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from R. Sikoryak’s Masterpiece Comics
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SIT!!! Meme
I saw this floating around YouTube and had to write! If you’re curious, type in ‘I said sit meme Marinette’.
Caline was trying not to panic and kept her smile in place, while trying to contain her class. They were loudly shouting at each other or huddled in corner with Lila Rossi talking about her last trip. The only student that was silent in their seat was Marinette Dupain-Cheng and she looked half dead.
‘This is going terrible! We have a new student coming in today. I need to get them under control; Damocles trusts me to rein in this class.’
Marinette wasn’t in the greatest mood. Everything was too loud and she was at the end of her rope. As class president, she knew there was a new student coming today. If they came in the midst of the chaos, they would either join it or ignore them. With a sigh, she got up from her seat, in the back, and made her way to her teacher.
“Ms. Bustier, would you like some help?” Marinette questioned with a sigh.
'My savior!’
“Yes, Marinette, that would be helpful.” Caline smiled.
Too bad it was already too late. Principal Damocles had opened the classroom door to Bruce and Damian Wayne.
Marinette slammed Caline’s lesson plan book down hard on the desk and shouted, “Alright; sit down! I’ll give you to the count of three! ONE!”
Immediately, Chloe, Sabrina, Max, Kim, Alix, Mylene, Ivan, and Nathaniel scrambled to their seats.
“TWO!” she continued.
Rose and Juleka quickly sat in their seats.
“THREE!” she stated, firmly.
Adrien and Nino sank into their chairs.
“What if we don’t want to?” questioned Alya.
“Yeah. What are you gonna do?” Lila replied, with a smirk on her face.
Marinette took a deep breath and slammed her hands on the desk, before shouting, “I said sit the fuck down!”, her voice echoing around the room.
Caline’s legs gave out and she landed in her chair. Bruce took a step back, confused by the tiny powerhouse at the teacher’s desk. Damocles ran and hid behind Bruce. Alya and Lila dropped into their seats, in shock. They had never seen her so pissed off; she usually just sat quietly and took what they said. While everyone cowered under her outspoken voice, Damian stood tall. Bruce couldn’t help but notice his son’s ear tips glowing red.
'She’s an Angel.’
“I have been up for seventy-two hours with no sleep. I’m not afraid to hurt anyone at this point. Now, we have a new student joining us today. Be nice and if you wake me the fuck up, I will break something or someone.” Mari concluded, before taking her seat and resting her head on her desk.
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“It’s gonna rain. We won’t make it in time.” Thinking of the dudes getting caught in the rain 👀 (From twitch stream) :>
Sun x Reader | Wordcount: 1,150 | AO3 Version
CW for slight suggestive joke at the end.
Since their...seperation, from the pizzaplex, the Daycare Attendant has been a mixture of feelings towards the outside world.
They weren't alien to it, really. It's hard not to know about the outside world when the entire world's internet was inside your head and you had more memory, no matter how damaged it might be, bigger than what would constitute a human brain anyway. The Daycare Attendant is well aware of the outside world, customs and social rules, places and so on.
Expereinceing these things first hand, however, is a completley different matter entirely.
You have been out doing errands for hours longer than you should. The reason: you brought the Daycare Attendant along with you, and Sun is nothing but enthusiastic to interact with every single living being he saw, human or otherwise, which led to some really awkward conversations with humans surprised to see an animatronic act so openly, and the servant robots stare at their robot brethern that seemed to be walking around with much more freedom than they had yet.
"Sun, come on!" You're grabbing his wrist, pulling him away from the pet store window (he lets you, of course. You wouldn't be able to otherwise, but he still makes a pitiful noise as he's torn away from kittens and puppies) and steer him towards the bus stop. "It's the last run, we're going to miss it if we don't hurry!"
"Do you think it's good idea to take the bus again?" He asks. "Got quite a lot of stares on there, very rude! I don't think the bus is very nice."
You shoot him a look over your shoulder. "Wasn't that your idea? We took the bus because you don't like riding in the car."
"I still don't like the car."
"Then we take the bus!
"We've decided we don't like the bus either!"
Your hand has fallen from his wrist, but you don't worry about him fallen behind as you walk briskly; his legs were longer, took wide strides, and he's gotten into the habit of hooking fingers into the cease of your hoodie so he doesn't loose you.
You briefly joked before that it reminded you of how children hold guiding hands. Sun replied by saying it's more along the lines of keeping a dog on a leash.
Thunder rumbles a bit above you. The clouds are starting to close in. You didn't bring an umbrella, but at least you wore layers today. "Well, the bus is what's gonna keep us out of the rain. I don't feel like walking home all soaked."
"Aw, really?" Sun's voice is teasing. He doesn't appear bothered, or surprised by the sound of an incoming storm. He hasn't since that day on the balcony of your apartment. "I could act as an awning, if you like!"
To emphsize his point, he cranes over you, arms extended and faceplant pointed downwards with a playful style like it was him and him alone that could protect you from the rain soon to come. A few droplets land on your shoulder, one of his sunrays and drips back down to your nose. "Stop stalling!"
"Just a jest!" He laughs, and allows himself to be pulled along further down the street, narrowly avoiding a wide-eyed couple. "We both have hoodies! Shoes! Smiles! A little rain never hurt anyone!"
You scoff at him, walking at a pace thats just barely under a run. "And what are you going to do if the sky gets too cloudy that the sun can't be seen?"
Sun's chuckle sounds from behind you. "Then you are definatly not taking the bus, even if you catch it. Wouldn't allow it. Don't worry, you'll still have an escort home."
.....Of course. You glance at your phone, squinting at the time as a raindrop plops on the screen. "It's gonna rain. We're not gonna make it in time."
Sun hums. "I can see that."
Before you can process what he means, you're yanked back to a halt. He stopped allowing you to pull him, which means the momentum yanks you back the moment he stills, and you lift your head to question his stalling when Sun, smiling as ever, lifts a finger and points it to the street. You follow his gaze.
The bus-your bus, judging by the number printed on the side-is turning down the street, past the point where the bus stop would have been around the corner with windows full of people who were sitting dry and calmly out of the incoming downpour.
As if on cue, water droplets fall on your face, then more, until the space around you is in a steady, solid rainfall.
You visably deflate. "Great. We missed it."
Sun's hands are extended out, water running off his fingers and faceplate. "And it's not too cloudy too! What a delight!"
You deadpan. "Sunny..."
"Yes, yes...." A low chuckle, a metal hand coming around the back of your neck and pulling the hood of your jacket over your head, and around your shoulders so you're pressed against the animatronic's side. "Best we start walking very quickly, hmm? Don't want you catching cold."
"Too late." You whine, as annoynaly as you can make it. "Gonna get so sick I'm gonna be sneezing wads all week."
"Oh, sick? That means I can make you soup! I have a few new recipes I'd like to try."
"You don't need an excuse to make soup."
"No, but I do like to have an excuse to feed it to you."
You walk in pace with him, hands curled into your pockets and clothing pushed all the way up so no water slides down your clothes. Sun is the opposite. He doesn't even try to pull the hood up, not like it would have fit around his sunrays either, but walks rather chipper than what you'd expect a Daytime robot in the rain.
He's clearly enjoying the turn of events. Your lips press together in a thin line. Happy for him, it's nice to see him in a good mood. You're just a little bitter about being rained on it as well though. "If you wanted the same expereince, you could have just stood underneath the shower at home."
Sun laughs lightly. Finger tips dance on your arm, his grip pulling you closer. "I don't think this is quite the same as that! Unless, darling, you'd like to join me in there."
You whistle. "Walked into that one, didn't I?"
He nods, and steers you out of the way of a puddle. "Afraid so."
The walk is ten minutes, tops, to the apartment complex. But it's double that time because Sun likes to walk slow, and he makes it up for you later when you're peeling off all the soaked layers at the door and he's gathering something warm for you to replace it with.
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#6 “this is the guy?” seems like it could be funny
Moon x Reader | Wordcount: 1,544 | AO3 Version
Pre-fire, Solar Lunacy Arc 2. Bit of some jealous Moon in there ;)
In principle, I can understand the appeal of depicting relationships between robots as a chaste thing that engages with romance in a purely intellectualised way without having to deal with any attendant biological untidiness.
In practice, if you’re going to show me robot romance, I want them to get weird about it.
“Oh, but it has to be a purely intellectual thing because nobody involved is interested in or capable of having sex” like, all I’m going to say is there’s more than one way to void a warranty.
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20: "How long did you think that you could hide that?"
Sun Centric | Wordcount: 1,338 | AO3 Version
I pulled another Solar Lunacy bullet draft out for this prompt, so this is more of a SL crumb than it is a stand-alone drabble. Expect to see this scene again in SL, but maybe written better (and a different beginning and ending, some details more fitting, ect)
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The League was introduced to Dick indirectly. For sure, they knew Batman had a kid — but they thought it was more of a “mentor- protege” type situation than a “father-son” thing like what they had witnessed in the conference room.
No one knew that Batman could be so…sweet and attentive. They knew he was caring and protective, but not sweet. Not attentive.
Flash didn’t even know Batman’s voice could go higher than the monotonous, raspy voice he always had.
It was cute. Odd, but cute.
They had been discussing budgets for the upcoming year and Batman was about to speak his piece when his phone rang. It was a loud buzzing sound that made him pause and stand up from the table.
Batman: Excuse me.
Flash, Wonder Woman, Superman and Green Lantern watched Batman as he walked to the corner and turned away from them.
Batman: Hello? Why aren’t you sleeping?
Was that Batman’s voice? Barry thought. Could he sound so…gentle?
Batman: You have to go to bed or you’re gonna be grumpy in the morning.
Flash looked at Wonder Woman, who was smiling to herself as she watched.
Batman: You’re waiting for me? I won’t be home till late, though. I know I have to tuck you in, baby.
Baby? Baby?
Batman put his hand on his hip and if Flash craned his neck far enough he could see a smile on Batman’s face.
Batman: Can you at least put on your pajamas and brush your teeth? You know how to brush your teeth.
Flash heard a high, childish voice whine through the phone.
Dick: I want you to do it! Please!
Batman: If I brush your teeth you’re going straight to bed, you know that right?
Dick: No!
Batman: Yes! No stories, no nothing. Straight to bed!
Dick: Okay I’ll do it myself but you have to tuck me in!
The kid had to be about six — definitely no older than eight.
Batman: Okay, I promise. I’ll be home in thirty minutes.
Dick: Kay! I love you!
Batman: I love you more.
The kid’s voice got quieter and Flash couldn’t hear anymore.
Batman: Yes, I miss you too. Okay. Bye. Yes, I promise. The longer you keep me on the phone the longer it’s gonna take for me to get home. Okay, fine. So many hugs, I promise. Okay. Okay. Bye.
Batman slipped the phone back in his pocket and turned around.
Batman: What?
Flash looked around the table and couldn’t help but smile as everyone else smiled at Batman.
Wonder Woman: That was cute.
Batman: Let’s move on.
Green Lantern: No seriously. That was so cute.
Batman: Alright.
Superman: I didn’t know you could be so mushy.
Batman: Oh, please.
Flash: I just didn’t know your voice could go that high.
Batman: Guys, enough.
Salt AGAIN
Adrien actually does things in this one, believe it or not.
“Sir” Nathalie entered Gabriel’s office, placing a tabloid magazine on his desk. “Adrien’s made quite a story.”
Gabriel picked up the magazine and looked at the cover.
“Marinette Dupain Cheng is truly making herself known” Gabriel frowned, and began flipping through the magazine.
“You know this will upset Lila Rossi.” Nathalie pointed out. “Perhaps this jealousy could push her to continue protecting Adrien.”
“You’re right, Nathalie. Miss Dupain Cheng could be an asset.”
“H-hi Adrien!” Marinette smiled, approaching the model. “I can’t believe your dad let me join you on set for these new ads!”
“Yeah me either! He usually only lets Lila in...” he looked back at Lila, who was chatting with the photographer. “And she’s not as... professional as you are.”
“Wow, thanks Madrien— I mean, Adrien!” She laughed awkwardly, taking a seat next to the model.
“So... your dad just wants me to keep things running smoothly, right?”
“Yeah, but he also said you should study some of the designs I’m modeling today. He still has a few slots open for the next clothing line. It’s being released in a few months, and he wanted some ‘fresher’ pieces for the younger fans.” Adrien explained.
“Really?! This is amazing!” Marinette stood up, practically yelling to all of Paris, “I mean, tell your dad I say thank you!” She smiled before heading over to help set up the makeup station.
“Adrien!” Lila called as she walked towards him. “I saw Marinette is here. Is she like, interning for your dad?”
“Yeah, she’s his newest designer.” Adrien said, knowing it would upset her. “He personally requested her. Her designs are so impressive.”
Lila looked visibly upset by this, which only made Adrien’s white lie all the more satisfying. I mean, Marinette wasn’t technically a designer yet, but she probably would be. At least he hoped.
“All ready!” The Italian photographer announced, practically pushing the teen models out of their seats. “Up, up! Get excited! Mr. Gabriel needs passion! He needs magic!”
The photographer positioned Lila and Adrien next to each other, sitting them back to back. They sat on the edge of the fountain with the water splashing around them. It was the perfect picture.
Marinette watched the two, and began putting away makeup palletes. She sighed, but continued her work and studied the designs despite her sadness.
“Hmm....” the photographer scratched his chin, staring at the models. “Something’s missing...”
“Should I sit closer to Adrien?” Lila asked, leaning towards the model. “Our chemistry is great.” She giggled.
“That’s the problem!” The photographer snapped his fingers and put his camera down. “The boy’s posture is wonky.”
“I’m sitting normally.” Adrien said, slowly attempting to scoot away from Lila.
“How long have you known this girl?” The photographer asked, pointing at Lila.
“A few months?”
“And that one?” The photographer pointed to Marinette, who was sorting through a box of Gabriel products.
“She was one of my first friends. Maybe about a year?” Adrien shrugged.
“Perfecto!”
The photographer whisked Lila away and practically flew to Marinette.
“You! What’s your name miss?” He asked, already whipping out makeup.
“Me? I’m not a model— I’m just here to study the Gabriel Agreste pieces.”
“Name!” The photographer yelled, taking out her hair ribbons.
“M-Marinette.” She answered. “Wait, am I going to model with Adri—“
“Go change in the booth! Wear this.” He shoved a pair of jeans and a Gabriel brand blouse into her arms. “Quickly!”
Marinette didn’t have time to argue as she was pushed into the changing booth. She put on the clothes, careful to not mess up her makeup. She looked into the large mirror on the wall, and was shocked by how professional she looked.
She stepped outside and was seated next to Adrien on the fountain edge. She could see Lila trying to beg the photographer out of the corner of her eye, but her attention was quickly taken to Adrien.
“Marinette, thank you for doing this.” He smiled, turning to her. “I’d much rather model with you. You’re one of my closest friends.”
“I— uh... yeah! I’ve never modeled before though, so...sorry if I mess up.” She blushed, but looked away after she realized how out of place she felt.
“Don’t worry. I’ll give you all the tips.” Adrien patted her shoulder reassuringly. “And your hair looks really good down!”
She practically fainted.
Meanwhile, Lila Rossi was busy fighting every possible person on set. She wanted that spot back. She needed it.
“Please, Mr. Gabriel asked for me to be the model. Marinette doesn’t have any experience!” Lila explained, even putting on a bit of an Italian accent to win over the photographer.
“Did...did she just put on an accent?” Marinette whispered to Adrien.
The two of them laughed, almost falling into the fountain. This only upset Lila further.
“I don’t think Mr. Agreste will be happy when he sees I’m not in his recent photo shoot.”
“I don’t think he’ll be happy if his photos turn out like the garbage ones you were in last week.” He retorted. “Adrien’s uncomfortable in the photos with you— his back gets all weird...”
“That’s not true. He’s probably just tired. Plus, he’s not used to having a partner.” She emphasized the last word, leaning in to make sure he understood.
“Yes, but those two—“ he gestured at Adrien and Marinette, “they work together. They are like Ladybug and Chat Noir— a good team!”
Lila burned at the mention of the superhero, and stormed off the set. But she couldn’t escape the change. Gradually, Marinette did more modeling with Adrien and eventually became a designer. The two clearly had chemistry, and all magazines ate it up. The fact that they weren’t dating just made it more interesting for the fans. The Gabriel brand became more popular, which inspired him to keep Marinette on his design team rather than simply using her against Lila Rossi.
And it was true—
Adrien and Marinette are a good team.
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kill em’ with kindness
fandom | miraculous ladybug
genre | lila salt, so much salt
summary | marinette takes the high road to a better life.
w.c | 8.1k
author’s note | had this idea for a few days after i wrote victory tastes bitter, which really blew up on ao3 (thanks for all the support <3). always wondered what it would be like if marinette just. played nice. so here she is, being an absolute badass.
author’s note.2 | okay so since i did not write this in one sitting, i get that the story probably doesn’t flow as properly as it should. will edit if i ever find the will to do it.
Marinette was done. They wanted her to be a model student? Fine. They wanted her to stop being mean? Fine. They wanted her to be friends with Lila? Fine.
Luckily for Hawkmoth, no akuma plagued the sky of the previous night, or she would rain hell on him. There was no more tolerance left inside her to spare, and she certainly wouldn’t go out of her way to make some for the manipulative pest problem Paris has had for way too long.
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I was wondering if you can do another Lila Salt. What if Lila get exposed on Season 3 Chameleon as she threaten Marinette but what she doesn't know that Sabrina was there recording the whole conversation but when Lila came out of the bathroom and encounter Adrien on the way as Sabrina followed up the stairs and caught her red-handed by grabbing the akuma.. Along with all her crimes including sexual harass on Adrien. Instead of her mother why not her father instead who gets angry at Lila?
Sabrina wasn't entirely sure what she was doing. She had been in the restroom when Marinette came in very upset. Sabrina hadn't been in the cafeteria when the confrontation between Marinette and Lila, so she hadn't seen any of it. Just as Sabrina was getting ready to come out and try to help her, the door opened again. She looked through the gap of the stall door and saw Lila come in. Sabrina wasn't sure why, but something felt off about this. On a hunch, Sabrina pulled out her phone, put the camera up to the cap, and filmed everything.
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Alastor in Paris
The room was dark with only candles lighting the room. The wicked Italian teenage girl was sitting the middle of a pentagram drawn out in red chalk and melted candle wax.
Lila couldn’t stop grinning wickedly as she finished the last of the set up for the spell. A part of her can’t believe that she’s actually using this old dusty book that she doesn’t even remember buying which probably means it’s a gift from someone she doesn’t care about. It’s an antique leather book with an eyes on it that if you move just right it looks like it’s blinking but she knows it’s just a trick. Anyway, the reason she’s doing this is because nothing has been going right! She swore she will destroy Marinette Dupain-Cheng for refusing to bow to her obvious superior but for also getting in the way of creating her kingdom and rightfully ruling that school. Sure, she was able to take some of her friends such as Alya, Sabrina, Rose, Maylene, Ivan, and she’s has a nice leash on Adrien thanks to his father. But the others refuse to believe someone other than the one they’ve known most of their life (the fools) and she noticed that they’re working together to get the others out from her spell (it’s obvious when Rose, Maylene, and Ivan are no longer as engrossed in her stories like they used to be). She knows Marinette has something to do with it. The stupid goody-goody needs to keep her nose out of where it doesn’t belong! She’s plays every trick in the book to get her in trouble at school (made it look as though she cheated, destroyed school property, played hooky to get out of school for fun) and even done things to get her upset or miserable or even heartbroken (ripped up her sketch book, sent her hate texts, even made her think that her and Adrien are a couple) but nothing to get her akumatized has worked and Hawkmoth is getting impatient!
She takes a deep breath and starts reading the words from the book. The pentagram begins to glow, the fire on the candles move as a magic wind appears. She stopped chanting and starts laughing evilly as a swirl of red and black. Yes! She did it! Say goodbye Mari-trash! ‘You should have obeyed me when you had the chance!’ She thinks as she laughed wickedly. The magic finishes and standing in its place is a man in a black and red suit, red hair with black tips, and a strange cane that looks like a radio microphone with a eye. The man gins wide and she sees rows or sharp teeth. “Greetings human. I’m Alastor!”
Chills run down her spine but it’s fine. She did the spell perfectly which means this demon is now under her control and will do anything she says. “I demand that you hunt down Marinette Dupain-Cheng and kill her in the most brutal way you can imagine! Make sure she knows that I sent you and that I won!”
His smile turns sinister and she gets that same bone-chilling sensation all over her body. “Are you will to pay the price for such a request? I’m an expensive demon, you know.”
Lila growls, “I don’t care about a price! I don’t have to pay one anyway! The book said if I do the spell perfectly that you’ll be bound to me! That means I am the master, you are the servant, and I don’t owe you a damn thing!” She takes off her shoe and throws it had in his face and screams, “Now do as I say you pathetic freak!”
The look on his face told him that she just made the worst mistake in her life. All she could do was scream when he pounce.
- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -
It was a warm sunny day and Marinette was humming softly to herself as she was sketching some men’s suits while sitting in a field of flowers. She didn’t notice Alyssa storming towards her in anger or Nino following her to try and stop her or Adrien walking towards her from the opposite direction needing to talk to her about Lila (telling her to take the high road is the biggest mistake of his life and he will do anything to not only fix it but have her forgive him). But she did notice when the sky turned red, when the ground began to quake, and when began running and screaming - some in fear and others in pain. A man in a red and black suit is casually strolling down Paris, not even caring about the fire and chaos following after him.
“Is that an akuma?” she hears Alya say.
“No.” She states, “This is different.”
She ignores her friends and walks up to the Red Suit Guy who is having fun spreading demonic magic everywhere, smiling as everyone is screaming in pain. Her friends are screaming at her to stop but she has no fear as she walks around portal openings with dark creatures reaching out, as she walks through fire unharmed, as she walks up to the man and says, “Hello Servant of Chaos.”
The demon turns around and his smile went from sadistic pleasure to amusement and replies, “Greetings Chosen of Creation.”
“Why are you here?” she asks.
“I was summoned.” He snapped his fingers and a bleeding Lila appears beside them. “She wanted me to kill a girl named Marinette Dupain-Cheng but she didn’t finish the spell meaning she has no control over me, didn’t bind me to her, so I can do whatever I want.”
Marinette is now very terrified of Lila. She knew she hated her but she had no idea just how far she’ll go to get rid of her. “I’m Marinette Dupain-Cheng.” She reveals.
The smile leaves his face completely. “Killing you is not possible. We Servants of Chaos cannot touch a Chosen of Creation.”
“I know that. You know that. She doesn’t neither would she care.” she says.
He stares at Lila. “She’ll make an annoying demon.” Marinette sighs and nods.
Suddenly, a portal opens and a beautiful blonde walks out shouting, “Alastor! What are you doing here?!”
Alastor smiles happily, “Charlie! Darling!”
“Don’t ‘darling’ me!” Charlie walks up to him. She gives him a glare before turning to Marinette with a smile. “I apologize for everything he’s done Chosen of Creation.”
Marinette smiles and waves it off, “Don’t worry about it. Never would’ve happened if this girl didn’t summon him.” She points to Lila. “I would most thankful if she would clean up his mess Princess Chaos.”
Charlie simply snaps her fingers. The portals close, the fire vanishes, and those that disappeared into the portals were returned. It isn’t like the Miraculous Cure but demons don’t heal. “Thank you.”
Charlie blushes and walks back to the portal. Alastor took Marinette’s hand and with a tap of his claw a magic circle is tattooed on her with magic. “Say my name into this circle and I will be there.” Then he follows Charlie into the portal and they disappear.
“Marinette.” Adrien says in astonishment, “What was that?”
Marinette glares at Lila, “Trouble.” She has work to do.
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Moon is good at videogames
paper your moon......immaculate...
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Narrative Town
Summary: You don’t ever want to be the main character. In your town, that’s deadly. Someone has to warn the new kid.
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Someone has got to tell the new kid in town the Rules.
“Hey,” you say.
The new kid looks up at you. He’s sitting at his desk in the back corner of the classroom, right next to the windows. It’s a chilly day, but he’s got the window open so that the breeze ruffles his curly, black hair. “What’s up? Fern, right?”
“Don’t call me by my name,” you snarl. Then, realizing what you’ve done, you look over your shoulder. The other teenagers are still looped around the teacher’s desk, trying to get Ms. Slauson to move the test date so they could organize a welcome part for the new kid. “I need to talk to you. Privately.”
The new kid leans back in his chair and studies you. You know what he sees – a completely average high school girl in jeans, a sweatshirt, and a ponytail. There’s nothing remarkable about you. He tilts his head. “You don’t look like a bully.”
You frown. “I’m not.”
“You’re being awfully threatening,” he says in a drawl.
The accent is going to be a problem. It’s southern and sounds really cool. Honestly, it might be too late for him already.
But you still have to try.
“Meet me on the rooftop—no!” You press the heel of one hand against your eye. Fight it, you tell yourself. Fight it! “Meet me at the supermarket on Western Street. The dairy aisle. After school.”
“Okay…?”
You spin on your heel, head throbbing. Meeting on the rooftop is against the rules. You glance up at the ceiling uneasily. You’re not usually affected by the compulsion so badly. Are you being targeted?
If you were smart, you wouldn’t show up to the meeting. You’d just let the guy get sucked into the madness on his own.
But you also really need to buy some milk.
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Abuse of Power
(Contains Chloe Salt, Lila Salt, Bustier Salt, Damocles Salt, and Mayor Bourgeois Salt.)
If there was one thing that all of the heroes hated, it would be anyone that would get away with their crimes. After all, if they were allowed to get away with everything that they do, then they would most likely grow up to be criminals since they would actually believe that they could get away with these things because they have gotten away with things for their entire lives.
White Wolf and Beautifly did not have much experience with that. At least, other than the queen bee wannabes back in their home country that tried to get away with their actions but was actually punished by their parents, teachers, or both. So, it was sadly something that was really only a big problem in Paris.
And the problem's name is Chloe Bourgeois.
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