#prompt: mistaken identity

[whiskeysmulti]

Bad Eyesight (A KHR Flufftober Fic)

Fandom: Katekyo Hitman Reborn Characters: Fon, I-pin, Hibari, Kyoko, Haru Word Count: 1,060 Prompt: Mistaken Identity Event Host: @flufftober

Everyone knew I-pin's eyesight was bad. But no one thought she was already having trouble telling people apart until the girls took her out one day for cake. Haru and Kyoko had always loved getting cake together and after treating the kids to a few slices as well, they went to pick out flowers for special people in their lives. It would be a relaxing day, as far as relaxing for teenagers and kids dragged into the Mafia could be.

"Maman gets the prettiest ones!" Lambo shouted as Kyoko and Haru giggled and helped him pick out flowers. It was always fun to take the kids out and see what they wanted to pick out. Children had an innocent way of choosing gifts, they didn't often worry about the cost or choosing anything fancy and big and the girls knew Nana would appreciate anything from the kids, even if it was just a weed plucked from her own yard. It was truly the thought that counted.

Haru cut a slice of cake for I-pin and Lambo too as they took a break from their shopping as they had only a few small things left to pick out. "Was there anyone special you wanted to get something for, I-pin-chan?" Kyoko asked and looked at the little girl.

I-pin nodded and pulled a photo out of her pocket, this was the special person she wanted to get something for. But what exactly? Fon had been her sensei and trained her well in the past. She grew to have a fondness and strong admiration for the Storm Arcobaleno and if she could have showered him in gifts she would have, however unfortunately she didn't have the budget to spoil him like she wanted to.

Most of the Tenth Generation might not understand her Grass Script Chinese, but language barrier or not, it was obvious the child wanted to do something special for the special person in the photo, who was unfortunately not Fon. However the girls had taken it at face value and assumed I-pin carried a photo of the Tenth Cloud Guardian, Hibari Kyouya, out of a childish crush. If they were being honest, they couldn't blame her. Girls had crushes all the time, even when they were that young and they knew there were girls far and wide who couldn't wait to get their hands on the Namimori Prefect. They couldn't blame her for liking him, most girls their age did too. But a crush at I-pins age was pure and innocent and often out of admiration or liking them purely because they were one of the first bigger kids to show them kindness at all as many children were often met with hostility from older boys who didn't understand how to deal with them, like Gokudera-kun and Lambo-chan for example. Hibari had always been patient and kind with the kids so it was no surprise if I-pin wanted to get him something to thank him for his kindness.

She'd considered a Gyoza-ken that had the essence of five million regular gyoza buns, but decided against it. Even if he could have survived it, I-pin wouldn't put Fon through that. She understood her training and knew it was too dangerous. She adored Fon as her master and even held carefully on to the doll Ryohei had given her, it looked just like him. She knew red was his favorite color and decided to get him a sweet and some red flowers, the prettiest ones she could find as well as some oolong tea, his favorite tea since in his cursed form, he can no longer handle the spiciness of his favorite food mapo tofu.

Gifts gathered, I-pin proudly went to search out Fon and thank him and ask him to have tea with her once again as they often did to relax after her training. However, the person she had handed the gifts to backed away slightly at first as if confused, before gently kneeling down and asking if they even were for him.

"Shīfù?" I-pin asked, concerned why who she thought was her master had just rejected her gifts, her heart feeling sad as she was just as confused as the Cloud Guardian she mistook for Fon.

Thankfully Haru and Kyoko realized what happened as Haru bowed and apologized to Hibari for the mix up and Kyoko knelt down and politely asked, "These are for your Trainer, Fon, I-pin-chan?"

I-pin nodded and pulled out the picture again, inspecting and looking back to the young man before her repeating that title again, "Shīfù." She pointed to Hibari, just for him to blush in all the confusion.

Haru immediately bowed and apologized for the mistake. "My sincerest apologies, Hibari-san. There's been a mix up. I-pin-chan thought you looked like her Master and mistook you for him."

"Ah." He knelt down and simply patted her head. I-pin was a good kid and he couldn't blame her for being a little confused, even though he didn't think he looked anything like the Storm Arcobaleno, he couldn't blame a child for getting mixed up like this, it happens sometimes. "It's okay little one, I hope you can find him soon." And Hibari went on his way.

I-pin was glad he understood it was all a mix up. But that left her with one problem, just where was her precious master Fon? Had she lost him? Could she find him again?

"I-pin, there you are!" A very familiar voice called to her and Hibari sighed in relief. Fon had returned and immediately walked over to a very excited I-pin.

She bowed in greeting, "Shīfù!" She smiled proudly and presented the gifts.

Fon accepted the gifts with pride, bowing himself after patting her on the head. "Xièxiè." A simple thank you was all it took to make I-pin's day.

Hibari smiled and walked away, thankful the mix up had been settled and I-pin could be reunited with her master now. Haru and Kyoko went on their way as well, now thankful Fon and I-pin could spend some time together.

Fon presented a teapot and motioned for I-pin to follow him. "We have much to catch up on, I-pin. Come, let's have tea."

Everything had worked out in the end, it was all a case of mistaken identity and a child with good intentions but very poor eyesight.

[phlebaswrites]

Here (And Queer)

Summary:

Tobirama doesn't have the time for a love life.

His family vehemently disagrees.

Rating: Teen And Up Fandom: Naruto Relationship: Senju Tobirama/Uchiha Madara Word Count: 2,324 (Complete)

Entry for @madatobiweek

Day 5 - November 9: Reincarnation | Mistaken Identity

This story is for @tarutaruga who showed me the post that inspired it.

"… and she's a very nice girl, or so her father says." Tobirama wants to sigh, but suppresses the impulse as his father keeps describing yet another daughter of a business partner. "She's doing her MBA, so I'm sure she'd have a lot in common with you."

"I don't think we would suit." Tobirama shakes his head, refusing to back down. "Besides, between the students inflicted on me by the university and my research, I don't have time to date."

"You could make time if you wanted to," otousan dismisses his objection, waving it away. "Meet her and see, I won't press you for more than that."

Kawarama grimaces behind his bowl of rice, and Tobirama shares his feelings. It always begins like this - a single date, organised by their father, then another one if the woman isn't completely objectionable, and soon there will be expectations.

No, Tobirama has had quite enough of it.

"Otousan." He puts down his chopsticks, making sure to align them carefully on top of his bowl. "I'm never going to date any of these girls."

"Your brother used to say that, but now look at him." Their father points at Anija, who smiles sheepishly but puts his hand over his wife's, covering it completely. "Happily married! It's possible, Tobirama, you just have to try."

"It's not possible, not for me." Tobirama looks up, catching his father's gaze. "Because I'm gay."

The silence that falls over the table is both sudden and total as the whole family stares at him in shock. He's never mentioned it before - he never thought it was anyone's business but his own - but if this is the only way Tobirama can get some peace, he'll do it.

He won't date another woman again, ever.

"Well…" Anija's voice breaks the hush, sounding overly loud by comparison. "There's always a nice boy…?"

Otousan shoves his chair back, standing up and storming out of the room, clearly disagreeing with that option, and Itama bites his lip. "Well, fuck."

Tobirama shakes his head, getting up and heading for the door.

"Nii-chan, wait!" Kawarama chases him down the hall, but Tobirama doesn't stop for his brother the way he'd normally do.

No, he needs to get out.

He always suspected his father would take this particular bit of news badly, and he won't stay under a roof where he's not welcome.

"I'll be back for my things when I can," he grabs his coat and swings it over his shoulders. "Don't wait for me."

He closes the door in his brother's face, and takes a deep breath. The chill of the air is calming, and he draws it into his lungs.

Dinner from a conbini, a bed at the capsule hotel near the station, and then he'll take the train back to Tokyo in the morning.

This isn't a disaster, it's just the way of the world. All children have to leave the nest some time.

It looks like it's finally his turn.

Read the rest on AO3.

[ineffably-queer-book-lover]

Mistaken Identity - The Angels Edition

Well, so glad I got this finished in time, but please excuse the lack of elaborate backgrounds this week. The pictures and limericks were a bit of a rushed job, but I hope you still enjoy my interpretations of the prompt!

Muriel

"I always say the best part of a 'cupperty' is looking at it."

There once was a low rank scrivener, Earthside a human police officer. All dressed up in white, Their smile shone so bright. No one guessed what an angel they were!

Jim, short for James, short for Gabriel

"I. Am. Dusting!"

There once was a Supreme Archangel, Who’d never done anything shameful, But then he turned dim, Was henceforth called Jim, And found walking around naked delightful.

Aziraphale

"Gimme the facts!"

There once was a hobby detective, His disguises were oh so deceptive. After reading the news He followed the Clues. His fact-finding was most effective!

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ @ineffablyruined Sorry, if some of my limericks are a bit "clunky", but it was the best I could come up with. English isn't my native language, so please excuse my bad attempts at poetry. Also, I am aware that Aziraphale's coat isn't the right color (yet), but I ran out of time to work on it. 🤷‍♀️

[stars-obsession-pit]

He’s totally a Bat

Danny Fenton is a new student at Gotham University, and he’s got secrets to hide.

But everyone knows what the biggest one is. He’s terrible at hiding it.

He’s obviously the civilian identity of one of the city’s vigilantes.

Black hair and blue eyes? Check.

Around the right height? Check.

Surprisingly strong? Check.

Has experience in martial arts? Check.

Knows tech well (which would make sense for their gadgets)? Check.

Has weirdly good reflexes and situational awareness? Check.

Clearly doesn’t actually feel threatened by rogue attacks? Check.

Has very strong opinions about certain rogues and aspects of vigilante work that sound like they come from experience? Check.

Often very tired, like a vigilante working at night would likely be? Check.

Occasionally misses class or comes in late without a proper reason? Check.

Definitely is hiding things about his past and personal life? Check.

It all lines up. Yeah, there’s a possible flaw in that no one ever saw him around Gotham prior to that year, but that could easily be explained by something like homeschooling.

The only argument his schoolmates still have is which vigilante he is. They’ve even got a betting pool going about it with a sizable amount of money on the line.

…and all the while, Danny is blissfully unaware of any of this. He’s enjoying his college life and the greatly reduced number of ghost things to deal with (not none, but few enough that he’s only occasionally late or missing sleep)

[ri-afan]

So I learned Jason had an older brother named Danny and had the idea of Danny popping up in Crime Alley to help and gaining enough of a reputation as Phantom (unnamed) that Red Hood checks him out.

Red Hood questions the ghost, finds out he’s a ghost, is vaguely told his life after death, that not all ghosts remember things as living people would, and dos and don’ts of interactions. Phantom just wants to help!

Important, I need him to eventually say “I go by Phantom, but… you can call me Danny” and if it can be delayed into their meeting a bit and Red Hood picks up the previous info over time then all the better. Maybe Danny is a bit jaded after whatever made him move, maybe it’s just been a while since he’s talked to a human regularly, maybe he’s nervous about Red Hood’s relationship with Batman and Batman’s ties with the JL and the government—take your pick.

Now Red Hood doesn’t say too much on it, doesn’t show it a ton in his actions and stuff (he’s a former street kid who was bat-raised to be Robin after all) and definitely doesn’t voice his thoughts about it, but he totally thinks that Danny is the ghost of his dead brother.

He’s not though, he’s still Danny Fenton and in no way related to Jason. At most he’s only heard rumours of the guy, possibly from the dead who like Red Hood for avenging them and Danny’s nervous “because he’s Red Hood and he’s just Phantom”.

How long until this clears up? Eh. That’s up to you, but please let me know 😉

[minty364]

DPXDC Prompt #129

Danny was having fun hoping through different dimensions. He needed a vacation and was looking for a place to stay to rest. It’s been 5 or so years since he was crowned king and he had finally caught up some of the paperwork. The world he was touring right now had superheroes and it felt like the right place to relax without worrying.

Unfortunately he already existed in this world so he couldn’t stay in Amity park since he didn’t want to complicate things. Currently in a city that wasn’t in his own universe, Gotham, he spent some time checking out the city and exploring. Danny however feels something was off about himself in this universe, he felt like he shouldn’t know things he does. He slowly remembers the things that happened to him in this universe, he always did as part of his growing power. Although some of the things were things only an assassin would know which kind of started to worry him just a bit.

Everything went great in his vacation, well it was until Danny runs into someone his age, someone this universe’s version of him knew very well. His brother Damian who accuses him of being an imposter and chases Danny through his apartment with a sword.

[mkarchin713]

Legacy of Chronos: Daughter of the Unknown God

Through her travels around the world/Infinite Realms, Ellie stumbles on Camp Halfblood and is mistaken for a demigod. She is determined to be a legacy of Cronus (Clockwork) and the child of an unknown god with a DP symbol (Danny).

Cue everyone mistaking Chronos for Kronos and thinking that the mystery god is a child of Kronos born sometime while he was in Tartarus. This misunderstanding is not helped by the fact that the Underworld is part of the Infinite Realms and portals to the Ghost Zone where often mistaken for portals to Tartarus.

Now Zeus is freaking out and wants to use Ellie as leverage against her father who obviously wants to take over Olympus. Percy/Thalia/Nico/Lester/whoever is now trying to keep Ellie out of Zeus’s paranoid clutches and get her back to Tartarus before her father goes looking for her.

(Ellie is so happy she made new friends, they’re even going to take her on a road trip to LA. Sure they seemed really nervous when she mentioned Danny would come looking for her if she didn’t check in soon, how was she supposed to know Hellhounds are cellphones anyway)

[pluralprompts]

Prompt #2,239

System A gains a new headmate but doesn't realize it. The new headmate becomes annoyed when they find out their system has been crediting other headmates for their actions.

[moonlightsprompts]

# Dc x Dp 131 Halloween prompt

Every Halloween Fright Knight would lead the dead to the living world and at the end of the night he would collect any that were stuck in the living world

He has not been able to do this for several centuries because he had to guard Pariah Dark's sarcophagus but now that there is a new king he can get back to his original purpose which is guiding Souls and other creatures to the realms Zone.

When he gets back King Phantom tells him he seems to have made a few mistakes he did not realize how rusty he has become.

What Fright Night thought he brought back

8 ghost 1 of which is very sick

4 zombies

3 were animals

A false immortal

A spirit of fear

A child of Undergrowth

What he actually brought back

Calendar man - a man that does crime on holidays and significant date

Clayface - a human that can shape-shift

Firefly - a person who likes arson

Mr. Freeze - a man who is trying to find a cure for his wife ( Danny needs to get him to talk to Frostbite before he leaves )

Red Hood - not a full ghost but a halfa that's sick ( also needs to see Frostbite )

Robin - a very stabby human

The Joker - insane

The Mad Hatter - a man who is obsessed with Alice in Wonderland

Lord Death Man - a man who plays dead very convincingly

Solomon Grundy - actually a zombie

Two-Face - a person who has had a very bad injure

Tim Drake - a sleep-deprived human that is only alive because of coffee and spite ( get Nocturn to put the human to sleep for a couple of hours )

Killer Croc - a metahuman

Killer Moth - a man dressed as a moth

Man-Bat - is in fact a were animal

Ra's al Ghul - false immortal

The Scarecrow - a human that likes to spread fear ( Fright Night had known that he was human he was just maker sure that Scarecrow got the message that he isn't the master of Halloween )

Poison Ivy - is not a child of Undergrowth yet

[iasip-kinkmeme]

Charlie conspires to get Dennis and Mac together because he gets so annoyed that they won't stop coming to him about each other and complaining. It backfires when he accidentally give them the impression that he's gay and wants to date them. Mac is thrilled. Dennis flat rejects him. Charlie has a meltdown and essentially throws Mac onto Dennis in a fit after Mac gets Super Mega RomCom Annoying

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[ineffablyruined]

Thank you to everyone who continues to participate! I'm having so much fun seeing what you all come up with, and we're getting some amazing fic, poetry, art, and even LEGOs. This is so much fun.

Prompt for Week Five:

Mistaken Identity.

Do we have a Crowley doppelgänger? Is the Metatron concealing his identity? Does someone think they are talking to someone else? You all know the drill at this point - you get to interpret this however you want!

The Rules Are Simple:

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[flashypunches]

"Villain, what are you trying to attempt here?"

"I'm destroying the city to recreate it to the best it can be, of course! Only the finest for my heir!"

"The best, I— what? Did something happen to you, are you— are you dying?"

"No! No, of course not, why would you even think that Hero?

Hero touches a hand to their com, never taking their eyes off of their rogue, who was more than definitely possessed to some degree.

Whispering as Villain's back was turned, Hero prayed that the com hadn't died on them as it usually did when around Villain's lair. "Team, I've got some form of mind tampering happening here, and now Villain thinks I'm their heir or whatever— no I don't need any serums or antidotes, I didn't get hit with anything, just send some backup. I have a feeling that this'll take longer than we want it to."

Hero readied into a defensive position that would look like they were relaxing. The best thing to do was to get Villain to think they were getting less tense around them, in order to get the menace to spill something about what their plans were.

"So. Best heir, aye?" Hero tried to muster a crooked grin that landed them the eye of the public's adoration for about... a few days until they moved onto another new toy, in the form of Vigilante. But they didn't have enough in them, the whole situation, misunderstanding, mind tampering draining them of all their pep.

Villain, thankfully, didn't notice this, spinning around from their place overlooking the city's surveillance system, and keeping their attention on Hero. Hopefully it'd stay that way until help arrived to take them off of Hero's weary hands.

"Yeah! I have to say, you've grown to be a wonderful young hero, and while I'd hoped you would take on the family business, you are remarkably good at being good! Guess all my potential went to you instead of me!" Villain laughed, and Hero noted the mention of villainy being a family job. Another clue to who the menace really was.

The mask had already come off, sure, but the face would be different everytime. Shape-shifter powers were the reason, and the mask was only the distraction to taking Villain into custody, so the team stopped wasting time taking it off to reveal some poor sod's face who Villain took as disguise.

[verfound]

FIC: "Of Lost Luggage, Shirts, and Other Things" (MLB; Lukanette; LBSC Lukanette Month 2024)

@lovebugs-and-snakecharmers is doing a Lukanette Month for September 2024, and we all just kinda tossed some prompts in the disco to compile a list?  We ended up with 71 prompts, so I decided I’d roll some dice to pick a prompt, do a twenty minute (ish, bc we all know sometimes they run away from me) sprint, and try to get some short fics out this month?

(This one is also kinda @rierse's fault, based on a prompt she dropped in the disco about someone wearing their own merch. 😂)

Read on Ao3

Prompt 69: Airport

Luka stared at the woman behind the desk with…honestly, he wasn’t sure what expression was on his face.  He was going for disbelief, but with how exhausted he was – and how long the last few days had been – it was probably something more akin to disdain.

He was, admittedly, probably doing a fairly decent impression of the Captain’s scowl.

It wasn’t her fault, he reminded himself.  She was just the messenger.  You don’t shoot the messenger.

…he was in desperate need of a coffee.  And a shower.  And some clean fucking clothes.

(And a T-S specialty, because the airport Cinnabon Crusher had bought him as an apology was still sitting too heavy and too much on his stomach, even nine hours later.)

“What…do you mean…” he started, slowly, closing his eyes and forcing himself to take a deep, calming breath, “…you lost…my luggage?”

“I am so sorry, M. Stone,” the poor girl said.  She looked like she was about to piss herself – which was probably fair.  He was still new enough that she probably hadn’t heard of Luke Stone yet.  Most likely, the poor girl just saw ‘Stone’, saw the VIP party his ticket had been attached to, and remembered the horror stories he was sure she had heard about Jay over the years.  She was probably expecting a wild crocodile to come barreling out of boarding, ready to chomp her head off for daring to lose a Stone’s luggage.  “It…it appears it’s not here.  It…looks like it might be in Barcelona?”

…they hadn’t been in Barcelona since the beginning of the summer tour.  How the shit had his suitcase traveled to Barcelona from New York, when the rest of them had made it to Paris just fine?

“We can have it back to you in a few days,” she said.  “I am so sorry, M. Stone, but –”

“It’s fine,” he said, his jaw clenching uncomfortably as he held up a hand.  God, he just needed to sleep.  And a shower.  And a clean fucking shirt – he’d smelled like bad Indian takeaway since New York, thanks to Crusher.  “Just…call me when you have it.”

He slumped away from the counter, rubbing his hands over his face.  A throat cleared nearby, and he looked up to find Penny holding a shirt up for him.

“It’s not ideal, but at least it’s clean,” she said.  “Until you get home.”

“They lost my bag,” he said.  There was a niggling in his stomach, an unpleasant reminder of…his eyes widened as he stared at Penny.  “…Penny.  They lost my bag.”

“I know,” she said, putting her hands on his shoulders and squeezing.  “Breathe, Luka.  It’s all right.  We’ll get it sorted.  Luggage gets lost all the time – it’s not the end of the world.”

…it felt like it.  Penny knew just as well as he did what was actually in that bag and how very important it was that it was not lost.

“Penny –” he started, but she shook her head and pushed the shirt into his hands.

“Go change,” she said.  “Go home.  Get some sleep.  I’ll track down the bag, and it’ll be back in no time.  Everything will be fine.”

“It’s a sign,” he groaned, dropping his head back into his hands.  “Penny, Gina flew out specifically to give me that…oh my God.  Oh my God.  Gina’s gonna kill me.  Tom’s gonna kill me.  It’s –”

“Stop that,” Penny said, swatting his arm.  “Go home.  Sleep.  Catch up with your…Marinette.”

…he almost smiled at that.  Almost, because as much as he loved the sound of ‘his Marinette’ she was only going to be his Marinette if that damn bag wasn’t lost, which it currently was.  God, this day couldn’t get any worse…Penny rolled her eyes and pushed him towards the exit.

“Change.  Sleep.  Stop freaking out – this means nothing, Luka!” she called as he wandered off.  “It’s going to be fine!”

…he wished he could believe her.  Usually, he would.  But he had too much riding on that damn bag – like the rest of his whole damn life – and he couldn’t help but wonder if losing the bag meant everything really was about to fall apart.

. : .

It didn’t take him long to change his shirt.  The other one – the one Crusher had spilled his curry on before the plane took off – went straight into the bin.  It was probably stained beyond saving, anyway, and it was just an old white shirt.  He could easily replace it.

But when he tugged the new shirt over his head and stared back at his reflection in the mirror of the airport restroom, he couldn’t help but think maybe the curry-stained shirt was preferable.

There was no way Penny could convince him that the only clean shirt in his size they had extras of was the summer tour shirt.  He looked like such a tool, walking around with his own face slapped on his chest.

He was not awake enough for this, he thought as he scrubbed his hands over his face.  Coffee.  He needed coffee.  If he was going to make it home, he needed coffee.

Airport coffee wasn’t always the best, but it was still better than nothing, so he found himself shambling towards the food court before making his way into the city.  It was probably for the best, anyway – he’d have a time finding a cab now, and the others were probably already on their way to their respective homes.

…like he would be.  If the stupid airport hadn’t lost his stupid luggage with the stupid…

He was going to be sick.

Maybe coffee wasn’t the best idea after all…

“Oh my God,” a voice gasped in front of him.  His brow furrowed, his expression scrunching.  That voice…there was something familiar about it, but he couldn’t quite place what…  “I love that artist!”

…fuck.

He did not have the mental fortitude to deal with fans at the moment.

“Oh my God,” he said, his voice maybe a tinge more sarcastic than he had intended, “yeah!  Me, too!”

There was a beat – a longer-than-necessary pause – where the person had grown uncomfortably silent, and he sighed as he shook his head.

“…sorry,” he said, rubbing his eyes.  “Long flight.  Yeah, um…he’s ok.”

He finally looked up at the fan, and his brow furrowed as he stared at her.  Large, dark sunglasses covered her face, and her short hair was tucked into a bright pink scarf.  She was dressed simply enough, in short pink overalls with a white shirt underneath – but there was something…familiar about that shirt.  Something that was trying to click in his jetlagged brain but just wouldn’t.

Something he felt he should recognize about the bits of green – leaves? – peeking out over the top of the overalls.

“More than ‘ok’, I’d say,” she sniffed, her lips turning in a frown.  “Though he’s kind of being a butt right now.  Might make me reconsider how cool I usually find him.”

“…that’s…fair,” he said, nodding.  “Again.  Sorry.  Long flight.”

“It’s a shame,” she said, sighing as she turned away.  There was a bag at her hip, and he would swear he watched it snap shut without her even touching it.  What the hell…?  “Usually, I’m a pretty big fan.  I’d even venture to say his biggest, though I know some people who would fight me for that title.”

She looked over her shoulder, and her cheek moved in a way that made him think she had just winked at him.  He blinked, his brow furrowing again as he tried to focus on her.  It was…kind of hard, when she was kinda blurry and there seemed to be two of her.

“Anyway,” she said, stepping forward as the line moved ahead of her.  “I’d heard his flight was coming in today.  I was hoping to surprise him, big fan that I am.  But traffic was terrible, and I heard I just missed him…and how bad that flight actually was.”

She heaved a longsuffering sigh, and he shook his head as he scrubbed at his eyes again.  That voice…

“So I thought I’d get him some coffee, but you see how long this line is,” she said, turning back towards him.  “I’ll be lucky if I catch him at all at this rate.  Don’t you – mmf!”

The pieces finally clicked into place, and he grabbed at Marinette’s wrist to tug her against him.  He bent her back, slipping her shades onto her head as he kissed her stupid.  Her hands gripped at his shoulders, and he would swear her foot even popped behind her.

“…about time,” she giggled at him.  He chuckled and shook his head before stealing another kiss.

“Asshole,” he huffed, rubbing their noses together.  “You were enjoying that entirely too much.”

“You’re adorable when you’re jetlagged,” she teased, her hand coming up to caress his jaw.  She frowned at the touch before tapping a finger against his skin.  “You need a shave.”

“Flight from hell,” he sighed, sagging against her.  “…forty-eight hours from hell.”

“Penny said they lost your luggage,” she said.  A throat cleared behind them, and she rolled her eyes before pulling him out of line with her.  He whined as they lost their place, but she leaned up to kiss his jaw.  “You know their coffee will taste like feet, anyway.  Let me get you home.  We can stop at my parents’ and get you some proper food.”

The mention of her parents had his stomach seizing all over again.

“…your dad’s gonna kill me,” he groaned, dropping his forehead on her shoulder.  “The suitcase, Marinette.  They lost my suitcase.”

“It’s ok,” she said, laughing as she patted his back.  “Penny said it’s in Barcelona – it’ll be here by tomorrow.  Day after at the latest.”

“No, but I can’t see your parents until I have the suitcase,” he said, shaking his head.  “Tom already knows – he’s expecting…I can’t…”

“Luka, Luka, hold on,” she said, placing her hands on his face to try and steady him.  She smiled as her thumb brushed beneath his eye, and he took a deep breath to try and calm himself.  “What’s going on?  It’s just a suitcase.  You have clean clothes at home – ones that don’t scream I’m an Egocentric Rock Star.”

She was teasing, he knew, but it still made him frown as she poked the face on his chest.  His face still scrunched as he caught her fingers.

“Hey,” he said, ��I happen to love the person who designed this shirt.  Lay off.”

Her smile warmed, and she pulled his face back to hers for another kiss.

“She loves you, too,” she whispered against his lips.  “But it’s still a little tacky wearing your own merch, don’t you think?”

“If it was one of the other shirts – with the album logo or lyrics or something – it wouldn’t be as bad,” he sighed.  “It’s just because it’s the stupid tour shirt, with my stupid face on it, that makes me look like a stupid idiot.”

“Hey,” she laughed, hugging him tight, “you’re anything but.  Stop being so hard on yourself.”

“I lost my luggage, Marinette,” he groaned, pulling her close.  “I lost the ring.  How could I lose the ring?  I was supposed to hold onto it until it was safely on your finger, where it belongs, but now it’s lost in stupid Barcelona and you’re gonna say no and –”

“…Luka,” she said, her voice suddenly too-quiet with an odd edge to it.  He hummed, and her hands fisted in his shirt and tugged.  “Luka.”

She pulled back, staring up at him with wide eyes that had no right to look as beautiful as they did, not in the shitty airport lighting.  She tugged on his shirt again, and he frowned as she swallowed.

“What?” he asked, shaking his head to try and clear it.  She swallowed again, and he was distracted by thoughts of wanting to bite her neck.

“What ring?” she asked, and his eyes widened as his brain finally started to catch up to him.

…shit.

[stars-obsession-pit]

A series of unfortunate coincidences

Danny has been working on learning how to make portals to… mixed success. Look, he’s got the making part down just fine! It’s just the location part he’s having trouble with!

And, like, there’s a lot of embarrassing places to drop out of a portal by accident. He’s no stranger anymore to having to do some awkward explaining. Though that reminds him, he still needs to apologize to Tucker for the shower incident.

But he thinks this might take the cake.

I mean, what kind of one-in-a-trillion bad luck does it take to emerge on top of an ongoing summoning ritual?

A ritual that was, apparently, meant to get some kid named “Danyal” whom he’s a dead ringer for and did not appear.

Not that any of them believe him about that, of course. Because apparently “memory loss is a known possible symptom of some resurrections.”

But what about genetic proof? Nope! Turns out his Fenton Luck struck again and his ghostly half means genetic tests don’t give clear results, and in fact happen to resemble the effects of this “Lazarus-something-or-other” stuff that Danyal would have interacted with.

Fucking hell.

What is his (half-)life right now?

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a very sick or injured immortal whumpee mistaking caretaker for a long-dead loved one in their delirium, and caretaker playing along to try and comfort them until they feel better.