WIP Wednesday??

So, not exactly Wednesday anymore, but @coffeebanana tagged me. Outside of Aftermath this is the only thing, I've made progress on. It's part of my last entry to Adrino week (which took place this last June. Shhh!) and it keeps changing! I'm having fun torturing Nino this week. ...

Nino had always prided himself on being a pretty chill dude. He accepted others the way they were, and tried to let things roll off his shoulders. In the past that had always been easy. 

Lately, Nino was anything but chill. 

Things that used to never bother him now rubbed at his skin like sandpaper. 

He and Alya had broken up, and he wasn’t totally sure what had happened there, but he knew that he missed her, and seeing her was hard, but being with her when she was lying about something was harder. 

Then, Adrien was moving away to London. He seemed excited about the prospect of living with his cousin. And Nino wanted to be happy for him. He was happy for him. But Nino had never had a friend like Adrien before, and he didn’t know how to make another one. And so he was positively dreading the day he had to go to school when Adrien wouldn’t be there.

Then, his father had just been diagnosed with prostate cancer, and everyone kept telling him that the prognosis of this particular kind of cancer was usually really good. His dad would likely fully recover. 

Probably. 

But it turned out that probably only worked when you were diagnosed early, and his dad hadn’t been to the doctor in years. The cancer had already spread throughout his whole body - even into his bones.

“There’s nothing else we can do except make him comfortable,” the doctors said. 

“How long?” his maman asked. 

“Months.”

So yeah, Nino was having a really hard time being chill.

How Far We’ve Come

Summary: An akuma throws Chat Noir twelve years back into his past. He finds himself face to face with his fourteen year old self. They have a heart felt chat. A fic about self compassion and love. 

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Chat Noir hated time travel akumas. That hadn’t always been the case. At one point he had found them fascinating, and often absolutely stoked to find himself at different points in history where he could see the world in an entirely different context. He had once been thrown all the way back to Paris under Louis XI. And the future was often exciting to visit as well, if only to get a sneak peek at what technology might look like in five to five hundred years.

But he had quickly learned that time travel into a time that didn’t recognize him as a superhero often meant he was recognized as the opposite - a harbinger of death or a dark omen. He was met with fear or worse, outright hostility. He had been on the run more than once when Bunnyx had pulled him back to his own time.  

The current time portal had thrown him into a Paris that looked almost identical to the Paris he knew and loved. It was close enough that he couldn’t easily articulate the difference, which likely meant he hadn’t traveled that far in time.

The only question was had he arrived in a time before or after Stoneheart. Hopefully after because he knew from experience it wouldn’t take long for someone to notice him even if he just sat unmoving on this rooftop. And he would prefer to be recognized as a friend instead of a foe.

He was almost relieved at the explosion that rocked the building beneath his feet less than a minute later. After Stoneheart it was!

He immediately vaulted towards the blast. A much younger Ladybug and Chat Noir were already on the scene. This might be the youngest version of himself Chat Noir had ever had the pleasure of meeting.

The younger Chat Noir in front of him had to be like fourteen. Maybe fifteen. He had been an idiot at fifteen. How had Master Fu ever thought they could be trusted with the miraculouses at that age?