The streets are empty when Joël and Damo begin their walk home, the night sky crowded with stars. Joël has to concentrate really hard to stay on the footpath and not stagger onto the road.
"What I wanna know is, why does everyone always feel sorry for the fucking prick?" he says. "It's a fucking joke. Fucking arsehole. It makes me sick."
"Are you still crapping on about Dom?” says Damo. “For Christ’s sake, dude-”
"Dom slept with my fiancee," says Joël. "Behind my back. And lied about it. For years. He got her pregnant. But everyone's always like "Oh, poooooor Dom." What the absolute fu-"
"Dude, get over it," says Damo. "He's not worth the energy. Hey, you wanna come back to my place for a sesh? I've got some A-grade weed from this dude who grows his own shit and gets seeds in from Shang Simla. I smoked some last night and my brain was like scrambled fucking eggs."
"Nah," says Joël. "I gotta get home and look after Anita." He stumbles into a streetlight and stares at it indignantly.
"You know, Cherone's cousin Maggie's a total babe," says Damo. "I hope I see her again. I told her to come by the pool on the weekend. Do you reckon she'll turn up?"
"Who knows," says Joël. "All I know is that Dom can rot in hell."
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As soon as Alya was out of the shield, Marinette in her arms, Hawkmoth moved to approach them. The akuma hadn't been able to drain all of Mari thanks to the entire group getting in front of it, but it had still taken a good chunk and it was vital she was out of sight immediately.
Still unable to move freely, Adrien felt relieved when Nino ran as if his tigh wasn’t wounded and remade his shield in a constricting manner around the enemy, getting a cuss out of the villain's mouth that made his stomach turn. The more Hawkmoth existed, it seemed, the sicker he grew at the mere sight of him.
His entire body should be aching, but the adrenaline was getting too high for it —and for that he was grateful. He shouted against the rain to his friend to protect the other two, straightening himself and feeling the tickling sensation of Tikki's power. She was aprehensive, and he couldn't blame her. Once his friend was gone, the shield around Hawkmoth gave up and the man launched into his direction intent on taking the rare chance of snatching one of the two most powerful miraculous while he was still weak, a mere 5 meters between them.
"You are not getting the chance!"
Under any other circumstance, Adrien would've shouted something, anything to make light of the situation, but all jokes and fun had suddenly dried out. He wasn't fast enough to stop Hawkmoth and fell back to the ground, his legs his only barrier while the man tried to bring his hands close enough to pick one of his earrings out by force.
In a split second he mustered all the strength he had left and gave him a closed fist right to the chin, pushing him back with his legs right after and seeing him roll to the side with a groan. He had no time to revel in the sound, however, and struggled to get back on his feet once more. He needed to put some distance between them and grab his baton back.
Running to the edge of the building they stood on, he could see it shining faintly behind a pipe, but Hawkmoth was up and running right behind him again way too soon.
"You think yourself too smart, don't you" Hawkmoth said in an almost amusing way, and Adrien could almost see the grin on his mouth even without turning around. "But you're too weak! if it was any other miraculous..But using these two will be too much to your body right now. Just give the ladybug to me and I will fix everything!"
"Shut up!
"You prefer to die!?" His plan was working. Talking made the boy go slightly slower, and the energy his new miraculous gave him made him faster. he was just about to touch that damn fool. He just needed to close the gap, just a little bit more...
He wasn't fast enough, however, and halted as he saw Chat Noir take a last second decision to use the wet floor to his advantage, throwing himself on the ground and closing the distance between him and his baton with a slide, arms open and mouth muttering something he didn't need to listen to understand.
A beam of bright white light blinded him for a few seconds, and before he could even see again his instincts made him jump back just in time to avoid something that hit the ground with such force that he could hear the cement cracking before whatever it was was taken back.
He blinked a few times while his sight came back to him, following the thing that had almost caught him: It was Chat Noir's baton, that was for sure, but it was now black and splitted with a bright red cord between the pieces as if it was some sort of nunchaku. It came back to it's master's grip and closed itself as if the cord had never been there before, but it wasn't the new weapon that froze him in place.
Right in front of him was standing the annoying boy he had been trying to get rid of for the past 10 years.
No.
The boy that scrambled his plans over and over again and he swore more than once he would destroy. The boy he almost killed many times.
No.
The boy he almost succeded in killing many times.
His son.
"Cat got your tongue?" Adrien told him with zero amusement, baton in hand growing as it usually did, and he could see when Hawkmoth felt the ground faltering below his feet.
While transforming, there were only two things in Adrien's mind: having enough resources to ditch every move Hawkmoth had into the trash, and be sure that bastard saw his face. And so his kwami friends conceded his wish, and his transformation had all the right bits except the mask to conceal his identity. He knew his eyes were still merged with Plagg's, and he liked it because it meant he could see very clearly through the rain and into the night. All his senses were ready for one thing only: Stop his father.
Without an answer, the hero continued, being thankful for his newfound force and regained energy, and gave a single, slowly step that made Hawkmoth go back one step in response.
"You--Adri--" Hawkmoth started, but jumped again at the leap his son gave to close the distance between them, his baton cracking the ground again just where he stood mere seconds before. "Adrien stop that! You could die!!"
"Death is overrated" His tone was smooth while he got up and leaped again, atacking over and over while Hawkmoth barelly defended himself with his cane.
He had so many things to ask, and yet none of them seemed to be able to blurt out of his mouth while he saw the man fanctically trying to protect his face and both miraculous he had active at the moment — as to not shatter them and undo the only thing protecting him from being dead by a single blow of his baton.
He wanted to say he couldn't care less, but deep down, something in him still cared.
"Why!?" He shouted instead of any other question, but never stopping his blows. Hawkmoth let himself get hit once before using his cane to push into his wounds and he grunted, the seconds he faltered just enough for the other man to jump to the next building to get some space between them.
"You do not understand!" Hawkmoth shouted back, Adrien could see a mix of anger and desperation bulding behind his now pink-ish eyes "I did this for us-I did this for you! If you just give me the Ladybug you'd—"
Adrien grunted once more, out of rage this time, and leaped after him. Hawkmoth conjured a swarm of butterflies that almost made him fall from the building - enough distraction to put even more space between them.
"For me!?" He got up the water tank on a corner and saw the butterflies leave him alone while his enemy listened "For me!?" an unamused laugh this time "The only thing you wanted all these years was power on top of power! You are a manipulative prick, a lying bastard, a killer!"
"I never intended to-"
"DON'T FUCK WITH ME!" He shouted, jumping to the top of the building Gabriel stood on and landing in a cat-like manner, not bothering to get back up before slowly circling him once, analyzing.
"All the people you manipulated to control and all the ones you hurt... Do you want to know how many times I would be fucking dead by your doing if it wasn't Ladybug!?”
That seemed to click something inside Hawkmoth's head, because the man started attacking him back with a mix of cane attacks and butterfly swarms in hopes of making him use his power and greatly reduce the time he had to fight.
"YES, I DID ALL THAT!" He seemed enraged, and Adrien wanted nothing more. "But you and Ladybug know nothing! I did it for a greater purpose! I did did for our family!!"
"Do you want me to enumerate how many innocent people Ladybug brought back to life that died by YOUR akumas!?" Adrien dodged his cane once and crouched when the butterflies tried to get to him "How many people are endangered right now because of you!? There is nothing that would justify what you did- nothing!"
Saying those things out loud made him even more enraged. He could barely get any rest some nights thinking about the amount of times they couldn't completely save the day, how many people were endangered or affected because of their fight. He had no idea how that man even slept knowing what he did.
Gabriel jumped to flee and he went right behind him. Deep down he still wanted a reason, something that was strong enough. He didn't want his father to--
"I DID IT TO BRING YOUR MOTHER BACK!"
This time, it was something inside him that lit up. A fire he did not know he was capable of having, but he felt nonetheless. Before he could even control his own body, he propelled himself full force on a chimney and caught Hawkmoth mid-jump, one hand pulling and throwing his cane away, the other holding his neck.
He could feel the fabric of his suit barely holding against his claws and, this time, he could truly say he couldn't care less.
The older man's head slammed against the wall of the building's lift motor room as they landed, and Adrien saw himself pulling him from it and slamming his father's head against the wall a second time, and then a third.
"Don't you dare." His eyes were wide and his tone was lethal as he pushed Halkmoth out of the ground, still anchored on the wall by his hand holding him in place. "Don't you dare bring her into this"
Gabriel was holding his arm with both his hands now, but Adrien's force was still too much for him to handle, specially now with two miraculous.
"It is--" he coughed, finding it difficult to breathe "it is true!!" He argued "You know the ladybug can do it-If you just- If you just give it to me--"
"You forced Fu to give up his memory." He started in the same tone, ignoring what Gabriel had just said completely, but shifted his gaze to the side. He could see the light changing. A few more moments and the sun would rise. "You made Nathalie permanently ill. You put the entirety of Paris in danger. You made an akuma to steal Ladybug's soul just so you could use the miraculous the same way she does and not suffer any consequences... And you have the nerve to say it was because of my mother? "
His grip got tighter as he pulled Gabriel out of the wall and hanged him out of the building, his hand being now the only thing stopping him from falling.
"Give me one good reason why I shouldn't end you right now."
"Adrie--" His voice was hoarse thanks to the pressure, and he saw Adrien's eyes flinch carefully as his gaze went back to him.
"It's Chat Noir for you, Hawkmoth."
" Wouldn't-" he coughed again, holding himself against his arm, but the hero didn't move a single muscle "Wouldn't you.. do everything..it took? Aren't you..too...Trying to bring her back?"
The shine in his eyes gave Adrien the confirmation he didn't need. He was talking about Marinette.
"Aren't we..The same?"
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It had barely been ten minutes, but the waiting was killing her. She was about to make a hole on the ground, walking from one side to the other, when she heard what sounded like muffed excited roars at a distance. What was going on? It sounded a bit like..cheering? She decided to talk to Nino about it, but the sound of his miraculous beeping with a new call distracted her.
“Bunnyx” Nino hid his face behind the hood and googles once more before answering, and the hero on the other side spoke quickly:
“Quick report! Chat and Ladybug are not answering, but whatever you guys did, good job!!” She said excitedly and he could hear people cheering behind her while he looked worriedly at Alya. Her face went instantly pale “The sentimonsters are crumbling, and the akumas are fleei-- Ah, here it comes!! It should get to you guys in no time. I need to help out the civilians! Great job everyone!” and she hung up.
Nino stood up, his heart suddenly skipping a beat. Both him and Alya approached Marinette as they noticed a big wave of ladybugs made out of light coming from all directions.
Night time. That’s when everything happens. And today was no different.
Lucinda Deleanu was making her usual runs and deals of the weekend. She had made her goal mark for the week and was just picking up a bit of extra cash from those here and there. Lucinda picked up the cash and promised to deliver within three hours after she got another load of supply; and she always delivered or else people wouldn’t have faith in her with such a large amount of cash.
“Raven! Yo snap out of it! How much more do you need? The usual or did you pick up a few extras?”
Lucinda snapped her head up from her phone and looked at the blonde and colorful outfitted male who was barley in his mid twenties-yet he was a billionaire by now given his line of work. She, on the other hand, had her black eyeshadow, eyeliner, and mascara on her face to blend in as much as she could for this evening. But the one thing that would always stand out were her red lips and shocking blue eyes. There was no hiding those marks.
“Give me the usual and five extra.” Lucinda replied but narrowed her eyes as she slipped her phone in her pack pocket and walked all the way over until she stood right in front of his face. “And don’t you ever ‘yo’ me again. You got it?” The tone of her voice made people stop what they were doing and listen. It was such a sweet voice yet could hold so much authority and warning that people knew not to mess with her.
And they didn’t.
“Relax Raven….” The blonde said with a smirk and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “You know you’re my favorite.” He pulled back chuckling and handed her back her purse along with two envelopes of cash. “Same time next week-oh and next time,” The man paused and his smirk and playfulness was completely gone as he stared Lucinda dead in the eyes, “don’t be late.” With those being his final words, Lucinda rolled her eyes and turned to leave.
Raven was the name that Lucinda had chosen to give herself when it came to doing anything that she knew wasn’t legal-which nowadays was everything. Making her way back to her car, Lucinda texted those that were waiting for her an update and drove to each one of their houses.
The Drug Dealer. That was the face that Lucinda Deleanu had to put on that night in Chicago. She would have much rather preferred being The Dealer at a casino but oh well.
The night was still young after Lucinda had finished making all her deliveries and therefore her presences was required at a rich kids house for a “lit” party. Lucinda could not say no. Keeping up with appearances and meeting new people to sell drugs to was a job that she didn’t exactly like…but it did pay for her classes at the moment. She’d much rather do that then sleep with people for money; which she did once-and once was more then enough.
Selling to rich kids was the easiest and fastest way of getting rid of her supply. Lucinda knew this all too well and made no effort of holding back when it came to selling and convincing others to by her goods versus the next guy’s.
As Lucinda looked around at those around her at the party, she realized that tonight would be an easy one. Or at least that’s what she thought.
“Hey sexy….got anything to sell?” A drunk bastard next to her asked, already spilling a bit of drink onto her faux black leather jacket.
Lucinda held back an eye roll and instead giggled with a husky voice and smirked as she turned and leaned into his ear, “Of course I do babe! Give me fifty and I’ll give ya a taste….” She whispered and pulled away with a wink while holding her hand out.
“How about a taste of you first….then I’ll pay.” The dark haired boy countered back with a hand already around Lucinda’s waste. Oh boy, she thought.
“Oh….” Lucinda said with a smirk on her face as she leaned in only inches from his lips and gave them a quick peck before wrapping a hand around his neck and drawing her lips to his ears once more. “Trust be babe….,” she paused and Lucinda slipped her free hand straight down and gripped his eager dick with ease and purpose before ending, “we’ll have so much fun after you buy my goods. Otherwise, the deals off.” She snapped back with the smirk on her red lips and her blue eyes never breaking his gaze. From feeling how hard this boy already was, Lucinda knew the sale had been made and once she caught him opening his wallet and handing her a $100 bill, she knew only more eager men would follow afterwards for the rest of the night.
If only the poor drugged bastards new she’d be gone before any of them remembered their deal.
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My fucking opticians are fucking incompetent dickholes. First, there was the issue with the first time I made an appointment saying it wasn’t available, then it was, then they cancelled. Speaking on the phone is fucking hard for me, okay? I have got more confident with it but it’s still hard. So randomly ringing me up when I don’t recognise the number makes me panic. Sending me voicemails telling me I am not on your fucking system, SOMEHOW and that I need to bring PROOF of my last appointment and where it was with me to my appointment makes me panic fucking more because I don’t have it anymore. It was only a few months ago but no, I didn’t think I’d fucking need it anymore! How can I not be on the fucking system when I had my last eye test less than 6 months ago, I even got new glasses. I got new contact lenses in the mail LAST WEEK. And I’m not on your fucking system? Now I feel like I am wrong and stupid and all the other shit that comes with this illness so thanks a fucking lot you insolent piss ants!
Donald Trump - 45th President of the United States of America // cut from a tape recording from 2005 with Billy Bush, published by the Washington Post in 2016
