake hissed louder to push her to strike. She dabbed her mouth with a tissue. The triangular head appeared briefly behind her eyelids, remining her of its ominous presence.

"Really, Steven? I arrived a little too late to enjoy the sight of you chasing your relief in Thea's throat", Thor complained.

Thea forced herself to drink and unclenched her hand. She pretended to smile, not looking at anyone specifically. She thanked God for the glass of water. Without she would have never been able to hide her grimace. And if the situation wasn’t already nauseating Mjollnir was singing to her ears, calling her, pressing her to lift it. At the verge of giving in and reaching for it, she quickly stood up.

“Whoa there,” Steve exclaimed, stabilizing her.

“Sorry," she said quickly. "I…have forgotten my meeting. I’m going to be late.” She took her plate and glass and put it in the dishwasher. “I will be out for the day.”

“You don’t have to rush like that. I could tell Happy to drive you there,” Tony offered.

Thea could hear the murmurs between Natasha and Bruce and tuned them out. They had figured you out, you have to bounce, she thought hastily.

“Oh, I thought you’d stay with us,” Thor offered, as if he really cared.

She didn’t hate any of them. But she hated how they made her feel. Hated to feel cared off when Thor was using this soft, caring tone. When all of this was pretense. She hid her trembling fingers in her hoodie pockets.

“We’d take care of you,” he continued, his eyes drifted to Bucky and the rest of them. The lust in his eyes turned into longing, love, which was easily reciprocated.

The Hammer moved a little. Enough to calm her down and reassure her. They don’t care about you. They don’t really like you’d wanted to.

“No,” she said firmly, surprising all of them. “I have things to do. Don’t wait for me tonight. Actually, we’ll probably see each other in two days”, she finished swiftly and took off. She didn’t let them chase her, and she made a beeline to the elevator. 

It was working. She was almost free. Jarvis opened the doors and let her in.

She heard quick footsteps and Nat's voice.

It was too late. 

Next chapter

[yeojaa]

SUGAR HIGH, chapter vii. (w. JJK)

You're not entirely sure when it happened, though you'd come to terms with it. You'd counted the days, waiting for the inevitable. You'd truly thought you'd be okay, but by the broken, half-beating thing in your chest - you knew you'd never really been prepared.

alt summary.  You thought you’d known real love and maybe you had - it just wasn’t with who you thought.

pairing.  jeon jungkook.  mentions/involvement of ot7.

tags.  angst, break up, post-break up, comfort, OT7, slow burn, friendship, moving on, hurt/comfort, emotional hurt/comfort, emotional baggage, fluff, canon compliant, jeon jungkook is bad at feelings, jeon jungkook is a good friend, jeon jungkook is a sweetheart.

rating.  general (for now?)

word count.  ~2000

chapter 7.  Heal By Myself

He could give you a solid answer for almost any question you asked him.  If he didn't know, he'd figure it out.  You, on the other hand, struggle with indecision like it makes up 50% of you.  (It would be more, but you're indecisive like that.)

You practically float through the next few days, wrapped up in the afterglow of spending time with some of the most energetic people you've ever met in your life.  It's as if you've borrowed some of that endless exuberance, letting it sink deep into the rivers of your veins and fill the spaces of your broken little heart.

It's nice to forget - if only for a little while.

When you were alone, you tended to be largely introspective, keeping to yourself despite the capacity for love your carried.  

Sure, you'd have girl's night.  You'd dance around Yejin's kitchen counter, laughter bubbling forth like an overflowing fountain.  It didn't matter if you were trying out a new recipe - which, nine times out of ten went wonderfully as long as neither girl touched it - or if you were sprawled across the floor, a tangle of limbs upon haphazard cushions.  

You'd even go out for drinks after work, knocking back shot after shot of Soju like your body depended on it.  You'd keep up with the best of them - the men from the other floors cheering as you'd demand another round.  You'd giggle with the girls, trading secrets like they were currency and fawning over anyone who walked through the door.  What a gorgeous girl!  Look at the legs on that guy!

You were never truly unhappy.  You'd learnt to occupy yourself when the familiar heaviness settled in, weighing your bones down like lead.

But this was different.  This was a welcome effect of the Bangtan Boys.

Not to say their friendship didn't come with hardships.  

As much as they lifted you up, they kept you grounded, forcing you through the motions of sharing.  They coaxed you out of your shell, even when you wanted nothing more than to pretend everything was okay.  You appreciated that about them, too.

"It's nice to see you."  Yoongi's warmth is there, gentle against your side.  He's propped elbows, eyes staring straight ahead beneath a sweeping fringe, as if he's speaking to no one in particular - but you know he's addressing you.  After all, you were the only other person outside.

You suppress a small smile, studying the rapper from your periphery.  "Even though you got woken up?"

A snicker fills the air and his gummy smile appears, brilliant as ever.  Still facing the expansive sky before you and the rolling hills beneath your feet, you can imagine more than see the roll of his eyes.  

"Even then."

The admission makes your heart soar, like a bird released into the mosaic of sunshine above you.  You might have been overly sentimental about a lot of things but Yoongi's friendship wasn't one of them.  To be part of his little gang, his chosen family - it was a blessing you'd never take for granted. 

He was like the brother you'd never known, the guiding light in the darkest of nights.  

"But really."  There's a pause.  "Soo-ah, I know you're not fine."

You want to lie, rebuff the statement with a snort or a toss of your head.  It's impossible, though.  He can read you like an open book, flipping through your pages without an ounce of resistance.  He doesn't press, though, letting the silence engulf you.

You'll speak when you've found your words and how to say them without ripping the wound open again.

"Have you ever been in love?"

The answering grunt is what you'd expect.  As forthcoming as you both might be, there are certain things that don't see the light of day.  They're the half-formed wishes and broken promises that you want to forget.  They claw at your insides or crack your bones and you have to remind yourself that it isn't always sweetly whispered nothings and electricity that restarts your heart; sometimes, it's poorly sewn-up silhouettes where they used to be and tears that leave you drowning.

"Sure.  Maybe."  You're surprised by his response.  You think by taking his hand, extended over the railing alongside yours, it might sooth whatever spectres you've raised.  He squeezes your fingers in response, a silent 'thank you'. 

"Did you think it was going to be how it was?"  There's longing in your voice, strung tight like a noose.  "Because I thought I loved him.  No, I did love him.  But it wasn't like anything I thought it would be.  We never spoke.  We never laughed.  It was like I meant nothing to him - and maybe I didn't.  I don't know.  I thought he'd choose me.  That's what they say, right?  You have to choose to be with the person you love, day after day.  Love doesn't just happen otherwise."

It happens before you expect it to, seeking purchase in your airways and making your head swim. You can hardly breathe around the misery.

And then you're crying so suddenly that you register the choking sound before coming to the realization it's you.  Once you do, y ou're gasping around stuttered apologies, trying to calm the sudden tsunami that threatens to drag you under.

It's Yoongi's arms that hold you above water, rocking you back and forth.  "It's okay.  We choose you.  We'll always choose you."

"You look like a goldfish."  

The off-hand comment tears you from where you've been twisting your bracelet round and round your wrist.  "Excuse me?"

Jungkook flops onto the couch beside you, long limbs edging into your personal space like they belong there.  "You've been crying.  Your eyes are all fish-like," he quips.  "It's funny."  But you know there's concern there, hiding just behind the wall of teasing.  You feel it when he pulls your disregarded bucket hat over your ears, tugging edges low over your temples. 

You want to thank him but you're worried you'll start crying again. 

Instead, you pull at the sleeve of his sweater - another oversized monstrosity that smells so good - and melt against his side.  Your hat shields his vision, hiding you from his probing gaze, but he doesn't mind.  He likes the way you relax against him, shoulder fitting into the space of his arm like he was made for you. 

"Yoongi-oppa gave me a talking to," you relent, embarrassed.  You shouldn't be.

"Hyung's smart.  You should listen to him." 

He's probably right and that's probably why you feel lighter.  It's the first time you've let yourself talk about this to someone  - really talk about it - and while it'd felt terrible when you'd extracted yourself from Yoongi's arms, patting in apology at the damp cotton of his shirt, you'd also felt relief. 

"He told me that no matter who comes and goes, I'll always have you."

By the way Jungkook squeezes you, engulfs you in that familiar feeling of home, you know it's true.

"How's work today?"  

There's static clinging to his words, filling your ear as you flick through racks of clothing.  It's unfortunate today's location was situated in a basement.  It just meant the signal was godawful, his voice breaking every five seconds.  

Still, it's nice to hear from him, even if you can't really hear him.

"I didn't bring a coat and it's too cold on set.  I've accidentally knocked over three props already."  You don't mind, not really.  You liked working - it gave you something to think about other than the emptiness of your apartment and the echo in your chest.  "There are some really nice pieces, though.  There's this sweater I think you'd like.  I can see if they'll let me take it home."

You can imagine Taehyung in the lush camel-coloured crewneck.  He'd let the sleeves hang over his fingers and tuck the diagonal hem into the front of his pants.  It'd stand in nice contrast to those wide-legged trousers he was so keen on.

"Sure.  Dress me up like a doll."  Your long-distance companion muses around a yawn. 

There's rustling in the background and the sound of voices muffled behind a wall.  He must be getting ready for an appearance by the relative silence.  It would never be that quiet in the car or at the apartment.  He's probably early, too, as always, and being on the phone with you kills time.  You're happy to keep him occupied.  Your models weren't slated to show up for another fifteen minutes, anyways.

When you hear the bang of a door and a chorus of ''Taehyungie~' in the background, though, you know it's time to go.  The familiar dulcet tones of each member are already drifting through the airwaves.  Seokjin is complaining about something and Hoseok is guffawing.  

"Tell everyone I say hi!"  You sing into the receiver before you're gone.

Just as instructed, Taehyung regales the others with your greeting.  "Soomi says hello."  

"What!  Why didn't you let us say hi!"  Jimin, of course, indignant and adorable as always.  He's settling into his chair, head cocked to the side in curiosity before it's being gently chided back into place by the hands of his makeup artist.  "What was she doing?"

"Working.  She hung up before I could give you the phone."  A sardonic smile shared as concealer presses into the hollows around his eyes, over the slope of his nose.  "She said she didn't want everyone to break her eardrums with your yelling."  It's not the truth, and yet it could be.  As much as you loved those boys, sometimes you felt like you had tinnitus after a conversation with them. 

The dancer looks like he might pout but says nothing.  

Instead, the conversation steers towards their plans for the day, where they have to be and by what time.  It ebbs and flows between each member, lead by Namjoon as he flicks through his phone.  Eventually, the questions subside and each member is carefully turning their cheeks this way and that, allowing for better coverage of powder and shadow. 

Across the room, seated by the wall farthest from the door, Jungkook blinks away ash that spills over his lids.  A quick swipe here, a ghost of silken bristles there.  He thinks about messaging you and asking if you've eaten.  You had a habit of forgetting to eat when you were busy, or stressed, or upset.  

He'll do that once his face is done. 

You beat him to it, though, your name flashing across his screen the moment a stain is being pressed to his lips.  He almost grins, ruining the painstaking blending, but catches himself before it's too late.  "Thank you," he mumbles, chagrined but preoccupied.

When he unlocks his phone, there's a photo of you beside... a stuffed animal?  It's a bunny rabbit with long legs and soft, heather grey fur.  The ears are floppy but thin, curving over the toy's face.  Its got big beaded eyes and a little button nose.  It's cute, if not a little squished due to the fact it's pressed against your cheek. 

The caption makes him snort.  Your competition, Jungkookie!

If only that were the case, he thinks. 

Instead, he's got living, breathing people vying for your attention.  Sure, not right now, in this instant, but he knows they're there.  He's seen it firsthand when you've stepped out of the sanctuary of your homes together, keen on adventure.

Even with a face mask pulled across your mouth, you garner attention.  Maybe it's the clothes you wear - the transparent silk blouse under the tiered patterned dress with the stacked Comme des Garçons sneakers - or the way your eyes twinkle when you're happy, whether it's because you've spotted a cat in a window or you're taking your first sip of coffee.

All he knows is god, how he wishes that suffed rabbit was his only competition.

( 11.23am )  jeon jungkook:  he's got nothing on me!

( 11.23am )  jeon jungkook:  watch it punk

He imagines you're laughing by the way the chat bubble pops up and disappears a few times.  You were terrible at multitasking.

( 11.25am )  paksom:  i'm not a punk!  you've hurt my feelings

( 11.25am )  paksom:  mr. tokki is definitely my new best friend

( 11.26am )  paksom:  rip

The perfect sticker is being sought out when your last message comes through, disrupting his search. 

It's a joke, obviously, but he can't help the way it makes him feel.  

( 11.29am )  paksom:  g2g!  borahae ㅋㅋㅋㅋ

notes.   inspiration for this chapter came from colde's "WA-R-R" which you should definitely also listen to. 

i'm at a bit of a crossroads in terms of how i want this to go.  if anyone has any suggestions, throw them at me. i'm begging you. i love fluff but angst. ANGST! 

also, italics indicate a flashback/the scene not being present, if that wasn't clear.

[walkingshcdow-a]

Victor grabbed Rudyard's arm and pointed at an old brick building, his posture shifting to put all his weight on one leg. "Look!" He grinned. "That was where our home used to be. Your shop was there, and we had a red door that led upstairs to our flat, and big windows that looked out at the street, and we had armchairs there-"

London was dreadful. Rudyard hated everything about it. It was too loud, for one thing, and for another, he and Victor were only ever there to sort out family business with Victor’s odious ex or even-worse father. Today was no exception, though neither the Trevors nor Shanon were going to be present for the meeting with Victor’s lawyers about Shanon giving up holiday visitation rights. Something about last Christmas had her eager to release what small grasp she had on James’ custody. It should have been a happy time, walking through the streets with his husband as they went to collect full custody of their son while said son and their daughter were on a cemetery tour with their aunt. 

But London was so loud, Rudyard would swear he was developing tinnitus just from walking down the street. 

He was about to complain, very loudly, about the noise of the buses and the pedestrians, when Victor grabbed his arm. His weight shifted in a way that moved Rudyard to instinctively compensate for a missing leg on one side. He pinned Victor to him, knowing full well that this wasn’t Victor - not exactly - anymore. 

Their meeting was in forty five minutes. 

Rudyard followed Victor’s - or, rather, Vernon’s - pointed finger to a brick building that looked somehow familiar. All of the houses in this neighborhood looked much the same, though...

Our home used to be. 

The ringing in Rudyard’s ears increased and he blinked hard, straining to hear the details Victor-Vernon (or Vernon-Victor) laid out: a shop, a red door, stairs, big windows and armchairs.

He tried to remember. He always tried. 

He never did. 

He nuzzled against his husband’s neck. Vernon was one of the few incarnations of Victor he allowed himself to be affectionate with. His breath, warm in the chilly, November air fogged before his eyes, warming the exposed bit on Victor’s neck. 

“We can come back after the appointment,” he said. “Antigone and the kids might enjoy some alone time while you show me around the place.”

It looked like someone’s home now. Someone certainly lived there. But if Rudyard could excuse a little breaking and entering to sabotage Chapman now and again, he was sure he could excuse it to offer solace to Victor’s disquiet and fractured soul.  

[worddevdealswithml]

Side Effects Include: Empathy

Chapter 8

As Marinette leaned back in her chair, she couldn’t help a smile.  It was… Simple, really.

All she’d had to do was listen, and, to Nino of all people.  If she’d had to guess who would give her the inspiration… Well, she wasn’t complaining.

And as for putting her plan into practice… Well, it wouldn’t be hard.  After all, late last night, as she’d been mulling things over in bed, she’d realized something important, which was… Lila was powerless.

All she needed was a little time.

--

It was lunch, and by now, Adrien knew the plan.  It was… Terrifying, to say the least, but… If it worked…

He didn’t think he’d been able to eat anything right now.

--

Though her expression was neutral, Lila was fuming.

It was bad enough that Marinette thought she could stand against her, but since this morning, she seemed almost… Blasé about it.  Condescending.

She was plotting something.  Of course she was.  Marinette, for all the curses Lila would have gladly inflicted on her, was tenacious, and resourceful, and above all, driven.  What she really needed, if she was honest, was an opening.  Just… One opening.

So, when she’d heard Adrien explaining to his friends that Marinette wouldn’t be joining them for a while, because she was in the downstairs bathroom, something about having something personal to do…

Well, there were two things to realize.  The first, of course, was that Marinette had to be working on whatever plan had her so confident.

The second, and more… Salient point, was that that bathroom, during lunch, the very place Marinette had chosen for its seclusion, was the perfect place to… Well, put Lila’s own plan into action.

She smiled, letting just a little of the bite in her mind show on her face.

Her hand tapped idly at her pocket, where she was keeping something… Useful.

…

As she walked in, Marinette inhaled sharply, and put her phone away.  Maybe, after everything was done, Lila would check what exactly she’d been planning.  But for now…

“Hi, Lila.”

“Hello Marinette,” she said, smiling.

There was an instant of silence.  She glanced at the stalls.  They were all open.  The room was deserted, but for the two of them.

Perfect.

“Back in the same bathroom,” said Marinette, “and I imagine you’ve come to threaten me.”

“Mmm…  Something like that,” said Lila, smiling.

“But I can’t help but notice, you still haven’t made good on your plans to leave me alone and friendless.”

Lila shrugged.  “It’s on my schedule.  Actually, it’s… penciled in for today.”

“Oh, I see,” said Marinette. “And… You expect me to believe you even can?  See, that’s the bit I don’t get.”

“Oh really,” said Lila, growing rapidly more insulted by the audible confidence in Marinette’s voice.

“Really.  Everyone here knows me.  Maybe they won’t easily believe you’re a liar, but they already know that I’m not.  The worst they could assume is that I’m confused.  That’s the problem with lying.  It only takes one slip-up.”

She laughed.  “But Marinette, I don’t slip.”

Marinette laughed back. “Really?  You’ve slipped up plenty.  You switched which side your tinnitus was on.  You were grasping at straws to make me the villain for throwing a napkin, and the part where you didn’t even check where Prince Ali was before saying you were at his palace?”

“Are you offering critiques, Marinette?”

“No.  I’m just reminding you how close some of your lies have come to unmasking you.”

“And do you know why they haven’t?”

Marinette’s head tilted, her expression still guarded, but clearly interested.

“Well… I’ll tell you. And… Consider it a parting gift.  I told you that I tell people what they want to hear.  As long as I’m around, they get to live their dreams.  Alya gets the interview of a lifetime for the Ladyblog, Nino gets a contact in the music industry, and… Well, soon enough, Sabrina gets a better master, Chloe gets no more of you, and I’ve got more, for the rest of the class. Did you know that I’ve got a few legislative contacts that I can ask to push for environmental reform?  Mylene and Ivan do, now.  I was trained as an art critic, and the entire art club is hanging on my every, encouraging, word.  Do you get it now?”

She was grinning wide, now.  “Nobody wants to think about whether I’m a liar or not, because if I’m a liar, then all of those lovely dreams vanish.”  She laughed. “And if they press a bit too hard, well, the congressman didn’t want to listen, and the record label my contact worked for went bankrupt, oh if only they’d had your music, it would have saved them, Nino…”  She laughed, again.  “And there are only two people that I didn’t get.  Adrien…  Well, if Ladybug hadn’t shown up, he’d want to believe me, too.  And… You, Marinette.”

“Yeah?  What were you going to tempt me with?”

She shrugged.  “I hadn’t decided.  The only thing you wanted was already going to be mine.  And that’s part of the problem, isn’t it?  You want me to be a liar, as much as anything, because if I’m not, then Adrien has no reason not to like me, and where does that leave you?”  Midway through the sentence, Marinette had gone pale, and Lila couldn’t have been happier about it.  “You would be… Alone, and heartbroken.  When it comes down to it, Adrien is your biggest weakness, for all he’s the reason you won’t believe me.”

Marinette took a deep breath, as if steadying herself, and then…  “So… You’re, what, planning to use Adrien against me?  When he already knows he shouldn’t listen to you?”

Lila laughed.  “Shouldn’t and won’t are two different things, Marinette; you should already know that.  Sure, the fact that he knows would slow me down, but I practically have a standing invitation at his house, and if I tell Adrien you’re not to be trusted often enough, he’ll start to listen, whether he wants to or not.”

She laughed at the way Marinette’s teeth gritted.

“But… That would take too long, and in the meantime, who know what you’d do with the rest of the class. If anything, I’d save that for later, so that if he ever sees you again, he’ll refuse to talk to you.”

“If he ever sees me again?”

“Of course.  And, more to the point, if that were my plan, I wouldn’t tell you until it was already too late.  That’s one of the most important rules, right alongside never telling people who you hate most.”

“All this talk, but you have yet to give me one good reason to think that you’re not just trying to scare me.”

She laughed.  “Oh, Marinette, always so confident. Well, it’s like I say, you always wait until it’s too late before you tell someone what your plan is.”

She shrugged, lightly. “So, for example…” she reached into her pocket, and pulled out a pencil, sharpened to an unnerving point.

Marinette blinked, and then, registering what it was, her eyes widened.  She met Lila’s eyes.  “You’re… Going to try to kill me?”

“Oh… Well, I could, obviously, but, then I’m the girl who killed her classmate.  It doesn’t reflect well on me.  Besides, you probably wouldn’t put up enough of a fight for me to claim self-defense.  Even if you did, it wouldn’t exactly reflect well on me.  No, you’ll be walking away from this, but the next school you set foot in won’t be this one.”

She turned the point backwards, and let the lead lightly tap her left forearm.

“That is… if there’s a school that would take the girl who assaulted her classmate unprovoked.  Like I said, you never let anyone know who you hate.  As far as anyone’s concerned, your hatred of me just makes me sad, and I would never try to frame you for something.”

Marinette exhaled, gently, staring at the pencil.  “Lila, there’s something wrong with you.”

Lila grinned.  “What can I say?  I like winning.  You put up a fight, but… Let me give you a look at the immediate future…  There’s a scream from the bathroom.  I come running out, a few nasty jabs in my forearm.  I was talking to you in the bathroom, and something I said must have made you angry.  Suddenly, you’re rushing forward with a pencil, and I barely escape.  I find a teacher.  ‘Oh, not Marinette!’ everyone says, but… Who else?  They know I wouldn’t do something like this, and everyone knows you didn’t like me. It must have been you.  There’s not much evidence, but it’s enough.  You go to jail, maybe prison, and,” she giggled,  “The most important part is, you never come back to this school again.”

Marinette swallowed.  “Not much evidence is right.  You think they wouldn’t check for fingerprints?  I’ve never touched it.”

Lila scoffed.  “I guess you don’t recognize your own favorite brand of pencil?  And… I know it’s your favorite brand of pencil, because I took this during 3rd period.  Trust me, Marinette, I might let a few details slip on the less important ones, but I came up with this little plan years ago, for…  Well, I suppose you should be honored.  You’re the first person who’s made it worth it.”

“I… Yeah, fine.  I’m honored, I… Guess.  Still, I’d advise you not to do it,” said Marinette.

“And why’s that?”

“Press 1 to save message.”  The voice was small, but it had come from Marinette’s jacket… Where she’d put her phone.

“Because it still wouldn’t work,” said Marinette, pulling the phone from her jacket, “You really should have seen this one coming.”

No.  She’d… Been ready, already?  She needed to stop Marinette from- she pressed the button.

She should, what, attack? Stab herself, like she’d planned?

“Nino had it right, on his anniversary… If you really want to surprise someone, you make their plan part of your plan.  Now.  Put the pencil away.”

She was hyperventilating, her mind wordless, scrambling for something, anything to get her out of this.  Marinette was bluffing.  But why would she fake it if she could do it for real?  Marinette wasn’t bluffing, but…  But…

She could say they’d been practicing.  There was a play they’d wanted to do, and Marinette had set the script up as a false confession and… But, even with everything she was capable of, it was Marinette’s word against hers, and everything she’d said, every little confession, and there was no script to produce.  There was no backup plan.  There was… There was nothing.

Hands to her face, desperately searching for something, she barely noticed Marinette pass her. She didn’t even think to stab. And then she was alone, the bathroom barely a thought.  The world crumbled away around her.

She couldn’t.

She just… Couldn’t.

--

Even victorious, as she certainly was, Marinette couldn’t be happy.  Of all things, she was scared.  It had been too close.  If she hadn’t been ready, Lila would have done it, and the day would have gone so differently.

But she hadn’t.  She hadn’t.  It hadn’t happened.

It hadn’t happened.

Of course, Lila had said enough about Adrien that… He must know, now, but right now, against every instinct she’d had, that didn’t matter right now.

Marinette took a breath, desperately trying to compose herself.  It was fine.  The message had gone through.  Adrien would have it now, and if it had worked as she’d meant it to…

She walked into the classroom.

Alya and Nino looked up at her, seemingly as worried as she was.

Adrien, behind them, nodded, simply.

“I,” she shrugged.  “I don’t know.  She’s… A liar.”

“I…” said Alya, and swallowed, “I’m sorry.  I should have…”  She groaned. “I should have checked, or-

“Don’t be sorry.  She knows how to lie.  You heard her, right?  She makes you not want to check.”

She sat down, and practically collapsed into the chair.

“And… That bit at the end,” said Nino.  “She was going to…”

“Stab herself, just to frame me,” said Marinette.

“So…  What now?” said Alya.

“Now… We make sure everyone knows.  It’s not their fault they believed her, but they need to know the truth.  They need to know what she did, what she was planning… Everything.”

“Alright,” said Adrien. “Then the sooner we get to work, the better.  The less time she has to react, the less chance she finds some way to wriggle out of it.”

“Dude,” said Nino, the most unnerved Marinette had ever seen him, “how is she supposed to get out of it? There’s nobody in the whole school who wouldn’t believe that.  If they hear that recording, it’s over for her.  She’d have to delete it from Adrien’s phone, and even then, as long as we remembered it, we could probably convince people, if we worked together.”

Delete the recording. Make it not have happened.  Make people forget.

Marinette looked up, staring out the window.

Tears welled up in her eyes, not of sadness but…

They were the tears of someone who had, say, found themselves hanging above a pit, from a rope that was fraying to quickly for there to be any chance of escape.

Tears, in short, of impending doom.  Fear.

“Oh no.”

[beardedhoagiedeanartisan]

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