How about humorous chapter with genderbent Brotherhood?

Scandal of the day (and other squabbles in Sisterhood):who has stolen cosmetics bag of Lana avers (f!Avalanche)? Angry female investigator will suspect everybody... except Toad, who surprisingly turns out to be criminal: for the first time she wanted to look like a girl should to be able to go to the party... f!Quicksilver (famous for her "amorousness") pities her and decides to help to learn, how to attract boys... (epic fail at the end probably?)

Lana - Lance; Pietro - Pietra; Todd - Tanya

For ObeliskX

Tanya heard yelling in the living room and felt the whole house shake. She let out a cry and hopped into the hallway, bouncing off the walls, as she hurried into the living room. Lana was standing there, her hair pulled back. She was holding a single mascara wand. "Who did it?"

The house shook again and Pietra rushed into the room as well, scowling. Her silver hair settled around her shoulders gracefully. "Lana, what is your issue?" She pulled her lips back, judgeful eyes scanning Lana's hardly put together look.

Lana twirled to look at her, scowling. "Someone stole my bag of makeup! They left me with all the crappy stuff I haven't used in years! I don't even have eyeliner in there, Pietra! That's my issue. And trust me, when I find them, I'm gonna knock them into next year. I have a date with Pryde tonight. I wanna look nice!"

Pietra laughed. "Really, Lana? That's your whole reason for almost bringing the house down? Did The Blob eat it again?"

Tanya saw Blob roll her eyes. "No, it wasn't me. I haven't moved from this spot in hours."

"Not like ya could if ya tried," Tanya snarked, nudging her. She jumped away before The Blob could grab her, laughing. She landed in beside Lana and Pietra who were now in a heated argument over the missing makeup bag.

"I didn't steal your makeup, Lana," Pietra spat out, crossing her arms across her chest. "I don't need your cheap dollar store makeup. I've got my own stuff."

"It's not cheap dollar store makeup," Lana defended, the house shaking again. Tanya pursed her lips, debating on whether or not she should say something. "And I didn't misplace it! Someone stole it. You're the number one suspect, Pietra! You and I are the only two who wear makeup consistently. And you've used it before without permission!"

"I always returned it, though!" She threw her arms in the air. "Fine, don't believe me? Go search my room! I don't need your makeup. I've got plenty of my own." Lana stormed off in the direction of Pietra's room, who hurried - effortlessly, of course - after her. "But don't you dare mess up my room or I swear to God, Lana!"

Tanya took this opportunity to scurry back into her room. She hurried into Lana's room before settling back on the couch, shoulders hunched and knees drawn up. She flicked her tongue out to grab the remote, surfing through channels.

Lana came back out of Pietra's room, huffing and red in the cheeks. Pietra came up behind her, scowling. "I told you I didn't have it. Did you search your whole room?" Lana whirled around to look at Pietra.

"Yes I looked at my whole room! I literally tore it apart. This is so frustrating." She stomped over to The Blob, smacking her on the back. "Yo, girl, you sure you didn't accidentally eat it again. Because I'm at my freakin' wits ends looking for this bag of makeup."

"I'm sure," she grunted, turning her attention back on the computer.

Lana groaned, stomping her feet in anger, the house shaking. "Yo, yo, yo!" Tanya cried as the televisions signal cut out. "Chill wit the powers, girl! I'm watchin' some tv and you're messin' up the signal. Check your room again. Ya miss things all tha time."

Lana swore at Tanya before stomping away. An angry scream came from her room after a few moments and Pietra just glared down the hallway. Lana emerged about ten minutes later, minimal makeup on her face. "Great, now I'm going to be late. Screw you guys." She left, slamming the door.

Pietra sat next to Tanya, stealing the remote and scowling at the stickiness on it. "Gross," she said, tossing it back to Tanya. "How'd you know it was in her room?"

Tanya hunched some more, chewing on the inside of her cheek. "I mighta been tha one who took'it." Her voice was almost ashamed.

"What?" Pietra laughed, a condescending, unbelieving laugh. "Why? It's not like you use makeup, Tanya."

"Das kinda tha point, ya know? I… Sometimes I just wanna look like a girl, too, ya know? All my life I been told I ain't pretty, I ain't nothin' special. You learn ta start believin' those people. Maybe I just want'a feel pretty for once, Pietra."

The Blob laughed from her seat and Tanya shot her a nasty glare. "What?"

"You're never gonna be pretty, Toad. Just look at your name. I'm The Blob, you're The Toad. We don't get to be pretty because we weren't born to be pretty. Quicksilver, Avalanche, they got beauty borne to them. We get ugly powers to do ugly things because we're ugly people. Even an avalanche has some destructive beauty to it."

Tanya frowned, curling up in on herself further. She heard Pietra scoff. "You think being pretty is for select people?" She stood up, grabbing Tanya's elbow, almost painfully, and dragged her off the couch and into the bathroom. "Sit," she ordered, rummaging through the cabinets and pulling out makeup. Tanya felt her heart leap up into her throat.

"Whaddya gonna do wit all that, Pietra?"

"I'm going to show you - and that pile of resentment out there - that anybody can be pretty." She began to mess with Tanya's face, using things Tanya had never even heard of, explaining what they were and how they were used. She even pulled out an eyelash curler. The amount of flinching and swearing and blinking should have drove Pietra crazy, but Tanya found the silver-haired girl had nothing but unlimited patience.

"Pietra," she said as the other girl had turned to rummage through more makeup. "You… you ain't gotta do this. I geddit. I ain't pretty and no amount of stuff on ma face is gonna magically make me pretty."

There was a deep set scowl on Pietra's virtually flawless face, red lips pouty and silver-blue eyes full of an emotion that Tanya couldn't name. "Tanya, do not… Never say that. This stuff isn't even… You don't have to be pretty to be beautiful." She set the powder she had in her hands down and grabbed a hand-held mirror, handing it to Tanya.

Tanya looked in the mirror, her hooked nose and droopy cheeks made less prominent by some magical colours Pietra had put on her face. Her skin tone was less of a yellow-sickness and more healthy, more… lovely. She frowned as she traced the ways Pietra made her eyebrows look neat and perfect with her eyes. Which - speaking of - were highlighted with deep purples and browns around them, making the yellow pop and look less like mustard and more like gold.

Her heart felt heavy as she realised that, if she had never been born a mutant, she maybe could have looked like this ordinarily. She lowered the mirror, blinking and finding she could feel the new length and curve of her eyelashes, like something heavy was in them. "Tanya," Pietra said. "Makeup doesn't make someone pretty. It just brings enunciates what was already pretty." She pushed a strand of loose hair behind her shoulder. "But beauty isn't something you can see, not really." She leaned on the counter, looking at herself in the mirror. Tanya watched her carefully, noticing a sad smile on the other girl's face. "You know, everyone says that we're the bad guys. The Sisterhood of Mutants is labeled as the mutants who have gone wrong. But I know some of the kindest mutants in this group. Some of the saddest and most hurt. Those betrayed by society and simply misunderstood. No one in the Sisterhood is here because they wanted to be 'evil'. We're all here because everywhere else told us this is where we belong."

"I used ta be a part of the X-men," Tanya said. "Remember? I left and I was with them for a few weeks."

"But you came back. Can you tell me why? It's not like my mother made you come back."

Tanya shifted. "I didn't feel welcome, ya know? An' it wasn't even 'cuz I came from tha Sisterhood. Jus, all tha girls were so pretty and they knew it. Ya saw it everywhere, an' if ya weren't pretty it was obvious. I felt left out. They didn't include me, they didn't ask if I wanted ta do stuff with any of them. I mean, tha blue girl tried all tha time, but ya could just tell it was her way of being towards people. She didn't really want'a be ma friend, she was just… being herself. Whenever I told her I didn't want'a hang or whatever, she always seemed to be so much more at ease."

"They treated you like an outcast, even the ones that tried to treat you like one of them. Because there's a stigma that follows you. They're all pretty mutants, even Nightcrawler. They're privileged to be there, and they know it. You're beautiful Tanya. Maybe you aren't the most aesthetically pleasing, and sure, your attitude is a bit crappy, but you're beautiful. Simply because you're you."

She grabbed her phone and took some pictures. "Don't worry, I'm not sending them to anyone. Just keeping them for future reference, the next time you want to snatch someone's makeup bag. And I won't tell Lana you were the one who took it. Let her believe she glanced over it and made a fuss over nothing."

Tanya looked in the mirror once more, smiling slightly, letting Pietra's words wash over her. "Thanks, yo," she said, hopping down from the toilet. "But, uh, can we wash this stuff off? It kinda itches."