Finally posting a snippet for my Prelson fic! Still working slowly but surely on it, Part 1 is almost fully written, and is currently being edited.
Btw, let me know in the comments if you want to be tagged when I offically start posting the fic!
wip under the cut, I might change it some more in the final version.
Title: Love Always Mends The Heart
Some context: the events of Heartfixer don’t happen in this AU, because I planned so many plot points while forgetting that Adrien knows the trio were actively messing with him and Marinette 😅 maybe I’ll figure out a way to incorporate that, who knows.
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The next day, Prem is seated in the common room, watching the ticker on his computer screen go down, using every fiber of his being to remain still. Tickets for Hadestown at the Théâtre de Paris will be available in less than 5 minutes, and he can’t even afford to be distracted for even a second. He's been anticipating this for months; he even avoided watching any bootlegs or listening to the soundtrack so that he could experience the entire story live for the first time. Plus, it’s been a while since he’s seen a live show, and, if he makes it to the next stage of the competition, he could use some inspiration for staging.
He was originally supposed to see it with his mom, from whom he inherited his love for musicals and performance. Ever since he was 7 years old, they’ve had a tradition of seeing a musical live onstage once a year. Unfortunately, just a couple days ago, she learned from her agent that she would have the opportunity to audition for a dance company in London, the exact week they had planned to go see the show. She encouraged him to go see it anyway, and to bring a friend with him. Prem had considered inviting Rose, but his mother only had offered enough for two tickets total, and he didn’t want to risk causing trouble between her and Juleka again... Maybe Zoé could be interested? Either way, he needs to be able to actually buy the tickets first.
2 minutes left.
He taps his heel against the ground. Hopefully he’ll get good seats. Ideally, he would get the front row in the upper circle, so that he can get a nice view of the stage and won’t have to worry about someone tall sitting right in front of him. Maybe one day his father’s tall genes will kick in, and if they do, he’ll sit in the back row out of consideration for everyone else. His phone dings and he takes it out to silence it. Whatever it is, it can wait. He places the device next to his computer.
Just over a minute left.
A loud crash resonates in the distance. Everyone in the room freezes. Some people are already beginning to stand up, eyeing the nearest exit. Please please please, not right now. Prem glances at his screen again; less than a minute remaining. If he’s quick, he’ll be able to snag something, even if it isn’t the perfect seat. The counter hits zero and he refreshes the page. The ticket shop is now accessible. He clicks on the room layout.
Another crash, much louder this time, followed by an ominous crrrrrrrrk as cracks snake their way up the wall facing him. They branch rapidly, reaching towards the ceiling. This isn’t good. Prem’s survival instincts kick in, and he launches himself backwards, knocking over his chair, in an attempt to put as much distance as possible between the expanding damage and himself.
Wait.
He eyes his phone, still sitting on his desk, next to his computer. Should he risk it? What if he needs to call for help? As if answering his question yet another crash resounds, making the room shake and a piece of the ceiling come crashing down right where was sitting half a minute earlier.
Never mind.
Prem joins the rest of the students in swarming towards the exit, struggling to get around knocked over chairs and tables. A loud distorted voice echoes from beyond the wall, but he can’t quite catch what it’s saying. All he can decipher is the anger within it, rattling the walls. Even as he runs for his life, Prem can’t help but feel compassion. He hopes that whoever it is, the heroes will manage to soothe the source of their distress.
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About a dozen or so students, as well as a couple of teachers, are huddled in one of the school's bunkers. By now, everyone knows the drill. Find shelter, remain silent, wait for the all-clear. The emergency electricity isn’t working for some reason, leaving the only sources of light the pale blue glow emanating from phone screens, as people watch footage of the battle raging outside. Despite the familiarity of the situation, there’s a quiet tension in the air. The heroes have never failed before, but there’s always that possibility that this might be the one that takes them down.
Most have split into groups, offering each other comfort. Algae has curled herself into a ball as Aurore and Mireille hover over her. Another group has gathered around Diane who, by chance, had been carrying a board game with her when the attack started.
Nelson remains in his own corner, alone. No one has invited him to join. Not that he cares. He wonders if Loïc and Ray managed to find shelter. He was on his way to join them when the attack started. If they were their meetup spot, they should have managed to get off the school grounds quickly.
He overhears the news broadcast that the group nearest to him is watching. Apparently, the entire school building has collapsed. This akuma is seriously powerful. He wonders how it feels, to suddenly gain the ability to cause so much chaos. To make the people who’ve wronged you tremble. To make them listen.
Though, if it were him, he wouldn’t go for something so flashy and obvious. You turn into a giant monster; everyone knows who to go after. He’d prefer something more discreet... Ideally no one would even know he was akumatized at all, that’s the real power. Maybe something like shapeshifting... Yes, that has a lot of potential. Nelson threads his fingers in his scarf absentmindedly as works out this idea. Once he’s done with Prem, that could be their new plan. It shouldn’t be difficult to talk the others into it.
Just then a wave of glittering ladybugs flies through the room, and the lights come back on. After a moment of silence, a symphony of notifications begins to resonate in the room. Nelson’s own phone dings and he finds a notification from his mom.
Are you okay?? They said the school collapsed?
Text me when you get this!
Nelson texts back
I’m fine. I’m in a bunker.
The response is immediate.
We’re coming to get you
So, they’re both coming. Nelson puts his phone away. It was to be expected. They always get extra attentive after an attack. The bunker doors are opened and sunlight comes flooding, blinding everyone inside.
YESS OH MY GOD ITS HAPPENING!!!! I LOVE THIS SO MUCH!!
