Marlo
Marlo
TW: Suicide, christianity, self harm
The next day Adora looks over the guardian requests and she notices one for a trans man. Adora remembers trans being someone who was born as the wrong gender, they face a lot of harassment for finding their true selves. It seems like the paper has been waiting for someone for a while. Without a second thought, Adora grabs the page reading it through.
“Job Wanted Posted XxXx Female Trans Name(s): Macey, Marlo Suffers from body dysphoria, depression, suicidal ideation Upper level”
It’s an upper-level job but no one has taken it. There are plenty of upper-level angels, actually, there are not a lot of lower-level angels as it’s rare for someone to decide to become one and continue pass training. Adora is certain that she will be allowed the job since no other angels have taken it so far.
Walking up to Alice to have the role checked she skimmed it and denied her.
“What?!?” Adora said shocked.
“This job is for upper angels Adora, you can’t handle it,”
“I can I swear. And no one else is taking it! This person needs help.” Adora begs.
“You can’t jump into big projects before you’re ready. It will just lead to failure. If you want I can push her to priority but-” Alice continues dismissively but Adora cuts her off.
“Her? They go by him? Will the other angels even help if they don’t respect his decisions?” Adora scolds her eye glowing fiercely.
Alice looks up from the sheet, seemingly sizing Adora up. “If this mission fails?”
“It won’t fail, I promise,” Adora says.
“But if you do fail, you will take a year off, and have to write a report on why you don’t haggle jobs along with your jobs report,” Alice says writing down her approval.
“Yes ma’am,” Adora says smiling.
She’s given the job location and sets off. Adora was shocked to find a large home and her target person had long brown hair. He was wearing some pyjama pants and a tank top that flattened his mid-sized chest, a binder. His arms were covered with red scars, self-inflicted she’s sure.
Well, Adora can see the first solution, he has to cut his hair. Why is it so long? Adora looks around the room and sees a pair of scissors lying on the floor. His room is messy too, she could probably help him with that too. Adora has the scissors glint catch Marlo’s eye and he looks over from his crouch on the bed.
Grabbing the scissors he turns it back and forth in his hands. Listening close to outside his room Adora can tell he’s thinking hard. She smiles excited about his transformation but before she can think he begins cutting open the scars on his arm.
“NO! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!” she yells out holding onto his arms.
He feels a slight warmth but nothing else continuing, letting the blood drip down his skin. Adora panics turning Marlo’s attention to the first aid kit underneath his bed. He sighs softly setting the scissors down before cleaning up the cuts.
“That wasn’t supposed to happen. You were supposed to cut your hair. Your hair!” she screams worried watching him intently.
Marlo lays back down on his bed covering his face. He huffs and pulls off his binder stretching his ribs and arms. “Shitty day, shitty body,” he mutters before lying down and falling asleep.
Asleep? How can he fall asleep at a time like this? He just sliced open his skin and he’s acting like nothing happened? Adora is so confused, but she decides to look at his past and relationships a bit more while he sleeps.
He has a dad. No mom, she died when he was young and was a church girl. His father is a church person too, high belief in Christianity. Marlo has yet to tell his dad about being trans, his name, or his pronouns but he uses them online. Marlo has a couple of friends online, they’re a bit unstable as well though and not always available. He’s in his final year of high school at least but Adora doesn’t think that will be the end of her mission this time.
How should she approach this case? It’s a lot harder than last time, naturally as it’s for upper-level angels. His haircut was supposed to help him but that didn’t work out. She took a peek inside his closet to see many blouses and dresses. More masculine clothes would help out too but how could he get them? Well either way Marlo was sleeping in filth and needed some serious help cleaning his room.
Angels can’t do much-moving things around, less humans will get suspicious, so she begins little by little. Things that would be hard to notice if you weren’t a master memoriser. Adora also brings in one of his dad’s shirts, lying on the closet floor among many other clothes.
In the morning Marlo gets up groaning and stretching. He looks down at the floor, barely less cluttered than before filling him with dread. Heading to the closet he grabs the first thing, a navy blue dress. Adora watches confused as Marlo changes into the blue dress rather than the shirt on the floor but she has no time to think as Marlo is already leaving the room.
She hurries after him down the stairs and into the kitchen. It was nice and full, big and bright. He grabs a granola bar and his backpack leaving the house in a hurry. Balancing the granola bar in his mouth and the backpack on his shoulder Marlo pulls out a big black hoody pulling it on.
Adora smiles, this hides his figure a lot more than that dress, and it hides his arms. It must be a favourite if it’s in his backpack she guesses. Marlo waits down the street with some other students keeping his head down. They must be waiting for the bus, Adora scans the crowd of students and surrounding houses. The neighbourhood was good, full of nice houses and kids who mind their own business.
The bus arrives and at school, Adora notices that Marlo hasn’t told anyone he’s trans. He meets up with two friends once off the bus, a girl named Lynne and a boy named Olive. They’re twins.
“Macey, how are you? I can’t believe the amount of homework they saddled us with!” Lynne shouts over as he walks to the two.
“I’m fine, I’m just tired, I was up working it all night,” he hums out.
“I know right, I wanna get out and live my life! I’m a senior now I’m supposed to be going out and having fun not staying in all night with homework!” she responds ecstatic to have her friend now. Lynne is a standard pretty, she has long blonde hair she puts up in a high ponytail. She has bright green eyes that beam with her even brighter smile.
“You’re a senior in high school, not college, chill out. You still have plenty of time to have fun and party,” said her fraternal twin Olive. Olive’s hair, though blonde had a dirtier tint to it. His green eyes were bright but kind and not as intimidating.
Lynne rolls her eyes and sits down chatting with Marlo until the first bell rings. Marlo and Olive head to Science for their first class. Adora watches and listens closely towards the other students when Marlo takes his seat. There are no outward remarks that stand out to her right away.
Later on, after lunch with Lynne and Olive, Marlo goes to PE. He enters the ladies' locker room and Adora follows. After taking off the hoodie Adora notices snickering behind Marlo. He grits his teeth and finishes changing out as fast as he can.
“Why would she mutilate herself like that? Bless her heart,” one of the girls says from the locker room before Adora allows out Marlo.
“Stupid girls, stupid school, stupid life,” Marlo mutters under his breath starting the laps. He wraps his arms around his chest tightly trying to his the scars somewhat, though it was useless.
The rest of the school day went by with little to say: some snide remarks here and there but nothing like with Theo. Before going inside Marlo takes off his hoody shoving it back into his backpack.
Adora hasn’t given up, she’s certain she’ll be able to find a way to help Marlo. Some of the girls at his school have short hair, like really short hair, She wonders if it’s possible to give Marlo one of those. How to get him a short haircut was the problem though, he can’t cut his hair, and she can’t do it herself without repercussions.
Days pass as Adora follows Marlo around. She tries her best to help him out, lying around magazines with short haircuts. That caused him to get yelled at by his father. Having him reach out to his online friends, helped a bit but Marlo can’t rely on online friends only. Bringing out his binder more, bruised his ribs.
Adora was at her wit’s end trying to figure out what to do. Nearly every night Marlo is self-harming and Adora is struggling to keep him safe. At home, Marlo was often alone or being yelled at by his father. At school, Marlo is being teased by other girls. His school friends provide support too but Marlo has started distancing himself from them no matter how much Adora tries to guide him towards them.
“You okay Macey?” Lynne asks. “You’ve seemed far away lately,”
Marlo winces hearing that name. “Yeah I’m fine, I’ve just been thinking a lot recently,”
“Well, you can tell us anything! We’ll always be your friend,” Lynne responded gently grasping onto Marlo’s hand.
Adora smiles bright hoping Marlo tells them. She emits energy to help the twins feel Maro needs support.
“If you need help, we’ll be here too. You don’t have to suffer silently.” Oliver adds.
Marlo mulls over his thoughts as Adora encourages him to share. “You’d stay my friend no matter what?”
“Of course, I mean unless you’re a killer or something,” Lynne giggles.
“Even if it goes against your religion,” Marlo mutters.
“What do you mean? We go to church together! What are you talking about,” Lynne asks.
Marlo fidgets avoiding eye contact. The twins watch glancing at each other for a second. Adora has seen what amazing friends Lynne and Oliver are just throughout these past few days and lays her hand on Marlo’s shoulder for comfort. “I think…no, I know. I know I’m trans. I’m a boy,” he says quickly forming the words.
Lynne and Oliver stared at him for a second before uncomfortably shifting in their seats. “Are you sure, I mean, we’ve all had thoughts like that before. I think you’re just having a test from God.” Oliver says.
“Oh yeah, totally, it’s just a test! You’ll grow out of it soon with enough faith Macey don’t worry. We can do a prayer group together if you want.” Lynne adds smiling brightly.
Marlo stays silent before shaking his head. “Oh thanks, I’ll be fine,” he says before getting up and leaving the table.
Adora is shocked staring at the twins. How could they say it was a test, God does not make tests like these. She quickly follows Marlo going to his next class silently. She tries comforting him but it seems to be pointless.
The rest of the day Marlo can’t stop fidgeting. He’s picking at his hoodie, at his skin, his hair. He’s looking back and forth between people. Adora has a bad feeling but doesn’t know how to stop it. On the way home, Marlo is quick to leave the bus and run inside.
He doesn’t take his hoodie like usual before going to his room. Pulling out his phone he messages his online friends a small ‘i love you’ before tossing his phone down.
“God please forgive me for I have sinned,” Marlo begins speaking grabbing his scissors.
“No no no! You’ve done good! You’ve done good Marlo” Adora cries out grabbing his hand.
A sigh escaped his lips continuing his prayer, “if this is a test I’m sorry for failing. I’m sorry for sinning, I’m sorry for not believing,” Marlo begins cutting up his arm opening scars and losing blood.
“No! Marlo no, please! Don’t do this!”
Falling to his knees Marlo takes the scissors to his hair. He cuts it shakily right underneath his ear. Blood is smeared and stained on his skin and hair. Marlo smiles into the mirror slicing open his neck, crying, as he waits for his last breath.
“Marlo please,” Adora cries holding onto him, holding him close. “You’re such a nice boy. You don’t deserve this. I’m sorry. I’m so sorry I failed you. I’m sorry,” she sobs and gasps petting his new short hair as it becomes crusty.
Marlo’s spirit stands from his body as he looks down. "Who are you?"
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Retirement
CW: Christianity, Death,
As the weeks go by Adora gets used to the new routine of her classes and gets closer with her classmates. By far, her favourite teacher is Mr. Noah but, she still wants to talk to Professor Adlay about retiring. After learning about her past she’s been mixed up, Adora’s been scared to tell anyone what she knows. She doesn’t want to get pushed to retire when she’s just begun.
Sighing Adora enters the Human Angel Safety classroom and takes her seat. Professor Adlay was already at her desk organising the days' lesson. Adora glances over the board before tensing. They’re learning about retirement today. How does that connect to Human Angel Safety? Why are they learning about retirement? Adora clenches her hands together and looks down at her lap scared. What if they know what she knows and want her to retire? What if they think she’s not strong enough?
“Hey Adora, hm we’re learning about retiring today huh? You seem a little tense? Everything okay?” Addon says sitting beside her like every day.
“Yeah, I’m okay. I’m just, I don’t know what to think of todays lesson plan. Isn’t retirement like a big thing? Why is it in this class?”
“Well, I guess we’ll find out won’t we?” Addon laughs half heartedly pulling out his notes.
“Welcome class, today we will be learning about retirement in angels. Now I’ve noticed some rumours going around that I’m retire. And I am so you all can stop the whispers. Retirement happens when a worker is no longer able to complete their duties as a worker for a variety of reasons. The most common reason for retirement is because people get bored of the routine now a days, to those people I say disgrace. You choose this route you stay by it til the end,”
The whole class is shocked watching Professor Adlay. Everyone hangs onto her words silently. Adora stays silent with her head down, but she clings to every word just like the others.
“Other reasons are minor infractions that are not corrected through classes. These include falling in love with humans, interfering with the human world too much, starting fights, and ignoring jobs,” Professor Adlay continues.
Adora looks up quickly. She didn’t mention graves, or past lives. Why didn’t she mention them? Addon glances at Adora confused, who smiles softly back. The lesson continues on talking in depth about infractions and how retirement happens and the effects of it. The Human Angel Safety class always goes by so quickly with how much Professor Adlay talks. Soon enough everyone else is packing up the notes whilst Adora brews in her seat.
“You coming Adora?” Addon asked, looking at her with concern.
“I’m gonna stay back and talk to Professor Adlay for a bit. Don’t wait up for me, it’s alright,” Adora says smiling bright to hide the fear she’s feeling.
Addon furrows his brows but nods before saying his goodbyes and leaving. Once the class has dispersed Adora gathers her courage in a breathe and walks up to her Professor.
“Hello, Professor Adlay,” Adora says softly. Even though Adora was about a head taller than the teacher the aura she gave off made her feel meek and terrified.
“Hello,” Professor Adlay says before standing to meet with Adora, “you’re Adora, right? What can I help you with. Did you struggle with today’s lesson?”
Adora was taken aback by her soft nature. In every lesson she seems so cold and rigid but right now she seems attentive and caring. “Not exactly. In your lesson plan. You said there were only five ways to retire: getting bored, falling in love with a human, too much interference, fights, and not taking jobs?”
“That’s correct, what about it?”
“What about remembering your past?” Adora asked softly.
Professor Adlay looked at Adora quizzically. “Knowing your past? Workers don’t know their past, they don’t have a past,” she says sternly.
“Don’t you remember your past when you find your grave though? I’ve been told that at least. And I was told that most angels don’t keep working afterwords. So I was just curious if that was true and why you would skip that?” Adora continued softly holding onto her dress tightly.
“Who’s telling you such things? Why are they telling you such things?” she asks, her voice turning sour and accusatory.
“Well, I don’t know, I heard it around. Because of the rumours. I was just wondering if it was true Professor,”
“You’re not a good liar Adora. Most angels retire after finding out about their past, but it’s not something you should seek out. That’s why it’s not in the lesson plan. So how did you find out?”
“I was taking a walk when I found my grave. I was just worried that I would be pushed to do something. But I still want to be a guardian angel, I still want to help people. I just want to figure some stuff out. I’m sorry Professor,’ Adora undertones.
“Don’t worry, I see potential in you. Not every angel that remembers retires. Sometimes it helps them grow as an angel. And you will grow to become a great angel. You have a strong dedication and seriousness in class. I see it,” Professor Adlay says setting a hand ontop of Adoras’.
“Thank you, Professor,” Adora says nodding her goodbyes before leaving.
Overhaul's Famous AU
AU: The heroes don't run into Eri and save her giving Overhaul the time to perfect both the quirk erasing bullet and quirk replacing bullet. He becomes famous amongst both heroes and villians running the two bullet companies but no one knows about Eri's part other than being Overhaul's quiet daughter.
One of Overhaul's many assistants was applying light makeup to the child in front of them. They did their best to hide the puffiness and dark circles under the girl's eyes but from the sleepless nights of crying it was hard.
Eri, the 13-year-old daughter of the creator of both quirk erasing and quirk replacing bullets, Overhaul.
Overhaul and Eri are preparing for an interview on one of the biggest TV shows in the country. Overhaul walks in fixing his white gloves.
"Eri, it's time to go. Don't forget, you don't say a word at the interview," he says for the 100th time.
"Yes, sir" she mumbles standing. Eri straightens out her dress taking her caregiver's hand. Overhaul and Eri walk out to the talk show floor.
"And here the man of the hour is, Overhaul! With his beautiful young daughter. Welcome you two," The hostess says standing to shake the twos' hand.
"Thank you so much for having us. It's truly an honour," Overhaul hums.
The three of them sit and the interview begins.
"So, do you have any details about how you make quirk replacing drugs?" the hostess begins. Overhaul chuckles smiling at her.
"Of course I can't share any of the processes, it's a secret, if I did then replicas may pop up left and right. I hope you understand. It's for my productions security," He responds.
"Oh of course I understand!" The hostess hums. "Well, how is it running this company with suck a quickly growing young girl to take care of?"
"It's a challenge on occasions but Eri is much better at listening than when she was younger,"
The Interview continues, with minimal questions directed towards the young girl when it finally ends.
"Thank you two so much again for joining us today it was a joy," the hostess ends.
Overhaul and Eri walk out towards the back to leave. The poor girl is struggling to hold back tears thinking of all the lies her caregiver so freely spills. As they exit the building paparazzi surround them and Overhaul makes sure his grip on Eri's arm is firm. A small reminder to smile as though everything is okay.
Shakily Eri smiles at the crowd and is pulled off to the car. Overhaul and Eri return to their house, the base, headquarters, whatever words you want to call it. Any except home. That place is no home, and never will be as long as she's dissected for evil.
"I need to clean up and finish some paperwork before we work on the next batch of removal bullets," Overhaul says.
Eri barely hears him running to her room as soon as she entered the door.
Overhaul rolls his eyes at the childish behaviour before leaving to clean up.
In the young girl's room, Eri pulls at her hair as the tears begin falling.
"AHHHHHH!" she screams at the top of her lungs.
By now it's a normal occurrence at the Shie Hissaki headquarters so the other workers pay no mind to the screams, sobs, and objects clashing as they're thrown around.
Finally calming down again Eri quietly sobs thinking, 'if only they knew, if only they knew how bad they hurt her, how badly she needs help to leave'
Helpful Chat
TW: Christianity, Death
Adora smiles softly and Alice walks Marlo off to find his mother. Adora goes to her room to mull over everything they’ve gone through today. Marlo’s death has conflicted her more now. His friends and family are strong though and will make it through.
Adora decides to go to the living world to walk and hopefully get a better understanding of the living world. Maybe she’ll be able to talk things over with Xander. Flying down to an active city she walks around hidden to the public eye.
“Leave him the fuck alone how bout that!” a familiar voice yells out.
Adora looks over shocked and sees Xander, but he looks different. His wings are hidden and his third eye is gone. His fashion and hair have stayed the same. His eyes, pink as ever, have anger in them as they glare at the older lady he’s addressing. Adora steps closer to fully witness the situation.
“You’re insane! You’re all insane!” The lady says before huffing off.
Xander turns back to the young boy he was protecting and smiles. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, thank you, sir,” he says smiling hugging him.
“Xander?” Adora says softly. His eyes flicker up then back to the young boy.
“If you’re okay then I'd best go, I have errands to run. Stay safe, ok,’ Xander says before walking away. The boy nods watching Xander leave oblivious to the angel following the secret fallen cupid. Turning a corner with little people Xander hides, “Adora, what are you doing here?”
“I wanted to talk to you about a mission I just had… and failed,” she says softly looking down.
“Failed? How badly?” Xander says softly watching his friend.
“He died. But it’s confusing. He likes the afterlife, but we said goodbye to his family today and it wasn’t nice. He cried and he was sad and so were his friends and family. But when he was alive they were ignoring him, who he was. He was trans and he wasn’t able to really transition and… he feels free now I guess but,”
“Death is complicated Adora, even in ideal situations there’s mourning. There’s always gonna be someone sad, from family, from friends, from the deceased themselves. They may miss their old life, childhood, companions, or body. You just need to give the support you can,” Xander explains.
Adora nods tearing up again being reminded of all who she hurt.
“Don’t cry. It’ll be okay. You just need to learn and adapt,”
“How do I help someone who doesn’t want to live? Who wants to hurt? With only persuasion? I hurt him. I hurt him so much, he died because of me,” Adora cries hugging Xander.
Tensing at the sudden contact Xander hugs back patting her back. “There’s a few ways: therapy, journaling, walking. I’m sure your classes will go through them. But if they don’t I can show you afterwards.”
“You can? But don’t you help people by being there physically? Since you’ve fallen?”
“Yes, but I know a thing or two about humans, and how they cope from living down here for so long. Don’t worry. I’ll help you okay,”
“Thank you so much, Xander,” Adora says calming down smiling softly.
Xander smiles back nodding while Adora lets go. “If you ever need something, Adora, in the human world, I’ll tell you to reach me. In case you need advice or something, but don’t use it too much. I don’t want you to get in trouble,”
“Thank you so much, Xander. I’d appreciate that so much. I promise I won’t use it much, just in emergencies,”
Xander nods before taking a deep breath. “Hold your hands close to your heart, vision me clearly and call my name. You have to put a lot of focus into it,”
Nodding, Adora smiles softly waving. “Thank you. I’ll be off then. Goodbye,” As she flies off Xander watches curious as to what will happen with her.
Adora finishes the week by observing Marlo’s family and friends and making sure Marlo transitions well to the afterlife. A pamphlet arrives at her dorm telling her what classes she will be taking.
Adora’s Class Schedule
Humans Mental Health 1000 building 100
Dealing With Death 1200 building 333
Human Angel Safety 1400 building 210
3 months
If you fail these classes you will have to retake them
Only three classes for three months, it’s only her first mistake so it's natural they don’t overbook a new angel.
Adora smiles softly nodding to herself setting the pamphlet on her desk. These classes will help her with her future. After these classes are done she'll still be on leave for 9 months to continue studying on her own through books and visiting the human world.
This is my favourite video I made in Ochako last night. The transitions and makeup are on point!
Like father like daughter
TW: alcoholism, fighting, general vent post. Based on a prompt where the first and last lines are supposed to be the same but mean different things.
Yes, this is about me. shut up
Like father like daughter. That's what they always say when we're together. I love being around my dad for the month, running up to see him after the whole school year with my mom. We have a long long drive to head to his house but we listen to music and catch up and I usually fall asleep. they say I have his eyes and nose, and we have a ton of interests! I love my dad, I look up to him so much. He's strong, and smart, and does lots of cool mechanically stuff with cars. My dad and I play nerf guns together, and he learned how to braid for me. We play wrestle and read together or watch Gas Monkey or Magician shows! I really think I'd be amazing if I grow up to be like my dad.
My mom and dad are getting back together! Isn't that awesome! I can finally have a family again, and they have three rooms so I don't have to share with my brother. I'm so happy that we get to live all together. My dad helps with school when he can, and makes tons of yummy food, usually, sometimes he makes too much or something I don't like but I need to finish it or else I don't eat anything else. That's okay though, I'll suck it up eventually, I guess.
There have been more fights than usual recently. I really don't like yelling but I've been reading a lot more to help escape it. My dad has some weird and difficult punishments for when my brother and I don't get along. He doesn't get along with my mom, should he be punished too?
I'm going to my first wedding! isn't that awesome! I get to be all dressed up for my aunt's wedding. It's really fun, they had a really cool sand pouring thing to blend my cousins with their new stepdad! They also had a GIANT bonfire; I love bonfires, they're so pretty. My dad also likes bonfires. It's another thing e have in common, though I don't like alcohol like he does. I'm okay with that. Dad acts really weird when he drinks alcohol.
Dad acts really weird when he drinks alcohol.
....
Yeah, really weird.
We moved away from him. We had to move away fast so we are living with my cousins for a while. They have small dogs, different from the big dogs my dad has. I don't know how I feel about big dogs.
We still have a puppy from my dad's dogs. She's a bit stunted but I love her so much. She has to live with other people because we don't have room for her. We do have a kitty cat we met while living with my dad.
Why does nothing go right for me! I scream into my pillow before throwing it across the room. My brother just made another mistake! why does he have to make life so difficult!
I start crying heavily.
I see something in the back of my closet. Forgetting what I put back there I grab it.
...
My aunt gave me this picture.
A picture of my dad, in his uniform.
To protect us, yeah right.
I wish I could burn and break this photo till nothing ever remains.
Does that make me bad like him? This anger I feel. This yelling I do. Am I just like him?
I don't want to be like him. I can't be like him! But you know what they always say. Like father like daughter.
I got into Junko again finally and took photos with her hammer
Happy birthday to me. Here's my OC Adora's Debut
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